Even with her vagina tightening around my cock, I kept up my pace, thrusting into her soft wet clenching vagina, bringing her to the beginning of another orgasm before the previous had barely washed over.
She was muttering unintelligibly now, "Yes, Vishal, take me, take me, take me," was all I could make out as she thrust back to match my strokes.
Her moaning and urging me on pushed me towards my release, and I felt my cock twitch and swell inside her.
"I'm going to cum, baby."
"Yes Vishal, cum inside me baby, cum inside me, " she cried softly, urging me on.
I let loose my seed into her with a deep sigh. Holding her by the hips, I pulled her back into me and buried myself to the hilt as I came.
"Yes baby, I can feel you cumming inside me. You're so warm," She moaned as my sperm flooded her insides.
When I had no more to give her, I collapsed over her, heaving, kissing her back and shoulders, and cupping her large dangling breasts in both my hands, squeezing them softly.
As both our breaths slowed down and my spent cock softened, I pulled out of her, rolled over to her left and pulled her to me.
"I love you, my baby. You filled me up so completely and so deeply inside me," she smiled and nuzzled into my chest.
I wrapped both my arms around her, both our bodies sweaty from the exertion and orgasms, and hugged her tight.
"Ruby, where have you been all my life?" I asked her, overwhelmed with emotion.
"Waiting for you to show up at my counter at the bank," she laughed.
"My legs feel so weak, Vishal. Take me to bed. I want to take a nap."
"Yes baby," I said, lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bed.
I laid her down gently, kissed her on the forehead and covered us both with a blanket, holding her soft warm body to myself.
Again, she wrapped her soft hand around my cock possessively and fell asleep almost instantly.
Later, after we had both bathed, I remembered Rubina only had the lemon yellow and white salwar kameez which she had worn the previous day.
"Let's go to the mall to get you some new clothes, Ruby," I told her.
She just jumped onto me and wrapped her legs around my waist, hugging me without saying a word.
After some time, she had lain out her lemon yellow and white salwar kameez and black burqa on the bed.
"You don't need a burqa, Ruby. I don't want you to hide your face ever again as if you have something to be ashamed of or you've done something wrong."
She looked apprehensively, "I'm not used to going out without a burqa or a hijab, Vishal."
"No Ruby. I don't want you to wear any of those ever again. No burqa, no niqab, no hijab."
"Everyone's going to stare at me."
"I know. You're the most beautiful woman in the world. You'd better get used to people staring at you."
Rubina smiled at my compliment.
"I'm going to be right next to you baby. Don't worry, if anyone acts funny with you will get a whack."
"And this Saturday, I want you to join me for Kalaripayattu class, so you can whack the bad guys yourself if necessary."
"Yes, okay," she said and giggled.
"After that, we'll also visit the dance class I told you about to ask them if they have Bharatanatyam classes. I remember you had told me you've always wanted to learn Bharatanatyam."
"Thank you, baby. You remember everything I told you," Rubina whispered and hugged me tightly.
"How can I not? You're the angel who has turned my house into a home."
She replied by kissing me on the neck and hugged me tighter.
"I also wanted to ask you to not wear your bra, but we'll leave that for some other day," I grinned.
"What? You're crazy. How can I do that?"
"I want to see your breasts bouncing and swaying as you move," I told her and lightly nibbled her neck with my lips.
"Oh, I see. Now I know your favorite part of my body. You've just given away your weakness, and I'm going to exploit it to the fullest," she said and laughed, holding her breasts up to me in her palms, teasingly.
"That's exactly what I hope you will do, sexy lady," I said, cupping her right breast and kissing her left nipple.
"And stop teasing me like this or we'll never make it to the mall," I grinned.
She wore her lemon yellow and white salwar kameez, draped the dupatta across her shoulders and said, "I'm ready. Let's go."
"Ruby, before going to the mall, let's drive someplace far from here, so you can call him and tell him that he should not look for you," I said. I had not asked her husband's name, and I wasn't interested in it, either. 'Him' was good enough.
"Just so that he doesn't lodge a missing person police complaint, which will unnecessarily complicate matters. I hope he hasn't done that already," I added.
"I can call him right now," said Rubina.
