OS: A Magical Night

The night was beautiful and serene, the moonlight flitting through the windows. It gave an ethereal look to the contents of the room. The warm glow of the moon highlighted the lone face of the woman sitting on her bed eagerly waiting for her husband to arrive. A shy smile played on her lips thinking about him, the love of her life. The long tresses were left unbound to flow over her slender shoulders. She draped herself with a beautiful red saree, her husband's favourite.

Something about tonight, made her heart skip a beat. Maybe the atmosphere itself spoke volumes of the desire burning within herself. She clutched her Mangalsutra with her hand, playing with the beads and the diamond studded pendant. It had a warm feel to it. The sense of belonging to that special person of your life.

She looked around the room once again, to make sure everything was in its rightful place. She smoothened out the creases on the bed, the soft bedspread caressing her delicate fingers. She glanced at the clock. It was time for him to arrive.

Just then she heard footsteps in the corridor outside their closed bedroom door. She instantly knew it. He was here.

Within a couple of seconds, she heard the door open and saw him entering the room with his briefcase in his hand. He looked around surprised to see the room covered with darkness. At first, he didn't notice her sitting on the bed. But then as his eyes adjusted themselves to the darkness, he noticed her face, covered with the glow of the moon.

To say she looked beautiful would be an understatement. She looked completely out of the world.

"Why are you sitting in the dark?" he asked as he stepped towards her.

"I love the moonlight. Hence I thought for a change, I would like to enjoy its beauty." She said smilingly. He couldn't help but smile back at her. Everyday he seemed to be discovering new things about his wife and she never ceased to surprise him. Maybe she was a bit weird, but she was nonetheless perfect for him. He then thought about keeping the lights off for her sake, if she really enjoyed it.

"How was your day?" she asked taking his briefcase in his hand and going towards the cupboard to give him his night clothes.

"It was good, but tiring as usual. There were so many meetings to attend." He said sitting on the bed and removing his shoes and socks. She came to him and stood beside him, holding his clothes out to him. He took the clothes and went to the bathroom to freshen himself up.

When he came out an idea flashed to his mind. She was staring out of the window into the night sky, when he went and locked the bedroom door with a slight click. Hearing the slight sound, she turned around to see him near the door.

"What are you doing?" she asked suspiciously raising her eyebrow.

"I'm just making the night more magical for you." He said taking slow small steps towards her.

She saw him go towards the table and retrieve an incensed candle from the drawer. He lit it up using a lighter, adding some light into the darkness of the room. From the light of the candle, she could see a mischievous smile playing on his face. She felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach, apprehensive about what was about to follow.

He slowly walked towards her, each step causing her anxiety to grow. She nervously clutched the sides of her saree and lowered her eyes, unable to withstand the intense stare of her husband. She felt her cheeks growing warmer as he finally came and stood in front of her.

With his index finger, he gently lifted her chin to meet his gaze. He placed his other hand firmly on her waist and pulled her towards him.

"You look beautiful today." he whispered into her ears in a husky voice, causing her to burn with desire. She looked into his eyes and saw the same desire engulfing him. Her cheeks blushed crimson and involuntarily placed both her hands on his chest.

The feel of her hands on his chest was enough for him to take things ahead. He slowly bent his head forward and placed a soft sensuous kiss on her jawline. That tickling sensation was enough for her to tightly grip his shirt and bury her head into his chest with shyness.

He loved every effect he was having on her. He ran his hands over the soft creamy skin of her back, caressing it along the way.

He buried his nose into her hair, taking in the sweet fragrance of the jasmine shampoo. Her fragrance was intoxicating his senses, stirring his body with burning desire like never before. He glided his hand to the back of her blouse and slowly undid her dorie with a swift move, startling her. She pulled apart from his chest and whispered, "Not now. We have to go down for dinner." And went away towards the door.

But he had some other plans for tonight. As soon as she moved away from him, he caught hold of the pallu of the saree from behind. She stopped dead on her tracks as she felt him hold her saree from behind. She turned around to face him. But it was too late. With one swift movement, he pulled the saree with such an enormous force, she came crashing on to his figure.

"You are not going anywhere Jaan!" he growled menacingly into her ears and pulled the pleats of her saree apart, dropping down the fabric clumsily to the floor. He could see her chest heaving with excitement, her lips quivering with desire. He pulled her more close to himself and buried his face on her neck, kissing it passionately and letting his tongue roll all over her creamy skin.

In reply to his action, she arched her neck back, closing her eyes with pleasure, enjoying every single bit of it. She managed to rummage her fingers through his hair, clenching it in between her fingers, intensifying his need for her all the while.

He lowered his mouth down to her cleavage. He pulled out the already undone blouse from her body, giving him full access to those tantalizing curves that begged to be devoured by him. She let out a moan, confirming him that she was enjoying every bit of it.

He bit into the soft flesh, enjoying the taste of her skin on his tongue. He pulled apart from her to see her reactions on her face. The moonlight and the soft candle glow was only making her look more sensuous than ever before. She opened her eyes, when she felt him move away from her. She saw him observing her with mischievous smile.

Before she knew it, he lifted her hands to his clothes and ushered her to remove them for him. She willingly obliged and soon they were stripped off of every barrier that was hindered their bodies from uniting.

He carefully lifted her in his arms and placed her on their bed. The only ornament on his wife was her mangalsutra, which was beautifully adorning her bare body. He felt a sense of pride seeing it on her. It claimed her to be his. Only his.

He hovered on top of her and supported himself on his elbows on either side. Starting from her midriff, he glided upwards to her neck, placing warm moist kisses on the way. He bent forward to capture her lips with a gentle yet passionate kiss. She immediately held on to his shoulders, rubbing her hands back and forth on his bare back, feeling every inch of the muscle in there. The feel of his lips on hers was enough to turn her on.

Letting go of all her anxiety and inhibitions, she spread out her legs and wrapped it around his waist, giving him full access to her. He gazed into those beautiful eyes that glinted with absolute love for him and thrust into her, eliciting out a moan from her.

She felt waves of absolute mind numbing pleasure rising up her body with every thrust into her. He never let her break their eye contact. He wanted to see her rising to ecstasy. He wanted to make love to her to an extent where she would forget everything around her and cry out his name with absolute pleasure.

Alternating between kisses and licks, he sped up, hanging on to her like a drowning man, until finally he felt her shudder with ecstasy. She moaned out his name with such a pleasure, that the sound of her voice was enough for him to reach the zenith.

They both lay, intertwined with each other, panting and gasping for breath after a mind numbing experience. He rested his forehead on hers, enjoying every moment with her. He saw a faint smile forming on her lips and reciprocated it back. He pulled out from her and rested on her side, consumed with bliss. He gently ran his fingers over her cheek, pushing behind the strands of hair covering her face.

She snuggled closer to his body, resting her head on his chest. She loved the whole aftermath feeling of it.

He entwined his fingers with hers and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles and wrist.

The night was beautiful and ethereal. The moonlight shone on their bodies, the candle witnessed their passionate night. The flames danced to the tune of their song, casting brilliant shadows on the walls. The silence surrounding them spoke about their unsung love.

She looked up to his face and whispered, "I love you Akashji." To which he replied, "I love you too Payalji."

Seriously tell me, how many of you guys imagined Arnav and Khushi the whole time until the very last line.😆

Buha ha ha!😈 I'm evil and I know it!😎 And yes! Happy April Fool's Day. This was my way of fooling you all.

But it was hot and good right? If yes hit the like button and leave your comments. And come on! Even Payash can have a romantic night like this. They are also human beings with needs.😉😆

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