NEXT MORNING….
Sameer woke up in a different unknown room .....he was not able to regain his memory of last night, causing a headache to him.
In that he was all naked under the blanket making him more anxious about the situation.
He found his clothes neatly folded near the coffee table.
He stepped down the bed stumbling to nothing,holding head while closing his begin to take small baby steps towards the coffee table.
After he got dressed he went out of the room and then made his way out of the apartment sneakily as he didn't want to get caught by someone who took him there..... but he didn't realize that someone was already watching his baby moves since the beginning.
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SHANAYAS POV….
I woke up feeling someone sucking my neck, hardly causing me to moan in my sleep.... I fluttered my eyes open only to kiaan ji half hovering over me and kissing, licking, sucking and biting my neck as if it's his new hobby.
“ jii. Ap_p ye – ‘ahh h’ katiye mat naaaaa please” He ignored my words and did it again making me moan loudly ...... my one hand was pulling his hair and the other was fisting the bedsheet.
[ ahh what are umyou.... please dont bite]
He suddenly removed the pallu that was covering my cleavage and pulled it down.
He was able to perfectly see the upper curves of my boobs ..... without any hesitation he started kissing and licking my cleavage.
By now I was a moaning mess and I was breathing heavily unable to withstand his torture on my body.
I tried once again to see if he would respond now but before I had any words made in mouth — I moaned loudly when he bit the mole on my right cleavage. Making me pull his hair forcefully.
I had my eyes half closed because of the sweet torture he was giving me.
He looked up at me when I pulled his hair— he gave me a sweet smile and said “ Good morning, Noor” and kissed the mole that he bit a few seconds ago.
Making me smile at his act , I was caressing his hair and said with my morning voice “ good morning ji.” And then continued “ ap subh subh kya kar rahe hai??” — He didn't reply and just nuzzled in my boobs making me gasp.
[ Why are you doing in the morning....]
He again started to prep me with the kisses. I didn't say anything and let him do whatever he wanted while playing with his hair as I knew he would ignore my words and do whatever he wanted.
After taking his time he stopped and looked at me.
I gave him a soft smile but he again started to nuzzle in my neck so I just said “ jii bhaut late. hogya hai ab hume uthna chahiye – breakfast ke liye late ho rahe hai” in response he just hummed.
[ jiii its getting late i think we should get up now, we are getting late for breakfast]
But he continued doing what he was doing.
After a few minutes my stomach grumbled because of hunger, making me embarrassed but he just woke up from me and stood up.
“ Tumhare booboo mast hai” he said it while licking his lips.I just looked at him with wide eyes.
[ your booboo is nice]
I sat up quickly, clutching my saree pallu to cover myself, my cheeks burning in embarrassment.
“Ji!” I gasped, glaring at him with wide eyes, but my voice betrayed me ..... it came out breathless, shaky.
He only smirked, leaning down until his lips brushed against my ear.
“Don’t hide from me, Noor. Every inch of you belongs to me,” he whispered, his voice husky enough to make my toes curl.
Before I could protest, he caught my chin between his fingers, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, hungry, yet there was that flicker of something softer hidden beneath.
“You think you can stop me with your shy eyes and weak protests?” he taunted, running his thumb across my lower lip. “The more you resist, the more I want to break your innocence.”
My heartbeat raced, and my stomach twisted...... not just from hunger but from the fire he had ignited in me. I turned away, trying to gather courage, but he chuckled, low and dangerous, and stood straight again.
“Fine,” he said, licking his lips once more as his eyes shamelessly roamed my body. “Get ready. We’ll have breakfast downstairs.”
Saying this he helped me tie my blouse while kissing my back. I just closed my eyes, feeling his lips on my back.
After tying it he carried me in his arms this time I didn't gasp as i was already expecting this from.
He put me down in the bathroom and left the room not before kissing my forehead, making me close my eyes to feel his lips on my forehead.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror only to widen my eyes after seeing all the hickeys he had given to me near my neck and my cleavage making me blush while remembering the moments that happened just a few minutes ago.
“Mere maar ne Karan yehe hogye” I said while still blushing .
Then I got ready for the saree that Meera Maa had sent me last night.
[ He will be the reason for my death]
KIAAN POV…
I was pacing near the window, phone in my hand, but my mind wasn’t on the call.
The moment I heard the sound of her anklets, I turned....
and I swear, I forgot to breathe.
There she was. My wife. My Shanaya. Draped in that saree Maa had chosen for her. But the way it hugged her curves, the way it highlighted every inch of her delicate body.....it felt like the saree was made only for her.
Her hair was still damp, falling over her shoulders, strands sticking to her blushing cheeks. Her eyes were lowered, shy… yet they had that spark which I wanted only for myself.
My gaze dropped to her neck and chest, and pride surged in me when I saw the faint hickeys that I had marked her with.....my marks, my claim, proof that she belonged only to me.
“Perfect…” I muttered under my breath, but loud enough for her to hear. She looked up, confused, and I smirked.
“You know what the problem is, Noor?” I said, stepping closer, my eyes roaming over her slowly, deliberately, making her squirm. “No matter what you wear… you still end up looking like you’re only made to tempt me.”
She gasped softly, clutching her pallu tighter. I leaned down, brushing my lips against her ear, whispering low.....
“And trust me, I don’t regret a single mark I left on you. In fact…” my voice dropped darker, “…I plan on giving you more.”
Her cheeks turned crimson, and she quickly looked away. But I caught her chin again, forcing her eyes to meet mine.
“Remember, Shanaya…” I smirked, “you’re not just anyone. You are mine....Shanaya Kiaan Khurana.”
Saying this, I helped her dry her hair while she was just looking down .
Then I let the hair fall on her shoulder which covered her bare back fully.
