The bedroom lights were dim, the kind that made everything look softer and warmer.

Kaushiki and Nirvaan lay tangled together on the bed, a fluffy blanket thrown lazily over their legs.

The TV played music videos at low volume, the screen glowing gently in the dark.

Kaushiki rested fully against him, her cheek pressed to his chest while he held her with one arm wrapped tight around her waist.

The other hand?

Busy playing with her hair.

He kept twirling strands, brushing his fingers through them and occasionally teasing the ends just so he could see her scrunch her nose.

Between them sat a single tub of ice cream and one spoon.

She took a bite, hummed softly, then lifted the spoon to his lips.

He leaned forward, ate it straight from her hand, and kissed her fingers before pulling back.

“Stop doing that,” she muttered, face heating up.

“What?” he asked innocently, then kissed the side of her neck for no reason at all.

Her whole body shivered.

“You’re doing it on purpose,” she mumbled.

“Of course,” he said, voice low as he kissed her cheek next. “You taste better than the ice cream.”

She covered her face with one hand.

“Idiot.”

He chuckled and tightened his hold on her waist, letting her settle more comfortably against him. Her body relaxed, melting into him like he was the one place she finally allowed herself to be soft.

The next song started playing on TV — Teri Fariyaad.

“🎶Ab koi aas na

Umeed bachi ho jaise

Teri fariyad magar

Mujhme dabi ho jaise

Jaagte jaagte ik umrr

Kati ho jaise🎶”

Kaushiki’s eyes lit up immediately.

“Ohhhh I love this one,” she sighed, sitting up a bit to watch the screen properly. “Look at the visuals… and the lyrics… everything is so pretty in this version.”

Nirvaan’s fingers never stopped moving through her hair.

“I like the older version more,” he murmured, pressing a kiss on the crown of her head. “Used to listen to it a lot when I was a teenager.”

She turned sharply, surprised.

“You did?”

He nodded.

“I used to play it on loop while studying. Irritated everyone in the house.”

A small laugh escaped her.

“I love the old one too… but this one hits differently. Maybe because Rekha Bharadwaj’s voice just—” she placed a hand dramatically on her heart “—cuts right here.”

He smiled softly at her expression.

“Her voice is nice,” he agreed. “Painful in a beautiful way.”

Kaushiki brightened even more.

“Exactly!

“Have you heard Phir Le Aaya Dil?” he asked.

“Of course I have,” she said without hesitation.

“I love that one.” he added.

Her eyes widened again.

“You do?!”

He nodded, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“That’s one of the songs I never skip. Ever.”

Kaushiki laughed in delight and immediately began rambling—

“See? That song is just… ugh, gorgeous. And her voice carries this softness and pain—”

He watched her talk, completely mesmerised.

Her hands moved as she spoke, her eyes sparkling with that childlike excitement she rarely let anyone see.

And he just kept brushing her hair, pressing a random kiss on her head every now and then, listening like she was the only voice in the world.

She leaned back on his chest again, her heartbeat calm and steady against him.

He kissed her forehead gently.

“I like listening to you more than any song,” he whispered.

“Nirvaan…”

“Yes?”

“Shut up,” she whispered and buried her face in his chest again.

He laughed softly and wrapped both arms around her.

“🎶Kaise bichhdo ke

Woh mujhme hi kahin rehta hai

Us se jab bachke guzarta hoon

Toh ye lagta hai

Woh nazar chup ke

Mujhe dekh rahi ho jaise🎶”

Nirvaan had gone quiet for a minute, fingers rhythmically stroking her hair in a lazy pattern.

Then that familiar mischief crept into his eyes.

“I was just thinking… after the pregnancy is over and our deal ends…” his fingers slid from her hair to her jaw, lifting her chin slightly. “You’ll part ways with me. Will you not miss me at all?”

Her heart stopped.

The cheerful warmth between them instantly shifted.

Her smile faded.

She swallowed.

But she said nothing.

She just stared at the TV with a blank expression as if the thought itself had sucked the air out of her chest.

Nirvaan watched her reaction carefully.

His smirk softened for a second.

“And then you’ll get married to someone else, right?” he asked casually.

Her lashes fluttered.

“...Yes.”

He froze.

His arms tightened around her waist.

His expression dropped.

The jealousy practically radiated off him like heat.

“You will?” he repeated sharply.

“What else will I do? Sit alone forever?” she said honestly.

“But… you’ll marry someone else?” he pushed again, leaning forward like he was interrogating her.

“Yes.”

“And… you’ll sleep next to him every night?” His voice was already strained, like he wanted to punch a wall.

She nodded slowly.

“That’s what married people do.”

He inhaled sharply.

“And you’ll cook for him?”

His brow twitched.

“Yes.”

“And pack his tiffin?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ll… you’ll look at him the way you look at me sometimes?”

His voice cracked at the end, almost like betrayal.

She raised a brow.

“What look?”

“That look,” he pointed at her face. “The one where your eyes get big and you pretend you’re not staring at my lips.”

Kaushiki choked.

