Chapter 1🔞🔞
Are meri jaan, uth jao bacche. Nahi to der ho jaegi school Jane me" I say as i try to wake my 6 year old boy Krish. "Mammaa, mujhe nahi janaa aaj... " He whines hugging me snuggling into my chest. "Meri jaan Aise nahi karte .Aur bas kuch hi din bache h. Fir to aapke vacations aa jayenge. To fir apko nani ghar nahi jana? " I try to convince him. After listening to my words he gets a bit active and sit in my lap. "Nanighar!! Mamma mujhe jana h.. Mujhe jna h! Yayy!" To which i say smiling as my trick worked "Hanji. To fir chalo ab ready hote h fir aap dadu ke sath school chale jana .Thik h."
After getting him ready and serving my father-in-law and Krish with breakfast he goes to school with his Dadu.So i go to my second baby Kian who is One and half years old.He is crying so i lay down besides him. Instantly he trys to search for his food which are my big breasts containing milk.
So to make it easier for him i remove a pallu and unhook my blouse. I don't wear bra because it gets difficult to feed with it on. So my boobs are out with a bounce.
Kian takes my nipple in his mouth sucking it while i pat his back lovingly. They are all that that i have been left with after my husband Nishank's death a year and 3 months ago. I was devasted when i heard the news of him meeting with an car accident and dying .But i couldn't just sit depressed in a corner because i had a three month old and a 5 year old to look after. So for them i tried my best to appear happy.
Right now my father in law Ranjeet is managing everything. He supported me so much throughout.We have our own business.
I was married away to Nishank by my parents in an arrange marriage. So i never got to experience his love as he was always away from home for work as he was not interested in the family business. Whenever he used to come back it was only about sex. He only used to come close to me in the night for his pleasure, not mine. After getting his orgasm he was our like a light leaving me yearning for mine.
Flashback:
Nishank has come home today in the evening for the weekend. Right now he is playing in the room with 2 year old Krish while walking to my FIL. I was almost done with the washing dinner dishes.Just then i heard Krish crying. Maybe he is sleepy. I finish my work faster and wipe my hands dry.
After pulling the pallu over my head due my FIL's presence i go outside. I go to Krish taking him from Nishank.
"Mumma duduu... Dudu." He says trying to put his hands inside my blouse reaching then trying to pull them out. I take his hands in mine restricting then from making me more embarrassed in front my FIL.
Ha kishu.. De rahi hu. Neeni aa rahi h mere bacche ko?" I ask him in a childish voice because he only ask for my breast milk while sleeping.
I nods rubbing his eyes. I turn two the pair of eyes on me. After saying 'shubh ratri Papa ji' i retreat to our room.
I close the door behind me not locking it as nishank ji was yet to come . I go to bed putting the lights of with kishu in my arms. I lay down on my side of putting kishu besides me. I open the pin of my saree pallu and then unbuttoned my blouse. I was not wearing a bra so now upper front body was bare.
I turned to kishu and while he immediately put his mouth on my nipple . I cover kishu's face spreading my pallu on our body, pulling him closer to me. I always dreamt of this. Being a mother , feeding my child and nurturing him with love and love.
While he was sucking my milk , his one playing with my other boob while other one grabbing my mangalsutra. Slowly his movements halted after some time indicating that he was asleep but his mouth still sucking my nipple. I felt my eyes dropping too and sleep consumed me after a long day.
I felt some movements around me indicating Nishankji was here. Then I felt a hand on my waist fiddling with my saree. I opened my eyes to see Nishankji trying to remove my saree.I turned my head to check on Krish only to find him on the other side of the bed sleeping peacefully .
"Ji wo kishu uth jayega" I tell Nishankji. He pulled up to sit on the bed and remove my already unbuttoned blouse."Nahi uthega agar tum awaz nahi karogi to, jaldi jaldi kar ke khatam karte h. Khol ise jaldi." He says sternly pulling my pleats.
I stand up and remove my saree . He pushes me on the bed , only my petticoat and panties covering me. He kissing me , his kisses sloppy while pressing my boobs too hard."ah ji dheere kariye, dard ho raha h" I whisper wincing."Itne din baad tumhara pati Ghar aaya h.. thoda sehen kar logi to kuch nahi hoga. " He says pressing it as hard as before.
I feel pooling tears in my eyes but wipe them so as to not disturb is mood. He undress himself and gather my petticoat at my waist before removing my panties.
