40. kala ho tum, ek jeeti jaagti kala. (You're an art, an alive and breathing art.)

warning// sexual content ahead.

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For the last few weeks, I had been fighting an internal battle. I couldn't go to back being normal with her no matter how hard I tried. I snapped, ignored, avoided, and basically acted like a certified douche towards her. I was hurt, hurt beyond belief, but that gave me no right to treat her the way I did. What stung me the most was the fact that the one person I strived to be perfect in the eyes of, must have deemed me nothing less than a loser. The feeling of being unwanted by your wife, to the extent that she was ignoring you, honestly shoved me so deep down into the insecurities I couldn't find a way to crawl back to the surface.

I needed time alone, but then I realised running away is no more an option. I have married her, and vowed to stay by her side for the rest of my life, through thick and thin. She is my responsibility, and there are many things Aditya Shrivastava is incapable of, but abandoning his responsibilities isn't one of them.

The time I sulked in my own pitiful cocoon, I blamed her for everything. For hiding things from me, for lying to me, for not telling me the truth every time I gave her a chance, a choice, and for making a fool out of me. She may not have thought it the way I did, there's no way she did, I know, but I couldn't help the feeling. I felt incompetent and lacked, and I found her easier to blame since she was the perpetrator.

What I missed was that she suffered just as much as me if not more. First, she had to suffer the agony of painful sex, then lie to me for my sake, and then live under the constant stress of not only going through all that over again but also the fear of getting caught and hurting me in the process. I don't condone what she did, but I can understand her.

The text message was the last straw.

I had been missing her badly. When mom told me she won't come home for another week, it struck me how habitual I've grown of her. I need her around, just to look at her if not share any verbal responses. I realised I was starting to take her for granted, and it made me feel like an asshole. She is so devoted to me, so kind, so giving, that I forgot she is just a human, and she has her limits. Which I was afraid had been crossed. So when I called her, adamant again about not letting her hear the shakiness in my breath, I heaved a sigh of relief when I realised she hadn't really meant anything bad for not letting me know about her whereabouts. I was hurt though. The last person I had expected to know everything about my wife but me was my mom. Yet they had grown closer in the time we had drifted apart. It settled me, at least my mother was not as heartless as me to shun the new family member.

Reading her text that night, when half of the world was asleep, but she was awake, just as restless as me, had me smiling like a lovestruck puppy.

I had spent a week trying to gather enough courage to face her. I was practically counting hours by yesterday. When Preeti called me this morning, I made up an excuse to not sound desperate but had fretted for almost three hours on what to wear. Then my eyes had located the black suit and I remembered the way her eyes always lit up upon seeing me in it.

Today had been one of the hardest on me. I didn't know what to expect, so I was shaking in my boots on the way to her old house. Even the cab driver had asked if he should halt the car on the side of the road because I looked pale and sick and he was afraid I would spoil his seats. As embarrassing as it was, I would be ruining it for myself if I keep up with the overthinking. That had me swallowing another stress reliever just to get my nerves in check.

But Priya's response to my arrival was a pleasant surprise. She looked starstruck and I knew I had the suit to thank for it. Then she had walked up to me, timidly as always, with her hair going awry in all directions and her clothes smelling of dishwasher and spices. Not the best combination but watching her fiddle clumsily like a squirrel under my gaze made it all worth it. She didn't ever look like that back home, always making sure her hair was tangle-free and her saree draped sensually around her curves. The fact that she does all that for me when she could have been as comfortable as she is now made me feel a juxtaposition of wild emotions.

Not wanting to sound demanding when I had no right to, I had told her to don on something nice so I can take her out for a drive. But she had surprised me again when she came out wearing another one of her beautiful saree. She looked sexy enough to have me shift in my chair, pathetically adjusting my pants even though the thought of having sex with her brings back the fear of reminding both her and me what a failure I'm in the bed.

I can't believe I was so lost in my pleasure that I failed to see she wasn't enjoying it at all. In the beginning, I didn't hear her moans, whimpers yes, but not moans. Then suddenly one night she began moaning, but I paid half mind to the change because I was just so clouded with lust.

