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The room was calm and silent, the quiet broken only by Samar’s sweet whispers against her ears.

Piyali sat curled on his lap, clinging to him as if he were the only thing grounding her.

Every little touch seemed to overwhelm her in a good way tonight. She trembled lightly, small whimpers escaping her lips even as she pressed closer to him.

Samar noticed it immediately.

She was far too sensitive… far too overwhelmed So he stopped.

Even though she still leaned into him, silently asking for more, Samar knew continuing right now wouldn’t be good for her. Her mind needed to settle first.

Right now she was nothing but a bundle of emotions in his arms.

His hand moved slowly across her bare back, soothing rather than teasing. She was only in her petticoat and bra, her warm and exposed skin pressed against his chest as she glued herself to him.

Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck while he leaned back against the pillow on the headboard, holding her securely against his lap.

He placed soft, lingering kisses on her shoulder… then along her cheek.

Gradually, her breathing started slowing.

Samar brushed his fingers gently through her messy hair.

“Kya ho gaya mere bacche ko?” he murmured softly.

(What happened to my baby?)

“Aaj kuch nahi karenge… hmm? Shaant ho jao.”

(We won't do anything today hmm? Calm down.)

His voice was warm and patient.

But Piyali immediately shook her head against his shoulder.

A soft whine left her lips in protest, her fingers tightening around his neck as if refusing his decision.

“Piu…” Samar chuckled quietly, though his hand kept stroking her hair.

“Zid nahi karo...tumhara sharir kap raha hain”

(Don't be stubborn...your body is shaking.)

She only buried her face deeper into his neck, clearly not agreeing with him at all.

For her, being in his arms like this only made her want him closer.

But Samar simply held her tighter, continuing to calm her, letting her emotions settle little by little.

Tonight, more than anything else, she needed to feel safe.

And that was exactly what he was giving her.

Slowly she pulled away just enough to look at him from the side, her cheek still brushing against his. Soft sniffles escaped her as she lifted her eyes.

Samar’s gaze met hers.

Calm. Patient.

Her tear-filled eyes searched his face for a moment, almost as if confirming it again. The reassurance in his expression made something inside her chest tighten.

His touches were still lingering on her skin… warm, gentle.

But tonight they felt different.

Familiar, yet somehow more intense.

While he had been kissing her earlier, moving slowly over her skin, she had kept looking at him. And Samar had looked like he was in a completely different world, focused only on her.

The voices come from her mouth to the shivers of her skin.

As if the only thing in his mind was how to please her… how to treat her like something precious.

His goddess.

The thought alone made her heart race again.

It was too much.His love. His touches.His lips.

Oh God…

And he hadn’t even done the main thing yet.

“Kya soch rahi ho?” he asked softly.

(What are you thinking?)

His hands came up to cup her face, thumbs gently brushing away the strands of hair sticking to her damp cheeks.

He leaned forward and pressed a small kiss on her chin… then another just below her lips.

She only stared at him, eyes wide and thoughtful.

“Hm?” he murmured again, voice even softer this time.

He was trying to understand what was going on in her mind. Women could become very sensitive in moments like these.

Piyali slowly shook her head. She wanted him to keep going. To not care what she thinks but her body wasn't supporting her thoughts.

How could she explain that to him? Especially when he was trying to be so patient.

Her eyes dropped and her fingers began playing with the gold chain around his neck.

For a while, she stayed quiet, absent-mindedly twisting the chain between her fingers.

Then finally, in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible, she whispered

“Aap… nahi karenge?”

(You..won't do it?)

It was so faint Samar might have missed it if he hadn’t leaned slightly closer.

Hearing her words, he pulled her gently against his face, one hand cupping her cheek while the other settled around her waist.

“Kya nahi karunga?” he asked, his lips brushing lightly against the bridge of her nose as he spoke.

(What will I not do?)

She hesitated… then mumbled quietly

“Wohi… jo pati patni karte hain.”

(You know… what a husband and wife do.)

Samar’s lips twitched slightly.

“Aur wo kya karte hain?” he murmured back in the same hushed tone.

(And what do they do?)

Piyali let out a small whine, lightly hitting his chest before hiding her face against him.

