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Abhi OSBaaz central heater banke waapas aayi hai because Kashish ne mera naya Naamkaran kiya. I am central heater. 😎 and the central heater is inviting everyone to celebrate. It is the birthday month for Kashish. 🥳
This one is dedicated to Kashish and dear I am sorry for not being able to reply to your review of TU ZAROORI ... Will do that today for sure...
Till then
HAPPY RiKara READING
SERIOUS DELIRIOUS
He had been staring at Gauri wanting to glare but when the wife is gorgeous, what can he do other than just stare. All through dinner, actually. He is not quite sure what it is about this particular night, but he knew what it feels like. It feels like desire; like an aching hunger; electricity and heat.
They sit inconveniently in the center of the dark room; surrounded by a sterile arrangement of tables. The dull hum of strangers' conversations hangs in the air, finally dying down as the house band drifts into another sleepy jazz number. All because of Rudra and his continuous demands for fine dining at a new Italian restaurant. After all it was his cheat day!
He watches her carefully finish off the last of her wine. Red wine. And he reminisces How he dipped his fingers in the ruby liquid to tease her skin. How they conversed in whispers, How he tucked her feet and draped his arms around her. Her lips were sweet with the wine. Her creme skin adorning a layer of transparent burgundy because of him. His fingers teasing down the satin straps down her shoulders and he again dipped his fingers in her favorite liquid to line her swollen lips.A week ago.
How much he misses Milan. He scribbled a mental note to plan another vacay.
The candle in the centerpiece struggles to stay alive; dancing in her big, beautiful eyes. She sits heavily in her chair with a week's worth of stress on her shoulders, closes her eyes, and listens to the music, absentmindedly running your fingers through the wispy hairs at the nape of her neck. He thinks to himself about how that's one of his favorite spots, and how it's connected to a number of tender points along her throat and collarbone that he enjoys very much.
He could have been doing that even now. A book, The couch and a duvet would have been some good time with her. She would have been a pretty little kitten caressing his beard and then do everything she keeps in mind. Paying ample attention and consuming him in warm kisses remains one of her favorites in his case. She would then kiss her way though opening the buttons of his Kurta and feel his chest. Closing her eyes and learning inches of him.
Okay ... That is saved for tommorow's morning coffee.
The wine is working. She gently nods in time to the down-tempo beat, unaware of his observation. Her hand lingers on her shoulder, softly kneading a tense cord of muscle, as he stands and takes a quiet step towards her, gently catching her wrist. Her eyes question him, but only for a second, then she understands.
He knows she is tired. He knows exactly what to do with her - A massage with some warm baby oil. Knots will loosen, tension will subside and wave after wave of relaxation will ripple through her body as she will surrender to his artistic touch. Her breathing will change to be slower and she will gasp looking straight into his eyes demanding for some things more after his fingers crawl in a dramatic play their lips caress in a shuttering kiss ...
A massage is a must. That's a mental note in bold italic. He will surely surprise her with a much needed massage but for now they can dance.
It irked him when Gauri happily agreed to go out for family dinner even when he had made his intentions very clear in the shower. Warm and comforting. He had a plan but his baby brother acted stubborn.
More than anything else ... What matters to Omkara is how he gets to spend some time with Gauri.
They weave carefully around two tables and out onto the small dance floor; alone. He holds her close and they ease into the rhythm. Her arms wrap lazily around his shoulders and his hands meet at the small of her back. Gauri lays her head on his chest; a small smile creeping on her face because she knows that he is longingly drinking in the scent of her over and over.
Slowly, but deliberately, his fingertips wander around the back of her black lace dress. Oh yes she did that intentionally. He knows that a similar victorian secret is hidden underneath. He gifted that to her. As always, it is nearly impossible to be this close to her - to be touching her- without her proximity inspiring an urgent need to touch her as much as possible; her hair, her skin, her mouth, her body. Omkara's fingers gingerly trail along the seams of the fabric, tracing the contours of your chest.
He takes another drag of the enticing aroma, and feel a subtle wash of clean, cool energy flow between them feeling like orchids and wild honey. She sways to the music; gradually freeing herself of next week's client meeting schedule, the temperamental software update, and the flood of paperwork that will surely follow Tuesday's long-awaited acquisition of the Bansal & Bansal account. Her fingers grip his shoulders, and she is blissfully lost in the comfort of darkness, sound, and motion;
Unaware that he currently finds himself wandering somewhere between desire and action. He has not been just staring at her all through the dinner ... He has been wanting her and she should feel it. Wanting to touch her and kiss her. Wanting to taste her. She is dancing oblivious, but not for long.
