Bengal, Chatterjee House

Saudamini blinked her lashes open, her eyes feeling a bit hazy as she looked around after rubbing her eyes. The familiar scent of sandalwood was clouding her mind, when she slightly tilted her to find Anirban lying beside her with closed eyes and a soft smile on his lips. 

She was resting her head against his chest, while his one arm was snaked around her bare waist possessively. Blood rushed through her jaws instantly as she discovered herself like that, although her bosom was casually covered with her saree. She recalled how she snuggled with him after they allowed themselves to be consumed in their wildfire of desire.

Oh God!

It was indeed madness! 

What was happening to her? Why wasn't she able to stop herself from physically desiring him? Why did he have to be this addictive? The fact that he was making her feel so much that the thirst was only aggravating and she was just letting herself flow. Everytime he was unleashing something within her which she was unaware of. 

He was just so....

Saudamini gazed at his calm figure with half closed lashes; his wavy hairs falling across on one side of the pillow, his lips stretched up to a corner as he softly breathed, his face appearing so tranquil that no one could guess what he actually was while being awake. He had a typical boyish charm in his features which made him look slightly younger than his age, giving him an overall look of softness. 

She could clearly understand why women get attracted to him at the first place; he had a touch and tone of slight felinity within him, and his soft and charming aura was like a magnet to them. It was something no one can ignore; even Saudamini felt that rare sense of felinity he possessed in his touch when he was making love to her. It wasn't harsh, it wasn't that gentle also, it was just somewhere in between. 

And felinity within men was rare. 

But why? How did he develop that touch from? 

It can only happen if someone is too engrossed in taking care of a woman from a very young age; her mind automatically shifted towards him and Tripti's bond, trying to connect the dots. She heard that Tripti was around three and Anirban was around seven to eight years when their mother had passed away. And Tripti was the closest to Anirban and Subhankar after that; rather, it was mostly Anirban who cared for her, in fact she was the closest to him amongst everyone. 

Saudamini's features softened as her eyes raked over her husband, her one hand was above his bare chest and unknowingly she gently trailed her fingers till his shoulder, drawing a bit close to him. Her brows gradually furrowed as she began to study each and every feature of him, blinking.

She had never got an opportunity to see Satyakaam like that, ever. 

Her mind suddenly began to haunt with the memories of him, the painful memories when she had seen-

 Satyakaam with her. 

How he was....how he was sticking to her as if his life depended upon her. How she was touching him everywhere, how he was touching and kissing another woman shamelessly- 

Her teeth clattered almost instinctively in anguish as she breathed in deeply, trying to calm herself down. It did not take even a fraction of seconds for him to make her feel like a total filth. And she, utterly delusional thought that he would want her. Those three months with him felt like the merciless fire that was burning everything within her. 

Her head unknowingly faltered towards Anirban's side, making him flutter his lashes open slightly. Saudamini gasped inaudibly, her mind snapping out of the memories as she gazed at him with clueless eyes and blinked. His lips shifted up into the same, lopsided smile as he trailed his fingers up to her jaw, shifting a few strands of hair from her face.

 "Awake?" He husked in her ear, pressing a lingering kiss on her cheek, causing her to close her eyes momentarily. So many emotions flushed within her with a single kiss on her cheek, her heart feeling heavy yet light like a cloud at the same time. He brushed his thumb on her jaw briefly, feathering her neck causing her to hum unconsciously with her breath. 

Anirban had definitely started to make her feel haywire.

Gathering herself up from drowning more into him, she held his shoulder and sat up, blinking, "We-we are getting late.....aren't we?" She softly whispered while looking around, finding that night had fallen by now, "Gosh! Everyone must be expecting us Anirban!" She peered at him through the corner of her eye, her cheeks feeling slightly warm as her mind wasn't letting her relieve of the fact that they were still close to each other. 

She looked away, trying to leave when she felt her arm getting tugged almost instantly. Anirban sat up, his lips curving into the same smile of mischief as she fell over his chest. Oh God! That man will be the death of her someday!

"Let them," He took her hand within his and snaked it around his neck, "Everyone knows that we are married, aren't we?" He concluded playfully the same way as her. 

"And why are you in so much hurry? Can't you stay for me for some more time?" He whispered against her ear with a smile.

