𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 || 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀 ||

Everyone (Grandma) Is Upto Something - 3

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Abhishek grinned as Manisha led him to the bedroom.

"zyada awaz nahi kar sakte.. Dadi ka kamra next door hi hain." Manisha hissed.

"Then let's try to be quite," Abhishek said as he undid his shirt. Manisha watched with eager eyes. She pulled her summer dress over her head.

"Fuck," Abhishek said as his eyes swept over her. He threw down his shirt and wrapped her up in his arms, lowering her down onto the bed and settling over her.

"Pehle pata hota to I would have taken you to my place, I want to hear you moan," he murmured as he pressed kisses to her chest. Manisha sighed and curled her fingers into his hair.

"You taste so good," he groaned.

Manisha giggled. "Mitha bohot zyada khate hain hum shayad usi ka effect ho."

Abhishek smiled up at her. Their lips came together, and they were soon lost in the heat of decadent passion and sweet pillow talk. Later, they slept together wrapped in each other's arms and Manisha finally understood what it meant to feel truly content.

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Waking up next to Abhishek was such a wonderful feeling that for a few moment Manisha just gazed down at him and watched him sleep, taking in his long lashes and prominent nose and full, kissable lips.

"Aise sote huye aadmi ko ghurna is weird you know."

Manisha giggled. "Sorry." She leaned down and kissed Abhishek. "Good morning."

Abhishek opened his eyes, "Good Morning," he said with a smile.

"Coffee?" Manisha offered, jumped up and putting on the closest thing to her which turned out to be Abhishek's shirt.

"Great. With extra milk, please," Abhishek replied with a stretch.

Manisha padded to the kitchen and made the coffee, humming happily to herself. When she turned around Abhishek was sitting at the small kitchen table wearing his dress trousers and smiling at her.

"Kya?" she asked.

"Yeh shirt ap pe bohot jach rahi hain, Cute and sexy at the same time."

Manisha blushed and put his coffee down in front of him. Abhishek slid his hand up her thigh and caressed her backside, Manisha in turn reached down to kiss him...

Knock Knock Knock.

"Manisha? Beta? So rahi hain kya ab tak?."

"Ara nahi! Dadi!" Manisha said with wide eyes.

Abhishek settled back in his chair. "Dadi hi to hain, isme kya ghabrana. Ruko main darwaza khol k ata hu."

"Abhishek! Tumne adhe kapde nahi pehene aur hum yaha baas tumhari shirt mein hain... Dadi k samne acha nahi lagta aisa!"

"I'm sorry Manisha lekin yeh 70s ya 80s nahi hain aur tumhe pata hain, kal tumhare bholi si... pyaari si... dadi ne mere kan mein kya bola tha?"

Manisha nodded. "Ha..kiss karne ko bola tha.."

Abhishek sipped his coffee and shook his head. "Nahi, woh to maine bola k unhone woh bola tha.. par in reality unhone bola to make sure we use protection..."

"Hein? Nahi nahi woh aise nahi bol sakti!" Manisha cried.

Abhishek shrugged. "Aise hi bola tha... Believe nahi hota to ask her yourself..."