SHEHNAAZ POV

"Fuck!" Sidharth ji curse, in anger and guilt, as he sits beside me, after closing the door behind him with a loud thud sound. Louder than usual. True sign of anger, frustration and guilt of hurting me.

And, yes, I am hurt. No doubt about it. I am crying now. I even cried in hospital too. But silently. So that no one comes to know how my own husband made fun of my condition (blindness) unintentionally. I know it was a harmless innocent prank. He had no intention to hurt me. It was just for FUN.

But I didn't find it funny in any ways. Like, what's the fun fooling a blind person saying a cake as injection. Who can't even see when it will be served in front of her to eat? Using someone's weakness or physical disability for fun is not cool in anyways. I never thought he will do something like this with me. Ever. He is a smart and mature person. I never expected something like this. On this day. On such good day. When we got to know I can see again. After a operation. We couldn't even celebrate yet.

I'm so mad at him for ruining it. And little at me also. Maybe! I'm overreacting? Maybe! I should act mature? Maybe! I should've just smile or laugh with them too? Keeping my real feeling hidden deep inside my heart. And keep hurting myself deep down. So, he wouldn't feel guilty and keep apologizing to me cupping my face. Like right now.

"I'm so.. so sorry Shehnaaz. I'm sorry baby. I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention. And you know it. You know me. I don't know what got into me? I don't know why I did that? Unknowingly? Unintentionally? I was so happy for you. For us. That you can see ME soon. You can see the word. It just got slipped. I thought you can see. I always think you can see ME. And the world. I swear on God. That's why I never come naked in front of you in initial days of our marriage. First few months I used to use guest room remember?" He keep ranting on.

And, honestly, I do remember. How he used to use guestroom bathroom always. After gym and coming from office. He start to use our bedroom bathroom after our love confession. He never made me feel uncomfortable. Always respected me. Honoured me. Take care of me. Never hurt me. Intentionally or unintentionally. What Raj did. Mostly, he love me. A LOT.

He loves me. A lot.
He care for me. A lot.
He never hurt me.
He. Never. Hurt. Me.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry baby. Please forgive me." He plead, almost at the verge of another emotional breakdown. For second time. On same day. Within three hours.

"It's okay." I whisper, and hug him. He hug me back tightly. "I overreacted." I added.

He brakes the hug, and cup my face, "No. You didn't. I'm sorry for hurting you. It's a sensitive topic. But I? I acted immature. I know it was unintentional. But still I have hurt you. And I'm sorry for it." He kiss my forehead, with all his love and affection.

I smiles. Genuinely. "It's okay. I want ice cream. Mint chocolate." I demand.

"Sure my lady. What else do you want beside ice cream." He whisper, flirting with me.

I giggle, "How about you?" I reply boldly.

He kisses my cheeks. "With all pleasure."

I blush feeling shy.

"My shy baby." And he bites my cheeks. I wince in pain. And he suck that place driving me insane.

He snuggle into my neck, and give butterfly kisses. I almost moan but control myself somehow. He is still busy in my neck forgetting our surrounding. Forgetting we are in a running car. There is a driver in front seat.

"Bahadur bhaiya?" I say, and move away from him immediately.

I hear him groaning in irritation. Irritation of someone else presence with us. I know deep down he miss driving his own car. He hates having driver. At least, for himself. He loves to drive his own car. Won't let anyone touch his "BABY". A sexy black Range Rover. His dream luxury car. I don't know the model name. As I wasn't interested to listen at all.

Bahadur Bhatia is working for them for a long time. He was hired for Mummy ji. For her car. After joining his father's business, he became super busy in work. Being the workaholic person that he is. So wasn't available for his mother to drive whenever she needed him. That's when Bahadur bhaiya was appointed. Bijli didi start working before him.

"Fuck!"

"It's okay. Relax." I say, hugging him. To clam him down, which works for sure.

"Sorry. I overreacted."

"It's okay. We both are overreacting couple." I giggle, and he laughs. And everything is back to normal again. We hate melodrama. So we ignore it, mostly.

"Mom. And Mummy Papa will be so happy Shehnaaz." He says. I can feel him smiling ear to ear hearing his voice.

