Riya knew it was a bad idea to check up on Shashank after the hospital scene. Her best friend had given her all the details on the phone while forced to take bed rest.

But somewhere along the way, she cared for him. She knew he would be tense.

The light in his room was on. She could smell the cigarettes and alcohol from the corridor. As she walked to his room, she heard him on the phone. Some arguments, some swearing, and some grumbling.

The door wasn't locked. Her heart was rattling as she twisted the doorknob and pushed the door an inch.

Shashank turned his chair and noticed Riya's signature brown hair. Riya immediately thought of bolting out. He signalled her with two fingers to come in.

"Then fucking do something about it. I don't give your party special tenders for doing nothing." Shashank growled back on the phone.

Riya walked in, her body already singing as his eyes traced every inch of her. Heat rose across her body. Arousal rose with just the way his eyes raked over her.

"Yes. Then I want things fixed by tomorrow. You don't want to irritate me any further." Shashank cut the call and threw the phone on the table.

Riya's walk felt like a cat walking into an unknown room. Cautious but curious.

"It's not the first time you're in here." He chuckled at her cautiousness.

"Yeah... the plan is never to have sex but with you around..."

It made him laugh. He signalled her to come over.

"I just wanted to ask if you're okay..." Riya stood where she was.

"Paas aake ek baar dekh le ki theek hun yaa nahi..." (Come closer and check if I'm okay.) He was being playful.

"Yahin se puch rahi hun..." (I'll ask from here.)

"Riya..."

Riya didn't know why she walked over to him. Shashank took off his shirt, his well-built chest enticing her.

Shashank held her hand and pulled her over his lap. Her legs spread to his either side and facing him.

"Kya-" Before she could ask, he interlaced his hands in hers and rested his head on her shoulder. Her midnight blue silk zipped-up shirt and shorts set was thin enough to let him feel her curves.

There was a kind of comfort in her arms. Shashank loved that comfort. The smell of her lotion mixed with her body wash's lingering lemon and lavender smell. The familiarity of those curves to easily arouse him.

Riya wrapped her arms around his neck and traced his spine, calming him. "You're too tense. Why don't you take a break?" She asked.

He chuckled, "The devil gets no breaks, baby."

"The devil might burn himself out with the work burden."

He began kissing her neck, sucking on her soft skin. Then alternating it light biting. "It's the perks of being a politician." He pulled her closer to his chest, pulling her right over his hardening dick.

She laced one hand in his hair, sighing in pleasure at his kisses. She began moving her hips in a reflex. He pulled down her shirt's zipper. He pushed it to the side enough to get access to her shoulder and chest. The bra, the barrier between him and her breasts.

He grinned and shook his head at the bra. It was a tie behind kind of bra that only covered the main bits. The two little triangles didn't do anything to hide the curvy breasts. "If your aim isn't to have sex, why would you wear something that is easy to pull apart?"

"Shashank..." She moaned as he began to suck her neck and leave hickeys all over. He pressed her breasts through her bra, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. The pinching them.

"I was here only to check on you.... not..." She moaned as he bit her and then ran his tongue over to soothe it.

"I am relaxing. This is my way of relaxing." He replied, moving his hands to her pants and pulling them down. She lifted her ass an inch to let him pull down her pants. As she gave some space, he pulled down her panties along.

He ran his hands through her naked ass, sighing in pleasure.

Her resolve to leave after asking him how he was already jumped to its death when she walked over to him.

Shashank stood up, picked her up, and walked over to his bed. He dropped her down on his bed, discarded her shorts and panty, and climbed up over her.

She pulled his head from her neck to her chest; her breasts were now demanding his attention. The nipples eager for him.

Without a warning, Shashank pushed two fingers into her pussy, making her squeal but then moan in pleasure. His strokes were fast.

"This is my stress relief..." Shashank sighed, pushing his face on her chest. His other hand untied the bra and threw it away, freeing her breasts and exposing them to him. 

