"How dare you to think about divorce. Now this professor husband of yours is going to fuck you too tell you that you belong to me"
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His tounge is already inside me when he slide his 2 fingers together making me scream harder in pain filled with pleasure
"Ahhh .."
"Enjoying! Now also you want divorce lil girl"
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Siya descended the stairs, her husband’s reassuring grip on her shoulder guiding her carefully. As she stepped into the hall, her eyes scanned the room filled with family, their teasing gazes meeting hers.
"Sab kya soch rahe honge" siya said, her voice laced with a hint of embarrassment as her cheeks flushed.
“Nothing, darling. They’re all adults; they understand,” Raghuveer replied with a gentle smile.
In response, she playfully pinched his waist, a mix of affection and mild irritation, grateful for his presence but still feeling the weight of their scrutiny.
Siya walked toward her grandfather-in-law, bending down to touch his feet, but he gently stopped her.
“Aree, Siya, rahne do, sit,” Anand said, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Siya managed an awkward smile before turning to her father-in-law and uncle, but they also waved her off.
“Bhabhi, aise toh aap hume jaldi utha deti hain, aur aaj aap sidha shaam ke 6 baje aa rahi hain!” Rishi teased, grinning widely.
Siya shot him a glare, silencing him instantly, her expression a mix of exasperation and amusement.
Siya shot a glare at Raghuveer, who sat across from her with a casual smirk on his face. It was all his fault that she struggled to walk properly, yet he seemed completely unfazed.
"Dada ji," Siya said, her tone earnest.
"Mujhe naa, mere ghar jana hai," she added with a small pout, glancing back at Raghuveer, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
Raghuveer’s eyes widened in surprise, and before he could respond, everyone chimed in together.
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