Chapter-47
Mature content ahead (18+)
(6k + word) Another long chapter....
Abhimanyu sat in the dimly lit auditorium, the buzz of the crowd a distant murmur, his heart racing in cadence with the rhythmic thump of the bass from the host's microphone.
The stage was set for the CEO of the Year award, a prestigious honor he had claimed twice before. Tonight, the stakes felt higher than ever.
He glanced at the shimmering trophy on the stage before him-a golden statuette glinting under the spotlight, a symbol of success that both thrilled and intimidated him.
As anticipation hung in the air, his mind drifted back to a moment he shared with his wife in the morning.
He had been adjusting his tie in front of the mirror in his room. Aarushi entered the room, her presence lighting it up in a way that made the mundane feel extraordinary.
"Here, let me help you with that," she said, stepping closer, her fingers deftly smoothing the fabric of his coat before slipping it onto his shoulders.
The soft touch ignited a warmth within him that spread through his chest.
"You look handsome," she continued, her eyes sparkling with love for him"I know you can do it"
He smiled, the tension easing from his shoulders. "What if I don't win?"
Aarushi stepped forward, cupping his face with her delicate hands. "Then you'll still be my Abhi, the man I'm proud of no matter what Or waise bhi ek trophy hi to hai ,kisse chahiye faltu trophy hamare pass pahle se do hai. We don't need it "
("Then you'll still be my Abhi, the man I'm proud of no matter what and Who needs another useless trophy anyway? We already have two)
"Is that so?" he replied, mirroring her playful tone. "Yes"she insisted, caressing his cheek, her touch lingering. "Best of luck, my love."
She kissed his forehead, then pulled back, her gaze filled with an unwavering belief in him. The kiss turned into a soft, lingering press of lips, a promise of support that filled him with resolve.
"I'll be back soon," he assured her, his voice steady despite the flutter in his stomach.
With a final glance at her radiant smile, he left, the warmth of her affection fueling his steps.
The present rushed back like a wave crashing against the shore. Abhimanyu was jolted from his memories as the host took to the stage, the spotlight now fully focused on him.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to announce the CEO of the Year" The room erupted in applause, and Abhimanyu felt the familiar surge of adrenaline course through his veins.
He sat up straighter, the energy palpable as the host began to rattle off the nominees. Each name felt like a drumbeat, echoing in his mind until they reached his own.
"Abhimanyu Singh Rathore"
Thunderous applause filled the room, and Abhimanyu rose, his all time stotic face as he made his way toward the stage.
He moved with a quiet confidence, his aura commanding attention. Each step felt heavy with expectation, but as he reached for the award, he felt lighter, as if Aarushi's words wrapped around him like a protective shield.
Standing before the audience, he took a deep breath, allowing the moment to wash over him. The microphone felt cool against his fingertips as he addressed the crowd.
"Thank you, everyone. Winning this award for the third time is an honor that I do not take lightly. It is not just a reflection of my efforts, but of my employee's dedication and hard work. I share this achievement with all of you hardworking employees "
He paused, glancing at the sea of faces-some familiar, others not. "I owe a special thanks to my family . Their unwavering support and belief in me has been my anchor. I can't say enough how much it means to have them by my side."
The crowd erupted in applause once more.. "Let's continue striving for excellence together. Thank you" He stepped down from the stage.
As he made his way back to his seat, the applause still ringing in his ears, he felt a mix of relief and elation. It was over, and he had done it again.
The car ride back to the mansion was a blur. Abhimanyu stared out the window, his expression stoic, yet inside he was a whirlwind of emotions. The trophy lay beside him, heavy with expectations, but it was the thought of Aarushi that truly occupied his mind.
Upon arriving at the mansion, he stepped inside, greeted by the familiar sounds of family chatter.
"Congratulations"Badi Ma exclaimed, her eyes shining with pride. Chachi joined in, beaming at him.
