Many of us know what we want in our lives, yet circumstances don't allow us to attract them. One such example was Adhir and Ankita. They know what they want for each other; they've got a clear vision for their lives.

That made them get apart. Their career choices, family expectations, and priorities weighed heavily on their shoulders, leading them to separate.

In marriage, love and affection weren't enough to succeed in your relationship. Respect and compromise play a larger role.

Coming to Ankita and Adhir for a moment, they wanted to forget everything and drown in each other's embrace. Seeking unrequited love in the present.

Ankita’s petite figure was beautifully caged under Adhir. Like a key fixing in lock. Yeah, they're each other's access to their peace and fondness.

Ankita's locks were spread on the car seat and falling on either side of the neck. Her chest was visibly rising and falling. Adhir was supporting his body weight on elbows placed on either side of Ankita's chest.

 All the while, their eyes never left the contact. Her pallu got disheveled, revealing her fair cleavage and highlighting her boobs. He slowly leaned on her, kissing her forehead, and closed his feelings to her cold skin.

“You don't know how fcvking beautiful you're, Ankita,” he whispered on her lips, which were inches apart. With that, she fisted his wet shirt, feeling butterflies in her stomach with his mere words.

"Umm, what if we regret doing this the next morning?” She questioned intensely, staring into his dark orbs, which darkened with her query.

“Not in my dreams; I'll regret loving you. You've no idea how vulnerable you left me,” he declared, tugging a hair strand sticking on her face.

He adjusted between her legs and pushed them wide. Back seat was wide enough to adjust both of them. His hard erection poked on the dripping core, making her moan.

“Ahhh,’ She moaned, arching her back.

He further pressed firmly, drawing reactions out. He lazily unfurled the saree, which fell down. She raised her face a little to claim his dark pink lips.

He wanted to push her down, dodging lips. She tried again, but he placed lips on her left cheek. Not meeting her hungry lips. She failed multiple times and got frustrated. Fisting his collar, she jerked his face close and captured his lips, leaving no chance to tease.

Circling her fingers around his nape, she pulled him into her and fiercely sucked his lips. No matter how much she denies, the need for him never dies.

He smirked, looking at her edgy patience. Finally, he gave in, reciprocating the kiss, and he let her dominate. He traveled hand between them, groping her left boob and squeezing hard, to which she bit his lips hard, controlling her moans.

Adhir felt her erect nipples and twisted over the blouse. Which only aroused Ankita more. Going breathless, she detached and panted. Leaving no moment, Adhir attacked her neck.

She turned her face to the right, giving more access to him. He altered between her boobs, kneading, squeezing, and twisting her hard buds. A trail of moans filled the car.

He sucked her neck, leaving marks for which she whined. “Dhir, don't leave marks. I don't have a concealer to hide them,” she worried, still drowning in a pool of lust and desire for her ex-husband.

“Right now it's my least concern.” He ignored her concern and indulged in sucking and nibbling her neck, searching for her sweet spot. 

It's like he's nibbling, leaving a sting pain and soothing the spot by licking with his tongue. He peppered her with deep, intense open-mouth kisses on her neck, chest, and cleavage.

She couldn't do anything but squirm like a fish under his locked cage while moaning sensually. Her moans and sultry cries encouraged him more.

At the moment, they forgot the differences and fights, family issues, and everything else that were reasons for their current state. Their life was like a dessert filled with useless sand, and abruptly they found Oasis giving hope and drenching their thirst.

But what they didn't know was that it's just a mirage raising false hopes and illusions. Sometimes delusions can keep a person alive and survive the worst, hoping to see bright rays the next morning.

 Becoming impatient, Adhir held the hems of Ankita's blouse, pulling them apart and revealing her perfect firm boobs. Ankita gasped startlingly.

“Are you crazy? How will I go out tomorrow morning? I don't have spare clothes, Dhir,” she whined, complaining.

He didn't answer but chuckled looking at her cute pout and fake anger. He found her adorable and ended up pecking her lips.

“Baby, just enjoy the moment. Let's fight, tell, and complain to each other some other time,” he ignored her.

His smile fell, replacing desire and arousal, looking at the tattoo under her left boob. It's his name and the day he proposed written in Arabic, which was believed to be the most poetic and artistic language.

 He caressed it with his thumb on the tattoo, making her inhale deeply. It only confirmed to him that she didn't move on from their marriage and him.

“Why didn't you get it removed? It's evident that you still love me, then pushing me away.” He queried sorrow-filled eyes.

“Dhir, please don't start again. I don't have energy to argue. And I can't fight with you,” she pleads, not wanting to remember their fights between four walls.

He placed numerous kisses on the tattoo. She fisted his hair. He didn't do anything but just lay between her boobs, feeling the softness and tranquility. She dipped her finger into his hair, softly stroking them.

His inner turmoil calmed, inhaling her vanilla scent. It's still raining and car glasses fogged, blurring the view. Cool air conditioner in the car, and their cozy cuddle was just peaceful.

He raised his face, supporting his chin between the valley of her boobs, and gazed at her serene face. Her cheeks turned crimson and warm under his flirty gaze.

She palmed his eyes, unable to meet his teasing eyes. He uncovered his eyes, pecking her firm buds. His warm breath fanned over her areola, leaving a tickling sensation traveling down her stomach.

 'Ahhh Dhir’

 He leaned on her boob, parting his lips. He swirled his tongue on her areola, drawing a painfully teasing moan. He squeezed her breast, tipping her nipple. He circled it. 

 She arched her back, trying to free herself from these tortuously good sensations. Yet he pressed her down. His warm, wet tongue sucked her buds.

He dove into desire, alternatively sucking her boobs. Sometimes nibbling and teasing, stretching her bud with his teeth and twisting. Whatnot, everything that they're enjoying and pleasurable.

He gave equal attention to both bosoms, making her a moaning mess. His hands left marks, turning her skin purple and red. It looked like she was abused, which is the opposite of a twisted face due to pleasure and sweet moans.

“Baby, you're worth doing any sin,” he muttered, angling her boobs to suck. He sucked almost half of her bosom.

“Dhir, gentle, please,” she whispered, fisting his hair.

“I can never be gentle with you, baby,” he said, continuing his work.

 Yeah, there's nothing gentle and vanilla with Adhir. It's only chocolate and strawberry when they makeout.

 Being content sucking her assets, he diverted his attention to the south. Peppering wet kisses on stomach, waist, and navel, which is a cherry on top, he further moved to her core.

 Vacant roads, rainy weather, and separated couples who met after three years can't be more perfect witnessing unrequited love and reunion of souls.

 It's like this couple forgot everything and cared less about their surroundings. This night resulted in an unattended date and an unexpected meet, resulting in a lovemaking.

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