I suggest you to read the chapter in solace. It's a long one.

The warmth of his hands seeped through her thin blouse and spread throughout her body washing over her senses and taking over her sanity. Her hands were lost in the forest of his silky mane at the nape of his neck.

His lips caressed and nibbled her jawline, while his hands grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him making her body flush against his ,making her gasp in surprise.

"Aah! Daktar babu?" She said with difficulty as his lips caressed her throat when it moved as she spoke. His lips lingered longer on the front of her slender neck sucking her soft, delicate skin.

"Hmm?" He hummed at the back of his throat as he skimmed through the crook of her neck on her left side and his hands played with the part of her saree that was tugged on her shoulder. He tried to free it fumbling, and struggling but didn't care to remove his lips from her skin.

" You still love me, after I put you all through that?" She asked as her hands gripped his, one which was on her bare waist and one still on her shoulder trying to remove the infernal folds of her saree from her blouse.

"Loving you is not intentional, sweetheart.Its as involuntary as breathing to me." He said as his lips ascended to her chin again and wandered around her lips, touching and teasing them but not claiming them.

"I don't want you to ever regret loving me." She said less, whined more as she herself moved her head sideways to catch the hold of his lips.

" Never ever."He moved his face away from her, her face showed displeasure at the unwanted distance. He amused and took her hand and touched her knuckles to his lips and placed a lingering kiss on them and she closed her eyes as fresh tears filled her eyes upto the brim and slid down the bridge of her nose.

"Please, love me always. I'm not perfect. I make you cry. I hurt you a million times. But I'll try to be better ,I promise. I'll not threaten you with my life ever again because I don't want to die now. I don't want to just survive but to live in your arms forever and breathe in life filled with your scent. Please love me always." Her lips quivered and her hands shook as she gently laid them on her shoulders as she snuggled her head in the niche between his head and shoulder.  

"I can't ever not love you." He touched her left cheek gently and rubbed small circles on it soothing her. 

" If it means to get you in the long run, I.....I....could go through it all over agai---" Her lips trembled at her own abominable words but she couldn't complete them as they were swallowed by him as his lips touched hers in a quick, predatory motion. The kiss wasn't like any other he had given her before.

It was shattering and wrecking all her insecurities and her doubts about them, melting her griefs and ripping her miseries.

It held a sense of fiery promise, a desperate need to make her his, a stamp of approval , a claim that no one, literally no one could separate her from him.

And she felt it all in the motion of his lips, sucking and caressing hers, hungrily, desperately, vehemently, frantically.

His lips latched on hers , and his legs captured hers in an iron grip caging her.

His tongue breached the barrier of her lips when his teeth softly sunk in her lower lip making her moan in desire ,and swirled inside the warm recesses of her mouth like an untamed, wild snake, twisting and turning around her wet tongue which was readily submitting to his dominance.

His hands groped her back and his fingers blindly fought with the knots of her blouse and freed them one by one. In a swift tug, he pulled the front of her blouse, making it fall on the floor of the board. His kiss was hard and hungry and needy as if it was the doom's day , the last day of the world's existence and they were allowed to sin just today before the moment of judgment starts.

Sin?

Sin!!!!

"No, we....we can't do this. It's wrong." He said quickly and sat up in a jerky motion.

And in that single moment , Shetukala felt as if fell from the highest peak of the world , tumbling and falling down the slope like the rocks of a fatal landslide, getting bruises and scratches all along.

"Wh-why?" Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears and her voice sounded dejected.

"No, no no. It's wrong. Very wrong." He rubbed his face roughly, guilt showing on his face.

"What happened?" She asked, sitting up as his hands left her and she suddenly became too aware of the warmth he was giving her, like a Cashmere sweater hugging at all the right places on a chilly winter morning. The cold air blew just then to increase the impact of the cold distance between them as the sun finally bid goodbye to the surface and sank into the distant horizon into the vast stretch of the river.

She hugged herself around with her arms wrapping her saree loosely to cover her bosom.

"It's a sin, Shetu. We…you… Oh God! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.I mean that's very insensitive of me. You just came out from such a traumatic experience and I'm…" He rubbed one eye with his palm. " What am I doing? I promised myself that I won't do anything unless you are rightfully mine."

" Rightfully yours?" She cocked her head looked at him puzzled.

" Yes."

" Oh! " She looked at him, not understanding the context. Could it be about marriage? Of course not! Why would he even think of marrying her? Marriage was far fetched dream. Then?

" What oh? Say something. " He said, getting restless. He was worried he didn't make her feel rejected or any lesser than she usually thought her to be.

" I don't know what to make of 'rightfully'."

