"Where is my room?" Diya asks and I start walking towards the staircase.
"I am sharing a room with you?" She clutches the dress closer to her chest.
"Unfortunately." She lamented, "But we don't sleep together to prove we're married."
We stand in front of our room, but this doesn't feel right, I walk ahead and open the door of the other room.
We will see our room on our wedding night.
"You don't want to have sex with me? Missed opportunity." I cocked my eyebrow at her as a smirk lifted my lips.
Her gorgeous brown eyes were wide in shock as she stammered, "n-no, definitely not." She slightly pushed me away as she ran inside the room.
Just as she was about to slam the door on my face, I pressed my foot against it and wrapped my arms around my wife, "Oh really, My innocent wife, Any other woman would spread their legs for me and look at you, such a scared cat."
"Then why don't you go and marry one of those other women, oh well, You did marry an 'other woman'." Diya snarls, anger in her vision as she jerks away from my hold.
"Diya, You are my wife. The only woman in my life."
Diya waits for a moment before saying, "Were you actually sleeping with-"
When will she stop saying such bullshit?
"No." I stop her chain of thoughts.
"Why are you asking? Were you waiting for me?" I smirk.
"Then I will bend you over that desk and fuck you until your world revolves around me."
I shouldn't have said that but I did. Sure diya doesn't like it as she mumbles, "shameless."
My wife sits on the bed, her body stiff with tension rising in her shoulders.
"Diya." I call out, startling her as she fumbles, "what is it now? And stop calling me that."
I smile, ignoring the stupid order, "Consider losing that frown when you are tense, the world does not need to know that Diya daggubati is stressed, they might think it's my fault."
"It's Diya Chk." She tries to correct.
"Diya Daggubati" . Get it jammed in your mind, baby."
"Oh now you're trying to tell me what to do. I'm sure you must have some rules for this marriage, tell me about them." She squints her eyes, challenging me.
"Just don't cheat." She won't.
"So I can talk to other men, just forbidden to sleep with them?" Just the word other men from the mouth makes acid run through my veins.
"You can talk to other men, Just Keep in mind that it will be their last conversation. I don't mind going to jail.
Her mouth opens agape, A shocked expression written all over it as she shakes her head, "You are crazy." °
"You haven't seen anything yet."
"Get over yourself and wear something nice, you look like a dead rat." Diya’s mouth twists in disgust. If I wasn't confident enough about my looks, I would be worried.
"Diya,Are you ready?" I stood near the closet door for 15 minutes now. She is locked inside the closet for a whole hour. My patience is touching its limits.
I want to see diya in a saree.
"Just a second." Diya shouts over the door.
I glanced around the room as my gaze fell on Diya’s pendant kept on the table. Uncertainty lingered inside me as I picked it up.
Just as I turn back to ask, a click echoes in the air as diya steps into the room, still adjusting her hair.
She was draped in a stunning carmine saree that shimmered under the lights, her face glows and She looked like a work of art.
Seeing her makes blood rush through my entire body as I feel my heart racing at an abnormal pace. The saree hugged her body like a glove, accentuating her figure.
My wife moved with such grace that it was almost ethereal, her beauty bewitched me as my gaze remained transfixed on her face. Her eyes, lined with kohl, a light layer of makeup on her skin and just a pair of jhumkas that swayed gently with her movements.
Her bangles created a sweet melody as she walked towards me, suddenly in slow motion, as I remember the first time I saw her in Indian.
As she walked towards me, I felt a rush of emotions. Watching stirred something deeper within me. It's like falling in love all over again.
My wife was saying something I couldn't hear, my brain was too overwhelmed with the ethereal beauty in front of me. Suddenly, A blush crept up her cheeks, and she lowered her gaze, a mix of shyness and happiness.
"Rana Daggubati" diya uttered in a stern voice, making me nod like a distracted child.
She took a step forward, her eyes never leaving mine, "Do you think I look good?" she asked, her voice filled with teasing.
"Exquisite." The word leaves my lips with a sigh.
I reached out, gently taking her hand in mine, the wedding bangles in her hand sent a wave of possessiveness in my chest and I pulled her closer with a jerk.
