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Ranvijay POV

I was playing with the fire. A fire that was so naive that it was unaware of its power and the destruction it could cause. Fire, that was so desperate to fly high in the sky, fire- that was hidden beneath the hard shell of the woods and people never knew that that hard, dark brown wood, almost equivalent to the waste, was holding the whole destruction of life inside it that could light the world by just attachment with the spark. Just by the mere touch of a spark.

Boom!

Aishwarya was that fire. 

She was that soft plant who was slowly becoming a tree, unaware of her potential, powers and destruction she could cause, once she will become that tree. 

She was hidden with the treasure. Immense treasure in the name of talents.

She was that wood that was holding the fire beneath the layers of societal judgements, innocence, shame and thousands of other things that women were told again and again over the last few centuries until the saying became the eternal truth.

Well, that was the benefit of death and a limited period of life. No man could ever hold the knowledge for that long. Either Good or Bad. Every knowledge, lesson and experience has to pass on to the successors and with every mind, the knowledge, lessons and experiences mould into something different and sometimes the evil wins the good because of it. Because no good possesses that knowledge.

And, Aishwarya was that victim.

Victim of that knowledge that hardly had hard facts to be proven valid. She had been told numerous lies again and again until they have become an eternal truth for her. Until they have become her life, her air and her food. Until she has become those lies.

In my arms, she was finding an escape, an escape from those lies, from that eternal truth. From that knowledge, she had been stuffed with. 

And, nothing in my life had I ever wanted something that badly how I wanted to take out every piece of that knowledge that had been stuffed into her until she becomes that seed again that would be yet to grow. A seed that would grow with its climate, water and needs. A seed that would be free to follow the rays of the sun and grow without any limitations and boundaries.

A seed that would have the right to choose for herself.

I wanted to take everything out of her. All the innocence, all the shame, all the fear, all the doubts and everything that was becoming the person she would have become without those lies. All I wanted was for her to love herself like she have loved her family like she was loving me. I wanted to divert that love from me to her.

Her eyes were closed, she was feeling light in my arms and dangerously beautiful. When the heat had started to build up between us, she had thrown the comforter away. My eyes were glaring at her curves. She was fine and delicate. The inner of her nightgown was ending just slightly below her hips barely covering her slim and smooth thighs.

She was extremely soft. 

I inhaled a deep breath as my sleep broke in the middle of the night because she threw the comforter away. I woke up to check on her. But, she was seeming fine. My nose inhaled her beautiful natural smell through her neck and I fell asleep again very quickly.

I woke up slightly alert when I felt the soft hands around my swollen and erect manhood. I felt as if I had been snatched from a very deep sleep and felt her shifting in her place. Her grip tightened around me.

Oh, what my baby is doing to me.

"Aishwarya,"

A soft voice escaped my lips and I immediately lowered my hand to take her hand away from it. 

"Why are you sleeping with a scroll?"

I heard her sweet voice in my dream and she complained a little more.

"It is hurting me a little and making me uncomfortable,"

I slight smile appeared on my face.

My baby is so bold in my dreams.

I could feel her ear close to my lips and muttered slowly.

"It is not a scroll, Aishwarya,"

I said teasingly.

"What is it then?"

She asked immediately and once again her hand touched me.

A strong shiver ran down my spine and just now I realised it was not a dream.

Fuck!

Fuckkkkk!

My erection grew even harder with the touch and I could feel it throbbing and aching already. What the hell she did do to me?

Oh, My Goodness.

Her hand stroked it a little.

And, I felt paralyzed.

This was it.

I was dead.

"Oh my baby, do not touch me like this,"

A slow voice came out of my mouth and her fingers tightened around it. I wanted her to stop but my body was cheating on me.

I was on the verge of exploding. I was so fucking close.

Her mere touch was making me release.

Oh, My God!

"It is huge, it is a cover of the scroll then? But, why are you sleeping with it? Let me take it out?"

She said and I just wanted to stand up and run but the moment had got me enslaved with the need for a quick release.

"Fuck!"

The throbbing increased. I was losing my control.

I immediately held her hand and twisted her arm away from me.

"Ahhh,"

The hot thickness leaked through me and I closed my eyes with utter shame. 

Why?

Since when I had become like this?

One touch and I was done.

What the hell was she doing to me?

Was her innocence my major turn-on?

Why? Whyyyy? Whhhhhyyyyyyyyy?

I pressed my lips harder against her skin to cover my heavy breathing and calm down.

I was panting hard until more leaked from me. It was turning difficult. I had to use my hand. The remaining would make me feel pain.

"Hukum, are you okay?"

She asked with a soft slow voice and it made the situation worse.

All I wanted right now was to slide her inner up, make my way in her and fuck her senselessly until the last drop comes out from me.

I shut my eyes tight.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh, yes, yesss, Aishwarya,"

I tried to say and continued.

"You should go and get ready,"

But, the reality was I could not do any of this.

My hand fisted on the bed sheet to control myself, control my panting and calm down.

"Hukum, are you hurt? Should I call someone for help,"

She asked in her soft and sweet voice and I just wanted to run.

But, I tried to control it.

"I am okay, Aishwarya, I promise,"

I said and maintained my distance from her.

"Go inside,"

I ordered in a serious tone while she was looking confused and hurt.

