DHANRAJ SINGH THAKUR x RAGINI SINGH
Book 2 of 'Thakurs series' 🔥
This story depicts 'beauty and the beast', where the 'beauty' is unaware of her healing powers and divinity, and the 'beast' gets enchanted by her powers, and transforms himself compl...
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The easiest tasks had become difficult for me all of a sudden. My entire body felt like going numb. The servants asked me to have something as an evening snack, but my hunger and thirst had disappeared.
I somehow went back to his room, and changed into a lighter pair. These were the most arduous four hours to pass. I just wish that I'm able to satisfy him, otherwise he will keep going to the other ones, and someday he'll leave me forever!
Noooo!
But Ragini, don't you have any self respect?
He had arranged a meeting for me with an experienced woman, who rescues and provides shelter to rape survivors. While having conversation with her, she talked about a woman's self respect. It should never be played with.
Adjusting with the fact that he has been doing everything with other women too, will be my disrespect. I should raise voice against it, unlike my mother-in-law.
The time finally passed away, and all the brothers were home. Like always, I went downstairs to serve the food to them, and bhaiya asked me to have it with them only.
Chugging down every morsel felt like a lifetime, so I stopped after one chapati. Thakur ji glared at me to have more, but I shook my head signalling him that I wasn't feeling well.
The servants were chuckling from behind. I don't know what happened to them?
I got back to the room after having a small walk. He did not return soon, since he had gone with his brothers for a longer walk. I brought out the nighty for me, and suddenly two strong hands engulfed me in a soothing embrace.
His breath was fanning the crook of my neck.
"Thakur ji!"
I whispered, scuffling sweetly to come out of his hold.
"My Jaana, I remember the promise I made to you."
He groaned, challenging all the notions that I had forming against him since the afternoon.
"Lie down, let me massage your thighs. Did your periods arrive?"
He asked, picking me up effortlessly and making me lie down on the bed.
"Not yet, but they are close."
I mumbled, closing my eyes as I felt his rough big hands grabbing my thick thighs. Do they like them thick? Does he like those baby hair on my legs? Is it because of them that he called out other women?
"Thakur ji!"
I maffled, gazing at him gently massaging my thighs.
"Hmm!"
He hummed in his throaty raspy voice.
"Am I able to satisfy you sexually?"
I asked in a low voice, closing my eyes. I was waiting for his response, but he didn't say anything. His hands had stopped rubbing my thighs.
