Our Little Home

16

It had been 3 weeks since they returned from the orphanage. Sivu was busy with her university assignments, while Aravind managed the restaurant along with Shre, a newly joined chef.

Today, she had a reception to attend. One of her classmates was getting married. They weren't close friends, so Sivu, being the couch potato she is, chose to sit at home until Aravind convinced her to visit for courtesy sake.

After hunting her wardrobe for an hour, she finally decided to wear a silk saree. It was her first time though wearing a silk one, so she was a bit confused about the draping, but she did manage to do a decent job. All thanks to YouTube aunties.

Opting for dangling earnings and a gold necklace, she was brushing through her luscious locks when she heard the door creak open.

The mirror reflected her husband's presence. If it could speak, it would have yelled,'Oh! he is not okay'.

The draping of the clothing, the little skin peeking out near the waist, made his heart skip a beat when he realised she was wearing a saree. An attire he had been dying to see her in.

She smiled at his reflection, feeling a sense of confidence envelope when she realized she was the reason behind his state. His pupils dilated while his lips parted open. His movements were no longer in his control, as he inched towards her feeling pulled by a string called 'beauty'.

Standing behind her, he took a second to admire their pair before diverting all the attention he had towards the seductress in front of him. He instantly regretted coming closer, as it wasn't only his eyes that got the treat alone but also his nose that was greeted by her intoxicating scent of Jasmine.

He genuinely wondered if she was a witch in disguise because she must have cast a spell for him to go flat every time she smiles.

Unable to restrict himself, he slowly slid his hands on her bare waist, making her whisper out his name. He harshly pulled her closer, her back colliding with his chest, making her tightly shut her eyes at the force.

Using his other hand, he pulled back her locks to one side of her shoulder, resting his face on the other side, before attempting to place gentle kisses on her neck. Her dangling earrings restricted his access, so he did the best thing he could do. He gently removed her earings and threw them somewhere in their room.

It was Sivaanya's turn to widen her eyes. She was seeing a different version of her husband. There was a tinge of roughness and desperation in his actions- emotions she hardly saw him display, probably because they were quite distant from his personality. It would be a lie if she said she wasn't excited or didn't feel a rush of adrenaline.

Without wasting a second, he snuggled into the crook of her neck and began placing wet kisses. The sound of the kisses rose goosebumps on her skin, making her tilt her head to give him more access.

Those gentle kisses didn't feel innocent anymore when he began nibbling and sucking on her skin, leaving marks that made her clench her fists tight.

Her vocal cords had dried out. Anytime she tried to say something, it came out as a wordless whisper.

Swiftly turning her around, he pushed her to the nearest wall, not before holding her back to ensure she didn't get hurt.

He stared at her without blinking. In his words, he was trying to absorb all that he could from that moment.

His finger went to play when he slowly started tracing her features, from her eyes down to her neck.

A strong sense of protection surrounded her when he caged her in between his hands. He leaned forward to place a kiss on her forehead.

"I don't find anything enticing anymore. The stars, the moon, chocolates, music. Your eyes shine brighter than the stars. A part of you could get hidden, but you would still shine and smile, just like the moon. But my moon, yes.. mine" she could feel the warmth of his words colliding with the growing warmth on her cheeks.

Sivu was curious to hear more, "Apo chocolate and music? Chocolate ku sweet-ah?"

He quickly shook his head, denying her statement.

"You are living muse to any musician, my love. Too bad! You didn't marry one. I can sing a few lines for you, though! Ana ne music maranthuruva."

He went closer to her ear and got his voice octaves lower before whispering, "Well..chocolates and you! Aphrodisiac!"

Her thighs clenched together at his words, and the action that followed, which namely went by his rough hands gliding down and up her freshly moisturised hands.

"Oh, but don't misunderstand! You don't look gorgeous because you are wearing a saree, but rather, the saree looks gorgeous cause you are the one wearing it! That plain piece of clothing got all its glory from the shine my lady radiates!"

She understood her husband was in a fantasy of his own, so she quickly tried to evade the situation by going to the reception. While his eyes bored into her soul, she tried to evade his hold and walk out. Her attempt failed, though, as his reflexes were quick in holding the pallu of her saree and pulling her towards him.

"Enga pora? Silent-a escape aga try panra!"

"Reception ku poganum! Nee thana sonna courtesy!"

"Courtesy eduthu dustbin-la podu!" He said before wrapping his hands around her waist, which she held with hers.

He gently turned her around, making her face him. 

Placing a kiss on her forehead, he softly spoke , "I'm ready! I want to be yours! I want to cherish everything about you, make you feel like the most loved person, kiss every insecurity of yours, and lose myself in you. Your comfort is the priority. It's your Aravind in front of you, say 'no', and let's cuddle and sleep. I want the left side, though! "

She could feel her racing heart beating against her chest as she took in big breaths.

"N..Naa ready!" She said in a whisper. Her cheeks were in a shade of crimson red, while her hands were fondling with T-shirts. Words couldn't describe her emotions. She felt like a zoo of butterflies were let loose in her stomach. In the book named 'Sivaanya', different emotions were being written and felt.

Aravind smiled and scrunched his shoulder, feeling a sense of excitement rush through. Without wasting a second, he scooped her in his arms, making her yelp.

That night, along with their bodies, their souls connected with the moon and thrown clothes being their sole witness.

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Okay! Bye 👋
I hope it's not too much, though!