Mujhe Pyaar Hua Tha~ Short Stories Collection

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Main Tera sarmaya hoon
Jo bhi mein ban paaya hoon
Tumse hi tumse hi
Raste miljate hai
Manzile miljati hai
Tumse hi tumse hi

Author's POV

In the soft glow of dusk, Mihir stepped into his newly decorated bedroom, his heart pounding with a mixture of trepidation and desire. His gaze fell upon Jeevika, his beautiful bride of two short days, who sat perched on their bed, engrossed in the stack of books strewn across its surface.

She was a vision of grace and elegance, adorned in a stunning red saree that clung lovingly to her curves. She looked breathtaking in her red saree, adorned with her wedding bangles, vermillion, and anklets, her long hair cascading down her back like a dark waterfall. Her lips, painted a bold shade of red, added to her allure, making his heart skip a beat.

Mihir stood rooted to the spot, unable to tear his eyes away from her. He was struck by her beauty, her intelligence, and the air of innocence that enveloped her. Jeevika, sensing his presence, glanced up from her reading, and their gazes locked.

A shy smile played across her lips, and Mihir felt his heart melt. He approached her slowly, his every step filled with anticipation and longing. Jeevika's lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but then she hesitated.

"May I ask you something?" Mihir asked gently. Jeevika nodded, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Your books — they're all about medicine, aren't they?" "Yes," Jeevika replied. "I'm a medical intern, remember?"

"I know," Mihir said, "but your tastes have always been so eclectic. What drew you to medicine?"

"Honestly, my both parents are doctors.. So.." Jeevika explained. "To continue their legacy. Moreover, I was too dumb to think of some new idea.."

Mihir chuckled at her reply and nodded in understanding. "That's a noble aspiration."

They lapsed into silence, the air filled with a tangible tension. Mihir watched as Jeevika's fingers fidgeted with the bedsheet, crumpling it between them. In a sudden, almost impulsive move, he reached out and gently took her hands in his.

"You don't have to be afraid," he whispered. "Of me or of our marriage."

Jeevika looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of vulnerability. "Why would I be afraid?" she asked softly.

"I don't know," Mihir said, shrugging. "Perhaps because I'm an IAS officer and you're a doctor, and we come from very different worlds."

"That doesn't matter," Jeevika said, shaking her head. "I'm not afraid of you, Mihir. I just... I don't know you very well yet."

Mihir leaned forward, his breath catching in his throat. "Would you like to get to know me better?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

Jeevika's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. "I think I would," she replied.

In that instant, all shyness and hesitation melted away. Mihir leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Jeevika's.  At first, it was a gentle, tentative kiss, a mere promise of what was to come. But as the connection deepened, the passion within them ignited.

Mihir's hands slipped around Jeevika's waist, pulling her closer, while she placed her hands on his shoulders, her fingers digging into his freshly ironed white shirt. They kissed with abandon, their tongues dancing and their bodies responding with an irresistible fervor.

A YEAR AND A HALF AGO

"But maa... Abhi kyun?" Mihir asked his mother, Shrijal, who was busy pouring orange juice into his glass.

"Arrey, it's her birthday, and I have to reach there on time," she said, ruffling his hair.

"And what about her? Can't she drop you?" He pointed towards his younger sister, Mihika, who was busy reading, writing, and eating. Let's assume she was busy. Mihika looked up and gave her brother a sickly sweet smile before returning to her books.

"She has an exam today, and I don't want her to be late. That is why I am asking you, Miri," Shrijal said, sitting in front of him. Sometimes Mihir couldn't believe his parents. Before his birth, his mother used to call his father "Miri," but now he was "Mir," and Mihir was "Miri."

Mrinal and Shrijal had been married for 28 years, with two kids and one divorce. Yes, DIVORCE. Their story was quite chaotic, but in the end, they realized their love for each other and continued their life together.

Today was Shrijal's best friend's birthday, and she couldn't miss it. She needed Mihir to drop her off.

"Fine, maa. I'll drop you," Mihir agreed, albeit reluctantly.

When they arrived at the birthday party, Mihir saw her for the first time. Jeevika. She was talking and laughing with a group of friends. Her laughter was contagious, and her eyes sparkled with joy. Mihir felt an instant attraction.

FLASHBACK OVER

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.

Jeevika nodded, taking a deep breath. "I'm ready.." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mihir closed the distance between them, taking her face in his hands and kissing her deeply. Jeevika responded eagerly, her body melting into his as she let go of her fears.

But as Mihir began to undress her, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious. She tugged at the fabric of her saree, trying to cover herself up.

Mihir noticed and gently took her hands in his own. "You're beautiful.." he said, his eyes full of love and admiration. "Don't hide from me."

Jeevika let out a sigh, allowing Mihir to continue undressing her. As he pulled off her saree, she was left standing in nothing but her red blouse and petticoat. Mihir's gaze raked over her body, and Jeevika felt a shiver run down her spine.

"You're stunning.." Mihir murmured, his voice thick with desire.

He reached out and traced a finger over the curve of her breast, causing Jeevika to gasp. has been never touched her like this, with such reverence and passion.

Mihir's touch was gentle but insistent, and soon Jeevika found herself lost in a sea of pleasure. She clung to him, her fingers digging into his back as he explored every inch of her body.

As they tumbled into bed together, their bodies tangled together in a tangle of limbs and fabric. Mihir kissed her fiercely, his tongue delving into her mouth as he nipped at her bottom lip.

Jeevika responded in kind, her own nails raking down his back as she moaned into his mouth. She could feel the heat building between them, and she knew she wouldn't be able to resist much longer.

Mihir's fingers found her core, and he began to stroke her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Jeevika cried out, her hips bucking against his hand as she chased her release.

"That's it.." Mihir murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Let go, Jeevika. I've got you."

Jeevika did as he commanded, surrendering to the wave of pleasure that washed over her. She clung to him as she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

But even as the pleasure faded, Jeevika couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach.

As the night wore on, they consummated their marriage, their lovemaking a testament to the deep connection they shared. Mihir, his hands exploring every inch of Jeevika's body, felt a sense of awe and reverence for this woman who had become his wife. Jeevika, her heart filled with a love she had never known, felt herself falling deeper and deeper into the enigmatic world of passion and desire.

As the first light of dawn began to creep through the windows, Mihir and Jeevika lay together in each other's arms, their hearts beating in unison. They had shared a night of passion and intimacy, a night that would forever be etched in their memories.

TBC