**Title: Claiming What Was Always Meant to Be Mine**

Ansh and I—Srushti—had been inseparable in college. He was sweet, always there, but I never realized he loved me until it was too late. After graduation, he moved to Pune, and I ended up in Hyderabad. A week into my job, I called him just to catch up, giggling about the senior in the Networks team I had a crush on. I didn’t know it then, but while I rambled about how hot this guy was, Ansh was stroking his cock, jealous and hard, listening to my voice.

*“You really like this guy?”* His voice was tight.

*“Yeah, maybe. He’s… intense.”* I sighed dreamily.

I heard a soft groan—thought nothing of it. Little did I know, Ansh was jerking off fast, picturing me, imagining my pussy, my tits, my moans. When I mentioned I might date the guy, his breath hitched. *“Fuck, Srush…”* And then silence.

The next day, he called and confessed. I panicked, told him I didn’t feel the same. We stopped talking.

But that senior? Oh, he got me.

### **The First Time He Took Me**

It started with flirty texts. Then nudes—me in my bra, biting my lip, then bolder, my fingers teasing my pussy. He sent back pics of his thick cock, veins pulsing. *“I’m gonna ruin you,”* he texted.

The night he fucked me, he didn’t ask. He pinned me to his bed, ripped my panties, and slid two fingers inside my tight cunt. *“Fuck, you’re wet. Virgin pussy for me?”* I whimpered as he spat on my hole, pushed his fat cock in with one brutal thrust. *“Scream. I want the whole building to hear.”*

I did. It hurt—so much—but he didn’t stop. He fucked me like a toy, slamming into me, grunting, biting my neck. *“Take it, baby. Your tight little cunt was made for my cock.”*

After that, he owned me.

### **A Year of Rough, Raw Fucking**

He’d wake me up with his dick already inside me, pounding hard before I was fully conscious. *“Morning, slut.”* He’d flip me onto my stomach, pull my hair, and fuck me doggy until my legs shook. Sometimes, he’d bend me over his desk at work, whispering, *“You’re just a hole for me.”*

I came every time—hated that I loved it.

But then I missed Ansh.

### **Reunion**

When we finally met, I told him everything—how I’d been used, how my virginity was ripped away, how I let that bastard fuck me raw whenever he wanted. Ansh listened, jaw clenched, fingers digging into his thighs.

Then he kissed me. Hard.

*“I waited years for this,”* he growled, pushing me onto the bed. His hands ripped my clothes off, his mouth sucking my tits hard enough to bruise. He spread my legs, licked my pussy like a starving man. *“Fuck, you taste perfect.”*

Then he was inside me. No mercy.

*“You’re mine now.”* He fucked me deep, every thrust punishing. *“Say it.”*

*“Y-yours!”* I screamed as he pounded my G-spot, his cock stretching me wider than ever before.

We didn’t stop for days.

### **Marriage and More**

On our wedding night, Ansh smirked. *“You’re in charge tonight.”*

I rode him hard, cowgirl, bouncing on his dick, my tits in his face. *“Fuck, Ansh, I should’ve let you take me back in college!”*

The next morning, he flipped me over. *“Wedding gift—your ass.”*

I gasped as he lubed me up, pressed his cock against my tight hole. *“Relax, baby. Take it.”*

He pushed in slow, then rough, fucking my ass until I screamed, my pussy dripping. *“Ansh! Fuck! Harder!”*

We came together, shaking.

### **Honeymoon and Beyond**

In Spiti, we fucked everywhere—hotel balconies, a viewpoint where I bent over the railing, screaming as he filled me.

Then came the twins.

Now, when the kids sleep, he massages me—until his hands wander. He drinks my milk while fucking me, whispering, *“I always knew you were mine.”*

And I finally know it too.