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With a slow, heavy breath, she carefully slipped out from under his weight. The cool morning air hit her bare skin, making her shiver as she realized her crimson handloom saree and shredded underwear were still discarded somewhere in the dark corners of the room. She was entirely naked, save for the heavy silver kamarbandh that had slid crookedly against her hip, its intricate metal bells jingliing softly in the quiet room.

She didn't want to wake the house, nor did she want to leave the warm cocoon of their sanctuary just yet. Her eyes drifted to the vintage wooden gramophone resting on the brass-accented console table in the corner of the room. A dusty, heavy vinyl record was already sitting on the turntable. 

On a romantic, wholly domestic whim, she gently lowered the brass needle onto the grooved surface.

A faint hiss and crackle filled the quiet bedroom before a timeless, melancholic melody began to breathe through the horn. The soulful, velvety voice of Geeta Dutt floated out, slow and enchanting:

"Tumi je amar, ogo tumi je amar... kaane kaane shudhu ekbar bolo, tumi je amar..." (You are mine, oh you are mine... whisper in my ears just once, that you are mine...)

The soft swell of the music reached Rehman through the fog of his deep sleep. He let out a low groan from the back of his throat, his jaw twitching as he slowly rolled onto his back. His heavy eyelids fluttered open, dark and bloodshot, fixed instantly on the breathtaking silhouette of his wife standing by the gramophone. 

His breath hitched, his lower belly instantly tightening with a heavy, throbbing ache that completely obliterated the last remnants of his sleep.

"Erom bhabe gaan bajiye, khola chul-e shari chara samne darale... tor ei shob bhorbelar naakhra dekhe ami ki kore shanto thaki, bol toh? Gaan chaliye boro prem jegechhe shokal shokal, na?" (When you play a song like this, standing before me with open hair and no saree... how am I supposed to remain calm seeing your early morning whims and fancies, hmm? Tell me? Playing music, someone's feeling awfully romantic early in the morning, aren't they?) Rehman rasped, a slow, lazy, incredibly smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He stretched out one arm, his fingers flexing against the rumpled sheets. "Edike aay. Amar kache aay. Gaan ta shuye shuye shon." (Come here. Come to me. Listen to the song while lying down.) 

Ulfat walked back to the bed, a soft, teasing glint in her eyes as she crawled back under the quilt, immediately curling into his side. "Keno? Jomidaar-babu-r ki shudhu raat-ei prem jage? Aar ki emon aache tomar kachhe, je aashbo? Shudhu toh oshobbhota... raat-e ja korle, amar ekhono shorir ta dicche na, jano toh?" (Why? Does Mister Zamindaar's romance only start at night? And what do you have anyways, that i should come to you? Just shamelessness... after what you did last night, my body is still not cooperating, do you know?) 

“Raat er kotha raat-ei thakuk. Ekhon shokal hoyegechhe. Pujo-r shokal tao abar. Ektu na lagale hoy? Ekbar... khali ekbar, khub aaste aaste korbo, shono na. Ekhon khali ektu aador chai, shona ma amar... eibar er ta ghumiye ghumiye-i korbo. Erom shuye-i thakbo... ektu lagate de, chomchom. Sotti bolchhi, ekdom jor korbo na. Tor ektu-o koshto hobe na." (Let what happened last night stay at last night. Its morning now, the morning of a festival, that too. Can we really do without a bit of action? I’ll go slow, just once, love, listen to me. I just want your affection, my sweet girl... this time we'll do it lazily, half-asleep. We'll just stay lying down like this... let me do it, my sweet. I swear, I won't go hard at all. You won't feel a single bit of discomfort.) 

Ulfat’s defense crumbled completely under the heavy, warm pressure of his body and the sweet, dizzying itch spreading between her thighs. She let out a soft sigh, pouting, her arm wrapping around his neck, her fingers tangling into his dark hair. "Shotti toh? Jor korbe na? Ekhono kintu byatha ache..." (Promise? You won't go hard? I’m still very sore...) 

"Ekdom-i na... khub aaste, shotti!" (Absolutely not... totally slow, really!) he whispered groggily against her skin, his voice taking on a mock-offended lilt, as if he was shocked she could even think he’d go against his word. 

“Naa.. mane, bola toh jaayna, tumi toh ekkebare jontu-janowar-der moto koro laganor shomoy, ke jaane abar shei bhoot chepe jabe. Ektuo prem-pirit-aador er bhaab aar ache tomar moddhye?” (No, you know.. You never know, you always end up behaving like a wild beast while we do it, who knows, maybe you’ll do the same now too. Do you even have a speck of love, romance or affection left in you?) she teased, her eyes glinting as she saw his eyebrow furrow and his arms pull her closer.

