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Rahul woke up with a heavy breath, his eyes immediately finding Ishani.

She was curled into him, her soft body completely wrapped in his arms.

The memory of how tightly he had hugged her all night sent a rush through him.

A small smile curved his lips, but it was drowned by the raw hunger burning in his veins.

His cock was painfully hard, throbbing aggressively against her thigh, thick and leaking.

No matter how much he tried to ignore it, it pulsed with every heartbeat, demanding attention.

He looked down at the obvious tent in his pants and felt a sharp sting of shame mixed with unbearable lust.

Slowly, carefully, he untangled himself from her warm, sleeping body, his fingers brushing against her skin one last time.

He slipped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, heart pounding.

Inside, he stared at himself in the mirror, eyes dark with need. Ishani had completely taken over his mind her scent, her curves, the way her body had pressed against his. His desires were at their peak, filthy and uncontrollable.

"Fuck... no, Rahul," he muttered hoarsely, voice thick with guilt. "This is wrong. Don't think about her like that."

He yanked off his clothes. His cock sprang free, rock hard, veins bulging, the head already wet with precum. He stepped under the shower, but the water did nothing to cool the fire.

Closing his eyes, he wrapped his hand around his throbbing dick and started stroking.

Ishani's naked body flashes in his mind her full breasts, soft stomach, the curve of her hips, and the sweet spot between her thighs.

He stroked faster, harder, breathing ragged and desperate. Low groans escaped his throat as he pumped his fist, imagining her beneath him, moaning his name, legs wrapped around his waist.

The pressure built brutally fast. His balls tightened, and with a few violent jerks, he came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering against the shower wall as intense pleasure ripped through his body.

For a few seconds, sweet relief washed over him.

But the guilt hit instantly, heavier than before.

He cursed under his breath, chest heaving. How the hell am I going to face her now? What kind of sick bastard am I, jerking off to thoughts of her naked body? If Ishani ever knew the dirty things I just imagined doing to her... she would hate me.

Rahul finished showering, his body clean but his mind still dirty. He wrapped a towel low around his hips and stepped out.

He deliberately kept his eyes away from the bed, terrified that one look at her peaceful sleeping form would make him hard all over again.

He pulled out his police uniform and started dressing, the weight of shame and unspoken longing pressing down on his chest.

Rahul got ready in a rush, his movements tense and hurried. He stepped out of the room, heart still heavy with guilt and leftover lust from the morning.

He gently woke Ishaan, helped him into his school uniform, and moved to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. But no matter what he did, his mind was completely flooded with Ishani her soft, warm body pressed against him, the way her curves had molded perfectly to his, and the filthy images from the shower that refused to leave him.

He somehow managed to make breakfast, his hands working on autopilot while his cock twitched at the mere memory of her.

After feeding Ishaan, he quickly scribbled a note and left it on the table: "Breakfast is ready. Ishani, please eat."

He couldn't bring himself to face her.

If she walked out right now, sleepy and beautiful, he was terrified he would lose every ounce of control.

He dropped Ishaan at school and drove straight to the police station.

The entire day, his mind kept replaying the kiss, the feeling of

Ishani's body clinging to him, her breasts pressed against his chest, her breath on his neck.

No matter how hard he tried to push those thoughts away, they kept coming back stronger, making him shift uncomfortably in his uniform as desire stirred low in his belly.

A message from Ishani popped up on his phone after some time.

Ishani : "Why didn't you wake me up, Rahul? What was the hurry to leave so early?"

Rahul stared at the screen, guilt twisting in his chest. He replied quickly.

Rahul: "Sorry. Had some urgent work at the station."

Ishani replied almost immediately.

Ishani : "Okay. Come in the afternoon to pick up Ishaan. I won't let you go after that."

Reading her words, a fresh wave of heat rushed through his body. The innocent message felt dangerously loaded in his dirty mind.

He didn't reply. If he went back to her right now, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back.

