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“So, here is this guy who is the best civil engineer in the city,” Chey says as I take my seat in a cafe. “The company he works for deals with government projects but since I know him through a case, he is ready to work for you.”
I nod, “Guess, you have seen the plot?” I ask him.
He nods, “Yes, Sir,” he goes through the files and furrows his eyebrows, “But there is a problem in ownership."
“Problem? It is owned by my maternal grandfather and now, it's only in my Mom's name,” I say sitting up.
He flips the paper and pushes the file towards me, “The same property has been registered in another man's name, I guess, it's Viaan.” he points at the words.
I look at Chey not understanding anything. He nods and starts to go through the files.
“I guess, the papers are gambled somewhere,” he mumbles, “Viaan might have corrupted the officers and made changes to register the property in his name when we were away for the wedding.”
That bastard! I bang the table in anger.
Chey glares at me, “Stop behaving violently, Shre.”
“Then, what can we do about it, Chey?” I ask him. “It's my parents' fucking dream.”
“We can file a case. I will fight for you. If you get all the documents related to the land, it will be easier,” Chey says. “Till try to put your anger at bay.”
I nod breathing harshly. “You explain the plan and the budget. The land problem will be taken care of by us,” I tell the engineer sipping my tea.
He nods, “Do you have the previous layout of the hospital?” he asks.
I pass the file from my bag. He looks at it and nods, “I'll let you know the plan and details tomorrow. Same place.”
I stand up and shake my hand with him, “Tomorrow.”
He leaves while I sit down. “Should we meet Viaan?” Chey asks. I give him a confused look. “I mean if we talk to him first instead of taking it to the court.”
I sigh, “How can he think that he can get away after trying to snatch what's mine?” I grit my teeth.
“Shre, listen,” He taps my hand which is on the table, “You started your life with Avi. It's a new beginning. Please don't complicate and make your beginning worse. Let's talk and if things don't work out, we will file a case.”
I nod. I don't want to ruin our beginning when I already risked half of our happiness. I just hope Avyuktha doesn't give up on me in future.
“Hey!” Sam joins us, “How did the meeting with the engineer go?”
Chey tells him everything and even he agrees with Chey's suggestion.
“Okay, so I just talked to Deva. She and Ishu want to take part in reception arrangements,” he says and an instant glow creeps on Chey's face. “I gave my consent, you don't have any problem with it, do you, Chey?”
“Absolutely not!” Chey grin.
I smile, “Thank you.”
“Shut up, we are doing it for...” they both hold my hands and smile. “...for Avyuktha.”
“Assholes!” I grit my teeth, swatting their hands away.
They chuckle and sip their tea, “How is being married?” Sam asks.
“I don't know how it feels about being married,” I smile, my finger running on the rim of the cup, “But being married to her, always being close to her, taking care of her, laughing with her, eating with her and everything with her is so nice. So fucking nice.”
They chuckle. It's been three days since we are married and all the post-wedding rituals are done without missing even a single. It's gonna be my reception two days away from now.
The chaos isn't reduced. I and Avyuktha withdraw the complaint on Vansh and went for the compromise as per Avyuktha's wish. Ridha was happy with Avyuktha being married to me.
Vansh is trying to keep everything intact at the party which almost snatched Vansh's MLA ticket. I don't think he is gonna win the elections.
“Avyuktha?” they ask.
“She is amazing,” I grin, “Although not her cooking.”
They laugh, “Deva told me Avi is terrible at cooking. Once she burnt the sandwiches it seems.” I chuckle.
“What about Riya's wedding?” Chey asks.
I shrug, “It will be as it is. I guess we are left with a few days for her marriage,” I say in a thick voice, “She isn't over my parent's horrible marriage but she is trying to be happy with what I and Avyuktha are sharing in this short period.”
“She is happy. Karthik is keeping her happy,” Sam pats my shoulder.
“I need to shift my few books from our flat to my house,” I say, “Don't know where I am gonna make my room comfortable.”
“Your room obviously,” Chey says.
My jaw tightens and my jaw thins, “I can't step into that room, Chey,” I close my eyes and take deep breaths, “I can never step into that room.”
He smiles.
“Anyways, I should leave. I have to meet a client for dinner,” He stands and grabs his coat. He slaps me and runs away like a kid.
I wasn't shocked by that. Instead, I am laughing loudly with Sam.
“We are never gonna grow, are we?”
Soon, Sam too leaves and I pay for the bill. It's already past 7:30 in the evening and Avyuktha might be waiting.
I get into my car and start to drive towards the villa. When I pull inside the gates, I see only Dad's car. Mom's car isn't there and Riya might be at the research institute.
I park my car and start to walk around the garden. Strangely, all the windows are closed and seem like the servants too left early.
I push the door open and I step inside. I stand frozen when I see my wife in a red dress with a cut over her thigh. Her deep cleavage is naked to my eyes and I gulp the groan that is forced to come out from my throat.
The whole hall, the stairs, and the freaking villa are filled with scented candles and rose petals.
