IM HERE TO START WITH A JOURNEY OF A PREGNANT WOMEN WHO IS BATTLING WITH HER OWN LIFE.... SHE IS HERE TO TELL THE WORLD THE PAIN SHE IS BEARING...COMPLAINING THE WORLD THAT THIS LIFE IS NOT ALWAYS A HAPPY JOURNEY... THIS IS HER STORY A STORY OF PRE...
It was Sunday, the only day when the men of the house stayed at home as it was meant for their rest, especially for Sidharth and Shahveer who was working the hell out of them, choking themselves for a whole week.
And here he was laying on the bed relaxing his limbs and muscles, still he can't waste time so there was a book in his hand and spectacles on top of his nose but his concentration was not on the book but on his wife who was busy in cleaning and setting his wardrobe, she was ironing and arranging his clothes for a week, she was so into her work that she never felt his heated gaze roaming all over her. She was a very attractive woman, with a height of just 5.3 inches she had a perfectly toned body, neither plumpy nor lean, her short height perfectly set with her body which was quite alluring, wearing a simple kurtha and pant with a duppatta laying carelessly around her neck covering her long blackish brown hairs which was loosely tied within a bun but still her baby bangs were caressing her face making her look exclusive. Her black orbs were concentrated on the work she was doing, she adorned them with a perfect thin line of khol, her soft pluffy cheeks had turned pink due to heat of summer and those cupid bow lips were naturally tinted pink looked delicious. Moving here and there she was distracting the hell out of him, he couldn't control anymore, keeping his book aside he moved towards her, her athar(perfume) was so soothing,, standing just behind her his hands made a way towards her waist, slowly engulfing her small form by his hands, he pulled her back clashing to his front☺☺
"ahh!!!" Sana was startled
"Mein hu..." hugging her tightly squeezing her more into himself, he slowly slid her dupatta from her neck and began placing a soft wet kisses on her slender swan neck. Feeling the heat of intimacy, a moan left her lips. Slowly moving his hands upwards, his hands met her zipper, slowly unzipping her kurta while tracing her naked back, made a shiver run through her spine meanwhile his lips were still doing its magic on her shoulders, his hands moved inside her kurta top, all towards her bosom, cupping one of her asset
"mmm... jii aaj nahi... mere peri..oddd chal ra..he hee" she moaned feeling a squeeze
It was a lie, she was not in a right mind to pleasurize her husband, her mother in laws words were still eating her up😨😨
"koi baath nahi... I wont do anything further, just let me feel you now"
Even though he had anger issues, even though he was dominating he never forced upon her, yes he had scolded her many times, he had even hit her few times but he never took his anger in the form of rape, she still remembers their first night when he touched her for the first time, he was a gentlemen, he had seeked her permission to touch her and she gave in,, as it was one of his right on her and she was also meant to be his. And from then he had her the way he want and she gave in every time but his only condition was to use contraceptive, to use pills and she agreed😥.
"Ji plzzz aaj nahi, mujhe kaam he!!!"
"Hmmm" But he was not in the mood to leave her unclasping her bra, she immediately turned around to his front
"Ji plzzzz" she begged him
"Aarrg!!! theek hai jao abh,, ek cup chai toh le aao mere liyhe"
"Jii"
Moving towards the mirror she zipped her kurtha, adjusted her hairs into a bun and set dupatta on her hand. She moved out of the room to get him his tea, he was a tea lover, either he was happy or sad or relieved or tensed he drinks tea. And he wanted his tea perfect and he loves the tea which his wife makes🤤
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
