Trisha's wrists were bound together with his tie, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the unyielding grip it held. Vihaan's hands had secured the knot with precision, his fingers brushing against her skin.

Her eyes blazed with fury as she glared at him, but Vihaan's smirk only deepened, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Let me go!" Trisha demanded, tugging against the tie, but it remained unyielding.

Vihaan's face nuzzled into the warmth of her neck, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

"The scent of alcohol wafts from your clothes," he whispered. "How much did you drink?"

Trisha's face twisted in indignation. "I didn't drink a drop!" she protested. "I spilled the drink on my dress to make you think I was drunk."

Vihaan's eyes narrowed, but Trisha continued, her voice trembling with emotion.

"You should apologize for ignoring me, for not returning my calls. You're changing, Vihaan. You're troubling me, and teasing me you are duffer "

As she spoke, Trisha's teeth grazed the tie, attempting to break free. But Vihaan was too quick.

With a swift motion, he landed a playful spank on her buttocks, the spark of contact sending a jolt through her body.

Trisha gasped, her stomach dropping as Vihaan effortlessly laid her on the grander, her belly pressed against the soft grass .

"And what you did was right?" Vihaan asked, his voice laced with sarcasm. "You ignored my calls last night, and instead, you were commenting on Instagram reels, 'hot' on some actor's pic and a biker's post. What's going on with you?"

Trisha's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing. "Are you stalking me on social media?" she asked, her tone tinged with annoyance.

Vihaan's eyes sparkled with mischief as he spanked her again, his touch sending waves of pain and pleasure coursing through her body.

"Ahhh..." Trisha moaned, her voice barely audible.

"Of course, I am," Vihaan replied, his dominance evident in his tone. "I can't even tell you what I'm feeling right now. After this, I want to punish you hard."

Trisha's eyes widened at his bold move as he dropped her onto her shoulder, spanking another moan.

"Ahhh!" she cried out.

"You're not my Vihaan," she said, her voice laced with desperation. "Some other soul has taken over your body, or Shreyansh and Kunal have spoiled you."

Vihaan's face darkened, and another spank landed on her skin.

"I'm not a kid, no one can spoil me," he growled.

In an instant, he swept her upstairs into his room, dropping her onto the bed.

"It's good you're not drink ," he said, his smirk dripping with seduction. "I can have you in your senses."

Trisha's body hummed with excitement.

"Can I love you, sweetheart, in my way?" Vihaan asked, his voice filled with longing.

As he lifted her top to her chest, his fingers thrust into her belly button.

"Tell me, can I?" he asked again.

Trisha couldn't help but nod, her eyes locked onto his.

A slap landed on her chest, and she cried out.

"Words," Vihaan whispered.

Trisha gulped, her voice barely audible.

"Yes, please... love me, fuck me hard, Vihaan."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with desire.

Vihaan's smirk deepened as he placed her comfortably on the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chiseled physique.

He took her hand and tied it to the headboard.

"Good girl," he whispered, caressing her lips.

Trisha's pulse quickened, her body surrendering to his control.

"Wait for me," Vihaan said, his voice husky. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

With that, he left the room, leaving Trisha panting, her heart racing with anticipation.

As Vihaan returned with a mysterious bowl, Trisha's curiosity piqued. She tried to sit up, but his authoritative voice halted her movements.

"Stay in your place, don't you dare move," Vihaan commanded, his eyes burning with intensity.

Trisha's heart skipped a beat as Vihaan placed the bowl on the side table and sat beside her. His chest rose and fell with each steady breath, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her belly.

She gazed up at him, her eyes locked onto his, as he pulled her top further up, covering her eyes.

"No, you can't do this!" Trisha protested, her voice trembling. "First, you tie my hands, and now you're blindfolding me?"

Vihaan's lips curled into a sly smile. "Obey, like a good girl, sweetheart," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "Or this punishment will be harder."

Trisha's pulse quickened as Vihaan's fingers expertly removed her jeans, leaving her in mere inches of fabric.

"What the hell have you learned?" she exclaimed, her voice laced with shock. "You're controlling me, but who am I surrendering to?" You learnt black magic right.

Vihaan's hand cupped her clothed womanhood, his touch sending waves of desire coursing through her body. Trisha's breath hitched, her hips involuntarily arching into his touch.

"You're surrendering to me," Vihaan whispered, his voice filled with possession. "That's the things i am liking ."

Trisha's thoughts swirled, her senses overwhelmed by Vihaan's dominance. She felt exposed, vulnerable, yet inexplicably drawn to his control.

As Vihaan's fingers danced across her skin, Trisha's resistance crumbled. She was trapped in his web of desire, and she couldn't escape.

"Who are you?" Trisha whispered, her voice barely audible.

Vihaan's lips brushed against her ear. "I'm the one who owns your heart, body, and soul." Ans who is going to make love to you hardly,

Possessively,

Trisha's heart pounded, her senses reeling from Vihaan's words. She knew she was lost, forever bound to his unyielding passion and her own undeniable desire.

As Trisha felt the cold sensation on her lips, she shivered, her body tensing in anticipation. Vihaan's warm breath danced across her skin, sending goosebumps cascading down her spine.

"If any drop of water falls, I'll spark you hardly," Vihaan warned, his voice low and husky, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Trisha's heart skipped a beat as Vihaan's lips brushed against hers, the icy cube trapped between his teeth. The chill of the ice sent shivers down her spine, but Vihaan's calming kisses soothed her trembles.

With deliberate slowness, Vihaan thrust the cube into her mouth, his tongue intertwining with hers. Trisha's hands fisted, her legs parting instinctively as she accepted the cube and his ravishing kiss.

Her toes curled, her body arching into his touch. But as she lost control of the ice cube, water trickled out of her mouth, and nervousness washed over her.

Vihaan's lips closed around hers, sucking away the escaping water, his tongue lavishing attention on her skin. Trisha's pulse quickened, her desire escalating with each passing moment.

In an instant, Vihaan flipped her onto her tummy, his movements swift and powerful. Trisha's breath caught as he spared her ass hardly, the spank sending waves of pain and pleasure coursing through her body.

" Ahhhhh"

She pressed her face into the pillow, her cry muffled by the soft fabric. The sensation was overwhelming, yet Trisha's body craved more.

Vihaan's dominance and love entwined like the tender threads of a rope, binding her soul to his. Trisha's heart pounded, her body surrendering to his unyielding passion.

As Vihaan flipped her again, Trisha's body aligned with his, her senses heightened. His fingers deftly removed her bra, the fabric slipping away, revealing her tender skin.

"What do you want from me, sweetheart?" Vihaan asked, his voice husky, his eyes burning with desire. "What things do you want me to do with you?"

He tossed her bra aside, the delicate fabric floating to the floor. Trisha's face flushed, her lips trembling as she bit them.

"Everything," she replied, her voice barely audible, her heart pounding.

"Everything you desire, everything you want," she continued, her words tumbling forth. "You can do anything with me."

Vihaan's face dipped lower, his breath whispering against her panty-clad skin. Trisha's breath hitched, her pulse racing.

His lips grazed her panty, sending shivers down her spine. Then, his teeth gently caught the fabric's edge, pulling it taut.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Vihaan slid her panty down her legs, his teeth releasing the fabric with a soft snap.

Trisha's skin tingled, exposed to the cool air and Vihaan's scorching gaze.

His eyes look at her head to toe with possessiveness and adoration.

"Mine," he whispered, his breath dancing across her skin.

As Vihaan's skilled fingers teased her clit, Trisha's legs involuntarily lifted, her body responding to his touch. But before she could fully surrender, he unexpectedly inserted his hand, and Trisha felt an unfamiliar chill.

The cold object touched her womanhood, and she tensed, recognizing the icy sensation of an ice cube. Her breath caught, anticipation mingling with shock.

Vihaan's fingers expertly guided the ice cube to her clit, sending shivers down her spine. Then, his warm lips enveloped her, sucking hard.

"Ohh godd.mmmm" Trisha moaned,

Vihaan's hands cupped her thighs tightly, his fingers digging into her soft skin. He held her legs apart, exposing her vulnerability.

As he sucked harder on her clit, the icy water and her own juices mingled, sending shivers down her spine.

"Ahhhhh!" Trisha moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure and pain

"Please, Vihaan, open my hands," Trisha begged, her voice trembling between moans.

"No," he whispered, his breath dancing across her skin.

Trisha's body arched into his touch, her senses overwhelmed by the heavenly pleasure.

"Ahhhhh!" she cried out, her voice echoing through the room.

As Trisha reached her climax, her body shuddered with release, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their passion.

Vihaan's arms enveloped her, holding her close as he drank in the essence of their love.

He lifted her thighs, allowing her to relax, and gently wiped his swollen lips before covering her with his body.

Their lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss, in a second his hand gripping her breasts, sending shivers down her.

"Tonight, is our " Vihaan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "The whole night stretches before us, and I promise you won't be able to walk in the morning."

Trisha's heart skipped a beat as Vihaan's hand caressed her breast, his touch sending shivers down her spine. A playful slap on her breast made her gasp.

"Vihaan!" she cried out, tears of pleasure rolling down her cheeks.

As their lips met, Trisha felt a sticky sensation on her chest. Suddenly, a golden drizzle of honey cascaded onto her chest, followed by Vihaan's warm tongue, lavishing attention on her sensitive skin.

His mouth closed around her bud, sending waves of ecstasy through her body. Trisha's senses came alive, the sweetness of the honey mingling with the taste of their passion.

Vihaan's fingers traced circles around her nipples, his breath hot against her skin. "You're mine, Trisha," he whispered, his voice filled with adoration.

Vihaan's lips wrapped around her breast, his suction fierce yet gentle. Trisha's back arched, her body responding to his touch.

"Please," she begged, her voice trembling. "Open my eyes and hands."

Vihaan's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes sparkling with desire. "What will you give me in return?" he teased.

Trisha's voice was barely audible. "Anything."

Vihaan's fingers traced her curves, sending shivers down her spine. His lips brushed against her bud, and he gently bit down.

Trisha's mouth opened in a silent scream, her breath caught in her throat. Vihaan's fingers slid into her mouth, and he whispered, "Suck like a good girl."

Trisha's lips wrapped around his fingers, her tongue dancing across his skin. Vihaan's groan vibrated through his body

Trisha's lips wrapped around Vihaan's fingers, her gentle suction sending shivers down his spine.

Wild thoughts flooded his mind, imagining her tender touch on his skin.

His groan echoed through the room as he withdrew his fingers, tracing her lips with his thumb.

Vihaan's mouth descended upon hers, their kiss igniting a fire that coursed through their veins.

His lips wandered down her neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses.

Trisha's skin tingled, her pulse racing.

Vihaan's tongue danced across her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine.

His hands cradled her breasts, thumbs brushing against her nipples.

Trisha's back arched, her body surrendering to Vihaan's touch.

His lips continued their journey, lavishing attention on every curve.

Vihaan's kiss reached her bud, and Trisha's gasp filled the air.

His tongue explored her sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.

He kissed her thighs, his lips tracing the soft skin.

Vihaan's lips had worshiped every inch of Trisha's body, leaving her breathless and yearning for more.

