Love is never about conditions, fears, or justifying and validating your points. It's a cavernous connection between two hearts, unconditional yet protective, no justification yet explanation. Love was never about blaming each other but correcting each other.

Ankita and Adhir failed in many factors, though there's unwavering love between them. They didn't realize love was not enough to survive their love. Sometimes binding everything together is fundamental. Family, relations, career, and your love life are more crucial in a marriage.

Ankita never recognized dominance of these elements, which led to their divorce. But they didn't know what the future held for them. After this night, their relationship won't remain the same.

Night was still young with heavy pouring of rain and the reunited couple. The weather was cool and freezing, yet it's not affecting these lost souls who are seeking warmth in each other's embrace.

They forgot everything and indulged in searching for the same love that they shared three years ago. The car was filled with erotic, enticing moans and intense breaths.

Ankita's face was twisted with unbearable pleasure induced by Adhir. Her head arched back with parted lips breathing profoundly and knitted brows with closed eyes.

‘ahhhhhhh dhir’

Adhir was busy between her legs. Her knees were bent and parted. Adhir never touched any girl in these three years since their divorce. The same goes with Ankita, who didn't think about any other man except Adhir.

Dhir’s face was dipped into her core, peppering light kisses teasing her. Further, he brushed his knuckles on her clean-shaved core, earning a shiver and an alluring moan from her.

Raising his face, he looked at her and smirked, gazing at her pleasure-filled face. He queried her, brushing his fingertips on her lips down there.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

With that, Ankita shot open her eyes, confusingly staring at him. With the continuous rubbing of his fingers on her core, she couldn't answer, being in a haze.

Not getting an answer, Dhir slightly slapped her core, earning a painful moan from her. ‘ahhhh' 

“Answer me, baby,” he demanded harshly, rubbing her up and down sensually that she jolted, unable to bear sensations. Her belly was visibly tightened, ready to release.

Suddenly Dhir withdrew his fingers back, making her whine and widening her eyes. Looking at his intense stare, she shakes her head as ‘no’.

Leaning, he pecked her lips, demanding, “I need words, baby.“

"No, dhir, I'm not seeing anyone,” she mumbled, crushing under the intimidating gaze of him.

She was still surprised why she surrendered herself to him every time. Being satisfied with her answer, he placed his lips, sucking her lower lip and making her breathless. In between, he continued fingering her.

Parting her lips down there, he rubbed her bud in circles and sideways. Her seductive sounds were sealed by kisses.

Ankita tightly fisted her hands in his hair. His shirt was long ago removed, and now their bare fronts were crushing. She didn't even realize when he tugged down her innerwear and petticoat; however, her upper body was bared by him.

He's half naked, and she's stark naked. There's no ounce of shame and shyness alive between them. Sensing her out of breath, he pulled back, still fingering her.

She was panting, hardly filling her lungs with air. “Good girls deserve a release,” he whispered in her ear, fastly rubbing her. His warm breath and the sensations building in her made her moan irresistibly. 

“Ahhhh”

Abruptly, he entered his middle finger in her and circled on her bud. A familiar knot formed in her lower abdomen, nearing her pleasure. She arched her front scream, scratching his back, shattering her release on his fingers.

He groaned when she clenched on his middle finger, coating her liquid. His deep voice echoed in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. She rolled her toes when he curled inside her, entering another two digits of his fingers and not allowing her to come down from her release.

When she came down intensely breathing, closing her eyes, he kissed her side of the lips. He allowed her to calm down. She slowly opened her eyes, softly gazing at him.

“Why're you doing all this after freaking three years?” She questioned, palming his cheek and rubbing her thumb soothingly.

He shut his eyes, feeling her comfortable touch, and replied, “All the time I never wanted to leave you. Remember, it's you who didn't respect my choice of breaking this marriage, Ankita.”

With his reply, her face morphed with guilt and gloom. A lone tear slipped from her left eye, rolling down her temple. Inhaling deeply, Adhir kissed her eyes, washing her tears.

“I'm sorry because of me; you've suffered a lot. I'm not the right choice for you, Adhir,” she blurted, hugging him.

It irked him; here he's ready to leave her for their love, yet she's blaming herself. “Shut up, Ankita, how can you decide for me? At least don't defend me, whom I should love. No matter what, I love you till my last breath,” he asserted, stroking her hair.

Listening to him Ankita broke into sobs. She asked him, "How can you love after going through everything—divorce, fights, arguments?”

Supporting his weight on his elbows not to crush her, he replied, “Because I love you and to keep you with me, I can even fight with you. Unfortunately, I lost in that fight.”

Her tears were cascading, continuously listening to him. “Dhir, please don't make me hate myself more. I'm burning in the guilt and helplessness,” she blurted in her hoarse voice.

