And then, without wasting another breath, he pulled her into a hungry kiss. Meera felt like he would eat her raw. His pace was maddening and he had nearly swallowed her lips whole. She tried to match his intensity but he angled her head and turned it around according to his liking. 

Meera pushed his chest in need of oxygen and inhaled a greedy amount. When he felt that she had taken a deep breath, he dived in again. This time, a little softer. Their tongues met and Meera felt fireworks in her belly.

They pulled back after what felt like an eternity and Abhimaan rested his forehead against hers. They breathed heavily but content smiles formed on their faces. Meera bit her lip to control her blush and Abhimaan kissed her cheekbone softly, making her hide her face in his chest.

Abhimaan and Meera have been dating for almost 6 months now. The two were on a date one evening when Meera asked.

“Maan…hum apni families ko kab batayenge? I mean we’re not getting any younger. And I want to get married now.”

(Maan…when will we tell our families?)

She exaggerated with a pout. He pecked her pout and said.

“My family already knows. Since the day we returned from Sakshi’s wedding.”

Her eyes widened and she looked at him in shock.

“They know? Mai uncle aunty se kitni baar mil chuki hu uske baad Abhimaan. Oh God! Tu mujhe bata nhi skta tha kya?”

(I have met uncle aunty so many times since then. Oh God! Could you not tell me?)

She hid her face in her palms and groaned. Abhimaan chuckled and kissed her head.

“Oyee! Tension kyu le rhi hai? They love you.”

(Why are you getting worried?)

She pouted and leaned against him. She played with his shirt’s button and mumbled.

“Toh ab mere parents ko kab batayenge?”

(When will we tell my parents?)

“Wo toh tu decide kregi na?”

(You will decide that right?)

She looked at him and asked.

“Haan toh jis din tu free ho uss din bata dete hai.”

(Yes so whenever you’re free we will tell that day.)

“Mere free hone na hone se kya relation hai iss baat ka? Batana toh tujhe hai.”

(What is the connection of me being free? You have to tell.)

He frowned and rolled her eyes.

“Tu bhi toh rahega na mere saath.”

(You will also be with me.)

“Pagal wagal hai kya? Mai nhi baith raha uncle ke saamne. Itne saal pehle jab kuch nhi tha tab puchha tha uncle ne meri tabhi hawa tight ho gyi thi. Ab toh mai tabhi aaunga saamne unke jab tu kahegi ki unhone accept kr lia hai aur meri jaan ko khatra nhi hai.”

(Are you mad? I am not sitting in front of uncle. He asked me so many years ago when there was nothing and I was shit scared then. Now I will only go in front of him when you tell me that my life is not at stake.)

Meera gave him a deadpan look and said.

“Mai nhi bataungi jab tak tu mere saath nhi hoga. Tujhe shaadi krni hai mujhse toh saath batayenge warna mai kisi aur se shaadi kr lungi.”

(I will not tell unless you’re with me. We will tell together if you want to marry me or I’ll marry someone else.)

“Yaar ab tu dhamki toh mat de. Mai kaise bolunga uncle se? Goli maar denge mujhe baithe baithe.”

(Don’t threaten me now. How will I tell uncle? He will shoot me straight away.)

His face gave up complete fear. Meera almost chuckled but cupped his face.

“Kuch nhi hoga. Mai hu na. But I need you with me when I tell them about us. Please Maan!”

(Nothing will happen. I am here.)

She knew that calling him by that name was his weakness. And he was aware she used that knowledge to her advantage a lot. Did he mind, though? Not at all. 

He hugged her tightly and kissed her head, giving in to her request.

A week later, the two found themselves sitting in front of Meera’s parents. Abhimaan was sweating profusely even under the AC.

“Abhimaan? Tabiyat thik hai beta teri? Itna paseena kyu aa raha hai?”

(Are you ok? Why are you sweating so much?)

Meera’s mother asked in concern. She had seen the boy since he was a newborn and loved him like her own child.

Her father was a different category altogether. He had never liked Abhimaan and Meera’s closeness since the beginning. It was not like he thought of Abhimaan as a spoiled boy but no one in his eyes could be deserving of his daughter.

“Mai-mai thik hu aunty. Bas wo…”

(I-I am fine aunty. Just…)

He trailed off and wiped his forehead with an uneasy smile. Meera sighed and held his hand, making his eyes widen. Abhimaan looked at her father whose laser sharp eyes were now focused on their joined hands. 

bhimaan gulped and tried to retrieve his hand out of her grasp but Meera knew better. 

“Hume aap dono se kuch baat krni thi. Actually baat nhi. Kuch batana tha.”

(We want to talk to you. Actually not talk. I wanted to tell you something.)

She looked at her parents. Her father specifically, gaining his attention towards her. She took a deep breath and finally disclosed.

“Me and Maan love each other. Hum shaadi krna chahte hai papa.”

(We want to get married papa.)

Her father’s eyes shifted sharply towards Abhimaan and he glared hard. As if it was Abhimaan who had sown the propaganda of marriage with him into his little princess’ mind.

“Sach hai ye?”

(Is this true?)

He asked directly from Abhimaan whose eyes widened dramatically and he nodded his head before shaking it, nodding again and shaking it again in panic.

Meera sighed and clutched his hand tighter.

