•Sharm•

"Muhabbat seekh li, lekin ab yaqeen ka bhi seekhna hai, Yeh duniya razdaar hai, wafa raas Aana bhi jaanna zaroori hai."

~Arya Krunal Raichand

Arya's POV,

I opened my blurry eyes when sunrays fell on my face making me scrunch my nose in distress.

I truly felt the urge to change this annoying master bedroom or the location of windows.

But I can't Sarkar loves the early view of the sun's rays.

My palm automatically travelled toward my baby bump and I caressed it with a peaceful smile on my lips.

I just got a habit of doing this, it's a huge pleasure feeling the movements of the piece that belongs to him.

Last night's memories came flooding inside my head, and my eyes widened in horror.

I removed the duvet and sighed seeing his white Kurta clinging to my naked form.

I wondered how fat I had become, The last time when I wore his kurta it was slipping out of my body and today it fitted perfectly though only around my big tummy in other parts, it was still loose.

My eyes went towards my hand and I sighed seeing blood stains on my wrist, I was too lost in pleasure to even feel pain when my glass bangles broke into my wrist.

All because of Sarkar, I chuckled and closed my eyes feeling the beating of my silly heart.

I didn't expect him to be gentle but he was much to my liking, I liked his wild side more than his gentle one but only in bed.

He cleaned me after it and even changed the bedsheets that smelled so disgusting.

How dreamy it was, I smiled to myself and moved out of bed, just then the bone-crushing pain shooted in my vagina making me halt.

I bit my lower lip and realized how passionate he was even in that gentleness.

An image when he was between my legs came rolling inside my head making my cheeks turn red in embarrassment.

I hoped No one would have heard my screams or I was doomed, his whole family was here last night, and his cousin wouldn't leave any chance to trouble me If they heard it.

I wondered why I was behaving like bitch to moan like a mad woman, just seeing him in between my legs.

I was planning to share last night's gossip with Mahi but now I can't, It would be too embarrassing to tell her that we didn't conversate but had sex.

I blushed and murmured to my baby bump, "Sorry, from Mumma, baby, she won't do it again."

I walked inside the bathroom and saw the bathtub already filled with warm water.

Servants would have done it, we have two bathrooms in this room, even two closets, he never invaded my privacy nor did I invade his.

I sighed and sat inside the bathtub feeling warm water touching my soar parts.

It was relieving after last night's trouble, I didn't expect that pleasure would turn into extreme pain in the morning.

"Bhalobasha bhalo nei bujhi, bhalobasha bandha jani re."

(I don't understand the essence of love, yet I know it binds)

My thoughts broke remembering that, I needed to get ready for college, I had an exam going on but what would I write in the answer sheet?

"How passionately my husband fucked me even after being pregnant."

I muttered and worriedly stared at the ceiling, I would have told him about my exam, and now I wouldn't have regretted it so badly.

"He debi Durga, apni amake raksha korun."

(Hey Goddess Durga save me)

I came out of the bathtub and stared in the mirror admiring my swollen baby bump.

"I am telling you Kukoo your father is gonna be a cause of my death."

I chuckled and wrapped a towel around myself before walking into the closet room.

I didn't take too much time to grab a loose Kurti of peach colour and immediately got ready matching it with white pants and a dupatta.

When I came inside the room my eyes directly landed on the servants, who were arranging his things.

My lips curved in a broken smile, In these three years whenever he stayed with me I don't remember touching his things without his permission, It was always Badi DadiSaheb or Servants.

I moved my eyes and saw him standing in front of the mirror, the buttons of his kurta were open giving a good view of his abs, but my breath got stuck inside my throat seeing his formal attire adoring his masculine body but not because of his handsome sight.

"Was he going somewhere?"

His hazel eyes moved towards me and halted on my face for a few seconds before travelling towards my baby bump and getting stuck there.

"Out," He ordered and all of the servants emptied the room leaving both of us alone.

"Come here," he ordered and I silently walked near him trying my best to hide the pain I was feeling inside my chest.

"Aap kahi Jaa rahi hai?" His raspy voice reached my ear and my heartbeat skipped, I too wanted to ask the same question to him.

(Are you going anywhere?)

"Vo Hum Aapse...Aapse pucchne hi wale the," I nervously stuttered feeling his hot breaths on my hair.

(I was going to....ask....you....you)

My mind was stuck on the only things was he again going to leave me alone?

"College?"

I nodded my head and he hummed in response before moving away from me.

I understood my assignment and buttoned up his kurta while trying hard not to let him witness my trembling fingers.

I grabbed the batch of his name and pinned it on his left side admiring that gold piece of beautiful yet magnificent jewellery.

It was a beautifully characterized batch of KR, a sign that each party member of his party held.

To be honest He looks sexy wearing his full formal attire.

Come Back, I snapped at my weird thoughts and moved my eyes away from him.

"Remove your Kurti."

I heard his words and my eyes widened in horror, "Ji."

I lifted my eyes to notice him seriously looking at me, I knew he wasn't joking, his hazel eyes were once again in their commanding mode.

Did he want to do it again? I am soar down there and I can't take him again.

"Sarkar I-

He lifted his brow and I gulped down the lump that formed in my throat knowing that I was crossing my line I moved my trembling hands and slowly lifted my Kurti.

