A Flavour of Forever ( mature content) Matured

15 days ago

Mikky

@MidnightLibrary

A Flavour of Forever ( mature content)

Prithvi held her tightly, his face nestled in the curve of her neck. His warm breath caressed her exposed skin, sending shivers down her spine.

"Let's have breakfast, okay?" Sanyogita whispered, her voice filled with affection. "You don't always have to take charge to make others happy. We'll face everything together!"

She gently patted his broad back and head, her touch soothing.

Prithvi withdrew his face from her shoulders, his eyes locking onto hers.

Sanyogita led him to the basin to wash his hands, then guided him to the couch where she had set up breakfast.

She settled him in first, then sat beside him, their thighs touching.

Removing the plate cover, she began serving breakfast with her hands.

Prithvi parted his lips savouring tasted the aloo paratha, toasted bread dipped in sauce and accompanied by fresh vegetables. The coffee had become cold already. .

Sanyogita made a face, teasing. "Dekha, tumhe mana te mante, khana toh thanda bhi hoga!" (See, I told you, the food would get cold!)

Prithvi's eyes crinkled as he chuckled, his smile softening.

Sanyogita flashed a radiant smile, and Prithvi mirrored it, his lips curving upward.

But Sanyogita's gaze dropped to his left hand, still healing from the injury.

"Careful," she whispered, concern etched on her face.

Prithvi's smile faltered, and he made a sad face.

Sanyogita's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Share with me," she suggested. " Bite half, and I'll take the other half."

Prithvi's face lit up with an adorable smile.

Their eyes met, filled with affection.

Sanyogita brought the paratha to his lips, and he took a bite.

Then, she took the other half, their mouths inches apart.

As they savoured the breakfast together, their love became the seasoning that made every moment delicious.

Finishing their meal, Sanyogita leaned in, her lips teasing Prithvi's. "Acha, I see a hint of sauce here," she whispered, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine.

Prithvi's eyes blazed with desire. "Where?" he asked, his voice low and husky, his tone dripping with seduction.

Sanyogita's fingers traced the curve of his jaw, her touch igniting a fire within. "Right here," she murmured, her lips brushing against his, sending sparks flying.

Prithvi's hands cradled Sanyogita's face, his thumbs tracing her cheekbones. Deepening the kiss, their lips intertwined like vines.

Sanyogita's fingers danced across his chest, leaving trails of desire. Her touch sparked electric currents, igniting his passion.

"Your mischief attempt is irresistible, my wild cat," Prithvi growled. His lips grazed her ear, sending shivers.

Sanyogita's laughter was husky, inviting.

"Just the blessings from my master," she whispered. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"I'm impressed with the progress of my student," Prithvi teased. His right hand slid down, caressing her waist.

He pulled her underneath his complete weight, their bodies aligning.

Sanyogita's curves are moulded into his frame. Their faces are inches apart. Prithvi's warm breath danced across her skin.

"Your lessons are quite effective, Guruji." Sanyogita's whisper tantalized Prithvi's ears, her voice dripping with seduction like honey.

Prithvi's eyes blazed with desire, burning brighter than embers. "My naughty disciple, wanna be ready to explore more?"

He winked, his eyelids fluttering with mischief.

Sanyogita's laughter echoed a melodic ring. The sound waves caressed the walls.

"Always welcome , master," she responded with an alluring giggled . Her lower lip trembled, as she gazed at him straight still holding his shoulders in between her hands.

Prithvi's gaze zeroed in on the tantalizing sight. His eyes were set in a blaze to devour every inch of her .

"Excellent," he whispered. His mouth claimed hers.

Their lips clashed. Passion unfolded like a slow-burning flame.

Her laughter went silent as their lips clashed again, passion unfolding like a slow-burning flame.

Sanyogita's lips fluttered across Prithvi's face, leaving a trail of gentle kisses. Her hands worked through his shirt buttons, releasing the scent of lavender and desire.

Prithvi's fingers explored Sanyogita's body, slipping beneath her maroon satin nightie. The fabric pooled at her feet, followed by her clothes, bra, and final barrier.

