“Stop me now, Nisha.”

He mumbled but when she closed her eyes, knowing what he was aiming for, he smiled and closed the distance between their lips.

He started slowly, pecking her lips briefly. Softly. After three pecks, he pulled back slightly to see her reaction. 

She opened her eyes to meet his. They shared an eye contact briefly before she threaded her fingers in his hair and pulled him back down, kissing him more passionately this time.

The kiss deepened. More passionate. More hungry. Yash moved his hands down her waist, down to her thighs and swiftly pulled her over his lap.

She squealed against his lips but her complaints dissolved into the kiss. He snaked his hands around her waist while the other held her hair in a firm grip.

She moaned, feeling his semi-hard erection pressing against her core.

She pulled back briefly to gaze into his eyes shyly. Yash was totally unbothered about his situation down there and pulled her back into the kiss. 

He had waited to do that for so long and he was starving. They had no idea how long they kissed. But Nisha ended up staying at his place that night. 

They didn’t do anything apart from kissing and making out, but discussed about themselves. Their changed relationship and what all of it meant. 

Before sleeping, the two were sure that they weren’t the kind to fool around and had feelings for each other. 

It had been more than a month that the two have confessed and started dating. Nisha couldn’t ask for a more perfect man than Yash. 

And Yash was a complete goner. He was so whipped. And so clingy, she loved it.

Even right now,  she was trying to focus on cooking, while he held her from behind and peppered kisses along her jaw and neck.

She giggled and pushed him away for the umpteenth time.

“Yash! Khaana jal jaayega.”

(The food will burn.)

“Who cares? Let me have my food.”

He whispered naughtily, making her blush and nudge him with her elbow. He switched off the stove, held her waist, turned her around and placed her on the counter in one swift move.

She released a surprised gasp and looked at him wide eyed.

Before she could get any words out of her mouth, he held her cheeks between two of his fingers and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss.

She moaned in between the kiss and he caressed her thigh before pulling her closer, making their centres align. 

Yash nipped at her neck and she moaned feeling his arousal and the sweet attack on her neck.

“Will you go on a date with me tomorrow?”

He asked in between. Nisha reacted after a minute. She pushed him off slightly and raised her eyebrows at him.

“Huh?”

He smiled and caressed her cheeks.

“Will you go on a date with me?”

“We have been dating for almost a month and a half now. Tumhe ab yaad aaya date pr le jaana?”

(You remember now to take me on a date?)

He chuckled at her complaint and kissed her cheek.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

She hummed and hugged him.

“So? Will you?”

“Yes. Kaha chalenge?”

(Where will we go?)

“Jaha tum kahogi.”

(Wherever you say.)

“Arre! Thodi mehnat kro.”

(Do some hardwork.)

He chuckled again and pecked her lips. 

Nisha was really excited. It was her first date. Not just with Yash but in general. And she wanted to look her best. 

She had taken extra efforts to get ready and impress him. Yash was nervous. Too nervous. 

He wanted to impress her. It wasn’t a very high-end restaurant that he chose but it was a good, decent place. He hoped she would like it.

He rang the bell to her apartment and waited for her with flowers in his hands, tapping his foot in nervousness.

Nisha opened the door and Yash felt his breath hitch. She looked so elegant and beautiful.

She was wearing a strapless blush pink satin bodice with side-ruching and a statement bow, paired with high-waisted, ivory wide-leg trousers. She completed the look with elegant pearl-embellished heels and a simple cream clutch. 

She had left her hair open. Yash didn’t waste another moment and kissed her softly. Nisha smiled between the kiss and clutched his shirt.

“I got these for you.”

He passed her the flowers and she looked at them in awe. 

“They match my outfit!”

She grinned wide and he shrugged.

“Yeah! Coincidence.”

She giggled and clutched his arm as they descended down the building.

The dinner was amazing. Nisha loved the place and the food. Yash was relieved and the two enjoyed themselves a lot.

They were waiting for the bill when Nisha noticed a woman look their way. She was continuously looking at Yash, making Nisha grit her teeth at her.

“What’s wrong?”

He asked, noticing the change in her expression.

“Bilkul sharam nhi hai aaj kal ki ladkiyon mai. Dusro ke boyfriends ko aise aankhein phaad phaad kr dekhti hai.”

(Girls these days are so shameless. They stare at other girl’s boyfriend’s with such lusty eyes.)

Yash smiled but his gaze didn’t waver from her face.

“I don’t care. Meri nazre sirf tumpe hai. Kya farak padta hai kisi aur ki mujhpr hai toh.”

(I have eyes only on you. Who cares who has eyes on me.)

She blushed at his words and soon they got out of the restaurant hand in hand.

It has been a week since their date. The two were together in Yash’s apartment this time. 

Nisha was over his lap. His hands around her waist as they kissed passionately. Nisha released a wavered breath when his hands entered her top from behind. Caressing her skin.

He pulled back while biting at her lip, leaving it with a pop. The doorbell rang and Nisha pulled back with a frown.

“Were you expecting someone?”

Yash shook his head, equally confused. She got off his lap and he went to his room to calm himself down.

Nisha opened the door and frowned seeing a young, beautiful woman standing with a solemn expression.

“Yes? How may I help you?”

“This is Yash’s place, right?”

The woman asked and Nisha nodded.

“Then who’re you?”

Nisha raised her eyebrow, not liking the tone.

“I should be the one asking that.”

“I’m his girlfriend. Sona.”