The soft glow of the morning sun peeked through the wooden windows, casting golden hues across the room. Amrita stirred in her sleep, her small hands curled near her face, her breath warm and even.

Beside her, Anurag, her husband, lay on his back, the hard planes of his chest rising and falling in a deep, peaceful slumber. His sharp jawline, the rough stubble dusting his face, and the way his dark hair fell messily across his forehead made him look even more handsome. She watched him with admiration, her innocent heart swelling with affection.

She had been married to him for some time now, and though he had been nothing but patient and kind, she still didn’t fully understand everything about the ways of a husband and wife.

Shifting slightly, she moved closer, wanting to feel the warmth of his body. But just as she snuggled into him, she felt something hard pressing against her lower belly.

Her brows furrowed. Ye kya hai ??( *What was that?*)

Frowning, she hesitantly pressed against it with her small hand, feeling the rigid shape beneath the blanket.

Anurag groaned in his sleep, his body shifting, his fingers flexing against the mattress.

Amrita’s eyes widened ye dard mein hain kya ?(*Was he in pain?*)

A deep crease formed on her forehead as she cupped it, applying light pressure. Another deep, almost strangled sound left his throat, his brows drawing together as if he were resisting something even in his sleep.

Ye kya hai hum dono ke beech aur ye aisi aawaz kyun nikal rahe hain ("What is this between us? And why is Anurag Ji making such strange sounds?") she mumbled, irritated that something was coming between her and her husband.

Kuch rehgaya kya bistar pe raat ko (Had they left something on the bed?)

Determined to find out, she gently pulled the blanket down to uncover the mystery.

Amrita blinked. Once. Twice. Then gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

His trousers were... large. It was as if something inside was pressing against the fabric, straining for space.

Realization hit her.

Ye toh wo hai jo humne padayi ki thi haan wahi toh hoga yahan ("His... male organ... it's supposed to be in there... I read about it in school,”) she whispered, her cheeks heating.

But then, her mind jumped to something far worse. Swelling.

Her breath hitched. Aare nahi (Oh no!)

Tears pricked her eyes as panic took over.isska matalab ye dard mein hain? Bohot jayada pukara bhi aagaya hai..ye bimar ho gaye kya ("Does this mean it’s swollen? Is he sick? Is my husband in pain?!")

She knew that when people got hurt, their arms or legs swelled up. What if this was an injury?

Fear shot through her.

Without another thought, she shook him violently.

Anurag jii ..uttiye na ("ANURAG JI! WAKE UP! PLEASE!") she cried, her voice laced with worry.

Anurag groaned again, still lost in the haze of sleep, his body shuddering from the sudden movements.

" hmmm..."

But Amrita wasn’t done. She had to save him. She started shouting calling his parents and others.

Her hands moved instinctively. Without thinking, she slipped her fingers inside his trousers, wrapping them around the rigid flesh.

Anurag jerked awake with a *sharp gasp, his body going taut.*

The moment his sleepy mind registered the *warm, soft grip around his length, his breath hitched, a deep groan* tearing from his throat.

"Amrita..." he gritted out, his voice hoarse, his body betraying him.

She didn’t stop. She began pumping him.

Aap chintha maath kijiye anurag jii mein madath karti hoon aapki ("Don’t worry, Anurag Ji! I will help you!") she said with determination, completely oblivious to what she was actually doing to him.

His entire body tensed, his muscles flexing as he fought for control.

"Fuck... baby, stop," he growled, his voice rough with both pleasure and desperation.

But she wouldn’t listen.

Koi nahi meine papa ji ko bhulaya hai aap fikar maath kijiye ga wo abhi doctor ko le aayenge ("No, no! I called Papa Ji and others, I will ask them to bring the doctor! Don’t worry, they will help you!") she said, pumping faster, convinced she was helping him.

His heart stopped.

"YOU DID WHAT?!"(Kya kiya tumne) Anurag straight up, his breath ragged, panic slamming into him like a freight train.

"Yes! Everyone is coming to help you!"( Sab aa rahe hain aapki madath ke liye ) she said proudly, continuing her movements.

His entire world spun. His innocent little wife had just called his father and the entire household while she had her hand wrapped around his...

"FUCKING HELL."

He quickly grabbed her wrist, stopping her *strokes, biting back a moan as pleasure coursed through him.*

"Tumhe meri kasam, tum kisi ko kuch nahi bataogi!" he said through clenched teeth, his jaw tight as he tried to control himself from losing it.

"But Anurag Ji—"(par Anurag jii)

"Amrita! Let go!" (Amrita chod do ) he pleaded, his control slipping, his body betraying him.

Just then—

*Loud footsteps echoed outside.*

"ANURAG! What happened?!("Anurag kya hua )His father’s deep voice boomed as the door creaked open.

Fucking. Shit.

Anurag froze, his pulse skyrocketing.

In one swift motion, he yanked the blanket over himself and coving Amrita’s hand along with it just in time before the older man, his mother entered with his siblings.

Anurag clenched his jaw, trying to calm his erratic breathing, but Amrita—his sweet, innocent little wife—was about to ruin him.

"Papa Ji, I think Anurag Ji is sick! He was in so much pain! His—"(papa ji mujhe lagta hai Anurag ji bohot dard mein hain ,wo bimar ho gaye hain aur unnka ..

Anurag shot forward, slapping his palm over her mouth.

"Nothing!"(Kuch nahi ) he said quickly, forcing a strained smile while trying to hide the evidence beneath the covers.

Amrita muffled something against his palm, still trying to explain.

Anurag groaned internally.

*This was going to be a long morning.*

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