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"Will you give me this night?"
I felt a shiver run down my spine, my heart pounding in my chest. The way he looked at me, with those deep, intense eyes, made it impossible to look away. His hand was still intertwined with mine, his thumb gently caressing my skin
"I want to spend this night with you..I want to feel your presence once before you leave..I want to cuddle you in my arms....will you allow me biwi??" He said
I nodded knowingly and understood his feelings. Then I remembered that he just came from office and didn't eat anything. I said getting up "ham khana niklate hai, aap fresh ho jaye"
He nodded and went to take his towel from the cupboard meanwhile I was watching his actions. He took the towel and turned towards me
"You wanna join me biwi??" He said raising his eyebrows and having that mischievous look on his face.
I shook my head quickly and I bet my face was red as tomato. I turned to leave but then he caught my wrist and pulled me towards him. My chest collided with his and in no time he pecked my lips and went into the washroom not before winking at me. Heat crawled up through my neck and I was left stunned.
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It was 3 a.m. when we finally returned home after spending time filled with fun and laughter. We had spent the entire night together, enjoying each other's company, but Aarav ji hadn't joined us. Some urgent work had come up, and he had to leave for the office in a rush. Jiju had asked him about it, but all Aarav ji had said was that it was important and he had to handle it immediately.
After getting home, I changed into a comfortable kurti set. Feeling a bit thirsty, I grabbed the empty water jug and decided to head downstairs to the kitchen to refill it. As I stood there, filling the jug, I suddenly heard the sound of footsteps approaching. I quickly turned around and saw Aarav entering the house.
He noticed me but didn't say a word, his face unreadable as he headed toward the stairs. Something felt off.
"Sunieye," I called out softly, hoping to get his attention.
He paused, stopping mid-step at the sound of my voice, but didn't turn around. I quickly walked over to him, worry building inside me. As I got closer, my eyes fell on his hand-his knuckles were bruised, and blood was trickling from the cuts on his skin.
"How did this happen?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of panic and concern, unable to control the flood of emotions welling up inside me.
He didn't respond immediately, his eyes distant, staring at me as if lost in thought. That vacant expression only fueled my worry.
"Bataiye!" I raised my voice slightly, my tone edging on desperation. This time, he finally spoke, his voice calm yet dismissive, "Nothing to worry about... I'll manage."
I glared at him, frustration bubbling to the surface. I wasn't a child to be brushed aside like this. "Chaliye, hamare sath," I demanded, my voice firm, leaving no room for argument. He followed silently, his eyes trailing my every movement with a certain curiosity, but no urgency.
We entered my room, and I retrieved the first aid box, my heart pounding louder with each passing second. Making him sit on the bed, I sat beside him, the weight of the moment heavy between us. I carefully took his hand in mine and began applying medicine. As I treated his wound, I could feel his gaze burning into me, but I didn't dare meet his eyes. I focused on the task at hand, yet my mind raced with a thousand questions, none of which he seemed willing to answer.
After I finished, I set the box aside and finally turned to him, my voice soft but firm, "Ye chhot kaise lagi?"
He remained silent, his expression unreadable. My patience snapped. Standing up abruptly, I faced him with piercing eyes, my heart pounding as I repeated, this time with more force, "Ham kuch puch rahe hai aapse. Kaise lagi ye chhot?"
There was a flicker in his eyes, a hesitation, before he finally mumbled, "The glass table in my office broke."
His attempt to downplay it, the casual way he spoke, only added to my frustration. "But you need to calm down, babe... I'm fine, really." He stood up, clearly trying to diffuse the tension, but his words fell flat. Then he saw it-the unshed tears glistening in my eyes.
His face softened as he stepped toward me, reaching for my hands, but I took a step back, pulling my hands away. "Table kaise tuta?" I asked again, my voice thick with emotion. This time, I needed the truth.
He fumbled, clearly not wanting to admit it. "Vo... actually..." His voice trailed off.
"Sach sach bataiye," I warned, my heart aching, "varna ham aapke sath aaj raat nahi rahenge."
A heavy silence filled the air between us before he sighed deeply, finally admitting, "I was angry... and I punched the table."
His confession hit me hard. The thought of him in that much anger, in that much pain, made my chest tighten. I wanted to yell at him, to tell him how reckless he was being, but the words got stuck in my throat. The anger I felt moments ago was quickly dissolving into something deeper-concern, sadness, helplessness.
He noticed the shift in my expression and immediately stepped closer, his hands gently cupping my face as he said, "But don't worry, this is normal for me... There's nothing for you to get upset about."
His words, meant to comfort, only deepened the ache in my chest. Normal? How could this be normal? My eyes, which I had tried so hard to keep dry, couldn't hold back any longer. A tear slipped down my cheek, followed by another. Before I could react, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his warmth, trying to shield me from the worry his actions had caused.
"I hate seeing you like this," he whispered softly, his lips brushing against my temple, his embrace tightening as if he could squeeze the sadness out of me. "I'm fine, Divya. Really, I am."
