An Innocent Beauty Continues Part2

[Deepak.kapoor]

I request that more readers leave comments, as it helps to motivate authors. More than 4000 views, but only three to four people have commented on this story. Also, I am planning to rewrite this story again to make it more rustic and suitable for indian environments .

[Deepak.kapoor]

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

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Meera's Inner Chaos

As Meera stepped out of the cinema hall and into the bright lights of the lobby, the intensity of what had just happened, of how far things had gone with Vikram, had shaken her to her core. She could still feel the heat of his touch on her skin.


Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the moment she had just experienced. How did I let it go this far? she thought, her chest tightening with each step. This wasn’t supposed to happen; she was meant to be in control, to use her seduction to manipulate Vikram and get him to trust her enough to delete the videos.



But as soon as his hands had been on her, something inside her had snapped, and she had been swept up in a wave of raw passion that she couldn't contain.


She glanced briefly at Riya beside her, looking equally disoriented. The sight of her sister-in-law, the fear and confusion on her face, twisted a knife of guilt in Meera’s heart. "What have I become?" the thought echoed in her mind, haunting her.


Meera felt a sickening swirl of emotions—anger at herself for losing control, disgust at how she had surrendered to Vikram's touch, and fear of what this meant for her. How could she have let herself feel anything?


Was it all part of the plan? Or was I using that as an excuse to give in? The question nagged at her. She had justified her actions as necessary, a means to an end. But standing here now, with the reality of what had happened sinking in, she wasn’t sure she could believe that anymore.


Guilt and shame washed over her. She thought she could play this game and control Vikram through seduction. But now, it felt like she had lost control. 


What terrified her most, though, was the idea that some part of her had liked the attention and had craved the intensity that Vikram brought out in her. She hated herself for it.


" This is not who I am," she told herself, clinging to that thought as a lifeline. She needed to be strong, not just for her own sake but also for Riya's.

[mindhunter11]

Good one…

[Anuragsiks]

Add some hindi slangs too

[doctor101]

Bro very small updates. Let's finish one full chapter per update please

[Deepak.kapoor]

Add some hindi slangs too

Already doing it in the next version of this Novel, but will come here later on.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Vikram’s Triumph and Feeling

As Vikram stepped out of the cinema hall, a self-satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He felt an undeniable rush of victory; he had won. Meera, rich, fair, faithful wife, so out of his league, had given in to him in ways he hadn’t anticipated, and that surrender left him feeling more powerful. He replayed the moments in his head—the way she had moved on his lap, the breathless way she had whispered his name. 


“I’ve got her,” he thought, his confidence surging. His gaze drifted over to her as they walked, noting how she kept her eyes down.


But with his triumph came a strange, unexpected feeling—a softening inside him when he looked at Meera now. She wasn't just an object of conquest anymore; how she had let herself go with him had struck a chord in him.
 

Maybe there's more to her ? he mused, watching the delicate sway of her sari as she walked ahead. For the first time, he found himself not just lusting after her but wanting to know her.


Vikram felt an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his chest as he recalled how she had looked at him during their meeting. There had been a flicker of something in her eyes, something he wanted to see again. Was it desire? Fear? Or perhaps... need? He couldn't quite place it, but the memory of it made him feel strangely protective.


He shook his head slightly, trying to clear his thoughts. No, don't go soft, he warned himself.
 

She's different, he thought, almost grudgingly. Yes, she had given in. It felt like she had chosen to let him in and let herself go with him, and that choice made all the difference in his eyes.


As they moved towards the exit, Vikram watched her with a new concentration. The thrill of victory was still there, but now it was mixed with a strange tenderness he didn’t quite understand.


Maybe... just maybe, he thought, there’s something more here than I originally planned.

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Meera Plan Revealed

Once they were back home, Meera and Riya fled to the privacy of Meera's bedroom. Meera sat on the bed, her hands nervously twisting a corner of her sari, while Riya stood near the door, her eyes wide and filled with confusion and concern.


Meera took a deep breath, knowing she had to explain everything to Riya. The young girl deserved to know what was happening and why Meera had acted the way she had. “Sit down, Riya,” she said gently, patting the spot beside her on the bed.


Riya hesitated for a moment before crossing the room and sitting down. Her gaze was locked on Meera, a storm of questions swirling in her mind, but she held her tongue, waiting for her bhabhi to speak.