She comes towards me swaying her hips, her curls bouncing over her waist, her breast giving a peek-a-boo, her face glowing in the dim lights and her eyes twinkling with love.
“Welcome home, honey,” she mutters taking the backpack from me. Leaning towards me, brushing her breast against my chest intentionally, she whispers, “Stop staring at me like you want to take me in hard and rough.”
She turns around to walk away and slips her hair to one side of her neck revealing her bare back.
Fuck! She is seducing me.
“Daaaarlingggg,” she sings tilting her to look at me, “Freshen up.”
She sits on the couch sliding her glittering strap down her shoulder, looking right into my eyes. It slides agonizingly slowly and as it is about to fall, she pulls it back with a smirk.
My boy starts to drill through my fucking pants while she is nowhere to stop seducing me.
“What happened?” she asks innocently, not aware that she is walking into the dirtiest pit. “Baby, I am hungry.”
I fist my fingers at my sides when she looks hot running her finger along her thigh.
As I take a step ahead, her nervousness starts to surface over her beautiful features. But she pulls back her confidence and angles herself on the couch sexily.
I reach her and lean towards her ear, “You are hungry? I can smell it,” I sniff her neck. She is aroused like fuck with just my gaze and I could smell her need for me.
She arches her back slightly and her fingers run through my hair making me close my eyes, “Yes,” she whispers huskily, her voice comes out confident when her nervousness diminishes with my eyes closed. Her palms fist my lapels pulling me close. Her lips move against my face and her fingers unbutton my shirt. “For food.”
I gasp out loud at her seduction and try to kiss her but she shakes her head pinching my lips, “Freshen up,” she takes my lip between hers and bites it hard.
“Avyuktha,” I grunt closing my eyes.
A small giggle leaves her lips and she stands on my feet. My boy brushes against her abdomen and she closes her eyes feeling scared for a moment. When she opens them again, they glint with desire.
“I have put the necessities in the bathroom. Shower and come down. We will have dinner,” she mumbles and kisses my chest, “I will take care of him.”
I grit my teeth and I literally control my tears wanting her to stop this seduction and allow me to slide into her. I never knew just the presence of a woman can make me this aroused.
She steps away and walks toward the couch, turning on the vintage gramophone, and playing a romantic song.
Turning around to face me, she leans on the table propping her palms over it and crossing her legs at her ankles.
She looks ethereal.
I smile and kiss her forehead, “You look beautiful.” Somehow her smile calms even my sexual desires.
I run to the guest room where I have been living for years and find it decorated too.
I smile at my crazy little wife and step inside the bathroom. I find my black shirt with black pants. I shower neatly and dry myself. I spray perfume and dress into the outfit my wife selected. She likes me in all black and confessed to me that she gets stimulated when I am in complete black.
I walk down running my fingers through my hair and see her biting her lips nervously.
I chuckle.
“Baby,” I whisper and she immediately pulls her confidence. “The whole set-up is nice.”
She nods with a smile and stands up, “Come let's have dinner,” she says holding my hand and dragging me to the dining room.
She lights the candles on the table and looks at me with a smile. I smile and pull out the chair for her.
She sits and I do the same. “What's all this?” I ask holding her soft hands.
She shrugs and chews her lips, “You have done so much for me and I thought of it. When I told Deva and Ishu, they encouraged me to do it,” she pulls her shoulders close looking around with a smile, “You liked it?”
“My God! Baby, I loved it,” I kiss her palms and see the burnt on her fingers, “What happened?”
She smiles, “It's nothing. I just burnt my finger while lighting the candles,” she mumbles.
I pull her to me and make her sit on my lap, “Why did you do it? I love you. You are special in my life. You don't need to do anything to make me special,” I caress her cheeks, pushing her hair behind.
“I know,” she kisses my cheek, “Still, I want it special for us. Also, your friends helped me.”
“What?” I look at her shocked.
She nods, “Sam and Chey bought all these candles and rose flowers. He offered to decorate and light the candles but I denied it because I wanted to make everything special by myself. Sam took your mom and dad to the farmhouse while Chey kept you busy,” I say.
Little vixen, I say!!! She planned everything around without my knowledge. I bite her breast and she hisses. I chuckle and pull her in a kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says lovingly and turns to the table.
“So, Annu, I made specials for you–”
“Are you planning to kill me?” I ask her wide-eyed.
She giggles, “Don't worry. If you remember, Ishu is a chef. She helped me,” I sigh in relief.
“Idiot!” she pouts and I laugh.
“First, let's celebrate our reunion,” she whispers and I just press my lips to her temples, shutting my eyes. She giggles, “What happened?” she wipes my tears.
I shake my head and we both cut the cake together. We both feed each other and I smile when she rubs the cream over my beard and places the cherry on my nose.
“Hahaha,” she laughs and takes my pictures on her phone. I smile and rub my face on her neck while she laughs again throwing her head back. Our home echoes with her laugh and I just want the moment to freeze. She looks peaceful and gorgeous.
Her laugh dies down and gasps tide out of her sweet lips when I lick the cream off her neck.
