An Affair Before Marriage Ch. 02

They decided to meet at the Regal Lounge, a posh cafe in a five-star hotel. The place reeked of luxury. The mahogany furniture, the silver chandeliers and rich gentry dining in their most sophisticated ways.

"Hello, Naira! I'm Vijay!"

"Hhhello!"

She shook hands with him. Vijay felt her hands was so cold. There was not a single look of remorse or guilt on his face. Maybe he was hiding it. Maybe he was like that. But, Naira was completely flabbergasted.

The man she slept with, the man she cheated on her fiancé with, the man who fucked open the deepest primal desires in her the night before, was none other than her future father-in-law.

"My son has been hyping you up as the prettiest woman in the world. I see he was not exaggerating." Vijay remarked in his sophisticated tone. Naira blushed.

Her heart raced, memories of their heated night came rushing back. The taste of his lips, the grip of his hands around her neck, his raw, animalistic fucking. She tried to smile.

They made small talk while Naira kept her fists clenched throughout. Vijay would compliment all of her answers and give an affirmative nod to Sid every time.

"I like this girl, Sid. She is so humble and elegant. I approve of this marriage."

"Thank you, dad! I love you!"

Sid screamed like a little boy and hugged Nair tightly. She could not reciprocate the enthusiasm. This should have made her feel so happy. Meeting and getting the approval of her future father-in-law. But it was full of guilt.

Little did Sid know that his father had already approved of her. Last night. In more ways than one.

***

The days, and nights, that followed were extremely restless for Naira. Though Sid showered her with love, she kept feeling more and more distant from him. She could not even kiss him properly. Vijay was on her mind all the time.

At night, her nipples hardened, her vagina became wet as visuals of that night returned. Just one more time. If Vijay could fuck her just one more time. Tear her clothes off, make her lips bleed, leave hickeys all over her body, make her cum...Just one more time.

Finally, the day of the engagement arrived. It felt as if the entire town was excited about it. Jaguars, Rolls Royces came in one by one. The Malhotra family was among the most influential in the country, and everyone wanted a piece of the action. The rumours were that Sid was about to marry a small town, middle-class girl. And gossips filled the air.

But, when she entered, jaws dropped. A crimson silk saree with gold glittering all over her body. The sound of her bangles soothed the ears of all those who were left mesmerized by her stunning beauty. Her long, dark hair was adorned by a maang tikka. The red of her lips made her look like a Malhotra bride, an heir to the throne.

Sid looked like the perfect partner next to her. Her royal husband-to-be. Tall and handsome, he was all things glamour in his designer sherwani.

Meanwhile, Naira's widowed mother looked the complete opposite of the Malhotras. Even though Vijay and Saroj had divorced, they stood together in their flamboyant best.

As the exchange of the ring began, Naira felt so heavy. Her heart pounded and she looked for only one face in the crowd, Vijay's. She looked at him with such passion, as if talking through her eyes, begging him to stop him from doing this and make her his. Vijay left. Naira's eyes followed him as he climbed the staircase to his room.

***

Celebrations began with a bang. Champagnes, live music, dance. Naira chatted here and there, but her eyes were fixed on the staircase. Slowly, she found her chance to escape.

Her throat was dry, her jewellery felt heavier than before, with every step. Finally, she saw 103, Vijay's room. The door was open. She felt a shiver as she took a step inside.

The scent was familiar. Vijay's cologne. It enchanted her. The air inside was uncomfortably still.

"Hi!" She spoke, her throat still so dry.

Vijay did not respond.

"Listen, about the other night...I am sorry. I should have not. I..."

She bowed her head and adjusted her hair behind her ear. Her bangles clinked as she did that.

Vijay walked towards her.

"Is that all?" He asked in a commanding voice.

"Yes, I am sorry!"

"Are you?"

Vijay held her chin and lifted her face.

As she was thinking of an answer, Vijay looked into her eyes. He looked through her. The charade of a 'good wife, good daughter-in-law, girl next door'. This woman was his. Yet another woman who could not resist his charm, his money, his power, and his masterful fucking. And he knew that he could do with her as he pleased.

