Family of Shaows

[sexonmind]

Part 3 of Chapter 5

Their kiss grew more passionate, and Rani felt Babu's hands roam further down her body, gripping her hips and pulling her against his growing erection. His fingers traced the curve of her ass, and she couldn't help but moan into his mouth. The sound seemed to spur him on, and his hands grew more insistent, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. Rani's own hands had found their way to his chest, and she could feel his heart racing beneath her palms. Her nipples had grown hard, poking against the fabric of her blouse, and she knew that she was just as aroused as he was.

The kitchen, which had been the setting for so many mundane moments in their lives, was now a hotbed of passion and desire. The smell of breakfast cooking on the stove was almost overpowered by the scent of their need for each other. As Babu's hands began to explore her body, Rani found herself lost in a haze of sensation. Her mind was racing with thoughts, a mix of guilt and excitement. But the physical connection between them was undeniable.

This was wrong, she told herself. But it felt so right. Her body was singing with need, begging for his touch. And as his hands found their way under her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her stomach, she realized that she didn't want it to stop. Rani's hands moved to Babu's waist, sliding up to his firm, muscular back. She could feel the tension in his body, the desire that matched her own. Her thoughts grew hazy, and she gave in to the moment, allowing the kiss to deepen, allowing her body to respond to the call of his.

Their kiss grew more heated, their bodies grinding against each other in a silent dance of passion. The tension between them was palpable, and it was clear that this was a path they hadn't intended to tread. But the pull was too strong, the attraction too undeniable. As Babu's hands found her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, Rani's mind swam with lust. She moaned against his mouth, her hips thrusting against his hard cock.

Their breaths mingled, their hearts beating as one. In that moment, the lines of their relationship blurred, and all that remained was the raw, primal need for each other. Babu's hands trembled as he reached down to the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, revealing his thick, engorged cock. It sprang free from the fabric, standing tall and proud, almost twice the size of Rani's husband's, which she hadn't seen in a long time. Rani's eyes widened with shock and fascination at the sheer size of it. She had never seen anything like it before, and she felt a sudden, intense desire to feel it in her mouth. Without a second thought, she sank to her knees, her heart racing as she gazed up at Babu, whose own eyes were filled with a mix of surprise and hunger.

Her small, soft hands wrapped around his massive shaft, her thumbs gently caressing the sensitive underside. The head of his cock was a deep shade of purple, glistening with a bead of pre-cum that she eagerly lapped up with the tip of her tongue. The salty taste of him sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she knew she had to have more.

Rani took a deep breath and leaned in, her full, luscious lips parting to accommodate the girth of his manhood. She wrapped her mouth around the head, her tongue swirling around the tip, savoring the flavor of him. She felt Babu's body tense as she took him inch by inch, her cheeks hollowing as she worked to take as much of him as she could. His cock was so thick that she could barely fit it past her lips, and she had to adjust her grip to keep from gagging.

Her hands pumped the base of his shaft as she began to bob her head up and down, her tongue sliding along the underside of his length. She could feel him growing even harder in her mouth, his veins pulsing with each stroke. Babu's hands found their way into her hair, guiding her rhythm, urging her to take more. She obeyed, her throat stretching to accommodate his size, her eyes watering with the effort.

Rani's cheeks were flushed, and she could feel her own arousal building as she listened to the sound of his labored breathing and the occasional moan that escaped his lips. Her pussy was wet and throbbing, begging for attention, but she remained focused on the task at hand, her sole purpose to bring pleasure to the man she had come to care for so deeply.

As she deep-throated him, her nose brushing against the trimmed hairs of his pubis, she could feel the beginnings of his orgasm. His hips bucked slightly, and he let out a low growl. Rani knew she had to keep going, to give him the release he so desperately needed. She increased her pace, her head bobbing faster, her tongue flicking against the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock.

Babu's grip tightened in her hair as he approached the brink of ecstasy. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of amazement and gratitude. He had never felt anything so intense, so mind-blowingly good. And as he finally reached climax, his cock pulsed in her mouth, releasing a hot, sticky load of cum that she greedily swallowed, feeling a sense of satisfaction that was unlike anything she had ever experienced.They broke apart, both panting heavily, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. Rani's knees were weak from the intensity of the moment, her mouth still wet from the taste of Babu's cum. She stood up slowly, her hand lingering on his still-hard cock for a brief second before she stepped back, her cheeks flushed and her eyes filled with an unspoken longing.

"We... we should talk," she managed to say, her voice thick with desire. "But not now. We need to... clean up and get ready for the day."

Babu nodded, his own arousal evident in his gaze. He stepped back and tucked his cock back into his shorts, the fabric straining against his thickness. "Later, akka," he murmured, the endearment taking on a new, deeper meaning.

They parted ways, each retreating to their respective rooms to clean up and compose themselves. As Rani washed her face, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervous anticipation for what the rest of the day would bring. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of passion and confusion, but one thing was clear: she wanted Babu. Her pussy was swollen and slick, begging for the attention of his thick, hard cock.

Throughout the day, the tension between them grew palpable, a potent undercurrent of desire that neither could ignore. Every glance, every accidental touch, sent jolts of electricity through their bodies, reminding them of the unspoken promise of pleasure that awaited them.

The hours crawled by, each minute feeling like an eternity as they both bided their time, waiting for the right moment to explore the carnality that had been unleashed in the kitchen that morning. The air was thick with it, a heady mix of lust and need that seemed to charge the very air around them.

Finally, as the evening drew closer and the house grew quiet, Rani knew that the time had come to face the desires that had been simmering just below the surface. She approached Babu's room, her heart racing, and opened the door without knocking. He was there, sitting on the bed, his eyes dark with the same hunger that consumed her.

The evening light cast a soft glow into the room as Rani stepped inside, her body swaying with the gentle confidence of a woman ready to claim what she desired. "Babu," she began, her voice a seductive purr, "we need to talk." Babu looked up from his phone, his heart racing at the sight of her. She had changed into a tight dress that accentuated her ample curves, and the way it hugged her hips made him ache with need. Rani took a deep breath and closed the distance between them, her hand reaching for his. "We can't doing this, here. We need to go somewhere private."

Babu nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Where?" he asked, his voice gruff with anticipation.

Rani leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Oyo room," she whispered. "Where we can be alone and not have to worry about anyone walking in."

The thought of having her all to himself, in a place where they could be as loud and wild as they wanted, sent a shiver of excitement down Babu's spine. He nodded again, and said "Okay, akka."


In the dimly lit Oyo room, Rani's sari clung to her damp skin as Babu's hands roamed over her luscious curves. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, their kisses grew more urgent, their tongues dancing together in a passionate tango that left them both breathless. Babu's hands slid over Rani's voluptuous breasts, feeling the nipples harden beneath the thin fabric. He reached down to grasp the fullness of her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her closer, his erection pressing against her stomach. Rani moaned into his mouth, her own hands frantically unbuttoning his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his muscular chest against her skin.

With each touch, the fire between them grew hotter. Babu's hands found their way up her skirt, his thumbs rubbing against the slickness of her pussy through her panties. She was already wet for him, the scent of her arousal filling the room like a potent aphrodisiac. He groaned, his own cock aching for release, and lifted her onto the bed, his mouth moving to the soft flesh of her neck, kissing and nibbling his way down to her heaving chest.

The sari fell away, revealing Rani's ample bosom, her areolas a dark pink against the pale skin of her breasts. Babu took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her body, the way her curves flowed like a river of temptation. His mouth watered as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his teeth. Rani's back arched, and she moaned, her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Her pussy grew wetter, the fabric of her underwear growing slick with need.

Babu slid his hand down to her mound, feeling the heat of her sex radiate against his palm. He slid a finger under the elastic band, finding the wetness that awaited him. He stroked her gently, feeling her clit swell under his touch. Rani's breathing grew ragged as he played with her, her hips moving in silent plea. He knew she was ready, that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. But he was in no rush. This moment, this forbidden encounter, was too precious to hurry through.

He took his time, exploring every inch of her body with his hands and mouth, savoring the sweet taste of her skin and the heady scent of her desire. Her breathy gasps and whimpers were his guide, leading him to the most sensitive spots, the places that made her squirm and moan in pleasure. And as he touched her, tasted her, claimed her, Babu realized that this was no longer about anger or frustration. It was about connection, about finding solace in the arms of someone who understood him, who could give him the release he so desperately craved.

Their bodies moved together in a slow, sensual dance, each caress and kiss building the tension higher and higher. And when Babu finally slid his finger inside her, feeling the warm embrace of her pussy, Rani's legs fell open, welcoming him in. He stared into her eyes, the depth of his need reflected in the dark pools of her gaze, and knew that this was just the beginning of a journey that would change both of their lives forever.Babu's inexperience took over, and with one swift move, he positioned himself between Rani's legs and pushed his thick, condom-covered cock into her wet pussy. The sudden intrusion made her cry out in pain. Rani's eyes widened and she gripped the bedsheets tightly, her body unaccustomed to the sheer size of him. Despite thel discomfort, she felt a thrill at the sensation of being filled so completely by the young man she had taken under her wing. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill as her body stretched to accommodate him.

Their eyes locked, and Babu paused, his own eyes filled with a mix of concern and passion. "Akka, are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained.

Rani took a deep breath, nodding. "It's just... it's been a long time," she managed to say, her voice shaky. "And you're so big."

Babu's chest swelled with pride at her words, his ego inflating alongside his cock.

Continued in the next part………..

[Chandan]

just awesome 

[sexonmind]

Final part of Chapter 5

Babu's inexperience was evident as he began to move inside her. His strokes were erratic and eager, driven by the intense pleasure of feeling her warm, tight pussy surrounding his cock. Despite her gentle encouragement to go slow, he couldn't hold back. The sensation was too much for his untried body to handle. Within minutes, Babu's hips were bucking, and he was panting heavily. With a final, desperate thrust, he came hard, his cock pulsing as he filled the condom with his seed. The suddenness of it all took him by surprise, and he couldn't help the slightly embarrassed look that crossed his face. Rani, on the other hand, felt a mix of disappointment and understanding. She stroked his hair, whispering soothing words as he collapsed onto her chest, his body spent from the explosive release.

Rani took a moment to appreciate the weight of Babu's body on hers, his muscular frame a stark contrast to the tender way he looked at her. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, a testament to the passion that had just unfolded between them. With a gentle smile, she soothed his nerves. "It's okay, Babu," she cooed, her voice a warm caress. "You're young, and your body responds quickly. It's natural."

Her hand reached down between them, her slender fingers wrapping around his still half-hard cock. She began to stroke him gently, feeling him swell back to life under her touch. "Let's try again," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.

Babu looked up at her, a mix of surprise and relief washing over his face. "But, akka," he began, his voice filled with doubt.

"Shh," Rani silenced him, her voice low and seductive. "This time, I'll make sure you last longer." With that, she slid down his body, her full breasts brushing against his chest as she took his cock in her mouth once again. Her tongue flicked against the underside, her cheeks hollowing as she took him in deeper than before. Babu's eyes rolled back in his head, his hands reflexively tangling in her hair as she worked her magic.

Her mouth moved with purpose, her technique flawless as she brought him back to full arousal. Her saliva mixed with his precum, creating a slickness that made her movements even more tantalizing. As she sucked him off, she could feel his body tense and release, his cock growing harder with every stroke of her tongue.

Finally, when she was sure he was ready, Rani pulled away, her lips glistening with the evidence of her ministrations. She reached for the nightstand, her hand trembling slightly with excitement as she retrieved another condom. With practiced ease, she tore open the packet and rolled it down his length, her eyes never leaving his. "Now, let's show you what it's really like to make love to a woman," she whispered, a hint of a challenge in her voice.

Babu watched, his heart racing as she positioned herself over him, her wet pussy hovering just above his cock. He felt her heat, her wetness, and knew he was about to experience something he had only ever dreamed of. As she began to lower herself onto him, Rani took a deep breath, her walls stretching to accept his thickness once more. This time, she set the pace, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes locked onto his.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the sound of their wet, slapping flesh filling the room as she rode him. Babu's eyes wandered over her curvy form, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. His cock was buried deep within her, and the sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt. Rani's breasts bounced with every thrust, and he couldn't resist reaching up to squeeze and tease her nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips.

Their connection grew stronger with each passing second, the barriers of their familial relationship crumbling away, leaving only the raw, unbridled passion that had been simmering between them for so long. They were lost in the moment, a tangle of limbs and desire, their moans and gasps echoing off the walls as they reached for the ultimate release.

Rani's pussy grew tighter around him, her muscles contracting as she approached climax. She leaned forward, her hair cascading down to tickle his chest as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear. "You feel so good, Babu," she breathed. "Don't stop, don't ever stop."

The encouragement was all he needed. With renewed vigor, Babu began to thrust up into her, his hips meeting hers with increasing force. Rani's moans grew louder, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. And as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock.

Rani's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as Babu's cock filled her completely. She threw her head back, her long hair a wild mane around her flushed face, and screamed out his name as pleasure unlike any she had ever known ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on him, and she felt his own orgasm building, his cock swelling even larger inside her. As her climax crashed over her, she tightened her grip on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her body shuddering with each powerful contraction. It was an earth-shattering, soul-baring release that left her feeling more alive than she had in years, and she knew, in that moment, that she never wanted it to end.With Rani's legs still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, she gently eased herself off of Babu's still-throbbing cock and lay down beside him, her breathing ragged and her heart racing like a wild animal in her chest. Despite the intense pleasure that had just coursed through her body, she couldn't ignore the fact that he had yet to find his own release. Looking up into his eyes, which were filled with a mix of awe and adoration, she took his hand in hers. "It's your turn now, Babu," she whispered, her voice a soft, sultry purr. "Climb on top of me, but this time, go slow. I want us to come together."

Babu's eyes lit up at her words, and he eagerly complied, moving to position himself between her legs. His cock was still rock-hard, the condom stretched tightly over his length, and Rani felt a thrill run through her as she watched him approach. She spread her legs wider, inviting him in, and guided him to her entrance, feeling her pussy clench in anticipation. As he pushed into her, Rani's eyes rolled back in her head, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. He was so big, so thick, that even the slightest movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through her.

With a low groan, Babu began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm that made Rani's toes curl. She could feel every inch of him, the velvety head of his cock brushing against her g-spot with each deep thrust. Rani's legs wrapped around him, her ankles locking together at the base of his spine as she pulled him closer, urging him to fill her completely. Her nails dug into his back, leaving shallow furrows in his skin as she held on for dear life, her body writhing beneath him.

The room was filled with the wet, squelching sounds of their lovemaking, their breaths coming in ragged gasps and moans. Babu's muscular chest hovered over her, his abs rippling with the effort of maintaining his slow, deliberate pace. His eyes never left hers, and Rani felt a deep connection forming between them, one that went beyond the physical. She knew that this moment was changing them both, that they were crossing a line that could never be uncrossed. But she didn't care. All she cared about was the feeling of him inside her, the way their bodies fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

With each stroke, Babu grew more confident, more in tune with her body. He leaned down to kiss her, his tongue delving into her mouth as his cock plunged deeper into her pussy. The kiss was a dance of passion, a silent communication of need and want. Rani's hips bucked up to meet him, her body moving in perfect harmony with his. She could feel another orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to consume her. "Fuck me, Babu," she murmured against his lips. "Fuck me hard, but slow."

He obeyed, his strokes becoming more powerful, more intense, as he felt her body tighten around him. Rani's pussy was a vice, a warm, wet embrace that seemed to milk his cock with every movement. His balls were tight and heavy with cum, and he knew that he was close, so close. But he held back, his eyes locked on hers, his entire focus on bringing her to climax alongside him.

Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and Babu couldn't resist leaning down to take one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it as he continued to fuck her. Rani's moans grew louder, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt herself getting closer and closer. The pressure in her belly grew, the tension in her pussy unbearable. "Don't stop," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. "Please, don't stop."

Babu didn't stop. He pushed into her, his cock hitting just the right spot with every movement. And then it was there, the sweet release she had been chasing. Her pussy spasmed around him, her body arching off the bed as she came with a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house.

Babu felt the intense contractions of Rani's pussy around his cock, and it was all he could take. He had never felt anything so tight, so perfect, and the sensation was more than he could handle. With a guttural groan, he gave in to the overwhelming pleasure, his own climax crashing over him like a tidal wave. His cock pulsed within her, filling the condom with ropes of thick, hot cum as he buried his face in her neck, his body shaking with the force of his release. They lay there, their breaths mingling, their hearts pounding in time with one another's, lost in the aftermath of a passion that had been years in the making. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, one that neither of them wanted to end. But as reality began to seep back in, they both knew that they had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.



End of Chapter 5.

[sweatgirl]

Wow, sex scenes are good, story also interesting, rani and babu is unexpected.waiting for next episode.

