Adultery Love Sex And War Part 1 : Age Of Darkness

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                               CHAPTER 18

Sonarika was woken up in her short nap by the announcement of the pilot that they will be landing shortly. She looked out the window of the airplane to see the green surface of Jabalpur coming into view. Her heart was slowly racing , her mind going through a series of flashbacks and turmoil. This is the very place the chaos in her mind began. She has never found complete peace in her mind ever since , the place that ruined her. And yet , returning here brought a strange thrill in her. As the plane landed on the runway and made its taxi to the gate , she was feeling something building in her. As if her pulses were in rapid movement or her blood pressure rising and falling in short bursts as she walked out of the plane to the arrival deck with her luggage. As expected , a driver holding her name tag waas standing in the deck to escort her to a deluxe Mercedes Benz E-Class.


Sonarika noticed the BajajCorp logo on it and guessed this was probably Vikram's personal car. As the car was cruising away from the airport to the Jabalpur city view , Sonarika was able to enjoy the scenic view unlike last time where she arrived in the evening. She could not help but reminisce that night as it was embedded into her mind and body with this place. It took nearly an hour but they eventually arrived at the outskirts of Jabalpur where the mighty GOLDEN WORLD hotel stood. Sonarika was impressed with its stature now as when it was inaugurated , it was only a single building standing luxury hotel. Now the place had grown to a multiple structured grand exotic hotel.

The moment Sonarika stepped into the opulent lobby of The Golden Dream, her breath caught. The soft golden lights, the scent of lilies and sandalwood, the same reception desk, all flooded her mind with memories of that fateful night. It was here—beneath this very chandelier—that she had met Vikram as more than a client, more than a name. A tension began building in her chest, not of fear, but anticipation. She clutched her clutch tighter, steadying herself as the concierge smiled and guided her toward her suite. There was no sign of Vikram, and that somehow made her more restless.

Vikram had kept his word. His PA had arranged everything, right from airport pickup to her suite's welcome platter. Not once did she see him, though she felt him in every corner. The room bore his signature: minimalistic, elegant, and layered with hidden warmth—just like him. The room was smaller than the massive suite Vikram has on the top floor. While lying on the bed she looked at the ceiling and her mind tried to recreate the bigger ceiling of that suite in her room. She felt the fabric and texture of the bed trying to imagine lying on the same bed where they tangled in sheets and fire that night, she was already loosing her control , Vikram was in her mind and soul at this moment, her heart beating louder than the soft hum of the AC. As she was taking bath in the spacious bathroom of her hotel room , her mind again painted Vikram's imagery, pulling her into memories of whispered moans, urgent kisses, and the rough silk of Vikram’s touch.

Once she was out of the shower. She looked at her mangalsutra. That was the moment the guilt in her wavered. Images of Hemant and Karan tormented her , a part of her simply wanted to leave and return home and be done with this. But more than that guilt , she was overwhelmed by the bond she has formed with Vikram , and the environment where she was fuelled her connection with Vikram. With a painful nudge , Sonarika placed her mangalsutra into her bag as if transforming herself into a different woman. And she had to because Rachika is unaware about her marriage status. In a way , it was as if she was putting her identity as a wife and mother away for some time. Here she wasn't that woman anymore. She felt familiar to her teenage times at this moment here , as if she had no burden in her shoulders , no responsibilities to follow , a freedom that was liberating. 

By evening , she dressed up and met some of the old friends she's made during their Manali trip , Sonarika wore a green saree. It didn't help hiding her milfy curves but she didn't care anymore , instead she was proud of how she has maintained her body despite going through motherhood. What followed was talk about old times , catching up on the gaps since the last meeting. Gossips and giggles covered their conversation after which one of the woman enquired.

"Where is Vikram BTW?"

"He is with his sister Anjana , she too is attending the marriage"

Sonarika thought he ignored coming to the hotel for her , turns out he is doing it to spend time with his sister. That is until a commotion was heard in the entrance area of the hotel. Vikram had arrived with his sister Anjana. Sonarika could see the striking resemblence between them , Anjana had some of the same features of Vikram like his eyes and everything but she was fairer. She presented herself much better , showing her stature as a big businesswoman.

Vikram looked at his best yet again wearing a satin white shirt and black slacks to compliment it. He led his sister to meet and greet the guests arrived for the marriage. Eventually they came towards Sonarika.

"Anjana...this is Soni....I mean Sonarika....this is Sonarika"  Vikram said embarassed with his words.

"Awww....nice to meet you Soni I mean Sonarika" 

Anjana teased Vikram as she shook Sonarika's hand. Vikram felt embarassed as he moved away from both of them. Anjana giggled at her brother's situation. She soon interacted with Sonarika.

"I always enjoy seeing him blush" Anjana explained.

"Vikram and blushing?"

"Oh , he does when he is with someone he deeply cares"

"You mean me?"

"Who else could it be?"

"I think you've mistaken"

"You know he never admits what he did with you as a mistake"

Sonarika was stunned by the revelation that Anjana is aware of Vikram's affair. She had to take a couple of seconds to comprehend that revelation.

"You mean , you know about us?"

"Yeah , Vikram told me , months ago"

"He told you everything?"

"Yes indeed , and I can understand your situation"

"Situation?"

"I get it , my brother , he can be a little 'overwhelming'. But his heart is in the right place , if he says he doesn't mean any harm , he genuinely means it. Why do you think he is ignoring you right now"

"Ignoring?"

"Precisely , Vikram was stopping me from visiting the hotel , he wouldn't tell me but I learned that you were here and he was keeping the promise he gave you to stay away"

Sonarika was lost in words from Anjana's revelation. Anjana was called up by her friend and she walked away as Sonarika moved to the lobby area to see Vikram standing in the distance. Vikram was there at the entrance, graciously greeting guests, every inch the charismatic hotelier and business magnate. Their eyes met—briefly—and what passed between them was not nostalgia. It was heat, suppressed and flickering behind restraint.

She watched as Vikram stayed in the periphery, chatting with other guests, ensuring everything ran smoothly. He did not approach her once. The restraint should have comforted her. Instead, it gnawed at something inside her. The awareness of his proximity was a constant throb beneath her skin.

A grand dinner was held at the main hall , Sonarika got the chance to stay close to Anjana. As they finished dinner , they got the chance to talk when they were in the private patio together.

"I wanna thank you Sonarika" Anjana said.

"Thank me for what?"

"For finally fixing my brother"

"Fixing?"

"Yeah, you know. Ever since Sarika , I had lost all hope. He was like a robot when he lost her , he was a cripple , a statue. My biggest regret in life was that he wasn't in his best happy form when my marriage happened. He was happy , but he was grieving. All of that changed when you came into his life"

Sonarika felt tremendous guilt. Anjana believes Sonarika fixed him and that there is a notion of her being with Vikram in the future. Sonarika could not accept that , her life was getting complicated than it was used to.

"But Anjana....me and Vicky....its not..."

"I understand. What you both have is....complicated. Crazy part is he understands that too , but regardless , I am just saying I can see a sister-in-law in you. And you don't have to take my words seriously. I am just saying for the sake of it. But I am confident you will make a wise decision"

"How can I.....I mean...after what you just said"

"Relax Sonarika , I am just saying. You don't have to take my words seriously. What you both have , I get it , its complicated. But these kind of things happen in our circle"

"Are you saying you're willing to accept me despite of my marriage?"

"No , absolutely not. Our country is not that developed to turn marriage into something like that Sonarika. I am just saying that your past doesn't matter to me. What I see is Vikram is at his best and most human when he is around you. And if you see a future with him , I will be there to welcome you with open arms"

That conversation led Sonarika into shambles. She never comprehended a thought like that , she knew she had influenced Vikram to be a better person. But here , his sister is basically willing to accept her as part of family considering she leaves her current life behind. That disrupted her mind for the night. She could not find sleep so she wandered in the garden at the backyard of the hotel at night. The night was very chilly than usual and it was definitely cooler in temperature than in Mumbai. Her mind was in constant ruckus , comprehending her life choices. At one moment , she cursed herself of ever getting close to Vikram , while another moment , she wished she was never married and Hemant was never in her life so her decisions regarding Vikram would've been clear.

