RiKara OS - TO A NEW BEGINNING

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TO A NEW BEGINNING

Hoon Main Teri Malang ... Tu Hi Mera Nasha'

He hit the brake of his car finally reaching the parking of the Oberoi mansion quite late in yhe might. It had been a troublesome 25 minute drive in the everlasting Mumbai traffic but finally he was home ... not to the majestic shelter but to his beloved ... his Gauri. The reason of his overpowering happiness is their recently confessed love. With the urgency of emotional dependence ... the truth remains that his body yearned for her ... his stubborn heart took all the sweet time not for him to accept but admit to his wife that he was in love with her but the defense of all his bodily systems had collapsed a long time ago ... he wanted to hold her, touch her, kiss her

A guiltless urge flounced through his nerves when he thought of her lips ... pink and full. Little did she realize of what all he observes when she keeps aimlessly blabbering... Erotic provoking images developed in his mind of what all can be done with her mouth to encumber all her endless talks ... incessantly thinking about her ... he walks towards the main door of his house to catch a glimpse of Shivika in the lawn ... Shivaay ran behind anika and she was continuously shouting ...

"Billuji aapna bohot CHEAPDE ho gaye hain!

Omkara giggled understanding what Anika meant and now he was able to relate himself with the condition of his brother. Both of them tried consoling each other babyishly many a times. Knowing how Anika had reacted to the intimate efforts of her husband, Om started thinking about his own circumstance and how it would be unbearable for him if Gauri does something weird to ignore him and his advances!

Now that he had to walk more than a hundred baby steps across the hall ... Omkara unlocked his phone to check the mails and messages and then he read the message which his wife sent an hour ago ...

"Come Home Soon Husband Kara "

Gauri was no way a texting person ... forget that! She was not even a phone person ... whenever she wanted him to be around, she just gave a call. Thinking exactly the same Omkara rushed towards his room. What could have happened now? What sort of trouble has his crazy little thunder blunder invited? What is wrong with her? Omkara was going crazy. Vainly calling for her thrice ... he pushed open the door of their room ...

Astonishment awaited him. The room looked totally different with more than hundred diyas glowing golden to grace his paintings and sculptures. All the little flare holders designed and painted differently. He knew Gauri made all of them ... their tastes in executing art were very different. He was proud of his wife putting in so much of effort but why exactly does she need to do it? He was horrified thinking about Shankarji and doubtful whether the Pagli Chirraiyya has planned any kind of overnight prayer meet in their room! He wanted to cry imagining how Anika will shout all the devotional songs ... Dadi will come with the dholki, Jahnvi will ring the prayer bells with Pinky doing Oh-My-Mata of the Manjiras and the most terrifying scene will be how Rudra is going to dance when all the ladies sing! Thinking about some comical memories, Om was going crazy... and he wanted to sleep!

"GAURI!!! ... he called for her impatiently ...

Before seeing her ... he felt that the air was different. It was sweet, faint and somehow strong... the noticeable vapors were soothing him. The fragrance was not absolutely indistinguishable for him; it was lemony gainsaying the solid sandalwood with a tinge of pine on some burning coal. These resins were calming his mind, it felt different ... it was the scent of divine. It helped him unwind after a tiresome day ... it was now that he began expecting a surprise from Gauri.

He smiled seeing her delicate silhouette amidst the fragrant mist. She walked towards him with a confident smile as he gaped at how her duppatta slid down her shoulder to expose her collarbones ... till then he was busy admiring the intricate foil print of her red lehenga. She was lucent but looked beautiful as the smoldering scent embraced her body ... he noticed the Dhanuchi in her hand when she came to him to make him realize the tranquil consequences of burning sensations ... the room was hypnotically warm. The sandalwood was too tantalizing for his peace of mind ... he fought an automatic shiver because of their proximity and the gorgeous depth of her chest merely saved by the outlining of her blouse was teasing him more than enough.

Gauri kept the Dhanuchi on one of his sculpture tables and turned to greet him with a mischievous grin ... he was about to say something when her finger pressed against his lip with her other hand directing his hold in the slender of her back. A moan came from the back of her throat as his body melded in her soft curves. She was sparkling crimson feeling him so close. From beneath her now stuttered eyelids ... she watched him as he could not stop staring at her wanting to say something romantic but he went blank torn between a sudden aroused desire and passionate longing.

Even their silence was opulent but she had least expected it ... she was dying to get affected by his romantic tone of voice. Not able to accept the stillness she gathered courage to tiptoe and whisper ...

"Thought of worshipping you today, love

She nibbled his ear making him gasp in shock. He cursed his mind which used to believe that the most romantic endeavors of his wife include Glukoj Biskoot Waali Chai', Bareilly Ke Jhumke' & glasses of iced water not letting him sleep with his hot and hard feelings. He melted under those small hands that were on his neck reaching his shoulders. He brushed a tendril from her brow and could not stop himself from caressing her face. As his warm palms worked up her bare back to do so ... undeniable waves of awareness were crafted in her being, her whole body leapt in sensual shock. It felt so good, so right.

He took her mouth into his as she flattened her hands on his chest. He was not at all rough or particularly gentle but he kissed her with the strength and sureness of a man who knew what he wanted. She was thankful to his brewing feasts that he tasted like coffee... a little sweet ... a little tart. She was unresponsive to begin with not knowing how to react to such human contact. He helped her relax as his fingers massaged the skin of her spine and gradually she let him lead the way. Gauri enjoyed his firm but not at all forceful grip as her lips softened to better fit into his. His tongue probed in the orifice from the lining of her mouth and then everything changed with a fierce rush of long driven intensity. She had to unwillingly stop him ... cursing the unkind oxygen. The way her chest rose and fell heaved into him gave a lot of soul food for his imagination to devour.

