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Rahul pulled Ishani into his arms, holding her close as if afraid she might slip away again.

His voice was rough, heavy with everything he'd been carrying alone. "I don't know what happened to my mind, Ishani. You didn't come to meet me... not even once. So I started thinking all kinds of twisted things. I lost control."

Guilt washed over Ishani's face like cold water. She could see the pain she had caused him, raw and unguarded in his eyes. Her own throat tightened.

"I'm really sorry," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I was wrong too."

Without another word, she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. "I promise... from now on, I'll never do anything like that again."

Rahul crushed her against him, his grip tight, almost desperate. His heart hammered wildly against hers. "I missed you," he breathed into h

er hair, voice thick with emotion. "God, I missed you so much. These thirteen days... only I know how I survived them."

Ishani pulled back just enough to look at him. Her fingers gently brushed away the tears that had slipped down his cheeks.

For a moment, she simply stared at him her Rahul, so vulnerable, so hers.

Then she leaned in and kissed him.

Soft at first, then deeper, pouring every ounce of regret and love into it.

"From now on, no more drinking," she murmured against his lips. "It's over. Okay?"

Rahul nodded, a small, broken sound escaping him. "Hmm."

A soft smile touched Ishani's lips, tender and full of quiet relief.

But before she could say anything more, Rahul cupped her face and kissed her again hungrier this time.

Their lips moved together, urgent and familiar.

Ishani responded with equal passion, her tongue meeting his in a messy, dominant dance, both of them fighting for more, tasting the salt of tears and the sweetness of reunion.

Their breaths mingled, hot and ragged, bodies pressed so close there was no space left between them.

Then, suddenly, Rahul pulled back, breathing hard. His hands trembled as they rested on her shoulders.

Ishani blinked, dazed. "What happened?"

He looked at her, eyes dark with conflict and lingering desire. His voice dropped to a whisper, rough with restraint. "You're pregnant, Ishani. We... we shouldn't go further. Not right now."

Ishani pulled him closer, her voice soft but full of need. "I need you. I want you to touch me, please. Nothing will happen. Many couples do this during pregnancy. It's safe."

Rahul let out a deep breath, relief washing over his face. The tension in his body eased.

Without thinking anymore, he kissed her hard, full of hunger. Ishani let him, giving herself completely.

She started opening the buttons of his shirt with shaky fingers. She pulled it off his shoulders and threw it aside.

Then she opened his pants and slid them down. All the while, Rahul kept kissing her lips again and again.

He sucked her lower lip, bit it gently, licked it, pouring all his desire and hunger into the kiss.

Their mouths moved together messily, wet and urgent.

Ishani slipped her hand down and caught his dick over his underwear.

She pulled it down too and held him properly.

Rahul groaned loudly against her mouth.

She started stroking him slowly. His dick throbbed hard in her hand with every stroke.

Rahul stopped kissing for a moment, breathing heavily. "Ishani... oh my God," he moaned.

It felt so good, her soft hand touching him like that. His body was on fire.

Ishani's lips were swollen and red from all the rough kissing.

She looked at him with heavy eyes, full of love and raw desire, still gently stroking him as their bodies pressed together.

Rahul gently pulled off Ishani's blouse, his hands trembling with desire.

He unhooked her bra and let it fall away, revealing her breasts. Pregnancy had made them fuller and more sensitive.

He leaned down and took one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking it slowly and deeply.

Ishani arched her back with a soft moan, pushing herself closer to him.

The sensation was intense her nipples were extra sensitive now, sending waves of pleasure through her body with every pull of his lips and tongue.

She kept stroking his dick with her hand, her grip firm and loving.

Soon, Rahul groaned loudly as he came, warm semen spilling over her fingers.

He felt a deep wave of relaxation wash over him, his body loosening against hers.

But Ishani was still burning with need. She looked at him with heavy, pleading eyes.

"Rahul... please. I need you," she whispered, her voice raw with longing.

Rahul kissed her again, then slowly pushed her saree up around her waist.

His hand slid inside her soaked panties. She was dripping wet. He gently pushed a finger inside her, feeling her warmth and wetness tighten around him.

Ishani gasped and moved her hips against his hand, riding his fingers with desperate need.

Because of the pregnancy, every touch felt stronger, more intimate, and more pleasurable for her.

She moaned softly, completely lost in the raw physical connection with him, her body responding eagerly to his every move.

