A Wedding And A Choreographer

Weddings are tough, especially when it feels like all your friends decide to tie the knot in the same year.

How did we get here? Wasn't it just yesterday we were skipping classes and holding hands?

No, it's been five years.

The memories are still fresh, but thankfully, the pain has faded over time. It's not that I'm not happy my best friend is getting married; in fact, I'm ecstatic. But it doesn't help that I'm 27 and nowhere close to finding a soulmate. Ha. Do soulmates even exist? I guess late twenties are for skepticism.

The thing about Indian weddings is that you get to buy a million outfits. It's one of the things I've been looking forward to the most this wedding season. No, I haven't been watching too much Bridgerton. Maybe a little.

"Are you going to wear a saree or a lehenga to the wedding?" Ridhima asked me. She was standing in front of the mirror, deciding on the new lehenga she had just tried on. To be honest, she would look beautiful even if she wore her pajamas. Even so, I couldn't help staring at her.

The shimmering lavender-colored long skirt hugged her hips perfectly and flowed all the way down.

"What do you think? Do I look fat?" she asked.

"No, it looks beautiful, Ridz. I love it," I said, looking over at her and smiling when I saw that her blouse was working overtime to keep her boobs in place. I had always been jealous of that particular aspect of hers.

Although, Abhishek had never complained about mine. On the other hand, it was impossible for him to keep his eyes, hands, or lips off them whenever we were alone.

"I think I'm going to wear a saree," I told Ridhima.

She looked at me with a coy smile.

"What?" I asked.

"Is that for Abhishek? I know he couldn't keep it in his pants whenever you wore a saree."

"Oh god, Ridz. I have shared too many unnecessary details with you. Anyhow, we are broken up."

"Exactly. This is the perfect time for you to meet someone and get over him," Ridhima said, bending down to adjust the length of her skirt.

This was Ridhima's answer to everything. I wish I could be like her and not be hung up on my ex. Just have fun, friends with benefits, sleeping with someone no strings attached. Why have I never been able to do this?

"You know I can't sleep with someone unless I love them."

Ridhima rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'm still going to try my best and set you up with someone. At least for a night. You are too wound up. When was the last time you had sex anyway?"

I gulped. It had been almost seven months. I never knew that would be the last time between me and Abhi. I remembered the night well. His weight on me. His strong thighs pushing against mine with every thrust, deep inside me. His soft whispers in my ear.

I started to feel nervous just thinking about it. I shook my head and continued with the shopping. I ignored Ridhima's suggestions for the rest of the evening. I finally picked a pale lemon-yellow silk saree with a soft shine and studded diamonds for the wedding. I was happy with my choice. I felt beautiful when I tried it on. There was a little part of me that wanted Abhi to see me in this saree and do unspeakable things to me. But after what happened, I wouldn't allow him to come within five feet of me.

I was looking forward to the next day. We were supposed to practice our dance performance for the wedding. When I went to my best friend Riya's house, she told me to go up to the roof where everyone was practicing their dances with the choreographer.

I was surprised to know that she had actually arranged for a choreographer. Indian weddings are no joke. After climbing four flights of stairs, I could faintly hear the music. I opened the door to the terrace and saw a few of my friends dancing completely off-beat to the "Maahi Ve" song. I couldn't help but laugh watching Ridhima and her boyfriend bumping into each other every five seconds.

"I know it looks bad, but trust me, by tomorrow they will get the hang of it." I looked over my shoulder and saw a man smirking at me.

"Oh... Umm yes, I sure hope so." I paused and looked at him again. "You must be the choreographer?"

"Yes. I'm Aaditya. You must be Vamika."

"It's nice to meet you, Aaditya. How do you know my name?" I asked him.

"Oh. Your friends were expecting you. So I just assumed," Aaditya said.

He was stunning. Tall, dark, and gorgeous. God help me.

"Why don't you join them? Maybe give someone else a chance to laugh?" He smirked at me.

