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Jaan

Summary: Humari Amrit ko humari aankon se aur koi nahi dekh saktha.
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Amrit could hear her own breathing.

That vast room belonging to Veer seems to have shrunken and she couldn't help but glance surreptitiously at the door leading to her own, a part of her wanting to make a dash to it and lock herself in.

It is a hilarious thought, but she couldn't find it in her to laugh.

Veer hugs her from behind, his arms locking around her and holding her flush against him; the world shrinks a bit more, until them and that embrace is all that there is.

"Darr lag raha hai?" He mutters in her ear.

Amrit shudders.

"N - nahi."

Veer chuckles. It is a decadent sound, pressing itself against the side of her throat.

"Itni zor zor se saans le rahi ho tum."

She chooses not to comment, biting her lip and looking away.

It is then, that her eyes falls on the veiled painting. It hadn't been there before, she hadn't noticed it in her hazy state.

Veer reaches out with an arm and tugs off the silk that covers it.

Amrit draws in a startled breath.

It is her. That finished picture from the lamp lit night at the boat house.

He had drawn her in charcoal lines against a red, gold washed canvas. There is light in her eyes, shaded by thick charcoal lined lashes. There is laughter in them, laughter in every inch of her. Her hand is clasped against her throat, her head thrown back in abandence, it looked as if she couldn't contain the mirth that she felt. Amrit had never known she was that beautiful.

"Uss raat aisa laga jaise humne tumhe peheli baar dekha," Veer tells her, raising a hand he tucks back a fallen lock of her hair behind her ear and kisses the shell of her ear.

"Aur tum mein woh sab dekha jiss ke liye saari umra bhatak tha raha, dundh tha raha. Aisa laga jaise agar tum mil jaao kudh ko bhi khona jaayaz hai. Iss duniya mein aana jaayaz hai. Abhi taq zinda rehena jaayaz hai. Humara Hona jaayaz hai. You laughed that night and I fell. From that moment you were the only thing I wanted. Only thing I needed."

His lips press against her shoulder and she drags in a ragged breath.

"I wanted you to want me. Not out of duty, not half heartedly. I wanted you to be compelled to want me the way I want you. I hoped you could see yourself the way I did. That's why I had this brought here."

His deft hands untie her night robe and let it fall.

"That painting is yours. You can keep it in the other room if you want. It is for your eyes only." He strokes the side of her face and nuzzles  her there.

Amrit reaches for him blindly and clutches at his hair, breathing hard as he kisses her jaw.

"Mathlabi hai hum. Humari Amrit ko humari aankon se aur koi nahi dekh saktha."

He nips at the soft skin of her throat, exposed by the bulging neckline of that night shirt. It is too big for her anyway, and gives way to expose most of her shoulder at the slightest tug.

Amrit hisses at the sensation of his teeth grazing against her pulse, his warm tounge laves off the sting and she trembles.

His arms tighten around her, holding her upright against himself, as he suckle on her pulse rather tantalisingly.

"God," he groans, when her arms lock around him, looking for perch, and sinking into his back.

Amrit was distantly aware of the ridged lines on his back, and barely manages to hold herself from touching any fresh wound. He leaves her skin tingling, and his mouth trails up, she seeks it simply to anchor herself.

It is a kiss that she rules, from which she takes as much as he gives. Her teeth worry at that wicked mouth and Veer groans, allowing her to drink him in, tug and suckle at his lips.

She feels the power she has over him, he is wound in tension beneath her palms, each of his muscles that she smoothes over bunch and flex under her touch. It intoxicates her as much as his taste on her mouth.

So much so that her senses are dimmed, her thoughts slow and hazy. Once upon a time, when Veer called himself a nasha, he had not been lying. For so drunk on him she is that she barely notices her clothing being undone.

It is his calloused palm on her skin that makes her shudder with realization. Veer has pushed the nightshirt off her shoulders and it's slipping, Amrit bunches it against her chest with a fist and gasps, unsure and suddenly afraid.

She has never been this exposed before a man, while she is willing to give into this flame that he strokes within her - if she, if she lets go - her knuckles turn white as her grip tightens and Amrit swallows thickly, the sharp edges of her chooriyaan pressing against the supple skin of her chest.

He is her husband. He has that right. No, she must not stop him.

But her grip only tightens further.

Veer steps around, she cannot meet his eye. She cannot bring herself to see disappointment or frustration there.

Amrit cringes at the thought. She is a coward. She is turning back from a word twice given over.

She flinches when he reaches out, but instead, Veer takes her other hand in his. He unfolds the fist she had clenched and places it square against his heart.

