Saanvi's pov

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause as Yuvraj Ji gently kissed my forehead, having just slipped the ring onto my finger. I blushed deeply at his public display of affection, my heart racing with joy and embarrassment. The villagers around us showered us with rose petals, turning our engagement into a scene straight out of a dream.

Two photographers positioned themselves before us, capturing the moment. Yuvraj Ji's arm wrapped around me, pulling me closer until our thighs touched, a gesture that filled me with warmth and a sense of belonging.

The surroundings were bustling around the haveli, which was adorned with an array of vibrant flowers and twinkling fairy lights. Marigolds, jasmine, and roses in hues of gold, white, and crimson created a fragrant and colorful tapestry. The air was filled with their sweet scent, blending with the excitement and chatter of the gathering.

Villagers attended the grand engagement in their finest attire. Men wore traditional kurtas and dhotis in rich colors like royal blue, deep maroon, and emerald green, their turbans adding a touch of regal elegance. Women draped themselves in sarees and lehengas of vivid shades—saffron, magenta, and peacock blue—embellished with intricate embroidery and shimmering sequins.

As they milled about, the women whispered to each other, casting appreciative glances our way. "Look at how happy they are," one murmured, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Her saree is so beautiful, just like a princess," another added, nodding in approval. Their soft voices and kind words added to the enchanting atmosphere of the evening, making the moment even more special.

One by one, the villagers approached us, each bearing a gift, before making their way to the courtyard where a lavish feast was arranged. The air was filled with the enticing aromas of the finest Indian cuisines, making mouths water and adding to the festive atmosphere.

A long table showcased an array of delectable dishes. There were fragrant biryanis, each grain of rice infused with saffron and spices, emitting a rich, warm scent. Platters of butter chicken, with its creamy tomato gravy, exuded a savory aroma that was irresistible. The tangy scent of freshly made paneer tikka, marinated in spices and grilled to perfection, mingled with the sweet, nutty fragrance of dal makhani, slow-cooked with a blend of lentils and cream.

There were bowls of spicy chole, bursting with the earthy smell of chickpeas and spices, alongside aloo gobi, the scent of turmeric and cumin wafting through the air. Naan and roti, fresh from the tandoor, filled the courtyard with the inviting smell of baked bread.

For dessert, there were plates of gulab jamun, their sweet, syrupy fragrance mingling with the delicate aroma of cardamom and rose water. Rich, creamy kheer, garnished with saffron and pistachios, added a touch of sweetness to the air.

The feast was a sensory delight, with the heady mix of spices and the warmth of freshly cooked food creating an unforgettable experience for everyone present.

I sighed inwardly, maintaining a smile for the guests. Yuvraj Ji's tense eyes met mine, and without hesitation, he scooped me up in his strong arms, carrying me bridal style away from the royal seat.

His strides were purposeful as he carried us to a room on the ground floor, a space that belonged to his mother. Placing me gently on the bed, he propped me up against the headboard, adjusting the pillows with care.

I leaned forward and kissed his thick, bearded cheeks, eliciting a groan from him. His hungry eyes locked onto mine, ready to consume me with their intensity, but a strict voice interrupted, breaking the moment.

"Yeh sab shaadi se phele nahi. Chalo bahar niklo."

(Nothing of this before marriage. Come on get out)

My mother-in-law appeared suddenly, twisting Yuvraj Ji's ear with a stern expression. She ushered me out of the room with a firm hand, causing me to burst into laughter while Yuvraj Ji shot me a narrowed, warning glance.

She shut the door in his face and, with authoritative steps, led herself to a nearby chair. With a mix of sternness and care, she fed me necessary medications and fresh fruits, ensuring I was well-taken care of despite the unexpected pregnancy of mine.

Last evening, we returned home after being discharged from the hospital. At Yuvraj Ji's command, the haveli had been transformed overnight into an exquisite hall for our wedding.

Yuvraj's mother strictly forbade him from seeing me before the ceremony. He threw a fit and even threatened to kidnap me, but I calmed him with a promise that he could do whatever he wanted with me after the wedding.

His darkened eyes locked onto mine, a smirk playing on his lips, signaling that he had every intention of making good on my promise. The look he gave me made it clear that I wouldn't be walking easily for days.

Dhuni and I took refuge in Yuvraj Ji's mother's room. Despite the late hour, she had summoned the wealthiest jeweler, a renowned clothing designer, and a top beautician.

I was pampered and fed throughout the night, while Dhuni danced around the room with wild abandon, as if she had escaped from an asylum. Her antics brought laughter and lightness to an otherwise intense evening, making the preparations for the wedding all the more memorable.

Yuvraj Ji's mother was a strict yet caring old lady. She constantly kept an eye on passersby and took excellent care of me. Even after learning that I was expecting a child before marriage with her son, she never uttered a word of reproach.

