The Aslam-Raina Dil Ka Masla-
Part 2 of 'The Aslam Masla'
SP Chaudhary Aslam x Indian Journalist Rashmika Raina
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Disclaimer: This one-shot is inspired by the 2025 movie Dhurandhar by Aditya Dhar. This is in no way meant to idolize the real people the movie is about; they are bastards, and this is just a fanfic for the appreciation of the movie and the lovely actors who brought the characters to life. SO TAKE A FUCKING CHILL PILL and enjoy <3
Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Annoyance, Fluff, Phone pe kaafi tharak, Super sexy smut (khush hojao tharki log)
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Author's note: Aaj Author Sahiba ka birthday haiiiii!!!!! Since 'The Aslam Masla' got so much love, and because SP sahab doesn't have that many fics......This is a chotu sa return gift for everyone <3
(Before anyone asks: NO, I AM NOT LEAVING/ABANDONING DSKVS. THIS IS JUST A BREAK UNTIL I GET THE RESPONSE I WANT. WE WILL BE BACK TO THE REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING SOON. PLZ DON'T SHIT BRICKS!)
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Special Note:
To: Meri Jaan, Meri Biwi @patrakilekha
The entire Tumblr samaaj needs to thank my lovely and beautiful wife (I GET TO SEE HER PRETTY FACE AND HEAR HER CUTE AND BEAUTIFUL VOICE AND YOU GUYS DON'T GET THAT ;p ) for asking me to write for Aslam in the first place. Then everyone has to thank her again for not-so-subtly begging me to not stop Rashmika and Aslam's story where I did.
She also told me to my face that I am shit at writing one-shots (thoda dukh hua, but biwi ke muh se galiyan bhi meethi lagti hai...its fine im not crying). And this blunt criticism, born of love, made me realize she was right. I just pour so much of my love into all my stories that it's physically impossible for me to end their stories at one mention.
I mentioned this being everyone's return gift but that was a lie. It's your return gift, meri jaan.
For being my best reader. For putting up with all of my bullshit (broad generalization). For putting up with all the half-cooked plot ideas I try on you. For all the 'THIS IS SO REHMAN AND REHANNA' memes and reels I send to you on Instagram. For always hyping me up when I doubt myself. For always supporting me. For always being a darubaaz ashiq in my Instagram comments section. And most importantly.....for being my best friend (IMEANWIFEDONTKILLMEBABYILOVEYOU)
So without further ado, let me present to you.....
THE ASLAM-RAINA DIL KA MASLA for my darling Patrakilekha <3
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The Aslam-Raina Dil ka Masla
Post ending of TAM (The Aslam Masla) and after the small mention in ALID (A Lesson in Diplomacy) @ 4 pm
Rashmika Raina’s apartment, Mumbai, India
Rashmika Raina sighed to herself as she watched the clock tick. Time felt like it was dragging painfully slowly. Her fingers drummed on her dining table as she watched her phone lay motionless. She can't believe herself. She can't believe that a man has reduced her so. She couldn't believe she had been waiting since 3:50 pm just in case his call came early.
She can't believe that she is waiting for his call like a teenager with a first love. She can't believe that her boyfriend has her this far gone. In fact she remembers the way he asked her to be his girlfriend so well it makes her smile and shake her head fondly.
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After that press conference she had covered about the Pakistan and India diplomatic delegations on special request of her best friend Yamini Singh, she had received a call from her unforgettable Pakistani one night stand. She had received a call from a certain brooding and dark SP of Karachi police. She had received a call from SP Chaudhary Aslam. That day, after the press conference, he had called her and when she finished speaking he immediately cut the phone call without a word. That's how she knew it was him. She knew for sure when moments later he texted her pretending he didn't mean it, then immediately asking her what she was doing.
That same evening he had called her again making some bullshit excuse about how the network was glitching that afternoon. When she asked him to what she owes the pleasure of this call he let the words slip before he could stop them “Mai bas aapse poochna chahata ki agar aapka mujhse aur koi sawal hai aapki report ke liye?” his voice had grumbled through the speaker. When she teased him about it, asking him if he just wanted to reminisce about their night together, he gruffly responded “Nahi Raina madam, mera kaam hai aapke interview aur report ko sahi tareeke se karwana-” Rashmika grinned as she cut in with a now audible grin “-Seedha Rashmika se Raina madam? Wah wah wah…lekin I must say aapke mu se mera naam bohot achha lagta hai janab” she hummed cheekily. The line went silent for a moment before a curt “Khuda hafiz….Rashmika” filtered through the line as the call cut. She grinned as she bit her lip. She really did like the way he said her name.
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The very next day Rashmika woke up after thinking about him all night. As much as she wanted to talk to him she had decided that she would not be the one to cave and call Aslam. As it turns out Aslam himself thought of the same thing, he had spent the night thinking about her but he would not cave and call Rashmika. He was the one who made the first move for gods sake! But both of them barely made it through the day, their phones in their hands constantly to check if it was buzzing. Their contacts open and fingers hovering over call but shying away as they smack themselves for their desperation. It was midnight as Rashmika tucked herself into bed. She had successfully not called him all day but she was also sad that he hadn't called.
Just as she was about to shut the bedside light her phone buzzed on the night stand and her hand reached for it so incredibly fast that it almost toppled over the entire wooden stand. She grabbed her phone in her hands as she saw who was calling her. The screen flashed with the contact name ‘SP Sahab’ and she couldn't stop the squeal that ripped from her throat as she sat up in her bed wide awake. In Pakistan, SP Aslam stared at his thumb with immense betrayal as he saw it press the call button for the contact name ‘Raina madam’ but his thumb stood entirely unrepentant and rather smug as it bypassed his brain and listened directly to his heart. Aslam had half a mind to cut the call after the fifth ring but to his extreme surprise she picked up the phone.
“Hello?” she hummed into the phone as calmly as she could trying to not sound like her heart was beating out of her chest. “Busy toh nahi thi aap? Disturb toh nahi kiya maine?” asks Aslam as he brings forced indifference to his deep voice. Rashmika grinned as she sat up in bed more comfortably “Nahi nahi SP Sahab apke liye busy nahi hun mai” Aslam blinked on the other end of the line before a slow smug smile took his face “Wah wah wah Rashmika…kahan kuch din pehle aap mera naam chilla rahi thi aur ab seedha SP Sahab?” he hummed teasing her the way she teased him. Rashmika turned bright red as a memory of her screaming his name as he fucked her flashed through her mind. “Uh” she began with no clear direction before she finally gathered her braincells “to Phir I hope you dont mind ki mai aapko Aslam bulaun…kyunki Chaudhary chillane me itna maza nahi aya tha” she flirts so expertly that even she is shocked at what came out of her mouth. Aslam’s eyebrow raises at her response. He knew this woman was about to be the death of him.
“Ek baat bataun?” Hums Aslam finally. “Boliye” Rashmika says, forcing her voice not to shake from nerves. “Aapke jaise koi ladki maine kabhi nahi dekhi” he says as he places a cigarette between his lips. Rashmika can hear the lighter click over the phone and the deep inhale as he puffs on the cigarette. “Aur kabhi dekhoge bhi nahi na Pakistan me na Duniya me, Aslam mai eklauti piece hun” She responds cheekily. Aslam chuckles and the sound travels through Rashmika's ear and into her spine. She liked his deep laugh. “Mujhe anokhi aur eklauti cheezon ka shaunk hai, unko apne paas rakhna pasand karta hun mai” he says lightly though his words hold a different weight. Rashmika’s brain shortcircuits. Is he asking her --or rather telling her– what she thinks he is saying?
She tests the waters with the best way she knows how, a joke. “Toh kya girlfriend banana chahate ho kya aap mujhe janab?” she carefully asks, her voice coy to hide how she was trembling with excitement. Aslam takes another drag “Nahi.” he begins and Rashmika's heart stops. He releases the puff of smoke “Girlfriend shabd mujhe pasand nahi hai.” Rashmika blinks as she waits for him to continue “mere hisabse mashooqa zyada behtar shabd hai aapko kya lagta hai?”
“Janab saaf saaf kahiye aap kya kehna chahate hain” Rashmika asks quietly as her brain buzzes. “Rashmika mujhe laga tha ki tum smart ho” he hums with an audible grin as he hears the changes in her voice. “Mai smart hun isiliye clarification maang rahi hun” she responds flatly. Aslam chuckles again and Rashmika can feel the rumble deep inside of her. “Rashmika meri mashooqa banjao.” Aslam says plainly, like he was discussing the weather. Rashmika blinks into the void of her bedroom. She can hear him patiently waiting for her answer as he smokes into the night. “Aye haye Aslam? Itni jaldi pyaar hogaya?” she teases back as her hand shakes from excitement. “Haan ya na Rashmika.” Aslam hums as he bypasses her teasing. He knew she was surprised and doing her best to deal with it. “H-Haan” she stuttered out finally, still in shock. A wide smile on her face as she blushed wildly in the safety of her room. She was incredibly grateful she was alone so she could freak out as she pleases.
Aslam grins as he flicks away his cigarette. His body fills with warmth at the way she said yes to him. He would never admit to her how he thought about asking her this the morning after they slept together. Better late than never was the saying he had come to peace with. But now she had said yes. He knew she would say yes. “Thumhare mulk me shubh ratri bolte hai na?” he asks calmly. “H-haan” she stutters out with whiplash from the change in question and her own emotions “Phir shubh ratri…jaan” he hums to her with a warm voice. Rashmika's eyes widen as she feels a flush of heat crawl up her body at the way he called her jaan so easily. Like it was natural to him. “Goodnight SP Sahab” she squeaks out before she cuts the call. She was now someone's girlfriend. Rashmika grabbed a pillow as she screamed into it. Aslam laughs to himself warmly as he stares at her contact name flashing the call was over, his girlfriend was adorable when she was a blushing mess because of him.
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One cute night, some time around 8 pm
“Kahan ho jaan?” hummed Aslam in his deep rumbling voice as he stroked his beard. Rashmika sighed heavily into the speaker of the phone. Heavy enough for Aslam to raise an eyebrow as he immediately understood where she was but instead of interrupting her he let her continue on her own terms “Office me hun abhi bhi” she groaned as he slumped against her black chair. “Abhi bhi? Zyada late nahi hogaya?” asks Aslam in concern as he checks his watch. It was late and she still had to go home. “Ab kya kahun mai” she whined “kal subha ek report due hai and I still havent finished it. Jaiswal sahab ko ye report char ghante pehle chahiye thi”
Aslam nods even though she couldn't see it. “Kuch khaya tumne Rashmika?” Rashmika sighs as she sits up in front of her laptop again “Nahi time mila mujhe jaan” she ends casually as she begins typing. Aslam blinks. This was unacceptable to him, entirely unacceptable. She can't overwork herself when she is hungry. If he was with her he would have brought her something to eat at her office. He mentally cursed the border between them once again. “Yeh sahi nahi hai” he says quietly “Kya karun mai? Hum non sarkari job walon ka yahi haal hai” she says with mock amusement “Humare khane, break, ya chutti ki koi guarantee nahi hai”
“Ghar kab jaogi?” he asks “Mmm shayad ek aur ghante me…lekin ghar jaane ka bilkul man nahi hai” she groans. She can already think of the list of chores waiting for her at home. “Kyun meri jaan?” he asks gently since that was all he could do from where he was. “Ghar jaake sau kaam hai…aur uske upar se mujhe khaana bhi banana padega” she clicked her tongue in annoyance as she typed on her laptop. Aslam thinks quietly for a moment, an idea clicks in his mind. “Khaane ki tension mat lo” Rashmika smiles to herself “Kyun?” she asks incredulously. “Aaramse ghar jaana meri jaan. Pata chal jaega” he says with a certain amused tone in his voice. He knew that she was about to be immensely pleased. “Achha ji jaise aap bolein” she smiled under her breath as the call clicked off.
An hour later around 9 pm Rashmika reached her front door thoroughly exhausted. The Mumbai local was no joke and certainly not for the weak. She had been shoved around like clothes in a washing machine and with each bump she felt her energy draining further and further. She was regretting coming home already since the list of chores began circling in her mind when she stepped into the elevator of her apartment. She stepped out of the elevator and walked down the narrow hallway to her front door. She pulled her keys out of her bag as she walked. She selected the correct key and inserted it into the lock but before she pushed the door open her eyes spotted a package resting for her on the floor.
She bent down to check it and a mouthwatering scent lifted to her nose. She hurriedly grabbed the parcel and walked into her apartment. She set her keys and bag on the table as she locked her door. She ripped open the warm parcel to find a lovely meal waiting for her. A warm clay haandi of biriyani and a lovely side of saalan and raita with some paneer tikka on the side. It was from her favorite restaurant. Rashmika's mouth watered as she looked at the package but more than that her heart clenched. She knew Aslam had sent the package. Only her boyfriend could figure out how to send her food over the border. A smile pulled on her face as she pulled out her phone to call him again. “Ye aapne kaise kiya!” she squealed happily as she rushed to the kitchen to grab a spoon. Aslam's heart warmed at how happy she sounded at his very simple gesture. “Khush ho tum meri jaan?”
