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Hello, makkaleyy. Hope you are doing good. Apologies for not updating sooner. I was caught up with too many things and was travelling a lot! Just came back this morning and I'm tired to the bone!

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Ashaangi SS Bewitched

Chapter Thirty Six

Sivaangi rubbed her hands together, trying to keep herself warm. She watched as Ashwin sauté the vegetables in the pan while she was seated on a chair. She didn't dare keep her bare feet on the floor as it was chill.

'Night kulurum, socks eduthu vachuko nu indha manushan sonna apove eduthu vachurukanum. Cheh!' Sivaangi thought adjusting her sweater.

(I should have listened to him when he said it'll be cold at night and pack socks. Cheh!)

After their promenade around the lake, they decided to cook something lite for the dinner. Ashwin offered to prepare soup and cheese toast and Sivaangi readily agreed. They bought the ingredients on their way back.

Once they refreshed, Sivaangi dragged Ashwin to the kitchen. She wasn't that hungry but she wanted to watch him cook. They chatted as he cut the vegetables leisurely and then he started cooking.

Sivaangi blew into her palm as an attempt to keep herself warm. With airpods on, Ashwin was on a business call with Sanjay and Stanley. She looked at him closely, the way his hair dances to his movements, his hold on the wooden spatula and the way he tossed the pan with veggies.

Every single movement was extremely normal but in Sivaangi's eyes, Ashwin looked attractive. She looked at him dreamily, admiring him. Ashwin, who just wind up the call, paused and half-smiled as he saw Sivaangi lost in him.

Chuckling, Ashwin switched off the flame and set the pan aside before snapping his fingers in front of Sivaangi, pulling her out of her trance.

"Madam enn azhagu la mayangitinga polaruke?" Ashwin teased with an eyebrow raised.

(Is Madam lost in my handsomeness?)

Sivaangi gave a sheepish smile and then took Ashwin's hand in hers.

"Semma kulir la?" Sivaangi placed Ashwin's palm on her cheek.

(It's very chill, right?)

Ashwin smiled and grabbed Sivaangi's chin with his other hand. With a suggestive wink, he said, "I can help you in keeping you warm, you know"

Sivaangi looked up and down at Ashwin before shaking her head, "Neenga adhuku ellam seri pattu vara matinga, Ashwineyy"

(You are only full of words and nothing else, Ashwineyy)

"Heyy!" Ashwin sounded offended.

Sivaangi laughed, "Ponga, poe dinner panunga"

(Go, prepare dinner)

"Nee ena romba underestimate panra ma!" Ashwin complained.

(You are underestimating me a lot!)

"Aahan, focus on din-" Sivaangi paused in between when her mobile blared. It was Anusha's call.

(Aahan, focus on din-)

Sivaangi excused herself and went to the living room. Ashwin smiled at the way she went and focussed on cooking. He grated cheddar and mozzarella cheese. Once he heated the pan enough, he placed the bread to toast it.

Ashwin was so involved in cooking that he didn't know how time flew. He finished cooking half an hour later. By the time Sivaangi also ended the call. The couple sat together on the dining table in the living room.

Sivaangi moaned and enjoyed the food. She kept on appreciating Ashwin for two minutes straight making him smile wholeheartedly.

"Anusha akka's wedding reception theme is red. She said she's designing both her and Vikranth ji's wedding dresses" Sivaangi said excitedly, "Akka's an amazing designer but because she was more passionate with managing business, she doesn't get time to design now-a-days. But finally, she's designing again!"

Sivaangi showed few designing models to Ashwin and they discussed over it.

"Namma kalyanathuku naan dha namma clothes ah design pannuven" Ashwin declared with a smile and took a bite of his sandwich.

(I'll design our dresses for our wedding)

Sivaangi's heart couldn't help but flutter when Ashwin mentioned marriage. They haven't even confessed that three words to each other but it was moments like this that seals the commitment and love they have for each other.

"Enaku violet, purple mathiri shades romba pidikum aana wedding saree red dhan" Sivaangi said and Ashwin nodded. She then said, "Akka wedding ku enaku neenga design pannanum"

(I love shades like violet, purple but wedding saree should be red... You have to design my dress for Akka's wedding)

"Sure" Ashwin blinked at Sivaangi who smiled back at him.

