The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, as the newlyweds, Ansh and Pooja, were led to the beautifully decorated chamber. Ansh , the notorious gangster, couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and possessiveness as he glanced at his delicate and innocent wife. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and nervousness, reflecting the soft glow of the candles that flickered around the room.

Ansh , a man of few words, whispered in Pooja's ear, "You look like a goddess, my love." His gruff voice was surprisingly gentle, and she felt a warm blush spread across her cheeks. He took her hand in his, his rough palm a stark contrast to her soft, unblemished skin. She looked up at him, her heart racing as she felt his thumb tracing small circles on her wrist.

"Ansh ," she breathed, her voice trembling slightly. She was aware of his reputation and the power he wielded, but in this moment, all she saw was the man who had promised to cherish and protect her. He leaned in closer, his breath warm on her neck as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, his words a seductive melody that she had never heard before.

With a gentle tug, he pulled her closer to him, their bodies fitting together perfectly. Pooja felt a rush of butterflies as his strong arms wrapped around her waist, holding her in a way that made her feel safe yet vulnerable. His hands began to explore her, moving slowly up her back, his touch as soft as a feather against her skin. She shivered, her innocence making every caress feel like a new discovery, a secret shared only between the two of them.

"Pooja," he murmured, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered her name, "You're mine now." His voice was a low, sensual growl that sent a shiver down her spine. He leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss that was both tender and demanding, his passion unmistakable. She responded instinctively, her own feelings a whirlwind of desire and love for this man who had claimed her so fiercely.

Their kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as Ansh's hands slipped lower, cupping her rounded buttocks and pulling her closer against his hard length. Pooja moaned into his mouth, her innocence giving way to a burning need she had never known existed. His fingers played at the edge of her sari, teasing the bare skin of her waist before sliding beneath the silky fabric. She gasped as he touched the curve of her hip, the heat of his hand searing through the layers that separated them.