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Hello friends, i lost a bet on Twitter over a plot twist of Ishqbaaaz đ, and I was to pay by writing a "piping hot story about Shivika, sexy one..". Since payees were not satisfied with the "hotness" of the last oneđ, a repayment is in order đ¤Ł..
Don't call me cheapde Okay!! đ
For Sadaf, Ordinarygal, Risha, and ThithliDost (Who has left us due to current state of IB plotđ) this one's for you guys! â¤ď¸
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Anisa
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There was always an excuse for Rudy to have games and fun. Today, he wanted to play blind man's buff, coz it's been awhile since he played with his brothers. He graciously allowed his Bhabhis to join in, because he needed Bhavya to play.
He was going to teach her a lesson today about trust: trusting him and to stop calling him an immature child. He'd found out that she wasn't married to Manav (or whatever his name was) because he saw the guy walking with another young woman dressed in temple-going grandness.
Where does it stand for him? It had him confused. He was very attracted to her, but marriage? Was he ready for that?
He just spoken to Saumya few days ago. She was calling to say she was getting engaged to be married next month, to a senior of hers at university. She sounded so dreamy and happy, so Rudra felt glad for her. But it left a pang of emptiness. Are all girls moving on to better things after they leave him? Who's the one who will finally end up with him, because he can't let her go? Bhavya?
I dunno.
Hence the 'trust test' of blind man's buff. Each person who drew a short straw had to find their partner wearing a blindfold. He made the rule up, coz he wanted to see if Bhavya trusted him. So short straw she got on purpose *wink*
Om and Gauri Bhabhi were the funniest because naughty Chulbul Bhabhi had put her anklets into a servant guy's pocket! Om spent the entire time following the sound of her anklets and grabbing hold of the awkward manservant who getting more worried by the minute. Bhavya had caught him first by then, smelling his loud designer eau de toilette. So much for that!
Om was yelling at Gauri and flapping his hands in the air making her giggle just to guess where she was. Everyone was laughing when he realized Bhaiyya and Bhabhi had disappeared.
He clicked his tongue. Chantomai Bhaiyya was always whizzing Bhabhi off to be alone.
***
Annika worried about the blindfold. It made her nervous but everyone was having so much fun and she didn't want to be a spoilsport. Shivaay was laughing so gaily watching Om and Gauri, she wanted him to have fun too.
Taking a deep breath, she tied the blindfold around her eyes, plunging herself into the darkness. Taking dragging breaths to calm herself, she focussed on Shivaay.
She didn't know how, they had somehow developed something like a homing mechanism to each other. The darkness giving her extra anxiety and pressure, her senses sharply zeroed into the direction of Shivaay's presence.
He kept dancing out of her way, playfully tickling her waist, or blowing into her ear, a kiss on the opposite cheek. Every time he evaded she took a one second gap of uncertainty, then turned laser sharp to the exact direction where he was.
He was playing with her, but he didn't let her fall. Many times he grabbed her elbow to steady her imbalance, a helpful guide away from an obstacle but keeping the game going.
Where was she? The laughing sounds had diminished , and it felt secluded now. The uncertain feeling swamped her again, a frown marking her forehead slightly. Gently a voice whispered in her ear, "Keep going, love. Come get me." His voice gave her the shivers; gravelly soft mumble.
Swallowing hard, she waved her hands about quickly, almost catching a handful of waistcoat that darted out of reach. He laughed and she heard footsteps going to the left. Away.
Why did he just go away? Did he get tired of her failing to find him? She rushed on a whim in the direction that she could sense him, sweat breaking out on her forehead, heart beating faster in anxiety. It was beginning to not be fun anymore.
She stumbled over carpeting and it really upset her bearings. Nerves jangled, the freezing air conditioning in the room added a dimension to the thick black darkness she was being swallowed in.
Voice slightly wavering, she whispered, "Shivaay... it's very dark..."
Within seconds his hands were engulfing hers in a strong grip. She felt herself swallowed into his arms as he cuddled her close.
He was going to teach her a lesson today about trust: trusting him and to stop calling him an immature child. He'd found out that she wasn't married to Manav (or whatever his name was) because he saw the guy walking with another young woman dressed in temple-going grandness.
Where does it stand for him? It had him confused. He was very attracted to her, but marriage? Was he ready for that?
He just spoken to Saumya few days ago. She was calling to say she was getting engaged to be married next month, to a senior of hers at university. She sounded so dreamy and happy, so Rudra felt glad for her. But it left a pang of emptiness. Are all girls moving on to better things after they leave him? Who's the one who will finally end up with him, because he can't let her go? Bhavya?
I dunno.
