ShiVi FF: Always a Losing Game

Epilogue

He kissed the delicate shell of skin, inhaling her perfume deeply, and she felt him harden with desire against her thigh. She giggled, and he looked at her face, frowning.

"Aise time pe bhi tujhe hasi aa rahi hai??" Shiva asked incredulously.

"Haan toh? Tujhe jitna bhi mile kam hi hota hai na?" Raavi giggled, but her breath caught when Shiva trailed his lips along her neck, and Raavi moaned.

"Bol toh aise rahi jaise tujhe badi dikkat hai isse. As if tujhe meri zaroorat mehsoos hi nahi hoti kabhi, hai na?"

"Haan nahi hoti. Hai dikkat mujhe!! 2 din ke liye maasi ke ghar aayi thi, tu yaha bhi tapak gaya. Jabse aya hai meri life mein, ek raat bhi sukoon se sone nahi diya hai tu ne." Raavi said breathlessly.

Shiva nipped at her collarbone, making her groan, "Itni hi dikkat thi toh khidki bandh kar deti. Main nahi aa pata tab."

"Woh - woh toh bas - itni garmi hai aaj isliye khuli chodi hai," Raavi stuttered.

"Hmmm rehne de tu. Tujhe aur mujhe dono ko pata hai tu ne khidki kyun khuli chori hai, toh yeh nautanki bandh kar apna. Nahi toh main chup karane lag gaya naa toh aaj raat bhi so nahi payegi," Shiva smirked.

"Baatein banwalo bas inse! Ab raat bhar gappe ladayega ya kuch karega bhi - ohhhh...." Raavi trailed off as Shiva dipped his head to her chest, and Raavi let her head fall back onto the pillow, losing herself in the attention Shiva was showering her body with.

*****

"Psst - Raavi!!!" Rishita whispered.

"Kya hua, Rishita?"

"Inn mein se toor dal kaunsi hai?"

Raavi indicated one of the containers, "Yeh waali. Lekin aaj toor daal kyu?"

"Woh maa ne kaha toor dal banani hai. Accha tum yeh halwa dekh lo," Rishita smiled, before picking up the plate of ladoos. "Main inhe maa ka approval lene le jaati hu."

Raavi hummed in response, concentrating on her halwa as Rishita walked out. She had barely taken it off the stovetop when she felt an arm snake around her waist from behind, and she was hit by his familiar cinnamon and orange blossoms scent.

"Kya kar raha hai, Shiva! Kitchen hai! Koi dekh lega!" Raavi hissed, turning around as his hands played with the edge of her kurti. She swatted it away, but Shiva grabbed her and pulled her flush against him.

"Tu bata. Subah subah room se kyu bhag gayi," Shiva questioned, whispering huskily into her ears, and Raavi felt her pit tightening with desire at his tone. "Tujhe pata toh hai. Tu nahi hoti toh main so nahi paata."

"Haan toh mat so. Kumbhkarn ki tarah sota hai waise toh. Kabhi jaldi bhi uth jaya kar Bhootnath!" Raavi shot back, but yelped when he pinched her waist.

"Poori raat mehnat karati hai aur bol rahi hai ki main jaldi uth jau?? Sharm nahi aati aisa bolte hue??" Shiva smirked as Raavi turned bright red, and couldn't help himself. He brushed his thumb over Raavi's cheek as he cupped her face in his hand, and swooped down claiming her lips. Their innocent kiss morphed very quickly into something steamy and greedy, and Raavi forgot all about their surroundings.

"Bhai yaar!!! Phir se nahi!" Krish's groan caused them to jump apart yet again. "3 saal ho gaye hai shaadi ko! Ab toh hormonal teens jaisa behave kar na bandh kar do. Ab toh room bhi hai tum dono ka. Wahi kar liya karo. Hum becharon ke aankhon par taras khaa le bhai!"