"I know, what you need Jaan" Aarav said slowly circling her clit over her panty that was completely wet with her cumm. Divya's eyes were half closed, her hands were tangled in his hairs and her chest was moving up down rapidly.
He pulled his hand away, Divya's eyes fluttered open, revealing a look of pure divine. Her long, dark hair framed her face, contrasting with the soft skin of her bare upper body. Her panties, damp with her arousal, clung to her sensitive skin, providing no barrier to Aarav's wandering fingers
He stopped circling her sensitive spot and removed his fingers from her palazzo, his fingers glistening with evidence of her arousal, with her cumm. Slowly, he brought them close to his nose, inhaling deeply.
Then, with deliberate intent, he traced his fingers over his lips, about to taste her. Divya's eyes widened in embarrassment, and she quickly grabbed his hand to stop him.
She shook her head, whispering shyly, "pls d_on't,...It's so... dirty."
Aarav didn't reply... Instead, his smoldering gaze locked onto hers, and without hesitation, he placed his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean. He savored the taste as though it was the most precious thing in the world.
Once he was done, he withdrew his fingers and, with a teasing smirk, gently pressed them against her lips. "Suck it, Jaan" he said in a deep, husky voice.
Divya hesitated, her cheeks burning crimson. But under his commanding yet affectionate gaze, she parted her lips slightly and took his fingers in. Slowly, she began to suck, her nervousness melting into submission.
Aarav's lips curved into a satisfied smile as he watched her, his thumb grazing her cheek softly. "See?" he whispered, his tone reverent. "It's not dirty, love. It's the purest thing to me-because it's you."
His words sent a shiver through her, and she couldn't look away from him. In his eyes, there was no judgment, only unfiltered adoration that made her heart ache in the best way.
"You like that, baby?" He whispered, his breath hot against her neck. His deep voice sent a thrill through Divya's body, making her ache with want. She turned her head sideways unable to find the words to express the pleasure he was giving her.
Aarav leaned forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. His mouth moved passionately against hers, his tongue seeking entrance, and she opened to him willingly. Their tongues danced, exploring each other's mouths, the taste of desire lingering between them. Divya's hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as the kiss intensified.
Aarav's hand slowly went down again. And this time his hands traced the hem of her panty and slowly took his hand inside it and traced her pussy with his middle finger.
"Fuck!! You're so wet, jaan," Aarav murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. "I can feel how much you want me." He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Let me take care of you, baby. Let me make you feel good."
Divya moaned softly, her head falling back as she surrendered to the sensations. Aarav's fingers continued their dance, building up a relentless rhythm. He rubbed her clit up - down, and circled it. He continued doing that with his two fingers, she was so wet that his fingers were moving without any obstacle. He sensed her arousal and fastened his fingers. "Ahhh_ahh sl_ow" she moaned, her orgasm was near, and just then when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he slid a finger inside her pussy.
"Ahh-hhhhhhhhhhh" she cried out due to the pleasure building inside her.
She arched back and her eyes were shut close.
He slowly started moving his fingers inside out, wet walls of her pussy clenched around him.
"baby Moan my name, ask your husband to finger fuck you harshly" he said kissing her neck.
"Ahhh, oh Aar_av..." Divya breathed, her voice barely audible. Her body moved in sync with his fingers, her hips thrusting gently to meet his every move. Aarav's thumb found her clit again, rubbing it in firm circles as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.
The pleasure was intense, almost overwhelming. Divya's breath came in short gasps as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. Aarav's mouth claimed hers in a hungry kiss, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his fingers. Their tongues danced, tasting each other, as their passion escalated.
Breaking the kiss, Aarav whispered against her lips, "Come for me, Divya. Let go and feel the pleasure." His words were like a command, pushing her over the edge. Divya's back arched, her hands grasping at his shoulders as her body convulsed in ecstasy.
Aarav's fingers never stopped their relentless assault, prolonging her orgasm until she was sobbing with pleasure. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, her juices flowing freely, soaking his fingers. Aarav's own desire was evident as he ground his hardening cock against her thigh, seeking relief from the torture of their mutual pleasure.