"Thank you," he responded, his voice steady but warm.
Aaryan rushed over, smiling proudly. "Bhai, I knew you'd do it"
Abhimanyu nodded at him and said "Despite giving me headaches, you also worked hard" Aaryan chuckled and replied "You don't know the fun bhai"
Rudra approached, an exaggerated grin plastered on his face. "Congrats, bro. You have a friend like me ofcourse you will win. Uff I also worked really hard" He clapped a hand on Abhimanyu's shoulder, a gesture of camaraderie that felt both comforting and intrusive.
Abhimanyu glared at him, a silent warning flashing in his eyes. Rudra chuckled, retracting his hand. "Okay, okay,Don't look at me like that"
With the congratulations still ringing in his ears, Abhimanyu turned to his family. "Get ready; we'll leave in half an hour."
Chachi nodded and left from there with badi ma.
Abhimanyu's gaze drifted to Aaryan. "Where's Bade Papa and Chacha Ji?"
"They already left for the venue," Aaryan replied, his excitement bubbling over."Vivaan and Navya is still not ready"
"I'll check on Aarushi," Abhimanyu said, slipping away from the group.
He ascended the staircase, his heart raced as he approached their room.
He opened the door and She was there , draped in a saree of, the fabric clinging to her curves, accentuating every graceful line of her figure.
Her dark hair, usually neatly tied back, cascaded down her shoulders in loose, silken waves, framing her face in a soft, romantic embrace. Her slender fingers delicately adjusted the pleats of her saree, her movements fluid and elegant.
Abhimanyu paused, his hand still resting on the doorknob, captivated by the sight before him. It wasn't just her physical beauty, though that was undeniable.
It was the quiet grace, the serene confidence that radiated from her, that held him spellbound. The way the soft light caught the curve of her cheek, the delicate arch of her neck, the gentle slope of her shoulders-it was a vision of pure, unadulterated beauty.
He felt a familiar tug in his chest, a possessive warmth that spread through his veins. His jaan ,his wife, was a masterpiece, a living, breathing work of art.
"Aaj to chand bhi sharma jaye aapki khubsurti ke aage, Mrs Aarushi Abhimanyu Rathore," he remarked, closing the door behind him.
(Today even the moon would feel shy in front of your beauty, Mrs Aarushi Abhimanyu Rathore)
She turned, surprise etched on her features as her lips curled into a smile.
"Abhi" she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.
He raised the trophy, a playful glint in his eyes.
Aarushi rushed to him, enveloping him in a warm embrace. "I knew you would do it" Abhimanyu chuckled, his arms tightening around her. "But you said it was a useless trophy."
Aarushi pulled back, her expression playfully stern. "A prize is a prize," she scolded, her voice laced with affection. "Don't call it useless. My husband won it with hard work."
Abhimanyu's heart warmed at her words. He handed her the trophy, his eyes softening. Aarushi held it, her gaze filled with admiration. The look in her eyes, a blend of love, adoration and pride, sent a jolt of electricity through Abhimanyu.
He felt a rush of warmth, a flutter of butterflies igniting in his stomach as he looked at her, truly looked at her.
"Don't look at me like that," he mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up.
"Why? Are you shy?" she teased, inching closer, her playful demeanor drawing him in.
He averted his gaze, attempting to mask his flustered state. "No...I am not"
Aarushi laughed, a sweet sound that filled the room, causing his heart to swell. "Your ears are turning red, my dear husband."
"No, they're not" he protested, a hint of indignation in his tone.
"Yes, they are" she countered, barely containing her laughter as she pressed a finger to his cheek.
"Okay, okay, no more," she said and went towards the mirror trying to control herself from teasing him.
She picked up a waist chain, the delicate jewelry glistening in the light."Allow me" Abhimanyu said stepped beside her.
"This is the one you gave me on my first rasoi." She said.
"I remember" he said, kneeling before her to help fasten it around her waist.
