Birthday Pleasuring

Hello 👋

How are you'll.

I have decided to end this story till or before June. Can't stretch one story for whole 2yrs!

So give max read frequently with votes, and I'll update. No target only max read.

Also I have seen , you'll don't comment on the on going plot, ignore that part and read only romance.

No.

Don't do this.

Plot is the exact dark part of the dark romance of this book.

Tell me will you'll like just random spice scene and love without any story??

Also next part is all going to proceed fast.

So be consistent.

Coz plot is gonna do plotting.

Start part of story was very slow

Middle on going was slow burn

And now... The real!

Thank you

😊

*******************************************



Ahaan Khurana sat behind his massive oak desk, the morning sunlight slicing across the room in cold, precise lines.

His fingers tapped lightly against the polished surface, a slow, measured rhythm that made the quiet office even quieter.

His eyes, dark and unreadable, drifted toward a man standing by the door - one of his older employees, a man in his fifties.

The subtle slump in the man's shoulders didn't escape him.

Ahaan raised a single brow.

"Come in" he said, voice low, controlled.

The man stepped forward cautiously, adjusting his tie.

"I heard from our Account Manager," Ahaan continued, his tone casual, almost conversational, but there was a razor beneath it, "that from the last six months you were applying for a loan, for your daughter's wedding."

The man's mouth twitched nervously. "Yes sir.. but.."

"But it wasn't approved," Ahaan finished for him, leaning back in his chair, one arm casually draped over the armrest.

"Yet you kept on trying everyday, but a month ago suddenly you removed the loan application from request?"

The man swallowed hard. "Sir, I managed it by other means, family and friends.."

Ahaan's smirk appeared slowly, deliberately. Cold, amused, dangerous.

"Intresting," he said. "And you never thought of inviting me to your daughter's wedding?"

The man froze. He blinked, confused, uneasy. "S. Sir, maybe at my son's wedding"

Ahaan waved a hand dismissively. "Hmm.. perhaps "

The man, Virendra Rathore left quickly, nerves frayed, unsure whether he'd just survived a casual conversation... or a warning.

Ahaan returned to his papers, eyes narrowing slightly, a smirk still lingering.

Then he picked up his phone, tapping a contact.

"Mahir," he said when the line connected.

"Visit the plot we had taken from Thakurs tonight, and get the information that till where the work is completed!"

The calm precision in his voice gave nothing away, but the edges of his mind were already calculating the next moves, the next controls.

Because Ahaan Khurana never left anything to chance.

And nothing, not even small acts of defiance or secrecy, went unnoticed.

The car moved smoothly through the city roads, traffic blurring past the tinted windows.

Kashish sat beside Ahaan, a small bag clutched to her chest, fingers wrapped around its strap like it held something precious.

Inside were a few clothes - hers... and his. She had packed them carefully, folding his shirts with more attention than she'd ever folded her own.

Her eyes kept darting to the window, then to the bag, then back to the road ahead.

She couldn't sit still.

"We r actually staying tonight," she murmured, more to herself than to him.

"Mumma will be so happy, and papa too, and tomorrow's pooja -"

She stopped, smiling to herself.

Ahaan noticed.

He didn't look at her directly. He never did when emotions were involved.

But from the corner of his eye, he saw the way her lips curved, the way her happiness was simple, unguarded - almost childlike.

"Just for one night," he said flatly.

She nodded eagerly. "I know still."

Her grip tightened around the bag.

"I packed light" she added. "Just essential. Our clothes."

Our

The word lingered in the car.

Ahaan's jaw tightened for a second. Then - barely noticeable - the corner of his lips lifted.

Not a smile he'd ever allow the world to see.

Just a fleeting softness, gone almost as soon as it came.

Her excitement did something strange to him.

It wasn't loud.

It wasn't demanding.

It simply existed - and somehow, that was enough to crack the devil... just a little.

Kashish turned to him suddenly. "You're ok right?"

He hummed in response.

She smiled again, leaning back, content.

