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Dhimahi’s POV
We finally reached home. The house was quiet, peaceful almost, but my mind was anything but.
Medha’s words kept echoing in my head.
is Dhanay working as a delivery man?
No.
It was impossible. Even if Trayambak had fired him, my brother has enough talent, enough pride to secure a decent job.
I couldn’t just trust Medha blindly. She has to be wrong.
But a small, cruel voice inside me whispered: What if she’s not?
I hated myself for even entertaining the thought.
We changed into something comfortable and climbed into bed. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
I tried to push my worries aside.
Tried to lose myself in the feeling of Trayambak’s arms around me.
He turned to me, grabbing my face in his large, calloused hand, and kissed me fiercely — a kiss so deep, so consuming it stole the breath from my lungs. He kneaded my breasts, his intentions clear. He wants to have sex.
God, this man was insatiable.
I sometimes wonder how he had survived without me all these years.
Our lips crashed together again, need pulsing between us.
He is in the mood.
But honestly... I am not. I am still sore. My body is still aching from the last time . He doesn’t make love like a man, he fucks me like a beast. Rough, wild, leaving bruises inside and out.
Tonight, I gently pushed against his chest, stopping him.
He didn’t argue.
Instead, he pulled me into a tight cuddle, letting me rest against his arm while I wrapped my arms and legs around him, clinging for comfort more than desire.
Lulled by the safety of his warmth, I whispered impulsively,
"Trayambak, aapko pata hai aaj Medha ne kya kaha mujhe?" ["Trayambak, do you know what Medha told me today?"]
He raised one eyebrow lazily, showing his interest.
"Kya kaha?" ["What did she say?"]
I hesitated, then said it,
"Yahi ki Dhanay Bangalore mein delivery man ka kaam karta hai." ["That Dhanay is working as a delivery man in Bangalore."]
The change in him was instant-terrifying.
His jaw locked. His nostrils flared. His eyes squeezed shut in fury.
He clicked his tongue sharply, the sound like a whip cracking in the quiet room.
"Tumhe mera acha khaasa mood bigadne mein maza aata hai kya?" ["Do you enjoy ruining my perfectly good mood?"] he spat.
I cupped his face, trying to calm him.
"Maine aisa kya kaha ki aapka mood bigad gaya?" ["What did I say that ruined your mood?"]
He slapped my hand away, disgusted.
"Why can't you, for once, forget about your damn brother? It's always Dhanay this, Dhanay that!" he barked.
Tears stung my eyes, but I didn’t back down.
"Trayambak, he is my brother. Of course, I'll be concerned. Of course, I'll talk about him! Why do you get so angry whenever it's about Dhanay?"
His chest heaved. His fists clenched.
He shot up from the bed, pacing the floor like a trapped animal, running his hands roughly through his hair.
I scrambled to my knees on the bed, desperate, reaching out.
"Aapko problem kya hai usse? Aapne bina koi thos saboot ke usko nikaal diya, mai agar usse baat karu yaa uske baare mein baat karu to aap maarne pe aa jate hai, kya dikkat hai aapko usse?" ["What problem do you have with him? You fired him without any solid proof. If I talk to him or about him, you get violent. Why?"]
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