BALRAJ SINGH THAKUR x MANDAKINI MATHUR
BOOK 1 OF 'THAKUR SERIES' 🔥
(The genre is Erotica, so read only if you are eligible and interested)
(Trigger Warning ⚠️ : The book contains mentions of religious tension and communal riots, with strong langua...
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Balraj POV
I don't know why her mere voice is enough to arouse me today. I think I'm becoming fine now because earlier I did not even have the strength to think about getting intimate with her.
My entire life is hers. She devoted herself completely to me in the past few months. Perhaps our relationship was weak earlier, but now it has grown strong, with no chances of further misunderstandings.
"Hm! I will eat every inch of you today."
I groaned near her ear, and she giggled in my arms. Suddenly her fingers traced my chest, where her name was written and her eyes significantly gathered water in them.
"Priye!"
I groaned in a low voice, brushing off those pearls of her cheeks.
"Why did you do this, Raj?"
She asked me, holding my wrist. My forearm had a faded mark of the initials of her name. I had engraved it on my skin when I was becoming psychotic.
"I don't remember when I did it."
I replied, glancing at her eyes and lips. She looks a little pale to me, probably because she doesn't rest these days.
"I'm sorry for not listening to you."
She apologized to me, pecking that healed wound on my forearm. Her butt placed comfortably on my thighs, our faces just an inch apart now.
"And I'm sorry for not trusting you."
I mumbled to hear, pecking her forehead softly. She looked at me with a hopeful gaze, and smiled meekly.
"I'm sorry for hiding my pregnancy."
She muttered, pecking my name that marked my chest. I happily exhaled, and kissed her cheek deeply.
"I'm sorry to play that filthy betrayal game."
I spoke to her, remembering how I had denounced our relationship within a moment, without giving a second thought.
"I'm sorry for not forgiving you."
She whispered, her lips began sucking my Adam's apple.
"I'm sorry for not being available for you and....my little flower."
I grunted in a heavy throaty voice, recalling the scene that I had witnessed when both my wife and daughter were lying in the pool of their blood. A lone tear fell down my cheeks.
"I want her, Raj. Please."
She implored me, her eyes shed tears too.
"Not before you graduate. You're just twenty, my babygirl. Grow first. She will come back to us. Don't worry."
