Aanya shifted lower and moved from his stomach to directly above his erection. She started grinding herself against him. He groaned loudly and held her hips, guiding her movement.

A wet patch formed over the cloth above their crotches due to the heat and friction the two shared but neither of them cared.

When Abhimanyu felt like he would bust through his pants, he flipped their positions, making her yelp in surprise. 

“I can’t wait anymore, love. Tell me if you want this or we stop here.”

His voice betrayed his pain and desperation. Aanya panted heavily and whispered urgently.

“Please….don’t stop….I want you….I want this…Abhimanyu!”

She moaned and he got rid of the rest of his clothes, letting his erection sprang free. Aanya bit her lip seeing his thick, long erection. He wrapped his fist around it, pumping it a few times before rubbing it against her clothed pussy.

Aanya moaned and moved her pelvis in sync. He groaned and came to a stop realising something. 

“What’s wrong?”

Aanya asked, frowning at his abrupt pause. 

“I don’t have condoms.”

She bit her lip and mumbled shyly.

“Wo…meri almirah mai hai ek…”

(Umm…there’s one in my almirah…)

“Wha-how do you have them?”

“Shaadi ke time bhabhi ne dia tha….tease kr rhi thi. Maine pheka nhi.”

(Bhabhi gave me at the time of marriage…she was teasing. I did not throw.)

Abhimanyu grinned and got off the bed, rushing to her almirah. He took out the box from where she guided and came back to join her in bed.

He rolled one over his length and looked into her eyes, taking permission before taking her panties off. He started slow, entered inch by inch.

“Tell me if it hurts too much, okay? I don’t have any experience in all this so it might.”

He mumbled and she looked at him surprised.

“You…you’ve never done this before?”

“No. Why would you assume otherwise?”

He asked softly as he parted her hair from her face and pushed inside her more. She moaned and whispered.

“You’ve been brought up in America. Aaj kal toh… India mai bhi virgin ladke milna… mushkil hai…ye toh phir bhi America hai. It’s …common here…right?”

(In today’s times…getting virgin boys…is difficult in India too…this is America.)

She managed between deep breaths. Abhimanyu was completely inside her and she felt stuffed. Full. She could feel him inside her.

“I was never interested in one night stands and I never had a girlfriend. Plus, I’m not a pre-marital sex kind of a person.”

He explained and kissed her passionately. Aanya round her legs around his waist and he slowly started to move inside her. 

At first, it stung a little. But soon, the discomfort faded and pleasure took over. Aanya urged him to move faster.

Abhimanyu stopped, making her frown.

“I want to try something.”

He mumbled while pecking her lips and sitting on the bed with his legs sprawled in front of him. He motioned her to sit on his lap. She followed and straddled his lap with each of her legs on his either side.

The Lotus Position. He wrapped his arms around her waist and slowly guided himself inside her. The new position made her feel him even deeper and hit a spot that made her see stars. Wrapped in warmth, they let the night whisper promises of forever.

6 years later

Abhimanyu and Aanya entered the mansion. Arin, their 4 year old son, left her mother’s hand rushed into his dadi’s waiting arms.

“Dadi!”

(Grandma!)

He squealed excitedly and Manya returned the little boy’s excitement.

“Mera ladooo!”

(My sweet!)

Manya took the boy in her arms and hugged him tightly. 

“Dekho dadi! Maine kya banaya.”

(See dadi! What I made.)

He showed the paper he had brought. Manya smiled seeing the stick figure drawing.

“Oh wow! This is beautiful. Kaun kaun hai ye?”

(Who is this?)

“Ye dadu hai, ye aap ho, ye mumma aur ye papa.”

(This is dadu, this is you, this is mumma and this is papa.)

He showed excitedly and Manya asked about the little figure in between.

“Aur ye chhota sa kaun hai?”

(And who is this little one?)

“Ye mai hu!”

(This is me!)

He giggled and Manya kissed his cheek lovingly.

“Aree ye toh mera ladoo hai.”

(This is my sweet.)

