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The Scene Shifted to:-
Dr Thapar Bungalow,
Delhi.In the morning..
Ashneer said " I must sayyyy Wowww!!!kya nazara tha ?? Tumne trailer bhi aadha adhura dikhaya. Shitt Man !!What a Good Morning It is ????"
He smirked and continued, " Isn't It Doc ???."
She is burning in anger in the fit of rage. With one hand she pushed him aside with all her energy she has and pulled her right knee winded up and kicked him hard at where the sun cannot shine.
He put his hand on the crotch was groaning and whining with a lot of pain.Suddenly he collapsed on the floor on his knees.
She goes near him and says , " Next time dare you cross my path. I don't mind kicking so hard to get your pouchey fuck balls ruptured."
He tried to utter something but he was unable to because of the pain.
Both of them stared at each other with the same intensity and lost into another world. Their starting session was interrupted by Swarna's giggling who was hiding in the clothes wardrobe.
Swarna:- Naah Naah chachu ko ullu banaya bada majha aaya and started dancing. Come on chachu !!! Pakkodo mujhe.. Nahi pakkad paonge. Aapko phone nahi chahiye naah..
Sadia is shocked by seeing Swarna and trying to analyse the situation. But whatever destruction is done. She cannot change. Suddenly, she gulped down a lump in her throat.
She ran out from there. Ashneer was whining in pain and somehow gathered courage and got up from there and left her room.
Ashneer with shaky legs reached into the kitchen opened the refrigerator in a rush and took out an ice pack and ran towards his room. As soon he entered into his room he took out all his clothes except boxers and threw it on the floor. He hurriedly wrapped that ice pack in his towel and lay down on his bed straight on his back and placed that wrapped towel ice pack on his crotch to subside his pain.
He groaned in a sharp yell, " Oucchhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkk shit !!!!!!.
He stuttered to himself , "D---o--c Y--o--u w-i---l--l p--a--y f--o--r t--h-i-s ..."A few minutes later, he dashed into the washroom and filled the bath tub with warm water .A warm bath can help alleviate some of the pain. Soak in a warm bath as he needed to feel better and get some relief.
Meanwhile on the other hand Sadia is changing her clothes and tried to analyse it what has happened in her room few minutes ago. She gulped a lump of a throat that she has done something wrong. She will have apologize him for this. But suddenly her mind tricked her saying, "Ya !! Allah yeh meine kya kar diya. She can't sorry to that pervert devil."
She shut her mind talk and decided to confront swarna about this.She went downstairs found Swarna sitting on the sofa watching cartoon on phone. She goes near her and settles herself on the sofa. She asked, " Swaru why were you hiding in my room??"
Swarna, "Aunty I was playing game on chachu's phone. He want his phone back. Swaru needs to play more games. So, I ran from there by teasing chachu "pakadam pakadayi "game to get his phone back and went inside your room and hide myself under the bed. So, chachu came there but couldn't able to catch me. He lost the game so as his phone."As Swarna averted her eyes found her chachu coming downstairs. She jumped off from her seat and hugged Sadia by hiding her face in her chest.
Swarna :- Aunty save me !!! Chachu will get angry and punish me.
Sadia by hugging her tightly , "No !!! Swaru... he will not punish you. Just say sorry to him. He will not punish you.
Ashneer appeared in front of them. By seeing him she placed the phone in Sadia's lap. Swarna jumped off the sofa. She goes near him by pulling his pant and makes him sit on his knees by placing her small hands on his face, pecking his cheeks clinging into his arm saying ," Swaru is very sorry chachu."
By pecking her cheeks and hugging her back.
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UNWANTED MARRIAGE HITCHED BY FATE
General FictionBloody ruthless devil "Beware!!! Never dare to mess with me" fucking Richie Rich business magnate "Ashneer Malhotraa" stoop so much low to avenge revenge from Dr Sadia. He keeps saying," I am f*****g obsessed with your bloody p***y". . . . Do this...