Something more... 🔞

After the puja was over and the house filled with laughter, the sound of bursting crackers, and the lingering taste of sweets, Ashwin's phone buzzed. His friend's voice reminded him of the Diwali party he had promised to attend. With a sigh, he informed everyone about his plans before retreating to his room to change. His kurta felt heavy with the day's festivities, and he was eager to slip into something more comfortable.

Before shutting the door, he glanced at Divya and gestured for her to come by later.

Once inside, Ashwin stood before the mirror, his kurta discarded, leaving him in just his jeans as he ran his fingers through his slightly damp hair. The cool air brushed against his bare skin as he fixed his reflection, unaware of the soft footsteps approaching his room.

Divyansh entered after tidying up, only to freeze in his tracks. His breath hitched as his gaze unintentionally landed on Ashwin's toned torso, muscles flexing subtly under the warm glow of the room. Panic flared inside him, and he quickly turned around, shutting the door behind him as if that could erase the image burned into his mind.

"I-I'm sorry!" he stammered, squeezing his eyes shut.

A deep chuckle echoed from behind him. "Divya, andar aao," Ashwin called, his voice laced with amusement. (Divya, come inside.)

Heart hammering against his ribs, Divyansh hesitated before stepping closer, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the floor. "K-kahiye..." he mumbled, throat dry. It wasn't as though he had never seen Ashwin like this before, but something about tonight—perhaps the intimacy of the dimly lit room, the remnants of festivities still lingering in the air—made it feel different. (S-say...)

Ashwin moved forward, closing the distance between them in a few slow steps. With a gentle touch, he tilted Divya's chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Mere liye ek shirt choose kardo," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. (Choose a shirt for me.)

Divyansh's breath hitched. His mind screamed at him to pull away, but his body refused to move. "C-chhodiye... warna k-kaise..." His words trembled between them. (L-leave... otherwise h-how...)

But Ashwin wasn't listening. His focus was entirely on Divya—on the way the light blue saree he had chosen for her earlier draped beautifully over her frame, on the way her lower lip was caught between her teeth, tempting and inviting all at once.

Before he could think better of it, Ashwin reached out and gently freed that captured lip with his thumb, running the pad of his finger over its softness. A shiver passed through Divyansh at the intimate touch, but before he could react, warm lips pressed against his.

Divyansh gasped, his mind blanking as Ashwin claimed his lips with a slow, unhurried kiss. It was unexpected, but it was magical. Hesitantly, he kissed back the best he could, albeit sloppily, his nerves getting the better of him. His eyelids fluttered shut as the world melted away, replaced by nothing but the warmth of Ashwin's touch.

Ashwin pulled him closer, his grip tightening around Divya's waist as he tilted her head to deepen the kiss. His fingers found the edge of the pallu, lifting it slightly, revealing the soft skin beneath. His palm traced along Divya's waist, feeling the warmth beneath his touch, while his other hand cupped the nape of her neck, thumb stroking along his cheekbone. The faint taste of strawberries lingered on his wife's lips, no doubt from the lip balm she always wore. It was intoxicating.

Just as Ashwin was about to lose himself further, the sharp buzz of his phone shattered the moment. Reality rushed back in, and he exhaled heavily, his hands slowly loosening their hold.

Divyansh pulled back immediately, his face flushed red to his very chest. Flustered beyond words, he turned abruptly and hurried to the closet, his fingers fumbling over the hangers as he searched for a shirt - anything to distract himself.

Ashwin ran a hand through his hair, composing himself before checking his phone. His friend had sent him the party's location. "Divya, meri shirt?" he called out, voice slightly hoarse. (Divya, my shirt?)

"Haan ji!" Divyansh replied, grabbing the first decent option he saw. He turned, holding up a red satin shirt. "Y-yeh wali?" (Yes! T-this one?)

(Ashwin's shirt, but minus the tie)

A slow smile tugged at Ashwin's lips. "Perfect," he said, taking it from her. He slipped it on with practiced ease before fastening his wristwatch.

As he adjusted the cuffs, he glanced at the 18 year old again, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Umm... Divya, mere paas tumhare liye kuch hai," he said, disappearing into the closet for a moment before emerging with a shopping bag in hand. (Umm... Divya, I have something for you.)