The car kept moving forward -

towards her home,

towards rituals,

towards a night that would change more than just a date on the calendar.

The moment they stepped inside the house, the smell of cooked ghee, spices, and warmth wrapped around them.

""Aree aa gye aap" Kashish's father exclaimed, walking forward immediately.

[Oh welcome son]

Before Ahaan could even process it, the man folded his hands slightly, smiling wide.

"Welcome beta," he said, placing a hand on Ahaan's shoulder with pride.

"You must be tired. You both go and get freshen up, I'll start serving the dinner 🍽️"

Ahaan stiffened for half a second.

No handshakes.

No formal distance.

Just... warmth.

Something unfamiliar.

They were ushered straight to the dining table.

Plates were already laid out, steel glasses filled, food still steaming.

Ahaan sat down slowly - and then paused.

This was... a lot.

Kashish sat beside him, quietly amused, eyes sparkling.

Her father pulled the chair slightly closer for Ahaan.

"Is this chair comfortable Jamai ji?" he asked earnestly.

"No no if you're not comfortable I'll bring another one, from my room"

Ahaan blinked. "No no, it's fine, I'm comfortable," he said quickly.

Before he could even pick up his spoon, Kashish's mother leaned closer, concerned etched on her face.

"Beta, why are you wearing these tight formal pants at home? How will you eat properly?" she said.

"Go change. Have you carried something normal and loose wear. Or should I ask tarun to help you out!"

From the corner, Kashish covered her mouth, suppressing a laugh as she looked at Ahaan.

He noticed.

And for the first time, he felt... Awkward

"No no" he said immediately, shaking his head with a tight smile.

"Im fine in this only" 🙂‍↔️

This is too much, he thought.

Food was served - but he noticed something odd.

They weren't eating.

Her mother kept watching his plate.

Her father kept glancing at his expressions.

"I think this is too spicy for him," her mother said.

"I told you to reduce the spice n, Divyaji" her father scolded softly.

Ahaan looked at Kashish.

Her eyes dared him.

So he smirked.

"Oh yes," he said suddenly, placing his spoon down dramatically.

"This is so spicy, my tongue... It's too much."

He leaned back slightly. "Water"

Ahaan was liking the unnecessary over treatment he was getting. And now decided to play with her parents.

Kashish wasn't liking that idea.

Because she knows how her parents are pure hearted and caring for their rich lad son in law!

Immediately, her mother pushed her chair back to stand.

That's when Ahaan frowned.

"No" he said sharply - then softened his tone.

"Tarun, you bring water."

Tarun, who had been sitting stiffly, looked up with clear irritation.

"Chote saale ho," Ahaan added casually, eyes flicking toward him, a teasing edge laced with authority.

[ Young brother in law]

The atmosphere tightened.

Kashish's father cleared his throat. "Tarun," he said firmly. "Bring water."

Tarun clenched his jaw, stood up, and walked toward the kitchen.

Ahaan watched him go, unreadable.

Kashish glanced at Ahaan - part embarrassed, part amused, part shocked.

And somewhere between the clinking plates, worried parents, and a house that cared too much...

Ahaan Khurana realized something unsettling.

This wasn't an act.

This wasn't an obligation.

This was what a family looked like.

And he had no idea what to do with it.

Dinner continued, plates slowly emptying.

Ahaan picked up his spoon, calmly scooping rice, eating like nothing in the world could disturb him.

Kashish relaxed-

for exactly two seconds.

His left hand, resting casually on his thigh, slid sideways... and disappeared from sight beneath the table.

Her breath hitched.

She felt it - that deliberate, unhurried touch - possessive, teasing, unashamed.

His hand landed on her core.

"Ahaan-" her voice came out as a gasp and she immediately swallowed.

She pinched his arm hard.

He didn't even flinch.

Instead, his hand moved, slow and intentional, as if punishing her for trying to stop him.

Kashish froze.

Goosebumps erupted across her skin at that single touch.

Her fingers tightened around the spoon so hard her knuckles turned pale.