After dinner, the couples made their way upstairs. Sivaangi was bit tired but she was aware that she was alone with the guy she loves in the middle of woods. The last thing she wanted to do was to doze off.

Ashwin, on the other hand, realized the same. He eyed at Sivaangi who sat in the center of the cozy bed, going through her mobile. He got a call from his mother. Alarmed, he walked outside the room.

Sivaangi watched Ashwin gesturing call and walking out of the room. Taking the chance, she quickly audio called her parents and after basic conversation, ended the call quickly. She texted Harish and then put her mobile on charger.

Glaring at the floor, Sivaangi pouted before climbing down from the bed. In this cold temperature, the bed felt heavenly but she wanted to switch on the tv. She quickly ran to the tv, switched it on and grabbed the remote before running to the bed.

Sivaangi pulled the duvet over her and made herself comfortable on the bed. Ashwin walked in and closed the door behind him. She gulped realizing they are to share the bed for the whole night, in a house where they were all alone.

Ashwin smiled at Sivaangi, moved to his backpack and removed his sweater. She frowned. Won't he feel cold? She watched him place his sweater inside the backpack and her eyes widen when he pulled the t-shirt over his head.

Ashwin's muscles flexed with his movements and Sivaangi's throat ran dry. Feeling the chill air hitting his body, he shrugged and tugged the edges of his black wife beater. He looked at her and she instantly averted her gaze.

"TV pakalama?" Sivaangi asked, clearing her throat.

(Shall we watch TV?)

"Pakalamey" Ashwin said hiding his smile. He clearly saw how his actions affected Sivaangi.

(Okay, we will watch)

"Yenna pakalam?" Sivaangi asked looking at lot of OTT options.

(What shall we watch?)

"Unaku yedhu pidikudho vai ma, pakalam" Ashwin said placing his right knee on the bed.

(Keep whatever you want, we will watch)

Sivaangi hummed and pressed the arrow button in the tv remote but paused, widen her eyes and looked down. Ashwin laid down on the bed, with his head on her lap. He smiled at her widen eyes and raised an eyebrow in question. She shook her head, composed herself and looked on the tv screen, trying not to think about her guy on her lap.

Ashwin smiled when Sivaangi ran her fingers through his hair. He took her other hand and placed it on his torso as he saw the tv. She was still choosing on what to watch. He bit his lips and shook his head. He wasn't interested in tv but at his woman.

With a mischievous smile, Ashwin turned on Sivaangi's lap, facing her clothed stomach. She paused, sensing his movement but didn't react further.

"Inum choose panalaya ma?" Ashwin asked, not bothering to look up at her.

(You haven't chosen anything yet?)

"Idho vaikuren" Sivaangi said shakily and was randomly pressing buttons, her whole senses were focused on Ashwin's actions.

(I'll now)

Sivaangi took a sharp intake of breath when Ashwin wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled into her clothed stomach. Her grip on him tightened as she looked down. He nuzzled into her again, making himself comfortable.

She heaved deep breaths, on feeling his hot breath. She squirmed but he held her in place by tightening his grip around her waist.

"Ashwin!" Sivaangi breathed out shakily. Is she in one of the books she reads?

"Hmmmm"

(Warning: Mature content ahead. Make out dhan, irundhalum, those who are uncomfortable, kindly skip)

His hand slipped inside her sweater and t-shirt. She stiffened when she felt his cold fingers on her bare skin. She hissed lowly, feeling the chillness of his finger. With his head still against her clothed stomach, he drew patterns on her bare skin.

She gasped softly when she felt his other hand slipping inside her t-shirt. Her sweater and t-shirt riled up a little and a gush of cold air caressed her bare skin, making her tighten her hold on him.

He was conscious of the way she was reacting to his touches and it boosted his confidence. He took a deep intake of breath before pushing her t-shirt up. She gasped audibly when she felt his hot breath on her stomach while chill air teased her too.

His breath quickened at the sight of her navel. He gulped, desire slowly clouding his eyes. She shuddered and slightly moaned when he rubbed his cheek against her stomach, his stubbles caressing her bare stomach.

Her every reaction to his touch boosted his confidence even more. He peppered soft kisses on her stomach, his tongue slightly tasting her skin making her curl her toes in pleasure. She held onto his bicep while her other hand was buried in his thick mane, pulling him closer.