But that only created another loophole in her , understanding how both the men are connected in life. Because without Hemant , Vikram would've never happened. She remembers the reason she lost her control near Vikram even though was because of his charm , but some was also because of Hemant's weakness. Vikram blitzed into her life when Hemant was at his lowest , the memories of Matheran felt like an omen. And then Vikram walked in and swept her off the feet and then things took the turn for the worse when Hemant started to fix himself up. That is where her turmoil began. Her bridge between two men forged in the chaos.

And now after hearing Anjana acknowledging her as a sister-in-law. It only made her situation worse , her inner turmoil only boiled her heart. As she was suffocating in that tension , she saw someone approaching her. It was Vikram.

"Hey , couldn't get any sleep?" Vikram asked concerned.

"No , not exactly"

"I understand your situation"

"Actually I don't think you do"

"What?"

"You revealed about us to your sister?"

"I didn't. She just got suspicious from my change and enquired behind my back to find my recent outings"

"And so she learned about me?"

"No , she couldn't find you. Only got aware of a mysterious lady in my life"

"Then how did she know about me?"

"Well , I told her. Her questioning got really frustrating. And I had to put a stop"

"Fabulous job Mr.Millionaire. Now she is ready to accept me as her sister-in-law"

"WHAT? She said that?"

"Obviously she said that"

"Now I see why you can't get sleep"

"I am relieved"

"You don't have to take this seriously Soni. Anjana , she is that kind of woman. She was just teasing you , not serious about it"

"I don't know. Her words , its haunting me"

"Then don't consider it your reality. She was taunting you the same way she taunts me. I understand you Soni , and I can assure you. I will respect your space , I'll relocate Anjana from this hotel from tomorrow"

"Don't need to do that"

"No , its necessary. Right now , my only concern is your stay here goes soothing. I've done enough damage to your life , this time I will try to fix it"

"Vicky"

"No more words Soni. Go to your room , sleep well. Rachika will have lots of fun things for you to do tomorrow at the Haldi ceremony. That will take the attention away from us"

Saying that Vikram left. Sonarika once again felt deeply connected to him realizing how he was doing everything in his power to make her comfortable. To make her feel her stay here is as normal as any other. But this hotel gave her all the wrong scenarios to think considering how she felt weak here. As she eventually reached her hotel bed and slept , she had a tough time to bring in the sleep. But once it did , she was in a dream. 

In that dream , Vikram was kissing her passionately. She was loving every second of it. But as her eyes came into focus on where she was. She felt the unease rise as she wasn't in the hotel room anymore. She was at her home back in Mumbai.

"What the hell"

"Relax Soni , its us for now"

"We're in home"

"Don't worry , Hemant has taken Karan for an outing. We have an hour to kill"

Those sentences awoken Sonarika from her sleep. She was sweating as she walked to the nearby table to drink some water. She had a hard time getting some sleep for the night.

The next day , the haldi ceremony was a blur of marigold and laughter. The courtyard bloomed with marigold canopies. Rachika, the bride, sits on a cushioned platform, surrounded by women singing folk songs.

Guests smear turmeric on her cheeks and arms, laughter everywhere. Her groom Jayesh is beside her being attacked with turmeric by his friends.

Sonarika wore a yellow saree to match the Haldi theme with jasmine in her braid, she watched the celebration from the side. Eventually she was pulled into the swarm of women singing folk songs , she applied her portion of turmeric on Rachika as they shared warm compliments and embraces.

Vikram arrived at the venue, dressed casually in a white kurta-pajama. He greets other guests but avoids Sonarika's gaze. Sonarika was intrigued by his dress choice. She hated that dressing style on Hemant. Maybe it was because she has seen Hemant in that outfit for over a decade. A simple white kurta and its matching pyjama. She hated that dress , but for some reason , it looked different on him.

She then thought about something and then walked up to Rachika and the other women and talked something in secret. All of them giggled and then worked together to execute their plan. As Vikram was standing alongside groom Jayesh and some other male guests. The women went to the upper section of where they were standing and toppled a large bowl worth of turmeric water into all of them. Vikram's entire costume changed color from white to yellow. The girls laughed as the men faltered to recover from their messy clothes and wet bodies.

The ceremony took effect in full swing and Vikram started to enquire who was behind this prank. As Vikram was applying haldi on Rachika , she revealed Sonarika's name behind their prank and this made Vikram grin.

He eventually got a chance to talk to her as she was walking with some of the females. Vikram grabbed her and led her to a secluded spot.

"So this was your idea" Vikram said acting jokingly angry.

"Definitely"

"Why did you do this?"

"Its a haldi ceremony. And besides , you wore a costume I abhore in my life"

"What a kurta?"

"This white kurta pyjama haunted my married life for almost a decade. I don't like my boyfriend to haunt me with this"

At that moment , it felt like everything stopped. Sonarika too was stunned at herself for the choice of words she used. Vikram looked at her with a deep stare.

"What did you call me? I am your boyfriend?"

"It was just a slip of tongue"

"Was it though? Or did you just feel safe enough to confess"

"I should go"

Before Sonarika could leave , Vikram grabbed her and rubbed his body on hers. rubbing his essence of turmeric into her. As they got close , their pulses quickened. Vikram realized they were dangerously close but he couldn't move away. Both could feel each other's breaths. But eventually Vikram separated , leaving Sonarika as she stared back at him with baited breaths. He didn't say a thing and walked away. 

And from that moment , Sonarika's pulse were on high level. Everything single moment they've spent with each other flashed through her mind like a slide show. He was truly intoxicating for her.

As Sonarika sat in the backseat of the cab taking her from the haldi ceremony back to the hotel, she couldn’t stop her fingers from trembling. Her yellow saree, still damp with turmeric, clung to her skin—marked now not only by the golden hue but by the electric memory of Vikram’s touch. It hadn’t just been a prank gone wrong. It had been a trapdoor opening beneath her carefully structured world. When he had pulled her aside, his eyes aflame with mischief and confrontation, she had expected banter, maybe mild scolding. What she hadn’t expected was her own lips betraying her—calling him her boyfriend like she used to. The word had slid out like a sigh long held in, and when he heard it, something shifted. When his body pressed into hers, when the turmeric on his kurta smeared into the pleats of her saree, it wasn’t just color that spread between them—it was the fire of something unfinished.

And now, alone with her thoughts, Sonarika could no longer resist the flood of memories that tore through her. She remembered the first time they confessed their relation together—back in Vikram’s place in Galaxy Apartments. The sterile silence of the space had been shattered by their heat. He had pinned her against the glass window, the city lights twinkling beneath them like stars blessing their sin. Every kiss had been a war cry, every touch a rebellion against the lives they were supposed to live. There had been no hesitance then, only mouths finding skin, fingers grasping hair, and a desperate need to lose themselves in each other’s rhythm. It had been dangerous. It had been wrong. And it had been so achingly right.

Then came Bali. A trip that was supposed to be their secret paradise which abruptly stopped thanks to Vikram's stupidity. She remembered the way the sun poured over Vikram’s bare chest as he walked out of the pool, droplets glistening on his skin. They had made love in that spacious room, surrounded by candlelight and the chirping of cicadas, her body melting under his like wax under a flame , forgeting her real life and living the moment with him. Under the moonlight, he had carried her into the pool, their clothes half-clinging, half-forgotten. That night, he whispered he could leave everything for her and confessed his love. She couldn't answered him then , even cannot now. 

Her mind jumped next to that wonderful pond in the forest the next day on that Bali trip. They’d found a hidden glade where a natural spring bubbled into a still pond. The water had been cold, but their kisses had burned. She remembered being lifted into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist as they kissed in the shallows, surrounded by nothing but rustling trees and the heady rush of stolen time. That pond had witnessed a sacred, silent pact—one hidden from her own real life by returning to her world of responsibilities and nurture for her husband and her family.

