*My special gift to everyone for the upcoming Valentine's Day*
For the past few days, Priya and I have been arguing all the time, it’s like she wants to be further away from me, won’t let me get closer, take care of herself.
She seems to think that this disaster happened because of me. I myself think so, but I can’t refuse intimacy with her, but she can. Although she also wants to be near, I feel it, I feel it with all my skin, when I am near, she is all stretched, but not from hostility, she wants to be mine, she wants me, longs to be with me, seeks to love and receive my love. And it keeps pushing. This woman is so hard to figure out, but I can not live without her and endure every day of pushing away and grumbling: "Don't do this, don't touch this, leave me."
Even that's what I like about her. If Priya has decided something for herself, she will not back down. It is a pity that now this applies to the two of us.
It's getting harder to bear. It’s good that her wounds have practically healed, you don’t have to worry about physical pain, but I still have to fight with my soul. If you don't give up then neither will Ram Kapoor!
This I learned from you, my bitter-honey scarlet rose.
But, by the way, she, again, is dissatisfied with something. Priya entered the room, slamming the door with a bang.
- Mr. Kapoor, why did you cancel a week of my lessons?!
- But you were after the accident, I decided that ...
- What have you decided?!!! How can you decide for me?!
"Your stubbornness is out of bounds!" You almost died!
- Do you have anything to do with this? On the verge of crying and angry frenzy, Priya screamed.
I am a wife, not the meaning of life, he walks there, through 2 rooms, but I didn’t know anything about it! I wouldn't have known if it wasn't for the lilies!
- Damn lilies! It's all in the past! I like roses! Ram shouted angrily.
At that moment, in the dark sky of Mumbai evening, thunder rolled and the wind rose, giving its cruel melody to the quarreling lovers.
- Ah well! How can I trust you after such a big lie?!
- You can't, you can't?
Like the silence outside the window, Ram's patience ran out, he grabbed Priya by the hand and painlessly but firmly pulled her out of the house.
- Where are you taking me?! Let me go!
“Where you hear me,” Ram said to his wife in a hard, curt whisper, right in the face.
Rain, we're going to him! Water will reveal the truth to your eyes!
Here's the coupon and don't hesitate to object! As was his habit, Ram abruptly snatched the coupon from his pocket and showed it to Priya.
She screamed in shock, "But you already used it!"
In time with her words, another clap of thunder sang its next melody.
- So you remember! You weren't drunk enough to forget, I knew that, but I was waiting for you to confess. Not only I know how to keep silent, bivi!
- Yes, I didn't say, so what?!
- And the fact that I know that you are also drawn to me, but you have been pushing me away for so long! It kills!
- Fine, die!
Only with you, dear. Ram's voice was low and dangerous, and a hand pulled the rain-soaked Priya so close that their lips and eyes were dangerously close.
The lightning they threw would rival the Mumbai sky today.
They competed for a few seconds, until Ram finally yelled, "I've had enough!" And he grabbed Priya's lip with his teeth, she tried to beat him and break free, but his wet, still strong body did not let her. And they didn't give lips. He forced her to succumb and penetrated the inside of his mouth as he had dreamed for a very long time, exploring every corner, drawing her into a fight no longer a conflict, but a love one.
After a few seconds, maybe centuries of pleasure, he felt that his wife bit his lip. How stubborn, how good, how pulling. Feeling the blood in his mouth, Ram burned even more, Priya did not lag behind, realizing what she had done, she began to suck the blood of her husband, at the same time caressing his entire mouth, as if trying to penetrate him entirely.
They stopped to catch their breath after a good 10 minutes, leaning their foreheads against each other, both chests heaving heavily, fingers pressed into their bodies. They were absolutely wet, but they felt not the cold, but the flame of reciprocity.
Do you still want to fight with me?
- Yes, I do, if the end of the quarrels is like this, Mr. Kapoor.
- Call me Ram, otherwise...
The continuation of the phrase was lost in the new kiss, like the words of love that did not need to sound, they were awakened in this moment when lips connected to lips. Breath became one for two.
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Geet - Hui Sabse Parayee
