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Ummmmm.,..hmmmmm..,..sssssssss....ummmmm

The moans echoed in the room as Ananya felt something, or rather someone on her neck. A wet thing that gave her pleasure and slight pain. She wasn't able to comprehend what it was but she definitely knew she wanted more of it. She felt a weight above her, however the weight wasn't suffocating her, rather it felt like a bolster, a hard one. It felt familiar and own.

Fighting the urge to feel it more and to look what power made her feel that way she very slowly opened her eyes. The hard bolster was her husband who was leaving his art back on her neck.

It's been three months to their wedding and life doesn't seem to be that bad, as she expected it to be. Her family, yes that's what her mother-in-laws tells her, "This is your family as much as it is ours, mine, your father-in-law's, your husband's. Everybody and everything here belongs to you as much as it does to the other members of the family. We belong to you as much as you belong to us". It was then she realised that she was a part of this family the day she entered this haveli as a bindani. The elders, especially dadisa scolded her on her mistakes and dadosa though strictly made her understand after making dadisa quiet. Maa and Papa her MIL and FIL were little strict though, but this one time she got a fever, Maa stayed awake the entire night to tend her, while Papa got her rabdi jalebi just so that she takes her medicines on time and then have her favourite sweet to improve the taste. She didn't realise when she bonded with her sister-in-law while working in the kitchen.

These might not be of any matter to a normal girl, but it is for her. She never got scolded by anybody. She was treated as an invisible human. Nobody said anything to her, until it came upon their reputation, where they didn't scold her rather thrashed her to the extent that she couldn't even walk properly, she couldn't even imagine being taken care of. There was nobody as such who talked to her leave alone laughing. For her getting scolded, and taken care of during illness was a big thing. And she slowly came to realise that she has a family and a home now. The big haveli doesn't only store priceless artefacts, and shelter rich royal people but it also has her family, although this came along with her non expressive cold ruthless monster beasty bulky husband, who was more than that.

Speaking of her husband, Rudraveer, he was something else. He fought with his dadisa for her education and enrolled her in college, for her further studies, helped her with her studies and assignments, dropped and picked her up, got tensed when she fell sick, which was often. When she got her periods right after their wedding festivities got over, she stained the bedsheet and feared his reaction, and hid herself in the washroom. All her fear turned into shock when he silently changed the sheets, picked her crying self and softly massaged her scalp and lulled her to sleep.

Poor her was too scared and shy to ask him why he did so now, and why did he do that earlier. He didn't express or talked much until necessary. And somehow she could understand him, his needs and wants, not just the sexual ones but also the emotional ones. There was comfort in the silence that prevailed among them.

She was pulled back from her thoughts with a pleasuring pain, on her left mound. Rudraveer's big rough hand pressed her left breast while his mouth sucked her clothed right breast. Her hands went to his hair as a reflex of three months and gently massaged his scalp. "Uhmmh Ranasaaa..aah", she moaned.

The gentle massage and moan woke up the beast in him. He looked at her hooded eyes while sucking her clothed breast, which further ignited his desires.

If he could, he would have admitted this with a speaker or in an advertisement that this little woman, his wife, has wrapped him up in her fingers and could do anything she wished to. On her direction he could die and kill. He knew the questions in her mind, and had answers to them. The only thing he didn't know was what if she fell in love with him someday, how could he reciprocate that? He was incapable of love, he didn't know to love. The same reason why he kept mum and observed her in silence, but that thing in him that pumps and filters the impure blood into pure seemed to forget it's work when she was around, busy in her chores or in some problem, that thing didn't let him sit quietly, his every nerve every part of the body got alert and observed her minutely.