Family of Shaows

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Chapter 14: Long Shadows

Sai hesitated for a moment before knocking on Rani’s door. The last time they had spoken, he had lashed out at her, letting his disappointment cloud his words. He knew he had been too harsh, and while he still disapproved of her choices, he didn’t want to lose their friendship over it.

Rani opened the door, her expression unreadable. She looked at him for a moment before stepping aside. "Come in," she said flatly.

Sai walked inside, noticing the dim lighting in the house. The air smelled faintly of incense and the lingering scent of perfume. Rani led him toward the bedroom, as she always did when they had personal conversations. It was their usual space, away from the world’s eyes.

She sat down on the bed, crossing her arms. "So? What is it now?"

Sai exhaled, sitting down on the chair beside the dressing table. "I came to apologize," he said, meeting her gaze. "I was too harsh the other day. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that."

Rani raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Oh? Now you regret it?"

Sai nodded. "I do. No matter what happened, you’ve always been a good friend to me. I shouldn’t have judged you."

For a moment, her expression softened. "Well… at least you realized it."

As Sai leaned forward, his eyes landed on something on the bedside table—a luxury men’s watch. It wasn’t just any watch. It was distinctive, expensive-looking, and completely out of place in Rani’s modest home.

His brows furrowed slightly. "Nice watch," he said casually. "Is it Ashok’s?"

Rani glanced at the watch briefly before shifting her eyes away. "No, it’s not," she said, a little too quickly.

Sai picked up the watch, turning it in his hands. "It’s expensive. Who gave it to you?"

Rani snatched the watch from his hands and placed it back on the table. "It doesn’t matter."

Sai leaned back, crossing his arms. "Rani, come on. Who gave it to you?"

Rani exhaled sharply, her patience thinning. "Sai, just drop it."

He narrowed his eyes. "It’s Purushotham’s, isn’t it?"

Her entire body tensed for a brief second before she forced a scoff. "And if it is?"

Sai let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. "So it’s true. You slept with him."

Rani’s anger flared. She stood up abruptly, her hands clenched into fists. "Who the hell do you think you are to question me?!" she snapped. "What I do, who I do it with—it’s none of your damn business, Sai!"

Sai stood up too, his voice low but cutting. "You’re right. It’s your life. But don’t expect me to pretend I don’t see what’s happening. First Babu, now Purushotham—what’s next, Rani? Are you just going to move from one man to another whenever it’s convenient?"

Rani’s face twisted in fury. "Get out, Sai!" she shouted, her voice shaking. "You have no right to stand here and judge me! You think you’re better than me? At least I don’t hide behind fake morality while pretending to be a saint!"

Sai looked at her, disappointment evident in his eyes. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "You know what? Maybe I was right the first time."

Without another word, he turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Rani stood there, gripping the watch tightly, her breath ragged. The silence of the room was deafening.

For the first time, she wasn’t just angry at Sai—she was angry at herself.

Two days before the engagement, Aruna sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers tapping rhythmically against her phone. The house was quiet, the evening air carrying a deceptive calmness. She dialed a familiar number, waiting for the call to connect.

"Hello?" Sundhar Rao’s voice came through, slightly cautious.

"Uncle," Aruna said smoothly, her voice laced with careful control. "I need you to do something for me."

Sundhar Rao sighed. "What is it this time, Aruna?"

"I need you to contact Ratna Kumar, our family lawyer," she said without preamble. "Tell him to meet Amma two days from now and hand over Dad’s will."

There was silence on the other end for a moment before Sundhar Rao spoke again, his voice low and uncertain. "Aruna, is this really the right time? The engagement is in just two days. This could complicate things."

A sly smile played on Aruna’s lips as she leaned back against the pillow. "Oh, Uncle," she said, almost amused. "You know what I did to keep that a secret all these years. Don’t you think I know when to make it public?"

Sundhar Rao hesitated. He wasn’t a fool—he knew exactly what she meant. The lengths she had gone to, the strings she had pulled, the secrets she had buried. He also knew that once Aruna had made up her mind, there was no stopping her.

Finally, he let out a reluctant sigh. "Fine," he said. "I’ll talk to Ratna Kumar and make the arrangements."

"Good," Aruna said, satisfied. "And, Uncle—" she added, her tone turning almost sweet, "make sure Sunandha gets it exactly when I want her to. Not a minute earlier."

Sundhar Rao shook his head. "You’re playing a dangerous game, Aruna."

Aruna chuckled softly, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "Life is only interesting when you know how to play it right, Uncle."

She hung up the call, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

The pieces were moving, and soon, the game would change completely.

As Aruna hung up the call with Sundhar Rao, her fingers trembled slightly before she clenched them into a fist. Her lips curled into a knowing smirk, but beneath that surface satisfaction, a storm of unwanted memories rose from the past, pulling her back to a time she wished she could erase.

Seven Years Ago

The air inside Officer Anand’s office was thick with tension. Aruna sat across from her father, Narendra, her hands clenched into fists beneath the desk. Anand, the enquiry officer, observed the scene with a neutral expression, but Aruna could sense his impatience.

Narendra had his arms crossed, his face unreadable but his eyes burning with restrained anger. Across the room, Yedukondalu stood stiffly, his expression a mix of relief and smugness as he awaited the final verdict.

Aruna swallowed hard, her mouth dry. She had come in with confidence, determined to see this through. Determined to ruin Sunandha and take away everything she held dear.

But now, as she sat in the cold, clinical office, under the sharp scrutiny of both Anand and her father, she knew in her heart that this was a mistake. It had always been a bluff.

It was supposed to be a way to humiliate Sunandha—to make her suffer, to turn her father against her stepmother. But Narendra had seen right through her.

The sharp slap of Narendra’s palm against the table echoed through the living room. Aruna sat rigidly on the couch, her face expressionless, but inside, she was shaking.

"What do you think of yourself, Aruna?" Narendra’s voice was thick with rage, his eyes dark with accusation. "You think you can just file a complaint like this and get away with it?"

Aruna met his gaze, refusing to look away.

"It’s not just a complaint, Dad," she said, her voice deceptively calm. "It’s the truth."

Deep down, she had always known.

Yedukondalu never harassed her.

Sunandha never encouraged it.

She had fabricated it all.

Narendra let out a bitter laugh, his hands tightening into fists.

"Truth?" he mocked. "Do you have any idea what you’ve done? You accused Yedukondalu of sexual harassment. And not just him—you dragged Sunandha into it, claiming she encouraged his behavior? Do you realize how ridiculous that sounds?"

"It’s not ridiculous," Aruna snapped, her calm façade cracking for the first time. "You were never here, Dad! You were always out of station, and in your absence, Yedukondalu took advantage of that power! And Sunandha—she—" Aruna faltered, her nails digging into her palms. "She let it happen. She smirked when he brushed against me, laughed when I tried to protest. She treated me like I was nothing."

Narendra’s expression hardened, his features sharp with disbelief.

"Enough, Aruna!" His voice was dangerously low now. "Yedukondalu is a trusted man. And Sunandha—she is my wife! She has built a reputation that people respect. No one—no one—will believe your words against her."

Aruna felt a chill run down her spine, but she refused to let him see it.

"So you’re saying I’m lying?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes," Narendra said coldly, he shook his head in disgust. "You thought this inquiry would happen discreetly and my wife would be dismissed. But even fate is against you, Aruna."

He let the words settle before leaning in, his voice lowering into a menacing whisper.

"Good things happen to good people. That is why Anand was appointed as the enquiry officer for this case."

Aruna’s heart pounded.

"And do you know what’s even more unfortunate for you?" he continued. "Anand was Sunandha’s batchmate. He worked under me as my junior, and more than that, he is a very close friend of ours."

Aruna stiffened, feeling her control slipping.

Narendra smirked, shaking his head. "Even if someone else had been assigned, do you honestly think anyone would take your side?" His eyes bore into hers, unwavering. "Against Sunandha?"

Silence filled the room, thick with tension.

Then, with a sharp motion, he gestured toward Yedukondalu, who stood motionless, his hands behind his back.

"And what’s more disappointing," Narendra added, his tone laced with disgust, "is that you dragged this innocent man into your pathetic game as well."

Aruna’s breath hitched as her father’s words cut through her like a blade.

She knew she had lost. she was trapped.

Narendra leaned back and crossed his arms, watching her. Waiting.

Anand cleared his throat. "Miss Aruna," he said, his voice neutral but firm. "You have given your statement. Do you stand by your accusations?"

Aruna swallowed the lump in her throat.

She had no choice now.

Her voice was barely a whisper when she spoke.

"No."

Anand raised an eyebrow.

She lifted her gaze and forced the words out, sealing her fate.

"I am withdrawing my complaint."

Yedukondalu let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing. Anand exchanged a quick glance with Narendra before nodding.

"Very well," Anand said. He turned to Yedukondalu. "You are free to go. All charges against you are dismissed."

Yedukondalu shot a smug glance at Aruna before nodding in gratitude to Narendra. He left the room without another word.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Narendra leaned forward, his voice dangerously low.

"I should have expected this from you, Aruna," he said, his tone laced with quiet fury. "But even I underestimated just how low you could sink."

Aruna flinched but said nothing.

Narendra exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before glaring at her again.

"I won’t tell Sunandha about this," he continued. "I don’t want her to know that my own daughter is nothing but a vicious serpent."

Aruna felt her stomach twist at his words.

"But don’t think you’re walking away unscathed," he said, his expression darkening. "I will make sure that you are at her mercy. I will make the necessary changes to my will today."

Aruna’s eyes widened, panic flashing across her face.

"No, Dad—"

"You don’t get to talk!" he barked, his voice like a whip. "You wanted to play dirty? Fine. Now you’ll pay the price."

He stood up, his towering frame looming over her.

"Now get out of my sight," he hissed. "I don’t want you anywhere near my house or my wife."

Aruna sat frozen for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest.

Then, without another word, she stood up, turned on her heel, and walked out.

Continued in the next part….

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Chapter 14 part 2

As Aruna walked out of Anand’s office, her father’s furious words echoed in her ears, but she refused to dwell on the humiliation. That wasn’t her biggest concern right now was the will.

She knew her father wasn't bluffing. Narendra was a man of his word—if he said he would make changes to his will, he would. And knowing him, he would make sure she was left with nothing.

Her heartbeat quickened.”I can’t let that happen.” She told herself.

Her father had only one legal advisor who handled all his matters—Ratna Kumar, their family lawyer. If any modifications were to be made, it would be through him.

A slow smirk crept onto Aruna’s lip but she needed to be careful. She couldn’t afford another mistake.

Aruna walked into Ratna Kumar’s office, putting on her best act. She had practiced this moment in her mind the entire way here.

“Uncle Ratna Kumar garu…” she greeted sweetly, forcing her eyes to glisten with false sincerity. “I came to seek your guidance.”

Ratna Kumar, a shrewd and experienced man, leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. “Cut the act, Aruna. I know exactly why you’re here.”

Her smile faltered for a second. “Uncle, I don’t understa—”

“Stop it,” he interrupted, his sharp gaze cutting through her pretense. “Anand told me everything. About Yedukondalu, about your false complaint… and about how far you were willing to go to destroy Sunandha.”

Aruna clenched her jaw, realizing that there was no point in pretending.

“So?” she said, regaining her composure. “You’re close to my father. But even the most loyal men can be… persuaded.”

Ratna Kumar chuckled darkly. “You think a little money can buy my loyalty? You have no idea how deep my ties with Narendra run.”

Aruna didn’t flinch. “Then tell me what will.”

Ratna Kumar studied her, then leaned forward, his voice lowering to a whisper. “If you were willing to sleep with an attender just to ruin Sunandha, then surely… spending a night with a reputed lawyer like me isn’t too much to ask.”

Aruna stiffened for just a second, but she held his gaze, her expression unreadable.

For the first time in this conversation, Ratna Kumar saw the real Aruna—calculating, fearless, and entirely without shame.

Aruna leaned forward slightly, a slow, dangerous smile forming on her lips. “You should have just said that in the beginning, Uncle.”

In the opulent hotel suite, Aruna slipped into the ensuite washroom, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She knew the stakes of this game and the power she held in her delicate hands. Emerging from the steamy sanctuary, she stepped into the plush, dimly lit bedroom, her curvaceous body enveloped in a scandalously short, lacy baby doll dress that clung to her like a second skin. The fabric was so sheer it revealed the dark outline of her erect nipples beneath, straining against the flimsy cups. The dress ended high on her thighs, showcasing her sleek legs that seemed to go on forever. She had chosen it carefully to leave no doubt about her willingness to pay the ultimate price for her uncle's aid. As she approached Ratna Kumar, who was lounging on the couch, his eyes raked over her form with a hunger that sent a thrill through her core. She could see the bulge in his pants, a testament to his desire for her young, ripe flesh.

Ratna Kumar’s gaze devoured Aruna as she approached, his eyes lingering on her swollen nipples and the way the dress clung to her curves. He couldn’t believe his luck. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined, Aruna,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “I’ve watched you strut around, all those tight jeans and low-cut tops. I never thought I’d get the chance to see you like this, let alone fuck you.”

Aruna sat down next to Ratna Kumar, her heart hammering in her chest. She took the whiskey bottle from his grasp with a confidence she didn’t truly feel. She had never been one to shy away from a challenge, and this was certainly the biggest one yet. With a steady hand, she poured two generous measures into the crystal tumblers on the coffee table. The amber liquid gleamed in the soft light, casting a seductive glow on her bare skin as she handed one to him. His eyes widened slightly, surprised by her boldness. He took the drink, raising it to his lips and watching her over the rim as he took a slow sip. Aruna mirrored his action, letting the warmth of the alcohol spread through her as she took a small sip, savoring the burn. She knew that the night ahead would be a dance of power and submission, but she was determined to maintain the upper hand.

The whiskey burned a fiery path down Aruna's throat, helping to ease the knot of nerves that had formed there. She knew that she had to be in control, to ensure that Ratna Kumar didn't get the upper hand. Her mind drifted briefly to Yedukondalu, the attender she had used and discarded for this very purpose. With him, the sex had been raw and passionate, driven by a deep, albeit twisted, connection. But here, with Ratna Kumar, it would be a cold, calculated transaction. As she felt the warmth of the alcohol spreading through her body, she knew she was ready to play the part. She set the tumbler down with a gentle clink and placed her hand on Ratna Kumar’s thigh, feeling the muscle tense beneath her touch. She began to slowly trace her fingers upwards, watching his pupils dilate with each passing inch. Her gaze never left his as she moved closer, her breath hot against his neck, and whispered, “Let’s make this a night to remember.

Ratna Kumar’s eyes widened as Aruna’s hand slithered up his thigh, but they practically popped out of his head when she reached for his belt buckle with a deftness that spoke of experience beyond her years. His heart pounded in his chest as she deftly unbuckled his pants, revealing his thick, middle-aged belly and the tented fabric of his boxers. She looked up at him, a seductive smile playing on her lips as she reached into his open fly and wrapped her soft, warm hand around his 5-inch cock. He couldn’t believe what was happening; this young, gorgeous girl was about to perform an act of carnality with a man who was practically her father’s age. Aruna felt his cock pulse in her grip, and she knew she had him right where she wanted him. With a quick, teasing tug, she pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock. It was thick and veiny, a testament to his virility despite his age. She leaned in, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders and tickling his stomach, and placed a soft, lingering kiss on the tip of his cock. Ratna Kumar’s breath hitched as she took him into her mouth, her warm, wet tongue swirling around the head and sending waves of pleasure through his body. He felt himself growing harder, his desire for her spiraling out of control. He was a man used to being in charge, but in this moment, he was utterly at the mercy of her skilled mouth and the promise of the night to come.

Ratna Kumar’s eyes were glued to Aruna’s full, round breasts as she seductively pulled the straps of her dress down, revealing the ample mounds that had been teasing him all evening. Her skin was the color of rich caramel, and her areolas were the size of small coins, topped with dark, erect nipples that begged for his attention. Aruna leaned back, giving him full access as he greedily grabbed her breasts, kneading them like dough in his rough, eager hands. He could feel her body responding to his touch, her nipples growing even harder as he pinched and twisted them lightly. His mouth watered as he leaned in, capturing one in his mouth, suckling it deep and hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Aruna’s breath hitched and she let out a soft moan, her hand tangling in his hair as she urged him on. His tongue swirled around the tip, then latched onto it with a fervor that surprised even her. His teeth gently grazed the sensitive nubs, and she felt a jolt of pleasure shoot straight to her pussy. This was the price she had agreed to pay, but the way he handled her body made her feel like a treasure, not a commodity. It was a strange feeling, one she hadn’t quite anticipated, but she knew it was crucial to keep him satisfied if she wanted to ensure her victory in this twisted game of power and seduction.

They both stood from the couch, Aruna's heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew the stakes had just been raised, but she was determined not to show it. As they approached the king-sized bed, the thong she wore was the only barrier to her exposed, wet pussy, and Ratna Kumar couldn’t help but stare at her shapely ass that swayed with each step she took. Without warning, he reached out and smacked her firmly on the ass cheek, the sound echoing through the room like a crack of a whip. The pain shot through Aruna’s body, but she bit her lip and offered a seductive smile in response, her eyes never leaving his. She knew that any sign of weakness would be her undoing, so she took a deep breath and let the sensation of his hand on her flesh fuel her performance. As they reached the bed, Ratna Kumar grabbed the waistband of her thong and ripped it away, revealing her glistening pussy. He pushed her down onto the plush mattress, and she felt the coolness of the sheets against her fevered skin. Her legs parted automatically, inviting him in, and he didn’t waste any time. His mouth found hers in a brutal kiss, his tongue invading her mouth as his hands roamed her body, feeling every curve and crevice. Aruna moaned into the kiss, her body responding to his touch despite her reservations. She knew that this was just the beginning of a long, intense night where she would have to use every ounce of her sexuality to win the prize she so desperately sought.

Ratna Kumar’s cock was a beast now, fueled by the whiskey and his insatiable lust for Aruna’s young, tight pussy. He wore a condom and positioned himself at her entrance and plunged in, making her gasp as he stretched her walls. Aruna’s eyes went wide with a mix of shock and pleasure, her hands clutching the sheets as he began to fuck her with a ferocity that spoke of his desperation to conquer. His hips pistoned into her, his thick member pounding away like a hammer on an anvil. Each thrust sent a jolt of electricity through her body, making her toes curl and her back arch. She could feel her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth, her inner muscles clenching around him in an involuntary spasm that only made him drive deeper. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of lust and power. He wasn’t gentle, nor did he care to be; he was claiming her, marking her as his. Her pussy was wet and sloppy with desire, and she could feel herself getting closer to the edge with every stroke. The pleasure was intense, almost painful, but she knew that she had to endure it if she wanted to win. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes locked with Ratna Kumar’s as she silently waged her own battle for dominance. Her body responded to his roughness, her hips bucking up to meet his, her walls contracting around him. The friction was maddening, the heat between them palpable. He grunted with each thrust, his breath hot and ragged on her neck. She could feel his orgasm building, his cock swelling inside her. It was time to play her final card. With a feline grace, Aruna reached between them and began to rub her clit in tight circles, her other hand reaching up to squeeze her breast, her thumb teasing her nipple. Ratna Kumar’s eyes widened at the sight, his pace quickening. She knew she had him, and as she felt her climax building, she whispered in his ear, “Cum for me, Uncle. Cum for me, and I’ll make sure you never regret this night.”

