Cham Cham Cham Ambran De Taare

Kehnde Ne Sajjna

Tu Hi Chan Mere Is Dil Da

Mann Le Ve Sajjna

Tere Bina Mera Howe Na Guzara

Chhad Ke Na Jawin Mainu

Tu Hi Hai Sahara

Kaatun Kaise Raatan Oh Saawre?

Jiya Nahi Jaata Sunn Baawre?

~

He entered inside her with one brutal force and tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes although she controlled a lot. He was big, too thick and very rough with her.

Cupping her breasts, he started pounding her hungrily, with animalistic moves and she already knew it was going to happen.

She clutched his hair and pulled his face close. When her lips parted with moan, he immediately shoved his tongue inside her mouth, kissing her hard and rough.

They both were rough with each other as Nupur was digging her nails into her skin, and he was ramming bis length inside her very roughly. They both were kissing each other as if they were soaked with lust.

Their skins were slapping against each other and the voice was echoing all around the room mixed with Nupur's moan.

His hand wrapped around her throat, choking her, and allowing her just enough air to breathe.

Sitting on his knees, he lifted her legs up and placed her legs upon his shoulders.

They groaned at the same time. She was stretched open around his huge, hard cock, and she clawed her fingernails into his back.

His voice came low and ragged as he kissed her mouth.

"Nupur, humari jaan. Sirf humari."

Then he fucked her, deep and hard, thrusting wildly into her like his life depended on it.

She hooked her ankles behind his back and held onto him.

Her breasts bounced. Her lungs ached. Her skin broke out in a sweat. He drove into her over and over, balancing on one hand over her, the other gripping her ass and pulling her closer with every hard thrust of his hips.

Against the soundtrack of her own helpless cries and his chest-deep grunts of pleasure, she climaxed again.

Her entire body tensed. Her head tipped back. She bowed against the bed, jerking, impaled on his cock, convulsing around the invading girth of it.

He slowed the motion of his hips. Dropping to his elbows, he put his mouth near her ear.

"Humari ho ab tum. Apna bana liya tumhe humne, poori tarah se."

["You're mine now. I claimed you, I made you mine, in all ways possible."]

This was the moment when she finally gave herself to him, heart and soul, body and mind, surrendering completely.

No matter who or what he is, she didn't care.

She was his.

She pulled his head down and kissed him hard, knowing as she did that the girl she was before this moment no longer existed. When she'll rise from this bed, it will be as one person, not two.

Her eyes were closed when he muttered,

"Aankhein kholo."

She opened them and stared up at him through a blissful haze. He looked beautiful, otherworldly, his gaze burning hot, his brow furrowed with intensity.

He picked up the pace of his thrusting, and she got that he wanted her to watch him climax.

When he came inside her, he wanted them both to have their eyes wide open so they can see everything plainly, all there is between them as they shared their bodies and breath.

She palmed his cheeks, cradling his face and whispered against his lips,

"Hum aapke hai, Abhisar. Yahi sunna chahte hai na aap, sirf aur sirf aapke hai hum."

["I'm yours, Abhisar. You wanted to hear this, right? I'm all yours, Abhisar, only yours."]

He shuddered, moaned, dropped his hot forehead to her neck. Then he emptied himself inside her with a series of short, jerking thrusts, gripping her hair and whispering brokenly something against her neck.

She wrapped her arms around his back and her legs around his waist and closed her eyes, feeling like she was flying.

~

She stirred in her sleep, when she felt something warm around her thighs. Opening her eyes, she met with Abhisar's gazes. He had a slight smile on his face, and seeing him, she smiled too.

He was cleaning her between her legs and it was arousing her even more.

"Thik ho?"

She nodded her head, slowly. Although she was sore, so fucking sore.

"Thik ho?" He narrowed his eyes to her, "Dobara kare?"

She widened her eyes almost immediately and shook her head,

"Nahi. Bilkul nahi."

He chuckled. Her face was red, cheeks crimson. He leaned down, and kissed on her inner thighs, very lightly. Placing the cloth aside, he slipped inside the sheets along with her and wrapped his arms around her petite frame.

She swallowed looking at his face. He raised his eyebrows, smiling a little.

"Aap khush hai?"

["Are you happy?"]

He furrowed his brows,

"Yeh kaisa sawal hai?"

["What kind of question is this?"]

She leaned in, and kissed on the corner of his mouth,

"Kuch nahi. Hum kabhi kabhi kuch jyada hi soch lete hai."

["Nothing. I sometimes overthink things."]

He let out a soft laugh,

"Koi baat nahi. Tumhare har sawal ka jawab hai humare paas."

["It's okay. I have an answer to all your questions."]

He placed a long kiss on her forehead,

"Bahut khush hai hum apni biwi ke saath."

["I am very happy with my wife."]

They remained silent for few minutes. Holding each other. Smelling each other. Feeling each other.

And they didn't even realise when both of them slipped into a deep slumber.

The next day, Abhisar woke up first. As he blinked away the remnants of sleep, he became acutely aware of the warmth beside him. Turning his head slightly, he found Nupur nestled against him, her head resting on his chest, her breath soft and even in the tranquility of slumber.

