-: SHAMRAT :-

"Ma, I need you to calm down. He is absolutely fine. Arnav has just lost memories  … " I grimaced, at the way it sounded. The Doctors had assured us multiple times that it wasn't a rare occurrence. 

When Arnav had said that he didn't recognise Shri , I had thought he had lost his mind and was joking with us . The moment I was about to smack the shit out of him to choose the worst time to joke, the Dr. had pulled me aside to discuss his condition. 

Him dropping in the pond and almost drowning, had triggered his brain to bury the trauma somewhere deep inside him. A similar incident had happened 3 years back when his feet had slipped and he had dropped into a river. 

Though it was barely for 4 seconds. I had instantly pulled him out and the depth wasn't even above knees. His memories had linked back to the time, when he had slipped into the river, 3 years ago.

Ma's eyes widened as she tried to sit up but I sat down beside her on the couch and encircled her shoulders. Rajeshri passed Ma a reassuring smile.

"What do you mean he has lost memories?"

I filled her in with what the Doctor had told us. 

"He doesn't remember the people he had met and incidents post that accident , including Rajeshri and … "

"And?" Ma's eyebrows furrowed, panic visible on her face now.

"Leila." 

"You gotta be kidding me!" Her mouth fell open as Ma processed my words, the room falling silent for several seconds. 

"I have filled the gaps for him, that Leila is his wife, but I think it's going to take some time for him to come to terms with that." Arnav has given me the most aghast look when I had told him that he was married.

I'm a husband now? How am I a husband?

How was I supposed to answer that ?

"That poor girl. How many tests does she have to endure in her life?" Shaking her head, Ma slumped back on the couch.

Leila's background or upbringing was not something I was familiar with. The only thing I knew was she was an orphan, studying for a Masters in Sociology, funded by a scholarship she had earned when Ma had met her. 

After that Ma had introduced her to Arnav and arranged their marriage . But It was evident she knew more than she had ever disclosed.

I didn't think it was possible for Arnav to ever forget Leila, of all people. He loves her zealously, his entire world encompassing her. 

But, fate does have a sick sense of humor.

"What does that mean, Ma?" Rajeshri asked, piquing my interest as well, but Ma shook her head and clicked her tongue.

"Some other time. For now, I want both of you to take some rest . You had a hectic day." Saying that Ma stood up, and so did we.

Ma cupped Shri's cheeks and pulled her face down to kiss her forehead, bringing a smile to her as well as my face. 

"I am so glad you're safe and sound. And  can't thank you enough for saving my son."

Rajeshri clasped Ma's hands and shook her head. She indeed was so brave out there today, my heart had swelled with pride. 

When the fight had broken out, I had been barely able to register what was happening when I had pushed Rajeshri towards Dipak, undoubtedly sure that he would take her to safety.

Imagine my surprise when I heard a smack and turned back from the men who had been charging at me with a dagger, only to see Rajeshri slapping a man away, to dive into the pond.

I hissed, touching my side, the stinging sensation reminding me again as to why I should have kept my senses alert and eyes at my foes. Shri however was worth all the injuries, bruises and wounds in the world.

-: Rajeshri :-

Leaning back against the pillow, Shamrat ji had pushed against the headrest, I massaged the bridge of my nose, exhaustion pouring out of my limbs. Never have I ever faced such a chaotic day in my life. 

Painkillers had momentarily kept the pain in my forearm at bay but they were bound to return soon. 

Incidents from the morning flashed behind my eyes and I snapped them shut, shaking my head to disperse them away.

Ma, thankfully, wasn't injured, if the minor scratches could be ignored, and same goes for Leila cause she was at quite a distance from the stage. One of the guards had already dragged Leila away as soon as the shooting had begun.

It was just Me and Arnav …

I heaved a deep sigh at the thought of Arnav.

"That's your wife" Shamrat ji pointed at Leila, Arnav's jaw dropping open at his words.

"I got married!?"

"And that's mine, who saved your life. '' He pointed at me, and I waved at Arnav, my face morphed in a half smile.

"You got married as well? Holy motherfu… "

"Language! Not here." Shamrat ji smacked the back of his head. Leila, who was standing by the door of the room, bit the insides of her cheek, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

A wry chuckle escaped my throat at the memory, when Shamrat ji strode back into our bedroom, his lip tucked up in a lopsided grin.

"What made my wife laugh after such an eventful day?" he enquired, sitting across from me, rolling the sleeves of his kurta. The blue veins of his arm protruded against his tanned skin.

So much has happened, who would have thought the day would be a disaster when Shamrat ji had woken me up with his smoldering kisses.

