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Ishani lingered under the spray of the shower, water streaming down her flushed skin.

Eyes tightly shut, she pressed her forehead against the cool tiles, a broken whisper slipping from her lips.

"Oh God... I took Rahul's cock in my mouth. What the hell have I done?" Shame burned through her chest like fire. "Have I lost my mind? I was never this bold with Abhay... never. How am I supposed to face him now? How do I look into his eyes after sucking him like that?"

She stepped out, heart racing, she dressed in a simple kurti and leggings, her hands still shaking.

When she walked back into the room, Rahul's dark eyes followed her every move from the bed, intense and hungry.

Ishani's breath hitched, but she busied herself waking Ishaan, preparing breakfast, and feeding him with gentle, loving hands.

"Today you're going with Deepak uncle to school, baby," she said softly, kissing the boy's forehead.

Ishaan nodded happily.

Once he was gone, the house fell quiet. Ishani returned to the bedroom, voice low.

"Rahul... get up. Let me clean you properly."Rahul sat up slowly.

She brought warm water and a soft cloth, then began peeling his clothes away with trembling fingers, exposing his bare skin.

The sight of his body made her throat dry. "Why are you hiding your eyes now?" Rahul's voice was rough, teasing. "You didn't hesitate before taking me so deep in your mouth."

Ishani's cheeks flamed crimson. "Shut up," she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction.

"I won't shut up," he growled softly. "You know exactly what you did to me."

She stayed silent, focusing on wiping his chest, his arms, his thighs with slow, careful strokes.

The air between them grew thick, charged.

Suddenly, Rahul's strong hands grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling him.

Before she could gasp, his mouth crashed onto hers raw, demanding, dominant.

His tongue pushed past her lips, claiming her with fierce hunger. The wet cloth fell from her fingers onto the floor.

Ishani moaned softly into his mouth, her hands instinctively gripping his bare shoulders.

Heat pooled low in her belly. She kissed him back, desperate and needy, then gently pushed him down onto the mattress, hovering over him.

"Your injury..." she breathed, eyes full of worry as she glanced at his bandaged side. "Did I hurt you?"

Rahul's eyes were dark with lust. "No," he rasped. "Don't stop."

Reassured, Ishani leaned down and kissed him again, deeper this time, her hair falling around them like a curtain.

Her lips trailed lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses across his chest, tasting his skin, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her mouth.

Her body pressed against his, only thin fabric separating them, the intimacy raw and overwhelming.

The door suddenly burst open."Aaah!" Deepak's shocked voice cracked through the room like thunder.

Both of them froze. Ishani jerked upright, scrambling off Rahul in panic, her lips swollen and face burning with humiliation.

Rahul's expression twisted into pure anger as he glared at the intruder.

Deepak stood there for a split second, eyes wide with disbelief, before turning sharply and storming out, slamming the door behind him saying "I'm really sorry sorry."

The front door slammed shut with a heavy thud that reverberated through the quiet house.

Ishani and Rahul both tensed for a second, then let out a shared breath of relief. The immediate danger had passed.

"He's gone," Ishani whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Her cheeks were still burning, her body humming with leftover heat from what had almost happened.

She quickly bent down, her hands trembling slightly as she picked up the bowl of warm water and the damp cloth.

Clutching them to her chest, she gave Rahul one last lingering look a mix of embarrassment, desire, and concern before slipping out of the room without another word.

Left alone, Rahul's jaw clenched hard. Raw anger surged through him like fire in his veins.

"Fucking bastard," he muttered darkly. "That kutte kamina... coming into my own house like he owns it. I'll never set foot in that asshole's place again."

He grabbed his phone, thumbs flying furiously across the screen as he unleashed a string of curses and threats at Deepak.

Deepak's reply came within seconds.

Deepak: "I'm really sorry Bhai yrr... mai tera haal chal puchne aaya tha. I'm really sorry."

Rahul's eyes narrowed with disgust. He typed back coldly.

Rahul: "Aaj ke baad mujhe apni shakal mat dikhana."

Deepak's next message dripped with mockery.

Deepak: "Waise tujhe hover karna chahiye tha Ishani bhabhi ko... par tu to shy rehta hoga na? Ruk, mai tujhe porn bhejta hun"

Rahul read it once, his stomach twisting with pure rage and revulsion.

Without a second thought, he blocked Deepak's number and threw the phone aside.

A few minutes later, Ishani returned to the bedroom. She had composed herself, but the faint flush on her neck and the way her eyes still avoided his told him everything.

The air between them felt thick, charged with unfinished hunger.

