My name is Anjali Mishra and I am twenty-two years old. The wedding happened on the fifteenth of December 2025 in our ancestral haveli right on the Assi Ghat of Varanasi where the Ganga flows dark and holy under the winter moon and the sound of temple bells never stops even at three in the morning. I married Vikram Mishra the only son of Pandit Shivnarayan Mishra a highly respected Sanskrit scholar and temple priest whose name is known in every ghat from Dashashwamedh to Assi. Our family is old Brahmin lineage strict vegetarian strict rituals strict rules about purity and conduct. The haveli is massive four storeys high with black stone floors polished marble corridors heavy wooden doors carved with gods and goddesses and a central courtyard where the family tulsi plant has been worshipped for five generations. Everyone calls me the perfect bahu fair-skinned educated in MA Sanskrit soft-spoken always wearing saree with pallu properly draped sindoor bright red in my maang mangalsutra heavy around my neck and bangles that chime softly when I walk.
Vikram is twenty-seven a lecturer in Banaras Hindu University gentle handsome soft-spoken everything a girl dreams of in an arranged marriage. Our wedding was grand three days of rituals haldi mehendi sangeet baraat vidai everything done according to shastras with hundreds of guests pandits chanting mantras and Ganga aarti every evening. On the wedding night after the vidai ceremony after the family blessed us after the laughter and teasing from cousins and bhabhis Vikram led me to our bedroom on the second floor the special room prepared with rose petals jasmine garlands red silk bedsheet scented candles and a small silver tray of milk and dry fruits as tradition demands. I was wearing heavy red Banarasi silk saree with gold zari work blouse low-cut back open heavy jewellery and the red dupatta covering my head like a new bride should. My heart was beating so fast I could hear it in my ears. Vikram looked nervous too he closed the door bolted it from inside turned to me lifted my dupatta gently and whispered Anjali tum bahut sundar lag rahi ho. He kissed my forehead then my cheeks then softly on my lips. The kiss was sweet hesitant like he was afraid to break me.
Then he started opening the pins of my saree slowly carefully the way grooms are supposed to do it with love and patience. When the saree fell to the floor leaving me in my red blouse and petticoat he looked at me with wonder touched my waist kissed my navel made me shiver. We lay on the bed he removed my blouse my bra my petticoat my panty piece by piece worshipping every part of my body with soft kisses. When he was naked too I saw his lund for the first time average size hard but trembling slightly from nervousness. He came over me positioned himself rubbed the topi on my choot entrance whispered dard hoga thoda sa sambhal jaana. He pushed in slowly very slowly I felt sharp pain tearing sensation but he was gentle kept kissing me kept saying sorry jaan dheere kar raha hoon. He went in completely stayed still for a minute then started moving slow shallow thrusts. It lasted maybe five minutes he groaned softly came inside me warm spurts then collapsed on my chest breathing hard saying I love you Anjali. After that he rolled off me kissed my forehead said thak gaye honge so jaao and fell asleep almost immediately snoring softly.
I lay there staring at the carved wooden ceiling rose petals sticking to my sweat-damp skin feeling strangely empty. The pain between my legs was there the wetness of his cum leaking out but no pleasure no fireworks no trembling no nothing that my married friends had whispered about. I thought maybe first time is always like this maybe tomorrow will be better. But tomorrow never came the way I expected.
Next morning the family woke us with loud knocks laughter teasing about suhaagraat. I wore a new yellow saree applied fresh sindoor went down for breakfast served tea to everyone touched sasur ji's feet as tradition demands. He blessed me placed his hand on my head for long seconds his palm warm heavy said bahu ghar ki izzat badhaogi tum. His voice was deep commanding like always but his eyes lingered on my face then slowly travelled down to my blouse where the pallu had slipped slightly showing the curve of my breasts. I quickly adjusted the pallu blushed looked away. That look stayed with me all day.