“BOHOT ZYAADA!” she all but moaned as she ate the first bite of the warm spiced biriyani “Mujhe biriyani bohot pasand hai” she hummed happily “Mujhe yaad hai” Aslam responded simply. Heat floods through Rashmika at his simple words. He remembered. He remembered something she had mentioned off handedly. He remembered that she liked the biriyani of one specific restaurant. She can't stop the words before they pull out of her “Agar aap yahan hote toh phir thank you ke taur pe aapke sath mai kya kya karti aapko idea bhi nahi hai” Aslam blanks at how her happiness turned into this horniness within seconds just because he told her he remembered what she had mentioned. “Abb tum tadpa rahi ho jaan” he sighs as he remembers flashes of their night together. It was the only memory the both of them had of each other's bodies. “Sorry baba” she laughs at his dilemma. Aslam frowns “Sorry bolne ki zaroorat nahi hai….ek photo chalegi”
Rashmika grins to herself as she gets a cheeky idea. He wanted a sultry photo. She wasn't going to give it to him that easily. She turns on the camera of her phone and immediately clicks a photo of her smiling with the biryani as she sends it to him “Khush?” she asks innocently. Aslam's face flattens as he sees the picture of her smiling from ear to ear with the biriani. He immediately saved the adorable photo of her as he sighed annoyedly “Rashmika mera ye matlab nahi tha” Rashmika giggled into the speaker cheekily. The sound makes Aslam roll his eyes fondly. “Ohhhh…..toh phir woh type ki photo thoh baadme hi milegi aapko” she hums as she bites into the paneer. “Intezar rahega meri jaan” says Aslam with a rougher lust swirled voice. The call cuts before Rashmika can say anything so she grins as she stuffs her face with more food as she wonders what kind of photo to take for him…did sending biryani to your exhausted and hungry girlfriend from across the Pakistani border qualify for tasteful faceless nudes or for lingerie photos?
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One desperate night, some time around 1 am
Aslam had called Rashmika around 10 pm that night. It was their nightly call as they had agreed without words. Both of them realized somewhere deep in their soul that they couldn’t go to sleep in good conscience if they didn’t talk to each other. It had been a long and tiring day for both of them and yet they didn’t want to stop talking to each other. Rashmika had just finished a story about how her dumbass colleague Gaurav had completely fucked a very important report up the ass. She was asked to stay overtime to fix his mess because it needed to be aired in the morning.
Aslam had listened to her with rapt attention despite his own exhaustion of the day. He loved listening to her talk because in the middle she would drop small kernels of information about herself. Her likes, dislikes, her hopes, her dreams, her past, her present, her desires, her adorable little annoyances. Each kernel of information she dropped seemed to automatically sort itself out in his brain and save in a very special corner that belonged only to her. Finally she sighed tiredly “Ye bakchodi toh chalti rahegi aap apna kuch batayiye aapne kya kiya aaj?” Aslam made a low humming sound from his throat as he lit a cigarette. “Aaj thoda interesting din tha”
Rashmika's ears zero in on the sound of his voice, her brain shuts off and all she can realize is one catastrophic thing. His deep gravely voice was sexy, no doubt about that. But his weary, exhausted, deep gravely voice was sexy enough to make a low heat generate between her legs. “Kya kiya aapne?” she asks as a way to keep him speaking. She shuffles to get comfortable on her bed. Her head rested on her pillow, her hair splaying on the cool cotton covers. Using her legs she kicked away the comforter to make space for her comfort, her hand rested on her stomach. She could feel the heat of her body through the thin cotton t-shirt she wore to bed most nights. “Aaj ek raid pe jaana pada tha” Groans Aslam as Rashmika hears him get comfortable in his own bed.
She can imagine how he would have looked in the raid. His tall powerful frame clad in his signature pathani kurta and black mojari juttis. A gun in his hand, his cigarette dangling from his lip as he walks in fearlessly. Almost annoyed at the fact that he needed to be here. A stern look, almost set in stone, resting on his weathered face. She doesn't realize how her lip lands in between her teeth. She doesn't realize how the hand that was on her stomach runs up her waist slowly. “Ek chutiya se weapons dealer ke adde pe raid dalni thi” he continues speaking “Ye koi problem nahi hai waise. Ye toh har roz ka chutiyapa hai mera. Problem ye hogayi thi ki ye aramse andar nahi aa raha tha” the tone in his voice made it clear that he meant that things got ugly.
Another flush of heat ran through Rashmika’s body. At the caliber of his voice, at the way he talked about darkness so casually. Her hand traveled further up her waist, she tucked her phone below her ear as she felt a burning need to touch her body to ease some of the ache from the burning heat developing. “Raid ghanton ke liye chali. Ek taraf se hum uske godown se asla barood varamat kar rahe the air dusri taraf se usike asla aur barood se uski gaand mar rahe the” he chuckled darkly at the humorous situation. Rashmika shamelessly abused the privacy of her apartment. She abused the fact that Aslam can't see how truly desperate and pathetic his voice had her. She presses her lips together to muffle a loud sigh as her hands gently palmed her breasts. She could feel her nipples pebbling and peak beneath the cotton fabric of her t-shirt. Her hands gently massage her soft warm mounds over her t-shirt to the sound of his voice.
Aslam's ears hear the soft rustle of fabric from Rashmika's end of the line. He ignores it and assigns it to her simply getting more comfortable in her bed. How sweet, he thinks. How sweet of his lovely sleepy girlfriend was still listening to him and his story “Phir bhi sala doh teen ghante ke liye tika raha. Phir meri patience khatam ho gayi maine hi charge ka order de diya tha aur khud bhi bhasad me utar gaya tha apni AK-47 ko leke” he says this so casually but she can hear the faint excitement in his voice. Rashmika hums along to Aslam’s story with a half focused mind. All she can think about is the unbearable heat that is between her legs. She can feel the slick gathering between her folds. She secures her phone by her ear as she hastily shoves off her sleep shorts until they pool around her ankles.
“Uske aadmi pehle bahar aye. Unko toh maine ek ek goli maari aur unka kaam tamaam kiya” his voice takes on a darker tone as he gets deeper and deeper into the story. Rashmika’s heart hammers as her breathing begins to get shallower and shallower. She can't believe herself. She can't believe she is touching herself to her boyfriend's voice, like a desperate bitch in heat. Before she can argue with her mind, her fingers decide to move as she slides a finger through her wetness. “Sab jaga goliyan chal rahi thi. Charge order dene se pehle mai apni jeep pe baith ke chai pee raha tha. Toh jab charge order diya mai chai leke hi chala gaya andar. Kisi bhadwe ne meri chai ka glass phod diya” he sounds genuinely devastated at how his chai was ruined. She bites her lip to muffle a pathetic sound when she uses her ring and middle finger to rub slow hard circles on her clit. Her fingers work over time to feel half as good as her memory of his fingers.
“Mujhe gussa aagaya toh maine bandook leke fire karna chalu kardiya. Kisi ke pair me kisi ke baju me. Phir dhue ke beech me mujhe main dealer mil gaya” he recants the story with a fond amusement that masks how dark and fucked up the real story is. She muffles a sharp cry as she rolls her nipple with her free hand. She feels her wetness soak her fingers as she continues grinding against her own hand. Her hips move of their own volition as she bucks for more pleasure. The visual of him and his words are just simply too much, she can imagine him so clearly. “Mai uske peeche lag gaya. Uske collar se usko pakad ke, diwaar pe ghaseet ke uske kalai pe mar ke uski bandook haat se nikalwai. Phir maine usko jeep ke side pe phek ke maara aur usko cuff karke arrest kiya maine ” He sighs tiredly. She has to bite back a moan as she can imagine the way she would disarm the dealer and throw him against his jeep before he cuffs him and throws him in the back.
Aslam pauses his story. It had been a few minutes and he hadn't heard one of her witty remarks or her sleepy hums to his story. Infact he hadnt heard anything from her side of the line. He looks at the clock on his wall that was illuminated by a thin sliver of moon light. It was 1 am and she might have succumbed to sleep. She had had a hard day afterall, she must have been exhausted as she heard his story but tried to stay awake for as long as she could. Something warm fluttered through his heart at the thought of her doing that for him. He stays entirely silent now as he thinks about this.
Rashmika's spine arches slightly as her hips push against her hand in a desperate bid to chase pleasure. Her brow furrows as she hears him go quiet. The lack of his voice in this moment feels wrong. “Aslam” a raw gasp rips from her throat as she keeps rubbing slow hard circles on her puffy clit “Please…bolte rahiye.” She needs him to keep speaking, she needs him to keep going. She doesn't care if his story was over or not. She just needs him to keep talking to her in that voice of his. “Kya?” blinks Aslam in the darkness of his room. He thought she fell asleep, and even if she wasn't, why was there such a desperate tone in her voice for him to simply continue his story?
“Keep…. Keep speaking please” she rasps in desperation as she spreads her legs slightly wider. Her index finger slips through her leaking and sopping wet slit as she uses it to circle her fluttering entrance gently. The amount of slick coating her hand told her plenty about the state of her desperate cunt. A moan pulls from the bottom of her throat as she sinks one finger inside of her. It was nowhere near the massive stretch of his cock but it would have to do. Aslam blinks once more as he starts to put the clues together, the rustling clothes, her quietness, her desperate throaty rasp, now this moan. His eyes widened in realization. She was touching herself to his voice. His voice affected her that much. A deep groan pulls from his chest as he feels his blood start to rush south.
Her finger pumps in and out of her slowly as she moans weakly at how he groaned in realization. She slipped her index finger out and immediately replaced them with her middle and ring fingers. She pumped them in and out of her in a steady pace as the hand that fondled her breast traveled down to her clit to help her further. “Rashmika….” begins Aslam in his deep voice. He was trying to wrap his head around what he was realizing. She gasps at his voice. “Tum kya…?” he trails off as he hopes to god he was right about his guess. “Yes…please. Please keep talking” she rasps with another choked moan as her fingers hit against the spot that makes her see stars.
Aslam immediately sat up a bit more in his bed. “F-Fuck” she stuttered desperately “Im so close” she whined as she kept the pace with her fingers. Aslam recovered enough of his brain cells at that moment to realize he needed to help her. How terribly sad that he couldn't help her physically but for now his voice would have to do. “Tauba tauba tauba” he clicked his tongue at her despite how incredibly hot he found this. He adjusted the phone by his ear “Meri awaz se tumhari ye halat ho gayi Rashmika?” he chuckles condescendingly as he palms his half hard cock through his salwar.
He can hear the wet squelching of her finger fucking herself through the speaker. She moans at how cruel he sounded. She could imagine the smirk on his face, how this fact would feed his ego for weeks. How he had her desperate for him on the phone simply from his voice. “Mashalah meri jaan…shukr manao ki humare beech me ek border hai abhi” he groans as he pulls himself out of his salwar with no ceremony. He fisted himself hard as he continued speaking “ Abhi hum phone pe hain. Thoh mujhe wakt lag gaya samjhne me, aur aapko mahulat mil gayi meri awaz ka faida uthane ka…haina?” He continues speaking absolute filth to her and he can hear how her voice is getting breathier and breathier.
“Nahi. Agar aap hote toh mai aapki awaz ki nahi…. Seedha apka faida uthati” she moans breathily with a grin, her legs tremble slightly, her cunt flutters around her fingers. Aslam isn’t able to stop the moan that pulls from him as he feels himself go entirely rock hard at her statement. His large rough palm wraps around his hard cock as he slowly jerks himself off. A low ragged breath leaves him as he hears the way she sounds over the phone. “Kaise chhu rahi ho tum apne aap ko?” he husks over the phone. His visuals are going wild as he scrambles for every memory he has of her and her body. He can still remember the way she writhed under him at just the feel of his fingers. He feels himself throb in his grip. Rashmika gasps out a moan at the filthy question. A flush of embarrassment floods through her. “Uh” she gasps breathily
“Ab kya sharam meri jaan” huffs Aslam with a mixture of amusement and arousal. His thumb circles his precum leaking tip. A raw hiss leaves his throat at the feeling. Rashmika swallowed back an embarrassed cry. He was right. What was the point of her embarrassment now that she had been caught? She begins speaking shakily “Aapka phone mere kaan ke neeche daba hua hai….dono haaton ki zaroorat padh rahi hai aapki poorti ke liye” Aslam's ears train to her voice as he slowly pumps his aching cock. “Its still not enough Aslam” she whines as her fingers grind and tap against her g-spot over and over. “I'm using two fingers inside of me. While my other hand is helping me and it's good but still not enough” she speaks breathily. Aslam groans at how desperate she sounds. How she was using both of her hands and yet it wasn't equivalent to him.
Rashmika can hear the way he is groaning on the phone. She knows that he is jerking himself off thinking about her. Imagining her and the way she is touching herself. Her breath shakes as her fingers speed up. Her ears burn with embarrassment at how her room is filled with the slick sounds of her sopping wet cunt. “Mmh fuck” she whimpers as her body twists and turns in pleasure. Aslam continues speaking, his own voice hoarse from pleasure “Mai wahan nahi hun toh meri baat suno Rashmika” her eyes roll the back of her head pleasure pulls at her core “Boliye” she rasps. “Apni ungliyan dheere deheere chalao. Slow down. Mehsoos karo” he orders her over the phone.
A moan rips from her throat. He was guiding her in his absence, he was controlling her pleasure from across the border. The command and conviction in his voice makes a shiver travel down her spine. Before her mind can fight back her body seems to obey. Her fingers slow down and rub against her internal walls with more pressure. Aslam can hear the change, he can hear the sounds of her greedy cunt deepen and quieten from how obscenely loud they were before. He feels his cock throb at the obedience. “Bas aise hi meri jaan.. Well done. Focus karo” there is a proud husk in his voice as he fists his cock harder. A feverish moan rips from her throat, heat flutters through her body. She feels the pull of her orgasm in her core “A-aslam” she stutters “I-im gonna” she warns him.
Aslam groans as he hears her voice. He feels his cock throb as his hand runs along it faster “Tum meri tabahi banogi Rashmika” As soon as he says that Rashmika’s pleasure snaps. A sharp broken cry erupts from her chest. Her cunt flutters around her fingers as a fresh wave of wetness coats her fingers. She feels the waves of her orgasm drag her under as her eyes roll to the back of her head. Aslam stills as he hears her cum on the other side of the phone. A wave of pure frustration pulls at him at the fact he can't witness how she falls apart. Her moans and cries ring out from his phone in the darkness of his own bedroom like a twisted porno.