Around 2 a.m., I finally drifted into a peaceful sleep, but Yuvraj Ji had not. Dhuni informed me that he had spent the entire night meticulously arranging everything to perfection with the help of his trusted men.

The haveli was divided in such a way that the women resided in the front portion, while the men stayed in the back. This separation ensured that preparations could continue uninterrupted, with Yuvraj Ji and his team working tirelessly to make our wedding day flawless.

I selected a ring for him from the savings I had accumulated from my early days of dancing. Though Yuvraj Ji had given me a generous amount for shopping, I wanted to buy something special for him with my own money.

I hadn't yet experienced the morning sickness of pregnancy, but I often felt lethargic and occasionally had trouble breathing.

Closing my eyes, I rested for a few minutes, quickly slipping into a deep slumber.

Minutes later, a hand tenderly shook me, and I opened my eyes halfway.

The figure in the red kurta was close to me, its presence comforting and familiar.

"Khaana kha le Heer, fir so jana."

(Have some food heer, then sleep.)

Yuvraj Ji said softly, patting my hair as he sat beside me.

I hummed in response, not quite in the mood to fully open my eyes, content with just enjoying the moment.

Gently, he placed my hand against his chest, his comforting presence soothing me.

His hand fed me morsels of tandoori paneer and crispy naan, each bite bursting with delicious flavors that made me moan in pleasure.

Morsel by morsel, he continued to feed me, ensuring I savored every bit of the meal. Finally, he offered me sweet dishes - gulab jamun and moong dal halwa, ending the meal on a delightful note.

Our closeness was palpable, every touch and gesture filled with warmth and intimacy. Yuvraj Ji's rough, big palms traced comforting patterns on my back, a sensation that brought a sense of security and love.

As we lay intertwined, he murmured softly to himself, expressing the dreamlike feeling of the moment

"Sab sapne jaisa lag raha hai."

(It feels like dream)

I smiled feeling the same.

"Socha nahi tha ki iss janam tujhe apni biwi kahe paaunga."

(Never thought that I will call you my wife in this life)

Then, he spoke about never imagining he would call me his wife in this life, a statement that initially sparked jealousy in me.

But his playful chuckle and subsequent reassurance melted away any lingering doubts.

His closed eyes and gentle smile revealed a tenderness that contrasted with his earlier teasing.

When I questioned him, his soft eyes met mine.

"Aesa kyu kahe rahe hai? Mujhe nahi toh aur kise biwi bolna chahte the aap apni"

(Why are you saying that?

I said jealously simmering in me.

His soft eye opened and he playfully pecked my nose before explaining.

"Hmmm, pata nahi shayad ..anhh"

(Hmmm, don't know maybe...amhhh)

His fake scream turned into genuine laughter as I playfully bit his cheek before he could finish his sentence. The sound of his laughter made my heart flutter with joy, but I couldn't resist teasing him further. I playfully elbowed him and then laid on the bed, facing away from him, pretending to be annoyed.

"Jaiye yahan se fir. Ussi se kar lijiye shaadi."

(Go away from here. Marry her then)

I pouted and sniffed as tears pricked.

"Areey mere heer mai toh mazak kar raha tha. Acha ro ab abhi, maaf kar de mujhe. Tere bina aur koi hai meri zindagi mei."

(Oh my heer, I was joking. Okay now don't cry, please forgive me. I have no one else in my life beside you)

He wrapped his hand around my waist kissed my cheek, neck and jaw with smooching sounds.

The non harming kisses were making me arouse and I moved back to attach his chest to my back.

I moaned feeling his kisses on my soft spot on neck.

The physical closeness was electric, his broad chest against my back, his kisses igniting a passionate response within me despite the rollercoaster of emotions caused by pregnancy hormones.

Yuvraj's low growl sent a shiver down my spine, and his firm grip on my ass cheeks halted my movements, preventing them from grinding against him.

His gaze locked with mine, and in that moment, the playful banter faded, replaced by a raw intensity that spoke volumes about the desire and passion between us.

"Kariye na"

(Do it na)

I whispered huskily, slowly sliding my saree upwards my legs in a sensual manner.

Yuvraj gulped audibly, his Adam's apple bobbing as desire surged through him. His eyes, filled with swirling lust, remained fixed on me, his hand fisting with anticipation.

"Abhi nahi kar sakte, koi bhi aa sakta hai."

(We can't do it now, someone can come here)

Yuvraj said, his voice strained with desire but also filled with restraint.

Hearing his words felt like a rejection, and tears welled up in my eyes. Sensing my distress, he cupped my cheeks tenderly, his touch comforting and reassuring.

"Heer, bacha ro kyu rahi ho. Karenge hum, par thodi der mei. Abhi sab gaon walo ko jaane doh."

