The night of Karwa Chauth was intense. As they kissed, Kabir gently bit her lower lip. Kashish gasped, "Kabir!" He soothed the slight pain with soft, lingering kisses, his tongue tracing her lip. Kashish melted into his touch. Kabir moved to her neck, kissing, sucking, and licking it. Between kisses, he murmured, "You looked beautiful today. I've been waiting all day to hold you like this, to touch and feel every part of you." She whispered, "I missed you too, Kabir." He untied her saree pallu and kissed the skin near her cleavage.Β His hands moved back to the knot and hook of her blouse, releasing them.Β
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