Published on:- 2/4/25 [Wednesday]
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❤️‍🔥Third Update❤️‍🔥

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Sunaina stood before the mirror, her heavy Rajasthani Rajput Poshak pooled at her feet. Now, only her embroidered blouse and skirt clung to her tired yet graceful body.

The reception was over, but the heat between them had just begun.

She felt him before she saw him.

Nilay.

His bare chest radiated warmth as he stepped behind her, his presence dominating the space.

No words. No hesitation.

His large hand found her stomach, fingers pressing firmly against her skin.

Sunaina's lips parted slightly as her breath hitched, not in surprise, but in expectation.

A slow smirk played at her lips as she looked at him through the mirror.

"You're late," she murmured, not scolding, but teasing.

Nilay's grip tightened as his deep dark brown eyes locked onto hers in the reflection.

A silent challenge. A promise.

"You are still standing," he countered back in a rough exhausted voice but something deeper was hidden in it.

Something that burned.

Fatigue clung to their limbs, but the fire that had ignited the moment his skin touched hers was unstoppable.

Nilay's warm lips brushed against her bare shoulder. His kisses were slow, deliberate. Each touch of his mouth sent a shiver rippled through her skin.

"My beautiful wife," he murmured against her,

His soft husky voice was laced with exhaustion and desire.

Sunaina tilted her head slightly, giving him more access, her eyes half-lidded as she watched him through the mirror.

"You were breathtaking tonight", he continued while his fingers were tracing the intricate embroidery on her blouse.

"Dressed like a queen... but all mine", He finished speaking and a smirk tugged at Sunaina's lips.

Yes, she was His and She knew it. She had always known it.

She turned in his arms and pressed her palms against his bare chest.

"Then why didn't you take me away sooner?", she teased him as her eyes were challenging him, daring him.

Nilay's gaze darkened as his control was slipping like grains of sand through his fingers.

"I am making up for it now," he rasped before his lips crashed onto hers.

He was claiming, devouring, worshipping her.

The night had been long. But this?

This was just the beginning.

Beginning of their intense love.

Nilay's lips burned a path down her neck, trailing fire along her skin. His hands were strong and possessive, gripping her waist, pulling her flush against his bare chest.

The contrast between her smooth skin and his firm muscles sent a delicious shiver through her body.

Sunaina let out a soft hum of approval while her fingers were tracing lazy circles over his shoulders. She wasn't shy, and wasn't hesitant.

She wanted him just as much as he wanted her, and she had never been the kind of woman to hold back.

Her nails dug into his skin as she whispered against his lips, "Show me, Pookie. Show me how much you missed me".

His control snapped.

With a low growl, he lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the bed.

The world outside faded; nothing else existed except the heat between them, the way their bodies fit, the way they set each other on fire.

As he hovered over her, his dark brown eyes drinking her in, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face and whispered, "Mine."

And Sunaina? She only smiled. She had always been his.

"Yours and you are mine".

Nilay cupped Sunaina's face as his thumb was tracing her lower lip as he held her gaze hostage.

There was no rush, no urgency; only the heavy, intensity crackled between them.

Then, he kissed her.

It started as a whisper-soft brush of lips, a teasing taste.

Sunaina leaned in, closing the space between them, demanding more. His hand slid to her waist, fingers pressing into her skin as the kiss deepened.

She lost herself in the warmth of his mouth, in the slow, soul-stealing way he claimed her.

Nilay kissed like he had all the time in the world; like he was memorizing every second, every breath, every sigh.

By the time he pulled away, Sunaina's lips were kiss-swollen, her heart was pounding.

His eyes smoldered as he murmured, "I could do this forever."

And she believed him.

Sunaina's breath was uneven, her eyes were gleaming with heat and mischief. She brushed her fingers over his lips, tracing the path he had left on hers.

"You will. Because I won't ever let you stop", she whispered seductively.

Nilay's smirk was slow and dangerous.

"Good," he murmured before capturing her lips again, harder this time, more desperate.

Every kiss, every touch, was a silent promise; a vow that she was his, and he was hers.

And tonight, there was no holding back.

The morning sun peeked through the curtains and filled the room with soft light.

Nilay woke up first as his arms were still wrapped around Sunaina's warm body.

It was the first time when Nilay woke up and found her sleeping peacefully. Otherwise, all the time, she was the one who always woke up and he found her staring at him.

Right now, She was lying on his chest and her dark hair spread across his skin.

Their legs were tangled under the sheets, still close from the night before.

A small smile played on Nilay's lips as he buried his face in her hair, breathing her in.

"You are awake," Sunaina mumbled sleepily.

Nilay gently traced circles on her bare back. "I never want to wake up without you in my arms."

She lifted her head slightly and her sleepy eyes were still filled with warmth.

"Then don't," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

Nilay chuckled, rolling her beneath him. His body covered hers, his touch sending warmth through her skin.

"You never get tired, do you?" he teased.

Sunaina smirked. "Not when it comes to you."

And just like that, the morning started exactly like the night had ended.

A few hours later, Sunaina was still in Nilay's arms, her body relaxed against his.