His own lavender shirt and beige pants joined the scattered heap, abandoned in the heat of their passion.

Skin met skin, igniting a fire that spread through their veins.

Sanyogita's touch sent shivers down Prithvi's spine. Her hands roamed his strong torso , tracing the contours of his abs.

Their lips met again, this time with urgency. The world around them melted away, leaving only the thrum of their hearts.

As he gazed into his wife's eyes, he felt his heart overflow with emotion. He saw his future in her gaze, his forever home. He felt his love for her grow, expand, and overflow, like a river bursting its banks. Prithvi felt his soul stir, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.

“P..r..i..t.h.v..ii !!! His name escaped her lips in a mixture of breathing .

Sanyogita found it difficult to stand still while Prithvi thrust his hardness deeper and faster from behind.

With a gentle yet possessive touch, Prithvi spun her around, his lips claiming hers in a kiss that left her breathless. Sanyogita's hands grasped his shoulders, her body arching into his as he drew her closer.

In one swift motion, he lifted Sanyogita on his healthy hand , his hands drawing her back on the top of the bed .. he leaned forward, his chiselled physique merging with her curves in a sensual embrace, their hearts pounding in perfect harmony.

His mouth claimed her lips once again. His tongue delved into her mouth, swirling with hers in a passionate dance, echoing the rhythmic thrusts of his body below.

As he began sliding inside around the wetness of her silken sheath in a motion of in and out, Sanyogita's body began to tremble, her pretty ample mounds crushing against his muscular chest in harmony with vibrations of his heart .

The two love birds were lost in their desire, oblivious to everything except each other.

Prithvi's muscles flexed beneath Sanyogita's sweaty palms as he moved smoothly within her silken sheath. Their love was a force of nature, unstoppable and all-consuming.

As they surrendered to their passion, the telephone's shrill ring shattered the moment, leaving them breathless and frozen. Their lips remained locked, their chests heaving in unison. Sanyogita's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting Prithvi's, sparkling with desire.

"Which moron dares to disturb us now?" Prithvi whispered, his voice husky with irritation. But Sanyogita's response was a chuckle mixed with a moan, her voice laced with seduction, as Prithvi continued to slip inside her wetness.

Sanyogita's chuckle was laced with seduction, her voice husky. "Maybe it's the 'moron' who's been missing out on this... and so much more...ahh!! " She moaned, her breath catching as Prithvi continued to slip inside her, his movements slow and deliberate.

Prithvi smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He Said in between taking a moanful breath "ahh!!...But I'm not missing out on anything," he whispered, his voice low and playful. "I'm exactly where I want to be... inside my wife, surrounded by her love."

"But we can't ignore it, Mr husband, perhaps someone from the office needs you " Sanyogita chuckled, her brow furrowed, but her eyes were still sparkling with mischief.

But Prithvi refused, his focus solely on their love. "Nothing's more important than this, than us . Besides, you owe me eight days of makeup for staying away from your husband... and I plan to collect every minute of it.”

Sanyogita giggled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "So, Mr. Workaholic has turned into... Mr. Loveholic? And what's the penalty for not paying up?"

Prithvi's lips traced her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "I am always addicted to you. You just seldom seem misinterpreted . And for penalty I think we can come up with something.. creative.” He wink

The phone persisted, its ringing growing louder. Sanyogita pushed Prithvi gently, but he was stubborn, pinning her back on the bed and blocking her path. She giggled at his attempt, but managed to stretch her right hand towards the bed table and pick up her mobile.

Prithvi's fingers wrapped around Sanyogita's wrist, pinning it to the pillow as his lips blazed a trail down her neck. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their chests rising and falling as one. The phone's insistent ringing grew louder, but Prithvi was relentless, his thrusts gradually increasing in intensity. Sanyogita's body trembled, her senses shattered by the pleasure.

"Let me get it," she whispered, her voice husky with desire, but Prithvi was stubborn, his grip unyielding.

