Aditya

I was at the bar with the boys.

As per the bride's orders, the Sangeet celebration had to be extremely traditional, just like the other celebrations. It did give us boys some good time together while all the elders, especially ladies were busy with the Sangeet.

Abeer was with us as well.

We all sure needed this time.

"No but really? Why does she have to be so adamant? I cannot even see my own fiance? That's soo unfair."

This dude is still whining.

God! He's getting on my nerves now.

One more day and she'll be your wife.

For fucks sake Abeer, chill out. You can see here whenever after tomorrow.

But it immediately panged inside me. How I miss Zoya when I'm out, flying.

In the past four months of our relationship... I guess I have missed her more than I actually got to be with her.

Our schedules are so tight that we have to scrape time out for us.

In between our tassle to find to be together, I had my parents come over too.

Since it'd be too soon for my parents to know about her.
We had to keep our meetings outside.

After days and sometimes weeks of pining to see her, I only get to have a meal with her. And the way, that little time satisfies me and yet somehow leaves me craving for more, helps me understand Abeer.

It truly must be very difficult for him to not see the woman he loves even when they're under the same roof.

I don't think I'd ever be able to do that.

Moment I know Zoya's around, I always run to her.

I take a sip of my cocktail as I think about her.

"But Damn Abeer, I regret not coming to that trip you planned." Danish exclaimed.

"Oh right boy!... Only if you told us that Dhara had such hot girlfriends." Siddhesh, Danish's cousin continued.

"Especially...Zoya. damn! She fine!!!" Danish said, it made my ears twitch as I look at him.

I think he noticed my disapproval that he toned it down.

"I meant... she's hot. One cannot deny that."

"Sure she is. You got lucky Adi. I heard that she'd just broken up before the trip."

"Our boy bagged her!!" He laughed, giving my shoulder a playful pat.

"Bagged? You're going to use that word? what do you think my girlfriend is?" I said, less like a question but more like a statement that'd keep his mouth rather shut. He raised his arms in a surrendering manner, realising that he needed to keep his words in check.

This was not the first time we were discussing women.

I mean... We're school buddies who're meeting after years.. What else do you think we do when we have a little alcohol in us?.... But although I know that my friends are not assholes... Infact, they're good people.

I don't really want them to mention Zoya.

I choose my people carefully but not all my people are here...infact, Abeer and I don't really have many common friends.., yet..I get a little protective when it comes to Zoya and her name.

What I have with her is sweet, and pure. I don't want to discuss love with people.

people? I think at this point of my life, it's just Abeer that I feel comfortable talking about her.

I guess, I am a little private like that.

"Her Ex tho! Heard he's here." Siddhesh said.

"Right. Right. Yash Arora...isn't he?" Danish said. "Abeer, he's your acquaintance, isn't he?"

"Our companies deal together a lot. That's how we do keep running into each other. but it's also true that I had no hand in his and Zoya's relationship."

Okay Abeer. That wasn't needed.

"How did they meet then?"

Why do you care...Dumbfuck???

"Can you guys not talk about something else??" I interrupted.

"Why are you getting so worked up? Jealous?"

Was I?

It's true that I absolutely hate that man to my guts and listen, I don't have anger issues okay? I just feel that if I happen to see this one particular man, I might get violent.

it's one thing. I'm not jealous. I'm angry...angry for what he did to my Zoya.

My Zoya.

That asshole had the best woman to exist and he fucked up. I'm glad that he did because if he hadn't, I'd have still been pining after her.

I'm not jealous.

I'm selfish.

"No.." I answered. "I don't want to talk about that asshole."

I might have sounded a little too angry, for they really stopped after that.

"That's him." Siddhesh slightly pointed and drew my attention to a tall, lean guy on the other side of the bar counter, getting a drink before leaving to attend a group of men I have no clue about. He was dressed rather casually, I see a pair of spectacles on his extremely punchable dumb looking face.

