09-10-2025, 10:49 PM
His hand found the small of my back and with a warm, steady pressure he guided me towards the living room's wide glass doors. He slid the heavy door open and we stepped out into a spacious balcony. The muted, air-conditioned calm of the flat was instantly replaced by the raw, electric energy of the open air twenty floors above the world.
The balcony was spacious, a stone terrace offering a breathtaking panorama. Below us, the Mumbai skyline stretched to the horizon, a magnificent kingdom of glass towers and sprawling ambition under a sky filled with heavy grey clouds.
A sudden cool breeze swept up from the sky. It raised goosebumps on my bare arms and whipped a loose strand of hair from my back across my lips. The wind carried an earthy scent of impending rain. The constant roar of the city was muted from this height and it was softened to a distant, rhythmic hum.
“It might rain today,” I said, pulling my arms around myself as the cool breeze swept over us again.
“Yeah… so nice,” Ranjeet replied.He came to stand closer beside me. I could feel the warmth of his body. He looked out at the heavy clouds gathering over the city. “Monsoon is my favourite.”
"Is it?" I asked, a little surprised.
"Yes," he confirmed.His voice dropped to a low, intimate murmur. "Everything feels washed clean. Like you get a chance to start over." He turned his gaze from the sky to me with a soft and meaningful smile on his lips. "Besides," he added, his eyes twinkling, "it's the perfect excuse to stay inside all day, locked away from the world with someone you love."
My heart fluttered at his words. "I used to hate the rain," I admitted. "It always felt... gloomy. Like being trapped." I turned my head to look at him, the man who was showing me a different world. "But today... it feels different."His smile deepened with an unspoken understanding.
The tender moment was broken by a sudden movement. Adnan, full of fearless curiosity, was trying to hoist himself up on the railing of the balcony to see better.
“Careful, baba!” I called out, my heart lurching with a sudden, sharp spike of concern.
Before I could even take a full step, Ranjeet was moving. Swiftly and calmly, he crossed the balcony and scooped Adnan up and swung him away from the railing.
"Whoa there, little hero," Ranjeet said, his voice gentle but firm. "Even superheroes use the stairs, not the balcony edge."
Adnan giggled, completely unfazed, and pointed at a distant building. Ranjeet spoke, setting him down. "Why don't you go play inside? "
"Okay!" Adnan agreed, and ran back into the living room.
Ranjeet turned back to me. His hands found my arms and rubbed them gently. Our eyes met as I felt so much relief.He gave me a warm, reassuring smile that calmed the last of my racing pulse.
"See?" he murmured. His hands slid down and caught my hands and he intertwined his fingers with mine. His thumbs stroked my fingers."We're a good team.”
I looked at our intertwined hands, then looked up at him with a genuine, soft smile on my face. "We are"
His hands moved to my waist and gently pulled me closer until my body was flush against his. His right hand came up and started to trace the sharp, diagonal line of buttons on my black blouse. His touch was feather-light, sending a cascade of shivers down my spine.
"It looks so fucking beautiful on you. Your boobs look so round and stout in it. I've been trying not to stare at it all day," he confessed, his voice a low, husky murmur. "The way this line of buttons sweeps across... It's like a path. So clever. So beautiful." His fingers followed the path down to my waist, resting there, his thumb stroking the fabric.
His gaze lifted from the blouse to my face. His eyes were dark with an emotion that made my heart hammer against my ribs. "And this color on your lips...What is this shade called? It looks so sexy….." he whispered. His thumb gently brushed against my lower lip. The touch was electric. "It's a soft berry shade," I replied.
His touch, his words and the raw admiration in his eyes were all too much. My breath hitched and my lips pouted slightly in a soft, unspoken invitation to close the small distance between us.
That was all the answer he needed.A slow, smoldering smile touched his lips. "Love you Nabila" he whispered.
He leaned in and put his lips on mine. It was a kiss of profound intimacy, a quiet conversation of touch and taste and shared breath. It wasn't rushed. It was slow and deliberate. I melted against him.My hands moved to tangle his hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. The world fell away and we forgot we were in the balcony and someone might see us.
When he finally pulled back, we were both breathless, resting our foreheads together. His eyes were still closed, as if he were memorizing the moment.
“ Ranjeet ... .Let's go inside….It's risky..” I managed to say.
“ Yeah….” He replied.
He took my hand with a warm and certain grip. "Come on," he said, his playful smile returning, but his eyes still held the fire. "Let me show you the rest of the home."
He took us to the master bedroom first. It was a big, serene room, the centerpiece a magnificent king-sized bed with a dark wood headboard. An attached bath was visible through an open door.
“Wow,” I exclaimed, the word a soft breath.
