Double Happiness

"He showed me how to get lost, and then I showed myself how to get found"

-Gayle Forman

The faint light coming from the floor lamp in the far corner was the only thing that illuminated the room while he buried himself inside of her. She gasped into his mouth as she felt him speeding up the rhythm, his hips slammed against her with brutal force as his fingers dug into her legs so hard she knew bruises would appear in a matter of minutes.

"Fuck Mishti, I want to hear you fucking say it!" he rasped against her mouth as he drove himself inside her, so deep it hurt in the best way possible. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as her head fell back and her legs tightened around his hips even more, "Tell me my darling!"

"I am yours, Ronobir!" she managed to say between moans as he pounded into her, their wet skin slapping against each other and the headboard thumping against the wall as the echoes of their intense lovemaking reverberated through the whole room, as he fucked her wildly.

Three years into their marriage and Mishti swore Ronobir grew more possessive of her with each passing day, and to be honest she delighted in the fact. Maybe it meant she was as twisted and fucked up as he was but she did not care, she loved to tease and provoke him, knowing that if she pushed hard enough the monster inside him would come out and play with her. And she loved to tease the beast and entice it to ravish her till she couldn't remember her name.

Theirs wasn't a completely normal relationship by any means, they weren't your average next-door couple with a white picket fence around their house, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

"Yes, you are. All mine! sweet girl," he moved his mouth towards her neck and bit the place where it met her shoulder, Mishti groaned and dug her nails into his ass as she forced him even deeper inside her. He squeezed her breasts and with his other hand he pulled her by the hair to bring her up to a sitting position so they sat flush to each other making him go even deeper inside her.

Sometimes she felt like her need for Ronobir drove her mad, like he was never close enough or she never spent enough time with him. Her need for him consumed her and if his possessiveness grew with each passing day so did her obsession with him.

"Nobody gets to fucking touch you!" he whispered against her ear before licking the inside of it, inhaling her deeply and continuing to lick a wet path down her neck making her shudder and squirm under his body, "Nobody gets to fucking look at you!"

"No one but you!" she gasped in throes of sensations overwhelming her.

"Are you mine?" he asked her hoarsely.

"Only yours..." she replied as another wave of pleasure made her come undone.

Ronobir's latest outburst of jealous rage, which Mishti in her heart of heart enjoyed, had been unleashed after walking inside Mishti's new boutique where he found her taking measurements of one of the stunning male models she worked with. His jaw clenched and his knuckles were white as he fisted them against his side. He dismissed the model without another word and dragged her into the back room to fuck her senseless against mannequins and racks of clothes not caring if there were people outside. He gripped her shirt over her head with one hand and unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his belt with the other. He stood bare in front of her and she felt her breath hitch at his perfection her eyes traveling down the trail of hair leading down to his engorged cock. He pulled her back flush against him, pulling off her skirt so that she could feel his erection against her ass. His hands cupped her breasts as he pointed them toward the floor-length mirror. The sight of one of his hands on her breasts and the other moving inside her red lace panties was so erotic she moaned and closed her eyes as she tried to grind against his erection to bring some relief to the throbbing ache between her legs, eliciting groans from them both.

"Keep your eyes fucking open, Mishti and see us and see who brings you pleasure, see how perfect we look together." His thumb circled her clit as he inserted his fingers inside her.

"So wet..." he groaned, "so wet for me..."

"Only for you..." she said breathlessly, panting in her need, as she tried to fuck his hands trying to move up and down trying to chase her orgasm. She looked in the mirror and the sight of his fingers pinching her nipples and his other hand inside her panties, the feeling of his raging hard-on against her back, the expression on his face, the lust in his eyes all became too much, as she shouted out

"I can't...it's too much...it feels too good..." she rasped out in agonizing pleasure.

He turned her to face him and grasped her hand, bringing it down to touch him, he felt so hard and smooth in her hands.

He shuddered under her touch as he grated out, "these hands touch no one else's body but mine, no one gets to feel your touch but me."

By now they were both breathless with pent-up need and desire, Ronobir lifted her and lowered her down wrapping her legs around his waist as he dug his fingers into her hips moving her up and down his hard length. He kissed her as she screamed out her pleasure, they could hear people outside, and that only made them more turned on than they already were. She clenched around him and he pumped into her in a frenzy till they both came in a haze of mind-numbing heat and pleasure.

