After I had woken up, I found Bhargav in the living room keeping ice packs on his face and forehead. He didn't notice me until I cleared my throat, "Bahut dard hai?"

(Does it hurt a lot?)

He gave me a helpless look, "Aapko kya lagta hai? Mera masoom sa chehra thod diya aapke pati maharaj ne."

(What do you think? Your dear husband broke this innocent face of mine.)

I rolled my eyes, "Harkate toh masoom nahi hai, Devar Ji."

(But your actions are far from innocent, Devar ji.)

He eyed me, "Mere harkate chodo. Kal raat bache ke baare mein kya keh rahi thi?"

(Forget about my actions. What were you saying about children last night?)

My face reddened, and I went back to the bedroom, "Aapke Bhaiya se jaakar puch lijiye."

(Go ask your brother.)

After Bhairav Ji woke up, I was busy making tea in the small kitchen. There was barely anything on the shelves except bottles of whiskey and old tins of food. Even my husband didn't seem too bothered by it.

All these years that he had spent in the city, even his lifestyle would have been the same. No wonder he ate like a starved man every time he came home.

"Suniye." I addressed him while serving tea. He hummed, his eyes refused to leave the newspaper.

(Listen.)

"Ham aspataal jaane ke baad kuch sabzi bhi khareed sakte hai? Toh phir mai dopahar ka khana bhi bana dungi."

(Can we buy some groceries on our way back from the hospital? Then I can cook lunch.)

He glanced at me once, "Baahar se kha lenge, kya zaroorat hai?"

(We'll eat outside, it's fine.)

"Sehath ke liye acha nahi hai. Mai bana dungi."

(It's not healthy. I'll make lunch.)

He watched me quietly and finally agreed. Bhargav drove the car while my husband sat next to him. We stopped at a fairly fancy hotel for breakfast, and I was very much hesitant to order, so Bhairav Ji ordered for my sake.

"Aakhir aap aspataal kyu jaa rahe hai Bhaiya?" Bhargav asked while glancing between us.

(Why are you going to the hospital, Bhaiya?)

"Yeh Maa banne wali hai," My husband replied as nonchalantly as ever. He was busy eating and drinking tea while I choked on my glass of water.

(She's going to become a mother.)

"KYA?!" Bhargav gasped. His eyes were wide with shock as he looked at me, "Aur bache ke baap kya aap hai?" He turned to my husband.

(WHAT?! And are you the father of the child?)

Bhairav Ji raised his hand to slap him. It stopped an inch away from his face as I gripped his sleeve, "Bhabhi se aise baat karta hai, besharam?" He snarled. People were eyeing us, and I squeezed Bhairav Ji's hand under the table to calm him down a little. It didn't work at all.

(Is this how you talk to your Bhabhi, you bastard?)

"M-mera matlab... M-mera matlab woh nahi tha...!" Bhargav panicked, "Mujhe bas yakeen nahi ho raha ki aap..."

(W-what I meant was... I didn't m-mean it like that...! I just can't believe that you...)

"Mai kya?" My husband glared.

(What about it?)

"Kuch nahi..." Bhargav shrugged before quietly poking at his food. He turned to me with a warm smile, "Mubarak ho, Bhabhi. Aapko bhi!" He grinned at his brother. Bhairav Ji rolled his eyes.

(Nothing... Congratulations Bhabhi! Bhaiya as well.)

Between the brothers, Keshav was the most mature one, while Bhargav was the smart one. The latter had terrible mood swings, especially when he was nervous or under pressure. Before every exam, I remembered Bhargav studying all the way till midnight while Keshav barely studied at all. School used to be fun with them.

After breakfast, he went to the factory while Bhairav Ji took me to the hospital. He told the nurse that he wanted to do all the basic tests, just in case, but he also strictly mentioned getting the blood test done. It was a private hospital, and judging from the white floors and spacious room, I realised that it was very pricey.

"Kal shayad report aayenge. Ab ghar chale?" He turned to me as we left the building.

(We'll get the reports by tomorrow. Let's go home now?)

"Samaan khareedne hai," I told him.

(We have to buy groceries.)

Even though Bhairav Ji looked annoyed, he didn't object. He took me to the market, and I bought all the necessary things for the next two days. I thought he'd call Bhargav on our way back, but instead he fetched a rickshaw, and we returned home in that.

"Kya hua?" I asked in surprise when he came into the kitchen after changing his clothes. He sat on the counter without saying anything.

(What happened?)

"Ek glass dena," he mumbled, but I frowned at him, "Par mai kuch der mei khana bana dungi."

(Pour me a glass.)

(But I'll make lunch in a bit.)

"Ek glass de, Sanjana."

(Pour me a glass, Sanjana.)

He narrowed his eyes at me and I sighed, "Kuch nahi ho sakta aapka." Somehow I stood on my tiptoes and went through the shelves to get the bottle.

"Daru ki jagah ek chumma de do... phir nahi piunga."

(If you give me a kiss instead of whiskey, then I won't drink.)

My hand froze, and color rushed into my cheeks. I glanced at him over my shoulder. Bhairav Ji was eyeing me like a hound. Those dark eyes... Absolutely insatiable.

