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The Good Wife
CHAPTER 1 - PAGE 2
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He was waiting with his parents for his prospective bride. He had seen a picture of her and she was beautiful but so were all the other candidates. In fact he had just taken a random picture out of the bunch. He was tired of being pressurised and eventually gave in to them. He didn't believe in all that love dovey stuff so an arranged marriage was perfectly ok with him. The only thing he was worried about is that this girl wouldn't expect emotional involvement in this relationship. That was off limits and he would make it clear from the start.
Finally he saw her at the top of the stairs, she was with a friend. Her head was down and her friend led her down the stairs. When she got down she looked up and she had the brightest smile on her face. Wow, he thought, her picture didn't do her justice. She greeted his family and when she finally got to him she visibly did a double take and stared at him for a while. She almost looked surprised. He wasn't sure what to make of it.
She sat down and the rituals began and every so often her eyes found him. And when he looked back she would look away. Finally the rituals of the engagement were complete and their parents asked if they wanted to talk outside and they both agreed.
He felt a bit uncomfortable. He wanted to tell her that he was emotionally unavailable and wanted her to make sure she was ok with that. But he didn't have a chance.
"Wow, Yashji. You look so much hotter than your picture. And you looked pretty good in your picture" she giggled.
"I have heard a lot about you. You must have so many proposals, you rich and famous and attractive, no hot, and you chose me. Why? I mean I am plain and from a fairly average family. How did this happen?"
"Wait I know, you probably didn't choose me. You probably just gave into your parents demands and took the first proposal that you saw, am I right?"
He was amazed at her brilliant deduction. He didn't answer. Not that she gave him a chance to.
"No matter. It was the same for me. My parents wouldn't let it go this time as I am already 26 and they chose you. I must say it was a good choice. But just so we agree on a few things. I want to continue working, I am not interested in emotional involvement but I would really like us to be friends" she beamed at him as if everything she had said was perfectly natural.
"I guess" was all he could muster.
"Great, let's shake hands on it." She said still beaming.
"Aarti, Yashji" it's time to come inside now.
Two months later and he was standing in his bedroom with his new bride. She literally took his breath away when he first saw her as she was making her way to the mandap. Always smiling. He was nervous but she just looked radiant.
"Yashji, please help get this jewellery off. I am not used to wearing this heavy stuff. But at least everyone said I looked beautiful and you looked just like a prince, my husband" she giggled. "But seriously I am so tired, I just want to have a shower and sleep. And tomorrow I have to be up early to complete the rituals she continued as he was helping her take off her jewellery. Her proximity doing funny things to him.
When he was done helping her she smiled and said
"Thank you kindly Mr. Scindiya." She went to her suitcase and to find pyjamas. Oh no, I should have known better than to let Mansi pack my bag. She only packed these flimsy night things. Crazy woman. Do you perhaps have an old shirt or t-shirt for me to wear till I can get decent pyjamas from home?"
"Yes" he said and he gave her one of his old t-shirts."and she went to the bathroom.
He was totally baffled by her reaction to him. Women just fell for him all the time and this woman noticed him enough to tell him he is hot but not interested in anything else but friendship. What was he to make of this? She finally came out of the bathroom, wearing his t-shirt. She was quite a bit shorter than him and it hung mid-thigh but it never looked so good on him he thought. He grabbed his pyjamas and went to the bathroom. When he came out, she was sound asleep. On his side of the bed. He was exasperated. How was he going to sleep now? He couldn't sleep on the other side of the bed. So on his wedding night he tossed and turned and was very frustrated with how things had turned out. He felt totally out of control. He looked at her, she looked so much younger and beautiful in her natural state, with no makeup and he hair all over the place, over her face. He had the urge to take the hair out of her face, but instead he got up and went to sit on the bench on the balcony for hours until he was so exhausted that he had to go and lie down to sleep.
His family loved her. She was a fresh breath in their home. Always cracking a joke, laughing infectiously, and flitting about like a fairy. It seemed she couldn't walk anywhere, she was always running. Normally because she was always late. Her fervent admirers were Vendant and Vedhika. They did not want to leave her side for a minute as they had so much fun with her. They often even shared their bed or she would fall asleep in their room after story time. This of course also made her a favourite with Pankaj and Vidhi as they had more time to spend with each other. He could not fault her in anything. She was so good at stealing people's hearts.
