The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the ceiling fan spinning lazily above.

Priya, a curvaceous beauty with almond eyes and a body that could make any saree look sinful, stood in the kitchen, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of a steel tumbler.

Her husband, Vikram, was away on a business trip—again—leaving her alone with her thoughts and an ache she couldn’t quite name.

That is, until he walked in.Rohan, her devar, Vikram’s younger brother, was everything her husband wasn’t—wild, untamed, with a devilish grin that promised trouble.

He leaned against the doorway, shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hard lines of his chest, his eyes drinking her in like she was the only thing worth looking at in the world.“Bhabhi,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “you look tense.

Need help with something?”Priya’s breath hitched. She turned, her dupatta slipping slightly to reveal the swell of her boobs, barely contained by the tight blouse she wore.

“Rohan, don’t start,” she warned, but the heat pooling between her thighs betrayed her words.He stepped closer, the scent of his musk filling the air, intoxicating her. “Start what, Bhabhi?

I’m just being a good devar, offering to… assist.” His eyes flicked down to her lips, then lower, lingering on the way her saree hugged her hips.

She should’ve pushed him away. She should’ve reminded him of boundaries, of family. But her pussy ached with a need she hadn’t felt in months, and the way his gaze stripped her bare made her nipples harden against the fabric of her blouse.

“You’re trouble,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.“And you love it,” he shot back, closing the distance between them.

His hand found her waist, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her against him.

She gasped, feeling the hard bulge of his dick pressing through his jeans, hot and insistent against her belly.

“Rohan…” Her protest melted into a moan as his lips crashed onto hers, hungry and demanding.

His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her, claiming her, while his hands roamed freely—sliding up to cup her heavy boobs, squeezing them until she whimpered into his kiss.

He pinched her nipples through the blouse, rolling them between his fingers, and she arched into him, her pussy dripping with want.

“Fuck, Bhabhi, you’re so hot,” he growled, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down her neck.

He yanked her blouse open, buttons popping off in his haste, and her tits spilled free—full, round, and begging for attention.

He sucked one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the stiff peak while his hand kneaded the other, making her cry out.

Priya’s hands fumbled with his jeans, desperate to feel him.

She unzipped him, and his thick, throbbing dick sprang free, hot and heavy in her palm.

She stroked him, marveling at how hard he was for her, how the tip glistened with pre-cum.

“You’re so big,” she breathed, her voice thick with lust.“For you,” he rasped, hiking her saree up to her waist.

His fingers found her soaked panties and pushed them aside, plunging into her wet pussy without warning.

She moaned loudly, her walls clenching around him as he pumped in and out, his thumb circling her swollen clit. “So tight, Bhabhi.

Vikram doesn’t fuck you like you deserve, does he?”“No,” she admitted, her head falling back as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

“He doesn’t.”Rohan grinned wickedly, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean, savoring her taste.

“Then let me.” He spun her around, bending her over the kitchen counter. Her ass jiggled as he yanked her panties down, and she felt the blunt head of his cock teasing her entrance.

“Tell me you want it,” he demanded, his voice rough with need.“I want it,” she begged, pushing her hips back. “Fuck me, Rohan. Please.

”He didn’t hesitate. With one hard thrust, he buried his dick deep inside her, stretching her pussy in a way that made her scream.

He gripped her hips, pounding into her relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

Her tits bounced with every thrust, and she reached down to rub her clit, chasing the orgasm building inside her.“God, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his balls slapping against her as he fucked her harder. “You’re mine now, Bhabhi.

This pussy belongs to me.”“Yes!” she cried, her body trembling as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her cunt spasming around his cock, milking him as she came.

Rohan followed moments later, grunting as he spilled inside her, his hot cum filling her up until it dripped down her thighs.

They stayed like that, panting, his softening dick still inside her, until he finally pulled out.

He turned her around, kissing her softly this time, a stark contrast to the raw fucking they’d just shared.

“Our little raaz,” he whispered against her lips, a smirk playing on his face.Priya smiled back, her body still buzzing with satisfaction.

“Our secret,” she agreed, knowing this wouldn’t be the last time.