Chapter 66 - Chapter 63

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The silence between them wasn't quiet anymore—it pulsed, like the echo of a drumbeat buried deep in the chest. His breath fanned over her face, shaky, trembling with restraint, but his hands... they were still. Not because he wasn't desperate to touch her—but because he was waiting. Waiting for her word. Her sign. His lips barely brushed her ear, and his voice came out like a broken prayer, full of conflict and ache.

"Stop me... if you're not sure. Please... stop me, Isha... or I swear—I'll lose every bit of control I've fought to keep."

And just like that, she closed the distance. Not with words, but with her mouth, crashing into his—soft and burning, tender and unstoppable. Her kiss wasn't uncertain. It was an answer. It was a door opening. It was her whispering through action, "Don't stop."

His body stilled for a heartbeat… then everything unraveled.

The world outside vanished as hands moved like poetry—fumbling, pulling, unwrapping layer after layer of hesitation and cloth.

The room was warm, lit only by the gold flicker of soft lantern light. Her skin shimmered like moonlight poured into human form, wrapped in folds of silk, in jewels that chimed like whispered secrets. And he—he stood there like a storm held back by sheer will.

He came closer, his breath reverent, not rushed. Like a man unwrapping divinity, not undressing a woman.

After getting permission from his janna.

His fingers traced the edge of her sari—slowly, like peeling back the petals of a sacred flower.

The fabric fell away, not with haste, but with reverence.

One pin at a time, one knot loosened, as if time itself was obeying his hands.

Her blouse slipped down next, revealing the trembling curve of her collarbone, her breath rising with the quiet thunder of her heart.

Leaving her only in black bra and the saree shops maker and the jewellery.

He runs his fingers gently on that part while isha shivers under the touch of his.

Jewels clinked softly as he removed them, kissing the spot they left behind—one on her neck, one beneath her ear, one at the curve of her shoulder.

His lips found hers—soft at first, then deeper, tasting her like poetry he never thought he deserved to write.

She melted into him, hands clutching the fabric at his shoulders, eyes half-lidded with need and trust.

Shivansh puts Isha in the bed before he hovers over her while Isha looks at him with curiosity. Shivansh smiles at his cute little jeans softly before lowering his face near her almost visible cleavage. He doesn't break eye contact with her as he wants to experience every little change in her expression to know if she is feeling uncomfortable at any point.

He slides the step of one side of her bra to the side and then starts leaving open-mouthed kisses on her shoulders to her arms.

He then moves towards the gap between the upper part of her cleavage and kisses her while looking at Isha who is already staring at her ansh with a completely red face because of how shy she is feeling.

"Should I stop?" Shivansh asks just to confirm if he can move forward with what he has in mind.

"No." Isha replies while biting her lips and that's all needed for Shivansh to continue his work.

Shivansh then takes isha's hands out of the second step of her bra and opens the hook of her bra from behind and threw it somewhere in the room.

His eyes are in front of the breast. Isha puts her hands over her chest to hide her breasts from her ansh's eyes feeling shy, it's not like it is her first time but still today she is feeling shy and she has been this close to him in such an intimate way.

But Shivansh very softly takes isha's hands off so that he can admire her immense beauty which is only reserved for his eyes to witness. He runs his fingers over her right breast to her left breast while isha clutches the bed sheet tightly.

Shivansh slides the straps of the bra and frees the breasts from the cups completely making isha to gasps. He looks at her again while gently pinching the left nipple between his thumb and index finger. He then bends down and takes her right nipple inside his mouth and starts sucking them lightly.

"Aah..." Isha lets out while unconsciously her right hand holds Shivansh's head from the back threading her fingers in his hair. She is surprised that she isn't feeling uncomfortable rather she wants more than whatever he is doing with her currently.

Meanwhile, Shivansh has started to grope the breasts in his hands wanting to devour them to his heart's content. He has already switched to the left nipple and now he is sucking them like a hungry child. Now that he has gotten the taste of them he isn't going to stop anytime soon.

Both souls are experiencing this intimacy for the first time. They both are learning things together whereas to love someone without any limit or to worship their better half tremendously.

Shivansh left the nipple with a 'pop' sound. He again kisses isha on the lips but this time it's just a soft peck on the lips before putting his head between her breasts.

Meanwhile, isha takes deep breaths and holds Shivansh close to her chest not feeling any shyness anymore. She is feeling more connected with him than she used to feel before.

None of them say anything but the silence engulfing them isn't uncomfortable. The sounds of their breathing are saying whatever they want to tell each other.

Today they have crossed another step of their relationship which is being intimate, although not fully but whatever they have done isn't something simple.

And then he went lower.

Not rushed. Not rough.

Kisses rained like sacred offerings—

From the hollow of her throat,

To the gentle slope of her waist,

Down her stomach, lingering just where her breath caught...

And lower still, where his devotion wasn't spoken—it was tasted.

She gasped, arched, whispered his name like a vow broken only by love.