[Hotyyhard]

wow unexpected twists super

[sexonmind]

Part 6: Shadows of the Past
At the government office canteen, a bustling yet informal space where employees gathered for their lunch break. Sai and Srinu sat at their usual spot, a corner table by the window that offered a view of the courtyard.
Sai stirred his coffee absentmindedly, trying to frame his question. Finally, he broke the silence. “Srinu anna, can I ask you something?”
Srinu, mid-bite of his idli, raised an eyebrow. “Of course, Sai. What’s on your mind?”
Sai leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to avoid the chatter around them. “It’s about Purushotham. What do you know about him?”
Srinu paused, putting down his spoon. “Why do you ask about him all of a sudden?”
Sai hesitated, then decided to proceed carefully. “I’ve seen him around at Sunanda madam’s quarters, and I got curious. He seems… close to the family.”
Srinu nodded knowingly. “Ah, yes. Purushotham has been with them for a long time. He’s like family, you could say. Sunanda madam’s mother had a very close friend, and Purushotham is her son. That connection brought him into their lives.”
Sai’s curiosity deepened. “So, he’s been part of their lives for years?”
Srinu leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Yes. From what I know, he’s been around as long as I’ve worked with madam. Even after her husband’s passing, he’s stayed involved, helping with errands and being a reliable presence. To madam, he’s like a son.”
Sai nodded, filing the information away. “And what about Aruna? She seems… different.”
Srinu chuckled lightly, though his tone hinted at a more serious undertone. “Aruna, ah. She’s not exactly cut from the same cloth. She only came to stay with madam after her father’s death. Before that, she lived with her sister Vani and her brother Venu.”
Sai froze mid-sip of his coffee. “She has a sister and a brother?”
Srinu nodded, a flicker of surprise on his face at Sai’s ignorance. “Yes, didn’t you know? Her sister Vani is married and has her own family, and Venu… well, I haven’t heard much about him. Aruna isn’t particularly close to them, though. I suspect there’s some history there, but it’s not my place to dig into it.”
Sai absorbed the new information carefully, his thoughts racing. The layers to Aruna’s life seemed far more intricate than he had initially assumed. He nodded thoughtfully, deciding not to press further for now. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly falling into place, and he knew he had to tread carefully as he delved deeper into the web of relationships surrounding Sunanda madam’s family.
Srinu himself tells Sai that he should ask Yedukondalu if he wants more information. Sai says, "Is he the same who works at the Manibazar office?" Srinu says, "Yes."
Srinu leaned back in his chair, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips as he began narrating the events of the past. “You know, Sai, I wasn’t always working for Sunandha madam. I started off as Narendra sir’s driver. I worked for him for almost ten years. Wherever he got transferred, he used his connections to make sure I got transferred too. He was like that—always took care of the people who worked for him.”
He paused to sip his coffee before continuing. “After sir retired, there was a brief period when I didn’t work for them. Those were quiet days, but I stayed in touch with the family. Later, when Sunandha madam needed someone reliable after sir’s passing, I was reassigned to her. It’s been that way ever since.”
"It was during that period when Yedukondalu worked for madam," Srinu added, his voice lowering slightly as if sharing a secret.
Sai, intrigued, leaned forward. “How was Narendra sir?” he asked, curious about the man who seemed to have left such an impact.
Srinu’s face lit up with an almost reverent glow. “Sir was no ordinary man, Sai. People called him ‘The Lion,’ and rightly so. Imagine this—a man who could have lived in luxury, holding one of the highest ranks, yet chose to stay in madam’s modest quarters after retirement. That’s the kind of honesty we’re talking about.”
His voice grew firmer, tinged with awe. “He was a force of nature, Sai. Loved by those who worked under him, respected by his peers, and utterly feared by anyone who dared walk the wrong path. Sir didn’t just lead—he inspired, commanded, and protected. There was no one like him, and there never will be.”
Srinu paused for a moment, his eyes clouded with memory. "They got married way before I started working for them," he said, his voice low. "But from what I’ve heard, I can tell you this much—Sunandha started working in Sir's office as a mid-level clerk. She was smart, hardworking, and honest, just like her reputation."
He leaned in slightly, his tone dropping even further. "Sir was very charming, you see. Every woman in the office desired him, but he was loyal to his first wife. That loyalty was unshakable. But Madam… well, she became very close to Sir, and no one really knew how or why."
Srinu's eyes flickered to the side before he continued, as though gathering the right words. "Then, something happened. No one really knows what went on behind closed doors, but from what I’ve heard, Sir and his first wife started fighting daily. The tension grew, and that’s when Madam and Sir became even closer. It wasn’t long before they ended up married."
He let out a small sigh, shaking his head slightly. "It wasn’t an easy thing for anyone to understand, least of all for those who knew Sir’s character. But in the end, that’s how it happened.
Srinu’s gaze softened as he leaned back in his chair. “You know, Sir was 18 years older than Madam, but they looked so good together,” he said with a touch of nostalgia. “Even with the age difference, there was something about them that just clicked. They were always in sync, like two halves of the same whole.” He paused, his expression growing more thoughtful.
“When I first started working for them, Babu was already about 8 years old,” Srinu continued, his tone tinged with reverence. “Even then, Sir and Madam were inseparable. It was like watching a newlywed couple, even after all those years. There was this warmth, this bond between them that was undeniable. You could tell they were made for each other, no matter the challenges life threw their way.”
He gave a small smile, his eyes reflecting the admiration he had for the couple. “They were a picture of commitment, always standing by each other, no matter what. It’s something I’ll never forget.”
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Back at college, Babu settled back into his routine, though something about him had shifted. There was a noticeable difference in his demeanor—he walked with more purpose, his steps steady and his posture straighter. The weight of his internal struggles seemed lighter, and his usually distant expression had softened.
Fucking Rani, had given him a new sense of confidence. He was no longer carrying the same burden of confusion and frustration that had once clouded his every thought. Instead, he found himself engaging more with his surroundings, and even the little things—like his lectures or the gym sessions—felt more meaningful.
Though the turbulence of his emotions hadn’t completely disappeared, there was a certain calmness in the way he carried himself now. Babu was learning to navigate the chaos of his life with more clarity, all thanks to Rani’s pussy.
Every night, Babu and Rani spent hours on the phone, talking about everything. Their conversation meandered through the mundane details of his college life—his classes, his newfound love for poetry, the antics of his friends—but each sentence was loaded with a double meaning, a secret language that only they understood. Each time they talked about his "stamina" or her "flexibility," it was as if they were touching each other again, their words a silent echo of the nights they had spent tangled in the sheets.
Their relationship became a source of comfort for both of them, a place where they could be open about their desires without fear of judgment. But as they spoke, Rani felt a twinge of guilt. She knew that this was a betrayal. Rani's husband, Ashok, had been nothing but kind to her and her family too. Yet, the pull of her feelings for Babu was too strong to resist, a current that dragged him deeper into a whirlpool of desire and deception.
Rani’s husband, who had always been trusting and understanding, began to notice the increasing number of late-night calls. At first, he dismissed it, but after a few weeks, a sense of unease began to creep in. He suspected that something might be wrong. The late-night conversations, the secrecy, and the closeness between Babu and Rani started to make him uncomfortable. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to their conversations than what met the eye, and it left him questioning the boundaries of their relationship.
As the days passed, Babu and Jasmine’s friendship also grew even stronger. Babu began to understand that Jasmine’s personal choices were hers to make, and he no longer felt the need to judge or question her decisions. He admired her independence, her confidence, and the way she carried herself, despite the occasional tension between them.
For Jasmine, Babu’s newfound confidence was magnetic. She noticed the subtle changes in him—the way he stood taller, the way he carried himself with purpose. There was an air of self-assurance about him now that hadn’t been there before, and it made her see him in a new light. His quiet strength, combined with the kindness he had always shown her, started to stir something inside her that she hadn’t expected.
One evening, they were studying together at the campus café when Jasmine looked up from her notes. "You’ve changed," she said casually, taking a sip from her coffee.
Babu glanced at her, surprised by the comment. "In what way?"
Jasmine smiled, her eyes softening. "I don’t know. You just... seem different. More sure of yourself, I guess."
Babu looked down, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I’ve been trying to work on it. Things haven’t been easy, but I guess it’s starting to show."
Jasmine nodded, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer than usual. "Well, it’s working," she said, her voice just above a whisper.
Babu met her eyes, feeling a warmth spread through him. There was something unspoken between them now, something that had shifted in their friendship. As much as Babu valued Jasmine’s companionship, he began to wonder if it was becoming more than just that. But he was hesitant to cross that line, unsure of what it might mean for their bond.
Meanwhile, Jasmine began to notice her own feelings changing. She had always appreciated Babu’s presence, but now she found herself thinking about him more often, wondering how he would react in certain situations, how his smile made her heart flutter. She had always been independent, but Babu’s presence made her feel something different—a sense of comfort she hadn’t expected to find in a friendship.
It wasn’t just his newfound confidence that attracted her, but the way he cared for the people around him. He was always there when she needed him, and that made her start to think of him in a way she hadn’t before.
Babu's steady gym routine and the guidance of his senior, Jean, led to a significant transformation. His once-unassuming appearance evolved into a confident and well-built physique. This change, combined with his growing self-assurance, did not go unnoticed.
Once considered just another quiet, studious guy in college, Babu now turned heads wherever he went. Girls who had barely acknowledged his presence before suddenly found themselves drawn to his newfound charisma. His calm demeanor and respectful interactions added to his appeal, making him a heartthrob for many.
Despite the attention, Babu remained grounded. His transformation was not just physical—it was a reflection of his journey to regain control over his life amidst the emotional chaos that surrounded him. Though he appreciated the newfound admiration, his focus remained on his studies, his family, and his friendship with Jasmine.
Babu’s daily calls to his mother, Sunandha, continued, but the conversations grew increasingly brief. Their exchanges, once filled with updates and casual chatter, now revolved around simple pleasantries and routine questions. However, Sunandha, now engrossed in her own health journey and personal routine, didn’t take it to heart. She understood that Babu was navigating his own path, and his newfound confidence likely brought its own distractions.
Meanwhile, Babu’s attitude towards Purushotham underwent a quiet transformation. His earlier insistence that Purushotham marry Aruna faded. One evening, during a rare conversation, Babu casually said, “It’s okay, Purush. I get you now.”
The words were simple, but they carried a depth of understanding that hadn’t been there before. Babu was letting go of his frustrations and expectations, choosing instead to focus on himself and his own growth. This marked another step in his journey toward maturity and self-acceptance.
Purushotham was pleasantly surprised by the sudden change in Babu’s demeanor. The tension that had previously hung heavy between them seemed to dissolve overnight. Conversations that were once strained now flowed naturally, reminiscent of the camaraderie they shared in earlier days.
They often found themselves laughing over shared memories, and occasionally, the topic of Aruna would come up. Purushotham, chuckling, once remarked, “Babu, you know your sister got a big curvy ass that's just made for doggystyle"
Babu couldn't help but laugh, his eyes lighting up as he playfully nudged Purushotham. "Yeah, I don't blame you, she does have an amazing ass," he admitted, his voice filled with mirth. It was a rare moment of openness between the two friends, one that acknowledged the carnality of their shared desire without judgment or recrimination. The air grew lighter as the tension dissipated, and their laughter echoed through the quiet night.
These lighthearted exchanges brought a sense of normalcy and mutual understanding to their relationship, a welcome reprieve from the complexities that had once strained their bond. For Purushotham, seeing Babu like this was a relief—and a reminder of the friendship they both valued.


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Part 2 of chapter 6


Sai found himself at the bustling Mani Bazar office, sent there to handle some paperwork for Sunandha madam. The office was a hive of activity, with workers moving briskly, the clatter of typewriters echoing through the halls. Amidst the hum, Sai spotted Yedukondalu—a man in his late forties, with a weathered face and kind eyes—taking a break near the tea stall.
Sai approached him with a polite smile. "Excuse me, are you Yedukondalu?"
Yedukondalu looked up, pleasantly surprised. "Yes, that's me. Who's asking?"
"I'm Sai," he replied, extending a hand. "I work under Sunandha madam."
The mention of Sunandha madam brought a broad smile to Yedukondalu’s face. He shook Sai’s hand warmly. "Ah, madam! How is she? And how’s Babu? I haven’t seen him in years."
"They’re doing well," Sai replied, keeping his tone light. "Babu’s busy with college, and madam’s taking care of herself. Oh, and Aruna is with them now too."
At the mention of Aruna, Yedukondalu’s expression shifted. His eyes widened momentarily, betraying a mix of surprise and unease. He quickly masked it, but Sai noticed the change.
"Aruna?" Yedukondalu repeated, as if testing the name on his tongue. "Well, that’s... unexpected."
Sai tilted his head, curious. "Why? Do you know her?"
Yedukondalu hesitated for a moment, then gave a tight smile. "Let’s just say there’s a story there. I think we should talk, but not here."
Intrigued, Sai nodded. "When and where?"
"Meet me after office hours," Yedukondalu said, his tone firm but friendly. "There’s a tea shop around the corner. We can talk there."
"Alright," Sai agreed. "I’ll see you then."
As they parted ways, Sai couldn’t shake the feeling that he was about to learn something significant. Whatever Yedukondalu had to say, it seemed tied to the enigmatic Aruna—a puzzle Sai was increasingly determined to solve.
Sai sat at a small table in the dimly lit tea shop, sipping his chai and glancing at the entrance every few minutes. The bustle of Mani Bazar filled the air, but his mind was preoccupied with curiosity about what Yedukondalu had to say. Just as Sai was beginning to wonder if he had been stood up, Yedukondalu appeared, his frame silhouetted against the doorway.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” Yedukondalu said, slightly out of breath. He gestured for Sai to follow him. "But this isn’t the place for our conversation. Come with me."
Sai raised an eyebrow but complied, following the older man through a series of winding alleys until they reached a small, dingy bar tucked away from the main street. The smell of alcohol and fried snacks lingered in the air as they entered. Yedukondalu found a corner table, ordered a drink for himself, and waved off Sai’s offer to join.
“Don’t mind me, Sai,” Yedukondalu said, taking a swig of his whiskey as soon as it arrived. “I need a little liquid courage for what I’m about to tell you.”
Sai leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. “Alright. I’m listening.”
Yedukondalu exhaled deeply, the glass trembling slightly in his hand. “Be careful around Aruna,” he said, his voice low but intense. “She’s like a vicious snake. Beautiful, yes, but her bite is deadly.”
Sai frowned, puzzled by the strong words. “What makes you say that? From what I’ve seen, she’s just… reserved. A bit aloof, maybe.”
Yedukondalu scoffed, shaking his head. “That’s what she wants you to think. She’s not just reserved—she’s calculating. Always thinking two steps ahead. She has a way of wrapping people around her finger, using them until they’re of no use to her anymore.”
Sai crossed his arms, skepticism creeping into his voice. “That’s a bold claim. Do you have any proof, or is this just based on hearsay?”
Yedukondalu leaned back, staring into his glass as if searching for the right words. “Proof? It’s not something you can put on paper. It’s in the way she behaves, the way she manipulates situations to her advantage. I’ve seen her do it.”
“Seen her do what?” Sai pressed, his curiosity mingled with unease.
Yedukondalu set the glass down and met Sai’s gaze. “That’s a long story, my friend. But it starts with the way she treated people who trusted her—people like Narendra sir and others who gave her a chance. She’s a master at playing the victim while pulling the strings in the background. If you’re not careful, you’ll find yourself tangled in her web before you even realize it.”
Sai leaned back, the weight of Yedukondalu’s words sinking in. “Alright,” he said finally. “I’m listening. Tell me everything you know about her.”
Yedukondalu took another sip of his drink, his hand trembling slightly as he set the glass down. He leaned closer to Sai, lowering his voice as if the walls had ears. “Sai, there’s something you should know. Aruna and I… we had an affair.”
Sai’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What? You and Aruna? Are you serious?”
Yedukondalu nodded grimly. “Yes. It’s not something I’m proud of, but it happened.”
Sai struggled to process the revelation. “When did this happen? How did you even meet her?”
Yedukondalu’s gaze drifted into the distance, as if he were reliving the past. “It was about five years ago,” he began. “Back when Aruna was living with madam’s family. I was working as an attender for them then.”
Sai leaned forward, his curiosity now tinged with confusion. “Wait a minute. Are you saying this isn’t the first time Aruna stayed with madam’s family? I thought she moved in after her father passed away.”
Yedukondalu shook his head. “No, Sai. This was years before that. She stayed with them for a while back then too, though under very different circumstances. It was during that time that our paths crossed, and… things happened.”
Sai frowned, his mind racing. “Why was she living with them back then? And how did it lead to… this?”
Yedukondalu sighed heavily. “That’s a story in itself. But let’s just say Aruna has a way of inserting herself into situations and making people trust her—only to use that trust to her advantage. And I was no exception.”
Sai sat back, trying to wrap his head around what he’d just learned. This wasn’t just about Aruna anymore. There were layers to her story, layers that seemed to hide secrets deeper than he’d anticipated.
Yedukondalu took a deep breath before continuing. “It all started when Aruna’s mother passed away. She was devastated, fell into a deep depression. Narendra sir, being the kind man he was, decided to bring her to their home. At that time, they were living in the Executive Quarters because sir was still working.”
Sai nodded, listening intently.
“Babu was staying in a hostel back then, preparing for his 10th exams. Sir was often out of town for conferences and official duties, and madam was swamped with her own work. That left me on bungalow duty most of the time. I ended up spending a lot of time with Aruna,” Yedukondalu said, his voice lowering as he recalled those days.
Yedukondalu continued, “At first, our interactions were limited. She would ask me to do small household errands—bring her water, serve her lunch, that sort of thing. I was just a silent spectator while she watched TV every afternoon, keeping my distance.”
He paused, taking a sip from his glass before continuing. “But slowly, things changed. We started talking, mostly about the serials she was so engrossed in. She’d ask my opinions, laugh at my comments. Then the conversations shifted—we began talking about other things, little bits about life, dreams, and even mundane stuff.”
Sai raised an eyebrow, sensing there was much more to this story. “And that’s how it started?” he asked.
Yedukondalu nodded gravely. “Yes, that’s how it started. It seemed harmless back then... but it wasn’t.”
Yedukondalu chuckled bitterly as he recounted, “Slowly, she started commenting on my way of dressing. At first, it was casual—little remarks about my shirt being too plain or my trousers looking old-fashioned. Then one day, she said, ‘You know, if only you dressed differently, you’d look like a Hollywood hero. You’re a handsome man, Yedukondalu, but you don’t do yourself justice.’”
He shook his head, his tone carrying a mix of regret and bewilderment. “At the time, I didn’t think much of it. I thought she was just being kind or playful. But looking back, I realize she was planting seeds, setting the stage for something more.”
Sai glanced at Yedukondalu, taking in his tall stature, fair skin, and broad shoulders. For a moment, he couldn’t help but think to himself, She wasn’t wrong about that. The man, despite his modest demeanor, had an undeniable presence that could easily draw attention.
Yedukondalu continued, his voice lowering as he recalled, "She started flaunting her curves in a way that I couldn’t ignore. She’d dbang her sari low, well below the navel. It was... so tempting. At first, I thought it was just her way of being comfortable, but soon, I realized it was deliberate."
He paused, taking a swig of his drink, as if to steady himself before continuing. "She knew exactly what she was doing, and I... I wasn’t strong enough to resist."
Yedukondalu took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting a mix of regret and nostalgia. "You know, Sai," he began, his voice thick with emotion, "I come from a poor family. I’ve struggled all my life to make ends meet. When someone like Aruna—an absolutely gorgeous princess, so far out of my league—showed interest in me, I couldn’t resist. I thought... I thought I was the luckiest man alive. That a woman like her had fallen for me—it felt like a dream."
He took another sip of his drink, his hands trembling slightly as he placed the glass down. "I didn’t see the truth back then. I was blind to everything except how special she made me feel."
Yedukondalu's expression grew taut as he recounted the sordid tale, his voice thick with the bitter residue of deception. "Yes, there was fucking, plenty of it," he admitted, his eyes glazed over with the memories of those torrid encounters. "But I was a fool to believe it was love that made her wet for me. Every moan, every orgasmic spasm was just part of the act she put on. And I, like the pathetic fool I was, lapped it all up."
Yedukondalu's hands tightened around his glass as he continued, the pain of the memory resurfacing. "One day, I got a notice from the head office—ordered to attend a departmental enquiry. I couldn't believe it. The accusation? Sexual harassment. And it wasn’t just me—they made allegations against Madam too, claiming she allowed it. That was when I knew it was over."
He paused, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned back in his chair, lost in the past. "Not only could I lose my job, but I could’ve gone to jail. My entire life, everything I had worked for, was about to be shattered because of something I never thought could happen. Something that was fabricated."
Yedukondalu's eyes darkened as he stared into the distance, the weight of the betrayal still fresh in his heart. "It was the worst time of my life, Sai. Everything I thought was real—every moment I thought was ours—turned out to be a lie. And when I needed her the most, she was nowhere to be found. Not a word, not a single explanation. I was left to face the consequences alone."Yedukondalu took a deep breath, as though still feeling the relief that came with the memory. "I got lucky, Sai," he said, his voice soft but steady. "The enquiry officer was Anand Sir, a close friend of Narendra Sir. He knew the whole family, understood the dynamics. When he looked into the case, he saw through the lies. He closed the enquiry, saying it was all false allegations."
He paused, his expression darkening slightly. "I was saved. But it wasn’t without consequences. Even though I didn't lose my job or go to jail, things changed. I was never the same after that. I couldn't look at Aruna the same way. And I couldn't stay in that house anymore, not with her. It was a game for her. A game that almost ruined me."
Yedukondalu took another sip from his glass, his fingers trembling slightly. "I never told anyone what really happened. But now, you need to know, Sai. Stay away from her. She's dangerous."
Sai sat in stunned silence, the weight of Yedukondalu’s words sinking in. It was a lot to process, and he needed a moment to gather his thoughts. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke, his voice laced with confusion and disbelief.
"Then why is Madam allowing Aruna back into the house?" Sai asked, struggling to make sense of it all.


