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Hope you all enjoy reading this chapter...
have been very apprehensive about writing it. Sincere thanks to Shraddha Thakkar, Shraddha Joshi Borse and VVish Mehta for being there for me. Love u all.
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Before long, their special day came to an end and it was time to depart. Shruti blushed when Minish mentioned, “Don’t be in a hurry brother. Quite a few of us are accompanying you to the hotel. Aise hi thodi na chhod denge tum logo ko?”
Amidst much teasing and laughter, they all proceeded towards The Taj near the Gateway of India. As soon as Shruti sat in the car, she looked at Atharva and said excitedly, “Atharva! This is another surprise… wowww!!” Atharva looked at her happy face, relieved that he could at last bring a smile on her face. He ogled at her and whispered, “I wanted to make it a memorable one.” Shruti instantly averted her gaze, going deep crimson, feeling goosebumps thinking about what lay ahead.
To be continued….
It was almost midnight by the time they reached the iconic Taj Mahal Palace. Shruti had been mostly quiet throughout the way, as they weren’t alone in the car; Minish and Krunal had accompanied them. Shankar, along with a couple of other cousins and friends had come in another car.
Shruti was taking in the ambience of the place while waiting for the formalities to get over at the reception. She adored the way the decor was stylishly designed with an Indian ethnic taste. No wonder it was amongst the best hotels in Mumbai. Shruti was exhausted and just wanted to put her feet up. However, she knew the gang of boys wasn’t going to spare them, as they would invariably pass suggestive and naughty comments, which she wouldn’t be able to face. She braced herself for the inevitable.
As soon as they entered the room, all the boys sat on the sofas, when Anmol, Atharva’s friend initiated, “Bhai… kya baat hai! I think I am going to enjoy this luxury. Aisa mauka phir kahan milega?”
Krunal agreed, “Ya ya true… hum nikamme toh shaadi karne se rahe.”
Shankar interrupted, “Krunal, everyone says that. But ye shaadi ka laddu hai, jo khaaye woh pachhtaaye, jo na khaaye who bhi pachtaaye. So why not get married?”
Minish said cheekily, “Ya that’s true Shankar. See? I understood that philosophy well and am ready to take the plunge.”
Krunal chuckled, “Tu class de hum sabko, humara kuchh nahi hua itne saalo me. Tu toh hum sabse do kadam aage nikla.”
Minish pointed out, “Why me? Atharva has also been brave enough to get married. He will be there for you, don’t worry.”
Atharva grinned. Anmol teased, “Bechaare ki shakal dekho. Usko laddoo khana hai, par tum friends kitne nalayak ho… usko khaane bhi nahi de rahe.”
Shruti had been sitting on one corner of the bed, listening to their banter, but the last statement made her cheeks red with embarrassment and she excused herself and went in the washroom. She cringed at the way they were all poking fun at Atharva. The washroom was lavish and she was impressed how luxurious it was. She had already handed over the huge necklace to her mom before sitting in the car. She carefully removed her earrings and placed it in the velvet box. Next, she removed her bangles, letting only the red ones. She scrubbed her face clean as the make up was irritating her a bit too much, since she wasn’t used to it. She brushed her hair thoroughly, trying to get the hair spray and back comb out of her hair. After spending around 15 minutes in the washroom and removing every trace of make up, she knew she couldn’t spend more time inside and came out.
Nishchay, Atharva’s cousin, who was standing near the window overlooking the Gateway of India, exclaimed, “That’s a fantastic view Atharva. Would look ethereal in the morning.”
Krunal burst out laughing, “Sorry boss. But he has a lot to keep himself occupied tonight.”
Shruti could barely control her laughter at the lewd comments, and glanced at Atharva, who was more or less tongue tied himself. Shankar got up and said, “Let’s get moving guys. Let them enjoy.”
All of them started moving out when Shankar faked, “Oh! Never mind… we can stay for a while more. It’s only 1 a.m. Abhi toh poori raat baaki hai.”
They continued to tease for a while more, before they all finally left.
The lovebirds were alone at last. Atharva was brimming with emotions, but he had vowed to take it slowly, for her sake. By the time he locked the room, she had gone and stood near the window, and was taking in the view. To her dreamy eyes, everything seemed to be tainted with love that day. The Gateway of India was clearly visible, basking in the glory of the moonlight. Tiny unmanned boats were also visible, scattered in the water. Just as she was soaking in the vision, two arms snaked around her waist, engulfing her in his embrace. She had been so lost, that it took her a fraction to pull herself back from the serene view. At once, the warmth of his embrace paled everything else. Her heartbeat increased manifolds, in anticipation of what lay ahead. He cocooned his head in the nape of her neck and gazed outside the window, wanting to capture these moments forever. Mumbai, the city that never sleeps, somehow seemed to have slowed down and rest, unlike the two souls, who had although united spiritually and emotionally, were waiting for the physical unification and erasing the only distance they were yet to traverse.
