Her outfit above.

Yuvraj's pov

"Baya pair piche, fir daya aage "

(Right towards back then left in front)

As I made my way into the hall of the dancing academy through the attached entrance from the haveli, the voice of my wife's friend caught my attention.

My wife—my Heer and the mother of my children—was seated on a chair, her pregnant belly prominent at eight months and seventeen days.

Her eyes were captivated by the young girls performing their dance routines, following the instructions they had been taught.

"Pranam Sarpanch ji "

(Namaste Sarpanch ji)

The kids greeted me in unison, their laughter and giggles filled with the pure innocence of childhood.

"Pranam bacho"

(Namaste kids)

I patted the heads of the girls to my right, eliciting giggles. Dhuni exchanged pleasantries with me before calling for the girls' attention in her strict teacher tone.

Turning to my wife, I found her already looking at me with a radiant smile that instantly dispelled my tiredness and anger. Leaning down, I kissed her forehead, and she closed her eyes in contentment.

Ignoring the playful "haww" from the kids, I helped Heer to stand up. Her belly was now dangerously large, a sight that never ceased to amaze and worry me, given its substantial weight.

She hugged me sideways, leaning her body weight against me, and we began to exit the hall. The kids called out their goodbyes to her for the day.

After our marriage, she was eager to work again because I had prohibited her from doing house chores, fearing it would affect her health.

She grew bored at home, so I ordered the construction of the hall. Necessary modifications were made, including an attached door to the haveli, allowing easy access for anyone to enter or exit.

Since Heer was pregnant with twins, her first pregnancy, it was crucial to prioritize her health, as advised by Daai Maa. My mother was always ready to assist her, and so was I. I moved most of my work to the haveli office, leaving the premises only for essential tasks.

Heer appointed Dhuni as another teacher and paid her accordingly. Dhuni also moved into a rental near our haveli. Although Heer and I offered her a place to stay in our haveli, she was determined to live independently, and we respected her decision.

Another thing I noticed was the growing closeness between Dhuni and Arun. I often caught them hugging, but it was none of my concern as long as they didn't interfere with my life.

As for Heer, her nausea wasn't too severe, but her mood swings were something else. She would shift from anger to happiness to tears so quickly that it often left me bewildered.

Yet, I cherished these moments too. After all, what's the fun if we don't enjoy the journey as much as the destination?

The only real fear I had was for her pregnant belly, which looked almost painfully large to me. Heer had difficulty walking, which made her move slowly and cautiously.

In the first few months, I noticed she had breathing problems. Daai Maa explained that she was carrying healthy, chunky babies, which accounted for the substantial size of her belly and the associated breathing difficulties.

Daai Maa suggested some leg and breathing exercises to help Heer relax and manage her discomfort.

I often practiced these exercises with her, hoping to provide some relief.

"Yuvraj ji."

Her sweet voice broke my trance.

I hummed and kissed side of her forehead.

"Kabse bula rahi hu dhyan kahan hai aapka?"

(I was calling your name, where are you lost?)

She compliant and pouted.

"Kuch nahi bas tere baare mei soch raha tha."

(Nothing, I was thinking about you only)

I said massaging the side of her stomach.

She huffed in disbelief and her closing with droppiness.

"Kaam kaisa chal raha hai aapka?"

(How is your work going?)

She asked

"Thik hi hai. Bas doh chori aur hui hai. Aur chor bhi bhaag gye police walo ke haatho se isliye gussa aa raha hai unpe"

Gritting my teeth, I replied to her. She patted my chest, reassuring me that everything would be resolved. I believed her, of course.

With slow steps, we made our way to the aagan where my mother was reading the holy book, as she had vowed to do until her daughter-in-law and grandchildren were safe and sound.

I sighed with a shuddering breath. The pregnancy was crucial, and we all knew it. I always tried to push away negative thoughts and maintain faith.

Heer looked exhausted from the walk, and as soon as we reached our new room on the ground floor, she carefully laid down on the bed, closing her eyes.

I felt guilty because I could have easily carried her in my arms, but I refrained from doing so because of a dream I had two months ago.

Her belly had grown so significantly in just five months that she appeared to be nine months pregnant already. It terrified me to think about how she would manage in the months to come.

It's incredible how strong she was.

Heer was caring, loving, and very talkative, often having conversations with the babies inside her belly.

As for the dream, it was a horrendous one. I dreamt of carrying her in my arms, but suddenly she fell, and everything turned into a pool of red blood. The thought of losing my wif- .

No. I can't imagine that.

It was was too much to bear. It still shakes me when I think about it.

Heer sighed and buried her face in the pillow, prompting me to let go of the past. Despite our arguments, they were what made life meaningful. The right amount of love and disagreements are essential for building a strong relationship.