Her fingers threaded through his hair, lost in him, as he lost himself in worship.

Shivansh pulls down the straps of the panty completely and then removes the remaining by sliding them down till the ankle of isha's feet who is now clutching the bedsheet tightly anticipating what's going to happen next.

But nothing can prepare her for the pleasure he is going to give her because as soon as the last piece of clothing is removed from her body, Shivansh starts kissing her down there directly making her close her legs not able to handle the pleasure.

But Shivansh parts isha's legs gently while looking at her before he looks at the most intimate part of his jaana's body closely. Although he wants to devour it like a madman but he understands the value of this moment which needs patience. So, he runs his thumb over the little bud of the vagina which sends waves of shocking pleasure to isha who unknowingly puts her hand over Shivansh's head.

Without wasting any more time, Shivansh parts the folds of the vulva and licks a strip of the pink flash before he starts sucking the small bud known as the clitoris to stimulate his future wife's pleasure level.

Meanwhile, isha clutches the bedsheet with her left hand and her right hand which is over Shivansh's head puts more pressure as if trying to pull him more closer to her vagina.

In between tasting the sweet nectar of isha with his mouth, Shivansh doesn't forget to hold the fuller breasts in his hands. He folds them from time to time while pinching, twerking the nipples with his fingers as well.

"Ansh..too much...!" Isha says in between moaning when she feels something is happening inside her. She tries to push Shivansh's head away but Shivansh links his fingers with hers stopping her from pushing him away.

Soon enough, isha's body shudders just as she experiences the first orgasm of today. Shivansh devours everything like he is having the best dessert of his life not wanting to miss out on anything.

Shivansh then gets on his knees and looks at his jaana who has her eyes closed while her chest is heaving up and down. He been controlling himself for a very long time but now he doesn't need to control himself anymore.

When he rose, her breath shuddered, her eyes seeking his.

But then,

She touched him in return—not just with her hands, but with the fire in her gaze.

She undressed him with equal grace, tracing the lines of him like a map she'd always known.

Her body trembled in stillness.

The warmth between her thighs pulsed with every quiet heartbeat. Her breaths came out in shallow, broken waves—rising, falling—each exhale softer than the last, like the aftermath of a storm she never knew could exist inside her.

He was still on his knees.

Between her legs.

His chest rising and falling rapidly, the light from the bedside lamp casting golden shadows across his jaw. His lips glistened faintly, still wet from her release, and his eyes—God, those eyes—burned with something deeper than desire. It was devotion. Something primal, something that shook her down to her bones.

He looked up at her. She looked down at him.

Neither said a word.

And then, with a quiet hum, he brought his thumb to his lips—lazily, without shame. He licked it slowly, tasting what was left of her like it was sacred. She swallowed hard, a shiver running up her spine, both embarrassment and fascination rushing through her veins.

She was naked. Completely bare. But it was not just her body that had been stripped.

Her walls. Her pride. Her control.

All gone.

Still lying there, she felt her arms move almost on instinct. With a hesitancy that made her heart pound all over again, she sat up, her skin brushing the sheet as she shifted. Her fingers reached forward—trembling, unsure—but craving something more.

He didn't move.

She placed her hands on his shirt. The buttons were smooth under her fingers, each one a moment stretched in silence. Her lashes fluttered upward, meeting his gaze with silent permission.

"Can I...?" she whispered.

He nodded slowly. "Only if you want to," he said, voice husky, lips still parted.

With trembling hands, she began to undo the buttons. One by one. Every inch of his skin exposed felt like unwrapping something forbidden—something powerful, something only she had been allowed to see. Her fingertips brushed his warm chest. She looked up. He was watching her like she was the only thing that mattered in this entire world.

She couldn't help the faint smile tugging at her lips. It was shy. Awkward. Completely overwhelmed. But it was real.

She moved to the last button, and as the shirt hung open, she whispered again, "Can I take it off?"

He lifted his arms silently, allowing her.

As she slid the shirt off his shoulders, her fingertips trailed along his skin, memorizing every line, every scar, every inch of warmth. Her breath caught in her throat. She had never seen him like this—so open, so unguarded. And it wasn't just his chest that was bare. It was him. The boy. The man. The soul beneath it all.

Then came the part that made her hesitate.

She placed her hand gently on the waistband of his pants, her touch featherlight.

He didn't rush her. He didn't move.

Her voice came out small, "Can I...?"

Again, he nodded. But this time, he reached forward and touched her cheek gently. "Only if you're sure, jaana," he murmured, "I don't want to overwhelm you."

She gave the smallest nod, looking down as her fingers moved to unbuckle his belt. The metal clinked softly, making her heart beat louder in her ears. Then the button. Then the zip.

Each sound was loud in the silence.

But then she paused. Her hands froze, and her eyes—despite herself—lifted back to his.

"I… I think I need you to do the rest," she whispered, cheeks flushed with heat.

He tilted his head, amusement and love mixing in his eyes. "Feeling shy now?" he teased softly, brushing her hair from her face.

