As Disha stepped into the room, she made her way to the closet, where she changed into her night clothes. Aryan, filled with anticipation, observed her every move, following her like an intrigued puppy. After selecting a book from the bookshelf, she settled on the bed. Despite Aryan's attempts to engage with her, Disha maintained her focus on the book, and finally, he took a seat in front of her.
Aryan gently tapped her book, hoping to capture Disha's attention, but she ignored him, engrossed in her reading. Gradually lowering the book, Aryan sought to meet her gaze. As their eyes met, he found himself speechless, observing Disha, who had still carried the pretence of anger
In an angry tone, Disha asked, "What's wrong? Why are you bothering me?"
Aryan apologised, "Disha, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had made those parathas."
Disha responded, "Even if I hadn't made them, you shouldn't have insulted the food like that."
Saying this, she began to rise from her seat, intending to move towards the sofa. However, Aryan caught her hand, giving it a gentle tug, causing her to fall onto his lap. Aryan securely held her waist, making it challenging for her to get up.
Disha, looking towards Aryan, exclaimed, "What is this behavior, Aryan? Let me go."
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Ignoring her protests, Aryan brought his lips close to Disha's neck, planting a gentle and affectionate kiss. Despite her initial reluctance, her hands found their way to Aryan's shoulder involuntarily tightening their grip.
Continuing his trail of kisses, Aryan moved along Disha's jawline, eventually landing a soft peck on her lips before momentarily stopping.
Caught in the whirlwind of Aryan's unexpected gestures, Disha, initially with her eyes closed due to shyness, gradually opened them as Aryan paused, locking eyes with him.
Disha, feeling frustrated, became exasperated when she noticed Aryan smirking, realising that he was teasing her. She glared at Aryan with irritation.
Aryan chuckled and said, "You were pretending to be angry all this time just to annoy me, weren't you?"
Disha, upon hearing Aryan's comment, felt even more annoyed. However, she decided that it was time to teach Aryan a lesson. With this determination, she pushed Aryan, making him lie down on the bed, and slowly climbed on top of him.
As she reached Aryan's face, she began to kiss him softly, gradually moving towards his lips.
As their lips met in a soft and passionate exchange, the atmosphere between Aryan and Disha became charged with a growing intensity. Disha, taking the lead, delicately traced Aryan's lips with her tongue.
The charged moment between Aryan and Disha felt as if they were seeking permission through their passionate exchange. Aryan, following the lead, delicately responded to Disha's advances, and a subtle dance of tongues ensued, creating a sensation that heightened the intimacy in the room. As their connection deepened, Aryan's hands gradually explored Disha's back, holding her closely. However, Disha, feeling satisfied with teasing Aryan, abruptly stopped the kiss and stood up, leaving him yearning for more.
Aryan, left in a state of longing, watched as Disha stood up with a sly smile. She seemed to enjoy the tease, leaving Aryan yearning for more of the intimate connection they had just shared. As she walked away, the room retained a charged atmosphere, echoing the passionate exchange that had unfolded.
Disha, proud of her teasing skills, looked at Aryan and said, "In the school, where you learned all these things, consider me the principal of that school." She winked playfully, leaving Aryan both amused and intrigued by her witty response.
Aryan felt like she was taking him too lightly, so he got up from the bed as well. Seeing that Disha swiftly ran from the room, and Aryan followed her.
Aryan caught up with her in the corridor, swiftly pinning her against the adjacent wall, securing both her hands against it to prevent her from escaping.
Concerned, Disha pleaded, "Aryan Someone might see us. Let me go, please."
Aryan questioned, "Why? What happened now? Weren't you teasing me inside the room earlier? Why this sudden change?"
Without waiting for an answer, he placed his lips on hers, initiating a passionate kiss. Initially flustered about the possibility of being caught, Disha succumbed to Aryan's enchantment, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his kiss.
After the passionate kiss, Aryan broke away, and as he looked at Disha, he could see the deep blush on her face. He tenderly lifted Disha into his arms, and she shyly buried her face in his chest. Slowly, Aryan carried her into the room, gently placing her on the bed.
Aryan passionately kissed Disha, both lost in the moment. Disha, too, was not holding back; instead, she kissed Aryan just as ardently. As they continued, Aryan slowly made his way from Disha's jawline to her neck, gently biting. Disha felt a rush of sensations, her hands tightly gripping Aryan's hair, while the other hand rested on his back.
