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In a village area of Andra Pradesh. Two houses was there near a rice field. Both are constructed for two brothers by their father. Both are identical houses. And. There is no other houses in 200m of those houses. Both brothers are settled in europe, and after the death of their father they sell both house. Now one is occupied with the family. An old couple, their only Son Raj, his beloved wife Deepika and their son Banti (nick name). The adjacent house was vacant. Someone brought that house, but till now no one started to live there. Both houses are separated by a boundary walll. Both are single stories building and have 3 bedroom attached, one kitchen, one hall and other facilities.
Back to the first home. The old couple name Rama and Geetha. Rama is a retired Govt employee from agricultural department. He love farming. Thats why after retirement he brought this new house with one Acre of rice field land after selling his old house in city. His son Raj is in security force in the state. He follow his father's instruction so he dont tell anything to brought house in village. Raj is 36year old now, 6 feet height and well built body. Health conscious. Deepika is his wife.
Our heroine Deepika (34 now) a traditional young women. She is a natural beauty. She dont go beauty saloon and not used modern beauty product. Only used herbal beauty products.
Deepika was a picture of traditional beauty, with her fair skin that glowed like the soft moonlight and eyes that sparkled like precious gems. Her pink lips were naturally plump, always curving into a warm smile that could melt the hardest of hearts. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, reaching the small of her waist, and she had a knack for tying it in intricate styles that accentuated her grace. Standing at a height of 5'5", she had the kind of figure that men secretly admired and women subtly envied. Her round boobs, a 34C, were firm yet soft, the perfect handful, and she took pride in her 30-inch waist that cinched in dramatically to give way to her ample, 36-inch hips and round ass.
Deepika had a penchant for wearing sarees, especially at home. The way the six-yard fabric dbangd around her frame highlighted her voluptuous curves. She had a collection of them, each more vibrant and exquisite than the last, with intricate embroidery and bold patterns that danced around her. Her blouses were tailored to perfection, hugging her bosom just right to create a tantalizing hint of what lay beneath. Her midriff remained bare, showcasing the fine line of her waist and the slight jiggle of her belly when she moved, a testament to her motherhood. Her hands, adorned with mehendi on special occasions, moved deftly as she performed her household chores, the gold bangles on her wrists jingling with every gesture.
The rustling of her saree was a constant, comforting sound in the house, as she moved from room to room, her soft footsteps barely making a sound on the cold, marble floors. Her beauty was not just skin deep; it was reflected in her kindness, her love for her family, and the warmth that radiated from her very soul. Despite being a mother to a two-year-old, Deepika had managed to maintain her figure, her skin still as smooth and unblemished as a freshly plucked lotus. Her beauty was something that spoke volumes without her saying a word, a silent language that spoke of her purity and her deep-rooted love for her culture.
Deepika's day began with the break of dawn, waking up to the chirping of the birds outside. She would start her day by performing her morning rituals, her forehead glowing with the vermilion dot that signified her as a married woman.
She wear the saree descently by hiding her navel, but her body curve can clearly visible to anyone. After the birth of her son, she have a little belly with streach mark, but after her daily exercise routine she reduced the belly and the stretch mark vanished by applaying ayurvadic oil for long time. Now her body came back to her younger age, the some exess fat is there in her body, but that was at proper place and make her more sexy.
She proud on her body and she only prepare that for her husband. She love to make him happy. She is graduated, but her husband not allowed her to go work. Now her main hobby is cooking and social media. She is not post anything in social media, but like to watch video and post in that. She have some close friends in that.
Her main duty in that home is to make tasty food and some cleaning only. Her mother in law will take care of her baby boy. Her son is more attached to her mother in law and most of the time at night he sleeping with her in law. Deepika slept alone in her room.
Her father in law will went to field after the breakfast. He loves to spend most of the time there. So Deepika is the one who manage eerything in that home.
She know driving and have a scooter. She went to temple one time in two days. That time she enjoyed the ride through the road between the rice field. Men in that village know her, they have an eye on her. But everyone know that her husband is a security officerman. So they maintain a safe distance from her. They admired her from a distance. They love to watch her when she crosses the road to go to the temple. Her graceful steps, the way the wind played with her hair and the fabric of her sari, revealing and concealing her curves with every gust.
Deepika was aware of the gazes that followed her but she never acknowledged them, maintaining her dignity and poise. She knew that the men in the village talked about her, but she was content in the sanctuary of her home and her family's love. Her days were filled with cooking, cleaning, playing with her son, and occasionally helping her mother-in-law in the kitchen. Her nights, however, were a different story.
Alone in her room, Deepika would often think about the passionate nights she used to share with her husband. The way his strong hands would caress her body, the feel of his lips on hers, the heat of his breath against her skin. Those memories brought a flush to her cheeks and a warmth to her core that no other thought could match. But she missed the touch of her husband. The empty bed beside her was a stark reminder of the physical connection they once shared, now lost to the distance and the demands of his job.