She nodded, her voice barely audible. "It's just… I've never seen you like this. You know. All of it. Not even in movies properly. I think… I'm not ready to look yet."

He raised a brow and leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered with a chuckle, "Then if you won't look... I won't take it off."

Her eyes widened as she pulled back slightly, lips parting in surprise.

"You're serious?" she asked.

He grinned, his voice warm and teasing. "Absolutely. If you're not ready to see all of me… then maybe I should stay like this."

Her lips trembled, torn between laughter and nervousness. Her gaze dropped to his chest, then drifted downward before she caught herself and quickly looked away again.

He smirked knowingly, running a thumb across her cheek.

"It's okay," he murmured. "I'll wait. I can wait forever, if it's you."

The air between them was soft and electric.

He stood just a step away from the bed—bare-chested, belt undone, pants loose around his hips, and the barest hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. She sat cross-legged on the bed, her skin still tingling from his touch, her hair slightly damp against her shoulders, her chest rising with an uneven rhythm.

He hadn't moved since his last words.

And neither had she.

Her gaze flickered to the floor, then cautiously traced up his body—over the shape of his abs, the sharp lines carved by time and discipline, the trail that led down to where the last piece of fabric clung to him. Her throat went dry. Every part of her wanted to be bold, to be fearless. But there she was—biting her lower lip and staring at the only thing still keeping her innocence intact.

She drew in a sharp breath and finally whispered, almost inaudibly, "You can... you can take it off."

His eyebrows lifted slightly, surprised by the sudden shift in her tone. It was timid—but not uncertain. Her voice had trembled, yes—but her eyes met his, steady.

He paused, still kneeling, hands at his sides, heart in his throat. Her words gave him permission, but they also exposed him—laid him bare before her, even before any clothing came off.

He stood slowly, stepping back just slightly, and with a breath that trembled through his frame, he pushed the pants past his hips and let them fall.

But her gaze had shifted. She looked away.

He nodded, gently, as if confirming they had crossed an invisible threshold.

But still… his pants remained. That one last barrier. That one last line.

He lowered his eyes shyly, but her hand moved to his belt—delicate fingers undoing the leather, loop by loop, then pausing at the button.

With one hand, he hooked his thumb under the waistband of his boxers, and then he looked at her again—not asking, but pausing. Waiting. As if he still gave her every last chance to change her mind.

She didn't.

Her fingers clutched the edge of the bedsheet nervously, her eyes locked on his. And so, with a silent breath, he slid them down.

For a moment, she didn't look—her gaze stayed fixed stubbornly on his face. His strong jaw. His dark hair tousled from her fingers. His eyes, still heavy with the weight of want. But curiosity pulled her down slowly—first to his chest, his ribs, the small scars, the shadow of muscle.

And then—

Her breath hitched.

Like a silent gasp trapped in her throat.

Her lips parted slightly, her eyes widening without realizing it. She had read about this. In books. In bold, scandalous paragraphs hidden between pages she had once blushed through. But this—him—this was real. And impossibly more.

Large. Long. Thick. Hard. Unapologetically masculine.

It felt like the room tilted for a moment.

She blinked, then blinked again, her heart thudding like a drum in her chest. She tried to steady herself, pressing her palm into the mattress for grounding, but the flush on her cheeks gave her away completely.

He tilted his head at her reaction, half-amused, half-curious. "You okay?" he asked gently, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

She nodded, dazedly. "I just… didn't think it would be like that."

He raised a brow. "Like what?"

Her voice was barely a whisper, eyes flickering to his body and then away instantly. "That big."

He laughed then, low and smooth. "You read too many dramatic novels, sweetheart."

She pulled the sheet up over her chest instinctively, laughing shyly into it. "They lied. The novels lied. I wasn't prepared."

He stepped forward, only the dim light outlining his frame now. "If you keep staring like that," he said, voice low, "I might not be able to behave."

She squeaked and turned her head to the side, eyes squeezed shut. "Then don't make me look!" she said quickly, heat flooding her face.

He leaned closer, teasing, "But you already did."

"By accident!"

"Oh really?" he chuckled.

She pouted and turned slightly, covering her face. "I won't be able to look at you the same again..."

She didn't speak—her voice had been swallowed by the hush of the room, a silence that was far too loud. The dim light cast golden shadows across his skin, and her eyes trailed the glow like a whisper tracing the edge of a flame. He stood at the foot of the bed, the last remnant of fabric still clinging to him, and her gaze—half curious, half trembling—hovered there.

He saw it. The way her breath caught. The way her fingers trembled slightly as they clutched the sheet. Her eyes rose slowly to meet his—startled, unsure, but not pulling away.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked softly, the deep husk in his voice barely above a breath.

She shook her head, her lips parting, but no sound came.

Then she whispered, her voice fragile, "I just... I've never seen... it like this."

He stepped closer. "You don't have to rush. Just look at me."

