Reyansh Carter
Ihave never been as devoted to God as my parents would probably want me to be. I have never been one to believe in divine existence until the moment I got Aisha in my life.
And tonight, I feel like God blessed me once again by letting my deepest wish, my biggest dream come true—one that I would never in my wildest nights assume it would.
I press my lips against Aisha’s once more and the sound she makes leaves my heart racing and travels straight down my body. I love her so much that I can never express them into words so I am glad she is letting me do so with my mouth.
Why talk when we can kiss?
Her hands grab my neck so hard, her nails dig into my skin and the thought that she is going to leave marks gives me thrill like no other. I absolutely love when she leaves trails of her affection on my body.
My hand goes low on her ass, careful not to tread any boundaries she wouldn’t like me to cross but when she nudges me closer, I let go of any restrictions and touch her fully and completely like she is mine.
Because she is.
She gasps when I give it a little squeeze and I slip my tongue inside, touching her with it. Despite the rain pouring over us like cats and dogs, I can’t find it in me to stop.
Her skin still feels warm and despite whatever she says, I know that she loves me too. She will come around to say the words herself. Till then, I will do it with her lips.
I break away from her when she feels out of breath and I realize that we made out in the middle of the road and while I wouldn’t mind continuing any further, I also wouldn’t like her falling sick.
“We have to stop. For now.”
Her eyes open as I whisper against her lips and I find the same need in her eyes as she does in mine.
“Promise we will continue this when I get home.”
I smile, not even able to contain my happiness. I press my lips against her forehead, promising things I can’t say out loud.
“I promise. For now, get inside the car.”
She nods and I lift her up in my arms with ease and she smiles.
I hope this night never ends.
* * *
The mechanic come swiftly after and it doesn’t take him long to fix what’s broken and I think it was divine timing that our car broke down in this moment of time.
I don’t belief in that stuff but when it comes to Aisha I will believe in anything that brings us closer.
“Sorry for making you wait,” I say as I get inside the car and she looks at me with a sheepish smile. Her hair is half dry now and she has covered herself with her chunni that is thankfully not wet.
“Are you cold?” she asks
“Not at all,” I say and start the car. I can’t wait to get back home.
There’s a slight awkwardness in the car and unfortunately, I don’t know how to break it.
So, I do what I do best. I flirt with her.
“Are you tired? Sleepy?” I ask
“No, why?” she says
“Nothing,” I smirk. “We just have a long night ahead.”
“In your dreams,” she scoffs and I chuckle.
If only she knew what happens in my dreams.
“Oh I wish I could do everything I do to you in my dreams. But don’t worry we have a whole life ahead of us.”
She looks at me and I know a sassy retort is sitting on her tongue.
“How are you so sure we have so much time ahead of us? Together?”
“Meri jaan, if there’s one thing I have been sure of in my entire life, it’s us.”
She narrows her eyes. “Where do you get such lines in your mind?”
“All of that happens naturally when I am with you.”
She chuckles but doesn’t say anything which is all good because just as we are about to reach our home, I would hope that I make her lose her ability to talk.
* * *
“Home, sweet home,” I say as I park our car in our driveway. She makes a move to get out of the car and I stop her.
“Stop. I will carry you.”
“No,” she swats my hand away as if caught on fire. “What if our mothers are still awake? Plus, I can walk now, I think.”
I give her a look. Is she always so inherently stubborn or she does this to annoy me?
“It is 2 am in the morning. Why do you think they will be awake? Plus you’re not going to walk. We already put enough stress on your foot. We will have to change the dressing before everything else.”
Her cheeks turn pink but I didn’t mean to insinuate that we are going to have sex. I am not opposed to the idea of that, of course. But the only time we will get intimate like that is when she wants me to.
When she confesses her love for me again. When she forgives me for hurting her more than anyone else.
I get out of the car when she doesn’t protests anymore and she keeps looking at me as if she is seeing a new person completely.
Truth be told, I do feel like I have become someone I was not for a long time.
Funny how you do so much for one person.
The old me, the one who was stubborn as hell and couldn’t care about anyone’s feelings would be shocked seeing me this down bad for someone.
But that old me also never knew what real happiness, real peace looked like so he can shut his mouth.
“Come,” I say, as I lift her in my arms and she might think I am doing this for her but partially I am doing it for myself. I love the feeling of having her in my arms.
“At least your time spent in the gym instead of with me is paying off,” she says and I chuckle.
“Even if I wasn’t working out, I would still carry you everywhere if you would let me.”
She rolls her eyes but I know she is just teasing.
Once we are inside our bedroom, I make her sit carefully on the bed. She looks up at me with her big, doe eyes and I find my heart melting under her gaze.
