Warning: Mature content ahead, not suitable for my junior readers. ;)

The air was thick with anticipation as Shikha and Kesha delved into a conversation that ventured into uncharted territory. Kesha's eyes twinkled with mischievous excitement.

"Shikha, you should consider buying something special for yourself," Kesha suggested, her tone laced with enthusiasm.

Shikha looked puzzled. "Special? Kesha, I'm comfortable with how I am. Mohit loves me just the way I am."

Kesha rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Oh, Shikha, you really don't understand, do you? Husbands enjoy seeing their wives look alluring, and Mohit is no exception."

Shikha raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really?"

"Absolutely," Kesha said, leaning in with a wink. "You need to drive him wild. That's the key to truly exciting him."

Shikha considered this new perspective. "Alright, I didn't realize that."

"You will," Kesha assured her. "I'll guide you through it. There's much more to this than you think." She winked again.

Shikha was skeptical. "What's there to learn? Isn't it something that just happens naturally?"

"I know," Kesha said, shaking her head. "But putting in a bit of effort can enhance the experience. It can turn it into something truly memorable."

"Enhancement? I'm feeling a bit anxious. I've never been in such a situation before, and the thought of it is quite daunting."

"Trust me, Shikha," Kesha said soothingly. "The pleasure far outweighs the initial discomfort. What you're feeling is completely normal."

"Are you sure?" Shikha's voice quivered with uncertainty.

"Believe me, I'm experienced," Kesha said with a reassuring smile.

Shikha sighed. "Okay, so what should I wear?"

"Nothing," Kesha teased, laughing as Shikha's face turned a deep shade of crimson. "Just kidding! We'll find you a beautiful nightdress."

Shikha's eyes widened in surprise. "A nightdress? Kesha, I've never worn one before."

"Exactly why you're still a virgin," Kesha quipped with a smirk.

"Was that supposed to be a joke?" Shikha asked, a hint of irritation in her voice.

"Up to you," Kesha said, brushing off the comment. "But we're running out of time, so let's get going."

"Alright, but let me inform Mohit," Shikha said.

Kesha chuckled. "Are you really going to tell him you're buying a nightdress to spice things up?"

Shikha blushed furiously and remained silent.

"Don't tell him anything," Kesha said. "Let's just go."

At the mall, Shikha tried on various nightdresses, but Kesha rejected them all until she found one with a flowing robe. After trying it on, Kesha was delighted, and they made the purchase.

That evening, Mohit and Shikha returned home. Shikha discreetly hid the nightdress in her cupboard. During dinner, Mohit casually mentioned, "So, the five days are almost over, right?"

Shikha choked slightly on her food. "Yes, today is the fourth day."

"Good," Mohit said with a grin. "That means Saturday will be the night."

Shikha coughed nervously. "Yes, Saturday night."

"Are you feeling nervous?" Mohit asked, noticing her discomfort.

"No, I'm fine," Shikha said, trying to mask her anxiety.

"Great," Mohit said. "We'll enjoy the evening, just the two of us."

Shikha managed a strained smile. "Yes, just the two of us."

After dinner, they went to bed. The next morning, Shikha woke up to find Mohit missing. She searched the balcony and the washroom but couldn't find him. Finally, she discovered him in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

"What are you doing?" Shikha asked, surprised.

"Just felt like cooking today," Mohit replied cheerfully. "Get ready, and we'll have breakfast together."

"Great," Shikha said, a smile returning to her face. "Did you make something for me too?"

"Of course," Mohit said. "I'm quite the cook. Go on, get ready."

As Shikha was about to leave, Mohit called out, "Shikha..."

She turned around. "Yes?"

"Look your best today. I want to be mesmerized," he said with a playful wink.

Shikha's heart fluttered. She hurried to get ready. When she emerged, Mohit approached her and whispered in her ear, "I'm also getting ready. Then it will just be you and me."

Shikha, her nerves on edge, asked, "Just you and me? Isn't that for tonight?"

Mohit burst into laughter. "Shikha, you're so amusing. I was talking about breakfast!"

Embarrassed, Shikha blushed deeply. Mohit then added, "If you want, we could have a little fun now..."

"No way," Shikha said, pushing him gently. "Go get ready; I'm starving."

Mohit smiled, sensing her nervousness. "Are you scared, Shikha?"

Shikha nodded slightly, her anxiety evident.

"It's completely normal to feel scared," Mohit reassured her. "It's your first time. I promise to be gentle."

"Okay," Shikha said. "Go on."

After breakfast, they headed to the office. Throughout the day, Kesha's advice made Shikha increasingly apprehensive.

That evening, as Mohit drove them home, he suddenly stopped the car at a market.

"What's wrong?" Shikha asked, puzzled.

