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Aayush

Nothing had ever felt this blissful, overwhelming, and also a little nerve-wracking since the day I was born-seeing the fresh thaali that I tied around her neck with my own hands, now resting on her chest near her heart, where she holds all of me safely and protectively, with happiness.

All of a sudden, my little student, my little woman, looked different in my eyes.

Different in a way I couldn't quite put into words-maybe it was the radiant glow on her face, the tiny toes I'd always adored now graced with the toe ring I had slipped on, the delicate pinch of red vermillion tracing her hairline, or that mesmerizing smile of hers.

Everything-literally everything-made her look different to me.

Because, it all screamed that she had transformed from my little student into a woman.

A woman who is now my wife.

I shook my head with a smile, wondering,

What a changeover within just a few months.

As I watched her speaking with my appa amidst all her relatives.

She likes him a lot.

Smiling, I leaned back on the couch, admiring her until they finally asked us to get some rest in separate rooms. She got the guestroom, while I was sent to appa's room-since my... our room was still being prepared for our first night.

First night? With her?

I rubbed my palms, trying to shake off the thoughts creeping into my mind, and headed to the restroom to freshen up and get out of this silk shirt and dhoti before trying to sleep.

But would my useless friends leave me in peace? Of course not.

They spent most of the time teasing me about the first night-until Seetha's grandma finally stepped in and asked them to get out, letting me sleep for a while.

Thank God!

However, I lost my sleep for some time, my mind restless with thoughts of our first night. The way my body heated just at the mere thought of having her in my arms, making love to her for the first time, made me groan, "Fuck" , and roll on the bed, trying to shake it off.

And I tossed and turned for a while before finally giving in, letting my eyes rest-even if just for a second, as they begged for sleep.

And when I opened my eyes, it was to Appa gently shaking me awake. He told me to freshen up and change into another silk dhoti and shirt.

I rolled my eyes and whined,

"Kasa kasa'nu irukku, pa. Naan shorts and vests pottukuren"

(It's so stiff and uncomfortable, pa. I'll just wear shorts and a vest)

"Adha nee un room ulla ponadhum maathikko, da. Ippo saamy kumbdanum, olunga po"

(Change once you go to your room. Now go. You need to get blessings from everyone)

I sulked, grabbed the clothes, and headed inside the restroom to take a bath-of course, with a certain thought lingering in my mind. Our FIRST NIGHT.

After half an hour, when I entered the pooja room, my eyes scanned the faces around me, but I couldn't see her anywhere.

Clasping my palms together for the prayer, I leaned towards Appa and asked,

"Seetha enga, pa?"

(Where is Seetha, pa?)

"Varuvaa"

(She'll come)

He said.

"Yeppo?"

(When?)

"Yeppo varanumo appo varuvaa"

(She'll come whenever she wants to)

"Ohh"

I went silent.

But after a moment, I asked again,

"Ava saamy kumbida koodaadhaa enna?"

(Shouldn't she be praying?)

He looked at me and asked,

"Yen apdi kekura?"

(Why are you asking like that?)

"Illa, pa. Yerkanave athana ritual vachirukkaanga. Adhaa idhum oru sambardhaayam'ah irukkumo'nu nenachen"

(Nothing, pa. They've already made her do so many rituals. I just thought maybe this was also a tradition)

He sighed, shook his head, and turned away, making me squint my eyes and nudge him.

"Appa"

I called.

"Enna da?"

(What?)

He whispered, irritated.

Ignoring his irritation, I asked,

"Ava enga irukka?"

(Where is she?)

"Room'le"

(In the room)

"Yendha room'le?"

(Which room?)

He shot me a glare, but I nudged him again,

"Sollu pa"

(Tell me, pa)

I whined.

He sighed again and said,

"Guestroom'le dha da"

(She's in the guestroom)

"Ohh. Saaptruppaalaa?"

(Has she eaten?)

But he just replied,

"Ippo nee amaidhiyaa nikkalanaa, ava saaptaalum saapdalanaalum room kulla anuppa maaten. Okay'ah unakku?"

(If you don't just stand quietly now, whether she eats or not, I won't send her to the room. Okay for you?)

I widened my eyes and quickly shut my mouth.

Now, he nudged me, calling,

"Deii"

I opened my eyes, squinted at him, and asked,

"Yaaru nee?"

(Who are you?)

He widened his eyes and mouth in disbelief while I stifled my laugh and closed my eyes again, only to wince when he pinched my hip.

But I chuckled when he murmured,

"Amma maadhiriye iru"

(You're just like your mother)

After the prayer, they asked me to get blessings from her grandma, and she blessed me, saying,

"Sandhoshamaa iru, pa"

(Be happy, dear)

I smiled, then sat down for dinner with them, but I still couldn't find her anywhere.

Where has she gone?

I absentmindedly toyed with my food until Appa nudged me to eat, and I finally had my dinner before Appa and Mama called me to Appa's room, along with Pugazh and Elango.

Appa said,

"Aayush, naanu apdiye Seetha oda veetukku poren da"

(Aayush, I'm heading to Seetha's house now)

"Yen pa?"

(Why?)

"Dei, dei, nadikaadha da"

(Hey, don't act, man)

Elango hissed.

But Appa shushed him, saying,

"Summa iru, Elango"

(Be quiet, Elango)

Then he turned to me and said,

"Summa dha, pa. Kalaila neenga anga vandhurunga. Happy'ah irunga. Seetha've paathukko da. Main door nalla saathikko"

(Nothing special. You both come there in the morning. Just be happy. Take care of Seetha. Lock the main door properly)

"Seri pa. Naan paathukuren. Naan illaama thoonga poriyaa?"

(Okay, pa. I'll take care. But are you really going to sleep without me?)

I asked.

Pugazh hissed now,

"Mudila da deii Elango! Enna kaapaathu da! Sethurvanaatrukku!"

(I can't handle this, Elango! Someone save me before I die!)

I glared at him and said,

"Sethu po. Vantaan. Enakku dhane theriyum? Poda"

(Go die, man. You don't know what I am going through. Get lost)

He rolled his eyes while I turned back to Appa.

He hugged me, and I smiled, hugging him back.

Tonight, I will miss his lullabies-like the gentle patting on my shoulders-that lull me to sleep.

But, he patted my back and said,

"Take care of my daughter-in-law"

And I asked,

"So, you don't want me to take care of myself?"

He chuckled, kissed my cheek, and pulled back, saying,

"Take care, da. You've grown a lot... I can't quite come to terms with it yet"

He cupped my cheeks, and I smiled, understanding his emotions. But he kissed my cheek again before Mama also told me to take care. Then, they left the room, leaving me alone with those two idiots.

They exchanged mischievous smiles before Elango grabbed something from his back pocket and walked over to me. He handed me the thing with a smirk.

I took it with a confused, curious look, but when I opened it, my eyes widened in surprise. My smile grew, and without a second thought, I pulled both of them into a hug, shouting,

"Deiii machaaa!"

And they chorused,

"Jamaai da pudhu maapla!"

(Enjoy, man!)

I pulled back and looked at the two tickets to Goa-for a week-long trip.

A honeymoon in the real sense!

I turned to them and asked,

"Yeppo da panninga idhellaa?"

(When did you guys plan all this?)

"Idhellaa namma chinna vayasula pesi vachadhu dhane, da? Nee dha first kalyanam panneerka. Unakku kudukkaama epdi da maapla?"

(We talked about this back when we were kids, right? You're the first one among us to get married. How can we not gift you this, dude?)

Pugazh asked.

I chuckled and thanked them again.

They teased me, saying to make full use of the honeymoon phase.

They also mentioned that they got permission for a one-week leave from Seetha's office-run by my uncle, Maya's father-who, surprisingly, turned out to be the only good person in that narcissistic family, and as well as from my college.

After that, we left the room.

I carefully placed the tickets inside my pocket.

Our relatives-including Seetha's parents, my Appa, my friends, and her friends-slowly started leaving the house.

Before leaving, Kamali told me that Seetha was in our room and seemed a bit anxious about the night.

I assured her that I'd take care of my wife, and she left with a satisfied nod.

Once everyone was gone, I locked the main gate and door, switched off the lights, and checked everything before heading towards our room.

Rubbing my nape, I took a deep breath and gave the door a soft knock before unlatching it.

As I stepped in, I saw her sitting on the couch.

But, the moment her eyes met mine, she immediately stood up and gave me a nervous smile.

I bit my lip, locked the door behind me, and walked over to her.

She stood frozen, head lowered-just like a typical wife on their first night.

Reaching out, I took her wrist in my hand and immediately felt her heartbeat racing at high speed. Chuckling, I slowly twisted her hand behind her back and pulled her closer to me.

Her other hand flew over my chest, and she gulped as I lifted her face up, pinching her chin.

But seeing how nervous she was, I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling back.

"Yedhukku ivlo shiver aagura?"

(Why are you shivering so much?)

I asked gently, then adding,

"I already told you, right? I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable"

She simply hummed, locking eyes with me, but the nervousness in her gaze didn't fade.

"You don't want to..."

I paused, my gaze lingering on her lips before finishing,

"...do it tonight?"

I asked, watching her reaction closely.

She gulped, her cheeks flushing deep red, before murmuring something under her breath.

I leaned in, squinting at her.

"Haan?"

This time, she whispered in a slightly higher tone,

"Nekku ipdilaa kaettaa enna sollanum'nu theriyaadhu..."

(I don't know how to answer when you ask like this...)

A slow smile spread across my lips.

"Okay"

I said simply, letting go of her hand and taking a step back.

Then, crossing my arms over my chest, I ran my gaze over her from head to toe and smirked, whispering,

"Let me look at you first"

Her hair cascaded freely down her back, her fluttering eyes enhanced by a delicate touch of kajal. Her face, untouched by makeup, remained as pure as ever-just the way I like it. Her slightly parted lips trembled, and her throat moving with a quiet gulp.

With each measured breath, her chest rose and fell, while her hands remained clenched into fists at her sides under my unwavering gaze.

And a slow, proud, manly smirk tugged at the corner of my lips at the effect my mere gaze had on her.

That light purple satin-lace saree draped over her, accentuating her curves, while the dark purple blouse underneath-sheer and sleeveless-offered tantalizing glimpses of her skin.

Yet, her toes curled and uncurled anxiously, betraying her nervousness.

And then, as if unable to withstand my scrutiny any longer, she quickly stepped away and sank onto the couch, exhaling audibly as she intertwined her fingers.

Shaking my head, I moved to sit beside her. Then, wrapping an arm around her, I gently pulled her against my chest. She exhaled shakily, clutching my shirt tightly, and buried her face into me.

I smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, and she murmured,

"Yen ipdilaa paakurel? Nekku oru maadhiri irukku..."

(Why are you looking at me like that? I feel... different.)

I chuckled and asked,

"Enna maadhiri irukku?"

(Different how?)

"Therila..."

(I don't know...)

"Therilayaa?"

(Don't know?)

