The award ceremony glittered under chandeliers, but Chandana's focus stayed on her husband. Shubman Gill, the prince of Indian cricket, stood tall in his tailored suit, his possessive gaze never straying far from her. Their arranged marriage had been swift, yet she maintained careful distance, wary of his obsession. Tonight, her sexy saree draped low, exposing the bare curve of her waist that drew his eyes like a magnet.
Sara approached with a flirtatious smile, her hand brushing Shubman's arm. "Shubman, darling, remember our old times? You always had eyes for me at these events." Chandana's jaw tightened, jealousy flaring hot. Shubman chuckled, his voice smooth and dismissive. "Sara, those rumors were never true. My eyes are only for my wife now—her wit and that stunning waist in this saree keep me hooked."
Chandana stepped closer, her tone sharp and witty. "Sara, dear, flirting with a married man? How original. Shubman, your possessiveness is showing again—ignoring her like that. But admit it, you love the chase." He grinned, pulling her aside. "Chase? With you, it's obsession, Chandana. That saree is driving me wild. Why the distance still?"
As they left the venue, rain poured heavily. Chandana directed the driver to a secluded forest road, her pulse racing. She pulled Shubman into the backseat, crashing her lips to his in a heated kiss. "No more distance tonight," she whispered fiercely, strong and unyielding. "You're mine, and I'm claiming you."
Their clothes tangled in the storm's rhythm. Shubman groaned as Chandana's hands roamed, freeing his hard cock. "You're so horny for me," she teased, her voice dripping with wit. "Sara couldn't make you this hard." He panted, "Only you, wife. Your pussy is what I crave." She straddled him, guiding his cock into her wet, dripping heat, riding with powerful thrusts.
Sweating and panting, they moved in sync under the rain's roar. Chandana took control, her ass grinding against him as she demanded, "Give me that blowjob later, but first, fuck me like the obsessed man you are." Shubman thrust deep, his hands on her bare waist. "Your pussy feels perfect—tight and mine." She came first, crying out, then milked him until he came hard, cum spilling inside her.
Aftermath left them breathless, bodies slick with sweat and rain. Chandana rested against him, still strong. "This changes nothing about my independence, but tonight was ours." Shubman kissed her neck possessively. "Obsessed doesn't begin to cover it."
The car idled as thunder rolled, their shared heat promising more storms ahead.
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