He hovers over me again, spreading my legs my thighs and kisses me aligning his dick over my entrance. I could feel myself dry. I never found myself wet for. The only time I was at my wedding night that too because of my excitement, nervousness and the dirty scenarios. But nothing like I imagined happened infact it was bad, too bad.
From then on I never got wet for him. Even he never questioned it or try to make it right by foreplay. No. For him it was only about him.
He spit some saliva on his hand and rubbing it one my dry folds . Then the same for his length. He leaned in again putting his head in my neck biting it there while entering me slowing his hand pinning mine besides my head up a tight grip sure to leave marks." Ah ah..nahi nish..nishankji ..dard ho raha h" I feel the pain spread through my lower body tear freely rolling down my cheek .
He starts moving in and out " Kuch nahi hota.. Thodi der bas phir ho jaega" He says thrusting faster .I could not stop my cries when he thrusted faster biting my neck . He immediately put his hand on my mouth covering it to muffle my voice.
"Pagal ho kya? Krish uth jayega . Thodi der mu band rakhlo" My tears start flowing out as clip my mouth by biting my lower lip at the thought of Krish waking up. He thrusts becomes faster, the bed creaking beneath us his skin slapping mine indicating he was close. After three more thrusts he pushed more deeper in me cumming in me with a groan.
He fall down on my body laying there for sometime to come down from his high. Then gets up and put his shorts back on and goes to his side of bed shifting Krish to the middle and then he is out like a light not even bothering to glance at me once.
I'm still in the earlier position hands besides my heads , body naked , legs spread wide , his cum dripping down, tears flowing unstoppablely. From pain. Physical as well as emotional. Why could he not love me like other husbands. Am l that bad? Do I not deserve love? Do I not deserve the life I thought I'll have with him ? I just layed there for sometime crying silently.
I got up wincing in pain between my legs. And go to bathroom somehow. After doing my business I dress in a kurta and plazzo for the night not having the energy to dress back in saree.
Flashback end
But still he was my husband so when i first heard about his death i felt like the ground beneath me has slipped. I felt like now my existence was a joke because my parents would not take me back while my FIL will remove me out of the house thinking about what people would say.
But no. Nothing like that happened. Infact he helped me get through with my pain and sorrow. While i was grieving for my husband he was grieving for his son too but still he took care of my babies for me when i was lost in my world. He took care of me when no-one did.Not even my parents.And to now he is taking care of us. Hence I'm forever indebted to him.
After breastfeeding Kian i dressed myself again. And start with my daily chores while Kian played and watched TV.
It's 2 :00 pm and Papaji and krish are home. Right now he is telling us what all happen in his school while im serving them food. This is
was our everyday ritual. I sit on one of the chairs of dining table and try feeding Kian. Alas he is not in the mood to eat his solid food.it totally depends on him whether he want too eat solid food or breastmilk."Mumma duduu..Khana no no.. Dudu" He says pointing at my breasts.
"Baby no duduu ,only khana" hearing this he starts crying. Papaji takes him in his arms cooing ,trying to distract him so that he can eat. I go and sit besides his chair mashing and making a morsel of his food. Kian reaches for my pallu pulling it so that he can reach for my boobs. I take the morsel to his mouth but he clamp his mouth shut pulling hoarder on my pallu eventually breaking the pin making it fall down from my upper body .I froze at that trying to grasp the situation ,feeling my FILs gaze on me.
Seeing that his mission is accomplished Kian wriggles from papaji's arms and come to arms reaching for my boobs. He starts fiddling with the buttons to remove the blouse from his way but find it difficult.
I find look into my FILs eyes to see his gaze moving from my eyes to my peeking cleavage and back to my eyes ,his eyes hooded with something unexplainable. I gulp at the feeling I'm feeling right now.
"Mumma nikalo isshe" whines Kian plucking out my first button of blouse .I come to my senses at that and divert my gaze to Kian. I hurriedly stand up covering myself with pallu again. The children unaware of the tension around. I ran to my room taking Kian with me.
After closing the door i breastfeed Kian sitting on the bed .All the time my mind thinking about the incident that happened at the table.
What was i thinking? Why did i not cover myself immediately after the accident. I'm such an idiot. Now what will he think of me? Did he see too much of it?
Ahh.. My mind is a havoc right now.
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