Six Years Later

The soft hum of the shehnai filled the air as I adjusted the pleats of my heavily embroidered red lehenga. It felt surreal. Today was the day I would become Mrs. Shehnaaz Sidharth Patel. My reflection in the mirror showed a woman glowing with happiness. Beside me, Mom fussed with the edge of my dupatta, while Yamuna smiled, holding the small bouquet of flowers I'd asked her to carry.

"You're not nervous?" Yamuna teased, tilting her head.

I smiled at her through the mirror. "Not even a little. It's Sidharth. How could I be nervous?"

Mom chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "You've always been bold, Shehnaaz. Even as a child, you were fearless. I always knew you'd go after what you wanted."

"Well, I guess I inherited that from you, Sanaya darling," I said with a sly grin, mimicking Sidharth's tone.

Mom burst out laughing, shaking her head. "Oh, don't remind me of his shameless flirting. You're lucky I didn't marry him first."

"Hey!" Dad's voice boomed as he entered the room, mock-offending. "Enough of this nonsense! That boy already stole my daughter, and now you're making jokes about him stealing my wife?"

Mom, Yamuna and I couldn't help but share a laugh.

"Relax, Arash," Mom said, still laughing. "We all know Shehnaaz has him wrapped around her finger."

Yeah, that's true. He can do anything for me.

Anything.

Dad sighed dramatically and turned to me. "Just so you know, Shehnaaz, I haven't forgiven him yet. He may have married you, but I'm still watching him."

I smirked. "Good luck, Dad. You'll be watching a man hopelessly in love with your daughter."

The mandap was beautifully decorated with marigolds and roses, and the setting sun cast a golden glow over everything. As I walked toward Sidharth, my heart skipped a beat. He looked breathtaking in his cream and gold sherwani, his eyes never leaving mine.

When I reached him, he leaned in and whispered, "You look stunning, Mrs. Patel."

"Not yet," I whispered back, a playful smile tugging at my lips.

The ceremony was a blur of laughter, rituals, and promises. Sidharth held my hand tightly as we circled the sacred fire, his grip warm and reassuring.

After our wedding, I spotted Rohan and Yamuna standing together. Their love for each other was evident in every glance they shared.

"Can you believe it?" I said, nudging Sidharth. "They're engaged now."

He grinned. "Took them long enough."

I turned to Yamuna. "You have Sidharth to thank for that proposal in the library, you know."

Yamuna is a book lover, and she used to spend lots of time reading books in our college library. Seeing this Sidharth gave Rohan the idea to propose to her in our college library with her favorite books, which was Harry Potter books.

Yamuna's eyes sparkled. "It was perfect. Harry Potter and the library-it couldn't have been more me."

Rohan chimed in, "I was so nervous, but Sidharth told me, 'If you're sure, don't wait.' Best advice I ever got."

"Of course," Sidharth said, smirking. "I'm the expert on not waiting once you know." He shot me a meaningful look, and I rolled my eyes.

Later, as Sidharth and I greeted guests, I couldn't help but reflect on how far we'd come. His mom hugged me tightly.

"Welcome to the family, Shehnaaz," she said warmly.

His dad, smiled approvingly. "You know, we've been waiting for this day for years. You two were always so obvious."

I laughed. "Were we really that obvious?"

"Very," Mom chimed in, standing beside Dad. "We knew before you two did."

Dad, however, crossed his arms. "Not me. I wasn't convinced this boy was good enough."

"Arash," Mom scolded lightly.

"It's true! He used to flirt with you!"

Sidharth, overhearing, wrapped an arm around my waist and smirked at Dad. "And now I get to call you Dad. Funny how things work out, huh?"

Dad muttered something under his breath, but I caught the small smile tugging at his lips.

As the night wore on, I found myself thinking back to the night Sidharth proposed.

We'd just finished... well, you know. Love making. We were tangled in each other, sweaty and completely at peace, when he'd blurted, "Marry me."

I stared at him, completely thrown. "Are you serious? Now? Like this?"

"Why not?" he'd asked, grinning. "This is us, Shehnaaz. Raw, real, and in love."

I'd been so mad at him for ruining the moment that I'd declared, "No kisses and sex until the wedding."

He panicked and immediately arranged for the earliest wedding date possible.

"Three months," he'd said. "That's all I can survive."

Even now, Sidharth's possessiveness showed in subtle, endearing ways. As I chatted with some of the guests, he hovered nearby, keeping an eye on me.

"You don't have to watch me like a hawk," I teased.

"Can't help it," he replied, pulling me close. "You're mine now, and I don't like sharing."

I laughed. "You're impossible, Mr. Patel."

"And you love it, Mrs. Patel."

