Bhairav's POV:

Bhargav drank his third glass in the last five minutes, and I took the bottle away from him. He was immediately in tears while whining the same thing over and over again.

"Mujhe Aradhya ke paas jaana hai... Mujhe usse milna hai... Agar use kuch ho gaya toh...? Mujhe apni biwi ke paas jaana hai!" He squeezed the glass and cried into the table. I sighed. Bhargav was the last person I expected to be this obsessed with his wife.

(I want to go near Aradhya... I want to meet her... What if something happens to her? I want to go near my wife!)

Keshav used that opportunity to pour more for himself. He smiled nervously when I gave him a look. My chair didn't feel comfortable at all as I leaned back. I was feeling restless again, so I tried to get a cigarette out of my pocket. But then I realised that the box was empty.

"Maa ki..." I muttered under my breath and threw the box away.

"Aap toh bade gusse mein ho, Bhaiya. Kya baat hai? Aapko bhi aapki biwi se milna hai?" Keshav chuckled.

(You seem quite mad, Bhaiya. What happened? Do you want to meet your wife as well?)

"Teri mei-!" Bhargav grabbed his brother's collar. Ever since they were kids, I had been intervening in their fucking dumb arguments, but I couldn't do it anymore. If they wanted to kill each other, I didn't care anymore.

(You little-!)

"Biwi ka chela!" Keshav laughed like a drunkard and fell off his chair. They wrestled on the ground. My headache was already shitty because of my wife. Being with these imbeciles only made it worse.

(Wife's puppet!)

"Kya hua Bhaiya? Aap humse keh sakte hai... Aapke Bhai hai!" Keshav gave me a goofy grin while Bhargav began shaking him while whining again that he missed his wife.

(What happened, Bhaiya? You can talk to us... We're your brothers!)

I wasn't going to complain to them. They wouldn't understand, and I myself felt pathetic complaining about it. Nandlal had sent me all the photographs from Aradhya's baby shower, and when my wife went through them, her first complaint was that I had the same expression in every photo. But the thing that upset her the most was that I hadn't wrapped my arm around her shoulder.

She pointed out that Bhargav cared for his wife more than I did. Unfortunately, I had put my arm around that rascal's shoulder in the picture of only us brothers. Thus, she concluded that I was ashamed to hold her in public.

I didn't understand how my woman's head worked. I never would. No matter what I did, it would never be enough for her. Her stupid arguments made me so annoyed that I couldn't stay in the same room as her. She was crying when I stormed outside.

Could she be on her period?

Even still, why did she have to act so ridiculously? It was as if she wanted to get on my nerves on purpose. Besides, I had shown affection to her publicly in many other forms. Just because it slipped my mind to put my arm around her shoulder for one picture, how could she accuse me of something so silly?

"Lagta hai aapki bahut buri ladai hui hai..." Bhargav mumbled before getting back into his chair. He squeezed my shoulder like an intellectual saint, "Aapko biwi ki har baat maanni chahiye... Aise ladayi karna sahi nahi hai, Bhaiya. Aap abhi jaakar, Bhabhi ko aise paas bulakar boliye, 'mujhsr galti ho gayi... Maaf kijiye... Phir kabhi aisa nahi hoga.'" he took a deep breath, "Phir use aise paas kheechkar... Apne baho mei lekar... Aise... Aise..."

(Looks like you've had a really ugly argument... You need to listen to everything your wife says... It's not right to argue like this, Bhaiya. You should go right now and call Bhabhi near you. Tell her, 'I'm sorry', 'Please forive me', 'I'll never repeat the same again'... And then pull her closer... Take her in your arms... And then... Then...)

Both Keshav and I watched him quietly as he recited his romantic fantasy out loud. "Ruk kyu gaye, Bhaiya? Maza aa raha tha..." Keshav grinned. Bhargav's face turned red as he kept his hands back down on the table. He took a moment to reflect on his drunken state.

(Why did you stop, Bhaiya? It was getting exciting...)

