She changed her clothes immediately into a simple saree and moved towards the bed, folding and keeping the saree aside on the chair.
She laid down on the bed slowly. It was cold outside, and she was feeling cold too.
Feeling her beside him, he turned back towards her.
His heart fluttered.
He sat up slowly and unfolded the blanket that was placed on the edge of the bed.
He covered his body upto his chest and laid down.
She gulped.
Is he not going to share the blanket?
The thought was arising in her mind, and within a second, she felt herself pulled towards her husband.
He pulled her, by her hands.
She landed over his chest and he wrapped his hand around her, holding her hand with another one.
Her breathing was heavy, her breasts against his side of chest.
"Comfortable?", he asked and she hesitantly nodded her head.
After a long pause between them, he spoke,
"Hum jaante hai tum sharmili ho bohot. Kuch baat kehna chahte hai tumse, tumhare pati hone ke naate."
She nodded her head hearing him, but also, clenched her fingers lightly upon the hem of his kurta.
He smiled slightly, seeing her gesture.
"Humari maa beemar hai, janti ho na?".
She had heard about his mother.
"Ji," she replied in a low voice.
He cupped her cheek, lightly and spoke in a low soft voice,
"Bohot Kam umra me babuji ko kho Diya humne, maa ko bhi khone Wale hai kuch mehno me, aur itne bebas hai hum ki kuch kar bhi nahi sakte."
She gulped. How must he be feeling? That upset her. She felt his pain after hearing his words.
He continued,
"Hum chahte hai," he gulped, "jitne bhi din humari maa humare saath hai, tum unki seva karo, khush rakho unko, unka kehna maano. Maanogi na tum hunari baat?".
He looked into her eyes while speaking the last sentence.
She didn't knew how, but she gained some courage and she feathered her fingers upon his bearded cheek while muttering,
"Aapki har baat maanenge hum.. Kuch bhi Aisa nahi karenge jisse aapko ya maa ji ko taklif ho."
He held her wrist and made her cup his cheek with her palm. He remained still, feeling the warmth of her touch and closing his eyes.
She knew what he must be feeling.
"Can.. I .. ask you something.. ji?"
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Sarpanch's Biwi • 18+
Romance1950s. ***Story contains mature scenes and Hindi phrases in initial chapters which are not translated in english*** Abhigyan Singh, a Sarpanch of the village named 'Tarapur'. The position was passed to him by his father at the age of 20, when his fa...
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