याद तेरी तुझको, ना याद मुझे हूँ मैं
आ मुझको पहन ले तू, आ तुझको ओढ़ लूँ मैंक़तरा-क़तरा मैं गिरूँ, जिस्म पे तेरे ठहरूँ
क़तरा-क़तरा मैं गिरूँ, तुझमें ही कहीं रह लूँ☙☙☙
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I look at him for few seconds, trying to digest the thing, my chest heavy up as his eyes turn darker with desires.
" Maan-"
I cut off when he pressed his lips against mine but didn't move his lips, a shiver sent in my body as i heard,
" Shhh you have no right to say bad things about my wife , my rooh. I will show you how beautiful you are just like that time but in my way "
He whispered against my lips as he pick me up in his arms move towards the bed making me fist his kurta ,
" You trust me right?"
He mumble while staring at me as my back hit the mattress , i nodded and lift my hand to cupped his cheek,
" More than myself"
I whisper as it's not a first time , we have lots of makeout after our engagement but still this was different,
A small smile tuck in corner of his lips next second i close my eyes as i felt tender kiss on my forehead,.
His lips met mine more furiously, as he nibble, suck and bite my lips making me moan in his mouth.
My hands wrapped around his neck to pulled him more close to me , there is no distance between us except our clothes.
My toes curled as his one hand slowly move towards downward to my throat , neck , clevage and the breasts making my breath hitch .

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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ✔
Romance𝄞𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊-1 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝄞 Welcome to His Belonging Love - A story of innocent beginnings, painful goodbyes, and the kind of love that never truly fades. Abhimaanyu Singh Rathore is the eldest son of Rajasthan's royal Rathore family. Po...