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Story: Tainted Bride
With a smile on his face, Prakram kisses her forehead. He then takes her palm in his hands and kisses her hands, moving towards her bosom. He looks at her, twists his lips upwardsto tease her, smiles, takes her pink areola in his mouth, and maintains eye contact without letting it break. As soon as she feels the warm breeze of his breath, Avishka immediately closes her eyes tightly, quickly turns away from him, and turns her back towards him on the bed. Prakram tells her while smiling, kissing her back, and biting her ear.
“The more you try to hide me, the more I will trouble you.”
When she hears these mischievous words from him, Avishka turns her face towards him and bites his jaw, smiling lightly. Prakram knows that Avishkar tries her best to distance herself from all kinds of negativity again and again, but even without wanting, she suddenly falls into that negativity. The more she tries, the harder it is for her to forget everything and smile. The more she moves forward, the more she finds herself surrounded by those things; hence, Prakram does not want to control himself at all, and by showing her more than before, he wants to give her the courage to accept only his love for her. She needs to step forward because, with every step, he is walking with her.
Avishka can feel every part of his body on her body, which is very pleasant. She wanted to feel this touch only because she likes to forget everything. Prakram turns her towards him, kisses her lightly, and tells her. Is.
"Tell me if you want to leave me."
After listening to that, she closes her eyes, just smiles, and sees Prakram and Aashi running towards her, whom she is desperately standing in front of with her open eyes.
"Noooo…"
He grins and tells her, rubbing his nose on her stomach before going down and kissing her stomach.
"If you ever think of leaving me, just tell me that you don't want to see me; no problem. I will walk away from you, but I will only walk with you."
Hearing these words of his, Avishka's eyes filled with tears. Prakram, seeing the tears in her eyes, says this while wiping her eyes lightly with his thumb.
"Aashi has said that if I make her mother cry even a little, she will not talk to me at all."
Hearing this, Aavishka laughs loudly, and seeing her laugh like this, Prakram is also forced to smile continuously.
"I love you, Avishka.”
Avishka starts looking into his eyes. She has not expressed her love to him for a long time, and she knows that when he expresses his love to her, he expects her to respond immediately, but not every time she feels a sense of silence within herself. But today, she doesn't want to hold back, and she immediately expresses her love to him.
"I love you.”
As soon as he once more hears her express her love, he becomes ecstatic and begins passionately kissing her, placing his lips on hers in an instant. Soon, the whole tent starts echoing with their moans.
CHAPTER 72
Prakram is sitting outside in front of the tent, and his eyes are going towards the tent again and again in wait for Avishka, like every time he wanted to groom Avishka with his way, but Avishka threw him out of the tent. It is nighttime. Because ofthis, it is a little bit cold here; the helper has decorated the dinner table, but Prakram lights the fire there as soon as he feels the chill.
Soon after opening the zip of the tent, as soon as Avishka comes out, Prakram's eyes completely stop on her. Avishka looks absolutely stunning in this light blue saree. Smilingly, he immediately extends his hand toward her. She shyly goes towards him with her eyes down and holds his hand. He holds her hand tightly, pulls her into his arms, and places her in his lap. He makes her sit, looks at her very closely, and says,.
“You make me love you more every time.”
This is a very beautiful feeling for Avishka, not separating her from herself even for a minute. For the past few days, she has been experiencing significant self-doubt, but today, his presence is not causing her any trouble. There's no one around; she just sees everything as beautiful.
Both of them smile at their dinners, and then Prakram takes Avishka in his arms, wraps the blanket around them, and sits near the fire. Avishka is sitting with her head resting on his chest, and at this time she has her eyes on the water and looks at the moonlight, which is looking ever more beautiful, which is attracting her towards herself. Prakram tells her by taking the fingers of both her hands tightly intertwined and holding her tightly in his arms.
"I just want to see you smile, and I can do anything for it. I have no idea who stole your smile, but it has begun to return gradually. Although I would like to keep it, I'm terrified for you. Because you will never allow yourself to progress in any way while maintaining this smile, you must immediately overcome this fear and forget everything."
Now she knows very well that Prakram has tried many times to know everything from her, but she did not want to trouble herself or Prakram by remembering anything. Even though she did not want to remember her bad memories at all. Her memories don't leave her behind.
She embraces Prakram's hands more tightly and wraps them tightly around herself, saying this while smilingly placing her head on his chest and looking at the water.
“I am a murderer.”
Despite listening to her, Prakram does not give her any kind of reaction. He cradles her in his arms, gently caressing her head against his chest, and he can clearly see tears welling up in her eyes. He kisses her forehead and sits beside her in silence, understanding that if he wants to learn everything today, he must exercise self-control. Avishka says so, holding his hand lightly.
“As an assistant professor, I got a job at the most reputed college in Guwahati. We were all very happy because I hoped that if I took on the job, my father would have more time to rest and I would be able to handle all the responsibilities with ease. Since childhood, my father has been everything for me. Yes, I love my mother, but my bond with my father is a little different. A father has meant a lot to his daughters; he is their hero, and they also see him in their future husbands. My father was more than a hero for me; he was my whole life for me. The world resides in him; if I needed anything, he would bring it to me; if I am sad, he doesn't even move away from my side; he always listens to me and understands me. We were very happy with our family. I, my younger brother Advait, my mother, and my father—our world was very limited, and we were beyond happy with everything. We were very happy in our world, but soon after I got the job,my father suddenly started feeling ill, and he started insisting that he wanted to see my marriage. My father always sought my opinion before making any decisions, as he believed that my daughter was capable of handling all tasks. However, this time, he was pressing for my marriage. That was completely unusual, and I also knew that if I insisted on my father, he would agree, so I was adamant that I should not get married so soon.”
Tears start flowing continuously from Avishka's eyes. Prakram is affectionately kissing her forehead, occasionally stroking her hand, and even attempting to wipe away the tears, but she is unable to control them. Avishka gently turns, gives him a hug, and explains the situation.
“Papa and I had a lot of fights, and he clearly said that he wanted to see me get married, and I was also adamant that I would not get married. I was angry with him for the first time, and I was not even talking to him completely. This was the first time in my life that I had not spoken to my father for 24 hours. The next day, as soon as I returned from college, my father began to express his desire to marry me as soon as possible, stating that he was searching for a suitable match. I was furious, unable to comprehend why my father, who loves his daughter so deeply that he never makes decisions without her consent, was in such a rush. I went to my room angrily, but I had forgotten my mobile and had to do some important work on it, and when I returned, I came to know that my father was in such a hurry only because he was suffering from last-stage cancer.”
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