"Yes. They will be. We should buy some sweets on our way home." I suggest.

"Yes. Plus, we should thank our God's. So, on our way, we will visit both Temple and Gurudwara Saheb. Okay. Plus, tomorrow we will visit orphanage. I miss them." He says.

It wasn't a question. But a statement. And, honestly, I loved it. I love him. My love for him is growing more and more everyday. Because, not just he thought about our family first. But also he thought to thank OUR God. Just not his. He respect both our different God's, believes and religion. Hinduism and Sikhism. Plus, he remember his extended family. The orphanage kids.

Can this man stop being so perfect for God sake?

God, "I love you." I stop myself from doing the same mistake again. Saying the word 'God' aloud.

"I love you more, Butterfly." He says, kissing my forehead.

And, I know. He said the truth. He loves me more. Than I love him. It made me feel blessed plus I feel little guilty too for not loving him back equally. Now. But; I also know, I'll love him equally one day. I just know. Because, I'm falling for him everyday little more, little more harder.

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"Congratulation! Shehnaaz." Mummy ji congratulates me, hugging me. As soon as we broke the 'good news' to her, after Sidharth ji feeds her some sweets. Which we brought on our way home; after visiting both Temple and Gurudwara Saheb.

"Thank you." I smile, happily.

"Feed her some. Too. Then you eat." Mummy ji, scold him.

He loves to eat sweet. He have a sweet-teeth. Hate spicy food. Means, too much spicy food. Where I love spicy and tangy food. He hates street food. But love Five-star hotel or restaurant food. Even if it cost a lot. Where I love street food. Total opposite tastebuds and preference.

He have a famous dialogue nowadays. Whenever I ask him not to waste money too much on anything. Like, I said in car. "No need to book a jet for me." On it, he laughed. Then gave his famous dialogue. "Shehnaaz, I might not be a billionaire. But definitely a millionaire. Who can afford a fucking jet for his wife." Yeah! He say the same dialogue just change a word in middle. Like, Jet? Clothes? Saree? Diamond set? And blah blah. Like right now. He is giving the same dialogue to Mummy ji. I hate when he use it always. As if he is showing of his money. But I know his intention is good are pure. Just his love and care. He want to give us the best as he is capable enough for it.

"Mom, I might not be a billionaire. But definitely a millionaire. Who can afford a fucking car for you." He says.

"Why new car?" Mummy ji asks, getting irked. Just like me.

"What? Why? Your last one has broke down. We have one car only. My BABY. So, yeah! You need a new one. With a new driver. Untill I begins to drive again." He explains, making us laugh.

"So, it's because of your BABY? Now I see. Why you're so desperate. Shehnaaz are you listening what's your husband saying?" Mummy ji provokes, jokingly.

"Yes. I can see. Sidharth ji, this is wrong. You have to choose, me or your BABY?" I say playfully

He groan in irritation, "You. Happy?"

"Yes! Very much." Then we all laugh.

"Bedroom?" I say. I want to change. Maybe! I'll take a bath too. *Fucking hospital.*

"Hmm! Let's go."

As we reach the top step mummy ji said, "Shehnaaz, don't forget to inform your parents."

"Ji." I reply. I'll after taking a bath. Now I'm thinking we shouldn't have taken bath before.

"And, Sidharth, have lunch with us. Then go for work." She says.

"Okay. Mom." He replies. Then we come in our bedroom.

"Shower?" He asks

"Yes."

"Together?" He ask in husky voice.

"Sure." I reply shyly. Ready for a round of sex and to waste some water. We waste water once a month.

He quickly undress me then him. And took me inside the bathroom and we stand under the shower. Soon I felt lukwarm water against my naked skin. It's October end. Not winter; yet we shower with warm water. Because of me. I prefer warm. He prefer cold. Again opposite.

I feel his hands moving shamelessly all over my naked body; making me shiver under his touch. His hands finally stop moving on my waist, then he pulls me closer to him, I grasp as our front body crush against each other. My boobs are pressed against his hard chest. He kiss my forehead. Then lips. Then stop kissing me and free me totally from his grip. And turn off the shower too.

"Done?" I'm shock.

