Arahan stepped into Sabiha's room and paused at the threshold, breath catching in his throat.
Sabiha stood near the bed, dressed in a school uniform, but not the simple village-style one. This was a city school outfit: a short pleated mini skirt in deep navy blue that barely reached mid-thigh, hugging the curve of her hips, and a crisp white half-shirt tied in a knot just below her breasts.
The top two buttons were undone, revealing deep cleavage and the soft swell of her breasts, no bra beneath, so her dark nipples pressed visibly against the thin cotton, stiff and prominent. When she bent slightly to adjust something on the dresser, the skirt rode up, exposing the full roundness of her ass.
A thin strip of white panty ran between her cheeks, barely covering her pussy lips and the tight pucker of her asshole, more decorative than functional, the fabric already damp and clinging.
The room smelled faintly of her jasmine soap from the morning bath, mixed with the warm, musky scent of her arousal. Sunlight streamed through the half-open window, catching the fine sheen of sweat on her skin and making the white shirt almost translucent.
Arahan crossed the room in three strides and grabbed her from behind, arms locking around her waist, cock already rock-hard and pressing insistently against the cleft of her ass through his shorts.
"Wah, my love," he murmured against her ear, voice thick and low, hands sliding down to squeeze her bare thighs. "You actually wore the school dress like I asked. Good girl."
Sabiha leaned back into him, her body soft and yielding, a small shiver running through her. "You're happy, that's enough for me," she whispered, voice husky.
She had dressed exactly as he commanded, only for him, and the knowledge sent a thrill through both of them.
Arahan could no longer hold back. He bent her forward over the edge of the bed, flipping up the tiny skirt. The thin panty was soaked, clinging to her swollen pussy lips. He tugged it aside roughly, exposing her glistening cunt, pink, puffy, dripping with need.
He freed his cock, thick and veined, and rubbed the head along her slit, coating himself in her wetness. Then, with one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her.
Sabiha gasped sharply, fingers clutching the bedsheet. "Ahh… so deep already…"
Arahan gripped her hips and began pounding into her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room, her heavy breasts swaying beneath the half-unbuttoned shirt with every thrust.
"Fuck, my love, you're incredible," he growled, one hand sliding under her shirt to squeeze a breast, pinching the stiff nipple hard. "Your daughters are nothing compared to you, raw buds next to a fully bloomed flower."
Sabiha moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Please… don't talk about my daughters in front of me like that."
"Alright, darling," Arahan said, voice rough with lust. He pulled out suddenly, making her whimper at the emptiness.
"What happened?" she asked, breathless.
"Just changing position," he replied. He turned her around, pressed her back against the wall, and lifted one of her legs high, hooking it over his arm. The mini skirt bunched uselessly around her waist. He lined up again and slammed back inside.
Sabiha's head fell back against the wall with a soft thud, mouth open in a silent cry. "Ahh… Arahan… what are you doing to me…"
He fucked her standing like that—deep, punishing strokes—her body pinned between the cool wall and his hard frame. The room filled with the obscene wet sounds of her soaked pussy taking him, her soft moans, and the rhythmic thump of her back against the plaster.
After a long, relentless session, Arahan felt the pressure build again. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her cunt with thick ropes of cum.
They collapsed onto the bed together, breathing ragged, bodies slick with sweat.
Sabiha looked up at him, eyes soft and filled with something deeper than lust—something like devotion. She now truly saw him as her husband.
"Will you come with us to Prayagraj?" she asked quietly.
"Why?" Arahan asked, tracing lazy circles on her stomach.
"Come with us. Stay with me there. If you want, I'll give you a job in my company as my private assistant."
"You can fuck me whenever you want. I'll serve you completely, like a wife. Every desire you have, I'll fulfill," Sabiha said, voice trembling slightly with emotion.
Arahan felt the pull. Prayagraj meant endless nights with Sabiha, Sana, and Bushra, fucking them whenever he pleased, and Sahil's ass was already his too. How could he refuse?
"I can't take a job right now," he said. "But why don't you get me admitted to Sahil's school for my college classes?"
"Yes, of course," Sabiha replied instantly. "I have good contacts there. You can join."
"Alright then. As soon as my results come, I'll come with you," Arahan said, already decided.
A little while later, a message came from Sana: Come now.
Arahan stood, dressed quickly, and headed out. "I'm going to fuck Sana and Bushra now. Time to turn those raw buds into full flowers."
As he reached Sana's room, Sahil stopped him at the door.
"What is it?" Arahan asked.
Sahil pointed silently toward the almirah. Hanging there was a groom's sherwani—rich maroon silk embroidered with gold.
Arahan understood immediately. He changed into the sherwani quickly and stepped inside.
The room took his breath away.
Sana and Bushra sat in the center of the bed, both dressed as brides. Heavy red lehenga cholis, intricate gold jewelry, veils draped modestly over their heads. Their faces were made up, kohl-lined eyes, red lips, bindis glowing on their foreheads. Rose petals were scattered across the white bedsheet in intricate patterns, filling the air with their sweet, heady fragrance.
The sight was overwhelming.
Arahan crossed the room in quick strides and sat between them.
"You both look breathtaking tonight," he said, voice low and rough.
They blushed, lowering their eyes shyly. Sana gestured toward two glasses of milk on the bedside table.
Arahan picked up one and raised it to his lips. Just as he was about to drink, Sana stopped him.
"What is it?" he asked.
"We want to drink your leftovers too," Sana whispered.
