I was in Keshav's room, flipping through his college textbooks as he lazed on the bed. Bhairav Ji had gone to work in the morning, and Bhargav was asleep in his room. It was nearly afternoon, and even Saarang was out playing with other kids in the neighborhood since it was the weekend.

"Waise bhi tumhe pustakon mei dilchaspi kab se hone lagi?" Keshav eyed me from his bed. He was reading a book as well, but not one related to his academics. It was a thick book on English Literature.

(By the way, when did you become so interested in books?)

"Aapke Bhaiya ne toh saare kaam karne se mana ki hai... Mere paas samay bitane keliye koi aur raasta nahi hai," I shrugged, reading through some paragraphs on mathematical theories. "Maine socha Maa ke saath mandir jau par... Aapke Maa ne bhi mana kiya hai aaj ke liya. Pata nahi kyu..."

(Your big brother has asked me not to do any chores... I have no other way to spend time.)

(I thought I'd go to the temple with Maa, but... Even your mother asked me not to accompany her. I don't know why...)

Keshav kept the book on his chest and glanced at the calendar on his desk, "Aaj Phagun ki pehli tareekh hai na?"

(It's March 1st, right?)

"Haan, kya hua?" I asked, confused.

(Yes, why?)

"Yeh Maa aur Baba ki shaadi ki 24th saalgirah hai. Is din Maa har saal Baba ke saath mandir jaati thi..." he smiled to himself, sitting up in bed. I could see that he missed his Father. Since Keshav was the youngest, Baba had always been softer with him.

(It's the 24th anniversary of my parents. Maa used to go to the temple every year on this day with Baba...)

"Woh ek dusre se bahut pyaar karte the?" I whispered.

(They loved each other very much?)

Keshav chuckled, "Mujhe nahi pata... Magar Bhairav Bhaiya sab jaante hai. Unhone bola ki Baba ne Maa ko ek shaadi mei dekha tha, par pehle toh Maa ne Bhairav Bhaiya se mila kyunki woh kho gaye the. Phir Bhaiya ke liye Maa ne Baba ko dhunda... aur waha se pyar shuru ho gaya... Par Maa kahi baar bachpan mei boli thi ki unhe pehle Baba bilkul pasand nahi the, kyunki Baba ne Maa se zabardasti shaadi ki thi. Aur woh Thakur tha, toh Maa mana bhi nahi kar payi, unke parivar bhi bahut khush the. Samay ke saath mujhe lagta hai unke beech jo bhi tha, woh gehra ho gaya."

(I have no idea... But Bhairav Bhaiya knows everything. He said that Baba had seen Maa at a wedding, but she had met Bhairav Bhaiya first because he had gotten lost. Later, Maa found Baba for the sake of Bhaiya... And from there their love began... But Maa had told us countless times in our childhood that she never liked Baba initially, because he had forced her to marry him. And since he was the Thakur, Maa couldn't deny him. Her family was very happy as well. Their bond deepened with time.)

I listened in admiration. While I was new to the haveli, I remembered seeing Baba go to the temple with her often. I remembered how she'd pack his lunch all by herself while letting me pack for others. Whenever Maa was feeling even a little bit ill, he'd call the doctor for her. Whenever they had to go to a wedding, he'd ask the florist to come by so that Maa could buy all the flowers she loved for her hair.

On the outside, it didn't seem like he was affectionate, but he was. He truly loved her.

After dinner, I quickly finished up in the kitchen and went to the bedroom. Bhairav Ji was reading something at the table.

"Sanjana-"

I sat on his lap before he could protest and took the book for myself.

"Aap kya pad rahe ho?"

(What are you reading?)

He narrowed his eyes at me and took the book back, closing it and placing it on the corner of his table, "Rajneeti ke baare mei hai. Tumhe pasand nahi-"

(It's related to politics. You won't like it-)

"Aur bataiye na..." I mumbled and took the book back, flipping through it.

(Tell me more...)

Bhairav Ji looked amused. He placed his hand on my forehead, "Bukhar toh nahi ho gaya? Achi bachi kabse ban gayi?"

(Are you sick? Since when did you become interested in these things?)

I glared at him this time and was about to get up when he wrapped a firm arm around my waist, "Ab kaha bhaag rahi ho, meri gilehri? Tumhe yeh kitaab padhna hai toh padh lo."

(Where are you running off to, my little squirrel? If you want to read this book, read it.)

