Look who is back with a... *ahem* well, one other fresh story after quite a looooooong time. And I tried my best to put some effort and come up with a romantically-infectious shot for my lovable pellows here.

Please, do not read this if you are underaged or not much comfortable reading mature content. I am not here to disappoint anyone, so in case you wish to stay innocent... 🙏🏼🥲

Otherwise, enzoy saami!

Bonne lecture!

19/03/2022 — Happy Bepannah Day, phriends! ♥️😪

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"Ya Allah! There is so much to do yet, and this Aditya is still not home," she made a bun of her curly hair and opened the fridge looking for ingredients. "I should have gone to get the grocery on my own, not asking him."

It was almost seven in the evening, the whole house was filled with the radio echoing songs while sounds of frying and crackling mingled to the songs, as the lady of the house was hurriedly running around the kitchen.

Before she could finish her rumbling, she heard someone leaving the shopping bags on the kitchen island. She was about to turn to look at the intruder when she was wrapped in strong arms, a heavy breath hitting on the nape of her neck. "Hey, wifey! Seemed like you had fun cursing me, were you missing your husband that much?"

Zoya chuckled at his remark and shifted her focus back on the cooking pan. "I was, indeed. Was very much wondering what took jahapannah so long to come to his begum."

"Uh uh?" he sensually hummed in response as he snuggled into her hair, while his hands sneaking around her waist detached her attention on her cooking. "I missed you a lot too..."

She sighed at the hidden tone of his words and leaned back against his chest on her body's own accord, loving the warmth that she had been wanting for days, yet missed. Although, she quickly grabbed her senses back for this was not the moment to be preoccupied by someone's touch.

"Aditya... don't..." she tried to stop his intoxicated self and pushed his hands off her.

He looked at her turning round so as to face him and was to press her by the counter when she pushed him away. "Baby, please..."

"Don't 'baby' me! Shall I remind you that we have guests coming home for dinner tonight?" she smiled mischievously as he pouted back. "You don't want to give them a show in public, now do you?"

"Well, I would rather not be thrown daggers by your pyaare abbu at table. Otherwise," he leaned down closer to her face. "I won't mind that," having her giggle shyly and earning a soft tap on his shoulder.

Besharam insaan.

They heard someone clearing their throat and at the kitchen entrance stood his parents and younger brother, as they brought more distance between each other at their teasing glances.

"M... mummyji, papa, Arjun, we... we didn't hear you coming," she pulled away and walked to greet them properly with warm hugs.

"Of course bhabhi, you were busy preparing the dinner after all. We can see that," smirking widely at both his elder siblings, Arjun had them blush with his answer when he received a tap on the back of his head. "Ouch, mom!"

"Don't tease them, one day you may face the consequences being caught yourself. Karma hits hard, young man! Listen to your experienced father," mocked the aging man as the others laughed, leaving an embarrassed Arjun pouting at everyone.

"Hey pa, hey mah! Arjun!" he embraced his family, patting his little brother's shoulder before sharing their unique handshake movement. "Come, have a seat! I will quickly get freshened up while you guys keep chatting."

"Yes, what would you like to have? Dinner will be ready within a few minutes, until then shall I serve you some drinks?" she proposed some appetizers and beverages and they smiled politely giving their orders.

"Let me help you!" said Anjana as she stood back to follow Zoya in the kitchen, Harshvardhan and their cadet left alone with their 'man talks'.

"By the way, where are your parents, Zoya? Aren't they coming tonight?" Anjana asked blankly, although a fool they would be called not to catch the hidden words.

"Not at all, mummyji! They... they might be caught up in the traffic. They will be here in a little while," she sweetly smiled while replying to her mother-in-law, not willing to upset the lady and ruin the night.

"M... mummyji, let me serve you properly! Why don't you go and relax in the living room? I don't want to keep you up for too long, you already have had a long journey to come here," she quickly changed the topic and smoothly sent her mother-in-law out as she brought the snacks and drinks.

"Um, bhabhi! This is too good. These snacks are, waah waah," he praised her work before he furrowed his brows in confusion. "Wait, they taste so much like mom's."

With a little chuckle, "Actually, Aditya told me about mummyji's recipe, so we tried that. Though this was our first time," she said.

To which the mother grinned widely as she proudly looked at her husband. "Did you see how my son has even started giving cooking tips? That's like my Adi."

"Yet it was still Zoya's hands' magic that made them taste amazing. Don't use the chance and give all the credits to your laadla," Harshvardhan mocked his lady, before winking at their daughter-in-law giving her his support.

