An Innocent Beauty Continues Part2

[Deepak.kapoor]

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An Innocent Beauty – A Recap

 
In Pune, a series of dark and complex incidents unfolded around Riya, Meera, and her family, leaving a trail of secrets, betrayals, and lasting changes. Once a dutiful wife in a wealthy household, Meera had faced trials that tested the very core of her morality and strength. What began as an effort to protect her sister-in-law, Riya, from men's manipulations and unwanted advances within their household escalated into a dark web of deceit and survival.

 
Riya, a young and innocent girl, had been targeted by the desires of those around her. Shankar, the family's longtime driver, had watched her grow into adulthood, his feelings changing from fatherly concern to a dangerous obsession. Meanwhile, two laborers, Vikram and Arjun, exploited Riya’s weakness and began blackmailing her with secret recordings, seeking to fulfill their twisted desires.

 
As Riya's situation worsened, Meera took matters into her own hands. Confronting the darkness surrounding them, she made morally vague decisions to safeguard her family. In her attempts to protect Riya, Meera was caught in relationships that challenged her values.

 
With new trials on the horizon and secrets left to unravel, Meera must brace herself for the coming storm. Her journey of survival, morality, and strength continues, but the stakes are higher this time.

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[doctor101]

Update part 2 please waiting. Meera - Shankar Adventure.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Meera’s Internal Struggle

As Meera rested in bed beside her husband, she felt a strong feeling of guilt and betrayal. She always regarded Riya as a younger sister, a person to guard and support. Now, they were caught in a situation of deceit and disgrace. The vision of Riya's purity and vulnerability troubled her, linking with the disturbing memories of her encounter with Arjun and Vikram.


Meera's body still tingled with the emotions from an earlier meeting, a puzzling blend of excitement and guilt. How could a married woman be drawn to the roughness they had shown her? The contrast between her husband's gentle love and the unexpected thrill of their demands was a stark reminder of her desires.


She closed her eyes, wishing she could forget the meeting, but the memories replayed in her mind like a loop. Why had she allowed them to kiss her so intimately? Why had she given in to their demands?  Yet, she was furious at Riya for leading them down this path. In a way, Meera felt that Riya's innocence had opened the door to this mess, allowing Arjun and Vikram to manipulate her.


As she shifted in bed, she couldn't help but contemplate how Riya had caught herself in this dangerous game with Shankar and the construction workers. How could Riya be so blind to the potential consequences of her actions? The anger boiled inside her, directed at Riya.


Her husband stirred beside her, but she couldn't share all that she was facing. She could not tell him about the Riya video with Shankar and her own video with Arjun and Vikram. What would he think? Would he still see her as the loving wife he married? The thought of his disappointment made her chest tighten. She turned away from him, staring into the gloom, struggling with the reality of their situation.


In the end, Meera felt trapped. She & Riya had to confront the mess they were both in. She could not go to her husband or her father-in-law for this issue. She could not share this with the security officer, either, as everybody would come to know.  As sleep eluded her, Meera vowed to find a way to protect Riya.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Midnight Confrontation in the Kitchen

Meera's heart skipped a beat as she entered the dimly lit kitchen. She had been restless all night, her body still uneasy from everything that had happened. She had gotten up for a glass of water, hoping to clear her mind, but what she found stopped her in her tracks—Vikram was standing there, leaning casually against the counter, waiting for her.


She clutched her nightgown tighter, feeling suddenly bared. The gown was thin and light, brushing against her skin in a way that made her even more aware of Vikram's presence. The look in his eyes was greedy.


“What are you doing here?” Meera managed to whisper.


Vikram leered, his gaze not leaving her, as he stepped closer. "I couldn't resist seeing you, Meera. Not after what happened today." His voice was low.


Meera's breath quickened. She wanted to shout and tell him to leave, but her body felt drained. 
 

“Please, leave,” she said, her voice shaky.


Vikram took another step. He reached out, his hand lightly brushing against her cheek before trailing down to her arm. Meera gasped, stepping back, but there was nowhere to go, the counter pressing against her back. Vikram’s fingers trailed down to her hand, lifting it slightly, and Meera could feel her pulse racing under his touch.


“After today, I know you want more. It’s all over your face, Meera,” Vikram said softly, his lips close to her ear.


Meera felt her eyes sting with tears, anger, shame, and something else—an unquestionable pull. She shook her head, whispering, “No.”


But Vikram just smiled, his thumb touching across her trembling lips. "You don’t have to say anything. Just listen to what your body is telling you."


The room felt too small, and her heartbeat was pounding in her ears. She wanted to push him away, to scream, but her body betrayed her.


Vikram moved even closer. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, and it made her shiver. His hands moved from her face to her shoulders, resting as he looked into her eyes.


"Why fight it, Meera?" Vikram, his voice low. "I can see it in your eyes—you felt something today."


Meera swallowed hard, her throat dry. She hated that he could read her so well that he could see through her walls. She wanted to tell him that he was wrong, that she felt nothing but disgust. But her body betrayed her; her heart was beating too fast, her skin burning where his fingers touched her.


“Let me go, Vikram,” she said, trembling.


Vikram’s lips curled into a smile. He leaned down, his voice a whisper. “You could push me away, Meera. But you haven’t.” He brushed a lock of her hair away from her face, his fingers on her skin. “You’re still here.”


She closed her eyes, trying to block out his presence and steady her breath, but it was useless. Her body was on fire. 
 

Vikram’s hand moved to her waist, pulling her slightly closer until their bodies almost touched. She gasped, her eyes snapping open to meet his. His other hand trailed up her arm, then down her side, staying at her hip. Meera’s hands gripped the edge of the counter behind her.


