Mahashashti Madness <3
A/N: based on my Rehman x Ulfat bengali!AU headcanons and this idea, shoutout to @rosesandpeoniesthings and @nevereversaygoodbye !! with translated dialogues because my non-bengali babies begged me to be let in on the fun :3 pretty sure i gave myself like 2 ? 3 ? orgasms while writing this so i think i did a pretty good job. also look whos back to their roots of posting at the oddest of times (my sleep schedule is writing its suicide note rn)
word count: ~4.3k words
genre: fluff, smut, basically a pwnp oneshot/drabble.
TW: none as such, some parts may sound a bit dubcon-ish esp to my non bengali readers but i can't explain it, it's just how bangla is and most of us bengali girls are, we WILL be like no no and deny it even though we want it 😭 ulfat is no different
It was Mahashashti, and the massive DakaatBari mansion was entirely alive with a chaotic, buzzing energy. The air inside the thakurdaalan was heavy with the thick, suffocating smell of burning dhuno, crushed marigold petals, and the evening breeze blowing in from the Hooghly river, as Rehman, the Boro-korta of the house, sat on a low, velvet-draped divan, his long legs stretched out carelessly in front of him. He was dressed in a pristine white silk panjabi, the fine fabric stretched tight across the broad expanse of his chest, the top three gold buttons left casually undone, his fingers adorned with gold rings that glinted in the light of the brass oil lamps.
Surrounding him were the regional gang leaders, local traders, and shifting political allies who had traveled specifically to pay their respects to the most feared landlord in Bengal.
Outwardly, Rehman was the picture of terrifying, calculated hospitality. He laughed deeply at a corrupt merchant's joke, took long, slow drags from his ornamental hookah, and nodded along to the logistical complaints of his smugglers.
Inwardly, he was losing his goddamn mind.
Because across the courtyard, entirely oblivious to the small army of men hanging onto every word her husband uttered, Ulfat was finalizing her departure.
She was taking Naieem and Faizal out for an evening of pandal hopping across the kachakachi para-r pujos. It wasn’t a long trip; just a single evening, a few hours at most - but to Rehman, who had spent the last few days entirely consumed by the logistical nightmare of handling the estate’s own bari-r Durga Puja and weapon smuggling routes, even ek bela without her presence felt like a prison sentence.
Worse, she had dressed for the occasion.
Ulfat was wearing a heavy, traditional crimson saree that wrapped around her soft curves like a second skin, the rich fabric emphasizing the line of her hips and the smallness of her waist. But it wasn’t the saree that had Rehman’s knuckles turning white against the hookah pipe. It was the blouse. A deep, plunging, midnight-black silk blouse that was completely backless, held together by nothing more than two impossibly thin string ties knotted at her spine. Every single time she turned around to adjust Faizal’s small dhuti or wipe a smudge of dirt from Naieem’s cheek, a vast, smooth expanse of her pale, creamy skin was exposed to the cool evening air. The delicate, hollow indentation of her lower back, trailing down toward where the heavy saree was tucked into her petticoat, was entirely bare.
"Ogo, shunchho?" (Hey, are you listening?) Ulfat’s voice drifted across the chaotic courtyard, sweet and clear over the din of the dhak drums practicing near the gate.
Rehman let out a thick cloud of smoke, his eyes instantly locking onto hers. "Bolo, shona." (Yes, sweetheart?)
"Ami chele duto ke niye berocchhi." (I’m going out with the boys.) she said, stepping closer to the edge of the dalaan, her shankha-pola clinking rhythmically. She didn't step directly into the circle of men, but the teasing curve of her lips told him she knew exactly what his intense stare meant. "Firte firte ektu deri hote pare. Tumi thakurdalaan-er kaaj gulo guchhiye nio, aar enara chole gele luchi gulo kheye niyo, ami rannaghor-e dheke rekhechhi." (It may be a bit late by the time we return. Finish up whatever work you have here, and after they go, have the luchis, I’ve kept them covered in the kitchen.)
