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“God, you talk too much,” I gasp, but my smile is shaky from the waves of pleasure building fast.
He laughs softly, kissing the corner of my mouth. “Then let me show you instead.”
And he does. He touches me like I’m art and moves inside me like he knows my body better than I do. I shiver under his touch. "You like that?" He asks.
"Yes," I moan, my voice sounding shrill. "More." He obliges, his movements relentless, his touch firm. My mind is completely blank, and no one can blame me because this man will be the death of me.
I tighten around him, close, so close. He feels it. His hand slides between us, his thumb circling where I need him most.
“Aarav—” I cry out, breaking apart beneath him.
“I’m close,” he groans, hips faltering. “Anika…”
I cup his face, breathless. “Then cum for me, my good boy,” I whisper in his ear; he shudders under my touch.
He thrusts once more, then freezes, forehead pressing against mine, his entire body tensing. I feel him unravel inside the condom, breath hitching, lips parting in a quiet gasp.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers.
I stroke his hair, still panting. “You're breathtaking.”
He pulls back just enough to look at me. His lips curve into the softest, most boyish grin. “How… how are you still a virgin?” I ask.
He laughs and winks at me, burying his face in my neck. “That’s what I’m wondering.”
“You may not be my first, Aarav,” I kiss his cheek, “but you have ruined me for anyone else.” His eyes soften as he presses his lips against my forehead.
“I didn't know you would enjoy being so dominant,” he says, brushing his nose against mine as a smirk curls up his lips.
“What can I say?” I murmur, kissing him again. "Hopefully, you will catch up soon.”
“With you as my teacher? I’ll be an expert in no time.”
I roll my eyes, pulling the sheet over us. “Arrogant.”
He grins. “Only when it comes to you.”
He turns us over effortlessly; my head rests on his chest, the rhythm of his heart slow and steady beneath my cheek. Everything feels calm now, warm and soft and safe. We crossed aline tonight. But it felt right, natural, like this was exactly where we were meant to be.
CHAPTER 44
ANIKA
My husband won’t stop looking at me.
It's not the kind of look you throw casually across the room—it's intense, focused, like he's watching me instead of listening to whatever Samarth is rambling about. His gaze lingers on my face, drops to my neck, and then trails further down with absolutely no shame. And even though I pretend to be busy helping Bhabhi set the breakfast table outside, my skin prickles under the weight of his eyes.
I should be used to it by now. After everything that happened last night—and this morning—this should feel normal. But it doesn’t. It feels electric, charged, like my body is on high alert just from the way his lashes lower and he exhales sharply when our eyes meet.
The old me—the unsure, self-conscious me—would’ve fumbled for a dupatta, turned my back, or acted like I hadn’t noticed. I would’ve overthought every little glance, dissected his expression, and wondered what he saw when he looked at me like that. But now? Now I know.
I know what his hands feel like on my waist when I’m breathless beneath him. I know what he sounds like when he whispers my name like it’s a secret he’s scared to let the worldhear. I know how much he wanted me last night. And again this morning, when I was barely awake, and he didn’t even let me leave the bed without leaving another mark.
So yeah, whatever little doubt I had about whether he’d see me differently after... that’s gone. Disintegrated. Because if his hands roaming under my t-shirt while I was brushing my teeth meant anything, it’s that he sees me exactly the same. No, not the same. More.
The way he's staring at me right now? Sends a shiver straight down my spine and pulls flashes of last night into the present. His mouth. His hands. His voice begging—
Okay. Nope. Focus, Anika. You're holding a steel jug of chai, and Bhabhi's watching you.
