The moonlight spilled softly through the sheer curtains of the room, casting a silver glow over the dimly lit space.

Shubman and Revathi had just returned from the wedding, her vibrant lehenga still sparkling faintly under the low light, his formal kurta slightly crumpled from the evening's festivities.

The air was thick with an intoxicating mix of laughter, lingering perfume, and the unspoken electricity that had been simmering between them all night.

As they stood by the large window, looking out at the quiet night, Shubman pulled her closer, his arms gently encircling her waist.

She turned to face him, her dark eyes meeting his. He smiled softly, the corners of his lips curving in that way that always made her heart skip.

"You looked beautiful tonight," he murmured, his voice low and warm. His thumb brushed her cheek, and she felt a blush rise at the way his gaze lingered.

Revathi bit her lip, trying to hide her grin. "You weren't so bad yourself. Had a line of aunties asking me if you were single, you know."

His laugh was soft and rich. "Guess you'll have to keep reminding them I'm taken."

She tilted her head. "Taken, huh? By whom again?" she teased, her tone playful, but her eyes sparkling.

Shubman didn't answer with words. 

Instead, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that started slow and tender but quickly deepened, as though the whole night's worth of unsaid feelings were pouring into this moment. 

His hands tightened around her, and hers slid up to rest on his chest.

When they finally broke apart, both breathing a little heavier, he rested his forehead against hers, his fingers brushing up and down her back.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the quiet hum of the night their only companion.

"Rev," he began, his voice hushed, almost hesitant. "Can I... ask you something?"

She looked up at him, her brows knitting slightly. "Of course."

He swallowed, searching her face as though to gauge her reaction before continuing. "Can we..." He paused, his hands steadying her as he gently pulled her closer.

"I mean, would it be okay if... if we made love?"

The words hung in the air between them, soft and sincere, carrying a weight that was anything but casual. 

He watched her carefully, his thumb moving in soothing circles on her waist.

Revathi's breath hitched. For a moment, she just looked at him, her lips parting as though to say something but no sound coming out. 

Finally, a soft smile broke across her face, her cheeks warming as she nodded.

"Shub... yes," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, her trust in him evident in her eyes. "Yes."

He exhaled, his shoulders relaxing, as if her answer was the only thing he had needed in the world.

With infinite gentleness, he leaned down to kiss her again, his lips soft against hers, as though savouring the moment.

Shubman gazed at her for a moment longer, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and reverence, as though he couldn't quite believe the beauty of the woman in his arms.

Slowly, he ran his fingers down her cheek, his touch tender, before bending slightly and sweeping her up effortlessly into his arms.

Revathi let out a soft gasp, her hands instinctively wrapping around his neck. "Shub!" she exclaimed, a hint of laughter in her voice, though her cheeks flushed at the sudden intimacy.

He grinned, that boyish, confident grin that had first caught her attention.

"What? You thought I wouldn't do this at least once?" he teased lightly, his voice low and warm.

She buried her face against his chest, trying to hide her smile. "You're ridiculous," she mumbled, though her tone betrayed how much she was enjoying it.

As he carried her across the room, Shubman's steps were steady and deliberate, as though this moment demanded nothing less than care and intention.

The bed waited for them, its white sheets catching the faint glow of moonlight streaming in through the window.

When he reached it, he lowered her gently, as though she were something fragile and precious, his hands lingering at her waist as he placed her down.

She looked up at him, her dark hair fanning out against the pillows, her eyes searching his face. The way he gazed at her made her heart race—like she was the only person in the world.

He leaned over her, one hand propped against the bed for support, the other brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"You're so beautiful, Revathi," he said softly, his voice tinged with awe. "I don't think I'll ever stop saying that."

Her lips parted, a faint smile playing on them as she reached up to touch his face. "And I'll never stop believing you," she whispered.

He leaned down, capturing her lips once more, this time slower, deeper, the kiss filled with all the emotions neither of them could put into words.

His hands moved to hers, their fingers intertwining as the space between them seemed to dissolve.

The world outside faded away, leaving only the sound of their breathing, the warmth of their touch, and the gentle, unspoken rhythm of a love that had grown stronger with every moment they shared. 

As the night unfolded, they gave themselves to each other, wrapped in a cocoon of trust, tenderness, and unending affection.

Shubman hovered over Revathi, his warm, calloused hands resting gently on her sides, just above the intricate embroidery of her pink floral lehenga.

The moonlight kissed her skin, making her glow in the dim light, and for a moment, he simply stared, his breath caught in his chest.