She knocked into him as he came into the bedroom for the umpteenth time as she was rushing out. She was about to fall but he caught her.
"Sorry Yashji, I'm late. Ma is going to give me a scolding again. I'm always late for helping with dinner." she laughed.
He still held her in his arms.
"Mmm, you allways smell so good. I must get some of this fragrance for Prateek for his birthday." Prateek was her younger brother. "See you at dinner." and she was running down the stairs again."
How is it possible that he married the only girl in the world that didn't find him attractive, Well she found him hot apparently but not hot enough to want to take their relationship to the next level. And he was going crazy. She was pretty hot herself and living with her in the same room, seeing her in various stages of undress was his undoing, but she was unmoved. He hardly slept anymore. He had told her politely about his side of the bed, and she graciously apologised. But still he found it so difficult to sleep with her in the bed. He wanted her so badly.
At dinner they were the topic of conversation.
"So when are you two going to give me a grandchild" asked his mother.
"Ma, we have hardly been married 6 months" she said.
"I know, but if you start planning now, the baby will only be born in 9 months."
"Maybe I still want my handsome husband all to myself for a while longer she said laughing" his parents were now used to her outrageous comments and they merely laughed at it. He was embarrassed.
"I can understand that, but don't make me wait too long, bahu"
"Ok, Ma"
That night in bed she broached the subject with him.
"Yashji, what Ma said ..."
"What did Ma say?"
"About grandchildren."
"Oh" he said uncomfortably.
"What are we going to do about that?'
"Well, I hadn't thought about that" he lied.
"Neither did I?" She said pensively.
"Yashji, I think we should give it some thought"
"Mmm" he said
"I know we are only friends but do you think that you could possibly find me attractive enough to ... you know ..."
"No, please be more specific about what you are talking about." he smiled. For once she had no words.
"Yashji, stop teasing me. You know exactly what I mean."
"Aartiji, I am a man. I am always ready too ... you know ... and I am not the only one that is hot in this relationship you know."
"I said stop teasing" she threw him with one of the pillows at him." I see how all the ladies stare at you when we are out."
"And does that make you jealous."
"No, you are already mine, so they can stare as much as they like. Wait, you are not having anything on the side are you? It has been 6 months and you are a man. Do you have someone Yashji?"
"And what if I did?"
She sighed, "I don't know how I feel about that. I don't think I like the idea." she looked at him with a frown on her face.
She was so innocent for her age.
"I don't, Aartiji. I am a married man."
"But you have had so many girlfriends. Surely you must be ... you must want to ... I don't how to say it Yashji. You must be starved by now." She said blushing,
He laughed and he liked where this conversation was headed.
"Pretty much, yes"
"Do you want to, with me?"
"I wouldn't mind." he said his trying to stay calm. Wouldn't mind. He wanted to pounce on her right now.
"Now?"
Yes, yes, yes, he thought.
But instead he said,
"Think about it Aartiji. If you are absolutely sure we can decide when."
She looked at him for a long time. And then she said
"Ok, goodnight Yashji."
"Good night" he said preparing for yet another sleepless night.
The next morning, when he checked his e-mail at the office her saw there was one from her.
Dear Husband,
I have come to the conclusion that you are underutilised as only arm candy. So I am ready to progress from friends to friends with benefits, as I'd like to think of it. And I can't have any friends of mine starving, so meet me tonight at the The Boutique Hotel Bhopal for dinner and 7pm and you can decide on dessert. I have already decided.
RSVP by no later than 12 noon.
Dress code: Formal for the first part of the evening and TBA for the latter part of the evening.
Your's truly
Aarti (Your wifey)
He couldn't believe what he was reading. This was so like her. She just takes the bull by the horns as usual. He laughed out loud. He was very excited about tonight.
She was waiting for him in the hotel's restaurant when he got there. She looked stunning in a vintage cream lace cocktail dress. Her hair was in a tight bun with pearl earrings.
"Looking snazzy, Mr Scindiya she said."
"Not looking to shabby yourself Mrs. Scindiya."
