The Mental Sickness Part 3
Hello indian sex stories dot net Readers, Thanks for reading and liking my stories. I got motivated to write more and believe there are many in queues. The hard fact is that I am not getting much time to write due to my job and housework. But whenever I get time I am writing these for you. Later that day when all work finished and most of the guests go back to their towns and homes, I sat with Brides mother and did some gossip meanwhile taking some food as we both were hungry. That was real tired and came back to my home at night 11 PM approx. I locked my main door and went directly to my bedroom and fall on my bed like there is no tomorrow and quickly the goddess of sleep takeover the charge. That night I got a very pleasant sleep. I woke up at next day mid noon. There were some missed calls from my husband and Rafik too. Also some from the hospital. I replied everyone one by one and went to prepare some food. I dropped a message to Rafik that I am going to the hospital so you can eat your lunch outside today. I ate my lunch, clean my house, took bath and again went to sleep. It was 9 in night when my door bell rang. I opened the door with half eyes open, it was Rafik. He came inside and closed the door and in a loud voice he said where were you, i am trying your phone since morning. I was not aware what he was saying as i was still feeling sleepy. I ignored him and went to bathroom clean my face and directly went to kitchen and asked, what happen, you are shouting like Earth will be destroyed tomorrow. I was tired and sleeping all day and switched of my mobile. I was preparing tea for us and he caught me from behind and said i want to drink milk and thrown away my night dress. Started sucking my boobs very fast. I turned off the Gas Stove. And took him to my bedroom. We remove clothes and our love session was started. He fucked me thrice that night. Once he done with me he grab and wore his clothes and said that Sir, is coming tomorrow. Your phone was switched so he called me and first time ever i was like who cares. When he left i closed the door and again went to sleep. Later that morning i woke up as usual, clean strains of his sperms from bed and got ready for hospital and left my house. I gave my keys to Rafik and left. Days passed and a new session of colleges started. New peoples enrolled for a hostel and some old one too. Time has passed and my ordinary routine life started, Wakeup early in the morning, clean house, prepare breakfast, took bath, got ready and left for the hospital. Do daily works at the hospital, came back and prepare dinner for both of us and went to sleep. This time applications from students went high due to new coaching classes in my town, so my husband decided to upgrade and add more rooms in one of the existing PG. He took some money on loan and some of our savings and the construction work started within a week. The constructor is very professional and my husband asked him to finish it in one month. Some rooms were designed to be bigger for 4 or 5 students and some were for an only single person. It was finished as per the time and soon it fills with new students. Well, one day Rafik arrived at our house and gave us an Invitation card for his brother’s marriage and insisted us to come. The marriage was after 7 days from the invitation and at Rafik’s hometown, which actually a village, far than from our town. As my husband was aware of the situation earlier that Rafiq was sick and took care of him, He said that you must go, I can’t go due to new applications. He left me with no choice and I said, Rafiq, that I will come. My husband hires a 14 Seater for us because some of his friends from college and PG was also going. We left 3 days earlier because boys and girls want to enjoy the marriage. So, I left with them. It was approx 11-hour journey. After reaching there I found that it was quite a good Village and progressive compare to other and came to know that Rafiq’s Family is the richest of the Village and his Grandfather is the Sarpanch of the village. After reaching Rafiq’s Villa we were warmly welcomed and his sisters took me to my room. After taking some rest, we were invited for food at the hall. There Rafiq introduced me to his family and relatives. His mother and father were really gentle and looking young. They praised me to help their son and I took that warmly. They treated me as one of their own and I was given some big responsibility. That night I was sitting with Rafiq’s mom and I asked her, is it true that in your religion you only leave your own blood and can marry any other. She said yes it’s right some how but in your family, Rafiq’s Great GrandFather change this tradition, his thinking was ahead of his time and etc etc.. And we are really happy with this. At the wedding day, i was looking stunning as the girls in their house helped me to get ready in their style. Most of the men were staring at me. So do the ladies. But Rafiq’s mom Nazia smiled and hugged me and said you are looking beautiful. Rafiq’s father, Zakir also smiled and said do not worry about others, they will come and go. Our family doesn’t mind anything. The marriage happened successfully followed by a dinner party. There in the party, i saw well-known politician and I asked Rafiq’s mother about that. She said, these all are from the same party and my husband will be contesting from one of the assembly seats in the city. He is very well recognized face there. It was the first I was in such grand party. Next day after marriage we all decided to leave the Village but Nazia and Zakir insisted me to stay for 2 or 3 more days. They spoke to my husband and he agrees. Rest of the kids left for the Town. Nazia told Zakir that now everything is finished well why don’t we show Sonal our farms. I got ready, as I have no ordinary clothes because I came for marriage purpose only.