-: Arnav :-

Twisting the keys in the lock, I clicked open the door and prowled inside my home, my head dizzy, greatly disturbed at what I did this evening and a few minutes ago. Their terrified screams were still ringing in my head, as I looked down on my white shirt, sprinkles of blood patched on them.

I eyed my hands, the stain of blood still not gone from them, a heavy lump choking my throat. Violence and bloodshed wasn't my forte. But if it wasn't me, Shamrat would have been much more brutal with them. I did them a favor by giving a quicker and less painful death.

"Hey, you are late." Leila's gentle voice broke my daze as I looked up at the figure infront of the hallway door. The dim yellow light was casting a warm shade on her face, making her look pulchritudinous.

Sometimes, I wished an angel like her should have never came in my life. A man so twisted and with so many flaws, I was not what she deserved. She was kind hearted and loving, unlike me. I killed three people today, just because they looked at Rajeshri bhabi in the wrong way.

But God, Leila was everything I needed.

She stopped dead on her tracks, a silent gasp breaking out of her lips, her eyes widening  in horror at my sight.

"Wha ... what happened?" Her voice shivered, as she took small and shaky steps towards me. The adrenaline in my veins was still not down, so I stepped back, holding out my hand.

"Stay back, I don't want to hurt you," I gravelled, my voice harsh even to my own ears. Leila's browns drew in, her lips parting as she shook her head. She was never the one who listened to me, at the times I desperately needed her to.

Disobeying my order, she tettered towards me and halted in front of me, her beautiful hazel eyes roving over my face and my chest. Holding out her hand, she gently pressed it to my chest over the blood spots only to sigh in relief, at the fact that they weren't mine, her eyes snapping up to look at me.

"Come on, Let's get you cleaned up."

How could she not be disgusted at the sight of her husband, covered in another man's blood? How could she still remain so clear headed, when I was going nuts over my thoughts.

Killing a man wasn't what scared me. It was the blood.

Red ... it was a dangerous color. Blood was spilled, lives were lost, everything I held on dear to was gone ... just within a minute.

"Arnav." My daze broke at Leila's voice as I let her intertwin our fingers. She dragged me down to the washroom, peeling the shirt off my body.

I gulped down, my senses numb and I looked away from her, to avoid the abhor that must have been visible on her face.

Discarding whatever clothes was left on my body, she turned the shower knob as water sprinkled down upon us, Leila only in a mid thigh length black camisole. The water turned pink within a second, rushing down the drain.

Squeezing out some shower gel on a loofah, she rubbed it to create some foam and glided it down the front part of my body, getting rid of the stubborn ruddy traces.

Pushing back my hair from my eyes, I gazed at her as water trickled down my face, her eyes compassionate and full of understanding.

She was cleaning blood off her husband's body and was not freaking out. Had I turned her twisted like me?

After cleaning the suds away, she passed me a towel, and discarded the only fabric which was shildeing her body from my naked eyes.

Her tanned skin glowed as water droplets ran down her neck. This was a huge mistake. Those light brown nipples peaked as she shivered and patted her body with a towel, wrapping it around her frame.

Throwing my towel away, I hoisted her up my arms and she gasped as I carried her down the hallway, straight into our bedroom, a hint of panic appearing on her face before it disappeared.

"You should have just stayed away when I warned you too." I voiced out, my tone thick as I laid her down the bed and climbed on to it. Shaking her head, she unwrapped her towel as I shook my head, flashing a silent warning through my eyes.

"You don't scare me," she whispered, holding out her hand and I shuddered out a breath.

"Last time I did." And I had been regretting it since that day.

"Last time I was unprepared." Leila wrapped her hands around my neck, and sat on my lap, my groin touching her hips as I sharply breathed in.

"And this time, you were prepared? To see your husband masked in blood of someone else's?" I growled, angry at her unbothered reactions to me. Wasn't she shook up?

"I wasn't prepared for this, but I know that it was not someone innocent. You would never hurt someone who doesn't deserve to."

Her soothing voice untied a knot in my heart as I greedily wafted in her scent, burying my face in her neck, tightening my arms around her figure.

This was the reason I was so obsessed with her. She understood me like no one ever did, and loved even the askew parts of me.

Leila wiggled her butts slightly to indicate her intentions, but that wasn't happening today. Last time still haunted me.

Shaking my head, I pulled my face out of her neck to gaze at her hazel eyes. They were so beautiful that I often found myself lost in them. But today, I couldn't afford that.

"No, not today Leila. I am still not in my right state of mind and angry sex is not what we're having."

She jutted out her lips, pulling me down by my nape to kiss me when I turned away my face. She sighed on my cheeks and mumbled, "What's wrong with angry sex?"

