Toxic Hukum (5)

Mature content ahead🟥

 Hansika's pov 

The village sky blushed with the colors of dusk as my wedding rituals went on in full swing. 

The air smelled of marigold flowers and smoke from the havan. The entire courtyard of his house was lit with fairy lights and flickering diyas. 

I sat quietly on the wooden chowki, dressed in a deep maroon lehenga embroidered with mirror work. The dupatta, edged with pearls, was pulled low over my face, covering even my trembling lips. Heavy gold jewelry weighed on my neck, ears, arms—each piece reminding me that I was no longer just a daughter, but someone’s bride now.

Ma had been fussing around since morning, adjusting my dupatta every five minutes and wiping her eyes with the pallu of her saree when she thought no one was watching. My little brother stood behind me, confused, holding a packet of toffees in his hand, looking from me to the crowd, unsure why everyone was crying and laughing at the same time.

Bauji stood at a corner, talking to the pandit, his face lined with tension. I had never seen him this quiet. Maybe it was the weight of giving away a daughter, or the speed with which everything had happened. Just two days ago, Mahendra had barged into our house at night and fucked me and next day with fire in his eyes and said, "Do din mein shaadi karunga."

And true to his words, here I was, dressed as his bride, surrounded by guests, rituals, songs, and eyes that judged me from every direction.

My hands were covered in dark mehendi, the initials of his name hidden within the designs. I stared at them, trying not to cry. I had barely slept. The thought of entering a new home, facing a woman who already disliked me—his mother—clawed at my heart. She hadn’t spared a single moment today to taunt Ma over the simplicity of arrangements.

The fire cracked in the havan kund. Panditji called out the mantras. Mahendra sat beside me, his face serious, unreadable. My heart raced as each ritual passed. The *pheras* began—one step at a time, one promise at a time, around the sacred fire. I tried not to stumble. I tried not to cry.

Women sang folk songs in the background, clapping and laughing. As soon as the rituals ended, a group of elder women dragged me aside before the vidaai.

“Arre Hansika, ab toh tu Mahendra ki dulhan hai!” one giggled.

Another leaned in with a wink, “Sun, Mahendra toh tan se bhi jawaan hai, aur mann se bhi garam… raat ke liye himmat chahiye tujhe!”

They all laughed as I flushed red beneath my veil.

“Chhori, tere jaisi komal dulhan pe toh uska zor chalega!” someone teased, and another added, “Upar wala taqat de tujhe... aur thoda sabr bhi!”

Their teasing didn’t stop. As they walked me to the bridal room later that night, they continued whispering jokes, laughing and nudging each other.

At the door, one of them said,*“Lo chhori, yeh teri suhaag ki raat hai. Ab se teri duniya bas yahin hai.”

They placed me on the flower-decorated bed and closed the door behind me with one final chuckle.

I sat frozen, eyes lowered, amidst rose petals and silence. The room smelled of jasmine and sandalwood, but my heart only smelled of fear, of change, of the unknown. The walls of the room were unfamiliar, the shadows unfamiliar, even the flickering oil lamp on the windowsill looked like it belonged to someone else’s story.

The laughter of the women echoed in my ears, but my mind drifted back to home—Ma’s comforting touch, Bauji’s protective voice, and the little fingers of my brother clinging to my hand at the doorstep.

And now, I waited. In this new home. As someone’s wife. As someone’s daughter-in-law.

The silence was heavy, like the veil over my head.

A new kind of silence settled in my chest as I sat alone, the echo of the day's noise fading behind the closed door. My thoughts wandered to the past two days—the whirlwind between yes and now—and most of all, to the house I was about to enter as a daughter-in-law.

Mahendra had no siblings. His world was his money laundering business. In these two days, I had felt no warmth from his mother. From the moment the alliance was fixed, her eyes had scanned me with disapproval—head to toe—like I was a dusty insect. 

She had said it aloud, more than once. “Hamare Mahendra ke liye toh sheher ki padhi-likhi ladki mil sakti thi… yeh toh bas gaon ki ek gareeb si ladki hai."

Her words were like invisible thorns, pricking at the skin of every moment.

During the haldi, she clicked her tongue when Ma applied too much paste on my cheeks.

"Zyada haldi se rang gora nahi ho jaata," she had muttered.

At the mehendi, she complained the designs were not grand enough.

"Sasti mehendi lagayi hai...,"she told her relatives, not even bothering to lower her voice.

Even at the mandap, she had looked away. 

I wasn’t blind to it. I could see how her eyes searched for flaws in every corner—my saree, my jewelry, the sweets, the rituals. As if waiting for proof that I was not worthy of this home, of her only son.

It hurt. Not because I was ashamed of where I came from, but because I hadn’t even been given a chance. In her eyes, I was already less.

And now, this was to be my home. Her house, her rules, her son… and me—a girl who had never thought her wedding would feel like this. 

