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Maanvi stiffened and Rahul cursed softly to himself. Did all good things have to come to an end?
"What happened?"
"Someone is around!"
"Let me check..." He strode to the door and closed it, locking it securely from within. He had never locked his bedroom door so far as a matter of practice, even after marriage. Solely as a manner to provide a comfort zone for his so-called wife, but now...things were different.
"Nobody around. Must have been a draught of air!"
She nodded shyly.
He enveloped her in his arms from behind and nuzzled her neck.
"And now what?"
"How would I know? Maybe you know better..."
"You think I am an expert in this? I have never done this before..."
She whirled around at this, wide-eyed.
"And all those girlfriends of yours? Pictures, Articles in page 3 of every newspaper..."
"And fans proposing to me every day, women claiming to be my wives from the past life, girls writing love letters to me in blood..." Rahul completed the sentence for her. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he continued in a small voice, "That's the make believe world of illusions out there. But beneath that layer of glamour and sophistication, I am a simple man, who loves you and only you to distraction...And believe me when I say, I have never..."
She sushed him with a finger on his lips, her eyes holding a strange reassurance.
He caught her hand delicately and kissed the fingers one by one. Goosebumps rose all over the body by the simple act of seduction and she snatched her hand from his. Or rather tried to when he neatly snaked his arm around her midriff and pulled her back against his body. So there they were: plastered from shoulder to thigh in each other's arms. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his throbbing manhood against her bottom. Ohh God...this was such an alien territory. Where was she headed? And what was to come next? She couldn't even think straight! What was happening to her?
"Maanvi...please don't feel shy!"
There was no way she could comply with that. Not in the first go at least. The throaty tender voice along with the closeness was so...intoxicating as he rubbed his beard on the sensitive area on her neck and shoulder. Strangely, the initial bout of unease was fading fast. Was this something planned and designed by the divinity? Rahul carefully removed her wedding chuda and jhumkas, sending shivers down her body by his mere touch. His slender fingers lifted her mane and undid the dori, dropping kisses on her nape; and the next thing she knew that her saree palloo was off her shoulder.
She turned away from him suddenly, her hands crossed over her bosom for the sake of dignity.
"And now you are feeling shy? I told you not to..." His husky voice was too much for her to bear as he enveloped her again. She was being swamped with emotions she had never felt before. His slender fingers reached across to her pleats and tugged softly; drawing lazy circles around her navel. Every touch of his fingers was sending a wave of pleasure throughout her body, something that lifted her to the stars and plummetted her to the depth of the crest, leaving her aching for more.
After a while he turned her around.
"Maanvi...touch me please! And remove my clothes!"
"You mean...I should..." She could barely manage to whisper.
"Of course! Please..."
He held himself perfectly still as she fumbled with his tee and he raised his hands above his head like an obedient pupil. Finally he was as exposed to her as she was to him.
She put out a tentative hand to feel the silky growth on his chest. He closed his eyes in pure pleasure as her fingers trailed the line right from his collarbone to his navel. And was about to fumble with the knot of his track pants when he caught her hand preventing her from exploring further.
"No...No don't do that Jaan...otherwise this will be over even before it has begun!"
She coloured to the roots of her hair at his raw desire. He picked her up like a treasure and carried her to the bed, shedding the last remnants of clothes on the way, further setting her on fire. And then just paused the process for a last moment of reprieve. Not that it was needed anyway!
"Maanvi...there is no stopping after this. If you are not comfortable, please tell me right away. I will splash a bucket of ice-cold water on my face and back off..."
There was no way she was going to tell him that. For a change, she didnt have to verbalize her need. He understood.
"So...shall I put off the lights?"
It was going to be a long night. Waves of passion broke over both of them as they captured each other's lips again. As they plundered each other, their hands aquainted themselves with each and every nook and cranny of the other person's body, a task made fruitful by the lack of clothing. Hands that were replaced by fingers that were in turn replaced by lips. Soon the room echoed with moans and groans of pleasure as shyness took its leave completely.
"Rahul...please...Aaahhh...dont stop!" Maanvi moaned in pleasure as his lips trailed down her throat and below; soon he had captured a rosy peak with his lips. And then the other...she held on to head tightly as his fingers probed her moist core; and soon she was writhing in pure ecstasy.
"Maanvi...are you ready?" A husky growl emanated from him as he poised over her. And sure enough, she was more than ready as she wrapped her legs around him and drew him close. Again no verbalization was needed at this point.
Her breath hitched as she felt him enter her. He paused for a moment to assess her comfort level. Once sure that she was fine, he initiated a rhythm which she picked up and amplified on her own. And soon both were riding the waves of pleasure, each wave rising higher and higher till they could control it no more; finally a giant tsunami tossed them to the stars beyond...
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Rahul scrunched his eyelids against the sunlight that filtered in through the curtains and a slow smile graced his lips. What had happened the night before was perfectly divine. Was that the reason why it was termed as bliss'? He had never felt so better anytime in his life so far. It was as if one had had a sip from the fountain of youth. Just a sip, but it was enough to knock off all the fatigue off a person's life. He opened his eyes and took in the interior of the room, his gaze travelling to the life size portrait of him and Maanvi in their wedding attire. Taken a week back when she was looking totally out of her comfort zone. And now...
Maanvi...his Maanvi was finally his! The sense of fulfilment when she had opened up to him had been unparalleled to anything he had experienced so far. But where was she? His groping fingers to her side of the bed returned back unhindered. So she had gotten up and was in the bathroom? He hastily wrapped himself in a bathrobe and peeped in, she wasn't there either.
And then he caught sight of it. A blood stain on the sheet.
