Shehnaaz kept staring at her ring, it was huge and so stylishly elegant. She could guess it was expensive because everything in the world that Sidharth bought had been expensive. It was undoubtedly the happiest day of her life and it scared her as well, she wished and prayed to her dear lord to keep up with everybody's smiles. Every time she had been happy and alive, the moments usually didn't last long. "Please bhagwan ji sab acha hi ho aage bhi." She whispered to herself.Back home, they were changing when she asked him, "Chachi bhi khush thi aaj kitni! Aise laga jaise wo saari purani baatein bhool chuki hai?" She said, recalling her aunt's face with tears in her eyes. Harjot did love her a lot.
"Of course khush hai meri jaan." He replied, walking closer to her.
"You know when I told her about the surprise proposal, she was so happy! And I'm telling you even though she's told me not to, she apologized to me as well." He added.
"Hainn?" She was taken aback.
"Yep. Jab lagbhag ek hafte pehle maine unhe bataya ke engagement ke baare me, tabhi wo bohot khush hui. She congratulated me, wished me luck and then said she was sorry. She regrets the way she treated you, the way she misbehaved with me back then we had a pregnancy scare." He told her.
"Oh." She whispered, not knowing how to comprehend that her aunt had accepted all her mistakes and had apologized. She knew this was somewhere needed, not the apology but at least the acceptance of the fact that Harjot had not been rational all this while. And Sidharth did deserve an apology for getting insulted unnecessarily.
"Tune unhe maaf kar diya? I mean not just for the sake of her being my aunt. For real?" She asked him.
"Ha kar diya, I don't hold back things especially that are not in my court to look out for. She's conservative, traditional and rude at times. But then she put some effort into making it up to us." He answered honestly.
She hummed, resting her head on his chest and kissing the spot right about his heart.
"Thank you." She mumbled.
"I told you, not this way!" He commented and she laughed recalling what he had told her here in the closet itself a couple of hours ago.
"As you wish!" She replied, puckering her lips out and letting him lean down for a kiss. It was just a peck before she tilted her face and cupped his face properly before another kiss.
Their soft and warm lips moved against each other, slowly and steadily as they wrapped their hands around each other and held themselves together. He kept her close, taking a few steps ahead involuntarily and making her walk back. She reached the door and stopped simultaneously, they panted slightly and looked into the eyes of their partner, desires, need, love, passion and urgency was so vividly visible in their eyes.
He closed the gaps in between them again, holding the back of her neck and pushing her into himself even more. He had a good grip in his arms to keep her in place and pull her at times but it was actually so soft, so tender and gentle towards her. He swiftly carried her by her thighs, making her wrap her legs around him. She didn't stop herself when he took themselves to the bed, her mouth moved down his throat to his neck and sloppily caressed him with utmost love. The moment he landed on the bed with her on his lap, she removed his tshirt over his head and undid hers before carrying on.
"God!" He sighed, knowing they were going to have a great time when she grinded herself against him and squeezed her bottoms in response. He could feel his blood rushing, body warming up and stomach dropping with anticipation of the upcoming deed. She kissed his shoulder and ran her lips on his skin towards his ear, but didn't quite make it that far when he tilted his head and after a deep breath out she sucked on to a particular spot gently. It only made him want more so he held her face in his hands before placing his mouth in hers.
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Strings Of Love
फैनफिक्शनThis is a story of two different people going through certain phases in their lives they really don't deserve to be in. But such is life, how we face situations we are in, is more important than what we deserve and what not. Because the waxing and w...