Arjun-Draupadi Kalyuga FF ch31 - Page 100

Originally posted by: Krishnaa_Nair

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Originally posted by: sayee

Ditto!!!!!!!!!!!!!!😡

Originally posted by: shlvrv_Niva

I know I will sit to write a chap now.

Also...I am thinking that it is finally time to start bringing closure to the story. though it might take a number of chaps from the point where the story stands now.
actually i m traveling more and more for both professional and personal reasons, yesterday itself i took a flight to Indore in morning, gave a seminar the whole day, flew back and reached home at 12 at night. now i have to go to Ajmer to get something done. ...i hv never been to the city, but i think for follower of any religion the holy month of ramzan is good time to visit the city. its such a great coincidence that i hv to be in the city in next few days.

Originally posted by: shlvrv_Niva

I know I will sit to write a chap now.

Also...I am thinking that it is finally time to start bringing closure to the story. though it might take a number of chaps from the point where the story stands now.
actually i m traveling more and more for both professional and personal reasons.

Originally posted by: shlvrv_Niva

I know I will sit to write a chap now.

Also...I am thinking that it is finally time to start bringing closure to the story. though it might take a number of chaps from the point where the story stands now.
actually i m traveling more and more for both professional and personal reasons.

Chapter 64 - 18+ (the whole chap - so stay away kids)

She woke up with most intense mood. She had never dreamed something like that before. The feeling and experience were so real, it as if she herself was participant in the dream. Her husband was sitting on the bed looking down at her really naughtily. If she had been red, she turned even redder. Her embarrassment scaled a new high. She tried to snatch her hand which he was holding but he held on to it strongly. In fact her efforts of disentangling her hand from his were met with more teasing grin. Ohhh God - He knew what she had been dreaming about!

"whhh What are you doing here?" she mumbled.

"Watching over you" he answered, but his eyes told her another story. He was immensely enjoying her discomfort.

"You...ummm. ...You should not watch over a sleeping lady - its voyeuristic" she reasoned, trying to put the blame of her embarrassment on him. After all best form of defense was offense. She thought he would feel guilty because of voyeuristic comment, even ashamed and would quickly leave her alone to die in her embarrassment.

"Its not voyeuristic if a husband is watching his wife sleep" he said with a confident smile, which told her that he was very sure of his position in her life. "Besides you were the one who kept me here, by force actually"

"No I didn't" her denial came out instantly. Of course, she would not invite someone to watch over herself as she dreamt hot dreams.

"Ohh you can't deny that. Marks of your nails are all over my hand by now." he showed her red marks as if he had been made into a victim by her. There was that teasing tone in his voice, a laugh in his eyes, and his lips were wet, sending yet again not so innocent signals to her.

"No, No I couldn't have done that" she tried to disregard the proof of her own excited comatose behavior. But, Alas, he was not to be fooled.

"Are you denying that you were having a hot dream" he said in an almost purr while he played with loose end of her plait.

She looked down to hide her eyes. There was no way she would be able to lie. She had been dreaming about him doing all kinds of things to her. The result of that dream was all over her body in the form of universal blush, and over his arms in forms of red nail marks of over excitement.

"Are you going to hide that your hair was spread over the pillow as it happened" he said removing the rubber of her ponytail.

She sucked in breath as she relived that part of her dream again, when he had been on top of her, and he had opened her plait to let her hair spread all over the bed. In wakeful state too, he was doing the exact same thing. He was opening her plait, allowing more and more of her hair to breeze freely.

In moments he opened mass of her straight hair. "Are you not going to tell me that I must have smelled you hair in your dream" he said, and he came near her to smell her black, silky hair. She had shampooed it in the morning itself, and the sweet fragrance of her strawberry shampoo was still strong in her tuffs. He drew in breathe full of her aromatic hair. He kissed the ends of them, while she told herself to control her reaction. Who said that hair did not have sensation? Her body was getting heated just with some kisses from him on her hair.

"You can't be stingy enough to keep me out from this part of your dream" he said in her ear as he removed the part of her pallu from her stomach. She bent away from him, keeping her head on the headboard of his king size Diwan. He went down and planted a suckling kiss over the nod of her pallu free stomach. She looked sideways on the wall to stop herself from sighing in softly building excitement.

His head bobbled up and down as he kissed her from below the ribs to the line of her saree on her waist. She could see his bend down head, his hair, but not his face. That active image of his took registry in her mind, and it sent signals of alarm throughout her body. His hair was short, had it been long like in dream, even his hair would have been tickling on her stomach. She was thankful of that one mercy now. The dream and now this unexpected assault on her body and senses had taken away her ability to coherently think or say anything. A saner Panchali would have tried to take revenge on him for her embarrassment, but Panchali now was paralyzed in her place, fit only to enjoy and to be enjoyed.