“I DO NOT—”

“You do.”

He sulked. “You do it all the time.”

She shoved him lightly.

“Shut up. And yes, obviously I’ll look at my future husband.”

He sat up so fast she bounced slightly on his lap.

“YOU WILL?!”

His eyes were literally burning holes into her.

She calmly nodded.

“And you’ll laugh at his jokes?” he asked like this was the ultimate betrayal.

“If they’re funny.”

“FUNNY?!”

His voice rose an octave. “KAUSHIKI, you don’t even laugh at half of mine!”

“Because your jokes are bad.”

He stared at her, offended.

She hid a smile and continued casually, “But maybe my future husband will be funnier—”

He grabbed her waist as if she were trying to run away.

“No. Enough.”

He pulled her closer, jaw clenched. “Your future husband will NOT be funnier. Or prettier. Or richer. Or anything-er.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Prettier?”

His cheeks tinted slightly.

“Shut up. You know what I meant.”

She laughed softly and brushed his hair back, watching his jealousy melt into embarrassment and then straight back into jealousy again.

Then he cupped her cheek, leaning so close their noses almost touched.

“You’re not marrying anyone else.”

She blinked.

“What?”

He looked dead serious now, voice low and possessive.

“You heard me.”

She laughed lightly, trying to shrug it off.

“You don’t get to decide that.”

“I do,” he insisted. “I will not tolerate you calling someone else your husband. Or feeding him. Or smiling at him. Or breathing near him.”

“Breathing? Really?”

“Yes,” he said stubbornly. “Breathing.”

She rolled her eyes.

Kaushiki was about to speak when he suddenly reached out.

His fingers slid into her hair gently, as he took one soft curl and lifted it closer… closer… until it brushed against his lips.

He kissed the strand.

Slow.

Lingering.

Like it was something sacred.

“You are mine,” he whispered against her hair.

“Only mine.”

Her heart clenched painfully.

God.

How many times had she imagined this tone, these words and this closeness…

How many times had she daydreamt of him looking at her with this intensity?

But not like this.

Not when she was nothing but a contract.

Not when he belonged to someone else.

Her eyes burned.

She stepped back and gently pulled her hair out of his hand.

“If you can marry someone else,” she whispered, voice trembling,

“then why can’t I?”

Before she could slide off the bed, he grabbed her wrist firmly, the soft “Kaushiki” escaping him like a warning.

She tried to pull away.

He didn’t let her.

In one swift motion he tugged her back, and she fell onto the mattress with a soft gasp.

He leaned over her, caging her between his arms.

“Nirvaan—”

He didn’t let her finish.

He pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Then another.

Then lower, trailing them across her jaw, her temple, the corner of her mouth.

Warm, hurried and claiming kisses that made her breath stumble.

“You can’t leave me,” he murmured between kisses on her neck.

“You can’t walk away.”

She pushed weakly at his shoulders, but he caught her hands and pressed them gently to the bed beside her head, still kissing the soft skin just beneath her ear.

His lips brushed down the side of her neck again, and she shivered as he kissed the delicate curve of her collarbone.

“You belong here,” he said, forehead resting against hers.

“With me.”

“Nirvaan…” her voice cracked, “this isn’t fair.”

He lifted her chin with trembling fingers, eyes burning with something raw.

“It’s not fair,” he agreed quietly, “but it’s the truth.”

He kissed her forehead, then each eyelid, then the corner of her mouth again.

“You can’t leave me, Kaushiki,” he said again, voice deeper now.

Her chest tightened.

The soft kisses quickly escalated into a passionate makeout session. His lips met hers with a collision of heat and hunger, as their mouths opened, tongues touching and dancing in a frenzied rhythm.

The world around them faded, leaving only the two of them.

His hands roamed her body, tracing the curves and dips. She mirrored his movements, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, a silent plea for more.

Clothes were discarded as they moved together. His vest and shirt was tossed aside, revealing the hard planes of his chest. Her hands explored, tracing the lines of his muscles.

Her blouse followed, buttons popping in their haste, a race against time and desire. Her bra, a flimsy barrier, was quickly discarded, her breasts spilling free, a feast for his eyes and hands. He leaned in, his mouth capturing a nipple, his tongue swirling.

His pants were next, a barrier to be removed. They pooled at his ankles, a forgotten obstacle, as he kicked them aside.

Her skirt was pushed up. It pooled at her waist. Her panties, a final barrier, were quickly discarded, leaving her bare and exposed.



The squelching sound of his twitching penis thrusted deep inside her vagina filled the room, each movement accentuated by the wet, sucking noise that made her gasp.

Her chest heaved with each heavy breath, "Haa! Haa!" Her hair was a wild mess, sprawled across the bed, with a few locks clinging to her flushed face. Her eyes were furrowed in concentration, and her full, sweaty breasts rose and fell with each panting breath.

"Stop teasing me and do it properly!" she complained.

He leaned in, his sweaty, muscular chest and defined abs glistening under the dim light.