It's a shameful reminder, but I had been prioritising only myself in the bed. And that was not something I would have expected from myself. No, I was anything but inconsiderate. At least I had thought of myself that way. Yet, I had acted the opposite towards my own wife.

Coming here tonight was me making an effort to mend the broken. Up until now only, she had been trying, but I didn't want our marriage to be one-sided anymore. I hadn't thought of getting intimate with her, I knew I wasn't ready yet. The fear of failing was too high and too intense. But when she said she had never experienced an orgasm before, never known pleasure the way I did because of her, I felt selfish, hurt, and guilty. Hence, even though I wasn't ready yet, I knew I want her to feel the same pleasure that she made me feel.

Taking the advice from the doctor we had seen last month, I'd surfed the web for water-based lubes. During my mindless scrolling and hopping from one product to another, I'd landed on the line of sex toys. I immediately freaked out and exited the site, but the countless books I've read, and the numerous freaky scenes I had imagined performing with my partner one day had me logging back into the website and continuing my scrolling shamelessly.

I added countless things to the cart but bought only two. A bottle of lube and an 8.5-inch dildo vibrator since my original size falls in the same range when it's erect. I know I'm well endowed in that department. Unfortunately, I don't know how to use it so the vibrator enticed me. Maybe I'll be able to pleasure her with a clear, considerate head if it's not my length wrapped around her warmth.

I'm going to ease her into it with my fingers first. Then see if she is into using such things as much as I am. As I said, I'm a horny fucker with a freaky mind. I don't mind delving into the deeper, darker parts of the sex life, but I have to make sure Priya is on board with me. I don't want to scare her off.

No matter how much she wants me, her body is automatically going to recoil the moment things escalate between us. And I don't want to feel her body's rejection. I want to make sure she knows, and her body knows, that when we're getting intimate, it's going to be taken care of and she is going to feel just as much pleasure as me. Pain, even if a little bit, will not be a consequence anymore.

I was planning to introduce her to my ways later, maybe after a few weeks when we're both used to each other's proximity again. But I knew that wasn't needed. The way she had boldly brought my hand to her thigh was enough signal. And when she revealed her lack of experience regarding intimate pleasures, I knew that was my queue.

The car was parked outside the gates of our apartment building. I had gone home to get the things I had recently bought. I don't plan to use the toy tonight if I don't feel she is ready for it, but I definitely plan on using the lube, all of it if needed.

Priya's hunched back straightened when I opened the door and stepped inside. She gouged the paper bag in my hands and out of habit, I almost tossed it in her lap. But realising she has the curiosity level of a cat, I put it between my legs and started the car.

"What is it?" She asked curiously, reaching out to pick up the bag.

I slapped the approaching imposter away. "Nothing."

She snatched her hand back to her side, rubbing the back of it with her eyes narrowed on me. "Tell me, na!"

"You'll find out soon."

"I want to see it now," she reached out for the bag again.

"Priya," I said sternly.

She pulled back and slouched in her seat, arms crossed on her chest as she stared outside the window. I glanced at her, sighing in irritation. Fine, sulk.

"Why do you always want to know everything?" I asked after a moment of not being able to take her silence. I had gone a month without talking to her properly, the last thing I want is to have another beef between us.

"Why can't I know everything?" She countered.

"Because." I shrugged.

"And that's your reason?" She squinted her eyes.

"It's valid,"

"And you're delusional." She scoffed arrogantly.

"Uh huh, behave." I threw her a glance.

She suddenly began to fiddle with her watch, making me smile subtly. Who knew the woman who runs her own company and facilitates almost fifty-five employees likes being reprimanded.

We reached her house in an hour. Preeti was already home, loud music and the sound of a tap running in the kitchen let us know that.

"She must be washing dishes. Let me go and help," Priya tucked the end of her pallu in her underskirt, ready to work some more. I grabbed her elbow before she could take a step ahead. She looked at me over her shoulder, frowning cutely. "What?"

"Maybe I should take my leave then?" I suggested.

