Pravesh stepped out of Sridevi’s house, the morning air crisp against his skin. His mind was a storm of guilt and confusion, the memory of the previous night still fresh. He hadn’t intended for things to escalate, but now he felt torn. Just as he was about to drown in his thoughts, his phone buzzed. It was Shaifali.“Come over,” her voice was sultry, dripping with an invitation he couldn’t refuse. He hesitated, his heart pounding. Should I tell her? The question gnawed at him as he made his way to her place. When he arrived, Shaifali greeted him with a smile that melted his worries—for a moment. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her eyes narrowing as she sensed his unease.Pravesh took a deep breath. “I need to be honest with you.” He spilled everything—the confusion, the guilt, the details of last night with Sridevi. Shaifali listened intently, her expression unreadable. When he finished, there was a pause that felt like forever.Her lips curved into a soft smile. “Your honesty… it’s one of the reasons I love you.” She took his hand in hers, her touch grounding him. “Marry me, Pravesh. Let’s start our life together.”His heart swelled with relief and joy. “Yes,” he whispered, pulling her into a tight embrace. *The intimate wedding ceremony was everything they dreamed of—simple yet deeply meaningful. The grand reception followed, filled with laughter and celebration. But it was the suhaag raat they both eagerly anticipated.As the door to their room clicked shut, Shaifali turned to Pravesh, her eyes dark with desire. “Maan jao na mere raja, ummm,” she purred, her voice low and seductive. She stepped closer, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Honey, I missed you so much, hmmm… nothing means as much as you.”Pravesh’s breath hitched as her lips brushed against his neck. He pulled her closer, his hands gripping her waist. “Tu Jo kahe jaaneman, bhand ke rakh du samaa,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. Shaifali’s hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing them one by one. Her fingers danced across his chest, teasing the skin beneath. “Kissa hai ek raat ka hone na dungi subha,” she whispered, her lips trailing down his collarbone. “Tod de ye badan.”Pravesh’s hands found the zipper of her dress, pulling it down with deliberate slowness. The fabric pooled at her feet, revealing her bare skin glowing in the soft light of the room. His fingers traced the curve of her hips, sending shivers down her spine.Shaifali reached for his belt, her fingers trembling slightly as she unbuckled it. “Take my heart, take my soul,” she breathed, her lips brushing against his ear. “In the night, no control.”Their clothes soon lay discarded on the floor, and Pravesh gently guided her to the bed. He hovered above her, his eyes drinking in every inch of her body. “Take me on, take me all,” she whispered, her voice a mix of pleading and command.Pravesh obliged, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and dip. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, down to the swell of her breasts. His tongue flicked over her nipples, drawing a moan from her lips.Shaifali’s hands tangled in his hair, urging him lower. His kisses trailed down her stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he paused, breathing in her scent. He looked up at her, her eyes hooded with desire.“Maan jao na mere raja,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.Pravesh didn’t need to be told twice. His tongue delved into her core, tasting her sweetness. Shaifali’s back arched off the bed as pleasure coursed through her. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as he worked her with his tongue and fingers.When she finally reached her peak, she cried out his name, her body shuddering with ecstasy. Pravesh didn’t let up, continuing to pleasure her until she was a quivering mess beneath him.He moved up her body, capturing her lips once more. Shaifali could taste herself on his tongue, the sensation driving her wild. She reached between them, wrapping her hand around his hardness. “Take me all,” she whispered, guiding him to her entrance.Pravesh pushed into her slowly, savoring the way she tightened around him. Shaifali gasped, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely. He began to move, each thrust deeper and more intense than the last.Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the room filled with the sound of their moans and the slap of skin against skin. Shaifali’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer. “Take my heart, take my soul,” she chanted, her voice breaking with each thrust.Pravesh’s pace quickened, driven by the need to bring them both to the edge. Shaifali’s nails scratched down his back, the pain mingling with the pleasure as they both hurtled toward their climax.With a final, powerful thrust, they came together, their cries of ecstasy mingling in the air. Pravesh collapsed onto Shaifali, their bodies still connected as they rode out the waves of their pleasure.They lay there in silence, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Shaifali traced patterns on his back, a contented smile on her lips. “In the morning,” she whispered, “we’ll face whatever comes our way… together.”Pravesh lifted his head to meet her gaze, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. He kissed her softly

Pravesh, torn by guilt and confusion after his night with Sridevi, confesses to Shaifali, who surprises him by proposing marriage. Their wedding and intimate night together follow, filled with passionate and sensual moments.

