The Domesticity

I remember saying that Mumbai locals are reliable and don't stop easily in one of the previous chapters. Guess who declared a major megablock last week 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

Regardless, let's go ahead with the chapter!!!

~~~Meri baanhon ko teri saanson ki jo Aadatein lagi hain aisiJee leta hoon ab main thoda aur

Anamika sat between Shubman's legs on the bed, with her back to his chest, as he sat against the headboard and his arms wrapped around her waist. They were still not wearing clothes but had a blanket covering them. Shubman nuzzled into her neck as she still felt aftershocks from their two rounds of love making.

"Shub..."

"Hmm..." He didn't bother to look at her as he kissed her neck softly.

"Why did you have meetha paan flavoured condoms of all?" She heard him laugh as he pulled away resting his head back against the headboard.

"It was a gift from Abhishek."

"Condoms?" She turned her head to look at him. She knew boys were sometimes bizarre with their gift choices but condoms?

"When I moved in to this apartment last year, I had a small get together for my close friends. Abhi got me a condom bouquet as a house 'warming'  gift."

"Still doesn't explain-"

"Are sun to lo, jaana!" Anamika felt her cheeks get warm at the new nickname. "He had gotten me a lot of flavours, but I didn't use them since then for obvious reasons. So when I went looking for condoms today and found them, most of them had expired except for this one!" He tweaked the little box kept on the bedside table.

"Condoms bhi expire hote hai?" Anamika looked at him nodding and then kissed her forehead. "What happens if you use an expired one?"

"It breaks and leaks, I guess. Yaar, itni science aati to tumhari un fanfictions ki tarah main doctor hota, yun cricket nahi khel raha hota." He tightened his hold around her waist as she laughed. Oh, it had been fun when she had told Shubman about Wattpad and fanfictions. He was equal parts amused, disgusted and in awe of people who came up with the plots.

Anamika traced along the veins of his hands as a question came to her mind. "Shub, do you mind if I ask you something?"

"As long as you are not introducing me to any new stories in that orange app, I don't mind!"

"How many women have you slept with?" Anamika bit her lip, waiting for him to answer. Her boyfriend was hot and popular, she was curious about his body count.

"Where did this come from?" His voice went squeaky behind her.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell..." She said, nervously.

He sighed behind her as he started speaking, "Let's see, there was Sara-"

"So you two did date!"

"Yes.. and we broke up around a year later. After that I tried a one night stand, while we were in New Zealand. I don't know why it didn't feel good. And then there's you..."

"Really? Just 3?"

"What? You expected me to go around like a fuckboy or something?" Shubman made her look back at him.

"I mean, you have always been good looking and given your occupation I expected a bit more." She bit her lip again and he pulled it out with his thumb.

"Stop worrying yourself over such things, butterfly.... I'm all yours and yours...." His eyes sparkled with love and sincerity as he moved in to peck her lips and then her cheek. Anamika moved back resting her head against his shoulder and her hands on his arms wrapped around her. "I love you, you know."

"Hmmm.. I love you too..."  She turned around letting him kiss her. Shubman pressed his lips against her soft and pliant ones. His hand moved to cup her breast, squeezing lightly. "Shubman.. " She breathed against his lips.

"One more round, butterfly... Please?" He whispered against her skin as he trailed kisses across her jaw.

"I want to be on top!!" She scratched his scalp lightly, making him moan.

"As you say, babygirl.." He somehow managed to manhandle her to sit on his lap facing him. The blanket fell away, leaving them both exposed to the chilly air as Shubman's eyes drifted to her chest, making her chuckle at her boyfriend's antics.

Anamika didn't waste her time and kissed along his jaw and neck. She nibbled at his sweet spot making him groan and pull her closer by her waist. He ground up against her core, making her dig her nails in his shoulders.

Shubman threaded his fingers through the hair at the base of her skull and pulled her in for a bruising kiss. Anamika's hand searched for the box of condoms on the table as they pulled away. She picked out one, tearing it open with her teeth and moving to sit on his thighs as she rolled it out on his dick.

He held her waist, supporting her as she sunk down on him. A low groan escaped his throat as she took him all the way in. She couldn't figure out why this felt more intimate than the first two times. Maybe it was the position or the way her boyfriend looked at her with soft yet lustful eyes.

She moved once, testing it out as a moan spilled from her lips. The pace increased as they kissed again, pouring out their feelings in it. She moved forward sucking along his neck, letting it leave a mark. Her hands moved down toying with his nipples, making him groan as he took control of their act.

His big hands spanned over bottom, as he thrust up into her. Her rose quartz locket glinted in the dim light of the room, bouncing with their movements. Shubman spanked her once, twice, thrice until she let out a guttural sound, collapsing in his embrace for the seventh time that night.

Anamika lost herself to her lover's expert touches as he played her body like an instrument. She sensed his quest to get her off one more time before he released. Reaching behind her, she pulled one of his hands to her front and moved it against her clit as he sucked on her nipples. Their fingers together worked her to another orgasm as Shubman let himself go. He thrusted faster inside her and came inside his condom, breathing heavily.

