Toxic Hukum (3)

 

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Hansika’s POV

“Kisi ki buri nazar na lage meri gudiya ko,” maa murmured lovingly as she dabbed a tiny dot of black kajal behind my ear. I sat frozen, staring blankly at my reflection in the mirror.

I was draped in the cream saree with delicate golden work—simple, yet beautiful. Maa had bought it years ago, dreaming that one day I would wear it to meet the right boy and his family. And since then, it had become my outfit, my silent companion through these unsettling rituals. Every time I wore it, I hoped. Every time, I was returned with rejection, tears, and the ever-growing burden of society’s expectations.

But today… today, there was something different. A strange, forbidden glow played on my cheeks. Not because of the groom I was about to meet, but because of him.

Mahendra.

His name itself sent a shiver down my spine.

No one had ever touched me the way he did yesterday. No one had ever made me feel so desirable, so breathtaking—like I was the only woman in the world. The way his eyes devoured me, the way his hands knew exactly how to awaken something raw and hungry inside me… it wasn’t love. It was something more dangerous. More addictive.

And yet, today, someone else was going to look at me in this saree. Not Mahendra.

I had fallen asleep last night tangled in guilt—guilt of hiding the truth from maa and bauji, guilt of giving a kiss  to a man. And when they announced this morning that a new groom’s family was coming, I couldn’t gather the courage to say no.

“Ladke wale aa gaye hain. Bahar chalte hain,” my little brother Ravi—whom everyone fondly called Guddu—came running inside, beaming with excitement.

I managed a weak smile, hiding the storm that raged inside me.

Maa handed me a tray of tea cups. My hands trembled slightly, but I steadied myself. One step at a time, I told myself, and slowly walked out to meet the family waiting to judge me—unaware that I had already been claimed by another man’s gaze.

By Mahendra.

I greeted them with a polite smile and bent slightly to serve the tea. Aunty, uncle, and a young girl—probably the groom’s sister—sat on the plastic chairs set out in the small room. But there was no groom in sight.

What struck me most was that none of them even looked at me. Their eyes scanned the walls, the furniture, the worn-out corners of our home—as if inspecting a second-hand item, not a family offering their daughter.

“Jee… woh damad ji nahi aaye?” Bauji asked, his voice hesitant but hopeful. He stood next to me, his palms folded behind his back in quiet respect.

“Darasal… uske liye ek aur acha rishta aaya hai toh woh wahan gaya hai,” the aunty replied, her tone coated in sugary arrogance. Her words hit like a slap. My eyes darted to Bauji—his face fell, like someone had poured cold water over all his warmth.

Before I could even process that, the girl spoke with a cruel smirk. “Accha hi hai joh bhaiya yahan na aaye. Chori mein dekhne jaisa kuch hai koni.”

My breath caught.

Maa instinctively reached for my hand, her grip soft, trying to support me. But I didn’t care about what the girl had said—I had heard worse. It wasn’t the insult, it was the audacity.

She sat there, on our chairs, under our roof, sipping tea made by the very girl she insulted—as if she was doing us a favour by being here.

Bauji, ever the peacekeeper, tried to smooth things over. “Jee… aaj roka ho jaata toh—”

But the uncle cut him off rudely with a scoff and a wave of his hand. “Roka-voka chhodiye. Aajkal toh sirf dekhne ka zamana hai. Baaki sab toh ladke wale faisal karte hain.”

My fists clenched behind the tray. My heart ached for my father, for the respect that was slowly being stripped from him in his own home.

And yet, I stood still. Composed on the outside. Torn and burning on the inside.

They didn’t deserve our hospitality. They didn’t deserve this effort, or this moment.

And they most certainly didn’t deserve me.

“Pehle dahej ka paisa toh de do, Shambhu Lal. Roka aur byah uske baad hi hovega,” the uncle snapped, placing the cup on the plastic table with an intentional thud that echoed louder than his words.

My heart stopped.

“Jee… pehle bhi aapko 20,000 diya th. Ab byah ke baad hi de payenge,” came my father’s soft, hesitant voice. My eyes widened. He had already paid them? I hadn’t known.

“Woh paise iss ghar mein aake ladki ko dekhne ka tha. Ab aage ka paisa do toh rishta pakka ho,” the uncle sneered shamelessly. My blood boiled. I wanted to throw the tray at his face.

