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Aishwarya POV

Hukum's condition was worrying me. I did not know but I was not feeling very well with the things happenings around us.

First the vermillion and then Hukum turning sick.

My fingers were running into his smooth, soft and thick hair and I felt him pressing his forehead against my midriff gently.

A slight shiver ran down my spine and I shifted a little on my feet.

"Hukum,"

I called in a slow voice and I could feel his slow and deep breath fanning against my skin making me shudder a little.

"Hn?"

He hummed and I tried to ask.

"I know if I would ask 'What is wrong?' you will say 'Everything is okay, Aishwarya, everything is good,' but if we were in each other's place then you might not accept the same answer from me...,"

My heart was pounding insanely in my chest as the words were rolling down my tongue.

"...instead you would dig deep, pick the whole world on your head until you would know what is wrong if there is any. Same way, I am concerned for you. I can see clearly that you are not okay. Maybe the thing will not require my help but I deserve to know. At least, I should know the thing that is bothering you,"

I finished in a slow voice and he inhaled a deep breath against my skin.

"The problem is that you are very young Aishwarya and I am afraid that I will end up hurting up,"

He said in a slow voice and I gulped nervously and closed my eyes for a moment.

"All my life people have considered me incapable of understanding things. My sisters always used to say that I do not understand clothes, I do not understand politics, I do not understand what they talk and my father used to say that I do not understand anything. And, now you are also thinking that I am incapable of understanding instead I will get hurt. Fair enough, seems like the problem has always been in me,"

I said in a slow voice and I heard him shaking his head a little.

"This is not the case, Aishwarya,"

He straightened his head and said in a slow and painful voice.

"Actually, I am really really sorry but I forgot to bring you another bottle of vermillion,"

He said in a slow voice and just by looking at his face a smile appeared on my face.

"It's okay, I collected the scattered vermillion and I can use it,"

I said and he gulped tensely.

"Are you sure?"

He asked and I nodded.

"Yes, and what about your health?"

I asked and he stood up from the chair and my heart skipped a few beats. His tall body and naked chest blocked my vision for anything else and I could see the water droplets falling down his hair on his chest and forehead.

He was smelling fresh with the bathing oils and water.

I gulped silently and I saw him coming closer. His gaze lowered as if he was feeling shy and uncomfortable while meeting my gaze.

I felt his lips touching my hairline and his hand gently touching my forearm.

He took my hands slowly closer to his stomach and I could feel how tight his body was. There were lines in his stomach and my fingers unknowingly slipped into those lines, tracing them.

"I am craving your touch, Aishwarya. It is like my sensibility, my calmness and peace is dependent on it,"

He said and I could feel my cheeks turning hot with his words. Suddenly, the room was falling short for both of us. The closeness was making me feel weak in my knees already and my heart started to pound slowly.

"Then, I will touch you until you feel at peace,"

I managed to say and inhaled a deep breath while taking a step closer to him. Our feet touched each other and I felt my toe slightly over his.

"But, I do not want to us-,"

"You are not using me. It is my own free will,"

I cut him off immediately and my eyes were fixed on his midriff. The puffed chest, the lines as if they were carved into him.

"How did you get these lines? Hukum,"

I tried to ask in a slow voice and I could feel his breathing turning heavy. The slight noise of my bangles was following my movements.

"Exercise, Aishwarya,"

He said in a slow voice and I felt my fingers trembling a little while touching him.

"You do not hav-,"

"I want to,"

I cut him off again and lifted my gaze a little up to look into his eyes. 

He blinked looking into my eyes, I could feel his gaze turning soft and looking back into my eyes.

"Where should I touch you?"

I asked in a very slow and shaky voice and he lowered his gaze a little. I could see that he was feeling shivery a little and said in a husky voice.

"A little low,"

His lips trembled a little and I lowered my gaze again to his waist and I could see a highlight of something long and heavy beneath the layers of his towel.

Scroll.

My words hung in my throat and my brows thinned in a line.

Not a scroll.

The towel could not have pockets and I did not notice it before.

I blinked slightly nervously and I asked in a very slow and timid voice.

"Shall I take it off?"

My cheeks were insanely hot, and the wave of tremors was rolling down my spine. But, nothing was scaring my curiosity.

He was standing just in a towel in front of me and after removing it he would be naked. It was not like I had not seen anyone naked before. I did see the children of my sisters naked but they were like two years old. She asked me to give a bath to her son quite a lot of time.

But, he was not two years old.

He was twenty-five years old, he was taller than me, bigger than me, heavier than me and certainly a lot more powerful than me.

Unknowingly, my thoughts were going back to that two-year boy and then Hukum. My brain was unknowingly comparing the size of their fingers. An inch and then three inches. And, then the size of the baby's nakedness and Hukum's naked...

I gulped nervously and a few things were making sense behind the scenes.

I lowered my trembling fingers to his towel.

His palms were still around my forehead, gently cupping them, not forcing me, not stopping me, just touching me. Carefully and lovingly.

I unhooked the end of the cotton towel from the side of his waist and it started to loosen up.

My heartbeats raced insanely wild and my chest started to do up and down with the strong shivers running down my spine.

The towel slipped low and my gaze noticed the not-so-scroll thing. Big, hard and long.

I gasped audibly and I felt even more weak in my knees.

My eyes blinked rapidly as I forgot to breathe.

I felt him pressing his lips against my forehead and his breathing was audibly heavy.

