After a couple more rituals, and God knows how many hours of clicking pictures, the newly wed couple went around thanking everyone for helping them with their wedding, and expressed their gratefulness to the others who attended. The crowd slowly dispersed as Suraj and Chakor began talking with all the priests. The head priest smiled kindly at them, his smile reaching his eyes as he blessed the newly weds. All the priests left for lunch, leaving the two alone. It was almost 3, and Chakor was hungry. She proceeded to let go of Suraj's hand, so that she could go to her room to change. It was in vain, since Suraj pulled her back, and Chakor's back crashed into his chest. He draped an arm around her torso, bending down to whisper into her ear.
"Where do you think you're going?"
His hot breath tickled her ear, and she shivered under his hold. Purposely, he blew cold air in her ear, and she jumped.
"Suraj," she squeaked, squirming in his hold. "Yes, WIFEY," he smirked. Her ears were red now, probably her face too, he thought. He rested his chin against her shoulder blade, looking up at her, pushing her bangs aside. They had come loose sometime in between, much to Vishu's dismay. "I love you," he whispered, slowly and softly, only for her to hear. She giggled softly as he lifted his face. Looking up at him from the front, she leant back and kissed his cheek. "Love you too," He chuckled as he kissed her forehead. "Let me go change so we can eat?" She asked. He nodded as he swept his arm off her waist. He watched her walking away to the Bride's room, his hand running through his hair as he watched her perfect posture. He opened his mouth to call her, on pure impulse, but decided against it. He was being too clingy, he chided himself.
But much to his surprise, the moment he had wanted to call her, she had stopped in her tracks, and turned around. She slowly walked back to him, and put her hand on his shoulder. Using that as a support, she stood on her tip toes as she whispered into his ear, "I might not see you like this again. So I'm going to tell you now. You look dashing, HUBBY darling."
She hurried away after that, not waiting for his reply. Suffice it to say Suraj never wanted to change his clothes.
After a quick lunch, Chagan drove the two to the Marriage Registrar. Rishab, Priya and Surbhi followed in the next car, while Ragini went with Vishu back to Suraj's house. Yuvi stayed with Rishab, after throwing a tantrum about wanting to go to Suvreen's house. Rishab had somehow convinced the little guy and had managed to get him to sleep.
After the legal documents had been filed, Surbhi and Priya whisked Chakor away, much to Suraj's dismay. He had made puppy dog eyes at his wife, and she had almost agreed to not leave him, until Surbhi had intervened.
"Nah uh Bhava," she said coming in front of Chakor, "She's our friend first, your wife next." Suraj almost pouted at her. Almost, cause she followed up with, "Anyway, you'll get her back this evening." Rishab and her shared a look, smirking. "She's all yours~" Rishab sang as he linked his arm with Suraj's, dragging him away. Chagan went behind the male duo, laughing at how Suraj was trying to get rid of Rishab.
"Make sure you give us a happy Boss tomorrow," Priya chirped in as they disappeared, her hands on Chakor's shoulders, eyebrows wiggling susuggestively. Chakor literally choked on thin air at their words. Thank God Yuvi was asleep and not listening in on their conversation.
The men went to buy Suraj's ring, so that he could proudly show off that he was married, in Chagan's words, and so that he could be removed from the 'Top 10 Bachelor Businessmen in India' list, according to Rishab. Rishab had also contacted the lawyer about the adoption papers, which would be drawn up the next day. The women meanwhile, sat in the car, unwrapping the few gifts given during the wedding. Chakor slowly drifted off to sleep, Yuvi the same on her lap. Rishab had handed him over to Priya when he was asked to sign as one of the witness.
A couple of hours might have passed, and when Chakor woke up, she found the car nearing Suraj's house. It took her a while to completely wake and take note of her surroundings. Chagan was driving, and the passenger seat was empty. She could hear Priya and Surbhi whispering something to each other at the back. Rishab, she supposed, was driving his own car. So that left...