Not able to see her tears, he leaned his forehead on her and comforted her, “I'm not blaming you or making you responsible. I failed as a husband, Baby.”

Looking at her flushed face and cute pout, his manhood twitched harder. She felt his erection poking on her bare core through his pants. Her eyes widened, comprehending what it is.

“Dhir, it's poking,” she muttered, tapping on his shoulders.

Dhir smirked at her innocent complaining.”It's only for you, Baby.”

With his confession, her cheeks turned crimson. He wonders how she can be cute and mature at the same time. A moment back they were arguing about the disaster of their lives; the next moment they're drowning in lust.

I rubbed my clothed erection on her core, making her sensually moan. I pulled her hand from my shoulder and traveled down to unbuckle my belt. Her sultry eyes gazed down at my hard length. 

She slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants with her slight trembling hands. Though she knew their reunion would blow on their families, she wanted him. badly at this moment.

He raised a little to tug his pants down and throw them to the front seat. Now he hovered on her in his boxers. She touched his poking erection, drawing a deep groan from him. ’arghh’

He's looking so handsome with his striking features and wet hair falling his forehead, neatly trimmed beard, and those plumpy full lips never fail to get her attention.

He pulled down his boxers, unrestrained his length. His hot, erect, hard length sprung out, slightly slapping her core, to which she moaned. 

His tip poked on her abdomen, making her tuck her belly in.

Placing his hand under her head, he rubbed his thumb on her lower lip. “Ankita, I can't stop myself after this.” 

With all the unresisting sensations, she hazily stared, consenting to him. “Dhir, please fill me. I need you.”

“At your command, baby,” agreeing, he took his hand between them down, wrapping around his manhood.

His angled rubbing up and down on her core, making her whine with his teasing. “Dhir, please don't tease me.”

He chuckled, watching her restless face. He slowly entered into her wet core. Slipping his tip into her extremely tight core, he groaned, 'Argghhhh.’

Her tightness was suffocating him. Since their divorce, she didn't do it. Even her mouth left a series of painful cries. She tightly fidgeted her hands on his back. ‘Aaahhhh, Dhir, it's hurting.’

He was just an inch in her, and she's crying. "Please, baby, you're my good girl. You can take it. You did it many times,” he encouraged her, kissing her lips.

A trail of tears rolled down her cheeks. He further pushed his length into her. ‘Ahhhhh dhir,” she cried, arching her head. He didn't move further, admiring her erotic look on her face.

Hair tangled and messed, lipstick was smudged, parted lips, teared eyes, and deep red marks all over the body. It's the site to watch for him.

He gave her time to adjust. When she calmed and pain subsided, he asked her, “Can I move?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He started to move his length inside her with every thrust, pushing an inch more into her. She felt full with his hard length in her. He leaned into her crook, pressing his lips on her neck. His forehead touched her cheeks, to which she kissed it.

He further interweaved their hands, pinning them above her head. Slowly thrusting into her, he signaled her to wrap her legs around his waist.

He's thrusts were deep yet slow. It's the bliss they're feeling being into each other, interwoven and connected with emotions, feelings, and physically.

He further traveled down her boobs, which were filled with love bites and his long finger marks. He licked her marks like soothing the sting pain that those hickeys left. Gradually he increased the pace of thrust, making her struggle under his cage.

With each thrust, she moved in sync with his body. “You know I'm struggling every single day without you,” he said between his kisses on her midriff.

“Do you think I'm happy without you? I'm dying with your memories,” she replied, staring at him.

She got out of hold and traveled her hands to his back, pulling him close. Sucking her boobs, he continued to thrust and pound in to her.

The slight sting pain down there disappeared, replacing it with pleasurable sensations. He was searching for his lost home in her.

Abruptly piercing his back with her short nails, she moaned. He hit her sensitive spot, which gave pleasure to her.

Hearing her intense moans not missing the spot, he thrust, hitting the same spot, to which she seductively cried uncontrollably.

Wanting more of her, he rose from her sitting on his knees. The back seat was definitely congested, yet they cared less about drowning in pools of lust and love.

He settled between her knees, still moving in her; he wrapped hands around sides of her waist; with every push, she would move up, and in sync, he pulled her back.

She didn't say anything, nevertheless filling her eyes, memory, and heart with his handsome face and love. He looks so hot sitting on his knees, hair falling on his forehead, in spite of the air conditioner and chill weather beads of sweat dancing on his forehead.

She was breathing heavily, and when he hit her spot, she moan. His eyes were never leaving hers, and he continued to move his manhood inside her, providing the pleasure no one could give her.

Same goes with him. No girl can catch his attention, let alone love. It's only Ankita Adhir Chauhan who can make him dance on her finger tips.

