104. Kissy

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The night was calm, a gentle breeze rustling the silk curtains of the grand bedroom in the Raghuwanshi palace.

The golden glow of the moon seeped through the intricate carvings on the window, casting soft shadows across the room.

Amidst the quiet splendor, Ishika lay in the strong embrace of her husband, her head resting against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

She had fallen asleep in his arms, her delicate features serene, her body curled into him as if she belonged there.

And she did.

Rudraksh had been awake for a while now, his sharp eyes watching her, taking in the gentle rise and fall of her breath, the way her eyelashes fluttered slightly in sleep, and the way she fit so perfectly against him.

She was beautiful. Ethereal. His.

His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer, unwilling to let go, as if the moment he did, she would slip away.

Ishika stirred slightly, a soft hum escaping her lips as her eyes fluttered open, still laced with sleep.

Her gaze met his, warm and deep, like a sunrise after a long night.

A slow, sleepy smile crept onto her lips.

"You're awake," she murmured, her voice hushed, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the peace of the night.

Rudraksh smirked, his fingers tracing light circles on her back. "I could say the same to you."

Ishika’s cheeks heated as she realized she had been caught staring. She had been admiring him—the way his dark hair fell over his forehead, the sharp cut of his jaw, the depth in his eyes that held a universe of emotions.

He was breathtaking.

Before she could say anything, Rudraksh leaned in, closing the distance between them, and pressed his lips to hers.

It was soft at first, barely a whisper of a kiss, but enough to send a shiver down her spine.

Ishika's eyes widened in shock, her body going completely still before warmth flooded her.

"R-Rudraksh ji!" she gasped, her voice barely above a breath.

Rudraksh pulled back slightly, chuckling at her reaction, his deep laughter vibrating against her skin. "Dil, you’re still calling me that?"

Her brows furrowed in confusion. "What else should I call you?"

He smirked, his fingers grazing her chin as he tilted her face up to meet his gaze. "Just Rudraksh. Or… Rudra."

Her lips parted slightly, surprise flashing in her eyes. "Why?"

He leaned closer, his forehead nearly touching hers. His voice was deep, smooth, sending chills through her. "Because you're my queen. You don’t need to show me respect, Dil. You already own me."

Ishika stared at him, her heart pounding against her ribs.

A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. "And you're my king," she whispered. "I have all the right to respect you."

Rudraksh's smirk faltered for a moment, his expression softening. "And?" he prompted, his thumb brushing against her cheek.

Ishika exhaled shakily, her pulse racing. She swallowed the nervous lump in her throat before whispering, "And I love you."

Something in his gaze shifted. Darkened. Intensified.

"Then love me," he murmured, his voice raw, filled with emotion, his fingers threading into her hair.

Ishika sucked in a breath, her fingers gripping the fabric of his kurta as if anchoring herself. She had never seen him like this—so vulnerable, so open, so utterly hers.

He didn't just say it. He meant it.

"Love me, Dil," he whispered again, his lips hovering just above hers.

"Because I don't know how to be anything but yours."

Her heart swelled, her entire body drowning in the moment, in him.

Ishika's breath hitched as she gazed into Rudraksh’s eyes. His words echoed in her mind—Then love me.

Her heart pounded against her ribs, her fingers tightening against the fabric of his kurta as warmth spread through her body.

She didn't know when she had started loving him, but at this moment, she realized she had never stopped.

Without another thought, she lifted herself slightly, her trembling fingers brushing against his jaw before she leaned in.

And kissed him.

It was soft at first, hesitant, as if she was still wrapping her mind around what she was doing.

But the moment her lips touched his, warmth flooded through her veins like a wildfire.

His lips were warm, firm, yet gentle—like he was savoring every second, memorizing the way she felt against him.

Rudraksh inhaled sharply, surprised at her sudden boldness, but the shock melted into something deeper, something possessive.

He responded, one hand slipping around her waist, pulling her closer, while the other tangled in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss.

A shiver ran down her spine as he took control, his lips moving against hers with slow, deliberate passion.

He wasn’t just kissing her—he was claiming her, making her feel just how much he had waited for this moment.

Ishika felt her knees go weak, her body melting into him as her fingers gripped his shoulders, desperate to hold on.

Her pulse thrummed wildly as he angled the kiss, his lips brushing against hers again and again, sending sparks dancing through her.

She gasped against his mouth, and that tiny sound did something to him.

Rudraksh growled softly, his grip on her waist tightening as he pulled her onto him effortlessly.