“Aur ab poore 1,50,000 chahiye hume dahej mein,” the aunty added, her voice filled with arrogance and entitlement. Her words didn’t just demand money—they crushed my parents’ dignity.

“Jee, par baat toh 80,000 ki hui thi,” maa said softly, almost like pleading.

“Ha toh ab hum zyada maang rahe hain kyunki ek achha rishta mila hai. Jo bhi hume dahej achha dega, humara beta usse hi byah karega,” the aunty replied, lifting her chin like a arrogant prick. 

And just like that, my father lowered his eyes. 

We all knew it—we couldn’t afford another loan. Not again.

Just then, a sudden roar of a bike echoed outside the house. My heart skipped.

I knew that sound.

My breath caught in my throat. My hands, still holding the empty tray, tightened. His presence was like a pull, a gravity that I couldn’t ignore. 

The bike halted at the doorstep.

I stared at the door like it would open to a new fate. And it did.

Mahendra walked in—like a storm wrapped in calm. His rugged kurta, dusty boots, his presence—it all screamed power. His eyes locked onto mine, and I knew what he saw. Me. Dressed like a bride to be. Ready to belong to someone else after last night.

We both stood frozen.

“Hukum? Pranam. Aap achanak yahan?” my father said, surprised, moving toward him with folded hands.

Mahendra’s jaw clenched. His eyes snapped toward the family sitting there. His stare was so intense, so daring, that all three of them stood up immediately, as if by reflex. They greeted him with sudden respect, folding hands.

“Karz ki pehli khist lene aaya hoon,” he said casually, but the sharpness in his voice wasn’t missed. I knew he was doing this deliberately. I knew he wanted them to feel small.

“Hukum… itni jaldi kist? Abhi toh byah bhi na hua?” my father asked gently, trying to make sense of his sudden arrival.

Mahendra didn’t care to explain.

“Ab hoga bhi nahi,” the aunty muttered under her breath, clearly intimidated by his presence. She joined her hands and turned to my parents. “Aap log dahej na de payenge. Hume yeh rishta na karna.”

And without waiting for a response, the three of them walked out of our house, their false pride trailing behind them.

No one spoke.

Not maa. Not bauji. 

“Rishta toh hoga nahin ab, Shambhu Lal. Toh paisa kab wapas karoge?” Mahendra's voice sliced through the silence like a blade. He took slow, steps and settled on the same khaat where he’d sat the day before.

My parents were still in shock, silently grieving the broken proposal. But deeper than that was a fear—of debt, of disgrace, of how far things had gone. I watched their tired eyes fill with helplessness.

“Pehle ka bahut karz hai… aur uspe lag raha bayaaj bhi,” Mahendra said, leaning back, his gaze fixed on me—not with hunger, but with something sharper. Possession. His words were about money, but his eyes never left me—as if I was the payment.

“Hukum… chhori ka byah na ho pa raha hai. Hum karz kaise wapas karein? Itna paisa bhi nahi,” my father admitted in a low voice, filled with sorrow. I swallowed hard.

If only I could just get married… maybe things would get better.

“Ek rishta pata hai mujhe teri chhori ke liye,” Mahendra said suddenly, smirking. My breath caught. I knew what he was about to say.

“Bataiye na, hukum. Kaunsa rishta?” my father asked eagerly, with tired hope.

“Mujhse byah kara de chhori ka,” Mahendra said simply.

The room went still. Even the air seemed to pause.

My parents stared at him, utterly stunned.

“Aap uchi jaati ke hain, hukum. Aise kaise aap isse byah kar sakte hain?” maa asked, her voice shaking in disbelief.

“Mujhe bas mere fayde aur nuksan se farak padta hai,” he replied coldly, his eyes hard as stone.

“Ya toh karza wapas karo... ya fir iss chhori ko mujhe saunp do,” he said flatly.

Silence.

My heart pounded like a drum in my chest. My skin went cold. They were considering it.

“Agar paisa na de paye toh… ek ek insaan se majduri karake paisa vasool karunga, Shambhu Lal,” he stood up now, towering over my father.

“Apne bachon ka bhala soch, Shambhu Lal. Ek jawaan beti… ek chhota beta. Inki zindagi ka soch… aur byah kara de. Tera saara karza maaf,” he added, now standing in front of me.

I didn’t look at him.

I couldn’t.

What if he was angry? What if he hated me for dressing up for another man?