He took a moment to simply admire her. Her long lashes cast delicate shadows on her cheeks, and a few strands of her hair had escaped the confines of her braid, falling gently across her face. He resisted the urge to brush them away, not wanting to disturb her peaceful sleep. Instead, he watched the rise and fall of her chest, each breath a testament to the life they shared.

Last night replayed in his mind, the memories very vivid and warm. They had made love, a dance of passion and tenderness that still lingered in the air. He marveled at how she matched his every move, how her responses were both intuitive and enthusiastic. She had given herself to him completely, and in those moments, they were more than just two bodies entwined, they were one soul, connected in the deepest of ways.

Nupur was more than just his wife; she was his confidant, his partner, his everything. Her beauty was not just in her appearance but in the way she made him feel whole, understood, and cherished.

Careful not to wake her, Abhisar pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. He could spend a lifetime like this, he thought, with Nupur in his arms, the world outside forgotten. As he held her close, he vowed silently to himself to always protect this peace, this love that they had nurtured together.

Nupur stirred gently, her eyelashes fluttering as she woke. When her eyes opened, she found Abhisar gazing at her with a tender smile. The memories of last night flooded back, a rush of warmth and passion that made her cheeks flush.

Realizing she was without clothes, she instinctively pulled the sheets closer, a shy smile creeping onto her lips.

Abhisar noticed her movement and the blush that spread across her face. He reached out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Subah ki pehli kiran se bhi khubsurat lag rahi ho," he murmured, his voice a soft caress.

["You look more beautiful than the first ray of morning sunlight."]

Nupur's eyes sparkled with shyness and affection. "Aapbhi toh humesha humari khwabo ke raajkumar lagte hai," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

["And you always look like the prince of my dreams."]

He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm. "Sharmao mat, Nupur," he said, his tone comforting.

["Don't be shy, Nupur."]

She smiled, the warmth of his words easing her embarrassment.

"Aap humesha humare dil ki baat samajh lete hai," she said, her eyes meeting his.

["You always understand the feelings of my heart."]

Abhisar's hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin.

"Kyuki tumhare bina hum adhoore hai," he whispered. "Tumhari har khushi me humari Khushi hai."

["Because without you, I am incomplete. Your every happiness is my happiness."]

Nupur's heart swelled with love, the sincerity in his eyes making her feel cherished. She leaned into his touch, her shyness melting away.

Abhisar leaned in, his forehead resting against hers.

"Humari biwi ne humari zindagi ko jannat bana diya," he whispered, his breath mingling with hers.

["My wife has turned my life into paradise."]

They stayed like that for a moment, a quiet bubble of love and intimacy surrounding them. Then, Abhisar pulled back slightly, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Chalo utho ab," he said, playfully nudging her.

["Get up now."]

Nupur laughed, her shyness replaced by joy.

"Ji, maharaj," she replied, her tone teasing.

["Yes, my king."]

Nupur slowly sat up, the sheets slipping slightly as she moved. She wrapped it around herself and glanced at Abhisar, who was still watching her with that tender smile. With a deep breath, she stood up, the soft morning light casting a gentle glow on her figure.

Feeling the coolness of the room, she quickly gathered her clothes from the chair nearby. While she began to dress, she felt a shy, tingling sensation, aware of Abhisar's eyes on her every movement.

Abhisar, propped up on one elbow, just to tease her.

"Yun sharmate hue kapde pehen Rahi hai aap jaise pehli baar dekh rahe hai hum," he said with a playful smirk.

["You're dressing so shyly as if I'm seeing you for the first time."]

Nupur blushed deeply, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse.

"Chup rahiye aap."

["Just, be quiet."]

He chuckled, enjoying her reaction.

"Kuch bhi kaho, biwi toh Sundar hai humari," he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Finally managing to wear her saree, though loosely, she turned to face him, her hands on her hips.

"Bahut pareshan karte hai aap hume."

["You trouble me so much."]

Abhisar laughed, a deep, warm sound that filled the room. "Aapke sath toh aise hi hai," he admitted, shrugging. "Kya kare, aapki har adaa pe Fida hai hum."

["I'm like this with you. I'm enchanted by your every move."]

Nupur smiled, shaking her head,

"Pyaare hai aap."

His lips curved into a smile. He himself knew he was teasing her - which was completely out of his personality - but the fact that they made love last night, and she allowed him to claim him, she made love with him last night, she accepted him completely - as he is, despite of knowing about his demons and past, she accepted every bit of him. And that shit hit him hard.

He knew that if time comes, he can lay down his life for her. He knew that she is the love of his life and will always be.

Standing up from the bed, he walked towards her. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her and she hugged him back tightly, and placed a kiss on his chest. He placed a kiss on the crown of her head.

Moving back, she palmed his cheeks, stood up on her tiptoes, and placed a long kiss on his lips. He held her waist and kissed her back, savouring every bit of her sweet taste.

When they released each other, Nupur murmured against his lips,

"Nahane Jaa rahe hum."

["I'm going to take a bath."]

He teased again, "Hum madad kare?"

[Should I help?"]

She laughed, nudged his by elbow and muttered while moving out,

"Kapde pehen lijiye pehle aap, fir humari madad karne ka sochiyega."

["Wear your own clothes first, then think about helping me."]

He chuckled, wanting to hold her back, but she sneaked away.

He ran his fingers into his hair, finally realizing, that he has been trapped-in her love, completely, and there's no way out now.

~

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