"Hmm. Oru maadhiri irukku..."

(Just... different)

"Seri... naan paakala"

(Alright... I won't look at you)

But even as I said it, my hands moved on their own accord. One slid over her bare shoulder, while my forearm rested against the smooth expanse of her exposed back, her blouse cut deep enough to make my fingers itch to trace the warmth of her skin.

I sucked in a sharp breath, struggling to keep my composure, before clearing my throat and whispering,

"Seetha..."

She hummed softly against my chest, sending a shiver down my spine.

Composing myself, I asked,

"Back pain'laa epdi irukku ippo?"

(How's your back pain now?)

I asked, trying to make it a comforting move while also wanting to check on her back pain, which she had been complaining about during our wedding photoshoot at the mandap.

She hummed softly before replying,

"Innum valikardhu"

(It still hurts)

"Ohh... okay... sooo... shall we sleep... then?"

I asked, trying to gauge her expression.

She had been absently playing with my shirt button, but at my words, she stilled.

Then, pulling back slightly, she looked at me and said,

"Nee... neenga poi dress change panneetu vaanga. Uncomfortable'ah illayaa? Indha silk shirt, veshti ellaam?"

(You... should go change first. Aren't you uncomfortable in this silk shirt and dhoti?)

I blinked at her, catching her off guard since this wasn't actually an answer to my question.

But I quickly cleared my throat and said,

"Ahn.. Illa, ma. I'm not uncomfortable"

"Oh"

She muttered, sitting straight and fidgeting with her fingers in her lap.

And I sighed internally.

If I changed into something more comfortable-like shorts or pants-I'd only end up embarrassing myself to the extreme tonight.

As it was, just seeing her in that purple saree, the contrast against her smooth skin, was already pushing my self-control to its absolute limit.

My fingers twitched with the urge to grip her bare waist, to trace the delicate curve of her back that was teasingly exposed by her sleeveless blouse. And yet, there she was-sitting innocently, unknowingly making it impossibly hard for me to control myself.

Taking a deep breath, I cleared my throat and stood up.

She jerked slightly, looking up at me, and I just asked,

"Thoongalaamaa?"

(Shall we sleep?)

"Haan. Aahm. Okay"

She said, standing up as well, and we slid under the bedcover over the rose petal decorations. Then, I wondered,

Why do I suddenly feel so distant from her?

I shook my head, caught between two opposing desires-one side of me wanted to take her dominantly, while the other side didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

I just wanted to take her completely. But I couldn't. I loved her more than just her body.

So, I couldn't act on my desires for my own selfish needs.

Yet, I couldn't control myself either.

Uff!

Everyone left us here alone so we could make ourselves comfortable with each other, but I was failing at even that.

Romba veeraapa sutheetu irundhavana ipdi aakittaale

(I, who used to be bold and daring, have now been reduced to this by her)

I groaned and tried to sleep, but then I heard a whining sound. I immediately turned to see her twisting and turning uncomfortably, but she stopped when our eyes met.

"Ennaachu?"

(What happened?)

"Onnulaye"

(Nothing)

She replied.

But I squinted my eyes, sat up, and asked,

"Enna, Seetha?"

(What is it, Seetha?)

She smiled at me, sat up as well, and said,

"Illa... kaalu, mudhugu ellaaam valikardhu. Ung... ungakitta edhaadhu ointment or edhaadhu balm irukkaa?"

(No... my legs and back are aching. Do you have any ointment or balm with you?)

She asked hesitantly.

That made me feel more distant than ever for the first time, and I asked in disbelief,

"Seetha... enna di? Namma onnum first time paathukala inniku. Yedhukku ivlo hesitate aagura inniku? Uncomfortable'ah irukkaa unakku enkooda irukka? Do you want me to step away or just leave the room?"

(Seetha... what is this? It's not like we're seeing each other for the first time today. Why are you hesitating so much? Are you feeling uncomfortable being with me? Do you want me to step away or just leave the room?)

And she gasped, grabbed my hands in hers and said,

"Aiyo. Yen'nah, apdilaa illa. Nekku setha pudhusaa irukku idhellaam. Palageeduven... uncomfortable ellaam illa. Please engayum pogaadhel"

(Oh no, it's not like that, hubby. It just feels new to me with you. I'll get used to it... I'm not uncomfortable. Please don't leave me)

That made me smile slightly, and I turned to open the drawer of the table beside the bed. I rummaged through it in the dim light and took out the balm, but something else-like a cover-fell between us.

"Ennadhu adhu?"

(What's that?)

She asked.

"Therilaye"

(I don't know)

I said before turning again to switch on the lights.

I turned back to see the thing in her hands and gasped in shock.

Shit!

"Enna pa idhu? Enna paaku cover maadhiri irukku?"

(What is this? It looks like a betel nut cover!)

She held the line of condom sachets by their ends, gripping both sides with each hand, examining them curiously as she asked.

Paaku cover'ah?! Adipaavi!

(A betel nut cover?! You woman!)

I quickly pulled them from her hands and shoved it below my pillow before looking at her.

She gave me a confused, narrowed look, and before she could ask anything else, I quickly said,

"Indhaa. Zandu palm. Potukko"

(Here. Zandu balm. Apply it)

She smiled, took the balm, and placed her legs over the duvet.

And I exhaled in relief.

But,

She pulled her saree up slightly, revealing her bare calves, which made me sigh hard.

I quickly covered it up with a fake cough when she looked at me, then turned away to drink some water from the nearby flask on the table.

As I closed the lid of the flask, I noticed her little fingers massaging her calves and toes.

Without a second thought, I leaned in and took her feet in my hands.

She gasped,

"Achacho. Yen'nah, enna pandrel?"

(Oh, no. What are you doing?)

But I simply placed her feet on my lap and began massaging them with my fingers.

"Shut up, Seetha"

I said when she whined for me to leave her foot, claiming that I, as her husband, shouldn't be touching her feet.

And she got silent while I focused on massaging her aching feet, slowly pressing and kneading them, making her sigh in relief.

I smiled, looking at her, and continued.

After a few minutes, she said,

"Podhum. Ippo paravala"

(Enough. It's fine now)

And I asked,

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Unga kaila yedho magic irukku, professor"

(Yes. There's some kind of magic in your hands, professor)

I chuckled and asked,

"Apdiyaa?"

(Really?)

"Yes"

I let go of her feet, but as I slid myself up, I hovered over her.

Her smile changed into a gulp as I placed my hands on either side of her on the bed.

She leaned back on the bed with me over her as I softly asked,

"So?"

"S..so?"

She asked back, looking between my eyes and lips.

I smirked and whispered,

"Shall I use my magical fingers on your back too? I bet it's aching for their touch"

She blushed red and curled her hands around my neck, asking,

"Nejama?"

(Really?)

I leaned in and bobbed our noses together, saying,

"Yes. Unakku okay'na mattum dha"

(Only if it's okay for you)

But, she sighed and said,

"Ennoda dominant professor'ku ennaachu inniku? I thought, ulla vandhadhum ellaam start aayidum'nu"

(What happened to my dominant professor today? I thought everything would start as soon as you entered inside)

And an amused chuckle escaped me as I said,

"Aahaan? Sorry for disappointing you, student madam. But... naan konjam verum husband mode'le irukken. I couldn't switch to dominant husband mode yet. Konjam time kudunga unga professor'ku"

(Haan? Sorry for disappointing you, student madam. But... I'm in just a husband mode right now. I couldn't switch to dominant husband mode yet. Give your professor some time)

She chuckled and pecked the tip of my nose, saying,

"You know I'll never feel uncomfortable with you, right?"

"Hmm hmm"

I said.

She asked,

"Then?"

"Then? What?"

I asked.

She pulled me towards her by my nape, but I placed my hands on her waist-one on her bare skin, the other on her saree-clad waist-making her gasp softly.

But to my surprise, she suddenly pushed me away and crawled back. Before I could turn to look at her, she was already on her feet, standing on the floor with a playful smile.

I sighed, leaned back on the headrest, and looked at her as she grinned at me.

Rolling my eyes, I beckoned her with my finger, saying,

"Inga vaa"

(Come here)

But she shook her head.

"Variyaa illayaa nee ippo?"

(Are you coming or not?)

She shook her head again, saying,

"Maaten"

(I won't)

I furrowed my brows, and she added,

"Naan vara maaten. Vandhaa neenga enna edhadhu senjuttel'na?"

(I won't come. If I do, what if you end up doing something to me?)

I chuckled and asked,

"Edhaadhu seiradhukku dhane di indha night? Our first.."

(This night is meant for doing something, right? Our first..)

Leaning on the bed to grab her hand, I said,

"Night"

But she dodged away, stepping back. I sighed in tiredness, and she giggled, saying,

"Adhukulla tired aayiduthaa, professor sir'ku? Idhula seiya vera poraangalaam"

(You're already tired, Professor sir? And you're planning to do more?)

She mocked me, giggling with her palms covering her mouth, and I looked at her, amused.

"Oh. Student madam, you doubt on your professor's strength now?"

She shrugged her shoulders, stifling her smile.

I smirked, took the pillow from beneath me, and casually placed it on the bed in front of me while crossing my legs.

She frowned, looking at me in confusion.

Then I smirked and gestured with my eyes for her to sit in front of me but on the other side of the pillow, leaving it between us, saying,

"Sit"

She bobbed her chin up and asked,

"Yedhukku?"

(For what?)

I smiled and said,

"Utkaaru di. Pondatti raajyam ellaam set aagala unakku"

(Sit down, you woman. Acting like you're ordering me around or refusing like a typical wife doesn't suit you yet)

She twisted her lips but climbed onto the bed, pressing her knees into the mattress before sitting on her butt with her legs twisted to her left side, asking,

"Enna pannanum?"

(What should I do?)

"Enna sonnaalum pannuviyaa?"

(Will you do whatever I say?)

I asked, placing my hand on the pillow between us.

She blushed slightly but quickly masked it with an annoyed eyebrow raise and said,

"Therinjaa dha panna mudiyum"

(I can only do it if I know how to do it)

"Hmmm. Appo therinjaa pannuva?"

(Hmm. So, if you know, you'll do it?)

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard, and she slowly hummed in response.

I stifled my laugh at my girl, who was clearly imagining everything dirty nowadays, and leaned forward slightly.

Placing my other elbow on my thigh, I balanced my jaw with my palm fist, then raised my other hand from the pillow with my elbow pressed into it and my palm wide open, making her focus on my eyes and my waiting hand, frowning.

And seeing her raise her eyebrows without voicing her question, I raised mine back at her, making her sigh and finally ask,

"Yedhukku ipdi kaiya vachirukkel?"

(Why are you placing your hand like that?)

I pressed my lips together and said,

"Needhane kaetta?"

(You were the one who asked, right?)

She narrowed her brows.

"Naan enna kaetten?"

(What did I ask?)

"Hmmm... nee dhane kaetta ennoda strength epdi'nu theriyanum'nu?"