“Tell me to stop, and I will,” Vikram said, his voice barely above a whisper. His lips were now so close to hers that she could almost feel them.


Meera opened her mouth, but no words came out. She could feel the heat spreading off his body, his gaze intense, filled with a hunger that frightened and excited her. He waited briefly, and when she said nothing, he leaned in, brushing his lips softly against hers.


It was gentle at first, testing, and Meera’s mind screamed at her to push him away. But her body moved on its own, her lips parting as his kiss deepened, his arms around her, pulling her against him. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she hated how her body reacted to him, how his touch made her knees weak.


Vikram broke the kiss, his lips moving to her ear, whispering, “See? I knew it.”


He lifted her slightly, sitting her on the counter, his hands now on her bare thighs, moving upward with a confidence that left her breathless. Meera gasped, her head tilting back, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders.


Vikram's hands roamed higher, exploring the smooth skin beneath Meera's nightgown. The soft fabric was lifted, showing her soft and silky thighs to Vikram's eyes. He looked at her, his eyes darkened with desire. 


He kissed her neck, his lips moving slowly, and her body responded against her will—her hands moving to his chest. Instead of pushing him away, they rested there, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. Vikram could sense her hesitation and confusion, which seemed to fuel him further.


"Why fight it, Meera?" Vikram whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "You can't deny what you felt earlier and are feeling now."


She closed her eyes, tears of conflict forming as his hands moved up, caressing her sides. The thin material of her nightgown offered no barrier to the warmth of his touch. It was wrong—she knew it—but it was as if her body had betrayed her, wanting more of that forbidden feeling.
 

Vikram’s lips moved to her collarbone, pressing gentle kisses there. His hands held her steady as she sat on the countertop, her legs trembling slightly. His touch moved higher, sliding up her waist to her chest, his thumb touching against her breast through the thin fabric, teasing her. Meera let out a shaky breath, her fingers curling against his shirt.


"You're beautiful, Meera," Vikram murmured, his voice low, sending shivers down her spine.


She wanted to tell him to stop, but could only manage a weak, "Vikram..." Her voice lacked conviction, sounding more like a plea for mercy. He took it as an invitation, his lips capturing hers once more, the kiss growing deeper, his hands pulling her closer.


He could feel her resolve weakening, her defenses deteriorating every second. Vikram knew he had to push a little more to make her accept her feelings. His hands moved under her nightgown, grazing her skin, his fingers stroking her waist and stomach. Meera shivered, her body reacting to the touch. Her hands slipped from his shoulders to his neck, holding on as if she needed him to keep her steady.


Her mind screamed that this was wrong, but her body responded with a language of heat and need.


Suddenly, she pulled back, breathing heavily. Vikram paused, his hands still holding her, waiting for her to say something. Meera looked at him, her heart pounding and her emotions chaotic. She wanted to say no, but the words wouldn’t come out.


"Vikram, I... I can't," she whispered, her voice barely audible.


He smiled softly, his hand gently caressing her cheek. "You can, Meera. You're just afraid."


She looked away, tears forming in her eyes. She hated that he was right, that he could see the truth she was trying so hard to deny. 


Vikram leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Just let go, Meera. I promise you won't regret it."


With a trembling breath, she closed her eyes and nodded, her heart pounding as she finally let go, giving herself over to the forbidden desire that had been consuming her.


Vikram’s hands slid down her back, gently pulling her closer as their lips met again, this time with a raw intensity. Meera's body responded instinctively, her fingers slipping through his hair, her legs wrapping around his waist as she surrendered to the moment.


His hands roamed under her nightgown, fingers tracing the curve of her waist before moving up to her breasts, caressing her softly. Meera let out a small breath, her head tilting back, eyes closing as his lips moved from her mouth to her neck, pressing hot kisses. Her body felt on fire, every nerve alive with desire.


Vikram pulled back slightly, looking at her, his eyes dark with desire. "See, Meera? This is what you need," he whispered. His hands slipped the nightgown straps down her shoulders, displaying more of her.


Vikram lowered his head, his lips trailing down her chest, his hands moving confidently. Meera's heart raced, her mind clouded with the vibrations, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she arched against him. She felt his tongue scbang her skin, a mix of shock and pleasure coursing through her, her lips parting in a soft gasp.


"Vikram..." she whispered, her voice trembling, filled with fear and longing.


He paused, looking up at her, his eyes locking onto hers. "You deserve to feel good, Meera."


She swallowed hard, her heart thumping, her body betraying her with every shiver, every sigh that escaped her lips. The conflict within her was tearing her apart.


Slowly, she nodded, her body giving in despite her mind screaming against it. Vikram smiled, his lips returning to her skin, his hands moving down her body, touching her in ways that made her shiver and forget about everything else. He lifted her off the counter, carried her to the table, and lay her down gently, his body hovering over hers.


Meera looked up at him, her breath coming in shallow gasps. 


Vikram's hands moved up her legs, pushing the fabric of her nightgown higher, his lips finding hers once more, the kiss deepening, his hands exploring her body with a hunger that left her trembling. He could feel her resistance fade completely, her body arching towards his, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she gave herself over to the moment, to the passion that had been building between them for so long.


It was raw, intense, and unlike anything Meera had ever felt. It was wrong—she knew it was terrible.

[doctor101]

Wow good night adventure. Please continue Shekhar Meera infidelity.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Sorry for the delay, I was busy somewhere.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Meera's Awakening and Messages

Meera jolted awake, her heart racing and her breath coming quickly. The remnants of the intense dream clung to her like a heavy fog, leaving her confused and breathless. She sat in bed, the early morning light filtering through the curtains.

