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Hello dearies! Back with another fluffy OS that really is just pure mush because... I'm sure everyone knows the reason! I wanted to cheer you guys up with this. Thank you for the love and the encouragement you guys keep showering on me!
I do, do hope you guys enjoy this!
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Delightful Urgencies
He uses his superior body weight to press her deeper into the mattress, keeping her body trapped against his; his lips against hers with frenetic urgency. She struggles to keep up with him, her breath hitching in her throat as his teeth dig in her lower lip, nibbling gently. She tries to get her hands free as he holds them immobile over her head. He lets go, instead running his hand down her body to rest on her waist while the other tries to push the blouse off her shoulder.
"Omkaraji! Aap kya kar rahe hai? she manages to say after gathering enough oxygen as he moves on to nibble on her ear.
"Kya lagta hai tumhe? he doesn't even bother to look at her as his lips continue their descent to her neck. A moment later, he abandons her neck to seize her mouth in another toe-curling kiss. Her hands land on his back, fingers digging in his shoulder blades to stabilise herself against his sensuous assault.
"I'm making the most of the opportunity that we have, he explains after breaking again for much needed oxygen.
"Hum yahi hai, kahi bhaag thodi rahe hai, she moves her hand to his hair as his lips drift to her shoulder, hands pushing the pinned dupatta off her body.
"Bhaagogi to bhi mai peeche aa jaunga Gauri. Its Daadi and Shivaay..., his fingers get to their third imaginary circle on her ribs before he is pushed back violently by his wife.
"What? Kaha? Kya?
His wife has an extremely horrified look on her face as she uses her hands on clutch her blouse to her chest. Omkara bites back the urge to laugh at her while she looks at the door, panicked. Finally taking pity on her as her eyes fly to his wildly, he explains.
"Tum galat samajh rahi ho! I meant ki jab Shivaay aur Annika ki shaadi ho rahi thi tab vo do feet wala rule daadi ne implement kiya tha. Strangely, hum par nahi lagaya gaya vo rule. I just hope ki Shivaay jealousy me Daadi ko yaad na dila de uss stupid rule ke baare me, he takes her hand in his, causing the garment to hang off her shoulder in an inviting way.
"Nahi karenge vo, she exhales in relief, twining their hands together and dropping her head to his shoulder.
"Itne yakeen se kaise keh sakti ho?he tips her back on the bed, moving over to trap her under himself.
"Kyunki Daadi ko pura yakeen hai ki aap aisa kuch nahi karenge, she assures him, raising her free hand to his cheek. He smirks mischievously at her response.
"Aisa matlab kaisa, Gauri? he leaves her hand to trail a finger down her neck, stopping right over the tiny hint of cleavage that peeks from the dipping blouse. Her breath snags in her throat, her nails dig in almost painfully in his shoulder through his thin kurta.
"Matlab aise... she trails off as heat creeps up her cheeks.
"Ha, kaise? he dips his head down to her chest, lips latching on to a fading hickey.
She doesn't respond vocally right then, her fingers trek back to his hair, entangling in the silky mane with force to counter his sensuous attack.
"Hume laga aap bohot shareef hai, she gasps as his teeth nip her shoulder in a sharp bite.
He pulls back to look in her eyes, "Jab baat tumhaari aati hai, tab mai apne aap ko bhool jaata hu, Gauri. Sharaafat to bohot choti cheez hai. Tumse milne ke baad maine bevaja gussa kiya hai, bina soche decisions liye hai, selfish hua hu for once and ab sharaafat bhi kisi kone me chali gayi hai. I'm never a gentleman when it comes to you, I never have been." A long pause follows his honest admission, in which she stares at him before raising her hand to cup his cheek.
"Om..., his name is an involuntary whisper on her lips in response to his words.
"Thank you for introducing me to jealousy, possessiveness, unreasonable desires and selfless love, he punctuates each word with a kiss, constructing a path that starts from her temple and travels downwards, ending in a kiss that makes her head spin.
He pulls back finally, sensing her need to breath and rests head on her shoulder. "Gauri?
She is in no condition to answer with words as she gasps to get some much needed air to her lungs so she tightens her fingers in his hair as a silent acknowledgement.
"Ab jab hum phirse shaadi kar rahe hai, to mujhe lagta hai hume wait karna chahiye, he says reluctantly, his thumb tracing her cheekbone. Her eyes widen in surprise.
"Wait? Ab kaisa wait? Ha, agar yeh baat aap 4 hafte pehle bole hote to theek bhi lagti. Ab kya... she trails off as she sees his smirk.
"Someone is desperate for their husband," he teases her in a husky drawl, his hands pushing away her blouse. Red colour floods her face, unbidden, even as her body desperately wants her to pull him down to herself and continue their conversation in an entirely different manner.
She gazes up at his handsome face, feeling a sudden shyness at his words.
"Nahi, aisa nahi hai. Aap na... kuch bhi. Hatiye," she turns her head to avoid his searching lips, trying to move unsuccessfully. He grabs her hand, pinning it beside her head before slamming his lips on her hungrily. Eager and wanting, she responds with enthusiasm, letting her free hand silde under his kurta to roam over his back. His fingers slide into her hair, tilting her head just slightly to gain better access.
"Sach me jaana hai, Gauri? I'm ready to wait till our wedding if that is what you want," breathless, he pulls back, while desire rages through her, crumbling her resistance. Defenceless against the rough tone his voice takes in moments just like this, she bites on her lower lip, torn between shyness and the want to give in.
His dark eyes settle momentarily over the lip caught in her teeth before he makes the decision for her by lowering his head and plundering her mouth with a definite purpose in his mind, a low groan of pleasure escaping his throat.
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