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"Ishq krna asan thodi hai
jigra Chahiye khud ko tabah
karne ke liye"
I ran behind him, panting heavily as I reached the sofa where he stood, equally out of breath.
"Aarav bhai, stop," I warned him between gasps, standing near the sofa, him towering above the sofa.
"C'mon, ishuu, stop running. You won't be able to catch me," he boasted, a smirk playing on his lips.
Challenging me? Oh, it's on.
"You promised me you'd give me that photo," I said, a hint of annoyance in my voice, lips forming a pout.
He had struck a deal with me to hand over Avyaan's childhood picture, the one where he was covered in mud, topped with a crow's unexpected gift on his head.
Now, I was eager to see that photo, ready to use it for a little friendly blackmail. ð
"Aree, Avyaan bhai, you're here," he said casually as he strolled down from the sofa towards the door.
I turned, feeling a sudden nervous flutter in my stomach.
Hayee main to marjaawan!!
He entered with two buttons of his shirt undone, the fabric clinging to his body, accentuating his muscles and abs. His wavy hair tousled, his handsome face with that sharp jawline completing the picture.
I couldn't help but gulp hard, a mix of curiosity and something more stirring within me.
(Ye lo ek nazara ishu ko mat batana)
Authorrrrrr
Oops sorry. Fgh
It was almost 10 at night, just 10 minutes ago, my duties as the eldest daughter-in-law of the house had finally ended. I had been overseeing all the arrangements for the upcoming ceremonies. Aarav bhai had been a great help with the preparations.
And now, I've been relentlessly chasing him for that picture. Everyone has already retired to bed as tomorrow is the engagement, and there's still a lot of work pending. The pressure and excitement for the upcoming event are keeping me on my toes, adding to the already bustling atmosphere in the house.
Avyaan left for the office in the afternoon as just the function ended.
"Bro, do you know your wife was asking for your picture," he said as if I have gone to him personally and requested for it.
I stared at him in disbelief. "Which picture?" He asked, glaring at me straightly looking into my eyes.
Like main dar jaungi, huh!
"That mud, crow," Aarav began, then suddenly stopped, as avyaan glared at him, his expression changing. "Bro, I didn't give it to her. She insisted a lot, but I didn't break our brocode, I swear," he rushed to explain.
My eyes widened even more. "Jhuttaa, How much lies, bro-" I started, but Aarav interrupted.
"Avyaan, I really didn't break our brocode," he insisted, sensing my disbelief.
"In 3 seconds, you better leave my house, or your hands will be broken for sure," he warned in a serious tone, and in a flash, Aarav ran outside.
"I didn't ask for any picture; he gave it hims-" I tried to clarify, but he cut me off, "One day, he might ask you to jump in a well. Will you do that too?" he questioned, taking steps closer, and I involuntarily stepped back.
"Saath mein chaloge to wo bhi sahi" I replied with an innocent face I'm actually innocent, only to see his eyes darken further with each step.
Wait, his ears and neck turned red. Did he just blush? Yes, he did.
Thank god my husband blushes tho.
"You danced with him, and the problem is you didn't even think about the consequences," I found myself pressed against the pillar beside the stairs, his intense gaze locking with mine, as if daring me to make a move.
"I'm not scared of you, okay," I retorted, trying to sound confident, but inside, my stomach was a whirlwind of nerves.
"You don't scare me," he said, leaning in closer, his presence enveloping me, the dim light from the few remaining lamps casting shadows around us.
I shook my head, denying his effect on me. "Then why is your heartbeat racing?" he whispered, his breath mingling with mine, knowing exactly how to push my buttons and make me flustered.
Pr main bhi ishuu hu ruko tum.
"Because you're kinda cute," I teased, pinching his cheeks lightly, causing a rare blush to spread across Avyaan Singh Rathore's face once again, his ears and neck turning a shade of crimson.
Okay, okay, give me the award later.
Before I could realize, I was airborne, he scooped me up, one hand beneath my knee and the other on my back, carrying me effortlessly up the stairs.
"Aee what are you doing? Put me down," I protested, but he continued ascending the stairs.
"Let me showcase my cuteness biwi" he said in his deep voice, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
I swallowed nervously.
Memories of last night's intimacy flooded my mind, the peaceful moments we shared, wrapped in each other's arms.
However, today seemed different; his expression hinted at mischief, sending shivers down my spine.
"I-I have work in the kitchen, please let me go," I whimpered in his embrace, but fell silent as his stern gaze met mine.
"Another word, and you won't be able to do any work. I'll ensure that," he warned, his determination evident as he continued his ascent.
Is he thinking of breaking my legs or something?!
Mummmyyy.
"You're so bad" I muttered, fidgeting with his shirt button.
"I know," he replied, opening the door with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Entering inside he straight away throwed me on the bed, as it was unexpected so something left my mouth which made his eyes widened "Ahh pagal aadmi"
I felt a lump in my throat, realizing the words that had slipped out, but he remained silent and headed straight for the wardrobe.
Observing his confident stride, I propped myself up on my elbows, thinking, "Is he just going to toss me onto the bed?" I whispered to myself.
After waiting for a few moments with no sign of his return, I rose and made my way to the wardrobe.
To my surprise, he was rummaging through my drawer, holding my dupatta in his hands. What was he up to?