As the dream began to fade, the sensations remained—Vikram's touch, the way his lips had moved against her skin, the heady mix of fear and desire surging through her. She could still feel the heat pooling in her stomach and below in her pussy.

Meera pressed her hand to her forehead, trying to shake off the remains of the dream. What had she been thinking? Why is she having dreams with Vikram?? It felt natural and stimulating, but it was just a dream. Yet, the emotional chaos within her was evident.

She glanced at the clock on her nightstand—it was still early, the house quiet. Her mind recalled the previous day's events, the chaos with Riya, Arjun, and Vikram. Meera had been defending Riya, but now she was fighting with feelings she had never expected to confront.

With a heavy sigh, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, feeling the coolness of the floor beneath her feet. The dream had stirred something deep inside her—something she had tried to ignore but had been boiling beneath the surface for too long.

Why had she reacted that way? Why did she feel a pull towards Vikram, even in her dreams? It was wrong; she knew it. She was married and devoted to her husband. But the thrill, the excitement, and the sheer intensity of the dream made her wonder if there was more to her desires than she had ever accepted.

As she stood, the morning sunlight spilled into the room. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on the present.

She headed to the bathroom, splashing water on her face, willing herself to shake off the residues of the dream. Today, she would have to face Riya and the situation with Arjun and Vikram. She couldn’t allow herself to get lost in fantasies. She needed to be the strong, shielding sister that Riya needed.



The sun began to rise, casting a warm glow over Pune. Riya and Meera checked their phones, but they were still sleepy. The messages were surprising, their content frightening.

Riya read her message first: "Wear a black sari with a backless blouse tied low at the hip. You'll look stunning. Ready for some fun?"

Meera's message mirrored Riya's, directing her to wear a white sari with the same low-tied backless style. The thought of stepping out in such revealing attire filled her with a strange terror as outcomes of their previous meetings with Arjun and Vikram loomed large in her mind.

As they began preparing, Riya looked at herself in the mirror, the black sari highlighting her curves and fair skin. She couldn't shake off the tingling sensations from her past meetings. Meanwhile, Meera stood in front of her mirror, pulling the white sari tighter around her waist, her heart racing at the thought of being out in public, showcasing so much skin.

Both women were aware of the stares they would attract. When they met in the living room, Riya couldn't help but compliment Meera: "You look gorgeous! That sari is stunning on you!"

Meera smiled, her protective instincts flaring. "And you look beautiful too, Riya. Just remember to be cautious out there. Right now, we need to follow what they ask, but remember, we will find the way out, too."

[Deepak.kapoor]

Cinema Hall Meeting

The cinema hall was mostly empty, with just a few people scattered across the rows. Vikram and Arjun approached Riya and Meera, their eyes scanning the women from head to toe, taking in their attire. Both men exchanged glances, pleased at how Riya and Meera looked in their saris, tied low, baring their smooth stomachs, and showing off their curves.

Arjun gestured towards the seats, and they all sat down. Vikram settled beside Meera, while Arjun sat beside Riya. The darkness of the theater and the emptiness around them gave the space an intimate atmosphere.

As soon as they sat down, Vikram leaned towards Meera and whispered, "Remember our deal, sweetheart. That passionate kiss—just like last time."

Sitting beside Riya, Arjun added, "Don’t think you’re getting out of this either. We're expecting the same passion as before, no holding back."

Riya looked at Meera, who gave her a resigned but determined nod. Riya’s heart was pounding, the dread of what they were about to do mixing with the anxiety of being in such a public space.

Without further delay, Vikram shifted closer to Meera. He placed his arm around her waist, pulling her towards him, his rough hand pressing against her exposed midriff. Meera turned her face slightly towards him, and Vikram wasted no time. He tilted her chin upwards and pressed his lips against hers, initiating a deep kiss. His other hand rested on her bare, smooth stomach, his fingers slowly moving in small circles, making her shiver.

On the other side, Arjun pulled Riya closer, his fingers brushing against her back, feeling the bare skin of her back as her blouse was backless. He gently turned her face towards his and leaned in, kissing her lips. His other hand slid to her exposed waist, tracing the lines of her skin as if savoring every inch. Riya's heart raced as she felt his lips move against hers, and she closed her eyes, losing herself in the moment, trying to match the intensity he demanded.

The cinema screen flickered, but neither Vikram nor Arjun was interested in the movie. Their attention was solely focused on Meera and Riya, their kisses growing more demanding, more passionate.

Vikram deepened his kiss, his tongue exploring Meera's mouth as he shifted slightly, his hand moving upwards from her waist towards her breast. Meera let out a soft moan against his lips. Her body betrayed her, responding to Vikram's rough touch and the forbidden nature of the moment.

Arjun wasn't any gentler. He kissed Riya with a hunger that made her knees weak. His fingers now caressed the soft skin of her stomach, sliding upwards and teasing the edge of her blouse. Riya felt her body heat up, each touch sending a shiver down her spine.

Vikram broke the kiss with Meera for a moment, his eyes meeting hers, a smug smile playing on his lips. "See, that's more like it. You need to let yourself go, just like this." He moved his hand up, brushing against the swell of her breast through the fabric, making her gasp softly.

Seeing Riya hesitate, Arjun whispered, "Come on, Riya. Give in to it. We know you want to." His hand slid around her back, pulling her closer as his lips found hers again.

After breaking their kiss, Arjun and Vikram exchanged satisfied glances, seemingly pleased with the progress. But they weren't done yet. Both men leaned back, the arrogance evident in their eyes.