Her chest heaves as she weakly catches her breath. Dopamine floods through her system in the after glow of her orgasm. She can still hear him on the other side of the line. She can hear his deep panting as he feels his own edge. A tired yet luminous smirk pulls at her lips. Now that the cloud of lust in her mind had been satisfied she could finally think straight. “Rashmika-” groans Aslam lost in chasing his own pleasure. Rashmika bit her lip, she loved how he took her name in desperation. But more than that she was excited for the absolute menace she was about to be “….good night SP Sahab” she pants cheekily as she drops the call suddenly.
Aslam hears the line go dead and blinks in surprise, his hand stops moving over his cock as his brain short circuits. He groans in frustration, his cock throbs in his fist. He was still painfully hard and now deeply annoyed at the childish behavior that the woman who has him this hard just did. He tossed his phone beside him as he tried to focus on himself. He huffs under his breath as he ignores the petty annoyance he feels at his girlfriend. His thumb circles around his tip with more vigour as he fists himself harder. Ragged breaths pull from his throat. The pleasure kept building in his core. He was so close that a choked sound left his throat.
All he can think about is her. All he can remember is her. It's only her memories that were the fuel in his core as he continued pumping his cock. Lying on the bed he heard his phone buzz and beep with a ringtone he only set for Rashmika. He keeps one hand on his cock as he reaches for his phone. He unlocks his phone and goes to his messages. Its a photo. His heart races slightly as he opens the image. Aslam was no stranger to racy pictures from his girlfriend but this was so different.
It’s an image taken from above. In it he can see her soft white cotton panties are shoved halfway down her creamy thighs and they are utterly drenched. Her hand was in the frame. Fingers arched delicately. Her middle and ring fingers shiny with her own slick. His eyes widen impossibly as he tries to engrave the photo behind his eyelids. His cock twitches violently at the pure implication in that photo. His voice was enough to do that to her. His voice was enough to make her lose control like that. He feels his cock throb in his hot palm as a grin pulls at his face. He holds his phone closer to his face as he pumps his cock with renewed vigour. This woman was about to be the death of him.
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Ever since that day of the press conference Rashmika had begun receiving calls from Pakistan on a daily basis that lasted upwards of an hour each time with no good reason for them to be happening. These daily calls were prominent enough for the local Intelligence Bureau officers to have been activated to investigate this unnatural pattern of phone calls. Rashmika woke up one day to pounding on her door. When she sighed and opened her door her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. The men in formals whipped out an ID badge and held it in front of her face. “Good morning. Hum Intelligence Bureau se hain. Can we come in for a discussion?” Rashmika nodded wordlessly as she gestured for the men to come in and have a seat. When they sat down on her sofa they asked a question Rashmika had never expected to hear “Aap har din Pakistan me ek ghante ka call kyun karti ho?”
She furrowed her brows as she took a gulp of water as she tried to gather her words to explain to these officers the truth without sounding ridiculous “Um mai ek journalist hun…as you know” she began slowly “I had an assignment in Lyari where I had to shadow a Police SP to investigate their methodologies of dealing with crime and gangs” The officers began scribbling notes as she spoke. “So aapka assignment khatam hone ke baad bhi aap contact me kyun ho?” one asked as he flicked open his notepad. Rashmika continued with a deep sigh as she crossed her legs and leaned in conspiratorially “Sir ji kya bataun mai aapko ab..” all the officers leaned in on instinct “On the last night of my assignment I got stuck in crossfire. My police protection and main subject for my interview is a very….khadus type of aadmi shall we say” she paused for effect and the officers nodded along with a raised eyebrow. “Like…not khadus in a way that turns you off…you know what I mean?” she hummed as she took another drink of water.
“No I don't know what you mean” deadpanned one of the officers “What kind of khadus is a turn on?” he questions in disgust. Rashmika sighed as she stood up and went to her book case in her living room. Her fingers rifled through old newspapers until she landed on the correct one. She pulled out the paper in which her report was printed as she flicked open to the page with Aslam's photo on it as she handed it to the officers. The men crowded around the paper to get a better look. One of them tilted his head, another nodded in understanding, another nodded in recognition. A smile pulled at her face as she leaned in to look at Aslam's photo shamelessly “As you can see…Thats khadus in a hot way” she hummed in deep appreciation as she remembered how he touched her…how he spoke to her. Months later the memories are still vivid enough to make her thighs clench in need. One of the officers cleared his throat awkwardly “Continue with the story please Raina madam”
“Oh haan!” she hummed as she reluctantly dragged her eyes away from the handsome photo of Aslam posing with his jeep as he smoked. “Haan, so that night when I got stuck in the cross fire. He saved me and whisked me away to safety.” she ended calmly. An officer blinked as his pen stopped moving on his note pad “Wait…thats it? And that's why either you or him initiates a call for hours everyday?” Rashmika shook her head no “Arre nahi nahi sir ji-” another officer interjected “Toh phir puri baat batao na?!” The senior most officer of the group gave the over excited one a hard stare. “Sir ji jo aage ki baat hai woh mai agar kisi tarha bata bhi dungi toh aap apne report me likh nahi paoge” Rashmika grinned as she twirled a strand of hair in her fingers. She tangled her hands slightly in her loose locs, her scalp tinglied slightly as she remembered how he yanked at her hair as he fucked her.
“Oh?” the senior most official raised an eyebrow as he looked at Rashmika wondering what she was hiding. She gives him a pointed look that asks him to read between the lines. The realization dawns on the officer slowly “.....OH!” Rasmika nodded as she sat up in her chair a bit more. “Haan toh issiliye Pakistan me phone jaata hai ya pakistan se phone aata hai…thoda connection sa ban gaya hai” she smiled innocently. “Long distance dating and all…. you know?” One of the officers turned red at the mention of the word connection. Within moments the IB officers cleared her and hastily fled the scene.
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A few months later @ 7pm
Author’s Note: Please listen to Jhol
Rashmika slams her front door shut as she walks into her house. The hardwood door shakes from the sheer force of it. She tosses her overnight bag onto the floor with no ceremony as she reaches into her pocket for her phone again. She never should have gone home to Delhi for the weekend. She shouldn't have trusted how sweetly her parents had called her home. How can they? How could they? Rashmika seethed with anger she sadly couldn't take out on her parents for the nuclear bomb they had blasted on her head.
Kivein tennu mein wekhawan?
Dilon russ gayi aan chhawaan
Teri yaadan ich bikhra mein, duniya sajaawaan
She unlocked her phone and scrolled her contacts to find one very specific contact – Mera khadus <3 – Her fingers were shaking with barely held back frustration and rage as she clicked the call. Within two rings the line clicked “Haan jaan-e-maan?” hummed the dark and rumbling voice of SP Aslam “Mai abhi tumhe milane hi wala tha, abhi abhi ghar paucha hun” She could hear the tired sigh of the exhausting day he had just had. She heard the dull clank of him putting his gun and holster on his bedside table. And yet his voice held that quiet adoration that he only reserved for her. This was his daily routine every day from the past few months, no matter what he made sure to call Rashmika once a day. No matter how busy he was.
Sunn ve mein kithay jaawaan?
Hun chhup gayi aan raawaan
Mein te dassiya si
Khwaabaan ich takkya si
Halle hun din vi nai charrya
Te dil ich toon
Mere mann ich toon
“ A-aslam mujhe bohot tez gussa aa raha hai” she managed to grit out as her anger threatened to turn into tears. Aslam immediately perked up when he heard her worried voice. “Kya hua Rashmika?” He sat up in his armchair. He didn't like that tone in her voice. He didn't like that tone in her voice when he couldn't comfort her in his arms. “Aaj mai ghar gayi thi mummy papa se milne…” she began shakily as she sat down on her sofa. “Unhone mujhe shaadi karne ke liye majboor karne ki sashish rachi…..Unhone ek ladka bhi dekh liya!” She ended angrily.
Jaddon vi nai hondi paas
Te tarrapdi ae rooh
Te ravein tu kareeb sohnrri, haali na tu ja
Tu hi hai mera naseeb
Kaddi vi na jaavein duur
Assi laa ditte jinne vi tu mangdi ae taare
Meri jaan kaddi vi na darein mere pyaare
Aslam went silent. He went scarily silent. More terrifying than his verbal silence was the mental silence he was facing. He felt his brain go silent. He felt his body freeze like a deer in headlights. He had not expected this. He had not expected this at all. He curses to himself for not expecting this. This was bound to happen one day. He should have known that everything was too good to last. He should have known that love was never in the cards for him. “Chup kyun ho aap? KUCH TOH BOLO!” she implored him from the other side of the phone. Aslam heard her voice but his ears felt like they were under water. Everything sounded muffled.
Dil ich tu
Meri hasrat tu
Assi tere utte marde ne
Sunde naien kyun?
He wants to be selfish, he wants to yell that she is his and she cant marry anyone else. But Aslam hated one thing about himself; he hated that he was a bitter realist. He hated how he knew somewhere deep down that the idea of them was impossible. “Rashmika…” he begins slowly as he anticipates the pain each word was about to bring to his soul. He can hear her shaky breaths from the other side of the phone. His voice is slightly shaky as he continues “Meri jaan…shayad tumhare ammi aur abbu sahi keh rahe hain” Aslam's eyes shut painfully as he hears her gasp from the other side “Shayad tumhe shaadi kar leni chahiye” he ends quietly.
Hun te roz tennu chaande chaande
Tere husn utte marde assi roz
Ki kariye sajnrra bol? (Sajnrra)
Haan, tere hi jhol utte nachde saare
Tere pyaar ich kariye ki hun bol?
Sajnrra kya aavan kol?
His head hangs slightly as he leans his elbows on his knees. Rashmika's words fail her. Her mouth hangs open and her eyes stay wide. For a moment she is unable to register what he was saying. “Kya?! Aap aisa keh kaise sakte ho?” she asks as she leans forward to be slightly more alert. This made no sense. He wasn't supposed to say this. Aslam wasn't supposed to say this. “Meri baat suniye.” He begins with painful gentleness “Hume ek taraf se asliyat bhi dekhni padegi Rashmika” He pauses for a moment before he continues “Mai Pakistan me rehta hun. Tum India me rehti ho. Ye..ye jo humare beech me hai kabhi kuch ho sakta tha?”
Kinnu puchhaan mein ehsaas kithe rakhde ne
Gallan taalde te naal kivein hansde nein
Chhad ditti mein umeedaan saari duniya toon
Aewein lokaan diyaan gallan ich phassde nein
Nai mein nai bol diyaan jhoot
Mere te tera ae suroor
Tere utte likhan gaanrre sonrrein jachde nein
Dilaan dee yaari saadi ve dilaan da naiyo ae kasoor
Naal rehna si zaroor, saade te iraade
Rashmika can't stop the stutter of disbelief in her voice as she responds to him “Ye aap kaise keh sakte ho?” She says. The pained sigh from the other end of the phone line tells Rashmika enough about what he was about to say next. She cuts him off before he has a chance to speak. “You can't do this. You can't say this. You can't just end whatever we have!” she exclaims as her voice steadily rises. She was angry at her parents for what they pulled on her but my god was she getting angry at Aslam for what he was insinuating. He had let go of her so easily? The past few months meant nothing to him?
Mera koyi hor nai ae dass ditta duniya nu
Jaddon vi aave apne naal laave khushian nu
Jaddon vi duur jaave, jaan saadi kadd jaave
Sajnrra ae tere kol vassna e chaave
Muskura ke le litti ae saadi zima vaari
Nai mein nai kitti kaddi vi tere ton badgumaani
Tu mera yaar si, dil aasmaan paar si
Ae do dillaan da pyaar si
O pyaar na si kaghazi par
Aslam clears his throat like he was clearing it of emotion as he speaks “Mai tumse kabhi mohobbat karna nahi chhodunga” Rashmika clasped a hand on her mouth to muffle her gasp of surprise. Mohobbat. He had said that he would never stop loving her. “Lekin tumhe apni zindagi tabha nahi karni chahiye. Tumhe mere intezar me, humare intezar me- apni zindagi tabha nahi karni chahiye” he ends huskily like each word pained him like a gunshot wound. Rashmika stares at the ceiling shell shocked. Tears flood her eyes, they flood her eyes at what he had just admitted. Leave it to SP Chaudhary Aslam to confess his love for the very first time just as he tells her to move on from whatever they have.
Meri khwaahish toon
Meri hasrat toon
Assi tere utte marde ne mande nai kyun?
Hun te roz tennu chaande chaande
Tere husn utte marde assi roz
Ki kariye sajnrra bol? (Sajnrra)
Haan, tere hi jhol utte nachde saare
Tere pyaar ich kariye ki hun bol?
Sajnrra kya aavan kol?
