𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐅𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃

CHAPTER ➋ • Bazaar

In initial days, this made her insecure. But her self doubt washed off when one of her fellow courtesan Ruby confided in her this peculiar habit of their Khan. She had told her that, Khan has a very restrictive and rigid way of having sex. He never really soulfully enjoys it. He does this for the sake of the physical need , or maybe it is considered a part of their honour to keep multiple courtesans at his disposal.

However Ruby made it explicitly clear to her, to never touch his sea shell locket. Khan Murtasim had a very weird obsession with it. The last time, someone touched it mistakenly, was admitted to the nearby hakeem (Doctor) , as Khan had cut his two fingers.

" Turn around, and bend over." he commanded bringing her back from her trance. She complied his instructions by immediately bending over the nearby concrete semicircular bench outlining the middle garden floor cuttings. He came and stood behind her, looking at her exposed skin devilishly. Before doing anything he opened two buttons of his kurta and removed the sea shell locket tied with a black thread. And put it on the chair near his black shawl.

It was an August night, and rain had started pouring. He was moving inside her. It was rhythmic and routine for both of them. Suddenly, there was peal of thunder and lightning and the sea shell locket shined in the otherwise dark surrounding, catching his attention.

He felt a sudden wave of emotions while looking at the tiny shining locket. The locket that never left his body. The locket that she made him wear. Their promise locket. He went back to the days when they were together. When they were so close to eachother. Those were the days when a 16 year old Nandani would never leave Murtasim's side.

He closed his eyes, and started remembering every contour of her tiny little face. Her underdeveloped body, her small breasts. He felt a sudden surge of heat down and he started thrusting faster and harder. Shabnam couldn't contain any longer and started screaming. And she came, pleasure washed off her body.

He pulled out.

He went to the rest room leaving behind a panting, disheveled Shabnam behind.

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He immediately opened and pulled his salwaar pants down as soon as he closed the door of the rest room. His manhood sprang out, fully grown and hard. He wasn't done yet. The mere thought of her made him weak on his knees. He might never accept it in front of any other soul but he wanted her, needed her. The fact that she existed somewhere in this world and not within the periphery of his arms made him crazy. His unquenchable thirst for her seemed no boundation or end. It has only increased over the years.

He held his cock and started rubbing its slightly light pale red-purple head (glans). Often the tip of his manhood used to be purple but in rare cases when he is thoroughly aroused, it turns red with extreme blood flow down there.

It was wet and sticky owing to his recent activity. He rubbed and spread the pre cum on his entire length. There was a faint smell of his sex in the room. He started stroking it in downward motion, taking the full length in his left hand.

"Nandani.." the word left his mouth as he gasped.

As he closed his eyes, his imagination took him to a delusional world. A 16 year old Nandani under him, eyes shut tightly, moaning for him, taking his name in every gasp. He was thrusting into her. Hitting her at the right spot. Her little body trembling and fidgeting.

While stroking with his left hand, he moved his right hand towards his scrotum, which were already swelling balls due to his arousal. He slightly squeezed them in his right hand palm. "mmm" a low moan escaped his throat.

He continued squeezing his balls while rubbing the head and stroking faster. He moved is cock to a slightly upward and tilted his head down and looked at his manhood. The tip head was oozing white semi transparent liquid.

He was close.

He started rubbing and stroking faster. His left hand took support of the wall while his right hand was caught up in pleasuring himself. His index finger moved in circular motion on the tip, heightening his senses.

"Nandaniii...!" ... And with that he ejaculated. His fresh cum was dripping down from the walls of the rest room. He tilted his head backwards, still panting.

" What have you done to me..? I feel like a pedophile imagining a 16 year old child all these years. How do you look like now Nandani..? You must have been so grown up now. Must have blossomed into a beautiful woman. I am sure any man would die to have you once. But I am not that man. I could never be that man. Even if, you are the only thing i want. Even if you are my end and my beginning. Why did you do it..? My hatred for you has superseded any other emotion ever possessed by me. You are the reason of all my sorrows and it will end with the death of either one of us."

His Nandani Euphoria broke with the sound Gurudwara clock striking 12 AM.

It is the day. It is the 14th of August, 1947.

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He now needs to do the most important thing, before the night ends. Pulling his pants up he buttoned it and opened the door of rest room. He paced towards the garden area where he had left Shabnam earlier that night.

She was sitting on the floor, fully dressed ; waiting for him.

He went past her, walking towards the chair where he had kept his belongings. He took the sea shell locket and planted a small peck on the shiny white object before putting it back.

He flexed his 'Kar Amir' black shawl on his shoulder before wrapping it on.

While gathering his stuffs, he noticed something odd. His Webley Revolver was missing.

"Isse dhundh rahe ho Khan..?" Shabnam said, pointing the revolver towards him.
(Are you searching this ?)

Murtasim turned around and looked at her in confusion.

Before, he could utter a single, she pulled the trigger aiming at him.

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