Ishika let out a soft gasp, her hands flying to around him for balance. She could feel the solid muscles beneath his clothes, the strength in his embrace.

"R-Rudraksh ji," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks flaming with heat.

He smirked against her lips, his thumb brushing over the curve of her waist. "Hmm?"

She couldn't even find the words. All she could do was bury her face against his neck, breathing in his scent, her heartbeat erratic.

Rudraksh let out a low chuckle, his arms tightening around her as he leaned back against the pillows, pulling her with him.

"Sleep, meri Dil," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her hair.

Ishika swallowed hard, her heart still racing, but his warmth, his scent, his presence—it was everything she had ever needed.

With a deep breath, she curled into his embrace, feeling safer than she had ever felt before.

And as she drifted into sleep, she could still feel the ghost of his lips against hers.

Because this wasn’t a dream.

This was them.

Forever.

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Ananya stood outside the door, her fingers curling into the fabric of her dress as she bit her lip. Her heart was racing, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions.

Should I go in?

The words from earlier echoed in her mind—Tonight, I’m not going to spare you.

A shiver ran down her spine, and she clenched her fists. And that kiss… God, that kiss. It had wrecked her. Consumed her.

She had never felt anything like it before. And now, she wanted it again. She craved it.

Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself, then slowly pushed open the door.

The dim glow of the bedside lamp bathed the room in warm light, casting soft shadows on the walls.

Her gaze immediately found him—Aditya.

Sleeping peacefully.

Her shoulders slumped in disappointment.

Of course, he’s asleep. What did I expect?

Still, she stepped inside, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible. She approached his bed, her movements hesitant.

The sight of him—his dark hair tousled against the pillow, his sharp features relaxed in slumber, his bare chest rising and falling steadily—made her heart ache.

She sank down beside him, careful not to wake him, and hugged her stuffed Mr. Puppy to her chest. A soft sigh escaped her lips.

“Adi… you’re already sleeping?” she whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

“I was hoping you’d kiss me, you know?” A small smile played on her lips, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes.

“But no problem… I like looking at you. You’re so handsome.”

She hesitated, her throat tightening as guilt weighed down on her chest.

“And… I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m really sorry if I hurt you when I avoided you for a month.” Her fingers curled around Mr. Puppy as she looked away, her lips trembling.

“I don’t even know why I did it. I was just…”

She let out a small, shaky breath.

“I don’t know…”

Saying that, she made a move to get up, but before she could even lift herself, she felt a sudden, firm grip on her wrist.

A sharp gasp left her lips as she was yanked down, and before she knew it—she was falling.

Falling straight onto him.

Her body collided with his hard chest, her breath hitching as warmth engulfed her. Oh God…

Aditya's arms tightened around her, keeping her trapped against him.

The faint scent of his cologne mixed with the intoxicating warmth of his skin, making her mind spiral.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was deep, husky with sleep, but there was something else in it too.

Something dangerous.

Something possessive.

Ananya stiffened, her face heating up as she realized their position.

Her hands were resting flat against his chest, her fingers grazing over the hard planes of his muscles. She could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her palms.

And her own heart? It was going to explode.

“I—uh—I thought you were asleep,” she stammered, her voice barely holding steady.

Aditya smirked, his fingers brushing against her waist, making her shiver. “I was.”

His grip on her tightened slightly, pulling her impossibly closer.

“But then my little troublemaker sneaked into the room, sat beside me, and started saying some very interesting things.”

Ananya swallowed hard, her lips parting in shock.

“You heard?”

“Every word.”

She felt like disappearing into thin air. Oh God, oh God, oh God!

Her cheeks flamed as she squeezed her eyes shut. “Forget it. I didn’t mean any of that. You were dreaming, Adi. None of it was real. Let me go now.”

But he didn’t let go. If anything, his grip became stronger.

“I like the way you said my name,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly so his lips brushed against the shell of her ear.

“Adi…” He imitated her whisper, his tone teasing, sending a shiver down her spine.

Ananya sucked in a breath, her entire body heating up.

“I—I—”

He chuckled, low and rich, before pulling back slightly. Their faces were now inches apart. His dark eyes gleamed with amusement, but there was something else—something intense.

“You were hoping I’d kiss you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Her breath hitched.

She had said that. Out loud.

She squeezed her eyes shut, her face turning an impossible shade of red. “I didn’t mean—”

“Too bad,” he murmured, his voice sending shivers down her spine. “Because now…” His fingers trailed up her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. “I’m not going to let you go.”