Omkara lowers his head slightly and his cheek brushes against her ear. His lips instinctively part, eager to seek out that velvety soft lobe and close around it. He continues instead to sink his mouth towards the delicate arc of her left shoulder, and stop just short of contact. She can feel his breath on her skin. He is able feel the warmth of her flesh. Omkara restrains himself with quiet difficulty, but the intent is clear, and Gauri almost unconsciously arcs her spine and tilts her head slightly, presenting her beloved with a swath of soft, sweet-tasting skin that's nearly impossible to resist.
Omkara lowers his head slightly and his cheek brushes against her ear. His lips instinctively part, eager to seek out that velvety soft lobe and close around it. He continues instead to sink his mouth towards the delicate arc of her left shoulder, and stop just short of contact. She can feel his breath on her skin. He is able feel the warmth of her flesh. Omkara restrains himself with quiet difficulty, but the intent is clear, and Gauri almost unconsciously arcs her spine and tilts her head slightly, presenting her beloved with a swath of soft, sweet-tasting skin that's nearly impossible to resist.
Both of them sway for a few more beats and his fingers now impatiently linger at the small of her back. They don't want to linger; they want to explore - further down over the curving slope of her firm hip, all the way down the shapely legs to her pretty painted toes and back up to rest between those caramel thighs. His determined fingers want to tuck under the lacy boundary to stroke and tease your warm, moist skin, and he will not blame them. It's all he can think about.
The subconscious swims through dreamy images of her scrumptious body splayed out on a bed of dark satin, nearly naked. Her body will beckon with his and he will answer with determined enthusiasm. Their limbs entwined, and then very soon they will be consuming each other in a near frenzy of passion and lust. The lips crushing against each other again and again. The bodies writhing and grinding. Hands will grope and grasp for purchase on slick flesh. His teeth will scrape against her collarbone as her nails will dig into his back. She will breathe in ragged sighs as always when his mouth closes over not letting out a moan.
Back on the dance floor, back in the real world, he become sheepishly aware of his desire as it proudly presents itself against the tender flesh of her thigh. A split second of shyness is eclipsed by the nearly imperceptible tightening of her arms around him. One of her hands finds it's way to the back of his head, and pushes it down to finally connect their lips in a soft, sweet peck.
The subconscious swims through dreamy images of her scrumptious body splayed out on a bed of dark satin, nearly naked. Her body will beckon with his and he will answer with determined enthusiasm. Their limbs entwined, and then very soon they will be consuming each other in a near frenzy of passion and lust. The lips crushing against each other again and again. The bodies writhing and grinding. Hands will grope and grasp for purchase on slick flesh. His teeth will scrape against her collarbone as her nails will dig into his back. She will breathe in ragged sighs as always when his mouth closes over not letting out a moan.
Back on the dance floor, back in the real world, he become sheepishly aware of his desire as it proudly presents itself against the tender flesh of her thigh. A split second of shyness is eclipsed by the nearly imperceptible tightening of her arms around him. One of her hands finds it's way to the back of his head, and pushes it down to finally connect their lips in a soft, sweet peck.
Being with you makes me feel so bothered. He confessed into her lips. Those words made her heart skip a beat. She exhales shakily as he leans down and kisses her again, softly and sweetly, over and over again. He pulls back after a moment, still holding her in place, but she is not ready for the moment to end. Instictively, her hand moves, fingers running through his hair, as she is forcing him right back to her. He chuckles, not fighting it, and kisses her deeper. Soft and sweet turns firm and frenzied, the once feather light kisses now brutalizing her lips. She is not sure of which way she will prefer it. One way makes her heart flutter; the other sets her chest aflame ...
They hang entwined like that for a moment until he parts slightly to plant a warm dry kiss at the peak of her collarbone. He debates for second, and then gently nibbles her shoulder once, then again through that fabric; squeezing his arms around her. Gauri inhales deeply, and he feels her body against his. The swell of your chest presses into him gently, and their legs just barely overlap. They both feel a slight rise in temperature prickling across their bodies. Omkara begins to pull away, before he gets himself in trouble in the middle of a crowded restaurant, when he suddenly feels her hot breath near his ear. With a gentle sigh and a smile, she whispered, "I want you too."
It is applause, of all things, that pulls them out of the romantic riviere. She makes way back to the table on wobbly legs, hand in hand gripping him. Omkara pauses briefly to pay the check and they head for the door, drunk with desire and promises of things to come. The song may be over, but the night is young, and they got one more dance ahead of them ... Some murmurs ... Some sighs ... Some whimpers ... Because the calendar reminds him that tonight ... Both of them can create a new life.
It is applause, of all things, that pulls them out of the romantic riviere. She makes way back to the table on wobbly legs, hand in hand gripping him. Omkara pauses briefly to pay the check and they head for the door, drunk with desire and promises of things to come. The song may be over, but the night is young, and they got one more dance ahead of them ... Some murmurs ... Some sighs ... Some whimpers ... Because the calendar reminds him that tonight ... Both of them can create a new life.
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