Be My Wife Tonight
I reached out my hand towards her to hold onto.
Rivaaj
If you want to replace my wife tonight, then your name is Aalia for tonight.
She giggled as I pulled her to my chest.
Rivaaj
Aalia, called me Rivaj
Sameera
*smirks seductively** Okay, Rivaj
I took her to my place and was interrupted by my housemaid immediately.
Housemaid
Rivaaj Sahib... This-?
I frowned immediately, and turned to glare at her and she shut herself up immediately.
Ever since my wife died, I never brought a woman home, and the first woman I brought home, was a whore and that too on the death anniversary of my beloved wife, Aalia. That was too much, but tonight, I'm going to fuck my wife again. I'm going to reunite my body with hers.
I demanded, and she quickly bowed her head down and moved out of my way.
Sameera
Rivaaj, baby let's go. We need to get a lot of work done.
The woman in my arms smirked at me, her hands tickling down my chest. I grabbed her neck immediately. Her tricks were making me sick.
Rivaaj
First of all, Aalia never called me "baby" and second, she was not as cheap and flirting as you.
She coughed and looked at me scared with the sudden change in my attitude. I loosened my grip over her neck and reached out my hand towards her.
I said and took her to the basement, where my wife rests in peace. The glass box was lying there, she looked over to the frame and asked me,
Sameera
Uhm... Rivaaj, what's this?
I loosened up my tie and unbuttoned the cuffs of my shirt.
Rivaaj
My Aalia... She rests inside this glass box.
I said calmly and her eyes widened
Sameera
Wh-what? Y-You mean... A d-dead body?
The horror dripped from her eyes. But now, I don't care. I pulled her into me
Rivaaj
Yeah, her dead body! She died a year ago. And I have kept her safe with me for so long. Let me fuck you while watching her, so I can imagine making love to my own wife, Aalia Ahluwalia.
Sameera
Oh My God, You Are Sick! LET ME GO!!
She yelled trying every means to push me away
Rivaaj
Now, that's exactly how my Aalia behaves.
I said and slapped her hard across her cheek. She fell on the glass box, where my wife resides.
She started, her eyes were filled with tears, she appeared a mess, just like how my Aalia used to be, every night.
Rivaaj
What? Didn't you want to be my wife for the night? So then be her.
I said and pushed her body backwards, throwing both her legs over my shoulders I ripped her panties off moving her pencil skirts upwards.
Sameera
NO! YOU'RE INSANE!! GET OFF OF ME!!
I bit hard on her cl*t, and she squeaked.
Rivaaj
Not a word, Aalia. NOT. A. WORD.
I looked over to my wife, looking so calm and beautiful sleeping in her grave and got up from her, opening my shirt.
Rivaaj
Tonight, after an entire year, I'm finally going to m*ke love to my wife.
I dropped my shirt down and pulled the woman's legs towards me and unzipped my pants. Like how Aalia used to, she yelled in pain too.
Sameera
Aah! No!! I Don't Want This, Make It Stop!! Stop it!!
Rivaaj
I'm sorry, I can't. I need my wife tonight
Sameera
Please... No. It Hurts.
Rivaaj
Just a little more baby. You know I'm almost there.
Sameera
It's been an hour... Sir.
Rivaaj
Oh, Aalia! Why did you leave me? Ugh... fuck. I miss you so much. Ahh... Aalia.
I fucked the woman all night, while looking at my wife's dead body. So, it felt like I was being with Aalia like that. It was four in the morning now, and I was done with her. I jerked her body aside and headed to my table to hold up a knife
Sameera
Sir, you raped me last night. I will go to the police-
Before she could finish whatever nonsense she was about to say that I was least interested in hearing, I grabbed her head from her hair and slit her throat.
I picked up a whore that nobody cared about, so I could easily kill her and get away from the police case. Anyway, I am Rivaaj Ahluwalia, the king of this town. No one can cage me.
I dropped the knife aside and grabbed a tissue to wipe up my fingers and walked over to my beloved wife's grave and dropped on my knees before her.
Rivaaj
I love you Aalia... Please take another birth and come back to me. I really miss you.
I mumbled, tears rolling down my cheeks as I leaned my head over the glass coffin my wife rested inside for 366 days now.
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