She lifted her head up from the shoulder where she had been resting, to see Suraj beside her. He was asleep, taking support of the head rest while he had his arm around her shoulders. Yuvi meanwhile, was still out like a light on her lap, his mouth wide open and his small tummy going up and down as he breathed.
She closed her eyes and rubbed a bit, till she felt she was finally awake. She looked up front and saw Chagan turning towards the right. They were only a few minutes away from Suraj's house now.
She placed her hand on Suraj's arm, shaking him a bit. He was a light sleeper, it seemed, for he was immediately up. Chakor was kind of against waking him up, since she knew Suraj hadn't slept well the past few days. That seemed to reflect in his actions, for he pulled her closer, placing his head on hers as he closed his eyes again. He let out a long sigh, and she let him sleep for a few more minutes.
Yuvi woke as the car steered to a halt at the end of the driveway, as did Suraj. Both yawned at the same time, gingerly getting out the car from opposite sides. Chakor stifled a giggle that rose up.
Rishab, meanwhile, had jumped out of the car like a bunny, and was waiting with his own camera at the end of the stairs, ready to click away as the couple got down the car. Vishu and Ragini came out, hearing all the loud voices below. They watched from the porch as Suraj and Chakor came up the stairs, Suraj leading her, holding her hand. Vishu got out the rice filled kalash, along with the aarti thaal to welcome the newly weds. She handed the aarti thaal to Ragini while she placed the kalash on a flower decorated rangoli.
Chagan had joined Rishab in his photography mania, no one knew from where they'd managed to get cameras. They were hindering the couple's climb up the stairs, wanting to take a picture at every step. Priya and Surbhi followed behind them, carrying the gifts and a few suitcases.
Rishab smiled as he took another picture. They looked so perfect, he couldn't help himself from clicking away. Suraj, for the first time in a long time, was wearing casuals, or as casual as he could get, with faded jeans and a white shirt and a navy blue overcoat. Chakor stood out in her dark green saree, but what made Rishab smile was the fact that though her saree and the Rajvanshi heirloom looked beautiful in the picture, her thaali stood out amongst all, announcing with pride its authority.
Foam oozed out of the tin as Chakor entered, knocking the kalash and stepping in with Suraj. The entire gang was wooing and cheering, while Rishab in the corner was trying to figure out why the confetti canon didn't burst like it should have. Without a word, they all settled on the couch, making themselves at home, uncaring of the mess they had made at the doorway thanks to the foam and confetti.
Suraj collapsed on the couch, not willing to change again. He was beyond exhausted by now. Yuvi on the other hand, it seemed like he had a fully charged battery inserted into his being, for he was jumping around again. Chakor changed into a simple orange-pink silk saree along with Priya and Surbhi who changed into comfortable salwar suits. She went to prepare tea and some snacks for everyone, but was pushed out by Vishu and Ragini, who wouldn't let her do anything.
"Go rest now. You can do all this tomorrow," Ragini said as she ushered her out.
"Yeah. Take all the rest you can get. Not like you can sleep tonight anyway," Vishu winked while pouring the milk into a vessel. Chakor blushed at her words, and Ragini did too, while Vishu looked on unabashed.
The youth gang outside were chattering away, Yuvi running in between all of them, till finally settling on Suraj's lap. He looked up at his father, who smiled at him.
"Yuvi has a question," he started slowly, staring at Suraj, unblinking. Suraj simply nodded his head. "Why Mama Papa get married again?"
That question felt like an atom bomb, and the entire room fell into an ominous silence. Of course, Yuvi believed Suraj to be his father, so obviously he had also expected that they would be married, and that his father was just staying away from them or something.
"What a silly question, Yuvi," Vishu broke the silence. "They got married so you could see it this time. But you were busy playing with Suvreen," she pinched his small nose.
"Oooh!" Yuvi's eyes lit up. "Yuvi sorry Yuvi no see. But Yuvi surely see all pictures!" He nodded his head vigorously, and Suraj ruffled the boy's hair, thankful for the timely rescue.