Her eyes fluttered downward, pausing on the lines of his chest, the gentle rise and fall of his breath, the flex of muscle that spoke more of tenderness than strength. Her gaze fell lower, and she gasped softly—not in fear, not even in shock, but in a sort of stunned realization that this wasn't just desire anymore. This was real. This was him. All of him.

"You're... you're not real," she murmured.

He smiled—barely. "I promise I am. But if you keep looking at me like that, I won't be able to think straight."

Her eyes darted away in fluster, heat rushing to her cheeks, but he reached forward, brushing a thumb against her jaw, guiding her back.

"Don't hide now. You were so bold a moment ago."

A shaky breath escaped her as she leaned back on her elbows. "I'm not hiding. I'm... trying to understand how this is still real."

He placed one knee on the edge of the bed. "That's the point."

He knelt on the bed, slow and purposeful. "Then let me help you feel it's real."

The tension crackled around them like the pull of a thunderstorm. His hand found hers, and she lifted her other hand, fingertips brushing the waistband that still separated them.

She looked up at him again—questioning, seeking silent permission.

His answer was a low murmur, tender and certain: "Only if you want to."

And she did.

With trembling fingers, she undid the edge, then hesitated.

"I don't know how to... do this without looking away," she said with a shy laugh that cracked at the end.

"Then don't look away," he whispered. "Look at me."

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the walls around them, not the night outside. Just her breathing, and his waiting. Just bare hearts and hesitant hands.

When she nodded, he stood briefly, removed the last barrier between them, and her eyes, though wide, didn't turn away this time. She saw him—not just his body, but him.

The man who had undone her with words. The man who waited for her patience. The man who loved without force.

He came back to the bed, leaned forward, and kissed her—not demanding, not devouring—but like someone touching a memory for the first time.

And she lay back, letting him settle over her, whispering in a voice that only the night could hear, "I'm yours."

And his reply, dark and reverent, was simply, "And I've always been yours."

"You're ready?" He asked and she nodded.

"I'll be gentle, i cannot promise but I'll try to be" He said and her eye's went wide in shock.

"Ansh it's my first time" She said nervously.

"I know and I'm blessed to be that person, but don't worry it's my first time too" He replied and she gasped.

"First?" She asked again and he nodded his head while smiling.

Her heartbeat skittered.

He moved in slowly, carefully, like a wave approaching the shore. She was still lying there, her hair spread across the pillow like dark silk, her eyes wide and conflicted—half awe, half fear.

He hovered over her without touching, his arms on either side of her, and she could feel his warmth before she felt his skin.

Then, he whispered into her ear, breath feather-light against her cheek, "Say it again."

She swallowed. "What?"

"That I can be here. Over you. Like this."

Her voice wavered, but she whispered back, "You already are."

A pause. "And you want me to stay?"

She looked into his eyes—so close, so intense—and finally nodded.

"Yes."

That one word unlocked something in him. And slowly, with a care she didn't expect from someone who had once walked through the world so guarded, he lowered himself over her. Their skin touched. Chest to chest. Breath to breath.

And for the first time, there was no shyness left—only them. Only what existed in this fragile, beautiful moment where two people dared to be completely seen.

Then he kissed her.

"Jaana.." Shivansh calls out making isha open her eyes to see him hovering over her.

"Are you feeling okay? Should I continue?" Shivansh asks wanting to know what his jaana wants.

"Yes..." That's all ishaa replies because that's all she can utter after experiencing her first time seeing him which has left her speechless. She never knew that anything could feel so dirty yet pleasurable at the same time.

Shivansh then opens the drawer of the nightstand and takes out a small bottle of lube along with a packet of condoms. He has prepared everything beforehand so that he doesn't have to worry later.

He opens the cap of the bottle and takes a generous amount of lube in his fingers. He looks at her who is looking at him with a questioning expression on her face. So, he bends down and wraps his lips around her right nipple while parting her folds down there with his fingers before pushing his lube-covered middle finger inside the tight entrance of the vagina very gently.

Between sucking the nipple and inserting the finger inside the vagina, Shivansh is giving pleasure to his jaana as well as distracting her as well so that she doesn't feel uncomfortable. Just as the first finger slides in smoothly, Shivansh adds another finger with the first one and soon enough he is using two fingers to pleasure his jaana.

All the while, isha is feeling like she isn't able to breathe properly at the same time she feels like she is in the top of the extreme pleasure. She has no idea about the sexual life between a husband and a wife but her ansh is patient enough to teach her everything with ease.

When Shivansh is sure that isha is ready he gets up from the bed before standing up to take off his briefs. However, just as his penis comes into view isha gets shocked seeing the size of it. She feels that it grows , She gets visibly worried thinking if it will fit inside her or not. But then again she believes him so she decides to leave everything in his hands.

Shivansh can see the nervousness in his jaana's eyes so he takes the packet of condoms in his hand and gets on the bed. He sits on his knees between isha's parted legs and takes hold of his erect penis before giving it a few jerks.

"Scared?" He asked.

