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ये इश्क़ की बारिश हुई

मुझको तेरी ख्वाहिश हुई
लगता है आज की बेपनाह
मोहब्बत की एक नुमाइश हुई

बेवजह बातों में
खो न जाए
इस पल का जादू
सुन लो मेरे हुज़ूर

आलसी रातें यूँ
बीत जाएं
फिर चली जाऊं
तो ना मेरा क़सूर

तू रुक ज़रा
फरमाऊँ मैं
ठहर तो जा
दोहराऊँ मैं

मेरा वजूद है तू ही
तुझी में खुद को
ढूंढ लाऊं मैं, हूँ

तेरा ये इश्क़
मेरा फ़ितूर
तू जो भी कहे
बन जाऊँ मैं

छाया है यूँ
तेरा सुरूर
जिस रंग कहे
रंग जाऊं मैं

तेरे नशे में
हूं मैं चूर
जिस जोग कहे
राम जाऊं मैं

तेरा ये इश्क़
मेरा फ़ितूर

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The light had faded gently, and the sky now wore shades of blue so deep it felt like a blue curtain above their little world. Noor sat quietly, her back resting against the small wood house in the field-their escape from the rest of the world. The air was still, as if holding its breath, listening to their silence.

She had her legs folded in a simple, unbothered way, her pallu lightly brushing the dry grass, while Sidharth sat close-so close that the space between them could hear every heart His head now rested gently against her shoulder, both his hands enveloping one of hers like it was the only thing grounding him to earth.

Every now and then, he lifted her hand and placed a soft, reverent kiss on the back of it-as if silently thanking fate for bringing her here.

Noor wasn't looking at him. Her eyes were stolen away by the two mares grazing not far from them. The same ones that hadn't left her side since morning. She smiled softly-there was something about their stillness, their quiet companionship, that made her feel cherished.

And then, just like the wind brushes past without warning, Sidharth's voice fell into the moment.

"Parso se aap college jaygi."
(From the day after tomorrow, you'll start going to college.)

Noor turned her face toward him, a quiet, glowing smile spreading across her lips. There was a softness in her eyes-a kind of excitement she wasn't even trying to hide.

"Main miss karunga aapko."
(I'll miss you.)

Siddharth's tone turned playful-almost childlike-as if he wanted to make her laugh, as if he wasn't ready to let her go even for a few hours. Noor giggled softly, lifting her free hand and cupping his cheek.

"Hum bhi karege."
(I will, too.)

He smiled at her reply. It wasn't just a smile-it was a surrender. Sidharth tilted his head slightly into her palm, holding her touch like it was home.

And then, without a word, he gently laid his head down on her lap. Noor blinked at the sudden movement, a tiny laugh slipping from her lips when Sidharth nuzzled against her stomach like a boy seeking shelter in his mother's arms. He looked so much like peace, like everything was right in the world.

She didn't pull away. Instead, her hand slowly moved to his hair, brushing her fingers through the strands like poetry written in silence. The sky above them had transformed. Where earlier it was heavy with clouds, it now shimmered with a few scattered stars-like little hopes peeking out of the storm.

Noor tilted her head up.

"Aaj aasman kitna sundar hai."
(The sky is so beautiful tonight.)

Her voice was a whisper, almost afraid of breaking the spell. The dark blue sky, with its hint of black, kissed with silver stars and the faint scent of rain in the air-it was magic. She could feel it.

Siddharth, who wasn't watching the sky, but was looking at her instead. His gaze caught a loose strand of hair brushing against her cheek. Without saying anything, he lifted his hand and gently tucked it behind her ear. His fingers brushed her skin so lightly-it made her look down.

And when she did, her eyes found Siddharth already watching her.

There was no nervousness anymore, no leftover awkwardness from the morning. The day had melted everything away. Siddharth made sure she was at ease, and now, here they were-just them, no walls left.

He slowly reached for the hand that was still in his hair and lifted it. His lips pressed a kiss right into her palm. A slow, deep kiss that said what words couldn't.

His chest ached with how full his heart felt. She looked so breathtaking-just sitting there with him in the middle of nowhere. It wasn't just beauty; it was peace. It was light. It was the feeling of being seen after walking blind for years.

Siddharth had always been a quiet man. He never used too many words. But tonight... it was all there-in the way he looked at her, in the way he touched her, in the way he wished he could just freeze time.

He wanted to hide her from the world. To keep her in a space where no one else could touch her-where she was only his. But at the same time, he wanted to show her to the whole world, to shout that she was his wife, his light after years of darkness. She was his divine gift, his destiny, and he wanted the world to know it.

Still holding her hand, he looked back up at the sky, and just then, a star shot across the sky-trailing stardust behind it like a blessing.

Siddharth's lips parted, and he started humming softly. His voice was low, husky, full of emotion. Each word was soaked in feeling.

"Kisi shaam ki tarah
Tera rang hai khila
Main raat ik tanha
Tu chaand sa mila"

His voice carried the song, but his eyes never left her. His gaze said everything he didn't.

"Haan tujhe dekhta raha
Kisi khwaab ki tarah
Jo ab saamne hai tu
Ho kaise yaqeen bhala"

And then...

"Toota jo kabhi taara sajna ve
Tujhe Rab se maanga
Rab se jo maanga mileya ve
Tu mileya toh jaane na doonga main"

Noor couldn't hold back her smile anymore. The intensity in his eyes were making her shiver.

Siddharth, who had been lying in her lap until now, slowly sat up. There was a light in his eyes. He looked so excited-like a boy who found his most cherished thing again. But his face... it was calm, almost unreadable. Yet something about that stillness made her heart beat a little faster.

He stood up, brushing the grass off himself. Then, he turned to Noor, still sitting on the ground, and extended his hand.

"Dance karege mere saath aap?"
(Will you dance with me?)

Noor was surprised, almost confused for a second-but when she saw his hand, heard his voice... her face lit up like it held its own moonlight. Smiling wide, she nodded, slipping her hand into his.

He pulled her up slowly, as if afraid she'd break. And then-without waiting-he pulled her closer, gently, placing both of his hands on her waist, holding her like she was the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Siddharth's hand slowly moved to Noor's waist again, and with one soft pull, he brought her closer. Noor's breath hitched, but her hands gently slid over his shoulders. Their eyes met.

He was already smiling... a soft, big smile that held too much inside. A smile that looked like a confession in itself.

She blinked slowly, and he pulled her even closer.

The horses, all four of them, started to come toward them. Calmly, like they knew. Like they could feel it.

Sidharth gently placed his foot forward, taking a deep slow step... one step that made them both move together. A rhythm. Like their hearts were dancing, not their feet.

Noor's cheeks turned red.

And then, Siddharth sang softly-

हाँ मैंने सुनी है परियों की कहानी
वैसे ही नूर तेरा चेहरा है तेरा रूहानी

He twirled Noor away from him. She spun gently, her saree flowing with her. The wind played with her pallu.

He looked deep into her eyes again.

And then, he pulled her back. Her chest softly collided with his. Their closeness made her forget how to breathe.

One hand on her waist, the other holding her palm gently-he slowly bent his knee a little, guiding her into a soft, side sway. Their bodies moved like they were one, breathing in each other's rhythm.

His voice low, deep, and full of love-

आ तुझको मैं अपनी
आ जा मेरी बाँहों में छुपा लूं
हाँ अपनी इस ज़मीं को कर दूं मैं आसमां भी

His hand slowly slid around her bare waist. Noor's skin felt hot, the saree giving her no shield. Her eyes widened, but she didn't move back.

Siddharth looked into her eyes-so deep, so full of something he couldn't ever say with his lips. His gaze spoke it all. He wasn't just looking... he was surrendering.

ज़िन्दगी रोक दूं मैं अब तेरे सामने
पल दो पल जो रुके तू मेरे साथ में

Everything stopped.

The horses were still moving, but for Siddharth... only Noor existed.

He pulled her even closer. Their lips were so near, they could feel the breath.

