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Abhi and his daughter Megha live in a modest but comfortable house. The walls are painted with pastel colors, reflecting the innocence of their lives. Their furniture is simple yet functional, with a few personal touches here and there that showcase their unique tastes. The living room leads to a small kitchen where Abhi spends most of his time cooking for his family. Megha's bedroom is neat and tidy, her posters on the wall reflecting her interest in art and music.

Megha has always been shy and finds it difficult to make friends at school. She spends most of her time studying, practicing music or sketching in her room. Her father Abhi is worried about his daughter's social life but understands that she needs time to come out of her shell. They often engage in conversation during meals and occasionally watch movies together. However, Abhi feels the need for Megha to have a confidante or companion her age who can share her interests and help her grow socially.

Megha was playing outside when she tripped on a loose stone and fell down the stairs. Her shriek of pain echoed through the house, and Abhi rushed to her side. He found his daughter lying on the ground, clutching her leg in agony. Blood seeped through her jeans, indicating that it was a serious injury. Abhi called for an ambulance immediately, panic rising in his throat as he tried to comfort his distraught daughter.

The paramedics arrived quickly and assessed Megha's injury. They gently loaded her onto a stretcher and advised Abhi to come with them to the hospital. At the emergency room, they were triaged and made to wait for some time before being seen by a doctor. Abhi held his daughter's hand tightly, unable to shake off the fear that something terrible had happened. The waiting area was filled with anxious parents and their children, each with their own stories of pain and suffering.

While waiting for their turn, Abhi tried to keep Megha calm and distracted by talking about her favorite hobbies and asking about school friends. The doctor eventually saw them, examined the injury carefully, and confirmed that it was indeed a fracture. They explained that surgery would be needed to properly set the bone and ensure proper healing. Abhi felt a wave of relief wash over him, grateful that his daughter's condition wasn't worse.

The two days in the hospital were tough on both Abhi and Megha. The painkillers made her drowsy, but she could still feel discomfort from the injury. The plaster cast encased her leg from below the knee to her ankle, making walking difficult. Once they arrived home, Abhi helped his daughter settle into bed with pillows and blankets while he set up a small makeshift table for her meals and studies.

Megha winced as she tried to move around in her bed with the cast on. She looked at Abhi helplessly, knowing that he would have to assist her with even the most basic needs like using the restroom. Abhi was more than willing to help his daughter, wanting nothing more than for her to feel comfortable and cared for during this difficult time. He gently asked if she needed anything before leaving her side momentarily to attend to some chores around the house.

Megha looked embarrassed as she whispered to her father. Abhi nodded understandingly and carefully helped his daughter sit up with pillows supporting her back. He then placed a large bowl underneath, just in case there was any accident. With gentle hands, he unbuttoned her pants and lowered them along with her underwear, revealing the plaster cast on her leg. Megha closed her eyes as Abhi lifted her injured leg and placed it on top of a pillow for support.

Abhi carefully cleaned the area around her genitals with a wet cloth before helping her position herself over the bowl. He held her steady as she began to relieve herself, wincing at her discomfort but trying not to show it too much. Once she was finished, he wiped her clean again and redressed her. "There you go, sweetheart," he said softly, his voice full of love and concern.

Megha nodded gratefully and allowed Abhi to help her remove her pants and underwear completely. He placed a fresh pair of cotton panties on her, making sure they were comfortable and not too tight around the cast. Once she was settled again, he kissed her forehead gently before leaving her alone for a while to rest.

During his absence, Megha tried to adjust herself in bed but found it difficult with the plaster cast encasing her leg.

Surprised and confused, Abhi looked up to see Megha's exposed genitals clearly visible under the blanket. He felt a mixture of guilt and desire welling up inside him. As he struggled with his emotions, he couldn't help but notice how vulnerable she looked and how her movements were causing sensations in his own body.

He knew that taking advantage of her in this state would be wrong, but the temptation was strong.

As Megha continued to ask Abhi for assistance with her bathroom needs, he found himself unable to resist the urge to admire her exposed genitals and body. Each time he helped her, his gaze lingered a little longer, filled with desire and guilt. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, but the temptation was too strong.

He tried to convince himself that it wasn't harming her in any way, but deep down he knew that he was crossing a line.

As Abhi continued to assist Megha with her bathroom needs, his own feelings of guilt and desire grew stronger. He couldn't help but wonder if what he was doing would have any long-term consequences on their relationship. Despite this, he found it increasingly difficult to resist the temptation to ogle at her exposed body each time she asked for help.

