Nitya

Quietly humming to myself, I prepare morning tea for Prathamji and me.

Since I woke up, I have found that I just can't stop smiling. It's like there is a glow inside me that I can't quite put into words.

Perhaps it's because of the last night.

My cheeks flush just thinking about it, and I bite my lip as the moments from the last night flashes in my mind.

My hands reach for the tea leaves but my mind drifts back to those moments repeatedly.

The way his hands had felt on my skin, the way his lips had claimed me.

"I love you," he had whispered in that deep, husky voice of his, his breath warm against my ear when he held me close while I shattered in his arms.

The tea begins to boil, but I'm lost in the flash of memories.

The way he had kissed me—like he couldn't get enough of me. His lips had been insistent, his hands roaming across my body and pulling me closer until there was no space between us. I had gasped into his mouth, my hands clutching at his shoulders, feeling the strength in him as he claimed me over and over again.

I suck in a breath as I remember the way his hands had moved, tracing every inch of me like he knew exactly how to unravel me.

And oh, how I had come undone beneath his touch.

The first time he took me last night, his touch had been slow, deliberate. He had taken his time, whispering those words into my ear that made my heart race and my breath hitch. His fingers slid down my body—a soft, teasing caress that left me aching for more. He explored all my curves, each dip of my body, and when he finally touched me where I wanted him most, I had cried out. He knew exactly how to coax that tension from deep within me, his harder and faster thrusts building that pleasure within me until I couldn't hold back any longer. And when I reached that peak, I had felt like I was flying, his name on my lips as I let go completely.

My whole body warms, the heat rising to my cheeks as the memory of that first pleasure from last night hits me.

But it didn't end there. He took me again.

If the first time had been soft, the second time was wild, raw. His hands had gripped my hips, pulling me toward him with a need that matched my own. I had felt the strength of his desire, the way his body had moved against mine, and I had responded with equal intensity. His mouth had been everywhere, marking me and making sure I knew I was his in every sense of the word. With his one hand tangled in my hair as he kissed me, his other hand had roamed lower, pressing into my core with the perfect amount of pressure, and before I knew it, he had me trembling beneath him again. The second time had been even more intense, leaving me breathless, my body shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure.

My hands tremble from the recollection of that pleasure as I stir the tea, and I shake my head, trying but failing to stop thinking about last night.

Afterward, Prathamji had held me close, whispering soft, tender words in my ear. "You are perfect, Nitya. Perfect and beautiful," he had said.

Too shy to respond, when I had buried my face in his chest, he had tightened his arms around me, pulling me even closer.

"You are everything to me," he had added, and my heart had swelled at his words. Tears had sprung to my eyes as I felt completely cherished by him.

I smile to myself as I turn off the gas, pouring the tea over the cups. My body still feels a little sore from last night, but I don't mind. In fact, I'd love to be sore agai—

Stop it, Nitya. You did that just last night and you want it again? What would Prathamji think of it?

Slightly giggling, I am about to place the cups in a tray when I hear familiar footsteps behind me.

Prathamji.

"Why is your face so red?" He asks when he reaches me, his voice low and teasing.

"It's not red," I reply quickly, turning away from him to grab the cup from the counter to hand it to him.

But before I can lift the cup, I feel his arms trap me, his body pressing against mine from behind, caging me in. His breath is hot against my neck, and my pulse quickens instantly, a shiver running down my spine.

"You were thinking about last night, weren't you?" He whispers into my ear, and I gasp softly as I feel him nudge closer. His lips graze the side of my neck, sending sparks of electricity through me.

I try to twist around to face him, but his arms hold me firmly in place, his lips moving up to the spot just beneath my ear.

"Prathamji," I breathe, my voice trembling with a mix of need and restraint. "Not in the kitchen."

But he doesn't listen. His hands grip my waist, pulling me back against him, his lips now over my shoulder, his hands sliding my blouse down my arm.

I bite my lip to keep from moaning, trying to hold on to some shred of control.

"Why not here?" He murmurs, his lips brushing my skin with each word. "No one's here but us. I want you, Nitya."

I feel myself melting in his words and touch, but I manage to say, "Not here. Please."

He growls softly, but I feel his grip loosen.

In one swift motion, he turns me around and lifts me into his arms, carrying me out of the kitchen as if I weigh nothing. His mouth finds mine, and I can't hold back anymore. I kiss him back with all the hunger that's been simmering inside me since recalling our moments from last night.

The kiss is rough, desperate, filled with need. His lips are firm, claiming mine with such ferocity that it makes my head spin.

I barely register that we have reached the living room until he breaks the kiss and sets me down on the couch, his hands still gripping me tightly as if he can't bear to let go.

Before I can adjust myself on the couch, he pulls me closer, his mouth capturing mine again in a kiss that steals my breath away.

There is no room for tenderness now. It's all raw passion. The kind that makes me ache for him in ways I didn't know were possible.

He lifts me so that I straddle him, feeling the heat radiating off him, matching the fire that's building inside me.

He lips graze down my throat, nipping my skin there, his breath hot against my skin as he growls my name between kisses. I can barely think, barely breathe. All I know is him, the feel of his body against mine, the way he is looking at me as if I'm his entire world.

Everything else fades away, the only sound in the air the heavy breaths we are sharing, his growls, and the soft moans that escape me when his hands grip me tighter.

