A Fifth Helping

A Fifth Helping

By Litorigami

© All rights reserved. Original work of the author. All characters and story is fictional, any likeness is coincidental.

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Note: This is the fifth part to 'A Helping Hand', 'A Second Helping', 'A Third Helping' and 'A Fourth Helping' in the series "Devar's Obsession: Payal Bhabhi". If you haven't read the first four parts, you should (Trust us, you won't regret it -- It might be the hottest stories you have ever read.) If you do read the prequels, it will be easier for you to follow with the characters, and the intensity in their chemistry.

Although this story maybe enjoyed as an individual indulgence too.

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Prologue

The Sharma's apartment had always been loud.

Not the unpleasant kind of loud.

The happy kind.

Tonight, however, the noise had spread beyond the apartment itself.

It had to -- it was Arjun's birthday.

It had been six months since Payal had birthed her son - Aarav. And tonight was a wonderful opportunity for all friends and family to hang out properly.

Arjun & Juhi's three-bedroom apartment in Defence Colony had turned into the perfect venue for his his twenty eight birthday.

The apartment occupied the third floor, which in New Delhi meant that the terrace rights were theirs too. The beautifully decorated terrace allowed two distinct spaces for the party to spill into. The living room, dining room and the kitchen downstairs were already crowded with people, while the terrace upstairs had been transformed into a more relaxed late night zone, with its own bar and hookah setup.

By the time evening was in full swing, the entire place had been filled with cousins, relatives, college friends, family friends, and a handful of Rohit & Payal's friends too.

It was the sort of gathering where different circles kept overlapping.

Someone from Arjun's childhood would be talking to one of Rohit's college friends. A cousin would disappear upstairs with a drink and return twenty minutes later having somehow acquired three new people to introduce. Every few minutes another familiar face appeared at the door.

Among them were several people Payal and Rohit had known for years.

Kuldeep Singh,34, had arrived with his fiancé, Shefali Gupta, 26. A Jat-Sikh from Punjabi Bagh, an upmarket locality in West Delhi, Kuldeep had known Payal since college.

He was also one of those men who seemed to collect stories about himself without making any effort to stop them.

Among the women who had known Kuldeep back then, there had always been whispers about how unusually well-endowed he was.

Payal had been part of that same college circle and had heard every version of the story. However, she hadn't learned the rumours from just gossip.

She had known the man behind the rumours rather well, and their history was deeper than a simple friendship.

Payal had introduced Kuldeep to Rohit at their wedding. After, the two men hit it off instantly and what started as a casual introduction turned into a deeper, meaningful friendship between the two men.

What Payal never disclosed to Rohit was that she and Kuldeep had dated for almost a year while she was in second year of college.

Both were too young, so it was never serious, but it was never nothing.

Over the years, Rohit had came to become a part of Kuldeep's wider circle of friends including Amarjeet, Kabir, & Rohan, who had a trio of their own, and were here at the party as well.

Amarjeet Singh, 30 years old, also a Sikh based in Greater Kailash living just two blocks from Rohit & Payal. He had arrived alone and seemed perfectly comfortable with the arrangement. Bachelor by choice, at least for now, he had a reputation for rarely keeping a girlfriend for more than a year before moving onto the next relationship. He was perpetually looking for 'The One', and had missed out on real love because he kept looking for more.

Kabir, 30 years old too, he was single but quieter in comparison. He was well mannered and perfectly confident around his friends, but with women-- that was another matter entirely. Somewhere between a flirtatious smile and an actual conversation, his confidence had a habit of disappearing.

And then there was Rohan.

Another 30 year old bachelor, charming and perpetually single, Rohan had a reputation of his own. Unlike Kabir, he was never short of confidence around women. Infact, he had rather too much of it.

Together, the four men Kuldeep, Amarjeet, Kabir, Rohan had formed their own little social orbit over the years, and Rohit gradually became a part of it after getting married to Payal.

Tonight, however, they were simply a part of a larger gathering. All celebrating Arjun.

And Arjun, was loving every moment of it.

Until Rohit came along from behind, and hugged him sideways, placing his hands on his shoulders. "Twenty eight years old," Rohit announced dramatically, raising his glass of champagne. "And still behaves like the youngest person in the family."

Arjun looked offended almost, "Bhai, I am literally the youngest person in the family."

Everyone laughed.

"Not anymore -- that would be Juhi." Rohit retorted.

Juhi smiled from beside Arjun. She moved through the living room in a fitted, striped multi-colour ribbed knit bodysuit that cling softly to her curves -- the fine rib stretching just enough across her perky breasts and tapering neatly at her waist. The high waisted palazzo trousers emphasised the narrowest part of her silhouette, while the flowing fabric swayed along her legs with every step, hinting at her shapely round ass. A sleak ponytail swung lightly against her bare nape, drawing attention to the longline earrings that brushed her collarbones whenever she turned her head.

"He's right though." she said smiling. "You still get excited over birthdays as if you're eight, not twenty eight."

"Because birthdays are a way of getting what you want!" Arjun defended himself.

Payal smiled knowingly, sitting across the room, one leg crossed over the other. She was wearing a soft ivory silk blouse with delicate mother of pearl buttons running down the front, neatly tucked into a long flowing pleated midnight-blue skirt that moved whenever she shifted. The blouse clung just enough to hint at the fuller curves of a new mother six months post-partum, the fabric smooth over the shape of her nursing bra underneath. A thin gold chain rested against the neck, and her diamond bracelets caught the light every time she lifted her mocktail glass.

That immediately caught his attention.

"What?" Arjun asked suspiciously.

"Nothing."

"That 'nothing' means something."

Payal simply shook her head. "Birthday boy should enjoy his day. Don't start investigating."

Everyone immediately recognized that tone.

Rohit pointed at her. "See? This is exactly why nobody wins an argument with her."

"Because I'm usually right," Payal replied, voice calm, fingers idly tracing one of the buttons near her collarbone.

"Dangerous confidence," Rohit said.

"Accurate confidence," she corrected.

Another round of laughter followed.

After the cake cutting, gifts began appearing one by one.

A very expensive designer shirt from Juhi.

A watch from his parents.

A book set by a celebrated author on 'How to Mix Cocktails like a Pro' from Rohit.

Then Payal walked forward carrying a small elegant box. The long skirt swayed around her legs with every step.

Arjun immediately looked curious.

"Something expensive?" he asked.

Payal raised an eyebrow, "Your priorities are very clear."

"I was just asking."

"Ofcourse."

She handed him the box.

He opened it slowly.

Inside were a pair of sleek AI smart glasses.

For a moment, his expression changed from curiosity to genuine surprise.

"Wait... these?"

Payal smiled. "AI smart glasses. They're trending these days."

Arjun lifted them carefully. "They have voice assistance, translation, navigation..."

Rohit leaned forward. "Basically another device that makes Arjun think he's smarter than he actually is."

"Very funny," Arjun replied.

He examined the glasses again. "These are actually amazing!"

Payal smiled. "I thought you'd like them. They record video too."

There was a brief pause.

Arjun looked at the glasses.

Then he looked at Payal.

Just for a second.

A tiny knowing look passed between them.

Payal immediately noticed.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't"

Arjun tried to look innocent. "I didn't say anything."

"That is exactly the problem."

Juhi looked between them. "What?"

"Nothing," both of them said at the same time.

Everyone laughed a confused laugh, not knowing fully well the vibe between Bhabhi and her devar.

Rohit shook his head though. "Whenever two people say 'nothing' together, it is definitely something."

Arjun ignored him and put on the glasses. "They're genuinely cool."

Rohit nodded appreciatively. "Actually, I have to admit, that's a great gift."

Payal smiled. "I knew you'd say that."

Rohit looked at her. "Meaning?"

"Meaning you've been staring at them."

"I was appreciating the technology."

Payal gave him a look. "Technology?"

"Yes."

"Interesting."

The family laughed again.

Rohit raised his hands. "Fine. I admit it. I want one too."

Without saying a word, Payal reached into her handbag.

She pulled out another box.

The room went quiet.

Rohit blinked.

"Wait."

She handed it to him. "You're impossible."

His face immediately lit up. "You actually got me one too?"

"Obviously."

He opened the box and looked genuinely delighted.

Arjun laughed.

"Bhai, you look more excited than I did."

"That's because I know quality when I see it."

Payal smiled. "Both of you are children."

"Wrong," Rohit said, putting on the glasses. "We are technologically advanced adults."

"Who behave like children."

"Advanced children, then."

Juhi laughed loudly.

The conversation dissolved into more laughter.

Around them the party continued its rhythm.

There were people everywhere.

Some gathered around the bar.

Some huddled around the Hookah, waiting for their turn.

And some occupied the sofas, deep in conversations.

The couples apartment stopped feeling like a home.

It felt like a party venue.

Eventually Payal wandered towards the drinks corner where Kuldeep and Shefali were standing.

Shefali greeted Payal with a warm smile.

"So, Payal", Shefali said with enthusiasm, "Kuldeep keeps telling me about his college days. Apparently you two go way back?"

Payal glanced briefly at Kuldeep. "We do."

Kuldeep laughed. "That makes me sound ancient."

"You are thirty four... you are ancient!" Payal replied.

Shefali laughed.

Kuldeep rolled his eyes.

"We actually know a lot of people in common." Payal continued smoothly. "College was a long time ago."

"Apparently everyone from that time knows everyone." Shefali said. "I keep hearing another name every time Kuldeep tells a story."

"That sounds like Kuldeep."

He gave Payal a mock-offended look. "Why does that sound like an accusation?"

"Because I know you."

Shefali smiled between them, unaware of the small piece of history neither of them mentioned. "You two must have had a lot of fun back then."

Payal smiled. "We did."

And that was all she offered.

Nothing in her expression suggested there was anything more to the story.

Politely, she excused herself away from the couple and back to the party.

The evening continued with everyone teasing each other, and playing games like charades.

As the night progressed, the party split into smaller groups.

Some of the younger crowd had permanently migrated upstairs, lost in drinks and hookah.

Others remained downstairs in the living room, scattered across the sofas and chairs, still talking, laughing and occasionally shouting something up towards the terrace.

The apartment had reached that stage of the party where nobody was keeping track of who was where any-more.

Payal glanced towards the corridor as she spotted Arjun disappearing inside one of the guest bedrooms. That was when Kuldeep appeared beside her.

She glanced at him. "Everything all right?"

"Perfectly."

He nodded towards the terrace. "Shefali's gone upstairs."

Payal gave him a knowing smile. "Convenient."

Kuldeep laughed.

For a moment, they simply stood there while the distant sound of conversation drifted in from the living room.

Then Payal lowered her voice.

"So, Kuldeep Singh, how does Shefali like your enormous... reputation?"

Kuldeep burst out laughing. "She hasn't seen it."

Payal stared at him. "What?"

"Not yet."

"You're engaged."

"I know."

"And she hasn't --"

"Nope."

Payal shook her head in disbelief. "Arre what kind of engagement is this?"

"The 'arranged' kind." Kuldeep shrugged, completely unbothered. "Shefali's a nice girl." he continued.

Payal laughed. "Nice girl?"

"Yeah. We're taking things slowly. We've kissed. That's about it."

Payal looked at him for a moment before shaking her head again. "Sixteen years of knowing you, and apparently you've finally become respectable."

"Don't spread that rumour."