"That was good," Arjun murmured, his gaze locked on Riya. "But we want more."

Vikram added, low and commanding, "Come here, Meera. Sit on my lap. We must ensure this is just as good as the video."

Riya and Meera glanced at each other. They hesitated briefly, their bodies already feeling the impact of what had just happened. But the fear of the blackmail—the video that could ruin them—gave them little choice.

Riya stepped forward first, slowly positioning herself on Arjun's lap. She could feel the heat of his body, the firmness of Arjun's arousal beneath her as she sat down, her sari shifting slightly to expose more of her thighs. Arjun wasted no time; his hands immediately found her waist, pulling her closer.

Meera followed, lowering herself onto Vikram's lap. His hands moved to her hips, gripping her firmly, his fingers digging into the fabric of her sari, feeling the warmth of her skin underneath.

"Now," Vikram said, his eyes dark with desire, "give us that kiss. Just like before, but better."

Riya leaned in, her lips meeting Arjun's as his hands slid up her sides, coming to rest on her breasts. He squeezed them gently through her blouse, his fingers moving in circles, making her gasp softly against his lips. She tried to maintain her composure, to focus on the kiss, but the way his hands touched her made it hard to concentrate. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, and Riya responded, her own hands finding their way to his shoulders.

On the other side, Vikram pulled Meera even closer, one arm around her waist while the other found her breast, his hand cupping it through her blouse. He kneaded her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple, making her shiver. Meera let out a soft moan, her lips parting for Vikram as he kissed her with more intensity. She could feel his hard penis beneath her, his body pressing against hers, and despite her resistance, her own body started to respond.

Vikram's hand slid down from Meera's breast, moving to her exposed waist, his fingers tracing circles on her skin. "That's it, Meera," he whispered against her lips, "let go... just like that."

Arjun, for his part, moved his hands under Riya's sari. His fingers found the bare skin of her thigh, caressed it, and squeezed it while his other hand remained on her breast, continuing its slow, deliberate movements like he was squeezing a softball. "You're doing well, Riya," he murmured between kisses, his voice filled with satisfaction.

The satisfaction on Vikram's and Arjun's faces was evident, but their eyes revealed they wanted more. After the intense kissing session, they weren't finished. Vikram looked at Arjun, giving a slight nod as if they had already agreed on what was next.

"That was good but not enough, don't you agree, Arjun?" Vikram said with a smirk, his eyes locked on Meera.

Arjun nodded in agreement, his hand still holding Riya's hips firmly. "Definitely. We need more, ladies—show us what you’ve got."

Arjun's hand moved up Riya’s thigh, brushing the edge of her sari and pulling it up just a little to expose more of her smooth skin to his eyes. He kept his eyes on her, daring her to resist, but Riya knew she had no choice—her body tensed briefly before she relaxed, resigning herself to the situation.

"Stand up, both of you," Vikram commanded, calm but authoritative. Riya and Meera stood, hearts pounding as they instinctively adjusted their saris.

Vikram motioned for Meera to step forward, and she obeyed, stepping closer to him. He pulled her down onto his lap, positioning her legs on either side of his, straddling him with her sari, mainly collected at her hip. He leaned back, his eyes savoring every inch of her as his hands slid up her smooth & silky thighs to her waist.

"Meera, let go. You need to give us everything," Vikram whispered, his hands slipping under her blouse. His fingers brushed against her bare skin, slowly moving upwards until they found her breasts. He tugged her blouse aside, exposing more of her cleavage, teasing the edge of her bra.

Meanwhile, Arjun pulled Riya onto his lap in the same position, his hands wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer until her chest pressed against his. One hand moved up her back, feeling the bare skin under her blouse, while the other rested on her exposed midriff. He leaned in to kiss her neck, soft but possessive kisses, as his hands explored more boldly.

Vikram's fingers slowly unhooked Meera's blouse, revealing more skin. She gasped, her eyes darting nervously around the cinema hall, fearful of someone seeing them, but it was mostly empty. Vikram smiled, leaning in to whisper, "You look even more beautiful than in that video." His lips claimed hers again.

Arjun, meanwhile, ran his hands up Riya’s exposed thighs, inching ever closer to her inner thigh. He could feel her trembling, her breathing becoming erratic, and he smiled against her skin. His fingers teased the edge of her undergarments while his lips moved to capture hers in another passionate kiss.

Vikram continued with Meera, his hands roaming over her body, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Meera, I know you want this. I can feel it. Just give in, enjoy the moment," he whispered.

Arjun's voice echoed Vikram's sentiment as he spoke to Riya: "You can't deny it, Riya. Your body tells the truth."

Seeing the way Riya and Meera had surrendered, Vikram and Arjun knew they had the leverage to push things further. Their eyes exchanged a knowing look, a silent agreement that it was time to take it up another level.

Vikram moved his hand down from Meera's chest, his fingers finding the knot of her sari at her hip. With a swift tug, he loosened it slightly, the fabric sliding lower, revealing more of her bare midriff. His other hand moved to hold her waist firmly, guiding her movements against him. He spoke with a mix of dominance and seduction, "Ride me, Meera. Make me feel it."

Her face flushed. Meera hesitated momentarily, but Vikram’s grip on her waist tightened, making it clear she had no option. She closed her eyes, trying to forget where she was, trying to block out the shame, and moved her hips against him as he commanded. His rough hands explored her exposed skin, his fingers pressing into her flesh as he guided her to move precisely how he wanted.

