"Kal subah tak intezar karvaogi?" He muttered, and I lowered my gaze, shaking. No matter what happened, how could I get used to his rough behaviour? Especially since he was so much more powerful, experienced, and older. I felt tiny under his heated gaze.

(Will you make me wait until tomorrow morning?)

"Maaf kijiye..." I whispered, "A-abhi aane wali thi-"

(I'm sorry... I was just about to come up-)

He took the glass of milk from my hand. I watched in surprise as he gulped it down. His Adam's Apple bobbed at the gesture, making me swallow in fear. He wiped his lips on the edge of his sleeve and handed the empty glass to his Mother.

"Maa, aap jaake so jaiye. Der ho rahi hai."

(Maa, you can go to bed. It's getting late.)

Hesitant, Maa Ji nodded and turned to leave. Bhairav Ji's movements suddenly felt like they had slowed down. His piercing eyes were on mine as he bent lower. His strong arms wrapped around me, and my breath hitched while being lifted into the air. My eyes widened. Without warning, he had thrown me over his shoulder.

I clutched the back of my husband's kurta, panting in agony. What was he doing? Why was he carrying me? Why was he being such a tyrant?

"Neeche rakh dijiye, Thakur saheb. Haath jodti hu!" I was on the verge of tears, but Bhairav Ji ignored all my pleas. "Zyada shor math macha." It was the only warning he gave as he carried me up the stairs. I wasn't that light. I was aware.

(Please put me down, Thakur saheb. I'm begging you!)

(Don't make noise.)

He took me into the bedroom and tossed me on the bed. I was panting, nervous, fearful... There were so many emotions that coursed through my veins, but my husband appeared so calm. He walked towards the door casually. One hand unbuttoning his Kurta, another locking us in the room.

When he turned to look at me again, I withdrew my feet and hid them under the lush fabric of my sari. My husband lifted my veil. He rested his hands on either side of me, leaning towards my face. I could see his golden chain dangling. There was an awful smell of alcohol that he gave off, and I looked away.

Bhairav Ji leaned forward, his nose brushing my cheek.

"Ab chumma nahi dogi pati ko?"

(Now you won't give your husband a kiss?)

I looked at him this time, glared almost, but my gaze didn't waver. For the past few years, I had been desperate to be in this position. But now I was angry that he had been teasing me from the moment he came home.

There were specks of grey in his beard and hair. I noticed it only as he cupped my face in my palms. His eyes were dark and lustful. "Kitna haseen hai meri gilehri..." He whispered seductively, leaning closer. I gulped, leaning back.

(My little squirrel is so beautiful...)

He almost grinned, seeing how I was cowering, "Ijaazat dogi, Sanjana? Tumhare jism ne toh pagal kar rakha hai..."

(Will you give me permission, Sanjana? Your body has driven me mad...)

My face flushed in that moment. Maybe he wasn't entirely a monster. But god, he was so tempting. The arrogance and pride that he held. I wanted to rip it apart, even though I knew that I couldn't. He had claimed me from the first day we met, and now, this false act of asking my permission... he was simply mocking me. I wasn't that naive to give in to him entirely.

I wanted to claim him as well. He was my husband. My Thakur.

My desire overtook everything, and I pressed our lips together. The kiss was wet, deep, and passionate. Bhairav Ji's tongue forced its way into my mouth, and I could taste the bitter alcohol in his saliva. I was pushed down on the bed without breaking the kiss.

Bhairav Ji held the back of my neck, his thumb caressing my cheek as we deepened the kiss. I panted badly and coughed when he pulled back. I thought he'd give me more time to catch my breath. In one swift movement, he pulled his kurta over his head and threw it to the side. Just the sight of his toned chest made my body tremble. He never once looked away from me.

I felt his rough hand squeeze down on my neck. A gasp escaped me as he kissed me again, even more ferociously. My husband pulled the pallu off my chest.

"A-aah! Ji bas~!"

(A-aah! Ji please~!)

I squirmed beneath him as he kissed my neck. Each kiss felt like he was branding me as his. Wet, powerful, making me tingle all over... I didn't want the torment to stop. Impatient, my husband grabbed the neckline of my blouse. My trembling fingers were clinging to his hair as he kissed my skin passionately.

A loud rip. My husband tore my blouse into two. He attacked my cleavage with bites and kisses, and I moved too much because of how ticklish it felt.

"Band daloo kya tujhe?" He rasped against my skin, and I shook my head fearfully, "N-nahi... Nahi!"

(Should I tie you up?)

(N-no... No!)

Bhairav Ji pushed my bra up, freeing my breasts. I closed my eyes and arched my back. He squeezed my mounds like a monster. His mouth bit my nipple as if he wanted to scar me forever. I moaned in pleasure. Every possessive bite that he left on my skin was a mark that I was his. Every time he snarled against my skin made me aware of how badly he wanted me... I was losing myself entirely.

