The moment I opened the door and stepped inside, all I saw was the glint of a silver blade as Sanjana lunged at me with it. I grabbed her hand right before she could stab me in the throat. She had managed to get out of the ropes, and my shoulder stung as she had made a light cut already.

Her hand was trembling lightly in my hold, and her eyes? I had never seen her look this afraid before. There was no intent to kill, only to run away.

But she looked at me like her life was over.

"Chaku... Ghar se layi ho?" I mumbled, but there was no response from her. Honestly, her grip on the knife made her knuckles white. She'd definitely stab me again clumsily if I let her go.

(The knife... Did you bring it from home?)

"Chaku chod do, Sanjana..."

(Let go of the knife, Sanjana...)

She gritted her teeth, "Isse pehle ki tum mujhe barbaad karo... hum dono mein se kisi ek ko marna hoga."

(Before you can ruin me... One of us will definitely have to die.)

I gulped, "Aisa mat bola karo, meri gilehri."

(Don't say that, my little squirrel.)

Her eyes widened even more as she jumped away from me, pointing the knife in my face, "Kh-khavardar joh mujhe aise pukara toh!"

(How d-dare you call me like that!)

I raised my hand slowly, "Daro mat, Sanjana... Hamesha se tumhe yahi bula raha hu... Aur kya bulau? Ab tak pehchana nahi? Tumhara pati hu."

(Don't be afraid, Sanjana... I've always called you this... What else will I call you? Haven't you recognised me yet? I'm your husband.)

"H-huh? Huh?!" Tears streamed down her face as she squeezed the knife with both her hands now. "Jh-jhoot bol rahe hai aap... M-mere pati... Mere pati ko in logo ne jala diya..." Her voice cracked.

(Y-you're lying... My h-husband... These people burnt him...)

"Tumhe yakeen nahi hota?" I took a step closer, but she instantly pressed the knife to her throat, terrifying me like never before, "Sanjana... Jaan... Aisa mat karo! Mai hi hu. Dekho, us din gaadi mein main nahi tha... Paas ke samundar mei kood gaya... Aur Musalmano ki ek machuare gaon mei aa pahuncha. Do saal keliye tumse alag rehna pada taaki mei yaha tak mehmaan ki tarah aa saku... Gulzar mujhpar shak nahi karta kyunki maine kaha hai ki uska door ka rishtedar hu, jiska videsh mei naukri hai... Tumhe sab kuch bataunga, bas mera vishwas karo."

(You don't believe me?)

(Sanjana, love... Don't do that! It's me. Look, that day it wasn't me in the Jeep. I jumped into the sea nearby... and reached a muslim fishing village... I was away for two years so that I could come here as a guest... Gulzar doesn't doubt me because I've told him that I'm his distant relative who's got a job abroad... I'll tell you everything, please trust me.)

She hiccuped, "Mai... Mai kaise vishwas karu...? Maine dekhi thi aapki laash... Keshav aur Bhargav aapko uthakar gaye the... Us din Raghav ko bhi le gaye the... Aapki laash jalane ke liye..." She broke down into even bitter sobs.

(I... I should trust you...? I saw your corpse... Keshav and Bhargav carried you away... They took Raghav as well to burn your pyre...)

"Tumhe vishwas nahi aa rahi?" I gulped and slowly retrieved my wallet. The picture that we had taken nine years ago was still barely intact. I showed it to her, mumbling, "Tumhare aur bacho ke saath aur tasveere nahi kheech paaya... Chunaav ke baare mei soch sochkar, tumhe dhyaan nahi de paya... Sab ke liye maafi chahta hu, Sanjana. Do saalo ke liye tumhe vidhwa banane ke liye... Maaf kardo mujhe."

(Why don't you trust me?)

(I haven't been able to take any pictures with you or the kids... I couldn't pay attention to you because of the election... I'm sorry for everything, Sanjana. I made you a widow for two years... Please forgive me.)

She only stared at me, disbelief in her eyes as I kept the picture back.

"Ab bhi vishwas nahi aa rahi? Tumhe yaad hai jab maine kaha tha ki ek baar tumhare baare mei likhunga... To My Notorious Wife... Pata nahi ki agar tumhe woh sadesh mili ki nahi par-"

(Still don't trust me? Remember when I said I'll write about you... To My Notorious Wife... I don't know if you saw my letter but-)

"M-maine padh liye..." She stared down.

(I- I read it...)

"Tumne... Padh liya?" I couldn't help but smile as I moved closer.

(You... Read it?)

Sanjana nodded dryly, "Mai jaanti thi ki sirf aap aise likh sakte hai... Par mujhe apne aankho pe bharosa nahi tha... Ab bhi nahi hai."

(I knew that only you could write something like that... But I couldn't believe my eyes... Even now I can't)

She was an ugly crier, and it made me smile to think how adorable she looked despite everything. Slowly, carefully, I touched her hand and took the knife before tossing it to the corner of the room.