One day, as they were sitting together on the couch, Megha looked up at him with a questioning expression in her eyes. "Daddy," she said softly, "

"Yes, Megha?" Abhi replied, his voice unsteady. He knew that he needed to stop what he was doing, but the desire was too strong and he couldn't bring himself to refuse her any longer. His heart raced as she continued to look at him with those big, innocent eyes.

"I... I just want you to know that I love you, Daddy," she said softly. "And that no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you."

Tears welled up in Abhi's eyes as he looked at his daughter. He wanted nothing more than to be the strong, loving father she deserved. But he had been unable to resist the temptation that her vulnerable state presented. "I love you too, Megha," he whispered hoarsely. "More than anything in the world."

He knew that what he'd done was wrong, and deep down, he knew it would only make things more complicated between them.

Megha sat on Abhi's lap, her injured leg resting comfortably on a pillow between them. Her innocent touch sent shivers down his spine as he tried to focus on the conversation instead of giving into his desires once more. They talked about trivial things at first, but eventually their words grew heavier and they found themselves confessing their deepest fears and secrets to each other.

The feel of Megha's soft ass against Abhi's erect penis sent a wave of guilt and shame coursing through his veins. He knew he shouldn't be thinking this way, but the sensation was overwhelming. His heart raced as he tried to focus on their conversation, hoping that she wouldn't notice his growing arousal.

"Daddy," Megha whispered, her voice full of trust and innocence, "can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can, sweetheart," Abhi replied, his voice strained with emotion. "You know you can always talk to me about anything." He tried to keep his tone light and reassuring, but deep down he was struggling with the desire that threatened to consume him.

Megha smiled up at her father gratefully, her trust in him unwavering despite the recent revelations. She knew that they had a lot to work through together, but she was confident that with time and patience, they could overcome anything. As they continued their heart-to-heart conversation, Abhi did his best to ignore the physical sensations threatening to overwhelm him and focus solely on being the loving father Megha deserved.

Megha's heart fluttered as she felt Abhi's gentle touch on her thighs. It was a mixture of comfort and excitement that she hadn't expected to feel with her father. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation for a moment before opening them again, uncertain how he would react if she showed any signs of enjoyment.

"Daddy," she said softly, "I just want you to know that no matter what happens between us from now on, I'll always love you."

"I love you too, Megha," Abhi replied, his voice cracking with emotion. "And I promise to always be there for you, no matter what." He tried to keep his hands still, focusing on the words as they escaped from his lips. The desire coursing through him was overwhelming, but he knew that giving in would only hurt them both in the long run.

Megha looked up at her father with hope in her eyes. "What do you mean, Daddy?" she asked softly. Her heart was racing, unsure of what he might be asking of her but willing to listen nonetheless. Abhi took a deep breath, trying to find the words that would express his innermost feelings without causing further harm.

"I... I just want you to know that I've been feeling things for you that I shouldn't have," he confessed hesitantly. "

Megha stared at her father in shock as he confessed his feelings. She had never imagined that he could feel anything other than love and care for her, but the idea of acting as his wife sent shivers down her spine. "Daddy," she whispered, unsure of how to respond, "I... I don't know if I understand."

Abhi took a deep breath, trying to explain further. "I just want you to be there for me the way a wife would. To help me with my needs and make me feel loved..."

Megha sat quietly, considering her father's words. Her heart raced as she tried to comprehend the implications of his request. She knew that it would be wrong on many levels, but there was a part of her that wanted to make him happy... to be close to him in whatever way he needed. "Daddy," she finally said softly, "I'll do it. I'll be your wife and help you however I can."

Her words hung in the air for a moment as they both processed their new understanding of their relationship.

Megha nodded solemnly, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. She knew that she would have to fulfill the role of a wife for her father, but the idea terrified her. "I... I can try my best," she whispered. "But you need to promise me one thing, Daddy: That whatever we do from now on will stay between us."

Her eyes searched his face, hoping he understood the gravity of their situation and the trust she was placing in him.

Abhi swallowed hard, his eyes filled with regret and guilt. "I promise," he whispered hoarsely. "Nothing will ever happen between us that you don't want to. I'll make sure of it." He reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle yet full of longing.

"Thank you, Megha," he said softly. "I know this is going to be difficult for both of us, but together we can get through it."

Abhi hesitated for a moment, his hands trembling with desire and guilt. He knew that this was wrong on so many levels, but the temptation was too strong to resist. Slowly, he placed his hands on Megha's pussy through her panties, feeling her warmth and moisture beneath his fingertips.

