"jaisa filmo mein hota hai
ho raha hai hubahu"

ISHAN

I was running in the compound, when I bumped into the security guard.

"Sir is everything fine?", he asked looking at my state.

"No no, Bhaiya Janhavi bahar gayi kya?" I asked huffing.

"Nahi to? Main to yahaan hi baitha tha. Ghar mein hi hogi dekho", he said.

I sighed in relief, atleast she didn't go out.
But then where is she?

Oh fuck maine to chad pe check hi nahi kiya!

Realising once again- main chutiya hu

I ran all the way, to the terrace. To my utter relief, Janhavi was actually in the terrace, looking at the dark and overcast sky. She was totally drenched and reeking water. The rain wad not that much to drench her so she actually had a shower I guess.

Bad timing but, the wet clothes sticking to her body were making her look so tempting and irresistible.

She had not noticed me yet. I walked to her and stood beside her, leaning on the fence wall.

Her gaze fell upon me, her face emotionless. Her eyes were a tinge of red and tear marks visible on her face.

"Bina bataye kyu aa gayi? Muj....", but I was interrupted.

Before I could complete saying, Janhavi enfolded me into a hug, closer and tighter than it has ever been.

Her wet clothes were sending shivers down my spine and her dripping wet hair was dampening my tshirt. I couldn't feel her soft breasts touch my hard chest.

Her hands were clasping the back of my tshirt lightly and her fast falling tear drops were seeping into my collar.

Suddenly the rain started pouring heavily, drenching us totally. We were standing under the open sky, in the rain, embracing each other. What can be more romantic than this? But when? When tomorrow is our divorce date.

She released her clutch, loosening the hug but I didn't want to let go at all. She looked up at me with her reddish eyes, and I cupped her face.

"Why are you crying?" I asked.

In reply, she looked down and placed her hand on my chest. I held her chin and made her look up.

Things had turned too hot. I could feel the tightness in my boxers. The urge of kissing her was turning irresistible.

I leaned closer to her face, the wet hair strands sticking to her face made her look too sexy. I traced her jaw bone with my thumb and she put her hands of the back of my neck. The touch of her wet fingers was badly affecting me.

Our lips were centimetres apart, but the thought of the divorce was not letting me kiss her. Would it be appropriate?

Her wet hair, her lustful eyes, her plump lips, her erect nipples that I could feel, her body touching my throbbing cock..... It was enough for me to loose control.

I pulled her closer and plunged into a deep kiss. She was kissing back with equal passing, our tongue exploring every inch of each other's mouth. Her lips tasted cherry due to the lipgloss she had been wearing and rain added a saltyness to the taste. The kiss was heavenly.

I travelled down to her neck, kissing the skin roughly, leaving dark bruises.

"Ish..aah..n"

She had grabbed my hair and was sweetly letting out soft moans.. making my bulge painful inside the pants.

I removed the wet dupatta off her chest which was blocking my view, placing kisses on her collar bone and cleavage.

Getting rid of my tshirt, I pulled her back into a kiss.

"We're in the.. ahh... terrace",she whispered.

"I don't care", I whispered back.

Her hands were caressing my abs and her lips leaving deep red lovebites on my neck and chest.

One part of mine wanted to fuck her right here, while the other part was asking me to stop the things right now because after this, I won't be able to stop myself.

"We.. shouldn't be doing this..",she hissed.

"I love you", kissing her over again.

She abruptly pulled back from the kiss, "You what?"

"Love you", I said removing the hair strands from her face.

Fresh tears emerged on her eyes.

"Why are you crying?", I asked pulling her back into a hug.

"You shouldn't love me Ishan, I don't deserve to be loved."

"You don't love me?" I asked her.

She looked at me for a while, and a drop of tear left her eyes, before she replied, "No. Why would...."

"Sshhhh... Don't lie meri Jaan", I said placing a finger on her lips.

"I'm not lying", she replied back defiantly.

"Then why didn't you stop me from kissing you?"

She got out from my grip and turned her back towards me, having no reply.

I hugged her from behind, my hands grabbing her by stomach. I placed my chin on the crook of her neck.

Kissing her earlobes, I whispered seductively, "You love me Mrs. Kishan. Accept that."

She turned her face towards me, "You'll catch a cold if you stay in these wet clothes anymore" she said.

"You've kissed someone before me?" I asked.

"No", she said taking a deep breath.

"Your would be- ex husband is the first person you've ever kissed?"

"Don't call yourself that", she hissed.

"Why? You don't like the thought of me being your ex-husband?", I asked teasing her even more.

"I know you've worked very hard to grow those abs but if you keep exhibiting them, you'll be sick by tomorrow", she said not so politely.

"Maybe that's what I want?" I whispered.

"To fall sick?", she asked astonished.

"You never know", I winked.

"Let's go downstairs", she said pushing me back.

"Not before I've kissed you one l..." , and I kissed her before completing my own sentence.

She allowed my tongue to explore every inch of her mouth. She moaned into my mouth, and bit on my lips. It was an intense and rough kiss and we kept kissing until we couldn't breath anymore.

"One last time you meant?", she said gasping for breath.

"Maybe.... or maybe not?" I replied hopefully.

She chuckled.

Perhaps I'm the only person in the world who spent the night before the divorce, shamelessly kissing my wife.

200 comment aaya toh nahi, but many of you commented actually, so I thought of updating. Waise bhi aise chapter ko draft mein rakhne se paap hota hai 😂😭