I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, but my mind wouldn't stop racing. His words-his attempt to brush it off-only made me realize how much he was holding back from this world from me. I wasn't just upset that he'd hurt himself. I was upset that he didn't think it mattered, that he believed his anger, his hurt, could be handled alone.
"You think this is okay?" I mumbled into his chest, my voice barely above a whisper. "Hurting yourself like this... you think I should just stand by and not worry?"
He didn't answer immediately. I could feel his heartbeat quicken slightly, as if my words struck a chord deep inside him. Slowly, he pulled back, lifting my chin so our eyes met. His expression was softer now, vulnerable in a way I hadn't seen before. "I've always handled things on my own," he admitted, his voice low.
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words. He had always seemed so strong, so in control.
I rested my head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and gently pressed a soft kiss where his heart was, as if trying to soothe the pain he was hiding inside.
His eyes softened, a flicker of something unspoken passing through them. He gently stroked my cheek with his thumb, his gaze never leaving mine.
He kissed my forehead , lingering for a moment as if he was drawing strength from the connection.
He said slowly, "Ham fresh ho ke aate hain, thodi der mein." His voice was calm, but I could still sense the exhaustion behind it.
I stepped back, giving him space to go, and nodded. As he started walking toward the door, something made me speak up. "Aap hamara bathroom use kar sakte hain," I said.
He paused mid-step, glancing back at me with that signature smirk of his, the kind that always made my heart skip a beat. "I know, biwi," he said, dragging out the words with a teasing tone. "But I don't think you'll be comfortable if I sleep beside you......... naked."
My brain short-circuited. "H-Haan?" I stammered, my eyes going wide as my face heated up instantly. Did I just hear that right?
He turned fully toward me now, clearly enjoying my reaction, and leaned against the doorframe. "I don't have any clothes here, darling," he said, his voice smooth as if discussing the weather.
I stood there, mouth slightly open, blinking as my brain tried to catch up. The image of him casually slipping into bed... naked... suddenly flashed through my mind, and I felt my cheeks burn even hotter.
For a moment, I could barely form a coherent thought. How is he so shameless? I wondered. My gaze darted around the room, trying to avoid his teasing eyes, but my face felt like it was on fire. He, on the other hand, looked completely relaxed, almost as if he'd just told me he was going to grab a glass of water, not... that.
Finally, I managed to nod, still processing his words. "Oh, right..." I muttered, feeling my embarrassment grow with every passing second. He chuckled softly, clearly amused by how flustered I had become.
This man... I thought, both mortified and amused at the same time. He always knew exactly how to leave me speechless, and he seemed to enjoy every second of it.
With a wink, he added, " You can relax for now," before walking away, leaving me standing there, still trying to regain my composure. I couldn't help but roll my eyes, a small smile tugging at my lips despite my embarrassment.
Shameless-that's the only word for him. And yet, there was something about the way he teased me that made me smile, no matter how hard I tried to hide it.
He left the room, and I sighed softly, trying to steady my racing heart. I busied myself with making the bed, smoothing out the sheets, fluffing the pillows, trying to distract myself from the heat still lingering in the air. Once the bed was done, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, hoping to ground myself in something familiar.
As I unlocked my phone, I noticed a notification from the WhatsApp group Crazy Kiya re. It was a group of all of us-except Jiju and him. The name alone brought a small smile to my face, remembering all the crazy things we had done together. I tapped on the message, and there it was-a few photos from the theatre, the ones we had clicked earlier today. I scrolled through them, laughter bubbling up inside me as I looked at the goofy faces everyone was making.
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A knock interrupted me, and I turned to see him entering the room, looking as if he had just stepped out of the shower. His damp hair clung slightly to his forehead, and the sleeves of his shirt were casually rolled up, revealing his strong forearms. I quickly put my phone aside, my eyes following his every movement as he locked the door behind him with a soft click.
He walked toward the bed, his gaze never leaving mine, filled with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. Without a word, he sat down beside me, his presence both calming and electrifying at the same time. Slowly, he lay down on the bed, his arm brushing against mine. The air between us felt thick with unspoken words.
"Don't you want to sleep, wife?" he asked, his voice low, almost teasing, but there was a softness to it that made my heart flutter.
I nodded, feeling my cheeks flush as I lay down beside him, my heart racing. The moment my head touched the pillow, he pulled me into his arms, his movements gentle yet firm, as if he couldn't bear the distance between us any longer. My head rested on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath me, grounding me in the moment.
His arms wrapped around me securely, and I felt the warmth of his body against mine, the scent of his fresh cologne filling my senses. There was a sense of safety in his embrace, but also a tension that hummed just beneath the surface. We lay there, the world outside fading away, leaving only the two of us, tangled in the quiet intimacy of the night.
He stroked my hair softly, his fingers running gently through the strands as if savoring every touch, his voice a quiet whisper. "I'll miss you, Divya," he said, his tone filled with an ache I hadn't expected.