As he released her from his tender restraints, Trisha's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto Vihaan's.

"Fuck!!!" she exclaimed, her voice husky with desire and anticipation.

Her hair was tousled, her cheeks flushed from Vihaan's passionate kisses.

Trisha pounced on Vihaan like a playful, hungry cat, her body radiating excitement.

"Now my turn," she whispered, her breath tickling Vihaan's ear.

She tied his hands loosely to the headboard, the soft restraints a symbol of her control.

Vihaan chuckled, knowing he could easily free himself, but he let Trisha take charge.

She straddled his waist, her warmth pressing against him

Her lips traced his abs, each kiss sending shivers down his spine.

Her tongue danced across his skin, leaving a trail of fire.

She planted hickeys on his chest, her mark on him.

Her mouth moved down to his tummy, her kisses gentle.

Trisha's fingers unbuttoned his pants, the sound echoing through the room.

Vihaan's erection strained against his boxers, his desire for her palpable.

Trisha's eyes widened, her breath catching.

She touched his clothed erection, her fingers tracing its length.

"Ahhh," Vihaan groaned, his eyes closing.

His body surrendered to Trisha's touch.

Trisha's gaze swept across Vihaan's chiseled body, drinking in every inch of his masculine beauty, from his broad shoulders to his defined abs.

Her eyes locked onto his, burning with desire, as she slid off his boxers, revealing his thick, long member.

Vihaan's hungry eyes devoured her naked form, his gaze lingering on her curves.

Trisha's breath caught, her eyes widening in awe, as she gazed at his erection.

"Your size is breathtaking," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Vihaan chuckled, his voice low and husky, "You're just noticing now?"

Memories of their passionate night flashed through Trisha's mind.

She recalled the thrill of his touch, the pleasure that left her breathless.

"Seriously, you're noticing today?" Vihaan teased.

"Already went inside you that night, made you scream my name," he said with a smirk.

Trisha's face flushed, but she ignored his playful teasing.

Her hands trembled with anticipation as she cupped his thickness.

Her soft fingers wrapped around his erection.

Vihaan's eyes closed, his breath hitching.

Trisha's touch sent shivers down his spine.

His body responded to her gentle caress.

Passion flared.

Tension crackled.

Their hearts beat as one.

In perfect harmony.

Trisha's fingers traced the length of his member.

Exploring every vein.

Every contour.

Vihaan's groan echoed through the room.

His hips arched.

Yearning for more.

" trishaaa"

Vihaan's body trembled with anticipation as Trisha's hot breath danced across his thickness, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins.

Her tongue swirled around his tip, its velvety softness teasing his sensitive skin.

"Ahhh," he groaned, his face burying in the pillow, his voice muffled by the fabric.

"Love me, Trisha, as you want," he pleaded, his words laced with longing.

"Make me yours, please," he begged, his body yearning for her touch.

Trisha's chuckle was music to his ears, a husky sound that sent shivers down his spine.

She reveled in her power, her eyes sparkling with desire.

Her lips curled into a sly smile.

"You are mine," she whispered, her breath tickling his skin.

"And will be mine forever," she declared, her voice filled with conviction.

Her words echoed through Vihaan's mind, fueling his passion.

As she thrust his tip inside her warm mouth, his eyes closed.

His face buried deeper in the pillow.

"Ohhh, my love!" Vihaan moaned, his voice trembling with pleasure.

He fisted his tied hands, his body sweating profusely as Trisha's soft tongue danced across his thickness.

Her gentle sucking sent waves of ecstasy through him.

Though she couldn't take him whole, her eagerness was intoxicating.

Her fingers wrapped around his base, covering his thickness.

Each stroke, each lick, each gentle nibble.

Vihaan's body responded, his hips arching.

Yearning for more.

Trisha's passion was contagious.

Her moans harmonized with his.

As Trisha's lips wrapped tighter, sucking him harder and faster, Vihaan's control began to unravel.

With each passing second, his desire to be inside her intensified.

But Trisha was relentless, teasing him mercilessly.

Vihaan's restraint snapped.

He opened his hands, startling Trisha.

She thought they were still tied.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

In an instant, she was on her back.

Vihaan loomed over her.

A sly smirk spread across his face.

"Enough teasing, sweetheart," he whispered.

"Now let me fuck you hard."

His words sent shivers down Trisha's spine.

Vihaan's body covered hers.

His hardness pressed against her.

With one swift thrust.

He entered her.

" Vihaannnn" she digged her nail in his shoulders

Trisha's eyelids fluttered closed, her body succumbing to the intense pleasure as Vihaan's hips moved with a frenzied passion, his thickness filling her completely. Each rapid thrust sparked electric sensations, sending shivers down her spine. Her back arched, her legs circling his waist, pulling him deeper, their bodies merging into one.

The bed creaked in rhythm, a symphony of desire, as skin slapped against skin, their moans harmonizing in perfect unison. "Ahhhh," Trisha breathed, her voice trembling with ecstasy.

Vihaan's lips brushed hers, his warm breath sending shivers down her neck. "So beautiful," he whispered, his words dripping with adoration. "Breathtaking," he murmured, his gaze drinking in her beauty. "You're looking incredible under me."

Trisha's heart swelled, her soul connecting to Vihaan's in this intimate moment. Their love shone raw and unbridled, passion consuming their entwined bodies.



As Vihaan pulled out, Trisha lay on her side, her chest heaving with anticipation. She gazed at him with a puzzled expression, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Vihaan's smirk hinted at the pleasure to come.

" just changing position, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Today, I'm going to take you from every angle."

Trisha's heart skipped a beat. Vihaan's words sent shivers down her spine.

With a gentle yet firm grasp, Vihaan lifted one of Trisha's legs, parting them invitingly. He positioned himself beside her, his body aligning with hers.

In one swift motion, he thrust inside her, their bodies merging in a sensual dance. Trisha's leg remained suspended in the air, her foot flexing instinctively.

Trisha's voice dripped with wonder, "From where did you change from shy to dominant?" Her eyes locked onto Vihaan's, sparkling with curiosity. "And learn about these things? You're making me feel like I'm in heaven. I'm enjoying every bit of it." Her words ended in a breathy sigh.

Vihaan's chuckle sent shivers down her spine. His hands cradled her face, fingers weaving through her hair. Gently, he pulled her closer, his eyes burning with passion.

As they sat up together, Trisha's body remained intertwined with Vihaan's. She straddled him, legs wrapped around his waist. Her warmth enveloped him, their connection unbroken.



Vihaan's lips found her bud, sucking gently. Trisha's back arched, head tilting. Pleasure radiated through her body, her hips moving instinctively.

"You changed me," Vihaan whispered, guiding her movements. His voice vibrated against her skin, sending tremors through her being.

Trisha's hands grasped his shoulders, nails digging in. "You're incredible," she breathed. "Your touch unleashes a wild side I never knew existed." Her hips quickened, seeking more.



Vihaan's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes ablaze. "You unleash the same in me," he murmured. "Together, we're unstoppable." Their love song filled the air - heavy breathing, tender gasps, and the sweet fusion of their bodies.

Their passion intensified, a symphony of pleasure. Every wave crashed against the shores of their souls, deepening their connection



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Neha lay sprawled on the bed, her delicate form vulnerable and exposed. Her hands and legs were secured with cuffs, rendering her immobile. The soft glow of the room highlighted her porcelain skin, now flushed with a mix of fear and arousal.

Kunal lounged on the nearby sofa, a smirk playing on his lips as he nursed his drink. His eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief, his gaze fixed on Neha's helpless form.

Tears streamed down Neha's face, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. The wireless vibrator inside her pulsed to life, its gentle hum building in intensity. Kunal's fingers danced across the remote control, dictating the rhythm of her pleasure.

"Hhhh," Neha cried out, her voice trembling with each wave of sensation. Her body arched, seeking escape from the relentless vibrations.

Kunal's smirk deepened, his eyes never leaving Neha's. "Your body betrays you," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You crave this, don't you?"

Neha's sobs mingled with moans, her senses torn between distress and desire. The vibrator's insistent thrumming pushed her toward the edge, leaving her helpless to resist.



Neha's voice shattered the air, "Ohhh, God!" Her body trembled, poised on the precipice of release. But Kunal's warning echoed in her mind: "If you come, I'll spank you 100 times."

Desperation crept into her tone, "Kunal, I can't control it, please." Her eyes pleaded, tears welling up.

Kunal's gaze never wavered, his eyes drinking in her naked form. He sipped his drink, his expression unfazed.

Between her legs, the vibrator pulsed relentlessly. Neha's body betrayed her, her hips bucking instinctively.

"Kunal, mercy," she begged, her voice cracking.

The sound of her own moisture echoed through the room, a sensual reminder of her arousal.

Kunal's eyes sparkled with dominance. "Hold on, love . You're not allowed to come yet." His voice was low, husky.

Neha's body convulsed, her muscles straining to contain the building pressure.

Neha's remorseful words spilled out, "I'm sorry. I won't do it again." Memories of the party flooded her mind - dancing with Abeer, ignoring Kunal, and sparking jealousy in his eyes.

Kunal rose from the sofa, his movements deliberate. He stripped away his clothes, each item falling to the floor, leaving him naked except for his neck. Neha's gaze followed, her heart racing.

As Kunal approached, Neha's eyes locked onto his thickness, her lips parting instinctively. Her pain momentarily forgotten, desire flared.

Kunal's smirk hinted at his awareness of her fascination. He sat beside her, his member inches from her face.

With a playful gleam, Kunal slapped her cheeks with his shaft. "Ahhhh," Neha moaned, her voice trembling.

The sudden sensation sent shivers through her body. Neha's hands instinctively reached for him, only to be reminded of her cuffs.

Kunal's eyes burned with intensity, his dominance asserted. Neha's helplessness heightened her arousal.

Kunal stood up, his eyes locked onto Neha's spread legs, exposed and vulnerable due to the cuffs. Her gaze met his, hopeful that he might grant her release.

But Kunal's expression turned stern, his head shaking. "Don't even think about it, love," he warned.

Neha's heart sank as he pulled out the vibrator, its wetness a testament to her unfulfilled desire. The sudden emptiness left her annoyed and irritated.

Kunal's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with amusement at her frustration. He set the vibrator aside, his grip on her face gentle yet firm.

"Do you want to come?" Kunal asked, his voice low and husky.

Neha's response was barely above a whisper, "Yes, please...allow me." Her bitten lip and parched throat revealed her desperation.

Kunal's smirk widened. "As you wish, but there's a condition: no kissing or sucking after you come. And your hands and legs will remain tied until we have sex. Choose: pleasure now or intimacy later?"

Neha's eyes blazed with anger, her cheeks flushing. She felt trapped, torn between her longing for release and her desire for connection.

Neha's voice trembled, "You're very bad." Kunal's face hovered above hers, his warm breath caressing her skin.

His lips brushed against hers, sending shivers down her spine. "You started my love," Kunal whispered, his words laced with passion. "You ignored me at the party, laughing and dancing with Abeer."

Neha's eyes fluttered closed as Kunal's lips claimed hers, their kiss intense and demanding. His fingers intertwined with hers, their cuffs clinking softly.