" What could it be? What do you understand by rightfully mine?"

" Am…am I not yours?" She asked hesitantly as she scooted near him, making her body touch his. She put her hands down, and her saree slipped revealing her perfect, round breasts and her maroon buds rose to attention partly by the attention they were getting from his hot gaze and partly by the chilly wind.

" Of…of course, you are mine and no one else's." He said as he slipped his arms around her waist enveloping her again in his warmth.
"And I'm yours, only yours. Till death do us apart." He said as he lifted her swiftly so that she settled on his thighs sideways.

She circled her arms around his neck and her deep, dark gaze pierced into his orbs to look for any doubt or reluctance but there was none. Her eyes bored into his deeply as if they could peek right into his soul.

"I don't understand what your version  of rightfully is , but I started becoming  yours the day I submitted my heart to you in that hut." She kissed his left cheek and rubbed her lips on a small scratch softly, making a soft hiss come out of his mouth. " I became yours more, the day when you wiped away the dirt of my body with the pure soil of earth and washed away my imperfections, my impurities and gave me a new hope." She kissed his right cheek, and her fingers rubbed unrecognizable patterns below his ear as she cupped his head between her hands.

"And more, the day you accepted my miseries, my fate , my past, my griefs without judging me, without flinching your nose." She kissed her nose gently.  "Not even a trace of disgust was visible in your eyes, when I told you about my unborn child." She kissed his eyes one by one , and he closed them as a sigh left from his lips. " I don't know what is the starting point exactly but today I know I'm yours, only yours. Each day , I became yours more and more rightfully. Even when I thought you didn't help me, I was yours. Yours to accept, yours to leave. Rightfully. Rightfully yours."

" No, Shona. I'll never leave you. And you are no one's to leave. You are a whole in self. I don't own you. Still, you are mine. My breath, my heartbeat. I can't even imagine my life without you."

" Love hurt me once, and it hurt me so bad that I swore not to fall for anyone again. Still, I couldn't help but fall for you head over heels and in the process you raised me so high that I forgot my oath of not loving again. Make me forget again, Krishna. All my nightmares, all my fears, all my insecurities , all the bad touches." She arched her neck and leaned towards his face so that his lips touched her neck,  and took his hand from her waist and brought it to her breast. "Slay all the grimy demons creeping on my skin with your burning touch and take me to the twinkling city of stars where total amnesia hits me. Where I forget everything and all I remember is your touch, touching me, my body , mind and soul all at once."

" Shetu! Please!" He kneaded her breast , and his lips suckled her neck with passion, leaving the marks of his desire on her creamy skin. "Stop me , Shetu!" He murmured, " If you… .if you talk like this, I won't be able to stop myself."

" I don't want you to stop yourself. Not today." She arched her neck more, giving his lips all the space to do all they wished to.

" Shetu, please." He pulled her head straight by grabbing the nape of her neck. His breath was heavy and so was hers as the hot warm sighs mixed when he touched his forehead with hers  "What  if ….what if….you are not ready yet like the last time? I don't want to see that scared look on your face again? What if… what if I hurt you?"

"Then, heal me with your touch again. You are my remedy , Krishna. You are my healing cure. You are my lifeline. Just , just make me forget everything apart from you."  She said as she cupped her face in her palms and dipped her neck and her lips met his.

The kiss was not desperate and hungry like his. But soft, ohh so soft and tender, like soft snowflakes falling on the delicate rose petals. Like  dandelions ,falling on the sunflowers. Like the cool wind of autumn brushing away the leaves from the branches and making them fall in the air, swirling and floating before landing on the ground softly. 

She pulled back from him, letting him breathe, and smiled looking into his eyes.

" Who are you? And What did you do to my shy Shetu?" He grinned at him playfully and he witnessed her former self when rosey pink dust sprinkled on her cheeks, spreading down her neck.

" I don't know. Just make me yours, most rightfully ever." She embraced him tightly and snuggled into him as if wanting to dissolve into him. 

" Shetu!" His palms spread on her bare shoulder blades and roamed aimlessly on her naked back.

" Please , Please I need you. I want you. I want more." She pleaded with need and desire as her fists tugged his kurta, trying to remove the undesirable barrier between them.

" Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

" I don't remember." She mumbled as she felt the infront of his body, from under his kurta, hard flesh beneath her fingers was ripped. Her fingers ran along the crests and troughs of his abs, memorizing the details, like reading a braille.

"Then let me prove it."  

Shetu gasped as he rolled over in a whiplash, and her back hit the fishnet covering the floor of the boat, and he hovered over her. She didn't get the time to react as his lips sank over her firm, round flesh wrapped in velvet. The warm wetness of his lips coated her skin and his tongue flicked on the small but taut maroon bud. Her nails scratched his scalp, when his hand took her other breast under its mercy and kneaded her to his will.