Meera exhaled slowly, gathering her thoughts. "Riya," she began, her voice steady but strained, "I need to tell you everything. I know what you saw back there... what I did. It wasn’t how I intended things to go." She paused, her eyes searching Riya's for understanding. "I lost control, and I'm not proud of that. But I’m still trying to stick to the plan.”


Riya frowned, her confusion deepening. “Plan?” she asked softly. "What plan, bhabhi?"


Meera nodded, clasping her hands in her lap as she continued. “Yes, the plan. When I realized that Vikram and Arjun had those videos, I knew I had to find a way to get them to delete them. The only way I saw it was to get close to Vikram and make him trust me. If he thinks I'm falling for him, maybe I can convince him to get rid of the videos."


Riya’s eyes widened, and the puzzle pieces finally started to fit together. “So, that’s why you… Why you...” she trailed off, unable to find the words to describe what she had witnessed.


Meera nodded, her expression a mixture of determination and regret. “Yes. I knew I had to play along, to seduce him if that’s what it took to gain his trust. But, Riya...” She hesitated, looking away. “I didn’t expect to lose control like I did today. I went too far and let myself get caught up in the moment. That wasn’t part of the plan.”


She had been so shocked, even horrified, by what she had seen in the cinema hall, but now she understood. Her bhabhi wasn't just being reckless; she was putting herself through all of this to try and save them both. It was a dangerous, painful path, and Meera sacrificed her dignity to walk it.


“Bhabhi,” Riya said softly, her eyes filling with tears. “I... I didn’t know. I thought...” She choked on her words, guilt washing over her. “I thought you had just... given up.”


Meera reached out, taking Riya's hands in her own. “I would never give up on you, Riya,” she said firmly. “I’m doing this for both of us. I hate what’s happening and what I must do, but I need you to trust me. This is our only chance to make them let their guard down.”


Riya nodded slowly, a newfound respect for Meera blossoming in her heart. “I understand now,” she whispered. “You’re doing this for us... for me.”


Meera nodded, squeezing Riya's hands. “Yes, but it’s not easy. And I don’t know how long I can keep this up without losing myself completely.”


Riya wiped her eyes, her resolve strengthening. “I’m here with you, bhabhi,” she said, her voice trembling but filled with determination. “We’ll get through this together.”


Meera managed a small, sad smile. “Yes, we will. But you need to be careful. They’re watching us closely, especially now that they’ve seen how far I will go.”


The two women sat silently for a moment, the gravity of their situation settling over them.

[mindhunter11]

Amazing.. waiting for more intimacy

[Deepak.kapoor]

Meera's Sleepless Struggle

Meera lay motionless beside her husband, the thin cotton sheet barely covering her bare skin. The ceiling above was a blur of shadows, but her mind painted its own fevered pictures. Her breathing was shallow and uneven, every inhale laced with the heat of memory and the chill of shame.


The slow rise and fall of her husband’s chest beside her, his arm occasionally brushing hers in sleep, should have been comforting. But tonight, his presence only deepened the ache inside her. She glanced at him again—his face calm, innocent in sleep—and her stomach coiled with guilt.


He has no idea. No idea that hours ago, my body was answering to another man’s command.


She closed her eyes tight, trying to banish the flashbacks—Vikram’s fingers curling around her wrist, the possessive way his breath had ghosted against her neck, the boldness with which he had claimed her skin like he owned it. And worst of all… how her body had welcomed it.


Her thighs shifted unconsciously beneath the sheet. That wicked spark he’d lit in her still burned. She hated it—hated that it lingered. Even now, in the bed she shared with the man she loved, she could still feel Vikram's touch.


“It was supposed to be a tactic,” she whispered soundlessly. “Just enough to earn his trust, to get what we need.”


But she hadn’t just played the seductress.


She had become her.


And the woman who emerged in Vikram’s presence—that woman—was someone Meera didn’t recognize. A stranger who moaned at the wrong man’s lips, who arched into his grasp, who whispered things she shouldn’t have even thought.


She turned on her side, facing away from her husband, pressing her thighs together tightly.


“Why did I let it go that far?”


But she already knew. It wasn’t just strategy. Something inside her had wanted it-hungered for the danger, dominance, and reckless surrender. With Vikram, there were no rules, no structure—only heat and chaos.


Her fingers gripped the bedsheet.