"I was thinking," Mohit began hesitantly, "since we're taking a new step in our relationship, I want to make sure it's safe. I don't want to do anything without protection."

Shikha gulped, her anxiety intensifying. Mohit stepped out of the car and returned after five minutes with the necessary items. Shikha remained silent.

Back home, Shikha prepared dinner while Mohit took a shower. He emerged looking incredibly handsome in his fitted t-shirt and loose pajama. After dinner, Shikha, feeling determined, went straight to the washroom and locked the bedroom door from the inside.

Mohit was surprised but waited patiently. Half an hour later, Shikha emerged from the bathroom, clad in a two-piece nightgown. The robe, however, hung loosely on her frame, failing to complement her body. She had applied a bit more makeup than usual, including a bold red lipstick, as Kesha had advised. Stepping in front of Mohit, who was absorbed in watching TV, she caught his attention.

His eyes widened in surprise as he took in her appearance from head to toe, and then he burst into laughter. Turning off the TV, he laughed heartily, clutching his stomach. The sight of Shikha in the ill-fitting nightgown struck him as both amusing and disheartening. Embarrassment washed over Shikha, and her eyes grew moist. Mohit, noticing her distress, tried to stifle his laughter and approached her.

"Do you not like it?" Shikha asked, her voice tinged with a pout.

"What is this?" Mohit asked, his tone mixing amusement and concern. "I'm sure you didn't choose this on your own. It's so loose." He gently wiped away her tears.

Shikha looked down, feeling dejected. "No... Kesha suggested it..."

"Kesha suggested it?" Mohit chuckled.

"Yes," Shikha admitted.

"Why did you listen to her?"

"She said that if I wore this, you'd go crazy," Shikha replied, her voice trembling.

Mohit's laughter erupted again, but it was mixed with a tender, reassuring tone. Seeing Shikha's tears, he pulled her close. "Hey, Shikha, don't cry. I'm sorry, but I actually think you look great just the way you are. You don't need these odd clothes. You look incredibly sexy in your loose t-shirt and pajamas."

A blush spread across Shikha's cheeks at his compliment.

"What other advice did Kesha give you?" Mohit asked, curious.

"Why should I tell you?" Shikha responded, still feeling shy.

"Alright, let's not waste any more time," Mohit said with a smile. "Let's go to the room." Shikha simply nodded in agreement.

They moved into the bedroom.

Shikha's nerves were evident. "I'm scared, Mohit... isn't it going to hurt?"

"Don't worry, sweetie," Mohit said soothingly. "I'll be gentle." He drew her close and sealed her lips with his. Their kiss was tender and full of passion. Shikha's hands found their way to Mohit's neck, while Mohit's hands roamed her back. They moaned softly, lost in each other's embrace.

As they approached the bed, they sank down onto it, still entwined in their kiss. Mohit removed his t-shirt, and Shikha's hands glided over his bare chest. Mohit's lips moved from her lips to her neck, chin, eyes, and forehead. He slid his hand around her waist, pulling her closer, his other hand cradling her face. Shikha felt a flurry of sensations, her moans increasing as she recalled Kesha's advice.

Mohit's control began to waver. He kissed her neck passionately, leaving red marks on her skin. He paused and whispered, "Are you okay?"

Shikha swallowed hard. "Hmm... And you?"

"What could happen to me?" Mohit responded with a playful grin. He kissed her again, their mouths meeting in a deeper kiss. Shikha felt herself melting into his embrace.

Mohit's hands slid down her shoulders, gently pulling off the robe. As it fell away, exposing her deep valley, Shikha pushed him back. "What are you doing?" she gasped, crossing her arms over her chest.

Mohit was taken aback, not by her reaction, but by the sight of what lay beneath the robe. She wore a red, skin-tight nightgown with an extremely low-cut neckline, revealing much of her assets. He gulped, visibly affected by how stunning she looked. They remained on their knees, and Mohit's admiration was evident.

"Kesha suggested this dress, but why did you wear this dreadful robe over it?" Mohit asked, his voice tinged with admiration. "You look absolutely stunning." He blew out a breath, unable to contain his awe. Mohit, still laughing, held the robe behind him. "I can see how beautiful you are. Don't hide."

"Mohit, please give it back," Shikha said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Why are you so shy?" Mohit asked, noticing the backless design of the nightdress. He chuckled at her innocence. "What are you trying to hide?"

Mohit leaned forward and began placing tender kisses on her back. Shikha, feeling overwhelmed, melted under his touch. As Mohit moved to kiss her neck, chin, and eyes, he pulled her closer, his hands gently exploring her waist.

Shikha moaned his name repeatedly, recalling Kesha's advice. Mohit, losing himself in the moment, began kissing her more passionately. He unfastened the straps of her nightdress and continued his loving exploration.

