" I like this.....these crocuses are beautiful." I whisper looking around at the fake portico door covered with them. " You had a portico door made " I smile and stick my tounge at him. He looks deeply into my eyes. Goosebumps raise into my arms, as he moves closer towards me.

" They are my favourite flowers. They look like your eyes. As for the door you told me you wanted a castle so I thought let's give you the whole setup. " He said with smile in his voice.

I turn my head towards the door. Touching the flowers and the hard door. The dark blue tinge of flowers with splatches of white petals made the flower stark and lovely in contrast to the beautiful white hardwood door.

I smile at them. I never thought about my eyes like that.

I feel him coming closer to me. His arms wraps around me, his lips touch my neck. I shudder when I feel his lips opening and his teeth biting me there. His hands move up and it barely touches my breast before it goes to my belly button through the wet sticky t-shirt that I am wearing. Then, we freeze.

We both hear a rawr of screeching car on the asphalt. We depart from each other with the same speed, at the same time standing straight at the sound, I turn my head and look towards the long pavement that moves towards the main entrance of the property.

I see four distinct figures coming out of the car. And I smile when I see it's our parents.... Then freeze again on the spot. I frown and look towards Kiyansh who hastily steps in front of me as if covering me up. Like he doesn't want them to see me. And then my eyes widen in realisation. I am in nothing but underwear and Kiyansh's t-shirt and I am soaked, the t-shirt sticking to my body, my nipples hard. I look once at them and then without any preamble just turn and try to open the portico door. The door doesn't move an inch.

Kiyansh curses and I feel him completely turn to me. " Let's go inside, for the life of us they have turned their heads. " His voice sounds irritated but also I feel a hunch of laughter on the depth.

We frenetically go inside, almost run. As if we have been caught during our teenage hormonal escapades, the situation almost feels like that. Kiyansh continues to curse and opens the bedroom door moving towards the closet. He goes inside and picks out a long wide pants and a long sleeved t-shirt and hands it to me.

I laugh at him. " This can't go together you idiot. Let me." I replace the t-shirt with Etsy vinyl t-shirt. I give him an amused smile and take out a cigarette after sex t-shirt which I bought after a concert in London for him. And throw at him " you should wear that. "

He scowls at the t-shirt then cringes visibly. " I can't let out the image of my parents looking at you in underwear . It's gonna haunt me forever. " He scowls again, and sits on the bed. His knuckles white on he crumpled bedsheet. " Who the hell let them in. I told the security to not let anyone without my permission. " His knuckles whitens even more and I look at the adorable face he has. I laugh and he looks up frowning at me.

" Isn't it like the time when once after the annual fest in our school, you climbed the tree and jumped into my room because I was angry with you. And I was so tired that I snuggled up to you without even knowing. And we both slept. And then your mom barged into my room the next morning to ask me if I knew where you were because you sneaked out of your house in midnight and she found us sleeping together. And then you were all red face. You look just like that. "

His face turns even more red. He folds up the ' Cigarettes after the sex t-shirt. And picks out a beige crew neck t-shirt. He tries to scowl again but laughter is clearly visible on his smug face when he says, " We have been doing all these things together for years and I still feel guilty as if I am bunking your privacy and making you impure or something. Do you know your father and I had once had a talk about it? The only time we had an argument? "

" What? I didn't know about that. When?" I can't even imagine Kiyansh and my father arguing over anything and hardly over me.

He finally moves out of the closet. " One time we both went to a party. And we came back, you were tired so you were leaning on me. And I put you in bed. Your mother was in America that time. And your father told me to sleep in a different room. And I said No...."

I open my mouth and close it. " But Dad was always okay with you. "

" Yes but he thought we were having sex as teenagers or something and even I couldn't pass that. And I don't blame him. I for sure am not letting our daughter sleep with some dick. " His voice comes out gravelly. His face thundering with caveats, his eyes dark.

I flush, he is thinking about children? Are we going to have kids together? They are definitely going to be like us. He looks at me as if he understands what's going inside my head, and he gives me his beautiful dimpled grin. " Our kids are going to be rockers, you know. "

I smile and shake my head at him.
Without thinking I pull out my underwear and he stops. His eyes goes down. I flush and try to stuff my legs into the pants. I struggle and try not to notice him inching closer towards me. My breath stops when he moves impossibly close towards me his fingers touching my thighs.

" Let me. "

I pathetically nod and leave my pants halfway to my hip. His hands move stealthily down and he drags the pants up. Goosebumps raise on my skin when his hands cups my ass and he bends down to kiss me on my thighs. My hands goes unethically to his hair when he kisses me under my thighs. " We need to..." I forget what I was going to say when his fingers touch me there. I groan when one fingers enter me. He rubs his thumb on my clit. I shake and he holds me straight. Two fingers entering me. His tongue fickles out and moves in a circle on my clit. While his two fingers move in the same rhythm inside me. He continues to move them together until my legs give in and I just know I am going to fall on the floor on my face. But somehow he holds me and continues his torture. His fingers thrust deep inside me and his tounge licks me at the most pleasure pace ever. I shudder with pleasure.