“You like it?” he asked, his eyes watching my reaction intently.
“Yep…It's spacious….nice,” I replied, my mind already picturing quiet mornings and peaceful nights.
Ranjeet stepped closer to me. His hand moves from my back to rest lightly on my bums. He leaned in and with a low husky voice he whispered- “Honestly, I'm already imagining us celebrating our Suhagrat on it.”
A hot blush flooded my cheeks. I glanced at Adnan who was busy exploring the other room on his own and I nudged his chest sharply with my elbow. “Careful, We are not alone, mister.”
He chuckled with a low, rumbling sound, but his expression turned serious as he stepped back to face me. “Okay, Jaanu. But I’m serious.” He took my hands in his with his intense gaze “Are you ready to be Mrs. Nabila Singh?”
The playful air evaporated, replaced by a silence so profound I could hear my own heart beats. A riot of feelings exploded inside me: shock, joy, fear, and a love so overwhelming it was dizzying. I wanted to throw my arms around him and kiss him but I restrained myself.
“It would be so wonderful,” I finally managed, my voice trembling. “But it’s not that easy, Ranjeet. We have… a lot of differences and I’m still married to Asif .”
“Fuck that Chutiya…..I don’t care about anything,” he replied instantly, his grip on my hands tightening. “Not about family, not about society. All I know is that I love you. That’s it.”
“Hmmm. I love you too,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.
Our trance was broken by a happy shout from the other room. “Mummy! Look!”
We followed the sound to the smaller bedroom. It was furnished with a sturdy wooden bunk bed, and Adnan was standing on the lower bunk, pointing excitedly out the window. We moved beside him and saw a beautiful, green community garden below.
“Oh, so nice,” I said, relieved by the simple beauty of it.
“Would you like to go there?” Ranjeet asked Adnan, who nodded enthusiastically. “Alright, champ. I’ll take you down in the evening, then,” Ranjeet promised. He then looked at the bunk bed, a soft, almost sad smile on his face. “I bought this bunk bed for both of our kids,” he said quietly.
I was puzzled for a moment, and then the realization hit me. He was talking about his daughter, Ananya.
“Oh,” I said softly. “That’s… so lovely, Ranjeet.”
“Yeah,” he said, his gaze distant. “I’ve decided, after we get married, I’ll bring Ananya here. She won’t have to live with her grandparents anymore.”
My heart ached for the little girl I’d never met, and for the father who clearly missed her dearly. “Yes, of course,” I said, my voice full of a sincerity that surprised me. “It would be a perfect family.”
His eyes met mine, full of a deep, unspoken gratitude. “Wait,” he said, his mood brightening. “I bought something for Adnan.” He took a box from a closet. It was a remote-controlled excavator.
“Ohhhh… That’s cool!” Adnan said, his previous excitement for the garden momentarily forgotten as he took the new toy. Ranjeet set him up with it, and Adnan was soon happily maneuvering the excavator across the bedroom floor.
“Let me show you the kitchen,” Ranjeet said, leading me out. It had a small fridge and a large, empty platform, clean and waiting. After a quick look, I found myself drawn back to the main balcony. He followed me.
“So,” I began, needing to ground the day’s overwhelming emotions in practicalities. “When are you planning to move here?”
“Not in the near future,” he said, leaning against the railing beside me. “I’m planning to move in with you only.”
“Oh,” I said, surprised again. I looked around at the luxurious apartment, the stunning view. “For how much did you buy it?”
“2.9 crore,” he said casually.
“Oh my God! How?” I was curious and completely floored.
“I had some ancestral land in my village. I sold it and invested the money here,” he replied simply.
“Hmmm,” was all I could manage. As I tried to process the scale of his sacrifice, his gaze swept over me, warm and appreciative.
“Nabila,” he said, his voice dropping to that low, intimate murmur again. “You look so sexy in these jeans.”
“Control,” I whispered, shooting a pointed look towards the room where Adnan was playing.
He just grinned. We walked to the living room again talking about his future plans.Then he said, “Stay here. A celebration is in order.” and he disappeared in the kitchen.
I sat on the couch and in that moment of blissful quiet, my own idea sparked. He deserved a surprise too, I thought.. I quickly pulled out my phone and ordered a rich chocolate truffle cake from a nearby bakery.
He reappeared with two tall glasses of sparkling lemon soda.”Presenting my queen, world famous soda made by Ranjeet…..”
I giggled at his poor joke and thanked him for the ‘World Famous’ treat. We sipped our drinks, our conversation returning to a soft, romantic murmur. The future felt as bright and vast as the city spread out before us.
Suddenly, the sharp buzz of the door bell cut through our conversation. Ranjeet looked puzzled. "I wasn't expecting anyone..." He went to the door to answer it.
