I knelt on the floor, my body stripped bare of all clothing. Bhairav Ji stood in front of me as he undid his dhoti and underwear painfully slowly. My breath hitched when his cock was before me in all its glory. My husband placed his hand on my head, affectionately smoothening out the loose strands of hair.

"Yeh hai tumhara dusra taufa. Ache se lena," his lips curved up just a little. There was mockery in his words. He knew I was dying for it the entire time, and that teasing glint in his eyes made me take it as a challenge.

(This is your second gift. Take it well.)

I leaned forward and took his cock in my hand. I licked the base and moved up. Licking him entirely.

Bhairav Ji smiled better. He held the back of my head gently so that I wouldn't bump against the table.

"Jaldi seekh jaati ho-"

(You're quick learner-)

"Chup rahiye...!" I said, already red from embarrassment. He chuckled.

(Be quiet...!)

I kissed the tip of his cock and swirled my tongue around it. My hand pumped his length. It was already so hard and thick. I truly wondered how it had been inside me countless times.

Bhairav Ji closed his eyes, breathing heavily as I sucked the tip first. He held the table and began moving his hips a little.

"Sanjana... Meri jaan..." he hummed softly as I took him in my mouth entirely.

(Sanjana... My love...)

He began moving his hips faster, harder. It was a struggle to keep up.

"Kitni achi se leti hai... Ah..." He groaned and shuddered as I bobbed my head, squeezing his cock in my hands, sucking as if my life depended on it.

(You feel incredible... Ah...)

There were butterflies inside me, and I smiled to myself. Who would have thought the great Thakur Bhairav Chaudhary would come undone in my hands like this as he gripped the table and panted?

He gritted his teeth and twisted my hair in his hold, thrusting deeper into my mouth. I was choking. A few tears rolled down my face as he kept at it, fucking my mouth like a beast.

"Pura lena."

(Swallow everything.)

It was a command I couldn't disobey. He came in my mouth with a final thrust, groaning and panting.

When he finally let go of my hair, I fell to the floor, coughing and trembling. I had swallowed most of his cum, and some of it dripped down my lips.

I felt so weak, so exhausted, but I was still unmistakably wet.

Bhairav Ji knelt on the floor next to me. He cupped the side of my face, his hand in my hair as he pressed our lips together. The kiss was hot, wet, and raw. I could taste us so well.

With one hand, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it somewhere before scooping me into his arms. We were on the bed before I knew it. He pressed my wrists above my head, kissing me all the way down my core.

He lapped up my wetness like a starved man while I squirmed and moaned his name, my hands gripping his hair.

Bhairav Ji left hickies everywhere. He kissed my inner thighs, moving up my waist and biting down on my nipples. When he finally reached my face, I caressed his soft beard, tears in my eyes.

My heart quickened as I watched him lick his fingers, his dark eyes not leaving my face for an instant as he traced his wet hand down my body.

"A-ah!" I gasped when his tip entered me shallowly, and I closed my eyes.

"Aankhei kholo meri gilehri..." he whispered. His hand came back up to pat my cheek, "Mai dekhna chahta hoon tumhari chaahat kitni gehri hai... Tumhara pyar, laaj... sab dekhna chahta hu... Kyunki tum meri ho. Sirf meri."

(Keep your eyes open, my little squirrel.)

(I want to see the lust in your eyes... Your love, your shame... I want to see everything. Because you're mine. Only mine.)

I opened my eyes, staring into his deep ones. My heart was racing wildly as I cupped his face in my hands. He made me so happy and terrified at the same time. I felt like I was going to die.

With one firm thrust, he was inside me entirely. His hand squeezed my neck, choking me lightly. His eyes darkened as I moaned against his lips, tears slipping down my face. He cursed silently, panting.

It felt incredible to be at his mercy like this.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him towards me. Our lips locked in a searing kiss as he began moving. I moaned into his mouth with each deep thrust. He tasted so skilled, so manly... And I was obsessed with him. Obsessed with every little thing about the man.

As he rasped the filthiest things in my ear, calling me his whore, his woman, the love of his life, I felt a deep sense of belonging. I felt love in the way he pressed on my wrists, yet caressed my palm. The way he asked me to scream more, while kissing my tears away. I felt so much love in the way he thrust into me. It wasn't reckless. It was slow, but deep and careful. He didn't want to hurt me while I was pregnant.

And maybe all of that was love in his own way. Because even if rough, I'd take it. I'd take every inch of him as he owned me. His name was carved into me. Not just on my skin, but my soul itself.

***

We were lying wide awake. I was randomly thinking about my childhood while Bhairav Ji was smoking next to me. His arm was wrapped around my waist as I lay my head on his bicep, running my fingers through his chest hair.

