42. ang se ang lagale (connect your body with mine)

warning// sexual content ahead.

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Last night was without a doubt bliss. I didn't get my release but watching her writhing beneath me, clinging to my shoulders like she can't bear any distance apart, made my chest swell with pride. To watch the always so poised and graceful woman turn into a shameless wanton only for you was mesmerizing. I couldn't get enough of her, her moans, those breathless whimpers, the way she chased my lips to silence hers, the scratches on my back, and the way she tried to lock her legs around my hips, trying to keep us connected, it was all absolutely breathtaking.

I had never seen her like that before, and it made me realise I was missing out on so many things when it comes to pleasure and intimacy.

Seeing her neediness last night, I can't wait to explore different ways to make sex more enjoyable. I'm still not confident about getting down to the main action, I can't bear to see the disappointment on her face. So unless we both are prepared for it, we'll rather give different things a try.

The next morning, Priya was quite bashful. But the way she had provocatively worn her saree, with a sleeveless blouse that exposed more of her back, and the pleats clinging low on her hips were enough signs that she wanted me more than ever.

I beckoned her closer after a shower and she stepped into my arms with a soft smile. Her dusky skin had flushed faint red, her breath elevated, and her eyes clouded with lust.

This time there was no hesitation, no shyness when I undressed her in the broad daylight, only the desire swam in those beautiful brown pools. I shifted her diagonally on the bed, so the sun streaming from the windows doesn't dare steal glances at my wife.

I covered her lithe form with my bare back, my lips seeking the faded red bruises scattered on her skin, redrawing them with my teeth and soaking them wet with the gentle brushes of my tongue. She sighed helplessly, hands clutching my shoulders, slithering like a snake around my back and dropping low to my torso. One of my hands cupped her neck, burying her face in my shoulder as the other drew a map down her curves, learning the highs and lows, re-tracing the same direction from the last night and taking a familiar path down her stomach to reach their destination. She opened the doors for me, embracing my hand with a welcoming moan, sighing breathlessly when my fingers buried deep inside her, curling to hit the spot that had her crying in pleasure.

I swallowed the sound, worshipping her with my tongue, exploring all the corners of her mouth like a devoted disciple of her body.

"More," she demanded hoarsely.

I obeyed wordlessly, slipping another digit into her, the pad of my thumb rubbing and tweaking the nub hidden between her folds. She buried her face in the nook of my neck, drowning into me like we were one body two souls, but then she resurfaced again, as though I was stealing her breath and she needed more.

I reciprocated her passion with my kisses, painting them along the lines of her body, down the curves and over the slopes, on the rise of her mounds, and below the surface of her spine. She reacted each time, mewling sweetly, stretching her body like a feline, and demanding more.

I had no qualms extinguishing the fire burning inside her. But the twitching in my pants added to the discomfort, watching her want me, need me so brazenly, I was going to burst anytime. So when I placed her hand on me out of desperation, she gasped, her body freezing instantly.

"Please," I whispered, my fingers still soaking in her warmth, wet, sticky, but her legs did not separate to let me go, they only sucked in more, as though my fingers were a part of their body, not to be detached ever again.

"I- I don't-" I cupped her hand over me, guiding her back and forth, breathing heavily when she got the momentum and acted on her instinct. Her actions grew bolder the more she watched me, her thighs rubbing needily since my fingers stopped their ministrations. I tried to respond, but her soft hand rubbing me through the thin fabric was my undoing. I couldn't concentrate on anything else but the overwhelming pleasure that had me gasping for breath.

She grabbed my wrist with the other hand, rocking into my fingers with her hips sliding back and forth on the sheets. I watched through hooded eyes, leaning in to kiss her but my mouth fell open and a moan that escaped me sunk into her mouth, our tongues meeting languidly, distracted but still in need of each other. She worked on both of us slowly, steadily, a little clumsily but I couldn't ask for more.

I placed my hand on top of her and squeezed it. My breath hitched. She got the gist, squeezing, caressing, and rubbing me through the pants while I focused on playing with her clit.

