CHAPTER 70
Mayil tied both hands of Mrityunjay on the arms of the chair and checked 100 times to see if he could open it or not. She finally concluded that he couldn't open the rope, then straddled his lap and applied a good amount of shaving foam to his face.
"Mahi, you said you wanted to trim."
"Plan change. I want to see you with a clean shave."
"Don't you think you are taking too much advantage of me? ... "
" Absolutely… and I love it. Sit quietly; otherwise, I will cut your cheek. Then you will really start looking like a real mafia; they have long cuts on their faces.
"How many mafias did you meet earlier?"
"You are the first and the last. I have no intention of meeting any mafia, but I have seen a lot in the picture. Now quiet."
She starts shaving his beard very carefully, and Mrityunjay is just looking at her face. There is nothing that he does not want to be her, whether it is licit or unagreeable, and he accepts everything immediately, like today, when she said she wanted to trim his beard but while tying his hands.
"Mahi doesn't hurt yourself; that's it. You are keeping your fingers too close while you are shaving. Take it away or leave it; I'll do it myself.
"I will do it safely; I do not want the slightest scratch on your skin at all. Due to my own fear, I feel compelled to grasp your skin a bit more tightly."
While talking to Mrityunjay, she does not care at all that she has put the razor very close to her finger, and suddenly the blade of the razor touches her tip, due to which her finger gets cut quickly.
"Mahi…"
Mrityunjay immediately breaks the rope tied to his hands, due to which she looks at him in amazement with her open mouth. He looks at her finger, which is bleeding slightly; he takes it in his mouth, immediately sits on the bed, carrying her in his arms, and shouts loudly.
"Give me a medical box, Mahi." I slapped you so hard that you stopped all your mischief in a second."
"You want to slap me."
"Of course... what the hell did you do with yourself?"
"You look more handsome with a clean shave."
Mrityunjay stares at her; she is smiling. A servant has been given a medical box. He immediately bandages her finger, cleans his face well, and stands in front of the mirror. He didn't like his face without a beard.
"I look like a small teenage boy."
"A handsome boy, not an arrogant, grumpy old man..."
"Old man..."
She smiles and quickly presses her lower lip in between her teeth while suppressing her laughter. Before she can run away, he quickly catches her, throws her on his shoulder, and spanks her hard.
"I am an old man, my young lady."
"Jay… "
Spank
"Who is the old baby?"
"Meeeeee… "
Spank again.
"Jay, I am the old one."
"This naughty girl needs a daddy."
His severe spanking profoundly altered her; she never, in a million years, imagined that she would enjoy such things to such an extent. Her breath is uneven because of his sensuous torture, which ignites her desires.
"Jay….."
He smirks at her trembling voice, throws her on the bed, hovers over, unbuttons two buttons on her shirt from above, and bites her. She shivers at his sweet torture. She clutches his shoulder and presses herself more into him. He was devouring her upper front and inhaling her sweet fragrance while licking her neck seductively. He didn't want to stop, but he didn't want to move further at the same time.
He sweetly takes her skin between his lips and leaves it instantly; she is enjoying it so much and gives him more excess while raising her face upward. He moves his hand inside her shirt, caresses her stomach with his long, slender finger slowly, moves his lips downward while kissing her clothed front, and kisses her hard stomach above her shirt. He then opens a button from there and sees her deep navel. He quickly kisses her while biting her slightly.
She is not allowing him to separate from herself at all by holding his face with both hands. She also wants to love him as much as he is doing. Additionally, he bites in silence in that spot very softly, intentionally blowing some air. She forms an arc with her body and moans to slightly raise it. He quickly opens his eyes and looks at her; she enjoys his touch so much. He smiles, comes upwards, and captures her lips quickly in a very urgent and demanding kiss.
She responds with the same passion while touching him with her fingertip, as he is without a shirt because of shaving, which creates different soothing magic in his body. She pushes him on the bed and hovers over him; she kisses his jaw and bites it slightly to show her right like him; he smiles and grabs her nape to devour her lips again. After a very long and breathtaking kiss, they hug each other while panting and saying.
"I love you."
He settled her on himself properly and said,.
"Sleep quietly, baby doll."
"If I say I don't want to..."
"Getting naughty... One day I will be so naughty, forgetting everything, that you will not be able to stop me."
"I am waiting."
It is not that Mrityunjay wants to do all that his heart is asking him to do with her right now, but he wants to listen well to her first while explaining his heart.
"You have no problem."
