30-04-2025, 09:26 PM
Afrah sat, stiff, on the cushioned stool as her cousins and friends crowded around her.It was her hladi ceremony . As the haldi paste was applied to her cheeks and arms, she couldn’t shake the cold feeling that spread across her skin. The turmeric’s chill only made the heat between her thighs feel more pronounced. She resisted the urge to squeeze them together, biting her lip as the women continued with their playful chatter.
She had been doing this for weeks now—allowing Vishal’s touch, letting him push her boundaries, yet never fully giving in. But now, sitting in front of her friends and family, she wondered if anyone knew. Did they not notice her missing for few minutes? Did anyone noticed her coming out of that room?
Her cousins giggled, one of them whispering a joke about how her skin would “glow” after today. She clenched her thighs to control her wet pussy.
" I am going to fuck you in that bridal dress of urs Afrah"Vishal words ring in ears.
30 mins ago
She never should have gone upstairs.But with him every experience is thrilling ,she should have resisted not on her sacred days but she went to that room anyway , without anyone noticing.He was there.She shouldn’t be here.
She should be downstairs, sitting with the other women, waiting for them to apply the haldi that would mark her as Sohail’s bride.
As soon as she stepped inside, the door clicked shut behind her.
Afrah: have u gone mad ,it too risky ..
Vishal: that's the fun , besides I couldn't stop myself looking at u in this traditional attire
Her throat felt dry."Vishal, I can’t
"You can. U want to "He took slow, deliberate steps toward her, and her back hit the wall.
"You're about to let them coat your body in turmeric, Afrah," he murmured, his fingers trailing up her bare forearm. "But before that… I want to apply something else on you."
Heat pooled between her thighs.
"Vishal—"
"Sshh." He pressed a single finger against her lips.
She swallowed.
Vishal, please—someone might come—"
His chuckle was dark.
"Oh, someone will come." His lips brushed against her ear. "Then they will witness what you horny little slut u are"Her knees buckled.
Vishal smirked, catching her wrist before she could stumble. And then—he guided her hand downward."You already know what to do, Afrah."Her fingers brushed against the hard ridge beneath his belt.
But—"
"No buts, Afrah." He leaned in, his lips hovering just above hers. "Take it out."
She hesitated.Not because she didn’t want to.
But because she did.Slowly, with trembling fingers, she unbuckled his belt.His zipper slid down, revealing thick, burning hard veiny cock.
And then—he was in her hand.Hot. Heavy. Veined.Her breath hitched
"That’s right," Vishal whispered, guiding her strokes. "All for you, Afrah. Only for you."
He exhaled sharply, his grip tightening in her hair.
"Now, use your mouth."
She knelt in front of him, her trembling fingers brushing against the thick, veiny length standing hard before her. Her face was flawless — fresh makeup done for the haldi ceremony, a soft yellow salwar clinging to her curves, strands of jasmine woven into her hair. The faint scent of sandalwood and rosewater clung to her skin.
She should have been downstairs, surrounded by giggling cousins, waiting for them to smear turmeric on her cheeks. Instead, here she was… staring at his cock like it was the only thing that mattered.Then, her lips parted. Warm, soft, desperate.She took him in.
A sharp inhale. A deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest as her mouth wrapped around his thick, veiny cock. His hips jerked forward, unable to resist the pull of her lips."So good… fuck, so beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough, laced with hunger.
She pulled his cock out of her mouth, gasping for breath, a thin string of spit clinging from her lips to his tip. A pearly bead of precum glistened there — she let it drip down, pooling onto her lips.Eyes wide, soft and hungry, she stared up at him with those doe-like eyes, cheeks flushed, bridal makeup still perfect, yellow dress slipping at the shoulder.His thumb brushed over her lips, gathering the slick mess and precum, then pushed it between her parted lips."Suck it," he said.She closed her lips around his thumb, eyes fluttering as she sucked with obscene, eager lust."Fuck, Afrah," he groaned, his voice strained. "Look at you… my perfect good girl… on her knees for me on her haldi ceremony."
