Heartstring

Chapter 21

Agastya's POV

I was so busy with work today that I lost track of time. It was 12:00 AM when I finally checked the clock. Amira must be waiting for me, so I rushed home. As I stepped inside, I saw Amira sleeping at the dining table. Gently, I walked over to her, placed a kiss on her soft cheek, and patted her head. She stirred and woke up, smiling at me.
"You're here," she said softly.
"Why are you not in the room?" I asked.
"I was waiting for you," she replied.
"Have you eaten?" I asked, concerned.
"No," she admitted.
"Sit here," I told her, and went to heat up the food. We both had dinner, laughing and talking about our day. I told her about my hectic day at work, and she listened attentively, just like always.
After dinner, Amira went to the kitchen to drink some water. I followed her, placing my hand on her waist. She shivered at my touch.
"Agastya, we're not in our room," she whispered.
"So, you're desperate to go to our room, my biwi?" I teased.
She blushed and said, "Aisa kuch nahi hai," playfully hitting me and trying to leave. But I stopped her and picked her up in bridal style. She gasped in shock.
"It looks like you forgot what you said in the morning," I teased.
She acted innocent, "What did I say?"
"Let's go, I'll show you," I said, carrying her towards our room.
She laughed and hid her face against my chest, her warmth filling me with happiness I had never known before.
As I carried Amira to our room, her laughter slowly faded into a soft smile. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, matching the rhythm of mine. I gently placed her on the bed, our eyes locked in a gaze that spoke volumes.
I brushed a strand of hair from her face and leaned in close, my breath mingling with hers. "You have no idea how much I've missed you, how much I've longed for this moment," I whispered, my voice husky with emotion.
Her eyes softened, and she reached up, her fingers tracing the lines of my face. "I've missed you too, Agastya. More than words can say," she replied, her voice trembling slightly.
I captured her lips in a slow, tender kiss, savoring the taste of her. Her hands slid up my chest, and I felt the spark of desire ignite between us. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate as our need for each other became undeniable.

I pulled back for a moment, looking into her eyes. "Are you sure?" I asked, wanting to be certain. She nodded, her eyes filled with love and trust.
I leaned in again, this time kissing her with a fervor that had been building up for years. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer as our bodies pressed together. My hands roamed her body, I slowly removed every plate of her saree, our kiss deepens I took off her blouse and she gasped.
Clothes were discarded in a frenzy of passion, our hands exploring, touching, igniting fires wherever they went. I kissed a trail down her neck, savoring the soft moans that escaped her lips. Her fingers tangled in my hair, urging me on, I moved from her neck to her boobs, kissing them she tightened her grip of my hair, I sucked them, Amira starts taking deep breaths, I glide my lips from her boobs to her stomach and reached till her shape wear, I slowly removed it, with her underwear, I placed my hands between her thighs and she gasped again, I put one finger inside her she moan, I was teasing her with this, as I moved my fingers inside her, she kept losing it, and begged "Agastya please" taking deep breaths, I smirked and removed my pants, her eyes wided, I kissed her ones then put my dick inside her, she kept saying it's hurting even though I was gentle, slowly the pain changed into pleasure, she begged for more and more, and I delivered exactly what my biwi wanted. We moved together, a seamless dance of love and desire. I could feel her trembling beneath me, her breath coming in short gasps. "Agastya," she whispered, her voice a mix of longing and surrender. I met her eyes again, seeing the same emotions mirrored in her gaze. "I love you, Amira," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "I love you too," she replied, her voice breaking slightly.
With those words, we became one, our bodies and souls intertwining in a moment of pure, unadulterated love. Every touch, every kiss, every movement was a testament to the depth of our feelings for each other.
I held her close, our hearts beating in unison. We lay together in the aftermath, our breaths mingling, our bodies still entwined.
"I can't believe this is real," she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.
"It is real, Amira. And it's just the beginning," I replied, kissing the top of her head.
We fell asleep in each other's arms, the past behind us and a future filled with love and promise ahead.