And once they reached home he locked her in the bedroom and proceeded to ravish her the whole night, hence why he was asking her to acknowledge his ownership of her body and soul.

Mishti hated his patronizing ways most of the time and wasn't shy to let him know when he was being an ass, most of those arguments began with blood-curling screams and ended up with one of them pressed against a wall while the other one attacked and ravished with their mouth and hands.

She wasn't a submissive woman at all in important affairs, but when it came to matters of passion, it was a different story. When the door of their bedroom closed behind them she loved nothing more than surrender to him completely. Although Ronobir had broken her heart he had also gone on to prove how much he loved her, even to the point of giving her up just to keep her safe, he had ended up putting her back together to create a new and stronger Mishti. There was no denying that he was the one that owned her heart and soul, it was not because he stole it from her or demanded it but it was because she chose to give it to him and that she trusted him with both.

But in a way she owed him too. His heart, soul, and body belonged to her just as much as hers did to him, together they had found a world of pleasure, lust, love, and tenderness.

"I love you, Mishti, damn it I love you" Ronobir shouted before releasing himself inside her and pushing her to her limit, Mishti came with a shout as she pressed herself into his body. She could feel every ridge of his damp body against hers and relished in the feel of it.

"I love you too baby!" she answered before kissing him.

Ronobir didn't say those words as often as she imagined other men did but she did not hold it against him because she knew it was how he was. Ronobir wasn't a man of many words, he was a man of actions and every day he showed her how much he loved her.

Yet, sometimes when the passion between them was too overwhelming he couldn't keep himself from uttering those three words, although he knew that mere words could never encompass what he felt for her.

Ronobir rolled off her and brought her body to lie on top of his, Mishti snuggled into him and breathed into the scent of sweat and sex that drenched the air, "You fucking did that on propose didn't you?" he asked and snorted when Mishti laughed, truth be told she did know that working with Luke was going to cause Ronobir to snap.

"I might have," she answered before pressing a kiss onto one of his pecs. His body never failed to awe her, and she felt a shiver go up her spine as she saw his perfection.

"You like to push my buttons, Mrs. Chatterjee."

"I can't say I don't," she giggled before snuggling even more closely to his body, sometimes she felt like she wanted to bury herself under his skin and never come out.

"One of these days these little games of yours are going to backfire."

"Maybe!"

"Cheeky!" he pinched her nose before placing a kiss on her forehead and draping the comforter on top of them.

"No shower?" she asked even as she felt her eyes growing weary.

"Not tonight, I want you to go to sleep smelling of me."

She smiled against his skin, "You're such a caveman."

"I can't say I'm not and you can't say that you don't love it!"

Mishti closed her eyes and let herself be whisked away into dreamland while she lay in the arms of her love.

Mishti smiled as she held the squealing baby boy in her arms; Ronobir was sitting next to her as they heard the words of the pandit, the proud parents were standing in front of them wearing the happiest of smiles on their faces. Arjun moved into her arms and Mishti dropped her lips onto the sweet-smelling forehead of her nephew and now godson, to give him a gentle kiss.

Shruti and Rishabh welcomed Arjun into the world almost a year after Mishti gave birth to little Ruhi. Both girls had been beyond excited that their children were going to be so close in age, as they wanted them to be as close as Ronobir and Rishabh were to each other.

The young couple had chosen Makar Sankranti for the Naamkaran of their little one and how the temple didn't crumble down with Ronobir, Rishabh and all of their men in there was a surprise to Mishti.

The pandit asked for the child to be handed over and Mishti did it gladly, her lips stretched into a smile as she observed the little boy in the pandit's arms and felt Ronobir squeezing her hand.

Sometimes it amazed her to think of how far they had come.

After their reconciliation in the airport so many months ago, Ronobir and Mishti had decided to have a second wedding. With nothing of the glamour and the pomp of the first one, instead, they traveled to a little vineyard in Italy, and in front of only the closest people to them they married for a second time, meaning every vow that they took.

His heart beat wildly as he saw his beautiful wife walking towards him and this time she was smiling and happy to be walking towards him, unlike the last time when she was devastated. Her simple but beautiful dress billowed around her as her eyes shimmered with unshed tears of love and adoration. His eyes moved to her stomach where she carried their young one and his heart surged with happiness and joy so sharp it almost pierced his heart and he too felt tears prick his eyes, tears which he, of course, would never allow to fall. He felt so full of emotions he didn't know what to do, what had he done to deserve this he didn't know but whatever it was he was very grateful to Bappa for giving him this second chance.