The words were like a spell, and with a roar, Ratna Kumar emptied himself inside her, his cock pulsing with his release. The sensation sent Aruna over the edge, her own orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She cried out, her body shaking with pleasure, her pussy clamping down on his cock as if to milk every last drop from him. They lay there, both panting and slick with sweat, their bodies entwined in the aftermath of their carnal bargain. Aruna felt a sense of triumph, but also a strange emptiness. She had given herself to this man for her own ends, and while she had enjoyed it, she knew it was a transaction that had left her a little more broken, a little less innocent. But she had what she wanted, and in the world of dirty politics and personal vendetta, sometimes you had to get your hands—and your pussy—a little dirty to get ahead. As Ratna Kumar collapsed beside her, she couldn’t help but wonder if she had paid too high a price for her victory.

But the night was not over. A couple of hours later, Aruna found herself on all fours on the bed, her curvy ass high in the air, as Ratna Kumar mounted her from behind like a wild stallion. The alcohol had loosened his inhibitions and fueled his lust, transforming him into a relentless beast driven by desire. His cock, still engorged from their earlier encounter, slammed into her pussy with a ferocity that left her gasping for air. The sound of his grunts and her muffled moans filled the room, punctuated by the slap of flesh on flesh. Her long hair fell in a curtain around her face, obscuring her expression of mixed pleasure and pain. She could feel the headboard knocking against the wall with each punishing thrust, and she knew that she was nothing more than a vessel for his carnality. Yet, she took it all, her body moving in rhythm with his, her walls tightening around his shaft as she approached another peak of ecstasy. Each stroke sent waves of sensation through her, a reminder of the power she wielded over him. Despite the depravity of their situation, she couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction knowing that she was in control, that she had him right where she wanted him—vulnerable and desperate for her tight, wet cunt. Her orgasm built once more, and as it crested, she whispered in his ear, “Remember our deal, Uncle. You’ll keep your promise, won’t you?” His only response was a guttural grunt of affirmation as he chased his own release, pumping the condom in her pussy full of his seed as he collapsed onto her back, their bodies entwined in a sticky mess of sweat and lust. Aruna couldn’t help but smirk into the pillow, feeling a sense of victory despite the ache between her legs.

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Chapter 14 part 3

The next day, Aruna walked into Ratna Kumar’s office with an air of authority, her eyes cold and unwavering. She had spent the night planning this moment, and now, she was ready to claim her prize.

Ratna Kumar glanced up from his desk, masking his unease with forced confidence. “Aruna… you’re here early.”

Aruna didn’t bother with pleasantries. She placed both hands on his desk and leaned in slightly. “Show me the will.”

Ratna Kumar sighed, shaking his head. “Aruna, these things take time. Give me one more night. I promise I’ll—”

She cut him off with a smirk. “I knew you’d pull something like this. That’s why I came prepared.”

Ratna Kumar frowned. “What do you mean?”

Aruna took out her phone, unlocked it, and turned the screen toward him. His eyes widened in horror as he saw the video playing—him, drunk and vulnerable, entangled with Aruna. His face lost all color.

“When… when did you…?” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Aruna leaned back, crossing her arms. “You were too drunk to notice.” Her tone was almost mocking. “If I show this to your wife, your life will be finished.”

Ratna Kumar swallowed hard, sweat forming on his forehead. He had underestimated her. Most people would have hesitated, afraid of ruining themselves in the process. But Aruna wasn’t like most people. He could see it in her eyes—she didn’t care if the truth destroyed both of them, as long as she got what she wanted.

He exhaled sharply, defeated.

“Fine,” he muttered, reaching into his desk drawer. He pulled out a file and handed it to her. “This is a copy of your father’s will. The original is registered and kept at the Sub-Registrar’s office. I can show you this, but I can’t change the contents.”

Aruna took the file with a satisfied smile, flipping through the pages quickly.

“You did the right thing, Uncle,” she said mockingly. “I knew you were a reasonable man.”

Ratna Kumar slumped back in his chair, knowing that he had lost. He could only watch in silence as Aruna read her father’s will.

LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF KOLLA NARENDRA PRASAD Date: **/**/**

I, Kolla Narendra Prasad , son of Ram Prasad, residing at [Permanent Address], being of sound mind and disposing memory, hereby revoke all previous wills and testamentary dispositions made by me and declare this to be my Last Will and Testament.

I. APPOINTMENT OF EXECUTOR

I appoint Ratna Kumar, Advocate, residing at [Executor’s Address], as the Executor of this will. In the event that he is unable or unwilling to act, I appoint Sundhar Rao as the alternate executor.

II. DISTRIBUTION OF ASSETS

1. Immovable Properties:

I own the following immovable properties, which shall be distributed as follows:

Residential House in Guntur – I bequeath my house situated in Guntur, more particularly described as [Property Details], to my children from my first marriage, Aruna, Venu, and Vani, in equal shares.

Agricultural Land in Kakani (6 acres) – I bequeath the 6-acre agricultural land situated in Kakani, more particularly described as [Land Details], to Aruna, Venu, and Vani, in equal shares.

Residential House in Hyderabad – I bequeath my house situated in Hyderabad, more particularly described as [Property Details], to my wife Sunandha and our son Babu jointly.

Agricultural Land in Kazipet (3 acres) – I bequeath the 3-acre agricultural land situated in Kazipet, more particularly described as [Land Details], to my wife Sunandha and our son Babu jointly.

2. Control and Management of Property

Notwithstanding the above distribution, my wife, Sunandha, shall have full control over the entire property during her lifetime. She shall have the sole discretion to manage, lease, or derive income from all properties, including those bequeathed to my first wife’s children.

Furthermore, Sunandha shall have the authority to amend or write out any beneficiary from this will if she deems it necessary, except for the properties legally transferred to my children’s names.

III. GENERAL PROVISIONS

Any disputes arising from the interpretation or execution of this Will shall be resolved amicably among the beneficiaries. If no resolution is reached, the matter shall be settled in the [Relevant Court Jurisdiction].

In the event that any beneficiary challenges this Will, they shall automatically forfeit their share.

Any outstanding debts or liabilities shall be settled from my estate before distribution.

IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I, Narendra [Full Name], have signed this Last Will and Testament on this [Date], in the presence of the undersigned witnesses who have attested to the same.

Signature: ___________________

Kolla Narendra Prasad

WITNESSES:

Name: ___________________

Signature: ________________

Address: __________________

Name: ___________________

Signature: ________________

Address: __________________

As soon as Aruna read the will, her hands trembled with rage. Her eyes darted across the document, rereading the crucial lines over and over again, as if hoping she had misinterpreted them. But the truth was undeniable.

Her breath hitched, and in a sudden outburst, she threw the papers onto Ratna Kumar’s desk. “That bastard did it!” she cried, her voice shaking with fury. “He really threw me at the mercy of that bitch!” Her chest heaved as she tried to compose herself, but the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

“Not just me,” she seethed, gripping the edge of the desk. “He did this to my brother and sister too. Vani… Venu… we are all at her mercy now!” Aruna clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as the reality of her father’s betrayal settled in.

Ratna Kumar watched in silence, gauging her reaction. He had expected anger, but this raw, unfiltered hatred surpassed even his assumptions. He leaned back in his chair, watching Aruna’s rage and anguish . After a brief pause, he cleared his throat and spoke in a measured tone.

“To my knowledge, your father never told Sunandha about this will.”

Aruna’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

“In fact,” Ratna Kumar continued, “I doubt she even knows the full extent of the properties that are in Narendra’s name. He handled all financial matters personally. She may be aware of the Hyderabad house and Kazipet land, but beyond that? I don’t think so.”

Aruna remained silent for a moment, digesting this new information. Then, a slow smile played on her lips. “So, she doesn't know that she has everything under her control ?”

Ratna Kumar smirked. “Exactly.”

Aruna sat down and started to think. Ratna Kumar studied her carefully. “What are you planning?”

Aruna sighed, folding the will carefully and placing it back on the desk. “I don’t know what to do now,” she admitted, her voice calmer but still laced with frustration. “But I can only hope that an opportunity will present itself.”

“Before you get ahead of yourself,” Ratna Kumar interjected, “there’s one more thing you should know. Your father appointed an alternate executor for the will.”

Aruna raised an eyebrow. “Who?”

“Sundar Rao.”

Aruna let out a scoff, then leaned back in her chair with a satisfied smirk. “Don’t worry about him. I already have him wrapped around my fingers.”

Ratna Kumar gave her a knowing look. “Then I suppose you are all set .”

She turned toward the door, ready to leave.

“Wait,” Ratna Kumar called out, eyeing her cautiously. “What about the video?”

Aruna paused, then glanced over her shoulder with a knowing smirk. “I’ll keep it as insurance,” she said smoothly. “You never know when something like that might come in handy.”

With that, she walked out, leaving Ratna Kumar watching her retreating figure, a mixture of unease and fright flickering across his face.

Two years ago, when her father passed away, Aruna attended the funeral—not out of grief, but to assess the situation. She carefully observed every interaction, every expression, searching for any sign that Sunandha knew about the will.

When Sunandha greeted her with genuine affection and kindness, Aruna immediately realized the truth—Sunandha had no idea about the will or the control she held over the entire property. This knowledge gave Aruna an upper hand.

Without wasting time, she met Ratna Kumar in private and instructed him not to reveal the contents of the will to anyone until she decided otherwise. She knew that as long as Sunandha remained ignorant, she could manipulate the situation to her advantage. And now, two years later, that time had finally come.

Aruna entered Babu’s room, closing the door behind her. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching him pace restlessly.

“Babu,” she said firmly, making him stop and look at her. “Go to Amma and tell her you don’t want to marry Gita.”

Babu frowned, hesitation clear on his face. “Akka… with just two days left for the engagement, is this really the right time? Maybe I’m too late. Maybe I should just go through with it.”

Aruna stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. “No, Babu. This is the perfect time.”

He looked at her doubtfully. “How can you say that? Wouldn’t it have been better if I told her earlier?”

Aruna shook her head. “If you had told her earlier, Amma would have tried everything to convince you. She might have even found out that Gita was also hesitant, and then she would have done everything in her power to make this marriage happen. But now, with only two days left, she won’t have the time to pressure you into changing your mind. She’ll be forced to accept it.”

Babu sighed, running a hand through his hair. “But she’ll be so hurt…”

Aruna tightened her grip on his arm, her voice gentle but firm. “Amma loves you, Babu. She might be upset, but she will have no choice but to understand. Do you really want to spend your life in a marriage you don’t want?”

Babu exhaled slowly, looking at her, his mind clouded with emotion. His trust in Aruna wasn’t just because she was his sister—there was something deeper, something unspoken, something forbidden. And it made it impossible for him to doubt her.

Taking a deep breath, he finally nodded. “Alright, Akka. I’ll talk to Amma now.”

Aruna smiled, satisfaction flickering in her eyes as she watched him leave the room.

Aruna’s phone buzzed, and she glanced at the screen. It was Sundar Rao. She answered the call, leaning back in her chair.

“Did you do as I asked?” she inquired without preamble.

“Yes,” Sundar Rao replied. “Ratna Kumar will meet Sunandha as planned and give her the will.”

“Good,” Aruna said, satisfied.

“There’s something else,” Sundar Rao continued. “Ratna Kumar mentioned something interesting. Do you remember Anand, the enquiry officer?”

Aruna frowned. “Of course. What about him?”

“Well, according to Ratna Kumar, Anand had a crush on Sunandha. That’s why he never got married.”

Aruna rolled her eyes. “I’m not interested in this nonsense.”

Sundar Rao chuckled. “Maybe not, but think about it. Anand was a good friend of your father. If he truly had feelings for Sunandha, he might still be looking out for her. There’s every chance he could tell her the truth.”

Aruna’s expression darkened for a brief moment before she exhaled slowly. “I already considered that,” she said. “I’ve planned every step carefully, and I won’t let anything slip out of my control. So don’t worry about Anand or anything else.”

Sundar Rao hesitated for a moment before responding. “If you say so.”

“I do,” Aruna said firmly. “Just stick to what I ask you to do. Everything else is under control.”

She ended the call, a confident smirk playing on her lips. Everything was moving according to her plan.

End of Chapter 14

[Hotyyhard]

very nice update

[tweeny_fory]

wow man.. what a flow of events and misteries behind aruna
well calculated and emotional drama is going to unfold
lets see who has the final win on this

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Chapter 15: Crossing Shadows

Babu hesitated outside Sunandha’s room before finally gathering his courage and stepping in. Sunandha, who was going through some papers, looked up and smiled.

“What is it, Babu?” she asked.

Babu took a deep breath. “Amma… I don’t want to marry Gita.”

Sunandha’s smile faded, and she placed the papers down carefully. “What?”

“I don’t want to get married,” Babu repeated, avoiding her gaze.

Sunandha’s brows furrowed. “Why? What happened?”

“There’s no reason. I just… don’t want to,” he muttered.

For a moment, Sunandha simply stared at him, processing his words. Then, her expression hardened. “No reason? Do you think this is a game, Babu? You agreed to this engagement. Gita and her family are counting on us, and now, just two days before the ceremony, you suddenly say you don’t want to marry?”

Babu remained silent, clenching his fists.

Sunandha’s voice rose with anger. “I have had enough of your recklessness! You’ve neglected your studies, you’re wasting your life without a job, and you have no sense of responsibility. You’re living off me without any plans for your future, and now you’re ruining an innocent girl’s life?”

Babu flinched at her words but still refused to answer.

Sunandha stood up, frustration evident in her stance. “You and Gita got intimate, Babu. Don’t think I don’t know. You crossed a line with her, and now you want to walk away as if it means nothing?”

Babu’s eyes widened slightly, but he quickly masked his reaction.

Unbeknownst to them, Aruna stood behind the slightly open door, listening intently. A satisfied smirk appeared on her lips as she observed the heated argument, waiting for the right moment to step in.

Babu clenched his fists, his patience running thin. Sunandha’s accusations kept piling up, and he could feel his anger bubbling over.

“Enough, Amma!” he snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a whip. “I haven’t done anything wrong. The relationship I had with Gita was consensual. No one can clap with a single hand.”

Sunandha’s face turned red with fury. “Are you even listening to yourself?” she shouted. “I am disgusted by you, Babu! Is this how you honor our family? How you honor your father?”

Babu’s eyes darkened, his expression unreadable. Then, in a low but firm voice, he said, “You cannot teach me about honoring my dad.”

Sunandha looked taken aback. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not blind, Amma,” Babu continued, his voice laced with bitterness. “Don’t you think I see what’s going on between you and that Prakash?”

Sunandha’s breath caught in her throat. For a moment, she just stood there, completely stunned into silence.

Outside the door, Aruna’s smirk faltered. Her eyes narrowed as she absorbed Babu’s words. Sunandha and Prakash? she thought, stunned. How did I miss that?

Her mind raced. This was unexpected… but also very interesting. A new opportunity. A new weakness. And Aruna never let weaknesses go to waste.

Sunandha took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. Babu’s words had shaken her, but she wouldn’t let them go unanswered.

“How can you accuse me like this, Babu?” she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. “Do you really think what you did to Gita and what I have with Prakash are the same?”

“Yes!” Babu interrupted abruptly, his voice sharp and unyielding.

Sunandha's eyes widened in shock.

“You are a hypocrite, Amma,” Babu spat out. “If you are right, then I am right too. And if I am wrong, then so are you.”

Sunandha felt something inside her snap. This was her son—the boy she had raised, the boy she had sacrificed so much for—and now he was standing here, throwing accusations at her as if she were some disgrace.

Her voice trembled, but not with weakness—with rage. “I have had enough, Babu. Get out of my house!”

Babu flinched but didn’t back down. He stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.

Sunandha stood there, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. The house suddenly felt suffocatingly silent.

Outside, Aruna smirked. This is better than I expected, she thought. The cracks are deepening.

As Babu stormed out of the room, Aruna stepped into his path, reaching for his arm.

“Babu, wait! Please don’t go like this,” she pleaded, her voice laced with concern.

But Babu barely spared her a glance. He shrugged off her touch and walked away without a word.

Aruna turned back to Sunandha, her face painted with worry. “Amma, what is happening? Why are you both fighting like this?”

Sunandha let out a heavy sigh, shaking her head in exhaustion. “Let him go, Aruna. I have had enough of his antics. I’m done.”

Aruna lowered her gaze as if saddened, but the moment Sunandha turned away, a wicked smile curled on her lips. Everything is falling into place.

Few hours later, Babu stormed into Purushotham’s house, his face flushed with frustration. Purushotham, lounging on his cot, sat up straight at the sight of his friend’s distressed expression.

“What happened?” Purushotham asked, lighting a cigarette.

Babu ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I told Amma I don’t want to marry Gita. She lost it. Threw me out of the house.”

Purushotham scoffed. “What did you expect? The engagement is in two days, and you suddenly drop this on her?”

Babu ignored his tone. “I need your help, man. You know my mom listens to you. Talk to her. Make her understand.”

Purushotham took a slow drag, his eyes narrowing. “Understand what? That you’re backing out like a coward? That you’re ruining a girl’s life for your own selfish reasons?”

Babu’s jaw tightened. “It’s not like that. Gita herself has doubts—”

“Bullshit!” Purushotham snapped, throwing the cigarette to the ground. He stood up, his voice rising with anger. “You’re lying through your fucking teeth! I know why you don’t want to marry her.”

Babu took a step back. “What are you talking about?”

Purushotham laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “Don’t act innocent. I know you’re fucking Aruna.”

Babu froze.

Purushotham’s face twisted in disgust. “She’s your sister, man! Your fucking sister! How the hell can you do that?”

Babu’s hands clenched into fists. “Watch your mouth, Purushotham.”

“Or what?” Purushotham sneered, stepping closer. “You’ll hit me? Go ahead! But it won’t change the fact that you’ve lost your fucking mind! This isn’t just some cheap fling, Babu! This is sick!”

Babu’s breath was heavy, his mind racing. He had expected anger from his mother, but he wasn’t prepared for this confrontation.

Purushotham took another step forward, his voice lowering but still filled with venom. “You think people won’t find out? That you can keep this dirty little secret forever? Wake the fuck up! You’re playing with fire, and it’s going to burn you alive.”

Babu remained silent, his pulse pounding.

Purushotham shook his head one last time. “Go ahead with the engagement. Do the right thing. Or keep chasing that twisted fantasy of yours and watch your whole damn life collapse.”

Babu turned and stormed out without another word.

Purushotham stood there, breathing heavily, fists clenched. This is worse than I thought.

Babu paced along the dimly lit street, his mind in turmoil. Pulling out his phone, he dialed Aruna’s number. She picked up almost immediately.

“What happened?” she asked, her voice calm, almost expectant.

Babu exhaled sharply. “I went to Purushotham… asked him to talk to Amma. Thought maybe he could fix things.”

Aruna’s grip on the phone tightened. Purushotham is the only one who could talk to Sunandha and convince her to forgive Babu. If anyone could ruin her plans, it was him.

“And?” she asked carefully.

“He lost his shit.” Babu’s voice was laced with frustration. “He said he knows about us.”

Aruna’s eyes widened momentarily before she quickly masked her reaction. “He knows?”

Babu nodded as if she could see him. “Yeah. He was furious. Called me all sorts of things… said I was sick, that I’ve lost my mind.”

Aruna feigned concern. “What are you going to do now?”

“I don’t know,” Babu admitted, rubbing his forehead. “I can’t go home. Amma’s done with me.”

