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MidReal Story
The Vampire's Seduction
Scenario:Malini 55had fight with Husbund at 8pm in night. Was sitting on road side bench which was totally away from veiw of traffic.Raja came and sit l didn’t know him.He started speaking with me with sweet language.But he started becoming attracted to me.He took my hand in his.With his touch of lovable hand I started crying keeping my head on his neck.Raja was counselling me.He said how any husband can fight with so beautiful lady who is mature enough to understand need of man of 55years age
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Malini
She is a woman with a troubled marriage. She is sensitive, emotional, and vulnerable. Malini often finds herself sitting alone on a roadside bench after fights with her husband. One night, she meets Raja, who is kind and understanding. He offers her comfort and companionship, making her feel valued and attractive despite her age. Through their encounter, Malini feels a sense of validation and longing for deeper connection in her life.
Raja
He is a mysterious and compassionate stranger. He is gentle, patient, and understanding. Raja encounters Malini on a roadside bench one night. He comforts her after her argument with her husband, treating her with kindness and respect. His attraction to Malini is genuine, and he appreciates her beauty and maturity. Raja's presence gives Malini a sense of warmth and connection, making her feel alive and appreciated in a moment of vulnerability.
I was sitting on the road side bench.
It was 12am night.
I didn’t know how I reached there.
I was just sitting there.
I had a fight with my husband Hans at 8pm in night and then I left from home for a walk to cool down my mind, but I didn’t know how I reached that place.
I was sitting on the bench for more than 2 hours.
I was just lost in my own world.
Suddenly, I felt someone’s presence near me and then a hand touched my shoulder.
I felt a sudden jerk and I was about to scream when a voice said, "Don’t worry, nothing will happen to you."
I turned my head back and saw a man standing in front of me with a concerned look on his face.
He had a face which could be seen only in dreams.
His eyes were so attractive that anyone could get lost in them.
He had a small beard which added to his beauty.
He was wearing a white shirt and black jeans.
I wipe my tears with trembling fingers, trying to compose myself.
My body is still shaking from the aftermath of my sobs, and I can feel his hand on my back, warm and steady.
I lift my head slowly from his neck, aware of how intimate this position is with a stranger.
The streetlight casts long shadows across the empty bench, and I can see the concern etched on his face.
My throat feels tight, and I know that my mascara must have run down my cheeks.
He hands me a clean handkerchief from his pocket, and I take it gratefully, dabbing at my face.
We sit in silence for a while, the only sound being the distant hum of cars passing by.
I can feel his eyes on me, but I don’t dare to look up.
His hand remains steady on my back, and I can feel the warmth of his body radiating through the thin fabric of his shirt.
I dab at my face with the handkerchief, trying to remove the smudges of mascara that have run down my cheeks.
The cotton fabric feels soft against my skin, and I can smell his cologne on it, a subtle blend of spices and wood.
It’s a masculine scent that fills my senses, and for a moment, I forget about everything else.
I continue to dab at my face, trying to compose myself.
My fingers are still trembling, but I manage to fold the handkerchief neatly and hold it in my hands.
I’m not sure if I should return it to him in its current state, but I don’t want to keep it either.
I can feel his eyes on me, but I don’t dare to look up. "Are you okay?"
His voice is low and gentle, and it sends shivers down my spine.
I nod slowly, still unable to speak.
He shifts closer on the bench, his thigh now touching mine.
I can feel the warmth of his body radiating through our clothes, and it makes me acutely aware of how alone we are in this deserted street.
I try to speak, but my voice catches in my throat.
I clear it softly and try again.
"Thank you," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.
He doesn’t say anything, but he continues to sit beside me, his hand still on my back.
I can feel his fingers tracing small circles on my skin, and it sends shivers down my spine. After a few minutes of silence, he speaks again.
"What’s your name?"
His voice is soft and gentle, and it makes me feel safe and protected.
I turn my head slightly to look at him, but I still can’t meet his eyes.
"My name is…"
I pause for a moment before answering him.
"Raja," he says softly.
"I’m Raja."
His hand moves from my back to my arm, tracing a path along my skin with his fingertips.
It sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel my heart beating faster in my chest.
