𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 - 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏.

In the spacious night-time room, Prithvi, clad in only a dhoti, sat at his desk engrossed in writing, with a bottle of liquid ink placed nearby. An oil lamp cast a soft glow, providing the sole source of illumination. The room's vastness was evident, and a torch in the corner, known as a Mashal, contributed to lighting, dispersing its warm radiance throughout the entire space.

Meanwhile, Tara, having combed her long black hair and secured it in a neat bun, began the task of changing the bedsheets and pillow covers.

Tonight, Manik chose to sleep with his grandparents, a routine Tara found a bit sad, but she hoped it would change over time, Manik would become accustomed to sleep with his maa baba.

The gentle breeze flowed through the room, creating a serene atmosphere. Prithvi, having set aside his pen, meticulously arranged the papers and filed them. Leaning back in his chair, his gaze remained fixed on Tara, observing her every move.

As Prithvi observed Tara working, his eyes lingered on her olive-colored skin and bare waist. Tara, not fair-skinned, also did not possess a dusky complexion.

A hunger ignited within him as Tara arranged the pillows. Suddenly, she felt his arm wrap around her waist from behind. Her cool, fresh body, evidence that she had taken a bath recently, pressed against his broad chest. His warm breath tickled her skin as his lips pressed against the crook of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

"Suniye, mere kuch aur kaam karna baki hai, abhi ke liye chodiye," she said softly and lowly.

(I have some other work to do, please leave for now).

As Tara tried to extricate herself from his hold, his arm tightened around her, while his other hand squeezed one of her hips.

"You are not going anywhere," he whispered huskily, biting her earlobe.

Once again, his lips trailed along her neck, sucking and biting, leaving a love bite in their wake.

He made her turn to face him, still keeping her in his hold, as he dipped his face into her neck region, trailing his lips and leaving love bites, while her hand rested on his chest. Tara, standing in Prithvi's embrace, leaned backward slightly as his lips continued their journey along her skin.

Removing the saree folds from her chest, letting them flow down, he dipped his face into her cleavage. Leaving angry bite marks, he licked them to ease the pain. Making her lay down, he opened her saree pleats, untied her petticoat, and finally removed her panty, spreading her legs wide open for him.

Parting her vulva lips, he held her thighs in position, not allowing her to move. As his breath brushed against her core, she tightened her grip on the bedsheet. His lips teasingly brushed against her core, igniting a fiery sensation throughout her body. With each pass of his wet tongue over her core, her abdomen knotted with anticipation.

Without warning, he thrust his finger inside her, curling it expertly, sending her over the edge.

But suddenly, he halted his actions, preventing her climax from coming. She felt a sense of incompleteness, as if something had been abruptly struck inside her , leaving her feeling frustrated and irritated.

Hovering over her, he began to undo the hooks of her blouse, discarding it carelessly onto the floor. As he reached out to cup her breasts, her fingers wrapped around his wrist, halting his advances.

"Please don't," she pleaded softly, her voice filled with pain. "They're swollen, and it's hurting a lot."

He glanced down at her breasts, taking in their swollen and saggy appearance. A smirk formed at the corner of his lips, his desire evident in his eyes as he gazed upon them. These were the breasts he desired, the ones he wanted to taste and mold in his hands.

Ignoring Tara's pleas, he pinned both of her hands beside her head and took one of her soft nipples between his teeth, stretching the whole breast as if he was going to tear it. "Aahaa," Tara cried in pain, feeling like her breast was being torn apart from her body. The pain intensified as he began to chew her breast.

"Please stop, it's... it's unbearable," her eyes blurred with tears, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

He repeated the assault on her other breast, pinning both her hands above her head with one hand while his other hand went towards her core. This time, he thrust his two fingers inside her, once again making her go on edge while still chewing her nipple.

Tara's toes curled as she felt her climax approaching, her inner walls clutching his fingers.

"Don't you dare release it," his husky voice commanded. Tara's insides were clashing.

Instantly, he opened his lowers and thrust his length inside, the vaginal walls that had been clutching his fingers now clutching his length. His fast pace couldn't make her hold her climax, and with a loud moan, she released her climax. Sweat beads formed on her forehead as his length, coated with her climax inside, acted as a lubricant, increasing his pace until he finally collapsed over her, releasing his warm cum inside her.

