03-02-2025, 11:14 AM
Birju's face falls. He didn't expect her to react this way. He tries to comfort her, pulling her close and stroking her hair. "Hey, don't say that. You're not a slut. It's just sex. A natural thing between a man and a woman." But his words fall flat, unable to penetrate the wall of guilt and shame that Garima has erected around herself.
Meanwhile, Pratap, waiting outside the door, hears the muffled sounds of their argument through the panels. He can tell that Garima is upset and that she doesn't want Birju to touch her anymore.
He hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. He had originally planned on coming in and taking advantage of her himself, but now that she seems to be regretting her actions, he wonders if there might be another way to fuck her.
As he listens to their muffled argument through the door, he gets an idea. He slowly backs away from the door and quietly leaves the room, making his way to the front of the house. There, he finds the front door and cautiously knocks on it.
The sound of the knocking interrupts their argument, and Garima's head snaps up, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Kaun He" Birju calls out, sitting up in bed. He glances nervously at Garima, who is still lying there, curled up into a ball, sobbing quietly.
Pratap pushes the door open, revealing his broad frame in the doorway. Garima's heart leaps into her throat, as she takes in the sight of him.
She's been so focused on Birju and her own guilt, that she hadn't even considered the possibility of someone else walking in on them. Now, as Pratap stands there, his eyes traveling over her and Birju, she feels an entirely new wave of panic wash over her.
Pratap's expression is unreadable, as he takes in the scene before him. Garima's body is still curled up, naked and exposed, while Birju sits up in the bed, looking shocked, as this wasn't part of their plan. The air in the room feels thick with tension, and Garima can't help but wonder what Pratap will do next.
As if sensing her fear, Pratap steps further into the room, his gaze lingering on her. . Garima's breath hitches in her throat, as he approaches the bed.
"lagata hai ye shahar kee ladakiyaan phoohad hain jaisa ki kaha jaata hai. shaadee mein aaee hain lekin dulhan ke aane se pahale hee mastee kar rahee hain."
Pratap smirks, taking in the sight of Garima and Birju. "chinta mat karo, main kisee ko nahin bataoonga."
and then added "agar...."
He climbs onto the bed, his eyes locked on Garima's exposed body.
Meanwhile, Pratap, waiting outside the door, hears the muffled sounds of their argument through the panels. He can tell that Garima is upset and that she doesn't want Birju to touch her anymore.
He hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. He had originally planned on coming in and taking advantage of her himself, but now that she seems to be regretting her actions, he wonders if there might be another way to fuck her.
As he listens to their muffled argument through the door, he gets an idea. He slowly backs away from the door and quietly leaves the room, making his way to the front of the house. There, he finds the front door and cautiously knocks on it.
The sound of the knocking interrupts their argument, and Garima's head snaps up, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Kaun He" Birju calls out, sitting up in bed. He glances nervously at Garima, who is still lying there, curled up into a ball, sobbing quietly.
Pratap pushes the door open, revealing his broad frame in the doorway. Garima's heart leaps into her throat, as she takes in the sight of him.
She's been so focused on Birju and her own guilt, that she hadn't even considered the possibility of someone else walking in on them. Now, as Pratap stands there, his eyes traveling over her and Birju, she feels an entirely new wave of panic wash over her.
Pratap's expression is unreadable, as he takes in the scene before him. Garima's body is still curled up, naked and exposed, while Birju sits up in the bed, looking shocked, as this wasn't part of their plan. The air in the room feels thick with tension, and Garima can't help but wonder what Pratap will do next.
As if sensing her fear, Pratap steps further into the room, his gaze lingering on her. . Garima's breath hitches in her throat, as he approaches the bed.
"lagata hai ye shahar kee ladakiyaan phoohad hain jaisa ki kaha jaata hai. shaadee mein aaee hain lekin dulhan ke aane se pahale hee mastee kar rahee hain."
Pratap smirks, taking in the sight of Garima and Birju. "chinta mat karo, main kisee ko nahin bataoonga."
and then added "agar...."
He climbs onto the bed, his eyes locked on Garima's exposed body.
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