My Married Lust-His Virgin Desire

The Forbidden Night

The third night arrived. The clock had just passed eleven, and Arav was lying on his hostel bed, unable to breathe normally. His eyes were fixed on his phone, waiting, desperate. He knew this was the last night Ishika’s husband would be away. Tomorrow, everything would return to normal… restrictions, silence, barriers.

And then it happened. The screen lit up. Ishika calling.

“Hello…” Arav whispered, his voice trembling.

“Hi, Arav,” Ishika replied, her tone soft, carrying a smile he could almost see. “Were you waiting for me again?”

Arav laughed nervously. “Waiting? I was counting the seconds. This is the only thing I wanted all day.”

Ishika giggled, the sound like bells in his ears. “You’re too much… but I like how crazy you are for me.”

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Opening Up

They spoke about small things at first, how their day went, how empty it felt without each other’s voice. Then Ishika’s tone turned curious.

“Tell me, Arav… you’ve said I’m your dream girl. But if I was really in front of you right now… what would you do?”

Arav froze. His heart pounded. This was it — the moment he could finally confess the storm inside him.

“Ishika… if you were here… I wouldn’t let you go. I’d hold you so close that even air couldn’t pass between us. I’d wrap my arms around your waist… feel how soft and slim it is under my hands. I’d rest my face against your neck… breathe you in.”

Ishika gasped lightly, her voice trembling. “Arav… go on…”

“I’d lift your chin… look into your eyes until you forgot the world. Then I’d kiss you… first gently on your forehead, then slowly lower… your cheeks, your lips… tasting you, feeling you melt against me.”

Her breath quickened. She whispered, “You’re making me feel like you’re really here.”

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Deeper Desires

Arav’s voice grew huskier. “And then, Ishika… my hands would slide higher. I’d feel the softness of your breasts through your blouse, their warmth pressing against my palms. I imagine squeezing them gently, listening to your little gasp… the way you’d clutch my shirt tighter.”

“Arav…” Ishika moaned softly, her cheeks burning, her legs trembling under the saree even though she was alone.

“My lips would move lower… kissing down your neck, your collarbone… until I reach your navel. Ishika, do you know how much I dream of kissing that deep, round beauty of yours? Of tracing it with my tongue until you shiver all over?”

Ishika bit her lip hard, whispering, “Oh my God… Arav, no one has ever said things like this to me… you’re making me weak.”

Arav groaned softly. “And your hips, Ishika… that perfect curve. I imagine holding them tight, pulling you against me, feeling your buttocks press into my hands. Your figure is like a guitar… I want to play every note of it, until you sing only my name.”

She gasped again, whispering, “Arav… stop… or I’ll lose myself completely.”

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Ishika’s Confession

But then Ishika’s voice turned emotional, mixed with desire and pain.

“Arav… you don’t know how this feels for me. Everyone who ever came close to me only wanted s*x. Nobody cared about what I think, what I feel, what I like or dislike. Nobody cared to know my heart. They only looked at my body. But you… you’re different. You see me, my soul, my feelings. And that… that’s why I’m letting myself open to you like this.”

Arav’s chest tightened. His voice cracked as he replied, “Ishika, I swear… I will always respect you. Your dreams, your feelings, your desires… everything. I don’t want just your body, I want you.”

She smiled faintly, whispering, “And I promise… I’ll never hide from you again. My heart, my needs, my fantasies… I’ll share them only with you.”

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Fantasy Turns Physical (On Call)

The atmosphere grew heavier. Their breaths mingled through the phone. Ishika whispered, “Close your eyes, Arav. Imagine I’m with you now. My saree slipping a little from my shoulder, my hair brushing your face… what would you do?”

Arav’s breath hitched. “I’d push your hair back, kiss your bare shoulder, then trail my lips lower… until your blouse becomes an obstacle. I’d tug at it slowly, waiting for your eyes to say yes… then take your n****e in my mouth, sucking it gently, feeling you arch into me.”

Ishika moaned lightly, clutching her pillow, her whole body heating up. “Arav… you don’t know what you’re doing to me. I feel like your hands are really on me… your lips really touching me.”

“And I’d kiss down your stomach,” Arav whispered, “until my lips reach your navel. I’d circle it with my tongue, then dip inside, listening to your moans. My hands would be on your hips, pulling your saree lower, exploring every hidden curve.”

Ishika shivered, whispering breathlessly, “And I’d let you… Arav, I’d let you touch me everywhere. Because for the first time, I feel like someone deserves me. Not for my body… but because he sees me completely.”

Arav groaned, his voice breaking. “Ishika, I’d worship you. From your lips to your breasts, from your waist to your hips, from your thighs to every inch of you… I’d make you mine. Slowly, passionately, until you cry out my name.”

Ishika’s voice trembled, tears forming in her eyes from the intensity. “Arav… if you were here right now, I swear… I’d give myself to you completely.”

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Promises & Goodnight

Their breaths grew ragged, their bodies shivering even miles apart. The phone was burning between them, filled with moans, whispers, and confessions that could never be erased.

Finally, Ishika whispered, “Arav… promise me one thing.”

“What?” he asked softly.

“Promise me you’ll always respect this bond. That no matter what happens… you’ll never let me feel like I’m just an object. You’ll always see me… the way you do tonight.”

Arav’s voice cracked, but steady. “I promise. And I want a promise too. That you’ll never hide your desires again. That you’ll share everything with me — your heart, your dreams, your fantasies.”

“I promise,” she whispered, her voice full of emotion.

The night ended slowly, both whispering each other’s names until sleep finally stole them away.

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But the next morning, reality struck. Ishika’s husband returned earlier than expected. She sent a short message to Arav:

“He’s back… I can’t talk now. Be careful if you try to call. I’ll find a way…”

Arav stared at the message, his chest heavy. Last night had been fire, passion, intimacy beyond words. But now… walls had returned. The world would not let their desires flow so freely anymore.

For the first time, Arav realized — this love, this bond, was not just about romance. It was a war between desire and boundaries, love and reality.

And he knew… the battle had only just begun.

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