Aruna’s voice softened, laced with just the right amount of sympathy. “Listen to me, Babu. Go to a friend’s place for now. Just stay out of sight. Let me handle Amma.”

Babu hesitated before nodding. “Alright.”

“Don’t worry,” Aruna reassured him. “I’ll fix everything.”

As Babu hung up, Aruna lowered the phone, a slow smile creeping across her face. Perfect.

Purushotham had always been the biggest threat—the one person who could have defused the situation, who could have convinced Sunandha to take Babu back.

But now, Purushotham was out of the picture.

And Babu? He is completely under her control.

The next day, Sunandha sat on the living room sofa, her face pale, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched her phone. One by one, she called the relatives, her voice steady but heavy with disappointment.

"The engagement is canceled," she informed them, swallowing the lump in her throat. "Babu doesn’t want to go through with it."

Each call was met with shock, disappointment, and questions she had no energy to answer. The whispers would spread fast, she knew. The humiliation was inevitable.

Just as she hung up from the last call, there was a knock at the door. Sunandha turned, already feeling a sense of dread.

Srinu stepped inside, his usual cheerful demeanor absent. His eyes scanned her face, sensing something was terribly wrong. "Madam…" he began hesitantly.

Sunandha exhaled, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "Srinu… I’m sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The engagement is canceled. Babu doesn’t want to marry Gita."

Srinu froze. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out. He blinked, as if trying to process what he had just heard. His hands, which had been resting at his sides, curled into fists.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, slowly, his eyes glistened. A single tear escaped, rolling down his cheek.

He swallowed hard, nodding stiffly. "I… I understand, Madam." His voice was strained, thick with emotion.

Sunandha wanted to say something—anything—to ease his pain. But what could she say? Nothing would change the truth.

Without another word, Srinu turned and walked out, his steps heavy, his heart heavier.

Continued in the next part….

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Chapter 15 part 2

Next day, Sunandha sat motionless in the quarters, staring blankly ahead. The day that was meant to be filled with joy had instead unraveled into something she could barely process. The humiliation of calling off Babu’s engagement, the whispers of relatives, and the weight of his accusations still clung to her like a shadow. She even asked Rani to leave as soon as she finished her chores, wanting some quiet time.

Moments later, the doorbell rang echoing through the quiet quarters, breaking the suffocating silence.

Sunanda sighed and got up to answer it. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see Mr. Anand standing there, dressed in his usual crisp white shirt and neatly pressed trousers. His expression was serious, his eyes scanning her face as if searching for answers.

"Anand garu," Sunanda said, stepping aside to let him in. "Please, come in."

As Anand walked inside, his eyes immediately landed on Aruna, who was casually seated on the sofa, flipping through a magazine. Aruna remained silent, offering him a polite but nervous smile. He had known Aruna from the past, but he hadn’t expected to find her here, settled comfortably in Sunanda’s home.

His expression changed—confusion, then surprise, and finally, a hint of disapproval.

He turned to Sunanda. "What is Aruna doing here?"

Sunanda glanced at Aruna before responding. "She’s been living with us for the past two years since Narendra passed away."

Anand didn’t respond right away. He turned back to Sunanda. "Can we talk? Alone."

Sunanda hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Of course."

Aruna’s expression shifted abruptly. The casual confidence on her face drained away, replaced by a sudden, sharp tension. Her fingers, which had been lazily flipping through a magazine, now gripped its pages tightly.

Her mind raced. What if Anand tells Sunanda about Yedukondalu?

Two years ago, when she manipulated the situation to her advantage. She had implicated even Sunanda in the sexual harassment charges against Yedukondalu, twisting the narrative. Sunanda had no idea that her name had been dragged into it.

And Anand… he was the inquiry officer in that case.

Of course, he knew the truth. He had led the internal investigation, gathered statements, and reviewed the evidence. If he had come here now, looking serious and asking to talk to Sunanda alone, it could only mean one thing—he was planning to tell her everything.

Aruna’s breath hitched. If Sunanda found out that she had been falsely implicated in the case, it would destroy everything Aruna had built over the last two years.

She swallowed hard, forcing herself to think. Taking a deep breath, she quickly composed herself, but inside, she was panicking.

“I can’t let this happen.” she thought.

As Anand and Sunanda started walking toward Sunanda’s bedroom, Aruna felt the walls closing in. This was it. If Anand spoke to Sunanda in private, she had no control over what he might reveal.

Panic surged through her, but she masked it instantly.

In one swift motion, Aruna stood up from the sofa, her voice carrying a sudden warmth.

“Anand sir! I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you at first.” She forced a bright smile onto her face. “You’ve changed a lot!”

Before Anand could respond, she stepped forward and hugged him. It was quick, almost natural—an act that would disarm him before he could react.

And as she leaned close, she lowered her voice, her words meant only for him.

“Before you tell Amma anything, just listen to me for five minutes.”

She pulled away, maintaining her pleasant expression as if nothing had happened. But her eyes locked onto Anand’s, filled with an unspoken urgency.

“Then you can do whatever you want to do.”

As the tension in the room thickened, Aruna quickly regained her composure. She turned to Sunanda with a playful yet firm tone, her voice carrying an air of casual hospitality.

“What is this, Amma? You’re not even offering our guest some tea or coffee?” She flashed a smile, masking the storm raging inside her.

Sunanda, still caught off guard by Anand’s sudden visit, hesitated for a moment. Before she could respond, Aruna turned to Anand, her tone light and insistent.

“Amma, please prepare some coffee for Anand sir.”

Anand, however, was in no mood for pleasantries. His gaze remained fixed on Sunanda as he said, “It’s okay. I just want to talk to you.”

But Aruna wasn’t about to let that happen just yet.

She stepped in smoothly, her voice carrying a subtle authority.

“First, have some coffee.” She smiled again, but there was an unmistakable firmness in her tone. “Then you can talk to Amma as much as you want.”

She met Anand’s gaze, silently daring him to push back. Every second she delayed his conversation with Sunanda was a small victory.

As Sunanda disappeared into the kitchen, Aruna wasted no time. She turned to Anand, her voice softer now, calculated yet urgent.

“Whatever happened seven years ago was a mistake. I realize that now.” She looked at him, her eyes filled with something resembling regret. “Two years ago, when my father passed away, Amma took me in. She cared for me. I have built a good life here.”

She took a step closer, lowering her voice as if pleading. “Please don’t ruin it for me by telling Amma everything.”

Anand’s expression hardened. He didn’t respond immediately, but Aruna could see the conflict in his eyes. He was thinking. That was a good sign.

But Aruna knew her life here alone wasn’t enough to persuade him. She needed to offer him something more—something irresistible.

She took a deep breath and played her final card.

“Anand, I know you love Amma.”

Anand’s gaze snapped to hers, and for a fleeting moment, she saw the flicker of truth in his eyes.

She pressed on. “If you let me have my life here, I will help you win hers.”

Anand remained silent, his jaw tightening.

“She is in a vulnerable position right now,” Aruna continued smoothly. “If I talk to her, I can help you. You can marry her.” She paused, then added with a knowing smirk, “I know you never married because you loved Amma.”

Anand clenched his fists, looking away. She had hit a nerve.

As Sunanda walked in, carrying a steaming cup of coffee, her face was calm, but her eyes held a quiet curiosity. She placed the cup on the table in front of Anand and then waited for him to finish it. As soon as he was done Sunandha said “Anand, you wanted to talk to me in private.” She gestured toward her bedroom. “Let’s go.”

Anand glanced briefly at Aruna before rising from his seat. He nodded silently and followed Sunanda into the bedroom.

For the next 30 minutes Aruna sat stiffly on the sofa, her fingers drumming lightly against the armrest. Every passing second felt like an eternity.

Her mind raced with possibilities. Was Anand telling her everything? Was he bringing up Yedukondalu? Was he warning Sunanda about her? Or was he using this opportunity to get close to her, just like she had suggested?

She bit her lip, trying to appear composed, but her body betrayed her—her foot tapped anxiously against the floor. She hated not being in control.

Finally, the door creaked open.

Anand stepped out, his face unreadable. He glanced at Aruna and gave a polite nod. “Goodbye, Aruna.”

And just like that, he was gone.

Aruna immediately turned to Sunanda, her curiosity burning through her facade of indifference.

“What did he say?” she asked, forcing a casual tone.

Sunanda exhaled as she sank into the chair, rubbing her temple as if she were tired.

“Nothing unusual,” she said, “He asked about the engagement—why it was canceled. Where Babu is now. If I was doing okay.”**

Aruna’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but Sunanda kept talking.

“He also said I was being too hard on Babu.” She sighed. “He thinks I should forgive him.”

Aruna’s jaw tightened.

“He told me that no matter how angry I am, I can’t live without Babu for too long. That I would regret push him away.”

She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. “He said it was for my own sake… not even for Babu’s, but for me.”

She looked at Aruna, her eyes searching. “Do you think he’s right?”

Aruna forced a gentle smile, but inside, she was seething.

So Anand didn’t expose her… but he had planted a seed in Sunanda’s mind.

A dangerous seed.

Aruna sighed and looked down, as if contemplating her words carefully. Then, in a soft voice, she said,

“I don’t know, Amma. Maybe… maybe it’s my fault to some extent.”

Sunanda frowned, confused. “Your fault? What are you talking about?”

Aruna hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “I mean, I always gave Babu whatever he wanted. All the pocket money, all the freedom to spend it however he wished… Maybe I spoiled him without realizing it.” She sighed again. “Maybe I made him believe that he didn’t have to take responsibility for himself.”

Sunanda’s face softened, but her voice remained firm.

“Aruna, don’t blame yourself for his actions.” She shook her head. “Babu is not a child anymore. He knew what he was doing.”

Aruna nodded. “You’re right, Amma. But… Anand does have a point. Sooner or later, you’ll have to forgive him.”

Sunanda’s eyes darkened for a moment, and she leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping lightly against the armrest.

“Yes, eventually,” she admitted after a pause. “Just… not yet.”

She turned to Aruna and gave her a small, tired smile. “But don’t you ever think that this is your fault, Aruna. Babu made his choices. He has to face the consequences.”

Aruna gave a faint nod, but inside, her mind was racing. Sunanda had made up her mind.

She will forgive Babu… but not yet.

And that was all Aruna needed.

That evening, even though Sunanda had given her permission to take the rest of the day off, Rani still came to the quarters. She told herself it was just to check if everything was all right, but deep down, she knew she was worried about Sunanda Madam.

As she stepped inside, the house felt unusually quiet. Sunanda was sitting on the sofa, staring at nothing in particular, lost in thought. Aruna sat across her browsing through her phone. Rani Sat near Sunandha's feet Cutting Vegetables for the night dinner.  The doorbell rang, breaking the silence. Sunanda looked up, startled, while Rani quickly got to her feet.

"I’ll check, madam," Rani said, making her way to the door.

She opened it just enough to see who was outside, then paused for a moment before closing it again and returning to Sunanda.

"Madam…," she said, “Someone named Ratna Kumar is here to see you.”

Sunandha barely acknowledged her. She simply gave a slight nod.

Ratna Kumar entered, hesitating for a moment before clearing his throat. “Madam,” he began carefully, “I need to speak with you about something important.”

Sunandha didn’t react.

Ratna Kumar sighed, shifting uncomfortably. “I must first apologize for the delay in bringing this to your attention. Two years ago, when Narendra Garu passed away, I had to leave for abroad to settle my daughter in university. By the time I returned, my mother fell ill, and I was caught up in taking care of her. That’s why it took me this long to meet you.”

He pulled out a folder and placed it on the table. “This is Narendra Garu’s will.”

He took a deep breath and began reading. “As per this will, the house in Guntur and six acres of agricultural land in Kakani are to be given to his first wife’s children—Aruna, Venu, and Vani. The Hyderabad house and three acres of land in Kazipet, though earned by Narendra Garu, were made possible with your support, and so they are given to you and Babu. However…” Ratna Kumar hesitated for a moment before continuing, “as long as you are alive, you have full control over the entire property. You have the right to make any changes, including writing anyone out of the will at your discretion.”

He looked up, waiting for a reaction. But Sunandha sat still, her face unreadable.

The silence stretched, heavy and thick, until Aruna finally spoke.

“Amma,” she said gently, stepping forward. “I know this isn’t the right time, and I hate to bring this up, but it’s important.”

Sunandha slowly turned her gaze toward Aruna.

“Venu wants to sell his share of the property,” Aruna continued carefully. “He wants to invest in his business. He applied for a legal heir certificate, and the process is pending.”

Ratna Kumar glanced at Sunandha, but her expression didn’t change.

“We didn’t know about the will, Amma,” Aruna added quickly. “We had no idea you had full control over the property. Please… don’t take any action against Venu. It’s an honest mistake.”

The room fell into silence again. Sunandha exhaled slowly, but her face remained unreadable.

Sunandha looked at Aruna for a long moment, her eyes filled with exhaustion and resignation. Then, with a deep breath, she spoke.

“It’s alright, Aruna,” she said, her voice steady but heavy. “Venu and Vani are also my children, even if they don’t see me as their mother.”

Aruna remained silent, watching her carefully.

Sunandha continued, “Your father wanted them to have their share, and I won’t stand in the way of that. I’ll make sure Venu gets what was intended for him.”

She then turned toward Ratna Kumar, her expression resolute. “Prepare the necessary documentation—not just for Venu’s share, but for mine as well.”

Ratna Kumar frowned slightly. “Madam… your share?”

“Yes,” Sunandha confirmed. “I want to transfer my share, as well as Babu’s, to Aruna, Venu, and Vani. They can have everything.”

A stunned silence filled the room. Aruna’s fingers tightened slightly, but she quickly masked her reaction.

Ratna Kumar hesitated. “Are you sure?”

“I am,” Sunandha said firmly. “If my presence in that will was meant to control them, then I want nothing to do with it. Let them have the properties. I don’t need them.”

Ratna Kumar nodded slowly, still processing her decision.

Sunandha sat back in her chair, as if the weight of the day had finally settled on her shoulders. “If that’s all,” she said, her voice quiet but unwavering, “you may both leave.”

Ratna Kumar gathered his documents, glancing briefly at Aruna, who forced a smile despite the turmoil in her mind. “Thank you, Amma,” she said, her voice carefully controlled.

She turned to leave, but as she stepped out of the room, her thoughts raced. This was unexpected—but not necessarily a setback. Sunandha’s emotions had made her impulsive, and impulsive decisions could be manipulated. Aruna just needed to play her next move carefully.

Aruna walked out of the room, maintaining a composed expression, but inside, her mind was reeling. This was more than she had planned for. She had expected Sunandha to agree to Venu’s request without resistance—but for her to give away her entire share, including Babu’s, was completely unexpected.

She had spent years carefully maneuvering her way to secure what she believed was rightfully hers, but she had never imagined that Sunandha would surrender so easily.

Why would she do this? Aruna thought, her fingers clenching into a fist. Guilt? Resentment? Or is this some kind of trick?

For the first time, Aruna felt a flicker of unease. Sunandha had always been strong-willed, never one to back down easily. This sudden decision—without argument, without hesitation—didn’t sit right with her.

As she reached the corridor, she forced herself to take a deep breath. No, this isn’t a problem—it’s an opportunity. She had won more than she had ever hoped for. Now, she just needed to make sure nothing changed before the papers were signed.

Aruna had expected Sunandha’s anger toward Babu to cloud her judgment, perhaps even push her into giving away what rightfully belonged to Aruna, Venu, and Vani. But she had never anticipated this. Sunandha wasn’t just giving away Narendra’s share—she was surrendering her own property and Babu’s as well.

Aruna kept her expression neutral, but inside, she was stunned. What is she thinking? This was too easy. Sunandha had spent years protecting Babu, shaping his future, ensuring he had everything. Yet now, with just one confrontation, she was willing to strip him of his inheritance entirely?

Is it Punishment? An overreaction ? Or something else?

For a moment, doubt crept in. Had she pushed too hard? Had she miscalculated? But as quickly as the uncertainty came, she suppressed it. No. It doesn’t matter why she’s doing it. What matters is that she is.

Now, all she had to do was make sure nothing changed before the documents were signed.

Continued in the next part……

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Chapter 15 part 3

Next day at Venu’s new residence in Hyderabad, the atmosphere was filled with celebration. Sundar Rao and Vani were enjoying the moment, while Aruna sat beside Venu, a thoughtful expression on her face.

After a few pleasantries, Aruna finally spoke. “Venu, I’ve decided to get involved in the business more actively from now on.”

Venu looked at her, slightly surprised. “That’s great, Akka. But why the sudden decision?”

Aruna leaned forward, her eyes sharp. “Because I think it’s time we expand our business.”

Rachana, who had been listening quietly, interjected. “Expansion is a good idea, but our business has just started thriving. Growing too fast might be risky.”

Venu nodded. “And since you’ve quit working with Purushottam, he may not fund us anymore. We have to be careful about our investments.”

Aruna smirked slightly. “We don’t need Purushottam.”

Vani frowned. “Then how are we going to fund the expansion?”

Aruna’s voice was firm. “By selling our house.”

Venu’s expression changed instantly. “Really, Akka? You think this is the right time to sell our house?”

Aruna met his gaze without hesitation. “Yes, Venu. This is the perfect time.”

As the celebrations continued inside the house, Aruna stood on the balcony, gazing at the city lights. The air was crisp, carrying the faint hum of traffic from below. She took a deep breath, letting the night’s coolness calm her racing thoughts.

Sundar Rao walked up beside her, his presence familiar yet intrusive. He leaned on the railing and said, “You did it, Aruna. You got everything you wanted.”

Aruna smirked, still looking at the view. “Not everything, Uncle. Not yet.”

Sundar Rao chuckled. “Now that it's done, will you move back with Venu and his family?”

Aruna turned to face him, her expression unreadable. “Not yet, Uncle. We need to wait till Sunanda signs the final documents. Once that’s done, I’ll move back.”

Sundar Rao studied her for a moment before stepping closer. “Aruna, it’s been a long time since we’ve been together.” His voice was low, suggestive. “I want to celebrate this occasion with you. Just the two of us. Can we go somewhere private?”

Aruna tilted her head, considering him. The night had gone perfectly, and she was in a good mood. A slow smile spread across her lips.

“Why not?” she said. “Let’s go, Uncle.”

Aruna and Sundar Rao returned to the living room where Venu, Rachana, and the rest of the family were still chatting.

Aruna stretched her arms and let out a small yawn. “It’s getting late. I should head back.”

Venu nodded. “I’ll ask the driver to drop you.”

Aruna quickly interjected, “No need, Uncle will drop me at Sunanda’s house.” She turned to Sundar Rao with a knowing glance, and he gave her a subtle smile.

Sundar Rao adjusted his shirt and said, “Yes, I’ll make sure she gets home safely.”

Venu and Rachana didn’t think much of it. “Alright, good night then,” Rachana said warmly.

Aruna smiled. “Good night, everyone.”

With that, she and Sundar Rao stepped out into the night. Instead of heading towards Sunanda’s quarters, they made their way to a hotel, disappearing into the dimly lit streets.

Once inside the hotel room, the tension between Aruna and Sundar Rao was palpable. Aruna's voluptuous figure filled out her traditional sari in a way that made his cock throb with anticipation. Her ample bosom strained against the fabric, and he could see the outline of her erect nipples poking through. Her wide hips swayed as she walked, hinting at the delicious pussy hidden beneath the layers of clothing. She looked at him with a seductive mischief in her eyes, a sight which only added to his lust.

