Ansh’s fingers caressed Sanya’s breasts. He bent down to flick a wet tongue over a taut nipple as Sanya groaned in pleasure. Heat pooled in the lower part of her body as Ansh suckled her breasts, dividing his attention between both.
Her hands wound in his hair as Sanya pressed Ansh’s head closer to her body. She protested loudly when he lifted his head.
Ansh laughed as he held her close to his bare chest.
Sanya’s sensitised breasts revelled in the contact against his hair-roughened skin. She threw her arms around his waist before raising her head to kiss him on his mouth, mating her tongue with his.
Tracing a path downwards, she drew the tip of her tongue over the pulse beating at his throat, feeling a sense of triumph when she heard Ansh’s groan of need.
He lifted her again and threw her on his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, walking towards the master bedroom. Pushing the door open with a manly shoulder, he walked to the bed and laid her gently down on it.
Rising up, Ansh managed to remove his jeans with trembling hands.
Sanya bounced up and went on her knees to trace her hands over his wide chest, walking her fingers down to his waist. She stopped as an unexpected fit of shyness attacked her, before raising her head to look up at him.
Ansh gave her a grin. “Why did you stop? I’m all yours to explore.” He bent down and kissed her hard before he proceeded to take her jeans off.
Sanya helped him, in a hurry to be in his arms again. Pushing her back against the pillows, Ansh continued his lovemaking, pressing soft kisses against her throat. As her moans grew louder, his lovemaking grew more ardent. He nipped her shoulder gently, rubbing the reddened skin with a damp tongue. She trembled in his arms, overcome by passion, her heart rate increasing wildly. “Ansh...” she groaned, encouraging him to carry on. He did exactly that, working his way down her body, his hands, lips and tongue playing havoc with her sensitised skin.
He took gentle bites of her breasts before taking a turgid nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. Sanya almost cried with pleasure as she held his head close to her chest, running her fingers through his curls, before moving on to caress his nape. Her hands revelled in the satiny texture of his skin as they moved over his muscular shoulders even as he moved to pander to her other breast.
She bucked in his arms, feverish arousal driving her. “Ansh...” she called out, raking her nails down his back, craving for more.
Ansh took his own sweet time, moving down her body, his tongue tracing the contours of her navel. Then he moved further down, his fingers gently parting her sex, making her sigh softly. He drew a finger down her body, pleasuring the most sensitive part of her, finding her wet and receptive.
He rose up to lie down against her, pressing his lips to hers. He sucked on her lower lip, before his tongue explored the moist cavern of her mouth. She pressed his head closer to hold his mouth against hers, mating her tongue with his, making him harder than ever.
Ansh was fully aroused and Sanya’s eyes opened wide when she felt him against her thigh. Her throat dried up as she was suddenly struck by panic.
Ansh immediately sensed the change in her body language and stilled before taking her face in his hands. “Sanya, don’t be scared sweetheart,” he said, caressing her silky hair that was spread all over the pillow. “I promise to be gentle.”
Arms around him, Sanya whispered, “I trust you Ansh. It’s just that…”
But Ansh kissed her urgently, cutting off further conversation.
He cupped her feminine mound gently as his lips again found her breasts. Sanya relaxed when she felt his fingers exploring her once again. Sensations like she had never experienced before, rippled through her, her body responding to his masterful touch.
Ansh lifted her hand and placed it against his hardness. Hesitant at first, but growing bolder, Sanya caressed the hard silk of his engorged manhood, feeling his avid response to her touch.
Sanya noticed the shift in intensity. Ansh stroked her more urgently and when he found that she was wet enough, he moved away to get a condom from the bedside drawer and rolled it on.
Sanya eyes drank in his naked body as he came back to her, giving her a hard kiss while pushing her legs apart and settling himself over her. He looked deep into her eyes and asked, “Ready?”
Sanya nodded with all the love and desire in her.
She barely felt any pain as Ansh pushed into her core for entry. Ansh was still as she adjusted to his fullness within her. He began to move when she was ready, guiding her and taking her along with him as the two of them rode the waves of pleasure.
