The next morning, Rajni stirred awake, a strange sensation pulling her from her slumber—an intimate rhythm that left her breathless. Her eyes flickered open, still hazy with sleep, and she was met with the sight of Thakur Ratnesh's face hovering above hers, his expression a mix of satisfaction and dominance.
"Ah, you're finally awake," he murmured, his voice low and taunting as he leaned closer, brushing his lips against her neck with deliberate intent.
Rajni’s breath hitched as her mind caught up with her body, the lingering haze of sleep doing little to dull the intensity of the moment. Her pulse quickened as Thakur Ratnesh's lips grazed her skin, his breath warm against her neck.
“You slept so peacefully,” he continued, his voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and authority. “I almost didn’t want to wake you… almost.”
Her body tensed instinctively, her mind racing to piece together the events of the night before. Memories came in fragments—his presence, his touch, and her own exhaustion pulling her into an unguarded sleep.
"But then I couldn’t go ahead like my brother without taking a fill of you" he added, increasing the pace of his thrusts as he kept pulling and pushing himself in and out of her, Rajni's hand shot forward to get hold of anything as she neared her orgasm, the pleasurable mewls kept escaping her mouth, Ratnesh too felt himself nearing his orgasm and increased his pace little more.
"Urggghh" he moaned loudly feeling her nails digging in his back as he came undone in her.
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"Socha nahi tha ki tu aaj dekhne ko milega," Srikant remarked with a smirk as Ratnesh stepped into the room where the brothers handled all the official matters related to the village. Ratnesh, looking both tired and satisfied, casually strolled to the chair beside his elder brother and dropped into it, letting out a deep, exaggerated sigh.
"Man toh nahi kar raha tha chhodne ka," Ratnesh admitted, leaning back in the chair with a lazy grin. "Par wo ab aur kisi haal mein nahi thi."
Srikant chuckled, his amusement evident as he took in the telltale look of satisfaction and lingering desire on his brother's face. "Lagta hai, tune poora enjoy kiya."
Ratnesh rolled his eyes at the teasing but couldn’t hide the faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Jaise aapne nahi kiya." His voice was light, yet the implication was clear.
Srikant raised a brow, leaning forward slightly, his tone suddenly sharper. "Tera pehla hai, Ratnesh. Mera tajurba hai iska matlab yeh nahi ki sab kuch aam ho jata hai."
Ratnesh’s smirk widened. "Toh aap mana nahi karenge ki kal raat kuch alag tha? Lagta hai aap bhi shikaar se kaafi khush hai."
Srikant didn’t reply immediately, his expression hardening. His fingers absentmindedly grazed the edge of the table, and for a moment, his thoughts drifted back. Memories of Rajni’s trembling form beneath him, her soft gasps and the faint scratches she left on his back, came unbidden to his mind. The sensations had been overwhelming, even for someone as experienced as him. It wasn’t just her body but the way she had reacted—fear, submission, and an unwilling desire—that lingered.
Ratnesh, noticing his brother’s silence, leaned in. "Kya hua, Bhaiya? Aapko toh bas ek aur naam list mein daalna hoga."
Srikant’s gaze shifted to Ratnesh, sharp and unamused. "Zyada bol mat, Ratnesh. Jo raat guzar gayi hai uspar zyada mat soch."
"Jaise aap nahi soch rahe," Ratnesh countered slyly, leaning back in his chair, his confidence bolstered by Srikant’s uncharacteristic hesitation.
"Kaam pe dhyan de," Srikant snapped, redirecting the conversation as he picked up a document from the table. His tone made it clear the topic was closed, though the tension lingered in the room.
Ratnesh, still reclining in his chair, smiled faintly at his brother’s reaction before leaning forward and pressing the bell on the desk. Moments later, a timid knock echoed through the room.
"Come in," Ratnesh called lazily, his tone laced with authority.
A maid entered, her eyes firmly cast downward in respect and submission. "Ji, Maalik," she said softly, waiting for his orders.
"Rajni ke kamre mein jao," Ratnesh began, spinning a pen between his fingers with casual ease. "Saaf-safai kar dena, aur jab wo uthe, toh uske dard mein rahat dene ke liye ek garam patti ya balm laga dena. Uski nahaane aur kapdon ke liye bhi madad karna."
"Ji, Chhote Thakur," the maid replied obediently, standing still as if awaiting further instructions.
Ratnesh tapped the pen against the desk, considering something. "Aur haan, uske liye kuch accha sa pehnane ko de dena. Tailor ko bhi bula lena, uska naap le le taaki naye kapde ban sakein. Jab wo taiyaar ho jaaye, toh ushe yahan bhej dena. Humse milne."
"Ji, Maalik," the maid replied again, bowing slightly before waiting for permission to leave.