"Change your underwear first," she said softly, her voice carrying a gentle intimacy. "Then I'll help you put on fresh clothes."

Rahul looked at her for a long moment, the anger in his chest slowly melting under the warmth of her presence.

He gave a small nod, his voice low and rough. "Hmm."

Rahul slipped on a fresh pair of underwear, the fabric brushing against his skin as he moved carefully around his injury.

Moments later, Ishani stepped back into the room, her eyes soft but still carrying that lingering flush of intimacy.

Without a word, she helped him into his clothes her fingers grazing his bare chest, his arms, his thighs as she dressed him with gentle, almost reverent care.

Every touch felt charged, intimate, like a continuation of what had been interrupted earlier.

Rahul watched her closely, his voice low and husky. "Ishani... tum thik ho?"

She paused, biting her lower lip before nodding. "Hmm."

He wasn't satisfied with just that.

Rahul shifted closer to her, reaching out to gently lift her chin with his fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze.

His thumb brushed softly over her jaw, the touch possessive yet tender.

"There's no need to feel embarrassed," he murmured, his eyes dark and intense. "We're husband and wife, Ishani. These things... they happen between us. They should happen."

A shy smile curved Ishani's lips, even as her cheeks burned hotter. She let out a soft, breathless laugh. "Since when did you become so understanding, huh?"

Rahul's mouth twitched into a smirk, his voice rough with affection. "I've always been understanding. You just never noticed."

Ishani laughed lightly, the sound warm and melodic, easing some of the tension in the air. She finished helping him into his shirt, her hands smoothing over his shoulders, lingering a little longer than necessary.

"Okay, sit properly. I'll bring breakfast for you."She returned shortly with a plate of warm sandwiches and tea.

The scent filled the room, but it was the way she looked at him that made Rahul's chest tighten caring, protective, full of quiet love.

"Aren't you going to college today?" he asked, watching her.

Ishani shook her head, sitting beside him on the bed. "No. I've taken leave. Who's going to take care of you if I'm not here?"

Rahul's expression softened, a genuine smile breaking across his face.

The raw emotion in his eyes was unmistakable. "It feels good... knowing you're taking care of me like this."

"Ohh," Ishani teased gently, though her voice carried a sweet warmth. "Now stop talking and eat."

She picked up a piece of sandwich and brought it to his lips. Rahul took a bite, his eyes locked on hers the entire time.

Ishani continued feeding him slowly, her fingers occasionally brushing against his lips, the simple act of feeling incredibly intimate.

The silence between them was comfortable, heavy with unspoken desire and deepening affection.

Every time she fed him, her body leaned closer, her scent wrapping around him, pulling them both deeper into this quiet, charged moment of closeness.

Ishani carried the empty plate back to the kitchen, her steps light but her mind still swirling with the intimate tension that refused to fade.

She returned with Rahul's medicines, handing them to him with a glass of water.

He swallowed the pills obediently, his eyes never leaving her face. Once he was done, she gently pushed him back against the pillows, helping him lie down.

Rahul caught her wrist before she could pull away. His voice came out low, husky, and needy. "Ishani... please come here. Come closer."

She tilted her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Why? What do you want now?"

"Just here. Next to me," he murmured, patting the space beside him on the bed.

Ishani hesitated for a moment, then climbed onto the bed and settled beside him, her body turned toward his.

The mattress dipped under her weight, bringing her warmth closer.

"What happened?" she asked softly, searching his face.

Rahul's eyes grew heavier, his voice dropping even lower, laced with raw desire. "I'm feeling sleepy... but I need something."

"It's the effect of the medicine. Just rest," she whispered, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead with tender fingers.

He stared at her chest for a moment, then looked up into her eyes with unfiltered hunger. "I want your boobs, Ishani. Let me suck on them while I sleep."

Ishani's eyes widened. She gave him a stern look, though a rush of heat flooded her body at his bold words. "What are you, a little baby? Sleeping only after sucking on boobs like this?"

Rahul's expression turned pleading, his hand sliding to her waist, fingers pressing into her soft flesh. "Please, na... just for a little while."

"No," she said firmly, though her voice softened with a mix of amusement and embarrassment. "This is becoming a dirty habit. What if Ishaan sees us like this one day? What will he think or say about his parents?"

Rahul fell silent. His jaw tightened, and he turned his face away, sulking like a frustrated child. He shifted onto his back with an annoyed huff, lips pressed into a thin line, clearly upset by her refusal.

The playful need in his eyes was replaced by a sulky pout, as he stared at the ceiling.