Raju's station was far away from there, so he stay in quarters. He visited home every friday evening and go back sunday evening or monday early moring unless there is no emergency. So those two night was her favorite. He give her mental and physical pleasure as he can. That was her energy to live for next week.
Back to present.......
Today is friday. Evening around 7:45pm after finishing her cooking. She went to her bedroom. Looking at the mirror, her hair was messy and sweat drops on thd forehead. She emerged to the bathroom to refresh herself. She was very exited. Her husband will be reached around 9:30pm. She want to prepare her body for him.
She turned on the shower and let the cool water cascade over her body, washing away the day's toil and sweat. She took her time, feeling the droplets kiss her skin as they slithered down her neck, tracing the curve of her breasts, and caressed the swell of her belly. She closed her eyes, letting the water wash over her face, her hair plastering to her back as she reveled in the sensation. Once clean, she turned the water to a gentle mist, letting it kiss her skin as she stepped out of the shower.
Her eyes fell upon the herbal body lotion she had made from scratch, using a recipe passed down from her grandmother. The scent of sandalwood and jasmine filled the air, a heady mix that was both calming and arousing. With a soft sigh, Deepika reached for the bottle and began to apply the lotion, starting from her toes and moving upwards in slow, deliberate strokes. She took special care to massage it into her skin, feeling it absorb into her pores and leaving a silky trail behind. She worked her way up her legs, her hands lingering on her thighs before moving to her arms, her elbows bending gracefully as she applied the lotion to her forearms and wrists.
Next, she focused on her underarms and her pussy. With meticulous precision, she shaved every last hair, leaving her skin as smooth as a freshly peeled mango. She took her time, ensuring not a single hair was out of place, knowing that her husband loved the feeling of his rough skin against her softness. The gentle scbang of the razor was soothing, almost meditative, as she worked to erase any trace of imperfection. Her breasts heaved with every breath, the anticipation of the evening's events making her nipples peak.
Moving on, Deepika took a fresh cloth and wiped away any excess water, her skin now glowing with the warmth of the lotion. She studied herself in the mirror in bathroom, admiring the way the light danced across her curves. She felt some one is watching her. She turned around, but there was no one. It was just the window that was open. She see dark night sky with stars and the shade of her neighbour home. She again watched her naked boobs on the mirror and apply 2 drop olive oil on each nipple and make them shiny. That time she noticed some movement on the bathroom window through the mirror. She suddenly looked back and not found anyone. She thought it might be her imagination.
With a shrug, she wrapped herself in a soft towel and walked back to her bedroom. The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across the floor. She picked out a fresh saree from her wardrobe, a crimson one with gold zari border that she knew Raju adored. She dbangd it around her body, the fabric whispering secrets of passionate nights to come. The blouse was a deep shade of maroon, with a neckline that dipped low enough to tease her ample cleavage. She slipped into a matching petticoat, the silky fabric gliding over her skin like a lover's caress.
Deepika's heart fluttered in her chest as she applied a touch of kajal to her eyes, her hand steady despite the excitement coursing through her veins. Her gaze fell on the bed, freshly made with clean white sheets that would soon be stained with their love. She couldn't help but let out a quiet giggle as she thought about the steamy encounters they would share. The anticipation was almost unbearable, but she knew that it was all part of the sweet agony of waiting for her husband.
Her wet hair was tied with a towel. When she comes out from the bedroom. Her mother in law give her a knowing smile. Deepika felt shy but she nodded back with a blush. She knew that every wife in the village had to prepare herself like this when their husband was coming back from outstation.
That time her mind again went back to the bathroom incident. She want to check outside. She ready to go out and check. When she open the frount door and about to step out, she found a big black cat ran from the side of the bathroom attached with her bedroom. Seeing that she understand that it was just the cat. She felt relieved and laughed at herself for being so jumpy. She went back inside and started to arrange dinner that she prepared before.
The aroma of the spices filled the air as Deepika worked her magic in the kitchen, her hips swaying to the rhythm of her favorite songs. She knew that the tantalizing smells would reach Raju's nose as soon as he stepped into the house, and she wanted to make sure his first taste of home was a delightful one. Her thoughts drifted to the night ahead, her body already responding to the promise of her husband's touch.
The clock chimed 9:15 PM, and Deepika felt the familiar butterflies in her stomach. She had been waiting all week for this moment, and she could hardly contain her excitement. She glanced out the window, her eyes searching the darkness for any sign of him. The distant sound of bullet bike grew louder, and her heart skipped a beat. It was him!
Raju's bike pulled up in front of the house, the engine cutting out with a satisfying purr.
Continue......!!!