“You are so addictive,” I mumble looking at her and she blushes, hiding her face in the crook of my neck. She is cute.
“Stop laughing and let's eat,” she stands from my lap and serves me. I start to feed her and eat mine.
“So, how was your day? Chey told me that you were stressing a lot,” she asks.
“It's nothing you should worry about. I will take care of it,” I mean it. I don't want her to stress out about anything.
“But, Annu, I can't let you handle the problems alone. I am there for you. Whatever it is, let's share it,” she whispers.
“Baby, please, don't worry. If it is needed I will tell you,” I assure her.
She pouts. I chuckle and stand up. I put on another cassette and start to dance comically. She laughs, laughs, and laughs.
I pull her to me after putting on a romantic song. I take her hand in mine and twirl her around. She spins on her toes and hugs me. We sway standing in each other's arms and I push her away, pulling her to me again as she comes into my arms spinning. We both start to dance around the huge living room laughing our hearts out.
She dances so skillfully like a pro.
“I saved this only for you, baby. You better take in your wife’s every detail or else...” She kisses my neck, fisting the back of my hair.
I smirk at the way she turned into a tigress. “Or else?” I husk in her ears.
“Or else you will be left this hard and painfully turned on every night.”
Suddenly, she pushes me onto the couch and stands on the tea table. Pushing her hands on her body sexily, she twirls around. Disappearing her hands into her hair, she looks at me with a seductive smile. She dances around seducing me with her killer looks. Her eyes filled with desire inviting me to take her right away. Her sexy curves illuminate under the dim lights. The way she is running her fingers on herself is making me impatient to worship her.
Holding my collar, she pulls me up. I follow her moment when she puts off all the candles one by one. Soon, we reach the bedroom and I stop abruptly. My bedroom.
She turns around and hugs me. “You need to get inside.”
I shake my head, “I have seen the most horrible things ever,” I whisper with shaky breaths, “I saw Mom's blood. Dad's anger. Riya's sobs.”
“Do you trust me?” she asks.
“Yuktha, please–”
“Do you?”
“I do.”
“Then, come inside. Let's replace those memories. Please, for us,” she says with tears.
“I can't,” I whisper.
She takes my hands and glides them along her curves, “Feel only me,” she closes my eyes and takes me inside. “Feel only my breath,” she makes me sit on the bed and straddles me, “Feel only my love.”
Our most intimate parts stroke against each other. She gasps and kisses my neck. “Open your eyes.”
“No,” my voice is a mere whisper and it shakes.
“Please,” she cups my face, “It is the place where your crib was. It is the place where you slept all your childhood. It is the place where you spent colouring, playing, and dreaming of us.”
I open my eyes slowly and suddenly Mom's scream, Dad's yell, and Riya's sobs blare in my ears. My breath goes shallow. Avyuktha cups my face and looks into my eyes.
“I love you so much. More than myself. You just define my life, Annu. You are my world. Feel my love,” she whispers. I nod with tears. “Remember the times you had beautiful memories.”
“I was sleeping in my room. Mom and Dad came inside on my 5th birthday. They made me cut the cake and gifted me a remote-controlled aeroplane.” I smile at that memory, “Then, I was crying in my room because my pant fell while dancing on an annual day. Mom came to me and slept with me. When I was suffering from a fever, Mom was scared and was crying looking after me all night. Dad cried because he couldn't afford to see Mom's tears. I was in my room with my grandparents scared to hold Riya because she was too small. But Dad brought Riya to me and made her lie in my lap. I played with her and she peed on my favourite pants.” I continue to tell about my happy moments with tears.
I look at her and find her staring at me with a smile. “You made it for 10 minutes,” she whispers, “You looked the happiest person in those 10 minutes.” She makes me look at her and smile, “I will make you happy being in this room. Please give me a chance?”
I nod blinking my tears away. She smiles and kisses my tears. I look around and find all the changes. She changed the colour, installed new furniture, filled the wall with our pictures, and shifted all my books and clothes here. “I love you.”
She kisses my cheeks, “I love you too, baby.”
I look into her eyes which are staring into my soul, touching my scars and trying to heal those with her soft gaze. Why is she so beautiful? Why is her soul so pure? Can any woman ever be able to compete with her in kindness, understatement, love and the serenity she always carries?
Avyuktha is mine. Only. She is Shreyan Krishna’s woman till old and grey.
“Start again where we left off?” she winks and pulls her straps down but stops again with a teasing smile.
“What?” I grit my teeth.
She rubs herself on me, “Nah!” she mumbles and crawls down, kneeling in front of me, “Let me stand on my promise.”
I groan, throwing my head back as she just drives me through heaven with her sweet mouth and tongue until my sanity breaks causing me to just throw her onto the bed, gently, hovering over her.
“I will make the whole villa shudder with your moans today.”
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I don't know if it was but I felt that it was hot 🔥
I couldn't write the mature scene for obvious reasons and I certainly didn't expect that if I could write this far.
Well, the scene in His Beloved was different!
Did Viaan really do that?
Will this go smoothly considering Shreyan’s short temper???
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