"That's the best you can do?"
"Ok, let me try again. Mrs Scindiya, you look positively delectable. If we were not in public I might devour you right here."
She coughed as she was nearly choking on the piece of bread she was chewing.
"Water?" he asked innocently. He liked that the shoe was on the other foot now. Giving her a bit of her own medicine.
"We can order now." she said uncomfortably.
"Yes, let's order the first course. I can't wait for dessert." he said looking at the menu. From the side of her eye he could see she was looking at him nervously.
Dinner was done, too quickly for her and not soon enough for him.
"Aartiji, we can order dessert and go home afterwards if you like" he didn't want to put her in a position she didn't want to be in no matter how much he wanted her.
She was tempted to take the offer.
"Yashji, I want dessert. But we can have it oi the suite I reserved for us here."
"Aartiji, are you sure."
She nodded. She didn't want her resolve to waiver. She wanted to be a good wife.
She had reserved the honeymoon suite. He was impressed. She went into the bathroom and came out with a sexy short transparent chemise, but she was clearly not comfortable.
"Aartiji, we really don't have to do this?" He meant everyone word as much as he was so aroused at the moment. She looked so delicious.
"Don't you want to?"
"I really really want to, but ..."
"Then we will"
She came to stand in front of him and said.
"I don't know what to do. You have to show me."
He didn't need an invitation.
He took her in his arms and kissed her. He could feel her responding. He kissed her in the neck and she moaned. And then he put her mouth over her nipple over the chemise.
"Oh, Yashji" she moaned. "This feels so good" she rubbed her hands through her hair. She could feel her body doing funny things.
His hands went under the chemise and cupped caressed her bare back and moved down into her panties and caressed her bottoms.
"Your hands feel so nice. Did I tell you before how nice you smell?"
"Yes, and you don't always have to talk Aarti"
"I know, but ..."
He shut her up with his mouth and he moved her to the bed and lay her down and he removed her panties and his clothes
"I think we can keep this on, it looks to sexy too take off." he referred to the chemise.
"Ok"
He moved the fabric away from her breast and took the bare nipples in his mouth and she writhed in pleasure. And he moved all the way down. When his mouth was about to put his mouth on her most intimate part she frantically tried to move away.
"No, no Yashji. You can't do that."
"Why"
"I don't know. You just can't it's too ... it's too ..."
"Intimate?"
"Yes"
"Your right, that's why I want to do it. Relax, Aarti, you will enjoy it."
"No, I won't. How can I relax?"
"Ok, I won't do it then, for now." He kissed her again and soon she forgot herself again and he started to caress her there with his hand.
She moaned in pleasure. She writhed and moved against his fingers unable to stop herself. Until she lost complete control.
"Yashji" she screamed.
"Yash, baby, just Yash now", he said in her ear.
"Yes, Yash" she breathed.
"I want you Aarti. I want all of you. Can I have you?"
"Yes, please." she said.
He entered her as gently as her could, but the pain was still excruciating and her re-action wasn't what he expected. As usual.
She screamed in pain.
"Stop Yash. It hurts. I don't want to do this anymore please. Stop."
"That's the worst of it, it will stop hurting soon. Relax baby."
"No, it hurts. Take it out!"
He did as she asked and she started to cry bitterly.
"I'm sorry, but I can't ... I can't" she fled to the bathroom."
He sat on the bed, at his wits end with her. He was so frustrated and he felt guilty as well.
He got dressed and left.
He only saw the next evening when he came from work.
"I'm sorry she said"
"It's fine."
"Clearly it's not. You look angry"
"I said its fine."
"Yashji, please don't be angry with me. I thought I could do it but ..."
"But you couldn't. Yes, you said."
"What now?"
"I don't know Aarti. You know now that I want you. I won't make excuses for that. And I don't intend to be celibate for my entire married life."
"Will you give me some more time?"
"How long?"
"I'm not sure. I'm scared."
"Fine, but I am not waiting indefinitely Aarti. I am not made of stone."
A week later things were still pretty tense with them. She had gone shopping with Vidhi and dirtied her sarree. She tried to wear them as much as possible when she was at home. She decided to go and change her clothes. She locked the bedroom door as they were having problems with their bathroom door. She started removing her saree as soon as she got to the bathroom. She was practically in her underwear when she finally turned around as saw her husband sitting in the bath silently watching her."