Kunal's free hand trailed down Neha's body, seeking the warmth between her legs. His fingers slipped inside, and Neha's moan was muffled by their kiss.

Her hips arched instinctively, seeking more. Kunal's touch ignited a fire within her, melting her anger and frustration.

Their lips parted, gasping for air. Neha's eyes locked onto Kunal's, her gaze burning with desire.

"You're mine," Kunal growled, his voice low and possessive. "No one else makes you feel this way."

Neha's nod was almost imperceptible, her body surrendering to Kunal's dominance.

:

Neha's helplessness intensified as Kunal's fingers danced inside her, his lips leaving a trail of hickeys on her neck. She yearned to wrap her arms around him, to kiss him passionately, but the cuffs bound her.

Her moans escalated, a symphony of pleasure and pain, as Kunal's mouth wandered between her legs. His lips pressed against her thighs, sucking and biting gently.

"Kunal...lll," Neha moaned, her voice trembling. Her lips were bitten, her body tensing.

Kunal's fingers quickened, pushing her toward release. Neha's muscles convulsed, her back arching.

"Kunallllll!" she cried out, her voice shattering.

As her body relaxed, eyes closed, Neha's senses lulled. But suddenly, his absence registered.

Her eyes snapped open to find Kunal sitting between her legs, his dark gaze piercing.

"You disobeyed me," he stated, his voice firm.

Neha's heart skipped a beat. Kunal's palm connected with her womanhood, the slap resonating.

"Ahhhh!" Neha's cry echoed through the room.

Her body jolted, sensitivity heightened. Neha's eyes locked onto Kunal's, a mix of fear and desire.

"I warned you," Kunal whispered, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Sorry," Neha whispered, her voice trembling.

Kunal's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with determination. "No apologies now. You'll face the consequences."

Neha's heart raced as Kunal's words hung in the air.

"I will not untie your hands and legs," he continued, his voice firm. "We're going to have sex like this."

Neha's body tensed, anticipation mixing with fear.

With one swift motion, Kunal thrust inside her, his hardness filling her completely. Neha's scream echoed through the room.

"Ahhhh!" Her voice shattered, her body arching.

Kunal's hips moved rapidly, each stroke intensifying her pleasure. Neha's senses reeled, her cries mingling with moans.

The cuffs bit into her skin, heightening her vulnerability. Neha's helplessness fueled her desire.

Kunal's dominance asserted itself, his body claiming hers. Neha's screams turned to whispers, her voice hoarse.

Neha's lips parted in a silent scream, her eyes pleading. Kunal's smirk deepened, his voice husky, "Do you feel good, love? Or not?"

Tears welled in Neha's eyes as she begged, "Sorry, please...untie me." Her voice cracked.

Kunal's smirk widened, his hips quickening. The bed creaked, its rhythmic protests mingling with the slap of skin against skin.

"Ahhh," Neha whispered, her moan torn between pleasure and pain.

Kunal's palms grasped her breasts, his fingers kneading. His thumbs circled her nipples, sending shivers.

His lips brushed against her ear, "You're mine." His hot breath sent tremors.

Neha's wrists strained against the cuffs, her body arching. Kunal's grip tightened.

Their bodies danced, a primal rhythm. Neha's senses blurred, overwhelmed.

Kunal's fingers dug into her hips, his thrusts deepening. Neha's cries escalated.

Their passion consumed the room, a fiery storm.

"Please, I beg you," Neha implored, her voice trembling. "Untie my hands and legs, please."

Kunal's thrusts intensified, his hardness filling her completely. Neha's gasps turned to gags.

Suddenly, Kunal pulled out and rose to untie her. Neha's eyes closed, relief washing over her.

As the cuffs released, Neha's wrists throbbed. She exhaled deeply, her body relaxing.

But before she could savor freedom, Kunal's hands guided her onto her fours, her belly pressed against the bed.

Neha's eyes snapped open, her mind racing. Kunal's palms grasped her hips.

He positioned himself behind her, his warmth radiating against her skin.

With one smooth motion, Kunal thrust inside, his depth and angle sending shivers.

"Ahhh," Neha moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow.

Kunal's rhythm quickened, each stroke reigniting her passion.

Neha's fingers clutched the sheets, her body surrendering.

Their bodies moved in sync, a primal dance.

.......

Chapter 79

Arya's fingers trembled as she began to strip, her movements guided by Shreyansh's commanding gaze. His eyes burned with intensity, tracing every curve of her body as she revealed the red lingerie beneath.

"Beautiful," Shreyansh breathed, his voice husky with desire. His gaze roved from the top of her head to her toes, drinking in the sight of her. "No matter how many times I've had you, it's like seeing you for the first time. Your beauty never fails to captivate me."

Arya's heart skipped a beat as Shreyansh rose from the sofa, his eyes never leaving hers. Her pulse quickened, anticipation building.

In an instant, she was pressed against the glass door, his lips crashing onto hers. The kiss was fierce, passionate, and all-consuming.

"Looking so sexy," Shreyansh whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down Arya's spine. "Mine to love, mine to fuck."

Arya's cheeks flushed scarlet as she looked down, her eyelashes fluttering. But Shreyansh's fingers lifted her chin, forcing their eyes to meet.

With a gentle push, Arya's back touched the mirror. Shreyansh's lips trailed down her neck, sending tremors through her body.

His hands grasped her hips, pulling her closer. Arya's breath hitched, her senses swirling.

Their reflections merged, a sensual dance of desire and passion. Shreyansh's mouth claimed hers, their lips moving in perfect sync.

Arya's thoughts dissolved, lost in the intensity of their connection. Her body responded, melting into his touch.

Shreyansh's fingers traced the lace of her lingerie, sending shivers down her spine. His touch ignited a fire within her.

.

As Shreyansh's kisses intensified, Arya's moans grew louder. His lips ravished her neck and cleavage, sending shivers down her spine.

"Ahhh," she exclaimed, her voice trembling. Shreyansh's grip tightened, pressing her face against the glass door.

His palm connected with her ass, the slap resonating. "Shreyanshh!" Arya cried out, her voice laced with surprise.

Shreyansh's hands moved swiftly, cuffing her wrists. Arya's eyes widened, her body tensing.

In an instant, her lingerie lay torn on the floor. Arya's eyes grew wider, shock and desire mingling.

"Anshhh," she let out, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Shreyansh's fingers traced her delicate folds, slapping gently. "So delicate," he whispered.

Arya's breasts received the same treatment, his palms sending waves of pain and pleasure.

"Ohhhh," she moaned, her eyes closing. Shreyansh's lips danced across her body.

His touch ignited a fire within her, despite the sting of his slaps. Arya's senses blurred.

Shreyansh's dominance asserted itself, his body claiming hers. Arya's tears mingled with desire.

Arya's scream echoed through the room as Shreyansh thrust the vibrator into her dry core, sending shockwaves through her body. Her hips jerked wildly, but Shreyansh's grip held her firm.

His lips brushed against her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys. "Shhhh," he whispered, his warm breath calming her.

Tears streamed down Arya's face as Shreyansh's fingers controlled the vibrator's rhythm. Her legs trembled.

"Take me to bed," she pleaded, her voice shaking.

Shreyansh's smirk deepened. He shook his head, his eyes gleaming with intensity.

Pressing Arya against the glass door, he accelerated the vibrator's pace. Her cries turned to moans.

"Shreyyy..." Arya's voice cracked, her body succumbing to the sensations.

Shreyansh's lips claimed her tears, his kisses gentle amidst the turmoil. His fingers danced across her skin.

Arya's senses blurred, overwhelmed by the vibrations and Shreyansh's touch. Her body arched.

The glass door cooled her burning skin, a stark contrast to Shreyansh's scorching passion.

Arya's intoxicating moan resonated through the room as Shreyansh's lips passionately claimed hers. "Moan louder, Jaan," he whispered, intensifying vibrations. Arya's back arched, surrendering completely.

"Shreyyyyy!" she screamed, voice echoing wildly, trembling beneath his touch.

Shreyansh's skilled fingers delicately teased her clit, amplifying ecstasy. "Ohhhh God!" Arya moaned, breathless, lost.

"OHHHH GOD!" Arya moaned, ecstasy overwhelming her.

"Meri jaan, my love," Shreyansh whispered, his voice dripping with affection. "I have more surprises in store for you, and I hope you'll adore them. I've been racking my brain, trying to decide what to gift you on your special day." His eyes sparkled with excitement.

"I knew a piece of jewelry or any material thing wouldn't bring you the joy I want to see on your face," he continued, his voice filled with emotion. "That's why I planned something extraordinary, something that will make your heart skip a beat."

Araya's curiosity was piqued, her senses still reeling from the intense pleasure. Shreyansh's words sent shivers down her spine.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Shreyansh's smile was enigmatic. "You'll find out tomorrow, my love. For now, let's just say it's a gift from the heart."

As he spoke, he gently withdrew the vibrator, and Araya's head fell onto his chest. She was lost in the haze of pleasure, her senses overwhelmed.

Shreyansh's hands moved to the handcuffs, releasing them with a soft click. "Today is your birthday, my love," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. "I don't want to go hard on you. I want to handle you with love, with gentleness, and cherish every moment." Specially on your brithday "

With tender care, he lifted Araya onto the bed, where she bounced softly, her body still humming from the pleasure.

Shreyansh's eyes adored her, his gaze roaming over her face, drinking in her beauty. "I love you," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.

As Araya's eyes met his, she saw the depth of his love, the sincerity in his words. Her heart swelled, filled with gratitude and affection.

"I love you too," she whispered back, her voice barely audible.

As Shreyansh's lips claimed hers in a passionate kiss, Araya's breath hitched, her senses swooning. Her hands instinctively reached for him, fingers digging into his back, pulling him closer. Their bodies melded together, the space between them dissolving.

In one swift motion, Shreyansh's hips surged forward, and he was inside her, filling her completely. Araya's gasp of pleasure - "Ajhh" - was lost in his mouth.

As she welcomed his thickness, her eyes rolled back, surrendering to the intense sensation. Shreyansh's lips traced the curve of her cheek, his tongue dipping into the hollow of her neck, sending shivers coursing through her veins.

His fingers intertwined with hers, their hands clasped together as he struggled to maintain control, to be gentle. But Araya's body craved more - more of his touch, more of his love.



She arched into him, her hips meeting his thrusts, urging him deeper. Shreyansh's restraint began to fray, his movements growing more insistent, more passionate.

"Ajhh, Araya," he whispered, his voice trembling with desire.

Shreyansh's pace quickened, his eyes never leaving Araya's face, ensuring she was okay. Her smile, radiant with pleasure, reassured him.

"Don't control, Shrey. Do whatever you want with me," Araya whispered, her voice husky, sending shivers down his spine.

Shreyansh chuckled, his eyes crinkling. "After this, you won't be able to walk," he teased, "and tomorrow, everyone's coming to wish you a happy birthday. Dad's even planned a night party. Think carefully, jaan. Are you okay with it?"

He positioned himself between her legs, lifting one onto his shoulder. Araya's eyes widened in surprise.