"No I'm just nervous will I be able to take-" She didn't complete her words as her eyes go wide looking at his length cause she feels it's growing, which sprung up as he was really hard at this moment.

"I don't think so it will fit ansh" She said gulping and he chuckled

"It will Jaana, don't worry I'm there here" He said and she once again looked at his length

"Do you trust me?" He asked and she nodded her head.

"Words jaana" He said while moving his hand on his penis.

"Yes i trust you" She said and he took out a packet of condom.

He tears the packet with the help of his front teeth and takes out the condom before putting it over his penis. Although the condom is lubricated but still puts more lube over his condom-covered penis so that it will feel less hurt when he enters it inside the vagina.

"Jaana, I know you are scared but don't worry I will take care of you. You just put your full focus on me, okay?" Shivansh asks isha in an assuring tone.

"Okay." Isha replies making grabby hands toward Shivansh who without wasting time bends down to hug his jaaba putting his forehead on her forehead while isha wraps her arms around Shivansh's neck.

Shivansh then lines his penis at the entrance of the vagina and rubs the outer surface a few times before pushing the head of his penis inside as gently as he can. A tear slides down isha's left eye feeling pain in the most sensitive part of her body. But all her pain is subdued when Shivansh starts sucking the side of her neck aka her sweet spot distracting her enough to push his penis inside her completely.

Still, a painful gasp leaves isha's lips while more tears slide down the sides of her eyes. Shivansh starts moving his hips very slowly in and out, giving enough time to isha to get comfortable with this new experience.

" It's hurting. " She cried out and pushing him away, then he said.

" Shhh, jaana it'll fade soon." He said and gently added a soft pillow under her arched back.

Isha's fingers start threading Shivansh's hair while Shivansh lifts his face to look at his jaana's eyes. He kisses her closed eyes making more tears come out of the eyes but these are the tears of joy which indicate the happiness isha is feels inside. The pain has already left her mind which has now only been filled with ultimate pleasure that's given by her husband.

Shivansh then increases the speed of his thrust making isha scream in pleasure while her long nails dig into the flesh of Shivansh's back creating mark. But it doesn't bother, it only ignites the desire growing inside him for his wife.

Shivansh picks up isha in his arms by wrapping her legs around his waist but doesn't take his penis out of her vagina. He starts thrusting inside her in this position while isha's breasts start bouncing in the process. Shivansh wraps his lips around the left nipple while fondling the other one with his hand.

The room resonates with the sound of skin slapping, moans and groans from the two souls who are getting bound in the most intimate way possible. This is not just 'sex', this is the moment when two bodies become one by putting the utmost trust in each other.

He was very gentle with her but as soon as the pain turned into pleasure, she whispered in his ears, " Ansh, please mo-move fa-fash-fashter."

The speed of Shivansh's thrust gets more intense when he hears her, he starts rubbing isha's clitoris with his thumb sending her into a world of euphoria. He lowers her back on the bed while her legs get tightened around his waist. The sound of her anklets is making the situation more erotic.

Shivansh smashes his lips with isha's lips who hold the back of his head. This time isha enters her tongue inside Shivansh's mouth and starts sucking his tongue with hers.

Meanwhile, Shivansh starts thrusting inside isha in speed and a few minutes later she is released on his penis.

He started to move faster,his thrust was deep and powerful, her breasts bounce up and down with each stroke, Her nipples hardened further, she pushes her chest to his face. He was happily take one of her ripples in my mouth, biting, nibbling, sucking and biting to my heart's consent.

She was crying out in Pleasure, her eyes rolling back as he hit her sweet spot, She arches her back, pushing her breasts further into my mouth, seeking more sensation.

He reaches down, finding her vagina with my thumb, circling it firmly as I continue to thrust. Her body tenses, her orgasm building to a crescendo. Her vagina grips him tightly, she screams out as she again released on his penis.

"Yes, jaana, cum for me.." He growls, his own climax building, he grabs her hips and pulls her towards him as his thrust one last time, filling her with his hot cum.

They collapse onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of our passion. She turns to him, her black eyes sparkling with a mix of satisfaction.

Shivansh puts his head in the crook of isha's neck breathing heavily while isha too breathes loudly. No one talks but that's not the big thing because both have just experienced something they haven't before.

He looked at the blood dripping out from her vagina while covering his ornis. His eyes turned dark with possessiveness. The sensation was overwhelming -tight, intimate and warm for him. Each and every pore of his body growled with obsession for her which grows more at that moment.

"My jaana...all mine" He unwrapped her legs around his waist while holding her back and put them on bed.

Shivansh takes out his penis out of isha's vagina who hiss in slight pain. Shivansh discards the used condom in the dustbin but not before tying the condom securely. He cleans his penis and isha's vagina using wipes before throwing them in the dustbin as well.

"I love you, ansh." Isha whispers sometimes later."I love you too, jaana." Shivansh replies while putting a soft kiss on ishaa's neck before he lifts his face from there and looks at his wife who is looking tired yet there is a satisfaction in her face.