"I wouldn't dare."

She straightened her blouse and smiled. " I should go."

Kuldeep nodded. "Enjoy the rest of the evening."

"Thanks Mr Respectable, you too." Payal turned and headed towards the guest bedroom corridor, then looked back at him with a mischievous smile. "And Kuldeep?"

"Hmm?"

"Try not to keep your fiancé waiting until your wedding night. At this rate, she'll think all those college rumours were not true."

She walked away before he could answer.

Kuldeep laughed his breath.

Meanwhile, Arjun had slipped away from the living room and headed towards the guest bedroom to retrieve a packet of 'return gift hamper' for his Chacha Ji, as is the custom in India. ( Chacha ji is his fathers younger brother.)

Payal appeared behind him, then nudged him inside, closing the door softly.

For a few seconds, neither of them said anything.

Payal noticed. "So," she said casually, leaning against the doorway, "you really like your present."

"The best one."

"Better than the watch?"

"Much better."

"Better than the shirt?"

"Definitely."

She narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure?"

Arjun smiled. "Very sure."

He started recording her, the tiny recording indicator illuminated on the side of the glasses.

Payal noticed immediately.

"You really are curious about the camera, aren't you?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

She shook her head, amused, then stepped closer until her chest almost brushed his.

"Then record this, birthday boy"

Before he could answer, her fingers went to the mother-of-pearl buttons of her blouse.

One by one she undid the top three, the silk parting easily. She tugged the fabric open further, then reached inside and unclipped the front fastening of her nursing bra. Both full, heavy breasts spilled free, the warm weight of them settling into the open silk of her blouse. The nursing bra cups hung loosely against her sides.

She cupped one breast in hand, gave it a light, deliberate squeeze and a thin stream of milk beaded at the nipple before dribbling down the soft curve of her skin.

Arjun's breath caught, and instinctively adjusted the glasses to focus intently.

His glasses captured every detail in sharp, crystal clear quality.

Payal watched his face, and the tiny recording light. "There," she whispered. "Something worth holding on to."

She squeezed once more, another slow dribble of milk tracing down, then calmly lifted the nursing bra back into place, clipped it shut and re-buttoned the blouse with steady fingers as if nothing happened. The long skirt remain settled around her long legs.

In less than twenty seconds she was back to being to the pristine, upper class bahu of respectable Sharma family.

Payal gave him one last knowing smile before turning towards the door.

Arjun caught her hand.

"Bhabhi.." he said casually, a mischievous glint in his eye "I want to pee on you."

Payal froze, her eyes widening for a brief second. Then, to his delight, a spark of amusement crept into them.

"Why don't you pee on your wife?" she asked, raising one eyebrow. "She's right there. Should I send her in for you?"

Arjun let out a quiet laugh. "I did ask her. She threatened to go to her 'maika' and never come back." ( 'Maika' in North India means the wife's parents home, in this case, Juhi's parents home.)

Payal burst into laughter, shaking her head. "Arre Devar Ji, she's young. Give her some time. She'll come around."

Arjun grinned. "And you?"

Payal gave him a knowing look, and a wicked smile. She let the silence linger to let his anticipation build.

"Not here." she whispered, giving his hand a light squeeze. "Come over soon. You can do it there."

She slipped her hand free, straightened her blouse once more, and then stepped back towards the family gathering without a trace of embarrassment.

Arjun turned off the recording and remained behind for a few seconds, staring at her go, grinning to himself.

The birthday evening continued for sometime and as the cameras clicked and the family gathered closer, nobody noticed that the two new gadgets had already become the newest source of Sharma family chaos.

Which, considering their family history, was inevitable.

MUCH Later the same night, in their bedroom, everyone had left and the apartment felt small and cozy between Juhi and Arjun.

"Time for your real birthday gift," she whispered.

Arjun lay back in the bed, fully naked, wearing only the new AI smart glasses, the recording light on. He was rock hard already in anticipation.

Juhi stripped off her short baby-doll and climbed into the bed. She straddled his waist first in a normal cowgirl position, leaning down to kiss him deeply, her tongue playing with his as she rubbed her wet pussy along his shaft.

Arjun's hands settled around her as the kiss lingered.

But she had other plans.

She broke the kiss and looked down at him with a mischievous grin. "Let's try that Amazon position you've been begging for months..."

His expression immediately brightened. "Oh jaan, I would love that." He said but he seemed more interested in recording her from her all angles.

Juhi shifted into position, planting her feet flat on the mattress on either side of Arjun's hips. Slowly, she rose into a full squat over him, thighs flexing. From this angle, Arjun had a perfect view -- her dripping pussy hovering just above his throbbing cock, her perky breasts hanging forward, solitaire-mangalsutra dangling between them, and her diamond cuffs shining on her wrists.

To give her room to move, simultaneously Arjun drew his legs backward, bending his knees and pulling them toward his chest so that his thighs were partially folded against his torso. His hands moved behind his knees, gripping them instinctively as he settled into the awkward position. It left his lower body relatively fixed.

Juhi reached down, wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, and lined him up with her entrance.

"Ready?" she teased.

Without waiting for an answer, she lowered herself. The swollen head of his cock. pushed past her folds and sank into her tight, wet heat. She continued dropping down steadily until every inch was buried deep inside her, her ass resting against his folded thighs.

Both of them moaned loudly at the deep penetration.

Juhi placed both hands firmly on Arjun's chest for balance and began to move.

She started with slow, powerful squats -- rising until only the head of his cock remained inside her, then slamming back down hard, taking him balls deep in one smooth motion. Each drop made her breasts bounce heavily and diamond cuffs jingle.

With his legs folded tightly against his chest, every downward stroke drove him deeper still and the angle forcing the head of his cock to press hard against the front wall of her pussy, driving her wild.

Juhi gradually increased her pace. She started riding him faster, using her long legs to fuck him with deep, athletic strokes. Every time she slammed down, her ass rippled beautifully and a wet slapping sound echoed in the room. She leaned forward slightly, changing the angle so his cock hit her G-spot perfectly with every thrust.

Her moans grew louder and more desperate.

"You like me fucking you like this baby?" she panted, eyes locked on his.

"God, Juhi...." Arjun could only groan in response, completely lost in the sight and sensation. He held his legs steadily, as she rode him with a fervour of a new wife.

Juhi grew wilder. She started lifting almost all the way of his cock before dropping down forcefully, impaling herself repeatedly. Her tight pussy clenched around him on every stroke. Sweat glistened on her skin. Her hair was messy, her mouth open in pleasure as she fucked him with raw abandon, her feet planted firmly on either side of his hips, thighs burning with the effort of controlling every movement.

She looked down at him mischievously. "Still want me to continue?"

"Absolutely!" Arjun managed with a grin.

"You're sure?"

"Don't you dare stop now!"

The bed creaked loudly under the intensity of her movements. Juhi's squats became faster and more aggressive, her ass bouncing hard against his pelvis as she chased her own pleasure.

Arjun's hands pulled his legs farther behind, and tried to thrust up to meet her powerful downward strokes.

That was when it happened.

In the heat of the moment, during one particularly aggressive squat, Juhi slammed down hard at the exact same time Arjun bucked his hips upward with full force.

A sudden, violent mismatch in movement caused a sharp, tearing pain to explode in Arjun's lower back and groin.

"AAHHH! FUCK!!" Arjun screamed in agony, his entire body seizing up instantly.

Everything stopped.

Arjun's hands immediately released his legs. "Juhi.. stop.. stop.."

Juhi froze mid-motion, still fully impaled on his cock, her eyes widening in shock. "Arjun?!"

He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard. "My back.. fuck, my back"

"What happened?!" she gasped, panic flooding her voice.

"I don't know" His voice shook as he said it. "I.. I think I pulled my back.. or my groin.. fuck, don't move me." he groaned through clenched teeth.

Sharp pain shot down his lower back and into his inner thigh. His muscles locked up, refusing to move properly.

"Okay, okay.. I'm not moving you."

Juhi said urgently. She carefully lifted herself off him, his cock slipping out of her soaked pussy with a wet sound. She quickly grabbed some tissues from the box at the bedside table and cleaned both of them hurriedly.

"I'm sorry."

"You're apologizing now?"

"Arjun!" she stared at him.

"I know, I know.." He winced, knowing fully well he encouraged her to go harder.

Juhi looked equal parts guilty and worried as she tried to help him. "You and your stupid sex position fantasies!"

"You're the one who was riding me like a pornstar!" Arjun shot back weakly, though his voice was strained with pain.

Juhi ignored his complaint and started dressing him.

She pulled a loose t-shirt over his head, but every time she lifted his torso even slightly, Arjun let out dramatic groans. "Ahhh! Slowly.. slowly yaar! It's killing me!!"

"I am being slow."

"Your definition of slow is different from mine."

Getting the track pants on was even more difficult. Juhi had to carefully lift his hips one side at a time while Arjun hissed and complained loudly.

"Bas.. bas.. dard ho raha hai!" he whined. "I can't believe this happened on my birthday."

When she finally reached for her phone, Arjun dropped his head back against the pillow.

"Call Rohit Bhaiya."

"I already am."

He closed his eyes. "Great."

A pause.

"My birthday was going so well."

Juhi gave him an incredulous look.

Arjun opened one eye as he continued "I have learnt an important lesson tonight."

"What?"

"Never trust my own suggestions."

Despite everything, Juhi almost laughed.

Arjun groaned theatrically, lying back dramatically on the bed, and declared sarcastically :

"Best. Birthday. Ever."

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A Fifth Helping

On his twenty-eighth birthday, the private hospital room had become Arjun's entire universe.

A television mounted on the wall played the news silently while the half-drawn curtains let in the sharp sunlight in an otherwise fully beige room. The small table beside the bed was crowded with bottles of water, medicines, and food containers that had accumulated throughout the day.

Arjun stared at the ceiling with a sense of deep frustration.

"This is officially the worst birthday in history" he announced.

Juhi, sitting in the chair beside him while checking a message on her phone, didn't even look up.

"You said that six times already."

"Because the situation deserves to be acknowledged six times."

"You pulled a muscle, Arjun. You didn't survive a war."

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one who has to turn like an old man every time someone asks you to sit up."

Juhi finally looked at him and gave him a tired smile.

"You're impossible."

Before he could respond, there was a soft knock, and the door opened.

A young doctor stepped in, followed by a nurse carrying a tablet.

"Good morning, Mr Sharma."

She couldn't have been much older than twenty -six or twenty-seven. Her hair was tied neatly into a high ponytail, name tag over fitted blue scrubs, stethoscope around her neck. She was short, maybe five-two, with a soft, earnest face and the kind of body that the hospital scrubs couldn't quite hide -- her athletic figure, especially the way it hugged a full, round, peach-shaped ass that bounced just a little with every step.

Arjun immediately straightened. "Good morning, Doctor."

Juhi glanced sideways at him, noticing his unusual enthusiasm.

The doctor smiled politely.

"I am Dr Anika Saxena, I'll just check how you're doing before the Senior Consultant comes."

She moved efficiently around the room, reviewing the chart.

"So.. back strain?"

"Apparently," Arjun sighed dramatically.

"Apparently?"

"I still think my muscles betrayed me."

The doctor laughed, a light pretty sound to the ears.

"I've never heard anatomy described as betrayal before."

"It felt personal."

