Romance Shadows of Deceit and unspoken love

[mindset00007]

Inside the Flat-

"Kajol, you’re not even dressed yet? Stop talking to your boyfriend! Sachin, your girl isn’t going to die today!" Priya shouted loudly, making sure her voice carried to Sachin over the phone.

"Shut up, Priya," Kajol snapped back. "I don’t take as much time as you to get ready."

"Oh, we poor souls need all this makeup to hide our flaws and attract attention," Priya teased. "Now stop chatting and get dressed!"

Kajol turned her attention back to the call. "Hey Sachin, I’m sorry. Don’t take her words seriously. Before she comes back and starts shouting again, I need to get dressed," she said softly.

"Of course not," Sachin replied with a chuckle. "Tell me, what are you planning to wear? The churidhar I gifted you?"

"I was thinking of wearing the churidhar," Kajol admitted hesitantly, "but Priya insisted I buy a jumpsuit."

"Oh my God, my girl is stepping into modern outfits now," Sachin said with a laugh. "Anyway, I’m happy to see how city life is changing your perspective." His tone was light, but there was a faint trace of disappointment—perhaps at her not wearing the dress he had gifted her.

"I’m sorry, Sachin," Kajol apologized again, sensing his unspoken feelings.

"Hey, why are you apologizing? I’m just happy to hear you’re active and excited. Next time, I’ll pick out a modern outfit for you myself. Now go and enjoy your party," Sachin said reassuringly.

"Okay. Love you," Kajol said softly.

"Love you too, my baby," Sachin replied before the call ended.

Kajol stood up and changed into the jumpsuit. It felt different, unfamiliar, but she wanted to trust Priya’s suggestion.

A little while later, Priya entered the room and gasped dramatically. "Oh my God! My girl is going to steal the party!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration.

"Shut up! You convinced me to wear this, and now you’re teasing me?" Kajol retorted playfully.

"You should thank me for rescuing you from the captivity of old-fashioned ideas—like Sachin’s—and showing off your true beauty," Priya said confidently.

Though Priya praised Kajol out loud, a subtle envy stirred in her mind. Her gaze lingered on Kajol’s flawless beauty, taking in her radiance and grace with an unspoken longing.

Priya couldn’t help but feel a flicker of envy as she watched Kajol move with effortless grace. It wasn’t Kajol’s fault—her beauty was undeniable, a force of nature that commanded attention wherever she went. Her hourglass figure, with its perfect balance of strength and elegance, seemed to overshadow Priya’s efforts to stand out. As Kajol’s silky hair cascaded over her shoulders like a wild river, Priya felt an uncomfortable pang, the kind that comes from admiring something you wish you had for yourself.

Her cat-like eyes, sharp and unyielding, seemed to hold an air of untamed mystery that Priya couldn’t replicate, no matter how much she tried. It was maddeningly effortless for Kajol; she didn’t even realize how captivating she was. Priya’s gaze lingered on Kajol’s flawless skin and unrestrained confidence, a reminder of how nature had crafted Kajol to be unapologetically bold and alluring.

When Kajol looked into the mirror, she couldn’t help but admire her reflection. The soft fabric of the jumpsuit accentuated her figure, making her feel both confident and elegant. Noticing how it fit around her boobs, she adjusted her outfit slightly to ensure everything felt just right, her movements deliberate and composed.

She turned around to check her back view, ensuring that her panty lines weren’t visible through the body-hugging bottom.

Priya came up behind Kajol and gently pressed her hand against her ass. "Nice," she commented, her tone laced with subtle envy.

"Priya, just don’t do that. I don’t like anyone touching my back," Kajol said firmly.

"Oh, is that so?" Priya teased, giving two quick squeezes simultaneously to intentionally provoke her friend. Though Priya did it playfully, she couldn’t help but silently admire the smoothness and texture of Kajol’s ass, a thought she would never openly admit. She had often overheard the boys in the gang admiring her, including her boyfriend Ashish, who had expressed his admiration several times.

When they reached the entrance of their apartment, Priya’s boyfriend, Ashish, was waiting in his car.

"Hello, girls! Were you planning to arrive at the party just as it ends?" he teased, flashing them a playful grin.

"I’m feeling a bit awkward about attending the party since I don’t know your friends," Kajol admitted hesitantly.

"Kajol, we go anywhere there’s free booze and other stuff. It’s our duty to make rich friends spend on us," Ashish said in a joking tone.

"Oh, what wonderful friends you are," Kajol replied with a sigh of pity.     

Kajol pondered why she was even attending the party, especially since it felt like her friends were only interested in the free booze. Deep down, she had to admit that it was Tarun who had captivated her mind. Their brief conversation had left a lasting impression on her. He seemed genuine, so unlike her other friends, and his sincerity intrigued her.

Moreover, her passion for interior design fueled her curiosity. She was eager to see the interiors of Tarun’s home, which her friends had always praised so highly.

"Wow," Kajol thought, admiring the beauty of the house as their car entered the compound. The architecture and landscaping exuded charm and elegance, leaving her momentarily captivated.

"Hey, bastards! Is this the time to show up?" Tarun called out as he approached them, his tone playful and teasing as he directed the remark toward Priya and Ashish.

But as his gaze shifted to Kajol, his expression softened. "Hey, Kajol, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean you. You’re my guest, and I warmly welcome you to my home," he said, his voice gentle and his eyes fixed on her.

"Alright, enough staring," Priya interjected with a mischievous smile. "She already has a boyfriend!" she added, smirking as she caught Tarun’s unwavering gaze lingering on Kajol.

Priya’s comment was directed at Tarun, but Kajol couldn’t help feeling that it applied to her as well. Deep down, she knew she was just as guilty—captivated not only by the stunning beauty of his home but also by Tarun’s strikingly handsome appearance.

Kajol found herself echoing her friends' sentiments as she stepped into Tarun’s home—it was breathtakingly elegant, a perfect blend of beauty and sophistication, both inside and out. She consciously avoided locking eyes with Tarun, yet a part of her couldn’t deny the inexplicable longing for his attention that stirred within her.

Kajol considered praising Tarun, but the thought that his home might have been built with his father’s money lessened the intensity of her admiration. Determined, she resolved to one day build a beautiful home in her hometown with her own earnings. Her mind briefly wandered into thoughts of future plans, her career, and even Sachin, but Priya quickly snapped her out of her daydreams and led her toward the party area.

Soon, Kajol regained her usual strong demeanour, effortlessly blending in with her friends and enjoying the lively atmosphere of the party.

She couldn’t help but expect Tarun to linger nearby, perhaps to strike up a conversation, but he seemed to disappear after ensuring they were all settled in the party area.

"Are you trying the stuff, Kajol?" Priya asked as she came near, noticing the glass of wine in Kajol’s hand.

"Priya, you promised not to take this. Don’t go," Kajol urged her tone soft but firm.

"Hey, Kajol, this is imported stuff. Tarun brought it especially for this party. I’m going. If you’re not interested, feel free to stay here," Priya replied with a shrug before walking away.

Left alone, Kajol tried to enjoy the DJ’s music, letting the rhythm fill the room. But soon, she began to feel the weight of solitude creeping in, making the lively beats feel hollow.

"Hello, are you feeling bored?" Tarun’s voice suddenly broke her reverie, pulling her attention toward him.

"Absolutely not," Kajol responded quickly, putting on a smile. "I was enjoying the music."

"Dance with me?" Tarun asked, his words carrying a sincerity that gave her pause. For a moment, she was unsure of how to react, but the earnest expression on his face melted her hesitation. Gathering herself, she nodded and joined him on the dance floor.

Kajol felt comforting warmth after dancing with Tarun. She had always dreamed of sharing a moment like this with Sachin, but he lacked the natural grace for dancing. Moreover, he never supported her dancing in public, believing that people’s eyes would linger on her beautiful figure. In this moment, however, she felt as though one of her cherished dreams had been fulfilled in the best possible way.

Throughout the dance, Tarun maintained an admirable level of decency, something Kajol truly appreciated. The way his hands rested on her waist felt secure yet respectful, a delicate balance that she found both comforting and admirable.

Her mind momentarily toyed with comparisons between Tarun and Sachin, but she refused to give those thoughts any space. Instead, she chose to focus on the joy of the moment and the sincerity in Tarun’s demeanour.

The party lasted until 3 a.m. Though Priya and Ashish occasionally joined her, Kajol found Tarun’s company far more comfortable and enjoyable. She noticed that he didn’t partake in the drug use his friends indulged in. When Kajol asked him about it, he explained that he was firmly against drugs and had only brought them to the party due to his friends’ insistence.

Kajol also noticed how the time Tarun spent with her seemed to ignite envy among several girls at the party—friends of his who were clearly seeking his attention. With each round of dancing, Kajol felt increasingly at ease in Tarun's company.

As the party reached its peak, Kajol let go of all her lingering thoughts and embraced the moment, enjoying herself to the fullest. The special wine she shared with Tarun seemed to invigorate her with an energy she had never experienced before.

When Tarun suggested a ballroom dance in front of everyone, Kajol hesitated for a moment. While she had practiced on her own by watching YouTube videos as a passion, the idea of performing publicly made her nervous. Yet, the confidence she gained from Tarun's encouraging words propelled her to join him on the floor.

The applause from the crowd as they danced filled her with pride and joy, cheering her spirit and making her feel truly accomplished.

Tarun was no longer a stranger to Kajol. Her mind felt content with the bond of a new friendship, and she welcomed him into her heart wholeheartedly.

However, a flicker of doubt crossed her mind—was she beginning to feel envious as she watched Tarun interact with girls from another group? She couldn’t help but notice how different his demeanour was with those girls. A few of them displayed open intimacy toward him, even going as far as kissing him publicly, which made Kajol feel a strange unease she couldn’t quite explain.

Kajol felt a deep sense of happiness as most of the partygoers began to leave. The quieter atmosphere gave her a newfound comfort, and she became so immersed in the moment that she forgot to check the time. She found herself wishing the party wouldn’t end, savouring every lingering second of the experience.

"Do you drive, Kajol?" Tarun asked, his tone casual yet curious.

"I have a license, but I don’t have much experience but can manage," she replied, her curiosity piqued. "Why?"

Without answering, Tarun led her to a room. Kajol was taken aback by what she saw—Priya was lying on the bed, her T-shirt removed, with Ashish sitting beside her. Though Kajol felt a surge of anger, she chose not to express it, keeping her emotions in check.

"This isn’t a good condition for her to go back to your flat," Tarun said calmly. "Let her stay here for the night. You can stay too—there are other rooms available."

Along with the sense of comfort she felt with Tarun, Kajol’s unease about leaving Priya alone with Ashish pushed her to consider accepting his offer. At the same time, the thought of driving a long distance at night worried her. Adding to her apprehension was the fear of how she would explain this situation to Sachin tomorrow, making her decision even more difficult.

"Tarun, thank you for the offer. I’ll manage myself. I have to wake up early in the morning and have some important tasks to complete," she said, trying to maintain a polite but firm stance.

"That’s entirely up to your comfort," Tarun replied calmly. "Don’t worry about your friend—I’ll make sure she’s okay."

Even though she had permission to leave, Kajol hesitated, her mind swirling with conflicting thoughts.

"Don’t worry, you’re not alone. I’ll drive you back," Tarun added reassuringly. His words brought Kajol immense relief, though she couldn’t help but feel guilty for troubling him.

As Kajol waited at the entrance of Tarun's home, a sleek Porsche Cayenne glided to a stop before her.

"Come, Kajol," Tarun called out smoothly, rolling down the window with an effortless charm that only seemed to enhance the aura around him.

Her breath caught for a moment. The sight of the luxurious car, coupled with the elegant beauty of his home and his confident character, left her momentarily overwhelmed. She couldn’t help but marvel at the life Tarun seemed to lead—a life that exuded sophistication and success.

While Kajol had always prided herself on being independent and focused on her own goals, a part of her couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to live in a world like his. The car alone reignited her quiet dream of one day owning something equally magnificent.

As she slid into the passenger seat, the mix of admiration and curiosity lingered, making her feel both inspired and slightly self-conscious about her own ambitions.

After a few minutes of silence, they began a conversation. Kajol felt surprisingly comfortable and allowed the topic to drift toward personal life.

In an effort to satisfy the curiosity—and perhaps a tinge of jealousy—lingering in her mind about his lifestyle, she asked, "What does your family do?"

"My family consists of my father, mother, and sister. They’re staying at our native place," Tarun replied calmly.

"Oh! So your father retired after handing over the family business to you?" she asked, her tone tinged with curiosity.

"Family business?" Tarun responded with a small smile. "Seems Priya never talked about me to you.

"

His remark struck a chord, and Kajol felt a pang of guilt. She had heard Priya praise him numerous times but had never taken the time to actually know him. Until now, Kajol had assumed Tarun to be no different from Priya and Ashish—living carefree lives, unburdened by responsibility or purpose, thanks to their wealthy backgrounds.

Kajol often wondered why she got along with Priya, given how completely opposite their personalities were. Priya, whom she had met as a stranger during her college days, was the polar opposite of her own structured and grounded nature. They had never imagined they would meet again, yet life had brought them together. More importantly, Priya had been the one to stand by Kajol during her toughest crises, lending her unwavering support when she needed it the most.

"Kajol, I was a college dropout when I came to this city seven years ago. Everything I am today is a result of my own efforts," Tarun began, his voice carrying a mix of pride and unhealed hurt. "Even though I’ve achieved this level of success, my father is still not happy with me. He hardly speaks to me. He believes in the importance of a strong education—he was a teacher, after all. To him, my wealth seems like something achieved by taking advantage of others. He refuses to believe in the hard work behind it all."

Tarun paused for a moment, the deep wound of his father’s disapproval visible in his eyes. "You know, there were days when I couldn’t even afford food. But now… now, I’m here," he finished, with a quiet yet unmistakable pride that underscored his resilience.

