Sanyukta sat there, fidgeting nervously with her fingers, stealing occasional glances at Ranvijay, who sat across from her with a knowing smirk. His sharp eyes didn’t miss a thing—he could practically read her like an open book. But this time, he wasn’t going to make it easy for her. No, this time, he wanted her to say it.
She peeked at him through her lashes, her cheeks burning crimson when their eyes met briefly. Embarrassed, she quickly looked away, making him chuckle softly.
"Sanyukta..." he called, his deep voice laced with mischief. Her head snapped up, her wide eyes locking onto his. "Shall we go inside and sleep then?" he asked, his tone as serious as it could get.
She blinked, her lips parting in surprise, before shaking her head furiously. "No!" she blurted, her voice coming out a little too loud, making him bite back a grin.
Tugging at a loose strand of hair, she tucked it behind her ear, taking a deep breath as if summoning courage. Her heart pounded as she tried to find the right words. "Ranvijay... vo... aapne bola tha... uss din... aur kal bhi..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ranvijay raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion, though the glint of amusement in his eyes gave him away. "Let’s not talk about all those things now. You wanted a chance, and I’m giving it to you," he said, the corners of his lips twitching as he tried to suppress a smile.
"Naahi, uss baare mein nahi... kuch aur bhi bola tha aapne," she protested, her voice soft but insistent, a small pout forming on her lips.
He leaned back, stretching lazily. "Mujhe toh kuch bhi yaad nahi hai, yrrr. Say it clearly, ya phir main jaake so raha hoon," he teased, standing up as if to leave.
"Aapne kaha tha... pyaar karte hai aap!" she blurted out in one breath, grabbing his hand in panic before he could take a step.
Ranvijay turned back to her, his expression deliberately blank, though inside, he was thoroughly entertained. "Ye kab kaha?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, his tone serious.
"Directly nahi kaha, but indirectly, do baar bola hai aapne," she said, her voice small but firm as she stood up in front of him, determined not to back down.
"Nahi karte kya?" She asked, watching his reaction closely.
Her hold on his hand tightened as she looked at him, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Karta hoon, of course. Ye bhi koi puchhne ki baat hai? You are family, and I love everyone in the family," he said casually, shrugging, knowing full well the effect his words would have on her.
Her face fell slightly, and she tried to hide her disappointment with a small, forced smile. "Acha... mujhe laga waise wala pyaar bol rahe hain," she murmured, looking away.
"Kaunsa wala?" he asked, stepping closer, but she shook her head. "Kuch nahi... bas aise hi pucha tha," she replied softly.
Ranvijay smirked, his playful side taking over. In one swift motion, he pulled her into his arms, making her gasp. Tilting her chin up gently, he forced her to look at him. His gaze dropped to her lips before he leaned in and placed a soft peck on them.
"Asa wala pyaar?" he asked, his tone teasing, his eyebrow quirking up mischievously.
Her eyes widened as her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. She wriggled out of his hold, turning her back to him. "Jaaiye, so jaiye. Aap mujhe kabhi serious nahi lete ho! Jaan-bujh ke pareshaan karte ho mujhe," she huffed, crossing her arms, but her shyness was evident in the way she avoided looking at him.
He chuckled, stepping closer to back-hug her, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Ab ye red saree sirf dinner ke liye toh nahi pehni hai na tumne?" he whispered in her ear, his voice low and teasing. Her breath hitched, and she instinctively tried to pull away, but he held her firmly.
"Pehle aap bataiye mujhe... aap kaunsa wala pyaar karte hain," she demanded, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as her voice wavered.
Ranvijay grinned, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Hmmm... bohot type ke pyaar hote hain kya?" he asked innocently, his playful smirk never leaving his face.
"Aap sidha-sidha bata rahe hain ya nahi, Ranvijay?" she said, turning around in his arms, her glare more adorable than intimidating as she poked his chest.
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Sun paogi?"
She nodded eagerly, her curiosity brimming.
"Bahut ganda wala pyaar," he muttered, nuzzling into her neck. A shiver ran down her spine as goosebumps erupted on her skin.
"Ye kaisa pyaar hai?" she asked breathlessly, her voice trembling as he placed feathery kisses along her exposed shoulder.