Vikram went back to university the very next day his winter break was short. Sasur ji was home most of the time doing his puja teaching students in the small room near the courtyard writing books on Vedas. Maa was busy with household work. The house felt normal but something had changed. Sasur ji started calling me more often beta zara paani laana beta chai bana do beta yeh kitaab utha do. Every time I bent to serve him tea or pick something his eyes would be on my cleavage on my waist on the way my saree draped low showing my navel. I felt uncomfortable but also strangely warm between my legs. I told myself it is nothing he is sasur ji elder respect him. But the looks continued the lingering touches when he took the glass from my hand when he adjusted my dupatta when he placed his hand on my back while passing through narrow corridor.
The real storm came on the seventh night after marriage. Vikram had a late lecture and would return after eleven. Sasur ji had done a special yajna in the evening for the family's prosperity and asked me to stay back to help clean the puja room after everyone slept. Around one in the morning when the whole house was quiet I went to the puja room wearing my regular cotton nighty thin straps low neckline because I thought everyone was asleep. The room was lit only by two diyas flickering on the altar. Sasur ji was there sitting on the woollen asan wearing only white dhoti bare-chested rudraksha mala around his neck. He looked up at me his eyes dark intense and said beta baitho baat karni hai.
I sat on the floor in front of him knees folded pallu slipping slightly. He started talking about how the family needs a child how Vikram is busy how a bahu has certain duties beyond the normal ones how sometimes the elder has to guide the younger generation. His voice was calm authoritative like he was reciting shlokas. Then he said something that made my heart stop beta tum suhaagraat ke baad khush nahi lag rahi ho. Kya Vikram tumhe poora sukh de paaya? I blushed looked down couldn't speak. He reached out lifted my chin forced me to look at him and said jawab do bahu. I whispered nahi sasur ji… woh… woh jaldi khatam ho gaya. He smiled slowly not kindly but triumphantly said jaanati thi main. Beta mard banne mein waqt lagta hai. Tumhe sahi mard chahiye jo tumhe poora sukh de.
Before I could react he stood up towering over me untied his dhoti. His lund sprang out thick long veiny dark much bigger than Vikram's already hard topi glistening. I gasped tried to stand up but he caught my wrist pulled me close said shant ho jao bahu yeh ghar ka raaz rahega. Tum meri bahu ho meri zimmedari hai tumhe khush rakhna. His hand went behind my neck pulled me down to my knees. The smell hit me first musky masculine mixed with sandalwood attar. He guided my mouth to his lund rubbed the topi on my lips said choos lo beta apne sasur ka lund choos lo. I should have screamed run fought but my body betrayed me the forbidden thrill the power in his voice the size of him made my choot wet instantly. I opened my mouth took the head in sucked tentatively then deeper when he groaned uffff bahu kitni garam hai teri jeebh. He held my head fucked my mouth slowly at first then deeper making me gag making saliva drool down my chin. When he was close he pulled out stroked fast came on my face hot thick ropes landing on my cheeks my lips my chin. He scooped some with his finger fed it to me said chakh lo apne sasur ka maal taste karo.
I tasted salty thick warm swallowed without thinking. Then he pulled me up tore my nighty open exposing my breasts my choot. He sucked my nipples hard bit them making me cry aaaahhhh sasur ji dard ho raha hai but he didn't stop said dard ke baad mazza aata hai bahu. He laid me on the puja asan spread my legs ate my choot like a starving man tongue inside circling clit sucking hard fingers pumping deep. I came hard shaking screaming into my own palm aaaahhhhh sasur ji jhad rahi hoon. He didn't stop kept eating until I came again squirting on his beard. Then he positioned himself rubbed his huge lund on my entrance said ab teri asli suhaagraat hogi bahu. He pushed in one hard thrust half inside I screamed phaad doge sasur ji. He covered my mouth with his hand said chup bahu ghar mein sab so rahe hain. Then he pushed deeper completely filling me stretching me like never before. Pain pleasure mixed together I cried but my hips started moving on their own.
He started thrusting slow powerful strokes each one hitting deep inside me. The sounds were obscene wet slapping flesh against flesh my muffled moans his low growls le bahu le apne sasur ka lund poora le. He fucked me for long minutes changed positions lifted my legs on his shoulders went deeper pounded harder. I came again clenching around him milking him. Then he flipped me doggy slapped my gaand hard said kitni mast gaand hai teri bahu. Entered from behind gripped my hips pounded mercilessly. I pushed back matching his rhythm moaning zor se sasur ji maar do bhabhi ki choot phaad do. He reached around rubbed my clit made me come once more then roared aaaahhhhh le bahu le mera maal andar le. He came inside me endless hot spurts filling me overflowing dripping down my thighs.