"No!" She whirled around to face me, closing the remaining distance between us. "Stay for the night. Please." She whispered, clutching the front of my shirt feebly in her fist.

I gripped the paper bag tighter. I wanted to but I don't think it's the right time. She must want to spend her last night with her sister, probably reminiscing old memories.

"Spend time with your sister," I held her chin gently, the pad of my thumb stroking beneath her lower lip.

She frowned, looking as if she wanted to say something.

"Oh, did you come to drop my Di off?" Preeti emerged from the shadows, wiping her hands to the hem of her top. My hand fell to my side. "Better run home, Jeej. Tonight she is mine." She slung an arm around Priya's shoulder.

Priya's eyes begged mine incessantly. It wasn't obvious, but between us it was. She wanted me to stay.

"Yeah," I smiled at Preeti, looking back at Priya tenderly. "I should leave now." I took a step back.

"I'll see him off,"

"He knows his way out," Preeti held her back, smirking at our predicament.

"Let me see him off until the door at least!" Priya grumbled, rushing up to me and gripping my hand in hers. Our fingers interlaced together and my eyes searched hers to lock. Preeti's snickers faded into the background as I let my wife accompany me to the doorstep. I stepped past the threshold while she stayed inside, our hands still connected like a bridge holding two ends, two sides, two worlds together.

"I missed you," I confessed, even though it was now time to part ways again. Thankfully, not for long this time.

She smiled slowly. "I missed you too,"

I had never felt such strong feelings for anyone before. But tonight, after a month-long restlessness, I wanted nothing more than to crush her in my arms and mould her sweet, delicate body against mine.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she said softly, raising knuckles to press a kiss there. My grip around her hand tightened in response. "Call me when you reach home, please."

"Yeah," I whispered, pulling free reluctantly.

She sighed and leaned against the doorjamb, waving sweetly at me.

I waved back. "Good night, little bird."

"Save that for your Tweety," she rolled her eyes but the blush on her face gave it away.

"You know you love my nicknames," I winked at her.

She chuckled, nodding resignedly. "Good night,"

I leaned in, taking her by surprise when I pressed a kiss on her cheek. She sucked in a deep breath as I lingered close to her longer than necessary, the tip of my nose brushing away the scattered tendrils on her face. "Sweet dreams," I whispered, trying to break free of the invisible clutches bounding me to her. She looked dazed with me so close to her, it made me smile. "Tomorrow." A promise in my tone.

She had no idea what I meant yet she nodded innocently. "Bye."

"Bye, meri jaan," I breathed out and pulled away, smiling at her one last time before making my way towards the elevator.

She watched me until the doors closed and I was no more in her sight.

I hired a cab back home. She insisted I take the car along with me but I knew she would need it for the office tomorrow. I didn't want to cause her any inconvenience. I was used to commuting by public transport, but she wasn't. I don't trust her alone in the public. There are all sorts of people ready to take your advantage and she may be this strong pillar that the world thinks twice before messing with but to me, she is always going to be delicate and dainty, I can't take the risk of letting her use the bus or trains and have creeps look at her weirdly.

Reaching home, Mom brought me a glass of water while I sat down in the living room.

"I thought you'll be staying there? Meghna told me you had come back to take some packet. I was at Chadda's house that time." She informed. "Is that it?" She eyed the brown bag beside my left thigh.

"Yeah," I said self-consciously, hiding the bag from her sight.

She didn't ask again about it.

"Accha sun na, (Alright, listen,)" I perked up at her tone, giving her my attention as I put down the empty glass of water on the table. "I tried every trick to get the girl's name out of his system but he just doesn't tell me. If he told you about him loving someone for seven years, he must have also told you her name, didn't he?"

"No." I lied.

"No?" She sat back disappointed. "How can I get him to tell me her name?" She mumbled to herself.

"Why do you want to know her name?" I asked aggravated. "It's not that she is going to leave her husband for your son. As much as you want to believe there's a line of girls waiting for your golden boy, not every woman wants him." My tone came out bitter.