Sanya felt that she was floating among the stars when she climaxed a couple of seconds before she heard Ansh’s groan of satisfaction as he came.
She gentled her tight grip on his back, where her nails had been pressing into his flesh. He shifted his weight off her and she turned on her side, snuggling her back against his chest. Ansh hugged her close, his right arm around her waist, his palm cupping a breast.
“I love you Sanya,” he whispered close to her ear.
Sanya turned around with a jerk and stared at him in the soft light of a bedside lamp. “Ansh, you’re joking, right?” Her face was disturbed.
Ansh looked deeply into her eyes. “I’ve never been more serious in my life. I love you Sanya,” he repeated.
“Oh Ansh!” Sanya buried her face in his chest, hugging him tight. “Thank you so much.” She pressed her lips to his neck.
Ansh’s body rumbled with laughter. “That wasn’t exactly the response that I was expecting,” he said, his lips against her hair.
Sanya lifted her head to look up at him, a giggle escaping her throat. “No, I mean it Ansh. After the way I behaved with you, you still find it in your heart to love me. Thank you.” She kissed him on his rough cheek. “And I...well, my body loves you...” She hit him on his shoulder with a small fist when Ansh started laughing again. “Ansh, are you going to let me have my say or no?” She gave him a mock glare, waiting for him to calm down.
“Sorry, please go ahead,” said Ansh, continuing to grin. She looked gorgeous, her honey brown eyes fiery, her naked body flushed with his lovemaking.
“My body loves you and you very well know it. I think my heart loves you too, but...” her voice turned to a whisper, “I’m scared Ansh. All these years I had believed that I was in love with Arth. What if I’m making a fool of myself, again? I don’t want to drag you into a mess along with me.”
Ansh pulled her head to his chest, holding her close to his heart. “Sweetheart, you won’t be dragging me anywhere that I don’t want to go with you. I love you too much for that. Just now, I’m so glad that your body loves me. I’m sure it won’t be long before your heart follows too. I can wait.”
Sanya lifted her head to look up at his face. “Make love to me again Ansh,” she ordered.
He obliged her every whim, pleasuring her once again from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
She went to sleep in his arms, secure in being loved.
It was almost three in the morning when Sanya came awake. She gently removed the masculine arm that was holding her and got up to dress, unaware that her movements had woken Ansh up.
“What are you doing?” asked Ansh, his voice sounding sleepy.
Sanya walked up to him and pressed her lips to his eyes. “Shh… go back to sleep.”
Her words had exactly the opposite effect on him. Ansh came wide awake as he pulled her into his arms.
Sanya had been on the verge of hooking her bra when she felt it being slipped off her shoulders.
“Ansh?” she said, wonderingly.
Without answering her, Ansh pulled her right hand and placed it against his manhood that was throbbing for an encore.
A wild blush stole up Sanya’s cheeks when Ansh whispered throatily in her ear, “See what you do to me sweetheart.”
“Oh, but I thought I’ll go back…”
Ansh didn’t let her finish. “You don’t pl
an to leave me alone in this state, do you?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.
Colour bloomed on Sanya’s cheeks, making her go hot with desire. Her breasts felt heavy as Ansh began to caress them. Ansh made love to her extremely slowly, taking his time. Her body underwent delicious torture under his hands as he insisted on discovering every single erogenous zone.
Dawn was breaking when they finally fell back on the bed, completely satisfied.
23
Sanya’s life fell into a different pattern from that night onwards. She knew that what she shared with Ansh was special and, for now, she was content that he loved her. Ansh had become the most important person in her life.
He insisted on meeting her every night. Sometimes they went for a drive; usually though, they went to her apartment or his cottage. The tiny flat seemed even smaller with Ansh in it.
“Why don’t you move back home to Panorama? Dad and Mom would love to have you there,” said Ansh one day, making himself comfortable on the recliner, the only seating arrangement available. He pulled Sanya on to his lap and held her close against his manly chest.