Kajol listened, her heart stirred with a mix of emotions. She wanted to express her amazement and admiration for his journey, but her guilt for having misjudged him earlier made her reaction more subdued. Instead, she offered a soft smile, her eyes reflecting an unspoken apology and admiration.

His words echoed in her mind, dismantling the assumptions she had built about him. She felt a growing respect for his strength and determination, alongside a pang of shame for having previously dismissed him as just another privileged individual. For the first time that evening, she saw him in a new light—not just as someone successful, but as someone who had earned every bit of it through perseverance and grit.

"Priya told me about you—the way you stood up for your rights and left home to carve your own path. I have to say, I’m really impressed by you," Tarun said, his words carrying a genuine admiration. "To be honest, when I first heard about you, I felt jealous of Sachin for having someone as incredible as you in his life. And, well, that jealousy only grew after meeting you."

He hesitated, then added with a playful grin, "To be honest, he’s such a lucky bastard."

Kajol didn’t feel offended by the use of the word. In fact, she found it oddly comforting. She remembered how Priya had often told her that Tarun tended to use strong words when he felt completely at ease with someone.

Seeing Kajol’s silence, Tarun quickly backtracked, his tone softening. "Please don’t misunderstand me," he said, concerned that he may have crossed a line. "It’s just that... when you come across someone who has all the qualities you’ve ever wanted in a partner, but that person belongs to someone else, it stirs up a sense of jealousy. And I can’t deny that’s exactly what I feel right now."

Tarun’s confession carried a mix of vulnerability and honesty, leaving Kajol both flattered and slightly conflicted. The sincerity in his voice made it clear that his feelings weren’t casual, and she couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment.

Without him stating it directly, Kajol could feel the depth of admiration and love that Tarun held for her. It was unlike anything she had experienced before. She had encountered many boys in her life who circled around her, seeking her love, but none had ever managed to convey the extent of their feelings as sincerely and profoundly as Tarun had through his words.

Yet, despite the powerful emotions his words stirred within her, Kajol's love for Sachin remained unwavering. Tarun’s heartfelt confession had reached her heart, but it couldn’t alter the steadfast feelings she carried for Sachin. She admired Tarun’s honesty and depth, but her heart belonged firmly to another.

It was almost 5 a.m. when Tarun dropped her off at her apartment. As Kajol walked toward her flat, a lingering sense of dissatisfaction settled in her heart. Despite the warmth of her homecoming, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sadness—she had just left behind one of the most memorable and cherished moments of her life.

Kajol—now pursuing higher studies along with a part-time job offered by Priya’s company and a few other agencies—often reflects on how much her life has changed in just a year. A year ago, her days were filled with tension and struggle. When her relationship with Sachin came to light within her family, she was placed under house arrest. At that time, Sachin had just completed his postgraduate studies and was still searching for a job.

She had hoped to marry him through a court wedding, but the situation in Sachin’s family was equally challenging. As the family relied on him to settle their debts and shoulder other responsibilities, they pressured him to end the relationship. Sachin’s uncertainty, combined with his actions that didn’t align with Kajol's expectations, left her deeply hurt and disappointed. Yet, when she allowed herself to think calmly, she didn’t blame him entirely.

Kajol’s communication with Priya during this turbulent period became her source of strength. Priya encouraged her to stand up for herself, and those words gave Kajol the courage to fight for her independence. Eventually, she ran away from her home and moved in with Priya, who was already working for several agencies.

Kajol initially wanted to find a job to support her, but when an opportunity arose to pursue higher studies alongside a part-time income, she decided to join college full-time. That decision became a turning point in her life, helping her rebuild her confidence and focus on creating a brighter future.

Although her family initially continued to banish her, tensions gradually eased over the past few months as her father began to recognize her fighting spirit. Seeing her determination, he eventually agreed to her marriage with Sachin. However, Kajol wasn’t ready for it just yet. Recalling the concerns raised by Sachin's family about his financial stability, Kajol made a firm decision—she would marry him only when she could stand on her own feet and contribute equally, if not more, to their future together.

Her determination to maintain her independence remained unwavering, as did her pride. Kajol chose to refuse the financial support offered by her father, resolute in her belief that she must forge her own path. Her ego wasn’t one of arrogance, but of dignity—she wanted to enter her married life as an equal partner, not as someone reliant on others.

Inside residence of Tarun.

When Tarun returned, it was 7 a.m. His eyes were heavy with sleep as he drove back alone. He knew that memories of Kajol and the lingering feeling of her presence were what kept him awake.

After parking the car, he entered his home. As he stepped into the room where Priya was sleeping, he noticed Ashish and Priya lying together. The aftermath of their lovemaking and the warmth of their bodies had caused the blanket to slip off, leaving their naked bodies fully visible. Ashish's hand resting on her nipple hinted at a playful gesture, as though he had been playing with it before falling asleep. Tarun stepped inside and gently covered their bodies with the blanket. His eyes briefly lingered on her, and a playful expression crossed his face. However, he quickly turned away and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

Tarun went to check another room before heading to his own. He found that a few of his friends had settled comfortably in the other rooms. As he walked toward his room, his mind began to wander. A faint smile formed on his face when his eyes fell upon Arathi, peacefully lying on his bed.

He quickly removed his clothes and got into bed wearing only his boxers. Sliding under the blanket, he hugged her from behind. He turned to her side and hugged her. Then, he firmly began pressing her boobs from behind, which disturbed her sleep. "Please stop," she said, naming her boyfriend, which only increased Tarun's interest in continuing.

He slid his hand inside the t-shirt and held her boobs. When he started to press, he found the movement on her body. He moved her hair and kissed her neck. As he continued to kiss her neck, the likeness of her body brought her ass to toward him and pressed against his bulge.

Half-awaken, Arathi turned her face and welcomed the kiss on her lips. As her lips were deeply absorbed by Tarun, she turned her body towards him. Tarun lifted her t-shirt and brings above her boobs. As she half-opened her eyes, the confusion about the person she was with reflected on her face, but the signs of withdrawal from her brought more intensity to Tarun's kiss. She was no longer a confused personality when Tarun advanced further into his actions. Her equal participation brought more excitement to Tarun. Tarun was proud of himself for bringing his friend's girlfriend to his bed after just one previous meeting with them. There was a bit of conflict of interest when her dress was being removed, but her resistance didn't have the power to stop his hand. The conflict continued until her body surrendered to the pleasure. Further, the scene changed to a willingly participating Arathi. Tarun bit hard on her nipples to make her scream to realize the treachery she is in. Her moan and enjoyment while he licked her pussy made him think she was treating him like a call boy. When she pressed his face hard into her pussy, he felt much insulated. He changed his position to 69 and brings his dick into her mouth to do her job. His interest got over when she was not showing any objections to offer any job given by him. In order to finish the job and gain full admiration of his manhood from Arathi, he entered her pussy. Arathi continue to moan loudly, calling her boyfriend's name throughout his dick pumping her pussy. Finally he jerked off on top of tunny when he found the fully satisfied face of Arathi.

"Tarun, where is he?" Arathi asked after some time of relaxation with him on the bed. "I didn’t see him inside the house. Maybe he is at the outhouse." Tarun replied.

"So you were fooling me by saying his name?" Tarun asked.

 "This is what you liked?" she asked.

"Wow, you understood my interest in such a short span of time," Tarun exclaimed.

 "I too dream of such encounters always. It was very satisfying," Arathi replied in a cool tone.

 "Shall we do it in front of him?" Tarun asked. "Hey, you are so eager to make him cuckold? When the time comes, we can. By the way, you were quite busy with a girl last night. Is she another girlfriend of another boy?" Arathi asked.

Tarun replied to her question with a naughty smile.

Tarun, I wanted to make some quick money. Will you be able to help me out?' When Arathi asked, Tarun understood that she didn’t come to him by his choice. She had planned and reached here.

Witnessing your performance in bed, I think you can," Tarun replied.

Here is my number, please call me. Saying this Arathi got up from the bed. "Though Tarun didn’t notice her beauty during fucking her, when he saw her standing naked in front of him, his eyes travelled through her body. She is a gem of a girl, no doubt. But the way she portrayed him as a pimp made him angry. However, respecting his job, he remained silent..

Kajol woke up to the sound of her mobile ringtone. She felt disappointed for being pulled out of a sweet dream where she was leading a happy life in her dream home and car. In her dreams, Kajol was married, but she couldn't see her husband's face clearly. She wasn't sure if it was Sachin's face she saw in her dream. More than husband face, waking from dream life brings her disappointed.

When she saw Sachin's name on the dial pad, she answered quickly.

Sachin: Hey, sweetheart. Are you still sleeping? When did you return? How was the party?  (sounding curious)

Kajol: The party was excellent. We came back at 3 a.m. (she lied, trying to sound convincing)

Sachin: Oh!! Send me those photos. (eagerly)

Kajol (thinking): Oh, I only thought about the photos during that time. The time with Tarun made me forget about taking pictures. (feeling a bit guilty)

Kajol: Yeah, I kind of felt awkward because of unknown people. I didn't take any pictures. (sounding a bit nervous)

Sachin: I was hoping to see the beauty of my girl in a modern outfit. (Slightly disappointed)

Sachin: "No problem. I will see during our meet." (sounding reassured)

Kajol: "When are you planning to come?" she asked with a curious tone.

Sachin: "I will get three days off at the end of this month. I am planning to come during those days." (sounding excited)

Kajol: "Sachin, I don’t want you to come here and then your parents start complaining. You haven’t gone to your home for quite a long time. Visit your home," she suggested with concern.

Sachin: "Don’t you want to see me?" he asked with a loving tone.

Kajol: "We are planning to come to your place after my exams are over." (sounding hopeful)

Sachin: "We?" he asked, sounding surprised.

Kajol: "Priya is planning a road trip during my holidays. We are planning to visit your city on that trip," she replied cheerfully.

Sachin felt a pang of frustration. "You didn't even discuss this with me," he thought. He wanted to voice his concerns but decided to stay silent. The growing friendship between Kajol and Priya unsettled him. As their bond strengthened, he felt increasingly uncomfortable. He wished Kajol could see the need to keep their relationships separate and give more importance to him. Though he knew she was giving him enough space in her heart, just as she did for Priya, his unsettled doubts and thoughts forced him to think this way.

Although Sachin's practical mind understood the situation, he sometimes couldn't help but feel angry at Priya for stealing Kajol's love. Beyond his feelings for Kajol, Sachin knew he couldn't be there for Kajol when she needed his presence and support the most. The girl he had met was no longer the same. Kajol had become more practical, ambitious, and independent.

Sachin considered himself lucky to have won Kajol's love; it was a breakthrough in his life. He had almost lost her once, and the weight of that pressure and heartache was known only to him. Kajol's return to normalcy and their renewed relationship had eased his worries. However, he noticed that during their comeback, Kajol had started claiming the same freedom that he did. It was a change he couldn't ignore.

Sachin: "Okay, that's good news. You didn’t tell me," he said, with a hint of worry in his voice.

Kajol: "I was trying to give you a surprise. Anyway, that's over now. I am feeling sleepy, can we talk later?" she asked in a sleepy tone.

Sachin: "You were sleeping from 3 to 12, is that not enough?" he asked playfully.

Kajol: "Sachin, please don’t start complaining. Bye, I will call you. Love you."

Sachin: "Hey, talk with me for 5 minutes. Then you can sleep." (sounding eager)

Kajol: "Okay."

Suddenly, she heard the doorbell.

Kajol: "Sachin, I think Priya is here." (said with excitement)

Sachin: "Wait, you returned alone?" (asked in a doubtful tone)

Kajol: "Sachin, will you stop doubting? She went to meet a friend in the morning because there was an emergency. If your doubt is cleared, can I go and open the door?" (her voice tinged with irritation at being questioned)

Sachin felt a little bit offended when Kajol disconnected the phone, as well as by her tone. However, he also found fault on his side for delving too deeply into her privacy.

She rushed to the main door and opened it.

Priya: "Hi, my darling. I am sorry for waking you from sleep." (apologetically)

Priya came inside the flat.

Kajol: "You got your sense back?" (she asked, concerned)

Priya: "Is this something new for you?" (sarcastically)

Kajol: "No, but you must control yourself." (firmly)

Priya: "I am very sorry, dear. I can't control myself, but if my friend insists, I will try next time." (Sounding regretful)

Kajol: "Ashish left?"

Priya: "He was not at his home when I woke up."

Kajol: "Who dropped you then?" (asked curiously)

Priya: "Tarun dropped me."

Kajol: "He left?" (asked with surprise)

Priya: "Oh, should I have invited him? Has your impression about him changed after just one meeting? Poor Sachin will get a heart attack," she teased.

Kajol: "Shut up. I was asking casually."

Priya: "Oh, I see," (said in the same teasing tone).

Kajol: "I couldn’t thank him for dropping me this morning."

Suddenly, Priya dialled her phone. Before Kajol realized that Tarun was on the other end, he answered the call.

Priya: "Hey Tarun, come to our flat and have a coffee. There is someone here who wants to thank you for last night’s party and your treatment."

Kajol: "Priya, what have you done?"

Priya disconnected the phone before Kajol could complete her reaction.

Kajol's treacherous mind decided not to compare Tarun with Sachin. However, as she reached bed and lay down to sleep, she began to rewind her day. She realized that Tarun's gestures showed his character and boldness. Until that moment, she hadn't thought about meeting him again, but now she found herself wishing for more time with him to convey her gratitude.

Her thoughts were not directed towards a romantic relationship, but as a friend, she wished to have Tarun by her side. Kajol wanted to change into an elegant dress from her nightdress, but the fear of being made fun of by Priya stopped her.

