01-05-2025, 11:22 AM
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This cannot be accepted..... incest 
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Adultery The Language of Her Heart
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01-05-2025, 01:01 PM
(01-05-2025, 10:25 AM)sexypreeti Wrote: Val I would strongly disagree with you about the updates. The frequency of updates on this story has been outstanding and unmatched... Thank you Preeti for commenting..... I did not command or comment about the updates..... I had requested the author/writer to keep up the updates regular, also if you have not noticed I mentioned/requested the writer to let the readers/fans know in advance if there will be delay in posting the update. Emergencies/troubles in life don't tell and come after all everyone has personal life, so it was a request to let us readers know about the update..... I'm saying sorry if you (Preeti) and also to anyone else who has misunderstood my previous comment.
Val
01-05-2025, 06:11 PM
This is not incest. She is behaving like a dominating slut. Bring a gym trainer to turn her to submissive slut.
01-05-2025, 06:32 PM
Some of you have asked about the taboo nature of the story, especially the relationship between Pavitra and Arjun. While there is no blood relation, we understand some may still feel uncomfortable due to the family setup.
I’m open to your thoughts: Would it feel more natural or acceptable if Arjun was shown as a distant cousin or a long-distance relative of Kartik instead of his younger brother? Please feel free to share your honest opinions. Your comfort and emotional connection with the story truly matter to me.
01-05-2025, 07:24 PM
We both walked slowly towards the apartment gate.
Anusha was beside me. She was holding her small handbag and adjusting her green chudi pant now and then. Her thin dupatta was moving lightly in the evening wind. I adjusted my orange saree pallu properly on my chest. The cotton saree was soft and was brushing against my waist when I walked. The evening sun was golden. The road ahead looked soft and sleepy. Some people were walking. Some children were playing near the gate. I held my bag carefully and smiled once at Anusha. She smiled back, looking fresh and happy. --------------------------------------------------------------- As we came near the gate, my eyes moved once — slowly and quietly — toward the security cabin. There, sitting lazily, was Prakash. He was bending down, looking into his mobile. His legs were stretched out. I saw him. But I didn’t change my face. I didn’t want Anusha to notice anything. We kept walking slowly. When we reached closer, Prakash lifted his head suddenly. His eyes caught me immediately. The moment he saw me, his face brightened. His sleepy look disappeared. A big happy light came to his eyes. He was about to smile. But before he could open his mouth or do anything, I gave him a sharp look. Just my eyes spoke. Telling him: "Behave. I am not alone." He understood quickly. He blinked. Then looked at Anusha beside me. His face changed fast. He sat straight and started looking at his mobile again, pretending like nothing happened. I didn’t show anything on my face. I kept walking normally. We crossed the gate together and stepped out into the street. --------------------------------------------------------------- Outside, the street was full of life. Small children were running here and there. Families were carrying flower baskets. Vendors were shouting for peanuts, bajji, and sugarcane juice. The smell of burning agarbathi and hot samosas floated everywhere. The sky was becoming orange and pink slowly. The temple bells were ringing softly, far away. The evening felt busy but happy. --------------------------------------------------------------- We reached near the temple steps. There was a small stand for keeping sandals. We both bent down, removed our slippers, and placed them neatly in the rack. We gave one coin to the old man sitting there. The stone floor was cool under my bare feet. It felt nice after walking on the hot ground. Anusha smiled. "So nice, right, Pavi?" she said, adjusting her dupatta. I nodded and smiled. We walked ahead and stopped at a flower seller. We bought two small jasmine garlands and two coconuts for offering. The flowers smelled sweet and fresh. The jasmine smell touched my nose softly. I tied my flower garland neatly with my bag strap. Anusha held her coconut and flowers carefully in her hands. Her dupatta kept falling down her shoulder, and she kept adjusting it shyly. She looked simple and sweet like a small girl. --------------------------------------------------------------- We entered the temple through the side gate. The moment we stepped inside, I could feel the crowd. There were so many people inside. Old ladies, young men, mothers carrying babies, small children pulling their fathers’ hands. Everyone was moving slowly, patiently, toward the main mandapam. The smell of oil lamps, fresh flowers, and temple camphor filled the whole place. The soft sound of "Om Shakti Om Shakti" was coming from the speakers. The big temple bells were ringing loudly every few minutes. The vibration from the bells touched the ground and came up to my feet. It made my body feel small goosebumps. I looked around. Normally this temple would be calm, easy to walk, easy to see the deity. But today, it was full. A long line was moving like a snake, winding between the stone pillars. Everyone was holding flower plates, coconut, and camphor packets. Anusha looked at me and said softly: "Today is Amavasai also, and Friday too, Pavi." I nodded. That is why so many people had come. No moon day and Friday together made it very special. Everyone wanted to pray. --------------------------------------------------------------- We adjusted the coconut and flowers in our hands. Slowly joined the big line. The floor was cool under my bare feet. The cotton saree brushed softly against my ankles when I moved. The smell of jasmine floated softly between us. We stood side by side. The line was moving slowly, step by step. I looked at Anusha. She was smiling softly, looking around at the temple walls, the old paintings, the lamps. We started talking casually. Small talks. Soft smiles. The temple bells, the smell of incense, the sound of chanting — everything made my heart feel clean and peaceful. It felt like standing inside a big slow dream made of prayers. --------------------------------------------------------------- The line inside the temple was not very long, but it was full of people. There was no space to move properly. Everyone was standing very close to each other. Nobody had patience. Nobody was keeping distance. Men, women, old people, young people — all pressing and pushing slowly. I adjusted my coconut and flowers carefully in my hand. Anusha stood just behind me, holding her flowers neatly. Her soft green chudi brushed lightly against my saree when she moved. --------------------------------------------------------------- In front of me, an old thatha was standing. Thin body, wearing simple white dhoti and shirt. He was also adjusting his coconut plate now and then. Behind Anusha, one aunty was standing. She was talking loudly and pushing slightly with her hip. Because of that, Anusha was getting pushed forward. And her body was pressing against my back softly. I adjusted my saree pallu once more. Held my flowers carefully on one side. The air was hot inside. The smell of sweat, camphor, and oil lamps floated together. --------------------------------------------------------------- The line moved one step. I moved also. But the pushing from behind increased. Anusha’s soft body pressed fully onto my back. My front also pressed onto thatha’s back directly. I didn’t want to drop the flowers. So I lifted my hand slightly, holding the flowers high outside. Now my chest was pressing directly onto the old thatha’s back — my soft breasts flattened against his shirt. I felt my body becoming hot. From behind, I could feel Anusha’s soft boobs touching my back. Her hips pressing against my bottom. The sweat from both our bodies was mixing slowly. The cotton saree and her soft chudi were sticking to the skin. --------------------------------------------------------------- I turned my head slightly. Whispered softly to Anusha: "Hold my waist. so you can properly follow me and, other people doesn't get in between us" She looked for one second. Then she nodded quickly. Her small hand came around my waist. Slid under the loose pallu of my saree. Touched my bare waist directly. Her fingers were warm and little sweaty. Her palm pressed softly on my side. A small shiver passed through my body. I adjusted my flowers again. Moved one more small step forward. --------------------------------------------------------------- Now Anusha was hugging me lightly from behind — one hand holding my waist. Her other hand carefully holding her flower garland. I could feel her chest pressing against my upper back softly. Her hips touching my backside gently but fully. The line moved very slowly. Step by step. Each time, our bodies brushed and pressed more. The soft sweaty cotton smell from her chudi mixed with the sweet smell of jasmine flowers. My heart was beating slowly but heavily. I felt heat building inside. My front side — my soft breasts pressed tightly against the old thatha’s back. My backside — Anusha’s young soft body wrapped warmly against me. Her palm rested steadily on my waist, squeezing slightly whenever the line shook. The cotton saree was thin. Her hand was touching my bare skin fully. Her fingers were small, soft, and slightly trembling. I breathed slowly, trying to stay calm. But inside, a small naughty current started moving. My nipples brushed softly against the thatha’s thin shirt when the line moved forward. My back side felt the slow gentle pressure of Anusha’s breasts sliding against my shoulder blades. My bottom felt Anusha’s hips pressing warmly, softly. --------------------------------------------------------------- The line moved again. We moved too. Sweat slid slowly down my back. I felt Anusha’s hand adjust slightly, gripping my waist more tightly to balance. Her fingers pressed into my soft waist flesh. My saree pleats brushed lightly against my thighs when I shifted. I swallowed once. The temple chants floated in the background. The oil lamp lights flickered. The heavy slow air hugged all our bodies together. --------------------------------------------------------------- My arousal slowly built inside — like a small shy fire hiding behind prayer smoke. I stood quietly. Breathing. Feeling. Burning softly between front and back. --------------------------------------------------------------- Anusha