Kaise bataaye, kaise jataaye

Subah tak tujhme jeena chahein

Bheege labon ki, geeli hansi ko

Peene ka mausam hai peena chahein

Ik baat kahoon kya ijazat hai

Tere ishq ki mujhko aadat hai

Ik baat kahoon kya ijazat hai

Tere ishq ki mujhko..

Aadat hai o.. aadat hai..

✿✿✿✿✿

NUPUR

I woke up this morning and the memories of last night came fluttering back infront of my eyes.

We fought.

We argued.

After so many days, for the first time.

I shouldn't have started it.

I shouldn't have raised my voice.

I shouldn't have said that I was struggling through this marriage.

That... Those words slipped out of my tongue without my knowledge. I was so flared up with rage that I didn't even realize what I was saying.

Why didn't I?

I should have.

And he isn't back yet?

I immediately stood up from the bed and as soon as I opened the door of our bedroom, I realized that it was still midnight. Maybe past midnight. Maybe it was going to be morning in an hour or something.

I glanced at the watch and it was 2:45 in the morning.

Then I slowly walked outside and my eyes fell on him, sleeping on the cot, in the aangan.

I took my slow steps towards him, and sat on the edge of the cot.

He was looking so serene in the lights of few lamps illuminated in the aangan.

I cupped his cheek lightly and brushed it with my thumb. “Abhisar..”

He didn't budge.

I bent down and called out his name again, “Abhisar.”

This time he opened his eyes immediately and looked here and there, figuring out his surrounding.

“Nupur? Kya hua? Koi pareshani hai?”

["Nupur? What happened? Is there something bothering you?"]

I smiled shaking my head.

“Aap ..kamre me nahi aaye. Yaha ...so rahe hain.”

["You didn't come to the room. You're sleeping here..."]

He rubbed his eyes lightly but didn't reply anything.

I get it.

I held his hand and intertwined our fingers together.

“Aaiye na. Andar. Hume akele Sona pasand nahi.”

["Come inside, please. I don't like sleeping alone."]

His gaze softened a little and after thinking for a few seconds, he stood up slowly from the bed.

We walked inside, hands in hands.

I locked the door and we shifted to lay down on the bed, together.

But the thing was, he didn't say anything. Not a word.

I shifted closer to him and encircled my hand around his torso,

“Um— Hume maaf kardijiye na Abhisar. Hume nahi bolni chahiye thi ... Woh baat.”

"Um— Please forgive me, Abhisar. I shouldn't have said... those words."

He looked down and stared into my eyes for good seconds.

I continued,

“Hum gusse me the...Hume ehsaas nahi hua hum kya bol rahe the. Sach keh rahe hai hum.”

["I was angry... I didn’t realize what I was saying. I'm telling the truth."]

He didn't say much.

He just asked a question silently.

“Aap khush nahi hai humari shadi se?”

["Are you not happy with our marriage?"]

I shook my head hysterically,

“Hum bahut khush hai, Abhisar. Sach muchh.”

["I am very happy, Abhisar. Truly."]

He moved his gazes away and stared the ceiling,

“Kabhi kabhi Hume mehsus nahi hota, Nupur. Hum acche pati nahi hai kya?”

["Sometimes I don't feel it, Nupur. Am I not a good husband?"]

I immediately sat up and lunged to sit over his torso, crossing my leg on both side of his body, and held the collar of his Kurta.

“Khabardar jo aapne humare pati ko bura kaha. Kya humne Aaj Tak kabhi aisa kaha hai ki aap ache pati nahi hai?”

["Don't you dare speak ill of my husband. Have I ever said that you're not a good husband?"]

He held my wrists gently and made me to palm his own cheeks.

“Aapko pata hai? Aapse ladna Hume bilkul pasand nahi.”

["You know? I don't like fighting with you at all."]

I smiled and bent down a little only to place a soothing kiss on his lips.

“Pata hai hume.”

["I know."]

He brushed off gently, hair from my face.

“Hn? Aur kya kya pata hai aapko?”

["Huh? What else do you know."]

I slowly sat up straight and moved my hands back. Towards my back. And slowly, unhooked my blouse. He was looking at me with those equally lusty and loving eyes.

As soon as I removed the blouse away from my body, my bosoms jumped out and his eyes had more of shades of lust than love in them.

“Hume pata hai ki yeh bhi bahut pasand hai aapko.”

["I know you enjoy this too."]

He groaned, “Ah. Aapko pata hai humne kitne dinon se aapko liya nahi hai, Nupur.”

["Ah. Do you know how many days it has been since I took you, Nupur?"]

