Introduction:

Riya is recently married and living at her sasural. Her husband barely touches her, always busy with business trips. But his younger brother, Aarav, watches her. The way she bends, the way her saree clings to her… drives him mad. One rainy night, with the whole family asleep—something forbidden happens.

Scene Starts – Midnight, Sasural, Guest Room

Riya tiptoed into the dark kitchen for water, her sheer night saree clinging to her curves from the humidity. She didn’t see him behind her.

Aarav.

“Bahut pyasi lag rahi ho bhabhi… paani chahiye ya kuch aur?” he whispered in her ear.

She gasped, heart racing. “Tum pagal ho gaye ho kya?”

“Haan. Tumhein dekh kar hi.”

Before she could respond, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the guest room beside the kitchen. Locked the door.

“Aarav… yeh galat hai… sab so rahe hain…”

“Tabhi toh mazaa hai bhabhi… chupke chupke.”

He pinned her against the wall, lips crashing onto hers. She moaned softly, his tongue invading, his hands slipping beneath her pallu, cupping her breasts through her blouse.

She whimpered. “Aahh… chhodo mujhe…”

“Bhabhi keh rahi ho, par yeh badan kuch aur bol raha hai…” he said, pressing her against his hardness.

He lifted her onto the table, pulling her saree up to her waist. Her lace panty was soaked.

“Bhabhi, kitni gandi ho tum… sasural mein hi… itni bheegi hui ho.”

He ripped the fabric aside, licked her slowly, drawing a moan from her lips.

“Chup raho… sab jaag jaayenge…”

“Toh chup raho na… warna sabko bol do main kaise chaat raha hoon tumhe.”

His tongue worked magic—fast, precise, making her tremble.

She grabbed his hair. “Bas… ab andar lo mujhe…”

He stood, dropped his pajama, and pushed into her—hard and fast.

“Yahi chahiye na bhabhi? Sasural mein chudai?”

She bit her lip, trying not to scream as he fucked her senseless—one hand over her mouth, the other gripping her waist.

The table creaked dangerously.

“Mera naam lo… bol kiska lund andar hai?”

“Aarav… sirf tumhara…”

He turned her around, bent her over the table, and pounded harder, skin slapping, her moans muffled into her dupatta.

They came together in silence, shaking, breathless, dripping with sin.

He kissed her neck. “Kal subah mandir jaake paap dho lena bhabhi… aaj toh tum sirf meri thi.”

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Author Mrinal 🌸 🎀 ✨️