Chapter 18 // She is surprising

Saanvi's Pov

"Ghunghat kar"

(Cover the face from veil)

Yuvraj ji ordered and opened the door of car.

I covered my face with veil.

He guided me out of the car, and we entered a stunning, shiny shop. Inside, there were dresses, jewelry, bags, shoes, and lots of other things I didn't even know existed, all on display.

I looked over at Yuvraj Ji, our hands clasped together. He walked beside me, taking slow steps so I could keep up with him.

As the evening descended, just like he promised, he took me out for a stroll around the shops.

"Aree Sir aayie aayie."

(Oh Sir welcome welcome)

A man in formal shirt and pant greeted yuvraj ji while folding hands.

"Oh Aaj toh madam bhi aaiye hai. Namaste Madam. Bhot acha laga aapki wife aaiye Sir aapke sath."

(Oh I see ma'am is also visiting us. Namaste mam. We are delighted Sir that your wife accompanied you.)

He greeted.

My eyes widened in surprise at the title, and Yuvraj Ji simply nodded as if it were just another everyday occurrence.

"Jo nayi collection aai hai Dubai se, usme se sab dikhao"

(Show us the every item from the Dubai collection)

He said to man.

The man nodded and led us to a spacious sofa, where we took a seat. As we settled in, he gently pulled me closer by my waist, causing our thighs to touch. I couldn't help but blush at our proximity.

Looking around, I took in the interior of the shop. The walls were adorned with luxurious fabrics, and elegant displays showcased an array of sparkling jewelry, stylish shoes, and beautifully crafted clothes. The ambiance was inviting, with soft lighting accentuating the opulence of the surroundings.

Soon, a few ladies and gentlemen approached us, carrying an assortment of items. They laid out jewelry on velvet trays, displayed shoes in various styles and sizes, and presented racks of clothes in rich fabrics and trendy designs.

For the next hour, I felt like a doll as they attended to me, allowing me to try on different pieces. Each item was more exquisite than the last, and I couldn't help but feel both overwhelmed and thrilled by the attention to detail and the luxurious selection before me.

I found myself drawn to many of the items, despite knowing they must come with a hefty price tag.

Everything exuded luxury and elegance, making it hard to resist even though I knew they were expensive.

"Ji? Yeh mehnge lagte hai."

(Listen? It looks expensive)

I whispered standing near him with a lehenga in my hand.

He chuckled.

"Yahan ka Maalik hu mai, meri bholi chokri. Jo pasand bas bol de, woh tera ho jayega."

(I'm owner of here, my innocent girl. Just say what you like, it will be all yours)

I gasped hearing him.

I didn't know he was this rich.

"Jaa ab andar pehen ke dekh le."

(Now go inside and try it out)

He pushed me slightly and I entered in changing room.

I tried on the blouse, finding it a bit tight, but the skirt was vibrant and beautiful. Holding the tight blouse in one hand and wearing the blouse of the saree I had on, I stepped out from the changing room.

However, to my surprise, Yuvraj Ji was nowhere to be seen.

He was there for an hour to help me change.

I considered asking a girl for help instead of bothering him.

"Suniye. Koi hai?"

(Listen. Anyone here?)

I said lightly.

"Yes mam! Aapko kuch madad chahiye ?"

(Yes mam! You need any help?)

A girl dressed in uniform came out of no where

"Ohh sorry."

She said, seeing my reaction.

"Yeh blouse tight hai. Aap dusre de dengi?"

(This blouse is tight. Can you give me other one?)

I handed her blouse.

"Yes mam. Mai abhi laati hu. Aur kuch chahiye aapko?"

(Yes mam. I will bring it. Do you need anything else?)

She asked politely doing her job

"Ji nahi"

(No, thanks)

I replied.

She nodded and left.

I shut the fitting room door behind me and waited.

A knock broke the silence, prompting me to open the door briefly before closing it again abruptly.