His fingers traced lazy circles on her skin before moving to her breasts, gently squeezing it in a teasing way.

Nilay smirked as he played with them and teased her, "They are bigger now."

Sunaina's lips curled into a lazy smile as her eyes were still half-closed.

"That's because someone doesn't leave them alone," she murmured in a seductive tone.

Nilay chuckled, leaning down to press a slow kiss to her collarbone. "Can you blame me?"

She sighed, arching slightly into his touch. "Never" she whispered.

He only grinned, his hands still exploring, refusing to stop.

After their intense lovemaking, they lay in each other's arms, wrapped in the warmth of the dimly lit room. The silence between them was peaceful, only broken by the steady rhythm of their breathing.

Suddenly, Sunaina broke the silence. "Nilay! I want to leave the Mafia."

Nilay, who had been tracing lazy circles on her back, stilled. His dark eyes snapped open. His gaze was sharp and unreadable.

He lifted his head slightly and looked down at her. "What did you just say?"

Sunaina sat up, pulling the sheets around her as she repeated herself, "I want out".

Nilay propped himself on his elbow and watched her carefully while he asked her, "Why now, Naina? After everything? Are you tired of this or something else is running in your mind?"

Sunaina took a deep breath while her fingers were clutching the sheets and responded, "In a few months, Scorpion Satan will have their heir and I know that second and third child will come soon too".

She laughed loudly and then silence engulfed them.

Nilay didn't say anything. He simply pulled her closer and rested his chin on top of her head. He understood her.

A strong wild thought was running in her devilish mind.

Sunaina sighed weakly. Nilay's silence wasn't cold; it was understanding. He stroked her back gently, as if giving her the space to let it all out.

After a long pause, he finally spoke in his calm voice, changing the tense atmosphere, "Why did you choose Papiha for the hawk's name?"

Sunaina blinked and was momentarily caught off guard by his question.

She looked up at him, searching his face, but he only gazed at her with quiet patience.

She exhaled softly and whispered, "Because Papiha is a bird that longs for the first drop of rain. It waits, sings, and craves for something that only nature can give. Just like me..."

Nilay's grip on her tightened slightly and his heart clenched at her words. He understood. He always did.

His fingers traced slowly in a reassuring circles on her back as she continued.

"Nilay! Papiha was my name," she confessed and Nilay didn't react.

"A name given by my mother. And Sunaina... that name came later, after I was adopted by my father; Kabir Khadka, the former King of the Scorpion Satan Mafia", Sunaina finished speaking.

Nilay didn't flinch, nor did his expression change. He simply watched her as his dark eyes were absorbing every word, every unspoken emotion behind them.

Sunaina swallowed hard, gripping his wrist. "I want Papiha to be recognised by everyone as well".

"Papiha was the daughter of a woman who loved her unconditionally. And Sunaina, the second in line of a world drenched in blood and power is the devil princess born because of the Satan", Sunaina said as there was a wave of emotions in her eyes and voice.

'You want to leave this life now?', He thought.

Still, Nilay said nothing.

Instead, he cupped her face gently and pressed his lips against her forehead.

A silent promise. A quiet understanding.

She wasn't just his wife. She was his strength, his equal. And no matter what name she carried; Papiha or Sunaina; Devil Princess, Daughter-in-law of Khanna or Princess of Gadh; she was his.

His wife, His love.

Sunaina looked at him and searched for any hint of disappointment or demand in his expression, but Nilay remained calm as his gaze was steady on her.

"Nilay! Is it necessary to share everything with you?" she asked him as his voice was laced with hesitation.

He didn't answer right away. Instead, he reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before his fingers lingered on her cheek.

"No! It's not necessary", he said softly.

Her breath caught. He wasn't demanding explanations or prying into her past. He was simply accepting her as she was.

Nilay leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her forehead.

"But if you ever choose to share, I'll always be here to listen", He said and she knew that her husband would always support her.

"Nilay! I want to draw your face right now", Sunaina said suddenly as her eyes were twinkling with joy as his words, support and acceptance made her happy.

"Here, right now but I don't have canvas or pencils here", Nilay said while looking straight into her excited gaze.

"I don't need any Canva or pencils. A simple pen and paper will work as well", Sunaina said confidently, causing him to raise his brows at her boldness.

He handed over her a pen and a paper and he sat in a statue posture.

Sunaina didn't look at him as she continued to draw on the paper.

Ten minutes later, she said, "Done".

Nilay was shocked, "It's already done. Woah! Let me take a look".

Sunaina forwarded the paper and Nilay frowned deeply at the image.

He looked at Sunaina and then at the paper again, "Where is the sketch?".

"Huh? Can't you see these circles here?", Sunaina said while pointing at the circles on paper.

"I can see but where is my face?", Nilay questioned as his frowned were getting deeper now.

"Arey! My whole heart! See through my eyes, I drew a very handsome face of yours", Sunaina said and Nilay huffed, "Where is it and why are there four dots on the paper?".

"Oh! These two circles are your Lake-like brown eyes and the lower two circles are your nipples that I love to sucks", Sunaina said, leaving Nilay stunned and speechless, "You!.....".

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