"No, I want to entertain none apart from you and us right now ," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "I'm busy making up for lost time... and lost love."

She giggled gradually and her breathing grew heavy and husky " okay , Mr.husband I'll cut off everyone right this moment of us ..Now khuss!!"

His face is warm with an adorable smile. His lips roamed every inch of her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His tongue teased the delicate skin around her neck, sending shivers down her spine. He lavished attention on the gentle curves of her collarbone, his mouth worshipping her as if she were a goddess.

Sanyogita's body surrendered to Prithvi's touch, her breasts swelling beneath him as she arched to meet his chiselled chest. Every stroke ignited a fire that drew them closer, their lips almost touching. The air vibrated with tension, their ragged breathing the only sound in the room. Time stood still.

The phone's insistent ringing had stopped, but they remained oblivious, lost in the depths of their passion.

Their love became a raging river, sweeping them away.

Finally, they collapsed together, spent and sat. Prithvi's body relaxed, his weight pinning her to the bed as they caught their breath.

Sanyogita's finger tracecing gentle patterns on his back, her touch soothing.

Their hearts still racing, they basked in the afterglow.

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As the warm sunlight danced across their skin, Prithvi and Sanyogita basked in the serenity of their balcony overlooking the Arabian Sea. The gentle ocean breeze carried the sweet scent of saltwater and blooming flowers.

Sanyogita wore only Prithvi's lavender shirt, its soft fabric draping elegantly over her curves. Her smooth legs stretched out before her, crossed at the ankles. She leaned back into the plush couch, her slender back supported by the headrest.

Prithvi nestled his face in the valley of her swollen breasts, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance of her skin. His head rested on her chest, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breath.

He wore only his trousers, his chiselled six-pack abs exposed. His fingers delicately played with her long hair, the strands slipping through his fingers like silk.

Sanyogita's hands cradled his head, her fingers stroking his hair with tender affection. She pressed gentle kisses to his forehead, their love radiating like the warm sunlight.

Together, they savoured the peacefulness, their love a haven after the storm.

"Ab bhuat hua... now let's go out," Sanyogita coaxed, her voice stern yet laced with affection. "Dadimaa wants to meet you. Yesterday, she looked very tense and sad when I said you didn't want to see anyone." Her fingers gently stroked his hair.

Prithvi buried his face in her chest, seeking solace. Sanyogita's heart swelled with emotion, understanding the turmoil he faced.

"I don't want to go anywhere ," Prithvi mumbled.

Sanyogita's voice softened. "But you must... it wasn't your fault. You were a victim of evil plans." Her hands cradled his face, lifting it to meet her gaze.

Prithvi's eyes locked onto hers, finding serenity and empathy in their depths. Her beautiful eyes, like calm waters, soothed his soul.

"Nobody will understand, Sanyo..." Prithvi's voice cracked as he lifted his head, his eyes locking onto hers.

Sanyogita's lips curved into a gentle smile. "I do," she whispered back. "And that's enough." Her words wrapped around him like a warm embrace.

Prithvi lifted his face to search her gaze and found Sanyogita's beautiful eyes, like pools of tranquillity, enveloped him in serenity.

Prithvi lifted his face, his gaze seeking Sanyogita's. Her beautiful eyes, like pools of tranquil water, enveloped him in serenity. Their calm depths soothed his turmoil.

After a moment, his voice split out, breaking the silence. "Everyone's seen that video... Sanyo ..," Prithvi's words were laced with anguish, his tone cracking under the weight of shame.

"Arjun found me unconscious... maybe he saw the mark on my skin too..." His voice shattered, like fragile glass.

Sanyogita's heart raced with guilt and pain, witnessing her husband's torment.

A shadow of disgust spread across Prithvi's features, darkening his expression. His eyes clouded, memories swirling like a maelstrom.

He recalled the moment he first discovered the bite mark on his neck in the mirror. Revulsion crawled beneath his skin.

His whole flesh burned with rage and hatred against Mohini, fueled by the acidic taste of humiliation.

