3.A Night of Conflicting Desires

Elena was in the midst of a restless sleep when she felt a familiar hand slide around her waist. Instinctively, her eyes fluttered open, and she recognized Rivaan's touch. A rush of conflicting emotions coursed through her: the warmth of his body against hers mixed with the bitter reality of their relationship. Despite his cold behavior during the day, his nightly advances always made her feel trapped between love and confusion.

Rivaan's breath was warm against her neck as he pulled her closer, his grip firm. She shivered, not from the cold, but from the unspoken tension that always accompanied their intimate moments. He might harbor resentment towards her, but it never stopped him from seeking her out in the dark of night.

"Elena," Rivaan murmured, his voice low, almost a growl. She turned slightly to meet his gaze, trying to decipher the emotions in his eyes. Most of the time, his look was filled with indifference or irritation, but tonight, there was something else—a deep, unspoken need.

She felt his hand trail down her side, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Her mind swirled with memories of their complicated marriage—the fights, the cold shoulders, and the small moments of tenderness that were far too rare. She was acutely aware of the space between love and lust, the chasm that seemed to grow larger every day.

"Rivaan, what are you doing? Ansh is sleeping with us," she whispered softly, glancing at their youngest son, who was peacefully asleep beside her. But despite her words, she didn't pull away.

Rivaan smirked, tightening his grip on her waist. "You know what I want," he replied, his voice dripping with certainty.

In that moment, memories of their marriage flashed through her mind. His cold words, the nights he ignored her, the countless times she had tried to reach out only to be met with indifference. Yet here he was, craving her touch as if nothing else mattered. It was confusing, frustrating, and yet, a part of her longed for this connection, no matter how fleeting.

As Rivaan's hands roamed her body, Elena felt a familiar warmth building inside her. His lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, "You're mine, Elena. Don't forget that."

Those words sent a shiver down her spine, stirring something deep within her. She turned fully to face him, searching his eyes for any sign of the love she had once believed existed between them. Rivaan leaned down, kissing her softly at first, then more deeply, his lips demanding and possessive. Despite the emotional turmoil she constantly felt, her body responded to him, her hands sliding up to grip his shoulders.

His kisses trailed down her neck, sending sparks of heat through her skin. Elena felt herself giving in to the moment, her breathing growing heavier as he undressed her slowly. His hands explored her as if claiming her all over again. The familiar rhythm of their bodies was a comfort, a temporary escape from the reality of their strained relationship.

Clothes fell to the floor, forgotten, as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. Rivaan's touch was firm yet gentle, and despite her lingering doubts, she found herself melting into him. Their movements were slow at first, growing in intensity as they gave in to the desire between them.

She turned slightly to meet his gaze, trying to decipher the emotions behind his dark eyes. They were often filled with anger and resentment during the day, but in this moment, they sparkled with something else- an unspoken desire that sent her heart racing despite the turmoil.

As he pressed his body against hers, she felt the familiar warmth of desire rise within her, battling the reality of his contempt. There was a part of her that ached for this connection, even if it was born from anger and frustration.

She turned to face him fully, her heart pounding as she searched his eyes for any sign of the love. He leaned down, placing a tender kiss on her lips. The soft brush of his lips against hers sent a shiver through her body. As his kiss deepened, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands sliding into his thick hair. The tension between them melted as the kiss grew more passionate.

His body pressed against hers as they undressed each other, the cool air of the room making her shiver, though it was quickly replaced by the heat of his touch.

Now naked, she lay back against the soft sheets, her body exposed to him for the first time. He gazed down at her, his eyes dark with desire, and leaned in to kiss her again, this time trailing his lips down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower. His hands gently cupped her breasts, his fingers teasing her hardened nipples as his mouth found them, sucking and licking until soft moans escaped her lips.

Her body responded to his every touch, arching into him as he continued his slow exploration. His kisses moved lower, over her stomach, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He positioned himself between her legs, his fingers sliding down to her wetness. She gasped at the first touch, her body tensing before relaxing into the pleasure.

His fingers expertly stroked her, circling her sensitive spot before slipping one, then two fingers inside her. She felt her body tighten around him, the sensation overwhelming her senses as he gently thrust his fingers in and out. Her breaths grew heavier, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her as he continued to pleasure her, building her closer and closer to release.

As her body trembled and she reached the peak, she cried out softly, her release flooding over his fingers. He watched her intently, his eyes never leaving hers as he withdrew his fingers. Without a moment of hesitation, he positioned himself above her, his hard length pressing against her entrance.

Slowly, he pushed inside her, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust to the sensation. Roshini gasped at the fullness, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly as he filled her completely. He paused, allowing her to catch her breath, then began to move, slow and gentle at first, his hips rocking against hers.

When it was over, Rivaan paused, his body still pressed against hers. He glanced at their son, Ansh, who was still sleeping soundly beside them. Rivaan leaned down to kiss Elena's forehead softly, a rare gesture of affection that left her feeling conflicted once again. He could be gentle when he wanted to be, but the walls he built around his heart seemed impenetrable.

Rivaan looked back at Elena, noticing the exhaustion in her eyes. Though a part of him wanted more, he sighed and decided to let her rest. "You look tired," he murmured. He carefully cleaned them both, tucking her in before pulling her into his arms. For a moment, they lay together in silence, the weight of their unspoken emotions heavy between them.

As Elena drifted off to sleep, she couldn't shake the confusion swirling in her mind. The passion they shared at night was undeniable, but it didn't erase the pain of his coldness during the day. Rivaan's behavior was a puzzle she couldn't solve, leaving her heart torn between the man he was when they were alone and the distant stranger he became in the daylight.

With Ansh peacefully asleep beside them and Rivaan's arms around her, Elena wondered if there would ever come a time when they could find true peace in their marriage, a balance between their shared desires and the emotional connection she so deeply craved. But for now, all she could do was savor the brief moments of closeness, no matter how fleeting.