"It just the start. Have patience." He says.

"Okay." I trusted.

Then, I felt a sweet lavender flower smell. It's my body wash. Soon his hands are back in action. Roaming all over my body.
Shamelessly and sensually. From neck to toe. Covering every place, everything gap. My neck. Arms. Under arms. Chest. Breasts. In between my boobs. Under my boobs. Belly. Back. V line. Pussy. In between my butt. Then inner thighs. Feet. When all the time I was just moaning closing my eyes. Feeling his burning touch. It was making me hot. So, I ask him to turn on cold water. And he obliged.

"Told ya.." He laughs.

He always ask me to bath with cold water. It's good for health. But I don't listen to him. So he just mocked, which I ignored. As I felt his hands are gone. For good three-four minutes. I guess, now he is using his body wash. It's refreshing. Like mint and cucumber. Looks like salad. But it's a nice fragrance. Very fresh.

Soon his hands are back on my body to clean; moving his hands in circular motion. He plays with my boobs for sometime. Just hands. No mouth. Once he was done playing. His hands moves little down to wash my belly then back and finally belly button. Then his hands go little more down.

"Ahh! Sidharth!" I moan, feeling his slender fingers washing my pussy lips. Moving up and down driving me crazy. He keeps doing it for good five minutes. And all I was doing is moaning his name. Crazily.

"Shhh! Bathroom is not soundproof. Like our bedroom and my office cabin." He teases, making me blush and embarrassed a little.

Well, he is still moving his fingers in my pussy lips. Driving me insane. He give extra attention on my assets and pussy, when he take bath with me.

"It's okay. I'm done." He whisper, brushing his lips against mine. But he kiss my jaw. Not lips.

"What the fuck?" I ask, in shock.

"I'll pamper you. But, I need to clean myself too." His hands are gone.

He became busy cleaning himself. But I want to do it. So, like I thought I'm gonna do.

"I'll do it." I announce.

"As you wish." I can feel him smirking.

Damn! His sexy smirk. Soon I'll see it. Can't believe. God! Thank you.

He puts my hands on his neck then hold me by my waist. I smile, and starts doing my work. My hands moves in circular motion. From his neck, then shoulder, then arms, under arms, then chest, abs, then his back. I intentionally pressed my boobs on in chest doing it. And he grabs my butts and start folding.

"Not now. I'm not done yet." I say. But he didn't stop. "Please. Let me clean you." I requests, he stop and remove his hands immediately. "Good."

I bend a little to clean his buttocks; it's perfect round but not soft like mine. It's good. My hands move down and I sit on floor on my knees to clean his V area then leg and feet. I ignored his dick. And I know he noticed it too. That's why he ask...

"Who will clean that?" Says in his sexy dominating voice.

"Clean what?" I ask innocently

He laughs, "Don't play my trick baby. You think I can't say the word dick? I'm not like you; who feel shy to say her own body part name. Pussy. Now clean it and get up." He laughs more.

"You're mean!" And hit on his abs. Nothing happened to him. "Fuck!" I say in irritation.

"Yeah! I will." He says.

I start cleaning when he says, "The position you're in; is doing something to me. You know. I had a fantasy of it. You taking me in your mouth. I had a fantasy of role-playing. Dom and Sub. Hope you know it?" He expresses his fantasy in dreamy voice; then pull me up making me stand still.

"I do. Master and Submissive. BDSM." I say shyly.

"Yes. Right. Novel girl. It's one of the fantasy that I have since I was 17." Then he got busy kissing my neck.

"Umm! Sidharth." I moan in plaeasre.

My moan makes him wild on my neck to mark his territory. I arch my neck giving more access to him. He pin my back against the wall and holds my waist firmly so that I don't fall. My body is burning with desire.

The word; desire. Clicked on my mind in another any. I never gave him a blowjob before. Not by mouth or hands. Never! Now I think there must be so many things he don't share me and tell me during our sex. His fantasies. His desires. His dark wishes. Nothing. Is it because of my condition? That I'm blind? That I can't fulfil them?