"That's right, pa. You just keep supporting your daughter but me," they all turned their eyes up to look at Aditya climbing down the stairs. Wearing a casual t-shirt underneath a shirt and a pair of clean jeans, he looked all the more handsome to the young woman's appreciation as she shamelessly checked him out.

Missing out that he was already standing beside her, Arjun discreetly coughed, "Ahem!" and she came back to her senses, as she looked around in embarrassment ignoring her husband's smirk.

Saved by the bell, when they heard the doorbell and Aditya walked to attend the last guests. "Hey, ammi abbu! Please come inside!"

Zoya engulfed her mother in her arms before reaching her father, both smiling at their daughter. "You look very tired, had a lot of work today? We might have added more with this dinner plan?" the motherly-concerned voice asked her.

Before she could utter any words of reassurance, she was cut off, "She doesn't even have time for your son because of that, ammi. You should ask and take her class," Aditya pouted, making Zoya glare, before turning to her mother.

"Nothing like that, ammi, just the usual. Having a couple of events in line, and the workload is increasing but that's bearable," she reassured. "As if he was giving me more time. Always up there chasing the clouds!" saying so, she tucked her tongue childishly before earning a tap on her shoulder from ammi dearest.

Rolling his eyes, he changed the topic, "By the way, where is Noor?"

"Beta, she had to go and send a friend off, and then stay at her friend's, for some work purposes she said. I thought she would have told you, Zoya," Waseem reminded her and passed their things as Aditya humbly helped to release them from their bags.

"Oh, she did. And I also took her class when she called in the afternoon," and giggling, both brought the old couple towards the dining room where the Hoodas were waiting for them to join.

The room turned into an awkward silence as both elder couples looked at each other sharing a meek smile, having the kids look at each other.

It had been almost four months of their marriage, and though both families said yes for the kids, the tense ambiance in between the four walls was not just a rumor among the relatives gossiping during the functions. All for their love affair broke the parents' expectations to marry their kids to 'apparently better' prospective proposals respectively. And believing it might get better right afterwards was quite foolish of them ; the dinner reunions remained a quiet experience or some taunting sessions whenever the situation worsened. And the feelings were, to their fortune —note the sarcasm, mutual. Although the newly married prayed for the better days.

Lord, let the night move smoothly.

✺

"Uff, that was a close one," once freshened up and changed into her comfortable night top and pants, she walked out of the bathroom releasing a sigh while wiping her face with her towel, talking on her own. "Remind me why we keep doing this again, please," she mumbled remembering the awkward talks and glances they had to witness during the dinner, as if the day's workload was not enough. Almost regretting the sudden planning.

Waiting for his turn as he was sitting on the bed, Aditya kept his phone on the night stand and walked up to her. "Come on, baby! You should stop worrying, now. It has been just a little more than three months since our marriage, with time our parents will also get along. They have accepted us, right? You don't stress out a lot," saying so, he gently held her arms and looked at her in reassurance. "Trust me, as fast as they have accepted us, they will mingle with each other very soon. Just wait and see the magic, um?"

She grinned at him and nodded her head, releasing a deep breath. "And I will be waiting for that moment. Pa—tien—tly," she childishly cooed.

To which he chuckled and pulled her for a quick hug, kissing on her temple. "That's like my baby girl. Now, I shall get changed quickly. Be back soon!"

And, taking the white towel she just used, he got into the bathroom while Zoya sat down on the bed against the headboard. Holding her hair, she tressed them into a messy braid and pulled her pillow high before she dropped her back lazily on it. Sleep was far far away, and so she looked for something in the night stand drawer. Waiting for her to explore.

Aditya dabbed his face with the towel when a smile grew on his lips, the smell of her rose-flavored soap infiltrating in his nostrils. "Um, this woman has me crazier for her every day."

Saying so, he put the damp cloth on the rack and walked out of the attached room when he fell on his dear lady involved in the book in the hand. Making him sigh at her new found hobby, breaking his wild thoughts.

"Zoya, jaan are you really going to stay up? It's already quite late, and you had a busy day. You shall rest now," he asked, walking to his side of the bed while staring at his dear wife engulfed in her novel. Wondering what caught more of her attention than him.

"I know, but that coffee after dinner just keeps me all awake. Anyhoo, you just go to bed, you again have a flight tomorrow afternoon," saying so, she pulled the duvet open to let him get in, as he followed her unsaid orders and, pecking on her shoulder, tucked himself in the warm cover. "I guess the light might disturb you, I will move to..."