He pulled his cock out of her mouth, a wet gasp escaping her lips like she’d been parted from her favorite toy.Without a word, he slapped his thick, wet cock against her flushed cheek, the slick sound loud in the charged air.
Her makeup smeared slightly, but she didn’t care. If anything, the sting made her moan, eyes fluttering in wanton submission.
"You fucking love that, don’t you?" he growled.
“Suck it properly,” he ordered.“I want to ruin that pretty mouth before Sohail even gets to touch it.”A sharp, shameful ache coiled in her stomach — but it wasn’t disgust. It was heat. A searing, forbidden burn that made her core slick.His words should’ve made her stop. Should’ve made her run downstairs .But here she was. On her knees. Mouth full of hiscock.
"Vishal… please… cum soon,"she whispered between gasping breaths, pretending to beg him to finish, but every slick swirl of her tongue said otherwise.Afrah’s lips stretched around his thick, veiny length, the swollen tip hitting the back of her throat as her tongue teased the sensitive ridge. Precum smeared across her tongue, and she moaned around him.
“Just like that,” he groaned, hips jerking forward. “You filthy little slut… look at you.”And she did — looking up with doe eyes, her bridal makeup smeared, cheeks flushed, a sinful, helpless need written all over her face.His musky scent filled her senses, intoxicating, forbidden.Her fingers curled around the base, stroking him as she bobbed her head, letting him glide deeper into the heat of her mouth.
"Fuck, Afrah," Vishal groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair."You're so fucking good at this."A wicked thrill shot through her. He was loving it.Loving her.His cock throbbed on her tongue, thick veins pulsing beneath her touch.
His hips jerked forward, a deep growl tearing from his throat.
"Afrah—fuck—I’m gonna—"And then it hit her.
A hot, thick rush flooded her mouth, spilling past her lips, trailing down her chin, painting her throat and bare collarbone in white streaks.She gasped around him, startled by how much there was. It dripped, warm and sinful, onto her lap.And then — a wet plop.Her eyes darted down.
No… no no no…
A thick drop had splashed into the haldi bowl beside her.The golden-yellow paste now streaked with white.
Her breath hitched.
"Oh God…"Vishal grinned darkly, watching her panic, her chest heaving, face flushed, lips still parted and glistening.
He crouched, dragging his fingers through the mess on her throat, smearing it deeper into her skin.“Relax,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “A little extra blessing for your big day.”She looked up at him, wide-eyed, breathless.
"Vishal… the haldi—someone will see—”
He just smiles....
Present:
Present – Downstairs, cernomny
Afrah sat on the decorated stool, dbangd in a yellow salwar , surrounded by giggling cousins and aunties. The scent of rosewater, sandalwood, and turmeric filled the air, mixing with the lingering musk of what she had just done. Her thighs clenched together."Oh God…" The haldi bowl was placed before her, its golden paste slightly thicker than usual.
Afrah swallowed hard. "That haldi…"Her eyes flickered to the small streaks of white that had mixed in, vanishing into the yellow.No one had noticed. No one knew. But she knew.Her mother’s hands dipped into the bowl."Bi****h," Ammi murmured, smiling warmly before rubbing the paste onto Afrah’s cheeks.Afrah’s stomach twisted."Oh my God, Ammi is rubbing Vishal’s cum on my face." Her mother’s hands were gentle, loving, as she smeared the mixture down Afrah’s throat, over the very spot where Vishal had held her just minutes ago. Afrah’s breath hitched. The warm, sticky turmeric spread over her collarbone, the very place he had marked her."She’s rubbing his filth onto me… blessing me with it." Her mother smiled. "This will make your skin glow for your wedding day, beta." Afrah’s fingers dug into her lap."I’m glowing already, Ammi." Her cousins laughed, smearing more of the tainted haldi on her arms, her shoulders. The very same haldi that had trickled from Vishal’s cock minutes ago. Her body heated at the memory. "If they only knew." As they rubbed the paste into her bare skin, Afrah bit her lip, holding back a moan. And none of them had any idea.