And then... he sang, low and slow-

टूटा जो कभी तारा सजना वे तुझे रब से माँगा
रब से जो माँगा मिलेया वे तू मिलेया तो जाने ना दूंगा मैं

Saying this, he bent down slightly, placed his arm behind her knees, and lifted her up in his arms.

Noor let out a small gasp-but it turned into a giggle.

He started to twirl her around slowly.

Noor opened her arms like a bird, her laughter echoing softly. The sound made Siddharth's eyes tear up.

The horses started running around them, making a circle. The wind blew louder, wild but beautiful, making the moment feel like it came from a dream.

Siddharth smiled... but it wasn't just a smile. It was pain. It was love. It was surrender.

His heart ached with the love he had for her. It was too much. Too full. Too big.

And yet, he didn't speak a word.

The wind, the horses, her giggle... everything was a background. But Siddharth's focus was Noor. Just Noor.

He slowly stopped twirling.

She was still in his arms.

Noor looked down, her giggle now fading into a smile.

Still in his arms, she cupped his cheeks gently with both hands. Lowering her face, she brought their foreheads together. Her eyes closed. Her heart racing. Cheeks red.

She started humming. Her voice soft, like a breeze. For the first time ever, Noor sang-

इतनी भी हसीन मैं नहीं ओ यारा वे
मुझसे भी हसीन तो तेरा ये प्यार है
हाँ इतनी भी हसीन मैं नहीं ओ यारा वे
मुझसे भी हसीन तेरा प्यार

Siddharth's lips parted.

Shock. Then something deeper. He smiled so big... and his heart couldn't stop shaking.

And then he sang, with all the love inside him-

के तेरा मेरा प्यार ये जैसे ख्वाब और दुआ
हाँ सच कर रहा इन्हें देखो मेरा ख़ुदा

He slowly lowered Noor.

She stood now, looking at him.

Siddharth cupped her cheeks, both hands trembling.

He leaned in again.

Their foreheads touched. Eyes closed. The world spinning, but they were still.

His breaths were getting heavier.

He started breathing deeply, like he was holding back a storm. His body shook. His heart felt like it would explode.

The horses kept running around. The wind kissed their skin. But Sidharth... he was burning-not from the wind... but from what he had been holding in for too long.

He opened his eyes slowly.

Still close.

Still holding her face.

Noor opened her eyes too. She had a soft smile. She looked happy. So happy.

Siddharth just stared.

She whispered-

"Kya hua?"
(What happened?)

Siddharth's lips parted... his voice soft, like he was begging without even meaning to.

"Maine kabhi bataya hai aapko... ki aap mere liye kya maayne rakhti hain?
Ki aap mere jeene ke liye kitni zaroori hain? Ki Siddharth ke andar ab sirf Siddharth nahi, balki aap sama chuki hain - har soch, har saans mein?"
(Have I ever told you... what you mean to me? How important you are for me to live? That inside Siddharth now, there's not just Siddharth... but you too - in every thought, every breath?)

Noor froze.

Noor's heart skipped. It burned. Her lips parted a little, her eyes wet. She had heard many things from him. But this... this sounded like his truth. Like something he could never say before. Like a wound finally shown, a feeling finally freed.

Siddharth's eyes were full. Full of devotion. Full of quiet madness. He looked like a man ready to kneel in love. Like a man ready to lose everything, just to stay in this moment forever. Noor stared at him, and then... a soft, beautiful smile touched her lips. Her fingers reached up, and she gently cupped his cheeks, like trying to calm down his burning heart.

And with a voice full of love, she whispered,
"Ha, aakho se to aap har pal kehte hai Aarth."
(Yes, you say it every moment through your eyes, Aarth.)

Siddharth didn't blink. Her soft words were still dancing in his ears, like a sacred prayer only meant for him. He stared deep into her eyes-those eyes that always held storms and softness together. And then, as if his body moved on its own, he leaned down slowly, his lips brushing over hers like they were made of glass. His heart was trembling, but his touch was sure, steady, like he had waited his whole life for this one moment.

It was a gentle kiss. Nothing wild. Nothing rushed. Just a soft press of love, as if he was placing his soul into her mouth, without saying a word. Noor closed her eyes slowly, her hands still cupping his face, and she responded with a shy softness, her lips moving with his, like a whisper joining a whisper. Their breaths touched, melted together.

He pulled back, just enough to see her face. She was blushing. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her lips slightly parted, like she was still caught in that kiss. They were both breathless. As if love had taken all their air. But he smiled again-this time, fuller, deeper. His thumb ran softly over her cheek, then slid lower, touching the edge of her jaw.

And then, he kissed her again.

This time, his hand slid to the back of her neck, his fingers threading into her hair. He tilted her face upward, slowly, gently. His lips claimed hers again, not with force-but with meaning. His tongue brushed against her lower lip, and when she gasped quietly, his tongue slipped in... just once... just enough to make her breath catch.

Her fingers tightened slightly against his shoulder. She didn't pull away. She couldn't.

The world felt far. Only the sound of wind around them... the sound of horses slowing down... their hooves gently hitting the earth. The moonlight was silver, resting on their skin, making her saree glow like stars stitched into it.

Siddharth kissed her a third time. This one... deeper. A little rougher, but never hurting her. His lips pressed harder. His heart beat faster. Their bodies pressed together. Her hand clutched his shirt. His other hand stayed tight around her waist, holding her like she might slip away if he didn't.

When he finally pulled back, he didn't let her go. Instead, he looked at her again, like she was the only prayer he ever said. Then slowly, he lowered his head, not to kiss her lips again... but to kiss her hand. He raised it gently and kissed each finger, one by one. His lips brushed her knuckles, moved to her wrist, and then climbed to her bare shoulder, where he pressed a long kiss.

Noor closed her eyes again, her head falling slightly forward, her body warm, her heart loud.

And when their foreheads touched again... it wasn't just love.

Siddharth held her so close, he could feel her heartbeat on his chest. His own body shook-not from cold, but from how much love he was holding in. His breaths were uneven, chest rising too fast. The wind still blew. The horses moved gently around them. The moonlight didn't stop watching.

But inside him... everything burned. He was hot-not by air, but by the feeling he never felt before He had never wanted to kiss someone like this. Never wanted to touch someone like this. Never wanted to feel someone like this. But only Noor.

Noor was not just the girl he married. She was his heart walking outside his body. She was his breath, his ruin, his peace

His cherry
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She fell asleep.

Her head gently tilted toward the window, the corner of her pallu slipping off her shoulder. I reached out quietly and fixed it, tucking it back with care, with reverence... like I was touching something sacred.

One of her hands had unknowingly found mine, and I held it-firm, gentle. I didn't let it go. I drove with my left hand, while my right stayed wrapped around hers. Even in sleep, she trusted me with her touch.

I kept glancing at her every few seconds. My eyes couldn't stay away.

And why would they?

She looked... soft. Innocent. Like someone who didn't even know how precious she was. Her breath was slow, steady. Her lips parted ever so slightly. Her eyebrows were relaxed-like all the weight she carried during the day had been lifted now.

I remembered her eyes from this morning. How they avoided mine. How her cheeks turned pink when I stepped into the room. She couldn't even hold a cup of tea straight when I was near. Her hands shook, her voice dipped.

She was shying away.

I knew why.

After last night... after how close we got, how much she let me in... something between us had changed. She wasn't just my wife now. She was mine in a way that was deeper. Quieter. She didn't say it, but she didn't need to.

Her silence said everything.

And all morning, I tried. Tried to make her feel at ease. Talked less. Smiled more. Stood near, but not too close. Let her take her space. Let her breathe. And when she finally looked at me-really looked at me-I swear, something inside me came to life.

I think that's what love does. Not the loud, dramatic kind. But the kind that moves quietly. Like water around stone. Like sunlight slipping through windows.
Now, she was asleep beside me.

And I drove slowly, carefully. As if even the bumps on the road should not dare disturb her.

The house came into view. The Rajvardhan house stood under the night like a quiet mountain-majestic, still, dark from the outside. I checked the time.
9:27 p.m.