"Oh. Right. I don't know the steps yet. I'll ask Ridhima to show me a few steps," I said, looking around for Ridhima, feeling embarrassed.

"Oh, I doubt she will be able to help you; she is still learning not to bump into Arjun on every other step. Let me help you; it's my job anyway."

Aaditya walked straight to the side where there was some space and motioned for me to follow him. I went after him, trying to remember the last time I had actually rehearsed for a dance.

He showed me a few steps. It was clear he had a dancer's body. He was simply graceful. It's unbelievably sexy when a man knows how to dance.

After he was done, he stood to the side and asked me to repeat the steps he had just taught me.

I tied my dupatta to my waist and recalled the steps he did. They were fairly simple. After I was done, I looked at him. He was gazing at me intently, and it seemed like he was in serious thought. Surely I couldn't have been that bad.

"Was that okay?" I asked.

"That was... great. You are a wonderful dancer. Graceful... but we could improve the last step. Let me show you." He came closer to me and held my hand. He twirled me and stood exactly behind me. He put his other hand on my waist.

I was flustered. I felt my cheeks turning hot. This was too sensual. Was it just me? Did he feel it too? Nobody except Abhi had held my waist like this before.

He directed the moves standing behind me, taking my hand and moving me slowly in a flow. His hand had a good grip on mine.

Why does holding hands feel so intimate? How would his hand feel intertwined with mine in the throes of passion? Oh god. I need to stop.

He pulled away, and I glanced at him. He smiled at me. A charming and kind smile. I suddenly felt very much at ease.

"That was great. You'll be ready for the dance in no time with some practice. I'm sure," Aaditya said, still smiling with his kind eyes.

"I hope so, thanks," I said, hoping this wouldn't be the last time he taught me.

The next few days were busy: the wedding preparations, bridesmaids' duties, dance rehearsals. I still managed to think about Aaditya in not-so-modest ways. We saw each other almost every day.

He was assisting the bride and groom with their dance as well. I knew he caught me staring at him now and then because he would always look down and smile and then look straight into my eyes without any hesitation or a second thought that others would notice our flirtatious intentions.

The day of the wedding was here. I got dressed up in my gorgeous saree and went to the hotel where the ceremony was organized.

"Vamika! Oh, you look stunning! Ha. I sure hope this day turns out just as lucky for you as the bride," Ridhima winked at me after nodding in Aaditya's direction.

I had not noticed him. He was wearing a tux. It was hard not to stare at him. He spotted me from a distance. I could feel his eyes wandering all over my body brazenly. I felt my cheeks turning hot and joined my friends.

After the wedding ceremony, we had our dance performances. I saw Aaditya in the audience applauding us all. He smiled and nodded at me appreciatively. After the performance, I went to the hotel room to relax for some time and get ready for the reception in the evening. There was a knock on the door. I had anticipated that Aaditya would approach me as we had been flirting for almost a week.

To no surprise, he was here. I opened the door to let him in. He was holding his jacket in one hand.

"Aaditya, was I expecting you?" I asked coyly.

"I hope so," he said in a serious tone.

He closed the door and pulled me to him. I had not expected him to be so forward. He pushed my hair behind my ears and whispered, "I have not stopped thinking about you. Now we are here."

He breathed in and nuzzled my neck. I felt a shiver running down my spine. I held his hands and looked at him. I was not in love with Aaditya, but the attraction between us was intense. Maybe it was the fact that I hadn't gotten laid for seven months. Or maybe the dancing and Aaditya teaching me had just made me so turned on.

Wasting no time, I kissed Aaditya, feeling his lips on mine. I felt his tongue pushing against mine. The kiss became instantly urgent. I needed more.

Aaditya pushed me onto the bed. He crawled over me, placing one of his legs between mine.

"Aaditya, please just fuck me now. It's been too long," I blurted out.

He looked momentarily taken aback, a flicker of a smile playing on his lips. "I'm going to take my time with you, Vamika. There's no need to rush. I know you want this badly, and that anticipation... that's what makes me want you to wait... for me."