A watery chuckle leaves her throat that pulls at his heart as she speaks “Mohobbat?....mohobbat toh mai aapse karti hun” she sighs as she wicks away the tears that threaten to spill, Aslam swallows hard. Rashmika had told him she loved him before, but hearing those exact words repeated to him in this moment after he had just admitted it out loud was something that stunned him. Hearing those words that his heart had figured out the day she had given him her phone number as she left the airport many months ago, now reciprocated in this context simply hurt “Aapko meri zindagi tabha karne ki koi chinta nahi karni chahiye. Do you know why?” she asks him softly. Aslam doesn't answer he stays silent on the other side of the line so Rashmika continues for him “Aapne mujhe kisi aur ke liye puri tarha se tabha kardiya hai. I'm not even ashamed to admit this anymore. SP Sahab aap bade kamine ho….mujhe kisi aur mard ke liye tabha kardiya aur mujhe chhod ke jaa rahe ho”
Tere te mein waari jaavaan
Tere gunn gaavaan mein
Tere bin jee lagda nai ae
Bas tennu chavaan mein
Hun raavan morr
“ Rashmika. Aisa mat kaho, please.” He sighs as he runs a hand over his beard “Tabha tum nahi hui ho. Tabha toh mai hua hun.” Rashmika narrows her eyes in an attempt to stop the tears “TOH PHIR YE KAR KYU RAHE HO AAP?!” She exclaimed roughly. If he was as ruined as she was by whatever they have then why would he even do what he was trying to do? Her head spun with rage and confusion. Aslam sighed as he fought his own emotions. Why was she making this harder than it needed to be? Why was she not understanding something so incredibly simple “KYUNKI TUMHARE TAQDEER ME KOI MUJHSE ZYADA BEHTAR LIKHA HUA HAI!” He exploded. His breath was heavy as he continued “Rashmika…Mai jitna bhi koshish karlun kabhi tumhare layak nahi ban paunga. Mai ek achha aadmi nahi hun aur tumhare aaspas rehne ke layak toh bilkul bhi nahi hun”
Hun te roz tennu chaande chaande
Tere husn utte marde assi roz
Ki kariye sajnrra bol? (Sajnrra)
Haan, tere hi jhol utte nachde saare
Tere pyaar ich kariye ki hun bol?
Sajnrra kya aavan kol?
“MUJHE EK ACHHA AADMI NAHI CHAHIYE!” she exploded as the dam of tears she was holding back started leaking “Mai sirf aapko chahati hun! BHAD ME JAYE PURI DUNIYA” she spoke as she harshly wiped the tears off of her face. Aslam took a deep pained breath, he hated hearing the tears in her voice. He hated how he was causing them. He hated that he couldn't comfort her through the phone. But as selfish and as bad of a man he was for the rest of the world, he knew that she deserved the world. He couldn't just burrow his head in the sand and pretend like they could be together.
“Nahi… Rashmika…Meri jaan. Tum mujhe chahati ho lekin asliyat samjho. Asliyat ye hai ki hum dono ek border ke aar paar hain.” He ties again softer this time even as he feels his own heart break further. A whimpered sob travels through the phone. Aslam continues “Jaan… agar ek hi mulq me hum hote toh yeh problem hi nahi hoti” he stops for a moment before his voice hardens “Agar hum ek mulq me hote toh tumhe kabhi nahi apne se dur jaane deta.” Rashmika sniffs back a hot tear at his words “Sahi hai…ye sab sahi hai.” she begins sarcastically “Agar mujhse itna hi pyar karte ho toh mujhe itni asani se chhod rahe ho?”
“Tumse mohobbat karta hun mai Rashmika…isiliye tume jaane de raha hun” he sighs as he clears his throat. “Nahi karte ho aap mujhse mohhobat..” she whispers brokenly. Aslam continues even though he can feel emotion clawing at him “Tumhare nasseb me mujhse bhi zyada sachhi mohobbat hai ...nikaah karlo meri jaan. Tumhe sacchi mohobbat mil jaegi” Before either of them can speak further the line clicks and goes dead “H-hello? HELLO?” Rashmika yells into her phone in shock. He had just ended whatever they had and told her to move on and get married because she deserves better than him. A shaky breath leaves her. It's like her body freezes. She feels the tears pool in her eyes but they stay there unable to fall.
What just happened? Rashmika sits there with a blank look on her face in her apartment in Mumbai. Aslam's head hangs forward as he sits in an armchair in his bedroom in Karachi. A painful vacuum rests in their chests from where their hearts used to be. Now it feels like their hearts got ripped out of their chest. One floated out of an apartment in Mumbai, another floated out of a bungalow in Karachi. They met somewhere in the middle of the Arabian ocean. They met over international waters. They met where no one could separate them again.
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Next day @ 1 pm
The Beach Club Restaurant, SOBO, Mumbai, India
“Kya hua Rashmi? aaj tu apne phone se nahi chipki hui hai?” hummed Diplomat Yamini Singh as she transferred more of the fresh salad they were sharing in between them onto her plate “Aaj zarroorat se zyada manhoos bhi lag rahi ho?” she questioned as she popped a slice of fresh mozzarella into her mouth. Rashmika sighed as she looked at Yamini. This was supposed to be a good and happy meeting, Yamini had gotten a week off and they had finally made plans to have a girls day out after months.
But after last night she didn't have the heart to even step out of her house. She had barely slept. She spent the entire night thinking and numb. She knew that that decision wasn't easy for Aslam either. She knew that the news had just shocked him. She knew he wouldn't give her up that easily without a fight. But he hadn't said anything since last night . And maybe that's what hurt the most. “RASHMI!” Yamini calls out, snapping her fingers in front of her face. Rashmika snaps out of it “Oh sorry” she hums quietly as she takes a bite of her salad and reaches for the loaded nachos in the middle of the table. “Will you tell me what's bothering you?” implores Yamini as she delicately and elegantly unhinges her jaw to stuff two nachos in her mouth at the same time.
Rashmika rubs her eyes in exhaustion as she realizes she has to tell Yamini. Not only because the woman won't let her leave until she knows the story but also because she needed to tell someone. She needed someone to know what she was going through. Rashmika takes a deep breath as she tells her the story. Yamini stops unhinging her jaw for a few moments to listen to her friend intently. Her eyes remained wide open as she heard everything Rashmika was telling her, she couldn't believe it. The cogs in her brain turned to try and come to terms with what she was hearing. Finally Rashmika ends her recounting “Phir unhone phone kaat diya. Just like that. He just fucking cut the call Yamini!” she sighs bitterly as she takes a sip of her mocktail.
“Well… at least he is a realist in this situation” hummed Yamini as she resumed unhinging her jaw to stuff 3 loaded nachos into it simultaneously to make up for when she had paused. Rashmika blinked hard as she set down her peach mocktail. Her eyes narrowed as she yanked the plate of nachos away from Yamini “You are such a bitch” Rashmika hisses at Yamini as she also snatches away the nacho that rested in her hand. Yamini’s face hung open in indignation, a small scoff of disbelief left her mouth “Just because for once in my life I’m not taking your side that makes me a bitch?”
“Yes!” Says Rashmika flatly as she eats the nacho that was just in Yamini’s hand with a loud crunch. Yamini sighs as she sees that maybe she needs to be the bigger one right now. Her friend was in pain and she hated it. She also hated how Aslam was the realist here, she hated how she was siding with him. Yamini begins diplomatically, her training coming in naturally “Rashmika, he is right though. As much as you both love each other do you see how impossible this is?” The woman with a broken heart rolls her eyes. This was the last thing she wanted to hear from Yamini, the last thing she wanted was for her to side with Aslam.
“What ifffff…” Rashmika begins with a tone in her voice that makes it clear to Yamini that something incredibly stupid was going to come out of her mouth. “What if I ask you to smuggle me into Pakistan when you go fuck that scary ass Major again?” Yamini blinks in shock at the mention of Iqbal so suddenly “Uska naam kya tha…?” Trails off Rashmika “Major Iqbal and-” Begins Yamini before she is cut off again “ Haan! Iqbal! Anyways You can smuggle me in your luggage because diplomats don’t have their luggage checked”
Yamini nods her head in contemplation as she sips on her cocktail, she wished it was stronger for what she was facing currently “Why are you the way that you are?” she asks carefully as she narrows her eyes and tilts her head to try and uncover Rashmika’s brain. The broken hearted and maybe insane woman rolls her eyes with a scoff once again “I’m sorry you haven’t experienced love” Yamini reaches across the table and swipes the plate of nachos from Rashmika's hands. The expression on her face is flat as she responds to Rashmika “I really wish Reanna was here. She would have smacked sense into you and your bullshit about love”
Now it was Rashmika’s turn to scoff. It was a low blow for Yamini to bring her up, it was a low blow for her to bring up the missing person of their trio. “What? The ice queen? The woman with a heart of ice incapable of falling in love?” With each statement Rashmika’s voice gets slightly louder with each point before lowering her voice for sharam and lehaaz “Haan obviously! She would obviously read my ass through about the irrationality of love and how I should just get a dildo….. where is she anyways?”
“I don’t fucking know yaar…” hums Yamini as she takes a swig of her rum cocktail. There is a disappointment in her voice “ It’s been so long, and none of my informants inside of R&AW can find shit. All they know is that she goes by Rehanna now for whatever mission she is on” Yamini rolls her eyes. Rashmika huffs out a laugh “ Wow deceptive as fuck. Hmm…well could she be in Pakistan?” she hums playing with the straw of her drink absentmindedly. Her mind was still stuck on the nation and more importantly her man who lives there.
Yamini’s eyes shut as her eyebrows raised. She pops a cherry tomato into her lips, biting down on the crisp morsel as she sighs in exhaustion “Gurl…. even if she was in Pakistan for some random ass reason….This is clearly a plot to go see that police SP of yours” Rashmika begins her response on instinct “Ye- I mean no absolutely not. This would be entirely journalistic!” she recovers quickly, making Yamini raise one perfectly arched eyebrow “Achha?” she begins “ The investigation of how deep that dick goes?” she ends slyly as she takes a sip of her cocktail.
Rashmika chokes, coughs, and sputters on her drink as her cheeks flush slightly “Must you be so crude?” she wheezes as she whips her head around to look if anyone was watching them. “Rehanna would have been cruder so excuse me for trying to fill that void of our missing best friend…” Trails off Yamini as she looks out a window, she turns back to Rashmika with a toothy grin “Oh wait you want dick to fill that void”
Rashmika pinches the bridge of her nose in frustration as Yamini grins like the devil kicking her leg under the table as she pumps her eyebrows at her filled to the brim with innuendo. Then Rashmika dulls slightly as she really looks at Yamini “I was serious about going to Pakistan again though” Yamini’s face turns sympathetic as she reaches across the table. Not for the nachos this time, but instead for Rashmika’s hand. She takes her hand in her own as she soothes her best friend “Well maybe your channel might be able to send you if they decide to do some real news for once instead of the celebrity hot goss that they seem to be slurping up through a straw” Rashmika nods with a sigh. Yamini pats her hand “Aa chal tujhe daru pilauun…dukh me mat doob” She pulls out her wallet and throws down the bill amount as she drags Rashmika to an upscale bar not so far away.
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The next day @ 12 pm
National News Media (NNM) HQ, Mumbai, India
Rashmika groans as her head falls in her hands. She never should have listened to Yamini and stayed up drinking until four in the morning. Because the thing was that Rashmika isn't an avid drinker. Maybe a glass of wine here or there but nothing more than that. But Yamini? Yamini was an alcoholic by Rashmika’s standards. Rehanna, by comparison to Yamini, seemed to be alive only on pure spite.
Last night she had gotten incredibly wasted with Yamini. Not like that was hard because five shots was enough to do the trick while Yamini on the other side was as fresh as a daisy even after 8 drinks. Rashmika got so wasted that Yamini had to drop her home and stay the night so she doesn't do something stupid….like book a plane ticket to Pakistan. A decision that would have gotten her arrested at the border.
Now Rashmika was incredibly hungover and heartbroken. Her head pounded and soul ached. Her first instinct after waking up was to call Aslam to tell him how wasted she had gotten and ask if he had any advice on hangovers since he drank often. But then she remembered what had happened and it took her strength she didn't know she had to not break down crying. Now she had somehow made it to work with her pounding head and aching soul. But now the pounding was just too much.
Her fingers massaged her temples as she sighed remembering how when she was sick a few weeks ago Aslam stayed with her on the phone not speaking but just present for her in the only way he could be. A package of medicine and warm soup even showed up at her door to which Aslam heavily denied any hand in. She smiles at the memory before it naturally makes her heart ache more. She doesn't hear the footsteps behind her as she stays lost in her memory. A hand rests on her shoulder which makes her jump out of the suddenness of it all.
Her body jerks as she turns to look at who touched her shoulder. It's Mr. Naman Jaiswal, the chief editor of the National News Media political and current affairs paper. He was the man who hired her and was her mentor. Now he stood with one of his hands on her shoulder and the other with a sairadon headache pill and nimbu pani. “Good afternoon sir” says Rashmika as she tries to stand up. Jaiswal pats her shoulder and silently tells her to be seated as he himself takes a seat next to her. He wordlessly places the nimbu pani and sairadon on her desk. “Sir aapko kaise pata?” she asks softly as she takes the pill and opens the package “Hangover hai na?” Jaiswal tilts his head as he analyzes further “Oh ho heartbreak hangover?”
Rashmika gulps the medicine down with the nimbu pani “Aapko kaise pata chala?” Jaiswal smiles knowingly as he pats Rashmika’s hand “Dikh jata hai Rashmika…mu pe dikh jaata hai” She nods wordlessly as she sips the nimbu pani. The fresh citrusy drink helped her brain freshen up slightly “Sir if you dont mind can we change the topic?” she asked with a dullness in her that Jaiswal had never seen. Jaiswal nods immediately “Haan sure. I understand” He reaches for his phone in the breast pocket of his sleeve. He pulls it out and reads something quickly once more. “I wanted to give you some good news actually” he smiles as he sets down his phone.
Rashmika nods for him to continue. “So.. your report on Pakistani police really opened the eyes of some seniors. They really liked the way you represented the country more than its stereotype and how much you attached it in similarity to India” began Jaiswal. Rashmika’s lips froze on her glass as she heard the words pakistan and police. Jaiswal continues “They have decided that it would be wise for the NNM to have international branches too since it gives a wider perspective on the world. And based on your report they had decided that pehla branch pados me hi khol lete hain. In simple words they want to open a Branch in Pakistan" Rashmika blinks blankly at Jaiswal. The words are going through her but not sticking how they should be.
