After 8 years,

After years of dating, Krish and Nisha finally found the courage to tell their parents about their relationship. To their delight, their families agreed to their wish to marry, setting the stage for what was supposed to be a perfect evening.

“Yaar, jaane dena! Nisha wait kar rahi hai mera!” Krish pleaded, glaring at his idiotic friends who stood in front of his room, blocking his entrance. They held the keys, locking him out and laughing at his frustration.

“Arre, humne kaha mana kiya... tu humari baat maan le!”
Vaani rolled her eyes, thrusting a blank check at him with a mischievous grin. “Khushi khushi tujhe andar jaane denge.”

“Yaar, Ankit, samja na! Tere pyare biwi ko, kya laga k rakha hain!” Krish whined, his patience wearing thin.

Ankit laughed, wrapping his arm around Krish's shoulder in a friendly yet teasing manner.

“Dekh, ek raaz ki baat batau… shaadi ke baad, jitna ho sake apni biwi ki baat maan ke chalna. Tere liye behtar hi hoga, warna teri zindagi andhakar ho jayega !” he said dramatically, throwing his hands up as if casting a dark spell over Krish's future.

Yes guys, last year Ankit and Vaani married each other as Ankit proposed her his feelings.

Krish shot him a disgusted look, but Ankit had already lifted his hands in mock surrender, a grin plastered across his face. With no choice left, Krish sighed and signed the blank check, watching as his friends erupted into cheers, celebrating their little victory.

“Mission accomplished!” they shouted, and Ankit quickly unlocked the door, whispering conspiratorially,

“All the best, and don’t worry, the room is soundproof,” as he slipped something into his pocket and dashed away before Krish could retaliate.

Shaking his head, Krish finally entered the room, his heart racing with anticipation. The atmosphere was magical, beautifully decorated with rose petals covering the entire floor, and scented candles flickered softly in the corners, casting a warm glow around the room. It was perfect—except Nisha was nowhere in sight.

“Nisha??” he called out, his voice echoing slightly in the romantic ambiance.

“I’m here, Krish! In the washroom!” Nisha shouted from inside.

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Moments later, the washroom door clicked open, and Nisha stepped out, her appearance taking his breath away. She wore a stunning red nightwear that clung to her curves, the fabric flowing delicately over her body, accentuating every line and contour.

His heart raced as she approached him, slowly unraveling the knot of her nightwear with a teasing smile. The fabric fell away to reveal her in a breathtaking red netted lingerie, barely concealing her breasts, which were bulging enticingly from the delicate material.

Krish’s mouth hung open, his body responding instantly to the sight before him. She looked so beautiful in her wedding attire, and now, in this alluring outfit, she was making him feel even harder, a desire that seemed impossible to contain.

Nisha smirked, clearly enjoying the effect she had on him. She stepped closer, their breaths mingling in the charged air, and glided her finger along his sharp jawline.

“How am I looking, patidev?” she whispered near his ear, her breath warm against his skin.

“I don’t think I can control myself anymore, jaana... you’re making me too hard,” he whispered back, lost in a haze of desire.

Her giggle was light and playful as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Then don’t control yourself... make me yours, Krish,” she urged, kissing his cheek softly.

That was the green light he had been waiting for. Without another moment's hesitation, he lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his torso as he crashed his lips onto hers, kissing her hungrily.

Nisha gasped in surprise at his sudden move, but she melted into the kiss, responding with equal passion. Their tongues tangled as she moaned softly, clutching at his hair, while he groaned, savoring every inch of her mouth.

He held her tightly, gripping her small waist, feeling her body fit perfectly against him. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently before pulling off his sherwani in one swift motion. Nisha blushed at the sight of his bare chest, her heart racing at the intimacy of the moment.

Not that she hadn’t seen him like this before, but this time felt different. Butterflies danced in her stomach as she reached for him, gripping the nape of his neck to pull him into another kiss.

With one hand, he caressed her breast, taking her nipple into his warm mouth, eliciting a loud moan from her. “Ahh, Krish, slowly...” she breathed, lost in the sensations he was creating.

He had already promised her he wouldn’t go easy on her during their first time; he would show her his beastly side—hard and raw.

He hummed against her skin, lavishing attention on her other breast while massaging the one he had just tasted, leaving her a moaning mess.

As he traveled down her body, he gently removed her panties, already damp from his effect on her. Nisha instinctively closed her thighs, feeling exposed and vulnerable before him.

Krish smiled, shaking his head as he touched her thigh tenderly.

“You’re beautiful, jaana, both inside and out... and I love you,” he said, his voice sincere and filled with emotion.

Her heart fluttered at his words, and as he kissed her knees, he opened her legs gently, rubbing her intimately. He then positioned himself between her thighs, opening her dhoti and boxer, settling himself at her center.

Bending down, he pressed his forehead against hers, their noses almost touching.

“It will hurt, jaana, the first time... if it gets too much, just tell me to stop, okay?”

She nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

As he pushed himself inside her slowly, continuous kisses peppering her lips, she initially cried out in pain. But as he continued, the pain gave way to pleasure, and soon, her moans filled the room as he gradually trusted deeper.

“Better?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

“Hmmm, faster…” she pleaded, lost in a sea of sensations.

He smiled at her eagerness, obeying her request as he thrust deeper and deeper, hitting that perfect spot. Their bodies moved together in sync, reaching the peak of their desires.

Exhausted but exhilarated, they collapsed onto the bed, the world fading around them. Krish looked at Nisha, who had already dozed off, hugging herself close to him. A wave of contentment washed over him as he caressed her hair gently, allowing himself to close his eyes and drift into a peaceful slumber, feeling complete in her presence.

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