Pravesh stepped out of Sridevi’s house, the morning air crisp against his skin. His mind was a storm of guilt and confusion, the memory of the previous night still fresh. He hadn’t intended for things to escalate, but now he felt torn. Just as he was about to drown in his thoughts, his phone buzzed. It was Shaifali.

“Come over,” her voice was sultry, dripping with an invitation he couldn’t refuse. 

He hesitated, his heart pounding. *Should I tell her?* The question gnawed at him as he made his way to her place. When he arrived, Shaifali greeted him with a smile that melted his worries—for a moment. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her eyes narrowing as she sensed his unease.

Pravesh took a deep breath. “I need to be honest with you.” He spilled everything—the confusion, the guilt, the details of last night with Sridevi. Shaifali listened intently, her expression unreadable. When he finished, there was a pause that felt like forever.

Her lips curved into a soft smile. “Your honesty… it’s one of the reasons I love you.” She took his hand in hers, her touch grounding him. “Marry me, Pravesh. Let’s start our life together.”

His heart swelled with relief and joy. “Yes,” he whispered, pulling her into a tight embrace. 

***

The intimate wedding ceremony was everything they dreamed of—simple yet deeply meaningful. The grand reception followed, filled with laughter and celebration. But it was the *suhaag raat* they both eagerly anticipated.

As the door to their room clicked shut, Shaifali turned to Pravesh, her eyes dark with desire. *“Maan jao na mere raja, ummm,”* she purred, her voice low and seductive. She stepped closer, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Honey, I missed you so much, hmmm… nothing means as much as you.”

Pravesh’s breath hitched as her lips brushed against his neck. He pulled her closer, his hands gripping her waist. *“Tu Jo kahe jaaneman, bhand ke rakh du samaa,”* he murmured, his voice thick with need. 

Shaifali’s hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing them one by one. Her fingers danced across his chest, teasing the skin beneath. *“Kissa hai ek raat ka hone na dungi subha,”* she whispered, her lips trailing down his collarbone. “Tod de ye badan.”

Pravesh’s hands found the zipper of her dress, pulling it down with deliberate slowness. The fabric pooled at her feet, revealing her bare skin glowing in the soft light of the room. His fingers traced the curve of her hips, sending shivers down her spine.

Shaifali reached for his belt, her fingers trembling slightly as she unbuckled it. *“Take my heart, take my soul,”* she breathed, her lips brushing against his ear. “In the night, no control.”

Their clothes soon lay discarded on the floor, and Pravesh gently guided her to the bed. He hovered above her, his eyes drinking in every inch of her body. *“Take me on, take me all,”* she whispered, her voice a mix of pleading and command.

Pravesh obliged, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and dip. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, down to the swell of her breasts. His tongue flicked over her nipples, drawing a moan from her lips.

Shaifali’s hands tangled in his hair, urging him lower. His kisses trailed down her stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he paused, breathing in her scent. He looked up at her, her eyes hooded with desire.

*“Maan jao na mere raja,”* she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

Pravesh didn’t need to be told twice. His tongue delved into her core, tasting her sweetness. Shaifali’s back arched off the bed as pleasure coursed through her. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as he worked her with his tongue and fingers.

When she finally reached her peak, she cried out his name, her body shuddering with ecstasy. Pravesh didn’t let up, continuing to pleasure her until she was a quivering mess beneath him.

He moved up her body, capturing her lips once more. Shaifali could taste herself on his tongue, the sensation driving her wild. She reached between them, wrapping her hand around his hardness. *“Take me all,”* she whispered, guiding him to her entrance.

Pravesh pushed into her slowly, savoring the way she tightened around him. Shaifali gasped, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely. He began to move, each thrust deeper and more intense than the last.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the room filled with the sound of their moans and the slap of skin against skin. Shaifali’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer. *“Take my heart, take my soul,”* she chanted, her voice breaking with each thrust.

Pravesh’s pace quickened, driven by the need to bring them both to the edge. Shaifali’s nails scratched down his back, the pain mingling with the pleasure as they both hurtled toward their climax.

With a final, powerful thrust, they came together, their cries of ecstasy mingling in the air. Pravesh collapsed onto Shaifali, their bodies still connected as they rode out the waves of their pleasure.

They lay there in silence, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Shaifali traced patterns on his back, a contented smile on her lips. *“In the morning,”* she whispered, “we’ll face whatever comes our way… together.”

Pravesh lifted his head to meet her gaze, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. He kissed her softly

A man, torn between guilt and honesty, confesses his infidelity to his lover, who, surprisingly, proposes marriage. Their wedding night is a passionate and intimate affair, filled with wild, unrestrained sex, exploring themes of forgiveness, loyalty, and intense pleasure.

Raja's Sultry Wedding Night Surrender

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