And then there was the night off the Mumbai coast—on board the 'Voyage Of Love' that changed her perspective of Vikram. The city had disappeared behind them, and all that remained was moonlight, music, and madness. She could still feel the wine on his lips, the way the wind had tangled her hair as she kissed him on the deck. The night she herself lost all her control. They hadn’t made it to the bedroom; their passion had erupted right there on the cushioned bench, she was willing to let it all go , but it was him who saved her from going further. That uncontrolled kiss had lingered the longest, stayed with her even as she tried to rebuild her life. He was becoming an addictive drug.

Now, in the silence of the car, as the hotel neared, Sonarika felt her composure unravel. The heat of turmeric was nothing compared to the heat rising from within. Every memory she tried to lock away had returned, insistent, burning. Vikram hadn’t just stirred an old wound today—he had reopened a door she’d once nailed shut. And as much as she told herself she was walking away again, something deep inside her was melting. Wanting. Longing. Rekindling.
 
That night , Vikram didn't come to the hotel , neither did Anjana. When she enquired with one of her friends among the guests , she learned Vikram had arranged a stay for his sister and himself in the city. She appreciated the commitment he had of not doing the same dance with Sonarika. But even Sonarika knew their resistence was dwindling as that familiar chasm of deep pleasure that bonded them to each other was slowly opening up again.


The next day , the sangeet ceremony of Rachika and Jayesh was in full bloom at the grand lawn of their wedding venue, its canopy strung with fairy lights and jasmine garlands, the stage alive with thumping beats and bursts of laughter. Guests swirled in colorful lehengas and kurtas, their spirits elevated with wine, dance, and anticipation. Amidst all this, Sonarika made her entrance, her silver lehenga glimmering under the chandeliers. Her look was radiant and poised—every pleat in place, her kohl-rimmed eyes betraying a hint of anxiety. She hadn’t expected to feel this warm rush again, not after yesterday's emotionally stirring encounter with Vikram.

Vikram, already by the bar when she walked in, turned instinctively, as if the air had shifted. His silver-embroidered sherwani matched hers by strange coincidence—or maybe fate was playing a slow trick. For a moment, the music, the laughter, the clinking of glasses—all faded. All he could see was her. He took a sip of his drink, masking his smile, and braced himself for the wave of feelings rising again, threatening to sweep away months of careful restraint. They hadn’t spoken properly since yesterday’s electric moment—just brief, loaded glances. But now, under the spell of celebration, something inside him was ready to erupt.

As the DJ switched the mood, the opening beats of “Dhindhoora Baje Re” pulsed through the speakers. The crowd roared in delight, and almost instinctively, a group of friends dragged Vikram onto the dance floor. Known for his charismatic moves, he didn’t resist. His body flowed effortlessly to the music, his expressions teasing, bold, playful. And midway through, his eyes caught Sonarika’s—hesitant, smiling faintly, battling caution. He extended his hand towards her with a grin that was half a dare and half a plea. The crowd cheered louder.

Sonarika’s feet hesitated, but the pull was undeniable. She placed her glass down and walked towards him, each step in rhythm with the beat and her quickening heart. As their bodies found the music together, the old rhythm returned like muscle memory. She couldn’t help but remember that time in Mumbai—when they'd set the stage on fire during the TANISHQ Founder’s Day. That chemistry, that madness, that comfort. Her silver dupatta twirled in sync with his spins; their eyes never strayed from each other. The crowd clapped and whistled, but to them, it felt like they were dancing in a bubble no one else could penetrate.

Then, just as the final chorus rang out and Vikram spun her one last time, his gaze fell on the delicate pendant resting at the hollow of her throat—two small birds in flight. His breath caught. He had gifted that to her on her birthday,  something he had kept in his posession since their Bali trip, when everything between them still felt like a secret universe. Sonarika saw him looking. Her fingers brushed the pendant instinctively. Their movements slowed, the noise around them melting into silence. In that moment, their past wasn’t just a memory—it was alive, throbbing between them, urgent and unsaid.

As the music faded and the applause erupted, they stood still in the center of the stage, eyes locked. Her chest rose and fell with emotion. His eyes softened with the weight of unspoken longing. Around them, life moved on—waiters carried trays, relatives hugged, cameras clicked—but in that fragile slice of time, it was just Sonarika and Vikram, holding onto a memory that refused to die, and maybe, just maybe, waiting to be reborn.

The sangeet ceremony had left Sonarika emotionally stirred and physically spent, yet the exhaustion could not quiet the whirlwind inside her. Dbangd in a soft robe, she sat by the window of her room, gazing out at the moonlit courtyard of the Golden Dream Hotel. Thoughts of Vikram consumed her—his intoxicating closeness during the haldi, the possessive tenderness in his touch, the way his eyes lingered on her during their dance today. The glances, the silences, the subtle graze of fingertips—they weren’t accidents. Something was rekindling, dangerously and beautifully. And in the solitude of the night, her heart could no longer lie to her mind.

The ping of her phone startled her. She reached for it, her heart already suspecting the sender. It was Vikram. 

'Can't sleep' 

She stares. Then replies.

'Neither can I'

Soon Vikram responds

'Atrium garden. Ten minutes'

The message was brief, but its weight pressed heavily against her chest. She stared at the screen for a few seconds before standing up as if her body moved of its own accord. Throwing a shawl over her shoulders, she slipped quietly out of her room. Her breath quickened with every step down the silent hallway, the polished marble floors cool under her feet. The soft hum of the night surrounded the atrium, but her focus was singular—him.

Vikram was already there, standing beneath the large umbrella-shaped tree at the heart of the garden, its branches glowing under fairy lights that still twinkled from the evening’s festivities. He turned as he heard her approach, his expression raw, vulnerable. 

"I shouldn’t be here" Sonarika breaks the silence between them.

"I won’t touch you unless you ask me to" Vikram whispered, taking a cautious step forward.

"And yet you did in the haldi"

"I did , turns out it takes all my might and power to keep my word to you"

"Looks like neither of us can find our peace can we?"

"Might be , but I can surely say. You cost me my peace of mind" Vikram confesses.

She looked at him, speechless, her lips parted but silent. Her heart thudded in her chest, the weight of unspoken memories pulsing in her veins. She couldn’t think—but she could feel.

"I thought we made peace with our ending" Sonarika claimed.

"I made peace with your decision. Not with losing you" Vikram stated.

Her defenses were faltering. The chasm was visible in her mind now.

"We were reckless" Sonarika confessed her mind.

"No , we were alive!" Vikram said in a low tone.

"I’m not that woman anymore" Sonarika said in a hush tone.

"I can still see her. Right now" Vikram said looking at her.

Without another word, Sonarika closed the distance between them. Her hands reached up to cup his face, trembling yet determined, and she pulled him into her. Their lips met with an urgency that shattered every restraint. It was not a kiss—it was a resurrection. Months of buried desire, longing, confusion, and heartbreak all surged forward in that singular moment. Vikram responded with the same ferocity, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist, hands rediscovering familiar curves. The world melted away. There was only this—this kiss, this midnight madness.

As if the universe itself conspired with their hearts, a gentle rain began to fall, cool drops dotting their skin, intensifying the heat between them. But they didn’t pull away. The kiss deepened, grew hungrier, wetter, more desperate—as if trying to reclaim every moment lost between them. Sonarika’s fingers tangled into Vikram’s hair as he kissed down her jawline, then back to her lips, the storm inside them far greater than the one in the skies. The garden, now slick with rain and perfumed with the scent of wet earth and roses, bore witness to a relation reawakened, raw and unafraid. Their reunion was not whispered—it was thunderous in silence.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                           (CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                                          (CHAPTER CONTD)

When Sonarika gained consciousness , she was in the flat at Galaxy Apartments riding Vikram. She was facing him. He had his hands on her breasts as she slid up and down on his cock. They moved slowly, her ass moving up and down on him as she rode.

Then Vikram was spooning Sonarika on the bed, Vikram was sliding in from behind. Vikram had his arms on her shoulders, sliding into Sonarika's pussy. Her entire body was sweaty, as she got fucked. Vikram began moving faster, pounding her even harder. As they were closing into an orgasm , Sonarika realized this wasn't happening right now. Matter of fact this was just a memory , something she had already done in this very Galaxy Apartments. Vikram slid in hard to Sonarika and began to cum. He moaned loudly as he emptied into her pussy.