We lay there panting his body covering mine completely his lund still inside me softening slowly. He kissed my neck whispered yeh raaz hum dono ke beech rahega bahu. Roz raat ko jab Vikram so jayega tum mere kamre mein aaogi. Samjhi? I nodded tears in my eyes but my body was satisfied in a way it had never been. Guilt shame fear love lust everything mixed together.
From that night my life changed. Sasur ji became my secret husband. Every night when Vikram slept after his long day sasur ji called me to his room or sometimes I went on my own unable to resist the pull. He taught me everything how to suck him deep how to ride him how to take him in every position how to let him fuck my gaand with oil slow at first then hard. He marked my body with love bites that I hid under saree under makeup. He filled me every time no condom no pulling out always creampie always inside saying beta agar pet ho gaya toh sabko lagega Vikram ka hai par andar se pata hoga yeh sasur ji ka hai.
Vikram never suspected he was happy I was happy in bed more responsive more loving but he thought it was because of his efforts. Sasur ji was careful always made sure Vikram was deep asleep always made me leave before dawn. The guilt was unbearable every morning when I did puja touched sasur ji's feet he would press my hand longer than necessary look into my eyes with that knowing smile. Maa praised me for being such a devoted bahu never knew the same hands that served her tea had stroked her husband's lund hours ago.
Months passed the affair deepened. Sasur ji started taking me during day time too when everyone was out quick hard fucks in the puja room on the asan where he did his morning prayers. Sometimes in the bathroom when I went to bathe he would join me fuck me under the shower water running over our bodies muffling the sounds. He made me wear his favourite sarees low waist blouses deep necklines then fuck me while I was still wearing them tearing the blouse sucking my breasts through the fabric. He whispered dirty things beta teri choot sirf mere liye bani hai Vikram ko sirf naam ke liye chodne dena main tujhe roz chodunga poori raat chodunga.
One night when Vikram was away for a seminar sasur ji took me the whole night in his room. He tied my hands with my own dupatta fucked me in every position missionary doggy cowgirl reverse prone bone standing against the wall even made me sit on his face while he ate me for thirty minutes straight. I came so many times I lost count he came inside me four times each time making me lick him clean after. In the morning light he held me close kissed my forehead said bahu tu meri ho gayi hai ab kabhi nahi chhodunga.
Now January 12 2026 Vikram is planning a trip to Delhi for a week-long conference. Sasur ji has already told me to prepare myself he wants me every night in his room no hiding no hurry full nights of complete surrender. My periods are late this month I haven't told anyone yet but deep down I know. If it's positive everyone will think it's Vikram's but sasur ji and I will know the truth. The thought terrifies me excites me makes me wet instantly.
I know this is the biggest sin a bahu can commit. I know if anyone finds out the family will break society will shun us. But when sasur ji calls me when he looks at me with those dark commanding eyes when he fills me with his huge lund I forget everything. Guilt remains sharp painful but the pleasure the addiction the forbidden love is stronger. I am his now completely his bahu his secret wife his possession.
Tonight when Vikram sleeps sasur ji will call me again. I will go to him I will open my legs I will take him inside me I will moan sasur ji zor se chod do apni bahu ko. And tomorrow I will wake up serve tea to everyone apply sindoor in my maang touch his feet with folded hands like the perfect bahu while his cum still leaks out of me under my saree.
This is my life now my secret my sin my ecstasy. And I don't want it to end.
The nights continue the guilt never leaves but the desire never fades. Every creampie every whispered bahu every time his lund stretches me makes me fall harder. Sasur ji has become my world my obsession my reason to breathe and I his. In the ancient ghats of Varanasi where sins are washed away in Ganga every night we add more sins to our souls hoping Mother Ganga forgives us or perhaps secretly wishing she never does because this fire this passion this taboo love is the most alive thing either of us has ever felt.
