Chapter three
Madhu felt him slowly undo her dori. She gulped uncomfortably.
“Please” she muttered softly while he slowly pulled her scarf away.
“Shhh” he whispered kissing the fragile skin behind her ear. He slowly pushed of her sleeves and watched as her suit fell into a pool around her waist. She blushed all the way to her stomach. He touched her slowly, seductively. All previos hesitation for sitting on his lap removed as he pressed a his lips to her pretty pink mouth.
Her eyes closed and she helplessely held onto his shirt. He awoke carring her to their bedroom. He put her down slowly kissing every inch of her exposed skin. Her gentle moans were like music to his ears. He unbuttoned his shirt quickly followed by his pants and shoes. The feeling of her naked against him never changed.
He kissed her again and again, until her lips became swollen.
The soft dew of her entrence welcomed his hardness. He pushed in and claimed her as his own yet again.
He drove his need, feeling her like a liquid hot velevet glove milking him.
He drove right into her touching her deepest parts and then drove out right to her enterence but never leaving her.
“Who do you belong to?” He asked her as she stared up at helplessly he stilled knowing that she was a push away from being driven to the height of pleasure.
“You” She said helplessly while he shook his head.
“Say my name” He said evenly watching as she looked away embarrased.
“I belong to you RK and only you” She said and with that they both cried out. He collapsed on top of her.
Asleep in an instant.
Madhu could not push his heavy body of her. She was completely covered by him.
She began to cry, her body always betrayed her with him. She found it ironic that she once had yearned to be with him. After a while in his sleep he shifted, but only to hold her against him. She slowly began to fall asleep.
RK showered quickly, the next day noticing very quickly Madhu was in the kitchen.
“Good morning Biwi” he said kissing her swollen bee stung mouth, she ignored him and continued rolling out some roti’s.
“You should say goodmorning back to your husband, its only good manners” He mused sitting on a kitchen stool idly watching her as she cooked.
“The word good doesn’t sound nice from your mouth” She muttered without looking up. The colour yellow, was beautiful on her. Rishab walked around and pulled her against him.
“Taunting your husband is another bad habit” He said reaching out and pushing a piece of her hair away from her face.
“Why don’t you get rid of me, if I have so many faults” Madhu angrily proposed.
“Two things I would never give up, Alcohol, and Madhubala Rishab kundra” He announced proudly watching the irritation play on her face.
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Rishab came home later after shooting and watched Madhu who sat infront of the tv with a small smile on her face.
“To be awarded with a glimpse of my biwi’s dimple” He said sitting down next to her, while she ignored him.
“Rishab Kundra, 28 year old superstar of bollywood, keeps his wife hidden”
It was some kind of bollywood nonsence sensation show.
“I think he would be very possessive, of her” another person commented.
“I knew Rishab in school when we dated, he was never possessive” Another said.
“He’s wife must be a real beauty” A male commented. RK felt irked he grabbed his phone and dialed bittuji, up.
“Bittuji i want you to sue colours tv”
***
“What’s wrong pati dev?” Madhu said gingerly slipping herself onto his knee.
He sipped his whiskey wholey. And looked at her. She was his, only his.
He smiked as he noticed signes of his love making marked on her skin. Pulling her close, he knew she was trying her best to annoy him so he would leave her.
“Nothing, a little time with my sweet biwi can’t fix”that night he took her over and over again, until all she could not walk straight.
It was these little things that would keep her from leaving for now.
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