The Enchanted Love✨ [Barsatein]

Chapter 46 🌶️

[3791 words]
Probably the longest chapter I have ever wrote so you all better support by completing the target now go ahead because I know for how long you all have been waiting for this chapter.

🚨Warning: 🔞
So if you are under 18 or not comfortable reading smut avoid it. Later don't complain that I didn't warned🌶️ Now proceed🫴

The night was still and serene, with the soft hum of crickets filling the air. The suite was adorned with fragrant flowers, their delicate aroma weaving through the room. The bed, draped in red and gold, bore the weight of tradition and expectations. Candlelight cast flickering shadows across the walls, creating an ambiance both intimate and sacred.
The air in the suite was heavy with the intoxicating scent of jasmine and roses. Flickering candles lined the corners, their soft glow illuminating the crimson and gold drapery of the room. The bed, adorned with flower petals in intricate patterns, stood at the center of it all, inviting yet intimidating.
Aradhana sat on the edge of the bed, her heart pounding in her chest. Her crimson saree clung to her frame, its shimmering fabric highlighting her every curve. Her cheeks flushed as she adjusted the pleats nervously, her delicate fingers fidgeting with the thin bangles on her wrists. The weight of the mangalsutra around her neck and the sindoor in her parting reminded her of the profound step she had taken that day.
The door creaked open, and Reyansh stepped in. His dark eyes immediately found hers, and the breath hitched in her throat. Dressed in a simple white kurta-pajama, he exuded an understated elegance, but it was the intensity in his gaze that made her feel exposed, vulnerable yet safe.
He closed the door behind him, the sound echoing in the quiet room. For a moment, he stood there, his eyes taking in every detail of her—her lowered lashes, the slight rise and fall of her chest, the way her hands clutched the edge of the bed.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice deep and husky, breaking the silence.
Aradhana's gaze lifted to meet his, her lips parting slightly as a nervous smile played on them. "You've said that before," she replied, her voice soft but tinged with shyness.
"And I'll keep saying it," he said as he walked toward her, his footsteps slow and deliberate.
Reyansh stopped in front of her, his tall frame towering over her seated form. Gently, he knelt down, his hands resting lightly on her knees. "Aradhana," he began, his voice low and intimate, "I know this is new... for both of us. I want tonight to be about us—just us. No expectations, no pressure."
She swallowed hard, her heart swelling at his words. "I trust you, Reyansh," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
He smiled, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "That's all I need."
Reyansh's fingers trailed up her arms, sending shivers down her spine. Slowly, he removed the pallu of her saree from where it had been draped over her head, revealing the smooth expanse of her shoulders and collarbone. His eyes darkened as he drank in the sight of her, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her jaw before trailing down to her neck.
"You're exquisite," he whispered, his lips brushing against her temple.
Aradhana's breath hitched as he leaned closer, his lips trailing a path from her temple to her ear, then down to her neck. His kisses were slow and deliberate, each one igniting a fire in her that she hadn't known existed. Her hands instinctively reached out, clutching the fabric of his kurta as she leaned into his touch.
Reyansh pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
"Yes," she breathed, her cheeks flushed and her eyes heavy-lidded.
Encouraged, Reyansh stood and extended a hand to her. She placed her trembling hand in his, allowing him to guide her to her feet. His fingers deftly unpinned the remaining pleats of her saree, the fabric pooling around her feet in a whisper of silk. She stood before him in her crimson saree her bare midriff glowing in the candlelight.
Reyansh's hands found her waist, his touch firm yet gentle. He pulled her closer, their bodies mere inches apart. "You're stunning, Aradhana," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers in a teasing caress.
Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath the thin fabric of his kurta. Boldness sparked within her, and she leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that was both shy and demanding.
The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling as their passion ignited. Reyansh's hands roamed her back, pulling her flush against him. Aradhana's fingers slipped under the hem of his kurta, her touch tentative but curious as she explored the warmth of his skin.
Reyansh broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers as they caught their breath. "You're driving me insane," he admitted, his voice rough with desire.
Aradhana blushed but smiled, her confidence growing. "Good," she whispered, her fingers toying with the buttons of his kurta.
One by one, she undid the buttons, her hands trembling slightly. Reyansh shrugged off the garment, revealing his toned chest. Aradhana's gaze lingered on him, admiration and longing evident in her eyes.
"You're not so bad yourself," she said, her voice laced with playful teasing.
He chuckled, his hands sliding to her waist, his touch igniting every nerve ending in her body. "Not so bad, huh?" he teased, his voice low and rough as he pulled her closer. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Aradhana felt her pulse quicken as Reyansh leaned down again, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was no longer hesitant. It was deep, urgent, and filled with a need that matched the pounding of her heart. His hands roamed her back, fingers exploring the intricate embroidery of her blouse before slipping beneath it to feel the warmth of her skin.
She gasped against his lips, her hands tightening on his shoulders as he traced lazy circles on her bare back, his touch both soothing and electrifying. His kisses moved from her lips to her jawline and then down to her neck, each press of his mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
"Reyansh..." she whispered his name, a plead and a surrender all at once.
He pulled back slightly, his gaze locking onto hers. "Say it again," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.
"Reyansh," she said, her voice trembling but firm as her hands slid up to tangle in his hair.
His name on her lips seemed to undo him.