He would pull her close, rip her clothes off, and bury himself deep inside her until both of them were breathless and ruined.

Instead, he called Deepak and asked him to pick up Mannat and Ishaan from school.

Deepak agreed without hesitation, "Okay, no problem, bro."

Rahul let out a long, heavy breath of relief. At least for today, he had escaped. But deep down, he knew this fire inside him for Ishani was only growing stronger and sooner or later, it was going to burn everything.

That afternoon, Rahul didn't return home. As the hours stretched into the night, Ishani's patience finally snapped.

Anger and worry twisted inside her chest. What kind of work is so important that he can't even come back for a few hours? she thought, pacing the room.

Unable to wait any longer, she dialed his number. The phone rang a few times before he picked up.

"Rahul, where are you?" Ishani asked, her voice sharp with irritation and concern. "It's so late already. When are you coming home?"

Rahul cleared his throat, his voice low and slightly strained. "Ishani... there's too much work today. I won't be able to make it back before morning. You should go to sleep."

Ishani stayed silent for a moment, then asked softly, "Did you eat anything? Have you had dinner?"

A warm, guilty flutter passed through Rahul's chest. Even while she was angry, she was still thinking about him, worrying about whether he had eaten.

It made the storm of emotions inside him even more intense the love, the guilt, and the raw hunger he was desperately trying to suppress.

"Yes, Ishani. I've eaten," he replied gently. "You eat something too and go to sleep, okay?"

Ishani sighed softly on the other end. "Okay... I love you. Bye."

Rahul's heart clenched. Her sweet words hit him like a wave, stirring everything he was trying to bury. "I love you too," he whispered, his voice thick with unspoken desire and shame.

Before she could say anything more, he quickly ended the call.

He sat there in the dim light of the police station, staring at his phone. The sound of her voice still echoed in his ears.

He could picture her right now lying in bed in her thin nightclothes, hair spread across the pillow, her body warm and inviting.

The memory of her pressed against him that morning rushed back, making his cock twitch hard inside his uniform.

"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath, running a hand over his face.

He wanted her so badly it hurt. But he stayed away, fighting every filthy urge screaming inside him.

He didn't trust himself to go home tonight. If he did, he wouldn't just hold her he would devour her.

Rahul reached home in the early morning, exhausted and drained. The moment he stepped into the bedroom, his tired eyes softened at the sight of Ishani sleeping peacefully.

A gentle, longing smile touched his lips. He quietly removed his uniform, changed into comfortable clothes, and slipped into bed.

But he kept some distance from her not trusting the fire still burning in his veins.

He didn't want to hurt her, and he was terrified she would wake up and see the raw lust in his eyes.

He never wanted to fall in her eyes. Completely drained, he finally surrendered to sleep.

As the morning light filled the room, Ishani stirred and woke up.

Seeing Rahul lying beside her, looking so peaceful yet exhausted, a warm smile bloomed on her face.

She leaned closer, gently cupped his face in her hands, and pressed a soft, loving peck on his lips.S

uddenly, even in his sleep, Rahul's arm shot out and grabbed her waist possessively, pulling her flush against his hard body.

Ishani's heart raced wildly. Before she could react, he buried his face completely between her soft, full breasts, his heavy weight pressing her down into the mattress.

His warm breath fanned over her cleavage as he nuzzled deeper.Ishani froze for a moment, her body tense.

Then a shy, smile curved her lips. She gently kissed the top of his head, running her fingers through his hair.

Heat pooled between her thighs. She subtly tried to shift but Rahul tightened in his sleep, his strong arms locking her in place as if afraid she would disappear.

His face stayed buried in her breasts, inhaling her scent like a man starved.

"Rahul... wake up," Ishani whispered breathlessly. "Ishaan has to go to school."

In his half-conscious state, Rahul's hoarse, needy voice rumbled against her chest, "No... please don't go. I need you so much..."

The raw desperation in his deep voice sent a hot shiver straight through Ishani's body.