“Nahi karoo…”

(Don't...)

Her voice came out muffled, stubborn and shy all at once.

Samar chuckled under his breath, his hand immediately coming up to stroke her hair again.

“Kyu…” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

“Pehle batao toh… tum itna dar kyun rahi ho?”

(Why? First tell me what are you so scared for?)

Her words were different and they way her body reacted differently to samar.

He simply kept holding her close, waiting for her to speak when she was ready.

She pulled away slowly, climbing down from him.

Her petticoat, which had ridden up earlier, slipped back down her legs. She barely cared anymore. He had already seen it.

Her knees moved softly across the bed as she shifted, their eyes still locked.

Hers were nervous, hesitant… yet determined.

His simply watched her, attentive and quiet. One elbow rested against the pillow as he patiently waited to see what she would do next.

She slowly lay down on the bed, adjusting herself on the mattress.

After settling, she gave a small nod to herself.

Samar’s eyebrows lifted in silent question.

“Aasho na…” she whispered.

( Aao na..)

(Come here.)

He exhaled deeply before moving, understanding what she meant.

He had been trying to go easy on her, trying to show restraint. But she seemed to be the last person who cared about that now.

Slowly he leaned over her, hovering carefully so his weight wouldn’t press down on her. His arms supported him on either side of her.

Once he was closer, she hesitated again.

She wanted him to continue… without her having to say it.

“Bolo” he said quietly.

(Say.)

He wanted her to say it aloud just once so neither of them would regret anything later.

She bites her lips instead.

Her fingers lightly scratched his collarbone in response.

His hand immediately caught her wrist, pinning it gently against the bed as he watched the way her breath hitched.

“Nahi bologi toh nahi karunga,” he said, his voice a little firmer now.

(If you don’t say it, then I won’t do it.)

Her lips pressed together in a stubborn pout.

For a moment she simply looked at him, her chest rising and falling a little faster under his gaze. His hand still held her wrist against the mattress, not hurting, just firm enough to stop her restless fingers.

“Ruka hoon.” he murmured.

(I am waiting.)

But she only turned her face slightly to the side, still refusing to say it.

A small, almost amused breath left him.

“Piyali…”

The way he said her name was quieter now, softer.

Her eyes flickered back to him.

There was no impatience on his face. Only patience… and something deeper that made her stomach twist nervously.

His thumb slowly loosened around her wrist, though he didn’t move away.

“Kabhi aur karenge” he said calmly.

(We’ll do it some other time.)

That seemed to break whatever stubbornness she had been holding on to.

Her brows drew together, and she finally looked up at him properly again.

“Bahut pareshan karte hain aap” she muttered under her breath.

(You trouble me too much.)

A faint smile touched the corner of his mouth.

“Main?” he asked quietly.

(Me?)

She hesitated again.

Then slowly, very slowly, her free hand lifted and caught the muscle of his arms.

Her fingers curled into it as she tugged him a little closer.

Her voice dropped almost into a whisper.

“Ab… rukiyega nahi.”

(Now… don’t stop.)

For a second Samar simply looked at her, making sure she meant it.

The nervous determination in her eyes hadn’t disappeared.

If anything, it had only grown stronger.

He leaned down, his forehead resting briefly against hers as if giving her one last moment to pull away if she wished.

But she didn’t.

Instead her fingers tightened around him.

And that was the answer.

The room fell quiet except for their uneven breaths as he finally closed the distance between them.

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The room carried a faint scent of sweat, mixed with quiet groans and broken whimpers.

“Aahh… ajeeb lag raha hai…” Piyali whispered softly, pressing her palm weakly against Samar’s chest.

(Aahh..it feels weird..)

Her palm pressed against Samar’s chest as her eyes nervously drifted downward, noticing how his gaze had been fixed there.

“Thodi der ruko…” he murmured hoarsely, trying to calm both himself and her.

(Be patient..)

He couldn’t lose control.

Not when she was lying beneath him with tears in her eyes yet so much trust in them And those faint whispers of pleasure… he could hear them too.

Her body had already been prepared by him earlier, so the pain wasn’t unbearable. Still, it felt too tight for him to go restless yet.

He had to control himself.

And control her too. That was the hardest part.