"No need, stay by me. I am fine," that said, he rested his eyes and hugged her waist, while she comfortably leaned against the pillow by the headboard. She quickly took a glance at him and smiled at his babyish pout, before bending to drop a kiss on his cheek. Kiddo! She ruffled his hair and turned her focus back on the text she was reading.

Time moved by, as well as pages and chapters, and she was completely lost in the words, melting into the fantasy world of the most passionate letters.

Is it me or is the room actually getting a lot warmer all of a sudden? Tauba!

She loudly breathed out before she could control herself, and quickly checked on her husband beside her. To which he slowly shifted a little in his sleep, laying on the other side. Sigh.

She composed herself and her eyes moved back to the text on their own, an inner war between her heart and hormones against her mind, screaming at her to stop before she did the act. Blame the lack of closeness and intimacy.

❛ He spread her wide and she closed her eyes at the touch, lewd and lascivious and lovely, at once thankful for the darkness and quite desperate for the light. 'Did you touch yourself?' ❜

She took a deep breath and savored the effect of the lines on her as she carried on her reading.

❛ She shook her head, her hands searching for him. Finding his soft hair. 'No.' He stopped again and her fingers curled against him. 'It's true. I didn't. But ...'

He blew softly on the exposed center of her. 'But?' ❜

She closed her eyes and uncontrollably bit her lower lip imagining the husky tone against her own self. The dominant one that could have her on her knees any time. His.

❛ She inhaled, the breath ragged and not enough, and though it was he who knelt, it was she who confessed. 'But I wanted to.' ❜

She was matching the fictive woman's reactions and felt her breathing getting abnormal, as her arm slid inside the sheet, fingers pulling on the trousers' knot while itching to reach underneath. Lower down, to feel her throbbing part. Dropping the book on the bed cover.

Sigh. He knew the ways, "Aditya..."

Oblivious of herself getting louder, she ignored the being next to her again shifting uncomfortably by the sudden noise disturbing him —perhaps call it 'distracting'. He turned to face her and slowly opened his eyes, a discreet whine of annoyance making its way out of his mouth. Until he frowningly noticed the sultry sounds, calling out for him.

Fuck, sherni!

His eyes immediately adjusting to the bright ambiance, he looked up at her expressions, those of pleasure, her pink plump lips slightly parted leaving the way for her throat to release those soft moans. His Adam apple bobbing in his throat when his eyes scrolled down the length of her arm moving back and forth beneath the sheet. Shit.

She released her bottom lip and, noticing her eyes opening, he closed his for her not to know she was caught red-handed yet while, with a shy reluctance, she slowly crawled her fingers deeper inside her inner entrance. She sighed at the thought of behaving like a teen in need —getting turned on within two or three lines, again accusing the lack of intimacy—, fantasizing her own husband who was asleep next to her, although she was helplessly in need of a release at the moment. Darn, why did she even start reading this book, right now? Forgive this child sinner, O dear Lord!

❛ He rewarded her honesty with his mouth, consuming her like fire, his tongue stroking in long, slow licks, curling in a slick promise at the hard center of her pleasure, and she lifted her hips to meet his remarkable mouth, not caring that the action could be called nothing but wanton. She did want. She needed. ❜

She did.

Leaving a loud gasp, she hid her face behind the book and, hearing the soft whine, he discreetly dared to open an eye, trying to catch any of her further reactions. She seemed to have stopped her movements, but equally frustrated as she was not able to continue and release the dire need.

Well, the feeling was not enough satisfying.

As much as they shared passionate physical intimacy, Zoya rarely was the bolder one among the two, although she was the perfect teaser. She always succumbed to his touch and ways, their effect on her as fresh as on their first time. A mere look of love from him had her blush like a young girl crushing on the boy next-door. Fulfilling her craving by touching herself was certainly not out of her comfort zone yet, let alone fantasizing him doing the act. Yet she did tonight. Again, for the lack of intimacy.

Feeling for his woman, he broke his patience and sneakily kept his hand on her thigh, the sudden rubbing making her realize again she was not alone in the room, let alone the only one awake.

She unwillingly jerked at the feeling of his touch and, releasing her face, she looked down at her husband, still laid down as he was staring up at her. "Aditya..."

"Shhh..." he cut her off and slowly sat upright, while his flat palm continuously caressed her covered leg, making sure she felt warmer —for him. "Allow me!" he said in a hushed and husky voice, having her speechless but releasing a deep sigh in response.