“Dadi! Ladoo!”

(Grandma! Sweet!)

He asked about the delicacy his dadi made. 

“Abhi laati hu, mere ladoo ke liye ladoo.”

(I will get it now, sweet for my sweet.)

Aanya and Abhimanyu shook their heads seeing him. Aanya touched Abhijeet’s feet.

“Kitni baar mana kia hai tumhe. Betiyan paer nhi chhuti. Sunti nhi ho na.”

(I have denied so many times. Daughters don’t touch feet. You don’t listen.)

Aanya giggled and held her ear in mock apology making Abhijeet chuckle.

“Mai room mai samaan rakh kr aati hu.”

(I will keep this in our room.)

Aanya left and Abhimanyu looked around.

“Wo…file upar hai na. Mai lekar aata hu.”

(That…file is upstairs right. I will get it.)

He mumbled making Abhijeet smirk.

“Itne saal ho gye shaadi ko. Ab bhi bahane kyu bana raha hai. Teri hi biwi hai. Chala jaa.”

(It’s been so many years since marriage. Why are you making excuses. She is your wife. Go.)

Abhimanyu rubbed his neck sheepishly and left without another word. He reached his room and saw Aanya place their bags in the corner of the room.

He hugged her from behind, taking her by surprise.

“Abhi! Dara dia aapne.”

(You scared me.)

“Ab tak toh aadat ho jaani chahiye tumhe.”

(You should be habitual by now.)

He said, nuzzling his nose into her neck. She giggled because it tickled and turned in his arms. He leaned in and kissed her softly but before he could deepen the kiss, Arin came running in.

“Mumma! Potty!”

He bounced on his toes and Abhimanyu groaned.

“Romance ke beech mai potty kyu aati hai isse.”

(He has to go potty in between romance.)

Aanya giggled and took her son to the washroom. She covered the seat with his baby seat so that he doesn’t hurt himself by falling and made him sit.

She came out and saw her sulking husband.

“Abhi! Mai soch rhi thi…ki ab Arin 4 saal ka ho gaya hai…we should plan for another baby now.”

(I was thinking…that Arin is 4 now…)

Abhimanyu got serious and shook his head.

“We’ve talked about this, Aanya. We’re not having any more babies. Arin is enough for us.”

“But Abhi-”

“No Aanya! Nhi!”

(No!)

He said sternly and she felt tears in her eyes. In the next second she was crying and he panicked.

“Arre! Aanya! Jaan stop crying. Mai gussa thodi na kr raha hu jo tum ro rhi ho.”

(I am not scolding that you are crying.)

“Aap…aap mujhe abort krne ko bolenge.”

(You…you will ask me to abort.)

She cried harder and Abhimanyu did a double take. 

“What nonsense! Mai aisa kyu kahunga. You’re not even preg-wait! You’re pregnant?”

(Why will ask that.)

She nodded and cried, making him freeze. He hugged her and kissed her head.

“Shh! Stop crying! I’m not against having a baby, meri jaan…but I almost lost you the last time. I can’t go through that again. I’m just scared.”

“Zaruri toh nhi hai na ki dobara wahi complications ho.”

(It’s not necessary that those complications occur again.)

She countered and he nodded. His heart was beating wildly. Her heart had almost stopped when she delivered Arin. He almost lost her. 

“Arre ab rona toh band kro.”

(Stop crying now.)

“Aap khush nhi hai.”

(You are not happy.)

She cried harder and he smiled.

“Who said I’m not happy, silly. This baby…it’s a part of me and you. And I can never not be happy with something that has a part of you. I love you.”

She stopped crying and sniffed. 

“Sach mai? You’re happy?”

(Really?)

“I am. I’m just a little scared. But we’re in this together.”

He kissed her head and she smiled. Just then, they heard a loud voice call from the washroom.

“Mummy! Ho gyi!”

(It’s done!)

They laughed loudly when their son called for her. Life is a bed of roses. Fragrant and beautiful but with some thorns here and there. But that’s what makes it life.