Saanvi's pov

After all the wedding rituals had concluded, I found myself in our room, waiting for my husband to join me so we could consummate our marriage for the first time as husband and wife. Despite having shared a relationship before our wedding, the anticipation was not diminished.

A red veil draped over my face, extending to my neck, as I sat amidst the lavish decorations, my heart racing with a blend of excitement and nervousness. The room was filled with a delicate fragrance, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm ambiance around us. Each moment stretched out, heightening my anticipation for what was to come.

I heard the bickering outside the door, Dhuni and his other cousin negotiating for money. I shook my head with a smile as I overheard him conceding to their demands, the rustle of currency exchanged amid muffled laughter.

The door creaked open, and my heart raced as his strong cologne filled the room. He closed the door behind him and made his way to the bed, each step amplifying my anticipation. Sitting in front of me, his presence was both comforting and electrifying, the moment we had awaited now finally upon us.

"Biwi"

(Wife)

His sweet, addictive voice mumbled softly, as if he were trying to convince himself that I was truly his wife now. I remained silent, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

He gently grasped my hands, which were clasped together in front of my knees, and pulled me closer to him. Tenderly, he began to shower my palms with a series of delicate kisses, each one sending a shiver through me.

"Naam dhundiye apna."

(Search your name)

I extended my mehndi-adorned palms to him, a silent invitation. He hummed appreciatively, and within moments, his eyes found his name intricately woven into the design.

He traced it sensually with his lips, sending a thrilling current through me.

His hands moved to lift my veil, revealing my face beneath. His eyes, heavy with desire, gazed into mine. Cupping my cheeks tenderly, he pressed gentle kisses to my eyes and forehead, each touch filled with an intoxicating blend of affection and passion.

"Sabse khoobsurat hai hamari biwi."

(My wife is the most beautiful among all)

He mumbled, making me blush.

His lips descended toward mine, but I stopped him, pressing my palm against his mouth.

He groaned in frustration, the sound vibrating against my hand and making me giggle.

"Ab kya hua meri jaan?"

(Now what happened, my life?)

He asked in urgency.

"Phele hamari muh dikhai ka tohfa."

(Give me, my muh dikhai gift first)

I spoke, my words intentionally teasing, riling him up.

His eyes darkened with a mix of frustration and desire, the tension between us rising.

"Sab samajh rahe hai hum. Janbujh ke hume tadpaya jaa raha hai hume."

( I understand everything. I'm being deliberately tormented.)

Narrowing his eyes, he spoke, causing me to giggle even more.

From the pocket of his sherwani, he produced a blue velvet box and a folded document.

He handed me the paper first.

"Yeh tumhari muh dikhai."

(This is for your muh dikhai)

He spoke, and my eyebrows furrowed. I read the first few words and looked at him, astonished. He nodded in assurance, and I hugged him tightly.

The document was for the legal transfer of a piece of land adjacent to the haveli, intended for my dance academy. The land originally belonged to another zamindar, but Yuvraj Ji had gifted it to me for my academy.

"Tu ghar se dur nahi jana chahti thi, isliye maine ghar ke paas hi tere liye zamin kharid li. Ab tera sapna pura ho sakega "

(You didn't want to move far away from haveli for dance academy so I bought the land for you. Now you can fulfill your dream)

He spoke softly and rubbed my back as I cried, feeling overwhelmed, perhaps due to pregnancy hormones.

He comforted me and then gave me a smirk before opening the blue box right before my eyes.

"Yeh kya hai yuvraj ji?"

(What's this Yuvraj ji?)

I asked, being confused.

"Tere liye gehena hai."

(A jewellery for you)

His words resonated with an undercurrent of darkness, each syllable veiling a hidden desire.

The jewelry, crafted from gleaming gold, sparkled with an ethereal brilliance that left me mesmerized.

"Par yeh pehena kahan hai?"

(Where it need to be wore?)

I asked in confusion.

Instead of responding, he set the box down, then smoothly shed his top sherwani in a single fluid motion.

His broad chest, chiseled with the precision, rippled with defined muscles that seemed to dance beneath the skin.

Veins traced pathways like intricate rivers, adding a sense of rugged strength to his physique.

