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Pratham

The moment Nitya answers me, I pull her closer, meeting my lips with hers, slowly at first, but with increasing firmness, to make sure she understands that tonight, I am not going to hold back.

She also responds eagerly, her hands finding their way to my shoulders, clinging to me. And as her lips parting beneath mine, I deepen the kiss, taking my time, savoring the taste of her.

Tightening my grip further in her hair, I tilt her head back, breaking the kiss for a moment and pressing my lips to her neck, biting down, then licking the area when she gasps.

Her body tenses against mine, but instead of pulling away, she leans closer to me, her breath hitching. She moves her hands up my chest, gripping the fabric of my shirt. I can feel the urgency in her movements and it makes my pulse quicken.

I run my hands down her sides, feeling the silky fabric of her nighty beneath my fingers. Resting my hand on her hip, when I pull her firmly against me, I feel her tremble, not with fear, but with desire. I can see her chest rising and falling, her eyes reflecting the hunger I also felt for her, and her fingers tightly gripping me.

Sliding my hands back up to her shoulders, I let my fingers brush the curve there. Her skin is warm, with slight shivers running through her.

Without averting my gaze from her, I slowly start to slip the straps down, revealing her inch by inch. Her breathing quickens even more, yet she doesn't turn away or cover herself. Instead, she tilts her head back, allowing herself to be fully seen.

It makes my heart skip a beat because I realize she is giving me everything in this moment—her vulnerability, her desire, her love.

I kiss her again—deeper, more intense this time—and I feel her body arch against mine, soft moans escaping her lips. I pull her closer, sliding her nighty even lower until it's completely off her body.

I suck in a breath when I step back and look at her.

Nitya blushes as I intently gaze at her naked form, her hands curling into fists as if she can't decide whether she wants to let me watch or if she wants to hide.

Holding her hands, I pull her to me, and raise them up her head, all the while kissing her and pressing my fully clothed body against her nakedness.

"You won't hide from me, Nitya," I tell her after I break the kiss. "Not tonight, not ever."

She nods, leaning to kiss me, but I move my head back. "Tonight, you'll take what I give. You'll completely surrender to me tonight, my love. Won't you?"

"Yes, I will," she rasps, and lets out a surprised gasp when I suddenly lift her. She clings to me as I carry her to the bed, her breath warm against my neck as she peppers soft kisses over my skin there.

Placing her on the bed, I stand beside it, unbuttoning my shirt as I gaze at her. Her gaze is hungry as she looks back at me, her hands bunching on the bedsheet, clearly to stop them from covering herself.

After I slide down my shirt, I get on the bed, hovering over her, letting her squirm for a moment before kissing her deeply again, groaning as she archs her body into mine, needing more.

My lips trace a path down her neck, linger at her breasts, kissing and sucking at each of them, alternately using my mouth and hand to tease her nipples, making her moan loudly and feeling her scissoring her legs, perhaps trying to satisfy the hunger my touch was building up within her.

When my mouth reaches her waist, I grip her thighs and spread her legs apart, exposing her to me.

"Pratham," she shrieks. "What are you—"

"Shh, Nitya," I interrupt, looking up at her. "You'll speak only if you feel uncomfortable in any way or want me to stop." I lean slightly toward her core to blow a puff of air, watching with satisfaction as she moans and tries to move it closer to my mouth. "Tell me. Do you want me to stop?"

"No," she immediately answers. "Don't stop, please."

In reply, I only lean closer to her and run my tongue along her slit. I want to push her over the edge, want to watch her unravel beneath me, so I do just that. With my hands, I part her folds and nip at her clit, gently but firmly, licking her up, tasting her.

Soon, her fingers tangle in my hair and her moans get louder.

"That's it, Nitya," I whisper against her sex, pumping two fingers in and out of her as I continue licking her. "Let go. Give in to me, Sweetheart."

And she does—her body trembles, her back archs, and her soft moans turn into something primal, echoing in the room.

A surge of pride washes through me, knowing I gave her that pleasure.

But I'm not finished.

As her breathing slows, I move up, my body pressing into hers, my hands sliding along her sides.

When I face her, I see the need in her eyes. I see my desire still reflecting and shining in those beautiful orbs.

Groaning, I get down from the bed to unbutton my jeans and completely undress myself. Then, getting the condom, I quickly slide it over my length before climbing on the bed again.

I clutch one of her knees, folding it and bringing it up her chest, and then I slide my length into hers spread core, making her gasp and scream as I take her hard, fast, rough, just like she wanted.

"This (thrust!) is what (thrust!) you wanted (thrust!), didn't you (thrust!)?" I ask, rocking even deeper against her, drawing out loud moans from her.

"Yes, yes, yes," Nitya answers, her nails digging into my back.

The sounds of her moans, my ragged breaths, the soft creak of the bed fill the room as we get lost in our hunger, our need for each other.

And as I notice her reach that peak again, her body again starting to tremble, I feel I'm right there with her.

She lets out one final moan, her body convulsing in pleasure, and I follow right after, losing myself in her completely.

"I love you, Nitya," I growl as I let go. "I love you so damn much."

*****

When I wake up the next morning, my eyes immediately find Nitya sleeping peacefully beside me. She looks beautiful, serene, with her hair tousled from the last night and her lips slightly parted.

I can't help but admire her, feeling a pinch in my heart as I realize how intensely I love her. How all-consuming my feelings are for her. And why not? After all, she seems to make everything in my life better just by being in it.

How did I get so lucky? I wonder, reaching out and gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, trying not to wake her.

But she stirs, her eyes fluttering open, and she looks up at me with a soft smile.

"Good morning," she murmurs, her voice still heavy with sleep.

"Good morning," I reply, my hand caressing her cheek. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did," she says, leaning into my touch.

"How are you feeling?"

"Deliciously sore," she answers, reaching up and pulling me in for a kiss.

Just as out lips are about to meet—

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Wake up, Pratham, Nitya! Open the door!"

Hearing Yash shout, I groan, annoyed as I pull back from Nitya.

"Your brother really knows how to get on my nerves," I mutter, shaking my head. "Why the hell is he like this? If he keeps this up, I'll need to rethink my decision to accept his relationship with Dhriti."

"He's not that bad, Prathamji. You are only angry because he interrupted our moment." Nitya giggles softly, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed to get down.

But I grab her arm to stop her. "I won't let you go until you kiss me first."

She opens her mouth to respond, but before she can, another loud bang sounds on the door.

"Open the door, Pratham!" It's Naman bhaiyya this time, his voice urgent. "We need to leave. Dhriti has been taken to the hospital."

Hearing him, a shock runs through me, and I gaze at Nitya to see the same reaction etched on her face.

We both shoot out of the bed and hurriedly open the door.

"Hospital? Why? What happened to Dhriti?" I ask, my heart pounding furiously against my chest as I look at the severe faces of Yash and Naman bhaiyya.

Something is wrong—seriously wrong.