There were only a few sips left. Sana and Bushra divided it between them, drinking slowly, eyes locked on his.
"Now let's begin," Arahan said.
"Okay," Sana nodded.
Arahan reached for Sana first, lifting her veil gently and setting it aside. Her beautiful face came into view, flushed cheeks, dark kohl-rimmed eyes, lips parted slightly.
He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her deeply.
He had already removed his sherwani. His eight-inch cock stood rigid and ready.
"Suck it," he commanded.
Sana leaned forward without hesitation and took him into her mouth, lips stretching around his thickness.
At the same time, Arahan lifted Bushra's veil. She looked up at him shyly. He pulled her close and kissed her softly at first, then deeper, tongue sliding into her mouth while Sana sucked him eagerly.
"Now let Bushra have a turn," Arahan said.
"I might not do it well," Bushra whispered, eyes wide.
Arahan stared into Bushra's eyes, his voice low and commanding. "Who am I to you?"
Bushra remained silent for a long moment, her breath shallow, chest rising and falling beneath the heavy bridal lehenga. The room smelled of roses and sandalwood incense; the air felt thick with anticipation and the faint musk of arousal. Finally, she spoke, voice trembling but clear.
"From today… you are our husband."
Arahan's lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile. "Then you won't disobey your husband's command, will you?"
Bushra hesitated again, eyes flickering with fear and desire. Then, slowly, her small hand reached out and wrapped around his thick cock. Her fingers were cool against his heated skin. A few seconds later, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
She sucked tentatively at first, lips stretching wide around his girth, tongue pressing hesitantly against the underside. Sana joined her almost immediately, the two sisters taking turns, their warm mouths sliding over him in alternation. Wet, slurping sounds filled the room, mingling with their soft, muffled moans and the rustle of silk lehenga fabric.
"Enough," Arahan ordered after a few minutes. "Lie down on the bed."
Both girls obeyed instantly, reclining side by side on the petal-strewn sheet. Their heavy bridal jewelry clinked softly as they moved.
Arahan moved to Sana first. He lifted the layers of her lehenga, the silk whispering against her skin, and tugged her panties down her thighs. They caught briefly on her anklets before sliding off. Her pussy was already slick—glistening in the low lamplight, swollen lips parted slightly, a thin string of arousal connecting them.
He poured mustard oil from a small bottle on the bedside table, coating his cock and her entrance generously. The sharp, pungent scent filled the air. He positioned the head at her opening.
"Are you ready to become my wife?" he asked, voice rough.
"Since childhood," Sana whispered, eyes locked on him.
"Good," Arahan said.
He thrust forward in one powerful motion. Sana's eyes squeezed shut, her hands fisting the sheet so tightly her knuckles turned white. A sharp, high scream tore from her throat, raw and piercing, echoing through the thin walls of the house.
Everyone in the home heard it. They all knew: Sana was no longer a bud. She had bloomed into a woman under Arahan.
She writhed beneath him like an innocent lamb pinned beneath a bull. Arahan drove deeper, stretching her virgin walls mercilessly until her tight cunt was molded around his full length. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes; her body trembled with pain.
But Arahan was experienced. He stayed buried inside her for a moment, letting her adjust, then began thrusting, slow at first, then harder. Each stroke dragged against her sensitive walls, turning pain into something else.
Her cries softened into whimpers, then moans. The pain faded, replaced by growing pleasure. Her hips started lifting to meet his thrusts.
After a long, intense session, Arahan buried himself deep and came, flooding her womb with thick, hot spurts.
He stayed on top of her for a while, breathing hard, cock still twitching inside her.
Then he pulled out slowly, his shaft glistening with her juices and a faint trace of blood, and turned to Bushra.
"Suck it clean," he commanded.
Bushra hesitated, eyes wide, she knew where his cock had just been. But the memory of his earlier scolding lingered. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, tasting Sana on him, sucking obediently.
His cock hardened again quickly.
Arahan moved to Bushra next. He lifted her lehenga, tore her panties away with one rough pull, and exposed her smooth, hairless pussy, already wet and quivering.
Just like with Sana, he coated them both with oil, positioned himself, and thrust.
Bushra cried out instantly, high and helpless, as her virgin cunt stretched around him. Her body arched off the bed; her hands clutched his shoulders. Tears welled in her eyes as he tore through her barrier.
Arahan fucked her relentlessly, deep, powerful strokes that made her entire body jolt. Her pussy gushed around him, soaking the sheets beneath them. She felt helpless, overwhelmed, pinned beneath his strength.
After nearly half an hour of brutal fucking, Bushra's pain finally gave way to pleasure. She began moaning openly, hips rocking to meet his thrusts.
Arahan pulled her up, flipped their positions so she straddled him. She slowly lowered herself onto his cock, gasping as he filled her again. He gripped her slim waist and began bouncing her, her breasts jiggling beneath the choli, nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric.
Bushra rode him with growing abandon, her moans turning loud and unrestrained, voice rising in a feminine, desperate cadence. Her pussy clenched around him, milking his shaft.
Arahan delivered one final, brutal thrust and came inside her, thick pulses flooding her womb.
Bushra collapsed onto his chest, exhausted, trembling, completely spent.
The three of them lay together afterward, breathing heavily. Eventually, sleep claimed them.
When morning came, Sana and Bushra could barely walk. Their legs trembled with every step; they winced with soreness between their thighs.
For that reason, Arahan left them just as they were and came into Sabiha's room.