“Kya hua?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at her.
(What happened?)
She was breathing heavily, locking eyes with him, her hands tightly fisting his shirt as if holding onto something more than just fabric.
“Kuch nahi…” she whispered, her voice trembling, still not settling fully on him.
(Nothing...)
“Kuch toh hua hai, bataao…” he murmured, his voice laced with mischief as he felt her shift uncomfortably on his shaft, again and again, making it hard for him to resist.
(Something must have happened... tell me...)
“Wo… sahi se baith nahi jaa raha hai,” she replied softly, glancing shyly at his chest, her words barely audible.
(It’s… I can’t seem to sit properly.)
A spark lit in his eyes as he bit his lip, tightening his hold on her waist. He gently adjusted her, guiding her until she was settled comfortably, each movement deliberate.
He could see her chest rise and fall, her breathing unsteady. His hands softened, caressing over her waist in a slow, rhythmic motion, each touch drawing her in.
“Halima, bataao, kaisa lag raha hai?” he asked, his voice dropping to a husky, low tone, his gaze dark and intense.
(Halima, tell me, how does it feel?)
She swallowed, licking her lips nervously, her eyes wide and innocent. “Thoda ajeeb…” she admitted, a blush rising on her cheeks.
(A little strange…)
A soft, knowing smile curved on his lips at her honesty. He lifted his right hand, gently cradling her cheek, and his touch softened further as he spoke.
“Meri aankhon mein dekho aur sab bhool jao. Tum mujhe har jagah chhoo sakti ho, remember that, okay?” he said softly, his voice deep but reassuring, his words wrapping around her like a promise.
(Look into my eyes and forget everything. You can touch me anywhere; remember that, okay?)
She nodded, her hands still holding him, but he slowly removed them from his shoulders, wanting her to be at ease, yet completely present. A warm smile touched his lips as he asked gently, “Bhookh lagi hai?”
(Are you hungry?)
She shook her head, and he gently guided her hands to the buttons of his shirt. She looked up, confusion clouding her gaze.
“Kholo isse,” he instructed softly.
(Unbutton it.)
She swallowed, her hands trembling as her fingers brushed against the fabric and found the first button.
“Meri aankhon mein dekho,” he whispered, and her eyes lifted to meet his.
(Look into my eyes.)
“Tumhe pata hai, mera mann karta hai ki main tumhe puri duniya se chhupa kar rakhoon,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “Agar kisi aur ne yeh maasoom neeli aankhein dekhi toh wo apni jaan kho de shayad.”
(You know, I feel like hiding you away from the world.—If anyone else sees these innocent blue eyes, they might lose their life.)
The softness in his words seemed to calm her but she didn't knew how dangerous his intentions were, her breathing evening out as she focused on him.
“Aapki aankhen zyada acchi hain,” she murmured, unfastening the third button and revealing a hint of his chest.
(Your eyes are better.)
“Accha ji, meri aankhen tumhe acchi lagti hain?” he asked, a curious smile playing on his lips as his hand moved from her cheek to her neck, tracing a line with his fingers.
(Oh really? You like my eyes?)
She nodded, unable to look away from him, caught in the depth of his gaze.
“Jaan-e-raza, jo bhi main karun, darna mat bilkul bhi,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “Tumhe lagta hai main tumhe kuch hone dunga? Tumhe takleef pohchaunga?”
(My beloved, whatever I do, don’t be afraid at all. Do you think I’d ever let anything happen to you?Will hurt you?)
She closed her eyes as his words sank in, her breathing slow and heavy.
“Halima… jawab do, jaan,” he urged, his voice nearly pleading as he watched her gaze drift to his chest.
(Halima… answer me, my love.)
“Jii… mujhe aap par bharosa hai,” she whispered, her breath warm and soft against him.
(Yes… I trust you.)
Hearing her say that sent a surge through him, and he closed his eyes, absorbing the feeling. Exhaling slowly, he removed his shirt in one swift motion. Then, guiding her hands, he slowly placed them on his bare chest, letting her feel his warmth, his heart beneath her touch.
“Mehsoos karo mujhe, Halima…” he murmured, his voice low and inviting. Hesitantly, she traced her hands over his chest, innocence in every touch, her fingers barely grazing him as she avoided his nipples, unsure.
(Feel me, Halima...)
“Waha bhi…” he instructed, his eyes shifting to his chest with a quiet insistence. She swallowed hard, her thumb trembling as it moved closer to his nipple. She flicked it lightly, then looked up into his eyes, her own widening as she felt his heart beats fastening againt her hand and he took shaky breath.
(There too...)