His fingers brushed against her curves, sending shivers down her spine. He pressed a soft kiss on her waist, and she small gasped, breath hitching at the unexpected intimacy.
Standing back up, he adjusted her saree pallu, his touch gentle. "Lipstick" she whispered. Abhimanyu smirked and said " Let me help"
Aarushi handed him the tube, watching him with curiosity . "Why are you smirking?"
"Just admiring my work," he replied, applying the lipstick slowly, savoring the moment. In his mind, he thought "Abhi laga deta hu baad Mai hatana bhi to mujhe hi hai"
( I'll put it on now because i am the one who will remove it later)
"Look, it's perfect," he announced, stepping back to admire his handiwork.
"It is,"she agreed, gazing into the mirror, her reflection a vision of grace.
Abhimanyu took a moment to appreciate her, his heart swelling with affection. He pulled her towards him"Do you know what I'm seeing?"
She raised her eyebrows, curiosity piqued as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I'm seeing the reflection of every beautiful thing in the universe, all captured in you" he confessed, his voice low and sincere.
Aarushi bit her inner cheek, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "You're good at flattery," she said, trying to suppress a smile.
"It comes naturally when I see you," he murmured, his eyes locked onto hers, the world around them fading into the background.
"Come on, we have to go. Everyone must be waiting," she urged, breaking the spell that had momentarily wrapped them in their own little world.
"Okay,"he replied, reluctantly stepping back before kissing her forehead. They moved toward the door, hand in hand.
After some time ~
The car glided smoothly along the tree-lined road, the soft hum of the engine mingling with the distant sound of a celebration waiting to unfold.
Abhimanyu sat in the backseat, his expression a mask of cool detachment. Next to him, Aarushi gazed out the window, lost in the blur of passing colors—green foliage, flashes of vibrant flowers, and the occasional glimpse of the sky.
"We’ll enter from the back door" Abhimanyu instructed on his phone, his voice firm but not unkind. "No media, no fuss"
After a few minutes, the car slowed. A bodyguard opened Abhimanyu's door, stepping back respectfully.
"Everything okay, Hukum" the bodyguard said.
Abhimanyu nodded, stepping out and went to aarushi side to open the door for her. She reached for his hand, grateful for the steady support as she stepped down onto the concrete.
As they approached the venue, the atmosphere shifted.The grand venue buzzed with an air of celebration, a testament to Rathore Enterprises' 50th anniversary and Abhimanyu's consecutive CEO of the Year wins.
This was an intimate gathering, reserved for family and trusted associates. As they entered, Aarushi instinctively tightened her grip on Abhimanyu's arm.
"Jaan,Stay close to me, alright? Don't go anywhere without telling me. If you feel uncomfortable at all, just call me. Don’t eat or drink anything from someone hands without checking with me first." There it was again, his protective lecture, the one she was all too familiar with.
"I’m not a baby, Abhi,"she retorted playfully, scrunching her nose. "I know these things."
"You are to me, my baby " he replied, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Just follow the rules, okay?"
"Fine,"she replied with a resigned nod, a smile escaping as they moved inside.
The décor of the venue was elegant, draped in soft white fabric and twinkling lights that cast a warm glow over the. As they entered, the host's voice rang out, announcing Abhimanyu's achievement.
The crowd erupted in applause,
"Congratulations on winning the award for the third time in a row" the host declared, and the applause grew louder, echoing in the grand hall. Abhimanyu basked in the moment, his confidence palpable.
As they mingled, a group of businessmen approached them, their expressions a mixture of admiration and respect.
"Ah, Abhimanyu,You’ve outdone yourself again" one man exclaimed, "And who is this young lady with you"
"This is my wife, Aarushi Abhimanyu Rathore" Abhimanyu introduced, his tone warm yet authoritative.
"Pleasure to meet you," she said with a bright smile, shaking hands as they exchanged pleasantries.