Jaiswal spells it out for her “They are really proud of your work Rashmika. They see how full of talent you are. They want you to be the chief editor at the new branch.” Rashmika's mouth hangs open. Jaiswal grins as he continues “Your choice of stories, your choice of reports, your narrative, your everything. Congratulations Rashmika!” he says, shaking her hand as he stands up. The floor below Rashmika spins as things finally begin to click in place. Chief editor. Pakistani branch. Her power. Her management. Her stories…most importantly now the biggest obstacle between her and Aslam had just evaporated into thin air. “Let me assume it's a yes for the job?” Jaiswal hums knowingly. Rashmika’s face brightens as she ditches Jaiswal's hand and hugs him “YES SIR THANK YOU SIR!” she squeals by his ear. The entire floor turns to look at them with confused looks. But Rashmika didn't care. She was going to see her SP Sahab.
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Four days later @ 5 pm
Karachi International Airport, Karachi, Pakistan
Four days after Jaiswal had given her the brilliant news Rashmika had landed in the chaotic city of Karachi with all of her bags and boxes. She uprooted her life from India with no hesitation since she felt no real need to stay. She didn't like her family. Not just because they were pressuring her to get married, but that didn't help their case much. Her work life was entirely moved to Pakistan automatically. One of her best friends was Yamini and knowing her Rashmika had a feeling that she would be seeing her in a similar situation in a few months considering how she and Iqbal were doing. Rehanna? Rehanna was a question mark as of right now because they had no clue where in the world she was at this moment of time. The point was that she didn't have to think too hard to move.
But the biggest reason she was so willing to rip her life out with no hesitation was slightly conflicting to the more feminist side of her. She had to remind herself again and again that this was a major step in her career, her salary, her world visibility, her power. But there was no denial about one thing. She was happy to have her chance with her SP Sahab, her Aslam. The reason he was being a realist was the border between them. But now there is nothing but air in between them.
Ideally she should have called him. Ideally she should have called someone to pick her up at the airport. She sighs to herself as she sees all of her bags in front of her. She should have called him. He would have picked her boxes and bags up easily with his big beefy arms flexing under his kurta as he loaded her bags into his jeep…. Rashmika doesn't notice how her bottom lip finds its way in between her teeth as a vision flashes before her eyes. She has to force herself to blink out of it with a sigh. Thankfully for her a cab driver comes up to her and asks her “Bibi ji aapko kahi jaana hai?” Rashmika nodded as she adjusted her scarf, weeks ago Aslam had mentioned where he lived and sent her a few photos since she had asked for them. She remembers “Bhaijaan Karachi Senior Police city jaana hai. Kitne me leke chalo ge?”
“Bibi ji 600 rupay toh lagenge aapka itna saara samaan hai” The taxi driver gestures at all of her boxes and bags. “Haan theek hai chalega” nods Rashmika. Without a moment's delay the driver loads up the bags in the car as Rashmika settles in the back seat. She hid her giddy smile as she checked her watch, it was 3 pm. Aslam would be home by 7:30. She would have enough time to freshen up and maybe rest before he came home.
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The driver enters the senior police city and it is immediately different to the rest of Karachi. As soon as they drive through the gates the change is apparent. Fresh black two-lane asphalt roads, wide avenues lined with concrete sidewalks. Trees and bushes lined the dividers and the sides of the side walks. The trees arched over the road covering the whole region in a cool shade. Large bungalows line the roads, some modern, some more traditional, some with questionable taste entirely. The wives of the other officers promenade around the area in their own little groups as young children load off of school buses.
It was a beautiful little segment of Karachi reserved for the more senior officers. She looked around at the houses as she searched for Aslam's house. She knew what it looked like but not where it was. She knew he would like some degree of isolation, but not too close to the edges of the gated community for safety reasons. So he must be at some dead end street. “Bhai jaan zaara daien aur mudiye, iss choti sadak pe” Rashmika hummed as she gestured to a small isolated side street that went deeper into the community.
Rashmika grinned as she knew she got the right house when she saw Farah, the maid from the guest house she stayed at with Aslam a few months ago. Farah stood in the front lawn picking some fresh flowers in her arms as she saw the taxi approach. Rashmika stepped out of it and Farah brightened immediately as she rushed to greet her. “Rashmika Ji aap?!” she exclaimed as she took one of Rashmika’s heavy bags. Rashmika pulled her into a hug which shocked the maid. “Mujhe miss kiya kya aapne Farah bi?” the woman nods as she wipes her eyes with the dupatta “Mujhe laga ki aap kabhi wapas Pakistan nahi aa payengi!” Rashmika laughs as she looks at Aslam's beautiful bricked bungalow “Arreh aise kaise nahi aati mai? Apne boyfriend ko milne ayi hun Farha bi” she winked at her before she began walking towards the grand entry way with the truly massive doorway.
Farah chuckles lightly as she leads Rashmika in while she asks the gardener to ask some constables to help bring in Rashmika’s stuff. And immediately she begins doting on Rashmika, sitting her down at the dining table as she whips up a quick chai with some simple nashta regardless of how much Rashmika told her that she wasn't hungry. Only once Farha was satisfied with how much Rashmika had eaten, she led her up the stairs to the second floor where Aslam's bedroom was.
“Aap naha dho lijiye aur thoda aram karlijiye, sahab abhi shaam ko aate honge” she smiles as she opens Aslam's bedroom door for Rashmika. The room was simple and no nonsense in an elegant and minimalist way. A king sized wooden bed in the center of the room with a night stand on either side. An arm chair, a rug and a small book shelf in one corner. A wardrobe and ensuite bathroom along the either side with a balcony on the last remaining free wall next to the bed’s headboard. “Sahab aapko dekh ke khush hojaenge!” grinned Farha imagining how happy Aslam would be to see Rashmika.
“Nahi nahi nahi Farah bi!” exclaims Rashmika “aap unko kuch nahi bataengi!....unko surprise dete hain” she finishes with a twinkle in her eye that Farah immediately matches “Jo aap bolo” she grins as she leaves Rashmika to freshen up. Rashmika sets down her bag on the floor as she smiles to herself. Seeing her here would make him happy… but how could she drive him crazy with minimal effort? Her eyes flick to his bed where one of his white pathani cotton kurtas lay prepared for him to change into when he came home. And suddenly she knew how to drive him crazy. Rashmika grinned to herself as he picked up just the kurta, not caring about the salwar one bit as she walked to his ensuite bathroom. Within moments she shed her clothes and dumped them unceremoniously on the bathroom floor as she stepped into the hot shower.
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Same day @ 7:30 pm
SP Chaudhary Aslam’s Bungalow, Karachi Senior Police City, Karachi, Pakistan
SP Chaudhary Aslam sighs wearily as he pulls his jeep into the driveway of his bungalow. He didn't want to be home. A week ago he would have been happy to be home no matter how late it was, because he knew someone in a different country would be waiting for him by the phone. He knew someone would greet him with their warm honey melting voice. But a week ago Aslam lost it all. In fact he had let go of it all. He had let go of the only woman he had truly loved in his miserable life. He had let go of his Rashmika.
He didn't want to let go of her. He didn't want to let go of her at all or let go of her ever for that matter. But when she had called him and told him what her parents were pressuring her to do, Aslam felt like he had sobered up after months of being in the intoxicating feeling of being in love. He realized that he needed to let go of her. He realized that they would never be able to happen because of the stupid fucking border between them. He couldn't go to Rashmika and she couldn't come to him. And she deserted everything. Rashmika deserved everything. She deserved a happy life, she derived a happy marriage. Which were the only two things he couldn't give her. He hadn't been okay since that night. He had become more silent, more angry, more dangerous. That's what happens to a man when he has to let go of the thing he loves most in life.
Aslam opens his door and steps out of his jeep. He shuts the door with a hard crack as he lights a cigarette and walks into his house. The house is dark and quiet. Like his soul. One singular light remains on in the kitchen. He can hear the sounds of utensils clanking and the scent of lovely food he had absolutely no stomach for. “Farah bi mai ghar aa gaya hun!” Aslam calls as he takes another drag off of his cigarette. Farah hurries out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a tea towel “Oh aap agaye sahab?” she asks, barely able to conceal her excitement. Rashmika's voice rings in her head to keep quiet. Aslam nods as he walks to the jug of water on the dining table. Before he can pour himself a glass Farah rushes over “Layiye sahab mai kar deti hun” she pours him a fresh glass and hands it to him respectfully Aslam nods in thanks as he drinks it slowly. “Sahab aap jaake fresh hojaiye…aapke kapde maine aapke bistar pe rakh diye”
“Farah bi mera khana khane ka man nahi hai aaj” he says quietly as he hands her the glass “Aap khana banake ghar chali jaiye. Agar bhook lagegi mai kha lunga” he says with a tired look in his eyes. Farah nods in understanding, she knew why he was upset. “Ji sahab jaisa aap bolein” Aslam nods wordlessly again as he walks away to the stairs. Farah bites back a smile as she rushes back to the kitchen to finish preparing the food. He may not be hungry now but Farah knew when his heart became happy his stomach would growl too.
Aslam walks up the stairs to his bedroom in quiet reminiscence. He takes another drag off of his cigarette as he reaches the landing at the top. He doesn't even understand why he came home. It was lonely and miserable here. At least at the LTF office he had work to keep him busy at home all he had were memories of her to drown in. He ashes his cigarette in the crystal ashtray he had placed in the hallway as he pushes open the room of his door. As soon as he walks in he knows something is different.
As soon as he walks in, his room doesn't smell like the usual despair his room had reeked of for the past week. Instead he can smell a fresh light scent, its floral, and its citrusy too. He has smelled this particular blend before. His nose takes a deeper inhale as he tries to place it. His balcony doors are open and he swore that he shut them before he left this morning, his bathroom door is left open too. Strange. The moonlight streams through his open balcony, the sheer linen curtains flutter in the breeze. He walks into his relatively dark room slightly more. His mojaris sound softly on the hardwood floors of his bedroom. His gaze lands on his bed where his clothes should be waiting for him. Instead he finds a soft lump beneath the covers.
Aslam blinks as he freezes. There was somebody in his bed. His mind stalls entirely as his eyes dart to the figure. His breathing and senses sharpen as he goes on alert. His mind races to figure out who could be on his bed. Who on this damned planet had the audacity to sleep on SP Chaudhary Aslam's bed like they owned it? Slowly he moves forward, deeper into the room, closer to the bed. The person in his bed is curled up on their side. The covers are pulled up all the way and aslam notices how the covers dip softly at the figure's waist. It was clear it was a woman in his bed. The other clue was the long black ink like luscious locs spread out on his pillow. He could hear soft breathing from the woman in his bed. A woman….in his bed? Confusion waves through Aslam. He was unsure as to what on earth he was supposed to do now.
Does he wake the woman up? Does he wait for her to wake up on her own? Does he stand there and glare at her until she wakes up from the weight of his stare? Aslam tilts his head at the peacefully sleeping woman in his bed as he contemplates his options. The woman sighs softly as she moves slightly in her sleep. Her body tilts as she changes from sleeping on her left side to flat on her back. Her hair flaring around her messily as her lips part slightly. Aslam’s mouth hangs open in shock. His eyes widen and then soften impossibly. It's her. For a moment he simply can't believe it. For a moment he thinks that she is simply a figment of his imagination. But then he looks closer and it really is her.
There is a small back bindi in between her brows, the very same bindi that Aslam had come to love on her face when she came on her assignment a few months ago. The very same bindi she always had on when she sent him pictures of herself. Her long lashes fluttered against her softly sculpted cheeks. Her long elegant nose brought his eyes to her delicate rose petal lips. It really was her. A low shaky breath leaves Aslam as joy floods every nerve ending in his body. It was his Rashmika. His Rashmika was in Pakistan. His Rashmika was in his bed. She shifts again in her sleep mumbling something under her breath as she turns to her right side. Her cheek gently smushes against the pillow as she gets herself comfortable again. As she shifts the covers on her body slide down enough for Aslam to see that she was wearing his clothes. His brain is simply unable to handle what he was seeing.
He slips off his mojari shoes as silently as he can as he rounds the bed. His eyes refuse to leave her face as he climbs the bed as slowly as he can so as to not wake her up. He inches closer to her as his breathing hitches. Angelic. That was the right word to describe her sleeping beauty. Angelic. Rashmika was purely angelic. As gently as he can, Aslam lays on his side. He can feel the heat of her body next to his. Extremely uncharacteristically his hand shakes ever so slightly as it hovers above her waist. It shakes not in fear but instead in uncontrollable excitement. His arm loops around her as he pulls her warm sleepy body flush against his. His face immediately burrows in her neck as he inhales the scent of her hair and perfume. Rashmika startles awake with a gasp as she feels large strong arms around her. For a moment she forgets where she is as she stiffens in the embrace. Then she remembers and a massive smile takes her face as she relaxes. She was in Aslam's arms. “Tum..tum yahan kya kar rahi ho meri jaan?” he whispers against her ear in a deep voice that battles emotion.
Rashmika shifts slightly in Aslam's arms so that she lay on her back again. The smile remains on her face as she sleepily whispers “Kya mai apne boyfriend se nahi milne aa sakti?” She hums softly as her hand tangles in his hair. Her nails drag against his scalp lightly as she turns her neck to look at his handsome face. Aslam immediately pulls her impossibly closer as he presses a kiss to her plush lips. Seemingly unable to hold himself back. Her soft lips kiss him back with pure love and longing as her hand tangles further in his hair. She sighs softly against his lips as her body turns more so they can be truly flush against each other's lips.