(Hmm... Didn't you ask how strong I am?)

She widened her eyes.

"Haan.. naan apdi solla kedaiyaadhu. I just..."

(Haan... I didn't say it like that. I just...)

"You just?"

I cocked my brows, biting my lower lip, and she blushed before placing her elbow on the pillow beside mine and pressing her wide palm next to mine.

I looked into her eyes and asked,

"So... you really thought I'm strengthless?"

But she just smiled, making me blink before she suddenly locked her palm with mine in a firm grip, gasping slightly at the force.

I smirked and asked,

"Ready?"

She nodded her head, but before we could start, I asked,

"Isn't this our first game? Or match? Or... a bed match?"

"Bet match?"

"Bed'uh di, bed uh bed uh"

(Bed, girl, bed)

"Ohhh... illa illa idhu hand wrestling"

(Ohhh... no, no, this is hand wrestling)

I rolled my eyes and mumbled,

"Romba mukkiyam..."

(Very important...)

Before asking,

"Fine. Idhukku munnaadi yeppovaadhu hand wrestling velaandrikiyaa?"

(Fine. Have you ever played hand wrestling before?)

Her smile widened, and her eyes shined, making me squint at her suspiciously, but she said,

"Oh, yes! Naan chinna kozhandhai'ah irukkumbodhu en appa kooda, mama kooda, thambi kooda, kutty kutty pasanga kooda... yen... amma apro paati kooda kooda velaandrukken"

(Oh, yes! When I was a little kid, I played with my dad, uncle, younger brother, small kids... even... my mom and grandma)

I stared at her for a second, taken aback, and then thought,

Unna solli kutham illa di... en maamanaar mamiyaar unna apdi keduthu vachirukkaanga...

(It's not your fault, girl... your parents really spoiled you...)

And I was snapped back to the present when she yelled,

"Yen'nah!"

(Hubby!)

I sighed and asked,

"Okay. Fine. First match kulla poradhukku munnaadi, we have to bet on something"

(Okay. Fine. Before we start the first match, we have to bet on something.)

"Bed'ah?"

(The bed?)

"Ippo bet'uh ma"

(Right now, it's bet, girl)

I whined.

"Ohhhhhh. Okay. Enna bet kattanum?"

(Ohhhhhh. Okay. What should we bet on?)

"Aama, adhayum naane soldren. Unakkey edhaadhu yosikka theriyaadhaa? Ellaame naan dha sollanumaa? Exams'le laa epdi ma pass aana ivlo varsham? Adhuvum, four years engineering course vera!"

(Oh, so I have to say that too? Don't you know how to think of something yourself? Do I have to say everything? How did you even pass your exams all these years? That too, a four years engineering course!)

I blabbered, getting really frustrated.

Seriously... how can a woman be like this? She's utterly unique and annoying in her own way.

But, a cute annoyance, by the way.

I smiled as she pouted her lips and said,

"Nekku enna theriyum? Naan indha maadhiri bet game'laa velayaandadhey illaye. Adhaa nekku therila. Nekku theriyaadha vishyam naan epdi seiven?"

(How would I know? I've never played a betting game like this before. How can I do something I don't even know?)

I chuckled and said,

"Ahnnn.. therinja vishyam'naa mattum madam apdiye kilichiruvaanga"

(Ohhh... but if it's something you do know, Madam will play like a pro, huh?)

I mocked her, and she glared at me, trying to wriggle out of my grip, saying,

"Vidunga. Ponga. Naan velayaadave varla"

(Leave me. Go away. I don't even want to play)

But I held her hand firmly without letting go and said,

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Naane bet soldren. Nee solla venaam. Okay? Is that fine?"

(Okay, okay. I'll decide the bet. You don't have to. Okay? Is that fine?)

She sulked and said,

"Yeah. I'm fine"

I chuckled but quickly stiffled it when she lifted her face and glared at me.

Paavi! Oru night'le raajyam pandraale

(Damn it! She's already ruling over me in just one night)

I thought to myself as she kept glaring, twisting her lips, and rolling her eyes-annoyed and angry at me, even though it was all just for fun.

Then I asked,

"Okay. Enna bet'na, if I win, you have to let me do whatever I want 'over you' tonight"

(So the bet is, if I win, you have to let me do whatever I want over you tonight)

Her lips parted as she held her gaze on me, eyes widening in shock.

I smirked and continued,

"And If you win, you..."

But before I could finish, she suddenly cut me off, saying hurriedly,

"Irunga, irunga, irunga, irunga... ippo purunjadhu. Bet'na enna'nu nekku nanna purunjiduthu. So, ippo naane soldren"

(Wait, wait, wait, wait... Now I understand. I fully get what a bet means. So, now I'll decide it)

I stiffled my laugh and shrugged my shoulders with a straight face as she said confidently,

"Apdiye.. naan jeichuttaaa, namma inniku night onnume panna poradhu illa. Just katti puduchu thoonga porom. Avlodha!"

(If I win, we're not doing anything tonight. We'll just cuddle and sleep. That's all!)

She smirked at me, but suppressing my own smirk with a straight face, I said,

"Okay"

Her face turned shocked, and she asked,

"Okay?"

I shrugged my shoulders again and said,

"Yeah"

"Oh. Avlo nambikkayaa naan thothruven'nu?"

(You're that confident that I'll lose?)

She asked, disappointed.

But I just gave her a slight smile.

She huffed and said,

"Seri. Naan prove panneetu ungala pesikiren. Ippo vaango.."

(Fine. I'll prove myself first and then talk to you. Now, come on..)

She held my hand firmly, leaning in eagerly for the match, but I said,

"Oru nimisham"

(One minute)

She frowned at me.

I continued,

"There must be rules for every match, right?"

"Oh. Apdi enna rules?"

(Oh, what kind of rules?)

"Mmm. No cheating or any of your mischief. You have to play fair. I repeat, no cheating"

I said seriously.

She stared at me and then whispered,

"Okay..."

With a slight pout.

Nee yaaru'nu enakku theriyum di

(I know exactly who you are, girl)

I thought and took a deep breath, sitting up straight before asking,

"Can we start then?"

She looked at me, got ready by leaning in, and said,

"Yes. Start start. I'm ready"

I suppressed my chuckle and said,

"One... Two... Three"

She started applying pressure, her face scrunching up, while I just sat there leaning down, defending without losing my strength.

By the way, the night is still young, and innum evlovo panna vendiyadhu irukku (and there's still so much left to do)

I smirked but quickly changed my expression to act like I was putting in effort, matching her struggle when she lifted her face to look at me. The moment she averted her gaze back to our hands, she started making dramatic noises,

"Hmp. Aiyooo. Perumaaley perumaaley perumaaleyy! Yes yes yes!"

(Oh god, oh god, oh god! Yes yes yes!)

I chuckled, but she didn't care, giving her full energy to the match, determined to win.

She really doesn't want to do anything tonight?

I wondered.

But just then, she suddenly flipped her hair back with her other hand, using her full force to win. I smiled, but my eyes unintentionally dropped below her neckline-her cleavage fully visible against the deep purple saree, contrasting with the yellow nuptial thread I had tied around her neck. Something flipped inside me at the sight.

That was fucking hot.

I stared for a second too long, momentarily loosening my grip, and she seized the opportunity in the nick of time-pushing the back of my hand onto the pillow.

My eyes widened in shock, but she squealed,

"Yeyyyyyyyy!"

Before I could react, she pressed her hands on the pillow between us, stood up on the bed, and began jumping excitedly with her arms stretched up, shouting,

"Yeyyy, naan jeichutten!"

(Yay, I won!)

An instant smile broke onto my lips as I sighed, watching her bounce with pure joy. Leaning back on my palms with my face tilted up, I took in the sight of my silly wife, celebrating as if she had won an Olympic gold medal-just for beating me in a simple hand wrestling match.

"Naan dha jeichen! Naan dha jeichen!"

(I won! I won!)

She kept chanting between giggles and laughter, her entire face glowing with happiness.

Then, she looked down at me, still laughing, and teased,

"Paathelaaa? Naan dha bet'le jeichen. Aahn... appo inniku onnume kedaiyaadhey!"

(See? I won the bet! So tonight, nothing's happening!).

She threw her head back, laughing in triumph as she continued bouncing, her energy seemingly endless. I just sat there with the same amused smile, admiring her until she finally got tired.

Her jumps slowed down, and with a final, breathless giggle, she plopped down on the bed, flopping onto her back, chuckling softly.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted, her laughter still lingering in the air. Between her deep breaths, she peeked up at me with a radiant smile, her joy still shining through.

I let my gaze wander-first to her sparkling eyes, then to her parted, grinning lips, and finally to the soft curve of her exposed tummy beneath her slightly moved saree.

Taking a deep breath, I locked my eyes with hers once more before shifting forward. Slowly, I hovered over her, my hands planted on either side of her body.

Her breath hitched as her hands instinctively pressed against my chest in reflex, her fingers slightly trembling against my shirt as she gulped.

I saw her lips part, probably to remind me-once again-that nothing was going to happen tonight since she had won.

But before she could utter a single word, I leaned down and nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

Her breath caught, and instead of pulling away, she instinctively arched her neck, unknowingly giving me better access.

Taking full advantage of it, I let my lips trail to the delicate curve where her shoulder met her neck.

Without hesitation, I dragged my tongue over the spot before capturing it between my lips, then biting down gently. A soft, breathy moan escaped her as her fingers clenched over my shoulders, gripping the fabric of my shirt tightly.

I smirked against her skin, sucking lightly before pulling away, leaving behind the faintest mark. Her breathing grew uneven, and though she had won the game, it seemed like I was the one winning now.

Trailing my lips over her ear, I whispered,

"Really? You don't want us to do anything?"

She shuddered as my breath brushed against her skin and her voice came out in a barely audible whisper,

"Prof...fessor"

"Hmm?"

I hummed against her ear, my lips grazing the delicate curve before pressing a lingering kiss on her ear shell.

Slowly, I trailed my lips down to her jawline, savoring the way she instinctively craned her neck, granting me more access.

Continuing my path, I dragged my lips towards her chin before dipping lower to her throat, where her pulse fluttered wildly.

She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing beneath my lips as I moved again, kissing my way back to the crook of her neck. I felt her fingers tighten against my shoulders, gripping onto me as if to steady herself.

I chuckled against her skin, reveling in the way her body reacted despite her earlier declaration.

"You were saying something?"

I murmured, placing another slow, teasing kiss at the base of her neck.

But she wasn't even listening to me anymore. She was lost in her own world, completely consumed by the sensation of my lips trailing over her skin.

Her fingers curled tighter against my shoulders, and I could feel the way her body melted beneath me, surrendering little by little, betraying the words she had so confidently spoken earlier.

Smirking against her neck, I murmured,

"Seetha?"

But all she did was let out a soft, shaky breath, her head tilting instinctively, offering me even more of herself.

