𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 - 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏.

"Didi, can I ask you something?" Tara asked cautiously.

"Yes, Bhabi, say."

"Ji, unka naam kya hai?" (What is his name?).

"Whose name?" Meera asked in confusion.

"Ji, his name?"

Something struck in Meera's mind, then teasingly said, "Whose name, Bhabi? Say it clearly."

"You know, didi, about whom I am asking."

"No, Bhabi, I don't know," Meera once again teased Tara.

"Ji, mere Pati ka naam" ( My husband's name).

Saying this, Tara was blushing, her face turning as red as a tomato.

"Bhabi, you don't know bhaiya's name till now?" asked Meera.

Tara didn't say anything.

"Okay, sorry, no more of this teasing. Achaa, listen, your husband's name is 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙃𝙑𝙄."

"You, Tara, and he is Prithvi," Meera said while combining their names.

"Bhabi, look at these, our childhood pictures," Meera showed an album to Tara containing family pictures.

"We are four brothers and two sisters; here in this picture, we're all together," said Meera.

While Tara was looking at something, she noticed and asked, "Didi, who is this?"

A flash of sadness crossed Meera's face.

"He is Jay Bhaiya, he was the loved one of all of us. If someone loved him the most, it was Prithvi Bhaiya, just like his own child. You know, Bhabi, Prithvi Bhaiya and Jay Bhaiya were identical twins. Both of them look same , but from birth, Jay Bhaiya couldn't walk, and Prithvi Bhaiya was his support. They are the elder among us," said Meera.

"So, where is Jay Bhaiya?" asked Tara.

"He is no more."

"I am sorry, I should have asked all this," Tara regretted unknowingly ruining Meera's mood.

"It's okay, Bhabi, it's not your fault. Let's forget all these things," said Meera, finally wiping away her tears.

"Tara, it's too late now; you should go and sleep. Tomorrow you have to wake up early," Kusum said while entering with a glass of milk.

"Soyenge toh tab Maa jab bhaiya sone denge bhabi ko," Meera said teasingly.

(She'll sleep only when Bhaiya allows her to sleep Maa.)

"Shut up, you dumbo! From very long time, you are teasing Tara," Kusum scolded Meera.

"Tara beta, take this glass and go to your room, okay," said Kusum.

Tara, while taking the glass of milk with her, went upstairs and came in front of the room with a huge curved wooden door. Pushing it slightly, she saw Prithvi, looking at some papers with immense concentration.

Quietly, she stepped inside not to disturb him. The room was huge, with a large-sized bed containing soft, plush pillows and large windows with a balcony. The breeze flowed inside the room, and the only oil lamp kept on the desk where Prithvi was working.

"What happened?" Tara got startled at Prithvi's sudden question.

"Ji, woh Maaji ne aapke liye doodh bheja hai."

( Mother-in-law sent milk for you.)

"Hmm, keep it here," said Prithvi.

Tara placed the glass on the desk. Unsure of what to do next, she stood in silence until Prithvi spoke again.

"You go to sleep; I have some work to do."

After this, Tara took out a simple yellow cotton saree, went inside the bathroom to freshen up and change her clothes. After braiding her hair she settled herself on one side of the bed near the window, and sleep overtook her due to tiredness, the soothing breeze, and the warmth of the cozy duvet.

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In the middle of the night, as her sleep became lighter and she became aware of her surroundings, she felt as if someone was behind her, and a large hand was pressing against her clothed breast.

Soon, she was made turned on her back, and the duvet was removed from her upper body.

She was so deep in sleep that her mind didn't react immediately. Although her sleep had become lighter, she felt like she couldn't wake up even if she wanted to.

The cold air hit her skin and made her shiver; the hooks of her blouse opened, releasing her soft breasts. His cold hands once started to molded her breasts, especially the nipples, which hadn't yet become erect, and he took one of them inside his warm mouth, feeling the soft, butter-like nipple on his tongue.

"Uff, it feels like I never release them from my tongue." thought Prithvi.

He just couldn't control but chewed the soft nipple of hers. His hands worked on her saree pleats, and soon the saree was left abandoned on the floor. Losing the knots of the petticoat, he threw that too while still chewing her nipple. Now, Tara was lying void of clothes, and the duvet was no more on her. His board large hand cupped her clothed core.

Removing the last barrier his fingertips spread her vaginal lips and touched her soft bud. A small moan-like sound came from Tara in protest. In her sleep, her mind couldn't register that it was her husband, and she thought someone was forcing on her.

Tara is bound in her sleep, feeling as if someone has made her unconscious. She senses a state of paralysis, aware of the actions occurring on her body but unable to protest. For Prithvi, she appears to be in deep sleep, unaware of what Tara is going through.

Soon, he inserted his finger inside her core, the wetness coating his finger. As his finger started to go deeper, Tara woke up abruptly, breathing heavily, as if she had just run away from somewhere to save herself.

The entire room was dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of moonlight.

Prithvi, alarmed, withdrew his hand from Tara's core and gently patted her cheek.

"Tara, what happened?"

Tara was unable to respond, lost in her thoughts. Prithvi helped her to sit and offered a glass of water. Tara sipped the cold liquid, slowly regaining her composure.

"Can you tell me what happened all of a sudden?" Prithvi asked her.

"I don't know," she replied, lying back and covering herself with the duvet, not really concerned about being naked. Exhaustion had taken over her.

After a few minutes, Tara felt more relaxed, but Prithvi remained restless. He kept changing his position on the bed, and there was no sign of sleep in his eyes because he couldn't satisfied his desire.

Giving a look at Tara who was sleeping, he wrapped his arm around her and once again played with her nipple and started to give bites on her back. Tara woke up once again, not really wanting this torment to continue, but unwillingly turned towards him, giving a sign for him to ravish her and end this quickly.

Not wasting a second, his mouth took over her breast, and his hand once again moved to her core, making her aroused. Traveling his mouth towards her core, he, like a beast, bit her sensitive clit.

"Aahha," Tara yelped in pain.

Thrusting his finger as much as he could, he hit her A spot, making her climax instantly. Drinking every drop of her juice, like a thirsty man finding water in the desert.

Not waiting for more than a minute, he thrust his length into her small core, the always painful part Tara had to endure.

In this way, his torment continued until he was satisfied.

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Tara woke up abruptly, fearing she might be late for the morning prayers. The night was still shrouded in dense fog. The echoing tick-tock of the clock resonated through the room. Despite the difficulties, she managed to glimpse the time - it was 3:20 am.

Her partially closed eyes opened instantly; she was getting late. Trying to free herself from Prithvi's hold proved challenging still getting out of his hold somehow, a sharp pain in her abdomen forced her to sit back on the bed. Nevertheless, she managed to pick up her abandoned clothes, hastily grabbing fresh ones as she rushed to take a bath.

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𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙐𝙀𝘿...