He was in trouble.

That was the first thought that crossed Abhimaan's mind as he has the slightest view of her cleavage. He could feel his body harden in immediate response as his gaze slowly travelled her curves, throat and her wet pink lips.

He gave her some fast open mouth kisses on her neck from behind. Her every breath was an effort to her now. She felt electricity rushes in her body.

Samaira's fingers tightened over the edge of the soft white bathrobe she was wearing. He stopped and put her wet hairs on the other side of the shoulder to get complete access to her long white neck.

"This view....is, even more, better than I expected."

She blushed then, a charming shade of link that spread across her cheeks. Her knees got weak due to his touches and his words at the same time. He dreamed about her.

This is the best feeling for her or for any wife to know that her husband wants her, desires her and finds her beautiful.

Abhimaan felt raging lust intensified. Damn it! He should just leave now before he lost control and did the unthinkable.

"Abhimaannn.." She moaned when she left him removing her robe a little down from her shoulder and she felt his tongue there. Her moan adds the fire in him, at that moment he just wanted to carry her to their bed and made sweet passionate love to her again and again.

Samaira had to admit that she was more than a little surprised at Abhimaan's reaction. This man always behaved to be in control but right now, she could feel the bulge in his pants. This thought made her scared and shiver.

He made her turn facing their fronts, so close both could hear their hearts racing and their hot breaths were fanning on their skins. He raised his free hand and brushed her cheek, his touch so light yet igniting fires within her.

Samaira bit the inside of her lips hard, breaking the delicate skin as she fought to stifle the moan threatening to escape.

He dropped the towel and t-shirt, as his arms encircled her waist and pulled her against him. Her hands brushed against his hardness and she gasped, keeping them over his nude chest. Abhimaan chuckled, pulling her even closer till there was barely some air distance left. She kept on looking down at his chest. She was too shy and nervous to look into his bold and confident eyes.

"I would more appropriate your lips there rather than your eyes..." He mumbled in her ear, touching it in between. Her eyes widened on his dirty talks, she looked at him in horror.

"You are very Shameless, Abhimaan..." She finally said on his face which always said in mind. He smirked at her bold comment.

"Only for you baby.." He said and stopped her next words taking her mouth in a searing kiss.

All the rational thoughts fled from Samaira's mind the minute Abhimaan's mouth touched hers. Unlike their most romantic kisses, this one was different, this one was of pure and utter lust, the bold thrust of his tongue in her mouth, seeking and taking, demanding a response from her. The hand encircling her waist crushed her to him till she could feel every single inch of his arousal pressed against her.

He cupped her cheek in between and groaned when they needed to take a breath. At first, she struggled, but when she saw his eyes, the love, the need and desire in them for her...she instantly felt weak.

He touched her lower lip with his thumb and pressed it a little making her moaned. He kissed her again this time softly, she kissed him back. He smirked at her learning pace. She arched her body against his, no longer able to deny the desire in her.

He broke the kiss after some time, looked at her red, flushed face. Her half wet hairs, her unmanaged clothes. He pecked her cheek and trailed some kisses all over her face. Her hold on his hair tighten automatically without her knowledge. He liked it.

He reached to the hollow of her neck and dropped her robe from the other of her shoulder also, which was stopped on her chest just hiding her breast. His palm was on her shoulder holding her, he dipped his face to kiss her collarbone. She arched back heavenly giving her the access he wants. He put his leg between hers. Then, he again captured her neck gave some hickey this time.

"Umm...." She whispered when she felt some pain but soon he licked that area to soothe her. He opened his eyes in the middle and spot her round sexy boobs, his finger arched to hold them and before he could think he touched them.

Her breath stopped when she felt his rough hand in her most sensitive place. He pressed them to feel them, making her scared and pleased.

"Maann.." She yelled suddenly in pleasure. She was scared also, it was the first time someone has touched her there. Not even Abhimaan yet. He shot open his eyes hearing his new name by her and claimed her lips hungrily.

She was making him crazy every second, he was getting crazy losing himself. He couldn't stop, he doesn't want to but back in his mind, he was afraid of her reaction also.

"It's me, don't afraid..." He mumbled rubbing his thumb over her soft boob, her heart got a little relaxed. Her heart has already belonged to him than why not her body. When she has accepted that will be only his right. Always.

