Chapter 8 // She is yelling♨️

Saanvi's Pov

I decided to move my tongue fucked ass in aangan.

I saw Yuvraj ji's mother and wife, Fake wife.

Soha didi eyed me in disgust and her mother didn't pay attention.

"Iska saman bandh de."

Yuvraj ji said to his fake wife.

Her face lit up as a bulb.

I got confused.

"Acha? Ab isse haveli se bahar nikal rahe hai!!? Acha hi hai!! Waise bhi kaam ki nahi hai yeh."

She said with a smirk.

My heart dropped in stomach.

I looked at him in expectation.

"Haath chala, juban nahi"

He said to her.

"Chal mere saath"

He said to me and started walking out of haveli.

I followed him with fast steps.

He opened the door of back seat of his car and made me sit.

"Kahan ja rahe hai"

I asked him.

He didn't look at me.

He was ignoring my eyes and behaving rudely.

"Pata chal jayenge"

Was his only answer.

I never experienced his rude behaviour and it was making me cry.

Blinking my eyes many times, I tried not to cry.

Soon the car halted and we reached.

He opened the door and took us inside a small house.

It had big hall like structure.

No one was there.

"Hum yahan kyu aaye hai?"

I asked looking at him.

He was looking around and replied,

"Tere liye kharidi h jagah. Dance sikhane wala kaam karna tha tujhe. Kar lio yahan."

I should be feeling happy but I was not.

He was gifting me something I always dreamed of.

"Nahi chahiye mujhe."

I replied with hard voice.

He furrowed his eyebrows

I expected him to argue with me but he didn't.

Merely nodding was what I received.

"Thik hai. Dusri jagah dekh lenge yeh pasand nahi h toh"

"Mujhe kuch nahi chahiye aap se!!!!"

I yelled at him.

"Saanvi. Awaaz nichi rakh."

He warned with angry eyes.

My tears fall without my permission.

I saw his eyes turning soft but the look was gone soon.

"Kisi aur ko de dijiye yeh bakshish aapka bistar garam karne! Mujhe nahi chahiye!"

I yelled through my tears.

"Saanvi !!!"

He yelled back and pushed me against wall.

"Teri himmat kaise hue yeh bolne ki."

He said with anger lacing his voice.

I didn't reply and looked in his eyes with anger too.

He gripped my cheeks, squeezing them in one palm.

"Teri zuban kaat deta mai agar tuh-"

He paused

"Agar mai kya? Rakhail nahi hoti"

I yelled back with tears drenching my face

and his hand raised to slap me.

"Saanvi!"

He shouted on my face.

I ducked my face down to take impact of slap but his rough palm came to caress my cheek.

"Itna nahi gira hu ki tujh par haath uthau....Heer"

He said with utter softness and I broke down in loud cries in his arms.

"Shhhhh...bas Rona band kar ab. Bimar karegi tu khud ko."

He patted my head and I clucthed his kurta tightly.

"Aap mujhe kamre mei chord kar kyu Gaye."

I asked.

"Kyuki Tere pyar ke mai yogya nahin hun. Tujhe nafrat karni chahiye thi mujhse."

He pleaded.

"Mai aapse kabhi nafrat nahi kar sakti"

I declared.

He connected our foreheads.

"Heer."

He mumbled.

"Yuvraj ji."

I mumbled back.

He looked in my eyes and I looked at him.

I remembered the first time we were this close.

I kissed him that day without any questions in mind.

And so I did it again.

He deepend our kiss while gripping back of my head, just like before.

"Paer khol"

He said and I chuckled.

It was like our first time in cave.

"Apko yaad hai."

I stated less asked.

"Mujhe tere dil ki har ek dhadkan yaad hai"

He commented

Hearing his words, I attached my lips and we got into tongue fight.

He carried me his arms and I rubbed against his groin.

He hummed a moan inside my mouth.

Taking his length out, he pushed it inside my bare core.

"Ahh!! Bhenchod bhot tight hai tu!! Gehri saas le, mera lund dab hai bhot."

He said in resistance.

I took breath to calm my core, who was being too excited for its owner.

"Ahhh bas esse hi.ummmm teri geeli chut swarg hai mere lund ke liye."

He moaned against my lips.

"Aur aap meri chut ke maalik"

I moaned back.

He gripped my ass with his palms and starting thrusting hard.

In empty hall, our voices echoed, making our moans bouncing back to our ears.

"Ahhh!!! Esse hi daba mere lund ko. ummm... Teri chut ki garmi jaati nahi na meri randi!!! Paani se geela kar mera lund chal"

Thrust

Kiss

"Ummm...ji maalik karti hu!! Ahhh aur jor se"

I moaned

"Ahhh meri pyari randi. Esse hi chilla han esse hi chikh aur dikha de gaon walo ko kon hai teri chut ka maalik!!!"

He said.

"Aap hai meri Chut ke maalik!! Aapke liye geeli rheti hai yeh."

I moaned feeling myself close.

"Bata kiske lund par jhadti hai tu!!? Kon bharta hai teri chut ko lund ke paani se!!!?"

He asked with speeding up his pounding.

"Aap!!! Maalik aap!!! Aap par jhadti hai meri chut!!!! Ahhhhh mera paani aa raha hai!! Mai jhad gayi aapke lund par maalik!!"

I screamed and my eyes rolled back.

"Ahhhhhh mai bhi jhad Raha hu saali randi!!!! Le apni chut mei Sara paani mera!!! Ache se bhar le apni chut mere paani se!!"

His body shook with orgasm.

"Han maalik bhar do meri chut ko apne paani. Ahh Sara ras daal doh apna meri chut mei."

I moaned

He filled me up til last drop of his cum.

With droopy eyes, I saw outside window and people were whispering.

I chuckled.

"Lagta hai sabko pata hai ki hum kya kar rahe hai."

I said to him

"Acha hai, kam katal karne padenge tere liye."

He commented back .

I shook my head at his possessiveness.

He carried me outside to go back to haveli.

His cock was still inside, but we were covered from my long skirt.

Looking at his trousers anyone could tell that our cores were connected.

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