"Hmm, take it," she said, mirroring his smirk. "My pain will go away soon, and I'll walk like nothing happened."

Shreyansh's gaze burned with desire.

"Even if it does," Araya continued, "don't worry. I'll manage. You just do what you want to do."

She pulled him into a hungry kiss, their lips crashing together. Shreyansh's restraint shattered.

"That's like a good girl," Shreyansh whispered, his voice husky and laced with desire, as he lifted her hips, adjusting the angle to deepen their connection.

Araya's breath caught, her lungs burning, as she felt him fill her completely.

He sloped his pace, increasing the intensity, their bodies moving in perfect harmony like two souls entwined in a sensual dance.

"Ahhhhh... Shreyanshhhhh!" Araya moaned, her voice trembling, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

Shreyansh's fingers grasped her jaw, gently tilting her face, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"Fuck, look you are breathtaking underneath me," he growled, his eyes burning with passion.

He guided her gaze to the mirror placed in front of the bed, its glass reflecting their tangled bodies.

Araya's face flushed as their reflections came into view - her legs wrapped around him, her back arched, and his body moving within hers.

Their bodies, entwined in passion, created a captivating scene - a testament to their all-consuming love.

"How good I'm taking you," Shreyansh declared, pride etched on his face, his eyes never leaving hers.

Their eyes locked, the connection between them palpable, electric.

In the mirror, Araya saw their love, their desire, their unity - a symphony of pleasure and devotion.

Shreyansh's hands roamed her body, emphasizing their intimate connection, his touch igniting fireworks within her.

"Watch us, jaan," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Watch how perfectly we fit together."

Araya's heart raced, her soul entwining with Shreyansh's, their love transcending the physical realm.

Their love became a work of art, a masterpiece of passion and devotion, forever etched in their minds and hearts.

As the night wore on, their love-making continued, an endless dance of passion and desire. Time lost all meaning as they surrendered to their cravings, their bodies entwined in a sweet, sweet symphony.

Their whispers, moans, and sighs filled the air, a sensual serenade that fueled their ardor. Shreyansh's touch ignited fires within Araya, while her caresses left him breathless.

Their love consumed them, an all-encompassing flame that burned brighter with every passing moment. They moved as one, their bodies in perfect harmony, their hearts beating as a single entity.

As the hours ticked by, their strength began to wane, their movements slowing, their breaths growing shallow. Yet, their love remained unwavering, a constant pulse that refused to fade.

Finally, exhausted, spent, and utterly content, they collapsed together, their bodies limp, their hearts still racing.

In the silence, they lay entwined, their love shining brighter than any star. The night had been a testament to their passion, their devotion, and their unrelenting desire for each other.

As they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms,.

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Ashvi lay motionless on the mattress, Yuvaan beside her, his concerned gaze fixed on her fragile form. She had abruptly halted his acts

her body tensing, her eyes wide with a haunting terror. Now, she stared blankly at the sky, her gaze unseeing, lost in the dark recesses of her mind.

The memories of that fateful night swirled before her eyes like a macabre dance - Viveek's cruel touch, his brutal torture, the way he had ravaged her body and shattered her soul. The recollections still lingered, seared into her psyche like a branding iron.

As she struggled to breathe, Ashvi's thoughts screamed: "What should I do? How can I move on from this?" She yearned to grant Yuvaan the love and intimacy he deserved, but her past continued to torment her.

Every time Yuvaan drew near, his tender touch ignited a spark of fear within her. His warmth, his love, and his gentle hands only served to remind her of Viveek's violence. The memories swirled, an unrelenting vortex, making her recoil from Yuvaan's affection.

As she lay there, paralyzed by her emotions, Ashvi's eyelids trembled, and tears began to roll down her cheeks. Yuvaan's eyes, filled with compassion and concern, locked onto hers, witnessing her silent anguish.

"

Ashvi's gaze met Yuvaan's, her eyes welling up with tears like morning dew. "I'm sorry, I just got scared and a little tense," she whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling with vulnerability.

Yuvaan's heart bled at the sight of her tears, his soul aching to comfort her. He enveloped her in his arms, pulling her close, his warmth and love radiating like a sanctuary.

"Heyy, baby," he soothed, his voice filled with love, concern, and reassurance.

"No, yaar, I'm the one who should be sorry," Yuvaan said, his voice laced with regret, his eyes filled with empathy. "I shouldn't have moved further. I should have been more careful with you, knowing it's not easy for you."

Ashvi's eyes locked onto his, and she shook her head, her long hair rustling against the pillow. "No, Yuvaan, it's not your mistake. It's mine," she whispered, her voice cracking, her emotions raw.

"You give me everything - love, care, respect. But in return, I just hurt you, give you pain," she continued, her voice trembling, her words laced with self-doubt.

"I can't even give you myself, my body. I always hurt you," she confessed, tears streaming down her face like autumn rain. Yuvaan's heart ached, his soul yearning to heal her wounds.

"I am trying, but...I'm just because of..." Her words trailed off, unable to finish, her thoughts lost in the darkness of her past.

Yuvaan's finger gently touched her lips, silencing her, his touch warm and comforting. He understood the depth of her emotional pain, the weight of her memories.

"No, Ashvi," Yuvaan whispered, his eyes filled with compassion, his voice soft. "You're not hurting me. Your past is hurting you, and I'm here to help you heal."

He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her like a shield, protecting her from the shadows. "We'll take it slow, baby. We'll face your fears together. No rush, no pressure. Just us, and our love."

Ashvi's tears continued to flow, but Yuvaan's words brought solace, his love and understanding enveloping her like a warm embrace. For the first time, she felt hope, a glimmer of light in the darkness.

"You deserve all the love, Ashvi," Yuvaan whispered, his breath caressing her ear. "And I'll be patient, waiting for you to heal, to trust me completely."

As Yuvaan's words wrapped around her, Ashvi felt her heart begin to mend, her trust in him growing with each passing moment, their love shining brighter than the scars of her past.

But Ashvi's mind was elsewhere, consumed by the darkness of her past. "I always knew I'm not good for you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with self-doubt.

Yuvaan's eyes widened, his heart aching at her words. "What are you talking about, Ashvi?" he asked, his voice gentle, reassuring.

"You should listen to me, Yuvaan," she continued, her voice cracking. "You deserve someone better, someone who can love you fully, without the baggage I carry."

"Find someone else, Yuvaan," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Someone who can give you the love, the happiness you deserve. Not me, I'm broken, damaged."

"Es baare toh bol diya apne liken agli baar apne liye koi esa sabd upyog

Kiya toh hamse bura koi nahi hoga," Yuvaan warned, his tone firm and commanding. "Or haame chodne ki baat kii toh ham Apko apna bo Roop dikhege jo Apko aacha na laage."

. And if you mention leaving me, I'll show you my true self, which you won't like."

Yuvaan's eyes blazed with intensity, his voice low and menacing. Ashvi felt a shiver run down her spine.

"You are mine, and you will be mine," Yuvaan declared, his voice unwavering. "I am your no one. Come between us, never will be understood."

Ashvi gulped, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe. She nodded her head, her movements barely perceptible.

"Sorry," she whispered, her voice muffled as she hid her face in Yuvaan's chest.

Yuvaan's arms enveloped her, holding her close. His heart still racing from the thought of losing her, he whispered,

:

. "You belong to me, not just for this lifetime, but for seven lifetimes." He said wrapping blanket around them as he creased her hair

" sleep now " he said as she closed her eyes feeling heaven in his arms as he also closed his eyes like this they slept in each other arms

"

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In morning...

Kunal lay wide awake, his eyes never leaving Neha's serene face, bathed in the soft morning light streaming through the window. Her swollen lips and tear-stained cheeks testified to the intensity of their passion-filled night. Her tangled hair cascaded down his arm, and scattered clothes littered every corner of their room, a testament to their all-consuming love.

As he held her close, Neha's naked body pressed against his, her gentle breathing a soothing melody. Kunal's possessive smirk returned, recalling the fervor with which he had made love to her. He had stopped only at 5 a.m., spent, yet still yearning for more.

With tender reverence, Kunal caressed Neha's face, kissing her forehead. Rising from bed, he gathered the scattered clothes, filling the laundry basket with remnants of their passion. Stepping into the shower, his gaze fell on his back in the mirror, where Neha's nail marks remained. Though painful, he couldn't help but feel proud.

His whole back reddened, Kunal smiled, memories of their fierce love-making flooding back. He recalled Neha's soft whispers, her unbridled passion, and her fierce embrace. The marks on his skin served as a badge of honor, a visible testament to their love.

As Kunal emerged from the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his waist, he found Neha sitting on the bed, looking exhausted. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes still held the remnants of sleep.

"What the hell you go?" she let out, irritation lacing her voice.

"To shower, love," Kunal replied, a sly smile spreading across his face.

Neha glared at him, her cheeks flushing. "Leaving me there in pain, I'm sure I won't be able to walk properly for the whole week," she said, burying her face in her palms.

Kunal chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "No worries, I'll carry you," he said, his voice dripping with seduction.

Neha's response was immediate; she threw a pillow at his face. "I hate you!" she screamed.

"I hate you too," Kunal retorted, laughing as he caught the pillow. He moved towards her, pulling her into his arms. "Let's make shower love," he whispered teasingly, his lips brushing against her ear.

Neha's eyes flashed with annoyance and anger, but Kunal's persistent gaze softened her expression. She couldn't resist the playful glint in his eyes.

"Again?" she asked, her voice laced with resignation.

Kunal nodded, his grin mischievous. "Again," he whispered, sweeping her into his arms and carrying her towards the bathroom.

"No " I am so much pain " she said

As they disappeared into the bathroom, Neha's laughter echoed through the room, mingling with Kunal's playful chuckles. As he kept teasing her massaging her body... helping her in bathe

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Trisha glared at Vihaan, who lay peacefully on the bed, their naked bodies entwined under the covers. Last night's intense lovemaking had left her reeling, and the mere thought of moving made her wince. Her legs trembled beneath the sheets, protesting the slightest movement.

"Get up, Vihaan," Trisha urged, her voice laced with frustration and pain.

Vihaan slept on, oblivious to her distress. Exasperated, Trisha kicked him hard, but her action only resulted in a sharp ache shooting through her own body. They both screamed in pain as Vihaan tumbled off the bed, clutching his back.

Ahhh

Rubbing his eyes, Vihaan rose, annoyance etched on his face. However, his expression softened upon seeing tears welling up in Trisha's eyes. Her gaze drifted to his naked form, and despite her discomfort, desire flickered within her. Vihaan's smirk grew wider as he noticed her lingering glance.

His erection proudly stood, unaffected by the morning's chaos. "Want to suck, sweetheart?" he asked shamelessly, his voice husky.

Trisha's face flushed scarlet as she buried it in her palms. "Ohhh God, you're really become so shameless!" she exclaimed, mortified.

Vihaan chuckled, covering his lower body with a towel. His eyes sparkled with amusement, and his grin only widened as he took in Trisha's flustered state.

"

"I'm not interested in looking at you or doing anything," Trisha muttered, her voice laced with irritation and need. Her body ached all over, a testament to Vihaan's passionate lovemaking. "I just want to use the washroom," she added, her tone firm but weakened by her evident discomfort.

