Tumhain apna banane ka junoon sar pey hai. ff chp 7 updated 11.12.16 - Page 10

Note: Mature chapter people below 18 please don't let me be the one to corrupt you.

Harman stood looking at the key card in his hand, how did this happen he had wondered. Here he had been formulating plans to surprise Soumya with a romantic getaway and Aryan had amazed him thrusting the key card in his hands to the suite upstairs. "Soumya" he had thought aloud watching Aryan chuckle "Bhabhi intezaar ker rahi hongi tumhara, ab jao" he had pushed Harman towards the elevator as it had rolled open noiselessly and Harman had stepped in it entranced. His mind was a blank slate, no movement registered in his brain but his feet had remembered to walk with precision, his eyes had searched the suite number and he had pushed the key card in the slot turning the handle to the door. The room was silent, fragrant, it seemed as if the air had frozen in time, as if he had entered a bubble that housed all his wishes. His feet had shuffled on the Persian carpet underfoot, his eyes had adjusted to the pot lights absorbing the surreal scene before him. Soumya's huddled figure stood near the closed french windows, dressed in bridal finery, seeing her that way had sent a chill down his spine this was too good to be true. Placing the card on the writing table he had progressed to her, his life, his bride.

Soumya had heard him enter yet had not found the courage to face him, yes she desired him, yes she had wanted a union but now when the moment had arrived her senses had refused to assist her in any way. She felt nervous, nauseous, how was she to face him? Suhana had explained her the process lest she be afraid and yes afraid she was of surrendering all that she had kept sacredly hidden from even her own self for a lifetime. She had felt the still air move behind her as his shadow loomed nearer till his breath ruffled her open curls. Harman had breathed deeply her scent was making him wild, he could hear her heart thud violently, his hands had traveled along the length of her arms and he had felt her shiver. He had turned her to face him the sudden act rendering her off guard and she had fallen against him her hands resting on his chest. "Gulabo" he had whispered softly caressing her alabaster cheek causing her skin to turn pink under his intense gaze. She remained silent yet her face had lifted on her own accord and she had opened her eyes knocking the breath out of him, she was the most beautiful creation by God, yes... she was certainly His masterpiece. Her hands had found his face running her fingertips over his stubble. He looked devilishly handsome tonight in his fitted jeans and motorcycle jacket. His silken hair fell carelessly on his forehead, his cupid lips velvet, his chocolate eyes misted with desire. He had absorbed her kohl eyes the hazel in them bewitching, torturing, her perfect lips painted in his favorite color. Her creamy skin covered by the maroon and gold he had gulped then, ardor pulsing through his veins like fire.

"Gulabo" he had groaned dipping his lips to her forehead in a feathery kiss her skin cool against his hotness "Meri bardasht ki hadd ab khatam ho gayi hai. Tumhain apna bananey ka, tumhain chahney, iss lamhey ko jeeney ka buhut intezaar kiya hai mainey... ab aur nahin" he had whispered near the shell of her ear making her breathe faster. "Harman" she had suppressed a sob and in that one siren call she had broken down all barriers. He had made her look at him scanning her features the way her eyes had skimmed over his face resting on his lips, the way her breath came in short gasps and the way her fingers rubbed against his chest made him understand he was the rain her desert needed. Harman's fingers had found the buttons to her blouse unfastening them carefully. The urgency in his touch making her heart race, her fingers had found refuge on his shirt clutching it while his swiftly ripped open the fabric. His hands had gently pushed the blouse down her creamy shoulders kissing the tops of her bare arms making her heart skip a beat.

Her eyes had closed as she felt his fingers graze her naked back fingering the clasp to her bra and undoing it painstakingly. His fingers had hooked in the straps pulling the fabric down she was gasping for air, her lungs incapable of breathing any longer. He had not waited for her to regain her senses and she had felt the wind knocked out of her as he pinched her tender mounds making her stifle a moan. His fingers had worked their magic and she had melted on the spot scrambling to stand upright. As his hands discovered her bosom roaming freely she had drawn into him her back molding in his expansive chest. She couldn't stop him she hadn't wanted to all she needed was him magnetic touch that made her dance to his tune. Her breath hitched as his hands had reached for her skirt next opening the strings deftly, Soumya had found it impossible to tame the longing coursing through her body like mercury. She had felt the fabric pool in a heap on the floor Harman had not waited for her approval neither had he asked her permission, her flushed face shivering form and slightly pursed lips had said it all. Picking her up in his arms he had taken her to the mammoth bed and had lain her down on the silken sheets the rose petals stuck to her like a second skin. Soumya had listened to his erratic breathing as his own clothes had come off in a flash.

