Thakur's Hidden Desire | 18+

EPILOGUE

Blemished Desires will begin here from March. However, if you fulfill some targets, the story may resume sooner 😉

Inayat POV

Four years passed, and I gained so many experiences that I can't even count them on fingers. I didn't have Ammi here, but my husband took care of me as if he was my mother.

Yeah! This sounds weird, but who else can take better care of you than your mother, and for me, my husband is no less than her when it comes to taking care of me or babying me.

I grew up from a teenager girl to a woman in these years. I have learnt to socialize and respond properly when it comes to visiting people. I have my own friends now - the ones who are my well-wishers, and who know my family because of me.

I am glad to achieve all this in my life, and I'm grateful to Allah for sending chhote thakur into my life like a blessing.

Last night was one of our favourites as he had tied my wrists to the headboard while my face was facing the bed, and he was banging me from over me, his legs spreading mine to give him enough space to invade into me.

My long hair were brushing off the bedsheet, making the rose petals fall down on the ground with which he had bedecked the bed to celebrate my graduation. As we were done with it, I was resting my head peacefully on his bicep, while he was constantly imparting soft kisses all over my face - pampering and babying me again. We slept after a while, intertwined with one another

Today I am dressed in black, with the official convocation hat, and only I know how excited I'm today.

"Yes, ammi! She is glowing in this get-up."

I heard my husband's voice, who was talking to ammi on the video call. I turned around to look at her too.

"Ammi! Look at me."

I cheered excitingly, glancing at the screen. Ammi gaped at me with love and awe in her eyes.

"Awee! My daughter....you've grown so elegantly with Jai."

She asserted, making my cheeks turn pink. She never hesitates to mention him whenever she praises me. Well, she isn't wrong though. Whatever I've become today is all because of him.

"No doubt he is taking good care of her."

Armaan Bhai Jaan popped up suddenly, and spoke these words in a teasing tone. He and chhote thakur leave no chance of pulling each other's leg.

"Was it a taunt?"

My husband jeered him back, serving the breakfast on my plate as I took my seat on the dining table.

"A taunt and an appreciation.... together."

Bhai Jaan chiaked him back. Oh! They've started again. They are kids when it comes to quarrelling with one another and teasing each other.

Just when they were having their moment, my bhabhi jaan came up on the camera.

"Come on, show me my nephew. Bhabhi Jaan!"

I asked her in a cute tempting voice, and my little Rizwan walked up to the phone. He is just two years old now.

"Rizwan, see your phuphi."

Bhabhi Jaan told him, and he started holding the phone in his own ways - cutely, with a pout on his chubby face. I so badly want to kiss him now. He loves Jai a lot

"Phupho!!" He finally uttered, melting all of us together.

"He is so lovely." Jai spoke, and began talking to him in his baby voice. This is what Rizwan loves the most - his phupha's baby voice.