Shivika OS: Thanks to the Eyeliner

Shivaay walked out of the bathroom to find his wife in an inarguable delicious state. She was wearing one of his kurtas, a white sheer one, beneath which he could make out the outline of his lacy black bra and matching panties.

He coughed, but she was too busy running around their room and getting ready for the party.

Even though it had been over a year since their marriage, Anika still went in a fit of nervousness whenever one of these "hi-fi SSO parties came up, as she loved calling them. And today was one of those days, when his usually immaculate room was scattered with clothes, jewellery borrowed from Badi Maa and tons of make up from Priyanka.

Anika looked up to see her husband standing at the bathroom door. "Shivaay! Wahaan kya khadein hain? Help me. This is all because of you. Unaware of the frenzy she was putting her husband through thanks to her scanty dress, Anika held up two gowns and asked him which one should she wear tonight.

He shrugged in response, his eyes wavering to the hem of the kurta which went up a little more as Anika lifted the dresses high for a better view (of dresses she intended, but Shivaay was obviously indulging in more interesting views).

"Oh come on! Ek toh aapki yeh annoying parties jahaan fake smile ke saath hello hi karna padta hai, upar se itna saara sajna. And you, you can even help me. She threw the dresses back on the bed in anger and walked back to the wardrobe.

It was both adorable and exasperating at how his wife could make mountains out of mole hills. H threw his towel on the chair, now dressed only in his cotton pants. He walked towards the bed and glanced towards the dresses. He picked the one nearer to him, a light green and pink floral dress.

"This one, he said, making his wife turn towards him. "I like this one better, it's more summery. And I anyway love green on you, he added tactfully.

Anika's face brightened up with a huge grin. "Hai na?! Even I thought that was better. Tension wiped off her face; she came and quickly hugged Shivaay, placing a peck on his cheek. Shivaay could feel the heat of her body against his and his hands instinctively went around her waist, but even before he could as much as acknowledge her kiss, she dashed back to the mirror in excitement.

"Chaliye ab, jaaiye, mujhe taiyaar hone hai. Aap bhi change kar lijiye, she said, as she began applying some cream on her face.

Shivaay tightened his fist in frustration. "Yeh ladki bhi na, he murmured, letting out a sigh.

"Yeah alright, he said, dejected, and went on to pick his clothes from the servant who had taken them for ironing.

After a while, he came to find his wife fumbling with a jewellery box with her eyes closed.

"Anika, he said, keeping his clothes aside and moving towards. "Yeh kar kya rahi ho?

"Shivaay, acha hua aap aa gaye. Please meri jewellery nikal dijiye, I have liner on my eyes, she explained, pointing towards two wet deep black strokes over her eyelids.

"Ahh, he said, and laid sideward on the bed with the box between him and Anika. Anika, on the other side, was sitting on her knees and bending towards the box. Shivaay caught an ample view of her cleavage, and the ever-teasing til. He gulped.

"Shivaay! Anika said, bringing him back to this world.

"Haan, haan, jewellery, right. Kaunsi? he managed, stammering, as his eyes shifted down her stomach to her almost bare things as the kurta had slid up. His hands ached to feel her, to remove that kurta and knead her under his love. But he very well knew that once he would start, it would mean missing the party, because nothing was quick with Anika. She was meant to be savoured; her body's each inch screaming to be explored.

"Hara rang ka hai, she said, fanning her eyes with her hands.

Shivaay looked at the Pandora box of jewellery. They were over hundred things that were green. "Could you be more specific Anika? Which green? Parrot, lime, sea?

"Yeh sab mujhe nahi pata. Maine bachpan mein bas indradhanush ke rang seekhe the.

"Indra-what?

"Aap rehne dijiye. Usme ek golden trikon locket hai.

"Tri-kaun kaun? Shivaay struggled. "What's that?

"Offo, Anika did a facepalm. "Kis angrez se shaadi ho gayi. Yahaan pe kahin hoga, she said, moving her hand towards the box only to place it over Shivaay's. Almost as a reflex, he folded them to secure it in his palms, and sat up on his knees.

He pulled her closer, her body crashing against his as she stumbled over the box and fell over his chest.

That was it for Shivaay. He could feel the bareness of her skin under his thin kurta, and slightly pinched her waist, causing her to arch her back.

"Shivaay, she whispered in a way he absolutely died for.

He pulled back a little to look at her face: it was a delight. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, he head titled back in anticipation. He stroked her cheek with one hand, as his other went lower towards her thigh as he rubbed them, pushing the kurta further back.

Her hands lifted themselves up, and she gasped as they met his hot skin instead of the coat she was expecting. It made her head spin, the scent of his distinct soap and scent intoxicating her. She moved her hands over his chest and shoulders, urging him to come closer.

Shivaay obliged. He swiftly put aside the box, and their bodies collided without any obstruction. He unbuttoned the kurta, revealing her inviting bra. Because of how loose it was on her body, it hung on both sides of her shoulders, and Shivaay left wet kisses along the slops and hollow of her neck. Anika's hands knotted his hair, her eyes still closed.

Enough with the tease, Shivaay pulled her head back by the hair and smashed his lips onto hers. Anika moved in sync, and wrapped her legs around his torso. Shivaay felt himself tighten under his pants as a hot and ready Anika thrust against him, her thin panties the only barrier.

He groaned, and Anika's eyes flew open.

"My make up, she barely whispered as she saw her light pink lip colour smeared across his face.

"I don't care, Shivaay said huskily, as he knocked her down on the bed and removed the kurta. His wife lay there, with an extremely sexy black lingerie on, when they heard a knock.

It was Om. "Shivaay? Are you guys ready yet? It was very uncharacteristic of his brother to be late. Usually, Shivaay would be ready at least 20 minutes in advance and would not only begin pestering Anika but also the others.

Anika at once rose at Om's voice, her face in a flush. But Shivaay was aching with need. He stopped her, holding her by the shoulders.

"We'll be late, he announced to Om.

They heard Om protest, but then he was cut short by Gauri. After a murmuring pause, they both laughed and left, leaving behind a good luck wish.

Anika laughed at the lameness of the entire thing and buried her crimson face in Shivaay's shoulder. "Aap bhi na, she said between giggles. "This is so unlike you.

Shivaay held up her face and brushed his thumb along her lower lip. "Have you seen yourself? he drawled. "Dressed in this kurta of mine, teasing your poor husband, you devil of a woman.

"Haww, Anika said, lightly slapping his shoulder. "I was getting ready for your stupid party, you are the one to blame.

"Well, if you want, Shivaay said, pulling her back into his arms and fondling with the hook of her bra, "we can skip this stupid party altogether.

"I'd love that, Anika whispered, tugging at his pants.

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Love,
Arushi.