Then I told her to get ready while I went and sat on the sofa while looking at her moving hands here and there to get things, making her bangle jiggle.
Listening to that voice I was just imagining how wonderful it will look or to listen when I'm pounding inside her small pu**y with my di*k while she moans my name while Cumming on my di*k .
Just by imagining I was able feel the blood rushing inside my di*k causing me groan.
My imagination came to a halt when she came to me with something in her hand.
She opened the fist and there it was her sindoor box. she forwarded her hand in front of me and said “ Maa ne kaha tha ki ek hafte tak apne pati se maag barvana” she didn't need to explain it. I was anyway going to do it with or without her so-called mother's order.
[ my mom had told for one week husband should be the one to fill my forehead]
I took the sindoor box and pinched a little powder from it and applied it on the midline of hair ..... but some fell on her nose, but I didn't wipe it .
“ you are making it very hard to keep my hands off you” which made her blush but I didn't stop there.
“No matter what you Noor, you look like.......mine”
After saying these words I leaned and kissed her forehead and then went towards her neck and gave a slight bit to her.
She moaned in response, making my south pole twitch a little.
Then we made our way out of the room to have breakfast with everyone. while walking I kept my hands on her lower back whichever was a little bare because of her saree.
She was shivering under my touch but still didn't move away from me.
As we entered the room, all the family members were already present over there waiting for us.
I was able to listen to ruhi and aaravs bickering about something and Maa and chachi were talking about the serial that they have started watching and papa and chachu were talking about the business while looking at their wives.
We went towards the dining table and I pulled the chair that was beside the head chair and made her sit.
All the while she had her gaze down.
Once we both were settled. Everyone wished us so we replied.... I replied with my usual cold tone but she replied with her soft , sweet voice making my heart pound like crazy.
“Ap bhout khoobsuraat dik rahe ho bhabhi” Ruhi said it with full excitement making everyone chuckle and Shanaya to blush.
[ you are looking soo beautiful Sister-in-law]
“Haye!!!! ...... maarne ka irada hai kya bhabhi….jo ap itni khoobsuraat bilkul ek Husna pari jaise” while keeping his hand on his chest making her blush even more.
[ haye... are you planning on killing me,you are looking like an angel]
I hugged her, so that she could hide her face in my chest because I knew that she was shy and embarrassed this act made everyone laugh at us .
Then Maa scolded them and said “ apni bhabhi ko paresh karthe hua sharm nahi ati tumhe..... chalo ab breakfast karne ka time hua hai”
[ dont you feel ashamed teasing your Sister-in-law, come on let's have breakfast]
AUTHOR'S POV….
Meera asked the maids to bring the breakfast and made it set on the table.
All the males in the first served their wives , which made Shanaya look a little confused as it is always a woman's work to serve the male.
She looked at kiaan who also served her before serving himself.
She was just looking at everyone but flinched when she found a hand resting on her lap. The owner of the hand was kiaan she looked at him with her innocent eyes, To which he whispered “ khana shuru karo,noor”.
[ start eating noor]
Shanaya nodded and started eating small bites. She glances at him from time to time to make sure she is not embarrassing herself in front of everyone.
While eating, Saanvi called her “beta aaj tumhara pehli rasoi hai– kya tum...” Shanaya did not let her complete and said “ji aunty, mujhe khana banaa Ata hai”— then continued while looking at everyone “ ap mujhe bata dijiye kya kya banaa hai mai kar lungi”. She said all these with a proud smile on her face.
[ Beta, today is your pehli rasoi...]
[Yes aunty I know about it...]
[ you can tell me what to make i will make it]
“ Tumhe sirf kheer banaa hai beta aur kuch nahi” , Meera replied.
[ you shouldn't only make kheer and nothing more]
Shanaya nodded her head and again went back to eating her breakfast
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After breakfast, Shanaya went into the kitchen for her pehli rasoi. She was still in the same saree Meera Maa had sent her the night before.
As she stood up from the table, Kiaan casually reached out and wiped his hands on the end of her pallu, making her stiff in surprise.
Her cheeks warmed instantly, but she didn’t say anything just lowered her gaze shyly before stepping inside the kitchen.
Wanting to move more freely, she tucked the loose end of her pallu neatly at her waist, unknowingly revealing the soft curve of her slender waist that caught Kiaan’s hungry eyes the moment he followed her inside.
As she stirred the kheer, completely focused, a familiar warmth surrounded her from behind.
Kiaan’s arm slid around her waist, his fingers resting possessively on the bare skin he had been dying to touch since morning.
“Ji…” she whispered nervously, her hand tightening on the spoon, “aap… koi dekh lega.”
[ you... somebody will see]
Kiaan’s lips brushed her ear, his voice a low growl.
“Let them. You tucked this pallu here just to tempt me, didn’t you, Noor?”
Her breath hitched, her body arching slightly into him against her will. His thumb stroked lazy circles on her waist, each touch sending shivers down her spine.
Before she could answer, his lips grazed her shoulder, trailing dangerously close.
“Kheer toh sabko milegi…” he whispered, “…par tum sirf meri ho.”
[ kheer will be for everyone] [ but you will only be mine]
Shanaya’s cheeks flamed red, her heart racing, but she stayed silent, afraid her voice would betray her.
Just then, a soft sound came from the corridor the faint echo of footsteps stopping at the kitchen door.
Shanaya froze, clutching her pallu to cover herself again, while Kiaan’s hold only tightened on her waist.
His eyes flicked to the side, sharp and dark. For a second, everything went quiet.
But just beyond the corridor, hidden in the shadows, a pair of eyes lingered. Eyes burning with envy for Shanaya… and a dangerous obsession for Kiaan.
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