I removed my Kurti leaving myself in just my bra with my white pants, while My eyes cascaded down with the shame and thousands of thoughts.

"Look into my eyes."

He ordered and I lifted my eyes to look at him, his eyes were stuck on my face and then they slowly travelled down, first my cleavage, breast, tummy and again back into my eyes.

It was the first time I stripped before him in a bright light, I didn't want him to judge me by my body, I knew I was not perfect for him, he was too handsome, and the most successful politician who would still get thousands of ladies at the age of thirty-five while I was just an average-looking Girl still struggling to complete graduation.

I remember Ramona Di taunting me once that he would leave me in a few years, and those words still hurt.

He bent down in front of me and I immediately took my feet back after seeing his actions.

He shouldn't bent in front of me.

"Come closer," His gentle voice made me obey him without my will and I moved forward.

He wrapped his veiny arms around my stomach making my heart skip in anxiety with the thoughts I was getting inside my head.

I stared at him and he kept his lips on my stomach while softly caressing my waist with his slender fingers.

His cold and rough hands sent shivers down my spine making me feel needy, and I clenched my thighs tightly stopping them from shivering.

Butterflies flew in my stomach and I bit my lips to suppress my moan before it could escape my mouth.

"Stay Safe, and take care of your Maa."

He whispered to my baby bump his lips brushing my skin and my heart fluttered hearing him.

I didn't expect worse but not those words too, a lone tear rolled down my eye and I immediately wiped it away.

He lifted his eyes and stared at me before getting on his legs and towering over me with his dominant height.

His rough palms gradually moved upward from my waist making their way towards my bra strap and I held my breath trying to calculate his actions.

He unhooked my bra and my eyes snapped into his calm yet composed orbs.

How could he be so calm after his action? My thighs were trembling feeling his cold fingers brushing my back.

He detached that small piece of cloth from my chest and my boobs fell open bouncing with the impact.

My mouth just fell open with embarrassment, my lips trembled and after gathering my courage I let out.

"Hum, Jante hai hum Aapke layak nahi hai? Par hamare Jism ki numayish mat kariye."

(I know I am not worthy of you, but please don't judge me by my body)

"Sharminda na hon, Hum Aapko Quazi nahi banayenge, Agar hame Aapko Qazi karna hota to hum Aapki hansi ki muskurahat se aur Aapki labon ki khusi se qazi karte naki Aapke jism se."

(Don't feel ashamed, I won't judge you. If I had to judge you, I would judge you by your laughter's smile and the joy on your lips, not by your body)

I just stared at him with moist eyes, but today the respect I had for him just increased.

"Wear your clothes, and take a thick scarf or overcoat to hide them properly, and come downstairs for breakfast."

He ordered and without any further words moved out of the room, while I just started at his back.

But how did he know that Bra would be itching my breasts?

I hit my head with a chuckle and immediately put on my kurta I did a little make-up and walked out of my bedroom.

I carefully cascaded down the stairs and Noticed those police officers and guards still rooted in their places.

"Did they sleep or not? Not your concern, Mrs Raichand."

I walked towards the dining area breaking the silence with the sound of my footsteps and walked inside only to make all of the family members look at me.

I bit my lips and avoided those penetrating gazes before moving towards him who didn't even lift his eyes to look at me.

I carefully took a sit beside him and didn't dare to look towards anyone, the awkwardness was clearly stating that they were aware of last night's storm.

My thoughts broke when he silently served me and I just kept staring at my plate.

"Hum Aapse baat karna chahte hai Krunal."

(I want to talk to you, Krunal.)

I heard Amisha Di's husband's voice and lifted my eyes to see Sarkar ignoring him without any hint of giving attention to his words.

That man made me feel disgusted out of nowhere and my heart burned in anger.

The bastard is nothing but just the dark batch on the name of the man.

I promise If I got the chance I would file a case against him and throw him inside the bars.

"Sarkar-

He tried to speak but Krunal showed him his palm his eyes still on my plate and his one hand still busy serving me my food.

That bastard immediately shut down his mouth and lowered his head, the immense satisfaction flowed through my heart.

"Pati hai Aap Hamari badi behan ke Isliye hamare Aage baithe hai varna hum achhess jante hai paltu jaanvaron ko kaise Sambhala jata hai."

I gasped realising how calmly he let out those words and lifted my eyes just to see everyone looking at their plates not even Amisha Di lifted her eyes.

I was aware no one had enough guts to talk back with Sarkar or raise their voice except Badi Dadi Saheb who was already staring at his actions with displeasure evident on her face.

"Aap ke Badi behan ke pati hai voh Krunal, kis lehje mein aap unse baat kar rahe hai. Aur Aapki patni Apahich nahi hai Jo khud hathon se kha bhi na sake."

(He is your elder sister's husband Krunal, in which tone you are talking with him, and your wife isn't handicapped that she won't be able to eat by her hand)

Her wrath-filled voice boomed in the whole dining room and my throat dried in fear, It wasn't the first time she raised her voice on Sarkar but Today's topic involved my name and it wasn't a good sign for me.

Everyone gave their full attention and looked like they were holding their breaths to hear his answer so was I.

But That silence didn't break with words but a chuckle, a murderous and dark chuckle.

I felt my heart coming into my mouth and I turned towards my husband who had a dark smirk adorning his lips.