Rehman didn't care about the luchis. Hell, he didn't care about anything right now, really. His eyes traced the sharp line of her collarbone, down to the soft swell of her breasts hidden beneath the red silk pleats, and then finally back to her exposed back as she turned slightly to call out to their sons.
"Uzair!" Rehman’s voice boomed across the dalaan, deep and rough, cutting through the conversations instantly.
Uzair, who was busy trying to untangle a massive string of tuni lights near the main pillars, ran over, looking exhausted. "Haan, Dadabhai? Ki hoyeche?" (Yes, dada? What happened?)
"Tui oder shonge jaa." (Go with them.) Rehman commanded, his tone leaving absolutely no room for argument. "Oder sathe sathe thakbi. Dekhbi jeno Naieem aar Faizal ek pa-o edik shedik na jaay. Aar shon-" (Stay close by. Make sure Naieem and Faizal don’t go off somewhere. And listen-) Rehman leaned forward, his voice dropping into a low, threatening rumble that only his brother could hear. "jodi kono hotocchhara tor boudi-r dike chokh tule takay, okhanei guli kore dibi. Tar porer thana-police ami dekhe nebo." (If some scoundrel dares to even look up at your sister in law, shoot him then and there. I’ll handle the legalities and the police after that if need be.)
Uzair swallowed hard, looking between his brother’s wild eyes and his boudi. He immediately understood the assignment. "Ami achhi toh, Dada. Chaap niyo na. Ami ekta paan theke chun o khoshte debo na." (I’m here, dada. Don’t stress. I won’t let anything go wrong.)
Ulfat adjusted her aachol, a soft, amused laugh escaping her lips as she watched her husband’s protective frenzy. "Uff, eto chinta koro keno? Para-r pujo, shobai chene amader. Chollam ami." (Uff, why do you worry so much? Its only nearby pandals anyway, everyone knows us. I’ll be off now.)
Rehman watched her walk away. He watched the way her hips swayed under the heavy crimson silk, the way the thin black strings shifted against the smooth skin of her spine with every step she took. The moment she stepped out of the main gates of DakaatBari, the entire mansion felt entirely empty to him. The dhaak-er awaaj sounded hollow. The tobacco tasted bitter.
For the rest of the evening, Rehman felt like he was going to go mad. Here he was, surrounded by men he would rather shoot, putting on a performance of laughing along to their jokes which suddenly started sounding unfunny now that his chokh-er moni (apple of his eye) was not in a one meter radius. Every single minute felt like a year. His skin felt hot, his palms sweaty, his lower belly tight with a heavy, throbbing ache that only one woman in the entire province of Bengal - no scratch that, the entire world- could soothe.
After a hearty dinner, the “guests” had left. It was well past his sons’ bedtime when the footsteps of his family’s return finally echoed through the outer courtyard.
Rehman didn't wait. He literally threw his gorod-er panjabi onto the aramkedara, walking towards the main gate in nothing but his tight, sleeveless white sando genji and his dhuti, his shoulders glistening with a fine sheen of sweat from the humidity.
Uzair practically stumbled in, looking thoroughly defeated, holding a half-asleep Faizal over his shoulder while Naieem dragged his feet behind him.
"Baap re baap, dada, tor chele-gulo-ke shamlate amar toh obostha tight hoye gelo re!" (Good lord, dada, looking after your sons will be the death of me!) Uzair groaned, not even looking at Rehman as he staggered toward his room. "Sharakkhon khai-khai lege ache dutor! Faizal terota phuchka kheyeche, aar Naieem toh ponero ta kheyeche. Ami gelam ghumate, shorir ta dicche naa aar." (Constantly demanding food, the both of them. Faizal ate thirteen panipuris, and Naieem ate fifteen. I'm off to sleep, I can't take any more.)
Rehman didn't even hear him.
Ulfat had stepped in, looking slightly disheveled but breathtakingly beautiful. The night air had dampened her dark curls, making them cling to the sides of her neck. Her red saree was slightly loosened from hours of walking, the pleats slipping a little lower on her waist, revealing the soft curve of her hip. And her blouse, god, that black blouse - the strings were now slightly damp, biting into the smooth flesh of her back.