"You're stunning, Rev," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't think I'll ever get over how beautiful you are."

Revathi's cheeks flushed a deep pink, matching the delicate flowers embroidered on her attire. She reached up, letting her fingers graze his jawline, feeling the slight stubble that tickled her touch.

"You're not so bad yourself," she replied softly, her voice trembling slightly with nervous anticipation.

Shubman chuckled, a low sound that rumbled through his chest. "Oh, sweetheart," he said, his tone a mix of affection and mischief, "I don't think I've been able to take my eyes off you all night. And this—" he ran a finger along the hem of her overcoat, tracing the intricate design "—this is driving me crazy."

Revathi let out a soft laugh, though her heart was racing. "It's just a lehenga, Shub," she teased, though her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Just a lehenga?" he repeated, feigning outrage. "This thing is a masterpiece, but it's not half as breathtaking as the woman wearing it."

His lips brushed her forehead, then her cheek, the softest of touches that sent shivers down her spine.

His hands moved tentatively to the clasp of her overcoat, his movements slow and deliberate. "Can I, love?" he asked, his voice low and filled with respect, his dark eyes locking onto hers.

"I don't want to do anything you're not okay with."

Revathi swallowed hard, her lips parting as she met his gaze. She could feel her heartbeat thudding in her ears, her entire body trembling under his touch.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You can, Shub."

He exhaled deeply, as though he'd been holding his breath, and pressed a lingering kiss to her temple. 

"Thank you, baby," he said, his voice laced with tenderness. "For trusting me."

With a steady hand, he began undoing the clasps of her overcoat, his fingers brushing against her skin with every movement.

"You're perfect," he murmured as he worked, his voice almost reverent. "Every inch of you. Fuck, Rev, you drive me insane."

Her breath hitched at the raw honesty in his words, and she bit her lip, her eyes never leaving his face. "Shub," she whispered, her tone half-shy, half-wanting.

"Hmm?" he hummed, his hands pausing for a moment to cup her face. His thumbs brushed her cheeks as he looked at her, his expression softening. "What is it, sweetheart?"

"I... I love you," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

His expression shifted, a mix of surprise and overwhelming affection. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head slightly as if he couldn't believe his luck.

"I love you too, Rev. So fucking much."

With the overcoat finally undone, he slid it off her shoulders, revealing the delicate blouse underneath, its floral patterns mirroring the lehenga. 

He paused, his eyes roaming over her with a mix of admiration and restraint.

"Goddamn, you're unreal," he said, his voice husky. "Are you sure about this, baby? We can stop anytime, okay?"

Revathi nodded, her confidence growing under his gentle reassurances. "I'm sure, Shub. I trust you."

"Good," he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Because I'm going to worship you, sweetheart. Every inch of you."

His hands moved to the ties of her lehenga skirt, his touch deliberate and reverent. As he worked, he whispered soft praises, his words a mix of love, desire, and awe.

"You're everything to me, Rev. My angel. My world. Fuck, I don't deserve you."

Her fingers threaded through his hair as she pulled him down for another kiss, silencing him. "You deserve me, Shub," she said against his lips, her voice steady now. "And I deserve you."

Shubman's fingers moved deftly yet tenderly, the ties of her lehenga slipping loose with ease. As the delicate fabric pooled around her hips, he took a moment to pause, his gaze lingering on her. 

His eyes roamed over her exposed skin, but his expression held nothing but reverence, a mixture of awe and restraint.

"Rev..." he murmured, his voice cracking slightly. "You're... fuck, you're so goddamn beautiful. I don't even have the words for this."

Revathi felt her cheeks burn, her hands instinctively covering her middle as if to shield herself from the intensity of his gaze.

"Shub," she whispered, her voice shaky, "you're looking at me like—"

"Like you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen?" he interrupted gently, a lopsided smile tugging at his lips.

He reached out, his hands warm as they enveloped hers, pulling them away from where she'd tried to hide herself. 

"You don't ever have to feel shy with me, sweetheart. Not now, not ever."

Her eyes searched his, finding only sincerity and love in their dark depths. She nodded faintly, letting out a shaky breath as his hands returned to her waist, brushing against her skin with featherlight touches.

"Can I?" he asked again, his voice low and husky, his fingers tracing the waistband of her lehenga skirt.

"Yes," she replied softly, her body trembling under his touch. "Please, Shub."

At her words, he carefully slid the skirt down, letting it fall away completely. She was left in her lacey undergarments, her figure bathed in the moonlight.

Shubman's breath hitched, his hand coming up to trail along her arm, his touch leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his gaze unwavering as it met hers again.