I couldn't help but gulp as I caught sight of his taut muscles, the veins subtly pronounced, and his firm chest a arousing sight.

A chuckle escaped him, interrupting my thoughts as he noticed me admiring him.

"Sharma mat meri jaan, yeh sab tera hi hai."

(Don't me shy my life, it's all yours)

He pressed a hard kiss against my jawline before guiding my hand to caress his naked chest.

A gasp escaped me as he lightly nibbled on my neck.

Standing up from the bed, he skillfully removed my veil and jewelry, carefully attending to stubborn pins. His lips peppered my skin with a flurry of kisses in between each action.

I was getting wet and my hole was gasping to gulp something inside it. Something like his big cock.

Removing everything he made me naked. Clenching my legs, he dragged me till end of bed, so that I was facing the chair.

He removed his dhoti and I gasped seeing that he was not wearing anything inside it.

"Sirf tuhi nangi ghum sakti hai kya ?"

(You think only you can roam naked around?)

A slap landed on my cunt as he answered my accusing eyes.

Kneeling down, he kissed my feet, I took my feet back in protest

"Pair mat chumiye."

(Don't kiss my feet)

I protested, but he firmly gripped my feet and proceeded to sensually lick each finger of both feet.

"Shhh..mai sab kar sakta."

(Shhh..I can do anything)

He silenced my protests with a gentle hush and continued planting kisses along my skin until he reached my thighs.

Opening my legs wide apart, he spitted on my cunt and gave it a long lick.

"Mere lund se chudne ke liye ek dum tyar hai teri chut"

(Your cunt is ready to he fucked by my cock)

I moaned at his words.

Tearing his dhoti cloth in two, he held my leg.

"Bharosa hai na mujh par, biwi?"

(You believe me right, wifey?)

As he asked, his eyes held a gravity that hinted at the intensity of the night ahead. I sensed the shadows of passion and darkness intertwining, and I willingly embraced the impending storm.

Every fiber of my being had already committed to fulfilling his deepest, darkest desires.

"Bikul hai Yuvraj ji."

(Yes Yuvraj ji)

As he kissed me with confidence, his fervor matched mine, our tongues dancing in a passionate tango.

With a sudden move, he lifted me effortlessly, folding my legs in a way that positioned me just the way he desired—my butt resting on top on foot, knees bent and resting on the bed. The torn dhoti material tied around my thigh, ensuring my position remained fixed.

He squeezed my boobs hard while kissing me. Taking the golden chain he bought, he held both the ends and clasped them on my nipples.

"Anhh."

I jumped in pain, when it pinched in my nipples.

(Nipple clipper have feature of tightening it too. You can search if you want to know more about it on Google)

Yuvraj Ji tightened each turn of the screw, his eyes reflecting a dark intensity. It was as though he wanted to see me break under the pleasure he inflicted.

The pain shot through me like electric shocks, and yet, amidst the agony, there was a strange understanding dawning within me.

As my tears fell, mingling with the silent cries of my heart.

"Anhh bas bas yuvraj ji."

(Anhh enough enough yuvraj ji)

As tears streamed down my face, I gazed at him, a mixture of pain and pleasure twisting in my chest.

His smirk deepened, a dark reflection of his satisfaction, as he turned and walked away, leaving behind after tightening screw.

His orbs held a promise of both torment and ecstasy, a promise I knew I couldn't resist.

With deliberate movements, he placed whiskey glass and the pink vibrator inside it, in the center of the bed, using glass as a stand for vibrator.

The whiskey glass, a vessel for numbing his senses, stood inside to the vibrant toy, a tool for heightened sensations.

As he positioned them, it was as though he had imagined this scene countless times, a ritual of pleasure and escape.

The side table, now bare where these objects once rested, hinted at the anticipation that hung in the air.

Carrying me like a doll from waist, he postion my cunt opening on top of the standing vibrator.

The round ball of vibrator went inside me, smoothly from the wetness.

Placing me there, he left to sit in front, on chair. His legs wide spread and hands pumping the hard cock.

"Chal ab uchal uspe aur chut se paani nikal mere liye."

(Jumo on that and cum for me)

His soft voice gone and desired lust voice ordered.

I moved my hips against the vibrator as he started the vibrations of it on highest.