The moment her feet touched the cool stone of the courtyard, Rehman closed the distance between them. He didn't care that a few security guards were still patrolling the perimeter. He grabbed her kamarbandh, yanking her with a sudden, violent force that sent her crashing straight against his solid chest.
"Oma! Ki korchho ta ki!" (Oh god! What do you think you’re doing?) Ulfat gasped, her hands instantly coming up to press against his bare shoulders, her eyes wide with surprise. "Gari-wala achhe, darowan ra ache, keu dekhe felbe toh-" (The driver is still there, the guards are there, someone will see-)
"Chup," (Shh.) Rehman growled. He buried his face straight into the crook of her neck, inhaling sharply. She still smelled faintly of the expensive jasmine attar he had bought her. "Ek bela... puro ekta bela tui amar samne chilish na. Janish amar ki obostha hochhillo niche?" (One whole evening.. the entire evening, you weren't in front of me. Do you even know what kind of torture i was going through at the thakurdaalan?)
"Tumi toh niche lokjon er sathe chile," (But you were with so many people.) she whispered, her breath hitching as Rehman’s lips pressed a hard, bruising kiss right against her collarbone, his fingers tightening against her hip. She allowed him to drag her up the stairs, her feet barely touching the steps as he practically carried her toward the privacy of the upper floor. "Ah, tumi erom bacchha-der moto koro keno? Chharo, ami haath-mukh dhuye ashi..." (Oh, why must you act like such a child? Leave me, let me wash my face and hands..)
"Na." (No.) Rehman muttered, his grip tightening as they finally reached the massive double doors of the master bedroom. He kicked the heavy teak wood doors open, hauled her inside, and slammed them shut behind them, throwing the heavy brass cross-bar lock into place with a loud clank.
The room was dark, illuminated only by the faint, golden glow of a single kerosene lamp burning on the vanity table.
Ulfat backed away slightly, her heart hammering against her ribs as she looked at him. Rehman looked especially unhinged in this light. The dark hair on his chest was peeking out the top of his genji and the gold chain around his neck was glinting in the lamplight. His chest was heaving, his eyes completely dark with an intense, needy lust that she knew all too well.
"Rehman, ektu shanto hao-" (Rehman, calm down now- ) she tried to say, her voice trembling slightly as she adjusted her aachol, though the sheer weight of his gaze was making her knees weak. "Ami khub klanto, shona, koto hetechhi aaj pandal gulo-te. Shari ta chharte dao, ami ektu haath mukh ta dhuye ashi-" (I’m very tired, darling, I’ve walked so much today at the pandals. Let me change out of my saree, wash myself up a bit-)
“Na. Bollam toh, na, tumi kothhao jaabe na.” (No. I told you, no, you aren’t going anywhere.) Rehman said, sounding almost like a petulant child, closing the distance between them until his towering frame completely blocked out the light of the lamp. He reached out, his rough fingers tracing the line of her jaw before sliding down to her throat, his thumb pressing lightly against her pulse.
"Arre, amar kotha ta toh shono-" (Arre, at least listen to me once-) Ulfat tried to speak, but the words were instantly crushed under his lips.
He didn't kiss her gently. He kissed her with a raw, violent hunger as if he had been starving for months. His mouth slammed onto hers, his lips hot and demanding, his tongue instantly driving deep into her mouth, claiming her with a feral possessiveness that made her knees go completely weak. His large hand slid down her waist, his rough palm gripping the curve of her hip through the heavy silk of her saree, pulling her closer so that her tummy brushed against the hard, rigid length straining against his dhuti.
Ulfat whimpered into the kiss, her fingers automatically tangling into his short, dark hair, her back arching instinctively against him. The sheer intensity of his need was infectious; it always was. He was a dakait, a ruthless landlord who took what he wanted by force, but in this room, under the flickering lamplight, his violence was entirely translated into an all-consuming devotion that left her breathless.