Vihaan merely chuckled, scooping her up in his arms and cradling her close. "Liar," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.

"You know because of you, how much pain I'm going through," Trisha retorted, annoyance etched on her face.

Vihaan's grin grew wider. "Us pyar mein mazaa hi kya, jis mein dard na ho, sweetheart?" he teased

"What's the pleasure in love if there's no pain?" He gently set her down on the toilet seat.

Trisha's eyes widened as she took in Vihaan's back, covered in red, painful nail marks. Her gaze darted to her own fingers, still clenched into fists. Shame and surprise mingled on her face.

"Look what you did to me," Vihaan said, his voice husky with amusement, as he turned to reveal the full extent of the scratches. Trisha's cheeks flushed deeper.



Despite her embarrassment, Trisha's eyes betrayed a flicker of desire. Vihaan noticed and smirked. "You marked me, my love," he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Trisha's face burned brighter, but she couldn't deny the possessiveness that had driven her to leave those marks. Vihaan's passion had awakened a fierce intensity within her.

Vihaan tenderly helped Trisha with every step, his hands cradling her as they stepped into the shower. Warm water cascaded down, soothing her sore muscles.

"

As he washed her back, Trisha's gaze drifted to the hickeys on his neck and chest. "You're marked," she whispered, her fingers tracing the bruises.

Vihaan chuckled. "Your work, sweetheart. You were fierce last night."

Trisha blushed, her face hidden against his chest. "You deserved it."

Under the shower, their bodies entwined, Vihaan's hands explored Trisha's curves. "You're still sore," he observed, his touch gentle.

Trisha nodded, her eyes locked on his. "You were rough."

Vihaan's smirk returned. "You loved it."

Trisha playfully rolled her eyes. "Maybe."

Vihaan's eyes sparkled with mischief as he pinned Trisha against the glass door, his lips crashing onto hers. Trisha's resistance melted away, and she kissed him back, her passion reigniting.

But Vihaan's control prevailed. He remembered her soreness, her pain. With a gentle tug, he broke the kiss.

Their bath together was a sensual, relaxing experience. Vihaan tenderly washed Trisha's hair, his fingers massaging her scalp. Trisha closed her eyes, letting out contented sighs.

As they finished bathing, Vihaan wrapped Trisha in a plush towel, his hands lingering on her skin.

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Shreyansh and Araya returned home, exhausted but happy, after a romantic night at the hostel. Araya was particularly drained, her energy spent from last night's lovemaking.

As they entered their home, Araya's family greeted her with warm wishes and blessings. "Happy birthday, beta!" Soumya

exclaimed.

Araya smiled, touching their feet for blessings. "Thank you, Mom, Dad."

Just then, her phone buzzed with incoming calls and messages. Trisha, Ashvi, Vihaan, Kunal, and Neha all wished her a happy birthday.

"Happy birthday, Ara!" Trisha chimed in.

"Happy birthday, bestie !" Ashvi echoed.

Vihaan's message flashed on the screen: "Happy birthday, sister

Kunal and Neha's joint message read: "Happy birthday, Araya! Have an amazing day "

Araya smiled, responding to each message with gratitude. "Thanks, guys! Love you all!"

Finally, she collapsed onto the bed, her eyelids drooping.

Shreyansh sat beside her, busy handling the final preparations for her birthday party tonight. He smiled, watching her sleep peacefully.

As Araya drifted off, Shreyansh continued coordinating with the party planners, ensuring every detail was perfect for his beloved's special day...

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As evening descended, the party preparations were in full swing. Araya was still in her room, getting ready, with Shreyansh by her side. Meanwhile, Ashvi and Yuvaan sat in the living room, surrounded by guests. Yuvaan held Ashvi close, his arms wrapped protectively around her.

"Are you fine now?" Yuvaan asked, concern etched on his face. Ashvi had been feverish that morning.

Ashvi smiled and nodded, her eyes sparkling. "I'm okay, don't worry."

Yuvaan's lips brushed against her forehead in a gentle kiss. His parents, seated nearby, smiled warmly at the tender moment.

Just then, Trisha, Neha, Kunal, and Vihaan arrived at the party, exchanging hugs and greetings. The room buzzed with excitement.

Shreyansh and Araya emerged, and the room fell silent. Araya stunned in a crimson red gown, her beauty captivating all.

"Birthday girl is here!" Vihaan exclaimed, rushing to hug his sister tightly. Guests and friends swarmed around, wishing Araya happy birthday and presenting gifts.

Kunal whispered in Shreyansh's ear, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I've bought something special to make this night unforgettable."

Shreyansh's eyes sparkled with intrigue, his smile hinting at shared secrets.

As the celebrations unfolded, Araya's face glowed with joy, surrounded by loved ones.

"Be careful, guys," Shreyansh whispered to Kunal and Vihaan, exchanging knowing glances. "Dad should not get to know about our drinking. He strictly told me not to drink, but you brought my favorite red wine."

Kunal smirked. "Just a little won't hurt." And I kept the bottle in your room we will drink after cake cutting " you know what I bring that drink in juice bottle so no one will notice

As the party guests began enjoying themselves, the music shifted to upbeat tunes, inviting couples to the dance floor. "Come, sweetheart, let's dance," Vihaan said, offering his hand to Trisha.

Trisha, stunning in a white dress, glared at him, her eyes flashing with warning. She was still sore from their previous night's escapades and walked with a subtle limp. But Vihaan wouldn't take no for an answer.

He pulled her close, his hands wrapping around her waist, and began moving slowly. Trisha's body relaxed into his, despite her initial resistance.

"I'm feeling like eating you tonight also , " Vihaan whispered in her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

Trisha bit back a smile, her voice laced with annoyance. "Haa, do it, so I can lay on bed whole week."

Vihaan chuckled, teasing her. "Okay, now you also give me permission?"

Trisha rolled her eyes, glancing up at him with mock irritation.

Meanwhile, Kunal and Neha swayed to the music, hands entwined, lost in each other's eyes. Ashvi and Yuvaan joined the dance floor, their love radiating as they moved in perfect harmony.

Araya excused herself, feeling a tad uneasy due to her heavy gown. "I'm coming back in a few minutes," she said, exchanging a reassuring glance with Shreyansh. He nodded, his eyes filled with understanding.

As she entered their room, Araya approached the dressing table, adjusting her gown's intricate lace and repositioning her jewelry. Despite her efforts, she couldn't shake off the lingering fatigue. She settled onto the bed, opening the small cupboard to retrieve her medication. A faint headache threatened to spoil her special night.

Her hand closed around a sleek bottle, hidden amidst her cosmetics. "Who kept this here?" she wondered, a smile spreading across her face. "Maybe Shreyansh forgot to give it to me amidst all the snacks he bought today." Assuming it was juice, Araya unscrewed the cap, releasing the rich aroma of red wine.

She raised the bottle to her lips, the crimson liquid glistening in the soft light. The first sip touched her tongue, and her eyes widened in surprise. The bold, fruity flavor danced on her palate, leaving a velvety smoothness.

Araya's expression transformed from curiosity to delight. She savored the taste, letting out a contented sigh. The wine's warmth spread through her, easing her fatigue.

With each sip, her senses relaxed, and her headache began to dissipate. The room's soft glow seemed to intensify, casting a romantic ambiance.

As the wine took hold, Araya's giggles intensified, and she rose from the bed, her eyes shining with merriment. "Today is my birthdayyyyy hahahahah!" she exclaimed, twirling like a carefree bird. She stumbled out of the room, her footsteps unsteady, and made her way towards the party.

As she descended the stairs, her vision began to blur, and she clutched the railing for support. "Wow, two Shreyanshs!" she chuckled, seeing double due to the wine's effects. "Two Vihaan bhaii hahahhha!" Her laughter echoed through the hallway.

Her gaze landed on the majestic cake, and she squealed with delight. "Two cakes!" Araya's eyes sparkled, and she carefully navigated the stairs, hiding her stumbling.

As she reached the bottom, her attention shifted to Shreyansh, seated amidst his friends and business partners. A radiant smile spread across her face. "Shreyanshh!" she called out, her voice husky.

Shreyansh's conversation halted, and he turned to face her. His eyes locked onto Araya's, and his expression softened. Neha, Trisha, and Ashvi's gazes followed, their faces filled with amusement.

The room fell silent, anticipation building. Araya's unsteady steps brought her closer to Shreyansh. Without warning, she plopped onto his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck.

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Chapter 80

Araya's bold move left everyone stunned as she sat on Shreyansh's lap, her eyes sparkling with merriment. The room fell silent, with all eyes fixed on the loving couple.

"I'm seeing two Shreyanshs!" Araya giggled, her finger wagging beside him. "One is here and another is here, hahahahah!" Her laughter echoed through the hallway.

Shreyansh's expression transformed from surprise to concern. He gently turned Araya's face towards him, his eyes scanning her flushed cheeks.

"Are you drunk?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Araya pouted, her lips curling into a playful smile. "No, I didn't! I just had the juice you bought for me and kept in our room's cupboard."

Kunal and Vihaan exchanged worried glances, their eyes widening in unison with Shreyansh's. "Maar gaye!! She drank the whole red wine! Oh no!" Vihaan exclaimed.

Shreyansh's gulp was audible as he processed the situation.

Araya's voice slurred, her words tumbling out in a drunken haze. "I want to tell you something, Shrey... I need you... I'm needy."

The room fell silent, with Neha and Ashvi stunned, Trisha bursting into laughter, and the other guests oblivious to the unfolding drama.

Shreyansh swiftly scooped Araya into his arms, cradling her like a child. "You guys manage here; I have to take her to the room. She's not in her senses."

He glanced at Vihaan, Yuvaan, kunal his best friend. "Handle the situation here."

Vihaan nodded, his expression serious. "Don't worry, bro.

Just then, Abhiansh and Soumya approached, having been engrossed in conversations with other guests. Noticing the commotion and Shreyansh rushing upstairs with Araya, Soumya's brow furrowed.

"What happened? Why is he taking her? It's time for cake cutting," Soumya asked, confusion etched on her face.

Kunal and Vihaan exchanged uneasy glances.

"There won't be cake cutting now, Aunty," Kunal hesitated.

Vihaan stepped in, explaining, "She accidentally got drunk, Uncle. Shreyansh took her to the room."

Soumya and Abhiansh exchanged surprised glances, unsure how to react.

"It wasn't her mistake," Kunal clarified. "We kept the red wine in Shreyansh's room, planning to drink after the party. She thought it was juice."

Vihaan added, "We're sorry, Uncle, Aunty."

Abhiansh and Soumya looked at their children, torn between concern and understanding. They had planned to enjoy the evening, and it wasn't anyone's fault Araya drank the wine by mistake.

Abhiansh sighed. "Don't know what to say, scold you or not. For now, handle the guests."

Soumya nodded. "Araya's not in a state to cut the cake. How can we continue the party?"

Abhiansh decided, "Tell the guests to have their meals and leave. We can't do anything about this now."

Vihaan nodded. "We'll take care of it, Uncle."