That was when Sonarika woke up with a startle. She was back in her hotel room , her robe was intact. Slowly she recollected what happened last night. Their passionate kiss shared at the atrium garden , Sonarika and Vikram ended up here making out but eventually Vikram had to go as he got some calls which brought the distraction among them. And thus Sonarika went to bed and saw one of their special moments as a dream in her sleep.

Sonarika noticed a note placed on the desk near the bed.

For your quiet morning. I’ll see you downstairs – V

She smiled seeing the acknowledgement he has for her. Soon , Sonarika worked on to get fresh. After a wonderful warm shower , she wore a special saree she bought for the function. A black and gold embroidery textured saree. Its blouse had a unique design which covered most of her cleavage and the back was somewhat exposed like a round bird window with ribbons tied on the upper and lower section of the blouse. As she wore the final bird pendant , she looked at the mirror , appreciating her look and hoping that this will make Vikram feel weak on his knees. 

As the mandap glowed in warm golden light and the chants of the pandit echoed in the background, Sonarika stood among the crowd, her eyes occasionally shifting from the bride and groom to the man standing a few feet away—Vikram. Their eyes met across the aisle as Rachika's dupatta brushed against the holy fire. Vikram gave her a slow, knowing smile, his eyes wandering momentarily to the bird-shaped pendant nestled near her collarbone, glinting with soft defiance. The memory of their kiss from the previous night at the atrium garden flickered in both their minds. That kiss had unchained something long buried under chastity and responsibilities, and now there was no veil left to hide behind. They were no longer pretending.

Later, as everyone moved to the open lawn for the wedding feast, Vikram found her near the jasmine-dbangd swing meant for photo ops. Her saree shimmered beneath the fairy lights, her silhouette delicate and bold in equal measure. He approached slowly, brushing past a few guests, and whispered just loud enough for her to hear. 

"You’re stealing the bride’s thunder" 

Sonarika turned, arching an eyebrow, then smiled—softly, intimately. 

"Only because you’re looking at me like that" she said. 

And for a moment, surrounded by music and conversation, time folded into their own little world as they stood facing each other, his fingers briefly brushing against hers.

They sat together during dinner at a corner table where flickering candles cast shadows on their faces. Between bites and laughter, Vikram leaned closer and wiped a smudge of kheer from the corner of her lip. His touch lingered a second longer than necessary. She looked at him through kohl-lined eyes and said softly. 

"Don’t make it harder than it already is"  

But Vikram, ever the bold one, whispered back. 

"I’m not making it hard. I’m just making it real" 

Her breath caught slightly. 

Outside, firecrackers burst in the evening sky in celebration, but the true ignition had already happened between them.

As Rachika and Jayesh moved to take their saat pheras, the air inside the mandap thickened with incense and emotion. Sonarika and Vikram stood side by side again, holding flower petals. When Jayesh tied the mangalsutra around Rachika’s neck, Sonarika turned her face slightly toward Vikram. Without looking away from the newlyweds, he reached into his handful of petals and gently released a few over Sonarika’s head. She gave him a mock look of indignation but then, smirking, followed suit and let a cascade of petals rain down over him. Their smiles held stories neither dared speak aloud.

Later, while the couple received blessings from elders, Vikram and Sonarika stepped away into the quieter corridor leading to the banquet garden. The music had faded into a softer tune, and the lanterns above them swayed with the monsoon breeze. 

"This place has become more than a home to me right now" Vikram murmured. 

"Its definitely more spacious than Galaxy Apartments thats for sure" 

Sonarika looked at him, her expression unreadable for a moment, then her fingers reached up to touch the pendant. 

"But still , I am scared to touch this fire again!" 

Sonarika said, her voice tinged with a sadness he understood too well.

But the day wasn’t over. A slow romantic song began to play as a few guests took to the lawn to dance. Vikram extended a hand. 

"Then how about a different dance?" 

She hesitated only a heartbeat before placing her hand in his. He pulled her close, and as they swayed under the darkening sky—his arm around her waist, her head grazing his chest—it felt like a soft rebellion against fate. Her fingers curled slightly into his sherwani. In that moment, Sonarika wasn’t a wife or a mother—she was simply a woman who found something lost within her, returning to her making her felt fully seen.

When Sonarika and Vikram returned to Hotel Golden Dream. Vikram held her hand.

"I wanna show you something"

He lead her through the backside of the courtyard towards an elevated spot. Sonarika was nervous and curious as the place was somewhat a forest and in the night it was dark. But as they walked ahead and reached a higher point of that place. She realized the place was kind of a valley top and it had a wonderful marble patio that stood as a lookout and a watching spot from that area. Near that spatio was an old carriage that was placed like an antique decoration piece.

As Sonarika was enjoying the sight of this beautiful place , she didn't expect the weather to suddenly change making the situation a challenge.

The rain began like a gentle whisper on the leaves, turning quickly into a passionate downpour as Sonarika and Vikram ran toward the marble patio. Her black saree, now glistening and clinging to every curve, made her look like a goddess sculpted from midnight and gold. The golden embroidery shimmered under the stray flashes of lightning, accentuating the arch of her back and the generous curve of her hips. As she reached the patio, half-laughing, half-breathless, she felt Vikram’s gaze like a heated caress along her soaked skin.

When Vikram played "Tip Tip Barsa Paani" on his phone, Sonarika felt an electric jolt run through her spine. That song, so notorious for its raw sensuality, seemed to mirror the thrum in her veins. She looked into Vikram’s hungry eyes and, with a playful smirk, removed the pins from her hair. Her hair tumbled down in waves, catching the rain like a dark waterfall. Slowly, she began to sway, hips rolling, her hands teasingly sliding down her sides. Each movement accentuated the secret curves her saree barely contained.

Vikram watched her as if he was watching fire dance—dangerous, beautiful, impossible to turn away from. He couldn’t resist long; he joined her, moving closer with each beat. Their bodies responded like two magnets drawn together, his lips murmuring the lyrics as his hands hovered near her waist. Together, they recreated a dance both playful and primal, water dripping from their bodies as if they shared one pulse, one breath.

The music seemed to possess them. Sonarika felt her self-control dissolve into the rain as she danced closer, her chest pressing against Vikram’s. The warmth of his breath on her neck sent shivers shooting down her spine. Their laughter turned to gasps, and the slow, teasing moves gave way to something urgent and uncontainable. When their lips finally met, the world outside vanished in a splash of thunder and silver rain.

Their kiss deepened, their bodies melting into each other with a fervor neither could deny. Vikram’s hands roamed down her back, pressing her closer, making her moan into his mouth. She felt the familiar ache bloom in her core, an ache she had long learned to keep hidden from her husband. Tonight, however, there was no Hemant, no Karan—only this forbidden fire crackling between her and Vikram.

Rain lashed down like an untamed symphony as Vikram grasped Sonarika’s hand, pulling her gently but urgently from the marble patio where their lips had just collided in a fevered kiss that reignited everything they had buried. The valley behind them shimmered with mist and memory, echoing the dance they had just shared—wild, soaked, and electric. The wooded path ahead, the same one they had walked hours ago beneath a calmer sky, was now a blur of leaves and water. But Vikram didn’t hesitate, and Sonarika followed without protest, her soaked sari clinging to her skin, her breath caught somewhere between disbelief and surrender.

They moved in silence, except for the storm and their synchronized steps through the mud and trees, hearts thudding louder than the thunder above. Reaching the back entrance of the Golden Dream Hotel, Vikram swiped his access card and ushered her in without a word, his fingers never loosening from hers. The warmth of the hotel’s interior kissed their drenched skin, but neither acknowledged it. In the elevator, Sonarika glanced at the panel, heart skipping as it passed her floor. She knew. He said nothing. Just stood beside her, water dripping from his hair, his presence a magnetic pull that had never truly let her go. The numbers climbed, rising like the heat between them.