She had been doing this for weeks now—allowing Vishal’s touch, letting him push her boundaries, yet never fully giving in. But now, sitting in front of her friends and family, she wondered if anyone knew. Did they not notice her missing for few minutes? Did anyone noticed her coming out of that room?
Her cousins giggled, one of them whispering a joke about how her skin would “glow” after today. She clenched her thighs to control her wet pussy.
" I am going to fuck you in that bridal dress of urs Afrah"Vishal words ring in ears.
30 mins ago
She never should have gone upstairs.But with him every experience is thrilling ,she should have resisted not on her sacred days but she went to that room anyway , without anyone noticing.He was there.She shouldn’t be here.
She should be downstairs, sitting with the other women, waiting for them to apply the haldi that would mark her as Sohail’s bride.
As soon as she stepped inside, the door clicked shut behind her.
Afrah: have u gone mad ,it too risky ..
Vishal: that's the fun , besides I couldn't stop myself looking at u in this traditional attire
Her throat felt dry."Vishal, I can’t
"You can. U want to "He took slow, deliberate steps toward her, and her back hit the wall.
"You're about to let them coat your body in turmeric, Afrah," he murmured, his fingers trailing up her bare forearm. "But before that… I want to apply something else on you."
Heat pooled between her thighs.
"Vishal—"
"Sshh." He pressed a single finger against her lips.
She swallowed.
Vishal, please—someone might come—"
His chuckle was dark.
"Oh, someone will come." His lips brushed against her ear. "Then they will witness what you horny little slut u are"Her knees buckled.
Vishal smirked, catching her wrist before she could stumble. And then—he guided her hand downward."You already know what to do, Afrah."Her fingers brushed against the hard ridge beneath his belt.
But—"
"No buts, Afrah." He leaned in, his lips hovering just above hers. "Take it out."
She hesitated.Not because she didn’t want to.
But because she did.Slowly, with trembling fingers, she unbuckled his belt.His zipper slid down, revealing thick, burning hard veiny cock.
And then—he was in her hand.Hot. Heavy. Veined.Her breath hitched
"That’s right," Vishal whispered, guiding her strokes. "All for you, Afrah. Only for you."
He exhaled sharply, his grip tightening in her hair.
"Now, use your mouth."
She knelt in front of him, her trembling fingers brushing against the thick, veiny length standing hard before her. Her face was flawless — fresh makeup done for the haldi ceremony, a soft yellow salwar clinging to her curves, strands of jasmine woven into her hair. The faint scent of sandalwood and rosewater clung to her skin.
She should have been downstairs, surrounded by giggling cousins, waiting for them to smear turmeric on her cheeks. Instead, here she was… staring at his cock like it was the only thing that mattered.Then, her lips parted. Warm, soft, desperate.She took him in.
A sharp inhale. A deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest as her mouth wrapped around his thick, veiny cock. His hips jerked forward, unable to resist the pull of her lips."So good… fuck, so beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough, laced with hunger.
She pulled his cock out of her mouth, gasping for breath, a thin string of spit clinging from her lips to his tip. A pearly bead of precum glistened there — she let it drip down, pooling onto her lips.Eyes wide, soft and hungry, she stared up at him with those doe-like eyes, cheeks flushed, bridal makeup still perfect, yellow dress slipping at the shoulder.His thumb brushed over her lips, gathering the slick mess and precum, then pushed it between her parted lips."Suck it," he said.She closed her lips around his thumb, eyes fluttering as she sucked with obscene, eager lust."Fuck, Afrah," he groaned, his voice strained. "Look at you… my perfect good girl… on her knees for me on her haldi ceremony."
