Bholi surat dil ke khote

Chapter 10

As they reached in the dimly lit hallway leading to their bedroom, Anuj felt an overwhelming surge of passion for Anu, and he couldn't resist any longer. He pressed her against the wall, his lips hungrily seeking the sensitive skin of her throat. The touch of his lips sent a jolt of electricity through her, leaving her breathless and yearning for more.

"Anuj!" she gasped, a mixture of surprise and anticipation in her voice. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, clinging to him as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Consumed by his desire, Anuj murmured against her skin, "Anu, I am dying to take you in my arms. Mujhe yesa lag raha hai jaise main koi leecher hu kyuki tumhe leke jo khyaal aa rahe hain usse control bhi nahi kar paa raha." His confession hung in the air, the intoxicating scent of desire enveloping them. Finally, their lips met in a passionate, breathless union, and words became unnecessary. Their bodies pressed against each other, igniting a fire that set every inch of their skin ablaze. The world around them faded into oblivion, and all that mattered was the taste and scent of each other.

His hand, ignited by passion, caressed her enticing curves, slowly trailing up and around, seeking to remove the pallu from her heaving chest. But she mustered the strength to pull back, her ragged breaths mingling with the intensity of the moment. "Rukiye, Anuj," she managed to say, her voice laced with a mixture of anticipation and restraint.

Their gazes locked, and she saw the hunger in his eyes, mirroring her own desire. "Anu..." he whispered, drawing out her name with anguished longing. 

Her laughter, a blend of desire and playfulness, filled the air, adding to the electric atmosphere. "Sabar kapadia ji, sabar," she assured him, her voice a seductive melody. "Pehle humare bedroom mein chalte hai aur drwaza lock karne ke baad main aapki."

A mischievous grin spread across his face, his eyes filled with burning intensity. Without hesitation, he took her hand and led her inside their bedroom. Anu couldn't help but smile to herself as she felt his lips on her skin once more before she barred the door. After leaving her breathless, he went towards the door.

With a deliberate click, Anuj locked the door behind him, fixing his gaze on his wife with a mixture of anticipation and unbridled passion. "Mohtarma, aap idhar aaiye," he commanded, his voice laced with delicious authority. "Aaj aapko mere haath se koi nahi bacha sakta. You are under arrest."

Her laughter echoed in the room, a melodic symphony that fueled the fire within him. Yet, she eluded his grasp, teasingly evading his outstretched arms. "Inspector Sahab, rukiye," she said, her voice filled with captivating allure. "Mujhe ye saree pe rasmalai ka daag saaf karna hai. Agar abhi nahi kiya toh reh jayega."

He sighed, dejected yet filled with longing, as he watched her walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. As he caught a glimpse of himself in the bedroom mirror, a wicked idea formed in his mind. Hopefully, Anu wouldn't emerge from the bathroom too quickly.

As time passed, Anuj prepared himself, shedding his clothes until he stood before the mirror in just a khaki shirt with the buttons undone, donning the police cap and belt. He couldn't help but grin at his own absurdity, imagining how his wife would react when she laid eyes on him. But then, his mind drifted to Anu, picturing how the saree must have clung to her enticing curves. His hand couldn't help but move up and down along his length, as desire stirred within him.

Anu emerged from the bathroom a moment later, a vision of desire in the skin-tight leather bodysuit and the black mask with bunny ears, she exuded an irresistible blend of playfulness and seduction. Her blood-red lipstick matched the color of his handcuffs. His heart raced, and his desire surged as he took in the sight of her.