Divyansh blinked in confusion. "Abhi gift kyun?" (Why giving me gift now?)

"Diwali gift," Ashwin shrugged. "Tum pehnogi toh accha lagega mujhe." He handed her the bag just as his phone rang again, his friends undoubtedly growing impatient. (If you wear it, I'll be happy.)

Divyansh peeked inside and gasped softly. "Saree ka rang bohot khoobsurat hai..." His voice was barely a whisper, but his heart pounded as he realized that the color of the saree perfectly complemented the red satin shirt he had just picked for Ashwin. "Kal pehnu yeh?" (The colour of the saree is beautiful... Should I wear it tomorrow?)

Ashwin smirked knowingly. "Tumhara jab man ho tab pehnana, bas baaki sab ke saamne mat pehnana... aur Dadi ke saamne toh bilkul bhi nahi," he added with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I'm sorry, mujhe ab jaana padega." (Wear it whenever you like, just don't wear it in front of the others and specially not in front of dadi! I'm sorry, I gotta go now.)

With that, he picked up his phone and walked out, leaving Divyansh standing there, his heart still racing, fingers clutching the saree a little tighter.

As soon as Ashwin left, Divyansh carefully unfolded the saree, his fingers tracing the delicate lace of the strapless blouse. A soft blush dusted his cheeks at the intricate patterns woven into the fabric. Taking a deep breath, he set about pleating the saree for ease of wear later that night.

After dinner, when everyone had retired to their rooms, Ashwin was still out. The quiet of the house made Divyansh restless. He had an idea—a surprise. Draping the red saree around himself, he secured it with careful precision. A shawl wrapped over his shoulders ensured modesty, should anyone chance upon him before he was ready. He settled at the drawing table in the living room, his sketchbook open, the vase before him serving as a still-life model. The clock ticked away the hours, and by 1:30 a.m., he was lost in the rhythm of his art when the doorbell rang.

Startled, Divyansh hurried to answer, only to freeze in shock at the sight before him.

Standing at the doorstep was a man he didn't recognize, holding up a visibly drunk Ashwin. The stranger offered him a polite but amused smile.

"Divya, right?"

Divyansh swallowed, his fingers tightening around the edge of his shawl. "J-ji... aap kaun?" His voice wavered, his cautious nature taking over as his gaze flickered to Ashwin, devastation creeping into his heart at the sight of his intoxicated husband. (Y-yes... who are you?)

"I'm Vishal," the man introduced himself. "Ashwin's friend. He had a bit too much to drink tonight."

At the sound of his name, Ashwin stirred, blinking blearily. "D-Divya, myyy wife..." He slurred, eyes unfocused as he stumbled forward, arms reaching out.

Divyansh barely caught him, his own balance wavering. His heart pounded against his ribs, memories of his past clawing at his mind. Would Ashwin hit him? Would he turn violent like his father had? He forced himself to stay steady, murmuring, "Thank you for bringing him home."

Vishal nodded. "Take care of him—and yourself." With that, he left.

The moment the door shut, Ashwin collapsed against him, arms wrapping around him in a crushing embrace. "Wify... I m-missed you..." he mumbled, his breath warm against Divyansh's shoulder, his body heavy with alcohol-induced exhaustion.

"Chaliye andar," Divyansh said softly, rubbing slow circles on Ashwin's back as he struggled to guide him inside. (Come inside.)

Ashwin clung to her, barely able to walk. "I-i missed you s-so much... d-didn't you miss m-me?" A hiccup punctuated his words.

"I missed you too," Divyansh admitted, the truth slipping out before he could stop it. "Aap seedhi chadh payenge?" (Will you be able to climb the stairs?)

He had to half-carry and half-drag his husband to their room, being careful lest anyone else woke up from their ruckus. After the college student had him seated on the bed, he was helping him open his shirt, when he scolded, "Itna koi peeta hai bhala? Kal subah jab hangover hoga tab pata chalega aapko!" (Who thinks this much? You'll realise it when you get a hangover tomorrow!)

