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Nisha's in laws attitude towards her become changed. Her father in law take the picture of the news from the news paper and posted in their family group with proud. Her mother in law arranged tasty food for her lunch. Nisha become happy but she felt something is missing in her life. She wanted to fly. But she cant now. Her husband's home is like a cage. Before she was completely locked in the cage. But now she have freedom to come out the cage but her wings tied with rope. This is the condition. While scrolling her private instagram page she see her friends posted pictures in modern dress and explore the new places alone, with husband or with friends. But here she is in salwar kameez and bangles in her wrist.
She felt Jelous on them, especially with her best friend Dr. Anjali. Anjali posted her chilling moment with her husband in instagram, Posted pictures in modern dress, once she posted beach bikini pictures while they enjoying vacation at goa. She really fest jealous on Dr Anjali. Her husband Joshi also like to see her in modern attire, but he was helpless. He followed his parents rules and instruction. She remember he was very happy when see her in jeans shorts and sports bra while she wear in their honeymoon. He took pics in his DSLR camera. That was her modern outfit after marriage and she posted in her insta to show her friends. But that was last time.
Nisha felt trapped, but she knew she had to find a way to break free. Her mind raced with thoughts as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. How could she keep her spirit alive in this stifling environment? She love her husband Joshi very much. So she adjusted everything.
Next 7 days passed. Her pussy is ready to be fucked. On that evening when she came back from office, Joshi give her a knowing smile. Her face become red and blushed. Later that night, after dinner both Nisha and Joshi went in their bedroom. When they reached their room, she see a gift box on the bed. She was shocked. She never expected this. She took the box and open it. Inside there was a red transparent nighty with red bra and panty. She looked at him with a blushed smile. She know what he want. Nisha took the dress and went to bathroom. She wore the dress. She removed her traditional salwar kamiz and put in the cloth bin. When she came out she felt like a new born babe. She felt sexy and desirable.
Joshi's eyes widened when he saw her in that dress. He couldnt hold his temptation anymore. He approached her and kissed her deeply. Nisha melted in his arms. He lifted her in his arm and take her to their bed. He make her lay on the bed and looked at her from head to toe in her short transparent nighty.
With trembling hands, he started to unbutton her nighty. She closed her eyes in anticipation, feeling the cool fabric of her dress brushing against her skin as it slipped away. He kissed her neck, his breath hot against her skin. Nisha arched her back, her heart racing as he moved his mouth lower, tracing the line of her collarbone.
The sound of the fabric hitting the floor was like a whisper in the stillness of the room. She was exposed to him, vulnerable and desperate for his touch. He took his time, exploring her body with his eyes, his hands, his mouth. Each touch was a declaration of his love, his acceptance of her as she truly was.
He reached for her breasts, cupping them gently through the red lace of her bra. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and she moaned softly. He kissed each one, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peaks until she was writhing with need. He pulled away the flimsy barrier and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping until she was begging for more.
The anticipation was killing her. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the wetness that signaled her readiness. She reached down and slid her hand over her panties, her fingers slipping under the fabric to touch herself. She was slick and ready, her body aching for him.
Joshi watched her for a moment, his eyes dark with desire. Then, with a low groan, he stood up and removed his own clothes. His body was lean and muscular, a testament to his dedication at the gym. Nisha's eyes wandered over him, taking in every inch before settling on the one place she craved his touch the most.
He joined her on the bed, his skin hot against hers. They kissed again, their tongues dancing together in a passionate duet. His hand found hers, guiding it to his hardness. She stroked him, her hand moving in slow, deliberate motions that had him groaning into her mouth.
Finally, he couldn't wait any longer. He pushed her panties aside and positioned himself at her entrance. She was not much wet. SHe felt pain in her pussy. Seeing her face expression he understand she need his tongue in her pussy. He bent down and licked her pussy. She felt a wave of pleasure rushing through her body. She was getting wet. Her moans grew louder as he explored her with his tongue, tasting her desire. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he devoured her, his tongue dipping and swirling with a hunger that matched her own.
Her legs trembled, and she reached down to grasp his hair, pulling him closer. He responded eagerly, his tongue delving deeper, finding her clit and teasing it mercilessly. She arched her back, her hips bucking against his face, as the first orgasm of the night began to build within her. He didn't relent, his movements growing more urgent as he felt her body tighten around him.