She had always been composed. She had lived by control, planned, calculated, and been careful, but one afternoon in Vikram’s arms had shattered that composure like glass. And even now, the shards were cutting through her conscience.


“Am I losing myself?” she wondered. “Or am I finally discovering who I am?”


She hated that question.


She hated how part of her wanted to feel that way again. Her lips still tingled, her breath still quickened, and her core still pulsed with the echo of what he had awakened. It was a betrayal of her husband, of herself.


And yet… part of her lay awake, wanting more.


Was it possible to be two women at once—devoted wife and dangerous lover?


Could she still be who she used to be… or had Vikram unlocked a door she couldn’t close?


Tears stung the corners of her eyes, but they didn’t fall. She wouldn't let them.


“This is for Riya,” she reminded herself again, the mantra weakening in her mind each time she repeated it. “Get the videos. End his power. And then... forget all of this.”


But she knew she wouldn’t forget. The fire had already been lit, even if she never touched him again. It would stay with her, smoldering, hungry, waiting.


The guilt and desire warred inside her as the hours passed. She clenched her thighs tighter, curled into herself, and bit down on her lip one final time.


Sleep wouldn’t come tonight.


And tomorrow, she knew, would only be harder.

[mindhunter11]

Awesome

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Arjun's Demand for Meera

As the first light of dawn crept into the sky, Meera decided to take a quiet walk around the garden to clear her mind. She had barely slept, the previous day's thoughts still haunting her. The crisp morning air helped a little as it brushed against her skin, her thin nightdress doing little to shield her from the cold. 


It was a simple white dress that flowed down to her knees, soft material clinging gently to her frame. She wrapped her arms around herself to protect herself from the cold.


However, what she didn’t realize was that she wasn’t alone. Arjun, who had woken up early and was looking out a window, saw her through the glass. His eyes narrowed as he watched her walk, the outline of her figure clear through the light fabric of her nightdress. 


A surge of jealousy and desire coursed through him. The images of Meera and Vikram from the cinema hall yesterday flashed in his mind.

"Sab kuch toh Vikram ko hi milega kya?"
(Why should Vikram get everything?)


Resentment mingled with lust in his chest.

"Agar usko de sakti hai, toh mujhe kyun nahi?"
(If she can give herself to him, why not to me?)


Determined, he stepped outside, his footfalls silent on the dewy grass. He caught up to her at the garden’s edge.


Startled, Meera turned quickly. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw him—his gaze dark, hungry, and bold.


"Arjun, what—"


He cut her off. "Chaliye mere saath, Memsahib."
(Come with me, madam.)


His fingers closed around her wrist—not violently, but firmly enough that resistance was useless. Without explanation, he led her across the garden toward the side of the house. Meera stumbled slightly, her mind racing.


Where is he taking me? What is he planning?


The entrance he led her to was small and hidden. It was a rarely used storage room cloaked in shadow. Arjun pushed the door open and tugged her inside. The room smelled of dust and old wood, and faint light seeped through a small window high on the wall.


Once inside, he released her wrist and stepped back. His eyes didn’t waver from her, moving slowly, heatedly, from her face to the shape of her body beneath the clinging fabric.

"Kal aapne Vikram ko de diya, hai na?"
(Yesterday, you gave yourself to Vikram, didn’t you?)


His voice was low, tinged with both accusation and demand.

"Toh ab mujhe bhi wohi milega, samjhi aap?"
(Then now I’ll get the same. You understand?)


His words hung in the air, thick with intent.


Meera stood frozen, her heart thudding, every muscle coiled with tension.


Meera’s breath caught in her throat. She stepped back, pressing against the cold wall as the air in the small room thickened around her. Her voice, when it came, was low and shaky.


"Arjun, please... It's not what you think," she said, trying to sound composed. "We just... lost control for a moment. That’s all."


Arjun's eyes narrowed, his chest rising with slow, burning anger. "Not what I think?"

His voice dropped, darker now.

"Main sab kuch dekh chuka hoon, Memsahib." (I saw everything, madam.)

"Aapne kya kiya... sab pata hai mujhe. Aur agar usko de sakti ho, toh mujhe kyun nahi?"
(I know what you did. If you can give that to him, then why not to me?)


His gaze slowly raked down her figure, the thin white nightdress offering little protection from the hungry inspection of his eyes. His stare lingered on her breasts, where the fabric clung just enough to outline the curve beneath.


Then, lower down her waist, the dress lightly brushed her thighs. A flicker of a smirk touched his lips. 

