Ruhi:
Ekansh placed me on his bed and pulled out his T-shirt. My eyes wandered to his chest. Feeling his skin with mine generated multiple butterfly sensations in my belly. My pallu was hanging down, and my belly was exposed to the air. He hovered above me and placed his hands on either side of my chest. Ekansh kissed my lips, slightly lowering his chest and clamping it against mine.
I moaned and moved my lips in sync with his. I wanted to touch his skin but I didn't dare to.
We kissed until we were out of breath. "Jaan, ap itni miti kyun ho."
(Love, why are you so sweet.)
I blushed, pressing my lips. My happiness was overwhelming my emotions. "Can we take a break for a few minutes?" I requested.
"Ok, " he muttered, pecking my lips. Instead of sleeping beside me, he rested his head on my bare stomach. Now, I felt the continuous generation of tingling sensations in my core. The continuous contact of his cheek skin with my stomach skin made me uneasy.
But I felt it adorable too. And slightly I started to cherish the back of his head. Intermittently he pecked on my navel and changed his face positions.
"Ruhi, what are you thinking?"
I wasn't thinking but feeling his touch. "Nothing."
"But I am thinking of having rasgullas," he spoke, out of the blue. Resting his chin upon my belly, he probed, "Ruhi Ap ko rasgulla pasand hai kya?"
(You like Rasgullas, too!)
"Haan!'
"Hume bhi. Aur aj wo khane ka bhut Maan bhi ho raha hai."
(And today. I feel like eating them.)
"Acha. Itni raat ko Kahan milege wo abhi?"
"Ok. But where will it be available now, it's midnight already," I acknowledge, pursing my lips.
"Wo toh. Apke pass hai."
(Actually. You have them.)
I furrowed my brows, "Humare pass?" He nodded. "Kahan?" (Near me? Where?)
He crawled up, "Yahan!" He acknowledged, pointing at my breasts. My cheeks burned with shyness.
"Wo rasgulla nahi hai."
"They aren't Rasgullas," I mumbled.
"Humare liye wo rasgulla hi hai. Safed aur mulayam."
"To me, they are my Rasgullas only, white and soft," he said shamelessly. Ways of chills passed through my spine. "I saw them that night when I helped you to change. And even that night when I jumped in your balcony." I stared in shock at him. "Khaye kya hum?" (Can I have them?) He asked, sweetly. I shook my head, rejecting it. Yet he beseeched with innocent eyes and voice, "Zyada nahi dhire se hi khayenge." (I will devour them softly) A shaky breath escaped from my mouth.
"Ok." He drew his hand on my back and undid the strings of my blouse, one after the other, staring constantly into my eyes. He looked slumbery. Slowly he pulled the shoulder bands of my blouse and got rid of it. He stared with excitement at my breasts, covered with a red lace bra, and wet his lips. "That night they glowed magnificently in white under the moonlight." He still remembers it. Next, He took the lead to unhook my bra and even got rid of it. Instantly his eyes lightened and sparkled.
I covered them with my palms. He grabbed my wrists and pushed them away.
"They are more beautiful than my imagination." I smiled, blushing at his words.
Then he gazed at me and lowered his gaze. Wetting his lips once again he took my right nipple in his mouth. I gasped and closed my eyes. His other hand found the nipple of my left breast. He pinched it. I arched my back and curled my toes. "Ekansh!" I moaned, going crazy.
"Hmm..." he moaned with pleasure, sucking on my nipples. He even placed multiple kisses around my breasts. He even nuzzled it with his nose tip.
He continued licking, sucking and biting me. I felt different things in my heart.
Which I couldn't handle anymore, so I protested, "Ekansh, abhi bas kariye na..." (Please, stop it, Ekansh)
He shook his head, still holding my nipple between his teeth.
"But I want to sleep," I explained.
He pulled away only to cover us with the comforter. "You sleep, I will sleep when I feel tired," he addressed and covered his head and my breasts with the comforter.
How can he expect me to sleep while he is working on the most sensitive part of my body?
Simultaneously he moaned in the middle as if he was not a 26-year-old doctor but a 3-month-old baby. Which were worsening my hormones. I fisted my hands, writhing under him slightly.
"Ekansh!" I pleaded.
He ignored me.
"Please!" He pulled the comforter off of him and appeared in front of my face. Our chests clamped tightly against each other.
I stared vulnerably at him. "Please. Stop it already."
In response, he placed his lips on mine and kissed me without any softness. He showed a type of hunger in his kiss, which I couldn't determine. I placed my hands on his shoulders and squeezed them when he bit my lips without any mercy.
The icing on the cake, he squeezed my breasts in his palms hard. I gasped in his mouth. He continued kissing me and squeezing my breasts and I didn't realise how my hands began to roam on his back and pressed my breasts against his, demanding more.
He stopped kissing and I opened my eyes slightly, huffing recklessly, searching for oxygen.
He resumed licking my breasts again, this time his eyes kept me tugged. All I assumed was for him to do it with intentions. I felt weak and powerless. I had no other choice but to let him do it with my hands cupping his cheeks.
However, I found myself waking up the next morning with Ekansh sleeping peacefully between my breasts.
I cherished his hair, he opened his eyes. Firstly he glanced at my breasts and kissed them, then he stared at my face and said, "Kitna khubsurat hai na yeh nazara." (This view is so beautiful?)I blushed recalling our steamy and passionate kiss from last night. "Can I have my rasgullas every night?"