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Part 3 of Chapter 6

Yedukondalu shrugged, a troubled expression clouding his face. "I don't know," he replied, his voice low and filled with frustration. "After everything that happened, it's hard to understand why Madam would welcome her back. Maybe she sees something in Aruna that I don’t… or maybe she’s just too kind to turn her away." He took a long pause before continuing, the weight of his next words hanging heavy in the air.

"It was Madam who encouraged me to finish my graduation," he added quietly, his tone almost regretful. "She saw potential in me when I was just an attender. Without her pushing me, I probably would’ve stayed stuck in that same position for the rest of my life. Thanks to her, I got promoted to a desk job. She always looked out for me… for the family. But I can’t make sense of what’s happening with Aruna."

Sai nodded slowly, his mind racing. Yedukondalu’s words were like a storm, leaving him disoriented and confused. How could someone so kind and caring have allowed such toxicity to linger in their home?

Yedukondalu's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as he made his way back to his modest abode. The memory of Aruna's deceptive allure had ignited a fiery lust within him, and he could feel his cock thicken with the recollection of her treacherous ways. He couldn't help but wonder if he had missed any signs, any clues that she had been playing him all along. His wife, a simple yet beautiful woman with a heart of gold, had no idea of the dark secrets her husband had just revealed to Sai. She looked at him with her warm, trusting eyes as he walked through the door, and all he could do was channel his anger and frustration into something more primal.

Without a word, he grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her into their cramped bedroom. She looked at him with surprise, but the hunger in his gaze left no room for questions. He tore her sari away, revealing her voluptuous body, the very opposite of Aruna's deceptive charm. His wife's breasts bounced freely as he threw her onto the bed, her thick thighs parting willingly to accept his urgent advances. He didn’t bother with foreplay; he was too consumed by the rage that boiled in his veins.

With a grunt, he plunged into her, his cock filling her up, stretching her wide. She gasped with pleasure, arching her back, her pussy wet and welcoming. He fucked her hard, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room. His wife moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as he pounded into her with all the pent-up anger that Aruna had brought to the surface.

He pumped into her like a man possessed, each stroke a declaration of dominance, each thrust a silent protest against the manipulation he had suffered. She met his intensity with her own, her hips rising to meet him, her pussy clenching around his cock as she neared climax. They were two people, bound together by love and trust, sharing a moment of raw passion fueled by the dark revelations of the evening.

As Yedukondalu reached his peak, he buried his face in her neck, biting down gently as he came inside her, filling her with his seed. She shuddered beneath him, her own orgasm crashing through her body, a testament to the unspoken bond between them.

Afterwards, he rolled off her, panting heavily. She looked at him, her eyes glazed with satisfaction and curiosity. "What happened today, Konda?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

He kissed her softly, his eyes filled with a mix of love and guilt. "Nothing, dear," he murmured, stroking her cheek. "It's just the stress of work." He didn’t have the heart to burden her with the truth. Instead, he held her tight and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, hoping that his affection could drown out the echoes of Aruna's seductive whispers that still haunted him.

As they lay there in the aftermath of passion, the silence grew heavier, a stark contrast to the chaos of their love-making. He knew that he couldn't keep the truth from her forever, but for tonight, he needed to keep the darkness of his past at bay, to cherish the sanctity of their love.

With a final kiss good night, he rolled over, pulling her closer to him. They lay there, entwined in each other's arms, a silent pact between them to face whatever the future held. Yedukondalu’s thoughts, however, remained in the murky waters of the past, wrestling with the snake he knew as Aruna.

Flashback: Five years ago

The anticipation of the day had been building up within Yedukondalu since the early morning. He had meticulously chosen his outfit—a crisp, well-fitted shirt that highlighted the muscles of his broad chest and tailored trousers that hugged his strong thighs—exactly as Aruna had suggested. When the rest of the household had left for the day, the tension in the air grew palpable, the silence of the executive quarters only punctuated by the distant sounds of Mani Bazar coming to life outside.

As he approached the living room, he found Aruna lounging on the couch, her legs crossed and her sari dbangd in a way that exposed the smooth, shapely curves of her calf. She looked up as he entered, a knowing smile playing on her full, red lips. Her eyes, dark and mysterious, took him in from head to toe, lingering on his groin before meeting his gaze. "Happy birthday, Yedukondalu," she purred, her voice dripping with a sweetness that belied the venom beneath the surface.

Without waiting for a response, she beckoned him closer with a dainty wave of her hand. The air between them crackled with unspoken desires as he stepped forward, his cock swelling with every step. When he was within arm’s reach, she stood up, her breasts pressing against his chest, and whispered in his ear, "I have a special gift for you today."

The moment the first notes of the romantic song filled the air, Aruna gracefully switched the music system to a playlist of her choosing. Her movements grew more deliberate as she turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with a seductive light that sent a shiver down his spine. With a flick of her wrist, she began to unravel the sari that had been dbangd around her body, revealing inch by inch the tantalizing beauty beneath. Her full, round breasts spilled out, their dark areolae tightening with anticipation as they bounced gently with the rhythm of the music. Her stomach was flat and toned, the perfect canvas for the delicate belly button ring that sparkled in the dim light of the room. Her hips swayed as she stepped out of the pool of fabric at her feet, showcasing her curvy figure clad only in a translucent, lacy lingerie set that left little to the imagination. The g-string barely contained her plump, shaved pussy, the damp fabric hinting at the wetness already gathering there. Yedukondalu’s eyes followed the curve of her waist, down to her thick, muscular thighs and the round globes of her ass that called out for his touch. She was the epitome of temptation—every detail of her body a testament to her ability to manipulate and entice.

The heat of her breath sent shivers down his spine as she began to unbutton his shirt, her slender fingers tracing a tantalizing path down to his belt. His heart raced as she unbuckled it and slid his trousers down to reveal his stiff erection, standing tall and proud. Aruna's eyes widened with feigned innocence as she took in the sight, her pupils dilating with lust.

Yedukondalu's body was a testament to his hard work—his abs rippling with each breath, his cock thick and veiny. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his shaft, her long, manicured nails scbanging gently along his skin. He groaned, his resolve to resist her advances crumbling like dust in the face of such temptation.

With a smug smile, Aruna sank to her knees, her glossy hair cascading around her shoulders like a curtain. She took his length into her mouth, her lips creating a warm, wet suction that made him buck his hips involuntarily. He could feel her tongue dancing along the underside of his cock, her teeth grazing him just enough to make him grit his teeth with pleasure.

His eyes rolled back as she deep-throated him, her head bobbing up and down in a rhythmic motion that seemed to sync with the beating of his heart. He was lost in the moment, his mind a haze of pleasure and disbelief that this beautiful, young woman was servicing him in such a way.

As she pulled away, her lips shiny with his precum, she looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Do you like your gift, Yedukondalu?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr that made his blood race. He nodded, unable to form coherent words, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Standing up, she leaned into him, her soft breasts pressing against his bare chest. She whispered in his ear, "But that's just the beginning. I have so much more in store for you." Her hand slipped between her own legs, her fingers disappearing beneath the folds of her sari.

Yedukondalu felt his knees go weak as she began to rub her clit, her breaths quickening against his neck. He knew that today would be a day to remember—a day where the lines between servant and mistress would be blurred by the intoxicating dance of lust and manipulation.

Yedukondalu picked Aruna up in his strong arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom. His cock strained against her pussy, eager to plunge into her depths. He laid her down on the bed, his eyes devouring the sight of her in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He kissed her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. His hands roamed over her body, exploring the curves and valleys that had haunted his dreams for months. Her skin was velvety soft, a stark contrast to the fiery passion that burned within her.

Aruna reached down, her nimble fingers deftly removing the g-string that had been taunting him since she had revealed herself. His cock sprang free, bobbing in anticipation. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his penis teasing her wet entrance. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her pussy, the plump lips glistening with desire, the clit swollen and begging for his attention. With a gentle push, he slid inside her, filling her up completely.

Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating as she took in the sensation of his girth. He moved slowly, savoring the tightness of her cunt as it clenched around him. Each thrust was met with a soft moan from her lips, her breasts bouncing with every movement. Yedukondalu took his time, not wanting to rush the moment, not wanting to give in to the fiery passion that had consumed them both. He knew that this was a dance that required patience, a delicate balance of power and surrender.

He watched as Aruna’s face contorted in pleasure, her back arching off the bed as he hit just the right spot. Her nails dug into his back, urging him to go deeper, faster. He complied, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that had her legs shaking and her pussy gushing around him. He could feel her muscles tighten, her body building towards climax. He leaned down, taking one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he continued to pump into her. She screamed his name, her body writhing in ecstasy.

The walls of her pussy began to quiver, signaling the onset of her orgasm. Yedukondalu’s own climax was approaching, his balls tightening with every stroke. He picked up the pace, driving into her with an urgency that was palpable. Her legs wrapped tighter around him, her heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper. He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer, the pleasure too intense to contain.

With a final, powerful thrust, he felt her body convulse around him, her orgasm tearing through her like a storm. It was all the encouragement he needed, his own release following swiftly, his hot cum flooding her insides. He collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the mattress as they both panted, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.

For a moment, they lay there, their hearts racing in unison. The room was filled with the scent of their passion, the quietude only broken by their labored breathing. And in that moment, the power dynamics that had once governed their relationship were forgotten, replaced by a deep, raw connection that transcended their roles. It was a union that neither had anticipated, a conflagration of lust that had been smoldering beneath the surface for too long.

Yedukondalu rolled off her, his chest heaving as he stared at the ceiling. Aruna curled into his side, her hand resting on his chest, her breathing gradually returning to normal. The weight of what they had done settled on them both, but for now, they were lost in the haze of their shared pleasure, the complexities of their situation temporarily buried beneath the sheets.

Over the following weeks, the illicit affair between Yedukondalu and Aruna grew in intensity. Each encounter was more passionate than the last, with Aruna’s seductive whispers guiding him deeper into her treacherous embrace. Yedukondalu remained blissfully oblivious to Aruna’s true intentions. He thought he had found something genuine, a spark of connection that transcended their social boundaries. Little did he know, he was merely a pawn in her game of manipulation, a tool she wielded to satisfy her carnivorous desires. Each time they lay together, their bodies tangled and sweaty, he was unknowingly signing his soul away to a woman who cared for him only as a means to an end.

And now, Yedukondalu is grateful every day that he had escaped the potential scandal that could have ruined his life. The knowledge of his luck weighed heavily on him, and he resolved to be more vigilant, not only for his own sake but for the sake of those around him. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for Aruna, who seemed so desperate to fill the void in her life with power and control, but he knew that pity was a dangerous emotion to entertain when dealing with someone so adept at playing the victim. He continued his work, carrying the burden of his secret, aware that it could come back to haunt him if he ever let his guard down again.

End of chapter 6.

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Chapter 7: Shadows in play.
Sai sat on his cot, gripping his phone tightly, replaying Yedukondalu’s shocking revelations in his mind. He decided he needed to share this with Rani. Dialing her number, he waited as the phone rang twice before she picked up.
"Hello, Sai! What’s the matter? You sound tense," Rani said, her usual cheerful tone evident.
Sai tried to sound composed. "Nothing much, Rani. Just thought I’d check in. How’s everything at home?"
"Busy, as always," Rani replied. "Madam’s gym routine is in full swing, and Babu—well, you know him. He’s got his hands full with college and all."
After a brief pause, Sai said cautiously, "Rani, I wanted to talk to you about Aruna’s affair."
At the mention of Aruna, Rani’s tone shifted slightly, sounding almost knowing. "Oh, that? I already know. Babu told me everything."
Sai froze. His heartbeat quickened, and his grip on the phone tightened. "He told you? So he knows too" he asked, trying to mask his shock.
"Of course. It wasn’t easy for him, you know. But he accepted it," Rani said, her voice calm but serious.
Sai’s mind raced. So, they already know about Yedukondalu? He had expected to break the news to Rani, but this changed everything.
"Hello? Sai? Are you there?" Rani asked, her voice tinged with concern.
"I… uh… yeah," Sai stammered. "I didn’t realize Babu had already talked to you."
Rani sighed. "Yes, he did. Look, Sai, it’s not easy to handle these things, but I’m doing my best. Don’t worry about it."
Sai swallowed hard, feeling overwhelmed. "Alright. I’ll call you later, Rani," he mumbled and ended the call abruptly.
Placing the phone down, Sai stared at the wall, his thoughts swirling. So Babu and Rani already knew about Aruna and Yedukondalu? He felt relieved but also unsettled. What exactly had Babu told Rani? Did they know everything, or were there details Yedukondalu hadn’t shared with them?
Sai exhaled deeply, feeling like he had stepped into a story that was far bigger—and darker—than he’d anticipated.
Purushotham’s visits to Sunandha’s house had become a regular affair, filling the quarters with lighthearted conversations and shared memories. With his renewed camaraderie with Babu, the air was more relaxed than it had been in months. However, Aruna couldn’t shake the unease building within her. She noticed subtle shifts in the dynamics—Purushotham’s relaxed demeanor around Babu, their occasional shared laughter. Something was amiss.
One evening, unable to contain her frustrations, Aruna called Babu. He picked up after a few rings, his voice casual but curious. "Hello, Akka. Everything okay?"
Aruna wasted no time. "Babu, what’s going on? What’s the deal with Purushotham?"
Babu, caught off guard, leaned back on his bed, his tone turning serious. "What do you mean, Akka? Why are you bringing this up now?"
"Don’t act like you don’t know," Aruna snapped. "You said you’d talk to him about marriage, but nothing’s happening. He visits the house all the time, and it’s like… like none of this even matters to him. What are you doing, Babu?"
Babu sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Akka, you need to relax. Why are you rushing this? Things like this take time."
"Rushing?" Aruna’s voice rose. "It’s been weeks, Babu. Weeks! You promised me you’d handle it. Instead, all I see is you and him acting like best friends, laughing and joking around. What am I supposed to think?"
Babu took a deep breath, his voice steady but firm. "Listen, Akka. I’ve been thinking about this, and honestly, I think we need to face the truth. That night…" He hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "That night was a mistake. Both of you were part of that mistake. Maybe it’s time you accept that too."
There was silence on the line before Aruna’s voice came through, trembling with anger and disbelief. "A mistake? You think that’s what that was?"
"I’m saying," Babu replied, his tone calm but unyielding, "Akka, you need to move on. What happened shouldn’t define your life—or his. It’s not fair to Purushotham, and it’s not fair to you either."
Aruna’s breathing quickened, and for a moment, Babu thought she might yell. Instead, she hissed, "You’ve changed, Babu," before cutting the call.
Babu stared at his phone screen, the silence in his dorm room deafening. He let out a long breath, knowing his words had hurt her. But deep down, he believed they needed to be said. The mistakes of the past couldn’t dictate their future.
That evening, Purushotham arrived at the quarters as usual, his easygoing presence filling the space with warmth. As he stepped into the living room, Sunandha, dressed in a simple yet elegant saree, greeted him with a smile.
Purushotham paused for a moment, looking at her appreciatively. "Sunandha Madam, you’re looking astonishing today," he said with a playful grin.
Sunandha raised an eyebrow, half amused and half chiding. "Is that how you talk to a woman who is like a mother to you?"
Purushotham chuckled, his response quick and teasing. "If my mother looked like you, I would say the same to her!"
The room erupted in laughter, breaking any lingering tension. Sunandha shook her head at his antics but couldn’t hide the smile on her face.
"Not only do I look better," Sunandha said, once the laughter subsided, "but I feel healthier too. There’s been such an improvement in my energy and my routine."
She glanced toward Aruna, who was sitting nearby, scrolling through her phone. "All thanks to Aruna," Sunandha continued. "She’s been constantly supporting me with my diet, my gym schedule—everything. In fact, sometimes she even accompanies me to the gym."
Purushotham turned to Aruna with an approving nod. "That’s great, Aruna. Madam’s glowing health is proof of your dedication."
Aruna looked up and offered a polite smile, her expression calm and composed. "It’s nothing, really. Just happy to see her doing well."
The conversation flowed smoothly after that, the room alive with shared stories and casual banter. Yet, as Purushotham settled into his usual seat, Aruna’s sharp gaze flickered toward him, observing the ease with which he interacted with Sunandha. Something still didn’t sit right with her.
As the evening wore on, Sunandha stood up with a smile. “Excuse me for a moment, I’ll go freshen up and change,” she said, leaving the living room.
The moment she disappeared, Aruna’s demeanor shifted. Her sharp gaze softened, and she turned toward Purushotham with a warm, almost friendly tone. “So, Purush, how are you doing these days? You seem much more at ease.”
Purushotham, leaning back in his chair, smiled faintly. “I’m doing fine, Aruna. And you?”
“I’m good,” Aruna replied, tilting her head slightly. “It’s nice to see everything settling down. Especially with Babu,” she added meaningfully. “He’s really changed, hasn’t he?”

