Mohabbat
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In a bathtub sprinkled with red rose petals, Daisha was soaking to relieve the fatigue of their wedding. He closed his eyes to enjoy the time Dareen gave him.

It is a time of old, where his parents were still alive. He's so spoiled, dear, even ants can't touch him. Everything he wanted he would have gotten. The facilities provided are very complete. Daisha does not need to go out to enjoy life.

"I miss you, thank you for the abundant love and affection you gave me."

Daisha muttered, then went into the water for a while. He misses all the activities he does when he can see first. Swim, play on the beach, paint, dance and sing.

Wh-tok-tok!

"Darling! Can I come in?"

Dareen's voice was loud enough to make Daisha flinch, rush out of the water and take a voracious breath.

"For what? Wait for me to finish first, you can come in," cried Daisha annoyed at her husband's request.

"Come, Daisha. I also want to take a shower. We shower together, yeah. I promise I won't do anything to you in there" Dareen's pinta again made Daisha grunt.

He moved while grabbing a towel that was placed not far from him. However, after a while of groping, Daisha never found the object. Oh, shite! Where is that damned thing? He swore.

Daisha groped the floor, thinking it was falling by itself. Unfortunately, there were no towels in the bathroom.

I hope to see soon. This must be Dareen's. Watch out for you, brother!

Daisha did not find him. He hid himself in the water, and only showed his head.

"Sister, did you take my towel?" his screams are quite strong.

Outside, Dareen laughed silently, staring at the towel Daisha had taken secretly. Her cheeks naturally faded, imagining the girl without a single thread. Holy hooch!

"What's wrong? Did you lose your towel? I can bring it," said Dareen, pretending. He laughed again and put an ear on the door.

Daisha sighed, inwardly growling annoyed. He was silent not. Resisting the vexation to the point that his face blackened and turned ugly.

"Darling! Do you want me to get your towel in there?" ask Dareen for not getting an answer.

How did that man get in? As she remembered, Daisha had locked the bathroom door. Is ... oh, no!

The door creaked, Daisha further submerged herself into the water. If he could see, he would definitely cover his face because Dareen just wrapped a towel that covered his intimate part.

"Why did you come in, brother?" ask Daisha not happy.

Both of her cheeks blushed in embarrassment even though they were married. He was not used to the men in one room.

"I brought you your towel, where should I put this thing?" he said glancing at a pole next to the bathub. Then, glanced at Daisha whose entire body was almost submerged.

"Put it there, and come out first, brother. I'm going up" he said, turning his face away from Dareen.

"All right."

Dareen placed her towel Daisha also on the pole. He smiled strangely, before plunging himself into the bathtub.

"W-what are you doing?" pekik Daisha hurriedly crossed both hands on the chest.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Daisha. Aren't we married? Your body is lawful to me" whispered Dareen in a raucous voice.

Repeatedly gulp the saliva as the saliva continues to gather under the tongue. Soon want to take pleasure that the worldly presented for him.

"But I'm ashamed, sister," Daisha said, looking down.

"Haha .. sorry, he's impatient," he said with a chuckle.

The water that felt warm and soothing now turned into heat instantly and burned the turmoil in the soul. The man's eyes stared at meu on her untouched rancid lips. It still looks chewy and challenging.

"W-what are you going to do, brother?" daisha asked shaking.

Dareen's breath was so close to her skin. Before long a soft and warm touch he received on both his lips. Daisha turned her back, but did not refuse. He knows how to play it. In the past, it often stole time to watch romantic dramas in the room.

Daisha closed her eyes, offsetting Dareen's play. Slowly, his chest-clenched hand touched the man's back. Dareen silently smiled, and continued the game. He even dared to touch the others, toying with everything he wanted.

The hissing and writhing of Daisha's body in the water made Dareen even more passionate. The bathroom turns hot instantly. Dareen took off the pagutan, giving them time to take air. He dropped his forehead on Daisha's forehead, pecked at his wife's nose.

"I don't want to do it here" he said as he climbed without a thread covering his body.

Dareen put his hands behind his wife's body. The woman screamed.

"Do you want what?"

"I'll lift you up. We're not gonna do it here."

Dareen raised Daisha's body, some rose petals also lifted and stuck to the surface of the wife's skin. Daisha grabbed a towel and covered her body.

With great care, Dareen placed Daisha's body on the bed. Groped the towel his wife was holding to cover her innocent body. Throwing the cursed object in any direction made Daisha cover her sensitive part with both hands.

Dareen raised the hand and linked with her fingers. Tracing every beautiful curve presented in front of the eyes. Daisha resigned, if the crown must be handed over that night to the husband. It's okay that's his right.

"Sister, don't you feel tired after all day serving the guests?" asked Daisha on the sidelines Dareen remove the pagutan.

He fizzed as a bite softly felt on the front of his body. Dareen raised her face, looking at Daisha impatiently.

"I'm tired, but I want to. Please, don't refuse. He's been impatient" he said, continuing the pending work.

A night of loving unity. Dareen was lucky to break through Daisha's sealed possession. It feels cramped biting a little muddy because red liquid accompanies.

Daisha whimpers, holding back the pain as well as feeling the pleasure in the intimate part. Long night for a couple of newlyweds. The hotel room bears witness to the unification of their love.

****

Elsewhere, Aleena was both with Cakra. They stayed in the same hotel, although they had different rooms. Make a plan for what they will do in the future.

"What are you gonna do next?" aleena asked with a blank look at the dark sky.

Cakra sighed, there were many plans within his scheming brain to destroy Dareen, but he became hesitant when he remembered Daisha.

"I don't know," he said.

"Wouldn't it be so easy to destroy them? Because it does not get support from any party," Aleena said remembering the Goddess who hated it so much.

Cakra laughed, staring at the foolish woman in front of him.

"You don't forget, he has the support of my father" Cakra said. He dipped the wine in the glass in annoyance.

"Only one person, it is not difficult for you to do it" Aleena said again, greeted by the tongue of Cakra.

"One man is enough to make his position firm. You forget, father is the ultimate power holder. No one would dare to threaten him" Cakra recalled.

Aleena sighed, her mind was wandering to Dareen's room imagining the two people inside there performing a sacred ritual. Both were pensive, drifting in each other's minds.