08-11-2022, 11:45 AM
Purva is told her place by the slum women.
The next morning, Purva woke up first. The time on the clock said 7 am. she was tightly surrounded in the clutches of Mushtaq, so she slowly got out of it lest she wake him up. Her boobs were all red with marks from her husband’s fingers. Of course, during the night, Mushtaq would tightly grab his wife boobs, and this was bound to happen everyday she thought. Purva then went on to do her daily chores. Mushtaq had commanded her that she shouldn’t brush her teeth before he did, and she was also not allowed to wash her face without his permission. So she skipped both. She was feeling a little clumsy now, as she hadn’t had a bath yesterday. Added to that was all the nasty things that had been done to her by her husband as well as the two lads yesterday. She began to feel the smell of sweat emanating from her body, which her husband had mentioned that he dearly loved. He called it swachh sugandh or the natural aroma that he wanted this wife to possess and that’s why he had commanded her not to take a bath until he said so. She also checked her armpits and observed that hair was growing at a good pace. She too, like her husband, started to believe that sweat would induce more hair growth. At this rate, she would grow a lot of hair in her armpits, and she began to wonder how ridiculous it would make her look with so much hair there, but none in her pussy.
Mushtaq usually woke up at around 8 am. So she had some time to quickly get all the things ready for the morning ritual. Yesterday, Mushtaq told Purva where she would need to go to get milk while returning from the market. So, she kissed on her husband’s check as he was still asleep. She then opened the door still naked and quickly put on the transparent burkha. She received a couple of stares from random people, but it wasn’t a big deal. The burkha hid nothing anyway so she was naked anyway for all practical purposes. She closed the door behind her, locking it and then set off for buying milk with a can in her hand. While walking on the road, she was greeted with whistles and comments from the passersby. Mostly, they consisted of the working young and the old men who took a stroll in the early hours. The road to the milk booth was probably about half a kilometer. Mushtaq had said that he didn’t mind accompanying her for getting the milk by riding her on his cycle, but she denied his help. She said that she wanted to prepare the ritual Mushtaq had planned, before he woke up and that the ritual would be the first thing that Mushtaq would do.
As she neared the milk booth, she saw that the line in the queue was pretty long. All of them were women from the households who were waiting similarly like purva with a can in their hands. As she walked towards the queue, the women started murmuring much to Purva’s embarrassment. She could see the looks of disgust on each of the woman’s faces as the news of Purva’s arrival in the next to nothing outfit had traveled across the queue, as all of them turned behind and gave her that look. Purva did as much as placing the can in front of her vagina so at least her pussy was covered. As she joined the line, the murmuring was more evident. Purva tried to be as casual as possible giving the impression that she really did not care, but deep inside she was slightly concerned with the expressions the women bore on their faces when they saw her in the nude outfit. Of course all of the women were also from the slums, but they were of course conservatively dressed. Most of them were wearing sarees, and a couple of them burkhas, while Purva was virtually naked under the transparent burkha.
The next morning, Purva woke up first. The time on the clock said 7 am. she was tightly surrounded in the clutches of Mushtaq, so she slowly got out of it lest she wake him up. Her boobs were all red with marks from her husband’s fingers. Of course, during the night, Mushtaq would tightly grab his wife boobs, and this was bound to happen everyday she thought. Purva then went on to do her daily chores. Mushtaq had commanded her that she shouldn’t brush her teeth before he did, and she was also not allowed to wash her face without his permission. So she skipped both. She was feeling a little clumsy now, as she hadn’t had a bath yesterday. Added to that was all the nasty things that had been done to her by her husband as well as the two lads yesterday. She began to feel the smell of sweat emanating from her body, which her husband had mentioned that he dearly loved. He called it swachh sugandh or the natural aroma that he wanted this wife to possess and that’s why he had commanded her not to take a bath until he said so. She also checked her armpits and observed that hair was growing at a good pace. She too, like her husband, started to believe that sweat would induce more hair growth. At this rate, she would grow a lot of hair in her armpits, and she began to wonder how ridiculous it would make her look with so much hair there, but none in her pussy.
Mushtaq usually woke up at around 8 am. So she had some time to quickly get all the things ready for the morning ritual. Yesterday, Mushtaq told Purva where she would need to go to get milk while returning from the market. So, she kissed on her husband’s check as he was still asleep. She then opened the door still naked and quickly put on the transparent burkha. She received a couple of stares from random people, but it wasn’t a big deal. The burkha hid nothing anyway so she was naked anyway for all practical purposes. She closed the door behind her, locking it and then set off for buying milk with a can in her hand. While walking on the road, she was greeted with whistles and comments from the passersby. Mostly, they consisted of the working young and the old men who took a stroll in the early hours. The road to the milk booth was probably about half a kilometer. Mushtaq had said that he didn’t mind accompanying her for getting the milk by riding her on his cycle, but she denied his help. She said that she wanted to prepare the ritual Mushtaq had planned, before he woke up and that the ritual would be the first thing that Mushtaq would do.
As she neared the milk booth, she saw that the line in the queue was pretty long. All of them were women from the households who were waiting similarly like purva with a can in their hands. As she walked towards the queue, the women started murmuring much to Purva’s embarrassment. She could see the looks of disgust on each of the woman’s faces as the news of Purva’s arrival in the next to nothing outfit had traveled across the queue, as all of them turned behind and gave her that look. Purva did as much as placing the can in front of her vagina so at least her pussy was covered. As she joined the line, the murmuring was more evident. Purva tried to be as casual as possible giving the impression that she really did not care, but deep inside she was slightly concerned with the expressions the women bore on their faces when they saw her in the nude outfit. Of course all of the women were also from the slums, but they were of course conservatively dressed. Most of them were wearing sarees, and a couple of them burkhas, while Purva was virtually naked under the transparent burkha.
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