Pressing one last deep kiss at the base of her neck, I pulled back just enough to meet her hazy, unfocused eyes.

"So, about that bet..."

I teased, brushing my thumb over the faint red mark blooming on her skin.

She opened her eyes and just stared at me, her chest rising and falling. Gently, I removed her fists from where they gripped my shirt on her shoulders and pinned them above her head, making her gasp slightly.

I raised my brows and asked,

"Should we let it all go?"

She blinked at me, and I continued, pressing our intertwined fingers together, saying,

"Let's leave it all behind, Seetha"

I leaned in, pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, and then pulled back, finishing,

"Only if you allow me"

Looking deeply into her eyes, she further intertwined our fingers, lifted her head from the pillow, and pecked my lips before letting her head drop back onto the pillow as she whispered,

"Teach me, professor"

I smirked, leaned in towards her lips, and brushed them against hers gently, asking,

"You mean... a practical session? From our very own private syllabus?"

She chuckled, bobbing her head up and down, and I mimicked her nod as I asked,

"Apdinaa?"

(Really?)

She glared at me playfully and replied,

"Apdinaa onnu illa. Paduthu thoongunga'nu sonn.."

(Nothing. I said, just sle..)

Before she could finish, I caught her words by clasping her lower lip between mine, and then kissed her hard as she started kissing me back.

Our first kiss after becoming husband and wife-officially.

Our tongues danced against each other, the heat intensifying with every passing second. She moaned, her body shifting slightly as she tried to wriggle free from my firm grip on her wrists. But I only tightened my hold, keeping her pinned beneath me effortlessly with just one hand.

Then, with my free hand, I cupped her chin, tilting her face to the left, and leaned in to suck at the corner of her lips. A soft, breathy moan escaped her, sending a shiver down my spine, and I groaned in response, deepening the kiss.

My fingers slid down, cupping her neck as I devoured her lips with unrelenting passion.

She tasted sweeter than ever, intoxicating, making it impossible for me to stop.

I kissed her for a few more minutes, savoring every second despite her weak protests as she tried to push me away. But her resistance was half-hearted, her fingers merely pressing against my chest rather than actually forcing me off.

At last, I pulled away, breathing out a deep sigh as our foreheads rested against each other. Our heavy breaths mingled in the space between us, both of us panting, our hearts racing in sync.

Opening my eyes slowly, I found her already staring at me-her gaze dazed, lips parted, cheeks flushed.

Neither of us spoke, but the silence between us held an unspoken intensity.

Still holding her gaze, I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek before trailing down to her neck. Her breath faltered as I sucked gently on the sensitive skin, eliciting a sweet moan from her lips.

I then parted my lips and took a bit of her skin between my teeth, biting down just enough to make her squirm. She gasped. And I soothed the bite with a lingering kiss, then sucked again, leaving a trail of marks-evidence of my love, my touch, of this moment between us.

Her moans mixed with soft hisses, and I smirked against her skin, knowing she was slowly melting beneath me.

Releasing her wrists from above her head, I took a moment to watch her-her lips still parted, chest rising and falling as she tried to steady her breath.

But when her gaze met mine, I pressed one hand onto the pillow beside her face while the other moved to unbutton my shirt.

Just as my fingers grazed the button, her hands moved, covering mine. I raised a brow at her in silent question, but she merely lowered her gaze and began unbuttoning my shirt herself.

An amused smirk tugged at my lips as I let her take over, my eyes fixed on her every movement.

Leaning down again, I trailed my lips to the delicate skin below her neck, pressing a kiss against her collarbone. She gasped softly, her fingers slowing as she unbuttoned the rest of my shirt.

Then, one of her hands, cool yet burning with anticipation, pressed lightly over my vest-clad chest. The contrast of her touch against my heated skin made me groan.

Straightening, I shrugged off my shirt, slipping it first from my left arm, then my right, and tossed it aside.

Her dazed gaze drifted downward, taking in my form. But, before she could react further, I caught her wrists again, pressing them gently down onto the pillow on either side of her head.

Then, leaning in, I captured her lips once more. She kissed me back just as fervently, her fingers flexing beneath my hold before she ran them over my chest, trailing downward until they reached the hem of my vest. Without hesitation, she grasped the fabric and tugged it up.

Breathing against her lips, I pulled back just enough for her to slip the vest over my head and toss it to the floor-leaving me half naked before her-before my wife.

Our breaths mingled as I stared down at her-my not-so-innocent wife, whose eyes held a new kind of boldness.

With our breaths mingling, chests rising and falling in sync, I locked my gaze with hers and rasped,

"Unpin it"

My eyes flickered to where her saree draped over her chest.

But instead of following my command, she trailed her fingers over my chest, her touch featherlight yet searing, gliding to my shoulder before slipping to my back.

A shudder ran down my spine at the sensation her little hands created. Parting my lips at the teasing strokes, a low curse escaped me,

"Fuck"

Unable to hold back anymore, I buried my lips against her throat again, marking her skin with kisses, each press of my mouth leaving behind an imprint-some faint, some deep.

Then, my free hand fumbled along her shoulder, searching for the saree pin, but when I found nothing, frustration seeped into my groan.

Against her heated skin, I murmured desperately,

"Seetha, remove it. Please"

But before I could search again, she grabbed my hand, guiding it towards her shoulder. My fingers brushed against the fabric, and with one smooth motion, the secured saree slid down her left bosom.

And then-damn. It wasn't even pinned.

A sharp realization hit me, making heat coil in my gut. My breath hitched, and without wasting a second, I stripped the saree off her completely, tossing it aside.

She arched her neck instinctively, giving me even more access and taking full advantage, I latched onto her neck crook, kissing her hard enough to leave her gasping.

"Ahhh!"

And that has begun my addiction at the next second. She moans and gasps just for me, and the sudden urge to feel those when I thrust into her made me painfully hard.

I left her neck to make her gasp again, kneeled on the bed, and removed the ready-to-wear silk dhoti from my waist. Her eyes widened on seeing me just in boxers.

But I leaned into her waist and kissed her navel, and she moaned out loud enough for me to fumble at her waist pleats and untug them before trying to untie her inner skirt or something, but there was none except her thong.

What the fuck?!

She dolled up just for me. For my sake. For the hunger of my desires.

Leaving her saree to hang loose on her hips, I leaned towards her face, and just inserted my hand inside her little thong.

There.. I found her completely wet.

And she gasped, looking at me with wide eyes.

But I smirked and raised my brows, saying,

"It's not our first time, by the way"

☃️☃️

She blushed at that, placed her hands on my shoulders, and gulped. I teased her clit for some time before inserting a first finger inside her core, for which she squeezed me in, driving me insane.

Completely insane.

"Seetha.."

I groaned and moved my fingers forcefully. She winced loudly in pain, and I murmured with my forehead pressed against the side of her head,

"Should I move them with force?"

"Haan?"

She asked breathlessly, scrunching up her face in pain and also pleasure as she gasped, closing her eyes tight when I entered another finger.

"May I?"

I murmured, pushing two more fingers inside her. She moaned, squirmed, and winced beneath me, nodding her head, and her cries filling the room as I moved my fingers more into her core-hard and fast.

Her body trembled, overwhelmed by the sensations, and within minutes, she came undone around my fingers, gasping and panting hard.

☃️☃️

I wiped my fingers over her thong before leaning in, resting my forehead against her midriff. My breaths came heavy as well, my throat dry as I battled the primal urge to take her completely-to claim her with unrestrained dominance. But I knew that giving in would only make it more painful for her.

So, I waited, listening to her breath gradually steady. Once she had calmed, I moved back to her lips, capturing them in a deep kiss.

But she whined softly against my mouth, kissing me back as I cupped her left breast, giving it a gentle squeeze.

And as my gaze lingered on the delicate cloth of her blouse, I slid my hand beneath her, between her back and the mattress. She lifted herself slightly, granting me access, and I gently undid the knots, slipping the fabric off her shoulders.

But before I could fully take in the sight of her, she grabbed a pillow, clutching it tightly to her chest, trembling as she tried to push me away.

I let her blouse fall to the floor and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her parted, quivering lips before resting my forehead against hers.

"You don't want me to see?"

I asked, my voice gentle.

She hesitated before murmuring,

"Bayama irukku..."

(I'm scared...)

A small smile played on my lips at her tone, and I whispered,

"There's still a lot more to explore, Seetha, ma. But, that's okay. Do you need some time? Or... are you uncomfortable with me?"

She shook her head, her grip on the pillow tightening.

"Nekku ennamo aagudhu... I feel suffocated, professor... Unease'ah irukku..."

(Something's happening to me... I feel suffocated, professor... uneasy...)

I brushed my fingers along her arm, trying to soothe her.

"Uneasy? Where?"

Her voice dropped to a whisper,

"Anga"

(Down there)

Understanding flickered in my eyes, and I nodded, saying,

"Okay. Then, let me take care of it first"

"Haan?"

She mumbled, her dazed expression making me chuckle.

"Hmm. Hold the pillow tight, okay?"

She blinked up at me as I kissed her forehead, a reassuring smile on my lips. My hand moved to her waist, fingers grazing the pleats of her saree. As I slowly pulled the fabric away, her breathing hitched, her chest rising and falling with anticipation.

My fingers then brushed over her trembling skin as I removed the last barrier between us-her thong.

"Prof..."

She whispered, her grip tightening at the pillow.

"Shh"

I murmured, cupping her cheek.

"I told you once, right?"

She swallowed hard as I leaned in, my voice a soft promise against her skin.

"I'm going to make you see the stars"

Her breath caught, and she clutched onto the pillow, eyes wide with emotion.

As I gently parted her thighs, she looked at me, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Please..."

She murmured, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.

And I met her gaze, tilting my head slightly.

"You don't want me to kiss you there?"

She shook her head, immediately, startled.

I smiled, my voice calm and reassuring,

"I already taught you, Seetha, ma. This is all normal"

"But..."

She hesitated, gripping the pillow tighter.

I ran a soothing hand along her thigh, asking,

"Okay, tell me... do you really not want it to happen, or are you just scared?"

"Mmm... nekku bayama dha irukku...aana adhu.. bayamaa'nu therila"

(Mmm... I do feel scared... but it doesn't really feel like it either)

She murmured softly.

I cupped her cheek gently.

"Seri... but this will make our first time a little easier and less painful for you"

She clutched the pillow tightly against her chest, shutting her eyes as she whined,

"Nekku venaam..."

(I don't want it...)

I leaned over her again.

"Okay... inga paaru"

(Look at me)

Slowly, she opened her eyes, squinting slightly as I held her gaze. Without breaking eye contact, I stepped off the bed, hooked my fingers into the waistband of my boxers, and pushed them down.

She gasped, her eyes going wide before she quickly covered them with her palms, her arms still pressed tightly against the pillow over her chest.

Chuckling, I reached for the duvet, draping it over her before sliding myself under it, hovering just above her.

And then my voice dropped to a whisper as I urged,

"Take your hands off your eyes, Seetha"

But she shook her head, refusing.