Sundar Rao was a man of experience, but tonight, he felt like a teenager discovering the wonders of a woman's body for the first time. His own body responded with a fervor that surprised even him, his cock thickening and straining against his pants as he took in her beauty.

He stepped closer to her, his heart pounding in his chest. "Aruna," he breathed, his voice husky with desire. "You're so beautiful."

Aruna's cheeks flushed with pleasure at his words. She reached up and placed a hand on his chest, feeling the heat of his skin through the thin material of his shirt. " I know ," she whispered, her eyes dropping to the bulge in his pants.

With trembling hands, Sundar Rao began to unwrap the sari from around her body. Each layer revealed more of her flawless, golden skin, until she stood before him in nothing but a transparent blouse and petticoat. Her breasts jiggled slightly with every movement, and he could see the dark outline of her areolae and the tight buds of her nipples.

He reached out and cupped one of her breasts, feeling the weight of it in his hand. She gasped and arched her back, pushing her chest closer to him. He squeezed gently, feeling her nipple harden under his thumb.

Aruna's hand slid down his body to the bulge in his pants, and she began to rub it gently through the fabric. He groaned and leaned in to kiss her, his tongue delving into her mouth with a hunger that had been building for hours.

Their kiss grew more urgent, and she could feel his cock growing harder and larger beneath her touch. She unzipped his pants and reached inside, wrapping her hand around the hot, velvety length of his erection.

He broke the kiss and stepped back, his eyes dark with lust. "Let me see you," he said, his voice a gruff command.

Aruna complied, her hands moving to the hooks of her blouse. She undid them one by one, and the garment fell away to expose her breasts in all their glory. They were round and firm, the tips already swollen and dark with desire.

Sundar Rao's eyes feasted on the sight of her naked flesh. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to caress the soft mound of her stomach before sliding down to the heat between her thighs. He felt the wetness of her pussy through the fabric of her petticoat, and his cock twitched in response.

Aruna's breath hitched as his fingers found their way under the cloth and touched her bare skin. She was soaking wet, her juices coating his fingers as he rubbed her clit in slow, teasing circles.

Her legs grew weak, and she leaned against the bed for support. He pushed the petticoat aside and knelt before her, his face level with her pussy. He inhaled deeply, taking in the musky scent of her arousal.

Without warning, he leaned in and licked her from slit to clit, causing her to gasp and grab onto the bedpost. His tongue was hot and wet, and it danced over her sensitive flesh with an expertise that made her knees wobble.

He continued to lick and suck, his teeth grazing her clit as she moaned and writhed above him. He slid two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out as he feasted on her.

Her orgasm built slowly, a crescendo of pleasure that grew with every stroke of his tongue. She could feel it coiling in her belly, ready to explode.

Finally, Her orgasm hit her like a wave, crashing over her body and sending spasms through her core. She cried out, her hips bucking against his face as he continued to lick and suck her clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel her pussy clenching around his fingers as the pleasure consumed her. Sundar Rao's tongue delved deeper, exploring every fold and crevice of her wet, quivering sex, drawing out every last ounce of her climax.

Her body trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and she looked down at him, his face glistening with her juices. The sight of his unbridled hunger for her was incredibly arousing, and she felt a second wave of desire wash over her.

Sundar Rao stood, his eyes never leaving hers as he removed his shirt, revealing a chest covered in a dusting of dark hair that trailed down to his navel. He unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them, his erection springing free. It was long and thick, a testament to his desire for her.

They moved together to the bed, their bodies colliding in a tangle of limbs and passion. Aruna's soft curves pressed against his firm muscles, her skin like silk against his. He kissed her again, his hands roaming her body, exploring every inch of her as if he hadn't had his fill.

As their kiss deepened, she reached down and guided his cock to her entrance. He pushed in slowly, filling her inch by inch, stretching her tight pussy to accommodate his size. She gasped into his mouth as he reached the hilt, the feeling of being completely filled by him almost too much to handle.

They began to move together in a rhythm as old times, their bodies rocking in unison as they sought out each other's pleasure points. Each thrust brought a new sensation, a new gasp, a new moan. The room was filled with the sweet sounds of skin slapping against skin, of wetness and need.

Their hips collided with an intensity that grew with every stroke, and Aruna felt herself climbing towards another peak. Her pussy clamped down around his cock, and she could feel her orgasm building again, ready to explode.

Sundar Rao's breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, "Come for me, Aruna. Let me feel you come all over my cock."

The words were all it took, and she shattered again, her body convulsing with pleasure as she cried out his name. He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he emptied himself into her welcoming heat.

As their breathing slowed, and their bodies grew sticky with sweat, Sundar Rao leaned over Aruna, his chest heaving with the exertion of their passionate encounter. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and finally her lips. "Aruna, my sweet," he murmured, "You've only become more beautiful with time." His eyes roamed over her flushed body, lingering on the swollen lips of her pussy, which still pulsed with the echoes of their shared ecstasy. Aruna's cheeks colored with a mix of pleasure and shyness at his words, a soft smile playing on her full lips. She reached up to trace the contours of his face with her fingertips, feeling the stubble of his beard and the roughness of his skin. Her hand then moved to his chest, feeling the erratic thumping of his heart, a testament to the intensity of their union.

As Aruna lay beside Sundar Rao in the dimly lit hotel room, her body was still, but her mind was restless. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, remnants of the celebration they had indulged in. Sundar Rao lay beside her, breathing heavily, satisfied. His hand lazily traced circles on her back, but Aruna barely felt it.

She stared at the ceiling, her mind drifting elsewhere—to Babu.

No matter how much she tried to push him out of her thoughts, he was always there. The way he looked at her, the way he kissed her—it wasn’t like this. With Babu, it felt natural, as if they belonged together. As if she wasn’t manipulating him, but rather surrendering to something greater than herself.

Her whole life, she had used men to get what she wanted. She had seduced, lied, and controlled every situation in her favor. But with Babu, it was different. She wasn’t in control. When he touched her, she felt something she never had before—something terrifyingly real.

Sundar Rao shifted beside her, pulling her closer. “You did well, Aruna,” he murmured sleepily. “Everything is finally falling into place.”

Aruna forced a smile and rested her head on his chest. "Yes, Uncle. Everything is as it should be."

But deep inside, she knew that was a lie. Because in this moment, in this bed, she didn’t feel victorious. She didn’t feel powerful.

She felt empty.

Because the only man she truly wanted was the one she could never have.

Continued in part 4……

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Chapter 15 part 4

As Aruna sat at the breakfast table, casually stirring her coffee, Sunanda watched her with a sharp gaze. “Where were you last night, Aruna? You didn’t come home.”

Aruna barely looked up as she replied, her tone smooth and effortless. “I had invited everyone for Babu’s engagement, hoping to bring the family together. But since that didn’t happen, I had to explain everything to them. You know how time flies when we start talking, Amma. I didn’t even realize when it got past midnight. So, I stayed at Venu’s home.”

Sunanda took a slow sip of her coffee, studying Aruna’s face. “I see,” she said, her voice unreadable.

Aruna met her gaze with a small smile. “I didn’t want to disturb you so late at night, Amma.”

Sunanda set her cup down and looked at Aruna intently. “Even when you worked with Purushotham, you always came home, no matter how late. But that was work,” she said, pausing for a moment before continuing. “Last night was your brother’s home… I just forgot that fact.”

Aruna immediately softened her expression and reached for Sunanda’s hand. “Please forgive me, Amma. I should have called you. It won’t happen again.”

Sunanda let out a small sigh, nodding. “Alright, just be mindful next time.”

Aruna smiled, relieved that the conversation had passed without much suspicion. But deep down, she knew she had to be more careful.

Sunanda frowned slightly, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. “Speaking of Purushotham, he hasn’t called me lately. Have you spoken to him?”

Aruna hesitated for a brief moment before answering. “Yes… I did. He proposed to me.”

Sunanda’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Really? And what did you say?”

Aruna gave a small, uncertain smile. “I rejected him.”

Sunanda looked puzzled. “Why? You two would make a lovely couple.”

Aruna let out a soft laugh and shook her head. “Amma, I may not look it, but I’m ten years older than him. He’s still so young.”

Sunanda considered this for a moment, nodding slowly. “I suppose…”

Aruna took a sip of her coffee and then said, almost casually, “I do want to settle down, Amma, but with someone more suitable to my age. Maybe someone like Dr. Prakash.”

Sunanda froze mid-sip, her body tensing as an unexpected chill ran through her. “Dr. Prakash?” she repeated, her voice quieter than before.

"Amma, just because he's your friend doesn’t mean he’s my uncle. He’s only a few years older than me," Aruna said. "I don’t mean Dr. Prakash exactly, but someone like him—someone mature, maybe a divorcee with children, someone who can give me a family."

Aruna noticed her mother’s sudden stillness. She narrowed her eyes.

"Why did you freeze just now, Amma?" Aruna asked, leaning forward. "Is there any truth in what Babu said? About you and Dr. Prakash having an affair?"

Sunanda didn’t respond. Her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out.

Aruna's eyes widened. "Oh my God… it’s true, isn’t it?" she whispered.

Sunanda looked away.

Aruna took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "Amma, how can you expect Babu to act all mature and responsible when his own mother is sneaking around like a teenager?" she asked, her voice firm but not accusing.

Sunanda turned sharply. "Are you blaming me for Babu’s actions?" she asked, her tone defensive.

Aruna shook her head. "No, Amma. I’m just saying that if Dr. Prakash makes you happy, then you should do the right thing. Make it official. Even marry him if you want to," she said sincerely. "That will make Babu respect you more. And it will make him respect Dr. Prakash too."

Sunanda stared at Aruna, lost in thought. For the first time, she questioned whether she had been fighting a losing battle by keeping her relationship with Prakash a secret.

Sunanda let out a long sigh and leaned back against the sofa. "I did think about making it official," she admitted. "I even brought it up with Prakash a few times. But every time, he said no."

Aruna frowned. "Why?"

Sunanda shook her head, as if recalling those conversations. "He always had reasons. The alimony he’s still paying, the child support, his plans for a new hospital… He kept saying that marriage isn’t practical for him right now."

Aruna crossed her arms. "So, all his problems are about money," she said flatly.

Sunanda looked at her, slightly taken aback. "What do you mean?"

Aruna leaned forward. "Amma, think about it. Every excuse he gave you is financial—nothing to do with emotions. If he really loved you, would he let money stand in the way? And if finances are his biggest concern, then maybe he isn’t the right person for you."

Sunanda fell silent. Aruna could see the doubt flickering in her mother’s eyes.

"Amma," Aruna continued gently, "you’ve always told me that love is about standing by each other, no matter what. But it sounds like Prakash is more focused on his own stability than on your happiness."

Sunanda sighed again, this time deeper. "I don’t know, Aruna," she said, rubbing her temple. "I’ve given so much of my heart to this relationship. I never thought of it this way before."

"Maybe it’s time you do," Aruna said softly.

Aruna continued, her voice softer now. “Amma, your love life is none of my business, but maybe you should consider Anand.”

Sunanda blinked, caught off guard. “Anand?” she repeated, surprised.

Aruna smiled knowingly. “Yes, Amma. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

Sunanda scoffed lightly. “Anand and I have been friends for years, Aruna.”

“That may be true,” Aruna said, “but I don’t think his feelings for you are just friendship.”

Sunanda frowned. “What makes you say that?”

Aruna leaned forward. “Because he cares about you, Amma. When Babu’s engagement was called off, everyone was obsessed with why it happened—some were gossiping, some were blaming Babu. But Anand? He was the only one who came to ask how you were doing.”

Sunanda fell silent, recalling the moment. She remembered how, while others had focused on the chaos, Anand had simply asked, Are you okay, Sunanda?

“He respects you, Amma,” Aruna added gently. “And maybe it’s time you start thinking about someone who puts you first.”

Sunanda exhaled deeply, still unsure. “I never thought about Anand that way…”

“Maybe you should,” Aruna said with a small smile. “Just give it a thought.”

Sunanda nodded slowly, lost in contemplation.

Later that night, Aruna's phone rang. She picked it up and saw Anand's name flashing on the screen. A small smirk formed on her lips as she answered.

"Hello, Anand sir," she said in a sweet tone.

"Aruna, I just wanted to thank you," Anand's voice came through, filled with excitement. "Sunanda asked me to go on a date with her. I don’t know how you did it, but you were right—she just needed a little push."

Aruna chuckled softly. "I told you, Anand sir, I always keep my promises. But just remember our deal. You keep my secret, and I help you with Sunanda."

Anand hesitated for a moment before responding, "Of course, Aruna. I won’t say a word about the past. We both get what we want, right?"

"Exactly," Aruna said, her tone confident. "Enjoy your date. And make sure you impress her."

As she hung up, she leaned back on her bed, her mind racing. Everything was going according to her plan. Sunanda was now occupied with Anand, and as long as Anand kept his mouth shut, her past mistakes would remain buried.

Anand and Sunanda met at a quiet, elegant restaurant in the city. The warm lighting and soft instrumental music created a comfortable ambiance, putting Sunanda at ease.

As they settled into their seats, Anand smiled and said, "I was afraid you might cancel at the last minute."

Sunanda chuckled lightly. "Honestly, I almost did. But I thought—why not? It’s been a long time since I went out like this."

Throughout the evening, their conversation flowed effortlessly. They spoke about old memories, shared laughs over funny incidents from their college days, and even discussed books and travel. Sunanda found herself genuinely enjoying Anand’s company. He was charming, respectful, and, most importantly, he made her feel valued.

As the evening drew to a close, Anand looked at her and said, "I had a wonderful time, Sunanda. Would you be open to meeting again?"

Sunanda hesitated for a moment but then nodded with a soft smile. "Yes, I think I would like that."

Anand’s face lit up. "Great. Then let’s plan for another evening soon."

As they walked out of the restaurant, Sunanda felt a strange sense of warmth. It had been years since she felt this way. Maybe, just maybe, this was something worth exploring.

At the far side of the city, Babu stared at his phone for a long moment before finally dialing Aruna’s number. He wasn’t sure why he was calling her, maybe he just needed to hear a familiar voice.

After a few rings, Aruna picked up.

“Babu?” she said, sounding surprised.

“How are you?” he asked.

“I’m fine. How are you? How are you managing?”

“I’m doing okay,” Babu said, though he wasn’t sure how much he meant it. “How’s Amma?”

There was a brief pause before Aruna said, “Amma is on a date with Anand.”

Babu felt his chest tighten. “What?”

Aruna sighed. “Yes. They went out together tonight.”

For a moment, Babu couldn’t find any words. His mother, the woman who had thrown him out of the house, was now going on dates? She had cut him out of her life so easily, and now she was out enjoying herself like nothing had happened?

“Where are you staying now?” Aruna asked, breaking the silence.

“With my friend Jean,” Babu said, still processing what he had just heard. He gave her the address, though he wasn’t sure why. Maybe he still wanted to believe that Aruna cared about him, that she wasn’t just like Sunanda.

After the call ended, Babu sat on the edge of his bed, his mind racing.

"Amma has forgotten me," he thought bitterly. "She’s moving on, enjoying her life, while I’m here, trying to figure out how to even exist without my family."

He had always known that Sunanda was a strong woman, that she had the ability to stand on her own. But to see her move forward so quickly, without even looking back at him, felt like a betrayal. She hadn’t just sent him away—she had erased him from her life.

Babu let out a deep sigh, rubbing his face with his hands. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep pretending that he was okay.

The next morning, Sunanda sat at the dining table, sipping her tea as Rathnakumar placed a thick stack of documents before her.

“It’s all done, Madam,” he said, sliding the papers toward her. “Everything is in order, just as you wanted.”

Aruna sat across from her, watching intently. She kept her expression composed, but her heart pounded. This was the moment she had been waiting for.

Sunanda adjusted her glasses and picked up the pen. She hesitated briefly, glancing up at Rathnakumar. “This transfers the properties to Aruna, Venu, and Vani, correct?”

“Yes, exactly as you instructed,” Rathnakumar confirmed.

Sunanda exhaled slowly. Then, without another word, she signed the documents, one by one.

As she placed the pen down, a strange silence filled the room. Aruna’s fingers curled slightly against her saree as she suppressed a triumphant smile.

“It’s done,” Sunanda said, leaning back in her chair. She looked up at Aruna, her gaze lingering. “I hope this brings you all not just wealth but peace and stability.”

Aruna reached out and clasped Sunanda’s hand gently. “Thank you, Amma,” she said softly, her voice filled with emotion.

The next morning, as Sunanda sat in the living room reading the newspaper, Aruna approached her, dressed in a crisp cotton saree, her handbag slung over her shoulder.

"Amma, I wanted to tell you something," Aruna said, sitting beside her.

Sunanda lowered the newspaper and looked at her. "What is it, Aruna?"

"I'm going to Guntur," Aruna stated. "Now that the paperwork is done, it's time to sell our properties there. I want to invest in Venu's business and help it grow."

Sunanda's brows furrowed slightly. "So soon? You just got the properties transferred. Do you really need to rush into this?"

Aruna smiled reassuringly. "Yes, Amma. The market is good right now, and Venu’s business has great potential. If we delay, we might lose valuable opportunities."

Sunanda sighed. "How long will you be gone?"

"A few months, maybe," Aruna replied casually. "There’s a lot to handle, and I need to make sure everything is settled properly."

Sunanda nodded slowly, absorbing the news. "Alright, but take care of yourself, Aruna. And keep me updated."

Aruna squeezed Sunanda’s hand. "Of course, Amma. I’ll call you regularly."

With that, she picked up her luggage and walked towards the door. As Sunanda watched her leave, a strange emptiness settled in her heart.

Aruna stepped out of the auto and walked toward the narrow corridor leading to Jean's rented room. Her heart pounded as she reached the door. She hesitated for a moment before knocking.

The door creaked open, and there he was—Babu.

His eyes widened in shock and relief at the sight of her. "Aruna!" he whispered, almost not believing she was real.

But Aruna could only stare at him. He looked nothing like the confident young man she once knew. His hair was unkempt, his beard had grown out, and his clothes were wrinkled. His face, once so full of life, now carried exhaustion and sadness.

Tears welled up in her eyes. "Babu..." she choked out before rushing toward him.

Babu barely had time to react before she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly.

"I really love you," she whispered against his shoulder, her voice breaking.

Babu stood frozen for a moment, overwhelmed by her sudden embrace. Then, slowly, his arms came around her, pulling her close.

"You do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded against him. "Yes. I love you, Babu. I can't stay away from you anymore."

Babu closed his eyes, holding her even tighter, as if afraid she might disappear. For the first time in weeks, he felt warmth in his heart again.

Aruna pulled away slightly, looking into Babu’s tired yet familiar eyes. Her heart raced, and before she could stop herself, the words escaped her lips.

"Will you marry me, Babu?"

End of Chapter 15

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Chapter 16: Shadows of hope

It was a hectic day at Sunanda’s office. Papers were scattered across her desk, files piled high, and the sound of ringing phones filled the air. Sai entered her cabin, carrying a stack of documents for her to sign. Sunanda took the files, flipping through them swiftly, signing where needed.

As she reached the last file, she paused for a moment and looked up at Sai.

"How is Rani doing?" she asked, her tone filled with concern.

Sai, caught off guard by the question, hesitated before answering. "I... I haven’t talked to her, Madam."

Sunanda frowned. "Sai, how can you do this to Rani? She needs your support now more than ever. Her divorce case is really taking a toll on her, and she has even taken a leave from work."

Sai lowered his gaze, unsure how to respond.