Her eyes flew open, only to find him staring at her with a look that sent her pulse skyrocketing.

“Adi—”

Ananya barely had time to process what was happening before she felt his arms tighten around her.

In one swift motion, Aditya sat up, pulling her with him, and suddenly—she was in his lap.

A gasp escaped her lips as her legs straddled either side of him, her body pressed flush against his chest.

The heat of his skin burned through the thin fabric of her nightdress, sending an uncontrollable shiver down her spine.

Her hands instinctively shot to his shoulders to steady herself, but the moment she touched him—felt the ripple of muscles beneath her fingers—she regretted it.

Oh, God.

She had thought she was nervous before, but this—this was something else.

Aditya’s lips curved into a slow, devilish smirk as he gazed at her flushed face. His fingers traced lazy circles on her waist, and she trembled at the contact.

“You came to my room because you wanted a kiss?” he murmured, his voice low, deep, dangerous.

Her heart pounded so hard she was afraid it might break through her ribs.

“N-no,” she stammered, shaking her head frantically.

Aditya chuckled, his grip on her tightening. “Liar.”

She sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers ghosted along her spine, sending a delicious shiver through her entire body.

"You're trembling," he whispered, his lips brushing against the curve of her jaw. "Are you scared of me, little cat?"

She shook her head, but her breath hitched when he pressed closer, their bodies molding together like they were made to fit.

"No?" he mused, his smirk growing more dangerous. "Then why are you shaking?"

"I-I'm not—"

Her words died on her tongue when he tilted his head, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. It wasn’t even a kiss—just the ghost of one—but it ignited a fire deep in her stomach.

She clutched his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin, and he hissed in response. His hold on her hips became firm, pressing her impossibly closer.

"Kitten..." He murmured like a prayer, his voice laced with something dark. Something possessive.

Her heart stuttered.

He brushed off Ananya’s hair as she continues to blush in his lap.

His touch was gentle, yet the way his fingers lingered sent a shiver down her spine.

“A-Adi…” she tried to speak, but her voice barely came out a whisper.

He smirked, his thumb tracing the outline of her lower lip. “You’re all mine tonight, Kitten,” he whispered in her ear, his voice deep and husky.

The way he said it, the way his warm breath tickled her skin—it did something to her.

Before she could process it, he leaned back just enough to gaze at her flushed face, his darkened eyes filled with an emotion she couldn’t escape from.

And then, without hesitation, he crashed his lips over hers.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was possessive, demanding, as if he had been starving for her touch.

His lips moved against hers with an urgency that made her toes curl.

She gasped, and he took the opportunity to explore her mouth, his tongue sweeping in, tasting, claiming.

Ananya melted into him, unable to resist the way his hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him.

Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, her fingers threading into his thick hair.

He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, devouring her like he wanted to imprint himself on her soul.

He smirked against her lips but didn’t pull away.

Just when she thought she couldn’t breathe, he broke the kiss for a second, his lips hovering over hers. But he wasn’t done.

He tilted her head back slightly and attacked the delicate skin of her neck, sucking at the bend where her pulse raced wildly.

"Ah—Adi—" she gasped, her hands clenching the fabric of his shirt.

He bit down gently, making her breath hitch before soothing the spot with feather-light kisses.

Again and again, he marked her, trailing love bites down her neck to her collarbone.

His lips were sinful, teasing, worshipping her skin with every touch.

When he finally pulled back, he admired his work, his smirk widening as he saw the faint reddish marks blooming on her fair skin.

“There,” he murmured, his fingers brushing over the bruises possessively. “You’re marked as mine now.”

Ananya’s lips parted, her breath uneven, her mind dazed by his words. The way he looked at her, the intensity in his eyes—it was overwhelming.

“Do you know how much I missed you this past month?” he asked, his voice lower now, rougher.

Her heart clenched. She could see it in his eyes, the longing, the silent ache she had unknowingly caused him.

“A-Adi… I’m really sorry…” she whispered, guilt flashing across her flushed face.

His jaw clenched. “Sorry won’t do, Kitten,” he said, his voice holding a dangerous edge.

She swallowed hard. “Then… then what else can I do?” she asked, looking down.

He lifted her chin with two fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Let me pleasure you,” he said, his eyes dark and unwavering.

Her breath hitched. “Wh-what?”

“Let me have you,” he repeated, his voice laced with raw desire.