The red mark on Disha's neck left by the bite was now adorned with a gentle kiss from Aryan. Disha, overwhelmed by the sensations, couldn't help but involuntarily let Aryan's name escape her lips. The sound of her saying his name pleased Aryan, encouraging him to continue exploring their intimate moment as he moved downward.
Aryan started to caress Disha's breast through her clothes, and Disha was feeling these sensations for the first time. Unable to handle her emotions, she closed her eyes tightly, placing her trust in Aryan.
Aryan slowly unbuttoned Disha's nightshirt, and in one swift motion, he tossed it to the ground. Aryan began to explore Disha's body, and Disha, feeling a surge of sensations, tightly grasped Aryan's sweatshirt. Aryan slowly moved his hand towards Disha's back, and in the next moment, Disha's bra joined the discarded nightshirt on the floor.
Aryan's gaze lingered on Disha's pink and perky nipples, a silent invitation echoing from them, tempting him to explore further. With a slow and deliberate movement, Aryan leaned in, his lips meeting one of the nipple with a gentle kiss, as the intimacy between them deepened. His hand moved towards the other breast, and Aryan began to caress it with ease. Responding to the increasing intimacy, Disha tilted her neck back, exposing her upper body for more access.
Aryan started by kissing the nipple slowly, then gradually began to bite. Disha, overwhelmed by the sensations, called out Aryan's name passionately. Hearing this, Aryan felt a heightened connection.
Aryan first passionately kissed one nipple and then moved slowly towards the other. There too, he planted a kiss, creating a wave of sensations throughout Disha's body.
Aryan suddenly paused, locking eyes with Disha, who had tightly shut hers. Aryan called her name, prompting Disha to slowly open her eyes. As their gaze met, Aryan's eyes revealed desire and intensity.
Aryan, captivated by the depths of Disha's eyes, continued to kiss her nipple. The intensity in Aryan's eyes made it seem as if Disha was witnessing the impossible, prompting her to glance around. In that moment, Aryan, driven by desire, bite forcefully on her nipple, capturing Disha's attention and bringing her focus back to him. Aryan then slowly kneaded and sucked both the breast one by one.
Disha found herself losing control over her own body. She was experiencing all of this for the first time. Aryan then slowly moved upward and began kissing Disha's lips.
Disha was passionately responding to the kiss, and slowly, Aryan broke the kiss, gently placing his forehead against hers. Disha closed her eyes, and their hearts raced. Despite their desires, Aryan composed himself and moved away, lying beside Disha, embracing her from the side.
The tension lingered as their hearts continued to race. Disha, feeling bashful, had concealed herself under a duvet, her face turning crimson as she buried it within the blanket. Aryan rose from bed, carefully placing Disha's nightshirt and bra on the bed before heading for a cold shower. After such an intense moment, it was necessary to cool down and bring tranquility to his body.
Disha adorned her bra and shirt, yet the lingering warmth from the recent encounter still pulsed through her body.
After his shower, Aryan returned wearing just shorts, revealing his shirtless form. He approached the bed, settling beside Disha, and drew her close. Disha, in response, rested her head on Aryan's chest, while her hand found its place on his shoulder.
"Aryan spoke, saying, 'Disha...'"
In response, Disha murmured a soft "hmmm."
Taking a pause, Aryan expressed, "I am sorry; I couldn't restrain myself, and I crossed boundaries."
Disha, who was content until now, felt deeply hurt by Aryan's apology, withdrawing her hand from his shoulder and moved aside distancing herself from him.
Aryan glanced at Disha, who had moved to the far end of the bed, lying with her back turned towards him. He called out to her a couple of times, but Disha didn't turn or respond.
Aryan slowly approached Disha's side, lying down beside her. With a gentle nudge, he turned her towards him, securing her waist with a firm grip, and then locked eyes with Disha.
Aryan asked with great ease, "What happened, Disha?"
Disha remained silent, offering no response.
Feeling that Disha might be upset due to the intimate moment they shared earlier, Aryan promptly apologised, expressing, "Sorry, Disha, if my actions made you uncomfortable.
Disha fixed her gaze on Aryan and exclaimed, "This is why I'm upset! It's not about your touch or kiss. We're married, and you have every right over me, just as I have over you. What bothers me is your apology. Why apologise when nothing wrong happened?"
Aryan, taken aback by Disha's words, chuckled and responded, "Then what about the conditions? You were the one who wrote them and had me sign them."
With a sly smile, Disha remarked, "Forget about all that; it was a different time. Things are different now." Having said that, she initiated a tender kiss with Aryan, who reciprocated the gesture.
As they exchanged affectionate moments, after that conversation between them continued for a while before they eventually drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's warmth.