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In the dimly lit room, two bodies lay intertwined on the bed. Her bare back was firmly pressed against his chest as his hand rested on her belly, tracing soft creases over her skin. Slowly, his hand trailed down, caressing her inner thighs, and swiftly inserted between them to touch her soft clit, moving his fingers in a circular motion. She could feel him getting hard against her hips, the anticipation building between them.

He made her lie on her back as he hovered over her, wrapping her legs around his waist to allow for deeper penetration. The heat between them intensified as their bodies melded together, consumed by the primal desire that enveloped them.

With his pace quickening, he was on the brink of releasing his warm cum when they heard a familiar call at their room door.

Tara gently pushed him away and whispered, "Suniye, Manik aaya hai."

(Listen, it's Manik here.)

Feeling a bit irritated at the interruption, he couldn't reach his climax. Hastily, he wrapped his dhoti cloth around his waist to cover his lower body and went to open the door.

As he opened it, he saw Manik, who was crying."What happened, Manik, my boy?" Prithvi asked, scooping Manik into his arms.

Manik buried his face in Prithvi's neck, crying inconsolably. Concern etched across Prithvi's face, he closed the door and carried Manik into the room. Tara, who was tying her hair into a bun after wearing back her clothes roughly heard Manik's cries and rushed to his side.

"Manik, what's wrong, betaji? Why are you crying?" Tara asked, her voice filled with concern. Upon hearing Tara's voice, Manik instinctively reached for his mother's arms. Tara quickly gathered him into her embrace and began to rub his back, trying to soothe him.

Manik, unable to express his emotions through hugs, he tried to tightened his embrace around Tara, conveying his need for comfort. Tara understood his silent plea and held him tightly against her. As Manik started to hiccup from crying, Prithvi quickly fetched a glass of water and handed it to Tara. She gently helped Manik drink the water, noticing his flushed face from crying.

"Let's take him to the balcony; his face has turned red," Tara suggested, her voice filled with concern.

Prithvi opened the curtains, allowing the soothing breeze to flow into the room. Tara, with Manik in her arms and Prithvi by her side, stepped out onto the balcony bathed in moonlight. Tara continued to rub Manik's arms gently, offering him comfort. Once Manik began to calm down, Prithvi spoke to him again.

"Manik, my dear, please tell us what happened?"

As Manik gradually calmed down in Tara's comforting embrace, his breathing began to steady. However, his eyes were still filled with fear and confusion.

"Manik, sweetheart, what happened? Why were you crying so much?" Tara asked softly, her voice filled with concern.

Manik hesitated for a moment, his tiny hand immature hand tried to clutch onto the fabric of Tara's saree as if seeking reassurance. Then, with a trembling voice, he began to recount his terrifying dream.

"Maa, Baba... both of you were lying in a pool of something red just like when I get injured and something red flow from my leg," Manik whispered, his eyes wide with horror. "And someone took me away from both of you... I was so scared, Maa."

Tara's heart sank at Manik's words, and she held him even closer, her own eyes brimming with tears. Prithvi, too, felt a pang of sadness and worry at the thought of Manik's distressing dream.

"It's okay, Manik. It was just a bad dream," Prithvi said soothingly, his voice gentle yet reassuring. "Maa and Baba are right here with you, safe and sound. You're not alone, beta."

Tara nodded in agreement, pressing a tender kiss to Manik's forehead. "That's right, sweetheart. We're all here together, and we'll keep you safe," she whispered, her voice filled with love and warmth. "You don't need to be afraid."

A few minutes later, there was an urgent knock on their door, prompting Prithvi to answer it. Opening the door he saw his mother Kusum, her face etched with panic.

"What happened, Maa?" he inquired, concern evident in his voice.

"Beta, when I woke up, Manik wasn't by my side. I searched for him everywhere," Kusum explained anxiously.

"No need to worry, he's here," Prithvi reassured, stepping aside to reveal Manik to Kusum.

"Thank God. But what happened to him?" she asked, her worry not fully assuaged.

"Nothing serious. He had a bad dream. We'll talk about it later," Prithvi replied, trying to alleviate her concerns.

After Kusum left and Prithvi locked the door, he joined Tara's side, silently offering his support.

With Tara and Prithvi's comforting words, Manik began to relax. As the gentle breeze of the night enveloped them, they stood together on the balcony, united in their love and protection for one another.

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