Ishani watched Rahul sulking like a stubborn little boy, his face turned away and lips pressed into a pout. A soft, affectionate laugh escaped her.

She shook her head, warmth and amusement mixing with the lingering heat in her body.

"Rahul, look here," she said gently.

He refused, stubbornly staring at the wall. Ishani leaned closer and tried to turn his face toward her with her fingers, but he resisted, jaw tight.

"Rahul... what kind of childish stubbornness is this?" she asked, half-exasperated, half-tender.

He stayed silent, refusing to budge. Ishani let out a long sigh, her shoulders dropping in defeat.

After a moment of quiet tension, she finally whispered, "Okay... take it."

Rahul's eyes snapped to her instantly, a bright, triumphant smile spreading across his face.

The sulky boy vanished in a heartbeat, replaced by raw hunger.

Ishani maintained a stern expression, her cheeks flushed. "This is wrong, you know. I'm only doing this today. I won't allow it every day," she warned, her voice firm but soft.

"Okay," Rahul murmured quickly, though the mischievous glint in his eyes said otherwise.

Before she could say anything more, Rahul's hand eagerly tugged at the hem of her kurti, pulling it up with one swift motion.

Ishani's breath hitched as he reached behind her, unclasping her bra with surprising speed. He freed her full, soft breasts, his eyes darkening with pure desire at the sight.

Without wasting another second, Rahul pulled her closer and latched onto one nipple. He took it into his mouth and began sucking hungrily, eyes half-closed in bliss.

A sharp, involuntary moan slipped from Ishani's lips at the sudden wet heat.

The sensation shot straight through her body, making her back arch slightly.

Rahul's strong arm wrapped around her waist, gripping firmly as he dragged her even closer, pressing her entire body flush against his.

He sucked harder, deeper, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak The raw, needy sounds he made vibrated against her skin.

Ishani looked down at him, breathing heavily, her fingers instinctively threading through his hair.

Her voice came out breathy and slightly scolding, even as pleasure clouded her eyes. "You've become so spoiled, Rahul..."

But Rahul didn't listen. He only sucked harder, lost in the intimate comfort of her body, completely ignoring her words as he held her tightly against him, savoring every second like a man starved for her touch.

The room filled with the wet, intimate sounds of his mouth on her skin and Ishani's soft, suppressed moans,

Rahul eventually drifted off to sleep, his mouth still latched onto her breast, sucking gently even in his dreams.

Ishani watched him for a long moment, a strange mix of tenderness and frustration swirling in her chest.

She tried to shift away, wanting to get up, but his arm was locked around her waist like iron, heavy and unyielding.

His leg was draped possessively over hers, holding her tightly against his body.

She sighed deeply, stroking his hair once before closing her eyes. The warmth of his mouth, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the emotional exhaustion pulled her under. Soon, she too fell asleep in his embrace, their bodies tangled in raw, intimate closeness.

By afternoon, the front door opened. Ishaan had returned from school, dropped off by Deepak.

The little boy's face lit up with pure joy when he realized both his parents were home.

"Mumma! Papa!" he called out happily, running through the house in search of them.

He pushed open the door to their bedroom without hesitation.The sound startled both Ishani and Rahul awake.

Ishaan stood frozen at the doorway, staring wide-eyed at the scene his father's face pressed against his mother's bare chest, her kurti pushed up, her upper body completely exposed.

Ishani's heart slammed against her ribs. She gasped and quickly tried to cover herself.

"Rahul... move!" she whispered urgently, panic rising in her voice. "Ishaan's here!"

She turned to her son, forcing a smile even as embarrassment flooded her face. "Ishaan, baby... how did you come home so early?"

Ishaan blinked innocently. "Early? This is my usual time, Mumma."

Rahul's eyes snapped open fully. He released her nipple with a soft, wet sound and lifted his head, looking disoriented.

The moment he saw Ishaan standing there, a wave of embarrassment washed over him. His face flushed as he pulled back.

Ishani hurriedly pulled her bra and kurti down, smoothing the fabric with shaky hands.

She climbed off the bed, trying to compose herself, and reached for Ishaan's hand.

"Come, baby. You must be hungry. Let's get you something to eat," she said, her voice overly bright as she gently led him out of the room.

Ishaan nodded happily, oblivious to the tension, and followed his mother.

As they left, Rahul sat up slowly on the bed, running a hand over his face.

A deep flush of embarrassment lingered on his cheeks.

Being caught by his own son in such an intimate, vulnerable moment left him unsettled, the raw closeness he had shared with Ishani now tangled with a sharp pang of awkwardness.