When she finally came, it was with a cry that echoed through the room. Her body convulsed with pleasure, her juices coating his face. He looked up at her, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and she knew that he was far from finished. He kissed his way back up her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake.
Her chest heaved with each breath, her heart racing in the aftermath of her climax. But she could see the need in his eyes, and she knew she wanted more. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, urging him to enter her. He positioned himself again, and with one swift movement, he slid into her wetness.
The feeling was exquisite, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that made her gasp. He filled her completely with his 6" cock, stretching her in a way that made her feel both cherished and claimed. He began to move, his rhythm slow and deliberate, building the tension once again.
Their eyes locked as they moved together, their bodies speaking a language that transcended words. She felt a new connection with him, a bond that was both physical and emotional. Each thrust was a declaration of his love, each gasp of pleasure a response that echoed in her soul.
They moved in harmony, their bodies speaking a silent symphony of passion. The tension grew, the room filling with the sound of their ragged breaths and the slap of skin against skin. Nisha could feel another orgasm approaching, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to consume her.
And when it finally crashed over her, she was lost in it. Her body spasmed around him, her nails digging into his back as she cried out his name. He followed her over the edge, finally he reached his climax. He sensed that and increased his speed and before ejaculated he removed his cock from her pussy and came all over her stomach and breasts. She looked down at herself, covered in their love, and felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
They lay there for a moment, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined in the mess of passion. Then, with a chuckle, Joshi leaned over to kiss her, tasting himself on her lips. Nisha giggled, feeling the sticky warmth between her breasts. It was a moment of pure intimacy, a reminder of the love that had brought them together.
Both are satisfied after a long period. She rested her face on his chest. After some times she become normal and she understand that her body need more. She looked at Joshi. but she see that he is iņ sleep. Small snoring sound escaped from his mouth. She kissed him on his cheeks and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. He mumbled something in his sleep and wrapped his arms tighter around her.
Nisha felt a strange mix of emotions - love, lust, and a hint of frustration. But she knew she had to be patient. This was a battle she had to win, not just for herself, but for the future of their marriage. She had to show him that she could be the traditional wife as his parents wanted and the modern woman she was.
Next day night she was ready for him by wearing a modern blue lingerie on her milky white body. When he came in the room, she was sat on the bed in the towel. Seeing him she stood up undid the towel. Seeing his sexy goddess in that blue lingerie he was spellbound. She walked closer to him and whispered, "do you like it Joshi?" He nodded without saying a word. She knew that look in his eyes, that hunger for her. He unlocked his phone hold in his hand and open the camera. He told her, "I want to capture this moment forever."
Nisha felt both thrilled and a bit nervous as the camera's shutter clicked away, capturing her in various seductive poses. But the excitement of pushing boundaries and the thrill of their secret rebellion against the stifling expectations of their families only added to the intensity of their desire. She watched him, his eyes devouring her, and knew that she had him hooked.
After the photoshoot, He undressed himself and walked near her and captured selfie with her. This is for my lon time dear to relax. Joshi winked at his wife Nisha. They both laughed together. He sat on the bed and pulled her closer and kissed her deeply. Their kisses grew more passionate as they touched each other's bodies, the blue lingerie a stark contrast against the white bed sheets.
Joshi's hands traced the curves of her waist, his fingers sliding under the fabric to caress her soft skin. Nisha felt a shiver run down her spine as he unclipped her bra, letting her breasts fall free. He took his time to kiss and nibble on her nipples, feeling them harden against his tongue. She moaned softly, arching her back, inviting him to explore more of her body.
He slid the lingerie down her legs, revealing her completely to him. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty before him, his eyes roving over her curves, the way the light played with her skin. He leaned in, kissing her belly button, his tongue making slow, teasing circles around it. Nisha's breath hitched, and she felt her legs tremble with anticipation.
He stood up, pulling her into his arms, and carried her to the bed. Laying her down, he took a moment to admire her, the softness of her skin, the way her eyes sparkled with desire. He positioned himself between her legs, his erection pressing against her wetness. He paused, looking into her eyes, seeking her consent. Nisha nodded eagerly, her heart racing with anticipation.