Without warning, he grabbed her hands, pulling her wrists together and holding them firmly behind her with his strong muscular hand. As he leaned closer, a shadow of annoyance crossed his face, his gaze catching on the jewelry around her neck. With a deliberate slowness, he reached for her dupatta, carefully taking it from bed and tying it around her waist,whole room was resonating with sound of her crystal bangles, as she watched him with wide-eyed shock.
“Kya hua?” he asked, his tone feigning innocence, though his gaze was sharp, studying her every reaction as she took a shaky breath.
(What happened?)
She shook her head, determination steeling her resolve.she thought,Today, I won’t let think about be as a childish girl. I won’t make him angry.
“Kuch nahi… jo karna hai aap kar lein,” she whispered, her voice soft yet unwavering, meeting his gaze with unexpected boldness. His lips curved into a mischievous smile at her words, the glint in his eyes intensifying.
(Nothing… do whatever you want.)
With a slow, deliberate touch, he reached up, removing her necklace, his fingers lingering against her skin as he slipped it off. Then, he reached for her earrings, and she looked down at her bound wrists, thinking how small they looked when he held her tightly in his hand, feeling her own vulnerability.
Finally, he removed her jhumkis, his fingers brushing against her neck and tracing down her shoulder. The touch sent a shiver through her, her shoulder lifting slightly in response, a faint gasp escaping her lips as the tickling sensation lingered.
He watched her closely, a satisfied gleam in his eyes, every gesture precise, each touch designed to unlock emotions within her that she was only beginning to feel it, leaving her breathless and captivated.
Grabbing the back of her neck, he gently guided her down onto the bed, hovering over her, his movements controlled but intense. He made sure her hands settled above her head on the mattress, and she closed her eyes, the abruptness of his action catching her off guard.
“Aap…” she whispered, her eyes fluttering open, but her words were cut off as his lips pressed against hers.
He placed a soft, lingering kiss, then pulled back slightly, studying her. She met his gaze, her nerves visible in her trembling eyes.
Aankhon Pe Aankhein Rakh De Saanson Pe Saansein Rakh De Honthon Ko Khasmoshi De Jismon Pe Baatein Rakh De.
Slowly, he began to leave a trail of soft kisses along the side of her lips, then moved to her jawline, tracing downwards. His lips grazed her neck, leaving sloppy kisses on both sides. She instinctively grabbed the edge of the mattress, her body jolting with a sudden flinch as the sensations overwhelmed her.
“Sweetheart, you smell so good…” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. He inhaled deeply, rubbing his unshaven beard against her neck, causing her to flinch and squirm again, the roughness of his stubble sending a shiver down her spine.
Goosebumps rippled across her skin, her whole body alight with the sensation. She wanted to reach up, to rub away the tingling feeling spreading over her, but her body remained frozen in place and her hands were also tied.
“Please, mere haathon ke chamdi par thoda ragad dijiye…” she whispered, her voice low with need, her eyes pleading with him.
(Please, rub my skin with your hands...)
He paused, confusion flickering in his eyes as he looked at her, his brows furrowing slightly. "Kyu?" he asked softly, genuinely unsure of what she meant.
(Why?)
“Wo mere rongte khade ho gaye hain, is liye,” she said, her voice soft, yet full of anticipation. His laughter echoed through the room, deep and melodious, and she nervously bit her lip, the sound of his amusement making her heart race.
(My skin is covered in goosebumps, that's why.)
He smiled, his eyes dark with mischief. “Kaha kaha ragdu?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. She hesitated for a moment before replying, her voice barely above a whisper.
(Where should I rub?)
"Haath khol dein, mai ragad lungi…”,He chuckled, a devilish grin playing on his lips. “Nahi, mai harr jagah ragad deta hoon,” he responded, his voice filled with confidence and control. He reached for her hands, gently guiding them, before caressing her arms, the touch sending waves of warmth through her body.
(If you free my hands, I’ll rub myself.—No, I rub it everywhere on your body.)
Feeling the softness of his touch, she relaxed into the mattress, sinking deeper into the comfort as he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers once again. This time, the kiss deepened, a flood of heat and passion surging between them.
Slowly, their lips intertwined, each movement gentle yet charged with growing desire, the sensation of their skin touching leaving them breathless. His hand traveled across her arm, then over her shoulder, finally tracing the delicate line of her collarbone.
He adjusted himself beside her, his leg slipping between hers, still hovering slightly above her. He paused, his fingers lingering on her skin, contemplating, uncertain whether to act on his thoughts racing through his mind, torn between desire and restraint.
Keeping all logical reasoning aside, he slowly traced his index finger across her stomach, then moved upward, his lips still locked on hers. She, too, now eager, began to mirror his actions, sucking on his lips, their heads tilting in sync as they deepened the kiss, a silent hunger consuming them both.
