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Hello guys. Warning-Its a bit guttery but zyada kuch bhi nai hai.
Enjoy :))
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He patted the expanse of the bed beside him.
But his hands came up empty,unable to find the thing he was searching for.
He opened his eyes groggily and switched on the light.
"f**k" he muttered as he switched it off again, his eyes unable to adjust to the brightness.
"Aliya?" He called out his voice raspy.
The room was silent.
"Aliya, washroom mein hon?"
Again,no response.
He got up, stumbling in the dark and pulled up his boxer-shorts, now searching for his shirt which he couldn't find anywhere.
"Its well after mid-night anyway." He muttered to himself as he made his way to the kitchens, sure that he would find her there.
And there she was.
In the kitchens, fussing over something at the counter.
"Raat k teen baje bhi ladki ko kaam karna hai." He murmered.
He snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her petite waist, pulling her back.
"Itne raat ko kya kar rahi ho MKB?" He whispered in her ear.
He could feel her shiver slightly as he breathed down her neck.
He smirked.
"And lights kyun off hai?" He muttered, burying his head in her hair and tightening his grip on her waist.
"Zain, jakar so jao. I'll come in 15 minutes"
"Arre, but kar kya rai ho Mallika-e-Zain?"
He felt her sigh.
"Cake bana rai thi tumhare liye. But surprise spoil kar diya tumne. Anyways, Happy Birthday." She said,as she turned around.
He gripped the platform, trapping her in between.
"I thought you forgot."
"Mere hunk ka birthday? How can I?" She smiled as he smiled.
"And mera present?"
"Kamre mein hain."
"Nai,mujhe abhi-shit!" He exclaimed mid sentence as he saw her wearing his shirt.
Nothing but his shirt.
"Chor kahiki." He muttered as he pulled her close by his shirt.
She wrapped her batter filled hands around his neck.
"Kaisi chor?"
"Mera shirt hai."
"Haan toh?" She smirked. "What's yours is mine baby" she flicked his nose with her finger.
She laughed softly when she saw the batter on his nose.
She stood on her toes and licked the batter off his nose.
She saw his eyes darken through whatever light was coming in through the window.
He grabbed her hands and licked her pinky clean, all the while looking at her.
She gasped as she felt his tounge on her finger.
His other hand sneaked over her waist and pulled her closer.
"I want my shirt back Aliya." He rasped
"Uh-huh?" She said,not in her senses.
He moved his lips to her ring finger, tasting the metal band of their engagement ring.
He licked it clean too.
"So, mein le lu?"
"Kya?" She said.
"Meri amanat" he pulled her by his shirt.
Her eyes widened in realisation.
"Zain, koi aa jayega."
"You should have thought about that before you ventured out in my shirt." He started kissing her neck.
"Zain" she said as she tried to push him away.
"Hmm?" He said,biting a sensitive spot on her neck.
She gasped and wound her hands around his neck.
He pulled her closer and relished the feeling of her against him.
"Aise raat ko uthkar na jaya karo." He whispered against her earlobe, biting it.
"I miss you in my arms." He murmered against her cheek.
She smiled coyly and rested her head against his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat.
"A lifetime is less for me to be with you." She said as she kissed his chest.
He grinned and tilted her cheek up and rested his forehead against hers.
Looking into her eyes, he whispered,his breath fanning her face.
"Then we should make the most of it in this lifetime only no?"
And captured her lips in hers.
Her heart thudded.
The kiss was a slow,sensous one. It was that type of kiss where they adhered to each others needs.
He nibbled on her lower lip, sucking on it and biting it and then soothing it by licking.
He relished the taste of her mouth, exploring the sweet recesses.
His hands crept under his shirt and felt her soft mounds, his thumb grazing over her hardened buds.
She moaned his name as she pressed herself closer to him, wanting more.
She was aroused. And she was making him too.
She broke the kiss and he got one glimpse of her glazed eyes before she placed kisses along his jawline.
"Aliya" he croaked as he balanced her.
She moved down to his throat and sucked on his adam's apple making him gulp painfully.
And effectively shutting him up in the process.
His breath came out in a huff when her hands started roaming on his well-built torso.
Unable to take anymore, he grasped her by her hair and pulled her back.
He then proceeded to take her by her waist and place her on the platform.