Rahul captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, swallowing her moans as he slid a third finger inside her.

Ishani gasped into his mouth, her body tightening around him. He curled his fingers and thrust them with purpose, stroking her G-spot again and again with firm, rhythmic strokes.

Ishani's back arched sharply. A loud, broken moan escaped her as the pleasure built unbearably fast.

Her walls clenched hard around his fingers, and suddenly she came intense waves crashing through her body.

Her orgasm hit hard, leaving her trembling and soaking his hand as pure relief flooded her

system.

Breathing heavily, she pulled him into a passionate kiss, pouring all her love and satisfaction into it.

Rahul slowly withdrew his fingers and looked at her with soft concern, his forehead resting against hers.

"Are you okay?" he whispered tenderly.

Ishani nodded, still dazed, her cheeks flushed and eyes glassy with pleasure.

A small, shy smile appeared on Rahul's face. He gently lifted her and pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him.

Ishani wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her body instinctively moving closer.

She shifted her hips, pressing herself against his hard dick, desperate to feel him.

The raw need in her movements was unmistakable.

Rahul groaned softly, holding her hips to steady her. "Not getting too needy, are you?" he teased, though his voice was thick with desire and affection, his eyes dark as he watched her.

Ishani blushed deeply, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. Her warm breath tickled his skin as she whispered shyly,

"I don't know... I'm feeling so horny right now."

Rahul chuckled, his chest vibrating against her.

He gently rubbed her back. "It's okay, mera baccha. I think it happens because of the pregnancy. Hormones and all."

Ishani nodded against his neck, still hiding. Rahul kissed the side of her head and asked carefully, "If I put my dick inside... there won't be any problem, right? Wait, let me quickly check on the phone first."

Ishani nodded again.

Rahul lifted her easily in his arms, still naked and wrapped around him, and walked over to grab his mobile.

He sat back down, keeping one hand stroking her back soothingly. Ishani kept her face buried in his neck, embarrassed but needy.

After a moment of searching, Rahul spoke, "It says it's safe... but we have to be slow and gentle. No rough or fast movements, okay?"

"Okay," Ishani whispered.

Rahul smiled and teased her lovingly, "Why are you behaving like such a clingy child today?"

"I don't know," she mumbled.

He laughed softly. "You know... I can be your daddy if you want."

Ishani immediately lifted her head and glared at him, her eyes narrowing.

Rahul burst out laughing.

She tried to pull away, but he held her tight."Will you do it or not?" she asked, half-angry, half-desperate. "If not, I'm leaving."

"We'll do it, baba," he said, his voice turning husky with desire.

Rahul stood up slightly, adjusted her hips, and slowly guided his hard dick to her entrance.

He pushed in very gently, inch by inch. Ishani gasped sharply as she felt him stretching and filling her completely.

For a moment there was a slight aching pressure deep inside because of the pregnancy, but it quickly faded into a deep, full, satisfying sensation.

She clung to him tightly, breathing heavily against his neck, her body adjusting to him.

Rahul stayed still, letting her get used to the feeling, his arms wrapped protectively around her as their hearts beat wildly against each other

Ishani began to move on top of him, riding him slowly and carefully.

She rolled her hips in gentle, deep motions, taking him fully inside her with every stroke.

Rahul watched her with dark, adoring eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips.

He didn't take control he simply let her take what she needed, his arms wrapped tightly around her back, hugging her close to his chest.

Ishani moaned softly, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. It felt so good full, deep, and incredibly intimate.

But after some time, her body grew tired. She slowed down and finally stopped, breathing heavily against his shoulder.

"What happened, mera baccha?" Rahul asked tenderly, stroking her hair.

"I'm tired..." Ishani whispered, almost embarrassed.

Rahul smiled warmly.

He loosened his arms, cupped her face, and kissed her deeply on the lips, slow and full of love.

Then he took charge.

Holding her hips gently, he began thrusting up into her with slow, deep, and careful strokes.

Ishani let out a sweet, broken moan, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Rahul kept his rhythm steady and gentle, moving in and out of her with control, making sure not to go too hard.

Their bodies rocked together in perfect sync.

The pleasure built gradually, hotter and tighter, until both of them reached the edge at the same time.

With a deep groan, Rahul buried himself fully inside her as he came hard, pulsing and filling her.

