divya

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‎ Days passed normally.

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‎Divya and Ranjith went to their jobs daily. Divya taught in convent with full dedication. Children loved her.
‎Teachers praised her. She got good name — “Bahut achhi teacher hai Divya madam.” She smiled outside.
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‎Ranjith busy in polic.e work.
‎Every two days he went to city for meetings with senior officers. Long hours. Late nights. He came home tired. Ate dinner. Slept early. No time for talk. No time for sex.
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‎Divya and Ranjith did not have sex for many days.
‎Ranjith too tired. Divya too shy and guilty to ask.
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‎But her body was young. Beautiful. Fair skin soft. Breasts full. Hips round.
‎ Every night she felt heat between thighs. Nipples hard under nighty. Body demanding sex. Craving touch.
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‎She remembered Hamee rough hands. His thick penis. How he fucked her hard. How she shouted joy. Body remembered everything.
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‎She controlled hard.
‎Took cold bath at night. Prayed longer. Did extra pooja.
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‎But night mein sleep nahi aati. Body burning. Mind full of guilt.
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‎Hamee lost hope on Divya.
‎He came for Monu drop and pick daily. But no more staring.
‎No more dirty smile. No more coming inside house.
‎He looked sad. Kept distance. Talked only about Monu scho.ol.
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‎Divya felt relief. Also little empty. She hated herself for that feeling.
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‎Ranjith noticed Divya quiet. But he thought she is tired from work. He said one night, “Thak gayi ho? Rest karo.”
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‎Divya nodded. “Haan.”
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‎She slept in Monu room many nights.
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‎Body still demanding.
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‎Mind controlling.
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