23-11-2022, 03:53 PM
Purva's emotional turbulence
Seeing his nude wife crying like that on the floor did make Mushtaq repent on his actions. He had just slapped his urban housewife left and right roughly and called her cheap names in front of two men. Of course, he was furious with how she spoke to them, without respect, but he certainly felt he could control his anger. He was also of course furious with how she was demanding about Rs. 1000 for each song for dancing in the raand naach. The alcohol in his system let him loose at that moment, and he was kicking himself for humiliating his dear wife in front of the men. Purva seemed to be really emotionally hurt as she cried into the pillow lying on the floor all naked. Mushtaq was now feeling sorry for his whore. He was certainly taken aback by the fact that she was asking money for dancing shamelessly nude on stage in front of the whole slum, but what enraged him was how she demanded it. After all, Hussain was a man of huge stature in the slums and he held great respect for him, and when Purva talked to him in a disrespectful way, he just could not control himself and ended up slapping his wife roughly on her face.
As Purva still lay there naked on the ground crying into the pillow for receiving face slaps from her husband, Mushtaq was really compassionate on her. After all, she only had him to look up to in between all her troubles in the slum. Realising so, he sat down on the floor and touched his wife on her shoulder. "Maaf kar de meri raand, maine tujhe bohot jor se maar diya hai", he said. Purva, who was still crying uncontrollably with her face stuck into the pillow, did not say anything. It was clear that she was really shocked with Mushtaq's rough treatment of her in front of the men who denied her of her money for her nude raand naach on stage. The fact that his docile wife did not care to respond to his true apology told Mushtaq how deeply she was hurt. He then tried his usual trick of trying to sexually stimulate her by massaging her nude ass. Seeing no reaction from Purva to his touch on her sexy ass as she just kept sobbing into the pillow, he used his hands to spread both her butt cheeks wide and spit into her asshole a few times before digging deep into her asshole with his thumb. "Randi kya gaand hai yaar teri", he said with lust. He was of course really turned on, but Purva seemed like she was in no mood to forgive Mushtaq for his actions right then. Apparently, it made no difference to Purva as she kept sobbing without looking at him, and Mushtaq could tell that she was indeed emotionally shocked. "Randi, maaf kar de yaar...aise thodi ki mere se baat hi nhi karegi ab?", he said as he absolutely repented his actions. Even then, Purva did not seem to react as now her sobs seemed to be controlled. She was still crying as was evident from her movements and even Mushtaq's dire attempt of trying to make her feel horny like before, wasn't working out. With no other option, Mushtaq decided to give Purva time to recover from her shock. He had already apologised to her for her actions in front of the men, that had severely hurt her ego, but that was all he could do at that moment. Normally, Purva usually gave up when her husband played with her body, but today it was different. It was clear that she was indeed very upset with Mushtaq's actions and was in no mood to talk to him. Having realised that, Musthaq switched off the lights in the house and went to sleep on the bed while his wife slept naked on the floor. He too was feeling sad for Purva who was still periodically sobbing on the floor, but he decided that the best way to take this thing forward was to talk to his whore in the morning after she finished her duties as the doodhwali and kaamwali.
Purva got up dutifully the next morning at her regular time. As she woke up, she felt it unusual without the familiar feeling of roughness on her tits and the warmth of her husband's manly hands on her boobs. Every night before going to sleep, Mushtaq would fuck her roughly on the bed as he would pinch her tits, slap her face and savage her pussy. Even while sleeping, Mushtaq would tightly hold his wife's boobs in his hands and showered her with his lust. But today, realising that she was sleeping on the floor without her boobs roughly engulfed in the hands of her husband brought Purva to reality as she recollected what had happened last night. She saw Mushtaq asleep on the bed and she developed the usual feeling of kissing her husband in his sleep like she usually did every morning when she woke up. Today though, she tried her best to not do it, as if to satisfy her feminine ego. She knew that her husband was indeed apologetic for slapping her roughly on her face multiple times in front of Hussain and Irfan last night, when Purva asked money for appearing sleazy and dance all naked for the raand naach. But she was indeed really emotionally hurt and she forcefully restrained herself from kissing her husband on his lips during his sleep.
Purva was troubled in multiple ways, as she did not feel good about being in an emotional war with her loving husband. She loved the feeling of always being naked and vulnerable in the house in front of him and loved how romantic it was when Mushtaq would do anything and everything to her while she was naked and he was clothed. It certainly made their bond more special, and having to deny his dear husband her body when he was horny did not feel good to her.
As she did her daily chores, she did realise that Mushtaq must have reacted in the heat of the moment, and she indeed was ready to forgive him, but it did hurt her, that he slapped her in front of those men without any consideration for her feelings. Moreover, she still felt that as a whore, she deserved money for her services as the slum's raandnaach. Hussian has indeed told them earlier that Khan saheb would offer them money for the raand naach, but the way Hussain reacted when Purva demanded money for dancing shamelessly nude for a total of 40 songs on stage made her stubborn towards her goal. She was still in a state of bother though, unsure of how to deal with this matter. She decided that she would open up about all this to dadi maa, who was her only close ally among the slum women and ask for her suggestion in dealing with this issue. With that in mind, Purva put on her daily skirt and bra that showed off almost all of her assets and proceeded to go about her first duty as the slum's doodhwali.
