16. Lion is back 🌶

Ishqi's POV

Me and Maa came out of the haveli. Chote Papa, Choti Maa. Maanveer and Yashika wee there. Baba and Bade Thakur were sitting there.

Preeti and Ishaan were also there for me. Aasma also wanted to come but I refused because of Bade Thakur. He could be threat to Aasma and her child.

We all sat around the havan khund. We all were praying for the well being of the soul of Abhimaan. I might not have loved him but I still cared for him.

Suddenly I felt someone's hand on my partition. I looked up while opening my eyes and saw Abhimaan standing there while filling my hair partition with vermillion.

" Abhimaan."

I said and then got up. I hugged him and he hugged me back. I couldn't believe that he was alive and standing in front of me.

Rising to my feet, I found myself drawn to him, unable to resist the pull of disbelief and longing that surged through me.

In his embrace, I felt a flood of conflicting emotions wash over me. Relief, joy, confusion, and disbelief mingled together in a tumultuous whirlwind, leaving me reeling with the intensity of it all. How could he be here, standing before me, when I had mourned his loss with every fiber of my being?

Yet, as I held onto him, feeling the solid reality of his presence, I couldn't deny the overwhelming sense of gratitude that welled up within me. He was alive, and in that moment, nothing else seemed to matter.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I clung to him, the weight of the past eleven days lifting from my shoulders like a heavy burden. For a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to believe that perhaps there was still hope amidst the darkness that had threatened to consume me.

But even as I reveled in the warmth of his embrace, a nagging sense of unease tugged at the edges of my consciousness. Questions clamored for attention in the recesses of my mind, demanding answers that I feared I may not be ready to hear.

Yet, for now, in this fleeting moment of reunion, I pushed aside the doubts and uncertainties, choosing instead to embrace the simple joy of having him back in my arms.

One by one Maa, Chote Papa, Choti Maa and Maanveer hugged Abhimaan. Maa kissed his forehead.

" Bhaiya, how did you survive that blast because doctors found your blood in the car only?"

Maanveer asked. Oh yes, I also had that question. I looked at Abhimaan. He smiled.

"I will tell you the whole truth."

Author's POV

The day of the accident, Abhimaan after the fight with Ishqi was heading towards Pratapgarh. Abhimaan stopped the car at the same place where hi car blasted.

He came down the car and then shouted. " ISHQI." he shouted and then hit the tree. Suddenly someone attacked him from behind. Abhimaan being a black belt in karate, picked that man and threw him on the floor.

Abhimaan saw that it was a young man. That man got up and attacked him. Abhimaan and that man got into a fight. In this that man over-powered Abhimaan and then hit his head on the door of the car.

It started to bleed. Abhimaan got angry. Just when he was about to hit that man, the car blasted and they both flew till the edge of the hill.

That man fell down and died but Abhimaan was hurt badly. Before he lost conscious, he knew that some people were around him. Those were some villagers. They knew that whom they were standing in front of.

They took Abhimaan to their village and then started to treat his wounds. After 5 days, Abhimaan gained conscious. He opened his eyes and looked around. Some kids there.

Those kids ran off seeing Abhimaan gaining conscious. Abhimaan sat on the bed. " Where am I?" said Abhimaan, " You are in a village of the state." said an old man while coming inside.

Abhimaan looked at that man and knew that he was the sarpanch of the village. " Thanks for saving me. " said Abhimaan, " It is our duty Thakur sahab." said the sarpanch. " My family. Do they know about me?" asked Abhimaan, " No. They are thinking that you are dead. And one more thing. Your wife killed Armaan Siddiqui. "

The sarpanch's words shocked Abhimaan. " My baby is so strong. That means this was Armaan's work. I will not leave him alive once I got back. " said Abhimaan, " You have to take rest for some days and then you can go." said the sarpanch.

The sarpanch then went from there. Abhimaan lay on the bed and started to think about his baby whom he thought to be timid and cute isn't them but bold and dangerous.

The image of Ishqi, standing firm against Armaan Siddiqui, resonated within him. His wife, whom he had underestimated, had demonstrated a strength and courage that he had never anticipated. In that moment, he felt a surge of pride mingled with a profound sense of gratitude for her actions.

Yet, alongside his admiration for Ishqi's bravery, a simmering anger simmered beneath the surface. Armaan Siddiqui's treachery had not only endangered his life but had also threatened the safety of his family. The thought of the danger looming over his loved ones fueled his resolve to seek justice, no matter the cost.

Ishqi's POV

Abhimaan's story had shocked all of us. I am happy that he is alive and safe. Maa joined her hands.

