A Marriage 2

As the final notes of the Sangeet faded away, Alok and I made our way back to our room. I slipped into a more comfortable outfit while he once again buried his head in work, typing away furiously at his laptop.

With nothing better to do, I picked up my phone and began scrolling through my notifications. A message from Raghav Ji caught my eye, sending a thrill through me. He had seen me at the event and had been charmed by my appearance in the pink Lehenga.

"You looked really sexy in your dress," he had written.

I can't help but smirk as I read his message, a flattering heat warming my cheeks. "Thank you, Raghav Ji. I'm glad you noticed," I type back, my fingers lingering on the keys.

Raghav Ji's reply continued, "Although we are so close, I cannot come close to you... you have a beautiful husband."

I chuckled softly to myself at his playful restraint. "Of course not. Alok was right there with me," I assured him, maintaining a sense of amusement.

His curiosity was piqued as he asked, "And what will you be wearing tonight at the wedding?"

I smirked wickedly while typing, "That will be a secret."

He seemed genuinely excited, replying, "Damn, I'm too excited to see it. I shall be waiting for you."

I couldn't resist adding a final teasing note, "You'll just have to wait, Raghav Ji."

A few moments passed, and he sent a final message: "Alright, I'll be waiting for you."

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The night was still young as I sat alone on the sofa, watching the wedding rituals unfold before me. The bride and groom followed the Pandit Ji's instructions with reverence, their faces glowing with love and devotion.

I sighed, glancing around the venue. Alok had once again disappeared, citing an urgent client call. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his predictable excuse. At least the food was exquisite, a silver lining to my solitary evening.

Around me, the crowd had noticeably thinned out as the night wore on, many guests having traveled directly from the city and grown weary. I was just beginning to contemplate an early retreat to our room when I felt the sofa dip beside me.

Glancing over with a disinterested expression, I was surprised to find Raghav Ji settling in beside me. A small smile tugged at my lips as I greeted him, "Bhai Saab, it seems you have ample free time this evening."

Raghav Ji leaned in closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief, and chuckled at my teasing remark. "Oh, don't worry about Sonal, Bhabhi Ji. She's a modern woman with open thoughts, just like me. She'd probably encourage me and even tease me about it," he said with a confident grin.

I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his audacity. The man had no shame, and a part of me admired that about him.

But then, his tone shifted, becoming more suggestive as he continued, "On the other hand, I'm sure your husband would have something to say about how his wife 'entertained' a stranger in a cinema hall."

My cheeks flushed hot with anger and embarrassment, but I refused to let Raghav Ji see how much his words affected me. Turning my back to him, I focused my attention on the ongoing wedding ceremony.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him move closer. His warm breath tickled my ear as he whispered, "You act really cute sometimes, Bhabhi Ji. It's fun to tease you then."

Unable to resist, I turned my head slightly, smirking at him. "And what about other times?.

Another shiver ran down my spine as Raghav Ji breathed into my ear, "A sexy item who perpetually makes me hard."

His sultry words were like a flame, igniting a fire deep within me. Before I could gather my thoughts, Raghav Ji suggested, "Bhabhi Ji, the marriage hall has a great garden. Why don't we explore?"

My pussy clenched at the very idea of what he was implying. No matter how much I wanted to refuse, Raghav Raj's intoxicating presence and arousing words held a certain undeniable charm. In that moment, I found myself following him in silence, drawn like a moth to a flame.

In the depths of the shadowy lawn, Raghav Raj guided me to a concealed corner, where we were shielded from prying eyes by the thick flora. A sense of forbidden excitement prickled at my skin as I felt the cool bricks of the wall against my back.

Our proximity had me biting my lip, my heart thudding against my chest. Without warning, Raghav Ji seized my mouth in a passionate kiss. His tongue pressed against my lips, and I allowed him entrance. Our tongues danced and mingled, the electric connection between us sizzling with desire.

Moments later, I pushed him away, the reality of our situation crashing down upon me. "Bhai Saab, Alok is still at the wedding," I whispered urgently. "We shouldn't do this now."

But Raghav Ji's eyes were dark and intense as he gazed at me. "Bhabhi Ji, I cannot stop my desires anymore," he growled, and before I could protest, he lowered his head, his kisses trailing down my neck, lingering with teasing bites. My body responded instinctively to his animalistic touch, a low moan escaping my lips as I gripped the wall behind me for support.