𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢 ~ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 |𝟏𝟖+| - Chapter 11: Chapter 11

Author's POV:-
Sakshi was serving him his dinner.
'Lata ka khana ho gayi??' he asked.
("Did Lata had her dinner??")
Sakshi nods her head, 'Haa meine khila di hain..aur soh bhi gayi hain woh..'
("Yes, I've fed her... and she's already slept...")
He hummed in acknowledgment, taking a bite.
"Toh tu ab kya karegi? Chal, tu bhi baith ja mere saath. Saath mein khayenge," he said, patting the empty chair beside him.
("So what will you do now? Come, sit with me. Let's eat together.")
Her eyes widened slightly. "Aapke saath? Nahi ji... buaji aate hi honge. Agar dekh liya na toh gussa karenge bahut."
(""With you? No... buaji must be coming soon. If she sees us eating together she'll get very angry.")
"Arey kuch nahi hoga," he said calmly.
("Are nothing will happen..")
"Woh dono abhi aane wale nahi hain. Jab tak aayenge, hum toh so bhi chuke honge. Aaja."
("They won't come right now. By the time they do, we'll probably be asleep. Come on.")
Reluctantly, but with a shy smile, she sat beside him with her plate. The both enjoy their dinner together.
Sakshi was arranging her clothes in almirah. She didn't got time to arrange her sarees so thought to do it now and here Arjun is reading some kind of book.
Sakshi, after arranging her clothes, sat beside him and curiously tried to figure out what book he was reading. There were two more books placed in front of him. She picked one up and began flipping through the pages.
"Yeh commerce ka book hai," he said casually, without even looking up.
("This is a commerce book")
Sakshi glanced at him, startled. "Aapne kitni kaksha tak padhai ki hai, ji?"
("Till which class have you studied, ji?")
He closed his book and replied, "Graduate hoon main."
("I am graduate")
A soft smile touched her lips. "Mere bhaiya bhi abhi college mein padh rahe hain... second year mein hain," she said, reminiscing about her family.
("My brother is also studying in college right now... he's in the second year.")
"Aur tune kitni kaksha tak padhai ki?" he asked, genuinely wanting to know more about her.
("And till which grade did you study?")
"Bharavi tak... woh bhi sirf Baba ki wajah se padh paayi. Meri dadi toh bilkul khilaf thi ki main padhu... sirf Maa aur Papa hi khush thein is baat se," she replied, a sad smile forming on her lips.
("Till twelfth... and that too only because of Baba. My dadi was completely against me studying... only my maa and baba were happy about it.")
He leaned back, resting his head on the headrest. "Bohut pyaar karti hain na apne maa-baba se?"
("You love your parents a lot, don't you?")
Her smile faded. "Sirf Maa se... bohot zyada. Har waqt unhi ke saath toh rehti thi shaadi se pehle. Agar kabhi gussa ho jaati thi toh bhi unhi ke peeche-peeche bhagti thi," she chuckled softly, the memory warming her heart.
("Only my mom... very much. Before marriage, I used to stay with her all the time. Even when I got angry, I would still go running after her.")
"Bohut yaad aati hai na Maa ki?" he asked, his voice softer now, touched by his own memories.
("You miss your maa a lot, don't you?")
"Bohut ji... har waqt. Ghar mein sirf main hi thi jo unse baat karti thi. Dadi toh aaj bhi unhe har baat pe taane sunati hain. Baba... woh toh rehte hue bhi jaise hote nahi hain. Aur Bhaiya? Padhai se fursat mile tab na..."
("Very much jii all the time. I was the only one in the house who used to talk to her. Even today, dadi taunts her about everything. Baba... he's there, but it's like he isn't. And Bhaiya . He's always too busy with studies.")
She quickly wiped her moist eyes with her pallu. He stared at her quietly, his gaze tender.
"Aur kya sunna chahte hain?" she asked, forcing a small smile.
(" What else do you want to know about me??")
"Yeh bata, tujhe sabse achha kya lagta hai karna mein?" he asked, eager to hear more from her.
("Tell me, what do you like doing the most?")
"Bohut kuch pasand hai ji mujhe ," she said with a giggle, her voice lighter now.
("I like a lot of things of things to do")
"Jaise paudhe lagana, radio mein bhooton ki kahaniyaan sunna, aur sabse zyada... silai karna. Aur woh bhi Maa ke saath."
("Like planting saplings, listening to ghost stories on the radio, and most of all... stitching. Especially with my maa")
He watched her intently. "Aur?"
("And??")
She smiled, eyes twinkling..
"Pata hai aapko? Shaadi se pehle Maa aur main roz dopahar ko silai karte the. Kabhi frock, kabhi moja, kabhi blouse... sab kuch banate the."
("You know what? Before marriage, maa and I used to stitch every afternoon. Sometimes frocks, sometimes socks, sometimes blouses... we made everything.")
She kept talking, her words tumbling out one after another, lost in the joy of those memories. And he? He was no longer listening to her words-he was mesmerized by her.
The way her eyes lit up when she spoke about her Maa... the way she giggled while sharing childhood stories... the slight pout on her lips when she paused-it was all enchanting.
"Sun rahe hain?" she asked suddenly, waving her hand in front of his eyes.
("Are you even hearing what I am saying??")
He blinked, snapping out of his trance. "Huh? Kuch keh rahi thi?"
("Huh?? You are asking something??")
She burst out laughing. "Kahan kho gaye the? Kabse bula rahi hoon main!"
("Where did you lost ??" I was calling you so many times??")
"Tere chehre mein..." he murmured under his breath.
("In your beauty")
"Huh?" she asked, puzzled.
He quickly shook his head and stood up. "Kal subah tayyar ho jaana... humein jaana hai."
