Aniruddh whispered in her right ear, "Aniruddh..." (Aniruddh...)
Bondita shivered, the dark, heavy texture of his voice sending a tremor down her spine, his name a rush of butterflies in her stomach. She was lying on the bed, already in the throes of their intimacy.
Aniruddh leaned in, his breath hot against her skin. "Mera naam toh lena padega, Biwi. Yahi saza hai... Main usse pehle haath aur aankhein nahi kholunga tumhare." (You will have to take my name, Wife. This is the punishment... I won't open your hands or your eyes until you do.)
"Nh...i... Please.... Pati..." (No... Please... Husband...) she pleaded, but the sound dissolved into a sharp, involuntary gasp-"Ahh!"-as his teeth closed gently, possessively, on the sensitive skin below her ear.
He shifted, trailing his lips to her left ear, and whispered the word again, the sound now a low, seductive command
"Aniruddh." (Aniruddh.)
"An...ii..." (An...ii...)
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