"M-mujhe lagta hai ki m-mai... Mai... Pagal ho rahi hu... Sapna hai yeh... Aap asli nahi ho..."

(I- I think I'm going insane... I don't know if this is a dream or... Reality...)

I hummed and gave her hand a gentle squeeze before kissing it. She felt so soft, and with a slow tug, I pulled her towards me and enveloped my arms around her.

"Phir mehsoos karke dekho... Ki asli hu yah naqli."

(Then feel me and decide... Am I real or not?)

Sanjana melted into my embrace. She had a death grip on my clothes as she buried herself entirely in my chest, sobbing lightly. I dipped my head in her neck and kissed her ear. I had been fighting withdrawal symptoms for so long, and now finally, she was in my arms again.

I was struggling to hold back.

My hand softly caressed her swollen cheek, "Mere saamne us kutte ne tujhe maara... Woh zaroor keemat chukayega, wada karta hoon, meri gilehri."

(That dog hit you in front of me... He'll definitely pay for it, I promise my dear.)

She pulled back a little and held my face in those angelic hands of hers. My beard and hair had grown long and unruly to make me barely recognisable. I wanted to look as Muslim as possible, especially with my moustache shaved off.

"Yeh... Yeh kya haal kiya hai aapne khud ka..." She gulped, grazing her hand over my beard, "Do saalo mei aapne kabhi nahaya bhi hai?"

(What have you done to your face... Have you even bathed in two years?)

My lips twitched. She was seeing me after so long, and that was what she was worried about? What the hell was wrong with her?

Sanjana squealed as I lifted her and climbed into bed with her on my lap. "Ab vishwaas hai mujh par?" I muttered, and I saw her smile softly, "Aisi badbu sirf aapse aa sakti hai..."

(Do you trust me now?)

(Only you can stink like this...)

I rolled my eyes. But she surprised me the next instant by cupping my face and showering my face with kisses.

"Aapki himmat kaise hui mujhe aur bacho ko aise chodkar jaane ki? Mai... Mai pagal ho rahi thi, pata hai?"

(How dare you leave the children and me behind like this? I was going crazy, you know?)

It physically hurt me when she mentioned the kids. I held her tighter in my arms and buried myself in her neck, "Bache kaise hai? Theen saal ke ho gaye honge... Hai na?"

(How are the children? They must be three years old now... Right?)

"Ji..." She smiled to herself, running her hand through my hair, "Ab dono ache se chal sakte hai, bina sahara ke... Isliye hamesha haath pakadna padta hai, warna pata nahi kaha bhaag jayenge. Aur bolte bhi hai... Zyada kuch nahi, par din raat, 'Maa bhook lagi hai' bolte rehte hai."

(Yes... They both can walk well now, without any help... Because of that I need to hold their hands at all times. Otherwise, they'll run off somewhere. They can talk as well... But mostly they keep saying, 'Maa I'm hungry' day and night.)

I smiled, letting it all sink in. My heart was racing as I thought of my babies. I wanted to meet them desperately.

"Mujhe bhool gaye hai kya?" I asked the question I had been dreading for a long time.

(Have they forgotten me?)

Sanjana cupped my face again, making me look at her as she pouted, "Kaisi baate kar rahe hai aap...? Pata hai pichle din, Raghav aapke jaise ek geet gunguna raha tha... Aap Bachpan mei uske liye hamesha woh gaate rehte the... Mujhe yaad hai."

(What are you saying? You know, Raghav was once humming a lullaby that you had sung for him when he was a baby... I remember it well.)

Her words did something to me. I hadn't felt this happy in a long time as I hugged her tighter and pressed my face to her bosom, "Sunkar acha laga."

We stayed like that for a while, just touching and caressing each other until I couldn't behave subtly anymore. I wanted her. So bad. I wanted to make her mine immediately.

Sanjana gave me a look when I gently tugged her pallu down, exposing her pale choli. It was honestly pissing me off.

"Tumhe aise saphed kapdo mei kabhi nahi dekhna chahta..."

(I never want to see you in pale clothes like this...)

She scoffed, "Aap toh mujhe nanga dekhne ke liye bahane bana rahe hai."

(You're just looking for excuses to see my naked.)

I clicked my tongue, immediately working to remove her choli, "Beshaq. Tumhara pati hu." I stated the obvious, and the moment I saw her juicy, soft breasts, I lost my mind.

(Of course. I'm your husband.)

"Ahh!" Sanjana moaned as I grabbed a fistful of them, squeezing and kissing at the same time. "Dh-dheere kijiye..."

(Ahh! Pl-please... You're being too r-rough...)

"Do saalo se apne aap ko kabu mei rakhne ki koshish kar raha hu," I muttered irritably while undressing her completely, and even myself, "Agar ek aur raat tumhe chue bina jeena pada toh, nahi jee paunga."

(I've been controlling myself for the past two years. If I spend one more night without touching you, I think I'll die.)

