Bairi Sanam: The hate of a lover

Chapter XLIII: Ghoshna

Tejasvin

"No, I'm hungry for something else," she said making me proud of her internally. She really is something else. The way she isn't afraid to vocalise what she desires draws me more towards her.

Her delicate figure was lying underneath me without anything on the top. Her moans were awakening my rough side that I was trying to suppress in order to not hurt her, at least not for the first time. But the way she kept pulling me closer to herself revealing her dominance here and there wasn't helping the situation.

I ran the back of my hand over her bosom gently and kept observing her every expression to my touch. She bit on her lower lip making it turn red. I freed her lip from the torture of her teeth using my thumb and she breathed heavily through her parted lips while looking at me dangerously.

"You are inviting trouble for yourself by looking at me like that sanam," I whispered leaning in closer to her lips and grabbing them harshly. I sucked on her lips until she became breathless.

"I'm not afraid of troubles," she uttered in a low voice against my lips and ran her fingers in my hair. Moving down from her lips, I left a kiss on her jaw. I glided my lips down on her skin sucking on her neck. Slowly moving down, I kissed her erected bud that made her tighten her hold on my hair. I looked up from her chest and found her completely losing it as her eyes were closed shut. I gave it a lick that made her pin her nails into my shoulder.

"Ahnn aah," she moaned as I took it in my mouth and began sucking on it while my other hand kneaded her other breast. Her moans grew louder as the movement of my lips on her nipple turned harsher. Leaving it, my lips trailed down to her midriff, and I kissed her there.

"Are you okay Ketaki?" I asked lifting my face up from her abdomen to look at her. She nodded while taking heavy breaths. I untucked her saree and was opening the strings of her petticoat when I heard a knock on the door.

"Dau khana thanda ho raha hai jaldi aao," I heard Smriti, and Ketaki instantly sat up listening to that.

(The food is getting cold, come fast.)

"I think we should go," she said covering her front with the saree. "Everyone's waiting for us."

She got up from the bed hurriedly and picking up the blouse from the ground, she put her arms in the sleeves. I came behind her and snaking my arms around her belly, I pulled her into me.

"You were the one saying that you're hungry for something else, now you can't leave in the middle without letting me satiate your hunger," I said near her ear and bit on her earlobe.

"Sssss," she hissed in pain. "Not right now please. We should go. It's been so long since maa has called us downstairs for breakfast," she said wiggling in my hold that only tightened the more she moved. "Please. Please."

I loosened my grip on her and threw my head on her back giving up at her pleads. "Ughh, why is no one letting me spend time with my wife?" I whined and heard her giggle. She so enjoys my sufferings. Lifting my face up from her back, I hooked her blouse up and she adjusted the saree around her. Taking a t-shirt from the closet, I wore it and we both went downstairs where everyone was waiting for us, including dad.

We took our seats, and everyone began eating as soon we settled at the table. Dad finished early and without saying anything, he left for outside while the rest of us were still eating. I don't know for how long he would continue to hold onto his grudges.

"Bhauji you are looking really pretty in this green saree today," Smriti spoke and Ketaki blushed at her comment. "Right dau?"

I clicked my tongue in denial. "Bilkul hari mirchi lag rahi hai," I said sarcastically that made maa and Smriti laugh a bit. My eyes moved to Ketaki who was looking angrily at me, and I instantly looked away feeling scared.