 

 

 

 

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After 10 minutes, Tarun reached their home. Since Priya was changing in her room, Kajol had to open the door and invite him in.
Tarun: "Hey, did you have a good sleep?" (asked casually)
Kajol: "Yes, I think you didn’t sleep properly." (noticing his tired look)
Tarun: "Never mind, it was a wonderful day last night. Thanks for joining the party." (smiling)
Kajol noticed his glance on her body but didn’t feel offended.
Once she settled him on the sofa, she asked for his choice of drink.
Tarun: "To be honest, a hot coffee will make my day."
Kajol: "Oh nice, you’re a coffee fan? I am too, but I don’t know the perfect blend."
Tarun: "Yeah, I make nice coffee. Can I help you?" (offering)
Kajol: "Why not?" Her excitement was evident as she accepted his offer.
Kajol stood beside Tarun while he blended the coffee powder. When he finally made the coffee, Kajol picked up her cup without showing the decency of offering it to the guest. She didn't feel guilty, as her mind was considering him more as her own person than a guest.
Oh, Kajol made you to make coffee? Priya asked ber when she found Tarun was the person made coffee with a playful wink.
Hey, I am happy that she offered her kitchen for me.

It was not just a coffee for Kajol. More than the taste and texture of the coffee, the way Tarun engaged her in each and every step, creating a sense of intimacy, made the coffee experience the best.

Priya: "Tarun, I am seeing Kajol giving space for someone to enter her life after a long time. She is quite impressed with you." (her open comment brought a shy smile to Kajol's face)
Kajol: "Tarun, ignore her words. She will say anything. Well, as a friend, I like the way you cared for me. But, I am a person who takes a little time to settle." (Kajol corrected her position with him)
Tarun: "Kajol, you don’t need to explain about Priya to me. Our relationship started years before."
Priya, who was sitting next to Tarun, turned towards him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Priya: "Oh, my loving friend." (Though Kajol didn't mind Priya flirting with any men, she couldn’t digest it in the same fashion)
As soon as Tarun finished the coffee,
Tarun: "Thank you, Kajol, for inviting me. If I could get into your list, I would be a very happy person." (hinting at his interest in her)
Kajol: "I will think about that or else, we will invite you when we plan to drink some wonder coffee" she replied in a playful tone.
Kajol and Priya stood at their door until Tarun entered the lift.
Priya: "Kajol, Tarun likes you for sure. I never see him eager to blend with women like he is making his attempt on you. Normally, he is a one-night stand person."
Kajol: "Priya, you don’t have any other topic?" (sounding exasperated)
Priya: "I see a good life with him for you. As far as I know him, he will be a good husband for you. I don’t like your stupid boyfriend Sachin." (speaking bluntly)
If it had been anyone other than Priya, Kajol would have replied nicely, but Priya's words didn’t come out as random allegations. She knew most parts of Kajol's life and the conceptual differences between Sachin and her.
When Kajol recollected Priya's comment about Tarun being a one-night stander, she wondered why she didn't feel any negative emotions. She doubted whether her mind was also adapting to a lifestyle like Priya's, who considered sex as a mode of enjoyment and didn't care about who was with her in bed. Kajol's thoughts were conflicted, as she questioned her own feelings and the potential changes in her perspective on relationships and intimacy.
As the exams approached, Kajol's concentration shifted to her studies. She became busy with college and work for the next week, leaving little time to think about other activities. Only a few topics of conflicting interest came up during her conversations with Sachin, often ending in small arguments. Despite the occasional tension, Kajol remained focused on her academic responsibilities, determined to excel in her exams.
Priya had invited Kajol to travel with her, but due to the official nature of the trip, Kajol decided not to go. On Saturday, after attending a special class at college, Kajol went to the shopping mall to buy foodstuffs. As she walked through the aisles, lost in thought, she was surprised to see Tarun appear in front of her.
Tarun: "Oh!!! You often come to this place?"
Kajol: "No, this is my first time."
Tarun: "I am so lucky," he replied.
Kajol smiled. She knew that if his words were genuine, he was lucky because there was no chance of meeting her at this place otherwise.
Kajol: "Is this your regular place?" she asked.
Tarun: "No."
Kajol: "How come you are here?"
Tarun: "This morning, someone told me to come to this place so that I could meet a beautiful lady. That's why I came," he replied.
Kajol: "Very funny," she expressed her disappointment at his attempt at cracking a sick joke.
Kajol and Tarun continued their shopping together. As soon as they finished billing their items, Tarun took all the bags.
Kajol: "Tarun, I can manage by myself."
Tarun: "No way, I won't miss any chance to impress you."
Kajol wanted to tell him that she was already impressed with him, but watching his small attempts to make her happy made it interesting for her to stand as an observer.
Until he dropped her in front of her apartment, Kajol didn't have any plans to invite him in. But the moment she felt something significant walking away, she found herself inviting him inside.
Tarun: "What time will Priya come back from the office?" he asked as he saw Kajol opening the door.
Kajol: "She is not in town," she replied.
Tarun: "Oh!!"
As soon as they entered, Tarun asked, "Can I get another chance to impress you with a coffee?"
Kajol: "Tarun, today will be my chance," she replied.
Tarun: "Ok, boss," his reply brought a smile to her face.

She didn't feel offended when Tarun joined her in the kitchen. Once again, her eyes took a pause on his attire. The tight t-shirt was giving a perfect view of his muscular body. The elegance of his dress combination made him even more handsome. She also enjoyed Tarun's glances at her, feeling a mix of pride and a hint of playful vanity. Their shared moments in the kitchen, filled with casual conversation and mutual appreciation, created a warm and comfortable atmosphere. Kajol couldn't help but smile as she prepared the coffee, realizing how much she enjoyed his company.

Tarun: "Kajol, what are your plans after higher studies?"
When Kajol shared her thoughts with Tarun, the way he paid attention and offered insightful remarks, as well as shared his views, made her feel very comfortable. This was the first time Kajol felt so positive after sharing her dreams and thoughts about the future. She had decided not to compare him with Sachin, but she couldn't help noticing that Tarun seemed like a much better man. She didn't need to think of the reasons; it just felt right. His attentiveness, genuine interest, and ability to make her feel understood and appreciated created a sense of ease and connection that she hadn't experienced before.

What are you up to? I mean in terms of business? Kajol asked.
Tarun: I run an agency that grooms models and provides them with casting opportunities. The major part of my business, however, is import and export. I met Priya through agency.

The nature of his profession, which involves being around beautiful girls, brought a worry to Kajol's heart. She wondered why this tension arose and why her heart started beating faster when she thought about it. Kajol was beginning to realize that her feelings for Tarun might be deeper than she had initially thought.

What is your plan for today? You don’t feel bored at home ? Tarun asked.
Kajol understood the route where he heading but to hear from his mouth she asked like stupid.
No plan. Just sit at home and get bored.
Tarun: "I can't sit alone. I get bored when I'm at home. I go home only to sleep."
Kajol: "Why don't you get married? That way, someone will be waiting for you at home too," she said in a playful tone, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Tarun: "Hey, I don't want to marry a girl who just waits for me at home. I'm looking for a partner who can be together with me." He looked deeply into her eyes, his voice softening, "Hope, I can find someone like that."

Kajol's heart skipped a beat at his sincere words. Though she meant to tease him, his reply changed the entire context. Kajol had never heard such a warm gesture and thought about a partner. She smiled shyly, feeling a warmth spread through her.
Her case was further complicated, as she wanted to explain everything to Sachin. Yet, in that moment, she couldn't help but think that the girl who marries Tarun would be very lucky.

Tarun: "Kajol, I think I need to move," he said softly.
Kajol was enjoying his company, and the news of his sudden departure brought a wave of disappointment.
Kajol: "Oh, do you really have to go?" she asked, her voice tinged with sadness.
Tarun: "Kajol, honestly, I decided to leave not because I wanted to, but because I needed to. Honestly speaking, I love you and wish to make you a part of my journey. I've earned your friendship, but if I sit with you any longer, I'm afraid I might lose you."
Kajol went silent for a moment, unsure of how to respond. The sincerity in Tarun's words and the intensity of his love reached the core of her decision-making spot. It created a conflict of interest due to its sudden entry. Her mind was racing with thoughts and emotions, struggling to process the unexpected confession. She knew this moment could change everything between them, and she needed to gather her thoughts before responding. Tarun's gaze remained steady, his eyes filled with hope and vulnerability. Kajol felt the weight of his emotions and realized the significance of his words. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart, and met his eyes with a soft, yet determined look.

Tarun moved closer to her.

Tarun: "Kajol, I know my thoughts are selfish, but life has always given me surprises." His eyes remained locked on her during the conversation.
Kajol found it difficult to hide the treachery in her eyes about her feelings towards him, but her emotions reflected like a bright sun in her eyes. She could sense the depth of his words and the sincerity behind them, making it hard to mask her own growing feelings for him.
Tarun noticed the flicker of emotions in her eyes and gently took her hand. "Kajol, I want you to know that my feelings for you are real. I don't want to rush you, but I needed to be honest with you. My heart is telling me that you love me as much as I love you."
Kajol didn't realize that the gap between them had narrowed down to just an inch. Her breath hitched as the proximity intensified the emotions swirling inside her.

Kajol, I wish you understand my love.
Kajol: "Tarun, I wish I could. But if I do that, I will never forgive myself. All the effort and fight I made at home will become a joke."
Kajol's words made Tarun withdraw from his move. He looked at her with understanding and a gentle smile.
Tarun: "Hey, I respect your decision," he replied in a happy tone.
Kajol: Tarun, I have very limited friends. I wish, you will be friend for ever.
Tarun: You can count on me.
Kajol felt a sense of relief after seeing the calm and cheerful face of Tarun. She knew she had feelings for him, but at the same time, Sachin was also important to her. The conflict in her heart was difficult to resolve, but knowing that Tarun respected her decision made her feel more at ease.

"Suddenly, his phone started ringing. He disconnected the initial call but answered it the second time. Kajol noticed the tension on his face as he spoke.
'Is everything okay?' Kajol asked after the call ended.

Tarun replied, 'Everything's alright. There's an emergency, and I need to go. Hey, I'll call you once my work is done. We can have dinner together.'"
When Tarun said this, Kajol agreed happily, feeling excited about spending more time with him.

There was no hesitation in Kajol when she hugged him before he left. When he finally departed, she felt emptiness as if someone had left her alone. She couldn't deny that the hug was truly fulfilling. The warmth of his body and the strength of his hands brought a joyful feeling to her body, something she had never experienced with Sachin. Kajol wondered whether a hug could be so welcoming and able to fulfill the wishes of a woman's heart and body.

Kajol waited for his call by keeping her phone besides her. Disappoint reached the peak when she didn’t get the call from him till 8 Pm. When she left the hope and decided to prepare for her dinner, her mobile started to ring.

Kajol answered Tarun's call with an attitude of mild dislike in her tone.
Kajol: "Hello dear, it seems you're making me angry again."
Tarun: "I hate to disappoint you again. One of my employees got into an accident and was admitted to the hospital. I'm with him now, and my phone was in my car. That's why I'm calling late."
"Kajol's anger vanished in an instant.
Kajol: 'How is he?' Her worries were reflected in her tone.
Tarun: "He's still not out of danger. Do you want me to order you food online? I'm really sorry," Tarun asked, his voice filled with concern.

Kajol: "Come on, Tarun. Honestly, I was disappointed, but now I feel happy and proud to have a good friend like you. Your presence is more required there, and you did the right thing. Be with him. I started cooking. You know, because I was thinking about eat outside, I didn't cook anything earlier. Now, I'm starving," Kajol said in a funny tone.
Both laughed, the tension between them easing.

Tarun: "Hey, the hospital staffs are calling me. I need to go. I will call when things get settled here." With that, Tarun disconnected the phone.

A staff member came near to Tarun and took him to a corner.
Staff: "Hello, Tarun Sir. It is a bullet wound. The new doctor is not ready to operate without reporting to the security officer."
Tarun took a bundle of money and handed it over to him. "You know how to handle this. Do it for me. Tell him about the consequences of denying it.," he said with a determined look.
The staff collected the money and went inside the doctor's cabin. After a few moments, he returned and gave a positive sign to Tarun before leaving.

Tarun took the phone and dialled someone. The person at other end attended to call.

Staff: "Sir, we are searching for the bags. It seems someone took them. I don’t think this is an accident. Someone purposefully hit him for the bags."
Tarun: "Ok."
Staff: "Sir, has he woken up?"
Tarun: "No, he is still under sedation. Who could be behind this? If they created the accident for our bag, someone from our side must have leaked the information."
Staff: "Sir, Are you coming here?"
Tarun: "Let him get operated on and take the bullets out. The operation hasn’t started yet." Before disconnecting the phone, he instructed, "Search for the bags. There's 1 crore worth of goods inside. The value of money is not my problem. The stuff inside it is my concern. Hope it will not fall into the wrong hands.

Once the situation in the hospital was under control, Tarun left and joined the search party. His phone rang again, and he answered the call.
Caller: "Tarun, you are a newcomer to this market. I warned you to keep away from my area. Don’t waste your time searching for your stuff. It is safe in my custody. Consider this as my compensation for the loss you made."

The call from Bella made him stop the search.

Tarun: "Bella, we never crossed our line so far, and you broke that. There is no area defined for anyone, and everyone is selling as per demand. I am not responsible for your stuff not selling because of its low quality. This move was a wrong step. I will make you regret this mistake," he threatened over the call.

Bella cut the call with a mocking laugh, leaving Tarun feeling both angered and determined.
When Tarun was thinking about the source of the information leak, he received a message from Kajol.
Kajol: Hey, how is your staff?
Tarun: He is fine now. Shifted to a room.
Kajol felt a sense of relief knowing that Tarun was handling the situation well. She admired his dedication and care for his staff.
Kajol: Are you still at the hospital?
Tarun: Yes, his family is from the Far East. No one is there for his support. Due to the late hour, I didn’t call any other staff for his support.
Kajol's admiration for Tarun grew as she read his message. His selflessness and sense of responsibility touched her heart.
Kajol: Had dinner?
Tarun: No, I am not feeling hungry. You?
Kajol: Yes.
Tarun: What was special today?
Kajol: Nothing special. I made baingan bharta and roti.
Tarun: Oh, don’t make me lick my lips. That’s my favorite dish.
Kajol: Is it? Come tomorrow. We will have lunch together.
Tarun: I will let you know tomorrow. I am scared to break another promise.
Kajol smiled, feeling a warm admiration for Tarun. She appreciated his honesty and sincerity.