Inspired by Vikram, Arjun pulled Riya even closer to him, his hands gripping her hips possessively. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "You know, you belong to me when you’re here. Show me how much." He let one hand wander to the strings at the back of her blouse, slowly pulling it down, feeling the tension in her body as he did so.

Once the blouse was loose, his hand moved to her bare back, his fingers grazing her spine, sending shivers through her. He moved his other hand to her thigh, pushing the edge of her sari aside, exposing more of her smooth, toned leg. He could see the conflict in Riya's eyes—fear, shame, and something else. His lips curled into a smirk, enjoying her exposure.

Vikram's hands moved to Meera's thighs, lifting her slightly to adjust her position, pulling her down firmly onto his lap again against his hard penis. The friction of her movements, her closeness—it all drove him crazy. He leaned forward, his lips grazing her neck, kissing her skin as his fingers slipped under her blouse once more, this time moving to her back, unhooking her bra.

Arjun mirrored Vikram's actions with Riya, his hands moving up her body, his lips kissing her neck, and his fingers undoing her blouse completely. He tugged it off her shoulders, revealing her bare skin, and his lips moved down her collarbone to kiss the newly exposed area.

"Don't hold back," Vikram whispered into Meera's ear, his voice low and commanding. His hands roamed freely over her body, touching her in ways that made her shiver, that made her fight against her desires, even as her body betrayed her.

Arjun, feeling Riya's hesitant responses, smiled against her skin. "You feel that, don't you? How much do you need this?" His hand moved to her chest, touching her boldly, his lips finding hers in a demanding kiss.

[doctor101]

Hi Deepak very hot updates. Why do you take it long time to update. I m your fan regularly check your page. But updates missing. Please update bro.

[blackdesk]

I am a new reader of your story. Let see what happen next.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Sorry, I was busy working on the next part of the series. Will try to update this now in a regular way .

[Deepak.kapoor]

Meera’s Plan of Seduction

Sitting on Vikram’s lap in the darkened cinema hall, Meera's mind raced. She realized that fighting Vikram outright had only given him more power over her and Riya. If she wanted to find a way out, she must be cunning to play his game—but on her terms. And in that moment, a plan began to form. If she could make Vikram believe she was genuinely falling for him, maybe she could gain his trust enough to manipulate him into deleting the videos.


She took a deep breath. She needed to be convincing. Glancing at Vikram’s face, she noticed the smug satisfaction in his eyes. Fine, she thought. If he wants this, I’ll give it to him on my terms.


Meera shifted on his lap, feeling the heat radiating from his body. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “You want this, don’t you?” she whispered, her voice taking on a sultry tone. Before he could respond, she pressed herself against him, her chest brushing against his. She took his hands and guided them to her breasts, making sure he felt her warmth through the thin fabric of her blouse.


Vikram raised an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard by her sudden forwardness. “That’s more like it,” he whispered, his hands squeezing her breasts gently, exploring the curves that she was now willingly offering.


She increased the movement of her hips, grinding against his hard penis in a slow, deliberate rhythm. She let out a soft sigh, tilting her head slightly to expose her neck, inviting his lips. “I can make you feel things you’ve never felt before,” she whispered.


Vikram's eyes darkened with desire. Meera could feel the tension in his body, his growing excitement at this sudden shift in her conduct. She kissed him deeply, her hands running through his hair, her hips pressing down harder against his hard penis, increasing the friction. She knew she had to make this credible.


Vikram’s breathing became ragged, his hands moving more boldly over her body as if he were losing control. “You’re full of surprises,” he said between kisses, his lips trailing down to her neck.


Meera smiled inwardly, maintaining the act. She let her hands roam over his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. “I can be so much more than you think,” she replied.


For now, she let herself play the part, using every ounce of her attraction to pull him in while hiding her true intentions behind a mask of desire.


Vikram's eyes glimmered with a mixture of satisfaction and lust as Meera moved onto his lap with newfound passion. She was willingly giving in, using every part of her body to seduce him. Her words, her actions—all of it stroked his ego and made him believe he had finally broken her.


"You’ve changed your tune," he murmured, his voice low and filled with anticipation. "I like this side of you." He brought his hands up, tracing the curve of her waist before sliding them up to her breasts. Meera's heart raced as he squeezed her breast with force now, generating wetness in her core with each squeeze.


Still playing the part, Meera bit her lip softly and arched her back, pushing herself into his hands. She had to keep up the illusion that she was giving in, that this was what she wanted. “I thought I’d show you what happens when you trust me,” she whispered, brushing her lips against his ear.


Vikram's smile widened. He knew this was his moment to push things further and see how far she was willing to go now that she seemed more open. "You’re finally starting to understand," he breathed, his hands moving lower, tracing the curve of her back, before settling firmly on her hips again.



He kissed her fiercely, his tongue claiming hers with a force that made Meera shiver. She responded in kind, her hands running over his shoulders, her hips moving in sync with his guidance.


Vikram broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, his gaze searching. He wanted to see submission, desire, and trust. "You want this bad, Meera; maybe your husband does not do it properly, don’t you?" he asked, his voice almost mocking, as his hands wandered back to her breasts, squeezing them more firmly. "Say it."


Meera closed her eyes momentarily, fighting back the storm of emotions inside her. She forced herself to smile seductively, her fingers tracing his jawline. "Yes, I want this," she whispered, the lie rolling off her tongue smoothly. "I want you, Vikram."


His eyes flashed with satisfaction at her words. He leaned in and kissed her again, this time with even more hunger.