Her cool palm against his heated skin, Amrit draws in a breath, and her chooriyaan clicks softly against one another.

"Touch me," he says.

Her eyes flicker up to his and he is watching her, his gaze dark, demanding - all consuming.

The intensity of their contact makes her gasp. His heated skin beneath her palm, his heart beating steadily. Veer draws her closer with his other arm around her waist, his hand runs over her spine. At the slightest brush of her fingertips his heart skips a beat and she feels it - he buries his head against her throat and murmurs.

"You affect me as much," he kisses her ear and her jaw and down her throat, they are all hot open mouthed kisses and makes her toes curl.

Amrit falls into his arms and presses her own mouth against his shoulder. He shudders at the contact.

She kisses him again, on his throat making him swallow forcefully, along the graceful lines of his shoulders, just over his beating heart.

"I don't want your surrender, Jaan..." he assures her. "For I am at your mercy as much as you are at mine. Let go Amrit, tum se nazrein bharne do humein."

His words enthrall her, controlling her as if he had uttered a conjuring.

Veer pulls away from her pointedly just as Amrit allows her fist to unclench. The bunched up shirt clings to her for a moment before falling away, pooling at her feet, baring her, all of her for him to fill his eyes with. She takes a breath through half parted lips and meets his eyes and the fire inside her roars.

His eyes are pools of fire, his gaze leaves a trail of such burn on her that she feels its physical weight.

"Come here," he says, holding out a hand.

His tone is basal and it stirs something inside her. Amrit places her hand on his and he tugs her in, flush against him, skin on skin.

He groans the moment they touch, her softness molding against his hard planes and the next moment he is kissing her, with such ferocious longing.

Without braking apart they tumble on the bed, her on the top of him and his fingers tug at the bun she had folded her hair into.

Those still partially wet coils of hair falls free and covers them, that scent of Jasmin he enjoyed so much wafting in the air.

Veer turns them over, looming over her as she lies below him.

Her hair has finally fanned out on his pillows the way he wanted, her eyes hooded and brimming with passion. Her lips are puffed and ripened in colour, that inviting mouth half parted. She looks like a goddess, laid out to be worshipped.

She raises a hand to beckon him and instead of reaching out lets it hang in the mid air, her bangles chime. Veer takes it, kisses that raw palm where the skin was broken by that whip lash.

Then he kisses the inside of her wrist and along her forearm, the bangles does not thwart him.

Amrit tries to move, drag her hand away. Hide that brand which she was so ashamed of. His tongue laves over it, and his other hand presses on her shoulder, making her lay back down.

He comes over, bracing an elbow on the mattress as he draws close and kisses that forearm again, rather pointedly.

"The next time you see yourself," he mutters, a lazy finger trailing over her face, along the bridge of her nose, tracing the lines of her lips.

He allows her to nip at that finger.

"You will see me branded all over you. On your body, on your soul. On your heart. I want it all Amrit. I shall have it all. Not a foolish brand on your skin, no, what I leave upon you you will never manage to remove. You will never wish to remove."

Her heart clenches at that promise. It is dark and decadent, but honest and ardent at the same time.

"I will teach you pleasure, Jaan, such that no man has ever given - no man ever shall."

He bows over her heaving bosom with that, and kisses the soft flesh. Amrit archs off the bed at the first touch of his hot mouth, a plentiful sigh spilling from her mouth. Veer smiles, a prideful victory flashing over his eyes as he feasts on her curves.

Her responsiveness pleases him, heats his blood, she replies to each swipe of his tongue with an appreciative sigh, a whine, a shudder.

Her peaks are already pebbled, aroused and begging for attention. She shudders at the mere touch of a breath he blows on one.

"Please..." Amrit is uncertain what she is asking for.

But she wants something, anything, she wants -
His mouth closes over her nipple and a cry is torn from her.

Veer hums appreciatively and starts to suck, flicking over that sensitive bud with his tongue.

Amrit's hands bunch on the sheets, her head thrashing from side to side. She couldn't take it. She couldn't even comprehend how she could feel so many different sensations at the same time.

His hands are no longer holding her still, instead they trail over her body, feeling, learning, staking a claim. Down her rib cage, fanning over her hips, over her stomach -

"Oh -!"

He touches her between the legs. A knowing hand squeezes her right where she was throbbing to be touched.

The sensation, the contrast of his large, calloused hand is so much that Amrit keens.

"Shh..." Veer mumbles against her mouth, silencing her with a kiss on her lips. "It's okay, it's fine. Hmm. Relax."

He presses more kisses all the while his hand explores her intimately.