A male attendant awaited outside, and a shiver ran down my spine as our eyes met.

A faint chuckle echoed from beyond the door, sending a chill down my spine.

"Mam, it's okay. Aap ka yeh blouse piece laya hu. Please take it."

(Mam, it's okay. I have brought the blouse piece for you. Please take it )

He said.

In a flurry, I grabbed the veil of clothing I had discarded earlier and draped it over my face for a shield.

With trembling hands, I reached out and accepted the item from him. Hastily, I closed the door, feeling a weight settle in my heart.

As I changed into the blouse and tried it on, a sense of relief washed over me.

The lehenga complemented my complexion beautifully, leaving me feeling satisfied with my choice.

"Heer!"

I heard Yuvraj ji called my name.

With a smile on my lips, I swung the door open to reveal the dress to him.

"Yuvraj ji dekhiye -"

(Yuvraj ji see-)

I couldn't complete.

My heart raced as he pushed the door forcefully, barging into the cubicle with a fiery red face, veins bulging in his neck with anger.

I stumbled backward, my back hitting the cubicle wall with a jolt.

Panic surged through me as he locked the door and delivered a resounding slap to the wall beside me, trapping me in a suffocating sense of fear.

"Yuvraj ji-"

I tried to say.

"Aree mar gaya Yuvraj bhenchod!!!"

(Yuvraj is fucking dead for fuck's sake!!!)

He yelled on my face.

He slapped the wall again next to me, and I couldn't hold back my tears.

Trembling, I shut my eyes tight, overwhelmed by fear.

My chin quivered with fear, my eyes widening as I beheld his simmering rage.

His expression was so intense, it seemed as though he could unleash havoc at any moment.

"Kya hua han?? Kaafi nahi hu mai?? Aur mardo ke samne ijjat uchalna chahti hai??"

(What happened? Am I not enough?? You want to ruin reputation in front of other men?)

He said and clenched his jaw.

I shook my head and bit my lips to control sob.

"Toh ek ghughat nahi rakha jata tujhse kya!!? Bol bhenchod!!!? Ab juban kyu nahi khul rahi teri!!!?"

(So why you can't handle a veil!!? Fucking say it!!!? Now why your mouth is shut!!!?)

He spewed out his frustration.

"Ab kyu ro rahi hai yahan!!? Tere Aashiq ka haath Tod dia isliye kya!? Pura ka maar daalta hai usse tab ache se roiyo uski arthi ke saamne!"

( Now why are you crying!!? I broke your lovers hand is that the reason of your crying? I will end him completely then you should cry nicely on his funeral!)

As he spoke and moved towards the door, my heart pounded with shock at his revelation that he had broken the other man's hand.

"Ma- mat jaiye. Maaf kar dijiye. Galti se hua tha."

(Don't go. Forgive me. It was a mistake)

Instinctively, I approached him and wrapped my arms around his back.

"Haath hata"

(Remove your hands)!

He said with hard voice.

I cried more.

"Bol raha hu na haath hata!!"

(I'm saying you too remove your hand!!)

He said again but didn't move my hands away.

As I retreated, a cry tore from my throat, echoing in the silence. He remained motionless, a statue amidst my turmoil. This time, I couldn't contain the flood of emotions, they poured out unrestrained.

With a violent kick on closed door, he vented his frustration, his curses muttered under his breath.

When his gaze met mine, I saw a conflict in his eyes, a battle between guilt and anger raging within him. My chin trembled as tears streamed down my face.

With a resigned sigh, he extended his arm, a silent invitation. Closing my eyes against the pain, tears slipping through my lashes, I stumbled into his embrace, seeking solace amidst the storm of our emotions.

"Rona band kar"

(Stop crying)

His voice simmering down to soft wave.

" Uss haramzade ko jaan se maar dunga mai Heer agar aasu aaye tere toh."

(I will that bastard if your cry anymore, Heer)

He warned.

I struggled to stifle my tears.