Once the Tarun chat with Kajol got end, he dialled Athira's number.

Athira: "Hello, Sir. How are you?"
Tarun: "You will get picked up in half an hour."
Athira: "Tarun, it is late to come out from the hostel."
Tarun: "Do I need to teach you how to come out?" When Tarun asked this, she didn’t reply.
When Tarun's men took her to different spot, she got nervous. It was a godown setup area. But when she found Tarun, her fear vanished.
Athira: "Why did you bring me to this place?" she asked.
Tarun didn’t give any answer. Instead, he led her to a room inside the go down.
He guided her to a bed inside the cabin. As soon as she sat on bed, he held her hair.
When she looked at his eyes, she felt afraid by the change.
Tarun: "Open your phone lock and give it to me."
The lustful mood of Athira changed to fear as she realized the seriousness of the situation.
When Tarun shouted, a man entered the room. Check the call and contact list with our data base.
Athira: "What is this, Tarun? You are hurting me," she said in a semi-angry tone, but her voice contained an unknown fear and wavered.
Suck it, When he commanded, Athira brought his dick out and started to blow.
Staff: "Sir, she has the contact of Bella’s companion in her phone. All call history is deleted."
When Tarun heard the information, he grabbed her tightly and started to fuck her mouth with intense force and speed. Athira tried to take her mouth back but he cum inside her throat.
The sound of difficulty in swallowing due to lack of breath came from her mouth, a desperate "clup clup" escaping as she struggled.
Tarun: "Boys, she is yours," he said to his men and left the cabin.
Athira: "They made me do it by threatening me," she tried to explain her situation desperately.
Tarun: "You could have told me this before you spied on me," he said, his voice filled with anger and disappointment.
Athira found Tarun leaving the place without paying attention to her words.
She tried to run, but one of the men brought a syringe and injected her with drugs. Her movements slowed, and she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her as the effects of the injection took hold.

Athira could feel her legs are getting wide and the man is entering on top. She handled his dick on her pussy but when it started to tear her as hole, she screamed.

Bastard, fuck me at my pussy.
The final word she remembered was a mocking laugh, echoing in her mind as she slipped into unconsciousness.
Though Tarun reached home with the satisfaction of finding the leak, his mind remained unsettled. It was the first time an incident had occurred due to his mistake, and the weight of it gnawed at him. The real reason for his fear comes outside when the call from his boss landed.
Big Boss: "Tarun, I believe that you didn’t do this purposefully, but there will be no second chance."
Tarun: "Yes, sir, I understand."
Big Boss: "Make sure, the girl pay for her mistake?"
Tarun: "I will sir."
Tarun wanted to tell him that he would settle the loss caused by his mistake, but he didn’t dare to quote a price to the big boss of the industry. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on his shoulders, and he knew that he had to prove his reliability and regain the trust that had been shaken.

As he lay in bed, Kajol's face came to mind. Her smile, her words, and the warmth she brought him gave him a moment of solace. Slowly, he drifted into sleep."

[Bandabia007]

Very good start. Interesting plot. Wonder what this guy tarun doing? Looks like he is involved in some criminal activities

[mindset00007]

Bella’s Home

As Ashish lounged on the sofa, his eyes followed Jyothi as she approached with tea. Her delicate fingers trembled slightly as she handed him the cup. Ashish, with calculated nonchalance, allowed his fingers to brush against hers. She flinched, pulling her hand back hastily, but the shy smile that played on her lips betrayed a flicker of unspoken fondness.

"Hey," Ashish leaned in, his voice low and coaxing, "I waited for a long time last time. Why didn’t you come?"
Jyothi glanced nervously toward the doorway, her voice barely above a whisper. "Ashish, I’m scared. If Bella finds out, he’ll kill us both." Her wide eyes brimmed with fear, darting around the room as if Bella might materialize at any moment.

Ashish leaned closer, his gaze steady and reassuring. "Jyothi, you need to overcome this fear. If you’re scared now, how will you escape when the day comes for us to run away?" His tone carried a mixture of concern and determination, seeking to strengthen her resolve.
She swallowed hard, her voice shaking as she replied, "I promise, I’ll do it when the time comes."

But Ashish’s expression darkened, his voice soft yet tinged with disappointment. "Jyothi, I think differently. You don’t trust or love me. This affection… it feels like it’s just a passing phase." His words hung in the air, heavy with emotion.

Tears welled up in Jyothi’s eyes, her voice trembling as she pleaded, "Ashish, please don’t say that. I love you and wanted to live with you. Please take me away as soon as possible. I want to be yours." Her desperation was palpable, her words laced with a raw vulnerability.

Ashish’s features softened, and he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Jyothi, I’m working on it. I’m making arrangements to settle outside this country. Soon, I’ll take my princess with me," he said, his voice firm yet tender. "But we’ll need to live in hiding for a while. For that, we need money. I’m arranging everything. Once the funds are ready, my princess will be with me." His words brought a glow to Jyothi’s face, her hope rekindled.
She drifted into a world of dreams, her gaze distant yet serene. Meanwhile, Ashish’s eyes lingered on her waist, the curve of her saree revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her skin. A mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

"What a lucky bastard you are, Bella," he thought, his mind swirling with envy and desire.

The booming laughter of Bella shattered the quiet intimacy of the moment. Jyothi jolted back to reality, her face a mix of panic and resolve. "Bella saab is coming. I have to go," she stammered, rising to leave in a hurry.

Before she could rush out, Ashish’s voice stopped her mid-step. "I’ll wait for you tomorrow. If you don’t come, I’ll take it as a sign that you don’t have feelings for me." His words were firm, but his eyes searched hers for reassurance.

Jyothi turned toward him, her face filled with anguish and silent pleading. She opened her mouth to respond, but the sound of Bella’s approaching footsteps silenced her. In an instant, she dashed into the kitchen area, leaving Ashish alone, his thoughts swirling with anticipation and longing.
Bella had married Jyothi two years ago when she was only 18, while Bella was nearing his 60s. She was the daughter of a man burdened by debt owed to Bella, and ultimately, the debt was settled by marrying off his daughter to him.

More than her youth, it was Jyothi’s stunning beauty—her graceful figure and captivating face—that became the source of envy among those who knew Bella. Fully aware of this, Bella rarely allowed people to interact with her, guarding her jealously.

Ashish had been involved in drug peddling for several years. He worked under Bella as well as a few other influential players in the business. It was Ashish who initially brought Tarun into the trade, and the two had started out as close partners. When Tarun decided to take his first bold step toward dealing directly, he had invited Ashish to join him. However, Ashish declined, viewing such a move as an act of betrayal—though in truth, it was fear that held him back.

Ashish had expected Tarun to meet his end at the hands of one mafia group or another. Yet, to Ashish’s surprise, Tarun’s sharp survival instincts and tactical brilliance enabled him to climb the ranks rapidly. Tarun’s major success lay in maintaining good relationships with everyone—except Bella. Bella, being an old-college thinker, refused to cooperate with Tarun, dismissing his modern approaches.

Technically, Tarun had never wronged Ashish. In fact, he regarded Ashish as a loyal friend. However, jealousy burned within Ashish, compelling him to make a choice. He saw Bella as his opportunity to rise. Bella was aging and on the verge of retirement. With several pending court cases, Bella was awaiting verdicts that could potentially send him to prison. In truth, Bella himself seemed eager to bring an end to his life as a mafia boss, attempting to negotiate with law enforcement officers to admit his crimes and settle matters.

Most of Bella’s men were unremarkable and one-dimensional—brutes who only knew how to kill or brawl. There was no obvious successor to lead Bella’s gang. This vacuum of leadership became Ashish’s ultimate goal. Over the past few years, Ashish had positioned himself carefully, edging closer to claiming that coveted role. He maintained his plans in absolute secrecy, so much so that even Tarun, his former partner and supposed friend, had no inkling of Ashish’s true ambitions.

"Hai Ashish, Have you been waiting long?" Bella’s deep, gravelly voice cut through the quiet as he sank into the chair opposite Ashish. His sharp, calculating eyes flitted to the tea cup in Ashish’s hand, scrutinizing it as though it held some hidden meaning.

"Ashish, tell me your opinion about the tea. Her tea is the secret behind my energy," Bella remarked with a sly grin, his tone dripping with self-satisfaction.
"Jyothi, bring me some tea!" Bella barked abruptly, his voice sharp and authoritative, echoing through the room and leaving no room for hesitation.

Ashish maintained a composed demeanor, carefully masking the amusement swirling within him. His tone was measured as he replied, "Without any doubt, one of the best teas." His words dripped with subtle irony, cloaked under a veneer of respect and politeness.

Bella leaned back in his chair, a smug smile spreading across his face as he absorbed the compliment. Meanwhile, Ashish smirked internally. A mafia boss asking for opinions about tea—it bordered on the absurd, as if Bella himself were a caricature of power.

Ashish had no doubt why Tarun, the ambitious newcomer, had managed to rise so quickly in the market, effectively claiming space that once belonged to Bella. Since the day Ashish had met Bella several years ago, he had wondered how a man like him had ever managed to ascend to the position of a mafia don. Bella lacked the commanding presence, the physicality, or even the grit one might expect from someone in his role. His demeanour carried no intimidation, no edge that could instill fear or respect.

Ashish didn’t see courage in Bella, only bluster and pretense. Yet, despite these glaring shortcomings, Bella somehow held on to his portfolio of influence and power—a mystery Ashish still couldn’t unravel. From the moment they first met, Ashish had seen Bella for what he was: a bumbling, inept figure who had stumbled into power, a joke masquerading as a don.

“Tarun’s men abducted that girl,” Bella said, his tone sharp and filled with suspicion.
“He is not going to reach me through that girl,” Ashish replied calmly, his face betraying no concern.
“How do we find out about his next shipment?” Bella asked, his brows furrowed in thought.
“Leave that to me, Bella Saab,” Ashish said with a confident tone, his demeanor unwavering.

“If we supply those seized drugs to our customers, they’ll start demanding the same quality next time. What do we do then?” Bella questioned, his voice edged with practicality.

“Bella Saab, the quality we seized is only a quarter of his total shipment quantity,” Ashish explained. “Tarun is clever, and we need to be extremely careful while dealing with him. However, this incident will undoubtedly take a toll on his confidence. I know his boss, and Tarun is likely already in trouble. He’ll be desperate during his next shipment.”

Ashish leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering as he continued, “If we can intercept his entire shipment in one go, consider that day the end of Tarun. His boss is a typical man—he doesn’t work with many suppliers in the market. Moreover, he only supplies to one individual per region. That’s Tarun’s edge. We need to shake his boss’s confidence in him. Once that happens, I’ll step in and approach his boss. If we secure his product, we can take over this market.”

Ashish’s tone grew sharper, his determination evident. “Tarun’s game relies on negotiations and compromises with others. We don’t need that. We have the men and the power to handle it.”

Bella’s eyes narrowed as he asked, “His boss might figure out that we’re the ones who took his drugs. How, then, would he be willing to work with us?”
“Bella Saab, leave that to me,” Ashish replied with an assured smirk, his confidence unwavering.

“Ashish, the officials are almost agreeing to my terms. The verdict won’t be more than a three-year sentence,” Bella said, his voice calm but resolute. “When I come out, I want to leave peacefully. I plan to hand over my empire to you and make everyone believe I’ve retired and am no longer part of the gangs. You need to step out of this darkness as soon as possible. You understand what I’m saying?” Bella asked, his gaze piercing.

“Yes, I’m on it,” Ashish replied, his tone steady.

“What should we do with the drugs?” Bella asked, his voice carrying a hint of impatience.
“We’ll hold onto them until we seize a larger quantity,” Ashish suggested, his words measured.
“Ashish, I don’t have money unless the drugs are sold,” Bella said, his frustration evident.

“Bella Saab, I didn’t do this for the money. Let’s focus on executing the plan,” Ashish replied, his tone unwavering. Yet, in his mind, he cursed silently, “Bastard miser.”

Once Ashish left, the man standing beside Bella spoke cautiously.

"Saab, are you really going to hand over everything to that man? The one who is betraying his best friend?" he asked, his tone filled with skepticism.
Bella chuckled, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Do I look like a fool to you? I want him to play the role I need him to. He’s the perfect person for the job because the Boss and I go way back—long before he became an international player. He will never give me any business. But if Ashish takes the lead, the men will still be ours, following our commands. The funds will remain under your control. He’ll be nothing more than a figurehead, a boss in name only," Bella said, his laughter growing louder as he continued.

Once Ashish left Bella’s home, he considered visiting Tarun to check on him but eventually abandoned the plan to avoid raising any suspicions about his connection to Tarun.

Meanwhile, Bella went into the kitchen after Ashish and his men had departed. His anger simmered as he recalled not being served tea earlier. He stormed in, holding his frustration, ready to punish his wife for disobedience. But when he didn’t see Jyothi, his temper boiled over. He called her name loudly, his voice echoing through the house.

Jyothi, sitting in another room and engrossed in reading Ashish’s message, didn’t hear him. Absorbed in her thoughts, she failed to respond to her husband’s repeated calls from the kitchen. It wasn’t until Bella’s shouting erupted that panic coursed through her. Startled, she hastily deleted Ashish’s message and rushed to the kitchen.

“Bella Saab—” she began, but before she could finish her sentence, Bella’s hand struck her cheek, silencing her.

“Where were you?” Bella barked, his eyes blazing with fury.