Meera knew she had to push this further if she was going to gain Vikram's trust. But as she moved on Vikram's lap, her body pressing against his hard penis, she realized she was not entirely immune to the feelings coursing through her. The heat of his touch and how his hands gripped her skin were starting to blur the line between acting and feeling.


Taking a shaky breath, she made her next move. With deliberate slowness, Meera’s hands went to the front of her blouse. She caught Vikram's gaze, her eyes locking onto his as she undid the remaining buttons. Vikram watched with widened eyes, his breathing heavy as the fabric slipped from her shoulders, revealing the curve of her breasts.


"That's it," Vikram murmured, his voice low and filled with hunger and triumph. He was mesmerized by how willingly she seemed to be offering herself. His hands moved to her waist, holding her firmly in place.


She pushed her chest closer to his face, feeling the warmth of his breath on her skin. "Then take what you want," she whispered.


Vikram needed no further invitation. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her bare skin before he pressed his mouth to her breast, kissing and sucking hungrily. His hands tightened around her waist, guiding her movements as she arched her back, pushing herself further against him. The feel of his lips on her was electrifying, sending jolts through her body that she hadn't anticipated.


Meera closed her eyes, trying to stay in control of her thoughts. She had to remember why she was doing this, that this was part of her plan. But as Vikram’s mouth moved over her skin, she could feel herself losing grip on her resolve.


Her breathing quickened, her hands automatically moving to cradle his head, holding him against her as he continued. She could feel her own body responding, betraying her intentions. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she hated how real it sounded. The line between what she was doing to manipulate him and what she was beginning to feel blurred with every passing second.


For now, she let it continue. She would worry about regaining control later.


She had to push this game further to make Vikram believe in her surrender. With deliberate slowness, she stood up, feeling the heat roaring from her body and the intensity of Vikram's gaze following her every move.


Vikram's eyes darkened as he watched her gather the fabric of her sari, bunching it up at her hips. She wrapped the folds tightly around her waist, exposing more of her thighs and the curve of her hips. Her skin gleamed in the dim light, her breathing quickening with the anticipation of what she was about to do. She glanced at him, her eyes locking onto his, and saw the raw hunger written all over his face.


Without breaking eye contact, Meera slowly lowered herself back onto his lap. This time, she adjusted her position, her hips pressing directly onto his, the thin layers of fabric doing little to mask the heat of their contact. As she settled, she felt the hardness of his Penis pressing against her most intimate area, sending a jolt of electricity through her entire body.


Vikram inhaled sharply, his hands instinctively moving to her hips, holding her in place. "You're playing a dangerous game, Meera," he muttered, his voice heavy with desire. He could feel the warmth of her pressing down on him, the contact sending a thrill through his veins. "But I love it."


Meera bit her lip, trying to maintain her composure even as her body responded with a rush of heat. She moved her hips experimentally, sliding against his hard penis, feeling the friction between them. She was playing with fire, but at this moment, she had to make it look real—she had to make him believe she wanted this as much as he did.


"Then let me play," she whispered, her voice low, filled with seduction and challenge. She placed her hands on his shoulders, using them as leverage to grind against him, feeling every inch of his hard penis through the thin layers separating them.


Vikram let out a low groan, his grip on her hips tightening as he pushed up against her movements. His eyes roamed over her, taking in the sight of her sari bunched around her waist, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. The way she moved on top of him, how her body pressed into his—it was driving him Nuts.


"You want this, don't you?" he breathed, his hands sliding up her back to press her closer. He was testing her, wanting to hear the confirmation from her lips.


Meera leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "More than you know," she whispered, her voice betraying enough urgency to sound convincing. She increased the rhythm of her hips, pressing down against him, feeling his arousal grow harder beneath her.


Yet, even as she carried out her plan, her body betrayed her. The heat between her thighs, the pressure of his hardness against her, the way his hands gripped her—it was all making it harder for her to separate the act from the sensations. 
 

Vikram, caught up in the heat of the moment, decided to push things even further. His breathing grew ragged as Meera moved on his lap, her hips pressing against his hard penis in a way that drove him to the edge. Without wasting another second, he gripped her waist firmly and pulled her up with one firm motion. Meera gasped, her body momentarily suspended as she looked at him with wide eyes, a mixture of shock and anticipation.


With his other hand, Vikram moved quickly. His eyes never left Meera's as he reached down, tugging at his pants and undergarments. In one swift motion, he pushed them down, exposing himself completely. The air between them grew even hotter, thick with tension and desire. He smirked at Meera's flushed face, how her chest rose and fell rapidly, betraying the emotions she was fighting so hard to control.


"Back where you belong," he growled, his voice deep and husky. He positioned her over his exposed lap, his hands guiding her hips downward. Meera hesitated for a fraction of a second, but Vikram's grip on her tightened, and he pulled her back onto his lap, their bodies connecting with an intensity that made them both shudder.


Meera’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind screaming to pull away and stop. But Vikram’s hands were on her waist, the warmth of his body pressing against hers, and the rawness of their contact clouded her senses. As she settled onto him, feeling the undeniable heat of hard penis beneath her, now in touch with less clothing, a gasp escaped her lips. Her hips instinctively shifted, her body reacting to the new desire that overwhelmed her.


"There you go," Vikram muttered, his eyes burning with lust as he watched her. "Now show me how much you want this."


His hands moved to her hips again, guiding her movements as she began to rock against him. Each motion sent a jolt of lust through her body, making it harder to distinguish between her plan and the raw pleasure she was starting to feel. She closed her eyes, leaning forward to grip his shoulders for support.


Vikram’s hands roamed over her back, sliding down to her hips, urging her to move faster and harder. He leaned in as he whispered, "This is what you wanted. To feel me completely?" His words were taunting but laced with desire.