When the doors opened, Vikram led her through the silent corridor to the suite where it had all begun. He unlocked the door, stepped inside, and she followed. No words. No turning back. The door shut behind them with a quiet finality. Vikram turned to her, not with a smile, but with the intensity of a man who had waited too long for this moment to come again. There would be no soft touches tonight, no careful hesitation. What had begun in stolen glances and breathless nights would now explode in full, unapologetic passion—an old flame, reignited not to warm, but to burn.


The suite shimmered dimly in the golden lamplight, casting seductive shadows across the walls as Vikram pulled Sonarika inside, their breaths ragged, their hearts pounding in chaotic unison. The rain still echoed on the windows behind them, but neither noticed—too consumed by the fire that had reignited between them. The room hadn’t changed since the last time they gave into each other here; the scent of sandalwood in the air seemed to recall their past transgressions, as though the walls remembered. As the door clicked shut, Vikram’s eyes locked onto hers—fierce, questioning, yearning—and in her gaze, he saw no resistance. Only want.

Sonarika, still catching her breath from their desperate kiss at the patio, watched as Vikram approached her again, his fingers trailing up her arms, goosebumps rising on her rain-slicked skin. Her soaked saree clung to every curve, almost translucent against her blouse and petticoat. When Vikram tugged gently at her pallu, she didn’t stop him. Instead, she lifted her arms slightly, letting the fabric flutter down with a deliberate grace. Spinning slowly, she let the saree unravel from her, until it pooled like liquid gold at her feet. Her damp blouse clung tightly to her chest, rainwater accentuating every outline. Vikram’s gaze drank her in, reverent and starving.

He stepped closer, brushing a strand of wet hair from her cheek before trailing his lips along the droplets that dotted her skin. Each kiss burned hotter than the last, descending from her cheek to her jaw, and then down the side of her neck. Sonarika's fingers gripped his shoulder as a gasp escaped her lips, her head tilting to grant him more access. With every kiss, she was pulled deeper into the gravity of their shared past, into the ache that had never truly left her. Vikram’s touch was gentle but possessive—like a man reclaiming something lost but never forgotten.

Suddenly, Sonarika slipped away, her bare feet soundless as she moved toward the window. The city lights glimmered beyond the glass, blurred by the downpour, but Vikram only had eyes for her. Her back was to him now, the two satin ribbons of her blouse knotted delicately. He approached with quiet intensity, his fingers grazing her spine as he untied each knot with aching slowness. The blouse loosened, falling forward and baring her back fully to him. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, his lips finding her neck again as he pulled her flush against him.

Their silhouettes melted together in the window’s reflection—two bodies, one craving. Vikram’s mouth moved urgently along her shoulder while his hands roamed her waist, pulling her with him as they slipped below the window ledge, disappearing from view. The only sounds were the deepening rhythm of their breath and the rain intensifying against the glass, as though the world outside was trying to drown out the sins of the night within. In that room, under that storm, the line they once drew had vanished—and all that remained was the fire neither of them could resist any longer.

High above the lush gardens and polished courtyards of Hotel Golden Dream, the VIP suite remained cloaked in a sensual silence, broken only by the distant growl of thunder. The evening had turned tempestuous, casting a silvery gloom over the grand glass windows that framed the suite like an oil painting. Sheets of rain began lashing the wide balcony, blurring the once-crisp view of the greenery and the lush outskirts of Jabalpur. The garden below, manicured and serene by day, now shuddered under the weight of the storm—petals scattering, branches bending, water pooling in soft ripples along the stone paths.

Inside, the storm outside only heightened the contrast of warmth and flickering tension within the VIP suite. Heavy dbangs swayed slightly with the gusts that managed to slip through the crevices of the tall windows, as the chandelier above gently quivered in sync with the thunder. The rich mahogany walls absorbed the sounds of distant footsteps and hushed voices from lower floors—none aware of the tempest brewing in the suite above. The storm had captured the attention of most guests; they pressed against their own windows or huddled beneath porticos, marveling at the display of nature's fury, oblivious to the parallel storm rising behind closed velvet doors.

As lightning forked across the distant sky, illuminating the dark, rain-slicked city in ghostly white, it found its echo in the fierce, silent electricity within Vikram’s private domain. The suite—opulent, golden, scented faintly with orchids and rain—seemed to hold its breath as shadows danced across the walls. Outside, wind tore through the palms lining the boundary, and fountains overflowed under the relentless downpour. But in the heart of Hotel Golden Dream, where intimacy and memory collided, nature’s drama seemed to reverberate from the earth to the heavens, each thunderclap a drumbeat in a crescendo of passion that mirrored the night’s storm.

In that lavish suite , Vikram's expensive sherwani and his undergarments lied along with Sonarika's scattered gold and black saree signifying their flaming reunion as the drenched up clothes were secreting rain water into the floor. On the bed things were only getting intense.

Vikram and Sonarika let out noises of pleasures, Sonarika's pussy squeezing encouragingly at him as he was already straight into a rhythm, dominantly holding her and starting to pump in and out of her, putting his big cock to work much to her pleasure. His hands caressed her.


Her lovely body was a delight to him too, the way his meat rocked with friction inside her adding an extra tingle to the sheer, slippery sensation of her engulfing pussy. Her noises ascended to a squeal and then squeak to silence as he picked up the pace to a level she never knew possible, hammering himself into her, almost full depth as he pulled her taut. His big cock jammed deeply inside her, sending twinges of pain through her as he started to really stretch her open, forcing her to loosen up more to withstand his pace as he slammed against her. Its been a while to have been thoroughly fucked. Despite that it felt incredible, overwhelming though and all too much for her, just taking it with a silent scream, face screwed up the same as her hands in the bedding as she took his cock in its fullness. Her huge breasts bounced heavily beneath her, rocking and dancing with the momentum of their fuck.


His pounding on her lasted just a few more seconds before he abruptly wrenched himself back out of her, making her gasp loudly before he suddenly spun her around again, this time pushing her down to sit on the side of the bed. Sonarika bounced on the side of the mattress, stabilising herself with her hands out behind her just in time for him to grab a handful of her long black hair and press his cock into her mouth with his other. She mumbled in surprise but didn't complain as his thick head slid into her mouth, making her gag momentarily as he touched the back of her throat with his tip before she could get into a rhythm. Her hand instinctively came up to grasp the base of him as she sucked firmly, pressing the tip of her tongue to the base of his shaft and letting it catch in his thick ring, playing with and exploring it, something she'd missed since the last time. His grip in her dark hair loosened as he pulled her head towards him, wanting every possible inch of himself in her mouth even as she twisted to push him into the hollow of her cheek.


Pulling himself out of her mouth, he pushed her back onto her hands again by her shoulders and thrust himself down towards her chest. Vikram loved doing this to her, with her phenomenal breasts, and he intended to relive it as he pressed himself between them and pushed them up together around him. Sonarika looked up to him with her big eyes as he revelled in her body, shoving energetically between her boobs with a throaty growl of pleasure. She looked down to watch his bulbous head surging up towards her, his tip glinting before her; it was far too tempting to ignore and she leaned down to lick at his tip again, working to try and catch it in the process and sucking at him just a bit where she could.


He watched as she worked to pleasure him as he thrust against her, loving the soft, sensual feel of her huge tits around him mixing with the hot, wet skill of her tongue as it danced and swiped at his sensitive head. It blended with the sensations of her hot, silky legs sliding past his as he stood over her, the milf slipping them up him lightly as she leaned back. He paused a couple of times on his up-stroke to let her toy with his tip since she seemed so interested in it, before enjoying the feel of her again with more strokes. As he paused again Sonarika took hold of the tip in her teeth, pulling at it and twisting slightly, sending a deep wave of sensation through him; not pain, or pleasure really, just an intense feeling. He let her have her moment and then pulled her head carefully back off him by her hair, releasing her lovely boobs somewhat reluctantly.

Sonarika was looking up at him, breathing heavily, just waiting.

"Ready?" Vikram asked with his dominant tone. She just paused, heart fluttering.

"Yesss" 

She replied, not messing around now. He'd already been inside her multiple times in the past , but tonight they were going to be together again after a long time and she needed him back inside her right now. It was a teaser, and reminder of how she loved his cock, and she wasn't going to play around, that time had passed.