One hand pushing his two fingers in and out, another pressing her left boob, and sucking her neck. Riya arched her back, desiring more pleasure from him. "Aahhh..." She moaned. Unable to bear the pleasure, she scratched his back. 

"Shashank... please make me cum..." She moaned. 

He quickened the pace of his fingers. She moaned louder, unmindful if anyone could hear her. Not that it could stop Shashank from taking the pleasure he wanted from her. 

With his fingers moving faster, he inserted a third finger and sucked her left boob. "Ummmhhh... Shashank..." She moaned. "I'm close..." He bit her nipple and then ran his tongue over it. The movement of the tongue driving her further up towards the orgasm. She dug her nails into his shoulder, wanting more.

He quickened the pace of his fingers and played with her clit. He knew as she her orgasm was just there.

"Cum, baby… cum for me, my cumslut..”

"Aahhh..." Riya had her first orgasm. Both his hands moved to her breasts and began kneading them, as he moved his head down. 

"Ohhh... ummmm...." The moans escaped her lips when he licked her clit. The tongue moved over it, flicking over it. She grabbed his hands that were pressing her boobs and pressed them. "Aaahhh... Shashank.... ohhh..." He pinched her nipples a little hard and pressed them.

He tasted the cum that leaked out of her as he licked her. Running his tongue over her clit and rubbing it.

"Umm... such a good little slut. Always wet for me and wanting to be fucked.

"AAhhhh... yess..." She began to rush on to her second orgasm as he circled her clit with his tongue. The rhythm was constant. It edged her even more, making her squirm with desire and pleasure. 

His thumbs rubbed her nipples in a circular motion and then he pinched them hard. His tongue went over her pussy, licking her expertly.

The sound of his groans pleased her even more. His beard scratched over her sensitive areas added to her pleasure. Her hands naturally gripped his hair, pushing further by her pussy.

"I'm cumming..." She groaned as she came for the second time. He moved up from her cunt, licked his lips, and winked at her. His face still glistened with her cum. He licked whatever his lips could get and wiped off the rest with a tissue at the side table. 

"Still as good as the first time I tasted you." He kissed her lips, settling himself between her legs, teasing her fingers over her thighs.

"Shashank..." She cupped his face. He looked at her breasts, then looked back into her eyes and winked again. 

"Tumhe mujhse koi bacha nahi sakta hai, baby. Abhi toh phir bhi apne ghar bhaag sakti hai. Jis din meri biwi banauga tabh tujhe har din har raat chodunga." (No one can save you from me, baby. Now you still manage to run back to your home. The day I make you my wife, every day, every night I'll fuck you.) His hands pressed her breasts.

Riya pulled his face close to her. "Biwi bana ke toh dikhaae, Shashank Shah. Baatein toh aap bohot acchi bana lete hai." (First make me your wife. You’re talk nice.)

Shashank kissed her lips, pinching her nipples hard, making her squeal. "Tujhse main aashiq nahi sambhal raha... pati kaise sambhalegi?" (You can’t handle me as a lover, how will your deal with me as a husband?)

"Woh meri problem hai..." 

Shashank pulled down his linen trousers, freeing his hardened dick. He was about to push into her when she stopped. "Get a condom..." She pointed to his side table. She knew the drawers always had a box of condoms. The ones she chose. She knew she was the only woman he slept with. 

Shashank groaned in annoyance. "Kyu pagal kar rahi hai..." (Why are you annoying me?) He grumbled in annoyance. He reached out for the drawer and pulled out a condom. 

She grinned as he made an irritated face, ripping open the wrapper and pulling the condom over his penis. Before he could penetrate her, she pulled him to her. That made him look up into her eyes. His face was inches away from hers.

"Jis din aap mere pati bane, uss din nahi kahungi. Tab tak... Aashiq Shah..." (The day you become my husband, I won’t ask you. Til then… Lover Shah…) He grinned at her challenge. He kissed her lips, pulled her legs around his waist. 

Shashank pushed into her. Both of them moaned in pleasure. His long and thick dick stretched out her pussy, thirstily taking him in. The pace was fast, aimed to please her. His size always made her feel full. As if there was no more space within her. The size managed to touch all the pleasure spots inside her pussy.