Vikram pulled her closer, his grip on her hips almost bruising as he guided her movements. "That's it, Meera. Just let go." His voice was thick with satisfaction. He felt a surge of triumph as she began to lose herself, her body responding more openly, more eagerly.

[Chandan]

nice story

[doctor101]

Wow deepak bhai
Very hot gradual hot updates going on. Loving your each chapters and section. Please continue.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Surrender to the Moment

Vikram's grip tightened on Meera's hips as he guided her, setting a pace that left her breathless. As she rocked against him, her heart pounded with every movement, feeling his hard penis pressing against her most sensitive area pussy. The heat between them built like a storm, consuming her senses, drowning out the voice in her head that screamed for her to remember why she was doing this.


"That's it, Meera," Vikram murmured, his eyes filled with raw hunger as he watched her movements. "You feel my hard penis, too, don’t you?" His hands roamed over her hips and waist, guiding her to move faster, to ride the growing wave of pleasure.


Meera’s breath hitched, her body responding in ways she hadn’t anticipated. She had thought she could control this, play him into trusting her, but now it felt like the dark lust was leading her. She tilted her head back, eyes closed, letting out a soft moan as she moved against him.


Emboldened by her response, Vikram let one of his palms cup her breast, squeezing harshly but with a boldness that made her arch her back in response. His thumb brushed over her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through her pussy that made her hips buck against him.


Meera bit her lip, trying to stifle the sounds that threatened to spill out, but it was impossible. The friction and pressure were all too much.” Oh my god.”


"Look at you," Vikram breathed, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I knew you wanted this, Meera. I can feel how much you need it."


Vikram's lips left hers, trailing down to her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he growled softly, "You're mine now, Meera. I want to hear you say it."


She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear, and whispered, "I'm yours..." The words escaped before she could stop them, the admission sending a thrill through both of them as they surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of their bodies.


Vikram's eyes gleamed with triumph at her whispered words, the corners of his mouth curling into a satisfied smirk. "That's what I wanted to hear," he breathed against her neck, his voice a mixture of possession and lust.


Vikram moved his lips back to hers, kissing her deeply, possessively, his tongue exploring her mouth with an intensity that made her shiver. He could feel her movements growing more desperate, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. She was surrendering, giving herself over to the dark lust, and it fed his ego, his desire to dominate her completely.


"You're mine, Meera," he whispered against her lips, his voice rough, almost a growl. His hands moved up her sides, pushing her blouse aside further to expose more of her skin. He wanted to see her, to claim every part of her, to make her feel that she was at his mercy.


Meera's head spun, her thoughts chaotic with guilt, desire, and confusion. She had never expected it to go this far.


As his hands roamed over her, moving to her breasts and squeezing them gently, she let out a soft moan, her back arching against his touch. It was as if her body had completely given up the fight, moving with its own will. She rocked her hips against him, feeling the friction between them grow, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.


Vikram watched her with a heated gaze, his eyes dark with desire. "Yes, just like that," he muttered, his hands guiding her movements, pressing her down onto him harder, faster. "You can't resist it, can you?"


Meera bit her lip, her eyes closing as she let out a shaky breath.


Vikram sensed her surrender and grinned, relishing his power over her.


The intensity between them built rapidly, spiraling out of control. Meera’s movements became faster, her hips rocking against Vikram’s with a fierce need. The space around them blurred, and all she could feel was the rising heat inside her, the growing tension coiling tighter and tighter within her pussy. Vikram's hands gripped her hips with bruising strength, guiding her rhythm.


"That's it," Vikram groaned, his voice thick with lust, his eyes glazed over with the sheer pleasure of the moment. He watched her, mesmerized by the sight of her lost in the rhythm they had created, her face flushed, her eyes closed, as she rode the wave about to break.


Meera's breaths came in shallow gasps, her head tilted back as she let the desire engulf her. Every nerve in her body was on fire, and she could feel herself being drawn to the edge, closer and closer with every thrust, every brush of his hands on her skin. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the sounds she wanted to escape, but it was useless. A soft, breathless moan slipped out, echoing in the small, darkened space around them.


Vikram's grip tightened as he felt his control slipping. His hands roamed over her body, one moving up to her chest, squeezing her breast as he thrust upwards, meeting her movements. His breathing grew ragged, each breath matched by their frantic pace. He could feel his climax building, a powerful wave crashing inside him, and he knew he was on the brink.


"Meera..." he groaned, his voice trembling with the rawness of his desire.  


And then it hit. The wave of pleasure that had been building inside both of them crashed, washing over them in an intense, overwhelming release. Meera let out a choked gasp as the climax surged through her, her entire body shuddering uncontrollably. It was a rush that left her breathless, her senses exploding in a mix of heat, pressure, and a release so profound that it left her trembling. All her panty was soiled with her moisture.


Vikram felt his climax rip through him at the exact moment, a powerful jolt that made him tighten his grip on her hips, pulling her down hard against him. His head tilted back as a guttural moan escaped his lips, his body stiffening beneath hers as he reached his peak. His seed was all over Meera's thigh and Meera's panties.


They stayed there, bodies pressed together, chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Stunned Observers and Rising Jealousy

In the adjoining seat, Riya and Arjun sat frozen, their eyes wide and breaths caught in their throats as they watched the scene unfold between Meera and Vikram. The darkness of the cinema hall had offered a shroud of secrecy, but what they had just witnessed shattered the boundaries of anything they expected.