"Abhimanyu’s work ethic is legendary," another man chimed in. "You must be very proud."
"I am," Aarushi replied, a small smile on her lips "He’s worked so hard for this."
The conversation flowed, a stream of business jargon that quickly became a dull hum in Aarushi’s ears. They discussed market trends, investments, and strategies, her interest waning with each passing minute.
"Isn’t that right, Aarushi?" one man asked, turning to her expectantly.
She blinked, startled. "Um, yes, absolutely,"she responded, forcing herself to sound engaged.
But soon, the monotony of numbers and forecasts began to wear on her. She glanced at Abhimanyu, who caught her eye and offered a reassuring smile, but the boredom lingered.
Just then, Badi Maa approached. "There you are! Aarushi, come with me; someone wants to meet you."
Aarushi felt a rush of relief. "Sure," she said, releasing Abhimanyu’s arm.
"I’ll be around" he assured her, and she nodded as she followed Badi Maa through the crowd.
"Ladies," Badi Maa said as they approached a small group of women. "This is my daughter-in-law, Aarushi."
"Such a lovely girl" one woman remarked, her eyes sparkling. "You must be so lucky to have a beautiful daughter in law like her"
"Of course, I am "Badi Maa beamed. "She’s talented and hardworking, you know. She’s also a teacher"
Aarushi smiled, her heart warming at Badi Maa’s pride.
"Oh, wonderful! That must be so rewarding," the woman said. "I feel like that you are good at your job....Children need good teachers like you."
"Thank you," Aarushi said, appreciating the kind words as they moved deeper into conversation.
After what felt like an eternity of polite exchanges, Aarushi couldn’t help but wonder where everyone else was. "Where are the others?"she asked Badi Maa as the ladies left from there.
"They’re are in the garden" Badi Maa replied. "Your bade papa and chachi are also in the garden with some relatives."
Just as Aarushi was about to voice her desire to join them, three more women stepped forward, their smiles sharp and predatory.
"Aarushi, darling! How lovely to see you!" one said, her tone dripping with sweetness that felt anything but genuine.
"Hello...."Aarushi replied, forcing a smile as they surrounded her. Someone came and told something to badi ma.." Excuse me" she looked at Aarushi and said " your bade papa is calling me" Aarushi nodded at her as she left her from there.
"We attended your wedding, remember?" another woman asked. "You looked lovely, of course. All brides do."
Aarushi nodded, her stomach tightening.."Yes, it was beautiful."
It's been an hour, and ever since then, people keep coming and going, and she have been forced to laugh and listen to everything.
"Must be nice to be the center of attention, huh?"the first lady said with a smirk. "I mean, you are married to Abhimanyu, after all."
The others tittered,
"And this saree is good but I feel like it's lacking something" and Aarushi felt heat rise in her cheeks from embarrassment.
"Don’t take it seriously, dear," one of them added, waving a dismissive hand. "We’re just teasing"
"Of course," Aarushi managed, keeping her smile plastered on her face even as her stomach knotted further.
The conversation dragged on, punctuated by forced laughter and uncomfortable remarks. Aarushi felt trapped, her mind racing for a way to escape.
She glanced around, hoping to see anyone who can help her in escape from here, but they were nowhere in sight.
Then, she remembered her parents were in town too; they had been unable to attend the event, which only added to her feelings of isolation. The ladies continued their chitchat, oblivious to her growing discomfort.
"Do you want children soon?" one lady asked, leaning in conspiratorially.
"Uh, well…"Aarushi stammered, caught off guard.
"Oh, it’s a good time for that, wouldn’t you say? You’re young and lovely!"
Aarushi forced out a laugh, but inside, she was cringing. "I think we’re just enjoying our time together right now," she said, hoping to redirect the conversation.
"Enjoying? Or waiting to see if you can keep him?" another woman chimed in, a gleam in her eye.
Aarushi’s heart raced. "I—I think we’re doing just fine," she said, her voice steadier than she felt.