I moaned uncontrollably.

Our eyes didn't move from each other. I bounced my hips on pink thing.

"Uss chain ko kheech. Teri cheekh nikalni chahiye meri jaan, aaj. Tera pati ka lund tujhe tabhi milega jab tu cheekegi."

(Pull that chain. Your screams should be heard today my life. You will get my cock only when you will scream)

"Jee maalik."

(Yes master)

I nodded desperately and pulled the chain from left hand.

"Anhh dard ho raha hai."

(Anhhh its paining)

I cried feeling pain, but didn't stop it.

"Aur jor se kheech."

(Pull it harder)

His hoarse voice ordered as he pumped his cock more.

"Anhh anhh meri chut !! Umm mujhe lund chahiye aapka."

(Anhh anhh my cunt!! Umm I want your cock please)

I added bounce, to cum hard on vibrator.

"Bhenchod, aur jor se hila apne pichwade uss par, randi. Chuche kheech!"

(Fuck! Move those hips harder, slut. Pull your tits hard)

His hands pumped his cock harder, his eyes drinking the view of me getting fucked.

My chut (cunt) was getting dripping wet. The stretch from chain was so bad. It made me cry in pain.

"Yuvraj ji amhhh bhot dard ho raha hai. Vinti karte hai hum aapse."

(Yuvraj ji its paining too much. Please I request you)

I cried with tears feeling both pain and pleasure.

"Kya vinti Karti ho tum humse? Chudna hai mere lund? Bolo randi."

(What are you requesting for slut? You want to get fucked by my cock? Say it slut.)

He taunted.

"Han han chudna hai mujhe aapke lund se. Bas ab dard ho raha hai isse hatiye."

(Yes yes I want to get fucked by your cock. Just remove this chain from me)

I desperately said.

With a sinister chuckle, he approached me, a malevolent glint in his eyes. I released the chain, my gaze fixed on him, filled with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.

His face descended toward me, not for a tender kiss, but to seize the chain between his teeth, sending a shiver of dread down my spine.

He stretched the chain, pulling it towards him.

"Anhhhhhh nahi nahi anhhhhh"

"Anhhhh no no anhhh"

I screamed loudly as he stretched the chain and moved backwards to give me intense pain. I pull his hair but he grasped both of my hand in his one palm.

"Bhot bure hai aap!!"

(You are so bad!!)

With that I cummed on top of vibrator head and eyes rolling back.

Yuvraj ji finally left the chain and removed it. My nipples had turned red and his mere touch of finger was painful.

"Tu ne hi kahan tha jo karna ho kar lena."

(You had promised to let me do whatever I want)

He said held by waist out of bed. His words reminded me of promise I had made. I didn't know he wanted to do this.

Removing the things from bed, he made lay on it and hovered over me.

Our mouth moulded into a tongue fight and he did something on my clit. I thrashed feeling the clasp.

"Shaant ho jaa, dheere hi karunga."

(Come down, it will be slow)

He said, making me sigh in relief. He had clasped one end of chain other end was dangling.

His teeth bit my skin around bosoms and nipple too. He trailed kissed in my stomach and bit above my navel.

"Itni mulayam kaise hai tu? Jee kar raha hai khaa jaau tujhe"

(How can be you so soft? I want to eat you.)

He commented leaving bit marks.

His lips twirled around my navel and my legs shook a little with different sensation.

He thoroughly licked the inside of my navel and clasped the free end of chain on tender skin of navel.

I hissed,

"Aap bhot hi gehri aur vichitra ichaye rakhte hai Yuvraj ji"

(You desire very dark kinks, Yuvraj ji)

He chuckled at my commented and came above to kiss me.

"Tujhd dekh kar hi yeh ichaye jagti hai, meri Aashatushti bhari Stri"

(असन्तुष्टि भरी स्त्री।)

(These dark desires get awake only after seeing you, my insatiable woman)

With that, he thrusted inside me and we both moan at that feeling.

"Amhh aaj Puri raat chodunga tujhe mai. Suhagraat ko teri chudaai raat bana dunga."

(Amhh tonight I will fuck you all night. Wedding night will be turned into fucking night)

His hand wrapped around my throat and other used as pillow for my head.

