Tabaah (4)🥀

 Jhilmil's pov 

After being heartbroken from witnessing Yudhir’s wedding, I made the final decision to leave the village behind. 

Every step towards the mandap had shattered my heart further, and I knew I couldn’t stay here anymore. I needed space, away from the memories, from the suffocating pain. 

With my bags packed and dressed in a white saree, his favorite color, I walked out into the dark, leaving behind everything and everyone. It was 3 AM, right after the pheras. I hadn’t spoken a word to anyone. I couldn’t. The weight of my emotions was too much to bear.

The path ahead was uneven and eerily silent. The air felt thick with foreboding. Dense trees surrounded me on both sides; this was the shortest but most dangerous route out of the village. I walked with no purpose, like a living corpse, my tears long dried, leaving only numbness behind.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. I imagined him celebrating his first night with his new bride, while I was here, broken, alone, consumed by my obsession for him. How pathetic had I become?

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, the sound of crunching leaves snapped me out of it. I turned instinctively, but before I could react, something hard, like an iron rod, struck the back of my head. The sharp pain radiated through my skull.

"Ahhhh!" I screamed, collapsing to the ground, my handbag spilling open as I clutched my head. 

Disoriented, I glanced up and froze. Three men, their eyes filled with vile intentions, stood before me. Their twisted smiles sent chills down my spine. 

“Chhordo mujhe! Ahhhh!!! Koi bachao!!!” I screamed, fear taking over, but it was useless. Two of them grabbed me by my arms, their dirty fingers digging into my skin as they dragged me deeper into the forest. 

“Chup kar, Saali! Itni raat mein kaun tujhe bachane aayega?” one of them sneered, his breath foul as he laughed in my face.

My heart raced, panic overtaking my body. I thrashed, kicked, and screamed with everything I had, but their hold on me tightened. They were taking me towards a small tent, a bonfire burning outside it. Dread washed over me as I heard them discussing what they would do to me. 

One of them spat, "Aaj raat mazaa aayega. Chikhne saali aur chikh! Dekhte hai kon bachata hai tujhe aaj!?"

I struggled harder, tears streaming down my face, but I was no match for their strength. I felt utterly helpless, my screams echoing through the darkness.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" I cried out, my voice breaking, but then—a deafening gunshot rang through the night.

Everything stopped. The men froze. 

Three loud thuds followed, and I gasped as all three of them fell to the ground, bullets lodged between their eyes. 

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I looked around, terrified and confused. Then, a soft whistle broke the silence. 

I whipped my head toward the sound, and there he was. Sarkar. My Sarkar.

A wave of emotions hit me all at once—fear, relief, confusion, and something deeper. My feet moved before my mind could catch up. I ran straight into his arms, clutching his chest as sobs wracked my body. 

“Sarkar!” I cried out, pressing myself into his solid frame, his white kurta quickly soaking with my tears. 

He stood there, calm as ever, tucking his gun behind his back, as if killing three men was just another day for him. His hand found my back, rubbing slow, soothing circles. 

“Arey Sasori, itna kaha toh rahi hoon. Khatam kar diye hai inhe. Ab kya zarurat thi itni raat ko bahar nikalne ki? Haan?” he asked casually, as if scolding me for a small mistake.

I couldn’t respond. My body was trembling, both from the shock of what just happened and the overwhelming safety I felt in his arms. But I couldn’t let him see my bag. The bag that held everything, my escape. 

“W—woh bas yuhi…” I stuttered, wiping my tears with shaky hands, avoiding his eyes.

He hummed, clearly not satisfied with my answer. His gaze shifted, as if he was about to look around and spot the bag, but I panicked. Without thinking, I grabbed his face and pulled him down into a desperate kiss.

Our lips crashed together, and all my pent-up emotions exploded in that moment. His lips responded with a fierce passion, his hands gripping my waist as he pulled me closer. He tasted of power and danger, and I wanted more. 

His tongue parted my lips, exploring every corner of my mouth as I moaned softly against him. His hands roamed my body, caressing my back, my arms, pulling me deeper into the kiss. 

Breathless, he pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with lust. Without a word, he lifted me off the ground, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, holding on tightly. 