I couldn't help but blush and as always he bit my cheeks. "People are watching us, Sidharth."

He shrugged, "As if I care."

"Excuse me, Mr. Patel?"

"Now you're my wife, Shehnaaz." He hugged me. "I can bite you, kiss you, even fuck you in front of them."

I grasped, "You wouldn't do that,"

"I can. You want some proof, wifey?" His voice was challenging, as his hand moved behind my back playing with the knot of my blouse.

I looked at him in shock. "You're shameless." And shoved his hands away.

"Yes. For you." He admitted, before kissing me hard in front of all the guests, including our parents taking me off guard.

"I can't deal with your son, Arjun." I heard my father telling his father.

"Me too," his father sounded embarrassed.

I quickly pushed him away breaking our scandalous kiss.

"Shameless!" I said in irritation seeing his smug smile.

"Get used to it," he said shamelessly.

"Fuck off!" I shot back.

He leaned closer and whispered, "Oh! I'll fuck you, baby. Just see how hard it will be." Then moved back and sat with a smirk enjoying my flushed face.

I felt embarrassed when I noticed his sister Arpita, her husband Tarun, Yamuna and Rohan were giving me a teasing look. Even Arpita's little boy Tushar was looking at us.

"I hate you,"

"No, you don't." He said with confidence.

Of course I don't hate him. I love him more than my life. More than anything in this world.

As our function ended, I was welcomed to his house by his mother warmly. I knew she always loved me like a daughter. It was her dream to see me as her daughter-in-law.

Sidharth and I did some post-wedding rituals and played some games too. It was fun. We all had fun. I even own the ring finding game. And, to my shock Sidharth found his name within a second. I don't know how he did that, it was hidden so perfectly. But, anyways I'm happy.

After performing all the rituals, I found myself in our room, my heart raced seeing the beautiful decoration of the room with red roses and scented candles. I asked them not to use any balloons here. I don't like it. It's childish.

My heart raced as I heard a soft knock on the door calling my name.

"May I come in, wifey?"

God this man knows how to make me fall for him every second.

"Yes, please." I answered, my voice was surprisingly meek.

Oh! God. I'm too nervous right now.

Sidharth entered, then closed the door behind him, his eyes darkening as they set on me. My face was covered with the veil. He sat in front of me, and lifted up the veil from my head revealing my face to him, and he got.... still.

"You're staring," I said softly, feeling my cheeks heat.

"Can't help it," he murmured, and kissed my forehead. "You're looking breathtaking, baby."

He cupped my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek. "I always thought I'd lose you if I admitted how much I needed you," he whispered. "But now, I know I was never complete without you."

"Me too,"

He looked at my lips, then in my eyes seeking permission.

"We have kissed thousands of times before." I teased him.

"I know. But, before I used to kiss my girlfriend. And, now I am seeking permission from my wife as your husband." He mumbled, nuzzling his nose against mine. "Understand?"

"Under...."

Before I could complete, I felt his lips meet mine, gentle at first, then deeper, more insistent. His hands roamed over my body, igniting a fire that had been simmering all day.

He lifted me effortlessly, laying me on the bed. His kisses trailed down my neck, leaving me breathless.

"I love you," he murmured against my skin.

"And I love you," I whispered back, pulling him closer.

Sidharth's lips traced a slow, deliberate path down my jawline, his breath warm against my skin. Each kiss was a promise, a declaration, and a teasing torment all at once. His fingers brushed the delicate embroidery of my blouse, lingering just enough to send a shiver racing down my spine.

"You've been teasing me all day," he murmured against my collarbone, his voice low and rough.

"Teasing you?" I managed to reply, my voice breathless. "I think you're confusing me with yourself, Mr. Patel."

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief as his hands settled on my waist, pulling me flush against him.

"Mrs. Patel," he corrected, his tone possessive, "I've waited years for this moment. You think I'm going to stop at teasing?"

Before I could respond, his lips found mine again, this time with more urgency. His kiss was consuming, leaving no part of me untouched by his fire. I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging lightly, and he groaned, deep and raw, the sound sending a thrill straight through me.

"Sidharth," I whispered as his lips moved to the sensitive spot just below my ear.

"Hm?" he hummed, his hands sliding up to my back, expertly finding the tiny hooks of my blouse.

"You're ruining my bridal outfit," I teased, though my heart was pounding.

His laugh was deep and utterly shameless. "Good. I'm going to ruin you next."

Heat flooded my cheeks, but I didn't look away. The way he looked at me, like I was the center of his universe, was enough to make me forget everything else. He lowered me onto the bed, his weight a comforting presence as he hovered over me.