Blood rushed to my face, and my lips curled into a grin at the thought of his delicious kisses. Needless to say, I was embarrassed at how he was showering so many of them on me at the hospital, but it had left me all hot and bothered.

Pushing those thoughts away, I focused back at him, as his eyes raked upon my face, dropping to my neck and then to my chest. 

"Arnav, I didn't know he was that talkative."

"Oh he was . He has changed a lot after his marriage. But it seems like his memories as well as his personality have reverted back to the one from 3 years ago." Shamrat ji's eyes were still dragging down my body, his lip pulled up at a hot smirk, when they abruptly stopped at my forearm, and all traces of mischief disappeared from his face.

Burrowing his brow, he cupped my face and pulled me towards him, our limbs entangling as he made me straddle him.

Interlacing his fingers into my hair, he tugged them back, my lips falling open at the onslaught. "This is the first and last time you have ever put yourself at risk," he sniped, his lips curled up, and jaw tensed, the cords of his neck visible. 

My core tightened at his threat, liquid heat gushing out at his commanding words. Was I ovulating? Why in hell was his anger turning me on?

"Shri?" Tightening his grip on my hair, he tugged me into him, our lips hovering above each other.

Butterflies erupted in my belly, at our proximity, my senses turning fuzzy. Putting my injured arm behind his neck, I skimmed my nails against his scalp, slowly dragging them down his neck.

He shuddered, his eyes flashing at my actions.

"Don't try to distract me. We aren't done discussing your deeds." His voice sounded tight and throaty, making my core tingle as I tried to clamp my legs shut. 

Something hard poked the insides of my thighs, my gaze falling down to his pants.

Licking my teeth, I glanced up at him lazily. His narrowed eyes dropped to my lips as soon as my tongue poked out to lick them, and if possible his clenched jaw tightened.

"Shri … "

"Shh, stop talking," I murmured against his upper lip, dragging my uninjured hand down his neck to his chest. He grit, the grasp on my hair loosening, and his eyes fell shut.

Wounding my legs around his hips, I clasped his neck and dragged my lips from the shell of his ears, dropping open mouthed kisses down the base of his neck.

Shudders rippled across his skin as I licked his Adam's Apple, his shaft constantly poking my thighs as I tried to push my hips against his.

Eyes blazing, his fingers clamped down on my hips as he dragged my body up and down, grinding me, as I continued my assault on his throat.

He grunted, his grip turning bruising and if it wasn't the most delicious sound I have ever heard.

"Darlin'," he groaned, turning his face to nuzzle my shoulder. As I dragged my tongue below his ear, his teeth sank down on my shoulder, making me gasp, tingles shooting down my spine.

Tugging his head back by his hairs, he groaned in protest, as I pulled his face away from me , and left open mouth kisses on his throat, taking my time with licking and suckling each spot.

Dragging his fingers towards my sternum he cupped one of my breasts, and gave it a hard squeeze, making me whimper.

One by one I unbuttoned his kurta, kissing from the base of his throat down his chest, when a rough patch of skin against his hard chest stalled my assault.

My eyes stilled at the scar which I had left on the second day of our marriage. Shamrat ji pulled my hips, grinding my lower body agitation his pelvis.

"Do you regret scarring me ?" he asked, as he realized I was eying his scar, our heavy breaths intermingling. 

I shook my head. His eyes narrowed but I didn't give him any moment to ponder.

"I love it that you carry my mark, it's so hot." Whispering that, I lugged my teeth against the scar, and kissed it, making him growl.

"Enough with your teasing!" 

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I squealed as he pushed his pants down and held me up by my hips, removing my maxi dress and throwing it across the room. Swiftly pulling a condom out of the drawer from his night stand, he rolled it down his length and slowly pulled me down on his girth, my ass coming to rest on top of his balls.

Our moans coincided, as he pushed his body down on the bed. Gripping my throat firmly he pulled my body down until our lips were millimeters from each other.

"Fuck me, now." His rugged command snapped my patience which was holding me back and I pushed my body up my uninjured hand, swirling my hips.

Shamrat ji groaned, his grip on my throat tightening as I balanced my body with one arm against his chest, thrusting in and out at a deliberately slow pace.

My pussy stretched against his enormous hard girth, as he filled me in, inchorenet mewls leaving my throat.

The room ricocheted with the sound of skin slapping against each other,  sounding  slippery and wet, as I realized wetness gushed out of me.

"Just like that, darlin'. Yes, take me." His words sounded so hot in my ears , I started chasing the ecstasy I could draw out of him . The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me turned my limps gooey, my head turning frenzy with pleasure.

"Oh my God, Shamr … " The pressure inside me had started building with each stroke and soon waves of pleasure rolled over me, making my thighs shake.