("Get ready tomorrow morning... we have to go.")
"Kahaan jaayenge?" she asked, curious.
("Where we will go??")
He smiled softly. "Ghar nahi jaana kya? Pag phera ke liye?"
(Don't you want to go to your home?? For the pag phera ritual??")
Her eyes widened with joy. She gasped, completely taken by surprise. "Mere ghar? Sacch mein jaayenge?!"
("My home ?? You are not lieing right?")
He nodded.
Without warning, she leaped up and hugged him tightly, her arms circling his neck as she landed in his lap.
"Shukriya ji... bohot, bohot shukriya! Aapko pata nahi main kitni khush hoon! Maa ko dekh paungi... itne din baad... shukriya ji!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with raw happiness.
("Thank you jii ..thank you so much..you don't know how much I got happy hearing this...after so many days I am going to see my maa...thank you..")
Sakshi jumped with joy, her arms instinctively wrapping around Arjun as she climbed into his lap, overwhelmed by the news that she would be visiting her maternal home. Her embrace was tight, warm, filled with unspoken gratitude and excitement.
But in her haste and innocence, her knee brushed against his manhood-making him freeze for a second. He was already affected by her closeness, but this small, unintentional touch only making him hard more. He groans slightly ,drew a deep breath, trying to stay composed.
Instead of letting her go, he gently circled his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder.
"Aise hi rehne de... bohut sukoon milta hai," he whispered, his voice low and husky.
("Let it be just like this... it brings me such peace.")
Sakshi stilled, her breath caught somewhere between confusion and nervousness.
"Ji...?" she whispered softly but didn't pull away. Her hand instinctively rested on his shoulder, supporting him, comforting him.
Arjun closed his eyes, taking in the scent of her-The rosy smell.
His nose grazed the side of her neck, and before he knew it, he was placing featherlight kisses against her skin. He gently moved her pallu off her shoulder, exposing the delicate curve of her collarbone.
Her breath hitched. "Ji...yeh...kya kar rahe hain?" she stuttered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
("Ji..wha..are you doing??")
"Kuch nahi..." he whispered again, this time more tenderly, continuing to place soft, lingering kisses on her skin.
("Nothing..")
He could feel the rapid thump of her heartbeat. Her eyes were closed, her fists gently clenching the folds of his kurta.
He cupped her face carefully. "Kya hua? Dar lag raha hai?" he asked, his voice soft.
("What happened? Are you scared?")
Sakshi opened her eyes slowly. "Thoda...ji," she admitted, her voice barely audible.
("A little..")
He smiled gently, brushing the tip of his nose against hers. "Dar mat...kuch nahi hoga. Bas mehsoos kar. Main kuch zabardasti nahi karunga."
("Don't be afraid... nothing will happen. Just feel it. I won't force anything.")
He whispered softly, his breath warm against her skin, before placing his lips on hers. She froze for a moment, stunned by the rush of sensations, her breath caught in her throat. She stopped breathing.
His lips moved slowly-soft, patient-sucking gently on her upper lip.
She pressed her lips tightly, unsure, nervous. His rough fingers caressed her waist, grounding her, before giving a teasing pinch that made her gasp. In that very moment, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth-careful, exploring every corner of her mouth.
"Dhila ho jaa, Sakshi... kab tak saans roke rakhegi?" he murmured in a husky tone, gently untangling her long hair with his fingers, letting it fall like a veil between them.
("Relax, Sakshi... how long will you keep holding your breath?")
Something in his voice soothed her fears. She relaxed slightly, her arms wrapping around his neck, drawing him closer. She gasped heavily when he leave her after few minutes when he felt that she is out of breath.
Both of their lips were wet with each other's saliva.
He then dip his neck between her both boobs before unhooking her white cotton bra..rubbing his nose at the valley of both the boobs.
Her boobs were not too small not too large. Its perfect for him. Her breath hitched when he slowly pressed one of her boob.
"Ahhh... ji..." she moaned softly, her body instinctively leaning into him, her head resting on his shoulder. She feels extremely shy as her grip on his shoulder blade tightens.
"Dard ho raha hai?" he asked softly near her ear.. caressing her other twin.
("Is it paining??")
She didn't reply, too embarrassed to speak.
"Bata na... agar dard ho raha hai toh dheere dabaunga," he said, kissing her bare shoulder with care.
("Tell me... if it's hurting, I'll press more gently.")
She shook her head slightly, indicating it was okay.
He pulled her closer, his arms around her like a protective shield, then gently removed her undone blouse and bra. Lowering her onto the bed, he leaned down and taking her bud in his warm mouth.
'Ahhhhh jii aap yeh..kya...ahhhhh maa!!!....'
Her fingers gripped the bedsheet as a new, unfamiliar sensation coursed through her. Her hand instinctively moved to his hair, her trembling fingers gripping it as she doesn't know what she should do right at that moment.
She keep moaning and screaming under him giving a clear hint she is liking it.
He grip the both of the boobs on his hand and he was sucking more and more ...her nipples is going hard and rigid .He keep sucking and nibbling it till he got satisfied.
Then, suddenly, the room fell silent-only the soft sound of slurping lingered in the air. Her hand was not gripping his hair anymore. Her palm was just placed over his head.
He paused and looked up, finding her fast asleep. Her face was serene, a few strands of hair resting on her forehead, lips slightly parted, and her chest rising gently with each breath.
She looked breathtaking. He rested his chin on her soft belly, admiring her in silence. Leaning forward, he placed a tender kiss on her flat stomach before gently pulling the blanket up to cover her bare chest.
Sliding beside her, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her head to his chest, letting the quiet intimacy of the moment sink deep into his soul.