His hand slid upward, grazing the curve of her breast, but never quite touching it. Still, the heat of his palm was enough to send a shiver through her. Her eyes snapped open, locking onto his, and she pulled away from the kiss, momentarily still. He, however, remained relentless, his lips moving with animalistic hunger, as if starved for her taste. Without warning, he bit down on her lower lip.
“Ahh…” she moaned, her breath hitching as her mouth opened in response to the sharp sting. He opened his eyes, locking onto hers, the intensity of his desires clear in the depths of his gaze.
He placed his right palm on her chest, directly over her heart. The touch sent an electric shock through her, making her jolt and her body tremble under his touch.
She stiffened, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief at the suddenness of the moment. His breath was heavy, and as their gazes locked, he spoke, his voice low but filled with an intensity that matched the emotions swirling between them.
“Relax, Tumhe accha nahi lage toh mujhe bata dena, mai nahi karunga,” he whispered, his thumb gently tracing her bud through the fabric, the sensation causing it to harden, her hard buds pushing against his thumb.
(Relax, if you don't like it, just tell me, and I won’t do it.)
His words, a promise and a question in one, left her breathless, her body trembling with the conflict between desire and uncertainty.
She nodded,his gaze lingering on her swollen, red lips. His eyes darkened as they traced her face, before his palm covered her chest, gently caressing her heart. He moved to the opposite side, his touch light but firm, making her lean back against the mattress. A breathy moan escaped her lips. “Unhnn… mujhe pet mein kuch mehsoos ho raha hai…”
(Uhnn... I'm feeling something in my stomach...)
His eyes locked onto her body, watching every reaction, as the sound of her bangles and anklets echoed through the room, signaling her every subtle movement.
He slid upward, his hands finding her neck, pressing soft, heated kisses against the delicate skin there. He paused, his lips brushing against her ear, and in a low voice, he asked, “Bharosa hai mujh par na?”
(Do you trust me?)
She nodded, intoxicated by the warmth of his touch, her body already responding to him in ways she couldn’t control.
“Ab bolna nahi hai thik hai? Mai jo bhi karunga, par tumhe nuksaan nahi pohchaunga pakka. Tum bass apne honton ka lamse mere hothon se door na hone dena thik?”
(Now, no more words, okay? Whatever I do, I promise I won't hurt you. Just don’t let your lips leave mine, okay?)
She gulped, her body trembling as she whispered back, “Thik hai…”
(Okay...)
Her eyes fluttered shut, her mind swirling with the places his touch had already reached. He leaned in again, capturing her lips in another deep kiss. His hands moved over her breasts, gently squeezing them, a soft sound of pleasure escaping her lips, muffled by their kiss. Her melodic moans only fueled the intensity, their kiss growing deeper, the room alive with the rhythm of their connection.
For a brief moment, he hesitated, battling with the urge to stop, yet the irresistible pull of wanting to hear more of her soft moans won over. His desire grew stronger, urging him forward.
"Apne pair philaao, Halima," he commanded, his voice deep and heavy, laced with tension.
(Spread your legs, Halima.)
Though a tight knot of uncertainty twisted inside him, he couldn't shake the overwhelming need that clouded his thoughts. The boundaries he once considered were fading, and all he could think of was the intensity of his craving for her.
She hesitated, her body tensing as his hand traveled up her thigh, inch by inch, sending a tremor through her. Feeling his fingers brushing closer to her inner thigh, she instinctively tried to sit up, but he softly but firmly pressed her back into the bed. His eyes met hers, filled with a silent promise, and with just one look, she felt herself surrender to him.
Her breath caught, a shallow gasp escaping as his hand pressed over her Core through the fabric, her heart pounding and her throat dry. She tried to bring her legs together, instinctively seeking a refuge from this unfamiliar intensity, but he slipped his leg between her thighs, anchoring her as his mouth returned to hers. His kiss was slow, unhurried, yet charged with a need that made her head spin.
Unable to resist the sensations building within her as he put his hand on her heat, she moved against his hand–squirming, her body reacting before her mind could question it as his hand worked her clothed heat upon two fabrics. His hand slipped to her shalwar’s string, loosening it with a quiet determination, and as he reached her heat on her thong, he began tracing slow, agonizing circles that made her breath falter.
“Ahh… aap ye kya kar rahe hain…” she murmured, her voice trembling, caught between a plea and a gasp. In response, he lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses. His touch was possessive, yet gentle, each kiss marking her, sinking her further into a haze of sensation.
(You...What are you doing?)
“Aahh… yeh… ummm…” she moaned softly, her eyes squeezing shut as his strokes grew faster and deeper over her clothed Intimate Area.
(Aahh...This...Ummm..)