He slowly placed his hand on my waist, his touch sending a shiver through me.

"I've wanted to touch you right here for days. Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy you look in this saree, the way it accentuates your figure like this? Did you wear it on purpose?" His eyes held a knowing glint.

"No... I just..." I breathed, my voice catching in my throat.

"Don't lie to me, Vamika. You know exactly how alluring you look in this." His fingers gently traced the curve of my hip.

"Yes... I feel most desirable like this," I admitted, my gaze dropping.

"I knew it." Aaditya's touch became more deliberate as he traced lines on my waist, over and over, sending sparks dancing across my skin. "I couldn't keep my eyes off you today. The moment I saw you, I wanted to peel this saree right off you. And now I will."

With a slow, deliberate movement, he pulled aside the fabric of the saree from my shoulder, exposing my skin.

"Do you like it when I touch you here?" Aaditya murmured, his fingers now tracing soft circles around my navel.

"Yes... please, touch me," I begged, my voice barely a whisper.

"Oh, I'm just getting started, Vamika. I know you want me to touch you." His voice was a low rumble.

He roughly gripped my waist, his eyes locking with mine. "Where do you want me to touch you next?"

"Aaditya, please..." I pleaded.

"Tell me, Vamika." His grip tightened slightly.

"Anywhere... just please don't stop," I gasped.

"Tell me, show me where." His voice was husky with desire.

I reached for his hand, my fingers trembling as I guided it over the cleavage of my blouse. Aaditya's gaze dropped, his eyes darkening with hunger as he stared at my breasts. Slowly, deliberately, he began to unbutton my blouse.

He pushed the fabric aside, and instinctively, I covered my breasts with my hands.

A low chuckle escaped his lips. "You're not wearing a bra?"

"No..." I mumbled, looking away, a blush creeping up my neck.

"You really wanted this to happen," Aaditya stated, his voice thick with amusement and desire.

He gently pushed my hands away from my breasts, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I knew your tits would be this good. Thank god you aren't wearing a bra." His gaze lingered on my breasts, possessive and intense.

Aaditya cupped my left breast, his thumb brushing lightly over my nipple, while his lips trailed soft kisses all over the right one.

He then focused on my left nipple, flicking and rolling it between his fingers, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through me.

"Mmm, you are perfect, Vamika. Your tits are so soft." He moved back to my right nipple, his tongue flicking out to tease it. "Tell me what you want, babe."

"I want you to fuck me, Aaditya," I breathed, the words raw and urgent.

A low laugh rumbled in his chest. "You are so horny. Are you that wet already, babe?"

"Yes... please, touch me," I repeated, my hips instinctively arching towards him.

Aaditya used his hips to gently push me back onto the bed, his body hovering over mine.

"All in good time, Vamika. Right now, I'm not done playing with you." He punctuated his words by sucking deeply on my nipple.

"Aaaah, Aaditya... no, please..." The pleasure was almost unbearable.

I could feel the smirk against my skin as he continued to nibble and suck on my breasts, his hands now roughly gripping my waist.

"I think you need a hickey on your cleavage, Vamika. What do you say?" His voice was husky with intent.

"Yess, yess, please, Aaditya." My breath came in short, sharp gasps.

Aaditya obliged, his lips and teeth creating a burning sensation on my skin as he sucked and nibbled, his hands squeezing my breasts together, his tongue tracing a hot, wet line between them. His other hand teased my navel and waist, sometimes drifting lower to rub against my crotch through the fabric of my saree, only to retreat and return to my breasts and navel, prolonging the exquisite torture.

"Aaditya, please, touch me," I moaned, my body aching for his touch.

"I am touching you, babe. Where do you want me to touch you? Tell me," he asked coyly, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Uhhhh, please... touch me there," I finally managed, my voice thick with need.

"Mmm, if you insist..." His voice dropped to a sensual whisper.

Aaditya moved lower, his lips trailing kisses down my stomach, circling my navel with his tongue, then pressing soft kisses just below it.

