“No, not a word. I promise.” He smiled…. pausing for a moment, thinking. “You know I’ve already an intimacy with Malti-Masi. If I couldn’t….. ummmm….. maybe…. tell Malti-Masi about me….. I mean ourselves…. could you?”
Gurpreet laughed. Although Malti was a black Santhali woman with long black hair, she was one of the prettiest woman, with large firm tits that belied her age. All men… even the young boys tried to take advantage of her being a widow, but it seemed she kept herself away from those vile things. However her seduction for Abdul wouldn’t match with her characteristics…. it naturally made her curious.
“She’ll find out about you soon enough! But for now, you’re mine.” Gurpreet smiled.
“It’s okay,” said Abdul. “You’re way prettier than she is anyway.”
Gurpreet blushed. “And you’re too good for her. Now run along, and I’ll see you next time at your house when your mother would be busy in her hospital duty.” She led him to the door and kissed him softly. “Goodnight, my sweet little husband.”
“Goodnight….. My darling Preet,” He said softly…. kissing her lips last time…… and he was gone.
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