Prem Vivah

• Jaanu Meri Jaan •

Indeed now everyone is aware of them belonging to each other, not allowing a third person to step between them.

Sameer stood up, gently twirling around his beautiful girl, and then he suddenly grabbed her closer to him, his masculine hand resting firmly on her lower back as he peered at her with a dominating smile cherishing his lips, and Naina lovingly wrapped her arms around his sweaty nape, their foreheads pressed, and lips just an inch away. He intimately stroked the pad of his thumb on her rosette cheek while keeping her caged within him, his dark black eyes locked with her glittering orbs, and heart enclosed with layers of pride and pleasure.

Sameer yanked her deadly closer to his sturdy frame, arousing her hidden desires with his provocative caresses, and his lips lovingly stroked the mole on her cheek. Naina was ruffling his feathery tresses while enjoying his subtle stubble tickling her insides, and Sameer nestled against her slender neck, leaving soft-fluttering kisses all over her fragrant skin, his lips now resting on her nuptial chain. He relished the SamaiNa pendant being pressed firmly on his closed mouth, and his teeth grasped the beads of her mangalsutra. Naina slightly drew back her head in anticipation, savoring his hot breath fanning her tender spots. 

Sameer acted like a drunkard man, thoroughly intoxicated in his wife's love.

And Tripti and Sharad watched them romancing and clinging onto each other with the purity of love whispering in the wind, their hearts burning ceaselessly in jealousy.

Sameer embraced the beauty along with flaws of his woman with eyes closed, and hands wrapped around her lower back, slowly reaching upwards to cover the exposed skin. The clasped black strings of her blouse invited sparkling butterflies in his tummy, and he held them tightly around his fingers, nuzzling his nose against her neckline while breathing steadily below her earring. His rigid frame wholly dominated her fragile one while hugging her rightfully and possessively, and Naina cuddled with his prickly beard, her henna-adorned palm sending a nerve-chilling scent to his lungs.

He came out of the hug with an intense smile on his face, and the loud music rang thunderously in the background, making him excitedly swirl his wife around, then pick her up in his beefy arms. Naina couldn't express how joyous all these moments were filled with unmixed delight and bliss, and Sameer spun his girl vivaciously, his scorching gaze hooked on her shiny one. He delivered titillating kisses on her succulent lips and bubbly cheeks, exciting her heart to madly and deeply make love to her exuberant boy.

"Pagal ho gaya hai aaj toh sameer pura." Anshuman remarked, watching his friend happily showing his love for his wife.

"Woh toh hona hi, aakhir bechare itne saalon baad jo ek hue hai, iski khushi immeasurable hai," Anjali replied to the Punjabi boy with a gentle smile while staring at her schoolmate wholly rejoicing her special scenes with her husband.

"12 bajne me half an hour baki hai." She informed him after a while, and he stood there, fazed, his smile slowly evaporating in the air.

"Kya karne wali ho tum?" Anshuman asked her confusingly.

"Wahi jo tumne shayad nahi socha hoga," Anjali replied to him in a throaty voice and winked at him.

Anshuman experienced fear in his heart amalgamated with anxiety, and Anjali lovingly stared at his child-like expression in sheer felicity.

"Aaj agar yahan crowd na hota na, then trust me meri jaan. I'd have kissed you so madly. Gosh, you are looking so hot and gorgeous, my wife, meri bayko." Sameer told his wife in a gruff tone blended with exuberance while leaning his head onto her shoulder, his index finger circling sensually on her lower back, and Naina smiled at her husband's eagerness to pour his bottled-up desires on her tonight. She could sense his teasing beard rubbing her unraveled skin, and goosebumps hugged her insides like a best friend.