𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢 ~ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 |𝟏𝟖+| - Chapter 28: Chapter 28

Author's POV,
Next morning, Arjun goes to washroom and Sakshi was getting ready taking maximum time needed. She looks back at the bathroom door and again started getting ready.
'Ji inko kya aaji hi bohut der karne ka mann ho raha hai??' she murmurs talking to herself.
("Jii is he really in the mood to take this long today?")
At the same time Arjun came out wiping his wet hair with the towel. She then goes to the almirah and took out his kurta which he wore on inside home.
He looked at her, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeh kapde nahi Sakshi, mujhe bahar pehnne ka kurta do... aaj kaam pe jaana hai na."
("Not these clothes, Sakshi. Give me the kurta I wear outside... I have to go to work today.")
His words made her pause. Her face lost color instantly, and she stared at him for a few moments before silently pulling out his off-white kurta. Her eyes lingered on him as he slipped it on.
After a brief silence, she finally asked hesitantly,
"Ji... woh, mein keh rahi thi... aap stove aur baaki samaan upar le aayenge kya?"
("Ji... I was just wondering... will you bring the stove and other kitchen stuff upstairs?")
Arjun stopped mid-motion, the fabric in his hand still. He exhaled and shook his head.
"Bilkul nahi. Jaise tu rasoi mein kaam karti thi, waise hi karegi. Samjhi?" he said firmly, making her swallow nervously.
("Absolutely not. You'll work in the kitchen just like before. Understood?")
"Ji... aap nahi rahenge ghar mein... mein kaise? Akele nahi kar paungi," she stammered, her eyes brimming with tears.
("Ji... if you won't be at home... how will I manage? I won't be able to do it alone," )
He placed his hands on her shoulders gently.
"Kuch nahi hoga. Mein Kajal ko bol dunga ki woh tere saath rahe rasoi mein. Tujhe Veer ka koi kaam nahi karna. Na uske kamre mein jaana hain, na hi uske liye khana banayegi. Buaji kahe bhi, toh bhi nahi."
("Nothing will happen. I'll ask Kajal to stay with you in the kitchen. You don't have to do anything for Veer. Don't go into his room, and don't cook for him. Even if Buaji asks you to, don't.")
She nodded slowly, but held onto his hand.
"Ji... lekin Kajal toh dopahar ko chali jaati hai apne ghar. Phir agar kuch-"
("But Kajal leaves for her home in the afternoon. Then if something-")
"Lata hai na? Zarurat pade toh usse le jana. Aur mein toh shaam ko aa hi jaunga." He tried to reassure her with a calm voice.
("Lata comes, right? Take her along if needed. And I'll be back in the evening anyway.")
She looked up at him, eyes full of fear. He smiled softly and cupped her cheeks.
"Ji... darr lag rahi hai mujhe, bohot zyada..." her voice trembled.
("Ji... I'm scared. Very scared...")
He pulled her into his arms, gently caressing her back.
"Nahi Sakshi... bilkul bhi nahi darna. Agar tu daregi, toh usse aur himmat milega. Tu aise bartav kar, jaise kuch hua hi nahi ho. Lekin dono aankh aur kaan khule rakhna... jitna ho sake usse door rehna. Baaki sab mere upar chhod de. Sahi waqt aate hi... daboch lunga usse. Aur tab uska maa kya swayang bhagwan bhi usse aake bacha nahi payega" he said, gritting his teeth at the end.
("No, Sakshi... don't be afraid at all. If you get scared, it'll only give him more courage. Act like nothing ever happened. But keep your eyes and ears open... stay away from him as much as possible. Leave the rest to me. The moment the time is right... I'll catch him. And that leave his mother but not even God will be able to save him then,")
"Ji... kya karenge aap?" she asked quietly.
("Ji what will you do??")
"Wahi jo mujhe karna chahiye. Tu bas apna kaam karti reha. Yaad rakhna, tera pati tere piche har waqt deewar banke khada hai. Ek aanch bhi tujhe chhoo nahi payegi" he promised, resting his chin atop her head.
("Exactly what needs to be done. You just keep doing your work. Just remember, your husband is always standing behind you like a wall. Not a single scratch will able to touch you,")
After a moment, he added,
"Aur buaji kuch kahe bhi, toh chup chap sun lena. Ek kaan se sunna, aur doosre se nikal dena."
("And if Buaji says anything, just quietly listen. Let it go in one ear and out the other.")
She hummed softly.
"Ji... bas aap jaldi ghar aa jaana."
("Just come home early, please.")
He nodded, stepping back slightly to look at her.
"Chal, ab apna chehra thik kar. Bilkul bhootni lag rahi hai."
("Now fix your face. You look like a ghost.")
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Her face fell.
"Main bhootni hoon?"
("Do I look like a ghost to you jii??")