Sunanda continued, "Rani needs her friends right now. You two are very close. She needs someone to stand by her. And Kishore… I still can’t believe he’s doing this to her. She’s such a good girl."

Sai took a deep breath and, after a moment’s hesitation, said, "Madam, this is not entirely Kishore’s fault."

Sunanda's eyes narrowed. "What are you saying, Sai?"

Sai hesitated again before finally speaking. "Madam… Rani was having an affair with Purushotham. That’s why Kishore filed for divorce."

Sunanda froze, the pen slipping from her fingers onto the desk. Shock washed over her face. "What?" she whispered, unable to believe what she had just heard.

Sai nodded solemnly. "I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s the truth. Kishore caught them together. That’s when he decided to file for divorce."

Sunanda shook her head in disbelief. "No… This doesn’t make sense. Rani is not that kind of woman. I’ve known her for years. There must be some misunderstanding."

Sai sighed. "I wouldn’t say this if I wasn’t sure, Madam. I’ve seen them together. And if you don’t believe me, you should ask Purushotham yourself."

Sunanda leaned back in her chair, her mind racing. The thought of Rani being involved with Purushotham was difficult to accept. She had always trusted Rani, believed in her sincerity. But if what Sai was saying was true, then everything she thought she knew about Rani was a lie.

She took a deep breath, trying to process it all. "Even if what you say is true, why did Kishore file for divorce now? Affairs happen, but marriages survive them too. Why now?"

Sai hesitated before answering. "Because he found out, Madam. He caught them together. He couldn’t take it anymore."

Sunanda’s heart sank. She had always thought of Purushotham as family, but if this was true, then he had betrayed her trust as well.

A heavy silence settled between them before Sunanda finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to talk to Purushotham."

The next day, Sunanda sat in the living room of the quarters, her mind clouded with thoughts. The weight of what Sai had told her was still heavy on her heart. She had spent the entire night thinking about it, debating whether she should confront Purushotham. But the more she thought, the clearer it became—she had to hear the truth from him.

She had called Purushotham in the morning, asking him to come over. Now, as she heard the sound of his bike stopping outside, she straightened her posture, preparing herself for the conversation ahead.

Purushotham walked in with a casual smile and greeted her. "Good morning, Aunty," he said respectfully. "How are you?"

Sunanda gave a small nod. "I’m fine, Purushotham. Please, sit."

Purushotham took a seat, looking a little anxious. "Aunty, I wanted to tell you something first. Aruna is not answering my calls either. I even spoke to her brother Venu, but he doesn't even know where she is. He only said that she is in Guntur. Do you know anything about this?"

Sunanda sighed. "It's okay, Purushotham. That’s not what I called you here for."

Purushotham frowned slightly, sensing a shift in her tone. "Then… what is it, Aunty?"

She took a deep breath, deciding to be direct. "I want to know the truth. Are you having an affair with Rani?"

For a moment, Purushotham said nothing. His eyes darted away, and he let out a deep sigh. When he looked back at Sunanda, there was no point in denying it.

"Aunty, I have always been honest with you," he said. "So, I am going to tell you the truth. Yes, I am having an affair with Rani."

Sunanda’s expression hardened, but she let him continue.

Sunanda clenched her jaw. "Purushotham, do you understand what you’re saying? Rani is a married woman! She has a husband, a life, a family. And now, because of you, her marriage is falling apart!"

Purushotham sighed. "I know, Aunty. And if you wish, I will try to mend things between them. I will try to get them back together. But I will not apologize."

Sunanda’s eyes widened. "What do you mean you won’t apologize? You have wronged Kishore. You have wronged Rani’s marriage!"

Purushotham shook his head. "No, Aunty. I will not apologize because I do not believe I did anything wrong."

Sunanda was shocked by his defiance. "How can you say that?" she demanded.

Purushotham leaned forward, his expression turning serious. "Aunty, let me tell you something you don’t know. Yes, I had an affair with Rani. But do you know why? Because I was in a bad place. I was heartbroken."

Sunanda looked confused. "Heartbroken?"

Purushotham nodded. "Yes, Aunty. Because of Aruna."

Sunanda’s anger faltered for a moment. "Aruna?"

Purushotham sighed again. "I never told you, but I loved Aruna. For a long time, I kept my feelings to myself. I never expressed them because I didn’t know how she would react. But one day, I finally gathered the courage and asked her to marry me."

Sunanda’s heart sank. "And she said no."

Purushotham gave a bitter smile. "Yes, she did. And she had every right to. She never promised me anything. She never led me on. But that rejection—it broke me, Aunty. I felt lost. And at that time, Rani was there. She understood me. She comforted me. And one thing led to another."

Sunanda shook her head. "That is no excuse, Purushotham. Heartbreak does not justify breaking someone else’s home."

Sunanda sat stiffly in her chair, her hands gripping the arms of it as she processed Purushotham’s confession. Her eyes were hard, filled with disappointment and anger, but Purushotham remained calm. He knew he had to make her understand his side of the story.

"Aunty," Purushotham continued, his voice steady but sincere. "I may have had my reasons for getting close to Rani. But she also became very close to me. And I’m not going to lie and say it was a one-time mistake. We had an affair, and we have been together a few times."

Sunanda exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "Purushotham, do you even hear yourself? You’re talking about this like it’s some normal situation. Rani is a married woman. Do you understand the consequences of what you’ve done?"

Purushotham looked her in the eye. "Yes, Aunty, I do. And I take full responsibility for it. But let’s not pretend that Rani’s marriage was perfect before I came into the picture. If things were right between Kishore and Rani, this wouldn’t have happened in the first place."

Sunanda frowned. "So you’re blaming Kishore now?"

Purushotham sighed. "No, I’m not blaming anyone. I’m just saying that the cracks in their marriage were already there. Rani needed something—something she wasn’t getting from Kishore. And I needed someone too. We bonded over that. It wasn’t just about physical attraction, Aunty. Rani needed emotional support, and so did I."

Sunanda looked at him, her gaze sharp. "And you think what you two had was love?"

Purushotham gave a small, sad smile. "I don’t know if it was love, Aunty. But I do know it wasn’t just meaningless. We were two people who were heartbroken. I was dealing with Aruna rejecting me, and Rani… she was dealing with something in her marriage. We found comfort in each other."

Sunanda leaned forward, her voice low but firm. "Purushotham, finding comfort in someone does not justify breaking a home. You are not a child. You should have known better."

Purushotham’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he sighed and nodded. "I know, Aunty. And I will try to fix things. But I won’t apologize for what I felt. And I won’t pretend that Rani didn’t feel the same way."

Sunanda studied him for a long moment before speaking again. "Then tell me, Purushotham, if this wasn’t just a mistake—what do you want to do now?"

Purushotham looked down for a moment, lost in thought, before finally meeting her gaze. "I don’t know, Aunty. But I know one thing—I will not run away from this. I will face whatever happens next."

Sunanda sighed, feeling both frustrated and exhausted. "I just hope you understand, Purushotham—sometimes, no matter how much you try to fix things, some damage is irreversible."

Purushotham nodded. "I know, Aunty. But I have to try."

With that, he got up, gave her a respectful nod, and walked out, leaving Sunanda to wonder if any of this could ever truly be mended.

Sunanda and Anand had been seeing each other for a while now—casual dinners, evening walks, moments filled with laughter. For the first time in years, Sunanda felt a sense of companionship outside of work and family. Anand was kind, easygoing, and respectful of her space.

That night, they returned from another dinner, walking towards her quarters in a relaxed mood. But as they neared the entrance, Sunanda’s steps faltered. A familiar figure stood waiting in the dimly lit corridor. Dr. Prakash.

Her breath caught in her throat. Anand followed her gaze and straightened slightly, sensing the tension.

Prakash’s face was unreadable, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on her.

Sunanda hesitated for a moment before speaking. “It’s late. Let’s not stand outside like this. Please come in.”

Prakash didn’t move at first, his eyes briefly flicking to Anand. Then, with a short nod, he stepped inside. Anand followed, though the sudden shift in atmosphere made him uncomfortable.

Once inside, Sunanda closed the door and turned to face them.

Prakash finally spoke, his voice calm but firm. “Are you two dating?”

There was a beat of silence before Sunanda answered. “Yes.”

Prakash exhaled, shaking his head slightly. “And when were you planning to tell me?”

Sunanda crossed her arms. “You were always busy, Prakash. You never gave me any reason to think this would go anywhere.”

Prakash let out a short laugh, devoid of humor. “Busy? That’s the excuse?” He looked at her intently. “Sunanda, you never asked me what I wanted. You just assumed I wouldn’t be able to commit because of my responsibilities.”

Anand shifted uncomfortably. “Sunanda is free to date whoever she wants,” he said cautiously.

Prakash nodded. “Of course, she is. But not while she’s dating me at the same time.” His voice hardened. “Sunanda, you cannot date two people at once.”

Anand blinked, caught off guard. His gaze snapped to Sunanda. “Wait—what?”

Sunanda opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words.

Prakash looked directly at Anand. “You didn’t know, did you?”

Anand took a step back, his face tightening. “Sunanda?” His voice was quieter now, laced with disbelief.

Sunanda felt the weight of both their stares. “It’s not like that,” she said hurriedly. “Prakash and I—” She hesitated. “We were never really together. Not officially.”

Prakash shook his head. “Not officially? Sunanda, you knew how I felt. And I thought I knew how you felt too. But instead of talking to me, instead of giving me a chance, you just moved on.”

Anand ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to be part of this.” His voice was tight, his frustration evident. “I thought you were done with your past, Sunanda. I thought we were starting something new. But this?” He shook his head. “I don’t do complicated.”

Sunanda’s heart sank. “Anand—”

But he was already stepping back towards the door. “I think it’s best if I leave.”

Without another word, he walked out, closing the door behind him.

Sunanda turned back to Prakash, but his expression had shifted. The anger was gone, replaced by something quieter—disappointment.

“I waited, Sunanda,” he said, his voice low. “But I guess I waited too long.”

And just like that, he turned and left too, leaving her standing alone in the dimly lit room, the silence pressing in around her.

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Chapter 16 part 2

The night when Aruna went to see Babu.

Aruna pulled away slightly, looking into Babu’s tired yet familiar eyes. Her heart raced, and before she could stop herself, the words escaped her lips.

"Will you marry me, Babu?"

The moment she said it, she froze. A wave of panic washed over her. What did I just say? She wasn’t thinking—her emotions had taken over. She regretted it instantly. He was her half-brother. This was madness.

Babu, too, seemed taken aback for a second. His eyes flickered with hesitation, but then, to Aruna’s shock, he whispered, "Yes."

Aruna blinked, unsure if she had heard him right. "Yes?" she repeated, her voice barely audible.

Babu nodded slowly. "Yes, Aruna. If you want me, then yes, I will marry you."

Her breath hitched. She had expected him to recoil, to push her away in disgust. But here he was, agreeing without a second thought. Was it desperation? Love? A deep, unspoken connection neither of them could deny?

Aruna gathered her thoughts quickly, knowing she had to take control of the situation. "We will leave this place, Babu. We will go to Guntur. No one knows us there. We will live as husband and wife, away from everyone."

Babu hesitated for only a moment before nodding again. "Okay, Aruna. If that’s what you want, I’ll come with you."

Aruna exhaled, feeling a strange mix of fear and excitement. They were crossing a line they could never uncross. But she didn’t care. She wanted him. She needed him.

And now, he was hers.

Aruna and Babu arrived in Guntur late in the evening. The streets were unfamiliar, yet there was a strange comfort in knowing that no one here recognized them. They were no longer bound by their past, their family, or their identities. Here, they could be whoever they wanted to be.

The next morning, they visited a small temple on the outskirts of the city. It was quiet, with only a few devotees present. Aruna had picked this place deliberately—far from the crowds, away from prying eyes.

Standing before the deity, they exchanged garlands, sealing their bond in a simple yet profound ritual. There were no grand ceremonies, no witnesses, no family blessings—just the two of them, vowing to be together. Aruna looked into Babu’s eyes, searching for any sign of regret. But he only smiled faintly, as if surrendering to a fate he never saw coming.

After leaving the temple, they found a modest house for rent in a quiet neighborhood. It was small, with just two rooms and a tiny balcony, but it was enough. Aruna paid the advance, and by evening, they moved in.

As they set down their few belongings, an unusual silence filled the space. They had done it. They were here, together, with no one to stop them.

Aruna turned to Babu, her heart pounding. "From today, we are husband and wife."

Babu nodded, his gaze intense. "Yes, Aruna. Just you and me."

And with that, they stepped into a life they had never imagined—one built on secrecy, passion, and an unspoken defiance against the world they had left behind.

That night, in the dimly lit room of their new home, Aruna and Babu lay side by side, the weight of their choices pressing down on them. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, a mixture of longing, hesitation, and the undeniable pull they felt toward each other.

Aruna turned to Babu, tracing the contours of his face with her fingers. "We left everything behind for this," she whispered. "For us."

Babu cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped her eyes. "And I don’t regret it," he murmured. "I only want you, Aruna."

Their lips met in a slow, searching kiss, deepening as the emotions they had suppressed for so long came rushing to the surface. Their hands explored each other with urgency, yet with a tenderness that spoke of a love neither of them could fully understand.

As the night stretched on, they surrendered to the passion that had been simmering between them for months, maybe even years. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, as if they had always belonged to each other.

Wrapped in each other's arms, Aruna felt a sense of completion she had never known before. This was where she wanted to be—where she was meant to be. And as sleep finally claimed them, tangled in each other's warmth, she knew there was no turning back.

With trembling hands, Babu began to undress Aruna, his gaze lingering on her every curve and contour. He started with the knot of her sari, gently loosening it to reveal her luscious, voluptuous figure. The fabric fell away like petals from a blossoming flower, exposing her soft, round breasts with their dark, erect nipples. He couldn’t resist the urge to kiss and suck them, feeling them harden against his tongue as Aruna moaned softly.

Next, he slid the sari down her waist, revealing the smoothness of her belly and the tantalizing curve of her hips. He traced the waistline of her petticoat with his fingertips, sending shivers down her spine. Aruna’s breath grew heavier as he peeled away the layers, until she was left only in her damp, clinging panties.

Babu paused, taking in the sight of her. Aruna’s skin was a rich caramel, glistening in the soft light. He knelt before her, his eyes never leaving hers as he hooked his fingers into the elastic of her underwear. He pulled them down slowly, revealing the wetness between her thighs.

Her pussy was a delicate shade of pink, her labia swollen and begging to be touched. He leaned in, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her arousal. His tongue darted out, tasting her for the first time, making her quiver with need. He licked and kissed her sensitive folds, his beard tickling her skin as he explored her with gentle, yet firm strokes.

Aruna’s legs began to tremble as she felt his warm breath on her clit. Her hips rocked against his face as he took her to the brink of pleasure, then retreated, teasing her. She was desperate for release, but Babu was in no rush. This was a moment of discovery, a declaration of their newfound intimacy, and he wanted to savor every second of it.

Finally, Babu stood and removed his own clothes, revealing his hard, thick cock that was eager to claim her. Aruna’s eyes widened as she took in his size—bigger than any man she had been with before. She felt a mix of excitement and trepidation, knowing that this was not just sex—this was a union of their bodies, a bond that was both forbidden and irrevocable.

Their naked forms pressed against each other, their hearts pounding as one. This was it—the moment she had dreamed of, the moment she had feared. But as Babu’s cock slid into her wet, welcoming pussy, she knew she had made the right choice. The sensation was overwhelming, filling her in a way she never thought possible.

He moved slowly, inch by inch. Once he was fully inside her, he paused, giving her a moment to feel the fullness of their connection.Then, with a deep, guttural groan, Babu began to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her core. Aruna’s nails dug into his back as she matched his rhythm, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time itself.

The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking—the slap of skin on skin, the wetness of her pussy taking him in, and their mingled gasps of pleasure. It was a symphony of passion that echoed in the quiet night, a testament to their love and desire.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each touch, each kiss, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge of ecstasy. Even though they had crossed the ultimate taboo, there was a sense of completion, a feeling that this was where they were always meant to be.

As they reached the peak of their passion, Aruna wrapped her legs around his waist, her walls tightening around his cock.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Aruna pushed Babu onto the bed and straddled him. "Your turn," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. She lowered herself onto his cock, feeling him fill her up again. She began to ride him, her breasts bouncing with each movement, her pussy tightening around him as she took charge. Babu’s eyes rolled back with pleasure as he watched his beautiful wife take what she wanted. Her soft, wet folds sliding up and down his shaft, her juices coating him, making every stroke smoother and more erotic. He reached up to squeeze her perky breasts, feeling her nipples harden under his thumbs. Aruna threw her head back and moaned, her long, dark hair cascading down her back. She leaned forward, her hands planted on his chest, and began to move faster, grinding her hips in a way that made him growl. He could feel his orgasm building, his cock pulsing inside her.

Then, with a sudden burst of energy, Aruna flipped onto her back and pulled Babu on top of her, urging him to take her harder. He obliged, his hips slamming into hers with a ferocity that was almost animalistic. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his firm buttocks, urging him deeper, deeper still. Her eyes never left his, the connection between them unbreakable as they approached the pinnacle of pleasure together.

As they reached it, Babu leaned down to kiss her, their tongues dancing together as their bodies convulsed in a shared moment of pure ecstasy. He emptied himself into her, their juices mingling as they became one, their love transcending the bounds of societal norms and familial ties.

And then, Babu decided to surprise her. He pulled out of her and turned her over, so she was lying on her back, her legs spread wide open for him. He leaned down and began to lick her pussy again, savoring her taste and the way she writhed beneath him. Aruna's eyes rolled back in her head, her body responding to every touch of his tongue. He was relentless, his tongue flicking and teasing her clit, dipping into her hole, and then retreating again.

As Babu’s cock plunged into her, he leaned over her, kissing and licking the soft skin of her neck and shoulders. His hands found her breasts, squeezing and playing with the sensitive flesh as he fucked her. Aruna moaned, her hands reaching back to grip the bed frame, her knuckles white with the intensity of her need. She felt his hot breath against her ear as he whispered dirty, delicious things to her, making her even wetter.

As he felt her body tensing, Babu slammed back into her, his cock hitting her g-spot with every powerful stroke. The sensation was incredible, and Aruna's orgasm built quickly, her body tightening around him like a vise. He watched her face, her beautiful feminine features contorting with pleasure as she came, her pussy pulsing and gripping him tightly.

Without a word, Babu rolled Aruna onto her stomach, her round ass sticking up in the air like an invitation he couldn’t refuse. He grabbed her by the hips and positioned his cock at her entrance. With one hand, he spread her cheeks apart, revealing her wet, pink pussy, and with the other, he began to rub her swollen clit, making her moan and squirm beneath him. He slammed into her from behind, his cock plunging deep into her wetness. Aruna’s face was buried in the pillow, muffling her cries as he took her roughly, his balls slapping against her with every thrust. Her pussy clenched around him, eager for more, and he gave it to her without mercy. His fingers danced over her clit, teasing and taunting, while his cock pounded into her, hitting her g-spot with precision. She felt herself building up again, her orgasm approaching like a freight train, unstoppable and overwhelming. She pushed back into him, meeting his every stroke, begging for more. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies coming together, their shared pleasure a symphony of desire and need.

With a glint of excitement in her eyes, Aruna looked back at Babu, her breath hitching with anticipation. "I want you to take my anal virginity," she whispered, her cheeks flushing with a mix of desire and naughtiness.