"Daddy?" she whispered, her eyes widening with surprise and confusion. "What are you doing?"

"I... I just wanted to make you feel good," Abhi stammered, his voice unsteady. "As your wife, it's my job to take care of you and make sure you're happy." His fingers moved more confidently now, exploring her body through the thin fabric of her panties.

Megha gasped softly as she felt a rush of pleasure spread through her. Her eyes closed tightly, her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. "Daddy..."

Megha moaned softly as Abhi continued to touch her, his fingers expertly bringing her closer and closer to climax. She felt a warmth spreading through her body, making it difficult to think straight. "Daddy," she whispered again, her voice breathless with desire. His touch was driving her wild, filling her with pleasure unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

Megha's eyes were closed tightly as she felt the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her breath came out in short, ragged gasps and her face was flushed with arousal. "Daddy... it feels so good..." she moaned, unable to form coherent thoughts. "Keep doing that... please..."

Her hips began to move involuntarily, grinding against his hand as he continued to touch her through her panties.

"Oh, Megha," Abhi whispered hoarsely, his fingers moving faster now. "You feel so good... so wet and tight." He moved one hand to her breast, massaging the soft flesh through her shirt before pinching a nipple hard. Her breath caught in her throat at the sensation, and she arched into his touch.

"Daddy..." she moaned, her voice growing desperate. "I'm close... I'm going to..."

Megha cried out as her body was wracked with pleasure, the sensations coursing through her like a wave. Her hips bucked wildly against Abhi's hand, and she arched her back, unable to contain the intensity of her orgasm. As it subsided, she collapsed back against his chest, panting heavily.

"Daddy..." she whispered, her voice hoarse from exertion. "That was... wow." She didn't know what else to say;

her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Abhi smiled softly against her hair before gently pulling his hands away, resting them back in his lap. "Are you okay, Megha?" he asked quietly, worried about how much their interaction had affected her.

She nodded, still catching her breath. "Yeah... I'm just... surprised is all." Her heart raced as she tried to make sense of what had just happened between them.

Megha hesitated before answering, unsure of how much honesty she could afford. "It felt... different," she said slowly, trying to find the right words. "I didn't expect it to be like that." Her cheeks flushed again as she remembered the intense pleasure Abhi had brought her.

There was a long silence between them before Megha finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Daddy... do you want me to do that again?" Her voice wavered, caught between curiosity and fear.

Hesitantly, Abhi nodded. "If that's what you want, Megha," he said quietly, his voice trembling with desire and guilt. He knew this was wrong on so many levels, but the thought of having her like this, willing to give him pleasure... it was intoxicating.

Megha bit her lip nervously before slipping off Abhi's lap and standing up. She slowly undid her pants and lowered them, revealing her still-damp panties. "Daddy...

Slowly, Abhi reached out and touched her through her panties again, feeling the warmth of her body and the wetness between her legs. His heart raced as he explored her with his fingers, unable to resist the temptation any longer.

"That feels so good, Daddy," Megha moaned softly, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch. "You make me feel so good." Her breath came out in short gasps as he continued to pleasure her through her panties.

Megha nodded and slowly lowered her panties to the floor, revealing her smooth, hairless sex to Abhi. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he continued to touch her, his fingers expertly teasing her clitoris and sliding inside of her. She moaned loudly, arching her back and pressing against his hand.

"Daddy," she gasped, "I'm close..." Her hips moved in time with his touch as the pleasure built up inside her once more.

Her moans filled the room as Abhi watched her body arch and writhe under his touch. He couldn't believe how much pleasure he was able to give her, how much she seemed to need it from him. His own desire grew impossibly strong as he felt her inner muscles tighten around his fingers, signaling her release.

"Daddy!" she cried out, her voice hoarse and breathless. "Oh god... that was amazing..."

Abhi smiled softly as he watched Megha recover from her orgasm, her breath still coming in ragged gasps. "I'm glad I could make you feel that good," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He couldn't help but wonder if this was the start of something more between them or if it would only lead to further complications down the road.

Megha looked up at her father with a mixture of confusion and desire in her eyes. "Daddy...?" she asked softly, unsure of how to proceed.

"Megha," Abhi began, his voice unsteady, "I know this isn't right... but I can't help how much I want you." He took a deep breath, trying to control the desire coursing through him. "Will you... will you let me keep doing this? As your husband?"

