first night

Ryan's hands tremble as he pulls Salma closer, their kiss deepening into something desperate and all-consuming. 'we dont care , now you are my wife.' its our first night suhagrat, he murmurs against her lips, his fingers fumbling with the traditional clasp of her sari. Salma's breath hitches, her own hands sliding under his shirt to feel the heat of his skin. 'We have each other,' she whispers back, her voice thick with emotion as fabric rustles to the floor. The moonlight through the window illuminates their entwined shadows against the wall—a silent witness to their rebellion. they started kissing, ryan dick become hard