-: Rajeshri :-

I hadn't forgot how he lost control last night. Neither his torturous hands nor his deadly eyes. My eyes widened as I realised that I had to share the night again with him in the same room.

Instinctively my hand flew to my throat, where be had given me the biggest hickey. It had turned blue - black now and in the morning I had to cover it up with concealer.

One thing that I had learned in the few hours we had been together was ... I was needed to stay calm to keep him calm. Shouting and yelling at him would put me into more trouble.

Taking a deep breath, I peered up at him through my lashes, and grabbed his forearm gently. His hard eyes darted towards the grasp for a second before he looked back at me, his features tightened.

"Shamrat ji please. It's really uncomfortable. I would wear saree whenever the need would arise, but the rest of the time I want to stay in comfortable clothes. Please try to understand," I begged him in my soft tone, though it left a acidic taste in my mouth.

His rigid expression slipped a little, and he let go of my chin. Leaning down, he brushed his nose with my cheeks and asked, "And what's in there for me?"

My breath hitched in my throat at our proximity but I tried to keep my wobbly legs steady. I won't give in so easily to his seductions.

"What do you want?" I mumbled, the tiny hair on my neck stood up.

He pulled back and towered over me, giving me a blank look. The way he manage to change his expressions so fast always enthralled me.

"Change and come back to our bedroom. I will tell you there what you need to do." He sauntered out of the bathroom with long strides and I heaved a sigh of relief.

Thank God!

Quickly discarding my saree, I dressed into a nightgown which Mom had kept for me in the wardrobe. It wasn't really a modest piece of cloth or something I would like to wear in front of Shamrat ji, as it inly came to my knees.

Looking back at the mirror, I exhaled a shaky breath. Tears welled up in my eyes. I had no idea how Daud was, where was he or was he even alive.

Why did God do this to me? Did he hate me so much that he tied me down with a man who was a evil, cruel and manipulative person. Who didn't even hesitate to attack my lover, not taking into consideration my feelings, who only wanted me to qunech his sexual drive by using me.

String of tears dan down my cheek but I quickly wiped them away and cleared my throat.  I looked back at the mirror with unflinching determination shining in my eyes. I needed to stay strong. I would try my very best to break out of this marriage. I would humiliate and torture him so much that he would be compelled to give me divorce.

Smirking at my image, I whispered, "You will regret making me your wife, Shamrat Rathore."

I strolled out of the washroom. Shamrat ji was sitting on the bed with his legs sprawled infornt of him, typing on his laptop.

When did he change?

I trod towards the bed and stood in front  of him, gnawing at my lower lip. If he dared to ask me to have sex with him now in favour of not making me wear saree every day, he had another thing coming.

Shamrat ji's eyes snapped towards me and he closed the laptop, keeping it away. He patted the space in front of him on the bed, indicating me to sit on the bed. My eyes narrowed down, my I sat down on the bed, trepidation flooding into my system.

"What do you want?" I asked, the hatred I had for him quite recognizable in my voice.

"Give me a leg massage," he demanded in a strong tone. My eyes widened and I scampered down from the bed, glaring at him.

How dare he demand that!

My temper flared and I growled out, "Who the hell do you think you are!? Some kind of king or emperor that I need to serve you and massage you. I am not your slave!"

His calm demeanor flared my irritation. Grinding my jaw in rage, I was about to walk away when his voice stopped me.

"I have told you, you need to take responsibilities. You are the reason my leg is hurting. So now it's your duty to ease my pain," he explained in a monotonous tone.

"Listen Mr. Rathore. That wouldn't have happened if you have kept your legs away from me at the table. You got your punishment for being a pervert and satyromaniac," I retorted, crossing my arms on my chest.

He swinged his legs off the bed and stood up, towering over me. With every step he took, I took two steps back until he cornered me. His eyes were dark with a primal need and it was so evident that I shuddered when his hot breath fell on my forehead.

When the wall touched my back I halted in my steps and craned my neck to look at him. He placed his strong muscular arms on both sides of my head and leaned into me, grazing my cheek with his nose. His eyes hooded with a dark need. His stance and body always made my stomach flutter both in nervousness and anticipation.

"You haven't seen how much of a satyromaniac I can be, Mrs. Rathore. And if you don't wanna witness that right now, get into the bed and give me a foot massage. Or else, you will writhe in pleasure beneath me within a few minutes," he rumbled in his deep husky tone and his beard tickled my neck.

His eyes were dark with lust, and I swallowed down audibly. As fast as he came, he backed away on the bed and lied down, indicating towards his leg.

Making him give me a divorce was going to be far more difficult than I expected

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-: SHAMRAT :-

I sat on the bed, my back leaning on the headrest as Shri continued to use her magical hands on me. Her soft padded fingers pressed at the perfect pressure points, after I taught her, and I groan in pleasure.

Her fingers halted as soon as I released another throaty groan and my eyes snapped open. Her eyes were fixed on me and a deep pink flush was quickly coating her ears. My lips quirked up at the effect I had on her, even if I knew she hadn't forgot that bastard yet.

She bit her lip and swiftly shook her head, getting back at the work in hand. My eyes lazily rove up and down her body. Her hair wasn't pitch black, it was a lighter shade which looked golden brown in sunlight. Her face was heart shaped and there was a mole at the back of her ears, which I was sure she hadn't ever noticed.

"This looks bad," she murmered, examining a particular spot on my leg. My trance broke and my eyes darted towards the small cut on my leg.

"You do have pointed toe nails. What did you expect?" I grumbled. Her irritated eyes shot up at me for a second, before she shook her head and climbed down from the bed.

Now, where was she going?

She returned within a minute with an antiseptic ointment in her hand and sat down on her previous spot. Taking my leg on her lap, she applied the ointment on the small wound which had split open due to her nails.