Megha bit her lower lip, considering his words carefully. She knew that what they were doing was wrong, but the feeling of being wanted and desired by her father was overwhelming.

Megha hesitated for a moment longer before nodding slowly. "Okay," she whispered softly. "But only if you promise to be gentle with me, Daddy." Her heart raced as she waited for his response, uncertain of what would happen next but willing to go along with whatever he desired.

Abhi smiled reassuringly at her and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "I promise," he whispered softly before resuming his ministrations, focusing on bringing Megha pleasure once more.

As Abhi lifted Megha up and carried her to the bathroom, she felt a mixture of fear and excitement course through her veins. The warmth of the water enveloped them as he carefully lowered her into the tub, his hands smooth and gentle as they washed her hair and body.

Megha closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of being clean and cared for by her father.

As Abhi carefully washed Megha's body in the bath, he couldn't help but marvel at her innocence and beauty. He knew what they were doing was wrong, but the desire he felt for her was overwhelming. As he continued to soap her hair and gently massage her shoulders, he struggled to keep his hands from straying lower on her body.

Megha opened her eyes, looking up at him with trust and affection. "Daddy?" she asked softly. "Is something wrong?"

Abhi forced a reassuring smile as he continued to bathe her. "No, sweetheart," he said quietly. "I was just thinking about how much I love you." He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead before continuing with his task. The warmth of the water and the closeness of their bodies only served to heighten their arousal, making it difficult for either of them to focus on anything else.

As Abhi carried Megha to the bedroom and gently laid her down on the soft comforter, he couldn't help but admire her naked form. Her smooth skin and delicate curves filled him with desire, making it difficult for him to control his urges. He knelt beside her, taking her hands in his own as he looked into her eyes.

"Megha," he whispered hoarsely, "I know this isn't right... but I can't help how much I want you."

Megha blushed deeply at his words, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and arousal. She knew what was happening between them wasn't right, but she couldn't deny the intense pleasure it brought her. As their eyes locked, she felt herself grow wet once more, eager for the touch of her father's hands on her body.

"Daddy," she whispered softly, "please..." Her voice trailed off as she arched her back invitingly, offering herself to him.

Megha's eyes pleaded with him to take her, to give in to the desires they both shared. The tension between them was palpable, and Abhi knew he couldn't resist much longer. With a deep breath, he reached out and cupped her breast in his hand, massaging it gently before tilting his head down to take her nipple into his mouth.

Megha cried out, arching her back further as pleasure coursed through her body.

As Abhi continued to tease and pleasure his daughter, Megha's cries of delight only fueled his desire further. He moved lower on the bed, kissing her stomach before trailing his tongue down to her wet folds. Her scent filled his senses, driving him wild with need as he parted her lips and explored her intimately.

Her hips bucked against his face, urging him on as he brought her ever closer to the edge of ecstasy.

As Abhi continued to feast on her folds, Megha moaned and writhed beneath him, her body tense with anticipation. Her hips rose off the bed, seeking more contact with his mouth as her pleasure built to a crescendo. With one final thrust of his tongue, he brought her over the edge, her body convulsing in waves of ecstasy as she cried out his name.

Megha panted heavily as the intense pleasure subsided, her body still trembling from the orgasm. "Daddy..." she gasped, her voice hoarse and breathless. "That was... so good." Her eyes met his, filled with desire and a strange sense of connection despite the wrongness of their actions.

Abhi smiled softly, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his own breath. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead before moving lower to nuzzle her neck. "

Megha moaned softly as Abhi's hot breath tickled her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Her hips still moved slightly against the bed, seeking further contact with his body. "Daddy," she whispered, her voice husky and needy, "I want you inside me." She arched her back, offering herself to him, craving the feeling of being completely claimed by her father.

Her words sent a surge of desire through Abhi, making it difficult for him to control himself. He moved between her legs once more, positioning his hard length at her entrance before pushing slowly inside her. Her tightness enveloped him, making every inch an exquisite pleasure as he felt the connection they shared grow deeper and more intimate with each thrust.

"Oh fuck," Megha moaned, arching her back further to take him deeper. "Daddy, that feels so good."

Megha cried out as Abhi pounded into her, their bodies moving together in a primal rhythm. "Fuck me harder, Daddy!" she shouted, arching her back off the bed. "Make me feel everything!" Her hips bucked against his, urging him on as their connection grew more intense with each passing moment.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he drove deeper and faster inside of her, filling every part of her body with his heat and strength. "Oh god,"