Meri jaan, meri jaan, meri jaan.

Meri jaan, meri jaan, meri jaan.

Aayi hai jo raat nasheeli,

Iski har ek baat nasheeli,

tu bhi aa karle Nasha,

Dono ki yeh mulaqat nasheeli,

Nashe ki har ek baat nasheeli,

Tu bhi aa karle Nasha..

~

Three days passed by.

At nights, they used to cuddle with each other. Hugging each other, kissing each other.

And today, it was yet another night.

Everyone had already had their dinner. Abhisar wasn't home yet.

Nupur was waiting for him. Although he had already informed her that he'll be late, still she was waiting.

It was late, when he stepped inside the room. He walked towards the bed, upon which, Nupur was lying down.

Her saree loose.

He looked into her eyes, standing just beside her head. Her hand moved to hold his hand, interlocking her fingers with him. He raised his brows with a smile.

"Itni der?" She asked in a lazy, sleepy voice.

[This late?]

"Kaam tha, jaan," he replied in a soft voice.

[I had work.]

She stood up, slowly, holding his hand. He looked at her saree, which was pretty loose. Clutching the pallu, he corrected it, as her cleavage was visible, way too much.

She smiled and they moved outside together to have dinner.

No one was around.

He sat on the mat after washing his hands and she served him dinner, which he ate, only when she fed him by her own very hands.

After they were done, Nupur was in the kitchen, cleaning the utensils, while sitting down.

His eyes fell on her bare back, which was visible, as the pallu wasn't draped upon her head.

His eyes, suddenly fell on a black mole, just below the nape of her neck on the left side, which he had never noticed before. He smiled to himself.

His eyes shifted down. To her ass.

He felt hai crotch tight.

He swallowed hard.

She stood up, to place the washed utensils back to its place when she saw him standing behind her and she smiled and spoke,

"Jaiye Naa kamre me, hum aate hai."

["Go to our room na, I'll be back."]

He remained still and silent.

She placed the utensils on its place and wiped her hands upon the pallu of her saree.

She saw him still standing there. Walking towards him, she stood infront of him and asked,

"Aaj kamre me chalne ka iraada nahi hai kya, Abhisar ji?".

["Are you not in mood to go to our room, Abhisar ji?"]

And within seconds, she was up, up in his arms, her legs crossed on both side of his torso, her hands encircled around his neck as he pushed her against the wall of kitchen, just beside the open door.

She spoke timidly,

"Kya.. kya kar rahe hai.. aap?".

He nuzzled his face into her neck and replied,

"Hume chhuna hai tumhe.. ijaazat do Hume."

["I want to touch you, give me your consent."]

She cupped his one cheek with her palm and spoke, her cheeks rubbing against his hair,

"Aap hi ke hai hum Abhisar, chhu lijiyega, par yahan koi dekh lega na, andar le chaliye hume."

["I'm yours only, Abhisar. You can touch me. But someone will see us here right, take me inside first."]

He shook his head,

"Koi nahi dekhega, sab so gaye hai Nupur."

["No one will see, everyone has slept, Nupur."

His hands reached towards her thighs, inner thighs, and she gasped, gripping his hair,

"Koi aa jayega Abhisar. Umm..".

She wasn't wearing her undergarment as usual. He cupped her pussy and asked,

"Humare aane se pehle hi khol deti ho humare liye?".

["You open your undergarment before I come home, for me?"]

She smiled, running her fingers into his hair,

"Aap toh sirf saree tak bhi nahi lapetne dete hume, Abhisar."

["You don't even allow me to wrap a saree around my body in your presence."]

His face nuzzled into her breasts as he spoke,

"Humare saamne akele me kya zaroorat kapron ki, hn?"

["What's the need to wear clothes infront of me, that to in private?"]

His fingers reached her pussy, her clit, rubbing his fingers upon it, he moaned into her ear along with her.

She held his neck tightly, he bit her over her fabric on her nipple.

His fingers reached her hole.

Removing it from there, he pulled himself a little away, only to take the two fingers into his mouth and licking it, while seeing directly into her shamed eyes.

She gulped and he sucked.

He moved his fingers down towards her hole again and muttered in her ear,

"Daal de?".

She nodded.

And he entered his fingers inside her roughly. She was so tight, so so tight, that her walls were clenching against his fingers.

In-out-in-out-in-out.

"Annhh... Abhisar."

She moaned.

"Annhhhh.ummm.."

"Aannhhh Abhi-Abhiii-aaaanhhummm."

Her moans surrounded the kitchen. As he was licking her neck, his fingers working alongside. Fastly.