Not here. Not now.

She pressed her thighs together instinctively, trying to shut him out.



Ahaan kept eating.

Unbothered.

Unrushed.

Cruel.

From the corner of his eye, he watched her struggle - her stiff posture, the way she avoided looking at anyone, the way her breathing betrayed her.

"Why are you behaving like this Kashish, eat properly, have table manners" her mother said gently, serving more food.

Kashish nodded quickly, forcing the spoon to her mouth, praying no one noticed how badly her hand was trembling.

Ahaan leaned slightly closer, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

"Relax" he murmured, lips barely moving.

"Or else your parents will come to know"

Her eyes widened.

She shot him a warning look - half plea, half threat.

He smirked.

Under the table, his hand finally stilled - not because she won...

...but because he wanted her to survive dinner first.

Kashish exhaled shakily, heart racing, cheeks burning.

Across the table, Ahaan Khurana ate calmly, enjoying his meal.

And her.

Dinner plates were being refilled when Kashish's mother suddenly turned to Ahaan, her face lighting up with genuine curiosity.

"Ahaan beta" she asked warmly, "what's your favourite sweet dish. But bhog and kheer I'll also make it"

Ahaan didn't even pause.

He leaned back slightly, eyes flicking to

Kashish - slow, deliberate.

"Your daughter."

For a second...

the world stopped.

Kashish choked on her food.

Her brother spilled water all over the table.

Her father coughed loudly.

"What-" Tarun spluttered.

Kashish's eyes widened in horror as she looked at Ahaan.

Her mother blinked. "Ji?"

Ahaan tilted his head innocently, then continued smoothly,

"Aree- I meant, I want your daughter to make the sweet for me!"

A faint smirk curved his lips.

"I love rasmalai"

Silence.

Then awkward laughter followed.

Kashish lowered her head, cheeks burning, while her father shook his head with a helpless smile.

"Aj kal k bache bhi n," he muttered.

[Today's generation kids]

Her mother smiled again, relieved. "Ok.. I will teach her how to make rasmalai"

But the mood had shifted.

Tarun pushed his plate away slightly, irritation written all over his face.

"Papa," he said suddenly, tone sharply, "Even they rejected me today"

He looked directly at Ahaan.

"Nothing is working"

Ahaan continued eating and listening.

"Ahaan beta if you have any contacts, please find some internship job for him," her father added hesitantly, trying to sound casual.

Before Ahaan could even respond, Tarun snapped-

"I don't need anyone's help," he said stiffly.

"My capabilities are enough."

And he stared at his sister

The table went quiet.

Kashish's mother immediately intervened, placing her hand on Tarun's arm.

"Bas" she said gently. "Eat your food"

Tarun looked away, jaw clenched.

Ahaan finally wiped his fingers calmly and spoke - voice neutral, unreadable.

"Hm."

Just one sound.

Not agreement.

Not refusal.

Kashish glanced at him, nervous.

She couldn't tell whether he was offended...

or already planning something far worse.

Dinner resumed, but the air had changed.

And Ahaan Khurana sat there silently, absorbing everything -

egos, insecurities, defiance -

storing them carefully.

For later.

*******************************************

They entered her bedroom.

Nothing had changed - the same curtains, the same bed, the same faint smell of agarbatti mixed with her perfume.

But the air felt different.

Ahaan stepped inside last.

The door closed.

Click..

Kashish turned instantly.

"What are you doing?" she asked, startled.

"No need to-"

Ahaan locked it.

The sound echoed louder than it should have.

Her breath hitched..

"Ahaan we're at my parents house."

He leaned back against the door, arms folding across his chest, eyes dark, assessing.

"So?" he asked calmly.

She swallowed. "So, nothing will happen what you're planning and I'm sleeping tonight with my mom!"

He straightened.

"What ?" His tone sharpened. "Why?"

She lifted her chin, trying to sound firm.

"Because tomorrow Pooja is there in the morning, and we both are going for it, so no physical activities after 12! "

She glanced at the clock nervously.