"He probably heard us."

"Good for him. Atleast he'd know who he should not try messing with." I said taking another gulp in.

~

At around midnight, when I entered our hotel room I literally had something in front of my eyes that boggled my mind so much that I had to rub my eyes.

There were four little kids, sleeping on our bed.

Hello? that's my and my Zoya's bed.

I pointed at them with shock. Questions playing on my lips but she has silently sushed me. Zoya wasn't sleeping, but she was sitting by their side, going through her phone and slightly caressing a kid's hair.

"What?" I whispered when se got off the bed, tying her short robe tighter and approached me.

"They wanted to be with me and felt sleepy so I made them sleep here only." she replied whispering.

"Who are they tho?"

"Dhara's family."

"didi" the little 5 year old something boy who she was caressing hair of mumbled in his sleep.

It's over 12 at night kiddo. GO TO SLEEP.

I mentally scolded him for making zoya run to him.

"Here here." she sat by his side again and made that cute 'sorry, please understand' face that I lose against.

I sighed and went into the shower.

look. I don't hate kids.

In fact, I actually love them.

But right at this moment? they're getting on my nerves.

The entire day, I was waiting for the moment where I'll hold my cuddly, soft, lovely girlfriend close to my chest or have my hair caressed....and they ripped me off of it?

Why does he get to have Zoya by his side and pat him to sleep and not me? Just because he's 5?

RIDICULOUS.

I know I was being stupid.

Jealous of a 5 year old boy?

Getting angry at little kids because they too wanted Zoya's time?

I was being ridiculous and stupid...just like how I always am because of her but for god's sake...nothing can soothe the ache that I feel when I'm not close to her.

I want her.

I want her ...so bad.

I wiped my hair and although I'd have normally gone out in just my trunks but I put on a black sleeveless T-shirt/ vest too because...okay fine, they're asleep but there's still kids out in my room.

I felt weird going out half naked.

If it was just Zoya, I'd have loved doing that....I want her to find me hot and comfortable but...An adult man should maintain some conduct before children.

ah! I genuinely love kids and care about them but...not now please. I want my Zoya.

I want to crush her body under mine on the bed and make her take her my name in the most surreal and tempting ways but....ugh...ADI.

STOP!

BEHAVE!

Burring the urge to taste her lips, I went out...only to find that she wasn't on bed anymore and was standing my the dressing table...putting on some lotion.

When she saw me, she walked towards me with a smile.

"Sorry." she said.

ugh. I might melt.

My palm cupped her cheek and gave her the 'it's okay' nod.

I looked at the kids to confirm that they were all asleep and held her hand before walking towards the bathroom.

"Adi?" she asked with surprise as I shut the door behind us.

To answer her..I pulled her by her waist and crashed my lips on hers.

Zoya

The way he was kissing me right now, I grew aware of our desire to touch.

A hungry groan left my mouth when his palm squeezed on my waist. He lifted me to make me sit on the slab. His quick tug untied my light purple satin robe.

"Adi..." I warned as he was motioning towards my neck. "Kids.." I mumbled.

He held my face and met my eyes.

"How will we find time for us when we have our own kids Zoya? Don't you think we might use some practice?" he said in the most innocent yet most sultry way.

Kids?

our kids?

he wants to have kids with me?

The idea excited me but right now?

I was thoroughly seduced.

He slid my robe off me. leaving me in my thin lace camisole and shorts.

I could feel his eyes drop at my chest.

God forbid, I was perky.

The way my desire to be touched was so evident on my bust, my skin flushed hot.

My tips ached and throbbed behind the satin, under his gaze.

Aditya's palm rubbed on my skin and traced my spine before pulling me to his chest.

I heaved.

I crashed.

I was loving every bit of it.

"I'm not...wearing...anything under this."

I don't know why I said that? it just left my mouth.

to warn him? to tempt him?

I had no clue.