Kunal added, "We'll make sure everyone leaves after enjoying the party ."

As Soumya and Abhiansh nodded their heads with smile

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Araya snuggled in Shreyansh's arms, her eyes shining with adoration. She showered kisses on his neck, her lips tracing gentle patterns.

"You're so handsome, so much," she whispered, her voice husky.

Shreyansh chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He gently dropped her onto the bed, where she giggled and reached for the abandoned wine bottle.

"Shrey, you know this juice was amazing! I want to drink more. Order for me," she said, holding up the red wine bottle.

Shreyansh's expression turned stern. "No, jaan. It's not good for you."

He took the bottle from her hand and discarded it in the trash. Araya's face darkened, her eyes flashing with anger.

"I want more!" she insisted, pouting.

Shreyansh's calm demeanor remained unwavering. "No, Araya. It's not good for your health."

Araya's lower lip jutted out. "No more, and change your clothes, and sleep," Shreyansh instructed, unzipping her gown.

Araya's gaze sparkled with mischief. "Okay, no... but I can have you, na?"

Shreyansh's eyes widened in surprise at her boldness.

"No, you're drunk," he said firmly. "And you're still in pain from last night. Remember, you told me so? Just keep quiet and sleep. In the morning, I'll give you a big surprise."

Araya's curiosity piqued, she sat up, her legs wrapped around his. She took his hand, playing with his fingers.

"What surprise? Tell me now," she coaxed.

Shreyansh's resolve weakened. "No, jaan. Sleep na. I'll tell you in the morning. If I tell you now, you won't remember anything."

Araya's eyes sparkled. "No, I will remember. My memory is very sharp now. Tell me what surprise."

Shreyansh's lips brushed against her cheeks. "No, my love."

But Araya's persistence wore him down. He rose, disappearing into his secret room. Returning with papers in hand, his eyes shone with excitement.

"Okay, jaan. But promise me you'll sleep after this."

Araya's nod was enthusiastic. Shreyansh's smile spread, his heart overflowing with love.

"Here, look at this," he said, unfolding the papers.

As Araya's eyes scanned the documents, her face illuminated with wonder.

"What is this, Shrey?" she whispered.

"Open it," Shreyansh said, his eyes sparkling with excitement, his face radiating warmth.

Araya's hands trembled with anticipation as she cheerfully grabbed the papers. Unfolding them, her gaze scanned the documents, and her eyes widened in astonishment.

As she read, the wine's haze began to clear, replaced by shock, emotion, and gratitude. Tears gathered in her eyes, threatening to spill. Her lips trembled, and her body shivered.

The papers revealed Shreyansh's extraordinary gesture - he had bought numerous lands to build an orphanage, school, hospital, and community center in her mother's name, Sarojini Maheshwari Memorial Foundation. Moreover, he was establishing an NGO, a health organization dedicated to her mother's memory, focusing on women's empowerment, education, and healthcare.

Araya's tear-filled eyes met Shreyansh's, her face a picture of disbelief. "Shrey...," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Shreyansh's expression softened, his eyes filled with love, compassion, and understanding. He knew the depth of Araya's pain and her mother death

As Araya's tears continued to flow, as Shreyansh's thought

she blamed herself for her mother death till 26 years. Spend her life without her mother's love. She never had a mother's embrace, nor a father's guidance. But Shreyansh knew how much she loved her mother, even without memories of her. He had heard stories from her which hwr grandfather told her as araya used to share it with him as well as , tales that revealed the depth of Araya's longing.

Shreyansh's surprise birthday gift was a testament to his love and understanding. "You did this for my mother," Araya sobbed, her eyes fixed on the papers.

"Our mother," Shreyansh corrected, pulling her into his lap. "This is our tribute to her."

Araya's gaze returned to the documents, her eyes scanning the details. "Work has already started," Shreyansh said. "Everything will be completed within a month. The orphanage, hospital, and community center will be ready to serve those in need."

Araya's voice trembled. "It's too much, so much. You did so much. Maa, Papa, what will they think if they get to know about this? I mean, you didn't buy just one land, but so many. You spent millions of rupees."

Shreyansh's expression softened. "Hey, no one says anything. It's my earning, and I didn't take a single rupee from anyone. It's mine, only mine, and I can do anything for my wife's happiness."

As he wiped her tears, Araya hugged him tightly, sobbing uncontrollably. "You are so good, the best. I am so bad, I hurt you so much, but you are..."

Shreyansh's lips brushed against hers, silencing her words. "No, Jaana, I won't tolerate any words against you, not even from you."

Their kiss deepened, and Araya lost herself in his love.

As they broke apart, Araya's voice whispered, "Now I am also earning, so I will give you your money back, little by little."

Shreyansh's expression turned stern, his eyes narrowing. "What's mine, what's yours? It's ours, our money. I spent it for our happiness. Stop talking nonsense."

Araya gulped, her gaze dropping. Shreyansh's words wrapped around her heart, a gentle reminder of their unity.

"No more talk of repayment, Jaana," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "We're one, and our love knows no bounds."

As Araya wiped her tears, her body trembled, still reeling from the effects of the wine. Yet, in that vulnerable state, she was overcome with memories of her past mistakes. Seeing Shreyansh's unwavering love and devotion, she felt unworthy, her heart heavy with gratitude.

She snuggled deeper into his lap, circling her legs around his waist, and buried her face in his chest. The warmth of his body enveloped her, and she felt safe, protected.

"You know, you're really good," she slurred, her voice laced with emotion. "You forgive me, even after all the mistakes I made. You love me like... like I'm the only one who matters. You played every role for me, loving me unconditionally. And I... I always hurt you. I'm so stupid. I hate myself..."

Her words trailed off, and Shreyansh's grip on her tightened. He sensed the depth of her emotions, the weight of her regrets.

"I hate myself for thinking of leaving you after getting pregnant," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Shreyansh's eyes widened, shock etched on his face. He gently pulled her away, his hands cradling her face, and made her look at him. Araya's eyes, teary and guilty, met his.

"What did you say?" he asked, his tone stern, laced with concern.

Araya's gaze dropped, fear creeping into her heart. "Humm, don't get angry, please listen to me first," she pleaded.

Shreyansh's expression softened slightly, encouraging her to continue.

"Yes, I thought... when I discovered Vivek's truth and my father's true nature... and my love for you... I was angry with myself, too. I didn't feel worthy of your love, but I couldn't live without you. I knew that, but I also wanted your happiness. I wanted something, someone, to remind me of you, a part of you with me... your memories. I thought... but I swear, the next day, I hated myself for letting those thoughts enter my mind. I swear, I don't think like that now. That was a past feeling. Now, I have only love, and I want to stay with you, take my last breath in your arms. I want to have children, play, and grow with you."

Her voice cracked, emotion overwhelming her. Shreyansh's face reflected his turmoil - shock, concern, anger and, above all, love.

", why didn't you tell me before ?" he asked, his voice cold .

Araya's eyes welled up with tears. "I was scared, ashamed. I didn't want to lose you. But I swear, I've changed. I'll never think of leaving you again." I am sorry "

Araya's tears flowed uncontrollably as she pleaded, her drunken voice laced with desperation. "I'm sorry, Shreyansh, please, just this last time. After that, I promise I won't hide anything from you, won't lie to you, and won't let the thought of leaving you cross my mind again."

She swayed forward, attempting to wrap her arms around him, but Shreyansh stepped back, his eyes blazing with anger and hurt. The revelation of her past thoughts cut deep.

"Please, believe me," Araya sobbed, her voice cracking. "I am changed."

Shreyansh's expression remained unyielding, his jaw clenched. Araya's guilt-ridden eyes met his, and she knew she had caused irreparable pain.

"I know I hurt you so much," she whispered, her hand grasping for his. "You can punish me. I deserve it."

Shreyansh's gaze narrowed, his voice low and even. "You're right, you hurt me deeply. For that, you deserve punishment."

Araya's eyes widened as Shreyansh's words hung in the air. With a smirk, he began unbuttoning his shirt, his movements deliberate.

"Give it to me," she stammered, her voice barely audible.

As he throw his shirt on bed and pulled her closer

" What are you doing " she asked in nervousness

Shreyansh's eyes locked onto hers, his voice cold. "Getting ready to punish you."

Araya's gulp was audible as her drunken eyes fixed on his chest

As Araya's gaze dropped, surrendering to Shreyansh's will, he pushed her onto the bed, his movements swift and commanding. She felt the softness envelop her as she fell, her body yielding to his dominance. Shreyansh's frame caged her, his weight pinning her down, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and passion.

"How dare you think of leaving me?" he asked, his voice low and menacing, his fingers grasping her jaw tightly. Araya winced, pain shooting through her face, but she remained silent, her eyes cast downward.

Shreyansh's lips descended upon her neck, nuzzling, biting, and sucking, sending shivers down her spine. Araya's hands clenched the bedsheet, her fingers trembling as she whispered, "Sorry, I am really sorry."

Her voice barely audible, her eyes closed, and her body trembled beneath his. Shreyansh's anger still simmered, but her submission and apology slowly chipped away at his resolve.

As he continued to claim her neck and cleavage, his lips leaving marks of possession, Araya's body began to relax. Her breathing slowed, and her limbs grew limp. Suddenly, a soft snore escaped her lips, and Shreyansh realized she had drifted off to sleep.

He groaned, his anger still simmering, his mind reeling with the thought of her considering leaving him after getting pregnant. The pain and betrayal still lingered, but as he gazed at her peaceful face, his heart began to soften.

He couldn't help but feel angry, yet he knew Araya's guilt and remorse were genuine. Her sleep-filled voice still echoed in his mind, "Sorry, I am really sorry." Shreyansh's grip on her jaw eased, his fingers tracing her jawline instead.

As he lay beside her, his eyes never leaving her face, he struggled to reconcile his emotions.

No sooner had he fallen asleep than his mind began racing with countless thoughts.

_________

As morning dawned, Shreyansh prepared for office, his movements swift and efficient. Araya, still reclining in bed, slowly opened her eyes, greeted by a pounding headache courtesy of last night's drinks. She winced, rubbing her forehead.

As she sat up, her gaze drifted to the clock, and her eyes widened – it was already 10 am. She threw off the covers and rushed to get ready, her mind foggy.

"You should have woken me up; I also have to go to the office," Araya said, still oblivious to the previous night's events.

Shreyansh's silence was unnerving, and Araya sensed something amiss. She approached him, standing before him as he combed his hair.

"Shreyansh, what happened?" she asked, her brow furrowed.

Memories of getting drunk and sitting on his lap flooded back, but she couldn't recall anything else.

"Are you angry with me because I got drunk and sat on your lap in front of the guests? Did I embarrass you? If I did, I'm sorry," Araya said, her hand reaching for his.

However, Shreyansh withdrew his hand, his expression unreadable.

"No, I'm not angry, and you didn't embarrass me," he replied calmly. "You're my wife; you have every right to be with me, to sit, kiss, or do anything. I don't care."

Araya's confusion deepened. "Then why are you looking upset? Tell me, did I do something wrong?"

Her eyes scanned the room, landing on a paper on the table. Shreyansh swiftly grabbed it and handed it to her.