Rahul nuzzled even harder between her breasts, his stubble scraping deliciously against her soft skin.

Her loose T-shirt had slipped down, exposing more of her cleavage as his face pressed hungrily into her.

Ishani's breathing grew heavier, her body burning with desire. She bit her lip and tried again, her voice softer, almost moaning, "Rahul... please wake up."

Rahul remained lost in deep sleep, completely unresponsive to her words.

No matter how much Ishani tried to wriggle free, he wouldn't let her go.

Instead, he pulled her even tighter against his hard, muscular body, crushing her soft curves into him.

His strong arms locked around her waist as he buried his face deeper between her breasts, his hot breath fanning over her skin.

His morning hardness pressed insistently against her thigh, throbbing with need even in his sleep.

Ishani's heart hammered wildly. She was flushed, aroused, and slightly embarrassed, but she kept trying to push him away gently.

Suddenly, the door creaked open and little Ishaan walked into the room.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his parents like this his father's face buried in his mother's chest, bodies tangled tightly under the sheets.

"Mumma... Papa kya kar rahe ho?" Ishaan asked in a confused voice, tilting his head.Ishani's eyes widened in panic.

A rush of embarrassment flooded her face.

"Ishaan! Baby, you're awake..." she stammered, her voice shaky. "Rahul! Wake up!" She shook him urgently. "Rahul, get off! Ishaan is here!"

Rahul stirred groggily at her panicked voice. Still half-asleep and heavy with exhaustion, he slowly lifted his head.

His eyes finally focused on Ishani's flushed face, then shifted to Ishaan standing at the door. Reality hit him like cold water.

He immediately pulled back, releasing her from his tight grip.

"Sorry..." he muttered thickly, still disoriented.

Ishani quickly sat up, adjusting her slipped T-shirt, her cheeks burning.

She got out of bed and went straight to Ishaan, forcing a bright smile.

"Good morning, Ishaan baby."

"Good morning, Mumma," Ishaan replied, still looking a little confused.

"Come, let's get you ready for school. I'll take out your clothes," Ishani said softly, taking his small hand and leading him out of the room, stealing one last glance at Rahul.

Rahul sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes, rubbing his face as sleep slowly left him. His mind was hazy, the warmth of Ishani's body still lingering on his skin.

He got up and headed to the washroom for a shower.

Ishani returned after a while and heard the sound of running water.

She waited outside, her body still tingling intensely from the way Rahul had held her his strong grip, his face pressed hungrily between her breasts, and the unmistakable hardness of his cock against her.

Heat pooled low in her belly. She pressed her thighs together, biting her lip as a fresh wave of blush crept up her neck and cheeks.

She stood there, heart racing, replaying the feeling of being trapped under his heavy, possessive body... and how much she had secretly liked it.

Rahul stood under the shower, cold water cascading down his muscular body. He turned off the tap and called out, "Ishani, are you outside?"

"Yes," she replied softly.

"I forgot my towel. Can you give it to me?" Rahul asked

"Hmm," Ishani said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she picked up the towel.

Rahul reached his hand out from behind the door, but Ishani playfully pulled the towel back every time his fingers came close.

He tried again, confused. "Ishani... where is it? I can't find it."

"It's right here," she teased, dangling it just out of reach. "Take it, na."

Rahul stretched further, still unable to grab it. "Ishani,I can't find it. Come closer."

"Here, take it na." she replied innocently, though her voice was filled with naughty amusement.

He reached once more, and again she snatched it back with a soft giggle.

Rahul smiled despite himself. "Ishani, you're troubling me on purpose. Please give it."

"Who's troubling you? I'm giving it. Take it," she said, laughing lightly.

"Fine," Rahul said, pretending to be serious. "Then I'll just stand here."

Ishani bit her lip, smiling. "Okay... here, take it."

Just as she moved closer to hand him the towel, her foot suddenly caught in the edge of the carpet.

