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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Jaana had slept peacefully when I carried my little munchkin to the bathroom. Being two months old, she could only squeal and throw her hands and legs in the air. I had already cleaned her poop, and now it was time for the bath.
"My little munchkin will get a bath!"
I cooed her, she giggled happily in my embrace. My daughter loves me so much. Holding her little figure properly, I poured the lukewarm water over her through the hand shower, taking immense care that it doesn't get into her eyes, nose, ears or mouth. I was drenching only her upper body and legs.
Her little puffed up belly looked adorable. She kept giggling and squealing throughout the bath. Eventually I wiped off her tiny face with my hands, so that water doesn't enter into the bodily openings. I brought her out, and carefully placed her beside my Jaana, only after uncovering her boobs.
"Lelo beta...waise to ye hamare hai par kuch mahino ke liye tum le sakti ho."
"Take it daughter.... albeit they are mine, but I can lend it to you for a few months."
I elucidated her in a baby voice, and she yelped cutely, as if she was teasing me before grabbing my Jaana's nipple into those little hands, and adjusting her tiny mouth over there after a little struggle.
She is such a tease.
I went into the bathroom to take a bath after she fell asleep, carrying those boobs in her mouth.
Bhaiya's wedding was close, and all of us were immersed in bedecking the mansion like a new bride. After two days, bhaiya's baraat was ready to leave the mansion. I'm glad bhabhi accepted my brother even when this wedding took place under unfavourable circumstances.
Ragini perfomed the rituals of a sister quite enthusiastically while little Mandiru kept giggling and hopping in my arms since she was quite excited for her bade Papa's wedding.
The baraat started moving and bhaiya took Mandira in his arms leaving Ragini free so that she could also dance with us. She came down of the buggy, and began twirling in the rhythm of the music. My eyes fixated on those curves and her fine moves.
Suddenly my mind travelled back in time, remembering how shy and scared she was when we were just married, how she was lying in the patient's bed after I had committed that heinous sin, how she cried hugging me when she got to know that I was drugged that night, how she reacted when I had thrashed myself with that leather belt, how she uncovered her bosom before me for the first time and how we turned passionate after that.
I didn't realise when my eyes turned weepy, and suddenly she shook me.
"Thakur ji, dance with me."
Saying so, she held my hands and dragged me a little before twerking her waist happily. I raised my hands in the air and complimented her dance moves with mine.
