𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉: 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 | 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 | 𝟏𝟖+

𝟓𝟖.

Warning:- The chapter has adult language and high adult/Sexual content. that is not suitable for certain age group. if you are not comfortable, feel free to skip it. Recommended for 18+. Read on your risk.

RANVIJAY

I was waiting for her. I didn't like waiting, and she knew it, but my wife loved to make me crave. I reached into my pants and dragged out a cigarette packet.

The training had kept me away for three long months, and I'd been desperate to see her. I checked my watch again. 11:30pm. "Everyone must have finished dinner by now. Where the hell is she?" I puffed on my cigarette before staring at the door.

Crazy wind howled across the rooftop. 11:40pm. Either Kashish hadn't checked my text, or she'd chosen not to come. Because of Aaji. Bad news! Our marriage secret revealed. 11:58pm. Dammit Jaan, where are you?

I tossed my cigarette when the door banged open, and there she was-out of breath, cheeks flushed, hair fluttering across her face from the stormy wind. I drank her in, not missing a single detail. A smile automatically appeared on my lips.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting." She shut the door behind her. Her rose scent reached me before her, filling my lungs as I finally came alive again. The wait had been worth it.

Her trembling lips pressed together, and a desperate desire to suck them washed over me. The moonlight splashed across her sleek transparent white saree, illuminating the slender curves of her body like silver.

"Apologies for being late. I was with Divya, you know she's pregnant and craving weird dishes." Her silver bangles tinkled as she brushed her hair out of her face. "And I was trying to make-"

"Come here, sweetheart." She gripped my hand when she was two steps away from me. I pulled, causing her to stumble into my chest while our mouths crashed against each other. Tongues tangled. Hands roaming over every inch of flesh we could access.

I'd missed her. I can't live a single moment without her, so why the hell did Aaji keep us apart? I devoured her lips, savoring her taste.

"Ran!" she squeaked as I nipped her bottom lip lightly. "Did you just bite me?" She slapped her hand on my chest. I pressed her tighter to me. "Did you remember how badly you bit my finger that day?"

"Because I was upset, and by the way, I'd compensated you for the pain." I half smirked at her scrunched nose. I pulled her bottom lip between my lips before chasing away the sting with my tongue. "Better?" She blushed.

We were on the rooftop of our house, which could only be accessed via the stairs near my room balcony. It was my secret territory. Earlier, I'd used the place to escape from my family, but now I had been using it to secretly meet my wife.

"You didn't change clothes." My fingers skimmed down her neck and over the curve of her shoulder. "Are you seducing me?" I kissed her chin. "Hmm?"

"The blouse knots were rigid," she said, turning her shoulder to give me a view of her back. "So, I dropped the idea of changing." I scooped her into my arms and maneuvered us to a chair. "Let me help you like I do every night." I whispered, pulling her onto my lap.

Kashish sucked in audible breath as I removed shattered hair, pulled the dories off leisurely, and passionately kissed her back. "Ran... What are you doing?"

"Making love to you," I whispered. She turned her face toward me, and I kissed her. It was a lazy kiss-our lips brushing together, sweet but intense. I striped off her beautiful saree and draped her in my black shirt that I was wearing.