"Good" 

Vikram smiled, letting go of her hair and reaching down for her smooth legs, tipping her back on the bed so she bounced down on it, chest mesmerizingly doing the same as he took a strong hold on her limbs, his veiny cock standing out between them. Lowering himself down to her, she murmured softly as he pushed forward to let his big, heavy balls rub over her waiting pussy, through her dark triangle of hair for a moment. Sonarika looked down to consider it, pushing up on her elbows to look down at him over her, how his length extended up her tummy. Fixated by it, she took in just how deep he would be inside her, how far into her body he would bury himself. He knew what she was doing and pushed right against her thighs to show her exactly how far it would reach when he was inside her, hearing her give a restrained gasp at the concept, knowing it could get a little bit deeper than it usually does because he is all charged up.

She looked back up at him with trepidation, met by a smile as he just held it there for a moment longer before slipping back and reaching down to aim himself down towards her slick pussy. Her renewed nerves certainly hadn't made her body want it less, her pussy engorged and slick with thick juices, ready to stretch and receive him. As he lined himself up she let her elbows slide out from under her to drop back onto the bed, though she still craned up to look down and watch the moment he penetrated her. Holding her leg firmly with his left arm, he pressed his pulsing cock to her waiting entrance, almost slipping inside her such was the wetness of her vulva.

"Yessss.....we are together...again!!" 


Vikram said with a grin, loving how badly she wanted it. He didn't draw it out to demand a response from her however, simply teasing himself up and down her labia for a moment, letting her feel his thickness before he pushed down and into her, his bulging head being immediately swallowed by her milfy curvy body, eliciting a gasp from her as he dipped inside, feeling her walls clamp down around him. She just let out a few deep breaths as he pushed just over half his length into her and then drew back into a series of slow, deliberate thrusts as he gave a deep, masculine murmur of pleasure at the succulent squeezing of her pussy. Vikram's right arm joined his left in holding her legs, taking a strong hold on Sonarika which gave her an idea of what she was in for. He certainly didn't seem to be messing around, and now she was going to find out exactly what was in store for her. Vikram's hips started to pick up pace, thrusting into Sonarika faster, just giving her a moment more to get used to his thickness before he started to work on the depth, working another couple of inches into her with ease so she was handling every inch of him.


Sonarika felt herself stretch again delightfully as he squeezed his cock into her pussy, accommodating him perfectly and feeling her nerve endings lighting up as he stroked over every inch of her velvet walls. He leaned over her more as he started pressing that depth a little more firmly, putting more energy into her, making her close her eyes and drop her head back to the bed, just wanting to lay back and enjoy the unique sensations as he indulged himself with her body. He started to pick up the pace more, pumping powerfully into her as she clenched and gripped him with her pussy to intensify it for him, able to feel the stimulation from the hard girth of his penis. He wanted more of her though, all of her, and cranked back on her thighs to drill himself into her, squeezing to feel her, making her grunt as he slowed a little but pushed harder on her, feeling her body resisting him.

At that he gave a few hard, sharp thrusts into her, making her cry out and legs try to squeeze together at the abrupt increase in his efforts, pushing hard against her cervix. She breathed in relief as he resumed his thrusting again, letting her body relax again, knowing she would need to for his next effort. The break was just moments however as he went deep again, a firm thrust initially, before a second resulting in a push, aiming to squeeze himself into her. There was a moment and then he felt her start to give, just hinting that the prize was there to be taken. Vikram pulled back to give another pair of quick thrusts, almost as deep, before he pressed again and forced himself against her squeezing pussy. Sonarika's fingers dug into the bed beside her as her vagina stretched, feeling herself start to give way for him; he felt it too and gave slight grunt of effort as he pulled himself into her to capitalise on it. She gave a strained noise as she felt herself giving way, his persistence paying off as the slow force of his cock broke down her barriers, before crying out as he jolted past and bottomed out in her to embed all of his thick cock in her quivering pussy.

"AHHHH" 

Sonarika breathed harshly through gasping breaths, the sharp pain deep inside her from the breakthrough fading away. He paused to enjoy his victory, releasing her legs and leaning down over her to press his lips to hers, kissing her quite softly as he flexed his cock inside her, tongues entwining as they made out. Their liplock became more intense, faster and more hungry as every one between them seemed to have done so far until he suddenly pulled away from her and grabbed her legs again. Drawing himself back, he kept the stroke to just a couple of inches and then thrust himself back into her, making sure to fully consolidate his position inside her, Sonarika grunting with each time he went balls deep inside her. She inhaled as he drew back for a full length thrust, her lips bulging as his head threatened to pop out of her before he smoothly slipped it all the way back into her body, jolting back to full depth again as she grunted, broken in and unable to resist now, not that she wanted to as pleasure tingled into her from it.

"That feel good?" 

Vikram asked as he started into a steady rhythm of full length strokes so she could completely enjoy all of him.

"Yes!" 

Sonarika breathed, eyes shut as she felt the pleasure spreading through her, rolling her hips onto him so he stroked more over her G-spot, squeezing her pussy down at him to feel a tingle of stimulation it released through her in the process. It was all pleasure now as they worked in unison and he started increasing his pace while she focused on the edge his thrusting added. She'd never felt it before, but it was there and she was loving it. His strokes were short and hard now, jamming himself into her, thumping his balls into her with every thrust as he hauled hard on her legs. His hands slipped down to her pelvis to hold the very base of his thighs, fingertips tracing her thighs as he gained more leverage to really pump himself into her, rocking her whole body now as she bounced on the bed before him. She couldn't do anything to get more involved; Sonarika was sprawled out on the bed, hair all over the place, completely lost to the fucking now as she gasped, grunted and groaned through it in sheer pleasure, huge tits bouncing deliciously. She'd forgotten how incredible it felt to take a pounding from him, he never held back with her, how it stretched and stimulated every possible area within her, and how she surrendered herself to it.

"How long did you miss me Soni" 

Vikram asked with a smile, slowing down to just rock in and out of Sonarika, catching his breath as he leaned between her legs and took hold of her chest for a firm grope. She breathed deeply and arched up as he squeezed her breasts, shivering at the sensations and loving his somewhat heavy handed approach to them.

"A while" 

Sonarika breathed in the answer to his question. Giving her a hard squeeze as he pressed back to full depth inside her again and held it caused her to shudder in sensation.

"How long?" he questioned, before going back to his smooth strokes into her velvet tunnel.

"Months" 

Sonarika gasped as Vikram picked up his pace a bit. His fingers pulled back to pinch at her nipples, giving a distinctly hard grip that made her almost yelp and push up from the bed, looking up to him to see his expression that said he was very much enjoying her milfy body. He groped her again as she flopped back onto the bed again, the pleasure still almost overwhelming her.

"Give me the exact time Soni? I know you know it" 

Vikram asked, giving some strokes of his full length once more as he squeezed hard at her huge tits.

"Ahh.....8 months, 2 weeks, 3 days since that night in Bali!" 

Sonarika nearly growled while confessing as she gasped underneath him. She remembered the time but that was Sonarika's speciality , she always remembers the things that matter to her. Had it been Hemant and she would've told him it has been roughly a month and a day and fifteen hours back when she enjoyed her husband in their bed. But right now Hemant wasn't in the peripheral or her mind for the moment. Either way it was long enough that she'd forgotten exactly how great it felt to take Vikram and feel his intensity. It was accentuated by him picking up the pace again, whining with pleasure and squeezing down on him to feel it fully. She didn't care anymore that she had handed over control to him, he could tell she was absolutely loving it and just wanted to lie back and revel in the sensations of it as he drove deep into her. His hands slid back to her hips again and he took a good hold of her as he set about fucking her again, staying deep and driving himself against her to see and feel her respond to it, giving her the fuck she really wanted. Her boobs bounced intently again, and she gasped loudly.


