Author POV

Night had settled over the village, casting long shadows across the small, worn-down house where Ranvijay lived with his parents, Ramesh and Sulekha.

The scent of freshly cooked dal filled the air as the family gathered around their wooden dining table, the dim lantern light flickering against the cracked walls.

Ranvijay took a bite of his food before glancing at his parents. “I met someone today,” he said casually. “A girl. Her name is Ashita.”

Sulekha’s hand froze mid-air, the roti she was tearing apart forgotten. Ramesh’s face darkened as he slowly turned toward his son. “Ashita? As in Vikram Rajput’s daughter?”

Ranvijay nodded, not understanding the sudden tension in the room. “Yes. She’s nice. She made me play with her.”

A sharp, fearful look passed between his parents. Sulekha grabbed her son’s arm, her grip firm. “You will not go near that girl again, Guddu.”

He frowned. “Why? She’s just a girl.”

“Are you mad?” Sulekha hissed. “Stay away from her, do you hear me? Stay away.”

Ranvijay stared, confused. “But she was nice. We just played—”

“They are not like us!”  Ramesh’s voice was low but urgent. “You don’t understand. Her family… they are dangerous people. They ruin lives without a second thought. Stay away from her.”

Ranvijay had never seen such fear in his father’s eyes before. He hesitated before nodding. “…Okay.”

Sulekha sighed, stroking his hair. “Good boy.”

With that, they finished their meal in tense silence. That night, as Ranvijay lay on his thin mattress, his father’s words echoed in his mind.

Dangerous people.

Ruin lives.

But Ashita hadn’t seemed dangerous at all. She was just a girl who wanted to play.

Vikram leaned back in the chair, his legs spread wide, his cock already hard and aching for attention.

Rajni kneeled before him, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for his length. Her lips parted; her breath warm against his throbbing flesh as she took him into her mouth.

Fuck, it felt good.

Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing him, and he hissed, his fingers immediately tangling in her dark hair, pulling her closer.

“Suck it, Rajni,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “Take it all, you know you fucking want to.”

Her mouth tightened around him, her lips sliding down his shaft, her tongue curling around the underside of his cock. Vikram groaned, his hips bucking slightly, pushing himself deeper into her throat.

She gagged, her throat tightening around him, but he didn’t care. He yanked her hair, forcing her to take more, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Fuck, it was so good. Her eyes watered, but he didn’t stop.

Then his phone rang. Vikram let out a frustrated groan, but he didn’t pull Rajni off. Instead, he leaned over, grabbing the phone, his cock still buried in her mouth. “Yeah?” he answered, his voice rough.

“Vikram,” a woman’s voice purred on the other end.

Rima.

His second wife.

“How are you? Since you’ve gone to the village, you haven’t called me.”

Vikram grunted, his fingers tightening in Rajni’s hair as he started moving her head, fucking her mouth slowly. “I’ve been busy in the fields,” he said, his voice steady despite the pleasure coursing through him.

Rajni tried to pull away, but he yanked her back, shoving his cock deeper into her throat. She gagged, her hands gripping his thighs, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t done with her yet.

“Okay,” Rima said, her voice soft. “I’ve missed you so much. Can we at least talk now?”

Vikram smirked, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at Rajni, her face flushed, tears streaming down her cheeks. He could see the jealousy in her eyes, and it only made him harder.

He thrusting deeper into Rajni’s mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat as he spoke. “I missed you too, Rima,” he said, his voice rough with desire.

“Especially your wet pussy. I want to fuck you hard.” His hips moved rhythmically, fucking Rajni’s mouth with a brutal pace, her gagging sounds muffled by his length.

“I missed your cock too, Vikram,” Rima purred on the other end, her voice dripping with longing. “Please come back soon.”

Vikram growled, his fingers tightening in Rajni’s hair as he forced her to take more of him. “Yeah, I’ll be back soon,” he said, his voice strained. “By the way, how’s my champ, Mihir?”

“He’s good,” Rima replied. “He’s just waiting for his father.”

Vikram’s smirk widened, and he started moving Rajni’s head faster, fucking her mouth harder. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls tightening.

“Okay, tell him I’ll come soon,” he said, his breath harsher now. “For now, I’m a little busy, sweetheart. I’ll call you soon.”

He hung up the phone, tossing it aside, his attention fully on Rajni now. He grabbed her face with both hands, his fingers digging into her cheeks as he fucked her mouth relentlessly.

She choked, her throat spasming around him, but he didn’t stop. His thrusts became harder, faster, his cock slamming into her throat over and over again. Tears streamed down her face.

“You fucking jealous, Rajni?” he snarled, his voice dripping with contempt. “You think you have any right to be jealous of Rima?”

She didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, her mouth too full of his cock.

He could see the fire in her eyes, the fierce anger, and it only made him more aggressive. He slammed into her one last time, his balls tightening as he came, his cock pulsing, shooting his cum deep into her throat. She gagged, trying to swallow, but he didn’t let up, forcing her to take every last drop.

When he was finally spent, he pulled out, his cock still twitching, and looked down at her, her face a mess of tears and cum.

He grabbed her hair, pulling her up to face him. “If you had given me a son before, maybe I wouldn’t have married Rima,” he spat, his voice filled with venom. “It’s your fucking fault, Rajni.”

She didn’t say anything, her eyes downcast. He grabbed her by the hair again, forcing her back down onto his cock, which was already starting to harden again. “Now pay the price for your fucking sins,” he growled, thrusting into her mouth once more.

Rajni gagged, her hands scrambling to steady herself as he started fucking her mouth again, his pace relentless.