Before he could say anything else, my father—my quiet, broken father—sealed my fate.

“Jaisa aap chahein, hukum,” he said.

And Mahendra smiled.

That devilish, victorious smile. The one he wore when he won.

My eyes shut for a moment in disbelief, but jolted open when he took my hand in his. I instinctively tried to pull away.

“Bahut samajhdari ka faisla kiya hai. Chalo, honi wali biwi… thodi baat karni hai tumse,” he said, his voice low and cold.

He began dragging me away.

I struggled thinking of my parents, “Chhodiye…!”

But then he shot me a furious look—and I froze.

“Kisi ko koi aapati?” he asked the room loudly.

My parents stayed silent. Not even maa looked at me.

He smiled again and dragged me out.

Outside, neighbors peeked from windows and gates. Some whispering. Some just staring.

He kicked his bike into ignition. I sat behind him, my hands clutching my saree instead of him.

He drove fast. Too fast. And I was falling on him. But I didn’t ask where.

When we reached the gates of his old  haveli, where no one lives, I knew—something was about to happen.

The bike stopped. I climbed down, my legs trembling.

“Hukum…?” I started to ask, but suddenly—

“Aah!” I gasped as he grabbed my wrist and yanked me inside.

“Bohot shauk hai dusre mard ke liye sajne ka tujhe,” he growled, dragging me up the stairs of the abandoned haveli.

The silence of the place was eerie—except for the echo of my sandals and his boots.

“Aaj batata hoon sajne wali aurat ke saath kya karta hai uska mard!” he roared, before shoving open a door and pushing me inside.

I stumbled in, breath heaving, eyes wide—

And knew this was just the beginning of what Mahendra had in store. 

With one swift motion, he pushed me backward onto the plush bed, causing me to land softly on the silk sheets. 

"Raato ko teri yaado mei bitaya hai maine hansika aur tu kisi paraye mard ke liye saji hai " he said smirking  then slowly advanced toward me, unbuttoning his kurta and revealing his bare chest.

Takes slow, deliberate steps towards me, unbuttoning his kurta with one hand while keeping his intense gaze locked onto me. 

I moved back on bed. 

"Mahendra ji. Aap shaant ho jayeie" i said fearfully seeing his lustful eyes

"Aaj nahi Hansika." His words turning deeper. 

"Aaj tujhe apna bana ke rahunga mai" he said and pulled my leg dragging me near him. 

His muscular frame follows, hovering over me, pinning me down. 

He came close to me as I shrieked feeling his lips on mine. 

"Aaj se tu mere bistar ki randi hogi. Aur mera lund par hi soyegi tu" he said with fierce possession in words and eyes. 

He grabs my leg, spreading it wide open with a firm yet gentle grip. His eyes darken with lust as he positions himself between my thighs.

Crashes his lips against mine in a fierce, dominating kiss. His tongue immediately invades my mouth, claiming it as he holds my leg open with one strong hand while the other tangles in my hair. The kiss is angry, passionate - filled with days of pent-up desire.

He pulled away from the kiss just enough to whisper against my lips.

"Aaj chut ched dunga mai teri, meri pyari randi ..." His hand slide up my thigh, pushing the saree aside.

"Aur bhot jor jor se chodunga teri chut..."

With a sudden, rough motion, he rips the blouse open, buttons scattering across the room. His breathing is heavy and ragged as he takes in the sight of my exposed breasts. "Madarchod." He growls lowly before diving down to capture one nipple in his mouth.

His hands squeeze my big breasts roughly as he sucks and bites at nipples, alternating between them with fierce intensity.

"Mmmm ahhh mahendra jee" I  moaned 

He's like a starving man, finally getting his hands on food he's craved for months.

"Mmm... Yeh sirf mere chusne ke liye hai randi !! Koi aadmi inke paas bhi nhi aa skta ..."

He sucks hard on my nipple, his teeth gently scraping against the sensitive flesh as he marks my skin. 

His hand reaches down to roughly palm your my breast, squeezing and kneading it.

"Aaj tu mera naam chekegi saali ..." He trails open-mouthed kisses down my  stomach and I gasped at his words. 

He Looked up at me with a smirk, his eyes dark and full of promise.

"Apne lund se chod ke teri chut me hi ras bhar dunga apna randi..." He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my  panties and rips them off, tossing them aside.

