Sitting on the bed, I was waiting for my husband to arrive. It was our wedding Night.
I rolled my toes as the visuals of him slowly touching my cheeks, making love to me was blurring my vision again and again.
I was trying to compress my frequent bl...
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Ruhani POV
I came back to my chamber. Louder was the rhythm of my heartbeats along with the blushed cheeks.
My knees were strangely shivering, eyeballs a little enlarged with the shock.
I walked to the mirror immediately.
The first thing I noticed was the color of my complexion. No, It didn't change but glowed up.
My lips turned more red than before, breathing still fast as the impression of that suck was alive on my skin's texture.
My eyes unknowingly getting closed as I was still feeling that moment unknowingly again and again. Every detail of it were imprinted on my memory like a stone Carver carves with its nail into the stones with small efforts leaving great impacts.
Suddenly, the noise of faded footsteps made me open my eyes and I quickly walked towards the bed.
Ignoring my dry throat, I slipped into the comforter and closed my eyes. I was afraid for anymore encounter. At least not after that.
I didn't know what was happening to me. I had made my mind to maintain some distance from him but it was seeming impossible now.
I was effortlessly attracted towards him not physically but emotionally. And not to forget he was also putting efforts for coming closer to me unknowingly.
I controlled my racing heartbeat and wild breathes shutting my eyes close as I was able to feel his presence in the chamber.
Focusing on my breathing, coming in and out I tries to dislocate my concentration from his presence.
Expecting him to Lie on the couch, he surprised me, as he walked passing the couch to the bed.
I felt his knee stepping up on the bed as he climbed over and lied beside me.
His presence bothering me like the hunger in the fast state. It was something unexpected as he was lying beside me on the bed.
I tries to drift into sleep but he caught my attention suddenly.
"Meharban, paigam aaya hai aapki ammi hai,"
"Meharban, your mother has sent a letter,"
His slow and hoarse voice travelled down my ears and his words instantly made me sit up and turn towards him.
My eyes glared at him from his flat face to his hand holding a scrolled letter.
He was sitting resting his back against the bed's headboard and looking back at me.
The visuals of the kiss again traveled through my memory. My heart beats unknowingly raced as I forwarded my hand asking for the letter silently.