He divests me off my clothes before quickly taking off his clothes and rolling the condom over his length—which I shyly look at—and sitting on the couch, making me straddle him again. His lips again rough and insistent against mine.

I gasp, tightly clutching his shoulders as he enters me with a hard thrust. Moving in and out of me as his hands explore every inch of me. It's overwhelming, but it's so wonderful. Oh, so wonderful that I don't want him to stop. I don't any of it to stop.

He moves faster now, his hands guiding me as I move against him, the friction sending waves of pleasure through me.

"You are mine," he growls, his voice rough, raw. The possessiveness in his tone makes my heart race.

"Yours," I whisper back. "I'm yours."

My world narrows to just this moment, just the feel of him against me, inside me, and the overwhelming intensity of it all.

When I finally let go, it's like an explosion, the pleasure too much to bear.

"Oh God, Pratham," I cry out, my body trembling with the force of the pleasure washing through me.

Yet, he doesn't stop. He pulls me closer, rougher, his own release coming moments later with a deep growl that echoes through the room.

I collapse against him, both of us breathing hard, our body still tangled together. His hands are gently now, stroking my hair, my back, as we come down from the high.

"I love you," he says, his voice full of warmth and tenderness.

"I love you too," I tell him, my voice still breathless.

The next moment, I sit up in his lap, my eyes wide as I look at the direction of kitchen.

"What happened, Nitya?" He asks, his gaze following mine.

"Ab tak toh chai thandi hogayi hogi," I reply, and he laughs.

("Tea must have gone cold by now.")

"Koi baat nahi. Iss baar chai main banadunga," he says, pulling me close.

("It's okay. I'll make tea this time.")

Nodding, I smile and snuggle against him.

*****

Pratham

"Ready for your next surprise?" I ask, smiling at Nitya after we are done eating lunch.

Her eyes widen, curiosity sparkling in them. "I'm so excited for it. Will you tell me about the surprise now?"

"Instead of telling you, I'll show it to you," I say.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll know soon," I answer, and holding her hand, I lead her out of the farmhouse.

I stop the car after driving for an hour. "We are here," I tell Nitya, smiling and shaking my head as she excitedly gets out of the car, toward the open field that stretches ahead of us.

Taking her hand, I lead her to the stable, eager to see her reaction when she sees it too.

When we reach there, I stop just outside the door and turn to her. "This is the surprise."

Her eyes narrow, a puzzled look on her face. "This? Stable?"

"Yes." I push open the door, revealing the two beautiful horses inside.

Her eyes go wide as she gazes at them, and she gasps softly. "Wow. Horses?"

"I thought you might like to try riding. It's something I enjoy doing whenever I'm here, and I figured it could be fun for us to do together."

"Is this why you gave me this tracksuit to wear?" Her gaze shifts between the horses and me, her face lighting up with excitement. "You're going to teach me horse-riding?"

"Only if you want to learn," I reply, already knowing her answer by the excitement bubbling in her voice.

"Yes! I have always wanted to try, but never got the chance," she says, bouncing on her toes slightly. Her enthusiasm is contagious, and I can't help but smile at how eager she is.

I lead her over to one of the horses, a gentle mare I've ridden many times before. "This one is perfect for beginners," I tell her, stroking the horse's neck. "She's calm and patient."

Nitya reaches out, her hand trembling slightly with excitement as she strokes the horse's soft coat. "She's beautiful."

I show her how to mount the horse, and after a little hesitation, she manages to get up with my help. I can see the nervousness in her eyes as she adjusts herself in the saddle, but there is also that spark of determination that I love so much about her.

"You are doing great," I assure her, climbing onto my own horse beside her. "Just relax, and let the horse do the work."

We start slow, just walking the horses around the field. I stay close to her, watching as she starts to relax, gaining confidence with each passing minute.

"This is amazing," Nitya calls out to me, her eyes bright with excitement.

I grin, feeling my heart flutter as I look at her so happy, so carefree. "I knew you'd like it."

We ride for a while, just enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, the rhythmic sound of the horses' hooves against the ground.

After about an hour, I pull the reins to slow my horse down. "How about we stop for a bit?" I ask Nitya.

But she shakes her head. "Can we ride a little longer? Please, Prathamji? I'm really enjoying it."

I chuckle, finding her request adorable. "You don't feel tired?"

"Not at all. I want to ride for some for time. Please?"

"Alright," I relent, unable to deny her.

We ride for another half hour, Nitya's laughter filling the air as she grows more comfortable, even daring to pick up the pace a little.

She is glowing with happiness, and I can't take my eyes off her.

By the time we finally stop, the sun has dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm golden light over the field.

I help Nitya dismount from the horse, and as she stands beside me, flushed from the exertion and excitement, she looks up at me with a smile that makes my heart skip a beat.

"That was incredible," she says, her voice breathless but filled with joy.

Smiling back at her, I brush a hand through her hair. "You did great for your first time."

"Can we come here again, Prathamji? Soon?"

I pull her into a hug. She's looks so adorable when she gazes at me with those big, innocent eyes. "Of course, we can. We'll come here whenever you want to."

"Thank you," she says, wrapping her arms around my waist, and as we stand there, soaking in the peace of the moment, I thank the Gods above for sending her into my life.

Nitya indeed is my blessing, and she is also my love, my everything.