11:25 PM.

She walked toward the door. "Good night."

He smirked.

Before she could open it, his hand shot out - gripping her wrist, pulling her back against him.

Her gasp filled the room.

His eyes are dangerous now.

Not teasing.

Not playful.

He looked at his watch slowly.

Deliberately.

Then he unbuttoned his shirt - one button... then another - movements unhurried, controlled.

He sat on the bed.

Kashish stood frozen.

Confused.

Flustered.

Heart racing.

He looked at her.

" Come, sit on my face Belleza"

She blinked.

"What?" Her voice cracked.

"I said, come and sit on my face Kashish"

The command came again - low, firm, leaving no space for misunderstanding.

Her face flushed instantly.

Shock.

Heat.

Disbelief.

"Ahaan no, now-" she whispered, shaking her head. "This is not possible-"

His eyes never left her.

Silence stretched.

His eyes very sharp and dangerous, as he moved his fingers, snapping and calling her towards him.

There was this dangerous seriousness in his eyes. As if, she didn't obey him, something bad will happen or he'll do.

His gaze, his presence, his demand and tone, gave her butterfly 🦋.

She hesitated, but something in her wanted to follow him, his orders.

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides.

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.

Every instinct screamed run - yet her feet refused to move.

Slowly... hesitantly... she stepped forward.

" Mh hm.. not like this Kashish, remove your pants and underwear"

Her breath stuttered.

Her hands trembled as she shook her head again. "You're Impossible ," she whispered - more breath than sound.

She obeyed.

Hands shaking yet fast in a moment, she rolled down her pant with her innerwear.

Cold air touch her down part.

As she clumped her thighs togather walking towards him.

Who waited for her, with a smirk on his face

Her knees felt weak.

Her cheeks burned.

Her mind screamed prayers she wasn't sure she believed in anymore.

She put on leg on the bed, while he gave his hand to support her climb the bed.

She stood exactly above him, giving him a clear view of her soft shaved part!

She gulp down, still hesitated looking at him

When he pulled her down', and immediately she landed up on his face.

The moment his nose touched her there, she hissed with that touch.

Her parents and brother were out there, and inside the room, they are heading to do this Oral act!

Kashish adjusted herself exactly above his mouth 👄.

And the pleasure time began.

Kashish didn't knew what is going to happen. She sat there, taking support with her hands on the dashboard of bed

Ahaan put his hand around her waist.

Tight.

Too tight.

And his nose touched her core.

And her breathes hitched.

And Ahaan slowly planted a kiss on her down lips. Kashish hissed. Feeling to much at a moment.

And Ahaan feeling her reactions, started placing wife mouth wet kisses.

She started getting wet.

" Wet for me right?"

" Yes" she said, just then he bit there softly

"Ouch Ahaan" and he started sucking her area.

"Ah Ahaan"

" Oh i loved that transformation from ouch till Ahh"

And Kashish was enjoying.

But within a moment Ahaan started moving his tongue on her entrance

Kashish moaned. Loudly

And when she did it, he didn't wasted anymore time and entered his tongue in her core.

" Ahh Ahaaan" she soft moan

He started moving his tongue, twisting it inside.

" Ahaan no .. oh something is happening"

" Let it happen Belleza"

And then he removed his tongue out to thrust it more deeply into her

"Ahaaannnnn"

" Yes Kashish. Say it yes"

And he kept on moving her tongue pleasuring her. Thrusting deep into her core.

Room felt with echo of her moans

His names

" I think I'm gonna, oh Ahaan aaaa"

" Yes cum on my tongue"

And he moved his fingers on her clit twisted his tongue more deep inside

Just when it was peak for Kashish and he cum

" Aaahh omg Ahaaan"

" Yes, just like that for your husband"

She arched back, no energy left in her body, as the last drop of her come drop down!

Her part was arching in pain.

Ahaan was still holding her tightly as he, licked the mess!

Sweat and 💦 smelled perfectly in the room.