I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down.
"Thank you for helping me," I say softly, finally gathering enough courage to look into his eyes. He smiles at me gently, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he does so.
The warmth from his body is like a magnet, drawing me in closer.
My shoulders slump as I finally let go of the tension that’s been holding me back.
I can feel my body gravitating towards him, and I know that I can’t resist any longer.
His cologne grows stronger as I inch closer, filling my senses with its intoxicating scent.
When my head finally touches his shoulder, I can feel the soft cotton of his shirt against my cheek.
His arm tightens around me, pulling me closer to his body.
I close my eyes and listen to the steady beat of his heart.
His thumb strokes my arm in slow, soothing motions.
A car horn blares in the distance, making me flinch, but I don’t pull away.
Raja’s fingers trail down my arm, sending shivers down my spine.
The night air is thick with tension, and I can feel it building between us.
His chest rises and falls steadily against my cheek, while my own breathing grows shallow.
I can feel his chin resting on top of my head, his beard tickling my scalp.
The gentle pressure makes me close my eyes.
His hand moves to cup my face, his thumb wiping away a stray tear that has escaped from the corner of my eye.
He tilts my head back slowly, and I catch the glint in his eyes.
My heart pounds in my chest as he leans down towards me.
His warm breath ghosts across my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
"There's something I need to tell you," he whispers, his breath warm against my skin.
I swallow hard, my mind racing with possibilities.
"You're not alone in this," he continues, his voice steady and reassuring.
A sudden rustling from the bushes behind our bench makes me stiffen in Raja’s arms.
He notices the tension in my body and pulls back slightly, his hand still resting on my shoulder.
The sound comes again, closer this time, like something dragging through the leaves.
Raja stands up slowly, offering his hand to help me rise.
My legs feel unsteady as I grasp his fingers.
The night seems darker now, and the streetlight above us flickers ominously.
Raja points toward the dense shrubs where the noise originated.
Together, we take small steps toward the bushes, his grip on my hand tightening protectively.
Raja and I inch forward, his fingers interlaced with mine.
The rustling grows louder, and my heart races with each step closer to the dark foliage.
The streetlight casts long shadows across the ground, making the shrubs appear more menacing than they probably are.
Raja positions himself slightly ahead of me, his body tense and ready to protect me if needed.
The rustling becomes more frantic, branches snapping under unseen movement.
I grip Raja's hand tighter, pressing my body against his back for safety.
Suddenly, a black and white cat bursts from the bushes with a loud meow, causing me to stumble backward in surprise.
Raja laughs softly, the tension dissipating as he pulls me back to my feet.
As Raja and I share a relieved laugh, something catches my eye.
Beyond where the cat emerged, there’s a darker shape, partially hidden by the dense foliage.
I squint into the shadows, trying to make out what it is.
Raja’s grip on my hand tightens as he notices it too.
The streetlight casts strange shadows through the leaves, but I can distinguish a human silhouette standing motionless among the branches.
My throat goes dry.
Raja pulls me back a step, positioning himself between me and the bushes.
"Who's there?" Raja calls out, his voice firm yet cautious.
The silhouette shifts slightly, and a low voice replies, "It's me, Anil."
I feel Raja's tension ease slightly as he asks, "What are you doing out here, Anil?"
I stand frozen as Raja turns to face me.
His body blocks my view of Anil, who remains hidden in the shadows.
Raja's hands slide up my arms until they rest on my shoulders.
He pulls me closer, and I can feel the heat radiating from his chest through his shirt.
"Stay close," he whispers, his breath warm against my ear.
When I look up, his eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch.
His thumb traces the line of my jaw while his other hand presses firmly against my lower back.
The rustling in the bushes grows louder, and I know Anil is approaching, but Raja's gaze holds me captive.
I pull away from Raja's embrace, my heart still racing.
His fingers try to hold me in place, but I shake my head and straighten my shoulders.
The sound of Anil's footsteps crunching through leaves grows louder.
Raja's hand slides down to my wrist, but I gently remove it.
My legs feel unsteady as I take one step toward the bushes, then another.
The streetlight casts long shadows across the ground, and I can make out Anil's silhouette growing larger.