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chapter 6

After the deed, Ashok fell into a deep slumber, leaving me exhausted. It was already noon, and I knew I had to get moving. I got up and made my way to the bathroom, where a bucket of water awaited. I took a hasty bath and dressed in a beautiful orange net saree with a deep back blouse. I came back to the room, my hair still wrapped in a towel, and stood in front of the mirror, struggling with the knot of my blouse.

"This is just not working," I muttered, frustration seeping into my voice. I wanted to finish up quickly and get out of there before Ashok woke up again.

"Hussh... aj to me bach hi gayi," I whispered to myself, glancing at my reflection. My mind wandered to recent events. My maaji had blamed me for wanting to go to the lake, even though I hadn't suggested it. I wondered if her disapproval was because I came from a smaller family. Perhaps I was overthinking things.

Suddenly, I felt a warm touch on my back. I tensed, ready to scream, thinking it might be the cockroach again. But when I looked in the mirror, I saw Ashok—no longer the metaphorical "big cockroach" but a charming and handsome man.

"Jii, aap uth gaye?" I asked, feeling his hand on my back as he helped tie the knot of my blouse. His touch was unexpectedly sensual.

He kissed my back gently, and his hot breath sent shivers down my spine. "Me soya hi kab, meri jaan?" he murmured. Hearing him call me "jaan" made me feel like I was on cloud nine.

He began to kiss my neck and caressed my breast with his hand, massaging it softly. I turned to face him, overwhelmed by his handsome presence. "Bhagwan ji, why is he so handsome?" I thought, my heart racing.

As he continued to kiss me, I gently stopped him. "Jii, mujhe Ghar ke kaam karne hai. pehle se hi late ho gayi hoon. Jaane dijiye," I said, placing my hands on his broad chest.

He looked into my eyes, his gaze lingering on my lips. I tried to regain his attention, feeling his gaze pull me deeper into a swirl of emotions. He groaned softly.

"Jaao, lekin raat ko kya hoga, yeh mujhe nahi pata. Pehle bata deta hoon," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper as he came closer to my ear. "Mann to kar raha hai ki ye saree khol kar, tere haath band karke, khade khade tujhe bhar du," he said, licking my ear and tucking his fingers inside the saree plate.

I held his hand, my cheeks flushed and eyes wide with shock. "Jii, abhi nahi, mujhe jaane dijiye," I pleaded, looking down.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "To phir raat ko main ye sab kar sakta hoon, hmmm?" His voice was deep and seductive, making my legs go weak.

I shook my head, unable to respond. "Nahi, abhi nahi," I pleaded, trying to regain my composure.

He raised his voice slightly, making me nervous. "To phir bol, raat ko kar lo, hmmm?" His explicit talk made me blush and feel shy.

As a reflex, I nodded, feeling a mix of dread and anticipation. "Shit, I'm doomed," I thought.

"Think hi phir jaa," he said, his tone a blend of frustration and amusement. "Main bhi nikalta hoon, dekh ke aata hoon gaav mein kya ho raha hai."

Before leaving, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me deeply, then walked away, leaving me stunned and emotionally conflicted.

As Ashok left, the room felt oddly empty, yet his presence lingered in the air. My heart was still pounding from our exchange, his words echoing in my mind, leaving me flustered and a little disoriented. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "Main kya kar rahi hoon?" I whispered to my reflection, my cheeks still flushed. I couldn't deny the magnetic pull Ashok had over me, but there was an underlying fear that I couldn't shake off.

I hurriedly fixed my blouse, my fingers trembling slightly. I let my hair down, the wet strands falling over my back, and adjusted the pleats of my saree. The mirror reflected a woman who looked both beautiful and nervous, caught between desire and apprehension.

As I stepped out of the room, I could hear the distant sounds of the village coming to life. The sun was high, and I knew I had a long day ahead. But my thoughts kept drifting back to Ashok, to the way his touch had sent shivers through me, to the way his words had both thrilled and scared me.

Downstairs, I found Maaji in the kitchen, her stern face softening slightly as she saw me. But it didn't take long for her to revert to her usual self.

"Tum yeh kya pehen ke aayi ho?" she asked, her tone sharp. "Yeh rang tumpe acha nahi lagta, aur yeh blouse... kitna deep hai!"

I felt a pang of guilt and embarrassment. "Jii Maaji, agli baar dhyaan rakhungi," I mumbled, lowering my gaze.

She scoffed, clearly not satisfied with my response.

"Hamesha sirf baatein karti ho. Thoda apni izzat ka bhi dhyaan rakha karo," she snapped before turning back to her work.

I swallowed hard, feeling the sting of her words. It wasn't just about the saree or the blouse; it was everything. My place in this house, in this family, felt uncertain. I wasn't just Meera anymore; I was the bahu of this household, and every little thing I did was under scrutiny.

"Meera, yeh sab chhod kar jao aur baaki kaam dekho," she added, dismissing me with a wave of her hand.

I nodded and left the kitchen, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. As I walked out to the courtyard, I couldn't help but think of the night ahead. Ashok's words replayed in my mind, his promises of what he wanted to do sending a shiver down my spine. A part of me was excited, but another part was terrified of what was to come.

The day passed in a blur of chores and routine, but my mind was constantly pulled back to the evening. As the sun began to set, a sense of anticipation settled in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't concentrate, my thoughts returning to Ashok's heated whispers, his hands on my body, the way he had made me feel.

As the evening sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the village, Ashok made his way back home after a long day. The air was warm, filled with the familiar sounds of the village winding down for the night. He was looking forward to seeing Meera, thinking of how they might spend the evening together.

But as he neared the house, something felt off. There was an unusual silence in the air, a heaviness that made his steps falter. He frowned, quickening his pace, a sense of unease settling in his chest.

When he reached the courtyard, the sound of someone crying caught his attention. His heart skipped a beat. It was Deepa, his younger sister, still a student and the apple of his eye. She was supposed to be home by now, studying for her upcoming exams. But the sobs he heard were desperate, filled with pain and fear.

Ashok's heart pounded as he rushed inside. He found Deepa huddled in a corner of the living room, crying hysterically. Her books lay scattered around her, forgotten. Her face was buried in her hands, and her whole body shook with the intensity of her sobs.

"Deepa!" Ashok called out, his voice thick with worry as he knelt beside her. He gently touched her shoulder, trying to get her to look at him. "Kya hua? Tum aise kyon ro rahi ho? Kisne kuch kaha tumse?"

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