It must be. That's why he never say those words, "Look into my eyes Shehnaaz; when I make love to you. See in my eyes how much I love you. I have desire for you. Just look into my eyes. And see." He never said it to me. But he still try his best to make me feel; how much he loves me. How much he have desire for me. Through his touches, his lips, his hands, his deep and hard thrusts but mostly with his words. Every time. Every minute. Every moment. Like right now.

"Fuck! You're so beautiful baby." He groans, playing with my boobs. Looking at me with love and desire in his eyes.

I can't see. But I can feel. The thing he says, "Touch & Feel". He apply it during our sex too.

"Let me complete it then." I moan, gaining some courage.

"Let it be." He says, and took my lips for an urgent kiss to divert my mind. Knowing what I was thinking. Knowing I must have understood why he didn't let me do it.

I broke the kiss, "Let me..." I try to say it again. But he denied.

"Why?"

"No." He says firmly.

Then again starts kissing me; with more power, more urgency and more dominance to divert my mind and to shut my mouth. He is almost successful in his motive. Almost; because, he don't know; he can shut my mouth. But not my mind and heart. Which is hurting now. And tears rolling down my cheeks which getting mix with shower water. He breaks the kiss, and I start crying. Audible cry.

"I'm blind. That's why you're not letting me doing it. Don't you?" I cry like a broken soul cry.

He hugs me tighly and whisper, "No need to cry baby. No need to cry. I'm happy. I'm satisfied. You're enough for me. Your presence is enough for me. Remember?"

"I... I can't even fulfil your desires and fantasy. What kind of a wife I am?" I cry harder, as I said this.

"Shut up! Just shut up alright. You don't need to do all this for me. This was my teenage fantasy. I was 17. Now I'm not 17. I'm 28. So shut up. I'm not a teenager anymore." He scold me. Still hugging me. Hurting himself feeling guilty again.

"But I want to..." I request.

"You want to do?" He ask in irritation

"Yes." I say confidently

"Okay." He broke the hug.

"Get down on your knees then." He order, like a dom. Like a Master.

I followed his order holding his hand for support. Like his submissive I went on my knees.

"Now take me, like a good girl." He order, in his dominating voice again.

I left his hand. And holds his ejected dick in my hand. "I don't know what to do. Teach me."

"You're not a naive girl Shehnaaz. I know you know. You read novels. So do it. Like a good girl." He says, in his dominanting voice again.

He is totally in it. In his role of a Master. I need to act like a Sub now. So, I kiss the tip of his dick. It already have pre-cum; so I lick it. He moan in pleasure taking *my name*.

"Mmhmm! Shehnaaz."

I feel happy hearing his moan. So, I roll my tongue all over his dick getting more moans in rewards. His moans were encouraging me to do more. And I did. I lick his dick like a lollipop. He goan and holds my hair into his tight fist and ask me to take him silently. But I didn't. I want him to beg me.

"Fuck! Baby. I can't. Take it in your mouth and suck it. Like a good girl." His voice is desperate.

I don't want his desperation. I want him to beg.

"Fuck! Take me." He almost beg.

He sounds sexy. He sounds desperate. I know he must be looking sexy and desperate too. And, I so wanna see him in this position now. That how much he wants me? How much he crave for me? And I guess, he just read my thoughts or facial expression that's why he said..

"That's why I didn't want you to do it. NOW. Because, I want you to see it later. How you're pleasuring me. How desperate I'm getting for you. How much I'm craving for you. So. Stop. And get up. We will do it later." He pulls me up, almost forcefully.

"Let me d-"

"No. Not now." He pin my back against the wall ready fuck me.

"Please." I requests, but he surprised me entering inside me. "Ahhh!" I cried in pain.

"Not now. But later. After your eye operation. That time we'll do all the role-playing and other shits. Plus, I can say the damn line to you every time. Look into my eyes Shehnaaz, when I make love to you. See in my eyes how much I love you. See how much I have desire for you. Just look into my eyes. And see my love. I'm dying to say it to you." He says.

As desperate as his wish is. So is his kiss on my neck and his thrusts are. And I took everything with a smile and teary eyes. Thinking his dream will be fulfilled soon. I can give him that happiness. That pleasure.

"Please. Faster and harder." I beg, moaning.

"Sure." He didn't listen to my demand.

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