Marriage In The Pink City

Chapter 6

Hare Krishna
Chapter 6

( *Mature scenes in this chapter*)

The car came to a halt in front of a grand mansion, a golden plate at the gate proudly declaring "Akashganga." Stepping out, Tanushree and Abhimaan found themselves on the expansive lawn. As they stood there, a captivating drone show began to unfold in the sky above.

Dancing lights and synchronised movements formed the words "Welcome home Tanushree," shimmering brightly against the dark canvas of the night sky. The spectacle was a breathtaking welcome, a display orchestrated to celebrate the arrival of the newest member of the family. 

Tanushree turned around, her eyes gleaming with excitement, and exclaimed, "Thank you! It was beautiful." Abhimaan, running a hand through his hair, responded matter-of-factly, "I didn't arrange any of it. I don't have so much time to waste." 

Tanushree's smile vanished as she was led to the entrance of the mansion. Abhimaan's mother performed the aarti, and the post-wedding rituals unfolded. During the playful Aeki Beki ceremony, where the bride and groom fish for a ring from a huge milk vessel, Tanushree surprisingly won all three rounds, adding a moment of lighthearted joy to the proceedings.

After the rituals, she was guided to Abhimaan's room, now also her own. The room was a vision of beauty, adorned with scented candles and Bulgarian roses. Directed to the centre of the bed, Tanushree took in the romantic ambiance that surrounded her, a mix of excitement and trepidation lingering in the air.

Abhimaan entered the room, coming to a stop in front of Tanushree. "Aap aaj bohot handsome lag rahe the," Tanushree complimented, looking up at him. Abhimaan gazed into her eyes for a moment before responding, "You are looking beautiful as well."

He handed her a box, and as she opened it, she gasped at the exquisite contents. "It's so beautiful. But you didn't have to spend so much on me. A rose would have done," Tanushree expressed with gratitude. Abhimaan, sitting close to her, replied, "Your husband is a wealthy man, Tanushree."

He took her hand in his, drawing patterns on her palm. "Your name is hidden in the mehendi design on my palm," she remarked, urging him to find his name on her hand. 

Abhimaan looked intently at her mehendi-clad hand and couldn't help but smirk. "There," he said, pointing at the base of her hand. His name was intricately woven into the beautiful mehendi design. A playful and satisfied expression lingered on his face as they discovered his name together in that delicate artwork.

Abhimaan observed her for a moment before asking, "Are you taking your pills regularly?" She nodded, blushing. He moved closer, a subtle intensity in his gaze. "Then what are we waiting for?" he said, before kissing her passionately, the room filled with a charged energy as their lips crashed against each other. 

Tanushree moaned into his mouth. “Why aren't you kissing me back,” He asked, pulling back. Her face grew warm,“I…I don't know to,” She whispered as her face turned scarlet by each passing moment. 

Abhimaan stared at her amused, “Follow my lead, Tanushree. Move your lips with mine.” He said pulling her closer by her neck before covering her lips with his. 

Their lips moved in a slow dance until Abhimaan decided to bite her lower lip,“I can't wait anymore, Tanushree, are you ready?” He said breathing heavily. Tanushree nodded, “I am,” She whispered. 

Abhimanyu rugged at her low-cut blouse as he mapped the curve of her neck. She moaned, her toes curling at the extremely new sensation. 

“Tanushree I want you, ” Abhimaan said in a deep voice, working the buttons of her wedding lehenga. He pushed her on the bed before hovering over her with his broad shoulders. His large hands roamed over her breasts, squeezing them. 

She could feel her nipples pebble against the material, her body responding to his touch. She couldn’t help but moan as his rough fingers rubbed her through the fabric, making her wet. Abhimaan got rid of his clothes before tugging at her skirt. He bit her neck, his tongue darting out to soothe the sting. He kissed her cleavage, her collarbone and then sucked her breast in his mouth. 

His fingers moved inside her panties, rubbing her womanhood. “It's going to hurt," he said before roughly thrusting inside her, breaking through her maidenhood. He didn’t care that she cried out in pain, that he was being too rough. He was only interested in chasing his pleasure. He pumped inside her, the sounds of his grunts and the slap of flesh against flesh filling the room.

 Soon , Tanushree was moaning and writhing in pleasure as the pain subsided. Abhimaan continued to pump inside her, his thrusts hard and fast. Soon Tanushree felt her inner walls clench around him. They both climaxed together, a long drawn out moan escaping their mouths. 

Tanushree pulled her husband closer as she screamed and bit his ear, his neck, his shoulder. The sound of her pleasure was enough to make him go wild. He flipped her around, positioning her on all fours before plunging inside her, again and again. He kept his grip on her waist, his fingers digging into her skin. Their bodies were covered in sweat, the heat of passion overtaking them. With a few more thrusts, they were both spent. Both laid their catching their breaths.

 Tanushree blushed as Abhimaan intently gazed at her. He ran his thumb across her lower lip, his eyes darkening. This time he was gentle, he told himself. Pulling her closer by her waist, he obsessively mumbled, you are mine. Tanushree blushing furiously said, “I love you a lot Abhimaan ji. ”

Tanushree woke up to the feel of someone gently caressing her hair. She snuggled into the soft covers, a smile forming on her face. Her cheeks flushed at the memories of what transpired between her and her husband.

 They had made love thrice the previous night and each time, it was different. Abhimaan had been rough the first time, then gentle the second, and then wild and passionate the third. “Good morning,” She said, smiling at him. Just then his phone rang interrupting their morning bubble which seemed to have taken hold of both of them. 

Tanushree slowly walked towards the washroom, a small smile playing on her lips, while Abhimaan was engrossed in a call. Standing in front of the mirror, she noticed the subtle marks on her neck and blushed at the reminder of their intimate moments. 

She decided to take a hot water shower, the warmth soothing her skin and adding a touch of bliss to the aftermath of their shared passion. 

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