"I'm sorry," Ashwin mumbled, his voice small and guilty. "My friends... they kept teasing me, pushing me towards other girls at the party. I didn't like that. I got angry, and in my anger, I drank too much..." His confession tumbled out like that of a chastened child.

Divyansh cupped his face, his touch gentle. "Kuch khaane ko laun? Aapne dinner kiya bhi?" His fingers carded through Ashwin's hair, a habit he had developed over time. "Itna gussa kyun karte hai aap? Jaake dekhte na ki woh ladkiyan kaisi hai?" His voice softened. "Kya pata koi pasand aa jaati aapko..." (Should I bring something to eat? Did you have dinner? Why do you get angry so easily? You could have gone and checked how those girls were, right? Who knows someone might have caught your fancy...)

Ashwin lifted his gaze, glassy yet stubborn. "Mujhe kisi aur ko nahi dekhna," he declared with drunken sincerity. "Mere pass meri biwi hai. Mujhe aur koi nahi chahiye. My Divya is the best." (I don't want to see anyone else. I have my wife. I don't want anyone else.

Divyansh's breath hitched as Ashwin took his hands, squeezing them tightly. "I love you, Divya... I love you so much."

His resolve cracked. His arms wrapped around Ashwin instinctively, holding him close. His heart ached, and he knew this love, this relationship—built on the foundations of lies—would crumble when the truth came out. It was better to confess now when Ashwin wouldn't remember in the morning.

Tears slipped down his cheeks as he whispered, "Maaf kar dijiye mujhe... Main aapki Divya nahi hun. Aap galat insaan se pyaar kar baithe..." (Please forgive me... I am not your Divya. You fell for the wrong person...)

But Ashwin only tightened his embrace. "I love you, Divya," he repeated over and over again, his voice breaking.

Divyansh pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "I love you too..."

With a drunken sigh, Ashwin shifted, nuzzling against her chest. Before Divyansh could react, he reached up and lifted the shawl, ducking his head underneath it as if seeking warmth.

"Pagal ho gaye kya aap? Piya kitna hai aapne?" Divyansh chided, laughter mingling with his exasperation as he gently removed the shawl to prevent Ashwin from suffocating. (Have you gone crazy? Just how much did you drink?)

But then Ashwin's hands wandered, tracing up her back before finding the zipper of her blouse. In one smooth motion, he pulled it down. The strapless blouse loosened, slipping down along with the saree's pallu, leaving Divya bare before him.

"K-kya kar rahe hai aap?!" Divyansh gasped, scandalized. He instinctively tried to cover himself, but Ashwin caught his wrists, preventing him from doing so. (W-what are you doing?!)

Ashwin's gaze darkened, the drunken haze in his eyes shifting into something more intense. He pulled her closer, voice a hushed plea. "Divya... will you give me permission to love you? Please?"

Divyansh hesitated. His heart pounded so loud he feared Ashwin would hear it. He knew this was a terrible idea, knew that this could be the beginning of a disaster. And yet, he found himself whispering, "I have one condition."

Ashwin's grip tightened slightly. "What's that?"

Divyansh lowered his gaze, his face heating. "I-I'll be on my stomach... this i-is my first time."

A slow, almost reverent expression crossed Ashwin's face. "I agree," he murmured, cupping her soft cheek. "So... may I?"

Divyansh's arms fell to his sides, his body exposed to Ashwin's gaze. He gave a shaky nod.

Ashwin scooped her up, carrying her to the bed, and hovered over her. His lips met Divya's in a deep, lingering kiss as his hands traced down her waist, gripping tightly as if anchoring himself to reality.

And for that night, lies and truths blurred into something neither of them were ready to face.

Ashwin's mind knew one thing. He needed to show his love for Divya, his wife. He slowly opened the knot on her petticoat, sliding the saree down with it, going down to place numerous kisses on the younger's neck to acquaint her with the feeling. The soft supple skin under his palms was honestly addicting as he massaged her small but perky nips. He took one in his mouth, relishing in the moans of Divya, the quick falling of her breaths. His hands were busy too. One was rubbing circles on her waist, around her mole while the other was attending to the other nipple, pinching, pulling and twisting till it turned a dark red.

