Tales of Them

Ondra Renda Aasaigal 5

Sivaangi 

Alex, too hot to handle man. 

He recites my writing from the book, so he has completed reading it. The air from the windows hitting me makes me shiver even more in the cold. Ashwin moves towards the windows and closes them, then beckons me to come near.

I gulped taking slow steps towards him. 

His fingers slowly open his shirt buttons and he continues opening the second while his gaze on me. I was feeling shy all of sudden. 

"Sivaangi" he calls, I lift my gaze and our eyes got lost in each other. 

"Can you help me ?" He asks, pointing his shirt. 

He wants me to remove shirt now. Oh my goodness I don't what more I have for today. I slowly moved near him and opened his shirt buttons carefully restraining myself from touching him. 

My gaze got stuck on his solitary chest mole lingered with water droplets over there. Isn't this turning me now ? His white vest was stuck to his body revealing his toned chest and suddenly the surroundings seemed too hot. 

He held my wrist and stops me. 

"Not like this kulukulu" he whispers in his base voice. 

I am drowning. Please someone help me. God my man is playing with me. 

"I wish to unbutton my husband's shirt, running my hands over his chest. Perhaps drawing patterns there, losing myself in the touch. And I also wish to play with him" he says, while I looked shocked. 

It my words from my blog. Yes, I write blogs like book reviews and something related to it. But how did he find my blog ? I have planned to reveal it later to him but now I have no idea how he got to know my blog where I go with a pseudo name, Damini. 

"Ashwin!" I whisper. 

"Yes, my kulukulu" he says, sliding his right arm around my waist. 

"Aaron,"

"Yes, my love"

Isn't this is from shatter me!

"Come on kulukulu do what you want" he says looking straight into my eyes. 

"Ashwin" I whisper not looking him. 

"Toi aussi tu as l'air tellement chaud kulukulu" he says all of sudden. 

It means you look so hot too kulukulu in French. But how did he know French ? So he understood what I said in parking. Oh god, how much shock should I go through more ? 

"You knew French ?" I ask in shocked tone. 

"Appris pour toi, chérie" he replies.

( learned for you, darling ) 

"But why ?" I ask.

"Is this even a question ?" He shots be back.

Never in my dream I thought my husband would read my romance novel or he would learn a whole language for me. 

A fictional men has landed for me. 

"Shouldn't we see who is more hot kulukulu ? Your Alex or Aaron ? Or your husband ?" 

I just freaking out now. What is he even planning to do now ? 

He left my waist and removed his shirt and vest. I closed my eyelids in anticipation. 

"I thought you were more romantic than me kulukulu....But— nee waste pola" he says. 

I opened my eyes and glared him. How dare he say that ? 

"Yaru waste mr. Ashwin Kumar ?" I ask in a offended tone.

"Neenga then mrs. Ashwin Kumar!" He says hopping on the bed. 

I moved towards him and sat on his torso and hit his chest. 

"Evalo dhairiyam Unaku ashwineey" 

He chuckles and holds my wrist to stop me. 

"Aah valikuthu di" 

"Nala valikatum" I say hitting again in my other hand. 

I tensed as he skillfully brought me down, now hovering above me. Our eyes locked in a moment of intense connection. He wasn't putting any weight on me, balancing effortlessly with his hands, creating an electrifying atmosphere between us.

His bare upper body was sending me all things I never it existed. 

Butterflies? No. It's whole zoo. 

"Alex hot aa ?" He asks. 

Oh it seems my husband is possessive with a fictional character. 

"Why not mr. Ashwin, he is" I said playfully. 

"Ungala mari unromantic aa va iruppanga ?" I added. 

"Ohh fine, mrs. Ashwin Kumar why don't we recreate your fav scene ?" He asks winking at me with a mischievous smile.

No way. 

"Ash.." my words died when he started peppering a fusillade of kisses over my nape. 

"You never know kulukulu how bad I control myself" he whispers in my neck.

I held his chin and made him face me. I crashed my lips on him. 

Only he doesn't knew how I control. Poor guy. 

It was a soft kiss which turned into rough. Sparks were running over my skin, and the heat in my stomach flared to life. I shuddered at the sensation, my pulse beating so wildly I couldn't hear anything else. His lips were cool and firm. 

I wanted to wrap myself around him and devour him until every bit of him was inside me. Much to ask ? No, he is my husband. 

He plunged his tongue into my mouth and we both were fighting for equal dominance. 

My chest rising and falling with harsh breaths beneath his tentative touch. I pressed my hand against his chest even his heart beats are like a fright train. 

I gasped when he suddenly deepened the kiss. My hand went back to hair and I titled him for an angle.

I never knew my husband was this hungry for me. 

My other hand eager to explore the expanse of smooth skin and hard muscles beneath my fingers. My entire body pulsated with need. It was only a kiss, but I wanted more and more.

He was invading all of my senses, his touch so hot and I surrendered to him without a shred of resistance. We both pulled and panted for air. He fell on me and I rolled him down and laid in his chest. 

"Google play Ondra Renda" he commands, the speaker in our room started playing it.

His hands grasped the scruff of my neck as he leaned in closer to my ears "un fav la ?" 

I nod. This particular song explains me completely. 

Ondra renda aasaigal

Ellaam sollavae orr naal podhumaa

My favourite off course. His hands moves down exploring my body. 

"Should we continue ?" He asks all of sudden taking his hand back. 

Is this even a question now ?

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