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Hello! Dekho ye OS do baat ki khushi me hai. One, I became a goldie, which absolutely wouldn't have been possible without any of your love, support and encouragement (varna maine to blue se hi chipke rehna tha!). Thank you, my beautiful people! Second, gulneet ki tarah mai bhi bhool gayi thi ki 6 month anniversary hai aaj but our resident doctor, Priya, reminded us with a beautiful post!
Isiliye socha khaas aap logo ke demand par kuch acha sa likh du and ye thoda thoda likha tha. And unlike gulneet, mai public demand maanti hu isiliye complete kar ke post kar diya harharaike!
And all the silent readers, thank you to you guys too! Bas kabhi-kabhi kuch likh bhi diya karo yaar!
This is a follow-up to You're my lolita as many of you wanted!
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Being ignored by his own wife sucks, he knows that. But it really hurts when the said wife doesn't even ask him whether he has had dinner as she flits around the huge hall, always surrounded with people he barely recognises. In the end, it is Soumya who forces him to eat two pooris with aloo after it gets quite late. He looks around with a dejected sigh, as the guests finally begin to leave. His wife is at the door with Annika, waving them off with a smile plastered to her face, covered head-to-toe in blue silk.
"Bhaabhi naaraz hai, hai na?" he turns around to look at his sister. He nods in agreement.
"Zarur aapne kuch kiye honge," she muses.
"Haa, saari galti to meri hi hai na," he snaps at the chubby woman sitting beside him without intending to. "I'm sorry. I just..." he follows it up with an apology only to have her laugh at him.
"Mai aapko blame nahi kar rahi, bade baal wale bhaiya. Bas stating the facts. And vaise bhi maine to aapki hi side lena hai har baar, bhaabhi aur aapke beech me," she shrugs nonchalantly.
"Jaanta hu. Par vo naaraz hai ab, mai kya karu?" he asks briskly with a fond smile.
"Unhe manaana to aapse behtar kisiko nahi aata. Aapko pata hai kya karna hai. Go for it," she urges him. He looks at her with a twinkle in his eyes as he formulates a plan before dropping a kiss to her head and getting up to look for his wife who seems to have disappeared in the time he has been talking to Soumya.
"Thank you," he whispers gratefully before sprinting off.
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He walks in to a surprise. Unexpectedly, his wife is not on the bed. She has claimed the green recliner. He locks the door, wondering the reason until it finally hits him. She abandoned the bed because she probably knew that he would try to sweet-talk his way on the bed. And choosing the recliner as the place to sleep solves that problem. He smirks to himself as he thinks out the solution to it while she fakes sleep before marching to their bathroom with his kurta in hand.
She has her eyes closed when he comes out so he takes the opportunity to slowly lie down in the tiny space left on the recliner. The fact that his wife is extremely tiny helps as he curves his larger frame on the recliner. He feels her stiffen at his move. A moment later, he nuzzles his face in the back of her covered neck before moving to nibble on her earlobe. Her heart starts pounding against her chest at the proximity. She takes a few moments to gather her own nerves together.
"Aapki inhi harkaton ki vaje se aapko saza mili hai aaj. Bhool gaye?" she taunts him, moving her head out of his reach.
So he trails her hand over her waist, a barely there touch, moving them up until she turns around with a frown to face him. He looks adorable, his huge body curled beside her in the small barely-there space. She almost forgets the reason she is angry with him. Almost.
"I'm sorry." this time the apology is not half-hearted. She still doesn't give in.
"Kaha tha na aapse ki choona nahi hume?" she glares at him, slapping his hand away.
"To mai tumhe kaha choo raha hu? See, my hands are on your dress?" he touches her neckline for demonstration, finger millimetres away from where a hickey is now visible in the faint moonlight.
"The dress is on my body! Ek hi baat hai! Aap hume phir uljhaane lage apni baaton me?" she growls. It does nothing to calm down the desire that rages through him.
"Mai kaha uljha raha hu? Ek kaam karo, yeh hickeys ki vaje se naraazi hai na? To tum bhi mujhe hickeys de do," he smartly suggests, one arm snaking itself around her waist and pulling her against his body.
"Hume koi shauk nahi hai. Hum jalte nahi hai. Aap jaaiye yaha se," she closes her fingers around his wrist to yank his hand off her. He doesn't move his hand anyway, instead inches closer.
"Tum bin... jaaaon kaha?" he isn't really singing. It is more like a question, a silent whisper against her cheek, almost forcing a smile on her lips.
"Apne bed par. Aur kaha jaayenge?" she narrows her eyes at him.
"Tum bhi chalo na," he looks at her with a grimace.
"Hume nahi aana aapke saath," Gauri looks away from him this time. Because it is very hard to not give in to the pleading look in his eyes.
"Reh bhi sakoge tum kaise? Ho ke mujhse judaa?" he murmurs again, quite near her lips. One look at his smouldering gaze coupled with his husky voice and she melts, against her will just as he knew she would. She tilts her head up and initiates a light kiss that accelerates at a lightning fast pace, as is always the way with them. In a matter of seconds, he has her pinned under himself, his weight pressing her further on the recliner with mouth urgent against hers in a ravishing kiss. Her fingertips move over his cheekbone before delving into his long hair as her back arches in pleasure.
His lips move down then, leaving a nibble on her jawline on the way to her neck. A moment later, he groans when the high neck of her dress gets in his path. She chuckles at his frustration and he pulls back with a frown on his face.
"I wont hesitate to rip it off," he threatens in a throaty voice that sends ripples of pleasure down her spine. There is the glint of victory in his eyes as he smirks down at her that somehow forces her to keep the facade of anger up for just a little while more.
"Do that and I'm staying on the recliner for the whole week," she counters back. At her words, he stares at her with wide eyes before giving in and burying his face in the crook of her neck with a groan.
She pulls his face up by with a harsh tug to his hair.
"Ow!! Woman! That hurts!" he yelps in pain.
"Are you hungry?" she ignores his exclamation.
"Bohot jaldi yaad aayi pati ki," he complains with a frown.
"Hum to naaraz the. Par aapki behen naaraz nahi thi aur hume pata hai ussne aapko bhooka nahi rakha hoga. To apna drama band kijiye," she slaps his chest lightly before freezing.
"Yeh kurta?" She whispers a a question, her fingers reaching out on his chest to touch the buttons. The kurta is her favourite one and has certain memories attached to it that never fail to raise a blush on her cheeks.
His only response is a tiny smirk. She slowly starts freeing the first button before working her way through the rest of them with increasing speed.
"Jaanta tha you won't be able to resist this kurta," he has a Cheshire cat grin plastered on his face. She wipes it off by unhooking tiny hooks of her dress and pulling it back to expose her shoulder. His hands are suddenly everywhere, leaving a trail of fire in their wake even through the layer of clothing before he settles down with a moan to quickly work on making more marks to match the present ones on her body until she is writhing with need under him.
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My obsession with that kurta (if you guys know which one!) simply refuses to go away and I'm not sorry! Not one bit.
And I'll reply to all your lovely pms later as I'm here just to quickly post this before the moment is lost!
Ye Hai Mohabbatein
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