The honeymoon suite was bathed in a golden glow, the city lights flickering beyond the balcony. The soft rustle of silk and the lingering scent of roses filled the air, mingling with the distant echo of temple bells.

Aarav cupped Meera’s face, his thumb brushing over her flushed cheek. Her dark eyes met his, shimmering with anticipation. The gold bangles on her wrist jingled softly as she reached up, tracing the line of his jaw.

Slowly, he leaned in, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was both tender and deep. The world outside faded, leaving only the warmth of their embrace and the quiet hum of their hearts beating as one.

As their kiss grew more urgent, Aarav’s hand traveled down Meera’s body, his fingers deftly untying the knots of her sari. The fabric fell away, revealing her naked beauty to his hungry gaze. He traced the curve of her shoulder, the swell of her breast, and the flat plane of her stomach, feeling the tremble of desire beneath his touch.

Meera’s breath hitched as he spoke against her lips, “I want to take your virginity, Meera, but not so early. First, you need to know the limits of my strength, to understand the intensity of our love when we truly become one.” His words were a gentle warning, a promise of passion yet to come.

He guided her hand down to his throbbing erection, showing her how to wrap her slender fingers around his girth. Her eyes grew wide with curiosity, and he felt a thrill as she began to explore, her touch tentative yet eager. “Good, now let’s get you ready for me, baby,” he murmured, his own hands moving to caress her inner thighs.

With a gentle nudge, he parted her legs and settled between them, his eyes never leaving hers. He kissed his way down her body, his tongue tracing the path his fingers had just taken. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he paused, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. She squirmed, feeling exposed, but his gaze was filled with adoration, not lust.

“You are so fuckin beautiful, my love”