"Warning: An intimate scene ahead."
Without uttering a single word, Aadish let his actions speak for him.
His hands, firm yet gentle, slid from the back of her neck to her shoulders, his fingers tracing her skin with deliberate slowness. He didnât rush. He didnât break eye contact. Not even for a second.
His gaze locked onto hers, unrelenting, intense, as he carefully slipped the delicate fabric from her upper body.
The soft rustle of the cloth falling was drowned by the silence between themâthick, electric, charged with something unspoken yet undeniable.
And still, she didnât look away.
Avantikaâs eyes remained on him, unwavering, as if she, too, was drowning in the moment. Lost in him.
Aadish leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, intoxicating kiss. His hands traced her frame with a reverence that made her shiver, his lips traveling down her neckâslow, lingering, possessive.
When he reached her chest, he paused, his gaze flickering back up to her face.
And what he saw made his breath hitch.
She was looking at him. Only him.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding onto him as if he was the only thing keeping her grounded.
In that moment, Aadish felt something shift inside himâsomething overwhelming, something undeniable.
How could one woman have the power to make him feel this storm of emotions, this chaos of desire and devotion, all at once?
She was his.
And yet, at this moment, he felt like he belonged to her more than ever.
He trailed soft, lingering kisses near her chest, his touch both gentle and possessive. As his hands cupped her, a quiet gasp escaped her lips, his name tumbling from her in a breathless moan.
His lips traced over her skin, worshipping every inch, while his fingers moved in slow, deliberate motions, teasing, exploring, savoring. When he shifted, his gaze never wavered, locking onto hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.
His thumbs traced over her sensitive skin, his touch alternating between firm and featherlight, drawing out reactions that only fueled the fire between them. The way she melted under him, the way she clung to himâit only made him crave her more.
He watched her, his eyes dark with intent, as she moaned softly, her lashes fluttering shut. The sight of her completely lost in his touch sent a wave of satisfaction through himâhe was enjoying every second of her surrender.
And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, she opened her eyes, locking onto his. The intensity between them deepened, every touch igniting something more, something uncontrollable.
Aadish smirked, his fingers tracing over her skin as he murmured, "From today, you donât need to force yourself to wear those tight bras, jaana⦠Iâm right here to hold them for you."
Her breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly at his words. The sheer audacity of the man before herâso shameless, so possessiveâshould have made her glare at him. But instead, a rush of warmth spread through her, butterflies fluttering in her stomach at his unapologetic claim.
And the way he looked at herâlike she was his to adore, to care for, to worshipâonly made her crave him more.
"Come, jaan," he murmured, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. Avantika's brows furrowed in confusion, but she didn't resist as he carried her to the shower area. The air was thick with anticipation as he reached for the knob, letting the warm water cascade down.
He gently set her down, her bare feet meeting the cold tiles, but instead of standing still, she instinctively sought refuge against him, hiding herself in his embrace. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he steadied her, making her stand properly.
"Jaanâ¦" he whispered, cupping her face with utmost tenderness. "Even if today you say no⦠I am still yours."
His words made her heart clench. They werenât just wordsâthey held weight, a promise, a reassurance that no matter what happened, she was safe with him.
"Aadishâ¦" her voice trembled, her gaze dropping for a second. "Iâm scared."
He didnât hesitate. Tucking a wet strand of hair behind her ear, he spoke with unwavering conviction, "Even for a second, if you feel something is wrong, you can stop me. I wonât question your decision, bachha. Trust me."
His words melted away the last of her hesitations. Before she could respond, he reached behind her, tugging at the dori of her lehenga. The fabric slipped down in a whisper, pooling at her feet, leaving her breathless.
Without warning, his arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her off the ground once again. She gasped, gripping his shoulders, as he stepped into the shower with her in his arms.
The moment the warm water touched their skin, a shiver ran down her spine, making her press closer to him. But Aadish⦠he was reveling in it. The sight of herâdrenched, vulnerable, yet looking at him with those expressive eyesâwas intoxicating.
Tilting her chin up, he made her look straight into his eyes. "You're mine, Avantika," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.
Aadish held her firmly, one hand securing her close while the other traced a slow, teasing path down her face, gliding over her collarbone, her chest, her waistâuntil it reached further, igniting a fire within her. Avantikaâs breath hitched, her eyes squeezing shut, anticipation thrumming through her veins.
With a practiced ease, he removed the last barrier between them, pressing her back against the cold wall. A sudden shiver ran through her, and her eyes flew openâonly to meet his unwavering gaze. The smirk curving his lips sent a wave of heat through her.
"Already so ready( wet) for me, jaanaâ¦" his voice was deep, laced with possession.
Before she could even comprehend his words, a sharp gasp tore from her lips as he moved, his touch sending an unfamiliar jolt through her. Her fingers clutched onto his shoulders, bangles clinking against the sound of falling water.
"Aa⦠Aadishâ¦" her voice broke between moans, his name falling from her lips like a desperate prayer. His grip tightened, his every movement deliberate, claiming her in ways words never could.
The water cascaded over them, blending with the fire surging between them, while her body responded to every touch, every whisper, every unspoken promise.
As the moments passed, a soft whimper left her lips. âItâs⦠itâs hurting, Aadi,â she murmured, her voice trembling.
Aadish stilled, his darkened gaze taking in every detailâthe way she moaned, the way she trembled, the way she surrendered completely to him. His touch had marked her, his presence had consumed her.
