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“๐๐๐ณ๐๐ซ ๐๐จ ๐๐๐ณ๐๐ซ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ณ๐๐ซ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐,
๐๐จ๐ข ๐๐๐ก๐๐ก๐ก๐ ๐๐ก๐ข ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐๐ซ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ค๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ข ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐๐๐ณ๐๐ซ ๐๐,
๐๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐ณ๐๐ซ ๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ณ๐๐ซ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐“
–Unknown
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RUDRA POV
After they have finished the dinner Isha was drinking wine like water , he had tried many times to stop her but all in vain.
The stubborn woman simply pouted at him everytime he protested – her cheeks flushed red, lips forming that adorable pout whenever he tells something which she doesn’t like, making it impossible to stay mad at her.
Shaking his head, he stood from his chair and moved beside her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “should we go now sweetheart?”
She blinked at him like she has now remembered that the dinner was over ,” ohh yea …..but I have to tell you something come closer” she said in a hushed tone indicating him to come closer with her hand.
He didn’t understood what she was doing but with a amused smile he complied and bend down to her level.
“Rudra can we take this bottle home ? It’s so delicious” she wishperd dramatically signalling towards the wine bottle like she’s planning to rob the hotel.
He let out a deep laugh, shaking his head.taking her hand, he helped her stand.
“Rudra!!! What about the bottle?” She complained, tugging at his sleeve.
“Agar mujhe pta hota tum itni bdi nashebaaj niklogi to tumhe kbhi peene he nhi deta” he muttered under his breath.
(If I knew already that you’d turn out to be such an alcoholic, I would have never let you touch it in the first place.)
She narrowed her eyes”What did you say?”
“Nothing baby, I was just saying that i will get you as much wine as you want Tommorow but for now we should rest”he said giving her a full smile.
He entered their room , which he booked previously knowing that they will be too tired to go home after the busy day and now looking at her , it was clearly the best decision.
Once inside, he made her sit on the bed.”I’m going to take a shower ok , you rest here .i will be back soon”
As he turned to leave she stopped him holding his hand ,” i also want to take a shower, let’s go together ” she said grinning.
He froze, eyes slightly widening at her unexpected words.
As she was trying to drag him , he was not budging from his place, she looked behind her with a frown on her face ,” what happened? Why are you not moving?”
A laugh scaped from him seeing her childishness and taking a deep breath, he pulled her towards himself making her collided with his hard chest.
“Because as tampting as it sounds, the answer is no”.his voice was deep, laced with Amusement as he brushed a kiss against her forehead.
” I’m going to take a shower and you….be a good girl and wait for me here, i will be back in a minute”
She just made a pout seeing him leaving her alone.
After sometime he came out of the bathroom drying his wet hairs with a towel and only in his pants.
The water droplets were dropping on his chest making him even more attractive.
His gaze went towards Isha who was just standing infront of him with her arms crossed.
Before he could say something she went inside the bathroom without even sparing him a glance. He was just standing there looking confused.
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As he was checking his phone the bed dipped and he looked towards the other side . Isha quietly went inside the comforter and lay on the top of him without saying anything. Placing her head in the crook of his neck.
He immediately wrapped his hands around her waist and the realisation Hit him. As he looked down towards her only her head was visible outside the comforter.
“Isha?”his voice soft but edged with something darker.
“Hmmm”
“Why are you not wearing pants baby?”
“They are so uncomfortable i can’t sleep in them and your shirt is so comfortable, it also smells so nice , like you ” she said hugging him more tightly and pressing her face in his neck inhaling his scent, making him chuckle .
She’s obsessed with his smell.
Without saying anything more he just started rubbing her back affectionately.
But he felt a jolt of electricity through his entire body as he felt a soft press of lips against his bare shoulder.
His breath hitched.
Before he could process it, she trailed slow, open mouthed kisses along his neck, her lips burning against his skin.
His jaw tightned, fingers digging into her waist.”Fuckkk…what are you doing love” he said with clenched teeth the desire and restraint in his voice evident as he clutched her waist more tightly.
“Kissing my husband” she replied casually, like she’s not fucking killing him with her torture, she continued planting Open mouthed wet kisses along his neck and then moved towards his chest , roaming her hands on his hard muscled chest like she was torturing him on purpose.
as he looked towards her face , she just grinned seeing his tortured look. Ohhh she knows what she’s doing.my little devil.
“You are playing with fire, sweetheart” he said grabbing her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.
“I’m just loving my husband, is that a problem” she said innocently.
“Fuckk no , but let’s see if you will be this cheeky at the end of this night wife” his eyes darkened, a slow, wicked smirk tugging at his lips.
His lips crashed onto hers, urgent, devouring-like he was starving for her. The pressure was so intense that he cradled the back of her head, holding her steady as he deepened the kiss.
Their breaths mingled, their bodies pressing closer, and in one swift motion, he flipped their positions, pinning her beneath him without breaking the kiss for even a second.
“Isha,” he whispered, voice thick with restraint. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
She shook her head, her fingers sliding over the firm muscles of his bare chestA sharp inhale from him, then-he lost it.
His movements grew urgent, his hands gripping her hips, pressing her down as he rolled against her. The friction was unbearable, perfect, a slow, torturous build that sent waves of pleasure rippling through her.
She couldn’t take it anymore. Tilting her head, she pressed her lips to the side of his neck, kissing him softly at first, then biting down just enough to make him curse under his breath.
His hands tightened around her waist, his control slipping. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned.
