Igniting the calmed fire

Ch-67

Seeing her sleep peacefully, Rahul woke up from the bed. He walked naked to the closet and picked his pants and wore them. Entering the bathroom, he filled the tub with hot water and brought it out. He took a towel and wiped her body. His heart hurt when he saw her vagina turn red and swollen. He put the hot towel on her vagina. Laya who was sleeping opened her eyes tiredly.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Putting a hot towel," he responded.

"Why?" she asked, her eye lids were fighting to shut down.

"It will help you in taking the pain," he said, she nodded. She tried to stay awake but she slept. Rahul just smiled at her. He removed the towel after sometime.

The redness was gone slightly, and the swell reduced by a bit. When he was done, he put the tub inside the bathroom. He turned on the shower and took a quick shower before exiting the bathroom.

He went back to the closet and picked a T-shirt for Laya to where but on a second thought he decided not to. After all, she was his to look all the way.

[Then, why are you wearing shorts?] his mini-self asked him.

[That's different. Now shut up and go back! I need to cuddle with my hot, sexy wife.] he said as he tried to shoo his mini self away.

[oh, shut uup! She is my wife too. Remember.] his mini-self defended.

[She is mine!] he yelled at his mini-self. They both forgot that his mini-self was a part of him. But again even if it's his mini-self he doesn't want to share his wife. Never ever.

He joined the bed with Laya. The moment he hugged her, Laya instinctively hugged him tighter and slept on his chest.

In the past seven months, they slept like this. He never felt this much discomfort. Maybe he should have just helped her with the T-shirt. But his perverted self didn't allow him. He would take a cold shower in the morning.

He couldn't sleep properly the whole night because he was conscious of her body that was stuck to him.

The next morning…

Rahul woke up to the peeking rays of sun through the small slits of the curtains that were covering the windows. Turning his head, he looked at Laya, who was sleeping. The blanket didn't cover her completely. It was just above her waist.

Her breasts could be seen in his eyes. He could see the love bites on her body that were given by him. He smiled at his markings but again he frowned when he realized she might be hurting.

Maybe he should buy some medicine for her to recover. Or do something more to ease the pain. Or maybe call a doctor. He was immersed in his self-thoughts didn't notice that Laya was awake.

Laya woke up feeling pain slightly. She thought she would wake up with intense pain but it didn't that much.

Turning her head, she saw Rahul sitting on the bed leaning on the head rest. He looked like something was going in his head. She shifted herself into half lying and half sitting position.

"Rahul," she called out. Oh, My God what's wrong with her throat?

"hmm, you are awake? Are you okay? Do you feel any pain?" he asked looking at her.

"No, no, It doesn't hurt much," she said as she shiook her head, her action made her boobs jiggle a bit distracting him towards her.

"What do you mean? This is your first time. I thought you would take two to three days a bit to recover. I heard some women even go down with fever during their first time," he said as his eyes darted from her face to breasts. Poor Laya didn't even notice what he was looking at.

"I don't know. But I feel, I am better. I have body pains but not much. Apart from bit pain I feel nothing. Maybe the hot towel helped me," she said.

"Oh," he responded. His eyes were still fixated on her breasts. Oh god, how he was itching to put them in his mouth. Dammit!

He closed his eyes before throwing his head back as he groaned in frustration.

[Calm down. She is still in pain.] his mini-self reminded. He sighed.

"what happened?" Laya asked as she half kneeled in front of him while cupping his face in between her soft palms.

Rahul's eyes were in level with her breasts due to their positions. God! This woman is torturing him. One day, he would die because of her.

"Laya," his voice was too hoarse as he took her name. When she realized what he was staring at she flushed.

"Pervert!" she said. She immediately sat down and tried to cover herself in between her clumsy actions she hit her head to the bed rest making her wince in pain.

"Ouch," she winced. She tried to rub her head but her hands hurt a bit making her actions slow. But before she could rub her head, Rahul was already n front of her. He was straddling her almost as he rubbed her head.

"Can't you be careful?" he asked.

"You are there with me. Why should I be careful?" she asked in return. Rahul just groaned at her. This woman doesn't know what to say at the right time.

As she looked at him, her eyes travelled to his shoulders, there she saw bite marks and nail marks. She was worried if she hurt him in the back. With pure worry, she came into half kneeling position, forgetting the fact about her nakedness and hugged him. She took her small frame as an advantage and peaked over his back. There were her nail marks. They were deep.

"They must hurt," she said as she ran her smooth slender fingers on the marks she gave him. Poor Laya was really worried that she forgot that her innocent actions could stir up the sleeping and controlling tiger to break the boundaries.

"Laya, you are stupidly brave," he said feeling troubled at her actions. At this rate, she would get herself killed with her overly brave actions. And in that process. he would be burned. But… again the fire she ignited turned into a fireball that started in his stomach was now creeping into every inch of his body.

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Author's notes:

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