Thakur's videshi biwi

4. Their marriage and his dirty words 🔞

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**Jenny's POV:**

As sun rose, I stirred, feeling his warm breath on my neck. His hand ✋ is on my one boob. Carefully, I slipped out of his embrace, my eyes tracing the lines of his muscular body. His abs were a perfect sight, making my heart flutter. He covered his shirt on my body last night as I was feeling uncomfortable.He looked so serene, almost childlike, in his sleep.

I gently tapped his shoulder, and his eyes slowly opened, still heavy with sleep.

"Can I ask you something?" I whispered.

He nodded, barely awake.

"People say that love makes you capable of anything. What would you do for your love?"

His eyes sharpened, and he sat up, gazing at me intently. Without a word, he stood and left the room, leaving me in a confusion and disappointment. Perhaps he was just like everyone else.

I went to my room, closing the door behind me. I needed clarity, so I turned on the shower 🚿, letting the water wash away my frustration and uncertainty. After bathing, a knock on the door startled me. I opened it to find him standing there, his expression unreadable.

"Get ready and come with me," he said, his voice firm.

His sudden change in voice, making me felt heart break. He dressed in traditional attire and led me to a temple.

The climb ahead was so far, with over a 1000 steps stretching before us. I didn't think I could reach it. Before saying something

Without a word, he carried me into his arms. His strong arms wrapped around me, providing both support and comfort.

Step after step, he carried me upwards, each movement filled with determination and tenderness. The weight of his exhaustion and the strain on his face became more evident with every step, yet he didn't falter.

Finally, we reached the 999th step. Gently, he set me down on the final step. Tears welled up in my eyes as I saw his tired, sweaty face.

"Mujhe shadi karegi?" he asked, kneeling before me.

I nodded, overwhelmed with emotion. His actions spoke louder than words. He took a yellow thread from the goddess's altar and tied it around my neck. Tears streamed down my face as I hugged him tightly.

[ Pure imagination 😜 , I want all of my followers to get a husband like him ]

"How do you feel, my ardhangini?" he asked softly.

I blushed, feeling a rush of love and gratitude. This unexpected journey had bonded us in a way I never imagined. I knew I had to share this moment with my brother and Shourya.

"Please, sit down. You must be exhausted," I urged, guiding him to sit beside me.

We sat together on the temple steps, feeling the moment. This day would be stored in my memory forever. We took the blessings of the gods, and he gently filled the parting of my hair with red powder, sealing our union.

Coming to India had been the best decision of my life.

I wondered what he saw in me, what drove him to do this. But I didn't need to ask. His actions spoke volumes. We were alone in the temple, as he had arranged. We went to left from the temple to a Dharmashala. He informed Shourya about our marriage, and Shourya arrived quickly, his shock evident.

Shourya advised us to keep our marriage a secret until the other ceremonies were completed to avoid conflicts. We agreed, and I used a scarf to cover the thread around my neck. Together, Shourya, my husband 🙈, and I returned to the palace.

James cames towards hugging me tightly.

" Why didn't you tell me you went to temple, you know how scared I got ,. Jenny never do this , okay "

I promised him . I know shourya said him about this. James looking at weirdly. He touched my head.

" What all this red colour, Jenny "

He asked me.

" They are part of our rituals, James "

Vikram explained him . James nodded. I need to tell about our marriage to him , but not at this moment.

We had our Lunch. It's already 3'O clock . I didn't see Vikram anywhere. Where did he went ?

I decided to suprise him .

Tadaaww

Saree , I wear this the help of aunties. James said I look like an angel. I covered my mangalsutra with the additional jewellery.

Everyone complimented me but I am for that one person....

" What magic did you do on my brother"

Shourya asked me . How can I answer the person who did the magic is his brother only.

" I never think that my best friend will become my bhabhi, Anyhow I am very happy with marriage"

I felt relief after hearing him

" Shourya , where is he "

I asked him with my shyness. He said he will come after 20 mintues. I waited him......

The door of my room was unlocked, revealing him. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw me in a saree. He stood still, like a statue, unable to move.

"Say something. Will you stand there all day?" I asked softly, walking towards him, my heart pounding. What happened to him?

He finally found his voice. "Do you know how you look?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder. I looked at him, confused.

"Like Lakshmi Devi! Meri devatha , meri jaan," he whispered, his eyes shines with admiration. In one swift motion, he lifted me by my legs and spun me around the room. His happiness was beyond and I couldn't help but laugh at his joyous gestures.

He gently set me down on the bed, his touch tender. Sitting near my feet, he took out a pair of anklets from his pocket and delicately placed them around my ankles.

"You made them more beautiful, Jenny," he said, his voice filled with awe as he kissed my ankles.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at him, my heart overflowing with emotion.

"Vikram, before you, it was just James and me. My life felt incomplte, like I was searching for something I couldn't name. But then you came into my life, and everything changed. You brought light into my darkness, and love into my loneliness. I've never felt so cherished, so deeply loved before. You are a blessing from my parents, a gift I never expected but desperately needed. I love you, Vikram, more than words can ever express," I confessed, tears streaming down my face, overwhelmed by the depth of his love.

He cupped my face in his hands, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Jenny, you are my everything," he whispered, his voice breaking.

He kissed my forehead gently, and our foreheads touched, savoring the intimacy of the moment. In that quiet embrace, I felt a profound connection, knowing that this was the love I had always dreamed of.

" But why did you gave anklets, I never wear them before "

I asked him .

"1st reason Your feet looks so beautiful when wear them

Second reason is

He came near my ears

They sound ethereal when you moan while I am fucking you 👿"

I grasped at his dirty words hit on his shoulder.

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