Kaisi Teri Khudgharzi (ARY) DT #9 II Danish Taimoor, DurE Fishaan II - Page 17

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OMG she had to ask this EVEN on the red carpet .. god save us from pseudos 😭😆

Rabia when Dur e said.. mohabbat toh hojati hai.. 🤡.. 🤣

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I cant with this rabia.. 🤣

She is like there were seductive yet subtle scenes.. where was seduction man..? 🤣 Shamsher toh was in full control . . So do they mean Mehak was the one Seducing Shamsher 😆🤪

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Hassan is the founder of we love dur e club.. 😆

I wonder what dur e 's reactions are to these guys and their discussion.. look like she doesn't entirely agree to them 😆.. Dur e better not disappoint us 🤪

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Creator should have just waited till the time Mehak baaji gave nida one big chapair 😆

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Dude why are these onscreen biwi and real life biwi memes on the rise for these two 😆

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If Shamsher was single and if uncle had a daughter.. seedha ladke ka rishta maang lete 😆

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For real 😆

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I promised and I delivered 😃

Part 2 is here!

If y'all have issues with adult content then please close the tab..who am I kidding, you guys are all besharams na 😆

I lost my mind multiple times writing this one, so shoutout to the one and only, my partner in crime, Miss Shopaholic for keeping me sane 🤣 This one is for you *raises champagne glass*.

Link to Part 1:

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/162212963

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Part 2

My exhales got louder as Shamsher’s index finger tilted my face further upwards. He closed his eyes, his breathing as laboured as mine, moving closer until our lips brushed against each other. I let out a soft groan, aching to throw myself into the currents that ran in my veins. But Shamsher was stronger, restraining me.

‘Baby?’ He whispered against my lips. ‘I need to take this slow. I need to savour every moment. God knows how long I’ve waited for you.’

‘Shamsher…’ I whimpered; he had barely touched me but the intoxication drove me into a frenzy.

They say first kisses are magical but nothing prepared me for what was about to happen.

He did not say anything, except press his lips upon mine. They are softer than I imagined and unleash a thousand emotions in me. I melt in his arms, kissing him back with the same fervour, learning everything he taught me. His hands snaked tighter around my waist and I found myself cradling his face as we lost ourselves.

Soon, Shamsher’s tongue swiped against my bottom lip, seeking permission. A loud moan left my mouth as I eagerly gave him access, welcoming the strange foreign sensation. I mimicked his actions, finding purchase in his dark hair, the buzz in my system causing me to tug roughly.

Shamsher groaned, breaking the kiss, setting his forehead against mine, ‘Oh God.’

‘Did I do something wrong?’ I asked him, breathlessly.

‘On the contrary,’ he pecked my lips. ‘You are amazing. Making it so difficult for me, darling.’

I grinned shyly, pulling him down to connect our lips once again. Now, my desperation grew. I had no experience with intimacy, so everything I was feeling was very new. It was difficult to restrain myself from doing unspeakable things to my husband…and I did not know how.

But I could try.

My fingers found their way to the hem of his t-shirt, pushing it out of my way. Shamsher growled, biting my lower lip when he felt my trembling fingers running on the smooth skin of his lower back.

‘F**k.’ He broke our kiss, his lips planting kisses all over my jaw, moving to my ears. ‘You’re killing me.’ I gasped loudly, at his words and his teeth nipping at my earlobe, buckling my legs. His strong arms held me tight as I pulled away, to look at him.

Darkened pools of chocolate stared back at me with adoration, love and controlled desire. His nostrils flared with every breath, as if he was trying to control himself. His lips, a natural shade of pink, were darkened and swollen. All because of me.

All of a sudden, a wave of shyness took over me. A giggle erupted from my lips and I dropped my head onto his shoulder.

‘My love,’ he cooed, chuckling into my ear. ‘Oh how, I love you.’

‘I love you too,’ I replied, kissing his shoulder.

We stayed that way for a while, he rocked me and I closed my eyes. It was insane how we switched from a rush of desire, to being soft and tender.

‘We should go to sleep..?’

My stomach dropped. ‘What?’ I asked him, jerking back swiftly, losing my balance.

