Rudransh slowly entered the bath house, his footsteps echoing through the room, Sundari's heart raced with fear. She could see the anger burning in his eyes, and his menacing presence made her tremble. She desperately tried to cover herself, her vulnerability exposed and her inner conflict intensifying.
Sundari's mind raced, torn between the desire to stand up for herself and the fear of what Rudransh might do. She knew she had to find a way to defuse the situation, to protect herself from his aggression. But as Rudransh approached her, his voice filled with venom, she struggled to find the right words to say, her inner turmoil leaving her paralyzed.
She looked up and saw Rudransh standing in front of her, his eyes dark with anger.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Rudransh didn't answer. Instead, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him.
Sundari felt a surge of fear as Rudransh's grip on her tightened. She tried to pull away, but he was too strong.
"You danced with another man, Sundari. In front of everyone. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?" he said, his voice low and dangerous.
Sundari felt a sense of panic rising in her chest. She knew that Rudransh was not in a good state of mind, and she was scared of what he might do.
"Please, Rudransh. Let go of me. You're hurting me," she begged, trying to pull away from him.
But Rudransh only tightened his grip, causing Sundari to cry out in pain. "You're mine, Sundari. You belong to me," he hissed.
Sundari felt tears streaming down her face as Rudransh forced her to stand up. She was terrified of what might happen next.
Sundari stood before Rudransh, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She was scared of what he might do to her, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him.
As he approached her, she braced herself for the worst. But then, to her surprise, he took a small bowl of turmeric pasta and began to apply it to her cheeks.
Sundari gasped, feeling a wave of pleasure and surprise wash over her. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice shaky.
Rudransh smiled at her, his eyes flickering with desire. "I'm applying turmeric to your cheeks, Sundari. It's supposed to make your skin beautiful, also I need to wash of that man's touch" he said, his tone seductive.
Sundari felt a sense of vulnerability as Rudransh tenderly applied the paste to her cheeks. She closed her eyes and savored the sensation, feeling her body respond to his touch.
As Rudransh leaned in close to Sundari, his breath brushing her wet neck.
"Please Rudransh leave me."
"No."
Sundari's heart raced as Rudransh's hands moved lower, applying turmeric pasta to her breasts. She trembled with a mixture of fear and desire, torn between the need to stop him and the intoxicating allure of his touch.
"Rudransh, stop," she whispered, her voice quivering.
But Rudransh ignored her pleas, his grip tightening as he continued his ministrations. Sundari's inner conflict intensified as her body responded involuntarily to Rudransh's seductive touch, betraying her own desires. She knew she should resist, but the pleasure was overwhelming, clouding her judgment and leaving her paralyzed with conflicting emotions.
Rudransh flicked and pinched her nipples causing her to gasp for air.
Sundari's mind swirled with a mixture of fear, desire, and confusion as Rudransh continued his seductive touch. Her inner conflict intensified as she tried to resist the pleasure coursing through her body.
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Praise The Husband
Fantasi"Your a woman?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of anger and confusion. "Why did you deceive me into thinking you were a man?" Sundari's heart sank as she realized the weight of her secret had finally caught up with her. She had never intended...
