Toxic Hukum (4)

 

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Hansika's POV 

"Aapke liye dudh," my little brother said softly as he stepped into the room, carefully balancing a steel glass filled to the brim with warm milk.

I smiled, touched by his small act of care. His innocence felt like a balm over the ache I carried in my body. I shifted slowly and sat on the edge of the khaat, biting back a wince as the soreness reminded me of last night.

He handed me the glass and stood there for a moment, eyes hovering too long over the bruises on my neck and the faint blue-red marks scattered along my arm. His gaze was confused, almost scared. He didn’t ask anything — maybe he couldn’t form the words. 

I lowered my eyes. I couldn’t tell him the truth, and in this unbearable summer heat, I couldn't even cover the marks with layers of clothing. They were there — raw and visible, speaking stories I wasn't ready to explain.

Last night had been... intense. I didn't know how else to describe it. My body had given up halfway, and I’d drifted into sleep — not peacefully, but because I had no energy left. When I opened my eyes this morning, I was already in my room. I didn’t even remember when Mahendra had dropped me back.

All I remembered was the dull ache between my legs and the heaviness weighing on my chest. My limbs felt like stone.

Then Maa came.

She didn’t ask questions. She only handed me a bowl with some aloe vera paste. "Lagale," she said. "Thoda dard hoga. Par yeh sab hota hai. Niyam hai." Her voice was quiet, matter-of-fact, but I could see the discomfort in her eyes. She didn’t look at me for long. Just handed me a dupatta, gently told me to stay inside and rest today.

Bauji hadn’t looked at me either.

Neither of them said anything. But I knew they knew.

Today, I hadn’t gone to the fields. Even walking around felt like too much effort. My keypad phone was also missing — I searched but couldn’t find it anywhere.

I sipped the milk slowly, then walked around the room restlessly. My mind kept circling back to Mahendra. To what we shared.

Would his family accept me? I was no one — a farmer’s daughter with no land in her name. And he... he belonged to another world. I tried to push the worry away, but it sat heavy in my chest.

Outside, the sun had dipped. The faint light from the lamp cast soft shadows on the mud walls. I lay back on the khaat after applying the aloe gel, trying to relax.

Then the door creaked open.

I didn’t turn around. I thought it must be Guddu again. But the moment a warm hand brushed my leg, I froze and sat up sharply.

"Dar kyu gayi?" Mahendra’s familiar voice broke through the stillness, followed by his low chuckle. He shut the door behind him and walked towards me, sitting at the edge of the khaat, near my feet.

"Achanak aaye aap," I said quickly, reaching for my dupatta and covering my shoulders. My eyes scanned his face — he looked tired, but something was different. His eyes were slightly red, and there was a faint smell of alcohol on his breath.

He didn’t reply at first. Just looked at me — slowly, from top to bottom — then let out a small hum.

"Woh... mera phone nahi mila mujhe," I said hesitantly.

He leaned in closer, cupping my chin with one hand, his fingers tracing along my jawline.

"Mere paas hai. Uski zarurat nahi hai tujhe ab. Jisse bhi baat karni ho, ab mere mobile se karegi," he murmured, his lips brushing my cheek, then the corner of my eye.

His touch moved lower, from my jaw to the top of my chest. My breath hitched.

"Lekin..." I tried to speak, but his grip suddenly tightened. His fingers clamped down on my face, forcing me to look at him.

"Ahhh!" I hissed, unable to hold back the pain.

"Bola na ek baar toh samajh liya kar. Zyada bahas koini kar," he snapped, voice sharp and irritated.

I nodded immediately, not trusting myself to speak.

"Aur yeh utara hua chehra theek kar apna. Do din mein hi byah hai humara," he said, as if it was the most ordinary thing.

I blinked at him. "Sirf do din?" My voice was barely a whisper.

"Haan, do din. Ghar chalegi tu mere. Aur khet ka kaam nahi karegi tu ab se. Mahare ghar ki bahu yeh sab na karti," he said, slurring slightly, but his tone was final.

I couldn’t respond. My heart was pounding too loud.

He suddenly straightened up, his voice dropping to a rough command.

"Haath upar kar."

I stared at him for a second, stunned. Then, without waiting, he grabbed the edge of my top and pulled it up, over my head.

As he attached his lips to my nipples to latch on it, I felt a rush of pleasure. "Ummm meri randi ke mote mote chuche," he whispered, biting them again and making the skin red.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he pushed me onto the khaat and suckled my nipples. His hands were everywhere, removing my salwar and exposing me completely. 

As he continued to suck my nipples, I felt his lips move down to my neck, kissing and biting me. His fingers then danced across my skin, tracing the curves of my body.

"Ummm mahendra mere ghar se koi sunn lega ahhhh," I whispered, feeling his fingers brush against my pussy.

He inserted one finger, then two, and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. He moved his fingers in and out of me, teasing me and making me moan.

"Nahi ahhh" I whispered, "Ruk jaiye."

"Tere ghar walo ko pata hai ki tu chud chuki hai mujhe Saali." He inserted another finger, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

"Ummmm na..hi ahhhh" i tried to stop him shaking my feet. 

"Apne nakhre band kar warna bhara hi sabke samne chut marunga teri" He slurred, climbing onto the top of me. His hands grabbed my ankles roughly and pulled my legs apart despite my protests.

He doesn't care that he's drunk and horny as hell. All he wants is to be inside me. 

His hands still hold my legs apart roughly.

"Chudne ke liye tyar hai meri kutiya?" He chuckles mirthlessly, already positioning himself at my entrance.  