"I guess you forgot everything, but it's okay. Here's your birthday gift from me," he said with a weak smile.

Araya's eyes widened as she unfolded the paper, revealing the documents detailing Shreyansh's surprise gift – the orphanage, hospital, and community center in her mother's name.

As Araya's eyes scanned the documents, memories of the previous night flooded back – her confession, her thoughts of leaving him, and their emotional conversation. Guilt washed over her, threatening to consume her.

"Thank you so much," she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes fixed on the papers.

Shreyansh's smile was fleeting, his voice taking on a cold tone. "I already told you last night, there's no need for thank you. I hope now you remember everything."

Araya's gaze met his, her eyes welling up with tears. She knew she had hurt him deeply.

"I am sorry, na," she pleaded, her voice cracking. "It's all in the past. I swear, that time nothing was good between us, and that's why those thoughts entered my mind. I am sorry."

She grabbed his hand, her fingers intertwining with his, seeking forgiveness.

"Please, I know I'm not the girl who deserves you. I'm not worthy of you, but I will become. I promise to change, to never hurt you again. I'm ashamed of myself."

Araya's words spilled out in a desperate bid for redemption. She felt unworthy, knowing she had wounded Shreyansh's love.

Shreyansh's expression remained stoic, his eyes searching hers. Araya's grip on his hand tightened.

"I swear on my love for you, Shreyansh, I'll make it right. I'll prove myself worthy of your love. Forgive me this time, please."

Tears streamed down her face as she awaited his response, her heart hanging in the balance.

Shreyansh's silence stretched, his chest rising and falling with each breath. Finally, his gaze softened, and he spoke.

"Don't you dare say this again," Shreyansh warned, his tone cold, yet laced with underlying emotion. "You really enjoy testing my patience, don't you? You're worthy of everything, and you're the only girl God made for me. But, ya, one thing is true – God forgot to put sense in that beautiful head of yours, and that's why you do these stupid things and let these thoughts consume you."

Araya pouted, hurt by his words, and wrapped her arms around him, seeking comfort. However, Shreyansh remained unyielding, his arms at his sides.

"Forgive me, na," she pleaded, her voice soft.

Shreyansh rolled his eyes, prepared to leave, but Araya pushed him against the wall, her eyes flashing annoyance.

"You're not allowed to leave now. First, forgive me," she demanded.

Shreyansh's gaze drifted away, but Araya grasped his collar, pulling him back. Her lips crashed onto his, kissing him with urgency, biting his lip. Shreyansh's smirk hinted at his growing desire.

Undeterred by his lack of response, Araya continued kissing him, her hunger evident. Her hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning it with haste. She pushed him onto the chair and swiftly unbuckled his belt.

"I'm getting late for office," Shreyansh protested.

Araya's reply was defiant. "I don't care. You're not leaving till you forgive me, and I earn my forgiveness."

With that, she removed every shred of clothing from his body, her own layers following suit. She straddled him, taking his hardness into her wet core, and moaned, "Ahhh."

Shreyansh's resolve crumbled as he lost himself in her bold, passionate acts. Araya bounced on him, her movements soft, yet deliberate.

"Tell me,  what more should I do for you to forgive me?" she asked.

Her gaze locked onto his, searching for answers. Shreyansh's eyes burn with desire

Shreyansh's hands instinctively wrapped around her waist, pulling her deeper.

"Keep going," he whispered. "Show me how sorry you are."

Araya's nails dug deep into Shreyansh's shoulders as he grasped her hips, his fingers bruising her skin. He slammed into her, his movements fierce and unrelenting. "Ahhh, Shreyansh!" she moaned, struggling to maintain her balance.

Shreyansh's smirk grew wider as he pinned her against the table, his thrusts intensifying. Araya's eyes fluttered closed, her body surrendering to his dominance.

Just as they were lost in their passion, a knock at the door shattered the moment. Yuvaan's voice echoed through the door, "Bhaii, bhabhi, come out! Everyone is waiting for you."

Araya's eyes snapped open, her face flushing with panic. She clamped her hand over her mouth, desperate to stifle her moans.

"Slow down, Shreyansh," she pleaded, her voice barely audible.

But Shreyansh only accelerated his pace, his grip on her hips tightening. "Reply to Yuvaan, wife," he whispered, removing her hand from her mouth.

Araya's panic deepened as she bit her lip, struggling to contain her cries of pleasure.

"Ajjhh..." she moaned, her voice muffled.

Yuvaan's voice came again, "Bhaii, bhabhi!"

Araya gathered her wits, her voice trembling. "We... are... coming, Yuvaan. You... go."

Shreyansh's smirk never wavered, his eyes gleaming with amusement at her struggles.

Yuvaan's concern seeped through the door. "What happened, bhabhi? Are you okay?"

Araya's face burned, her voice strained. "I... I'm fine, Yuvaan. Just... just give us a minute."

Shreyansh's thrusts slowed, but his grip remained firm. "Tell him we'll be out soon," he whispered.

Araya's eyes flashed anger, but she knew she couldn't defy him. "We'll... be out soon, Yuvaan."

The silence outside the door hinted at Yuvaan's confusion. Finally, his voice came, "Okay, bhabhi. But hurry up."

As Yuvaan's footsteps faded, Shreyansh's pace quickened once more. Araya's moans grew louder, her body trembling on the brink of release.

Shreyansh's whisper sent shivers down her spine. "Come for me, Jaana. Let go."

Araya's body surrendered to Shreyansh's demands, her climax crashing over her like a tidal wave. She bit her lip, stifling her cries as Shreyansh followed suit, his release merging with hers.

As they caught their breath, Araya's gaze locked onto Shreyansh's, her eyes blazing with a mix of frustration and desire.

As Araya hugged Shreyansh tightly, taking deep breaths to calm her racing heart, he enveloped her in his arms, lifting her off the ground and carrying her toward the bathroom. The warm glow of the bathroom lights wrapped around them, a haven from the turmoil of emotions.

Under the shower's gentle cascade, Shreyansh stood tall, his powerful frame shielding Araya from the world. Water droplets danced across his chiseled features, accentuating the intensity in his eyes.

"Did you forgive me?" Araya asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes searching for reassurance.

Shreyansh's smirk returned, his lips curling upward. "What if I say no? What will you do now?" he teased, his voice low and husky.

Araya's gaze dropped, nervousness gripping her heart. She felt tiny, vulnerable, and utterly dependent on his mercy.

"Anything you want," she replied, her voice trembling.

Shreyansh's eyes darkened, his expression turning serious. He trapped her between his massive frame and the wall.

"Nothing, Jaana. I can't stay angry with you for long. I'm forgiving you this time, but if you think something stupid and do something stupid again... I swear, I'll never forgive you. Even if you do anything, I will never be yours again," Shreyansh warned.

Tears streaming down her face, Araya nodded vigorously, her hug tightening.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Thank you so much for everything – for giving me yourself, the best family, best brothers, best parents. Thanks for accepting me even after I wronged you, and a huge thanks for that amazing birthday gift. It's so incredible and special, just like you."

Shreyansh's expression softened, his eyes warm.

"I'd do anything for you, Jaana. You're my wife, my everything," he whispered.

As they stood under the shower's soothing warmth, Shreyansh's lips brushed against Araya's hair.

Their love, tested by fire, emerged stronger, a beacon guiding them through life's challenges.

As they showered together, their bodies entwined, Araya felt safe, cherished, and forgiven. Shreyansh's love enveloped her, washing away her fears and doubts.

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Araya stood poised, her stunning purple saree accentuating her elegance, but her mind was elsewhere. As she secured the final pin in her hair, her thoughts swirled around the previous night's events, her eyes clouded with worry.

Shreyansh approached her, his presence calming, and asked, "What's troubling you, Jaana? What's on your mind?"

Araya's gaze dropped, her lips trembling as she bit them. She handed him the sindoor box, and he gently applied the vermilion powder to her hair partition, his touch soothing.

As he did, Araya's emotions overflowed. "After getting drunk, I spoiled everything... What were the guests thinking? And Maa, Papa... I can't face them. I got drunk on my birthday; I ruined my party," she confessed, her voice cracking.

Her words tumbled out in anguish as she sat on the bed, Shreyansh joining her, his comforting presence enveloping her.

Shreyansh took her hand, his eyes filled with understanding. "Not at all, sweetheart. No one is embarrassed because of you. You drank accidentally, and it wasn't your fault. The birthday party didn't spoil; it went well. Everyone enjoyed themselves."

He explained, "It was  mine ,  Kunal and Vihaan's mistake. , and you drank it accidentally. So, chill, and let's go downstairs."

However, Araya hesitated, her grip on his hand tightening. "I'm ashamed... I don't want to face them. I made a scene in front of everyone."

When Araya refused to budge, Shreyansh asked, "Will you stay in the room forever?"

Araya's face fell,   "I don't know... I just can't."

As they descended the stairs, Araya's anxiety grew, her heart racing with every step. Shreyansh's reassuring hand enveloped hers, calming her nerves. "Just calm down, Jaan, come," he whispered.

As they entered the living room, Araya's eyes scanned the space, filled with familiar faces: Kunal, Neha, Vihaan, Trisha, Ashvi, and, most dauntingly, her in-laws, Soumya and Abhiansh. Neha and Trisha exchanged knowing glances, their smirks and teasing smiles making Araya's cheeks flush.

Vihaan broke the silence. "We all had breakfast hours ago; it's already afternoon. We sent food to your room, but you didn't open the door."

Shreyansh nodded, while Araya stood frozen, feeling the weight of everyone's gaze, especially Abhiansh and Soumya's strong stare.

Araya's eyes dropped, her face burning. She clutched Shreyansh's hand tighter. "I told na, see Maa, Papa is angry," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Just then, the room erupted into laughter. Shreyansh's grip on her hand tightened.

"I said na, Araya will get scared! See how her face turned!" Trisha guffawed, holding her stomach.

Kunal chimed in, "She thinks Uncle and Aunty are angry with her!"

Araya's shocked gaze swept the room, her pout deepening. "Everyone's teasing me!" she exclaimed.

Abhiansh intervened, his authoritative voice calming the room. "Enough, guys. You've already troubled my daughter enough."

He rose from his seat and approached Araya. "I'm sorry, dad, I drank accidentally..." she began.

Abhiansh cut her off. "We know, beta. Don't need to say sorry. It's all your husband's, brother's, and brother-in-law's mistakes," he said, glaring at Shreyansh, Vihaan, and Kunal.

The trio looked down, sheepish.

Trisha snickered. "She's still scared!"

Abhiansh's stern gaze silenced her. "Thank you, Papa," Araya said, relief washing over her as she hugged him.

Abhiansh hugged her back and kissed her forehead. "I thought I'd give you your birthday gift in the evening, but then you... well, here it is."

He handed her a beautifully wrapped box.

Araya hesitated. "What is it, Papa? You've already given me so much."

Abhiansh's eyes twinkled. "Open it."

As Araya unwrapped the gift, her eyes widened. Inside, she found:

"A stunning 24-carat gold and diamond-encrusted necklace,

To my beloved daughter,

Forever in my heart,

Forever my shining star.

