𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬

9 | Passion Amidst Chaos

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟗

The entire family walked into the living room, following the chaos, but Abhinandan lingered in the kitchen. As soon as Akshata was about to pass by him, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her to his side. The laughter and chatter from the living room faded into the background as Abhinandan locked eyes with Akshata.

"Where do you think you're going in such a hurry, Ranisa?" Abhinandan whispered with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I was just going to check if everything was alright in the living room." Akshata, feeling the warmth of his touch, tried to suppress a smile. Abhinandan's gaze intensified, and he leaned in, his lips almost brushing against her ear.

"Acha ji, you know, you can't escape me that easily." He murmured, his warm breath sending a shiver through her body. She felt his arm wrap around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Hukum, yeh kya kar rhe hai aap koi dekh lega. (Hukum, someone might see us)." Akshata whispered as she glanced towards the open kitchen door.

"Are apne biwi se romance kr rha hoon aur kya? (I am romancing my wife and what else?)" Abhinandan pulled her even closer, a playful grin on his face. "Let them see. I'm not afraid to show the world how much I love you," he replied, his eyes locked onto hers with unwavering intensity.

As the family's chatter echoed from the living room, Abhinandan slowly lowered his lips to Akshata's neck, planting a soft, lingering kiss. Her breath caught, and she closed her eyes, reveling in the intimate moment they shared amidst the chaos.

"Hukum!" Akshata let out a low moan.

"You know," he said, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes, "I wasn't feeling well this morning after I woke up."

"Kyu, kya hua hukum? Aap thik toh hai na? (Why, what happened Hukum? Are you okay?)" Akshata asked with a worried tone.

"Aaj hum subha uthe toh aap thi hi nhi room mein. Aap subh subh jaldi uth kr neeche aa gyi, aur hume hamari mornng kiss bhi lene di aapne. (Today when I woke up in the morning, you were not there in the room. You woke up early in the morning and came down, and did not even let me have my morning kiss.)" He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to her ear.

"M-Morning Kiss?" Akshata felt a shiver down her spine as his warm breath brushed against her ear.

"Haan, ab se roj subha aap hume humari morning kiss diye bina room se ek kadam bhi bahar nhi rakhengi. (Yes, from now on every morning you will not step out of the room without giving me my morning kiss.)" Abhinandan tilted his head with a suggestive glint in his eyes.

"Ji, hukum. (Yes, hukum.)" Akshata nodded timidly.

"Toh humari aaj ki morning kiss? (So what about my today's morning kiss?)" Abhinandan leaned in, his lips brushing against hers.

With that, Askhata decided to be bold and closed the small distance between them, capturing Abhinandan's lips in a tender yet passionate kiss. Their lips met in a dance of passion and longing. Abhinandan's kiss was both tender and intense, a declaration of love that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.

The sensation of his warm lips against hers sent a rush of electric currents through Akshata's body, making her heart race. As they kissed, Abhinandan's hands gently traced the contours of Akshata's waist, sending shivers down her spine. His touch was both firm and tender, his fingers dancing along the fabric of her saree as if trying to memorize every curve.

Akshata responded to his touch with equal fervor, her hands exploring the expanse of his broad shoulders. She could feel the heat radiating from him—a passionate flame that ignited a desire deep within her. His lips were warm and velvety, melding perfectly with hers in a dance of longing and connection.