His lips crashed back onto hers, desperate, hungry. The next thing she knew, his body pressing against hers. Hard muscle, heated skin, the scent of him-spice and warmth, like a heavy, intoxicating blanket wrapping around her.
He moved against her, slow at first, the friction between them sending sparks down her spine.
Isha gasped at the sensation, her fingers sliding down his back, pulling him closer.
“Rudra,” she moaned, arching against him.
His lips returned to her neck, sucking and biting, leaving dark bruises that marked her as his.
Her hands tangled in his hair as she pulled him down, her lips crashing onto his once more.
Their bodies moved together, their breaths mingling, moans swallowed between desperate kisses.
She could feel him-hard, throbbing against her, and the thought alone sent heat rushing between her thighs.
Rudra’s breathing grew ragged, his grip on her tightening. “Isha-fuck-“
And then-his body shuddered, a deep groan escaping his lips as he stiffened against her.
Silence.
His body went still, his chest rising and falling heavily.
Isha blinked up at him, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his back. “Rudra… what’s wrong?”
A blush crept up his cheeks. He exhaled sharply, burying his face against her neck.
Isha frowned, confused. “Did I… do something?”
He groaned, voice muffled against her skin. “You made me come in my fucking pants, Isha.”
A moment of silence.
Then, she pulled back slightly, tilting her head. “Is that… a bad thing?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.
Rudra huffed out a breathless laugh, shaking his head.
He lifted himself onto his elbows, his gaze locking onto hers-dark, filled with something raw and vulnerable.
“No, baby,” he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.
“It means that when it comes to you… I have no fucking control over my own body.”
His voice was thick with emotion, laced with love and an overwhelming depth of desire.
He brushed his thumb over her lips, his gaze turning serious. “You own me, Isha.”
And they drifted to sleep in each other’s embrace, leaving all the worries of the world.
Next morning
A warm weight surrounded Isha, cocooning her in a protective embrace. The first thing she became aware of was the steady rise and fall beneath her cheek-Rudra’s chest.
His warmth seeped into her, his scent-a mix of musk, spice, and something uniquely him-still lingering on her skin. Her lashes fluttered open, and the soft morning light filtering through the curtains illuminated the intimate reality of their position.
Her head rested over his bare chest, his strong arms locked around her possessively, as if even in his sleep, he refused to let her go.
A deep, satisfied sigh left his lips, his grip tightening slightly as if sensing her stirring.
Her gaze trailed down, and heat surged through her body when she realized she was clad in nothing but his shirt.
The memories came rushing back like a tidal wave-his touch, his lips, the way he had whispered her name.
Her cheeks flamed, but a smirk tugged at her lips when her gaze landed on his neck and shoulders, now marked with the evidence of their passion. Tiny bruises painted his golden skin, an unspoken declaration that he was hers.
A quiet, proud laugh bubbled in her throat as she admired her work. “Mine,” she whispered under her breath, her fingers brushing lightly over the marks.
Unable to resist, she leaned in and pressed a feather-light kiss to his cheek.
When he didn’t stir, she grew bolder, trailing soft, loving kisses along his jawline, the bridge of his nose, his forehead-every inch of his beautiful face. Her lips hovered near his mouth, just about to claim it, when-
“I thought I taught you pretty well how to kiss last night, sweetheart,” Rudra’s husky, sleep-laced voice rumbled through the air, sending a delicious shiver down her spine.
Isha gasped, jerking back slightly, wide-eyed. “I-I thought you were sleeping!” she stammered, her face flushing.
Rudra smirked, his whiskey-colored eyes still heavy with sleep but filled with undeniable mischief. “Oh? And miss my beautiful wife showering me with her love? Not a fucking chance, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement.
Before she could react, he pulled her down, making her crash onto his chest with a surprised squeak. The laughter in his eyes softened as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingertips lingering against her skin as he traced the side of her face with an almost reverent touch.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice quieter now, laced with genuine concern. His gaze searched hers, looking for any sign of hesitation, any trace of uncertainty.
Isha’s heart melted at the tenderness in his eyes. Last night had been overwhelming, intense, passionate-but never once had he made her feel anything less than cherished.
A soft smile curved her lips, and she lifted her fingers to trace the sharp angles of his jaw.
“I’m more than okay,” she whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips, slow and deep, letting him feel exactly how she felt.
Rudra groaned against her mouth, his grip tightening around her waist. “That’s dangerous, Isha,” he murmured against her lips.
She raised an eyebrow. “What is?”
He flipped them over in a heartbeat, hovering above her, his dark eyes burning with something sinful. “Kissing me like that first thing in the morning,” he murmured, his thumb stroking along her bottom lip
She just giggled at his words and placed her hands around his neck.
“Someone is forgetting that he’s also a professor and has to go to college” her tone teasing.
“Ohhh i didn’t hear you complaining that last night that your professor is-“
She placed her palm on his mouth with wide eyes stopping him mid sentence, he just raised his brows in question.
“Rudra!! You can’t talk like that” her voice flustered. As she removed her hand.
“But it’s the truth, I’m your professor” he smirked teasing her further.
“Yea but that’s between me and my husband, khadoos professor ko beech main matt laiye , mere pati bohot pyare or cute hain or professor ko to dhangse hasna bhi nhi ata”
He faked an offended expression,” mai btata hun tumhain kitna khadoos hoon” he stared tickling her , making her laugh untcontrolablly.
“R-Rudra please…..stopp” she pleaded between the laughs. He stopped his attacks and gatherd her in his embrace.
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