It has been exactly one month since our marriage. Lately, I have started noticing small but beautiful changes in Abhijit. He has begun growing his hair longer, he shaved off his moustache completely which makes his face look sharper and cleaner, and most surprisingly, he joined the local gym. Now when I look at him, he appears so much more handsome — his shoulders seem broader, his arms stronger, and that quiet confidence in his eyes makes my heart skip every time.
Even though it has only been one month, Abhijit has never once touched me in a bad or forceful way. We talk for hours, we laugh at silly things, we share stories from our childhood. He has truly become my best friend. Every moment I spend with him feels warm, safe, and joyful.
The next day, after my shower, I walked back into our bedroom wrapped in a towel. On our bed lay a neatly wrapped gift with a single beautiful sunflower placed on top. My heart whispered — Abhijit must have brought this flower just for me. A wave of happiness washed over me. I carefully opened the gift and found two confirmed AC train tickets to Jammu Tawi, followed by onward journey to Kashmir. Tears of joy filled my eyes instantly.
Just then Abhijit entered the room. With a soft smile he asked, "Did you like the gift?" Without thinking, I ran to him and hugged him tightly — for the very first time my boobs pressed firmly against his muscular chest. I could feel his strong heartbeat through his shirt. Whispering against his neck I said, "I really, really like your gift."
A few days later we boarded the train. We reached Jammu Tawi station , took a cab, and finally arrived in Srinagar. Our pre-booked hotel was beautiful, overlooking the lake. We freshened up, had a light dinner, and went straight to bed because the next day we had an early start to explore the mountain ranges.
Morning came. Our cab drove through winding roads surrounded by snow-capped peaks, lush green valleys, and shimmering lakes. We stopped at countless viewpoints, clicked hundreds of pictures and selfies, laughed until our stomachs hurt, held hands while walking on the grass. Every moment felt like a dream.
By evening we returned to the hotel around 8 PM. Our room had a large balcony with the most breathtaking view of the mountains and the Dal Lake glowing under the moonlight. We sat there talking, sharing childhood memories, dreams for the future. Time flew and it became 9 PM. We ordered dinner in the room — I suggested Kashmiri Pulao and authentic Rogan Josh.
While eating, Abhijit suddenly looked at me with a playful smile and said, "If I give you a challenge, can you win it?"
I laughed confidently, "I win every challenge."
"Okay then," he said, "finish your dinner without folding your hands even once."
It sounded simple but proved impossible. No matter how I tried — using only one hand, balancing the plate — I simply couldn't eat properly without folding at least one arm. Frustrated and laughing, I said, "Now you show me how it's done."
He took a spoonful of rice, brought it gently to my lips and fed me. "See? This way your hands stay unfolded." His eyes were full of affection. I felt my cheeks burn. Then I took the spoon, fed him a bite, and he whispered while chewing slowly, "I love you, Nikita."
My heart melted. Softly I replied, "I also started loving you."
Later we went downstairs to the hotel garden where a bonfire was arranged. The crackling fire, cold air, warm blankets, and soft music made everything magical. We sat close, my head on his shoulder. After some time he excused himself, spoke quietly on the phone for a few minutes, then came back smiling mysteriously.
When we returned to our room, my breath caught. The entire space was transformed — rose petals scattered on the bed, candles flickering everywhere, fairy lights twinkling, soft music playing in the background. I immediately understood — while we were at the bonfire, he had called the hotel staff to arrange this beautiful surprise.
Abhijit took my hand, pulled me gently closer and asked in a low voice, "Do you like it?"
"Very much… my husband," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion.
He moved behind me, slid his fingers slowly into my hair, playing with the strands, massaging my scalp lightly. Goosebumps spread across my skin. His fingertips traced the outline of my ear, then brushed feather-light across my lips. I closed my eyes, surrendering completely. He leaned in and gave the softest, most tender kiss on my lips — just 10–15 seconds — then pulled back. I waited, lips parted, craving more. When I opened my eyes he was gazing at me with so much love and desire. Before I could speak, he captured my lips again — deeper this time. His kiss was slow, exploring, tasting every corner of my mouth. His hand stayed in my hair, tugging gently, while the other rested on my waist.
He guided me toward the large mirror in the center of the room. Standing behind me, he wrapped both arms around my waist in a tight hug. Looking into my eyes through the reflection he whispered, "Look at the girl in the mirror… she looks so beautiful tonight." Then he pressed a soft kiss on my cheek. Slowly he slid one sleeve of my red sweater off my shoulder, exposing my bare skin. He kissed that naked shoulder reverently, then the other. I watched in the mirror as his hands moved down, fingers interlacing with mine. Our hands moved together as he brought them up, letting me feel his strength. Then his palms glided over my sweater, cupping my boobs gently from outside the fabric. I gasped at the warmth and firmness of his touch. He turned my face toward him and kissed me deeply again.
