Chapter 1

IshqKaRang

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||ShiVi OS - Lahu Muh Lag Gaya (18+)||

Her bhootnath was mad at her. But Raavi wasn’t too worried about it. She knew just how she could manaofy him and a shiver of thrill ran through her as she thought about it. Shiva Pandya would get to see a different side of Raavi Pandya tonight - the tease.

Shiva frowned even more as he saw Rishita. Rishita bhabhi had decided that she deserved a spa day so she could look her best for the Navratri garba they were hosting tonight. And the chipkali chudail? Instead of standing up for herself, she’d gladly agreed to take on Rishita’s share of work too for the preparations tonight. When he had asked her about it, she had brushed it off saying it was no big deal. Well, if it was no big deal for her, then why was he fretting about it? It wasn’t as if the fact that he hadn’t gotten to see her the whole day had made him irritable and cranky. It’s not like he missed her or anything. That was ridiculous. They had been practically inseparable since they’d realized they were in love. Not seeing her for a couple of hours wouldn’t make him miss her. No way! Shiva sighed. Who would’ve thought that that Maami ki behen ki beti would one day become the center of his universe. He knew he couldn’t be upset with her for long. But he secretly looked forward to her cute antics to make it up to him. She could be as adorable as a kid at times and at other times.. he felt blood rushing south in his body as he thought of how wanton she could be in bed. Nope! Not a good thought to have right here, right now. If he knew his chipkali, she would do something cute to make it up to him during the garbha, he would obviously give in and then he could make up for all the time she did not spend with him during the day at night. Shiva smiled at his brilliant plan and started searching for his chipkali.

Holy Mother of God! Was that her???

Shiva had to take a deep breath to restart his heart. It worked because his heart was now running a marathon. She had just walked into the arena, her face glowing like the morning sun. He eyed her outfit appreciatively. The yellow and blue ghagra choli she wore suited her really well. But the husband in him was more appreciative of the deep cut and backless design of her blouse. The flimsy garment seemed to be held by a bunch of cross-crossed doris. That could be taken care of. He prided himself at the expertise he’d developed over these months in untying these doris at record speed. Her dupatta covered her appropriately but his expert eyes narrowed in on her with the ease of familiarity. 

The music turned on and nearly startled Shiva out of his thoughts. He shook his head to get a hold on himself. He was mad at her. He had to remember that. No matter how ravishing she looked. He was mad at her. So when she smiled at him, he pulled the angriest face he could muster, turned his head and walked away.

Raavi couldn’t help but chuckle at her husband’s antics. Don’t worry Bhootnath! If all goes according to plan, you won’t have to keep up your pretense for long, Raavi thought to herself. Before she could follow her bhootnath, Dhara bhabhi stopped her. “Arey waah Raavi! Aaj tho tum kuch zyada hi khoobsurat lag rahi ho! Kisi ki nazar na lage,” she said, taking kajal from her eye and dabbing it behind Raavi’s ear to ward of any evil eyes. “Dhara bhabhi is right! This color really suits you and I love the design on your blouse!” Rishita chipped in. Raavi stood with them and made small talk for a bit but she was eager to get to her bhootnath and put her plan in action. At the first chance, she slipped away from them.

Shiva had joined his brothers in dancing. Perfect! Raavi joined the circle a slight distance from Shiva. Shiva’s eyes immediately trained onto her. He almost lost his footing when he saw her wink at him and slyly move her dupatta to tease him with a view of her slender waist. Shiva gulped. What was this maami ki behen ki beti up to? They danced and switched partners till the chipkali was paired with him. To his utter shock, she danced in a way that moved her dupatta again and bent low, revealing the creamy expanse of her cleavage, only for his eyes. As if that wasn’t enough, she straightened and brushed her mounds against his chest in deliberate movements, all the while staring right into his eyes. She guided his hand that was on her waist to right under her breast. Shiva felt like he’d been punched in the solar plexus, when her tongue came out and licked the side of his lips quickly. He looked around to make sure no one was seeing this show that his wife was putting on. 

It was time to change partners again and she twirled away from him like she hadn’t just given him a raging hard on. Shiva moved away from the dancing group to compose himself. Well, Mrs. Pandya, two could play this game, he thought wickedly as he saw her smiling brightly at him, all his fake anger forgotten. He quickly slipped away into the shadows.

Where had this bhootnath gone? Raavi wondered as her eyes searched for him frantically. After she’d made sure he was no longer part of the dancing group, she slipped away from them too. She found Krish dancing with his group of friends away from the bigger crowd. 

“Krish! Tu ne Shiva ko dekha kya?” She asked. “Haan bhabhi! Woh thodi der pehle uss taraf jaa raha tha,” Krish said pointing towards the fields behind the ground where the celebration was happening. 

“Bhootnath kahin ka. Aise sunsaan jagah pe kaun bhataktha hai itni raath ko iss Bhootnath ke alava?” Raavi muttered as she made her way through the bushes that led to the field beyond. She had barely finished talking when a hand covered her mouth. She was shocked and started hitting at the person. The ensuing tussle made them both lose their balance and Raavi fell with the intruder on top of her. She bit on his hand covering her mouth hard and was getting ready to scream just as he took his hand off when she heard an urgent whisper, “Aye gadhedi! Main hoon, Shiva!” Raavi relaxed for a second but then started to hit him. “Gadheda kahin ka! Aisi harkatein kaun kartha hai?” She asked him crossly.