I let out a low husky laugh.

"You already know how this works-how to have sex... apro yen di ipdi shock aagura?"

(You already know how this works-how to have sex... then why are you so shocked, love?)

She whined softly, her voice hesitant,

"Innike namma idha pannanumaa?"

(Do we have to do all this today?)

My expression shifted instantly.

I pulled back slightly, searching her eyes.

"You said you're not uncomfortable with me, Seetha... Adhaa naan..."

(That's what I...)

My voice faltered, doubt creeping in.

"But... did I do something wro.."

Before I could finish, she pressed her fingers gently over my lips, silencing me. I stopped, staring at her as she met my gaze with an intensity that made my heart pound.

"Ungalukku yethana dhadava naan soldradhu?"

(How many times do I have to tell you?)

She sighed.

"I'm not uncomfortable, professor. I'm just... scared"

She took a shaky breath, her fingers still lingering over my lips.

"Nekku idhellaam pudhusaa irukku..."

(This is all new to me...)

Her voice wavered, her eyes filled with uncertainty.

"Like, I'm... I'm confused about the process right now"

A pause.

Then, hesitantly, she removed her fingers from my lips and asked,

"Naan unga kitta onnu kaekkatumaa?"

(Can I ask you something?)

"Kaelu ma"

(Ask, love)

I said softly.

She cupped my cheeks, her hands no longer silencing me, and looked into my eyes before hesitantly asking,

"Vera yedhuvum way illayaa?"

(Isn't there any other way?)

I frowned slightly.

"Enna way?"

(What do you mean?)

She averted her gaze for a moment, then tried again.

"Illa... indha... indha sex ipdi mattum dha pannanumaa? Vera yedhuvum way illayaa?"

(I mean... does the sex have to be done this way alone? Is there no other way?)

A smile tugged at my lips as I leaned in slightly, asking,

"Are you asking about my lips or my penis there?"

Her cheeks flushed.

"Second one"

She admitted shyly.

I pressed my lips together and shook my head, saying,

"No"

Her face fell slightly.

"Ohh... it'll be painful, right? Nekku romba bayama irukku'nu nenaikiren, professor..."

(I think, I'm really scared, professor...)

I met her gaze steadily.

"Do you trust me or not?"

Without hesitation, she whispered,

"I trust you more than I trust myself. Irundhaalum..."

(Even then...)

She hesitated, biting her lip.

"Andha.. ungaloda.. Adha paatha aprom, I feel... I feel scared. What if I scream?"

(That... your.. after seeing that...)

A low chuckle rumbled from my chest.

"Scream however you want, sweetheart. Inga yaarume illa nammale thavira"

(There's no one here except us)

I leaned in, brushing a soft kiss on her forehead again, before saying,

"Nee enna kathunaalum kathaadha'nu solla naan onnum un professor illa. I'm your husband"

(I'm not your professor who'll ask you to stay silent-I'm your husband)

She stared at me, her expression softening, before asking softly,

"Ap... appo modhala sonninga?"

(Then... what you said earlier?)

I knitted my brows and she continued,

"Like... if you, um... kiss me there, it'll be less painful'nu?"

I nodded.

"Yes. But only a little. You'll still feel pain... me as well"

Her eyes widened.

"You as well?"

She asked, clearly shocked.

I smiled, saying,

"Yes"

"Adhepdi?"

(But how?)

I smiled, shaking my head.

"Naan adhu aprom soldren."

(I'll tell you that later)

I wasn't in the mood to teach her something new right now.

She pouted slightly but nodded, asking,

"Ohh, okay... appo ungalukkum valikkum'naa, ungalukku bayama illayaa?"

(So if it hurts you too, aren't you scared?)

Her innocent question made me chuckle as I gently grabbed her waist, my thumbs brushing over her soft skin.

"First of everything, Seetha... we're not just going to have sex, and I'm not just going to fuck you or something"

I looked deep into her eyes, my voice dropping to a tender whisper,

"I'm going to make love to you. We're going to create a love so deep that we'll cherish it, enjoy it, and become addicted to each other until our last breath"

I cupped her cheek, caressing it gently.

"Think of it this way... you'll be more excited than scared"

She stared at me for a few seconds, taking a deep breath before whispering,

"Ippo neenga enna panna poringa?"

(What are you going to do now?)

A slight smile played on my lips as I asked,

"I'm not forcing you, right?"

She shook her head instantly.

"Apdilaa illa, pa"

(Not at all)

Her voice was steady now, the hesitation replaced by something else.

"I was scared before, but now... I'm excited as well. I don't want to wait any longer, professor. Make me yours. Uhmm.. make.. make love to me"

Relief washed over me as a warm smile spread across my face. My fingers trailed down, brushing against her clit, and I felt her throat bob as she swallowed hard.

I kissed her forehead, circled her clit with my finger, and she gasped, her body tensing under my touch.

Then, leaning in, I kissed her cheeks, and then lips, letting the warmth of my embrace consume her. I wanted her to forget everything-everything except us, my touch, and the way my lips claimed hers.

Slowly, I trailed downward, pressing soft kisses along her stomach, feeling her tremble beneath me. As my lips reached her left thigh, she shivered instantly, a sharp gasp escaping her lips in surprise.

But I didn't stop.

My lips continued their journey along her soft left thigh, trailing lower until they reached her knee. Lifting her leg gently, I kissed down her calf, then moved to her foot, pressing my lips against her curled toes.

A soft moan slipped from her lips as I shifted to her other foot, lifting her leg just the same-her knee bent, her thigh exposed. My kisses traveled upward, and by the time I reached her right thigh, she was trembling uncontrollably, lost in the sensations I was giving her.

She was a moaning mess beneath me, completely drenched by my touch. And as I watched her-her eyes shut, cheeks flushed, lips parted, face scrunched in raw emotion-I knew.

She wasn't uncomfortable.

She was just scared, insecure, hesitant to explore this side of us.

And it was my responsibility to ease that fear, to make her feel secure, not just in our mental bond but in our physical relationship as well.

With that thought, I gently parted her thighs, my gaze lowering to where she was waiting for me-dripping, trembling, and completely mine. Only mine.

☃️☃️

I leaned in with a smirk, pressing my lips against her clit. The moment they made contact, she jolted, arching her back as a loud, uncontrollable moan escaped her lips.

"Aayushh!"

"Hmm"

I hummed against her, flicking my tongue over the sensitive spot, growling,

"That's right, sweetheart. You just scream my name... I'll take care of the rest"

My tongue danced over her, teasing, tasting, while my teeth lightly grazed against her, sending shivers through her trembling body. Her moans filled the room, breathy and desperate, as she kept calling my name over and over again.

While I tightened my grip beneath her thighs, lifting her slightly off the bed, giving myself better access as I lapped up her sweetness-relentless, unyielding-until she finally shattered beneath me, her release bursting into my mouth for the first time, sweet and intoxicating.

Her moans slowly faded into soft whimpers and heavy breaths as the intensity ebbed, but I didn't stop just yet.

I took my time, cleaning her with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring every last trace of her essence, ensuring she was soothed. But whether it would truly ease the tightness within her-I wouldn't know until I was deep inside her.

With one final lick, I let go of her trembling legs and placed my hands on her stomach, pressing a lingering kiss over her navel. Moving upward, I slipped my hands beneath the pillow that had once shielded her chest, but now lay forgotten. Her breath still came in uneven pants, her fists gripping the pillow under her head.

I cupped her bare, soft bosoms slowly, eliciting a sharp whimper as her eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine in a dazed, hazy gaze.

Leaning down, I took her right nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the sensitive peak. She gasped, eyes fluttering with her body arching into me, her fingers digging into my shoulders as pleasure rippled through her once again.

☃️☃️

Without breaking contact, I moved up to capture her lips. She kissed me back in a daze, slow and hesitant at first, still trying to catch her breath.

While I deepened the kiss, keeping it passionate but unhurried, giving her the seconds she needed while my hands continued to knead and caress the fucking soft curves of her body.

She's as soft as a newborn baby, yet adorned with beautiful scars, moles, and marks-hidden secrets I've discovered on her skin.

Then, leaving her lips, I pressed a soft kiss on her forehead, then another on her cheeks, and finally a lingering one on the tip of her nose.

As our foreheads met, I let out a deep breath, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine.

But I couldn't stay like that, putting my weight on her fragile frame. So, I trailed my lips down once more before shifting to lay beside her, pulling her close to my chest.

She melted into my embrace, her arms wrapping around me as we held each other, skin to skin, lost in the intimacy of the moment.

Her delicate fingers rested against my chest, while her fluttering eyelashes brushed against my skin. She was quiet, lost in thought, her breathing slow and steady, as if she were still absorbing everything that had just happened between us.

Meanwhile, I held her tighter, running my fingers through her hair, letting the silence speak for itself.

Then, as my fingers brushed against the clip in her hair, I gently removed it and placed it on the bedside table, rolling away from her.

When I turned back to look at her, she was lying flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling while gripping the duvet tightly over her chest.

I moved closer, pressing a kiss against her neck, making her shiver and turn towards me. Raising my brows, I waited for her reaction. She smiled softly before shifting towards me and wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug again.

I chuckled, hugging her back, my hands caressing her back as I placed gentle kisses on her shoulder, neck, cheek, and earlobe.

Then she asked,

"Ungalukku koochamaa illayaa anga'laa enna.. enna kiss panna?"

(Aren't you embarrassed to kiss me there?)

I smiled and rested my cheek on top of her head before replying,

"Kalyanam aaguradhukku munnaadi irundhey nee ennoda treasure aageete, ma. Ippo kalyanam aana apro enna epdi en treasure'eh open panni adhula irukka secrets ellaam paakaama irukka soldra? I couldn't control myself, Seetha. I told you from the very beginning that you're my drug"

(Even before our marriage, you were already my treasure. Now that we're married, how can you expect me to not open my treasure and explore all its secrets? I couldn't control myself, Seetha. I told you from the very beginning that you're my drug)

She hummed softly, and I continued,

"Indha treasure mulukka mulukka enakku mattum dha. Naanu unakku mattum dha. And koochamaa illayaa'nu kaetta'le? You know what?"

(This treasure is entirely mine, just as I am entirely yours. And you asked if I felt embarrassed? You know what?)

I cupped her cheeks and said,

"That was so fucking sweet. I can do it for the rest of our lives"

Her cheeks flushed, and I smirked before adding,

"Paavam pulla kashta paduvaa'nu dha vitten. Illanaa innum anga dha irundhiruppen. Do you want me to prove it?"

(I let you go because I didn't want my poor girl to struggle. Otherwise, I would've still been there. Do you want me to prove it?)

She clicked her tongue and said,

"Ippo venaam. Aana nekku ellaam koochamaa dha irukkum. 365 days'le vara Laura maadhiri'laa ungalukku ennaala panna mudiyaadhu, professor. Ippodhaiku. Neenga enna thappa nenachukkaadh.."