He pulled her legs apart and stepped in between and started kissing her neck.
Her heavy breathing and moans driving him crazy.
His hands started exploring her body, pinching and teasing her luscious curves.
As his kisses moved down, she latched herself to him and wrapped her legs around him.
He gripped her by her waist, her shirt riding upwards, exposing her bare milky midriff and black underwear, creating a striking contrast.
He went up to her face, wanting to kiss her senseless again.
"Wear my shirts anytime." He said, his voice husky.
"If you want" she said, her voice thick with desire, I'll roam around wearing nothing."
His pupils dialated and he took in a sharp breath.
He unbuttoned the first button and placed a kiss between the valley of her breasts, inhaling her sweet lemony scent that is unique to her, make him acknowledge his desire even more.
But through the haze of their desire, both could hear nearing footsteps.
Their eyes widened and she scrambled to get off the platform and went and hid behind the refridgerator.
"Allah!" Came a voice which they both recognised as Shazia's.
"Itni pyaas lagi hai na.."
She switched on the lights causing them both to blink rapidly.
Aliya hid her face in his chest.
Shazia neared the fridge. Their hearts beat fast,anticipating to get caught any moment.
But she just took a bottle and left the kitchen.
They both sighed in relief.
Aliya scooped up some batter from his arms and licked her finger, giggling.
"Joker lag rahe ho."
"Tumne banaya hai." He said huskily, pulling her closer by his shirt and buttoned it up to her neck.
"Koi nai. Jald hi khol dunga" he smirked.
She slapped his back playfully.
"Chale?" She asked.
And as they walked hand in hand, both half naked to their room, Zain said-
"Dont wear my shirts aise sare aam. I think Allah Rakha has a thing for you."
She choked on her own breath.
"Kya?"
"Hmm-mmh. I believe so. Besides ye sab dekhne ka haq sirf mera hai." He said, scooping her up in his arms to continue his ministrations on her up in their room.
"And we have to change our curtains."
To this she nodded.
*****
Kaisa laga? Bakwas? Usse bhi battar?
I am testing my abilities to write different uh-scenes. 😆
Toh bata dena how you liked it. Ya phir hated it.
No pms for this, sorry.
-loads of gutteryness.
Sanika
Enjoy :))
***
He patted the expanse of the bed beside him.
But his hands came up empty,unable to find the thing he was searching for.
He opened his eyes groggily and switched on the light.
"f**k" he muttered as he switched it off again, his eyes unable to adjust to the brightness.
"Aliya?" He called out his voice raspy.
The room was silent.
"Aliya, washroom mein hon?"
Again,no response.
He got up, stumbling in the dark and pulled up his boxer-shorts, now searching for his shirt which he couldn't find anywhere.
"Its well after mid-night anyway." He muttered to himself as he made his way to the kitchens, sure that he would find her there.
And there she was.
In the kitchens, fussing over something at the counter.
"Raat k teen baje bhi ladki ko kaam karna hai." He murmered.
He snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her petite waist, pulling her back.
"Itne raat ko kya kar rahi ho MKB?" He whispered in her ear.
He could feel her shiver slightly as he breathed down her neck.
He smirked.
"And lights kyun off hai?" He muttered, burying his head in her hair and tightening his grip on her waist.
"Zain, jakar so jao. I'll come in 15 minutes"
"Arre, but kar kya rai ho Mallika-e-Zain?"
He felt her sigh.
"Cake bana rai thi tumhare liye. But surprise spoil kar diya tumne. Anyways, Happy Birthday." She said,as she turned around.
He gripped the platform, trapping her in between.
"I thought you forgot."
"Mere hunk ka birthday? How can I?" She smiled as he smiled.
"And mera present?"
"Kamre mein hain."
"Nai,mujhe abhi-shit!" He exclaimed mid sentence as he saw her wearing his shirt.
Nothing but his shirt.
"Chor kahiki." He muttered as he pulled her close by his shirt.
She wrapped her batter filled hands around his neck.
"Kaisi chor?"
"Mera shirt hai."
"Haan toh?" She smirked. "What's yours is mine baby" she flicked his nose with her finger.
She laughed softly when she saw the batter on his nose.
She stood on her toes and licked the batter off his nose.
She saw his eyes darken through whatever light was coming in through the window.
He grabbed her hands and licked her pinky clean, all the while looking at her.
