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Hello Vani Hearts ❤
Poorva here.
How are all of you doing?
I am so excited to share this OS with you all. Here, Bani also contributes to the family business (everything is legal!). She works in Singhania office. She is unwinding after a stressful time in office.  There is mention of wine but I have not explored Talli Bani over here, she is just relaxing and having a good time. Another OS featuring Talli Bani coming soon. I hope you enjoy this read. Do vote for the story and share your thoughts in the comments.

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He had  been staring at Bani. He was trying to be upset with her wanting to glare but when his Gharwaali is so gorgeous, what can he do other than just stare. All through dinner, actually. He is not quite sure what it is about this particular night, but he knew what it feels like. It feels like desire; like an aching hunger; electricity and heat. 

They sit inconveniently in the centre of the dark room; surrounded by a decorated arrangement of tables. The dull hum of strangers' conversations hangs in the air, finally dying down as the house band drifts into another sleepy jazz number. All because of Ponky and his continuous demands for fine dining at a new Italian restaurant.

 

He watches her  carefully finish off the last of her wine. Red wine. And he reminisces how he dipped his fingers in the ruby liquid to tease her skin. How they conversed in whispers, How he tucked her feet and draped his arms around her. Her lips were sweet with the wine. Her skin adorning a layer of transparent burgundy because of him. His fingers teasing down the satin straps down her shoulders and he again dipped his fingers in her favorite liquid to line her swollen lips. A week ago. 

 

How much he misses Milan. He scribbled a mental note to plan another vacation. 

 

The candle in the centrepiece struggles to stay alive; dancing in her big, beautiful eyes. She sits heavily in her chair with a week's worth of stress on her shoulders, closes her eyes, and listens to the music, absentmindedly running your fingers through the wispy hairs at the nape of her neck. He thinks to himself about how that's one of his favorite spots, and how it's connected to a number of tender points along her throat and collarbone where she loves being kissed and nipped. 

He could have been doing that even now. A book, the couch and a duvet would have been some good time with her. She would have been a pretty little kitten caressing his beard and then do everything she keeps in mind. Paying ample attention and consuming him in warm kisses remains one of her favorites. She would then kiss her way though opening the buttons of his shirt and feel his chest. Closing her eyes and learning inches of him. 

Okay, That is saved for their quality time in the weekend. 

The wine is working. She gently nods in time to the down-tempo beat, unaware of his observation. Her hand lingers on her shoulder, softly kneading a tense cord of muscle, as he stands and takes a quiet step towards her, gently catching her wrist. Her eyes question him, but only for a second, then she understands. 

He knows she is tired. He knows exactly what to do with her - A massage with some warm baby oil. Knots will loosen, tension will subside and wave after wave of relaxation will ripple through her body as she will surrender to his artistic touch. Her breathing will change to be slower and she will gasp looking straight into his eyes demanding for some things more. After his fingers work in a dramatic play, their lips caress in a passionate kiss.