Bedding Sanya At Sangeet Function
I put my perfume on, ready to step out of the door. I had dressed up smartly, in trousers, a shirt, and a formal jacket. I had never crashed a wedding before. Well technically a Sangeet function, but still. So, no matter how smartly dressed I was, I had a few nerves on me. I got in my car and geared up for an hour-long drive. I was at one end of Gurgaon and the function was at the other end of Delhi. But I had to go. I had to meet Sanya, and this would be the perfect Bollywood-y gesture, I had hoped. Sanya is a good friend, she has a boyfriend but I’ve been into her for a long time. And as any guy would, I’ve been hoping and waiting. She’d been mad at me for a couple of weeks and this would be the perfect way to make it up to her. I love Sanya, she’s perfect. Cute face, cute smile, amiable and warm. She’s the best. Her eyes are the prettiest you will ever see. I reached the venue, the wedding house, and parked my car. It was her cousin’s house. I took the bouquet out and started walking towards the entrance. A bit anxious, I almost decided to chuck the entire idea, however, something made me go on anyway. I walked straight through the gate, greeting a random uncle on my way, “Namaste uncle, Mubarak ho!”. He smiled at me, “bahot bahot shukriya beta”, and shook my hand. I didn’t offer the bouquet to him. It wasn’t for him anyway. I proceeded with a sigh of relief. The toughest part was over. I tried to locate Sanya, but the hall was absolutely packed. Then suddenly I located her by the water dispenser. She was looking very pretty. Easily the prettiest girl there. She was dressed in a kurta and palazzos. Her fair skin radiant, she wore a soft smile on her pretty face. I went straight up to her and planted myself in front of her. “Gussa hai tu mujhse?”, I said with a smile, the bouquet in hand. Her eyes, as big as walnuts, she looked at me in shock and excitement! “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” “Surprise!”, I said, offering her the bouquet of roses. She took it and came in for a hug, beaming with excitement. “Seriously, how are you over here?”, she could not believe herself. I was still lost in her sweet perfume, but I managed to answer with a soft smile, “I wanted to surprise you, and say I’m sorry.” She laughed, “You’re too sweet”, she said with another hug. “So, where’s everyone else? Where’s Aman?”, I asked. “Koi aaya hi nai” she gets really cute when she gets sad. “Aww koi nai, mein toh hoon na”, I cheered her up. “Yes! Chal kuch kha ab mere saath!”, she pushed on. “Nai nai, kuch khaa nahi raha mein. That would be literally crashing this wedding. I’m going to push off in a bit”, I insisted. “Pagal mat ban, its an open bar. And you’re staying” It was hard to say no to an open bar, and I decided to stay. We drank a lot of wine, and I met her cousins. None of her friends or her boyfriend, Aman, were able to make it, so I gave her company. It was really fun. Soon, after a few glasses of wine, we were in the groove, and the dance floor was packed. Sanya was drunk as well, and she was dancing with me. I don’t know if it was only me, however I sensed great chemistry between us. Sanya had been faithful to her boyfriend, however, she knew about my feelings, and there had almost been a thing between us in the past. Sanya was more than tipsy and kept coming closer to me on the dance floor. A few touches too long, and a long lean or two. I had to be conscious, especially in front of her relatives. However, all the uncles and aunties seemed to be pretty drunk, and at the peak of their revelry. I took Sanya to the kitchen to feed her and sober her up a bit. I walked, holding her hand in mine to the kitchen. Walking in front I felt a little tug on my hand as she changed direction. “I want the loo”, she said. I walked with her to the upstairs bedroom. She went in the toilet, and closed the door behind her. I waited for her, sitting at the edge of the bed. After a few minutes she came back. “Hi”, she smiled at me. “Theek lag raha hai?”, I asked. “I’m so happy tu aagaya!” I laughed. “I’m happy too” “Baaki aur koi nai aaya yaar”, she was sad. I walked up and hugged her. It felt warm, and right, and I didn’t want to leave her. She didn’t let go either. The hug kept continuing, and upon realising we looked at each other awkward, and slowly pulled away. I wanted to kiss her really bad. Maybe it was the alcohol, I moved in slightly for her lips. To my surprise she came in for mine, and we kissed long and hard. She brought her tongue softly to meet mine. And we were lost in each other’s warm embrace. I had no desire to back down now. I kissed her hard, pulling her from her waist. Our bodies locked together and she put her hand around my neck. I put my hand around her face and kissed her passionately. She kissed me back with equal passion. We were completely lost in each other. No words said, brimming with pure passion. I was wrapped up in her sweet smell, our tongues dancing together, our lips never losing touch. I held her closer, my hands moved all over her back, and up to her neck. Massaging her skin, slowly going down again. She got into the groove, matching my passion for her, she pulled me into a stronger kiss. I slowly moved down, grabbing her ass, gently caressing her soft hips, and pulling hard as I had a handful of each cheek. She didn’t mind my hands exploring her body. There were no restrictions. I held her tight and moved back up. Her waist and her back and again down to her sweet sweet ass. She pinned me by the wall and kissed me harder. She started kissing my neck and unbuttoned my shirt. I could hear the music and revelry carrying on outside. She opened up my shirt and started kissing my chest. I pulled her back up and kissed her lips. I pulled her kurta over her head. She helped me get it off, and in a flash, it was over her head.