At the same moment, Ishani cried out, her walls clenching tightly around him in a powerful orgasm.

Waves of pleasure washed over both of them, leaving them trembling and breathless.

Exhausted and satisfied, Ishani collapsed against his chest, wrapping her arms tightly around him. Rahul held her close, rubbing her back soothingly.

"Is everything okay?" he whispered softly, kissing her forehead.

"Hmm... yes," Ishani murmured, nuzzling deeper into his neck.

They stayed like that naked, sweaty, and wrapped tightly in each other's arms.

Rahul pulled a sheet over them as their breathing slowly calmed.

Holding one another in the warm, intimate silence, they drifted off to sleep, hearts beating together.

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains as Ishani slowly stirred awake.

Her eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she felt was the warm, heavy press of Rahul's naked body against hers.

They were tangled together, skin to skin, her breasts pressed flush against his chest.

A deep blush crept up her cheeks.

She felt shy, almost embarrassed at how intimately they had slept.

But then she became aware of something else something that made her breath hitch.

Rahul's dick was still buried deep inside her pussy.

She was full of him even now, her walls gently wrapped around his morning hardness.

A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips at the raw, intimate sensation.

Her body reacted instantly, a fresh wave of warmth and wetness flooding between her thighs.

Blushing harder, Ishani tried to shift her hips carefully, attempting to ease him out of her without waking him.

The moment she moved, pleasure sparked through her sensitive core.

Rahul groaned sleepily and tightened his arms around her, pulling her even closer.

His strong hands gripped her waist possessively as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"Don't go..." he mumbled in a husky, half-asleep voice, still deep inside her. "Stay like this... let me sleep a little more, my jaan."

Ishani's heart fluttered at his words.

She stopped struggling and melted back into his embrace, her face hidden against his chest.

Unable to resist the aching need building between her legs, she slowly started moving gentle rolls of her hips at first, then lifting herself slightly up and down.

A soft, needy moan slipped from her lips. It felt so good. The fullness, the friction, the way he stretched her so perfectly in the quiet morning... she was getting wetter with every slow ride.

But almost immediately, a rush of embarrassment flooded her. What am I doing? she thought, cheeks burning. He's still asleep and I'm riding him like this... Why am I so horny? Why am I this needy?Still, her body refused to stop.

Her hips continued their slow, sensual rhythm, sliding up and down his thick length, taking him deeper each time.

Rahul's eyes fluttered open as the delicious sensation broke through his sleep.

He woke up to the sight and feeling of Ishani naked, flushed, and riding him so intimately.

Her breasts swayed gently with every movement, her pussy gripping him tightly, warm and soaking.

For a moment he just watched her, breathing heavier, his hands instinctively moving to her waist.

Ishani froze when she realized he was awake, her eyes widening in embarrassment.

She bit her lip, looking shy and guilty, but her body still clenched around him with unspoken desire.

Rahul's voice came out low and husky, thick with sleep and growing arousal.

"Ishani..." He didn't stop her. Instead, his fingers tightened on her soft hips, encouraging her to keep moving as raw morning desire sparked between them once again.

Ishani immediately buried her face deep into Rahul's chest, hiding herself in embarrassment as her hips stilled.

Her cheeks burned hot against his skin. She could feel his heartbeat thumping steadily under her lips.

"I'm really sorry..." she whispered, her voice muffled and shy. "I don't know what's happening to me. In my first pregnancy, it was never like this. I wasn't this... needy."

Rahul let out a soft, warm laugh, the sound vibrating through his chest. He wrapped his arms tighter around her naked body, one hand gently stroking her back while the other rested possessively on her hip.

His dick was still buried deep inside her, hard and throbbing with every small clench of her pussy.

"It's okay, jaan," he murmured, his voice husky and full of affection. He kissed the top of her head tenderly. "You don't have to feel sorry at all. This is completely normal. You can use me as much as you want... fully. I'm your husband. I'm yours."

He gently lifted her chin with his fingers, forcing her to look at him. His eyes were dark with love and desire as he gazed at her flushed face.

"Use your husband, Ishani," he whispered hotly against her lips, slowly guiding her hips to move again. "Ride me whenever you need. I love seeing you like this... so horny, so wet for me in the morning."

Ishani moaned softly at his words, a fresh rush of wetness coating his cock as she slowly started moving once more shy, embarrassed, but unable to stop the raw physical need burning inside her.