She shook her head, still smiling, and walked around to the opposite side of the bed. As she leaned forward slightly to adjust the monitor, the blue scrubs stretched tightly over her full, round backside, the fabric dipping into the soft cleft between her cheeks. For a long, shameless second Arjun's eyes locked on that perfect curve, following the way it shifted when she straightened.

Unfortunately... Juhi noticed.

The doctor finished writing her notes. "Good news. Nothing suggests anything serious. A few days of rest, medication, and physiotherapy. Take these pain killers for now."

"So I survive?" he said, and swallowed the pills.

"You survive."

"I was hoping for something more heroic."

"I'm afraid you've sustained the least cinematic injury imaginable."

Juhi laughed.

"I told him that."

The doctor smiled warmly and said:

"I'll see you again this afternoon."

She nodded politely and left with the nurse.

As she walked out, that same round, firm ass swayed, perfectly framed by the blue scrubs. Arjun's gaze followed it all the way to the door.

The door clicked shut.

Silence.

Juhi folded her arms and turned to him slowly.

"So...."

Arjun looked innocent. "So..?"

"How was the diagnosis?"

"It was reassuring. You heard her."

"I did."

Another pause.

"Did you also find the doctor's... posture reassuring?"

"What?"

"I saw you."

"I was just looking at her work."

Juhi burst into laughter.

"Ofcourse you were. You were staring at her ass like it was the last piece of birthday cake."

"I was not!" he said, scandalised.

"You were. Your eyes moved with her every step. I thought your neck was going to get a second injury."

"I was... briefly observing." his grin betrayed his lie.

She shook her head, smiling.

"My husband is unbelievable. Even with a pulled groin you manage to check out the doctor's ass."

"It's a very nice ass." Arjun admitted under his breath.

"You are shameless."

"What? We go 'bird watching' to Khan Market, don't we?" he tried to defend himself.

"That's different!"

"How?"

"Because I'm allowed to look."

"So am I."

"You're terrible."

"Hey! You married me."

"I question that decision at least twice a week."

"Only twice?"

"On good weeks."

Both of them laughed.

But despite her teasing, the exhaustion on her face was obvious.

She had barely sat down since morning. She had spoken to doctors, collected reports, answered calls from relatives, arranged meals, and made sure Arjun had everything he needed. Her simple salwar kameez, which had probably looked neat when she left home, was now wrinkled after hours of rushing around.

Arjun noticed. "Juhi..."

"Hmm?"

"You should rest."

She immediately shook her head. "I'm fine."

"You've been saying that since morning."

"Because I'm fine."

"You're saying it in a voice people use when they are absolutely not fine."

She smiled faintly. "You sound like an old married man?"

"I am an old, married man"

Arjun smiled, but then his expression softened. "Seriously, Juhi. You should go home for a while."

"I'm not leaving you alone."

"I won't be alone. Someone might be coming along soon." he insisted, then continued "And you barely slept last night."

Juhi sighed. "I did sleep."

"For what, forty minutes?"

"Maybe an hour."

"Exactly."

The truth was that nobody had really slept properly.

The moment Arjun had been brought to the hospital last night, the family had descended on the place, one by one.

Rohit had been there from the beginning helping Arjun get admitted, dealing with the paperwork and speaking with Doctors, and just making sure everything was arranged properly.

Payal had wanted to come too, but with the baby at home she had chosen to stay back, instead promising to come first thing in the morning.

Even Arjun's parents had driven from Noida after hearing what had happened.

For several hours. The hospital room had barely been quiet.

His mother fussed over him.

His father spoke to the doctors, again.

Rohit handled whatever needed handling.

Juhi stayed close by, refusing to leave until she knew Arjun was settled comfortably and the doctors were convinced that nothing serious had happened.

Eventually, sometime after dawn, the doctors finally convinced everyone that Arjun was stable and that there was no immediate cause for concern.

"You all need sleep too," the nurse had told them.

Nobody wanted to listen.

Rohit finally stepped in. "Bas. Ab sab ghar jao. Subah phir aana hai." (Enough. Now everyone go home. We have to come again in the morning.)

Arjun's mother had protested, naturally. "I'll stay with him."

"Maa, Juhi hai na." Rohit had reminded her gently. "Aur hospital staff bhi hai. Aap ghar jao. Aapko bhi rest chahiye." (Mom, Juhi is here, right? And the Hospital staff is here too. Go home. Even you need to rest.)

It had taken another fifteen minutes of arguing before they finally agreed.

His parents returned to Noida.

Rohit went home to Payal in Greater Kailash.

After Arjun's one last call with Payal, even she finally stopped worrying enough to go sleep.

They had all promised they would return later that morning.

And as they did.

A knock came at the door before the couple could continue their argument.

The door opened, and Rohit stepped inside with his usual confident energy. "How is the patient holding up?"

Arjun feigned misery "I am suffering."

Rohit looked at the monitor, then back at him. "You're talking too much. That's a good sign."

"Arey Bhai.."

"Don't 'arey bhai' me.. I was here half the night. A couple of pain killers and you're going to be fine."

"You're my brother. You should show more care for me."

"That's a job for the women-folk."

Rohit dropped into the chair for a moment.

Juhi laughed quietly. "You are so sexist Rohit Bhaiya!" she said jokingly.

"I prefer to call it traditional delegation,"

"That's even more sexist!"

"I'll take the criticism."

"Right." she shook her head, laughing.

"Seriously though, How're you feeling?" Rohit enquired, more sincerely this time.

"Better."

"Good."

He checked the chart, as if he understood what was written in there.

Then his attention shifted to Juhi. "And you need to go home for a few hours too."

Juhi hesitated. "I'm fine."

"You look exhausted."

"I can rest here."

"You can rest properly at home."

She opened her mouth to speak but Rohit ordered even before she could get a word in. "That's an order."

"Fine Bhaiya. Soon."

"Also, your bhabhi is coming soon with the lunch."

"If Payal bhabhi is coming, then who will look after the little one?" Juhi enquired earnestly about their six month old baby son Aarav.

"Payal's mother is visiting. The little one will be with her. Plus there's the Nanny too."

"Oh, it's really nice of Bhabhi to make the effort."

Rohit smiled and then stood as he said: "Good. Everything looks in order. I'll head onto the office."

"That's it? You're leaving?" Arjun complained.

"I have work."

"How supportive."

Rohit grinned. "You survived the night. You can survive a few hours more. Now rest." He lightly punched his bicep.

Arjun just stared at him.

"I'll be back later, chhote bhai." (I'll be back later, brother.)

"I'll remember this betrayal."

"You'll forget it when Payal brings your favourite kheer."

Rohit turned to Juhi again. "Get some sleep."

She nodded. "I will."

Rohit nodded approvingly. "Good. I'll see you both later."

He left, closing the door behind him.

Juhi looked at Arjun. "You've successfully turned your entire family into a hospital staff."

Arjun laughed but his tone turned warm quick "Now let's get some shut eye."

Juhi nodded and cozied up in the pullout sofa-cum-bed.

By late morning, the room has settled into a quieter rhythm. Juhi had managed to sleep for nearly an hour while Arjun drifted in and out of an uncomfortable doze.

The quiet lasted until the door opened again.

Payal had finally arrived, carrying lunch from home.

The sight of her immediately lifted his spirits.

The first thing he noticed about her was the warm smile she brought with her. It comforted him instantly.

She walked in carrying a neatly packed container of home-made food, dressed in a soft, cream coloured, short-sleeved, buttoned blouse with a ruffled V-neck and matching high-waisted, wide leg trousers. The ivory fabric of the blouse caught the light softly, making it slightly translucent under the bright optic white hospital lighting, while the delicate ruffles along the neckline danced with her every step. Diamond bracelets from last night were replaced with gold and platinum cuffs, which made a gentle sound as she placed everything on the table.

"Finally," Arjun said dramatically reaching for the food containers. "Someone who understands a patients suffering."

Payal slapped his hand, and raised an eyebrow. "Patient? The food is for our pyaari Juhi."

"Aww! Bhabhi.. you're the best!" Juhi sat up from her chair and hugged her.

"But what about the patient?"

"Hospital food for you, Devar ji."

"I deserve better."

"Adventurous birthday bana rahe the hamare jaane ke baad?" (You were celebrating your birthday adventurously after we left?)

Arjun immediately looked away.

Juhi covered a smile, as she reached for the parathas from the tiffin.

Payal noticed and smiled. "You injured yourself doing what again?."

"Bhabhi!!...."

"What? Everyone knows you get over enthusiastic about everything."

"That sounds like an insult."

"It is a family observation."

Juhi laughed harder this time, taking big bites out of the foil-wrapped parathas. Payal quickly noticed the tiredness behind it. "Juhi."

"Hmm?"

"When did you last sleep?"

Juhi opened her mouth. Then closed it.

Payal nodded knowingly.

"Exactly."

"I'm okay."

"You've been saying that since morning." Arjun pointed at her, then added. "I've been telling her to go home and take rest."

Payal ignored him. "Go home babe. For a few hours. Take rest, and shower and come back refreshed."

"No, I'll stay."

"Juhi."

"I don't want him to be alone." she said, throwing the foil into the bin, having finished the paratha in under two minutes. She was clearly famished and was glad Payal bhabhi was here.

"He won't be alone. I'm here."

"But what about the little one? You must have to get back home?"

"I can use some time apart from the little monster." Payal retorted.

Juhi laughed a low laugh, and looked uncertain. "Bhabhi, you don't have to-"

"I know I don't have to. I want to. And waise bhi Mumma ji will also come back after lunch."

"Yes Mummy ji was here until 4 AM. She also went back to get refreshed."

"See?" That's the smart thing to do. You have to be stay the night too."

There was a softness in her voice that made Juhi pause.

Juhi looked at Arjun.

He gave her a small smile. "Go. Seriously. You look exhausted."

She sighed. "Fine. But call me if anything happens."

Payal smiled. "I will."

"And don't let him pretend he's completely helpless."

"I know his acting skills."

"Excuse me, I'm right here!" Arjun protested.

Both women laughed.

A few minutes later, Juhi gathered her things reluctantly. At the door, she turned back once more. "Arjun?"

"Yes?"

"Rest."

He saluted dramatically. "Yes Doctor."

She rolled her eyes and left. The door closed softly behind her.

For the first time all day, the room became completely quiet.

Payal looked back at Arjun with a small smile. "Now tell me the truth."

Arjun looked suspicious. "What?"

"How much are you actually suffering?"

He sighed. "Bhabhi.."

She laughed. "Exatly what I thought."

"I'm in agony," Arjun insisted, though he was currently leaning back against the pillows with a level of comfort that contradicted the claim, perhaps only because the pain killers were in effect.

"My lower back is a disaster, my dignity is in shreds, and I'm basically a prisoner to this bed. I'm a shell of a man, Bhabhi."

She looked at him with pure, concentrated scepticism. "A shell of a man? If you were truly in agony, you would not be pouting like a spoiled toddler."

"I'm not pouting," he muttered, though he was definitely pouting. "I'm mourning the loss of my athletic prime. It was a short peak, but it was glorious."

"Khhuch bhi bolte ho tum." ( You say anything.) Payal laughed, a rich, melodic sound that seemed to fill the sterile room. She reached out and flicked his forehead.

"You are the most dramatic person in the entire family, and that includes your mother. Now, stop the theatrics and eat. I made the kheer you like."

