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The Stolen Mangalsutra

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Chapter 2: Haldi – Yellow Silk and Turmeric
The next day was haldi. They dressed me in a bright yellow silk saree, backless blouse tied with strings. Aunts smeared turmeric paste all over my exposed skin while giggling. Vikram watched with dark eyes.
During the ceremony, we fed each other sweets. His fingers lingered, brushing my lips. That night he came again.
This time he was slower, more thorough. He made me stand in front of the mirror in just the yellow saree, pallu down. He kissed my neck from behind, hands roaming. “Look how beautiful you are, Priya.” He pulled the blouse strings open, letting my padded breasts spill out. He sucked on the nipples while fingering my ass with turmeric-slick fingers.
Then he sat on the bed and pulled me onto his lap, facing the mirror. I sank onto his thick cock, gasping as it stretched me open. “Ride me,” he commanded. I bounced, the yellow silk bunched around my waist, my cock slapping against his stomach with every thrust. He gripped my hips, thrusting up brutally, one hand jerking me off. I came first, painting his chest. He followed, filling me so deeply I felt it for hours afterward.

Chapter 3: Sangeet – Dancing in Desire
Sangeet night. I wore a half-saree—navy blue with silver zari, crop top blouse that barely contained me, lehenga flaring around my hips. I danced to Tamil film songs, hips swaying, bangles clinking. Vikram’s gaze never left me.
Later, in a dark corner of the decorated hall, he pulled me behind heavy curtains. “I need you now.” He hiked up my lehenga, pulled my panty down just enough, and entered me in one thrust. Quick, desperate fucking—his hand over my mouth to muffle my moans as guests laughed nearby. The risk made it hotter. He came inside me, then dropped to his knees and sucked me clean while I trembled.
That full night he took me three times. Once missionary, legs wrapped around him as he kissed me deeply. Once doggy-style, pulling my long hair like reins. Once with me on top, grinding slowly while he played with my nipples and cock until I begged for release.

Chapter 4: Temple Visit – Sacred and Sinful
The temple function. Traditional red saree again, fully decked in gold. While the families prayed, Vikram pulled me into a secluded alcove behind a pillar. “Lift your saree,” he whispered urgently.
I obeyed. He fingered me open quickly, then fucked me standing—my back against ancient stone, one leg wrapped around his waist. The sound of distant mantras mixed with the wet slap of his cock driving into my cum-slick hole. He bit my neck to stay quiet as he filled me again. Walking back to the car afterward, I could feel his seed leaking down my thighs, soaking the petticoat.
That night he was gentle at first, then savage. He tied my hands with my own pallu and edged me for nearly an hour—sucking me, fucking me, stopping every time I was close—until I was sobbing with need. When he finally let me cum, it was while he was buried deep, breeding me as my body shook.

Chapter 5: The Wedding and the Choice
The final day. The real Kavya had sent one cryptic message: she was safe and sorry. The family still didn’t know. I stood in the mandap in full bridal finery—red Kanjeevaram, heavy veil, mangalsutra around my neck—beside Vikram.
During the seven pheras, his hand squeezed mine. I was rock-hard under layers of silk, his cum from an earlier stolen quickie still inside me.
After the rituals, in our new bedroom, he removed my veil and kissed me tenderly. Then the hunger took over. He laid me on the flower-decorated bed and made love to me for hours—slow and deep, then fast and filthy. He fucked me in every position, filling me twice more, stroking me to orgasm while whispering, “You’re mine now, Priya… Arun… whoever you are.”
In the afterglow, I told him everything. He smiled. “I knew something was different. I fell in love with the real you anyway.”
We decided together: I would continue as Priya for the family. In private, I am both—his perfect traditional wife by day, his eager, cum-hungry lover by night. The mangalsutra stays around my neck. Forever.

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