He placed his other hand on my head, caressing me gently as I took the book back and read through some pages.

"Samajh rahi ho kuch?"

(Are you able to understand?)

I shook my head, "Bahut bade bade cheeze likhi hai."

(Complicated things are written in this)

He chuckled, "Agar tumhe padhna pasand hai toh aur aasaan kitaabe khareed kar la dunga. Keshav ke paas bhi honge."

(If you'd like, I can buy simpler books for you. Even Keshav would have some.)

I didn't say anything. It still felt uninteresting as I flipped through the pages, "Mai kitabe padhkar kya karungi? Bas aise hi pooch rahi thi..." I sighed and put the book aside. His chest was comfortable to lean back against, and I wrapped his arm around me.

(What will I even get out of reading? I just asked out of boredom...)

Bhairav Ji kissed the back of my head softly, "Kitabon se bahut kuch kar sakti ho... Sirf apne aap par vishwas chahiye."

(You can achieve a lot with books... Manifest it.)

I stole a glance at him, then gently slipped my hand over his, letting it rest against my stomach. The quiet warmth of his touch was enough to pull my thoughts away from everything else.

"Kitabo ki baat chodiye. Idhar dekhiye," I showed him my hands, "Mere haath dekhiye... itne sundar haath aapne kabhi dekhe hain? Dekhiye, mehendi kitni pyaari rachi hai... achchi lag rahi hai na? Aap bade naseeb waale hain... aapko itne sundar haathon wali biwi mili hai."

(Forget about books. Look here!)

(Look at my hands... Have you ever seen hands as pretty as mine? Look at how nice my mehendi looks... Isn't it pretty? You're truly very lucky... You've got a wife with such pretty hands.)

Bhairav Ji squeezed me tighter against him as he hummed and inspected my hands gently. I felt goosebumps on my skin as his thumb caressed my palm, "Aaj lagayi hai yeh?"

(Did you do this today?)

"Haan! Aapko pasand aayi?" I grinned at him.

(Yes! Do you like it?)

Bhairav Ji smiled a little. He kissed the tip of my nose, making me blush, "Haan, bahut pyaari lag rahi hai. Main waaqai bada naseeb wala hoon."

(Yes, it looks beautiful. I truly am lucky.)

His warm breath was against my neck. I loved the feeling and softly pecked his lips.

Bhairav Ji's eyes were so dark and intense, I felt myself shudder and blush as I looked away. He lifted my chin and kissed the edge of my lips. I gave in to his touch as he began peppering kisses down my cheek and neck. When his teeth sank into my neck, I whimpered, "Ji-aah...!"

"Dard hua?" He asked just to tease me. I pouted at him and tried to push him away, but he squeezed my neck, making me gasp.

(Did that hurt?)

"Bhaagna bekar hai ab..." He rasped against my ear. His other hand had gripped my hands in place. I couldn't move as he tilted my head up. Bhairav Ji licked my neck over the place he had just bitten me.

(It's useless to run...)

His hand that had bound my wrists let me free, but my eyes widened when I realised what he was about to do.

He guided my right hand downwards, causing my pallu to slip.

"Khud ko dekh rahi ho aine mei?" He whispered, glancing at our mirror on the table. His merciless eyes were boring into my soul through it. To make things worse, it was wide enough to see how shameless I looked on his lap, my pallu on the floor, my skin red and flushed.

(Are you seeing yourself in the mirror?)

The hooks of my choli looked like they'd snap any second with how much I was heaving. Bhairav Ji made me grip the waistline of my sari and pushed it down shamelessly.

I closed my eyes and turned away, hoping to bury my face against his neck, but he snarled like an animal, his teeth against my cheek.

"Ek aur baar ankhein band ki toh muh par hi katunga... Aur itna bada ghaav hoga ki pura gaon ko pata chalega. Mushkil banogi toh taufa nahi milega."

(If you close your eyes one more time, I'll bite your face... The wound will be large enough to let the whole village know. If you continue being difficult, I won't reward you.)

"T-taufa...?" I said breathlessly.

(R-reward me?)

He smiled like the devil. His fingers brushed lightly over my navel, sending a quiet shiver through me, while his lips found my earlobe. "Yeh kamar ne toh aisa pagal kiya hai... meri gilehri," he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

I whimpered at his words, and he guided my hand up until it reached the hooks of my choli. Bhairav Ji made me remove them, and my breasts came into view. He threw my choli on the floor.

