Warning : Mature

Armaan's eyes widened in surprise as he gazed at the small, charming home in front of him, its exterior a warm, sun-kissed beige that seemed to glow in the fading light of day. The house was nestled among the lush greenery of the outskirts of Udaipur, its tranquil surroundings a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of city life. 

Armaan's mother, Shivani, stood beside him, her expression equally astonished, her eyes scanning the house as if trying to take in every detail. But it was Abhira, his wife, who seemed to be radiating the most joy, her face aglow with a bright, infectious smile that seemed to light up the entire surroundings.

As Abhira swept her arm across the front of the house, her eyes sparkled with excitement, like a child unveiling a treasured secret. "Welcome to 'The Kaira Home'," she announced, her voice filled with warmth and pride, as if she were sharing a precious gift with her loved ones. 

Armaan's gaze shifted to the house, taking in its quaint, rustic charm, the intricate carvings on the wooden doors, and the colorful flowers that bloomed in the garden. The house seemed to exude a sense of warmth and welcome, as if it were embracing them with open arms.

 Abhira's smile grew even wider as she gazed at the house, her eyes shining with a deep affection, and Armaan couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and curiosity about this little home that seemed to hold so much significance for his wife.

"Chaliye andar chaliye," Abhira said, her voice bubbling with excitement, as she held her husband's and mother-in-law's hands, guiding them inside the house. As soon as they stepped across the threshold, they were met with a thick layer of dust and dirt that seemed to have accumulated over time. 

Armaan and Shivani both let out a cough, their eyes watering slightly from the dust. Abhira's smile faltered for a moment, and she chuckled nervously, "Kaafi time se band tha naa isliye...no problem, we can clean it right?" She tried to reassure them, but her eyes betrayed a hint of embarrassment at the state of the house.

 Despite the initial shock, Armaan's eyes softened as he looked at Abhira, and he gave her hand a gentle squeeze, "It's okay, we'll make it beautiful again," he said, his voice filled with encouragement. Shivani, too, seemed to relax, her expression turning from shock to curiosity as she began to take in the old house's charm.

"Yeh ghar kiska hai, Abhira beta?" Shivani asked gently, her curiosity getting the better of her. Abhira didn't respond, instead, she walked over to a corner of the room where a portrait was covered with a cloth. 

She carefully removed the cloth, revealing a family photo underneath. The photo showed a couple, smiling and happy, with their son standing beside them, and their newborn daughter cradled in her mother's arms. 

The baby's tiny hands were clasped around her mother's finger, and her small face was scrunched up in a adorable expression. The family's faces were filled with joy, and their eyes sparkled with love.

 Abhira's eyes lingered on the photo, a mix of emotions playing on her face. Armaan and Shivani exchanged a curious glance, sensing that there was a story behind the photo, and the house. Shivani's eyes returned to Abhira, filled with a gentle inquiry, as if asking her to share the secrets that the old house held. The air was filled with a sense of nostalgia, and the silence was palpable, as if the photo had unlocked a door to the past.

"Maa, Khadoosmaan," Abhira said, a soft smile playing on her lips as she used the nickname she had affectionately given Armaan. "Yeh ghar meri nani ka hai," she explained, her eyes still fixed on the old family photo.

 "Nanu ne unhe yeh ghar gift kiya tha," she added, a hint of nostalgia creeping into her voice. As she spoke, Abhira's eyes seemed to glaze over, lost in memories of her grandparents and the stories they must have shared.

 Armaan's expression softened, and he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind Abhira's ear, his touch filled with affection and understanding. Shivani's eyes, too, were filled with a deep warmth, her gaze shifting from Abhira to the old photo, and back again, as if trying to piece together the story of Abhira's family and their connection to this old house.

"Mumma batati thi ki Nanu naa Nani ko bohot pyaar karte the," Abhira said, her face lighting up with a bright, nostalgic smile. Her eyes sparkled with a warm, fuzzy feeling, as if she was recalling a treasured family legend. 

The way she spoke about her grandparents' love for each other was infectious, and Armaan and Shivani couldn't help but smile along with her. 

The atmosphere in the room seemed to grow even more intimate and cozy, as if the love and warmth of Abhira's grandparents was still palpable in the old house. Abhira's smile grew even wider, and she gazed up at Armaan, her eyes shining with a deep affection.

"Mere Nanu Nani sabke help karne ke liye tyaar rehte the," Abhira said, her voice filled with a sense of pride and admiration for her grandparents. She paused, taking a glance at the old house, her eyes misty with nostalgia.

