-: SHAMRAT :-

I looked back at Shri, and she had a smug look plastered to her face. The knife's handler smirked at me and titled her face, challenging me ... taunting me to take another step towards her.

This woman was seriously something. Feisty, and strong. Bold enough to point a knife at her husband on the second day of our marriage.

"Step back if you don't want a scar on your perfect body," she warned me and pressed the knife slightly. She was utterly foolish if she thought that, she pointing a knife at my chest, would stop me.

I shook my head and my lips twitched. She had no idea how many scars were carved on my body. I wasn't a leader just for the sake of name. I had enemies and I had been in dangerous situations too, a lot of time. Bullet wounds and knife scars were spread all thought out my body.

Just because my parents were the Pradhan of this village in past, it didn't mean that the position of Pradhan wasn just served to me on a silver platter. I had to work hard for it, run campaigns and fight against the opposition parties. And politics had never been a fair game.

The smug smile vanished from Shri's face when I started leaning more into her, the knife slit open my skin. It pricked sightly, but this was nothing. Her eyes turned horrified as droplets of blood escaped from the gash and my white kurta started turning light red.

Her face was masked with dread. To provoke her more, I inclined deeper into her and buried my face into the crook of her neck, inhlaing deeply. The knife was already plunged in my chest but it was swallow.

She shuddered in fear and whimpered out at my my pain. Shri knew that she couldn't pull the knife back because there wasn't any space. Nor could she drop it, cause that will tear apart my flesh. And she wasn't a heartless person. She wouldn't even harm a kitten by mistake, let alone me.

I was greedily taking in her redolence, with my nose running up and down the column of her neck, when she whimpered out, "Sha ... shamrat ji, please step back. Yo ... you are bleeding."

I softly bit her neck and she winced out, my hands rounding around her hips to secure her in my hold. Poking my tongue I soothed the tender spot and she sighed out. Shri was so fucking responsive that it would always turn me on.

I had been craving her since the first time I saw her. When she was standing there looking like an angel in a lemon yellow salwar kamiz. So preety, so lovely. And now that she was my wife, the urge inside me to have her in every way was growing every day.

I was just about to suck the spot when Mom's voice ranged behind the door.

"Shamrat?"

I quickly took a few steps back and swiftly grabbed the knife from Shri's hand, dropping it on the sink. Thank God, No blood had spilled on the floor. Shri hastily jumped down from the counter and I turned my face back on mom, feigning to wash my hands.

"Shamrat, why aren't you responding? I am calling you for so long," Mom inquired, walking into the kitchen. By that time Shri had somehow composed herself and the dupatta was back on her head, covering her neck. Her flushed face and red eyes were the only indication of the earlier events.

"I am washing my hands Mom. Tell your bahu (daughter-in-law) whatever you have to say," I responded, trying to wash the invisible dirt off my hands and signalled Shri to take Mom out of the dining room.

If she saw blood on my kurta, she would freak out and throw a fuss. And I didn't want Mom to know that my wife had a kink for my blood.

Shri quickly strode towards Mom and dragged her out the kitchen like an expert, changing the topic. I run my wet hands through my hair, and slipped back the locks that were falling on my forehead. Taking a deep breath, I looked down at the cut on my chest, which was a gift from my wife on our second day. Blood was still dripping out of the wound, and the chest part of the kurta had already started getting red. I shook my head, and looked back at the door.

I needed to get out of the room without anyone noticing, specially Mom. There wasn't a single towel available in the dining room to cover myself up. I peeped out of the room to see Mom was sitting in the living room, talking to Shrk. From the corner of her eyes Shri saw me and her eyes widened.

'Distract her' I mouthed and she dipped her head low, looking at Mom and nodded. I smirked at her tactics.

Taking a long breath, I walked on my tiptoes, trying to make least sound  possible. It was too early for anyone to come. The guests would probably arrive at 11 am. When I was almost near the staircase, and my presence was still unknown to Mom, until my cellphone rang out loudly. I let out a string of curses and quickly received the call.

"Shamrat?" Mom called out.

"Mom, this is an important call. " I climbed up the stairs quickly, keeping the phone pressed to my ears and trying to talk to the bhojpuri song that was playing from the other side. Stupid song, but atleast it saved me.

Striding inside the room, I unbuttoned my kurta and tossed it in the dustbin. It was useless trying to wash blood off a white piece of cloth. Taking a deep breath, my feet froze infront of the mirror in the washroom. My eyes connected with my buff chest muscles and the craved 6 packs of my abdomen. Blood had dropped upto the V of my waist, but it had dried. The wound on my chest still needed to be cleaned.

"Ahem." I was still gazing at my injury when a soft clearing of throat rang behind me. My eyes connected with Shri's, who was standing at the doorway, her features nervous as she twiddled with her fingers biting her upper lips, before she tore her gaze away from the reflection of my hungry eyes.

Her cute tactics will be the death of me. Turning back towards her, I tilted my face and leaned on the counter, crossing my arms across my broad chest. It wasn't easy to keep eyes away from the muscles and that's what exactly happened with her. Her eyes widened for a second before she snapped her eyes down, a delicious pink stain coating her neck and cheek.

"Come here." I ordered, my tone low but hoarse. Her face snapped towards me, and she swallowed nervously. Tucking a loosed strand of hair behind her ear, she strolled towards me with shaky legs.

Her steps flattered as she stalled in front of me, her eyes fixed on my chest, on the slash she gave me. Regret flashed in those orbs, before she craned ber neck to gaze at my face.

I am honestly getting mesmerized by her as day were passing. She was a mystery, which I couldn't wait to unravel. So beautiful, that I wanted to dive deep into her heart and never come out if possible.

"I am sorry. I didn't mea ... mean to make you bleed like tha,t" she mumbled, her eyes drifting between my wound and my eyes.