When he felt her got relaxed he took it as a positive sign to proceed further. They are married and has accepted each other also. So, there is no harm in loving each other the way they want.

"What are you doing to me??" He said, her robe fell down more but their body was closed and touched to each other. He didn't look down, he just admiring her face. Her closed eyes, her shivering lips...her long breaths. She saw the pure emotions in his eyes.

Her nipples were making him wild, he knew he has lost. She was looking so damn tempting in his arms, giving him a good view of her secrets. He lowered his mouth to hers again, intending to kiss her senseless.

She moved against him, her thigh brushing against his erection and Abhimaan trained out loud. Her hands curl around his neck, stroking the nape of his neck. Taking that as encouragement, her moan changes swiftly to a gasp of pleasure and surprise when his warm mouth closed over one painfully erect nipple.

"Oh, God!!" She moaned, arching back, offering more to him. He obliged, taking more deeper in his mouth while his other hands squeezed at the other, then began to blaze a trail down over her flat stomach. He kissed little harsh on her soft place.

She could not understand what happens in her body. She could not take it anymore.

"Abhimaan!! Don't.....please" She gasped in shock, wriggle to stop him. But he was so lost in him, he could understand her discomfort today. And his next moment froze her to scare her to death, he opened the knot of her bathrobe still drowning in his lust.

This was it, she pushed him holding her only clothes to her death. He saw a glint of fear in her eyes when she mentioned "No..." To him.

"Please, leave Abhimaan..."She turned closing her eyes and adjusted her clothes. She breathed hard to get normal.

Then, it hits him hard. What was he was doing? He took it so far. His lust, love and pleasure fled when he watched her discomfort.

Damn!!!

He felt guilty and angry at himself. He took some steps back and left. She heard him going and flinched with the sound of closing the door with a thud. He was angry, she knew this.

Angry and disappointed in me.

Her eyes welled up with this thought of disappointing him. He always took care of her comfort, still, he also has some desires for his wife, he has full right on her but she was not ready at that moment or not now also. She admits to being lost in his love and touches but still, she is afraid to go further.

Now he will be angry with me. Obviously, he has all right to be.

She took out her nightwear after whipping her tears. She couldn't take this and walked out to search for him. She found him in his study standing in dark, leaning to his table. His knuckles were tightened over the edge on the table. He was angry.

Her heart got heavy and hurriedly moved to him and pressed her body to him. His tensed body stiff when he felt her cheeks over his back, her hand encircled from behind.

"I'm sorry.." Both said in unison. Abhimaan thought why she is saying sorry when he should apologise for his irrational behaviour.

"I'm sorry Abhimaan, please don't be angry with me.." She whispered, he felt her weak voice and senses she was going to crying anytime soon.

"Why are you saying sorry, It was my mistake to not sense your discomfort." He said turning to her, he holds her both palms in his. How could be I so lucky to get this girl?...this pure heart!!

"I can't tell you, how much guilty I'm right now. Please forgive me, I won't ever repeat this again...I will surely but not without your permission." He said to her. She shook her head to him.

"Don't be guilty, I liked it also...but I got scared suddenly.." She put her palm over her mouth immediately, his worried face turned relaxed, then his tease full smirk returns again.

"You just need to say once, And I'll be on your duty..darling.." He winked at her. She blushed and hides her face in his chest and he chuckles at her shyness.

"Samaira..." He called her.

"Hmm"

"You are not angry..Right!!!" He asked her again. He never wanted to cross his limits and lose himself but he did. He respects her choice more than anything.

"Never..." She replied. Here she was thinking that he was disappointed with her but he was angry with himself. He was worried for her. How can she forget that he cares about her choice more than anything? That moment she fell for this man more.

"Listen..." He said again, she hummed.

"I loved the name you gave me..." He laughed.

"Stop it, Abhimaan.." She smacked him lightly hiding her smile from him. He knows she must be dying in embarrassment.

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Their life, their small world has filled with love and happiness with their support and with togetherness. Her heart was dying to tell him how she is falling for him but every time she lost her confidence.

Bypassing time, their bond was getting strong. Both always craved for their company but because of their busy schedule always missed each other. But still, both managed to get some time for each other. He respects her studies the way she respects his work.