It only served to heighten her pleasure as she got more turned on by it , he continued hard grabs and gropes of her until he suddenly leaned over her whilst burying himself to full depth inside and held it there to make her shiver and pull her thighs into him. He leaned down on his hands again to press his lips to hers, Sonarika enthusiastically receiving him as they engaged in another deep, tongue-twisting kiss, losing themselves to it a little bit as they made out once more, his full length embedded in her pussy. Her bite to his lip only made him smile with pleasure, feeling he had unleashed the full sexual hunger of her by burying his huge cock inside her. He pushed up his hands and thrust into her again as she craned up to kiss at his strong chest and neck as best she could while he stroked into her once more before he pressed her back down onto the bed again as he sunk balls deep in her. She shivered with pleasure as her pussy gave a distinct clamp down on his cock. 


Vikram then started thrusting himself deeply inside her several more times before driving in and holding at full depth once more. 


"You love this don't you Soni?" Vikram hissed, loving how she was responding.

"Yesss" Sonarika agreed.

"Tell me" he said, giving her a few more thrusts.

"Ahhh....I love how you fuck me Vicky...mmm" 

Sonarika said simply, not attempting to deny it to him.

"Good. And what do you want?" 

Vikram probed, wanting to hear it from her directly. In her position, there was no going back now.

"I want you to fuck me. Hard, really hard" 

Sonarika breathed, almost a whisper as she pulled her legs back a bit more to surrender and submit to him.

"Good girl" 

Vikram said with a devilish smile as he leaned confidently on his hands once more and started to get going again, still so big and hard inside her as he started to reciprocate back and forth to plunge his cock deeply. Her pussy swallowed him perfectly and she groaned in pleasure at him completely filling her body, the deep satisfaction of his penetration so complete as she rolled her hips back with her knees up, pulling them in towards his body to encourage him with the smooth strokes. She gave a cry as she was caught off-guard by another burst of short, hard fucking that ploughed his cock full depth and very hard into her body, making her give a strained, overwhelmed sound of pleasure that resulted in a sighing groan when he slowed down.


Standing up, his hands grabbed her chest again, grabbing her hard and then massaging at her phenomenal tits as he continued to fuck her hard, making sure she took him full depth every time. He lowered his head and took a large nipple into his mouth. His tongue toyed with it as he slobbered and sucked making Sonarika gasp in pleasure. In response her hand stroked faster the harder he sucked. He bit down on her nipple and she cried out as he used it to pull her breast away from her chest. He let it go with a satisfying smack of his lips. Her nipple glowed bright red. It was engorged, erect and large. He strummed it with his fingers, idly flicking it over and over until Sonarika was squirming from the exquisite sensation.


That was itself very high and she was very close to climax now, his sheer size hammering her to orgasm after a fuck that she'd enjoyed every second of throughout, her body switched on and alive. She sneakily tried to slip her hand towards her clit to stimulate herself in every possible way, only for his hand to swipe down and smack it away onto the bed once more. He made it clear that she was going to come on his cock alone as his hand went back onto her chest, mauling it with his hands and mouth as she gasped.

"Ahhh....Ahhhh....Ahhhh" 

Sonarika whined in a strained manner as Vikram suddenly ramped up even faster, finding speed and power she couldn't imagine, especially as he put it behind his thick cock, jamming all of it into her with intensity she had never believed possible. Her body was completely overwhelmed now, pleasure emanating from her pussy through her as his hands mauled her chest, digging his fingers in now as he slammed himself against her, his big balls pressing hard against her as he plundered every possible inch of depth she could offer. The orgasm that had been accumulating over the course of the fucking she'd taken was suddenly coming to fruition, bubbling up effervescently within her. She bounced energetically underneath his merciless fucking as her legs started to tremble as they curled, managing to pull them in towards his body to stabilise herself while her hands grabbed desperately at the covers in the final moments before it all gave way.


"AHHHH!!!!" 

Sonarika winced as she tried to hold it back just a second longer before she gave a piercing cry and shoved her hips down as hard as possible to take him as deep as her pussy would allow, right before it clamped down incredibly tight around the base of his throbbing shaft. His tip jammed through her cervix and he grunted as she clenched so tightly around him that she held him still, making him surge and stiffen inside her. Her whole body shuddered and shook uncontrollably on him, pussy going from one intent clench to fast, powerful grasps at him as she rolled her hips to maximise her ecstasy in the huge orgasm. Her own fingernails dug into the bed and she writhed on the edge of being unable to stand it, the sensation simply too great even as she worked her hips to intensify it, gasping breaths turning to an overwhelmed wail as he started to fuck her again, just as hard as he had been prior causing Sonarika to swat at his hips with her hand weakly to try and get him to stop, not that she really wanted him too, because she couldn't take it. Hammering through her peak sustained it several more tense seconds before she collapsed with a final capitulating shudder, flopping exhausted on the bed with deep, gulping breaths, legs dropping down weakly next to his as he stood between them.


He was clearly going for his imminent climax now, stroking just the final few inches of himself into her with his hands taking a tight hold of her curvy hips now, jamming himself deeply inside her as his thumbs twisted under the snug caverns of her love tunnel. The deathgrip her pussy had on him was speed railed his ascend to erupt, choking him each time he went right inside her as his pace increased. She braced herself on the bed underneath him and bit her lip as he fucked her hard, really hard, surging into a final assault on her body as his orgasm rushed up on him, squeezing deeply inside him and building pressure rapidly as he twitched.

"Ohh...SONI!!!!" 

Vikram exclaimed as he abruptly slammed himself deeply inside her, piledriving her so hard it sent a final twinge of pain through her, making her wince and pussy clench delightfully tight on him as he erupted, the pressure too much to take. She sighed in satisfaction as he swelled even harder and jumped powerfully inside her, his thick cock bucking with every thick spurt he released deep into her body as he held all of him to the maximum, holding her to him possessively as he conquered her completely. Sonarika marvelled at how long and intense his climax was, his fingertips digging into her sweaty and warm skin as his big, heavy balls tightened to pump every last drop of himself into her. He gave two more strained thrusts into her, shuddering at the intense stimulation before a final clench to unload the last possible drop inside her. Exhaling hard, he relaxed and slackened his grip on her, taking deep draughts of air as he stared down at her body, lost in the moment it seemed, before he looked up to her; there was no smile, just an intense, steely stare that seemed to portray just what this slice of time meant, holding it as she gasped beneath him, vibrant black hair stuck to her sweaty forehead as only their ragged breaths broke the silence of the hotel room.


Vikram dropped his gaze as his hands slipped from her hips, just letting his fingers snag and twist her slightly before moving back up her thighs to where her knees still pressed to his body and pulled to slide himself out of her, taking a step to draw the length of his still firm cock out of her, slipping out with a slight sigh at the stimulation to his head as he pushed her knees back a little. Free of her silky haven, he rocked her knees over to the side to roll her hips, making Sonarika twist over out of his way before turning to sit heavily on the side of the bed, immediately collapsing back onto the expensive sheets and staring at the ceiling as he drew in more heavy, sated breaths from the quiet room. She was absolutely exhausted and could feel the ache in her pussy that she was sure would be with her for a couple of days. It was easily the hardest fuck she'd had in a long time, and one she wouldn't soon forget. He pulled himself back up onto the bed more beside her to rest, having expended a good deal of his energy on demolishing her, evidenced by the woman lying on the bed with her eyes shut.


When it was over, they lay tangled on the white sheets, hearts thudding, breath shallow. He kissed her knuckles like a promise. She buried her face into his chest, as if to hide from the world she had temporarily betrayed.

                                                                                                                                                                                            (CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                                                                                            (CHAPTER CONTD)

In the dreamscape, Sonarika stood barefoot on the marble patio, the silk of her deep emerald gown fluttering softly in the breeze. Before her stretched the lush, vibrant greenery of Jabalpur, dew-kissed and humming with serenity. Birds chirped like a symphony of freedom, and her heart felt light, unburdened. Then came Vikram—strong, smiling, magnetic. He approached her from behind, arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her close. She turned to him, eyes brimming with affection, and their lips met in a kiss that bloomed with passion and promise.



The world melted around them as their embrace deepened. The air was thick with warmth and jasmine, their bodies drawn together in both love and longing. As they held each other, Vikram's voice trembled with sincerity as he confessed. 

