Misc. Erotica An Innocent Beauty

[Deepak.kapoor]

Character introductions
 
Let's briefly Introduce various characters.
 
Riya, the main heroine of this novel, stands approximately 5'5" (165 cm) tall and has a graceful and elegant presence. She possesses a slim, toned figure with measurements around 34 inches around her bust. Her fair skin has a smooth glow that complements her overall beauty. Riya's long, silky black hair falls to her mid-back. Her large, expressive eyes, in shades of hazel, reflect her innocence and compassion. Her thighs are toned and smooth as silk. Riya enjoys modest and fashionable clothing.
At 19, she’s at the cusp of adulthood. She attended a girls' college, so her initial interactions with boys were awkward. She has lived a mostly sheltered life until now.
 
Father: Arvind Kapoor
Age: Early 50s, maintaining a commanding presence with a fit physique.
Arvind Kapoor is a successful businessman who owns a large real estate and manufacturing enterprise. His wealth and reputation in Pune’s high society are well-established.
Arvind is strict, disciplined, and ambitious. He believes in hard work and expects the same from his family. Though he profoundly loves Riya, his way of showing care is often rigid, which makes Riya a bit afraid of him. He values family reputation and has high expectations for Riya, particularly regarding her future career and social standing.
Tall, with salt-and-pepper hair and a well-groomed beard. He typically dresses in tailored suits or traditional Indian attire, emphasizing his high status. His presence commands respect, and he is rarely seen without his phone, always connected to his business.
 
Mother: Anjali Kapoor
Age: Late 40s, radiating a timeless elegance and grace.
Anjali is a homemaker and deeply devoted to her family. She is mainly involved in charity work or organizing events in Pune’s elite circles. Warm, loving, and nurturing, Anjali is the emotional core of the family. She is softer than her husband and understands Riya’s emotions better. 
She has an elegant appearance, long, well-kept hair, and dresses in beautiful saris or traditional attire. Anjali is calm, and her soft features mirror her caring nature.
 
Riya Brother: Aarav is a charming and confident young man. He is older than Riya and married to a beautiful woman, Meera.
 
Meera: Aarav's Wife, Meera, with her striking beauty and graceful character, attracts everyone around her. Her beauty is a class apart. Nobody can ignore her beauty and personality. She is much more beautiful than Riya, but her confidence sets her apart. Meera is slender yet curvy, with a figure that exudes femininity. Her body is toned as she leads an active lifestyle, but her figure retains a softness that adds to her charm.
Standing around 5'6", she has a commanding yet graceful presence.
She often wears traditional Indian saris and dresses, particularly ones that emphasize her natural beauty. The way she ties her saris—sometimes low on the hips, showing a hint of her stomach and midriff—adds to her attractiveness without crossing into immodesty.
 
Shankar: Riya’s family driver plays a vital role in the story.
Age: 50 years old
Height: 5'8"
Background: Shankar has been with the family for over ten years, making him a trusted part of the household. He is highly loyal to the Kapoor family. Over the years, he has developed a fatherly affection for Riya, watching her grow from a little girl to a young woman.
Shankar is quiet, reserved, and highly dependable. He is a man of few words. Shankar deeply respects Riya's father but has a softer spot for Riya.
Shankar has a quiet but significant presence in Riya’s life. He has driven her to college, social events, and college.
But for the past two years, Shankar’s fatherly affection for Riya has transformed as he has come to see her as a beautiful young woman. As a widower without a female companion for over a decade, Shankar’s loneliness intensifies his feelings for Riya.
 
Temporary construction workers
 
Arjun stood tall at 6'2". He was very muscular, and his skin was deep black, probably from working under the sun. His presence was defined by confidence, strength, and his deep voice.

Vikram was 5'9", shorter but sturdy. Due to the nature of his work, he had rugged features and rough skin. He had a friendly demeanor and a wide grin that lit up his face. People found him approachable despite his muscular build.

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Good start

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Morning at Home

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains of the elegant Pune home, casting a golden hue across the spacious living room. The home was pristine and beautiful.

Riya sat at the dining table, her fingers tracing the edge of her teacup. At 18, she was the picture of innocence and youthful beauty—fair-skinned, with long black hair that fell in waves down her back and large, expressive eyes that sparkled with the curiosity of a girl on the cusp of womanhood. Riya was dressed in a simple yet elegant yellow salwar kameez and had an aura of quiet grace. Her mind wandered back to her studies, but a faint tension pulled at her as she waited for her father to arrive.

Her mother, Anjali, moved around the kitchen, her bangles clinking softly as she arranged the breakfast. Anjali was a homemaker who had devoted herself entirely to her family. Her beauty had not faded with time; her elegance grew each year. Anjali wore a light blue sari tied neatly at the waist, revealing her slender figure.

As Anjali placed the last dish on the table, she turned to her daughter, offering a gentle smile. “Riya, beta, did you sleep well? You’ve been studying so hard lately,” she asked softly, her voice filled with motherly concern.

Riya nodded, offering a faint smile in return. “Yes, Maa, I slept well. Just a bit tired from all the exams coming up.”

Anjali gave her a knowing look, brushing a stray lock of hair from Riya’s face. “You’ll do fine, don’t worry. Just focus on your studies. Everything else can wait.”

Before Riya could respond, the heavy sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway. Her father, Arvind, entered the room with the authority. He was a tall man, well-built, with sharp features and an expression that rarely softened. His presence commanded respect, and in his crisp, well-tailored suit, he looked like the successful businessman he was.

