"Ahh yess, right there baby! Right there."
Sanjana moaned as her fiance licked her pussy ferociously.
"You're getting better every day, Rohit! Ahh!"
With the verbal encouragement, Rohit started licking her harder, biting and slurping his way through her vaginal walls.
"Babyyy, I wonder where you're learning all this from...ummmf!"
Rohit then put his nose on Sanjana's clitoris and curved his tongue in a way that it tickled the inside of it.
"Ahh ahhh ahhh, I'm gonna cum baby. I love youuu...aaaaah! My goddd!"
Rohit crawled up to her face and kissed her hard.
"Happy anniversary, my love!"
She kissed him back but turned around to get on top of him.
"Happy anniversary, baby! Now fuck me!"
She slapped his dick around her pussy and stared into his eyes. Rohit raised his hands to squeeze her breasts, still as pink and perky as the day he first saw them. She was 22. And he was 27.
Sanjana took him deep inside her pussy.
"Ahh!" Both groaned together.
"I'm so wet today, baby! I wish we could fuck all day."
"We can!" Rohit pushed her hips closer to him and rammed his dick deep into her. Her beautiful hair waved through the air and her tits bounced beautifully. Every day he counted himself lucky to be with this beauty.
"Baby, I have to ahhh to attend this meeting. It's important for our start up. You know...I'll be back early ahhh!"
Sanjana met Rohit when she was 19 years old and he was 24. She had come to Delhi from Uttar Pradesh to pursue a career in marketing. As the brightest student of her class, she landed an internship in one of the top agencies a year before graduating. That's where she met Rohit. A sweet yet handsome boy who was working there as a fresh MBA graduate.
"You don't listen to me. I'm gonna punish you!" Rohit held his wife, turned her and got on top of her. He started fucking her harder and bit her lips.
"Umm punish me all you want...ahhh!" Sanjana grabbed his curly hair as he rammed into her.
"I'm cumming, honey!" The violent strokes were enough to make Rohit cum within a minute or two. Sanjana was a bit disappointed but she loved him and he had already made her orgasm. As his thick and warm cum filled her pussy, her heart pounded with love.
"Happy anniversary!" They echoed as they kissed like soulmates.
"Get ready, I'll drop you. I'll get free around 3 and would be waiting for you. Where should we go for dinner?"
"Let's leave now, shit, I'm so late!"
In a few minutes, the couple were seated in their car and ready to leave. Both Rohit and Sanjana had quit their jobs to focus on their start up. It was supposed to be the next big thing in marketing. Things were difficult financially but promising. That day, Rohit had to attend a big funding meeting and Sanjana was supposed to look over their team of 12 by herself.
"I'll miss you so much!" Sanjana giggled.
"I'll miss you!" Rohit looked at her while driving. The sun gleamed on her window, making her long hair shine with golden hues that framed a face built for the camera. Sanjana was the epitome of beauty, a mesmerizing mix of poise and raw radiance that had effortlessly won her 2nd runner-up in Miss Kanpur. She possessed deep, almond-shaped eyes framed by dark, sweeping lashes, and a sculpted jawline that softened into naturally full, rose-tinted lips. Her skin carried a smooth, sun-kissed glow that looked flawless even in the harsh afternoon light. She wore a fitted yellow chikankari kurti with delicate mirror-work along the neckline, paired with a flowing, off-white printed skirt that draped gracefully around her legs. She always wanted to be a model, her tall, elegant posture carrying every outfit with effortless style, but marketing helped her put her sharp brains to use.
"Kiss me!" She bit her lip and said. Sanjana wasn't sure what it was about the morning but she felt so horny yet...unsatiated. The morning started so well. She liked it when Rohit was rough with her but he rarely was and she was too shy to ask for it. And this morning, she just wanted it more than ever. To be fucked hard and long, her pussy ached. But this meeting was really important, she knew that.
"Let me drive, baby!"
"Rohit, babyyy" She held his dick in her hands.
"Wait!"
Sanjana bit her lip and squeezed his dick. With her left hand, she pinched her nipples and moaned.
"I want you, baby. Why don't you understand?"
"Sanjanaa"
She was in a trance. She unzipped his pants and lowered his underwear, taking out his dick. She saw it and drooled. Rohit was finding it difficult to drive but who can say no when a literal goddess decides to give you a blow job?
Sanjana removed her kurti and took him into her mouth. Her hair fell on his pants as she sucked him in harder and harder. Her earrings tinkled along with her bangles, making a sweet symphony that mesmerized Rohit.
As Sanjana's lips worked feverishly around him, the rhythm of her bangles and the heat of her mouth completely took over Rohit's senses. He leaned back into the headrest, his fingers tangling into her golden-hued hair, his eyes half-closed as the speedometer climbed along the quiet stretch of the highway. Sanjana, lost in her sudden, unsatiated hunger, sucked him deeper, her bare shoulders rising and falling with every deep stroke.