Sanyogita's gentle touch on his arm anchored him, drawing him back from the abyss.

"I can't stand it, Sanyo... I hate the way people are quick to judge," Prithvi's voice was heavy with despair. "My employer , who once held me in high regard, now will whisper and jest at my expense. How am I supposed to face my business associates, my old college buddies, my relatives, and the entire city of Mumbai laughing at me? I can't bear to look my family in the eye... Ariyan, Anushka, Mamsy, Chote Papa…”

Sanyogita's fingers traced gentle patterns on his back, offering comfort.

But amidst the list of names, one was conspicuously absent – his father. Prithvi's pain and anger still simmered, a palpable barrier between him and his dad.

Sanyogita felt her heart pounding with guilt and anguish as she watched her husband suffer from the fear of losing the reputation he had worked so hard to build. It dawned on her that he had not mentioned one person's name - his father. He was still holding onto his anger towards his dad.

Prithvi's gaze drifted towards the horizon, seeking solace in the vast sky. His soul churned like a turbulent river.

Sanyogita's gentle touch on his shoulder anchored him. Her fingers stroked his hair, soothing his turmoil.

"Sab kuch thik ho jayega... mein hoon nah," Sanyogita whispered, her warm breath dancing across Prithvi's skin.

"Whatever comes, I'm with you." Her voice was a gentle melody, soothing his frayed nerves.

Her eyes, like shimmering pools of tranquillity, calmed Prithvi's turbulent thoughts.

"Dadima, Ariyan, Anushka, Mamsy, Chote Papa, your dad – no one will judge you. They know the truth."

"Arjun, Maya, Siddharth, Radhika, ACP Zunaid – everyone acknowledges your innocence."

Prithvi's eyes locked onto hers, calm and reassuring, like a peaceful lake reflecting the serenity of the sky.

"Sometimes people's eyes say what their mouths can't," he said, his voice laced with vulnerability, cracking slightly, like the faintest fissure in the glass.

Sanyogita's heart skipped a beat, attuned to the unspoken anguish beneath Prithvi's words, her pulse echoing through her veins like a gentle drumbeat.

It is human nature to glance at other people's homes rather than taking the time to focus on oneself. Her eyes brimmed with empathy, shining like moonlit pools, overflowing with compassion.

Her lips parted in a gentle whisper, releasing a soft sigh, like the whisper of leaves rustling in the breeze. "I'm with you isn't it enough?"

Her eyes brimmed with empathy, lips parting in a gentle whisper.

Prithvi's gaze held hers, a lifeline to anchor his turbulent emotions. He didn't respond.

Sanyogita's words dripped like honey, sweet and soothing. "Aab Jada socho maat mein hoon na....I'll face everyone with you. Together, we'll overcome this. You aren't alone."

Her voice wrapped around him like a gentle blanket, warming his chilled soul.

Her words wrapped around him like a comforting blanket.

"Your wife, your better half, is with you. Always."

Her warm breath caressed his ear, soothing his turmoil.

Prithvi's gaze locked onto hers, gratitude and love shining bright. His eyes sparkled with unshed tears.

He enveloped her in a tight hug, seeking solace. Sanyogita reciprocated, her arms wrapping around him like a calming embrace.

In that moment, their bond was unbreakable – forged in the fire of adversity.

Their hearts beat as one, a symphony of love and resilience.

The telephone's shrill ring pierced the air, shattering their intimate moment.

Sanyogita hastened to their bedroom, her eyes locked on Prithvi's, confusion and urgency etched on her face.

She grabbed the phone, answering with a tentative "Hello?"

Her gaze remained fixed on Prithvi, but as she listened to the caller, surprise transformed her expression.

"Mr. Abhiram Malhotra and Mr. Avinash Malhotra are here," the bodyguard announced, his voice tinged with curiosity and apprehension.

"They're waiting downstairs."

Sanyogita's eyes widened, her grip on the phone tightening.

Prithvi's father had arrived.

The silence between them thickened, heavy with unspoken questions.

To be continued…