Talab - Chapter 35: Chapter 35

He slowly made her sit in the middle of the bed, gently kissed her knuckles, and whispered soft words only meant for her ears.
Then, he lifted his gaze from her hands to her lips — and paused.
Their eyes locked, and when she closed hers in silent permission, he leaned in.
His fingers gently fisted her hair — careful, delicate — as if she were made of glass. He brushed his lips against hers, so softly that her breath caught. Her heart raced, its rhythm losing control.
Finally, he pressed his lips onto hers. Soft at first. Sweet.
But passion bloomed like wildfire.
He pinched her waist playfully, seeking deeper access. She gasped, and he explored her mouth with his tongue, tasting chocolate — her favourite pastry. She clutched his hair tightly, everything feeling new and overwhelming.
She had never imagined intimacy would feel like this... with her Maan.
A soft moan escaped her when his hand slipped under her t-shirt. Her eyes widened — shy, unsure, yet trusting.
She tried to hold back her moans, but they betrayed her lips.
"Oh... Maan..." she whispered breathlessly.
Something in him snapped.
In a surge of emotion, he tugged at her shirt, tearing it slightly.
"My shirt... ahh—" she murmured, but he kissed her neck, biting gently before soothing the spot with a kiss.
The moment her lacy blue bra came into view, she flushed deeply. But she didn't stop him.
She unbuttoned his shirt impatiently, hands trembling. Before she could go further, he gently pinned her wrists above her head.
"Aren't we... husband and wife now?" he whispered, voice low and teasing.
He pulled off his shirt and tossed it somewhere in the room. His sculpted body was now bare — a sight only she was allowed to see.
"All yours, Rooh... to love, to touch," he said with a soft smirk.
She blushed and pushed him slightly before climbing onto his stomach, returning the playful bite on his shoulder. He groaned softly, the sound only fueling her desire.
He quickly rolled her beneath him, their bodies moving in sync, and unclasped her bra. She immediately hugged him, hiding her bare self into his chest.
He kissed her forehead gently.
"Rooh, never hide from me. You can trust me. I'm your husband... and your home."
He laid her back gently, looking into her eyes with so much love it melted her.
He kissed every corner of her face, trailing down slowly to her chest. She closed her eyes, breath hitching.
"Don't close your eyes when I look at you, my jaan... let me see you," he whispered.
She opened her eyes again — and what she saw in his gaze wasn't just desire. It was worship.
He kissed her, slowly, carefully, lovingly. He trailed his lips down to her curves, lavishing attention with devotion. His hands explored gently — one tangled in her hair, the other resting on her back — as if he wanted to memorize every part of her.
She felt marked, loved, cherished.
He slowly slid down her shorts, eyes never leaving hers. Then, he took her hand and placed it on his arousal, whispering hoarsely,
"This... this is what you do to me, Rooh."
She blushed furiously, heart thudding in her chest.
But just as he was about to proceed, he paused.
His expression changed. He noticed something — her pad.
Realization struck him.
His face fell with guilt. "Why didn't you tell me, Rooh? I... I might've hurt you. I'm sorry. I didn't see... I got lost. I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to—"
Tears welled in his eyes.
She cupped his face lovingly and whispered, "Maan... you can never hurt me. Your touch heals me. Your love makes me feel whole."
He hugged her tightly, still emotional. "Rest now, bacha. I'll get you ginger tea... it'll help with the cramps. And a hot water bottle."
Moments later, he returned — holding her tea like it was a sacred offering.
He made her lie on his chest, wrapped her gently in a warm embrace, and stroked her hair as sleep slowly pulled them into peace.
Together, they drifted into the quiet of the night — hearts full, bodies warm, souls intertwined.