Please baby, please. Not now, leave me alone right now, please. I do not want to hurt you.

I cursed myself for this. I would always.

I immediately grabbed the comforters and covered myself up. 

It was still dark, she would not be able to see much of me.

I heard her shifting away from me. The noise of her anklets and bangles made me feel that she was walking away.

I inhaled a breath of peace and moved the comforter away from my face. She was walking inside the bathing room and I felt a guilt washing over me.

I hurt her.

Why the hell I could not control myself?

But, her touch was my weakness. Her eyes, her lips, her neck, her curves, her everything was my weakness.

A soft voice of her calling me Hukum would bring me to my knees.

I was becoming a puppy.

"Urrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhh,"

My erection stiffened just with her thought.

Fine!

Now I was alone.

I immediately lowered my hand inside my lower and my hand cupped my strong and hard erection. I slowly started stroking and moving up and down.

But, it was not feeling as same as her touch. And, it was feeling like I was not liking my own touch. I tried to move faster but it only hurt me. My erection turned weak and I took my hand out.

Now, I was literally fucked up.

"Urrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,"

I hate you, Aishwarya.

Fact! I could not.

My own body was not liking my own touch.

I closed my eyes and groaned harder.

I would die like this.

Begging would have been easier if she knew things. But, our case was terribly different and gone.

Seems like, I would have to wait until she would touch me and only then I would be at peace.

How am I going to live with that?

Half-done and now patiently waiting for my wife's touch so that I would have a release.

I would go insane like this.

I kept laying like that until she was inside and finishing her morning business.

After some time, I heard her stepping into the changing room through the voice of her anklets and that was when I stood up.

I went into the bathing room and took a bath, cleaning myself with the mess I had with me.

I wrapped the cotton towel around my waist and moved towards the changing room after finishing my bath.

I pushed the door open and looked at her getting startled by my presence like always but I was also a stubborn one and she banged into the table. Her hand fixed over her blouse.

I inhaled a deep breath and walked closer to her.

She was looking upset. She lowered her gaze and turned back towards the mirror.

Her fingers were struggling to tie the strings of her blouse and I forwarded my fingers to help her.

"I am sorry, Aishwarya,"

I tried to say in a slow voice and she just kept her gaze low and did not reply anything.

I finished tying the strings of her blouse and she inhaled a deep breath.

"Thank you, Hukum,"

She said in a very slow voice and I could tell she was mad.

I took a step back and looked at her looking extremely beautiful in the maroon colour. It was dark maroon and she was looking elegant and gorgeous. The lehnga was heavy hanging low on her perfect waist.

Just then I realised that she got her cleaned just for me to touch.

The thought alone was a major turn-on.

I took a step back and sat on the chair close to the dressing table.

Her gaze was fixed on me through the dressing table and she inhaled a deep breath.

"Are you okay?"

She asked in a slow voice while wearing her earrings and I loved that she still cared about me even though she was angry with me.

I nodded.

"Yes,"

Lie.

I was absolutely not fine. My core was hurting and my boner had denied my touch for a release. The disease was- slowly dying with the craving for the wife's touch.

She nodded lightly and I looked at her wearing another earring. 

I just kept staring at her.

And, she did not say anything.

She moved her fingers to her wet bun and she opened her long, wavy curls to conquer the length of her spine and even past her hips.

I inhaled a deep breath as the thought of fisting her hair in my hand and pushing her against the table right now and pushing inside her crossed my mind.

Fuck! Ranvijay Fuck!

I palmed my face and arched my head back.

What the hell were you thinking?

"Urrrrghhhhhhhhhhhh,"

I groaned with frustration and she immediately called.

"Hukum, are you okay,"

I felt her hand on my shoulder and I opened my eyes to see the worry on her face. The loose strand of her hair danced on her side and I could help but nod.

"Yes, I am okay,"

I tried to smile.

"You are looking sick,"

She said in a slow voice and I shook my head.

"No, I am perfectly okay, happy,"

I did not know why I was blabbering but her presence was not helping me.

She nodded and straightened herself again.

I saw her confusingly moving her fingers into her hair while looking at me through the mirror.

And, I was staring at her silently sitting there on the chair in the towel waiting for her to finish.

Finish me first, Baby! 

I blinked and looked at her picking up the waist chain. She encircled it around her waist and I looked at her struggling to fix the lock.

"Let me help,"

I said and she turned to look at me.

I leaned in closer to her waist and held the ends of her waist chain in my hand. My sight was staring at her small beautiful navel, her curves and her midriff. 

God, I just wanted to hold her waist in both of my hands and kiss her belly.

But, I gulped to control myself and tied to concentrate on the task at hand.

I leaned in closer as my fingers were feeling irritated with the very small and tight lock. I pressed my teeth against it and she shivered with my touch a little.

"Thank you,"

She said with a shivering voice and I placed my lips gently on her belly. My baby would be there someday.

"You are beautiful, Aishwarya,"

I said and her face turned timid.

I looked at her looking at me and she brought her fingers into my wet hair, gently moving the strands away from my forehead.

"Are you okay? Hukum. I am really worried for you,"

I could feel her turning tense with the touch of her fingers in my hair. She must be feeling worried. First, the vermillion and then the thing in the morning. 

From her perspective, I could sense that she was tense.

And, shit, I forgot the vermillion bottle.

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