I felt bad that I had showered all my pent up anger on him. I turned around to go get dressed but he held my rest and yanked me to him.
I landed on his lap.
"Dhyaan se thakur sahab, apka pair~"
[Careful thakur sahab, your leg~]
But he started looking at my worried face that stopped me from speaking and then I realized, what I did!!
"Hamein uthne dijiye thakur sahab, aapke pairon me dard hoga!"
[Let me go thakur sahab your legs will ache.]
He shook his head in denial and his eyes looked at me lovingly, as if trying to gather courage. He held me closer to his encircled his arms around my torso.
"Tum bus yaha baithi Raho."
[You just sit here.]
He said in a heavy voice, his voice held strain, too much heaviness. I needed to get out of there. Away from him. I can't let the feelings overpower my senses.
He held cheeks and stared at my face lovingly.
"Hame jaane dijiye Thakur sahab."
[Let me go thakur sahab.]
I yanked his hand though I felt loved just by him looking at me. But we had no future, no love.
But I was still in his lap, if only we had a normal thing between us.
Just a bit of love.
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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.