“Bella Saab, I was gathering food supplies for evening snacks,” she stammered, her voice trembling with fear.

“How many times have I told you not to meet people when I’m not at home?” he roared.

“Bella Saab, you told me to take care of Ashish. That’s why…” she replied hesitantly, her voice quivering, trying to justify herself under his intense gaze.
When his eyes fell on her boobs, his mood changed. He held her hands and pulled her toward the bedroom. As soon as they entered, she started to kiss his face Jyothi stood still, her face void of any emotion, as unyielding as a stone. He removed her pallu, leaving her front exposed. His hands showed no mercy on her tender boobs. His impatient hands tore the front hooks of her blouse, making it wide open in seconds.

When tears appeared in her eyes, Jyothi wondered if she had any left after years of crying from humiliation. When he released her, she felt a momentary relief, but she knew it was only temporary. Bella removed his clothes and came back to her.

Knowing his standing order, she removed her dress and went and sat on bed. He stood in front of her and brings his dick towards her mouth. Jyothi held his dick and shake with her hands to give some strength. When it remains in same position, he growled. Take in your mouth. It needs your saliva to get energy. She took it in her mouth and started to suck. After few while of her effort brings his dick to grow inside her mouth. Once it hardened, she followed the daily routine of lying on the bed and spreading her legs.

Bella entered his dick into her pussy and started pumping her. Her tight pussy was well informed about the time duration which his dick remains hard. In order to avoid another around of sucking, she helped him to fasten the pumping and bring him to reach the climax. As usual, Bella moved away from her body with proud feeling of satisfying his wife.

After he got up, he commanded her to arrange his bags for his early morning travel. While arranging the bags, she messaged Ashish, 'I promise to meet you tomorrow. Please don’t be upset with me.

Ashish replied with a distrustful emoji.

I will come for sure. Trust me," she replied

I will believe you. I hope you will not break my trust. Ashish replied.

When her final assurance message arrived, a satisfied smile spread across his face.

[mindset00007]

Are you coming for lunch? The message from Kajol brought a sense of joy to his face as he woke up. It eased the tensions he had carried over from the previous night. Tarun read Kajol's message in his notifications but didn’t mark it as read. After Kajol made him promise to be her friend, he changed his strategy to create a sense of longing. He knew Kajol liked him and enjoyed spending time with him, but at the same time, if he gave her his presence every time she wanted, she might start taking it for granted.

His focus shifted to solving his issue. He called his men to check on Arathi. The response he received was satisfying, bringing a mischievous smile to his face. Turning to his second agenda—gathering information about the boss’s movements—he contacted Shanghvi, the boss’s right-hand man who had played a crucial role in facilitating their relationship.

Tarun: Hey, brother. I wanted to check on the boss's mood. Is everything alright?
Shanghvi: Tarun, the boss hasn’t said a word about yesterday’s incident. Honestly, it feels strange to me too.
Tarun: I feel the same. It’s odd.
Shanghvi: So, what do you want me to do? If I bring up the topic, it might make him reconsider his decision. I’m not sure that’s the right move.
Tarun: What if we compensate for the loss?
Shanghvi: That’s a solid idea. I think approaching the topic neutrally could work. Let me look into it, and I’ll get back to you.

Kajol was watching TV after waking up, but her attention kept drifting to her phone, hoping for a reply from Tarun. The movie played on the screen, but her mind was consumed with thoughts of him.

“Kajol, why are you stressing yourself? Are you being honest with your decisions? Do you truly have no feelings for Tarun?” she silently questioned herself.
She knew her life had changed in ways she could no longer fully control. Her heart urged her to let go of the anxieties about the future, the weight of people’s opinions, and their judgments. Focus on what you truly want, her heart whispered.
That persistent message echoed in her mind, pushing her to re-evaluate her desires and confront the truth within her.
Brain: What makes you think Tarun can be trusted?
Heart: I just feel it.
Brain: Feeling isn’t enough. What makes him better than Sachin?
Heart: I feel better when being him. You know, kind of intimacy which I was searching for is getting from Tarun.
Brain: Are you serious? After everything you and Sachin have shared, what keeps this relationship going? Are you telling me there’s no intimacy left?
Heart: Why are you questioning me? Are you on my side, or have you turned against me?
Brain: My role is to stand with what’s right, not to blindly take sides.
Heart: So, you think I’m wrong? Is that it?
Brain: I haven’t said that. I’m asking questions because I need clarity. You still haven’t answered me.
Heart: I don’t know! I just… I don’t feel the same intimacy with Sachin as I used to. Something’s changed.
Brain: But haven’t we already talked about this—about his absence during your tough times? We both understood his situation back then. You forgave him, swearing not to let that incident define your relationship.
Heart: This isn’t about the past. It’s about now. I don’t feel the same love and affection from him. I feel invisible, like I’ve faded into the background of his life.
Brain: That’s life. People change. He isn’t the carefree college boy who could shower you with undivided attention. He’s building his career now, for both of your futures. Be honest—is that really what’s bothering you? Or is it something deeper?
Heart: I don’t know… I just know that when I’m with Tarun, I feel something I don’t feel with Sachin anymore. With Tarun, I feel safe. I feel secure. I feel seen.
.Brain: Safe? That’s a joke. You think you’ll feel safe with a man who’s had several one-night stands? Meanwhile, you know you’re the only woman in Sachin’s life.
Heart: Sachin proved he couldn’t be trusted when he stood by his family during their most challenging times instead of me.
Brain: There’s you are again back to that incident. You’re just trying to justify leaving Sachin, aren’t you?
Heart: Please, don’t ask so many questions. I’m confused.
Brain: My dear heart, confusion is natural. But as a wise person in this family, it’s my duty to analyze and give you sound advice. Your problem is that you weaken in the face of care and love. I can’t afford to do that—I always think from a broader perspective.
Heart: So, what should I do? Forget Tarun?
Brain: I’m not saying to forget anyone. You need to be patient with both men.
Heart: Okay, go ahead. I’m listening.
Brain: You should be their strength, not allow yourself to become weakened by them.
Heart: I’ll try. But why does the body weaken whenever he’s around? I didn’t see you interfering in this matter.
Brain: His case is different. The body’s reaction is justifiable to a certain extent—you know that. Since the body matured and required care, it has often felt neglected. It even requested you to accept the proposal of one of your senior suitors. The body really liked him and had full confidence in him to provide good care, but you insisted on Sachin to satisfy your own desires. I remained neutral back then because you were young, and everything could be forgotten easily.
Heart: This allegation is baseless. The body never gave Sachin the opportunity to prove his capability.
Brain: [Laughs for a while.]
Heart: Why are you laughing?
Brain: Let me try to explain. You’re the most complicated member of this family, but the body isn’t like that. It behaves on its own terms.
Heart: How am I complicated?
Brain: Let me explain. The body operates on instincts and reacts to energy—it responds to texture, chemistry, and feel. Its reactions, whether positive or negative, are driven by these factors. And if the opposite person doesn’t meet the body’s expectations, its instincts surface over time. These needs are natural requirements of life, with solutions inherently built in. Sachin, unfortunately, never awakened the body’s desires toward him.
Your case, however, is different. You always behave differently depending on age, situations, and so on. Your primary problem is that you get involved in someone else’s business. If you could stop that, most of your issues would solve themselves.
Heart: Me? Getting into someone else’s business?
Brain: Exactly. Frankly, you always interfere in the body’s business and complicate things by indulging feelings and other matters. In doing so, you block its natural path. Let the body live the life it was gifted by God. My final response to you is: As a fully obedient member of this family, I’ll focus more on you—the weakest element of this group.

The sound of the doorbell woke Kajol from her dreams. The anticipation of Tarun’s surprise visit lifted her spirits, filling her with excitement. She rushed to the door and opened it, expecting to see Tarun. But as her eyes met Priya’s, her face fell, the happiness fading into a cloud of gloom
"Oh! You were expecting someone else," Priya said with a cunning smile. "Tell me what happened while I was away," she added as she entered the house.

"I was bored, waiting for your arrival. Other than you, who else is there to meet me?" Kajol replied, masking her disappointment.
"I believed you," Priya responded.

Tarun received a call from Shanghvi on his mobile.
Shanghvi: Tarun, his plan was to cut you from his network. It’s good that you initiated this conversation.
Tarun: What is he expecting from me to resolve the issue?
Shanghvi: He wants his stuff back. He believes that if you don’t act on this incident, it will repeat itself. Prove your worth to continue receiving orders.
Tarun: I’m on it. I know Bella won’t back down unless he gets compensated for what he’s done. I will ensure that he will suffer.
Shanghvi: That is your survival but boss reminded me to tell you—this matter must stay private. It should never go public or reach the ears of security officers.
When the call disconnected, Tarun finally let his tension surface. Only he knew how much effort it had taken to stay composed while speaking with Shanghvi.
Recovering the drugs in a short time weighed heavily on Tarun’s mind. Earlier, he had resolved to make Bella pay for his actions, but Tarun was acutely aware that he lacked the strength for a direct confrontation. Instead, he began strategizing on how to weaken Bella before making his move. Getting his package back quickly was his top priority, and for that, the best person to help him came to mind—Ashish.
Tarun: (dials Ashish's number)
Ashish: Hello Tarun! What’s up, buddy?
Tarun: I’d like to meet you today. Where can I come?
Ashish: (pauses briefly) Let’s meet at the restrobar. Is there any issues?
Tarun: I’ll tell you when we meet. I’ll see you there.
Ashish: (dials Bella's number)
Night, Bella received a call from Ashish.

Ashish, I was about to sleep, but I wanted to tell you that I met Tarun today. Our plans seem to be working! The boss is agitated with him and wants his stuff back. He wants me to buy it from you and is ready to pay. Hahaha, he even laughed about it. You could also take advantage of this opportunity—he seems desperate.
That's great news. I'll be back in two days, and we can discuss this further after my return.

[mindset00007]

Priys’s flat- Late evening.

The lack of response from Tarun after several of her messages left Kajol feeling a mixture of disappointment and restlessness. She tried to follow her brain’s advice to not let her emotions weigh on her heart, but the effort proved increasingly futile. Hoping to distract herself, she turned to the TV, yet none of the shows could hold her interest. Each flick of the remote added to her irritation, her movements becoming sharp and impatient. Just as she started to sink deeper into her frustration, Priya walked into the living room, looking refreshed from her short afternoon nap. Startled, Kajol quickly attempted to mask her inner turmoil, forcing a calm expression onto her face.

The lack of response from Tarun after several of her messages left Kajol feeling disappointed and frustrated. She tried to mask her emotions as her brain advised, but she couldn’t maintain her calm for much longer. Turning to the TV, she hoped for a distraction, but none of the shows managed to capture her attention. Irritated, she kept flipping through channels, her movements sharp and restless. Just then, Priya entered the living room after a short afternoon nap, her relaxed demeanor a stark contrast to Kajol’s unease.
“Kajol, you had a long sleep. Now, do you even get sleep at night?” Kajol asked, attempting to sound composed.

“I didn’t want to wake up, but my stomach wasn’t letting me rest any longer. Have you made anything to eat?” Priya replied, her tone light but expectant.
“Can we order from outside or maybe go out to eat? To be honest, I’ve felt lazy all morning and didn’t cook anything,” Kajol answered with a faint smile, trying to hide her internal turmoil.

Priya’s eyes narrowed slightly as she teased, “Kajol, tell me honestly—what’s the cause of these sudden changes in you? Don’t forget, I’ve been noticing it.”
“What changes? I’ve just been sitting bored at home; I don’t have the mood to cook,” Kajol justified, her voice carrying a hint of haste, as though trying to convince both herself and Priya.
Priya sat down beside Kajol, her demeanor calm but curious. “I don’t have the energy to go out. Let’s just order and have the food delivered,” she said, brushing aside the topic.
As Kajol placed the order, Priya leaned over and casually glanced at her phone. A mischievous smile spread across her face. “Oh! Now I understand the reason for your frustration,” she said playfully.
“Priya, shut up!” Kajol blushed deeply, feeling embarrassed at being caught off guard. She had checked her message app out of curiosity while ordering the food.
“Come on, tell me—what progress have you made with Tarun? So far, I know him well enough to say that if he’s engaging in messaging and chats, he must be serious about you. Tarun isn’t the type to waste time on these things. He’s always been direct and upfront about his intentions. Over the years, I’ve never seen him take anyone seriously. He’s usually more of a casual, one-night-stand kind of guy.”
Kajol felt a sharp pang in her heart when Priya casually mentioned Tarun's past affairs with other women. It was an internal pain she tried to suppress, but her face betrayed none of it.
Kajol hesitated, initially wanting to avoid the discussion. But since Priya had already sensed her thoughts, her heart urged her to know more. She decided to ask further, though cautiously.
“Priya, don’t misjudge the situation. I see him as a good friend. As you said, his approach toward me has been gentle and decent so far, which is why I’ve been responsive. The day he shows the traits you mentioned, I’ll consider it the last time. But I do find him mysterious. You’ve known him for five years, right? How did you become friends?” Kajol asked, her voice careful and measured.
“Ashish introduced him to me. They were friends before,” Priya replied nonchalantly.
“Oh, and when did your relationship with Ashish start?” Kajol inquired, trying to shift the focus subtly.
“Are you interviewing me now?” Priya teased with a playful smirk.
“No, dear. I just always wanted to bring this up. Honestly, I’ve found Ashish a little awkward sometimes,” Kajol admitted, her tone soft yet honest.
“Well, Ashish was my college senior. Our relationship started back then,” Priya explained with a shrug.
“So, why haven’t you two gotten married?” Kajol pressed further, curiosity seeping into her words.
“First of all, let me correct you—we don’t have that kind of relationship anymore. It was just physical. We were in a live-in relationship before you came along, but it didn’t work out, so we separated. There are no strings attached now, and we’re both happy. Kajol, I always wanted to talk to you about this. Relationships are like a web—the deeper you enter, the tighter it squeezes you. I’ve noticed you often get disappointed and agitated over personal issues, like with Sachin and others. Let me tell you something important—no one can make you happy but yourself. Follow your heart, but don’t ignore the needs of your mind and body,” Priya said with a warm yet knowing smile.
As Priya concluded her advice, Kajol reflected deeply on her words. She found herself agreeing with several points—how her heart was often disturbed by unwarranted expectations and how easily she let herself get upset. At the same time, Kajol justified her actions as a sign of her sincerity in maintaining relationships. Priya's remark about physical needs also lingered in her mind, stirring a quiet acknowledgment. Kajol couldn’t help but ask herself, How long will I keep suppressing these feelings within me?
In the silent dialogue between her heart and brain, a realization emerged. The brain conceded that it had limited strength to suppress the natural needs of the body—a phenomenon intrinsic to every human being. The internal debate left Kajol contemplative, caught between reason and emotion.