Shruti wanted to savour these moments, and tightened her hold on his hands. She was ready to devote herself completely to the one man, who had managed to win her over through his gestures, love and care. Atharva noticed her hands and remarked, “Let me have a look at your mehendi now.”
Saying so, he sat on a chair near the window pane, and pulled her on his lap. She looked at him with dazed eyes and shrieked, “Atharva!”
He grinned and bit his lip, “We are officially married today and can take all the liberty in the world. Don’t you dare ‘Atharva’ me.”
She bit her tongue, as she realised that she had protested out of habit, and looked at him sheepishly. He pulled her hands to observe her mehendi keenly. After a minute or so, he noticed that she was keeping her fingers joined, and thought there was something fishy. He intertwined his fingers which made her relax her’s and he turned her palm. When loosening his grip, he noticed his name in between the thumb and the index finger, written in very small letters. He grabbed her hand and said, “Toh idhar chhupa ke rakha hai mujhe.” He chuckled when she pouted and said, “Kya Atharva… I thought you won’t be able to find.”
He embraced her again and whispered, “So what do I get?”
This reminded her, and she got up, “Oh! I just remembered… I have got something for you.”
She quickly got a box from her bag along with a card. It was another of those cards which she had got from Korea. There was a rectangular box which she urged him to open. He looked at her and said, “This is beyond amazing Shru! Loved it…” She removed the bracelet from the box and made him wear it. He too got a box from his bag and gave it to her, “Hope you like it.”
Shruti’s eyes sparkled as much as the diamonds as she said, “Oh Yes! The earrings are exquisite. Thank you.”
Atharva noticed a small coffee table tucked away on one side, on top of which, lay a heart shaped chocolate cake. He noticed a card lying beside it, which read,
‘Have a happy married life. Congratulations to the newly weds.’
With best compliments,
The Taj Palace Hotel Management.
Shruti exclaimed, “How sweet of them, hai na?”
Atharva nodded and suggested, “How about cutting it?”
She was about to blurt that she was too full to have another morsel but then bit her tongue, realising the purpose and said instead, “Yeah of course.”
Holding the knife together, they cut the cake while Shruti wished him softly, “Happy wedding to us.”
Atharva ogled at her and said even more softly, “Togetherness, forever.”
He took a piece of cake and fed her. When she was about to do the same, he stopped her, took her in his embrace and whispered so softly that she could barely hear, “I would like to relish my dessert in a different way, if you don’t mind.”
Before she could respond, he captured her lips in a feathery kiss. She gasped at the touch she had been craving for since so long and opened her mouth. He took advantage and plunged deep into her mouth, devouring both her as well as the cake. She had put her arms around his neck, to stabilise herself. He remarked huskily, “That was the most delectable cake I have ever relished.”
Shruti felt goosebumps all over, his words were having that effect on her. She peered into his eyes and saw that he was having a hard time to leash his passion in control. It moved her that such a virile man, who had been brimming with passion, was putting her comfort as his priority. She kissed him lightly on the cheeks, thanking him in her own way, for being such a selfless person. His grip on her back tightened as he recalled, “Remember our first kiss Shru? It was exactly like this. But thankfully, today we won't have to stop ourselves. It’s been one hell of a time and you have no inkling.” She blushed at the mention of their first intimate encounter and realised that they had indeed come a long way.
His hands were wandering on her back, caressing her all the while, slowly inching towards her waist, her sensitive point. He squeezed it and without a doubt, had the desired effect. She clung onto him and hugged him tightly. She kissed the nape of his neck, inhaling the musky aroma of his perfume, which triggered her senses, giving a new high. He took in a quick breath, waiting for more, but when she couldn’t take the initiative, he couldn’t resist any longer and captured the sweet nectar of her lips in a kiss which created a storm within them. It was a mating of lips, digging in the deep valley of her mouth, licking her insides, which tasted of chocolate and intoxicated his senses further. He pushed her towards the wall near the cabinet, while his hands commenced a journey of their own. He let himself the liberty of touching her without inhibitions that day. He traced the neckline of her gown, caressing the skin by letting his finger creep underneath. A shiver ran down her body as she realised where it was heading to. She felt as if she would burst, not knowing whether his kiss was playing more havoc with her senses or his fingers.
She broke the contact to catch a breath, only to witness the gleam in his eyes as he knew the kind of effect he had on her. His hand took over and continued to explore the contours of her body more boldly, at last touching her bosom. The very next moment, his mouth traversed on the same journey as his fingers, which made her bosom heave. She squeezed her eyes shut, and held tightly onto his back. Before she knew, he had opened a couple of buttons on the side of her outfit. She muttered in a tone full of agony, “Atharva please.”