The symphony of her tinkling silver bangles was abruptly shattered by a sharp, metallic screech.
From the blind corner of an unlit rural intersection, an old, rusty bicycle cut straight across the main road without warning. It was Ramu, a sixty-four-year-old local laborer riding home from a graveyard shift at a nearby construction site.
"Rohit, look out!" Sanjana gasped, pulling her head up just in time to see the looming shadow.
Rohit panicked. His hands jerked the steering wheel violently to the right while his foot slammed on the brakes. The tires screamed against the hot asphalt. The front bumper clipped the rear wheel of the bicycle, throwing Ramu hard onto the gravel shoulder. The sedan spun completely out of control, skidded across the dust, and slammed headfirst into a massive brick wall bordering a roadside dhaba.
The impact was deafening. The windshield shattered into a thousand spiderweb cracks, and the air filled with the acrid smell of burnt rubber and deployed airbags. Rohit's head snapped forward violently against the wheel before he slumped sideways, unconscious and bleeding profusely from his temple.
Sanjana, who had been bent over in the passenger seat, was thrown hard against the dashboard. Dazed, her hair a wild, tangled mess over her exposed shoulders, she coughed through the dust, her heart pounding in her throat. "Rohit? Rohit!" She grabbed his shoulders, but he was completely unmoving, a pool of dark blood quickly spreading across his lapel.
An hour later, the harsh, flickering fluorescent lights of the District Government Hospital buzzed overhead. The air reeked of stale phenyl, rubbing alcohol, and dried blood.
Sanjana stood in the narrow corridor, trembling violently. She had pulled her yellow chikankari kurti back on, though it was now wrinkled and stained with grime. Her mascara was smudged beneath her almond eyes, but even in complete distress, her breathtaking beauty drew the stares of frantic ward boys and waiting patients alike.
The emergency room door swung open, and a tired surgeon in bloody scrubs stepped out, pulling down his mask.
"Doctor! How is he?" Sanjana rushed forward, her silver jhumkas swaying wildly. "Please tell me he's okay!"
"He's alive, but barely," the doctor said gravely. "He has severe internal trauma and has lost a critical amount of blood. We need to operate immediately to stop the internal bleeding, but our blood bank is completely out of O-negative. It's a very rare group. If we don't start the transfusion within twenty minutes, his heart will give out."
"Take mine! Please, check my blood!" she sobbed.
"We already ran a quick cross-match from your intake file, you're B-positive. It won't work," the doctor replied, shaking his head. Then, he paused, looking down the dark hallway toward the minor injury ward. "But, the old man you hit on the road. The police brought him in for basic dressings and scratches. His routine labs just came back. By some bizarre coincidence, he is O-negative."
Sanjana's eyes lit up with a flash of hope. "Where is he? Please, take me to him!"
"Ward 3. But be careful, he's extremely angry and refuses to cooperate with the nursing staff."
Sanjana sprinted down the hall and pushed open the rusting metal door of Ward 3.
Ramu sat on the edge of a stained hospital cot. He was a short man of sixty-four, but his frame was remarkably firm, dense, and hardened by decades of manual labor. He had dark, deeply wrinkled skin, a balding head fringe with thin white hair, and teeth badly rotten and blackened from tobacco. He wore a faded, oil-stained banyan and a crumpled dhoti, smelling heavily of raw tobacco and cheap country liquor. A small bandage was taped to his elbow, but otherwise, he sat upright with an unyielding, rigid posture.
When the door banged open and Sanjana burst in, Ramu's dark, bloodshot eyes slowly raised. He took in her appearance, the tear-stained, flawless face, the trembling full lips, and the way her fitted yellow kurti outlined her narrow waist and soft curves. A dark, quiet stare settled on his face, his rotten teeth showing slightly through parted lips.
"Bhaiyya, please!" Sanjana fell to her knees before the cot, folded her hands, and looked up at him desperately. "Bhaiyya, please help kar dijiye. (Bhaiyya, please help us.) My fiancé is dying inside the operation theater. Unko blood chahiye, aur aapka blood group same hai. Please, ek bottle blood de dijiye. (He needs blood, and your blood group is the same. Please give one bottle of blood.) Main aapko jitne paise chahiye dungi, please bhaiyya, unki jaan bachaye." (I will give you as much money as you want, please bhaiyya, save his life.)
Ramu spat a dark stream of tobacco juice into a metal spittoon near the bed. The harsh sound echoed in the quiet room. He did not look flustered or angry. His stance was completely solid and firm.