Just then, a call from Ashish prompted Priya to step back into her room, phone in hand, leaving Kajol alone with her thoughts.

This plunged Kajol into an even deeper spiral of introspection. A question emerged in her mind, persistent and unsettling: Why did you not allow Sachin to fulfill the needs of your body? Do you feel he is incapable of doing so? If not, then what does this mean for your future? Is it even worth continuing? The weight of these thoughts bore down on her, leaving her in a state of profound silence. No immediate answers came to her—only the resonating echoes of her own doubts and uncertainties filled the void, amplifying her inner turmoil.

"Shut up, Kajol. Control your thoughts. Your focus should be on your studies and building your career. Don’t get caught up in such thoughts unnecessarily. Let things happen naturally. Focus on maintaining your relationships, but don’t let emotions cloud them."

Suddenly, Kajol's phone lit up with a message from Tarun. Her breath hitched as she froze, torn between the overwhelming urge to check it and the hesitation that rooted her in place. Confusion swirled in her mind as she debated whether to open the message or ignore it. But before her thoughts could settle, her heart took over, nudging her to read it.

The message read: "I know my sweetheart is upset and angry with me and probably wants to break my head. Wouldn't it be a good idea to fulfill that wish today? How about a dinner together?"
The playful, almost disarming tone of the message caught Kajol off guard. Her lingering anger toward Tarun dissolved like mist under the sun, leaving her heart in a chaotic whirlwind once again. She stared at the words on the screen, her emotions clashing as she wondered how she should respond.
Though her anger had dissipated, Kajol wasn’t about to let Tarun off the hook so easily.
Kajol replied: "Oh! We poor souls had to order food from outside. How thoughtful of you to finally remember me."
Tarun’s response arrived almost instantly: "Well, remembering you is easy, sweetheart. You’ve been stuck in my mind like a song on repeat. But am I forgiven yet, or should I prepare for my grand punishment? Maybe dinner tonight would give you the perfect opportunity to break my head in style?"
Kajol teased back: "Breaking your head alone won’t be enough, Tarun. How about I break your head and legs, just for good measure? Would that work?"
Tarun’s reply came with a grin-inducing charm: "Head, legs, and while you’re at it, throw in my heart too! I’ve heard the best punishments come with a side of delicious food, so what’s stopping us?"
Kajol cursed herself for allowing her message to reveal forgiveness so easily. She realized that Tarun had somehow managed to win her over with just a few playful lines, and it both amused and annoyed her.
“No. Priya returned this afternoon. I wasn’t in the mood to cook, so we ordered food from outside,” Kajol replied, making an effort to sound casual.
“Bring Priya along too. I’ll pick you both up from your place,” Tarun suggested, his tone light yet persuasive.
Kajol knew she was walking straight into his trap, but she couldn’t deny that she was enjoying the exchange far too much to resist.
“She’s tired,” Kajol responded, her reply simple and unassuming.
“Oh, I see. You’re scared to come alone?” Tarun teased, his words laced with playful provocation.
“It’s not that. It’s just not fair to waste food,” Kajol countered, keeping her tone measured, though she could feel the corners of her mouth betraying a smile.
“Then bring the food along with you,” Tarun quipped with a teasing grin. “I’ll show you people who genuinely need it. I promise, the food won’t go to waste—it’ll serve its purpose beautifully... on both sides, technically.”
Kajol felt a pang of embarrassment at the thought of asking Priya for permission. Torn between her emotions and her reason, she typed out a response to Tarun: "Tarun, we’ll have dinner next time."
Her heart hesitated, refusing to let her hit the send button. Yet, her brain, determined to stick to logic, urged her hand forward. With a deep breath, the message was sent, leaving Kajol battling the whirlwind of emotions brewing within her.
"Okay, if you insist," Tarun replied with a tone that hinted at disappointment. "I’ll wait for my chance."
Kajol’s heart sank. She felt awful knowing he was disappointed, but she also didn’t want him to think she was being unnecessarily persistent in turning him down. She quickly typed her reply, hoping to clarify her position.
"Tarun, it’s not about being persistent or rejecting your invitation. It’s just that it’s already late in the evening, and I have work tomorrow. Let’s plan something for the weekend," Kajol responded, trying to strike a balance between politeness and practicality.
His reply came swiftly, tinged with playful self-deprecation. "Alright. You don’t have to feel bad. It’s me—the fool—who missed a golden opportunity. I’ll probably have to wait for a long time since I’m not going to be in the city this weekend."
Tarun’s words were calculated, a subtle trick to gauge Kajol’s true feelings. His playful yet regretful tone left Kajol torn. She knew his absence might leave her thinking about him more, and despite herself, she was beginning to enjoy this intricate game of emotions.
Kajol got paused for a moment. She felt her harst is thudickku to meet him
Kajol paused for a moment, her breath catching. Her heart raced with an undeniable urgency, almost dictating her actions. Her fingers moved on their own, typing the words, "What about tomorrow?" But just as quickly as the message was written, doubt crept into her mind. What if Tarun interpreted her eagerness as desperation? The thought froze her. With a sigh, Kajol deleted the message.
During the gap between deleting her message and struggling to decide what to type next, Kajol’s phone buzzed with a new message from Tarun. It was simple yet striking—a disappointment emoji accompanied by the words: "I believed you had confidence in me as a friend, someone you could freely discuss anything with."
"Hey, Tarun. It’s nothing like what you think," Kajol replied, guilt tugging at her as she typed the words, knowing they weren’t entirely truthful. She hesitated before continuing, trying to maintain a casual tone. "I actually wanted to ask where you’re going, but then I thought it might invade your privacy."
"How could you call it invading my privacy?" Tarun replied, his playful tone evident. "I’d be much happier if you really invaded my privacy by asking who’s accompanying me—and, of course, all the juicy details about the woman." He added a smile emoji with a wink, his charm shining through the screen.
She loved his openness, a quality that felt like a rare gem in her life. For the first time, she felt as though she had found someone who could genuinely make her smile, who could turn simple conversations into something engaging and meaningful.

Though Kajol appreciated the openness and ease she felt with Tarun, the thought of him traveling with another woman stirred emotions she hadn’t anticipated. A pang of unease settled in her chest, unsettling her in ways that confused her. She attempted to reason with herself—why should it matter? Why did this thought, simple and logical on the surface, evoke such a complicated storm within her?

Yet, no amount of reasoning could calm her unsettled heart. The mere idea of him being in the company of someone else felt like an invisible pressure, a quiet ache that lingered. It wasn’t jealousy, or at least that’s what she told herself, but a mix of emotions she struggled to put into words. Beneath it all, Kajol realized there was something growing between her and Tarun—something she couldn’t quite ignore, no matter how much her mind resisted it.
"Hello! Thanks for the approval, but don’t expect the same courtesy from me," Kajol typed, adding a mischievous tone to her words. "I quite enjoy invading someone’s privacy, especially when it’s intriguing—like in your case. So, tell me, who’s the unlucky girl traveling with you?"
She chuckled softly as she hit send, hoping the teasing edge in her message would mask the underlying curiosity and unease in her heart.
"Oh!! My God. Direct assault. I need to be very careful with you!" Tarun replied, his tone dripping with playful exaggeration. "Don’t order a shoot-at-sight notice just yet!" he added with a chuckle. "I was just giving an example, my dear. If I ever took any girl with me, it would be you. No more adventure-seeking in my life after meeting you." He punctuated his message with a scared emoji, adding a touch of humor to soften the moment.
His words, though playful, carried warmth that lingered, leaving Kajol smiling despite herself. The sincerity beneath his humour was impossible to ignore, and it stirred something deep within her.
"Oh!! My little friend got scared," Kajol typed with a playful grin, her words carrying a teasing tone. She purposefully steered the conversation to an end, knowing full well that her heart had skipped a beat the moment Tarun mentioned traveling with her. The thought lingered in her mind, unspoken but undeniable—a quiet yearning she wasn’t ready to confront just yet. Instead, she masked her emotions with humor, hoping to keep things light while her heart raced in the background.
"Yes, I am scared. You’re scarier than Priya described you to be!" Tarun replied, his playful tone evident.
Kajol’s heart skipped a beat when he added, "Oh, so you both had a discussion about me behind my back?" She felt a quiet happiness bloom within her, knowing that Tarun had been curious enough to ask Priya about her before they met.
Tarun continued, "To be honest, when Priya showed me your photo, I was amused by your beauty." His words carried a teasing tone, but then his voice shifted, becoming more serious and filled with admiration. "But the real part that struck me was your strength—your struggle, the way you’ve fought for your rights, and how you’ve handled everything life has thrown at you. Honestly, I’ve never met anyone with the guts to take such risks. You’re truly amazing, Kajol. The way you’ve found ways to be self-dependent, care for others, and still keep going—it’s inspiring."
Before the moment grew too heavy, Tarun lightened the mood with a playful twist. "And of course, your beauty," he added with a teasing grin. "You could kill anyone with that smile of yours."
Kajol couldn’t help but smile, her heart a mix of emotions—flattered, shy, and undeniably drawn to his words. Tarun had a way of making her feel seen, appreciated, and cherished, all in the span of a single conversation
Kajol felt like she was going through one of happy moements in her life after long gap. She couldn’t help but notice the contrast as she reflected on her interactions with Sachin and Tarun. With Tarun, every conversation felt like a breath of fresh air—light, engaging, and full of effortless connection. His openness allowed her to express herself freely, something she realized had been missing in her relationship with Sachin.

Her thoughts shifted to the past several months with Sachin. Their conversations had become routine, almost burdensome. They revolved around discussions of the future, the ever-pressing tensions in their respective households, Sachin’s constant worries and lingering sense of disappointment from being apart, and his repeated frustrations over not being able to visit her city. His detailed inquiries into her daily activities had begun to feel stifling, a reflection of his controlling nature rather than genuine care. The relationship had become an endless cycle of serious discussions and expectations, leaving her feeling emotionally drained.

In contrast, Tarun seemed to bring out a side of her that she had almost forgotten existed—one that was carefree, relaxed, and truly at peace. With him, she could speak her mind freely, without the fear of judgment or the weight of expectations. She felt her values were acknowledged and treated with a deep respect that warmed her heart.
There was no pressure in their conversations—no underlying tensions or obligations—just an effortless exchange of thoughts and energy that felt so natural, so refreshing. It was as if Tarun's presence allowed her to rediscover a part of herself that had been lost in the noise of everyday life. For the first time in what felt like ages, Kajol experienced the liberating joy of being heard, truly heard, and the sense of freedom it brought was almost intoxicating.

When door bell rings, Food came, Kajol messaged him.
Enjoy you dinner, Tarun replied.
What are going to have?

As they settled down to eat, Kajol’s phone rang. Her heart instinctively quickened at the thought of Tarun calling her. But as she glanced at the screen, her excitement faded, replaced by a subtle wave of disappointment—it was Sachin. She sighed but picked up the call, her voice steady as she informed him, “I’m having dinner. I will call after having dinner”

"Hey, you can talk while eating," Sachin responded, his tone dismissive of her preference.

Kajol felt a sting of irritation, a feeling she hadn’t expected to surface so strongly. In the past, she might have patiently explained herself, tried to make him understand why she didn’t like talking while eating. But tonight was different. Something about his disregard for her boundaries struck a chord, and she couldn’t push the feeling aside.

"Sachin, I will call after dinner," she said firmly, her tone carrying an unmistakable finality.
When she returned to dining table, why are you scaring that poor boy? Priya asked.
"Priya, sometimes he feels like his time and activities are the only ones that matter," Kajol said, her tone reflecting a mixture of frustration and fatigue. Priya, sensing the depth in her words, chose not to probe further. Instead, a knowing smile crossed her face—a quiet acknowledgment of what was left unsaid.

That smile seemed to hold an unspoken truth, signaling the subtle but inevitable shift in Kajol's life. It was a clear sign of the growing distance that had begun to take root—a distance born out of years of quiet endurance, now finally giving way to the small, decisive reactions of a woman whose patience had been pushed beyond its limit.
As Kajol washed the dishes, her mind lingered on her reaction to Sachin. A pang of guilt settled in her chest—not because she believed her anger was unwarranted, but because of the harshness in her tone. She acknowledged to herself that her reason for being upset was valid; she didn’t feel the need to apologize for standing firm on her boundaries. However, she couldn’t shake the regret over how she had expressed it.

