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Few Years Later...
The world had changed. So had they.
Aarav Malhotra was now a name that commanded fear and respect in the legal world. He had taken his parents' legacy to a new level, not just as a top lawyer but as an advisor to the government in critical cases. There wasn't a single courtroom in the country where his presence didn't shake the opposition.
Ishani Malhotra—formerly Ishani Mehta—had walked a different path. Instead of settling for a conventional forensic career, she had followed in her mother's footsteps. She was now a RAW field forensic doctor, handling the deadliest cases with precision. She wasn't just a scientist anymore; she was a warrior in her own right.
They were both at the peak of their careers. And yet, despite the chaos, their love had only grown stronger.
It was midnight when Ishani landed at a private airbase outside Delhi, her boots hitting the ground with practiced ease. She had just returned from an undercover forensic investigation in Afghanistan, where she had helped track an international syndicate.
As she walked towards the waiting car, her phone rang.
Aarav.
A smirk touched her lips as she answered.
"Agar tujhe laga main safe nahi pohchungi toh tu mujhe abhi tak jaanta nahi hai."
("If you thought I wouldn't reach safely, then you still don't know me.")
On the other end, Aarav chuckled.
"Main sirf confirm kar raha tha ki mere saath shaadi ke baad bhi tu RAW ki best forensic officer hai ya nahi."
("I was just confirming whether you're still RAW's best forensic officer even after marriage.")
Ishani laughed, sliding into the car.
"Tu jaanta hai ki main hoon."
("You know I am.")
His voice dropped, softer now.
"Phir ghar kab aa rahi hai?"
("Then when are you coming home?")
Ishani sighed. Home. That word had a new meaning ever since she married Aarav. No matter where she went, the thought of returning to him was what kept her sane.
"Bas ek ghante mein," she said, leaning back into the seat.
("Just an hour.")
"Tez aana," Aarav murmured.
("Come fast.")
She smiled, knowing he meant every word.
At the Malhotra estate, Aarav stood in his massive study, surrounded by files and legal briefs. But his mind wasn't on work. Not today.
His father, Rohit Malhotra, entered, watching his son with a smirk.
"Aaj kaam pe dhyan nahi hai?"
("Not focused on work today?")
Aarav leaned back in his chair.
"Ishani aa rahi hai."
("Ishani is coming home.")
Rohit chuckled.
"Beta, abhi bhi wohi bechaini jo pehle thi?"
("Son, still the same restlessness as before?")
Aarav smirked.
"Hamesha rahegi."
("It will always be there.")
His father nodded.
"Aur tujhe pata hai, tujhe dekh ke lagta hai ki tu sirf hamara beta nahi hai. Tu is country ke sabse powerful logon mein se ek hai. Tere bina kuch bade decisions liye nahi ja sakte."
("And you know, seeing you, I realize you're not just our son. You're one of the most powerful people in this country. Nothing major happens without your input anymore.")
Aarav didn't reply, but he knew it was true. His legal expertise had become critical to national security cases. The government depended on him for cases that required discretion, intelligence, and sheer strategic brilliance.
But right now, he only wanted to focus on one thing—his wife coming home.
An hour later, Ishani stepped out of her car and entered their home, the familiarity of it wrapping around her like a warm embrace.
Aarav was already waiting in the dimly lit hallway. The moment she stepped inside, he closed the distance between them, pulling her into his arms.
She melted against him, inhaling his familiar scent.
"Main safe hoon," she whispered, knowing that was what he needed to hear first.
("I'm safe.")
Aarav exhaled against her hair.
"Tu jitni baar jaati hai, main utni hi baar paagal ho jata hoon."
("Every time you leave, I go crazy.")
She pulled back slightly, looking into his intense eyes.
"Aur jitni baar main lautti hoon, tu mujhe pehle se zyada chahta hai."
("And every time I return, you love me even more.")
A slow smirk formed on his lips.
"Pata chal raha hai?"
("Can you tell?")
She giggled.
"Haan."
("Yes.")
He cupped her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek before his lips descended onto hers—deep, slow, and filled with all the emotions he couldn't put into words.
No matter how much time passed, no matter how dangerous their lives got, this—this feeling of coming back to each other—never changed.
Flashback
Their marriage had been nothing short of legendary. The courtroom's rising star and RAW's secret weapon—no one saw it coming.
The wedding had been private yet grand, held at the Malhotra estate, with only their closest family and government officials in attendance.
Ishani had been a vision in a deep red lehenga, her mother's legacy reflected in her fierce eyes. Aarav had looked every bit the powerful man he had become, but that day, he had been just a man in love.
Their vows had been simple but powerful.
Aarav had held her hands and said,
"Chahe kitni bhi mushkilein aaye, main hamesha tere saath rahunga."
("No matter how many difficulties come, I will always be with you.")