The room smelled of roses. Soft lights flickered across the walls, and I sat quietly at the edge of the bed, my veil pulled low. Even the soft jingling of my anklets felt loud in the silence.

I was waiting for Mahendra --- no no my husband actually, to enter and give start to our new life. 

The door creaked open. My heart jumped.

Mahendra stepped in without a word. His footsteps were steady, sure—he wasn't nervous at all. I kept my eyes low, barely able to breathe. He steps into the room, his presence commanding and dominant. His eyes locked on me, filled with lust and desire. 

He closes the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze never leaving my body. I sit on the bed, still wearing my wedding veil, my heart pounding in chest.

He came closer and slowly sat down near my feet. For a moment, he just looked at me, then took out a small velvet box and placed it gently on my palm.

"Yeh tere liye hai, shaadi ka tohfa" he said softly.

I looked at it—gold earrings, delicate and shining. I glanced up at him, surprised.

"Pasand aaya?" he added, his voice calm, warm.

"Jee" I said smiling softly. 

I didn’t know what to say. My fingers trembled slightly as I touched the earrings.

He leaned a little closer.

"Ab tu meri hai, Hansika."

My breath caught in my throat. Before I could respond, he took the box and placed it in side table then gently lifted my chin with his fingers. His touch was warm and dominant.

He reaches out and cups my face gently, his thumb brushing against my cheek before leaning down to kiss me deeply. His lips are firm and hungry against mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth without hesitation. He tastes like wine and manliness.

After breaking the intense kiss, he traces my jawline with his fingertips, then slowly caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. His touch is tender but possessive, making me shiver slightly. 

"Laal jode me ghani sundari laage hai tu," he whispers, his voice deep and raw with desire.

His hands move to the buttons of my blouse, unhooking them one by one with practiced ease. He slides the fabric off my shoulders and down your arms until it falls to the floor. He takes a moment to admire my lace-covered breasts before his fingers reach behind my back to unhook my bra.

"Aaj apni nayi biwi ke chuche chusunga ummmm" 

He leans down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure. 

"Umm ahhh" I moaned and He bites down softly, just enough to make me gasp and arch my back. His other hand cups my breast, massaging it gently while his mouth continues to tease and bite my nipple.

"Biwi ko nanga karke suhagrat banaunga aaj" He straightens up and grips the hem of my lehenga, fastly removing it. He tosses it aside carelessly, leaving me bare except for my wedding underwear. 

He takes a step back to admire the view, his eyes darkening with desire, I shyed away from his eyes. 

"Sharma mat ab. Bhot baar choda hai tujhe, bas aaj ek biwi ke taur par chodunga" 

He said and kicks off his shoes and loosens his ties before hovering over me on the bed. His hand traces down my stomach, fingers hooking into my panties and pulling them down slowly. He positions himself next to me, behind my head while the other guides his hardened cock towards my entrance.

His expression turns intense and dominant. "Zyda chilna mat. Sare mehman hai Ghar mei" He warned and grabs my thighs roughly, pulling me to the edge of the bed. He hooks his fingers in my underwear and tears them off in one swift motion, making me gasp. He spreads my legs wide open without warning or gentleness.

Without warning, he thrusts his thick cock deep inside me, filling me completely. 

"Ahhhhhh jeee" I hissed

"Ahhh madarchod!" He moaned and kissed my lips hungrily. 

His other hand finds my clit, rubbing it roughly in time with his thrusts. He's not gentle - he's fucking me like a man possessed, the bed creaking loudly beneath us. 

"Lund le mera saali ahhhhh apne pati ka lund le ahhhhh ahhh" 

He starts pounding into me aggressively, his hips slamming against mine with each thrust. The sound of skin hitting skin echoes through the room along with my muffled moans and his grunts. 

"Chila mat zyda ahhhh pure Ghar ko batayegi sali ahhhh pati se chud rhi hai ahhhh" he held my lips shut from his palm as he fucks me mercilessly.

He suddenly stops his aggressive thrusts and flips me over onto my stomach abruptly. He pulls my hips back up against him in a spooning position, wrapping one arm around my waist to hold me in place as he enters me from behind. This position allows him to go even deeper and harder.

"Ahhhhh jee dheere toh kijye ahhh!!!!" I murmured and My body tenses beneath him as he continues to pound into me relentlessly. "Woh na hoga ahhhh nikal paani apna saali!!!" His cock fucks me faster, pushing me over the edge. 

I cry out his name loudly as my orgasm hits, waves of pleasure crashing through me. He doesn't stop though - he keeps fucking me harder.

With a growl, he starts fucking me hard and fast from behind, his thick cock slamming in and out of my tight pussy. 

"Ahhhh janwar ban gya hu mai tujhe chodne ke liye Hansika ahhhh ahhh kya chut hai teri ahhhh!!!" He grunted. 