Babu’s eyes went wide with surprise, his cock twitching at the thought of claiming her in such an intimate way. He leaned over, pressing his lips to her ear. "Are you sure, my love?"

Aruna nodded, a determined look crossing her face. "I love you, Babu. I want to give you everything, something which I haven't given to anyone”. With tender care, Babu lubricated his cock and Aruna's tight anus with their combined juices. He positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance, giving her time to adjust to the new sensation. Aruna took a deep breath, her body tensing as she felt him push against her, and then, with a slight burn, he entered her. She let out a low moan, her eyes squeezed shut, but Babu was patient, waiting for her to relax.

Once she gave a subtle nod, he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her with agonizing slowness. Aruna’s body trembled, the sensation unlike anything she had ever felt. It was taboo, it was wrong—but it was also incredibly erotic.

Babu watched her face, gauging her reactions, making sure she was okay. And as she began to move with him, pushing back to meet his every thrust, he knew she was ready for more. He picked up the pace, his cock delving deeper into her tight hole, the feeling of her squeezing around him driving him wild.

Their lovemaking grew intense, their bodies moving in a rhythm that spoke of their deep, unshakable bond. Aruna’s moans grew louder, her breaths quicker, until she was on the brink of an explosive climax. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, Babu filled her ass with his hot seed, marking her as his in a way that was utterly primal and completely satisfying.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies entwined, their hearts racing. The act was done, the line irrevocably crossed. But in the aftermath, all they felt was love—twisted, passionate, and utterly consuming.Over the next three days, Babu and Aruna lost themselves in a whirlwind of passion, their love for each other transcending the boundaries of the taboo. Each day, Babu would awaken with a fiery hunger for his new bride, his cock aching to claim her again. He would start by worshipping her body with gentle kisses and caresses, working his way down to her plump, inviting ass. Aruna grew to crave the feeling of his thick cock stretching her tight anus, the slight burn giving way to a deep, all-consuming pleasure. They explored each other in every way imaginable, pushing the limits of their desires.

Their love grew stronger with each taboo act, each orgasm a declaration of their unbreakable bond. They were lost in their own world, a world where only pleasure and passion ruled. The outside world and its judgments were forgotten as they reveled in their newfound intimacy. And as Babu finally collapsed onto her, spent and satisfied, Aruna knew that she had made the right choice. This was where she belonged—under him, with him, forever.

Over the next three days, Babu’s insatiable appetite for Aruna’s tight, plump ass showed no signs of waning. Each morning, he would wake up with a raging hard-on, his thoughts immediately turning to her inviting, puckered hole. He took his time, stretching and preparing her with his fingers, watching with a mix of lust and fascination as her body responded to his touch. With a slick of lubricant, he would ease his thick cock into her, her walls tightening around him like a velvet vice. Aruna’s cries grew louder, her body adjusting to the intense sensation of being taken so completely. By the third day, she could feel herself craving the fullness, the way he owned her from behind, pushing every inch of his length into her.

The final act of their three-day marathon came when Babu bent her over the kitchen counter, her breasts pressed against the cool surface, her ass high in the air. He fucked her with a ferocity that left them both panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Aruna’s moans grew to wails as she reached back to feel his cock disappear into her, her pussy clenching with the need for more. And then, with a roar, Babu erupted inside her, filling her ass to the brim with his cum.

They collapsed onto the floor, their hearts pounding, their bodies spent. Aruna felt the warmth of his seed inside her, a symbol of their love, their shared secret. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, but in that moment, all she felt was an all-encompassing bliss.

Their love story was far from conventional, but it was theirs. And as they lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, they knew that nothing would ever come between them—not family, not society, and certainly not the boundaries of morality. They had found their happiness in the most unexpected of places—in the forbidden embrace of their incestuous union.

For Aruna and Babu, the three nights they spent together were not just about physical intimacy—they were a ritual, a declaration that they had stepped into a new phase of life. Just as a newlywed couple follows tradition and spends the first three nights together, they, too, embraced this practice, as if sealing their bond in their own way.

Aruna offering her anal virginity to Babu was not just an act of love or desire—it was a gesture of commitment, a way of surrendering to the path they had chosen despite knowing the world would never accept them. Aruna’s pussy was pretty well fucked by many before that night so she chose to offer her Anal virginity to Babu. In their eyes, these nights solidified their union, making them not just lovers, but something more profound—partners bound by fate, secrecy, and an unbreakable bond.

Though their love defied morality, in their hearts, they had followed a tradition—one that only they could understand

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Chapter 16 part 3

Aruna’s once-virgin ass was now Babu’s to use whenever he wanted, and he did—slowly, gently, then with increasing ferocity. Each time he entered her, she felt herself open up more, her muscles learning to embrace his girth. And as the days went by, she grew to love the feeling of his hot cum filling her up, the way it made her feel used and wanted.

Their sessions grew longer, more intense, as Babu’s cock claimed her ass without mercy. He would start slow, savoring the feeling of her tightness, and then build up to a punishing rhythm, his balls slapping against her swollen clit with each deep stroke. Aruna’s moans grew to screams, her body trembling with the force of her orgasms. Her ass was reddened and swollen, a testament to their relentless lovemaking, but she never once asked him to stop. Instead, she pushed back into him, urging him to take her even deeper, to claim her fully.

And Babu did. With every thrust, he destroyed her inhibitions, her fears, her very soul—until there was nothing left but raw, unfiltered pleasure. She was his, utterly and completely, in every way possible. The sound of their flesh smacking together echoed through the room, a symphony of passion that drowned out any shred of doubt or guilt. They were one, bound by a love that was as fierce as it was forbidden.

Their love grew more primal, more all-consuming with each passing day. The walls of their little house in Guntur seemed to close in around them, trapping them in a vortex of desire and need. Yet, they never grew tired of each other. Instead, they discovered new depths of pleasure, new ways to make each other scream.

Babu’s cock grew more insistent, his strokes more demanding, as he claimed Aruna’s ass in every conceivable position. She took him standing, kneeling, lying on her stomach, and even in the shower, the water cascading down their bodies as he pounded into her. Each time, she felt herself opening up, her muscles stretching to accommodate him, until he was sliding in and out with ease.

The next morning, Aruna and Babu lay tangled in each other’s embrace, their bare skin pressed together under the soft glow of the dimly lit room. Her head rested on his chest, her legs dbangd over him as she traced slow, absent-minded circles on his skin.

Babu broke the silence. “What is our future plan, Aruna?” he asked, his fingers running Aruna sighed, letting his warmth envelop her. “I’ll talk to Venu,” she said. “I’ll convince him to set up a small office in Guntur as well. That way, we can manage things here and still have something growing there.”

Babu nodded. “That sounds good. But I don’t want to just rely on that. I’ll also find a job,” he said, determination lacing his voice.

Aruna lifted her head slightly, looking into his eyes. “We need to sell the house in Guntur first. That way, Venu can expand his business,” she said. “Once that’s settled, we’ll have more stability.”

Babu held her closer. “As long as we’re together, Aruna, we’ll make it work,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

Aruna closed her eyes, breathing in the moment. “Yes,” she whispered. “Together.”

Aruna nestled closer to Babu, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her. The weight of their decisions loomed over them, but she felt safe in his embrace.

“There’s a small amount of money in my bank account,” she said softly. “It should be enough to get us by until we get steady income.”

Aruna distanced herself from everyone in the family except Venu. She ignored Sunanda’s calls, and even refrained from contacting Vani. The only person she stayed in touch with was Venu, and even with him, their conversations were strictly about business.

She focused entirely on setting up the new office in Guntur, discussing logistics, potential clients, and strategies for expanding Venu’s business. She made sure not to let personal matters slip into their discussions.

In an unexpected turn of luck, the house they had put up for sale was bought quickly and at a much higher price than they had anticipated. Aruna felt a sense of relief—this financial boost meant she and Babu could sustain themselves for a longer period while also giving Venu the funds he needed for his expansion.

One evening, after receiving confirmation of the sale, Aruna shared the news with Babu as they sat together in their small rented house. “The house is sold, and we made more money than we expected,” she said, a hint of satisfaction in her voice.

Babu smiled, pulling her close. “That’s great news. We’re one step closer to making this life work.”

Aruna exhaled deeply, letting the weight of uncertainty ease off her shoulders. “Yes, but we still have to be careful. We can’t afford to make any mistakes.”

Babu nodded. “We’ll be fine. As long as we stick together.”

With the sale finalized and their next steps clear, Aruna felt more in control than ever. She had severed unnecessary ties, secured financial stability, and ensured that their new life in Guntur remained untouched by their past. For now, everything was going according to plan.

Continued in part 4……

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Chapter 16 part 4

Sai had finally received his long-awaited joining order. It was a proud moment for him—after years of hard work and dedication, he was moving on to a prestigious new job. As a farewell gesture, he decided to host a grand party, inviting colleagues, friends, and most importantly, Sunanda, whom he regarded as his greatest mentor.

The banquet hall was lively, filled with laughter and chatter. His colleagues raised toasts in his honor, praising his journey from a determined employee to a government officer. Sai, beaming with happiness, took the microphone to address the gathering.

"I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for Sunanda Ma’am," he said, scanning the crowd until his eyes found her. "She has been my guide, my inspiration, and my strongest supporter. She encouraged me when I doubted myself, pushed me when I hesitated, and made me believe that I could achieve this dream. Ma’am, this success is as much yours as it is mine."

The hall erupted in applause, and Sunanda gave him a small but genuine smile, nodding in appreciation.

As the evening progressed, Sai moved through the crowd, shaking hands, taking pictures, and receiving heartfelt congratulations. Yet, amidst the celebration, his gaze kept drifting back to Sunanda. She stood at a distance, engaging in polite conversations, but there was an undeniable sadness in her eyes.

Sai knew she was alone. With Aruna and Babu gone, her once lively household had turned silent. Even Rani—who had once been a constant presence—had left, transferring to another office after the truth about her affair with Purushotham had surfaced. The scandal had been a shock, and while Sunanda had remained composed in public, Sai suspected it had hurt her deeply.

Then there were the whispers about Anand. Sai had heard the office rumors that Sunanda had briefly dated him but that things hadn’t worked out. He didn’t know what had happened between her, Anand, and Dr. Prakash, but he could sense that Sunanda had lost not just one, but two people she had once been close to.

Yet, despite everything, Sunanda had made an effort to look her best tonight. She wore a beautiful sari, carefully chosen for the occasion, her hair neatly done, and subtle jewelry complementing her graceful presence. Sai could tell that, despite the sadness in her heart, she had dressed up for him—for his special day. It was her silent way of showing how much she cared.

As the party neared its end, Sai watched as Sunanda quietly made her way toward the exit. Without hesitation, he excused himself from his colleagues and followed her.

"Ma’am, let me drop you home," he said as he caught up to her.

Sunanda turned to him with a surprised expression. "This is your party, Sai. You should be here with your friends."

He shook his head. "No, ma’am. You are the most important person to me. And tonight, I want to be the one to take you home."

For a moment, she looked at him, as if searching for something in his face. Then, with a soft sigh, she nodded. "Alright, Sai."

As they walked out together, Sai couldn’t shake off the feeling that Sunanda wasn’t just leaving a party—she was leaving behind a chapter of her life, stepping into an uncertain future. And for some reason, he wanted to be there for her, if only for this one night.

A Moment of Vulnerability

As Sai parked the car in front of the quarters, he turned to Sunanda and smiled. "Thank you, ma’am," he said softly. "I know you're hurting inside, but despite everything, you put in so much effort to look nice tonight—just for me." He paused, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "By the way, you look very beautiful."

Sunanda, caught off guard by his words, let out a small chuckle. "Is this the way you talk to your madam?" she asked, arching an eyebrow, but there was no reprimand in her tone—only warmth.

Sai noticed the playfulness in her voice and grinned. "You’re no longer my madam. We are colleagues now. I am your fellow officer."

They both laughed at the thought. It was a rare, lighthearted moment, breaking the heaviness that had been weighing on Sunanda for weeks. But as their laughter faded, Sunanda’s eyes drifted toward the quiet, empty quarters. The reality of her solitude hit her once again.

A single tear welled up in the corner of her eye. Sai noticed immediately. "Ma’am, please don’t cry," he said gently, his voice filled with concern. "You are one of the strongest women I know. You can’t do this."

Sunanda turned to look at Sai. His words, his presence—it all felt so comforting, so safe. He wasn’t just another person in her life; he was someone who saw her beyond her title, beyond her responsibilities. And in that moment, she wasn’t thinking about right or wrong, about age or roles, about the past or the future.

She simply acted on impulse.

Without a second thought, she reached for Sai, pulled him close, and pressed her lips against his.

The kiss was unexpected, raw, and filled with emotions neither of them had anticipated. It wasn’t just about desire—it was about seeking warmth in the cold loneliness that had surrounded her for so long.

Their kiss grew deeper, tongues entwining with a passion that neither had ever experienced before. Sai’s hands trembled as he touched Sunanda’s curvy body, feeling the softness of her breasts and the roundness of her hips. He was a novice, untouched by the fiery dance of love, but she was a woman of experience, her body a canvas of passionate encounters. Sunanda sensed his inexperience and took the lead, her hands guiding his to her most intimate spots, whispering sweet nothings that turned his blood to molten lava. She unzipped his pants, revealing his hardened member, standing tall and proud, eager to be of service to the woman who had captured his heart. Gently, she wrapped her hand around his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze, feeling his pulse race with every stroke. He moaned into her mouth, the sensation of her soft, warm hand on his throbbing cock sending waves of pleasure through his body. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, her own filled with a mix of tenderness and desire.

Despite her 48 years, Sunanda’s body was a testament to her rigorous fitness regime and health-conscious lifestyle. Her skin, though kissed by the sun, bore an ageless glow, and her curves remained as alluring as ever, a siren's call to the eager young man before her. Her breasts were firm and full, with dark, inviting areolas that surrounded her sensitive nipples, which grew taut as Sai’s thumbs grazed over them. Her waist dipped in dramatically, leading to the flare of her hips and the promise of a pussy that was already growing wet with anticipation. Her long hair cascaded down her back, a silky waterfall that Sai couldn’t resist running his fingers through as he kissed along her neck, feeling her pulse quicken with every touch. Her feminine face, framed by those strands, was flushed with arousal, her eyes dark pools of need that seemed to swallow him whole. The scent of her desire filled the car, a heady mix of pheromones and sweetness that only served to fuel Sai’s burgeoning lust. As she continued to stroke him, her movements becoming more urgent, he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the siren’s call of her body much longer.

With a gentle tug, Sunanda pulled Sai into the dimly lit bedroom of her quarters. Her hands trembled slightly as she undid the knots of her vibrant red and gold saree. It fell to the floor, revealing her perfectly toned midriff and the deep valley between her breasts. Her navel, a tiny, seductive dot, glinted in the soft light, drawing Sai’s gaze downward like a magnet to the treasure that lay beneath. He couldn’t believe the beauty that stood before him, a beauty that defied her years. The anticipation was palpable as she continued to undress, each layer revealing more of her flawless, mature form. Her breasts, though not as high as a young girl’s, were full and heavy with arousal, the dark tips of her nipples pointing straight at him like twin arrows of desire. Her stomach was flat and her waist narrow, a stark contrast to the wide, inviting hips that swayed as she walked. Her legs, long and smooth, led to a perfectly trimmed patch of dark curls, hinting at the wetness that awaited him. Sai’s eyes followed her every move, drinking in the sight of her like a man dying of thirst in a desert. The air grew thick with passion, and he found himself unable to resist the siren’s call any longer. His cock was now a rod of iron in his pants, begging for release and eager to claim its rightful place between her velvety thighs.

With a seductive smile, Sunanda helped Sai out of his uniform, her eyes never leaving his growing arousal. She took her time, savoring each button and zipper, her fingers lingering over his taut abs and broad shoulders. His youthful physique, a stark contrast to her own, only served to excite her further. As his clothes fell away, she couldn’t help but let her gaze rove over his firm chest and the trail of hair that led down to the waistband of his boxers. The sight of his thick, veiny cock, straining against the fabric, made her pussy ache with need. She leaned in, her hot breath ghosting over his skin, and whispered, "Let me make you feel good, too." With a flick of her wrist, she sent his boxers to the floor, revealing his fully erect member. Sunanda’s eyes widened with hunger at the sight, and she couldn’t resist giving it a gentle stroke, feeling it throb in her hand. The electricity between them grew stronger, and she knew they were about to embark on a journey of carnality that neither of them would ever forget.

With a seductive grace that belied her age, Sunanda reclined on the bed, her legs spreading wide in a silent invitation that Sai couldn’t refuse. Her pussy glistened in the soft light, the plump, pink lips of her sex beckoning him closer. She watched as he approached, his cock jutting proudly from his hips, a testament to his youthful vigor and desire for her. Sai’s eyes were dark with lust, and he couldn’t help but stare at her exposed body, the sight of her wetness making his own cock pulse with need. He climbed onto the bed, his knees straddling her hips, and leaned in to kiss her again, the heat of their bodies melding together like molten wax. His hands roamed over her curves, tracing the contours of her breasts and belly with a reverence that made Sunanda’s skin tingle. She could feel the tip of his erection nudging against her wetness, and she knew that she was about to experience a pleasure she hadn’t known in years—the fiery passion of a man eager to claim her, to make her his own, even if only for this one night. The anticipation was exquisite, a delicious agony that had her writhing beneath him, begging for his touch, his mouth, his cock. The room was filled with the scent of their arousal, a musky perfume that only served to drive them both closer to the edge of madness.

As their kisses grew more frantic, Sai positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock pressing against her slick folds. He paused, looking into her eyes, seeking permission, and Sunanda nodded, her breath hitching with anticipation. With a gentle push, he slid into her, her tight, wet heat enveloping him like a warm, velvety glove. Sai groaned, his hips instinctively beginning to move as he lost himself in the feel of her tight pussy gripping him, her walls rippling around him in a silent demand for more. Sunanda’s hands roamed over his back, her nails digging in slightly as she pulled him closer, urging him to go deeper, to take her harder. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, a dance as old as time itself, each thrust and parry bringing them closer to the brink of a climax that threatened to shatter the very fabric of their beings. Her hips rose to meet his, each movement a silent declaration of her need, her legs wrapping around his waist to keep him exactly where she wanted him—deep inside her, claiming her, making her feel alive in a way she hadn’t felt in so long.

Their rhythm grew faster, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the quiet room, and Sunanda could feel the tension coiling in the pit of her stomach, her toes curling with every stroke of Sai’s cock. His inexperience didn’t hinder their connection; rather, it added an innocence to their union that made it all the more erotic. His eyes never left hers, filled with a mix of wonder and concentration as he felt the beginnings of his climax building. With a guttural moan, Sai’s body tensed, and he exploded inside her, filling her with his hot seed. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion, and as his orgasm ripped through him, Sunanda felt her own peak approaching, her pussy contracting around his sensitive member. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly as he emptied himself into her, the warmth of his release sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Despite his quick finish, she didn’t judge or pull away; instead, she reveled in the raw, unfiltered passion that he offered her. His body collapsed onto hers, his chest heaving with the effort, and she could feel his heart pounding against her own. She knew this was just the beginning of a night filled with carnality and discovery, but for now, she was content to lie there, feeling the warmth of his cum inside her, the sticky evidence of their taboo connection.