When he finally broke the kiss to breathe, his lips didn't leave her skin. He trailed his mouth down her jaw, his teeth lightly nipping at the sensitive skin of her throat, making her gasp out loud. His sheer dominance was suffocating, but beneath it, there was a raw, desperate neediness that always made Ulfat’s heart melt. This was the man who terrorized the entire province, yet right now, he was looking at her like an addict looking at his last fix.
"Shona, lagate dao na, bas ekbar." (Sweetheart, let me put it in, just once.) he pleaded suddenly, his voice dropping into a low, husky whine that vibrated right through her core. He rested his forehead against hers, his breath hot against her lips. "Ekbar, maa kali-r dibbi, ami tarporei ghumiye porbo, shono na! Boro koshto hochhe amar, ek bela tomar theke dure thaka... ami ar parchhi na." (Just once, I swear on god, I’ll go straight to sleep after that, listen to me! I’m in so much agony right now, staying away from you the whole evening.. I just can’t take it anymore.)
"Tumi ekta pagol." (You are a complete madman.) Ulfat murmured, a small, helpless smile tugging at her lips despite her exhaustion. She reached up, her hands resting against his broad shoulders, feeling the tension locked in his muscles. "Shob shomoy khali eishob.. kothay ektu jiggesh korbe je thakur kemon dekhle, kotogulo dekhle, chele gulo ki korlo-" (All the time its just all this, instead of asking about the how the idols were, how many pandals we visited, what all the boys did-)
"O oi shob kaal shokale shunbo." (Oh, I’ll listen to all that tomorrow morning.) Rehman interrupted, his hands sliding around her back, his fingers immediately finding the top silk string of her blouse. He pulled it with a practiced motion. The knot unraveled instantly. "Ektu lagate dao na, bas ekbar... Shona ma amar, eto prem kori tomay, dekho, mana korbe na kintu." (Let me fuck you, please, just once… My sweet girl, I love you so much, don’t say no now.)
"Ah, Rehman, ekhon na... raat hoyeche toh onek." (Ah, Rehman, not now… its so late already.) she tried to chide him, her voice trembling slightly. "Chele-ra pasher ghor-e ache, jodi keu jege jay?” (Our sons are sleeping in the next room, what if someone wakes up?)
“O keu jaagbe na. Chharo toh. Oh shona, lagabooo.” (Oh, no one’s going to wake up. Leave all that. Darling, I wanna do itttt.) Rehman pleaded, his voice an irresistible purr as his hands roamed her back. "Ekbar khali... tomay ektu-o koshto korte hobe na, chomchom. Ami-i shob korbo." (Just once.. you won't have to put in any effort at all, my sweet. I will do everything.)
Ulfat sighed, her defense crumbling under the weight of his puppy eyes. “Boddo baar berecho aajkal.” (You’re crossing all your limits these days.) The heat radiating from his body was overwhelming, and the throbbing ache between her own legs was becoming impossible to ignore. "Shudhu ekbar. Tarpor kintu ghumate hobe." (Alright, just once. But you have to sleep after that, okay?)
"Haan, haan, ja bolbi tai," (Yes, yes, whatever you say.) Rehman muttered frantically, but the moment he got her approval, the needy submission completely vanished. With one violent, impatient tug, the delicate knots snapped apart. The blouse fell open, exposing her full, heavy breasts to the cool air. Rehman let out a low growl at the sight, his large hands immediately coming up to cup them, his thumbs frictioning over the peaks until she cried out, her head falling back.
He didn’t give her time to recover from the sudden exposure. He squeezed her forcefully, molding her breasts against his palms - scarred from years of handling heavy iron weapons - until she had to wrap her arms around his neck just to stay upright. He backed her up across the dark room, his thighs encasing hers, forcing her legs to part with every heavy step he took toward the massive mahogany writing desk in the corner.
The desk was an heirloom, where the accounts of extortion, land deeds, and river-smuggling bribes were recorded. With a single, violent sweep of his left arm, Rehman cleared the surface. A heavy brass inkwell, stacks of official letters from the district magistrate, and a silver paperweight went crashing to the floorboards with a loud clang.
