Married to Thakur Saheb

Mature themes | 18+ | 80s romance
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"Door hato varna ye chhadi se peet dungi main tumko bhondu ram"
Move away or I'll beat you with this stick, you foolish man.

She glared at me with her big beautiful eyes.

And yes, she calls me bhondu ram because I have not told her my real identity.

I am so mesmerised by the way she carries herself, so soft yet so intense. She felt like a flowing river, calm from above but holding the most devastating currents within.

I cleared my throat and mumbled with a pout, "Arey thoda sa hath lag gaya aapke hath ko... galti se..... maaf kardo.."
I just accidentally touched your hand a little... forgive me...

I held both my ears with my hands while looking at her.

Every man in fifty villages would collectively get a heart attack if someone told them that Thakur AbhiUday Singh was holding his ears in front of someone.

But she was different because she was Sona.

My calmness in this cruel world.

I looked up at her and she huffed, the frown on her beautiful face still intact as she glared at me again warning, "Dubara agar mujhe chhua to main tumhe isi naal me dubo kar maar dungi or uske pehle chhadi se peetungi bhi"
If you touch me again, I will drown you in this canal itself and before that I'll beat you with this stick too.

I bobbed my head up and down saying, "Nahi chhunga.... kabhi bhi nahi.. ye bhi galti se ho gaya"
I won't touch you... never again... this also happened by mistake.

"Mujhe chhune ka hak sirf mere pati ka hoga... or kisi ka nahi.. smajhe"
Only my husband will have the right to touch me... no one else... understood?

She said and began walking ahead as we were going to steal mangoes from the nearby field because madam ji wanted to eat mangoes.

Her words kept ringing in my head... and I smiled...

'Chhune ka hak sirf pati ka hai....hmm...' My heart screamed.
'Only husband can touch...hmm..'

'Relax yaar' I said to my heart.

TROPES
chaotic fl x introvert ml
slow burn romance
mature themes
dirty talks