We hadn't eaten dinner, but we were okay. The fruits and snacks she packed in her little bag had done their job. She made me eat more than she did.

I remembered her trying to feed me banana slices with that annoyed expression on her face because I was on a call. God, even her scolding feels like a blessing now.

I brought the car to a gentle stop outside the gate and slowly removed my hand from hers.

I got out, walked toward the watchman who was half-asleep on his stool. I dropped the keys in his palm.
"Paanch minute baad jaake car park kar dena."
("Park the car after five minutes.")

He straightened up immediately, nodding with a sleepy "Ji, sir."

My voice was natural, serious. I didn't have to raise it. I never did. But inside... inside, I was something else entirely.
I turned back.
Opened the door gently.
And there she was.

Asleep.
Still.
Like a secret the world wasn't allowed to know.

A smile slowly curved on my lips. The kind I never wore in public. The kind only she brings out in me. Her hands were curled like a baby's near her chest, her bangles resting like they were exhausted too.

I bent forward. Slid one arm under her legs, the other behind her back.

And I lifted her.

She fit perfectly in my arms.

Her head dropped gently onto my chest as if she belonged there.

I held her tighter.

Her body was warm, her breath tickling the base of my neck. She smelled like sandalwood and jasmine.

The air was still, quiet.
I stepped into the house. Not a single light in the hallway. Not a single sound. My footsteps were the only thing breaking the silence, and even they sounded too loud in this moment.

As I began climbing and just then my Noor smiled in her sleep.
Just like that.

It did something to me. I don't know what. But it made my chest ache in the best way. Made me feel like I was carrying something fragile. Something the world could never deserve, but I somehow got lucky.

We reached our room.

I opened the door with one hand, careful not to jolt her. I pushed the door closed with my foot and walked to the bed and slowly placed her down.

She frowned a little, moving her hand near her waist. The sari's pleats were tight, uncomfortable. I knew. She couldn't sleep in this. She never could.
I brushed her hair back, tucked it behind her ear, and whispered softly-
"Aaram se sojaiye, Noor."
("Sleep peacefully, Noor.")

Then I stood for a moment, just watching her. Breathing her in.

I turned, walked to the closet, and pulled out her night suit-soft cotton, pastel pink, with little white flowers. Her favorite.

I brought it back and stood in front of her again.

She was still sleeping, her chest rising slowly.

I leaned down, pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. And stayed there for a few seconds.

"Shh,Main hoon yahin."
("I'm right here.")

I whispered it like a vow. And meant it like a prayer.

I leaned in and slowly pulled the saree away from her shoulder. Softly. Gently. As the cloth slipped off, I saw her upper chest... it was full of hickeys.

Dozens of them. Purple. Blue. Some even looked like they were softly bruised.

I froze.

My lips curved into a smile, a smile that was sorry & proud too.

She looked so delicate, so messed up, and so mine.

I unclasped her blouse hook carefully... and then, her bra. Her upper body lay bare in front of me, untouched by the world but marked by me.

And right then...

"Hmm..."

A soft whimper escaped her lips.

I looked at her.

God.

The way her nose scrunched a little... the way her brows pressed as she curled into herself like a baby... her one wrist clutched in the other... trying to cuddle it.

"Bacchi hai aap Noor..." I whispered, brushing a finger on her cheek.
["You're just a baby, Noor..."]

I swear, every time she trusts me like this, it does something to me. Makes me feel like the only man alive. Like I'm worthy. Like I matter.

I bent down, pressing soft kisses over every mark I had left on her. Not in lust.

In devotion.

One by one.
Every bruise.
Every hickey.

As if I could worship her pain away.

Her body twitched a little near her sleeves. I knew she could feel me.

I smiled.

I pulled back, and then, with the same softness, I changed her clothes. I took my time with each layer. I made sure her body was warm, covered, and clean.

And then... I knelt near her leg.

Her anklet caught my eye.

I bent down and kissed feet over her anklet Slowly. Carefully.

I stayed there for a few seconds. My lips on her skin. My eyes closed.

How could someone look so divine?

"Apse door rehna mushkil hota ja raha hai, Noor..."
["It's getting harder to stay away from you, Noor..."]

And I meant it.

This... this need to touch her. To feel her. To breathe in the same air she does. It's not a habit anymore.

It's survival.

I kissed her forehead again. Her chest was rising softly. She was asleep.

I forced myself to stand. Went into the washroom. Washed my face. Splashed some cold water over myself. Tried to settle my racing chest.

When I came back...

The room was dark.

She had turned to the other side. Her face was toward the door.

And then... my eyes landed on it.

The damn cherry pillow.

Sitting proudly on the sofa like it owned the place. Why was that thing still inside our room?

I paused.

My jaw clenched.

"Fuck..." I muttered under my breath.

I hated that thing.

Before marriage, even after it, this stupid cherry pillow was her cuddle partner. Not me.

Still haunts me.

I walked over, picked it up, and threw it across the room.

Yes.

Yes, that's his place.

I crawled into the bed. Came close to her. Wrapped my hand around her waist and slid it slowly under her loose shirt till my palm rested over her bare skin.

She shivered.

God, I love that reaction.

I pulled her closer. My face hid in her chest, right over her heart.

I unbuttoned a few of her shirt buttons. Not to touch her. But just to feel her skin against my cheek.

I closed my eyes.

Her scent.

Sandalwood. Jasmine. Noor.

All of it.

It calms me.

This is home.

This is peace.

This is what I was made for.

I don't need anything else tonight.

Just her in my arms.
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"Beshram hote ja rahe hai aap."
(You're getting more and more shameless.)

There it was. Her morning ritual.

My lips twitched.

It took everything in me not to smile.

And like always, she didn't stop there.

"Yeh nishaan to pata nahi kab jayenge..."
(God knows when these marks will fade...)

Aah. Now I knew what she had seen. I almost chuckled.

The hickeys. She must have seen the ones I left on her chest last night. She must've looked at them while dressing or checking herself in the mirror.

And she was complaining now.

My shamelessness, apparently.

If only she knew how much her complaining turned me on. How badly I wanted to pull her back under me, make her complain even more, make her say my name while punching my shoulder, calling me badmash with that angry-but-melting tone of hers.

She slapped my cheek.

A light one.

A playful punishment.

God, I loved her.

I didn't move.

Didn't even flinch.

I knew what was coming next.

"Pehle to Bas apne kad se raksksh lagte the, aap apni harkato sw bhi lagte hai"

And then came the nose flick. Her finger touched the tip of my nose like it had every right to. Like I belonged to her. And she was right. I did.

That was it. I couldn't hold it anymore.

I opened my eyes-slow, soft, like the way her voice felt in my ears.

And there she was.

Caught.

Eyes wide. Lips parted. Her fingers still mid-air. As if she was frozen.

God, she looked so... innocent. So beautiful.

I whispered, with a grin already curling on my face:

"Itne pyaare pati ko koi maarta hai bhala?"
(Who hits such a cute husband, huh?)

Her cheeks flushed. Red like cherry. Eyes darted to her raised hand, then back to my face. Guilt. Embarrassment. Cuteness overload. All in one look.

She blinked, stuttered.

Didn't say a word.

She jumped off the bed.

Ran straight into the bathroom.

Closed the door.

And I laughed.

I laughed like an idiot, throwing my head back on the pillow, the echo of her slap still on my cheek, the scent of her still wrapped around me. I looked toward the closed door, where I knew she was probably standing with her hand over her face, cheeks still red.

What did I do to deserve this woman?

Her every expression. Every little gesture. Her shyness. Her complaints. Her love.

I pressed my palm to my heart.

She had no idea... not even a little... how much I loved being hers.

And only hers.

Noor's heart was racing, each beat loud in her ears. Her breath quickened, and she cursed herself silently. He was awake. He was listening. Oh, God! Why did she have to say those things? Now she was stuck with the knowledge that he knew everything she had been complaining about. She felt embarrassed to her core.