With a low growl, he carried me toward the tent, his movements impatient, his need for me clear in every step. Inside the tent, a mattress lay on the ground. He set me down gently, but his eyes never left mine, filled with an intensity that made my heart race.

He ripped off his kurta in one swift motion, revealing his chiseled body. My breath hitched at the sight of marks of his new bride, and my mind screamed at me—he’s married now.

Just as he leaned down to kiss me again, I placed my hand on his chest, stopping him. He looked down at me, confused and a little irritated.

“Not tonight… It’s your wedding night, isn’t it?” I said bitterly, my voice trembling with emotion.

He chuckled darkly, his fingers trailing down my arm. 

"Tu kahe toh main chala jaau? Hmm? Bol na?" His voice was teasing, but there was something possessive in his tone. 

"Ummmm" I moaned feeling his hips thrusting over my covered vagina. 

His placed kisses over my big boobs. 

"Bol na meri raand" he whispered while trailing his fingers inside my saree. 

I wanted to resist, but the way his touch ignited a fire in me, I couldn’t.

"Chala jaau kya? Na maaru teri chut ko apne lund se? Hmmm?" I gasped feeling his strong long fingers over my panty.

The connection between us was undeniable, pulling me deeper into him. My resistance crumbled.

I pulled him in heated kiss sharing my decision. 

He didn't waste the time and tear off my saree, throwing it away. 

"Blouse khol apna kutiya. Ummm tere bade bade dudh ko nochna hai mujhe aur inse dudh Pina hai mujhe raand!" He jiggled my boobs and started tearing my blouse. 

My big boobies jumped out and he latched onto nipples. 

"Ahhhh sarkar ummmm dheere se ummm ahhh Sara aapka hi dudh hai aaram se pi lijiye" I said and massaged his hair. 

"Itne mote mote chuche hai saali tere!" He spanked my boobs. 

"Ummm ahhhh" i moaned 

"Dudh katam hi nahi hota inse. Jab dekho dudh se bhare hue rhete hai yeh ummmm tera rasila dudh kutiya ummm" he sucked the milk out and felt so good. 

He kept on drinking the milk from both my milk jugs till they got empty. 

Then he said,

"Aaj toh tera dudh pike bhot takat aa gyi hai rand!" He spanked my inner thighs and seperated my legs. 

"Ahhh sarkar" i shreiked when he dragged me closed to himself. 

"Aaj toh Puri raat chikna hai tujhe meri kutiya ahhhh bhenchod ki Lodi bhot jor se chut maarunga teri mai aaj" he declared and positioned my leg on his shoulder. 

"Ohhhhhhh.....ahhhh...sarkar ummmm pura ek baar mei daal  diya andar ahhhhhh dard ho raha hai ahhh" i cried in pleasure and pain both. 

He didn't wait for me to stop crying and thrusted like an powerful machine. 

In and out. 

"Ahhhhh saali abhi tak tight kaise hai tu ummmmm ahhhh mere lund ko daba diya hai ahhh bhenchod dheela chord Thora ahhhh ahhhh" he said with jaw clenched 

I tried to lose up a bit and his pace increased. He made me cum three times in same position then changed the position. 

"Tere chuttad par toh aese hi thappad padne chahiye raand meri ! " He spanked my ass while I took his whole big cock in my core. 

"Ohhh ahhhhhh sarkar ahhh bhot mota hai apka ahhhhh ahhh meri chut ummm ahhhh" I said unable to move from fatigue. 

"Tere bade bade chutad ke bech me daba mera lund saali kutiya ahhhhh ahhh teri chut ki garmi se hi shaant kar ab mera danda!" He gave me many spanks till my ass turned red 

"Ahhh ahhh kar rahi ho sarkar ahhh aur nahi ho raha hai ahhhh mujhse umm ahhh" I said with difficulty 

"Aese kaise nahi hoga raand! Jab lund khada karna janti hai toh shaant bhi kar isse ahhhhh apni chut fadwa mujhse ahhhh kutiya saali ummmm ahhhh uchal jor se !" He slapped my boobs making them jiggle and I cummed on his cock feeling too much fucked. 