As they laid together in their post coital bliss, Anamika's head rested on his bicep, her arm wrapped around his torso. Shubman had his leg wrapped around her waist and his arm around her shoulder, holding her possessively close to him. "So... I managed to give you eight orgasms tonight!" He said as he saw her eyes getting droopy.

"Hmm... Yes. Good boy!" She mumbled sleepily, pulling him closer.

"That's one more than Monica and Chandler, you know!" He poked her on the waist, referring to their mutual love towards the sitcom.

"Shub, they didn't have seven orgasms that night, they went for seven rounds..."

"That's not physically possible!"

"I'm too tired to discuss that right now..." She looked up at him with sleepy eyes. "Sleep!"

Anamika woke up in the morning to the soft pitter patter of the rain outside. Her eyes fell on Shubman sleeping peacefully next to her, still holding her in the position they had slept in. She moved a stray piece of hair falling on his forehead, careful not to wake him up. He looked like a child sleeping without any worries as soft snores spilled out of his lips. Whoever would believe that he had rocked her world last night?

She remembered she had woken up to pee and tried getting up but was pulled back down by Shubman. "Shub, let me go! I've to use the washroom."

He loosened his grip a little, "Come back, soon..." Anamika chuckled, walking to the washroom.

She saw Shubman sitting against the headboard, as she stepped back into the bedroom. "Sandhya was calling..."

Before Anamika could call her back, her phone rang again with Sandhya's call. "Good morning, boss!" She said, getting back into the bed and snuggling closer to Shubman.

"No work today! Rest in your boyfriend's arms!" Sandhya said from the other side as blush crept up her cheeks.

"Sandy, why are you calling people? Just send a text to the group!" She said, changing the topic.

"I sent a text an hour ago. You were the only one who didn't see it, so I called."

"Okay. How are the angry birds doing? How many times have they fought since last night?" Anamika heard Shubman chuckling next to her and put her phone on speaker.

"Zero!! They are too well behaved. I think they are scared of Tanmay!" They could hear a 'No, they are not!' from the other end.

"Great! Why don't you get your husband to work someday?"

"Because he has his own work. Anyways, go sleep! Bye!" The call ended as Shubman poked at her arm.

"Do Pooja and that new intern actually fight that much?" He asked, playing with a strand of her hair.

"They fought over a paperclip last week! I have to do that new project with them, I don't know how I am going to pull that off!" She responded, looking at him with a pout.

"I know you will figure something out." He said kissing her pout away and then her forehead. "Why don't you sleep some more, while I hit the gym?"

"How long will you take?"

"An hour or so.." He massaged her scalp lightly, watching her sigh sleepily.

"Okay ... Do you want me to make breakfast before you come back?" She asked, as he untangled himself from her and tucked her in the bed.

"We will figure something out after I come back." He said, kissing her head and getting up from the bed.

Shubman entered his bedroom to find Anamika coming out of the bathroom. She was wearing the t-shirt he had kept for her on the bed, before going out. Her hair tied up in a bun as she smiled at him. "Good morning!"

"Good morning, baby!" He said, stepping closer to her, his hands resting on her waist. He softly pecked on her lips and then her cheek. "Sleep well?"

"Yup!" Her stomach grumbled, grabbing their attention.

"Let's get you some food.." Shubman chuckled, walking towards the kitchen with her. "Do you like parathas?"

Anamika stood next to him in the kitchen, kneading the dough while he grated paneer for the parathas. He could get used to this domesticity. He passed her the oil bottle as he spoke, "I told Di about us..."

"Oh... What did she say?" He saw her stiffening a bit at the conversation.

"She wants to meet you." Shubman pulled out the spice box from a cabinet, adding in the spices Anamika instructed him. "Rakhi pe aayegi wo Mumbai. Will you be able to come then?"

"Yes, aa jaungi. But would she like me?"

"Ofcourse she will! Unko tum pasand aayi isiliye milne bula rahi hai." He hugged her shoulders, comforting her. "You know what? Bring Aayush dada with you!"

"Okay!!" She laughed as he pulled away, getting back at his work. "Do you miss home, Shub?"

"Sometimes. But I've been away from home for so long now that it does not register much. I miss my parents and Di once in a while but then they join me for some matches." He pulled out a tawa from the trolley with a rolling board and pin. "I miss Ma's cooking at times, you know or how she used to do champi for me on Sundays, especially in winters. And then we would all sit in the sun, Papa would bring in groundnuts and oranges. Ugh kya yaad dila diya yaar tumne!!" He sighed, bending almost in half to rest his head on her shoulder due to their height difference.

The two sat on the dining table on adjacent chairs, eating the parathas and tea as they talked and gossiped about unnecessary stuff. Yes, maybe Shubman could really get used to this, to have her next to him every waking moment and savoring it.

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Ugh!!! He looks so pretty with his long hair 😭🤌🏻🎀

Also, did anyone see the Champions trophy wala reel?? Please tell me I am not the only one who recognises the shirt 👀🌚

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