"Iâll make it better, baby," he whispered, his voice both soothing and intoxicating.
Without another word, he lowered himself onto his knees, his movements slow, deliberate. The sudden shift made her eyes widen in shock, her breath catching in her throat. But before she could react, the water pressure intensified, cascading over them like a relentless storm, drowning the world beyond this moment.
His hands gripped her thighs gently, parting them with ease as his lips descended, his warmth igniting every nerve in her body. A gasp tore from her as his touch sent a shudder through her, her head falling back against the wall, her voice barely forming his name.
âAadishâ¦â she moaned, her fingersâadorned with green banglesâfinding their way into his dampened hair, gripping tightly as waves of sensation crashed over her.
He took his time, savoring every reaction, every plea, every shudder. This was just the beginning, and she⦠she was completely his.
He moved upward, his lips tracing a path from her waist to her chest, then to her neck and face, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. As she panted softly, lost in the sensations he evoked, he reached up and turned off the shower.
For a fleeting moment, she thought it was over. That he had finally given her a moment to breathe. But she was wrong.
Before she could process, he scooped her into his arms effortlessly, her drenched body molding against his warmth. The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing, the air thick with tension.
He carried her toward the grand bathtubâone spacious enough to fit them both with ease. Gently, he placed her inside, her skin shivering at the contact with the cool porcelain.
She thought they had come here simply to bathe.
But he had other plans.
Unlike what she expected, he didnât fill the tub with water. Instead, he merely positioned her comfortably within it, the gleam in his eyes making her stomach twist in anticipation.
And then, as he reached for the waistband of his pants, pulling them off effortlessly, her breath hitched. Her cheeks flamed a deep pink as she instinctively shut her eyes, her fingers gripping the edges of the tub.
A low chuckle reached her ears, followed by his deep, husky voice.
"Open your eyes, jaanâ¦" His words held an undeniable authority, a promise wrapped in longing. "I am all yours."
As she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze met his, standing before her in the tub, the water cascading around them. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink as she instinctively shut her eyes again. But his voice, firm yet gentle, reached her ears.
"Open your eyes, jaan⦠I am all yours."
With a shiver running down her spine, she obeyed, her lashes fluttering open to find him watching her with an intensity that sent her heart racing. He leaned in, hovering over her, his warmth enveloping her in a cocoon of longing and unspoken promises.
"Letâs do this, jaan⦠I have waited for you to claim me fully from the moment I first saw you."
His words sent a tremor through her, a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. As he held her, their souls entwined as much as their bodies, she felt overwhelmed by the depth of emotions surging between them. Every touch, every lingering caress, was a silent vowâone that spoke of love, devotion, and the years of yearning they had both endured.
His lips sought hers, sealing the moment with a kiss that was both tender and consuming. And as he traced away the tears from the corners of her eyes, he whispered against her skinâ "You are mine, Avantika. Now, always, and forever."
As she neared the edge, her breath came in uneven gasps, her body trembling beneath him. He slowed his pace, sensing how close they both were, intending to hold backâbut then her soft, breathless plea reached his ears.
"Please⦠faster."
And how could he ever deny her?
His control snapped as he obeyed, his movements deep and urgent, matching the rhythm of their racing hearts. A wave of pure sensation crashed over them, pulling them into the abyss of passion together.
Beneath him, her pain had melted away, replaced by unfiltered pleasure, and the way she held onto him made his heart swell with a deep, unshakable joy. He had finally claimed her, not just in body but in soulâthe woman who had unknowingly made him wait, who had unknowingly owned him long before this night.
And now, she was his. Just as he was hers.
Unknowingly, they had lost themselves in each other over and over again, their passion consuming them for what felt like an eternity. It was only when she finally collapsed against him, utterly spent, that he stopped.
Aadish held her close, his touch now gentle as he carefully washed her body, his fingers tracing over her skin with a tenderness that contrasted the intensity of their moments before. He dressed her in his white hoodie, its oversized warmth engulfing her petite frame, before lifting her into his arms and carrying her back to the room.
As he laid her down, he knew she was awakeâhe could sense it in the way her breathing hitched ever so slightly, in the way her fingers unconsciously curled into his hoodie. But she continued to pretend, relishing his care, and he didnât mind.
Instead, with a soft smile, he let her rest and went for his own bath, the warmth of the night still lingering in his every breath.
As soon as he walked into the room, his eyes landed on herâdraped in his oversized white hoodie, looking effortlessly mesmerizing. The fabric barely reached her thighs, revealing glimpses of her bare legs as she lay on the bed, her expression unreadable.
Yet, her attention wasnât on him. Her gaze was fixated on somethingâthe red cloth hanging at the edge of their bed. It was clear she wanted it removed, but instead of rushing, she sat there, waiting⦠behaving like a patient woman, waiting for her husband.
His steps slowed as he took in the sight of her, but before he could speak, her eyes liftedâfinally landing on him. His wet hair dripped slightly, his toned upper body bare, while a simple trouser hung low on his waist.
She slowly got up from the bed, her eyes trailing over him for a moment before she tilted her head toward the red cloth, signaling him with a small movement of her chin.
Frowning slightly in confusion, he asked, "What, betu?"
She pouted, standing on the bed as she mumbled softly, "Meri madad kariye na ise hatane mein⦠mujhse ho nahi raha" (Help me remove this⦠I canât do it myself).
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