“Papa! Aap usse darana toh band kro.”

(Stop scaring him.)

“Mai kaha kisi ko dara raha hu?”

(When did I scare anyone?)

Her father asked innocently while still looking at Abhimaan with narrowed eyes. Meera finally got up and walked towards her father. She sat beside him and hugged him, making him immediately hold her closer and kissed her forehead softly.

She smiled and made him look at her to stop him from scaring her boyfriend away.

“Pyaar krta hai wo mujhse. Aur mai usse. And I know ki aapko bhi pata hai ki mujhe Maan se jyada pyaar koi nhi kr skta.”

(He loves me. And I love him. And I know you also know that no one can love me more than Maan.)

His eyes finally softened and he sighed. He dropped his head against hers and closed his eyes.

“I never wanted this day to come.”

His voice sounded strained. Meera felt her eyes get glassy at his words.

“Jis din se tujhe pehli baar apni godh mai uthaya tha…uss din se mai ye jaanta tha ki tere liye kuch bhi kr jaaunga. Par har din, jaise jaise tu badi ho rhi thi…ye darr aur dukh satata tha ki ek din…ek din tu chhod kr chali jaayegi. Kaise bhejunga tujhe mai kisi aur ke saath…kaise rahunga apni nanhi si jaan ke bina…mai…”

(From the day I held you in my arms for the first time…I have known that I would do anything for you. But each day, as you were growing up…a fear was taking place…that you will leave one day. How will I send you with someone else…how will I live without my little princess…I…)

He trailed off as a lone tear escaped his eyes and Meera hid her face in his chest, crying silently. Abhimaan was surprised to see the man he had always seen so tough and untouchable cry for the first time.

His heart ached seeing Meera cry and for a split second he considered becoming a Ghar Jamai. Meera sniffed and looked at her father with a soft smile.

“Koi bhut dur thodi na jaa rhi hu mai. Saath wala ghar hi toh hoga. Roz tapak padungi yaha aapko tang krne.”

(I am not going anywhere far. I will be in the adjacent home. I will come here everyday to annoy you.)

Her father chuckled and kissed her head hugging her tighter. Her mother too joined and Abhimaan watched them with a smile.

Her father saw him and freed one of his hands.

“Tu bhi aaja. You’re an official part of the family now. Jamai raja!”

(You also come here….Son-in-law!)

Abhimaan grinned sheepishly and stepped forward, joining the hug.

3 years later

Meera round her arms around Abhimaan’s neck pulling him down into a hungry, fervent kiss. Abhimaan flipped their positions, getting on his back and clutching her hair. He angled her head and kissed her with equal fervour.

His hands crawled up inside the loose top she wore at night and trailed along her spine making her shiver and release a wavered sigh.

He held the hem of her top and pulled it over head, before flipping their positions again and getting her on her back. He held her hand above her head, making her breasts push up against his mouth.

He gave her a naughty smirk before lowering her lips to her hardened nipple and sucking it hard. Meera clamped a hand over her lips to control her moan from echoing in the room as he feasted on her sore and hyper sensitive breasts.

Abhimaan loved her breasts. Even more after she had started breastfeeding. It was delicious and Meera often complained that Abhimaan sucked her so dry and it felt little for their daughter.

“Maan! Please!”

She whisper moaned and he pulled away from her breasts giving her a desirous look before moving south and pulling her pajamas down her legs along with her panties. 

Without any warning, he pushed his tongue inside her folds, making her turn her face sideways and bury the pillow against her mouth. He knew exactly how to push her buttons. 

He drove her to her edge and stopped right before she could cum. Meera gave her an annoyed look, making him chuckle softly. He got up and removed his clothes before retrieving a condom from the side table and rolling it down his length.

He lined himself against her entrance and slowly pushed inside her. Her mouth fell open due to pleasure and she round her legs around his waist. Her nails scratched his back and she sighed in pleasure.

He increased his pace and she bit his shoulder to control her moans, not wanting to wake up their 6 months old daughter, sleeping peacefully in her baby cot.

Abhimaan hid his face in her neck and groaned against her ear, making her shiver and clench her insides. He cursed in a low whisper and brought one hand down to rub her clit, making her jolt and throw her head back due to the intense pleasure.

Meera clenched harder and released a low breathy moan as she found her high. Abhimaan’s pace increased and she felt him pulse inside her. She knew he was close and clutched his hair pulling him into a deep kiss as he drove himself to his climax.

He groaned against her lips and dropped his weight on hers, careful of not crushing her under it. He dropped to his side and discarded the used condom before pulling her against his body.

They sighed and panted slowly coming down from their high. Abhimaan placed a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead and Meera smiled lazily, snuggling into him.

He cuddled into her and when he felt that she was slipping into slumber, he slowly passed her clothes and helped her wear them after he cleaned her body.

It was somewhere around 2:30 am when he heard a soft wail and saw his daughter awake and wailing for attention. 

Abhimaan got up and cradled her into his arms. She sniffed and rubbed her face against his chest, sighing into his warmth. His heart soared every time she did this. Found comfort in him. 

He brought her to the bed and placed her in the middle carefully. He put his hand on Meera’s wait over their daughter’s little body, holding both of them close to himself. What else did a man want in life?