Nestling into the comfort of his chest, we remained intertwined, seeking refuge in each other's presence.

His gentle strokes traced circles on my back, a soothing rhythm that spoke volumes without words.

I titled my head and looked at him but he moved his eyes away.

"Dekhenge bhi nahi?"

(You won't look at me now?)

I said with broken heart.

"Jisse dekhne ki icha tha uske dekh lia tujhe. Huh! Mai kya hi dekhu"

( The one who wants to see you, have seen it. Huh! What should I look at now)

He said with gritted teeth.

"Galti-"

(Mistake-)

I tried.

"Pata hai kya bol raha tha woh bhar!?"

(Do you know what he was saying outside?)

I shook my head to say 'no'.

The jealousy and anger in Yuvraj ji's eyes were clear, making me stumble over my words and keeping my lips tightly sealed.

"Bol raha tha ki 'iss gawar Sarpanch ki Biwi toh bhot Sundar. Pata nahi itni kamsin kali kaise mil gyi isse. Uske hath ke chune se hi mujhe kuch kuch ho raha hai.' aur ye sab kuch maine apne kaano se suna, tere baare me."

(He was saying 'wife if this illiterate Sarpanch is very beautiful. Don't know how he got such little bud. Only her hand touch is making me feel something.' and I heard all of this shit from my ears about you.)

His head continued to shake slowly with anger.

I sensed he wanted to do more to that boy, but held back because of me. Yuvraj Ji's rage worried me deeply.

"Maaf-"

(Forgive)

I tried to say.

"Tu maafi mat maang!! Maafi toh mujhe maangni chahiye jo tujhe akela chorda maine."

(Don't apologise. It should be apologizing for leaving you unattended)

He blamed himself.

"Nahi essa mat kahiye."

(No, Don't say like this)

I said to him.

For momentarily seconds, he closed his eyes to calm himself.

"Wapas chalte hai , der ho gayi"

(Let's go back, its getting late)

He finished speaking and then took my hands, leading me out of the fitting room.

"Par aapka toh ghumne ka Mann tha."

(But you wanted to explore)

I said remembering his words from afternoon.

"Mann nahi hai. Chal ab"

( I don't want to now. Let's go)

His hard tone and distant eyes were on surface.

I could not comprehend how he was feeling.

He didn't give me time to change from lehenga and I hurriedly took pallu as veil.

As we exited the store, I noticed a man cleaning up spilled red liquid from the marble floor.

The urge to vomit surged in my stomach, but I forced myself to focus on something else, like the warmth from our joined hands.

The smiles and lively atmosphere had vanished, replaced by a tense silence. Everyone stood as if any movement would provoke danger.

He settled me into the car, and we drove off towards the house we were staying in.

Throughout the entire journey, he didn't touch me or even cast a glance in my direction.

His distant behavior made me feel like crying, as I longed for his warmth and connection.

Lost in my thoughts, I failed to register that we had arrived at the house where we were staying for our short trip.

He took my hand and assisted me out of the car, a gesture that offered a small comfort amidst the distance between us.

We retreated to our room upon arriving.

As I entered our room, I noticed numerous shopping bags scattered on the floor, suggesting they had been delivered prior to our return.

He quickly changed his clothes and left the room, grabbing some files on his way out.

I waited for him to hug me before leaving, but he didn't, leaving me feeling a pang of disappointment.

I sank onto the bed with a heavy thud, feeling the weight of loneliness in the room.

I realized I should have been more careful, but in my excitement, I had forgotten to be cautious.

With nothing else to occupy my time, I busied myself by organizing and arranging the new items in the bags.

There were an abundance of items, filling the bags to the brim.

I made a mental note to share some of the gifts with my village friend, Dhuni. I knew she would appreciate receiving presents from the city.

Among the clothes, I discovered a bag of fancy bras and panties. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I glanced at them.

Few hour back in shop, I found myself gazing at them in fascination, as such items were unfamiliar to me in the village.

