"Haath ko bacha ke Rajeev. "
[ careful with the hand Rajeev.]
He nodded like a child and cling to her shoulder. He relaxed a bit. And soon took a deep breath. She patted his back and once he was all relaxed she asked him to continue.
"Unhey bahut pyaar karte the mere pita. Lekin unhone~ main sirf 6 Saal ka tha~ apne aashiq ke saath chali gyi~ "
[My dad loved her a lot. But she~ I was just 4 year old~ she went away with her lover~]
She embraced him tightly and mumbled comfortably in his ears. He nuzzldd on her chest. He was controlling his hiccups and his tears had already made her blouse wet.
She realised that this was the sole reason for him not trusting her, also all the false rumors that those bastards spread was enough for him to doubt her. Though him calling her a slut was wrong, but the way he made those bastards transport to hell made her Calm. They deserved it.
She knew it was not good to ask him anything. She lied down on the mattress and pulled him on top of her. He rested his head on her chest. She caressed his hair lovingly.
For the first time after their marriage she realised, he need her more than she needed her.
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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.