"Hmmpjhh... aaahhh..." Shashank groaned in pleasure. "You're so fucking tight. Itni baar toh chod chuka hu... Your pussy takes me in so fucking good." (I've already fucked you so many times.)

He pounded on her like a caveman. "AAAhhhh.... Shashank... Aur zor se.."  Shashank quickened his face further. The entire four-pillared bed was shaking from the pounding. 

"It feels so good..." She exclaimed. 

All of Shashank's frustration began to express out in the way he fucked her like a madman. So hard and so fast that Riya's small figure struggled to keep up with that pressure. 

He sucked her boobs and bit her nipples. Giving both of her boobs equal attention. 

"I... I am going to cum..." She exclaimed. 

"Hold it..." 

"Shashank..." She complained while moaning and digging her fingers into his hair. Her big boobs had always been his favourite spot after her pussy. He also knew how much she loved it when he played with her boobs. 

"Hold it..." Shashank growled as he thrusted faster and harder. He began pursuing his own orgasm. 

He pounded on her. Riya could feel all of his pent-up frustration coming out on her. Yet, she had always been a whore for an aggressive fuck session with him. 

He bit her nipples roughly as he continued the hard pounding. "AAhhh..." She exclaimed in pain and then moaned in pleasure as he circled his tongue around the nipple. "Shashank.... please. I can't hold any longer..." She begged him to let her cum. 

Shashank grabbed her throat with his hand aggressively and pressed lightly. He felt his orgasm crawling up. Her tight, small cunt was milking him perfectly. "Aahhh..." Shashank grunted in pleasure. 

His pleasure groans reverberated through her chest. "Please...." She begged him. She wanted to cum desperately. Her fingers scratched his shoulder, which were sure to leave marks. 

"Now..." Shashank erupted into his orgasm, his seed pooling into the condom, and Riya left wet stains on the sheets with her cum. 

Riya pushed her head back on the pillow, breathing heavily. She felt his heavy breathing too. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and looked at him. 

He claimed her lips and kissed her, his dick still inside her, slowly going flaccid. 

Riya wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She felt his perfectly sculpted chest pressed against her. His strong arms wrapped around her as he kissed her. Her chest swelled with love. 

He finally pulled away from her and reached for the tissue box on the side table. He cleaned her first, then removed the condom, threw it in the dustbin, and cleaned himself. 

He got up from the bed. She looked at him, her eyes scrunched at that. He laughed, feeling her glare. "Aa raha hun..." (I'm coming back.) He put on his trousers that he had thrown on the floor. 

Riya began to get up to get her clothes when he climbed back into bed and pushed her back. "Sshhh..." 

He pinned her down on the bed and lay on top of her. "Shashank... kapde toh lene do..." (At least me get my clothes.)

"Chup kar ke ke so jaa na..." (Shut up and get to sleep.) He twirled to the side and pulled her closer to him. Her chest pressed against his. 

"Aap ne toh pehen liye... mujhe-" (You've worn clothes... let me...) She was cut off with his thigh pushed between her legs. "Shashank...."

"Riya." That tone was a sign that he was tired and wanted to sleep. His left arm was beneath her head, acting as her pillow, and his right arm was wrapped around her, caging her in his grasp. 

"Kameena...." (Asshole) She muttered as he refused to let her be clothed. A grin made its way to his lips. He kissed the top of her head before dozing off to sleep. 

She wished one of these days he would actually say the words she could feel in his chest. The three little words she wanted to hear. He'd call himself her lover but still not say those three words. 

It had always been there in the way he acted. Always there when she needed him. The way he always checked up on her once a day to see if she was alright. Passing her a kiss every day and sending her chocolates. Every time he fucked her, she woke up with him still sleeping in her arms. 

Between all of it, she couldn't deny that she loved him. Or that he loved her too. Amid all the political chaos that was constant in his life, one permanent thing was her, his obsession with fucking her, and his possessiveness of her.