In the dimly lit room, Bahu Rani's heart races as Sasur Ji pins her against the wall, his breath hot on her neck. 'You're so beautiful,' he growls, his hands roaming her curves. She gasps as he hikes up her sari, his fingers finding her wet slit. 'You want this, don't you?' he whispers, pushing a finger inside her. She moans softly, her body betraying her. He smirks, unbuckling his pants, his hard cock springing free. 'Say it,' he demands. 'I want your cock, Sasur Ji,' she whimpers, giving in to the taboo pleasure.