𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧

15

After 1 month

Akshat

As I stirred from sleep, the absence of her familiar presence left a gaping void in my heart. My eyes scanned the empty expanse of my bed, yet, her essence lingered in the air, wrapping my room in a cocoon of her scent. She's here, my home. Despite her physical absence, her essence permeated every corner, reminding me that in this place, she is my sanctuary, my haven of solace and comfort.

"oh aap uth gaye? Good morning," she greeted me casually, her mere presence sending my heart into a frenzy. As she wiped her hair with the towel, coming out from the washroom, she exuded an effortless beauty that left me breathless. Clad in a simple brown saree, she looked enchanting, her hair cascading around her face like a veil of silk. The white bindi on her forehead added a touch of innocence to her allure, making my longing for her unbearable.

(Oh, you woke up?)

I fought to control my urges, to restrain the primal desire that threatened to consume me like wildfire. For weeks, I had disciplined myself to avoid even glancing at her too long, fearing that I would lose all self-control and succumb to my desires like a starving beast. But the sight of her, so close yet so far, ignited a desperate longing within me that I could no longer contain.

Every moment spent in her presence felt like torture, a relentless reminder of what I could never have. The way she moved, the sound of her laughter, the delicate fragrance that trailed behind her—all of it served as constant torment, driving me to the brink of madness.

I knew I had to do something, anything, to quell the storm of emotions raging inside me. The thought of her being with someone else, experiencing the love and intimacy that I could only dream of, filled me with a sense of despair so profound it was suffocating. For me, it had to be her, or no one at all.

I adjusted my sweatpants and covered them with the blanket as I sat on the couch where I was sleeping minutes ago. I realised I was wearing grey sweatpants without a shirt, I have this habit of sleeping without a shirt and she got comfortable with it after a while.

"Humne aapki brown file dhundh di hai, wo table par rakhi hai, aur please aaj jaldi ghar aa jayiega badi maa ne ghar mein pooja rakhi hai" she was walking around giving me instructions.

(I have found your brown file; it's placed on the table. Also, please come home early today. Badi maa has arranged a puja at home.)

Bending down to pick up my worn clothes to keep them in the basket. She never complains.

"Aur Akshita to Jaipur mein hi hain, but use call karte rahiyega, wo baat nahi karti but use batate rahiyega ki aapko call kar le, waise mai baat kar leti hu usse roz ek baar" she completed. She's handling all of my relations so perfectly when I'm an asshole not even being able to give her time.

(And Akshita is still in Jaipur. But keep calling her; even if she doesn't talk much, keep informing her to call you. Anyway, I managed to talk to her once every day.)

"Sun rahe hai aap?" she said again wearing her earrings.

(Are you listening?)

"Hmm," I acknowledged and was just looking at her. What have I done to deserve her in my life? I'm an asshole for keeping her with me.

"To uthiye na, kitna late ho gaya hai, fir aap bina nasta kiye chale jate hai" she said and came towards me and fluffed the pillows on the couch and bent down just in front of me while her breasts were so close to my face, her conditioner's smell entered my nose and I closed my eyes.

(Please wake up. It's getting so late, and then you leave without having breakfast.)

She tried to snatch the blanket but I held it tighter.

"Choriye" she asked holding one side of the blanket.

(Leave it)

"Ummm...no" I said catching it tighter, otherwise I'll be exposed, what would she think of me? That I'm lusting over her so badly?

"Akshat ji, mujhe bht kaam hai, choriye ise" she said trying to snatch the blanket again but as I was gripping it harder, she fell on me, directly her hands touching my bare chest and my hand instinctively went to catch her waist. While now on the sofa, she can feel it near her stomach. She can feel my desperation for her.

(Akshat ji, I have a lot of work, leave this)

I groaned in frustration as I moved it along her stomach to get some friction, I was so fucking impossibly hard and my hands on her soft skin were not of any help. It worsened the situation.

I gripped her waist tighter and she closed her eyes as I flipped her and her back was now on the couch while I was hovering over her. I looked at her with desire. Her soft plump lips quivered due to proximity and her eyes were closed due to nervousness, her right hand was still near my breast and very-very close to my nipple. While her left hand was holding my shoulder for support, trying to pull me closer.

Her eyes jerked open to look at me, I was looking at her with desire and pure agony of my control till now. I was in so much pain, my cock was throbbing for her touch, begging for a release.

"Why do you have to be so fucking irresistible? Why the fuck do you have to parade your innocence in front of me like that, don't test my patience!" I rasped wetting my lower lip and moving my cock on her stomach for some feel. Her eyes widened, probably at the length.

I used my left thumb to caress her lips, smudging her lipstick,

"Ahhh, fuck" I rasped as I was trying to dry-hump over her.

I knew I was harsh because her lipstick was now completely smudged, I want to look at her like that when she will be taking my cock in her pretty mouth, how thoroughly fucked she would look, how fucking mine.

She let me smudge her lipstick without saying anything. She's my perfect little princess in bed.

I took her Mangal sutra and put it near her lips that had 'A' written in cursive, my name above her lips looked so fucking seductive, she's a pure seductress without even trying.

"Stop me, Janna. Please." I said or pleaded.

"Make me yours, Akshat ji" she said enclosing her arms around my neck.

Fuck

You don't fucking offer meat entering a lion's den. Her words were exactly that, it fuelled my desires to no limit. I groped her left breast harshly while making an animalistic sound.

"Ahhh" she winced.

"Touch me" I ordered with my hoarse voice. And put her hands near my cock. As soon as her hands touched my clothed member, I was in fucking heaven.

"Aghhhh" I groaned. My forehead was covered in sweat because of how desperately I wanted to come.

I cupped her jaw harshly,

"Thank whatever God, you have, that I am not doing this, otherwise you'd be bedridden for weeks, I would fuck you so hard that you won't be able even to lift your any limb, don't tempt me to pounce on you, you can't fucking handle it!" I whispered darkly and left towards the washroom.