"No. You said he has tapped your phone so he may also be able to track the location of your phone. I don't want him to show up here and harass you, especially when I'm not around. Right now, he cannot locate your phone because I've removed the battery".
We drove 20 kilometers to another part of Bangalore, where I re-assembled the phone and asked her to call him.
She took the phone, scrolled to his name in the address book, and was about to press the call button, when she got nervous and said, "I'm sorry, I can't speak to him. I don't want to hear his voice again. Can't we just text him?"
"Okay..." I said, thinking.
"Actually, you're right. It'll be better to just text him, because that way we will have a record that you have already informed him. Just in case he goes to the police and lodges a case," I said.
"Saif, you have physically beaten me, and abused me continually for over two years and I cannot take any more of your beatings and torture. I am leaving and am never going to return. Do not try to find me -- Rubina," she typed out and pressed the send button.
In a few seconds, he called back, bringing a worried look to Rubina's face.
I took the phone from her, cut the call, and switched the phone to silent mode. Saif called again a few times, all the calls ringing themselves out. If he could truly track the phone, I wanted him to get that location, which was 20 kilometers from my house. Then I restarted the car after removing the battery from her phone.
Half an hour later, we were in the mall, running up a huge bill. Since Rubina had not brought anything with her, she needed to buy an entire wardrobe. Everything from salwar kameezes, casual clothes, underclothes, makeup, perfumes, and personal effects.
Realizing how much she was going to shop; the mall manager assigned a lady attendant exclusively to serve her.
While she was buying salwar kameezes, I asked the attendant to excuse us for a moment.
"Ruby, I want you to buy the best dress they have, something that will make you look so exclusive and regal that anyone who sees you will automatically feel inferior and small. Whatever the cost, buy it. Just make sure it's the best and the grandest ever."
She looked at me questioningly at this unusual request.
"I'll tell you my plan later. It's time for you to leave your past behind and make sure it never dares to look in your direction again," I said as I held her by the waist, pulled her to me, and caressed her right breast lightly.
"My weakness," I said with a smile and kissed her lightly on the lips.
Rubina gave a slight gasp and said, "Control yourself. There are people around us," and giggled.
While Rubina re-immersed herself in shopping, I called my lawyer friend Neha, gave her a briefing of the situation, and asked her to come over in the evening for dinner when we could discuss further.
*** In the evening ***
Neha arrived at about eight o'clock. The moment she looked at Rubina, she exclaimed, "Wow, she's so beautiful. How did she ever fall for a nerd like you?"
Rubina smiled at the indirect compliment while I burst out laughing.
"C'mon, I don't look that bad," I said.
"Yeah, you look like a lafanga, a tramp in front of her," Neha laughed.
"I know, I think she just took pity on me."
"Yes, I also think so."
"I'm glad you have upgraded yourself. That girl you were dating in college? Even I didn't like her even though I was the one who introduced you both."
"Well, we're all human and mistakes happen," I said and we both laughed.
"Yes, but Ruby is definitely not a mistake. For once in your life, you've done the right thing."
"I know. The best decision I've taken in my life," I said and kissed Rubina on the head.
Rubina was quietly smiling at our banter and then said to Neha "I think I will have to spend more time with you, to find out all his secrets".
"Of course, we must. Vishal is like a brother to me, we've known each other since we were kids. Our fathers were colleagues in the Army and while they were both posted at the same Army base, we were classmates and became close friends. After a couple of years, both our fathers got posted to different bases and we lost touch. Then we met in college again where I was studying law and he was studying computer engineering. Even though it had been over 10 years, we got along as if there had never been a gap in our friendship."
After some time, we were all seated in the living room and after the chit-chat, I explained the scenario to Neha, with Rubina filling in the gaps. As part of her work in the NGO, Neha had handled several similar cases of marital abuse, so was confident of securing Rubina's freedom.
"We have two options," she told us, "First, get Saif to sign a talaqnama in the presence of and signed by two Muslim male witnesses. I have two junior lawyers in my office whom I have already spoken to and have agreed to sign as witnesses."
"The second option if he refuses to sign the talaqnama is the legal route. But that could get prolonged and messy, which we don't want."
"He'll sign the document, don't worry," I said.
