Kritika stared out of the large window of their hotel room, her eyes fixed on the misty hills of Coorg. The place was beautiful, almost like a postcard, but her mind was somewhere else. She thought about how quickly everything had changed. Just a month ago, she was living her usual life, and now, she was married. Married to Nish, a guy she barely knew, thanks to an arranged marriage that had happened so fast it felt like a dream. Or maybe a whirlwind.
She took a deep breath. The cool air coming in through the slightly open window did nothing to calm her nerves. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind her. She turned around, and there he was—Nish, her husband. He looked at her with those calm, reassuring eyes. The kind of look that said, "I’m here, it’s okay."
Without a word, he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. She wasn’t used to this yet, this closeness, this new life. His touch was warm, comforting even, but still, her heart raced a little faster than usual. Maybe it was the uncertainty, the newness of it all. They hadn’t been close yet, not like that. It was all still a little awkward, but there was also a certain excitement in the air, something unspoken that they both felt.
“Kritika,” he whispered softly, his voice almost blending with the sound of the rain outside. “We’re in this together. You and me.”
She didn’t know how to respond, so she just nodded, leaning back into his chest. They stood like that for a moment, just holding each other, and she felt a small part of her anxiety begin to melt away. Maybe this wasn’t so scary after all. Maybe this was the beginning of something new, something good.
Nish slowly turned her around to face him. He looked at her with a gentle smile, the kind that made her feel a little more at ease. Then, without saying anything, he leaned in and kissed her, softly at first. It was a simple kiss, but it was enough to send a spark through her. His lips were warm, and his touch was light, almost as if he was afraid to rush things. But as the kiss deepened, she felt herself responding, letting go of her hesitation bit by bit.
As their kiss grew more passionate, Nish’s hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel his heart beating just as fast as hers, and that made her smile. He wasn’t as calm as he looked; he was just as nervous as she was. But somehow, that made her feel better, knowing that they were both figuring this out together.
They sat down on the bed, their bodies close, and Kritika could feel the tension easing between them. Nish kissed her again, his lips moving from her mouth to her neck, making her shiver. His hands were gentle, respectful, but there was a new confidence in his touch. She found herself responding, letting go of her fears, wanting to explore this new territory with him.
The night was quiet, with just the sound of the rain outside, and in that peaceful, intimate moment, they both took their first steps towards something deeper. It wasn’t just about the physical closeness; it was about the trust they were beginning to build, the connection that was starting to grow between them.
As they lay together, the room filled with the warmth of their new bond, Kritika realized that this was just the beginning. They had a long way to go, but they were in it together. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.
Nish held her pinna and bit it, is that a pain for her no never, its special and soothing. Spark ran through them once and forever!!!!!
Dr Dear
She took a deep breath. The cool air coming in through the slightly open window did nothing to calm her nerves. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind her. She turned around, and there he was—Nish, her husband. He looked at her with those calm, reassuring eyes. The kind of look that said, "I’m here, it’s okay."
Without a word, he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. She wasn’t used to this yet, this closeness, this new life. His touch was warm, comforting even, but still, her heart raced a little faster than usual. Maybe it was the uncertainty, the newness of it all. They hadn’t been close yet, not like that. It was all still a little awkward, but there was also a certain excitement in the air, something unspoken that they both felt.
“Kritika,” he whispered softly, his voice almost blending with the sound of the rain outside. “We’re in this together. You and me.”
She didn’t know how to respond, so she just nodded, leaning back into his chest. They stood like that for a moment, just holding each other, and she felt a small part of her anxiety begin to melt away. Maybe this wasn’t so scary after all. Maybe this was the beginning of something new, something good.
Nish slowly turned her around to face him. He looked at her with a gentle smile, the kind that made her feel a little more at ease. Then, without saying anything, he leaned in and kissed her, softly at first. It was a simple kiss, but it was enough to send a spark through her. His lips were warm, and his touch was light, almost as if he was afraid to rush things. But as the kiss deepened, she felt herself responding, letting go of her hesitation bit by bit.
As their kiss grew more passionate, Nish’s hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel his heart beating just as fast as hers, and that made her smile. He wasn’t as calm as he looked; he was just as nervous as she was. But somehow, that made her feel better, knowing that they were both figuring this out together.
They sat down on the bed, their bodies close, and Kritika could feel the tension easing between them. Nish kissed her again, his lips moving from her mouth to her neck, making her shiver. His hands were gentle, respectful, but there was a new confidence in his touch. She found herself responding, letting go of her fears, wanting to explore this new territory with him.
The night was quiet, with just the sound of the rain outside, and in that peaceful, intimate moment, they both took their first steps towards something deeper. It wasn’t just about the physical closeness; it was about the trust they were beginning to build, the connection that was starting to grow between them.
As they lay together, the room filled with the warmth of their new bond, Kritika realized that this was just the beginning. They had a long way to go, but they were in it together. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.
Nish held her pinna and bit it, is that a pain for her no never, its special and soothing. Spark ran through them once and forever!!!!!
Dr Dear
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