As their love continued to blossom, Satinder's affectionate gestures became more intimate. He gently removed Sanvi's jewelry, kissing each area where the pieces lay, sending shivers down her spine.
Sanvi's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she whispered, "Ase gussa ma kyu dek rhe the hume app?"
(Why were you looking at me like that?)
Satinder's eyes sparkled with adoration as he replied, "Hum dek rhe the ki Kitna sundar lg rhu thi tum lal saadi ma"
(I was looking at how beautiful you looked in the red saree).
As he leaned in to kiss her neck, Sanvi's boldness took him by surprise. "Kya kr rhe h, koi aa jayaga, chodiya mujhe"
(What are you doing, someone might come, leave me).
But Satinder couldn't resist her charm. He started giving wet kisses all around her neck, his love for her overflowing like a river.
Sanvi's heart raced with excitement, her love for Satinder growing with each passing moment. She knew that she was meant to be with him, and he with her.
As they lost themselves in each other's embrace, their love became the only truth that mattered.
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In the quaint village of sataran, nestled in the heart of India, a young girl named Sanvi lived a simple life surrounded by lush green fields and the warmth of her loving family. But little did she know, her life was about to take a drastic turn. Her parents, blinded by the promise of a secure future, accepted a marriage proposal without her consent, binding her to a man she had never met.
Enter Satinder Singh Rana, the powerful and feared sarpanch of Dharampur. With a reputation for being ruthless and arrogant, he ruled the village with an iron fist. Yet, to his family, he was a loving and caring son and brother. But beneath his tough exterior, lay a complex web of emotions, waiting to be unraveled.
Vindictive words of your beloved hurts the most. At first you are taken aback. You won't believe its from them. It cause unbearable pain at first but pain doesn't lessen in second, third and so on time. As the time passes intensity of the pain increased and at one point either you completely succumbed or became immune to every emotion.
This is story of Vindictive Akshay and headstrong Smita.
"I'll do as I please. Who are you to stop me? "Anger radiating from each cell of Smita. Her eyes were shooting daggers and pupils dilated.Nostrils were flared, muscles clenched and fist is ready to hit him.
" Ah my feisty princess is back. "he remarks.
" I am not yours infact I never was. "she snapped.
He took calculative steps towards her and holds her waist tightly with one hand.
" What are you doing?" Smita struggles in his arms. She moved her hands vigorously to free herself from his grip but no avail his grip tightened on her waist. He pulled her towards him. Her breast were touching his bare torso. Her each movement now igniting raw passion and desire. Her breath became uneven and her struggle subsides.Its good for her as her efforts is sterile in compare to his strength. His hand touched her neck and stopped at her chin. He lifts her chin and looked directly into her eyes.
"kiss me. "he ordered her.
His words felt like venom. It felt like someone pour molten lava in her ears. She tries to push him away but his grip strengthens.
"You will kiss me today sweetheart. "his words ran shivers in her spine.
" please "came a whisper from her.
" You can leave AFTER KISSING ME" his emphasise words broke her hope.
She stands on her tip toes, hold his face in her hands and placed her lips on his. His hand caressed her hairs and pulled her closer. He took all she have. When they were breathless he broke the kiss.
"Forever mine, all mine, mine only . "he remarked.
"Never yours."
English is not my first language so you may witness grammatical errors.