Hastily, she stepped into the bathroom, feeling as if it were the only place she could escape to. She closed the door behind her, a false sense of safety surrounding her. In the bathroom, she could hide away from him for a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes, she thought, and I'll be fine.

But the moment of relief was short-lived. She heard it. The door-creaked open.

Her heart skipped. She spun around, eyes wide, her body stiffening. The bathroom door had been left unlocked. Oh no, she thought in panic. She had forgotten to lock it. The door opened fully, and there he was.

Siddharth.

His broad frame filled the doorway, and her breath hitched at the sight of him, standing there in just his boxers, his upper body exposed. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she felt a wave of heat rush to her face. What was he doing here?

He leaned against the doorframe casually, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, clearly aware of her shock. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she felt both nervous and oddly drawn to him, all at once.

The intimacy between them was undeniable now. They had crossed that line, shared moments, but now this... this was different. This wasn't just about the intimacy-it was about her being embarrassed, being caught complaining.

"Ky-Kya kar rahe hai aap?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
(What are you doing?)

Siddharth's response was smooth, as if he hadn't just walked in on her in such a state. "Shower lene aaaya hu."
(I came to take a shower.)

He walked in with purpose, and Noor, despite her embarrassment, couldn't help but notice the relaxed manner with which he moved. He was so confident, as if he wasn't rattled at all. She, on the other hand, was an absolute mess inside. Her cheeks were burning, and she could barely look at him as he closed the bathroom door behind him.

The tension was palpable, but Noor had a sudden, overwhelming sense of urgency. She knew she couldn't be late. The family must have already returned from the satsang, and if she didn't hurry, she would be the last one downstairs. But Siddharth wasn't making things easy. He was still moving toward her, looking like a predator that was about to pounce.

"Pehele hume nahane dijea."
(Let me shower first.)

Noor said, her voice trying to show calm. Trying to show him she was serious.

He didn't resist at first.

"Sath me le lete hai"

His voice, calm but mischievous, made her pulse race even faster. She wasn't going to let him trap her again. She knew the playful glint in his eyes all too well. He wanted to have a little fun, but she had other things on her mind-like getting out of here in time.

With that resolve, she stepped forward and, with one hand, grabbed his wrist, holding it firmly, while the other rested on his bicep. She could feel the muscles beneath his skin flex as she pushed him, ever so gently, toward the door.

"Koi zarurat nahi hai. Chahiye bahar."
(There's no need. Go out.)

But as she moved him closer to the door, he leaned in, eyes pleading with hers in a way that made her weak. He was close now-too close-and his deep, husky voice sent shivers down her spine.

"Par kyun?"
(But why?)

"Kyuki hume late ho jayga."
(Because I'll be late.)

She was adamant, pushing him with more force now. But he didn't back down, and his voice took on a playful edge. "Nahi hoga late pakka."
(I won't be late, I promise.)

She could feel her chest tighten with nervous anticipation. He was about to get closer again, but she held firm, unwilling to give in. She pushed him out of the bathroom, closing the door with a soft thud, her heart still racing from the unexpected encounter.

She leaned against the door for a moment, trying to steady her breath. She could hear him from the other side, protesting, his voice muffled but still filled with his usual confidence.

"Noor, yaad rakhiyega aapke sath mera ek shower udhar hai."
(Noor, remember, you owe me one shower.)

The boldness of his words caught her off guard. Her heart fluttered again, and this time, she couldn't help but smile-a bigger one, one that tugged at the corners of her lips as she tucked her hair behind her ear. God, what was he doing to her?

She whispered to herself, just loud enough for herself to hear,
"Manzoor hai."
(I agree.)

Her cheeks reddened even more at her own response, but she couldn't stop herself from smiling, feeling the heat of the moment spread through her. She had pushed him away, but a part of her was thrilled by it all. She quickly stepped into the shower, the water running over her, but her thoughts still lingered on the encounter.

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The dining table was almost empty. The plates were half-done. A quiet calm sat in the air after the soft clinking of spoons and low conversations.

Noor was sitting beside Siddharth, quietly eating her food. She hadn't said much. She never really did when elders were around. Siddharth was beside her-tall, calm, and focused on his plate.

That's when his grandfather cleared his throat and said in a low, serious voice, "Siddharth, khane ke baad jara humse miliye."

The words were simple, but Siddharth knew it meant something important. He gave a small nod and continued eating.
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Noor was in her room, after dinner Siddharth went to his grandfather's room.

She looked at the clock. It was late. The day had been long. Her skin felt sticky, her saree clinging slightly to her back. The heat these days was getting too much.

She stood up and stretched a little, breathing in deep. Then her eyes went to her phone on the table.

She picked it up casually.

Three missed calls.

Her heart skipped.

Maa?

Her mother had called her three times.

She stared at the screen, a little guilt washing over her. The phone had been on silent. It was in the room when she was at dinner.

She pressed her lips together.

"I'll talk to her after the shower," she whispered to herself, pressing the phone to her chest for a second.

She placed it back and walked toward the cupboard, picking up her towel and a change of clothes. Her feet moved slowly, as if her body was heavy from the heat.

All she wanted right now was a quick, cold shower-before Sidharth came back. Because after that he won't let her take shower in peace. Her husband is a little child with her.

She smiled softly to herself.

She had completely forgotten the morning incident, where he stood in front of her- bare, teasing her with every breath. She had pushed him out, blushing like a fool.

But now, the memory was lost in the tiredness.

She just wanted to freshen up.

Noor stepped into the bathroom, the door closing behind her with a soft click.

The water started running.

Siddharth walked into the room, rubbing his neck lightly.

The talk with his grandparents had been long. They had discussed one of the family properties. It was going to the court tomorrow, and Siddharth had to handle it. The responsibility was his now.

But his mind wasn't on the property.

It was on her.

He wanted to see Noor. He wanted to lie down beside her. He wanted to pull her into his arms, bury his face in her chest, and just breathe in her scent. He didn't want to think about court cases or family talks.

He just wanted her warmth.

But when he walked into the room...

She wasn't there.

His eyes scanned the space-empty.

His brows pulled together.

Then he heard it.

The sound of water.

The bathroom.

She was inside.

A memory flashed in his head.

The morning.

When she had pushed him out, not letting him shower with her. Her flushed face. Her shy, angry eyes.

He licked his lower lip. A slow, dangerous smirk played at the corner of his mouth.

Noor.

He pulled off his shirt in one quick motion, dropping it on the chair.

His hand went to the waistband of his pants. They came off too.

He walked toward the bathroom door, barefoot, his body warm with the thoughts of her behind that door.

Without thinking twice, Sidharth turned the knob.

And opened the door.
The bathroom was filled with the sound of falling water.

Noor stood under the shower, her back bare, water sliding down her soft skin. Her eyes were closed. The heat of the water calmed her body, and for a moment, she forgot everything.

She didn't hear the door open.

But she felt it-the change in the air.

She slowly turned her head and saw Siddharth standing there. He was bare too, his eyes only on her. Noor's eyes widened just a little, but she didn't look away. She didn't run or hide. Her cheeks turned red, but her body didn't move.

She stood there. Still. Silent.

And then he stepped under the shower.

The water touched both of them now.

Siddharth gently slid his hands around her waist, pulling her closer to him. His bare chest touched her back and her breath hitched. She could feel his warmth, his breath near her ear.

He whispered, voice low and teasing, "Shubha ka shower udhar hai aapka..."

A soft sound left her lips.

Siddharth smiled and leaned closer. He pushed her wet hair to one side and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.

Noor's fingers found his hand on her stomach and held it tightly, she dig her nail in his back if the hand.

He kissed her again. This time on her neck. Then slowly, gently, on the other shoulder. His lips were warm. Slow. Like he was telling her something without speaking.

Her breath became slower. Her body was still, but her heart was not.

Siddharth stayed close, kissing her skin like it was something he had waited years to touch. His nose brushed the back of her ear. His lips left soft, wet kisses. Her skin shivered under each one.

Noor closed her eyes.

She didn't speak.