We came at the same time.

I collapsed on the bed beside her, breathing harshly through the sweat. Clumsily reaching for the AC remote on the nightstand, I turned it on and set it to the lowest temperature.

Priya gathered her saree, wrapping the thin fabric around her body before she gravitated towards me, curling into the side of my body. I turned, slipping my hand inside the fabric, seeking her waist, and tracing my thumb under the curve of her breast.

"Aditya, not anymore," she whined, reaching for my hand and wrapping her slender fingers around my wrist. But instead of pushing me away, she kept the hand still.

"Really? Not anymore?" I smirked, tracing the ring around her nipple. She sighed helplessly, guiding my hand to encompass her breast. I squeezed it and she moaned. "Let's go to our pending honeymoon." I climbed on top of her, swooping in for a long, messy kiss while my hands got busy kneading and squeezing her mounds. "I want you all for myself for the next few days. I can't get enough of you, Priya." I confessed, dropping dewy kisses along the line of her jaw and down her throat.

"But-" she whimpered when I pinched her nipple. "But you said your leave wasn't approved," her hand cupped mine over her left breast and she guided my palm to rub herself aggressively.

"I'll try again." I nodded, sinking my mouth over her hardened nipple, sucking and licking it around the areola. Her fingers threaded into my locks, caressing them gently, encouraging me to do more. I pulled away, wiping my lips to cut off the string of saliva connecting me to her before I dove in to give the other side the same attention and care.

Just as I enveloped her into my warmth, a knock on the door startled us.

Priya pushed me off hurriedly and I dragged a hand down my face, raking the same hand through my hair to fix the tousled mess.

"Priya?" Mom called out after another knock.

"Ha!?" Priya exclaimed but it came out breathless, a whisper, her hands flailing around to find her bra and panties. I grabbed them from the other side of the bed and rushed up to her, helping her put them on.

"Priya? Aditya?" Mom called out impatiently.

"Ek minute, Mummy! (Just a minute, mummy!)" I snapped exasperatedly.

My frustration was through the roof because the unsatisfied part of my body residing between the legs wouldn't stop twitching in my pants, demanding more than just a fucking handjob.

"Tell Priya to go to the kitchen and keep an eye on the milk I've put to boil. I'm heading downstairs to buy groceries." With that, all we heard was the retreating of her footsteps.

My eyes flickered to Priya, clad in her bra and the underskirt. She shyly reached for her blouse, which I snatched from her and went to the cupboard to get her another set of clothes. God forbid I let anyone else see her in that blouse and saree. Choosing a loose crop top and high-waisted pants, I handed the clothes to her. She took them wordlessly. I went to the bathroom to get rid of the discomfort growing into my pants and to change into a fresh pair of briefs.

When I exited the bathroom, Priya was nowhere to be seen. I sought her in the kitchen and leaned against the threshold, watching her work around the kitchen. She was putting away the washed utensils in their place, a very chaotic task seriously since she dropped a few of them several times, her body aware of my presence.

I entered and she stiffened, begging me with her eyes to not try anything. I smirked, basking in the effect I have on her, relishing in the fact that it's only me who can reduce this powerful businesswoman to a pile of clumsy mush.

I rounded the kitchen island, reaching for the remaining utensils and handing them to her one by one, my fingers lingering on her skin longer than necessary. She released shaky breaths, failing to compose herself every time I breathed in the same proximity as hers, our bodies inches apart.

"Priya," I whispered when she turned to blow into the boiling milk, reducing the flame so it settled inside the confines. Her body reacted first, followed by a quiet hum escaping her luscious lips. I trapped her from behind and her hands curled into a fist. I placed mine on top of them, gripping her fists and locking them on her stomach. My head lowered into the crook of her neck, lips tasting the bridge connecting her shoulders, walking over it to reach her earlobe and tugging at it with my teeth.