"Ye wahi wala pyaar hai jo Ranvijay apni Sanyukta se karta hai," he murmured, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes boring into hers.
Her lips curved into a shy smile, her heart racing. "Toh phir ye toh achha wala pyaar hua na?"
"Nahi, ye ganda wala pyaar hi hai," he smirked, his hands sliding to her bare waist, pulling her impossibly closer.
"Because I’ll do the dirtiest things with you while loving you," he husked, his grip firm as his thumb caressed her waist.
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, his words leaving her breathless and weak in the knees. His teasing, his closeness, and his overwhelming presence made her feel as though the world had faded away, leaving just the two of them in their own little universe.
The moment their lips met, the world around them seemed to vanish. Ranvijay’s hands were everywhere, restless and hungry, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.
His lips traced the outline of her jaw, down her neck, and back to her mouth with a fierce urgency. She moaned softly into the kiss, her hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him even closer.
His hands roamed down her back, brushing the silky fabric of her saree, finding the edge of it and tugging it gently. "Yeh sab... itna complex kyun hai, Sanyukta?" he muttered against her lips, his voice a mix of frustration and desire.
Sanyukta’s heart hammered in her chest as she realized he wanted more. She couldn’t pull back, not now, not when she was so consumed by him. She wanted to give him everything.
His lips moved to her throat, biting gently, sucking on the sensitive skin there as her breath hitched, and she gasped for air. His hands slid under the fabric of her saree, fingertips skimming over the soft skin of her waist. “Ranvijay…” she whispered breathlessly, her body responding to every touch, every kiss, every caress.
“Shh…” He hushed her, his lips finding the delicate spot just beneath her ear, and then they traveled downward, kissing her exposed collarbone. He didn’t stop there. Slowly, his lips traced a path lower, across her chest, moving downward.
Sanyukta’s body trembled as his kisses grew deeper, more urgent. He was kissing her like she was his lifeline, his hands sliding to her back , he unhooked her blouse slowly, and slid it down her arms .
He gazed at her full breast making her shut her eyes feeling shy and exposed in front of him . His lips moved over her mounds , the heat of his breath leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
She inhaled sharply when he gave a hard suck on her erected nipple , his lips grazing over the sensitive spot there.
He looked at her, surprised, when he noticed the milk droplets oozing from her nipples, causing her to bite her lip.
"I stopped breastfeeding Avu a few weeks before our wedding only ," she whispered shyly not meeting his eyes .
"Avu had enough; it's my turn now," he smirked . Sanyukta gasped upon hearing his dirty words and a loud moan escaped her lips as he started sucking harder.
His other hand moved to her hips, his thumbs gently brushing the skin above the waistband of her petticoat, teasing her, sending waves of anticipation rushing through her.
She was breathing faster now, every touch of mouth over her sensitive nipples , every kiss making her ache with desire. “Ranvijay…” she gasped again, her fingers digging into his back, pulling him closer, urging him to keep going. She needed more.
His lips reached her navel, kissing it softly, before trailing lower, tasting her skin as he kissed his way down, each kiss like a spark of electricity jolting through her. Sanyukta arched her back, her body responding to his every move as if it had a mind of its own.
Ranvijay’s hands moved up her thighs, slowly pulling the saree higher, until he had her completely exposed before him. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, his breath shallow. She met his gaze, her body trembling in anticipation.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion, his hand resting on her waist.
She didn’t hesitate. “Yes…” she breathed, her voice thick with longing.
With that, he lowered her back onto the soft cushions of the bench, his body following hers as he hovered above her. The heat between them was palpable, the closeness unbearable. His hands gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing over her lips. “You’re mine now, Sanyukta,” he murmured, his voice husky.
She nodded, her eyes closing for a moment as she whispered, “Always.”
As he kissed her again, deeply, he pulled her closer, his body aligning perfectly with hers. His hands slid down her back, pulling her saree completely off, until she was left in nothing but the soft fabric of her petticoat. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but with him, it felt right.
He kissed the hollow of her throat again, and then her chest, before trailing down the soft line of her stomach, until he reached the waistband of her petticoat. His hands were steady but eager, unhurried but desperate. He slowly pulled it down along with her panty , exposing her completely to him.