Let me describe one particularly dangerous night that happened last month when Vikram was home but had taken sleeping pills for headache. Sasur ji called me to his room at two in the morning. I went tiptoeing through the dark corridor heart pounding. He locked the door immediately pushed me against the wall lifted my nighty entered me standing hard fast without foreplay. His hand covered my mouth while he pounded me deep whispering chup rah bahu Vikram agle kamre mein so raha hai agar jaaga toh sab barbaad. The fear the risk made me come instantly clenching around him milking him. He carried me to his bed fucked me for two hours in every position making me come again and again finally filling me so full that cum dripped down my thighs when I walked back to my room. I slipped into bed beside Vikram who was snoring peacefully while his father's seed leaked out of me onto the sheets we shared.
That is the level of risk we take now. That is the depth of our addiction. And we keep going deeper because stopping is no longer an option.
The winter nights in Varanasi are cold but our bodies burn hot. The Ganga flows witnessing everything silently. We add our sins to her waters every morning when I take bath washing away the evidence but never the memory. Sasur ji and I are bound now in a way no shastra can explain no mantra can break. This is our story our secret our forever damnation and our forever ecstasy.
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The story continues because the hunger only grows stronger with time. Let me go deeper into the small rituals the daily corruption the creeping madness that makes this affair so impossible to escape.
Every morning after sasur ji has had me during the night I wake up sore between my legs cum still leaking slowly. I go to the bathroom clean myself carefully apply fresh sindoor adjust my saree make sure no mark is visible. Then I go to the kitchen prepare breakfast serve sasur ji first always with extra ghee in his paratha because he likes it that way. When I bend to serve him his hand brushes my breast under the pallu just a light touch but enough to make my nipples hard. He looks up at me with that calm scholarly face says bahu achhi bani hai chai and I blush lower my eyes say ji sasur ji while my choot clenches remembering how the same hand held my hair last night while he fucked my mouth.
During the day he teaches his students in the puja room. I bring them tea and snacks every hour. Each time I enter he stops mid-shloka watches me walk across the room watches the sway of my hips the way my breasts move under the blouse. The students are young boys they stare too but sasur ji's look is different possessive hungry. Once when the last student left he locked the door pulled me behind the curtain lifted my saree fucked me quickly against the wall hand over my mouth to keep me quiet while maa was in the courtyard hanging clothes. He came inside me in under five minutes whispered jaldi jaldi bahu maa aa jayegi then sent me out with cum dripping down my thighs. I had to walk past maa smiling normally while feeling his seed leak out.
When Vikram is home the tension becomes unbearable. Sasur ji becomes more daring. During dinner he sits opposite me under the table his foot finds mine rubs my ankle slowly while Vikram talks about university. Sometimes his foot goes higher rubs between my legs through my saree making me wet making me shift uncomfortably. Vikram thinks I'm nervous about something never suspects his own father is making his wife drip under the dinner table.
One night when Vikram had gone to bed early sasur ji called me to the rooftop terrace. The winter fog was thick Ganga invisible below us only the sound of water lapping against the ghat steps. He laid a thick blanket on the floor made me lie down removed my saree slowly piece by piece kissed every inch of my body from forehead to toes. He ate my choot for so long I came three times before he entered me. He fucked me under the open sky slow deep powerful strokes making me moan into his shoulder sasur ji kitna gehra ja raha hai aapka lund. When he came he held me tight filled me completely whispered beta ab tera pet bhar dunga tera aur mera baccha hoga. The thought made me come again clenching milking every drop.
After that night my periods didn't come. I took the test in secret two lines clear positive. I haven't told sasur ji yet but I know when I do he will smile that triumphant smile say bahu yeh hamara raaz rahega. Vikram will think it's his. The family will celebrate. But sasur ji and I will know the truth every time we look at the child we will remember the nights the sins the pleasure.
This is my life now my reality my damnation. I serve my husband my sasur my family with the same hands that have stroked pleasured worshipped the man who took my virginity who owns my body who fills me every night. The guilt is a constant companion sharp painful but the love the lust the addiction is stronger. I don't know how long this can continue I don't know when it will break but I know one thing for sure.
