You Are Only Mine
surprise night
chapter 195
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The night after dinner, Narendra back in front of the Laptop, The work is piling up, if only had no wife, of course Narendra will spend the night in the office.
With glasses perched at the corner of his eyes, Narendra was quite serious by opening the sheets in his hand.
occasionally Narendra sips coffee made by Herra that he brought since just entering his work room.
While Herra was in the room very seriously read the article that had made her careless.
some research states in Google's writings about infidelity.
Herra's chest rumbled again as she read everything to the end.
" right said the woman in the shop earlier.I have to move first, otherwise kak Naren can be tempted women outside.." muttered Herra who immediately came down and ran towards the closet to pick up something he bought.
Soon Herra took it and saw it.
" They said that all men like this kind of clothing, I will try to please Naren." said Herra herself who went straight into the bathroom to exchange clothes.
Herra's eyes blinked for a few moments seeing her reflection reflected in a large mirror in the corner of her room.
amused to see it, but for the sake of the integrity of the household, Herra will do anything.
" Herra. You must be ready to get pregnant again, whatever happens and whatever you will feel later it is your form of struggle, you are at war now." Herra spoke to herself encouragingly
then he ran to bed and fixed the bed, then turned on the small candles around the bed and gave the aroma of lavender therapy that was so soothing.
," ah. yes, the lamp."Herra ran towards the light switch and turned it off.
until the light of the room becomes a friend.
" now wait for Naren to enter the room.." Herra put herself in bed and set the position.
But for a few tens of minutes Narendra did not come,
" is Naren not done yet ??!!" Herra glanced at the clock on the wall when the time had entered at 23:00.
" i know how to ." Herra was so excited when she got the idea.
he grabbed his phone and called Narendra.
tut's..
tut's..
tut's..
" my stomach is suddenly hurting.ahh.." Rintih Herra's.
Narendra was very surprised. "what ??!! I'm in the room right now .." without waiting for Herra's answer, Narendra immediately ended his call and saw his concern.
" Aunty !!! prepare warm water !!!" narendra shouted making everything work.
In a hurry, Narendra climbed one by one stairs,
and soon Narendra went into the room.
Quite surprised, when he found the room glowing dimly.
And how shocked Narendra was, when he saw Herra lying with his head supported by his hands.face towards Narendra who was staring at the door by slowly opening his glasses.
Narendra rubbed his eyes several times, he did not think it was right or not if the lying wife or not.
" lady...you...why ?? he said it hurts ??" narendra asked as he walked slowly towards the bed after closing the door.
Herra also rose up and was spoiled and flirtatious for Narendra.
" i did it on purpose so that my brother would go to the room immediately"
And Narendra again surprised even his eyes will almost jump from his place, when he saw Herra wearing clothes that for Narendra is very strange.
Walking barefoot, and sacred clothes that show herra's curves, despite the dim light but Narendra can see everything clearly.
As she neared, Herra blinked one of her eyes at Narendra. Narendra was taken aback by what he saw.
" sister.i am ready tonight." whispered Herra to Narendra's ear.
At once Narendra realized when he got a whisper from his wife and with a quick motion Narendra even carried Herra's body without permission.
" uhh !! where am I going ??!!" Herra Protests.
Narendra immediately put Herra's body in bed and pulled a blanket to cover Herra's body.
" sister..what is sister doing ??!!" herra protested in annoyance.
all is not as he wishes.
" should I ask, what are you wearing ??!! if there's a waiter in how ?? I can't accept if anyone sees your body !!" narendra's Namel.
Herra was gawking with her husband's scolding, even from the look in her eyes, Narendra seemed to dislike.
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