“Okay, so you want me to shift there to make your parents happy? You don’t have a stake in…”
Ansh didn’t let her complete the sentence as he pressed his lips to hers, stopping her teasing words. His hands roamed over her waist, pulling her t-shirt up to expose her skin to his touch. Sanya sank into his arms, passion engulfing her.
Over the next few weeks, Sanya saw a completely different side of Ansh, which banished completely from her mind all memories of the boy who had plagued her as a child.
This was no boy, but a gentle caring man and she fell more in love with him every day.
He was also a hopeless romantic, she discovered, and Sanya loved the little gifts he brought her every day. One day, it was a dewy red rosebud, on another a pair of coffee mugs that had cute messages on them. On other occasions, he brought her a pretty bracelet and a string of colourful beads that he insisted looked sexy on her.
Whatever it was, it never failed to bring a smile to her face.
It was Sunday night and Sanya had the next day off. She couldn’t believe that she was in the last week of her training. Where had the six months gone? This stint had helped her immensely and she was now in the process of planning a restaurant of her own.
Ansh was all encouragement when she shared her ideas with him.
That evening, Ansh insisted on taking her to his cottage. He filled two glasses with chilled sparkling wine and offered one to her.
Raising an eyebrow in question, Sanya asked, “What’s the occasion?”
Ansh sat down close to her. When she placed her glass of wine on the side table, it was immediately joined by his glass.
He pulled her into his arms and Sanya went into them with alacrity. She had discovered heaven there. She wouldn’t mind spending her entire life in his arms, she thought. That must definitely mean that she was in love with him, right?
Ansh pressed hot kisses on her face. As Sanya moved her head this way and that to capture his lips, he refused to oblige her and, instead, pressed a hot wet kiss on her ear.
Biting her lobe, he asked her, “Will you marry me?”
Sanya pulled out of his embrace to look at him. While there was a cocky grin on Ansh’s face, there was that tiny bit of uncertainty that lurked at the back of his eyes.
The man was too attractive for his own good, thought Sanya, her smile turning into a grin.
She raised a hand to trace the shape of his masculine lips, not giving him an answer immediately.
Ansh held her hand against his mouth and groaned, his voice strangled, “Sanya!”
She moved to sit on his lap and threw both her arms around his neck and whispered, “Yes.” Then, as an afterthought, she asked, “But, Ansh, can we wait a while?”
Ansh crushed her in his arms and kissed her senseless before saying, “Whatever you want, as long as you agree to be my life partner.”
24
Ratna and Shantanu were ecstatic with their news. Immediately, they got down to organising a party to announce the engagement. Meanwhile, Diwakar and Bindiya made arrangements to return to India after more than a decade.
Bindiya was happy when her husband booked their tickets to Mumbai. Her non-stop nagging to visit Sanya in Mumbai since three months had finally borne fruit. And better than anything, her daughter had finally agreed to get married. Though personally Bindiya didn’t much care for Ratna, she was glad that Sanya was going to marry into the Sharmas’ rich household. She vaguely recalled the twin brats—torments, more like. And Sanya was wedding the younger one named Ansh. Bindiya wondered if the elder twin, Arth, was married yet. Well, it didn’t really matter.
Sanya moved back to Panorama as Ratna and Shantanu wouldn’t hear of her protests. It was obvious that Ansh’s parents loved her. And it felt good to be pampered after six months of hard work.
Arth was home earlier nowadays, the reason being his partner, Farhan Merchant, who had moved into Arth’s home. They were so obviously in love and thrilled to be together, finally. Sanya learned the reason for the tension that had surrounded the couple before.
“Farhan recently got a divorce. He had been forced into marriage by his family even though he was aware that he was gay from when he was a teenager.” Ansh explained to Sanya. “Luckily for him, his wife Anya is a good friend and she always knew the truth about him. They tied the knot just to make their families happy and got their marriage annulled after two years.”