Hence the 'trust test' of blind man's buff. Each person who drew a short straw had to find their partner wearing a blindfold. He made the rule up, coz he wanted to see if Bhavya trusted him. So short straw she got on purpose *wink*
Om and Gauri Bhabhi were the funniest because naughty Chulbul Bhabhi had put her anklets into a servant guy's pocket! Om spent the entire time following the sound of her anklets and grabbing hold of the awkward manservant who getting more worried by the minute. Bhavya had caught him first by then, smelling his loud designer eau de toilette. So much for that!
Om was yelling at Gauri and flapping his hands in the air making her giggle just to guess where she was. Everyone was laughing when he realized Bhaiyya and Bhabhi had disappeared.
He clicked his tongue. Chantomai Bhaiyya was always whizzing Bhabhi off to be alone.
***
Annika worried about the blindfold. It made her nervous but everyone was having so much fun and she didn't want to be a spoilsport. Shivaay was laughing so gaily watching Om and Gauri, she wanted him to have fun too.
Taking a deep breath, she tied the blindfold around her eyes, plunging herself into the darkness. Taking dragging breaths to calm herself, she focussed on Shivaay.
She didn't know how, they had somehow developed something like a homing mechanism to each other. The darkness giving her extra anxiety and pressure, her senses sharply zeroed into the direction of Shivaay's presence.
He kept dancing out of her way, playfully tickling her waist, or blowing into her ear, a kiss on the opposite cheek. Every time he evaded she took a one second gap of uncertainty, then turned laser sharp to the exact direction where he was.
He was playing with her, but he didn't let her fall. Many times he grabbed her elbow to steady her imbalance, a helpful guide away from an obstacle but keeping the game going.
Where was she? The laughing sounds had diminished , and it felt secluded now. The uncertain feeling swamped her again, a frown marking her forehead slightly. Gently a voice whispered in her ear, "Keep going, love. Come get me." His voice gave her the shivers; gravelly soft mumble.
Swallowing hard, she waved her hands about quickly, almost catching a handful of waistcoat that darted out of reach. He laughed and she heard footsteps going to the left. Away.
Why did he just go away? Did he get tired of her failing to find him? She rushed on a whim in the direction that she could sense him, sweat breaking out on her forehead, heart beating faster in anxiety. It was beginning to not be fun anymore.
She stumbled over carpeting and it really upset her bearings. Nerves jangled, the freezing air conditioning in the room added a dimension to the thick black darkness she was being swallowed in.
Voice slightly wavering, she whispered, "Shivaay... it's very dark..."
Within seconds his hands were engulfing hers in a strong grip. She felt herself swallowed into his arms as he cuddled her close.
"Oh God. It must have been dark for you all this while?! Why did you agree to this game, Annika!? Come take it off now!" He fussed annoyedly, spoiling the fun of the game.
She grabbed at his hands and hugged them to her cheek.
"Shivaay, can't you see? I am working through my fear! I've been wearing it continuously and this is the best I've managed in the dark ever. See, Shivaay?!"
Shivaay looked at the innocent happiness in his blindfolded wife, recalling how she concentrated on to his presence the last half hour to survive the darkness. An overwhelming surge of protectiveness made him squeeze her tightly in his arms. Blinking back his tears, he kissed her temples , her cheek and in a rush of emotion crushed her lips. Hands moved over her in urgency, a need for tactile satisfaction.
His hands moved to remove the black slip covering her eyes but her hands stopped him again.
"Don't Shivaay..."
"Don't take off the blindfold? Are you sure? How come?"
"I can imagine the look in your eyes right now. It will make me nervous, and I will feel like running away, which I will regret. So let this darkness give me courage to stay put in your arms."
Shivaay said nothing, just stared at the beautiful woman who had gifted herself to him as her token of love. He took her hands and laid them on his cheeks, and she ran her hands all over his face, softly grazing his beard, long fingers running up under his ears and twining into his hair in a gentle grip.
His breath hitched, as her hands returned to cup his jaw, cuddling his face with a little endearing air kiss that's becoming her signature greeting for him.
Gently gripping her wrists, he guided her hands down his neck and on to the front of his chest. Emboldened by the permission, she flattened her palms over his pectorals, slowly touching the flat plane covered by a silk shirt. The heat from her palms and the friction was madness inducing for Shivaay.
In a slow sliding motion, she slid her hands up from his abdomen up to curve around his neck and shoulders. He tugged her one hand and put it on his shirt buttons, she instinctively started unbuttoning him, every last one.
He placed her flat palms again on his exposed chest, watched as her face flamed up with a severe blush. Her fingers tentatively crawled up his torso, the sensation quite indescribable.
"Tell me when I can take off this blindfold, Annika. I'd love to see your big beautiful eyes right now.." he growled for her ears only. He shed off the shirt and circled his hands around her waist, flushing her close into him.