The both lost in an unbreakable eye lock, she failed to notice him nearing her, until his hand reaching her waistband, then her derrière, made her come back to her senses with a light pat, hearing the whisper by her ear. "Ass a little up!" he ordered as he was pulling on the edge.

She obediently lifted her hips, leaving him the way to slide the pants along her legs, freeing them in the heated ambiance underneath the sheet. The lady, unable to take her eyes off him, innocently followed his moves while he pulled the heavy cover away, revealing her bottom-naked figure.

Solely capable of having him turned on already.

She felt his intense eyes on her bare skin boring holes, wondering if he had noticed the hint of wetness on the white panties, as he settled himself between her pair of legs, facing her. Crawling to her intimidatingly, he stood inch-close to her face, his nose rubbing hers provoking a shy smile on her pretty face, although his warm breath beat her. Until his lips condemned her pink plump ones, in a gentle kiss yet to intensify.

The lips danced in sync with the other, showering each other with passion and possessiveness for their soulmate ; and she clinged onto him while he cupped her neck. She held his hair in a fist and surrendered to her desires, pulling him closer as she fell back on the soft pillows. He towered her and slid his hands lower along her arms and back, brushing in contour her bra-free breasts —such a tease. For a moan of ecstasy was heard in between the slurpy noises, enjoying his curious touch.

He pulled away for air and she gasped at the unwanted loss, until his lips trailing down to her neck made her sigh in relief. The pinkish petals caressing her soft skin had her squirm at the ticklish feeling, fingers grabbing his shirt pulling him for more though. Before she started undoing the last buttons for a bare-chested look, pushing the see-through shirt off his arms.

He pulled a little away and kept her eyes locked in his, throwing the undone piece of clothing beside the bed. "Tonight is yours, my love. Order me your wishes!"

He was not asked to repeat as, her hand on the nape of his neck, she pulled him for another intense peck, he giving into the bliss of her acts while holding onto her. His palm above her head pinned on the headboard, he hovered his little sherni and deepened the kiss. Her soft palms seductively roamed over his bare torso as he groaned in her mouth, lowering his body closer to hers while she took into the chance for her hands to explore the built structure. The intensity of his closeness igniting the heat down her as she bent her knees up, in an attempt to squeeze her legs. He raised his hand to her thigh and caressed in a teasing manner, while pulling back from her swollen lips not before nibbling the bottom one earning a sweet moan.

"Intoxicating..." he breathed as he dipped his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling the rose-flavoured-soap smell mixed to her natural scent, getting sweatier although the tender wind appeasing the heat. In a slow and dominating pace, his warm breath hit on her neck making her squirm again, and his lips lightly brushed her skin, before he pressed a gentle kiss. Not the sensitive zone, you kamzarf.

He started kissing more intensely and sucking the soft area, cherishing the gorgeousness as his hand went up and down her thigh. Purposefully reaching the closest to her demanding lower before sliding his palm farther away.

"Aditya..." she breathed panting, her erratic heartbeats getting louder as he growled. "My name on your tongue... say it, again!" he asked in a rather authoritative tone, and she shamelessly gasped when feeling the tight hold on her leg. "Ah... Aditya..."

A malicious smile on his lips, he bit her swan neck which surely would leave a ugly hickey for the next few days. Hissing at the sensation, she arched her back as she held on his shoulders, before her fingers crawled up to his mane, massaging his head encouraging for more of his dominant attention. Meanwhile the almost skin-to-skin touch had her curse mentally, the sole hindrance being the thin excuse of a night shirt.

Relaxing under her treatment, "I want this pretty tongue of yours to spell my name again, and again tonight. All night. Louder and louder," he whispered in a raspy voice. "Reminding the world who owns you. Reminding your soul to whom it belongs," while his cold fingers sneaked beneath her large tee, gently moving those possessive hands over her frame in a rough caress, drawing random patterns contouring her navel.

She wriggled at the ticklish feeling, before she opened her eyes and answered, "Make me!" a challenging grin on her face

He raised his eyebrows amused by her cheeky answer. "You very well know I love challenges. Especially those, which involve you, and seduction," and his fingers smoothly climbing her torso towards her bare bosoms, he leaned in for a kiss when she pushed him to the side.

Whereas he was looking at her in confusion, she shifted from her position and crawled to his side, pushing him to lay down on the headboard while settling astride him, at her closest possible.

Her yummy hips right before his.

