ABHISAR

“Nupur…”

She paused and turned to look at me, her eyes meeting mine, still sleepy but filled with warmth.

“Hum aa sakte hai aapke sath?”

"Should I join you?" I asked, my tone playful but filled with genuine longing.

“Saath me....nahane?”

"We could take a bath together."

Her eyes widened slightly, a blush creeping up her cheeks, but she didn’t say no.

Instead, she bit her lip and nodded shyly, casting her gaze downward, her modesty showing even after everything we had shared last night and many more nights.

I smiled, slipping out of bed, and wrapped a towel around my torso.

The house was still, Bhaiya-Bhabhi else still fast asleep, the early hour cloaking our movements in secrecy.

I walked over to her, taking her hand in mine as we quietly slipped out of the bedroom.

While we made our way through the dimly lit house, I could feel the thrill of our quiet escape.

No one stirred as we moved, the only sound being the soft rustling of her saree and the faint voice of our footsteps. My heart raced slightly, not from fear of being caught, but from the excitement of sharing this stolen moment with her.

We reached the washroom without a soul noticing.

Nupur pushed the door open gently, and we stepped inside, closing it softly behind us.

I looked at her, and in the intimacy of the small space, she let out a soft, nervous smile.

I pulled her close, my hands resting on the small of her back, and kissed her forehead gently.

“Sharmane ki zaroorat nahi hai. Sirf hum aur aap hai yaha.”

"No need to be shy," I whispered, "it’s just you and me."

She smiled up at me, the blush still present on her cheeks.

We first washed our mouths and then slowly, she began unwrapping her saree once again, letting it fall to the floor in soft folds.

The sight of her, bathed in the soft morning light that filtered through the small window, was enough to make my breath catch. She was beautiful—radiant.

I let the towel drop from my waist and stepped into the washroom with her, my hand trailing softly down her arm.

Nupur sat on a low stool, a large brass bucket beside her, filled with warm water.

She was bare, her dark hair cascading down her back, a shy smile playing on her lips.

I approached her, my eyes drinking in the sight of her nude form. I sat down beside her, the warmth of her skin radiating towards me as I reached for the bucket.

"May I?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

I moved closer to her, my eyes roving over her curvaceous body, taking in her full breasts and wide hips.

I filled a large iron mug with water and then poured it slowly over her head, watching as the water cascaded down her skin, creating tiny rivulets that traced her curves.

I repeated the motion, my hands shaking slightly as I poured more water over her.

With each pour, I could feel the tension between us growing.

Nupur's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling more rapidly. She caught my wrist as I reached for more water, her eyes locked onto mine.

My breath hitched in my throat as her fingers wrapped around my wrist, her touch sending fire through my veins. I felt my body hardening, my breathing growing heavy to match hers.

I filled the mug again, pouring the water over her once more, this time allowing some of it to spill over her full breasts, watching as it slid down her chest and over her hardened nipples.

Then, I set the mug aside, my breathing ragged as I reached out with trembling hands.

I cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her hardened peaks. I leaned in, taking one into my mouth, suckling gently as I kneaded her other breast.

She moaned softly, her head tilting back to grant me better access.

I switched to the other peak, lavishing the same attention on it while my hands roamed over her curves. I slid one hand down her belly, my fingers parting her soft folds.

Her hips bucked against my touch as I slowly explored her, my fingers slipping through her wetness. She was so ready for me, so eager.

I lifted her onto the low wooden table beside us, her hips aligned with the edge. She braced her hands behind her, her eyes locked onto mine as I stepped between her thighs, spreading them wider to make room for me.

I resumed my explorations, my touch gentle yet insistent.

Her breath hitched as my fingers found that bundle of nerves, her hips bucking against my hand. I supported her bottom with my other arm, tilting her hips upward to grant me better access.

Her breathing grew faster, her moans louder as I continued to touch her.

Her body tensed, her fingers digging into the wood of the table as her climax washed over her.

Before she could recover, I positioned myself at her entrance and slowly pushed inside.

She was so tight, so hot. I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to bury myself deep inside her.

Instead, I went slow, allowing her body to adjust to mine. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting my gaze as I began to move, my hips rocking gently against hers.

“A-Abhisar....” She moaned, her voice barely a whisper. Her arms snaked around my neck, pulling me closer as our bodies moved in sync. The table creaked beneath us, the sounds of our lovemaking filling the room.

I leaned down, capturing her lips in a heated kiss as our movements grew more urgent.

I could feel her tightening around me, her body tensing as she approached another climax.

I broke our kiss, my lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, until I reached her breasts once more.

I sucked on one pert nipple while my fingers played with the other, pinching and rolling it between my fingers.