"Bhabhi ne aapko kamre se bahar pheka, isliye aap yaha ho?" Keshav asked.

(Bhabhi threw you out of your room, is that why you're here?)

"Mere kamre se mujhe bahar phekne ke liye woh kaun hai?" I glared at him, "Bache so rahe the, isliye zyada jhagda nahi karna chahta tha... Thodi der aaram karna chahta tha par... Woh bhi barbaad ho gaya." I buried my face in my palm.

(Who is she to kick me out of my own room? The kids were sleeping, so I didn't want to cause a scene... I wanted to relax for a while, and now she's ruined that as well...)

Maybe I could go back to bed now. Sanjana wasn't going to change anyway. At least, I could hug the kids and sleep peacefully.

"Bhaiya... Ek zaroori baat puchu?" Keshav asked, and I hummed while pouring myself another glass.

(Bhaiya... Can I ask you something?)

"Aapko pata hai na ki divorce kya hota hai? Musalman talaq kehte hai. Soch lijiye ki ek shaadi shuda aurat apne pati se nafrat karti hai. Agar woh divorce karke kisi aur ke saath zindagi bithana chahte hai toh-"

(You know what divorce is, right? Muslims call it talaq. Imagine a married woman hates her husband. She wants to divorce him and spend her life with someone else-)

I spat out everything in my mouth.

What the fuck?

Bhargav patted my back, "Dekha? Bhabhi aapko chodkar jaa rahi hai, Bhaiya. Aap toh gaye-"

(See? Bhabhi is going to leave you, Bhaiya. You're done for-)

I slammed his face on the table, and my brother passed out from the impact. Next, I grabbed Keshav's collar, who stuttered in disbelief, "Bh-bhaiya... Aap... Aap yeh kya-?"

(Bh-Bhaiya... Wh-what are you...?)

"Sanjana ne puchne ko kaha hai? Sach sach batao."

(Did Sanjana ask you all that? Be honest.)

"S-Sanjana?" He looked so confused, "Woh kyu puchegi yeh sab? Mai ek dost ke dost ke liye puch raha hu. Tum dono hamesha ladte rehte ho par Bhabhi aapse kabhi juda nahi honewali. Aap pagal ho kya?"

(Sanjana? Why would she ask that? I was just asking for a friend of a friend. You guys keep fighting all the time, but Bhabhi will never leave you. Are you crazy?)

I gulped and let go of his collar. Keshav wasn't wrong. Even if she did want to leave, I wasn't going to let her go either.

"Aradhya..." Bhargav murmured in his sleep.

"Ise kamre mei chodna mat bhulna," I told Keshav while getting up and straightening my dhoti.

(Don't forget to leave him in his room.)

"K-kya?! Aap kaha jaa rahe hai...! Bhaiya!"

(W-what?! Where are you going...! Bhaiya!)

I ignored him and went back inside. The bedroom was quiet, and the lights were still on. Maybe she hadn't slept yet. A part of me wondered whether I should knock. Wait, I had seen every part of this woman. Why did I have to knock?

Sanjana grew startled when I pushed the door open. She had been looking at the photographs while sitting at my table. In fear, she had dropped it all on the floor.

"Aap... Aap batakar kyu nahi aa sakte...?" She squeaked. Her cheeks were flushed as she struggled to gather all the pictures.

(You... Why couldn't you knock...?)

"Bache kaha hai?" I frowned, seeing the bed empty.

(Where are the kids?)

"Saarang ke kamre mei sula diya hai. Shor ke karan woh jaag gaye aur ro rahe the... Maine soch aap wapas aakar phirse gussa karenge, isliye dusre kamre mei sula diya."

(I've put them to sleep in Saarang's room. They were awake because of the noise... I thought you'd be mad again after coming back, so I put them in the other room.)

"Mai gussa karunga?" I muttered, glaring at her.

(Because of me?)