He approached the table with a purposeful stride, his eyes briefly scanning the breakfast spread before settling on Riya. “Good morning,” he said in a deep, measured tone as he took his seat at the head of the table. His greeting was brief, almost perfunctory, as he focused on his daughter. “Riya, how are you preparing for the exams?”

Riya straightened up slightly, her fingers tightening around the edge of her cup. She always felt nervous around her father, who had high expectations for her future. “They’re going well, Papa. I’ve been studying hard,” she replied, her voice soft but steady.

Mr. Arvind nodded, his gaze lingering on her momentarily longer as if assessing her answer. “Good. You must focus on your studies. There’s no room for distraction now. You know how important these exams are for your future.”

“Yes, Papa,” Riya said quickly, lowering her eyes out of respect. She had always followed the rules to keep herself out of trouble.
Sensing the subtle tension between father and daughter, Anjali spoke up gently. “Would you like some more tea, dear?” she asked her husband, pouring him a cup before he could respond.

Mr. Arvind accepted the tea with a brief nod, but his mind remained focused on his daughter. “Riya, you’ve been doing well, but you must remember—your education will set the foundation for your future. Stay away from unnecessary distractions, especially now.”

Riya nodded again. “I understand, Papa,” she replied quietly, trying to suppress the nervous flutter in her chest.

As they continued with breakfast, Mr. Arvind spoke again, his tone softer but authoritative. “Riya, remember what I’ve always said—your education will be your strength. Do you understand?”

Riya nodded, though she felt a slight tremor inside her. She understood her father’s expectations, but the burden of living up to them weighed heavily on her shoulders. “Yes, Papa,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Anjali placed a gentle hand on Riya’s, offering silent comfort. “She’s been doing very well,” she said to her husband, her tone calm but firm. “Let her breathe a little.”

Mr. Arvind looked at Anjali briefly, his stern expression softening slightly. He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Yes, you’re right,” he conceded, glancing at Riya again. “I know you’re working hard, beta. Just keep at it.”

Riya offered a small smile, feeling a bit of the pressure ease. “Thank you, Papa,” she said quietly, grateful for her mother’s subtle intervention.

The conversation shifted to lighter topics, with Anjali discussing the day’s plans and Mr. Arvind occasionally commenting on work. Riya remained quiet for the most part, relieved that the focus had moved away from her for now.

As breakfast ended, Mr. Arvind stood up, preparing to leave for work. “Anjali, I’ll be late tonight. We have a meeting at the office,” he said.
“Of course,” Anjali replied, giving him a nod.

He left the room. Anjali turned to her daughter, her expression soft and concerned. “Don’t worry too much, beta. You’re doing fine,” she said gently, brushing Riya’s hair.

Riya looked at her mother, her heart heavy with unspoken words. “I know, Maa. It’s just… sometimes it feels like too much.”

Anjali nodded, her gaze filled with understanding. “I know. But you’re stronger than you think.”

Riya felt a tiny flicker of hope with her mother’s comforting words. The pressure was always there, but so was her mother’s quiet support.

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Intimate Contact
 
Sunlight came through the windows at the Kapoor home, lighting up the living room where Riya and her friends played a lively game of tag. Riya wore a casual shirt and a mid-length skirt. Her laughter filled the space, showing her playful energy as she dashed around her, skirt moving with every quick step.

 
Focused entirely on their game, Riya listened to her friends' giggles while racing across the room, her eyes bright with happiness, until she suddenly bumped into something solid. With a surprised gasp, she fell forward, landing on Shankar’s chest. Breathing knocked out momentarily, she looked up wide-eyed, seeing Shankar’s face so close.

 
Riya was lying on him, her weight pressing against his chest, her breast crushed to his chest. The position was intimate, and she could feel the warmth radiating from his body. Her skirt had moved up, showing more of her thighs.

 
Shankar instinctively put his hand on her exposed hips—Riya's heartbeat fast from this surprising closeness.

 
Shankar, too, was surprised. He paused to understand the situation. His heart thudded, not just from the bump but from feelings he had struggled with for two years. A young woman's feel was new after ten years of loneliness.

 
"Are you okay?" he asked gently. His voice was calm but soft, and his hand, with a mind of his own, tightened on her hips.

 
Riya, still shocked, nodded slowly. Her cheeks were red from realizing how close their bodies were. "I think so," she whispered. Shankar's warmth excited and scared her.

 
Shankar hugged Riya for longer than usual. He has noticed how things have changed over the last couple of years. Riya had grown into a beautiful young woman with curves, and he had difficulty controlling his intense attraction to her.

 
“Sorry for not seeing you,” Riya said, easing the tension. Nervous laughter slipped out.
Shankar smiled gently as he released her from the embrace. “No harm done,” he replied, his voice low. “Just be careful next time.”

 
Concern flooded her mind as Riya extended her hand to help Shankar rise. “Are you okay?” she asked, her brow furrowing as she noticed the grimace on his face. The last thing she wanted was for her father to blame her for Shankar’s condition. Riya’s friends took leave because they did not want to be blamed for the mishap.

 
Shankar hesitated, “I think I might have hurt my back a bit,” he said, allowing a pained expression to cross his features. He felt the sharp pain from the fall, but it was manageable. He decided to act in pain because he wanted to prolong this moment and stay close to Riya.

 
Riya’s eyes widened in alarm. “Oh no! Dad’s going to blame me!” she her voice tinged with anxiety. She could already imagine her father’s stern look and the disappointment in his voice.