"Well, I'd better leave now. My hubby darling is going to get cranky if he doesn't get any coffee in the evening." Vishu said, and everyone laughed. It was around 6 now, time surely flew by. Surbhi left with her, and Priya and Chagan left at around 7.30, the latter saying he would drop the former.
Ragini and Chakor were now in Yuvi's room, yes, he had chosen a room for himself already, and Chakor was putting him to sleep. She didn't have the courage to enter Suraj's... their room right now. It had already been decorated, she knew. Vishu and Ragini had come back for that purpose. Her feet had grown numb every time she had passed by the locked door of the room.
Presently, Ragini lifted Yuvi in her arms, patting his back slowly, lulling him to sleep. She walked out of the room slowly, into the corridor between the rooms, giving Chakor time to change.
Chakor looked at the box, hesitant to touch it. She had already seen the saree, and had decided she would wear it for this... occasion, but right now, her hands didn't move at all. She looked at herself in the mirror, and exhaled slowly.
"You can do this." She mumbled to herself. Suraj's thoughts filled her head as she reached out for the box, finally opening it.
The mauve saree stared back at her, standing proud, an exquisite shade. She gulped again as she took out her jewellery. She looked at herself in the mirror as she put her bangles on, goosebumps rising on her skin as the cold metal slid through her slim fingers. She was usually quick to drape a saree, but today it seemed to be taking forever. Somehow, she felt her fleets weren't sitting in the right position. She couldn't decide whether to take out pleats or just leave her pallu loose. After a 7 minute battle with herself, she finally managed to drape the saree to her satisfaction. She looked at her reflection again, tilting her head from side to side, examining herself from top to bottom. She pulled at the heirloom, debating whether to remove it or let it be, when Ragini knocked on the door.
"Listen, just because I'm letting her go with you doesn't mean you have the permission to do stuff, am I clear?" Suraj sternly addressed Rishab, and Rishab nodded his head vigorously, standing at the door way. Ragini and Rishab, along with Yuvi, were going to Rishab's place for the night, so that... okay, to give the newly weds some space. You know what I mean?
"You go anywhere close to her without asking her out, then I'll,"
"I understand." Rishab said meekly. "I know what Rajvanshis are capable of," he added softly.
"Good." Suraj smiled. "And thanks," he said, pulling Rishab into a hug. "Hopefully you'll tell the same even after a couple of years of your marriage," Rishab chuckled. Suraj snorted as he broke the hug, just as Ragini arrived at the door way. He smiled at her, pulling her into a hug and kissing her good night. He did the same for Yuvi who was already asleep, lightly pecking his forehead. He walked down with them, seeing them off. He stayed out for a few minutes, long after the car had disappeared from sight. Looking up at the moon, he drew in a long breath, exhaling slowly as he made his way up.
Chakor meanwhile, felt like running away. She knew this was coming, and Heaven knew why she was so nervous, but the reality of the flower decorated bed had hit her like a bus. She felt like a virgin again, and without her realising, she had turned and started to run towards the doorway,
.
.
.
Only to crash into Suraj.
Suraj raised an eyebrow at her as he turned slightly to bolt the door. Chakor gulped as the lock clicked in, moving a few steps away. Suraj started advancing toward her, unperturbed.
"Where do you think you're going now, wife?" He asked, his steps getting longer as she kept scurrying behind. "I... I was... I... eeeaaah!" She squeaked as she fell back in the bed. Her landing had been soft, the mattress being decked with rose petals after all.
Suraj parted the flower curtains and peered at her, his figure towering over her own as he moved forward, lodging her folded legs between his as he stood. His lips curved into a slight smile as put forth a hand to help her up. He bent down to her level, staring at her as she looked from side to side, avoiding his gaze. "Are you scared?" He whispered suddenly, and her eyes shot up. Shivering at the sight of his fiery gaze, she dropped her head and nodded, biting her lip for being unable to speak.
She heard ruffling sounds, and looked up to see him removing his overcoat, discarding it into the darkness. He bent again to her eye level, taking her hand in his own, placing it on his chest. She could feel his heartbeat, it was on par with her own, thudding against his chest with vigour. This time, she met his fiery gaze with her own.