Love, Papa

Tears of joy filled Araya's eyes. "Papa, this is... breathtaking!"

Abhiansh smiled. "I'm glad you like it, beta. You deserve  world

After Abhiansh's heartfelt gift, Soumya stepped forward, a warm smile on her face. "Beta, I got you something special too."

She handed Araya a beautifully wrapped box. Araya's eyes sparkled as she unwrapped the gift, revealing:

"A gorgeous emerald and diamond-studded bracelet,

To my lovely daughter ,

Wishing you eternal happiness and love.

Soumya

Tears of gratitude filled Araya's eyes. "Maa, this is stunning! Thank you!"

Next, Kunal and Neha approached Araya, mischievous grins on their faces.

"Hey, birthday girl! We got you something special," Kunal said.

Neha chimed in, "We hope you'll love it!"

They handed Araya a sleek, black box. Inside, she found:

"A state-of-the-art, limited-edition smartwatch, with a personalized message:

To Araya, the queen of our hearts, our friend  and sister

Stay fabulous, stay fearless.

Kunal & Neha

Yuvaan and Ashvi ,  stepped forward, a bright smile on his face. "Bhabhi, we got you something special."

He handed Araya a beautifully wrapped box. Araya's eyes sparkled as she unwrapped the gift, revealing:

"A stunning, customized diamond and sapphire necklace,

. "Yuvaan,  and Ahsvi , this is breathtaking! Thank you, " Araya said hugging them as Prisha gifted her a watch as jhanvi gifted her

A pair of earrings

"Thank you so much  " Araya said hugging prisha and Jhanvi

As the gift-giving ceremony drew to a close, Vihaan and Trisha made their final move. Trisha placed a big box in front of Araya, and as she lifted the lid, a stunning pair of handbags lay before her. "Wow!" Araya exclaimed, her eyes widening with delight.

Vihaan then stepped forward, a small box in his hand. Araya's gaze locked onto his, her smile radiating anticipation. As she opened the box, her eyes widened in shock. Inside, a beautifully restored locket lay nestled, its intricate details sparkling.

"Bhaiii... how?" Araya's words caught in her throat, her voice trembling. Tears of joy brimmed in her eyes as she gazed at Vihaan, then Shreyansh, and back again.

Vihaan's smile hinted at the significance of the gift. "You don't know what you've given me, bhaii. This is so special... I found it everywhere but couldn't find it anywhere. I was so sad when I lost it; I thought I'd never get my locket back, but you made it..." Araya's voice cracked as she whispered.

The locket had belonged to her mother, a treasured family heirloom. Vihaan had found it at the place where Vivek had kidnapped her, broken and forgotten. He had painstakingly restored it, waiting for the perfect moment to return it to Araya.

As Araya hugged Vihaan tightly, tears streaming down her face, Vihaan whispered, "I fixed it, and added some creativity.

The room filled with warmth as everyone smiled, witnessing the emotional reunion.

However, Shreyansh wasn't ready to concede. "But still, my wife likes my gift more," he said, a playful glint in his eye.

Kunal chuckled, "Looks like there's competition between Shreyansh and Vihaan!"

Vihaan countered, "No, she likes my gift more. Ask her, Araya, you liked my gift, didn't you?"

Shreyansh pulled Araya into his arms, "No, she likes mine. Tell him, Jaana."

Araya's eyes darted between the two, shocked by their childish behavior. "Stop, guys!"

Abhiansh intervened, his authoritative voice calming the room. "Stop behaving like children and troubling my daughter. Let her eat something."

Soumya added, her eyes sparkling with amusement, "Yes,

Kunal chuckled, "Yes, please, Aunty  give them a slap or  good beat  ."

Vihaan and Shreyansh exchanged mock-glaring looks, their faces flushing.

As the room erupted into laughter, Araya sought refuge in Abhiansh and Soumya's loving arms.

As Araya hugged Abhiansh and Soumya tightly, the rest of the family joined in, enveloping her in a warm, loving embrace.

"Thank you so much, everyone, for these amazing gifts. Each one is special to me," Araya said, her voice filled with emotion.

"I love you all," she whispered, tears of joy shining in her eyes.

The room resonated with love and happiness as the family hugged, their hearts filled with gratitude.

"We love you too, " everyone screamed with laughter like a happy family

"

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As the afternoon sun cast a warm glow, the family gathered around the table once more, replete with delicious food and lively conversation. Shreyansh glanced at Vihaan and Yuvaan, his expression hinting at the passing time.

"We're already running late, and I thought you both had left for the office," Shreyansh said, pushing his chair back, preparing to rise.

However, Abhiansh's authoritative voice halted him. "No one is going to the office today, beta."

Shreyansh's eyebrows arched in surprise. "But, Papa..."

Abhiansh's warm smile reassured him. "I've already spoken to Akhil, and he'll handle the office work for the next 20 days. We've discussed this with Panditji, and he's confirmed an auspicious date for the wedding in 20 days."

The room fell silent, with all eyes fixed on Abhiansh. "I've planned all the functions, and we'll begin the preparations immediately. Today, you all will go shopping for the wedding. I've informed the top designers and shop owners about your visit, and they'll ensure you find the perfect attire."

Abhiansh's eyes twinkled. "I've booked a beautiful palace in Jaipur for the wedding. We'll leave in four days. It's going to be a grand celebration, and I want everything to be perfect for my  children special day."

The room erupted into a flurry of excited chatter,

Trisha's eyes sparkled like diamonds as she jumped up from her seat, her face radiant with excitement. "Wow, in 20 days, our wedding! Wow!" she squealed, throwing her arms around Vihaan's neck, hugging him tightly. Her voice trembled with joy, and her smile lit up the entire room.

Vihaan chuckled, wrapping his arms around Trisha, lifting her off the ground as they twirled around the room, lost in their own little world of happiness.

As they hugged, the room was filled with the warmth of love and excitement. Everyone smiled, knowing that in just 20 days, four weddings would bring eight hearts together - Araya and Shreyansh, Trisha and Vihaan, Neha and Kunal, and Ashvi and  yuvaan .

Abhiansh's warm voice cut through the excitement. "Get ready quickly, everyone! I already informed Neha's parents and Raghav; they all are going to come here to join us in shopping."

The room erupted into a flurry of activity as everyone nodded their heads in agreement, eager to begin the preparations. The air was electric with anticipation, love, and joy, as the family embarked on this new journey together.

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As the excitement reached its peak, everyone settled into their respective cars, each couple snuggled up together, eager to begin their shopping adventure. The convoy of luxury cars glided smoothly through the city streets, finally coming to a halt in front of an imposing, upscale mall. The gleaming glass façade seemed to stretch up to the sky, its entrance flanked by liveried security personnel who sprang into action as the cars pulled up.

The security team, accustomed to catering to the family's high-profile status, swiftly moved into position, discreetly forming a protective cordon around the group as they stepped out of their vehicles. Abhiansh, the patriarch, led the way, followed by Soumya, Araya, and Shreyansh, with Trisha and Vihaan, Neha and Kunal, and Ashvi and  yuvaan close behind.

As they entered the mall, they were immediately whisked away to the exclusive VIP sections, where personalized shopping assistants and sales representatives greeted them with warm smiles. The store's finest collections had been carefully curated and laid out in advance, ensuring that the family had access to the crème de la crème of designer wear.

The sales team, well-versed in the family's preferences and tastes, welcomed them with offers of champagne and canapés, creating a luxurious ambiance that made the shopping experience feel like a bespoke indulgence. The VIP lounge, adorned with plush furnishings and soft music, provided the perfect setting for the family to relax and enjoy the personalized shopping experience.

Araya's eyes widened as she scanned the racks, overflowing with exquisite bridal wear from top designers. Trisha squealed with delight, rushing to examine the rows of stunning lehengas and gowns. Neha and Ashvi chattered excitedly, poring over the intricate jewelry displays, while Kunal and Yuvaan  browsed the tailored suits and accessories.

Vihaan and Shreyansh, ever the doting partners, offered their opinions and advice, ensuring their brides-to-be felt like royalty. Abhiansh and Soumya beamed with pride, watching their children indulge in the ultimate shopping experience. As the afternoon unfolded, the family's laughter and chatter filled the VIP lounge, creating unforgettable memories amidst the opulence and glamour of the luxury mall.

As the shopping extravaganza continued, Yuvaan, Shreyansh, Vihaan, and Kunal took on the role of doting grooms, assisting their brides-to-be in selecting the perfect attire for the upcoming wedding festivities. The atmosphere was electric with laughter and excitement as they helped Araya, Trisha, Neha, and Ashvi navigate the vast array of designer wear.

Yuvaan carefully examined each outfit, offering his expert opinion to Ashvi, who giggled as he pretended to be a fashion critic. Shreyansh, meanwhile, was completely enamored with Araya, admiring her in every dress she tried on, his eyes shining with adoration.

Vihaan and Trisha were having the time of their lives, playfully arguing over which lehenga suited her best. "This one, baby, you look stunning!" Vihaan exclaimed, holding up a gorgeous red ensemble. Trisha teased him, "Oh, you just want me to wear red because it matches your favorite color!"

Kunal and Neha worked in perfect tandem, their banter and laughter filling the air as they browsed through the racks. "Kunal, what do you think of this one?" Neha asked, modeling a beautiful gold and cream-colored sari. Kunal's eyes widened, "Wow, you look like a goddess! But let's try something even better." Neha playfully rolled her eyes, "You're impossible!"

As the couples tried on outfits, the sales team and assistants were on hand to offer expert advice, ensuring that every look was perfected.

Abhiansh and Soumya ,   and Neha parents  watched their children with pride, happy to see them so carefree and in love. "This is what happiness looks like," Abhiansh said, smiling at Soumya.

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As the family finished their shopping and began to exit the mall, Trisha's gaze wandered to a nearby display case. Her eyes landed on a beautiful, intricately designed couple's bracelet, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to it. The sales associate noticed her interest and smiled, "Ma'am, would you like to try it on? Shall I pack it for you?" he asked.

Trisha hesitated, wondering if Vihaan would wear it with her or think it was just a silly thing. She couldn't help but imagine how adorable they would look together, wearing matching heart-shaped bracelets. Her fingers instinctively reached out to touch the delicate chain, and she felt a flutter in her chest.

Just as she was about to shake her head and walk away, she heard a familiar voice behind her. "Here's my card, we'll take it," Vihaan said, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. Trisha turned to find him standing behind her, a warm smile spreading across his face.

Vihaan gently took the bracelet from the sales associate and approached Trisha. He carefully fastened one half of the heart-shaped pendant around her wrist, and then put on the other half himself. As their hands touched, Trisha felt a spark of electricity run through her body.

The bracelet was designed to be worn by two people, with each half forming a complete heart when they were together. Vihaan's eyes locked onto hers, and he whispered, "When we're together, it becomes one." Trisha's heart skipped a beat as she gazed at the beautiful symbol of their love.

She giggled, feeling a little shy, "I thought you wouldn't like these types of things..." Vihaan's expression softened, and he replied, "I like doing everything with you, every silly thing. You make even the most mundane moments special, Trisha." His voice was filled with emotion, and his eyes shone with love.