"Yashji" she said in shock."
He got out of the bath, and his muscular, wet body made her catch her breath.
"Time is up Aarti" he walked towards her and she started walking backwards, till she came to a stop at the wall.
He pressed up against her with her wet body, she could feel his hardness against her. She was scared yet excited. He kissed and this time she responded immediately. Her hands caressing his wet back. He discarded the rest of her clothing, whilst his hands caressed her body and his mouth caught her already hard nipples.
He lifted her against the wall and her eyes closed and her body tensed in fear as he entered her. He didn't move but he continued kissing and caressing her body. It didn't hurt as much this time, and she relaxed and gave into the pleasure that he was making her feel. Then he started moving, thrusting and she totally lost herself, starting to meet each of his thrusts.
"Oh, Yashji"
"I told you not Yashji" he said, "Now say it"
"Yash, Yash, Yash." she said as she reached climax and he followed soon.
They were still in the same position coming down from the high they were on, still breathing heavily when she said.
"Yash, that was amazing. I thought this was only done in the bedroom at night. This was so shameless."
He lifted his head and looked at her.
"No Aarti, you are my wife, there was nothing shameless about that. But it was amazing. And no it's definitely not done only in the bedroom at night, but from now on it will definitely be done in the bedroom every night."
"Yash, she whispered. "Don't talk like that."
"Like that, about us in the bedroom."
"Why"
"Because, it's making me want to do it again. Can't you feel? Put me down now before I become even more shameless. I have to go and help bhabhi."
He laughed. "Shamelessness becomes you." he said and walked with her to the bath.
"You interrupted my bath and you will help me finish it now."
"But Bhabhi"
"I am your husband and I you do as I tell you. No show me what you want to do again" he said
"Me?"
"Yes you."
"No, she said shyly."
He lifted her by the hips and started moving her on him and quickly his help was not needed anymore as she went wild on top of him, water splashing everywhere until both of them were satisfied."
CHAPTER 1 - PAGE 2
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He was waiting with his parents for his prospective bride. He had seen a picture of her and she was beautiful but so were all the other candidates. In fact he had just taken a random picture out of the bunch. He was tired of being pressurised and eventually gave in to them. He didn't believe in all that love dovey stuff so an arranged marriage was perfectly ok with him. The only thing he was worried about is that this girl wouldn't expect emotional involvement in this relationship. That was off limits and he would make it clear from the start.
Finally he saw her at the top of the stairs, she was with a friend. Her head was down and her friend led her down the stairs. When she got down she looked up and she had the brightest smile on her face. Wow, he thought, her picture didn't do her justice. She greeted his family and when she finally got to him she visibly did a double take and stared at him for a while. She almost looked surprised. He wasn't sure what to make of it.
She sat down and the rituals began and every so often her eyes found him. And when he looked back she would look away. Finally the rituals of the engagement were complete and their parents asked if they wanted to talk outside and they both agreed.
He felt a bit uncomfortable. He wanted to tell her that he was emotionally unavailable and wanted her to make sure she was ok with that. But he didn't have a chance.
"Wow, Yashji. You look so much hotter than your picture. And you looked pretty good in your picture" she giggled.
"I have heard a lot about you. You must have so many proposals, you rich and famous and attractive, no hot, and you chose me. Why? I mean I am plain and from a fairly average family. How did this happen?"
"Wait I know, you probably didn't choose me. You probably just gave into your parents demands and took the first proposal that you saw, am I right?"
He was amazed at her brilliant deduction. He didn't answer. Not that she gave him a chance to.
"No matter. It was the same for me. My parents wouldn't let it go this time as I am already 26 and they chose you. I must say it was a good choice. But just so we agree on a few things. I want to continue working, I am not interested in emotional involvement but I would really like us to be friends" she beamed at him as if everything she had said was perfectly natural.
"I guess" was all he could muster.
"Great, let's shake hands on it." She said still beaming.
"Aarti, Yashji" it's time to come inside now.