I will never stop.
I will go to him tonight and every night after that.
I will open my legs take him inside moan sasur ji chod do apni bahu ko.
Because once a bahu has tasted her sasur's lund once she has felt him fill her completely there is no going back only deeper darker sweeter surrender that consumes everything.
And in the holy city of Varanasi where sins are forgiven every day our sin continues growing stronger with every creampie every moan every whispered bahu.
The fire burns on.
And we burn with it.
Vikram is twenty-seven a lecturer in Banaras Hindu University gentle handsome soft-spoken everything a girl dreams of in an arranged marriage. Our wedding was grand three days of rituals haldi mehendi sangeet baraat vidai everything done according to shastras with hundreds of guests pandits chanting mantras and Ganga aarti every evening. On the wedding night after the vidai ceremony after the family blessed us after the laughter and teasing from cousins and bhabhis Vikram led me to our bedroom on the second floor the special room prepared with rose petals jasmine garlands red silk bedsheet scented candles and a small silver tray of milk and dry fruits as tradition demands. I was wearing heavy red Banarasi silk saree with gold zari work blouse low-cut back open heavy jewellery and the red dupatta covering my head like a new bride should. My heart was beating so fast I could hear it in my ears. Vikram looked nervous too he closed the door bolted it from inside turned to me lifted my dupatta gently and whispered Anjali tum bahut sundar lag rahi ho. He kissed my forehead then my cheeks then softly on my lips. The kiss was sweet hesitant like he was afraid to break me.
Then he started opening the pins of my saree slowly carefully the way grooms are supposed to do it with love and patience. When the saree fell to the floor leaving me in my red blouse and petticoat he looked at me with wonder touched my waist kissed my navel made me shiver. We lay on the bed he removed my blouse my bra my petticoat my panty piece by piece worshipping every part of my body with soft kisses. When he was naked too I saw his lund for the first time average size hard but trembling slightly from nervousness. He came over me positioned himself rubbed the topi on my choot entrance whispered dard hoga thoda sa sambhal jaana. He pushed in slowly very slowly I felt sharp pain tearing sensation but he was gentle kept kissing me kept saying sorry jaan dheere kar raha hoon. He went in completely stayed still for a minute then started moving slow shallow thrusts. It lasted maybe five minutes he groaned softly came inside me warm spurts then collapsed on my chest breathing hard saying I love you Anjali. After that he rolled off me kissed my forehead said thak gaye honge so jaao and fell asleep almost immediately snoring softly.
I lay there staring at the carved wooden ceiling rose petals sticking to my sweat-damp skin feeling strangely empty. The pain between my legs was there the wetness of his cum leaking out but no pleasure no fireworks no trembling no nothing that my married friends had whispered about. I thought maybe first time is always like this maybe tomorrow will be better. But tomorrow never came the way I expected.
Next morning the family woke us with loud knocks laughter teasing about suhaagraat. I wore a new yellow saree applied fresh sindoor went down for breakfast served tea to everyone touched sasur ji's feet as tradition demands. He blessed me placed his hand on my head for long seconds his palm warm heavy said bahu ghar ki izzat badhaogi tum. His voice was deep commanding like always but his eyes lingered on my face then slowly travelled down to my blouse where the pallu had slipped slightly showing the curve of my breasts. I quickly adjusted the pallu blushed looked away. That look stayed with me all day.
Vikram went back to university the very next day his winter break was short. Sasur ji was home most of the time doing his puja teaching students in the small room near the courtyard writing books on Vedas. Maa was busy with household work. The house felt normal but something had changed. Sasur ji started calling me more often beta zara paani laana beta chai bana do beta yeh kitaab utha do. Every time I bent to serve him tea or pick something his eyes would be on my cleavage on my waist on the way my saree draped low showing my navel. I felt uncomfortable but also strangely warm between my legs. I told myself it is nothing he is sasur ji elder respect him. But the looks continued the lingering touches when he took the glass from my hand when he adjusted my dupatta when he placed his hand on my back while passing through narrow corridor.