Piyali shifted restlessly beneath him, her fingers clutching at his chest, her nails pressing into his skin as unfamiliar sensations rushed through her body. Trying to hold onto something that keeps her calm.

He caught her wrists gently and brought them against his neck, leaning forward, pressing his weight over her gently, burying his face in the curve of her neck and hair.

Trying to calm her.

But Piyali kept bucking her hips unconsciously.

His grip tightened around her waist, holding her steady.

“Ummmm…!” she whimpered.

“Shhh… kar raha hoon… shaant…” he murmured patiently.

(Shhh...i will do it...calm down..)

“Abhi dhyan na diya toh baad mein takleef hogi tumko.”

(If we’re not careful now, it will hurt you later.)

His fingers brushed the loose strands of hair away from her damp face.

“Nahi hogi,” she muttered stubbornly.

The girl had already scratched his back enough to leave thin lines of blood.

The sweat between them didn’t help either.

He could bear it all happily but he sometimes had to work in the field shirtless. The marks will come with a lot of explanations to do.

He groaned in frustration, his patience thinning.

“Phir mujhe kaha toh soch lena” he warned.

(Don’t even think about whining later.)

She bit her lip, barely hiding a giggle.

Watching him groan so close to her ear amused her more than it should have.

Suddenly she pulled his face away from her neck and closer to her own.

Her lips brushed against his.

Her fingers slid into his hair as she pressed his face against her cheek, hugging him tightly.

Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

And whatever patience Samar had left shattered into pieces.

“Piyali…” he warned softly.

But the slight curve of her lips betrayed her.

Before he could say anything else, her hand slid into his hair and pulled him closer, her lips brushing as she bites his lower lips hard.

The sudden boldness made the last thread of Samar’s restraint snap.

He exhaled sharply against her skin, his arms tightening around her as he buried his face near her neck, trying to gather whatever patience he had left.

But Piyali only clung to him more, her legs tightening around him as she pulled him closer without hesitation.

That was enough.

The careful control he had been holding onto finally slipped.

He pulled her fully into his arms, his movements no longer as measured as before, his breath rough as he pressed his forehead against hers.

His hips moving in a restless rhythm.

Piyali’s soft screams filled the room, her fingers clutching at him helplessly as the old wooden bed creaked beneath them.

Adrenaline rushed through his veins as he held her firmly against the mattress.

“Ohh…” he breathed in pleasure.

Turning her face towards him, he captured her lips again, this time with far less restraint.

Piyali soon became a trembling mess beneath him, soft whimpers escaping her as his kisses grew deeper, leaving her lips red and swollen.

His movements grew stronger, more desperate.

His lips trailed down to her collarbone, teeth grazing the skin of her chest and nipples as he pulled the skin between his teeth.

Her screams echo in the whole room. 

The words he whispered against her skin were gentle… But his actions carried a far more intense urgency.

The old wooden bed creaked loudly beside them, almost as if it might give way.

"Bass..hato.." her words barely reached his ears as he felt her struggling to push him away by her hands. 

(Stop..go..)

After a few deep movements, Samar finally collapsed forward on her body with a heavy breath.

Piyali had already reached her peak two or three times before him.

Just then

A loud cracking sound came from the side of the bed.

Both of them froze and looked toward the noise.

One side of the bed had split slightly. Had to be repaired but enough to spend the night in peace.

Samar, still catching his breath, let out a low chuckle.

A boyish smile on his face.

His pride was clearly satisfied.

“Hatooo naaa." Piyali whined softly, pushing at his lower abdomen.

(Moveee....)

He slowly pulled back.

Then leaned down again, rubbing his nose gently against hers.

Her dizzy smile returned instantly.

But the smile quickly broke into a surprised gasp…

when she suddenly felt him move again.

The broken sound of the wooden bed lingered in the quiet room.

For a moment neither of them moved.

Samar was still leaning over her, his breath uneven, strands of wet hair falling over his forehead.

Piyali looked up at him with wide, slightly dazed eyes.

“Tut gayi..” she muttered weakly, her voice still breathless.

(It broke..)

Samar blinked once. Then a slow smile spread across his face.

“Koi nahi..” he said calmly.

(No worries..)