"Prem noy toh ki? Ek bela chokher shamne chhili na, buk-er bhetor ta fete jacchilo amar. Aar mamoni bolen naki prem nei." (If that wasn't love, then what is? You were hidden from my eyes for a whole evening, my insides were tearing apart. And now the missus says there's no romance.) 

"Hyan, hyan, dekhlam toh kemon prem," (Yes, yes, I saw what kind of love it was,) she whispered, her fingers trailing lazily through the dark hair on his chest, tracing the gold chain around his neck. "Shokal hoye geche, Rehman. Bhorer arati shuru hoye jabe thakurdalaan-e. Khoka-ra o jege jabe. Chharo ekhon, koyekta kaaj egiye ni." (It's morning, Rehman. The dawn prayers will start in the courtyard. The boys will also wake up. Let go now, let me finish a few chores.)

"O shob kaaj Uzair dekhbe. Aaj tomar chuti." (Uzair will handle all those chores. Today you are on leave.) Rehman muttered, his legs tangling with hers beneath the heavy sheets, his lower belly pressing flat against her hips.

Through the shared warmth, Ulfat felt it instantly- he was already thick, rigid, and fully erect again, throbbing with a lazy, heavy morning desire.

Rehman reached down under the quilt, his large, rough hand sliding between her thighs. He didn't rush. His fingers, heavy with sleep, lazily stroked the tender flesh of her inner thighs, parting them gently, his thumb finding her soaking wet slit. Even without much foreplay, she was already dripping, the leftover midnight release mixing with her arousal, keeping her slick and incredibly sensitive.

"Dekho... ekhono kemon bhije aachho," (Look... how wet you still are.) Rehman whispered against her lips, his thumb rubbing over her clit in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that made Ulfat let out a soft whimper, her eyes closing instantly as she tangled her fingers into his messy hair. "Shob amar jonno, na? Bol, chomchom... kaar jonno?" (It's all for me, isn't it? Tell me, my sweet... who is it for?)

"Tumi na... boddo beshi kotha bolo," (You... you talk way too much,) she panted softly, her breath hitching as the slow, heavy friction of his thumb began to wake up the throbbing ache between her legs, turning the soreness into a hot, tingling need. "Lagabe toh lagao... eto jalao keno, uff..." (If you're going to put it in, then do it... why do you torture me so much...)

Rehman let out a soft, deep chuckle, the vibration warming her chest. "Tui-i toh aaste korte bolli. Ekhon aastei toh korchhi... ghumiye ghumiye." (Didn't you tell me to go slowly? Now I am doing it slowly... sleepily.) 

Still lying on his side, Rehman lifted her upper leg, draping it lazily over his hip to expose her fully. He guided the blunt, thick head of his cock against her wet, sliding walls. He didn't deliver a powerful thrust. Instead, he simply leaned his weight forward, sliding his thick length inch by inch into her tight warmth, using the natural angle of their side-by-side bodies to bottom out completely against her cervix.

"Ah... Rehman... uff," Ulfat gasped into his mouth, her back arching slightly as the sheer, overwhelming fullness stretched her open once again. Because they were lying down, the penetration felt incredibly deep, every single throbbing vein of his shaft pressing hard against her sensitive internal walls.

"Haan... emni bhabe thak," (Yes... stay just like this,) Rehman groaned, a soft gasp escaping his own lips as her tight muscles immediately clamped down around him like a vice. He began to move his hips in a slow, lazy, circular grind, rubbing against her overstimulated clit. 

The rhythm was completely unhurried, perfectly matching the slow tempo of the gramophone song. There was no frantic pounding, no breathless screaming of last night; just the heavy, wet sound of their skin sliding together and the rhythmic, metallic clinking of her silver kamarbandh shifting against him. Rehman kept his face buried in the crook of her neck, his teeth lightly grazing her skin, his hands lazily stroking her waist, molding her body closer whenever he dragged himself out to the very tip before sliding back in. Every time Rehman shifted his pelvis forward in that slow, side-lying angle, the thick root of his cock pressed firmly against her outer lips, forcing her internal walls to ripple around him in tight, involuntary tremors. 

"Rehman... mmm, shona..." Ulfat whispered against his jaw, her eyes squeezed shut as she let her forehead sink into the hollow of his shoulder. Her hands were weak, her fingers loosely gripping the thick, knotted muscles of his back, feeling the slow, rhythmic flexing of his spine with every lazy push. "Erom... erom bhabe nile... bhetor bhetor kemon ekta jeno hoy..." (When you take me like this… I feel so strange inside...)

"Kemon hoy, bolo?" (How does it feel, tell me?) Rehman mumbled, his words slipping against the sensitive column of her throat, his lips leaving hot, damp trails along her skin. He didn't lift his head; he was too comfortably anchored between her thighs to pull away. He simply nudged his lower body forward again, his hip bone slamming with a soft, dull thud against her. "Bhalo lage? Bolo, lokkhiti... bhalo lage?" (Does it feel good? Tell me, my love... does it feel good?)