Gasping aloud, she clutched at his skin and muscles, sending all sorts of delicious sensations up and down his spine. In a swift move, he tucked her into an embrace, as he paid particular attention to her exposed neck.
Tongue, heat, hot breath, wetness, all those she felt as he wreaked havoc into her senses. His hand travelled up her waist and unzipped her in a quick move. When he touched her bare back, she bucked nervously, hyperventilating.
"Shhh, just breathe Annika.." he rasped.
Inching her top off, the sight of her in bra and jeans set his blood roaring. Every inch of her exposed skin was explored with painstakingly unrushed pace, like he had all the time in the world.
She though, felt like she was about to go up in flames. Surreal though it was, being touched and not seeing anything was a strange experience. Gaining courage, she ran her hands up his bare back in a tight hug and buried her face in his neck to catch a breath. But he let out a sound that intrigued her, made her feel powerful and sexy.
She nuzzled up his neck to his ears and he rasped her name. She tore off her blindfold, dying to see his face right then. Eyes crunched shut expecting blinding light, she was surprised to find them in their candlelit bedroom. Her husband was looking at her with the most heart melting expression.
She grabbed at his hands and hugged them to her cheek.
"Shivaay, can't you see? I am working through my fear! I've been wearing it continuously and this is the best I've managed in the dark ever. See, Shivaay?!"
Shivaay looked at the innocent happiness in his blindfolded wife, recalling how she concentrated on to his presence the last half hour to survive the darkness. An overwhelming surge of protectiveness made him squeeze her tightly in his arms. Blinking back his tears, he kissed her temples , her cheek and in a rush of emotion crushed her lips. Hands moved over her in urgency, a need for tactile satisfaction.
His hands moved to remove the black slip covering her eyes but her hands stopped him again.
"Don't Shivaay..."
"Don't take off the blindfold? Are you sure? How come?"
"I can imagine the look in your eyes right now. It will make me nervous, and I will feel like running away, which I will regret. So let this darkness give me courage to stay put in your arms."
Shivaay said nothing, just stared at the beautiful woman who had gifted herself to him as her token of love. He took her hands and laid them on his cheeks, and she ran her hands all over his face, softly grazing his beard, long fingers running up under his ears and twining into his hair in a gentle grip.
His breath hitched, as her hands returned to cup his jaw, cuddling his face with a little endearing air kiss that's becoming her signature greeting for him.
Gently gripping her wrists, he guided her hands down his neck and on to the front of his chest. Emboldened by the permission, she flattened her palms over his pectorals, slowly touching the flat plane covered by a silk shirt. The heat from her palms and the friction was madness inducing for Shivaay.
In a slow sliding motion, she slid her hands up from his abdomen up to curve around his neck and shoulders. He tugged her one hand and put it on his shirt buttons, she instinctively started unbuttoning him, every last one.
He placed her flat palms again on his exposed chest, watched as her face flamed up with a severe blush. Her fingers tentatively crawled up his torso, the sensation quite indescribable.
"Tell me when I can take off this blindfold, Annika. I'd love to see your big beautiful eyes right now.." he growled for her ears only. He shed off the shirt and circled his hands around her waist, flushing her close into him.
Gasping aloud, she clutched at his skin and muscles, sending all sorts of delicious sensations up and down his spine. In a swift move, he tucked her into an embrace, as he paid particular attention to her exposed neck.
Tongue, heat, hot breath, wetness, all those she felt as he wreaked havoc into her senses. His hand travelled up her waist and unzipped her in a quick move. When he touched her bare back, she bucked nervously, hyperventilating.
"Shhh, just breathe Annika.." he rasped.
Inching her top off, the sight of her in bra and jeans set his blood roaring. Every inch of her exposed skin was explored with painstakingly unrushed pace, like he had all the time in the world.
She though, felt like she was about to go up in flames. Surreal though it was, being touched and not seeing anything was a strange experience. Gaining courage, she ran her hands up his bare back in a tight hug and buried her face in his neck to catch a breath. But he let out a sound that intrigued her, made her feel powerful and sexy.
She nuzzled up his neck to his ears and he rasped her name. She tore off her blindfold, dying to see his face right then. Eyes crunched shut expecting blinding light, she was surprised to find them in their candlelit bedroom. Her husband was looking at her with the most heart melting expression.
"Hello beautiful..." he smiled. He reached up to cup her face in his hands, in softest of whispers , "Sweetheart I'm going to kiss you now.." and just met her gasping lips that have been driving him to distraction since the time they met.
Throwing caution to the winds, she shut her eyes and twined her arms around his neck. She felt her bra pop loose and clutched her hands to her chest shyly. Shivaay blew out most of the candles except for a few by the poolside just to keep it from complete darkness.