A strangled wail left my throat as Shamrat ji rubbed my clit with his thumb, the orgasm crashing against me. I moaned out as Shamrat ji, took charge and fucked me relentlessly through my orgasm, my body crashing down on his. 

"Darlin'," he purred and I felt his cock enlarging into me, stretching me out more. I moaned into his neck achy and needy, as he climaxed, his thighs tensing , feeling each pulse of his cock against my inner walls. I groaned into his ears, his hands tight around my frame.

Moments passed as we laid into each other's embrace, my entire body trembling in post orgasm bliss.

Shamrat ji's cock was still nestled into me, as I felt him rubbing the back of my head. He was languidly pumping into me with shallow thrusts, milking out the end of his climax.

"I have tainted you, haven't I?" he groaned, as I grinned against his neck and clenched my pussy around his cock.

"Don't do that, if you have any intention to stop," he groaned and touched my bandaged arm. My hand slid down his side inside the kurta.

A hiss left his mouth, as soon as my fingers touched a bandage.

"What's this?" I asked, climbing down from his body and pulling his kurta up. My eyes widened, my senses alerting at the sight.

A bandage was wrapped around his stomach and the left side had turned reddish.

"A little casualty, don't worry about that." He tried to pull me back into him, but I pulled away from him and shook my head, my release gushing down my inner thighs .

Shamrat ji pushed his body up, a lewd smirk on his lips as gently pushed me down on my back  and his fingers teased my entrance.

"We should stop," I moaned into his mouth, as he rubbed my clit, breathy moans leaving my mouth. 

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"Should we, now?" he teased, but I didn't give in, knowing exactly what would be enough to stop him.

"My hand is aching. I think it's time to change the bandage." 

The hazy lust vanished from his eyes and he quickly glanced at my hands. His eyebrows flew up and my eyes also snapped up to check my arm.

Needless to say that a red blotch has appeared on it as well.

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Not a single word has been exchanged between us since Shamrat ji has started replacing the bandage around my arm. It was bleeding, the obvious result of messing around with a fresh wound on one's body but it seemed like his mind was preoccupied with something else.

He was unwrapping the bloodied one,  my arm resting on his calloused palm as he eyed it with disdain.

"Shamrat?" I mumbled, cuping his cheek, his stubble poked the insides of my palm. Closing his eyes, he nuzzled his face into it, and sighed, leaving a kiss on it, and grasped my wrist.

"I should have been careful," he quipped, annoyance and disgust visible on his face.

"It was me who initiated it this time. Don't blame yourself." 

I didn't know what had happened. Why had I behaved like a wanton woman and seduced him  but I wanted to wash away the events that had taken place today. 

"I should have held back for your sake. It's obvious, I have very little control when it comes to you." He put the bloodied bandage on the surgical tray, and grabbed rubbing alcohol on a cotton pad.

So do I

I wanted to say, but thought against it and cleared my throat. Earlier moments flashed in front of my eyes, my ears turning hot at the memory of how I had kissed him across his entire body. 

"This will burn." He gently kissed my forehead, and grabbed my injured arm, dried blood cotted on my skin. 

I hissed at the sting of pain, but he kept his grasp tight as he gently swapped my wound clean. 

It was when the entire area was cleaned that I realized how shallow the laceration was. Due to the painkillers it hadn't been much painful either.

When he was done wrapping a fresh set of bandages around the injury, he kissed my wrist, gazing up at me with his lips still pressed to my wrist.

At that exact moment, I knew, I already had him wrapped around my little finger, and never was I ever going to exploit that undying adoration he held for me. 

"Okay now, turn around. My turn." I jumped down from the counter, my breasts jiggling at the bounce. I quickly wrapped my arms around it, realizing he had carried me inside the washroom naked a few minutes ago. 

Clearing his throat he smirked but quickly turned his face away when I narrowed my eyes and glared at him.

"Strip," I ordered, trying to act domineering to hide my embarrassment. Shamrat ji licked his teeth to hide the teasing smile, and cocked one of his eyebrows, folding his arm on his chest, defying me.

"Now." I kept my hands on my hips, glaring at him

"Your wish is my command, darlin'." Grabbing the back of his collar he pulled the kurta off his body in a second, his eyes raked down my body, making me realize I was still butt naked, making me squirm.

Grunting in annoyance, I quickly wrapped a towel around me , and pushed him against the wall, grabbing fresh bandages to re-dress his wound. 

Encircling his hands around my hips, he pulled me into him as I started untying the knots of thr bandage around his stomach.

"Be by my side like this forever, and together we will conquer anything and everything." 

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