"Take responsibility." I clipped. Her eyes widened in confusion and her lips parted. Damn her lips! Those soft petals were the most addictive.

"Huh?"

My lip twitched in a smirk, and I gazed at her seriously.

"Stich it up." Her eyebrows furrowed as if my demand was incredulous and she rolled her eyes.

"Don't be so dramatic. Clean it up with some antiseptic wipes and apply a bandage. That thing doesnt need a stitch," she scoffed, pointing at the gash with her index finger.

Before she could react I snatch her finger and pulled her straight to my chest, her back colliding with my chest. One of my arms snaked around her waist and othe around her chest, keeping her immobile.

She gasped out as soon as she realised our intimate position and tried to step ahead, but the band of stell around her waist, didn't let her move. I slided my lips up and down her neck, before biting her ear shell softly. She whimpered out but leaned back on my chest, not resisting anymore. I smirked into her neck, and burried my face in to it.

"Either you are going to stitch me up or I will kiss you on your reception day in front of all the guests," I whispered into her hair in a husky tone, but fingers tightening around her belly.

Dread filled up ber features and she turned her face to look at me, her eyes half pleading, half rebellious.

"You would do no such thing." Her voice was firm but not too much. Oh baby! You have no idea, I was a possessive man and she was my wife. Why wouldn't I? If she denied to stitch me up right now, I would be more than happy to lay my claim on that day in front of all the villagers. 

"Try me." I cocked my eyebrows. She gulped audibly and grinded her jaw in irritation. My sweet little rebellion.

"How about I go downstairs right now and tell Ma how her son tried to rape me yesterday. Will that look good on your face Pradhan sahab?" she taunted me, emphasizing on prodhan sahab. Her eyes mocking.

A laughter broke out from the back of my throat. Why was she so cute? I hope I could just eat her up right now. Tightening my hands around her waist I pulled her more into me, and signed deeply, before shaking my head. Shri's was scowling and gave me a death glare, which didn't effect me at all.

"And how are you gonna prove that sweetheart?" I mumbled, tunning my nose up and down the column of her bare neck. She shivered, her hands shook as she gripped mine which were still twisted around her stomach.

"By this ugly blotches?" she uttered, her tone woobly  pointing at the hickies on her neck.

I chuckled once more at her hickeys. They are looking perfect on her pale skin. Bringing up my hand, I rove my thumb on one of her hickeys. She winced a little, her nose crinkling.

"If you wanna show mom how passionate our last night was, then go ahead. I won't stop you." I smirked and motioned towards the open door of the bathroom. She won't go, I knew that.

If possible her already pissed up look turned serious, and if looks could kill I would already be six feet underground. Shri clenched her jaw and her eyes were narrowed to slits.

I had trapped her, and she had no way out but to obey me. She was under my mercy, and I would play with her in whatever way I wanted.

I motioned her with my head, towards the first aid kit which was kept in a cabinet behind her. Shri gave me a scathing look and stomped towards it, yanking it out from the cabinet and dropped it beside me.

She peered up at me with her doe eyes, but a small scowl was still present. She was a spitfire and I loved that about her.

When she came to stand in front of me with the surgical needle and thread, she gave it a peculiar look as if it was rocket science.

"Now what?" I questioned.

She darted her eyes up at me, and her nostrils flared in annoyance. "I don't know how to use this," she mumbled.

"No problem, here..." I handed her over my phone opening an YouTube video, where the person was giving a clear instructions on how to stitch up a wounded man.

Shri watched the video was undevided attention as if any wrong move and the house would blast.
I knew she won't make any mistake in doing this task, cause she had taken it up as a challenge. Her father had precisely told me that. Give her a task in the form of a challenge and she would give her hundred percent in it, to make it right.

I sat down on the counter, so that I would be in exact position for Shri to tend my wounds.

When the video ended, she handed me over my phone and took up the needle and thread again, preparing it exactly the way it should be. Taking a deep breath and giving herself a pep talk, she cleaned my wound with a piece of cotton dipped in antiseptic.

Taking the U shaped needle and thread in her hand, she took another deep breath and came to stand in front of me, giving me a look. I cocked one of my eyebrows at her when she uttered, "It may hurt a bit."

My lips twitched at her words, and I threw her a smirk. "I am sure I can handle any pain at your hands."

Rolling her eyes, she shook her head and started stichting me up. True to her words, it did hurt but I didn't concentrate on the pain. When she prod the delicate skin again with her needle my hand quickly flew towards her ass and I gropped it.

She let out a shriek and leaned more into me to move away from my hands. "What are you doing!?" she screamed outz her eyes bulging out.

I gave her the most nonchalant look I could come up with and replied, "I needed to distract me from the pain, and you butt could do the best work of stress reliever." Saying that I gave her ass another firm squeeze and she squealed out.

"Don't do that!" She yelled, and tried to push my hands away.

"The longer you take to stich me up, the longer I am going to squeeze this butt cheeks." Saying this I again squeezed her butts.

Shri's face started turning red, which I wasn't sure whether it was due to anger or she was getting all bothered up with my touches. Grinding her jaw, she quickly started doing the task at hand, and I took the full advantage of the situation.

Every time my skin would prick, I would squash her booty and she would hopp a little, throwing me a dagger through her eyes.

After a few minutes and with lots of efforts she was done with stichting me up. Keeping the needle and thread away, she quickly heaved a sigh of relief, and stepped back from my hold.

"You did well." I looked at the mirror, giving a look at the stitch and combed back my hair which was falling on my forehead. She gave me another scathing look, and turned back to walk out of the wahroom.

But before she could, I smacked her ass and she gasped out, turning her horrified eyes to me.

"Thank you." I smirked.

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