🔞🔞 🔞 🔞 Time travel , smut , erotic, love story 💕
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What happens when a girl travels from the 21st century to the 12th century.
How she became the wife of the Thakur.
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"Naam kya hai apka, bhabhi?" she asked, her voice curious yet respectful. Why is she calling me bhabhi? She looks older than me.
"Mera naam Maya hai. Please call me by my name. I'm younger than you," I said, trying to sound firm but polite.
"But you are my elder by relation. How can I call you by your name?" she insisted, her eyes earnest. In this place, relationships trump age every time.
"Please, call me Maya. As you are elder... Didi, please," I implored, my eyes wide with innocence. She has to be convinced now. I don't know why I called her didi, but something about her felt familiar. I've always yearned for a sisterly bond, having been the firstborn with a brother who never seemed to care for me.
"Okay, Maya," she said with a warm smile.
Something inside me melted, and I suddenly hugged her tightly. It was the best feeling of my life-this newfound sisterly bond. Tears filled my eyes as I felt the warmth of this connection. Maybe we had shared this bond in a past life. She gently rubbed my back, comforting me.
"I always wanted Thakur ji to marry so I could get a bhabi. But now, instead of a bhabi, I got a sister," she said, kissing my forehead. Her warmth and care enveloped me, making me feel truly loved. The feeling was indescribable.
"You know why he never married anyone all these years?" she asked softly. I already knew the answer: he was waiting for me.
"He never imagined anyone but you. I always thought it was impossible to meet a girl in real life whom he had only seen in his dreams. But destiny proved me wrong," she said with a gentle smile.
I chuckled, marveling at how destiny had brought me to my prince charming.
"I have a question. Did you and Thakur ji... you know, do anything?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.
"Why are you asking me this, Didi?"
"Look at your neck. Anyone can tell," she said, laughing. Oh God, she noticed. What should I do now? I felt so embarrassed, wishing the earth would swallow me whole.
"Why are you laughing, huh? Look at your own neck," I retorted.
Suhana stopped laughing, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment.
"Both are the same," we said simultaneously.
We burst into laughter, the tension melting away. I took little Khushi from Suhana's hands. This sweet, loving girl had a voice that could bring solace to anyone.
Khushi and I bonded like old friends. I performed magic tricks I had learned from watching TV, and she started calling me Maya. I am going to meet Vikram thakur who is brother of him . Rupa said He is really looked terrible and strict but not with khusi and suhana . Thakur ji said He is a very reserved person.
Maya's POV
"Namaste, bhabhi," Vikram said, bending to touch my feet.
I quickly stepped back. "I am younger than you. Please don't touch my feet."
"Are you really from the future?" he asked, his voice heavy with suspicion.
"I love my brother more than anything. I don't want anyone to play with his weakness," Vikram said, his eyes piercing mine with a fierce protectiveness. His look conveyed years of caring for his brother, stepping into the role of a mother since their childhood. He wouldn't let anyone harm him.
What is he implying?
"I love Thakur ji with all my heart. My love for him is eternal. If I have to cross every path, I will cross it. My soul, my heart, they belong only to Thakur ji," I declared, my voice steady with conviction.
Without waiting for his response, I turned and left the room, my heart pounding.
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I know he loves his brother, but that doesn't give him the right to disrespect me like this. He's really a devil. I hate this guy.
I started running towards my chamber, but the halls were a maze, and I couldn't remember the way. Panic surged through me as I roamed aimlessly, finding no one. Where has everyone gone?
Desperate, I stumbled into the garden. The place was a sanctuary, each fragrance a balm to my troubled heart. The flowers swayed gently, their colors vivid against the lush greenery, offering a momentary escape from my turmoil.
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The peaceful beauty of the garden contrasted sharply with the chaos inside me, and for a brief moment, I felt a glimmer of solace.
Vikram's POV
"Why is Maya crying, Vikram? What did you say to her?" my wife Suhana asked, concern etched on her face as she approached me.
"I just warned her not to play with my brother's heart. Then she shouted at me and left," I explained, recounting the entire encounter.
"Have you lost your mind, Vikram Thakur? Why did you talk to her like that?" Suhana's eyes blazed with anger. Why was she defending Maya so fiercely? What if Maya was sent by our enemies? My brother had become blind in his love, unable to see the potential danger.
I tried to justify my actions. "What if she's a threat? My brother is so in love with her that he can't see clearly."
"Do you think you're the only intelligent one here? Are the rest of us fools?" Suhana retorted, her frustration palpable.
"Bhai!" Rudra's voice thundered as he stormed in. He grabbed my collar, his face a mask of fury.
"She is the truth, Vikram. She loves me wholeheartedly, and I love her with all my soul. She wasn't sent by any enemy. She was sent by Mahadev for me," he declared, his voice quivering with emotion.
"She came here because of our love, because of destiny. How could you not understand this?" Rudra's eyes burned with disappointment as he released me and rushed off to find her.
I stood there, stunned, realizing the gravity of my mistake. How could I have been so blind? Before confronting Maya, I should have talked to my brother. I needed to apologize to her, to make things right.