Was she seriously asking that? I clicked my tongue and looked down between us. Blood had rushed down my manhood and she was definitely dripping with the way she was rubbing her pussy against my knee.

"I don't want to repeat what happened last time."

"But I enjoyed it last time. I came atleast 4 times," she whined.

"I hurted you too Leila, if you don't remember. You couldn't walk for three days straight. Sorry to disappoint you, but I am not doing that to you anymore. One time was more than enough."

"But ... " A complain was on the tip of her tongue, when I sprawled down on the bed, her body drapped over me.

"I just want to hold you, until this barbarian inside me calms down." Tightening my arms around her shoulders, I rasped, breathing in her smell.

Sighing out in defeat, she complied. "Okay."

*******

My eyes snapped opened at the ringing of my phone in the silence of the dark night. Leila stirred over me, a groan breaking out of her throat.

"Who is it?" she mumbled incoherently as I eyed the clock. 2:52 am. Definitely none other than Shamrat would call me at this time.

"Shh, go back to sleep." I rolled us over and gently put her on the bed, covering her naked body with a blanket.

Swinging my legs off the bed, I grabbed a boxer and pulled it up my loins, grabbing the phone.

"Arnav speaking."

It was silent on the other side, as I patiently waited for him to start talking.

"Regarding Rajeshri ... thank you for dropping her off at the mansion."

Deciding not to beat around the bush, I straightway came to the point, he was indirectly asking me, "She was returning from her father's home when three goons attacked her ... "

"They did wha ... !" His voice thundered over the call but I cut him off.

"Relax, they are dead."

"Good job, I owe you one," he huffed.

I rolled my eyes in exasperation. "You owe me many."

He chuckled out wryly and I decided to stay mute, not in mood to say anything else. Shamrat wasn't a man who could ask for an apology.

"I want you at the office tomorrow, sharp at 9 am. Good night." And the line went dead. I scoffed at his statement. This was his odd way of saying 'I was wrong, forgive me'.

Well, something was better than nothing.

*******

-: SHAMRAT :-

Discarding my phone on the nightstand, I stretched my muscles and cracked my knuckles. Sleep was nowhere near me, as my eyes glided towards the silhouette of the most beautiful woman, who was lying on my bed.

My wife, Rajeshri ... mine.

Her naked shoulders rose and dropped as she breathed in and out, delicately. Even in sleep she knew how to make my breath hitch with her elegance. I sauntered towards her, and sat down on the bed, my eyes trailing down her every feature.

Those beautiful eyelashes which were fanning over her blushed cheeks, was tempting me to kiss them again. Her body was still not down from the passion of the night as her cheeks and neck was coated with a thin layer of blush, along with all the hickeys I had left on them.

A smirk crepped up my lips. She would die out of embarrassment tomorrow morning, when she would see all of them.

But for now, I wanted to bask in her presence. So without wasting a single more second, I slided into the blanket, wrapping my arms around her ribs, just below her breast.

This night was probably the first time in my life I had considered going so slow. The reason, obvious, to make her feel comfortable with me. If I had fucked her, like the way I intended to, she would have passed out in pain. But now that I had popped her cherry, I had no intentions to stop.

Snuggling my face into her neck, I left soft kisses on her flesh. She was a drug I didn't mind getting addicted to.

But a dopey feeling was continuously nagging me at the back of my head too, from the second I had taken her on my bed.

Why was she so eager to have sex today? Why so suddenly? Especially after her disappearance? What had her baba told her that the girl, who was detesting my mere presence a few weeks back, coaxed me into having sex with her today.

I needed all this answers, but maybe not for a few days. She was an intoxication, and after today, not having her every minute of the day would be difficult.

The emotions I had experienced tonight, the passion I had felt from her, her sweet moans and her scratches on my back. I would definitely be demanding more of that Rajeshri from now onwards.

What I had hated about today was her tears. I had wanted to spare her the pain, but that wouldn't have been possible, anyhow. I had despised myself the moment she had cried out on pain. Maybe for the first time in my life, I had cursed my big size. She was inexplicably tight, which had made the whole process a lot more painful for her.

Shri stirred in my arms and turned around, nuzzling her face below my chin, her hot breaths fanning my collarbones. A smile creeped up my face at her natural instint to seek my warmth.

A lot has changed since we got married, from her hating my very existence, to playing pranks on me, from helping me in office works to finally consumating our marriage, it had turned much stronger and beautiful. Something I wished to cherish for the rest of my life, and strengthen our bond more.

*******

-: Rajeshri :-

Pain ...

Ever felt like staying immobile for the rest of your life, because moving any limb, even a single inch, ached like hell. That's what I was currently feeling. My limbs too heavy and muscles too cramped to move.

