Arranged Love

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The matches in the Champions Trophy flowed smoothly, Shubman made another century in the next 5 games with two 50+ scores! The tournament was going bang on and India kept winning matches!

In two days there was the semi final and Shubman was as always nervous, he remembered the last ODI world cup he played where he scored 88 but had to retire.

He was standing in the balcony after having a bath since he came from the practice and was looking at the shining city. Sara came there and hugged his back and he smiled holding her hands which were on his chest.

He turned around and held her face in his hands and bent down kissing her. Sara left his hands and held his biceps to support herself and he kissed her softly. He broke the kiss and looked at her, she was wearing a single strap tight top with shorts.

He was already aroused looking at her. He pulled her in his chest and she smiled before wrapping her hands around his torso.

"Aise kyu dekh rahe ho?"

"Aise hi."

"Aise hi matlab?"

"Matlab ki pyaar aa raha hai tumpe isliye dekh raha hu."

"Accha matlab baki time nahi aata pyaar?"

"Humesha aata hai abhi arousal wala pyaar aa raha hai."

She hit his arm and he laughed.

"Gandi baatein krna koi tumse seekhe Shubman."

"I know baby."

He said before nuzzling his nose in her neck, her hair was tied to a low messy bun which gave him more access to her bare neck.

He sucked on the spot where her neck and shoulder and she shuddered, how did he always manage to know her weak spots? He bit the area and then blew air on it to stop the irritation.

His hand travelled from her waist to her love handles and then her ass as he squeezed her one ass cheeks with his finger.

"You are looking so sexy right now."

"Umm hmm."

She moaned as he continued his ministrations on her. He dropped kisses on her neck and collarbone before picking her up and closing the balcony door still kissing her.

She held his hair in her tight grip as he sucked on her sweet spots. And suddenly she was in the air before her body was on the bed. He threw her on the bed, threw her. She bounced two times before he hungrily growled and hovered over her kissing her lips.

She pushed his shoulder when even after being breathless he didn't leave her and he hid his face in her neck to calm himself down. Sara cupped his face and kissed his forehead and he smiled before he again kissed her.
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The Champions Trophy was over and India had emerged victorious there. As soon as the match was over Sara came running to him on the ground hugged him while he picked her up and twirled her.

"Ohhh my god I am so happy."

She said pecking his cheek continuously and he laughed before stepping her down. Once she got down he hugged her again bending down and he looked at others who were celebrating the same way with their wives.

"Congratulations my love, you deserved this."

"Thank you meri jaan, it's all because of you."

She just smiled at him knowing this debate was not ending soon and kept her head on his chest while he hugged her close by her waist.

"Ye jo tumne abhi kiya na puri duniya na dekh liya."

"Dekhne do mere pati ho, kisi aur ke pati ko nahi kiya."