OS - Safe in his arms P75 - Page 31

Originally posted by: Anki_KJSG

Lovely one Saras dobo z man of few words..lol can't even compliment our smart dikari...bt i loved d most wen he stood fr her infront of Goman(though its othr thng tht our dikari can handle her bt its gud to see tht saras din stay quite) last was beautiful thanx fr d pm..

Thanks dear!
You never know what happens next, and Saras dhikra is on full swing now and he is not the bheegi billi any more 😆

My goodness. That was absolutely amazing collection. I had no idea that you had that kind of skill and talent. Your use of language is beyond words...that may have something to do with my limitations with the language but I digress...your vocabulary is truely astounding.

Originally posted by: Shell16

My goodness. That was absolutely amazing collection. I had no idea that you had that kind of skill and talent. Your use of language is beyond words...that may have something to do with my limitations with the language but I digress...your vocabulary is truely astounding.

I would be ever so grateful if you forward me your non G rated version of the Dream OS. I was 15 decades ago...😃

Thank you SO much for including me in your PM. I feel privileged.

Shelly

This is the first time I read ur story
N I loved it.
The way the story is gng is fab
Continue soon
N tank for the pm

This is the first time I read ur story
N I loved it.
The way the story is gng is fab
Continue soon
N tanx for the pm

Originally posted by: NeetuHarshi

This is the first time I read ur story
N I loved it.
The way the story is gng is fab
Continue soon
N tanx for the pm

OMG such an awesome O Azuu !! <3<3 You are such a fabulous writer <3 :* Love you sooo much 🤗

Originally posted by: -sweetgal19-

OMG such an awesome O Azuu !! <3<3 You are such a fabulous writer <3 :* Love you sooo much 🤗

Statutory warning issued!

Kids, I told you this is for 18+ but still you guys peeped here😈 chalo, ab jaao yahan se

Thanks Saru jaan for suggesting such a beautiful and apt title😳

Ek Khubsurat Pal (18+) only

Saras wondered if his plan would backfire as he started the car to go to the bus station to pick Kumud. Would she be surprised to see him there waiting for her? Would she agree to come home with him, ignoring the peoples stares? Why wouldn't she? He shook his head and smiled at his silly thoughts. Has he gone mad? No, he dismissed that thought and concentrated on the long road ahead. He completed his journey with the thought of her in his head, of her being his bride. Of removing the jewelry from her body, of removing all the barriers that comes in between their bodies, he thought of taking her in his arms and would hide her in his embrace forever.

'Chalo, chalo, ab hum doosre bus ko yahin intezaar karte hein' it was her voice, that brought him back to the world form his own thoughts. He quickly got out of the car, and ran towards the crowd of ladies getting into the queue line to get into the dubba. It was then he caught a glimpse of her ghargra in between two other ladies, he stopped and thought of his next step. He should call her, he thought. No, he then changed his strategy of calling her name, he asked a lady to bring Kumud to him and walked off from there.

'There he is' the lady told Kumud, pointing at Saras, who leaned against the car, eagerly waiting for her. He straightened himself, closed his eyes as he heard the soothing sound of her paayal when she approached towards him. 'You?' Kumud almost screamed, surprised, seeing Saras waiting for her. She felt the tears gathered into her eyes as she hurried to him, wondering how she got so lucky as to find happiness with this man. She could have never believed that Saras would wipe away all her sorrows with so much love and care, in spite of rejecting her in the very first place.

'Haan, mein! Tumhare Saras' he said, smiling at her and outstretched his hands to her. Kumud moved a few steps closer, almost touching his hands. 'Now don't look at me like that' Saras whispered into her ears, as he moved closer to her bridging the gap between them. He knew he should step back, but her eyes undid him. He had missed her so badly for the past couple of days. His eyes longed for her sweet smile, his ears urged for the rhythmic sound of her paayal and he missed the smell of her sweet fragrance. He won't let her out of his sight now even for a single second, he promised himself. 'Some one may come this way!' Kumud freed herself from his slight embrace agreed to go home with him and went back to her colleagues.

It was almost evening that they started their journey back to home, and the sky turned out grey, announcing that the weather was turning nasty. They kept on looking and smiling at each other with every passing moment unaware of the changing weather. No longer they could cover half of their journey, the first strike of lightning occurred, following a loud noise of thunder that made him to stop the car. 'Are you ok?' He asked Kumud, thinking she might get scared. She shook her head, saying no and he started driving again.

