26
The morning after, Shreyash's shyness returned with a violent, crippling vengeance.
Having himself completely stripped away and being thoroughly ruined by his wife had apparently overloaded his system. He spent the entire morning operating like a man actively evading a predator.
If Adhira walked into the kitchen to help Savitawith the tea, Shreyash suddenly remembered a highly urgent news segment he needed to watch in the living room.
When she sat down at the breakfast table, he kept his eyes violently glued to his plate, chewing his poha with robotic speed.
Every time she deliberately let her silver anklets jingle near his chair, a fresh wave of terrifying, explosive scarlet would erupt across the back of his neck.
Adhira found it deeply, intensely amusing. Until about 2:00 PM. Then, it just became annoying.
Lunch had just wrapped up. The house was a lazy, bustling hub of post-meal lethargy. Two of Shreyash's aunts were sitting in the courtyard, loudly discussing wedding jewelry, while Rohan and Ayan were arguing about cricket in the living room.
Adhira was walking down the hallway toward their bedroom when she spotted her target.
Shreyash was walking in the opposite direction, holding a file folder, his eyes firmly trained on the floorboards. He was wearing a soft beige button-down, looking completely put-together and desperately trying to avoid her airspace.
As he tried to subtly sidestep her to pass, Adhira struck.
She didn't say a word. She just reached out, grabbed a fistful of his crisp collar, and yanked him sideways.
Shreyash let out a startled, breathless squeak.
His long legs tangled as she dragged him effortlessly backward through their bedroom doorway.
Before his panicked brain could even process the ambush, Adhira slammed the heavy wooden door shut, instantly reaching behind him to slide the brass lock into place with a sharp, definitive click.
"Adhira!" Shreyash whisper-yelled, his eyes widening in sheer, unadulterated panic. He dropped his folder onto the floor.
She didn't let him retreat. She planted both hands flat on his chest and shoved him hard.
Shreyash stumbled a half-step backward until his broad shoulders hit the solid wood of the closed door with a muted thud.
She stepped directly into his space, pressing her body flush against his, completely pinning him to the woodwork.
"You have been running from me all morning," Adhira stated, crossing her arms over her chest. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the dark, wicked intent practically radiating off her.
"I have not!" Shreyash lied instantly, his face already flushing a deep, guilty crimson. His hands hovered awkwardly in the air. "I had work to review, and... and Rohan needed help with his laptop."
"You practically sprinted out of the kitchen when I asked you to pass the sugar," she scoffed, leaning in until her nose was practically touching his. "If you think you can let me ride you to pieces all night and then avoid me like a terrified virgin all day, you are severely mistaken."
"Adhira, please," he whimpered. The muffled sound of his aunt laughing floated through the very door he was pressed against, making him flinch violently. "It's broad daylight. The whole family is awake. They are right outside!"
"Exactly," Adhira murmured, her voice dropping to a low, silken purr. "Which means if you're going to act like a shy, evasive little boy, I am going to have to punish you right here. And you are going to have to be completely, absolutely silent."
Before Shreyash could even process the threat, Adhira dropped to her knees.
Shreyash stopped breathing entirely.
"Adhira, no, wait..." he choked out, his hands hovering frantically over her head, completely paralyzed by the sheer audacity of her actions.
She ignored him completely. Her nimble fingers found his belt buckle. She unzipped his trousers with a slow, agonizing drag that made Shreyash's hips involuntarily jerk forward against her touch.
She pushed the fabric down, freeing him. He was already semi-aroused just from the psychological terror of being trapped by her, but the second her soft, warm hands wrapped around his length, he surged to a fully rigid, agonizing ache.
Adhira looked up at him. His face was a mask of absolute, fiery mortification. He was biting his lower lip so hard it was turning white, his dark eyes blown wide with a mixture of terror and blinding desire, his back pressed completely flat against the door.
Maintaining that searing eye contact, she leaned forward and took him completely into her mouth.
A gasp tore through Shreyash's mouth and his hovering hands dropped. He didn't grab her hair, instead, his palms slammed flat against the wooden panels of the door behind his hips, his long fingers digging fiercely into the carved grooves as if holding on for dear life.
Adhira was merciless. She used a wet, deep, and utterly devastating suction that completely short-circuited his brain.
The contrast of the bright afternoon sunlight illuminating her face as she devoured him, combined with the terrifying vulnerability of standing upright against the door, pushed Shreyash straight to the edge.
"Did you see the gold bangles she was wearing?" his aunt's voice drifted clearly through the wood, the sound vibrating right against the back of Shreyash's head.
Shreyash squeezed his eyes shut in pure agony. A raw, guttural groan started to build in the back of his throat. Desperate to keep quiet, he ripped his right hand away from the door and slapped it violently over his own mouth, biting down hard on the fleshy part of his palm to stifle the sound.
Adhira felt the violent shudder rip through his massive frame. She smiled around him, stepping up the pace. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive ridge, bobbing her head with a messy, rhythmic enthusiasm that sent blinding shocks of electricity straight up his spine.
His broad chest heaved frantically under his button-down shirt. Her husband was entirely at her mercy, pinned between the hard wood of the door and the soft, agonizing heat of her mouth. His hips began to thrust forward, a jerky, involuntary response, chasing her heat.
Every time she swallowed him deep, a stifled, broken whimper leaked through his fingers. His knees were practically buckling, entirely dependent on the door to keep him standing.
She could taste his approaching climax. Refusing to let him off easy, she tightened her lips, creating a devastating vacuum on her final slide.
That was it. Shreyash completely shattered.
His hips snapped forward. He bit down so hard on his hand that it left teeth marks, his head tipping back to thunk softly against the door as a silent, explosive cry wrecked his throat.
He spilled into her mouth with violent, full-body tremors, his left hand completely strangling the brass doorknob as he surrendered everything to her, perfectly silent and completely undone.
Adhira swallowed perfectly, taking every last drop of his surrender.
Slowly, she pulled back, wiping a stray bead of moisture from her bottom lip with her thumb. She stayed on her knees, looking up at the completely destroyed man leaning heavily against the door frame.
Shreyash was a beautiful, ruined mess. His chest was heaving wildly, his hair completely disheveled. His hand slowly slipped away from his mouth, revealing a swollen, kiss-bitten lower lip. He stared blindly at the ceiling, his knees trembling so much that they were practically knocking together.
Adhira rested her chin lightly against his thigh, looking up at him through her dark, thick lashes with a deeply smug, utterly satisfied smile.
"Tell me, Senior..." she whispered, pausing deliberately. Her eyes gleamed with wicked amusement as she corrected herself. "Ah, no... Husband. Were you satisfied with your wife's service?"
Shreyash let out a ragged, defeated exhale. He slowly lowered his gaze to meet hers, his dark eyes swirling with a heavy, utterly conquered adoration. His trembling hand reached down, gently burying his fingers into her dark hair.
"Yes," he rasped, his voice completely wrecked and dangerously low.
"Good," she murmured, standing up gracefully and smoothing down her suit. She stepped right into his personal space, her lips brushing his ear. "If you ever run away from me in my own house again..."
She reached past him, her hand brushing past his hip as she twisted the brass lock.
With a sharp click, she opened the door and strolled out into the hallway, leaving Shreyash stranded against the wood, desperately trying to remember how to breathe as the words she left unsaid lingered in the air.