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इक ऐसे गगन के तले

Author's POV.

She remained silent for few seconds and then spoke,

"Hume.. Hume nahi Sona."

He smiled and asked,

"Maza aa raha tumhe?".

She nodded, shyly.

"Poora andar daal de?".

She immediately shook her head.

"Nahi, poora nahi, dard hoga Hume."

He placed a kiss on the side of her lips and muttered,

"Hume pata hai tumhe dard hoga, isliye hum aage nahi badh rahe."

Due to her core and his cock's wetness, his dick slipped outside from her core.

He held his shaft and stroked it a few times, she watched his shaft.

His big shaft in his hand. And she noticed something.

Blood.

She became tensed. Holding his arms. He looked up into her eyes and raised his eyebrows.

She spoke in a low voice,

"Ji... Choriye na Hume."

He asked in the same low voice,

"Kya hua."

He saw her tensed face. He cupped her cheek from the other hand and caressing it slowly he asked,

"Kya hua.. koi ..pareshani hai? Hume batao. Dard ho raha?".

She shook her head. Gaining courage she spoke holding his arms,

"Hume lagta hai humara.. humara.. maasik-".

He shook his head, cutting her off.

"Shh..Kuch nahi hua..".

"Par.. khoon," she asked.

He kissed just below her lips and muttered,

"Hota hai.. pehli baar me. Chinta karne ki baat nahi hai, hn?".

She nodded, trusting him.

He didn't knew why, he smiled widely all of a sudden and spoke in her ear in a low voice,

"Ab tumhari maa ji tumhe kunwari nahi kahegi."

She didn't understood anything. She thought, connecting pieces together.

Blood. Stain. On bedsheet. First night. Blood. First time. And it struck her. She understood what her mother-in-law meant by virginity that day. Oh my God, she was so shy.

She wasn't a virgin anymore. Her husband took her virginity, finally.

She was still busy in her thoughts when he entered inside her again and she moaned curling her toes,

"Annnhhhh.. abhiii.. dheere."

He nodded.

And muttered in her ear,

"Bas kuch der, kuch der Hume thoda tumhe pareshan karne do, thoda jor se lene do na tumhe."

She nodded and moaned at the same time.

She felt him entering roughly inside her, half way, but quite roughly, making her moan, dig her nails on his back.

Once-twice-again-again.

"Aanhhh annhh dhe-dheere."

"Aanhhhhhh humari- aah - jaan lenge- aap."

"Aanhh.. abhiii.. dheere.."

He was on his verge, her moans surrounding the room, making him more horny and pushing him more towards release. Making him thrust more roughly inside her. Again and again. Without stopping.

He knew he was hurting her, but he needed a release. As soon as possible.

And suddenly she moaned,

"Abhi - abhii- abhiiigyaannn - aaaanhhh - dheere.. babu dheere."

This was it. His name, from her mouth, turned him on to a very different level. And his seeds spilled inside her, leaving him panting heavily, chest heaving up and down.

She didn't knew what was happening to him as she felt something warm flowing inside her and his loud groan against her neck,

"Aanhhhh... priya.... Aanhhhh...ummm  aahhhh babu..ahhh ahh."

With his last drop inside her, his breathing started calming down.

He rested upon her. Until his dick was hard again. He had liked fucking her so very much. He had enjoyed every bit of her cunt. Tight cunt.

Not only once, he spilled his warm seeds inside her four times in a row and the only thing heard inside the room was her anklet bells and her moans. She didn't stop him. She was feeling pleasured too. She let him do everything that he wanted to.

Because he was slow. Slow in the beginning and very rough by the end. She liked it. She liked the way his body shivered when he released. She liked the way he was getting weak in her arms while releasing. She liked the way he used to moan her name senselessly.

When he came inside her the last time, he laid over her, and she wrapped her arms around him. Tightly. Caressing his back to calm him down.

Few good minutes passed, they were in same position, his cock had slipped outside of her, he was lying in her arms.

She moved her eyes in his direction, and pushed his hairs back from his face, only to find his eyes closed.

She asked slowly,

"Aap... Aap so Gaye kya?".

Abhigyan moved his head slowly, replying,

"Nahi... Bas acha lag raha.. tumhari baahon me.. duniya ki nazron se door."

She smiled and kissed on his hair.

He stood up from his place slowly, after minutes passed, and cupped her core lightly.

Looking into her eyes he asked,

"Dard ho raha?".