"I'm the same. That makes two of us then." He kissed the back of her hand before releasing it. Leaning forward with the support of his hands, he kissed her forehead. He observed the vermilion on her hairline for a few seconds, the lusty animal in him growing on seeing the deep red colour.
He put his arm around, removing her hair clip, combing through her hair with his fingers, leaving it disheveled. He stood up, pulling her along. He observed her from top to bottom, and she closed her eyes and clenched her fists as he neared her again. His hot breath fanned over her eyelashes as he draped his right arm around her torso, the other running up her thigh.
"This colour brings back memories," he said slowly and she shivered as his hand moved up her back, undoing her dori. A slight pull from him and she was flush against him, panting as she grabbed the back of his shirt, finally opening her eyes.
He kissed her neck, moving toward her jawline as he lifted her up slightly, walking back till her legs met the bed, causing them to fall over.
She squeaked out as she lost balance, her hands grabbing his shirt as she pulled him with her as she fell down. He growled slowly as he lifted himself up, their faces just mere centimeters away, their breaths mingling.
He leaned forward, and slowly, ever so slowly, their lips met.
At first, their lips moved slowly against each other, feeling the contours of the other, familiarizing themselves with each other after a period of 5 years, five very long years. Her hands moved restlessly against his back, fighting with the fabric of his shirt to feel him as she pulled him against herself. His hands slid against her curves, pulling at her saree, loosening it from her being. His fingers slithered further up, reaching the material of her blouse. His palm brushed over her mound as he undid the buttons, and she gasped into the kiss.
Taking that as cue, his tongue entered her, mating with hers. Her taste was the same as he remembered, sweet, absolutely divine. It was like the elixir of life.
Her hands moved from his shirt to the back of his head, pulling him closer, if that was possible. Leaving the task of undoing her blouse half done, he moved his hands to the back, pulling her up slightly and placing her properly on the bed, all the while fighting for dominance with her tongue. He got up on the bed as she gasped out for air, breaking the kiss. Her hands dropped down to her sides as he kneeled over her figure, pulling at his shirt, throwing it in the same direction as his overcoat.
Chakor had finally come to her senses, her hangover from the previous kiss subsiding. She should've kept her eyes closed, for the minute she opened them, she saw Suraj discarding his shirt, heaving above her, bare chested.
Chakor swallowed. Once. Twice.
Suraj was in front of her. Bare chested. And God, if she had thought before that he couldn't be more perfect, she was wrong.
His body was leaner and more toned than she remembered, sculpted, to be precise. His shoulder blades still had their sharpness, and his chest was broader than ever. His gold watch glistened in the dim light of the street light outside, as he ran a hand through his hair, brushing it away. He was staring at her just the same, she knew. Her body heated up beneath him, and unknowingly, she moved her body up, grinding against him.
He growled lowly, staring at her with predatory eyes. She was a fine feast, laying on the bed like that, her saree and her blouse half undone, her hands clenching the blanket, her swollen lips which let out small pants every now and then, and God, her disheveled hair all over those rose petals drove him crazy.
Clutching her saree, he pulled the pallu away, and she gasped as the cold air tickled her exposed skin. He swooped down, their bodies warming each other as they moved against one another, him peppering kisses from her chin to her navel. He repeated the same upward now, playing around with her thaali. Catching it in his mouth, he tugged at it once or twice, bringing it in front of her eyes before letting it drop.
"Chakor Suraj Rajvanshi."
He said each syllable slowly, both of them digesting the truth as his hands slid under her blouse, brushing against the fabric of her bra.
"Aa... aaah!" She cried out, and he smirked, pushing away the blouse before snaking his hand under to unhook her bra.
She closed her hands over her mouth, her body rocking as he took his own sweet time to unhook her bra, drawing circles over her breast, before brushing her hardened peaks with his thumb. She had cried out when he had done that, her body grinding against him again, this time unintentionally.
His eyes had darkened this time around, and he swiftly pulled the interrupting fabric away, her bare self a reward to his eyes.
