The pleasure within - one shot
A fortnight after her recovery from the deadly gun shot tragedy that almost took her precious life, Ginni Grewal was back to her normal self busy taking care of her family and in-laws.
Her husband Aditya Raj Singh became the strongest support pillar she could ever imagine. He took charge of her dine in after finding out about its poor performance
He restricted her a while to not get involved into the business as he would handle things his way and she obeyed trusting his confidence level and abilities.
As the time passed the affection between them grew that one fine evening after he returned from the dine in as she awaited with a steaming hot cup of tea and paneer pakoda ready to serve his taste buds , his need to get closer grew the moment his eyes were set on her bare back. The zip of her top was lose , a few inches below its hook that exposed her beautiful fair skin hidden just above her slender curvy waist.
She worked in the kitchen after placing the tea and snacks on the dining table giving an excuse that the family was out to attend a wedding and she would prepare just a simple meal for the two of them. She instructed the servants to take off for the day as well.
They were all alone
His heart skipped a beat
No family.
No maids
No disturbance.
The pleasure within
It was irresistible.
It was raging.
He was no longer in control of his senses.
She was beautiful.
They had the privacy, finally being all alone.
Enjoying the cup of tea and snacks, he watched her every move very closely. She was busy washing the dishes not realizing the two dark eyes were mesmerized with her beauty.
As he munched the paneer pakoda to satisfy his growing appetite of a growling stomach due to skiipping lunch , busy handling clients at the dine in ,he reminisced the full sequence of tying her dor two weeks ago.
The pleasure within rose as the minutes passed and he stood up walking slowly towards his wife who was then knitting the whole wheat flour at the kitchen table. preparing for dinner. She decided to cook chapatis with yellow lentil gravy . Simple food for just two person. Hassle free. Moreover Aditya was not choosy when it came to meals. He appreciated anything served on the platter .
Little did she realize that she was the dish he desired the most at that very moment.
She was taken by surprise when his strong arms hugged her from behind running his fingers over her slim arms and down to her hands straight into the half knitted flour
Her soft whisper trying to defend her cravings.
" Adityaji, kya ker rehe ho". ( What are u doing).
Silence
Nuzzling into her neck as she closed her eyes feeling the pleasure of his sensational touch towards her ears, he mumbled
" Tumhari zip khuli hain. Thodi help kar raha hun". (Ur zip is open. Am trying to help)
She shivered slightly with her hands still in the flour as he shifted her long wavy hair to the side to pave way to her bare back and pressed his mouth on that welcoming zip, the cause of his sudden excitement. He pushed it upwards back to its original position and she sighed deeply closing her eyes tightly. The sensational touch of his pouting red lips , the wetness that remained on her soft skin.
As though wanting more of the pleasures within ,
She stood in silence, indicating to him .
I am ready for a relationship.
He understood her desires to be touched and caressed with love. The desperation to feel his warmth.
He whispered into her ears
" Aaj food delivery sey hie order karlete hain".
( We shall order from the food delivery).
She obeyed leaving the half knitted flour and washing her hands. He stood right behind still embracing her, placing his hand under the sink tap allowing the cool water to run on them followed by splashing it on her face teasing her.
She managed to release herself and ran towards the porch. It started drizzling. There is something about the weather that makes every lover a hopeless romantic.
The droplets of rain water kissed their faces and they welcomed it with hands stretched out. Taking a deep breath of the sweet earthy scent, they embraced the rainy day. It was enough to infuse romance in the air.
He held her hand and pulled her close to him, giving a peck on her forehead, feeling the shyness in her movements.
She was silent still obeying to his needs and drawn to him as well. He held her in his arms welcoming a tight hug and seconds later, they sank into the warmness. The tightness was pure bliss
He whispered in her left ear shifting her hair slightly.
" Kya tum mujsey pyar karti ho".( Do u love me)
She stood in silence. Still drawn to his warmth. The sweet smell of his perfume. She tightened her grip to signal him
Yes, i do
And an engine of a car was heard close by .
They pulled away instantly. A moment of awkwardness and slight embarrassment.
The pleasure within.
That made them push the limit that evening.
Armaan walked in with a few small paper bags stating happily he packed dinner for three
They exchanged glances as though indicating.
" Kya wrong timing hain".. ( What a wrong timing)
She made an excuse to get changed and he obeyed taking off right behind giving excuses to the friend to watch tv a while. They were drenched from head to toe and needed to get changed first. The innocent friend obeyed not realizing the tension between the duo
The pleasure within.
They searched desperately for an opportunity to be alone once again.
In the bedroom.
She struggled with the zip once again. He removed his shirt and tossed it to one corner embracing her from behind, repeating the same question.
" Kya tum mujhsey pyar karti ho" ( do u love me)
She stood still in front of the dressing mirror and he could see the glow on her beautiful face. She was blushing. The intensity in her eyes that made him weak in the knees .
Yes, she loves me.
She feels the same.
That gave him the permission to move forward and cross the limits.
The buddy sitting in the living room could wait.
The pleasure within arose .
Nuzzling into her neck ,he gave soft kisses as she shivered with the warmth from his wet lips slowly turning to face his handsome irresistible look. .
The depth in his dark eyes that indicated he feels the same for her pushed her to cross her limits when she rested her head on his bare chest mumbling,
" Kya ap mujhey pyar karte ho"
( Do u love me).
Silence.
He didn't utter a single word and decided to reply with an action.
He ducked his arrogant head pressing his wet lips against her fair rosy right cheek giving her the signal 'yes, i do'.
She snuggled into his arms as he held her closer to his chest. Sensing the raging pulses. He caressed her back gently pushing down the zip to release her top as she gave in to his warmth obeying silently , craving for his gentle touch.
She wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders and closed her eyes tilting her head welcoming the wetness of his red lips against hers
He moved closer towards her lips and was about to enjoy its soft delicacy that his phone rang out of sudden and he picked at the third ring, frowning.
The impatient friend,
" Yaar, kahan ho tum log. Itna time kyun lega rehe ho".
( Where are u. Why taking so long).
They sighed, smiling to one another with that little note of frustration.
" Kya galat timing hain". ( Wrong timing).
An intruder in their journey of passionate romance.
The pleasure within prevailed and they awaited for the next moment to cherish.
The end
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