Tabaah (3)🥀

 

Her hands. 

Her look. 

Jhilmil's pov

I walked through the largest haveli of the richest family in the village. My hands were still adorned with the dried mehndi, a symbol of the shagun I had received here. 

Every corner of the mansion was alive with the preparations for the wedding of the great sarpanch. My Sarkar.

After that day of engagement drama, he kept visiting me, always with some feeble excuse. 

I knew, somehow, I was pulling him toward me. And though I wouldn’t say it aloud, I felt a small sense of pride.

Four days had passed since his engagement, and tonight, many women from the local brothel had been summoned to dance and entertain the men during the *mehndi* night. 

A voice broke into my thoughts, calling my name.

"Jhilmil!" 

I turned, startled, and quickly gathered the heavy skirt of my lehenga, making my way to the hall. It was my turn to dance.

The music started, the rhythm pulling me along with the other dancers. I was not the center of attention, just one of the background performers. I wasn’t skilled at dance, but it didn’t matter. 

However, I could feel eyes on me, intense and burning. I glanced around, the men were watching, from the youngest to the oldest, both married and unmarried. Finally, I found the eyes I was seeking—his.

Sarkar. 

He sat there, his left hand loosely holding a hookah pipe, and on his finger, the engagement ring gleamed under the dim lights.

My smile faltered. The ring. His eyes locked on mine, and his lips curved into a smirk, mocking the feelings he knew I harbored.

I twirled again, my heart aching. I wanted to run to him, tear that ring off his finger, and claim him as my own. But I couldn’t.

The dance ended, and I slipped away as the next group of dancers took their place. I excused myself and left for the garden, the cool night air barely soothing my turmoil. Leaning against the pillar, I tried to control the tears threatening to fall.

Tears of hurt. 

I had spent the entire day wandering through the haveli, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sarkar. My excitement had me rushing through the halls when I came across something that shattered me. 

In one of the rooms, two naked bodies were tangled together, moving in unison. It was Yudhir and his to-be wife, Neelam. 

I froze, standing in shock, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene. My heart broke, and I walked away only when I could no longer bear it.

"Itni sundar ladki yahan kya kar rahi hai?" a voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned to see an unfamiliar yet handsome man staring at me.

I leaned back against the wall as he closed the distance between us, his lips grazing my neck.

I closed my eyes, trying to erase Sarkar's touch from my mind. 

"Kitna legi ek raat ka?" he asked without hesitation, his gaze full of lust.

"Ek lakh," I replied without flinching, though my mind was screaming. Before I could process the absurdity of it, a bundle of cash hit the man's face.

I gasped, turning to see the very person who had caused my heart so much confusion—my Sarkar. He stood there in his best attire, his dark, intoxicated eyes focused on me, a heavy gold chain resting on his chest. His broad frame emanated power, his presence intoxicating. 

"Bhai sa, pehle maine is ladki ko pasand kiya tha," the man protested, though he didn’t hesitate to pocket the cash.

"Meri shaadi ka jashan hai... aaj aakhiri raat mere kuwarepan ke naam," Yudhir Chauhan said, his voice laced with amusement, making both men chuckle while my heart clenched painfully.

"Chal," Sarkar growled, grabbing my wrist before I could react. He pulled me into one of the lavish rooms in his haveli, locking the door behind us.

He looked me up and down, his gaze devouring every inch of me. 

"Saji toh dulhan ki tarah hai... par afsos, dulhan toh ban nahi paayi," he taunted, removing his kurta.

Anger flared within me, and I unpinned my dupatta, tossing it aside with defiance.

"Mere haq aap par dulhan na banane ke baad bhi rahenge, Sarkar," I declared, my voice steady but my heart racing.

His eyes darkened, his jaw clenched. He stepped closer until we were nose to nose, his hand gripping my cheek.

"Zyada zubaan na chalaye thari!" His accent was thick, his breath smelling of alcohol.

"Chup kara lijiye phir hume, Sarkar," I teased, my fingers trailing over the hard muscles of his abs. His resolve broke, and his lips crashed against mine.

"Chup toh tujhe karayunga raand." He said and threw me on bed and removed my skirt with panties. 

"Teri yeh chut laal kar kar ke, teri cheekhe nikal tujhe bhenchod!" He slapped my cunt after throwing the skirt away on floor. 

"Ummm ahhh Sarkar ahhh" i squirmed from his slaps and tried to close my legs but he held them open tightly. 

"Ab bol saali! Ab kyu na chal rhi teri jubaan madarchod!" He threw slaps after slaps on my cunt till I was wet and dripping. 

He kissed my lips and literally ate my mouth. Tearing my blouse he sucked my nipples to take his milk like a thirsting animal. 

His fingers intruded in my hole and he fingered fucked till I cummed five times. Still he didn't stop. 

"Nikal saali ab paani apna raand!!!" 

"Ahhhh sarkar ummmm nikal rha hai ahhhh khud hi sarkar ahhhh" i cried feeling high amount of pleasure. 

"Ahhhh Sarkar ahhhh mera ahhhh sarkar ahhhh kuch aaaa raha hai Sarkar ahhh" I was crying feeling over simulated 

"Ohhhh bhenchod raand ne moot dia mere haath par!" He laughed and fingered me more deeply till I screamed 

"Ache se cheekh saali !!! Teri yeh cheekh hi mera lund khada krti hai kutiya ahhhh nikal moot aur zyda mere liye!!" He fingered and I saw him removing his dhoti fastly. 

"Ahhh sarkar meri chut chodo na! Ab ruka nahi jaa rha hai!" I begged and saw his big huge cock with strong veins in view. 