Shiva caught her wrists and pinned them on either side of her head. He rested his weight on her and moved his lips close to her ear as he whispered, “aur jo harkatein tu kar rahi thi? Unka kya?” She could barely think when he was so close but still she pulled an innocent face and asked, “Maine kya kiya?”

Shiva smirked at her act, “Tujhe nahi patha na? Chal tujhe dikhata hoon.” He took on her hands and gently lowered it down towards his hard on. Raavi drew in a sharp breath. “Mujhe manane ka yeh achcha tareeka dhoonda hai tu ne,” he said, guiding her fingers over his length through the fabric of his pajama, coaching her on how to touch him. “Par shayad tu ne woh kahavat nahi suni,” he paused, burying his face in her long tresses, trying hard to hold on to a semblance of control. “Kaun si kahavat?” She asked breathlessly, tingling all over with her own arousal as she touched and stroked him. He lifted his head and stared into her eyes with unabashed desire, “Sher ke munh khoon nahi lagathe,” he said as his lips descended on hers.

Her hand was still on his hard on and afraid he’d lose control, Shiva grabbed her hand and pinned it next to her head again forcefully. Raavi heard a sound of something cracking but could not think beyond that as her husband made her the focus of his attention. He ravaged her lips like truly he was a predator and she was his prey. A growl rose deep in his chest as he tossed her dupatta away and feasted on her cleavage she’d teased him with earlier. She moved her hand but Shiva immediately pinned it down with his hand. Shiva tugged at the hooks in front of her blouse impatiently with his teeth, still not letting her hands go. He used his mouth to move it out of his way before drawing one nipple deep into his mouth and releasing it with a pop. Raavi squirmed beneath him, rubbing herself against him, desperate to touch him but he held her in place. She wanted to cry out from pleasure at the ways his lips and tongue were wrecking havoc on her mounds. “Please Shiva..” her voice came in a breathy whisper and whatever little control he had snapped. 

He let go of her hands to make quick work of his pajama and boxers. Then, unable to wait a minute longer, he bunched her ghagra at her waist, hastily removed her soaking wet panties and slid into her. Raavi thought she was going to orgasm just from the sensation of him entering her. But he held still, teasing her, making her beg him for more. How had the tables turned so? She had been the one teasing him and now here she was, half naked underneath him on this field, shamelessly begging him to take her again and again. His thrusts rocked her very being and she came like a hundred bursting stars. Soon enough, Shiva let out a primal groan and she felt his streams of his wet warmth seep into her womb. 

Out of breath and completely spent, they lay there for a while, Shiva still on top of her and his length still buried in her. When he finally rolled off of her, she caught her breath and felt like she had come back to her senses. Good lord! Had they really just made love in this field, under the stars, just a little away from where the whole of Somnath was gathered for the garba celebration?!!

“Tu theek hai na?” Shiva asked her raising his head on an elbow beside her. Raavi gave him a questioning look and he showed her her broken bangles. She blushed a deep red as she realized she had been too caught up to even notice. She got up quickly to arrange her clothes before Shiva asked or did anything more. 

“Shiva! Yeh kya kiya?!” She asked alarmed, fixing her ghagra and dupatta only to realize that he had broken the hooks of her blouse in his haste. Shiva shrugged nonchalantly as he slipped his clothes back on. Raavi worried her lower lip. Shiva sat down next to her and said, “Kaha tha na? Junglee bhaalu hoon. Cheer ke Rakhi doonga. Ab tera yeh blouse hum dono ke beech as raha tha tho cheer ke rakh diya,” he finished with a satisfied, smug smile. 

“Gadheda! Ab main kya karoongi? Wapas kaise jaoongi?” Raavi asked. “Math jaa. Yahin ruk jaathe hain. Tu aur main, inn taaron ke neeche.. raat bhar.. yun hi..” he said, burying his head into the crook of her neck. She pushed him and stood up quickly before she got carried away. She adjusted her dupatta and crossed her arms over her chest like she was feeling cold to hold her blouse in place. Then she hid behind Shiva as they sneaked pass the gathering to their room where she changed into a different blouse. If Shiva had his way, they would’ve had round two in their bedroom right then. But Raavi managed to escape him, chiding him for his ravenous appetite. “Yeh tho tujhe lahu mere munh lagane se pehle sochna chahiye tha,” came his response. She blushed crimson as she ran into the circle of dancing people. She would be safe here, but she could still feel the heat of Shiva’s gaze on her skin, no matter how far she moved away from him. 

“Arey Raavi! Tu ne kapde kyun badal liye? Wo itna pyaara blouse tha!” Rishita commented, drawing Dhara Bhabhi’s attention too. Raavi glanced at Shiva standing behind her with an amused expression on his face from beneath her eyelashes. “Woh na, ek junglee bhaalu ki wajah se,” Raavi replied before hurrying away. Rishita stood there looking confused and scared, “junglee bhaalu??!!” Meanwhile Dhara spotted the smirk on Shiva’s face and saw a piece of Raavi’s broken bangle stuck on his kurta and quickly deduced who the junglee bhaalu was. 

“Bhabhi! Yahan junglee bhaalu bhi hote hain?” Rishita asked panicking. “Darr math, yeh sirf Raavi ka special junglee bhaalu hai,” she said blushing as she led Rishita away.

The End