Thakur's Healer | 18+ ✅

66. Mandira in Danger?🌶️

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Updating today because I'll be travelling tomorrow.
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"Do you think bhaiya will hurt her? If not, then we should convince her to give him a chance, like you gave me."

He advised, but this time, I could not agree with him.

"I don't think we could convince her. She was kidnapped and forced to marry bhaiya. He has already ruined her image and chastity before everyone even if he hasn't done anything with her. I think she should be left free now to decide what is good for her."

I asserted, and gazed at him when he didn't respond.

"I think you are absolutely right here, Jaana."

He muttered, picking me up in his arms.

"Where are we heading to?"

I asked, teetering my legs, my arm sheathed around his nape.

"Bathroom.... for a bath."

He groaned, biting on my earlobe lovingly.

Getting into the bath tub, he picked up the scrub and poured body wash over it to clean up my body. I began doing the same with him holding another scrub.

"It's been so long we've been so intimate."

He grunted, kissing every part of my cheek like a hungry, yet lovely kid. I giggled, straddling over him, his back supported on the edge of the bath tub.

Peering into his darkened orbs, I began stroking his length again, kissing his sexy neck all over again.

"Arghhh! Jaana, what do you want?"

He asked in a husky voice, his fingers massaging my back while his thumb busy tracing my erected buds, a few drops of milk leaking through it.

"I want to ride you, Jaan."

I muttered in a sensual tone, grabbing his earlobe in my mouth. His hold tightened on my body earning a moan from me.

'smack'

[The Sensual part is available on Inkitt and scrollstack. Due to the app's policies, it could not be published over here.]

"I am feeling heavy here. Mandiru must be hungry."

I mumbled, cupping my bosom with my palm.

"Do you want me to suck them again?"

He asked, chiaking me.

"No! This is for her only. I mean, this is an indication that the baby is hungry for the mother's milk."

I informed him in a low voice, my soul worried about my little one. He raised a little, his elbow supporting his head that rested on his palm.