She blinked at me stupified. "What's with that tone, Aditya? And I know she isn't going to leave her husband for Avinash, but is that the way to talk about your brother? It must hurt him so much to be in love with a woman who's already married to someone else. It's not a crime to want to know the woman who has your son dedicated to her for so many years when he's getting nothing in return."

I scowled. "And what about her husband? Don't you wonder how hard and complicated it must be for him to know someone has been in love with his wife for seven years and never plans on moving on? Your son is like a walking threat to their married life."

She frowned. "You mean her husband already knows about Avinash? That means you also-"

"No!" The lie sputtered out of me in panic. "I was just guessing. If he knows."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, sue me because I don't care about her husband. Neither do I care about her. I'm just curious and worried sick for my son. He can't be wasting his life behind a commited woman. Aren't you worried for your brother?" She demanded.

I would have been if it was not for my married life threatened by his presence.

"Mummy, look, it's your son at fault if he denies moving on from a woman who clearly doesn't give a damn about him." I shrugged.

"She must have acted as though she does. How else do you think she made Avinash fall for her? You know how he is. He never showed interest in romantic relationships."

I stopped myself from defending my wife. The old Priya would rather jump from a fifty-floored building than seduce a man.

"Oh c'mon, mom, stop pinning the blame on others. Your son is equal parts to blame if not more for staying hung up on a committed woman. That's just messed up on so many levels." I averred.

"Well, she wasn't married when I fell for her."

Our heads snapped back to the source of the voice. Bhai stood beside the wall with hurt etched on his face. Hurt at my words.

"But now she is, isn't she?" I bit back.

"I can't get rid of my feelings in a flash, Adi. I thought you will understand me after what I did for-" he halted abruptly.

Did what for me? Give up on the woman who's clearly not interested in him? Don't make me laugh.

"I'm trying." He finished in a soft voice.

"Well, you're not trying hard enough." I gritted out.

"Adi, don't be so rude to your elder brother!" Mom snapped.

"I'll move out." Bhai looked up at me. "I'll move to Delhi for a few years." He said sincerely, causing a pang to go through my chest. I suddenly felt guilty.

"No!" Mom rushed up to him. "You're not going anywhere!"

"Mom, please -"

"What is wrong with you, Adi!? I made a mistake asking you about her! Just go to your room, let me handle this before you pour more oil into the fire." She scolded harshly.

The guilt evaporated as the anger revived.

"Mom, no," Bhai whispered. "Stop shouting at him. I was thinking about moving out for a while now."

I rolled my eyes and got up to head to my room.

"If you're stubborn then I'm your mother. You want to move out, I'll come along." She stated without any hesitation.

I looked at her in surprise.

"An-And what about us?" I asked in a whisper.

"Tu toh waise bhi ghar chodne ka soch raha tha na? Toh tujhe kya farak pad raha hai? (You were thinking of moving out anyway, weren't you? Then why does it matter to you?)" She asked me bitterly.

True. So I don't know why it hurt so much. Maybe because I was second-guessing my decision after seeing the growing bond between Priya and Mom. However, it had reinforced when Bhai made a huge declaration of being in love with a committed woman and his plans of never moving on. I guess I'm nothing but a hypocrite. There's no point feeling hurt.

"Mom, stop." Bhai gritted out, looking at me apologetically. "Adi-"

My phone rang, breaking the thick tension in the room. I fished out my phone from the packet, my concern climbing floors when I saw Preeti's number flash on the screen.

"Hello, Preeti? Is everything okay? Is Priya okay?" I asked worriedly and Bhai stepped forward in urgency, looking at me with a panicked expression. Mom appeared confused.

"Yeah, don't worry she is." Preeti chuckled and I took a breath of relief. The two faces in front of me relaxed as well. "actually, Di was worrying you didn't call her since you promised you would after reaching home safe. She was waiting for your call for an hour now. I said you must have forgotten. And you know she can't call people on her own without making sure they are available. You didn't respond to the texts either. She almost had a heart attack."

I sighed with a smile. "Tell her I'm fine."