The feeling is incredible. They both had dreamed of feeling each other again. Kissing each other again. This moment surpassed all of their hopes and more. Aslam’s hand trails up her waist to cup her jaw delicately as their lips move against each other. They reluctantly parted for breath as they stared into each other's eyes “Kaunsa boyfriend?” he rumbles against her cheek as he presses a kiss to her cheeks. “What?!” exclaims Rashmika as she pulls away slightly to look at his face “Koi aur mil gayi itni jaldi?” she asks him angrily as she hits his shoulder as hard as she can with her fist. Amusement graces Aslam's face as he pulls her face closer by the cheeks and presses a gentle kiss to her nose “Nahi nahi….” he re-assures her immediately so her anger would melt. Her anger melts the slightest bit as she still looks at him with a pouty look “ Mai bas kisi ka boyfriend banne ke liye bohot budha hun”
Rashmika's pout melts into cheeky amusement as she says “Mmm that’s true” her head nodding slightly even as he holds her cheeks. Aslam's face flattened despite the sheer happiness he was feeling at seeing her and feeling her and talking to her again. Her eyebrows pumped teasingly. Her point was clear, she was twisting words to call him old. “True?!” he scoffs “you think it's true? Rashmika tumhe lagta hai ki mai sach me buddha hun” She nods wordlessly as she shuts her eyes like she was about to reveal a massive truth about life.
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Authors note: Listen to Ang Laga de
Ang laga de re..
Mohe rang laga de re..
That expression on her face is the straw that breaks the camels back to Aslam. Suddenly every bratty little thing she had done in the past few months during their relationship surfaced in his mind. Now when she was in his arms again it was the perfect time to teach her a lesson for it. A lesson that he most definitely wasn't old. Rashmika sees his face darken in real time as she realizes much too late what she has set off in him.
Ang laga de re
Mohe rang laga de re
Main to teri joganiya
Tu jog laga de re jog laga de re
Prem ka rog laga de re
Main to teri joganiya
Tu jog laga de re
Within seconds Aslam maneuvers her so she is hanging around his neck like a koala as her legs wrap around his waist. She gasps in shock as he lifts her up effortlessly. His knees dig into the mattress as he kneels on the bed with her wrapped around him. His right hand grips her thigh to support her and his left hand reaches into his pocket to pull out his gun. It glints in the low light of his bedroom as he tosses it carelessly so it clatters on the bedside table. The sound makes Rashmika cling to him harder. Aslam easily shuffles off of the bed until he is standing. He has decided that the entire time he fucks her he would show her exactly how strong he was, exactly how young he was.
He shuffles his knees off the bed and holds her loosely as he begins walking to the wall opposite the bed “Maine mazak me apne aap ko budha bola tha…tumne haami kaise milayi Rashmika?” His voice has dipped to a darker register with only one of his hands curling under her thighs to support her weight. He walks to the wall opposite the bed and pins her to it with incredible ease. The other remained free to grip her jaw so she looked into his eyes. Her legs tighten around his waist as a gasp pulls from her throat his kurta shifts around the leg openings and falls around her elegantly her bare thighs grip him harder. The realization that she was just wearing his kurta and not the salwar is a devastating realization to Aslam. Rashmika gasps as she feels the contrast of the cold wall behind her and her warm clothed body against his from the front.
Ram ratan dhan
Lagan magan man
Tan mora chandan re
“Mera matlab ye nahi tha” she reasons uselessly as she sees Aslam lean closer to her. “Matlab tab jo bhi tha…ab ye hogaya hai” His lips capture hers roughly. None of the sweet love that burned through his eyes just moments ago was left in his kiss. It’s a desperate kiss full of tongue and teeth. He pushes his tongue into her mouth rough enough to make Rashmika dizzy as she kisses him back. Her hands tangled in his hair to pull his face impossibly closer to hers. Both of them ignore how they run out of air as their mouths move hungrily against each other. As he kisses her his hands travel beneath her thighs to hook under her knees as he pins her harder to the wall. Her thighs splay open for him entirely, his kurta that she wore immediately fell in between her legs to cover her modesty. Aslam steps closer to her, until they are pressed chest to chest.
The gasp of surprise that leaves her throat is greedily swallowed down by him “Aslam!” She sighs against his mouth as she feels his steadily growing hardness press against her core through the thin fabric. He doesn’t let her pull away from his hungry lips for long as he captures her lips again. From behind the thin fabric of his kurta her breasts push against the hard planes of his chest. Aslam steps impossibly closer. This was intoxicating to him. The feeling of having her in his arms again not only after so many months but also after feeling like he had lost her. Now her soft warm body was in his arms and all felt right with the world. Because his world was in his arms. He begins to trail sloppy wet kisses from the corner of her lips down her jaw. His rough beard scratches against her soft delicate skin as he leaves knee weakening hot open mother kisses along the line of her throat. If Rashmika was standing she would have collapsed as her knees buckled against the assault of his lips. But even as he holds her up, high up in the air, against the wall. Her knees still feel like buckling as she feels arousal shoot through her core.
Ujli kori preet piyaa satrang laga de re
Ang laga de re, mohe rang laga de re
Main to teri joganiya tu jog laga de re
She can feel him hardening against her thinly clothed core. Unbeknownst to Aslam right now, she was completely bare beneath his kurta. She could feel his budge steadily growing against her, she whimpers as her hips naturally buck towards his hardness to feel more of him. Thankfully he seems to understand. Aslam rolls his hips against her core, pressing her completely flat into the wall. A strangled moan leaves her lips as she feels him roll perfectly against her clit. She can feel him smirking into her skin. His lips continue the assault on her neck as he builds a steady rhythm grinding against her. Her hips rock forward desperately to meet him. He makes a low warning sound against her throat. A sound that was meant to warn her to control herself. He punctuates it with a hard rock of his hips that makes Rashmika moan as she claws at his broad shoulders through his pathani kurta. She can feel his muscles caging her.
The feeling is absolutely dizzying to her as she arches her neck backwards to gasp for air. His relentless assault on her neck continues. His beard roughly scratches against her soft skin as he leaves slow hot kisses. His teeth graze against her pulse point and she bucks her hips against his with a sharp cry. Aslam had warned her to control herself but she just can't. She had spent her nights dreaming of this moment. Dreaming of when she would be in his arms again. Her hands grip his shoulders again because that's all she can do with how he has pinned her to the wall. “Please!” she whimpers as one of her hands travels to the nape of his neck. Her nails scratch lightly as she implores him by meeting each of his slow deep grinds with desperate bucking. She can feel herself soak the front of his kurta as it lays on her wet core. Aslam's hand reaches downwards slightly as he pinches her thigh hard enough to cry out in pain “Tumhe samjh nahi aata kya?” he rumbles against her throat.
Raat banjar si hai..
Kaale khanjar si hai..
Raat banjar si hai
Kaale khanjar si hai
Tere seene ki lau
Mere andar bhi hai
“Samajh me aata hai lekin aap bohot zyada mean ho rahe ho” she whines back as her hands leave his shoulders to un button the buttons of the kurta she was wearing. Aslam chuckles darkly as he continues casually grinding into her core. He knew a response was not necessary, he didn't need his words to shut her up. Her hands fumble on her buttons when he grinds up into her clit. She releases a deep shaky breath at his antics. Rashmika pushes against his chest slightly to give herself more room. Her thighs ached from how they were being bent. Her arms cross over her torso as she tugs his kurta off of her body with a hard yank. The cotton pathani lies discarded on the floor next to them. Aslam's eyes darken as he sees her bare body before him. She was bare beneath his kurta.
Something beautifully snaps in his brain. She was in his bed. Wearing his clothes. Completely bare beneath it. A groan pulls from his throat as he watches her. His eyes dart around her soft curves, over the swell of her ample breasts, the dip of her hips. She was fucking perfect. She was exactly the same as he had remembered her, in fact his memory did not serve her justice because in his arms she looked radiant. His voice drops to a low husk “Itni jaldi hai tumhe jaan?” His mouth waters like a caveman as he looks at her body. He leans forward and captures one of her perky peaks into the wet warm heat of his mouth. A deep groan pulls from Rashmika’s throat as she feels him suck and bite down on her breast. She feels a fresh wave of wetness flood her. “Aap ko koi problem?” she hums breathlessly as her hands go to the buttons of his kurta. She flicks them open as fast as she can while his beard scratches against her soft mounds making her hiss in sensitivity.
Tu hawaa de ise
To meraa tan jale
Jalaa de re sang jalaa de re
Mohe ang laga de re
Main to teri joganiya
Tu jog laga de re..
Aslam reluctantly pulls off of her breast with a wet pop and a chuckle before he crashes his lips against hers once again. He pushes her further up against the wall, using the force of his hips to keep her there he pulls away from her lips roughly. Rashmika's breath hitches at how he held her up using just the force of his hips. He reaches to his side and lifts off his kurta in one fell swoop. His kurta joins his other kurta on the ground. Rashmika's mouth waters at the sight of his bare torso. His hands hook beneath her knees again as he splays her out on the wall for him. His hardness pushes against her core once again. Now with the kurta gone he can feel her soak his cotton shalwar. He can feel her heat through his boxers. He feels himself twitch as he presses into her again.
Rashmika has no shame. She has no sense of shame in her as she shamelessly runs her hands over Aslam's body. Her eyes dart around like a coke addict as she decides what to look at. Her hands land on his strong powerful arms. He is a man of muscle and strength there is no doubt but as soon as she touches his arm Aslam's body reacts on its own and flexes beneath her touch. Like he wanted to impress her further. Her hand tries to wrap around his biceps but she can't. A low heat continues generating in her core at how she ogles his strong body. He feels fires erupt at each place her eyes rest for even a second. A deep carnal lust emerges from him when he sees her try to wrap her hand around his bicep. He sees the way her eyes light up when she sees oh so clearly that her hand is too small.
Raas hai raat mein..
Teri har baat mein..
Raas hai raat mein
Teri har baat mein
Bolo main kya karoon
Aise haalaat mein
Lust hazes her brain as she bucks her hips towards him again. Desperation and arousal pull at her core as she feels the heavy weight of him pressed against her. Her hips roll as they desperately try to get closer to her. “Apne aap ko samhalo. Control yourself Rashmika” he growls into her skin as he bites along the curve of her ample breasts. “Nahi…nahi karna muje control” she gasps “itne mahino control kiya, jab apane bola ki mai aapko chhod dun tabh bhi contol kiya. Ab nahi karna mujhe control” He grins at her skin at her words. She can feel his lips curve into a grin against her breast as one of his hands un hook from behind her knees. Its like he knows she won't move. And he is right. Rashmika keeps her legs spread against the wall like he placed her.
His hand snakes down in between them. The rough pads of his fingers trail lava along her skin as they follow down her sternum, down her soft stomach, all the way to the top of her mound. Rashmika’s breath flutters at the sheer heat burning through her body at his touch. He takes his index and middle finger and lightly brushes over her sopping wet slit. A shiver runs through her spine at the feel of his fingers where she needed him desperately. Her mind flashes back to that one night on the phone where she touched himself to his voice. She reminisced how her fingers were nowhere as good as his were. Aslam has to choke back a groan when he feels the amount of arousal coat his fingers on a light brush. He parts her folds as his fingers rub slow deep circles on her puffy clit. A sharp breath leaves rashmika at the feel of his fingers. Her hands fly to his shoulders for support.
Her eyes flutter shut as he continues his slow torture on her clit. She can feel herself getting wetter and wetter with each slow hard circle. Her eyes managed to open slightly, she expected him to be watching his fingers. He expected her to be staring at her wetness with hunger. But to her sheer surprise she found him to be intensely staring at her face. He was watching each reaction to her beautiful face. He watched how her lips parted as she panted in pleasure. He was watching as her neck arched. He was watching how her lashes fluttered against her cheeks. He was watching how a flush crept up her neck. When her eyes managed to open through the haze of pleasure Aslam watched how completely blown out with lust and desire they were. Her brown eyes completely black with desire as she watched him watching her with lust hazed eyes.
Hoon main teri malang
Tu hi mera nasha
Chadha de re bhang chadha de re
Prem ki bhang chadha de re
Main to teri joganiya
Tu jog laga de re
He holds her eyes as he continues rubbing slow tortuous circles on her sensitive bundle of nerves. He repositions his hand, his thumb now on her clit as his index finger slides between her soaked folds. He circles her fluttering entrance with extreme gentleness, a kind of gentleness a big burly man such as himself should not have. Rashmika’s eyes flutter under the heat of his stare. Without any warning he pushes his large thick digit into her. The first thing Rashmika realises was that her memory served her right. His fingers were fucking huge. Her eyes widen slightly as she chokes on a moan. Her core flutters around his fingers weakly. Aslam releases a low shaky breath himself. A smirk tugs on his lips when he feels how incredibly tight she was on just his finger. He feels his cock throb in anticipation of feeling her around him. Her hands on his shoulder grip him tighter as she braces on him for the stretch of his finger.
The slow forming grin is now big and wide on his face as he watches her struggle on his finger. He kisses her cheek lightly as he fingers her slowly. His index finger massages her internal walls with extreme finesse. Rashmika moans and claws at his shoulders as she feels sparks flare through her body at each brush of his fingers inside of her. He sets a slow torturous rhythm with his finger as he kisses down her throat again. Rashmika can feel the heat of his body against hers. The cool plaster of the wall behind her back has also heated up with the flush of her body. Heat. all she can feel is heat. Her nails dig slightly into his skin leaving red crescent marks. Aslam groans against her skin at the feel of her nails digging into him already. He had expected this but not so soon. “Mujhe aur chahiye! Please!” she whines breathlessly as her greedy hips chafe after his finger. “Jo tum chaho” he hums darkly into the shell of her ear as he places another chaste kiss on her cheek. He obliges and slips two fingers into her. His index finger and middle finger now work her open in tandem.
A moan rips from her throat when he pumps them in and out. His rough fingers dragging along her walls with a perfection that only he seems to know how to achieve. She moans and whimpers into his mouth as she desperately tugs at his hair to bring him in for a kiss again. Aslam takes a deep breath before he kisses her back deep enough to steal her breath. He doesn't stop to let him catch her breath again, the bastard seems determined to forever keep her breathless. His fingers continue to work on her, they speed up as he finds her spongy g-spot. Each brush against it makes a ragged moan pull from her throat. Pleasure floods her lower stomach. He seems to set a target on it as he keeps bumping up against them expertly her hand rests on his bicep and she can feel the muscle flex beneath her touch again.