"Be careful Vishal to not get violent as it may create legal issues. Documents signed under duress are considered invalid," Neha warned me. "We have to make him realise that a swift and clean talaq is in his best interest also. You can leave the talking part to me."
"I'm sorry Ruby, I know this whole discussion might be difficult for you," she said, turning to Rubina.
"Neha, it's not a problem. I know that for a good future, it's sometimes necessary to go through difficult times. Vishal saved my life by sheltering me in his home. Now I just want to leave my past behind and start a happy new life with him."
"I didn't 'shelter' you, Ruby. Please don't use that word. I should be the one thanking you, for completing my home," I said, took her hand and kissed it.
"Yeah, okay, enough of that, you two. Can we get back to our discussion?" interjected Neha with a grin.
"So Neha, where do we call him for the signing? I don't want him coming here because he might later start stalking Rubina. Can we call him to a court or a police station?" I asked.
"No, the police will not get involved in an official capacity unless Rubina lodges a domestic violence complaint. By the way, I've also asked Ravi for his help, but he will be there as a friend and not in an official capacity. You know Assistant Commissioner Ravi, don't you?"
"If Rubina lodges a domestic violence complaint, it becomes a legal case that can drag on if he contests it. We can call him to the court, but if he creates a scene there, it can turn ugly, and again will become a legal case. There are plenty of lawyers ready to take advantage of the situation and make a quick buck."
"We need to call him alone at a place he cannot create a scene. Make him understand that a quick talaq is in his best interest, just sign and leave. That will be the best for everyone."
"Ravi has an unfurnished and unused apartment located at the other end of town, sufficiently far from here that the police use for such purposes. We have used it in a couple of other cases also," she added.
"And how soon can we close this?" I asked.
"I have the format and revenue papers in my office. Ravi as well as the witnesses have already been prepped. We can close this tomorrow itself. Of course, all depends on Ravi's availability because being a cop, he's always pressed for time, and Saif should agree to come to the place we call him and should sign willingly."
"Ruby, I need the address of his shop," I said.
Alarmed, Rubina asked me, "Why, what do you plan to do?"
"I need to buy a cover for my phone. Don't worry, I won't do anything. I just want to do a recce so I know what he looks like and there are no surprises. Is he the only one at the shop, or are there others also?"
"He is the only one at the shop. He cannot afford any employees. His name is Saif Ali Muhammad," she told me. And then she told me the address which I located on Google maps and placed a pin on.
*** The next day ***
The next morning as I was leaving for Saif's shop, Rubina hugged me tightly and said, "Please be careful Vishal. I don't want anything to happen to you."
"Don't worry my Ruby. I'm just going to buy a phone cover. I'll be back soon," I said and kissed her.
About 45 minutes later, I was in Saif's shop, sifting through the phone covers he'd lain out on the counter.
Saif was a burly man, a couple of inches taller than me and powerfully built. He was in a white salwar kameez with a topi on his head and a beard without a moustache, which covered his entire throat.
"The bigger they are, the harder they fall," I thought and smiled to myself.
"Hurry up, I was about to start my lunch when you came. I don't have all day," he said, with an irritated voice.
"Yes sure. Give me some time," I said.
Just then another man entered the shop and exclaimed, "What happened, Saif, you have ordered lunch from my restaurant today? Is your wife not well?"
"Yes, she's a bit unwell, so I asked her to take rest," Saif lied, bringing an amused smile to my face.
"Oh, that's unfortunate. Inshallah, she will be well soon. Anyhow, I will leave now. Do come over in the evening to my restaurant for a drink if you are free. I've just received a fresh batch of your favourite brandy," said his friend, and left.
"I didn't like any of these. Do you have any others?" I asked, indicating towards the phone covers on his shop counter.
"No, I don't have any others. If you are so choosy, you should have gone to a fancy mall instead of wasting my time," he said irritably.
"Okay, thank you for your time," I said and left from there.
As I walked back to the car, I thought "So this guy drinks. Not that it matters now, but I wonder whether Rubina knew about it. He's such a hypocrite."
I knew alcohol is haram or forbidden for him, so his drinking and then accusing his wife of haram activities and even beating her for it was the height of hypocrisy.
And then I remembered Rubina mentioning the previous evening, "All the rules and restrictions are only for women. Men can do anything they want."
