"Naina! Kahan ho jaaneman?" Sameer spoke as he entered his-correction-their room. The afternoon wind had made him slick and sweaty as he had laboured with the bags of groceries in his hands. And now all he wanted was to persuade his newly-wedded wife into taking a shower with him.

Naina blushed a fresh new shade of sumptuous peaches at the endearment."Yahan hoon" She said from behind the closet door that hid her from his ever-desiring eyes. "Lekin tum mat aana." She spoke in a tiny voice.

"Kyon na aaun? Aasa kya kar rahi hai meri biwi?" He spoke, a stealthy slyness rung in his tone. And she knew before she could see his feet nearing that he was obviously not going to listen to her.

"Mai woh..Sameer jao na aur paanch minute ke baad aao." She spoke, retreating more into the nook of the closet.

"Pehle batao kyon. Agar tum kapde badal rahi ho toh mai bilkul bhi nahi jaunga. Kal raat ke baad mujhse kya parda, Mrs. Maheshwari?" He said, nearing slowly to the wardrobe door, his eyes eager to drink in her sight even as his mouth watered to taste her floral deliciousness again.

"Sameer tum bahut besharam hogaye ho. Mai kapde nahi badal rahi..woh maine pehli baar perfume lagaya hai lekin woh bahut strong hai and I need to shower again." She spoke, her voice small. And that was it. Sameer had closed the closet door and pulled her into his arms quicker than Naina could say his name.

"Pehli baat, aaj se hum sab kuch saath karenge chahe woh shower hi kyun na ho." He spoke and waited for the scarlet tint to cover her porcelain cheeks. She lightly chuckled, looked down and hit a shy punch to his gut.

"Dusri baat, tumne perfume lagaya hai?" He asked, not waiting for her response his nose dove into the nape of her neck. He drew in a deep breath, his nose brushing against her skin causing tickles to fracture her heartbeat.

It was something different. Very unlike the sweet subtle scent that always seemed to linger on his Naina. This scent was spicy, heavy and overwhelming. A fusion of floral fuchsias and intoxicating poppies. It was mature, adult, tempting, and insanely seductive. And it lingered to the curve of her neck like the scent of a freshly blossomed rose. It stroked a heated inflammation in his gut.

"Don't you dare wash this off."

He spoke in a husky tone as his hands grasped her waist with an urgent roughness, drawing her nape closer to his nose. The spicy scent mixed in with the rose scent of her shampoo and he groaned with apprehensive hunger. This scent was definitely an aphrodisiac and it clinging to her delectable body did something so primal to him that it shook him inside out. His mouth was nibbling and sucking at her skin before he became conscious of it. Sensitising her skin, his lips assaulted at her nape, one moment gently kissing her and the next moment roughly marring it with his teeth.

"Ahh.." Naina moaned as her hands held onto his ballooning biceps with a new urgency. Her husband's new shade was awakening a storm deep inside of her. It thundered in her belly and its shocks rippled through to the curled ends of her toes.

His hands traced a path up her back, taking along with it the fabric of her loosely tucked red saree till he reached the open cut of her blouse. Also very unlike her, it hung deep on her back and his fingers curiously tip toed across her exposed hot skin.

"Gosh Naina, itna deep neck. Aaj kitne surprises dogi tum mujhe? Ab samjha ki tumne muhe bed se subah subah bahar kyon fek diya tha grocery shopping karne." He spoke, his voice vibrating against her skin, causing a tide of gushing vibrations to melt over Naina.

"Subah? Sameer 11 baj gaye the aur tum mujhe chodne ka naam hi nahi le rahe the." She spoke as a protest but her quavering voice gave away the erotic fantasies wrangling through her mind.

"Madam, ab aadat daal lo tum. Ab mai tumhare pati hoon, poori zindagi aise hi tumhe pakad kar rakhunga aur chodunga nahi. Waise bhi Naina hum poori raat soye nahi the toh woh subah hi huyi." He spoke, the casual address of his remark overshadowed by the hoarse undertones as his fingers set to opening the strings of her blouse. There were no hooks or zips that stole away her back under cloth, just strings lining her beautiful warm skin that he undid with a fling of his wrist.

"Aur isme galti kiski hai ki hum poori raat nahi soye?" She asked, her eyes glittering with multifarious shades of mischief, innocence and something new. Something he had never seen before: inane desire. Her many shades caught him off guard and embroiled within the heated hurricane her many scents had awakened within him.

"Galti tumhari hi hai, uss dulhan ke jode mein tum itni sundar lag rahi thi ki tumne mere hosh hi uda diye the. Aur phir maine jo tumhare karnaame dekhe unse ab tak mera dil nahi bhara hai." He whispered in her ear, biting and kissing her ear lobe.

"Mr. Husband, tumhara kuch nahi ho sakta." She spoke and it caught them both off guard. This was the first time she had addressed him as 'husband' and this new change caused both their hearts to flutter anew.

"Phirse bolo."

"Mr. Husband" she said, blushing deep shades of scarlet under his hungry love-filled gaze. Before she could fathom what had happened, he had her pinned to the wardrobe, his manhood fitting against the gentle sloping curve between her legs. His mouth gently kissed the corner of hers in a teasing kiss.