The intensity of his grip on my throat matched the passion in his eyes as he thrust into me.

My nails, driven by a mix of pleasure and pain, traced fiery paths along his back, leaving marks as deep as the desire between us.

"Bol, chudegi na meri jaan mujhse, puri raat?"

(Tell me, you will be fucked by me, all night right?)

Thrust. Thrust. Kiss.

Each thrust elicited a mix of pain and pleasure, a song of desire and dominance.

Between thrusts, our lips met in urgent kisses, breaths mingling in a heated exchange of passion and longing.

"Haan har raat chud waungi mai aapse apni chut!"

(Yes, every night I will be fucked by you)

Nuzzling into the crook of my neck, he marked her with sharp bites, leaving an incoherent map of his territory on his beloved wife.

Each mark was a declaration of ownership to claim and protect what was his.

"Jor se chodunga tere ched ko. Teri chuchiyo mei se dudh piyo har din. Tere ched bade dunga har raat."

(I will fuck your holes hard. I will suck milk from nipples daily. Every night I will loosen up you holes)

Thrust thrust.

Squeezing throat.

Dark moans.

"Jaise hi ghar aaunga mere liye taange faila ke tyaar rahio. Teri chut maarunga, fir tere muh mei ras nikalunga apne lund ka."

(As soon as I'll arrive at home, spread your legs for me. I'll fuck your cunt then cum in your mouth)!

His dark eyes locked onto mine, a collision of desire that echoed through the room, accompanied by the rhythmic creaking of the bed, bearing witness to our lust for each other.

I gasped for air as his brutal thrust and wet sounds of my cum were resonating in room.

"Tujhe firse maa banunga. Bahar walo ke liye tu meri rani hai, hamare bistar par meri randi."

(I'll impregnate you again. In front of world, you are my queen, on our bed you are my slut)

My legs shook but couldn't move because of tied strings.

His grunt echoed in the room, a clear sign of his running patience as the tension between them reached its peak.

"Woh randi jo humsha mere lund ke liye apni chut ka ched tyar rakhti hai.

Humsha chudne ke liye tayar rahti hai."

(That slut who is always ready to get her cunt fucked by me.)

His words jolted me once more, causing my stomach to coil with a mixture of anticipation and his girth getting too tightly clenched inside me.

"Amhh bhenchod mai bhi jhadne wala hu."

(Anhh fuck! I'm gonna cum)

"Saath mei paani nikal meri randi. Aaj tera pati pheli baar teri chut bharega."

( Let's cum together my slut. You husband will cum for first time ever in you)

The truth hung heavy in the air. He was about to give himself to me fully for the first time as my husband, a moment both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

"Mera anghhhh"

(My anhhhh)

I couldn't even complete my words as I released with hard shaking of legs.

His warm gush of liquid filled me too, and I laid there on bed without moving.

In that moment, his face transformed into a portrait of raw intensity and passion.

His grunts vibrated through the air, his complexion turning a deep shade of crimson, his eyes ablaze with desire. His abdomen trembled with the effort, muscles taut and defined, showing exertion.

With one final push, he collapsed on top of me, his head using my boobs as pillow, a growl escaping his lips, showcasing intensity of our shared passion.

As our ragged breaths intermingled, I tenderly caressed his hair, both of them basking in the aftermath, our bodies relaxed yet tingling with the remnants of our fervent encounter.

"Mera lund phir se khada ho gaya."

(I'm hard again)

He grunted in pain making me laugh in amusement.

Narrowing his eyes on me in playfulness, he opened my tied feet.

"Bhot hasi aa rahi hai tujhe. Ruk abhi teri chut maarta hu tabh hasiyo."

(You are laughing too much. Wait till I start fucking you)

Saying that, he flipped my body as I laid on my stomach.

He thrust inside me until the first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, marking the passage of a sleepless night.

Our insatiable lust had carried us through the hours, leaving us breathless and entwined, unwilling to let the night end.

In the early hours of morning, he finally decided to pause, allowing us to rest after noticing my exhaustion. As we drifted into sleep, a contented smile played on my lips.

This was a glimpse into our married life—an existence brimming with unfiltered rawness and fervent passion, a bond forged in the fires of intensity and unwavering love.

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Whole night ✊💦