She had immediately covered her chest, squirming under his gaze, her eyes shut tightly as her body tingled with the remnants of his touches. She opened her eyes soon enough, when he managed to pull out her entire saree, along with the petticoat, in one swift motion.
There was now but one small fabric between him and her. He leaned forward again, panting slightly himself.
"This won't do," he growled as he parted her arms, locking them above her head with his left. He put two fingers in her mouth, and she sucked slowly, before he captured her lips again, an even more fierce battle of dominance this time. His right hand slowly trailed a wet path downward, going inside the cloth that hid her womanhood from him, parting her lips.
She moaned into the kiss, hands struggling to get free from his grasp. There were times when Suraj was awfully gentle, but this wasn't one of them. He was fierce today, lusting after her body after waiting all this while.
He was trying to prove, with all his being, his love for her, that he converted into his passion and drive while they made love.
He parted from her as she drew in a sharp breath, only to come down and claim her lips again. Long kisses were his forte, and he knew very well just how long she could handle.
His hands weren't idle. While one busied itself with encasing both her hands, the other was slowly drawing circles down there, and purposely, he flicked the bundle of nerves that drove women over the edge. He had let her catch her breath before that, and she screamed loud and hard as she arched her back toward him. He rubbed her cl*t again and again and again, and she moaned and groaned and writhed, begging for release.
Her body shook violently as he continued his ministrations, before finally releasing her hands so he could take off the intruding piece of cloth. He cupped her breast, teasing her hardened peaks as his other hand continued pleasuring her down below. She chanted his name over and over, her voice reaching a feverish pitch as she came close to her release. He swooped down and claimed her lips yet again, and her lips burned. They were already swollen, but he had continued to kiss her with increasing passion and vigour, and she found herself wanting more, regardless of the pain.
She screamed into the kiss as she reached her climax, her back arching impossibly, her upper body flush against his bare chest. He held the back of her head, his fingers buried in her hair as he pulled her forward, intensifying the kiss. He invaded each and every part of her sweet cavern, his tongue going deeper and deeper with each stroke. She was exhausted, he knew, yet he urged her on, his tongue finding hers, and an intense mating session ensued.
Her nails were boring into his back, and her legs were around his waist. He presently broke the kiss to let her breath, and she gasped for air, her lips tingling with his warmth. He bit her collarbone as he went down, sucking and biting and repeating the process till there was a bright hickey at the spot. Satisfied with his work, he went lower, peppering kisses all the way down the valley between her breasts as he cupped and squeezed the left one. His mouth latched on the other one, sucking hard. She cried out as he bit down a few times, albeit not that hard. He repeated the sucking and biting on the left one as well, and Chakor started seeing stars as she drew closer to her second climax.
He looked up at her, and smirked seeing her dazed state. Now, he couldn't let her have all the fun. What. A. Sadist.
He made her sit up, her back reclining on one of the pillows placed against the headrest. She let him do as he pleased, but alarm bells started to ring as he bent down, not to meet her eyes, but lower. She immediately placed her hands on either sides of his head, stopping him from going further. He smirked up at her, as though challenging her. He swooped down and parted her legs and she cried out.
"SURAJ! NO! WAIT!"
Her cries were in vain, as Suraj placed her legs on his shoulder, as he dipped his head down, coming face to face with her opening. "No no no no," she chanted as he parted the lips of her cavern, moving forward.
Then, slowly and gently, he probed her insides, with his tongue. She shook violently, her legs moving around as he kept tasting her. He licked and sucked, hard, her crying out in ecstasy as he did so. Like a final blow, he sucked on her cl*t, and she came the second time, screaming his name loud enough for everyone in close vicinity to hear.
She was panting and gasping as she collapsed on the bed, closing her eyes, trying to calm herself down. Suraj, meanwhile, he had the stamina of a horse.
He waited for a few seconds for her to come down from her high, but then, not wanting to stay idle, he went to work on her collarbone again, marking her.