Ishani helped Ishaan change out of his school uniform, her fingers gently pulling off his shirt and slipping on fresh clothes.

The little boy suddenly looked up at her with innocent curiosity."Mumma, Papa was drinking dudu from you, right?"

Ishani froze.

A sharp wave of nervousness shot through her body, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

She forced a soft, shaky laugh and tried to keep her voice steady."No, baby... we were just sleeping together. Like how you keep your face on my chest when you sleep. That's all."

Ishaan tilted his head, considering her words for a moment, then simply said, "Ohh."

Thankfully, he didn't ask anything more. Ishani exhaled in relief, her heart still racing.

She took his school bag and led him out of the room."Go do your homework, beta. I'll make something for you to eat," s

he said, ruffling his hair.

"Okay, Mumma," Ishaan replied. He pulled out his notebook and pencils, settling down at the table like a good boy.

Ishani moved to the kitchen and began preparing lunch, her mind still replaying the intimate moments with Rahul.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Deepak stepped inside.

Their eyes met, and Ishani immediately looked away, her face flushing with fresh embarrassment from the earlier incident.

Deepak approached her cautiously. "Bhabhi... I'm really sorry about this morning. I just walked in without thinking. I had no idea..."

"It's okay," Ishani murmured, not meeting his eyes, her voice quiet and awkward.

"Where's Rahul?" Deepak asked.

"In the bedroom," she replied.

"I'll go meet him," Deepak said.

Ishani simply nodded.

Deepak entered the bedroom and found Rahul staring blankly at the ceiling, his expression dark.

"Kya hua, bro?" Deepak asked lightly.

Rahul turned his head slowly, irritation flashing in his eyes. "Will I ever get even one minute of privacy in this house? Why does everyone just walk into my room?"

Deepak frowned. "What's wrong with you? I came to check on you, see how you're doing. Is your hand okay?"

"Get out," Rahul said coldly. "I don't want to talk to you."

Deepak stood there, confused. "Yaar, what happened? You won't even tell me?"

"I want privacy" Rahul snapped.

Deepak's face softened with realization. "Ohh... sorry about the morning. I swear, I won't come to your house like that ever again."

He turned to leave when Rahul's voice stopped him."Wait."

Deepak paused and looked back.

Rahul sat up slightly. "Come here."

As Deepak stepped closer, Rahul suddenly swung his uninjured hand and slapped him hard across the face.

Deepak's head jerked to the side. He touched his stinging cheek, shocked. "Why the hell did you slap me?"

Rahul's voice was low and rough. "Now I've forgiven you. Sit down and ask whatever you want to ask."

Deepak rubbed his face angrily, glaring at Rahul with a mix of fury and disbelief, but slowly sat down, tension crackling heavily in the room.

Deepak asked a few cautious questions, and Rahul answered them curtly, his tone still edged with irritation.

Finally, Deepak looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Take care of yourself. And from now on, keep the damn room door closed."

Deepak walked away from there, while Rahul kept glaring at him angrily.

Finally he slowly got up, wincing slightly at the pull in his injured side, and walked out into the living room.

There, he saw Ishaan sitting at the table, small head bent over his notebook, tongue poking out in concentration as he wrote.

A fresh wave of embarrassment washed over Rahul.

The memory of being caught with his mouth on Ishani's breast flashed in his mind, but he pushed it aside and walked over anyway.

"What are you writing, champ?" Rahul asked, keeping his voice warm and casual.

Ishaan looked up with bright eyes. "English homework, Papa."

"Ohh," Rahul murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips.

He sat right beside him, leaning in to look at the notebook. The simple closeness with Ishaan helped ease some of the tension in his chest.

Just then, Ishani walked in from the kitchen, carrying plates of hot food.

Her eyes softened when she saw father and son sitting together. The sight stirred something deep inside her a warm, protective love mixed.

"Come, both of you. Sit properly at the dining table," she said gently. "I'm bringing the food."

Rahul and Ishaan nodded almost in sync.

Rahul helped Ishaan gather his books, and they both moved to the dining table.

Ishani served them with quiet care, placing warm rotis, dal, and sabzi on their plates.

As she moved around the table, Rahul's gaze followed her, heavy with unspoken desire and affection.

Ishaan began eating, small fingers gripping his spoon with childish determination.

Without a word, Ishani tore a piece of warm roti, dipped it generously into the sabzi, and lifted it to his lips.

Rahul's eyes flicked toward Ishaan, who was watching them openly. A flush crept up Rahul's neck.