 
“Don’t worry,” Shankar reassured her, a gentle smile breaking through his discomfort. “I’ll never tell your dad I got hurt because of you. It was just an accident.” He paused for effect, letting the tension ease a bit. “But I might need to take some rest. I could use some help recovering.”

 
Riya’s heart raced as she processed his words. “Are you hurt that bad?” she asked, her concern deepening. 

 
Shankar leaned on her for support, deliberately allowing their bodies to contact as he moved. His hands rested on her shoulders, his grip steady yet gentle. “It’s not that bad, but I can’t stand without your support,” he said, enjoying her closeness.

 
Riya supported him on the sofa and felt a whirlwind of emotions. Her cheeks turned red as Shankar's warmth touched her.
 
 
"Take it slow," Riya advised. Her voice trembled a bit. She tried to pay attention even though strange feelings were running through her. Shankar nodded and let her lead him slowly to the sofa.

 
When they finally reached the couch, Shankar sank into the cushions, keeping Riya close. “I might need someone to take care of me for a while,” he said.

 
“Are you serious?” Riya replied, worried. “You can’t leave us without a driver!”

 
“I’m afraid it’s true,” he said somberly. “But I promise, I’ll keep it between us. Your dad doesn’t need to know.”

 
Feeling Shankar's pain, Riya felt a surge of responsibility. “I think I should help you,” she said, glancing at Shankar with concern. You can’t just sit here in pain; let’s get some oil for your back. It might help.”

 
Shankar smiled, appreciating her eagerness to care for him. “That sounds like a good idea,” he replied, knowing that every moment they spent close together was a chance to prolong their physical contact.

 
Riya retrieved a small oil bottle from the cabinet. “Okay, let’s head to your quarters,” she suggested, her voice steady though her heart raced with anticipation.

 
Walking side by side, Shankar leaned on Riya for support. Their bodies touched with each step. He could feel the softness of her body pressed against him, her breasts brushing his side. This started a very unwanted desire between them. Riya felt the closeness, too; her skin was warm, and she sensed everything.

 
“Just be careful,” Riya murmured, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks.

 
As they neared his room, Shankar tripped a bit, his hand ending up on Riya's breast as he balanced. "Oops! Sorry!" he said, pretending nothing happened while his heartbeat was fast. Riya gasped, eyes wide in shock, but the moment soon passed. The air seemed heavy with the accidental touch, filled with unspoken emotions.

 
“It’s okay; I’m just glad you’re not hurt more,” she said quickly, trying to regain her composure. Yet, deep down, she felt a thrill at the contact, igniting a confusing mix of emotions within her.

 
Shankar smirked, maintaining his façade of a clumsy stumble. “You are a lifesaver, Riya,” he said, his voice smooth, as they finally reached his room.

 
Inside his quarters, Riya set the bottle down and gestured for him to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’ll help with the oil,” she said, her heart pounding at the thought of being so close to him. Shankar sat down, turning his back to her. She poured a small amount of oil into her hands and rubbed them together to warm them up.

 
“Just relax,” she instructed softly, her hands shaking slightly as she approached him. Riya pressed her palms against his back, her fingers gliding over his skin, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath her touch. It felt intimate.

 
As she worked the oil into his back, Shankar closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sensations. Each stroke of her hands sent shivers down his spine. He leaned into her touch, allowing himself to savor the moment, the warmth of Riya’s body against his.

 
“Does that feel better?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

 
“Yes, it feels great,” he replied, his voice low. “You have a real talent for this.”

 
Riya’s cheeks turned red when he praised her. “I just want to check if you’re okay,” she said.

 
“Thank you for taking care of me,” Shankar said, his voice softening as he looked at her with admiration and longing. “I appreciate it.”

 
"Of course," Riya answered, her emotions rising. She noticed Shankar's warmth spreading, and their closeness was apparent.

 
After some time in the room, Riya sat on the edge of Shankar’s bed. The warmth of the oil lingered on her fingertips, but it was nothing compared to the heat spreading through her body from their earlier contact.

 
When Shankar’s hand accidentally touched her breast, that moment stood out in her memory. It felt soft and exciting, different from anything else in her life. The touch sparked something inside her, bringing out emotions she didn’t know she had. Her heart beat faster, and warmth spread up her neck to her cheeks.

 
"Why was it so powerful?" she thought, breathing quickly as she remembered how her body reacted naturally. Nobody had ever touched her on her breast. She grew up with strict rules where such closeness never occurred.

 
Riya felt both puzzled and curious. Tingling sensations spread on her skin where Shankar’s hand touched her. His warmth lingered close. Every nerve seemed to awaken, spreading heat through her body.

 
"What's happening to me?" she whispered, her voice very soft in the quiet room. Her eyes shut as she inhaled deeply, trying to settle the storm inside her.

 
The touch, however accidental, had opened a door she had never known existed.
 
 
She was deep in her thoughts, thinking about the weird feelings in her body. Suddenly, a noise from Shankar behind her brought her back to reality.

 
She turned and saw him staring at her so intensely that her heart beat faster.

 
“Riya,” he said softly, breaking the silence. “Are you okay?”

 
Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. “I’m fine,” she stammered, though she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks again. “Just… thinking.”

 
Riya's heart beat very fast, thinking about their moment when Shankar's hand touched her breast. That memory stayed with her. Maybe it stirred a new desire in her. She wanted to feel it again.

 
“Let me arrange some pillows on your back,” she offered, standing up and moving closer to him. The thought of touching him, of being so near, sent shivers of excitement through her body. As she adjusted the pillows, her chest brushed against Shankar’s, and she felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks.

