Ik baat kahoon kya ijazat hai
Tere ishq ki mujhko...
Aadat hai ooo...aadat hai..
Aadat hai ooo...aadat hai..
Sara woke up in the morning in his bed, the morning light pouring on her face. She sat up, covering her chest with the duvet, and looked around, but he wasn't anywhere to be seen.
She took her phone and saw the last message:
"I am so sorry, Sara, for last night! But please don't go anywhere! I know I often mess up things, but I just can't live without you! I am going to practice to start fresh and new! You have class, right? After class, before going home, please come see me! Love you!"
Sara smiled reading the text. She wondered how much she loved this guy, pushing her own limits, going beyond and insane for him. Now, she could never imagine a life without him.
She found the pieces of her saree, put them on somehow, and left for her hostel. There, she got ready and went to her class.
After her class, she grabbed her bags from the hostel room, planning to go directly to her home from Shubman's apartment.
In his apartment, while waiting for him, Sara felt to do something special for him. She rummaged through her bag and found a deep red saree she had brought for her farewell but hadn't worn yet. Deciding this was the perfect moment, she carefully draped the saree around herself, the fabric hugging her curves and enhancing her beauty. She took her time, making sure every fold and pleat was perfect, wanting to look her best for him.
she headed to the kitchen to cook something for him. As she chopped vegetables, her thoughts were consumed by him.He only thought about him!
Suddenly, she felt a familiar touch. His hands traced the bare skin of her back, sending shivers down her spine. He gently slid her hair to one side and pressed a soft kiss on her neck. She closed her eyes, her breath hitching as she softly moaned, "Shubh..."
He turned her around with a gentle yet firm grip, his eyes filled with an intense, burning desire. He tugged at her pallu, letting it fall, exposing her midriff. Her eyes fluttered shut in shyness, her cheeks flushing a deep red. His hand moved slowly, tracing the outline of her stomach, causing her breath to quicken. She could feel her pulse racing as he drew closer, his breath warm against her skin. She parted her lips to moan, as he buried his face into the curve of her neck, his stubble grazing her sensitive skin.
The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of longing and passion. She felt herself melting into his embrace, every touch igniting a fire within her. Just as the moment seemed to consume her completely, she opened her eyes. He wasn't there. The kitchen was empty. It had all been a vivid dream.
Sara facepalmed herself, her cheeks still flushed with the intensity of the dream. She murmured to herself, "Chih, Sara, what are you thinking? " Her heart was still racing, and she couldn't help but smile, feeling both embarrassed and amused by her own thoughts.
After a few moments, the doorbell rang, and she knew it was him. Her heart leaped with excitement as she ran to the door and flung it open. There he stood, , his eyes softening the moment they met hers.
Without a word, he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. She couldn't wait any longer.she threw her arms around him and pressed her lips to his. He was taken aback at first, his body momentarily tense, but soon he melted into her embrace, letting all his weariness dissipate. His kiss grew more harsh,more intense, as he poured every ounce of passion into it.
Ehsaas tere aur mere toh
Ik dooje se judd rahe
He moved with a sudden urgency, grabbing her by the waist and pinning her against the nearby wall. The impact was rough, a testament to his strength. His muscular body pressed against her softer one, the contrast between their forms adding to the intoxicating sensation. Her soft chest collided with his hard one, and she could feel the heat radiating off him, mingling with her own.
Their kisses deepened, each one more desperate and hungry than the last. His hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her hips, sliding up her back, tangling in her hair. Every touch sent shivers down her spine, making her gasp and moan into his mouth. The sound seemed to drive him wild, spurring him on. His lips moved with an almost frantic intensity, exploring, tasting, claiming.
Her own hands were not idle. They explored the contours of his broad shoulders, the defined muscles of his back. She clung to him, her nails digging in slightly, eliciting a growl of pleasure from deep within his chest.
Ik teri talab mujhe aisi lagi
Mere honsh bhi udne lage
Her breath came in ragged gasps between kisses, her body arching into his. The feel of his stubble against her skin, the scent of him, a mix of sweat and something uniquely him, filled her senses, driving her wild with need. She could feel his heart pounding against hers, mirroring the frantic rhythm of her own.
His lips trailed down to her jaw, his breath hot against her skin. The scent of her perfume and her natural fragrance hit his nostrils, stirring something primal within him. An inner demon awakened, a fierce desire to ravish her entirely. He nipped at her neck, his kisses becoming more urgent, more fervent.
"Shubh!" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of need and vulnerability.
"Hmm, sweetheart?" he murmured against her skin, his voice deep and husky.
A lone tear escaped her eyes, a testament to the overwhelming emotions coursing through her. "I can't breathe," she moaned softly.
He took a step back, his hands still lightly touching her, concern etched on his face. "What's wrong? Are you not alright?"
She smiled, a blend of love and longing in her eyes. "I can't breathe when you come this close to me. I forget about the world and everything in it."
Relief washed over him, and he leaned in to gently peck her lips, a tender contrast to the passion they had just shared. Then, unable to resist, he buried his face in the curve of her neck once more, his stubble grazing her delicate skin. His hands roamed her back, pulling her closer, wanting to feel every inch of her against him.
Her hand found its way her fingers tracing his back its contours before tangling in his hair. She moaned his name, a sound filled with pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her eyes fluttered shut, losing herself in the sensation, in him.
Mujhe milta sukoon
Teri baahon mein
Jannat jaisi ek raahat hai
His kisses grew more insistent, his hands exploring the length of her spine, memorizing every curve and dip. Her skin was soft and warm under his touch, and her breath hitched with every movement. He could feel her pulse racing beneath his lips, a rapid rhythm that matched his own pounding heart.
"Shubh," she breathed again, her voice a mix of desire and surrender. The way she said his name, with such raw emotion, spurred him on. He nipped at her collarbone, eliciting a gasp from her lips, his hands tightening their hold on her waist.
He pressed her against the wall once more, his body a solid, reassuring presence against hers. She arched into him, her body responding instinctively to his touch, her mind drowning in the sensation of being loved so completely. Each kiss, each touch, was a promise, a declaration of how much she meant to him, how deeply he needed her.
Her nails raked lightly across his scalp, sending shivers down his spine. He groaned, the sound vibrating against her neck, making her moan in response.
Ik baat kahoon kya ijazat hai
Tere ishq ki mujhko aadat hai
Ik baat kahoon kya ijazat hai
Tere ishq ki mujhko...
Aadat hai ooo...aadat hai..
To be continued....