When she finished her chores, she picked up the phone and dialed Sachin. As they spoke, Kajol could sense the disappointment in his voice, a subtle indication that her anger had left its mark. Yet, she didn’t try to justify herself or explain her frustration. Deep down, she knew she had made her feelings clear and that it was important for Sachin to understand her dislikes without compromise. Still, a quiet guilt lingered—she wished she had expressed herself with more calmness, more care, even though she trusted Sachin’s ability to grasp her perspective. In the midst of their conversation, Kajol's mind wandered briefly, tempted by the thought of messaging Tarun. But just as quickly as the idea surfaced, a sense of self-integrity pulled her back. She reminded herself of the importance of being present in the moment and staying true to her values.
For a fleeting moment, Kajol's mind wavered. Her thoughts, tangled in a web of emotions, pulled her away from her conversation with Sachin. She told herself firmly, If you decide to pursue a relationship with Tarun, then Sachin deserves honesty—no shadows, no secrets. But even as she made that resolution, another question crept in: Is it time?
Her heart, thudding with questions, was silenced by her mind’s sudden clarity. The answer was simple yet profound: Take Priya’s advice. Life has a long way to go. A sense of calm washed over Kajol as she repeated those words internally. She realized the best part of life was savoring the present—happiness didn’t have to hinge on a lover or a husband. True joy could come from meaningful friendships, from the company of those who uplifted her and brought positivity into her life.

She reminded herself not to weigh her heart down with unnecessary complexities. You like Tarun, she thought, and you enjoy his company and friendship. That’s enough for now. Let the future unfold in its own time. As the wisdom settled in her heart, Kajol resolved to cherish the simplicity of the moment without placing heavy burdens on what it might lead to.

The call had stretched well beyond their usual duration, leaving Kajol reflective as she finally disconnected. Almost instinctively, she reached for her phone, curious to see if there was a message from Tarun. Sure enough, there it was—a picture of him indulging in a plate of steaming Pani Puri at what looked like a lively street-side stall. Along with the photo, he had added a playful touch: an emoji of a stuffed stomach and another with a satisfied, teeka-smeared grin.
Kajol couldn't help but smile as she stared at Tarun's photo, the lively street food scene sparking memories of her college hostel days. Those were nights filled with laughter and camaraderie, indulging in late-night snacks with friends, carefree and unburdened by life’s complexities. The nostalgia brought a pang of longing, an ache for the simplicity of those moments.

A wistful thought crept into her mind: What if I could recreate that feeling tonight? She imagined herself stepping into the vibrant energy of a roadside stall, sharing a meal with Tarun—enjoying his teasing remarks, his stories, and the playful banter that had begun to make her days lighter
"Go home and sleep. I know you didn’t get enough rest last night," Kajol had said, her tone laced with genuine care. When no reply came from Tarun, a flicker of disappointment crossed her mind. But almost immediately, she reasoned with herself—he might be driving, after all. The thought eased her feelings, replacing them with quiet understanding.
As the night deepened, Kajol slipped into bed, pulling the blanket snugly around her.

Kajol placed her phone gently beside her pillow and drifted into sleep, her mind swirling with vivid thoughts. Her dreams carried her to curious questions about Tarun’s travel destination, wondering where his journey might lead him. His playful words about taking her as his companion lingered, now blossoming into meaningful reflections in her heart. A wish, unspoken yet undeniable, began to take shape—a longing to travel with him and share in the adventures he had hinted at.
Her thoughts meandered to her cancelled trip with Priya, a plan she had looked forward to until Priya’s unexpected work developments put it on hold. While she understood the reasons, it left a faint tinge of disappointment. Kajol couldn’t help but think how a trip with Tarun could restore that sense of excitement she had been hoping for—something carefree, lively, and full of the enjoyment she had envisioned with Priya.

When Kajol noticed her phone's display light up, she realized her thoughtful decision to keep the phone nearby had saved her from completely missing Tarun's call despite being on silent mode. She quickly attended the call, curious yet drowsy.
"Hey, hugging the pillow and ready for sleep?" Tarun’s voice came through, warm and teasing. His question startled Kajol for a moment, as it mirrored her exact position—curled up, clutching her pillow.
A smirking smile crept onto her face as she replied, "Oh!! So, Priya has told you more than what needed to be shared?" Her tone was playful yet carried a mock accusation, making her amusement evident.
Tarun's playful question carried a light-hearted tone, but for Kajol, it struck a sensitive chord. "Oh!! I thought that when you like someone, you would feel every breath of theirs," he teased. "I guess I’ll need to explain everything about myself every time since you lack that ability—or maybe you can’t like someone that deeply?"
Though his words had been playful, Kajol couldn’t ignore the lingering ache they left in her heart. It was as if his remark had illuminated something she had been avoiding—her hesitancy, her cautious approach, and how they may have sown seeds of doubt in their connection. She realized that her guardedness might not only have made Tarun question her sincerity but had also left her questioning herself.

As the weight of guilt settled in, Kajol felt the need to make a clear decision. She couldn’t keep treading the middle ground, unsure and hesitant. Trust had to be either given wholeheartedly or not at all. She resolved that no more invisible lines would divide their relationship—no more overthinking or keeping herself at a safe distance.
To lighten the mood and subtly probe deeper, Kajol softened her tone with playful intent. "Hello, how am I supposed to understand you," she teased, a smile evident in her voice, "when the stories about you seem to change with every girl?"
Though her words were light-hearted, Kajol's curiosity carried a deeper undertone. She wanted to unravel the layers of Tarun's intentions toward her, to truly understand where she stood in his life.

Tarun: "Kajol, you strike at the right spot—completely made me speechless. That was a good counter-question. I like your curiosity and the way you want to dig deeper."
Kajol: smiling "Well, someone has to keep you on your toes, Tarun. Don’t I deserve some clarity?"
Tarun: chuckling softly "Do you think someone can fully explain what they feel about the person they love the most just through words? It’s more about the courage to act on those feelings, or maybe the shared emotions in the other person’s heart, that truly bring out the answer."
Kajol: intrigued, her smile softening "Go on… What are you really trying to say?"
Tarun: serious tone "I want to be honest with you. I truly enjoy your friendship, Kajol. I want you in my life—always. But I’ve never been the kind of person to force love or expect someone to feel the same way I do. I don’t even know where my life is heading, and I wouldn’t want to tie anyone else into my uncertainties."
Kajol: listening carefully, her expression thoughtful "So you’re saying…?"
Tarun: pausing for a moment "I’ve never thought of marriage or settling into a life of a ‘typical’ husband. But I know what I want—a partner. It could be a life partner or even a friend, but someone who can stand by me through everything: the highs and lows, the joys and the sorrows, the fun and the challenges. Your presence in my life already offers that, Kajol, and it brings me closer to you."
Kajol: heart fluttering, a little overwhelmed . Her heart fluttered, emotions swirling as she tried to make sense of everything Tarun had said
Tarun's voice carried a gentle warmth as he spoke, his words filled with thoughtfulness. "Kajol, I know how serious you are about your life—how much thought you’ve put into everything, including your past relationship with Sachin and the challenges that came afterward. I would never want to add confusion or unnecessary worries to your life, especially about us."
He paused, his tone softening further. "I want you to be free—to live your life as you are, without any burdens weighing you down. But at the same time, I cherish every moment we share, and I want to continue cherishing them.
Kajol was left speechless, her heart overwhelmed by the clarity and sincerity in Tarun's words. She reflected on how rare it was to encounter someone who could express their thoughts with such depth and honesty. In that moment, she felt truly blessed to have Tarun in her life—a marvellous friend who brought lightness and meaning to her days.
Although her heart experienced small waves of uncertainty, Kajol made a conscious decision not to overthink or burden herself with questions about the future of their relationship. She resolved instead to cherish the connection they shared, embracing each moment and every opportunity to enjoy his company. For now, she wanted to live in the present, savouring the warmth and joy that Tarun’s presence brought, without complicating it with unnecessary expectations.
Kajol: A jealous tone reflected in her voice. "No wonder how you flatter the ladies."
Tarun: In a teasing tone. "You mean, the girls who shared a bed with me?"
Kajol: Raising an eyebrow, her sarcasm sharp. "Or else? Are you secretly married and living with your wife? No, right?"
Hey, there is no romance, my dear. That is pure sex. As long as my body and stamina in bed continue, they will come back to me. No need for much effort. You just need to take care of your physique, status, and, most importantly, the money to pay their bills, Tarun replied in a tone of despair.
"Stop your extracurricular activities from today," Kajol thought to tell Tarun, wanting to put a ban on his life as a playboy. However, her wisdom held her back, and she asked herself, Are you going to change a person whom you like for how he lives his life and bring him into the same depressed life you’ve been trying to escape from?
Kajol: laughing softly "Oh my God, I can never win an argument with you! By the way, when are you traveling?"
Tarun: with a calm tone "I’m planning to leave on Wednesday. Since the monsoon has started in that region, it will be really fun to drive. I don’t want to rush things, so I decided to leave a bit early."
Kajol: her curiosity piqued "Oh! That’s nice. I’ve never traveled through that region. I’ve only seen pictures, and it looks absolutely beautiful."
Tarun: serious but hopeful "I mean it, Kajol. It would be great fun and make me really happy if you could join me."
His invitation made Kajol pause, rethinking the idea. For a fleeting moment, she considered saying yes but then remembered the other challenges she would have to face if she agreed. She gently declined once again.
Kajol: with a thoughtful tone "I really wish I could come, Tarun. But let’s plan for next time, for sure."
As she spoke, Kajol meant it with all her heart. She made a silent promise to herself that when the next opportunity came, she would prepare herself better—ready to share those moments with Tarun, free of hesitation.
Tarun: with an understanding tone "No worries, Kajol, it’s your decision.
Kajol: curious, a little hesitant "When are you coming back?"
Tarun: with a casual chuckle "I can’t really promise an exact time, but I’ll make sure I’m back before Sunday evening."
Kajol paused, her thoughts lingering on his words. Sunday evening suddenly felt like an eternity—a stretch of days that seemed far too long for her to not see him. A quiet sense of disappointment settled in her heart, though she tried her best to mask it.
Kajol: "It’s late at night. You didn’t sleep properly yesterday either. Wishing you a tight sleep," she said with care.
Tarun: pretending to be disappointed, his tone playful "Kajol, your words just pushed me from the top of happiness to the bottom. I was on cloud nine, and now you’re ending the conversation? This was not expected."
Kajol: quickly, with concern "Hey, I didn’t mean it like that!"
Tarun: laughing softly "Just kidding. You’re actually right about me. I didn’t sleep yesterday. Let me go and get some rest."
His words brought a sense of relief to Kajol, knowing he was taking care of himself.
Kajol: smiling softly "Good night."
Tarun: with warmth "Good night, sweetheart."
Just as they were about to disconnect, Tarun added with a mischievous tone, "Hey, keep that pillow in the middle of your legs. This time, please consider that pillow as me. If you hug it tightly with your legs, I’ll feel it. That’ll help me get a tight sleep," he said with a naughty smile.
Though his words were meant to tease her, Kajol couldn’t help but feel a fleeting temptation to actually do it. She quickly brushed the thought aside and replied in a tone of fake anger, "Shut up and good night."
"Please," Tarun playfully insisted, his voice carrying a hint of mock pleading.
"Tarun, I’m disconnecting now. If we continue, you’ll come up with even stranger ideas like this," Kajol said, shaking her head with a mix of amusement and exasperation.
Before he could respond, the call was disconnected, leaving both of them smiling on their respective ends, their playful banter lingering in the air.

When Kajol looked at the pillow after disconnecting the phone, a strange yet comforting thought crossed her mind—it felt as though Tarun was right there. She picked up the pillow, holding it in her hands as she switched off the light. Initially, she intended to place it aside, but the realization of how much she missed him made her pause.
In a moment of playful indulgence, she hugged the pillow tightly, letting herself imagine it was him. A soft chuckle escaped her as she felt a little naughty for giving the pillow a quick kiss

"When she tightened her hug, the pillow pressed against her boobs. Since her mind was literally imagining the pillow as Tarun, she felt a pleasant sensation spread all over her body. A couple of kisses were planted on the pillow as her body started to dip into the pleasure. When her body sought more, her fingers started to unbutton her shirt and made the front wide open. "She still lacked satisfaction when the inners came as a hindrance. Kajol removed the shirt and bra from her body and hugged the pillow with deepened intensity. When she felt like Tarun asking her to give her nipples to him, she brings the side of pillow and pressed against her nipples. By imagining her nipples getting sucked by Tarun, Kajol started to circle the tip of pillow around her nipples. As her imagination deepened, her actions became more precise. Her hands went inside the bottom pants and started to help the inching of her pussy. "The movement of her fingers started at a slow pace, but the intensity quickly increased. When Kajol felt wetness in her bottom, she tried to control by tightening her thighs. The more intense her body started to react, the pillow became wet from the kisses she placed on it. When her wetness in her pussy became uncontrivable, her body demanded the feel of Tarun on it. Kajol quickly slid off her pants and placed the pillow between her thighs. She pressed pillow against her pussy with great force and tight. When the side lining of the pillow brushed against her pussy walls, she imagined it to be Tarun licking them. She pressed the pillow hard and gave the maximum possible entry to Tarun into her pussy.

Kajol moan loudly when she reached the peak of excitement and pleasure. Finally, when she reached the height of orgasm at its finest, she was gasping heavily. Kajol thought of wearing her dress, but the unsettled desires made the pillow stay between her thighs. She didn’t know when she slipped into sleep.

[a2011]

good story, waiting for an update.

[mindset00007]

Ashish smiled as he saw Jyothi stepping out of the auto. Even from afar, he could sense the fear etched on her face. Yet, the success earned through patience filled him with a deep sense of fulfillment. He knew there was still a long journey ahead, but crossing the first hurdle rekindled his optimism. However, when he noticed her panicking and glancing around nervously, a wave of frustration surged within him, irritated by what he perceived as her lack of courage.

Ashish felt tempted to call her, but he decided to stick to the plan of watching her greet someone before approaching. Although Jyothi paused briefly, she eventually entered the mall. As planned, she visited a few shops before heading toward the parking area. Ashish, who had been observing her closely, didn't notice anyone following her, so he made his way to the parking area using the lift. Throughout his observation, his gaze lingered on her elegance in a saree. The yellow saree seemed to enhance her beauty even more.