They came in a variety of vibrant colors, but I hadn't purchased them.

I giggled, realizing he had bought them for me. With that realization, I made up my mind to mend things between us and make everything right.

I tidied up everything in the room before dimming the lights and heading to the bathroom to change into the new attire.

The fabric felt soft and silky against my skin, but it left very little to the imagination, exposing almost everything.

I applied the new lipstick I had purchased and sprayed some fragrance on my body, feeling a sense of confidence wash over me.

I checked my appearance multiple times in the mirror and rehearsed what I wanted to say to him, experimenting with different hand gestures. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize that two hours had passed since I entered the room.

The knock on the bathroom door startled me, causing me to yelp in surprise.

"Heer. Bahar aa khaana khale "

(Heer. Come out and have food)

He knocked the door.

Hearing his voice, my newfound boldness dissipated, leaving me feeling uncertain once again.

"Heer. Kya kar rahi hai ? Bahar aa."

(Heer. What are you doing? Come out)

He called again when I didn't reply.

"Heer? Darwaza khol ! Kya kar rahi hai tu? Dekh kuch galat karne ka mat sochna !"

(Heer? Open the damn door! What are you even doing? Look, Don try to do anything extreme!)

Impatiently, he drummed his fingers on the door, causing the steel hinges to rattle loudly, adding to my anxiety.

I hurriedly searched for something to wear over the bra and panties, feeling exposed and vulnerable in the revealing attire.

"Heer! Jawab toh de! Dekh mai gussa nahi hu thik Hai na? Ab bahar aaja meri jaan?"

(Answer me Heer! See I am not angry on you, okay? Now come out my life?)

He pleaded.

I quickly walked over and opened the door, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

"Heer! Pagal ladki!! Mujhe Dara Diya!!"

(Heer! You mad girl!! You sacred me!!)

He enveloped me in a hug as soon as the door opened.

Despite everything, I couldn't help but smile at his fear of losing me.

"Mujhe laga tune kuch kar liya khud ko"

( I thought you harmed yourself)

He whispered softly, but his words reached my ears. In response, I hugged him tightly, feeling a sense of reassurance wash over me.

"Aapka gussa bhi mere liye pyaar hai. Mai essa kuch nahi karungi Yuvraj ji."

(Your anger is love for me. I will not fo anything wrong to myself Yuvraj ji)

I said and kissed his neck.

"Aage se aesa mat krna"

(Don't do this again)

He said in a scolding tone.

I nodded.

"Kabhi nahi karungi"

(Never will do)

and replied.

We remained in each other's embrace for a few quiet minutes. Then, he gently broke the hug and tenderly caressed my cheeks.

His lips pressed a warm kiss to my forehead, filling me with warmth.

(Forehead kisses>>>>)

As his gaze fell upon my attire, a hint of confusion flickered in his furrowed eyebrows.

"Yeh kapde ulte kyu phene hai tune?"

(Why you have worn the clothes inside out)

His words jolted me, and I gasped in realization of the mistake I had made.

Hastily, I glanced down at myself and noticed with embarrassment that I had accidentally put on my clothes inside out.

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Yuvraj's Pov

In the depths of my soul, it wasn't love that drove me to madness; it was a fierce instinct to shield her from the malicious gaze of that boy.

His venomous words, uttered while I was preoccupied with the manager, ignited a firestorm within me.

How could he have the audacity to besmirch the name of MY Heer? With every syllable he uttered, my rage surged like a tempest, threatening to consume me whole.

In a moment of unbridled fury, I lashed out, shattering the hand that dared to touch her.

But even as the crimson wave of vengeance flowed, I realized with horror that my wrath, once unleashed, knew no bounds, inadvertently casting its shadow upon my beloved Heer.

I furrowed my eyebrows seeing her fidgeting in nervousness.

"Woh- jaldi jaldi mei phen liye."

(That- I wore in haste)

She said with unusual clipped tone.