Two months later and he was standing in his bedroom with his new bride. She literally took his breath away when he first saw her as she was making her way to the mandap. Always smiling. He was nervous but she just looked radiant.
"Yashji, please help get this jewellery off. I am not used to wearing this heavy stuff. But at least everyone said I looked beautiful and you looked just like a prince, my husband" she giggled. "But seriously I am so tired, I just want to have a shower and sleep. And tomorrow I have to be up early to complete the rituals she continued as he was helping her take off her jewellery. Her proximity doing funny things to him.
When he was done helping her she smiled and said
"Thank you kindly Mr. Scindiya." She went to her suitcase and to find pyjamas. Oh no, I should have known better than to let Mansi pack my bag. She only packed these flimsy night things. Crazy woman. Do you perhaps have an old shirt or t-shirt for me to wear till I can get decent pyjamas from home?"
"Yes" he said and he gave her one of his old t-shirts."and she went to the bathroom.
He was totally baffled by her reaction to him. Women just fell for him all the time and this woman noticed him enough to tell him he is hot but not interested in anything else but friendship. What was he to make of this? She finally came out of the bathroom, wearing his t-shirt. She was quite a bit shorter than him and it hung mid-thigh but it never looked so good on him he thought. He grabbed his pyjamas and went to the bathroom. When he came out, she was sound asleep. On his side of the bed. He was exasperated. How was he going to sleep now? He couldn't sleep on the other side of the bed. So on his wedding night he tossed and turned and was very frustrated with how things had turned out. He felt totally out of control. He looked at her, she looked so much younger and beautiful in her natural state, with no makeup and he hair all over the place, over her face. He had the urge to take the hair out of her face, but instead he got up and went to sit on the bench on the balcony for hours until he was so exhausted that he had to go and lie down to sleep.
His family loved her. She was a fresh breath in their home. Always cracking a joke, laughing infectiously, and flitting about like a fairy. It seemed she couldn't walk anywhere, she was always running. Normally because she was always late. Her fervent admirers were Vendant and Vedhika. They did not want to leave her side for a minute as they had so much fun with her. They often even shared their bed or she would fall asleep in their room after story time. This of course also made her a favourite with Pankaj and Vidhi as they had more time to spend with each other. He could not fault her in anything. She was so good at stealing people's hearts.
She knocked into him as he came into the bedroom for the umpteenth time as she was rushing out. She was about to fall but he caught her.
"Sorry Yashji, I'm late. Ma is going to give me a scolding again. I'm always late for helping with dinner." she laughed.
He still held her in his arms.
"Mmm, you allways smell so good. I must get some of this fragrance for Prateek for his birthday." Prateek was her younger brother. "See you at dinner." and she was running down the stairs again."
How is it possible that he married the only girl in the world that didn't find him attractive, Well she found him hot apparently but not hot enough to want to take their relationship to the next level. And he was going crazy. She was pretty hot herself and living with her in the same room, seeing her in various stages of undress was his undoing, but she was unmoved. He hardly slept anymore. He had told her politely about his side of the bed, and she graciously apologised. But still he found it so difficult to sleep with her in the bed. He wanted her so badly.
At dinner they were the topic of conversation.
"So when are you two going to give me a grandchild" asked his mother.
"Ma, we have hardly been married 6 months" she said.
"I know, but if you start planning now, the baby will only be born in 9 months."
"Maybe I still want my handsome husband all to myself for a while longer she said laughing" his parents were now used to her outrageous comments and they merely laughed at it. He was embarrassed.
"I can understand that, but don't make me wait too long, bahu"
"Ok, Ma"
That night in bed she broached the subject with him.
"Yashji, what Ma said ..."
"What did Ma say?"
"About grandchildren."
"Oh" he said uncomfortably.
"What are we going to do about that?'
"Well, I hadn't thought about that" he lied.
"Neither did I?" She said pensively.
"Yashji, I think we should give it some thought"
"Mmm" he said
"I know we are only friends but do you think that you could possibly find me attractive enough to ... you know ..."
"No, please be more specific about what you are talking about." he smiled. For once she had no words.
"Yashji, stop teasing me. You know exactly what I mean."
"Aartiji, I am a man. I am always ready too ... you know ... and I am not the only one that is hot in this relationship you know."