When he is about to push in............ "Joshiiiiii.............. sonnn............." They heard the screaming sound of Joshi's mother from ground floor. It was like a cold shower, breaking the passionate spell they were under. They quickly jumped apart and rushed to dress up. Nisha's heart was racing with both excitement and fear of being caught.
As they descended the stairs, her mother-in-law looked up, worry etched on her face. "Joshi, your father no responed. We need to take him to the hospital," she said, trying to catch her breath. Nisha felt a pang of guilt for the timing of their romantic interlude, but there was no time for that now. They had to act fast.
Joshi's father was lay on the bed, his complexion pale. Nisha could see the concern in her husband's eyes as he took his father's pulse. "Let's go, now," he said, his voice firm and filled with urgency. Nisha took the car key, Joshi lift his father in his hand and they rushed out of the house.
The drive to the hospital was fraught with tension, the quiet punctuated only by the sound of her father-in-law's labored breathing. Nisha's mind raced, her thoughts jumbled with fear for his health and regret for the time they had wasted in the bedroom. The neon lights of the hospital loomed ahead, a stark reminder of the harsh realities that often interrupted moments of passion.
In the emergency room, the doctors and nurses moved with swift efficiency, their faces a blur of white coats and concerned expressions. They whisked him away, leaving Nisha and Joshi in a cold, sterile waiting room. The gravity of the situation settled on them like a heavy blanket.
As the hours ticked by, Nisha held onto her husband's hand, their unspoken fears a palpable presence in the air. The chill of the hospital seeped into her bones, but it was nothing compared to the cold reality that life had just thrown their way. They sat in silence, the only sound the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor echoing in the background.
The doctor finally emerged, his expression serious but not grim. "He's had a mild heart attack," he said, his voice calm and measured. "We need to keep him under observation for a few days, but he should make a full recovery."
Nisha felt a wave of relief wash over her, mingled with a profound sense of guilt.
Nisha pressed Joshi's hand and looked at her mother in law sat other side of her. She leaned towards Nisha and cried. Nisha consoled her with a gentle pat, feeling the weight of her in-laws' fear and pain.
Nisha's in laws attitude towards her become changed. Her father in law take the picture of the news from the news paper and posted in their family group with proud. Her mother in law arranged tasty food for her lunch. Nisha become happy but she felt something is missing in her life. She wanted to fly. But she cant now. Her husband's home is like a cage. Before she was completely locked in the cage. But now she have freedom to come out the cage but her wings tied with rope. This is the condition. While scrolling her private instagram page she see her friends posted pictures in modern dress and explore the new places alone, with husband or with friends. But here she is in salwar kameez and bangles in her wrist.
She felt Jelous on them, especially with her best friend Dr. Anjali. Anjali posted her chilling moment with her husband in instagram, Posted pictures in modern dress, once she posted beach bikini pictures while they enjoying vacation at goa. She really fest jealous on Dr Anjali. Her husband Joshi also like to see her in modern attire, but he was helpless. He followed his parents rules and instruction. She remember he was very happy when see her in jeans shorts and sports bra while she wear in their honeymoon. He took pics in his DSLR camera. That was her modern outfit after marriage and she posted in her insta to show her friends. But that was last time.
Nisha felt trapped, but she knew she had to find a way to break free. Her mind raced with thoughts as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. How could she keep her spirit alive in this stifling environment? She love her husband Joshi very much. So she adjusted everything.
Next 7 days passed. Her pussy is ready to be fucked. On that evening when she came back from office, Joshi give her a knowing smile. Her face become red and blushed. Later that night, after dinner both Nisha and Joshi went in their bedroom. When they reached their room, she see a gift box on the bed. She was shocked. She never expected this. She took the box and open it. Inside there was a red transparent nighty with red bra and panty. She looked at him with a blushed smile. She know what he want. Nisha took the dress and went to bathroom. She wore the dress. She removed her traditional salwar kamiz and put in the cloth bin. When she came out she felt like a new born babe. She felt sexy and desirable.
Joshi's eyes widened when he saw her in that dress. He couldnt hold his temptation anymore. He approached her and kissed her deeply. Nisha melted in his arms. He lifted her in his arm and take her to their bed. He make her lay on the bed and looked at her from head to toe in her short transparent nighty.