"Hyan... boddo bhalo," (Yes... too good,) she gasped out, her lower lip trembling as his thick, blunt head caught against the highly sensitive cluster of nerves right at her entrance before sliding all the way back into her tight, melting canal. 

Rehman’s large, calloused hand left her waist, sliding up under the quilt to find her tits. His fingers were slow, almost clumsy with sleep, but his grip was unyielding as he cupped the soft flesh, his thumb tracing the overstimulated peak until she arched her back with a breathless whimper.

"Ah! Tumi... shotti... ekdom bacchha-der moto..." (Ah! You... truly... the things you do, just like a child...) Ulfat panted, her breath hitching as he pulled her closer, the friction of his coarse chest hair rubbing against her bare nipples, sending a shock straight down to her core.

"Bacchha?" (A child?) Rehman let out a low, gravelly chuckle that vibrated deep in his chest against hers. His eyes remained half-closed, his long lashes shadowing his cheekbones, but his mouth found her lips, tasting her with a lazy, deep hunger. His tongue slid into her mouth, thick and slow, mimicking the agonizingly deep, grinding motion of his groin beneath the sheets. "Baccha-der kotha tulish na kintu ekhon, shonamoni. Duto toh achei, aarekta hoyejaak, naki? Bole de, toke chepe dhore aareka diye di ekhoni?" (Don’t bring up the kids right now, sweetheart. We already have two, you want one more or what, huh? Tell me, should I pin you down right now and put another one in you?), he grinned.

"Oshobbhotami-r shesh nei tomar... mukh-e ekhon kishob kotha je aano na..." (Shameless to no end... so many of god-knows-what words from your mouth now...) she whined into the kiss, her face flushing a brilliant crimson. But her body was completely betraying her words. Her hips began to move on their own, tilting upward in a lazy, circular motion that perfectly met his downward grinds. 

Rehman let out a ragged breath against her lips, his lower jaw locking as he felt her internal muscles instantly pulsing around his shaft. Hearing her scold him for his shameless words hadn't slowed him down; it had only made the thick, rigid length of his cock throb harder inside her, swelling until he was stretching her walls to their absolute limit.

"Kishob kotha?" (What kind of words?) Rehman mumbled into her mouth, his tongue lazily tracing the seam of her lips before pushing deeply inside, tasting her with a slow, consuming possessiveness. He ground his pelvis flat against hers. "Shotti-i toh bolchhi. Bhorbelar arati-r aage bhetor-e arekta di, shona? Tor bhetor-e amar arekta baccha hok... bol, nibi?" (I'm telling the truth. Before the morning prayers, should I put another one inside you, sweetheart? Let another baby of mine grow in you... tell me, will you take it?)

“Rehman! Ki- mane, na- a-ami-” (Rehman! Wha- I mean, no- I-) Ulfat gasped, her voice cracking. The graphic weight of his breeding talk was making her head spin, sending a violent, dizzying wave of heat straight down to her womb. Her walls clenched hard around him, dripping a thick, hot slickness that leaked down his cock with every slow, circular shift of his groin. 

"Nibi toh? Mukhe na bolle-o, bhetor ta toh ekdom chepe dhorchhe amar ta ke," (You'll take it, won't you? Even if you don't say it out loud, you're gripping my cock so tightly,) Rehman rasped. His large hand remained clamped onto her breast, squeezing the soft flesh with a slow, heavy pressure, his thumb ruthlessly frictioning the apex until she was shaking beneath him. 

"Tumi je amar... ogo tumi je amar..."

The music seemed to pull the final boundaries from Ulfat's mind. She wrapped her arms tightly around his massive shoulders, her nails digging into the scarred skin of his back as a sudden, sharp pressure began to coil tightly in her lower belly. The slow, deep grinding of his cock against her cervix was too accurate, too overstimulating. Every single throbbing vein of his shaft felt magnified in the quiet morning light, drilling a hot, helpless ache into her womb.

"Rehman... ogo, shono... ami... aar parbo na..." (Rehman... dear, listen... I... I can't hold back anymore...) she whimpered, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps against his chest, her toes curling under the quilt.

“Aahare, chotto shona ta amar.. Chere dao na, shonamoni; ami ki baron korechi?” (Aww, my little darling.. Let go, sweetheart; I haven’t forbidden it, have I?) The raw, predatory instinct of the Boro-korta flared up through the fog of his sleep. He gripped her upper thigh hard, hoisting her hip slightly higher to change the angle, and began to deliver short, brutal thrusts. He wasn't pulling out anymore; he was simply drilling into her with a heavy, frantic force.