"I am really happy that you believed me enough to let me love you by worshipping your body." Shivansh says with a gentle smile.

"And I am happy that it's you who showed me this side of the relationship between a married couple." Isha replies running her thumb under Shivansh's jaw.

Then suddenly she says " Please never leave me ansh.. " Only to hear him saying "apko chhod ke kaha hi jayenge jaana. " And kiss her on her forehead.

Then He looked around to see everywhere there were his and her clothes and accessories could be seen. The room was looking like her personal chamber.

He filled a glass of water from the jug. He made her drink water before then he drank it from the same glass.

Even though the water seems tasteless in front of her taste now, he thinks that.

"Ansh." she mumbled in her soft voice while moving her hand on his chest.

"Ready for round two?" He asked and she opened her mouth in that but he was good to seal it off with his lips.

And soon they were engrossed again in their wild Love making, even the moon was witnessing their love.

She gulped and he sat straight up looking into her eyes, he kept the packet in between his teeth and teared it while directly looking at her eyes making her take deep breaths.

As he once teared it away he rolled it on his cock and pulled her legs making her wrap above his waist and Bent to kiss her softly rubbing his cock above her pussy.

"Ab.. Ansh be.. Be slow" she shuttered nervously and he chuckled

"Shh calm down, we already did it." He said caressing her head.

"I love you" He said before lining into her entrance, he slowly pushed it in and she screamed in pain.

"Anshhh" She screamed tears pooling into her eyes as she held her shoulders.

"Shh shh calm down" he calmed her

"ansh no no i ahh" She cried more ashe pushed more.

"It's done done" She said

"Fuck I'm not even half jaana" He groaned and she bit her lips in pain.

He waited for minutes as she can adjust to his length, once she was relaxed he pushed more.

"Aghhh" She screamed again but both in pain and pleasure.

"One last time, i swear the pain Will be gone" he said and pulled himself out completely and she looked at him confusingly

"Ansh.... Ohhhhh fuckkkkkk" She yelled as he pushed the whole into her. She dug her nails into his shoulder making him groan.

"You should fucking inform me first" She shouted.

"Then you would never allow me to do this" He said and chuckled and slowly.

she started calming down as he started moving her pain turning into pleasure, once her pain was completely gone she moaned arching her hips.

Getting an assurance from her he pace started taking up, his thrusts deepened.

"Ahhhh... Ans... Ahh" She moaned when he went deeper. She held his shoulder tightly scratching his back while her anklets made a jiggling sound. Giving him the pleasure he wanted.

His mouth took her into a hungry kiss while his hands moving to her tits kneading it, his movements started increasing

"Ahhhh fuckk" She moaned and he looked at her who had her eyes rolled in pleasure.

His thrusts went harder and harder at each moment, making her his. He took her left hand intertwining it he squeezed it and she kissed him.

"Ans..hh.. Ahhhh." She screamed his name in pleasure and he went faster, her moans igniting him, his hunger for her which he had, his love everything was visible.

She clenched herself and he groaned.

"Fuckk... don't do it jaana you'll make me cum" He said and she bit on his shoulder muffing her moans but he held her hair yanking her back on the pillow.

"Scream as much you want because I'm not stopping" He growled and she screamed his name again.

"ahh.. Ye.. Yes... ahh ansh. Ahh..fas.. Faster" As she said he suddenly stopped making her open her eyes in jerk.

"What the hell shivansh?" She said in frustration and he left out a dark chuckle.

"You want faster?" He asked kissing her hands and she nodded.

"Beg for it" He commanded and she opened her mouth in shock.

"No" She replied.

"You will, you were a dirty girl today and it's your punishment." He said.

"You need to release isn't it? You want to come right jaana?then come beg for it" He said twisting one of her nipples in his mouth.

"Ahh... don't do this" She said but he didn't move.

"Anshhhh" She shouted.

"Beg jaan" He said being determined..

"Ahhnn please move, i.. I need to release ahh" She begged and he started moving again.

"Faster?" He asked and she nodded.

"Harder?" He asked again and she nodded

"Deeper?"he asked and she nodded, so he put her left leg on his shoulder thrusting deeper and harder into her cunt.

"Ahhhhhnnnnn" She moaned loudly at his intensity.

She has read this all only in book but experiencing it is of another level also with the man she loves. She had almost scratched his whole back.

"Anshhhhh I'm... I'm close" She moaned.

"I'm too" He husked out and his thrust got faster with each stroke and now both were at edge..

"Ahhh anshhhh" She moaned as he went deeper more, now it was more, he's so big that now she cannot take him.

"Ahh anshhh i.. I can't take it.. It's too much"she said with tears because the pleasure was so much for her.

"jaana thodhi der aur, please" He said and went Deeper. His please did many things and with that she came again for the Nth time that night.

( jaana, a little longer please.)

"Ahnnnnnn" She came all over his cock with loud scream and soon after a few strokes he came too and fell above her in her arms, gasping for breath.

