"Tum Kar kya Rahi ho nidhi, kya itni bhi samajh nahi hai tumhe ki tum darwaza band karke nahane jao, koi aa jata toh?"
[What the hell are you doing nidhi, don't you have this much brain to shut the door when you go for a bath, what if anyone came?]
He said roughly with anger.
"Aa toh gye aap, koi aur aata tab bhi Yahi karti Jo abhi kar rhi hu."
[You did come, if anyone else had come then also I would do what I am doing.]
I blurted with low but clear voice. I held my panty in my hand and started wearing them while his eyes held fire.
"Nidhi !!! Tumhe Pata Hai na, iss Ghar me bahut se paraye mard ghoomte hai, itni si sharam nahi hai kya tum me?"
[Nidhi!!! You know that there are many outsiders roaming in this house, don't you feel a little shame?]
He pushed his wheelchair coming near me. He said almost yelling.
I passed him a look and weighed his words.
"Aaj randii nahi bolenge aap, Mai toh apne naam ka maan rakh rhi thi."
[Won't you call me a slut today, I was just living upto my name.]
I said with mock in my tone. His eyes darkened. And I loved that. I made my way to him. I had that thin towel still on my body held by my blouse.
I came near him straight, his gaze on me.
"Kamal hai thakur sahab!!! Ek din randii aur dusre hi din hamara naam bhi aa gya apke zubaan pe, Jane kya dawa khila diya us videshi doctor ne?"
[It's amazing thakur sahab!!! One day a slut and then the next day you suddenly remember my name, I wonder what medicine that foreign doctor made you eat.]
I almost had tears pooling on my eyes. His eyes softened, anger was now long gone and his gaze now held guilt.
He was feeling guilty? He degrades me, calls me a slut but now all of a sudden he calls me by my name!!
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The Disabled Thakur's Wife (18+)
FantasyA 'slut' of a 21 year old Nidhi is married to the disabled thakur, who is paralysed below his waist. What will happen when her sexual frustration will heighten and she starts seeking ways for her pleasures.