was holding me tightly around my waist. Her palm was warm and soft against my bare skin under the saree. The line was moving very slowly. The smell of sweat, flowers, and oil lamps was thick in the air. The stone floor under my feet felt cool. But my body was becoming hotter and stickier every minute. In front of me, the old thatha was still standing, shifting slowly forward. Behind Anusha, the aunty was pushing again and again. --------------------------------------------------------------- Suddenly, the aunty pushed harder. Anusha's small body shook behind me. Because she was already holding my waist tightly, her grip slipped slightly during the shake. Her hand moved lower by mistake. It slipped down under the loose part of my saree — near where I had tucked it into my petticoat. I felt a small jerk inside my body. A soft shock. Anusha's hand had slipped very close to my public hair area. --------------------------------------------------------------- Anusha realised it quickly. I could feel her body becoming stiff behind me. She tried to pull her hand back carefully. But before she could take it out properly, another sudden push came from behind. The aunty bumped hard. In that second, Anusha’s hand slipped deeper. Her hand went inside my petticoat. Her fingers touched the top layer of my panty. And brushed softly over the outer lips of my pussy. --------------------------------------------------------------- A strong shock passed through my whole body. I gasped softly, but kept my mouth closed. My breasts crushed harder against thatha’s back because of the push. Anusha also jerked back lightly, realising what had happened. She quickly removed her hand carefully from inside my saree. Her fingers came back up — and rested softly near my navel, above the petticoat. --------------------------------------------------------------- My heart was beating fast. My body was sweating more now. My petticoat had become little loose around my waist because of all this. I could feel it sliding slightly lower. But it was not falling — just loose, sitting on my hips. I adjusted my flowers carefully in my hands, pretending normal. Anusha was breathing slowly behind me. Her body was still pressed to mine softly. Her soft boobs brushing my upper back. Her hips pressing my backside lightly. Her hand stayed resting on my stomach, not moving anymore. --------------------------------------------------------------- The line moved again. Slowly, slowly, we reached inside the god room — the garbhagudi. The crowd became lesser. People were standing little apart now. There was more space to breathe. Anusha removed her hand carefully from my waist. She stood properly, holding her flowers neatly again. I let out a soft breath. Relaxed my shoulders. The cool air from inside the garbhagudi touched my sweaty skin softly. --------------------------------------------------------------- We moved forward. Folded our hands. Prayed silently. The oil lamps were burning bright. The priest was giving blessings loudly. I closed my eyes for a second. Asked the goddess for peace. Asked for strength. Asked for forgiveness. I opened my eyes. Anusha was standing next to me, head bowed, eyes closed, looking peaceful. --------------------------------------------------------------- We finished our prayer quietly. Walked out slowly from the inner sanctum. The crowd outside was still there, but now it felt lighter after praying. We smiled at each other casually. "Too much crowd today, no?" Anusha said, adjusting her dupatta. I nodded, smiling. "Yes... full pushing and sweating," I said softly, wiping my forehead once. We laughed lightly, both feeling little tired but happy. --------------------------------------------------------------- There was another small queue nearby — for prasadam. We looked at each other. Both smiling. We started walking slowly toward the prasadam counter. Our bodies still tired, but our hearts light like temple bells swinging in soft wind. --------------------------------------------------------------- We walked slowly toward the prasadam queue. The stone floor under my feet felt cool and rough. The smell of camphor, jasmine flowers, and hot oil floated lazily in the temple air. My saree was feeling loose at the waist. I adjusted it carefully with my left hand, pulling the pleats back into place. The cotton was sticking lightly to my stomach because of the sweat. I tucked it in tightly, but I could feel it. The petticoat inside had become loose. It was slipping lower on my hips. The knot must have loosened when Anusha’s hand had pressed during the push inside the crowd. I sighed softly inside. There was no way to tie it properly now. I just pulled my saree tightly over it and walked normally. --------------------------------------------------------------- As we waited quietly in the prasadam queue, Anusha glanced sideways at me. Her face was a little red. She bent her head down shyly, then looked up again. Her voice was soft and guilty when she spoke: "Sorry, Pavi... it's because of me na... your saree became loose." Her words were simple, but full of feeling. I turned my head slightly and smiled warmly at her. Her small ponytail was swinging softly behind her shoulder. Her cheeks were pink. Her dupatta was slipping down one side again. I smiled more and said gently: "No worry, Anusha. It’s not your mistake. Crowd was too much. Anything can happen in that pushing." She looked relieved. Her shoulders relaxed slightly. A small soft smile appeared again on her lips. --------------------------------------------------------------- The prasadam line was calm. No pushing now. Just slow quiet waiting. The soft chanting of mantras floated in the air from the loudspeakers. A small breeze moved through the temple corridor, lifting the edge of my pallu. I adjusted it properly across my chest. The cotton brushing against my damp skin sent tiny shivers across my waist. Within three minutes, we reached the prasadam counter. The old priest sitting there smiled with kind eyes. He placed pongal and sundal carefully on two small banana leaves. The pongal was steaming hot, golden with ghee smell. The sundal was soft white with mustard seeds. We took it carefully in our hands. The heat from the food touched my palms warmly. --------------------------------------------------------------- We looked around for a place to sit. Near a big stone pillar, there was a small shadowed corner. Cool and slightly hidden from the main crowd. We walked slowly there. Our bare feet touching the rough floor stones lightly. We sat down together, side by side. The stone was cool under my thighs and hips. It felt nice after all the sweating. I pulled my saree nicely over my knees. Adjusted the pleats. Anusha sat close enough that her shoulder lightly brushed mine now and then. --------------------------------------------------------------- We opened the banana leaves carefully. Placed them flat on the floor. The pongal smell mixed with the jasmine flowers tied on my bag. The air was warm, thick, slow. We started eating with our fingers. Breaking small bits of pongal, mixing little sundal, eating slowly. The sweet ghee pongal melted on my tongue. The salty sundal balanced it perfectly. Both of us were silent for some time, enjoying the food. Our arms brushed lightly sometimes while reaching for food. The cotton of my saree and the soft chudi sleeve of her dress touched naturally, casually. No hurry. No tension. Just slow, clean eating. --------------------------------------------------------------- After few minutes, Anusha broke the silence. She spoke very softly, almost like she was scared to say: "Pavi... your waist is so soft." I stopped for a second. A small smile climbed on my lips. I wiped my fingers slowly on the corner of my saree and turned to look at her. "Is it?" I asked, smiling lightly. My voice was casual, teasing. But inside, something small and curious moved in my chest. Anusha nodded shyly. She looked down once at the banana leaf, then up again into my eyes. Her voice was even softer now: "Hmm... When I was holding you... your waist felt so soft... I didn’t want to remove my hand actually..." she said, laughing a small guilty laugh. "But... I thought maybe you will get angry on me. So I pulled it back fast." --------------------------------------------------------------- I laughed lightly. The sound bounced softly against the stone pillar. My heart felt warm. "Why da..." I said playfully, wiping my fingers again. "You can touch now also if you want. You are like my sister." I said it casually, smiling. But my own words made a small heat rise inside my chest. Anusha’s eyes widened slightly. She gave a small laugh. But she looked nervous. She looked at my waist, then at my face again, checking if I was serious. I smiled more and nodded lightly. Giving silent permission. --------------------------------------------------------------- Slowly, shyly, she lifted her right hand. Her fingers came forward carefully. I turned slightly to help her. Lifted my loose pallu with my left hand slightly. Exposed my bare waist. The cotton petticoat was sitting low on my hips. My skin was slightly sweaty but warm. Her hand touched my waist softly. Her fingers pressed into the soft flesh gently. The warmth of her palm spread across my side. --------------------------------------------------------------- The touch was simple. But inside me, it felt like hundred small electric butterflies exploded. A slow sweet shock passed through my skin, through my belly, through my thighs. My mouth opened slightly, but no words came. Our eyes locked. Both our eyes widened — full of small soft shock. But we said nothing. The temple bells rang loudly somewhere far away. The mantras floated lazily in the air. But between us — only silence lived now. Heavy. Sweet. Floating. --------------------------------------------------------------- Anusha's fingers rested there for few seconds. Then she pulled her hand back slowly, carefully. Placed it back on her lap. I looked away softly. My waist was still tingling where she had touched. The stone floor felt colder suddenly against my hips. The air felt thicker around my skin. I adjusted my saree properly over my waist again, covering the skin softly. --------------------------------------------------------------- We continued eating prasadam silently. No words. Only the sound of slow chewing, slow heartbeats, and slow breathing. Our eyes met once again — soft, wide, shining. But we looked away quickly. Pretending normal. Acting casual. But inside? Inside both our bodies, something small and new had started to grow. ---------------------------------------------------------------
01-05-2025, 07:32 PM
Nobody noticed us sitting in the corner.