The feeling is overwhelming, over powering and all consuming. He strokes her, again and again until every inch of her is burning in a frenzy.

Her lips tremble when he leaves them, instead he sucks at her earlobe and she shudders. It was all too much. 

"Feel me," he tells her, knowingly reaching places where she ached and pulsed.

A hiss leaves her. Heat pools inside her. The pleasure is a white hot current that pulses.

"Veer..." she thrashes against that hand, against him. "Veer..."

"Hmm?" He hums and bits on her shoulder playfully. "Haan jaan?"

"I - I want to - please," she doesn't know what she wants.

"Look at me," he tells her, holds her gaze and leans on her. "Let go."

His fingers curl inside her and Amrit hears her own cry in a distance.

Stars explode behind her eyelids and she slumps against him as wave after wave of pleasure rocks through her.

Veer kisses her temple, her sweaty hair clings to her face. She is flushed, trembling and still coming apart. Vulnerable, satated and completely his. The feeling is intoxicating.

"Call my name," he tells her softly.

"Veer," it spills from her lips in abundance, sweet and breathy.

Her glassy eyes finds him and her hands cup his face. Amrit kisses him on the lips, dots his jaw with kisses, laves at the salty skin of his throat.

He turns them over, giving her the reins, allowing her to stake her own claim upon him.

She kisses the lines that appear on his brow when his weight finally shifts to his injured back, the broken skin stings and protests but his thoughts are consumed by her and his want.

"Take the lead," he tells her. "I'm yours."

Amrit fumbles for a moment, her hands smoothing over his rippling muscles.

"I don't know how to."

He takes her hand in his, nipping at each finger, before guiding her hands over himself. He holds still as she learns, but his breath shudders and breaks when she explores certain sensitive spots.

Amrit allows his hands to guide her, and she revells in the power she has over him. Sooner he is kissing her again, and his hands sink into her hips.

"Jaan," he confesses against her mouth, as he pulls her against him. "Humse aur nahi hota."

She presses a kiss over his heart and he kneads her softness in his calloused hands, her gasp when he moves to sheath himself in her, he swallows in a salty kiss.

Veer kisses her tenderly, brushing away her tears with his thumbs and his fingers sinking into her hair.

He knows the pain is inevitable, and hence does not comment upon it. Instead he lowers her back to the softness of pillows and brushes a soothing hand along her spine, holding himself still with every last bit of his will.

Amrit whimpers.

"Relax," he tells her, pressing kisses to the side of her face. "You are too tensed. Don't be. Relax."

She seeks his mouth in a form of reassurance and he allows her to tug him into a bruising kiss.

A fragment of the pain he had just inflicted her, she returns to him with her vengeful teeth.

Slowly, Veer begins to move and she arches off with him, swept off in the wave of building pleasure.
The pace builds and so does the pleasure.

Amrit feels overwhelmed by the white hot heat that he keeps stroking. Her world shrinks further and it consists only of Veer.

He is everywhere. His taste in her mouth, his touch on her skin and his claim upon her soul. She was beginning to realize what he meant before, about leaving himself upon her - she breathes and his scent invades her, just as he himself sinks deeper into her, closer than anyone had ever been, a part of her - or maybe she was a part of him.

Her pleasure is building again, the pinnacle she had fallen from before again in sight.

Veer's groan is muffled against her shoulder.

"Humari Amrit," he says, with conviction and such passion that she burns. "Humari jaan."

His voice breaks off and the heat of his essence fills her. It is all that it takes for her to shatter again, his name falling in broken whispers as the throbbing, searing pleasure explodes and drowns her.

Amrit clenches at him, cuddles against him, burrowing her face against the crook of his neck. He presses lazy yet reverent kisses on her shoulder.

Lids of her eyes are heavy and drooping, she sighs against him contentedly, as his warm weight settles upon her, blanketing her in an embrace that now felt like home. He tries to draw away and she holds him with gentle yet insistent hands.

"Stay..." she whispers. "Like that. I want to feel you close."

Veer turns her sideways and folds her into him, their legs still tangled and his face fits into the crook where her neck meets her shoulder.

"Kahi nahi jaa rahein hum," he promises.

Amrit hums her eyes already closed, her head heavy against him. "Ab humara har raasta tum taq pohochte hai. Kahi nahi jaayenge hum."

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Oh the image came from silsila, never mind 😁🤷‍♀️ it had just the shot I wanted without getting anything historically inaccurate on the frame.
An hour earlier to the promised Friday...because tomorrow will be a hectic day at office for me and I didn't want you to be kept waiting when the chapter is already written.
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