Rahul held her close, letting her take him at her own pace, their bodies intimately joined in the soft morning light.

Rahul couldn't take his eyes off her face. The way her eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, the flush on her cheeks, her swollen lips parted in ecstasy it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his life.

Her expression was so vulnerable, so lost in bliss, that it made his heart clench with love and desire.

He thrust inside her, savoring every tight, wet squeeze of her pussy around his cock.

The pleasure was intense for both of them slow, sensual, and deeply intimate.

Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, skin sliding against skin, breaths mingling hotly.

They lost track of time. Morning turned into noon, but neither of them cared.

They stayed wrapped in each other, making love again and again sometimes slow and tender, sometimes urgent and needy.

Exhaustion and satisfaction finally pulled them into a deep, peaceful sleep in each other's arms, still naked and intimately connected.

Downstairs, Rani and Devnath exchanged a knowing glance but didn't go upstairs to wake them.

They knew how badly things had been between Rahul and Ishani these past many days the silence, the distance, the pain.

Seeing them together like this today, they didn't have the heart to disturb them.

Let them have this time, they thought. Let them heal in each other's arms.

By afternoon, the couple still lay tangled together in bed, Rahul's arm protectively wrapped around Ishani's waist, her head resting on his chest, both of them breathing softly in peaceful, satisfied sleep.

By three in the afternoon, Rahul and Ishani slowly stirred awake.

They remained tangled in each other's arms, naked and warm under the sheets.

For a long moment, they simply lay there, gazing deeply into each other's eyes faces only inches apart, bodies still pressed intimately together.

Suddenly, Ishani leaned forward and sank her teeth gently into Rahul's cheek, biting him with playful hunger.

"Ahh!" Rahul groaned, a mix of surprise and amusement in his voice. "Ishani... what are you doing?"

She didn't pull away immediately. Instead, she licked the spot she had bitten and whispered against his skin,

"I feel like eating you up."

Rahul let out a deep, husky laugh, his chest vibrating against her breasts. He tightened his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer so her soft body molded perfectly against his.

"Since yesterday you've been taking full advantage of your husband... and now you want to eat him too?" he teased, his voice low and playful. "Such a shameless woman you've become."

Ishani smiled mischievously, her eyes sparkling with raw desire and love. She traced her fingers down his chest and replied boldly, "When my husband is this hot, what can I do? If I eat you... maybe I'll become hot like you too."

Rahul's laugh turned into a low groan as he rolled her beneath him, pinning her wrists gently above her head.

Their naked bodies pressed together again, heat instantly flaring between them his fingers gently tracing her bare waist as he pulled her even closer under the sheets.

"But you are much hotter than me," he whispered, his voice low and full of desire.

Ishani shook her head shyly, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks. "No, I'm not. Look at me... I've become so fat. I don't look hot at all."

Rahul's expression softened with deep affection. He cupped her face with one hand, his thumb brushing over her lower lip as he gazed at her with hungry, loving eyes.

"You are incredibly hot, Ishani," he said, his voice husky. "These eyes... they're like deep, calm lakes. One look and I feel like drowning in them forever. This cute little nose of yours it looks so innocent, but when you get angry, it becomes dangerously beautiful. And these lips..." He leaned in and sucked her lower lip gently between his own, kissing her slowly before pulling back."These lips are like soft rose petals. I always want to suck and bite them."

Ishani lay there quietly, listening to every word. Her heart swelled with warmth and shy pleasure as he continued praising her.

"And this body..." Rahul's hand slid down slowly, caressing her curves with open desire over her fuller breasts, her rounded belly, and the soft flare of her hips. "This body defeats everyone. You are the most beautiful woman in the entire world. No one else even comes close."

Ishani's eyes shimmered with emotion. She felt truly seen, truly desired, and deeply loved.

She hid her face in his chest again, but this time with a small, happy smile, her naked body curling tighter into his as Rahul held her possessively, his hands never stopping their gentle, intimate exploration.

Rahul chuckled softly as he watched Ishani clinging to him so possessively, her naked body still pressed tightly against his.

He kissed her forehead and murmured, "It's already three in the afternoon, baby. What will the family be thinking?"

Ishani shook her head immediately, burying her face deeper into his chest. "No... please. Let's just stay like this a little longer," she whispered, her voice needy and soft.

