An OS based on the popular itv show couple, "Shakhi" ( Shaurya and Anokhi), to express my admiration and imagination which goes beyond all stereotypes and appropriacy.
Caught in a romantic rendezvous and a tryst with destiny, the amorous couple is s...
Before she could grasp what was happening, he pinned her down to the bed in a rather afflicting manner... but who cared when she was getting what she had not even dreamt of in her wildest dreams but secretly desired!?? Their bodies slammed together; his fingers entwining hers, he was back to claiming her slightly swollen lips. His brute was on its peak. She could feel it and that made her squirm in anticipation as well as delight. The feeling of his blazing body on hers felt unbelievably amazing. Somehow untangling her fingers from his, she attempted to reach the hem of his kurta. Just as the desire burned in him, it did in her as well. She restively wanted to rip his annoying, pricking kurta apart and feel his bare skin against hers at any cost.
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Perceiving her discomfort and impatience, he helped her get what he understood she wanted to. He pulled back in almost a straddling position and started unbuttoning his kurta. The material was slightly coarse and the intricacies of the designs was making it more difficult for him to pull it right over his head. However, with Anokhi's keen assistance he was effortlessly successful in doing that. He was wearing a black round collar vest underneath which actually gave her a better sight of his long and seemingly tempting neck. She immediately tugged him by his neck and pulled him over for a kiss.
Entangling her tongue with his, she again found herself lost in him. She couldn't bring herself to believe that she would ever find a man this addictive. Halting for a while, she directed her face towards the crook of his neck. Breathing in the musky scent of his skin untethered a long restrained wilderness within her. That's exactly what he did to her. He let loose an unrestrained and exceptionally untamed version of herself. She tenderly sucked in the warm skin and teasingly bit the nib of his ear. Mr. Sabharwal had let her do enough. Every inch of his body craved for every inch of hers in the most aching manner. She had pushed him enough. She could even feel his springing bulge against her heaving stomach. Her insides twitched as she realised what exactly she was doing to him.
For one last time he reclined back to a straddling position only to get rid of his vest. Oh boy! She couldn't help eyeing his glistening abs; toned and in one word perfect. She mentally smirked, thanking him for maintaining such a well.. hot physique. All she could do was leer shamelessly at him, though she knew there shouldn't be any shame involved. Afterall he was hers. She was ready to gaze at this incredibly handsome hunk for hours if she had an option of bringing the moment to a standstill. How she recollected the tale of the fallen angel! With his bare, muscled body in full display, he looked no less than a carved out Angel of heaven; putting aside the divine wings. How she longed to rake his fingers over that irresistible skin of his ! This whole new emboldened version of herself on an entirely different level, that she presently found herself switched to, made her stomach churn a little, adding to the already brewing excitement. He brought out the very best and the very extreme in her in every possible manner; the undiscovered.
"Don't look at me like that..Anokhi. I had no idea that someone could look so innocent and yet this alluring at the same time, ..." he said in a voice.. which Anokhi wouldn't prefer to hear otherwise because it incited a flame in her which seemed too ravenous to swallow her in all. She could feel the sparking quiver down her insides. The sexual tension in the air was so conspicuous! Their eyes had been making love for so long now that their bodies need not touch.
More than lust, a deeper hue of love cleaved to the surface with every passing moment of their eye lock. She felt like she was living a dream: one she never wanted to wake up from but one she definitely wanted to sleep every night with. Her heart all of a sudden brimmed with an ardour dripping with love, emotions and so much more. She had never desired so much more than she desired him right now. Maybe in a moment such as this, any other couple would have already got started with what we all know was to ensue anyhow. But all of a sudden, in this moment mingled with love and desire, she found herself thanking her Maata Rani for blessing her with this magical moment that she so ardently wished to preserve for a lifetime if she could. Looking straight in the eyes of the man ahead of her, eager to claim her and be claimed in return by her so passionately, stood there as the blessing she could possibly wish for with all her heart. A number of realisations dawned on her at that moment as well. She knew he had a part of her that she possibly couldn't ever retrieve back. The fact that added to her elation was that she didn't mind him having that irretrievable power over her. She was happy to admit it to herself that she had voluntarily given him that part of herself or was it never voluntary? Perhaps it was something inevitably involuntary which she never had control over?! She smiled an angelic smile and blushed away.
Her PS had been intently noticing her for quite sometime now and the fact that she was engrossed in some kind of reverie didn't go unnoticed either. He bent closer and with an extremely personable smile brushed his lips softly against hers in attempt to invade her mind. This time, however, that insatiable hunger drove him to go for what was meant to be. He attacked the hollow of her neck the moment he got the chance to and this time it didn't just remained a teasing bite. He lingered there longer making sure to leave a mark while sucking at her tender skin. Oh yes! She wanted that too! She so wanted him to imprint and imbue marks of his love and claim on her skin and everywhere he touched. She wanted to carry them with her as her most ethereal scars which she thought of flaunting everytime she reminisced their special moments of togetherness.
Nuzzling at her throat in the most daunting manner, he decided to continue doing so down her breastbone through a series of burning kisses. His breath on her skin made her flinch with the most thinkable pleasure possible. She could feel the electricity jolting through every cell of her body. His ravenous mouth found its way to her left bosom as his exceptionally adroit fingers did wonders to the swollen tip of her right. Her heaving, dainty cusps like bosoms were flawless in every manner possible and his mouth did all it could to bestow pleasure upon them, as he switched from the left one to her right. Anokhi had shut her lids tight, trying to swallow in the building moan at the back of her throat.
Bouts of pleasure shot to life, emerging straight from her chest to the rest of her body. Her endorphins coursed through her veins like frenzied mares left unreigned. She tugged him at the back of his neck thrusting him further towards the area he was already bringing heavens to, absolutely giving in to his desires ; resorting back to her own.
(Had to publish till here======>💖
Things have not been great, lately. Hope you enjoy some Shakhi delight. Tomorrow morning coming up the last update.. )