She was enjoying it. Not an ounce of pain on her face. Just pleasure. Too much pleasure. That her husband was providing her. She was dripping drop dead. Her thighs were all wet because of her juices.

"Kya cheez hai aap Nupur. Itni sundar," he tucked her hair strands behind her ear and spoke while looking into her eyes.

["You're so beautiful, Nupur."]

Her eyes rolled back, as he entered his fingers inside her again. Continuously.

His thumb reached her clit, to pad it, as he circled his thumb on it and fingered her with his middle and index finger, very fastly.

She moaned biting her lower lip,

"Annhhh... Umm... Abhisar."

He circling his thumb more fastly and fingering her with double speed, as her moans aroused me more and more.

Her head rolled back, he moved his lips upon her bare neck.

She moaned aloud.

Her anklets sounding.

And with that one final stroke,

She moaned so loudly,

Rolling her eyes back,

"Annhhh ja-jaaann...ummmm."

He smirked, his finger drenched with her juices. He felt her. He felt her orgasm. He felt how her pussy walls convulsed. How it shivered along with her body.

He bit her neck, and marked her there. Although several marks were already present on her body.

He lifted her up, more up, upon his shoulder, she was so petite.

He moved towards their room taking long strides, she was shy. Reaching the room, he locked the door and spanked once, hardly upon her ass. She shivered.

He placed her on the bed. And undressed himself infront of her.

She spoke in a low voice,

"Abhisar - r-raushni."

He nodded once and moved to blow the diya off.

Surprising, how he used to fear darkness. He fears it even now, just not when she is around.

By the time he was back, she had opened the pins of her saree. He came, and undressed her, completely, throwing her saree aside.

Moving to the bed, he sat beside her and pulled her swiftly on his lap.

His hardened shaft against her thighs.

His fingers travelled there. Right where he had noticed that black mole.

She felt ticklish and asked,

"Kya kar rahe hai, Abhisar?".

He smiled and replied,

"Aapki khubsurti nihaar rahe hai."

[I'm seeing how beautiful you're."]

She grinned, shyly.

His lips brushed that spot, and he kissed her there, very softly.

Without speaking, she stood up, slowly and turned towards him, facing him, her legs around his torso and she hugged him.

He hugged her back, and placed a kiss on her forehead.

After few minutes, her hands reached there. Just between them. His rock-hard shaft.

She held it, wrapping her fingers around it.

His chest heaved. She first stroked it, very slowly, a few times, his lips parted, their lips only inches apart.

She placed her hand, on his shoulder.

She arched her body a little up. He held her shoulders and looking into her eyes, shaking his head.

She encircled her hands around his neck and whispered in his ear,

"Aap nahi rokenge Aaj Hume, Abhisar."

["You will not stop me today, Abhisar."]

He pulled her a little back, only to look into her eyes, softly. She cupped his cheek, her one hand encircled around his neck, their foreheads touched, as she looked into his eyes and spoke,

"Bahut pyaar karte hai hum aapse."

"I love you so much."

He whispered, his eyes closed,

"Hum bhi, Nupur, pyaar karte hai hum tumse, bahut."

["I too, Nupur, I love you too, so much."]

She nodded her head a bit, kissing on his forehead. He opened his eyes, cupping her cheeks, as he spoke,

"Bahut pyari ho tum. Aur sirf humari ho."

["You're very adorable, and just mine."]

She smiled, and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"Aur aap sabse ache hai, aur aap bhi sirf humare hai."

["And you're the best and you're mine too."]

He leaned in and claimed her lips, sucking her bottom lips, biting it with his teeth,

"Sirf tumhare."

["Only yours."]

She smiled and nodded her head, kissing his temple.

He tucked a stray of lock of hair behind her ear and whispered, biting her earlobe slowly,

"Dard hoga."

["It will hurt."]

She nodded her head, "I know."

He traced her lips with his thumb,

"Aur hum khud ko rokenge nahi tumhe dard Dene se, yahi chahti ho na tum?"

["And I'll not stop myself from giving you pain. You want this, right?"]

She bit her lower lip and nodded her head, feeling shy.

He lifted her up, and made her lay down on bed. Spreading her legs wide, he came in between them, and palmed her cheeks,

"Ready?"

She nodded her head.

He chewed his lips, leaned down, while holding his length and massaging his tip gently on her core, whispering into her ear,

"Bolo ki tum sirf meri ho."

["Say that you're only mine."]

She gulped, and encircled her hands around his chest, holding him tightly, and whispered in a low voice,

"Nupur sirf aapki hai. Sirf apne Abhisar ki."

"Nupur is only yours. She belongs only to her Abhisar."

And with one rough force, he entered inside her completely.