I took a few steps towards him softly. Our eyes met as I held his face, but I couldn't reach him because he was sitting with his back straight. A ghost of a smile on his lips. I tried to lean forward, but he didn't move at all. Still mocking me as he stared down.

I was so embarrassed. I wasn't tall enough to reach him. He knew it, but he refused to bend towards me.

"Daru hi laati hu," I huffed and turned to step away, but before I could do anything, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me towards him. I fell back on his chest.

(I'll bring whiskey itself.)

"Kaha ja rahi hai, meri gilehri?" He whispered in my ear.

(Where are you going, my little squirrel?)

"Chodiye!" I pulled away from him before resuming my work. He sat there and watched me the entire time I cooked. An hour had passed, and when he hopped down from the counter, I thought that he'd leave, but he came around me and inspected the vegetables that I had chopped on the side.

(Let me go!)

"Aap ab bhi rasoi mei kya kar rahe ho?"

(What are you still doing in the kitchen?)

"Kyu?" He asked, picking the sliced tomatoes one by one and eating them raw, "Patni ka saath nahi de saktha kya?"

(Why? Can't I give my wife company?)

I took the plate away that instant and put all the vegetables in the tawa. He moved towards the curd that I had poured into a glass and began eating it with a spoon. I couldn't believe his behaviour.

"Ghar mei har samay koi na koi tumhare saath rasoi mei rehta hai. Maa, Dadi, ya koi naukrani... Pehli baar aise akele pakad raha hu."

(In the house, there will be someone with you in the kitchen all the time. Either Maa, Dadi, or some maid. I'm catching you alone like this for the first time.)

He set the glass aside, and I gasped, "Aapne itni kha li? Ab mai Bhargav Bhaiya ko kya dunga...?"

(You ate this much? Now what will I give Bhargav Bhaiya?)

He wrapped his arms around me from behind. His hands were on my hips, grazing his fingers over my bare skin. I felt ticklish as he kissed my ear and neck.

"Sanjana..."

His raspy voice made my thighs clench. My fingers were trembling as I stirred the vegetables. Bhairav Ji stayed glued to me, pressing soft kisses, rubbing his hand over my stomach... The heat was rising between my legs. And his growing hardness was pressing into my back.

I couldn't focus at all.

"J-jal jayegi sabzi..." I whimpered when he sucked on my neck.

(The sabzi will get burnt...)

"Jalne do. Mai bhi toh yaha jal raha hu."

(Let it burn. Even I'm burning here.)

I shivered at his words. The heat in them was undeniable. And my mind had become so foggy. All I could think of was him and me in one bed. The man, even though a monster, had truly turned me into his whore.

Bhairav Ji ran his hand over mine. He traced it all the way to the handle of the ladle, leaving goosebumps on my skin. He squeezed my fingers, making me pull away from the ladle, and with the same hand, he turned off the stove.

"Ab aag lagegi," he whispered, pressing a final kiss against my earlobe. I closed my eyes, giving in completely.

(Now there will be fire.)

I couldn't comprehend how we ended up in the bedroom or how quickly my sari came off, along with his dhoti. But Bhairav Ji was inside me in a heartbeat. I was clutching the bedsheet on all fours, while he held my hips, pounding into me with desperation. My thighs were aching, and my body was flushed red, especially because of the position we were in.

I felt a jolt of pain and pleasure when he twisted my hair in his hold, "Aise chupke kya chilla rahi hai? Mera naam lo."

(Why are you screaming so softly? Say my name.)

My eyes widened in horror. What did he mean? How could I take his name?

"Th-Thakur Ji- Ah!" I moaned when he pulled my hair harder.

"Mera naam le, Sanjana."

(Say my name, Sanjana.)

There were tears in my eyes as I whimpered, "Bh-Bhairav Ji..."

He exhaled in satisfaction, fucking me even harder. My hands were shaking as he drove into me over and over again. I cried out his name when he slapped my ass. I couldn't recognise my own voice...

Bhairav Ji came inside me, hard and fast. I felt my insides clench around him while cumming. His thrusts grew more composed, and I sank into the mattress when he pulled out completely. My eyes shut on their own, and I panted. The mattress sank beside me, and I felt a possessive arm wrap around my waist. Bhairav Ji pulled me towards him.

His chest pressed against my back felt so warm. So erotic. Our limbs, which were tangled with each other, made me feel safe for some reason. The nakedness felt good. Bhairav Ji's hand came up to hold my neck. His thumb gently grazed my chin as he turned me to face him.

"Kitne ache se sambhalti ho mujhe."

(You take me so well.)

His eyes looked content. But not for long.

"M-maine aapka naam liya..." I whispered, lowering my gaze as I felt embarrassed.

(I- I said your name out loud...)

"Mm..." He hummed, leaning closer to press his face against my cheek, "Tumhare muh se acha lagta hai."

(Yes. It sounds good from your mouth.)

"Par naam lena toh... Bura hai..."

(But saying your name is... Bad luck...)

"Kya bura hai?" He sighed, "Swarg mei bhej diye tumne."

(What bad luck? You sent me to heaven.)

He nibbled on my neck, and I pulled away, staring at him wide-eyed. Bhairav Ji smiled. He pulled me towards him, as close as possible, and latched his mouth to mine. I felt him rub against me again, and the very sensation made me close my eyes in pleasure.