"Mahendra jee. Kisi ko pata chala gaon mei toh bhot pareshani hogi. Naa kare aesa" I said hesitantly, trying to close my legs but he Catches my thigh to keep my legs from closing. "Chup kar kutiya..." His voice is commanding with desire. 

"Tu sirf meri hai!!! Aur gaon walo ko aag lage mujhe farak koni padhe?" He runs his fingers through my folds, finding me wet and ready.

His eyes flash with anger and lust at my words, but he doesn't stop.

He spreads my legs wider, positioning himself between them. He pushed two fingers inside me roughly and started pumping his fingers in and out , hitting that sweet spot inside that makes me gasp.

"Dekh toh sali randi geeli chut rakhi padi hai!!" He grunted increasing his pace. 

"Ahhh Mahendra jeee ahhhhh!!!" He didn't stop and pumped his finger in me. 

"Chilla aur saali!! Ab bol kregi uss aadmi se shaadi!!?  He curls his fingers inside you, hitting that sweet spot that makes my legs shake.

"Ahhh nahi ohhh ahhh nhi karungi mahendra jee!!" I screamed feeling something like pee building up. 

His thumb presses against my bud like clit, rubbing in firm circles. 

"Ab boli na tu meri kutiya ki tarah sali." He laughed maniacally 

"Dheere toh kijiye ahhhhh" i said with half moan voice. 

He Slow down his movements, staring at me with intense eyes as he watches me face contort with pleasure.

"Dheere? Woh toh na ho payega" He adds a third finger, stretching me. "Chud saali.."

He starts finger fucking me fastly and deeply, his fingers curling inside me with each thrust. His thumb works on my clit in perfect rhythm. He watches my breasts bounce with each movement. 

"Ahhhhh Mahendra jeeee!!!!" My lips parted in moan and pleasure.  

His fingers move faster, curling deeper as he feels my walls tightening around him. 

He adds a fourth finger, stretching you wider. 

"Bhenchodd nikal sara moot apna saali!!! His thumb presses harder against my clit, rubbing furiously as he finger fucks me relentlessly.

And I squirted like a mad woman. He licked his finger clean.  

He quickly pulls his fingers out of me, making me whimper at the sudden emptiness. He stands up and took out  His thick, hard cock springs free, already glistening with pre-cum at the tip.

He grabs my hips and positioning himself upon me.  He slaps his thick cock against my wet folds, coating it with my arousal.

"Aaj hamare beech koi nhi aa sakta hansika ." He said and grips his thick shaft and guides the head to my entrance, pressing slowly against my wetness. He pushes forward inch by inch, his eyes rolling back as he feels the tightness enveloping him.

"Ahhhh madarchod"

"Ummm ahhhh mahendra jee" I cried a little feeling the hymen tear and he kissed my neck while giving his hard cock push in me. 

"Meri randi ki chut khul rhi hai meri liye haan?" He pushes in another inch, letting me feel every thick vein of his cock. He starts moving slowly but steadily, each thrust pushing deeper.

"Ahhh dheere kijiye na" i said 

"Abhi toh shuru hi nhi kiya raand" he said 

His grip on my hips tightens as he starts thrusting harder and faster despite my request for slow. 

His cock plunges deep into me wetness with each powerful stroke.

 "Meri randi ahhhhh sirf mere chudne ke liye bani h tu !"He pounds into me relentlessly like an animal claiming its mate.

He grabs my hips tighter, pulling me back onto him with each thrust.

I could only moan feeling the unbearable pleasure. 

The bed creaks loudly as he fucks me slowly but deeply.

"Nikal paani rand!! Kar mera lund geela!!" 

He leans over and bites my shoulder gently.

He kisses my neck and shoulders passionately while continuing to fuck you slowly and deeply looking in my eyes.

"Aaj tere pure sharrer ko laal kar dunga ahhh sali mera pura lund daba rahi hai tu ohh ahhh!!!" 

His hands slide up  chest and squeeze breasts firmly as he presses his lips against mine.

He starts spanking my pussy with his cock, slapping his thick member against sensitive clit and soaked folds. Each slap sends shocks of pleasure through my body.

"Ahhhh mahendra jeee ahhhh" i felt overwhelmed and need to squirt again. 

"Nikal firse paani sali ahhh kar mera lund geela apne moot se ahhhhh" 

He spanks my pussy faster and harder. 