The spooning position allows him to hit new spots inside me, making my legs shake with pleasure.

He pulls out suddenly and flips me around roughly so I was on knees on the bed.

He pushes my upper body down so my breasts are pressed against the mattress. He grabs both my wrists with one hand, holding them firmly behind my back while his other hand grips my hip tightly.

"Ummm ahhh koi sun lega ahhh dhe...eme" I tried to say to him but he spanked my ass. 

As I was still recovering from my orgasm, he reaches around and slaps my ass hard, causing me to yelp in surprise. He continues to fuck me hard, spanking my ass repeatedly with each thrust. 

"Toh chekh mat ahhhh maine nhi rukne wala hu!" 

The sting of his hand against my flesh only adds to the intense pleasure, making me moan louder.

He shoves his big cock back inside me without warning, making me moan loudly.

"Teri chut ko chod ke bhosda bana dunga Aaj Hansika ahhhh ahhhh sali jagad mat mere lund ko ohhhh" he grunted and pinched my nipple brutally. 

He's controlling my entire body now - my wrists trapped in one hand, my hips lifted high by his other hand. He starts hammering into me hard and deep, my breasts bouncing against the bed with each thrust.

"ahhhh bhenchodd teri chut chodne ki aadat nhi jayegi ab ahhhh," he groans loudly, his dirty words vibrating against my ear. 

"ache se chud saali ahhhhh puri chut me ghussa mera lund ahhh." He spanks my ass again, leaving a red handprint. 

He starts fucking me even harder, his thick cock slamming in and out of my pussy with a force that makes the bed shake. 

"Maja aa raha hai na pati se chudwane me!? Bol Hansika!?" His hips slam against my ass with each thrust, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room. He's completely dominant, using my body for his own pleasure.

"Ahhhhh haaan ahhhh aa raha hai!!" I murmured tiredly and his cock twitch in satisfaction. 

"Puri chut geeli ki hui hai Ahhhh chudwa ab geeli chut" he growls, slapping my ass again. 

"Lund pasand aa raha hai na Mera biwi hmmmm?" He pulls my hips back hard, making his thick shaft go deep. 

"Haan...nn jee...?" I nodded and said softly under my huffs. 

He spanks me repeatedly, each slap echoing through the room as he continues to fuck me mercilessly. His dirty talk becomes more intense and degrading with each thrust and spank. "To pura lund le saali ahhhhh chud ache se ahhhh kal uthio mat bistar se ahhh."

With a grunt, he pulls out suddenly and flips me onto back. 

He lifts my legs up and pushes them wide apart, exposing my wet pussy to him. He climbs between my legs and pushes his thick, hard dick back inside me, filling me completely in the missionary position.

He spreads my legs wide open, holding them down by the thighs so I can't close them. He starts pounding into me deeply and slowly in the missionary position, his hands gripping thighs tightly to keep them spread wide open. I can feel every inch of him sliding in and out of my pussy.

"Andar tak ahhh jaa raha hai na madarchod ahhhh pura ched rha hu tujhe! Mehsoos kar ahhhh!!!" He said.

He grabs my ankles and pulls my legs up over his shoulders, opening me up completely. He starts fucking me so deep and hard in this position that it's almost painful. The angle is perfect, hitting in every thrust. He leans down and bites my nipple hard leaving red marks as he fucks me mercilessly.

He starts moving faster and faster, his hips slamming against mine as he fucks me hard and deep. The sound of wet skin hitting skin fills the room along with his grunts and my moans. He's fucking me so fast that the bed is shaking and my body is bouncing with each thrust.

His pace becomes irregular and sloppy. He withdraws almost completely before pushing back in, hitting deep. He does this randomly - slow, fast, deep, shallow. 

"Ahhh bhenchod aane wala hai mera ahhhh ahhh," he groans loudly. He spreads my legs wider apart and pushes deep inside me one last time.

"Madrchod ahhhhh mera ras nikal dia tune ahhhhhh!!!" He releases all his hot, sticky semen deep inside my pussy, filling me up. He keeps pumping slowly, emptying himself completely inside me.

He pulls out slowly, his softening cock sliding out of my pussy with a wet plop. A large amount of his cum leaks out immediately, dripping down my ass and onto the sheets beneath me. He watches as more of his semen slowly oozes out of my stretched open pussy hole.

"Andar hi rakh mera paani apne," he commands in a low, rough voice. Without giving me a moment to recover, he pushes his still semi-hard cock back inside, feeling the mix of cum and me wetness.

"Mmm, aese hi soyenge aaj," he murmurs, his voice getting heavy with sleep. He wraps his arms around me tightly, making sure his cock stays deep inside.

We both fall asleep like that, completely nude and tangled together. His heavy arms encircle my waist possessively, holding me close. His semi-hard dick remains inside my pussy the entire night, occasionally massaging and sucking my boobs. 

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