Payal opened the food containers and took out a tiffin - a small steel bowl with a lid. She leaned over him to bring a spoonful to his mouth, which he readily gulped.

The soft cream fabric of her ruffled blouse shifted with her movements. Six months after giving birth, her body had returned to a softer, fuller version of itself. Her stomach was relatively flat again, but still carried a gentle, yielding softness that the high waist of her trousers couldn't completely hide. Her breasts -- fuller and heavier than before -- pushed against the buttoned front of her blouse, the soft round weight of them clear even through the delicate fabric. And when she turned slightly to place the container on the side table, the flowing ivory trousers hugged a pair of beautifully round, high, firm ass cheeks that had only grown more pronounced after pregnancy.

He watched her -- really watched her -- as she fussed over his meal and yet moved confidently around the small space around his bed, knowing fully well the effect she was having on him.

Arjun watched a moment longer than he intended.

Without looking up, she said: "What?"

He blinked. "What.... what?"

"You've been staring."

"I'm thinking."

Payal gave him a look.

"That's usually when I get worried."

He smiled.

"It's my birthday."

She blinked.

"I know."

"I feel birthdays should come with special considerations."

"They did. You got gifts last night."

"I mean... additional considerations."

She folded her arms. "Define additional."

"I was thinking perhaps there should be... a birthday privilege."

Her lips twitched.

"Oh?"

He nodded earnestly.

"A birthday exemption."

"From physiotherapy?"

"... No."

"From hospital food?"

".... Also no."

"Then?"

He looked entirely innocent. "I thought perhaps the birthday boy should be allowed one unreasonable request."

Payal smiled.

"There it is."

"What?"

"The agenda.... With you, there's always an agenda or... a list."

"There's no agenda."

"You've been building up to it."

"I've been preparing my case.. for my birthday gift."

"And?"

"And I believe birthdays are sacred.."

"They're annual."

"Exactly. So I should at least get one additional request each year?"

Payal gave him a knowing smile.

"And what exactly would you ask for?"

Arjun paused, eyes darkening as they moved slowly over her body, as if undressing her with his eyes.

His left hand, which had been resting openly on top of the hospital quilt, slipped underneath the thin fabric. She watched the subtle shift as his fingers undoubtedly wrapped around his cock and began stroking himself through his gown. The sheet rose and fell faintly with the movement.

Then casually he said:

"Something you'd probably pretend to be shocked by."

"Pretend? Probably?"

His smile turned smug.

"Yes. And then you know you'll do it anyway."

Payal's eyebrows shot up.

The sheer confidence with which he said it caught her off guard. There was enough truth in that statement that left her without an immediate comeback.

She held his gaze for a long second.

Payal's gaze dropped briefly towards the sheet covering him.

The movement beneath them was no longer subtle. The sheet had lifted into a clear, unmistakable tent that had formed there, making his excitement impossible to overlook.

Her eyes widened slightly as she realized what she was looking at, then looked back at him.

And that smug smile was still there.

He knew she had noticed.

Payal exhaled softly, and shook her head, smiling despite herself.

"You're doing it again."

"Doing what?" he acted innocent.

"Thinking something you know you shouldn't"

"I'm just wondering why you're so observant." Arjun countered, though his voice lacked any real conviction. "It's almost like you're analysing me for a novel."

"Maybe I am. How's the title 'The Anatomy of a Dramatic Devar : A Study in Exaggeration and Desire'?" she teased, stepping closer to the bed.

"Sounds like an extravagant erotica."

She laughed, a low genuine amused laugh.

"No. It's a tragedy."

She set the bowl of kheer on the night stand, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned over him. The soft, heavy weight of her breasts brushed against his arm through the fabric, and the familiar floral scent of her perfume now obvious to his senses.

"You're plotting something, aren't you?"

Arjun felt his heart hammer in his chest.

"What if I am?" he whispered.

Payal's smile didn't falter, but her eyes darkened slightly. She noticed the way he was breathing, the way his gaze kept dropping to her breasts. She knew exactly what was happening beneath the sheets, she she could easily see the tell-tale signs of his excitement, the unmistakable shift in his posture. She reached out and let her hand rest light on his shoulder, her thumb grazing the side of his neck.

"And what would 'a shell of a man' be plotting in a hospital bed?" she asked, her voice dropping to a sultry murmur.

Arjun swallowed hard. The risk was immense -- any relative could barge in any moment, the consulting doctor could come in to check on him- but the need arising in his groin was too much.

"I'm plotting a recovery plan," he whispered. "The doctors gave me pain killers, but I think I need a different kind of therapy. Something... more hands on."

Without another word, Arjun shamelessly pushed the quilt aside with his right hand. He reached into the open front of his hospital gown, freed his fully aroused, thick, uncut cock, and gave it slow, deliberate strokes with his left hand. The soft foreskin begun to retract, revealing the flushed, glistening head.

Payal's eyes dropped to it, then lifted back to his face.

"Tum phir shuru ho gaye." (You've started again.)

Arjun's grin widened.

"Aapko dekh ke tharak mach jaati hai bhabhi... I'm crazy for you." (I get horny simply looking at you Bhabhi.)

He kept his left hand wrapped around himself, stroking himself, unashamed and unapologetic.

Payal let out a soft, knowing chuckle, her fingers sliding from his shoulders to the collar of his gown. "You're incorrigible, Arjun. Truly. You're lying here half paralysed and yet you're still trying to manipulate your bhabhi."

"Manipulate?" Arjun let out a weak, scoffing laugh. "I'm not manipulating you. I'm simply appealing to your innate sense of compassion... Don't you want to care for me?"

Payal's fingers lingered at the edge of his collar, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and something far more predatory. "Oh, I do want to take care of you. Just the kind of care you expect from me comes with a lot of negotiations."

"Bhabhi please."

"You can barely roll over without groaning like a wounded buffalo."

"A wounded buffalo with needs." his voice dropping to a raspy register.

Instead of waiting for further permission, he used his right hand to close over one of her full breasts through the soft cream blouse. He squeezed firmly, feeling the heavy, yielding weight of it fill his palm. He kneaded her slowly, deliberately, as if testing how much of it she would allow.

Payal's breath hitched.

"Arjun...."

He didn't stop. His right hand continued to work her breast -- squeezing, lifting, thumb circling the peak -- while his left hand maintained a steady rhythm, stroking his cock with an abandon bliss.

"What?" he asked, looking completely unapologetic.

"Dont 'what' me. I know that look. Abhi tumhari negotiation start ho jayegi." ( Soon your negotiation will start.)

He laughed under his breath, settling back against the pillows and spreading his legs wider with a deliberately smug expression. His right hand switched to the other breast, groping it with the same enthusiasm, shameless thoroughness, fingers sinking deep into the yielding flesh.

Payal shook her head, fighting a smile.

"It's not even been a minute since your wife left."

"What can I say?" Arjun replied innocently. "Birthday boy still has energy."

"You are unbelievable." She pointed a warning finger at him, though she made no real effort to slap his hand away. "Behave."

Arjun had other ideas.

Before Payal could turn away, he released her breasts and reached out with his right hand, settled them firmly on her hip, and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. His fingers slid lower, openly groping the soft, full curves of her ass through the flowing trousers, squeezing and kneading as if he had every right.

Payal's eyes immediately widened. "ARJUN STOP!!!"

He looked up at her with an utterly shameless expression, voice low and coarse. "What? Why?"

"You really have no fear, do you?"

"Not when you're standing this close."

She tried to maintain her stern expression, but the corner of her mouth betrayed her.

His grip on her ass tightened.

"Touch me na, Bhabhi."

Payal stared at him for a beat. Then she gave him an incredulous look, though her eyes had already dropped once more to the thick, veined cock standing hard and uncut between his spread legs.

"Excuse me?"

Arjun's expression remained unchanged, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, kneading and spreading one cheek over the trousers.

"You heard me."

"I heard you perfectly. I'm just deciding whether your injury has affected your brain.... or made you more shameless?"

"Only slightly." he murmured, squeezing harder, letting his thumb trace the deep cleft between her cheeks.

"Clearly."

She shook her head, but the amusement in her eyes gave her away.

"You can't be alone with me in a room for sixty seconds before you want to get naked or get me naked? You know that's a problem?"

"Your favourite problem."

A slow smile curved her lips. She stepped even closer, so the soft fabric of her trousers brushed his bare thigh. Her right hand finally reached towards him, deliberately letting the moment linger -- fingers hovering just above the flushed, glistening head -- before she wrapped her warm palm around his shaft and gave it one, knowing stroke from base to tip.

"There." she said quietly. "Happy?"

Arjun groans "Bhenchod, maza aagaya" (Fuck. That feels amazing.)

Payal laughed softly, but her hands never stopped.

She stroked him with slow, deliberate pulls, her warm palm sliding from base to tip in long, wet strokes. Every time her thumb swept over his sensitive head, she lingered for a second, spreading his pre-cum across his bulbous head. Soon, the soft rhytmic sound of her fist working his cock filled the quiet hospital room.

She watched his face as she worked him, clearly enjoying the way his breath kept catching.

"Consider it physiotherapy."

"For my back?" he managed, voice strained.

"For your personality."

He let out a breathless laugh that turned into a low growl when she twisted her wrist on the upward stroke.

"You enjoy ruining me."

"Immensely."

Arjun's breathing grew heavier and his hands clenched in the sheet. His hips gave small, helpless, involuntary thrusts into her fist, but he stayed mostly still, watching her hand move on him with dark, intent eyes.

Only when his breathing had turned properly ragged did his hand move from her ass to the high waistband of her trousers. He found the fastening and released it with a quick tug, then pushed the soft, flowing fabric down her thighs. The wide leg trousers slid easily down her legs and pooled around her ankles in a heap of ivory fabric. It all took maybe just a few seconds.

Payal froze for a half a second, eyes widening in pure scandal. A flash of real fear crossed her face -- anyone could walk in.

"Arjun..."

He looked up at her.

Payal instinctively looked at the closed hospital room door.

"What if someone comes in?"

"They always knock first."

"How reassuring?"

Arjun gave her an innocent look. "Kya hua?.... Bhabhi, pehle apni kacchi utaaro." (Take off your panties first)

Payal looked at him in disbelief. "Your convent education goes out the window when you're horny."

"Excuse me. My grammar is still excellent."

"Your grammar isn't the problem."

"Vocabulary?"

"Much worse."

That earned him a grin.

He didn't stop. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her delicate lace boyshorts and dragged them down until they rested just above her knees.

"Tum pagal ho," she whispered. ( You are mad.)

"Thoda." ( A little. )

"Bahut zyada." ( Too mad.)

The sudden exposure made her shiver. Thick, dark pubic hair framed her soft mound-denser and fuller than the completely smooth, shaved, bare pussy lips he remembered from before the baby.

"Look at this..." he murmured, voice thick with appreciation.

Arjun stared, openly fascinated. He reached out and ran his fingers through the soft, dense bush, spreading it gently, feeling the warmth of her skin underneath.

Payal's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Bas. Zyada mat dekho." ( Enough. Don't stare.)

"Too late."

She rolled her eyes.

Then her expression softened.

"After the baby, I haven't exactly had the time for... waxing it." she admitted.

Arjun raised an eyebrow.

She sighed, slightly embarrassed. "And honestly.. it still hurts."