Rahul smiled tenderly, running his fingers through her messy hair. "Aren't you hungry?"

Ishani paused, then nodded shyly. "I am..."

Rahul's expression changed at once.

His eyes filled with gentle concern as he remembered she was carrying their child.

"Oh my God, Ishani... you're pregnant. You need to eat properly." He kissed her lips softly and said, "Wait here. I'll bring food for you."

He reluctantly pulled himself out of her warm embrace and got off the bed.

Ishani's eyes followed his every move as he stood up naked tall, muscular, and still slightly aroused.

She watched him pick up his clothes and dress, her heart sinking a little.

She didn't like seeing him move away from her, even for a few minutes. The bed suddenly felt too cold and empty without his warm body.

Rahul glanced back at her with a loving smile, then walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.

Downstairs, Rani was sitting with Devnath. The moment she saw Rahul coming down, a small smile appeared on her face.

"You both finally woke up?" she asked gently.

"Hmm, Maa," Rahul replied, rubbing the back of his neck."Is there something to eat? I'm hungry."

Rani nodded warmly. "Yes, of course. Come, I'll serve you. You must be very hungry after so long."

Rahul gave a soft smile and said, "It's not for me, Mummy. Ishani is hungry. She's still in the room."

Rani's eyes sparkled with understanding and quiet happiness. A gentle, knowing smile spread across her face as she looked at her son.

"She must be," Rani said softly, her voice full of warmth and affection.

Rani handed Rahul two plates filled with warm, light food.

He took them carefully and headed upstairs while Devnath sat there with a soft, knowing smile on his face.

Rahul quietly opened the bedroom door and stepped inside. Ishani was still lying on the bed completely naked, the sheet only partially covering her lower body.

Her hair was messy, cheeks flushed, and she looked incredibly soft and vulnerable in the afternoon light.

Rahul placed the plates on the side table and sat on the edge of the bed.

He gently caressed her cheek and asked, "Will you brush your teeth first?"I

shani nodded sleepily. "Hmm..."

Rahul smiled at her lazy, adorable state. Without a word, he slid his arms under her and lifted her naked body effortlessly into his arms, carrying her like a bride toward the washroom.

Ishani wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, feeling safe and loved in his strong embrace.

Once inside, Rahul made her sit on the counter. "Use my brush," he said softly.

Ishani obediently opened her mouth wide like a small child, looking up at him with innocent, trusting eyes.

Rahul's heart melted instantly."You're so damn cute," he whispered, his voice thick with affection.

He applied toothpaste on his brush and gently started brushing her teeth with slow, careful strokes.

Ishani let him do everything, her eyes fixed on his face the entire time.

The moment felt strangely intimate raw, caring, and deeply loving.

Rahul's free hand rested on her bare thigh, thumb gently stroking her soft skin as he continued brushing.

Every small movement was filled with quiet devotion.

Ishani sat there naked, completely open and trusting, letting her husband take care of her in the most tender way possible.

After brushing her teeth, Rahul gently wiped Ishani's mouth with a soft towel, his thumb lingering affectionately on her lower lip.

"Do you want to take a bath?" he asked softly.

Ishani nodded, still sitting naked on the counter, looking at him with sleepy, loving eyes.

"Okay," Rahul smiled. "Let me brush my teeth first."

He quickly brushed his own teeth while Ishani sat there quietly, watching him with a small, content smile.

Once he was done, he lifted her naked body into his arms again, carrying her effortlessly toward the shower.

Ishani wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her face against his shoulder, breathing in his warm scent.

Rahul stepped into the shower with her and set her down gently on her feet.

Without a word, he pulled off his own clothes, letting them drop to the floor.

Ishani's eyes darkened with desire as she openly stared at his bare, muscular body his broad chest, strong arms, and the hard lines of his abdomen.

Her gaze drifted lower, taking in every inch of him. Unable to resist, she stepped closer, rose on her toes, and kissed him deeply on the lips.

It was a slow, hungry kiss full of morning-after need and quiet love.

Rahul let her take the lead, his hands resting on her bare waist as he kissed her back softly, allowing her to explore his mouth with her tongue.

The warm water from the shower even been turned on, but the air between them was already steaming with raw intimacy.

Their naked bodies stood pressed close, skin brushing skin, hearts beating in sync as Ishani continued kissing him like she couldn't get enough.