"A-a-Adi—"

Before she could finish, he suddenly stood up with her still in his arms.

A startled gasp left her lips as he turned and, without warning, tossed her onto the bed.

Her back hit the soft mattress, and before she could even process what was happening, he was already on top of her, caging her between his arms.

His broad frame hovered over her, his body so close yet not touching, teasing her with his sheer presence.

His fingers ghosted over her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Don’t you think I’ve waited too long, Kitten?" he murmured, his lips dangerously close to hers, teasing, tempting.

Ananya bit her lower lip. Her body was betraying her, craving his warmth, his touch. As much as she was unsure, she didn’t want to say no. She didn’t think she could.

Aditya’s eyes darkened further at the sight of her biting her lip. His control snapped.

He smirked before leaning down, his lips trailing lower, kissing and nipping at every inch of her skin, claiming her, worshipping her.

Her body trembled beneath him, but this time, it wasn’t fear—it was something much more dangerous.

It was desire.

Ananya moaned softly as Aditya covered her neck with hickies. He pulled back to watch her reaction.

Her cheeks were scarlet, lips parted, and her hair was spread messily on the pillow. She looked like a goddess, making him harder than before.

Aditya's hands tremble slightly as he gently grasps the hem of Ananya's top.

Maintaining intense eye contact, he slowly begins to pull it upwards, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of her soft skin.

"Lift your arms for me, Kitten,"

"Let me see that angelic skin of yours," he whispers against her ear, his breath tickling her neck.

She bites her lip nervously but slowly lifts her arms above her head, surrendering to his touch.

With controlled restraint, he pulls her top off completely, then tosses it aside.

He watches Ananya intently, taking in her half-naked body. Her lacy black bra pushed up her full breasts, making them look even more tempting.

He swallows hard before he reaches and tosses his shirt on the floor next to hers, revealing his toned chest and eight-pack abs.

"You're killing me, Kitten," he growls, gently slipping a finger under the waistband of her remaining black lace pants.

"These too..." He looks up at her face, "May I?" His voice is husky with desire, respectfully asking for permission before going further.

Aditya's hands slide down her legs, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her pants.

With a swift tug, he pulls them off, tossing them aside. Ananya lies on the bed now clad only in her black lace panties and her bralette, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath.

Aditya unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers, revealing his toned legs and the bulge in his black boxers.

He steps out of his pants, standing before Ananya in just his black boxers, his chiseled abs and muscular chest on full display.

He reaches behind his back, unhooking his boxers skillfully without taking them off.

Still maintaining eye contact with Ananya, he slides the waistband slightly down, teasing her with a tantalizing peek of his V-line disappearing into the fabric.

"Like what you see, Kitten?"

Ananya bites her lip, unable to speak as her face turns beet red. Aditya settles between her legs, his muscular frame hovering over her, his defined abs and pecs teasing her sensitive skin.

She can feel the heat radiating from his boxers, making her acutely aware of his arousal.

His lips feast on hers hungrily. One of his hands slides down her back, finding the clasp of her bra.

He unhooks it expertly without breaking the kiss. The bra falls open, releasing her full breasts.

His other hand moves up to cup one, making her arch into his touch.

Aditya slowly breaks the kiss, his breathing heavy. He sits back on his haunches, his eyes locked onto Ananya's as he slowly pulls down the straps of her bra, completely baring her to him.

He then hooks his fingers into the sides of her panties, "Lift,"

Ananya lifts her hips slightly, allowing Aditya to slide her panties down and off completely.

She lies fully naked beneath him, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

Aditya hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down slowly, revealing his full arousal.

He steps out of his boxers, standing naked above her. He is all chiseled muscles, his abs leading down to a 'V' that disappears into his arousal.

He kneels back between her thighs, his eyes roaming over her naked form appreciatively. "Turn over,"

Ananya shyly turns onto her stomach, her bare back and sides on display.

Aditya runs his hands over her curves possessively before spreading her legs wider.

He settles between them, his large hands roaming over her thighs and hips. He starts trailing kisses along her spine, making her shiver.

Throughout the night, they explore each other's bodies thoroughly.

Their lovemaking is passionate and intense, with each giving as much pleasure as they receive.

Sweaty and breathless, they switch between positions - missionary, spooning - discovering what makes the other tremble.

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I couldn't take away any more of their innocence guys 😭

Damn...

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His touch mapped every inch of her, his lips leaving trails of fire in their wake.❤️‍🔥