"Ahhhhhhh sarkar ahhhhhh main jhad gayi sarkar ummmm ahhhhhh" my eyes rolled back as I coated his cock. 

He chuckled and held my hair tightly not stopping his penetration. 

"Saali thak gayi fir bhi ahhhh mere lund ko geela kar rhi hai madarchod !!! Pure lawde ko geela kar dia chut ke paani se ahhhh" he hissed and bit my neck while I fall on his chest. 

"Abhi toh mera ras bhi bharunga teri chut mei aur fir gaand mei saali! Tu thak gayi hai par mai nahi!" He understood that I became tired and took the lead. 

His madness and hard pounds started inside me. He fucked my hole as if it was air for him to breathe. 

"Ahhhh ahhh sarkar umm ahhh haule karo ahhh ahh pura andar ahhhh jaa rha hai ahhhhh ahhhh lag raha hai andar tak mere aaah ahhh" I was mess from my cum. 

He spit at our junction and continued thrusting. 

"Tujhe toh mai randi ki tarah ki choduga saali ahhhh tere yeh ched mere lund se fatne ke liye hi Bane hai kutiya ahhhhhh" he growled with dark eyes and kissed my lips with tongue inside my mouth. 

"Bhen ki Lodi chal ghodi ban ab. Teri chut fadu Aaj mai ahhhhh" he pumped his cock in his fist while I took the position. 

"Ahhhh sarkar ummmmm bhot jor se chod rhe hai aap toh ahhhh" he pounded in me like he was riding a horse. 

"Ahhhh meri ghodi ummmmm teri chut ahhh esse hi fadwane mei ahhh maja hai aata hai tujhe raand haaan!? Ahhhh ahhhh le mera pura Lund ummm ahhhhh!!" He held my hair in a fist and ride me 

"ahhhh meri ahhhh chuchiyana aahhhhh" he started pinching them and I moaned feeling fucked like an animal. 

"Tere chucho mei se dudh gir raha hai haramzaadi ahhhh ahhh kitna bhar ke rakhti hai inhe ahhhh ahh" he moaned and pinched them, dropping milk on floor. 

"Ahhhhh apke liye bhot dudh aata hai mera sarkar ahhh ahhh pil Lena isss sarkar ahhh ahhhh" I moaned madely and in few thrusts I cummed on his cock again. 

"ahhhh bhenchod ummm ahhhhhh pura andar tak le saali ahhhhh ek boond bhi nahi girne dunga Aaj mere ras ki ahhh ahhhh" he grunted and I begged feeling his throbbing thick cock veins inside me. 

"Ahhhhh sarkar ahhhhh bhar dijiye mujhe ahhhhh daal dijiye meri chut mei apna maal ahhhhh meri randi ko ahhhh aapke ras ki jarurat hai ahhh ahh sarkar!!!!" I begged feeling my own eyes rolled back. 

"Ahhhhhh saali kutiya haramzaadi ohhhhhh ahhhhhhh!!!!!! Harami baate karti hai tu ahhhhhhh mera lund chord raha hai ahhhhhhh tere liye bhenchod ahhhhhhh yeh le apne andar bhen ki Lodi!!!!" He gave last few force thrust that shook my body and felt it deep inside me. 

We both shook and screamed from heavy orgasms and his cum was so much that it leaked out of me. 

He laughed seeing my struggle to keep his semen inside me. 

Spanking my ass he said,"teri choti chut mei pura ras nahi aa raha hai mera. Koi baat nahi andar tak bhar diya hai maine tere ched ko randi" 

I smiled and chuckled too and hugged him while laying on his chest. He moved his semi hard dick again inside me to make me feel so full. 

That night, under the flickering glow of the bonfire, we shared something raw, something primal. His hands explored every inch of my body, and I responded to his touch with a need I could no longer deny. 

The tent was filled with groans and gasps, the sounds of our bodies moving together in perfect sync.

And it didn’t end there. For the next month, every night was the same—passion, fire, and a darkness that bound us together in ways words could never explain. We both knew it was wrong, but neither of us cared.

I was trapped in his world, his obsession, and maybe… he was trapped in mine too.

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Jhilmil was walking naked as it was noon time and she knew no one would come into her room at this time. 

