A story of a politician and a doctor.
Reyansh Rathore is a young politician and soon in recent elections, he will be nominated as Chief Minister of the state.
On the other hand Dr. Mayra Bhatia, who is a surgeon and live by herself. Mayra have ver...
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Reyansh
Am I lucky? So fucking much.
Do I deserve to be this lucky? I don't think so.
But I always have always been like that, if I want anything I am going to have it. By hook or by crook, doesn't matter to me, what matters is the end result. But till now in my life span of thirty four years, I haven't feel this much satisfied with my life as I am feeling right now.
Earlier when I said to her that nothing matters more than her, I mean it because nobody and nothing completes me the way she do.
No money or power and not even the politics. Nothing.
All my principles ideologies and my thought process changed, the moment she step into my life. She become my everything and I have no idea when and how all this exactly happened.
"Reyansh." My wife's melodies voice brought me back to reality, when I was completely lost in her thoughts.
"Doctor." I said, tugging her hair behind her ear and cupping her jaw softly while still hovering over her.
"I am feeling so grateful right now." I confessed.
"Because we are finally doing the thing after a month of our marriage?" She asked, meanwhile her cheeks warm under my touch and I shook my head.
"Then?" She question again.
"Because you forgive me and saved me from becoming a madman." I replied truthfully. "Thank you for forgiving a dick head like me." I added.
"Your welcome and hye, don't call my husband a dick head." She replied while lightly slapping my naked chest. She kept her hand there only, right on my chest. And for the first time I shivered under someone's touch. I would have surprised by this but after realizing how deep my feelings are for her, I think this reaction of mine is nothing, compared to that, but I saw her getting surprised my reaction.
"Ok, Mrs. Rathore. I will not abuse your husband." I said with a mischief smile while tracing her crown necklace and looking into her eyes.
"Good." Doctor replied while mirroring my smile. Her hand trail down from my upper chest to torso, while feeling each and every part of my chest. All this time I was trying to catching up with my breaths.
"You have that effect on me which no one ever had, Doctor." I said in between my harsh breaths. "Do I?" She seductively asked in mere whisper, while moving her hand more down this time, maintaining the eye contact with me. Just by her one simple act, I am seduced. That's the power she holds on me.
"Yes you do, but I want see what effect I have on you. So that I can fulfill my promise." This time I slowly move my hand down from her pendant to between her breasts. With my other free hand my hand grabbed and squeezed her boobs at the same time and that was enough for make her insane for me. She moan loudly. When I manhandling her breasts while giving her a sweet torture with my one, my other hand move more down to her stomach to her navel until it stopped on the elastic of her boy shots. By now she is gasping audible all because of my touches.
