Mahabharat 18+

After a few months Dhritarashtra and Vrushali had sex all the time, she still remembers the hottest sex she had with him.

She had coved the bed in golden coin, Dhritarashtra was sitting on the bed and she was sitting on his dick.

They were kissing each other while she was playing with the gold coin's, she was jumping up and down moaning and when she was about to scream loudly.

The door opened and Gandhari came in, she stoped jumping and placed her hand on his mouth, she whispered that Gandhari was there.

They both were talking, she didn't have any idea that her husband's dick was deep inside her.

She took one of the gold coins and placed it in her mouth, biting down on it firmly to stifle any scream that threatened to escape her lips.

The metallic taste filled her mouth, mingling with the warmth of her breath, as she felt the weight of the coin pressing against her teeth. It was a strange sensation, one that momentarily distracted her from the chaos surrounding her.

The glimmering gold, cold and unyielding, reminded her of the treasures she had grown up hearing about in tales of adventure and fortune, but now it represented something entirely different a desperate attempt to silence her fear.

As she continued to bite down, the sharp edges of the coin pressed into her gums, bringing her back to the present moment.

LShe could hear the muffled sounds of the world around her, the distant shouts and hurried footsteps, as panic began to rise within her like a tidal wave.

The coin served as a makeshift anchor, grounding her in a reality that felt increasingly surreal.

She wanted to scream, to shout for help, but the thought of drawing attention to herself sent another wave of dread through her.

Her mind raced as she thought of her options. She couldn't stay there, frozen in place, with the gnawing anxiety threatening to consume her.

What if someone found her? What if they were looking for her right now? The stories of those who had gone missing flooded her thoughts, and she gripped the coin tighter, feeling the cool metal against her skin, a bizarre comfort amidst the turmoil.

She knew she had to move, to act, to find a way out of this situation. With a deep breath, she forced herself to swallow her fear, letting the coin slip from her teeth as she steadied herself. She had to be brave.

The world outside was uncertain, but she resolved to face whatever lay ahead with a newfound determination. There was no turning back now, she would fight for her freedom, one step at a time.

Slowly she started to jump back up and down, he held her hips to stop her but she didn't like.

She gave up and started to jump up and down faster. That's was the first time they almost got caught.

Vrushali had grown accustomed to the complexities of her relationship with Dhritarashtra, even after they had tied the knot. In fact, she found a peculiar sense of comfort in their unconventional love.

Despite societal norms and expectations surrounding marriage, Vrushali felt liberated in her bond with Dhritarashtra.

Their connection transcended the conventional boundaries set by society, allowing them to explore a passionate affair that filled her days with joy and excitement.

The thrill of sneaking glances at each other during family gatherings, the stolen moments that were both exhilarating and risky, only intensified her feelings.

Each encounter they shared was a reminder of the passion that lingered just beneath the surface, igniting a fire within her that she thought had long been extinguished by the mundanity of married life.

She reveled in the exhilaration of their secret rendezvous, where they could express their true selves without judgment or inhibition.

Dhritarashtra, too, found himself deeply enamored by Vrushali. Their affair was not just a fleeting fling; it was a deep and abiding connection that brought both of them immense happiness.

He appreciated her understanding nature, her ability to see beyond the constraints of their situation, and her willingness to embrace the unconventional aspects of their relationship.

There was a shared excitement in their secrecy, a thrill that made every interaction feel like a new adventure.

Vrushali didn't mind the whispers or the judgment that surrounded their affair. In her heart, she believed that love was not bound by traditional norms; it was a dynamic force that could take various forms.

She cherished the moments spent in Dhritarashtra's company, where they could be their authentic selves without the weight of societal expectations.

Their connection was a beautiful, albeit complicated, tapestry woven with threads of passion, understanding, and a fierce desire to be together, regardless of the world's opinions.

In this dance of love and secrecy, Vrushali had found a piece of herself she never knew was missing, and it filled her with an undeniable sense of happiness.

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