"Are we playing bold tonight, lady love?" he grabbed her mouthwateringly-curvy waist and held her close to him, their faces inches distant as she neared his ear.

"I shall do more than just playing, you only need to ask," she seducingly murmured the last part, surprising the man as she grazed her teeth on his earlobe.

"Oooh... that sounds very... tempting," eyes closing at the feeling, he groaned in response while nuzzling his nose in her hair, smoothly pulling her elastic hair band off.

She pressed the small switch above the bed rest, turning the room light to a romantically-dimmer ambiance, as he locked his stare in hers. She then pulled away and, throwing a naughty smile in his direction, crossed her arms holding her loose shirt by the edge before stripping down, leaving her semi-naked —only in her panties— figure on display for him. Stretching her arm to the side, she dropped the top on the floor, her intense gaze not leaving his now-even-darker eyes for a second, and he was about to sit up to touch her when she pushed him back.

"You would rather be a good boy, janaab," she teasingly warned, smiling at him as he settled back in his previous position, while raising his lips to a lopsided grin. "This is getting better, and better. I am oh- so flattered."

To which she said no more but grinned and just carried on her task trailing a finger up from his forehead, down his cheek, jawline, neck, to his bare chest, contouring those eye-catching hard bumps, before running her ticklish fingers down his abdomen. Shifting her hair to her left shoulder, she closed the distance and flew her plump-and-soft lips to his neck, working out between kissing and sucking. Meanwhile, her fingers played with the hem of his trousers, tracing the skin hidden beneath his boxers' band, as his rough hands found their path up and down her waist before reaching her breast line, breaking her dominating demeanor.

"That's unfair... I am the only one... uncovered... still," she hardly mumbled at the feeling of his cold touch on her sensitive chest and, as she was to pull down the sweatpants, she was again pushed down on the bed.

She gasped at the unexpected move when he rolled and positioned his legs astride, although not letting his weight crash the delicate flower. Seeing him take the top, she gave up on the mattress and left his fingers the honor to shower the magic upon her. To which, he slowly bent lower to her face,

"Tonight is about you, ghalib. Let's serve the damsel first, shall we?"

He pestered her pretty face of kisses, starting from her forehead, trailing down the pair of eyelids closed due to the pleasure, before he slid down her sharp nose with a finishing peck on the tip. She shyly grinned at the cuteness of the gesture and, feeling her cheeks warming under the lip stamps, she sighed in contentment.

As if his inability to stop what he had started yet was not much enough, her pleased reactions added up to the burning fire and he speeded his moves, bringing out his tongue to brush her skin, all that while moving down along her neck. His hand trailed down her shoulder, followed by her arm, before it hopped to her body as he caressed her round-shaped treasures, the tip of his fingers tickling the contour while going for rounds. He flicked her dark areolas —pointing out how turned on she stood,— his effect increasing on her body impressing the beast in him.

She moaned as, his breathing then his wet lips in straight contact with her bosoms, his skilled tongue soon made its appearance, taking away the remaining of her self control when he tasted her —kissing towards slow sucking. The beauty of his ways moved her as she felt her erected nipples hardening beneath his special care. All the while, his right fingers handled her left breast in most delicacy, index and thumb both checking onto the firmness while the others enjoyed the softness of her skin, goosebumps raising at the effect. Within minutes, he changed sides and shared his contentment feeling her fingers sliding through his now-messier mane, before grasping some tightly. "Adi... please..." she moaned in response to the bites below her breast.

He trailed kisses down her bare tummy, teeth and tongue tasting her warmer frame, when his nose reached her lower waist skimming the edge of her sole piece of underwear. A quick glance up at those delighted expressions, he tugged the last piece of clothing down her legs, his thick fingers teasingly caressing her soft self till he threw the pair of panties to the untidy pile on the floor. He pulled her foot up for a lasting kiss while glancing back at her heated face, eyes staring back at his gestures, when he pulled back to admire the ethereal nymph. His hands not yet done feeling her smoothness.

"Aditya... stop t... teasing... I am burning... p—lease me..." she cried out in frustration. "Please..."

Knowing better than ignoring her frustrated self, he spread her legs wide open and, taking a grip on her thick thigh, he leaned down to her face while she muted away impatiently, as he smiled at her.

And she missed to understand how her moody behaviour vanished into thin air. Again.

As he dropped an intense kiss on her forehead, she felt his hand nearing her wet core, smoothly climbing down her sensitive womanhood when he kissed her cheek. He skimmed her outer lips, earning a loud gasp, and with a peck on her jawline, she knew they were parting ways, clearing his sight to her dripping juice.