And when they came together—it was not lust.

It was homecoming.

Two souls wrapped in breath and ache,

in the soft song of sighs and skin,

in the knowing that no one else in the world could ever feel like this.

It wasn't about taking.

It was about giving.

It was about surrender.

The room had fallen into silence, dimly lit by the soft orange glow of a bedside lamp, shadows stretching like long sighs across the floor.

She didn't say a word. She didn't need to.

Her body was trembling faintly, breaths shallow, lashes fluttering shut as the warmth of the night overtook her. The final wave had left her completely undone. It was her first time—every part of her was flushed, exhausted, aching, and yet... safe.

She passed out in his arms. Not because of pain—but because her body had reached a place it had never been before. She'd given herself, wholly. And now, she rested in the arms of the man who held her like she was sacred.

Shivansh looked down at her, a quiet ache in his throat as he brushed a strand of damp hair from her temple. His breathing was still uneven, chest rising and falling beside hers. He was still inside her. But she was asleep now—breathing softly, lips slightly parted, like a dream had taken her in mid-sentence.

He carefully, reverently, withdrew from her, swallowing hard at the sight of her vulnerability. His throat burned.

Shivansh takes out his penis out of isha's vagina who hiss in slight pain. Shivansh discards the used condom in the dustbin but not before tying the condom securely. He cleans his penis and isha's vagina using wipes before throwing them in the dustbin as well.

"I am really happy that you believed me enough to let me love you by worshipping your body." Shivansh says with a gentle smile.

"You're too much for me, Isha," he whispered, voice hoarse with emotion. "And yet... you're everything I never thought I'd deserve."

He slipped off the bed without a sound, pulling a throw over her gently. He padded toward the washroom, retrieving a soft towel, a bowl of warm water, and one of his shirts—the softest one, the one he never let anyone else wear.

He returned, kneeling beside her. With slow, patient hands, he cleaned her—tenderly wiping away any sign of discomfort, as if washing away the night's intensity from her skin. Every movement was careful, precise, and filled with reverence.

"Let's take a bath together because both of us need it, especially you to sooth your muscles." Shivansh remarks and softly kisses isha's lips who smiles between the kisses.

"let give you a slower… You trusted me, and I wanted to give you everything. But you—" he paused, looking at her sleeping face, "you gave me more than I knew what to do with."

Then, he slid one arm beneath her legs, the other cradling her back, and carried her to the washroom.

The bath was already prepared—steamy, filled with soft lavender foam, flickering candles glowing along the tub's edge.

Afterward, he walks inside the washroom and starts filling the jacuzzi with tepid water as it will help to relax both of their bodies. Then he adds some essential oils to the water and walks out to get his jaana. He picks her up in his arms making her put her head on his shoulder feeling extremely tired.

He stepped in first, settling down at the back of the jacuzzi, and gently brought her into the water, letting her rest against his chest. Her head slumped into the crook of his neck as she stirred faintly, murmuring in sleep, her lips brushing his skin.

"The water is a little warm but not much. So, it will feel good." Shivansh remarks while getting into the jacuzzi with isha in his arms. He sits down putting her between his legs with the back of her head resting on his chest.

"Ansh, it feels so good that I may fall asleep." Isha says in a sleepy tone as it's getting hard for her to keep her eyes open.

"Shh… it's okay. I've got you. No problem, jaana. You can sleep because I am here to take care of you." Shivansh replies kissing the top of isha's head who only hums in reply and in a few minutes she falls asleep.

Shivansh cleans both of their bodies thoroughly with shower gel and then drains the water before filling the jacuzzi with fresh water.

He took the mug beside the tub, pouring warm water gently over her hair, fingers massaging her scalp like she was made of glass. She sighed, curling slightly into him, her breath forming small clouds against his collarbone.

"You don't even know what you've done to me, Janna," he whispered, placing a kiss on her temple, "You heal me, and you heal something which you never broke. You made me the man, maybe SHE wants me to become. "

She didn't respond. But she didn't need to.

Her cheek was pressed against his chest now, small breaths echoing in the space between their hearts.

After a long while, when the water had begun to cool, he pulled her out of the bath, carefully wrapping her in a towel. He dried her gently, hands never lingering too long—only enough to bring comfort, never discomfort.

After he is done he gets up with isha in his arms and puts a fluffy robe on her so that all the water can get soaked by the robe.

He then brushes her teeth as well as he can before he cleans her mouth with water.

Then, he slipped his shirt over her—that one which he took outside, slightly oversized on her tiny frame. It hung loosely, barely grazing her thighs, the fabric smelling faintly of him.

She looked like peace in human form.

He carried her back into the room, placed her softly on the long sofa with plush cushions, and adjusted the pillow beneath her head.

He walks out of the washroom and puts her on the couch available in the room before going back inside the washroom to wipe his body with a different towel.

He too brushes his teeth and cleans his mouth with water before he walks out holding a towel in his hands and starts drying isha's long hair the way she likes it to be done.

