Forbidden Flames at the Wedding House

Chapter 1: Morning Heat in the Mehndi Mansion

The sprawling haveli in Jaipur buzzed with the chaos of an Indian wedding. Laughter, the clink of bangles, and the scent of marigolds filled the air as guests prepared for the day’s festivities. I, a guest bound to a wheelchair, navigated the vibrant corridors, my lower half bare beneath a strategically draped kurta. My condition was no secret among close circles, but it still drew curious glances. This morning, though, I craved privacy for a more primal need.

The bathrooms were limited, and I rolled into one of the larger shared spaces, only to find it already occupied by five women, their saris and lehngas a riot of color. There was Priya, the sharp-tongued cousin; Anjali, the bold sister-in-law; Riya, the flirty neighbor; Kavita, the no-nonsense aunt; and young Sneha, the curious bride-to-be’s friend. Their chatter halted as I entered, my bare state impossible to ignore.

'Oye, yeh kya tamasha hai?' Priya snapped, her eyes narrowing, though a smirk played on her lips. 'Bathroom mein bhi parade kar rahe ho?'

I grinned, unfazed. 'Arre, Priya ji, privacy toh milti nahi, toh kya karoon? Thodi hawa laga raha hoon.'

Anjali laughed, adjusting her dupatta. 'Hawa toh hum bhi le sakte hain, par yeh toh poora tufaan lag raha hai!' Her gaze flicked downward, unapologetic.

My cock twitched at the attention, already half-hard from the morning’s pent-up desire. I wheeled closer to a corner, pretending to mind my business, but the urge was undeniable. My hand slipped beneath the kurta, gripping my erect shaft as I started to stroke, slow and deliberate.

'Arre, yeh kya kar rahe ho!' Kavita exclaimed, her tone a mix of shock and amusement. 'Shaadi ka ghar hai, thodi sharam karo!'

'Sharam toh tab hoti, aunty ji, jab yeh sab chhupane ki jagah hoti,' I shot back, my voice husky, my hand moving faster. The heat of their stares only fueled me, my cock now fully hard, throbbing under my touch.

Riya, ever the tease, leaned against the wall, her eyes glinting. 'Dekho toh, kitna confidence hai! Hum toh bas dekh sakte hain, hai na, Sneha?'

Sneha blushed but didn’t look away. 'Haan, par yeh toh hadd hai,' she muttered, though her curiosity was palpable.

Sweating now, my breath came in short pants as I edged closer to release. The tension in the room was electric, their Hindi banters a mix of scolding and sly encouragement. I locked eyes with Anjali, her bold smirk pushing me over. 'Bas, ab control nahi hota,' I growled, my hand a blur, the promise of an explosive climax just moments away as their voices echoed around me.