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"Charche nashe ke chal rahe the main
zikr teri aankhon ka kr aaya, jab baat
sukoon ki chidi main baat teri bahoon
ka kr aaya"
~Avyaan
"Kaha se lau vo lafz Jo sirf tujhe sunai de
duni...
"majburi mein jab koi Juda hota hai jaruri nhi ki vo bewafa hota hai"
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"Then beg for it, biwi," his husky voice sent a shiver down her spine, making her heart race with a mix of fear and excitement.
Ignoring his statement, she attempted to rise with her hands bound, her cheeks ablaze with a deep crimson hue.
"Help me, na," she whimpered, her blush intensifying as his gaze roamed over her figure.
"Strip," he commanded with a mischievous grin, causing her eyes to widen. She longed for his touch, yet his current demeanor was unsettling, causing her inner desires to falter.
"What?" she exclaimed in response to his abrupt request. "Strip, biwi," he repeated with a serious expression, causing her to gulp nervously.
"How can I strip with my hands tied, patidev?" she asked innocently, a slight pout forming on her lips. Secretly, she knew exactly what she was provoking.
"Should I help, biwi?" he inquired in a seductive tone, leading her to believe he was referring to her dupatta.
"Yes, plea-" she began, but he interrupted with a husky voice, "in stripping," leaving her staring back at him with wide, doe-like eyes, a mix of apprehension and curiosity in her gaze.
She longed for his touch, yearning to progress in their marriage, but she knew he wouldn't act until she begged.
With a mischievous smirk hidden within, she pondered, 'So you want me to beg, patidev? Fine, let's see who gives in first.' With this notion, she spoke with an innocent yet seductive tone, "Sure, please help, patidev," her words laced with a hint of allure.
Approaching her, he guided her to stand by grasping her bound wrists. Though prepared for his next move, the fluttering butterflies in her stomach betrayed her nervousness.
"Should I strip with my hands?" he queried, rolling up his shirt sleeves. "Can you do it from the legs too?" she asked, only to receive a stern glare from him.
"I was jus-" she attempted to explain but halted as he knelt down, firmly holding her small waist from both sides, his intense gaze fixed on her, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within her.
"What are you doing?" she tried to pull away, but he held her tighter, his veins bulging, looking incredibly attractive as he gripped her slender waist. The intensity between them grew, sparking a magnetic connection. Her emotions swirled - fear, desire, and a touch of surrender to his allure. In that charged moment.
He moved his face towards her waist, gently grasping the cloth of her saree between his teeth, causing her to swallow hard in anticipation. With a deliberate yet tantalizing movement, he skillfully unraveled the tucked fabric from the petticoat, each pull sending a shiver down her spine. As the saree unfurled, cascading gracefully to the floor, her heart ceased its rhythm, breath caught in her throat, the intensity of the moment overwhelming her.