Within the next few minutes, my long hair came undone. He undid the knot of his pants and removed even his underwear. His manhood, long and thick, was ready. But I wasn't. The sight of that thing made me shake my head in fear, and I cried.

"N-Na... Na! Itni badi hai-!"

My husband ignored my cries and pulled the rest of my Sari down. I was entirely naked now. The bangles on my arms, the anklets on my feet, my earrings, and mangalasutra... They were all I had left. Bhairav stepped between my legs and spread them. He spat on my exposed pussy. I was already a mess, clutching the bedsheets and just begging that it wouldn't hurt as much as I expected.

His large cock was against my pussy now. I could feel its thickness. I gasped as he pressed his thumb over my clit. Bhairav Ji was smiling, "Kitni bheeg gayi ho mere liye..."

(You've gotten so wet for me...)

He pushed it inside. Entirely.

"Ah..." Bhairav Ji closed his eyes. Pleasure consumed him.

I screamed in pain. It was too much to bear. My body felt like it was being ripped apart beyond recovery.

"D-dard ho raha hai... Bahut... Dard..." I cried. The tears rolled down my face, dampening the bedsheet. "Panch saal ki keemat chukani padegi... Bola tha na?" He leaned over my face and kissed my tears.

(I-It hurts... I-it hurts so much!)

(You have to pay the price of five years... Didn't I warn you?)

Bhairav Ji began moving. Each thrust made me whimper and groan. My anklets rang wildly. My husband closed his eyes, taking in the pleasure and the sounds. He was thoroughly enjoying himself as I writhed in pain. I could tell.

He squeezed my legs and pushed them over his shoulder, making me gasp. He had better access as he pressed a hand onto the mattress, the other still squeezed my ankle. The man began pounding into me. I reached for the headboard, arching my back as my eyes shot open. I felt like I was going to die.

"Yeh awaz meri jaan le rahi hai..." he kissed my anklet while groaning in pleasure. I cried even more. They were the same golden anklets that he had bought for me when I was thirteen. Bhairav Ji picked up his pace. My walls were squeezing him tightly. An incredible sensation of pleasure was building up in my stomach.

(This sound is killing me...)

His cock was kissing my womb. Every thrust was a trip to hell and heaven at the same time. I was about to lose consciousness. Saliva rolled down my lips as I moaned. The bed was shaking. My bangles, my anklets... It felt like I was hearing the last sounds before death.

One final concluding thrust.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I gasped for air as I felt something explode from within me. My husband filled me with his cum. I panted, gasped, choked on air. My head was spinning, and my body trembled, immovable. A strange paralysis took hold of me. I couldn't feel my legs.

The moment I tried to turn my hips, a sharp pain jolted through my body like electricity, and I whimpered.

Bhairav Ji pulled out. My eyes were barely open as I watched his cock drip with cum and some blood. I closed my eyes.

"Aaram baad mei. Uth jao ab."

(Rest later. Wake up now.)

I grew startled when my husband firmly patted my cheeks. I turned away, my entire body aching. "H-hil nahi sakti..." I whimpered.

(I- I can't move...)

His arms moved underneath me, scooping me off the bed. I clung to his neck like a lifeless doll. Bhairav Ji carried me to the bathroom and placed me down in front of him. I was about to fall when his arm wrapped around my waist, making me fall into his chest.

"Sanjana."

Even his stern voice couldn't make me open my eyes. I was that exhausted. Bhairav Ji turned on the shower, and within seconds, we were soaked. He pumped his cock a few times, cleaning himself... But then, he placed my hand around his manhood, whispering instructions in my ear. I moved my hand up and down slowly.

"Bas... Aise hi..." He exhaled.

(Yes... Just like that...)

Bhairav Ji's hand moved down my body. His fingers teased my entrance before thrusting it in. I whimpered while pressing my head against his firm chest. His touch suddenly felt like a drug that I couldn't get enough of.

The cold water that trickled down our bodies relaxed me mildly, and I tipped my head up. Bhairav took the invitation and devoured my mouth again. His hand that had been around my waist held my jaw. While rubbing his cock, I wrapped my other arm around his back for support as I leaned into him. His fingers thrusting into me made me moan into his filthy mouth.

He pulled out of me soon, and his mouth detached from mine. With the same, cold, ruthless look in his eyes, he turned me around and pushed me against the bathroom wall. I moaned as he entered me from behind.

My husband wasn't gentle. Not once. Not even slightly. He gave me his raw self entirely, making me submit to him. Our fucking echoed within the bathroom, making me lose all sanity.

Bhairav Ji turned off the shower, lifting me into his arms as I wrapped my legs around his waist. We were drenched. He took me out of the bathroom just like that and fucked me on the bed in seven different positions, seven rounds, until 5 in the morning. He didn't let me sleep a wink in between.