She cried out, her back arching off the table as her orgasm hit her. Her inner walls clamped down on me, trying to suck me in deeper.

With a final thrust, I sheathed myself to the hilt, finding my own release.

I groaned, burying my face between her ample breasts as my body shuddered with release.

We stayed like that for a while, our bodies still joined, our breathing gradually returning to normal.

I finally pulled out of her, helping her up from the table.

She swayed slightly, her knees weak from our lovemaking. I caught her in my arms, carrying her back to the bath.

I whispered in a low voice,

“You're like a flower, Nupur, and I'm cleaning your petals. Soon, I'll be worshipping these petals with my mouth, parting them to taste your nectar.”

“Aap kitni gandi batein karte Hain, Abhisar.”

I chuckled and lathered my hands, turning her to face me. I washed her, my soapy hands gliding over her curves.

I cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples as I cleansed them. I ran my hands down her stomach, caressing her hips, her bottom, her thighs.

I knelt before her, parting her legs to wash between them.

She bit her lip, her fingers tangling in my hair as I cleansed her folds, my touch gentle yet purposeful.

I rinsed my hands, then touched her again, parting her, slipping a finger inside.

I pumped my finger in and out slowly, her body already responding to my touch.

I added another finger, stretching her. I leaned in, my breath fanning over her as I whispered,

“Aap itni khubsurat hai, humse Raha nahi jaata aapko Bina chhue.”

I rinsed her thoroughly, then reached for the towel. I gently cleaned her body, and between her legs, being extra careful with her sensitive areas.

Then,I filled the bucket with warm water. I dunked the mug into the water, scooping up some soap and water, and washed myself quickly too.

I grabbed a towel, drying myself off thoroughly. I ran the towel over my chest, my arms, my legs, and finally, between my thighs.

I secured a towel around my waist, then picked up another one and approached her.

She was shivering slightly, her skin damp.

I wrapped the towel around her, tucking it in to keep it secure. I then scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against my chest.

I carried her to the bedroom, her arms wrapping around my neck.

I sat down on the bed with her, holding her close. She snuggled against me, her head resting on my shoulder.

I stroked her hair gently, kissing the top of her head.

“Theek hai aap?”

"You okay?" I asked softly.

She nodded, tilting her head up to look at me. "Yes," she murmured. "Yes," I countered, dipping my head to capture her lips in a soft kiss.

I set her down gently on the bed and crossed to the cupboard.

I found out a beautiful saree, a rich blue silk with gold patterns.

I carried it back to her, laying it out on the bed.

I reached out for a pair of cotton panty and a bra.

I helped her step into the bra, tying the strings at the back. Then I fastened the panty around her waist.

“Sab seekh Gaye aap.”

She chuckled.

I nodded my head, “Ab itni acchi biwi ho toh kholne ke sath sath pehnana bhi seekha padta hai, jaan.”

["If you're such a good wife, then you should learn to dress as well as you undress, my love."]

She let out a soft laugh upon my words.

I slipped the blouse over her head, smoothing it down.

“Dekhiyega kitne ache se taiyyar karte hai hum aapko,”

I said, smiling at her as I buttoned it up.

“Teej kal hai, aap aaj hi taiyaar kar rahe.”

“Kal hum nahi honge na.”

She gulped, but didn't say anything further.

Next, I reached for the petticoat. "Lift your hips for me," I instructed, sliding it underneath her.

I helped her into the petticoat next, tying it at her waist.

I picked up the saree and shook it out. I draped it around her, bringing the end up over her shoulder. I pleated the pallu, tucking it into the waistband of the petticoat. I adjusted the folds, making sure the pleats were even.

I stepped back, examining her outfit. She looked beautiful in the saree, the blue silk bringing out the color of her eyes. I reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Dekha humara kamal.”

She smiled.

“Rukiye.”

I crossed back to the cupboard, opening the jewelry box.

I selected a gold necklace with a small gold pendant, a set of matching earrings, and a bangle for each arm.

I draped the necklace around her neck, clasping it at the back. I helped her put on the earrings, then slid the bangles up her arms.

The gold jewelry glinted against her fair skin, completing the traditional look. I stood back, admiring her.

Finally, I picked up the small pot of vermillion. I dipped my finger into it, then carefully dabbed a small dot onto her hair parting, right where her hair was tied back.

She closed her eyes, and a wide smile appeared on her lips.

Her throat was full.

As soon as I placed the pot aside, she clung to me and hugged me tightly. So tightly, that I could sense what she was actually feeling.

“Majak hi kar rahe the hum, Abhisar. Jyada din nahi rukenge hum, reh hi nahi payenge aapke bina hum.”

"I was just joking, Abhisar. I won't stay for too long; I won't be able to manage without you."