 
Riya noticed Shankar looking at her cleavage. She felt both excited and nervous, and his body warmth reached her.

 
As she leaned closer, adjusting the pillows, Shankar made a bold move. His hand slipped onto her bare thigh, and he began to massage it gently, his touch igniting a fire within her.

 
Riya gasped softly, her heart racing as she processed what was happening. Her reaction surprised her, yet she found herself saying nothing.

 
Seeing her response—or lack thereof—Shankar pulled her into a warm embrace. His heart raced as he held her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against his. He wanted to ignite the fire within her.

 
With one hand still resting on her thigh, he moved it higher, his touch deliberate. Riya’s breath hitched in her throat as she felt his fingers brush against her body.

 
Shankar's other hand found its way to Riya’s breast, and he let his fingers linger there, feeling the softness beneath his palm. The sensation was intoxicating for both; Riya’s heart raced as the heat of his touch enveloped her.

 
Shankar leaned in closer, his lips grazing her neck, planting soft kisses that sent shivers down her spine. Riya closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment, her body responding to his every touch.

 
“Riya,” he murmured against her skin, his breath warm and inviting. “You feel incredible.”

 
His words sent another wave of heat coursing through her. Riya found herself lost in the sensations. She wanted more, craving the desire that had blossomed between them.

 
Yet, beneath the surface of her desire, a flicker of uncertainty danced in Riya’s mind. Was this right? What did it mean for her relationship with Shankar? But as his lips continued to explore her neck and his hands moved with a boldness that made her heart race, those thoughts began to fade into the background.

 
At that moment, Riya chose to surrender to the fire consuming her. She leaned into Shankar, letting herself get lost in its intensity, aware that they were stepping into a world that would change everything.

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Interruption

Just as the air between them thickened with desires, Riya's phone buzzed loudly, shattering the moment. Startled, she reached for it, glancing at the screen to see her mother’s name. “Oh no,” she murmured, her heart sinking as she realized the timing.


Shankar quickly caught her eye, signaling with his hands to keep quiet about where she was. He didn’t want her to reveal that she was with him, knowing the implications it could have. Riya nodded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and guilt.


“Hello, Mom,” she answered, her voice slightly shaky.


“Riya! Where are you? It’s getting late,” her mother’s voice said, her tone laced with concern.


“I’m just... at a friend’s house,” Riya replied, trying to keep her tone light. “We’re just hanging out, nothing to worry about.”


Shankar watched her; he knew she was lying but appreciated her effort to shield him from her mother's scrutiny.


“Okay, but be home soon. I need your help with dinner,” her mother said, slightly worried.


“Sure, I will. Love you!” Riya replied, quickly hanging up the call.


Before she could step away, Shankar gently pulled her back toward him, his hands resting on her waist. In an impulsive move, he cupped her breasts, his fingers gliding over the soft fabric of her shirt.


Riya gasped, her body reacting instinctively to his touch. “Shankar, we can’t—” she stammered, feeling a mix of desire and anxiety.


“Wait a bit,” he whispered. He wanted to enjoy every second, feeling her warmth close to him before she left. He softly pressed her breasts with a firm but gentle touch, sparking a deep desire in her.


Riya leaned toward him and felt her heart race as she dealt with feelings.


“Riya, please,” Shankar murmured, his gaze intense.


But just as quickly as the fire ignited, a wave of shyness washed over her. “I have to go,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. She took a step back, trying to regain her composure.


Shankar sighed, understanding yet reluctant to let her go. “All right,” he said softly, his eyes locking onto hers, filled with longing.


Riya nodded, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions, as she turned to leave. As she stepped out, she knew their relationship had shifted forever.


Riya tossed and turned in bed that night, the weight of the day’s events pressing heavily on her mind. Her room felt different, as if it no longer belonged to the girl she had been just hours before. Each time she closed her eyes, memories of her encounter with Shankar flooded her thoughts.


‍She thought about each moment again. How his hands touched her thighs, and His hug felt warm and exciting, how His hands on her breasts brought thrill and fear. Her heart raced because everything was new and exciting. She never thought she would be so close to someone like Shankar, like her driver, who was so old compared to her age.


Her heart beat fast as she remembered his eyes looking at her with desire and something deeper. She could still feel the warmth of his breath on her neck, causing shivers down her spine. Every memory sparked a fire inside her, filled with longing and confusion.


“What does this mean?” she whispered, feeling the weight of her thoughts. Was she falling for him? The question lingered in her mind, but it was quickly overshadowed by the fear of her father’s strictness and the consequences of their relationship.


Riya wondered about her life. She had always been so careful and stayed within limits. What happened today thrilled her very much. But guilt and uncertainty wouldn’t leave her alone. In her mind, a battle raged between the innocent girl her parents recognized and the woman inside who wanted more than a safe life.


Riya stared at the ceiling, her mind racing with questions. She thought about Shankar’s touch and boldness and how he had made her feel alive. 


She sighed and lay back down. She planned to meet with Shankar again and looking forward to explore this new feeling together. She waited for dawn and hoped it would bring clarity with morning light.

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Shankar Plan & Thoughts

After Riya had left earlier that evening, Shankar found himself alone in his quarters, thinking the best way to be close to Riya and maintain this relationship. As he sat on the edge of his bed, a plan began to form in his mind—a way to keep Riya close without raising suspicion.


With a deep breath, he picked up his phone and dialed Riya's father's number. The line connected, and after a few rings, her father answered, his voice authoritative and crisp.


“Hello?”