She was viewing her body in full length mirror and adoring the big red purple marks giving by her sarkar in early morning rning. 

Her smile fell off when someone entered her room without any knock. 

" Kon ha----- aap?" Her horrified face turned from anger to happiness to finally blush. 

"Wah meri randi, puri nangi hoke ghum Rahi hai" yudhir smirked and closed the room without leaving the chance to eye fuck her body. 

"Wo-h sarkar bas esse hi." Jhilmil said shyly and saw him walking closer to her. 

"Aaj aap kaise aa gaye jaldi?" She asked while he made her remove his clothes. 

He bit her neck while she was removing his kurta and dhoti with difficulty. 

"Ajj mere lund shaant nahi ho raha hai. Yeh teri chut ko garami chahta hai" he said and held her in his arms with legs around his waist. 

"Ahhhhh" she moaned when he sucked her nipples full of milk. 

"Ummmmmmm, itna betab rakhti hai tu mujhe kutiya" he hissed and drank her sweet milk. 

"Tera pura dudh piyunga saali ummmmmmm aur teri chut ka bhosda bhi bana dunga mere lund se ahhhh" he moaned at the end as he pushed his cock in her already fucked vagina. 

"Ahhhhh sarkar ummmm ahhhhhh dheere ahhhhh subha se ahhh dard ho raha hai umm. Ahhhh" her body shook with his animalistic thrusts. 

"Ahhhhh saali tune hi betab kia hai mujhe ahhhh ahhhh ab dheere chodne ko mat bol ahhhhh mera lund teri chut bharke hi manega ajjj ahhhh ahhhh" he moaned and left many marks around her body while fucking her.

He fucked her in same position till she came five times and her big boobs were out of milk. 

Then he laid down on bed with jhilmil on top of her, moving her big ass on his dick. 

"Ahhhhh ahhh Sarkar bhot andar tak ahhhh maar rhe hai aap ahhhh ahhhh ayiiue maaaa ahhhhh ahhhh" jhilmil cried in pleasure. 

"Ahhhhh saali tere yeh chuttad bade ho rhe hai ahhh chud chud kar ahhhhh ahhhh itne bade pichwade hila kar ahhhhh mera lund daba rhi hai apne andar ahhhh ahhh" he groaned feeling her tight cunt clench. 

"Meri kutiya ko chudwane me maja aa rha hai na!? Bol meri raand!?" He asked while fingering her ass. 

"Ahhhhhhh haaaan haaaaann haaaan sarkar ahhhhhhh apse ahhhh chudne mei ahhhhhh maja aaaa raha hai ahhhh ahhh" she half yelled and her eyes rolled back to release her intense pleasure built inside her stomach.

She cummed so many times but Yudhir was not satisfied yet. He was pounding like a madman, that too a possessive one. 

"Ahhhhh ahhhh sarkar ummm ahhhh ab toh ruk jaiye ahhhhhh doh ghante ho gaye hai ahhhhh mera chut aur nhi sehe payegi ahhhh" she said as her body bounced from impacts of penetration. 

"Bol saalo tu meri hai !!! ahhhhhhh bol ahhhhh ki tu sirf mujhse chudegi ahhhhh" he demanded an answer with eyes so dark for lust and thirsting for possessing jhilmil. 

"Ahhhh sarkar ummmm hum kaise aapke ho sakte hai ahhhh ahhh" Feeling overwhelmed by his possessive nature but still elated to finally hear the truth, Jhilmil asked softly, her heart racing as she tried to process his confession.

"Baate mat bana abhi mere saath!" He asked angrily turning her around and looking into her eyes. 

"Ahhhhh sarkar bas ahhhhh bhot mota hai aapka ahhhhh andar tak ahhhh mat daliye ahhh maaa aiyeaaaa rukiye" she cried feeling too much pleasure from their deep position 

"Meri aankho mei dekh kar bol ki tu meri hai!!!!!" He asked edging towards his own orgasms. 

Jhilmil didn't say it because she wanted the same from him. So, she said,

"Phele aap boliye ahhhh ki aap mere hai! Ahhhhhhh sarkar ahhhh fir sirf mai aapki hu ahhhhh" she cried not from pleasure but from seeing his expression and eyes change. 

