𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢 ~ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 |𝟏𝟖+| - Chapter 16: Chapter 16

Author's POV:-
They finally came to their house. Arjun directly went to the bathroom to wash his hands and legs. She picked at the door and takes out the thing which she brought for him.
He comes outside changing into fresh clothes and frowns seeing Sakshi in same clothes.
'Tune abhi tak kapre kyu nahi badle??' he asked wiping his face with the towel.
("Why haven’t you changed your saree yet?")
She bites her lips and without responding gave him the new shawl from the packet that he brought for him.
He got startled but took it, 'Yeh kaha se layi tune??'
("Where did you get this from?")
She grins, 'Aap k liye kharidi meine..yeh shawl .. mele se..acha hain??'
( "I bought it for you… from the fair… do you like it?")
He smiled caressing the cloth, 'Bohut acha hain...par tune kharida kaise?? Paise thein tere paas??'
("It’s very nice… but how did you buy it? Did you have money?")
She shook her head, 'Woh sab mein nahi bataungi...aapko pasand aaye na ..toh wahi kaafi hain..'
("I won’t tell you that…you like it na.. that's what I needed to hear..")
'Toh tu hi fir pehna de mujhe' he asked bending his shoulder to her height making her giggle. She wrapped the shawl around his shoulder.
("Then you should be the one to make me wear it,")
"Wahh ji, kitne pyaare lag rahe hain aap… haaye…" she whispered dreamily, placing her palm against her cheek, her eyes soaking in his presence.
("Wahh jii… you are looking so handsome… haaye" )
Without a warning, he pulled her by the waist, catching her off guard. She gasped softly, but before she could react further, he gently wrapped the large shawl around both of them.
"Yeh shawl itna bada hai ki hum dono araam se aa jaayenge iske andar…" he whispered, his gaze locked with hers. Slowly, his eyes drifted to her lips, the silence between them buzzing with unspoken intent.
("This shawl is big enough for both of us to fit comfortably inside…")
Her hand unknowingly moved up, resting on his chest, feeling the warmth of his heartbeat. He cupped her face tenderly, holding her by the jaw, and leaned in close.
Before she could even process, he took her soft lips into his, making her eyes flutter shut. Her grip on his kurta tightened as he deepened the kiss, gripping her gently by her throat so that she didn't choak herself.
A soft moan escaped her lips when he sucked more intensely. He bit her lower lip—hard—making her yelp. He quickly slipped his tongue inside, soothing the spot he had just bitten, tasting the slight hint of blood—but it didn’t stop him.
After what felt like eternity, he pulled back slightly. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her eyes still closed, lost in the haze of the moment.
Taking off her pallu , he turn her around, and moved her hair to one side.
"Ji… thoda rukiye… ahhh… ji…" she whimpered as his lips found her neck, leaving trails of kisses and bites.
("Jii ..wait for a while.. ahh jii.."
She clutched his hand in need, which he wrapped firmly around her boobs, pressing it hard over her blouse. His thumb pinched her hardened nipples.
"Sakshi…" he growled into her ear, biting her earlobe, making her lean her head back on his shoulder.
"Ji…" she responded breathlessly, her voice trembling.
He put her one leg on top of the chair and then slid down, lifting the edge of her saree and petticoat upto the hem. A deep groan escaped him as he felt the softness of her thighs.
As his body pressed with her, she could feel a hard thing digging her lower back making her grow instantly wet.
Sakshi couldn’t think straight—her mind blank, her body trembling with sensations. Her knees were about to give up if not for her husband holding her securely.
His fingers brushed against her inner thighs, then cupped her center over her panty. She gasped, but just as he was about to rub it, a sudden realization struck her.
Her eyes shot open in panic.
She quickly grasped his hand tightly, stopping him. He blinked, confused, and then noticed something—something thick and cloth-like under his palm.
"Woh… abhi nahi ji… meri maasik…" she trailed off, her voice barely a whisper, her face flushed with embarrassment.
("Umm… not now… my period…")
Realizing what she meant, he immediately withdrew his hand, adjusting her saree and petticoat gently.
She kept her head down, too shy to look at him. But he wrapped his arms around her neck from the back, gently kissing her head.
"Mujhe maaf kar de… agar pata hota toh yeh sab shuru hi nahi karta," he whispered near her ear.
("Forgive me… if I had known, I wouldn’t have started this,")
She shook her head softly with a smile. "Aap kyu maafi maang rahe hai ji… isme aapki koi galti nahi…"
("Why are you apologizing… it’s not your fault…")
"Toh tu bhi aise chehra mat bana… main gussa nahi hoon, samjhi?" he said, lifting her chin and giving a peck on her lips.
("Then don’t make that face either… I’m not angry, okay?")
She blushed harder, her gaze fixed on the ground.
It was another day Sakshi working in kitchen preparing kheer as Arjun demanded her to make it. Nobody was at home except Buaji.
She was humming a tune while boiling the milk. Buaji entered the kitchen to see her making something.