"Leave it, Ishani," he murmured, voice low. "I'll eat myself."

"How will you eat?" she replied softly, her gaze steady and full of quiet care. "Your hand is still injured."

"Ishaan is watching," Rahul whispered, almost pleading.

Ishani turned her head. Ishaan's innocent eyes were fixed on them, unblinking.

She smiled gently at her son. "Papa has a little injury on his hand, baby. That's why Mumma is feeding him today."

Ishaan nodded solemnly, as if the explanation made perfect sense, and returned to his food.

A visible wave of relief washed over Rahul's face, his shoulders relaxing.

Ishani continued feeding him with slow, intimate patience her fingers brushing his lips each time, her body leaning into his space.

The air between them felt thick, charged with the kind of domestic closeness that carried deeper undercurrents.

When Ishaan finished, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I'm going to Mannat Didi's to play," he announced.

"Okay, baby," Ishani said warmly. "Go carefully."

As soon as Ishaan's small footsteps faded away, Ishani fed Rahul the last few bites, her touch lingering a second longer than necessary.

Only then did she serve herself Rahul couldn't stop staring at her the way her hair fell across her cheek, the gentle movement of her throat as she swallowed, the soft curve of her body so close to his.

"Ishaan... what must he be thinking?" Rahul said finally, voice rough with unease. "Seeing us like that... in the room."

Ishani glanced at him, chewing thoughtfully. "He's just a child, Rahul. Whatever we tell him, he believes."

Rahul's jaw tightened. "Did he... say something?"

Ishani hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a small smile. "Hmm. He asked why Papa was drinking Mummy's dudu."

Rahul's face turned a deep, burning red. He looked away, embarrassed heat flooding his chest. "What did you tell him?"

"I told him you were sleeping," she said calmly, her voice low and intimate, "just like you sleep on my chest."

Silence stretched between them, heavy with raw emotion.

Rahul's heart pounded with a mix of shame, desire, and tenderness.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, barely audible.

Ishani reached out and gently touched his uninjured hand. "It's okay. But we can't do that again... not when he's around."

The words stung. Rahul felt a sharp twist in his gut guilt, longing, and the deep ache of wanting her so openly.

Still, he nodded slowly."Okay," he said, though the reluctance was clear in his voice.

A week passed, and after that day, a distance slowly grew between Rahul and Ishani.

Ever since Ishaan had seen them together, Ishani had started keeping her distance.

Whenever Rahul noticed it, he did the same.

Neither of them spoke about it, but the warmth between them had faded, leaving behind an uncomfortable silence.

A few days later, Rahul's plaster was finally removed. The doctor carefully examined his hand before nodding in satisfaction.

"Your hand has healed well, but don't put too much strain on it yet," he advised.

Rahul nodded. "Okay, Doctor."

Ishani stood quietly beside him, listening to every word. After the doctor left, she handed Rahul his medicine, and he took it without saying much.

The next morning, Rahul woke up early, freshened up, and walked back into the room.

He opened the wardrobe and began putting on his police uniform.

The sound of movement woke Ishani from her sleep.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up, only to freeze when she saw him getting ready.

"Rahul, where are you going?" she asked, confused.

"To the police station," Rahul replied calmly.

"No, you're not going anywhere," Ishani said immediately. "Your hand has only just started healing. Let it recover completely first."

Rahul didn't respond. He simply continued buttoning his uniform.

"Rahul, are you listening to me?" she asked again.

Still, he said nothing.

Frustrated, Ishani got out of bed and walked over to him. She grabbed his wrist and looked straight into his eyes."Rahul, can you hear what I'm

saying?"

"Yes, I can hear you," Rahul answered. "But I don't like sitting alone at home. Work at the station is piling up every day. What am I supposed to do here all day? I'd rather work."

"Then I'll stay home," Ishani said quickly. "I'll take leave from college. Just don't go."

Rahul shook his head."No. I'm going."

His stubbornness instantly ignited her temper.

Without another word, Ishani stormed toward a drawer. She pulled it open and took out a pair of handcuffs that had been kept inside.

Before Rahul could understand what was happening, she grabbed both of his wrists and clicked the handcuffs shut around them.

Click.

Rahul stared at her in complete shock.

"Ishani! What are you doing?" he exclaimed. "Open these right now!"

But Ishani ignored him.

Crossing her arms, she glared at him and said, "Now go to the police station."

"Seriously, Ishani, this isn't funny. Open them."Rahul said

She refused to listen. With one last angry look, Ishani turned around and walked out of the room, leaving Rahul standing there in handcuffs, staring after her in disbelief.

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