‘I-I thought…’

‘Shamsher.’ I loved the way his name rolled off my tongue. ‘Please.’

Turns out that was all I needed to say.

Shamsher swooped down to kiss me, hungrier than before, the urgency shooting straight to my core. I found myself walking backwards, while I still clung onto him. My back was against a wall, Shamsher’s huge form looming over me. His hands reached my hair, his fingers pulling the rubber band to free my damp tresses.

My hands were roaming on his back and shoulders, kissing him frantically now in hopes of wanting more. Shamsher let out a growl, pinning my hands to my sides, smoothly moving his lips to my neck. My dupatta slid off me, dropping on the ground but I could not care less. My mind was fuzzy, only thinking about Shamsher and how his lips felt against my skin. I needed to hold him, but I knew he was teasing me.

Trapping me against the wall and marking me as his. I could feel him smiling against my skin as my whimpers filled the room, only words like “please”, “f**k”, “more” escaping my lips, along with his name: Shamsher.

‘Mehak.’ He moved back, still gripping my hands. ‘This is the power you have over me. And when cusses escaped your lips…do you know how hard it is for me?’

‘I’m sure it is,’ I said cheekily, enjoying watching his eyes grow large at my bluntness.

‘Baby, I want our first time to be special.’ The gravity of his words hit me. ‘But you..my little minx.’

‘But it already is special,’ I bit my lip.

‘Baby, you don’t get it,’ Shamsher coaxed me. ‘It has never felt this way before. I want to live every second of it, engrave it in my mind. Every gasp, every moan, every cuss, every time you say my name, every touch, every time you reach your high…every orgasm…’

He accentuated his words by kissing my face each time he said “every”. It was all getting overwhelming. My body was on fire. I needed him like I had never needed anything before.

I knew Shamsher had a colourful past before I entered his life. Booze and sex were very common for him. But this time…it was love. It was us. While he could control himself more than me, thanks to the sensory overload on my system, this was another league for him too. It was not merely sex, it was making love.

‘I want it to be perfect,’ Shamsher said sincerely. ‘Truthfully, I had it all planned way before we got married. The day you would say yes to being mine, there would be candles, rose petals, music…in my bed, on the purple sheets, not giving a care to the world…’

I waited for him to continue, realising we were in very personal territory now. He was pouring his heart out to me.

‘Then…we moved out. I never expected I would have you but you proved me wrong. And now that I do…I wish I could make it perfect.’

I smiled softly at his confession, cupping his face gently, ‘It is more than perfect. You know why? Because its you, Shamsher. Not the Nawabzaada I was afraid of, but the strong resilient man I fell in love with. No amount of decor and aesthetics would make me feel the way I feel right now. Remember how I used to flinch when you would touch me in the past?’ He nodded, allowing me to continue. ‘Now look at us. You want to know the truth, Shamsher? I have no experience in love, not until I fell for you. And I for sure don’t know a thing about sex. But at this very moment, I know what that longing feels like.’

‘But this is a store room,’ Shamsher said for the sake of it, knowing he was losing the battle, both internally and externally.

‘And you are Shamsher,’ I replied simply. ‘And I am Mehak.’

‘And?’ Shamsher moved close to me again, kissing me softly.

‘Make love to me…’

This time the kiss was deep, full of desire, love and a strange urgency. We wanted to savour the moment, yet a part of us wanted to skip the foreplay.

Feeling emboldened, I raise his t-shirt up, indicating him to take it off. He withdrew and did it, dropping the black garment on the floor, letting me taking in the sight of his bare chest for the first time.

Flawless, strong as ever, his shoulders tensed awaiting my reaction, the light dust of hair trailing downwards. I ran my fingers through his torso, feeling every ab, every ridge under my skin. Shamsher’s uneven breathing filled the room. ‘You’re beautiful,’ Was all I managed to say. Indeed he was.

‘I’m…not the same as I used to be,’ he murmured. I knew what he meant. The skin was slightly softer than before, indicating he did not maintain his low body fat percentage anymore. The harsh ripples of his muscles were now a bit rounded. I could see him through his eyes. But through my eyes…

‘If I can be so bold,’ I told him. ‘I’m trying very hard to keep my hands off you.’