With trembling hands, he started to unbutton her nighty. She closed her eyes in anticipation, feeling the cool fabric of her dress brushing against her skin as it slipped away. He kissed her neck, his breath hot against her skin. Nisha arched her back, her heart racing as he moved his mouth lower, tracing the line of her collarbone.
The sound of the fabric hitting the floor was like a whisper in the stillness of the room. She was exposed to him, vulnerable and desperate for his touch. He took his time, exploring her body with his eyes, his hands, his mouth. Each touch was a declaration of his love, his acceptance of her as she truly was.
He reached for her breasts, cupping them gently through the red lace of her bra. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and she moaned softly. He kissed each one, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peaks until she was writhing with need. He pulled away the flimsy barrier and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping until she was begging for more.
The anticipation was killing her. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the wetness that signaled her readiness. She reached down and slid her hand over her panties, her fingers slipping under the fabric to touch herself. She was slick and ready, her body aching for him.
Joshi watched her for a moment, his eyes dark with desire. Then, with a low groan, he stood up and removed his own clothes. His body was lean and muscular, a testament to his dedication at the gym. Nisha's eyes wandered over him, taking in every inch before settling on the one place she craved his touch the most.
He joined her on the bed, his skin hot against hers. They kissed again, their tongues dancing together in a passionate duet. His hand found hers, guiding it to his hardness. She stroked him, her hand moving in slow, deliberate motions that had him groaning into her mouth.
Finally, he couldn't wait any longer. He pushed her panties aside and positioned himself at her entrance. She was not much wet. SHe felt pain in her pussy. Seeing her face expression he understand she need his tongue in her pussy. He bent down and licked her pussy. She felt a wave of pleasure rushing through her body. She was getting wet. Her moans grew louder as he explored her with his tongue, tasting her desire. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he devoured her, his tongue dipping and swirling with a hunger that matched her own.
Her legs trembled, and she reached down to grasp his hair, pulling him closer. He responded eagerly, his tongue delving deeper, finding her clit and teasing it mercilessly. She arched her back, her hips bucking against his face, as the first orgasm of the night began to build within her. He didn't relent, his movements growing more urgent as he felt her body tighten around him.
When she finally came, it was with a cry that echoed through the room. Her body convulsed with pleasure, her juices coating his face. He looked up at her, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and she knew that he was far from finished. He kissed his way back up her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake.
Her chest heaved with each breath, her heart racing in the aftermath of her climax. But she could see the need in his eyes, and she knew she wanted more. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, urging him to enter her. He positioned himself again, and with one swift movement, he slid into her wetness.
The feeling was exquisite, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that made her gasp. He filled her completely with his 6" cock, stretching her in a way that made her feel both cherished and claimed. He began to move, his rhythm slow and deliberate, building the tension once again.
Their eyes locked as they moved together, their bodies speaking a language that transcended words. She felt a new connection with him, a bond that was both physical and emotional. Each thrust was a declaration of his love, each gasp of pleasure a response that echoed in her soul.
They moved in harmony, their bodies speaking a silent symphony of passion. The tension grew, the room filling with the sound of their ragged breaths and the slap of skin against skin. Nisha could feel another orgasm approaching, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to consume her.
And when it finally crashed over her, she was lost in it. Her body spasmed around him, her nails digging into his back as she cried out his name. He followed her over the edge, finally he reached his climax. He sensed that and increased his speed and before ejaculated he removed his cock from her pussy and came all over her stomach and breasts. She looked down at herself, covered in their love, and felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
They lay there for a moment, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined in the mess of passion. Then, with a chuckle, Joshi leaned over to kiss her, tasting himself on her lips. Nisha giggled, feeling the sticky warmth between her breasts. It was a moment of pure intimacy, a reminder of the love that had brought them together.
Both are satisfied after a long period. She rested her face on his chest. After some times she become normal and she understand that her body need more. She looked at Joshi. but she see that he is iņ sleep. Small snoring sound escaped from his mouth. She kissed him on his cheeks and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. He mumbled something in his sleep and wrapped his arms tighter around her.