"You tell her yourself,"

A few seconds later, I heard a timid voice.

"Aditya,"

I looked at Bhai and mom, nodding at them as my retrieval out of the conversation. Walking away, I switched the phone to my other ear. "Bolo, meri jaan. (Yes, meri jaan)" I responded gently, opening the door to our bedroom and stepping inside.

"You didn't call me. I was so worried something bad- no, God forbid." She breathed in sharply.

"I'm absolutely fine, Priya. I was just talking to Mom and Bhai-"

"At this time? Is everything alright at home?"

I bit my lower lip. "Yeah, it always is."

"Something happened," she guessed right.

I swallowed thickly.

"You should have stayed the night."

I should have.

"It's okay, nothing that I'm not used to." I smiled mirthlessly.

"What happened?" She asked softly. "It was not because of me right? I'm not trying to make this about me, it's just I'd hate to be the reason of the rift between you and your family. I'm also getting along with your mom pretty well now. Is it because I stayed here for so long?"

"It's not because of you, Priya."

"Then?" She asked worriedly. "Did Meghna say something insensitive again? You know she doesn't mean half of the things she says. And she is immature. Don't put weight into her words."

"It's not Meghna either," I laid back on the bed.

"Then what happened?" She asked softly.

"Mom said something," I began hesitantly.

"What?"

"Just- just something that made me feel what I used to feel in my childhood."

"And that is?"

"Forgettable," I whispered, my voice thick with emotions. I had never confessed this to anyone. But Priya is my person, isn't she? I can tell it to her.

"You're anything but forgettable, Aditya. Ask me. I've spent each day in this last month yearning for the old you. You don't know how happy you made me today. You are anything but forgettable."

I swallowed thickly, turning to face the wall, the phone sandwiched between my ear and the bed. "Why did you choose me, Priya? I'm sure you have had many rich men asking you out when you became successful." I was seeking validation, I knew.

"I didn't have time." She answered.

Practical. Logical.

I was expecting something along the lines, because no man was you.

"Yeah," I sighed. "Money demands time."

"Hmm," she responded. "and I chose you because you wanted to marry me without any demands. You can say I was tired of catering to people's expectations."

"And you assumed I had none?"

"Nothing of the sorts other men had from me." She answered. "Your expectations are something I want to meet, their expectations were something they wanted me to meet."

I smiled. "Imagine if you had a richer, more handsome, and genuine man coming to you with a marriage proposal in hand before me, would you have accepted?"

"Yes." She stated without any hesitation.

My smile fell.

"I mean, I didn't know you existed four months ago. And I wanted to get married as soon as possible."

Wow, Bhai, you're dumb.

"Why are your answers so logical?"

"They shouldn't be?"

"No. They should be romantic!" I grumbled.

Priya chuckled. "Alright, here's a more romantic version. Now that I know you exist, how can I not choose you over everyone else?"

I blushed. God damnit this woman knows how to pull my strings.

"I need your book collection," I grinned, falling on my back.

"It's my husband, Mr. Shrivastava. My husband." She said with a teasing lilt.

"God damnit come back!" I demanded.

She giggled on the other side.

We talked until three am. Yeah, we are worse than teenagers. But I don't give a fuck.

The next day, I was at the office in time. Since the day I had fucked up the dates of beta launch of our new game, my boss had not only rejected the leave request but also told me I'm not getting any bonus this year and will be marked half day even if I'm a second later after nine. I knew I had to forget the promotion as well. Not that I'll be getting any unless someone nicer replaces him. I'm just counting days before his time is over in this office and he relocates somewhere else, preferably Satan's hell.

Two more months. Patience, Aditya. Then you can work in peace.

I was planning to submit another leave request in a few days time. He has to approve it then. I've already cleaned up after my mess and even installed all possible dependencies, saving a lot of our time and causing the dates of the final launch to move down in the schedule. But first I need to make sure with Priya our schedules match.

I couldn't wait to meet her. She was coming home this evening. I just hope she doesn't bury herself in household chores for the rest of the day. I wanted her for myself.

