Fixing Broken Hearts (A Darshan Raval Fanfic)

XL. Our Night Together

A/N: Mature Content Ahead (Read at your own risk)

Aisha's POV: 

I pushed him away and ran upstairs. "Aqua!!" He exclaimed and followed me. He grabbed me and kissed me, midway. He kissed me all over my neck and chest and took me to the room. It was so pretty.

I sat down in front of the mirror and started removing my earrings. Darshan walked up behind me and removed my necklace, placing it in the box. I smiled at him. He shrugged. He slowly removed my dupatta and placed it in the garment bag. We slowly worked on removing all the pins in my hair. I shook my head, my hair falling on my shoulders. Darshan lovingly combed his fingers through my hair. I sighed and turned around, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face into his stomach. "What's wrong, Aqua?" He asked, kneeling to look into my eyes. "Nothing. I was so nervous in the morning. And, everything turned out to be just fine," I giggled. "Haan, yaar. I was so damn nervous too," he chuckled. I turned around and started removing my makeup. He picked me up and sat me on his lap, sitting on the chair. He hugged my stomach as I continued removing my makeup. "Ishu," he whispered. I looked at him. His face broke into a smile and he caressed my hair. "What?" I asked, pinching his cheek. "You look so cute without all that makeup," he shrugged. I laughed. "Buttons nikal de," I said, turning around again. He gently removed all the buttons and planted a soft kiss on my back. I laughed. "I'll be back," I whispered in his ear and walked to the bathroom. 

Darshan's POV:

I sighed and sat down on the bed. I was so tired. And happy. Aisha walked out in Mickey Mouse PJs. 

I chuckled. She sat down next to me. I looked at her. She started unbuttoning my sherwani without another word. She pulled it off and walked to the garment bag, placing it in, carefully. I walked inside the bathroom to get changed into sweats. 

I walked out, shirtless. Aisha walked up to me and laid her head on my chest, drawing shapes on my skin. I caressed her hair and cupped her face, making her look at me. I kissed her lips, softly. She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me back so softly. I wrapped my arms around her waist, hugging her closer. She pulled away, sighing. "I love you," she mumbled into my neck. "I love you, too, Ishu," I whispered into her ear. I picked her up, bridal style and took her to the bed. I sat down with her in my lap, slowly caressing her face and hair. Basically, just loving her the way she wants to be. "Darshu," she mumbled. I hummed. "Aaj hum aise hi so jaayein?" She asked. "Sure," I smiled. She giggled and buried herself into my chest. "Ishu, I want to talk to you about something important," I said. She looked up at me. I sat her on the bed and crossed my legs. "Kya hua hai?" She asked, placing a hand on my knee. "Look, if I ever hurt you because of my workaholic behaviour, tell me. Call me out on it. I don't want to neglect you," I said, looking at my lap. She cupped my face, softly caressing my cheeks with her thumbs. "You will never hurt me. I know you won't, Dumpling," she whispered, reassuringly. She smiled and kissed my lips. We fell on the mound of pillows, me on top of her, her legs wrapped around me. She pulled away and kissed my nose. I giggled. "Oh, I love that sound better than any music," she said, giggling. I smiled. We buried ourselves inside the bed, the fan on the highest speed, cuddling close to each other. Aisha scratched my beard. I burrowed my face in her palm, feeling her skin. 

Aisha's POV:

I kissed his soft little cheek, laying as close to him as I could. He kissed my hair and slowly caressed my lips. I loved nights like this. Just looking at each other with no spoken words. Just basking in the love around us. "Ishu, I can't believe I'm all yours," he whispered. I pulled him to my chest and kissed his head. "I love you," we mumbled and laughed. He looked at me, his eyes filled with desire. I kissed him. He laid on top of me, kissing me back. I wrapped my legs around his hips, my hands tangled in his soft locks, kissing him like it was the only thing worth living for. He licked my lip asking for entrance and I opened my mouth, gladly. His tongue entered my mouth, mapping my mouth, softly. Our tongues mingled in a steamy fling. He sat up and slid his hands inside my shirt. I moaned as he ran his fingers all over my skin. He laid me down and lifted my shirt, kissing me all over my waist and stomach. Steamy was clearly an understatement. He looked up at me. I pulled him closer and leaned in for another kiss. He got off me and ran away. I was too turned on to give up, so I ran behind him. I chased him all the way downstairs and caught up with him halfway. I jumped on his back and bit his earlobe. I slowly kissed him all over his neck. His biggest turn on. He bit his lip. "You really think you can tease me?" I whispered, seductively and jumped off of him. He pulled me into his arms. I bit my lip, teasing him. He freed my lip from my teeth and leaned in. I left a hickey on his neck and ran away, leaving him there. He chased me and grabbed my hand, pulling me close. At this point, I didn't care if we made love all night and the next entire day. I looked into his eyes, beckoning him to read my wishes. "I'm in," he whispered, kissing me. I wrapped myself around him and he grabbed my waist. 

Darshan's POV:

I took her to the room as quick as I could because I knew I couldn't hold back. I laid her down and pulled her shirt off. I kissed her all over her body, feeling the soft skin. Her skin was like silk. She flipped around, straddling me. She teasingly ran a finger down my torso. She pulled my sweatpants off and threw them away. I pulled the rest of her clothes off as did she.

Moans took over the room as the bed shook, violently. 

Aisha's POV:

We laid next to each other, panting and gasping for air after 3 WILD rounds of lovemaking. I rolled into his arms and kissed his cheeks before admiring his face. He smiled, weakly. I picked my clothes up and ran to the shower. 

I walked out to see the room in pristine condition. Darshan was laying on the bed, his hair washed, smelling lemony and woody in his grey sweatpants. The room smelled like roses. The candles were lit. I smiled and laid next to him, burying my head in his neck, slowly drowsing, happy in each other's arms. 

A/N: Too steamy?