When Ulfat let out a particularly loud wail, Rehman did not miss the opportunity to tease her further. "Tsk-tsk-tsk, erom bhabe kedo na, shona, pasher ghore chele duto jege jabe, tumi-i toh bolechile." (Tsk-tsk-tsk, don't cry like this, sweetheart, the boys in the next room will wake up; your words, not mine.) He bottomed out completely until their hip bones touched. "Ei, duto chele toh peyechhish amar theke, ebar ekta choto meye chai na tor? Tor moto dekhte hobe... bol, baniye di?" (Hey, you’ve got two boys from me, don't you want a little girl now? She’ll look just like you... tell me, should I make her for you?) he bit his lip, trying - and failing - to hide a grin.

Ulfat couldn’t even answer him; her mouth was wide open, her breath escaping in ragged, melodic gasps as the fantasy of carrying another one of his babies coiled tight in her lower belly, turning the tingling ache into a demanding throb. Her internal walls were acting on their own now, clamping down around his thick shaft with an aggressive, milking suction that threatened to pull Rehman over the edge right then and there.

A sudden, violent spasm took over Ulfat's lower belly. "Rehman- ah!" she screamed softly into his shoulder, her fingers clawing into the thick muscles of his back as her orgasm shattered her completely. The contractions were brutal and frequent, washing over her in hot, throbbing waves that left her entirely breathless, her pelvis tilting up instinctively to drink in every bit of his depth.

Feeling her climax break around him was the absolute final thread. Rehman let out a low groan from the back of his throat, his face twisting into an expression of pure, agonized ecstasy. He didn't pull back. With a series of ragged, violent twitches, he came. He held himself pinned deep inside her womb, his eyes closed tight as a thick, hot, seemingly endless torrent of his seed pumped directly into her core, filling her up to the absolute brim. 

The record on the gramophone reached its final, lingering note, and with a soft, mechanical click, the needle slid back, leaving the room in a heavy, warm silence.

Rehman remained buried deep inside her for a long time, his dead weight pinning her leg down, his chest rising and falling heavily against her bare breasts. Slowly, with a soft, wet sound, he began to pull out, his seed slowly oozing out of her slick canal, dripping onto the rumpled sheets beneath them.

He didn't move away, though. He reached down, his large, rough palm sliding over her bare, slick tummy, rubbing the skin in a slow, possessive circle right where his seed was pooled deep inside her.

"Ki go? Meye-r kotha ta bhable?" (What happened? Did you think about the girl?) Rehman teased sleepily.

"Thhash kore mere debo ebar." (One tight slap I'll give you.) Ulfat murmured, her voice completely fading, thick with an absolute, heavy exhaustion as she snuggled her face deeper into the hair on his chest, her hand resting over his racing heart. "Shob shomoy khali... mukh-e ja aashe tai bolo. Tumi na... ekkebaare janowar ekta." (All the time... you just say whatever comes to mind. You truly are... a beast.) 

"Hyan, ami janowar-i thakbo, aar tui amar-i thakbi. Ebar abar ekta ghum diye ne, naki?" (Yes, I'll remain a beast, and you'll remain mine. Now, take another nap, or what?)

"Tumi toh ghumate dile na... Jomidaar hoye shob shomoy khali khaajna aday kora," (You toh didn't let me sleep... being the Zamindaar, all you do is constantly collect your taxes,) Ulfat murmured, her voice completely fading as she snuggled deeper into his chest, her hand resting over his heart.

Rehman let out a low, satisfied chuckle, his eyes already closing again. "Tor kach theke toh khaajna nitei hobe, chomchom. Aar bhorer arati-r kotha bhule ja... aaj puro din tor ei khatei kaatbe." (I *have* to collect fines from you, my sweet. And forget about the dawn prayers... today you’ll spend the whole day in this bed. )

Ulfat didn't reply, her slow, steady breathing telling him she had already slipped back into a deep sleep. Rehman smiled, locking his massive arms around her waist like an iron bar, finally letting his own mind drift off. The household tasks and the Saptami rituals could wait; today, the lord of DakaatBari was exactly where he belonged- in bed with his wife. 

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Tagging my bengali rehmat paglus: @nevereversaygoodbye @hogayagoodbye @lilymodernfamily @tanipartner @yearnerray @hamzakamehroomkurta @desigurlie @sanpiece @mellowgrungeweasel @mrgrungusthefrog @jo-hosh-tha-wo-toh-gaya @work-of-procrastination @imetelstat @witchcrafttopsitall @beethovnerotica @debsreads21 @prahelika @ilya2024 @pleasetagmejaaneman @torumii @whyishekinda @buchanana00 @daydreaming-in-moonlight @scentedwolfdragon @tojisloft @gheekhatamhaibhai @rosesandpeoniesthings @gehra-hua