Although he knows that his jaana hates using a hair dryer, he can't let her sleep with wet hair. So, after drying the hair with the towel as much as he can, he starts drying the hair using the hair dryer.

Then, he changed the sheet—pulling off their deed sheet, the one which had some blood strains, and change the sheet into new white one just like she like.

Then he changed himself, he slipped into a clean black trouser—and checked the room's temperature. He dimmed the lights, adjusted the fan, and set a bottle of water near the bedside.

Then finally, he made her lay down in bed then he lay down beside her. One arm under her neck. The other over her waist. Holding her like a secret.

But then… he heard her groan—faint, broken, and laced with pain. His entire body tensed.

He sat up slightly, brushing her hair away from her flushed face, his voice low but urgent.

"Isha?" he whispered. "Is it hurting you? Baby… hey… I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to—damn it—"

She didn't respond—too tired to wake up. But her lips parted, and a faint whimper escaped. His heart clenched.

He reached for the oil on the table, which he order after doing many research, opened it, and softly began to massage her thighs, her back, the parts where he knew she might be sore.

"I was too rough, wasn't I?" he mumbled to himself, eyes closing as guilt tightened around his chest. "I got lost in you, Isha… I forgot how fragile you are."

He leaned down, pressed a kiss to her temple, and whispered so quietly it barely existed—

"I'd do it all over again... but slower. Softer. If you'd just let me hold you like this forever."

The hours after were not measured by a clock—but by the slow rhythm of breath, by the shiver in her skin, by the way she clung to him like a heartbeat clings to silence.

She lay on the bed, fragile in the most beautiful way, her bare body tucked into the sheets, too tired to speak, too sore to move.

Shivansh didn't say a word.

He just started massaging her.

First her thighs—his palms moving in long, soothing strokes over the tender ache between her legs. His fingers are slow and warm, circling the parts that hurt, applying the gentlest pressure. He didn't touch her like a lover now—but like someone healing a wound he'd caused without meaning to. Like someone who wanted to kiss the pain away, but knew she needed his hands, not his mouth.

He massaged her stomach too—her lower abdomen—where the tension was coiled deep. She winced at first, but then melted under his touch, her breath growing steadier. His thumbs rubbed in slow circles, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You gave me so much of you tonight... let me give something back."

She didn't reply. Just curled her fingers faintly into the sheets.

And he continued—moving to her back. His hands traveled over her shoulder blades, down her spine, firm and loving. Every stroke said I see you. Every caress whispered You're safe.

Then, with oil warmed in his hands, he moved down her legs again, tracing the outline of her calves, her feet, the arch of her ankles. Not with desire, but with devotion. As if she were a sacred text and he was learning every word, memorizing her story.

He did this for hours. Maybe two. Maybe three. He didn't care.

Time had stopped for him the moment she gave herself to him, and now, all he wanted was for her body to stop hurting.

Her soft moans of comfort, the way her body surrendered under his touch—it was enough. She didn't have to say anything. He understood her silence better than words.

Eventually, her body relaxed completely. Her breathing deepened. And when he knew she was at peace, he lay beside her, pulling her into his arms like she was the answer to a question he'd stopped asking long ago.

Her face was pressed into his chest, one leg over his, her breath fanning warm across his skin. His arms wrapped around her tiny frame, protective, cradling.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, closing his eyes.

This.

This was all he needed.

He woke before the sun.

The room was painted in soft gray light, the kind that only existed in the hush before dawn. Everything was still.

Except for her.

She was still sleeping, her tiny form tangled in his arms, her lips barely parted, breath warm and steady against his bare chest.

His arms were still around her, instinctively. His fingers in her hair. Her hand had somehow ended up on his stomach during the night. Her legs are tucked into his like puzzle pieces.

Shivansh didn't move. Didn't even breathe too loud.

He just looked at her.

And for a long time, he said nothing—just watched the rise and fall of her chest, the way her lashes brushed her cheek, how soft her lips looked in sleep. She looked so small like this. So innocent. So heartbreakingly beautiful.

His chest ached.

"You don't even know, do you?" he whispered, barely audible, his lips near her temple. "You're sleeping like the world hasn't changed... but mine did. It changed the moment I saw you fall asleep in my arms."

He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered.

"You could ask me for anything right now, and I'd give it to you. My name. My blood. My past. My kingdom. I'd hand it over in silence and still thank you for letting me."

He didn't expect her to hear him. She was still deeply asleep.

But she stirred a little, pressing closer, her nose brushing his chest, sighing softly as if in agreement.

His lips curled into a slow, private smile.

"Even in sleep, you're stubborn," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead again. "Clinging to me like I'm yours. And I am, Isha. I am so, so yours."

He didn't leave the bed. Didn't reach for his phone. Didn't let the world in.

He just stayed there—watching her, loving her, memorizing her—like the sunrise wasn't nearly as interesting as the girl dreaming in his arms.

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