His lips brushed my forehead, a moment of tenderness amidst the storm. "You're mine, Shehnaaz," he said softly, his gaze locking onto mine. "Forever."

I cupped his face, my thumb brushing against his cheek. "Always," I whispered back.

His kisses grew hungrier, trailing down my neck and collarbone, each one igniting a spark. My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his sherwani, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He shrugged out of the fabric, revealing the toned muscles I'd run my hands over countless times before.

"You're staring," he teased, echoing my words from earlier.

"Can't help it," I replied, a smirk tugging at my lips.

His laughter turned into a groan as I let my hands explore, tracing the planes of his chest and the line of his abs. His lips returned to mine, his kisses deep and unrelenting, leaving me breathless.

The air grew heavy with anticipation as he slid the dupatta off my shoulders, his touch reverent and worshipful. His fingers brushed over my bare skin, and I shivered at the sensation.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "More than I ever deserve."

I pulled him closer, my lips capturing his in a kiss that spoke of all the love and trust between us. In that moment, there was no one else-just us, wrapped in each other, ready to begin the rest of our lives together.

As his hands roamed and his lips left a trail of fire down my body, I felt completely his-his love, his possession, his everything.

He removed my blouse, then unclipped my bra and threw it away somewhere in the room, and like a mad man he attacked my breasts. These are his obsessions.

"Fuck! I love the way they're so fucking soft and big," he mumbled, in between sucking my nipple and slapping the other one.

I couldn't help but moan shamelessly, "Sidharth,"

"Just like that, keep taking my name, baby," he said before biting my nipple making me cry in pain. But then he sucked it hard and I moaned clutching the bedsheet.

Soon, one by one my clothes were thrown in the room, and he was eating my pussy like he was thirsty for it. I cried and moaned pulling his hair and sometimes scratching his shoulder. Soon after his tongue was replaced by his fingers. Not one but all of them driving me crazy. It didn't take long for me to come around his hand crying his name.

"Fuck! You taste so fucking good, baby." he said licking my come from his hand.

"Shameless,"I blushed.

"My cute wife,"he laughed and kissed my forehead.

Feeling shy I hide myself in his chest.

"Ready for the action?" He asked, while removing his bottoms one by one.

"Yes," I replied, boldly

He put on a condom and jumped in bed like an excited kid. I couldn't help but giggle.

"This is not our first time you know," I reminded him, as he settled down between my legs.

"I know, Shehnaaz. But, tonight I won't just fuck you. I will make love to you like we did for the first time after two months of our relationship." He said, rubbing himself against me.

I looked at him amazed, feeling overwhelmed in love. "I love you so much."

"I love you more," he then slowly pushed the tip inside me and stopped as I hissed in pain.

"Go on,"

On my cue, he entered all the way inside me on one go.

"Sidharth," I cried in pain, but he kissed my pain away.

Once I stopped crying, he started to move in slow deliberate speed making me moan crazily and he whispered sweet but nothing making slow love to me. But I got too desperate for him to go faster and harder.

"Faster baby," I moaned clutching him close and warped my legs around his torso. "Harder."

He started to move faster, harder and deeper.

"Like this?" He teased, fucking me harder.

"Yes," I moaned shamelessly.

"My dirty little wife," he whispered dirty words to me.

I love when he does it.

With each thrust I could feel myself getting closer to my orgasm. "Yes, Sidharth,"

I grasped as he whispered in my ears about our first time, "I still remember what you wore for our first time."

I didn't reply, I couldn't. The way he was fucking me like a madman I couldn't respond but moan, "Sidharth,"

He continued, "A sexy black lingerie under a baggie t-shirt and mom jeans."

"Hmm," I hum and cry in an overwhelmed feeling of pleasure feeling him inside me. Fucking me so hard.

"Fuck!" -thrust- "I didn't know you could look cute at first then, BOOM. A sexy bomb the next moment?" -thrust- "you know I fucked those black panties and bra later?"

He did take my undergarments from me, but I didn't know about this.

He fucked my stuff!

That's fucking hot.

I just moaned. "Sidharth,"

"Yes, baby." -thrust- "Not once but multiple times," -thrust- "even during these three months of my dry spill."

"Fuck! That was so hot." I moaned.

"I know, baby. I know." He groaned, hitting at a new spot making me come around him.

"Sidharth," I cried, feeling overwhelmed, still coming. "I love you."

But he wasn't done.

He fucked me until he met his own release.

He slowly comes out from me, dumped the used condom in the bin and lay down beside me.

He pulled me close, and kissed my forehead mumbling, "I love you, baby."

And as the night deepened, we made love for hours with the kind of passion that spoke of years of longing, and marking the beginning of our forever.

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