“Sir, it’s Shankar,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “I wanted to inform you that I had a little accident while working in the garden. I fell and sprained my back. I might need a couple of days to recover, so I won’t be able to come to work.”


There was a pause on the other end, and Shankar’s heart raced as he waited for a response. He knew that bending the truth was risky, but he also understood that this was his chance to get close to Riya and make her desire him.


“Is it serious? Do you need to visit a doctor or hospital?” Riya’s father asked with a concerned tone.


“No, sir, it’s not bad,” Shankar reassured him, choosing his words carefully. “Just a minor sprain. I’ll be fine with some rest. I just wanted to let you know so you won’t worry.”


“All right, take care of yourself; in case you need any money, let us know,” her father replied, clearly relieved. “We can manage without you for a couple of days. Take care.”


As Shankar hung up, a sense of satisfaction washed over him. He had successfully crafted an excuse allowing him to spend more time with Riya.



Later that night, as Shankar sat alone in his modest quarters, he found himself staring at his hands—the same hands that had touched Riya—feeling the lingering warmth from their encounter.


He flexed his fingers, remembering the softness of her skin beneath his touch—the smoothness of her thighs, the delicate curve of her breasts. Each sensation replayed in his mind, igniting a desire that left him restless between his thighs.


Shankar couldn’t help but marvel at Riya’s beauty. She was so fair, her skin like porcelain. She seemed young with a unique innocence that was hard to ignore. Was it just her looks or a deeper feeling? Something inside him wanted more than just her appearance.


As he sat there, a pain grew in his chest. There was a considerable gap between them. Riya came from a wealthy family, unlike his simple life. For years, he drove her around, just one person in the background of her world.


Thinking about crossing that line filled him with strong want and fear. Is it okay to feel this way about her? The pressure from what society expects weighed heavily on his mind. He understood their relationship was forbidden, and going for it might lead to big trouble.


Shankar’s heart hurt a lot as he missed her and felt hopeless. He knew the dangers, but remembering how she felt set an intense fire in him, that was tough to put out.


She looked at him with trust he never thought he would see. Riya stirred something inside him that he had been longing for and had pushed down for a long time.

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Riya's Visit

The following day, Riya woke up with a sense of purpose. After a quick breakfast, her thoughts drifted back to Shankar, and she wanted to check on him. She felt beautiful and bold, dressed in a fitted blue shirt that accentuated her figure and a flowing white skirt that hugged her toned thighs. Before heading out, she opened one of the buttons of her shirt, allowing a hint of her smooth skin to peek through. She wanted Shankar to notice and see her in a new light.


As she approached Shankar’s quarters, her heart raced with excitement and anxiety. She knocked softly on the door, and his voice called out from inside, inviting her in. “Riya, come in!”


Riya opened the door and stepped inside. Shankar lay on the sofa, his expression a mix of casual ease and feigned discomfort. He looked up at her, his eyes widening slightly as he took in her appearance.


“Hey, how are you feeling?” she asked, her voice laced with concern as she approached him.


“Still a bit sore,” he replied, keeping his tone steady as he tried to maintain the charade. “But seeing you make it a little better.”


Riya smiled, her cheeks flushing as she leaned down to adjust the pillows behind his back, instinctively getting closer to him. As she did, Shankar seized the moment, placing his hands on her breasts with a light, almost tentative touch.


“Wow, Riya,” he murmured, a hint of mischief. “You’re so soft. It’s incredible.”


His fingers lingered there, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down her spine. “Stay just like that for a moment,” he instructed, his gaze locked onto hers, filled with admiration and desire.


Riya’s breath hitched in her throat, and she froze, caught off guard by the boldness of his actions. A rush of heat surged through her body as she felt the weight of his hands pressing gently against her chest.


“Shankar,” she whispered, a mix of thrill and uncertainty in her voice. “This… is not right.”


“Why not?” he replied, his voice low. “You’re beautiful, and you know it. I can’t help but appreciate what I see.”


Riya bit her lip, her heart racing as she wrestled with her feelings. Part of her wanted to pull away, while another part craved the closeness, the heat of his touch igniting a fire within her.


“Just relax,” he said softly, his fingers tracing a line along the edge of her shirt, teasingly close to her exposed skin.


Riya found herself torn between the urge to flee and the desire to linger and charged with unspoken feelings.


“Okay,” she finally breathed, surprising herself with her willingness to stay. “Just for a moment.”


As Shankar's hands continued to explore, Riya felt her heartbeat increase with the rhythm of their breaths. She knew what they were doing was wrong, but at that moment, it felt good.


Shankar’s hand reluctantly withdrew from Riya’s chest. He shifted slightly on the sofa. “I think I need to use the restroom. But with my back like this, I might need a little help. Do you mind?”


She hesitated momentarily, caught off guard by the sudden shift in their interaction. She still wanted his hand on her breast. “Uh, are you sure? I mean, can’t you just… wait a bit?”


Shankar chuckled softly, his gaze intense. “I could, but it’s a bit uncomfortable. I promise I won’t take long, and I’d feel better knowing I have someone to lean on.”


“Okay, I can help you,” she said, moving to his side.


Shankar carefully sat up, feigning a wince as he did. “Just hold onto me,” he instructed, his voice low and soothing. Riya slipped her arm around his waist, feeling the warmth of his body against hers.
 

As they slowly approached the restroom, Riya supported him, her heart racing with each step. She couldn’t help but notice the way his body felt against hers, the heat radiating from him sending shivers down her spine.


“Easy there,” Shankar teased, his voice playful.