He looked at her more carefully. "Really?"

She nodded.

"Yes.. I'm still sensitive. Everything down there hasn't quite gone back to normal yet, and waxing feels more painful than it used to."

Arjun's teasing softened.

"That bad?"

"Bad enough that I stopped bothering."

Arjun smiled, still playing with the curls, tugging lightly, letting them spring back against his fingers.

"I think you look amazing."

She stared at him. Then confessed:

"Your bhaiya doesn't like it."

That caught him off guard.

"He prefers me completely groomed." she added, almost casually. "So normally I make the effort, but since after the baby...."

Arjun gave her a mischievous smile.

"Well, fortunately for you, I'm not bhaiya."

Payal laughed despite herself.

"No, you're not... and apparently very opinionated."

"Very."

Without warning, his hand left the soft curls and slid around her hip, openly groping one full bare cheek again. He squeezed hard, then used his hand to spread her open, the thumb pressing into the soft flesh as he toyed with the tight little pucker between. One fingertip circled it slowly, then without forewarning, pressed enough to feel the give.

Payal's breath caught. "Arjun-!!"

Arjun gave her a mischievous look, clearly enjoying how flustered she was, as he pushed his finger deeper into her ass.

"You're getting far too comfortable," Payal warned, voice low, though her hips gave a tiny involuntary twitch at the unsolicited penetration.

"I'm conducting an investigation."

"Into what?"

He smiled, pushing his finger deeper still, twisting it gently.

"Things you apparently aren't telling me yourselves."

Payal narrowed her eyes, even though a traitorous sound escaped her throat.

"And what is your investigation telling you?"

He withdrew his finger almost all the way, then pushed it back in fully, feeling her hole clench around him.

"That you have secrets"

She gave him a long, suspicious look.

"Everybody has secrets."

"Yours seem particularly interesting."

His finger moved more freely now, sliding in and out without much resistance. His raised an eyebrow, surprised at her unusual accommodation.

Payal's lip's curved into a smile even as her fist kept working him long, steady strokes.

"And you think I'm going to tell you?"

"I was hoping you would."

"That was your first mistake." her thumb swept over the bulbous head, spreading his precum.

Arjun raised an eyebrow.

"So there's something to tell?"

"Don't go looking for answers you may not actually want." She twisted her wrist on the upstroke, never breaking rhythm.

"I can't live with uncertainty."

"But I can live watching you wonder." He grip tightened around him. "Now stop interrogating me."

She let the moment hang between them before deliberately changing the subject.

Her eyes dropped to his shaved, hairless balls.

"And you're one to talk."

He glanced down and laughed.

"Juhi likes me that way."

Payal's eyebrows rose.

"Ofcourse she does."

"She has preferences."

Payal shook her head, amused.

"So basically, whatever madam wants, madam gets?"

Arjun laughed.

"What can I say? Happy wife, happy life."

Payal laughed.

"I'm just realising that you're much more domesticated than you pretend to be."

"Well Bhabhi.. she appreciate the effort. Unlike you."

Payal raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Very much."

She gave him a look that was half amusement and half challenge.

"So you're her little toy then?"

He gave a soft, shameless shrug.

"If my wife is willing to suck my balls the way she does... then hell yes, I'm her toy. I get them waxed. And I get them sucked."

The words landed harder than she expected.

Payal's hand slowed. Something shifted in her expression -- surprise, a flicker of something almost wounded, then a quiet, determined heat. She stared at him a for a long second.

Then without another word, she bent lower.

Her soft lips parted and closed over one of his smooth, hairless balls. She suckled it gently at first, then more deliberately, warm and wet, her tongue moving against the sensitive skin while her hand continued stroking him.

His hips jerked. The sudden intimate heat of her mouth on his balls after everything sent a violent rush of excitement through him. His cock throbbed violently in her fist, pre-cum spilling over her fingers as she suckled him deeper, taking both of his balls into her mouth one after the other, soft and thorough.

Arjun's head dropped back against the pillows, a sharp broken groan tearing from his throat.

"Fuck... Bhabhi.. I never thought you would..."

Payal lifted her eyes to meet with his, and there was something almost mischievous in the look she gave him.

"What?"

He swallowed, still trying to catch his breath.

"That!"

"What about it?"

"You know exactly what."

She smiled faintly.

"I was only proving a point."

"What point?"

"That you should be careful about what you say to me."

Arjun laughed breathlessly. "Okay. Point proven."

Payal begans to straighten, but his hand caught hers.

"Wait."

She looked down at him.

"What now?"

His expression had changed. The satisfied grin was back, but there was something distinctly greedy behind it.

Still, he hesitated for half a second behind giving her an almost boyish smile.

"I want more."

Payal stared at him.

"Of course you do."

Arjun gave her an innocent little shrug.

"Your fault."

"How is it my fault?"

"You encourage me."

"I absolutely do not."

"You indulge me."

"You can't be serious!"

Arjun chuckled, then glanced towards the bedside table.

He reached for the AI smart glasses that he brought along with him. He slipped them on, adjusted the frames and gave her a mischievous grin.

Payal immediately understood what he was upto.

"Arjun, Don't"

"What? I'm documenting my birthday."

"Of course you are."

He gave her an almost innocent look.

She rolled her eyes at him.

"Shameless."

As she said that, she indulged him, again.

She took his left ball into her mouth first, sealing her lips around it and suckling with soft, rhythmic pressure. Her tongue pressed and rolled against the smooth skin while her hand kept a steady twisting stroke on his cock. Pre-cum continued to leak over her fingers, just as she deftly spread it across his length. She released his left ball with a quiet wet sound, then moved to the right one, giving it equal attention -- warm suction, slow licks, the occasional light tug that made him squeal.

"Bhabhi.. fuck!"

"Hmm?"

"Don't stop"

She glanced up at him.

"Demanding, aren't you?"

"I'm making a polite request." He said as he moved his hand on her head, as if holding it in place to keep her doing what she was doing.

"That doesn't seem like a polite request." She managed to say as she withdrew a little.

He adjusted the pressure on her head.

"Please?"

She laughed softly.

"Better."

She took both of them into her mouth at once, cheeks hollowing as she suckled gently, her tongue moving constantly between them. The wet heat, the soft pull, the way she hummed just enough for him to feel the vibration in his skin -- it was all too deliberate. Like she wanted to show him that she was better at it than his wife Juhi.

When she finally pulled off, a thin string of saliva stretched from her lower lip to his glistening sack. She licked it away without looking up, then dragged her tongue slowly over the tight skin again, tracing the seam, tasting him.

She was enjoying how completely she had him.

Arjun was breathing hard, eyes dark, hips twitching helplessly under her hand. "Haan Bhabhi... just like that... fuck.. yes.."

Then, unable to resist, he whispered sheepishly.

"Bhabhi.."

"Yes Devar Ji."

"Aur neeche.."

"Hmm?" Payal enquired, not quite understanding as yet.

"Please, Bhabhi.. neeche. Balls ke neeche lick karo." (Please lick below the balls too.)

Payal stopped. Slowly, she lifted her head and looked directly at him.

"You really have no shame."

"Apparently not any-more."

"You're lying in a hospital bed."

"I know."

"Someone could knock on the door, or worse still.. just barge in."

"I know."

"And you still keeping making requests."

"It's my birthday."

She stared at him.

"You're going to use that excuse till midnight, aren't you?"

"Probably."

Payal shook her head.

"Hopeless."

"Is that a yes?"

She didn't answer immediately.

She stared at him for a long second. Scandal, heat, and disbelief all mixed in her expression. The closed hospital door suddenly felt very thin.

Then, she gave him that familiar warning look -- the one that told him he was dangerously close to pushing too far.

"Please." he insisted.

Then her expression softened.

"Just this once."

He immediately went quiet, and adjusted himself so as to expose more of his perineum to her.

Payal leaned closer.

Slowly, deliberately, she bent lower still.

Her tongue dragged over the sensitive strip behind his balls, pressing firmly against his perineum. She took her time, tracing the same narrow stretch again and again, alternating between slow, deliberate strokes and brief, teasing pauses. Her warm breath brushed against his spit-slick balls whenever she lifted her head, only for her to lower herself again before he could catch his breath.

This was all too much for him.

Arjun's reaction was immediate.

His stomach tightened. His hips jerked involuntarily and he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers clutching the bed sheets.

"Fuck..."

Payal paused and looked up.

"Too loud."

"Sorry."

"You're terrible at following instructions."

"I'm trying."

"I know."

She returned to what she was doing, taking her time with the teasing strokes. Each time, she lingered, which made his breathing more uneven. He just didn't know what to expect.

His thighs tensed beneath the quilt, and he shifted restlessly against the pillows, struggling to stay still.

"Bhabhi...."

"Hmm?"

"Please..."

"Please what?"

He opened his mouth... but no words came out. He was completely incapable of forming a complete sentence, absolutely lost in the sensation.

Payal's mouth curved.

"That's what I thought."

She continued, unhurried, letting the anticipation build until he could barely keep his hands still.

His free hand shot down and tangled in her hair, not pushing yet, but holding her there, as if he would come apart if she stopped then.

"You're going to kill me."

Payal lifted her head just enough to look at him, lips shiny, eyes narrowed.

"You're the one who asked."

"I know...."

She continued to tease him, tracing the sensitive area again while his breathing turned into a series of shallow breaths.

Then, all at once, his grip on her hair tightened.

"Wait--"

Before she could straighten, he pressed her head lower with enough force that her lips brushed directly against his asshole. Under the pressure of his grip, he got one full wet lick with the tip of her tongue over his tight ring.

"My ass," he breathed, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. "Chaato Bhabhi. Please." ( Lick my ass. Please.)

Payal pulled back hard, freeing herself from his grip, and rose to her full height.

Without another word, she spat directly onto his cock -- thick, deliberate, and messy. The warm saliva landed with a wet sound and trickled down his shaft.

Arjun's eyes widened.

Then she closed her hand around him.

No teasing, no slow strokes.

She worked him with a sudden, brisk efficiency -- hard, fast, expert -- her fist twisting on every upstroke, thumb dragging roughly over the sensitive head, spreading her spit and his precum into a nice slippery mess. The wet 'schlick-schlick' sound filled the room.

All this while her expression gave away nothing.

The change was so abrupt that he barely had any time to react.

"Bhabhi-"

"Quiet."

He stared at her, stunned.

She kept going, her movements firm and relentless.

"Wait-" he pleaded.

"Didn't you just want 'more'?"

His mouth fell open. "That's not-"

"Then lie still."

He tried. He really did.

But the sudden intensity, the wet friction, the sheer shock of her response left him struggling.

Within moments his thighs were trembling uncontrollably, while his free hand clutched at the bedsheet.

"Bhabhi.. please wait.. I''ll stain my gown.."

His words broke off in the middle just as Payal spat on him again, leaving him completely unprepared for the suddenness of it.

He reached blindly for the small steel bowl of kheer on the bedside table, nearly knocking it over in the process.

Payal glanced at him, confused. "Arjun, what are you-"

He dragged the bowl towards himself just in time, fumbling to position it beneath him.

The first pulse caught him completely off guard.