He slid his hand under the saree, his fingers lightly rubbing against my panties, before returning to my breasts to suckle them again.

"Aaditya, no... please fuck me now," I pleaded, my control teetering on the edge.

I framed his face with my hands, pulling his head down to my breasts, and simultaneously tried to guide his hand lower, towards my aching core.

He finally relented, pulling up my saree around my waist, his gaze intense as he positioned himself between my legs.

"Is this better?" he asked, his voice laced with anticipation.

"Ahhh..." I rolled my hips, desperate to feel the hard ridge of his erection press against my panties.

"You are so wet, Vamika... I can feel you through my trousers." His breath hitched.

I was beyond reason, my body screaming for release. My hands found the zipper of his pants, and I roughly pulled it down. Aaditya quickly followed suit, pushing down his pants and boxers until I could feel the solid length of his erection pressing against the silk of my panties.

I wrapped my arms around his back, my legs spreading wider, trying to get closer, to feel more of him against me. Waiting was no longer an option.

"Aaditya, please... I can't wait... just fuck me now," I whispered urgently in his ear, my hips already beginning to rock against his.

Aaditya moved his hand between us, his fingers slipping beneath the elastic of my panties, pushing them aside. He took his hard cock in his hand, his thumb stroking over my swollen clit, up and down, over and over again.

"Ahhh... mmm... Aadi...tya..." My body convulsed with pleasure.

He teased the very tip of his erection just near the entrance of my slick folds, then pressed only the very tip inside.

"Oh, fuck, Vamika... you are so hot and wet... I don't think I'll last five minutes." His voice was strained.

I couldn't help the small laugh that escaped my lips, and his eyes narrowed playfully. He withdrew slightly, then pressed his hard length firmly against my clit.

"Laugh one more time, and I will only keep teasing your clit..." Aaditya smirked, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"Ahhh... no, sorry, please, please fuck me now. I need your dick inside me, Aaditya." My plea was desperate.

"Mmm, your pussy is so tight, and I haven't even put it all in... fuck." With a groan, Aaditya slowly began to push his full length inside me.

"Aahhh, fuckk, Vamika, you are so warm... this feels so good... mmm." His breath hitched.

"Yess, yess, fuck me..." I urged, my body already moving in rhythm with his slow penetration.

Aaditya reached for my hands above my head, his fingers intertwining tightly with mine, his grip firm.

Then, with one swift, powerful thrust, he drove his entire length deep inside me.

"Aahhh, fu..." I started to cry out, but Aaditya's mouth crashed down on mine, silencing me with a searing kiss as he began to thrust into me hard and fast.

He pulled out slowly, then plunged back in again, each thrust hitting a deep, resonant chord within me. I could feel the raw power of his movements with every stroke.

His pace quickened, and he began to roll his hips in a circular motion, grinding us together.

He was fucking me relentlessly now, holding my hands firmly above my head, his teeth nipping at my neck as he pounded into me, deeper and harder with each thrust.

His breath came in ragged gasps, and a guttural grunt escaped his lips with every powerful movement.

I could feel the first tendrils of orgasm coiling within me, tightening with each thrust.

"Aaditya, don't stop... ahh, fuck..." The pleasure was becoming unbearable.

I arched my back, pushing my breasts against his chest, my nipples rubbing against his skin with every deep thrust.

His gaze dropped to my breasts, and he took one taut nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, sending a searing wave of sensation through my body.

The intense pull was the final trigger. My orgasm exploded, a raw, shuddering wave that gripped me completely. My legs instinctively wrapped tighter around his waist, holding him deep inside me.

"Ohh, fuck, Vamika, I can feel your pussy tightening around me... ahhhh, yess..." His voice was thick with his own impending release.

Aaditya began to fuck me even harder, his movements frantic now. He groaned into my neck as he finally came, his thrusts deep and slow as he emptied himself inside me.

"Ohh, fuck, Vamika... that was the best fuck I have ever had." His breath hitched against my skin. "You better rest for fifteen minutes because I am not letting you go until we do this again."