Everyone went to bed early due to exhaustion. It wasn't hard to put the kids to sleep either. Maa told us that it would be better to bring the cot inside as it would be too cold, but my husband, being the maniac he was, denied it.

"Koi zaroorat nahi hai, Maa. Waise bhi humare paas kaafi mote kambal hain. Hum theek rahenge. Roz thodi na mauka milta hai sitaron ke neeche sone ka."

(We'll be fine, Maa. Our blankets are already quite thick. Besides, we don't get the chance to sleep under the stars like this every night.)

I glared at him, and Bhairav Ji smiled before wrapping his arms around my waist. "Upar chalte hai," he told me. I wasn't even given a moment to protest as the brute dragged me behind him with ease.

(Let's go upstairs.)

I thought maybe Maa would protest more, but she sighed and went to her room.

My husband was busy admiring the mountain ranges with a cigarette between his lips as I laid two layers of our blankets on the cot to make it comfortable. It was far too small. I wondered how we were going to sleep on it.

"Aakar so jaiye, warna thand bad jaegi..." I called him softly before lying down in the bed. It felt really warm now, especially because I was enveloped in thick blankets. Bhairav Ji tossed his cigarette aside and climbed into the cot as well. He hugged me automatically and buried his head in the crook of my neck.

(Come to bed, or it will feel really cold...)

"Taare dekh rahi ho?" He whispered, glancing up at the sky.

(Are you seeing the stars?)

Even I did the same. There were millions of stars in the clear night sky. It was so beautiful. In fact, it felt even more beautiful than the sky from our village.

I was happy.

"Bahut sundar hai... Gin bhi nahi sakti," I smiled.

(It's beautiful... I can't even count them.)

"Bahut sundar hai..." He kissed my neck softly, and I squirmed, "Gud gudiya ho rahi hai. Chodiye na."

(Really beautiful...)

(You're tickling me. Please, no.)

He looked at me as if I really believed he'd stop. Bhairav Ji hugged me tighter.

"Raat ko thand badti jaegi, pata hai?"

(It's going to get colder in the night, you know?)

"Hum bimar pad sakte hai aise sone se..." I sighed.

(We can fall sick by sleeping like this...)

"Tumhe garam rakhunga. Bimar nahi padegi," he nuzzled his nose against my face, making me giggle.

(I'll keep you warm. You won't fall sick.)

"Kaise rakhoge aap mujhe garam?"

(How will you keep me warm?)

"Bahut se thareeke hai, meri gilehri..." He whispered.

(There are a lot of ways, my darling...)

Bhairav Ji was hovering on top of me the next instant. He was quite heavy, but also warm, so I didn't complain. His hands squeezed my wrists on either side.

"Raat bhar tumhe garam rak sakta hu," his hypnotizing gaze pierced into me.

(I can keep you warm the entire night.)

I looked away, blushing. "Yaha darvaza bhi nahi hai... Koi chath par aa gaya toh?"

(There's not even a door here... What if someone comes to the terrace?)

"Kaun aayega aadhi raat ko? Kambal hai na. Koi kuch nahi dekhega," he replied. The lust in his eyes truly had no end.

(Who's going to come here in the middle of the night? We have the blanket over us anyway. Nobody will see anything.)

Bhairav Ji began kissing my neck as I hugged him. His hands loosened my sari under the blanket, just enough so that he could slide his hand right into my panties.

I bit my lip, restraining a moan. My husband latched his mouth to mine at that time. His free hand began massaging my breasts over the choli while the other fingered me mercilessly.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he thrust in and out of me using two fingers.

"Biwi toh chute hi geeli ho jaati hai," he snickered between kisses. It made me even redder, and I clung to him tightly.

(My wife becomes drenched as soon as I touch her.)

Bhairav Ji increased his pace, making me go crazier. It was a struggle not to moan, and soft whimpers escaped me every few seconds.

"Kiski tawaif ho tum?"

(Whose slut are you?)

"A-aapki... A-aapki...!"

(Y-yours... Yours...!)

I arched my back when he curled his fingers. "Shabaash," my husband whispered, and it was enough to make me cum.

(Good girl.)

"Muh kholo, meri gilehri," he commanded, and I obeyed immediately. I sucked on his two fingers as he instructed me to. The taste was so erotic, and I felt hotter by just seeing how dark his eyes had gotten.

(Open your mouth, my little squirrel.)

Bhairav Ji took my hand next and led it towards his cock. He was already hard and panting as I stroked him.

"Taaro ko neeche chudne ke liye taiyar ho?" He rasped in my ear, and I giggled when he tried to bite me.

(You ready to fuck under the stars?)