"Aditya, please," she begged, for more or none, only she knew better. But her actions pulled me closer, not willing to part ways from my languid brushes. My hands settled on her hips, moulding them to fit her curves, creeping into the forbidden and cupping her over the pants. "Aditya, stop. Anyone can see us." She pushed my hand away, flattening her hands on the kitchen counter and panting breathlessly.

I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm myself, and stepped back.

"After lunch," I muttered and she looked at me over her shoulder, excitement filling her eyes. I loved that. I loved the look I can bring to her face at my one word. She looks so ready, so willing, as though she can spend her life bare in my arms. It was entrancing, to say the least.

I walked out of the kitchen, heading back to our bedroom. Grabbing my laptop from the desk, I quickly composed a leave request to HR and scheduled it for Monday morning. Exiting the application, I hopped onto the browser, searching for an affordable foreign honeymoon location.

The initial excitement dwindled the more I explored different websites and forums, their packages ranging from seventy thousand to three lacs. I rubbed my temples, contemplating between the nearest and cheapest location, but then my eyes would gravitate towards the Bali package and uncertainty would settle back into me.

Since Neelam bua works in the tourism industry, she got us the most affordable package for Bali. When I returned the refund money to her, she had sent it back saying it belongs to us since it was our wedding gift. But that was only forty-five thousand. How am I supposed to find such a great deal again? I can't even ask her again to get us another offer like the previous one.

Even five nights/six days package costs around seventy-four thousand per person. If I multiply it by two, the amount will easily exceed one lac. I can't spend so much money on my honeymoon.

Priya entered the room an hour later. I was still on the laptop, scrolling through different options. She settled herself beside me, her head dropping to rest on my shoulder.

"This one!" She pointed at the screen, wanting me to click on the Maldives one. I did and the price had me sweating. Eighty-five thousand per person and it was only four nights and five days. "Nah," she scrunched her nose.

Oh, thank God. So she also understands it's ridiculously expensive.

"I've heard Maldives is no fun in summer." She shook her head, taking the laptop from me and placing it on her lap. I watched with concentration, my brows shooting upward in shock when she typed Europe honeymoon packages in the search bar. "This one! Aditya, this one!" She pointed at the second package of seven nights and eight days. Three in Paris, two in Interlaken, and two in Lucerne. The rate was around two lacs per person. "This looks so fun, Aditya!" She bounced in her seat excitedly, her eyes drifting to me with hope.

"Oh, wow, they will do everything, Aditya! From the traveling to the hotel check-in. And see, we even get a private photo shoot at the Eiffel Tower. And Aditya!" She continued, tugging at my sweats excitedly, "We'll even get the chance to sit in the ice flyer!" She shrieked, scrolling through the list of amenities offered by the travel company. "You don't like it?" She asked crestfallen after witnessing my silence.

"No," I forced a smile on my face. "It's - It's beautiful." I nodded.

"I know right!" She grinned. "It's a little expensive so how about we use our gift money? Mom said it was around eighty thousand or something. Since most of it was given by your relatives, because let's face it, none of my distant relatives came to attend the wedding except for a few. So we'll consider that as your contribution, then Neelam bua told me that she sent you the money back, we'll use it as well, and remaining, I can-"

"I'll pay." I cut her off.

She looked at me with a frown. "But why? You're already paying more than a hundred and fifty thousand. I can pay the rest."

"You don't need to," I said, taking the laptop from her and forcing myself to book the package.

She snatched the laptop back before I can confirm the booking.

"Are you always going to be like this when it comes to my money?" She asked disappointedly.

"That's not it, Priya. I can afford -"

"No, you can't! And you know that too!" She exclaimed.

Her eyes widened the moment she realised what she said. I swallowed the hurt and got off the bed before I could say something that'll blow up the argument into a full-fledged fight.

"Aditya, I'm sorry," she scrambled off the bed, grabbing my arm to stop me from leaving the room. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say that. It just came out. I swear that was not my intention."

"It's okay," I tried to remove my arm from her grip.