"So much, for me?" he asked as if hearing the truth he was well aware of, again, still remained necessary.

"All of it... only for you..." she hardly answered in a breath and heard the pride-filled chortle. "All of you, only for me..." he repeated the chant on his tongue.

"Only youuuuu..." she was following his chord when she left a loud screeching at his finger crossing her deep entrance, curiously touching around. She was to utter something but closed her mouth unable to form any proper word feeling his thumb caressing her clitoris, adding to the pleasure. "Oh, my..." she groaned, counting another finger inside her. "Yes... fill me up!"

Such a wild kitten. Growl.

"My naughty little girl, you are," whispering the same by her neck, he took in the feeling of her hot walls tightly drawing in his digits and hungrily sucked her down her shoulder, pulling his fingers out in a teasingly-slow pace to thrust in back faster. Making her moan louder each time, "Aren't you, baby girl?"

She was unconsciously nodding her head when a harder thrust had her gasp, holding on his shoulders. "Words, mere jaan. I want to hear you say it, with clear words," his hand continuously moving in and out of her bottom, the strength of his pumping matching her heavy breaths.

"I am... I am... all for you..." her nails harshly pushing themselves on his naked shoulders while arching her back as he dug deeper inside the juicy treasure box. "Ad... agh, Aditya... I am... I am going to... aaah..."

He speeded his thrusts and pushed her to the edge as her hand climbed up to his hair and fisted a good amount, feeling the sensation erupting in her stomach. "Yes... yes... fast..."

Sensing she was about to come undone, he said, "Open your eyes, jaan! I want you to look at me while you come for me, and share your passion."

She let the way for her gaze to fall on his, filled with love and desire for the woman underneath him, and both involved in an intense eyelock, he pulled one last straw rubbing her clitoris and her sensitive spot, as she showered his hand, following it her legs, with her nectar of passion for the one and only. She released a loud moan as she exploded, shamelessly making dirty sound effects as she took into the pleasure. Slowly bringing her panting to soft breathing while his eyes darkened —if anymore possible, at the sight of hers.

She was coming down to normal when he slowly pulled his hand back, the slippery noise of his fingers stepping out of the creamy room sole to fill the dead-silent space along with their breaths.

"Beautiful," she looked up at the man as he was keenly inspecting the whitish substance, rubbing his fingers before taking a quick taste of it. Salty and full of unveiling desires. "We are starting just perfect."

Seeing his appreciative look as he enjoyed his dirty feed, she felt the now-much-familiar yearning deep down her tummy coming through once again, wanting more.

Done having a taste of hers, he rolled his eyes to her and smirked at her constant gaze of want poking him. He leaned his face down towards hers and stopping at an-inch distance from her gorgeous red-and-swollen lips, he continued, "Want to know how delicious you are, having me want for more?" in a mere whisper, as both pairs of eyes never felt the need to leave the other.

And he didn't need of any approval to fall for her silent call and crashed her lips in a heart-melting kiss, decency long-forgotten as she immediately pulled him closer and battled for dominance, tongues in a severe conversation as they roamed all around each other's mouth, moans and heavy breaths the only sounds heard. His saltier tongue made her womanhood throb at the realization and she bent her leg up at the pleasure as she pulled on his raven mane, exchanging her thoughts with the man.

They broke for air and he was to pull away when she uttered in a breath, "I... I want... more... please..."

Leaving a soft peck of reassurance, he trailed kisses down her body until reaching her core, once again. An open-mouth kiss on the top area and he said, "Let's get high and dare the forbidden sin, together!" the sinister voice against her sensible entrance provoked shivers down her spine, holding his hair in a tight grasp.

"Yes, pleasee..." she cried out in ecstasy as he smoothly licked her inner lips in a enjoyingly-slow pace, taking the remains of her juicy present. "Friggin' good, yes... e—eat me alive, Aditya..." she whispered to no one in particular as she messed his hair. "Hell, yesss, eat me all, baby..."

Like the bud he was, he slurped the dripping nectar and cleaned his way up while his hands rested on her thighs. His palms adding fire on her skin as he caressed slow, she held onto her breast and massaged her own self, imagining his expert hands kneading. "Uff, those hands... beautiful hands you have, daddy... mummy is happy..."