"Rehman! Table ta-" (Rehman! The table-)
"Chaaro toh." (To hell with the table.) he muttered against her skin. He set up down on the edge of the table and bit her lightly until she cried out, her fingers twisting into his hair as he buried her face between her cleavage. "Aaj raat e emon bhabe lagabo, kal shokal e pa felte koshto hobe tor. Tui ghore boshe thakbi, ami kaal tor kachhe bhat niye ashbo, kintu aaj raat ta amar... shara raat ta amar." (Tonight, I’m gonna fuck you so good, you'll find it difficult to even take a step tomorrow. You’ll stay sitting in the room, I will bring food to you tomorrow myself, but tonight belongs to me… all night.)
"Tumi na... boddo oshobbho hoye gachho!" (You- you've become absolutely shameless nowadays!)
"Tor jonno hoyechhi." (Only for you.) he muttered against her damp skin, his breath searing hot.
He reached down, his fingers catching the heavy, intricate silver chain of her kamarbandh. He didn't unhook it. Instead, he used it as an anchor to yank her hips flush against his lower belly. His length straining inside his loose dhuti pressed directly against her lower stomach once again, separated only by the layers of her saree and her thin petticoat.
His hands left her waist and went down to the pleats of her saree, tucked tightly at her navel. He didn't have the patience to unwrap the six yards. He simply gathered the rich silk together, his rough palms sliding under the hem of her cotton petticoat until he reached the bare, smooth skin of her inner thighs, and pulled it down, throwing it onto the floor, as Ulfat leaned slightly back.
The heat radiating from her core was staggering. Rehman’s fingers, trembling slightly with the weight of his restraint, brushed against the soft, soaking wet fabric of her underwear. He let out a shaky breath, his thumb tracing her slit through the fabric until he felt the heavy slickness leaking through the cloth.
"Dekho... mukhe bolchho raat hoyeche, kintu bhetor bhetor toh puro gole jacchho, go." (See, you're saying that it's too late already, but you're melting inside, love.) he teased, his voice dropping into that low purr that always made her blush. He gripped the thin cotton fabric and tore it down the middle, the sound of tearing cloth loud in the silent room. "Ami na thakle ki thakur dekhe eshei eto gorom hoye jete tumi, chomchom? Eto shob kaar jonne, shona? Bolo?" (If I wasn't here, would you be getting this hot and bothered just from going pandal hopping, my sweet? Who's all this for, sweetheart? Tell me?)
"Tumi na- uff, tomar-i jonno," (You are- ugh, only for you,) she cried out, her face flushing crimson as he took off his own genji, and parted her legs as wide as they could go, pinning her knees against his ribs.
Rehman didn't- or rather, couldn’t wait any longer. He untied the knot of his dhuti, letting the white fabric pool around his ankles until he was completely bare, freeing his length, thick, fully erect, and glistening with a drop of pre-cum in the dim light. He gripped the base of his cock, rubbing the blunt head against her soaking wet slit, smearing her own wetness over her clit until Ulfat was crying out, her fingers tightening into his shoulders like claws.
“Please, aar deri koro na, keno jalachho erom kore- AH! Rehman!” (Please, don't make me wait anymore, why are you torturing me like this- AH! Rehman!) Ulfat’s scream was sharp, caught instantly in the back of her throat as her eyes flew wide open. With a sudden, powerful lurch of his hips, Rehman had driven himself forward, burying his entire length inside her in one single thrust, the thick shaft forcing its way through her tight, sliding walls until he bottomed out completely against her cervix.
The sheer fullness of him, stretching her open to her absolute limit, made her chest heave violently. Her back arched, her head falling back as her fingers scrambled wildly across the wood, knocking over a stray pen-holder in order to hold on to an edge of the table.
The sound of her cry echoed through the high ceilings, but Rehman captured her lips immediately after, tongue deep and heavy, swallowing her remaining gasps.
The rhythm was instantly frantic. Rehman was working with an insane amount of backed-up adrenaline. He gripped the edge of the mahogany desk with both hands, using it as leverage to drive into her with a brutal, relentless force. He pulled back until only the tip remained inside her wet heat, before driving back in. Every thrust was deep, wet, and heavy, the friction of their skin creating a loud, slapping sound that filled the otherwise silent room.