I took a minute to decide. If I let him, I can't concentrate even 1 % in his class all I will do is think about him and me.
"No. Only weekends." I replied
"Oh... Then I have to find someone on weekdays." I dunno what got in me to slap him hard on his cheek.
"Ruhi!" I stared shell-shocked at him. I pushed him away and covered my chest with my saree's pallu.
"I was joking, Ruhi." I climbed down and made my way to the bathroom. He caught my wrist. I whirled around and hit his chest.
"Hum humari zindagi Dene se nahi sochenge Ekansh lekin jab Aapko batne ki bath ayi toh talwar uta denge." I roared in anger. (I will not give a second thought before sacrificing my life for you, but when it comes to sharing you, I will raise my sword, Ekansh.) He stared surprised at me. I calmed my anger. "I don't want to share you with anyone. If you still have her in your heart, I will back off. The pain of leaving you is far better than the pain of you cheating on me."
"I didn't mean it. Ruhi. I was only joking with you."
I lowered my head, controlling my anger. Well, this is the first time, I expressed my anger in front of him. "Kuch mazak ache nahi lagte Hume, Ekansh." I gulped and eventually expressed my fear, "You are leading our wedding too far, but I dunno if she is still in your heart or not. If yes, then I... Have to protect my heart by backing off."
(I don't like a few jokes, Ekansh!")
"You will not back off, Ruhi. You are my wife. And I mean it. You were right that night, we were so involved in our happiness that we stopped considering our elders' happiness. Our relationship has strengthened the bond between the two families. And I don't want to go selfish and destroy it..."
I felt happy that his thoughts had changed but I expected him to say that he was in love with me.
I smiled at him. "now go and get ready, we will go to the fields before leaving."
"Really?" I pried with enthusiasm.
"Yes. Last time you were too excited to visit it. Now we both will go and visit. But I don't have much knowledge about it."
I tapped on his shoulders, "Don't worry, I will take you. And we will go on the bike." I announced pulling away and making my way inside the bathroom.
"But I don't ride a bike, Ruhi."
I stopped and peeked at him over my shoulders, "don't worry about that. You only arrange a bike for us."
Ekansh:
I can see everything but I can't see tears in her eyes. How soon she became my weakness, I hadn't realised. But I feel like loving her more than she deserves. And I even got so much addicted to her.
She stepped out of the room in a bathrobe and walked inside the walk-in closet. I went inside to take a bath but soon I was in a cold shower recalling the last night's moments.
After showering, I thought my thoughts wouldn't go wild but when I was Ruhi in a strapless jumpsuit I lost my mind.
"Ruhi, you will not wear that," I commanded.
"Why?" She argued, brushing her hair and tying them in a high ponytail.
"Because it's revealing..." I informed.
She glanced at her front and back in front of the mirror. "I don't think so..." she trailed off, with confusion.
I walked to her and pointed at her shoulders. "This. I don't want other men to see what is mine."
I narrowed her eyes. "I am not gonna change!" She argued and crossed her arms below her chest.
"You will..." I argued back.
"Ekansh. Stop being narrow-minded." She shook her head disgustingly, took a lipstick and applied it on her lips.
"Ruhi, we will not step out of this room, if you want to wear it..." I declared.
"Fine." She shrugged her shoulders and walked to the door. "In that case, I will go alone."
"What? Ruhi!" I called with anger but she slammed the door after stepping out.
"Ruhi!" I strolled to the door but found it to be locked.
Did she lock me?
"Ruhi ki bachi! I am not gonna spare your life!" I hit on the door again and again.
After a few minutes, someone pulled open the door for me and said, "Ruhi Parjai is waiting for you."
"Where is she?"
"In the garage!" He responded and walked away. I took my mobile from the desk and walked out.
While I made my way to the living room I was huffing in anger. When my steps neared the garage, I saw a part of her and my family members.
"Look Ekansh is here?" I heard Iklav jiju 's voice.
"Where is Ruhi?"
"Oh, there!" When my eyes fell on her I was more than just amazed.
She smirked at me and asked with mock in her tone, "Chale kya, Ekansh ji?" (Shall we leave, Ekansh.)
Ruhi Razdan sat on a Royal Enfield, her hands holding the handle. She even wore a blue denim jacket and a pair of black sunglasses.
Holy fuck! She looked fucking amazing.
"Can she ride a bike too?"
"Seems like there is a lot you don't know about our Ruhi, Ekansh," her sister, Akriti di teased. "Ruhi kuch toh apne bare mei batha do apne Miya sahab ko."
She hit the engine and gave a clutch. The engine came to life and roared. "Wo yehi ghamand mei hai ki wo humare senior doctor hai aur hum sirf ek junior." (He is in ego that I am his junior and he is my senior.)
"Bhabhi can you teach me bike riding too?" Ekta requested.
Now I am feeling quite embarrassed that my wife is multi-talented and I am nothing like her.
Ruhi glanced at me and gestured at her back. I silently sat behind her. Everyone waved bye and teased me to hold her tight.
After we were out of everyone's eyes she teased me, "It's ok if you hold on me, Ekansh!"
"No thanks!" I spoke arrogantly.
"You sure?" She asked.
"Yes!" I yelled back at her.
"As you wish!" Suddenly she started to tilt the back right and left. Her stunt for the second time in my life brought my heart in my mouth.
"Ruhi!" All I could hear was her giggles.
Is kudi ko toh sabak sikhana hi hoga.
Soon her giggles died in her throat when my hand found their perfect spot on her body. And that's her boobs.