She lost her balance and stumbled forward with a small gasp, falling straight into the bathroom right on top of Rahul.

Rahul, completely naked and still wet from the shower, fell back against the floor as Ishani crashed into him.

Her soft, warm body pressed flush against his hard, bare chest. Her breasts crushed against him, her hips settled directly over his, and her legs tangled with his.

His thick, semi-hard cock was trapped between their bodies, instantly twitching and starting to harden against her stomach.

Ishani's eyes widened as she felt every inch of his naked, wet body underneath her. Heat exploded through her core.

Her breath hitched, and a rush of wetness pooled between her thighs at the raw contact.

Rahul froze, utterly embarrassed. His face burned with shame even as his body reacted violently. His cock swelled rapidly, becoming rock hard and throbbing against her soft belly.

His mind went completely blank all he could register was the overwhelming sensation of Ishani's warm curves pressed so intimately against his bare skin, her breasts heaving with every breath, and the sweet scent of her body driving him insane.

Ishani tried to push herself up quickly, but her hands slipped on the wet floor, causing her to fall back down onto him again, grinding against his erection. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips.

"Rahul..." she whispered breathlessly, her face flushed deep red, heart pounding wildly against his chest.

Rahul completely lost control. In one swift, desperate movement, he flipped Ishani onto her back on the wet bathroom floor and hovered over her, his strong, naked body caging her beneath him.

All the pent-up hunger, guilt, and burning desire exploded as he crashed his lips onto hers in a messy, fiery kiss.

He sucked her lower lip hungrily, biting it with raw passion, his tongue invading her mouth as if he wanted to devour her whole.

"Rahul... Ishaan might come..." Ishani gasped between kisses, trying to push at his chest weakly.

But Rahul didn't listen. He was lost. His mouth moved down to her neck, kissing, sucking, and biting the sensitive skin, marking her as his.

When he found her sweet spot, Ishani couldn't hold back a soft, needy moan escaped her lips.

She kept pushing at his chest, whispering "Rahul please... Ishaan aa jayega," but her body betrayed her, arching into his touch.

His hands roamed wildly over her body sliding under her T-shirt, gripping her waist, cupping her breasts, squeezing her soft curves.

Ishani was melting under him, her resistance fading with every heated touch, her breathing ragged and desperate.

Suddenly, Ishaan's voice echoed from outside the room, calling out, "Mumma! Papa!"Both of them froze instantly.

Reality crashed over them like ice-cold water. Rahul's chest heaved with heavy, frustrated breaths as he pulled back.

Ishani quickly got up, her legs shaky, body still tingling and aching with unfulfilled desire.

Both of them hurried deeper into the bathroom, hearts pounding.Ishani glanced at Rahul fully naked, wet, and still visibly aroused dick.

Her face turned deep red with embarrassment and lingering heat.

Rahul quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it tightly around his hips, looking ashamed.

"Sorry, Ishani..." he said, voice low and guilty. "I didn't mean to force myself on you like that."

Ishani looked at him softly, still breathing heavily. "No... you didn't force anything, Rahul."

Rahul searched her eyes. "Really?"

"Yes," she whispered, nodding. "Don't put that in your head. Now go outside... let me take a shower."

Rahul gave her a small, relieved smile, his eyes still dark with desire.

He stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door gently behind him, his heart still racing wildly.

Rahul got ready quickly, still feeling the heat of what had almost happened in the bathroom.

He pushed those thoughts aside and moved to the kitchen, preparing breakfast with a small smile.

When Ishaan came to the table, Rahul started quizzing him for his test, asking questions from the chapter.

Ishaan answered confidently, one after another. Rahul's face lit up with pride.

"Wow, champ! You're going to come first in class again today," he said, ruffling his son's hair affectionately.

"Yes, Papa!" Ishaan beamed.

Just then, Ishani walked in, fresh from her shower, looking beautiful and radiant.