The real storm came on the seventh night after marriage. Vikram had a late lecture and would return after eleven. Sasur ji had done a special yajna in the evening for the family's prosperity and asked me to stay back to help clean the puja room after everyone slept. Around one in the morning when the whole house was quiet I went to the puja room wearing my regular cotton nighty thin straps low neckline because I thought everyone was asleep. The room was lit only by two diyas flickering on the altar. Sasur ji was there sitting on the woollen asan wearing only white dhoti bare-chested rudraksha mala around his neck. He looked up at me his eyes dark intense and said beta baitho baat karni hai.
I sat on the floor in front of him knees folded pallu slipping slightly. He started talking about how the family needs a child how Vikram is busy how a bahu has certain duties beyond the normal ones how sometimes the elder has to guide the younger generation. His voice was calm authoritative like he was reciting shlokas. Then he said something that made my heart stop beta tum suhaagraat ke baad khush nahi lag rahi ho. Kya Vikram tumhe poora sukh de paaya? I blushed looked down couldn't speak. He reached out lifted my chin forced me to look at him and said jawab do bahu. I whispered nahi sasur ji… woh… woh jaldi khatam ho gaya. He smiled slowly not kindly but triumphantly said jaanati thi main. Beta mard banne mein waqt lagta hai. Tumhe sahi mard chahiye jo tumhe poora sukh de.
Before I could react he stood up towering over me untied his dhoti. His lund sprang out thick long veiny dark much bigger than Vikram's already hard topi glistening. I gasped tried to stand up but he caught my wrist pulled me close said shant ho jao bahu yeh ghar ka raaz rahega. Tum meri bahu ho meri zimmedari hai tumhe khush rakhna. His hand went behind my neck pulled me down to my knees. The smell hit me first musky masculine mixed with sandalwood attar. He guided my mouth to his lund rubbed the topi on my lips said choos lo beta apne sasur ka lund choos lo. I should have screamed run fought but my body betrayed me the forbidden thrill the power in his voice the size of him made my choot wet instantly. I opened my mouth took the head in sucked tentatively then deeper when he groaned uffff bahu kitni garam hai teri jeebh. He held my head fucked my mouth slowly at first then deeper making me gag making saliva drool down my chin. When he was close he pulled out stroked fast came on my face hot thick ropes landing on my cheeks my lips my chin. He scooped some with his finger fed it to me said chakh lo apne sasur ka maal taste karo.
I tasted salty thick warm swallowed without thinking. Then he pulled me up tore my nighty open exposing my breasts my choot. He sucked my nipples hard bit them making me cry aaaahhhh sasur ji dard ho raha hai but he didn't stop said dard ke baad mazza aata hai bahu. He laid me on the puja asan spread my legs ate my choot like a starving man tongue inside circling clit sucking hard fingers pumping deep. I came hard shaking screaming into my own palm aaaahhhhh sasur ji jhad rahi hoon. He didn't stop kept eating until I came again squirting on his beard. Then he positioned himself rubbed his huge lund on my entrance said ab teri asli suhaagraat hogi bahu. He pushed in one hard thrust half inside I screamed phaad doge sasur ji. He covered my mouth with his hand said chup bahu ghar mein sab so rahe hain. Then he pushed deeper completely filling me stretching me like never before. Pain pleasure mixed together I cried but my hips started moving on their own.
He started thrusting slow powerful strokes each one hitting deep inside me. The sounds were obscene wet slapping flesh against flesh my muffled moans his low growls le bahu le apne sasur ka lund poora le. He fucked me for long minutes changed positions lifted my legs on his shoulders went deeper pounded harder. I came again clenching around him milking him. Then he flipped me doggy slapped my gaand hard said kitni mast gaand hai teri bahu. Entered from behind gripped my hips pounded mercilessly. I pushed back matching his rhythm moaning zor se sasur ji maar do bhabhi ki choot phaad do. He reached around rubbed my clit made me come once more then roared aaaahhhhh le bahu le mera maal andar le. He came inside me endless hot spurts filling me overflowing dripping down my thighs.
