His Precious Iris

14. Costa Rica!?

Naveen's POV -

"Are gadhi, tumhe maine kaha tha ki mujhe orange wali file chahiye, tum red wali kyun laayi?" I said to Isabelle, my voice tinged with frustration. It's been three weeks since we got married and every day has been pure bliss. We had seamlessly merged our lives, sharing not only a home but also our hopes and dreams. However, in this moment, a simple miscommunication threatened to disrupt our harmonious existence.

I had forgotten one of my important files at home, so I called Isabelle, my loving wife, to retrieve it for me. However, it seems like she misunderstood the task at hand. As she stood before me, dressed in a beautiful red saree, she defended herself, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and determination. "Are Naveen ji, ye orange hi toh hai, aur vaise bhi koi aur file nahi thi ghar pe." she said, her voice laced with sincerity.

Doubt crept into my mind as I questioned her response."Aapne mere side ke drawer mein dekha." I asked 

"Naveen ji, maine humare poore room mei dekha, kahi nahi thi. Ye ek hi thi." she said. 

As I reluctantly opened the file, preparing myself for the possibility of further frustration, I was met with a surprising revelation. The contents of the file matched the information I needed. "And if this isn't the right file, then-" I began to say, my words trailing off as I realized that Isabelle had indeed brought the correct file. A mixture of relief and embarrassment washed over me, causing my cheeks to flush.

"Is this the right file now?" she asked, a playful twinkle in her eyes, taunting me gently. Caught off guard by her quick wit, I stumbled over my words. "Uhm- Uhm, yes it is," I replied, my voice filled with a mixture of admiration and amusement.

Isabelle seized the opportunity to express her frustration, her words flowing effortlessly. "Dekha! Aur mujhe bol rahe the gadhi tumhe kuch aata hai ya nahi, khud toh dekhte nahi hai aur phir dusre pei baras jate hai bas. Aapko toh lagta hai ki main colour blind hui. Aapka itna karti hui main, aur uska aisa sila diya mujhe aapne. Aur upar se gadhi, saare pati apni biwiyoon ko kitne pyaare nickname dete hai, Jaan, Baby, aur ye dekho gadhi." she kept on giving me that famous rap of her until I interuppted her saying, 

"Shaant mate, maaf kardijiye, aage se nahi hoga aisa." 

"Last time bhi yahi bola tha aapne aur aaj-" Now I had no other option.

Isabelle's POV -

As I was giving my famous rap performance, I felt Naveen ji's lips gently press against mine. This wasn't our first kiss, but every time our lips met, it ignited a fire within me. Naveen ji skillfully moved his lips, passionately kissing me, and his hand found its way to my waist chain, playing with it affectionately. As our kiss deepened, he teasingly pinched my bare waist, causing me to gasp and granting him access to explore my mouth with his tongue. Every corner of my mouth was savored by him. Sensing my breathlessness, I tapped his shoulders, and he trailed his lips down to my neck, leaving a mark of his desire. A soft moan escaped my lips as he sucked on my sweet spot, leaving a passionate hickey behind. The pallu of my saree dropped, exposing my shoulder area, which he wasted no time in marking as well. Suddenly, he lifted me and placed me delicately on his desk, his eyes locked with mine. With a nod from me, he understood my desire, and his hands eagerly opened my blouse.

Stepping back for a moment, he appraised my bra, and then hungrily closed the distance between us. "Mujhe maarne ka irada hai kya baayko?" he whispered, swiftly unclasping my bra, surprising me with his ability of opening it so quick, so as for a virgin.

He quickly latched onto my nipples, biting and sucking them with an intoxicating blend of tenderness and desire. Overwhelmed, I couldn't help but scream in ecstatic pleasure"Oh my god!"