He jerked against the mattress with a broken, helpless sound, back arching despite the pain. Thick white ropes shot out of him -- messy, imperfect, forceful. The first jet hit the side of the bowl and splattered across the rim in heavy streaks. The next few landed more cleanly inside, mixing with the rice and cardamom in sticky swirls. His hips kept twitching and thrusting weakly into her fist, covered by now his own left hand, directing the ejaculate right into the bowl, until only a few dribbling spurts remained.

When it finally stopped, he fell back in the bed and against the pillows, and remained frozen, gasping for breath. This might just have been his favourite orgasm in all his life, although an involuntary one.

The bowl remained clutched in his right hand. The hospital gown had been spared, but only just.

Payal finally uncurled her fingers from his girth, shining even more now with spit and cum, and reached for the tissues on the bedside, using up all of them to clean her self.

"That," she said quietly, "is what happens when you forget you you're talking too."

He looked at her, still panting hard, expression caught somewhere between disbelief and pure mortification.

"I didn't mean-"

"Don't" she snared.

He shut his mouth.

She wiped her hand, then looked pointedly at the bowl. "Honestly, Arjun."

Arjun glanced down at it too. Then back at her. "I didn't want to get it on the hospital gown."

Payal closed her eyes briefly, as though asking the universe for patience. "Of course you didn't"

"Bhabhi-"

""Not another word."

He just fell silent.

She threw the tissues in the bin, her expression remained composed, though the sharpness in her eyes hadn't softened.

"Birthday privileges are not a license to forget your manners, Devar Ji."

Arjun stared at her, completely speechless.

Payal gave him one final pointed look, as though daring him to say something, before glancing down at herself. She stood beside the bed, her ivory trousers still pooled around her ankles and her lace boyshorts bunched just above the knees, her hairy bush and pussy exposed.

She let out a quiet, exasperate sigh to herself.

"Khud to aaram se lete ho, aur mujhe dekho kis haalat mein kar diya." ( You're lying the bed comfortably, while look at the state you've left me in.)

For once he had no comeback, but he made sure to adjust his smart glasses to make sure he recorded the full length of her in that state. Then finally stopped recording and placed the glasses back on the bedside table.

She finally straightened herself and begun putting herself back together.

First, she pulled her boy-shorts back into place, smoothing the fabric carefully over her pussy. Then she pulled up her ivory trousers and drew them over her hips, fastening the waistband with a quick, practiced movement.

Then came the blouse.

She glanced at herself in the small reflective panel beside the wardrobe and began fixing the little things that had come undone. She smoothed the ruffled neckline, adjusted the fabric over her shoulders, and reached behind her to straighten the band of her bra which had shifted during their earlier antics.

A moment later she slipped her fingers inside the blouse to settle the bra straps properly. She adjusted the cups, then gently rearranged the fabric over her breasts before smoothing the blouse again.

Arjun, meanwhile, had apparently forgotten that subtlety existed.

His eyes remained fixed on her.

He remembered the previous night in the guest bathroom -- Payal teasing him with that little demonstration, squeezing her breasts until a few drops of milk beaded at her peaks, then looking mighty pleased with herself.

And now, watching her smooth over those same full, heavy breasts he found himself thinking about it all over again.

Payal caught him staring in the mirror.

"Devar Ji, nazar hataoge yaan main parda daal luun?" ( Devar ji, will you look away or should I draw a curtain?"

"I'm only recovering."

"By staring?"

"It's therapeutic."

She gave him an unimpressed look.

"Your definition of therapy is strange. But again, with you, almost everything is."

"Works for me." He simply smiled, and continued staring.

Payal adjusted another button on her blouse and glanced back at him.

"Stop looking Arjun! What's wrong with you?"

"Can't"

"Arjun!"

"What? You're standing in my line of vision?" he said, a total lie as she stood almost diagonally to him.

"Now you're cross eyed too?" She shook her head smiling as she said that.

"That's a harsh thing to say to a patient. Also insensitive to the disabled."

"The 'disabled' like to be called 'differently abled now' she corrected him without thought.

"Bhabhi..."

"NO. Absolutely NO."

"I haven't even said anything yet."

"I know that tone. And I know another negotiation is incoming."

He hesitated only for a second, his gaze flicking down to her breasts before returning to her face. And almost nonchalantly, he said:

"Bhabhi, Doodh pilado." ( Bhabhi, feed me milk.)

Her eyebrows shot up.

"Tumhari himmat kaise hoti hai?" (Where do you find the courage?"

Arjun's grin was back.

"Birthday hai."

She put her handbag down again, more deliberately than necessary.

"Honestly, tum na..." she trailed off.

He watched her, clearly enjoying the fact that he'd managed to genuinely surprise her with his request.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Bolo na Bhabhi?" ( Tell me Bhabhi.)

"I'm trying to decide whether I should laugh at you... or throw something at you."

"Preferably neither."

"Then stop giving me reasons."

He chuckled.

"Your birthday has been going since last night. How much longer do you intend to milk it?" As she said it, she gave her breasts a deliberate, playful squeeze over the fabric of her blouse, still convinced he was joking and determined to tease him right back.

But when she looked at him again, she noticed something.

His grin was very much there, but it had become uncertain around the edges.

"Bhabhi?"

"What?"

"I'm serious."

That made her pause. She lowered her hands and she studied his face.

"Tum.. seriously bol rahe ho?" (You're serious?)

He nodded.

"Aapka doodh peena hai" ( I want to drink your milk.)

The answer was so straight forward that it caught her off guard.

"Arjun! why?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, then finally admitted,

"Honestly? I'm curious."

Payal blinked.

"Curious about what?"

He looked at her.

"What it tastes like?"

Payal stared at him.

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"You've been thinking about this all this time because you were curious."

He nodded.

"Yes."

She looked genuinely baffled.

"Arjun, you could have googled it."

"That felt less fun, and how would I know about the taste without actually tasting it?."

Payal covered her mouth trying not to laugh.

"You really are unbelievable."

"I'm curious. That's all."

"About my milk?"

"Exactly."

She shook her head

"And what exactly made you curious?"

"I don't know how to explain it without sounding completely crazy."

Payal's lips twitched.

"that hasn't stopped you before."

He let out a quiet laugh,

"Very encouraging."

"I'm listening na, bolo?" (I'm listening Arjun. Tell me?")

He glanced up at her.

Then after a moment, he took a deep breath.

"Fine. I've thought about it before."

Her brows lifted again.

"Before?"

"A few times."

Payal stared at him in disbelief. This was a bit much even for her. Not even Rohit had asked for this.

"You've actually thought about this?"

"Yes."

"About... drinking my milk?"

It wasn't the request itself that surprised her anymore. It was the fact that he'd apparently been carrying this thought around for awhile, and that he was now sitting in a hospital bed, looking rather sheepish about admitting it. It didn't seem sexual, but much deeper.

She pulled the chair closer to the bed and sat down.

"Accha. Explain." ( Alright. Explain)

Arjun glanced at the chair, then at her.

"Are you interrogating me."

"Obviously."

"I should have a lawyer."

"No."

"Water, then?"

She gave him a look, then picked up the glass from the table and handed it to him. "Here. Now talk."

He accepted it, took a sip and then set it down.

Then he rubbed the back of his neck again, and finally confessed.

"Every time we met for family dinners and you went off to feed Aarav in private.. I kept imagining it was me. My mouth on your tits. Drinking your milk. Every single time."

Payal stared at him.

Then her expression softened.

"He is a baby Arjun. That's how it generally works."

"I know."He didn't look away, and continued "And now you're here. Your breasts look fabulous pushing against that blouse. I might not get a chance like this again."

A beat.

"So I'm asking."

Payal's mouth opened, then closed. For a moment, she just looked at him, processing his casual demand.

"You've been thinking about that... every time?"

"Yes."

"While I was feeding my son?"

"Umm... yes."

"And you decided the appropriate time to tell me this would be when you're lying half naked on a hospital bed?"

He gave a small, shameless shrug.

"The timing felt right."

She let out a short, disbelieving laugh.

"You're unbelievable."

"I know, right?" as if knowing fully well his demand was a bit outrageous.

"And completely shameless."

"Also known."

"And you've been sitting on this fantasy for months."

"MONTHS! Long enough that saying it out loud feels incredibly stupid."

Payal studies him for another moment, then smiled.

"It is a little stupid."

He let out a short laugh.

"Thanks, Bhabhi.. very comforting."

Payal shook her head, still staring at him.

"Most men just ask for cake on their birthday."

"I'm not most men."

"Tell me about it."

She studied him for another long second. The scandal was still there, but underneath it something else was beginning to show -- a reluctant amusement, and a flicker of heat she couldn't quite hide.

"You really thought I'd say yes to it?"

"I thought there was a chance. You're soft hearted. And still nursing Aarav. And it's my birthday."

"That's three terrible reasons."

"They're the only ones I got."

She laughed under her breath, and leaned back into the chair, still watching him.

There was something unexpectedly touching about the way he'd explained himself.

He hadn't dressed it up with grand declarations or tried to make it sound more meaningful than it was. He simply admitted that watching her care for Aarav had simply stirred a curiosity in him that he hadn't known how to express.

And now that he had, he seemed almost embarrassed by his own honesty.

Payal shook her head.

"You really know how to ask for the most unexpected presents."

"Technically, you asked me what I wanted for my birthday."

"That was last week, and you've received multiple gifts now. I did not however ask for a complete inventory of your fantasies."

"Too late."

She laughed, looking away.

"You have absolutely no sense of boundaries."

"You've known that for some time now."

That earned him another laugh from her. "True."

A comfortable silence stretched between them.

Arjun watched her, waiting.

Payal glanced at him. Then she sighed.

"Fine."

He blinked. "Fine? As in.."

She gave him a warning look.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

His face brightened so quickly that she immediately regretted giving him the satisfaction.

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Bhabhi..."

"Arjun."

"I'm just confirming."

"You've confirmed."

"Okay."

He tried to contain his grin.

He failed.

Payal pointed a finger at him.

"But you're going to behave."

"I will."

"And you're not going to turn this into a ridiculous negotiation."

"I won't"

"And you absolutely do not get to become smug about it."

His grin widened.

"That is a promise I might not keep."

Payal narrowed her eyes.

"That expression is exactly what I'm talking about."

He pressed his lips together, attempting to look serious.

"Sorry."

"Hmm." She said smiling as she got up from the chair.

She stepped closer to the bed, and then paused.

"You really want this that badly?"

He nodded.

"Yeah."

She gave him a small, almost affectionate smile.

"Then here's your last birthday gift this year."

She reached toward the front of her blouse, preparing the same nursing setup she used for Aarav. The moment itself was deliberate and domestic, rather than theatrical.

Payal, held his gaze for one last moment, as if committing internally to herself first. Then, without another word, she began unbuttoning the soft cream blouse.

One by one the small buttons slipped free. The delicate ruffles along the v neck parted, revealing the blush pink lace nursing bra underneath.

It was a beautiful intimate thing for Arjun's eyes. Soft, supple, luxurious blush pink coloured lace that cupped her fuller, heavier post pregnancy breasts. The cups were designed with discreet clips at the top to provide easy nursing access, while the fabric molded perfectly to her curves. The lace was semi-sheer at places offering teasing glimpses of the gentle swell of her milk-filled breasts.

Seeing her in the nursing bra felt like a private privilege.

Arjun's breath caught and his earlier bravado gradually gave way to something more vulnerable.

Payal noticed that too. "Don't look so nervous."

"I'm not nervous."

"You are."

