"Master, just fuck me so hard that I can cum on your face."
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" 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐒𝐄, 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 ( 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 ) "
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Abhim...
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As the first light of dawn filtered into the room, I stirred from my sleep and awoke to the sight of Shivnya beside me. The realization that I had finally married the love of my life filled me with an overwhelming sense of joy. She was mine, solely mine. Seeing her sleeping peacefully, like a delicate cocoon, brought a tender smile to my face. She was sleeping on the edge of the bed, perhaps still hesitant to come closer. I understand.
I gently crawled over to her and placed a soft hand on her waist, pulling her towards me. She was in a deep, untroubled slumber. As I drew her nearer, her shirt slipped slightly, revealing a small, dark bruise on her left cleavage. I knew it hadn't been there yesterday. I made a mental note to ask her about it later. Tenderly, I covered her with the blanket and left for the gym.
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When I returned to our room, the bed was empty, and the blanket neatly arranged. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. I sat on the bed, waiting patiently for Shivnya to emerge.
After half an hour, I knocked on the door. "Shivnya, come out soon. I need to change too."
"Thank God you're here! Please, come inside," she called out, slightly exasperated. I entered to find her in her shapewear and blouse, which clung to her figure beautifully.
"What's wrong, Shivnya?" I asked gently.
"I'm trying to drape this saree, but..." she trailed off, frustrated.
"It's not happening?" I guessed, seeing her struggle with the pink tissue saree.
"Yes," she admitted, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.
"I'll call Mom or Chachi," I suggested.
"Nooo, nooo!" she protested vehemently.
"Why not?" I asked, puzzled.
"Actually, I can't face them after what I did yesterday," she said, guilt clouding her eyes.
"But you didn't do anything wrong, and Mom won't think anything of it," I tried to reassure her, but she was adamant.
"Even so, please don't call anyone. I'll try to fix it," she insisted.
"You don't have to stress about it. I know how to drape a saree," I said with a smile.
She frowned, her curiosity piqued. "How do you know?"
"Shall I show you?" I asked, and she nodded. I took the saree from her and started making the pleats.
"Tell me," she demanded, her annoyance making her even more adorable.
"Actually, my father used to help my mother, and my chachu too. They taught us how to drape a saree so we could help our future wife," I explained, expertly adjusting the pleats.