"Ahhhhh bhen ki Lodi ahhhhh haramzaadi!!!" He thrusted angrily and madly in her while she smiled and laughed in response 

"Nafrat hai mujhe tujhse!!!" He exclaimed and shut his eyes while giving sloppy thrusts. 

"Janti hu" she replied with confidence and a smile that attacked his heart. 

"Nafrat hai tujhse kyuki tune mujhe apna deewana banaya hai!!!!" He finally admitted the truth he had kept buried deep in his heart, a truth he had fought to suppress for so long.

"Tu sirf meri hai ahhhhh aur mai sirf tera jhilmil ahhhhhhh" he grunted and his body as he sprayed his warm cum in her tight pussy. 

"Ahhhhh mera pura maal nikal diya tune jhilmil ahhhh madarchod ahhhhh" he fell on top on her and saw her pussy leaking from his cum. 

"Aap sirf mere" jhilmil said as if it was dream for her to finally hear his confession. 

Yudhir adjusted the collar of his crisp white kurta, casting a quick glance toward Jhilmil as she stood before the mirror, draped in the white mirror-embroidered saree he had gifted her. He had insisted on helping her get dressed, his fingers grazing her skin with slow deliberation as he arranged the pleats, teasing her with stolen kisses along her neck and shoulders. Jhilmil’s cheeks flushed at his touch, her heart skipping each time his lips brushed her skin. 

The soft flicker of satisfaction in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed, and for the first time in weeks, Jhilmil felt a semblance of happiness. She savored his gentle looks, the rare tenderness in his gestures that had long been absent.

She knew deep down that what they were doing—Yudhir betraying his wife—was wrong, immoral even. But Jhilmil was consumed by her own obsession, blinded by the fierce desire that had grown for him. In the month they had spent together, Yudhir had barely visited his wife, Neelam, and that alone gave Jhilmil hope. It made her believe that perhaps he belonged more to her now, that their time together meant something deeper.

In her mind, this could be the beginning of a future with him—a future she had once thought impossible. This evening, they were planning to step out together, hand in hand, into the bustling fair. For Jhilmil, it felt like a step closer to her dream.

But that dream came crashing down.

The door swung open, and there, standing in the threshold, was Neelam—Yudhir’s legal wife. The air in the room stilled. Her expression was cold, knowing, and unforgiving. There was no need for words; her eyes said it all. She had discovered their affair.

Jhilmil’s heart sank, the flicker of hope extinguished in an instant.

The room where it all began—the dark, dim-lit brothel room—now felt suffocating, heavy with secrets, betrayal, and obsession. Yudhir stood there, his eyes filled with conflicted emotions, staring at Jhilmil, the woman he couldn’t keep away from, despite everything. 

Jhilmil, draped in a soft sari, her eyes gleaming with the same dangerous obsession that had drawn him to her, stood silent. This was their place, where their madness had started. The very bed that once ignited their passion now held the weight of something darker.

And then, Neelam appeared.

Her footsteps echoed in the room, and when Yudhir turned, his face stern. She had found them, the truth was out, and the look in her eyes wasn’t just pain—it was pure rage.

“yahi hai tumhare pyar ka sach?” Neelam’s voice dripped with venom. Her eyes scanned the room, then landed on Jhilmil with a mix of disgust and hatred. 

"Yeh hai tumhari Jhilmil, iss gande kamre mein, jahan tum dono ne mujhe dhoka diya?"

Jhilmil stood firm, defiant, but Yudhir was stern as if he didn't care about Neelam's opinion. 

"Batao mujhe?!" Neelam snapped, her laughter cold and hollow. “kya yeh tumhari shaadi sirf ek dhoka tha? Tumhara jhoota natak?”

Yudhir didn't lowered his head, knowing there were no excuses left. His silence was louder than any words he could have spoken. Neelam circled them like a predator, her anger barely contained.

“Mujhse vivah kiya tha na tumne?” Neelam’s voice was bitter. “Aur yahan aake is aurat ke saath apne rishte ka mazak banaya. Tum dono ko dekh kar ghinn aati hai.”

