SS - Khadoos Laad Governor -New Snippet: Pg28 & 29 - Page 15

super what a gr8 SS...

mmm that was burning hot ...😳

AWESOME SS..loved all the parts

Part II

"Hai Devi Maiyya." Khushi looked up hesitantly into his eyes.

"WHAT THE..." fury danced in his eyes. "My white shirt! Now look what you have done. Itni careless kyu ho? Dekh ker nahi chal sakti kya?" [Why are you so careless, cant you see where you are going?]

"Arre humne to mehendi lagayi hai aur nimbu laga rahe the...aap bhi to dekh chal sakte hai?" [Oh, i have mehendied hands and i was putting lemon on them. Cant you see where you are going?]

"Yeh mera ghar hai aur mai jaise bhi chahu kar sakta hoon!" he inched closer to her [This is MY house i can go wherever i want to]

"Haan toh? Yeh mera BHI ghar hai. Toh main bhi jaise chahoo chal sakti hoon." [Yea so? This is my house too] She met him eye to eye a little fear danced in the flecks of her honey eyes as she inched backwards. Arnav felt his anger ebb away, she looked stunning in her red sari her long hair left out. They stood staring at each other frozen, him lost in the desires she invoked in him and her in the possibility of her volatile husband exploding again. He broke the spell;

"upar kar kya rahe ho? Yeh mehendi sab jagah lagani hai kya?" [What are you doing upstairs? You want to get the mehendi everywhere?]he gestured towards her hands.

"Woh nahane ke time pe mangal sutra utari thi aur pehna bhool gayi. Nani daat rahi thi toh lene ayi thi." [I forgot my mangalsutr in the shower and nani scolded me for not having it on so i came to get it] She paused waiting for him to scold her again for something but he stepped back a bit allowing her to come into their bedroom. She nodded her thanks and made to walk towards the bathroom when he called out "Ruko." [Wait] She turned around her eyes questioning him silently "you will get that stuff everywhere. Tell me where it is." He walked towards the bathroom, "Nahi kaafi sukh gaya hai dekhiye," [Its ok, its quite dry now] she showed him as a few flecks of the dried mehendi came to the floor" He shook his head "bathroom geeli hai, if this stuff gets into a drop of water it will stain. Aur pura dry hai to mera shirt ka kya?" [the bathroom is wet so if the flecks get into water it will just make a mess, and if its already so dry then what about my shirt] He wrenched his soiled shirt open and bent down to pick up the flecks of mehendi that had fallen from her hands onto the carpet. He was meticulously clean. She was not.

She swallowed her breath as she watched her bare chested husband bend over to pick up the mehendi bits. His toned muscles and chiselled abs bring a million sinful images to her mind. She swallowed quickly, "Shower mein hai." He disappeared into their bathroom only to reappear a moment later with the necklace in his fist. She put her hand out to take the chain. One of the girls downstairs would sure put it on for her.

As he looked at her outstretched palm his eye caught on to the name in the centre of her palm. His own name drawn intricately onto her delicate palm. He imagined her blushingly tell the mehendi artist his name and watch lovingly as it was drawn upon her palm. He imagined those very hands run up the sides of his face lovingly under the cloak of darkness. The hands fist in his hair whispering out his name begging for release. "Uh...idhar aao, mein pehna deti. Tumse nahi hoga." [Come here, i'll put it on for you, you wont be able to] She walked up to where he was standing by the dresser, he walked around behind her and in one swift movement swept the hair from her back across her shoulder, never taking his eyes off hers in the mirror.

How could he be so intimidating yet so alluring she thought to herself. His eyes held love passion and also a need to dominate. She was heady with desire and could feel a familiar warmth start to grow low in her stomach. Her lips parted involuntarily and didn't go unnoticed by her husband. He clasped the chain around her neck humbled and empowered at the same time at the thought that she wore that around her neck as a symbol of their alliance. That to the world she was spoken for and if anyone so much as to dared to look at her with a wayward glance, he would do a lot more than speak. The vein at his temple throbbed at the idea of anyone else with his wife.

His anger gave birth to his passion. He had to have her. He untied the dori at the back of her blouse in the process letting her pallu fall to the ground.

"Yeh aap kya..aaah" she couldn't finish her sentence as he had buried his face into her neck creating havoc with his lips, his teeth and his tongue. His hands ran up the bare expanse of her back unclasping the little flower clip. His hands found their way way around her waist and tugged at the string of petticoat unravelling her sari and she watched as the mass of fabric lay in pool at her feet.

A blush of embarrassment crept over her as he raised his eyes from her neck and watching his wife standing helplessly in the mirror, the red blouse held up only because she had her arms tightly by her side giving him an even better view of what lay hidden behind, her shapely legs together, one bent lightly at the knee and another wave of carnal desire hit him. Those legs would part for him. He picked her up and carried her to the bed.

"Dekhiye.." she called out desparately to her husband who was quickly unfastening the buckle of his belt. His stopped her mid sentence with his lips, pushing her backwards onto the bed with his body.

"No hands, or you'll get the bed dirty" he whispered huskily into her ears.

He pushed her blouse down only to be hit for a moment with the dilemma that sliding it off her would mean smearing her mehendi. So instead he ripped the flimsy fabric and she yelped. Why that turned him on even more he had no idea, but he was after all a man and since the blood supply had been channelled away from his brain to somewhere much below he stopped trying to reason about the effect his wife had on him. Her nude bra suffered the same fate as her blouse. The only thing she wore was the mangalsutr. He took a taut nipple in his lips and twirled it around in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth, pulling, sucking nipping. Her hands involuntarily started to make their way towards his hair, to hold him tight to her to signal him not to stop and that she loved the feeling, but just before they could make contact she felt stronger hands hold her elbows and push back pinning her down to the bed.

"I said NO HANDS." His voice was raspy but he was still in complete control. He bent down to her other breast. She whimpered in helpless pleasure, her sounds driving him to new heights. He pushed her knickers down and flung them over his shoulders. She felt his throbbing need pulsate at her centre and she instinctively raised her legs wrapping them around his hips anchoring him to her. He entered her in a swift motion sheathing himself completely in her intimate warmth. He drove in his urgency rocking her to the rhythm of their own ecstasy. He whispered her name over and over each time becoming more of a challenge. "Look at me" he commanded, he wanted to reach his height by looking into the object of his every desire. She followed his command bringing them both to their releases.

He rolled off her gently and eased himself a little lower, so that his head could rest on her heaving breast. She bought her arms around his, careful to ensure her mehendied hands didn't come into contact with his face. He opened his eyes to see another name inscribed ornately into the side of forearm.

"Khadoos Laad Governor"

He smirked and closed his eyes.

Loved it!
It was so sensual and passionate. Khadoos Laad Governer indeed!

that was very hot cheeks are burning and ears are smoking lol thanks for the translations and the pm loved it

kya baat hai, I am speechless.

so hot & passionate 😳