I blinked nervously and my bangles tickled a little as I raked my fingers on his lower abdomen, away from it.

I sucked on my lips as my throat was running dry and looked at the towel falling down to our feet.

"Sh...ould... I tou...ch t-this?"

I tried to ask in a slow voice and he brushed his lips lightly against the side of my forehead.

"Pleaseeeee,"

His voice was slow and I felt his weight shifting against me a little with the pressing of his lips. My back pressed against the table and I blinked nervously and silently.

My heart was doing all kinds of flips and I took my trembling fingers to that.

My index and middle finger touched it a little and I felt a slight shiver running into his body and it made me shiver too a little seeing his reaction.

That was something similar to what I felt when he touches me.

My brain oozed up a little with the heat running up to my cheeks and sensations rolling around my head and a part of me felt good about him feeling that way. A little only.

"More?"

I asked and he nodded.

"Yes, take it in your hand, Aishwarya,"

He said in a husky and shaky voice and I gently moved my finger to wrap around it. I hardly could. My hand felt so small that even after wrapping my fingers around it, my middle finger and thumb felt an inch apart. It was thick and hard. Like a bone.

"Like this?"

I asked in a slow voice and he nodded.

"Yes,"

I could feel him throbbing and shaking a little in my head.

A thick drop appeared on the top of it and I gulped looking at it.

"Is it hurting? Hukum,"

I asked in a slow voice as the concern was dancing over my head and he shook his head.

"Nooohhhh, it's good,"

He said and I did not for how long I had to keep it in my hand. It was hot, two shades darker than his skin tone and soft. I could sense that it was sensitive and the reason for what he was feeling right now.

"Now?"

I asked and he kissed the side of my forehead lovingly. My head tilted a little sidewards with his lips pressing on the side of my forehead. I could feel the heat rubbing over my cheeks like the spiders crawling and making me close my eyes for a moment and suck on my lips to compress the sound of my breathing through my mouth.

"Rub it,"

He said and I thinned my brows confusingly not understanding.

"Rub?"

I gulped silently and felt his hand gently moving from my forearm to my hand.

His finger firmly wrapped around mine and I saw him moving my hand up and down against it slowly yet firmly. 

"Like this,"

He said and I inhaled a deep breath.

"Oh,"

A soft gasp escaped.

"Does it feel good?"

I asked in my slow voice.

"Incredible,"

He said breathily and I saw his hold loosing up on my hand and eventually his hand moving away from my hand letting me take the complete charge.

I kept stroking my hand against it, slowly and gently and heard his breathing going wild, and insanely uneven. His body started to shake a little and his chest pounded heavily.

"Aarrrrrggghhhhhhhhhh,"

An audible cry escaped his lips and a strong shiver ran down my spine with it. My knees were feeling insanely weak, my stomach was twisted, my heart started to pound heavily in my chest and my core turned insanely wet. I could feel the wetness rolling down the inside of my thigh and I closed my eyes. The noise of my bangles increasing.

"Are you okay?"

I asked in a slow voice and he kissed my cheek.

"Ahh, yesssss, yesssssss, baby,"

What was happening?

And, why was happening?

I was feeling as if it was becoming our dirty little secret. And, I was feeling insanely timid.

"A little more,"

He said in a husky and broken voice and I kept moving my hand and he screamed.

"Fuucccckkkkkk!"

I felt his fingers trembling around my forearm, his chest doing up and down, his stomach moving and suddenly.

"Stooppp, st-ooppppp, stoppppp,"

He took a step away from me in a hurry. Leaning back into the chair, his hand grabbed the towel immediately and pressed against it.

His chest lifted up, his head rolled back against the back of the chair and his lips wide apart exhaling heavily.

"Arrrrrghhhhhh, aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh,"

He cried whisperly and I felt my heart all set to explode.

It was dangerous.

I lost my balance and pressed my hand back against the edge of the table.
Sweat beads were there around my forehead and I pressed my thighs together as I could feel wetness there.

My eyes shut close for a few moments and I tried to catch on my own breathing while hearing him panting heavily.

Why was I feeling this way?

It was scary yet exciting.

The silence followed until the wild noise of his breathing faded away into the air and I looked at him.

His eyes were still closed and his chest had turned red. His neck stretched by the tilt of his head to backwards and I looked at him gulping as the bone in his neck moved visibly. It twisted my stomach differently.

I could not say anything but feel that his face had glowed up and now I was feeling terribly sick.

My brain was not processing anything and I tried to turn myself to look into the mirror.

Was he happy or sad?

Was I happy or sad?

Or this was not about being happy or sad?

Or maybe it was too soon to measure things in the weight of happy or sad?

I looked at myself in the mirror and realised that my nipples were painfully hard and poking against the fabric.

I still remember the touch of his hand on my chest when he was pressing his hand hard against me.

It was so hot and different.

But, felt good.

And, I also felt something similar that time to what I had just felt right now.

"Hukum, are you okay?"

I asked in a slow voice and looked at him through the mirror.

He nodded a little and I could feel his body slowly easing up.

Was he falling asleep?

I doubted but felt too much to ask.

A slight smile appeared on my face and I looked down to my hand.

He was craving my touch. That was why he was feeling awkward and behaving that way in bed. And, he was feeling shy to ask me to touch him.

But, why my touch?

Maybe because I was his wife and he would feel ashamed of asking anyone else.

I inhaled a deep breath and looked up at myself in the mirror.

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