Divyansh was already losing his mind at the assault. Was it supposed to feel this good? He was no stranger to masturbating, but the feel of Ashwin's hands and mouth on his body was electrifying. His nipples felt like they were on fire, the knot in his stomach tightening when his husband changed nips, now sucking at the other one. The nip which had just been left was nearly inflamed, hot and borderline painful to touch, but the elder paid no mind, pinching around his areola mercilessly with his nails, raking them across the poor bud till it turned purple, while the one in his mouth was bit on, pulled and chewed by his teeth. But the pain was so intermingled with pleasure that Divyansh's whole world had concentrated to the points where Ashwin was touching him. His dick was leaking, begging for attention, but even his sex hazed mind knew that if he gave the slightest attention to it, his cover would be blown!

Ashwin had had enough of foreplay by the time he left the nipples alone, looking an angry purple. A part of his mind, wanted to commit them to memory, immortalize them on canvas, but the straining in his jeans told him that now was not the time. He swiftly turned Divya around, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "Taiyaar ho?" (Are you ready?)

Divyansh nodded, his own voice sounding unfamiliar to his own ears, "Haan!" He had tuck his dick and balls under his abdomen, he just needed to ensure that they did not slip out by any chance! The weight of his body on his most sensitive organ felt torturous but he had no other choice, than to simply bear. Thankfully, in his alcohol-addled mind, Ashwin did not notice which hole he was about to fuck, not that the room was luminated enough for that. But the younger thanked his lucky stars that his husband, even in his drunkenness had the decency to ask for consent and apparently took out a bottle of lube from the bottommost drawer of the nightstand. Divyansh closed his eyes, trying to control his breathing, but nothing in this world could have prepared him for the soft, but persistent touch on his perineum - his husband's fingers cold from the lubricant. (Yes!)

Ashwin was dying to just fuck her, her soft glutes enticing but Divya's words echoed in his mind. It was her first time and he needed to make it good for her. He somehow opened the lube, covering his fingers generously. She was tight, astonishingly so, which made Ashwin believe that she had never even touched herself. Learning from his previous expeditions, he slowly stretched her out, kissing all over her neck and back, sucking hickies into her skin.

Divyansh was reduced to a moaning mess under him, whining and writhing underneath him. Ashwin sure was experienced, and he couldn't help but feel jealous of everyone who had had his husband and will be having him after him. The pressure on his prostate was maddening, but suddenly it was all gone! The elder had withdrawn his fingers leaving him gaping, hungry for more. The emptiness was unbearable, a needy whine slipping from Divyansh's lips before he could stop himself. But the reprieve was short-lived, just as long as it took Ashwin to get rid of his remaining clothes. A blunt, heavy pressure replaced the fingers, nudging insistently against his entrance before pushing forward in a single, deliberate thrust.

Ashwin sighed after he had sheathed himself in her, content, mouthing at her neck, "Are you okay?" It was taking every fibre of his body to wait, to wait for her consent while she trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by the stretch, the weight of Ashwin inside her. Sobs escaped her throat—not of pain, but of something deeper, something raw and terrifying.

It took Divyansh a long time to get acquainted with the stretch and weight inside him, but it felt right, like it was always meant to be there. He hummed, "I'm ready.. you can..." He didn't need to complete the sentence for Ashwin to actually start taking him. The drag of his cock on his walls was an other worldly experience. Divyansh could do nothing but whine as his husband nailed his prostate with every hit. His hands had fisted themselves in the bedsheet, but the elder's ones found them, entwining their fingers in a silent reassurance.

Ashwin kissed her neck, murmuring soft praises as he took her, claiming her as his. She was beautiful as she lay under him, and he did not cease to tell her how good she looked while she was accepting him inside her, how much he loved her. He sure was pent up from the past months, not touching himself because of her, but this? This was worth a lifetime of celibacy. Ashwin could feel himself getting close, his thrusts more erratic as his hands tightened around her waist. He whispered, "I'm close.."

