Everything was going smoothly. Ishika was busy in her firm. Vansh with his brothers were all working together in their company.
Today , Ishika got an invitation of party from her one of her friends.
She already informed Vansh to come early as they both had to attend the party.
They were getting ready for the party. Also they didn't break the ritual of every brown household, the ritual---- of having an argument before attending any type of party or marriage.
Vansh was driving the car while ishika was sitting beside him. They arrived at the venue a little late obviously because of the ritual.
Ishika was introducing him to her friend circle. In no time her friends left her and started fangirling over him.
Vansh was quite enjoying the Ishika's expressions that he was getting. By the corner of his eyes he noticed ishika was fuming in jealousy.
Ishika moved away from them and started picking out flowers from the decoration in anger and jealousy.
"Huh mhm " someone cleared the throat behind her. She turned back to look at the person.
Vansh was looking at her smirking " why are you always interested in the flowers when you have such a handsome husband right there ", he said .
Before she could speak anything, a guy approached them. He asked for Ishika to dance with him.
Ishika agreed and the man led her to the floor with him. Ishika put her hand on his shoulder while the other was connecting with the man.
They both moving their body with the beat. Vansh noticed the man's hands placement which were on Ishika's uncovered waist.
The blood filled in his eyes with intense anger and jealousy. He wanted to ripe those hands apart who were touching his wife - his mohtarma.
He marched towards them and separated them saying ' i think we should leave it's getting late now '.
They both left the party. Ishika could easily feel his body heat and his neck was covered with the veins due to anger and jealousy.
She thought it will be better to be on the mute mode throughout the journey. Her chain of thoughts broke when she felt her body jerk . She looked forward and found the red light.
A woman was selling roses and gajra by approaching every possible vehicle present there.
Vansh noticed her and called her towards him. He nicely bought one gajra and one rose from her.
The woman blessed him and to ishika also after noticing her presence inside the car.
Ishika was quite confused and thought the possible reason behind buying them. Soon , they reached at home. Vansh got down from the car and moved towards her side to open the door.
He helped her in getting out. She went inside quickly while Vansh followed her behind after parking the car with the rose and gajra.
Ishika knew it was so hard for Vansh to stay angry with her for the long time but as she lay down to sleep tonight, still guilty of her actions, he walked in.
She timidly looks at him, his muscles bare for her to see, his eyes stern with a passion that she has never seen before.
He shuts the door, latching it both at the top and the bottom, before ishika could hear the sound of the doorknob click. Locked.
As he walks to her with some very notorious intentions, he is pulling something out of his pocket.
Rose and gajra! Her eyes widen. Maybe she knew what's coming for her.
He knows her but there she see them.
He sits down on her side of the bed, his passionate eyes looking straight into her guilty, timid, and now shocked ones.
And without a word, Ishika feel his hand around your neck as his lips kiss her with a sensation she have never felt before.
She tried to reciprocate it but failed miserably. Vansh could feel her low and short moan into his mouth.
Vansh detached himself from her and said " don't you think you need some punishment mohtarma".
Ishika opened her hazy eyes and looked at him before nodding in yes. He successfully set her body on fire and he is the only one who can help her.
Vansh chuckled deeply and cupped her face in his hands asking " so, do i have your permission mohtarma"??.
Ishika just nodded as she couldn't wait anymore for him.
Vansh took out the gajra and tied up her wrist above her head ,laying her back, he slipped a rose between her lips, it's thorny stem resing against her tongue.
"Don't move," he murmured, his tongue trailing down her body, he paused and said " stay still or i'll bite down there."
Her breath halted, body tensed, as he took his time to taste havoc across her skin.
Ishika voice came out as whimpering or muffles. A shiver ran down to her spine. She arched her back feeling his tongue doing wonders on her skin.
She kept moving to free herself . How badly she wanted to scratch his back while kissing him wildly. Vansh gripped her ass cheek to keep her in one place.
With his other hand, he pulls the strings of her night gown, tracing that deep curve along the length of her back. The thin straps fall off her shoulders and now his hands touch her tender breasts...her buds growing hard to his touch, and that's when she feel it. Click. The sound of him unbuckling his belt. He took out his pants with his boxers.
He carefully took the rose from her lips. He caressed her lips with his thumb .she winced in pain and his lips kisses her even more passionately. Ishika quickly moved her hands inside his hairs pulling him more closely.
Vansh lips traced down to her neckline and finally stops at breasts. He latched his mouth on her right bud while kneading the other one.
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