Raj Malhotra, president of SonicSolutions, had it all – success, wealth, power. But one desire burned inside him: an obsession with deep navels.
Not just any navels – he craved the deepest ones, the kind that looked like secret wells waiting to be explored. The way they dipped and curved fascinated him. He’d imagine running his finger around their edges, testing how far down he could press. At meetings, his eyes would drop to every exposed midriff, searching for that perfect hollow. When he found one, his breath would catch, his palms would sweat. He’d picture tasting it, feeling its warmth against his tongue. But he always controlled himself… until now.
At the company’s 5-year anniversary party, he spotted Rani – Shekar’s wife. Her peach saree clung to her waist, hinting at the deep navel beneath. That shadowy hollow called to him like nothing else ever had.
As he watched, the fabric tightened with her movements, revealing more of that perfect dip. Raj’s hands shook. He’d always controlled this urge before… but tonight felt different. That navel was too deep, too tempting to ignore.
His self-control was about to break.
Every time she moved, the outline became slightly clearer.
Raj gripped his glass tighter. That hidden navel fascinated him more than anything else in the room. While others saw just a pretty woman, Raj saw the alluring shape beneath her clothes – a deep hollow calling to his secret desire. He moved closer, determined to get a better look before the night ended.
Raj watched Rani intently as she laughed, unaware of his gaze. When she threw her head back, her stomach muscles tightened, making her deep navel look even more tempting.
He imagined tracing the rim with his tongue, tasting her skin, pressing his finger inside to feel just how deep it went. The thought alone made his breath quicken. He needed to see more—to touch, to explore that perfect hollow hidden beneath her saree.
Every time Raj saw Rani’s waist, his body felt hot. Her navel was pulling him in, and he had to get closer.
When Shekar introduced Raj to Rani, Raj pretended to slip as he shook her hand. He spilled cold water right on the peach saree covering her belly button.
The thin silk, delicate from its high thread count, turned completely transparent where soaked, clinging like wet tissue paper to her skin. Raj waited, hoping she’d wipe the water away – maybe even move her saree and show him her bare navel. But he was surprised…
Rani just laughed. “Oh no!” she said, not trying to dry herself at all, completely unaware how the drenched silk now revealed everything beneath it. The water drops slid slowly down the now-see-through cloth, following the shape of her waist until they reached the edge of her navel. She kept talking normally, not realizing her belly button was clearly visible through the translucent fabric.
Raj’s mouth went dry as the water did its work. Because she didn’t touch it, the saree stuck perfectly to her skin, showing every part of that deep, round hollow.
Her calm reaction excited him more than if she’d acted shy. The way she stood there, oblivious to how her soaked saree had become a second skin over her midriff, made his heart race. The water didn’t just reveal her navel – it made it shine like a precious stone just for him.
His “mistake” worked even better than he planned. By not noticing the transparency, she gave him a perfect, clear view of what he wanted most. He was dying to see her navel completely uncovered by the saree.
As the music pulsed through the room, Rani began to dance. Raj watched with hungry eyes, his gaze locked on where the damp peach silk fluttered with her movements. Each turn gave him a fleeting glimpse – the wet fabric lifting just enough to show the upper curve of her navel before falling back into place. His nails dug into his palms. This teasing half-view was torture. He needed to see all of it – that entire sacred hollow laid bare.
When the song ended, Rani glowed with a light sheen of sweat that mixed with the remaining water droplets along her waist. Raj’s throat tightened as he watched a single bead trail down her toned stomach, catching the light like liquid diamond before merging with others near her navel. The way her damp saree clung to every curve made his mouth go dry.
Spotting his chance, Raj moved swiftly. As Rani headed toward the ice cream counter, he positioned a table fan nearby, angling it perfectly. She reached for a cup, both hands occupied, completely unaware as he switched the fan on.
The breeze played its part beautifully. It lifted the translucent fabric just enough to fully reveal what he’d been craving – that deep, perfect belly button in its entirety. His heart pounded hard in his chest as he stared at it: the way her navel looked like a dark little hole, its edges shiny with sweat and water.
Then came the moment that almost broke his control—a single drop of sweat and water, thick with moisture, rolled slowly down her stomach. It stopped right at the edge of her navel, shining for one unbearable second before disappearing completely into that deep, tempting hollow. Raj’s breath froze as he pictured his tongue following that same path, sliding into her warm, hidden dip until she gasped.
His whole body buzzed with need. That quick, perfect view had burned into his mind—and he knew one look would never be enough.
As soon as the party ended and everyone left. That night in his penthouse, Raj couldn’t sleep. His mind kept replaying how Rani’s saree had lifted, revealing that perfect navel. He remembered the way that single drop had disappeared into its depths, making his mouth water even now.
Staring at the ceiling, he pictured Rani lying under him, her saree pulled down to her hips while he finally licked her navel. In his mind, he felt his tongue circling the edge of that deep hole, then pushing inside to see how far it went.
Just imagining her moaning as he licked her sent fire through his body. Soon, he thought, clutching the sheets tight. Soon he wouldn’t just dream about it – he’d find out exactly how deep that perfect belly button really was.