I continued, “But tell me one thing… is there only hatred in your heart for me?”
She was silent for a long time. Then so softly,
“I… I don’t know myself… what it is. I’m scared… and… sometimes… something else too.”
I took her hand and placed it on my chest.
“Feel this… it beats only for you.”
Tears welled in her eyes.
She rested her head on my chest. The shoulder of her gown slipped again. This time she didn’t fix it.
I ran my fingers through her hair.
“Cold?”
She nodded slightly.
I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled her into my bare chest. My hand on her naked back. She shivered but didn’t pull away.
Suddenly she lifted her face and kissed me herself.
Slow, hesitant, salty with tears.
When she pulled back her breathing was fast.
She whispered shyly, “That was… just because I was cold.”
I smiled, “Really? Then tell me whenever you feel cold again. I know many ways to warm you up.”
She punched my chest playfully, “Shut up! You’re so cheap!”
But she was laughing now. For the first time in days.
That night we didn’t go further. Just held each other and slept. Her head on my chest, my arm around her.
Morning. She woke up with her leg over my waist, gown ridden high.
I kissed her nose. She smiled without opening her eyes.
Then in a sleepy voice,
“Sajan ji… from today you will sleep in my room. But… only for sleeping. Understood?”
I saluted, “Yes, my queen!”
She laughed.
After breakfast she said, “Sajan ji, shall I show you the old basement? Shivam’s grandfather’s things are there.”
We went down. Old wooden door, dim red bulb inside. An antique wooden bed in the centre, old swords and paintings on walls. The air smelled of sandalwood.
She walked ahead in a light red saree. I followed, staring at her swaying 36-inch hips.
Suddenly she stopped. Turned around. Fire in her eyes.
“Sajan ji… I know what Shivam told you before leaving. I overheard everything.”
I froze.
She smiled, “You knew I would never agree… so you forced me. You’re actually very good – you didn’t care about your own respect for our happiness.
If I hadn’t overheard, I would have hated you forever.”
Then she stepped closer, cupped my face and said,
“Now that you’ve started… you’ll have to finish it too. I’m ready… but only with love. No force.”
Before I could speak she kissed me deeply. I lifted her in my arms and carried her to the old bed.
I slowly pulled down her pallu. Unhooked her blouse. Black bra, 34D breasts spilling out. I squeezed them hard, sucked her pink nipples till they turned red. She was moaning my name.
Then I lifted her saree-petticoat, pulled down her wet black panty. Her pussy was already dripping. I ate her out until she came twice, juices all over my face.
She pushed me down, took my cock in both hands and said, “It’s so big…”
Then swallowed it deep, gagging, saliva dripping. I held her hair and face-fucked her till tears came.
That whole day we teased each other. Every chance we got – kitchen, balcony, car – we touched, kissed, fingered. But she kept saying, “Not now… tonight.”
After dinner she finished her work and came to the bedroom. My phone rang – Shivam video calling.