Mishti saw everything.
The hunger in his touch. The way his face softened and hardened all at once. His eyes shut tight, his focus absolute, as though the rest of the world had ceased to exist the moment hismouth met her skin. He looked undone, and frighteningly close to losing himself in her.
It felt unbearably intimate to witness him like this. To watch what he was doing to her while feeling every second of it at the same time.
When his fingers moved to the buttons of her shirt, Mishti’s breathing instantly lost its rhythm. Standing behind her, he gently guided her hands down to her sides, positioning her exactly where he wanted her, both of them holding each other’s gaze through the mirror. One button came undone, then another. Each soft click echoed loudly in the thick silence of the room.
She did not look away. Even when his knuckles brushed her bare skin beneath the fabric, she held his eyes, refusing to flinch. The silence around them was so suffocating that she could hear his uneven breathing close to her ear. Her knees threatened to buckle when he undid the last button and the shirt parted, the lapels falling open to either side. She had never stood this exposed before him, never with this kind of boldness, never while still meeting his gaze so openly.
The moment he slid the shirt off her shoulders, she turned around abruptly and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, clinging to him. Karan smiled softly at her instinctive shyness. But it lasted only a heartbeat.
The next instant, he lifted her, guiding her back toward the bed. He settled her there, making her lie down and watch him as he began to unbutton his own shirt. He did it slowly, almost lazily, his eyes roaming over her body as she lay waiting for him, restless, her gaze heavy and dark with want. She watched every movement, aching for him to come back to her, for his mouth to find her skin again.
But Karan took his time, turning merciless to her desperation. Mishti pressed her legs together, shifting slightly,rubbing them in frustration at his deliberate slowness. Control had always been something Karan mastered too well, and tonight he exerted it without apology, making her wait, making her ache, tempting her to ask him to hurry.
But she didn’t.
If he had learned control, she still had enough patience left to endure it. And besides, the sight of her husband,her Karan,undressing for her, was something she had only ever allowed herself to dream. Tonight, finally, that dream was unfolding right in front of her.
Karan unzipped his pants just as slowly, and Mishti’s gaze dropped to the movement without her even realising it. When he pushed them down, her lips parted on their own, and she swallowed, lifting herself slightly on her elbows, bold without meaning to be. He noticed it. The moment he saw her staring at his boxer briefs, biting her lower lip in open wonder, his restraint snapped again.
He kicked them off and gathered her into his arms, bringing her fully onto the bed. Hovering over her, he paused as she looked up at him with wide eyes fixed on his face. Her palms moved over his abs without thought as he lowered his mouth to hers again.
Karan’s hands slid behind her back, fingers finding the clasp of her bra. In one swift motion, he unclasped it, slid it off her shoulders, and tossed it aside.
It happened so fast that Mishti barely had time to register it before his mouth closed over her soft breast, his other hand cupping and squeezing the weight of the other. Her breath came out in a deep, broken gasp as she tugged at his hair, his name leaving her lips like a prayer.
For the next few minutes, she drifted somewhere else entirely again. Karan’s mouth moved over her, drawing sounds from her that felt too intimate, too raw to exist outside thismoment. When he finally lifted his mouth from her aching breasts, it was only to claim her lips again. Their bodies pressed hard together as they kissed, giving each other everything they had.
Then she felt it. His fingers traced a slow path down her stomach, from her navel to the edge of her panties, before slipping inside. She gasped into his mouth when he touched her there. Mishti was acutely aware of how wet she already was, and the moment his fingers slid into that heat, feeling it, spreading it, coating himself with it, an instinctive urge to hide washed over her.
But there was nowhere to go. Not from Karan. Not anymore.
Karan stripped away the last piece of silk from her body before his rough fingers returned to tease her relentlessly. She was so lost in the sensation of his fingers there that she barely registered the word he murmured against her ear. It sounded likespread, and she obeyed without hesitation, her legs parting instinctively, giving him every access he wanted.
A soft whimper slipped from her lips as he moved lower, his mouth replacing his fingers so seamlessly that she could not tell when one stopped and the other began. Mishti dragged in a sharp breath, embarrassment crashing over her even as pleasure took over. He pulled back briefly, pressing kisses along her thighs, before returning to her core and working her up again with his mouth.
“Karan…” she panted, desperate, aching for more.
He hummed in response, unhurried, his tongue moving leisurely over every inch of her sensitive skin. Her thoughts scattered as her head began to spin, white-hot pleasure tearing through her body. Within moments, she was writhing beneath him, begging him to stop and not stop all at once, until something indescribable ripped through her, so powerful it felt as though her soul was leaving her body.
She cried out his name, words dissolving into broken sounds as her entire body trembled. The intense release crashed over her like an explosion she had never known, spreading through her in slow waves until it finally spilt out of her.
Karan did not pull away even then.
She felt mortified and blissful all at once, suspended in the euphoria of it, her body slowly going still. Only then did he push himself up, capturing her mouth again in a deep kiss. She tasted herself on his tongue.
When they finally parted, Karan pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Are you okay?”
Mishti only smiled, nodded once, and then lifted her hand to his cheek, her palm resting there, waiting for him to take the next step. He saw it clearly in her eyes. The consent was there, and she was not the only one waiting for this moment. He had been too.
He placed another kiss on her forehead before positioning himself at her opening. “I’ve dreamed of this long ago.”
She swallowed, finally meeting his gaze as he continued. “Ofusdoingthis. Of me claiming you as my wife for real. Of you offering your body to me… and me offering my soul to you.” His breath hitched slightly. “I’ve wanted this too much, Mishti. Too many times I’ve lived this moment in my head. Played it over and over until now I don’t know…” His eyes searched hers. “If this is real… or still my dream.”
She was surprised at first, but then she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down to her, letting him know that the feeling was mutual.
“This is far more real than even I imagined us being,” she whispered.