Purushotham nodded in agreement. “You’re right. It’s like he’s grown into himself—more confident and understanding. I’m glad he’s no longer pushing this whole marriage talk on us.”
Aruna smiled faintly, her eyes sharp despite the friendliness of her tone. “Yes, it’s a relief.”
At that moment, Sunandha returned to the room, now in a more relaxed outfit. She glanced at both of them curiously, catching the tail end of their conversation. “Whose marriage are you two talking about?” she asked with an innocent but intrigued smile.
Aruna, caught off guard for a split second, quickly composed herself. “Oh, nothing serious, Amma. Purush was just talking about this new movie. It’s about family ties and the sacred bond of marriage. He was asking if I’d seen it,” she said smoothly, her voice light.
Purushotham, quick to catch the cue, chimed in with a grin. “Exactly! I heard it’s a great film. I thought Aruna might have watched it already.”
Sunandha raised an eyebrow, amused. “Oh, I see. Well, if it’s that good, why don’t you go watch it together?”
Purushotham looked slightly surprised but recovered quickly. “You don’t mind, Sunandha Madam?”
“Why would I mind?” Sunandha replied with a casual wave of her hand. “I can’t come along—I’ve got other things to take care of. But you can take Aruna if you’d like.”
Purushotham glanced at Aruna. “What do you say? Want to go tomorrow evening?”
Aruna, masking any hesitation, offered a polite smile. “Sure, that sounds nice.”
“Done then,” Purushotham said cheerfully. “I’ll come by in the evening to pick you up.”
Sunandha smiled approvingly. “Good, you two enjoy. It’s important to get out and have some fun.”
As the conversation shifted to lighter topics, Aruna’s expression remained composed, but beneath her calm exterior, her thoughts raced.
Earlier that evening, Babu leaned back on his hostel bed, his phone pressed to his ear as Rani’s cheerful voice echoed on the other end.
“Babu, you won’t believe this. Purushotham is taking Aruna to a movie tomorrow.”
Babu frowned slightly but quickly let it go, his tone casual. “Rani, I told you, don’t bother keeping an eye on them anymore. You don’t need to stress yourself over Aruna. Just ignore it.”
Rani paused, surprised. “Are you sure, Babu? I mean… it’s strange, isn’t it?”
Babu’s voice softened. “It doesn’t matter anymore, Rani. Leave it alone. You don’t have to be part of this mess. Now, tell me about your day.”
Rani smiled, settling into a more relaxed tone. “My day? Well, Ashok is still acting weird…”
Their conversation drifted to other topics—lighthearted, teasing banter that made the minutes melt into hours.
The next evening, Purushotham arrived at Sunandha’s quarters promptly, his clean shirt freshly pressed and his demeanor cheerful but composed. He knocked on the door and waited, casually running his hand through his hair.
Inside, Aruna stood before the mirror in her room, giving herself one final look. She had chosen her outfit with precision: a light blue lacey sari that clung to her figure like it was made just for her. The delicate material shimmered faintly under the light, the intricate lacework blending seamlessly with her soft, honey-toned skin. The pleats of the sari were expertly tucked at her waist, emphasizing her narrow midriff, while the pallu dbangd just low enough to hint at the graceful curve of her hips.
Her blouse was another masterpiece—sleeveless and perfectly cut to show off her toned shoulders and elegant collarbones. The neckline dipped tastefully but daringly enough to draw attention. A thin gold chain sat lightly around her neck, glinting against her skin.
Aruna’s makeup was equally flawless—soft kohl lined her large, expressive eyes, drawing attention to their captivating depth. A hint of shimmer rested on her eyelids, and her lips were painted a delicate, rosy pink, full and inviting. Her cheeks had the faintest touch of blush, giving her a natural glow. Her hair cascaded down in soft waves, parted to one side, brushing against her bare shoulder as she moved.
As she slipped on a pair of dainty silver earrings, Aruna smiled at her reflection. She looked nothing short of breathtaking—a vision of charm, grace, and undeniable allure. Her deliberate effort wasn’t lost on her; tonight, she intended to leave an impression.
“Aruna, Purushotham’s here!” Sunandha called from the living room.
Aruna picked up a small, elegant clutch and took a deep breath. Her expression shifted into one of calm confidence as she walked out of the room, her sari rustling softly with each step.
When she entered the living room, Purushotham was mid-conversation with Sunandha, but the moment he turned and saw her, the words caught in his throat. His casual smile faltered as his eyes widened, unprepared for the sight before him.
Aruna looked straight at him, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile. “Shall we go?” she asked smoothly, her voice carrying a playful softness.
Sunandha, oblivious to the tension, beamed approvingly. “You look lovely, Aruna. Have a good time, both of you.”
Purushotham finally managed to speak, though his voice sounded a little strained. “Y-yes… let’s go.”
As Aruna adjusted her sari one last time, she stepped into the living room, her expression soft and composed. Purushotham stood near the door, pretending to be engrossed in his phone, though his occasional glances at her revealed his quiet awe.
Before they could leave, Aruna turned to Sunandha, who was settling into her chair with a cup of green tea. “Amma,” Aruna said sweetly, her tone carrying an almost childlike innocence, “can I eat outside tonight? Purushotham said we’ll grab something before the movie.”
Sunandha looked up, smiling warmly at Aruna. Her affection for the girl was clear in her gentle gaze. “Of course, kanna. Why are you even asking?”
She set her tea aside, stood up, and walked over to her purse. Pulling out her debit card, she placed it into Aruna’s hand with a trusting smile. “Here, take this. Have a nice dinner before the movie. It’s fine even if you’re late—just enjoy yourselves.”
Aruna widened her eyes slightly, her face glowing with gratitude. “Thank you, amma. I’ll take care of it.”
Sunandha laughed softly. “No need to thank me, dear. You’re so innocent and pure, always thinking of others. I’m glad you’re stepping out and enjoying yourself for once.”
Purushotham, who had been quietly observing the exchange, glanced at Aruna, his expression unreadable. Aruna smiled at Sunandha, her voice tender and sweet. “I’ll make sure Purushotham eats well too.”
Sunandha waved them off cheerfully. “Good, good. Now go. Have fun, both of you!”
As Aruna led the way outside, her smile shifted ever so slightly—a small, knowing curve that Purushotham caught as they walked toward his car. He couldn’t help but wonder if he had underestimated her once again.
Continued in part 2

[sexonmind]

Part 2 of chapter 7


Purushotham and Aruna headed to a fancy restaurant first, a place adorned with warm golden lights, polished interiors, and a soft hum of classical music in the background. Purushotham, though slightly unsure at first, found himself relaxing as Aruna effortlessly took charge, ordering food and cracking lighthearted jokes to ease the mood. She was radiant under the soft lights—her smile infectious, her manner confident yet inviting.
Their conversation flowed easily over dinner. Purushotham couldn’t deny it—he was genuinely enjoying himself. Aruna shared funny stories, teasing him occasionally, while he opened up about his college days and friends, something he hadn’t done in a long while. For every sly comment she made, he found himself smiling despite his better judgment. The tension he had once felt around her was beginning to melt away.
As they left the restaurant, Purushotham glanced at his watch. “It’s getting late. Should I drop you back?”
Aruna shook her head with a playful smile. “The night is still young. There’s a second show at the theater nearby. Come on, let’s catch it.”
Purushotham hesitated for a moment but relented with a small grin. “Alright. Your treat for dragging me into this?”
Aruna rolled her eyes dramatically. “Of course. I’ll even buy you popcorn.”
The movie was a breezy family entertainer, filled with humor and light moments. Sitting next to Aruna, Purushotham found himself laughing freely, his shoulders relaxed. Aruna, ever expressive, would nudge him playfully during funny scenes and toss popcorn at him when he teased her back. The theater echoed with laughter and chatter as they enjoyed the lighthearted scenes, and Purushotham found himself genuinely comfortable in Aruna's company. She was engaging, witty, and far more charming than he had allowed himself to admit before. Every joke she cracked and every teasing glance she threw at him chipped away at his reservations.The shared laughter and ease between them felt natural, leaving Purushotham surprised at how much he was enjoying her company.
By the time the movie ended, it was late into the night, and the streets were nearly empty as they drove back to the quarters. The car was filled with a quiet stillness, their earlier laughter replaced by a subtle, lingering tension.
As they stepped out of the theater, Purushotham suggested with a hint of hope in his voice, "Or should we head back to my place?"
Her heart skipped a beat, but she maintained her cool demeanor, nodding in agreement. "Sure, let's go."
Once they stepped into Purushotham’s apartment, the electricity between them was palpable. Without a word, he reached out and cupped her face in his hands, drawing her closer. Aruna’s breath hitched in anticipation as she felt the warmth of his mouth on hers. His kiss was demanding yet gentle, a silent declaration of desire that she couldn’t resist. She responded eagerly, her soft lips melding against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, and she parted them with a low moan, allowing him access to the warm cavern of her mouth. Their kiss grew more intense, a dance of passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks. The taste of him—his unique blend of mint and masculine flavor—was intoxicating, making her want more. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and waist before finding the pallu of her sari. With a deft movement, he began to unravel the delicate fabric, exposing the tantalizing expanse of her bare back. As the sari fell away, revealing her lush, voluptuous figure, Purushotham’s eyes darkened with hunger. He knew that tonight, all the unspoken desires and yearnings would come to the forefront.
Purushotham’s kisses grew more fervent, leaving a trail of fire down Aruna’s neck and shoulders as he carefully unhooked the blouse of her sari. He took his time, savoring the moment as he bared her soft, creamy flesh to the cool air. Her breasts were round and full, the pinkish-brown areolae tightening into hardened peaks as he took one in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nipple. Aruna moaned, her body swaying slightly as she felt the wetness between her thighs. He kissed and nibbled along the curve of her breasts, his hands kneading the soft mounds before moving down to her waist, his fingertips brushing the elastic of her panties. With a gentle tug, he slid the fabric down, exposing her bare pussy—beautifully trimmed and glistening with arousal. His cock throbbed in his pants, desperate to claim her once again, but he held back, wanting to savor every moment. He kissed along her navel, her stomach quivering under his touch, before dropping to his knees and spreading her legs apart. Aruna’s eyes fluttered shut as he breathed in her sweet scent, the musky aroma of her desire driving him wild. He kissed the inside of her thighs, his beard tickling her sensitive skin, before finally pressing his lips to her swollen clit. She gasped, her hands clutching his hair as he licked and sucked, teasing her with the tip of his tongue. The tension built within her, her hips moving in time with his ministrations. He knew she was close, her breathing ragged and her legs trembling, but he didn’t rush. Instead, he took his time, exploring her folds with his mouth, eager to make her come apart in his arms.
The scent of her body was indeed different this time around—more deliberate and alluring, as if she had bathed in a pool of exotic oils and essences. Purushotham felt a jolt of excitement as he inhaled the fragrance, which seemed to have been crafted just for him. Her skin was velvety smooth, and as he kissed his way down her body, her sweet scent grew stronger, a seductive siren’s call that had him hardening in his pants. He knew Aruna had put thought into this evening, and it only served to amplify his desire for her. His mouth found her pussy again, her soft moans of pleasure urging him on. He could feel the wetness coating his face as he worked her with his tongue, exploring every inch of her with a newfound dedication. She tasted of honey and spice, a delicious cocktail of passion that had him groaning against her. Her legs trembled, and she wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer as she neared the edge of climax. Purushotham could feel her pussy clenching around his tongue, the walls tightening and releasing as she gasped for air. He knew she was close, and he wasn’t about to let her go without taking her there. With one final, deep plunge, he sucked hard on her clit, and she shuddered, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her orgasm was a symphony of sensation that he felt in every fiber of his being, a testament to the power of their connection. As she came down from the peak, her breathing ragged and her body limp, Purushotham looked up at her with a smug smile. The evening was still young, and he had every intention of making it one they’d both remember for a very long time.
Purushotham’s eyes rolled back in his head as Aruna took his cock in her hand, her grip firm yet gentle. She looked down at him with a seductive gaze, her full, glossy lips parting into a smile as she bent down. He watched in awe as she took the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deeper. She was no novice; her technique was flawless, each suck and stroke bringing him closer to the brink of ecstasy. His eyes never left hers as she bobbed up and down, her cheeks hollowing out with the effort, her saliva coating his shaft. He felt the tension in his balls tighten, his breath quickening as she worked him with the skill of a seasoned seductress. Her eyes never left his, filled with an intensity that told him she wanted this as badly as he did. It was a heady mix of power and vulnerability, and he could feel his control slipping away with every pass of her mouth. He groaned, his hips jerking slightly as she took him to the back of her throat, her nose pressing against his pubic hair. He could feel the walls of her throat contract around him, and it was all he could do not to come right then and there. Instead, he gritted his teeth, savoring the sensation as she pulled back, her mouth creating a delicious vacuum before taking him deep again. This was going to be a night of pure, unbridled passion—a night that neither of them would ever forget.
Purushotham watched Aruna's skilled ministrations with a mix of amazement and lust, his eyes glazed over as he felt his orgasm building. He knew she was no amateur, and the thought of her vast sexual experience only fueled his desire. Her mouth was a warm, wet heaven, and her hand on his shaft was a masterpiece of gentle strokes and squeezes that matched the rhythm of her sucking. Each time she took him deep, her throat muscles constricting around his cock, he understood she was savoring the moment as much as he was. He could feel himself losing control, his hips involuntarily bucking against her face as she worked him with a passion that seemed to have no end. It was a symphony of pleasure, and he knew this night would be etched into their memories, a testament to the unspoken desires that had been festering between them for so long. The room was filled with their mingled breaths and the wet sounds of her mouth on his skin, a symphony of passion that grew louder and more intense with each passing second. Aruna’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous delight as she watched him, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him deep again, her own need growing with every moan he couldn’t hold back. The air was thick with the scent of sex, and it was all he could do not to explode in her mouth right then and there. But he had plans for her, and he wasn’t about to let this end so soon. With a final, almost painful pull, he withdrew from her and stood, pulling her to her feet.
"Let’s take this to the bedroom," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Aruna’s smile was a promise of things to come. "I thought you’d never ask."
They stumbled down the hallway, their clothes falling away in a haze of need. The bed beckoned them, a soft, inviting cocoon of silk sheets and plush pillows that seemed to have been designed for their pleasure. As they fell onto it, the tension between them snapped like a tightly drawn bow, and they were lost in each other's arms, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time—a dance that spoke of passion and lust, love and desire, all rolled into one explosive encounter. They kissed again, their tongues mating with an urgency that belied their earlier tenderness. Purushotham’s hand found her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple, making it peak and harden under his touch. Aruna’s hands roamed his back, her nails digging into his skin as she arched her body into his. His other hand traveled down her spine to cup her ass, squeezing the soft flesh and pulling her closer to him. He could feel her wetness, her pussy begging for his touch, and he knew that tonight would be a feast for both of them. He slid a finger along her slit, feeling the heat and wetness that greeted him, making him want to plunge deep inside her. But he held back, knowing that anticipation was a sweet torture that would only make their eventual union more exquisite. Instead, he teased her clit with gentle flicks, watching as her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure. This was going to be a night of no boundaries, a night where they would explore each other’s bodies without reservation, leaving nothing untouched, no desire unfulfilled. And as he slid his finger inside her, feeling her tightness clench around him, he knew that this was just the beginning of a journey that would take them to the very heights of ecstasy.
Aruna, her eyes still closed in pleasure, reached for the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. She handed it to Purushotham with a knowing smile, and without breaking their passionate kiss, she whispered, “Use this.”
Purushotham’s heart skipped a beat at her assertiveness, and he eagerly tore the packet open with his teeth. He rolled the condom onto his rock-hard cock with practiced ease, feeling the coolness of the latex against his hot skin. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock pressing against her wetness. Aruna looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, and she spread her legs wider, inviting him in. He took a deep breath, trying to hold back his need to plunge into her, and instead, he pushed in slowly, feeling her tight pussy stretch around him. As he filled her completely, they both let out a guttural moan that seemed to echo through the room.