Kneeling beside the bed, I gently patted her hair, soothing her to sleep, which brought a smile to her lips. My left hand instinctively reached for her stomach, feeling the babies move within. The raw emotions of impending fatherhood overwhelmed me.

As I caressed her stomach, I noticed the skin stretching upward from either side as they kicked.

It was time for food.

"They want food," came Heer's cheerful voice at that exact moment.

I chuckled, shaking my head, and walked to the kitchen to prepare some fruits and a bowl of oil for her head massage.

It was our babies' way of communicating—the kick language.

One kick meant they wanted Heer to walk,

two kicks in the same place signaled they wanted to sleep,

and two kicks on either side indicated they needed food.

I had learned these cues well.

Positioning Heer comfortably against her twenty pillows on the bed, I fed her fruits and the spinach curry rice she loved.

She ate while talking to the babies and gently caressing her stomach.

After she finished her food, I offered to massage her head, as she had mentioned her hair feeling slightly rough. She nodded and sat between my legs on the bed, ready for the relaxing massage.

Pouring the oil, I massaged her scalp and she moaned making me grunt.

For god sake, it was been a week since I felt her pussy clenching around my cock. Daai maa had advised not to get into rough physical activities.

I always began with gentle caresses, but deep down, I knew that my passion for Heer would inevitably intensify.

The hunger I felt for her was insatiable, and I could feel the desire building up, ready to unleash in a volcano of unquenchable longing.

My mother arranged for an experienced lady to provide Heer with massages tailored to alleviate the discomfort in her swollen feet, thighs, arms, and primarily her spine.

This expert's dedicated assistance, visiting every morning and evening, brought immense relief to Heer. Her pains lessened, and her back began to feel considerably better.

It was a thoughtful and caring gesture that made a significant difference in Heer's well-being during her pregnancy journey.

But right now, my wife was killing my patience foim her desperate moans.

Placing her head on my shoulder, she lowered the shoulder of oversized long one piece she was wearing.

"Heer, nahi"

(Heer, no)

I sternly replied, not giving into her ministrations.

"Kyu nahi!? Dekhio toh itne bade hai chuche sirf aapke liye."

(Why no!!? Have a look at these big boobs, they are only for you)

She pouted and removed half of the cloth till her boobs are out.

Sigh.

They were big, no doubt. Round and fluffy. I want to suck them so bad. But it would not end at that only.

Heer's palm came to caress my face and other goes on her bare bosom to mould it.

"Chumiye na inhe."

(Kiss them)

Her seductive voice tempted me to break free from my image of a gentleman.

Fuck. The milky mounds with brown nipple amd areola was making me hard rock.

Giving into my desire of licking them, I grasped them tightly earning a loud moan from her.

"Amhh yuvraj ji"

Her moans were music as I merely moulded both of them in rounds.

They were sensitive to touch.

Taking one nipple in my mouth, I sucked it nicely. Heer could only moan and make her body shiver with every touch.

I was pinching the other nipple and sucking one.

"Anhhh meri chut se paani aa raha hai. Umm apni ungliya daaliye na."

(Anhh my cunt is dripping. Umm put your finger in it na)

She moaned desperately

"Ungliya hi daalunga bas. Lund nahi milega phele hi bata raha hu"

(I wish push fingers only. I'm telling you, you will not get my cock)

I warned her not give her hopes.

She nodded without a word and I removed the material off her leg. The cotton material was known covering her growing belly.

Well, good for kids to not see anything.

The right hand travelled till her vertical lips and mouth enveloping her's in mine.

Parting them, I found her dripping wet. Her chut (cunt) was ready to take my fingers in. Without any delay, I gave my three fingeds warmth of her chut(cunt)

Her body arched with the effect of intrusion and I held her down from my left hand around her.

Pumping in and out of her, I saw her legs shaking from her being sensitive in regions, I was not shocked to see her ready to cum in minutes.

"Meri heer ko chudna hai haan? Paani jhadna hai apni randi chut se?"

(My heer wants to get fucked? You want to cum from your whore of a pussy)

She moaned and screamed 'haan haan' (yes yes)

I thrusted fingers inside her and rotated them inside her too.

"Itni geeli aur garam hai teri chut, mere liye."

(Your cunt is so warm and wet for me)

I spanked her pussy from left hand.

"Tere chuche se dudh aane dei. Ache se chodunga tujhe fir. Aur Tera dudh bhi piyunga jee bhar ke"

(Wait till you lactate. I will fuck you nicely and drink all the milk till my heart's content)

Pinching her nipple harshly, I kissed her cheeks but the kiss turned unto a bite hearing her words.

"Umm...abhi lund se chodo meri chut ko. Warna yeh kisi aur ki ho jayegi"

(Ummm..fuck me right now from your cock. Otherwise this cunt will belong to someone else)

She deliberately provoked my jealous beast.

I gripped her jaw and angled her to look into my eyes. The pumping of fingers turned harsher on its own.