Nisha felt a strange mix of emotions - love, lust, and a hint of frustration. But she knew she had to be patient. This was a battle she had to win, not just for herself, but for the future of their marriage. She had to show him that she could be the traditional wife as his parents wanted and the modern woman she was.
Next day night she was ready for him by wearing a modern blue lingerie on her milky white body. When he came in the room, she was sat on the bed in the towel. Seeing him she stood up undid the towel. Seeing his sexy goddess in that blue lingerie he was spellbound. She walked closer to him and whispered, "do you like it Joshi?" He nodded without saying a word. She knew that look in his eyes, that hunger for her. He unlocked his phone hold in his hand and open the camera. He told her, "I want to capture this moment forever."
Nisha felt both thrilled and a bit nervous as the camera's shutter clicked away, capturing her in various seductive poses. But the excitement of pushing boundaries and the thrill of their secret rebellion against the stifling expectations of their families only added to the intensity of their desire. She watched him, his eyes devouring her, and knew that she had him hooked.
After the photoshoot, He undressed himself and walked near her and captured selfie with her. This is for my lon time dear to relax. Joshi winked at his wife Nisha. They both laughed together. He sat on the bed and pulled her closer and kissed her deeply. Their kisses grew more passionate as they touched each other's bodies, the blue lingerie a stark contrast against the white bed sheets.
Joshi's hands traced the curves of her waist, his fingers sliding under the fabric to caress her soft skin. Nisha felt a shiver run down her spine as he unclipped her bra, letting her breasts fall free. He took his time to kiss and nibble on her nipples, feeling them harden against his tongue. She moaned softly, arching her back, inviting him to explore more of her body.
He slid the lingerie down her legs, revealing her completely to him. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty before him, his eyes roving over her curves, the way the light played with her skin. He leaned in, kissing her belly button, his tongue making slow, teasing circles around it. Nisha's breath hitched, and she felt her legs tremble with anticipation.
He stood up, pulling her into his arms, and carried her to the bed. Laying her down, he took a moment to admire her, the softness of her skin, the way her eyes sparkled with desire. He positioned himself between her legs, his erection pressing against her wetness. He paused, looking into her eyes, seeking her consent. Nisha nodded eagerly, her heart racing with anticipation.
When he is about to push in............ "Joshiiiiii.............. sonnn............." They heard the screaming sound of Joshi's mother from ground floor. It was like a cold shower, breaking the passionate spell they were under. They quickly jumped apart and rushed to dress up. Nisha's heart was racing with both excitement and fear of being caught.
As they descended the stairs, her mother-in-law looked up, worry etched on her face. "Joshi, your father no responed. We need to take him to the hospital," she said, trying to catch her breath. Nisha felt a pang of guilt for the timing of their romantic interlude, but there was no time for that now. They had to act fast.
Joshi's father was lay on the bed, his complexion pale. Nisha could see the concern in her husband's eyes as he took his father's pulse. "Let's go, now," he said, his voice firm and filled with urgency. Nisha took the car key, Joshi lift his father in his hand and they rushed out of the house.
The drive to the hospital was fraught with tension, the quiet punctuated only by the sound of her father-in-law's labored breathing. Nisha's mind raced, her thoughts jumbled with fear for his health and regret for the time they had wasted in the bedroom. The neon lights of the hospital loomed ahead, a stark reminder of the harsh realities that often interrupted moments of passion.
In the emergency room, the doctors and nurses moved with swift efficiency, their faces a blur of white coats and concerned expressions. They whisked him away, leaving Nisha and Joshi in a cold, sterile waiting room. The gravity of the situation settled on them like a heavy blanket.
As the hours ticked by, Nisha held onto her husband's hand, their unspoken fears a palpable presence in the air. The chill of the hospital seeped into her bones, but it was nothing compared to the cold reality that life had just thrown their way. They sat in silence, the only sound the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor echoing in the background.
The doctor finally emerged, his expression serious but not grim. "He's had a mild heart attack," he said, his voice calm and measured. "We need to keep him under observation for a few days, but he should make a full recovery."
Nisha felt a wave of relief wash over her, mingled with a profound sense of guilt.
Nisha pressed Joshi's hand and looked at her mother in law sat other side of her. She leaned towards Nisha and cried. Nisha consoled her with a gentle pat, feeling the weight of her in-laws' fear and pain.
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