Days are passing by, and today he finally returned back home. It feels like an eternity has passed but it's just been a few days.
He had already returned this morning but he was not back to the room that we shared.
As I had finished all the task that I was to complete, I was sweaty & tired. I needed a relaxing bath.
I scrubbed my body thoroughly with some realaxing fragrant drops poured in my bath water.
I wrapped my body with the cotton towel and came out of the room. I had all of mh clothes outside the bathroom placed on the couch next to the almirah.
I thought he will not be back tonight but he was in the room, on his wheelchair, staring at me, while the thin cotton towel stuck to my body and doing very little in covering me.
His stare had anger and frustration, but I had nothing to do with him though we were spouses we never shared a pleasant conversation or a sweet smile.
I turned and made my way to the couch. He did not seem to buldge so I decided to change then and there.
I took my blouse and inserted my sleeves through them and then started buttoning it.
I wanted to see how much of tolerance he has. He hadn't talked to me for days yet he showed no reaction.
After that particular conversation I was starving to have him talk to me, even if he had to just yell at me. It was fine.
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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.