The temple was busy, noisy, but where we sat — it was quiet, calm, hidden behind the big stone pillar. The oil lamps were flickering gently. The soft smell of camphor and jasmine floated around. I sat cross-legged on the cool stone floor. My orange saree was pulled tightly over my knees. Anusha sat beside me, her green chudi pant brushing lightly against my saree cloth now and then. Our thighs touched softly. Cotton against cotton. Skin warmth passing through the layers. Both of us were eating slowly. Silently. The pongal was sweet and hot. The sundal salty and soft. My fingers were sticky with ghee. Her small hands were also shining slightly with prasadam oil. ---------------------------------------------------------------- As I lifted another small handful to my mouth, my eyes drifted to her face. I paused. A small single rice grain from the pongal was stuck just below her lower lip. Right at the corner. It was clinging cutely to her soft skin. I smiled gently. "Anusha..." I said softly, tilting my head. She looked at me. "There is something stuck on your lips," I said, pointing lightly. Her eyes widened slightly. She quickly tried to wipe it with her fingers — but she wiped the wrong side. The rice stayed there, stuck, stubbornly. I chuckled lightly under my breath. Without thinking too much, I leaned forward. My right hand lifted. Slowly, carefully, I touched her lower lip with my fingers. Brushed the rice grain softly. It fell down onto the floor. But in that small second, my fingers brushed her lips properly. ---------------------------------------------------------------- The feeling was different. Soft. Supple. Warm. Not like men's lips — rough or hard. Hers were so gentle. So delicate. For a second, I understood deeply — why men loved touching women’s lips. Why kisses meant so much. Because a woman’s lips carried a softness that could melt even strong hearts. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I pulled my hand back slowly. My fingertips still tingling softly. Without wiping my hand, I casually started eating again with the same fingers. The taste of prasadam mixed strangely with the memory of her lip's softness. Anusha sat quietly, eating small mouthfuls. Her face was slightly red. Her eyes were looking down at her banana leaf. But I knew she had felt the touch too. A small silent electricity floated between us now. It sat on the air. It sat on the stone floor. It sat between our thighs which were still touching lightly. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Our thighs were brushing softly through saree and chudi cloth. No hard pressing. Just a slow, innocent, continuous touch. But the cotton cloth was thin. And the skin warmth passed through easily. Each tiny movement of eating, each small adjustment of sitting, made the thighs rub lightly again. I could feel it. She could feel it too. Our bodies understood. Our hearts knew something had changed. But we didn’t talk. Not even one word about it. Only silence floated softly around us. ---------------------------------------------------------------- We finished eating slowly. Folded the banana leaves neatly. Placed them aside near the pillar. Anusha wiped her fingers on her dupatta corner shyly. I wiped mine on my saree end casually. We smiled softly at each other. Small, nervous, knowing smiles. ---------------------------------------------------------------- We got up carefully. The stone floor was cold under my bare feet. My petticoat felt little loose still, slipping slightly on my hips. I adjusted my saree once properly. Anusha stood close beside me, adjusting her dupatta properly over her chest. We walked slowly toward the temple main gate. The air was cooler now. The evening sky was becoming darker. Soft prayers floated behind us like a river. ---------------------------------------------------------------- We reached the sandal stand. The old man sitting there smiled toothlessly. We gave him our token and collected our sandals. I bent slightly, adjusting my saree nicely over my ankles. Slipped my feet into the soft slippers. Anusha did the same beside me. Our movements were slow. Careful. Full of small secret tension we both were hiding quietly. ---------------------------------------------------------------- We stepped outside the temple gate together. The street outside was calmer now. Few shops were closing. The roasted peanut smell still floated in the air. We started walking slowly back toward our apartment society. The footpath was dusty and cracked. Small soft breeze lifted the saree edge slightly. The sandals slapped lightly under our feet with each step. We walked side by side — our arms brushing now and then. Our shoulders bumping lightly sometimes. ---------------------------------------------------------------- As we reached closer to the apartment compound, the familiar security cabin came into view. The evening lights from the building windows shone warmly. The air felt different now. Heavier. Full of secret small feelings. We were nearing the security gate slowly. Our footsteps soft. Our breathing slow. Our hearts carrying small private storms inside. ---------------------------------------------------------------- As we walked slowly towards our apartment gate, I was feeling light inside. The prasadam taste still floated in my mouth. The soft temple bells still rang somewhere inside my heart. Anusha walked beside me — quiet, calm, her small dupatta swinging slightly with each step. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Without thinking, my fingers went to my ring. It was a small habit from many years. Whenever I felt happy, or dreamy, or thoughtful, I would play with the ring on my right hand finger. Now also, I slid the gold ring out slightly, so it was sitting loose on the tip of my finger. I started rotating it slowly between my thumb and index finger, feeling the smoothness of the gold, smiling to myself. The cotton pleats of my saree brushed softly against my legs when I walked. The soft evening breeze kissed my sweaty neck. The society gate was just a few steps away now. The familiar security cabin light blinked in the distance. ---------------------------------------------------------------- My eyes were floating in dreams, smiling at Anusha softly. I didn’t notice. Near the edge of the gate, a small stone was lying near the corner. My sandal caught on it. I slipped a little. Not a full fall — just a small sudden jerk. But it was enough. The loose ring sitting at my fingertip slipped out. It flew lightly from my hand and rolled quickly toward the side ditch near the corner. I gasped softly. My hand grabbed air uselessly. I watched helplessly as the golden flash disappeared into the ditch shadows. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Anusha stopped immediately. She turned toward me. "Pavi, what happened?" she asked quickly, worried. I stood there frozen for one second. Heart beating fast. "My ring," I said, voice low. "It slipped... it fell into the ditch." I looked down toward the dark small ditch. It was narrow and wet. Some dry leaves and mud were collected inside. Because of the weak evening light, I couldn’t see anything clearly. The ring had disappeared into the blackness. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I pulled out my mobile quickly. Turned on the torch. Bent down slightly. Shined the light into the ditch carefully. The torch light showed wet ground, dead leaves, small stones. But no ring. It had rolled somewhere deeper maybe. Or maybe hiding behind some small stones. I tried moving the torch left and right. But still no sign of it. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Anusha stood beside me. Bending slightly. Also looking carefully. Her ponytail brushed my shoulder when she leaned close. But I was not thinking about anything else now. Only fear was sitting in my chest. It was a gold ring. Almost 4 grams. Not small. If Kartik found out, he might get angry. Or scold me for being careless. I swallowed once. My throat felt dry. We both stood there, faces worried, bending toward the ditch, the torch light shaking in my hand. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Just then, soft footsteps came behind us. I turned my head slightly. It was Prakash. He had noticed us standing and searching. He came slowly behind us, wiping his hands on his uniform pants. He stopped a few feet away. Spoke politely: "Madam, what happened?" he asked, his voice soft and curious. His eyes shifted between me and Anusha, then looked toward the ditch area where the mobile torch was shining. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I straightened up slowly. My saree brushed softly against my legs when I moved. I switched off the torch to save battery. My heart was still beating fast. Anusha looked at me quietly, waiting for me to speak. The evening air felt heavy. The sky above was slowly turning black. The soft streetlights flickered above our heads. We stood there together — three people at the edge of the gate — one small missing ring pulling all our attention. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I looked at Prakash with a worried face. My heart was beating heavily inside my chest. I opened my mouth and said in a low, urgent voice: "My golden ring fell down... it rolled into this ditch exactly here." I pointed at the place with my mobile torch, showing him the spot where I had slipped. Prakash’s face changed slightly. He understood my worry immediately. Gold ring was not a small thing. Especially for a woman like me — who had simple small things in life — every piece of jewellery meant something. ---------------------------------------------------------------- He nodded quickly. "Mam, don't worry," he said softly. "I’ll check properly." I heard myself talking to him in a normal tone for the first time. No anger. No irritation. Maybe because Anusha was standing beside me. Maybe because I was too tired and worried now. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Prakash turned and walked quickly to the security cabin. We stood there waiting. The night air was cooler now. A small dog barked somewhere far away. I hugged my bag tightly to my side. My petticoat was slipping low on my hips still, but I didn’t care now. Only the ring was sitting in my mind. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Prakash came back in two minutes. He was carrying a big torch — thicker and brighter than my mobile light. He switched it on. A strong white light shot out from it, cutting the darkness easily. He bent down carefully, pointed the torch into the ditch, and started searching slowly. The beam of light moved left and right, over the dirty water, dry leaves, small stones. But no golden flash appeared. No sign of the ring. ---------------------------------------------------------------- After two-three minutes, he stood up and asked again: "Mam... exactly where it fell down?" His voice was still polite, but tired. My worry exploded inside me. I lost my temper little bit. I snapped at him: "I already told you! It fell exactly here! When I slipped on that stone, it rolled inside!" I pointed hard again, feeling angry and helpless. Anusha touched my arm softly, calming me. Prakash didn’t get angry back. He just nodded, bent down again, and started checking more carefully. ---------------------------------------------------------------- After few more minutes, he came back to me. "Mam," he said softly. "I will check every corner properly. Don’t worry." He stood holding the big torch near his hip. His uniform was slightly dirty from bending near the ditch. He spoke patiently: "Since it’s already night, it’s difficult to see everything clearly. I will check couple of more times tonight. If I don’t find, I’ll inform the association. Tomorrow morning, full light will be there, I will search properly again and find it." He paused, looking at me kindly. "If you want, madam, you can go home now. I’ll handle this and inform you," he said. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I stood there silently for one second. The night air pressed softly against my sweating neck. The streetlight buzzed faintly above. Anusha stood beside me quietly, her dupatta swinging lightly. Prakash stood in front of me, holding the big torch like a soldier, waiting for my answer. The small ditch lay silent at my feet, hiding my small golden dream somewhere inside it. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I stood there for one more small second. The cool night air touched my cheeks. My hand gripped my handbag tightly at my side. I looked at Prakash. His face was serious. He was still holding the big torch, waiting for my words. I gave a small tired smile. "Fine," I said softly. "Let me know if you figure out." Then after a small pause, I added: "Don’t worry... it’s my loss. I’ll manage it." My voice was simple, casual. Outside, I behaved innocent. Like a good madam, full of patience. But inside my mind? I was smiling wickedly. "My dog will fetch the ring and give it back to me," I thought quietly. I knew how Prakash would behave. I knew his eagerness. I was sure he would not rest until he brought the ring back to my feet. The thought made a small private smile flicker in my heart. But outside, my face stayed clean and worried. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I turned slowly. Walked away from the ditch. Anusha walked closely beside me. She placed her hand softly on my shoulder. "Pavi, don’t worry," she said gently. "We will get it somehow." Her voice was soft like butter. Full of simple affection. I smiled weakly, not saying anything. The slippers slapped slowly under our feet as we walked toward the lift. ---------------------------------------------------------------- The lift doors opened with a soft sound. We stepped inside together. Anusha pressed the '7' button. The light blinked faintly. The lift doors closed with a small thud. Inside the lift, the space felt small and private. The soft fan whirred above. The smell of temple flowers and prasadam still floated between us. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Without warning, Anusha turned toward me. She put her arms around my shoulders softly. Pulled me into a gentle hug. My face pressed lightly against her shoulder. Her soft chudi cloth brushed against my cheek. Her body was warm. Smelling faintly of soap and fresh cotton. I stayed silent. I didn’t move. I let my forehead rest softly against her shoulder. I closed my eyes once, just for a second. The small hug floated between us — silent, kind, sweet. The lift moved up slowly, humming. ---------------------------------------------------------------- The '7' light blinked. The lift stopped. The doors opened with a soft ding. We pulled back from each other naturally. No words. Only small quiet smiles. ---------------------------------------------------------------- We stepped out into the corridor. The night was silent. Only the sound of one far TV playing inside some flat. I adjusted my saree properly over my hips. Held my bag tightly. I turned to Anusha and said: "Come home whenever you are free, okay?" My voice was soft, inviting. She smiled sweetly. "Yes, Pavi," she said. She gave a small shy nod. Turned toward her flat and started walking slowly. I watched her for one second. Then smiled softly to myself. Walked toward my own door. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I unlocked the door carefully. Stepped inside. The familiar smell of home touched my nose. I closed the door behind me with a soft click. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Inside the hall, Arjun was sitting lazily on the sofa. TV was on. Some comedy serial was playing loudly. He was holding a glass of juice. Wearing a casual black T-shirt and grey shorts. When he heard the door sound, he turned his head quickly. The moment he saw me, his eyes widened slightly. His whole face changed in one second. From lazy to alert. He kept staring for a small extra second. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I stood there silently. Bag hanging from one hand. Saree pleats slipping softly over my ankles. The weight of the whole evening still sitting in my chest. The TV played loudly in the background. But between me and Arjun — a small new silence grew. ----------------------------------------------------------------
01-05-2025, 10:34 PM
(01-05-2025, 06:32 PM)yazhiniram Wrote: Some of you have asked about the taboo nature of the story, especially the relationship between Pavitra and Arjun. While there is no blood relation, we understand some may still feel uncomfortable due to the family setup. Dear so far the story is gong absolutely fine.. Sorry to be so blunt but don't listen to anyone... It's ur story so you have the right to write whatever you want.. If you keep listening to everyone, the story will go shelter skelter... You are the boss so you should rule... Thanks so much for such a wonderful story... ❤️❤️ 
02-05-2025, 12:02 AM
(01-05-2025, 06:32 PM)yazhiniram Wrote: Some of you have asked about the taboo nature of the story, especially the relationship between Pavitra and Arjun. While there is no blood relation, we understand some may still feel uncomfortable due to the family setup.Arjun is from her Hubby's side... So it does not matter...It is definitely not incest by a million miles...So please continue with what you originally had in mind :)
02-05-2025, 12:40 AM
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Dear Yazhini
Thank you very much for your response and clarifying the meaning of incest. It is very kind of you to reconsider the role of character Arjun in this story. This shows how much care you have for the concerns of your dear readers. Thank you for that!  I would personally prefer if Arjun could be some 'distant relative' or maybe like a 'college friend' of Karthik who wanted to help from him. There are many reasons as why many like me are a bit uncomfortable about Pavitra's relation with Arjun - Number 1, Arjun being the 'blood brother' of Karthik. In Indian families, siblings are also considered part of family and if a wife is fooling around with the family members of husband then that is considered as something very repulsive (for the lack of word for incest) and the story based on that specific scenario is not erotica at all and an 'Adultery story reader' would not enjoy it at all. Secondly, Pavitra is portrayed as woman of virtue! She is shown as a woman with very high regard, she is absolutely committed to her family, love her kids to death and devoted to her husband, (even when he's a wimp in bed), gave her hubby two kinds as a dutiful wife would, a woman of class who can be goddess just in a simple Saree. A woman of high moral standards but also stuck emotionally, trying to re-explore her sexuality as she deserves it rightfully! Such a woman with such high standards, must have an upper limit beyond which she'll not cross. So readers see her as a woman of virtue who will not cross any line that damages the sanctity of marriage. She's thought of woman who's smart enough that won't disturb her current arrangements in the marriage. She may consider adultery outside the marriage, but would not do anything inside the family! and especially would not do the immediate brother! That's the hard cap she won't cross! If she does that, then she's reduced to person with no value, no virtue, basically not good for her character development! The author has utmost freedom to write the story completely as per her wishes! But sharing some of the things that bother the readers especially if it needs urgent attention, can also help the author to understand the readers perspective better. And of course she's at total freedom on how she wishes to use this information and continue the story. Either way I totally respect her decisions. At the end of the day it's all about the experience of enjoying the story. Awaiting the next beautiful update dear ! Your big fan !