"Aaja meri raand! Teri chut ka bhosda bana du!!" He held me in his arms and fucked me with impatient thrusts. 

My whole body shook with powerful thrusts and I felt so full of his big wood. 

"Ahhh le saali mera mota danda apne andar ahhh ahhhh banwa apna bhosda mere lund se kutiya ahhhh saali bhenchod! " He gritted when I clenched around his cock. 

"Ahhhh sarkar bhot jor se ahhh kar rhe hai aap! Aai aai aaahh" I said and he pinched my nipples instead of stopping. 

"Jor se karne par hi bhosda banega Tera haramzadi! Chudwa mere lund se!" He kept on fucking me till I cum around his cock. 

I was gasping, my body shuddering beneath his strong one, and he leaned down to share soft kisses with me.

"Bol saali aur pelu tujhe raand!? Hmm?" He asked with madness in his eyes. 

"Mera mota lund teri chut ko ache se faas raha hai na meri kutiya !? Hmmm? Karegi na mere lund par moot firse saali!?" He asked in mocking with his hips providing hard thrusts. 

"Ahhhhhhhh...... SARKAR" I whimpered like a leaf under him. 

"Ab chala na juban saali!" He bit a chunk of my boobs leaving his teeth mark and I cried out when he pulled out his cock and then screamed when he pushed them back in with force.

"Muj...he aahh...hh ahhh jhad...na hai aahhhhh..." I licked my lips.

He smirked and kissed me passionately, adding another full deep thrust in my cunt. 

My eyes shut tight from the intense feeling of being stretched out. He kept going, adding a slight pressure and then aiding me to my orgasm by teasing my clit. 

"Ahh meri chut ah....hh naaahi ahhhhh" I tried to stop his fingers but he was stronger than me and locked my legs around his neck. 

"Chup kar saali!!! Ahhhh pura andar le aur meri ugliyan bhi le bhenchod !! Ahhhhh tera Sara nikal dunga Mai !!! jaisa tune dekha hi tha!!" He said and my eyes opened to look at him. 

So, he knew that I watched him fucking his soon to be wife. 

He held my face and looked into my eyes, without stopping his thrusts. 

"Tu mere lund se chudne ke liye bani hai bas raand ! Kyuki meri patni toh koi aur hogi!" He said and I didn't cry instead kissed him hard, sharing my obsession for me. 

I started letting out high whining sounds, and breathing grew harsher as he built up a steady pace with his cock in and out. 

And cummed around his thick cock again and again. 

He didn't stop and it turned late at night. He was fucking me all night in different positions. 

He rocked his hips onto mine, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. His hands latched onto my shoulders, and my mouth went to his. I kissed him hard, pouring my lust for him. 

"Ahhh pura andar le raand ahhhhh ahhh aaja meri aakhiri raat hai kutiya ummm ahhhhhh isse yaad gaar bana de aahh ahh" he grunted and spanked my ass whole I danced my hips on his cock. 

"Ji Sarkar!" The music and laughing around the celebrations was silent to us as we both were drowning in our own lust. 

"Ahhhhh ahhh bhenchod aur jor se khud mere lund par ahhh ahhh" his eyes shut night as I moved faster! 

"Ahhhhh ahhh mera aale wala hai ahhhh ahh !!" He groaned and increased his thrusts in me. 

He urged in with more brutal thrusts, and the scream that tore out of him was so fucking hot. 

"Ahhhhhh madarchod!!!!! Mere lund ne paani chod diya!!!! Ahhhhhh!!

He groaned loudly and bit down hard on my shoulder as he rammed into me one last time to fill my hole with his hot semen. 

"Ahhhhhhhh sarkarrrrr ahhhhhhhh mera bhi paaaaani aaaaa gayaaa" I cummed at same time as his and fell on top of him. 

His hot semen felt deep in me I craved for more and more in me. 

I tried to slip off him, my body still humming from the intensity of the night, but his strong hands gripped my waist, keeping me locked in place. "Ruk jaa," his voice was a soft growl, as if he wasn’t ready to let go, even after hours of claiming me. 

The heat between us hadn’t faded, and I found myself giving in to the pull of his body once more.

The night stretched long, an endless tide of passion that neither of us could resist. 

My friends had left hours ago, the world outside growing quieter, but inside, between these four walls, it was as if time didn’t exist. 

He wouldn’t let me leave. Each time I thought it was over, he would pull me back, his lips crashing into mine, our bodies tangled in a fever that refused to subside.

We lost count of how many times we surrendered to each other.  

I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t think. I was lost in him, in the way he touched me, the way he looked at me as if I was the only thing that mattered in that moment.

But when morning light streamed through the window, reality hit hard. My hopes, so fragile, were shattered in the cold, unforgiving light of day. What we shared last night—it meant something to me. 

But I wasn’t sure if it meant the same to him.

If I thought a single night could change his decision, I was gravely mistaken. The very next day, he stood before me, marrying her without hesitation, without a trace of regret. Right in front of my eyes, he became a married man.

As I watched him place the mangalsutra around her neck, my heart shattered into pieces. I wanted to scream but not once looked in my direction, his focus entirely on the rituals, as if I never existed in his world.

I could feel the tears burning behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Not here, not in front of everyone. 

"Tumhe laga ek raat sab kuch badal degi?" I could almost hear his mocking voice in my head. I had been so foolish to believe he would choose me, that for a moment, I mattered.

"Tumhare liye toh main kabhi thi hi nahi," I whispered to myself, realizing the bitter truth as the final pheras were taken.

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