A couple of months after that they had welcomed their girl into the world, and any reservations Mishti had about Ronobir's parental skills flew out of the window the minute she saw him holding their child in his arms. Mamta Chatterjee had been so wrong when he told her Ronobir was like his father, he wasn't and she knew without a doubt that their children would never have to grow up wondering if their father loved them. The moment Ronobir had looked into her small crying face he knew that these two girls held his heart in their hands. Looking into his daughter's eyes so much like his own, he felt the years of bitterness at his youth fall away. He knew he would never let either his wife or his daughter down, they would come before everyone and he would give up his life for them in a second.

Things weren't always like a fairytale of course; Ronobir remained the most feared boss of the Italian mafia and had to do things Mishti didn't even want to think about, but that was their life and she had embraced it a long time ago. Now she liked to hear about his plans and gave him advice about things she thought important, she was always grateful that Ronobir trusted and listened to her, giving her counsel the importance it deserved, she would have hated for him to shut her off from such an important part of his life.

Her father remained the Don of Mumbai and Mishti had no idea what would happen if he ever passed away since there was no longer any heir to take his spot, she tried not to think about it too much since the horror of her sibling's deaths tormented her to this day.

Mishti sighed and felt Ronobir's hand on her waist pulling her closer to him; she leaned into his body as her eyes landed on Ananya who was sitting next to Sikander in the first row. Those two continued to date each other even after two years, Mishti knew her friend was going to give in eventually and knew that Sikander was going to be good for her, there was no doubt of it once you saw the way he looked at her. Mishti wished nothing but happiness for her friend and knew that Ansh would have agreed with her.

Her attention was drawn back to the child when she heard his soft cries as the pandit poured the gangajal onto his head, her eyes shone with happiness whilst watching the scene and she felt Ronobir's arms surrounding her by the waist. There had been moments in her life when she had seriously doubted that happiness was something she could ever have, but now looking around her she was glad to have been proved wrong because she wouldn't change her life and these little moments for anything in the world.

"I want another one," she whispered.

"You do?" he asked into her ear.

A smile appeared on her face as she nodded, "Yes, a baby boy this time."

She heard Ronobir chuckling behind her, "Your wish is my command my lady, there is nothing that would give me more pleasure than to start working on your wish right now," he said wiggling his eyes naughtily.

"As always."

"Excuse me?" he tried to come off as offended but Mishti knew that he was amused more than anything.

"I have you wrapped around my finger and you know it, Chatterjee."

"That is not true," he refuted, still whispering into her ear to not draw the attention of the priest to them, "I am a free soul." His hold tightened around her as he whispered darkly into her ear, "Are you forgetting who I am babydoll?"

She tried to stifle a laugh, "You are the man who allowed his wife to name their daughter after the character of a tv show."

"Well... it is a really good tv show."

Mishti chuckled, "Don't try to deny it, Ronobir. I've tamed you."

His breath ghosted over the skin of her ear as he whispered to her, "You want me to prove to you that's not true?" Mishti felt her toes curling at the sound of his voice and the promise it held.

"Are you trying to scare me, Mr. Chatterjee?"

Ronobir placed a gentle kiss below her ear, "Warning you, you might need a little spanking when we get home wifey."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," she breathed out wicking wickedly and his eyes turned almost black with lust and he groaned, inhaling her deeply as he pictured her on top of him moving up and down sensuously with her head thrown back, her dusky nipples taut and pebbled, her ass slightly pink where he spanked her. They quickly straightened when they saw the angry looks the priest threw their way. They stifled a laugh as they watched both Shruti and Rishabh rolling their eyes at them.

"We are going to burn in hell," Mishti whispered.

Ronobir pressed another kiss below her ear before releasing her, "Perhaps, but we might as well do it together."

She smiled at his words.

Her hand found Ronobir's and she laced their fingers together as she thought about the long road they had traveled together and how much he had changed her and also how she had changed him. She thought of the lives lost, the tears that were shed, and the obstacles crossed to bring her to this point.

They say Ganpatti Bappa works in mysterious ways and Mishti liked to believe that despite them being people least deserving of his blessings, Bappa had nevertheless given them everything they could ever desire. He had found a way to bring them together and it was because of that gift from Bappa, that her life was filled with such an abundance of love and joy.

Ronobir was her destiny and she was glad both of them had been strong enough to fight for it against all odds.