He began to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his hips rocking back and forth as he pushed deeper with each stroke. Aruna’s hands clawed at the sheets, her back arching as he hit all the right spots. She was tight, so tight, and the sensation was driving him wild. Her moans grew louder, and he knew she was close. He leaned down, kissing her neck and whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he sped up, his thrusts becoming more powerful. She met his rhythm, her hips rising to meet his, her breaths coming in short gasps.
The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, mingling with their desperate moans and the slick sound of their bodies moving as one. He watched as she threw her head back, her long hair cascading over the pillow, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He reached down to pinch her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, and she cried out, her body tensing as she came. The walls of her pussy clamped down around his cock, and he could feel her pulsating with the force of her orgasm.
The sight was too much for Purushotham to handle, and with a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, his own orgasm ripping through him. He came with a roar, filling the condom as he pumped into her, his body shaking with the intensity of his release. They stayed like that for a moment, both lost in the aftermath of their passion, their hearts racing and their breaths mingling in the quiet of the night.
As Purushotham pulled out, the condom still stretched around his now-softening cock, he couldn't help but think about how different this encounter felt compared to the first time. There was an intensity to it that was almost overwhelming, a connection that seemed to have grown stronger despite the secrecy and tension that surrounded their situation. He looked down at Aruna, her chest heaving with the aftermath of her climax, and felt a strange mix of satisfaction and unease.
As they both caught their breath, Aruna reached up and gently traced her fingers along Purushotham’s sweat-dampened forehead. He looked down at her, a question in his eyes. She gave him a knowing smile, the corners of her mouth curving upwards. "How did you know to get a condom?"
Aruna leaned in, her voice a seductive whisper. "Oh, I know how guys like you are, Purush," she said playfully, her tone tinged with a hint of challenge. "Always ready for action without thinking about the consequences."
Purushotham chuckled, a flush rising to his cheeks. "And what makes you think that?"
Aruna chuckled and without answering his question she sat up, pushing her hair out of her eyes and said "Amma would be waiting for me. Drop me home?"
The shift in the conversation was sudden, and Purushotham could feel the reality of their situation crashing back down around them. He nodded, his voice gruff. "Of course."

They dressed quickly, the air thick with the tension of unspoken words. As they made their way out of the hotel room, Purushotham couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding. The lines between their friendship, their desires, and their obligations had become blurred, and he knew that the path ahead was fraught with complications. But for now, all he could do was hold her hand and drive her home, the warmth of her skin grounding him in the present moment.
In the car, the silence was palpable, filled with the echoes of their passionate whispers and the pounding of their hearts. Aruna leaned her head against the window, watching the city lights blur past them, lost in her thoughts. Purushotham’s eyes remained on the road, his mind racing with a tumult of emotions. What had they started tonight? And more importantly, where would it lead them?
As they pulled up to Sunandha’s quarters, the tension grew even more pronounced. Aruna turned to him, her eyes searching his. "Thank you for the movie, Purush. It was... an interesting evening."
He nodded, unable to find the right words. "You're welcome."
“Goodnight, Purushotham,” she said softly before stepping out of the car.
Purushotham sat there for a long moment, staring at the empty passenger seat, his mind spinning. Whatever had just happened had shaken him. And somewhere deep down, he knew—this was only the beginning.
Aruna rang the doorbell, the faint chime echoing through the quiet quarters. A moment later, Sunandha opened the door, dressed in her nightwear and looking relaxed but slightly drowsy. She smiled warmly at Aruna.
“You’re back late,” Sunandha said gently, stepping aside to let Aruna in. “How was the evening?”
Aruna, her expression calm and sweet, untied the delicate pallu of her sari dbangd over her shoulder as she walked in. “It was lovely, amma. We had dinner and watched a movie. Purushotham really enjoyed himself too,” she added lightly, as though recounting an innocent evening.
Sunandha smiled approvingly. “Good, good. I’m glad you both had fun. It’s nice to see you getting out and enjoying yourself, Aruna. You deserve it after everything.”
Aruna tilted her head slightly, giving a soft, modest smile. “Thank you, amma. You’re always so kind.”
Sunandha nodded affectionately, stifling a yawn. “Alright, get some rest. You must be tired after such a long evening.”
“Goodnight, amma,” Aruna said softly, her tone sweet as honey.
As Sunandha turned to head into her bedroom, Aruna followed her gaze for a moment, her expression unreadable. Once Sunandha disappeared behind her door, Aruna walked toward her own room.
Just as she reached the threshold, her composed demeanor shifted. A slow, sinister smile curled on her lips—dark, deliberate, and filled with satisfaction. Her eyes gleamed faintly under the dim hallway light as she slipped into her room, shutting the door softly behind her.
For Aruna, the night had gone exactly as she had planned.

End of chapter 7

[tweeny_fory]

wow bro.. what a fantastic writing skill you got
first hats off to the wonderful writing and narration, detailing every emotions and scenes.

big thanks for the wonderful journey
coming to the story, the true face of aruna is know now... thought that babu had moved away and the plan of aruna is lost, but the end which you bought still makes us wonder WHAT HAS ARUNA PLANNED?

Keeping us to the hook and happy writing.

take your time and we will be waiting

[sexonmind]

Chapter 8: The Old and the New Shadows

Rani opened the bathroom door and stepped out, a cloud of warm mist followed her into the room. She wrapped herself in a crisp white towel. Babu, sitting on the edge of the bed, with nothing but underwear on his body, looked up. His gaze met hers, and for a brief moment, the room felt charged with unspoken tension.

The lodge room in the outskirts of the city was modest but clean, with soft yellow lighting and a faint smell of freshly laundered sheets.

Rani smiled softly, adjusting the towel around herself. "I hope you weren’t waiting too long," she said, her voice teasing but carrying a hint of vulnerability.

Babu shook his head, his voice steady but warm. "Not at all."

Slowly, almost reverently, Babu rose to his feet, his eyes never leaving Rani's. He stepped closer, his heart thumping in his chest. He reached out and, with a gentle tug, unraveled the towel from her body. It fell to the floor, revealing her soft, supple curves. Her breasts, with their pebbled nipples, bounced slightly from the sudden release, and he couldn’t help but let out a low, appreciative groan. Rani’s skin was the color of warm caramel, glistening slightly from the moisture of the shower. Her cute little belly with a deep navel begged to be kissed.

Her legs, thick and fluffy, stretched out before him like an invitation. Babu’s gaze traveled down, taking in the beauty of her feminine mound. Her pussy, hidden by a patch of dark curls, was already glistening with excitement. The sight of her made him painfully hard, and his cock strained against his underware, eager to be free.

He reached out and cupped one of her breasts, feeling its weight and heat in his hand. His thumb flicked over the nipple, and she gasped, her eyes fluttering closed. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her neck. His other hand slid down her side, over her hip, and came to rest on the softness of her inner thigh.

Babu couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He guided Rani to lie back on the bed, her legs spread wide in eager invitation. He stepped out of his underwear, revealing his thick, pulsing cock, which stood tall and proud. The room grew even hotter as Rani's eyes widened at the sight of it, her own arousal painting her cheeks a delicate shade of pink. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock teasingly close to her wet pussy. She moaned, arching her back and pushing her hips up slightly to meet him. Babu took a deep breath, savoring the moment, before he plunged into her. Her walls enveloped him in a warm, wet embrace, and she took him in with a gasp. Despite their past sessions, the sheer size of him never failed to astonish her. Rani's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she adjusted to his length and girth. His cock stretched her open, filling her completely, and she could feel every vein and ridge as he began to move. Her pussy gripped him tightly, as if begging for more. He groaned, his own pleasure mirroring hers, and the sound of their bodies coming together filled the room. The headboard of the bed creaked softly in time with their rhythm, a testament to their building passion.

Babu’s rhythmic thrusts grew more intense as he watched Rani’s face contort with pleasure. Her breathing grew ragged, and her nails dug into his back. He could feel the tension building within her, her muscles tightening around his shaft. With a final, powerful push, he hit the deepest part of her, and she shattered into a million pieces, screaming out his name as she came. Her orgasm washed over him like a wave, her pussy pulsing and clenching around his cock in the most delicious way. Yet, despite the overwhelming urge to climax, Babu held back. He wasn’t done with her yet. He slowed his pace, allowing her to ride the waves of pleasure before picking up again, eager to show her the depths of ecstasy he could take her to. Her eyes, which had been tightly closed, fluttered open to meet his, a silent question hanging in the air. He grinned, his teeth glinting in the dim light. "Oh, Rani," he whispered, "we’re just getting started." He leaned in to kiss her, his tongue delving deep into her mouth as his hips began to move again, setting a pace that was both gentle and insistent. His cock, still rock hard, slid in and out of her with ease, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge once more. Her moans grew louder, her body moving in sync with his, their hearts beating as one. The room was a symphony of desire, with the slick sounds of their passion echoing off the walls. Babu’s hand slid down to her clit, and he began to rub it in tight circles, feeling her body tense beneath him. Rani’s eyes went wide, and she arched her back, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Her orgasm built again, and Babu knew it was going to be even more explosive than the first. He was going to make her come so hard, she’d never forget this night. And when she did, her pussy tightening around him like a vice, her cries of pleasure ringing in his ears, he’d finally let himself go, filling her with his seed, claiming her in the most primal way possible. But for now, he enjoyed the ride, his own release just within reach, as he brought her closer and closer to the peak of pleasure.

Withdrawing his cock from her tight pussy, Babu’s eyes smoldered with lust as he watched Rani gracefully turn around, presenting her plump, round ass to him. She arched her back, her long hair cascading down and brushing against the bed as she positioned herself on all fours, her wetness glistening in the soft light. Her pussy, still quivering from the intensity of her recent climax, was now a slick invitation for him to take her again. He stepped closer, his cock still hard and demanding, and gripped her hips firmly. With a low growl, Babu guided himself back into her, this time from behind. The angle was new, the sensation even more intense. Rani moaned deeply, pushing back to meet his every thrust, her ass jiggling with each deep penetration. He could see her pussy stretch around his length, the sight of which only made him want to pound into her harder. His balls slapped against her with every stroke, and she whimpered, her walls contracting around him as she felt another orgasm building. The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin and their mingled moans, a testament to their unbridled passion. Babu’s cock felt like it was on fire, his movements becoming more urgent as he watched Rani’s body respond to his every touch. He knew he was close to the edge, his balls tightening with the promise of release. But he was determined to make her come again before he allowed himself the same pleasure. He reached around, his hand finding her clit and teasing it mercilessly as he fucked her from behind. Her cries grew louder, and her body began to shake as she climbed higher and higher.

Babu's strokes grew faster, his breathing more ragged as he felt the inevitable climax approaching. Rani, her cheeks flushed and eyes glazed with pleasure, pushed back into him, her pussy clenching and releasing in a rhythmic dance that was driving him wild. With one final, powerful thrust, he pulled out, his cock thick and slick with her juices. He stepped back slightly, his hand still wrapped around his shaft, and watched as ropes of cum arced through the air, landing with a hot splatter across her round, pert ass cheeks. She moaned and whimpered, her body still pulsing from her recent orgasm, as he painted her with his seed. Each drop that hit her skin sent a new jolt of pleasure through her, making her want to push herself back onto his cock once more. But Babu had other plans. He stroked himself, watching as his cum slowly slid down her curves, mesmerized by the erotic sight before him. His hand slowed, and he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her lower back as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, Rani. So perfect." The room was filled with the scent of sex and desire, and the warmth of his cum on her skin only served to heighten her arousal. They lay there for a moment, panting and spent, their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs.

Rani sat on the edge of the bed, her towel loosely wrapped around her, droplets of sweat still glistening on her skin. She looked at Babu, who was sitting quietly beside her, his expression a mixture of contentment and anticipation. Taking a deep breath, she broke the silence.

"Babu," she began, her voice soft but steady, "we need to talk. We can’t keep doing this."

Babu’s brow furrowed, his smile fading. "What do you mean, Rani? What’s wrong?"

She turned toward him, her expression serious yet tender. "It’s not fair—to Ashok, to my family, and even to you. I know we’ve been having amazing moments together, and I’ll cherish them, but this... it’s becoming too much to handle."

Babu leaned forward, his voice filled with concern. "Rani, are you saying you don’t want to see me anymore?"

Rani sighed, brushing her damp hair back. "It’s not about wanting, Babu. It’s about reality. Look at what we’re doing—two times a week, we both travel for hours just to meet here in secret. You come all the way from college, and I have to make up stories for Ashok and my family. It’s not just exhausting—it’s expensive. Between the travel, the lodge, and everything else, it’s draining, Babu. And I have responsibilities—a husband, a child. I can’t keep sneaking away like this."

Babu’s face fell, and he looked down at his hands. "I thought we were happy. I thought this meant something to you, Rani."

"It does," she said, reaching out to hold his hand. "You mean a lot to me, Babu. But happiness that comes at such a cost—it can’t last. Every time I come here, I feel the weight of what I’m doing. And every time I leave, I’m left wondering how long before Ashok starts to suspect. I have a two-year-old son waiting at home. Can you imagine how hard it is to look into his eyes after a day like this?"

Babu’s jaw tightened as her words sank in. He nodded slowly but couldn’t hide the hurt in his voice. "I just didn’t think it would end like this."

Rani offered him a sad smile. "I didn’t either. But it’s getting harder, Babu. The lies, the excuses—they’re piling up. And the money we’re spending on these trips and this lodge—it’s starting to weigh on me. We both have other responsibilities, other lives we need to focus on. It’s not sustainable, no matter how much we care about each other."

The room grew quiet, the weight of her words settling over them like a blanket. Babu nodded, his throat too tight to speak.

Rani leaned closer, pressing her forehead against his. "I’ll always remember you, Babu. But this has to be our last chapter. For both our sakes."

As the night stretched on, they chose to embrace the fleeting time they had left, pushing the pain of goodbye to the back of their minds, at least for now.

The next few days weighed heavily on Babu. The lodge meetings with Rani had come to an abrupt end, leaving a void he didn’t know how to fill. The silence of his routines felt louder, and the loneliness sharper. Seeking solace, he decided to confide in someone he trusted.

One evening, while pacing in his dorm room, Babu called Purushotham. As the call connected, Babu hesitated, his voice low and uncertain. "Purush... I need to talk to you about something."

Purushotham’s tone was light, as always. "What’s up, Babu? You sound serious."

Babu sighed, gathering his thoughts. "It’s about Rani. We... we were having an affair. I know it wasn’t right, but... it’s over now."

There was a pause on the other end before Purushotham spoke, his voice calm but slightly surprised. "Rani? The same Rani from your house? Wow, I didn’t see that coming."

Babu felt a mix of relief and embarrassment as he continued. "I didn’t plan for it to happen, Purush. It just did. And now... I don’t know how to deal with this. I feel... empty."

Purushotham chuckled softly, his tone reassuring. "Babu, listen to me. You’re young. These things happen. It’s a part of growing up and figuring out who you are. Trust me, this is just an affair—it’s not the end of the world. Don’t let it weigh you down so much."

"But it felt... I don’t know... important," Babu said, his voice tinged with emotion.

"It might have felt that way," Purushotham replied gently. "But it’s not love, Babu. It’s an experience, a moment in your life. You’ll have many more of these as you grow. And one day, you’ll meet someone you truly love—someone you’ll want to share your life with. That’s what really matters."

Babu stayed quiet, absorbing Purushotham’s words.

Purushotham continued, his tone encouraging. "You’re just starting to explore life, Babu. Don’t let one chapter define you. Learn from it, grow from it, and keep moving forward. You’ll see—it’ll all make sense one day."

Babu nodded, though Purushotham couldn’t see him. "Thanks, Purush. I guess I needed to hear that."

"Anytime, Babu. You know I’m here for you. Just remember—life’s too short to dwell on what’s past. Look ahead, and don’t be afraid to live a little."

As the call ended, Babu felt a bit lighter. Purushotham’s words didn’t erase the pain, but they gave him a new perspective—a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something bigger.

Purushotham decided to pay Rani a visit after his conversation with Babu. He found her at home, busy folding clothes while her child played in the corner. The sight of her startled expression when she saw him at the door was almost amusing.

"Sir! What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice laced with apprehension.

Purushotham stepped inside with a reassuring smile. "Relax, Rani. I just came to talk."

Rani guided him to a seat, nervously offering tea, but Purushotham waved it off. "No need for that. Let’s just talk."

As soon as they sat down, he came straight to the point. "Babu told me everything about your... relationship."

Rani froze, her face draining of color. "Sir, I... I swear it was a mistake. But it’s over now. I—"

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Before she could finish, Purushotham leaned forward and pulled her into a warm, friendly hug. The gesture took her completely off guard.

"Thank you, Rani," he said sincerely, pulling back to look at her bewildered face.

"Th-thank me?" she stammered.

"Yes," Purushotham said, smiling gently. "You don’t need to explain anything or feel guilty. I don’t care about what happened between you and Babu, or even if it’s truly over. What matters to me is that you helped him change. The stubborn, brooding Babu I’ve known for so long is finally seeing things differently. And for that, Rani, I owe you."

Rani stared at him, stunned. "I know you value Babu's friendship, sir, but... I didn’t realize it meant this much to you."

