Shree Lakshmi's sexy affair. Part 7

A decade ( 10 years) passed since my
encounter with my brother. Many drastic
events happened in my life. My entire life
has changed now as I feared, my brother
became addicted to me. I feared going to my
home to see my father and mother, when
Sree Hari was around at first I tried to resist
him and but he was blind with lust. He
threatened me of revealing my debauchery to
Mukundan through anonymous letters at
last.
I had to succumb to his intentions and he
fucked me at ancestor home, when I went
there to see my father who got ill. He came
to me the same night I went there. He came
in my room in the mid night after every body
were fast asleep. Mukundan was not with
me. He fucked me in my room with my child
sleeping beside after that incident he came
many times at my home even during the
weekend to my home. He tried to caress and
squeeze my private parts secretly even when
Mukundan was around.
He would stand behind me with his cock
touching my round bottom, when I was
doing some work in kitchen. His ended his
lust towards his sister after his love
marriage four years ago. I threatened him
that I would commit suicide, if he came once
more by cheating his newly wed wife. I don’t
want to endanger my brother’s marriage life.
Later he shifted to United States with his
wife. I almost collapsed when I came to
know Mukundan cheated me. He kept a
secret relationship with one of his female
colleague.
They were college sweet hearts and in the
course of their life, they separated each
other as she is from other religion. Their
families did not grant their wish to marry.
Mukundan eventually married me but that
girl could not forget Mukundan. She
remained a sphister. They met at the office
when she was appointed as a Zonal
Divisional Manager where Mukundan was
working as a clerk. Old passion ignited
again and they ended up in the bed soon
after. Mukundan kept it as a secret even
when he became a father of a girl child
through her.
One week gap between out meetings in the
weekends was helped them to carry their
affair smoothly. We engaged in a very bitter
argument when I came to know about my
cheating husband and his kid. She had not
even half of my beauty even Chirutha was
prettier than her. She has same body
structure as Chirutha big tits and heavy
buttocks! But she was a little fairer. Chirutha
was jet black. Any man would think why he
left me for such a woman. Still Mukundan
cheated me for her.
Love was blind and she was his old sweet
heart.I came back to my home but the fact
remained the same. Mukundan loved me but
he was not able to leave his college sweet
heart who was his first love and she, who
did not marry any other man even after
Mukundan’s marriage with me. Mukundan
pleaded very much to come back but I was
not in a mental state at that time to forgive
him but in my deep mind I knew that
eventually I will forgive him as I was in love
with Mukundan and he was the official
father of my two kids.
What are you thinking, darling? I felt wide
strong hands encircling me from behind. I
was being pulled to a broad hairy chest. I
leaned to that strong chest and said nothing
Aalim. I was just thinking about our past
and don’t think about that. That is a closed
chapter. You are no more that Hindu Sree
Lakshmi. Now you are our sweet wife
‘Shaheena’ and mother of our four Muslim
kids. I will not leave you even if you think of
going back to that Hindu beggar who throw
you out so mercilessly.
I don’t even think about him, Shaheena. I
love you. Don’t think that my love is just
infatuation. No, Aamil I am not thinking
about that. I will never leave you. I know
how much you and Aamil love me and you
love did not diminish even after the birth of
our three kids and I know all your
businesses are in my name. That shows
your love and trust towards me. I will never
cheat you and never break your trust, yes! I
am now the wife of Aamil officially and Aalim
unofficially both are very lovable and caring.
Aalim decided that he would not marry
another girl. His family protested but he did
not succumb afterwards their family also
understand the twin’s intention and
reconciled. Soon after the quarrel with
Mukundan I find solace in the twins. They
stand beside me and gave me emotional
support at the time of my life’s most drastic
crisis. I found them very understandable and
they helped me in healing my deep wound.
They freshened their offer of marriage after
six months of my separation with Mukundan
after they confirmed that I some what
recovered from my grievance.
They offered to marry me without even
converting to Islam and were ready to
receive my kids as their own but I was so
touched with their caring and love towards
me, I decided myself to convert to Islam and
it was Aalim who gave me the name
‘Shaheena’. Soon I arranged the divorce and
in spite of the protest of my family members,
I converted to Isalm and marry Aamil
officially. As Aamil imagined, his community
and family members were very happy as
such a pretty high class Nair woman was
embracing their religion.
Divorse formalities completed amicably but
court gave the custody of boy to Mukundan
and girl to me. Now she lives with me and
call Aamil ‘Abbajaan’ and she grows as a
Muslim and everybody regard her as our
elder kid. I left the habit of going to temple
every morning. Now I do 'Namaz' five times
a day and read 'Quran'. My father and
mother would not even believe it , if they
ever saw me in 'black purdah' the way of life
i am leading now.
My husbands gave Susan many Crores to
release me from her clutches even they had
to threaten her of severe consequences, if
she would not leave me free at last she
succumbed to their money and muscle
power. One year after the marriage to Aamil,
I gave birth to a beautiful boy and two more
in subsequent years but I don’t know who
their father is and the twins are least care
about that. Leave the past, my dear sweet
Shaheena. Please give me another beautiful
baby in a year. Let me prepare you for that
before Aamil come for doggy. Aalim lift me
up like a flower with both hands and started
walking towards the master bed.
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