Rashmika feels her orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. And yet she feels no true embarrassment over it. She had waited for this for months. She had been edged for this for months. Aslam kissing her deep enough to dry out her lungs and torturing her clit while he finger fucks her certainly isnt helping her either. She parts from his long enough to gasp out “Aslam! Mai- mai-” with a broken moan. Her ears burn at the loud sopping wet sound her cunt was emitting. He doesn't speak. Instead, Aslam speeds up impossibly as he pistons his fingers into her. His fingers gurl inside of her in a come here motion like he was beckoning her to fall off the cliff for him. Her spine arches in pleasure, her nipples brush against his chest as she cums on his fingers with a loud cry “OH! Oh my god!” she moans out into the darkness off his room as white stars burst behind her eyes.
Jog laga de re...
Prem ka rog laga de re
Main to teri joganiya
Tu jog laga de re
Aslam doesn't let her even catch her breath as he roughly reclaims her lips again. Her breathles painting disappears ino his mouth as he fucks her through it. He feels her cunt milk his fingers, squeezing and pulling at him gently. He groans into her mouth at the feeling. Rashmika expects him to carry them to his bed again, or set her down at the very least. But he doesn't do either. He continues holding her up against the wall with his strength, he only needs one of his strong arms to hold her up. He pulls away from her lips breathlessly as he watches her in the afterglow of her orgasm. His free hand immediately tangles in the drawstring of his salwar. He yanks at the string and uses his hand to shove down his clothes. They drop to the floor and he steps out of his clothes kicking them to the side. Now he was just as bare as her. His long, thick, and hard cock rests against his stomach. Rashmika's eyes open as she hears his clothes fall away.
Aslam shoves two of his fingers into her shopping cunt once more. The sheer shock of it again makes a sharp cry pull out of her throat. And just as quickly as he had shoved his fingers in he pulled them away. A whimper of sensitivity leaves her. He takes his slick coated fingers and wraps them around his own throbbing hard cock. He watches her with his brooding intensity again. He just watches her flushed and lust hazed body as he jerks himself off. Her eyes widen as she watches him fist himself as he stares at her body like some twisted porno. Her mind has one catastrophic realization. This is how he reacted to all the racy pictures she sent him over the phone. And today she was the picture in front of him, a moan spills from her lips at the dirty realization she has. She watches how he pumps his cock with her slick as lubricant. A burning heat forms between her legs again.
Her lips part and the desperate request falls out of her mouth before she can stop it “Aslam please. I need it. I need you!” her eyes darted to his massive cock so he can clearly see what she means. The grin on his face is absolutely shit eating. If she wasn't so powerless in this situation, being as pinned to the wall as she was, she would have grabbed him and shut him up like she had done last time. He had the advantage over her this time. “Tum le paogi mujhe Rashmika?” he asks smugly “Abhi toh meri ungliyan bhi nahi samhal payi thi aur pichli bar mujhe pura leke tum chilla rahi thi” there is a fondness in his eyes like he was remembering how she had screamed when he buried himself to the hilt inside of her tight heat last time. His hand continues pumping his hard cock slowly.
She fights the pure embarrassment that floods her face at the way he spoke to her. He was big, it's true, but he was giving her less credit than she deserved. She was able to handle him “Aslam please-” she all but begs, the desperation in her voice is apparent. Aslam was cruel, but he wouldn't ever be so cruel as to deny Rashmika anything. “Theek hai meri jaan” he hums as he drags the fat head of his cock through her slick and puffy folds. Her breath hitches when he taps himself on her clit twice, it was like electricity ran through her body. “A-Aaramse please….apko pata hai ki its been months” she pants in anticipation. Aslam smirks, he knew its been months. He leans forward and presses another chaste kiss to her cheek. It's painfully sweet for the heat of this moment. “Mai aaramse hi jaunga Rashmika” he hums to her, she releases a sigh of relief at his confirmation “Mai buddha ho gaya hun na?” he says with an amusement in his voice.
Ram ratan dhan
Lagan magan man
Tan mora chandan re
Ram ratan dhan
Lagan magan man
Tan mora chandan re
Before she has a chance to argue back that she didn't mean it and before she has a chance to realize that he definitely didn't mean what he had said he would go slow. She feels him line himself up to her fluttering and winking entrance. He pushes into her in one go. Burying immediately to the hilt. A scream erupts from Rashmika's throat that echoes around the room as she claws at Aslam's shoulders. A deep throaty groan erupts from him as he feels her cunt desperately flutter around him in a weak attempt to accommodate him. “Ya Allah!” His deep voice booms “Aisa lag raha hai ki mahino baad mai ghar wapas aya hun” Rashmika mewls weakly at how filthy it sounded when he called her pussy his home.
Aslam groans as his head drops against her shoulder. She really was perfect. Like her tight heat was made for him, it moulded around his cock perfectly. She was as perfect as the first time. Infact it seemed to Aslam that she felt better each time. Her hands tangled in his hair as she moaned weakly at how he stretched her. Her walls burned in effort to accommodate him. They fluttered violently. “I-I didn't mean to call you old!” she whines “mai bas aapki haan me haan mila rahi thi” he laughs darkly against her shoulder. The sound goes straight to her clit. Aslam lifts his head from her shoulder only after placing another kiss to her skin. Her hair messily fell over her face. He used his hand to gently brush it behind her ear. The gesture is so innocent in comparison to the filth that it makes Rashmika flutter weakly around him again.
Aslam uses his hands to hook behind her knees once again as he flattens her up against the wall again. Her thighs splayed open entirely graning him access to fuck as deep as he can into her tight wet heat. He grins like an absolute bastard as he pulls out of her almost entirely before slamming back in hard enough to brush up against her cervix. He doesn't wait for her to be ready. Rashmika's mouth falls open as her eyes roll to the back of her head. A strangled gasp leaves her throat as he begins fucking into her with a relentles pace.
His heavy cock drags along her walls with each thrust. The veined ridges brush against her g-spot with each of his hard thrusts. She moans weakly as her entire body shakes with the vibration of each of his thrusts. Hard hard hard. That's all she can feel as her mouth hangs open as a continuous litany of moans and whines spill from her throat. Her nails dig into his shoulders as her breasts heave in movement. They bounce gently with each of her heaving breaths and each of his mind numbing movements. She feels her brain turn into mush as she goes cock drunk on him with surprising ease. Her brain stops working entirely as her nails drag along his broad shoulders helplessly. She leaves deep red and raw trenches with her sharp nails along his rippling back muscles. Aslam groans into her skin as he feels the sting of her nails at his back. She chants his name desperately as she feels pleasure burn at her core.
The dark moon lit room is filled with the sounds of her moans and skin slapping agaisnt skin as he fucks her against the wall. He feels the telltale tightening of her core as he snaps his hips into her relentlessly. She barely has enough time to take raspy breaths between each gut rearranging thrust. Aslam looks down between them and he isn't able to stop the moan that rips from his chest at the sight of his cock disappearing into her tight wet heat. He watches that every time he pulls out he is glistening with a fresh wave of her slick. He sees how when he thrusts into her fully he can see the budge of his cock deep in her core. Something primal pulls at him with the visual. He leans forward to capture one of her pebbled peaks into his mouth once more.
He pulled her soft warm flesh into his mouth hungrily as he pistoned his hips into her. He could taste the salt of her skin as his tongue lapped at her taught nipple, he caught it between his teeth slightly as he pulled out of her almost entirely once again. Until just his bulbous tip rested in her hole. She cried out as her back arched away from the wall she had been pressed into. A bead of sweat rolls down her spine as her nails dug into his back hard enough to almost draw blood. Aslam hissed in pain as a string of curses left her lips “F-fuck fuck fuck please!” she whined. He snapped his hips back into her with such a force that her entire body shuddered in pleasure. He hit directly on her g-spot and stars burst behind her eyes as her body spasmed. Her tight wet heat fluttered around his aching hard cock as she milked him as she came. A raw scream ripped from her throat as she came for the second time that night.
Ram ratan dhan
Lagan magan man
Tan mora chandan re
Ram ratan dhan
Lagan magan man
Tan mora chandan re
Rashmika falls forward on him weakly trying to catch her breath. Her vision swam with pleasure, the world was hazy as she felt the waves of her orgasm still pull at her core. Still milk his cock. Aslam groaned raggedly as he felt his own coil of pleasure tighten in his core. Not yet. Not yet. He decided. When he feels her fall forward on him he immediately changes the position of his hands to stop splaying her wide open on the wall. He immediately grips the back of her thighs as he lifts her against him effortlessly. He remains deeply buried inside of her. She moans weakly when her sore thighs shift position. Aslam feels a pang of deep pride in him as he holds her limp body against him. She took him so well. He pulls the both of them away from the wall and he keeps her in his arms.
His hand rubs soothingly up and down her spine “Bohot khub…” he praises her softly despite the hunger that burned him. At his praise she felt herself flutter around him weakly. Aslam had to suck in a deep breath of air as he shut his eyes. She whined into his shoulder softly. He stays buried deep in her as her legs lock around his waist. He can feel her slick dripping down his shaft. His hunger for her was nowhere near done. Rashmika panted into his shoulder as she kissed deep purple marks into his skin. Power. Pure power. She thinks as she feels his muscles flex beneath her. She had called him old and now he was proving to her he was anything but old. He had used his strength to hold her up against a wall as he fucked her. He held her there the entire time as he fucked her with his fingers and his cock, he did it all without breaking a sweat. Now he carried her in his arms, still rock hard inside of her.
Aslam walks across his bedroom, he walks towards his balcony. Pale moonlight bathes the both of them as hey get closer to the linen cloaked doorway. He uses hand to push away the linen curtains as he stands at the threshold of his balcony. Rashmika finally blinks back into reality as she realizes where he was walking the both of them. She had expected hom to take them to the bed but he had brought them to his balcony. Worry claws through her. Why was he taking them there? “A-aslam?” she stutters out “Iss taraf kyu jaa rahe hain hum?” she asks him weakly. Her voice is squeaky with worry and terribly endearing to Aslam. A grin pulls at his lips at her innocent worry. “Tumko koi taqleef?” he asks in that deep rumbling voice of his that makes Rashmika shiver not only from the cold night air. He steps out onto his balcony and rasmika buries her face in his neck “Kisi ne agar dekhliya toh?” she whispers to him half panicked. Aslam chuckles at her embarrassment “Goli mardunga” he says plainly.
Rashmika gasps at how fucked up that is. More than that she gasps at how it fills her body with heat once again. She can feel herself flutter around him again. Another deep groan pulls from aslam, this time her flutter was stronger. It seemed to pull his cock deeper into her if that was possible. She clenched around him harder. It's strong enough to make Aslam stop walking out onto his balcony and shut his own eyes for a second. A low curse leaves his lips before he opens his eyes again. He chuckles darkly at the realization. “Tumhe ye pasand aya na meri jaan? Ki mai tumhare waste kisiko goli marne ke liye taiyaar hun?” Rashmika whimpers out a nod. Her lips part as she gasps when she feels herself clench around him again.
Aslam grins at how she fluttered around him so desperately. But he didn't like how her beautiful face was hidden from him in embarrassment. He pulls her off of him in one simple motion. Rashmika gasps and hisses in sensitivity as he can feel her own slick drip out of her. He admires the bewildered and lust clouded look on her face for just a moment before he flips her around in his arms so they are chest to back. Rashmika gasps as she is flipped suddenly. Her eyes blink as they adjust to the new view of the gardens of his bungalow.
Ram ratan dhan
Lagan magan man
Tan mora chandan re
Ram ratan dhan
Lagan magan man
Tan mora chandan re
He doesn't let her feet touch the floor for even a second; she is held up purely by the strength of his arms. His heavy cock rests against her slit as it throbs in desire. He reaches his hand between them once more to line his cock against her positively dripping core once against. Then with practiced ease he pushes into her again. Her back arches with a loud moan as her head falls back on his shoulder. She can feel the pure girth and weight of his cock deep inside of her. She can feel the vision and ridges rub against her slick walls. The new angle and the stretch is making her dizzy with pleasure.
Aslam begins moving inside of her again. This time he isnt fucking into her like a man possessed. It's slow. It's more sensual. He fucks into her with deep and slow thrusts that knock the breath out of her with each drag of his heavy cock. Her eyes unfocus as he fucks her. Her mouth hangs open as she tries to take in as much oxygen as she can. Aslam kisses along the nape of her neck, he trails his lips down her shoulder before he bites down hard on the conjunction of her neck and shoulder. She cries out in pain and pleasure. Aslam grins at how she melts against him, whimpering and moaning with each of his movements in her tight wet heat.
He can see how far gone she is in his arms but a smug piece of him can't stop him from being an absolute bastard “Maaf karna…thoda buddha hogaya hu na?” he rasps in her ear as the sound of skin against skin echoes in the balcony. “I hope this is good enough.” She chokes on a moan at his words and at how he hits against her g-spot perfectly enough until she is seeing stars. He accepts that as a perfectly good answer as he hums smugly. His hands grip her waist tight. He rearranges her in his arms with immense ease. It was like she was a limp sack of flour. A whimper pulls from her throat at how easily he threw her around into whatever position he wanted her in. He pulled her hips back until she was flush against him until his chest was flush against his spine and her legs dangled uselessly in the air.
Her eyes screw shut as she unconsciously swallows back her moans. Out of the corner of her eyes she can see lights on in other houses of the police colony. She can hear the faint sounds of households preparing for dinner. The cold night air brushes against her flushed skin, it cools the sweat that has formed on her skin from the intensity of their fucking. She can feel her nipples pucker as her breasts sway with each of his hard thrusts. Her eyes glaze over and unfocus as she feels him fuck her brains out. She chokes on another moan as she hears a door shut in one of the other houses. The reality hits her that any of the houses that had a window facing Aslam’s house could spot her getting fucked by him easily.
