Sinister Affairs

Chapter 10

-: SHAMRAT :-

I looked back at Shri, and she had a smug look plastered to her face. The knife's handler smirked at me and titled her face, challenging me ... taunting me to take another step towards her.

This woman was seriously something. Feisty, and strong. Bold enough to point a knife at her husband on the second day of our marriage.

"Step back if you don't want a scar on your perfect body," she warned me and pressed the knife slightly. She was utterly foolish if she thought that, she pointing a knife at my chest, would stop me.

I shook my head and my lips twitched. She had no idea how many scars were carved on my body. I wasn't a leader just for the sake of name. I had enemies and I had been in dangerous situations too, a lot of time. Bullet wounds and knife scars were spread all thought out my body.

Just because my parents were the Pradhan of this village in past, it didn't mean that the position of Pradhan wasn just served to me on a silver platter. I had to work hard for it, run campaigns and fight against the opposition parties. And politics had never been a fair game.

The smug smile vanished from Shri's face when I started leaning more into her, the knife slit open my skin. It pricked sightly, but this was nothing. Her eyes turned horrified as droplets of blood escaped from the gash and my white kurta started turning light red.

Her face was masked with dread. To provoke her more, I inclined deeper into her and buried my face into the crook of her neck, inhlaing deeply. The knife was already plunged in my chest but it was swallow.

She shuddered in fear and whimpered out at my my pain. Shri knew that she couldn't pull the knife back because there wasn't any space. Nor could she drop it, cause that will tear apart my flesh. And she wasn't a heartless person. She wouldn't even harm a kitten by mistake, let alone me.

I was greedily taking in her redolence, with my nose running up and down the column of her neck, when she whimpered out, "Sha ... shamrat ji, please step back. Yo ... you are bleeding."

I softly bit her neck and she winced out, my hands rounding around her hips to secure her in my hold. Poking my tongue I soothed the tender spot and she sighed out. Shri was so fucking responsive that it would always turn me on.

I had been craving her since the first time I saw her. When she was standing there looking like an angel in a lemon yellow salwar kamiz. So preety, so lovely. And now that she was my wife, the urge inside me to have her in every way was growing every day.

I was just about to suck the spot when Mom's voice ranged behind the door.

"Shamrat?"

I quickly took a few steps back and swiftly grabbed the knife from Shri's hand, dropping it on the sink. Thank God, No blood had spilled on the floor. Shri hastily jumped down from the counter and I turned my face back on mom, feigning to wash my hands.

"Shamrat, why aren't you responding? I am calling you for so long," Mom inquired, walking into the kitchen. By that time Shri had somehow composed herself and the dupatta was back on her head, covering her neck. Her flushed face and red eyes were the only indication of the earlier events.

"I am washing my hands Mom. Tell your bahu (daughter-in-law) whatever you have to say," I responded, trying to wash the invisible dirt off my hands and signalled Shri to take Mom out of the dining room.

If she saw blood on my kurta, she would freak out and throw a fuss. And I didn't want Mom to know that my wife had a kink for my blood.

Shri quickly strode towards Mom and dragged her out the kitchen like an expert, changing the topic. I run my wet hands through my hair, and slipped back the locks that were falling on my forehead. Taking a deep breath, I looked down at the cut on my chest, which was a gift from my wife on our second day. Blood was still dripping out of the wound, and the chest part of the kurta had already started getting red. I shook my head, and looked back at the door.