"No, it's not," she came to stand in front of me, hugging me with all her might. "I'm so so sorry. I swear I didn't want to hurt you. But every time you deny taking my help when it comes to expenses, I feel so incompetent and helpless." She confessed, looking up at me vulnerably. "My money is yours, Aditya. My success is yours. We are a team, right? I hate how you're hesitant about using my car for yourself. I hate when you decline to pay with my card when we go out on dates. This is not what I earn for, Aditya. I want to spend it on people I cherish and care for. Why do you think I work so hard? It's not for me alone. It's for Preeti, our family, us, you, Aditya." She said earnestly.

My arms gently raised to hug her back. She sighed in relief, her head falling to rest on my chest.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'm sorry I earn so less that I can't even handle your expenses. I'm sorry I'm such a loser that I can't even afford a nice and comfortable house-"

She placed her hand on my mouth, silencing my vomit of insecurities.

"Remember what you said to me on our first date when I brought up our age factor?" She reminded.

"That our relationship will be defined by us, not by our age difference."

"Exactly," she mumbled. "Now here's a slight change to what you said. Our relationship will be defined by us, not by our wage difference. I don't care how much you earn as long as you're financially independent. That's what I want in my partner, to be able to take care of himself if I'm not around anymore. And vice versa. Let's depend on each other for companionship, compatibility, love, and happiness, Aditya, not for something as materialistic as money."

I smiled at her, my hand rising to cup her cheek. "I still want to spend on you. It makes me so happy. It makes me feel competent to be your partner."

"Then let me do the same for you." She placed her hand on top of mine, squeezing it gently. "I also want to feel your equal. I also want to feel competent enough to be your partner."

I smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear, leaning in to press a kiss on her forehead. "Four lacs is still a lot, meri jaan." I tried to convince her.

She sighed in defeat. "Fine, then at least don't cancel the Bali."

I nodded, pulling her into a hug, happy that she understood my dilemma.

As a reward, I treated her in the bed, making sure her disappointment was out of her system by the time I was done with her. I had to finish myself in the bathroom and then we joined the rest of the family for lunch.

I didn't really talk much during lunch. Meghna acted her usual, passing stupid comments and offending someone or another at the dining table. Bhai was quiet for the time, his eyes gravitating towards my wife once in a while. Irked by the action, I placed my hand on her thigh, and she smiled coyly in the curtain of her loose hair.

"When are you leaving?" I asked him when he stole another glance at Priya, this time his eyes lingering longer than necessary on her smile.

His eyes snapped to meet mine, drenched in embarrassment. He curled the spoon tighter, gaze flickering from his plate to me.

"Aditya!" Mom screeched. "He is not going anywhere!"

"Wait, what's this about?" Dad questioned. Always the clueless one.

"He is moving to Delhi. He said it himself. Didn't you?" I reminded him.

"Well, you said something similar last month. You're still here." Meghna retorted.

I glared at her.

"What? You're acting like a hypocrite. Am I lying?" She taunted.

"We're moving out after our honeymoon," I announced. "You can keep your favourite son in the cradle of your bosom," I said in derision to my mother.

She gasped at the choice of my words. Priya clenched my hand that was on top of her thigh, giving me a look of incredulity. I looked at her sternly and she grew meek underneath my gaze. "We're moving out soon. And that's final." I said with finality, my eyes passing everyone's shocked ones before they landed on Bhai. "And one more thing, you've never done anything for me. Never. So don't bring that bullshit in front of me ever again." I warned him before getting up from the chair and storming out of the dining hall. Priya followed me instantly.

"What was that about?" She inquired the moment the door closed behind us.

I turned around and pulled her in my embrace. She didn't resist, her arms coming around me to lock on my back.

I can't lose you to my brother. I can't take the risk with him constantly hovering around you, giving you those love-laced looks, and staring at you as if you're the last woman on the earth. I can't have you noticing the subtle gestures, noticing him, risking everything we've built so far.

What if you regret choosing me?

