The Stigma Called Love - Chapter 43

Aparna opened her eyes and looked down and saw his head going lower. She gasped in anticipation as he spread her thighs more and dipped his head between them. The moment his tongue touched her core, a coil of electricity shot through her making her body arch like a bow.

Nishant’s blood was boiling with the sensations running in his body. Completely intoxicated by her taste, he just flicked his tongue and lips back and forth, and felt her fingers pushing his head more into her as she clutched his hair. Not wanting anything else, he let her guide her.

But Aparna wanted him inside more than anything else. She tugged at his hair beckoning him on top of her. The moment he relented, she raised herself and started to kiss him with feverish need.

Her wantonness shocked him plus excited him like hell. Her mouth was not only kissing him but was as demanding as ever. As she dragged his tongue inside her mouth, he moaned hard not able to control anything at all. Before he could think anything else, she let go of his mouth and traced her tongue along his throat and shoulder sending spasms of electric heat down his spine.

“Aparna!” he exclaimed feeling her fingers gripping his manhood tightly.

He was about to drag her hand off when she pushed him down on the bed again and slid along his body to go down.

Aparna wanted to taste him as he had tasted her. Not allowing him a moment to stop her, she grabbed his hard shaft and licked the tip of it.

Sensations more potent than poison, bombarded his body and mind, and he twisted hard with its force.

“Look at me,” she commanded.

Just as he looked at her, she saw her taking him in her mouth without breaking their eye contact. If the earlier sensations had bowled him over then, the sight of her head going up and down on him and feel of her lips and tongue stopped his breath completely. He writhed under the pressure of her mouth not able to control the excruciating force threatening to escape.

“Baby, please stop,” he said groaning hard as he grabbed her by the arms and dragged her up.

The moment she came on top of him, she took him in her, slowly accommodating him.

Not able to bear the agonising wait, Nishant jerked upwards and was fully inside in one thrust.

Aparna’s head went back as she gasped with the impact of him hitting her inner core with such force. Her impatience took the better of her and she started to move slowly at first trying to savour the feeling of having him inside again.

Nishant pulled himself up and wrapped his arms around her and pumped hard.

As their rhythm increased so did their hunger for each other. Biting, kissing, licking and tongues swirling, they branded each other with their love. The sensations rose in their body like a whirlwind and encompassed everything they possessed.

Aparna’s body fell back as waves of passion coiled inside her and then erupted with violent force. Her body twisted as she gave in to the sensation of her release.

He held her in his arms and drove inside her with all his might. The more his thrusts increased the more he came close to his release.

Knowing he was close, Aparna grabbed him against her bosom and started to move beckoning him.

As her thrusts took to a new rhythm, Nishant felt his world disintegrating around him. With one final push, he exploded with volcanic force. His body shook with the spasms of his life flowing inside her and he collapsed against her breasts.

Both of them slumped hard on the bed satiated with the intensity of their love making.

As Aparna slid away from him, she pulled him with her and he grabbed her in his arms. He buried his face in her throat, closing his eyes. She circled her arms around him hugging him tightly.

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Nishant woke up with a start to the shrill sound of his phone ringing on the bedside table.

Dammit! Who is it so early in the morning?

Irritated, he stretched his hand to pick the phone. He rubbed his eyes and blinked twice to look at the caller ID.

Amaan Bhaiya?

Why is he calling him and that to so early?

“Ya, Amaan Bhaiya,” he said groggily.

“Have you seen the news?” Amaan Gupta, head of PR asked.

“Nope! Why? What has happened?”

“Just switch on the TV and look at the news. God, Nishant. You should have been more responsible,” Amaan replied clearly sounding piqued about something.

Responsible? Him?

Now what?

Disconnecting the call, he slowly dragged his hand away from Aparna trying hard not to wake her up and switched on the television. The first news channel showed reporters outside his apartment and Naik House.

What the hell?

Switching off the TV, he strode out of the bedroom. Dhruv was already watching the news and by the look of him, he was not at all pleased.

Minute by minute passed as Nishant’s mind registered the news. Images of him and Aparna in Tosh, Kheer Ganga and Darjeeling were plastered everywhere on television.

He was about to turn away from the TV when he caught a glimpse of news channel vans outside Madhu’s house. As he noticed cameramen and reporters outside Prakriti’s school, Nishant clenched his fists in anger.

But the worst was yet to come.

He was still in the process of dialling Avinash’s number in Darjeeling when Kavin Malik’s face flashed on the television alongside Aparna’s with the details of their divorce.

Nishant finally lost it.

Taking the remote from Dhruv’s hand, he switched off the television.

“Call Siraj and tell Amaan Bhaiya that I want to meet the press,” he said with gritted teeth.

As he was keeping the remote on the table, a faint movement from behind caught his eye. He turned and froze.

Aparna was standing in the bedroom doorway staring at the television with horror-struck eyes.

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