Your naked canvas is my sacred place, let me confess all my carnal sins tonight. 

"Mmmhhh!!! Daktar babu!" She moaned loudly as he sucked, nibbled and bit her softly.

"My name, Shetu!" He left her breast and growled the words, and she whined with need.

Moan my name in your desires and I'll make you forget yours.

"Ahhh, Batakrishna." Her core throbbed in need when he tugged her nipple with his teeth making her lose her mind and she moaned his name aloud.

He gave his undivided attention to the other twin and Shetu was a moaning mess for another several minutes.

He dipped his head in the valley of his mounds and his tongue licked the gorge between them.

His clothes came off in a frenzy and joined her blouse which laid around lazily unattended.

Before she could catch a deep breath, his lips started roaming and nibbling all over her chest, sucking and biting her collarbone. His hands kneaded and massaged her slender waist. His fingers hurriedly tugged her saree out of  the waistline of her petticoat and was thrown away like a hindering thorn on their path of lovemaking.

His mouth found her navel and his tongue coated her sunken round depression with its warmth.

She was so drowned in the sea of pleasure that she didn't realize when her rest of the clothes came off and became aware of her nudity when the cold air brushed against her bare thighs and feathered against her wet folds. She instinctively tried to close her thighs , but he held them from shutting and she let out a string of incompressible moans and whimpers. "Oh, oh my… .. oh…Batakrishna " when his tongue dwelled into her warm recesses sucking the nectar dripping from the nectaries situated between her velvety petals.

Let my tongue be the quill and your body be the blank parchment on which I inscribe my name so deep that the ink seeps into your soul.

Batakrishna!

Batakrishna!

Batakrishna!

Batakrishna skilfully grabbed her swollen nub in between his lips and sucked it hard , his cheeks turning hollow . Her back arched in pleasure and her hands pushed his head more towards her seam.

His tongue lapped in all the accessible spaces.

"Oh no, Oh Batakrishna, please. I….uh…ohhh ..oh my…" She thrashed her head sideways trying to get out of his hold when he shoved his wet taut tongue in her depth in a quick to and fro motion but he held her waist with both his hands as he relished her tangy sweetness of the honey dripping from her honeypot.

"Let it go, Shetu!" He commanded as he gave his sole attention and all the love to her bundle of sensitive nerves again as he flicked his tongue mercilessly on her clitoris and his fingers plunged into her seam, one by one until three and the deadly, fatal, wrecking, earth-shattering combination of his tongue and expert fingers took her to the heaven, several moons rotated around her head and she came undone on his tongue and saw stars behind her closed lids, and not which were twinkling in the sky right now.

She let out a scream  of his name, as she released and fell with a thud on the surface of the boat with her chest heaving up and down in an irregular rhythm and her heartbeat pacing with the speed of light. 

Oh Batakrishna! Only you can make me feel alive while you take my breath away. You are such an oxymoron.

He licked her more to gather and spread her wetness around her opening with his tongue and moved upwards to give her a taste of her tangy sweetness. His wet chin and drenched lips coated her parted lips as she still took deep breaths and ate the air hungrily for her oxygen-starved lungs.

She became aware of his own desire as his hardness touched her abdomen beneath his trousers. She instinctively touched him down and stroked his length while her cheeks flushed warm and she dug her face in the crook of his neck as she realized she was the reason for that.

"Damn!" He cursed under his breath as she stroked and rubbed his hardness from over his cloth. Her fingers became wet with the lubricant dripping from his shaft and he held her hand above his length.

"Please! Please don't shetu!" He said in a strained voice as he hugged her tightly sideways.

" What happened?" She asked in a worried whisper.

" If you keep doing it, I won't be able to hold anymore and I will combust before I could feel you."

She hummed a response and blindly tugged at his waistband and fumbled with his button. Unsuccessful in her attempt, she huffed in frustration and whined. "It's stuck."

Batakrishna chuckled at her innocent spar with a piece of cloth. Shetukala, irritated in the middle of heat, bit him on his shoulder playfully, making him shriek an "ouch" .

"Serves you right." She said grumbling.

Batakrishna pulled her head back and kissed her softly and looked into her eyes, his eyes holding the questioning.

Should we?

We should.
Her eyelashes fluttered with a final blink and he opened his trousers and lifted his bottoms to slide them down and finally kicked them away. He turned sideways, so she could feel the amplitude of his passion skin to skin. She gasped as she realized the girth and length of his manhood touching her soaked womanhood and worry danced in her eyes and searched his face for reassurance.