Divyansh whined. The drag of the bedsheet on his dick was getting too much for him. He gasped, "M-me too". A grunt came from above him, "You sure you don't want me to touch you? To make you feel as good as you're making me feel?" Divyansh answered truthfully, his voice dripping with affection, "I want to cum only from this.. help me?"

Divya's sweet words were all it took for Ashwin to lose his mind and unleash himself on her. He turned her head, capturing her lips with his own, ravishing that sweet tasting mouth, till he felt the cascading rush of orgasm within himself. He stilled as he painted her white from the inside, filling her up - marking her in the most primal way possible. He hadn't noticed that he had bit down on her lips, making them bleed. Her sweet blood sang to him - the metallic tang of copper heavy on his tongue, and he pulled away, spent and tired after pressing a soft kiss to her still bleeding lips.

Pleasure consumed Divyansh like wildfire, burning through his veins as Ashwin thrust into him one last time. His body arched, his toes curled, his fingers twisted into the sheets as waves of euphoria crashed over him. His mind blanked, lost in a haze of unbearable bliss. He didn't even realize he had reached his peak until the spasms wracked his body, his release spilling between them. It was too much. Too good. For a moment, nothing else existed—just the heat of Ashwin's body against his, the lingering press of his lips, and the intoxicating warmth of being filled so completely.

He wanted to stay in this moment forever.

Then, Ashwin pulled out.

The shift was sudden, jarring. A sharp sting shot through him, making him wince. His body throbbed—his cock, his thighs, his raw, overused entrance—all bearing the evidence of how roughly he had been taken. But the ache was nothing compared to the satisfaction of knowing he had pleased Ashwin.

And yet... something hollow gnawed at his chest.

That warmth inside him, that deep, primal sense of belonging—it wasn't real, was it? Not truly. He was still just Divyansh, no matter how desperately he wished otherwise.

If only I had been born a woman...

If only he could be the wife Ashwin believed him to be. If only he never had to lie. If only he could stay in Ashwin's arms without the weight of deception pressing down on him like a noose.

"Divya... you are beautiful."

Ashwin's voice was tender, laced with affection. A kiss pressed to his lips.

"You did so good." A kiss on his cheek.

"Very good, Divya." A kiss on his neck.

"I'm so proud of you." A kiss on his back.

Divyansh trembled at the praise, a dangerous warmth creeping into his chest. He wanted to bask in it, to pretend that this love, this tenderness, was truly meant for him. But the moment Ashwin rolled away with a contented sigh, whispering a sleepy "I love you" before drifting into slumber.

The illusion shattered.

Cold, the room felt too cold all of a sudden.

Divyansh's breath hitched, his body curling into itself. The weight of what he had done crashed down on him, suffocating in its intensity.

"Yeh maine kya kar diya? Ab iss galti ko kaise sudharunga?" (What have I done? How will I clean up after this mistake?)

Tears burned his eyes, but he buried his face into the pillow, swallowing his sobs.

What had he done?

What had he allowed himself to do?

The pleasure that had once felt so intoxicating now felt like poison, curdling inside him. The warmth he had relished turned to ice. The evidence of Ashwin's release inside him—once a source of pride—became unbearable. Shame clawed at him, suffocating, relentless.

He forced himself to move, though every step sent fresh pangs of pain through his body. The ache was familiar. Expected. He had been hurt before—this was nothing new. But the pain in his chest, the one that tightened around his heart like a vice, was far worse.

He scrubbed himself clean, as if he could wash away his sin. He folded the saree carefully, as if it had never been touched. He stripped the bedsheets, removing every trace of what had transpired between them, as if erasing the evidence could somehow undo the act itself.

Finally, he collapsed onto the fresh sheets, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

No more tears came.

The guilt was too heavy, suffocating him completely.

So he surrendered to the only mercy left to him—exhaustion.

AUTHORS' NOTE:

Here, enjoy. I have you bitches a target of 70, and you people did it in 2 days!!!!! 2 fucking days!!! I am a human, guys! I need time to edit!

But still... I love you people too much.. Hope you enjoyed the sloppy sex and caramelized popcorns were worth it...

Get tissues for the next few parts! I am not updating before next week.. I won't let you people bully a poor child like me!

Enjoy, Adiraj and Priya!