(Not now. But for me, all this is still embarrassing. I can't do such things to you like some heroine from a movie 365 days, professor. At least not yet. Don't misunderstand me...)

"Sshhh"

I silenced her, covering her lips with my hand before pressing our foreheads together, saying,

"I don't want you to be like any movie character with me, Seetha. I just want you to be my Seetha. That's all I need from you. I won't expect anything. But..."

I let go of her lips and continued,

"You can do whatever you feel comfortable with. I won't push you away or look at you with disgust or anything. Just like how I own your body and soul, you own mine. I'm entirely yours. Un ishta padi enkooda sandhoshamaa iru, di. Enakku adhu mattum dha venum. I won't judge you. I won't push you away from me. Nee enaku en amma anuppi vacha dhevadha, ma. Ennaala unna eppavume kaaya padutha mudiyaadhu. I love you. I love you the most"

(You can do whatever you feel comfortable with. I won't push you away or look at you with disgust or anything. Just like how I own your body and soul, you own mine. I'm entirely yours. Be happy with me in your own way. That's all I want. I won't judge you. I won't push you away. You are the angel my mother sent to me, Seetha. I can never hurt you. I love you. I love you the most)

Her eyes welled up with tears, and they rolled down onto her nose as she lay on her side. I leaned in and kissed the top of her nose, her eyebrows where the tears had pooled, and finally, her forehead.

As I pulled back, she smiled at me, her glassy eyes filled with emotion.

"I love you, Aayush"

She whispered.

I chuckled, my chest tightening at her words.

"First time professor illama kekuren un confession"

(This is the first time I'm hearing your confession without the word 'professor')

She nodded with a soft smile and said,

"Naan indha I love you en professor'ku sollala. En husband'ku sonnen"

(I didn't say it to my professor. I said it to my husband)

I smiled, feeling my own eyes welling up, before pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. She kissed me back just as hard, matching my force, sealing our love in the most intimate way.

In the meantime, as our lips parted, I trailed my kisses down to her neck before hovering over her, pressing soft kisses down the valley of her breasts.

☃️☃️

My eyes met hers, silently asking for permission before I shifted to her left breast. I kissed the tip of her nipple, making her arch her back and clutch my shoulders, moaning my name.

I hummed in response, closed my eyes in bliss, taking her nipple between my lips, sucking gently before giving it a soft bite, pulling it to its peak.

Then, I flicked my tongue over it, opening my eyes to see her, trembling beneath me, before alternating between slapping and licking, while she moaned and arched her back, gripping my hair tightly in pleasure.

When I finally switched to her other breast, I gave it the same attention, taking control before fumbling over the side drawer of the table.

Grabbing the condom wrapper, I let go of her nipple with a wet pop and sat up, adjusting myself with my knees planted firmly on either side of her thighs against the mattress.

☃️☃️

Tearing the wrapper with my teeth, I looked down at her lying beneath me, still recovering from the heavy breaths that filled the room.

The sight of her lying beneath me, completely naked, her breath steadying, is utterly turning me on. She looks like a work of art sculpted just for me-perfectly shaped with soft curves and graceful slopes, making me smirk with pride.

As her parted lips finally closed, and her throat bobbed with a gulp, her eyes fluttered open-only to widen in shock when they landed directly on my hardness in my hand.

Then her face scrunched slightly as I rolled the condom over it.

"It's for protection, babe. I don't want you to get pregnant. And I'm not forcing you into that thought either. Do you want a kid?"

She shook her head, widening her trembling arms for me.

I smiled, kissing her forehead, leaning in. She kissed my cheek in return.

And to my surprise, this was the first time she had kissed me somewhere other than my lips in our very own first night.

What a silly wife I got.

I chuckled, pecking her lips before she smiled slightly and said,

"Ippo baby vendaam. Nekku unga kooda podhum podhum'ngra alavukku time spend panneetu adhukku apro dha baby venum. Aana naan yeppo kaettaalum kudukanum"

(I don't want a baby now. I want to spend enough time with you until I feel it's enough, and only then I'll want a baby. But whenever I ask, you should give me one)

She warned me, raising her index finger.

I smiled, taking her raised finger between my lips and tongue, wetting it before letting go when she whined.

"I'm ready to fulfill your wish whenever you want, my princess"

She giggled shyly, hooking her arms around my neck, pressing kiss after kiss against my cheek.

I gripped her thighs, closing my eyes when her kisses trailed from my cheek to my jawline and down the side of my neck.

I groaned internally, thinking-why the hell was she getting into her kissy and bold mode now, right after I wrapped myself with a damn condom?

☃️☃️

Clutching her hips tightly, I made her gasp beside my ear, her warm breath fanning against my skin in the most intoxicating way.

With her lips hovering just over my ear, I smirked, moving one of my hands to my manhood, gripping it before caressing the tip over her womanhood.

She moaned huskily into my ear, clutching me tight.

That was a damn sensual turn-on for me. I slowly trailed my hand over her little wet hood, feeling it beneath my fingers before I guided myself to her entrance.

And with a gentle but firm pressure, I began to push in.

She winced, her head falling back onto the pillow as she murmured,

"Aayush..."

I pressed my lips together, my breaths ragged and uneven, my chest rising and falling with each deep inhale. Slowly, I applied more pressure, and she let out a desperate cry.

I immediately pressed my lips against her cheek, whispering softly,

"I'll be gentle. I'll be gentle"

But she shook her head, signaling a no.

I kissed her cheek softly and whispered,

"Look at me. Indha thirumbu. Enna paaru"

(Turn this way. Look at me.)

She hesitated for a moment before tilting her head to the side, finally meeting my gaze.

Pressing my lips together, I spoke gently,

"Trust me. Just for a few minutes. Then you'll feel at ease. Enna nambura'le nee?"

(You trust me, right?)

She nodded, her eyes locked with mine, but the moment I pushed myself completely inside her, she gasped loudly, shutting her eyes, her cry filling the room.

And she was tight. More than I had imagined.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, clutching me desperately as tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, falling onto my forehead.

I smiled softly, straightened up a little and kissed her, my lips pressing against hers, wanting to soothe her. I understood-how hard this must be for her, how much pain she was enduring. And a slow hiss left my lips at the slight pain I felt too, but I didn't move.

I just stayed there, inside her, letting time pass as our bodies connected, waiting until her breath steadied and her soft sobs faded into silence.

As she finally turned towards me, her eyes searching mine, I asked in a hushed voice,

"You okay?"

She nodded her head.

"Can I move now? Or do you want to distract yourself for some time before we continue?"

I asked gently.

She shook her head and responded,

"Move pannungo"

(Move now)

I chuckled at her childlike tone and kissed her cheek before hovering over her, my palms pressing into the mattress on either side of her.

Slowly, I pulled out, making her gasp, before pushing back inside, drawing a moan from her lips.

I maintained a slow, steady pace, my thrusts deep yet unhurried. With every movement, I kissed her forehead, her closed eyes, and brushed my lips against hers before playfully nipping at her cheek. A soft giggle escaped her-just for a second-before a deep, pleasure-filled gasp replaced it as I pushed deeper.

A slow force built between us, and as I pushed harder, she gasped and hugged me tightly, moaning loudly near my ear.

Hooking my arm beneath her neck, I tangled my fingers in her hair, gently cradling her face against my shoulder. My other hand slid down to grasp her left thigh, guiding it around my waist as I thrust deeper, a guttural groan escaping me-lost in the intoxicating pleasure I was experiencing for the first time ever in my life.

"Fuck. Seethaaa. I told you, right? You're so damn worthy... Ahh!, like a drug"

I groaned in between my movements.

She moaned my name breathlessly, her voice trembling with pleasure.

"Ahhh... Aayush!"

She cried out, her body arching beneath me.

As she clutched me tightly against her, writhing beneath me and arching herself while I thrust harder and harder, I felt her body tense. When I finally hit her high spot, her walls tightened around me, and she whimpered, trembling beneath me.

I knew she was on the edge, ready to shatter for me. Quickening my pace, I drove deeper, pinning her hands above her head now as I guided her other leg around my waist, locking us in a perfect, breathless rhythm.

At last, she moaned louder, her body shuddering as she came undone beneath me. As she collapsed onto the bed, breathless and spent, I kept moving against her for a few more moments until a deep groan escaped me, my release following hers as I spilled into the condom, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of the moment.

☃️☃️

I missed the warmth of her skin against mine in that moment, but I couldn't risk her getting pregnant. I also didn't want her to take any pregnancy-preventing pills, knowing how they may affect her health.

Panting hard against her shoulder, I slowly withdrew, discarded the condom, and sank onto the bed beside her.

Both of us lay there, breathless, not even caring whether the duvet covered us or not.

As my breathing steadied, I turned toward her and pulled her close, my fingers tracing soothing patterns along her back as I ran them through her hair. She nestled deeper into my embrace, her warmth melting into mine.

I reached for the duvet and pulled it over us, wrapping us in its comfort.

Then, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I sighed in contentment.

Just as she settled, regaining her own breath, she suddenly lifted her hand and playfully hit my chest with her fist. I winced at the unexpected action, taken aback, and looked down at her with a confused expression.

"Yen di?"

(Why, girl?)

I asked, my brows furrowing in curiosity.

She looked at me with a playful pout and said,

"Neenga romba romba mosam"

(You're very, very bad)

I laughed, shaking my head, before asking,

"Thank you, thango. Did you like it or not?"

Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and instead of answering, she hooked her finger around my chain, pulling me down towards her. She pecked my lips softly before pulling back, her eyes locking onto mine.

"I love you"

She whispered.

Smiling, I pressed a strong, lingering kiss to her forehead, holding it there for more than a minute. I applied so much pressure that she started laughing, pressing her hands against my chest in protest. But I didn't let go-I kept my lips firmly on her forehead, making her giggle even more.

Finally, I pulled back and cupped her cheeks firmly in my hands, saying,

"I love you, Seetha ma. I love you"

She chuckled, her eyes shining, and in response, she kissed my cheek with the same force, making me laugh. Before I knew it, she ended up on top of me, her warmth pressing against me. I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly, and she settled comfortably over me, resting her cheek on my chest with a content smile.

Our naked bodies intertwined, a perfect blend of love and raw desire. My fingertips traced the length of her bare spine, caressing from top to bottom, while my other hand cradled the nape of her neck, holding her close in my embrace.

For a few minutes, we simply stayed like that-connected, breathing in each other's warmth. Then, letting my hand travel lower, I caressed the curve of her right butt cheek, making her gulp audibly.

But when I suddenly smacked her, she gasped, her cheek pressed against my collarbone as she turned her face slightly towards me, eyes dazed.

Smirking at her reaction, I asked,

"Ippo bayam ellaam poiducha?"

(Now, has all your fear disappeared?)

Her breath hitched as I continued to caress her soft skin. Shuddering slightly, she stammered,

"Ne..nekku bayam ellaa illai. Kooch...aah!"

