"Have you seen Anshu? Uska birthday celebrate karna hai, 12 bhi baj kar chale gaye." Sameer asked his wife with a perplexed face as he searched for his best friend in almost every possible place.
"I think he is with Any," Naina replied to him with a dubious look.
"Huh? Anjali ke saath?" He stared at her with a bewildered expression.
"Haa, maine dekha tha dono ko gayab hote hue, uske baad na Anshu aaya na Any. I am sure kuch toh khichdi ban rahi hai inke beech." She spoke confidently, squinting at her husband when he delivered a confused expression.
"Ajeeb hai, humare saath saath sab apni love story banane me lag gaye." Sameer chuckled while winking at his wife, who nodded her head.
"Kitna acha haina, sab love marriage wale couple ho jayege hum," Naina said exuberantly.
"But I bet you, sabse best aur beautiful love story humari hi hogi," Sameer replied to her with a lopsided smile while sneaking his hand on her skinny waist, his cold fingers calling an army of goosebumps all over her body.
"Ekdum filmy." She sniggered, enclosing her hands around his neck.
"Jab tak koi nahi aata, let's celebrate our wedding night." He suggested, his lips inclining towards her soggy pink ones.
"What? Yahan?" Naina exclaimed shockingly, her eyes widening in response.
"I mean just a good kiss," Sameer said with a waggish smile, and the next moment brushed his lips against her soft petals, relishing the tender flavor of her lip balm.
Naina didn't kiss him back for a while, waving her gaze at the vacant private room where they were supposed to celebrate Anshuman's birthday. She wanted to confirm that nobody was in sight and watching them sharing a kiss of passion and zest. Satisfied, she responded to his tempting offer with peerless excitement surrounding her heart, and delicately smooched her husband, her arms crossing over his nape to hold him closer to her ravishingly-clad body. His thumb lovingly stroked the back of her pinkish palm, then gently curled her fingers between his comforting ones, his lips gently moving on her intoxicating husks.
Sameer profoundly trapped his wife with his giant palms locked firmly around her waist, and her pace quickened while kissing him.
Nothing felt more wonderful than this moment after their wedding, his sturdy body pressed dominatingly on her delicate frame, his fingers caressing the sideline of her satiny waist, his rough lips fluttering her tummy with intense strokes and swirls, and his warm breath coursing through her veins, making her smile in between the gentle kiss. Sameer rested his palm on her shoulder, slowly dragging it down to rub the pad of his thumb on the black dupatta loosely draped on her dainty forearm, his slender fingers brushing soothingly with the layers of her glass green bangles. He tickled one of them with contentment in his heart and heard them clinking against his skin with halcyon music spreading wide in the wind. Naina raised her height by slightly lifting her teeny-weeny feet, placing them on his black shoes, and her pointed heels dug deeper into the fabric of his pristine footwear, making him feel aroused for some reason.
Sameer felt dizzy with the new sensation enveloping his soul and her raw lips filtered with hues of love brought the tranquil instruments of his heart out of his skin.
It would be a lie if he claimed to not love the way she was miserably trying to level with his towering figure.
Sameer kissed her one last time before pulling back, knowing that if he wouldn't stop now. He won't be able to control.
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FanfictionSameer Raut - A person surrounded by the walls of insecurities, and his temper is truly unbearable. He is a bad boy. But no one has ever met a real Sameer concealed inside him, everyone so far has judged him for his discourteous behavior. His yearni...
