Mahabharat 18+

Vrushali married to Karna but lives with his parents not in the kingdom.

Adhirath Karna's father, the day Karna came home with Vrushali he wanted her body to fuck her.

Vrushali as Tejasswi Prakash

Adhirath as Manish Khanna

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It was early morning when Karna's mother was going to her house as her mother was skic. And Vrushali and Adhirath will be all alone, it was all his plan he was waiting for this day for so long.

After she left they went back inside, she was in the backyard washing clothes. She was saying on the ground, her saree pulled up till her knees, her pallu was not covering her chest anymore, and her blouse now wet showing her harder nipples.

This was seen by Adhirath but he didn't do anything he went to his bed and layed there. Soon it was time for dinner Vrushali was sitting there and make the roti when she felt someone's armes around her.

He needed to get close to her even if it meant to give her advice on rolling rotis, a task she has been doing since she was twelve years old.

He squatted behind her next to the chulah. He was so close she could feel his thighs by her hips, his breath on her back and the heat of his body radiating.

He brought his arms around her and put his hands on her hands as she rolled. As he guided her hands in a back and forth motion, he whispered instructions into her ear on how to apply the right pressure.

Tiny hair stood on end at the back of ber neck. Why did she feel such discomfort? After all, she should be pleased that her father-in-law a man, would take an interest in teaching her something.

The only reason why he is doing this is because of the way his arms brushed against the sides of her chest as he rolled the rotis with her.

Even though these incidences and his attention made her burn with shame, but she found herself missing it on the occasions he wasn't around.

He would leave the house for a few hours on some days of the week to run errands, buy supplies for the house and socialize with other men of the village.

She missed the 'high alert' state his gaze put her in, she missed the feeling her hard nipples rubbing against the inside of her choli.

She would often find herself wondering where he was and what was taking him so long to come back.

She would look forward to the little treats he would always bring back for her, maybe one piece of candy from the village store, new bangles for her wrists or a modest fresh-flower adornment for her hair.

When he would come back he would make her sit close to him on the khatiya, lean into her ear to tell her what he brought her that day and then hand the gift to her.

He would place his hands on her knees as she took the offering looking at it at every night nights without fail, he would ask her to massage his legs under the pretext of 'how far he had to walk to find the bangles' or 'how long he had to stand and wait for the florist to make the hairpiece'.

After dinner, she would bring him his hookah, and sit on the floor by his feet. She would rub his legs as he took long puffs on his hookah.

He would hold her hands and guide to the areas where he needed it the most, squeezing them to show her the pressure he wanted.

He would always be sorer around his upper thighs, needing more attention there than the rest of his legs.

One night, after a particularly long walk, to buy her a new emerald green chunnari with a gold-fringed border, Adhirath leaned back on his elbows while she rubbed his legs.

After a few minutes he spread his knees wide and asked her to get on her knees. He held her elbows and position her in between his legs.

He asked her to focus her hands on his inner thighs where he claimed he felt particularly sore. She obliged by putting her weight into her effort, her face leaning over his lap.

Vrushali was highly aware of her position over him.She watched as the bulge inside his white cotton pyjamas grew. She could hear his breathing getting heavier.

Inflamed from embarrassment, she abruptly stood up, claiming she was thirsty and needed water.

Early morning she went to shower, she was wearing a little pink saree, as Adhirath was sitting behind her and there was no door.

As she washed, the soap from her hand slipped and rolled to an unreachable distance. She had not finished soaping herself.

The thought of standing up in her wet sheer pink saree tightly clinging to the curves of her body leaving nothing to the imagination.

As she was completing her bath, she noticed that her father-in-law had gotten up and was walking towards the fallen soap.

He picked up the soap and walked towards her. She held her hand out to take it from him, but he ignored her gesture and walked around her.

Her breath caught in her chest. She knew what was to come next and braced herself. He brought his hands around her arms and started to soap her on her stomach. She froze under the touch.

His hands were finding their way under her saree to make contact with her skin, making circular motions on her taut stomach, creating lather.

Those circular motions inched towards the underside of her now heaving breasts and up to the sides under her arms. Despite her shock, a new sensation was taking over her.

This sweet ache had developed somewhere deep in her belly flowing warmly down to the most sensitive spot in her groin. She couldn't move. She could only focus on the growing pleasure, not wanting it to stop.

Her breathing got heavier, her eyes began to close as his hands started to soap her round boobs making her moan.

After that he removed the water off her body and carried her to his bed.