In the bustling city of Mumbai, lived a restaurateur named Advay Malhotra. With a humble beginning, born into a poor family, Advay had always harbored a burning desire to work hard and earn enough money to fulfill his requirements. He was not a man...
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The night was peaceful, the moon shining like a diamond pendant against a backdrop of dark velvet. Stars shimmered in the sky like a dusting of makeup highlighter, their soft glow adding a touch of sparkle to the midnight canvas.
Advay and Idika sat in front of this masterpiece, like two quiet admirers in a gallery, wrapped in a cozy blanket. The warmth of the blanket was nothing compared to the warmth they felt from each other. Advay's head nestled against Idika's neck, his lips leaving soft, feathery kisses along her skin, sending shivers down her spine. His breath was warm, and she could feel his heartbeat against her back, steady and comforting.
Idika closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. He hummed softly against her skin, his nose brushing against the crook of her neck. His hands slipped under her t-shirt, fingers tracing light circles on her bare waist, sending tiny sparks through her body.
"Uhh, stop it," Idika murmured, trying to push him away, before turning around and settling herself on his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist.
"You drive me fucking crazy, Idika," Advay whispered, pressing soft kisses along her neck. She gasped, feeling him suck gently on her skin. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she tilted her head, giving him more access. Advay pushed her down onto the mattress and leaned over her, his presence overwhelming. He pulled back for a moment, licking the fresh mark he had just left-a dark purple hickey. With a chuckle, he placed a soft kiss on it.
"Did you leave a mark?" Idika asked breathlessly.
He nodded before crashing his lips against hers, the kiss swift and intense. Idika responded eagerly, matching his passion as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer.
Advay deepened the kiss, his hands roaming down her sides, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips. Idika's heart raced as she clung to him, her body responding instinctively to his every move. His touch was both possessive and tender, a perfect balance that left her breathless.
She pulled away slightly, her lips swollen from the kiss, eyes locked onto his. "You really left a mark?" Idika asked with a mix of amusement and surprise.
Advay's cheeks flushed a gentle pink as he glanced at the mark, clearly shy. He nodded, his eyes avoiding hers as he lay beside her, his head resting on her chest.
Idika picked up her phone and opened the camera to take a look at the mark. When she saw the dark purple hickey, she gasped softly, her face flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and shyness.
Advay, feeling a bit bashful, mumbled, "I didn't mean to... I just... couldn't help it." He looked up at her with a shy smile, his eyes full of affection. Idika's eyes softened as she looked at Advay's shy expression. She smiled warmly and gently ran her fingers through his hair. "I like it..."