But the comments continued, each one like a pinprick to her confidence. She felt suffocated, desperate for an escape.
Just when she thought she might burst, she spotted Abhimanyu across the room, talking to two men. Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment but she quickly averted her gaze to focus on the lady talking to her.
Suddenly after a minute, she felt a hand on her back. She turned to see Abhimanyu standing beside her, his expression serious yet protective.
"Come, I want you to meet someone," he said, and she didn’t hesitate to follow him away from the group of ladies.
"It was nice talking to you,"Aarushi said, quickly turning away from the women, relief washing over her as Abhimanyu led her through the crowd.
"What happened? Why did you look so uncomfortable?"he asked, concern etched across his face.
"Oh, it was nothing," she replied, trying to downplay the situation. "I was just bored."
He raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Only Bored, sure?"
"I promise, it’s fine," she insisted, though she felt the tension still coiling in her stomach. "I just want to eat something."
"Let’s get you something to eat." he said his tone softening.
They moved toward the food section, where an array of dishes awaited. As they settled at a table, Aarushi felt her spirits lift. The buzz of the party faded into the background, replaced by the comforting rhythm of their own conversation.
Just then, Aaryan and Navya appeared, plopping down at their table with exaggerated sighs.
"Finally escaped"Aaryan exclaimed, wiping his brow dramatically.
"Mumma kept me talking to every relative. I swear, I don’t know what to say to them"
Navya rolled her eyes. "Tell me about it. I thought I’d drown in their questions about my future plans"
"Good luck with that,"Aarushi chuckled, reaching for a plate.
"I’m just here for the food," Aaryan said, eyeing the spread with glee. "This looks amazing"
"Should we taste everything" Navya suggested, already loading her plate.
As Aarushi took her first bite, she noticed rudra, joining them, looking pleased. She noticed the way Navya and Rudra passed a secret smile to eachother.
They began discussing the food, sharing opinions on what was good and what was just okay.
"This one is divine" Aarushi exclaimed, savoring the flavors on her palate.
"Agreed,"Aaryan said, nodding enthusiastically. "And this one is… well, it’s okay. But that one" he pointed, eyes wide, "is the bomb"
"Classic Aaryan,"Rudra laughed, leaning back in his chair. "Always the food critic"
Abhimanyu watched Aarushi, a soft smile on his lips as he noticed her animated expressions.
Abhimanyu scoffed, but his eyes danced with amusement. "Meri biwi meri marzi "
(She’s my wife; it’s my wish.)
"Such a loverboy," Rudra quipped, making Aarushi giggle.
"Shut up,"Abhimanyu replied, but the warmth in his voice betrayed him.
They continued to chat, the atmosphere light and filled with laughter. Aarushi felt the weight of the earlier discomfort lift, replaced with camaraderie and affection.
The quiet hum of the car had been a stark contrast to the storm raging within me.
Abhi, ever observant, stole glances, his eyes a silent question I couldn't bring myself to answer.
The passing landscape was a blur, a green and grey canvas against which my anxieties painted themselves. My fingers, restless and trembling, twisted in my lap, a physical manifestation of the turmoil inside.
We were heading to the villa, a place that held the promise of something deeply intimate, a first for us. The thought sent a wave of heat through me, a mix of anticipation and a nervous flutter in my stomach.
Are we really going to do this? The question echoed in my mind, a silent, trembling plea. I trusted him implicitly, knew he would never intentionally cause me pain.
Yet, the unknown stretched before me, a vast, uncharted territory that made my breath catch in my throat.
The car finally glided to a stop, the engine sighing into silence. Abhimanyu stepped out, the click of the door a sharp punctuation in the quiet.
I released a shaky breath, trying to regain control of my racing heart. He opened my door, his hand outstretched, a silent invitation. I took it, my fingers trembling against his warm skin.
