ʙᴏᴏᴋ 𝟷 ɪɴ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ sᴇʀɪᴇs
Tia ᥫ᭡ Saransh
"I like you. Saransh ji, I truly do a lot, but I'm not sure what love is because I've never felt it."
"Then let me show you what love feels like by painting you in the color of my love, sona.
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I slowly opened my eyes when sunlight hit my face. I felt some weight on my stomach. I looked down, Saransh Ji is sleeping, keeping his head on my stomach. His half-naked body with inked shoulders was on display. His flawless face was glowing under the sunlight. I smiled, remembering our last night. Heat crawled on my face as I kissed his forehead. He scrunched his nose in annoyance. I giggled looking at him. I tried to come out from his hold, but he is holding me so tightly.
"Saransh ji", I jerked him whispering with my groggy voice. He stirred and held me even more tightly. I huffed, feeling vexed. I badly needed to empty my bladder, but this giant man... 'huh'. I glared looking at him, I smirked looking at him sleeping peacefully.
'Saransh jiiiiiiiiiiiii...' I shouted near his ear. He woke up with a jolt, sat straight on the bed knitting his eyebrows, looking around the room. I giggled at him, a cute frown dancing on his face.
"What happened? Are you alright? "He held my face in his palm, scanning my face thoroughly."
"Calm down, nothing has happened, everything is fine," I said, holding back my laugh.
He twitched his lips upwards. "Is this a new way to wake up your hot, handsome husband in the morning, Mrs. Sharma?"
"You're hot and handsome," I scoffed, glancing at him.
"Come out from your delusional world, Mr. Sharma," I said, biting my inner cheeks to control my laugh.
"Wh.... What do you mean I'm not handsome?" he asked, looking at me in disbelief.
"I have seen better than you, Mr. Sharma," I said. In a fraction of a second, he yanked me, and I landed on his lap.
"What do you mean?" he asked, gritting his teeth, clutching my hair, pulling me close towards him, his eyes igniting with fire. I gulped, looking at him. Oh no, I think I am badly messed up.
"I was just joking, Saransh ji," I said meekly, wiggling on his lap. He held my waist firmly.
"Arghhh" He groaned, nuzzling his nose on the crook of my neck.
'Don't do that, Sona, otherwise I won't hesitate to take you right now underneath me and fvck you so hard,' a course of heat rushed through my veins. I gulped with fear and stopped wriggling. Something is poking under my thighs. My eyes widened, realizing what it is. Heat crept on my cheeks. Biting my lip, I gazed down.
"Saransh ji" I rasped.
"Hmm" He hummed and started giving wet kisses on my neck. I shivered when he licked my earlobe, and my breath caught in my throat.
'Ahhhh...' a breathy moan escaped from my mouth when he bit the pulse on my neck.
'Can I get my morning kiss, Tia Ji?' he teased, a playful mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. I squinted my eyes, glaring at him as I shook my head.