He looked into her eyes, all the while caressing her skin that had been exposed, making her lose her senses. He said in a husky voice, “I have spent sleepless nights imagining you in a hot, lacy turquoise nightwear Shru. You have no clue how many times I have fantasised about it. Please go and change into it before I lose my control completely.”
Shruti somehow gathered her senses, fetched her nightwear from her bag without uttering a word and went in the washroom. Meanwhile, Atharva too removed his tie and jacket, and put it on the back of the chair. He opened his bag and removed the packet, keeping it handy on the bedside table. Shruti, on the other hand, fumbled with her outfit. She had been too shy to wear the lacy, see-through outfit and had bought matching lingerie to wear underneath. She ran a hand through her hair, looked at herself in the full length mirror and quickly donned the matching robe, without which, she wouldn’t have had the guts to step out. Atharva did a quick turn when he heard the door open and grinned when he saw her hands clutching at her robe. He cupped her face and kissed her on the forehead, easing her anxiety a bit. He continued to shower kisses on her face, quickly moving towards where he had left. His hand glided over hers, urging her silently to allow him access and open it. After a momentary hesitation, her own desire took over, craving to feel him. He quickly opened the knot and pulled it apart, gawking at the beauty which his beloved had been hiding underneath. She couldn’t meet his gaze, unsure of what she would see in his eyes.
She blushed when she heard him sharply draw a breath, and appreciate her. “Worth the wait. And I must say, truth is far more beautiful than my fantasy.” She bit her lip and couldn’t meet his eyes. He fingered the straps of the baby doll outfit and slowly slid them down her shoulders. Her breath quickened as he started kissing the upper globes, that were far more exposed in this sexy outfit. She felt her throat go dry when he pulled the straps down further, giving him more access. She knew there was no holding back now, and finally allowed herself to get carried away with the sensations that were erupting within her.
Atharva wanted to devour the hidden treasures, but more than that, he wanted it to be a memory they could cherish forever. He wanted her to be just as much a part of it, as him. He didn’t delve further, as she had expected. Instead, he suggestively whispered, “I found my name and won the bet. Time to ask for something.” His eyes glittered with mischief and an uncontrollable desire. She could barely voice, “What…”
He smirked, “I am sure you know how to open a couple of shirt buttons.”
She asked dubiously, “You mean to say you want me to open yours?!”
He bit his lip and nodded, gawking at her, seeing the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. He coaxed, “Come on.. it’s not so difficult. I am being considerate. I could have asked you to do something beyond your imagination.” She felt all shy and simply hugged him. He held her in a tight embrace, giving her time to adjust. Meanwhile, his hands couldn’t resist playing erotic games, owing to the exotic lingerie on display.
Shruti’s senses were oscillating, trying to restrain her at one moment, and the very next, she felt like giving into her carnal needs. His wandering hands were pushing her to break all barriers. She had apprehensions, but more than that, she knew the implicit trust she had in Atharva would help her to tide through it. She gently disentangled herself from his embrace and with trembling fingers, opened the buttons, one at a time. He was glad to see her take the initiative and held on to her hands. However, half way down, she lost her courage and shielded herself in the warmth of his chest. His heartbeats quickened, chest heaving with the passion that was building up. She hugged him tight, putting her hands around him, feeling him hold her tighter, not leaving any space between them, crushing her into him. The warmth that seeped superseded all other emotions, making her feel safe. She stood on her tip toes and whispered, “I love you.” He replied, “Love you too,” and bit her earlobe. He spent a while tantalising her hot spot, and sending her into frenzy. She moaned his name, which tipped him off and he moved with her towards the huge, inviting bed.
He laid her down, undid the last few buttons of his shirt in a hurry and removed his vest. She had been eyeing him, and such a simple act tickled her pulses. Within no time, he bent over her, ready to take their pleasure to the next level. He gently let his fingers work their magic, as they travelled down her hand, then waist, lower down, touching the hem of her short outfit, down her thighs, towards her knees. She had started squirming, with the building anticipation. Looking at her reaction pleased him immensely. He inched his hands upwards again, this time touching the insides of her thighs. She spontaneously grabbed him, not knowing what else to do. He instantly came up on her, towering over her. She gazed in his eyes, running her fingers through his hair. He knew then, that they were in sync as he could see the reflection of his own desire in her eyes. He sought her permission with his eyes, gauging her reaction when his fingers traveled north, and he slowly touched her bosom. The reaction was visible and he couldn’t control himself and squeezed it with his palm. She gave a deep moan, gulping a lump in her throat. His need spiralled and before she knew, he whisked off her nightwear, leaving her in her scanty lingerie. Her cheeks turned beet root red, as she felt the blaze from his eyes would melt her.