(I... I was not scared, actually. Just embarr... aah!)

She winced when I smacked her left cheek this time, making her tremble in shock. But, I gently caressed the spot and asked with a teasing glint in my eyes,

"So? Poi sonniyaa enkitta?"

(Did you lie to me?)

Her gaze flickered between frustration and something else entirely. Then without a word, she suddenly rolled to my left, startling me as I panicked, thinking she might fall off the bed. But instead, she gracefully stood on the floor, pulled the duvet from me, and wrapped it around herself, shooting me a glare.

I smirked, tucking my hands beneath my head, my brows lifting in playful challenge as I watched her.

She twisted her lips and scoffed,

"Have some shame"

Glancing down at my naked body, I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Not with you"

I said.

She hissed at my response, then pointed an accusing finger at me.

"You don't have any rights to smack me there. Okay?"

I chuckled and asked,

"There? What do you mean by there, babe?"

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

Huffing, she turned on her heel and started walking towards the washroom. But midway, she suddenly stopped, gripping the bedpost and hissing softly.

I took a deep breath, catching her hand before she could take another step. Kneeling on the bed, I looked at her, then climbed down and scooped her into my arms along with the duvet wrapped around her. She gasped, but I simply carried her to the bathroom and gently set her down inside.

Pecking her lips softly, I murmured,

"Take a hot water bath if you want to clean yourself. Hmm?"

She hummed with a slight smile.

I stepped inside momentarily, turning on the heater before leaning back against the doorframe.

"Second pipe. Romba sooda use pannaadha. Chill water mix panniko"

(Second pipe. Don't use too much hot water, mix some cold water)

She nodded, smiling.

I inhaled deeply, kissed her cheek, and whispered,

"Come quick. I'll be waiting for you. And don't panic if you see any blood. It's just a sign that you've lost your virginity to me"

Blushing, she looked up at me and teased,

"Nekku theriyum, professor. Class nadathaama poi veliya wait pannunga ponga"

(I know, professor. Now go wait outside without lecturing me)

I shot her a glare, but she only giggled, pushing my chest with one hand before shutting the door in my face.

Standing there with my hands on the doorframe, my lips curved into a smile. I bit my lower lip, lowering my head slightly as I chuckled at our first-night memories. Shaking my head, I reached for a towel near the hanger, wrapped it around my waist, and walked towards the balcony.

Leaning against the railing, my hands pressing into the cold metal, I crossed my ankles and gazed at the mist-draped beauty of Ooty before me.

As I stood there, lost in the breathtaking view, my thoughts wandered to how drastically our lives had changed-like a fairytale unfolding before my eyes. It felt surreal, as if destiny had intricately intertwined our paths in the most unexpected yet perfect way.

And sudden thought crossed my mind-what would have happened if I had never met her? If I had never seen her in this life? Would I have even been truly alive, living and standing like this?

Before I could let my mind spiral further, I was pulled back to the present-the only reality that mattered-My Seetha.

Her arms wrapped around my torso from behind, and she pressed her cheek against my bare back. Her soft voice murmured,

"There's no blood"

I smiled, and placed my hands over hers, holding them against my torso as I reassured her,

"Not everyone gets that, thango. You're healthy. Trust me. Paatha enakku theriyaadhaa?"

(Wouldn't I-who just saw you there-already know how healthy you are?)

I teased, at last.

She huffed and pulled her hands back, only to smack my back with her palms.

I laughed and turned around, catching her wrist before pulling her to the front.

Enveloping her between myself and the railing, I slowly placed my hands on either side of her, locking her in, leaning forward.

She gazed up at me, dazed, while my eyes roamed over her from head to toe, drinking in her appearance-my silk shirt draping loosely over her frame, the oversized sleeves grazing her hands, and beneath it, a towel wrapped snugly around her waist, mirroring my own.

The sight made me chuckle. Tilting my head with amusement, I teased,

"Enna di idhu?"

(What is this, you woman?)

She pouted, looking every bit like a stubborn little kid, and I couldn't help but grin.

"Idhudha irukku. En dress ellaame guestroom'le irukku. Ungala koopten eduthuttu vara sollalaam'nu. Aana neenga inga ninnutu irundhanaala ungalukku kaekkala pola"

(This is all I had. All my clothes are in the guest room. I called you to bring them for me, but since you were standing here, you probably didn't hear me)

"Ohh"

I said, suddenly recalling how Kamali had taken Seetha's bag from our house earlier, mentioning she would pack a few more dresses for her. After all, our honeymoon phase was set to begin tomorrow morning at 11 o'clock when we would fly to Goa from Coimbatore airport.

But I snapped back to reality when she guided my hands to her waist, her arms hooking around my neck. Smiling down at her, I lifted her off the ground and gently placed her feet over mine.

She smiled and said,

"I'm not actually scared, professor. Just, nekku setha koochamaa irundhadhu. First of all, naan ungala naked'ah paaka poren'nu nenachey avlo vekka pattutu irundhen from the day they started arranging our wedding"

(I'm not actually scared, professor. It's just that I felt a bit shy. First of all, I was so embarrassed just thinking about seeing you naked from the day they started arranging our wedding.)

I chuckled, amused, and asked,

"I know, ma. Adhaa naan bayapadaama un koochatha pokkunen. Seri sollu... Do you still feel shy to see me naked?"

(I know, dear. That's why I eased your shyness without making you afraid. Okay, tell me... Do you still feel shy to see me naked?)

She blushed and shook her head, whispering,

"No"

A smirk tugged at my lips as I slid my hand to her chest, cupping her left breast and squeezing gently. A breathless moan slipped past her lips, her lashes fluttering shut as she trembled under my touch. Leaning in, I brushed my lips against her ear and murmured,

"Then untie me"

But, her voice wavered,

"We're standing outside... Ulla polaame?"

(Shall we go inside?)

Instead of answering, I slipped my hands beneath her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped instinctively around my waist as her towel slipped to the floor, but I shielded her, holding her close as I carried her inside. She clung to me, her breath warm against my neck.

Lowering her onto the bed, I hovered over her, pinning her wrists above her head, slowly. She lay beneath me, her gaze dazed and filled with something raw. I brushed my nose against hers, my voice softer now.

"Did you feel sore?"

Her fingers tightened around mine.

"Aayush..."

Her lips parted, her voice barely a whisper,

"As you said... I'm addicted"

A deep, husky chuckle escaped me as I dipped my head, my lips brushing over the thin fabric of my shirt draped on her, teasing the hardened peak straining beneath. She gasped, her body instinctively arching into me, her knees threatening to buckle as pleasure rippled through her.

☃️☃️

Still immersed in her warmth, I reached for the packet beside us, my fingers working deftly. As I eased myself between her, a soft moan escaped her lips, her breath hitching as she pulled me closer, craving the connection.

With one hand, I laced our fingers together above her head, while the other slowly unfastened the first few buttons of my shirt draped on her, sliding the fabric aside to unveil the smooth, inviting expanse of her bare skin.

She shivered beneath me, her fingers tightening around mine as I moved with deep, measured strokes, drawing out every moment.

Each breathy moan, each shiver that coursed through her, only fueled my need to pull her closer, to sink deeper. As the intensity built between us, I shifted, guiding her upright.

Sitting back on the bed, I pulled her onto my lap, her legs wrapping around me as she straddled me. A soft gasp left her lips before she buried her face in my shoulder, her warm breath fanning against my skin.

A low, guttural groan escaped me as I thrust upward, burying myself completely within her. She trembled, continued to moan loudly, her fingers threading through my hair at the nape of my neck, clutching tightly as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

With each movement, I sank deeper into the heat of her, my grip on her waist tightening as my pace quickened. My breaths turned ragged, the tension coiling tighter with every thrust until, with a groan, pleasure crashed over me. My body shuddered as I spilled into the condom once more, lost in the intoxicating release.

☃️☃️

Leaning back against the bedpost, I panted heavily, my chest rising and falling with each breath. She slumped against me, her warmth pressing into mine, her breath just as unsteady.

That was fucking earth-shattering.

Once I regained my breath, I gently moved her off my lap and laid her down on the bed. Disposing of the used condom in the bin, I slipped in beside her, wrapping my arms around her from behind and pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder.

She sighed, pulling my arms tighter around her, and took a deep breath before murmuring,

"Yeppo thoonga porom namma? Naan evlo tired'le vandhen theriyumo?"

(When are we going to sleep? Do you even know how exhausted I was?)

I chuckled,

"I was tired too. But, first night'eh epdi di mudikkaama vida soldra? Also, you're so sexy, I can't control myself"

(How could I let our first night end just like that?)

She scoffed,

"Sexy'ah? Chey, I'm just cute. Sexy'nlaa sollaadhel"

(Sexy? Che, I'm just cute. Don't call me sexy)

I smirked,

"Chey 'ah? Yen di? Naan ippo edhaadhu solleerven. Aana nee enna 'class edukkaadhel' apdi'nu solluva"

(Che? Why, girl? If I say something now, you'll tell me not to conduct class for you, right?)

I rolled my eyes, resting my chin on her shoulder as she burst into laughter.

She then turned towards me, still snug in my arms, and I shifted back slightly, guiding her onto her back. My hand found its way to her abdomen, and she smiled up at me before asking,

"Seri adha vidungo. Neenga modha naan kondu vandha paal'eh kudichelaa?"

(Okay, leave that. First, did you drink the milk I brought?)

Hearing her, I bit my lower lip, propped my head up with my palm, my elbow resting against the pillow, and said,

"Kudichuttane"

(I already drank it)

"Haan? Yeppo nekku kudukkaama neenga mattum kuduchuttelaa?"

(What? When? You drank it without even giving me?)

She asked, frowning in disbelief.

I suppressed a smirk and said,

"Neeyum venum'naa... you can have it, Seetha I won't stop you"

(If you want some too, you can have it, Seetha. I won't stop you)

She squinted at me suspiciously, then, with a small smile, asked,

"Nekkum vachirukkelaa paadhi?"

(Did you save me half?)

Turning to grab the glass of milk from the table beside the bed, she barely moved before I caught her by the waist and pulled her back down, making her lie still.

"Azhagi. Unkitta naan onnu sollatumaa?"

(Beautiful, can I tell you something?)

I murmured, my fingers gently pressing against her abdomen.

She narrowed her brows, a soft smile playing on her lips, then shrugged and said,

"Sollunga"

(Go ahead)

"Naan unakku books kuduthen'le?"

(I gave you books, right?)

"Aama"

(Yes)

"Summa adhuve padikaadha. If you ever feel lonely or something, then read it. Otherwise, don't"

(Don't just read them all the time)

She frowned and asked,

"Yen?"

(Why?)