He pulled his cock out of her mouth, a wet gasp escaping her lips like she’d been parted from her favorite toy.Without a word, he slapped his thick, wet cock against her flushed cheek, the slick sound loud in the charged air.
Her makeup smeared slightly, but she didn’t care. If anything, the sting made her moan, eyes fluttering in wanton submission.
"You fucking love that, don’t you?" he growled.
“Suck it properly,” he ordered.“I want to ruin that pretty mouth before Sohail even gets to touch it.”A sharp, shameful ache coiled in her stomach — but it wasn’t disgust. It was heat. A searing, forbidden burn that made her core slick.His words should’ve made her stop. Should’ve made her run downstairs .But here she was. On her knees. Mouth full of hiscock.
"Vishal… please… cum soon,"she whispered between gasping breaths, pretending to beg him to finish, but every slick swirl of her tongue said otherwise.Afrah’s lips stretched around his thick, veiny length, the swollen tip hitting the back of her throat as her tongue teased the sensitive ridge. Precum smeared across her tongue, and she moaned around him.
“Just like that,” he groaned, hips jerking forward. “You filthy little slut… look at you.”And she did — looking up with doe eyes, her bridal makeup smeared, cheeks flushed, a sinful, helpless need written all over her face.His musky scent filled her senses, intoxicating, forbidden.Her fingers curled around the base, stroking him as she bobbed her head, letting him glide deeper into the heat of her mouth.
"Fuck, Afrah," Vishal groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair."You're so fucking good at this."A wicked thrill shot through her. He was loving it.Loving her.His cock throbbed on her tongue, thick veins pulsing beneath her touch.
His hips jerked forward, a deep growl tearing from his throat.
"Afrah—fuck—I’m gonna—"And then it hit her.
A hot, thick rush flooded her mouth, spilling past her lips, trailing down her chin, painting her throat and bare collarbone in white streaks.She gasped around him, startled by how much there was. It dripped, warm and sinful, onto her lap.And then — a wet plop.Her eyes darted down.
No… no no no…
A thick drop had splashed into the haldi bowl beside her.The golden-yellow paste now streaked with white.
Her breath hitched.
"Oh God…"Vishal grinned darkly, watching her panic, her chest heaving, face flushed, lips still parted and glistening.
He crouched, dragging his fingers through the mess on her throat, smearing it deeper into her skin.“Relax,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “A little extra blessing for your big day.”She looked up at him, wide-eyed, breathless.
"Vishal… the haldi—someone will see—”
He just smiles....
Present:
Present – Downstairs, cernomny
Afrah sat on the decorated stool, dbangd in a yellow salwar , surrounded by giggling cousins and aunties. The scent of rosewater, sandalwood, and turmeric filled the air, mixing with the lingering musk of what she had just done. Her thighs clenched together."Oh God…" The haldi bowl was placed before her, its golden paste slightly thicker than usual.
Afrah swallowed hard. "That haldi…"Her eyes flickered to the small streaks of white that had mixed in, vanishing into the yellow.No one had noticed. No one knew. But she knew.Her mother’s hands dipped into the bowl."Bi****h," Ammi murmured, smiling warmly before rubbing the paste onto Afrah’s cheeks.Afrah’s stomach twisted."Oh my God, Ammi is rubbing Vishal’s cum on my face." Her mother’s hands were gentle, loving, as she smeared the mixture down Afrah’s throat, over the very spot where Vishal had held her just minutes ago. Afrah’s breath hitched. The warm, sticky turmeric spread over her collarbone, the very place he had marked her."She’s rubbing his filth onto me… blessing me with it." Her mother smiled. "This will make your skin glow for your wedding day, beta." Afrah’s fingers dug into her lap."I’m glowing already, Ammi." Her cousins laughed, smearing more of the tainted haldi on her arms, her shoulders. The very same haldi that had trickled from Vishal’s cock minutes ago. Her body heated at the memory. "If they only knew." As they rubbed the paste into her bare skin, Afrah bit her lip, holding back a moan. And none of them had any idea.
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