His sukoon : His junoon

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ENJOY :-)

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Isha was in the kitchen, preparing dinner for Rudransh, who had just informed her that he would be home in 10 minutes. A small smile played on her lips as she cooked his favorite dishes. Truth be told, everything had been going smoothly for the past week. Rudransh never failed to bring a smile to her face, and she could feel herself becoming free from the stress that had weighed her down.

The screech of a car pulling into the driveway halted her thoughts. She quickly washed her hands, a smile still on her face, and dashed to the entrance to greet him.

Rudransh took off his coat and walked toward her, cocooning her in his embrace as he kissed the top of her head. Isha smiled, pulling back slightly to take the coat from him.

"How was your day?" she asked, her voice soft.

Rudransh hummed in response, sitting on the sofa and pulling her onto his lap. "Fine. Yours?"

She rested her head on his shoulder and nodded. "Great. Our semester is about to end, and I'll finally be free from assignments and stress."

At her words, his hands moved to her head, gently caressing it with light pressure. Isha sighed in relief, closing her eyes as she relaxed in his arms. They stayed like that for a few moments, Isha's fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the coat now resting in his lap.

Her hand stopped when her eyes caught a small dark stain on the corner of his coat. It wasn't visible at first glance but became noticeable under careful scrutiny.

Rudransh noticed her body go stiff and followed her gaze to the coat. His eyes flashed with an unreadable emotion before going cold again. He cupped the back of her neck, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

"I want your eyes on me," he said, his tone commanding but soft.

Before she could respond, he leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. The coat was discarded somewhere in the hall as one of his hands moved to support her waist, lowering her onto the sofa beneath him.

Isha was taken aback, but all her thoughts ceased as she got lost in his kisses. His body weight pressed against hers as he pulled up her oversized t-shirt, exposing her stomach. His hands caressed her skin sensually, his lips moving with hers as though he were pulling every negative thought out of her.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. His hand went to his tie, loosening it before throwing it aside. Nothing, not even his clothes, had the right to come between them.

Isha gasped softly as his palm traveled up her body, brushing against her breasts and resting on her cleavage, causing her t-shirt to ride up to her neck. His hands left her momentarily as he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, then leaned down again, pressing his bare chest against hers. She let out a shaky moan at the warmth of his skin.

When his lips finally left hers, she took deep gulps of air, her flushed face and heaving chest drawing his gaze. His eyes roamed her body, lingering on her red cheeks and trembling form.

"You're not allowed to feel anything other than love for me and happiness. Understood?" His voice was firm, a possessive undertone making her shiver.

She opened her teary eyes, meeting his intense gaze, and nodded. His lips traveled down to her chest, planting kisses on her cleavage before moving to her stomach.

"These... all belong to me," he murmured against her skin.

Isha's fingers tangled in his hair, her lips curling into a small but confused smile. Fear and uncertainty lingered in her expression.