A groan left pass my lips, as I tried to cover my eyes from the harsh rays of the sun.  Who kept the windows open? A light breeze flowed into the room, making the windchime beside the window, tinkle.

As soon as I tried to turn my back on the scorching sunlight, I winced, pain shooting down my groin. I gently palmed my mons pubis, hissing at the movement.

Pushing down the pain, I attempted to sit up, trying to apply least pressure on my loin, as my vagina burned. Leaning my back on the headboard, I heaved a sigh, brushing away strands of hair from my face.

Why the hell was my body so much in pa ...

Before I could even ask myself that question, my hodded eyes snapped opened, widening like tennis ball as realization drawned upon me. Last night's incidents flashed in my head.

The dark room ...

Discarded clothes ...

Shamrat ji ...

Him holding me down ...

My moans and his groans ...

Mine ...

My belly fluttered and my heartbeats accelerated, warmth seeping into every pores of my body as I bit my lips, to control the blush that was already making it's way up my cheeks.

We finally did it. We consummated our marriage.

It was ... intense, exhilarating and inexplicably passionate. The acute soreness was definitely there, but I hadn't forgot how satisfied he had made me feel last night. My body, even though sore, was throbbing for him.

My eyes drifted to his side. The bed sheet was unkempt and wrinkled, obviously due to our last night activities. The way he made me quiver in pleasure at the mercy of his tongue and ... I quickly shook my head to discard any dirty thoughts. But the image of his manhood was still vivid in my head.

He was so big that I didn't even knew that a penis that big could exist. Now that I think about it, how did he fit inside me?

I shifted a little in the bed and the soreness reminded me again, why he wad so reluctant to push it all the way inside me hastily. Even during the peak hours of his desires, he didn't loose his rationality and was considerate towards me.

I sighed, a smile creeping up my lips as I groaned softly, face palming myself. I was gushing over my husband. He had definitely affected my head.

But where was he?

A twinge of disappointment soared in my heart. He should have been here, beside me. I was in so much pain, and he was one of the prime culprit. Well, he wasn't the only one. I equally wanted him last night, infact it was precisely me who had wanted to have sex with him last time, that's why we procedded.

Huffing an annoyed breathe, I pushed the duvet away, looking down at my body. There was light bruises on my inner thighs and calf muscles, also on my mounds. God! Was he trying to mark me or something?

The sound of trickling water rang in the washroom and realization drawned upon me. He was talking a shower. Well, given the fact that both of us had immensely sweated last night, it shouldn't be a surprise that he wanted to take a shower the first thing in the morning. I was stinking too.

Also, there definitely would have been blood on him. I cringed in disgust, realising that I was probably sitting on blood now.

The door to the washroom opened and I peered up to look at him, only to shriek in shock, quickly covering my eyes.

"Oh my God! Wear something!" I yelped, at the sight of morninghood, my ears turning hot in embarrassment.

"Why? It's nothing you haven't seen already? Who do I need to hide myself from?" Shamrat ji teased, his voice advancing at me as I felt the bed dipped beside me, his hot breath fanning the back of my hand.

"Still, that's not what I want to see the first thing in the morning!" I fussed, flabbergasted at his bluntness. How could he be that shamless to walk around our room naked!?

He scoffed, "That's not what you're moaning last night." My eyes widened as I swiftly took down my hand to glare at him, but the sight zipped my lips. The tiny trials of hair on his chest made me gulp as he treaded his fingers through my hair and pulled me towards him, our lips meeting and sparks erupted in my belly.

He pushed me down gently, our lips syncing against each other's, his tongue licking the seam of my lower lip. When I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, I pushed him slightly and he pulled away, letting me breathe. His lips however didn't stop wandering, as he laid hard kissed down my throat and the base of my ear.

He sucked on a particular spot on my jaw, and I gasped, goosebumbs pimping out on my skin.

"Mmm, discovering and teasing your sweet spot was one of the best things that happened last night."

I sighed as he pulled, my eyes dazed at it gazed at his very gorgeous and brooding face. His dark eyes twinkling in mischief as I rubbed my face on his chest.

"Didn't you shower?" I asked, as his skin didn't feel damp. The sweatiness had disappeared but the intoxicating manly odour it had left behind, made my toes curl as I wafted the musky smell.

"I didn't want to wash away your smell from my body. Let's go, you need a warm shower." Shamrat ji said in a husky voice, descending down from the bed, holding out his hand.

"I can walk!" I gasped, as he hoisted me up his arms in bridal style, and walked upto the washroom door.

"Why waste a perfectly good opportunity to carry my wife?"

I chuckled and my eyes drifted back to look at the bed. The smile vanished from my lips and my eyes widened when I didn't find any trace of blood on the peach colored bedsheet.

It was as clean as a white sheet of paper.

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