Ratnesh dismissed her with a wave of his hand, and the maid quietly exited the room.
Srikant, who had been observing his brother in silence, continued to stare a little longer than usual. His unspoken thoughts lingered, making Ratnesh finally raise a brow in question.
"If you have something to say, Bhaiya, you should say it," Ratnesh said, meeting Srikant's gaze directly.
Srikant’s expression remained neutral, though his voice held a firm edge when he finally spoke. "Don’t you think you’re overdoing it? Calling the tailor and assigning her a maid on her first day here? She only arrived yesterday. Don’t spoil her."
Ratnesh let out a soft chuckle, shrugging off the warning in his elder brother’s tone. "Why shouldn’t I? Isn’t this how it should be? She keeps us happy, so we keep her happy." He leaned back in his chair, his tone becoming more serious as he continued. "She deserves special treatment. After all, she’s ours now. And for me, she’s the first. She should live up to the position she holds."
Srikant’s brow furrowed slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.
"The Thakurs’ mistress should look beautiful, feel taken care of, and be well-fed," Ratnesh added, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "What’s the harm in making sure she knows her worth to us?"
Srikant leaned back, folding his arms across his chest. His jaw tightened briefly before he replied. "Just remember, Ratnesh, indulgence has its limits. Don’t let your emotions cloud your judgment."
Ratnesh shrugged again, clearly unconcerned by his brother’s advice. "You can keep your limits, Bhaiya. I’ll decide mine."
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Rajni let out a long sigh of relief as she sank into the tub filled with lukewarm water. The warmth embraced her body, soothing the aches and dulling the sting of the marks left by the Thakurs. She winced slightly as the water met the most tender areas, but soon the discomfort gave way to a sense of calm. For the first time since last night, she felt a sliver of ease.
The maid, who had been standing quietly by, stepped forward to help. She arranged Rajni's clothes on a nearby rack and then moved behind her, gently massaging her scalp as she worked the shampoo into Rajni’s hair.
"You’re truly very pretty," the maid said softly, her eyes briefly scanning Rajni’s body. "How old are you?"
Rajni hesitated for a moment before replying, "Eighteen." She kept her eyes closed, focusing on the soothing touch of the maid’s hands and the warmth of the water. Here, in the privacy of the bath, it felt like the world outside didn’t exist.
"It must have been a rough night," the maid ventured cautiously, her voice low. The evidence was clear—Rajni’s neck, breasts, and shoulders were marked with hickeys, a testament to what she had endured.
Rajni didn’t respond, partly because the answer was obvious and partly because she didn’t want to dwell on the memories of the night before. Silence lingered between them, punctuated only by the soft splashes of water.
"If you don’t mind me asking," the maid said hesitantly, "why are you here? Did your father borrow money from the Thakurs? Or… did he sell you?"
The question hung in the air, delicate yet intrusive. The maid’s voice was timid, not wanting to overstep. This was her first interaction with Rajni, and she didn’t know what kind of person she was or how she might react.
Rajni opened her eyes slightly, looking down at the water. "No," she said quietly, her voice trembling. "I sold myself."
The maid paused, her hands stilling for a moment in Rajni’s hair.
"My… my family," Rajni began, but her voice broke as tears welled up in her eyes. She thought of her five-year-old brother, the one she had practically raised like a son.
The maid remained silent, giving Rajni the space to speak at her own pace.
"This year, the crops failed," Rajni continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "There was sudden cold, unseasonal frost. My father’s entire harvest was destroyed. And my mother… her health started to worsen."
She took a shaky breath, the words spilling out like a confession. "We had no money for my mother’s treatment. No grain to buy food. My little brother and sisters… they would have starved to death. My mother would’ve died from her illness, and my father… my father would’ve been crushed by his guilt."
The maid’s expression softened, her heart aching at the young woman’s plight.
"When my father went to the Thakurs to ask for help," Rajni continued, her voice cracking, "they demanded me in return. They wanted me as payment. And I… I came here willingly. I couldn’t let my family die."
The maid remained quiet for a long moment, her hands resuming their gentle work on Rajni’s hair. "You’re brave," she finally said, her voice sincere. "What you did… it wasn’t easy. But you saved your family. They owe their lives to you."
Rajni’s eyes filled with tears again, but this time, she forced a faint smile. "I hope it was worth it," she murmured.
The maid nodded firmly. "It was. Don’t ever doubt that."
As she rinsed Rajni’s hair, she added, "If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here. Life in this haveli isn’t easy, but… you’re not alone."
Rajni looked at her, gratitude flickering in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered.
The maid offered a small, kind smile before helping Rajni out of the tub and handing her a towel. "Let’s get you dressed," she said gently. "Chhote Thakur has given strict instructions to take good care of you."
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