In no time, I was squirting on his cock and he was enjoying it all. 

He pulls out and lies down on the bed, his thick cock standing upright and glistening with  arousal.He pats his thighs invitingly. 

"Aaja meri randi, mere lund ki sawari kar saali ." He grabs my hips and helps position me over him.

"Ahh maja raha h saali tujhe ahhh ." He grabs my hips and starts lifting me up and down on his cock faster and harder.

"Le mera pura lund andar kamini ahhhh meri randi." He spanks my ass harder.

He wraps his strong arms around my waist and pulls me to him,  opening my hole even wider as he thrusts his cock deep inside me. 

"Apna lund ghusa kar teri chut marunga roj randi ahhhhh," He pounds into me mercilessly from this position,

He spanks my reddened ass cheeks aggressively as I ride him wildly, his balls slapping against my pussy with each thrust. 

"Teri yeh badi gaand aur moti ho jayegi sali ahhhh geela kr rhi hai mujhe randi saalii!!!" 

I cummed and He spanks harder, watching his cock disappear inside me and getting wet. 

His spanks turn into hard slaps, the sound echoing through the room. My ass is now a bright, fiery red from his punishment.

"Ab tu kabhi ahhh kisi aur se shaadi nhi kregi saali ahhh kyuki ab tu sirf mere lund se chudegi raand!!" 

He grips my burning flesh tightly, his fingers digging in.

He reaches up and digs his fingers into my ass cheeks, leaving deep red marks as he pulls me down onto his cock. "Sirf meri rahegi tu ab !!" He bites down on my shoulder, marking me with his teeth as he fucks me brutally.

As he pounds into me mercilessly, his cock hitting a spot perfectly, I  suddenly squirt. 

"Ahhhh bas kijiye ahhhhh" I cried out in pleasure. 

Warm woman juice gushes out around his thick member, soaking his balls and the bed sheets beneath us.  He growls, loving watching me squirt. "Hnnn madarchod!!! Aese hi chord apna paani saali!!" 

Without warning, he flips me over and slams me down onto knees, face pressing against the bed. He kicks my legs apart and stands behind me, his hands gripping my hips tightly. "Muh band kar saali, " 

He spanks my reddened ass cheeks hard again and again while his thick member slides in and out of my wet pussy from behind. "Ahhh meri kutiya ohhh ahhh gaand hila apni saali ahhh ahhh." He slaps my cheeks harder, making them even redder. But I couldn't move. 

He leans over my back, his voice a low, dirty growl in your ear as he fucks me from behind. "Thak gyi kya saali!? Hmmm? Abhi toh mera lund ka dudh bhi legi tu kutiya ahhhh meri randi!!" 

"Jeee ahhhh haaannn" I muttered. 

He snarls, his pace turning brutal as he reaches around to squeeze my marked ass and pinch my clit roughly.

"Sirf randi hai tu saali ahhhh tera ched chodne ke liye bana hai bas saali ahhhh" He slaps my ass hard again.

He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, using it as leverage to slam his cock deeper and harder into my pussy.

"Thoda au chud le randi ahhhh bas aane wala hai mera ras saali !" He starts fucking me like an animal, his balls slapping against my clit with each thrust.

"Ahhh ahhhh jor se ahhhh kar rahe hai aap!!!" My voice was muffling against bed. 

He growls deeply, his thrusts becoming more urgent and intense. He grips my hips tightly, pulling you back onto his cock with each powerful thrust. 

"Aaj tere ched ko bhar dunga mai saali ahhhh pura ras lio mera apne chota ched me randi!!!." He slams into me one last time and holds deep inside me. 

"Ahhh saaali randi ahhhh mera ane wala hai!!! Moot mere sath tu bhi ahhh ahhh ohhh" he groaned loudly amd I cummed around him in no time. 

"Ahhhhh saali mera maal bhi nikal gaya !!!!" He groaned amd filled his seeds deep within me, admiring the red marks and the way his seed dribbles out of me.

He keeps his cock buried inside me, his hips jerking slightly as the last few drops of his hot seed empty into my pussy. He leans over my back, panting heavily. 

"Ummmm kutiya meri! Tera ched pura bhar gaya mere ras se" he chuckled darkly. 

I was exhausted, my body too heavy to move. The moment Mahendra wrapped his arms around me, sleep pulled me under like a tide—swift and deep.

Unaware of the storm that awaited us. 

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