Piyali narrowed her eyes at him. Clearly in denial about something she was begging for hours ago. 

She pushed lightly at his shoulder again, though her strength had clearly left her.

“hatiye.”

(Move.)

The stickyness between her thighs make her feel more shy.

Instead of moving away immediately, Samar leaned down, rubbing his lips softly against hers.

The gesture caught her off guard.

Her irritation melted into a shy smile before she quickly looked away.

“Sharam nahi aati aapko” she mumbled.

(Don't you have any shame.)

“aacha madam ji?” he replied quietly.

(Oh really madam?)

He shifted slightly and finally eased his weight away from her, careful not to jolt the already complaining bed.

Piyali immediately pulled the sheet closer around herself, curling slightly to one side.

Her cheeks were flushed deep pink.

Samar noticed.

For a moment he simply sat there on his knees above her, running a hand through his damp hair as he tried to steady his breathing.

Then he glanced back at her.

She was staring at the ceiling now, clearly pretending to be very interested in it.

A faint smile tugged at his lips again.

He reached out and gently brushed a loose strand of hair away from her forehead.

“Dard ho raha hai?” he asked quietly.

(Do you feel any pain?)

Piyali hesitated.

Then she shook her head slowly.

“Thoda ajeeb sa bas…” she admitted.

Samar nodded as if he had expected that answer.

Without another word he adjusted the pillow under her head and pulled the blanket more properly over her shoulders.

The simple act made her eyes flicker toward him again.

She looked at his eyes for a second longer than necessary Before looking away.

Silence settled again, softer this time.

Then suddenly

“Toh...” Samar said casually.

(So..)

Piyali turned her head toward him suspiciously.

“Main jau...”

His eyes glinted faintly.

Piyali realized she had unconsciously grabbed his wrist.

Her eyes widened.

Immediately she let go.

“jaiye-”

(Go-)

Samar chuckled under his breath as he left to clean himself up and change into new pants and brought some necessities to clean her body

The room had finally gone quiet.

Piyali’s breathing slowly softened as exhaustion claimed her. The tension that had been holding her body tight gradually melted away, her fingers loosening their weak hold on the bedsheet.

Her lashes rested heavily against her cheeks, lips slightly parted as sleep pulled her under. The earlier stubbornness and nervous determination had disappeared, leaving behind only a fragile calm.

“Piyali…” he murmured softly.

No response.

She had already drifted too deep.

A small breath escaped.

Carefully, he shifted away so the broken side of the bed wouldn’t creak again.

He pulled the crumpled sheet from her body.

Piyali stirred a little, her brows knitting for a second as if the movement disturbed her sleep.

“Shhh…"  he whispered instinctively.

His hand brushed lightly over her hair, smoothing the strands away from her face until she settled again.

For a moment he simply sat there, looking at her.

Her cheeks were still flushed, and faint marks from her earlier biting and kisses before looking at himself, and his body to find long nail scratches.

“Subah uthke mujhe pagal kar degi” he murmured under his breath.

(She’ll drive me crazy when she wakes up in the morning.)

But the fondness in his voice betrayed him.

He brought a small mug of water and since couldn't find a clean piece of cloth. He took his unused clean handkerchief.

Sitting beside her again, he gently cleaned the wetness between her legs then simply wiped away the sweat on her forehead and neck from a towel.

Piyali shifted faintly at the cool touch.

Her hand instinctively searched for him in her sleep.

Samar caught it before it could wander too far, holding it lightly on his own.

Putting her in one of his kurta.

Once he was sure she was comfortable, he adjusted the pillow under her head again and pulled the blanket higher around her shoulders.

The room was cooler now.

Samar leaned back against the headboard, letting out a long breath.

His gaze drifted back to her sleeping form.

For someone who had been so stubborn a while ago, she now looked impossibly small and peacefully curled beside him.

A faint smile touched his lips.

Carefully, he shifted closer and pulled her slightly toward him so her head rested against his chest.

Kissing her forehead.

She moved closer without hesitation, already slamming her leg around his waist. A few satisfied whimpers left her mouth making him smile at her adorable acts.

He throws his head back against the headboard, a sign left his lips as he thinks

Oh how lucky he was to have her.

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