 "Dekho naa, abb jab woh nhi hai toh bhi toh humari help kar rhe hai," she added, her voice barely above a whisper. The way she spoke about her grandparents' selflessness and generosity was truly touching, and Armaan and Shivani exchanged a glance, both of them deeply moved by Abhira's words. 

The old house, which had seemed like a mere structure just moments before, now seemed to take on a new significance, a symbol of the love and kindness that Abhira's grandparents had embodied. Abhira's gaze lingered on the house, her eyes shining with tears, as if she could feel her grandparents' presence all around her.

...............

As the evening wore on, Abhira and Armaan rolled up their sleeves and got to work, cleaning one of the rooms in the old house. They worked together in comfortable silence, their movements fluid and synchronized as they swept, dusted, and tidied up the space. 

As they worked, the room began to transform before their eyes, the dust and dirt giving way to a warm, inviting glow. Once they had finished, Abhira turned her attention to her mother-in-law, Shivani, who was looking tired and a bit worn out from the day's journey.

 Abhira gently coaxed Shivani to lie down, giving her a medicine to help her relax and sleep. As Shivani settled in, Abhira and Armaan sat beside her, watching over her until she drifted off into a peaceful slumber. 

The room was quiet, the only sound the soft rise and fall of Shivani's chest as she breathed. Abhira and Armaan exchanged a soft, loving glance, their faces aglow with the warmth and love that filled the old house.

As Shivani's gentle snores filled the room, Abhira and Armaan slipped out, their hands touching as they made their way to the next room that needed attention. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soft chirping of crickets, creating a romantic ambiance that wrapped itself around them like a warm hug. 

As they worked, their hands brushed against each other, sending sparks of electricity through their bodies. Abhira couldn't help but steal glances at Armaan, her heart skipping a beat as she watched him stretch to reach a high shelf, his muscles rippling beneath his shirt. Armaan, too, couldn't resist sneaking looks at Abhira, his eyes drawn to the way her hair fell in soft waves down her back as she bent to dust a low table. 

As they cleaned, they found themselves moving in tandem, their bodies swaying to an unheard rhythm. The tension between them was palpable, and Abhira could feel her pulse racing as Armaan's hand accidentally brushed against hers, sending shivers down her spine. She looked up to find Armaan's eyes locked on hers, the air between them charged with a romantic energy that seemed to vibrate through every cell of their bodies.

 For a moment, they forgot about the dust, the dirt, and the old house, lost in the depths of each other's eyes, their love shining brighter than any star in the night sky.

As the last of the cleaning was finished, Armaan turned to Abhira, his eyes shining with a warm, loving light. He reached out, gently pulling her to himself, and Abhira felt her heart skip a beat as she was enveloped in his strong, comforting arms. 

Armaan's lips brushed against her cheek, sending shivers down her spine, and then he pressed a soft, tender kiss to her forehead. Abhira's eyes fluttered closed, and she felt herself melt into his touch, her entire being relaxing into the warmth and love that radiated from him. 

The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the sweetness of the moment. Abhira's hands slid up Armaan's chest, wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. 

The air was filled with the soft, gentle sounds of their lips touching, and the beating of their hearts, which seemed to be pounding out a single, unified rhythm. Time stood still, and all that existed was the love that flowed between them, pure, strong, and unbreakable.

Abhira's heart swelled with emotion as she felt Armaan's warm breath against her ear, his words sending shivers down her spine. She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with tears in her own eyes, and saw the lone tear glistening in the corner of his eye.

 Her hand instinctively reached up to brush it away, her touch gentle and soothing. "Kyun ho tum itni acchi Abhira?" he asked, his voice cracking with emotion. Abhira's eyes locked onto his, and she felt her heart overflow with love and compassion. "After all what I did with you, you are here standing for me, with me...why?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Abhira's lips trembled as she smiled, her eyes shining with tears

"Because you are mine, Armaan. Because you never made me feel any less, because you needed me, loved me, and I can never be away from you."

Armaan's eyes welled up with tears as Abhira's lips touched his hand, her kiss sending a wave of emotion through him. He felt a weight lift off his shoulders as he looked into her eyes, seeing the love and forgiveness shining brightly there. 

"And whatever happened, it was past," Abhira said, her voice barely above a whisper. Armaan's heart swelled with gratitude as he heard her words, feeling a sense of redemption wash over him. Abhira's smile lit up her face as she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with hope and new beginnings.