My eyes widened at her gesture and I sat up straight, gazing at her. This woman was seriously so fucking hard to read. One second she was blaming me for being a pervert and now she was applying the ointment. Who could be so self-contradicting?

"What?" she growled, giving me a fierce look.

My lips quirked up at her antics. She was a hard shell to crack, but I would enjoy breaking into her.

"You deserve a reward for such an excellent service." Her eyebrows furrowed and she gave me a quizzical look. Turning away from me, she rolled her eyes and kept the ointment back on the side table.

"Grant my wish of 'not making me wear saree everyday', and that would be enough," she scoffed.

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But I had a different kind of reward in my head. Something which would make her crave for me more.

Pulling my legs back, I hoisted her up in a flash, enveloping her waist in my arms and made her straddle me. Her eyes widened and she screeched out, "What the hel ..."

But before she could start shouting I hicked up her nightgown which had already bunched up on her thighs, and grazed the outline of her panties.

She shrieked and jumped up at the sensation and her lips parted. My features turned smugged at her expression as I slowly inched my finger into her panty, not eve an ounce of protest leaving her mouth. Her eyes were bulging out of the sockets.

As soon as my finger chafed her labia, a silent whimper left her mouth, and my dick twitched in my pants. I took her response as a positive sign and swiftly rolled us back, straddling her hips, grabbing both her hands and locking then on her waist.

She shrieked out and her pulse quickened under my touch. I kept my hungry gaze fixed at her and continued my ministrations, grazing her pussy lips.

Her lips parted more and her eyes rolled behind her back, as she let out small whimpers. She was so hot, and her pussy was weeping for me within a minute I started. Hot juices gushed own her channel, and I took my sweet time.

Within in a few seconds, she turned into a  moaning mess. Her whimpers started becoming a little bit louder, and her eyes snapped opened as soon my thumb grazed her clit. Her hips jerked up at the smallest touch, her features turning so breath-taking.

"Wow, oh my god ... um wait ..." she whimpered and thrashed, whirring her head from left to right, biting on her lower lip to suppress her moan. Shallow breaths left her mouth and she came undone with just two strokes on her clit. Her muscles tensed, and her breathing turned laboured, her lips apart.

My dick painfully strained against by pajamas, at the enticing sight of her coming. Never had I ever a greater urge to get a blowjob, before this moment.

The sound laboured breathing turned my dick harder, and an insatiable urge to sink my dick into her pussy consumed me. The air in the room, turned hot and her eyes fluttered open after a few seconds. A delicious blush has coated her neck and ear, which turned my featured into a smudged smile.

I stroked the insides of her pussy lips, and she shuddered at my touch. Collecting her juices I brought it near my nose, keeping my eyes fixed at her. Her lips parted and if possible her blush darkened as soon as I inserted my finger inside my mouth, savoring her tangy taste.

"Delicious," I uttered in a heavy tone, popping the fingers out of my mouth.

Shri's hazy eyes, which were filled with lust a few seconds ago, scrunched up in disgust and turned ferocious. She climbed down from the bed in a flash, but her legs wobbled. Grabbing the headrest she seared me with a scathing glare and snapped, "How dare you do that!"

Damn! Why did she have to look so fucking hot whenever she turns angry?

"What did I do?" I enquired in a nonchalant  tone, sinking down on the bed with my arms crossed behind my head. Shri's eyes darted towards my biceps and I deliberately flexed them.

Flexing her jaw, her nostrils flared. "Yo ... you touched my ... This is harassment!"

I cocked one of my eyebrows at her, as my eyes rove down her figure. Her hair was messy in a sexy way, the pink blush still present on her neck.

"You liked it." I smirked, as her face turned flustered again. Swallowing down audibly, she pointed a finger at me and narrowed down her eyes into slits.

"That's not the main poi ..."

"So you do agree that you enjoyed my touch." This time, I didn't suppressed my smugness. It was not a secret that she was attracted by me. On the top of that, I knew what to do to make her a puddle in my arms.

"Urgh!" Groaning out in annoyance, she threw her hands in the air and stomped into the washroom.

I chuckled out at her tactics, and sinked into the bed, heaving a complacent sigh. When I promised myself yesterday that I won't let Shri ignore my charms, I meant it. She was my wife, and I won't leave any stone unturned to woo and seduce her.

One day or other,she would surrender to me. And then, I would take her to the peak of pleasures. I would show her my carnal side, the beast inside me which was always ready to devour her.

I would wipe out Daud's every memory from her heart. She was mine, and she would always be mine, willingly.

*******

-: Rajeshri :-

Slamming the washroom door shut, I groaned out in frustration, fisting my hair. Why the hell did I melt at his touch!? Why did I have to be so weak in his hands!? How did he even manage to give me that mind blowing experience with just a small touch.

Numerous question popped up in my head ad I studied myself in the mirror. The aftermath of whatever he did was still present on my face, especially the pink blush on my neck and my red ears. My face felt hot.

Annoyance was running in my veins, as I splashed cold water on my face repeatedly. After a few minutes, the blush started disappearing and my wheatish skin tone turned to it's normal hue.

Dabbing the towel on my face, I kept it aside and narrowed my eyes down at my reflection in the mirror.

"I am warning you! If you dare to succumb to his seductions one more time, I will cut all your hair with my bare hands!" I threatened my image, stabbing my finger on the mirror.

With one last seething glare, I strode out of the washroom. Shamrat ji had switched off his lamb on the nightstand, his features calm and peaceful. How could he sleep so peacefully after jumbling my nerves into a chaotic mess!?

Spreading the bedsheet on the floor, I took my pillow sprawled down on my makeshift bed, my eyes set on the silhouette of my so called husband.

I would make him pay for that.

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