I felt a pang of guilt, but I had to be honest. "Yes, but I promise after marriage, if you don't want me to stay in your room, I can move out or sleep on the couch. I won't touch-"
Anirudh cut me off, his expression unreadable. I wondered what he wa...
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"Anirudh, stop there," I said, backing off. I didn't know why I was suddenly wet down there. I could feel the moisture, and it was unsettling. He didn't stop approaching me.
"Why, Roop? You don't want me to come closer to you, but you want Raj to hug you," he said, his voice low and husky, and I couldn't help but feel even more aroused. I had never felt this way before. He was more jealous than I thought he would be.
"That's not-" I tried to say, but he cut me off.
"Remember, wifey, if he can hug you, I can do even more than that," he said, his eyes burning with intensity, and the next second, I was pinned to the wall, his body pressed against mine.
"Anirudh, my mehendi is still wet," I said, my voice trembling with anticipation. I was excited to see what he would do next.
Control, Roop, control.
"Aren't you?" he asked in his most seductive voice, his eyes gleaming with desire. My nipples hardened at the sound, betraying my arousal.
"What?" I said, looking at him innocently, as if I had no idea what he was insinuating.
"Aren't you wet, Roop?" he whispered in my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine as he nibbled on my sensitive spot.
"I will show you what I can do and he can't," he said, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer.
"Anirudh, what are you doing?" I asked, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.
"Isn't my wifey angry with me? I'm just trying to convince her. That's it," he said, his voice muffled as he continued to suck and bite my earlobe.
I couldn't control myself anymore. "I'm not angry. I just... Aahhh," I moaned, my voice trailing off as he continued his sensual assault.
"You just what, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky, as he kissed and sucked all over the bare skin around my neck.
"I-I was just trying to make you jealous," I said, stifling a moan that threatened to escape my lips. I couldn't bring myself to mention Raj's name; I had promised him I wouldn't.
Anirudh lifted his head from my neck and gazed into my eyes. "So, mission successful?" he asked, a sly smile spreading across his face, before he returned to his sensual exploration of my skin.
"Anirudh, stop. My mehendi is still wet," I pleaded, my hands suspended in mid-air as the mehendi was still not dry. I was unable to touch anything or move.
"Yes, and I'm going to take perfect advantage of it," he whispered in my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. His hands roamed freely around my bare waist, our chests pressed together, and my hands were trapped on either side of Anirudh. I was pinned against the wall, unable to move an inch.
