The darkness of the night was so deep that only the sounds of breathing echoed in the room.

In the other room, Ramesh was fast asleep.

In this room, Vikram had Anjali pinned against the wall. With one hand he held both her wrists above her head, while with the other he slipped inside her kurta and firmly kneaded her heavy, soft breasts.

“Bahu…” his voice was deep, hungry, like the darkness itself, “why are you so soft?”

Anjali’s breathing had grown rapid. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest.

“J-Jethji… this… this is wrong… let me go…”

Instead of answering, Vikram pinched her nipple between his fingers and gave it a light tug.

A suppressed, trembling moan escaped Anjali’s throat.

“Wrong?” Vikram placed his lips right against her ear, his warm breath falling on her earlobe. “What’s wrong in touching something that belongs to me?”

He squeezed and kneaded her breast harder, as if weighing it.

“So big… so soft… Ramesh can’t even handle these. I will.”

Anjali tried to turn her face away, but Vikram caught her face and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was deep, hungry, as if he wanted to swallow all her resistance.

When he broke the kiss, Anjali’s eyes were moist.

“I… I am your bahu…”

Vikram moved his hand lower. The warmth of his palm was felt between her thighs, then his finger slid straight inside her wet panties and stroked her pussy.

“Not anymore,” he said in a low, quiet voice.

“Now you are going to be my wife… and from today itself, I am making you mine.”

He pushed two fingers deep inside.

Anjali’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. Only her body gave a sharp jolt, and her eyes closed.

Raat ka andhera itna gehra tha ki kamre mein sirf saanson ki awaazein gunj rahi thi.

Doosre kamre mein Ramesh gehri neend mein so raha tha.

Is kamre mein, Vikram ne Anjali ko diwar se sataaya hua tha. Ek haath se uski dono kalaaiyan upar pakde hue the, doosre haath se uske kurte ke andar ghuskar uske bhari, naram seeno ko mazbooti se masal raha tha.

“Bahu…” uski awaaz gehre, bhooke andhere jaisi thi, “itni naram kyun hai tu?”

Anjali ki saansein tez ho chuki thi. Uske seene mein dhadkan zor-zor se dhadak rahi thi.

“J-Jeth ji… yeh… yeh galat hai… chhod do…”

Vikram ne jawab dene ke bajaye uske nipple ko ungliyon ke beech dabaya aur halka sa kheench liya.

Anjali ke gale se ek dabi hui, kaampi hui siskari nikal gayi.

“Galat?” Vikram ne uske kaan ke bilkul paas hoth rakhkar kaha, garam saans uske kaan ke lobe pe pad rahi thi. “Jo cheez meri hai… usse chhoone mein galat kya hai?”

Usne uske breast ko aur zor se dabaya, masla, jaise wazan tohla ja raha ho.

“Itne bade… itne soft… Ramesh inhe sambhal bhi nahi sakta. Main sambhalunga.”

Anjali ne muh ferne ki koshish ki, lekin Vikram ne uska chehra pakad liya aur apne hoth uske hothon pe rakh diye. Kiss gehra tha, bhooka, jaise woh uske saare virodh ko nigal jaana chahta ho.

Jab usne hoth alag kiye, Anjali ki aankhein nam thi.

“Main… main tumhari bahu hoon…”

Vikram ne uske neeche haath badhaya. Uske haath ki garmi uski janghon ke beech mehsoos hui, phir uski ungli seedha uski geeli chaddi ke andar ghus gayi aur uski chut pe fer di.

“Ab nahi,” usne dheemi, low awaaz mein kaha.

“Ab tu meri hone wali biwi hai… aur main tujhe aaj se hi apna bana raha hoon.”

Usne do ungliyan andar tak dhakel diin.

Anjali ka muh khul gaya, lekin awaaz nahi nikli. Sirf uske sharir ne ek tez jhatka diya, aur uski aankhein band ho gayi.