"Maybe a little."

She smiled.

Payal noticed. A faint flush rose to her cheeks, but she didn't stop. She unclipped the left cup first. The soft lace folded down, freeing one full, heavy breast. The nipple was already slightly damp, the skin around it darker and more sensitive than before. A tiny bead of milk gathered at the tip almost immediately.

She glanced at him.

"Ready?"

He nodded.

"Yeah."

Payal carefully settled beside him, making sure he was comfortable.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then she gave him a small smile.

"Happy Birthday."

Arjun smiled back.

"Thanks Bhabhi."

The settled into a strange, intimate quiet -- the mischievous tension of their earlier teasing gone, replaced with something gentler.

For once, Arjun had no quirky, witty remarks.

And Payal, despite still being amazed by his unusual ask, found herself smiling at the sheer absurdity of the birthday present he had managed to negotiate for himself.

She leaned over him carefully one hand braced on the bed beside his shoulder, and guided the warm, full weight of her breast towards his mouth.

"Open," she murmured.

Arjun obeyed without hesitation.

The moment his lips closed around her nipple, warm, sweet milk flowed onto his tongue. Payal's breath hitched softly as the first pull. She steadied herself, fingers sliding into his hair as he suckled gently at first, then with more confidence, drawing the milk in slow, steady pulls.

The room was quiet, except the very domestic sound of him suckling.

Payal closed her eyes for a second, one hand still in his hair, the other holding her breast steady for him.

He suckled deeper, cheeks hollowing slightly with each pull. Milk spilled warm and plentiful against his tongue. He swallowed greedily, then again, the quiet wet sounds filling the small space between them. His other hand came up to cup the heavy underside of her breast, supporting its weight, feeling how soft and full it was in his palm.

Payal's fingers tightened in his hair.

"Slowly," she whispered, though her voice had gone soft. "You'll make a mess."

Arjun only hummed in answer, the vibration travelling through her nipple. Another trickle of milk rewarded him. He licked at the tip between pulls, tasting her, then sealed his lips again and drew harder. A thin stream escaped the cornier of his mouth and trailed down his chin. He didn't seem to care.

Payal watched him with a mixture of disbelief and something warmer. Her free hand stroked through his hair almost absent-mindedly.

After a few minutes she gently eased him off. A final bead of milk clung to her nipple before dripping onto his lower lip. Arjun licked it away, eyes dark and heavy.

She didn't speak. Instead she reached up and unclipped the right cup as well. The second breast spilled free, equally full, the nipple already tight and damp. She guided it to his mouth without ceremony.

And Arjun took it eagerly.

This time his suckling was deeper, more insistent. His hand moved from one breast to the other, cupping, squeezing gently, encouraging the flow. Milk came faster now. He swallowed repeatedly, throat working.

Payal braced both hands on the bed now, leaning over him so that the heavy curved hung just above his face. The sight was beautiful. The open cream blouse framed everything -- the blush pink lace still cupping the sides of her breasts, the ruffles of her blouse brushing his cheeks occasionally with her movements.

Arjun's eyes fluttered half shut. He suckled like a man starving, one hand kneading the breast he wasn't currently nursing from, the other resting possessively on her waist. Every so often he would release the nipple just long enough to lick a slow circle around it, catching every drop, before taking it back into his mouth again.

Payal's breathing had grown uneven. She was not unaffected. Each strong pull sent a low, unexpected heat through her body. She bit her lower lip and looked away toward the closed door for a second, as if reminding herself where they were. Then her gaze returned to him- to the way his lips were stretched around herm to the way his throat oved with every swallow, to the quiet, almost worshipful focus on his face.

"Pagal," she whispered again, softer this time.

Arjun's only answer was to suck harder.

Milk continued to flow. A little escaped and ran down the soft curve of her breast. He followed it with his tongue, cleaning her skin before returning to the nipple.

He nursed from the second breast for a long time, alternating between deep, rhythmic pulls and slower, more deliberate ones that seemed designed to draw every last drop. When the flow finally began to slow, he switched back to the first breast, taking it into his mouth again as if her couldn't bear to stop.

Payal let him.

She stayed bent over him, one knee braced on the edge of the mattress, the open blouse and half-undone blush pink lace nursing bra framing her full, milk-heavy breasts while Arjun fed from them with quiet, shameless hunger. The hospital room around them felt forgotten.

When he finally released her nipple with a soft wet sound, a thin string of milk stretched between her skin and his lower lip before breaking. His mouth was shiny. His expression was dazed and deeply satisfied.

Payal looked down at him for a long moment, chest rising and falling, both breasts still exposed, the blush-pink lace of her nursing bra open and elegant against her skin.

Arjun finally pulled back, looking far too pleased with himself.

She shook her head slowly, a small, disbelieving smile touching her lips.

"Happy now?" she murmured.

"Very." his voice hoarse, "and I think the hospital should make you part of the standard treatment protocol?"

"Absolutely not."

"Why? My recovery rate just improved dramatically."

She laughed under her breath.

"Your imagination is the real medical emergency."

Arjun's hands came up, openly cupping both heavy breasts, thumbs brushing the still damp nipples.

He paused, then his grin turned mischievous. "Although, technically, after everything I went through earlier, I think I deserve a bit more."

Before Payal could even raise an eyebrow, Arjun leaned forward with surprising energy for a man with a pulled muscle. He buried his face deep between her full, heavy, milk-laden breasts and 'motor-boated' them shameless enthusiasm. His head shook rapidly side to side, cheeks and lips vibrating against the soft, warm flesh as he made a loud, playful 'brrrr' sound. The heavy curves bounced and jiggled around his face, residual milk droplets spraying lightly across his cheeks and chin. His hands queezed her breasts firmly from the outside, pressing them tighter against his face while he continued the enthusiastic 'motor-boating' for several long seconds.

Payal's eyes widened in pure scandal -- "ARJUN!!"

He finally pulled back just enough to speak, face still nestled between her breasts, grinning like a man who had just won the lottery.

"Everything you went through?" she managed, trying to sound stern even as her gave another quick little 'motor-boat' against her skin.

"You know."

"I know nothing."

He gave her an innocent look -- then immediately buried his face again, 'motor-boating' harder this time, making her breasts bounce and jiggle around his cheeks.

"First you denied your lips on my ass.." he mumbled into the soft flesh between 'motor-boats'.

Payal's expression immediately changed. "Arjun!"

He pulled back just enough to finish the sentence, then went right back in.

"... and then you punished me with the meanest handjob of my life."

"and then.. you were very generous with your milk."

She stared at him for a second, appalled by his ungratefulness. "Oh my god. You're so ungrateful."

"Do I look ungrateful?" he kept his faze muzzled in between her milky breasts.

And then continued "I'm only saying," he continued, trying unsuccessfully to suppress his grin while still nuzzling and shaking his face between her breasts, " your methods of discipline are rather inconsistent."

Payal folded her arms -- or tried to, until he motor-boated against the new resistance.

"Oh? And what do you prefer I do?"

"I didn't say that." Another enthusiastic 'brrrr' as he pressed his face deeper.

"You were about to."

He smiled against her skin, then 'motor-boated' her one more time for good measure, making both breasts bounce around his face.

"I was merely appreciating your range."

Payal laughed despite herself.

"Bas enough."

Arjun withdrew, grinning like a spoiled brat. "You have to admit bhabhi, you really know how to keep a man confused."

That earned him a look.

"Confused?"

"Yes."

"Good."

She gave him a sweet smile. "Stay confused."

Before he could come up with another comeback, Payal cupped both breasts and squeezed them firmly and directed two short deliberate streams of warm milk straight at his face.

Arjun's eyes widened. He tried to catch some off it with his open mouth, but most of it landed across his lips and cheeks, and chin.

Payal burst out laughing.

"There. Now we're even."

Arjun wiped his face with the back of his hand.

She glanced towards the empty tissue box.

"And the tissues are finished."

"Occupational hazard."

"Of what? being a nuisance?"

"Of being your favorite Devar."

"You are my only Devar!"

She reached for her blouse and began putting herself together, again. "Let me get you a clean towel from the bathroom. You've turned the hospital room into a crime scene."

Arjun grinned.

"Take your time."

"Don't tempt me."

She disappeared into the attached bathroom.

Arjun settled back against the pillows, not bothering to cover himself up. HIs flaccid cock exposed, now resting against his thigh.

He relaxed.

A minute later, there was a knock on the door.

Arjun barely had time to turn his head.

And then it opened.

Dr. Anika stepped inside carrying a chart.

She looked up -- and froze.

"Oh! Sorry.. I just forgot to note your blood pressure before the consultant arrives."

Her eyes went first to the open gown and the soft cock resting against his thigh.

Arjun's hand shot down and yanked the sheet over himself so fast it almost tore.

"Sorry," she repeated, suddenly fascinated by the board in her hand.

Then her gaze travelled up to his face -- and landed on the unmistakable white droplets still wet on his skin.

She frowned.

"Mr. Sharma?

"Yes?"

"What's on your face?"

He blinked.

"My face?"

She pointed gently toward his cheek and the corner of his mouth. Several distinct white droplets of milk still glistened there, some already drying into faint streaks.

He instinctively touched it.

His fingers came away with a trace of milk.

Arjun's brain stopped functioning.

"...... Protein shake?" he blurted.

The doctor blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"I..... spilled one."

She stared at him. "On your face?"

"I... spilled."

"You spilled a protein shake.... on your face... while lying flat on your back?"

"I'm very coordinated," he said weakly.

Before either of them could continue, the bathroom door opened and Payal appeared. She had fixed herself, making her far more presentable to the doctor than Arjun.

Payal carried with her a folded towel, cheeks still lightly flushed. She stopped in her tracks upon seeing the doctor in the room.

Then Payal's smile snapped into place. She walked straight to the bed, sat on the edge as if nothing unusual was going on in the room. She calmly began to wipe Arjun's face with the towel.

"Sorry Doctor," she said lightly. "My devar is a messy eater. Even when he's not suppose to be eating."

The doctors ears turned pink. She gave a shy, awkward smile, clearly trying very hard not to look at the still damp hospital gown.

"I... just need to take his blood pressure and temperature." she mumbled.

She did so quickly, eyes carefully fixed on her instruments. When she finished, she cleared her throat.

"Everything is fine. Swelling is also going down. Rest well, Mr. Sharma."

She almost fled the room.

The door clicked shut.

Long silence followed.

Then finally,

"Protein shake?" she whispered.

Arjun groaned. "It was the best I could manage?"

"You told a doctor you spilled a protein shake on your own face while lying flat on the bed?"

"I panicked."

Payal laughed softly, shaking her head.

"You're lucky she was embarrassed to ask more questions."

"I know."

"Next time, try something more believable."

"Like what?

"I was dreaming about cows."

Arjun covered his face with one hand. "Please stop talking."

"Or" Payal's smile widened, maybe -- 'My bhabhi is a very enthusiastic nurse'".

"Bhabhi..."

She leaned in and kissed his forehead.

"Rest you disaster. And next time, just keep the sheets up."

As she reached for her bag, she remembered something. She took her phone and opened her gallery and then shared a video file with Arjun.

His phone vibrated.

Payal Bhabhi ❤️

As promised, a single video.

His thumb hovered over it -- but the thumbnail was enough to let him know what was in it.

It was Rohit & Payal's sextape.