Saudamini froze for a moment, for him? She didn't knew why her heart jolted at the way he said that; he asked her to stay back for him, it felt that he was sweetly demanding for his right over her. 

Satyakaam never asked demanded this right from her; neither did he ask her ever to do something for him. 

For him; and above that he asked so sweetly, that for a moment she felt like her heart would melt into a puddle. Why did he have to be this adorable? 

Her eyes softened for once as she held his shoulder with one hand; her brows relaxing while staring at him; Anirban half closed his eyes with a lopsided smile, holding her close. Leaning in, he began to brush her cheek with his knuckles; she exhaled audibly, dimming her lashes, her hand slipping from his shoulder to his chest. 

The way she was liking all of these was concerning. 

Hardly a week had passed after their marriage, and she had already broken her vow of not desiring for him. 

Saudamini knew he was desiring her, but there was something that was coming between that desire at times; and the worst part was she couldn't distinguish it, she could just feel it. And feelings couldn't be spoken out loud or could be named that way, it was that type of a sensation. He flattered, he flirted, he desired, he played; he did everything with her, but then came that promise which he made to her, the possessiveness, then came that sweet right which he always gave her as a wife. 

And that was what which was flicking within her. 

She lowered her chin slightly, as Anirban peppered soft kisses against her cheek trailing till her neck, his finger connivingly crawling up to her shoulder as he slid down the saree from there gently. The flimsy cloth fell from her bosom, baring her chest but her conscious was stuck in feeling his lips against her neck. 

She let out mellow breaths while arching back, feeling him slither his rough palm from her waist to feather her breasts, moulding her nubs with his wicked fingers. Heavenly and addictive at the same time.....

She pressed her limbs together, drawing close to him, brushing her palm on his back as she moaned at his touches-

"Anirban, son?" There was a knock on the door.

"Ani?!"

Saudamini gasped almost instantly as she fluttered her eyes open, consciousness flooding through her as her mouth dropped open. Anirban leaned back from her, squinting his eyes and muttering under his breath, "Oh God..."

"Yes?!" He responded, feeling a bit irritated. 

"Is Saudamini dear inside with you?" Shaanti pressed a palm over the door and enquired.

"Y-yes!" Saudamini squealed suddenly, embarassment flushing as she quickly tried to adjust the saree over her bosom, "Actually, I wasn't feeling well so...." She fumbled, exchanging a glance at Anirban who was now trying to purse his lips from smiling. She threw a short glare at him, before answering, "I thought of taking some rest!"

"Oh, okay okay dear, we were feeling a bit worried since you both did not come down...."

"Yeah yeah! We will be right there Maashi!" 

"Is Saudamini feeling alright, by the way?"

Anirban's lips curved up in a smirk as he gazed at her flushed and surprised face, "I bet she never felt any better before....." He whispered softly, causing her to widen her eyes. He was about to say something but she instantly pressed a palm over his mouth to prevent him from speaking further, "Yeah Maashi! I am well, I am coming downstairs within a few moments!" 

"Okay dear, we are waiting!" 

Saudamini heard her light footsteps leaving, causing her to sigh back in relief. 

Anirban's chest vibrated as he tried to conceal his laughter while she was still having her palm over his mouth; she snapped at him at once, "I will kill you Anirban-" She shook her head, throwing him a deadly glare.

"Kill me then! Who is stopping you, beautiful? I am dying to die from your beautiful hands!" He gushed playfully with mischief, holding both her wrists in a jiffy and pushing her down on the bed. She squealed in surprise, widening her eyes as her heart was caught in her throat. Anirban leaned over her, his lips curved into a smirk, brushing his nose over her cheek, "My dear Saudamini, do you know that you have made a huge blunder of confessing that you are feeling sick?"

Saudamini's brows furrowed in confusion, "Hnnn?"

"I mean, your marks visible on your neck and waist would say otherwise....what are you going to do then? Say the truth?" He smirked against her jaw causing her to widen her eyes almost instantly. Warmth crawled to her cheeks as she immediately pushed him away, breathing deeply. 

Sitting up at once, she held the saree over her bosom, trying to peer at him, "Shameless....!" 

Anirban couldn't help but chuckle at her face, while she looked away in embarassment for a moment and climbed down from the bed. 

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A/N

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Signing off for today!

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