When they reached the restroom, Shankar turned to her, his expression serious. “I appreciate this, Riya. It means a lot to me.”


“No Problem,” she replied, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”


Shankar called out to her a few moments later. “Could you help me again when I’m done? I might need some support to get back.”


Riya nodded, her pulse quickening. “Sure, just… let me know when you’re ready.”


Once Shankar finished in the restroom, he called out for Riya. “Riya, I’m ready! Can you help me again?”


Riya stepped forward, her heart racing as she approached the door. “Coming!” she replied, maintaining her composure despite the anticipation bubbling inside her.


As Shankar emerged, he leaned heavily on her for support, his body brushing against hers in a way that made her pulse quicken. Riya instinctively wrapped her arm around his waist, helping him navigate back toward the sofa.


“Thanks for being my crutch,” he said with a teasing grin, but his gaze lingered on her, filled with admiration and desire. “I really wouldn’t have made it without you.”


As they moved slowly, Shankar couldn’t help but let his hand drift down, feeling the softness of her breasts as they passed each other. He pressed them like a ball. Riya gasped lightly, “Shankar!” she exclaimed, both shy and excited by his daring.


“Sorry, but I can’t help it,” he replied, smirking. “You’re just so close, and it’s hard not to notice. They are so spongy and soft.” His fingers grazed along the side of her breast, lingering just long enough to send a spark of heat coursing through her. His actions grew much more confident, feeling breasts like they belonged to him.


Riya’s cheeks flushed, and her mind raced as she tried to process the sensations flooding her body. The warmth of his hand against her skin felt electrifying. She found herself drawn to him in a way she couldn’t fully comprehend.


“Just a little further,” she murmured, guiding him carefully back to the sofa. With every step, Shankar’s hand continued to press and mold her breasts, his fingers tracing her curves. The intimate contact left her breathless, each press sending a feeling between her junction below.


Shankar turned to face her as they reached the sofa, his eyes dark with desire. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you here with me,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.


Riya’s heart raced, caught in the web of his words and the intensity of his gaze. “I just want to help,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.


Shankar leaned closer, their faces inches apart, his breath warm against her skin. “You know, Riya, this isn’t just about helping me. It’s about what we’re discovering together,” he said, his hand finding its way back to her breast, squeezing gently.


Riya’s breath hitched as the world around them faded into the background. Every touch and lingering glance fueled a fire within her that she had never known. “Shankar,” she breathed, torn between wanting to pull away and craving the closeness.


“Just stay with me a little longer,” he urged, his fingers teasing her softness, igniting sensations that left her weak-kneed and breathless.


Shankar settled on the sofa, a playful grin spreading across his face. Without warning, he pulled Riya onto his lap, her body fitting snugly against his. Riya gasped softly, her heart racing as she realized how close they were.


One of his hands found its place on her bare thigh, fingers grazing the smooth skin just above her skirt, sending shivers coursing through her. His other hand was on her breast, the pressure igniting sensations that were both thrilling and overwhelming.


“Riya,” he murmured, his voice low, “you have no idea how beautiful you are.”


Riya’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she felt shy under his gaze. “Shankar, we shouldn’t…” she began, but her words trailed off as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her lips.


In an instant, Shankar closed the distance, brushing his lips against hers in a tentative first kiss. It was soft and sweet, a whisper of what was to come, yet it held an electric charge that set Riya’s heart racing. She felt the world around them fade away as she melted into the moment, her body responding to him instinctively.


The kiss deepened as their lips moved; Shankar’s tongue slipped between her lips, teasing her, igniting a fire that she had never experienced before. Riya responded in kind, her tongue dancing with his as she surrendered to the wave of desire flooding through her.


His hands roamed her body, the one on her breast squeezing with some force now while the other on her thigh slid higher, tracing the contours of her leg. Every touch sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her, and she felt as though she were on fire.


The kiss intensified, filled with longing and urgency as they explored each other’s mouths. Riya’s fingers found their way into Shankar’s hair, pulling him closer and urging him to deepen the kiss further.


As they kissed, time seemed to stand still. Riya lost herself in the moment, every nerve ending alive with sensation.


Shankar pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against hers, both panting for breath. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I never imagined it would feel like this.”


Riya could only nod, her mind swirling with the intensity of what had just happened.


“Let’s not stop here,” Shankar suggested, his eyes gleaming with mischief and desire.


Riya swallowed hard, her heart pounding as she realized how far they were willing to go together.


With Riya still perched on his lap, Shankar leaned in again, capturing her lips in another deep kiss. This time, it was more urgent, more passionate, as if they were both lost in their world. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve with an intensity that made Riya’s heart race.


Shankar's fingers danced along the hem of her skirt, teasingly inching higher, exploring the softness of her thighs. Riya gasped into the kiss, a thrill of pleasure rushing through her at his boldness.


“God, you feel amazing,” Shankar murmured against her lips, his breath warm and compelling. He pulled back just enough to gaze into her eyes, his expression a mixture of desire and admiration. “I can’t get enough of you.”


Riya leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his neck as she pressed small kisses along his collarbone. Each kiss was soft and tentative, but as Shankar’s hands gripped her waist, she found her confidence growing. She wanted more—more closeness, more intimacy, more of everything that he was offering.


Shankar took advantage of her newfound boldness. He gently pushed her back against the sofa, positioning himself above her, their bodies entwined. His kisses trailed from her lips to her jawline, down her neck, igniting a fire she had never felt before. Riya let out a soft moan.


