Comments are very important :) And well, I didn't go deep in the description about marriage cause obviously none of us are actually waiting for it but something else. So let me get straight to the point👉🏼👈🏼
Ganga
I've received the TC from the college...
When Maalini came to know about my terminating my studies, she wept and it caused me immense pain—leading me to cry along with her. I felt so disheartened by the thought of leaving her...
Not only her but my parents and siblings as well.
Mama is important to me—so are my parents, friends, and studies. I initially didn't care about anything except Mama. However, now that I'm put in the position to let go of everything behind me, I feel sorrowful.
Yet the thought of being with him forever keeps me delighted!
I'm excited for our marriage.
At present, it's the night before our marriage and I'm standing on the terrace alone while mulling over my life ahead. I want to speak to Mama but my mobile has no balance. I asked Appa to recharge but in my marriage rush, he forgot...
It's okay—from tomorrow onwards, I'm going to be with him always. I can regulate myself for this one night...
My house is glimmering due to the LEDs and many of our relatives have decided to stay back, thereby filling the environment with their soulful chats and laughter. Elevated it was the songs that were ringing out loud through the speaker.
As I immersed myself in the songs, I found myself being uplifted. After a few minutes, I went down to doze off. I would have stayed on the terrace for another hour or so but I had to wake up earlier as the Muhurtham time is at 7.30.
Thus, I tried to snooze early. The sleep wasn't getting to me—it was blurred by my fear and rejoicing of tomorrow.
The slumber was uncomfortable—I was stirring on the bed continuously and just when I was about to fall asleep serenely, my mother sprinkled water on my face...
“Get up, it's 5,” I was so furious with her. I wanted to shout but then she patted my hair and I melted.
Forthwith, a few ladies showered me with turmeric and helped me drape the saree. Then a beautician sister came by. She applied makeup on my face and subsequently, I was adorned with minimal jewellery. I was sleepy throughout the process...
My sleepiness escalated when I was transported to the marriage hall in the car. The air was so chilly and I lay my head on my sister's shoulder and took a long nap until our destination showed up. Once inside, I sat in front of the sacred fire and followed the instructions of the Iyer.
It was around the sun rosing time when my mama showed up. He was as handsome as usual but I was too dozy to keep my eyes on him.
The time passed by and the hall was crammed with our relatives. The music has also become energetic—given that the main moment is soon to occur. “Sleepyhead,” Mama teases while doing the ritual as the Iyer demands. “Just go, mama...” I respond sluggishly.
He chuckles beside me.
“Don't you dare fall asleep when I tie the nuptial chain around your neck,” he comments in a serious tone. “I won't,” I was irritated—I want to sleep.
“I doubt that,” he whispers to himself and shifts his interest in doing the rituals.
Seconds later, the awaited moment appeared and as Mama tied the nuptial chain, my sleepiness faded away temporarily. I keep on staring at his face, but once he gazes back, I bow my head in timidness.
Followed by was numerous rituals before I was sent in a car to my new home. It was an emotional ride...
I kept on wailing and Mama had his hand on my shoulder as he soothed me. “I'm here for you, do not cry,” he rubs away my tears using a kerchief.
“Um...” I whimper while attempting to control my sentiments. Suddenly, he kisses my swollen nose and smiles...
That did the magic of erasing away my cries.
'...'
“Ganga, don't sleep! Tonight's our first night,” I roll my eyes at Mama's aggrieved tone.
“So what mama!? Do you know how tired I am!? I want to rest now mama...we can have our first night some other night. I'm always going to be with you anyway,” I nonchalantly mutter and snuggle into the cozy blanket.
“You rascal, you ruined my desire,” I dismiss him. Heeding no answer from me, he switches the light off and plops beside me on the mattress.
We both were silent. He didn't do anything...
I don't want us to do that but at least he could cuddle with me.
I crave it...
Slowly, I move my body towards him. “What di? What do you want?” he slides his hand under my saree and caresses the bare waist. “Someone said they are sleepy. I wonder why the someone has approached me now,” he utters that in a mockery tone and bites my cheeks and chin. My stomach flipped at his ferocity!
I just wanted to hug him and sleep but here he's taking this in a different route.
Hissing slightly, I turn my body to the other side and let my back face him. “Damn, your back view is beautiful,” and a tingly sensation occupies my spine when his mouth plants kisses across my bare back. His hand was still inside my saree and he abruptly pulled me back to him with his hold on my waist.
My stomach was fluttering with butterflies...
“Mama...” he munches on the base of my neck and pushes himself behind me.
We were crushed together and as a result, my urge to sleep has thawed.
He has altered my mood now...
My body jerks when he sucks on the side of my neck and then continues to drop kisses on my jaw...
“Mama...” I moan softly whereas he harshly bites my cheek. “Don't bite it, mama, it pains,” I say while stroking my cheek. “You've got these cute chubby cheeks—how could I resist myself from biting it?” and he clamps his teeth down on my cheek flesh and chews it gently...
I was leaking there...
“Mama...enough, let's sleep now,” I was really exhausted due to the hectic day. But how could Mama be so energized? I'll never know.
“Hm,” he hums and heaves me further closer to him with his grasp on my waist. I relaxed onto his arms until his hand changed its location and trailed upwards.
I knew the forthcoming act and that notion caused my eyes to shut tight.
It was as though my body had been enlivened when I felt his hand cover my breast over the blouse. He didn't do anything more.
It just stayed there...
It was ticklish and my cheeks heated up in shyness.
I secretly expected him to do more but Mama plummeted into slumber...
Mine was snatched away by him.
How could I sleep when his hand was on my breast—providing me with heavenly pleasure!?
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Hint:-Mithun is like Vicky😜If you know, you know🤭🙈
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