02-05-2025, 11:47 AM
I locked the door behind me softly.
The click sounded small and sharp inside the quiet house. When I turned around, I saw Arjun still staring at me. His juice glass rested forgotten on the sofa arm. His eyes were wide, open, shining. He smiled suddenly. "Anni..." he said softly. "You smell like jasmine." ------------------------------------------------------------- I laughed lightly. "It's not me da," I said, adjusting my bag strap. "It's the jasmine flowers." I reached behind my ear. Pulled out the small soft string of jasmine flowers. It was little crushed now, full of evening sweat and temple smell. Without thinking, I threw it playfully toward him. The flowers floated in the air like a small white cloud and landed on his lap. ------------------------------------------------------------- He caught it quickly with both hands. Lifted it to his nose. Smelled it slowly, deeply. Then he smiled cheekily. "This smells like you, anni," he said. His voice was soft but teasing. ------------------------------------------------------------- I laughed again. Pulled his leg playfully: "Oh... you know my smell also nowadays, ah?" He laughed shyly, looking down for one second, then looking back at me. His boyish face was full of small happiness. ------------------------------------------------------------- I smiled warmly. Kept my bag properly on the side table. Then, like always after coming back from temple, I closed my eyes for a second. Joined my hands softly. Prayed inside my heart. Thank you God. Protect my family. Protect my heart. Forgive my small sins. I touched my forehead with my fingers. Opened my eyes slowly. ------------------------------------------------------------- Then I moved toward the kitchen. The loose pleats of my saree brushed my thighs when I walked. My petticoat still felt little loose, sitting lower on my hips. The soft kitchen lights flickered warmly above. I tied my saree corner nicely at my waist. Started preparing dosa batter. ------------------------------------------------------------- I could hear Arjun's footsteps following me softly. He leaned casually against the kitchen doorway. Watching me. I poured the dosa batter on the hot tawa. The smell of hot iron and butter filled the kitchen air. The dosa batter spread round and thin under my hand. As I moved, I could feel it. Arjun’s eyes were stuck somewhere. I shifted slightly, adjusted my pallu across my chest. From the corner of my eye, I caught him. His eyes were moving shamelessly between the open pallu gap, the side curve of my blouse, the sweat shining softly on my neck. ------------------------------------------------------------- I smiled secretly. Without turning fully, I said in a soft teasing voice: "What are you looking at da?" I could feel his body stiffen slightly. He coughed once. "Nothing anni," he said quickly. His voice was guilty, boyish, soft. I laughed softly. Turned my head slightly, smiling wickedly. "You want me to feed dosa..." I paused, then added slowly, teasing more: "Or you want me to feed you?" ------------------------------------------------------------- His face turned fully red. He laughed nervously. I laughed too. Both of us remembered it at the same time — the card game night — where I had fed him with my boobs for one daring minute. The memory floated between us like warm mist. But we said nothing more about it. Just laughed softly. Let the sweet sin sit quietly between us. ------------------------------------------------------------- The dosa was ready. Golden, hot, crispy. I placed it on a plate. The old chutney from morning was still there — I mixed it lightly to make it fresh. We both sat at the small dining table. Eating dosa slowly. The chutney tasted cool and salty against the hot dosa. We didn’t talk much. Only small smiles, small soft chewing sounds, small stolen glances. The house was warm and soft around us. ------------------------------------------------------------- After dinner, we moved to the sofa. Sitting lazily. The TV was still playing. Some old comedy show with too much noise. I sat on one side, adjusting my loose saree nicely around my knees. Arjun sat the other side, his elbows resting on his knees, leaning slightly forward. The smell of ghee dosa and jasmine flowers floated softly between us still. The night moved slowly around our small secret world. ------------------------------------------------------------- The TV was playing loudly in the hall. Some boring comedy show. I leaned back against the sofa lazily, adjusting my saree properly over my legs. Arjun sat forward, tapping the remote in his hand. Suddenly, he changed the channel. Clicked to YouTube. Started searching. Within a few seconds, the soft tune of an old Tamil romantic song floated into the room. ------------------------------------------------------------- "Vaseegara..." from Minnale movie started playing. The soft voice of Bombay Jayashri filled the small living room. Slow, sweet, soft. The jasmine smell from my hair, the ghee dosa smell from the plates, and now this soft romantic song — everything made the air feel heavier, dreamier. The tune touched the walls. Touched our skin. ------------------------------------------------------------- Arjun smiled cheekily. He turned his head toward me. "Anni... let's play a game?" he asked sweetly. His eyes were twinkling like a small naughty boy. I looked at him sideways. Smiled knowingly. "I know your plans, sir," I said, laughing softly. "Better let's go and sleep." I teased him lightly, adjusting my loose hair behind my ear. ------------------------------------------------------------- He shook his head fast. "Anni... it's only 8:30 now!" he said, almost complaining. "Tomorrow no work also. Only going to check some rooms." I raised my eyebrow. "You already found a room right?" I asked casually. He grinned. "I want to explore more options, anni!" he said proudly. I chuckled. This boy. Never enough. ------------------------------------------------------------- I nodded slowly, smiling. "Fine," I said. "Let's play." I folded my legs on the sofa. "Cards?" I asked. "Or something else?" He lifted his eyebrows. "Cards, anni!" he said immediately. I smiled more. "Can we play carrom board instead?" I asked, half laughing. "Fine anni," he said, grinning, not minding. "But what are the rules?" he asked quickly, pretending innocent. ------------------------------------------------------------- I gave him a small long look. Pulled his legs softly. "I know what you are planning," I said. My voice was teasing. But inside, a small secret current floated. He laughed shamelessly. No fear. No hiding. Just full open laughter. Like a boy caught stealing chocolates from kitchen. ------------------------------------------------------------- I smiled back. Shook my head slowly. Then pointed my finger playfully at him: "Everything is fine... Until you stay in your limits." I said it with a mock serious face. He lifted both his hands up in surrender. "Promise, anni!" he said, still laughing. The soft song changed in the background. "Un Perai Sonnale..." from some old movie started playing now. The slow Tamil love words floated around us like a soft private blanket. ------------------------------------------------------------- The night sat softly around us. Two hearts, one small secret song, and an old innocent game getting ready to start. ------------------------------------------------------------- I stood up from the sofa, adjusting my saree neatly around my waist. The soft cotton brushed warmly against my legs when I moved. I went to the corner shelf near the hall window, searching for the carrom board. It was lying inside, tilted against the wall, covered with a light layer of dust. ------------------------------------------------------------- "Arjun, come da," I called him casually. He jumped up from the sofa immediately. Came near, smiling. He peeped inside the shelf. It was little deep inside. He scratched his head, thinking. Then suddenly he said, grinning cheekily: "Anni... can I lift you? You can reach and take it easily." ------------------------------------------------------------- I burst out laughing. "Mr!" I said teasingly. "Fetch the dining chair and get it yourself. No need to lift me!" I gave him a small knowing smile. He caught the meaning immediately. His face became shy, smiling. He nodded and ran off to the dining table. ------------------------------------------------------------- He pulled a chair carefully. Brought it near the shelf. Climbed quickly and reached inside. Within seconds, he pulled out the old carrom board. It was dusty