He cuddled her from behind and replaced her hands with his. It took a moment for her to realize her bra had fallen off and it was his hands that were covering her modesty. He sniggered cheekily as she mumbled, "Chalu Cheez" ..
Soon his hands were busy and she lost her train of thought. My goodness, his hands were everywhere, doing new and unfamiliar things to her body. She was barely reacting to one when something else starts.
He was relentless with his attention, yet unrushed , each sensation he evoked was observed keenly by those glittering green eyes, now taken the colour of trees after rainfall. He murmured her name time and again. He now knew things about what her body likes more than she did, unnervingly scary yet exciting. She was safe with him. It's the place to let go.
He was getting increasingly impatient, slightly rough in his biting kisses. Frankly, she loved the hard kisses more than the butterfly soft ones. Makes her feel how much he needs her. That feeling she craves.
Now he had laid her down and was twining her legs around him. A sudden sharp invasion made her gasp aloud and he froze for a few minutes, gathering her up into his embrace. He gasped against her neck in short bursts, trying to gain control.
After some time he started nuzzling her again, those hard kisses resumed as he settled their enjoined bodies in a sitting position. Wondering what the hell he was doing, sitting down like this, she moved, and then felt that exquisite feeling of being one with him.
She let out an involuntary moan, covered up her mouth in embarrassment. He laughed at her, terrible man, his eyes twinkling with naughty knowledge. He began playfully bucking under her and a blush flamed her face as pleasure stroked something quite new for her. Soon she was moving herself in this new secret dance Shivaay was teaching her, urgency and heat urging her to go faster and faster. Colourful spots exploded in her closed eyelids as she burst out with this release of pleasure, as he too joined her.
Draped over him in limp lethargy, he moved them onto their pillows. She hid her face in his chest, unable to face his eyes.
"Happy First Night, Biwi..." he teased in a laughing voice.
She choked a laugh muffled into his chest. Peeking at him, she found Mr. Laughing Eyes watching her intently.
"What?"
"What, What?"
"What does one say in these moments?"
"Thank you, "Come" again? " he replied, laughing out aloud heartily. Her heart warmed to see him so happy.
"I love you Shivaay.." She said softly.
"Love you too , babe..."
*end*
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Throwing caution to the winds, she shut her eyes and twined her arms around his neck. She felt her bra pop loose and clutched her hands to her chest shyly. Shivaay blew out most of the candles except for a few by the poolside just to keep it from complete darkness.
He cuddled her from behind and replaced her hands with his. It took a moment for her to realize her bra had fallen off and it was his hands that were covering her modesty. He sniggered cheekily as she mumbled, "Chalu Cheez" ..
Soon his hands were busy and she lost her train of thought. My goodness, his hands were everywhere, doing new and unfamiliar things to her body. She was barely reacting to one when something else starts.
He was relentless with his attention, yet unrushed , each sensation he evoked was observed keenly by those glittering green eyes, now taken the colour of trees after rainfall. He murmured her name time and again. He now knew things about what her body likes more than she did, unnervingly scary yet exciting. She was safe with him. It's the place to let go.
He was getting increasingly impatient, slightly rough in his biting kisses. Frankly, she loved the hard kisses more than the butterfly soft ones. Makes her feel how much he needs her. That feeling she craves.
Now he had laid her down and was twining her legs around him. A sudden sharp invasion made her gasp aloud and he froze for a few minutes, gathering her up into his embrace. He gasped against her neck in short bursts, trying to gain control.
After some time he started nuzzling her again, those hard kisses resumed as he settled their enjoined bodies in a sitting position. Wondering what the hell he was doing, sitting down like this, she moved, and then felt that exquisite feeling of being one with him.
She let out an involuntary moan, covered up her mouth in embarrassment. He laughed at her, terrible man, his eyes twinkling with naughty knowledge. He began playfully bucking under her and a blush flamed her face as pleasure stroked something quite new for her. Soon she was moving herself in this new secret dance Shivaay was teaching her, urgency and heat urging her to go faster and faster. Colourful spots exploded in her closed eyelids as she burst out with this release of pleasure, as he too joined her.
Draped over him in limp lethargy, he moved them onto their pillows. She hid her face in his chest, unable to face his eyes.
"Happy First Night, Biwi..." he teased in a laughing voice.
She choked a laugh muffled into his chest. Peeking at him, she found Mr. Laughing Eyes watching her intently.
"What?"
"What, What?"
"What does one say in these moments?"
"Thank you, "Come" again? " he replied, laughing out aloud heartily. Her heart warmed to see him so happy.
"I love you Shivaay.." She said softly.
"Love you too , babe..."
*end*
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