"Jyothi!" His voice startled her, sending a shock through her.
"Hey, Ashish! Where were you? I was scared," she said, her tone betraying her unease.
"Walk behind me," he instructed firmly as he strode past her. Jyothi hesitated for a moment before following him. With every step she took, her anxiety grew, and by the time they reached his car, her heart was pounding in her chest.
"Enter the car," he said to her.
"Ashish, where are we going?" Jyothi asked, her voice filled with panic.
"Jyothi, do you seriously not trust me?" Ashish replied, his tone questioning.
"It's not about trust. I'm scared... What if someone finds us? I really need to get home quickly," she responded nervously.
"Jyothi, I'm not forcing you," Ashish said, his voice softening. "You yourself mentioned that it's dangerous here. We'll go somewhere safe, where no one will notice us. It's completely up to you. I just thought you came to spend some quality time with me..." His voice carried a hint of desperation.
"Ashish, I feel like my entire body is shivering," she said, her voice trembling.
Ashish stepped closer to her and gently took her hand in his. She held onto him tightly, seeking comfort. Their eyes met, and in that brief exchange, a surge of confidence washed over her. Without saying a word, she silently nodded and stepped into the car.

Jyothi followed Ashish to the flat he led her to. As soon as they stepped inside, he pulled her close and hugged her tightly. A quiet smile spread across Ashish's face as his hands easily sensed Jyothi's trembling.

As she stayed in his embrace longer, her trembling gradually transformed into a deep passion filled with love and an overwhelming sense of comfort. Ashish's fingers moving across her back ignited a tickling sensation that spread all over her body. A kiss on her neck startled her momentarily, but her mind was soon overwhelmed by the intensity of its impact.

"Jyothi, I love you..." His trembling voice carried an emotional depth that overwhelmed her senses, drawing her further into his embrace.
"Are you still scared?" he asked gently. Her response came in the form of a silent shake of her head.
"Ashish, take me with you. I can't live in that house anymore," Jyothi pleaded, deepening her embrace and speaking in a tone of desperation.
"Jyothi, I’m in even more of a hurry than you," Ashish replied. "I’m working on it. But we need to be practical, and every step must be taken cautiously. Do you want to waste time dwelling on it today, or would you rather—" He let the rest of his words trail off, his message conveyed instead through the soft press of his lips against her cheek.

Jyothi lifted her face from his chest and looked into his eyes. Countless questions about trust, hope, and love flickered within her gaze. Yet, in the end, no answers emerged. Instead, she found herself compelled to surrender to his desire.

As time was running out, a sense of urgency consumed Ashish, driving him to complete everything swiftly. Although Jyothi attempted a couple of stops along the way, he skillfully maneuvered the situation, emotionally influencing her entirely. When she was carried into the bedroom, the final grip of her yellow saree slipped away from her body and fell to the floor. When he showed sympathetic and genuine care while kissing the red marks left by Bella, Jyothi's last resort of confusion faded away. Her eagerness to become one overcame her emotions, and she happily surrendered to her lover's wishes. Ashish continued to delve deeper into her pussy and emotions with every step he took. Finally when he exploded, it wasn’t sexual satisfaction he saw in her eyes. It was the contentment of a loving, devoted wife, fulfilled by the happiness reflected on her husband’s face. Ashish had no doubt that the way Jyothi had finally transformed was beyond what he could have ever asked for. Ashish couldn’t relate Jyothi with any other girls whom he had sex with. She was pure and not naive about intimacy, which made the encounter even more intriguing.

When Jyothi was in bathroom, he placed a micro phone with recorder inside her bag. Though he was fully confident that Jyothi would not lie about the information she was instructed to convey to him, Ashish consistently believes in not trusting people.

"Jyothi was still holding onto fear even after returning home, but confidence began to emerge in her as everything returned to normal.
'Ashish, it was a wonderful day in my life,' she messaged him.
'Same here, but I didn’t see much enjoyment in you while we were intimate,' he replied.
'Don’t get angry or upset with me. I wanted to enjoy it, but fear was holding me back. I promise, next time will be different,' she said.
Hey, I was joking. I can’t risk anything. Let’s wait for the right time,' he reassured her.
Sure, she replied.

When the message ended, Ashish realized that her fear was starting to fade, and courage was beginning to guide her emotions. It was a good sign. He smiled and shifted his gaze to the video of her playing on his laptop screen.

[mindset00007]

Priya was surprised to see Kajol still sleeping at 8 a.m. Kajol's routine usually began with a morning yoga session after waking up early, except on Sundays.
"Hey, what happened to you? Are you not feeling well?" Priya asked, shaking Kajol to wake her up.

"What time is it?" Kajol mumbled.

"It's 8:30 a.m. You were talking about doing extra work during your vacation," Priya reminded her.
Kajol felt embarrassed as she noticed Priya standing there. She stayed under the blanket, trying to hide her semi-naked state.
I woke up early but felt a headache, so I went back to sleep," Kajol explained. She wondered if Priya had caught onto her lie, judging by the way Priya stared intently at her face.
Priya nodded mockingly. "A headache, huh? That means things are starting to get serious," she teased. "Isn't it about time to say 'tata, goodbye' to Sachin?" Priya asked with a playful smirk.

Priya, don’t get naughty. You don’t have any other things in your head? What did Sachin does to make you this much angry on him? Kajol asked.
Nothing. I'm just totally jealous of him for getting what he doesn't deserve. Sometimes, I don't like the way he assumes authority over you—that's an added problem," Priya admitted. When Priya made her statement, Kajol didn't feel the need to counter her aggressively because, deep down, she didn't think Priya was entirely wrong.

"Tell me, what's the status between you and Tarun? Has the playboy won over his next girl?" Priya asked with a sly grin.
Kajol felt a twinge of hurt when Priya's statement implied that her relationship was solely about sex.
"Priya, have you had breakfast?" Kajol asked, trying to change the subject.
"I had some bread. Let me get going before the traffic gets worse," Priya replied, heading toward the door.
Just before closing it, she turned back to Kajol with a smirk and said, "Enjoy."

Kajol felt a wave of embarrassment. It was her first time encountering such a situation in her life.

She considered messaging Tarun but hesitated, torn between uncertainty about the path she was heading down. However, she couldn't resist replying with a morning greeting after seeing his cheerful message.

How was your sleep last night, with me between your legs?" Tarun's cheeky message read.
Kajol wondered how he could be so sure she had been keeping pillows between her legs. However, she chose not to acknowledge his statement directly.
"It was wonderful, but it wasn’t you—it was Sachin," Kajol replied.
"Ouch! That hurts," Tarun responded.
"Find someone better for yourself," Kajol replied with a smile.
"I already have, but she seems to enjoy chasing things that never excite her," Tarun shot back.
Kajol had no doubt that Tarun understood her well, but at that moment, she wasn’t sure which direction her mood was leaning.
I am excited, don’t be so judgmental," Kajol replied with mock anger.

When she didn’t receive a response from him, nervousness started creeping in. She dialed his phone, but the line was busy. Shortly after, she received a call back.

Hey buddy, sorry for keeping your reply pending. I’ll respond after I return from an urgent meeting. I had to leave in a hurry," Tarun explained.

Kajol felt a sense of longing when the conversation ended so abruptly, especially since she had been thoroughly enjoying talking with him.
The office work kept her mind off Tarun, but she hurried to complete her tasks. A part of her was determined to ensure that no pending work could hinder her plans to travel with Tarun, if everything fell into place.

Kajol answered Sachin's call casually, and once the conversation started flowing naturally, she shared about her dull routine during the holidays and her plans to overcome the challenges. She intentionally steered the conversation, waiting for Sachin to get comfortable, before bringing up the topic of her travel.

Kajol, how about a trip to Goa?" Sachin asked. His suggestion caught her off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless, with no words coming out of her mouth. Regaining her composure, she decided to support Sachin's idea, curious to understand what was on his mind.

Sachin said, "Kajol, I’m coming to a place near your city for a work-related activity on Tuesday. Once that’s done, I’ll be free until Sunday. I’ve been longing for a change, and I’m planning to come to your place and pick you up to go somewhere—but I hesitated to interrupt your work. I’m relieved to hear that you’re also planning an adventure; it feels like everything is falling into place. So, here’s the plan: I’ll come to your place on Wednesday, and from there, we’ll head to Goa. I’ll book the train tickets. Pack your bags, Kajol—it’s time for us to escape the monotony and embrace the freedom of the road together.
Kajol, you have no idea how much time has passed since our last meeting. It feels like a lifetime, and those moments we shared are so deeply personal to me. Honestly, I’ve been carrying a mountain of frustration, grappling with thoughts that won’t let me rest. But amidst all the chaos, I’m living with the hope that everything will be okay in the future—that we’ll find our way back to the happiness we deserve."

Kajol was shocked and became speechless after hearing his conversation. She didn’t know how to respond—whether to agree or not. What if Tarun found out?
The emotions tortured Kajol like a relentless storm, consuming her with an intensity she had never known before. It was as though she had been thrust into a labyrinth of confusion, with no clear path to follow. This was her first experience standing at such a pivotal crossroads, where every choice seemed to hold the power to reshape her life.

"Is it time to decide my future?" she thought, her mind a whirl of uncertainty and longing. The weight of the moment pressed down on her, challenging her to confront the dreams she had tucked away for so long. "Is it time to make a decision that will truly make me happy?"

The questions circled her like restless shadows, refusing to grant her any solace. Doubts clashed with hope, and fear waged war against desire. Kajol felt trapped in the chaos of her thoughts, wondering if she had the courage to break free—or if she would let the questions haunt her forever.
When Kajol closed her eyes and thought about both men, her heart naturally drifted to the warm memories she shared with Sachin, reaffirming her feelings for him. At the same time, her mind gave equal weight to her cherished friendship with Tarun, leaving her torn between the two.
Deep down, Kajol realized that now might not be the best time to decide her future life partner. Life still held so many opportunities and paths for her to explore, and there was no need to push someone away to love another. What she truly needed was clarity—a vision of what she wanted for herself, for her happiness, and for her future.

Determined to keep her focus on her career and let go of unnecessary tensions, she reflected on her feelings. Marriage was a distant thought, but she couldn’t deny that she was still in love with Sachin and that her emotions gravitated toward him. On the other hand, her friendship with Tarun felt like a rare gem, the kind she had been searching for all her life—a friend who truly understood her.

Kajol resolved not to lose either of them, as they both held significant places in her heart. Her decision was clear: to be honest and transparent about her friendship with Tarun when speaking to Sachin. Whatever Sachin decided to do in response would be his choice, but Kajol knew she couldn't let worry about his decisions cloud her mind. She took a strong stance, vowing to live without unnecessary tension and to embrace what life had to offer, one step at a time.

Sachin, in that case, I need to discuss this with my friends Priya and Tarun," Kajol said.
With a curious tone, Sachin asked, "Who is this new friend of yours Tarun? Tell me, what do you want to discuss with them?
Kajol didn’t like his questioning way of asking, but she ignored it.
Tarun is a friend of Priya, and that’s how we met and became friends. When I mentioned being bored, they planned a trip to Goa. However, since Priya's leave wasn’t confirmed, the plan didn’t materialize. I don’t think it’s fair to go to Goa without informing them. If they can’t come, we’ll find another destination or activity. Traveling by train would mean missing all the good places along the route. If they decide to join us, we can go in Tarun’s car.
What do you think?

Now the silence shifted from Kajol to Sachin.

Kajol, I thought that we will get some private time together. Sachin said.
Sachin, they are also important to me in life. It's better not to decide how much time should be spent with each person.
"Can I ask you a question?" Sachin paused for a moment before asking.
"Ask me, Sachin," she said, her voice steady, though hesitant.
Are you having the same love towards me like before? He asked.
"Ask me the question with a detailed explanation. I don’t want to respond to half-cooked questions," Kajol said firmly.
"I feel like you’re avoiding me. You’re not showing any interest in spending time with me," Sachin said, his tone filled with concern.
"Sachin, I believed you had some understanding and consideration for me. After everything I have been through, and with life finally returning to normal, don't you feel happy?" Kajol replied, her voice calm yet firm.
Sachin remains silent.
Answering your question—my focus is on my studies and career at the moment. I don’t want to bring any tensions in between. If I didn’t love you, do you think we would still be talking now?" Kajol said firmly.
Sachin was taken aback by the tone of her response and decided not to pursue the topic further.
Kajol, I didn’t mean it the way you’re responding. I’m so happy to see you as your old self—full of energy. Please discuss with them and get back to me. I’d also be happy to spend time with your friends.

Did you behave little rude? Kajol asked herself after call got disconnected. Fuck Kajol, you are again returning to confused mind.
Kajol was a little nervous when she discussed it with Priya.

"You bloody bitch, planning a direct threesome in the first place?" Priya asked.
"Just shut up. Tell me your opinion—should I ask Tarun?" Kajol snapped.
As far as I know, Tarun wouldn’t mind. He’s a crazy driver and an adventurous explorer, and I’m sure the trip will be wonderful with him. He’d probably be even happier than you. "Should I also plan to join you?" Priya asked.
Suddenly, Kajol’s thoughts took a turn: if Priya comes, Tarun and Priya might become a couple and even share the same room. That shouldn’t happen.
"You’re trying to disrupt my plan for a threesome?" Kajol asked playfully.
"Okay, I get it. You don’t intend to include me. No issues. Enjoy your trip," Priya replied with a mischievous smile.

Kajol was a little nervous as she told Tarun about the incident. She shared the idea of traveling together with both Tarun and Sachin, carefully planning every detail.

"It would be great to have your company!" Tarun exclaimed.

Kajol felt relieved from the pressure caused by her curiosity about Tarun's reaction. The way he accommodated her was deeply comforting and added another layer of respect and love she felt for him. She informed Sachin about Tarun's company, carefully leaving little room for him to question her about Priya.

When the day arrived, Kajol was thrilled. She wore jeans and a top that perfectly highlighted the contours of her body.

[shashank13]

great eagerly waiting for update