The Star & The Dreamer

Kaat Ke Khaao Jaayega- Aryav's Literal Action (18+)

Sana woke up early, still dressed in her black nightwear with thin tie straps that rested gently on her shoulders. The top, which had a deep neckline, highlighted just a hint of her collarbones and stopped a little above her waist, showing a glimpse of her toned midriff. Her hair was slightly tousled, and she let it down before tying it back into a neat ponytail, with soft fringes falling over her forehead, giving her a fresh, playful look.She was busy making coffee in the kitchen.

Aryav walked out of his room, shirtless, in gym shorts that hung loosely around his waist. His presence filled the room as he stretched and rubbed his eyes. Sana asks him, "You want coffee ?"and offered to make coffee, but Aryav, with a mischievous smirk, said, "Leave the coffee. I'll take this," wrapping his arm around her waist, bringing her close, and taking her lips for a long kiss. He was touching her everywhere as he just wanted her to be in his arms. he tasted her mouth, pressing her boobs with one hand and back with another, until she feels breathless.He hugged her to calm down her from the morning high, momentarily before letting her go, causing Sana to blush lightly.

They spent the morning binge-watching a series, comfortably sitting close on the sofa. The atmosphere was cozy, filled with laughter and light-hearted conversations. Aryav savored these rare, relaxing moments away from his hectic schedule. With no one else around in the house, they felt free to explore their bond without judgment, allowing them to be carefree and at ease. However, as the clock ticked, Aryav remembered he had a meeting. He stood up, noticing the shift in Sana's expression. She tried to maintain her cheerful demeanor, but Aryav sensed the sadness she was trying to hide.

"Gotta head to that meeting," Aryav said, stepping inside to get ready, and Sana nodded. After he finished getting ready, she saw him off with a simple "Bye!" and closed the door behind him. But moments later, Aryav turned back, rang the bell, and waited. Sana opened the door, looking surprised. Aryav gently squeezed her cheeks, making her lips form a pout, and then leaned in to press a lingering kiss on her lips, taking her whole lip into his mouth, sucking it and savoring the moment before popping back with a soft sound.

"I'll be back soon, you billi," he teased, seeing the hint of sadness in her eyes. "Don't look so sad."

Sana laughed, playfully swatting his arm. "Go before I change my mind and lock you in."

Aryav chuckled, giving her a quick squeeze on the shoulder and a soft kiss on her forehead before finally leaving. Sana watched him go, her smile lingering even after the door shut.

With Aryav gone, Sana decided to get ready for the day. She picked out a cute pastel-red top with delicate straps and knots and paired it with a short black skirt that hugged her figure perfectly. She applied a light sheen of gloss on her lips, and her manicured nails, painted in soft black, added a finishing touch to her look. Standing in front of the mirror, she adjusted her ponytail and admired her reflection, ready for the day.

Later in the day, as Sana prepared lunch, Aryav returned home. He was still busy on the phone, and the TV was on, which started to irritate Sana. Wanting to grab his attention, she playfully tickled him and pinched him occasionally, trying to distract him from his calls. Aryav, finding her antics endearing, chuckled and enjoyed the playful interaction.

Sana eventually sat on his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist, which hiked her skirt up and her core touching to his stomach and passing a kind of heat. Their closeness and comfort with each other were evident. Despite the casual and unsaid physical intimacy they had developed, both felt natural and at ease with each other. Aryav continued his phone call while Sana teased him, leaning in to whisper sweet nothings and gently pinching him, making him laugh and momentarily distracting him from the call. He mouthed to her, "What are you doing, sweetheart? Lagrahi hai!"