In a village area of Andra Pradesh. Two houses was there near a rice field. Both are constructed for two brothers by their father. Both are identical houses. And. There is no other houses in 200m of those houses. Both brothers are settled in europe, and after the death of their father they sell both house. Now one is occupied with the family. An old couple, their only Son Raj, his beloved wife Deepika and their son Banti (nick name). The adjacent house was vacant. Someone brought that house, but till now no one started to live there. Both houses are separated by a boundary walll. Both are single stories building and have 3 bedroom attached, one kitchen, one hall and other facilities.
Back to the first home. The old couple name Rama and Geetha. Rama is a retired Govt employee from agricultural department. He love farming. Thats why after retirement he brought this new house with one Acre of rice field land after selling his old house in city. His son Raj is in security force in the state. He follow his father's instruction so he dont tell anything to brought house in village. Raj is 36year old now, 6 feet height and well built body. Health conscious. Deepika is his wife.
Our heroine Deepika (34 now) a traditional young women. She is a natural beauty. She dont go beauty saloon and not used modern beauty product. Only used herbal beauty products.
Deepika was a picture of traditional beauty, with her fair skin that glowed like the soft moonlight and eyes that sparkled like precious gems. Her pink lips were naturally plump, always curving into a warm smile that could melt the hardest of hearts. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, reaching the small of her waist, and she had a knack for tying it in intricate styles that accentuated her grace. Standing at a height of 5'5", she had the kind of figure that men secretly admired and women subtly envied. Her round boobs, a 34C, were firm yet soft, the perfect handful, and she took pride in her 30-inch waist that cinched in dramatically to give way to her ample, 36-inch hips and round ass.
Deepika had a penchant for wearing sarees, especially at home. The way the six-yard fabric dbangd around her frame highlighted her voluptuous curves. She had a collection of them, each more vibrant and exquisite than the last, with intricate embroidery and bold patterns that danced around her. Her blouses were tailored to perfection, hugging her bosom just right to create a tantalizing hint of what lay beneath. Her midriff remained bare, showcasing the fine line of her waist and the slight jiggle of her belly when she moved, a testament to her motherhood. Her hands, adorned with mehendi on special occasions, moved deftly as she performed her household chores, the gold bangles on her wrists jingling with every gesture.
The rustling of her saree was a constant, comforting sound in the house, as she moved from room to room, her soft footsteps barely making a sound on the cold, marble floors. Her beauty was not just skin deep; it was reflected in her kindness, her love for her family, and the warmth that radiated from her very soul. Despite being a mother to a two-year-old, Deepika had managed to maintain her figure, her skin still as smooth and unblemished as a freshly plucked lotus. Her beauty was something that spoke volumes without her saying a word, a silent language that spoke of her purity and her deep-rooted love for her culture.
Deepika's day began with the break of dawn, waking up to the chirping of the birds outside. She would start her day by performing her morning rituals, her forehead glowing with the vermilion dot that signified her as a married woman.
She wear the saree descently by hiding her navel, but her body curve can clearly visible to anyone. After the birth of her son, she have a little belly with streach mark, but after her daily exercise routine she reduced the belly and the stretch mark vanished by applaying ayurvadic oil for long time. Now her body came back to her younger age, the some exess fat is there in her body, but that was at proper place and make her more sexy.
She proud on her body and she only prepare that for her husband. She love to make him happy. She is graduated, but her husband not allowed her to go work. Now her main hobby is cooking and social media. She is not post anything in social media, but like to watch video and post in that. She have some close friends in that.
Her main duty in that home is to make tasty food and some cleaning only. Her mother in law will take care of her baby boy. Her son is more attached to her mother in law and most of the time at night he sleeping with her in law. Deepika slept alone in her room.
Her father in law will went to field after the breakfast. He loves to spend most of the time there. So Deepika is the one who manage eerything in that home.
She know driving and have a scooter. She went to temple one time in two days. That time she enjoyed the ride through the road between the rice field. Men in that village know her, they have an eye on her. But everyone know that her husband is a security officerman. So they maintain a safe distance from her. They admired her from a distance. They love to watch her when she crosses the road to go to the temple. Her graceful steps, the way the wind played with her hair and the fabric of her sari, revealing and concealing her curves with every gust.
Deepika was aware of the gazes that followed her but she never acknowledged them, maintaining her dignity and poise. She knew that the men in the village talked about her, but she was content in the sanctuary of her home and her family's love. Her days were filled with cooking, cleaning, playing with her son, and occasionally helping her mother-in-law in the kitchen. Her nights, however, were a different story.
Alone in her room, Deepika would often think about the passionate nights she used to share with her husband. The way his strong hands would caress her body, the feel of his lips on hers, the heat of his breath against her skin. Those memories brought a flush to her cheeks and a warmth to her core that no other thought could match. But she missed the touch of her husband. The empty bed beside her was a stark reminder of the physical connection they once shared, now lost to the distance and the demands of his job.