Purushotham chuckled, a hint of emotion in his voice. "It does. He’s more than a friend—he’s like family. And thanks to you, I feel like I’ve got my Babu back."

Before Rani could respond, Purushotham handed her a large set of gift covers.

"Sir, what’s this?" she asked hesitantly.

"Just some small tokens of appreciation," Purushotham said lightly. "There are toys for your little one, new clothes for all of you, fresh fruits, dry fruits, sweets, cakes, and even some cash. Please, take it."

Rani immediately shook her head. "No, sir, I can’t accept this. It’s too much."

Purushotham raised a hand, stopping her protest. "Rani, you have to accept it. This isn’t about putting a price on your relationship with Babu. I’d never do that. It’s just... you’re part of our circle now. Even though things are over between you and Babu, he still cares for you. And so do I. We take care of our own."

Rani blinked back tears, overwhelmed by the gesture. She hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. "Thank you, sir. I don’t know what to say."

"Just promise me one thing," Purushotham said, his tone soft yet firm. "If you ever need anything—anything at all—you come to us. No questions asked."

Rani nodded again, this time with more conviction. As Purushotham left, she stood at the door, holding the gift covers, her heart lighter yet conflicted. In her mind, she couldn’t help but wonder how she had earned such kindness despite her mistakes.

It had been a year since Narendra’s passing, and the household was immersed in preparations for the solemn occasion of his first death anniversary. Sunandha, with the steady support of Purushotham and her trusted staff, orchestrated every detail to ensure the ceremony adhered to their traditions.

The house buzzed with activity—staff arranging the seating, Rani overseeing the kitchen preparations, and Purushotham managing logistics with precision. Despite the outward commotion, a solemn atmosphere hung over the quarters.

Aruna approached Sunandha, who was seated in the living room, reviewing a checklist with Purushotham. She hesitated at the doorway before stepping forward.

"Amma," Aruna began softly, her voice carrying a tone of uncertainty.

Sunandha glanced up, her expression immediately warm and welcoming. "Yes, Aruna? Come in."

Aruna stepped closer, clasping her hands nervously. "Amma, I was wondering... would it be alright if I went to my brother’s house during the ceremony? He’s also performing rituals for our father, and I feel I should be there."

Sunandha paused for a moment, studying Aruna with a thoughtful expression. Then, to Aruna’s surprise, Sunandha smiled warmly and reached out to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Of course, Aruna," Sunandha said gently. "It’s only right for you to be there with your brother and sister during such an important time. They will need your support, and your father would have wanted you to honor his memory with them too."

Aruna blinked, momentarily taken aback by Sunandha’s understanding. "Thank you, Amma," she said softly. "I didn’t expect you to say that."

Sunandha chuckled lightly. "Aruna, this family values tradition and respect, but we also value each other’s bonds. You have every right to be with your brother. We’ll manage things here, don’t worry."

Purushotham, who had been quietly listening, chimed in with a smile. "Don’t worry, Aruna. Everything will run smoothly here. Amma has everything under control, as always."

Aruna smiled, feeling a sense of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Amma. I’ll make sure to come back as soon as I can."

"Take your time," Sunandha said. "These rituals are about connection and remembrance. Be with your family."

With a lighter heart, Aruna excused herself to make the necessary arrangements for her trip.

Babu arrived home just a day before the ceremony, stepping into the bustling quarters where preparations were in full swing. The scent of freshly prepared sweets and incense mingled in the air, and the quiet hum of activity was a testament to the care that had gone into organizing the event.

As he set his bag down in the living room, Purushotham greeted him with a warm smile. "Finally, the guest of honor arrives," he joked lightly.

Babu grinned, the weariness of his journey momentarily lifting. "Thank You so much. I know I should’ve come earlier, but college had me tied up. I’m glad you were here to take care of everything."

Purushotham waved off the gratitude with a chuckle. "You know Amma wouldn’t have let anything go awry, even without me. I was just here to assist."

Babu turned to Sunandha, who was busy instructing the staff on the final arrangements. He approached her with a soft smile. "Amma, everything looks perfect. You managed this so well."

Sunandha looked up, her face lighting up at the sight of her son. "Babu, it’s your father’s memory we’re honoring. This is the least I could do. And Purushotham has been a tremendous help, as always."

Babu glanced around, noticing Rani overseeing the kitchen staff and the neatly arranged seating area in the hall. He felt a pang of guilt for not being there earlier but also immense gratitude for the people who had stepped in.

As the evening unfolded, Babu found a quiet moment to speak with Purushotham. "I really appreciate everything you’ve done. Amma keeps telling me how much easier things were with you around."

Purushotham placed a reassuring hand on Babu’s shoulder. "You’re family, Babu. That’s what we do. Now stop thanking me and focus on what’s important—paying tribute to Uncle's memory."

Babu nodded, his respect for Purushotham deepening. With his arrival, the family felt complete, ready to honor Narendra’s legacy together.

On the day of the ceremony, the quarters were filled with a somber yet warm atmosphere as family, friends, and acquaintances gathered to pay their respects to Narendra. The living room was adorned with garlands and incense, and the soft chanting of prayers echoed through the space, creating a reverent ambiance.

Among the attendees were several staff members, many of whom had brought their families to show their gratitude and respect for a man who had touched their lives in numerous ways. Srinu, Sunandha’s long-time and trusted attender, arrived with his wife and their 19-year-old daughter, Gita.

Gita stood out in the crowd. Dressed modestly in a simple yet elegant salwar kameez, she carried herself with a quiet confidence that belied her young age. Her bright eyes and poised demeanor reflected her intellect and the promise of a bright future.

Sunandha, noticing their arrival, approached them with a warm smile. "Srinu, it’s so good to see you and your family. Gita, how are your studies going?"

Gita folded her hands respectfully. "Namaste, Madam. They’re going well, thanks to your and Sir’s support. I wouldn’t have made it into such a prestigious college without your encouragement."

Srinu, clearly proud, nodded but was too emotional to respond. His wife, however, chimed in, "Madam, we’ll always be grateful to you and Sir. Gita’s education is the biggest blessing in our lives."

Sunandha’s face softened, and she glanced at Srinu. "Your daughter’s success is her own, Srinu. Narendra and I only wanted to ensure she had every opportunity to shine. You’ve raised her well."

Sunandha smiled warmly at Gita but then shook her head. "What is this new 'Madam' talk, Gita?" she said gently. "Call me Aunty, as you always did."

Gita blinked, a slight flush of embarrassment crossing her face. "I’m sorry, Aunty. It’s just… it feels more respectful."

Sunandha chuckled softly. "You’ve grown up so much, Gita. But to me, you’ll always be the same—my Gita."

The conversation continued with a sense of familial warmth, but Sunandha’s pride in Gita lingered in her gaze.

As the ceremony continued, Srinu and his family mingled respectfully with the other attendees, a quiet reminder of Narendra’s legacy—not just within his family but in the lives of those he had supported and uplifted.

Gita, though humble, always took quiet pride in her beauty and intelligence. Her sharp mind and radiant looks had always drawn admiration, but she carried herself with grace, aware of her strengths but never boastful.

As the ceremony progressed, Srinu spotted Babu across the room and called out to him, "Babu, come here for a moment."

Gita’s ears perked up at the mention of Babu’s name. Memories of her childhood interactions with him flashed in her mind—a chubby, awkward boy with dark skin, always hiding behind his mother or books. She had not seen him in years, and she instinctively prepared herself for that familiar sight.

But when Babu walked over, Gita was taken aback. Gone was the boy she remembered. In his place stood a well-toned, muscular, and confident young man with sharp features and an easy smile. His presence radiated maturity and charm, leaving Gita momentarily speechless.

Babu, unaware of Gita’s surprise, greeted Srinu warmly. "Srinu, how are you? And how is your family?"

Srinu beamed with pride as he gestured to his wife and daughter. "We’re all doing well, Babu. Meet my daughter, Gita. You both used to play together when you were kids."

Babu turned his attention to Gita and smiled. "Of course, I remember. It’s been a long time. How are you, Gita?"

Gita, still recovering from her astonishment, managed a polite smile and folded her hands in greeting. "I’m doing well. It’s good to see you again."

Babu nodded, his tone friendly. "Good to see you too. You’ve grown up a lot."

As the conversation shifted back to the ceremony, Gita found herself stealing occasional glances at Babu, her earlier assumptions completely upended. The boy she had underestimated had transformed, and she couldn’t help but take notice.

During lunch, the dining area buzzed with soft chatter as attendees shared memories and meals. Amid the hum of voices and the clinking of plates, Babu and Gita found themselves seated at the same table, their earlier brief interaction opening the door for more conversation.

“So, Gita,” Babu began, smiling warmly as he reached for a glass of water, “what are you studying these days?”

“I’m in my second year of engineering at XXXXXXXX College,” Gita replied, her voice steady and confident. She glanced at him, curious to see his reaction.

Babu’s face lit up. “I know that college! It’s really close to mine. I’m doing my master’s at YYYYYYYY College, just a few streets away.”

“Really?” Gita’s surprise was genuine. “I had no idea. That’s such a coincidence.”

“Small world,” Babu said with a chuckle. “It’s great that you’re studying engineering. How are you finding it?”

“It’s challenging, but I enjoy it,” Gita admitted. “The workload is heavy, but I’ve always liked problem-solving, so it suits me.”

“That’s the spirit,” Babu said encouragingly. “If you ever need any help or just someone to talk to about balancing the chaos, let me know. I’ve been through the grind.”

Gita smiled, her initial shyness fading. “Thanks, Anna. I might take you up on that.”

They exchanged phone numbers casually, with Babu suggesting, “Why don’t we meet up over the weekend? Maybe grab coffee or something? It’d be nice to catch up and talk more.”

“That sounds good,” Gita replied, her tone bright. “It’ll be nice to know someone nearby.”

As lunch continued, the conversation between them flowed easily, marked by shared anecdotes and laughter. Their newfound connection felt natural, a blend of nostalgia and the promise of a growing friendship.

End of Chapter 8

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Chapter 9: Family Tides

In the bustling port town of Kakinada, the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore provided a serene backdrop to the solemn occasion. Venu, Aruna’s younger brother, was hosting a one-year remembrance ceremony for their late father at his modest yet spacious home. The house, adorned with traditional rangoli and garlands, buzzed with activity as family members gathered to pay their respects.

Venu, 35, a hardworking and amiable man, was in his element as he ensured everything was in place. His wife, Rachana, a kind-hearted woman with a warm smile, was busy managing the kitchen, directing the cooks, and ensuring everyone felt comfortable. Their daughters, Kavya, 8, and Harini, 4, played quietly in a corner, aware of the somber mood.

Aruna’s younger sister, Vani, 38, had arrived earlier with her husband, Bhaskar, a reserved but good-natured man in his early forties. Their children, 14-year-old Aditi and 10-year-old Abhinav, were well-behaved and mature beyond their years, offering their assistance wherever needed.

The ceremony went as smoothly as planned. The house was filled with the hum of conversations and the aroma of freshly prepared food. Relatives moved from room to room, sharing stories, offering prayers, and remembering Narendra fondly.

In the corner of the living room, Aruna stood with her maternal uncle, Sundar Rao. Their voices were hushed, their demeanor cautious as they ensured no one overheard them.

“How is your daughter, Uncle?” Aruna asked, offering a polite smile.

“She’s doing well,” Sundar Rao replied, his tone neutral. “She got into medical college. A lot of work ahead, but I’m proud of her.”

“That’s good to hear,” Aruna said, though her tone lacked genuine enthusiasm. She paused, her expression hardening as she leaned in slightly. “Uncle, I’ve been meaning to ask—why haven’t we made any progress? It’s been a year now.”

Sundar Rao glanced around before responding. “Why are you still staying with Sunandha? Shouldn’t you have made your move by now?”

Aruna exhaled sharply. “One of my plans failed,” she admitted, her frustration evident. “She’s more resilient than I thought. I need more time to come up with something new. If I leave now, it’ll look suspicious. Staying there gives me access to information.”

Sundar Rao nodded, but his expression remained wary. “You should tread carefully, Aruna. One misstep, and everything we’ve worked for could crumble.”

“Maybe it’s time we tell Venu and Vani about Dad’s will,” Aruna suggested, her voice firm. “They deserve to know. It could turn them against Sunandha and strengthen our position.” " No, Aruna this is not the right time " Said Sundar Rao.

Sundar Rao placed a hand on her lower hip, his touch subtle yet deliberate. Aruna stiffened slightly but maintained her composure, her expression unreadable. “Patience, Aruna,” he said softly, his voice carrying an intimate undertone. “One wrong move, and it’s all over. Trust me, I’ve handled more delicate situations before.”

She met his gaze, her eyes flickering with both defiance and intrigue. “I’ll wait for now, Uncle,” she replied, her voice low. “But don’t expect me to sit idle forever. When the time comes, I’ll act—with or without your support.”

Sundar Rao smirked, his hand lingering briefly. “That’s the fire I admire in you, Aruna. Just don’t let it consume you.”

Before she could walk away, he leaned in slightly and said casually, “We should talk more later—tonight, in private. There’s much we need to discuss.”

Aruna arched an eyebrow, her lips curling into a faint, knowing smile. “We’ll see, Uncle,” she said, her tone measured, her polite smile concealing the tension beneath. Sundar Rao leanedin even closer , his thoughts a swirl of ambition and the complex history they shared.

"Your pussy must be aching for a good fuck, darling," Sundar Rao murmured, his voice dripping with a mix of lust and authority. Aruna felt a shiver run down her spine, but she kept her smile firmly in place, her eyes locked on his. "It's been a year since anyone's had the pleasure of tasting that sweet nectar, isn't it?" He licked his lips, his gaze traveling down to her curvy figure, his eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts and the hint of her ample cleavage peeking through the neckline of her blouse. She could see his cock twitch in his pants, straining against the fabric as he imagined what lay beneath her sari.

"Don't worry about that, Uncle," she replied, her voice a seductive purr. "I assure you, it's been more than satisfied." Aruna's smile grew a bit wider, her teeth gently grazing her bottom lip. She knew he was baiting her, trying to gauge her willingness to indulge in the illicit desires that hung heavy in the air between them. But she wasn't going to make it easy for him. She enjoyed the power she held over him, the way his eyes darkened and his breath hitched every time she spoke of her sexual exploits without mentioning the specifics.

In the evening, after the ceremony, the family gathered at the dining table. The exhaustion of the day hung in the air, but the atmosphere was warm as they shared a simple meal.

Venu looked across the table at Aruna, his voice steady but gentle. “Akka, you’ve been away long enough. Come back home. You know you won’t be a burden to us.”

Bhaskar, sipping his water, nodded in agreement. “Venu’s right. You’ve done more than enough to take care of yourself. It’s time you let us take care of you.”

Vani, seated next to Bhaskar, glanced up from her phone briefly and nodded, but her attention quickly returned to the screen. Aruna noticed her indifference but chose to remain silent for the moment.

Instead, she leaned back in her chair, her tone sharp and decisive. “I’m not crazy, Venu. Do you think I enjoy staying with people I despise and being away from the ones I love?”

The room grew tense. Venu opened his mouth to respond, but Aruna continued, her voice firm. “I’m staying there because Sunandha needs to feel the consequences of what she did to our family. She has to suffer, and I will make sure of it.”

Rachana, seated next to Venu, shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Her expression betrayed her unease, but she remained silent, her eyes darting between the siblings.

Bhaskar glanced at Vani, who was still engrossed in her phone, then turned to Aruna. “Akka, I understand how you feel, but holding on to this anger... is it worth it? You deserve peace too.”

Aruna’s gaze softened slightly, but her resolve remained unshaken. “Peace will come, Bhaskar, but only when I’ve ensured justice for what was taken from us.”

The table fell silent. Each of them was lost in their own thoughts, the bonds of family stretched taut by shared grief, anger, and unspoken truths. Rachana reached for Venu’s hand under the table, squeezing it gently, while Vani remained detached, her attention still firmly fixed on her phone.

Aruna, however, was resolute. She had made her choice, and no amount of persuasion could shift her from the path she had set for herself.

The tension at the dining table gradually eased as the conversation shifted to the next day’s schedule. Bhaskar glanced at his watch and sighed. “Unfortunately, I’ll have to leave early tomorrow morning. My leaves are already over, and I can’t stretch them any further.”

Vani looked at him with mild disapproval. “You’re always in such a hurry. At least stay back and spend some time with us.”

Bhaskar gave her a faint smile. “You know how things are at work, Vani. I’ve already pushed it too far. But you and the kids should stay and enjoy yourselves for a couple more days.”

Vani nodded, looking at her son and daughter, who were sitting quietly at the end of the table. “We will. They’ve been asking about the beach ever since we came here. I promised them we’d visit before heading back.”

Venu chimed in, his tone encouraging. “Good. The beach isn’t too far, and it’ll be a nice way to relax after everything. Let me know if you need anything arranged.”

Rachana added, “I’ll pack some snacks for the kids. They’ll enjoy the trip more if they have something to munch on.”

Aruna, who had been listening silently, finally spoke, her voice measured. “It’s a good idea to take a break. The kids deserve some fun. Let them enjoy the beach.”

Rachana smiled politely but couldn’t hide her lingering discomfort from earlier. “It’s settled then. Vani, you’ll stay for two more days, and Bhaskar will leave tomorrow.”

The group exchanged a few more pleasantries about the logistics, and then the conversation drifted to lighter topics. Despite the earlier tension, the family seemed to find a brief moment of harmony as they discussed the children’s excitement about visiting the beach.

Aruna, however, remained quiet, her mind elsewhere. While her siblings and their families planned for the next couple of days, she couldn’t shake the weight of her unresolved plans and the lingering conflicts that bound them all together.

That night, after putting their daughters to bed, Rachana hesitated before sitting down beside Venu on the edge of their bed. The dim light of the bedside lamp softened her features, but her expression was serious.