Kiss after kiss, he slowly pulled my sweater up and over my head. Now I stood in just my pink bra. "You look gorgeous," he breathed, eyes dark with want. Carefully he removed my artificial leg and lifted me in his arms like I weighed nothing. My heart pounded wildly as he carried me to the bed and laid me down.
He started with my forehead — soft kisses. Then my eyelids, the tip of my nose, finally my lips — slow and deep. His mouth moved to my neck, sucking lightly, then licking the sensitive spot behind my ear. Hot breath against my skin, he whispered, "I love you, Nikita… so much."
He gently turned me onto my stomach. His lips began a slow worship of my back — every inch of my spine received kisses, tiny licks, warm breaths. When he reached my bra hook, he paused, giving me time to feel the anticipation. One by one the hooks opened. My entire back was bare. He kissed and tasted every part — shoulders, spine, lower back — making me shiver with pleasure.
I was still wearing tight jeans. His hands roamed over the denim, squeezing my ass firmly once. A loud moan escaped me. "Abhijit…" I whispered desperately.
He rolled me onto my back again. Deep kiss on the lips. Then slowly, teasingly, he pulled my bra away completely . One finger circled my boobs in lazy spirals — coming close to the nipples but never touching. Round and round, over the soft curves, down to my navel, across my stomach — everywhere except the aching peaks. My body arched, silently begging. The wait was torture and ecstasy together. I wanted his mouth on my nipples so badly — lick them, suck them, play with them.
Suddenly he bent and sucked one nipple for just five seconds — hard and wet — then pulled away. Fire exploded inside me. Butterflies raged in my stomach. My whole body trembled, silently screaming for more.
He kissed my lips softly. "What happened, dear? Is your body overwhelmed with excitement? Does it want my mouth on your nipples? Do you want me to suck them?"
I could only give a shy smile and nod.
He teased mercilessly. "You have to say it clearly first… 'Please suck my nipples… my nipples want you.' Only then I'll give you that pleasure."
Blushing deeply, I whispered, "Abhijit… will you please suck my nipples?"
He shook his head playfully. "Not yet, madam. First give me a beautiful kiss on my lips."
I leaned up and kissed him deeply. He stayed still at first, letting me taste his lips, then finally responded — passionate, hungry.
His tongue flicked just the tip of one nipple — I moaned loudly. Then he took the entire peak into his mouth, sucking deeply, tongue swirling, teeth grazing ever so lightly. He moved to the other nipple — same worship — lick, suck, gentle bite. While sucking he pressed both boobs together, creating delicious pressure. Then he created a vacuum, pulling more of my boobs into his warm mouth. I was going crazy, fingers tangled in his longer hair, hips lifting off the bed.
Slowly his kisses trailed down — ribs, navel. His hands worked on the button of my jeans, unzipped them, peeled them off inch by inch. Now only my pink panty remained. "You look so hot in this," he murmured.
He kissed my inner thighs, licked the sensitive skin, then moved higher. Soft kisses over the panty fabric right on my pussy. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and slowly pulled it down, exposing me completely. A gentle kiss directly on my naked pussy. Then his fingers explored — tracing every fold softly, curiously, lovingly. He tasted the outer lips first, then parted them gently and licked the inner layer. His tongue entered slowly, exploring, tasting. He increased the pace — licking faster, circling my clit. Pleasure built rapidly. I came hard, shuddering, releasing into his mouth. He kissed me immediately afterward, letting me taste myself on his lips.
He removed his pants. His dick stood hard, thick, ready. He rubbed the tip slowly over my wet pussy — up and down, teasing my entrance. Desire flooded me again. "Fuck me, dear…" I begged.
He positioned himself, gave a gentle thrust — just the head entered. Then slowly, carefully, he pushed deeper until his entire dick filled me completely. We both moaned at the sensation. He started moving — slow at first, then faster, harder. I scratched his back, bit his shoulder in ecstasy. He fucked me passionately, deeply, until both of us were trembling, exhausted, spent.
Afterward I curled against his chest, my boobs pressed to his skin, his fingers gently playing with my hair. Softly I whispered, "Thank you for everything. You gave me a new life… real love… real happiness."
He chuckled and teased, "I don't like 'thank you'. I like 'I love you'."
I smiled, looked into his eyes and said, "I love you."