'Kya bana rahi hain bahu??' she asked standing beside her.
("What are you making bahu??")
Sakshi quickly place the pallu properly on her head.
'Ji buaji kheer bana rahi hu..unhone bola hain banane k liye..' she said making her nod her head.
(I’m making kheer, Buaji… he asked me to make it,")
Buaji’s eyes shifted to the delicate pair of gold bangles glinting on Sakshi’s wrists.
“Toh baaki sab raat ke liye banana tha… woh sab ho gaye banana?” she asked casually, her gaze still fixed on the bangles, unnoticed by Sakshi.
(So the rest of the things for the night are done? Everything prepared?")
Sakshi smiled politely. “Ji, sab ho gaya… bas roti banana baaki hai. Sab aa jaayein, toh garma-garam sekh dungi.”
("Yes, everything’s done… just the rotis are left. Once everyone comes, I’ll make them fresh and hot.")
Buaji hummed thoughtfully, then suddenly reached out and held Sakshi’s wrist, making her jolt slightly.
“Yeh kangan toh bahut sundar hain, bahu…” she said, gently caressing them.
("These bangles are very beautiful, beta…" )
Sakshi blushed softly. “Ji… yeh maa ke hain. Arjun ji ne mujhe diya hai pehnne ke liye…”
("They’re my mother-in-law’s. Arjun ji gave them to me to wear.")
Buaji smirked to herself. She knew exactly who those bangles belonged to—but back when his mother was alive, she never got the chance to claim them. Now, with her out of the way and the timing just right, this was the perfect opportunity to make them hers… permanently.
“Bahut khoobsurat hain,” she murmured, already plotting excuses in her head to make them hers.
("They are really beautiful")
A moment later, she softened her expression and let out a dramatic sigh.
“Ji, agar tujhe bura na lage, ek baat kahu bahu?”
("If you don’t mind… can I say something, beta??")
“Ji, kahiye na buaji… mujhe kyun bura lagega?” Sakshi responded innocently.
("Of course, Buaji… why would I mind?" )
Buaji placed a hand on her chest, her face turning sorrowful. “Woh na… mere paas ek bhi sone ka kangan nahi hai. Tu toh jaanti hai tere phuphaji ke paas itne paise nahi ki mujhe kuch le kar de. Aur parso mujhe apni parosan ke bete ki shaadi mein jaana hai. Socha tha… agar tu ek din ke liye yeh kangan mujhe udhaar de de—” Her voice cracked a little as she dabbed her eyes with her pallu.
( "You see… I don’t even have a single gold bangle. You know how your uncle doesn’t earn enough to get me one. And I have to attend a neighbor’s son’s wedding the day after tomorrow. I was thinking… if you could lend me these bangles just for a day—")
Sakshi’s heart softened. “Aap aise kyun bol rahi hain, buaji..aise roiye mat aap” she said, gently taking her hands.
("Why are you saying such things, Buaji…don't cry like this..")
Buaji hid a smirk as her plan unfolded just as she had hoped.
“Kya bataun bahu… tu hi toh meri apni hai. Tujhe apna dard na bataun toh kisko jaake bataun? Agar khali haath gayi na shaadi mein… toh log kayi prakar k taane maarenge, tere phuphaji ko neecha dikhayenge. Tu hi bata, kya karun?”
("What can I say… you’re the only one I can call my own. If I don’t share my pain with you, who else will I tell? If I go empty-handed to the wedding… people will taunt me in many ways, and they’ll insult your uncle. Tell me, what should I do?")
Sakshi now falls into her trap. She didn’t mind sharing the bangles, but they weren’t just her jewellery—they specially belonged to Arjun’s mother. He had asked her to keep them safe, never to take them off from her hand . How could she hand them over without his permission?
“Woh… buaji… yeh kangan unki maa ke hain… mera matlab… mein unse poochh ke phir—” she stammered, unsure how to refuse her afterall she was the elder of the house.
("Woh… Buaji… these bangles belong to his mother… I mean… if I’ ask him first and—" )
“Arey, Arjun beta kuch nahi kahega. Use kaam se aane de, mein baat kar lungi. Tu kisi paraye ko thodi de rahi hai, apni buaji ko hi toh de rahi hai,” she coaxed, patting Sakshi’s head gently.
("Aree, Arjun won’t say anything. Let him come back from work, I’ll talk to him myself. You’re not giving them to a stranger, you’re giving them to your Buaji,")
Still hesitant, Sakshi gave a small nod and slowly removed the bangles, placing them in Buaji’s hands. Buaji accepted them a little too eagerly, gripping them with just a hint of force.
“Aap thoda unse baat—” she began again, trying to remind her to speak to Arjun.
("Just talk to him once—")
But Buaji had already turned and left.
Sakshi stood still for a moment, rubbing her now bare wrists. A nervous sigh escaped her lips.
“Bina unse poochhe de diya kangan… maine kuch galat toh nahi kiya na?” she whispered to herself, licking her lips anxiously.
("I gave away the bangles without asking him… did I do something wrong?")