Chapter 2 // She is shocked.

Diya's Pov

It was afternoon.

Some ladies joined Maa ji in aangan for gossips.

I took the tray of tea cups to serve them.

They were talking about some random things about village households.

"Kya re betiya, kab godh bharegi tumhare."

One of the lady said.

"Haan haan kab dogi sarpanch ji ko waris."

Other said.

"Yahi toh baat hai na Deepa, agar ladki dhang ki na ho toh aangan suna hi rhta hai."

Third lady said to my mother in law .

I ignored them.

I was satisfied with my husband's affection and support.

Their useless taunts were going to drain from air.

I moved away to walk into kitchen but my mother in law had other plans.

"Idhar aa ladki! Paer daba mere." She ordered not calling me bahu.

She never considered me one. To show her acceptance she called me bahu only in front Siddhant ji.

I walked there. They were sitting on khaat.

I sat down on floor and massage her legs.

"Han bhayi ab kuch kaam toh karo, baaki toh tumse ho nhi raha."

One lady with green saree said, making all 4 of them laugh.

(There are 4 ladies from neighbourhood)

"Areey mai kya kheti hu Deepa, meri beti ko ek din ke liye bula le yaha pe. Dekhna kaise 10-10 bache ghumege tere aangan mei."

Lady in blue saree said enthusiastically.

"Areey Deepa tujhe sarpanch ji ka rishta mere beti se karna chahiye tha. Bhot khush rhti hu sarpanch ko."

Lady in green said.

My husband was a wanted man.

He was like a devil to them. They can see him and admire him but a touch of him will ruin them to ashes.

"Hum baat karte hai bitwa se."

Maaji said.

"Hn kariega!! Waise bhi sarpanch ji haan hi kahenge. Pheli biwi toh sundar bhi thi yeh toh woh bhi nahi hai."

Lady in green said.

"Han isko toh chutkiyo mei chord denge."

She added further

My heart clenched on mention of his first wife.

His first wife, Nagina.

She was a classy lady from city, daughter of a minister. Villagers told me about her.

They called her perfect match for Siddhant ji.

But she ran away with a man to city. Later, her news of demise came.

After 1 week of her demise, sarpanch ji married me, making whispers around rang.

I was shocked too. My father agreed to marry me without a second thought.

The kind of advices which were given to me by villager women made me believe that I will be his sex toy, nothing less.

But on our wedding night everything changed.

He didn't touch me on our first night.

He kept gazing at me whole night. I thought he was crazy from death of his first wife or drunk maybe.

But he was none.

Soon I felt asleep without our consummation.

It was morning of my first as his second wife, when he consummate.

With utter sincerity, care and heavy emotions in his, he made love to me.

His gentleness made me cry.

It was last day though when he was gentle, bhut it was enough for me.

After that day, he claim my body every day and night, hard.

"Jaa ri yaha se. Khaana bana. Kaam chor." Maaji said and took her leg back from my grip.

I stood up and walked in kitchen to cook for night.

At night.

I was making bed late at night, and Siddhant ji entered with dark lusty eyes.

He was drunk for sure. I knew how he look at me when he got intoxicated.

I walked to him and he stood against door, watching my steps.

"Aaj der ho gayi." I said while unbuttoning his kurta.

"Hmm ..ummm"

He hummed tucking my hair behind ear.

"Aese mat dikhiye hum" I commented on his intense gaze.

I felt pain as he gripped my hair harshly.

"Tum humari ho. Tumhe dekhe bhi sakte hai, khaa bhi sakte hai..."

He bit my cheeks with his teeth.

I moaned in pain.

"Aur .....chod bhi sakte hai."

Cupping core said.

And in next moment we were on bed.

He was on top of me, sucking my lips to dominate them.

"Bol meri pyari randi(slut), chahiye tujhe Mera mota lund apni chut mei?"

He asked

"Ji, chodiye na hume sarpanch ji"

I begged him, just like he wants in his drunken state.

He smiled devilishly.

"Aaj toh teri gaand bhi fad dunga mai, meri pyari randi."

He flipped with my naked back to his eyes.

Spanking my ass he went to cupboard.

Then I heard a buckle sound.

He had taken a black belt.

He tied it around my neck and wrapped the excess in his left hand.

"Ahhh"

I moaned feeling him pulling my neck to his front hard chest.

"Dard toh nahi ho raha na ?" He asked and I smiled.

Even in his drunken state of lust, he would never thought of hurting me.

"Ji nahi" I replied.

He placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Aaj bhot tadap hai teri chut ki mere lund. Thoda sahe Lena mere liye."

He said softly.

Taking his length he pushed it inside my pussy.

"Madarchod!!! Ssssssssh.... Kitni choti hai teri chut."

He hissed feeling the tightness.

"Saali ko itna chodta hu fir bhi teri chut hai ji randiyo ki tarah tight Rahi hai."

He spanked my ass.

He pulled the belt and I jerked up with gasp.

And he started pounding inside me.

His face placing wet saliva dripping kisses on my right side face and neck.

"Saali, mere lund ko khush kar aaj tu"

Thrust.

Moan.

"Aaj teri gaand mei apne Lund ka paani bhar dunga mai."

Smooch.

Thrust.

"Kitni choti si chut hai ki mere lund bas tere ander hi rehna chahte hai"

Gasps.

Pull.

Thrust.

"Ahhh ..... Teri chut hi mere lund ko khush krti hai bss."

Kiss.

More kisses.

Pull.

Hard pounding.

"Chal jhadja ab iss mote lund ke liye. Saara ka Sara paani nikal de apne chut ke ched se."

"Geela kar mere lund ko."

Orgasm.

Wetness.

Eyes rolling.

"Bas bas bas bas issi tarah geela kar. Ahhh ummmm wahh Rey meri randi, pura bheega Diya mera lund tune saali."

Bites on neck.

Kisses.

Pull on belt.

"Mere lund ka paani chahiye na tujhe. Chal bheek maang mere paani ke liye."

He demanded

"Mere andar jhad jaiye na sarpanch ji. Meri choti si gaand ko apne paani se bhar dijiye na."

I begged and huffed trying to catch my breath.

He left the belt and held my waist tightly.

And then the animalistic pounds started.

"Ab tu dekh saali, pura ka pura bhar dunga Teri choti si gaand ko."

Thrust.

Thrust.

"Saali mere lund ko apna naukar bana kar rakh hai. Jab dekho tujhe dekhte hi khada ho jata hai."

I chuckled at his comment.

"Le saali randi ( fucking slut) , ab saara ka Sara paani le mere mote lund ka apne andar."

He placed his half length inside my tight ass hole.

"Ahh...ahhh.. bas bas bas dard ho raha hai aur nahi."

I yelled. My hole was tight. He hadn't fucked it since few days.

He stopped and didn't push it more.

"Bas randi le sara paani."

Thrust.

Scream.

"Ahhhhhh.....Sara paani nikal gaya mere lund ka teri gaand me saali.

Ohhh meri pyari....Laila."

I froze.

Laila?

Laila?

L a i l a ?

I felt his hot gush of liquid inside my hole.

And his body fell over me, I fell on bed with sweat drenched face and pinched heart.

He called Laila.

He moaned Laila.

"Goodnight, biwi." He wished and kissed my forehead.

Throwing his body off me. He slept.

I was in a daze with the name he called.

Laila.

This what her name was.

The strip dancer's name.

But how did he find out.