 "And this is our new beginning, Khadoosmaan," she said, her voice filled with conviction. Armaan's face crumpled, and he pulled Abhira into a tight hug, holding her close as tears of joy streamed down his face. 

"I love you, Abhira," he whispered, his voice shaking with emotion. "I love you too, Khadoosmaan," Abhira replied, her voice muffled against his chest. As they held each other, the world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the beauty of their new beginning.

As they held each other, the warmth of their bodies seemed to seep into the old house, filling its empty spaces with a sense of hope and renewal. Armaan's tears slowly dried, leaving behind a sense of peace and gratitude. 

He pulled back, looking into Abhira's eyes, and smiled, his face radiant with happiness. Abhira's eyes sparkled in response, and she smiled back, her lips curling up in a gentle, loving smile. The air was filled with the soft sound of their breathing, and the silence between them was comfortable, a testament to the deep understanding and love that they shared.

 As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the old house seemed to whisper its approval, its creaky wooden beams and groaning floorboards a gentle witness to the love that was being rekindled within its walls.

Abhira's voice trembled with emotion as she whispered, "I need you, Armaan... Mein yeh dooriyaan jo humare beech hai usse khatam karna chahti hun, please." Her eyes, brimming with tears, locked onto his, and she pulled him into a desperate, passionate kiss. 

The words hung in the air, a heartfelt plea to bridge the gaps between them, to end the distance that had grown between their hearts. As their lips met, the tension between them dissolved, and Armaan felt himself getting lost in the depths of Abhira's love. The kiss was a cry for help, a desperate attempt to reconnect, to rediscover the love that had once burned bright between them.

Armaan's eyes fluttered closed as Abhira's lips met his, the touch sending shivers down his spine. He felt himself melting into the kiss, his entire being responding to the urgency and passion behind Abhira's words. 

"I need you, Armaan," she had said, her voice barely above a whisper, but it had been enough to awaken a deep longing within him. As they kissed, the distance between them seemed to dissolve, the past hurts and misunderstandings fading away like mist in the morning sun.

 Armaan's arms wrapped tightly around Abhira, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, the rhythm matching his own, and he knew in that moment that they were meant to be together.

As Abhira broke the kiss, Armaan's eyes remained closed, his head tilted back, savoring the lingering sensation of her lips on his. And then, he felt her gentle kisses on his neck, soft and tender, like the whispers of a summer breeze. 

His skin tingled, and he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of pleasure. Abhira's kisses trailed along the curve of his neck, sending shivers down his spine, and Armaan felt himself melting into her touch, his entire being surrendering to the love and desire that radiated from her. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, as he whispered, "Abhira... main tumhare liye hi ji raha hoon." 

As Armaan turned Abhira around, she felt his strong arms wrap around her, pulling her close in a warm, protective hug. She closed her eyes, feeling the gentle pressure of his chest against her back, and the soft whisper of his breath against her skin. 

Her heart swelled with emotion as she felt his fingers trace the curves of her tattoo, his name etched into her skin. Armaan's touch sent shivers down her spine, and she felt a lump form in her throat as he gently caressed the tattoo, his fingers dancing across her skin with a tender, loving touch.

 And then, she felt his lips brush against the tattoo, planting a soft, gentle kiss that seemed to sear itself into her very soul. 

As Armaan's lips brushed against Abhira's neck, she felt a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of pain as he left a gentle love bite on her skin. She gasped softly, her head tilting to the side, allowing him better access to the sensitive area. Armaan's arms tightened around her, holding her close as he whispered,  "You are mine, Abhira... every part of you is mine."

 Abhira's eyes fluttered closed, and she felt herself melting into his touch, her entire being surrendering to the love and desire that radiated from him. The love bite throbbed gently on her skin, a tender reminder of Armaan's passion and love for her. 

Armaan swept Abhira off her feet, cradling her in his arms, his grasp possessive yet gentle. He laid her on the bed, and the soft mattress enveloped her like a cloud. Abhira's eyes locked onto Armaan's, her gaze drawn into the fiery depths of his.

 His eyes blazed with passion, burning brighter as he gazed at her. His stare traced the curves of her face, and Abhira felt her heart race, her pulse pounding in response to the intensity of his scrutiny. The air was electric, charged with tension, as Armaan's desire for her seemed to reverberate through every cell of her being.