Thud. Slap. Thud.
"Ogo... uff, maago!" (oh.. ugh, god!) Her voice was a strained, melodic gasp that ended in a sharp inhale, her legs wrapping around his waist to try and control the depth of his penetration, but her movements only served to drive him deeper. "Ektu... ektu aaste koro na! Ah- laage toh!" (Do it.. Do it a little slower, no! Ah- it hurts!) Her whole body was shaking, the friction of his hairy chest and the cold metal of his chain against her bare breasts making her nipples ache with overstimulation.
"Aaste korbo? Puro ek bela chokher aaral chhilo, aar ekhon bou naki bolche aaste koro. Hmph." (Do it slower? Away from my eyes for a whole evening, and now my wife tells me to slow down. Hmph.) Rehman’s teeth bared in a wolfish grin, his sweat-slicked shoulders glistening under the lamplight, having no intention to slow down. He reached down, his hand wrapping around the kamarbandh once again, using the metal chain to literally lift her hips off the desk with every single downward stroke. He was drilling into her now, his strokes fast and punishing.
"Rehman, boddo jore hocchhe kintu- aha, lagche!" (Rehman, you're going way too fast, I'm telling you- aha, it hurts!) she whined, her voice trembling with a mixture of intense pleasure and overwhelming friction as he continued to drive into her without an ounce of mercy, her voice cracking as his thick head repeatedly hammered against the sensitive cluster of nerves deep inside her. "Ogo... shono... ektu-" (Darling.. Listen.. A little-)
"Bollam na, mana korbi na aaj raat ta amay." (I told you, don't deny me anything tonight.) Rehman panted, his chest heaving as he pumped into her faster, his face twisted in an expression of pure, agonized ecstasy.
The pleasure was too much, too sharp, too frequent. A violent, shattering wave of an orgasm began to build in her lower belly, tightening her walls around him. Ulfat’s head rolled from side to side on the scattered papers, her lips parted in a silent scream as her body began to convulse around his shaft, her climax pulling him over the edge along with her.
Feeling the tight, convulsing contractions of her climax broke the final thread of Rehman’s control. His jaw tightened, his breathing turning into a series of ragged growls. He leaned down, burying his face in the curve of her neck, his teeth biting down hard enough on her collarbone to leave a deep purple mark as he delivered four final, devastatingly deep thrusts.
With a loud, guttural groan that vibrated right through her chest, Rehman buckled his hips forward and came, rutting against her like an animal.
He filled her completely, a thick, hot torrent of his seed pumping deep into her womb, his entire body violently trembling as he held himself pinned inside her. Ulfat let out one last, long sob of pleasure, holding him close as the room spun around them.
The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of their ragged, synchronized breathing and the distant, faint hum of the night outside.
Rehman remained buried inside her for a long time, his forehead resting against her shoulder, his chest rising and falling against her bare breasts. Slowly, he pulled out, a wet sound echoing through the quiet room as his fluids began to slowly drip onto the smooth mahogany of the desk.
He didn't say a word. He simply scooped her up into his arms, ignoring her soft exhausted murmurs, and carried her over to the massive four-poster bed. He laid her down on the soft sheets, crawling in right beside her, and pulled the cotton quilt over both of their sweat-slicked bodies.
Ulfat immediately curled into his side, her head resting on his bare chest, her breath turning slow and steady as sleep instantly began to claim her. Rehman wrapped his arm around her waist, his large hand resting protectively over her bare stomach, his fingers tracing the faint red chain-marks his heavy grip had left on her skin. He looked down at her peaceful face under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, a soft, incredibly smug smile finally tugging at his lips.
"Accha.. mane, ye... bolchilam, mane, oi ekta jodi round two..." (Um.. you know... I was just thinking, like, you know, maybe if I could get a round two...) "REHMAN!"
[He infact did technically end up getting the round two, which manifested itself in the form of slow, lazy, morning sex. He had promised her she wouldn't be able to walk straight in the morning. And as the boro-korta of DakaatBari, Rehman always kept his word.]
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