Being this close to Omkara was not easy for Gauri. The way he chose to treat her was beyond the very end of all her bated breath. This man was proving to be someone she could happily give up her life for. He made her body feel weak and vulnerable curing all her heartache. Her hands pleaded some support from her shoulders as she glanced in his dark eyes which felt like deepest of amber in fading light. A tension built up in the atmosphere in the moment she touched his face to be in marvel of the symmetry of his features. It was after some time that her fingers clutched his shirt to break some buttons and then possessively stroke his exposed torso.

Gauri's pulse hammered, her heart was racing as his breathe fanned through her skin. he was furnace hot. Time stood still as Omkara's grip loosened around her because in that one energizing moment, he was mystified because of all her ways. The passage of blood though his veins seemed to slow and thicken as she stepped backwards wanting to be playful with him. Her skin was so soft craving for his touch, her angelic face, her intriguing eyes; her body perfectly proportioned for his physique, her freshness was so delectable. He paid attention to every detail of her body and made sure that he will everything that will help her moan ...

She turned to walk away leisurely pinning out the red rose out of her lose bun and then crumpling the flower for the petals to slither on the floor, her long tresses fell on her back. He loved her beautiful hair but right now it was the very reason that he was not able to admire his favorite mole on her upper back. She stood to observe him with just her head turned with a flirtatious smile. Knowing his intentions she brought her hair to one side on her shoulder and then walked to sit on the edge of the bed waiting for him. He lazily walked to her with a conquering smile while she got rid of her earrings and then pulled out her necklace for the outline of pearls to break and fall on the floor. Her lehenga seaming with the edge of the bed was creating chaos in his senses. The way she touched and massaged herself to invite him was ruthlessly evoking his wild streak.

Om leaned to caress her hair and then griping them bit the edge of her chin. He kissed her shoulder, collarbone and the soft spot above her chest. Drunk in desire, she wanted to touch him as well but she lost control over her body as his hands slid lower and lower. She wrapped her arms around his neck when his lips claimed her mouth and his tongue was exploring her ... Her fingers sunk in the thickness of his hair demanding more as she stroke her tongue against his and felt a shudder ripple over his body. Breathing along she moved backwards to lay and turn on the bed, he was eagerly stiffening.

She could feel how effortlessly he broke the hook of her blouse and then his lips created a trail of hot kisses till the small of her back and then ever so slowly he let the clingy brocade slip down her chest easing one shoulder at a time helping himself to experience something that felt better than fantasies. She turned to feel him when he lovingly fondled with the firm proportion of her beautifully sculpted chest. She arched her back as her fingers clutched the bed sheet so tightly that some part of the soft cotton fabric gave up and tore apart. She knew it was going to take a lot of will power to allow him slowly unwrap the rest of her apparel. His beard teased the skin of her abdomen as she moaned breathlessly. Both of them became more inflamed, their breathe erratic.

Om eased her as she quivered in anticipation. He dipped his tongue in her bared skin and laved over the puckered knot of her navel as his teeth touched it with a gentle scrape and she buried her fingers in his skin to hold on, stay afloat to the wave of arousal and affection crashing over her. He held the tied hem of her lehenga to rip it. Taking her wrists in his hand he laced his fingers through hers and just stared for a moment as she caught her breathe. She looked beautiful as his eyes swept over her disheveled form. It was going to be difficult for him to continue at such deliberate pace but he was a man who liked that his woman satiated before he completely took over.

He loved the way she was surprised as he kissed her inner thigh. She tasted like the fall of rain and the sweet smell of decaying leaves. Feeling the heat, his tongue parted her to delve and dip in her sweet nectar; with gentle kisses he explored every nook and cranny of her. Low primal sounds filled the room as she pushed on flicking and she trembled beneath him liberating delicious fluids. Her face scarlet, sweat beaded on her forehead with a crooked smile as the thigh resting on his shoulder brushed as he raised his head and her foot pushed him away as an odd display of affection. He loved the way she did all the talking... curious and impatient.

She bit her lip as he pierced through her with utmost care ... tears of a painful bliss streamed down her face. Firm and powerful ... she was for the worldly ways, right now in his arms... she bled for him. He kissed her deeply, their tongues swirled. It felt incredible to taste herself in his mouth, Both of them panting in unison. Her love, her distinct pervasive aroma filled him with desire. She is loud but it is only for him. Not orchestrated or done to impress, it is her body's natural response. He could feel her bucking wildly and she moans his name in approval. Her breathing stopped her muscles spasm and her eyes clench. She is amazingly responsive and appreciative.

Suddenly he increases the pace deeply grunting into her and she feels the effect knowing what this frenzied rhythm is going to do to her ... in her innermost wetness she feels his intrusion and her body tightens while she shudders into a long tumultuous climax that cleaves through her body and pulse. She loves their connectedness. He slows down a bit to kiss her and their tongues mingle. Smiling contentment she touches him and he withdraws to give her air to recoup.

Her toes curled in his calf muscles and so he forced his eyes to open observing her peaceful patterns of sleeping. He caressed all the red and purple marks realizing how sore she is, he smiled uncompromisingly because she will be reminded that she is his everytime she will try and move... it was now that she could understand the kind of effect she has on him. She snuggled the closest in him. This is where they belong ... together, in between the sheets ... naked he thought as he kissed her jawline and then her throat. This morning is deliciously unpretentious, relaxing and slow with a dust of sleep in her eyes, an arching back and an effortless giggle ... as he toyed with her gathering her and she writhe in pain. He grinned as the light of the day touched her face.

PS- This is what happened after Mrs. Zulfi Kara got a good ISHQBAAZI class from Dadi because the Oberoi Granny got to know about Anika's nervousness due to her Billuji's first night attempt!

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