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Nirmaan Singh Rathore and Subí Chauhan are two co...
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Main bhi...bin bulaye mehnaan ki tarah roz roz aa jaati hoon.🤣
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They were lying there peacefully in a dimly lit room with Nirmaan resting his head on the headboard. His one arm was under it while Subi was resting, her head lying on his chest, as she hugged her husband while he stroked her hair.
"What was it that you liked in me?" she asked. "Your breasts... they are so perfect and handful and...", he smirked, looking down with excitement and shamelessly.
Subi's eyes went wide. That was not what she meant. And she put her hand in his mouth to shut him up. "Besharam (shameless), I mean what was it that you liked about me when you first saw me."
"You said that you'll tell me when the time is right, you wanted me to love you for you. Now I want to know everything. So tell me," she asked adorably. Instead of answering, he just kissed her lips, pecking them again and again.
"Nahi batana (you don't want to tell), fine, I'm going," she said, about to leave, holding the white sheet covering her naked body underneath, when Nirmaan held the corner of it, making her stop.
"Maan...!!!" she gasped, holding the sheet tight to her chest. "Come back here," he said casually, still in the same position.
"No, first tell me," Maan huffed, giving up. "Fine, but first, let's get freshened up."
"Fine," as she pulled the sheet to her and moved towards the washroom. When she was about to close the door, a voice stopped her, "If you want, I can help you." "No need," and she shut the door. They both had the most content smiles on their faces. They got everything they ever wanted in their lives, and that was each other.
"Maan," Subi called from inside. Maan stood from the bed and knocked, "Biwi?" (wife).
She poked her head out of the washroom, forwarding her hand. "Shirt," as he looked with knitted eyes.
Subi rolled her eyes. "Apni Shirt dijiye (give me your shirt)," as he looked down to his half-opened shirt with his arms crossed.
"Mr. Rathore, I think you're forgetting that you called me in haste to a hotel room at night, and all I have to wear is this heavy saree and a lehenga. I cannot wear either of those," Subi smugly removed it and forwarded it to her. Maan took her wrist in his grip. "You know, the offer is still open," he smirked. "Maan, leave me, please. I have to freshen up. And no thanks for the offer... apna offer apne pass he rakho" (keep your offer to yourself). "C'mon, Biwi, it's not like I haven't seen anything before." She was blushing so hard.
"What happened? Weren't you saying something else before?... what was it? Maan, please let...", Maan was teasing her, and her eyes went wide. Before he could finish, she pulled her hand back with a jolt and closed the door shut.