As Divya's orgasm subsided, she opened her eyes, her face flushed and her lips swollen from their passionate kisses. Aarav's gaze burned into her, his eyes dark with unfulfilled desire. He withdrew his fingers slowly, savoring the sensation of her wetness as he pulled away.
He sucked his fingers , devouring her cumm and kissed her forehead softly.
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He got up and searched for his shirt on the bed, until he spotted it in the corner. He picked it up and said, "Get up, biwi."
She stirred slightly but obeyed, slowly rising from the bed, still feeling the warmth of their shared moment.
Without saying another word, he draped his shirt over her shoulders, the fabric hanging loosely around her, almost swallowing her figure. He began buttoning a few buttons from the top, his fingers moving with an easy familiarity as he tucked the shirt around her. His touch was gentle but firm, making sure everything was just right.
Once she was dressed in his shirt, his eyes ran over her, with a look of tenderness in them. He brushed a strand of hair from her face and gave her a small, affectionate smile. "Baby, I'm coming in a while... hmmm? Take rest," he said softly, his voice low with care.
She shook her head, holding his hand, not wanting to let him go. He gave her his rarest smile, one that made her heart skip a beat, and said while caressing her hairs, "Jaan, just 10 minutes."
She nodded understandingly and he went inside the washroom.
She heard the sound of the shower running and understood that he was taking a shower . The soft rush of water filled the room, giving her space to gather her thoughts.
As she lay there, wrapped in his shirt, she felt safe, cherished, and cared for-words that were unspoken but understood between them.
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A few minutes later, he emerged, looking nothing short of devilishly handsome. He was wearing just his trousers, with his upper body naked just with a towel wrapped around his neck.
His body still glistening from the shower, droplets of water running down his chiseled torso. He walked toward her with purpose, his gaze intense, the heat between them still palpable.
He stood in front of her, his voice low and steady as he asked, "Do you want to take a shower?"
She shook her head slightly, her voice barely a whisper as she replied, "No... I'm fine."
His eyes softened and he nodded, settling beside her. Without saying another word, he moved closer, his presence enveloping her completely.
He embraced her and kept her head on his chest.
Aarav was holding Divya close, his hand resting gently on her back as if to keep her grounded after the intensity of their shared moment. His fingers were tracing soothing circles on her skin, calming both of them after the rush of emotions.
"Divya," Aarav whispered softly, his voice low, as if he didn't want to disturb the calm that had settled between them. "Are you okay?"
She nodded slowly, feeling his gaze on her even though her eyes were closed. Her heart was still racing just by recalling the moments, but there was something soothing about the way he was gently brushing her hair away from her face. He was making her feel safe, cherished, and cared for in a way that left her feeling both secure and vulnerable at the same time.
Aarav was looking at her with an intensity that made her blush. He was not rushing to break the silence. Instead, he was letting her breathe, letting the moment stretch between them, allowing her to gather herself. He was moving his hand to her chin, tilting her head slightly, as he was carefully brushing his thumb across her jawline, like he was memorizing the soft curve of her face.
"You're so beautiful, Divya," he said, his words dripping with sincerity.
Divya smiled softly, her cheeks flushed.
Aarav leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead. He wasn't rushing it. He was letting the kiss speak for everything he wasn't saying aloud-how much he cared, how much he wanted her to feel treasured. He was making sure she felt that, and it was more than enough for Divya.
He pulled the blanket up, covering them properly and tucking it around her carefully.
Divya's eyes were closed and slowly sleep was engulfing her. Whereas Aarav was watching her as she was drifting into sleep, his heart full of a promise. He wasn't going anywhere. He was staying right there, by her side, protecting her with everything he had.
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It was 7 in morning and in the room and Divya was sleeping peacefully in Aarav's embrace. She was wearing his shirt. Her sleep got disturb when she felt ticklish in her neck region. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Aarav track his fingers on her nape.
She realised that she was sleeping on Aarav's arm with their body entangled.
Aarav was busy admiring her and her face noticing her red and swollen lips due to kissing and sucking.
He stirred and sat on the bed.