I knew she was hiding something. Her restless behaviour told me.

"Toh seedhe pehen."

(So wear it correctly)!

I told her

She moved her eyes here and there.

"Han- Han han mai seedhe phen ke aati hu"

(Yes yes I'll go and wear it correctly)

She said and tried to move to bathroom door.

I held her arm stopping her.

"Ander nahi, yahi pehen."

(Not inside, wear it here only)

I told her and her eyes turned wide.

She tried to free her arm.

"Na-nahi andar jati hu na"

(No- no I should go inside)

She said

"Nahi, yahi kar."

(Nope, do it here)!

I teased her and got closer to her.

She moved back and blushed.

"Choordiye na"

(Leave me)

She whispered

"Nahi chordunga"

(No, I will not)

I whispered back.

She was blushing like a mad and trying to free her arms.

I moved my other hand without her notice under her waist.

She jolted up feeling my hand on naked waist.

I smirked

"Kya chupa Rahi hai mujhse meri pyari Heer"

(What are you hiding from me my sweet Heer)

I cooed to tease her.

She shook her head fastly and smiled. Redness of blush flushing her neck skin.

I travelled my hands up to her boobs and felt a silk material cloth.

My eyes turned wide.

"Tune woh pehen liya!?"

(You wore it!?)

I asked in shock.

She was eyeing the bikini sets in awe there.

But didn't say to buy them.

I bought everything she liked by her eyes.

But I never thought she would wear it.

She nodded her head, shyly on my question.

"Kapde utar Heer. Mujhe dekhna hai"

( Remove your clothes heer. I want to see it)

I ordered feeling my cock getting hard.

"S-sharam aa rahi hai"

( I am feeling shy)

She whispered

"Maine sab kuch chuma hua hai tera. Mujhse kaisi sharam."

(I have kissed everything of yours. There is nothing to shy about)

I told her nonchalantly raising a eyebrow.

I tucked her bra string to encourage her and bit under her jaw.

I freed her arm and she ever so slowly started taking it out.

Every second felt like a sweet torture to me.

"Nicha ka bhi utar"

(Remove the lower one too)

I ordered

She did with slow hands.

I savored every nuance of her features, indulging in the richness of her beauty, with an insatiable thirst, plotting in my mind how to leave my signature on her breathtaking, voluptuous figure.

I gripped her chin and made her look at me.

"Puri raat tu bas meri aankho mei dekhegi."

(You have to look in my eyes for whole night)

I commanded

She nodded with a smile.

"Chum mujhe"

(Kiss me)

I ordered

She connected her lips to mine.

I kissed her back with passion.

My hands travelled to her back and then ass.

I spanked them harshly.

I squeezed them and she yelped.

I broke the kiss.

"Aaj toh bhot saara paani jhadne wala hai mera. Kitni Sundar hai meri randi tuh"

( I am going to cum so much tonight. My slut is so damn beautiful)

I said and spanked her ass again.

She moaned in pain

"Meri chut geeli ho rahi hai maalik. Jaldi se kuch kijiye na."

( My pussy is getting wet master. Please do something quickly)

She begged.

"Abhi chod deta hu teri chut, randi."

( I will fuck you pussy now, whore)

I gripped her hair.

"Yeh kapde tere sharir par hi rahenge. Aur Puri raat aese hi chodunga mai tujhe."

(These clothes should be on body whole night and I will fuck you in them)

I said pulling her hair.

"Yahi ruk"

(Wait here)

I told her

And left to take a oil bottle.

She stood there like a good girl.

Opening the oil bottle, I spilled in wooden floor.

She looked at me in confusion.

"Niche lait, aur apne sharir ko isse tel se bheega meri randi!"

(Lay on floor, and smear this oil on your body)

I said with a smirk

Her eyes widened.

"Jaldi kar!"

(Do it fast!)

I ordered and started removing my clothes.

She laid down on her back, collecting oil from floor, she massaged that on her boobs.

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