⚠️‼️ The following chapter contains the scenes of marital rape and triggering personalities. Skip, if you're not comfortable.

Author pov

Indra grabbed her thigh and pulled her down. He started kissing her neck harshly. Tulasi tried to push him away but failed to do so.

He left so many bite marks on her neck and then moved towards her boobs. 

He didn't bother sucking it; he took her nipple between his teeth and bit it. Tulasi let out a scream in pain. 

He was doing the same to her other nipple but with his fingers. 

Indra tortured her breasts. He left behind red and purple bites with his teeth imprinted onto them.

"I... Indra ji, please let me go. This hurts a lot. Don't do this to me." Tulasi begged in her sobs of pain.

"not until you learn your lesson." Indra lined his cock in her vagina, and he didn't even let her adjust to his size.

He started thrusting inside her like a madman. He was taking out all his anger on her. 

Tulasi held the headboard of the bed and started moaning in pain.

His pounding was so intense that the bed was shaking and creaking. 

Tulasi's body was jerking up due to the force. It was too much for her.

"I..Indra ji, I beg you... s..slow down. H...have some mercy on me." She started crying out loud; she couldn't handle his powerful thrusts.

At this point, everyone in the house knows what's happening, but no one tried to stop it. Because Anuja told them not to go near their room. She told them that it's a husband's duty to teach his wife how to behave.

1½ minutes went by, and Indra didn't show any signs of slowing down. His pace was the same.

Tulasi's body started shaking. Her lower part was aching. Her body was telling her to stop this torturous pace somehow.

She was moaning and panting like hell. Her vision became blurred. Her head was spinning due to his intensity.

Indra was thrusting into her while gritting his teeth, and he was fighting between his mind and heart. He closed his eyes while doing all this. He couldn't look into her eyes. 

In a last attempt, Tulasi wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer and sobbed into his ear.

"P... please... My body aches. Indra ji, I can't handle it anymore." Tulasi's words were shaky and low. 

Indra opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the mangalsutra that was lying near Tulasi's shoulder. Something in him stirred. His heart was aching now.

He immediately stopped his act; he was panting heavily. The room was now filled with Tulasi's soft sobs. 

He looked at her face, and he couldn't watch it. He hugged her tightly with a numb face. He can't name the feelings he is experiencing right now.

He just kept hugging her for 3 minutes. Tulasi's body was shivering due to the earlier events. She didn't stop crying. 

He pulled his 'thing' out and sat while resting his back on the bedset. Tulasi hissed in pain when he removed it. 

He pulled her into his embrace; she was sitting on his lap. He made her lay her head on his chest, and he buried his face into her hair, inhaling her smell. He kept hugging her. They both didn't speak a word. 

Tulasi's sobs subsided eventually. But she didn't say anything. Indra started caressing her hair.

"I'm sorry.... Tulasi." Indra muttered.

Tulasi didn't reply; her body has gone through a shock. She was still shivering in his embrace.

"You don't understand what I felt when I saw you in that state. Some assholes saw the treasure that's only for me. You wore a bra; that's why your assets weren't visible. What if you didn't wear one? Then?" Indra spoke, trying to justify his emotions and acts.

He hugged her tighter. And pecked her head. "Tulasi.... I can't control my anger. Another man looking at you... It's something that I can't just sit behind and watch. When I looked at your mangalsutra, I couldn't hurt you anymore. My mind was telling me to punish you, but my heart wasn't listening."

Tulasi was numb now. She's just listening to him. Her body does not have the strength to speak.

"I know that I shouldn't have done it. But I can't help it since I can't raise my hand on you. Now.... I realized that I can't hurt you in any manner. Because I feel this immense guilt later on." Indra spoke in a gentle tone.

Indra cupped Tulasi's cheek and made her look at him. "Say something... Meri jaan" 

Tulasi looked into his eyes, and yes, she found that he was actually guilty. But... she needed time to think about everything. Mainly her body needed it. But she also loved him so much that she can't stay upset at him. It's like she doesn't care about anything but Indra. She has grown this immense love of care, toxicity, gentleness, and rudeness for him. 

"Indra ji... Do you trust me?" Tulasi asked in a low but audible tone.

"Yes, yes, I do. I acted like that out of my jealousy and... I was drunk. I'm still drunk, but... Your tears are enough to bring out my softness in every situation." Indra said while caressing her cheeks.

"M..my body hurts, Indra ji. And it stings down there." Tulasi spoke with tears again.

Indra's heart was aching immensely. He made her lie down and covered her with a blanket, then wore his clothes. 

He caressed her hair. "I'll be back in a minute." 

He walked out, and he himself stepped into the kitchen and boiled some water. 

Everyone was inside their rooms. After the water boiled to lukewarm temperature. He brought it into his bedroom.

He locked the door and sat on the edge; he tried to remove the blanket from her lower body, but Tulasi stopped him in fear.

Indra felt upset... He knows that it's because of his behavior earlier. 

"Tulasi... I'll not hurt you. I promise." Indra says after locking his eyes with hers.

Tulasi gulped and nodded, then rested back.

Indra soaked a cotton cloth in the warm water, and then he slowly wiped her inner thighs. He has seen many doctors suggesting this during his panchayat meetings. Because marital rape was common in every household. Mostly, men don't even care about their wives feelings or pleasure. They don't even check on their wives after the deed. 

Indra gently wiped her intimate area. His touches were so soft and gentle, unlike his behavior from earlier.

He knows that if it were another man in his place, Tulasi would be in the hospital. Domestic violence towards women was too common; no one cared about it. But... when he became a gram pramukh and heard about women's problems, he decided not to commit such stuff on his wife. But his anger got the best of him. 

Tulasi's pov.

I watched him wiping my inner thighs. It felt soothing. He knows everything... But he hurt me in his anger. 

I know I should be aware of my surroundings. Women here are not safe at all; they're like prey to everyone. I know how disgraceful it is when another man witnesses a wife in such a situation. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I knew how Indra ji must've felt.

But... his actions and words hurt me a lot. Even amidst his anger, he listened to my cries. That's what makes him special. I would have been dead if it was someone else.

My body is hurting a lot. I want to sleep and forget about everything. His technique to soothe the area was working effectively.

No matter how much I want to stay mad at him, I can't. Not because I can't stay angry at my husband, but because I'm blinded by love. 

The moment he realized his mistake, even when he was in rage, I got to know how much he loved me. 

But I can't just tell him all this. No matter how much I love him, he was wrong. Everyone will say otherwise, but I'm a devotee of Shiv Ji. I know he would never justify a husband forcing his wife. I do not care about the society; they always say that the woman is at fault. 

I want Indra ji to realize his mistake in his own way; that's why I didn't confess my feelings when he asked me to speak. 

After a while, my body was feeling a little better. I was staring at the roof in my thoughts. My eyes slowly drooped, and I fell asleep without even knowing. 

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