"Abhira, I never knew how lonely I was until you came into my life." Armaan said, his words echoing with deep longing. "You are the brightest light in my world. You make me laugh and feel alive in ways that I have never known. I have lived centuries, but it was only after I met you that I finally felt truly alive. You have made my existence worthwhile. I am complete with you by my side. I am yours, now and forever."

"Armaan, you are the other half of my soul." Abhira said, her eyes brimming with tears. "You have made my dreams come true. I want to stay by your side, for as long as you will have me. I am yours, now and forever."

The last traces of darkness evaporated from Armaan's eyes as he heard Abhira's words, replaced by the purest joy that Abhira had ever seen.

"Abhira, my darling. My love. You are mine. Mine forever." Armaan said, his voice a low growl.

"Yes, Armaan. I am yours." Abhira breathed, her heart pounding with anticipation.

The moment the words left her lips, Armaan surged forward, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. Abhira gasped, her body tingling as she felt Armaan's lips move against hers, the heat of his mouth sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.

Abhira watched him remove his clothes, her body responding to his muscular physique, the powerful lines of his chiseled body. The sculpted planes of his chest, the broadness of his shoulders, and the ripple of his abs drew her gaze downwards to the proud swell of his manhood.

 The sheer power in the lines of his body, the strength of his virile physique made her feel feminine and small in comparison, but she felt no fear, only an overwhelming desire to surrender to him, to his mastery.

Armaan lay beside her on the bed and began kissing her slowly, his mouth tender on hers. The kiss was soft and gentle, his lips moving across hers, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. As the intensity of the kiss increased, Abhira could feel the heat between her thighs increase. 

Her womanhood throbbed, aching with need. She pressed her thighs together, her hands clasping his back, pulling him closer, her nails digging into his skin. Armaan responded by cupping her face in his hands, his thumbs caressing her cheeks as his tongue swirled around her own.

The room was dim, the light of the full moon casting a pale glow through the open windows.

Armaan moved his hand down her side, his fingers gently tracing the outline of her breasts through the fabric of her dress. She sighed and arched her back, wanting more. He continued to kiss her, his tongue exploring every part of her mouth. Then he moved his lips to her neck, his breath hot on her skin. 

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, allowing him access. His kisses were soft and gentle, his teeth grazing her skin. She shivered with pleasure, her hands moving to his hair, holding him close.

Armaan began to unbutton her dress, his fingers deft and sure. As he pulled her dress open, she could feel the cool air on her skin, her nipples hardening at the touch of his hands. He slid his hands under her dress, his fingers trailing across her stomach, and up to her breasts. She gasped as his thumbs brushed her nipples, a wave of pleasure washing over her.

He sat up and looked down at her, his eyes full of desire. "You're beautiful," he said softly

"and mine" he whispered. Abhira felt a jolt of excitement run through her body

 She had never felt so alive. His arms reached for her and pulled her naked form into his. His touch was gentle, but strong. He turned her over and she let him, enjoying the sensation. He leaned in close, his breath hot on her ear and his hand gently caressing her body. She could feel his hardness press into her thigh, but it did not frighten her.

"i love you my silly girl, your heart and every inch of you," he said as he kissed her back, sending shivers of pleasure and anticipation through her. Abhira could feel the heat inside her and wanted him more than anything else in the world. "And i am yours my love."

"Mine to cherish, and mine to protect. And most of all, mine to keep forever.

"Yes," she murmured, and sighed contentedly as she felt his hands wander over her skin, gently exploring and massaging her flesh, and finally resting

. She felt his hands slip beneath her dress, and she moaned as he cupped her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her. 

She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, her body hovering over his. She leaned down and kissed him, her lips soft and warm.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, her body pressed against his. She moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders.

She began to grind her hips against his, the heat between them growing. She reached down and guided him into her, her slick, wet warmth enveloping him.

They both groaned as he entered her, the sensation overwhelming. She began to move, her hips rolling and swaying, her movements sending waves of pleasure through him.

e held her close, their bodies moving together, their pleasure building with every thrust. The world faded away, nothing but the two of them, their bodies entwined in the throes of passion.

As their pleasure grew, their movements became more frantic, their bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time. 

 He moved his hips faster, driving himself deeper inside her, her body quivering as she reached the heights of her pleasure.

She cried out as she came, her body shaking, her nails digging into his skin. The sensation was too much, and he soon followed, his body exploding in a wave of ecstasy. They collapsed together, their breathing ragged, their bodies spent.

As they lay together, the afterglow of their lovemaking enveloping them, they knew that this was only the beginning of their journey together.