He continues to torment me until I shatter. I see stars inside my head. In a blur I see him standing up and feel him closing my pants up. I am still breathing fast when he looks me in the eye. His eyes black with desire. I open my mouth and nothing comes out.... He inches towards me and my eyes bulge out when he kisses me on my mouth. His tounge entering my mouth and I taste myself on him. I groan and kiss him deep. He bites my tongue and somehow we both end up on the bed until the phone rings and we both jump again. We both groan when we realise our parents are waiting for us.

Kiyansh sighs and tosses the phone on the table. He is breathing fast when he says " Just turn around and change. I won't be able to stop if I look at you naked again. "

My eyes without my own accord fall down and I look at his bulging pants. I gulp when I realise we were both going to have sex again if it weren't for the phone stopping us. What they must be thinking. Oh God.

Kiyansh seems to understand my panicked look, he comes slowly towards me. And touches my face. " You look so beautiful. We are okay. You don't have to be ashamed of anything. They'll understand. Okay? "

I nod in a daze.

We both get changed into normal clothes in no time. And head downstairs. I still continue to feel like a guilty teenager. While Kiyansh has that impassive face which don't give any emotions at all. Except his eyes soften when he sees me sweating. He holds my hand and clasps softly into his.

We enter the living room and get four incredulous faces look upto us at the same time. Blood rushes on my face, but the smile on my face is real. My dad seems to sit straighter his face almost like a tomato red. Nobody seems to know what to say, until Kiyansh says " Well you guys seem to be in a shock. Would you like to have a glass of water. "

My father chokes on air and my mother laughs winking at Kiyansh's mom who seems equally amused and unabashedly happy. While Kiyansh's dad sits straight like a statue though his flushed cheeks and escaping eyes seems to say something else.

Rabi Uncle passes everyone glasses of water and some juice to Kiyansh's dad. While Mikey sits in my mother's lap licking and nibbling her hands. " He is definitely thanking you for giving birth to Shanvi. " Kiyansh smiles from beside me and I look sideways at him.

" Are you crazy. Stop that. " I whisper clench my teeth.

" After years I get to say whatever the hell I want to say about you. Do you think anyone can stop me? " He looks me straight in the eyes and then to my horror bends down and kisses me straight on the lips. I hear a choking sound and this time I see my father seriously choking on the glass of water that he was drinking from. He coughs and my mother pats him on the back, her eyes glittering with evil laughter.

While Kiyansh's mom looks like she is going to swoon from the love seat she is seating on.

" It's okay Darling, you will get used to it." My father looks at my mom as if she had broken his favourite porcelain mug he so loves to have coffee on and told him to stuff it up. While my mom smiles wickedly at Kiyansh who grins back.

Kiyansh takes my hand and drags me to the couch on the right of our parents. I try to sit a little afar from him. He doesn't take the hint and completely evades my personal space by dragging me near him.
" You surprised us. " He says amusingly, holding me by arm wrapping his arm around my waist.

" Oh well. " His mom clears her throat. " There were just some fun things we missed last night. We thought we would complete that and ....we wanted to...also see how you both were doing because you both seemed off yesterday. Now we get it you must be tired. "

I think about yesterday and turn stiff. Kiyansh holds me even more closer towards him. " No, we are okay. There were just some things, but we both sought it out. " Kiyansh looks towards me and I understand, he tells me with his soft beautiful eyes that it's upto me. Upto me to tell them the truth or not. Upto me to decide. My heart clenches and I give him a smile. I move forward and to my own shock peck him on the cheeks. To hell with hiding. It does feel good, he was right. He gives me his dimpled smile. And I am sure we both must look like that idiotic mushy teenagers that can't stop giving those gooey eyes.

I take a tentative breath and then decide it's never better to hide things from the ones you love. I look towards Kiyansh for support and he seems to understand. He gives me an encouraging smile.

" So we wanted to tell you something. What happened was....."

One by one with deep breath. I tell them almost all of the story except holding out some parts such as the drinking or Nishkarsh part or some really really private parts. Kiyansh participates and tells them some things too. They all listen and till the time we are finished our mothers end up crying and making whimpering noises. Mikey behaves like he understands too for he has jumped across the couch to Kiyansh's and my side.

" Oh my god. You both should have told us. And we both held you in that party instead of asking you what was wrong.. we are so sorry. " Kiyansh's mom chides up.

" You both are....we should have gotten them married when they were kids it would have been better. Like evil parents. " To my shock it's my father saying those words. My mouth is ridiculously opened.

" Yeah don't look so shocked. We wouldn't have let you both get married to anyone else. We all four knew how pathetic you were without each other. He scared everyone in the office when you went to London. Even if he was just an intern. "

" We all knew you were just made for each other. " My mother smirked. " Now I am hungry. Stop clinging to each other and make us some food. No, no Rabi you sit. " She says when Rabi Uncle gets up to cook. " You both now make something special for us. I smell some pasta sauce. My holy eyes, my innocent stomach, for the love of God my whole body deserves your welcome after seeing you both like that. "

Kiyansh grins up at her. " Pasta on the way it is belle. " My mom blushes and waves her hand at him. I roll my eyes but can't stop the grin on my face even when he flirts with my mom.

And in that moment I decide, I have everything in my life I could ever ask for. And no matter what, I am not letting it ever go.

This is to us. ❤️