“Aap toh waise bhi tayyar lag rahi ho.” (You already look ready.)


Meera felt the heat rise in her chest from a simmering mix of fear and anger. The shame of being looked at like that made her insides twist.


"I don’t owe you anything, Arjun," she said, lifting her chin as her hands curled into fists at her sides.

"Jo kuchh Vikram ke saath hua... uska yeh matlab nahi ki tum bhi maang sako wohi."
(Whatever happened with Vikram doesn’t mean you get to demand the same.)


Arjun’s eyes flashed with irritation at her defiance. His jaw clenched, and he stepped closer. She could feel the heat of his body now, the space between them rapidly disappearing.


"Inkaar ka koi haq nahi hai aapko, Memsahib," he growled. (You have no right to say no, madam.)


His fingers brushed her arm, possessive and testing.

"Aap bhool rahi ho... mere paas bhi taqat hai. Vikram jitni hi."
(You’re forgetting—I have just as much power as Vikram.)


His touch wasn’t harsh, but it burned. Meera’s skin prickled, a warning shooting through her spine. Every instinct screamed at her to stay calm, to navigate this moment carefully.


"Arjun, Suno..." she said softly, her voice trembling but steadying with each word. You won’t get what you want like this, and I can’t give it to you this way.


His eyes moved slowly over her, taking in the parted lips that trembled with defiance, the swell of her breasts visible through the clinging nightdress, and the smoothness of her bare legs that the hem barely managed to cover.


"Yeh tanav... yeh kampan... iss badan mein darr kam hai, aur kuch aur zyada," he thought.
(This tension... this trembling... it feels less like fear, and more like something else.)


He watched her chest rise again, slowly, as if she was trying to calm herself. His eyes dropped lower.


"Yeh kapda toh sirf naam ka hai... bas ek baar haath lagane ki der hai,"
(This fabric is only for namesake… just one touch is all it’ll take.)


She was trying to be strong, trying to stay in control. But Arjun didn’t care. Every flicker of resistance only seemed to fuel him more. Her clenched fists and straightened back made the fire in him burn hotter.


"Why should Vikram get that taste, that surrender, and not me?" he thought bitterly. "She let him in. She’ll let me too."


His voice dropped to a whisper, dangerous and final.


"Nahi, Memsahib... ab main naa nahi sunne wala."
(No, madam… I’m not taking no for an answer.)


And then he stepped forward, closing the last inches between them. Without waiting for her response, Arjun lunged forward, his arms locking tightly around her, the embrace forceful, almost crushing.


Meera gasped, her body stiffening instantly as her breasts pressed hard against his chest. The contact was too sudden, too close. Her breath hitched, her thoughts scrambled. She felt caged in his hold, her feet barely steady on the floor.


"Arjun, ruko!" she gasped. (Arjun, stop!)


But he didn’t.


With a grunt, he adjusted his grip, his hands sliding to her hips. In one swift motion, he lifted her off the ground. Her legs dangled in the air for a split second before instinct took over—she wrapped them around his waist, more to steady herself than anything else.


His mouth crashed onto hers, rough and urgent. Meera turned her head, trying to avoid him, but he followed, his lips dragging along the side of her neck. His breath was hot, his movements hungry.


“Ab aap nahi bach sakti,” he growled near her ear. (You’re not getting away now.)


His grip on her hips tightened as he pulled her closer, his body flush against hers, the intensity making her heart pound with panic.


Meera pushed hard against his shoulders, trying to create space. "Arjun, no! 


Yeh sahi nahi hai!" (This isn’t right!)


Her voice trembled, but her will did not. His mouth kept moving down her jaw, her throat, leaving behind rough, biting kisses that made her flinch.


“Mana nahi kar sakti aap,” he hissed, his voice dark and shaking with want. (You don’t get to refuse me.)


But Meera’s mind was clear now, sharpened by fear and anger. She couldn’t let him cross that line.


"Arjun, meri baat suno!" (Arjun, listen to me!) she said, louder this time, her tone edged with authority.


"Yeh raasta galat hai. Agar tumhe kuch chahiye, toh pehle yeh sab band karo."


(This isn’t the way. If you want anything from me, you must stop this now.)


Her voice echoed in the room, firm and final, as she fought to bring him back to reason.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Already doing it in the next version of this Novel, but will come here later on.

Added a Little in the last post.