Monsoon of Devotion
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Disclaimer: This is a purely fictional work inspired by the electrifying performances of the actors on screen. It has absolutely nothing to do with real-life terrorists or such individuals.
Word count: 3.2 K
A/N : This is just a chotu sa time pass piece. I had this random idea to write something with the rain, so here it is. Hope you enjoy reading it! 💚
Warning: Mature content, Fluff , MDNI
The sky over the haveli had turned the color of a bruised plum hours before the first drop fell. When the rain finally broke, it came down with a heavy, rhythmic violence, sheeting off the terracotta roof tiles and washing away the thick, stagnant heat of the afternoon.
Down in the lower quarters and the high-walled courtyard, the haveli sat silent. Rehman’s men usually hovering like watchful hawks around the grand arched gates and the perimeter walls had retreated into the dry, vaulted stone basement, driven indoors by the torrential downpour. The vast estate was left entirely quiet, save for the roar of the rain hitting the marble floorboards and the lush garden palms below.
Up on the top-floor terrace balcony, Ulfat stood alone.
She wore a deep crimson chiffon saree that now clung to her skin like a second layer of water. The sheer fabric was utterly soaked, heavy with moisture, sticking to the curves of her hips and framing her bare torso. The rain was relentless, cascading over her shoulders, tracing the sharp line of her collarbones, and pooling in the soft dip of her waist. Her stomach glistened in the muted gray light, covered in a shimmering veil of water droplets that caught every flicker of distant lightning.
She closed her eyes, tilting her head back against the stone balustrade, letting the cold water wash over her face, her lips parted slightly to catch the rain.
She didn't hear the heavy wooden doors of the upper wing creak open. She didn't hear the slow, deliberate thud of his rain-soaked boots against the wet marble.
Rehman had just returned.
He was still wearing his dark, charcoal-black kurta shalwar. The fabric was heavy, weighted down not just by the rain he had ridden through, but by the dark, metallic bloom soaking into the chest and sleeves. He had finished the business , a blood debt cleared in the dark alleys on the outskirts of the estate and the evidence of his handiwork was still wet against his clothes. The copper tang of blood mixed with the earthy, sharp scent of petrichor clinging to him.
He stopped at the threshold of the balcony, his dark eyes locking onto her.
Ulfat looked breathtaking. She was drenched, glowing, completely unbothered by the storm, her long dark hair plastered to her back in wet, glistening curls. Rehman felt the familiar, dangerous thrum in his veins shift from the adrenaline of the kill to something far darker, far more consuming. Beneath the wet linen of his dark shalwar, his length throbbed hard, rigid, and demanding.
He stepped out into the open rain, his movements silent despite his size.
When his thick, calloused hands slid around her waist from behind, Ulfat gasped, but she didn't pull away. She knew that touch. She knew the heat that radiated off his body even when he was soaked to the bone.
"You'll catch your death standing out here, jaan," Rehman murmured, his deep, gravelly voice brushing right against the shell of her wet ear. His breath was hot, stark against the cool drizzle.
Ulfat leaned back into his broad chest, her wet head resting against his shoulder. Her hands reached up to touch his arms, feeling the thick, drenched fabric of his kurta. When her fingers brushed the sticky, dark wetness at his chest, she didn't flinch. She turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting his dark, shadowed gaze.
"Death doesn't scare me, Rehman," she whispered, a subtle, flirty smirk playing on her reddened lips. "Besides, you always bring it home with you anyway, don't you?"
Rehman let out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated straight through her back. "I bring what is necessary to keep this ground safe for you to dance on."
"Did you bring me anything else?" she asked teasingly, her fingers twisting slightly into his wet collar. "Or just the rain and your temper?"
Instead of answering verbally, Rehman reached into the deep inner pocket of his kurta, and pulled out a velvet-wrapped weight. He unwrapped it with one hand, revealing an ornate, heavily detailed silver kamarbandh. The antique waist-chain glittered even in the dim storm-light, studded with small emeralds that caught the gray sky.
He didn't say a word. He slid his thick hands underneath her wet saree pallu, his broad palms brushing against her exposed, glistening midriff. The contrast made Ulfat shudder , his hands were warm, rough, and stained with the day's violence, while her skin was slick and cool from the rain.
