Chapter 79 Intimacy
Neeti, sensing where this is heading, quickly replies, “No… it’s nothing like that.”
Yet his eyes still search hers, as if seeking an answer he isn’t sure she will give.
“Then why…” he asks quietly, “do you not let me come closer?”
Her cheeks warm, a blush creeping in, and she lowers her gaze as though hiding behind her eyelashes can keep her feelings concealed.
Unwilling to let her hide, Shorya gently lifts her chin with his fingers so her eyes meet his again. “So… does that mean you haven’t forgiven me?”
Again, she rushes to say, “No, it’s not that.”
“Then?” he presses, his voice low and insistent.
Neeti falls silent. She doesn’t have the words, or perhaps, she is afraid of what the words might reveal. There is still a flicker of hesitation deep inside her.
Shorya seemed to read her heart even in her silence. Leaning in just slightly, his voice softened but stayed direct. "You wouldn't mind... if I came closer to you?" Neeti, still shy but unable to lie, shook her head in a small 'no.'
Shorya, without saying a word, touched his lips to Neeti's forehead a very light but deeply meaningful kiss. It carried everything at once: an apology, affection, and a claim of belonging.
After her forehead, he touched both her cheeks with his lips, one after the other, as if wanting to place a seal of love on every part of her. Neeti's whole body shivered slightly, and she shut her eyes tightly, as though afraid her emotions might reveal too much.
Shorya gently ran his fingers through her hair, feeling its softness, then pressed his lips into it.
That's when his eyes fell on Neeti's dupatta.
Quietly, without a word, he slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor in one smooth motion.
Now, Neeti seemed to stand before him in a new light Shorya's gaze was as if he was seeing her for the first time, wanting to imprint every detail into his heart. There was an intensity, a hunger in his eyes, one Neeti could clearly sense, and it made her breathing grow faster.
Taking a deep breath, Neeti spoke softly, "I have to go to Mom in the morning... please, not tonight."
A mischievous glint appeared in Shorya's eyes.
In a slow but firm tone, he replied, "No."
The way he said it made it feel like, at that moment, there was only one decision in the world and it was his. The very next second, he captured Neeti's lips with his own.
The kiss was filled with certainty and possession.
Shorya touched her with complete confidence, as though no one had ever dared take away his right to do so. Neeti's breathing had grown heavy, but there was a strange warmth in that kiss, one that erased the distance between them.
After a few moments, Shorya pulled back slightly just enough to let his fingers find the first button at the bottom of her kurta. Neeti could feel the heat from his hands rising toward her chest. Slowly, one by one, he undid the buttons.
Within seconds, her kurti too was on the floor.
A faint smile played on Shorya's lips, as though amused by the sight of Neeti wrapping herself in the blanket like a child.
He slipped under the blanket as well, so close that Neeti could feel his breath by her ear.
She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, as though trying to hide the storm raging inside her.
Shorya kissed her neck, then her shoulder, as if wanting to drown every inch of her in affection.
One of his hands slid from beneath her back down to her waist, and then began moving toward her legs.
Room was now completely dark, with only the soft glow of moonlight seeping in from outside, brushing over Neeti and Shorya's faces.
Shorya's warm breath lingered on Neeti's skin, and his lips slowly trailed along her waist.
Every kiss sent Neeti's heartbeat racing faster and faster.
Her breathing had grown so deep that her voice trembled when she spoke, "Please... let it go tonight..." It was as if she was making one last attempt to hold back her emotions.
But Shorya gave a faint, knowing smile, his tone both loving and teasing, "Sorry baby... it's too late."
As he said this, he pressed his lips once again to her soft, sweet cheeks almost as if sealing his claim over her once more.
Neeti felt a little discomfort now, as Shorya's strong, heavy body rested over her. She kept her eyes tightly shut, as if she wanted to hide the storm of feelings surging inside her.
Slowly, Shorya took off his shirt and tossed it aside his bare chest radiating a warmth that closed the distance between them even more.
Suddenly, a sharp cry escaped Neeti's lips it echoed in the room, a sound not entirely of fear, but filled with overwhelming emotions. The air between them was now thick with the sound of their breathing, Neeti's soft sobs, and the pounding of their hearts.
Shorya seemed to drink in her sobs, almost cherishing them as if they were the sweetest melody he had ever heard. A tender smile curved on his lips the kind that only comes when someone is holding the person closest to their heart.
Neeti's nails dug sharply into Shorya's back, marking him in small, stinging lines as though she was pouring her emotions into those tiny wounds. And in that moment, both of them completely forgot the world outside, losing themselves entirely in each other.
After such a long time, the distance between them had finally melted away, and the two had become one. Neeti had long given up hope that anything could ever change in their relationship, but today Shorya had become hers completely, in both body and soul.
Neeti was happy, yet at times a little annoyed by Shorya's overwhelming affection. But the gap that had existed between them since their marriage was gone. Today, they truly belonged to each other in every way.
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!