"I said stop teasing" she threw him with one of the pillows at him." I see how all the ladies stare at you when we are out."
"And does that make you jealous."
"No, you are already mine, so they can stare as much as they like. Wait, you are not having anything on the side are you? It has been 6 months and you are a man. Do you have someone Yashji?"
"And what if I did?"
She sighed, "I don't know how I feel about that. I don't think I like the idea." she looked at him with a frown on her face.
She was so innocent for her age.
"I don't, Aartiji. I am a married man."
"But you have had so many girlfriends. Surely you must be ... you must want to ... I don't how to say it Yashji. You must be starved by now." She said blushing,
He laughed and he liked where this conversation was headed.
"Pretty much, yes"
"Do you want to, with me?"
"I wouldn't mind." he said his trying to stay calm. Wouldn't mind. He wanted to pounce on her right now.
"Now?"
Yes, yes, yes, he thought.
But instead he said,
"Think about it Aartiji. If you are absolutely sure we can decide when."
She looked at him for a long time. And then she said
"Ok, goodnight Yashji."
"Good night" he said preparing for yet another sleepless night.
The next morning, when he checked his e-mail at the office her saw there was one from her.
Dear Husband,
I have come to the conclusion that you are underutilised as only arm candy. So I am ready to progress from friends to friends with benefits, as I'd like to think of it. And I can't have any friends of mine starving, so meet me tonight at the The Boutique Hotel Bhopal for dinner and 7pm and you can decide on dessert. I have already decided.
RSVP by no later than 12 noon.
Dress code: Formal for the first part of the evening and TBA for the latter part of the evening.
Your's truly
Aarti (Your wifey)
He couldn't believe what he was reading. This was so like her. She just takes the bull by the horns as usual. He laughed out loud. He was very excited about tonight.
She was waiting for him in the hotel's restaurant when he got there. She looked stunning in a vintage cream lace cocktail dress. Her hair was in a tight bun with pearl earrings.
"Looking snazzy, Mr Scindiya she said."
"Not looking to shabby yourself Mrs. Scindiya."
"That's the best you can do?"
"Ok, let me try again. Mrs Scindiya, you look positively delectable. If we were not in public I might devour you right here."
She coughed as she was nearly choking on the piece of bread she was chewing.
"Water?" he asked innocently. He liked that the shoe was on the other foot now. Giving her a bit of her own medicine.
"We can order now." she said uncomfortably.
"Yes, let's order the first course. I can't wait for dessert." he said looking at the menu. From the side of her eye he could see she was looking at him nervously.
Dinner was done, too quickly for her and not soon enough for him.
"Aartiji, we can order dessert and go home afterwards if you like" he didn't want to put her in a position she didn't want to be in no matter how much he wanted her.
She was tempted to take the offer.
"Yashji, I want dessert. But we can have it oi the suite I reserved for us here."
"Aartiji, are you sure."
She nodded. She didn't want her resolve to waiver. She wanted to be a good wife.
She had reserved the honeymoon suite. He was impressed. She went into the bathroom and came out with a sexy short transparent chemise, but she was clearly not comfortable.
"Aartiji, we really don't have to do this?" He meant everyone word as much as he was so aroused at the moment. She looked so delicious.
"Don't you want to?"
"I really really want to, but ..."
"Then we will"
She came to stand in front of him and said.
"I don't know what to do. You have to show me."
He didn't need an invitation.
He took her in his arms and kissed her. He could feel her responding. He kissed her in the neck and she moaned. And then he put her mouth over her nipple over the chemise.
"Oh, Yashji" she moaned. "This feels so good" she rubbed her hands through her hair. She could feel her body doing funny things.
His hands went under the chemise and cupped caressed her bare back and moved down into her panties and caressed her bottoms.
"Your hands feel so nice. Did I tell you before how nice you smell?"
"Yes, and you don't always have to talk Aarti"
"I know, but ..."
He shut her up with his mouth and he moved her to the bed and lay her down and he removed her panties and his clothes
"I think we can keep this on, it looks to sexy too take off." he referred to the chemise.