"Rehman..." she breathed out, her breath hitching as the cool, heavy silver pressed directly against her skin.
He wrapped the kamarbandh around her bare waist, his thumbs resting right over her belly button, pressing the intricate silver links firm against her flesh. He fastened the hook at the back with practiced, deliberate slowness, his knuckles dragging over the small of her back.
"I saw it and thought of how it would look resting against your skin while you bleed me dry," he growled softly, his lips pressing a brutal, tender kiss into the crook of her neck. He pulled the chain tight, just tight enough to draw her back flush against his lower body.
Ulfat gasped as she felt the rigid, throbbing hard length beneath his shalwar press right into the dip of her lower back.
"You're mad," she gasped, tilting her head back to give him better access to her throat. "Covered in blood, standing in the rain, buying me jewels..."
"I'm devoted," Rehman corrected darky, his mouth sliding down her shoulder, biting down lightly on the slope where her collarbone met her neck.
Ulfat whimpered, her fingers clutching his biceps as he left a deep, blooming mark on her wet skin.
He turned her around in his arms until she was facing him. His eyes flicked down to her bare stomach — the silver kamarbandh sat snugly across her waist, highlighting the dip of her belly, glistening with rain. Without breaking eye contact, Rehman dropped to his knees right there on the wet marble of the balcony.
"Rehman—"
"Quiet," he commanded smoothly.
He pulled her closer by the silver chain, resting his forehead against her wet stomach for a fraction of a second, breathing her in, the rain, jasmine, and his woman. Then, his mouth moved. He began worshipping her waist, his tongue sweeping away the raindrops pooling around the silver links. He kissed the swell of her hip, his teeth catching slightly on her skin, leaving hot, tender love bites along her hipbone while the rain poured down on his back.
Ulfat’s hands tangled in his thick, wet hair, her hips arching instinctively toward his mouth as a low moan escaped her lips. "Rehman...inside, let's go inside"
Rehman looked up, his dark eyes burning with an unholy fire, rain streaming down his sharp jawline. "As my lady commands."
In one fluid, powerful movement, he stood up and scooped her into his arms. Ulfat wrapped her wet legs around his waist, her arms locking around his neck as he carried her off the balcony and into the dark warmth of their master bedroom.
He slammed the heavy carved wooden doors shut with his boot, cutting off the sharp roar of the storm, leaving only the steady, rhythmic pitter-patter of rain against the glass balcony doors. The room was dark, lit only by the faint silver glow of the sky outside.
Rehman carried her to the massive canopy bed, setting her down gently onto the silk sheets, though he didn't let go of her waist.
He hovered over her, his drenched clothes dripping onto the mattress. His dark kurta was torn slightly at the shoulder, soaked through with rain and dark, drying blood. Ulfat reached up, her small hands resting against his chest, feeling the frantic, heavy thud of his heart.
"Look at you," she murmured, her voice dripping with playful seduction as her fingers traced the line of blood soaking his kurta. "A monster returned from the dark."
"Your monster," Rehman growled, leaning down until his lips hovered a fraction of an inch from hers. "Do I disgust you, Ulfat?"
"You intoxicate me," she whispered, her hands moving down to the hem of his dark kurta. "Now take off these clothes before the cold gets to you, or …before I lose my patience."
Rehman grinned a sharp, wicked flash of teeth in the dim light. Instead of pulling off his kurta first, he leaned down and caught the string of her blouse lace between his teeth. With a slow, deliberate tug, he bit down on the delicate fabric ties at her back, loosening them one by one with his mouth, his hot breath washing over her bare spine.
Ulfat shivered, her head rolling back into the pillows. "Rehman...please..."
"Patience jaan," he murmured against her skin, tearing the final lace free with a sharp tug of his teeth.
He peeled the wet fabric of her blouse away, exposing her fully to his gaze. He stared down at her, her breasts rising and falling heavily, her skin flushed, and the silver kamarbandh catching the low light around her tight waist.
Ulfat didn't wait. She sat up, her eyes dark with a matching hunger. She grabbed the collar of his wet, blood-stained kurta and pulled him down into a searing, deep kiss. Their tongues clashed, hot and wet, tasting of rain and fierce desire. While kissing him, her hands moved with urgent efficiency, stripping the heavy, drenched kurta off his broad shoulders and tossing it onto the floorboards.