"I love you very much... My love is a strong belief. I know who I am trusting, and I want to trust you blindly."
For anyone, this word may be too small, but for him, these words are everything. He immediately snuggles her in his arms. Mayil also wants to wrap herself in his arms forever, like she is his blanket who protects him with everything.
Mayil has been noticing for a long time that whenever he is with her, he is very happy, but if he is sitting alone for a while, then he is just in deep thought. She does not know what the problem is, but she has never asked about his parents or about anything else, but now she wants to know everything about him. But she doesn't know when to ask him all this.
Mayil knows very well that Mrityunjay loves her very much, and she does not want to take advantage of his love. But it is not that she does not want to meet her parents either. She is just looking for a chance. She can tell him very well that she misses her parents very much and wants to meet them, and she knows very well that not only will Mrityunjay listen to him, he will also understand him.
She is easily moving everywhere. Enjoying everything freely. She still doesn't have a phone. She knows that Mrityunjay may still be afraid that she will call her parents. But she wants to talk to them. Years have passed, and she hasn't even heard their voice. She wants to hear their voices and wants to meet them. She is just waiting for the moment when Mrityunjay can easily accept her demand, and she is sure that such a day will definitely come.
Mrityunjay smiles, looks into her eyes, and kisses her forehead. She also smiles and puts his head on her chest while marking a small kiss on his lips. He closes his eyes, like he wants to sleep in the soft music of her heartbeat.
It's been a month. Mrityunjay is far away from his work, and Mayil is also enjoying it a lot. Right now, they are in Bangkok and are having a lot of fun. She is dragging Mrityunjay to a shop, and he looks at the shop first, then at her, and says,.
"You are not serious about this, right?"
"Do you see any kind of laughter on my face? ..."
"Mahi yaar, I don't like such things."
"Even I don't like it."
"Then why are we here?"
"Do you remember yesterday? I met the couple, and I loved seeing both of them together so much. I love their couple's tattoos."
"Hold on. You will not get a tattoo of any kind. You are afraid of needles. You will be in pain too."
"Yes, I know very well that I am afraid of needles, but I still want to get tattoos, and I will."
"Okay, fine… If you want a tattoo made, I will get it done for you. but you don't need to make one at all. Look, Mahi, you are just insisting; you don't know it hurts too much."
"Okay…"
He feels so relieved, so they go inside. Mayil is overjoyed and shares whatever idea she has with tattoo artists, due to which he makes a wonderful tattoo for them. Seeing this, she becomes very happy, and she wants to get this tattoo done just below the shoulder blade of Mrityunjay, which he also likes very much because the tattoo she selected is of the first letter of both of them. M loves M, which means Mrityunjay loves Mayil.
The tattoo artist sends Mayil out because, for fear of infection, he only keeps the person who wants to make the tattoo; everyone else has to stay outside. Mayil also leaves from there, smiling. Mrityunjay is overjoyed to see her happiness.
After getting his tattoo done, Mrityunjay checked himself in the mirror, and a very beautiful smile came across his lips when he saw her name with him.
Mayil comes inside and looks at his tattoo with a broad smile. He kisses her forehead, and she quickly comes in front and slides her dress off her shoulder. He looks in the mirror, where Mrityunjay has gotten the tattoo done, and in the same place, Mayil has also gotten the same tattoo done. Upon seeing Mayil, he becomes enraged, but upon seeing her cheerful face, he develops a great deal of affection for her as well.
"Why did you do this? It is very painful for you."
But Mayil is just smiling. The tattoo artist who made Mayil this tattoo immediately comes forward and says, Mrityunjay.
" Pain… Seeing her, it did not seem that she was in any kind of pain. To date, I have tattooed so many people. A painful voice comes out of everyone's mouth once. But she was perpetually grinning, and when I inquired as to why, she replied that she was perpetually grinning. So she just said that today she is going to write the name of her love on herself, that she is only his."
Mayil does not turn toward Mrityunjay at all; she is still smiling and looking at her tattoo in the mirror. Mrityunjay looks at both tattoo artists. They both leave immediately. Only Mayil and Mrityunjay are left there. Mrityunjay leans slightly, holding Mayil in his arms from behind, puts his face on her shoulder, gently kisses her tattoo, and tells her to.
"You love me so much."
"Yes… However, my desire is to love you so much that it causes you to fear my forehead. You start falling in love with my love. You force yourself to love me more."
He quickly subdues her by placing his lips on hers and turning her face, because in reality, each word she utters increases his affection for her.