He chuckled,
"Haan, tu meri pyaari si choti si bhootni hai."
("Yes, my cute little ghost.")
She turned her face away, wiping her tears and fixing her pallu.
"Agar main bhootni hoon... toh aap bhoot hain," she mumbled.
("If I am a ghost, then you too is ghost...")
He let out a short breath, sat on the bed, and pulled her onto his lap without warning.
"Haan toh main jaanwar hoon, bhoot hoon... aur kya kya hoon?" he teased, wrapping his arms around her waist.
("Oh, so now I'm an animal, a ghost... what else am I?")
She adjusted her pallu over her head, trying not to smile.
"Ji... abhi yaad nahi aa raha. Jab yaad aayega, bata dungi aapko." She replied with a straight face.
("Hmm...Jii I can't remember right now. I'll let you know when I do,")
Smirking, he suddenly started tickling her belly.She burst out laughing.
'Haa haaa ji....kya kar... hahaha.. hain....haaa haaa' she started laughing..
("Hahaha... what are you... hahahaha doing...")
He grins, 'Abb kaha se aa rahi hain itni hasi??'
("Where's all this laughter coming from now, huh?")
She tried to stop him, 'Jii ..bas..hahahahaha..kijye na..'
(Please... haha... stop it!")
Her eyes welled up from laughing, and finally, he stopped tickling her, leaving her breathing rapidly. She glared at him, and then both of them burst into laughter.
'Ji aap bhi na bohut pareshan karte hain..paeth dard ho gayi' she said shaking her head.
("You always trouble me so much... now my stomach hurts,")
'Achaa??' he asked.
("Ohh really??")
She then turned facing him and cupped his cheeks 'Aise hi haste rehana ji..aap bohut ache lagte hain jab aap aise haste ho..'
("Always keep smiling like this... you look so good when you smile,")
He smiles looking at her eyes and bend down gently placing his lips on her. Her eyes fluttered but gives in kissing. He pulls her closer by her head sucking her lips roughly.
Sakshi's breath hitched as he was not at all gentle. Her nails duged into his thigh when he slide his tongue inside her mouth sucking the hell out of her.
He left when he found her out of breath. His one hand pulls the saree off from her shoulder and groped her cloth boob squeezing it hardly.
'Ahh Jiii...' she screams.
Her hand moved into his hair caressing it.He hurriedly unhook her blouse and took her one boob into the mouth sucking it.
She bite her lips as her clit clenched with the juices dripping and sliding through her inner thighs.
He look at her flushed face and smirked bitting her nipples slightly making her flinch.
'Ouchhh!!!' she opens her eyes as she look down where his mouth was attached.
'Aapko kya milta hain ki aise karne se??' she asked breathing heavily.
("What do you even get out of doing this?")
'Maza..mujhe tere yeh dono chusne mein bara maza atta hain...' he whispers giving a long lick before taking her entire boob into his mouth.
("Pleasure... I get a lot of pleasure from sucking these,")
Her cheeks turned red with his talk.
'Bas isme doodh bhara hota toh aur maza hota chusne mein..' he murmurs wipping the saliva with his thumb..
("If only they were filled with milk... it would be even more fun to suck them," )
'Chiiii..' Sakshi makes faces hearing the word dudh..
("Ewww")
He pulls her closer ,such that her nose was touching with his..
'Chiiii kyaa??' he whispers..
("What eww??!!")
'Aapko agar itna shauk hain ji dudh peene ka..mein rasoi se le aaungi...woh bhi do-do glass..' she huffed covering her boobs with her blouse, looking away.
("Ji if you love milk so much, I'll bring you two full glasses from the kitchen," )
"Par mujhe woh doodh nahi pina..." he grinned wickedly.
("But I don't want that milk...")
"Mujhe toh bas tera doodh pina hai."
("I only want your milk.")
Heat crept up her cheeks.
"Kitni ajeeb baatein karte hain aap...chup ho jaiye aab"
("Jii you talk so weirdly...now stop it..")
She shift his face to other side.
"Tu toh aise bol rahi hai jaise tujhe maza nahi aata," he said, leaning in again. But before he could open his mouth to kiss her, she put her hand on his mouth.
("You're talking like as you don't enjoy it,")
"Ji, abhi nahi... fir der ho jaayegi. Agar abhi karenge toh raat ko jaldi nahi aa payenge" she said, trying to hook her blouse back.
("Not now, ji... or we'll get late. If we do this now, we won't be able to come early at night,")
"Kaash abhi raat hoti... toh tujhe chorta hi nahi," he whispered naughtily.
("I wish it were night already... then I wouldn't let you go,")
"Aapka bas chale toh aap mujhe hamesha bandh ke rakhein apne sath" she said, making him grin wider.