She just felt.

And Siddharth didn't rush. He held her like she was his world. Like the world outside didn't exist anymore.

Siddharth kept kissing the side of her neck, slowly, like he had all the time in the world. The warm water from the shower ran down their bodies, but neither of them cared. His lips moved up to her ear again, brushing lightly, and Noor's fingers curled tighter around his hand that was resting on her bare stomach.

She wasn't stopping him. She didn't even move. Her breath was uneven, and her back slightly arched into him as if her body had stopped listening to her mind.

Siddharth's lips trailed lower, pressing soft kisses along her wet shoulder. He pushed her hair aside gently, carefully, almost like he didn't want to break the silence that wrapped around them. Noor closed her eyes, her cheeks burning, her heart beating so fast inside her chest.

He moved even closer, his bare chest pressing against her back. She could feel his heartbeat now, steady and strong-just like him.

Then, Siddharth whispered near her ear, his voice thick, low, and rough,
"I'm going to love you again Noor, in the way that will make us remember this night"

Noor gasped a little, and her grip on his hand tightened more. Her skin was already warm, but now she was shivering slightly-not from cold, but from him. From his touch. From the way he was making her feel things she never knew before.

Siddharth slowly turned her around to face him, his fingers gently holding her by the waist. Noor looked up at him, her eyes wide, unsure, but still not stepping away. Her lips were parted slightly, and her breathing was fast.

He looked at her for a long moment, his eyes deep, full of something she couldn't name-desire, care, hunger, love... maybe all of it.

And then he leaned in.

His lips brushed hers gently at first, almost like a question. Noor didn't pull back. She stayed still, letting him come closer. And when his lips pressed fully against hers, it was not fast. It was slow. Full of heat. Full of meaning.

It felt like everything else faded away-the shower, the world, everything. Just the sound of their breath, the feeling of his lips moving on hers, and the way her fingers slowly moved up, resting against his chest.

He pulled her closer, holding her like he didn't want to let go.

Siddharth deepened the kiss, slowly but with purpose. His lips moved against hers, and this time, it wasn't soft. It was need. It was heat. It was him saying everything he hadn't said in words. Noor's fingers clutched his shoulders, her heart thudding so loud she thought he might hear it.

The water poured over them, but they didn't even feel it anymore.

His hands moved up her back, fingers spreading, touching every inch like he was trying to memorize her. Noor gasped softly between the kiss, and Siddharth grunted low in his throat. That sound made her shiver again, her body reacting before she could stop it.

He broke the kiss only to breathe-and when he looked at her, his eyes were wild and soft at the same time. Like he wanted to consume her, but also protect her. His thumb brushed her lower lip, swollen now from his kiss.

Then, he leaned down again, trailing kisses along her jaw, back to her neck. Each kiss was slower, wetter, hungrier. His mouth moved lower, and Noor's hands held on to him like he was her only anchor.

"Aapko andaza bhi hai aap kya karti hain mujhe..." he whispered into her skin, his voice heavy, shaky. His lips found her collarbone, and he kissed there too, like he was claiming every part of her.
(You don't even know what you do to me)

Noor couldn't speak. Her legs felt weak, but Siddharth was holding her like she was the most delicate thing he ever touched-and still, like he couldn't hold back anymore.

And then, with one hand still wrapped tightly around her waist, he gently lifted her chin and kissed her again-this time slower, deeper, making sure she felt everything.

Everything he wasn't saying.

Everything he had held in.

Siddharth didn't stop kissing Noor's neck. His lips moved slowly, taking in her warmth, his breath hot against her skin. Her body shivered slightly under his touch, but she didn't pull away. She tilted her head a little, giving him more space. Her heart was racing, her breath a little unsteady.

He wrapped both arms around her, pulling her even closer. His hands moved down, strong and warm, resting on her hips. Noor's bare skin burned under his touch. He pressed his chest softly against her back, their bodies now tightly connected, no space in between. She could feel every beat of his heart against her spine.

"Aap bahut khubsurat hai Noor," he whispered, his voice deep, almost like a growl.
(You are so beautiful Noor)

Noor didn't answer. She couldn't. Her cheeks were hot, her eyes half shut, and her hands gripped his arms, searching for stability.

Siddharth bent a little and started leaving soft kisses from her shoulder to the side of her neck again. He moved slowly, almost like he was memorizing her skin. His hands slid up gently, fingers brushing her waist, then resting just below her chest for a second-waiting, asking without words.

He kissed her again, behind her ear, then whispered low, "Main bas aapme kho jana chahta hu Cherry"
(I just want to get lost in you cherry)

Siddharth held her closer, their bodies warm and soaked under the steady rhythm of the water. Noor's breath caught in her throat as his hands rested gently on her waist. His lips never left her skin, tracing soft paths along her neck, then to her shoulder-slow, lingering kisses that made her shiver in the heat.

He whispered her name like a prayer against her skin. "Noor..." His voice was rough, but gentle. Hungry, but worshipful. Like he needed her more than the air he was breathing.

The way her back arched when he moved closer, the way her chest rose and fell like the waves-he noticed it all. His hands stayed firm at her sides, grounding them both in that moment.

Their foreheads touched for a brief second. Their eyes met-and in that silence, nothing else existed. Not the world, not the noise, not the past.

Only the present.

Only them.

And then, he tilted her chin up and kissed her-slow at first, careful like she was made of something sacred.

Siddharth's lips didn't stop. He was drinking in the feel of her skin like he had been parched for years. His breath was warm against her neck as he whispered things she couldn't even understand - not because they weren't in words, but because her heart was beating too loud in her ears.

Noor leaned back into him, her breath shallow, her fingers gently holding onto his wrist that stayed wrapped around her waist.

His hand moved upward, slow but sure, like it knew the rhythm of her heartbeat better than she did. His fingers brushed along her ribs, trembling slightly, until they rested over her chest - and when they did, Siddharth paused. Just for a moment. As if the world had stilled.

Noor didn't move. She couldn't. Her body had become too aware - of the water running down her back, of his chest pressed against hers, of the soft sigh that escaped her lips without permission.

He leaned in, his lips grazing her shoulder, then the curve just above her chest. There was a worship in his kiss. A need wrapped in silence. A hunger restrained, but barely.

Siddharth tilted his head and whispered against her skin, "You are doing so good. Keep loving me"

And Noor? She believed him. In that moment, under the hush of running water, wrapped in nothing but his arms and a thousand unsaid things... she believed him completely.

Their bodies touched - fully, gently - and her arms went around his neck. Siddharth's hands slid down her back, strong and warm, and then, without asking, he lifted her - just a little, just enough. Her breath caught, her lips parted, but she didn't say a word.

Her back softly hit the cold wall of the shower, and the contrast made her shiver. But his warmth was right there, covering her, calming her, burning her all at once.

His mouth moved to her neck again, and then down - lower this time. He kissed over her collarbone, then gently traced the swell of her breast with his lips, slow and warm. Noor bit her lip, her hands moving to hold onto his shoulders.

He cupped her breasts with both hands, looking up at her just once - his eyes asking something she couldn't hear, but felt deep inside.

And then he leaned down... kissing her again. This time on her breast. Softly. Then deeper. Slower. Again and again.

Noor gasped. Her head fell back against the wall, her fingers digging into his skin. Her body shook - not in fear, not in doubt - but in feeling. In surrender.

Siddharth didn't speak. He just worshipped her. With his lips. With his hands. With everything he had.

Siddharth's breath grew heavier, brushing against her damp skin as he slowly leaned down. The soft trickle of water from the shower echoed around them, but all Noor could hear was the pounding of her heart.

Noor's hands had already curled around his arms, gripping him with a softness that spoke volumes - not just of desire, but of trust.

With every breath, Siddharth seemed to sink deeper into her, as though he was trying to memorise every inch of her, every sigh she gave him.

Noor arched slightly against him, shy but not hesitant. Her eyes closed, her fingers slipping into his hair, not to pull him away - but to keep him close.