“Venu,” she began, her voice quiet but firm, “I’ve been thinking about something... about Vadina.”

Venu looked up from his phone, his brow furrowed. “What about her?”

“She’s wasting her life on this idea of revenge against Sunandha. Don’t you think it’s time someone talked to her about moving on? About... getting settled again?”

Venu sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “Rachana, you know Aruna. She’s not the kind of person who listens to anyone. She’s stubborn, always has been.”

Rachana pressed on, her tone growing more urgent. “I understand that. But she’s 40 now, Venu. I know it’s not easy to find a match at her age, but she’s still beautiful, healthy, and capable of starting over. She deserves a new chance at life, away from all this bitterness.”

Venu shook his head, frustration evident in his voice. “You think I haven’t tried? I’ve talked to her countless times. She brushes it off every single time. Aruna’s mind is set on making Sunandha pay for whatever she thinks she did to our family. Until she lets go of that grudge, she won’t move forward.”

Rachana sighed deeply, her eyes glistening with concern. “I just feel bad for her. She’s wasting her best years consumed by anger. And what’s worse, this revenge she’s chasing—it’s not bringing her any peace. It’s only isolating her from everyone who loves her.”

Venu nodded, his expression softening. “I know. Believe me, I know. But you’ve seen how she is. She’s convinced this is what she needs to do.”

Rachana hesitated, then placed a hand on his arm. “Maybe it’s time to try a different approach. Not as her brother, but as someone who genuinely wants to see her happy. Maybe she needs to hear that from someone who doesn’t criticize her choices but offers her hope instead.”

Venu looked at her thoughtfully, considering her words. “You might be right,” he admitted after a long pause. “I’ll think about how to approach her. But don’t get your hopes up. Aruna doesn’t let go of things easily.”

Rachana smiled faintly, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. “That’s all I ask, Venu. Just try.”

As the night deepened, they both fell into silence, the weight of their concerns lingering in the quiet room.

As the conversation shifted, Venu leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Rachana, there’s something else I’ve been meaning to talk to her about. I want to bring up selling Dad’s property. If I could convince her to give me her share, it would be a huge help for our business.”

Rachana nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. “You’re right, Venu. It would really make a difference for us, especially with the expansion plans you’ve been talking about. But... even if she agrees, you know selling a property like that takes time.”

Venu sighed, his frustration visible. “I know, but I don’t see another way out of this financial strain. The market’s down, and our cash flow is tight.”

Rachana hesitated, then spoke softly, “Listen, Venu, I’ve been thinking... maybe you should consider taking a loan from my father. He’s always willing to help, and it could buy us some time until the property is sold.”

Her suggestion hit a nerve. Venu straightened up, his voice tinged with irritation. “How many times do I have to tell you, Rachana? I don’t want to take anything from your family. I’ve already told you this.”

Rachana looked startled but quickly composed herself. “I’m not saying we rely on them forever. It’s just a temporary solution, Venu. You know how generous my father is, and he wouldn’t think twice about helping us.”

Venu shook his head firmly, his voice steady but firm. “That’s exactly the problem. I don’t want him thinking he’s doing me a favor or that I can’t handle my own responsibilities. This is my family’s business, and I’ll manage it on my own terms.”

Rachana sighed, disappointment flickering in her eyes. “I understand your pride, Venu, but sometimes we have to set that aside for the sake of our family. Think about our daughters. They deserve stability, and if this can provide that...”

Venu cut her off, his tone softening slightly. “I know you mean well, Rachana. But this is my decision. I’ll find another way. I just need to convince Aruna first.”

Rachana nodded reluctantly, realizing the conversation was at an impasse. “Alright, Venu. But promise me you’ll consider every option carefully. For all of us.”

“I will,” he said, his voice quiet but resolute. “I always do.”

The tension lingered as they both prepared for bed, each lost in their own thoughts about the challenges ahead.

Continued in part 2

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Chapter 9 part 2

That evening, they all decided to have dinner at a buffet restaurant before heading home. The place was lively, filled with the sound of clinking cutlery and murmured conversations. Aditi and Abhinav were excitedly darting between the counters, marveling at the variety of dishes and piling their plates with an eclectic mix of food.

Aruna sat at the table, enjoying the children’s enthusiasm. Vani, however, appeared restless, glancing at her phone repeatedly. After a few minutes, she leaned closer to Aruna.

"Akka, can you keep an eye on the kids for an hour?" Vani asked hesitantly.

Aruna raised an eyebrow. "What’s going on, Vani? You’ve been glued to your phone all day, and now this. Are you going to tell me what’s happening?"

Vani fidgeted with her hands, avoiding eye contact. "I... I’ll explain later, Akka. Please, just this once. I need to step out for something important."

Aruna stared at her younger sister, noting the nervous tone in her voice and the urgency in her expression. She wanted to press for more details but decided against it. "Fine," she said with a sigh. "But you’d better have a good explanation when you get back."

Vani nodded quickly, her relief evident. She grabbed her purse and hurried out of the restaurant, leaving Aruna with the kids.

As Aruna watched Aditi and Abhinav return to the table with mismatched plates of desserts and main courses, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Something about Vani’s behavior didn’t sit right with her. She put on a smile for the children, though her mind raced with questions.

"Let’s eat, kids," Aruna said, pushing her concerns aside for the moment. Whatever Vani was up to, she would get to the bottom of it soon enough.

As Aditi returned to the table with a plate full of colorful desserts, she looked around curiously. "Pedamma, where’s Mom? She was here just a minute ago."

Aruna hesitated for a moment, glancing at Abhinav, who was too busy eating to notice the conversation. Forcing a smile, she said, "Oh, your mom just stepped out to get a gift for your dad. She’ll be back soon."

Aditi’s face lit up. "A gift? What kind of gift? Is it something special?"

Aruna nodded, trying to sound convincing. "Of course! She wanted it to be a surprise for him, so let’s not spoil it, okay?"

Aditi giggled, clearly excited by the idea. "Okay, I won’t tell Dad! I hope it’s something really cool."

Aruna smiled faintly, relieved that her niece bought the story. But deep down, the lie left a sour taste in her mouth. She wasn’t sure what Vani was really up to, but something told her it wasn’t as innocent as buying a gift.

For now, though, she focused on keeping the children entertained, even as her thoughts lingered on her sister’s mysterious behavior.

Outside the restaurant, Vani walked quickly to the agreed-upon spot where Suresh stood waiting. His tall frame and confident demeanor made him stand out even in the dim light of the street

"Vani," he greeted her warmly, his voice low and familiar

She glanced around nervously before taking his hand. "We don't have much time. Let's go."

Without another word, they made their way to the nearby hotel. The room was simple but private, and as the door closed behind them, the tension of the day seemed to dissolve. Suresh gently placed his hands on her shoulders, his touch firm yet tender.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice filled with both concern and desire.

Vani nodded, her gaze meeting his. "I need this," she whispered, her voice barely audible

Their embrace was cautious at first, as if testing the boundaries of what was allowed in this stolen moment. Suresh ran his fingers through her hair, and she leaned into him, finding solace in his presence. Slowly, their connection grew more passionate, their touches more urgent, as they sought comfort and escape in each other.

Vani allowed herself to let go of her usual restraints, her laughter soft and breathy as Suresh teased her about her nervousness. He kissed her gently, then with increasing intensity, as they found themselves lost in the moment,

Their intimacy was a mix of tenderness and passion, driven by the need to feel something beyond the routines and responsibilities of their lives. For Vani, it was a moment of freedom, fleeting yet profound.

With a sense of urgency that only heightened their desire, Suresh stepped back, unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, revealing his rock-hard cock that was already glistening with anticipation. His hands trembled slightly as he ripped open the condom packet with his teeth, rolling it expertly over his engorged member. Vani watched with a mix of trepidation and excitement as he approached her, his eyes burning with a hunger that she had never seen before. He spun her around, the silk of her sari whispering against her skin, and she felt the coolness of the room against her exposed midriff. With surprising strength, he hoisted her up, his hands cupping her full, round ass cheeks as he positioned her for the impending pleasure. Her heart raced as she felt the tip of his condom-covered shaft nudging at her wet pussy, which was already swollen and begging for his intrusion. The heady scent of their arousal filled the air as he pushed into her, the fabric of her sari bunched up around her waist, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her plump, shaved mound. He didn't waste any time, plunging deep into her, filling her completely, and she gasped with a mix of pleasure and pain. His grip tightened as he began to move, his hips thrusting rhythmically, sending waves of sensation crashing through her body. The angle was perfect, his cock hitting her G-spot with every stroke, making her moan and squirm in his arms. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, brushing against her bare skin, adding to the eroticism of the scene. Suresh's breath was hot on her neck as he whispered dirty words into her ear, his voice a gruff purr that sent shivers down her spine. He was a man on a mission, a man who knew exactly what he wanted and how to give it to her. And she was more than willing to receive it, her body moving in sync with his, her pussy clenching around his dick like a glove. The standing doggy style was new to her, but she found it incredibly arousing, the way he claimed her like this, her breasts swaying with every thrust, her nipples stiff and sensitive. The friction was unbearable, and she could feel her orgasm building, coiling tightly in her belly like a spring about to snap. The world around them faded away as they became lost in the primal dance of their bodies, each movement bringing them closer to the brink of ecstasy.

When the hour drew to a close, Vani sighed, adjusting her hair in the mirror. "I have to get back before anyone notices," she said softly.

Suresh nodded, a hint of regret in his expression. "Take care, Vani. And remember, I’m here if you need me."

She smiled faintly, her heart conflicted as she stepped out of the room and back into the real world.

That evening, after returning home, the children went to bed exhausted from their eventful day. Aruna and Vani sat in the living room, the silence between them thick with unspoken words. Finally, Aruna broke the quiet.

"Vani," she said, her tone calm but firm. "We need to talk."

Vani looked up, startled. "What about, Akka?"

"About today," Aruna replied, her eyes steady. "I noticed everything—the way you kept checking your phone, how you hurried out of the restaurant. I covered for you with Aditi, told her you went to get a gift for Bhaskar. But I need to say this—you have to be more careful, especially with Aditi growing up so quickly. She’s 14 now, and kids notice more than we think."

Vani’s face paled. She tried to laugh it off. "Akka, you’re overthinking. It was just a quick errand—"

"Stop," Aruna interrupted, her voice quiet but resolute. "Don’t insult my intelligence with silly excuses. I’m not judging you, Vani. Whatever is happening, it’s your life. But you need to handle it better—for the sake of your children, if nothing else."

Vani’s shoulders slumped as the weight of Aruna’s words sank in. "You’re right," she admitted softly. "I’ve just been... so unhappy, Akka. Bhaskar is distant, and sometimes I feel invisible."

Aruna reached out and placed a hand on her sister’s. "I’m not here to lecture you, Vani. Just don’t let your choices affect your kids. And remember, secrets have a way of coming out when you least expect it."

She pulled out a small box and handed it to Vani. "Here, take this."

"What is it?" Vani asked, confused.

"A watch," Aruna replied. "Give it to Bhaskar as a gift. It’ll match the story I told Aditi. Keep the lie consistent."

Vani stared at the box, tears welling in her eyes. "Thank you, Akka," she whispered.

"Don’t thank me," Aruna said, leaning back. "Just be smart, Vani. And careful."

As Vani left the room clutching the watch, Aruna sighed, a mix of emotions swirling within her. She didn’t condone Vani’s actions, but she understood the complexities of life all too well.

Continued in part 3

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Chapter 9 part 3

Aruna returned to Sunandha's house the following evening, carrying the air of someone who had successfully wrapped up a long and tiring task. She found Sunandha in the living room, going through a photo album.

"Everything went well in Kakinada," Aruna began, sitting across from her stepmother. "How was the ceremony here?"

Sunandha glanced up, a warm but tired smile on her face. "It went smoothly. A few relatives stayed longer than expected, but overall, it was peaceful. Look," she said, sliding the album toward Aruna. "These are some of the photos from the ceremony."

Aruna flipped through the pictures, her sharp eyes scanning each face. The familiar faces of relatives and acquaintances filled the pages until she stopped abruptly. Her gaze lingered on two men standing near the back of a group photo—Yedukondalu and Anand.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she masked her reaction with a casual smile. "Ah, I see everyone made it," she said, feigning indifference as she flipped to the next page.

Sunandha nodded, oblivious to Aruna's internal turmoil. "Yes, it was good to see so many people come together to honor Narendra's memory. Those two," she pointed at Yedukondalu and Anand in the photo, "seemed particularly close to him. They spoke a lot about the old days."

Aruna’s smile widened, though it didn’t reach her eyes. "How nice," she said, closing the album and handing it back to Sunandha. "It’s comforting to know people still remember him fondly."

But inside, her mind was racing. Yedukondalu and Anand... of all people.

She quickly composed herself and added, "It’s a good thing I went to Kakinada. It seems I avoided unnecessary drama here."

Sunandha raised an eyebrow. "Drama?"

"Oh, nothing," Aruna said, brushing it off with a laugh. "Just a thought."

As she went to her room, Aruna couldn’t help but smirk to herself. Her decision to attend the Kakinada ceremony instead of staying at Sunandha's had been a calculated one—and it had paid off. If she had been here, there was a real chance Yedukondalu or Anand might have brought up the scandal from her past, unraveling the carefully constructed life she was building.

For now, she had dodged the bullet. But Aruna knew she couldn’t rely on luck forever. Yedukondalu and Anand might not have said anything this time, but they were loose ends—and loose ends had a way of causing trouble when left untied.

Back at the college, Babu and Jasmine were sitting on the steps of their campus library, watching the sunset. Their usual spot. Jasmine sipped on her lemonade, while Babu tore pieces off a sandwich, tossing crumbs for the birds nearby.

“So,” Jasmine started, “how’s your brilliant plan for the group project going?”

Babu smirked. “Brilliant is the right word. Give me some credit.”

She rolled her eyes. “You haven’t started, have you?”

“Not the point,” he said with a laugh, dodging her question. “Anyway, let’s talk about you. Still working on getting rid of that ‘dangerous vibe’ you seem to have? Or are you fine scaring off all the guys on campus?”

Jasmine shot him a look. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who think I’m some femme fatale or something.”

Babu shrugged casually. “Not saying I do. But some might.”

She raised an eyebrow, curious. “Like who?”

“Well...” Babu hesitated, looking down at the crumbs on his hand. “Vicky, for one. He has a lot to say about you, you know. Like, how you’re way out of everyone’s league or whatever.”

Jasmine narrowed her eyes. “Wait, you’ve been talking to Vicky? What’s he been saying?”

Babu leaned back, sensing her growing interest. “Nothing much. Just... he mentioned your birthday. Said he stayed at your place that night.”

Jasmine paused mid-sip, her expression unreadable. “He told you that?”

“Yeah,” Babu said, looking at her carefully. “Not like he was bragging or anything. Just... mentioned it.”

She put her lemonade down, crossing her arms. “And you believed him?”

He shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I? I mean, it’s not a big deal. You’ve been friends forever, right? Makes sense.”

Jasmine stared at him, searching his face. “So, you’ve thought all this time that he stayed over... and you never brought it up? Never judged me?”

Babu tilted his head, confused. “Judged you for what? You’re an adult, Jasmine. Your life, your choices. I just figured it was none of my business.”

Her chest tightened at his words. For weeks, she’d noticed how Babu treated her—always friendly, teasing, but never disrespectful or condescending. He didn’t make her feel self-conscious, even when others whispered about her.

“Babu,” she began, her tone softening, “Vicky and I... we did try to be something more at one point. But it didn’t work. We’re just friends now. That night... he stayed over because he got drunk, and I didn’t want him driving. He slept on the couch. Nothing happened.”

Babu nodded slowly, his expression calm. “Figured it was something like that. Vicky’s lucky, though.”

“Lucky?” she echoed, surprised.

“Yeah,” he said with a smile. “To have you as a friend. You’re loyal, and you don’t let people push you around. That’s rare.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. She looked away, suddenly flustered. “You’re such a weirdo, you know that?”

“Thanks. I try,” he said with a grin, tossing the last crumb to a bird.

Jasmine couldn’t help but smile, but deep down, something shifted. Babu had thought the worst—believed the rumors—and yet, his behavior toward her never changed. He hadn’t judged her, hadn’t treated her differently.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, she realized for the first time that there was more to Babu than she’d given him credit for. A seed of something unfamiliar—admiration, maybe even affection—had been planted.

Few days later, Babu sat at the corner table of the café, scrolling through his phone while waiting for Gita, Their meeting was Setup over the phone last night.  A few minutes later, Gita walked in, carrying her bag slung over one shoulder. She spotted him immediately and waved with a smile.

“Babu Anna! Sorry, I’m late. Got stuck in class,” she said, sliding into the seat across from him.

“No worries,” Babu replied, setting his phone aside. “What’s up? You seem pretty busy these days.”

“Tell me about it!” Gita sighed, resting her chin on her hand. “This semester is killing me. Engineering’s no joke, you know? Assignments, projects, deadlines—it’s endless.”

Babu chuckled. “I don’t envy you. College life, huh? At least you’ve got some direction. I remember being clueless during my first year.”

“Clueless? You? Hard to believe,” Gita teased, her eyes twinkling. “What did you even do back then?”

“Let’s just say I spent more time figuring out what not to do,” Babu said with a grin. “But seriously, you’ll be fine. You’ve always been smart, and you’ve got that determination. Just don’t let the pressure get to you.”

Their conversation shifted to lighter topics—funny professors, campus gossip, and random stories from their childhoods. Gita found herself laughing more than she had in weeks.

As they were talking, a group of Gita’s friends passed by the café window. One of them nudged another. “Hey, isn’t that Gita? Who’s that guy she’s with?”

“Wow, he’s cute,” another whispered. “Think she’ll introduce us?”