and dull. I took it from him carefully. We placed it down on the floor. I took a soft cloth from the kitchen. Wiped the surface properly, blowing off the dust. The powder smell of old wood and chalk floated in the air. ------------------------------------------------------------- We set the board nicely in the center of the hall. Arjun sat on one side, folding his legs. I sat on the opposite side, adjusting my saree nicely over my knees. The soft romantic Tamil song was still playing faintly in the background. "Kanave Kanave..." floated from the TV speaker now. The house felt warm and cosy. ------------------------------------------------------------- Arjun smiled brightly. "Anni... you know how to play?" he asked sweetly. I smiled secretively. "You will see," I said, adjusting my bangles lightly. My mind floated back to old memories. During college holidays, we used to play carrom board at home — me, my brothers, cousins — sitting on floor mats, laughing and fighting for coins. I knew this board game very well. ------------------------------------------------------------- We set the coins properly in the center. Placed the red queen neatly inside the white circle. Arjun gave me the striker first. "Ladies first," he said, laughing. I nodded casually. Rubbed the striker lightly on the board, feeling the smoothness. Aimed. And shot. ------------------------------------------------------------- First shot. One white coin pocketed. Smoothly, cleanly. Arjun's mouth opened slightly in surprise. I smiled inside. Took another shot. ------------------------------------------------------------- Second shot. Another white coin gone. Then third shot — fourth shot. In three quick rounds, I had pocketed all my white coins and even captured the red queen properly. I smiled casually and leaned back. ------------------------------------------------------------- Arjun sat there, blinking. There were still four black coins sitting lonely on the board. His striker was untouched. He had not even played properly. He looked at me. Eyes wide. Mouth smiling helplessly. ------------------------------------------------------------- He understood fully now. He could not win against me. He could not give any dares to me. The first victory belonged to me. And now, it was my turn to give the first dare. A slow wicked smile touched my lips. The game had started. And the night was young. ------------------------------------------------------------- I sat cross-legged on the floor, adjusting my saree neatly over my knees. The soft cotton brushed warmly against my ankles. The carrom board was glowing softly under the yellow hall light. The coins were scattered from the last winning round. Arjun was sitting opposite me, smiling shyly, his fingers tapping the striker. ------------------------------------------------------------- I smiled slowly. Tilted my head. Asked casually, teasingly: "Tell me da... from that day... after the last game ended... what were you thinking?" I crossed my arms playfully, leaning slightly forward. My bangles clinked softly when I moved. ------------------------------------------------------------- Arjun scratched the back of his head shyly. His hair was messy from sitting and playing. He looked like a small college boy caught stealing sweets. He smiled a small guilty smile. Then spoke slowly, choosing each word carefully. "Anni..." he said. "I felt lucky." "I felt grown-up." "And... I felt good, anni." He paused. Looked into my eyes seriously. His voice became softer, respectful: "And on you... my respect grew so much, anni." ------------------------------------------------------------- I sat quietly, listening. The soft Tamil romantic song was still playing in the background, mixing with the slow whir of the fan. The way Arjun said it — not childish, not dirty — but full of clean, simple admiration. My heart softened a little inside. ------------------------------------------------------------- I laughed lightly to break the mood. "That's all?" I teased. "Good to hear da." I adjusted my pallu casually and added: "I thought you might have thought badly about me... like cheap or something." I smiled playfully. But inside, a small tiny fear peeked out. ------------------------------------------------------------- Arjun immediately shook his head strongly. His voice was firm. "No, anni! Never!" He said it almost like an oath. His face was serious, full of real feeling. "No bad thinking, anni... only more respect," he said again softly. ------------------------------------------------------------- I smiled gently. A small soft warmth grew inside my chest. A small relief. A small pride. I nodded slowly, accepting his feeling silently. The soft jasmine smell floated from my hair. The saree pleats brushed my thigh lightly as I adjusted to sit properly. ------------------------------------------------------------- I clapped my hands once softly. "Fine da," I said, smiling brightly. "Next round starts!" Arjun grinned. ------------------------------------------------------------- We arranged the coins again neatly in the center circle. Placed the red queen properly. This time, I gave him the first striker. "Your turn first," I said sweetly. He nodded seriously. Rubbed the striker on the side. Focused fully. ------------------------------------------------------------- I sat back slightly, smiling secretly. This time, I decided. I would go easy. Let him enjoy winning. ------------------------------------------------------------- He played seriously. Every shot was careful. His body was stiff with concentration. His lips pressed tightly together when he aimed. The striker flicked here and there. Coins started disappearing one by one. ------------------------------------------------------------- I played casually. Missed easy shots purposely. Smiled secret smiles when he pocketed coins. In just few rounds, he cleared his coins. The red queen too. ------------------------------------------------------------- He looked up at me, his face shining like a boy who found treasure. "Won!" he said proudly, lifting both hands. I laughed softly, clapping lightly. "Good da," I said. "First win!" ------------------------------------------------------------- Arjun's face was full of excitement. He rubbed his palms together mischievously. "Anni..." he said, smiling naughtily. "I want you to continue the same way where we stopped at last game." ------------------------------------------------------------- I blinked once. Paused. Raised my eyebrows slowly. Gave him a mock shocked look. "What?" my face asked silently. I tilted my head slightly, waiting for him to explain. My heart was beating a little faster. The night air pressed softly against my bare waist where the saree tucked loosely. The soft romantic song floated lazily behind us. And the carrom board sat silently between us — waiting for the next mad dare to begin. -------------------------------------------------------------
02-05-2025, 06:41 PM
Note:
I want to clarify something very important: This is not just a story of lust. It’s the journey of a woman — a wife, a human being — who is waking up to parts of herself that were left untouched/satisfied for too long. Yes, she shares intimate moments with her security/neighbour/brother-in-law (without others suspecting). But she knows clearly — it’s not love. It’s not romance. It’s just her body finally responding to touch, to desire, to life. Her heart still belongs to Kartik. Her soul is still tied to her children. And this difference — between what her body wants and what her heart values — is exactly what the coming chapters will explore. This isn’t just about pleasure. It’s about loneliness. About honesty. About the silence that many women carry inside, quietly, for years. So if you're reading just for heat — you’ll find it. But if you're reading for emotion, guilt, confusion, and quiet rebellion — that’s where the true story lives. This story is told entirely from Pavitra’s perspective, her point of view, and the brother-in-law relationship is an intentional part of her emotional and taboo journey. It’s not about shock — it’s about exploring real, complex human feelings that often stay unspoken in traditional setups. I’ve clearly tagged the story under Adultery and taboo in the first chapter, so readers can make an informed choice and most of the readers are fine with this, and some doesn't like I can understand that but I don't want to change the narration, I want to keep as it is. If the theme doesn’t suit your preference, I completely respect that — and I welcome you to explore other stories that match your comfort.