"I know..." he nuzzle near my ear and his voice travelled through my body. I could feel the shiver down till my toes. "There's no way I don't." a soft kiss under my earlobe felt like was being rewarded. "I remember how you tasted..." he continued. "so hard and delicate ..in my mouth....I might be addicted to that feeling...my tongue..teasing your..."

I gasped.

Was this real?

Was he really talking dirty to me?

The sweetheart boyfriend of mine loved dirty talk? .

This man felt surreal, whispering sweet nothings in my ears. I didn't know I had this in me. I was enjoying it.

I was enjoying having my lovely boyfriend showing me another way he could be nasty and wild.

All for me.

I thanked all the gods who believed that I deserved this.

His thumb caressed the side of my boob, teasingly motioning towards the centre that was aching for his attention but he didn't.

Why was he toying with me?

In a span of such short time, he was teasing me so much that I felt deprived of something that could possibly make my mind go crazy.

I was in such bad anticipation that when his thumb actually brushed slightly over my tip, peaking out of my thin cami, I moaned.

"like that..." he continued. "You make such beautiful sounds Zoya...I want you to fill my life with them." he told. "The first time we make love Zoya...I want it to be in my house...on my bed...I want to fill every inch of my existence with the lovely sounds you make when I touch you. Will you allow me?"

FUCKING HELL!!!

My eyes widened at his idea. I was surprised in the most depraved and indecent ways.

"Will you fill my life with your love Zoya?" he asked, looking into my eyes.

How do I say yes without letting him know that my insides are jumping with excitement?

My heart is filled with desire because of this side of his.

He had plans.

he was imagining.

He had wishes for our first time.

And dare I deny.

How can a woman deny to so much love?

I internally wiggled my feet as I felt giddy.

I nodded in a yes. While his charm has taken over me...words easily left.

He smiled in the most grateful yet somehow in a mischievous way.

"I love you.." he said with a sigh and kissed my lips again.

The sound of our lips might have echoed but I surely didn't care.

My fingers ran through his hair when he traced wet kisses down my neck. Sliding one strap down my shoulder.

His mouth knew magic. My fleshy pair of mounds heaved under the touch of his lips. When the warmth of his tongue reached my aroused tit, I gritted my teeth on the flesh of his shoulder to muffle my moan.

My lips sucked where I had bitten him but Goodness!

I didn't know how to breathe.

My tit was in his mouth and I had never felt this voluptuous...this succulent in my life. I felt exposed... I felt heaven. I never knew that my body could ever feel this way.

"Adi.." I sighed his name.

This felt right. Soooo right ...that I believe in magic.

My hands, pulling him closer to my bosom encouraged him.

He was painfully slow, like he was appreciating this moment...I didn't know anything but to surrender. I was grateful to the universe for letting this man find me...and make me aware of the pleasure he could make me experience.

His palm caressed my other arm, slowly holding the other strap, attempting to pull it down but it tugged...the other side of it was already under my boob... This wasn't going to come off effortlessly.

Saving me the forbidden anticipation, his palm cupped my other boob that was painfully deprived of his lovely attention.

I might have hissed, I don't know... Nothing is under my control right now.

Small, lazy knocks diverted our attention from our hot make out towards the door.

'su su...' we heard.

It was probably Rishi, he had woken up.

Aditya's lazy eyes met mine as I hurriedly adjusted my Cami back on and held the robe. My cheeks felt so hot that I wanted to run away. But what good can happen if I run away from him?

All he has ever made me realise is that the ooooh soo good things can happen, only when Aditya is close to me.

So close that I could feel his hot and a tiny bit annoyed breath on my skin.

Rishi knocked again.

Poor boy must be sleepy.

Once Aditya was assured that I was completely dressed again, he opened the door.

Rishi was so sleepy that he still had his eyes half shut.

'su su...' he murmured.

