<h2>Chapter 1: Shaadi ki Pehli Raat</h2>
The room was drenched in the warm glow of jasmine-scented candles, the air thick with anticipation. Priya, draped in a sheer red saree that clung to her curves like a lover’s caress, stood by the window, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. Raj, her newlywed husband, sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the sherwani he hadn’t yet changed out of. He looked nervous, his fingers trembling slightly as he glanced at her.
‘Kya hua, pati dev?’ Priya teased, her voice a sultry purr as she turned to face him, one hip cocked confidently. ‘Shaadi ki pehli raat hai aur tum toh aise baithe ho jaise exam ka result aane wala hai.’
Raj chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. ‘Arre, Priya, it’s not like that. Bas... thoda nervous hoon. Tum toh itni confident lag rahi ho.’
She sauntered over, her saree rustling softly, the pallu slipping just enough to reveal the swell of her breasts. ‘Nervous? Tumhe kya lagta hai, main yeh sab pehli baar kar rahi hoon?’ She smirked, raising an eyebrow. ‘Relax, Raj. Main tumhe sikha dungi sab kuch.’
Raj’s eyes widened, a flush creeping up his cheeks. ‘Matlab? Tum... tum pehle...?’
Priya laughed, a throaty, unapologetic sound. ‘Arre, chill! Main bas mazak kar rahi hoon. But seriously, tumhe tension lene ki zarurat nahi hai. Main hoon na. Let’s make this night ekdum dhamakedaar.’ She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, ‘Aur waise bhi, mujhe sex pasand hai. Bohot zyada.’
Raj swallowed hard, his breath hitching as her words sent a jolt straight through him. ‘Priya, tum toh bilkul bindaas ho. Mujhe toh lagta hai main tumhare saath pace nahi rakh paunga.’
‘Pace?’ She pulled back, her eyes dancing with challenge. ‘Raj, main tumhe itna thakne nahi doongi ki tum pace ke baare mein socho. Bas, mujhe follow karo.’ With a wicked grin, she pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips in one fluid motion. Her saree rode up, exposing her toned thighs, and Raj’s hands instinctively gripped her waist.
‘Yeh... yeh toh bohot fast ho raha hai,’ he stammered, but his voice was already thick with desire, his body betraying his nerves as she felt him grow hard beneath her.
‘Fast? Yeh toh bas shuruaat hai,’ Priya quipped, grinding against him slowly, deliberately. Her fingers worked at the buttons of his sherwani, her nails grazing his chest. ‘Tumhara yeh nervous wala look mujhe aur horny kar raha hai, pata hai?’
Raj groaned, his hands sliding down to her ass, squeezing as he tried to match her rhythm. ‘Priya, tum toh mujhe pagal kar dogi. Yeh... yeh feeling... it’s too much.’
‘Too much?’ She leaned down, her lips hovering over his, her breath hot against his skin. ‘Abhi toh maine apni asli game shuru bhi nahi ki. Wait till I get you out of these clothes, and show you how wet I am for you.’ Her voice dropped to a seductive whisper, her fingers trailing lower, teasing at the waistband of his trousers. ‘Tumhara cock already itna hard hai, Raj. I can’t wait to feel it.’
His eyes darkened, a mix of shock and raw lust flashing across his face as Priya’s bold words lit a fire in him. The room seemed to shrink, the heat between them building, their bodies aching for more. She kissed him then, fierce and hungry, her tongue claiming his as she pressed herself against him, both of them panting, sweating with anticipation. This was just the beginning, and Priya was ready to take him on a ride he’d never forget.
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