She spread her hands, asking him to come, and he leaned into her arms, kissing her senselessly. She's his drug, and he's her bitter medicine.

Abruptly, she was hit with another release. Moaning erotically, she coated his length with her juices, scratching his back. Though it hurt him, he loved the pain she was giving him.

She firmly pressed her lips on his right cheek, shaking with her pleasurable release. He never stopped thrusting her. 

“My back is hurting,” she complained.

He pecked her forehead, comforting her, "Focus on pleasure, baby.”

His body tightened nearing his release. He increased his pace of thrusting, insanely moving her, ignoring her moans and cries.

Fisting her hair, he shot his liquid deep inside her, hitting her womb. She felt his warm, warm liquid filling her core. He groaned 'argghhhh' as his head fell back.

Panting heavily, he fell on her senselessly. Smiling, she dipped her hands into his hair. Becoming normal, he raised his face, which was glowing, and confessed, “I love you, baby.”

Cupping his face, she kissed his forehead, followed by his lips, to which he closed his eyes.

“Dhir, you know our relationship and under what circumstances we parted. I can't reciprocate it now or ever. It's not just us; our families were involved. I can't hurt my family. Please understand me,” she stated, her heart filling with agony and affliction.

He shook his head, assuring her. ”Baby, I'll never force you. But just remember, I'm always there to love you, support you, and lend my shoulder. Doors for my home will always welcome you.”

Not wanting to discuss more on their tangled relationship, she hugged him. He effortlessly shifted her on his front. Now she's lying on his chest. Placing her head on his chest, they remained silent. She was listening to his rhythmic heartbeats, and Car echoed their calm breaths.

He wrapped a hand around her back and another one stroking her hair. 

“What if I became pregnant? How will I explain to everyone?” She queried drawing circles on his slight-haired chest.

“I think it's not your ovulation phase!” he said, making her awestruck.

She squealed, listening to him with shock. "Freaking, you still remember my menstrual dates?”

It's been three years, and he still remembers every minor detail of her. She was literally dumbstruck with his accuracy.

"Mmm, I know you've got regular periods, I guess,” he reasoned with her.

She couldn't speak with surprise. ”Yet, Mr. Chauhan, there're chances of getting impregnated with loads of your release in me,” she retorted.

“Then give me a baby; I'll happily look after our baby,” he remarked, tugging her hair strand behind her ear.

Placing her chin on his chest, she scolded him,Dhir, it's not a joke; my brother and papa will kill me.”

He sighed, remembering her rebellious brother and furious father. “I'm sure you'll not get conceived.”

They had light conversation, probably skipping their dark past. Being tired, she dozed off, and he kept admiring her beautiful face, which had a mesmerizing charm and bright glow.

Rain was stopping an hour ago, and car windows fogged with raindrops sliding down. It's early in the morning, and she was peacefully sleeping on him, her even breaths fanned on his chest. 

The whole night he didn't blink his eyes, fearing to miss the beautiful face. Suddenly she snuggled more into him, seeking more warmth.

She lazily opened her sleepy eyes and gazed at him. She smiled cheekily, touching his cheeks.

“Dhir, even today you came into my dream? It's sad reality; I can only see you in dreams,” she whispered in her drowsy voice.

Ankita was thinking it was a dream to be in her ex-husband's arms.

He chuckled, looking at her cute face, rubbing her eyes like a baby. “It's not a dream, baby,” he caressed her cheek.

Suddenly she woke up with a jolt and widen her eyes. But calmed, recollecting last night.

Exhaling, she tried to wake up.

Comprehending her confusion and realization, he woke up. Ankita's cheeks turned pink with shyness and embarrassment. She tried to cover herself with the saree, vainly lying on the car floor. 

He already wore his boxer and pants last night itself. He helped her in wrapping the saree, and her whole care filled with torturous silence. 

The first rays of sun reflected on car windows, and whole nature was so beautiful, with birds chirping with happiness of rain and trees and plants swaying branches and leaves to the cool breeze and rain droplets sliding down. 

Puddles and soil were damp and remained of rainwater. It's like a new beginning for nature and this reunited couple.

Dhir passed his blazer to Ankita, “Wear this.”

She took it from him. He was unlocking; he moved to the driving seat, and even Ankita shifted to the passenger seat.

He inhaled deeply, witnessing Ankita's silence.

“Ankita, don't worry. I won't trouble you,” he assured her, firmly holding the steering wheel.

“Nothing like that, dhir. I'm just stressed out about what to say to my family,” she replied, staring at him.

Holding her hand he rubbed his thumb.”Should I come with you?” he suggested.

She shook her head, and considering her, he started driving to her home.

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