"Are you just here to apologise?" He moved his hands through her hair and then brushed it against her cheek. She closed her eyes and let him do what he wanted.

He pulled her close to him powerfully. Her lips opened to ask him to stop, but it was too late. As soon as he kissed her, she submitted.

Control left her body as she kissed him wildly. Days of waiting collapsing in this moment.

"Vijay..." She moaned. "We can't. I am going to be your daughter-in-law."

But Vijay wanted her. She was the prettiest woman he had ever fucked, and he couldn't believe that life would give him a second chance to have her. He didn't really care about Sid anyway, but he was drunk enough to overcome even the slightest of inhibitions which might have been in the deep chambers of his mind.

He kissed her everywhere. And then bit her neck.

"Ouch!" She cried and broke the kiss.

"Vijay, stop!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

The old man grabbed her by the hair and bent her in front of the dressing mirror. Within seconds, her panties were off. And before Naira could even mutter a word, he was inside her. It was such a great feeling for her. She felt so complete. But still, her mind wouldn't let her enjoy.

"No, no, no...we can't!"

"Look at yourself and tell me you don't want it!" He pulled her by her hair and forced her to look in the mirror. Just then, he started thrusting inside her harder. Saree's rustle and the chime of bangles merged with her moans.

In the mirror, she saw two Naira's. One loyal, caring and obedient Naira who hadn't met Vijay. And the other, the other was this old man's woman. Who just wanted to him to fuck her. To bring out the primal animal in her. To own her pussy.

In the moment, the second Naira won. She grinned at herself in the mirror and shouted:

"I want it. I want it. Ahhh, fuck me harder!"

Vijay granted the request. He rammed into her. Even faster than he had done the other night. He pulled her hair so hard that tears flowed down her eyes, ruining her make up.

Naira then saw the figure of Vijay closely. His white hair, his enormous belly, his wrinkled skin. Few days ago, she would not even look at this guy a second time. But right now, she would do anything to get fucked by him every day. Anything.

Just then, she noticed that the door she had entered from was still open. Anyone who walked by could see them. See the depraved scene. The bride-to-be being fucked mercilessly by her future father-in-law as her fiance celebrated just a few steps of stairs below. Her hair were a mess, kaajal tears had blackened her cheeks, and her pussy was being destroyed by Vijay so no one else could ever claim it.

The fear of getting caught made Naira even more horny. She thrusted her ass back and took in Vijay deeper and deeper.

"Give it to me. Fuck me, Vijay. Fuck me!"

It was all too much, even for an accomplished man like Vijay. Hot spurts of cum shot inside Naira's pussy, and she felt so satiated. They stayed in the doggy position for a while as Vijay emptied his balls inside her. He also felt some relief after the sexual tension in the last two days.

Then, she turned towards him for a kiss. A perfect ending to a wild few minutes. Vijay stepped back.

"You may leave now"

She felt heartbroken. It was all so overwhelming, and she was seeking some tenderness from him. She didn't get any.

He walked to his bed and lit a cigar. She slowly exited the room. She felt used. In her mind, Vijay had craved her just as she had craved him. But she was stupid. The man who must've had thousands of women, some even prettier than her, why would that man want her. She was just a toy. A plaything till he was in town.

She adjusted her hair without looking in the mirror. She was too scared to see herself in that state. To judge herself in that moment. She smoothed her saree and slowly walked downstairs. Her mother saw her and smiled at her. Oh, how happy she was to see her daughter getting settled in such a great family. But, little did she know that she was far from settled.

Then, she saw Sid. He extended a hand to her when she was at the last set of stairs. She lifted her saree and took slow, careful steps. In her mind, she wanted to let go of all this. She wanted Vijay to tear off her saree, bite her jewellery off, and just make mad love to her. She wanted to turn back and just go back to her room. Confess everything to everyone.

But, this time, the girl next door won. She held Sid's hand and descended. They hugged as the entire crowd cheered. She wrapped her arms tight around her fiance while his father's cum trickled down her thighs.