𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏: 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄
.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.
"What?" she said, she couldn't believe her ears, that her Kabir ji would say something like that when he had been showering his whole life at her feet.
"Kabir ji, if it's abo...
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After Marriage
"Bhabhi, please tell me what did you do to Bhaiya?" Akshita spoke teasingly, her voice filled with playful curiosity. I glanced over at my bride, my heart swelling with affection as I saw her shyly hiding behind the veil. Despite my general indifference towards these post-wedding rituals, Maa had insisted we participate, and I couldn't deny her wishes. Still, all I could think about was the moment we could finally retreat to our room, where I could hold her close and cherish every part of her.
"Kabir, remove the veil, and then you guys have to find the rings from the bowl as the last ritual," Maa instructed, her voice gentle yet firm.
I carefully lifted the veil, revealing her face, flushed red from all the crying during the Vidai. The vermilion was spread through her hair partition, and some of the stones from her heavy lehenga had shifted. She must have been wearing that ornate outfit for hours, while I was comfortable in my tuxedo. If it were up to me, we would have had a simple court marriage, but my family had desired a grand celebration. Despite everything, she looked absolutely perfect.
"Bhabhi, don't let Bhaiya win, or he'll be the dominant one in the relationship," Maanya, my little sister, chimed in, adding to the teasing.
She looked at them with wide, innocent eyes, clearly overwhelmed by all the attention. My heart melted seeing her like this, and everyone's playful teasing only made her more endearing.
The room erupted in cheers as we dipped our hands into the bowl filled with milk, water, and rose petals. Her henna-adorned hand, decorated with red bangles and our engagement ring, dipped into the bowl, and I couldn't resist holding it. I didn't care about winning the ritual; she could rule me as much as she wanted. It was love at first sight for me.
She parted her lips, wincing slightly as I held her hand too tightly, and bit her lip in reaction. Oh, baby, don't do that. You have no idea how hard it is for me to control myself already. Don't make me take you here and now!
I released her hand, and she found the ring. Her triumphant smile lit up the room as everyone clapped and cheered.
"Damn, Bhabhi, I knew you would win! We are always Team Bhabhi," Akshita exclaimed, and the other three—Maanya, Aarav, and Akshat—nodded in unison. The "monkey gang," as they called themselves, was always trying to defy me, except for Akshat, who saw me as a role model and followed my every command. They rushed to hug her, almost choking her with their exuberance. She'll need to get used to this, I thought because the things I want to do with her are much more intense.
"Chalo, bacho, ab sab apne kamre mein jao. Aisha bhi thak gayi hogi," Chachi said, ushering everyone to their rooms. Akshita helped Aisha with her heavy lehenga, but when she was about to twist her ankle, I quickly stepped in, holding her hand to steady her.
(Alright kids, now everyone go to your rooms. Aisha must be tired too.)
"Kabir, carry her to the room. It's a tradition," Mom said, her voice filled with warmth.
I love traditions.
I held her in my arms as if she weighed nothing, lehenga and all. We could work on that. She wrapped her hands around my neck, and the sound of her bangles was like music to my ears. Her bare waist beneath my touch was warm and inviting, though I could feel her shivering slightly, a mix of cold and nerves.
As I ascended the stairs, I gently laid her on the bed. The room was beautifully decorated for newlyweds, a testament to the care and love of our families. She looked at me with wide, innocent eyes, making my heart race even faster.
I began to remove her jewellery, hoping it would make her more comfortable.
"Aap ye...kya...kya kar rahe hain?" she asked her voice a sweet, honey-coated whisper that sent shivers down my spine. Just hearing her speak in that meek tone was enough to make my heart pound faster.
(What are you doing?)
"Making you comfortable," I said, clearing my throat, and trying to maintain control.
"Wo hum kar lenge, aap bhi thak gaye honge," she said, her concern for me evident even after everything. But I could sense it was also her way of trying to keep some distance. Sorry, sweetheart, that won't be happening tonight.
(I'll handle it, you must be tired too.)
After removing the jewellery, I handed her a dress I had chosen for our first night together.
"Wear this," I said, my voice hoarse with anticipation. I couldn't wait to see her in it.
She got up without a word and changed. When she emerged wearing the dress, my mouth went dry, and my jaw dropped. She looked absolutely perfect, almost edible. I felt a surge of desire as I saw her, but she kept tugging at the ends of the fabric, trying to make it cover more. She was shy, and it was endearing.
"I've seen it all, what are you shy about?" I said, taking slow, predatory steps toward her. I couldn't control myself any longer. I had been holding back for days, and I hadn't touched another woman since the moment I laid eyes on her. I rolled up the sleeves of my white shirt as I approached, and she began to back away until her back—or rather, her perfect, spank-worthy ass—hit the wall.
She wore the dress with her long, wavy hair cascading down, parting to reveal the vermilion in her hair, the mangal sutra around her neck, and the bangles that clinked softly. It was all doing things to me. I fisted her hair in one hand, not touching any other part of her, yet.
"Ah, Kabir ji," she gasped, her lips parting in surprise.
"So, you finally accept I'm Kabir Oberoi," I said huskily, barely in control of the beast within me.
She placed her delicate hands against my chest, trying to maintain some distance or perhaps just to steady herself. With my grip on her hair, she was standing on her toes, her 5'4" frame dwarfed by my 6'2" height. I was overpowering her, towering over her.
She winced, whether in pain or pleasure, or perhaps both.
I leaned in, placing a kiss on the crook of her neck, and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to hurt you, Jaan, and it's going to be brutal and rough. I want to own every single inch of your body. Are you ready for it?"
"Theek hai," she whispered in her meek voice, and with that, I was a goner.
