Nupur was still teary but her heart
was soon recovering from the shock of her dad's tears and accepting the words
of Mayank. Yes she was Mrs Nupur Sharma now. And she was pleased at the way her
heart glowed thru all those tears from that thought.
*it suits me..*
Mayank looked at her from her beautiful face to the way the dress was
making her look like a queen on a throne and grinned, *it suits u but u wont be keeping it for long.*
Nupur blushed and this time the blush was different.
Bcz this time Mayank was not just her
lover. He was her husband and he meant everything he said.
*i was saying, my new name suits me..*
the way the blush heightened the emotions in her voice when she said that made
it hard for Mayank to concentrate on the road, *you are distracting me princess..*
*really? I am doing that already?*
there .. It was back.. The Nupur he knew was finally visible under the
anxious, nervous bride..
*why r u so nervous beautiful?*
He asked bluntly and Nupur taken off
guard by the question replied truthfully, *i
dont know.. Maybe it just the wedding.. I dont know Mayank..*
Quietly, Mayank shifted to driving with one arm and placed the free hand on
hers. Holding them tenderly he raised her hand and kissed her feelings softly,
*dont be princess.. And when you do, just
remember i love you..*
**
Mayank switched on the lights and Nupur blinked at the way the whole house came into sight. It was yet not properly furnished, as Mayank had informed her that he wanted her to decorate the house herself and so as soon as Nupur stepped into the house, she felt the memories of the day Mayank had proposed her parade before her eyes.
Quietly following him to their room, she realized that was the only furnished room, and even though the bed wasn't decorated for their wedding night because there was no woman from Mayank's side to look at such details, but Nupur realized she preferred it this way. She preferred Mayank's dream home just to emanate what he is- masculine and protecting. Ofcourse she will be bringing lots of changes but that isn't what a girl should think on her wedding night right?
*the way u r blushing looking at the bed princess it seems u r
busy with some.. Errmm.. Shall i say wild imagination related to it?*
nupur blushed even harder if that was possible, and she quietly turned around
and searched for her suitcase.
She didn't realize when she was enveloped in his arms and he was hugging her
back and whispered close to her ears, *i
think u should change princess.. You are frowning with all these ornaments
laden on u..*
she was indeed frowning but she had other reasons.
*mayank, mere baqe suitcase kahan hain?*
*i think they are not yet sent.. Gunjan said baqe kal ayen gay..*
*no doubt she said that..*
Mayank chuckled at his wife's expression, *kya hua Nupur?*
taking a deep breath Nupur turned to Mayank with a flimsy material in her
hand, *gunjan only sent one bag which
told me how much busy Gunjan had actually been with my shopping..*
Mayank still looked confused so Nupur
explained exasperated, *gunjan only sent
the night gowns bag! And trust me, i had no idea she had bought me so many of
them..*
mayank's shoulders were shaking with laughter by this time. *remind me to give gunjan a thank you card.*
Nupur glared at him but made her way
to the washroom.
**
A few minutes later when Nupur returned she found Mayank sprawled on bed,
already dressed in his night cloths and feeling shyness surround her, Nupur
quietly walked to the bed and sat at the edge..
Mayank saw his wife sitting at the edge of bed, flowing in a pink night gown
and looking like a pink fairy minus her wand.. But then Nupur never needed a
wand.. Those eyes were enough to make anyone be drowned in her magic..
With a strong urge to see her eyes and
hold her oh so delicate and slender body close to his, Mayank said,
*princess.. This bed is big enough for
both of us.. Please join me..*
nupur turned at his voice but her nervousness was so visible, Mayank
quickly sat up and pulled her in his arms, *relax
princess..* he softly ran his hand thru her head..* it only me.. u trust me, right?*
*i do.. But..* she whispered against his chest and was answered by, *then just trust me sweetheart..*
with this he softly made her lie beside him so that her face rested on his chest and her hand was enveloped in his
*princess wants to
talk for a while?*
*yes
please.. I feel all.. Nervous and anxious and shivery and..*
*and a bride.. you feel like a bride on her wedding night.. Trust me princess,
i m equally nervous..*
Nupur looked up at him, *you
are?*
*how many women do u think i have dated and married and ended up
with in the same bed?*
a little re assured knowing even he was nervous Nupur snuggled
to him and whispered, *i love you..*
*does this mean u r over the nervousness?*
*errmm.. Yes i think for now..*
*and now that my princess is over it can i kiss my wife?*
it was more from the word wife that Nupur looked up but
nonetheless Mayank took it as an opportunity to kiss her. Once his lips molded
into hers, Nupur just moaned and kissed back. Her hands running thru his hair
and his moving on her body trying to get her as close as possible was enough to
ignite all the passion they had for each other.
Softly making Nupur lie on her back, Mayank covered her body with his and soon removing all the barriers of cloths, nervousness, anxiety from between them, Mayank joined their bodies for a dance of love and pleasure making them both forget every anxiety, every fear.. All they remembered was the heights of the pleasure and the way they groaned and confessed their love for each other in even that dazed and intoxicated state.
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