Harman had noticed her eyes were closed while her arms were wrapped around her and a naughty smile had danced on his lips. Nearing her he had placed his hand on her thigh and her eyes had flown open, he could see the fear and passion mingled in them. "Gulabo" he had called her and she had buried her face in the pillow embarrassed by the extreme exposure. Harman did not want her frightened or self conscious, he had taken in her fragile form , her marmoreal beauty too intoxicating, yet he had reigned his fervor. "Soumya agar tum yeh nahin chahti to main tumhain nahin chuunga" he had told her moving back when she had sit up in alarm. "Harman" she had called to him her arm had stretched to catch his wrist "Please" she had pleaded un shed tears pooling in her eyes and he had gazed at her with burning embers. "Kiya tum yeh chahti ho Soumya?" he had asked his voice hoarse with need and she had simply nodded her face aflame with love and shame, she had finally noticed he wore nothing. "To phir bolo" he had whispered nearing her, her hold on his wrist loosening "Kiya?" she had asked unable to meet his fiery gaze. "Keh chahti ho tum mujhey, mera saath... aur yeh raat" he had incited her. Her lips had trembled his skin brushing against hers making her close her palms as nervous sweat bloomed on them. She had tried to repeat his words yet no sound emitted from her stifled throat robbed of speech. "Bolo" he had to susurrus, "Haan" was all she could manage through her parched lips. She could feel his hands working on the last remnants of fabric on her body and he had in a minute triumphantly discarded her lace panties on the floor. "Phir mat kehna keh mouqa nahin diya tha" he had seduced her, pulling her in his arms he had thrust his hands in her silken hair burning his print on her skin. His lips had found hers and had crushed them mercilessly. Soumya had let go of her thoughts her mind empty only his passion his presence and their bodies intertwined alive in her brain. He controlled her mind body and soul and she had let him. She had found her hands discovering his back roaming at free will, his taut skin scorching to the touch. Her fingers had traced his face, his neck, her lips travelling down the valley of his chest beckoning him to her in the most primal manner.

Harman had coaxed her mouth open tasting each crevice, teasing, titillating it with his tongue her sweetness overwhelming him like a drug. His mouth traced her features her closed eyes, her pert nose and her smooth cheeks. He progressed trailing deep hot kisses down her neck her collarbone and her bosom, the tender mounds melting in his mouth as he bit on them. She had moaned then unaware of the havoc she was creating, she had felt his warmth seep in her very soul, his tongue had invoked feelings she had never even thought were present within her. Her eyes had followed the path his tongue took as it went deeper down her body his hands playing, owning, commanding and finally his mouth had stopped at the juncture of her thighs. He had lifted his face studying her beauteous form, not breaking eye contact he had dipped his mouth to her core making her gasp in shock. He had felt her tense and his hands had caressed her inner thighs in an attempt to calm her, all in vain her throbbing pulse was loud in the silent room and without further ado he had claimed her sensitive bundle of nerves making her moan his name over and over again. Fire had coursed through Soumya's body rendering her immobile she had not felt anything like she felt now, his mouth tantalizingly soft, his tongue slick, trained pushing her to the brink yet keeping her from falling. It was as if he knew exactly what her body needed his tongue complying to her silent screams and later it had been too much. He had swirled her core masterfully heat pooling in her stomach, unknown sensations making her go insane, she had felt her muscles clench as her body had let go and she had heard her own scream as her first ever orgasm had hit her shattering her into a million pieces.

Harman had allowed her ragged breathing to stabilize, he had gently untangled the clenched sheet from her hands pulling her to him placing soft wet kisses on her mouth. Soumya had gazed at him with all the love in her heart, how could he be so giving. "Harman" she had cried hugging him burying her face in his chest and he had let her breathe in his minty earthy scent. He had said nothing but had laid her on the bed rolling on top shifting his weight in proportion to her, the wait had almost killed him. Soumya had traced his washboard abs her touch sending sparks where her skin met his and before she could understand what was happening he had kissed her deeply his legs pushing hers in submission. Soumya had pulled him to her gasping as he broke the kiss and then the pain had come as he had invaded her tenderly at first, she had whimpered arching underneath him and a slow tear had left her eye which he had kissed away. Harman had grown impatient his growls feral, his breath hot against her cheek. He felt like a tsunami had been unleashed within him filling him to the brink yet his lust remained unsatisfied, his speed picking up and Soumya had felt every sensation he was churning within her magnified a hundred times. The pain replaced with gentle waves of pleasure and as he had rocked her body it had felt like she was standing on a cliff and he was holding her by a thread. Harman had moaned as his body had experienced raw passion that had spread from his legs to the roots of his hair, he had pushed himself deeper in her, her soft moans making his heart beat go haywire. Oh how he loved her and in that one instant when she had called his name like a prayer he had lost all control letting the pleasure explode like hot magma allowing it to run its course and wash over him like the waves crashing against a sandy beach. He had felt her body jerk uncontrollably under him and then it had receded just as suddenly as it had come.

Much later Harman had propped himself on his elbow watching her breathe shallow breaths her lips parted slightly and his thumb had involuntarily traced the soft plumpness of them. Soumya had turned to face him, her hand had run through his hair brushing it back from his forehead gently. "Gulabo tum... theek ho na?" he had asked concern writ large on his face, he had not forgotten the tear that had left her eye during the course of their love making. "Theek huun" she had reassured him smiling shyly she had sidled towards him and he had hugged her. "Harman aap kabhi mujhey chor ker to nahin jaayeingey na?" she had questioned him and he had shaken his head in the negative. "Apni zindagi koi chorta hai bhala?" he had counter questioned. "I love you Harman" she had declared and he had sealed her confession with his kiss as an answer to her diminishing fears. It was the unsaid truth he couldn't leave her not now not ever, not even if he died and neither could she such was their love... written in the stars.