Seeing his nude wife crying like that on the floor did make Mushtaq repent on his actions. He had just slapped his urban housewife left and right roughly and called her cheap names in front of two men. Of course, he was furious with how she spoke to them, without respect, but he certainly felt he could control his anger. He was also of course furious with how she was demanding about Rs. 1000 for each song for dancing in the raand naach. The alcohol in his system let him loose at that moment, and he was kicking himself for humiliating his dear wife in front of the men. Purva seemed to be really emotionally hurt as she cried into the pillow lying on the floor all naked. Mushtaq was now feeling sorry for his whore. He was certainly taken aback by the fact that she was asking money for dancing shamelessly nude on stage in front of the whole slum, but what enraged him was how she demanded it. After all, Hussain was a man of huge stature in the slums and he held great respect for him, and when Purva talked to him in a disrespectful way, he just could not control himself and ended up slapping his wife roughly on her face.
As Purva still lay there naked on the ground crying into the pillow for receiving face slaps from her husband, Mushtaq was really compassionate on her. After all, she only had him to look up to in between all her troubles in the slum. Realising so, he sat down on the floor and touched his wife on her shoulder. "Maaf kar de meri raand, maine tujhe bohot jor se maar diya hai", he said. Purva, who was still crying uncontrollably with her face stuck into the pillow, did not say anything. It was clear that she was really shocked with Mushtaq's rough treatment of her in front of the men who denied her of her money for her nude raand naach on stage. The fact that his docile wife did not care to respond to his true apology told Mushtaq how deeply she was hurt. He then tried his usual trick of trying to sexually stimulate her by massaging her nude ass. Seeing no reaction from Purva to his touch on her sexy ass as she just kept sobbing into the pillow, he used his hands to spread both her butt cheeks wide and spit into her asshole a few times before digging deep into her asshole with his thumb. "Randi kya gaand hai yaar teri", he said with lust. He was of course really turned on, but Purva seemed like she was in no mood to forgive Mushtaq for his actions right then. Apparently, it made no difference to Purva as she kept sobbing without looking at him, and Mushtaq could tell that she was indeed emotionally shocked. "Randi, maaf kar de yaar...aise thodi ki mere se baat hi nhi karegi ab?", he said as he absolutely repented his actions. Even then, Purva did not seem to react as now her sobs seemed to be controlled. She was still crying as was evident from her movements and even Mushtaq's dire attempt of trying to make her feel horny like before, wasn't working out. With no other option, Mushtaq decided to give Purva time to recover from her shock. He had already apologised to her for her actions in front of the men, that had severely hurt her ego, but that was all he could do at that moment. Normally, Purva usually gave up when her husband played with her body, but today it was different. It was clear that she was indeed very upset with Mushtaq's actions and was in no mood to talk to him. Having realised that, Musthaq switched off the lights in the house and went to sleep on the bed while his wife slept naked on the floor. He too was feeling sad for Purva who was still periodically sobbing on the floor, but he decided that the best way to take this thing forward was to talk to his whore in the morning after she finished her duties as the doodhwali and kaamwali.
Purva got up dutifully the next morning at her regular time. As she woke up, she felt it unusual without the familiar feeling of roughness on her tits and the warmth of her husband's manly hands on her boobs. Every night before going to sleep, Mushtaq would fuck her roughly on the bed as he would pinch her tits, slap her face and savage her pussy. Even while sleeping, Mushtaq would tightly hold his wife's boobs in his hands and showered her with his lust. But today, realising that she was sleeping on the floor without her boobs roughly engulfed in the hands of her husband brought Purva to reality as she recollected what had happened last night. She saw Mushtaq asleep on the bed and she developed the usual feeling of kissing her husband in his sleep like she usually did every morning when she woke up. Today though, she tried her best to not do it, as if to satisfy her feminine ego. She knew that her husband was indeed apologetic for slapping her roughly on her face multiple times in front of Hussain and Irfan last night, when Purva asked money for appearing sleazy and dance all naked for the raand naach. But she was indeed really emotionally hurt and she forcefully restrained herself from kissing her husband on his lips during his sleep.
Purva was troubled in multiple ways, as she did not feel good about being in an emotional war with her loving husband. She loved the feeling of always being naked and vulnerable in the house in front of him and loved how romantic it was when Mushtaq would do anything and everything to her while she was naked and he was clothed. It certainly made their bond more special, and having to deny his dear husband her body when he was horny did not feel good to her.
As she did her daily chores, she did realise that Mushtaq must have reacted in the heat of the moment, and she indeed was ready to forgive him, but it did hurt her, that he slapped her in front of those men without any consideration for her feelings. Moreover, she still felt that as a whore, she deserved money for her services as the slum's raandnaach. Hussian has indeed told them earlier that Khan saheb would offer them money for the raand naach, but the way Hussain reacted when Purva demanded money for dancing shamelessly nude for a total of 40 songs on stage made her stubborn towards her goal. She was still in a state of bother though, unsure of how to deal with this matter. She decided that she would open up about all this to dadi maa, who was her only close ally among the slum women and ask for her suggestion in dealing with this issue. With that in mind, Purva put on her daily skirt and bra that showed off almost all of her assets and proceeded to go about her first duty as the slum's doodhwali.
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