He never disturbs her between her work and always waited for her to finish her work and then cuddle her or gave numerous kisses. He never goes so far from his limits but in the meantime, her heart was getting ready for the next step of her marriage.

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, 2 months of blissful. Samaira sighed with the bell of their last class. She put her stuff into her bag and came out with Ritika.

"Let's go and get some lunch, I'm hungry," Ritika said and left for their nearby restaurant to eat something. Both settled on the table and placed their orders.

"Why this medical is so trying and difficult??" Ritika complains about the burden of their classes.

"That we will understand after 5 years, ..." Samaira chuckles at her. Ritika made an irritating face.

"Samaira, don't your husband got offences when you are busy all the time.." Ritika asked suddenly to her.

"Never, he is so supportive always," Samaira said proudly with a wide smile on her face. Ritika got silenced for some time. Samaira noticed that but shrugged off.

"Umm, Samaira, ... what're your thoughts about Sagar??" Ritika asked her, making her stopped her eating. Samaira got confused why she is asking about Sagar suddenly.

"Why??" Samaira asked. Ritika looked down for a brief second, she didn't want to mess things due to her hurry. She has not shared about her and Sagar's mysterious unnamed friendship with her.

"Nothing, I was not good with him in starting but the way he helped my dad without any grudges, that was very rare...." Ritika told her about that incident already. Samaira was so thankful to Sagar for helping her.

"Ohh, I found him a very genuine and good person and he is Abhimaan's friend and he trusts him most, So there is no more point for the discussion left..." She remembered Abhimaan clearly told her not to trust anyone around her when he left for his business trip, just Sagar. Ritika was listening to her quietly.

"And I enjoyed his company also....he is very fun-loving..." Samaira said remembering their last meeting. It has now his routine to come to their house every week to meet her and enjoy her food.

"Yeah...that he is. And he is very honest and also supportive." Ritika blurred out absent-mindedly thinking about their conversations. They have grown good friendship and something more in those 2 months of time.

Samaira looked at her, hearing her words. Ritika realized what she has just said and looked away not knowing what to say next. Before Samaira could say anything Ritika asked to leave. She nodded and both left after paying their bill.

They came out and Samaira called her driver to pick her. She was going when she saw a known person getting down from his car. She got shocked and surprised When Sagar came towards them. Sagar smiled at Ritika but when he found Samaira with her, he got shocked little but composed himself.

"Sagar, what are you doing here?? Samaira asked him with surprise.

" I...Don't...I came to pick you, I thought to meet you so. " Sagar said whatever came in his mind looking at Ritika who was glaring at him. Sagar gulped seeing her angry. She clearly mentioned to not to come to pick her. She doesn't like these things.

"Are you sure?? Because I have my car and you know that.." Samaira replied. She was getting what's going on here with the look on their face.

"Ohh.. Yeah..." Sagar said scratching the back of his neck.

"Well, You can drop Ritika if you want. She was already taking interest in you." Samaira said controlling her laugh. Ritika looked at her with horror. Sagar got confused and then smiled a little.

"Samaira, what are you..." Ritika said but Samaira whispered in her ears.

"I approve him, and enjoy my friend." She said and left giving Sagar a warm smile. She was happy and excited with the thought of 2 amazing persons coming together. She took her mobile to call Abhimaan, she couldn't hold her excitement to tell him about this new found information.

"So, you have an interest in me." Sagar said coming closer to her. Ritika glares at him.

"Don't....don't even say a word, You duffer," Ritika yelled at him and walked out. Sagar runs behind her afraid of her all-time famous anger. But he enjoyed it also. Her anger issues were something different.

"I came to pick you, and you are getting angry with me. At least appreciate my efforts." Sagar said when he made her sit on the passenger seat and he got settled on the driver's seat also.

"Did I ask you to come?? I told you this before also, I don't like..." Ritika said but he cut her in the middle.

"I know you don't like me doing anything for you, but you will be busy the whole day and i don't want to disturb you, So this is the only time when you are free..." He informed her of his intentions.

Ritika heard him and appreciate his gesture in mind. He so thoughtful and concerned about her work also. Not like a typical arrogant man who only gives importance to their work ignoring others. She smiled looking outside, he too smiled talking to her.