She gasped as she felt his tounge on her finger.
His other hand sneaked over her waist and pulled her closer.
"I want my shirt back Aliya." He rasped
"Uh-huh?" She said,not in her senses.
He moved his lips to her ring finger, tasting the metal band of their engagement ring.
He licked it clean too.
"So, mein le lu?"
"Kya?" She said.
"Meri amanat" he pulled her by his shirt.
Her eyes widened in realisation.
"Zain, koi aa jayega."
"You should have thought about that before you ventured out in my shirt." He started kissing her neck.
"Zain" she said as she tried to push him away.
"Hmm?" He said,biting a sensitive spot on her neck.
She gasped and wound her hands around his neck.
He pulled her closer and relished the feeling of her against him.
"Aise raat ko uthkar na jaya karo." He whispered against her earlobe, biting it.
"I miss you in my arms." He murmered against her cheek.
She smiled coyly and rested her head against his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat.
"A lifetime is less for me to be with you." She said as she kissed his chest.
He grinned and tilted her cheek up and rested his forehead against hers.
Looking into her eyes, he whispered,his breath fanning her face.
"Then we should make the most of it in this lifetime only no?"
And captured her lips in hers.
Her heart thudded.
The kiss was a slow,sensous one. It was that type of kiss where they adhered to each others needs.
He nibbled on her lower lip, sucking on it and biting it and then soothing it by licking.
He relished the taste of her mouth, exploring the sweet recesses.
His hands crept under his shirt and felt her soft mounds, his thumb grazing over her hardened buds.
She moaned his name as she pressed herself closer to him, wanting more.
She was aroused. And she was making him too.
She broke the kiss and he got one glimpse of her glazed eyes before she placed kisses along his jawline.
"Aliya" he croaked as he balanced her.
She moved down to his throat and sucked on his adam's apple making him gulp painfully.
And effectively shutting him up in the process.
His breath came out in a huff when her hands started roaming on his well-built torso.
Unable to take anymore, he grasped her by her hair and pulled her back.
He then proceeded to take her by her waist and place her on the platform.
He pulled her legs apart and stepped in between and started kissing her neck.
Her heavy breathing and moans driving him crazy.
His hands started exploring her body, pinching and teasing her luscious curves.
As his kisses moved down, she latched herself to him and wrapped her legs around him.
He gripped her by her waist, her shirt riding upwards, exposing her bare milky midriff and black underwear, creating a striking contrast.
He went up to her face, wanting to kiss her senseless again.
"Wear my shirts anytime." He said, his voice husky.
"If you want" she said, her voice thick with desire, I'll roam around wearing nothing."
His pupils dialated and he took in a sharp breath.
He unbuttoned the first button and placed a kiss between the valley of her breasts, inhaling her sweet lemony scent that is unique to her, make him acknowledge his desire even more.
But through the haze of their desire, both could hear nearing footsteps.
Their eyes widened and she scrambled to get off the platform and went and hid behind the refridgerator.
"Allah!" Came a voice which they both recognised as Shazia's.
"Itni pyaas lagi hai na.."
She switched on the lights causing them both to blink rapidly.
Aliya hid her face in his chest.
Shazia neared the fridge. Their hearts beat fast,anticipating to get caught any moment.
But she just took a bottle and left the kitchen.
They both sighed in relief.
Aliya scooped up some batter from his arms and licked her finger, giggling.
"Joker lag rahe ho."
"Tumne banaya hai." He said huskily, pulling her closer by his shirt and buttoned it up to her neck.
"Koi nai. Jald hi khol dunga" he smirked.
She slapped his back playfully.
"Chale?" She asked.
And as they walked hand in hand, both half naked to their room, Zain said-
"Dont wear my shirts aise sare aam. I think Allah Rakha has a thing for you."
She choked on her own breath.
"Kya?"
"Hmm-mmh. I believe so. Besides ye sab dekhne ka haq sirf mera hai." He said, scooping her up in his arms to continue his ministrations on her up in their room.
"And we have to change our curtains."
To this she nodded.
*****
Kaisa laga? Bakwas? Usse bhi battar?
I am testing my abilities to write different uh-scenes. 😆
Toh bata dena how you liked it. Ya phir hated it.
No pms for this, sorry.
-loads of gutteryness.
Sanika
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