Aslam's brow furrows as he realizes she isn't making as much sound as she was moments ago. Moments ago she was screaming with pleasure and now she was as quiet as a mouse. Occasional squeaks of pleasure pulling from her throat. The realization hits Aslam immediately, she is muffling herself. He narrows his eyes as he pulls her hair back enough so his mouth was close to her ear. “Rashmika ye bilkul bhi nahi chalega. Apni awazon ko dafnane ka bilkul bhi mat sochna” he practically growls into her ear. He slams into her harder. His deep dizzying thrusts turning into animalistic fucking. His hand goes to her throat as he holds her snugly in place. His hand is so large that he can easily wrap his hand around her throat and choke her if he wished.
The pornographic sounds of skin slapping against skin, him growling in her ear, and his hand lightly gripping her throat as he fucks her is simply too much for Rashmika. It over powers her sense of decency and she isn't able to stop the raspy desperate moans. Aslam grins as he hears her beautiful sounds again. That's exactly what he wanted. That's exactly what he wanted to hear from his beautiful girl. His free hand carefully snakes around her waist and reaches between her legs to rub slow hard circles on her clit. A sharp cry pulls from her as her body starts to go entirely limp when his hand rubs her clit. “ Ye hui na baat Rashmika” He grins with his own hoarse lust choked voice. The sound of his makes her flutter around him desperately. The sounds of him fucking into her wetness are so lewed that a blush permanently rests on her cheeks as she begs to whatever god that exists that nobody decides to come out of their house in that moment.
Aslam groans deeply by Rashmika’s ear as he feels her cunt fluttering rhythmically. He bites down on her shoulder as he feels himself get close to cumming. He maintains his animalistic pace of fucking into her making her scream in pleasure. She feels the rhythmic pulse of her orgasm as she clamps down on him hard enough to make him curse. She chants his name in desperate raspy moans. “A-aslam, Aslam, Aslam! Please!” Each rasp of his name makes his hips stutter, his hand on her clit rubs harder. He is determined to make her fall off the cliff of pleasure first. And it isn't long before she moans for a final time, her back arching impossibly as her eyes roll to the back of her head. If her first two orgasms had shown her stars. This one showed her galaxies as she felt him twitch and throb inside of her. “Rashmika!” he groans brokenly into her spine as his hips stutter once more and his cock twitches and throbs for a final time. He slams into her hard one last time as he coats her walls in thick hot ropes of cum.
She is a whimpering moaning broken mess in his arms as he fucks threm through the afterglow. She feels her cunt spasming around him, squeezing and coaxing out every drop from his cock as her own release gushed forth. An overflowing mess dripped out of her as they rode the wave together, their bodies locked together as both of them gasped for breath. Aslam stays buried deep in her as he starts to soften. He hugs her from behind she is held tight in his big strong arms as she sees the police neighborhood with glassy lust hazed eyes
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Same day @ 11:00 pm
Aslam’s Master bedroom, SP Chaudhary Aslam’s Bungalow, Karachi Senior Police City, Karachi, Pakistan
He kisses her cheek in appreciation and in love. His beard brushes her cheek as he nuzzles into her. He whispers praise inner his breath but she is entirely too fucked out to understand it as she whines in response. He gathers her in his arms slowly and even more slowly walks the both of them back into the room. He still doesn’t let her feet touch the ground as he walks them back in. The room is quiet and dark. It still smells like the remnants of their passion regardless of how much cold night air brushed through the room.
Aslam gently laid her body down onto the bed as he followed right behind her. She whimpers in sensitivity with each of his movements “ shhh shhh meri jaan” he soothes her as he rubs a hand on her hip. He tries to pull out of her so she could have some rest. “Nahi!” She whined hoarsely as she moved her hips backwards to have him buried in her entirely. “Rashmika..” he begins slowly, his worry for her rest overtaking him more than how hot it was that she was still desperate for him. “Nahi matlab nahi. I want you to stay in me. Mai nahi chahati ki mai apse ek pal ke liye bhi dur rahun” she reasons as she clings to his muscular arm. Aslam lets out an amused huff. A warm feeling lands square in his chest. She didn't want to be away from him again.
He sets his palm on her jaw gently as he tilts her head towards him. His lips press against hers as he kisses gently, softly, lovingly. She sighs into the kiss as her hand tangles in his hair. Aslam pulls away from her lips a moment later, his forehead drops against hers for just a second before an unbearable fondness takes over his face. A fondness so visceral that it made Rashmika’s eyes soften. “Yaad hai tumhe jab maine tumhe uss din phone pe bola tha ki mai tumse mohobbat karta hun?” She nods as her eyes stay trained on him “Haan. Mai tumse mohobbat karta hun Rashmika.” he says softly as his thumb strokes her cheek. A watery emotion filled laugh pulls from her throat “Mujhe pata hai…. Jabse mujhe aapne pheli bar airport pe dekha aapko tabhi mujhse pyaar hogaya tha na?” She responds cheekily making Aslam laugh along with her “Haan…shayad tabhi se pyar hogaya tha” he admits with mock seriousness to play along with her. He would never admit that easily that he thinks he fell in love with her when he saw her picture in his file. That fact would go to the grave with him. She makes a pleased and teasing humming sound “hmmmmm dekho SP sahab aapki girlfriend ek journalist hai. Hume sab kuch pata hai”
Aslam laughs low and rumbling before he reaches for the bottle of water that rested on one of the nightstands beside the bed. He reached for it and twisted it open with one hand. He drops the cap as he helps her drink water first. Rashmika is touched by how sweet he actually can be despite how much he hides it under that tough exterior of his. He was fucking her like an animal not even 10 minutes ago and now he was telling her he loves her and making sure she is hydrated. She takes greedy gulps of water before she hums lightly letting him know she was done. He pulls the bottle away from her lips as he brings it to his own and takes a few mouthfuls of water. Slowly he puts the bottle down as he pulls Rashmika closer to him.
He stays buried deep inside of her as he pulls her onto his chest. Her cheek presses against his chest. She can hear the beating of his heart. It's a slow soothing lub dub lub dub that instantly relaxes her. His hands tangle in her hair as he gently fluffs her sweat soaked hair away from her face. His thumb rests on her cheek for just a fraction longer than necessary. He reaches to the side as he pulls the blankets over their tired bare bodies. Its quiet and peaceful for a moment before Aslam’s deep exhausted voice speaks “Mai sach me kisika boyfriend ban’ne ke liye kafi buddha hun” Rashmika smiles to herself as she traces mindless shapes on Aslam's chest. “Agar mai haan bolun toh phir aap phirse gussa ho jaoge” she hums to him.
Her response pulls out a chuckle from his chest. One that fills Rashmika with warmth in her own. She liked hearing him happy. He hums thoughtfully before he speaks again “Lekin mai tumhari haan sunna chahata hun” Rashmika sighs as she wraps her arm around him tighter “Achha baba….haan aap bohot buddhe hain mere boyfriend ban’ne ke liye” Aslam's face flattens slightly, this isn't what he meant. “.....mai iss baat me tumhari haan nahi chahata tha” he says flatly as his fingers trace down her spine in swirls that make her shiver. “Toh phir?” she hums calmly “Mai ek aur sawal pe tumhari haan sunna chahata hun.” he sighs tiredly as he gathers her closer in his arms “Achha boliye phir?” she hums quietly.
“Nikah karlijie mujhse” He says plainly, like he was commenting on the weather. Rashmika's breath chokes. She coughs violently as her eyes threaten to bug out of her head. She can't have heard him right. “Arre aramse jaan” Aslam drawls lazily with an audible as he pats her back. She was adorable to him. “Kya?!” she gasps as she places both her hands on his chest to look at him. Aslam's thumb gently traces her cheek “Nikah karlijiye mujhse” he repeats calmly. Rashmika blinks. An incredulous joy bubbles through her. Leave it to him to ask her to marry him in the most casual way possible. A week ago he asked her to move on from him and after a few hours in his arms he asked her to marry him.
“Agar mujhe aur koi sachhi mohobbat mil gayi?” She tilts her head at him. It's a call back. That's the words he said to her when he asked her to move on from him. He promised her that she would find a truer love than him. Aslam raises an eyebrow at her, he should have expected it. He should have expected her to be like this, especially since that was his favorite thing about her. “Phir mai usko jaan se mardunga” he says calmly. Rashmika laughs “Aap pagal ho” Aslam smiles faintly as he watches her laugh. She looked so beautiful when she was happy “Tumhare pyar me…” he responded before he questioned her again “Haan ya naa? Kitna tadpaogi Rashmika?”
She was still in shock and still incredibly shaken up from the multiple rounds they had just fucked for. She hadn't expected this. She hadn't expected this one bit. She hadn't expected him to ask so soon he only told her he loved her a fucking week ago. But Rashmika can't stop the smile that graces her face as joy creases her eyes. “Haan” she nods as emotion fills her eyes. Aslam smiles wide as he cups her face and pulls her close to his lips. She kisses him first, her lips colliding with his messily. Aslam leans forward to kiss her properly, his heavy hand rests on her bare waist under the covers, her hands cup his face, stroking his beard slightly as she lets the pure joy and love in her heart flow out through her lips. She didn't know how else to express it. Aslam understands it. He understands how she was overwhelmed with joy. He understood how she was trying to speak a million words with each of her kisses.
Their lips move with each other with a different hunger. Not a sexual hunger to devour each other. This was different. It was a hunger to be consumed by each other. To be consumed by their love. There was no ring. There was no getting on one knee. There was no traditional proposal. He had just asked her to marry him. The night was perfect until it was disturbed by the sharp ringing of Aslam's phone. Aslam groans heavily as he begrudgingly parts from her lips. He looks at the nightstand where his work phone and his personal phone rested. If it was his personal phone ringing. He didn't give a damn. If it was his work phone. He sadly would have to give a damn. Aslam looks over and sees that it's his work phone ringing. He sighs as he presses a kiss to Rashmika's forehead “Maaf karna jaan. Ye lena padega”
Rashmika nods as she slides off his chest and lays next to him on the bed. She was in shock that now turned into annoyance. In the process she hisses as he slips out of her entirely. A warm gush of their fluids leaked out of her. Aslam immediately misses her warmth but he picks up his work phone. “Hello?” he says gruffly. His voice changed from the adoring caliber it was with her. The person on the other side speaks and Aslam's facial expression changes. He sighs exhaustedly as he responds “Haan Rehanna madam time burra hai lekin agar zaroori hai toh farmaiye…” Rashmika blinks as she hears the name. Wait…Rehanna? Yamini’s words rush back to Rashmika at that moment. Their friend was on a mission and her name had been changed to Rehanna.
“..nahi koi warrant nahi nikla hua hai meri taraf se” Aslam continues speaking as he runs a hand through his hair. Rashmika leans in closer. She needs to try to hear the woman's voice. Her best friend could change her name and move across the world but she could never change a certain quality of her voice. “…aap mauka hi nahi deti Rehman ko giraftar karne ka..” Rashmika gasps as she hears the woman's voice on the other side of the phone. It was her. It was their best friend. The third to her and Yamini. She swipes the phone from Aslam’s hand before he can realize what happened “Rashmika?!” he exclaims in shock at the sudden behavior
“OYE SAALI CHANT KAMINI!” Rashmika screams through the phone. Rehanna blinks in shock. She blinks at her phone. Wasn't she just speaking to aslam? Beside her Rehman watches her face curiously. She had just called Aslam as part of her routine checks for warrants on his name and now she blinked at her phone. “H-Hello?” she asks, confused beyond belief. Rashmika continues berating her. “Oh hello wali! Awaz nahi pehchan me aa rahi? Itni jaldi bhul gayi?” she yells into the phone.
Rehanna’s brain synapses finally fire correctly and realization hits her square in the face. It was Rashmika. Rashmika raina! One of her bestest friends in the entire world. The operative in her that wants to aska multitude of questions is silenced for a few moments as she just becomes an excited young girl again “OH BHENCHOD?!?!?!? RASHMI?? RASHMIKA?!” Both women squeal in pure excitement on the phone. Simply unable to get any words out due to their joy.
Beside Rehanna on their bed, Rehman sat there looking wildly confused. A moment ago she was normal, then she was confused, now she is squealing happily about a woman with Aslam called Rashmika. What the fuck was happening? Aslam, seated next to Rasmika, holds the same expression that was on Rehman's face across Karachi. A moment ago Rashmika was happy in his arms, then she was annoyed at his work phone, and now she was squealing happily with Rehman's lawyer and now fiance. What the fuck was happening?
Rashmika struggles out of the covers as she puts on Aslam’s kurta that was left on the floor. Rehanna climbs out of bed and puts on her chappal. Both of them keep chanting one thing instead of actually chatting with each other. They both kept chanting ‘ohmygod, ohmygod’ in various levels of excitement. Both women hurriedly hurried away from their respective fiance and boyfriend-turned-fiance. Both men sat in their beds as they reached out for the women. Aslam reached for Rashmika's hand as she walked by “Rashmika? Jaan?” he called out confused. Rashmmika smiled at him and gestured for him to hold on as she wobbled to the balcony on unstable and fucked out legs. On the other side of the city Rehman reaches for Rehanna’s hand as she walks by him “Rehanna? Jaan-e-man?!” he calls out behind her. Rehanna gleefully looks over her shoulder as she gestures for him to hold on. Rehanna walks to her library leaving Rehman behind looking confused as fuck. Both men wonder one single thing……..What the fuck was happening?
What the fuck was happening? Two best friends were reuniting. And the third one would be called later to be made extremely jealous….as all good friends do to their other good friends.
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