If I could stop the time at current moment, I would. I would want her to continue looking at me for the rest of our lives like this.
“I will get you a towel and the first aid kit,” I tell her, even though my heart doesn’t want me to leave her even for a second. “Then you can change.”
She nods and I give her hand a tight squeeze before going into our bathroom to get everything.
I take a look at myself in the mirror and even a stranger could see the noticeable change on my face. The under eyes are gone, my face is much clearer now though I have grown a stubble. My eyes look gentler, much more alive and I happen to look a lot younger than I am.
All thanks to my wife.
When I come back, I find her sitting with her chin resting on her knees, her lehenga lifted slightly up.
“Here,” I rub her hair with the towel before she takes it from me. “Does it hurt too much?”
I sit in front of her, examining her foot. In the midst of letting our feelings talk, I forgot that she was in pain.
“Not so much,” she says. “It will get better once I give it some rest.”
I nod, taking out the ointment and applying it on her swollen ankle quietly.
Even when I am not looking at her, I can tell that her eyes are on me, that her mind is working over time and that she has something on her mind that she is too busy over analyzing to say out loud.
“What is going on in that pretty mind of yours, sweetheart?” I can’t help but ask
“I—” she starts, licking her lips and my eyes trace that movement involuntarily. “I just can’t forget it.”
“Forget what?”
“That kiss. It felt…real.”
I smile, my cheeks warming up. Of course it did.
“It was very much real.”
“No,” she shakes her head, drawing closer to me. “I mean that I didn’t think it would happen. I didn’t think it would happen so soon or at all, in fact.”
My eyebrows furrow. “Why not?”
She stares at me, not saying anything for a few seconds.
“When was the last time we kissed? Before all this? Or held hands? Or hugged or cuddled or had sex?”
I am left speechless because I know she has a point. It has been ages since we got close. And I hate that more than she does.
I wrap the bandage around her foot while thinking over my answer.
“Do you want to change it?” I ask once I am done
“What?”
I smile getting up.
“I have a gift for you,” I say and she looks at me confused.
I had actually meant to give it to her later, when the time was right. But the more I keep waiting for the right moment or the right time, the more I keep losing moments with her.
The time is right when you make it.
“I got this for you,” I take out the velvet box from the drawer by or bedside.
I take out the payal from the box and her eyes glimmer. She loves jewelry like this and she has always wanted a payal.
I can’t wait to see them on her feet.
I drape and lock them around her ankle and she smiles so big that I can go mad. She looks so beautiful.
“Do you like it?” I ask
“I love it,” she says, her voice soft. Her eyes waver before she leans up to kiss me on the cheek and I visibly stop breathing.
All this time I had been the one to initiate physical touch with her. Her kissing me is like me winning a lottery.
It makes life worth living.
I hold her close to me by the waist and her eyes stay connected with mine. I know what she wants but I can’t give it to her fully.
Not yet at least.
I cup her cheek, tracing the softness of her skin and she doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move away. Just accepts the gentleness of my touch and I take that as a sign to go forward.
I touch my lips with hers again, tracing them with mine. She doesn’t move back, instead pulls me closer by the nape.
I smile as I kiss her fully then, slowly relearning the shape of her lips and her rhythm. This kiss is different than the one we shared a few hours ago.
This one is like saying hello once again to each other after a long, tiring day.
Its like coming home.
She opens her mouth for me and I relish it with my tongue. She squirms under my touch as I lay her down.
She pulls me on top of her as I kiss her fervently, not getting enough of her. She pulls away slightly when we are both out of breath and I take that chance to trace her skin.
My lips move downwards and she moans right when I reach that sensitive spot on her neck before her collarbone, the one I have devoured all of our lives.
“God you are beautiful, baby,” I say and I am rewarded with the most delirious and satisfying sound ever.
“I love you so much,” I say as I move downwards and all the while I don’t break eye contact with her.
Partially to see the effect my touch has one her. Partially to see if she is uncomfortable so I stop.
I press a kiss on her waist and she bunches the sheets around her.
“Is this okay?” I ask as I lift up her lehenga
“We can stop if you want,” I add.
“Don’t,” she presses. “Please don’t.”
“As you say, baby,” I say as I lower her lehenga and I am greeted with her beautiful lingerie.
I press a kiss on her thigh and she bites her lip. I slowly move towards her most sensitive area and I love how goosebumps rise on her skin.
I press a kiss on her clothed core and her eyes role backwards.
“I missed this,” I kiss her clothed core. “I missed having you like this. I missed seeing you at my mercy.”
“Most importantly,” I say moving her panties to the side. “I missed the beautiful view from down here.”