Pati Patni Novels & Stories

She gasped and ran after him. [A/N :- *Patola* is an Indian Punjabi word that means beautiful and gorgeous, used for young girls] *** Shakti was helping her mother-in-law arrange the materials for prayer. "Second Princess," a female servant called Shakti. "Your Highness is calling you," she said, and Shakti exchanged a glance with Piyali. Both Piyali and Shakti rushed out of the palace and saw her friend there. "ERVIN?" Shakti saw him, and he smiled warmly at her.

Sabrina answered sarcastically. Sabrina's taunt was really effective. Patricia's household was indeed plagued by rumors of a third party's presence: her husband’s young mistress. Looking at the fierce expression on Patricia's face now, the rumors of cracks in her marriage were not just baseless rumors. "Hahaha, it seems like you're good at trading barbs now, huh?" Patricia commented with a cynical smile. "Just so you know, Sabrina, real love brings perfect happiness. What's the point if you can only raise a child who's not your own flesh and blood?"

I nodded saying, “Yeah.” Patriza is one of those women who were being linked with Achetbir. She’s usually invited by his mom every now and then at family gatherings. I couldn’t help but suppress this pain in my chest, admitting the truth. They look like a match in heaven; a man who is gifted with such looks and a woman who looks so stunning then followed by their riches. Yeah, they suit each other perfectly. It was something that I don’t have.

They looked very intimate. The wedding ring I had begged him to wear for five years was not on his finger. In the video, a big hand held a smaller one, and matching rings shone on their fingers in the light. That was when I realized that he did not actually hate red dresses, women in makeup, and his ring. He only hated them because of me. He did not love me. I cried until my tears ran dry and accepted the system’s offer to bind me to the Perfect Partner System.

“ Hey sese… what took you so long? The girls are finding it hard keeping him entertained “ Patricia said, stepping out from behind the curtains while cleaning up cum from her mouth. “Yh yh, I know I'm you bitches queen.. but why did he ask for me?” “ I don't know bitch… I was too busy being fucked to care about what another nigga wanted” “Why do you keep accepting all them broke ass motherfuckers that can't even pay for a room…have some class patty” “Because it's those same broke ass losers that know how to hit it right, besides your kind of men are too snubbish for my liking… with all their accents and suits, yet their dick is as small as my finger.. how's that supposed to make me wet”

Shivaay gulped hard and after maintaining his cool he asked in meek voice. Annika what are you doing ? It's hurting baby. But she didn't stop. He again said... You are beating your pati parmeshwar ( Husband) baby. It's a Non voilence and I can file a case against you. Plz stop. Ok baba Sorry I am sorry Annika. He said keep on running here and there for saving himself from his jungli billy ( wild cat )

Thatha (Grandpa) pinched my ears. “Ouch! Thatha, leave my ear. Okay, except you everyone is old” I said. He left my ear and hugged me. “How are you, Chinnu?” he asked “I am great. I came here for my project work. Till I complete my project I will be here” I said and break the hug. “That’s great. Come chinnu. Let’s get your tummy full” Patti said and pulled me toward the room. “Patti, Please don’t make me fat,” I said with a fake cry

​ "It's not crazy." ​ "Ah! You lunatic! Why do you have to do these insane things to me? What kind of karma am I paying for to have to deal with someone like you?" Patricia thrashed and struck out at him as he shoved her down onto the sofa. He worked to strip off her shorts and her tiny underwear until she was completely bare. No matter how much she kicked or struggled, he remained unfazed. She quickly grabbed a large throw pillow to hug against herself, curling her legs in tight and making herself as small as possible.

The deep pain in that pair of originally clear eyes of hers made his heart wrench. Shiv walked slowly towards her and then gripped her wrist in a tight hold as he spoke in a calm but clear tone, "Ap hamari patni hai. Agar hum apke liye naa sonche to kiske liye sonche, Mrs. SHIVSHAKTI SINGH RATHORE? (You're my wife. Who else should I concern myself with, if not you, Mrs. SHIVSHAKTI SINGH RATHORE?)"