Ishani had smiled and whispered back,
"Jahan tu, wahan main."
("Wherever you are, I am.")
That had been enough.
Today, years later, they weren't just a married couple—they were a force to be reckoned with.
Aarav's name was feared in the courtroom. Ishani's skills were unmatched in forensic intelligence. Together, they solved cases that the world didn't even know existed.
And yet, through all the chaos, through all the danger, they still found time for stolen kisses under the stars.
On nights like this, when the world was quiet, they would sit on their balcony, looking up at the moon—the same moon they had gazed at in their university days.
Aarav pinned Ishani against the wall, his hands gripping her hips possessively. "I can't get enough of you," he growled, grinding his hard length against her. "I need to be inside you, right now."
Ishani moaned, her head falling back against the wall. "Yes, Aarav. Please, I need you too." Her voice was filled with desperation, her body aching for his touch.
Aarav didn't need to be told twice. He ripped off her clothes, revealing her perfect breasts and slick folds. "Fuck, you're so wet for me already," he groaned, sliding a finger through her wetness.
Ishani whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand. "I'm always wet for you, Aarav. Always ready for you."
He smirked, removing his fingers and bringing them to his lips. "Mmm, delicious," he purred, sucking them clean. Ishani watched him with hooded eyes, biting her lip in anticipation.
Aarav wasted no time, freeing his throbbing cock from his pants. He rubbed the tip against her entrance, coating himself in her arousal. "Beg for it, Ishani. Beg me to fuck you hard and raw."
"Please, Aarav," she pleaded, her voice breathy. "I need your cock inside me. I need you to fill me up and make me yours."
He slammed into her with one hard thrust, stretching her walls deliciously. "Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, setting a punishing pace.
Ishani cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Harder, Aarav! Fuck me harder!" She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper.Aarav obliged, pounding into her relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mingling with their moans and cries of pleasure.
He bent his head, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. Ishani keened, arching her back to give him better access. Aarav switched to the other nipple, biting down gently.
"Ahh! Yes, just like that!" Ishani was lost in a haze of ecstasy, her body writhing beneath his.
Aarav could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening with each thrust. "I'm close, Ishani. I'm going to fill you up with my cum."
"Please, do it," she begged, her walls clenching around him. "I want to feel you come inside me."
With a few more powerful thrusts, Aarav buried himself deep and came with a roar. His hot seed spilled inside Ishani, coating her walls.
Ishani followed suit, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She screamed Aarav's name, her body convulsing with the force of her release.They stayed like that for a moment, bodies pressed together as they rode out their highs. Aarav pulled out, watching as his cum dripped out of Ishani's well-fucked hole.
"Fuck, that was intense," he panted, tucking himself back into his pants.Ishani giggled breathlessly, standing on wobbly legs. "Mmhmm, it was. But we're not done yet."
Aarav raised an eyebrow, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Oh really? What do you have in mind?"
Ishani sauntered over to him, trailing a finger down his chest. "I want you to fuck my ass. I want you to claim every inch of me."
Aarav growled low in his throat, his cock already hardening at the thought. "You're playing with fire, Ishani."
She smirked, turning around and bending over the bed. "I know. Now come and take what's yours."
Aarav wasted no time, grabbing a bottle of lube from the nightstand. He coated his fingers, slowly working them into Ishani's tight hole.Ishani moaned, pushing back against his fingers. "More, Aarav. Give me more."
He obliged, adding a third finger and scissoring them to stretch her. Once he deemed her ready, Aarav replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock.
Slowly, he pushed in, groaning at the tight heat enveloping him. "Fuck, you're so tight back here," he grunted, inch by inch disappearing inside her.Ishani whimpered, gripping the sheets tightly. "Don't hold back, Aarav. I can take it for you."
With those words, Aarav snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt. Ishani screamed in pleasure, her ass taking him perfectly.
He started to move, setting a brutal pace. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room once more, joined by their moans and grunts.
Aarav reached around, rubbing Ishani's clit in time with his thrusts. She came undone immediately, her orgasm crashing over her like a freight train.
"That's it, baby. Come for me," Aarav urged, continuing his assault on her ass. "I'm going to fill you up again."
Ishani could only moan in response, her body quivering with aftershocks. Aarav picked up the pace, his own release quickly approaching.
With a final thrust, he buried himself deep and came with a guttural moan. His hot seed filled Ishani's ass, making a mess of both of them.
They collapsed onto the bed, bodies spent and minds blank. Aarav pulled Ishani into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
"That was... intense," she panted, nuzzling into his chest.Aarav chuckled breathlessly, stroking her hair. "It was. But I'll never get enough of you."
Ishani smiled tiredly, closing her eyes. "I know the feeling. Now let's get some rest. We have a lot more to explore tomorrow."
And with that, they drifted off to sleep, exhausted but completely satisfied.
