Mera Rangsaaz

Chapter 11

Tara

I stayed in the same position for a while as it seemed my husband was drawing me.

"Hogya kya?" I ask him.

"Haan bas hogya" he replies while his full focus is on drawing. There is a frown on his face and I want to wipe it away. There are paint boxes beside him. They are almost the size of my index finger. He finally leaves the pencil and mixes paint in the palette. He mixes different color with slight water, so perfectly that non of them mixes in the palette.

I get up from my place and go to see what he has drawn.

"Kitna khoobsurat banaya hai aapne" I say looking at the sketch. I never knew he was this much talented.

"Khoobsurat toh hogi hi, tumhara jo chitra hai. Bas ab isme rang barna hai" he says dipping this fingers in the red paint and then applying that paint on sketch as if sindoor is applied to it.

I go on to touch the sketch but he holds my wrist with his paint filled hands.

"Yeh kya kia aapne?" I say looking at my wrist. He slowly moves his hand up my wrist, to my shoulder, then my neck and then finally settling on my cheek leaving behind a trail of red colour.

"Aapne mera chitra rangne ke bajaye mujhe rang dia!"

"Yahi toh mera irada tha" he says with a little smirk on his face.

"Haww"

I continued to look at his face while silently dipping my fingers in red colour of the palette and putting that colour on his face. Sone lands on his cheek while other on his beard. He seemed shocked for a second. I smiled at my perfect revenge.

"Ab mene bhi aapko rang dia" I say smiling so big that my cheeks hurt.

"Bas tumhe hi nahi pata par mein toh humesha se tumhare rang mei ranga hua tha" he said smiling. Bringing his painted cheek near mine, he rubbed it against me.

He applied more paint to his hand and then touched my waist with the same hand. Removing my pallu, he continued to touch me with his coloured hand as if he was painting on my body.

He opened the hooks of my blouse and removed it looking in my eyes. He again dipped his hands in paint and slightly touched my boobs with both of his hands, moving it down to my stomach applying the paint everywhere.

He removes his white kurta, showcasing his body. Dipping my hands in paint, he puts them on his chest as if asking me to colour him and I do exactly that. I slowly apply the paint to his chest, his stomach, his neck, his biceps, everywhere. I dip my hands again in paint if I feel like i am running out of it.

Pushing away the paint he makes me sit on his lap. His one hand moved to the back of my head holding bunch of my waist long hairs. His grip isn't painful, just firm. Other hand is wrapped around my waist.

"Tara" he says just few centimeters away from my face.

"Ji?"

"Kabhi kabar tumhe dekh Kar lagta hai ki pichle janam mei mene konse acche kaam Kiya the jo ab mujhe tum mil gyi"

"Aap kaisi baat Kar rahe hai?" I say feeling a hurricane of emotions inside me. I never knew he is so soft inside all that hard exterior.

"Sach Mei. Jab tumhe dekhta hoon toh lagta hai tum asli kaise ho sakti ho" he says looking at me as if I am the most precious being to him.

I do not reply anything to him. I always found myself average looking. It was just days, sometimes I thought I looked pretty and sometimes not so much. And I know the truth I am not the prettiest by any means but this man, with his eyes full of love and adoration, makes me feel like I am the most beautiful girl in the world.

I kiss him on the lips with all the passion. I slightly bite his lower lip and we both kiss each other with the same fierceness. His grip on me tightens, holding me close to his body. I can feel him hardening underneath me and I feel myself getting wet. I want to get more close to him.

"Veer ji" I say breaking the kiss, a string of saliva breaking.

"Hmm"

"Aap chahiye" I say quietly.

"Mein hoon toh tumhare paas" he says frowning, clearly not understanding.

I bite my lips, not knowing how to say it. I move my hand to his trouser, opening his string. I look at him while he watches me back with a predatory gaze. I continue to remove his trouser and underwear with his help. He pulls petticoat along with my saree to my waist, just removing my underwear. He places me above his cock, guiding it inside me. He is in sitting position while my legs are open wide on either side of his waist. Slight paint is flowing on the floor. I hug him while moving up and down. There's no hurry in this.

"Ve..veer jii" I moan his name as he thrusts his hips up. He too groans in my ears.

My face automatically falls back as he starts thrusting. My hand now on his shoulders while my bangles and anklets continue to make noise and my hairs slightly touching the floor. I lose myself in him, just him.

Holding my waist with one hand, while keeping other on the floor to support himself, he continues to thrust inside me.

"Tara.. Taraaaaa tujhe pata hai kitne intezaar kia hai mene tera" he says while thrusting inside me.

"Ji..."

"Bas meri.. bas meri" he says continuing his pounding. "Aur tujhe aise dekhne ka hakk bhi sirf Mera."

"Kitni pyaari lagti hai mera naam lete hue" he gives a deep thrust. "Bol na Tara" *thrust*

"Veer ji" I say panting knowing I am close.

"Haan Tara" *thrust* "Bas tumhara Veer" *thrust*

I can't control anymore and I cum, my head falling in the crook of his neck. He continues to pound inside me until he too cums inside me, his face facing the terrace.

When we both stop panting, I look around and immediately feel embarrassed.

"Yeh kya kardia humne?" I say almost terrified.

"Kya?" And the frown reappears.

"Hum Ghar kaise jayege ab" I look at him horrified.

He holds my face with his hands and laughs. A strong hearty laugh. "Kitni pyaari hai tu Tara"