Posted:
Here's the 1st real HM update...
Our Human Shanak are in San Francisco...plz no chappals...
Just Call It Love
Ramzz yr siggies are getting sexier!😉
After saying their goodbyes to Shannon, Steve, April, Sean and new baby Khanak, before they left for the hospital; Khanak and Shaan were finally able to find their way to the shuttle stand outside the airport. Their hotel had gladly agreed to send another vehicle to pick them up.
They were both feeling the aftermath of the long journey which had been temporarily eased by the excitement of helping with the childbirth.
I'm ready to crash, are you? Shaan asked Khanak with a twinkle in his eyes, which she could interpret very well.
She nodded; she was missing the feel of his arms around her, his mouth on her lips, his' she blushed not wanting to think any further.
Why are your cheeks pink, Ms. Chameleon!
He chuckled as he pulled her into an embrace. I'm not a chameleon.
You are, a wonderful Pandora's Box of colors.
Helloo! Are you going to 4 Seasons? Gurvinder Singh at your service sir!
They turned around to see a middle aged Sardarji in a crisp white uniform smiling at them cheekily.
Yes, we are. Thanks for coming on time.
Shaan said a little doubtfully, as he had a sudden flashback of Delhi and a certain cabbie. Sahabji! Everything here has to be on time, nahin toh I wud lose my job. No time for any mauj masti
. He laughed, you are from India right? Khanak smiled and nodded eagerly happy to see a fellow country man in a foreign land.
Nayi naveli Jodi hai, waddi soni hai! How did I guess you may ask? Because Four Seasons is the best honeymoon hotel!
He winked making Khanak blush again and Shaan groan. This Gurvinder seemed to be the male avatar of his mother. But there seemed to be no other options left and he wanted to get to their room ASAP, so he reluctantly helped the driver load their bags in the trunk and got in the back of the sleek Cadillac.
Nice!
He exclaimed looking at the plush interior. Yes, yes! Everything is only 1st class with Four Seasons ji! Car, driver, food, rooms..hehehe
Aap India se yahaan kab aaye?
Khanak asked curiously, not heeding the warning pressure of Shaan's hand on hers. 15 yrs ho gaye behenji. I and my family of 6 came here from Punjab looking for a new life, when all our kheti baadi and house got destroyed in a fire and we couldn't recover anything. My bro sponsored me and we have been here ever since. Gaav ki badi yaad aati hai.
He said wistfully. Punjab? Shantanu is also from Punjab though his family has always lived in Mumbai,
she said glancing at him as he rolled his eyes in dismay. I guess we are from Punjab, though I don't know a single word in Punjabi, in fact I don't know much Hindi either.
He said pinching her arm hard, his brown eyes spitting fire. Ouch! Do you have a headache Shantanu, maaf kijiye bhai saab, he gets this way when he is hungry. Kab tak pahunchenge hum?
Aadha ghanta madam, hr! Lagta hai lambi journey ka nateeja hai! Hota hai, hota
hai. He smiled sympathetically at Shaan while he groaned, leaned his body back and closed his eyes. During the rest of the journey he listened to Khanak's excited squeals at the sights, at the funny way the streets seemed to go up and down like a roller coaster (she didn't sound even a bit tired,) and Gurvinder's amateur tour guide talk while loud bhangra music played on the sound system. He made up his mind never to ride in a desi cabbie's car again.
The Four Seasons:
She looked around the beautifully appointed hotel lobby; he was nowhere to be seen. He had disappeared with their luggage as soon as they had checked in, not bothering to know about the frills and fancies which the hotel offered especially for their honeymooning guests, and which the very nice receptionist had gone over with her very patiently; it had taken a while for her to get his American accent.
Was he angry with her, he had seemed somewhat put off in the car on the way to the hotel. Perhaps the loud music had given him a headache. Yes, that must be it and he was tired and hungry too after their journey and the unexpected delay in the airport where little Khanak had been born. She smiled at the thought, and prayed silently for the health of mom and baby.
She went up to the 4th floor to their room. She hoped that he would come back soon from wherever he had wandered off to. She missed him and now that they were at their destination, she wanted to spend some time alone with him.
When she opened the door; she was surprised to see that it was dark inside. Had somebody drawn the curtains? Was it..
Shantan..
Before she got the word out of her mouth, she felt herself pulled in and roughly pinned against the wall. Panic welled up from deep inside, her heart started to race as she opened her eyes wide, but she still couldn't see anything.
Had she entered the wrong room? Was she being ambushed on her very first day in a strange land? Where was her husband? All these questions flashed through her mind as she opened her mouth wide to scream,
Help! Shan..
Her mouth was clamped shut by a pair of coarse lips, robbing her of her breath, but they would not let go. Now fearing the worst possible fate, her struggles got more desperate but her attacker's hold got even stronger.
She was unable to move or kick out in self defense, because his heavy body was now on hers, pushing her back against the wall, so now she could feel his each and every sinew, powerful and well defined. It was a strangely sensual sensation; which confused, and embarrassed her. Why would she feel this way for a stranger?
Then a familiar waft hit her nostrils'Obsession'his perfume. It was her husband!
She almost sobbed with relief. Panic gave way to excitement as she relaxed in his arms and kissed him back, her passion matching his.
She gasped as her beloved roughly pulled down the sleeve of her shirt, making the buttons pop and bit her on the soft skin of her shoulder.
This is for giving me the run around in Tokyo!
He whispered in his husky voice. Then he pulled aside her long hair and nipped the top of her earlobe.
And this is for all the platonic pecks on my cheek!
He whispered menacingly in her ear as she cried with pleasure. She moaned and put her arms on his strong shoulders as he expertly unzipped her jeans, and lifted her up.
She kissed his forehead while he dumped her on what appeared to be the bed, and before she could catch her breath he was on top of her.
And this is for calling your husband your boyfriend. So be it, if a boyfriend sounds more exciting!
He said throatily against her mouth, while pinching her waist hard enough to cause involuntary tears to escape from her eyes. I'm sorry.
She said as she tenderly helped him remove his T. I will not do it again. Damn my darling, it's not your fault, it's all mine.
He said his voice suddenly gentle. Every day, every hour, every moment you haunt me no matter what you do and I feel like I am losing my mind! I cannot stay another day without making love to you. Please forgive me if I hurt you, I didn't mean to and he kissed her slowly, tenderly, his actions speaking louder than words. No this hurt is a translation of your love; there is pleasure in this pain!
She cried as she arched her body into his, biting him on his lower lip, telling him very clearly how she felt. He responded by kissing her again, this time a long hard white hot kiss which seemed to go on and on slaking her hunger. She loved him back slowly with purpose, easing away the tension that had built up over the past few days
Oh my baby's poor shoulder,
he said as he licked gently the spot he had bitten earlier, while his hands traced the contours of her bosom following with his lips causing her to bury her hot face in his neck, her heart thudding against his chest. But he didn't stop there, making her writhe and gasp as his fingers boldly explored the places he hadn't before giving a new definition to the word pleasure. I missed you so much Shan
, she said panting out of breath making him chuckle with satisfaction against her dainty midriff. I missed you too,
he said as he took her, and this time their coupling was smooth like a well oiled machine and they moved in a rhythm which complimented the other. At last when they lay exhausted in each other's arms, he said; I think we should not call it human physiology anymore.
She agreed; yes, we should just call it love.
xxx
This is what I would call rough and tumble.. different moods, different degrees of passion..
Please comment...😊
Health and Fitness
History
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Hindi TV Shows
Bhabhi Ji Ghar Pe Hain?
Anupamaa
Indian Premier League
