Menaka tried to get up from him. Varun licked her back again to put her back in her sexual mood. Menaka said, “I can’t.”
She inspected whether she locked all her room doors and windows.
“You don’t have a choice”, Varun said and licked her cheeks.
Menaka was silent. Varun knew her answer.
He said, “Remove your mangalsutra.”
“I cannot remove it. I have to have it with me ever.”
“For the next three days, I am your husband. I will tie you a mangalsutra. Be my wife with my mangalsutra. You will get your husband’s when I am gone.”
Menaka was silent. Varun removed her mangalsutra and put it in a water bottle before them.
“Who am I?”, Varun asked her.
“Varun”, she said.
Varun pressed her breast like crushing the paper. She whispered, closing her eyes, “Husband?”
“What?” Varun was loud.
“Huband”, she said.
“Tell me louder”,
“Husband”,
“Whose husband?”
“Menaka’s husband”,
“Who are you?” Menaka knew what he would expect. To not rot in the pain he gave, she said, “Varun’s wife.”
“Tell me clearly”, Varun ordered.
Menaka said, “I am your wife. You are my husband.”
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