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Mo bhrón nach rabhas in ann an amhrán na míosa don mí seo chaite a roinnt libh! Do bhí seo in ainm a bheith mar an t-amhrán san, ach, do cheapas go mbeadh sé níos fearr don Deireadh Fómhair. Mar sin féinig, 'sé amhrán na míosa do mí Dheireadh Fómhair ná: Caoineadh faoi bhainne doirithe. 'Sé Caoineadh faoi bhainne doirtithe ná an 5ú amhrán san albam "Sa Leaba le Groucho" a chum an banna "Rís" i 2019. Faraor, ní dheineann an banna Conamarach so mórán rudaí sna laethanta so in aon chor, nó ar a laghad, is rud deacair é a fháil amach cad atá á dhéanamh acu má táid ann fós fiú. Pé scéal é, is féidir éisteacht leis an t-amhrán so ar a gcuntas Spotify, Youtube Music, agus Amazon Music.

You bringing back the OTP Asks is such an unexpected bright spot for me!

And I'm going to ruin the warm hearted vibe by asking if you would be inclined to do 30. An exchange of dirty talk- between PayAsh and Anjali and Aman?🙈

I LOVED the Arnav and Khushi one (pheewww) so I was dying to know how you imagine the dynamics between the other two!

Thankyou ♡♡♡

ANOOOOONNNNNN JIIIIII!

Thank you so much for the love and thank you - bada waala - for participating in the OTP ask. I see you have woken up and chosen spice ;)

30) Write a short exchange of dirty talk between them.

There was something incredibly attractive about a woman who was soft, elegant, motherly and fragrant. Payal was all of that. Akash leaned against the door and watch his wife of seven years put their twins to sleep.

Payal fastened her silk robe, grabbed her phone and headed towards him, completely unaware what her messy hair and slow walk was doing to him. Payal smiled and her heart swelled, Akash had become a better husband ever since they had their kids.  

“Pay-”

“Shush, talk softly.” Payal whispered, hoping her sweet, adorable devils didn’t wake up.

“I don’t think I’m the one who has a problem of being loud.” Akash whispered. Payal dropped her phone (thankfully on the carpeted floor) and stared at him in shock.

“What happened?” Akash held her chin and gently shut her mouth with a small nudge.  

“A-Akash ji,” Payal stammered, cheeks blooming with heat. 

“Ji Payal ji.” He replied, mirth dancing in his eyes. Payal composed herself and looked dead at him in the eye.

“You shouldn’t fly so much considering you couldn’t even think of simply removing your pants on New Year’s Eve.” Akash colored in embarrassment recalling the time he was stuck on the blasted chair.

“Perhaps many more things would’ve come off but you and your glued pants...” Payal chuckled, his hapless face incredibly comical - years later!

“I see, bohot hasi aa rahi hai?” Akash walked towards her. 

“No,” Payal tried to stop her laugh. Akash pinned her against the door, her wrists in one hand as he whispered,

“Abhi bhi hasi aa rahi hai?” Payal shivered as his free hand explored the curves he loved. 

“Akash, the kids-” Payal gasped.

“Let’s see how quiet you can be.” He grinned when Payal grabbed his collar and dragged him to the bathroom.

Anjali sat by the pool, lighting the last candle. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the soft breeze. A few more hours and it would be New Year. She noticed her beloved Chote and Khushi close dance in a private corner of the living room - blissfully unaware they were visible to anyone passing by.

Anjali smiled and thanked the lord for blessing her brother and Khushi with every imaginable happiness. Her chain of thought and prayers broke with her phone vibrating. 

It was a text message from Aman. 

“You look beautiful tonight.” Anjali looked around, searching for the handsome, curly haired, broody man she had grown to love. Aman Mathur. 

His name sent shivers of pleasure he had given her the night before. There was something exciting about having a secret affair. 

There he was, standing on top of the stairs, staring at her with his hawk eyes. 

“You take my breath away in more ways than one Mr. Mathur,” Anjali replied. 

“You give me too much credit Miss. Raizada, if I remember you are the one who excel at it.” Aman texted, leaning against the railing, wondering if he’d go to hell for romancing his boss’s sister. More likely killed and packaged by Arnav Singh Raizada to hell.

Anjali blushed at the text and leaned against the lounge chair, completely aware of how flattering and invisible her thin saree was under the moonlight. Keeping the eye contact she called him. 

“You are too kind.” Anjali whispered. 

“You haven’t seen my kindness yet. If you are kind enough, I might just show how kind I can be.” Aman flicker his gaze down, letting Anjali know where all he intended to show his kindness. 

“If we were alone, I’d let you know how beautiful you look.” Aman fidgeted with his tie. 

“Meet me out in five - use the back door.” Anjali cut the call and looked at the watch - it was 11:55pm. Although she no longer believed the ‘theory’ of seeing a beloved during midnight - she felt the sudden urge to see his face before anyone’s with the New Year. 

Aman shot her a grin and walked the other way, playing with the small square box in his pocket. 

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Hope you liked this anon! I had a lot of fun time imagining how it could be! 

Love,