("If it were up to you, you'd keep me tied to you forever,")
"Yeh toh bilkul sahi kaha... tujhe chhodne ka mann hi nahi karta."
("Now that's something I agree with... I never feel like letting you go.")
"Apna toh kaam kar liya... ab mera kya? Mujhe phir se nahaana padega," she said with a dramatic pout.
("You got what you wanted... what about me? Now I have to shower again,")
"Haan toh jaa na... naha le... isme kya badi baat hai?"
("So go shower... what's the big deal?")
"Aapke liye aasaan hoga... mujhe nahi hota 4-5 baar nahaana," she said, walking to the almirah for a towel.
("Ji it might be easy for you... but not for me! I can't shower four or five times a day,")
Leaning back against the headboard, he asked, "Kyu? Kya dikkat hai isme? Aur mein kab 4-5 baar nahaata hoon?"
("Why? What's the problem? And when do I shower four or five times?")
She looked at him pointedly. "Saree kholo, blouse kholo, phir nahaao, phir nayi saree pehno, baal thik karo... bohot samay lagta hai!"
("Take off the saree, unhook the blouse, then shower, then wear a new saree, fix the hair... it takes a lot of time!")
He sprang up and grabbed her wrist.
"Toh de... teri saree mein khol deta hoon... aur nahaane mein madad bhi kar deta hoon."
("Then let me do it... I'll help you undress and even help you shower.")
Her eyes widened at his sudden excitement.
"Ji nahi! Mein kar loongi! Bachi nahi hoon!"
("No, ji! I'll do it myself! I'm not a child!")
But he pulled her anyway.
"Nahi... tu aa mere paas. Ek saath naha lenge. Bohot maza aayega."
("Nope... come here. Let's shower together. It'll be so much fun.")
She struggled in his grip, cheeks flushed.
"Aaa! Chhodiye ji! Kuch bhi hain na??!"
("Ahhh let me go...there is no fun at all")
"Kya kuch bhi?? Tere pati tujhe maza dega...itna dunga ki tu apne ankhon k samne taare aur chaand dekhne lagegi...neend bhi aa jayegi' he smirked.
("What?? Your husband will give you pleasure...in such that you'll able to see stars and moon in front of your eyes...you will feel sleepy...")
'Mujhe nahi dekhna koi chaand aur tara din mein...mujhe sona bhi nahi hain..aap choriye toh... bohut hua ufffff!!!!' she said struggling with his hold.
("I don't want to see any stars and moon in daytime ..I don't even want to sleep...you just let me go jiii..ufff!!!")
He laughed and suddenly picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack. Her saree dragged along the floor, half undone.
"Aaaa! Kya kar rahe hain?! Chhodiye!! Agar mein gir gayi na toh... swadisht khana nahi milega! Karela ki sabzi bana doongi haa!!!" she threatened, hitting his back lightly.
("Aaaa! What are you doing?! Put me down! If I fall... you won't get delicious food! I'll make bitter gourd for every meal!")
He held her tightly, grinning as her payal jingled with each movement.
A loud spank landed on her butt above her petticoat.
"Owww!" she cried out dramatically, caressing the spot.
"Itna bhi zor se nahi mara tujhe" he said, rubbing it softly.
("Didn't even hit that hard,")
She gave him a cute glare.
"Dekh lena! Aaj sab kuch karele ka hi banaungi! Karela ke parathe, karela ka doodh, karele ki daal... sab kuch!"
("Just wait and watch! I'll make everything with bitter gourd today! Bitter gourd paratha, bitter gourd soup, bitter gourd dal... everything!")
He burst into laughter.
"Hasiye mat! Mein mazaak nahi kar rahi hoon!" she fumed.
("Don't laugh .. I am not joking at all")
He carried her into the bathroom, and she clung tightly to him.
"Girayunga nahi tujhe... kagaz bhi tere se bhaari hota hai," he teased, setting her down gently.
("I won't drop you... even a paper is heavier than you,")
He then brought her towel and a fresh saree from the room.
"Yeh le..." he said, kneeling to her level.
("Take it..")
"Aaj nahi ho paya... par bohot jald tujhe apne saath lekar nahaunga...aur woh bhi bina kapdo mein" he added with a playful glint, brushing his lips against hers before leaving.
("Didn't happen today... but very soon, I'll shower with you and that too completely naked,")
A shy smile spread across her lips as she clutched her saree to her chest, watching his retreating figure. He closed the bathroom door from outside.
"Tera pati toh bara badmaash hai re Sakshi..." she whispered to herself with a pause.
("Your husband is such a rascal Sakshi...")
"Par... acha wala badmaash," she giggled, hiding her face behind the saree.
("But... a lovable rascal,")
"Ji! Jaldi aa jaana ji!" she called out.
("Ji come back soon okayy")
"Haan haan... aa jaunga!" he replied from the other side.