His Forced Biwi • 18+ [Completed✓]

30 || The romantic morning escape

ABHISAR

“Nupur…”

She paused and turned to look at me, her eyes meeting mine, still sleepy but filled with warmth.

“Hum aa sakte hai aapke sath?”

"Should I join you?" I asked, my tone playful but filled with genuine longing.

“Saath me....nahane?”

"We could take a bath together."

Her eyes widened slightly, a blush creeping up her cheeks, but she didn’t say no.

Instead, she bit her lip and nodded shyly, casting her gaze downward, her modesty showing even after everything we had shared last night and many more nights.

I smiled, slipping out of bed, and wrapped a towel around my torso.

The house was still, Bhaiya-Bhabhi else still fast asleep, the early hour cloaking our movements in secrecy.

I walked over to her, taking her hand in mine as we quietly slipped out of the bedroom.

While we made our way through the dimly lit house, I could feel the thrill of our quiet escape.

No one stirred as we moved, the only sound being the soft rustling of her saree and the faint voice of our footsteps. My heart raced slightly, not from fear of being caught, but from the excitement of sharing this stolen moment with her.

We reached the washroom without a soul noticing.

Nupur pushed the door open gently, and we stepped inside, closing it softly behind us.

I looked at her, and in the intimacy of the small space, she let out a soft, nervous smile.

I pulled her close, my hands resting on the small of her back, and kissed her forehead gently.

“Sharmane ki zaroorat nahi hai. Sirf hum aur aap hai yaha.”

"No need to be shy," I whispered, "it’s just you and me."

She smiled up at me, the blush still present on her cheeks.

We first washed our mouths and then slowly, she began unwrapping her saree once again, letting it fall to the floor in soft folds.

The sight of her, bathed in the soft morning light that filtered through the small window, was enough to make my breath catch. She was beautiful—radiant.

I let the towel drop from my waist and stepped into the washroom with her, my hand trailing softly down her arm.

Nupur sat on a low stool, a large brass bucket beside her, filled with warm water.

She was bare, her dark hair cascading down her back, a shy smile playing on her lips.

I approached her, my eyes drinking in the sight of her nude form. I sat down beside her, the warmth of her skin radiating towards me as I reached for the bucket.

"May I?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

I moved closer to her, my eyes roving over her curvaceous body, taking in her full breasts and wide hips.

I filled a large iron mug with water and then poured it slowly over her head, watching as the water cascaded down her skin, creating tiny rivulets that traced her curves.

I repeated the motion, my hands shaking slightly as I poured more water over her.

With each pour, I could feel the tension between us growing.