We lay there panting his body covering mine completely his lund still inside me softening slowly. He kissed my neck whispered yeh raaz hum dono ke beech rahega bahu. Roz raat ko jab Vikram so jayega tum mere kamre mein aaogi. Samjhi? I nodded tears in my eyes but my body was satisfied in a way it had never been. Guilt shame fear love lust everything mixed together.
From that night my life changed. Sasur ji became my secret husband. Every night when Vikram slept after his long day sasur ji called me to his room or sometimes I went on my own unable to resist the pull. He taught me everything how to suck him deep how to ride him how to take him in every position how to let him fuck my gaand with oil slow at first then hard. He marked my body with love bites that I hid under saree under makeup. He filled me every time no condom no pulling out always creampie always inside saying beta agar pet ho gaya toh sabko lagega Vikram ka hai par andar se pata hoga yeh sasur ji ka hai.
Vikram never suspected he was happy I was happy in bed more responsive more loving but he thought it was because of his efforts. Sasur ji was careful always made sure Vikram was deep asleep always made me leave before dawn. The guilt was unbearable every morning when I did puja touched sasur ji's feet he would press my hand longer than necessary look into my eyes with that knowing smile. Maa praised me for being such a devoted bahu never knew the same hands that served her tea had stroked her husband's lund hours ago.
Months passed the affair deepened. Sasur ji started taking me during day time too when everyone was out quick hard fucks in the puja room on the asan where he did his morning prayers. Sometimes in the bathroom when I went to bathe he would join me fuck me under the shower water running over our bodies muffling the sounds. He made me wear his favourite sarees low waist blouses deep necklines then fuck me while I was still wearing them tearing the blouse sucking my breasts through the fabric. He whispered dirty things beta teri choot sirf mere liye bani hai Vikram ko sirf naam ke liye chodne dena main tujhe roz chodunga poori raat chodunga.
One night when Vikram was away for a seminar sasur ji took me the whole night in his room. He tied my hands with my own dupatta fucked me in every position missionary doggy cowgirl reverse prone bone standing against the wall even made me sit on his face while he ate me for thirty minutes straight. I came so many times I lost count he came inside me four times each time making me lick him clean after. In the morning light he held me close kissed my forehead said bahu tu meri ho gayi hai ab kabhi nahi chhodunga.
Now January 12 2026 Vikram is planning a trip to Delhi for a week-long conference. Sasur ji has already told me to prepare myself he wants me every night in his room no hiding no hurry full nights of complete surrender. My periods are late this month I haven't told anyone yet but deep down I know. If it's positive everyone will think it's Vikram's but sasur ji and I will know the truth. The thought terrifies me excites me makes me wet instantly.
I know this is the biggest sin a bahu can commit. I know if anyone finds out the family will break society will shun us. But when sasur ji calls me when he looks at me with those dark commanding eyes when he fills me with his huge lund I forget everything. Guilt remains sharp painful but the pleasure the addiction the forbidden love is stronger. I am his now completely his bahu his secret wife his possession.
Tonight when Vikram sleeps sasur ji will call me again. I will go to him I will open my legs I will take him inside me I will moan sasur ji zor se chod do apni bahu ko. And tomorrow I will wake up serve tea to everyone apply sindoor in my maang touch his feet with folded hands like the perfect bahu while his cum still leaks out of me under my saree.
This is my life now my secret my sin my ecstasy. And I don't want it to end.
The nights continue the guilt never leaves but the desire never fades. Every creampie every whispered bahu every time his lund stretches me makes me fall harder. Sasur ji has become my world my obsession my reason to breathe and I his. In the ancient ghats of Varanasi where sins are washed away in Ganga every night we add more sins to our souls hoping Mother Ganga forgives us or perhaps secretly wishing she never does because this fire this passion this taboo love is the most alive thing either of us has ever felt.
Let me describe one particularly dangerous night that happened last month when Vikram was home but had taken sleeping pills for headache. Sasur ji called me to his room at two in the morning. I went tiptoeing through the dark corridor heart pounding. He locked the door immediately pushed me against the wall lifted my nighty entered me standing hard fast without foreplay. His hand covered my mouth while he pounded me deep whispering chup rah bahu Vikram agle kamre mein so raha hai agar jaaga toh sab barbaad. The fear the risk made me come instantly clenching around him milking him. He carried me to his bed fucked me for two hours in every position making me come again and again finally filling me so full that cum dripped down my thighs when I walked back to my room. I slipped into bed beside Vikram who was snoring peacefully while his father's seed leaked out of me onto the sheets we shared.
