Thakur's Hidden Desire | 18+

66. Birthday Gifts

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Inayat POV

He went downstairs, and I quickly barged into the bathroom to get a quick lukewarm bath. I removed the waist chain from my waist, and placed it back into the box safely. He has especially brought it to tie it around me when we make love. He is kinky, like me!

He has painted such a beautiful portrait of mine. The detailing was still left to be done, but the basics were amazing, more than I could ever expect. I had no idea that I would get married to a

Bedecking myself in the baby pink one piece dress, I brushed my hair I ran downstairs. My eyes widened, and heart skipped a beat gawking at the arrangements done in the mansion.

So all of them did it after I left for my room in the night. How could I be so blessed, Allah? I thanked Him while descending down the stairs, where Balraj bhaiya, Dhanraj bhaiya, Mandakini bhabhi, Ragini bhabhi, little Mandiru, Ma, Ammi, Rukhsaar appi, bhai Jaan and my husband were waiting for me.

I rushed to my Bhai Jaan, and hugged him instantly, with tears in my eyes.

"Bhai Jaan!" I mumbled, his arms tightened around me.

"Happy birthday, Inu..my bachha, my doll. I missed you so much"

He wished me, brushing off my tears and pecking my forehead and cheeks.

"I know Bhai Jaan. Chhote thakur told me about you."

I muttered, and gradually broke the hug. Holding his palms, I planted kisses on the back of his palms.

"Yeah! But he missed you more."

He replied with a soothing smile. God! He wasn't angry at the mention of my husband's name, instead he is telling me about how my husband missed me more than him.

"We cannot compare our love for her, Aru."

Chhote thakur interrupted him, and I smiled slightly wondering how beautifully both of them are bonded now.

"Oh God! No more sadness. Happy birthday Inu...let her enjoy her day."

Dhanraj bhaiya intervened as all of us were getting emotional. He lightened up our mood within a second, because he was holding Mandira's finger. The little cutie was standing on her own, and could walk holding someone's finger.

"Exactly! Happy birthday, Inayat. Come and celebrate with us."

Ragini bhabhi said, and the servants arranged the cake on the table, bringing it on the trolley tray.

"The cake is ready for our Inu."

Mandakini bhabhi cheered, and after receiving wishes from everyone, I held the wooden knife in my hand, and held my husband wrist to pull him closer. We cut the cake together, and started stuffing it in the mouths of our family members. I offered the cakes to the servants as well, but deep down I was hurt and feeling guilty for them.

Many of their loved ones have lost their lives because of me. The smile on my face disappeared drastically recalling the dead bodies of people in Katra, chhoti ammi and wondering about the dead workers.

"Inayat! I have a gift for you."

Balraj bhaiya groaned, holding my shoulder and I turned around to see him. He glanced at the door of the hall, and pointed his index finger there. My gaze followed it and I saw many people coming inside.