From there, I drove to the same place from where we'd texted him the previous day. I stopped the car at the same spot, reassembled Rubina's mobile, and sent him one text with Ravi's apartment address and a second text, "Come to this address tomorrow at 12 pm if you want to meet me. Make sure you are alone or else I will not meet you - Rubina." Then I disconnected the battery again.
Then I called my home landline from my mobile.
Rubina answered with a nervous, "Hello?"
"Ruby my love, I'm on my way back. I should be home in about 45 minutes."
"Yes, Vishal, I'm waiting for you," she replied in a relieved voice.
"I love you, baby."
"I love you too. Come soon and drive safely."
"Yes, my love."
When I got home, I got a reception I'd only dreamt of so far - a beautiful woman welcoming me home and the aroma of the most amazing meal that Rubina was cooking.
Rubina met me at the door in only a black kameez with a white embroidered design, which ended about mid-thigh and a neck deep enough to reveal the cute mole in the centre of her cleavage.
The black colour contrasted perfectly with her creamy smooth skin and from her large breasts bouncing enticingly and her nipples poking through, I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra beneath the kameez. She was surely going to exploit my weakness to the fullest.
She hugged me tight, slipping her hands under my t-shirt, crushing her large soft breasts into my chest.
I wrapped my arms around her and murmured, "Thank you, my sweetheart. You are a dream come true for me."
We just stayed like that, holding each other for some time. Her soft body pressed into mine, her silky brown hair against my cheek, and her lovely feminine scent along with her floral perfume gave me an instant hard-on.
She pressed back into my hard-on and then pulled away, "Lunch is almost ready my love. I've prepared a treat for you," she said, holding my hand and leading me to the kitchen.
She didn't ask about my recce trip to Saif's shop, and I didn't offer any details.
Walking into the kitchen, I hugged her from behind, holding my cheek to her silky soft brown hair, and pulled her to me with my hard cock pressing between her ass cheeks.
"Mmmm...have some patience Vishal. Lunch is almost ready," she said taking a deep breath and pressing back into me. Squeezing my cock through the jeans, she said, "Save your strength, baby. Soon, I want you inside me. But let's eat first."
"Can't I eat you first?" I smiled, nibbling at her ear.
"The food will get cold, baby. I've made something special for you. It will not taste good if it gets cold."
"Yes, my Ruby," I said and helped her set up the table for lunch.
Then we sat down to lunch and Rubina served us both, explaining the sequence to eat the different dishes she had prepared, to enjoy the food to the maximum.
I looked at her, overcome with love, and said, "My God Ruby, I feel like taking you to the bedroom and making love to you right now."
"Enjoy your food, baby," she responded with a small smile, ignoring my remark.
After we'd mostly finished eating, Rubina took a spoonful of the curry on her tongue and came and sat astride on my lap, offering me her curry-laden tongue.
Taking her tongue into my mouth, I sucked greedily tasting the curry with her saliva with it, sending my temperature rising. She quickly withdrew her tongue, took another spoonful, and offered me her tongue again.
I brought my hands down to sneak my hands beneath her kameez while sucking on her tongue, but she grabbed my hands and whispered, "No. Keep your hands to yourself or I'll have to tie you up."
"Yes ma'am," I replied, happily surrendering myself to her.
Reaching down, she pulled my t-shirt up, and I raised my hands to help her in removing it. Next, she pulled off her kameez letting her beautiful heavy and creamy breasts spring free. That's when I realised she wasn't wearing panties either, under her kameez.
With her perfect naked breasts in front of me, I instinctively leaned forward to press in and feel them against my chest, but she pushed me back with a sharp, "No, behave yourself," as she anticipated my move.
She leaned forward into me just a bit, allowing just her hard strawberry pink nipples to slightly scrape against my chest tantalisingly, and sometimes letting her soft breasts press in and mould themselves into my chest, but just for fleeting moments.
I attempted to lean in again to make more contact, but she said "No" and continued to tease me, lightly skimming her gorgeous nipples and full soft breasts on my chest. She then held her breasts up to my lips with her hands, but pulled away just as I opened my mouth to latch on.
Twice I tried to bring my hands up to pull her to me, but she held my arms away, anticipating my every move. It was as if she could read my mind.
She kept this up until I was hot and panting for her breasts.