‘Really?’ Shamsher half-exclaimed. ‘You..don’t mind?’

‘Still hot,’ I whispered, kissing him soundly. Even when I was not attracted to him, I knew the effect he had on women.

That was all Shamsher needed. No matter what he looked like, or what we looked like, all grey, old and sharing the same back issues, I would always want him.

Still in his embrace, he hitched my leg on his waist, indicating me to jump. I did so giddily, locking my legs around his waist, moving my lips south while he carried me to the bed. Setting me down on it gently, he hovered over me.

I pulled him on top, lying flat on my back, just looking at his handsome face, that mirrored the same emotion of wonder. We continued our heatedly making out under the moonlight, just wanting to feel our lips together. I was greedy though, touching him everywhere possible on his torso.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he raised my kameez and I lifted my arms so he could slide it off and discard it. I looked down, self-conscious of myself.

‘You’re…an angel…I swear…’ Shamsher choked on his words, taking me in. I was not the skinniest or the strongest or the leanest. My belly still jiggled, my arms were not as taut.

‘Liar…’

‘Baby no, you need to see yourself…’ I moaned loudly when Shamsher grazes his nose on my stomach. Moving up to my clavicle while I writhed underneath him, his hands found the clasp of my bra. ‘May I?’

I gulped audibly, nodding, covering my chest in a reflex action when I realised I was naked from the waist up. Shamsher took my wrists in his hands, moving them off me. My cheeks turned red while his eyes drank me up.

‘Never hide yourself from me, darling...’

A loud gasp escaped me when I felt his mouth enclose around my peak, the other one in between his fingers. My hips raised, seeking friction and I laced my fingers in his hair, tugging and holding him there. It was too much and not enough at the same time.

‘So sweet…’ he mumbled against my skin, switching sides. ‘All mine.’

The sensitivity got the best of me and my nails found home on his back, marring the porcelain skin with my marks. Shamsher did not stop thankfully, continuing to explore every inch of my skin, his scent invading my senses, every groan music to my ears.

I yelped when he flipped me easily, marking me with his teeth in places no one could see.

‘Baby!’ I gasp, when his teeth sank into my love handles. ‘Shamsher!’

‘Mmm…’ he hummed. ‘What’s wrong, love?’ Finally showing his cocky side with that one sentence.

‘More…I need more…’ I moaned out, struggling to keep my voice down.

I do not know how he did it, but I was out of my salwar within seconds, flat on my back once again, in an extremely heated kiss.

‘You feel that?’ He pointed out to his hardness pressing against me, providing both of us a fraction of the relief we craved. ‘That’s what you do to me, love. So never hide yourself. You’re f**king perfect.’

‘You’re too dressed!’ I choked out. He got off the bed and soon joined me in only his boxers. All the shyness and reservedness had already gone to hell. I looked at his strong legs, the sinful “V”, and back to his face unabashedly. Not caring that he saw me checking him out. ‘Come here.’

Shamsher was everywhere. He moved south, ridding me of the last piece of fabric, burying his face where I needed him the most, his tongue doing the most immortal things to me. His hands ran everywhere, inciting goosebumps and taking me higher until I peaked, covering my mouth with my hand, his words of encouragement letting me ride through it slowly.

‘Shamsher…’

‘You’re not ready…not yet…’

Nothing prepared me for him kissing his way up, and very slowly, sliding a finger into me. I welcomed the intrusion, thrusting my hips to meet his fingers.

‘So…tight…baby…’ I moaned against my mouth.

I was a mess already of gurgling and blabbering gibberish as he took another climax from me…and another one…adding more fingers, using his mouth everywhere, causing my back to arch off the bed.

As I came down from my last high, I heard the patter of raindrops against the window, moonlight caressing our skin. My eyes turned towards Shamsher, who dropped his boxer, his member hitting against stomach due to being confined for so long. I widened my gaze, staring at my husband’s beauty under the silver of the moon. A new surge of arousal gushed out of me, as I bit my lip. But one question arose…

‘Will that…in me…?’