"Jaaneman, you have no idea what you do to me." He spoke, his hand sliding deftly into her pallu, twisting it around his shapely palm. The slowness of it merging with the intensity of his gaze made Naina clench her thighs with wet want. The move caused their pelvises to brush against each other, setting them on.

Sameer smirked with the effect he had on her and set his other hand on the soft curve of her waist, his fingers lightly stroking her skin.

"Kya hua, jaaneman?" He said, dragging out the endearment; arousing her to newly undiscovered peaks.

"Sameer..tum mujhe.." "Haan jaaneman, mai abhi tumhe aise pyar karunga ki tum kal subah tak bed se nikal nahi paogi." He said, his hand clutching her waist grabbed her tight and kissed her lips. Their mouths melted against each other, his dominating tongue relished the sweet taste that lingered over her; sweet as honey and strong as whiskey.

His one hand flung off her rustling pallu and the other traced the curves of her body before finding its shape at her hip.

Her nails biting into his biceps, she kissed him back like a ravenous starved soul.

Damn, he swore he could see stars.

"Gosh jaaneman, you are driving me insane. Come here" He spoke into her hungry relentless mouth, his hands now cupping her hip as he pulled her up, onto him; her legs encasing his waist as they rapidly pulled at each other's clothes.

Naina sighed as an overarching desire gripped her core. Her mouth heated, fraught with the incandescent taste of a ripe sweetness. His lips moulded against hers, his tongue retreating and relenting; burning her hot and cold. Teasing her till her fingers fluttered onto the satin bedsheet with the sickle sweetness of pleasure.

A moan escaped her mouth as his fingers lightly brushed over her sternum trying to somehow discard the remaining tricky strings of the blouse tied in a v at the front.

"Mr. Sameer Maheshwari the business tycoon se ek mamuli sa blouse nahi khola jaa raha hai." She sassed into his mouth, the ripples of her laughter causing a delicious stir to be evoked on his tongue.

"God you drive me mad, Mrs. Maheshwari." He said with a severe teasing glint. Butterflies shook her core as his hand moved downward, his fingers slyly brushing over her bare waist and dipping into her loosened petticoat. Her teeth bit at the corner of his lower lip as his hand gently stroked the warm spot. His masterful fingers exploring its wet feminine warmth.

"Ahh.." she moaned, her arms latching onto his neck pulling his body tightly over hers. The rugged contours of his bare chest poked at her soft liquid curves.

"Oh you like that huh.." he teased, his lips once again finding hers. This time set in for a game of cat and mouse, he lightly pecked at the corner of her sweet lips as his fingers deeply explored the molten crevices of her being, stroking the bud that bloomed into a flower under his hand; dripping with what he could assume was a saccharine nectar. He was suddenly thirsty to try new forbidding tastes.

"Sameerrr.." she purred as her lips urgently bit onto his, teasing them into opening. He laughed hoarsely and planted a small peck on her lips before withdrawing his mouth.

"You are such a tease, bholuram." She whined till she realised that she had just made things harder for herself.

"Bholuram huh? Ab tum dekho Naina, tumhara yeh bholuram kya kar sakta hai." He spoke, his voice hoarse with huskiness. Rough, aroused and rugged; his voice alone could make her come.

His fingers withdrew and then once again thrusted into her while his lips found their shelter in the crook of her neck. His nose breathing in the perfume. The strong scent which had started this game of chase and play.

"Oof tumhe yeh perfume nahi lagana chahiye tha Naina. Its so different, so so.." He whispered in between the multiple bites left on her skin in a bid to expose her shoulder "sexy."

The word trembled in the heated air between them. His eyes drinking in the sight of her under him. Her body half naked; her red saree disposed off and thrown god knows where. Her hair mussed and falling in gentle mossy waves on the pillow; the red of her lips smudged onto her cheeks with the way his hungry lips had danced a battle on hers. Her brown eyes dilated with undisguised pleasure. Never had his Naina looked so divinely beautiful and tempting. Not even yesterday when they had first made love; it had been different, busy in just rapidly exploring the unknown. In the biting afternoon sunlight, he could see that his newly wedded wife would be his undoing; his death.

Creams and roses painted her cheeks as Naina read the insatiable desire in her husband's eyes. She had never realised that she could be a temptress or feel this kind of pleasure in her life. It unfolded in layers, tussling over her body as it gripped her core making her convulse with a new overwhelming ache.

"Yeh mujhe tumne hi toh gift kiya tha aaj subah." She spoke, her voice sounding so alien and driven to her own ears. Somehow between last night and this afternoon, Naina had crossed a million stages to this woman she felt right now. A woman who wanted to be loved this way, who was nervous at her raw edges and yet reveled in this new-found togetherness.

And her love for Sameer too had crossed oceans in the space of a few hours. She felt closer to him than before, felt completed by his being; their pleasure had tethered their bodies to each other at an undefinable elemental level. She loved him more than she had a day ago, she wanted him more than she had an hour ago and she found him more erotic than she had a minute ago.

Like the perfume, she was ripening into a sexier, newer, bolder version of herself. Her last thought before his tongue started playing with her blossoming femininity had been that she was no longer Naina Aggarwal.

She had truly become Naina Sameer Maheshwari.

"Ahhh..." and then it was lights out. 

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