"You're a goddamn goddess, Rev. I mean it. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm never letting you go."

Her lips curved into a shy smile, and she reached for him, her hands tugging at his shirt. "You're not the only one who gets to stare," she murmured, her voice gaining a hint of playful confidence.

His laugh was soft, his hands helping her pull the fabric over his head. As his kurta joined the pile of clothes on the floor, Revathi's breath caught at the sight of him.

His lean, athletic build bore the marks of years of dedication to his sport, his muscles taut under smooth skin. She let her fingers wander across his chest, her touch soft but deliberate.

"You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Gill," she said, her tone teasing but her gaze filled with affection.

Shubman chuckled, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to her shoulder, then her collarbone, his lips tracing a path that sent shivers down her spine.

"Careful, baby," he murmured against her skin, "flattery like that might make me lose my mind."

"Maybe I want you to," she whispered, her voice emboldened by the growing warmth between them.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers, a spark of mischief lighting them.

"Oh, you're playing dangerous now, huh? Let me show you what happens when you tease me, my little troublemaker."

Revathi laughed softly, but it quickly turned into a breathy gasp as his hands roamed lower, exploring her with care and reverence.

Every touch felt like a question, every kiss a promise. He leaned closer, his forehead brushing against hers, his breath mingling with hers.

"Tell me if you need me to stop," he whispered, his voice almost pleading. "I swear, I'll stop in a heartbeat, baby."

"I won't," she whispered back, her hands pulling him closer. "I want this, Shub. I want you."

"Fuck," he muttered, his voice breaking with emotion. "I'll take care of you, Rev. I'll take my time with you. I swear, you're everything to me."

She wanted him—wanted to feel him, to be with him in a way she never had before. It was more than just physical; it was a desperate, overwhelming need to be as close as possible.

Shubman's hands found the clasp of her bra, his fingers working it open with careful precision.

"You're fucking breathtaking," he muttered, his lips ghosting over her collarbone as the fabric fell away.

He paused, looking at her as though he couldn't quite believe she was there, with him.

Revathi's body flushed under his gaze, but she didn't look away. She let him see her, all of her, as she was—vulnerable but eager, uncertain but willing.

His hands caressed her skin, mapping every curve, every delicate line until she felt like she was made of fire.

"I need you, Shubman," she whispered, the words a plea. The air between them felt impossibly charged, her body trembling with a longing she had never known until now.

"Make love to me."

With a low growl, Shubman lifted her effortlessly, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her steady. 

"I've got you," he said, his voice ragged with desire. "I'm not letting go, Rev."

She clung to him, her hands sliding over his chest, feeling the firm muscles, her fingers trembling as they traced the lines of his body.

She had never wanted anyone like this before, never felt this wild, this out of control. The heat between them was so intense, it almost hurt, but it was the kind of pain that was sweet, that urged her to lean into it even more.

He moved with careful precision, as if sensing her uncertainty, guiding her gently as he helped her out of the last of her clothes.

The moment their skin met, she gasped, her entire body shivering at the contact. She could feel him everywhere, the heat of his body seeping into hers.

"You're incredible," he whispered, brushing his lips against hers. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, the closeness of their bodies making her dizzy with the feeling of him.

Revathi's breath was erratic now, her hands tangled in his hair as she kissed him with an urgency she hadn't known she possessed.

There was no more hesitation, no more doubt—just the overwhelming need to be close to him, to feel his touch, to surrender to him completely.

As his lips trailed down her neck, she let herself fall into him, into the fire that burned between them. 

This was it. This was everything.

The air in the room felt thick, charged with the electricity of their bodies moving together, skin to skin.

Revathi could feel every inch of Shubman—his warmth, his strength—and it sent her senses reeling.

Her pulse quickened with each breath she took, every whisper of his touch sending shivers of anticipation down her spine.

Shubman's hands, firm and gentle, caressed her back, his fingers skimming the curves of her waist before he tilted her head up to meet his gaze.

His eyes were dark with desire, but there was something else there, too—something soft, tender.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion. His thumb brushed her cheek, wiping away a tear she didn't even realize had fallen.

"I'm fine," she whispered, her voice shaky. 

She didn't know how to explain what she was feeling—how her body felt like it was coming alive in a way she had never experienced before, how everything about him made her feel both safe and completely lost.

"It's just... I never imagined it would feel like this."

Shubman smiled softly, his lips pressing gently to her forehead. "I'll make sure it always feels this way, Rev. I swear to you."