Ishani's hand slid down between their wet bodies and wrapped around Rahul's hard cock, stroking him slowly under the shower.

Her fingers moved with open hunger, feeling him throb and grow even harder in her grip.

Rahul groaned softly, his breath hitching. He looked down at her with dark, concerned eyes.

"Aren't you sore yet, jaan?" he asked, voice low and husky.

Ishani shook her head, biting her lower lip. "No..."

Rahul's gaze intensified. Water cascaded over their naked bodies as he cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You want it hard? You want me to thrust hard into you?"

Ishani nodded without hesitation, her eyes heavy with need, cheeks flushed under the streaming water.

Rahul's expression turned serious. He placed a protective hand on her rounded belly. "But what about the baby, Ishani? I don't want to hurt you... or our child."

Ishani immediately stepped closer and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pressing her wet, naked body flush against his.

Her full breasts squeezed against his chest as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"I'll be careful. I'll handle it," she whispered desperately. "Please, Rahul... I need you."

Rahul searched her face for a long moment, then let out a soft, defeated laugh, his hands gripping her wet hips possessively.

"Okay," he breathed, voice thick with desire. "But you have to promise me the moment you feel any discomfort, any pain, you tell me immediately. Understand?"

Ishani nodded quickly, her body already trembling with anticipation. "Okay... I promise."

Rahul leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, water pouring over them as he slowly backed her against the cool shower wall, his hard cock pressed hot and heavy between her thighs.

He pushed inside her in one deep thrust. Ishani's eyes squeezed shut instantly as a loud, breathless moan escaped her lips.

The feeling of him stretching and filling her so completely made her head fall back against the shower wall.

"Are you okay?" Rahul asked, his voice strained with concern even as desire burned in his eyes."Please... keep going,"

Ishani gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Faster, Rahul... please."

Rahul pulled out almost completely, then slammed back into her with a hard, fast thrust. Ishani cried out in pleasure.

He didn't hold back anymore. He started thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes, his hips snapping against hers again and again.

Water cascaded over their joined bodies as Rahul kissed her hungrily her lips, her neck, her collarbone. His hands were everywhere.

He kneaded her full, heavy breasts with rough palms, squeezing and massaging them as he pounded into her.

He sucked and licked her sensitive nipples, then moved his mouth across every inch of her wet skin, kissing, biting, and tasting her.

Ishani moaned loudly and shamelessly, completely lost in raw pleasure.

Every hard thrust sent shockwaves through her body. The slight aching she had felt in her core slowly melted away, replaced by pure, intense bliss.

Her walls clenched tightly around his thick cock with every deep stroke.Rahul kept thrusting harder and faster, his breathing rough and ragged.

One hand stayed on her breast, squeezing it possessively, while the other gripped her thigh, holding her leg wrapped around his waist so he could go even deeper.

Ishani was trembling, moaning continuously, her body shaking with every powerful thrust. The raw, wet sound of their bodies slapping together mixed with the sound of running water, creating an intensely intimate rhythm.

Rahul's eyes stayed locked on her face, drinking in every expression of pleasure as he drove them both higher.

Ishani clung to him tightly, wrapping her arms and legs around his body, pulling him as close as possible.

Her wet breasts pressed flush against his chest as she moaned into his ear.With a few powerful, deep strokes, Rahul lost control.

He fucked her harder, faster, slamming into her again and again under the running water.

Ishani's body suddenly tensed, her walls fluttering wildly around his cock."Ahh- Rahul!" she cried out as her orgasm crashed through her.

Her pussy clenched tightly and then released in strong, gushing waves, soaking his cock and thighs. Her entire body trembled violently in his arms.

Even after her release, Rahul continued thrusting, chasing his own pleasure. But when he looked at her face, he noticed she had gone almost limp completely powerless, eyes half-closed, breathing ragged.

He immediately slowed down and stopped, still buried deep inside her."Ishani... tum thik ho?" he asked, voice thick with concern as he cupped her cheek.

"Hmm..." she whispered weakly. "Bhookh lagi hai..."

Rahul let out a soft, frustrated sigh and kissed her forehead. "I told you, jaan. You're pregnant. You need to eat properly."

He gently pulled out of her, cleaned her with care under the shower, and turned the water off.

Wrapping a big, soft towel around her tired body, he lifted her in his arms and carried her back to the bed.