His cheeks were flushed, and his hair fell over his temple as he looked down at her with a fierce intensity. "With this much need in your body for me, how do you even think of another man?"

He pushed his dick deeper, leaning over her and pinning her thigh with his strong hand over her abdomen. His face was inches from hers, his eyes narrowed with pleasure and concentration.

Her eyes were closed, and her mouth opened in a silent moan, while he let out a deep and primal groan.

As he thrust in and out of her roughly, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room.

"Shut up! I will marry another man! You cannot stop me! Just like you married her... I will marry someone else," she gasped out.

His expression darkened, a mix of annoyance and possessiveness flashing across his face. "You think you can just walk away from this?" he demanded. "You're mine, and you always will be."

He pulled himself up, his body tensing as he started pounding into her with a ferocious intensity.

Each thrust was faster, rougher, and deeper than the last. "You are doing this on purpose? Aren't you? To piss me off!" he rumbled.

She moaned loudly. "AHHH! You just put your whole thing inside, it touched... Touched my ovary!" she screamed, her eyes wide with shock and ecstasy.

"Your fault for making me pissed off, talking nonsense... Getting married to someone else... Hah! If I hear something like this from you again, it will not be good," he warned.

Thrust.

Thrust.

"But you are married! So why can't I?!" she demanded.

"Because it's done, there's no point crying over something which has already been done," he replied.

She clenched her eyes shut, biting her lip hard against the overwhelming pressure and pleasure that threatened to consume her.

Her mind raced as she thought about what he wanted from her. To be his mistress for the rest of her life? A whore for his pleasure?

“No, I don't care about anything! I... I will marry!” she declared.

He pulled back, his muscular and pale body was glistening with sweat, as he brushed his hair off his face with a sly smirk. "If you insist so much, then I'll let you marry," he said, his voice laced with a dangerous calm.

"But you're too naive. You'll get fooled by assholes. So, you have to show the guy to me. I'll approve, and then you can marry. I need to see if he's worthy to be with you or not."

Her eyes widened in shock, a mix of anger and confusion flashing across her face. What? She thought, her mind racing.

What made her think that he would actually stop her from marrying someone else? After all, she was just a bed warmer to him, someone he could discard at any moment. She shouldn't have had her hopes high, but the sting of his words cut deep, reminding her of her place in his life.

He flipped her over roughly, her breasts pressing against the mattress as his strong hand gripped her hips, holding her in place.

He slammed into her from behind, each thrust deep and relentless. "Who am I going to fuck if you leave me?" he growled.

"I'm not exactly planning to let you go after you give birth to the baby... But if you get married too, it would be pretty unethical," he added.

Her moans filled the air, loud and uninhibited, as she struggled to find her voice amidst the waves of pleasure.

He switched positions suddenly, falling back onto the bed and pulling her onto him, her back pressed tightly against his chest.

His arms wrapped around her, just beneath her breasts, as he continued to thrust into her. With each movement, her breasts jumped and bounced over his arms.

"If you can fuck me while being married, then why can't I?" she yelled out, like a  challenge. "It's unethical only for me? I'll fuck you too, behind my husband's back," she added.

He was shocked by her statement, his penis twitching inside her. She could feel it, making her scoff.

"From when did you get so bold?" he asked.

"Since I became a trash like you,"

He suddenly switched positions, pushing her into a doggy style stance, his penis slick and coated in her juices.

Her vagina was running with a mix of cum and pre-cum. She moaned and begged, "Slow down...!" As she could feel her climax.

He only leaned in, dragging his tongue up her back, tasting the sweat and salt of her skin. "I can't, I'm too close." He sucked on her neck next, pulling her skin up between his teeth, marking her as his. "Wait a little bit," he commanded.

He groaned, a deep, masculine sound that made her shiver with anticipation and fear.

He sat up straight, pulling her with him, his arms wrapping around her waist, holding her tightly against him. "I took your virginity," he growled, "I took your first kiss. Just to let you go to any other man? I made you a pervert, just like me, so that I can send you off to someone else?"

He started jiggling her breasts, his hands rough and demanding, making her feel a mix of awkwardness and intense arousal. "Only I know how sensitive your breasts are," his voice a low. "Only I know how much you get turned on when I play with them." His hands moulded her breasts, squeezing and kneading as he continued to thrust in and out of her.

"Do you think any other man could ever satisfy you like I do?" he challenged.

He grabbed her jaw, forcing her to turn her face sideways, and then claimed her mouth with his own. Their tongues tangled in a heated and wet dance with saliva exchanging as they lost themselves in the kiss.

There eyes were closed, they were completely consumed by the moment, their breaths mingling, their bodies moving in sync. The room filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet, slapping noise of their bodies colliding.

As they reached the peak of their pleasure, they both climaxed, their orgasms hitting them like a tidal wave

.

He cummed deep inside her, his seeds filling her womb. She released everything, her body shaking wildly with the force of her pleasure, her inner muscles clamping down on him, milking him for every last drop.

They stayed locked in their passionate embrace, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their shared climax, their breaths slowly returning to normal as they rode out the waves of pleasure.