"Ek baat batao," he said quietly, his tone shifting all at once, "tumne kabhi apne pita ji ke baare mein baat kyun nahi ki... Saarang ke pita ne jise maar dala tha... woh."

(You've never talked about your Father... The one killed by Saarang's dad.)

I curled my fingers, old memories stinging my heart. "Ab kyu puch rahe ho...?"

(Why are you asking this now...?)

He took a long drag of his cigarette, and I watched as he puffed a smoke cloud above us. "Maine kabhi kuch puch nahi... Tumhare baare mein," he replied, and I could sense a hint of guilt in his voice.

(I've never really asked... About you.)

"Jaanne ke liye kuch nahi hai... Mere Baba bahut ache the... Par... Bhagwan ne unka saath nahi diya," I said quietly and pulled away from me. I turned the other way, facing the window.

(There's nothing to know, really... My father was a good man... But... God had different plans for him.)

Baba used to call me his gudiya. His doll.

Every day, he had been so excited to see me after work. I remembered how he used to complain to my mother that he would have sent me to school if we had a little more money. But my mother had shouted at him many times, saying he wanted to waste even the little money we had on me. I had heard her call him incompetent for not giving her a son.

Bhairav Ji's arm wrapped around my waist, his warm breath against my neck. I hadn't realised when he snuffed his cigarette out to hug me from behind.

"Aam taur par tumhe duniya jahaan ki har cheez par bahut kuch kehna hota hai... lekin ab, jab main tumse us pita ke baare mein pooch raha hoon jisse tum itna pyaar karti ho, tum chup kyun ho gayi?"

(Usually you'll have a lot to say about a lot of things... But now when I'm asking you about that dad whom you love so much, why are you so quiet?)

I felt my shoulders tremble. A strangled sob escaped me as I clutched the bedsheet and cried. I didn't know why it happened, and I couldn't understand why I felt so awfully sad.

"Arey-"

He froze as I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck, bawling into his chest.

"Ek sawal hi toh pucha tha..." He mumbled in confusion and ran a hand down my back, trying to ease my pain. But I kept crying in broken sobs.

(I just asked a question...)

"A-aapko pata hai... Baba... Baba bahut ache the... Bahut se khilone dilate the... Par... Maa ne sab phek di... Baba ne mere liye itna kuch kiya, phir bhi unhe mai nahi bacha payi... Kaash mai sirf ek baar unhe dekh pau. Sirf ek baar aur."

(Y-you know what...? My Father... He was such a lovely man... He used to buy me so many toys... But... But my mother threw it all away... My father had done so much for me, yet I wasn't able to save him. Wish I could see him once. Just one more time.)

Bhairav Ji sighed, his arms still around me as he leaned against my ear, "Har cheez keliye aise rote nahi, meri gilehri... Tumhare pitaji badkismat the, samajh sakta hu. Par ab aise rone se kya faida? Woh bahut khush honge jaankar ki unki beti school ja payi... Aur ab meri Thakurain bhi hai."

(You shouldn't cry like this for everything, my dear. I understand that your father was unlucky. But what's the use in crying like this? He'll be really happy to know that his daughter completed school... And now she's my Thakurain as well.)

I glanced up at him, my lips still trembling and my cheek damp with tears, "Sach mei?"

(Really?)

"Bilkul. Yeh jaan kar unka dil bhi toot jaayega ki unki beti waaqai ek mohini hai. Sirf pati ke liye. Sharam, maan, sab gawa diya hai," he grinned.

(Of course. But it will also break his heart to know that his daughter is a seductress. Just for her husband. She's given up her shame, pride, everything.)

My eyes widened. I could feel my cheeks turn red and puffy from embarrassment.

"Aap... Aap...!"

(You...You...!)

"Kya?" He cocked a brow, "Mera naam kaun chilla raha tha kuch der pehle?"

(What? Who was screaming my name a little while back?)

I huffed and turned my back towards him. Why did he have to be like this? Why did he have to taunt me and tease me every chance he got? Why couldn't he be a little kind? A little sensitive?

Either he was serious all the time, or he was a damn bully.

"Naaraz ho gayi?"

(Are you mad?)

He tried to touch me, but I pushed his hand away, glaring, "Hatiye! Nahi chahiye aapka kuch bhi. Mai galat thi. Aapse bura koi nahi hai is duniya mai..."

(Go away! I don't want anything from you. I was wrong. There's nobody worse than you in this world...)

Bhairav Ji looked quite smug. I could feel him sigh sharply, tucking his arm under his head as he faced the ceiling and slept.

"Panch saal lage samajhne mei?"

(It took you 5 years to understand that?)