“Shankar…” she breathed, the words tumbling from her lips as he explored the delicate skin of her neck, kissing and nibbling softly, eliciting waves of pleasure that coursed through her body.


“Just relax,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive, as he shifted his weight, pressing against her. His hand found its way back to her breast, fingers teasing and caressing her soft curves, while his other hand continued to explore her thigh, moving inch by inch upward under her skirt.


Riya arched her back, pressing herself against him, craving more of his touch. The mixture of nervousness and desire fueled her excitement as she felt Shankar’s hand slide beneath her skirt, exploring the warmth of her bare skin. Every stroke sent ripples of pleasure into her intimate junction.


“Riya, you’re breathtaking,” Shankar breathed, his eyes dark with desire as he gazed down at her, taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and breathless expression. “I want you to feel everything. I want to make you feel amazing.”


His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she nodded, her heart pounding in agreement. She was ready to dive deeper. Shankar leaned in again, capturing her lips in another passionate kiss, their bodies moving together ideally.


As the kiss deepened, Riya felt herself surrendering entirely to the moment. She entwined her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as the world outside faded away.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Unraveling Layers

With Riya’s heart racing beneath him, Shankar felt an overwhelming rush of desire as he slowly unbuttoned her blue shirt, each button giving way to reveal more of her skin beneath. His lips continued their descent along her neck, trailing kisses down to her collarbone, where he paused to taste the softness of her skin.


As the last button popped free, he pushed the fabric aside, exposing the smooth expanse of her chest. The sight took his breath away—her fair skin seemed to glow in the room's soft light, and he couldn’t help but admire her beauty, the gentle curves of her body that he had only dreamed of exploring for the last two years.


“Riya, you’re stunning,” he breathed, his voice thick with admiration. His gaze roamed over her, taking in the graceful lines of her shoulders and the gentle rise of her breasts, partially concealed by her delicate lace bra. The sight sent a rush of heat through him, igniting a fire between his thighs. He can sense his arousal becoming hard.


Shankar leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her collarbone as he continued his exploration. He placed soft, lingering kisses along her chest, enjoying the way her body responded to his touch—every shiver, every moan fueling his desire to worship her.


His fingers danced along the edges of her lace bra, tracing the intricate patterns as he admired how they accentuated her curves.
 

“Can I?” he asked, his voice a low whisper. He looked into her eyes with a mixture of longing and curiosity. His hands itched to continue to feel her body curves.


Riya nodded, her breath quickening as she felt the weight of his gaze upon her. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with anticipation.


Shankar carefully unclasped her bra. He watched as the fabric fell away, revealing her breasts fully to his gaze. They were perfect—soft, supple, and crowned with delicate pink nipples that hardened under his intense scrutiny or fear.


Riya felt the thrill of exposure and the sheer intimacy of the moment. Shankar’s eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight before him, and a mixture of desire and admiration swelled within him.


“You’re breathtaking,” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, as he leaned closer, kissing a trail from her collarbone to the swell of her breasts. His lips enveloped one of her nipples, sucking gently as his other hand explored the soft skin of her thigh, inching ever closer to the apex of her femininity.


The sensations overwhelmed Riya, and she gasped, her back arching as she surrendered to the pleasure. “Shankar,” she breathed, the sound filled with excitement.


Shankar took his time, lavishing attention on her, kissing and teasing her, exploring every inch of her softness with the utmost care. He wanted to remember every detail—the way her body responded to his touch, the sound of her breath hitching, the way she melted into him.


“Riya, I could stay like this forever,” he murmured against her skin, his breath warm and inviting. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”


Riya could feel his raw desire as he pulled away to gaze into her eyes. This action ignited a fire within her, creating a sensation between her most intimate junction.


Just as Shankar was about to deepen their feeling further, the shrill ringing of Riya’s phone sliced through the charged atmosphere. Startled, both froze, their hearts racing as reality rushed back in. Riya's friend’s name flashed across the screen, and she felt a rush of panic surge.


“Shankar, my friend!” Riya exclaimed, her voice tinged with urgency. She quickly scrambled to grab her phone from the side table, trying to mask the breathless excitement from their intimate moment.


“Don’t answer it,” Shankar whispered, a hint of frustration in his voice, as he tried to pull her back into their moment. But the persistent ringing made it impossible for Riya to ignore.


With a reluctant sigh, she swiped to answer, her heart still racing from their earlier activities. “Hello?” she spoke, her voice slightly breathless as she tried to regain her composure.


“Hey Riya! Where are you? We’re all at the café waiting for you!” her friend chirped. “You said you’d join us!”


Riya’s mind raced, torn between the moment's thrill with Shankar and her loyalty to her friends.


“Uh, I got caught up in something… I’ll be there soon!” she replied, forcing a smile. She could feel Shankar’s eyes on her, the heat of his gaze reigniting the fire of their earlier intimacy, but she also needed to meet her friends.


As she ended the call, Riya turned back to Shankar, her heart heavy with the decision she had to make. “I have to go, Shankar,” she said, her voice softer now. “They’re waiting for me.”


Shankar's expression shifted, disappointment clouding his features. “You don’t have to go, Riya,” he replied, “We were just getting started.”


“I know,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, guilt washing over her. “But I can’t just leave them hanging. They’ll worry.” She bit her lip, torn between her responsibilities and her electric connection with him.


In a last attempt to hold onto the moment, Shankar pulled her close, cupping her face in his hands. “Just one more moment, please,” he pleaded, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a desperate kiss, pouring all his feelings into that moment. Riya melted into the kiss, her heart racing as she felt the urgency in his touch.