His mouth moved in worship, not just with hunger, but with a kind of silent promise. And then he lifted his face just a little, looking up at her with dark, burning eyes.

"You make me forget the world," he whispered, voice low and ragged - like a man lost in a storm, yet finding his shelter in her skin.

Noor didn't answer.
She didn't need to.

Her silence said everything - cheeks flushed, lips trembling, breath caught somewhere between surrender and anticipation. Her eyes, glazed with emotion, met his like an unfinished prayer.

He took her nipples into his mouth - slow, reverent - his lips wrapping around the soft, aching peak of her. A moan escaped her throat, soft like the whisper of silk against bare skin. He flicked his tongue again, gentle but desperate, like he was trying to memorize her taste, burn it into his soul.

She arched beneath him - her body offering itself, her back lifting off the soaked sheets. Water droplets kissed her bare skin, trailing down curves that looked carved from a dream.

But she was here.
Real.
Breathing.
His.

With one hand still lost in the softness of her breast, the other moved lower - fingers gliding between her thighs, finding the warm, pulsing truth of her desire. Her lips parted - not in shock, not in fear - but in something so raw and vulnerable, it made his heart ache.

He watched her - unraveling, wordless, exquisite - and for a moment, he wondered if heaven was something he'd found between her gasps.

The water fell around them, warm and steady, but his presence against her skin burned hotter than the shower ever could.

Siddharth had her pressed against the cold wall, her body trembling - not from fear, but from the quiet storm inside her. Her back met the tiles, cool and smooth, while his mouth moved with purpose.

He took one breast in his mouth, lips wrapping around her soft, sensitive peak. His tongue flicked against her hardened nipple slowly, tasting her, teasing her.

Once

Twice

Thrice

Noor let out a quiet gasp - her hand reached for his shoulder, not to stop him... just to hold on. Her face flushed, lips parted, eyes falling shut. She wasn't used to this. She wasn't prepared for the way he worshipped her body - so deeply, so silently.

And then he moved to the other breast giving it the same attention - licking, sucking, tasting - as if he belonged there. As if her body was his prayer mat, and he'd kneel a thousand times to feel her like this.

"AAahh"

A soft moan escaped her, but it was shy, hesitant - like she didn't even mean to make it. Her thighs pressed together, trying to calm the new ache building between them, but his hand was already there - already exploring.

His fingers slid between her legs, warm and certain. He cupped her softly at first, just feeling her. She was hot - almost burning - and he let out a quiet groan against her skin.

"So warm," he whispered against her breast, voice rough. "So soft."

Noor tried to keep still, but she couldn't. Her body leaned into his touch without thinking. Her heart thudded against her chest, and her toes curled slightly against the wet floor. Still, her eyes stayed lowered, lips parted, her breath catching now and then. She looked like a girl caught in a secret - delicate, innocent, and unsure how to hold this feeling inside her chest.

Siddharth's thumb gently started rubbing her clit - slow circles, tender but firm. She flinched lightly, her knees trembling under his touch, a soft gasp falling from her lips.

Her eyes fluttered open, only to find him looking at her - deeply, darkly, like she was everything he ever wanted. There was no cruelty in his eyes, no greed - only obsession. Only love, burning quietly and powerfully behind his silence.

Still holding her in place, his mouth moved lower. He kissed her skin - first between her breasts, then down the middle of her belly. Each kiss slow, wet, and warm against her cold body. The contrast made her breath hitch, made her fingers slide into his wet hair.

She held him like that - softly, uncertainly - her touch feather-light, as if afraid she'd break the moment.

He knelt before her, lips now sucking gently on her stomach. She looked down at him, shyly, cheeks burning, hands still resting in his hair.

The water poured around them, but inside that moment, there was silence.

Only her breath.
Only his mouth.
Only them.

Siddharth kissed her belly gently, like she was fragile - like each kiss was a promise never to break her. His lips moved lower, slowly, tracing the dip of her waist, the rise and fall of her stomach.

Then his lips reached her navel.

He paused there, his breath warm against her wet skin. Noor's hands trembled where they rested on his shoulders, unsure if she should pull him away or hold him closer. Her lashes fluttered shut.

Siddharth's tongue flicked against the center of her navel, teasing. Noor gasped softly - the sound barely louder than the shower around them. He looked up at her, checking her face, making sure she was okay.

Her eyes were still closed. Her head was thrown back gently against the wall, lips parted, chest rising and falling as if she couldn't keep up with her own breath. Her wet hair clung to her skin - the dark strands trailing down her neck and chest. The marks he had left earlier - soft red hickeys and glistening wetness - decorated her bare body.

And she was beautiful. So soft. So untouched in her reaction. And she was his - only his.

He kissed around her navel, softly circling it with it tongue before pushing his tongue in. Noor jolted slightly, the sudden heat of his tongue against the cold of her body making her shiver.

Her fingers dug into his shoulder for support.

Siddharth gently caught her hand and interlaced their fingers - grounding her, steadying her.

"Shh,I've got you," he whispered. His voice was low, filled with something deeper than just desire. It was devotion.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he leaned back a little and gently lifted one of Noor's thighs. Noor's body which wasn't in her control obeyed.

She looked down at him, eyes wide, startled - her cheeks turned a deep shade of red. She wasn't used to this closeness. Her heart skipped a beat. Her lips parted to say something, but no words came out.

He placed her one thigh carefully over his shoulder, his large hand entwined together with her to support her.

Noor gripped his shoulders, not harshly - just enough to hold on. Her other hand still tangled with his, their fingers locked.

Then, with a slow, reverent motion, Siddharth lowered his head again.

He kissed her inner thigh first - soft, tender kisses, like she was sacred. And then he found her center.

Noor gasped the moment his tongue touched her.

He flicked once - just once - over her clit, and her entire body shivered.

Her back arched slightly, but she couldn't escape the feeling even if she tried.

Siddharth didn't rush.

He circled her softly with his tongue, then licked lower and back up - tasting her, learning her. His hands gripped her thighs gently, holding her steady, grounding her against the wall.

She looked down at him through half-lidded eyes, her face glowing red, wet lashes heavy. His name wanted to fall from her lips, but her voice caught in her throat.

And all she could do... was feel.

Water from the shower kept falling over them, tiny droplets sliding down her bare skin, glistening like pearls on her soft body. Her thigh rested over his shoulder now, his strong hands holding her steady. Her breathing was shallow - the kind that made her chest rise and fall like a trembling wave.

She looked down at him.

He was already looking up - dark, unreadable eyes locked on her face like he wanted to remember every flicker of her reaction. And then, without a word, he dipped his head with their eyes locked.

His lips found her again.

A kiss - soft at first - just his mouth pressing against her warmth.

Noor's head hit the wall lightly as her eyes fluttered shut. She wasn't used to this. The way he touched her. The way he made her feel without saying anything. Her hands gripped his hair, not hard, not wild - just holding him close, as if she wasn't sure what else to hold on to.

He licked her slowly - teasing, learning the rhythm of her breath.

His tongue flicked against her, warm and wet and maddening. Then again, slower, firmer - and Noor's back arched.

Siddharth exhaled against her skin, his breath hot, his mouth hungry.

He licked in circles, slow at first, then faster, and then slow again - like he was testing what made her tremble. She tried to hold in a sound, but it slipped out anyway - a soft whimper, almost confused by the feeling.

He loved that sound.

His grip on her thighs tightened just a little.

Noor's other hand moved to the wall behind her, trying to steady herself. Her knees felt weak, her heart was fluttering too fast, and she couldn't stop the soft flush climbing up her neck.

Siddharth shifted slightly, lowering himself further.

Then he dragged his tongue lower, teasing her entrance. Noor's breath hitched, her lashes fluttering.

And then-he pushed his tongue inside.

Her body jolted.

A gasp escaped her lips - this time, louder. Her hips bucked slightly, but Siddharth's hands held her firmly in place. His tongue moved inside her, slow and deep, and Noor couldn't understand how something could feel so intense and soft at the same time.

His tongue moved with slow thrusts, tasting her like she was something rich and forbidden.