His eyes widened out of plain fear and mortification. Was it because of...last night? Had he been too rough with her? Ohh God..had he hurt her to this extent? He should have been a bit more careful. Should he apologize? OK, better late than never. A quick shower and dressing later, he made his way to the dining area wherein a huge breakfast was being laid. A few voices could be heard.
"Sonali, where is Maanvi?"
"She is in the kitchen, preparing the next batch of paneer paranthas. I have told her to omit the butter for Raj..."
"Oye, Sonali, what is this fad about eating no butter? Maanvi puttar, no such restriction for me. OK? The paranthas should be properly seeped in butter... ah, Rahul is here. Good Morning!"
"Good Morning Dada Ji!"
Sonali quipped in.
"Good Morning, Rahul beta...Would you like to have tea? And you are late today!"
Rahul ran a tired hand through his tousled hair with a sheepish expression. "Ma, Actually...I..."
"You have never missed the alarm so far...how is it that you overslept today?"
Rahul hoped that his facial expression wouldn't betray anything.
"Oye Sonali, hota hai. He is newly married, in case you have all forgotten? Rahul Puttar...you go to your room and I will have your tea sent there!"
Rahul was glad for his Daadi's intervention as he hightailed from the dining area. A few more minutes and Sonali would have read his face like an open book.
A few minutes later, Maanvi entered their room balancing a tray of tea in her hands. Rahul let her in without a word and then turned to her with a deadpan expression.
"Maanvi...errr...yesterday night...did I... "
"You did what?" She was busy pouring the brew in his favourite mug.
"Maanvi ...what I was saying..."
"One spoon of honey? Or just sugar?"
He couldn't take it anymore. Dammitt! Why couldn't he just spell out his concern to her? And why couldn't she listen to him? Or was she...avoiding the topic? Did she regret it?
"Your tea!" She held the mug in her hands and hastily averted her eyes. Yes...so that was it. Whatever happened last night was just a formality for her. Or was she feeling shy? But he had to get it out of her somehow. Anyhow!
He placed the mug on the side table and caught her hand.
"Maanvi, I need to ask you something!"
"W..what is it about?"
"Yesterday night. What happened. Were you comfortable...Did I hurt you somewhere?"
"N...No. Why do you ask?"
"Are you bleeding?"
"Yes. But how did you..." And then it dawned on her. And he could mark out the exact moment when it did. She looked at him with wide open eyes and a mouth in the shape of an O. Both hands joined together a brief moment later to cover her open mouth. Ohh God. The bedsheet...She was about the lunge at the bed when he snaked his arm through her slim waist and pulled her back.
"Dont worry, Maanvi. I have washed it off!"
"What? You washed it off?"
He turned her to him and placed both hands on her shoulder.
"Yes, I did. But first answer my question. Did it hurt?"
She shook her head before hiding it in his chest. He rubbed his face in her recently shampooed mane and gathered her close. His love was finally being acknowledged by his beloved.
She straightened up a while later.
"You tea...gone cold!"
"Never mind that. So now on..." he caught hold of her chin and looked deep in her eyes, "it's not going to pain anymore. For you are going to relax further. And I am going to make you relax. And practice..."
She blushed to the roots of her hair at the blatant declaration. He continued further.
"Practice schedule is going to be...thrice a day. Once before sleeping and once after getting up. And once after lunch, in the afternoon..."
Maanvi mock punched his chest before pulling apart.
"Afternoon? In broad daylight? You...shameless! what if somebody..."
"Let them see. We're married, aren't we?"
She ran out of the room. Rahul in turn burst into a song, quite suitable for the occasion.
Aaj main ooper, aasman neeche...'
****
Across the living room, Raj was busy reading a message that his friend, Talwar had recently keyed in.
Looks like they have settled in their marital life. Now for the next stage. I am initiating something on my own. Rahul's new album needs to be marketed well. Avanti will take care of that and start spending a lot of time with Rahul. Time to provide for a little heartburn. The spark exists in your own house, fuel will be provided by Avanti...an explosion will soon be heard!
Across the city, Talwar had just finished sending the message when there was a soft knock on his door. It was his daughter, Avanti.
"Dad...You asked for me?"
"Yes, my dear. See, you have returned from the US with a Masters in Business Administration. And I had planned several things for you, one thing being getting you married in a suitable business family, like the Sabarwals, so that eventually you can take over the empire. Rahul knows only to sing. And the middle brother Shaleen, is a fool, a drug addict who has no standing in the family as well as the outside world. That family was a perfect place for you to grow further...
Avanti was quiet, mulling over what her father was about to say next.
"Raj is another fool. He can't see beyond his arrogance and vanity. And now Rahul got married to that simpleton. So that calls for a change in plans. This is what I want you to do..."
He talked for an hour and it was a cheerful Avanti who stepped out of his study. Who said there was no spice in her life? Rubbing her hands in glee, she set about her next task.
Talwar, on the other hand, had other reasons to be cheerful as he gazed at his mobile wall paper. A picture of him and Raj Sabarwal together, raising a toast to something. Lips curling in a cruel smile, he muttered to himself. Stupid conceited fool. You think you can put fire to your neighbour's home and assume it won't spread to your own yard?
Originally posted by: sweetcathy29
that was good work!
👏some details reminded of a different show I used to watch few months back with my roomies, forgot the name of the show.but that was too good. proper protagonist-antagonist dosage.do write more!
Originally posted by: Garima04
Another great writeup!
You express really well..Enjoyed it !!
Continue writing yaar!
#Ranvi are amazing as alwayZ
Thnks fr the P.M 😳
Originally posted by: shanakyasharan
i have been like this all throughout
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sheer brilliance
im dazed
going for round 2, 3,4,5,5,6,...so on of reading
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