The villa looked like a sanctuary, a haven of quiet elegance. The interior was warm and inviting, a blend of rustic charm and modern sophistication. "It's beautiful," I breathed, the words escaping before I could hold them back.
His arms wrapped around me from behind, a comforting embrace that chased away some of the lingering tension.
I leaned back against him, the warmth of his body a soothing balm against my nerves. "When did you buy this?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"Around five years ago," he replied, his voice a low rumble against my ear. "I used to live here three years ago, and sometimes came here when I felt I needed silence around me."
"Oh," I murmured, a simple sound that held a universe of unspoken emotions.
"Now," he continued, his voice laced with tenderness, "We can come here to spend some time alone, whenever you want." I didn't respond, my throat tight with unspoken words.
He sighed, gently turning me to face him. His eyes, dark and intense, searched mine, seeking the answers I couldn't voice.
He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. "Now tell me," he whispered, his voice a low, husky plea, "What is it? You don't want it? Uncomfortable? Baby there is no need,if you don't want it. You know that your words are my command. Tell me"
My gaze dropped, a blush creeping up my neck. I was ready, I knew I was. It was just… the vulnerability, the sheer intimacy of it all, that made my heart race. "It's not that," I murmured, my voice barely audible.
A soft smile touched his lips, a gentle curve that eased some of the tension in my shoulders. He cupped my chin, lifting my face so I had to look at him.
"Jaan, look into my eyes and tell me."
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my trembling voice. "It's not like that. I am just… just nervous."
He kissed me then, softly, gently, a kiss that was meant to reassure, to soothe the anxieties that swirled within me.
I kissed him back, letting the warmth of his lips chase away the last vestiges of my fear. It was a kiss that calmed me, made me feel safe, cherished.
He pulled away, his thumbs caressing my cheeks, his eyes searching mine. "You trust me?" he asked, his voice a low, husky whisper.
I nodded, the answer coming without hesitation, without a flicker of doubt. "Yes," I breathed, the word a soft affirmation.
"So, let your husband worship you in his ways, Make it memorable for you. I promise I will be gentle as much as I can. Don't be nervous ,Okay calm down for me"
"Okay," I whispered, my voice barely a breath, a soft surrender.
Then, he pulled me close, his chest pressing against mine, the sudden closeness sending a jolt of heat through me.His fingers caressing my bare waist.
I gasped, my breath catching in my throat. His gaze dropped to my chest, his eyes darkening with desire.
He licked his lower lip, a slow, deliberate movement that sent shivers down my spine. "You know," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, "I've been hard all evening for you."
My breath hitched, a wave of heat washing over me, a blush spreading across my cheeks. I could feel the hardness of him against my core, a tangible reminder of the intimacy that lay ahead.
The nervousness was still there, a faint tremor in my heart, but it was overshadowed by a burning anticipation, a longing that mirrored his own, a desire that was quickly becoming a consuming fire.
I was ready, even if a small, fragile part of me was still scared.
My heart was pounding in my chest as Abhimanyu's lips pressed against mine. His kiss was intense, demanding, and I couldn't help but respond with equal fervor. Our tongues tangled, exploring each other's mouths with a passion that ignited a fire within me.
"Mmm..." I moaned softly, my hands finding their way to his broad shoulders, needing something to hold onto as he holds me tightly, our bodies fitting together perfectly.
With a playful growl, Abhimanyu picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, and he carried me upstairs. The feel of his strong arms around me and the warmth of his body against mine sent shivers down my spine. I could barely catch my breath as we made our way to the bedroom.
Once upstairs, He gently placed me on the table, and my eyes met his. There was a glint of desire and dominance in his gaze that sent a thrill through me.
Slowly, he began to remove my saree, revealing my undergarments. His fingers trailed along my skin, sending tingles all over.
"Such a piece of art," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "How could I resist such a beautiful creation"
I feel exposed, yet his gaze is so intense, so admiring, that I can't help but feel desired and empowered.