After a brief interlude, Sunanda's lips curled into a knowing smile as she took his semi-flaccid cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, savoring the salty taste of his cum. Her actions were deliberate, a silent promise that she wasn’t done with him yet. Sai’s eyes widened in surprise, watching as she eagerly took him in, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with a hunger that seemed insatiable. He felt his member start to swell again, filling with new life as she worked her magic. Her hand stroked the base of his shaft in time with her mouth, her teeth gently grazing his sensitive skin, making him hiss with pleasure. Sunanda’s eyes never left his, the connection between them palpable as she brought him back to full hardness with the expertise of a woman who had seen and enjoyed the power of her own sexuality. When she felt him throb in her mouth, she pulled back and licked her lips, leaving a trail of saliva that glistened in the dim light. "I want you again," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. Sai could only nod, his breathing ragged and his cock begging for more. He watched as she straddled him once again, her pussy glistening with her own juices, and he knew that the night had only just begun.

With a seductive grace that belied her age, Sunanda climbed on top of Sai, her slick pussy sliding over his still-throbbing cock. She positioned herself so that the tip of his manhood was just at the entrance to her warm, wet cavern, and with a deliberate move, she lowered herself onto him. Sai’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the tight embrace of her pussy, the warm, velvety walls of her sex wrapping around his length as she took him in inch by glorious inch. Sunanda’s hands were braced on his broad chest, her long, dark hair cascading around them like a curtain of silk as she began to ride him. Her hips moved in a hypnotic, rolling motion that had him groaning with each downward thrust. The sight of her full breasts bouncing with her movements was almost too much for Sai to bear, and he reached up to cup them, thumbing the hardened peaks of her nipples as she moaned with pleasure. Her pussy was tight and welcoming, the grip of her muscles driving him wild with lust as she moved up and down, setting a pace that was both agonizingly slow and deliciously tantalizing. Sunanda’s eyes never left his, a silent challenge that only served to fuel his passion. With each movement, she grew bolder, grinding her clit against his pelvis, her moans growing louder and more needy. The feel of her wetness coating his cock was driving Sai insane with desire, and he could feel his orgasm building once more, a storm gathering in his loins that threatened to break free at any moment. But he held back, his eyes locked with hers, determined to give her the pleasure she deserved, to make this night one that would be etched in both of their memories forever.

Sunanda’s orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body convulsing with pleasure as she rode Sai’s cock. Her moans grew louder, her pussy clenching around him in sweet agony. As she rode out her climax, Sai could feel his own release approaching. He gently pushed her down onto the bed, his cock still buried deep within her. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her flushed face, the way her chest heaved with each breath, and the sexy sheen of sweat that glistened on her skin. With a primal growl, he climbed on top of her, his frame pressing her into the mattress. His movements grew more urgent, his hips pounding into hers with a force that was both thrilling and slightly overwhelming. Sunanda’s legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his firm buttocks, urging him to go deeper, to fill her completely. Her hands raked over his back, leaving a trail of red marks that stood out against his dark skin. Sai’s eyes bore into hers, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down her spine. He slammed into her one final time, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her, filling her with his hot, thick cum. Sunanda’s back arched off the bed, a final gasp escaping her lips as she succumbed to the intense pleasure that washed over her. They lay there, their bodies entwined, the only sound in the room their ragged breaths and the steady beat of their hearts. The air was thick with the scent of their lovemaking, a testament to the fiery passion that had consumed them both. For a brief moment, the world outside their quarters ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the connection between them—two people finding solace and pleasure in the most unexpected of places.A Confession and a Request

The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows on the walls as Sunanda lay beside Sai, her body still tingling from their passionate lovemaking. But while her body had found release, her mind remained restless.

Sai lay in silence, staring at the ceiling. His breathing was steady, yet Sunanda sensed something shifting within him—a hesitation, a flicker of doubt. She turned slightly, resting her hand on his chest, and whispered, "Sai, whatever you're feeling, it's not your fault."

Sai looked at her, his expression unreadable.

"I know this is... forbidden," she continued. "But this is something I needed. A release. Something to remind me that I'm still alive, still capable of feeling something other than loneliness."

Sai exhaled slowly, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the bedsheet. "I will always be here for you," he said sincerely. "You can ask me anything."

Sunanda hesitated for a moment before meeting his gaze. "There is something that has been eating me away," she admitted.

Sai turned his head toward her. "What is it, Ma'am?"

"It's about Gita." Sunanda's voice was serious now. "Babu has betrayed her. I know they had a physical relationship. In a sense, he used her. And then left her without getting married." She sighed, the weight of her words pressing down on her. "If you can find it in your heart, will you marry Gita?"

Sai blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. But after a moment, he nodded. "Sure, Madam. If she and her family agree, I will definitely marry Gita."

Sunanda turned to him fully now, her gaze intense. "Sai, this is very important and serious. Don't just agree because I have asked you. Or because I have fucked you." Her voice was raw, direct, stripped of any pretense. "Just think about it and tell me."

Sai stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. "I understand, Ma'am," he said. "I’ll think about it."

End of Chapter 16

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Chapter 17: Dark Shadows

Three months had passed. Babu and Aruna had fully settled into their new life in Guntur, living not just as lovers but as husband and wife. Their days were spent managing the new office, which had flourished beyond their expectations, and their nights were filled with a passion that neither of them had ever known before.

Despite cutting ties with most of their family, Aruna remained in contact with her brother Venu, who helped them establish their business. The house they had sold fetched more money than expected, giving them the financial stability they needed to start fresh.

In the quiet moments of the night, as they lay entangled in each other’s arms, Babu often wondered if this life was sustainable—if they could truly remain hidden from the world forever. But every time those thoughts crept into his mind, Aruna would silence them with a kiss, whispering, "We are together, and that is all that matters."

Yet, beneath the surface, both knew that secrets had a way of catching up, and their forbidden love was a fragile dream built on borrowed time.

A Day in Aruna and Babu's Life

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the small room where Aruna and Babu lay entwined. As Aruna stirred awake, Babu pulled her closer, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips. She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as their bodies melted into each other. Their mornings always began this way—with warmth, passion, and the quiet reassurance that they belonged to each other. Every morning, without fail, Aruna would greet the day by wrapping her soft, warm lips around Babu's thick, veiny cock, which stood at attention the moment she touched it. She took her time, savoring the feel of him, her tongue swirling around the velvety head, tracing the length of the shaft, and occasionally pausing to flick at his sensitive frenulum. Her cheeks would hollow as she applied gentle suction, her eyes closed in pure, unbridled pleasure. Babu's eyes would roll back in his head, his hands reflexively gripping the bedsheets as she expertly deep-throated him, her throat muscles contracting around his girth. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the air, mingling with his low groans of pleasure. Her curly hair cascading down her back swayed with every bob of her head, a visual symphony of eroticism that never ceased to stir his soul. This was their secret ritual, a silent declaration of love and desire that set the tone for another day of passionate deception in the bustling heart of Guntur.

After the heavenly oral pleasure, Babu and Aruna would rise from their tangled bed, their bodies craving more intimate contact. They would make their way to the kitchen, where the aroma of sizzling dosas and steaming chai filled the air. Aruna's voluptuous figure swayed in a sheer nightie that barely concealed her ample bosoms, while Babu's bare chest gleamed with a light sheen of sweat from their early morning escapade. They shared a knowing smile, the tension of their secret love thick in the air as they sat down to break their fast together. Their appetites satiated, they turned their attention to the day ahead.

The shower was next on their sensual agenda. As the water cascaded over their bodies, Babu took a moment to drink in the sight of Aruna's curvy silhouette, her dark nipples poking through the wet fabric of her lingerie. The desire in his eyes was unmistakable, and she could feel it burning into her very soul. He reached out, peeling away the sodden material, revealing her plump, round breasts with their large, sensitive areolae. He took one in his hand, his thumb teasing the hardened tip before he leaned in to suckle, eliciting a moan that echoed through the steamy chamber.

Turning her around, Babu pressed her against the cool tiles, her round, firm ass jutting out towards him invitingly. He stepped closer, his cock now fully erect, and positioned himself behind her. With one hand, he spread her legs apart, and with the other, he guided himself to her slick, waiting pussy. Aruna looked over her shoulder, her breath hitching as she felt the blunt head of his cock nudge at her entrance. Without further ado, he pushed in, filling her completely in one swift, deep thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together in the rhythm of passion was punctuated by the steady beat of the water on the shower floor. She pushed back into him, urging him deeper, her wet pussy clenching around his shaft.

In standing doggy style, Babu's hands roamed her body, caressing the curves that had become so familiar and yet so exciting to him. He grabbed her hips, holding her steady as he began to pound into her, the water running down his body only heightening the sensation of skin on skin. Aruna's moans grew louder, echoing off the tiles, as she reached between her legs to play with her clit, her hand a blur of motion that matched the tempo of his thrusts. Her pussy tightened around him, and she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm building within her.

With each thrust, Babu's balls slapped against her wet folds, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. Her body was on fire, her skin sensitive to every touch, every drop of water that kissed her flesh. The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter until she couldn't hold back any longer. Aruna came with a scream, her pussy pulsing around his cock as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

Babu could feel her orgasm through his own body, and it pushed him over the edge. He slammed into her one final time, his cock swelling as he emptied himself into her. They stood there for a moment, their bodies still joined, panting and trembling from the intensity of their shared release.

They knew their love was a dangerous dance on the tightrope of societal norms, but in that shower, in the heat of their passion, nothing else mattered. They were just two people, lost in a world of pleasure and desire, bound together by the most primal of instincts.

The water continued to cascade down their bodies as they kissed, the taste of each other still fresh on their lips. It was a new day in Guntur, filled with the promise of challenges, but as long as they had each other, they knew they could face anything. With their passion rekindled, they stepped out of the shower, ready to tackle the day's adventures, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their steamy encounter.

After their shower, Babu and Aruna stepped out of the bathroom, their skin still glistening from the water. He took a moment to appreciate the way her wet hair clung to her neck and the way her eyes sparkled with a mix of satisfaction and love. Aruna, with a cheeky smile, grabbed a towel and began to dry herself off, her full breasts jiggling slightly with every movement. Her nipples remained erect, a testament to the passion they had just shared. "I better get started on lunch," she murmured, her voice husky from the pleasure.

Aruna moved to the kitchen, she donned an apron that barely contained her ample cleavage and set to work she would prepare a simple breakfast of idli and coconut chutney. And then she expertly chopped vegetables and mixed masalas for their afternoon meal as the smell of spices and sizzling oil filled the air. Her curvy hips swayed to an imaginary tune, and Babu couldn't help but stare as she moved about the kitchen, her round ass a delicious distraction from his own tasks. Babu, still shirtless, sat at the table, watching her with admiration. "You look like a perfect housewife," he teased, making her smirk. "And you look like a lazy husband," she shot back playfully. When lunch was ready, she packed it into a tiffin carrier, her hands lingering over the warm metal as she thought about the passionate reunion that awaited her return.

After breakfast, Aruna packed a lunchbox and got ready for work. Babu, who had no pressing responsibilities, planned to spend his day playing video games and reading. "Don't forget to eat on time," she reminded him, ruffling his hair before leaving.

As the afternoon passed, Babu lost himself in his books, occasionally glancing at the clock, waiting for her return. By evening, as the day waned and the sun dipped below the horizon, Babu eagerly awaited her return, he prepared two cups of coffee just as Aruna walked in, exhausted but happy. She smiled at the sight of him waiting for her, the warmth of home filling her heart.. The moment she stepped into the house, he was there, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand and a smile on his face. "You must be starving," he said, his eyes devouring her as if she were the most delicious morsel he had ever seen. He watched as she undid her hair, letting it cascade down her back in a waterfall of black silk. The sight was almost too much to bear, and he had to remind himself that patience was a virtue in their game of love and deception.

They settled on the couch, sipping their coffee as Aruna shared the details of her day—office gossip, client meetings, and the occasional annoyance with coworkers. Babu listened attentively, adding playful remarks now and then, making her laugh.

In the evening, they sat down together to eat, their hands brushing against each other as they reached for the food, the electricity between them palpable. Despite the mundane task of eating, every bite felt like a seductive dance, their eyes locked in a silent promise of what the night would bring. The tiffin carrier sat between them, a symbol of their shared love, their secret life in the heart of Guntur, where every meal was a feast for the senses and every touch a declaration of their illicit passion.

After they had finished their dinner, they would curl up together, watching TV in comfortable silence. It was an ordinary day, yet for them, it was perfect. A life built on simple routines, stolen kisses, and the unwavering promise that, no matter what, they were in this together.As the night deepened, Babu would suggest playing a board game to unwind from the day. Aruna would giggled, her eyes gleaming with mischief, as she would select a game like Snakes and Ladders, Ludo or even Cards. They sat cross-legged on their plush, king-sized bed, the soft glow of a table lamp casting shadows across the room. They made their own rules like; every time someone rolled a six or climbed a ladder or finished the game in ludo or won a hand in cards etc the other would remove a piece of clothing on their body. As they played, the sexual tension grew, their eyes often lingering on each other's bodies. With every roll of the dice, their hands brushed against each other's, sending jolts of anticipation through their veins. 

In one particular incident when Aruna finally landed on a ladder that brought her closer to the finish line, Babu pounced, pushing the board aside and pinning her down onto the mattress. Their laughter turned to gasps as their clothes were already discarded revealing their eager, naked flesh. His cock, now fully erect, lay nestled between her thighs, and she looked up at him with a fiery hunger in her eyes. "I think it's time for the real game to begin," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr that sent his heart racing. Without another word, he claimed her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as if they had all the time in the world.

Their bodies intertwined, Babu began to explore Aruna's body with his hands, his fingers tracing the curves of her breasts and teasing her hardened nipples before descending to her wet, swollen pussy. She arched her back, silently begging for more, and he obliged, sliding a finger inside her tight, velvety sheath. He could feel her warmth and wetness, her walls contracting around his digit as if trying to pull him deeper. Withdrawing his hand, he positioned himself between her legs, his cock poised at her entrance, the tip glistening with her arousal.

Aruna spread her legs wider, her pussy aching for him to fill her once again. With a low growl, Babu pushed in, his thick shaft stretching her open as she gasped into his mouth. Her nails dug into his back as he began to thrust, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time. The headboard banged against the wall with every stroke, a tempo that matched the pounding of their hearts. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her dark, erect nipples begging for his mouth. Babu took one into his mouth, suckling hard as he increased his pace, his tongue flicking and teasing the sensitive peak.

Their lovemaking grew more intense, each movement a declaration of their love and lust. Aruna's moans grew louder, her hips rising to meet each thrust, her pussy gripping him tightly as she climbed towards another earth-shattering orgasm. Babu could feel his own release building, his balls drawing up tight to his body. He pulled out of her, and with a smirk, flipped her onto her stomach, her ass in the air. "I want to feel you from behind," he murmured into her ear, his breath hot and ragged.

Aruna nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushed with desire. Babu took his time, stretching her open with care, his thumb circling her clit to keep her on the edge. When she was ready, he slid his lubricated cock against her ass, pausing for a moment to savor the sensation of her softness against his hardness. With one deep breath, he pushed in, feeling her tighten around him. Aruna bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut as she took him in inch by inch. As he began to move, her body adjusted to his size, and she started to push back against him, her moans growing louder and more urgent. Babu's strokes grew deeper, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with a smoothness that surprised them both. She reached down to touch her clit, her other hand gripping the bed sheets, her body a symphony of sensations. The pressure built, their movements synchronized, and soon Aruna's body was trembling with the force of her orgasm

The sight of her pleasure was Babu's undoing, and he followed suit, his cock erupting with hot cum deep inside her ass. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts racing. The room was filled with the sound of their panting and the occasional giggle as they tried to catch their breath. This was their life now—a never-ending dance of passion and pleasure, hidden away in the bustling city of Guntur, where every moment together was a stolen slice of heaven.

Over the months that followed, Babu and Aruna grew more adventurous in their love-making, with Babu frequently indulging in the tight, forbidden warmth of Aruna's ass. He had discovered a newfound love for the sensation of her velvety walls clenching around his cock, and she, in turn, found a thrilling new dimension to her pleasure. Their secret life in Guntur became a playground of passion, where every day brought a fresh opportunity to explore the depths of their desire. As they pushed the boundaries of their sexual exploration, they found that their love for one another only grew stronger, each intimate act a silent rebellion against the world that sought to keep them apart.

With each deep, merciless thrust into her tight, welcoming ass, Babu felt the pressure building within him. Aruna's moans grew more intense, her body writhing beneath him, her hands clawing at the sheets in ecstasy. Her plump, round cheeks bounced with every impact, her pussy gushing wetness onto the bed, her juices mingling with the lubricant that eased his way. He watched in awe as his cock disappeared and reappeared, her ass stretching to accommodate his size before snapping back, as if eager for more. The sight of his shaft glistening with their combined fluids was almost too much to bear. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, and began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, his eyes locked onto her face, which was a mask of pure pleasure. Her moans grew louder, her eyes rolled back, and her body tensed as she reached the precipice of climax. With one final, powerful plunge, Babu's cock swelled and erupted, filling her ass with hot, sticky cum. The sensation of her muscles contracting around him sent him over the edge, and he collapsed onto her, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their illicit pleasure.

Over the weekends, Babu and Aruna decided to embark on a new adventure that would take their love-making to the next level. They would begin with the classic missionary, their eyes locked in a silent conversation of love and desire, before moving on to the spooning embrace, where Babu's thick cock would slide into her from behind, her plump breasts pressed against his chest. Aruna's moans grew louder as they tried the cowgirl, her ample hips bucking wildly as she rode him with unbridled passion. They experimented with the reverse cowgirl, the doggy style, and the sixty-nine, their bodies a tapestry of tangled limbs and shared ecstasy. Each position brought with it a new sensation, a new way to express their love, and a new understanding of the depth of their connection. They pushed their limits, their bodies stretching and bending in ways they never thought possible, their love for one another the only guide in this uncharted territory of lust. And when the weekend was over, they lay spent and sated, their bodies painted with sweat and cum, their hearts full of love and their souls bound together in a bond strong

er than any societal decree. 

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Chapter 17 part 2

The quiet neighborhood had quickly taken notice of Aruna and Babu’s unconventional life. Every morning, as Aruna left for work dressed in crisp office attire, and Babu stood at the doorstep, watching her go with a lingering gaze, the whispers began.

Among the housewives who spent their afternoons chatting over cups of tea, Aruna became a subject of both admiration and envy. Some looked at her with awe, jealous of the way her young, handsome husband adored her. "Look at him," one woman murmured. "He stays home, waits for her, makes coffee for her… My husband barely acknowledges my presence!"

Others, however, disapproved. The traditional Indian household did not work this way—men were meant to earn, and women were supposed to manage the home. "This is not right," another woman scoffed. "A man sitting at home while his wife earns? What kind of family is this?"

Despite the murmurs, Aruna and Babu carried on, unaffected by the eyes that followed them. Babu, who spent his days immersed in books and leisure, never cared about societal expectations. Aruna, confident in her choices, paid no attention to the disapproving looks.

Their love, though unconventional, was unwavering. And in the privacy of their home, away from judgmental stares, they continued their life—one built not on societal norms, but on their own rules.

Their days in Guntur were a tapestry of love and deceit, each moment woven with a thread of desire so intense it threatened to unravel their carefully constructed lives. Yet, in the sanctity of their bedroom, Babu and Aruna were free, their love a beacon in a world that sought to snuff it out. And as they lay in the afterglow of their latest conquest, they knew that nothing, not even the shadow of their past, could ever extinguish the flame that burned within them

One day Vani made an unexpected visit to Aruna. She arrived without informing her beforehand, and when Aruna opened the door to see Vani standing there, she was taken aback.