Hearing the nicknames she never used in their previous experiences fueled his hardness and he doubled the speed of his tongue, having her squirm in need. "Yes, baby daddy, faster... oh, you know how to... make your woman happy, don't you?" knowing the effect of her bold talks on him, she smiled in pride and provoked him more, while her tender fingers on her nipple imitated his rougher ones, reddening her skin.

"Love me like you do..." one hand still making his hairdo untidier as she was pushing his face deeper down her intimacy, she knew she was about to give in to his hunger. While he carried on welcoming the small amount of juice leaking, awaiting her second orgasm —not the last one, not yet.

"Oh, yes... right there, baby... yes yes yessss... oh, Aditya..." she felt stars around her as she rolled her eyes back, her back arching while holding onto the crumpled sheet beneath, and she fell back on the bed, releasing enough cum to satisfy his pride. And he gladly managed to slurp her clean, licking open-mouthed her inner thighs not to leave any.

He took a quick glance upper and, staring at her mouth wide agape in contentment, he bit her soft nub making her hiss in pain. "Ow! That hurts, baby..."

"So do you, mummy," he gave back maliciously when she looked down confused. "I might come undone without you or I even touching, if this goes on the same way."

Shyly chuckling at another smutty remark of his, falling her head back on the bed, she thought of something and tilted her head aside to face his sight again. "Well.. I shall be thankful to you for the blissful night so... let me help you!"

Saying so, she raised her right foot up and met the hardening tent, still ungenerously covered behind his bottoms, a mischievous smile as she heard his loud scoffing at her toes rubbing him up and down.

"Oh, darn... you seriously, aaah... uff, you wunderbar wo—woman... are in s—serious... trouble... for teasi— darn, Zoya, don't stop! Right there, oh yes! Fu..." he lamented uncomprehendingly as he dropped his face on her shoulder, surrendering to her caring act.

"You feel so... umm..." she moaned at his hardness as, her left leg wrapping his, she tugged on his pants. "I want this... now."

"My begum deserves it all, for being such a treat," saying so, he pecked one quick kiss and, standing up on his feet, pulled on his trousers' knot, dropping his clothes down his legs leaving no hindrance anymore, as she bit her bottom lip at the sight. "Loving what you see?" his lips raising lopsidedly.

She sat up on the bed crawling to the edge. "Let me show you how much—I need you in now," she pointed at him to come with her index finger, the pretty seductive smile causing goosebumps in his skin.

Both up on their knees on the messy bed facing the other, she pushed him to a sitting position before graciously taking her seat astride, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Her warm intimacy in straight contact with his manhood had them sigh in contentment, foreheads kissing each other while they slowly took into the bliss. "I missed this..."

He dropped one of his hands off her lower waist and trailed down her hip, then that squishy butt he gently squeezed to her much-pleased moany surprise, before rolling to the front and ravishing her hot core, still sensible from the earlier orgasms. Prepping her for the next one with slow rubbing and tickles.

"My, my... still that much horny for dear shohar, aren't we?" he filled her love hole with two of his fingers causing her chest to heave up and down abnormally faster, when she released a loud gasp feeling them on her forbidden spot. She could not stop herself and bit his earlobe in response.

In a sensual whisper, "Because my shohar baby... has been teasing me for weeks... and did not even touch me properly," she sucked down his neck while her hands climbed down his abdomen ticklishly. "You don't know how frustrating it was... to see you in that... in that provoking uniform of yours... and not jump on you..." breaking her speech between her kisses and bites—marking her territory.

She smoothly held his erect tool and offered it soft caresses, her slender fingers wrapping most of it as she moaned at the length that always had the horny being in her at his feet. And smoothly, she guided the tip to her entrance, skimming her juicy inner lips before sinking into the darkness.

With a loud growl as if dancing to her command, he raised his hands and cupped her face, pulling her down for a desirable kiss, deepening the intensity until tongues found their way in the battle. Meanwhile, their bottoms were warming the other on their own and, in a swift move, she went down, swallowing the member little by little, deeper and deeper.

"Hot..." he dropped one of his hands to her hip and held her still, closing his eyes at the sensation, while the other, rubbing his thumb on her neck, fisted on her hair as if conveying his feeling.

She was nowhere less and pushed her forehead back over his, her chest brushing his as she panted heavily.

"Do me," he huskily breathed against her lips, making her roll her eyes up. "I want to feel you more, ride me naughty."

A mischievous smile widening on her lips, she leaned to his ear, "Say please?" in a playful tone, earning a smug smile.