What if you regret not realising earlier that someone richer, more successful, and more good-looking wa- is interested in you?

"What happened, Aditya?" She asked after pulling away, looking up at me worriedly. I rested my forehead against her, breathing in her scent, relishing in her proximity.

"I love you," I confessed.

She froze in my arms, her eyes searching mine for honesty. I let her, allowed her to dive into my depths, and seek my most exposed, open, and vulnerable emotional nudity. She cupped my cheeks, her lips curving into a slow smile, lips meeting mine for a sweet kiss. I knew that was her way of accepting my confession, and the reciprocal of it. I knew she wouldn't say it in words, that's just not her. But I was happy with what I got, the slow slide of her hands to cling to the back of my shoulders, the press of her breasts against my chest. Her tantalizing lips, flitting strokes of wet brushes over the canvas of my visage, it was all in those actions that she said I love you to me, with more passion than an inferno could ever ignite, with desire so dark and intense, even the night will shy away.

Her confession lay in every moment that unfolded between us, starting from the desk where I collided with my back, my hands sweeping over the stationery holder, crashing them to the floor. I pinned her to the wall, staring at the alive art my frenzied hands shaped her into, a vessel to hold my desires, pouring into me intrinsically. Somewhere we toppled over the couch, hurried touches undoing each other, before we stumbled upon the bed, naked and brazen, losing ourselves in the moment of a furious passion, engaging us to find the burning abyss, a never-ending colossal of pleasure and ecstasy, a cage we were enclosed in for the next one hour.

The sun set into the background, city lights flickered on, and by the time we were done with each other, it was already seven in the evening.

She was fast asleep in my arms, curled up like a kitten, doused in exhaustion. I pressed a kiss on her forehead, brushing away the lingering strands on her face.

I slipped my arm from beneath hers and went to the bathroom to take a shower. The lukewarm water washed off the sticky residue coating my body, my hardened length begging for a release. I enclosed my hand around it, my eyes fluttering close, and I imagined her hand around my bare flesh, stroking me to reach my escape. I came into my hand with a groan, half satisfied and half frustrated. Turning the shower on, I washed myself clean.

Exiting the bathroom, I found her still curled up on the bed.

I left the bedroom and closed the door behind me, heading to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water. Mom looked up when I entered, her face poker, eyes looking at me in disappointment.

"Where's Priya? She didn't even come to help me with the breakfast this morning." She complained.

"We're moving out soon, mom. You should stop relying on her for household chores." I deadpanned. "Oh wait, I have a perfect solution, why don't you get your lovely son married? It'll help you," and me, greatly.

"What is with this attitude, Aditya?" She frowned at me. "Is it because of what I said that night? You were acting so rude towards your brother, Aditya, and you still are. I don't understand what's going on between you two but at least stop stretching me in between."

"Stretching you between?" I scoffed out a chuckle. "Please, mom, you've always been on his side. Always. So don't paint me the instigator here."

"You've changed so much after marriage." She sighed in disappointment.

I rolled my eyes.

I finally have a person who's all mine. But I've to watch my own brother look at her romantically, watch her suffer for your validation, watch her try her best to fit in but still fail because you keep treading between hot and cold with her.

"No, Mom," I answered. "I've always been like this. I just never showed it. You know why?"

She stayed silent.

"Because I was afraid I'll be all alone," I answered. "I was afraid of feeling unwanted, mom."

Her lips fell apart in disbelief.

But now that I know what it feels to be wanted, to be missed, to be longed for, I want to protect it with all of me.

Even if that means breaking off what I was clinging to for so long.

I know I'm late.

Sorry for the delay. ❤️

Hope you enjoyed the chapter. It's undoubtedly one of my favourite lol. I don't think I've written this kind of subtle intimacy before. It's fun and engaging.

Also, since they are finally in their "honeymoon phase" the moments of intimacy will be regular. But don't worry, unlike this chapter, it won't cover the entirety. Just a glimpse of it here and there.

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