After a while, Mohit, still on his knees, looked up at Shikha. "Are you okay?"

Shikha, sweating and trembling, replied, "Yes... and you?"

"I'm fine," Mohit said with a reassuring smile, kissing her once more.

He gently extended her legs and removed his clothes. Shikha closed her eyes, shivering with anticipation as Mohit prepared to take their relationship to this new level.

"Look at me, Shikha," Mohit said softly. "Nothing will happen. Don't be scared."

Shikha opened her eyes, her forehead glistening with sweat. "I'm scared... it's going to hurt, isn't it?"

"Just a little," Mohit said, his voice tender. "I'll be gentle."

Shikha, tears brimming, nodded. "Will there be bleeding?"

"Yes, it's your first time," Mohit said, bracing himself. "It might be a bit painful."

"What about you? Is this your first time too?" Shikha asked, her voice filled with concern.

"Shikha, I've never done this before," Mohit admitted softly. "But it's not just about me. I've gathered some knowledge from experience."

Shikha's eyes widened in surprise. "How do you know so much about this?"

Mohit looked at her with a serious expression. "Shikha, I'm not a child. Are you really being this unreasonable?"

"I'm not being unreasonable," Shikha retorted. "Just tell me, how many girlfriends have you had?"

"This is getting a bit too intense, Shikha," Mohit said, feeling uncomfortable. "I know this because I'm a guy, and most guys watch porn. During college, I..."

"What? You watched porn? You never mentioned this before," Shikha exclaimed, her voice filled with shock.

"Oh my God, Shikha, can you believe we're discussing this now? These days, many people watch it—it's not a big deal," Mohit said.

"For your information, I've never watched any," Shikha replied firmly.

"Alright, enough of this. Just tell me if you want to go through with this or not," Mohit said, his voice steady but gentle.

Shikha nodded, her face tearful. "Yes," she said softly.

Mohit placed his hands gently on her knees. "Shikha, keep looking into my eyes and just say my name," he instructed, his voice soothing.

Shikha nodded, and as Mohit leaned over her, she hugged him tightly.

"Just stay calm," Mohit whispered softly. He entered her slowly, pausing as Shikha cried out in pain.

"Mohit... it hurts... please, can we stop?" Shikha pleaded through her tears.

"Shhh... the pain will lessen soon. See, I'm not moving," Mohit whispered, trying to comfort her.

Shikha's nails dug into Mohit's shoulder with a grip that made him wince, yet he remained steadfast, refusing to move. The intensity of the moment was palpable, as Mohit gradually began to move, his motions deliberate and measured. Shikha, caught in the throes of this profound experience, chanted his name like a sacred mantra, each utterance laced with the weight of her emotions. Slowly, the sharp sting of discomfort melted away, giving rise to an overwhelming wave of pleasure that enveloped her entirely.

In her mind, she recalled Kesha's advice, each word resonating like a soothing balm. The pain had evolved into a blissful ecstasy, a sensation so profound it seemed to fill every corner of her being. She felt a completeness she had never known before, a union of body and soul that transcended mere physicality.

The room was thick with the scent of their shared fervor, their bodies slick with sweat. Mohit, now overwhelmed by a euphoric high, withdrew gently and lay down beside her. Shikha turned away slightly, her heart swelling with a happiness that defied description. It was a rare and exquisite emotion, one that spoke of intimacy and connection at its most profound level. In that moment, they were bound together not just by their physical union, but by a deeper, almost spiritual bond.

Panting, Mohit gently touched Shikha's shoulder. "Hey, Shikha, are you okay? Did I hurt you more than I should?" he asked with genuine concern.

Shikha turned to face him, her eyes shining with tears of joy. She placed a tender kiss on his lips. "Thank you, Mohit," she said, her voice filled with emotion.

"I should be the one thanking you. I'm so in love with you," Mohit replied, his eyes full of affection.

"I love you too, Mohit," Shikha whispered.

"Is it still painful?" Mohit asked, his concern evident.

"No, I'm fine now," Shikha assured him, her smile radiating relief.

"Thank God," Mohit said, visibly relieved.

"Mohit, you've made me feel complete today. I've never felt this satisfied and happy before. I want to be with you always," Shikha said, her voice trembling with emotion.

Mohit smiled and pulled her into a warm embrace. "I feel the same way. I'm so grateful to have you in my life. I never imagined I would fall for someone like this."

"Me too," Shikha agreed.

"I want to be with you always. You've become my world now. My world... JUST YOU AND ME," Mohit said, kissing her forehead tenderly.

"JUST YOU AND ME?" Shikha asked, looking up at him.

"Yes, JUST YOU AND ME," Mohit confirmed, holding her close.

And so, they lived happily ever after.

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