~ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ~

Bonus chapter 2

Author's Note : This chapter is having dark romance and mature parts, so read if you are comfortable... !!

Pratha's POV:

As I waited for Garv, my heart fluttered with anticipation. The sound of his car pulling up outside was like music to my ears. I rushed to the door, my excitement getting the better of me, and collided with him in the entrance. But instead of falling, I found myself caught in his strong arms, his hands grasping my waist to steady me. "Dhyaan dena chahiye tumhe," he said with a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

I teased him, "Vo toh bss aap pe rehta hai," and he blushed, looking endearing and sheepish at the same time. I took his hand and led him to the dinner table, where the rest of the family had already finished eating.

"Tumne phir khana nhi khaya?" he asked, concern etched on his face. I replied,

"Nhi aapka wait kar rhi thi pati parmeshwar," and he blushed again, his eyes dropping to the floor.

Then, in a low, husky voice, he said, "Then feed me." As I reached out to offer him a roti, he stopped my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine.

"I am hungry for you, jaan," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks as I met his gaze, my heart racing with excitement.

"Garv phle khana kha lo," I said, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. He ate, his eyes never leaving mine, and then fed me by hand, the touch of his fingers on my lips sending shivers down my spine. After dinner, he picked me up in his arms, cradling me like a child.

"Garv..." I whispered, but he silenced me,

"Shhh, now all I need is you." And with that, he carried me off to our room, the world outside melting away as we lost ourselves in each other's eyes.

As Garv guided me to the bed, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with a deep longing and desire. He closed the door, and I felt a flutter in my chest, knowing we were alone, with no distractions, no interruptions. My saree's pallu slipped away, exposing my skin to his gaze, and I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, despite having been intimate with him before. My shyness still got the better of me, and I couldn't help but feel a little vulnerable, yet safe in his presence.

Garv's fingers gently swept my hair aside, and his lips found my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His touch was gentle, yet passionate, and I couldn't help but moan softly, "Umm, G...Garv."

He whispered, his breath hot against my skin, "Say you're all mine," and I felt my heart skip a beat.

I surrendered, my voice barely above a whisper, "I am all yours."

With tender care, he unbuttoned my blouse, letting it fall away, revealing my bra-clad chest. His fingers traced the curve of my neck, and he slowly unfastened my bra, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. I felt my pulse racing, my heart pounding in my chest as he gazed at me, his eyes filled with adoration and love. I knew in that moment, I was his, completely and utterly, and he was mine. As I sat before him, my bra discarded, I felt a thrill of vulnerability. Yet, I knew I was safe with Garv, my husband, my love. I trusted him with every fiber of my being. He drew closer, his fingers cupping my nipples, sending shivers down my spine.

His lips touched mine, and I moaned, "Gar...Garv," my voice barely audible.

"Be a good girl," he whispered, his deep, husky voice sending tremors through me.

"I love you, jaan," he breathed, his words setting my soul ablaze. My hands instinctively reached for his hair, tangling in its depths.

"I love you too," I whispered back, my heart racing with desire. In one swift motion, he removed his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest, and then gently unwrapped my saree, leaving me bare before him. I felt exposed, yet cherished, my love for him shining brighter with every passing moment. As I sat before him, I felt a sense of vulnerability wash over me, yet I was comforted by the love and desire in his gaze. He looked at me with a hunger that made my heart skip a beat, and I knew what he wanted.

"Remove your pretty panties, love," he whispered, his breath tickling my lips and sending shivers down my spine. He got up and retrieved something from the cupboard, his movements filled with anticipation and a sense of promise. I slipped off my underwear, feeling a mix of excitement and shyness, and pulled the blanket around me, trying to cover myself. But he just smiled and joined me on the bed, his eyes locked on mine, and I knew what was to come. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, and I felt my heart beat faster, my love for him overflowing. As we lay together, he gently moved closer, our bodies entwining like the tendrils of a vine. I felt a mix of sensations, a sweet discomfort that I welcomed, like the first blush of dawn on a summer morning. I wrapped my arms around him, my fingers tracing the contours of his back, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine, like the gentle lapping of waves on a moonlit beach.

"Garv..." I moaned softly, lost in the moment, my voice barely audible over the beating of my heart. He held me closer, his touch igniting a fire within me, a flame that burned bright and true, a gentle warmth that enveloped us both, like a soft blanket on a winter's night. I felt cherished, loved, and content in his arms, like a ship safe in harbor, my heart full of joy, and my soul at peace. Our love was a flame that burned bright, a beacon in the darkness, a guiding light that illuminated our path together forever.

As he cupped my face, his thumbs tracing the curve of my lips, I felt a rush of desire. His mouth claimed mine, his kisses deep and devouring. I moaned, lost in the sensation, as he nibbled and sucked, his lips leaving mine tingling. His hands roamed my body, teasing my breasts, sending shivers down my spine. His lips wandered to my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Every moment with him was pure bliss, the best part of my life. I never imagined that my crush would become my husband, but fate had other plans. Despite the uncertainty of our past, our connection was undeniable. As we wrapped ourselves in the blanket, the night became a dreamy haze, a beautiful surrender to our love. There was nothing between us in starting, but still, I used to feel that there is still something between us.

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