She broke the kiss, breathing heavily, her eyes trailing over his chest. Rehman was built like iron — scarred, muscular, covered in a thick mat of dark chest hair that was still damp. Ulfat ran her hands through his chest hair, her nails lightly dragging down his abs, tracing the old jagged knife marks and bullet wounds that mapped his history.
"Every scar tells a story," she purred, leaning forward to kiss a thick line of raised pale skin near his ribcage. "And this one?"
"A man who tried to take what was mine," Rehman growled, his voice dropping an octave as her mouth moved lower, kissing his stomach, her fingers playing with the dark hair trailing down toward his waist.
"And did he?" she teased, her eyes flashing up to meet his.
"He died for even thinking it," Rehman replied, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head into the mattress. "And you are going to pay for testing my sanity all evening."
He kneeled down to open the drawstrings of her petticoat, along with marking her waist in the process with keep marks, he removed the petticoat and lingerie in one swift motion, leaving her only bare with a kamarbandh on her waist looking all his to devour. He unfastened his dark shalwar, kicking the heavy wet pants off the bed, leaving him completely bare, his thick, fully erect length resting heavy against her thigh.
Ulfat gasped at the sheer heat radiating off him. She looked down, at his size, throbbing and glistening in the faint light — that every time makes her feel that it's their first time making love.
Rehman didn't give her time to think. He grabbed the chain of the silver kamarbandh resting on her hips. With a firm, dark pull of the metal, he hauled her hips forward, pulling her flush against his pelvic bone. The cold silver pressed hard between their hot, slick bodies, creating an agonizingly delicious tension.
"Rehman..." Ulfat whimpered, her body arching off the bed as his thick tip brushed against her dripping, warm entrance.
"Look at me," Rehman commanded, his voice dark and commanding.
Ulfat opened her eyes, meeting his intense, possessive glare.
Rehman pushed forward, sliding his full, thick length inside her in one agonizingly slow, deep thrust.
" Ahhhhh! " Ulfat arched her spine, a high, breathless cry tearing from her throat as he filled her completely. Her walls stretched tight around him, wet, burning, and clinging to his massive girth.
Rehman let out a low, guttural roar, his head snapping back as her slick warmth gripped him tight. "Fuck... Ulfat, you're so tight….so wet for me"
"You...you fill me up so much" she sobbed lightly, her fingers digging deep into the muscles of his back, her nails leaving red crescents against his skin.
Rehman began to move. He didn't rush. He used the silver waist-chain as a reins, holding her firm against him, pulling her hips up to meet every deep, punishing slide of his dick. The silver links against her hipbone with every rhythmic thrust, a sweet, metallic music underlying their heavy breaths.
"Do you like this?" Rehman growled, dipping his head to devour her lips, his tongue plunging into her mouth in tandem with his hips pounding into her body. "Do you like wearing my silver while I stretch you open?"
"Yes! Ah! Yes, Rehman, deeper... please, hit it deeper!" she cried out, her voice breaking into sweet, shameless moans that echoed through the vast, quiet bedroom.
Rehman pulled his length almost completely out, leaving just the broad head inside her slick heat, before slamming back in with brutal, agonizing precision.
" Oohhh god! " Ulfat squealed, her toes curling, her thighs trembling wildly around his waist. "Rehman! "
"That's it, jaan. Scream for me. Let the whole damn haveli hear who owns you," he growled, his pace accelerating into a fast, relentless rhythm. His heavy body slammed against hers, wet skin slapping against wet skin, the silver kamarbandh biting deliciously into her waist with every heavy blow.
His hand slid down between them, his thick thumb finding her swollen, drenched clit, pressing down and rubbing in tight, agonizing circles while his lower body pounded her mercilessly.
Ulfat lost her mind. The combination of his massive length stretching her inside, the sharp, possessive pull of the silver chain on her hips, and his thumb grinding over her sweet spot drove her over the edge instantly.
"I'm coming! Rehman…ahh! " she screamed out, her inner walls contracting in violent, violent waves around his shaft, milking him with desperate, spasming contractions.
Watching her unravel broke the last shred of Rehman's control. He growled like a beast, leaning down to bite her shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise, and delivered three fast, deep, bottom-out thrusts, plunging as deep into her belly as he could go.