The day at the office was prolonged as usual. I was held back an hour extra, just because the testing team needed my assistance. That's not my work but I still had to help.

When I was finally able to go back home, I caught the last bus of the hour and sat on the empty seat. The travel home was spent in quiet midding.

When I made it home, Priya was sucked into the maze of kitchen chores. Disappointed but not surprised. After changing into casual clothes, I went to the kitchen under the pretense of getting a glass of water. She was with mom, the two busy in a conversation about some family function mom had attended years ago.

"And she gifted me this thin gold chain. Very thin. Probably only ten grams." Mom tsked, shaking her head. "When she was pregnant, I had bought her a pair of gold earrings. She still boasts about them to her relatives. Shameless."

Priya smiled awkwardly, humming in response before her eyes darted to me with longing.

I nodded out subtly.

She twisted her lips in helplessness.

"And not just that," Mom continued, causing her to force her gaze back on the woman.

I sighed in frustration. It's been a month since I haven't touched my wife. And I can't even have some alone time with her?

I sat with dad until dinner.

It was a strained event. Not for anyone else, but us. She should have worn casual clothes instead she was wearing a plain blue saree with gold borders. How can I not look at her?

My hand had a mind of its own, lingering close to her arm, sometimes brushing against her wrist whenever I reached to get something. I even moved my legs closer, causing our thighs to rub against each other. It was torture.

Priya stayed back to wash the dishes. I wanted to drag her to the bedroom but resisted.

She came an hour later, sparing a long glance at me before walking inside the bathroom to clean up for the night. I waited patiently, putting the book on the nightstand when the door of the bathroom opened.

The bed dipped on her side and I wasted no time in wrapping my arm around her waist, pulling her over my left thigh as our lips met with urgency. She melted right into me, her body slackening against mine like wax touching the heat. I ran my hands down her sides, our lips busy bruising each other. Then I squeezed her butt to get her lips open up to me so I can roam the inside of her mouth. She allowed me with a gasp, moaning indescribably in a voice that had me hardening in my pants.

But I wasn't going to make this night about me. It was about her. Her pleasure. And she was going to get it.

Lowering her on the bed beneath, I pulled away to look down at her. Her mounds heaved enticingly, lips swollen, wet, and red with all the biting and sucking. She opened her eyes, a haze of lust dancing in those pretty coffee brown pools.

"You trust me?" I asked softly.

"Yes," she answered almost immediately.

I nodded, getting off her to grab the lube and turn off the main lights. She watched me patiently. Putting the bottle of lube on the nightstand, I climbed back on the bed, staring at the nymph laying beneath the cascade of incandescent shining from the lamps.

And then my hands met her waist, moulding according to her curves, causing her to arch her back in response. I released the pleats of her saree, gently unwrapping my beautiful wife. She was a breathless mess by the time I was done, the long blue fabric tossed like a river beneath her figure as she laid clad in nothing but the low cleavage blouse and underskirt.

I never watched her this carefully. I always hurried into it, selfishly chasing my release.

But the more I stared at her tonight, the more I realised how much I was missing out on. One would kill to be in my spot right now, and yet I was too blind to taste the fruit with patience and gentleness.

"Aditya," her hand crawled on top of me, picking it up and bringing it to her bare stomach. I rubbed it gently, watching as she writhed with just a simple touch. My fingers drifted towards her blouse, deftly undoing the hooks. Her breasts spilled out just as the last barrier was released.

I removed my t-shirt, tossing it on the floor and diving in to taste her lips once again. They fell apart with a loud moan when I cupped her breasts, gently rolling the hardened nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Her feet rustled against the sheets restlessly, so reactive, so sensitive.

I left the warmth of her mouth, dragging open-mouthed kisses along the line of her jaw, down the curve of her beautiful neckline, and into the valley of her breasts. She sighed helplessly, her nails engraving little crescents into my skin. Then she tossed her head back when my mouth enveloped the brown bud, swirling my tongue along the round edge, sucking and tugging at it gently.