(Heer, baby why are you crying. We will do it, but later. Let's wait for villagers to leave first).

I removed his palm that was patting me in anger.

"Nahi! Mujhe abhi karna hai!"

(No! I want to do it now!)

I demanded with tears in my eyes.

He sighed and I sobbed more looking away from him.

"Thik hai, meri jaan "

(Okay, my life)

He mumbled and trailed kissed in crook on my neck.

His big palm caressed my bare leg and he bunched up the saree till my waist.

I moaned and my lips went inside his mouth as he feverishly kisses me.

My core hole started wetting me like a river, like a whore.

His fingers travelled and he slapped my chut (cunt) while growling.

"Bhenchod, Panty kahan hai teri"

(Fuck! Where is your panty)

"Nahi pehni. Ab daalo na andar."

(Didn't wear it. Now put it inside ne na)

I moaned and my hips buckled up to grind against his hand.

"Kya daalu andar meri heer,"

(What should I put inside, my heer)

He teased and rubbed my clit in circles

My legs thrashed, finally feeling him on my sensitive region.

"Ummm woh apka, woh andar daaliye."

(Ummm your 'that', 'that' inside me)

I moaned and wetted my core even more to orgasm on his fingers.

His three fingers thrusted inside me in one go and thumb rubbing my clit. The other hand on which I was laying, came from my left towards my mouth and two fingers enveloped in my mouth.

"Woh kya haan? Thik se toh bata."

(That what haan? Tell me properly.)

He said while thrusting his fingers without a pause

"Anhh ummn mera paaani ahhh"

(Anhh ummn I'm gonna cum)

My legs quivered feeling overwhelmed by his fingers. He spilt open my legs evern more, one leg on his thigh and his lips attacking my neck in smooches.

"Jhad jaa mere ungli par. Nikal apna paani randi chut se."

(Cum on my fingers. Release from your slutty cunt)

He ordered without stopping the thrust and fell apart on his fingers with my nails digging in his arms.

"Anhhhhh meri chut jhad gayi yuvraj ji !! 💦"

(Anhhhh my cunt cummed yuvraj ji!!)

My eyes rolled back from the feeling of release.

His kisses didn't stop neither did the thrusts of fingers.

The sensitive overwhelmed clit was thundering to spark another release.

"Abhi chudna hai na tujhe. Le phir Mera lund apni choti chut mei meri heer. Chudwa apni chut ab mujhse."

(You want to he fucked right now. Take my cock inside your little cunt, my heer. Get your cunt fucked now.)

His big veiny warm cock filled my insides in hard thrust making me gasp for air.

He licked clean the fingers that was rubbing me few seconds ago.

I moaned with each of his hard length riding inside of me. Wrapping his hand around my throat, he pushed hard to made me clench around him.

"Ab tu biwi bane wali hai meri. Hamari Suhagrat par chod chod ke teri chut laal kar dunga. Anhh chalne layak nahi chordunga. Tyaar rehena."

(Now your are going to be my wife. On our wedding night, I fuck you fuck you hard and will make sure that you will not able to walk. Be ready for that)

His veins on neck popped up as he imprinted his words more as warning than a threat.

My pussy clenched him around in excitement. His thrusts continued for god knows how many minutes.

"Dekh Teri chut kaise jakad rahi hai mujhe!"

( Look at your cunt clenching me so hard)

Thrust thrust

Squeeze

"Tera ched paani nikale jaa raha hai! Anhhh madarchod!"

(Your cunt is dripping! Anhhh motherfucker)

Thrust thrust

Kiss

Moan

My eyes turned wide as I heard footsteps nearing the room and punched his chest in shock seeing the door open.

He merely chuckled and didn't stop his thrust.

"Umm...koi aa raha hai. Anhhh choordiye mujhe."

(Umm...someone is coming here. Anhhh leave me.)

I moaned but my pussy hole disregarded that and gripped his length more tightly.

"Acha? Par teri chut ka ched toh mujhe jadak raha hai huh. Teri yeh choti si chut toh mujhe chord hi nahi rahi hai."

(Yeah? But your cunt us gripping me so tightly. This little hole of yours is not ready to leave me)

His amused voice and twinkled eyes gave rise to frustration in me.

"Sach mei koi aa raha hai! Baat maaniye meri"

(Someone is really coming here! Listen to me!)

I tried to persuade him.

He didn't pay to heed to it and kissed me. His pace turned fast as he tried to reach our release.

"Mere saath jhadja! Jaldi"

He ordered and his breathe became laboured

"Nahi jhade toh jo bhi hoga usske saamne hi chodunga tujhe, heer. Behtar hoga abhi mera lund geela kar de."

(If you will not cum then I will fuck in front of whoever it is, heer. So it's better to cream my cock)

His words made shocked but the whore inside wanted to be fucked in front of any person. But gathering some shame, I clench around him to release.