" Ulfat! " he roared, his body stiffening as he erupted deep inside her, pouring thick, burning streams of his seed straight against her cervix.
He held her pinned beneath him, his chest heaving like a bellows, his dick throbbing heavily inside her gushing warmth as they both rode out the lingering, intense tremors of their orgasm.
For long minutes, the only sound in the room was the heavy, ragged breathing of two exhausted lovers and the steady beat of the rain outside.
Rehman slowly eased his weight off her, though he didn't pull out completely until he had pulled her body tightly against his side. The silver kamarbandh sat crooked across her waist, smeared with sweat and love fluids.
Ulfat let out a soft, satisfied sigh, curling her head into his bare, warm chest. Her body felt completely boneless, melted from the inside out. Rehman pulled a heavy cotton sheet over both of their naked, sweat and rain drops sheened bodies, wrapping his massive arm around her waist, anchoring her against his pulse.
Within minutes, wrapped in the heavy warmth of the bed and the rhythmic sound of the downpour, both of them drifted into a deep, dark sleep.
An hour later, as the evening began to settle over the estate, the rain finally tapered off into a quiet, misty drizzle. The sky outside turned a deep, dusty indigo.
Ulfat woke up first— not with a gentle sigh, but with a sudden, sharp shudder.
A harsh chill crept up her spine. Her head felt heavy, throbbing with a dull ache, and a sudden tickle in her throat made her chest heave.
" Achoo! "
She sneezed sharply, shivering violently as she pulled the blanket tighter up to her chin. Her skin, which had been warm and flushed an hour ago, now felt clammy and pale.
Beside her, Rehman was awake instantly. His sharp instincts had him fully alert the second she sneezed. He sat up, his dark eyes sweeping over her shivering form.
"Ulfat?" his voice was deep, rough with sleep.
He reached out and pressed the back of his large palm to her forehead. His brow furrowed instantly into a deep, worried scowl. Her skin was burning up, a fever brought on by standing in the freezing rain while drenched to the bone.
"Dammit," Rehman muttered softly, his dark, dangerous demeanor from earlier melting away into pure, fierce protectiveness. "I told you you'd catch your death."
"It was worth it," Ulfat whimpered through chattering teeth, trying to offer a small, teasing smile, but she ended up shivering harder instead, curling into a tight ball under the blanket.
Rehman didn't waste time lecturing her. He swung his legs out of bed, pulling on a dry pair of trousers. He immediately strode over to the fireplace in the corner of the room, tossing in dry logs and kindling, lighting it until a roaring, warm amber fire filled the dark room with heat and light.
Next, he walked over to the washbasin, wetting a small, soft towel with lukewarm water.
He returned to the bed and sat on the edge. Gently, carefully with the same hands that had held a blade hours before he unfastened the silver kamarbandh from her waist, laying it softly on the nightstand. He peeled back the blanket and began wiping down her slick skin, cleaning away the traces of their lovemaking and the cold rain with tender, deliberate strokes.
Ulfat watched him through heavy, feverish eyelids. "You're taking care of me like a fragile doll, Rehman."
"You are not fragile," Rehman said softly, wringing out the ."But you are mine. And I don't let anything hurt what's mine , not even a little rain."
He got up briefly to step to the door, calling down the hallway for a maid to bring up a hot brew of ginger, cardamom, and honey. Moments later, he returned with the steaming cup.
Sitting back on the bed, he lifted Ulfat into his lap, propping her chest against his bare, warm torso. He held the hot cup to her lips, coaxing her to drink it slowly.
"Small sips, jaan," he murmured softly into her hair as she drank the spicy, sweet liquid, feeling the warmth spread through her chest.
When she finished, he set the cup aside and wrapped the heavy quilt tightly around both of them, pulling her body completely against his chest so his natural heat could burn away her shivers.
Ulfat rested her heavy head against his collarbone, her hand resting over his heart, feeling safe, warm, and entirely consumed by the man holding her. Rehman started massaging her head in slow , rhythmic motions to ease the discomfort.
"Rehman?" she whispered softly, her eyes fluttering shut as the comfort and heat began to soothe her.
"Hmm?"
"Next time it rains…" she murmured with a faint, sleepy smile, "...we are staying inside."
Rehman let out a soft, low chuckle, kissing the top of her feverish head tenderly. "We'll see about that, my love. Now sleep.”
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