The world had changed. So had they.
Aarav Malhotra was now a name that commanded fear and respect in the legal world. He had taken his parents' legacy to a new level, not just as a top lawyer but as an advisor to the government in critical cases. There wasn't a single courtroom in the country where his presence didn't shake the opposition.
Ishani Malhotra—formerly Ishani Mehta—had walked a different path. Instead of settling for a conventional forensic career, she had followed in her mother's footsteps. She was now a RAW field forensic doctor, handling the deadliest cases with precision. She wasn't just a scientist anymore; she was a warrior in her own right.
They were both at the peak of their careers. And yet, despite the chaos, their love had only grown stronger.
It was midnight when Ishani landed at a private airbase outside Delhi, her boots hitting the ground with practiced ease. She had just returned from an undercover forensic investigation in Afghanistan, where she had helped track an international syndicate.
As she walked towards the waiting car, her phone rang.
Aarav.
A smirk touched her lips as she answered.
"Agar tujhe laga main safe nahi pohchungi toh tu mujhe abhi tak jaanta nahi hai."
("If you thought I wouldn't reach safely, then you still don't know me.")
On the other end, Aarav chuckled.
"Main sirf confirm kar raha tha ki mere saath shaadi ke baad bhi tu RAW ki best forensic officer hai ya nahi."
("I was just confirming whether you're still RAW's best forensic officer even after marriage.")
Ishani laughed, sliding into the car.
"Tu jaanta hai ki main hoon."
("You know I am.")
His voice dropped, softer now.
"Phir ghar kab aa rahi hai?"
("Then when are you coming home?")
Ishani sighed. Home. That word had a new meaning ever since she married Aarav. No matter where she went, the thought of returning to him was what kept her sane.
"Bas ek ghante mein," she said, leaning back into the seat.
("Just an hour.")
"Tez aana," Aarav murmured.
("Come fast.")
She smiled, knowing he meant every word.
At the Malhotra estate, Aarav stood in his massive study, surrounded by files and legal briefs. But his mind wasn't on work. Not today.
His father, Rohit Malhotra, entered, watching his son with a smirk.
"Aaj kaam pe dhyan nahi hai?"
("Not focused on work today?")
Aarav leaned back in his chair.
"Ishani aa rahi hai."
("Ishani is coming home.")
Rohit chuckled.
"Beta, abhi bhi wohi bechaini jo pehle thi?"
("Son, still the same restlessness as before?")
Aarav smirked.
"Hamesha rahegi."
("It will always be there.")
His father nodded.
"Aur tujhe pata hai, tujhe dekh ke lagta hai ki tu sirf hamara beta nahi hai. Tu is country ke sabse powerful logon mein se ek hai. Tere bina kuch bade decisions liye nahi ja sakte."
("And you know, seeing you, I realize you're not just our son. You're one of the most powerful people in this country. Nothing major happens without your input anymore.")
Aarav didn't reply, but he knew it was true. His legal expertise had become critical to national security cases. The government depended on him for cases that required discretion, intelligence, and sheer strategic brilliance.
But right now, he only wanted to focus on one thing—his wife coming home.
An hour later, Ishani stepped out of her car and entered their home, the familiarity of it wrapping around her like a warm embrace.
Aarav was already waiting in the dimly lit hallway. The moment she stepped inside, he closed the distance between them, pulling her into his arms.
She melted against him, inhaling his familiar scent.
"Main safe hoon," she whispered, knowing that was what he needed to hear first.
("I'm safe.")
Aarav exhaled against her hair.
"Tu jitni baar jaati hai, main utni hi baar paagal ho jata hoon."
("Every time you leave, I go crazy.")
She pulled back slightly, looking into his intense eyes.
"Aur jitni baar main lautti hoon, tu mujhe pehle se zyada chahta hai."
("And every time I return, you love me even more.")
A slow smirk formed on his lips.
"Pata chal raha hai?"
("Can you tell?")
She giggled.
"Haan."
("Yes.")
He cupped her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek before his lips descended onto hers—deep, slow, and filled with all the emotions he couldn't put into words.
No matter how much time passed, no matter how dangerous their lives got, this—this feeling of coming back to each other—never changed.
Flashback
Their marriage had been nothing short of legendary. The courtroom's rising star and RAW's secret weapon—no one saw it coming.
The wedding had been private yet grand, held at the Malhotra estate, with only their closest family and government officials in attendance.
Ishani had been a vision in a deep red lehenga, her mother's legacy reflected in her fierce eyes. Aarav had looked every bit the powerful man he had become, but that day, he had been just a man in love.
Their vows had been simple but powerful.
Aarav had held her hands and said,
"Chahe kitni bhi mushkilein aaye, main hamesha tere saath rahunga."
("No matter how many difficulties come, I will always be with you.")