She hissed when he bit her stomach. Before she could feel the sting any longer, he sucked and trailed wet kisses over her stomach. She moaned aloud when his tongue played with her navel, making her squirm with pleasure.

When he pulled back, their eyes met while they panted softly. In a nick of a second, he pushed her on the bed and hovered over her. Before she could realize, his hungry lips were on hers and she welcomed him with equal fervour.

As he kissed her, his arms were caressing her waist on the either side while she had her arms wrapped around his neck. She shoved her tongue inside his mouth, urging him to fight her, which he gladly did.

Her hand descended to his neck and then to his chest. She caressed his chest hair and then tugged his wife beater. Understanding her cue, he broke off the kiss, removed and tossed his wife beater before kissing her again.

Her hands roamed over his body. She felt the heat radiated from him and she craved to feel him against her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him more to her. He left her lips and peppered wet kisses all over her face before looking at her.

They were a panting mess. He threaded his fingers through his hair as his hooded eyes met hers. Her heart was going crazy on seeing his gestures. She averted her gaze to his chest mole, her fingers inching closer to caress it.

She lifted herself off the bed and he pulled back from her; his eyes never leaving hers. She pushed him to lay down on the bed and he did but they didn't break their eye contact.

With her gaze fixed on him, she threw her leg over him and sat on his stomach. He groaned lowly and took a sharp intake of breath as an already throbbing organ of his twitched painfully.

Unaware of the havoc she was causing, she leaned front and kissed his neck. He arched his neck and she left a trail of kisses before kissing his chest mole. His hands which were on her waist, climbed up.

His one hand inched upper and he gulped before cupping her breast. She stiffed on feeling his hand on her bosom and she moaned softly when he pressed her mound. Gaining confidence, he squeezed her bosom again, eliciting another moan from her.

Pleasure clouded their eyes as her lips found its way to his neck while his hands played with her soft mounds. She arched herself and moaned when he slipped his hand inside her t-shirt and pressed her bra covered breast.

He pulled back and his eyes met hers. He tugged her t-shirt softly and then asked, "May I?"

As if her eyes weren't already flushed, she blushed and nodded her head, "Light?"

Understanding her, he nodded his head and got down the bed. Once he switched off the light, he opened the balcony door screen and the moon light invaded the room. With desire filled eyes and teasing smile, he got inside the bed and she blushed under his gaze.

He tugged her arm to sat up and once she did, she raised her hands up like a child, making him laugh. He removed her sweater, t-shirt and camisole in one ago and tossed it aside.

She shivered when the cold air hit her body but felt warm when she was pressed to the bed by him. He kissed her neck and peppered kisses on her collarbone. She moaned and fisted his hair when he kissed her cleavage and sucked the spilled flesh from her bra.

She moaned while he kissed her right breast over her brassiere while the other hand flicked her aroused bud over the brassiere. She was a moaning mess, experiencing it for the first time. She felt his need against her thigh, making her core clench and her cheeks redden.

He kissed her cleavage while his hand worked on removing her right bra strap. She felt conscious when he pulled her bra cup down but moaned when she felt his lips brushing against her aroused buds. He placed a kiss before sucking her, marking her arch herself in pleasure.

He took his own time with pleasuring her. She reached her high from his administrations, wetness coating her insides. His groan and her moan filled the room as the couple lost themselves in pleasure.

They can feel the heat between them despite the cold weather. Once satisfied with the attention he gave to her both mounds, he left her bud with a pop before kissing his way up to her lips.

Groaning, he rested his head on her breasts and breathed heavily. She shivered with the intensity of emotions and pleasure she was going through and she knew what he was going through.

She threaded her fingers through his hair as he tried to compose himself. A minute later, he pulled back and laid next to her. She scooted closer to him and he took her into his arms. Bared from the torso, the couple breathed into each other and slowly accustomed to the new intimacy between them.

He laid her on the bed and jumped out of the bed. She pulled the duvet over her and looked at him. He found his and her t-shirt, put on his and climbed back on the bed. He made her wear the t-shirt and pulled her into his embrace before covering them with duvet.

They were spent after a long day. The exhaustion caught up. He asked her if she was okay. She replied yes and buried her face in his chest. He caressed her hair softly and tightened his hold around her. Wrapped in each other's warmth, they slept with the moon light over them. 

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