She shook her head. She was in pain, slightly, but she didn't wanted  to tell him.

He moved towards the cupboard. Wrapping a towel around his torso, he came back and placed her head on the pillows after placing her in the middle of the bed.

He covered her with sheets and spoke,

"Ruko, hum aa rahe."

She nodded her head.

He opened the gate, walked outside and shut the door.

After waiting for 6-7 minutes, he returned back, with a cotton wet cloth in his hand. Shutting the door, he walked towards the bed

Removing sheets from her body, he saw her legs, that were still parted, not wide enough but yes.

He parted it more and she thought that he wants to do it again. But he leaned forward and wiped her core slowly with the cloth. Opening her folds, he wiped her clean inside.

With warm water touching her core, she felt a little relaxed. He bent down, and kissed on her clit. Her hands moved to his hair, their eyes locked.

"Aur.. aur chahiye Hume," she demanded, hesitantly, referring to kisses.

He nodded and holding her inner thigh with one hand and folds with another, he kissed her again. Again. And again. Her core was wet again.

But it didn't distract him. He didn't stop, he kept on kissing and licking her at intervals until she held his shoulder and pulled him closer.

His head against her breasts. Yes, she wanted him to suck on her milky tits. She forwarded it to him, but he denied and moved his lips away.

She forwarded him again but he denied again.

When he noticed her irritated face, he spoke in her ear while teasing her nipple with his finger,

"Doodh chahiye Hume inme."

She laughed, mutely.

She knew that the milk comes only after child is born. She had seen her sister-in-law struggling to produce milk after Anil's birth.

She caressed his hair and replied,

"Wo toh tabhi hoga na, jab aap hume apne bacche ki maa banayenge."

He smiled.

Mother of his child.

He liked hearing it.

He replied her,

"Shuruat toh humne kar di hai aaj koshish ki, bhagwan ki Daya Rahi humare upar toh yeh khwaish bhi poori ho jaegi aapki."

She nodded.

Something tensed him, as he spoke,

"Agle ek hafta aap apna khyaal rakhengi, waada kijiye Hume."

She nodded, "Promise."

"Aur aap bhi waada kijiye Hume, ki aap maa ji ke saath saath apna bhi khyal rakhenge."

He promised.

After minutes of silence, he spoke,

"Har baar sheher jaane se pehle Hume.. dar.. lagta hai. Pata nahi iss bar doctor sahab kya keh denge."

She was running her fingers slowly on his back and with another hand she was caressing his head.

He continued,

"Priya, janti ho, sirf Hume pata hai Ghar me ki...," he looked into her eyes and then hid his face again in her embrace, "ki mushkil se do mehna hai humare paas."

She was shocked.

Just two month?

But her mother-in-law didn't seemed that unhealthy. No one would believe it. No one.

"Tumhe.. lagta hoga.. sharir toh theek hai unka.. par tumne unhe humari shaadi se pehle nahi dekha.. bahut gir chuka hai unka sharir ab pehle se. Pata nahi agle kuch dinon me kya hoga."

They remained silent.

No one spoke anything.

But Abhigyan wanted to share something with her. Something that everyone else in the family knew, but she didn't. He wanted her to know that. He wanted her to know everything related to him and his family. So he called,

"Priya."

She hummed.

"Kuch batana chahte hai tumhe hum," he was drawing circles on her aereolas.

She hummed, gulping mutely.

"Kisi ko bataogi nahi na? Waada karo."

"Nahi bataenge hum kisi ko abhigyan ji, waada."

He smiled, smiled thinking and replaying in his mind, how she took his name without knowing that how much it had made him happy.

He closed his eyes and spoke,

"Priya, woh-", he stopped, feeling lump in his throat.

She caressed his arm to calm him.

He inhaled deeply and spoke again,

"Priya, Abhisar hai na."

"Ji."

"Woh- woh humara- humara..".

She cupped his cheek and made him look into his eyes.

"Nahi bata paa rahe, koi baat nahi hai. Abhi batana thodi zaroori hai sab kuch babu, hn? Hum samajhte hai aapko."

Her words, her words did something to him. Something more than he actually felt.

He raised his body a little up, only to cover them with blanket, upto her neck and he hid himself inside the blanket, in her arms, his head on her right arm  and hand around her waist.

She was caressing him. Soothing him, when he spoke,

"Abhisar humara sautela Bhai hai."