Shamsher grinned at my inability to formulate a sentence and lay on me, letting his naked self touch me for the first time ever. His hardness brushed against the sensitive nub of my core, sending electric shocks through me. ‘It will…why do you think I took so long?’

‘Huh?’ Apparently my brain had slowed down its functioning because my body’s blood supply was flowing everywhere else.

‘You know it can hurt right?’ Shamsher said, sliding against me. ‘So I was preparing you. In case you feel more pain than pleasure.’

‘I trust you,’ I embraced him, raising my knees the way he wanted me to.

‘I love you,’ Shamsher replied, slowly pushing himself inside me. My mouth fell open at the stretch and how good it felt. The painful sensation I had from the first time he kissed me, a sign that my body wanted him, had disappeared!

Shamsher had stopped, and I made out a barrier. My barrier. We both cried out as he quickly moved past it, just holding me gently. ‘I got you baby, its okay. Take a deep breath for me, darling. I got you…I got you…’

I sniffled against his shoulder, reveling the fullness and letting the pain pass away. He kissed my tears but I felt new wetness on my face.

‘Shamsher?’ I noticed his tear-striken face. ‘Are you okay?’ I panicked, not knowing what to do.

‘I am more than okay, darling…I love you so much…’ Fresh tears fell off his eyes.

I wiped them gently with my fingers, locking my legs around his hips. ‘I love you too. So very much.’

‘Are you okay?’ He asked me.

‘Yes.’

‘I’m gonna move now, baby.’

Shamsher rocked his hips back and forth in lazy thrusts, holding me tightly against him. My lips pressed into the crook of his neck, muffling my salacious sounds, cradling the back of my head. He moved slowly, letting me get used to the sensation. Unsurprisingly, the pain was just a dull ache now, replaced by waves of pleasure.

‘So good…’ Shamsher said in-between in thrusts. ‘You feel so good…urgh baby…made for me…let me hear you…’

‘Yes!’ I exclaimed, biting his shoulder roughly. ‘Please Shamsher…’

‘What do you want, Mehak?’ He asked me, staring deep into my eyes.

‘More…faster…please…’

I knew he was holding back for me, but I needed it as badly as he did. Shamsher complied, picking up the pace, gripping my thigh with his free hand. My loud gasps were swallowed by his kiss as he slammed into me harder, while my nails tried to pull him closer.

‘F**k, baby…I’m not gonna last…’

His words were my undoing, the familiar knot in my belly returning, this time larger than before, ‘I’m gon-I’m gonna-’

‘Let go, baby, let go for me. I’m right there with you.’

My walls clenched around him, focussing on not screaming as my orgasm hit me hard. My head was thrown back, the weight in Shamsher’s palm, eyes rolled to back of my head, and body falling slack.

‘F**K!’ Shamsher hissed, gripping my thigh tighter, thrusting a few more times spilling himself in me, and finally collapsing on me, his body weight pressed very comfortingly on me. He let go off my thigh, still laying on me, resting his forehead against mine as we caught or breath.

‘Hi,’ I said bashfully, running my hands up his bicep.

‘Hey there.’

After another sound kiss, Shamsher rolled off me, laying on his back, pulling me to his side and covering us with a comforter. I traced patterns on his chest, smiling each time his lips pressed on my forehead. The rain continued to sing and the moon blessed the night with his silver rays.

‘Are you okay?’ Shamsher enquired, worry lacing his voice.

I threw my leg around his hips, ‘I am great.’

‘Thank you,’ he said softly, tilted my face up to meet my eyes. ‘You’ve given me everything in the world by being mine.’

‘And thank you, for transforming yourself into the man you are today. I love you.’

‘I love you.’

As the rain continued its dance and the moon shone brightly, I fell asleep in the arms of my husband to the very familiar tune he was humming.

We knew we were surrounded by trouble, darkness and conspiracies. But we had something the villains of our story lacked: love, compassion, and each other. And as far as we had that, nothing could stop us from making our life beautiful.

Love Is All We Need.

Akele Hai, Toh Kya Gham Hai

Chahe Toh Humare Bas Mein Kya Nahi,

Bas Ek Zara, Saath Ho Tera

Tere Toh Hai Hum, Kabse Sanam…