I had never done that before. I was afraid she would find it dirty. But seeing her reaction, maybe I should have stopped making assumptions.

I gave her left nipple the same attention and care, picking up on her littlest reactions so I knew what she liked most and what she didn't.

I was painfully hard in my pants, but I could care less about it. Giving her pleasure wasn't a task anymore, I enjoyed it more than I enjoyed the main action.

My mouth was back on hers whenever she demanded, sucking on her tongue, and lips, and dragging down to her neck the moment oxygen ripped us apart. I painted her brown skin with my marks, and bruises littered her cleavage and the top of her breasts.

Then I flipped her over, laying her on her stomach. The curve of her spine had been seducing me all night. It met the same fate as her cleavage, marked with my possession of her body. Gripping her jaw, I turned her head over her shoulder so I could kiss her. She moaned at every rough action of mine.

She faced me with desperation, wrapping her arms around my neck and sinking me into her soft body, unintentionally rubbing our chests together.

"Priya," I called out through harsh breaths, trying to keep my head straight as she kissed me on the jaw and neck. She hummed in response, too lost in the world of pleasure. "Hey there," I whispered, cupping her neck and bringing her attention to me. "Trust me, na?"

She nodded, "Yes"

I reached out to release the strings of her underskirt. She didn't stop me. Didn't recoil. But she did stiffen. It almost broke my heart.

She shimmied out of the skirt and then I helped her with the lace undies, revealing all of her to me. She was so wet I was shocked. It dribbled down her folds heavily. I looked at her in surprise.

"Ky-Kya hua? (Wh-What happened?)" She asked self-consciously, closing her legs from my view.

"Oh no, meri jaan." I smiled. "I don't think we need the lube anymore."

"Huh?"

I chuckled and leaned over to kiss her hard. My hand slid down her stomach, into the dip between her legs, and gently intruded her folds. Her legs fell apart with a sigh. "We're going to explore you, meri jaan, okay? Help me out, guide me if you need, and tell me if it's uncomfortable."

She nodded, eyes shut closed as I rubbed my fingers back and forth.

"Do you feel anything?"

"A throb," she whispered, blushing under my gaze.

"Where?" She held my wrist, leading my fingers a little above where I was rubbing her. I gently nudged around a bit, separating the thick folds and accidentally sliding my finger over a pea-sized tip.

Priya's answering moans faded my questions into nothingness.

I stimulated her clit gently, rubbing and tugging at it, she could not stop moaning at all. I was mesmerized. There were no inhibitions or shame left in her, the always so timid and bashful Priya seem to have disappeared, bringing out someone who could only be defined by lust and desire.

And to think I was having sex with a mannequin in the past month.

I continued rubbing her clit with my thumb as I eased a digit into her slowly.

"Aditya, please!" She begged, jerking her hips to meet my thrusts, clinging to my shoulders as if her life depended on me. I answered her pleas by inserting another finger and curling the two to hit a spot that had her tossing her head back with a breathless moan. She was all covered in sweat, it glistened like melted diamonds on her skin. I added another finger, to fill her up more because even though I've long fingers, they are lean. She was overwhelmed and I loved it.

I watched her transfixed as a powerful orgasm hit her, shattering the woman beneath me. She moaned and whimpered through it, not from the pain this time, but pleasure as it crashed through her in waves.

I swear I had never looked at a more beautiful sight than this in my life.

She came down from the high in a few seconds, my fingers still nestled snugly in her warmth.

I pulled them out and she watched bashfully as her essence dripped from the tips. I flicked a little on her lips and she winced but I swooped in and stole her mouth before it could produce any more sound. Her taste danced between our tongues.

"How was it?" I asked after pulling away from the breathless kiss.

She opened her eyes to look at me and smiled widely, sated and fed. "Amazing."

And this time, I had no qualms believing her.

Alright, this was hot. Probably one of the best smut I've ever wrote and they didn't even do the main action.

Also, this will be a little disappointing but the updates will be random for the next ten, maybe twenty days. I'll try to update as much as I can. Just understand when I couldn't.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Don't forget to vote and comment.