His hands moved to her hips again, pulling her closer as his lips found hers in a kiss that was slow, tender—a contrast to the heat that still simmered between them.

As they kissed, the world outside seemed to fade away. There was nothing but the feeling of his lips, his hands, his body against hers.

His touch was a mixture of patience and hunger, a delicate balance of giving and taking. Shubman's fingers trailed down her spine, sending a bolt of sensation through her body, making her gasp into his mouth.

"I need to feel you more," he muttered, his breath ragged against her lips. He moved down her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake, before pausing at the swell of her breast.

"You're everything, Rev," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion and desire.

Revathi's heart hammered in her chest, her body trembling as she closed her eyes, allowing herself to be enveloped by the moment.

She wanted him, needed him in a way that felt primal, a hunger that had been building for so long.

She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the way his hands explored every inch of her, and it made her lose herself even more in the experience.

His lips found hers again, and this time, the kiss deepened, more urgent, as if both of them were trying to pull each other into the same orbit.

Her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles under her fingertips, before moving down to the waistband of his pants.

With trembling hands, she worked it free, letting the fabric fall away to reveal his strong thighs, the light from the bedside lamp casting shadows that only intensified his raw masculinity.

Shubman groaned, his hands sliding to her waist as he lifted her, pressing her up against him. She could feel him—hard and urgent—against her.

"Fuck, Rev," he breathed, his voice rough with need. "I need to hear you, baby. Tell me you want this."

"I want you," she breathed, her voice trembling with both need and a kind of raw honesty. "I want you, Shubman. I've never wanted anything this badly."

That was all he needed. His hands moved quickly but gently, guiding her down onto the bed, his body following hers.

He hovered over her for a moment, his eyes searching hers, as though looking for any sign of hesitation.

Revathi swallowed hard, her heart racing. The intensity in his gaze made her chest tighten. She wasn't used to being wanted this way, to feeling so completely at the mercy of someone else.

But with Shubman, she didn't feel afraid. 

She felt cherished, desired, safe in his arms.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he murmured, kissing her forehead softly, his voice a tender promise. "You're everything to me, Revathi. And I won't rush you."

Her heart skipped at the sincerity in his voice, and she nodded. "I trust you," she whispered.

And with that, he lowered himself slowly, kissing her again, his hands tracing the curves of her body with an almost reverent touch.

Every movement was calculated, deliberate, as though he was savouring each moment, making sure she felt every inch of him.

His hands slid down to her thighs, pulling them apart gently, positioning himself between them after he had worn the condom.

She gasped as she felt the heat of his body pressing against hers, the anticipation thick in the air.

"I want to be inside you, Rev," he muttered against her lips, his breath coming in shallow bursts. "But only if you're ready."

"I'm ready," she whispered, her voice full of need and desire. She had never felt this alive, this consumed by a single person.

There was no turning back now, and she didn't want to.

With a soft groan, Shubman moved against her, slowly, tenderly. Revathi's breath caught in her throat, her entire body trembling as he entered her, the sensation both foreign and familiar, all-consuming.

"Fucking perfect," Shubman hissed, his lips pressing against her ear. "You feel so fucking good, Rev."

Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her as he moved within her, slowly at first, giving her time to adjust.

As they moved together, the rhythm of their bodies finding a perfect harmony, Revathi's mind went blank, all thoughts replaced by the intense pleasure she was feeling.

The world outside disappeared, and it was just the two of them, completely lost in each other, bodies entwined in the most intimate of dances.

Shubman's grip on her tightened as he sped up, his breathing becoming more ragged, and she matched him, her own pleasure building with each thrust.

She was so close, so close to the edge, and she could feel him pushing her, urging her to go over it.

"Shubman," she gasped, her nails digging into his back. "I can't... I can't hold on much longer."

"I've got you," he growled, his lips finding hers once more, kissing her with an intensity that matched the burning desire between them. 

"Come for me, baby. Let go."

And with that, the tension in her body snapped, and she came undone in his arms, her entire body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Shubman followed moments after, his own release coming with a guttural groan as he buried his face in her neck, holding her close as they both rode out the waves of pleasure together.

They stayed there, tangled in each other's arms, their breaths slowly returning to normal as they savoured the afterglow of their intimacy.

Revathi felt a profound sense of contentment, a connection that went far beyond the physical. She had never felt so complete, so cherished.

Shubman pressed a kiss to her forehead, his hands gently stroking her back as they lay together in silence. "You're perfect, Rev," he whispered.

And in that moment, all she could do was smile, feeling the truth of his words in the deepest part of her soul.

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