Divya's POV
I sat up, feeling the cool morning air against my skin, only to find him staring at me with those deep, captivating eyes. My heart skipped a beat as realization dawned-I was wearing his shirt, with nothing beneath, while his upper body remained bare. Memories of last night came crashing down like waves, making my cheeks flush. I quickly lowered my gaze, unable to meet his intense eyes.
"Good morning, biwi," he greeted in his husky, morning voice, his gaze soft yet piercing.
"Good morning," I murmured, barely audible, my voice trembling slightly.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his tone laced with concern as his caring eyes searched mine.
I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat, but before I could respond further, I felt him tugging me closer. Within seconds, I was pulled against his bare chest, his arms wrapping around me protectively.
His breath tickled my ear as he whispered, "Sleep, Jaan. We slept late last night."
My eyelids grew heavy as his warmth enveloped me, his heartbeat a soothing rhythm against my own. In that moment, I let myself drift, feeling utterly safe and cherished in his embrace. Being in his arms had quickly become my favorite place in the world.
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Evening time
It was evening, and I was sitting on the terrace, lost in my thoughts, reflecting on how my life had changed. Just a month ago, I was someone who had never been in a relationship, someone who couldn't have imagined falling in love, let alone being married. And yet, here I was-married, and undeniably in love with my husband.
I don't even know when, how, or where it happened. It just did. The way he looks at me makes my heart race, his gaze holding a depth that I can't quite describe. Every time he calls me biwi, it's as if he's giving me a special title, one that only I have the privilege of owning. It makes me feel seen, cherished, and special in a way I never thought possible.
I've observed him with others, and it amazes me how different he is with me. To the world, he's cold, detached, and composed-a man of few words who rarely shows his emotions. But with me, he's someone entirely different. He softens, his actions and words reflecting a warmth that he doesn't share with anyone else. It's as if I'm the only one who can see this side of him, and that thought alone fills me with a sense of belonging.
Whenever he touches me, I find myself unable to resist. His touch holds a kind of magic, an unspoken promise of safety and love. Not once have I felt uncomfortable around him. Instead, he has become my safest place, the one person who understands me in ways I never thought anyone could. He knows what I'm feeling without me having to say a word, and he anticipates what I need before I even realize it myself.
I realized the depth of my love for him the day I was leaving Lucknow. As I stood on the balcony, watching the city that had become so dear to me, it felt as though I was leaving behind a piece of my heart. The weight of parting was unbearable, an ache I couldn't escape. And then, in that very moment, he hugged me from behind. His arms wrapped around me, strong yet tender, as though they were shielding me from the world.
His touch, so familiar and grounding, pulled me out of the storm of emotions swirling within me. It was as if his embrace reminded me of who I truly was and who I had become because of him. That single touch carried a warmth that melted every ounce of my pain, dissolving my worries as though they had never existed. In his arms, I felt an indescribable peace, a sense of belonging so profound that it left no room for doubt.
That was when it truly hit me-I love him. I love him with everything I have. I can't even begin to imagine a future without him by my side. The mere thought of it sends a sharp sting through my heart. He's not just my husband; he's my anchor, my safe harbor, my everything.
And yesterday, something shifted between us. His touch was different-deeper, more intense. It wasn't just soothing or comforting. It was something else entirely, something that awakened every part of me. His eyes, the warmth of his embrace, the scent of him-it was intoxicating, pulling me into a world where only we existed. I was drowning in a sea of emotions, unable to distinguish where love ended and desire began. His touch ignited a fire within me, one that burned brighter with every passing second, consuming me completely.
I wanted him yesterday-truly wanted him in a way I'd never experienced before. When his bare skin brushed against mine, it was as though every wall between us disappeared. It wasn't just physical; it was emotional, spiritual-a connection so profound it left me breathless. His touch was my solace, my peace, and at the same time, my undoing.
As I sit here now, under the vast expanse of the evening sky, I realize just how deeply I've fallen for him. He is my peace, my chaos, my home. He is everything I never knew I needed, and everything I could never live without. And in this moment, I know one thing for certain: I am his, completely and irrevocably.
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