The touch sent a shiver down Diya’s spine, and she gasped, looking up, meeting my gaze with surprise.
"Ranaa!! ," Diya breathed out, her warm breath fanning over my lips. I hummed in response, Every ounce in my body was screaming to kiss her.
I cupped her face is my hands,
How can vou be so beautiful darline? Mv heart is so enslaved to vou that it's going to explode out of my chest.
"Sirf ek Kami hai." I say with a disappointed look.
Diya’s expression falls as a crease form between her brows, "What is it?"
"Your lipstick is too dark."
A deep crimson paints her skin as she blushes, without a thought she presses her lips against mine.
Her body trembled as she tried to kiss me with undying passion. A soft moan rolled off her tongue. Her grip on my kurta tightened.
She pressed herself to me, making my cock rock hard, all I wanted was to take my wife raw, her lips mingled with mine leaving me hypnotized by her touch.
Her taste was addictive as I craved more. My hand pressed against her face as the other traveled down to grab her ass.
My lips traveled down her skin as I sucked on her throat, "Mine," I whispered before ravishing her skin, my teeth sank into her neck, every ounce of gentleness left my mind.
My cock throbbed as she moaned loudly, "This..feels," she breathed harshly. The animalistic urge to rip her saree and slide into her rose to life,
"Tell me how it feels, baby. Tell me how it feels when your husband wants to rip every ounce of clothing from your body and worship you like the goddess you are."
The need to claim my wife threatened to consume me. The passionate moment was about to swallow us whole, A growl rumbled from my throat.
Diya moaned, "Stop talking and just make me feel good." making it difficult for me to let go, my lips sliding down on her chest until the valley of her breast.
Her fingers slid into my hair, clutching them, pulling on them as a series of moans blessed my ears, and then I heard it, "Ranaa," She moaned with such a sultry voice it made the wires in my brain experience a short circuit.
I removed the pallu away as My hand roamed at the dori of her blouse as I slowly tugged on it, it loosened slightly as I ripped away my lips from her.
I glanced at Diya’s flushed face, her chest traveling up and down as she breathed heavily, "What are you waiting for?"
The V-neck of this blouse allows me to have a peak of the swell of her breast, God, All I want to do is eat her whole, "Say you want this." I growl, the impatience visible in my tone.
"I want this." She let out, and a rage grew inside me as I opened the dori of her blouse and removed the unwanted piece of clothing.
Her body was a temple, meant to be worshiped. Only by me, "Oh, wife You are breathtaking." I sighed out.
My hand moved to her breast as I pressed my hand against her sweet breast, Diya jerked in response.
My eyes never left hers as I leaned closer, her hard bud invited me closer as I pinched her nipple, making her whimper, "Rana, this is hurting."
"Yesss," she moans as I rub her nipple beneath my thumb.
The more she withered, the more my cock grew hard, the beast inside me wanted to bite down on her skin until my marks covered her whole body.
And that is precisely what I will do
My mouth latches on her honey skin and electricity bursts in my brain, goosebumps rise on her skin as I feel the blood rushing to my sock.
It took a second to come to life as I pushed her on the bed.
Within seconds, I was above her, the views of her, beneath me, made my cock swell, the poor guy is having a hard time.
I sucked her breast in my mouth. So this is what heaven feels like.
Diya whimpered beneath me, the fabric of saree scrunched up her thighs, my hand moved inside the fabric as I rub my thumb against her inner thigh.
"I want to see you, Diya." I say in a husky voice as I pinch her nipple, her skin is red, hickeys all over her chest and neck.
Her hair is ruined, the little too dark lipstick gone and as she breathes heavily.
Suddenly, she looks more beautiful. How does she do this?
"Then see me." She takes my hand and guides it exactly where I want.
Diya scoots closer to me, her blazing hot mouth capturing mine as she gives me a long passionate kiss, "I want you." She whispers, a smirk lifting her lips. Oh! I love my bold wife, what shocks me is when she leans closer, brushing her lips against my ear as she whispers,
"Fuck me, Husband. Make me yours."
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