Sanjana stared at me wide-eyed as I licked her navel like a starved man. In fact, I was worse than a starved man. Once I had tasted her, it was impossible not to yearn for it over and over again.

The best part was that she was lactating as well. I squeezed her breasts and sucked on them. Her milk tasted like nectar. Sanjana moaned and begged that I go softer, but it was impossible at this point.

I clawed her waist at the exact point my name was carved so beautifully on her skin. She moaned and cried as I kissed her butter skin.

"Ah- ah! Waha mat kijiye! Koi dekh lega!" She tried to push me away when I sank my teeth into her neck, "Phirse ghoonghat pehnna shuru karo..." I almost smiled, ignoring her words and continuing to leave hickeys on her neck and chest.

(Ah- ah! Someone might see it!)

(Then start wearing your veil again...)

Sanjana groaned, squeezing my shoulder, "Do saal mei aapko bilkul bhi badlaav nahi aaya."

(You haven't changed a bit in two years.)

I paused and hovered over her, smiling, "Kisne kaha, meri gilehri? Do saalo mei mujhe samajh aaya hai ki tumhare liye itna pagal hu ki tumhare bina jee nahi sakta. Tumhare baare mein soche bina ek bhi din nahi guzar paaya hoon... Tumse itna pyaar karta hu, itna pyaar karta hu ki kaha bhi dekhu sirf tum dikhayi deti ho."

(Who said so? In these two years, I've realised that I'm so obsessed with you that I cannot live without you. Not one day goes by without thinking about you... I love you so much, so much that you're all I can see sometimes.)

It had been so long since I saw her blush like that. Sanjana looked away, "Aapka chehra itna ghatiya dikh raha hai ki uski aur dekh bhi nahi sakti... Par pyaar kare bina bhi nahi reh sakti..."

(Your face looks so hideous that I can't even look at it... But I can't stop loving you either...)

"Ghar aane ke baad pehle apna baal kaatunga, chinta mat karo," I chuckled.

(I'll cut my hair as soon as I come home, don't worry.)

Her face dulled instantly, "Aap aaj raat ghar wapas nahi aa rahe ho...?"

(You won't come back tonight...?)

"Nahi, jaan," I caressed her face and kissed her forehead, "Ab bhi kaam hai... Sirf tumhe bachana nahi hai... Puri gaon ke samne Gulzar Sultan ka satyanash karna hai. Isliye thoda aur samay lagega. Mere liye intezar karogi?"

(No, my dear. I still have work left here... Along with you, I need to save the village from Gulzar Sultan's clutches. I need to destroy him. So please, wait for me a bit longer.)

She frowned, "Do saal se intezar hi kar rahi hu..."

(I've been waiting for two years...)

I smiled, "Ab zyada der nahi karni padegi."

(You won't have to wait much longer.)

"Theek hai..." She hooked her arms around my neck before pulling me closer. My lips found hers, and we made out indefinitely. In fact, I didn't want to stop kissing her since I wondered when I'd be able to do it again. Her cherry lips were all mine.

I positioned myself at her entrance during the kiss and slowly thrust inside. Oh, I was in heaven as she moaned and clawed my back. Her insides felt so warm, so tight... Just like I remembered. No matter how many years pass or how many kids we have, I'd never get tired of fucking her. Never.

Her legs wrapped around my waist as I began thrusting in and out of her. Massaging her breasts was a different kind of therapy that I had missed so much. I drove my cock into her, harder each time. Her moans were starting to sound more shrill, indicating that she was close to orgasming.

Not yet though. My queen deserved to cum hard for me.

"Ah..." I sighed when she squeezed around my cock. Fuck, how did she feel so good? How had I managed to stay away for two whole years?

"Ji mai-"  she moaned again as I pushed her thighs over my shoulders.

The way her pussy was spread wide for me as I wrecked it... I'd never get enough of it. Sanjana had tears in her eyes as I went harder this time, almost slamming my cock inside her. The sound of our skin slapping echoed in the room.

Her breasts bounced wildly. I truly missed all other sounds now. Especially, the ringing of her anklets. With how rough I was, she would have definitely broken a few bangles as well, but I knew she didn't care either. The drool on her lips told me that she had been waiting for this moment just as much as I was.

My wife was my perfect little whore after all. The brattiest, horniest woman that I loved with all my heart.

I squeezed her thigh with one hand while my other stroked her clit. Her eyes shot open. It was an entirely different dimension of pleasure, I was aware.

My release was close too as I quickened my pace and fucked her through gritted teeth. She cried out louder than before as I pumped her womb with my cum. It was beautiful to watch her hit her release as well. The way her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she squirted all over my cock with her tongue out like a desperate whore. It made me proud to think that I put her in that state.

It had been so long since either of us had an orgasm that her pussy was overflowing with our juices by the time I pulled out. Sanjana didn't realise how sexy she looked like this. All sweaty, with her mangalsutra caught between her breasts, my cum dripping out of her pussy, and hickies peppered on her skin.

I loved her so much.