" Thank you god for saving my son. And god blessing those villagers too."

Maa said. Maanveer hugged her.

" Maa, you are such an emotional person."

Maanveer said and we all laughed. She hit Maanveer on his cheeks. Everyone was happy with being Abhimaan happy.

He came to me and then pulled out a mangalsutra from his neck. We both smiled looking at each other. He tied that mangalsutra on my neck. He then kissed on my forehead.

I hugged him. I felt something on his back. I moved my hands away from his back and saw blood. I was shocked.

I was about to ask something but he stopped me while keeping his finger on my lips.

" Not know. I will talk to you in the room."

He held my hand and then pulled me inside the haveli. I was able to see the big blood spot on his white shirt.

I was scared for a second but didn't show it. We came inside the room and he was about to kiss me. But I stopped him.

" Wait."

" What?"

" Aasma is here."

I said. When I saw Aasma coming inside from the balcony.

" Hello Thakur sahab."

She said.

" Hello Aasma. I hope that my wife took good care of you."

He said while holding my shoulders. Aasma smiled.

" Ishqi took care of me like my own younger sister. She is very nice to me thanks."

Aasma replied. I smiled. I took care of Aasma more than how the Siddiqui's took care of her. I looked at her.

" Aasma, Baba is waiting for you in the other room. He is leaving in some time you can leave with him."

I said. She then went to meet Baba. I locked the door and Abhimaan picked me into his arms. I tied my feet on his torso.

We both kissed each other. Then our hands started to moved on each other's bodies.

" I think waiting for 13 days was too long for you, right Baby?"

I asked him. He nodded and we continued kissing. He started to remove my saree and I started to remove his shirt.

I didn't know but I missed him but just emotionally but physically also. I didn't know when this happened but I like the way he treats and worships my body.

Now I was only in my underwear's and he was in his pants. He came to the sofa and sat down there. He touched my underwear.

I was wet.

" You are wet, Baby."

He said and then turned me. I lay on my stomach on his lap. He held my panties and then tore it.

" How much did you think about me when I wasn't there? Haa."

He said and then smacked me.

Smack

My butts cheeks were red and hurting a lot right now.

" Come on count, " he said.

Smack.

" Ahh one, " I said.

Smack

" Ahh, 50, " I said. He picked me in his arms and then we headed towards the bed. He kept me on the bed and then removed his pants.

His length stood tall.

" Ready for your orgasm? " he asked. I got scared with the smile that he had on his face. I gulped down.

" Come on, let's start it. Lay down and open your legs. And beg me. " he said.

I lay on the bed and spread my legs. My dripping pussy was in front of him. He hovered over me and I was able to feel his length on my thigh.

I looked down and saw him taking his cock near my pussy.

" Hey, I didn't say yes for anything." I said.

" When did I say that I am having sex with you? I said be ready for your orgasm." he said

I was able to feel his cock near my entrance and then started to rub on my pussy.

" Ahhhh.... ohhhh, " I said while holding the bed sheet tightly. He continued rubbing his cock on my pussy.

" Ahh, stop it Abhimaan," I said while trying to control my moan.

" Daddy. It is Daddy for you," he commanded and continued doing what he was doing.

I knew that I was about to release.

" Abh ... I mean Daddy, I am coming," I said while trying to control my release.

" Beg me," he commanded

" Please Ahhhhh... Daddy let me come. I beg you," I said.

" Okay come," he said and I came on his cock. I looked down and saw leaking pussy. I blushed for a second and then pushed Abhimaan.

He lay on the bed and I ran inside the washroom. I was able to listen to him who was laughing. I took a shower and then came out.

I found him lay on the bed on his stomach. His back had a lot of wounds that he might have got because of that accident.

"Abhimaan," I whispered softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're hurt. Let me take care of you."

He turned to look at me, his eyes reflecting a mixture of pain and gratitude. "Ishqi," he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm sorry for worrying you."

I shook my head, a lump forming in my throat. "Don't apologize," I said, my voice catching in the midst of my own turmoil.

"Just let me help you. i hope that you are not blaming yourself for that accident," he said.

"How should I not blame myself? If we didn't have that fight then?" I said.

But Abhimaan's response was firm, cutting through my self-blame with unwavering conviction. "Shut up, Ishqi," he said, pulling me into a tight embrace, "Don't blame yourself."

In that moment, enveloped in his arms, I felt a wave of relief wash over me, dispelling the weight of guilt that had threatened to consume me.

And as we held each other close, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, united by love, understanding, and the strength of our bond.