"I'll be gentle. Its my first time too. I'm also nervous." He stroked her cheek gently with the back of his hand and rubbed his nose against hers giving Eskimo kisses.

"It….it's not my first—"  She closed her eyes, as tears sieved from her eyalashes unchecked.

" Shhh…." He put his finger on her lips and lowered his eyes on her face so that his eyelashes wiped her tears decorating themselves with her tears in return. "It is. And believe me ,it will feel like it. Your first and my first together. No one can deny this." Her eyes pooled and she looked at him with admiration, gratitude, and tons of adoration.

He pushed her slightly so that she laid straight on her back. He hovered over her and held his manhood in one hand and spread her wetness mixed with his precum oozing out from the swollen head of his manhood on her already soaked folds.

She closed her eyes for the impending breach of her insides. He felt her thighs shivering and her breath becoming haggard. He realized she was ready emotionally, physically but not psychologically as she feared being in lack of control.

Shetukala opened her eyes when she felt him getting away from her body, she held his forearms with both her hands and looked at him apologetically.

She let out a surprised yelp when he rolled on his back and she was almost hoisted in the air and then straddled on him.

"Come on, Shetu! Take the charge. Control our union." He said as he held her still by his hands resting on her waist. " Take me the way you want."

"I… I…"  Shetu looked at him from above unsure, self conscious of her nudity, her sinful position, completely exposed to the surroundings. Laid down, she was hidden but now she could see the vast stretch of the river, the wavy pattern of the water currents that swayed the boat in a rhythmic fashion.
" What are we doing? Isn't this the wrong...wrong method?"

" Oh my innocent Shetu, mark my words. You will find this the most accurate method. Now do it before I lose the patience and show you another correct method." He winked at her and raised her a few inches above him as if she weighed nothing. "Touch me." He said in a serious tone which made her legs feel weak and her heart thumped with excitement.

She touched him from under her and revelled in the feel of the velvety undersurface of his pulsing member. She fisted his length up and down and rubbed her core over its head spreading their mixed wetness on it.

Batakrishna groaned in heavenly pleasure as she rubbed her bare core on his manhood now. "Take me in." His voice was strained and he was doing a commendable job stopping himself from plunging himself into her core in one go as his body desired.

As she sank slowly downwards, and the tip of his shaft touched her wet seam, she jumped reflexly. Batakrishna held her in time, and placed her again on himself.

"You can do it. Take it slow." He said with difficulty.

She took a deep breath and dig her knees in the floor of the boat, as she took him in a little. The tip of his erection stretched her painfully.

"I… .I ca-can't anymore. It hurts..." She said as she struggled to breathe, her heart beating erratically , threatening to come out of her mouth but her core throbbed with the much needed heat.

" You can, just some more." His breaths were labored now.
When he saw her faltering, he grabbed her bottoms and jerked his hips upwards, in a jerk and jabbed his phallus into her wet seam.

"Ahhhhhhh." She shrieked and she bent on him, her palms landed upon his chest and she dug her nails into his skin as she fought the piercing pain. Her insides stung.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It will get better. Relax . Relax." He said as he rubbed her waist and bottoms comforting her.

After a few seconds passed with only the sounds of heavy breaths in the air, Shetukala straightened herself , her palms leaving his chest and holding his wrist which were already on her hips.

"Start moving as you wish. Control the tempo." He said breathlessly.

Shetukala started moving naturally. She didn't need to know what to do. Like the Adam's Eve of the Terrestrial Paradise, her body knew what it wanted. She felt like the queen of the world sitting on her throne, in all her glamour , pride and glory. For the first time in her life, she felt Victorious. Like the ruler of the mundane world around her and this new found feeling control and triumph made her feel euphoric. Extremely ecstatic , diving into the bliss of superiority. She felt in control , and so so liberal. All because of him.

She rolled her hips like the unintentional seductress she was on his hardness and pulled herself up slightly before going all the way down in a thrust.

Batakrishna groaned at her mercy and closed her eyes. "Damn! It … .it feels like you are strangling me. You are so tight." He breathed the words and pursed his lips for the upcoming pleasure.

She lifted her thighs a bit again and moved up and down his length painting it with her fluids all over. She tilted somewhat backward , to see what she liked as slowly pain turned into pleasure. As she arched her back and held his thighs, taking her hands behind, the movement hit her at her 'straight to heaven' point and she moaned out a loud moan and continued to move in the same position. She increased her tempo.

"Oh my … oh my god! You are doing so well." He shrieked, getting high on her.