I smiled, my palm gently massaging her abdomen, and said,

"I'm afraid I'll lose the innocent Seetha I love. Enakku nee ipdiye venum'nu thonudhu. Ipdiye maaraama enakkaaga, kozhandha maadhiriye... Enkitta ipdi innocent'ah kelvi kaettukuttu sirichutte venum"

(I'm afraid I'll lose the innocent Seetha I love. I want you to stay just like this for me-like a little kid, asking me innocent questions and laughing at me)

But she smiled and asked,

"Aana apdiye irukka mudiyaadhu'le?"

(But I can't stay the same forever, right?)

My hand paused for a second while massaging her abdomen, and my smile faltered for a moment.

Why does just hearing her reply suddenly make me feel so low?

But then, I looked at her again and smiled,

"Mm, irukka mudiyaadhu dha. You'll grow up. My little student will grow into a woman. But..."

(Mm, yeah, you can't stay the same)

I stopped when she cupped my cheek with her hand and said,

"Innocence'laa vida maaten. Yen ivlo change aagudhu unga face? Ungakoodaye dha irukka poren. Yeppovaa irundhaalum. Naan just indha vishyathula dha Aayush sonnen. Epdiyum nekku neenga ellaame kathu koduthuruvel. Apro epdi naan innocent'ah irukka mudiyum'nu ketten. Adhukulla.."

(I won't lose my innocence. Why is your face changing like this now? I'll always be with you, no matter what. I was just talking about this one thing, Aayush. Anyway, you'll teach me everything. So, how can I still remain innocent in this matter? That's what I was asking. But before I could finish...)

She chuckled and pinched my beard. But I tilted my head, kissed the inner side of her palm, and said,

"Illa, ma. Innocent'ah idhula mattum illa. Yedhulayume irukka venaam. Apro yaarum nammala madhikka maataanga. We have to be bold. You have to be bold. Innocence irundhaalum adhula boldness irukkanum. Avlodha. Seriyaa?"

(No, ma. Not just in this, but in everything-you shouldn't stay innocent. Otherwise, no one will respect us. We have to be bold. You have to be bold. Even if you are innocent, there should be boldness in it. That's all. Okay?)

She bobbed her head in agreement, and I smiled, kissing her forehead. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I rested my chin on top of her head while she lay on her back, her hand resting on my neck. I closed my eyes with a soft smile, catching a glimpse of her doing the same.

We remained silent, just listening to each other's breaths, until she suddenly said,

"Nekku oru sandhegam, Aayush"

(I have a doubt, Aayush)

I chuckled, pulling back slightly to look down at her, and asked,

"Enna sandhegam?"

(What doubt?)

"Mm... naan padicha book'le they said licking, sucking, nibbling, thrusting... and enna ennamo... adhellaa epdi panna mudiyum?"

(Mm... In the book I read, they mentioned licking, sucking, nibbling, thrusting... and many other things... How is all that even possible?)

I looked at her, amused, before chuckling and asking,

"Ivlo neram adhaane di panneetu irundhen?"

(Wasn't I just doing all that this whole time?)

"Haan?"

She frowned up at me, confused.

I laughed at her clueless expression and pinched her waist, making her yelp and I said,

"En thango. Wait a minute... I'll teach you"

(Oh, my dear. Wait a minute... I'll teach you)

Saying that, I laid back on the bed, and she instinctively turned sideways to face me.

I smirked and opened one arm.

"Inga vaa"

(Come here)

Her face lit up with a wide smile as she placed her head on my bicep, wrapping her arm around me and inhaling deeply with her eyes closed.

I chuckled, wrapping my arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer until her face was near the crook of my neck. Tilting my head slightly, I murmured,

"Lick my neck"

She gasped, pulling back slightly, staring at me in shock.

"Enna di? Nee dhane ketta epdi'nu?"

(What? Weren't you the one who asked how to do it?)

"Chi, adhukku'nu? How can I lick your neck?"

(Ew, for that? How can I lick your neck?)

She asked.

And I scoffed in disbelief, asking,

"Chi'ah? Madam... naan enga enga ungala lick pannen'nu marandhu pochaa ungalukku? Appo mattum 'ah-oh' nu sinungeetu ippo enakku'naa mattum chi'ah? Haa!?"

(Ew? Madam... did you already forget where all I've licked you? Back then, you were sighing all 'ah-oh' in pleasure, and now, when it's my turn, you're saying 'ew'? Haa!?)

She bit her lower lip, turning pink, while I smirked, waiting for her next move.

"Okay. Nekku 'lick' purunjadhu. What does 'suck' mean?"

She asked, clearly trying to divert the topic.

I smirked, seeing through her attempt.

"Haan. Haan. I will only teach you one by one. First, you lick my neck now. Then I'll tell you what 'suck' really means"

She stared at me in disbelief, her cheeks warming up with a soft blush. But, despite her embarrassment, she closed her eyes and slowly leaned in.

As her warm breath fanned over the crook of my neck, my own breathing became unsteady. Then, just as I was bracing myself, the tip of her tongue barely brushed against my skin-just a single centimeter-before she quickly pulled back.

That? That was enough to drive me absolutely insane.

"Panneeten"

(I did it)

She murmured shyly.

I cleared my throat, exhaling sharply, before opening my eyes to look at her.

"You're damn good, babe"

I said, my voice rough with restraint.

She grinned, clearly pleased with herself, making me chuckle and then smirk, saying,

"Now, a suck"

She swallowed hard, looking at me nervously.

While I continued, my voice deep and deliberate,

"Open your mouth, cup a part of my skin between your lips, and give it a slow suck while keeping it between them"

"Suck?"

She asked, still confused.

I nodded, then leaned in closer, my breath fanning over her ear as I murmured,

"Feel me"

Without another word, I tilted my head and took a patch of her soft skin between my lips, sucking firmly before dragging my tongue over the spot. I released it with a wet pop, making her entire body shudder beneath me.

Her hands pressed weakly against my chest, and her breathing uneven.

Satisfied, I pulled back, resting my head on the pillow, and gazed at her dazed expression.

I raised a brow and smirked, saying,

"Do it"

She took a shaky breath, the sound audible in the silence, before leaning over my neck. Her lips brushed over my skin, hesitant yet warm, before she took a patch of my skin between them. Her soft lips trembled slightly as she sucked, and a deep groan escaped me.

She released me with a wet pop, mimicking my earlier action, and a wave of goosebumps erupted across my skin. My body tensed at the sensation, the heat between us thickening.

Then, she started to lift her hand towards my neck, her fingers reaching out to wipe away the damp spot where her lips had been. But before she could, I caught her wrist midair, guiding her palm down to rest over my chest.

Locking eyes with her, I murmured,

"Nibble?"

Her breath hitched, and she nodded slowly, her gaze already hazy with desire.

I let my hand slide down from her shoulder, tracing the curve of her spine before gripping her firmly by the waist and pulling her up. She gasped softly, her body tensing as she felt my hardness press against her stomach.

"Look at me, Seetha"

I murmured, my voice deep, steady.

She swallowed hard, the sound audible between us, before slowly lifting her gaze to meet mine. Her eyes were wide, laced with hesitation and curiosity.

I held her there, letting the moment stretch before finally saying,

"Bite my neck... then follow it with a soft suck. That's a nibble"

Her lips parted, and my control hung by a thin thread when she unexpectedly lowered her mouth to the small mole at the center of my chest. I watched through half-lidded eyes as her delicate yet sharp teeth sank into my skin, sending a jolt through me.

A desperate moan escaped my lips,

"Seetha..."

But she bit down, followed by a deep, lingering suck-once, twice-before finally pulling away, leaving a burning sensation in its wake.

Our eyes locked, her gaze dark with something unreadable, while I struggled to catch my breath.

Shuddering beneath her, I managed to whisper,

"A... A thrust then? Mmm?"

She nodded her head.

I cupped her waist on either side with my hands and said,

"It'll be painful for the first time"

I tried to warn her.

But she replied,

"Okay"

I looked at her, taken aback, and asked,

"Okay?"

She blushed.

I smirked and moved her hips up, lifting her off me, but I couldn't manage it completely as she couldn't hold me properly in her hand either. So, I straightened up, settling on the bed with her still in my lap, pulling her close. Wrapping my arms around her, I reached beneath the pillow for the third protection of our first intense night together.

Now, wrapping one arm securely around her waist, I lifted her slightly off my lap. My other hand slid behind her, tracing a slow, tantalizing path down her spine, making her shiver against me.

☃️☃️(Ik. A last one for a night, guys! :))

I cupped my hardness in my palm before guiding it inside her, making her moan softly.

A groan rumbled in my chest as I murmured,

"Sit"

Releasing her waist and placing my hands behind me on the mattress.

She remained silent for a few seconds, probably hesitating, while I groaned, feeling her walls squeeze around me.

But, a sharp gasp escaped my lips,

"Fuck"

As she finally hissed near my ear, lowering herself onto my lap in a slow, deliberate motion, making me fill her completely.

She shuddered, her breathing turning uneven.

Then, not wanting her to feel overwhelmed just for one night, I pressed a gentle kiss on her temple and murmured,

"This is what a thrust is. Did you understand everything?"

She moaned in response, humming softly.

Tightening my arms around her waist, I whispered,

"I'll handle it from here. Relax"

Her breathing gradually steadied, and as I felt her soft breath against my shoulder, I swiftly flipped her onto the bed, laying her on her back.

Hovering over her, I slid inside her once more, thrusting deep, chasing our much-needed release. Her screams filled the room as I pressed her breasts, and also tracing fiery paths along her trembling skin, each thrust pushing us closer to the edge.

Moments later, completely spent, I collapsed beside her, both of us panting in exhaustion.

☃️☃️(Done & Dusted)

After a few more minutes, she moved closer for my warmth, placing her arm over me, I lifted mine, and she rested her head on my bicep.

I held her close, pressing a kiss on the top of her head before asking,

"Exhausted?"

She hummed against my skin and murmured,

"Oru naal'le, you turned me into an exhausted Seetha"

(In just one day, you turned me into an exhausted Seetha)

I laughed and replied,

"That's a fitting title for you, babe. Exhausted Seetha. And I can make sure it stays true every night and day"

I winked at her, and she playfully smacked my chest, making me chuckle.

Tilting her face up, I captured her lips in a slow, lingering kiss. Her palm skimmed over my bare torso, kissing me back, but instead of deepening the kiss, I pulled away, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, cheeks, and the tip of her nose. She mimicked my actions, making me smile.

Then as our eyes met, warmth flickered between us, and I tugged the duvet over us, cocooning us in our own little world.

Before murmuring,

"Sleep"

I felt her shift.

And she pouted, asking,

"Avlodhaanaa?"

(That's all?)

Chuckling, I nodded, saying,

"Yes, avlodha. Now, sleep"

(Yes, that's all. Now, sleep)

She kissed my cheek again and rested her head on my chest, her fingers lazily tracing my skin. I ran my fingers through her hair, playing with the strands until sleep finally took us-exhausted yet content, wrapped in each other's warm arms after a long night of love, passion, and the beautiful start of our married life.

Now, I have everything. My Seetha is mine, entirely, just as I am hers.

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