She sighed as he kept repeating his actions of sucking and biting and kissing, his hair tickling her nose. Her legs scraped against his, and she pouted at the rough jean material.
Suraj lifted his head sharply as he felt Chakor's hand on his belt. With slight difficulty, she managed to unlock the belt from its buckle. She was close to unzipping his pants when he held her hands.
"Easy, tiger. Let me help you," he winked, pulling off his jeans and boxers in one swift motion. She huffed at his teasing, and when he wasn't paying attention, she flipped them over.
To say Suraj was surprised, was the understatement of the year.
He didn't expect his wife to do THAT. He thought he was the one in charge. Tough luck.
Chakor was yet to come down from her high, but she was determined to give Suraj a taste of his own medicine as well. The ghost of his titillating touches still ran up and down her skin, and she was intoxicated by him, his very being.
She bent down and kissed him softly, her kiss unlike his, slow, like they had all the time in the world. Suraj could have easily flipped them over, but he waited for her. Plus, he had a nice view. Who was he to complain?
She kissed down his jawline, going down to his chest. She gave him a hickey of her own, smirking up at him as she did so.
"Mine," she whispered as she kissed over his beating heart. He ran his hands through her hair, pulling her up for another kiss. She ran her hands all over his torso, feeling the contours of his muscles, the heaving of his chest as he adjusted their position, and finally, the V of his lower waist. Her hands didn't stop there, and he groaned into her mouth as she caught hold of his shaft.
He had wanted to pull her closer and deepen the kiss, but in less than a second, she had lifted her head, her eyes wide as she looked below. She kept staring at his manhood, and he raised an eyebrow. He didn't know whether to be unnerved by her stare. But Junior seemed to like the intense staring, shamelessly getting harder and thicker in front of her eyes.
Her jaw dropped to the ground, and this time, even Suraj got excited. Call it a man's train of thought, but he was prideful by her endless staring.
Chakor meanwhile, was contemplating whether to run away or stand her ground. She had been shocked out of her wits when she had called of his shaft, lifting at her head up to look at the reality. Her mouth was a perfect 'O' as she stared at Suraj Junior, who was, by no means, 'Junior'. He wasn't a boy back then, but NOW, he was a fully grown man, and, HOLY SHIT did it just get bigger?!
She gulped, thinking whether it would fit inside her.
Suraj meanwhile, was impatient, catching hold of her thighs and pulling her forward. He didn't flip them over though. He was now large and ready at her entrance, and she gulped once more, squeezing her eyes close.
Pulling her upper body towards him, he whispered into her ear.
"This is going to hurt," he panted. "But I really can't wait anymore."
Chakor hugged him almost immediately, and he entered her slowly, and she screamed a couple of times. He wasn't even half way through, but her voice made him stop, and he contemplated whether he should pull back. He moved back slowly, and she immediately lifted her head.
"NO!" She screamed, and much to his surprise, she mounted on top, and slowly, she came down on him, whimpering a few times. He held her tightly, afraid she might break if he let go. And after what seemed like an eternity, he was finally fully in, and she collapsed on his chest, exhausted by his length.
He nuzzled her neck as he lifted her lower body, and a long inhale later, he rammed into her at an alarming speed. She screamed out his name, and he whispered hers, her insides squeezing out his own release. He moved out slowly, and rammed again. He repeated the slow exit and speedy entry motion, and at one point, Chakor had lifted herself so that she could handle the pace.
He flipped them over, back into military position, going a bit slower this time, though it killed him. His hands were giving out as he entered again, her legs around his torso, pulling him farther, deeper.
He screamed her name, nearing his release, as did she, almost reaching her own. They climaxed together, at the same moment, and Suraj almost collapsed on top of her, gasping after their lovemaking session. Chakor was no better, her heart thumping against her chest, her insides quivering as he had filled her.
He turned them over again, not pulling out. He pulled her closer, kissing her forehead, her eyes, her nose, and finally engaging her lips. He was more gentle this time.
"I love you," she whispered against his lips, feeling them curve into a smile.
"I love you too, Mrs. Suraj Rajvanshi."
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