They reached home late in the night and everything was quiet around them besides the heavy rain. Saras stopped Kumud from getting out of the car and went out to open the door for her. Before he could get hold of Kumud, she escaped from there and stepped outside into the garden, lifted her face to the rain and enjoyed the water running all over her. Enthralled with nature, she kept on turning around, smiling and dancing to her own rhythm in accordance with the rhythm of the rain. She did love the water but she did not realize this was cold. Saras became angry, but could not stop him from admiring her for an instant.

She was there in front of him, her hair open, and her parted lips slightly trembling. She was wearing a black choli and a ghargra embroidered with a mixture of radiant colours. She shone like a beacon to a drown ship. He walked up to her and stood in front of her, face to face. He wanted to envelope her in his heat, mingling hers with his. He craved for her touch, her feel. He inhaled deeply, trying to control his staggering breath. He raised his hand and took her hand in his, lacing his fingers with hers. He looked at their joined hands and then looked up at her face as he took a step to close the gap between them. There was hardly any distance between them. He could feel her breath when she exhaled.

Saras looked at her kissable lips watched them moving and widening with darting tongue drying them as the water flowed over them. Oh dear God! Why she was so innocently captivating, he thought. His lips straightened from the curve they had with the spontaneous laughter that had come out of him and now parted slightly to see the rivulets of water that traveled down on her breasts. Her nipples seemed to have perked up beneath the clothes as his eyes moved to them as if knowing they were the point of attention for his eyes, right now. Kumud, who was engrossed in her own observation to notice where his eyes traveled, knew how her body reacted to his gaze and knew that he was but looking at her breasts. She pushed him away and said 'I have to go'. He asked 'where?' and lifted her in his arms and walked across the threshold into his bedroom. She held on to him when he put her on her feet as she realized that her feet had suddenly turned into jelly.

Saras wounded his arm around the waist of Kumud, pulled her closer to him, supporting her as she held onto his shirt with both her hands. His eyes had molten fire in them ready to burn her with the searing gaze. He ran his free hand down her cheek and moved her hair aside, then down her throat, tracing the fine veins slowly at first, down her cheeks and then up her arm, took her hand in his and kissed the hand. His eyes drifted back to her heaving breasts. He was fascinated with the movement they made with every breath she took. He then looked up into her eyes. Oh God, it was his undoing! They held emotions that made him want to crush her to him, made him want to run his hands wildly in her hair and kiss her till both of them are breathless. He let go off whatever little was left of his self control and asked her to change her wet clothes. She just smiled her sweetest smile and put her head on his chest facing down, as if a sudden bout of shyness had attacked her and she wanted him to take over. He went and brought a shirt for her to change into.

Kumud went to the bathroom meekly and changed into the shirt. She felt shy but went out to the bedroom and stopped as she saw Saras who had removed his wet shirt was wearing a vest and was rubbing his hair with a towel, even though droplets of water clung to his skin and ran down his chest and back as he walked briskly towards the dresser. She inhaled trying to calm her heartbeats that threatened to run away when she laid her eyes on him. Saras turned around, looked at her and saw her clutching the shirt, shyly. How does she make even a simple garment like a shirt look so much better on her? He wanted to peel it off her, right at that moment.

Saras kissed her forehead, her eyes, and her lips with passion that threatened to spill over. Kumud wound her arms around his neck and submitted herself to his ministrations. He then moved her to the bed, laid her down and slide beside her. He traced a finger from her forehead to her throat and held her neck in his hand as he kissed her lips passionately. She too returned him the kiss with passion. He held her closer as he tasted her, and devoured her. He did not want to rush her, to scare her with his intensity. He slid against her body letting her feels his arousal and slowly he reached to unbutton the shirt she was wearing. He unbuttoned the first one and then the other with the lightest of the touches, making her writher in his arms, her breathing jagged in response to his touch. Kumud felt a sense of euphoria humming in her body with a tune that was new and bewildering. She felt revered by his eyes worshiping her.

He kissed her neck and ran his tongue on her throat down to the top of her breasts. Kumud arched her back in response, letting Saras victorious, providing further access to him. He lunged on it, took it in his mouth, suckling and making her moan. He got rid off the last sheet of clothing that separated their bodies, and followed his journey downward to her navel with his tongue and lips. A soft sigh escaped from her as he weaved his web of desire on her secret fire. As they rode together to heaven, he turned her over him and held her close as they came back to the earth. They felt their happiness all over their souls and bodies as they murmured about how much they love each other'''''and yet there is another day to face.

😲 😲 😲

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