"What's going on here?" she asked with a warm smile.

"Mumma, I answered all the questions Papa asked! Papa says I'll come first in today's test," Ishaan said excitedly.

Ishani's eyes softened with love as she looked at her son. She pulled him into a gentle hug and kissed his forehead. "Of course, my baby is so intelligent. You always come first. There's no doubt about it."

Ishaan sat a little straighter, glowing with pride. Rahul watched the two of them, his heart swelling with a mix of love, guilt, and deep affection.

"Okay, breakfast is ready. Let's eat," Rahul said.

The three of them sat together at the table. While eating, Ishaan chatted non-stop about his new friend in class how after so many years, he had finally made a close friend.

Both Rahul and Ishani listened attentively, exchanging happy glances. A sense of warmth and normalcy filled the room, even as unspoken tension lingered between the adults.

After breakfast, Ishani packed Ishaan's tiffin carefully and put it in his bag.

She cupped his face lovingly and said, "All the best for your test, baby. Give it your best, okay? Bye."

"Okay, Mumma!" Ishaan replied cheerfully.

Rahul gave Ishani one long, intense look filled with everything he couldn't say out loud. "Bye," he said softly.

Ishani smiled gently and nodded.

Rahul took Ishaan's hand and left for school, stealing one last glance at Ishani before closing the door behind him.

The entire day passed in a haze of restless longing.

Rahul and Ishani both kept missing each other's touch the warmth of skin, the weight of bodies pressed together, the electric spark that had ignited between them that morning.

Every few minutes, Rahul's mind would drift back to Ishani's soft body underneath him on the bathroom floor, her moans, her flushed cheeks.

He shifted uncomfortably in his chair at the station, his body aching with suppressed need.

Deepak had once again picked up Ishaan after school, so Rahul couldn't leave early.

Ishani finally picked up her phone and messaged him: "What are you doing?"

Rahul saw her message and a soft smile instantly touched his lips. He replied: "Working. Why?"

Ishani: "Can't you leave now?"

Rahul: "Why? What happened?"

Ishani hesitated for a second, then typed: "Nothing... I just miss you."

Rahul's heart clenched hard. A powerful wave of desire and affection washed over him.

He wanted to drop everything and run straight to her, pull her into his arms, and bury himself deep inside her until she was moaning his name again.

His fingers hovered over the screen before he replied: "I miss you too."

Ishani read his message and her body tingled with fresh heat. She quickly typed back: "Can't you come home please? I'm waiting for you."

Rahul stared at her words, his pulse quickening.

He sat there for a few moments, battling with himself, then finally replied: "Okay. I'm coming."

A bright, happy smile bloomed on Ishani's face as she read his message.

She bit her lip and replied: "Okay come fast. I'm waiting."

Rahul didn't waste another second.

He quickly wrapped up his work, gathered his things, and left the station with a rare, eager smile on his face.

His heart was racing with anticipation as he drove toward home toward Ishani.

Rahul reached home with his heart pounding in anticipation.

He stepped inside and called out softly, "Ishani?" but the house was quiet.

He walked toward their bedroom and pushed open the door.

The moment he saw her, he froze.I

shani was standing near the bed wearing a sheer black nighty that clung to every curve of her body.

The delicate fabric barely hid anything the deep neckline revealed the soft swell of her breasts, and the hem ended high on her thighs.

Her head was bowed, cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she stood there shyly, unable to meet his eyes.

Rahul's breath caught in his throat. He quickly closed the door behind him, the click echoing loudly in the silent room.

"Where is Ishaan?" he asked, his voice low and slightly hoarse.

"He's at Deepak's house," Ishani whispered, still not looking up.

"Hmm..." Rahul breathed.

He walked slowly toward her, his own face burning with a mix of nervousness and overwhelming desire.

He gently took her hand, his fingers trembling slightly, guided her to the bed and seated her on its edge."

Then, as if he couldn't bear the distance, he slid down and sat on the floor right in front of her, looking up into her eyes.

