𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚)
Chandipur had always been a quiet place, the kind of village where whispers carried farther than the winds. My life here was one of solitude, not by choice, but by design. The villagers...
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I woke up, stretching my arms to snooze off the alarm. It's showing at 11 AM in the morning. Next to the sight of Adhiraj sprawled next to me, hugging me from behind, looking far too innocent for someone who'd unleashed all his devilish energy on me yesterday at night.
Opening his arm grip, I turned around, and propped my head on my elbow, I started brushing his hair with my fingers. He looks so peaceful. But my moment of admiration was short-lived. Just as I shifted slightly, trying to get out of bed, his lips latched onto my nipple without warning, through the access as my strap already rolled down my arms.
"Wt! Easy tiger," I gasped, utterly scandalized. The sting of his teeth made me hiss, but before I could scold him, his tongue smoothed over the ache, soothing me in a way only he could. My chest heaved with a mix of irritation and dare I admit it?.....Pleasure.
"You were awake this whole time, weren't you?" I asked, glaring at his cheeky smirk as he finally looked up at me.
"Why wouldn't I be?" he murmured, voice hoarse with sleep.
"When my delicious wife is lying right next to me, all bare and tempting."
"Stop it!!!!!!" I tried shoving him away, but he only held me closer, burying his face against my chest again like a spoiled brat. I'm used to it.
"Sorry," his voice muffled. I rolled my eyes, though my lips betrayed me with a soft smile.
This man was going to drive me insane with his antics, with his touch, his everything. He once again wrapped his mouth around my nipple. I couldn't believe myself. My cheeks were crimson red, and there he was, again began to snore peaceful snoring like he hadn't just turned me into a puddle of embarrassment.
I slowly tried to detach his lips from my now overly sensitive nipple, but the man had a grip like a baby clinging to its pacifier 💀 I sighed, eventually freeing myself with a soft pull, and kissed his forehead. His skin was warm, soft, and... unfairly adorable for someone who had just turned me into jelly.
My gaze fell to his perfectly sculpted body, and for a fleeting second, I was tempted to smack his ass. But then I remembered...I wasn't exactly complaining about his efforts. Instead, I ended up chuckling to myself, feeling ridiculous. Gathering the remains of my pride, I shuffled to the washroom. Meanwhile, the snoring continued.
After getting ready in a simple saree, I went to the kitchen, hearing utensils sound, only to find Ishita in red saree, looking ethereal. I thought of helping her prepare breakfast. Her eyes met me, her cheerful face giving me company as we worked.
"So, glowing too much, huh?" I teased, stringing nuts.
"Ah, don't tease me," Ishita whines, causing me to chuckle.
