He looked all around. He was in a clearing that had bare dirt, without any grass. A small, wooden cabin, more of a shack really, stood in the lee of s...me trees not ten yards to his left. A small footpath was worn into the forest floor between the clearing he was in and the front door of the cabin. The trees swayed gently in the breeze and the late afternoon Sun was starting to turn the horizon pink. As he looked down at his backpack next to him, it all came back to him. Mia and her flunkies. I had seen so many suhagrat scenes in Bollywood movies yet an unknown fear was gripping me tight. My mind was totally freeze didn’t even remove the sandals Ranjan bought especially for the wedding. Suddenly the door opened up and he entered the room. My heart started beating even louder. Tons of blood was pounding across every nerve of my body. He stood silently in front of me. Like traditional Indian wife I bent over to touch his feet but he held me by my arms stopping me midway. “I don’t. She brushed against me, the first physical contact we'd had and in the confines of the narrow passage, her foot slipped and she started to fall. Instantly I reached out to catch her but I had pulled my left foot back when she turned and now had no place to put it unless I stepped on her. In a flash, I knew I was going to fall too so, holding onto her I gave a twist, hoping I could break her fall.I did just that. She actually fell right on top of me. My head hit the hard floor, she landed on top. Even reaching back with my arm and digging my fingernails into the flank of his ass does not provide enough of an incentive for him to sink into me. I mewl. He chuckles.“Plus… don’t you think I deserve to turn the tables and have you at my disposal for once?”His words confuse me, and confusion always makes me laugh. But then, my laugh morphs into a breathy shriek when his hand abruptly lets go of my boob and grabs my left shoulder instead, his right hand slides underneath my hip, and he scoops.