"Vani! What a surprise," Aruna said, masking her initial shock. "Come in."

Vani stepped inside, looking around briefly before settling onto the couch. She looked tired from the journey. Aruna brought her some water and let her rest for a while. After freshening up, Vani sat opposite Aruna, her expression serious.

"I came here because I needed to talk to you," Vani said, her tone firm. "Aruna, what you're doing is wrong. You cannot have this forbidden relationship with Babu. It’s not just immoral, it’s unnatural. You need to end this before it’s too late."

Aruna leaned back, unfazed. "Vani, you don’t understand. Babu and I didn’t just choose this on a whim. We got married."

Vani’s eyes widened in shock. "Married?! That’s even worse, Aruna! Do you even hear yourself? This isn’t love—it’s a mistake. You need to leave him before this ruins both of your lives."

Aruna scoffed. "Why? So I can live a lie like you? At least I’m not sneaking around and cheating on my husband the way you are."

Vani’s face turned red with anger. "How dare you, Aruna? You think what you’re doing is right? You’re married to your own brother! And now you have the audacity to judge me?"

Aruna smirked, unbothered. "I made my choice openly. I don’t hide in the shadows like you do."

Vani clenched her fists, her anger evident, but after a moment, she took a deep breath and calmed herself. "I didn’t come here to fight, Aruna. I came because I care about you. I still believe you can come to your senses. But right now, I just want to spend some time with my sister." She softened her voice. "If it's okay with you, I’d like to stay here for a few days."

Aruna studied Vani for a moment, sensing that she hadn’t given up on trying to change her mind. But instead of arguing further, she simply said, "Fine. You can stay."

Vani nodded, determined. She knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but she wasn’t ready to walk away from Aruna just yet.

In the next few days, as Vani settled into Aruna and Babu's home, she found herself struggling to sleep at night. Through the thin walls, she could hear the unmistakable sounds of passionate lovemaking between Aruna and Babu. She lay awake, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing.

What is so special about him? she wondered. Why is Aruna so devoted to this?

During the day, when Aruna left for work, Vani spent time with Babu, hoping to understand what had drawn her sister to this forbidden relationship. She observed him closely—his mannerisms, his intelligence, the way he carried himself.

To her surprise, she discovered just how brilliant Babu was. He had a sharp mind, a natural curiosity, and an insightful way of looking at things. He was articulate and thoughtful, effortlessly engaging in deep conversations. Maybe this was part of it, Vani thought. Maybe Aruna was drawn to his intellect as much as anything else.

But there was something more—something deeper. The way he spoke, the way he reacted to things, even his subtle expressions reminded Vani of their father. It wasn’t just about physical resemblance; it was his behavior, his brilliance, the quiet confidence he carried.

Is that what Aruna is longing for? Vani wondered. Is she trying to fill the void left by our father?

And then there were the nights. Could their relationship really be as simple as sexual satisfaction? Or was there something much more profound between them—something that defied all reason?

Vani decided to test Babu and With the decision made, Vani waited patiently for the moment Aruna would leave for work. When the house was finally quiet and she heard the door shut, she took a deep breath and let her thoughts of curiosity and desire guide her. She had prepared herself, taking a warm shower and shaving her nether regions, ensuring every inch of her body was as smooth and inviting as possible. Wrapping herself in nothing but a flimsy towel, she tiptoed towards Babu's bedroom, her heart thumping in her chest with a mix of nervousness and excitement. The aroma of Aruna's lingering perfume filled the space, mingling with the faint scent of Babu's musky cologne. She took another deep breath, her body already responding to the anticipation of what was to come. As she entered the dimly lit room, the soft rustle of the towel was the only sound that broke the silence. She knew that underneath that towel was a woman's body that was about to embark on a taboo journey of lust and discovery.

Vani's hands trembled slightly as she let the towel fall to the floor, revealing her nakedness to Babu's astonished gaze. He sat up in bed, his eyes widening as they traveled over her curvy silhouette. The moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the soft curves of her hips and the fullness of her breasts. Her nipples, erect with excitement, pointed towards him like tiny, hungry mouths. She stepped closer, the coolness of the floor sending a shiver down her spine, causing her pussy to clench with need. "Babu," she whispered, her voice low and sultry, "You cannot marry one sister and call the other 'akka'. We are all one, and I want to share in what makes Aruna so devoted to you."

Babu's eyes roamed over Vani's body, noticing the subtle differences that made her uniquely alluring. Like Aruna, she was a goddess of beauty with her long, dark hair cascading down her back, framing a face that was a blend of innocence and burgeoning sexuality. Her skin glowed with a warm, golden hue, free of any imperfections except for the faint stretch marks that adorned her lower belly—a testament to the life she had brought into the world. Despite being slightly shorter and more voluptuous than her sister, the resemblance was undeniable. The way her hips flared out and her waist cinched in, her breasts heavy and ripe, made it clear that she was a woman who knew how to carry herself with sensual grace. Her legs looked strong and shapely, and the dark patch of hair between them was neatly trimmed, hinting at her own meticulous grooming habits. Vani stepped closer to the bed, the mattress sinking slightly as she approached, her full, pink lips curling into a seductive smile as she let the towel drop away. Her body was a canvas of soft, inviting curves that begged to be explored, and Babu found himself unable to resist the allure of the forbidden fruit standing before him.

With a boldness she didn't know she had, Vani leaned in and pressed her soft, full lips against Babu's. He was stunned at first, his body stiff with surprise, but the warmth and urgency of her kiss soon melted his resistance. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer until her big, soft boobs were smashed against his firm chest. The sensation was electric, sending waves of desire coursing through their bodies. Her nipples, already pebbled with anticipation, grazed his chest, sending sparks of pleasure through her core. As their tongues danced together, Vani's hands roamed over Babu's broad shoulders, feeling the power and strength hidden beneath his skin. She could feel his manhood stirring to life, growing against her thigh, and she knew that she had him in her grasp.

The room grew hotter, their breaths mingling in the stillness as the kiss deepened. Vani's hands moved downward, her fingertips tracing the contours of his muscled abdomen before finally reaching the waistband of his boxers. With a deft motion, she pulled them down, freeing his erect cock. It stood tall and proud, the head glistening with precum, a testament to his desire for her. She wrapped her hand around it, feeling the veins pulse with each heartbeat, her own pussy growing wetter with every stroke. Babu moaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating through her, as she began to pump him slowly, her grip firm but gentle. He responded by cupping her ass, his thumbs grazing the sensitive skin near her pussy, making her gasp.

Vani's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Babu's cock, the sheer size of it making her gulp. It was the biggest she had ever seen, and she couldn't help but wonder if this was the true reason behind Aruna's unwavering devotion. The thought of her sister being conquered by this monstrous member only served to fuel her own desire. She marveled at the velvety softness of his shaft, her hand looking so small in comparison as she stroked it with increasing speed. The head of his cock was broad and engorged, the tip leaking a clear, viscous fluid that promised an explosion of pleasure. Her pussy clenched in anticipation, the walls slick with need. It was as if she could feel the weight of it already, pressing against her, stretching her, filling her up in a way she had never experienced before. The power of his arousal was intoxicating, and she knew that she had to have it—to claim it as her own and understand the depth of the connection Aruna had found. With a wicked smile, she straddled him, her wetness coating his shaft as she positioned herself over his throbbing erection.

With trembling thighs, Vani lowered herself onto Babu's cock, inch by inch, her eyes never leaving his. His size was daunting, but her desire was stronger. As she took him fully inside her, she felt herself stretch around his girth, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that had her moaning out his name. Her pussy quivered, adjusting to the intrusion, and as she began to ride him, her body started to sing with pleasure. The way he filled her was unlike anything she had ever felt—complete and utter surrender to his dominance. Her breasts bounced with every movement, the nipples tight and sensitive, begging for attention. Babu took one in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth, making her gasp and buck her hips faster. His hands gripped her waist, guiding her, urging her to take more of him, to lose herself in the carnality of their union.

And then it happened. With a keening cry, Vani's orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clamping down around his shaft as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Her juices flowed freely, coating him, her body convulsing in a symphony of pleasure. It was as if she had discovered a new part of herself, a dark, carnivorous need that had been lying dormant, waiting for this very moment. She had never cum so hard before, not even with the men she had been with in the past. The intensity of her climax was almost overwhelming, leaving her panting and trembling, her eyes glazed over with lust.

The sight of his sister-in-law's passion was too much for Babu to bear. With a growl, he rolled her over, his cock still buried deep inside her, and began to pump into her with a ferocity that matched her own. His muscles bulged and sweat glistened on his skin, his hips slamming into hers with a rhythm that spoke of years of pent-up desire. The bed creaked and rocked beneath them, the headboard thumping against the wall in time with their fevered movements. Vani's nails dug into his back, her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him to go deeper, faster, harder.

With the first taste of orgasm still pulsing through her, Vani felt Babu shift their positions, his cock slipping out of her before he grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach. Her legs were spread wide, and she could feel the heat of his body against her back as he lined his cock back up with her drenched pussy. Without warning, he slammed back into her, filling her completely in one powerful thrust. She screamed out into the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut as the new angle sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room as he began to fuck her in a primal, doggy style rhythm. Vani's ass cheeks jiggled with every pump, the sound of their union echoing through the silent house. She could feel him stretching her, his cock reaching new depths, and she knew she was going to cum again. The sensation built up inside her, a delicious pressure that grew with every thrust, until she was once again on the edge. She pushed back against him, her body begging for more, her pussy clenching and releasing around his shaft like a vise. And then it happened—she exploded into another mind-shattering climax, her pussy spasming around him as she came harder than she ever had before. Her walls contracted around his cock, and she heard him grunt in satisfaction, his grip on her hips tightening as he pounded into her even harder. But Vani was insatiable—she wanted more, craved it with a hunger she had never felt before. Her own juices were running down her thighs, mixing with the sweat that coated their bodies, and she knew that she had crossed a line she could never uncross.

With a final, powerful thrust, Babu pulled his cock out of Vani's clenching pussy and aimed it at her plump, round ass. She could feel the tension in his body, the muscles in his thighs tensing as he approached his climax. A moment later, he released his hot, sticky load all over her ass cheeks, painting them with ropes of cum that trickled down the cleft and pooled at the base of her spine. Vani's body trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her ass still quivering as Babu's seed coated her skin. She looked back over her shoulder, watching as the last drops of cum dribbled from the tip of his cock, and a smug smile played on her lips. She had seduced her sister's husband, claimed his seed, and felt a thrill that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The taboo act had brought them closer in a way she never could have imagined, and she knew that she would crave this feeling again—this delicious blend of power, desire, and transgression.

But as the haze of passion began to clear, doubt started to creep in. What had she done? The reality of her actions weighed heavily on her, but the raw, animalistic need that had driven her to this moment was too strong to ignore. She knew she had to face the consequences, but for now, all she could do was lie there, her body still trembling with the echoes of pleasure

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Chapter 17 part 3

Few minutes later as Vani and Babu lay down naked on the bed, she turned to him with a thoughtful expression and said, "Babu, I have to admit, you are amazing. I can see why Aruna loves you so much."

Babu smirked slightly but then shook his head. "If you think Aruna is with me just because I’m good in bed, then you don’t know her at all."

Vani raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Yes, we do make passionate love," Babu admitted, "but that’s only a small part of our relationship. You see, we’ve only been together for four months, but the depth of our bond is limitless. We enjoy each other’s company in a way that goes beyond attraction."

He leaned back, staring at the distant skyline. "Our bedroom isn’t just for the primal act of sex. It’s a place where we play like kids, where we tell each other stories, where we make plans and dream together—even if we know most of them might never come true." He glanced at Vani. "With Aruna, I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not. And she doesn’t have to either. In our world, we can just be—without judgment, without pretense."

Vani listened in silence, taking in his words. For the first time, she saw their relationship not just as something forbidden, but as something deeply intimate—something only they could understand.

Vani sighed, setting her hair. She looked at Babu with a hint of guilt in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Babu. I should have tried to understand you both before jumping to conclusions. I judged you unfairly, and I acted out without even talking to you first.”

Babu tilted his head slightly, studying her. “Do you regret seducing me now?”

Vani chuckled softly, shaking her head. “No, not at all. It was fun. It was amazing. Something I’ll remember fondly for the rest of my life.” She paused for a moment before adding, “But please, don’t tell Aruna. I don’t want to cause any trouble between you two.”

Babu nodded, offering her a small smile. “I won’t.”

The next morning, Vani packed her bags and got ready to leave. Before stepping out, she hugged both Aruna and Babu warmly, her eyes filled with affection. “Take care of each other,” she said, squeezing Aruna’s hands. “And be happy.”

Aruna smiled, unaware of the secret between them. “You too, Akka.”

With one last glance at them, Vani walked away, carrying with her a newfound understanding—and a memory that would always remain with her.

One day Aruna’s phone rang, It was an unknown number. Her heart pounded as she gripped her phone. The voice on the other end had been clear—Venu was arrested. Without a moment’s hesitation, she and Babu packed a few essentials and rushed to Hyderabad. The entire journey was a blur of worry and unanswered questions.

As soon as they arrived, Aruna wasted no time in heading to the security officer station. The sight of Venu sitting behind bars sent a chill down her spine. His face was drawn with exhaustion, and there was a visible cut on his forehead.

“Anna!” Aruna called out as she approached the bars.

Venu exhaled heavily, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Aruna… I don’t even know how this happened.”

Aruna and Babu listened intently as Venu explained.

“I found out that Rachana took money from her father to invest in our business and lied to me about it. When I confronted her, we had a huge fight. In a moment of rage, I threw the glass I was holding. I didn’t mean for it to hit her—it ricocheted off the wall and struck her on the head. She got injured.” His voice was filled with regret.

Aruna gasped. “Oh my God. Is she okay?”

“I took her to the hospital immediately. But then her father and brother came. They abused me, called me all sorts of things, and took her home. I thought that was it—I thought things would settle down after she recovered. But then the security officer came and arrested me.”

Babu frowned. “What charges are they pressing?”

Venu let out a bitter laugh. “Not just assault charges. They’ve filed a domestic violence case against me.”

Aruna clenched her fists. “We need to get you out of here. Don’t worry, Anna. We’ll handle this.”

Babu nodded. “First, we need a good lawyer. This isn’t just a misunderstanding anymore. Her family is out for blood.”

Aruna took a deep breath, trying to suppress the rising panic within her. She had to stay strong. For Venu. For their family.

Without wasting a second, Aruna pulled out her phone and dialed Ratna Kumar. The call connected, and she spoke urgently.

"Ratna Kumar garu, this is Aruna. My brother Venu has been arrested on assault and domestic violence charges. We need your help to get him out on bail as soon as possible."

Ratna Kumar listened carefully before responding in his calm, measured tone. "I understand, Aruna. I need the details—where is he being held? What exactly are the charges? And do you have any evidence to prove his innocence?"

Aruna quickly relayed everything Venu had told her. "It was an accident. He didn’t mean to hurt her. Her family is pressing charges out of anger."

Ratna Kumar sighed. "These kinds of cases can get messy, especially when emotions run high. But don’t worry, I’ll do everything I can. I’ll file for his bail immediately. Meet me at my office in one hour."

Aruna felt a small sense of relief. "Thank you so much, I willl be there."

As she ended the call, she turned to Babu. "I need to go to court. Ratna Kumar is working on the bail. We have to be prepared for anything."

Babu nodded. "Let’s do whatever it takes to get Venu out of this mess."

She looked at Babu with a serious expression.

"Babu, I need you to stay out of this for now. You know how complicated things can get, and I don’t want to deal with unnecessary questions—especially about why we’re together. It’s best if you stay somewhere else while I handle this."

Babu hesitated for a moment. "Are you sure? I want to be there for you."

"I know," Aruna said, squeezing his hand. "But right now, the focus needs to be on getting Venu out. If people see us together, it might create distractions we don’t need. Please, just trust me on this."

Babu sighed, but he knew she was right. "Alright. I’ll go to Jean’s place. Keep me updated."

"I will," Aruna assured him.

Babu grabbed his phone and stepped out, heading toward Jean’s apartment. Meanwhile, Aruna took a deep breath, gathered her composure, and set off to meet Ratna Kumar at his office . The battle to free Venu had begun.

When Babu reached Jean 's house, they greeted each other warmly, catching up on life over tea. But soon, Jean casually mentioned something that caught Babu completely off guard.

"Did you hear?" Jean asked. "Gita is getting married to Sai."

Babu felt his heart skip a beat. "What?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jean nodded. "Yeah, the wedding is in a few weeks. Sai has a great job now, and it seems like a good match. People are saying Sunanda Ma'am had a hand in this."

Babu sat there, trying to process the news. Gita—the girl he had shared so much with—was moving on. And with Sai, of all people. A strange mix of emotions stirred inside him—guilt, surprise, and something he couldn’t quite name.

Jean noticed Babu’s silence. "You okay, man?"

Babu forced a smile. "Yeah… just unexpected news, that’s all."

But deep down, he knew this revelation would linger with him for a long time.

Babu stood outside Gita’s house, his heart pounding in his chest. He had come straight from Jean’s place after hearing the news of her engagement to Sai. He hadn’t planned this visit, but his legs carried him here before his mind could catch up. He needed answers.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. After a few moments, Gita opened it, surprise flashing across her face.

"Babu…?" she said, hesitant.

"Can I come in?" he asked, his voice steady but firm.

She glanced behind her, then stepped aside, letting him in. The living room felt smaller than he remembered, the walls closing in on him as he faced her.

"I heard you’re getting married," he started, getting straight to the point.

Gita sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Not married. We’re just getting engaged."

Babu let out a bitter chuckle. "We were also getting engaged, Gita," he reminded her. "You told me you weren’t ready for marriage, and I respected that. But now, suddenly, you’re getting engaged to Sai?"

Gita looked away for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts. "Sai has promised to wait for me," she said finally. "Even three years if necessary. He understands that I want to build my career first."

Babu’s jaw tightened. "And you think I wouldn’t have done the same?" he asked. "I would have waited for you, Gita. Not just three years—however long you needed."

She let out a small sigh, then looked him in the eyes. "Babu, this is all nonsense," she said, her voice firm. "I don’t want to lie to you anymore. I didn’t want to marry you because you are jobless. You’ve wasted your time, and your life is going nowhere."

Babu took a step back, as if physically hit by her words. "That’s not fair," he muttered. "You know my situation—I was figuring things out, working on myself—"

"And I don’t have the luxury to wait while you figure things out," she interrupted. "Sai is not like that. He has a great job now, and I feel my life and future are secure with him."

Babu’s hands clenched at his sides. "So… it was always about money and security for you?"

"It’s about stability," she corrected, unfazed by his reaction. "After I finish my engineering, I’ll get a private job and start earning. With Sai in a top government position, we will have security. Our life will be easy because he will have power."

Babu let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "So that’s it? You never really loved me?"

Gita sighed, exasperated. "Love is not enough, Babu," she said. "You might think it is, but in the real world, it isn’t. I need a future I can count on."

A heavy silence fell between them. Babu looked at her, searching for any sign of hesitation, any flicker of guilt. But there was none.

"Goodbye, Babu," Gita said finally, her voice softer but resolute.

Babu swallowed hard, nodding slowly. Without another word, he turned and walked out, leaving behind the woman he once thought he knew.

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