02-05-2025, 06:57 PM
He smiled awkwardly.
Then said in a soft voice: "Anni... I want... what happened last game... the last we did." His voice broke a little. His fingers were nervously tapping on the carrom board edge. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I leaned back slightly, resting my palms on the cool floor behind me. The soft cloth of my saree brushed against my back. I smiled lazily. I knew very well what he meant. ---------------------------------------------------------------- The memory floated freshly in my mind. During the last naughty game: One round before last — I had fed him, pulling his face to my left boob, letting him suck and kiss me for one soft minute. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Last round — He was standing fully nude, I was wearing only a panty, and I had given him a quick blowjob, then kissed him on his lips. ---------------------------------------------------------------- After that, my heart beating wildly, I had run away to the bedroom laughing, locked the door, leaving him standing broken and blushing. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I narrowed my eyes at him teasingly. Raised one eyebrow slowly. "So you want me to run and lock my bedroom door again ah?" I asked, pretending serious. My voice was soft, but the laughter was playing under it. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Arjun shook his head fast. "No no anni..." he said quickly. His voice was small, shy. He smiled, looking down at his fingers. He played with the striker nervously, spinning it slowly with one finger. Then looked up slowly. "Before that anni..." he said softly. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I leaned forward a little. The loose pleats of my saree slipped slightly from my knees. I gave him a small smile. "Hmmm... before that means..." I teased slowly, dragging the words sweetly. "You want me to kiss you now, ah?" I asked, blinking once at him. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Arjun laughed softly, shyly. Nodded his head once, his ears turning pink. "Yes anni..." he said in a very small voice. He smiled shyly without showing teeth. The boyish charm was dripping from his face. ---------------------------------------------------------------- But then he added quickly, almost whispering: "Same settings, anni..." ---------------------------------------------------------------- I lifted my head slightly. Smiled wider. "What same settings da?" I asked, pretending confusion. I adjusted my pallu neatly again over my chest, watching him quietly. The fan air moved my loose hair slightly across my cheek. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Arjun laughed shyly again. Scratched the back of his head. His palm made small rough sounds against his short hair. He didn't look into my eyes. He stared at the carrom coins. Then very softly, in a voice that could melt butter, he said: "Anni... you remember right... no clothes..." He finished the sentence very quickly, like he was scared to even say it fully. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I laughed immediately. A soft full belly laugh. My bangles clinked happily. My saree pleats shifted lightly as I shook with laughter. The small hall echoed with my sweet naughty laughter. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Poor boy. Wanting a nude kiss from his anni as dare — but dying with shyness while asking it! My heart smiled. My lips smiled. Even my whole body smiled softly. The warm jasmine smell floated between us. The carrom board sat silently, witnessing the new naughty wind rising between us. And the night waited patiently for the next madness to come. ---------------------------------------------------------------- The carrom board lay forgotten between us. The coins scattered loosely. The hall light burned softly yellow above. The fan hummed lazily. The smell of ghee dosa, old chutney, and my crushed jasmine flowers floated lightly in the warm air. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I sat cross-legged on the floor, adjusting the saree pleats properly over my ankles. The cotton brushed softly against my skin. Small sweat drops stuck between my thighs. The petticoat knot sitting loose below my navel still. I wiped my forehead lightly with the back of my hand. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I looked at Arjun, smiling sideways. Raised my hand slightly and said in a teasing voice: "Dei... no da... it was a game only last time... somehow went too much." I smiled lazily, playing with my bangles softly. They clinked like small temple bells. ---------------------------------------------------------------- But Arjun didn’t laugh. He smiled shyly, but nodded stubbornly. His eyes were shining. "Anni... rules are rules," he said, half laughing, half serious. "It's my dare. You have to follow it, anni." He folded his arms on his chest, trying to act serious, but his bare foot kept tapping the floor lightly in excitement. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I gave him a small lazy look. Lifted my eyebrow teasingly. Asked slowly: "You also going to be in same situation ah? Same... nude nude?" I dragged the words, teasing him. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Without even thinking one second, Arjun nodded fast. "Yes anni!" he said proudly. His face lit up like a small boy given ice cream. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I gave a small soft chuckle. Sat back, resting my hands behind me on the cool marble floor. The chill of the stone kissed my palms and hips softly. The loose cotton of my saree shifted slightly on my waist. The fan air moved my pallu slowly against my chest. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I was about to say something — But Arjun already moved. He grabbed the bottom of his black T-shirt with both hands. In one quick pull, he lifted it over his head. The cloth brushed his face softly as he pulled. His hair messed slightly. The T-shirt dropped onto the floor with a soft flop. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I gasped lightly. Laughed. Waved my hand quickly: "Stop da! Wait wait!" My voice was laughing but little panicking also. ---------------------------------------------------------------- He stood there — bare-chested. Chest breathing slowly. Small drops of sweat shining lightly under the hall light. His young skin stretched tight over his ribs and shoulders. Small soft muscles visible on his arms. Slim waist. Flat stomach. A thin soft line of hair disappearing into his pant waist. ---------------------------------------------------------------- He scratched the back of his head shyly. Smiled at me like an innocent thief caught. "What anni?" he asked, pretending innocent. His voice soft, melting. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I shook my head slowly. "It's too much da..." I said laughing. My bangles slipped softly down my wrist. The pleats of my saree slipped slightly on my thighs. My heart beat slow but heavy inside my chest. ---------------------------------------------------------------- But Arjun stood stubbornly. Feet wide on floor. Hands resting lightly on hips. His body shivering slightly under the fan air. But his face full of silent waiting. ---------------------------------------------------------------- He said again, softly: "Anni... it's my dare. It is what I want." His voice was serious but gentle. Like a boy asking his mother for second ladoo. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I leaned back more. The coldness of marble floor pressed against my hips and palms. My saree brushed my back slowly. I looked at him sideways. My mind floated here and there. Should I start? Should I make him beg more? Should I scold him? Should I smile and play? A slow naughty breeze floated in my heart. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I adjusted my pallu once more, covering my chest properly. I licked my lips lightly. Then smiled sweetly. Sighed softly. ---------------------------------------------------------------- "Okay da," I said casually. "I’ll be only in blouse and petticoat." I held the pleats of my saree softly with my fingers. "Only saree I will remove." I tilted my head teasingly. "Is that fine?" ---------------------------------------------------------------- Arjun stood blinking. His bare chest rising and falling softly. I could see the small calculation running behind his wide open eyes. His hands fidgeting slightly near his pant waist. He smiled awkwardly. Thinking. Debating. Wanting. Waiting. ---------------------------------------------------------------- The fan above hummed lazily. The slow Tamil song played lightly from the TV. Outside the window, a soft street dog barked once in the lonely night. And between me and him, only warm breath, slow heartbeat, and a forgotten carrom board sat silently. ---------------------------------------------------------------- The hall light glowed softly. The fan above turned slowly. The jasmine smell from my hair floated lightly in the heavy warm air. The carrom board sat silent and forgotten. Only the soft music from TV filled the room like a faraway river sound. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Arjun stood there, bare-chested, his shorts still hanging loose on his hips, his bare feet shifting slightly on the cool floor. He looked at me, smiling shyly. His voice came out, small and low, like a guilty college boy: "Anni... you're not following rules..." he said softly, half scolding, half pleading. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I sat there, adjusting my saree pleats slowly over my knees. The cotton brushed my thighs warmly. My heart beat slowly but heavily inside. My mind floated between right and wrong. Something inside me pulled back. But something inside me melted. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I looked at him carefully. This boy — for the last 5 days — had behaved like a gem. When I had my period pains, he had quietly helped. He brought me dinner. He didn’t trouble me. He spoke gently. He stayed like a soft small brother near me. ---------------------------------------------------------------- And now... he was standing there... asking like a child for a simple candy. His eyes were big and waiting. His hands were hanging loose, shyly. I sighed softly. A small smile touched my lips. Half mind agreeing, half heart still thinking. Finally, I nodded once. Slow. Soft. Heavy. ---------------------------------------------------------------- The moment I nodded, his whole body jumped with energy. His face lit up like a small temple lamp. The shy smile grew bigger and bigger. