AASHIQUI : chain bhi..dard bhi

Chapter 43

JANNAT

Faisu is still sound asleep when I come back so I crawl into bed beside him. Placing my head on his chest, I trace the music notes over his heart. But they're no longer mine. Or his. They're ours. Because half my heart and soul belong to him. The other halves are broken beyond repair.

But I don't want to think about that right now. I just want to listen to my husband's heartbeat, feel his skin against mine, and inhale his scent into my system. I thought letting him in again after he destroyed me meant I was weak, but perhaps it's valor. Because I have what it takes to rise from the ashes after I've been burned. I shouldn't wake him; he's been running himself ragged taking care of me and I know he needs his rest, but I miss him. And there's no one on the planet who can make me forget about my pain like he can.

Hoping to rouse him, I slide my hand down his torso until I reach the waistband of his boxers. When that doesn't work, I slip my fingers beneath the elastic. He twitches, growing hard in my hand, but he doesn't wake.

I scoot down until I'm hovering above his. Opening my mouth, I lick. A low hungry groan leaves him, and, but his eyes don't open. How the hell is he sleeping through this? Have I lost my touch? Nope. Screw that. Faisu said it himself, I'm good in many things. Probably because I genuinely enjoy satisfying my partner. Although my partner doesn't seem very satisfied right now on account of being passed out cold.

Impatience billows through me and I wrap my hand around his base and suck him deeper, stroking him and my bruised ego in tandem. I blatantly gag on him, giving it my all...and nada. Even though his body's responding, He's trembling, for fuck's sake. Growing more frustrated, I increase my suction and quicken my pace. If he doesn't wake up after this, I'm going to call ambulance.

"Fuck,"  he groans, his hands gripping the sheets "I can't take it anymore. This is goddamn torture. Please stop."

Wow. Embarrassment courses through me as I unhinge my jaw and release him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." I feel like a total creeper. "I'm so sorry."

He peers down at me. "Muffin?"

Was he expecting someone else? Narrowing my eyes, I sit up. "Yes?"

Confusion spreads across his face as he takes me in. "You're not drunk."

"I'm not drunk," I confirm, and now it makes a whole lot more sense. But also...seriously? I've been drunk a handful of times in my whole entire life.

He scrubs a hand down his face. "Fuck. I thought..."

"K mai frse drink krkr tumpr chadh rhi hu?"

He shrugs. "Yeah, but I figured if I didn't wake up, I wouldn't have to feel guilty for not stopping you and I could enjoy...Sorry mai laalchi ho gya"

A paragon of nobility my husband is not.

"That's..." I scowl. "Buddhu muje lga maine apni adah khoo di tumhe turn on krne ki...I was feeling like creeper"

"You didn't lose your adah muffin. Trust me." Smirking, he gestures to his cock. "By all means, creep away." I will, but not without getting a little payback first.

Walking my fingers along his chest, I straddle him. "Ha haa bilkul, humari first night toh manani hi pdegi pr meri ek shart hai abse humari shaadi ho chuki h toh no more your dominance, it will be me who wil rule okay so I'll pleasure you my dear husband but only if I hear you beg again."