He kept watching her face.

He wanted to see the exact moment she broke - from pleasure,from feeling too much at once.

Her lips were parted. Her head thrown back. Her chest rising and falling with every shaky breath. Her nipples were hardened, and the marks he'd left earlier glowed softly against her flushed skin.

She wasn't desperate.

She wasn't wild.

She was just... shy.

Soft.

Completely overwhelmed by him.

And Siddharth - he looked like a man who'd found his prayer in her body. He devoured her like he needed it to survive, but every touch, every flick of his tongue, was done with devotion.

He groaned lowly against her, the sound vibrating through her - making her tremble again.

Her fingers gripped his hair tighter.

He kissed her again - slower this time, more tenderly - and when he looked up at her, her eyes met his with a helpless kind of softness. Like she didn't know what to say. Like her body was saying it all.

And he... just kept going.

Because Siddharth wasn't done worshipping yet.

The soft little gasps she made-those breathy, almost hesitant sounds-were making him wild in the quietest way. He wanted her exactly like this. Shy. Soft. Innocent in the way she let him love her body like it was made only for him.

His tongue slid out again, flicking gently at her clit, and Noor's leg on his shoulder tensed, her toes curling just a little.

She let out a breathy, "Siddharth..." barely a whisper. Almost unsure.

He Hummed in response and kissed her deeper.

"Humm"

His tongue flattened, pressing against her again, sliding up and down in slow strokes. Then he circled her bud, slow, teasing, pausing just to feel the way her thighs trembled around his shoulders.

Her hands were still in his hair. Not pulling. Not pushing. Just holding on. Just... needing something to anchor her to this moment.

And he felt that.

He felt everything.

He reached up, his large hand finding hers, fingers interlacing with hers gently, grounding her, letting her know she wasn't alone in this storm he was creating inside her.

She-Who was not knowing what was happening with her, she who was list in warm touches that were ready to burn her, hesitantly looked down at him-cheeks flushed, chest heaving, lips parted-and his eyes darkened, tongue still moving slowly over her.

Then he did it again.

Thrust his tongue inside her.

Slow.

Deep.

And Noor let out a sound this time-soft, high, and breathy. Her head rolled back. Her stomach clenched. She didn't expect that. She didn't even know she could feel this much.

He groaned against her warmth, and the vibration made her legs twitch.

Siddharth's hands tightened around her waist as he moved his mouth with purpose now-switching between sucking gently on her sensitive bud and thrusting his tongue inside her folds, slow and rhythmic, like he wanted her to remember this forever.

Water kept running above them, but all she could feel was his mouth.

His warmth.

His tongue.

His devotion.

Her body began to react-hips shifting slightly, thighs shaking, her breath growing more uneven, She was... undone. Quietly unraveling under his touch.

She whispered his name again, barely audible, her voice trembling. "Aarth"

And Siddharth looked up.

Her hair was stuck to her neck and shoulder, damp and dark, her lips red and swollen from the way she kept biting them. Her eyes were half-lidded, cheeks painted in the softest red. Her whole body looked like it had surrendered to him-and yet, she hadn't said a word.

Because she didn't need to.

He kissed her once more-one deep, slow lick-and then placed a soft kiss against her inner thigh, eyes still locked on hers, chest rising with heavy breaths.

And Noor... Noor was just feeling the overwhelmed feeling there, held up by the wall and by him. Her hand still in his. Her heart still skipping.

And Siddharth?

He wasn't done yet.

Siddharth didn't rush. His movements were deliberate, each one slow, as if he wanted to savor every reaction, every soft tremble that coursed through her body.

Noor's breathing was shallow now, faster with each press of his tongue, each flick, each deep, steady stroke against her. Her head was still tipped back, her eyes fluttering closed, but her body was no longer just still. It shifted subtly, instinctively, against his mouth, desperate for more of him. She clutched his hair tighter, but even that, she did softly-gently, as if she didn't want to overwhelm the space between them, though everything inside her screamed for more.

Siddharth's hands were everywhere-guiding her, holding her, his fingers brushing against the soft, sensitive skin of her thighs, her waist. And then his hand moved up, captured one of her nipples, pinching it hard making her lips part.

His mouth didn't relent, moving slowly from one part of her to another, keeping a rhythm that was maddening. He wanted to feel her unravel beneath him, wanted to hear those soft sounds escape her lips. And then his finger, brushed against her sensitive clit where he just flicked his tongue.

And then he traveled down, and with-one gentle push- his fingers pressed inside her. The movement was slow, careful, as though he was learning her body again with every touch, every sensation.

Noor's body froze at first, a slight gasp slipping from her lips. Her eyes opened wide, looking down at him. But there was no panic. No resistance. Only a soft vulnerability in the way she let him in. Let him stretch her.

Siddharth's lips stayed against her, never stopping their rhythmic exploration, his eyes watching her carefully, waiting for the shift. He didn't want her to feel uncomfortable, didn't want to rush anything. His mouth, though, was unrelenting in its devotion.

And then, he moved. Slowly.

Stretching her slowly, making her feel inch & inch of her finger inside her. And then he added -

Another finger.

Litle more stretch. And this time, the shift in Noor was evident. Her hands gripped his hair more urgently now, her body arching just slightly-almost as if it couldn't stay still any longer. Her breath hitched.

Siddharth knew the moment it hit her. That sweet release. Her body trembled under his touch, and for a split second, time itself seemed to stop.

Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting in a soft gasp, her hands still grasping his hair, but now with an urgency that matched the tremors racking her body. She came. Slowly, but powerfully, the tremors taking her over in soft, controlled waves.

Siddharth didn't stop. He continued, flicking his tongue over her juice & over sensitive clit. his mouth still working over her, gentle yet unyielding. The sound of his lips moving against her was all that filled the space between them, the water still cascading around them but feeling miles away from the intense connection they shared.

And when it finally slowed-when Noor's breath began to steady, her body softening, he lifted his head. His lips were wet with her, his breath ragged, but he didn't move away.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes still on her. She was breathless-flushed, disheveled, but with a look of complete surrender.

He stood up then, reaching for her, pulling her gently into him. She leaned into his warmth, her breath still heavy, and he wrapped his arms around her, supporting her as she steadied herself against him.

"You did so well, I'm so proud of you," he whispered softly, his voice low and rough, his hand now moving in her wet hairs.

Noor let her head fall against his chest, her hands still resting weakly against him. She felt dizzy, like the world was spinning in slow motion. He held her close, his arms strong, his body a steady anchor against the overwhelming emotions coursing through her.

Without a word, he lifted her in his arms. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her body still trembling. He carried her, her face pressed against his chest, her breath steadying with each step.

He walked them both to the bed, laying her down gently, but even then, he didn't let go of her.

The room was heavy with the sound of their breathing. Noor's chest rose and fell rapidly, her skin flushed with warmth from the intensity of everything that had passed between them.

Siddharth, equally out of breath, held her close, his hand gently brushing the strands of hair away from her face. His fingers lingered on her skin as if trying to memorize the feel of her, the warmth of her presence.

Noor's cheeks were red, not just from the heat but from the depth of emotions stirring inside her. She could feel her heart pounding, and with every breath, she tried to calm the racing thoughts. Siddharth's presence was overwhelming, but in a way that made her feel more alive than she ever had before.

As she lay there, her mind still grappling with the magnitude of what had just happened, she unknowingly turned her head to meet his gaze. Her eyes were soft, yet there was a vulnerability in them-one he had never seen before. It did something to him. A undying urge to make her his repeatedly appeared with a burn.

He looked at her, his jaw clenched tightly, fighting to keep himself composed. His emotions were a chaotic mess, but nothing in that moment seemed more important than her.

Her hand moved, hesitant at first, then gently curled around his body, as if grounding herself in his warmth. Siddharth, feeling her move closer, felt his heart tighten. It was a tender, protective feeling that swept over him.

