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🎶 Aine expensive jatt ne
Karte tere naam kude
Jinne vi bachde meri
Zindagi de saah kude 🎶
Author's POV
Moments of true bliss in life were rare, but they stayed etched in your soul forever. At their mere mention, your skin would tingle as you found yourself lost in the memories. When Dilraj Singh Dhaliwal's lips met hers, she knew this would be her moment. The kind of bliss one could never forget—the bliss of sharing her first kiss with the man who had her heart. A man who wasn't just tied to her by name, but entwined with her very soul.
Her hands automatically wrapped around his neck as he deepened the intimate exchange by entering his tongue in her mouth. Clutching his kurta in her little fist, she kept melting every second in his embrace as she tried to match his pace. The feeling of consuming each other gripped them hard as they lost themselves in the moment of passion. It was a first for both of them, making it equally special. They were drinking each other as if quenching their thirst of ages, oblivious to the world around them. For them, the only time that existed was that particular moment of inviting proximity. Finally, panting, they parted to intake hungry gulps of air while looking at each other with warm eyes. Dilraj leaned in and kissed her forehead while she shyly hid herself in his chest, making him laugh.
"Stop being so shy or I might end up having you as my midnight snack," he whispered in her ears, making her shiver. She smacked his chest for being so damn shameless.
Pulling her away, he asked, "Would you mind giving these few hours of the night to your husband?"
"I have named all my breaths to you, Mr. Dhaliwal. These few hours are nothing. I want to give my eternity to you," she said sincerely, making him smile and kiss the insides of her palms that were in his grasp. He made her sit behind him on the bike as he drove towards their destination for the night. She closed her eyes, feeling the wind caress her skin while raising her hands in the air as if embracing life with open arms. He looked at his wife from the rearview mirror and smiled, seeing her serene face.
When she used to go out with Prabh, she used to chide her for these childish moves of moving arms and enjoying the journey like a kid. But with her husband, her every fear, insecurity, and worry took a backseat. She simply loved being with him, being called his, and making efforts for him.
He left one hand from the handle as he clutched her left wrist and kept her palm on his shoulder from the left. Then, looking at her eyes from the mirror, he clutched her other wrist and repeated the procedure. A red hue coated her cheeks, making them feel warm against the cool winds seeing his intense stare. While she peeked up at him through her lashes, he captured the perfect moment to click a selfie of them both during the ride.
