In this heartfelt tale, we follow the lives of Aravind and Chaaru, two teenage school sweethearts, as they navigate the complexities of love, responsibility, and growing up together. Unlike most teenage couples, they strive to build a relationship b...
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I said it at last. I know he's been waiting for me to say these words. What more do I need when he is loyal, caring, and the best husband material? He took away most of my insecurities during our dating period and after I moved in, I was sure he was mine, only mine. I didn't wait any longer and kissed him. When I was about to withdraw, he held my face and pressed harder to him. He nibbled, sucked my lower and upper lip. I fought for dominance. He slid his finger inside my thighs and cupped my ass. I widened my eyes; he devoured my mouth using his tongue. I ran my fingers through his thick, soft hair. He tasted like heaven.
After a few minutes, we pulled away when we ran out of breath. He said, "I love you too, Chaaru." I hugged him tighter. He held my butt cheeks and walked towards the room. I was holding his neck, blushing. He placed me on the bed and lay beside me. He opened his arms, indicating for me to join. I rolled over and lay with my face on his chest, hugging him tight with my right hand and putting my right leg over him. I love sleeping like this. He asked, "Can you now let me know what happened?" I gulped. He saw me confused and I asked him, "You shouldn't be mad after I say this, promise?"
He said, "It depends." I pouted, he kissed my cheeks and told me to continue. "After meeting my brother, Vinith, I was returning through the subway. It was already 6:30, so I was moving fast. Suddenly... ( I looked at him, and he blinked, assuring me to continue...) Suddenly, my father, I mean Vinith's father, Mr. Murali, followed me. I turned back to see him. He was smirking. The subway was deserted. My traumas came back. Suddenly I couldn't breathe. I wasn't willing to get caught in his hands... (trying hard to control my heart) I ran towards the end, while I was turning back constantly and running, I was hit by a motorcycle and I folded my legs, leading to this injury. The one you saw on the shoulder was from when he was trying to catch me and his nails dug in."
He slowly moved my night strap and took out the ointment I brought from the hospital. He applied it with care. I could see he was angry. He insisted that he would come along next time. I cupped his face, turning it towards me.
"Sorry, Baby, I didn't mean to." His eyes widened in shock; I bit my cheeks, blushing, realizing what I had called him. He then hovered over me. He kissed my forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, chin, and at last, lips. We kissed for more than a minute. I bit my lower lip and turned to the other side, blushing. He kissed my back and held me close to him. He pulled me so close that I felt his hardness. I giggled, he kissed my cheeks and said, "You do know how to tackle me." I smiled, blushing.
Atmidnight, I woke up to change my napkin. I came out of his hold and got up. Itried walking, limping towards the bathroom, but my hand slipped and hit awater bottle. It fell down . And he woke up. He glared at me. I smiled sleepily. He picked me upand took me in, and he changed the pad. I never expected him to care this much,as this is usually something men find disgusting. When he even helped me bathe,he washed me with care, without hurting me. But I was afraid of him seeing themarks I was trying to hide from him for months and another reason was my tattoo.My body was in bad condition when we started to live together, full of scratch marks that a lover shouldn't see. That was one important reason I didn't talk with him too.