Two of his thumbs were holding on her waist tightly, when he moved away from his place, the two thumbs left bruise marks of strong holding. He ran his hand over the already fainting marks. "Are you going to tell me you have gotten those marks for the first time" he whispered again. She could not deny it, so she remained silent. He placed his hand over her throat and strongly pushed it up. "Has it really happened for the first time?" he asked again, more boldly, more demandingly.

She waved her head in negation - no, she had love making bruises in her dream also, may be many times in this life also.

"Good" he said, and he rewarded her honestly by directly going down to her toes. "This is also not happening for the first time" he said as he kissed her feet. "You are not wearing toe rings now, but you used to wear them when we got married first" he said making circles around her digits. "And this is your invention" he said and he started kissing her inch by inch on her legs, as he lifted her saree inch by inch finally bringing it up to the knee level.

"Where do you think we should go from here now?" he asked looking directly in her eyes. His fiery Panchali generally had a love making idea of her own. This time too she kept on with that characteristic. She pulled one of her leg, so her knee was touching his chest now. She created distance between herself and him using that crouched leg.

His expression changed from confident to confused as he disliked the distance. She smiled for that small victory. Also for a moment he looked like a kid whose favorite candy had been snatched from him. She sat up to match with his eye level now. He waited for her to do as she wanted.

She took his lower lip between her own, and tasted the spice of it. She played with his lips until his strong hands started bending down. Arjun kept on leaning backwards, and within moments, she had him on his back, while she was on top of him. He was totally unaware of his position as he kept busy in kissing her back on the lips.

"I must tell you, that this also happened in the dream" she said, as she pointed towards their position. He grasped the situation, gave a smile of praise to her, and pulled her down again for a deep, thirst quenching kiss.

"You should than also tell me that this happened after change of position" he said as he opened the back hooks of her blouse. Her bare back was in his touch now, he rubbed it, making shapes of her shoulder bones, and thin shoulder line, all the while keeping her lips busy in kissing him.

"And you can't hide that this must have also happened" he said changing their position, so she was below him again.

She pulled him down, and answered in his ear "No I can't hide that".

He had already been excited when she had woken up, by now he was also fully excited. He had not even removed his cloths, everything was hidden from his body, but she felt she knew what his bare skin would feel like on hers, and what would he ultimately feel like when he merged with her. She might not remember their love making times, but her body was well aware of his.

She opened few buttons of his shirt with trembling hands. This was the first time she was going to witness her husband's body after her memory loss, but was certain that his body would be like a well sculpted statue, like the most expensive gift to her. Very fist she noticed a mole over his right chest. She gave it a kiss, and ran her hand over his tight chest. She put some force into her hand to challenge that tightness, but she lost the challenge, as his steel frame did not buzz under her effort. The muscles were crafted in marbles. She opened the rest of his buttons with same trembling hands, and the same certainty of her priceless gift. He was toned and solid all over. The ruggedness of a male was oozing out of that body. She ran her hand all the way to his abdomen. He had the muscles in perfect dose, not too much to make him rigid, not too little to make him feeble and thin.

The buckle of his belt squeezed against her stomach. The cool feeling of metal against her bare skin increased the warmth flowing in her body. She played with the latch of the buckle, but could not open it with her exited trembling hands. Taking pity over her struggling self, he took off the belt quickly with his trained hands.

"The cloths are different" she said

"What cloths?" He asked, having been busy with effort of taking off her Saree pin.

"Our cloths, we were having some kind of costume play" She answered.

He stopped midway in removing her Saree. And then he suddenly started laughing "ohh God, every time this happens, you think its Cosplay..." He said wiping tears of mirth away from his eyes.

She felt miffed. What was he laughing about at this moment?

"Ohh God, you are really Kinky!!!! Not the first time, this is actually the second time you have talked about costume play" he said while still laughing.

"ohh I don't now anything...You yourself are kinky looking down at your wife when she is having dreams" she tried to play her game.

He sobered up "yes I might be kinky...only for you...I always want to be as near you as possible. And you know what?" he said looking straight in her eyes.

"What?" she asked feeling hot due to his stare.

"I am very very ready for you right now, I don't want to wait even a single second. ...I want to already"

Just then a very loud knock came on the door.

"Arjun - how long have you been there with my daughter? Come out now, I want to take my daughter to her home" Drupad's voice came with a hefty dose of anger in it.