His fingers trail down my arm, sending shivers down my spine.
"Remove my shirt," he commands, his voice low and commanding.
My hands tremble as I reach for the buttons, my fingers brushing against his warm skin. I feel his muscles tense beneath my touch, and a rush of heat spreads through me.
As I reveal his broad chest, defined by rippling abs, my breath catches. His chest rises and falls, a powerful sight that ignites a fire within me.
Abhimanyu takes my hand, placing it on his chest, and I feel the steady beat of his heart, a rhythm that matches my own accelerating pulse.
He leans inpounding rapidly. "Feel that?" he asks, his voice filled with a mixture of desire and possessiveness. "It beats for you, jaan. Only for you."
I close my eyes, savoring the sensation of his heartbeat against my palm, feeling a connection so deep it takes my breath away.
He leans in, his breath warm on my neck, and I shiver as he plants soft kisses along my collarbone. Then, with a gentle bite, he marks me, leaving a love bite that sends a jolt of pleasure through my body.
I grasp his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, as the sensation of his touch and taste washes over me.
Without breaking our connection, Abhimanyu reaches behind me, unfastening my bra. His fingers trail down my spine, sending shivers down my body, as he slowly removes it, leaving me in just my panties.
His eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in, his lips finding my chest.
"Ahh..." I moaned, my breath coming in short gasps. His touch is so tender, so loving, that I surrender to his embrace.
He teases my nipples with his tongue, causing me to arch my back and moan softly
He takes one into his mouth, sucking gently, and I can't help but whimper, my eyes closing as pleasure washes over me in waves.
His hands cup my breasts, molding them to his touch. He cursed under his breath "Fuck, You are driving me crazy...." and bit my nipple gently and I feel a deep satisfaction.
Abhimanyu's hands move down my body, his fingers pressing against my core through the fabric of my underwear. I moan his name, "Abhi," as his touch sends a jolt of desire through me.
He smirks, his eyes sparkling with desire, and says, "You're so wet for me, baby."
His fingers tease my core through my underwear, and I moan, my body responding to his touch. He removes my panty, slowly, reveling in the sight of my exposed skin.
"Ahh," I breathe as his thumb presses against my core, a delicate touch that sends shockwaves through me.
Abhimanyu's fingers trail up and down my core, teasing and tantalizing, as he slowly enters me with one finger "So hot, so wet"
I gasp, my eyes widening as he stretches me, and he begins to explore my inner depths, figuring out my every curve and crevice.
His kisses become more intense, his tongue probing my mouth, making me moan, the sound dying in my throat.
He picks me up once more, cradling me in his arms, and lays me down on the bed. I feel his weight on top of me, his body pressing against mine, and I can't help but run my hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles beneath his skin.
He kisses me deeply, his tongue dancing with mine, as his hands roam freely, exploring every inch of my body.
Starting from my feet, he leaves a trail of kisses down on my ankle, then upper near my knees, to my inner thigh, and finally, to my core.
I moan softly, "Ahhh," as he presses a kiss there, his tongue flicking against my sensitive flesh. He begins to tongue-fuck me, his tongue darting in and out, circling and teasing, driving me wild "You are made to be touched like this ,to be pleasured like this by me only me"
I can't help but breathe heavily, my body responding to his every touch and taste and his talks.
After what feels like an eternity, I finally reach my climax, my body convulsing in pleasure.
Abhimanyu drinks me in, his tongue lapping up my juices, and then he moves up to my face, his eyes intense as he asks, "Do you know how you taste, baby?" I shake my head, still breathing heavily, and he kisses me deeply, his lips claiming me.
"So sweet," he whispers against my lips. "And so fucking mine." His possessiveness sends a shiver down my spine, and I feel a rush of excitement.
"Are you sure you want this?"
I nodded, a little nervousness creeping in. "But it will hurt, won't it?"
"It will, but the pain will fade, I promise," he assured me, his voice gentle yet firm.
nipples.