Sanya nodded, a smile on her face. It looked like both the Sharma twins had found their life partners.
Sanya’s parents arrived a day before the engagement, clearly overjoyed for their daughter. While Diwakar had always known that his daughter would be successful, Bindiya had had her doubts. But here was Sanya, not just confidently setting out on a career of her choice, but also about to get engaged to a man who clearly adored her.
Things couldn’t have turned out better, thought Bindiya happily to herself. What a lovely boy Ansh was, so caring and looking after them all so well.
Sanya walked into his room as Ansh was buttoning his shirt.
She had caught his habit of walking in unannounced, much to his delight. She held the lapels of his shirt apart as she pressed her lips to his chest. “Hmm…you smell so good.” She looked up at his face as she felt his arms going around her. “Whatever have you done to my mother, Ansh? She’s not stopped singing your praises. I’m simply amazed.”
She truly was. Bindiya tended to criticise people and could never accept anyone easily. But Ansh appeared to have twisted his mother-in-law-to-be around his little finger right from the moment she stepped out of the plane.
“What do I get in return for sharing that secret with you?” The grey green eyes shone with mischief as they ran over her glowing features. Oh, but she was adorable! It was obvious that she had been lacking in confidence, without a purpose in life, when she came to Mumbai. But now, she had blossomed into a stronger version of herself.
Ansh had rightly guessed that Bindiya also lacked confidence and had treated her adoringly from the moment he met her. He was ready to go that extra mile for his Sanya’s sake. He explained this to her.
A sheen of tears blurred Sanya’s eyes. She was overwhelmed by his love for her! She stood on tiptoe to draw his head down and kissed him on the lips. His arms tightened around her in response. “I love you Ansh, with all my heart,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion.
Yeah, she was sure now about her love for this twin who used to torment her so in her childhood, but had grown to become the love of her life.
THE END
FINDING ANYA
A romance novella by
Sundari Venkatraman
1
Anya and Farhan Merchant stepped out of the family court in Bandra on Friday, just before noon, grinning widely at each other. Anya turned to hug Farhan, pressing her lips to his cheek. “Thank you so much Farhan. Yo
u are my bestest friend.”
Farhan hugged her back with equal enthusiasm. “Thank you Anya. I don’t really know how I’d have survived the past two years without you.”
Anya moved away to look up at her ex-husband, shaking her head. “I’m sure you’d have managed, especially with Arth by your side.”
“Oh yeah, Arth of course. I can conquer the world along with him. But I hadn’t met him then, when my parents were pressurising me to get married. You saved the day.”
“Parents!” Anya grimaced, thinking of hers. They had come after her with a stick the moment she had completed her MBA with flying colours. That she was barely twenty-two didn’t seem to matter to them. Amal and Gaurav Chhabria had been adamant and of one mind to see their only child married off as soon as possible. The uncles and aunts from the joint family had been no help either, taking her parents’ side. They had even looked at a couple of alliances. But luckily, neither had worked. But they hadn’t let off the pressure. And that’s how she had wedded Farhan Merchant, her best friend since school. She had put down her foot when they tried to protest in the name of religion. In the end they had accepted that she was getting married at all.
“Why the heck do they give birth to kids?!” Anya exclaimed with more irritation than anger.
Farhan gave her a pained look. He put out a hand to shake hers. “Well then, I’ll be seeing you around Anya. Do be in touch.”
She shook hands with the man who had been her husband—only on paper—for almost two years, the one she had divorced barely half an hour ago. “Try and stop me,” she grinned. “And thanks for the use of the apartment.”
Farhan shook his head again. “Not just for use, Anya. It’s yours to keep.”
Yeah, Farhan had a big heart. He had transferred the 2BHK apartment where they had lived, to Anya’s name, despite her protests. Well, just now it was a place to stay. But Anya had no intention of taking advantage of her best friend. He had bought it with his hard-earned money and it wasn’t as if he owed her alimony. Their divorce had been by mutual consent, same as their marriage, two friends helping each other out in a time of trouble.
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