Raju's station was far away from there, so he stay in quarters. He visited home every friday evening and go back sunday evening or monday early moring unless there is no emergency. So those two night was her favorite. He give her mental and physical pleasure as he can. That was her energy to live for next week.
Back to present.......
Today is friday. Evening around 7:45pm after finishing her cooking. She went to her bedroom. Looking at the mirror, her hair was messy and sweat drops on thd forehead. She emerged to the bathroom to refresh herself. She was very exited. Her husband will be reached around 9:30pm. She want to prepare her body for him.
She turned on the shower and let the cool water cascade over her body, washing away the day's toil and sweat. She took her time, feeling the droplets kiss her skin as they slithered down her neck, tracing the curve of her breasts, and caressed the swell of her belly. She closed her eyes, letting the water wash over her face, her hair plastering to her back as she reveled in the sensation. Once clean, she turned the water to a gentle mist, letting it kiss her skin as she stepped out of the shower.
Her eyes fell upon the herbal body lotion she had made from scratch, using a recipe passed down from her grandmother. The scent of sandalwood and jasmine filled the air, a heady mix that was both calming and arousing. With a soft sigh, Deepika reached for the bottle and began to apply the lotion, starting from her toes and moving upwards in slow, deliberate strokes. She took special care to massage it into her skin, feeling it absorb into her pores and leaving a silky trail behind. She worked her way up her legs, her hands lingering on her thighs before moving to her arms, her elbows bending gracefully as she applied the lotion to her forearms and wrists.
Next, she focused on her underarms and her pussy. With meticulous precision, she shaved every last hair, leaving her skin as smooth as a freshly peeled mango. She took her time, ensuring not a single hair was out of place, knowing that her husband loved the feeling of his rough skin against her softness. The gentle scbang of the razor was soothing, almost meditative, as she worked to erase any trace of imperfection. Her breasts heaved with every breath, the anticipation of the evening's events making her nipples peak.
Moving on, Deepika took a fresh cloth and wiped away any excess water, her skin now glowing with the warmth of the lotion. She studied herself in the mirror in bathroom, admiring the way the light danced across her curves. She felt some one is watching her. She turned around, but there was no one. It was just the window that was open. She see dark night sky with stars and the shade of her neighbour home. She again watched her naked boobs on the mirror and apply 2 drop olive oil on each nipple and make them shiny. That time she noticed some movement on the bathroom window through the mirror. She suddenly looked back and not found anyone. She thought it might be her imagination.
With a shrug, she wrapped herself in a soft towel and walked back to her bedroom. The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across the floor. She picked out a fresh saree from her wardrobe, a crimson one with gold zari border that she knew Raju adored. She dbangd it around her body, the fabric whispering secrets of passionate nights to come. The blouse was a deep shade of maroon, with a neckline that dipped low enough to tease her ample cleavage. She slipped into a matching petticoat, the silky fabric gliding over her skin like a lover's caress.
Deepika's heart fluttered in her chest as she applied a touch of kajal to her eyes, her hand steady despite the excitement coursing through her veins. Her gaze fell on the bed, freshly made with clean white sheets that would soon be stained with their love. She couldn't help but let out a quiet giggle as she thought about the steamy encounters they would share. The anticipation was almost unbearable, but she knew that it was all part of the sweet agony of waiting for her husband.
Her wet hair was tied with a towel. When she comes out from the bedroom. Her mother in law give her a knowing smile. Deepika felt shy but she nodded back with a blush. She knew that every wife in the village had to prepare herself like this when their husband was coming back from outstation.
That time her mind again went back to the bathroom incident. She want to check outside. She ready to go out and check. When she open the frount door and about to step out, she found a big black cat ran from the side of the bathroom attached with her bedroom. Seeing that she understand that it was just the cat. She felt relieved and laughed at herself for being so jumpy. She went back inside and started to arrange dinner that she prepared before.
The aroma of the spices filled the air as Deepika worked her magic in the kitchen, her hips swaying to the rhythm of her favorite songs. She knew that the tantalizing smells would reach Raju's nose as soon as he stepped into the house, and she wanted to make sure his first taste of home was a delightful one. Her thoughts drifted to the night ahead, her body already responding to the promise of her husband's touch.
The clock chimed 9:15 PM, and Deepika felt the familiar butterflies in her stomach. She had been waiting all week for this moment, and she could hardly contain her excitement. She glanced out the window, her eyes searching the darkness for any sign of him. The distant sound of bullet bike grew louder, and her heart skipped a beat. It was him!
Raju's bike pulled up in front of the house, the engine cutting out with a satisfying purr.
Continue......!!!
- Jaya - Young college Teacher
- Nisha- Young working wife
- Deepika - Young Traditional Wife
- Dr. Anjali
- Bhavna - Javed
**All the characters are in these stories are not real
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