Thakur's Healer | 18+ ✅

Bonus 1 : The Wrestler's Romance🌶️

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Ragini POV

It's been two years since we became parents, and my Thakur ji has worked really well with his body in the last four years. We've had many sexual encounters after Mandiru's birth, but whenever he works with mud, while wrestling, I feel wet in my south.

Though I'm quite open with him regarding my wishes, but won't he find me too kinky if I say that I want to be taken by him on the mud? The Wrestler's arena is a sacred place, but we can still do it somewhere else - just in mud. God! I need to stop.

He has made me like him, otherwise I didn't even know all this, but the feeling I have for him is contradictory - kinky and sacred. The words don't go well together, but it is what it is.

Baby Mandiru is peacefully sleeping now, and I'm gawking at the muddy surface, which isn't a proper arena, but he practices there. As I was about to turn back, I felt him nudging his nose in the crook of my neck.

"Thakur ji!" I called him in a low and shy voice.

"Umhh!" He groaned sexily. His tongue gently slurped over my neck, and I giggled.

"Is my baby bull tired?" I asked him, biting on my lips coyly.

"Your baby bull wants to know what my Jaana is thinking?"

He asked me, now proceeding towards my earlobe, and gently sucking on it.

"Umhh.... nothing!" I moaned, and tried to tell a lie, though I wanted him to take me on that mud - under the open sky.

"Oh really! Then why is she blushing so much?"

He questioned me again, and my fingers ran through his hair, stroking it gently. I think I should tell him about my desires, like I've always done. But it somewhere affects me now, like I feel shy unlike earlier when I didn't understand the consequences of expressing my desires. This is why he used to gawk at me when I uttered those words.

"I wonder how intense it would be....if we do it...umm!"

I tried to speak, but he began sucking my earlobe, prompting me to moan all of a sudden.

"On the mud!" He groaned, making my head snap into his direction.

"You read my mind, thakur ji!"

I uttered in a shocked voice. He always understands what I want, and I don't decipher how he does that.

"You are an open book, Jaana. You cannot hide your feelings from me."

He muttered softly, turning my body slowly towards him, and eventually embracing me lovingly.

Sometimes I wonder how drastically he has changed over the last three years. He was a mess before that - a storm that held the potential to uproot cities at once, and now he is the calm breeze which nourishes everyone it touches.

"What if Mandira wakes up?"

I asked him, my fingers still massaging his head.

"She won't, and even if she does, Ma will handle her because the first person she searches for is Ma."

He assured me. Oh! So this is why she is sleeping with ma today. Her father must have manipulated her to do so. Well, its good for tonight as I'm craving his touch badly at this moment.

"Aiyaaa!"

A low moan slipped off my mouth, as he lifted me up in a bridal style, and started walking down to that dry muddy area. Luckily, this region is attached to our room, so no family member could see us there, and the people who practice with him, return to their homes by evening. It was just us now!