She was like an improved version of a prescribed drug, more potent, highly efficient, long lasting, and no side effects.

Well there was one, she was highly addictive. 

" I guess all the yoga is paying right." She said playfully, making him chuckle between his breathless pants.

As her back ached with the bending,  she straightened for relief still taking him in and out as per her whim, her hair came on her face.

Batakrishna opened his eyes as he sensed the change in her position and was mesmerized when the silvery moonlight of the half moon of Navami bathed her pristine body and her body itself shone like the moon. She gathered her long tresses and rolled her hips on his phallus, liking the feel while her hands held her head to overcome the giddiness that built up by the pleasure. She weaved her hands into her thick long tresses and arched her back slightly as her round bosoms shone with the moonlight and her taut buds poked out in the air. He would not be surprised if a stream of stars came around her and wrapped her breasts in their twinkling lights and lit up the spheroids with their brightness.

Batakrishna's hands itched to grab them , hold them , knead them. His lips opened apart on their own to kiss them, suck them , nibble them but she looked like a celestial nymph, an apsara who was allowed only to watch but not to touch. She looked like a virgin snow, untouched , unblemished , made of freshly fallen soft snowflakes and it was sinful to break her chastity.

"Aaah it….it feels good! So good." Her moan broke his daze and his hands spontaneously moved towards her and grabbed her breasts and massaged them.

As they say, hate the sin and not the sinner.

She moaned loud and ground her hips into his pelvis harder to fight the pleasure.
He groaned as his shaft throbbed with need.  "Damn! You look so beautiful, Shetu! So so beautiful. I think I'm going to forget my name unless you keep moaning it."

" I'm… I'm… going to
..ohh....yes…Batakrishna" She panted.

" Yes, Shetu! Come again. Let it go." He rasped as he rubbed his hands on her thighs encouraging her.

"I....I..… I can't. I'm not…able to…" She whimpered as she felt herself getting on edge but not meeting her release.

Batakrishna slid his one hand from her thigh inwards towards her seam. He rubbed her clitoris in frequent flicks with his thumb, amplifying her pleasure thousand folds. Her body rose a few inches, pulling him out of hers slowly but not completely, and then falling on him in a swift motion.

The thrusts became sloppy as he felt her thighs tightening with pain and her body losing strength. Her hands fell from her head to her sides slowly and she fell on his chest and her hands travelled from his chest to his shoulders as she leaned on him, her cheek touching her sweaty chest.

Taking the sign, Batakrishna took the charge and thrust in her harder and deeper into her making her cry out with pleasure. His one hand was still sandwiched between their bodies still pleasuring her nub making small breathless whimpers come out of her mouth.

She gasped, her core tightening around him choking his shaft in an iron grip. He left her nub and held her hips as his nails dug into her fleshy globes, while thrusting deeper into her at the same time. The mechanical resonance of the swaying boat matched his rhythm and it felt like a lullaby lulling him to sleep in the abode of pleasure.

He plunged into her for the final time, her teeth sank into her shoulders as she came undone above him drenching his phallus with her steamy fluids and his hips jerked again and again as the tight clenching of her core squeezed him dry and he groaned loudly taking her name as he washed her insides with his love seeds.

As our bodies exploded in orgasms, our souls unite amongst the raspy moans and groans.

She collapsed on him, spent and his hands wrapped her bare waist and he kissed her forehead as he himself laid on the boat floor drained and worn out after his high-trip.

A few moments later, Shetukala felt a cold ring slipping into her ring finger as he murmured into her ear ''rightfully mine'' but she was too dazed to understand. She smiled dreamily and snuggled back into her own personal blanket as he covered themselves with her red saree.

It was a battle of pleasure, I won you and lost myself to you as I lay spent in your arms , vulnerable and exhausted.

Amnesia hit both of them as they felt they have entered a different realm of pleasure and desire through a magical portal, forgetting all the earthly illusions as they laid in each other's arms, drenched in love. 

I've a thousand caresses to provoke your desires, a million kisses to burn your passions and a billion orgasms to quench your thirst.

I'm exhausted too , ahem *clears throat* with the writing of course. Coz 4.8 k words. 🥵

Do tell me how it was. Shetukala gave a new meaning to the boat'ride' didn't she ?😂
I'm expecting comments from those especially who expressed their desire for this healing romance. ❤️❤️❤️

SPECIAL NOTE ----

This chapter has been dedicated to Batakrishna_ki_Mira   aka Meem_Akter_Shetu  for her continuous encouragement and support. I couldn't have written this book without her.

And, and to my sweetest babe ARCskrantikimashal   aka Subhashree Mishra for her amazing , unmatched surprise for me. #Sherishna

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