“Meri jaan,Mera Baccha, shant ho jaao", he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek,Deep breaths fanning on har cheek. His mouth moved to her cleavage, where he playfully taking her skin between his teeth,biting there before soothing it with a sucking.
(My love,My Child,calm down)
“Ahhh…” she gasped, gripping the sheets as a wave of sensations built in her stomach, her whole body trembling. She felt a mix of pleasure and intensity that left her breathless, her body taut as he continued his rhythmic caress.
“Rukk… jaaiye… Aahhh… Ohhh… aahh… Mujhe lag raha hai mai…” she tried to tell him to stop, feeling an overwhelming pressure she couldn’t understand, but he only responded with a deep growl as her voice grew more breathless. He paused for a moment, then resumed, tapping gently against her sensitive spot.
(Stop… please… I feel like I’m…)
She was panting, his lips still pressed to her neck as they both breathed heavily. When he lifted his head, he noticed the tears glistening in her eyes. With a soft kiss to her forehead, he gently asked, “Kya hua, jaan? Kyu ro rahi ho?"
(What happened, my love? Why are you crying?)
She shook her head, her voice choked with emotion. “Ye maine kya kar diya?” she asked, her tears spilling over.
(What have I done?)
“Kuch nahi, meri pyaari si bacchi,” he whispered, his tone filled with warmth. “Yeh bilkul normal hai, jo maine chaha wahi hua hai
(Nothing, my sweet girl—This is completely normal, everything happened just as I wanted).”
“Matlab?” she asked, her eyelids fluttering as she tried to stay awake, her body still feeling the weight of exhaustion.
(What do you mean?)
“Matlab isse orgasm kehte hain,” he explained tenderly, “yeh tab hota hai jab shohar aur biwi ke beech yeh ehsaas paida hota hai... jo abhi tumne mehsoos kiya.” He looked into her eyes, asking softly, “Tumhe accha laga?"
(This is called an orgasm—This happens between a husband and wife during moments like these...what you just experienced.—Did you enjoy it?)
She brought her hands in front of him, and with a gentle smile, he began untying her dupatta. She looked down shyly and spoke softly, “Mujhe bohut thakan ho rahi hai par maine peshab kar diya shayad, mai… mai nahane jaaun?”,she asked,her innocence tinged with embarrassment. He chuckled, nodding.
(I feel really tired, but I think I may have… wet myself. Should I go and bathe?)
“Ye peshaab nahi hai meri jaan,” he reassured her warmly. “Yeh tabhi aata hai jab mai tumhe chun ya phir tumse gandi wali baatein karun....Tumhe sharminda hone ki zarurat nahi hai...Ab bass, nahana farz ho gaya hai tumpar,” he added with a grin. She nodded, swallowing nervously, then sat up to adjust her top, tying her shalwar strings shyly under his gaze.
(This isn’t urine, my love—This only happens when I touch you or speak to you in Dirty ways.—But yes, a bath has become necessary now)
“Bataya nahi kaisa laga?", he asked, his eyes soft on her face. She looked up at him, hesitating, before replying.
(You didn’t tell me how it felt)
“Jii accha… sab halka halka mehsoos ho raha hai,Mujhe laga aaj mujhe kuch ho Jaayega,” she murmured, looking down again. Gently, he reached for her arm, leaning in closer.
(Yes, it felt… good. I feel so light now,i thought something will happen to me today)
He placed a gentle kiss on her lips, pulling back only slightly before he stood up. “Dheere dheere aadat pad jaayegi aise halka mehsoos karne ki,” he saidwith smirk, walking to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he returned, he sat back on the bed, gesturing for her to go.
(Slowly, you’ll get used to this feeling of lightness)
She rose and made her way to the bathroom, feeling a faint ache and slight discomfort between her legs.
After a few minutes, she heard his voice near the door. “Suno, thanda paani bhar dena balti mein. Tumne mujhe seduce karke ye jo chota masla hai usko bada kar diya hai. Issko khatam karne ke liye mujhe nahana hi padega,” he said, his tone teasing.
(Listen, fill a bucket with cold water. By seducing me, you've turned a small issue into a big one. To solve it, I'll have to take a cold shower.)
She blinked in confusion, staring at the door as if trying to grasp his words. "Jii, thik hai…” she replied, still uncertain continued,"Par maine toh kuch kiya bhi nahi,sab aapne kiya hai..."
(But I didn't even do anything; it was all you...)
Seconds later, she heard him laughing from outside; he knew she hadn’t understood his meaning.
“Ya Allah, tera shukar hai itni masoom Biwi meri kismat mein likhne ke liye,” he murmured, rubbing at the tension building up there, trying to soothe himself a little, trying not to masterbate thinking about his wife who was taking bath.
(Oh Allah, thank you for blessing me with such an innocent Wife.)
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