His words hit me harder than I thought they would. I lifted my head from his chest to look at him, confusion swirling in my eyes. "Miss me?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly as the reality of leaving in the morning settled in.
His gaze softened, filled with a depth of emotion I wasn't used to seeing from him. He cupped my face with one hand, his thumb brushing lightly against my cheek. "Yes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "When you leave tomorrow, I'm going to miss you every second you're away."
The vulnerability in his eyes made my heart clench. I had grown so used to his strength, his quiet resolve, that seeing him like this-open, raw-took me by surprise. I felt a lump form in my throat as I struggled to find the right words. "I'll miss you too," I whispered, my voice barely holding together.
He pulled me closer, as if he needed to hold onto me for as long as he could. "I wish you didn't have to go," he said softly, his arms tightening around me.
I rested my head on his chest again, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The warmth of his body, the feeling of being in his embrace-I will miss it.
I shifted a bit and moved upward to peck his forehead. The moment my leg accidentally brushed against him, I felt his body stiffen, a low groan escaping his lips. His breath quickened, and before I could even process what had happened, he had lost control. In one swift movement, he hovered over me, his eyes darkened with raw desire.
He didn't give me a chance to speak-his lips crashed against mine, kissing me with such intensity that it left me breathless. My heart raced as I melted into the kiss, my hands instinctively tangling into his damp hair, pulling him closer. His kiss was hungry, filled with a passion that consumed every part of me. I could hardly breathe, my chest rising and falling rapidly as he devoured me with his lips.
When he finally pulled away, I gasped for air, my body trembling under his touch. His gaze burned into mine, the intensity in his eyes sending shivers through me. He didn't speak, just looked at me for a moment, his breathing heavy, his lips parted. And then, without warning, he leaned down again, this time pressing his lips to my neck.
A whimper escaped my lips as he began sucking and biting at my skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His teeth grazed my neck, followed by the warmth of his lips as he kissed and bit down, sending waves of electricity through my body. My hands tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, and I could feel his breath against my skin, hot and demanding.
He growled softly, his lips moving with a mix of tenderness and hunger. I could feel the tension in his body as he struggled to maintain some control, but the way he touched me-his lips, his teeth, his tongue-told me he was quickly losing that battle. Every bite, every kiss on my neck sent my mind spinning, and I felt like I was floating, completely at his mercy.
He bit down on my neck, and a gasp escaped my lips, "Ahhhh!" The sensation shot through me, electrifying every nerve ending.
"Fuck," he muttered, his breath hot against my skin as he felt my reaction. In that instant, something primal sparked between us. The speed of his mouth on my neck quickened, his kisses becoming more fervent, more demanding.
A wave of heat washed over me, and I felt a rush of warmth pooling between my thighs, a pressure building inside me that I couldn't ignore. "Ahhh... ahh," I moaned, unable to contain the sounds escaping my lips. I turned my head sideways, giving him more access, craving every touch he offered.
His lips traveled down my neck, igniting a fire within me that I had never experienced before.
His hands moved upward and i
I couldn't hold back the soft moans escaping my lips as he continued his assault on my neck, marking me as his. His hands roamed over my body, his grip firm but not painful, as if he couldn't get enough of me. The air between us was thick with desire, and I knew in that moment that neither of us could stop this even if we wanted to stop.
He didn't stop. His hands continued to explore, moving across my skin with purpose, igniting fires everywhere they touched. My breath hitched when his fingers grazed my waist, and I instinctively arched into him, seeking more of the warmth and intensity he was offering.
His mouth left my neck for a moment, and I whimpered at the loss of contact, but before I could even voice a protest, his lips were on mine again, capturing me in a kiss that was deep and filled with a hunger I'd never felt before. His body pressed against mine, pinning me beneath him, and every inch of me was aware of how close we were.
The pressure building between my thighs intensified, and I could feel my heart racing wildly. My hands tangled in his hair again, pulling him closer, as if somehow that would satiate the need growing inside me. But it only made the desire stronger. His hands slid higher under my kurti, and I gasped as he made contact with bare skin, his touch sending sparks through me.
The sensation was overwhelming, yet I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. His lips trailed down from my mouth, across my jaw, and back to my neck, where he resumed his earlier assault, kissing and biting in a way that left me breathless.
"You're driving me crazy," he whispered against my skin, his voice low and filled with a barely contained desire. His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but cling to him even tighter, wanting him closer, deeper.
For a moment, it felt like the world stood still. Just us, tangled in each other, lost in the pull of this raw, magnetic connection that neither of us could deny.
His gaze softened as he watched me, a silent promise held within those eyes. There was something different tonight, something heavier, like the weight of every unspoken word hung in the air between us. He didn't just look at me-he looked into me, as though he wanted to memorize every part of me before the morning came.
He nestled his head between my chest and took a deep breath. Both of us was panting and I felt myself getting drowsy. And I didn't realise when sleep engulfed me.
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