"Ok"
He moved the fabric away from her breast and took the bare nipples in his mouth and she writhed in pleasure. And he moved all the way down. When his mouth was about to put his mouth on her most intimate part she frantically tried to move away.
"No, no Yashji. You can't do that."
"Why"
"I don't know. You just can't it's too ... it's too ..."
"Intimate?"
"Yes"
"Your right, that's why I want to do it. Relax, Aarti, you will enjoy it."
"No, I won't. How can I relax?"
"Ok, I won't do it then, for now." He kissed her again and soon she forgot herself again and he started to caress her there with his hand.
She moaned in pleasure. She writhed and moved against his fingers unable to stop herself. Until she lost complete control.
"Yashji" she screamed.
"Yash, baby, just Yash now", he said in her ear.
"Yes, Yash" she breathed.
"I want you Aarti. I want all of you. Can I have you?"
"Yes, please." she said.
He entered her as gently as her could, but the pain was still excruciating and her re-action wasn't what he expected. As usual.
She screamed in pain.
"Stop Yash. It hurts. I don't want to do this anymore please. Stop."
"That's the worst of it, it will stop hurting soon. Relax baby."
"No, it hurts. Take it out!"
He did as she asked and she started to cry bitterly.
"I'm sorry, but I can't ... I can't" she fled to the bathroom."
He sat on the bed, at his wits end with her. He was so frustrated and he felt guilty as well.
He got dressed and left.
He only saw the next evening when he came from work.
"I'm sorry she said"
"It's fine."
"Clearly it's not. You look angry"
"I said its fine."
"Yashji, please don't be angry with me. I thought I could do it but ..."
"But you couldn't. Yes, you said."
"What now?"
"I don't know Aarti. You know now that I want you. I won't make excuses for that. And I don't intend to be celibate for my entire married life."
"Will you give me some more time?"
"How long?"
"I'm not sure. I'm scared."
"Fine, but I am not waiting indefinitely Aarti. I am not made of stone."
A week later things were still pretty tense with them. She had gone shopping with Vidhi and dirtied her sarree. She tried to wear them as much as possible when she was at home. She decided to go and change her clothes. She locked the bedroom door as they were having problems with their bathroom door. She started removing her saree as soon as she got to the bathroom. She was practically in her underwear when she finally turned around as saw her husband sitting in the bath silently watching her."
"Yashji" she said in shock."
He got out of the bath, and his muscular, wet body made her catch her breath.
"Time is up Aarti" he walked towards her and she started walking backwards, till she came to a stop at the wall.
He pressed up against her with her wet body, she could feel his hardness against her. She was scared yet excited. He kissed and this time she responded immediately. Her hands caressing his wet back. He discarded the rest of her clothing, whilst his hands caressed her body and his mouth caught her already hard nipples.
He lifted her against the wall and her eyes closed and her body tensed in fear as he entered her. He didn't move but he continued kissing and caressing her body. It didn't hurt as much this time, and she relaxed and gave into the pleasure that he was making her feel. Then he started moving, thrusting and she totally lost herself, starting to meet each of his thrusts.
"Oh, Yashji"
"I told you not Yashji" he said, "Now say it"
"Yash, Yash, Yash." she said as she reached climax and he followed soon.
They were still in the same position coming down from the high they were on, still breathing heavily when she said.
"Yash, that was amazing. I thought this was only done in the bedroom at night. This was so shameless."
He lifted his head and looked at her.
"No Aarti, you are my wife, there was nothing shameless about that. But it was amazing. And no it's definitely not done only in the bedroom at night, but from now on it will definitely be done in the bedroom every night."
"Yash, she whispered. "Don't talk like that."
"Like that, about us in the bedroom."
"Why"
"Because, it's making me want to do it again. Can't you feel? Put me down now before I become even more shameless. I have to go and help bhabhi."
He laughed. "Shamelessness becomes you." he said and walked with her to the bath.
"You interrupted my bath and you will help me finish it now."
"But Bhabhi"
"I am your husband and I you do as I tell you. No show me what you want to do again" he said
"Me?"
"Yes you."
"No, she said shyly."
He lifted her by the hips and started moving her on him and quickly his help was not needed anymore as she went wild on top of him, water splashing everywhere until both of them were satisfied."
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