That is the level of risk we take now. That is the depth of our addiction. And we keep going deeper because stopping is no longer an option.
The winter nights in Varanasi are cold but our bodies burn hot. The Ganga flows witnessing everything silently. We add our sins to her waters every morning when I take bath washing away the evidence but never the memory. Sasur ji and I are bound now in a way no shastra can explain no mantra can break. This is our story our secret our forever damnation and our forever ecstasy.
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The story continues because the hunger only grows stronger with time. Let me go deeper into the small rituals the daily corruption the creeping madness that makes this affair so impossible to escape.
Every morning after sasur ji has had me during the night I wake up sore between my legs cum still leaking slowly. I go to the bathroom clean myself carefully apply fresh sindoor adjust my saree make sure no mark is visible. Then I go to the kitchen prepare breakfast serve sasur ji first always with extra ghee in his paratha because he likes it that way. When I bend to serve him his hand brushes my breast under the pallu just a light touch but enough to make my nipples hard. He looks up at me with that calm scholarly face says bahu achhi bani hai chai and I blush lower my eyes say ji sasur ji while my choot clenches remembering how the same hand held my hair last night while he fucked my mouth.
During the day he teaches his students in the puja room. I bring them tea and snacks every hour. Each time I enter he stops mid-shloka watches me walk across the room watches the sway of my hips the way my breasts move under the blouse. The students are young boys they stare too but sasur ji's look is different possessive hungry. Once when the last student left he locked the door pulled me behind the curtain lifted my saree fucked me quickly against the wall hand over my mouth to keep me quiet while maa was in the courtyard hanging clothes. He came inside me in under five minutes whispered jaldi jaldi bahu maa aa jayegi then sent me out with cum dripping down my thighs. I had to walk past maa smiling normally while feeling his seed leak out.
When Vikram is home the tension becomes unbearable. Sasur ji becomes more daring. During dinner he sits opposite me under the table his foot finds mine rubs my ankle slowly while Vikram talks about university. Sometimes his foot goes higher rubs between my legs through my saree making me wet making me shift uncomfortably. Vikram thinks I'm nervous about something never suspects his own father is making his wife drip under the dinner table.
One night when Vikram had gone to bed early sasur ji called me to the rooftop terrace. The winter fog was thick Ganga invisible below us only the sound of water lapping against the ghat steps. He laid a thick blanket on the floor made me lie down removed my saree slowly piece by piece kissed every inch of my body from forehead to toes. He ate my choot for so long I came three times before he entered me. He fucked me under the open sky slow deep powerful strokes making me moan into his shoulder sasur ji kitna gehra ja raha hai aapka lund. When he came he held me tight filled me completely whispered beta ab tera pet bhar dunga tera aur mera baccha hoga. The thought made me come again clenching milking every drop.
After that night my periods didn't come. I took the test in secret two lines clear positive. I haven't told sasur ji yet but I know when I do he will smile that triumphant smile say bahu yeh hamara raaz rahega. Vikram will think it's his. The family will celebrate. But sasur ji and I will know the truth every time we look at the child we will remember the nights the sins the pleasure.
This is my life now my reality my damnation. I serve my husband my sasur my family with the same hands that have stroked pleasured worshipped the man who took my virginity who owns my body who fills me every night. The guilt is a constant companion sharp painful but the love the lust the addiction is stronger. I don't know how long this can continue I don't know when it will break but I know one thing for sure.
I will never stop.
I will go to him tonight and every night after that.
I will open my legs take him inside moan sasur ji chod do apni bahu ko.
Because once a bahu has tasted her sasur's lund once she has felt him fill her completely there is no going back only deeper darker sweeter surrender that consumes everything.
And in the holy city of Varanasi where sins are forgiven every day our sin continues growing stronger with every creampie every moan every whispered bahu.
The fire burns on.
And we burn with it.