You're the shadow that haunts my every step,
The darkness that devours my soul's last breath.
In your love, I find my darkest peace,
With you, I am forever trapped in this eternal release..

He gently laid me down on the bed, his body hovering over mine. His dark, smoldering eyes locked onto mine, pulling me into a world where nothing else mattered but us.

He captured my lips again, the kiss deep and consuming, as if he was claiming every part of me. His hands caressed my sides, his touch igniting a fire beneath my skin. Slowly, his lips moved from mine, trailing kisses down my jawline to my cheeks, lingering at my cheekbones before venturing lower.

I shivered as his warm breath met the sensitive skin of my neck. He pressed soft, wet kisses there, his lips exploring every inch as he nudged my blouse strap off my shoulder. My breath hitched when his kisses grew more intense, traveling further down to my collarbone, then lower still.

I didn't realize when he unhooked my blouse with one swift motion while his lips continued to claim mine in kiss.

His hands moved with purpose, cupping my right breast gently yet firmly. A wave of surprise and shyness rushed over me, and I knew my flushed cheeks betrayed my emotions.

He paused for a moment, his eyes taking in the sight of me half-naked before him, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips as if he had just claimed his greatest victory.

The sensation of his lips against my sensitive skin made me arch instinctively, a moan spilling from my lips that I couldn't contain. His right hand kneaded my other breast, his touch firm yet gentle, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

A deep moan escaped my lips, echoing the unrestrained desire building between us. By now, my blouse had been discarded completely, leaving me vulnerable yet exhilarated under his touch.

His movements were possessive, his lips and hands exploring as though he had been starving for years, and I was the feast he could finally indulge in.

His hands trailed lower, releasing me from the confines of my saree as his lips continued their journey across my neck, leaving fiery marks of possession. His fingers traced my thighs, sending shivers coursing through me, and I felt his teeth graze my skin, marking me as his.

His hands circled my core, teasing me with a newfound sensation that left me trembling.

My hand instinctively moved to his back, my nails digging into the hard planes of his muscles, while my other hand tangled in his hair, catching the intoxicating scent of him.

The sound of our heavy breaths filled the room, echoing the tension between us. When he slipped one finger inside me, a gasp escaped my lips, the pain sharp but fleeting. He leaned closer, whispering against my ear, " So fucking tight."

Despite the ache, I didn't want to show weakness. "I'm still angry with you," I replied breathlessly, my pride struggling to keep up with my desire.

He smirked, his voice low and teasing as he said, "I'm sincerely apologizing, jaan," while sliding in a second finger.

My body arched against him, a loud moan breaking free as the dual sensations overwhelmed me. His lips claimed mine again, his kiss urgent and consuming, while his hand kneaded my breast with firm but gentle strokes.

Pulling back, he sat up slightly, and my eyes locked on him. There he was-broad shoulders, perfectly sculpted muscles, messy hair, and a few lipstick smudges from our heated kisses.

My eyes wandered to the faint scratch marks I'd left on his skin, marks of our intensity. I couldn't help but stare at the man in front of me, half-naked and entirely mine.

He smirked, noticing my gaze, and said, "Done eye fucking me, jaan?"

I struggled to find my voice, my lips parting but no words coming out. His hands moved to his waistband, and he slid his trousers down, freeing himself. My breath hitched, my eyes widening at the sight before me. I didn't imagined it..it was b.. big or no..no..it was huge!

He chuckled at my expression, his tone playful yet dark as he said, "My buddy is so eager to be inside you."

Panicked and overwhelmed, I stammered, "I...I can't take it, Rudransh."

He cupped my cheek, his eyes locking with mine. "Shh, jaan," he soothed, his voice a husky promise. "You can. Take it like good girl you are."

A sharp pain coursed through me as he entered, and tears slipped from the corners of my eyes. My body tensed, and he stilled immediately, his forehead pressing against mine as his hand wiped away the tears. "Just a moment, jaan," he whispered, his voice soothing. "It'll be alright. I promise."

He began moving slowly, pulling in and out in a gentle rhythm that eased the ache. Gradually, the pain melted away, replaced by a wave of pleasure so intense that it left me gasping. His hands roamed my thighs, massaging them in ways that sent electric jolts through my entire body.

A soft moan escaped my lips, growing louder as his pace increased. My hands clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I arched beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensations.

He leaned down, his lips grazing my ear. "Say my name, biwi," he commanded, his voice rough and filled with desire.

"Ahh...Ru...Rudransh," I moaned, barely able to form words.

He thrust harder, his movements deliberate and intoxicating. "No," he growled. "My full name."

"Ru...Rudransh Tanwar," I gasped, my voice trembling with pleasure as he hit a spot that sent me spiraling closer to the edge.

He shook his head, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he thrust deeper, his pace relentless. "No, jaan. My full name."

I could barely think, my body consumed by the intensity of the moment. But I found the words, moaning louder, "Rudransh Vanya Tanwar!"

His eyes burned into mine, his movements stilling for just a second as he leaned down, his lips brushing against my temple. "Yes," he whispered, his voice filled with raw emotion.

"I'm incomplete without you, biwi. You're killings me like poison and giving me reason to live too."

His words will be reason of my demise someday. He began moving again, his thrusts more powerful, as if trying to claim every part of me. My body trembled as I hit my peak, a cry escaping my lips as waves of pleasure washed over me.

He followed seconds later, his grip on me tightening as he buried himself deep inside, his own release shaking him to his core.

Panting, he kissed my forehead, then my cheeks, and finally, he trailed his lips down to my breasts before resting his head against my chest. His hand caressed my belly, and he kissed my navel with reverence. " I can't live without you," he murmured, his voice soft and possessive. "And living with you is also punishment." 

I was in pain and also smiling hard at same time. I was completely undone. My hair was a tangled mess, lipstick smeared and my clothes disheveled, now scattered somewhere on the floor. I lay naked, exposed, and vulnerable in front of the most handsome man I had ever known.

Yet, my hubby still looked effortlessly divine, like a Greek god sculpted to perfection.

Heat flushed my cheeks as embarrassment started to creep in. I instinctively tried to cover myself, but he caught my hand gently, his dark eyes softening as they locked onto mine. "Don't," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Vanya."

The sincerity in his voice made my heart swell, and the warmth of his words melted away my unease. He leaned forward, placing a tender kiss on my forehead, his lips lingering as if sealing his words.

Pulling me close, he laid beside me, his strong arms wrapping protectively around my body. I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat-a sound that brought me an unexpected sense of peace and his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.

Exhaustion from the intensity of the night began to take over, and my eyelids grew heavy. His warmth, his scent, and the safety of his embrace lulled me into a serene slumber.

In his arms, I wasn't just his wife. I was his, completely.

"App hamari wajood ki wajah ho rani sa"

For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt truly content.