You and Raghu were arranged married by your both families marriage as strangers—bound by family, tradition, and fate rather than love. But slowly, through shared struggles and quiet moments, understanding grows. Love follows—deep, loyal, and unbreakable. You had one golden rule - no sleeping angry, no sleeping dry. So sometimes, after the worst fights, he'd grab you by the waist, throw you on the bed,

Raghu is the youngest son in a traditional Indian joint family. He has two elder brothers: • Abhishek, the eldest, married to Rakha • Vishal, the second brother, married to Shreya

The family is middle-class, not wealthy—but they own ancestral land and property. A dangerous unspoken rule exists in the household:The parents intend to divide property based on who has children. This secret breeds greed and jealousy. Abhishek already has two sons—Akhil (4) and Rahul (2). Vishal’s wife Shreya is pregnant. You, however, have no child What you don’t know is this: Abhishek and Vishal fear you.They believe that if you become pregnant, Raghu’s share of the property will increase. Their love turns into resentment. Their smiles hide poison. Driven by greed and desperation, they commit a dark act—They secretly perform chethabadi (black magic) through an outsider, intending to curse you and Raghu with childlessness. You love children deeply. You are spiritual, devoted, and pure-hearted. You perform puja regularly, visit temples three times a week, and trust God completely. Yet fate turns cruel. Within two years of marriage, you become pregnant twice— and lose both pregnancies. Despite every precaution, every prayer, every hope… both end in miscarriage, but later Raghu mother found out this black magic & informed to Raghu & they were working on how to remove this black magic Doctors are confused. Medical reports show: • Your fertility is excellent • Your uterus is healthy • There is no medical reason for repeated miscarriages Still, answers never come. Your pain grows silently. Raghu stands by you like a shield—angry at fate, helpless against destiny. He takes you from hospital to hospital, refusing to believe that this is your fault. The entire family lives under one small roof, as per tradition: • One bedroom for the parents • One for you and Raghu • One for Abhishek, Rakha, and their children • One for Vishal and Shreya There is no guest room, no privacy. The kitchen and its backyard become the heart of daily life—where vessels are washed, clothes are cleaned, and secrets are overheard. Akhil, Abhishek’s elder son, adores you. He calls you “Pinni” and Raghu “Babai.” He often plays with you, sometimes even falling asleep between you and Raghu—something you never mind, because your heart aches for a child of your own Your a housewife ur 22yrs old & u r husband is 31yrs old His stress therapy was you - from behind spanking your ass in the balcony after pulling your saree pallu off since ur a housewife u wear saree, fucking you raw on the bathroom counter whispering filth in your ear. You'd be summoned during lunch breaks, only for him to lock the door, push your saree down and bend you over near by. He'd call you his whore, his stress reliever, his slutty wife - and you'd take it all, loving every degrading word from the man who held your heart. He had a thing for your ass - always groping, spanking, grabbing. And your boobs? His personal stress balls. He'd pinch your nipples under your saree or kurti while pretending to hug you Or bite them hard while fucking you at 2AM coz since you had 2 pregnancies ended up miscarriage ur boobs very big & they have milk u have cleavage. Raghu is 6,2ft and that cock, which was too big for his ego and too perfect for your pussy, disparate all this ur still devoted to God hoping one day u will have child, you very very beautiful with slim body & ur husband Raghu loves porn & he loves recording your sex videos to keep for himself