𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑨: 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐞 - Yours With All My Heart

|67|•ᴊᴀᴀɴᴡᴀʀ ᴡᴀʟᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ•(🌶️)

•Darta jahaan hum se, hum tohse darte
Eeh sab jaane mori raniya, haaye•

BONDITA

The soft patter of rain against the window and
the distant, melodic chirping of birds gradually stirred me from the depths of sleep. But it wasn’t just the peaceful sounds of the early morning that roused me from my slumber. There was something else, something heavier pressing down on me, weighing my body into the mattress. A dull ache spread through my limbs, my muscles stiff and sore from the events of the previous night. My legs, still trembling with exhaustion, felt as though they could barely move.

I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the dim light that filtered into the room, the haze of sleep still clouding my mind. The first thing that registered was the man lying on top of me. The realization hit me almost instantly—Anirudh. My husband.

A small, involuntary groan escaped my lips as I took in the sight of him. His body, warm and solid, rested against mine, and I could feel the heat of his skin seeping into me. The familiar weight of him on top of me, though, seemed to add another layer of discomfort to my already aching form. A deep blush crept onto my cheeks as my senses slowly returned, and the reality of our shared intimacy from the night before settled in.

I couldn’t help but feel a pang of embarrassment as I realized that he was still inside me, his lips pressed softly against my nipple, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. My fingers twitched in an attempt to move, but they felt strangely heavy, as though something was weighing them down.

Why do my hands feel so numb?

I blinked a few times, pushing through the lingering drowsiness, and attempted to lift my hands, moving them weakly toward him. As I threaded my fingers through his damp, disheveled hair, I felt the texture of the sweat-soaked strands sticking to his forehead. My brows furrowed with concern as my fingertips lightly brushed his face. His skin was burning—too hot.

He's so warm…

A sudden wave of unease washed over me, the familiar sense of comfort turning into something darker. His breaths were shallow, ragged, each exhale accompanied by the faintest tremor. His body was drenched in sweat, his entire frame trembling with the strain of something I couldn’t quite grasp. Alarm bells started ringing in my mind. I pressed my palm gently against his forehead, the heat radiating from him making my heart race.

“Anirudh…” I whispered, my voice hoarse and cracked from the previous night’s exertions. His name barely left my lips as I watched him closely, my own heart pounding in my chest. “Anirudh?” I called again, this time with more urgency, my fingers gently brushing over his temple, praying for a response.

The heat of the room wrapped around us like a suffocating blanket, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. His eyes slowly opened, hazy and intense, meeting mine with a look I couldn’t decipher. Sweat clung to his forehead, his face glistening with it, yet there was something dark, something intense in his gaze that sent a shiver down my spine.

I swallowed hard, my throat tight. "Aap-aap thik hai na?" (Yo-your okay na?)

His lips, warm and soft, trailed from my chest upward, sending a wave of heat through my entire body. My breath caught in my throat as I felt him shift, the hardness of his cock pressing deeper into me, a sensation so overwhelming I could hardly breathe.

I bit my lip, trying to hold myself together, but I couldn’t ignore the fire inside me. His body was trembling, and yet, I couldn’t focus on anything other than him. I cupped his face, my fingers trembling as they traced the sharp edges of his jaw, trying to make sense of the storm that was unfolding between us.