"Kitna aur sataoge aap?"

(How much more will you tease me?)

He smiled and kissed me passionately. I hugged him close, and Bhairav Ji slid into me with ease. Every thrust was slow and hard at the same time. He was carving my insides so perfectly. Bhairav Ji sucked on my neck, and I knew it would definitely leave a few hickies by morning.

But there was something oddly magical about the moment. As I hugged him, my hands automatically clutched his hair. Hell, we were already sweating from the exercise.

Recklessly fucking under millions of stars as he called it... There was a charm about it. I closed my eyes just a little to feel his warmth. His smell was so comforting. Everything about him was so comforting. Every time I was in his arms like this... I truly felt like nothing else mattered anymore.

How had I even gone two years without this man?

Bhairav Ji squeezed my neck while staring into my eyes. I couldn't restrain myself from moaning anymore, and my husband pressed his hand to my mouth.

"Sabko jagaogi kya?" He muttered in disbelief while still pounding into me.

(You want to wake everyone?)

My vision turned white when he came inside me. The man filled my womb so beautifully, and I was left trembling and sweating in his hold. Bhairav Ji wiped my forehead and kissed it, "Taaro ke neeche chudne ka maza hi kuch aur hai..."

(Making love under the stars truly feels amazing.)

As usual, his heavy arm was wrapped around me as he leaned to the side and prepared to sleep. Half his weight was still over me. I remembered thinking how uncomfortable it was when we used to make love while I was younger. I used to push him off by force.

But now it just made me smile. The way he sought comfort in me felt more intimate than the physical act. I didn't push him away this time. The cot was too small, and I loved his scent anyway.

"Ab toh raat bhar garmi milegi," my husband whispered.

(You'll be warm for the whole night now.)

"Aap kitne gande hai, Thakur Ji."

(You're so dirty, Thakur Ji.)

"Itne gande insaan se pyaar nahi karti kya?" He bit my cheek.

(Don't you love this dirty man?)

"Ah-! Karti hu! Kyu kaat rahe hai?"

(Ah-! I do! Why are you biting me?)

He smiled and let me go. As the night stretched on, Bhairav Ji carefully shifted me such that he was not resting his weight on me anymore. I was hugging him instead.

"Aap sach sach bataiye..." I whispered. He was already half asleep, so he hummed while caressing my waist.

(Be honest with me...)

"Aapne yaha aane ka phaisla itni jaldi kyu ki?"

(Why did you suddenly decide to come here?)

I watched him open his eyes and stare at the night sky. The stars twinkled down at us, almost as if they were eavesdropping on every conversation.

"Shayad paiso se duniya chalti hai... Par marne ke baad yeh dhan saath mei nahi lekar jaa sakta hu."

(Maybe the world runs on money... But we can't take this money with us after dying.)

"Kya matlab hai aapka?" I frowned.

(What do you mean?)

"Baldev ke baare mei aksar sochta hu, pata hai?" He smiled, "Maut kisi ko kabhi bhi aa sakti hai... Aur mai sirf Bhagwan ki kripa se bacha hu. Un do saalo mei mujhe aphsos hua ki maine tumhare aur bacho ke saath zyada zamay nahi bitayi hai... Yusuf apni biwi ke baare mein kabhi bolta hai. Usne mujhe sikhaya tha ki samay paiso se zyada keemti hoti hai."

(I often think about Baldev, you know? Death can favor anyone at any time... And I was saved by god's grace. In those two years, I felt guilty that I hadn't spent more time with you or the kids... Yusuf used to tell me about his wife. He taught me that time was more precious than money.)

He turned to look at me then, "Do saal kho diya hai maine... Shaadi ke baad tumhe sheher ke alawa kahi lekar bhai gaya nahi hu. Har saal ek baar toh aise ghumne chalenge... Warna itne paiso ka kya faida?"

(I've lost two years... After our marriage, I haven't even taken you anywhere except the city. We should go on a vacation like this at least once every year... Otherwise, what's the use of all this money?)

His words truly made me emotional. I sniffed as I buried my head in his chest.

"Ro kyu rahi ho, aurat?" He sighed, wiping my tears with his thumb.

(Why are you crying, woman?)

"Aap bahut pyaare hai... Mai aapse bahut, bahut pyaar karti hu... Mai aapko kabhi khona nahi chahti," I whispered.

(You're so sweet... I love you so, so much... I never want to lose you.)

Bhairav Ji scooped me into his arms with ease and made me lie on top of him. He kissed my face and fixed the blanket over us.

"Tumhe hamesha garam rakhunga, meri gilehri."

(I'll always keep you warm, my little squirrel.)