"Do you like wearing duppata's?" I inquired innocently, very much innocently.
He turned sharply, fixing me with a stern gaze.
what did I do now? Can't I ask a simple question?
As he advanced towards me, I stuttered, "I w-as just ask-ing out of c-uriosity, nothin-g m-ore," stepping back nervously.
"Let me satisfy your curiosity then," he said, closing the distance with each step, a mysterious object brushing against my legs, causing me to gasp as I fell onto the plush sofa mattress.
He leaned in close, his face mere inches from mine, his knee resting beside my thigh, causing me to gulp nervously as his proximity overwhelmed me. Before I could utter a word, I felt his hand slowly tracing towards mine.
With a firm grip, he clasped my wrists and placed them above my head, mirroring the action with my other hand, all the while maintaining an intense gaze locked with mine.
Securing both my hands in one of his palms, he held them firmly, sending a rush of sensations through me, my stomach fluttering with a mix of nerves and excitement.
"W-what's your intention?" I stammered, the butterflies in my stomach dancing with fervor.
"Nothing just marking you as mine, ensuring no one dares to touch you, nor will you entertain such thoughts. If you ever do, remember this night," he murmured in a dangerous yet seductive tone, his breath tickling my ear as his lips grazed my earlobe, causing me to swallow hard.
A soft hiss escaped my lips as he gently nipped at my earlobe skin, his voice low and commanding, "Words, biwi," he whispered, sending a shiver down my spine.
Yaha Saans atki hui hai or inko words chahiye!!
I stuttered out a hesitant "Y-yes," my mind racing to recall what I had agreed to in that moment of vulnerability.
His wet kisses trailed from my neck down to my chest, causing me to close my eyes tightly, lost in a whirlwind of sensations as he nibbled and sucked on my skin, his hand inching towards my shoulder, where he held the pin.
"May I?" he inquired, his voice muffled against my skin as he continued his fervent attention, eliciting a soft hum of consent from me.
With a sudden tug, the pin was removed, and another piece of my clothing lay in ruins at his hands, leaving me with only a blouse covering my upper body, his lips relentless in their exploration, drawing out a thin line of restraint on my lips to stifle any sounds.
Ek saree kharab ki na ab aur 50 lungi bank account khali na krwadiya to mera naam bhi ishu nayi.
As his lips trailed lower, reaching my stomach and delivering a sharp bite that caused an involuntary "ahhh" to escape my lips, a loud moan betraying the building intensity of the moment.
Feeling a loss of control, I winced, my hands restrained, craving support and release from the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.
"Av-yaan," I moaned, seeking his attention, to which he responded with a whispered "Yeah baby," his warm breath caressing my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "Pl-ease," I pleaded, my voice filled with desire and urgency.
"What do you want, baby?" he teased, capturing my skin between his teeth, eliciting another sharp intake of breath, "ahh."
"Leave my hand, please," I managed to utter amidst the growing intensity, each word mingled with a moan, my plea hanging in the air as I yearned for a moment of respite.
"Not possible," he declared, his gaze piercing into my eyes, his hand releasing my wrist momentarily only to secure it tightly with my dupatta, leaving me wide-eyed, wondering about his intentions for the day.
I was certain he wouldn't cross certain boundaries, as he said to refrain until I begged, a notion I was determined never to succumb to in this lifetime. Begging was simply not in my nature.
Begging and me nah, never!!
A mischievous smirk played on his lips as he focused on my startled expression, his attention shifting to my chest, his hand delicately tracing the curves of my waist, sending shivers across my skin with his cold touch.
His other hand explored my back, toying with the strings of my blouse, a single tug causing them to come undone, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. Soft moans, though not loud, filled the room, a testament to the overwhelming sensations he stirred within me.
I could feel him unfastening my hooks, each movement sending a wave of anticipation and nervousness through me, causing me to gulp anxiously, my eyes tightly shut, bracing myself for what was to come.
My eyes widened as he effortlessly tossed my blouse across the room, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable.
A deep crimson blush painted my cheeks, betraying the intensity of my emotions in that moment.
With only a strapless bra preserving my modesty, I knew it was just a matter of time before even that thin veil was lifted, baring my most intimate self.
His intense gaze swept over my upper body, igniting a palpable heat in the air between us, making it hard to breathe.
As he leaned in towards my lips, I shut my eyes, bracing for what I thought was to come, only to be surprised by a gentle peck, a moment of tenderness amidst the charged atmosphere.
Opening my eyes, I found his gaze locked with mine as he rose to his feet, his hands delving into his pant pockets, leaving me puzzled and craving more.
With a sigh of relief, I finally let my hand rest on my stomach, the tension from being bound by the dupatta easing, though questions lingered in my mind about his sudden change in demeanor and my own escalating desires.
Ab pati aise ho to kyun hou horny.
"Won't you do anything?" I swear, but these words just slipped out on their own.
I scrunched my eyes, thinking, I shouldn't have been that bold, Ishu.
"Do you want me to mess with your alluring body, biwi?" This line sent shivers down my spine, goosebumps rising on my skin. A whirlwind of emotions swept through me, a tantalizing sensation teasing my abdomen, yearning for his touch.
In a moment of surrender to my escalating desires, I simply nodded in agreement, my heart pounding with anticipation and a rush of conflicting feelings.
"Then Beg for it, biwi"
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