Sanjana didn't look up. I knelt beside her on the floor and helped her with a few of the pictures quietly. The individual shots of her with the kids were so beautiful. I could look at it forever.

She snatched the picture out of my hand and put them all back in the envelope neatly. There was still one picture tucked under her knee. It was our picture. My wife was smiling beautifully in it. She stared at it too.

"Muskurate waqt acha dikhti ho... Hamesha ladne ki kya zarurat hai?" I sighed. Sanjana looked surprised as I had taken the first step. She clenched her fists before launching herself into my arms. It was a miracle that I hadn't fallen back. She hugged me tightly while nuzzling her face against my neck. I was convinced that Janaki had inherited almost all her mannerisms from her mother.

(You look so nice while smiling... What's the need to argue all the time?)

"Mujhe maaf kar dijiye... Maine gusse mei aapse kuch keh diya. Aap kamre se chale gaye, aur mujhe dar tha ki aap wapas nahi aa rahe... Aap aa gaye!" She was more cheerful now as she kissed my face countless times. I didn't protest.

(I'm sorry... I yelled some things at you in anger. You went out of the room, and I was scared that you wouldn't come back... But you did!)

Only if she knew the rollercoaster of emotions I had gone through while drinking with my brothers.

"Mai bhi ladna nahi chahthi hu, Thakur Ji," she whispered, and the way she was suddenly touching me never meant any good.

(Even I don't want to argue with you, Thakur Ji.)

Sanjana brushed her hands down my neck seductively. She slipped her fingers into my shirt and opened a few buttons.

To make matters worse, Sanjana leaned closer, pressing her breasts against me. My cock was already twitching because of her smell and our proximity. I squeezed her ass and leaned closer. The thought of fucking her was so much better than fighting. Sanjana bit her lower lip. I could tell that she thought the same.

We made out harshly as I carried her to bed. The clothes between us came off quickly, and I was inside her before I knew it.

"Bh-bhairav Ji... Ah... Dheere se dabaiye...!" She moaned as I squeezed her breasts from behind. She was on my lap, leaning back against my chest as she rode my cock.

(Bh-Bhairav Ji... Ah... You're being too rough...!)

Her insides were gushing already. Sanjana was moving her erotic body all on her own. It was incredible how I had molded her into such a naughty bitch. She yearned for sex more than I did. I could see it in her cloudy eyes as she came for me.

"A-ahhh!" She cried in ecstasy. Man, her hair smelled wonderful as I pressed kisses on her neck and shoulder.

"Aur ache se pair phaila," I rasped in her ear and spread her legs as wide as possible. It always fascinated me how much she blushed whenever we did it.

(Spread your legs wider.)

"Yeh... Yeh sahi nahi hai..." She whined softly. I grinned, "Apne aap ko chuo."

(This... This isn't right...)

(Touch yourself.)

Her hands moved automatically on my command. Sanjana squeezed her breasts with one hand and played with her clit with the other. I was so proud of my adorable slut.

She came again, moaning desperately with saliva rolling down her lips.

"Taiyar ho jao, meri gilehri."

(Get ready, my little squirrel..)

I squeezed her hips, and Sanjana squirmed when I pushed her down on the bed on all fours. I thrust into her, hard and fast. Her body trembled and broke every time I carved her insides with my cock. She felt so fucking good.

"Sirf meri hai."

(You're mine. Only mine.)

I bit her ear, and she moaned even more. Every time I drove into her, she panted and touched herself as well. When I couldn't hold back anymore, I squeezed her hips and emptied myself inside her.

Sanjana clutched the bedsheet and pressed her face against the mattress. It wouldn't take a genius to understand that she couldn't move anymore. She had cum for me so many times that my poor baby was trembling. I hugged her from behind and pulled her onto the pillow beside me as she panted.

"Ek din aisi tasveer kheechna chahunga..." I rasped in her ear while hugging her tight. Sanjana stared at me over her shoulder, specifically at my mouth. I leaned forward and kissed her soft lips.

(One day I want to take a picture of you like this...)