𝟒𝟒- 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒

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AMAYRA'S POV

We were kissing each other hungrily. When he suddenly pulled back and looked into my eyes. He asked me 'can I touch you?' First I didn't understood what he meant by that but then I followed his gaze which were towards my breasts and I understood.

I felt shy.. while looking down I nodded in yes. As soon as I nodded in yes. He pinned me towards the wall and started squeezing my breasts while kissing me. I was feeling aroused. He was squeezing and pinching on my nipples. After few mins I tapped on his shoulder to stop him. He pulled back with heavy breaths and left from there.

I stood there confused. Why did he left? Did I make him angry? I think I shouldn't have stopped him. I was just thinking all this when a message popped up in my phone. It was his message. " Jaan I can't control myself...so I need to take care of your baby ansh. Don't overthink okay baby. You go downstairs I'll join you in few mins."

When I read this message I became confused. What did he meant by 'my baby ansh'. But then suddenly it clicked what he was trying to say. My eyes widened after realizing. I went downstairs and waited from him to come. After few mins he came down too. He was walking towards me and I felt my cheeks heating up. I was a blushing mess. He came near me and whispered. "This is what you do to me Jaan. I literally don't have control on myself nowadays." He said and smirked. "Kitne besharam hogaye ho tum." I said. He just chuckled.

Later we went to have our dinner. We were eating our dinner peacefully when his someone came near our table and said "putar ji kese ho?" She asked me I looked at ansh and he said "she's my bua" "ohh.." I stood up and hugged her. "Kese hai aap bua ji." I asked her. "Haye ni... Tujhe pair padna nai ata? Bado ke pair padte hai yu gale nai lagte ." She said. I saw ansh's expression changed. I signalled him with eyes not to say anything. I bent down to touch her feet. "Sada sukhi raho.. aur pati ki Kuhb seva Karo" she said and I nodded. She sat beside us and started talking to us. "Toh beta tum koi naukari Karti ho?" She asked me.

"Hanji.. me in fashion designer Hu." I said. "Aacha... sahi hai Sara kaam kar lo kyuki shadi ke baad toh vese Bhi aurate house wife hi hoti hai." She said while laughing. I gave her a nervous smile. "Vese putar.. mujhe nai laga tha tum itna Aacha dance kar leti ho. Matlab tum tho di si healthy ho na... vese aaj kal toh Kafi gym vagereh Bhi Khul Gaye hai. Tum join karlo... 1 mahine mein hi fit ho jaoge Phir dono ki Jodi aur zyada Aacha dikhegi." She said.

This was the first time I felt ashamed of my body. Don't we look good together? "Bua ji Arya Jesi Bhi hai bohot sundar hai. Isse koi gym ki zarurat nai hai. Aur rahi baat humari Jodi ki toh puri duniya iss Jodi se pyaar karti hai. Aur woh shadi ke baad Bhi kaam Karegi. 4 Saal tak mene Uska wait Sirf usko ghar bithane ke liye nai kiya hai... usko independent bana ne ke liye kiya hai." Ansh said I looked at him with soft. I kept my hand on his to stop him.and he stopped. Bua ji looked at us and said.

"Hey Bhagwan isne toh Abhi se hi mere bache ko apne vash mein kar liye hai." Ansh was about to say something when maa came and said. "Areee Didi aap yaha Kya kar rahi hai. Rudra ke papa apko dhundh rahe hai." She said to bua ji and she stood up and left. Maa came near me and said. "Beta agar unhone kuch Bhi ulta siddha kaha ho toh ignore karna. Woh thodi purani khayalat ki hai." Maa said and then she left too. I stood up with my plate and threw it in the dustbin. I didn't feel like eating anymore. Usually when people insult them. They start eating more. But in my case if I'm sad or feeling bad I don't eat food.

I went back near ansh took my phone and said "umm mein Zara ati Hu." I said and went upstairs in dressing room. I stood in front of mirror and stared at myself. After few mins tears started rolling down my cheeks. "Sahi toh Keh rahi thi bua ji. Ansh toh mujhse pyaar karta hai woh mujhe kabhi muh Pe nai bolega that I'm too fat..." I said while looking at myself in the mirror.

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