He kissed her forehead, soft, steady, as if to reassure her that everything was okay. He let her breathe. Let her come down from her high. He was still hard. The pain flowing in his body but he let her breath. His lips found her flushed cheeks & he started kissing her softly. After minutes of laying on the bed, both wet & hot he looked at her. His eyes still dark.

His voice, quiet but steady, broke the silence.

"Do you want me to continue, Cherry?" His words were laced with care, giving her the power to decide. His heart was pounding now, but his respect for her emotions was louder than the pull of his desire.

Noor's face flushed even deeper, but she didn't look from him first & then with her half opened eyes she looked at him. The rawness of the moment was too much to deny, and for the first time, she truly saw him-everything about him. Her lips trembled slightly as she nodded, a silent yes that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

Siddharth's breath caught in his throat, his heart beating harder as he leaned down, his lips brushing against hers. He kissed her gently, slowly, as though each moment with her was fragile, and he didn't want to break it. He took himself in his hand. The hot hard member ready to get in action. He pumped himself once

Twice

Before lining it against her, and then he rubbed it on her core, up & down. Coating it with her wetness.

"Noor" he called her. Her eyes, filled with shyness and need to feel him more closer locked with him and with the eye contact- he pushed himself in.

He could feel the tears in her eyes before they even came, and the way she tightened her hold on him, almost as if she was trying to keep herself grounded, scared to let go.

He kissed away the first tear that fell, his touch so soft it was almost reverent. "You're doing good my cherry," he whispered, his voice low, steady, "We're almost there."

Noor's eyes closed tightly, her entire body tense as she fought to adjust to the change. Siddharth stayed still, his entire being focused on her, giving her the time she needed, the space to feel comfortable. He kept his gaze on her, watching her face as the tension slowly melted away. There was something in her eyes now-something more than just pain. It was something more fragile and beautiful than he had ever expected.

"Can I move, Cherry?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion, his lips still brushing against her skin, waiting for her permission.

Her breath hitched the moment he filled her, her back arching slightly beneath him. Siddharth stilled, eyes locked on her face, watching every flicker of pain, every twitch of her lips, until she slowly opened her eyes. Those tear-filled orbs met his, and she didn't speak-but he saw the answer in them.

And in that moment, Siddharth's heart swelled. He didn't push her. He moved slowly, carefully, each movement a quiet promise. With every breath, he could feel the bond between them grow, not just physical, but emotional-a connection that felt almost sacred. They weren't just two people in a room; they were two souls sharing something no one else could understand.

His hips rolled forward, slow, controlled-testing her limits. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, holding on, grounding herself, and Siddharth groaned at the way her body pulled him in, tight and warm.

He kissed her lips again, gently, then deeper-then rougher, with hunger, like he'd been waiting for this moment far too long. His hands slid down, cupping her cheeks as he moved inside her, slow and deep, like he was memorizing every inch of her from the inside out.

His lips trailed along her jaw, then to the shell of her ear. "You're mine," he breathed, voice heavy, and his words sent a shiver down her spine. He bit gently at her lobe, then kissed it, while his rhythm grew bolder, firmer.

Thrust

Thrust

Thrust

Noor gasped beneath him, her hands fisting in the sheets as he moved faster, her breath mixing with his. He shifted slightly, angling deeper, and her soft moan told him he'd found the spot. He kept hitting it, again and again, while his fingers moved to intertwine with hers beside her head.

His free hand slid down her side, gripping her hip as he pulled her into each thrust, the tension between them tightening, the sounds of skin against skin echoing between the walls.

Siddharth dipped his head again, kissing along her neck-hot, open kisses-then dragged his tongue along her collarbone before sinking his teeth in just enough to leave her breathless.

"You feel so good, Cherry," he muttered, voice almost shaking.

Her body writhed under him, moving in rhythm now, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. His thrusts grew rougher, more desperate, as if he needed to lose himself in her. His hair fell forward, and she pushed it back, her palm holding the side of his face, their eyes clashing mid-movement.

He pressed his forehead to hers, lips brushing hers between gasps, their breaths mingling, warm and shaky.

"Perfect cherry, you are doing perfect for your Aarth" he said again, this time like a promise, a confession, a warning.

And he kept moving-until her gasps turned into soft cries, until her body shook around him. But he didn't stop. Not yet.

"Fuck fuck fuck"

His thrust now desperate-his body pressing into hers like he couldn't get close enough. Noor arched beneath him, her moans trembling as they left her lips.

Her voice broke through the heat of the moment, breathless and shaky-"Ahh, Aarth..."

That was it. That sound, that voice-it pushed him over the edge of control.

He leaned down, capturing her breast in his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around her sensitive skin before biting on it.

Her body jerked in response, hands gripping the sheets, legs curling tighter around him. He groaned against her, the vibration rumbling through her chest as his hand found her other breast, fingers pinching and teasing the hardened peak.

She whimpered-torn between pleasure and overstimulation-and he didn't stop. He couldn't.

His free hand slid lower, between her thighs, rubbing her where she needed him the most. Her breath caught-high, broken, her hips bucking into his touch.

"Come for me, Cherry," he whispered into her skin, lips brushing her breast. "I want to feel you lose it around me."

She could feel everything-his weight pressing down, the thick, hot length of him inside her, the pressure of every vein, every ridge. His lips parted. Body burning & covered with sweat.

He then pulled himself completely out and then He filled her completely, stretching her again, like it was the first time all over. Her body wasn't used to him. Maybe it never would be. He was too much, and yet she wanted more.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders. He know he was near her limits.

"Breath Noor" he murmured, kissing her chin, her lips. "Its almost over, hmm breath"

He thrust deeper, harder, holding her in place with his body, his touch, his breath. The world blurred around them-just skin, sweat, gasps, and the wild sound of hearts pounding like war drums.

And then-her body tightened, breath hitching, eyes flying open. He felt it-the way she clenched around him, the ripple of her release shaking through her, raw and beautiful.

Siddharth bit back a groan, losing rhythm for a moment. "That's it, Cherry. That's my good girl."

And still, he didn't stop.

Siddharth couldn't look away.

His body was moving on instinct, but his eyes-his whole soul-was locked on Noor.

Her head tilted back slightly against the pillow, her lips parted, breaths choppy and uneven. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin damp with heat, glowing under him. Her brows arched, and when he shifted his hips just right, her soft cry-broken, needy-hit him like lightning.

But it wasn't just the sound.

It was her face.

The way it twisted in pure pleasure, the way her eyes fluttered shut, and then-opened. Just for him.

She looked up at him, and something cracked wide open in his chest. Her lashes trembled. Her mouth quivered. From the butterflies, the intense raw feeling.

And then-her body clenched hard around him. He felt it-her release. Raw, powerful. She was unraveling right beneath him, her nails dragging down his back, her hips jerking upward to meet every desperate thrust.

And she moaned his name.

Not softly.

Not gently.

But like it was all she knew.

"Siddharth-"

That did it.

He groaned-deep, low, and not in control anymore. His rhythm faltered, rougher now. He leaned down, mouth trailing down her jaw to her neck, licking up the sweat there before capturing her lips in a hard, breathless kiss.

"Fuck-Noor," he gasped against her lips. "You're... you're gonna ruin me."

One hand slid to her breast, squeezing softly before pinching her peak, earning another breathless sound from her that drove him mad. His other hand slipped between them, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves again-rubbing with purpose, determined to drag every last ounce of pleasure out of her.

Her face contorted again. She was there-again.

And Siddharth was watching every second.

Her lips trembled, her eyes locked with his, and then-she broke. Again. Harder. He felt her clench even tighter, and her thighs shook around his waist.

The look on her face as she shattered, that glowing, wild, perfect expression-that's what did it.

He groaned, head tipping back, eyes clenching shut. Then he dropped his gaze again-because he couldn't not look. He had to see her like that.

He thrust one last time-deep, firm, completely inside her-and then he let go. A rough, raw sound ripped from his throat as he spilled into her, body jerking with the intensity of it all. Everything-everypart of him-was inside her.

She was shaking, breathless, glowing.

And he was wrecked
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