As she spoke, Jhilmil suddenly coughed violently, clutching her chest. Her body trembled as blood splattered from her mouth, staining her sari.

"Jhilmil!" Yudhir’s voice cracked, rushing to her side, fear gripping him as he saw the blood. 

He reached for her, his hands trembling. "Kya ho raha hai tumhe?"

Jhilmil coughed again, blood flowing down her lips, but she smiled, a strange satisfaction in her eyes. 

For the first time, she saw Yudhir panic—saw him care. "Yudhir," she whispered, her voice weak, "tumhe... farak padta hai?"

Yudhir’s heart raced. He held her tightly, his mind spinning. “Nahi… main tumhe kuch nahi hone dunga. Main tumhe gaon ke doctor ke paas le jaata hoon!”

As he tried to lift her, Neelam laughed, a chilling, cruel sound. “Doctor? Ha! Tum soch rahe ho ke doctor is zehar ko theek karega? Yeh gaon ka zehar hai, Yudhir. Incurable.” She crossed her arms, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

Yudhir’s face drained of color as Neelam’s words sank in. He looked at her, pleading. He was ready to do anything yo save Jhilmil. 

“Neelam, yeh mat karo."

But Neelam only smiled wider. 

“Tumhe lagta hai yeh sab uske liye tha? Nahi, Yudhir. Yeh sab tumhare liye tha. Tumhe barbaad karne ke liye.”

Jhilmil, still coughing and trembling in Yudhir’s arms, managed to smile weakly, blood dripping from her lips. Seeing Yudhir’s tears for her, his desperation, gave her a strange peace. She had won something in the end—his heart, even if only for these last moments.

But Neelam wasn’t done. The only ‘cure’ she had in store wasn’t mercy. 

Before Yudhir could react, the gunshot rang through the room.

Yudhir’s body jerked violently as the bullet tore through his chest. His breath caught, eyes wide in disbelief as he staggered back, blood quickly staining his shirt. He clutched at the wound, gasping, his vision blurring.

Neelam stood, her expression cold and triumphant, holding the smoking gun in her hand. 

“Tumhe chahti thi, Yudhir. Tumhe pyar karti thi. Lekin ab sirf badla mila hai.”

Yudhir stumbled back toward Jhilmil, his body weakening with each step. 

He collapsed beside her on the very bed where they first met, their sanctuary of lust and obsession. The irony of it wasn’t lost on either of them.

Jhilmil, barely able to breathe, her life slipping away, watched as Yudhir laid down next to her. He reached for her hand, and she took it, their fingers entwining for the last time. 

“Tch… tumhe hamesha se chaha,” Yudhir whispered, his voice broken with pain and regret. “Lekin kabhi keh nahi paya... maaf karo, Jhilmil.”

Tears rolled down Jhilmil’s face, but she smiled, a sad, fleeting smile, as her body grew colder. 

“Maine tumhe hamesha chaha hai” she whispered back, her voice barely audible.

Yudhir stared at her, his own tears falling as he watched the life drain from her eyes. “Jhilm...il… mat jao…”

But it was too late. Jhilmil’s hand went limp in his, her eyes closing for the last time.

 She died in his arms, and for the first time in his life, Yudhir screamed—screamed in agony, in grief, in regret.

“Jhilmil!” His cries echoed through the room, but there was no one left to hear them. 

He rocked her lifeless body, sobbing, blaming himself for never admitting his love until it was too late. His obsession had destroyed them both.

Neelam, her expression unfeeling, raised her gun one last time. 

“Ab tum dono ek saath ho,” she said, her voice cold and final.

The gunshot rang out once more, and Yudhir’s body went still beside Jhilmil’s. His eyes remained open, gazing at her, as life left him too.

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Two weeks passed.

The village was quiet, but whispers filled the air. Neelam had risen to power, becoming the new village head. She spun the story of Yudhir and Jhilmil’s deaths, claiming it was a brutal murder by outsiders—enemies of the village. No one questioned her. 

She had taken her revenge, wiping away the traces of their love and obsession, and now, she stood at the top.

And so, the tragic story of Jhilmil’s one-sided obsession ended, not with love, but with blood.

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 ThE END.