I could feel his erection hardening below my core. To increase it even more, I intentionally rubbed my pussy against his cock and he moaned in pleasure.

“Nupur.. Ah.”

I bit my bottom lip sensually and asked,

“Abhi bhi gussa hai aap?”

["Are you still angry?"]

Within a second I was below him and his hands on both of my bosoms.

He pressed them hard and I moaned in pleasure.

He looked down at me, his eyes adjusting to the moonlight.

My saree was bunched up around my waist, my full, rounded breasts bare and heaving slightly with each breath I took. His body was already aching for me, his manhood painfully stiff against my warmth.

I whispered

“Abhisar,” I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and it made me squirm a little. He didn't answer, just looked down at me with a fierce intensity in his eyes.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Hume aap chahiye.”

"I want you." I whispered seductively in his ear.

He groaned in response, his hands tightening around my waist.

“Nupur..”

Abhisar kissed me passionately, his hands roaming all over my body, squeezing my soft curves.

“Nupur, Aap pagal kar deti hai hume.”

"Nupur, you drive me crazy." He flipped me over, so I’m lying beneath him, his hardness pressing against her warm entrance.

“Hume tum chahiye, kisi bhi haal me.”

"I need you so badly."

I moaned softly.

“Abhisar... Umm...”

His kisses trail down to my collarbone, then to my breasts, where he paused to lavish attention on each peak. I arch my back, pressing myself closer to him.

Abhisar lifted his head from my breasts, his eyes locked onto mine.

“Idhar dekhiye, Nupur.”

"Look at me, Nupur."

He commanded softly, his voice filled with desire. I met his gaze, my heart racing.

“Hume chehra dekhna hai aapka, jab hum aapke andar aaye.”

"I want to see your face when I enter you."

I nodded, biting my lower lip.

He guided himself to my entrance, his gaze never leaving mine.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, allowing me to adjust to him.

I winced slightly at the initial discomfort, but he shushed me softly, kissing me tenderly.

It hurt, but he was very gentle.

"Breathe, Nupur."

He whispered, his voice laced with concern. I took a deep breath and relaxed my body, allowing him to push in further.

He groaned softly, his face a mask of concentration.

"You're so tight, so warm... it's like heaven."

He started to move, his hips thrusting slowly and rhythmically. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him inside me.

He responded by increasing the pace of his thrusts, his breath coming in short gasps.

"Nupur... you feel amazing..."

“Ahh.. A-Abhisar.”

His hands grasped my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my flesh as his rhythm became more urgent.

"Nupur... I... I can't hold back much longer..."

He leaned down and kissed me hard, swallowing my moans as he continued to thrust into me.

His breathing grew more ragged, and his movements became jerky. I can feel him pulsing inside me, his warmth spilling into me.

He buried his face in my neck, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release.

“Nupur....Bahut..pyar karte hai aapse hum.”

"Nupur... I love you."

He collapsed on top of me, his weight crushingly sweet. I ran my fingers through his hair, kissing his shoulder tenderly.

"I love you too, Abhisar." I whispered, my voice hoarse with emotion. He lifted his head, his eyes filled with love and satisfaction.

He grinned mischievously after a few seconds,

"Now that we've made up properly..." He flexed his hips, still inside me.

"Let's make love all night long."

I could feel him hardening inside me again and I knew what was coming next.

He started to move again, his pace languid and deliberate.

"We have a lot of lost time to make up for."

“Bahut badmaash hai aap,” my breathe hitched.

He chuckled, his breath warm against my skin.

"That's why you love me, right?"

He kissed me softly before pulling out and flipping me onto my stomach.

He spread my legs apart and settled between them.

He entered slowly inside me, from behind, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

He set a slow, torturous pace, his movements deliberate and measured. I gripped the sheets tightly, my breath hitching as he hit a spot inside me that made me shudder.

"Abhisar... it's too much..."

"No, it's not."

He growled, his voice low and commanding.

"You can take more, Nupur. You were made for me."

He increased his pace, his hips snapping forward as he sheathed himself fully inside me. I pushed back against him, matching his rhythm, my fingers twisting in the sheets.

"Abhisar... I'm going to..."

"Say it, Nupur." He demanded, his voice rough with need.

"Tell me you're going to come on my cock." He pounded into me harder, his balls slapping against my clit with each thrust.

I was so close, my entire body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Abhisar... I'm... I'm going to come on your... your... oh god..." I broke apart, my body convulsing with intense pleasure. He grunted, his fingers digging painfully into my hips.

He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his lips finding mine in a searing kiss.

"Good." He panted, "because I'm going to make you come like that at least three more times tonight." He nipped my earlobe, grinning when I shivered.