"Subha bhot yaad aayi teri..."He admitted and pushes his thick cock inside me roughly without any warning or preparation. 

I gasped and try to push him away but he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head aggressively. 

"Bhenchodd ahhhh" He starts pounding into me hard and fast, drunk and aggressive. 

"Meri randi ki kasi hui chut ahhhh" He slurs again, starting to bite and suck on my neck anyway, marking me possessively. 

His hips keep slamming against mine, his thick drunk cock stretching me open brutally. "Meri randi... Sirf meri" He groans against my neck and slaps my ass while drunk and possessive.

"Rukiye na ahhhh. Puri khaat hil rhi hai ahhhh ghar walo ko pata chal jayega ummm ahh" I patted his naked chest but he held my legs up and penetrated in my pussy. 

"Toh?" He hisses, his thrusts getting deeper and harder. He spreads my legs wider apart roughly, hitting my deepest spot. 

"Unhe kya lagata hai ki mai tere sath kho-kho khelte hu?" He slaps my inner thigh unapologetically. "Sabko pata hai ki teri chut chodta hu mai apne lund se.."

The khaat creaks loudly as he continues to pound into me mercilessly, the wooden slats groaning under his aggressive thrusts. I scream in pain and pleasure as he fills me completely, marking me as his own.

"Ahhh dheela chord madarchod..." He growls loudly as my inner walls tighten around his thick drunk length. He knows I was close. He spreads my legs wider and fucked me harder and faster. "Geela kar mujhe saali," He orders roughly, his thrusts violent and I cummed around him badly. 

I knew my parents could hear us because the sounds were loud but no one came knocking on the door. 

He pulls out of me and flips me over onto my hands and knees, slamming back into my dripping pussy from behind. 

"Ahhhh roj kutiya bana kar chodunga tujhe saali ahhhh" 

His large hands grab my hips roughly as he starts to ride me hard and fast in doggy style, making my ass jiggle with every deep thrust.

I couldn't help but moan from his thick cock inside me. 

He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back sharply as he continues to fuck me brutally from behind. His balls slap against my clit with each aggressive thrust.

"Aaja mere lund pe baith saali" he left my hair and laid down on khaat, taking me on top of him. 

He pulled me against his chest and wraps his arms around my waist, making me sit upright on his dick. "Ahhhhh bhot andar aaaa haaaiii," I moaned. 

"Pura ghusa le isse saali ahhhh. Andar takk lele." he groans as I started to ride him slowly, his hands squeezing my bouncing tits. 

"Naach saali mere lund pe ahhhh" 

His thick cock slides in and out of my wet pussy, making sloppy sounds as it stretches me open.

"Nikal apni chut se paani saali !!!" My body tenses up and shakes violently as an orgasm rips through me.

"Ahhhh dheere ahhh bas ahhhh!!!" He grabs my hips firmly and starts fucking ne from below, his cock pounding in and out of your convulsing pussy. 

"Ahhhhh puri raat chudwa mere lund se saali ahhhh," he groans loudly. His balls slap against my ass with each thrust as he chases his own release inside me. 

"Ahhhh n...ahi puri ra..at na..hi ahhhhh" I wrapped  arms around his thick bicep, but he fucks me harder. His muscles flex and strain under my touch, the veins popping out. 

"Teri jaise chut ahhhh kisi ki nahi hogi gaon me ahhhh mera lund daba teri hai pura raand ahhhhh" he grunted and he's so deep inside me, hitting spots that make my vision blur with pleasure. 

"Mmmmh! Mmmmph! Ahh! Ahhn!" We both were moaning, his voice getting deeper and more animalistic as he fucks me through my third orgasm.

"Teri moti sundar gaand ahhhhh saali" His hands move from my hips to squeeze my ass and spread my cheeks apart as he watches his cock disappear inside me. 

He turned me, by grabbing my waist, and flips me onto my back, spreading my legs wide open. 

"Tere andar maal nikal dunga apna saali ahhhh bhot maja aata hai tujhe chodne mei," he growls and slammed into me, his thick length stretching my pussy open completely.

He continues pounding into me in missionary, watching my face contort with pleasure. 

"Teri chut bas mera ras legi saali ahhhhh teri chut aur gaand mei sirf mera paani hoga ahhhh," he snarls, picking up the pace.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as he fucks me relentlessly in missionary. His huge dick plows into my pussy, causing my tits to bounce with each thrust.

His growls turned deep and eyes close down as he shooted his cum in me. 

His hot and thick load fills me up completely, some of it leaking out around his still-hard dick. He stays buried inside me for a long moment, still coming and groaning loudly. 

When he finally pulls out, a massive amount of his cum starts leaking out of my well-fucked pussy.

He slept after our intimate activities, his arm still loosely wrapped around my waist. His breathing had grown steady, his body relaxed — untouched by worry.

But I couldn’t sleep.

I lay there with my eyes wide open, staring at the dark ceiling of the room. My heart was racing with fear, not from him, but from the thought of what lay beyond these mud-plastered walls.

I prayed silently — begged, really — that my parents hadn’t heard us.

But whom was I kidding?

This was a kuccha house. The walls were thin, and every sound echoed, especially in the stillness of the night. There was no chance they hadn’t heard what had happened.

I shut my eyes tightly, trying to block out the shame that began to crawl over me. I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring — how they would look at me, what they would say, or if they would say anything at all.

But despite the storm inside me, my body gave up.

The tiredness took over, pulling me into sleep before I could think any further.

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