A moment later, he called out, his voice full of amused disbelief, "Nabila... did you order a cake?"
The balcony was spacious, a stone terrace offering a breathtaking panorama. Below us, the Mumbai skyline stretched to the horizon, a magnificent kingdom of glass towers and sprawling ambition under a sky filled with heavy grey clouds.
A sudden cool breeze swept up from the sky. It raised goosebumps on my bare arms and whipped a loose strand of hair from my back across my lips. The wind carried an earthy scent of impending rain. The constant roar of the city was muted from this height and it was softened to a distant, rhythmic hum.
“It might rain today,” I said, pulling my arms around myself as the cool breeze swept over us again.
“Yeah… so nice,” Ranjeet replied.He came to stand closer beside me. I could feel the warmth of his body. He looked out at the heavy clouds gathering over the city. “Monsoon is my favourite.”
"Is it?" I asked, a little surprised.
"Yes," he confirmed.His voice dropped to a low, intimate murmur. "Everything feels washed clean. Like you get a chance to start over." He turned his gaze from the sky to me with a soft and meaningful smile on his lips. "Besides," he added, his eyes twinkling, "it's the perfect excuse to stay inside all day, locked away from the world with someone you love."
My heart fluttered at his words. "I used to hate the rain," I admitted. "It always felt... gloomy. Like being trapped." I turned my head to look at him, the man who was showing me a different world. "But today... it feels different."His smile deepened with an unspoken understanding.
The tender moment was broken by a sudden movement. Adnan, full of fearless curiosity, was trying to hoist himself up on the railing of the balcony to see better.
“Careful, baba!” I called out, my heart lurching with a sudden, sharp spike of concern.
Before I could even take a full step, Ranjeet was moving. Swiftly and calmly, he crossed the balcony and scooped Adnan up and swung him away from the railing.
"Whoa there, little hero," Ranjeet said, his voice gentle but firm. "Even superheroes use the stairs, not the balcony edge."
Adnan giggled, completely unfazed, and pointed at a distant building. Ranjeet spoke, setting him down. "Why don't you go play inside? "
"Okay!" Adnan agreed, and ran back into the living room.
Ranjeet turned back to me. His hands found my arms and rubbed them gently. Our eyes met as I felt so much relief.He gave me a warm, reassuring smile that calmed the last of my racing pulse.
"See?" he murmured. His hands slid down and caught my hands and he intertwined his fingers with mine. His thumbs stroked my fingers."We're a good team.”
I looked at our intertwined hands, then looked up at him with a genuine, soft smile on my face. "We are"
His hands moved to my waist and gently pulled me closer until my body was flush against his. His right hand came up and started to trace the sharp, diagonal line of buttons on my black blouse. His touch was feather-light, sending a cascade of shivers down my spine.
"It looks so fucking beautiful on you. Your boobs look so round and stout in it. I've been trying not to stare at it all day," he confessed, his voice a low, husky murmur. "The way this line of buttons sweeps across... It's like a path. So clever. So beautiful." His fingers followed the path down to my waist, resting there, his thumb stroking the fabric.
His gaze lifted from the blouse to my face. His eyes were dark with an emotion that made my heart hammer against my ribs. "And this color on your lips...What is this shade called? It looks so sexy….." he whispered. His thumb gently brushed against my lower lip. The touch was electric. "It's a soft berry shade," I replied.
His touch, his words and the raw admiration in his eyes were all too much. My breath hitched and my lips pouted slightly in a soft, unspoken invitation to close the small distance between us.
That was all the answer he needed.A slow, smoldering smile touched his lips. "Love you Nabila" he whispered.
He leaned in and put his lips on mine. It was a kiss of profound intimacy, a quiet conversation of touch and taste and shared breath. It wasn't rushed. It was slow and deliberate. I melted against him.My hands moved to tangle his hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. The world fell away and we forgot we were in the balcony and someone might see us.
When he finally pulled back, we were both breathless, resting our foreheads together. His eyes were still closed, as if he were memorizing the moment.
“ Ranjeet ... .Let's go inside….It's risky..” I managed to say.
“ Yeah….” He replied.
He took my hand with a warm and certain grip. "Come on," he said, his playful smile returning, but his eyes still held the fire. "Let me show you the rest of the home."
He took us to the master bedroom first. It was a big, serene room, the centerpiece a magnificent king-sized bed with a dark wood headboard. An attached bath was visible through an open door.
“Wow,” I exclaimed, the word a soft breath.
“You like it?” he asked, his eyes watching my reaction intently.
“Yep…It's spacious….nice,” I replied, my mind already picturing quiet mornings and peaceful nights.