My body was on fire. I could see my hardened, dark nipples in the mirror along with my flushed skin. I was wet, undoubtedly. I wanted him to wreck me right away.

My lips found his, and I kissed him desperately, "Thakur Ji... Bistar par le chaliye na-"

(Thakur Ji... Please take me to the bed-)

He bit my lower lip, bruising it, and tears brimmed in my eyes from the pain. I didn't know why I was enjoying it at the same time.

"Koi kahi nahi jaega. Tum waha rahogi, jaha mai kahu. Agar ek aur baar meri baat ke khilaaf gayi toh... Bhool jao sab kuch."

(Nobody's going anywhere. You'll stay where I want you to stay. And if you disobey me one more time... Forget everything.)

He began retreating his hands, but I gripped them desperately, placing them over my breast and stomach, "Aisa mat kahiye... Mai... Mai saari baate manungi..."

(Please don't say that... I- I'll listen to everything you say...)

My face was red with embarrassment as I stared down. Bhairav Ji smiled. He kissed my forehead, "Kitni samajhdar patni hai meri."

(My wife is very smart.)

We looked into the mirror again, his lips rasping against my ear. He made me pinch my nipples, tugging them softly while his other hand taught me to draw seductive circles over my stomach.

I moaned when he squeezed my breast. At this point, I looked exactly like a slut in his arms.

"A-aur neeche... Au-Aur..." I mumbled breathlessly.

(G-go lower... L-lower...)

"Aur neeche?" He asked softly, kissing my neck.

(Lower?)

He moved my hand lower, into my underskirt, past my panties. My pussy throbbed at his touch.

"Tadap rahi ho mere liye?" he bit my neck again, harder this time, and I moaned out loud, my whole body trembling in his arms. He made me stroke my clit, while his fingers played with my wet folds.

(Are you yearning for me, my darling?)

"A-ah... Bhairav Ji... Aaah!"

"Dheere se..."

(Slowly...)

He instructed and pushed my finger inside me. It felt so good, and I panted, my eyes closed in pleasure. His hoarse voice as he whispered in my ear to finger myself turned me on even more. I was drenched and over the moon.

"Acha lag raha hai?" He smiled against my ear, kissing me softly. His other hand pinched and twisted my nipples. I did the same with my other breast, and it felt heavenly.

(Does it feel good?)

"H-Haan..." I admitted shamelessly.

(Y-yes...)

Bhairav Ji chuckled darkly when I pushed another finger inside me out of lust. He continued to stroke my clit, and I arched my back when I felt my release close. Added to that, I could already feel his hard cock against my back.

My husband thrust his finger inside me as well without warning, and my eyes shot open. I was gasping for air. He had a firm hold of my hand as he moved all three fingers inside me.

"Mehsoos karo, Sanjana..." He rasped, "Itni geeli ho gayi ho mere liye... Kitni bechain ho, hm?"

(Feel it, Sanjana... You're so wet for me... So impatient, huh?)

I moaned his name as he began thrusting in and out more ruthlessly. Bhairav Ji bit my shoulder as well; his hand pulled my nipple and groped my breast mercilessly.

It was so erotic in the mirror. So god damn indecent.

His hand and mine were deep inside the waistline of my sari, moving recklessly. My face was red, drool rolling down my chin as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

His voice. His touch. His smile.

I was under an unbreakable spell as I squirmed in his lap, grinding against his cock and hand at the same time. He was loving it. I could tell from the way he kissed the back of my ear, whispering what a good slut I was for him.

I couldn't take it anymore.

My vision went white as my whole body trembled and convulsed in his grasp.

I came for him. Hard.

My body sank into his chest. His other hand now wrapped around my waist, holding me in place. It took a long time to recover from my high as I panted, just staring at our filthy reflection in the mirror.

Bhairav Ji slowly pulled our hands out of my panties. He left little wet trails along my stomach as he held our hands in front of my face. I shivered when he licked my fingers clean. The man was savoring the taste.

I gulped when he released my hand. He adjusted me better on his lap, and I could suddenly feel his girth throbbing beneath me. I blushed even more, staring down. Bhairav Ji kissed my cheek at that time and pressed his face against mine.

"Bilkul apsara ho..." He whispered, staring at us in the mirror. I couldn't help but smile a little.

(You're an enchantress...)

His thumb grazed the tattoo on my hip - his beautiful name carved on my skin.

"Meri apsara."

(My enchantress.)