He looked up -- excited.

Arjun stared at the thumbnail for another second.

Then at Payal.

Then again back at his phone.

His eyebrows slowly climbed. "You actually send it?"

Payal gave him an innocent look. "I said I would."

"Bhabhi..."

"What? You asked, I delivered."

"This recording..."

"You think only you put those smart glasses to use last night?" she said, enjoying his expression.

"You're unbelievable."

Payal slipped her phone into her handbag. "And you're very welcome."

Payal stood beside the bed, fully dressed and ready to leave. She adjusted the cuffs at her wrists and picked up her handbag.

Arjun watched her for a moment, then said without any hesitation "Bhabhi"

Payal looked at him "Haanji, Devar Ji."

"Ek kiss to dete jao."

She just shook her head smiling, then approached him without any comeback.

She pressed a quick kiss on his cheek. "There."

Arjun turned his face toward her. "Cheek pe nahi."

Paral gave him a look. "Arjun!"

"Birthday boy ko proper kiss milni chahiye."

She rolled her eyes but leaned into him anyway. This time brushing her lips against his.

The kiss lasted longer than the first.

Arjun's hands came up, cupping the back of her neck, and the kiss deepened. For a few seconds, kiss turned slow and thorough, tongues brushing, the faint taste of milk obvious on their tongue.

Payal pulled back back first, lips slightly shiny, and gave him a pointed look.

"This is your last free sample. Next one will cost you another pulled muscle."

Arjun laughed under his breath.

"Would be worth it."

Payal smiled and stood up straight. Then her eyes fell to the open steel bowl, and she stopped.

"Arjun."

He looked up.

"Main naraaz huun tumse. You ruined my kheer. "

He blinked. "What?"

"My kheer." She pointed at the bowl. "I specially made it for you, and look what you've done to it."

Arjun glanced at the bowl, then back at her. "Don't worry Bhabhi. I'll feed it to Juhi."

Payal was scandalized, but a wicked smile tugged at her mouth. "You're evil."

He shrugged, looking entirely pleased with his intentions. "She likes kheer, too."

"Ofcourse she does." Payal gave him a long, disbelieving look. "And here I was, foolishly thinking you might have some shame."

"Why should I be ashamed of feeding my wife?"

"Arjun Sharma, your understanding of 'feeding' is very imaginative."

He grinned.

Payal shook her head, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her.

"Honestly, Juhi deserves a medal. Or perhaps a lifetime supply of patience."

"She's already getting both."

"I'm sure."

He tilted his head, his expression turning mischievous again.

"Unless you want a taste?"

Payal's smile vanished.

"Not a chance."

"Just asking."

"And I'm just declining."

A knock at the door interrupted them.

Before either could answer it, Arjun's parents walked in.

"Arre, Payal beta! You're still here?" His mother asked warmly.

"Just leaving Mummyji," Payal turned towards them. "I was making sure your son hadn't managed to get a second injury feeding himself."

"I'm perfectly fine," Arjun protested.

His father gave him an amused look. "That remains to be seen."

They settled into a conversation, asking Arjun about his pain, his medication, and what the doctors had said. His mother fussed over the pillows while his father wanted to know when he would finally be allowed to come home.

Payal stood near the foot of the bed, answering a few question about Aarav and reassuring them that everything was fine at home.

Eventually, she picked up her bag again.

"Accha, Mummyji -- Papaji, I'll leave now. Aarav must be missing me."

"Ofcourse, beta." his mother said. "You've already done so much."

Then, turning towards Arjun, she added, "And Juhi, too. Such a lovely girl. She's been looking after you so earnestly. You're very lucky to have a wife like her."

His father nodded in agreement.

"Bilkul, aajkal itni care karne waali biwi milna mushkil hai."

Something tiny tightened inside Payal. She had no idea why the compliments for Juhi bothered her. Surprisingly, she felt possessive of Arjun.

Arjun opened his mouth, perhaps to agree, perhaps to say something else.

But Payal had moved. She was now standing beside the bedside table again reaching for a spoon. She dipped it into the bowl of kheer, scooped up a generous spoonful, and brought it to her mouth.

Arjun went completely still.

His gaze was fixated on her.

For one brief, ridiculous moment, he forgot that his parents were in the room.

Payal swallowed, then glanced at him.

"Hmmm. Not bad."

Payal scooped up another spoonful.

"It's delicious, actually. I think I'll have to remember this recipe."

Arjun's eyes widened.

She gave him the smallest, most challenging smile.

His fingers tightened around the bedsheet.

"Bhabhi..."

"What?" she asked. "It's my kheer. I made it."

His mother smiled. "You must've made it so lovingly, beta."

"Ofcourse, Mummyji."

Arjun's father peered at the bowl.

"Accha, give me a spoonful too. It does look delicious."

Arjun practically launched himself upright. "NOOOOO!"

Everyone turned towards him.

His father froze.

"Arre! What happened?"

"Nothing!" Arjun said quickly, clutching at the bowl to his chest. "I mean- no. This is for Juhi only. I'm saving it for her."

His mother stared at him. "Arjun, what's wrong with you? It's just kheer."

"Exactly Ma!," he said, far too loudly. "It's Juhi's kheer."

Payal pressed her lips together.

It didn't help.

A laugh escaped her, followed by another, until she had to turn away.

His father looked between them, thoroughly confused.

"What's so funny?"

Payal finally composed herself and stepped closer to him.

"Papa," she said sweetly. "he's become his wife's ghulaam (slave). Don't worry. I'll make you more kheer."

She glanced at Arjun, whose face had turned red from embarrassment.

"Next time, perhaps you'll get to have it properly."

His father chuckled, still none the wiser.

"Bas, that's settled. I'll hold you to that, beta."

"Ofcourse, Papa."

Payal picked up her handbag and headed for the door, her shoulders still shaking with laughter.

Arjun watched her go, still clutching the bowl protectively.

At the doorway, she turned back.

"Take care of yourself, Devar Ji."

He narrowed his eyes. "Bhabhi..."

She blew him a kiss from behind his parents back.

"Enjoy your kheer."

Arjun smiled inwardly, happy with how the day had progressed and thought to himself :

Best. Birthday. Ever.

THE END.

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EPILOGUE

By the time evening had settled over the hospital, the room had fallen into a peaceful silence.

The television was off.

The corridor outside had grown quieter, the steady rhythm of footsteps now separated by long stretches of silence.

Juhi had gone with her parents to the Hospital cafeteria for dinner.

For the first time all day, Arjun was alone.

He let out a slow breath and sank deeper in to the pillow.

His eyes drifted toward the phone resting beside him.

A small smile appeared.

Then he picked it up.

A few taps later, the screen came alive.

Payal.

Rohit.

The video she'd promised him.

Arjun slipped the phone into position and settled back against the pillows. Within moments, the rest of the hospital seemed to disappear.

His breathing changed.

His attention narrowed completely to the screen.

On the video, Rohit had Payal on all fours.

He was buried deep in her ass, fucking her with long, steady strokes while she moaned into the pillow.

The POV camera angle was perfect -- every push of Rohit's thick cock disappearing into her stretched hole was crystal clear.

Arjun's eyes widened.

That explained everything.

The easy way his finger had slid into her butt earlier. The lack of resistance. The little smirk she had given when he had noticed.

How she mentioned that it still hurts in and around her pussy.

This only meant one thing - Payal Bhabhi had been taking Rohit's cock in her ass ever since delivery.

The thought drove him wild.

He was so lost in the video that he didn't hear the door open.

Dr. Anika stepped inside.

She pushed the door quietly behind her, tablet tucked beneath one arm.

Arjun didn't notice.

She took two steps into the room.

Then stopped.

There was something odd about the scene infront of her.

Arjun was completely absorbed in whatever he was watching, his attention fixed downward into the screen, one hand moving underneath the hospital sheet.

Dr Anika stared for a second.

Then took a step back to knock on the door.

"Mr. Sharma?"

Arjun practically jumped out of the bed.

"Fuck!"

The phone nearly slipped from out of his hand.

He hurriedly pulled the sheet up, covering himself till neck, and shoved the phone beneath the pillow.

Dr Anika raised an eyebrow.

"Everything all right?"

"Yeah."

His answer came too quickly.

"I mean -- yes. Everything's fine. I'm great."

She looked at him.

Then at the suspiciously lumpy pillow.

Then back at him.

"Good."

Arjun swallowed.

"Doctor... I..."

"I only came for one last check before I left for the day."

She walked toward the bed, perfectly at ease.

Arjun, meanwhile, was making a heroic effort to look absolutely anywhere except at her.

He failed.

Dr. Anika checked the monitor, glanced at his chart and adjusted the IV line.

"You seem really nervous."

"It's actually my Birthday."

"That's a new symptom."

"Very serious condition -- Birthday Blues."

She smiled.

"Happy Birthday Mr. Sharma." she continued.

She made a note on the tablet.

Then she reached across him to adjust the blood pressure cuff. The faint scent of her shampoo briefly replaced the antiseptic smell of the room.

"Blood pressure looks fine."

"Good."

"Pulse is slightly elevated."

Arjun froze.

"Is... that bad?"

Dr. Anika looked at him over the top of the tablet.

"Depends."

"On?"

"What you were doing before I walked in?"

His face went crimson.

"Nothing."

"You don't have to look terrified. She said without looking up this time.

The tiny smile she gave him suggested that she didn't believe him for a second.

"I'm trying to behave."

That finally made her laugh. "That's probably wise."

Heat crept up Arjun's neck.

She finished noting his blood pressure on the tablet.

Then --

The stylus slipped from her fingers.

"Oh."

It bounced once against the floor beside the bed.

She sighed.

"Of course."

She bent to pick it up.

Nothing dramatic.

Nothing exaggerated.

Just an ordinary moment.

Yet for one brief, unguarded moment, Arjun forgot every promise he'd made to

himself about keeping his eyes respectfully above shoulder level.

As she leaned down, the fitted blue scrub pants stretched tightly across her hips and dipped just low enough at the back. For one brief, accidental second, the top edge of a delicate pink lace thong peeked out above the waistband -- soft, feminine, and completely out of place in the clinical room.

Arjun's breath caught.

The tiny triangle of pink lace against her smooth fair skin was so unexpected, so intimate, that heat shot straight through him. His cock-twitched hard under the thin hospital sheet, the sudden, sharp pulse of arousal almost painful, as he wasn't allowed to touch himself -- at least not until the doctor left.

The image burned into his mind in the half-second it appeared before she straightened again and the lace disappeared.

She looked at him, and asked:

"..... Find it?"

He blinked, still half stunned.

"The stylus." she said.

"Oh.... Yes...... I did."

A tiny, knowing smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. "I thought so."

She tapped a few final notes into the tablet as though nothing unusual just happened.

"Everything looks good." If you keep improving like this, you'll be home in a couple of days."

"I'll try my best." he managed, voice thicker than before.

"I'm sure you will."

She walked towards the door. Her hand rested on the handle. For just a second..

she glanced back over her shoulder

"Good night, Mr Sharma."

"Good night, Doctor."

She smiled once more before closing the door behind her and disappearing into the corridor.

Arjun stared at the shut door for several seconds.

Then rubbed a hand over his face, still hard, still seeing that brief flash of pink lace every time he closed his eyes, and wondered to himself :

".... Did she mean the stylus?"

THE END (For real.)

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