"Bhenchod, tujhe maja aata hai na mujhe gussa dilane mei?"

(Fucking hell, you enjoy angering me, don't you?)

I asked in verge of fucking her.

And in reply she fucking chuckled and smooched my lips.

This damn seductress.

"Gusse mein jab aap meri chut fadte hai, usme maja aata hai mujhe."

(In anger when to rip my pussy, I enjoy that)

She accepted and I kissed her hard and after few strokes of my fingers she cummed over them.

"Ab aapka lund daa dijiye meri randi chut mei. Tadao rahi hai bhot."

(Now put your cock inside my cunt. It's getting impatient)

"Abhi chodta hu teri chut ko. Mere lund ke paani se bharunga tab shaant hogi  teri randi chut"

(I will fuck you cunt. Your whore of a pussy will he come down after I will filk it with my cum)

Spanking her cunt and licking her sweetness, I made her lay on pillows.

I stood between her legs and she hugged her around torso.

Shedding my clothes, I pumped my erect excited cock while parting her pussy lips.

Her protruding belly and wet chut (cunt) was enough to make me release precum.

Without wasting time, I pushed inside her and we moth moaned at the feeling.

Gripping her boobs, I thrusted inside. Not choking her because of her breathing problems.

Her body moved with the force of thrusts.

"Anhh ab ache se mera lund apne andar!! Pura bheega de isse apne se!"

(Anhh take

Thrust. Thrust. Squeeze.

"Teri chut ka ched bada hota hi nahi! Bhenchod jitna marji chod lo isse!"

(You cunt didn't loosen up! No matter how many times I fuck it)

Thrust

thrust

Moan

"Umm teri andar ki garmi shaant karni padegi meri garam garam lund ke paani se."

(Umm i have to come your warmness from my warm cum of cock)

Thrust

thrust

Moan

"Amhhh umm yuvraj ji hatiye, mujhe bathroom jana hai."

(Amhh umm yuvraj ji, move away, I have to use washroom)

Pause. Blink blink of eyes.

She punched my hand that were gripping her boobs and it felt like a insect biting my skin.

Excuse me? I'm fucking inside her and she wanted to leave. Hell no.

Continuation of thrusts.

"Yahi kar de mere lund ke upar."

(Do it here only)

Her eyes turned wide and shook her head in no and chanted me to leave her.

I didn't leave her and her gall bladder couldn't hold out the pressure for long. She pissed all over.

I felt the warmness arousing but couldn't enjoy it for long as she cried.

"Heer. Heer. Kya hua!? Ro kyu rahi hai? Kahi lagi kya? Dard ho raha hai kya? Mai daai maa ko phone karta hu"

(Heer. Heer. What happened? What are you crying? Are you hurt? Is it paining? I'm calling daai maa)

My senses got alert or more like messed up hearing her cries.

"Bhot bure hai aap! Itna ganda kaam karya aapne."

(You are really bad! You made me do such bad thing)

She cried and sighed in relief realising the reason of her cry.

Removing my length, I laid on bed and patted her hair to calm her down.

She faced away from me still sniffing.

"Aesa kuch nahi hai, heer. Mujhe ganda nahi laga. Mai bhi toh tere andar karta hu na."

(It's not like that, heer. I didn't felt dirty. I also do it inside you)

She slapped my hand away and continued her cries.

An idea popped in my mind to stop her cries.

"Acha dekh agar tu aese royegi ns toh bacho ko pata chal jayega ki humne kuch kiya."

(Hey listen, if you will cry like this then babies will know that we did something)

Her sobs halted listening my words and she turned to look at me. Her eyes till date made my nerve system goes blank.

"Sachi!?"

(Really!?)

She whispered caressing her stomach.

"Muchi"

I kissed her lips and said. She nodded to herself probably thinking about something but thankful her cries halted.

"Yuvraj ji"

Shr called poking a finger in my chest,  when I closed my eyes amd caressed her stomach laying beside her.

"Hmm"

Not opening my eyes,  I said.

"Woh, puri tarah toh kar lijiye."

(That, do it completely)

She almost whispered and I chuckled sensing her shyness.

"Woh kya?"

(That what)

I teased and she mewled in frustration. Her hand clutched my hair to tear them apart.

The violent seductress.

"Acha acha kar raha hu."

(Okay okay I'm doing)

Agreeing to her demand, I got into position, between her legs and she smiled like cherished cat.

Kissing her, and rubbing her clit , continued our session for twenty more minutes.

I cummed inside her and she cummed too.

After gently cleansing both her body and mine, I carefully dressed her in an oversized one-piece while wrapping a towel around my own waist.

I then changed the bedsheets, arranging her twenty pillows just the way she liked.

Exhausted, she drifted off to sleep almost immediately.

Once she was comfortably settled, I dressed myself, kissed her forehead tenderly, and quietly left to finish my work.

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