"Please chaliye doctor ke paas, time nahi hai!" Sanjana pleaded, tears streaming down her glowing cheeks as she gestured frantically toward the door. (Please come to the doctor, there is no time!)
Ramu leaned forward slightly, resting his calloused, earth-stained hands on his knees. His short, dark frame remained completely still, his eyes fixed shamelessly on her chest and trembling lips, taking in every line of her beauty with a quiet, predatory patience.
"Bhaiyya, please..." Sanjana wept, her hands clasped tightly before her as she looked up at him from her knees. "Main aap ke aage hath jodti hoon. Unki jaan bacha lijiye. Main aapko doctor ke dwara jitne paise chahiye wo dilwa dungi. (I fold my hands before you. Please save his life. I will get you as much money as you want through the doctor.)"
Ramu chuckled, a low, rasping sound that rattled in his throat, revealing his rotten, blackened teeth. He shook his head slowly, looking at her with absolute disdain.
"Paisa? Tum jaise bade log hamesha yahi sochte ho na ki paisa fenko aur kaam ho gaya? (Money? You big rich people always think like this, right? Throw money around and the work gets done?)"
Ramu's voice was low, rough, and completely unwavering. "Bada gaadi chalate ho, sadak pe hum gareebon ko keede-makode ki tarah kuchalte ho, aur phir bolte ho paisa denge? Ek baar sorry tak nahi bola tumne. Na ye pucha ki iss boodhe ko kahan chot lagi hai. Sirf apna aur apne aadmi ka fikar hai tumko. (You drive big cars, run over us poor people on the road like insects, and then say you will give money? You didn't even say sorry once. You didn't ask where this old man got hurt. You only care about yourself and your man.)"
"Bhaiyya, mera wo matlab nahi tha... Please, main maafi maangti hoon," Sanjana sobbed, her voice cracking as she wiped her tears with her sleeve. "Unhone bohot khoon khoya hai, unki jaan chali jayegi. Please chaliye mere saath. (Bhaiyya, I didn't mean that... Please, I apologize. He has lost a lot of blood, he will die. Please come with me.)"
Ramu turned his balding head slightly, looking out the narrow glass window toward the rainy courtyard of the hospital. He let the silence stretch until Sanjana felt like she couldn't breathe, before turning his dark, wrinkled face back to her.
"Aur agar hum mana kar de toh? Kya ho jayega? (And if I refuse? What will happen?)" he asked softly, his tone almost casual.
Sanjana swallowed hard, a cold knot tightening in her stomach. "Wo... wo mar jayenge, bhaiyya. (He... he will die, bhaiyya.)"
"Toh marne do," Ramu replied without a hint of emotion in his dark eyes. "Aur suno, agar hum yahan se nikal ke seedha police station gaye, toh kya hoga pata hai? (Then let him die. And listen, if I leave from here and go straight to the police station, do you know what will happen?) Tumhari gaadi ne humko takkar maari hai. Case thokenge tum dono pe. Tumhare court-kachehri ke chakkar kat-kat ke baal safed ho jayenge. (Your car hit me. I will file a case on both of you. You will spend years running around courts until your hair turns white.) be finished. You people will be reduced to zero.)"
Sanjana felt her entire world collapsing around her. Her chest heaved as she stared at the rough, unpolished laborer sitting in front of her. He held every single card in his hands, and he knew it.
"Aap... aap kya chahte hain, bhaiyya?" Sanjana asked, her voice trembling violently, barely louder than a whisper. " (What... what do you want, Bhaiyya?)"
Ramu leaned in closer, his strong, weathered presence completely dominating the tight space between them. The reek of raw tobacco and sweat settled thick around her face.
"Khoon denge hum. Lekin pehle tumhari lenge. Ramu said, his voice flat, razor-sharp, and absolute as his eyes locked directly onto hers." (I will donate blood. But I have one condition. I will sleep with you. Right now. Only then will your man get the blood.)"
Sanjana stumbled backward, her hand flying to her mouth as the weight of his words hit her like a physical blow. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs, her almond eyes wide with utter disbelief and revulsion.
"Nahi! Yeh... yeh kya keh rahe hain aap?" Sanjana gasped, her voice trembling violently as she shook her head. "Aap pagal ho gaye hain? Main... main aisa kabhi nahi karungi! (No! What... what are you saying? Have you gone mad? I... I will never do such a thing!)"
Ramu didn't flinch. He didn't rise from the cot or raise his voice. He simply sat there, his short, dense frame completely solid, his dark, deeply wrinkled face lit by a cold, mocking smirk that showed his rotten, tobacco-stained teeth. He leaned back slightly against the cold wall, looking her up and down, taking in her disheveled yellow kurti, her flushed cheeks, and the way her body quivered.