Ranjeet stepped closer to me. His hand moves from my back to rest lightly on my bums. He leaned in and with a low husky voice he whispered- “Honestly, I'm already imagining us celebrating our Suhagrat on it.”
A hot blush flooded my cheeks. I glanced at Adnan who was busy exploring the other room on his own and I nudged his chest sharply with my elbow. “Careful, We are not alone, mister.”
He chuckled with a low, rumbling sound, but his expression turned serious as he stepped back to face me. “Okay, Jaanu. But I’m serious.” He took my hands in his with his intense gaze “Are you ready to be Mrs. Nabila Singh?”
The playful air evaporated, replaced by a silence so profound I could hear my own heart beats. A riot of feelings exploded inside me: shock, joy, fear, and a love so overwhelming it was dizzying. I wanted to throw my arms around him and kiss him but I restrained myself.
“It would be so wonderful,” I finally managed, my voice trembling. “But it’s not that easy, Ranjeet. We have… a lot of differences and I’m still married to Asif .”
“Fuck that Chutiya…..I don’t care about anything,” he replied instantly, his grip on my hands tightening. “Not about family, not about society. All I know is that I love you. That’s it.”
“Hmmm. I love you too,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.
Our trance was broken by a happy shout from the other room. “Mummy! Look!”
We followed the sound to the smaller bedroom. It was furnished with a sturdy wooden bunk bed, and Adnan was standing on the lower bunk, pointing excitedly out the window. We moved beside him and saw a beautiful, green community garden below.
“Oh, so nice,” I said, relieved by the simple beauty of it.
“Would you like to go there?” Ranjeet asked Adnan, who nodded enthusiastically. “Alright, champ. I’ll take you down in the evening, then,” Ranjeet promised. He then looked at the bunk bed, a soft, almost sad smile on his face. “I bought this bunk bed for both of our kids,” he said quietly.
I was puzzled for a moment, and then the realization hit me. He was talking about his daughter, Ananya.
“Oh,” I said softly. “That’s… so lovely, Ranjeet.”
“Yeah,” he said, his gaze distant. “I’ve decided, after we get married, I’ll bring Ananya here. She won’t have to live with her grandparents anymore.”
My heart ached for the little girl I’d never met, and for the father who clearly missed her dearly. “Yes, of course,” I said, my voice full of a sincerity that surprised me. “It would be a perfect family.”
His eyes met mine, full of a deep, unspoken gratitude. “Wait,” he said, his mood brightening. “I bought something for Adnan.” He took a box from a closet. It was a remote-controlled excavator.
“Ohhhh… That’s cool!” Adnan said, his previous excitement for the garden momentarily forgotten as he took the new toy. Ranjeet set him up with it, and Adnan was soon happily maneuvering the excavator across the bedroom floor.
“Let me show you the kitchen,” Ranjeet said, leading me out. It had a small fridge and a large, empty platform, clean and waiting. After a quick look, I found myself drawn back to the main balcony. He followed me.
“So,” I began, needing to ground the day’s overwhelming emotions in practicalities. “When are you planning to move here?”
“Not in the near future,” he said, leaning against the railing beside me. “I’m planning to move in with you only.”
“Oh,” I said, surprised again. I looked around at the luxurious apartment, the stunning view. “For how much did you buy it?”
“2.9 crore,” he said casually.
“Oh my God! How?” I was curious and completely floored.
“I had some ancestral land in my village. I sold it and invested the money here,” he replied simply.
“Hmmm,” was all I could manage. As I tried to process the scale of his sacrifice, his gaze swept over me, warm and appreciative.
“Nabila,” he said, his voice dropping to that low, intimate murmur again. “You look so sexy in these jeans.”
“Control,” I whispered, shooting a pointed look towards the room where Adnan was playing.
He just grinned. We walked to the living room again talking about his future plans.Then he said, “Stay here. A celebration is in order.” and he disappeared in the kitchen.
I sat on the couch and in that moment of blissful quiet, my own idea sparked. He deserved a surprise too, I thought.. I quickly pulled out my phone and ordered a rich chocolate truffle cake from a nearby bakery.
He reappeared with two tall glasses of sparkling lemon soda.”Presenting my queen, world famous soda made by Ranjeet…..”
I giggled at his poor joke and thanked him for the ‘World Famous’ treat. We sipped our drinks, our conversation returning to a soft, romantic murmur. The future felt as bright and vast as the city spread out before us.
Suddenly, the sharp buzz of the door bell cut through our conversation. Ranjeet looked puzzled. "I wasn't expecting anyone..." He went to the door to answer it.
A moment later, he called out, his voice full of amused disbelief, "Nabila... did you order a cake?"
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