He made her sit comfortably, then brought the plates of food.

He started feeding her with his own hands small bites, patiently waiting for her to chew.

Ishani ate quietly. When both plates were almost empty, Rahul asked softly,

"Want more?"Ishani shook her head. "No... hunger is gone."

Rahul looked at her seriously and said, "From now on, please don't ignore food, okay? You're carrying our baby. It's important."

Ishani gave him a small, tired smile and nodded. "Hmm."

Rahul stood up and kissed the top of her head. "I'll go get your clothes from your room ."

He quickly dressed in his own clothes, glanced at her one last time with love-filled eyes, and walked out of the room, leaving her resting on the bed, wrapped only in a towel.

After a while he returned to the room with Ishani's clothes in his hands.

The moment he stepped back in, a playful smile lingered on his face, though his cheeks were still slightly flushed.

Downstairs, Divya, Malini, and Rani had teased him mercilessly when he went to get her clothes their knowing smiles and light-hearted comments making him blush like a teenager. He had turned completely red by the time he escaped them.

Ishani noticed his flushed face as soon as he entered. "What happened?" she asked curiously, still sitting wrapped in just a towel.

"Nothing," Rahul muttered, avoiding her eyes. He placed the clothes on the bed. "Here, your clothes."

Ishani looked at him softly, a small mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Pehna do... Dress bhi," she said gently.

Rahul's breath caught for a moment.

Then he dress her into her clothes, his fingers brushing tenderly against her skin with every movement.

The act felt incredibly intimate caring, possessive, and loving.Once she was dressed,

Ishani leaned against him and asked, "What is Ishaan doing?"

Rahul sat beside her on the bed and pulled her into his arms. "He's playing with Dhruv and Veer

downstairs."

Ishani's expression turned a little sad. "He didn't miss me?"

Rahul smiled warmly and kissed her forehead, then her temple. "Of course he missed you. He kept asking me to take him to Mumma. But I told him Mumma is a little busy right now."

His voice dropped teasingly as he caressed her waist. "I couldn't exactly tell him that Mumma was busy getting thoroughly fucked by Daddy all morning and afternoon."

Ishani's cheeks turned pink. She hid her face in Rahul's chest and smiled shyly, a soft, happy glow spreading through her heart.

Rahul tightened his arms around her, rubbing her back gently as they sat together in the peaceful afterglow of their long, intimate day.

Ishani grew quiet for a moment, nestled comfortably in Rahul's arms.

She traced lazy patterns on his chest with her fingers before whispering softly, "If I die one day... will you miss me?"

Rahul's body tensed instantly. He pulled back slightly to look at her, his expression turning serious and pained.

"What kind of nonsense is this, Ishani? Don't ever say such things. Don't talk about dying."

Ishani looked up into his eyes, stubborn yet vulnerable. "No, tell me properly. Will you miss me?"

Rahul cupped her face with both hands, his thumbs gently brushing her cheeks.

His voice became raw, thick with emotion as he stared deeply into her eyes.

"If you die... then I'll die with you," he said, his tone heavy and sincere. "I won't be able to live without you, Ishani. Not even for a single day. Tumhare bina jeena mere liye possible nahi hai."

Tears welled up in Ishani's eyes. She smiled through them, a beautiful, emotional smile that made her eyes shine.

She hugged him tighter, burying her face in his neck, inhaling his warm scent.

"Tomorrow... let's go to Ganga ji for a visit," she whispered against his skin.

"Okay," Rahul replied without hesitation, his hand gently stroking her back.

Ishani pulled back a little, looking at him with soft curiosity. "Why do you always agree to everything I say?"

Rahul smiled tenderly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Why shouldn't I? I want to."

"But what if you don't want to?" she asked playfully.

Rahul let out a soft chuckle, but his eyes were full of deep love and devotion.

He leaned in and kissed her forehead, then her lips, slow and lingering.

"What if I don't listen to you and you get upset with me?" he murmured against her mouth. "If you get angry with me... I won't be able to live. Tumhari nafrat aur naraazgi seh nahi sakta main."

Ishani's heart swelled with overwhelming happiness. A fresh wave of love and warmth flooded through her.

She smiled brightly, tears of joy still glistening in her eyes, and hugged him even tighter, pressing her body fully against his.

In that moment, wrapped in his strong, protective arms, she felt completely cherished, safe, and deeply loved.

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