"Mat karo," Ramu said casually, reaching into the pocket of his crumpled banyan to pull out a small pouch of gutkha. "Humne kab zabardasti ki? Lekin ek baat batao, madam... gaadi chala raha tha wo ladka, ya tum uske god mein baith ke kuch aur kar rahi thi? (Don't do it then. When did I force you? But tell me one thing, madam... was that boy driving the car, or were you sitting in his lap doing something else?)"
Sanjana froze. The blood drained entirely from her face, leaving her pale.
"Humne sab dekha," Ramu continued, his voice dropping to a low, razor-sharp whisper that chilled her to the bone. "Aankhen humari bhi hain. Sadak pe roshni kam thi, par gaadi ke andar ka nazara saaf dikh raha tha. Tumhara munh kahan tha, aur wo ladka kya kar raha tha... sab dekha humne. (I saw everything. I have eyes too. The light on the road was dim, but the view inside the car was clear. Where your mouth was, and what that boy was doing... I saw it all.)"
He tapped a pinch of tobacco onto his dark palm, his bloodshot eyes locking onto her tear-stained face with unyielding authority.
"Socho," Ramu sneered quietly. "Agar doctor aur police ko pata chala ki accident kis wajah se hua? Tumhari izzat, tumhara wo naya company, tumhara aadmi... sab khatam. Aur bina humare khoon ke, wo ladka agle bees minute mein mar jayega. Ab bolo... kya karna hai? (Think about it. What if the doctor and the police find out why the accident happened? Your honor, that new company of yours, your man... everything finished. And without my blood, that boy will die in the next twenty minutes. Now tell me... what do you want to do?)"
Sanjana felt the floor sway beneath her bare feet. The ticking clock in her head was screaming. Every second she wasted arguing was a second closer to Rohit's heart stopping on the operating table. The horrific humiliation of his demand clashed violently with the cold, undeniable reality: Ramu held her entire life, her reputation, and her fiancé's survival in his rough, calloused hands.
Tears spilled freely over her sun-kissed cheeks. Her lip trembled as she squeezed her eyes shut, swallowing the thick lump of pride and disgust in her throat.
"Theek hai..." Sanjana whispered, her voice barely a breath, her head bowing in complete, hopeless surrender. "Theek hai... please... unki jaan bacha lijiye. (Okay... Okay... please... save his life.)"
Ramu's grin widened, a dark, victorious glint flashing in his eyes. "Toh jaao. Doctor se kaho ki humko thoda chakkar aa raha hai. Bolna ki humko das minute aaram chahiye ek alag kamre mein, phir hum khoon denge. Das minute baad aane ko bolna doctor ko. Ek minute bhi pehle aaya, toh hum injection nahi lagwane denge. (Then go. Tell the doctor I am feeling dizzy. Tell him I need ten minutes of rest in a separate room, then I will give blood. Tell the doctor to come after ten minutes. If he comes even a minute early, I won't let him stick the needle in.)"
Sanjana turned blindly and stumbled out of Ward 3 into the bustling hallway. Her hands were shaking so hard she could barely hold herself upright. She found the attending surgeon outside the operation theater, prepping his gloves.
"Doctor... doctor, please," Sanjana stammered, her voice cracking as she tried to keep her composure. "He... he has agreed. He will donate blood."
"Thank God!" the surgeon said, letting out a breath of relief. "Nurse, prepare the O-negative collection kit immediately!"
"Wait, doctor!" Sanjana held out a trembling hand, her heart hammering in her throat. "He says that... he is feeling very dizzy. He said he needs to rest alone in a private room for ten minutes. Only after that will he give blood. Please... please come to the room after exactly ten minutes."
The doctor paused, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "Ten minutes? Miss, your fiancé is on the table, every minute counts! Why does he need a private room right now?"
"Please, doctor! He explicitly said if you come before ten minutes, he won't give blood! I will book the private room... please just come after ten minutes!"
The doctor looked at her frantic, tear-streaked face, sighed heavily, and shook his head in frustration. "Fine! Ten minutes. Not a second more. I am transferring your fiancé to the main table now. Get him into Room 104 in the private wing immediately."
Within two minutes, Sanjana led Ramu down the quiet, dimly lit corridor of the hospital's private wing and unlocked the door to Room 104.
The room was small and spartan, containing only a single narrow bed, a small bedside table, and heavy curtains drawn over the window. The moment they stepped inside, Ramu reached back and pushed the door shut, the sharp, metallic click of the lock echoing through the quiet room like a final sentence.
Sanjana stood near the edge of the bed, her breath coming in short, terrified hitches. She looked at the sixty-four-year-old laborer standing before her. His balding white hair, his dark, deeply lined skin, and his rough, unpolished build.