Arjun’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he saw Meera straddling Vikram, both lost in the throes of passion. His hands clenched into fists, a surge of jealousy washing over him. How had Vikram managed to push things so far to such a point with Meera? Arjun had been playing his game, manipulating Riya, but seeing Vikram take control and drive Meera to such a climax filled him with envy and a wave of simmering anger.


He turned his gaze to Riya, who was sitting in a state of stunned silence. Her face was pale, her mouth slightly open as if trying to find any words to make sense of what she had just witnessed. This wasn’t the protective, composed bhabhi she knew; this was a version of Meera overtaken by raw desire, a side Riya never thought existed. It was as if the person in front of her was a stranger.


"Meera..." Riya whispered, her voice choked with confusion and disbelief. She couldn't wrap her head around how things had spiraled so far. Just a short while ago, Meera guided her, helping her navigate this nightmare. But now, she saw her sister-in-law surrendering to desire.


Arjun’s eyes darted back to the scene, a mixture of jealousy and lust clouding his thoughts. He wanted that same surrender from Riya. A plan formed in his mind; if Vikram could take things that far with Meera, he could do the same with Riya.


He leaned closer to Riya, placing a hand on her thigh, his grip firm as he whispered in her ear, “You saw that, didn’t you? Your bhabhi finally let herself go. Now, it’s your turn.”


Riya’s heart raced, her eyes still fixed on Meera as she tried to process everything. She felt Arjun’s hand on her leg.


Beside her, Arjun’s grip on her thigh tightened, his fingers pressing into her skin with a possessive strength that made her flinch. His eyes bore into her, burning with jealousy and desire. He couldn’t stand how Vikram had managed to push things so far, to have Meera surrender in such a way. His envy was plain, and he was determined not to give Vikram the upper hand.


Leaning in close, his lips brushing against Riya’s ear, Arjun whispered in a voice that sent a chill down her spine, “You saw that, Riya, didn’t you? Meera finally stopped resisting. She gave in and looked at how much pleasure it brought her. You want to feel that too, don’t you?”


Riya’s heart pounded in her chest, her breathing uneven as she struggled to respond. Her gaze darted back to Meera, who was still sitting on Vikram’s lap, her body trembling from the intensity of what had just happened. Riya’s confusion only deepened. Was this really what Meera wanted? Or was she just as trapped as Riya felt now?


“Your bhabhi let herself go, and now it's your turn,” Arjun continued, commanding and coaxing. His hand slid further up her thigh. “Stop fighting it, Riya. Let yourself feel the moment. Give in to what you’ve been denying.”


Riya turned to look at him, her eyes wide and glistening with fear. “No, I... I can’t,” she mumbled.


Arjun’s lips curled into a sly smile as he shifted closer, his breath hot on her cheek. “You can, and you will,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. His hand moved up to her waist, pulling her closer to him. “You saw how much Meera enjoyed it. You will too, Riya. Just let go.”


Riya's breath hitched as she struggled to keep her composure, her body tensing under his grip. She knew she was standing on the edge of a precipice, just one step away from being pushed into the same depths that Meera had fallen into.


Sensing her hesitation, Arjun tilted her face toward his with a firm but gentle grip on her chin. His eyes were dark, hungry, and filled with determination. “Just one kiss, Riya. Let yourself feel it. You owe me that much,” he murmured, his thumb brushing her lower lip.

[Crazy007]

Wow
Brilliantly written
Slow burning
Hot story
Waiting for more and more updates

[doctor101]

Wow: slow game of erotic seduction. Loved it. Hope to get longer full cinema house heat episode. Riya and Meera. SHEKHAR ARJUN.

[tapasshmf]

  Aaswome   

[Deepak.kapoor]

Sudden Interruption

Just as Arjun’s grip tightened on Riya's chin, a sudden, loud sound boomed through the cinema hall, startling everyone. The movie had ended abruptly, the bright lights of the theater flickering on. It was an unexpected break from the tension building between them.


Riya blinked, briefly dazed by the sudden brightness and noise. She felt relief wash over her for a split second as the world around them shifted back to reality. The low hum of people getting up and gathering their things filled the air.


Arjun stiffened beside her, his jaw tightening in frustration. He glanced around, noticing that everybody was shuffling towards the exits. His plans for the moment had been cut short, and he couldn't hide the flash of annoyance in his eyes.


On the other side, Vikram and Meera were jolted out of their heated encounter. Meera sat up, her eyes wide, a mixture of shock and confusion as the reality of what had just transpired began to sink in. She glanced around, quickly gathering the folds of her sari, her cheeks flushing as she adjusted her blouse, trying to regain some composure.


Vikram let out a low chuckle, his gaze still fixed on Meera. "Well, it seems like our little session is over for now," he muttered, his voice filled with amusement and promise. He lifted his hands from her waist and leaned back, watching as she hurriedly tried to fix herself.


Still feeling Arjun's hand on her waist, Riya used the distraction to pull away slightly. She exhaled a shaky breath, her eyes darting around the room, her mind racing to process the sudden change.


“We should go,” Meera finally managed to say, her voice strained but firm. She glanced at Riya, their eyes meeting in a fleeting exchange of concern and confusion. 


Vikram stood up, adjusting his clothes, his eyes never leaving Meera. “Yes, let’s go,” he said casually.


Arjun released his grip on Riya's waist, standing up with a forced smile. "Looks like it's time to leave," he said, his voice hinting at a threat. "But this isn't the end, Riya."


Riya and Meera hurriedly gathered their things, adjusting their saris and fixing their appearances as best they could. They glanced at each other, the unspoken understanding that things had taken a dark turn as they walked towards the exit.