"Ishani..." he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't want to hurt you."

Ishani looked at him, confused. "Why would you hurt me, Rahul?"

He swallowed hard, struggling with his words. "For the past two days, I've been having very dirty thoughts about you. Every time I close my eyes, I see you naked... under me. After that morning, I... I touched myself thinking about you. I feel so disgusting, Ishani. I never used to think of you like this before. But ever since we kissed, I can't stop. I feel like I'm becoming some kind of pervert. I'm sorry."

Tears of guilt shone in his eyes as he confessed.

Ishani's heart melted at his raw honesty. A soft, loving smile appeared on her lips. She leaned forward and gently cupped his face in both her hands, her thumbs brushing his cheeks tenderly.

"If you don't think about me like that, then who will you think about?" she whispered. "I am your wife, Rahul. There's nothing wrong with it. You can never hurt me. Never."

A huge wave of relief washed over Rahul. The heavy weight that had been crushing his chest finally lifted.

He looked at her with pure adoration and whispered, "You look so beautiful in this... incredibly sexy."

Ishani blushed even harder, biting her lower lip as she glanced away shyly. "You... you really like it?"

Rahul nodded, his eyes dark with desire.

"Yes... very much."Ishani smiled beautifully, her heart fluttering with happiness and nervous excitement as she looked down at her husband sitting at her feet.

Rahul slowly stood up, his eyes never leaving hers.

His voice was low and gentle, filled with care. "Ishani... if you feel a little uncomfortable, tell me immediately, okay?"

Ishani nodded softly, her cheeks flushed. "Okay..."

He leaned in and captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss savoring every second, memorizing the softness, the warmth, the sweet taste of her mouth.

Ishani's hands slid around his neck, pulling him closer.

Rahul moved over her, hovering above her body as she lay back on the mattress. His weight settled gently between her legs.

His hand moved boldly to her breast, squeezing and kneading the soft, heavy flesh through the thin nighty. Ishani let out a shaky moan into his mouth.

Rahul groaned and bit her lower lip, sucking it hungrily. When her lips parted, he deepened the kiss, their tongues dancing passionately.

He kissed every inch of her face her cheeks, her eyelids, her jaw before moving down to her neck.

He sucked hard on her delicate skin, leaving faint marks. His fingers tugged at the thin lace strap of her nighty, pulling it off her shoulder.

He kissed the newly exposed skin reverently, then pulled the fabric lower.

One full, beautiful breast spilled out.

Rahul stared at it for a moment, breathing heavily, before lowering his head and taking it into his mouth.

He sucked hard, almost desperately, his tongue swirling around her hardened nipple.

Ishani moaned loudly, her back arching, fingers threading through his hair.

Rahul's hands moved lower. He started pulling the nighty up from her thighs, inch by inch.

As more of her bare skin was revealed her soft stomach, her hips, the sweet wetness between her thighs his heartbeat became erratic.

He stopped suddenly, staring at her almost fully exposed body.

Ishani noticed his hesitation. She quickly pulled the bedsheet over herself, covering her body, worry filling her eyes.

"Rahul... what happened?" she asked softly, sitting up a little.

Rahul sat back on the bed, breathing heavily, looking troubled.

Ishani moved closer to him, fear creeping into her voice. "Rahul, tell me... kya hua?"

He looked at her with pained eyes. "I... I can't do this, Ishani. You're so pure... so perfect. I don't deserve this. I don't know how to make you feel good. I'm scared I'll ruin everything."

Tears welled up in Ishani's eyes. She quickly hugged him tightly, pressing her face into his neck. "There's nothing like that, Rahul. You love me so much... that's more than enough. We don't have to rush. We'll go slow... step by step. Okay?"

Rahul wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "Okay..." he whispered.

They stayed like that for a long time holding each other tightly, hearts beating against one another, finding comfort in the warmth and love that bound them together.

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