Gereksiz İntikam

10

Taniya's pov

A shiver ran down my spine when his lips met mine.

Amidst the pain and heartache, I didn't feel any comfort in his touch.

"Allah, Allah, am I this bad? Am I feeling uncomfortable with my husband's touch, or  I desire Navruz's touch shamelessly ?"

More tears spilled from my eyes. "No, I can't be this bad. How can I think of a non-mahram's touch and feel uncomfortable with my husband's touch?"

Guilt and remorse ran through my veins. I felt disgusted with myself.

He left my lips, and our eyes met—his dark brown eyes and my blue eyes, now red from continuous crying.

We were both taking deep breaths.

Without giving me any time to think, he pressed his lips against mine again.

And I surrendered myself to him. He is my husband; I should enjoy his touch, I thought, and cried more, enduring my inner pain along with his touch.

Shoaib's pov

When I kiss her, it feels like I'm on cloud nine.

I feel her shiver under my sudden touch, but then she gives in.

Now I understand why Dishaan Bhai shamelessly kisses Anam in front of everyone.

God, I never thought my first kiss would be this amazing.

Yeah, it's my first kiss. I know you all are thinking that I've been in love with Shreya for many years, but I never tried to touch her this way—the way I want to devour Taniya right now.

Shreya is my love, and I never thought of her this way because all this is not valid before marriage. 'Taniya is not your wife for real', my mind mocks.

But I am too consumed with devouring her lips to care.

I left her lips, and our eyes met. I still hate her eye color, but my desire took over my hate, and I kissed her hard again.

This time, she gave in completely.

My senses and desires roared against my rib when she fisted my hair for support, and my nostrils embraced the scent of henna.

Leaving her lips, I fisted her wet hair and started leaving harsh, wet kisses on her neck and shoulder.

She hissed, feeling my teeth grazing her skin.

Her hold tightened on my hair, making me groan in satisfaction.

Ever so slowly, I pulled down her kurta. It took some time to remove because of the dampness. Then i remove my shirt while leaving harsh bites on her flawless skin of neck and collarbone.

She wasn't protesting my touch and gave in completely, but one thing I noticed was that she was still crying silently.

I grabbed her cheeks and, breathing heavily, said, "Shauhar ki aghosh mein mare hue mehboob ke liye rona achhi ladkiyon ko zeb nahi deta."

She nodded, but tears spilled from her eyes.

I felt like killing Navruz again.she crying for him while being in such an intimate position with me?

Frustration filled my senses, and I unhooked her bra in a jerk, taking her into my arms bridal-style.

She gasped and wrapped her arms around my neck.Her henna clad hands and scent of Henna is provoking me to go rough and harsh with her but i restrain my desire.

Her white globes with cherries on top jiggled with movement.

How could her skin be so flawless and baby-soft?