Atharva took his time revering her body, basked in the soft, yellow light from the lamp. He
traced a swirling pattern on her navel, making her grip the bed sheet, as it sent sensations unknown to her and she felt her core burn. He then toyed with the strings that held her bottom in place, when Shruti caught his hand, uncertainty clouding her eyes again. He left it and took her lips with a force that took her mind away from everything else. She realised the full extent of his arousal, as he let his weight on her. She succumbed to the passion that was brimming and out of sheer need, guided his hand towards her flimsy garment. That action added fuel to the fire and he all but tore it from her shoulders. He quickly reached behind her back, and after a couple of futile attempts, managed to unhook it. His breath quickened as he removed it. Shruti was about to cover herself with her hands, but Atharva was quick and held both her hands with his one hand and pinned them up above her head. She started whimpering as his mouth and tongue worshipped the creamy globes. The senses heightened as his grip tightened on her wrist, not allowing her to shy away this time. While she was lost in the throes of new sensations, he took advantage and she didn’t realise when he unfastened the knot of her bottom. It gave away easily; she realised this when his hands wandered and touched her intimately. She squealed in astonishment which made Atharva shift upwards and seal her mouth in the most effective way. His fingers continued to explore, sending signals for the ultimate mating.
Shruti was at her peak now, ready to explode as she felt her bosom flatten under his pressure. He then broke the lip lock and devoured the dark peaks that had been craving for his attention since long. He tongued, and pulled them into his mouth. Shruti reacted in the wildest way possible, and arched her back involuntarily, as a reflex action. He made a deep guttural sound, latching onto the peaks, devoting his undivided attention to them, sucking and licking them alternately.
His own needs had reached a pinnacle and he quickly removed all barriers in between them. He had taken it as slowly as humanly possible but he had reached his limits. He quickly opened the packet and did the needful. Her eyes reflected her anxiety which reminded him to take it gently. He eased over her, soothing the lines of worry over her forehead, which moved her. She knew he would be careful and voiced it. “I trust you implicitly Atharva. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”
He gave her a peck on her cheek, her eyes, cupped her face and trembled, “It might hurt jaanu, I am not sure.”
She clenched her teeth, waiting for the ultimate union. The moment he entered, it felt as if the world had catapulted and an unexpected cry rose from her throat. He panicked and quickly stepped back, saying in a worried tone, “Gosh Shru! Let it be…”
He simply took her in his arms, cradling her, patting her on her back, soothing her. The momentary pain subsided and Shruti started having guilt pangs. She urged in a teary voice, “Sorry for putting you off Atharva. I didn’t intend to…”
He didn’t let her finish, pacifying, “It’s okay.. don’t think too much, I was scared of hurting you. Sorry.” He pecked her, patting her on her head.
Shruti gathered courage and suggested, “Can we try again? I promise not to scream.”
Atharva refused to budge at first but after she requested repeatedly, he looked in her eyes, cupped her face and asked, “Are you sure?” She nodded her head in approval.
He joked, “If you keep screaming like this, I am sure the guests in the adjoining rooms will get a fair idea of what is happening here.”
She blushed and whacked him lightly on his back. He fondled her intimately for a while, till they both reached the heights of arousal and then, very carefully entered her. This time, when Shruti felt the searing pain, she instinctively dug her nails into his back. He remained still for a few moments, both lay panting, both bodies adjusting to the sudden invasion. Then, when he slowly started moving back and forth, another series of sensations tore her body and the only way she knew to stop herself was by biting him hard on the shoulder. Atharva squeezed his eyes, when he felt sparks, ready to ignite them. Within no time, he increased his pace, and the sensations overtook both the bodies, and before they realised, they exploded, first Shruti and then in another moment, Atharva.
Their bodies were soaked in perspiration, as they lay motionless for a while, exhausted with the recent upheaval that they had gone through. Shruti ran her fingers through his hair, caressing him when he looked at her and questioned with a concerned voice, “Are you alright?” She smiled lovingly at him, “More than alright. Thanks a ton Atharva for being so caring.” She kissed him very tenderly and mumbled, “I had a lot of apprehensions, but you tackled it so well. I know you don’t voice out often, but I am touched. Love you.”
Atharva snuggled and responded, “Love you too. Your happiness is my only priority.”
They both lay pent up, in each others’ arms, drifting away to a blissful sleep, celebrating their togetherness, spending a night which will be forever etched in their memories, a night that seemed infinite in it’s innumerable dimensions. It was as if their souls had traveled a distance of thousand miles, undergoing a metamorphosis, which had changed their lives in every way possible.
To be continued….
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