"Come...here..." Aditya picked him up with such tenderness that my eyes couldn't believe that this was the same man who was whispering dirty things in my ear a few minutes ago.

"Bhaiya...Zoya didi?" Rishi asked, going into Aditya's arms as he walked towards the toilet seat.

"She's here only..." He said and signalled me to go out.

When I did... I realised that even pari was slightly awake.

I did what I probably should have done before. I called their mothers.

A few moments later.

"I'm so sorry Zoya... They were so adamant to stay with you ... I didn't realise that they might have slept here itself."

"It's okay bhabhi..." I assured. "I called you only because I realised that they were probably having trouble sleeping without you... otherwise I genuinely didn't mind them sleeping here....." I tried to explain.

I do enjoy spending time with them.
I have grown closer to these kids with time. Dhara's family are a big part of my life. I have seen these kids take birth and grow in front of me.

"They were excited to meet you after so long." One of the bhabhis told me.

"So was I..." I told with a smile.

"Must have caused trouble to you both ... didn't they?" Ramya bhabhi said, indicating towards Aditya.

"Nah! We were fine." My smile must have been pretty assuring for they smiled too.

"Aww... you're always so sweet.... Anyways... We should be leaving now. Goodnight Zoya."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

When I shut the door, I smiled awkwardly looking at Aditya who was looking at me with an expression that was part laughter, part fondness.

'ting' a text on the bridesmaids group popped on my ohone.

'Dhara is panicking... Assemble."

Oh no! I worried and hastily tried my hair in a pony.

"I'll be back soon..." I kissed his lips softly and rushed.

"Zoya!?!" I heard him and turned to gesture that it was something important.

Assured by his smile, I rushed out.

The SOS meeting was much needed.

Although Dhara has been suffering from anxiety since a few years... But it's her wedding tommorow.

No. Technically, the wedding is today.

I checked the time... It was a quarter to three.

We don't have time on our hands and calming her down was a task but I'm glad that she's fine and asleep now.

As I entered our dimly lit room, my heart swelled with affection as I saw him peacefully asleep, waiting for my return probably.

A soft smile graced my lips as I approached the bed, feeling a rush of fondness and adoration for the man I loved so deeply. A whirlwind of emotions swept over me.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I replayed the moments in my mind. Every touch, every kiss, every shared breath was an experience that left me feeling both exhilarated and vulnerable.The vulnerability I felt was undeniable, but it was met with a profound sense of trust and safety in his presence.... Everything else in this world could have faded away in that moment and I wouldn't have batted an eye to it.

His tranquil features warmed my heart, and I couldn't help but silently marvel at the sight of him. I traced the lines of his face with my eyes, cherishing the way his messy hair fell across his forehead. The gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath reminded me of the comfort and security he brought into my life.

Sitting beside him, I couldn't resist reaching out to softly stroke his cheek, reveling in the warmth of his skin.

In the soft moonlight filtering through the curtains, I realized just how lucky I was to have him by my side.

Ever since this man has entered my life, he has brought me nothing else but joy.

Pure joy of experiencing true companionship.

Watching him sleep, I felt a mix of emotions - admiration, tenderness, and a sense of completeness. As I brushed a lock of hair away from his face, I silently whispered my love and gratitude for him. He has brought me the safe space in my life where I could discover things about myself that I had probably suppressed so deep that bringing them out again was overwhelming but with Aditya... The only thing overwhelming me was the pleasure he could make me experience.

Leaning in, I pressed a soft kiss on his temple, he rubbed his cheek on the pillow in sleep.

As I settled into bed beside him, a profound sense of peace washed over me. He had probably sensed that I had returned, his arm wrapped around me, pulling me closer by my waist so comfortably that I felt that this is exactly where I belonged.

In the arms of the love of my life.

I held his arm that was around me and let his presence be enough for me to help me get rid of the tiredness and caress me to sleep.

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And I hope I'm able too write romance well. I'm learning, okay?

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