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I smiled softly. Sighed once more. Then said, teasingly: "Stand up first, da." ---------------------------------------------------------------- He stood up immediately, straightening his back. His hands fidgeted near his shorts. I smiled slightly more. I waved my hand once casually. "Remove your clothes first," I said softly. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Without wasting even two seconds, he grabbed the waistband of his shorts. Pushed it down in one fast move. The cloth brushed down his thighs and dropped to the floor. His knees looked strong but shaking slightly. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Then — in one excited rush — he hooked his thumbs under his innerwear. Pulled it down quickly. The soft cloth slid down his thighs like water. Fell near his ankles. ---------------------------------------------------------------- And then — his dick bounced free. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I blinked once softly. My lips twitched slightly. 7 inches — straight, clean, young. Clean shaved. Skin neat. No hair mess. I smiled secretly inside. He planned this properly. He prepared. He wanted this badly. ---------------------------------------------------------------- It looked like a small cute hotdog — standing proud, shivering slightly under fan air. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I tilted my head. Smiled playfully. Teased him softly: "You're not feeling ashamed da... standing like this in front of me?" My voice was teasing but soft. Not angry. Not cruel. Just playful teasing between two floating hearts. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Arjun laughed shyly. Scratched his head again. Didn’t say anything. Only smiled wider. His eyes looked everywhere except directly into mine. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I shook my head slowly, smiling. The bangles clinked gently on my wrists. The cotton of my saree rubbed warmly against my sides. ---------------------------------------------------------------- My hand moved up slowly. Softly. Without hurrying. Reached my left shoulder. Fingers touched the safety pin holding my pallu in place. The small cool metal pin brushed my warm skin. I undid the pin slowly. Felt it open with a soft snap. ---------------------------------------------------------------- The pallu slipped. Slid down my arm like water. The soft cotton fell from my shoulder. ---------------------------------------------------------------- My chest, covered only by my tight fitting blouse, rose and fell softly with each breath. The room air kissed my bare arm and neck where the pallu left me naked. The jasmine smell floated stronger. The fan brushed my damp skin gently. And Arjun stood there — bare, young, burning — watching me with wide eyes full of silent worship. ---------------------------------------------------------------- The soft yellow hall light kissed the warm air gently. The carrom board, the coins, the TV sound — everything faded from my senses. Only me and him — floating in a slow hot world now. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Arjun stood there — bare, young, breathing fast, his cock standing proudly, trembling slightly under the fan breeze. His eyes widened fully, drinking the sight of me — standing now only in blouse and petticoat. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I smiled secretly. Tilted my head slightly. My fingers moved casually to my waist. I gripped the tucked saree at my petticoat, where just two hours before, Anusha’s innocent hand had accidentally slipped in the temple crowd. The memory flashed for one second. A naughty secret inside my skin. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I pulled the saree slowly from the knot. The soft cotton cloth slipped out, whispered against my thighs, and fell with a small sound onto the marble floor. My feet stood bare on the cold stone. My skin prickled slightly from the coolness. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I stood now — only blouse covering my chest, and thin petticoat hugging my waist. The loose petticoat cloth fluttered slightly with my breathing. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I smiled at Arjun. Teased him lightly. "Can we continue like this da?" I asked, voice casual, teasing. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Arjun shook his head fast. "No no anni..." he said, almost whispering. His eyes were wide, his breathing faster. His cock bobbed slightly in air, moving with his heartbeat. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I smiled wickedly. Fingers moving slowly, I reached behind my back. My fingers touched the small metal hooks of my blouse. The soft cloth rubbed warmly against my fingers. I found the hooks. Slowly, I unhooked one. Then second. Then third. The blouse loosened softly. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I pulled the blouse slowly forward, peeling it off my sweaty back and arms. My bare shoulders shivered slightly under the fan breeze. I held the blouse in my left hand casually. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I moved my hand slightly. Dropped the blouse softly onto the floor — right in front of Arjun’s wide-open eyes. The soft cloth landed like a small sigh. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Now only petticoat and bra were on my body. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I smiled again. Moved my fingers to my waist knot. Untied the simple string holding the petticoat. The knot loosened. The soft cloth slipped from my hips, falling in a slow wave onto the pile of saree and blouse. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I was now standing in only bra and panty. My body breathing fast. My belly rising and falling. Small drops of sweat running along my spine. My hair loose and brushing my back. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I turned slightly. Moved my hand behind again. Fingers found the hook of my bra. I unhooked it softly. The elastic pressure released slowly. The fan air kissed my bare back warmly. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I pulled the bra straps down my shoulders slowly. Held the bra cups with my hand — pressing them against my breasts — hiding my nipples shyly. I covered my chest with my palm. My brown nipples pressed softly under my fingers, trying to peek out. ---------------------------------------------------------------- "Anni, no no!" Arjun said immediately. His voice came in a soft broken cry. "Don’t hide, anni!" he said. His voice full of innocent pleading. His bare chest rising and falling quickly. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I laughed softly. Teased him, smiling shyly: "No da... I feel shy..." I said, twisting slightly on my toes. My toes curled against the cool marble. The cotton pile of saree and petticoat brushed my ankles. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Arjun looked at me with open begging eyes. "See me, anni..." he said. "I'm standing without anything..." His cock stood tall, bobbing gently. His arms hanging loosely near his hips. His whole body trembling slightly under the slow fan air. ---------------------------------------------------------------- I sighed slowly. A soft breath escaped my mouth. Finally, I smiled. Slowly moved my hand away from my chest. ---------------------------------------------------------------- My breasts stood naked in front of him. Soft. Warm. Brown nipples already hardening. The fan air brushed them lightly, making them stiffer. The jasmine smell floated stronger now from my hair. ---------------------------------------------------------------- My eyes — without my control — slid down his body. ---------------------------------------------------------------- From his innocent wide eyes, to his bare sweaty chest, to his slim strong belly, to finally — his cock. ---------------------------------------------------------------- It stood straight, young, proud, burning. A small transparent drop already peeking at the tip. ---------------------------------------------------------------- My nipples hardened even more. The air between us turned heavy. Our breathing became the only sound now. The carrom board, the TV, the clock — everything else became dust. ---------------------------------------------------------------- It was just two hearts, two skins, two slow-burning fires, standing naked under one tired fan. ----------------------------------------------------------------
03-05-2025, 12:12 AM
(02-05-2025, 06:41 PM)yazhiniram Wrote: Note: I have already said this many times before and I say it again...You cannoy satisfy the masses... Stick to what you have in mind and go with it...readers who like it will hang on to you till the end...those who dont like it are free to go read thousands of other stories which are also posted on this forum... SO final line...just go with what you have in mind... clp); clp); clp);
03-05-2025, 07:38 AM
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Yazhiniram
Simple as that when a writer writes a paperback book and it's published, it's his/her years of thinking, writing and hardwork he/she has put into the book, while writing he/she does not think about the readers reviews, there are good/positive and bad/negative readers, after the book has been sold out, out of which there are people who take autographs on the book from the writer. You do your thing of going ahead with the story and plot what you have in mind don't bother and take unnecessary tension in your mind....... Just write it down and post there will be positive and negative comments, I like how the story/plot is progressing..... She's going to start cheating with one then two then three..... She want to be satisfied and will want to feel that satisfaction, but at the same time she does not want to be a slut... She is a home maker and she wants that image to be by her side her whole life...... Your story is good Your writing skills are good Your updates are regular What else would a reader want...... Don't take negative comments seriously..... Let the negative comments posters write what they want.... Let them move on if they don't like the story... You just keep writing what you have in mind and what you have written..... All the best for your story and to you.... Eagerly waiting for the next update...... One of your greatest fan
Val
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