He stood up and removes his pants and boxers, I can't help but stare at his bulge, my eyes widening in surprise. Will it fit there? I questioned in my mind.
He chuckles, a low, deep sound, and says, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." I gulp, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, he retrieved a condom from the bedside table.
He sheathed himself and came back to me, hovering over my body. His kisses were slow and sensual, his fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to my nipples, causing me to whimper softly.
"Suck," he commands, his thumb pressing against my lips. I open my mouth, obedient to his dominant tone, and suck on his thumb. "Tell me how much you want it," he growls, and I suck harder, my desire for him growing with each moment.
He bites my collarbone , leaving a mark, and I yelp, a mixture of pain and pleasure. He removes his thumb, and his lips find mine again, a soft, gentle kiss that calms my racing heart.
His eyes bore into mine, and he presses his bulge against my core entrance.I whimpered softly, and he murmured soothing words, telling me to relax.
"Keep your body relaxed, don't hold back," he instructed, his voice a soothing balm.He stated entering inside me. I took deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart.
He pushed his way inside me, inch by inch, his eyes never leaving mine. "Ahhh!" I cried out, my body adjusting to his size.
"Shh, it's okay, baby. I won't hurt you," he assured me, his eyes filled with concern. I nodded, tears pricking at my eyes. Abhimanyu kissed my eyes, his touch gentle and loving.
"It's paining, Abhi," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I know, but it will fade soon. Just bear with me a little longer," he said.
He groaned, holding himself back, trying to be as gentle as possible. I could see the effort it took for him to control his desire.
I take a deep breath, trying to relax my body, and he kisses me again, his tongue exploring my mouth.After a few minutes, I arched my back, my body ready for more.
"Please move," I breathe, and he nods, understanding my need.
Abhimanyu begins to move, slowly at first, finding a rhythm that soothes my body. I moan softly, "Abhi, more...," and he obliges, thrusting into me with force, his body pressing against mine.
"So tight" he groans thrusting into me.
I could feel him filling me completely."Feel my every inch inside you, feel how much I want you"
"Ahh..." I moaned, my hands finding their way to his back, digging into his muscles.
"Abhi.. faster....," I pleaded, my breath coming in short gasps.
"As you wish," he said, his voice hoarse. And with that, he started thrusting into me with force, his movements becoming more urgent.
My moans grew louder as I approached my climax. Abhimanyu's movements became more intense, his body glistening with sweat.
"Urg...Abhi..." I whispered, my voice filled with need.
"Just hold on, baby. Almost there," he panted, his eyes dark with desire.He thrusts into me with urgency, his movements wild and untamed.
My moans grow wild, matching the intensity of his own desire. He gives a few powerful thrusts, and my head pressed back in the pillow and we come apart "Ahhhh...." our moans mingling in the air.
Abhimanyu holds me close, his heart beating against mine. I feel a sense of safety in his arms.
My breath hitched, ragged and uneven, as I tried to regain control. The world swam in and out of focus, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through me.
He shifted beside me, the weight of his body lifting, and I felt a pang of something akin to loss.
Then, a soft pressure on my forehead, a gentle kiss that made my eyelids flutter closed. "You did so good,jaan. Did you enjoy it?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me.
I opened my eyes and nodded slowly, meeting his gaze, and a blush crept up my neck. The intensity in his eyes, the raw possessiveness, made my heart pound anew.
He moved slightly, the rustle of the sheets a stark contrast to the silence that had fallen between us. I watched him, my gaze tracing the lines of his body, still slick with sweat.
He discarded the spent condom, his movements efficient, almost clinical. Then, he reached for another packet.
My eyes widened, and my lips parted in surprise. Another one? The question hung unspoken in the air.
A mix of emotions swirled within me – a flicker of apprehension, a surge of desire, and a strange sense of surrender. He looked at me, his eyes dark and unreadable, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.