Smoothly, she raised up a little before she lowered herself on him, grinding on his member while both enjoyed the heat ; his hands on her hips commanded her movements as he went in deeper at each thrust. Soon, she picked up the pace and jumped in a faster rhythm, each hop matching the heavy breaths and moans filling the room. Bliss.

He held onto her beautiful bosoms and kneaded the treasures as they teased him while shaking up and down to her jumps, making her moan in contentment. Receiving the signal, he crashed his lips on her breasts and sucked her skin, the salty sweat adding more to his pleasure, while he tasted her hungrily. His needs turning her hornier and pleased, her hips in constant moves as she fed him more.

"Oooh... I... I am g... going to cum..." she whimpered and he tightened his grip on her waist. She was thrown down on the wide bed as he towered her before taking over the control, thrusting deeper and deeper into her soul. "Agh, yes... yes..."

"Come, baby! Come for your Aditya!" and as if a cue, she threw her head behind arching her back, with loud screams and growling filling the heated room as they exchanged their heavy loads. She moaning at the warm feeling of passion-filled seeds splashed into her ; her shower of love having him chained to her.

He dropped his knees down as he laid his head down on her chest, wildly panting at the after effect. She slowly brought her hand up to his hair and raked his tresses, sighing as his lips caressed her upper chest skin, leaving butterfly kisses in satisfaction.

"That was... magical..." getting enough strength to say anything, she broke the peaceful silence as she mentioned the happenings. "I am glad... I had read that book..."

He chuckled against her breast and, giving a long suck around the nipple, he said, "I agree, or we might have delayed this bliss... for I don't know how long," widening his grin, he climbed to face her, sharing a peck on her lips. "I wonder how we did to control this."

"Well," she innocently rubbed his hard torso. "No one said this should be the end of the magic."

He raised a brow in astonishment, "And where did you get this stamina from, Mrs Hooda? You have been hiding a lot of you from me, haven't you?"

"You have a lot more to learn about me, Mr Hooda," sensually sliding a finger from his forehead to his jaw as he leaned closer to her, she continued, "I can disclose some to you now... if you want to."

"Aahaan? Well, if begum jaan says so, then..." and he crushed her mouth in a soft-to-passionate kiss, her arms crawling to hold his shoulders while pushing him to intensify the heat.

I... I love you, Aditya...

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End of Qissa-E-Junooniyat

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NB : Romantic novel scene extracted from The Rogue Not Taken by Sarah MacLean. (no I haven't read it, Google baba just has more knowledge than I do)

Hello, Watty family,
How is everyone doing here?

First of all, I have gone missing for a little much while and I am truly sorry for this annoying behavior, though I missed writing more and interacting with you all. *blames work and college getting on my nerves*

In fact I hardly found a way to complete one of the multiple drafts I have been going through for months now. But with a little push and those sweet messages reminding me of your lovely presence in my life *shut the drama up* here I am.

Secondly, it's the 19th of March, and we are celebrating FOUR beautiful years of those memories of a show that still make us laugh, feel, cry, explore, adore, fangirl. Who still childishly curses Zoya's Zoya-logic and blind and naive trust, slaps their heads/giggles at Aditya's sarcastic replies, watches AdiYa's constant nok jhoks and unplanned romance with stars in the eyes, cries with them through their agony, sighs in contentment seeing them standing/hurting for each other, "whistles" (because I can't do that) at Harshad's stunts and workout session *gulps* or Jenny's beauty-contest wale entries? I still blush at their scenes, for real hehe! And that, no matter the number of years going by.

On a personal note, Bepannaah is one of the main reasons I literally found one new hobby/opened a new chapter in my diary which is scribbling ideas and writing stories. To be frank, I have never been a bookworm, although I have started reading a (very) little more now. So, with no real experience, style, writing, it's not easy at all to write down something in a proper way. Yet this show never let me down in that perspective because of inspirations, and will to imagine more than 'what we had seen', and trust me when I say I get the weirdest of imaginations at times. Anyways!

It has been four months I haven't published any story, and almost a year and a half since I wrote a mature shot, so it might not be so well-done, yet I tried to change a little my writing and get bolder. *blushing emoji* Hopefully you still liked it a little, and if any suggestions, please feel free to share with me. I am always open for criticism, opinions and ideas.

Last hut not the least, this is my first post in 2022 (Happy New Year, by the way) so I chose something jovial. However, next one may be something different. If any particular genre, be open! It can indeed help me choose. 😁

Stay safe, stay healthy, and prayers for the losses!🙏🏼

Until next time,
With love,
Shuruthy ♥️