Ahaan face red yet said how much he enjoyed.

He left her hip, as she slowly moved away and settled beside him.

She looked at his shirt and face, tints of the mess she created because of the pleasure his tongue gave!

The clock ticked loudly in the room.

11:59 PM.

She collapsed beside him - exhausted, flushed, heart still racing.

The clock struck at 12:00 AM.

Silence.

Ahaan turned his head toward her, eyes softer - just for a second.

He brushed his thumb against her knuckles.



"Happy Birthday," he murmured.

Then, slower... deeper... possession wrapped in two words-

"My wife"

Butterflies exploded in her chest..

She closed her eyes.

And for the first time, her birthday didn't feel forgotten.

She wanted to kiss him badly, but it was already twelve, so she gave him a pretty smile in return. Looking at him with those eyes.

His fingers moved her hairs away from her tierd face.

"Thank you Husband"

" For the wish or for the pleasure?"

He teased her

She blushes, her checks cherry red

" Both"

" What about my return gift?"

"Huh?"

" What will I get in return of the pleasure able Birthday gift 🎁 I gave you?"

And now there was this silence

Ahaan looked at her, keenly waiting for her reply.

She thought for a second, her eyes meet his.

She blushed, breaking the eye contact

Seeing it he raised in eyebrow

" What about a BJ ?"

Ahaan's reaction aaod it all.

Kashish saying this!

Was not in his list. But ofcourse he liked the idea.

Before he could reply, there were knocks on the door.

" Kashish did you'll sleep? If not open the door, it's your birthday beta!"

" Open the door bacha!"

Her eyes snapped open in shock.

She jumped from the bed in a second and headed towards the lower clothes that were on the ground.

And in a second she wore them and opened the door. Ahaan just laughed looking at her situation, the way she feared of getting caught, as if she was there with her boyfriend and not her Husband.

Oh , Contract Husband!

Kashish hated his this laugh and tease

7

" What happened, why did you both slept early?"

" Forget or what Sonu, it's your birthday"

" Oh mama, you were right, you know the food was too spicy and it affected Ahaan's stomach very badly"

The moment Ahaan heard it.

The teasing smile from his face droped down

" What! Did you gave Acidity medicine to him?"

" Yes dad, and also I was massaging him stomach, it's aching ."

" Oh no... I'm sorry jamaji... Wait I'll make that kadda for you!"

" Yes, mumma, that bitter kada will work for him definitely"

And with this Kashish winked at Ahaan and left the room, with him inside. To celebrate her birthday with her parents.

Ahaan sat there shock.

Kashish is definitely not that naive!

*******************************************

The room was silent.

Kashish slept beside him, her breathing slow and even, one hand curled near his chest like she trusted the world would stay still till morning.

[She lied to Ahaan, just for fun]

Ahaan didn't sleep.

His phone vibrated softly on the bedside table.

Unknown number.

He picked it up and walked to the balcony, shutting the glass door behind him.

He knew who the man was. And the man was doing exactly what he asked for.

Something very big was cooking up

"Speak," he said quietly.

On the other end, the voice of the fifty-year-old man trembled.

"Sir I followed him personally, as you had asked."

Ahaan's jaw tightened.

"And?"

There was a pause.

Then-

"He met them sir in private. I think whatev

er I could hear is something about our hospital project"

Silence.

The city lights reflected in Ahaan's eyes - dark, unreadable.

"Sure, that it was Mahir" he asked once. Calm. Deadly.

"Yes sir."

Ahaan closed his eyes slowly.

Not in pain.

In disbelief.

"Bloody man" he said, voice dangerously soft,

"Being my PA, how could he."

His grip on the phone tightened.

"Sir that's all I could find out today"

The call disconnected

And a smirk on Ahaan's face!

Ahaan stood there for a long moment, the night wind brushing against his face.

Behind him, his wife slept peacefully.

Inside him, something broke.

And something far more dangerous was born!!

He knew a lot more is coming for him to handle.