She pulled away, breathless, her heart pounding from the kiss and the weight of what she had to leave behind. “I’ll be back soon, I promise,” she whispered, placing a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat beneath his shirt.


Shankar sighed, reluctantly releasing her. “Alright,” he said, his voice heavy with unfulfilled desire. “But promise me you’ll come back.”


“I promise,” Riya said, her heart aching as she approached the door, casting one last longing glance back at him.

[Hotyyhard]

super update

[val.coutinho]

Nice story please continue

[sadlura]

Wonderful start man..ur doing a good job. Can u describe how the driver looks like? Hope he is dark, fat n ugly. Hope more old farts are involved

[Deepak.kapoor]

Riya at the Café

Riya sat at the café table, surrounded by her friends, their laughter and conversation filling the air. There was a smell of coffee and freshly baked goods, but Riya found it hard to focus on anything they said. Her thoughts drifted back to her time with Shankar just moments ago, and she could hardly concentrate on the present.


Her friends were animated, talking about the latest gossip, sharing jokes, and asking her questions, but their voices sounded distant. All she could think about was the sensation of Shankar's hands exploring her body—the heat of his touch on her skin, the gentle pressure of his fingers against her thighs, and the way his lips had moved over her neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. She felt her pulse quicken at the memory, a tingling warmth spreading through her between her thighs that she could not shake.


She absentmindedly traced the rim of her coffee cup, her eyes glazed over as she replayed the scene. She could almost feel Shankar's breath on her skin, his whispered words echoing in her ears. How he looked at her—his eyes filled with admiration as if she were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen—sent shivers down her spine.


One of her friends nudged her playfully. “Riya! Are you even listening?” she asked, a teasing smile on her face. Riya blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. She forced a smile, trying to hide the heat she felt creeping up her neck.


“Yeah, yeah, I’m here,” Riya replied, though her voice sounded distant even to her ears. She tried to focus, nodding as her friends continued chatting, but her thoughts drifted back to Shankar. She remembered the way his eyes had darkened with desire, the feeling of his hand sliding over her breast—how she had allowed it, how it had awakened something inside her she had never felt before.


She couldn’t believe how bold she had been, allowing him to touch her like that. And the way she wanted more—the feeling scared her, but it also thrilled her. It was like a new world had opened to her, filled with sensations and emotions she never knew existed. She couldn’t ignore her excitement at the thought of returning to Shankar. She wanted to feel that feeling again, to experience how he made her feel—alive, desired, and powerful.


“Riya, seriously, where is your head today?” another friend laughed. “You’re acting so weird!”


Riya smiled awkwardly. “I’m just a little tired, that’s all,” she said, trying to play it off, but her thoughts betrayed her. Even as she spoke, her body remembered the feel of Shankar's touch—how he had held her, the way his lips had felt against hers. She felt her body warm at the thought, her heartbeat quickening in anticipation of seeing him again.


No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t forget the feel of his touch, the way her body responded to him. It was as if her skin still carried the imprint of his fingers, and she knew what had happened between them had changed her. She wasn’t sure where it would lead, but she knew one thing for sure—she wanted more.

[richierich4u]

Damn good story dude

[Hotyyhard]

small update expecting big update soon

[C10000boy]

we need big update bro.. superb strory..

[Deepak.kapoor]

Shankar's Thoughts

Shankar sat alone in his small room; his thoughts, however, were anything but calm. He leaned back on the sofa, replaying every moment of his recent encounter with Riya, the sensations fresh in his mind.


His hand absently ran across his thigh, almost as if to remember the feeling of her soft, fair skin beneath his fingers. He still couldn't believe how far things had gone—how he had touched her, how her body had felt against his. The way she hadn’t resisted when he placed his hand on her thigh, when he kissed her neck, and especially when his hands had touched her breasts. It was a forbidden thrill, unlike anything he had experienced in years.


Riya was so young and innocent—her beauty seemed beyond his reach, something meant to remain untouched by someone like him. Yet, here he was, recalling how she had looked at him and hadn't pulled away. It was as if she, too, had been curious and wanted to explore their unspoken feelings. That realization ignited a surge of satisfaction, filling him with power and excitement.


He thought about how she had looked when she helped him—her shirt slightly open, revealing a hint of her cleavage, her fair skin glowing in the soft morning light. The innocent, almost naïve way she had offered to help him had only served to fuel his desire. She had been entirely unaware of what her closeness and touch were doing to him. Or maybe she had known in some small way. The idea that she might be curious about him and want to continue this—just like he did—sent a thrill through him.


Shankar closed his eyes, letting the images of Riya’s body, her innocent yet curious gaze, and the softness of her lips fill his mind. She was so far above him in terms of status—young, beautiful, untouched by the hardships of life that he had faced. Yet, she had been in his arms, and he had felt her melt into his touch.


He knew he was treading on thin ice. Her father trusted him, and he had been a part of their family for years. But the desire for Riya, the temptation she presented, was something he couldn’t resist. He thought about how to proceed and draw her back to him. He would need to be careful and not rush things. He had to make her want him, to make her come back of her own free will. He needed to play his cards right.


Shankar’s eyes shifted to the small window in his room, the evening light filtering in. He was ready to wait for the right opportunity, to take his time and let this desire between them grow. The thrill of touching her, of seeing her respond to him, was something he craved now—something he knew he would not be able to let go of quickly.

[snehasis]

waiting for updates, superb story writing

[Biosys]

A great story in the making, sensuous & erotic, kudos to you Deepak-ji

Biosys