Later that day, Gita’s friends cornered her in class. “Okay, spill! Who’s the guy you were with at the café?”

Gita blinked, startled. “Oh, you mean Babu Anna? He’s just a family friend.”

“Anna? Come on, Gita. He doesn’t look like an ‘Anna’ kind of guy. He’s seriously handsome!”

Gita brushed off their comments, but the teasing left her feeling self-conscious. The next few times she met Babu, she noticed her own hesitation before addressing him as “Anna.” Eventually, it slipped away entirely, and she just called him “Babu.”

Their meetings remained casual, but Gita began to pay closer attention to him—the way he spoke, the way he made her feel comfortable, and, most importantly, how he never judged her for anything. Slowly, their friendship deepened, and Gita found herself looking forward to their conversations more than ever before.

Back at the Government quarters in the quiet living room, where Aruna and Sunandha sit together. Sunandha is flipping through a magazine, while Aruna seems unusually thoughtful, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of the sofa.

“Amma,” Aruna began, breaking the silence.

Sunandha looked up, surprised by her tone. “Yes, Aruna? What’s on your mind?”

“I’ve been thinking… I want to start working.”

Sunandha’s eyes widened with delight, and she set the magazine aside. “That’s a wonderful decision, Aruna! I’ve always known you have so much potential. I’m so proud of you.”

Aruna gave a faint smile. “Thank you, Amma. But I’ll need a little help. I was hoping you could talk to Purushotham about giving me a job. He manages so many businesses, and I’m sure he could find something suitable.”

Sunandha paused for a moment, considering her request. “That’s a good idea. Purushotham is a capable and understanding young man. I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to help. Let me call him now.”

She picked up her phone and dialed Purushotham’s number. It rang twice before he answered, his cheerful voice carrying through the speaker.

“Hello, Aunty! What a pleasant surprise,” Purushotham greeted warmly.

“Hello, Purushotham,” Sunandha replied with a smile. “I need a favor from you.”

“Of course, Aunty. Anything you need, just say the word.”

“Well, Aruna has decided she wants to start working, and I immediately thought of you. Is there a position she could fill in one of your businesses?”

Purushotham’s response was immediate. “Aruna wants to work? That’s fantastic! Of course, Aunty, I’d be honored to help. She can start whenever she’s ready. I’ll personally make sure everything is arranged.”

Sunandha’s face lit up with gratitude. “Thank you, Purushotham. I knew I could count on you.”

“Aunty, it’s the least I can do for our family. Just tell Aruna to drop by, and we’ll get everything sorted.”

Sunandha hung up and turned to Aruna, her smile brimming with pride. “It’s done. Purushotham is more than happy to help. He said you can start whenever you’re ready.”

Aruna gave a small nod, her expression steady. “Thank you, Amma. I promise I’ll make the most of this opportunity.”

Sunandha placed a hand gently on Aruna’s shoulder. “I know you will. This is a big step forward, and I’m proud of you for taking it.”

Aruna nodded again, a flicker of determination crossing her face. Though Sunandha saw this as a chance for growth, Aruna already viewed it as an opportunity to steer her life—and perhaps others’—in a direction of her choosing.

Aruna arrived at Purushotham's office with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The polished interior, bustling employees, and efficient atmosphere of the building spoke of his success. As she entered his private cabin, Purushotham greeted her warmly, gesturing for her to take a seat.

"Welcome, Aruna. I’ve been looking forward to this," he said, closing his laptop and giving her his full attention.

“Thank you, Purushotham,” Aruna replied, still unsure about what to expect. She took a deep breath and decided to address the matter directly. “I wanted to talk about my role here. What position am I starting with, and what will my responsibilities be?”

Purushotham leaned back in his chair, smiling. “You’ll be joining as the Assistant General Manager.”

Aruna’s eyes widened in surprise. “Assistant General Manager? Purushotham, that’s… that’s way more than I expected. I thought I’d start with something small, maybe even as an unpaid intern. I don’t want any special treatment just because of our relationship or because Amma asked you.”

Purushotham’s expression grew serious. “Aruna, I understand where you’re coming from, but I can’t treat you like just another employee—not because of Sunandha Aunty or even our bond, but because of Narendra Uncle.”

Aruna tilted her head, curious. “What do you mean?”

Purushotham sighed, his gaze distant as he began narrating. “Back when I was struggling to find my footing, your father was a pillar of support for me. I had just started working for a small company after college, and I was unsure about what direction my career would take. One day, I met Narendra Uncle at a family function. He took an interest in my plans and aspirations, and he saw something in me that I didn’t even see in myself.”

He paused, his voice thick with emotion. “Uncle didn’t just give me advice; he went out of his way to help me financially and emotionally. He even vouched for me when I decided to start my own venture. Without him, I wouldn’t be where I am today. He believed in me when no one else did. His trust and support changed my life.”

Aruna listened intently, her emotions a mix of pride and sorrow as she thought of her father.

Purushotham continued, “So, when Sunandha Aunty called me, asking if I could give you a job, I didn’t see it as a favor. I saw it as an opportunity to honor your father’s memory. You deserve a position that reflects the respect I have for him—and for you. You’re not getting special treatment, Aruna. You’re getting what I believe you’re capable of handling.”

Aruna was silent for a moment, absorbing his words. She felt a deep sense of gratitude and a renewed determination. “Thank you, Purushotham. I’ll work hard and prove that I’m worthy of this position.”

“I have no doubt you will,” he said with a reassuring smile. “And remember, I’m always here to guide you.”

As she left his office later, Aruna couldn’t help but feel a mix of pride and responsibility. Her father’s legacy had paved the way for her, and she was determined to make the most of it. But deep down, she also saw this as an opportunity to shape her future—and perhaps gain some control over the dynamics within her family.

Continued in next part

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Chapter 9 final part

Over the next few days, Aruna immersed herself in learning the intricacies of Purushotham's business. She spent hours poring over company reports, sitting in on meetings, and observing how different departments operated. With each passing day, she grew more confident and began to adapt her style to reflect her new role. Her wardrobe transformed—sarees and casual wear were replaced by elegant formal attire, projecting professionalism and authority.

Despite her efforts, Aruna couldn’t escape the undercurrent of whispers among the staff.

“She’s just a pretty face,” one employee muttered during a coffee break.

“I heard she’s the boss’s family friend. That’s why she got the position,” another added.

“AGM on her first day? Must be nice to have connections,” a senior staff member scoffed.

Meanwhile, Purushotham called Rekha, the company’s HR head and the oldest member of his firm, to prepare the salary bill for Aruna. Rekha, a seasoned professional and a close friend of Purushotham, didn’t hesitate to voice her opinion.

“Purushotham,” Rekha began, looking at him with a concerned expression, “are you sure about this? This is a significant salary, especially for someone new to the role. I feel like you’re letting emotions guide this decision.”

Purushotham leaned back in his chair, his expression firm but calm. “Rekha, I understand your concern. But Aruna isn’t just anyone. I know her intelligence and her potential. She will be an asset to this firm, and I have no doubt she’ll prove herself in time.”

Rekha frowned slightly. “I’m not questioning her intelligence, but you have to admit, this appointment looks... unusual to the staff. It could affect morale.”

“She’s more than capable, Rekha,” Purushotham insisted. “You’ll see that soon enough. And as for the staff, let them think what they want. Results will change their minds.”

Rekha sighed but nodded. “I hope you’re right. For everyone’s sake.”

As Aruna continued to navigate her role, the whispers among the staff didn’t entirely fade, but Purushotham’s unwavering support bolstered her resolve. She was determined to prove not just to herself but to everyone else that she belonged there—not because of connections, but because of her capabilities.

The next day brought a game-changing opportunity for Purushotham’s firm—a potential collaboration with a prominent client whose project was nearly ten times larger than anything the firm had handled before. The stakes were high, and the entire office buzzed with anticipation.

Purushotham decided to include Aruna in the meeting. Despite being new, he believed her presence could bring fresh energy to the negotiation. Aruna, though nervous, prepared diligently, reviewing every detail about the client and the project.

As they entered the client’s spacious office, all eyes naturally gravitated toward Aruna. Dressed in an elegant yet professional outfit, her poised demeanor exuded confidence. During the initial discussions, the client, a middle-aged businessman named Mr. Rao, couldn’t help but notice her.

As Purushotham presented their proposal, Mr. Rao directed several questions toward Aruna, curious about her insights. She responded thoughtfully, blending her newly acquired knowledge with natural charm.

At one point, Mr. Rao said with a smile, “Your ideas are refreshing, Ms. Aruna. It’s not every day we see someone with both substance and style.”

Aruna acknowledged the compliment gracefully and continued to explain how the firm would handle the project efficiently. Her calm confidence and persuasive arguments clearly made an impression.

When the meeting concluded, Mr. Rao shook hands with Purushotham and said, “I must admit, I had my doubts about your firm managing a project of this scale. But after today, I’m convinced. Let’s proceed.”

Purushotham beamed with pride, knowing this deal would be transformative for the company. As they walked back to the car, he turned to Aruna and said, “You were incredible in there. Your presence and input sealed the deal. This is a huge win for us.”

Aruna smiled, feeling a mix of pride and relief. She had proven her worth, not just to Purushotham but to the entire firm. Yet, she couldn’t ignore the subtle undertone in Mr. Rao’s demeanor—it was clear her looks had played a role in capturing his attention.

Back at the office, word quickly spread about the massive project they had secured. While many staff members acknowledged Aruna’s contribution, others whispered that it was her appearance, not her skill, that had swayed the client.

Aruna, however, chose to focus on the positives. She knew this was just the beginning and resolved to let her work speak louder than any assumptions. For now, she had earned a pivotal role in the company’s biggest project, and she was determined to prove she was more than just a pretty face.

The day of the salary distribution arrived, bringing a mix of excitement and anticipation to the office. Purushotham, sitting in his cabin, called Rekha in.

“So, Rekha,” he began with a smile, “do you still think hiring Aruna was a mistake?”

Rekha, known for her honesty and directness, sighed and shook her head. “I admit, I misjudged her. Aruna has proven herself beyond my expectations. She deserves every rupee of her salary—if not more. She’s been an asset to this firm.”

Purushotham nodded, clearly satisfied. “I’m glad you see it now. She’s made a significant impact in such a short time.”

Later that day, Purushotham approached Aruna “Congratulations on your first salary. This calls for a treat!” he said.

Aruna chuckled, taking the envelope. “I should be asking for a treat from you instead. Securing that big deal was a team effort, wasn’t it?”

He laughed. “Alright, how about we both treat the office? A celebration for everyone.”

The idea was quickly set into motion. By evening, the firm hosted a grand party at a nearby banquet hall. The atmosphere buzzed with energy as the staff mingled, shared laughs, and celebrated their recent success. Aruna, dressed in an elegant gown, stood out, her charisma lighting up the room.

Purushotham, watching her interact effortlessly with colleagues and clients, felt a deep admiration for her. During his toast, he praised the entire team for their hard work and gave special acknowledgment to Aruna’s contributions.

As the party wound down, most of the staff left, leaving only Purushotham and Aruna to wrap up. They sat in a quieter corner of the venue, sipping their drinks.

“Tonight was perfect,” Aruna said, leaning back with a tired smile. “Thank you for believing in me.”

Purushotham looked at her, his expression soft. “You’ve earned it, Aruna. Every bit of it. I knew from the start you’d prove yourself. But I didn’t anticipate how much you’d impact this place—and me.”

Aruna met his gaze, sensing the sincerity behind his words. “I didn’t expect to find... this,” she admitted, gesturing around. “A place where I can truly contribute. It means a lot, Purushotham.”

Their eyes lingered on each other, and the silence stretched, filled with emotions that had been building over the past weeks. Tentatively, Purushotham reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

“Aruna,” he murmured, his voice low.

She didn’t pull away, her breath hitching as she felt the warmth of his hand. The intensity of the moment grew, and when he leaned in, she met him halfway. Their kiss was slow, at first, but deepened as they gave in to the connection that they had between them.

The tension between them had reached a boiling point, and as they climbed into Purushotham’s luxurious car, it was clear that the night was far from over. The drive back to his house was filled with a palpable sexual energy, their eyes locked in a silent promise of what was to come. Once inside, Purushotham’s strong arms wrapped around Aruna’s waist, pulling her closer to his solid, muscular chest. Their kiss grew more urgent, tongues dancing in a passionate tango as they stumbled towards his bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothing behind them. Aruna’s luscious breasts bounced with each step she took, her hardened nipples poking through the fabric of her now-removed bra. Purushotham’s cock was a thick, rigid presence against her thigh, straining against his boxers, begging for release. They tumbled onto the king-sized bed, their bodies entwined in a delicious mess of desire. Aruna’s hand slithered down his body, gripping his shaft firmly, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the depths of his chest. His hands explored the curves of her body, squeezing her plump ass before sliding down to her wet, swollen pussy. With eager fingers, he parted her folds, her juices coating his digits as he teased her clit. Their bodies moved in sync as they kissed, each touch and caress setting their desires alight. It was time to indulge in the carnality that had been simmering between them since day one, to let their inhibitions go and revel in the raw, unbridled passion that awaited them in the throes of a night that would be etched in their memories forever.

Breaking away from their kiss, Aruna’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she took the reins of the moment. She gently pushed Purushotham onto his back, his cock standing tall and proud, demanding attention. She slithered down his body, her full, red lips wrapping around the tip of his shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing him with her warm wetness. He watched as she took him deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each bob, her throat muscles working to accommodate his size. Her hand pumped the base of his cock in a steady rhythm that had him groaning with pleasure. She looked up, her eyes never leaving his, as she took him even deeper, her throat tightening around him. He felt her hot breath on his balls as she worked him with her mouth, her saliva dripping down to mix with her pussy juices that were already slick on her inner thighs. His hand tangled in her long hair, guiding her as she eagerly took him in, her moans vibrating through his cock and sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Aruna’s own desire was reaching a crescendo as she tasted his precum, a delicious indication of his arousal.

With a wicked smile, she climbed onto him in the cowgirl position, her wet pussy hovering over his face. Straddling him, she lowered herself onto his mouth, her labia parting to reveal her glistening clit. He didn’t waste a second, licking and sucking, his tongue delving deep into her folds. The sensation was almost too much for her, but she maintained control, her body trembling as she felt his hot breath against her sensitive flesh. Aruna’s hand reached between her legs, finding his cock still rock-hard and slick with her saliva. She guided him to her entrance, her pussy quivering with anticipation. Slowly, she began to lower herself onto him, feeling him stretch her open as he filled her completely. She threw her head back and let out a guttural moan as she started to ride him, her breasts bouncing in time with her hips, her juices coating his chest. Purushotham’s mouth was busy worshipping her clit, his tongue flicking and teasing as she moved above him. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the wet slapping of their bodies and their mingled moans and gasps. Aruna’s orgasm built, a fiery crescendo that threatened to consume her, as she took him deeper and harder. She knew this was just the beginning of a night that would leave them both utterly spent and craving more of each other.

They positioned themselves at the edge of the bed, Aruna lying on her side with a pillow under her head, her legs bent and drawn up towards her chest, creating the perfect 'L' shape. Her plump ass was perched at the very edge, begging for Purushotham's attention. He couldn't resist the sight of her pussy, glistening with arousal, and approached the bed with a feral hunger in his eyes. Placing one hand firmly on her round, supple cheek, he lined up his throbbing cock with her welcoming entrance. As he pushed inside her, she gasped, the sudden stretch sending waves of pleasure through her body. He took his time, savoring the feel of her tight warmth as he filled her inch by inch.

Once fully sheathed in Aruna's tight embrace, Purushotham paused for a moment, his cock pulsing with the thrill of her warm, wet pussy. She responded by slowly closing her legs, creating a vice-like grip that sent shocks of pleasure through him. Her inner muscles clenched around his shaft, as if trying to milk him of every last drop. He groaned deeply, the sensation so intense it was almost overwhelming. With her legs tightly clamped around his cock, he began to rock his hips in a rhythmic motion. Each movement sent jolts of pleasure through him, making his balls tighten with the promise of an impending orgasm. The sight of her body, her breasts heaving with each breath and her eyes glazed with passion, was more than he could handle. He knew that with every stroke, he was losing himself deeper into her, their bodies becoming one in a dance of lust that neither of them wanted to end. The intimate connection between them grew stronger as they moved together, their bodies speaking a language of desire that no words could match. The room was filled with the erotic sounds of their lovemaking, the slap of skin on skin and the wet sounds of her pussy taking him in, only to release him with a sucking sound that made his toes curl with pleasure. Purushotham’s mind was racing with thoughts of all the things he wanted to do to her, all the ways he wanted to make her come and scream his name. But for now, he focused on the moment, the feel of her tightness around him, the way she responded to every touch, and the delicious friction that built with each movement. They were locked in a passionate embrace, their hearts pounding in unison, as they gave themselves over to the most primal of human instincts—the need to fuck and be fucked.

With a final, powerful thrust, Purushotham’s body tensed and he released a roar of ecstasy as he came hard, his cum spurting onto Aruna’s plump, quivering ass. She moaned in pleasure, feeling the warmth spread over her skin as he filled her completely. Breathless, they stayed connected for a moment longer, basking in the afterglow of their shared climax before finally separating. Aruna slid off the bed, her legs wobbly from the intense orgasm. She turned to face him, a wicked grin playing on her lips as she looked back at the mess they had made. “Looks like I need a bath,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Purushotham chuckled, running his hand over his sweat-drenched forehead before standing up and walking towards her. He scooped her up in his arms, carrying her to the en-suite bathroom with a gentle strength that made her feel cherished. He set her down by the tub and turned on the faucet, filling it with steaming water. He watched as she stepped in, her body glowing under the soft lights, the water washing away the evidence of their passion. She sank into the tub with a contented sigh, her curves disappearing beneath the surface.

End of chapter 9