Ishani had smiled and whispered back,
"Jahan tu, wahan main."
("Wherever you are, I am.")
That had been enough.
Today, years later, they weren't just a married couple—they were a force to be reckoned with.
Aarav's name was feared in the courtroom. Ishani's skills were unmatched in forensic intelligence. Together, they solved cases that the world didn't even know existed.
And yet, through all the chaos, through all the danger, they still found time for stolen kisses under the stars.
On nights like this, when the world was quiet, they would sit on their balcony, looking up at the moon—the same moon they had gazed at in their university days.
Aarav pinned Ishani against the wall, his hands gripping her hips possessively. "I can't get enough of you," he growled, grinding his hard length against her. "I need to be inside you, right now."
Ishani moaned, her head falling back against the wall. "Yes, Aarav. Please, I need you too." Her voice was filled with desperation, her body aching for his touch.
Aarav didn't need to be told twice. He ripped off her clothes, revealing her perfect breasts and slick folds. "Fuck, you're so wet for me already," he groaned, sliding a finger through her wetness.
Ishani whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand. "I'm always wet for you, Aarav. Always ready for you."
He smirked, removing his fingers and bringing them to his lips. "Mmm, delicious," he purred, sucking them clean. Ishani watched him with hooded eyes, biting her lip in anticipation.
Aarav wasted no time, freeing his throbbing cock from his pants. He rubbed the tip against her entrance, coating himself in her arousal. "Beg for it, Ishani. Beg me to fuck you hard and raw."
"Please, Aarav," she pleaded, her voice breathy. "I need your cock inside me. I need you to fill me up and make me yours."
He slammed into her with one hard thrust, stretching her walls deliciously. "Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, setting a punishing pace.
Ishani cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Harder, Aarav! Fuck me harder!" She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper.Aarav obliged, pounding into her relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mingling with their moans and cries of pleasure.
He bent his head, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. Ishani keened, arching her back to give him better access. Aarav switched to the other nipple, biting down gently.
"Ahh! Yes, just like that!" Ishani was lost in a haze of ecstasy, her body writhing beneath his.
Aarav could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening with each thrust. "I'm close, Ishani. I'm going to fill you up with my cum."
"Please, do it," she begged, her walls clenching around him. "I want to feel you come inside me."
With a few more powerful thrusts, Aarav buried himself deep and came with a roar. His hot seed spilled inside Ishani, coating her walls.
Ishani followed suit, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She screamed Aarav's name, her body convulsing with the force of her release.They stayed like that for a moment, bodies pressed together as they rode out their highs. Aarav pulled out, watching as his cum dripped out of Ishani's well-fucked hole.
"Fuck, that was intense," he panted, tucking himself back into his pants.Ishani giggled breathlessly, standing on wobbly legs. "Mmhmm, it was. But we're not done yet."
Aarav raised an eyebrow, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Oh really? What do you have in mind?"
Ishani sauntered over to him, trailing a finger down his chest. "I want you to fuck my ass. I want you to claim every inch of me."
Aarav growled low in his throat, his cock already hardening at the thought. "You're playing with fire, Ishani."
She smirked, turning around and bending over the bed. "I know. Now come and take what's yours."
Aarav wasted no time, grabbing a bottle of lube from the nightstand. He coated his fingers, slowly working them into Ishani's tight hole.Ishani moaned, pushing back against his fingers. "More, Aarav. Give me more."
He obliged, adding a third finger and scissoring them to stretch her. Once he deemed her ready, Aarav replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock.
Slowly, he pushed in, groaning at the tight heat enveloping him. "Fuck, you're so tight back here," he grunted, inch by inch disappearing inside her.Ishani whimpered, gripping the sheets tightly. "Don't hold back, Aarav. I can take it for you."
With those words, Aarav snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt. Ishani screamed in pleasure, her ass taking him perfectly.
He started to move, setting a brutal pace. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room once more, joined by their moans and grunts.
Aarav reached around, rubbing Ishani's clit in time with his thrusts. She came undone immediately, her orgasm crashing over her like a freight train.
"That's it, baby. Come for me," Aarav urged, continuing his assault on her ass. "I'm going to fill you up again."
Ishani could only moan in response, her body quivering with aftershocks. Aarav picked up the pace, his own release quickly approaching.
With a final thrust, he buried himself deep and came with a guttural moan. His hot seed filled Ishani's ass, making a mess of both of them.
They collapsed onto the bed, bodies spent and minds blank. Aarav pulled Ishani into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
"That was... intense," she panted, nuzzling into his chest.Aarav chuckled breathlessly, stroking her hair. "It was. But I'll never get enough of you."
Ishani smiled tiredly, closing her eyes. "I know the feeling. Now let's get some rest. We have a lot more to explore tomorrow."
And with that, they drifted off to sleep, exhausted but completely satisfied.
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