Her skin flushed under his touch, her breath quickening as his lips returned to her navel, kissing it with such intensity that she gasped. He moved upward, kissing along her ribs, tracing the line of her body as if memorizing every inch of her.
Sanyukta’s hands slid up his chest, her fingers tugging at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. She wanted him—needed him. She had waited for this moment, and now that it was here, she couldn’t get enough.
He removed his shirt in one fluid motion, and she pressed her bare chest against his, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers.
Ranvijay hand roamed all over her curves as if getting familiar to her every inch . She let out a soft mewl as he cupped her feminine Beauty, Caressing the sensitive clit with his fingers in a circular motion.
"Ahhhhh...." Sanyukta let out a throaty moan , her toes curling up as her legs shook with the waves of pleasure that coursed through her body at the moment.
His mouth found hers again as his fingers moment got more vigorous causing her core to leak the slimy liquid.
His fingers slid inside the cave easily due to the enough lubrication making her body jerk at the intrusion.
Her fingers dug into his arms trying to get hold of herself as her body shuddered with the intense pleasure . He added the other fingers , earing a little scream from her .
The fingering got more intense, driving Sanyukta insane , the pleasure peaked as she let out a loud moan getting a release.
She breathed heavily, her body trembling as it tried to cope with the electrifying sensations coursing through her.
Ranvijay kissed the top of her head, gently gathering her into his arms, understanding that it might become overwhelming for her if he pushed further.
He guided her to the bathroom, planting a soft kiss on her head once more before quietly closing the door behind her, giving her the space and time she needed.
Sanyukta’s cheeks burned with a deep blush as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, hastily dressing herself after cleaning up.
The weight of everything that had just transpired between them made her heart race with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Her face radiated with a soft glow, every inch of her skin still tingling from his touch, as if he had left a trail of fire in his wake. The thought of facing him again made her pulse quicken, her blush deepening with each passing second.
She stepped out of the bathroom slowly, her movements hesitant, only to find him lounging on the bed in his shorts. His gaze shifted to her, making her fidget and look everywhere but at him.
Ranvijay chuckled, amused by her sudden shyness. "You didn’t need to bother getting dressed. I’ve already seen and memorized everything," he teased, his tone laced with mischief.
Her eyes widened in shock as she looked at him, disbelief etched on her face. "Ranvijayyy!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with indignation. Her body grew warm again under the intensity of his gaze.
Without warning, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bed, leaning in closer. She let out a startled shriek, glaring at him with a pout. "Lag jaati na!" she scolded him adorably.
"Lagi toh nahi, na?" he countered, grinning as he pinched her cheeks making her sigh .
"Suniyeee..." she called out softly after a while, resting her head on his bare chest and listening to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat.
"Hmmm..." he hummed, his fingers gently caressing her hair as his eyes fell on her curious expression.
"Aapne aage kuch kyun nahi kiya?" she asked, her question catching him off guard.
"You wanted me to go ahead?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. She bit her lower lip nervously, avoiding his gaze.
"Maine mana toh nahi kiya tha," she murmured shyly, her words making his smile widen.
"I wanted to give you a little time," he began, his voice soft and reassuring. "It might have been overwhelming for you the first time, and..." he trailed off, his eyes flickering with a hint of something unreadable.
"And...?" she prompted, her frown deepening as she searched his face for answers.
"Condom bhi nahi tha," he added with a chuckle, his tone laced with amusement.
Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she giggled, quickly hiding her face in his chest. The warmth of his laughter vibrated through her as he wrapped his arms around her protectively.
"Sharma mat itna," he teased, brushing his lips against her hair. "Tere ye reactions mujhe aur zyada tang karne ka mann karwate hain."
"Ranvijay!" she mumbled into his chest, playfully smacking him, her embarrassment only deepening.
After a lot of teasing, playful banter, and uncontrollable laughter, the room finally settled into a comforting quiet. Exhausted yet content, they nestled into each other’s warmth.
Ranvijay held her close, his arms wrapped protectively around her as her head rested on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She felt safe, cherished, and completely at peace.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his eyes growing heavy with sleep. “Goodnight, Biwi ,” he murmured softly.
A small smile graced her lips as she snuggled closer. “Goodnight husband,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
In each other’s embrace, surrounded by the calm of the night, they drifted off to sleep, their hearts beating in perfect harmony.
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