𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐅𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃

CHAPTER ➊➏ • Sardar Slut Khan • Part : 1

* An immediate reaction*

" Tum sahi keh rahi ho... I should eat properly. " Saying this he threw away the ceramic spoon. The next thing he did made Nandani gasp for air. Murtasim dug his index finger into the bowl.
( You are right. )

He rubbed the edge of the earthen pot bowl with his middle finger ; occasionally pushing through the Malai Rabri. Nandani clenched her chair trying to not lose her cool. He was clearly insane for doing this in broad daylight.

He then slowly stroked the upper layer of hardened dry fruits of Malai Rabri, using his middle finger he slightly pressed the centre- not going fully inside it. " So soft..." He whispered, making sure she heard him. Nandani struggled for air, her cheeks burned. As she looked at the shameless act performed by him.

Using both fingers, he picked up the crushed almond pinching the uper layer of rabri... "Must be hurting" he said looking at her as he took the crushed almond into his mouth. Nandani gulped. The memories of the painting night resurfaced. He had pinched her there and it had hurt her, she had moaned...rather screamed his name. Their first encounter was a memory that she had tried burying, but it came back, like a scroned lover of past.

He further moved his middle finger into the centre of the earthen bowl pot, digging inside the layers. Like a partner of orgasmic mediation, he didn't lose the eye contact. He played around the edges and corners of the bowl. By then the dessert looked anything but the Malai Rabri served to him. " So wet..." He whispered again as he licked his fingers. Cleaning the white residue off his long fingers.

" What do you think, you are doing." Nandani asked calmly.

" I am having my dessert... Peacefully" He replied with his usual crochetiness. He was clearly enjoying his effect on her.

* Burn Nandani... Burn for me.*

Then he did the most unthinkable act of indecorous that Nandani would had ever witnessed in her whole life time. He picked the bowl and started licking the white rabri spilled around the edges of the earthen article. Pecking it occasionally, he bent his head down, as his tongue held on the front end of the bowl and he continued his slow torturous licks and pecks. His pace was agonizingly slow. "Ummm... So yummy." He said again. Nandani had turned pale. Her blood had rushed down. Death she wished to die there. She clenched her thighs together, controlling the pool of wetness that had started building in her.

* See what you have missed all these years..*

He further went on making an 'O' shape and sucked on the edges occasionally diving into the white rabri. He ate it well, eyeing at her. Not leaving any residue. Finally he finished eating his favourite dessert. He loved the look at her face. Heavy uneven breathing, crimson cheeks, trembling lips.. teary eyes. Clearly they both remembered the same night. That was one hot nights of their lives.

" Isn't there anyone else, you can torture.." she uttered.

" There are many, but i choose you meri Begum.." he replied licking his fingers clean.

" Such a... Such a dirty dog." Nandani commented catching her breath.

Sardar Khan scoffed, " There was a time when you loved getting licked and cleaned by this dirty dog." He replied licking his own lips.

Nandani's mouth hung open at his audacity. He had clearly taken up the challenge of being the sluttiest of all. She cursed her own mouth for being the flag bearer of all her embarrassments. She wanted this torture to end. And to her relief, Khansama came running towards them.

" Maafi Sardar.. humse galti ho gayi. Naye ladke ko pata nahi tha.. cheeni ki jagah namak daal dia tha Malai Rabri mein." Khansama kneeled down folding his hands.
( We are extremely sorry Sardar. The new boy was unaware and had put salt instead of sugar)