"Mera paani aa raha hai!"

(I'm gonna cum)

I stuttered

"Anhhh mera bhi aa raha hai. Teri chut bharne ke liye betab hai mera lund!"

(Anhh I'm gonna cum too. My cock is eager to fill your cunt!)

His voice restrained as he choked me hard definitely leaving the marks and bed creaked making noise.

"Yuvraj ji bistar"

(Yuvraj ki bed)

I tried to say through my gasps in fear of breaking the bed if his mother.

"Han han pata hai. Bas ho gaya. Doh minute aur."

(Yeah yeah I know. I'm done. Just two more minutes)

His jaw ticked so sharp, face turning red as I hear Someone's footsteps near the room.

"Anhhh mera lund madarchod! Heer!"

(Anhhh my cock motherfucker! Heer!)

He grunted in crook of my neck biting a chunk of flesh and warm gush of liquid burst inside me.

The feeling made me cum too with me.

As the footsteps grew louder, I hurriedly patted his back, silently signaling for him to hide.

With a frustrated grunt, he quickly kissed my entire face before grabbing his red dhoti and concealing himself beside the open door.

Even as he hid, his hazy dark eyes remained fixed on mine, his tender smile reserved solely for me, causing my heart to melt and my cheeks to flush red with affection.

After composing myself and adjusting my saree, I closed my tired eyes with a contented smile, savoring the warmth of the moment and the intimacy shared between us.

"Saanvi."

Came the voice of his mother.

I opened my eyes showing as if I just woke up.

"Jii?"

I asked

"Oh tum toh so rahi ho. Pata nahi Yuvraj kahan gaya. Mujhe laga toh yahan aa gaya hoga chupke se."

She said as confusion drank her face.

"Woh aaye the, fir chale gaye the."

(He came then left)

I said, Ignoring the urge to smile, I glanced at Yuvraj Ji as he winked naughtily while wrapping the dhoti cloth around his waist.

Yuvraj Ji's mother noticed the empty food plate behind me on the table and nodded in understanding.

"Mai tere liye kada laati hu."

(I will bring kada for you)

Yuvraj Ji's mother wrapped the pallu of her expensive yellow saree around her waist, her movements graceful and elegant as she walked out of the room.

I let out a sigh of relief, realizing that we hadn't been caught in our intimate moment.

Yuvraj Ji approached me with a teasing smirk, and in response, I playfully threw a pillow at him, eliciting a laugh from him.

He then leaned in and kissed my forehead, a gesture that filled me with warmth and happiness, cherishing the feeling of being close to him.

Yuvraj Ji's eyes shifted from mine to my stomach, and I could see a blank expression wash over his face. I understood the thoughts racing through his mind.

I recalled the time in the car when he had touched my stomach after we left the hospital but couldn't feel anything. It had left him frustrated and disappointed.

I tried to convey my feelings, but I knew he couldn't fully relate to the experience of pregnancy, and it weighed heavily on him. He blamed himself, believing that he wouldn't be a good father because he couldn't feel the connection while touching my stomach.

Taking his palm, I gently guided it back to my stomach, wanting him to feel the connection even if it was just a gesture. Yuvraj Ji sighed, his expression a mix of longing and frustration.

He shook his head innocently at me, conveying his disappointment that he couldn't feel our baby's presence.

"Thoda waqt aur dijiye khud ko yuvraj ji. Abhi toh bas shuruwat hai."

(Give yourself sometime yuvraj ji. It's just beginning)

I gave me assurance and he nodded half heartedly.

"Tu aaram kar le, raat mei mehndi bhi hai."

(Take rest now. It's mehendi night also)

He said while covering me with duvet.

I wasn't in a mood to clean his sperm off me, so I laid their to sleep.

"Mai manish and shankar toh bahar hi rakhta hu. Teri dost toh nach nach ke pair hi tudwa legi apna."

(I will postion manish and Shankar outside. That friend of yours will break her leg while dancing.)

He commented, making me laugh.

It was true. Dhuni, with her relentless dancing, seemed to be celebrating her own wedding rather than mine.

In the bustling haveli, Yuvraj Ji's dedication to your safety was unwavering, especially after the unsettling incident involving Soha.

He had assigned Manish and Shankar the task of ensuring your protection until the wedding day.

manish and Shankar, both vigilant and disciplined, maintained a respectful distance from any female presence to avoid any distractions or potential disturbances. Yet, their watchful eyes were always alert for any signs of danger, their commitment evident in every move they made.

As the evening settled, Yuvraj Ji's touch was gentle as he patted your hair, comforting you until slumber embraced you.

With a sense of duty and determination, he left to oversee other crucial arrangements, leaving no stone unturned in ensuring my safety and the success of our upcoming wedding.

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