"Bhabhi," Ziya nervously looked at Madiha was packing her clothes for the impromptu honeymoon Zafar was taking her to.
Madiha hummed without looking at her sister-in-law, distracted by the work at hand.
"I want to study design." Ziya said.
"I know." Madiha threw a glance at her, "Zafar has been looking for the best design colleges in America for you."
"I want to study in Mumbai." Ziya added.
That made Madiha halt. "Mumbai? Why?"
"Because I don't want to go to America." She made a sad face. "I don't want to live so far from my family. Going to Mumbai will give me a sense of independence, living on my own; and it is also close enough that I can visit home whenever I want."
Her reason made sense to Madiha. "So what is there to be nervous about? Just tell Zafar that you want to go to Mumbai."
"Bhai won't agree." Ziya pouted, "And even if he does, he will send twenty armed guards to follow me all the time."
"What? Why?"
"Because he never compromises with the safety of us." Ziya told her.
"But we don't have security here." Madiha pointed out.
That made Ziya smile. "We do."
"But I have never seen.." Madiha was confused.
"Their job is to guard us without us knowing. The day you got married to bhai, a team of guards had been appointed just for you."
Madiha felt a little weirded out by the information, but nodded nonetheless. She understood that she was the wife of one of the most important men of the country, and her safety could not be compromised.
"Anyway, what I am trying to ask is..will you talk to bhai about letting me go to Mumbai without any security?" Ziya bit her lips nervously.
Madiha's eyes widened. "Why me?"
"Because he listens to you. If anyone can convince him, it is you."
"That is not true." Madiha shook her head.
"Oh please," Ziya rolled her eyes. "You have him wrapped around your tiny finger.
A little blush appeared on Madiha's face. "Really?"
"You should have seen him when you were at your parents'. He knew you were not here, but still it was like he was searching for you everywhere." Ziya teasingly smiled, "No wonder he brought you back so soon."
"So," Ziya continued, "will you talk to him for me?"
Madiha wasn't sure if she would be able to convince him, but the hope in Ziya's eyes made her say, "Yes."
That night, after Zafar returned from the office, the entire family had dinner together. When Madiha started walking towards the room, Ziya gave her another very hopeful look.
Madiha really didn't want to disappoint her, so with utmost dedication, she entered her room. Zafar was already changed into a plain black kurta pajama, reading some business book.
She contemplated between talking to him first and changing into her night clothes. She chose to do that latter first. She picked out one of her sluttiest nightgowns. If she had to use sex to convince him, so be it.
She walked to the couch where he was sitting. Snatching the book away from him, she settled herself between his legs with her back facing him. She raised her hand and swiped all her hair on her left shoulder, making her shoulder and back exposed to him. Zafar took a sharp intake at the sight, before resting his face on her milky skin.
"Zafar?" She started.
"Hmm," His nose was lightly rubbing her shoulder.
"Why are we sending Ziya to America?" She asked. "I mean what is wrong with her continuing her studies in India?"
He stopped his notorious actions and looked at her.
"I mean, America is so far away." She added.
"She wants to do design. I am just providing her with the best college." He reasoned, "And everyone in our family gets their degree from foreign. Dada saheb did, Baba did, I did, Zahid did."
Madiha turned her body towards him. "And what if Ziya doesn't want to?"
"Why wouldn't she want to?"
"Because she said so." Madiha deepened. "She wants to study in Mumbai."
"Mumbai?" He was shocked.
"Yes, she wants to be close to us."
Zafar went silent.
"I understand that you want the best for her. But we also have to consider her choices."
He took a couple of minutes before nodding. "I guess Mumbai would have to do then. I need to look for the best college there, and a team of at least 15 guards for her safety."
"No." She said, "She doesn't want any security with her. She wants to go there like a normal person."
"What?" He growled and stood up on his feet. "Has she lost it? How could she even think I will let her in a new city without any protection?"
"Zafar! You're overreacting. Doesn't she deserve to enjoy her college life normally?"
"I don't care what you say. She either goes to Mumbai with the security of my liking, or she doesn't."
"Stop being a prick." She snapped.
He narrowed his eyes at her, and a shiver went down her spine. But she did not show the effect on her face.
"Did you just call me a prick?" He dangerously asked.
She maintained eye contact. "Yes, because you're behaving like one. She is your sister but you don't own her. So stop making decisions for her."
"Am I not allowed to worry about her?" He lowered his head, coming closer to her.
"You ar-are." Her eyes fell on his lips. And she shivered a little more. "But you can't keep her bottled up. She doesn't deserve to be punished for being your sister."
"Is that so?" His hot breath fell on her mouth.
"Yes." Her voice was slowly losing its steadiness at the proximity.
"Fine." He brushed their lips. "But I will be buying an apartment for her. She is not staying at any hostel or PG. And she will have a car with a driver. And a full-time housekeeper."
Despite the insane urge to just give in and kiss him, she took a second to process his conditions. And all of them felt rational to her, so she agreed.
"Okay." She whispered.
"Okay then." He joined their lips and kissed the hell out of her.
Before she could catch her breath, she was picked up by him like a sack of potatoes. A sharp slap landed on her ass. She yelped.
"That was for calling me a prick." He said before spanking her again.
She was thrown on the bed after that. "Wait wait, I did not lock the door." She said before he could climb up the bed himself.
He frustratedly sighed and went to lock the door.
Meanwhile, Madiha's phone on the nightstand pinged with an incoming text. It was from Ziya. The message read, 'Did he agree?'
She couldn't reply to her because Zafar came back and their clothes were flying in all directions within a few seconds.
It was almost an hour later when Madiha picked up her phone while catching her breath. She replied Ziya with a YES and a red heart, while Zafar's cum slid down her thighs.
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