"I love you, Soni. I want you. Only you" 

She looked into his eyes, her fingertips gently caressing his cheek, and nodded with a smile. 

"I’m yours" 

Sonarika whispered, pressing another kiss onto his lips, sealing the moment like a sacred vow. The joy, the freedom, the truth of that moment shimmered like gold around them. She felt weightless, as though her soul had finally found peace in his arms.


Gasping, Sonarika awoke. The sheets beneath her clung to sweat-drenched skin. Her bare form was curled under the expensive linen of Vikram’s hotel suite bed.  She lay there for a moment, motionless, as memories surged through her—Vikram’s hands, his lips, the way he whispered her name like a prayer after months of aching distance. Her bare body, glistening with the memory of sweat now dried, was a quiet testament to the passion they had surrendered to. Slowly, she pulled the sheet around her, not out of shame, but to preserve the fragile magic of that intimacy just a little longer.


Her eyes wandered to a familiar corner of the suite—Vikram’s wardrobe, partially open. A magnetic pull drew her to it. She walked over, her footsteps silent against the plush carpet, and opened the door wider. Inside hung a few of his favorite silk shirts, the kind he wore back in those days when they were reckless, stolen moments stitched into their lives. One in particular, navy blue with faint silver stripes, made her breath hitch—it had always been her favorite. Without thinking, she slipped it on. It dbangd over her like a second skin, still carrying his scent, and she padded toward the gallery, her bare legs brushing the cold marble floor.


There, framed by the vast Jabalpur outskirts greenery, Vikram sat with his morning coffee, gazing at the beauty of nature. The serenity in his posture melted the last of her hesitation. As he turned and saw her—his shirt barely covering her, hair tousled, eyes soft—he smiled and lifted his hand. She walked into it, into him, lowering herself onto his lap with effortless familiarity. Their lips met in a kiss that said everything their time apart had silenced. Words soon followed—quiet, tender, confessional—as the sun slowly rose behind them, casting its first light on a relation that refused to fade, even after everything.


"Do you remember that day in Bali? After the shopping... when the car had a problem…"

Sonarika said softly, tracing his chest.

"We ended up at that small shop. You stole my tea and made the old man think we were some horny newly weds"

Vikram said smiling.

"You let him believe it. Didn’t even correct him" Sonarika retorted.

"Why would I? You looked like you belonged in that horny story" Vikram said with a smug.

They both chuckle lightly. Her fingers still move absentmindedly over his chest, brushing old memories to life.

"Last night... I felt like I was back in that time. When things were out of control, when only this mattered"

"I felt that too. You're just the same Soni. The same woman that dominates all my dreams"

"That’s the problem, Vicky. I am back to being that betrayer again!"

She turns her gaze away, silence blooming in the air. Vikram stiffens slightly, sensing a shift. He kisses her shoulder absentmindedly. Then he says it.

"You're thinking about Hemant aren't you?" Vikram read her thoughts.

The name falls like a stone between them. Sonarika freezes. Her body tenses in his arms. The intimacy snaps like a twig.

"Don't say his name here. Not like this"

"Soni, I didn’t mean to—" 

Sonarika interrupted him ,  pulling back slightly.

"I wake up next to you and wonder if I’m still the woman he fell in love with... or just someone who’s too weak to walk away from what she craves"

Her voice cracks. Her eyes glisten but don’t break. Vikram looks at her, wounded by her pain. He cups her face gently.

"It wasn’t just craving. We didn’t start with lust. You know that"

"Then what was it? Tell me it was something noble so I can feel less like a liar and a cheater" 

Sonarika said teary-eyed

"It was loneliness. It was seeing you dim your light in a life that didn't see all of you. I saw it. I always did"

Vikram whispered. She leans her forehead to his, breathing him in. The fight leaves her. For a moment, there is only stillness.

"And yet... here I am. Choosing this again" Sonarika confesses.

"Or maybe just choosing yourself... for once" Vikram said softly

She said nothing as she slip into his lap. Sonarika wrapped her arms around his neck and stared at Vikram with a smile that was so hard to read. He wrapped his arms around her waist only moments before Sonarika lowered her mouth to Vikram and kissed him. The kiss was slow and luxurious. Sonarika wasn't wearing any panties and Vikram felt the wetness of her pussy as she grinded herself against his hard cock hiding in his boxers. Her nails raked down the back of his neck, sending shivers through him and making his hold of her body that much tighter. Sonarika slung down to her knees between his legs, looking at Vikram all the while. She pulled his hard cock out of his boxers and slowly pumped the hard as steel organ.

"You're insatiable" Vikram whimpered.

"You bring it out of me." She told him before dropping her mouth onto the crown of his cock.

"OHHH Soni!" 

Vikram shouted as he felt her lips and tongue bathe his cock in pleasure. He looked down to see the beautiful milfy womn still staring up at him, only now her mouth was filled with cock. His cock. She devoured it. Taking more and more of his cock as her tongue swirled and dipped all around his most prized appendage. Vikram ran his hand through her hair and moaned as she increased the strength of her suction. Her cheeks sunk into her face as her mouth descended time and time again down the length of his pole.

"mmmm.....I love your cock" 

She told him as she popped her lovely mouth off of his throbbing cock. She dipped her head, taking his heavy balls in between her lips.

"It loves you right back." 

Vikram told her. Sonarika threw back a lovely smile at him before returning her attention to his cum filled balls. She proceeded to lick, suck and twirl her lovely tongue all around him driving him insane. Vikram couldn't help but pump his hips.

"You want to fuck my mouth don't you?" 

Sonarika purred with her mouth inches away from his cockhead. 

"Go ahead. You've earned it!" 

She said with a wink, making him want to fuck her mouth even more. She swallowed his cock once more, only this time Vikram was pumping his hips, using her mouth for his pleasure. Vikram fucked her mouth to his heart's content, making the sexiest moans to edge him ever closer to a bursting orgasm. He grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and continued to plow her mouth. Sonarika's tongue kept up, bobbing and weaving and sending waves of pleasures to course through him. As quickly as it had begun, it ended. Sonarika pulled her mouth that Vikram had grown incredibly fond of away from his cock that was very much still in need. She stood in front of him, looking as sexy in his silk shirt as she had last night in that dazzling wet saree.

"As much as I appreciate you letting me wear this." 

She said as she unbuttoned it and tossed it to the ground. 

"I think you'll appreciate this much more." 

She finished showing off her incredible body to him once more.

"That's 100% cotton" 

Vikram joked. Sonarika laughed as she settled on his lap. She grabbed his dick and aimed it at the entrance of her juicy cunt.

"I bet you this feels better than any cotton" 

She said as she lowered herself and took the head of his penis into her warm cunt.

"AHHH!" Vikram shouted. 

"You win the bet. What do you get?" Vikram asked looking at her pretty face.

"I got just what I want." 

WIth that she dropped her body down onto him taking the remainder of his cock deep into her. They both groaned in unison. Vikram let Sonarika set the pace as she fucked him slowly, almost leisurely. He grabbed her meaty ass cheeks in each of his hands and squeezed the lovely pair as he watched her big tits bounce up and down while she fucked him. 

"AHH, you fill me so good!" 

She said as she picked up the pace. Vikram took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, making Sonarika moan even louder. She wrapped her hands around his head and pressed him even deeper into her tits.

She kissed him hard. Her wicked tongue was hitting all of the places that would bring the most pleasure to him. Her pussy tightened around his cock and the beautiful woman was bucking wildly in his lap. Vikram fucked her pussy, exciting the best of them and driving them closer to their mutual orgasm.

Sonarika pulled off of Vikram's cock once more, this time he nearly whimpered. Her cunt was so warm and tight, leaving her was the last thing he wanted to do. She saw his distress and smiled at him before turning around and displaying that fantastic ass of hers to his field of vision. She once again lowered her pussy onto his cock, giving him what he had been begging for. Sonarika was now quickly raising and lowering her cunt onto him at a rapid fire pace. Vikram wrapped his arms around her and pulled on her nipples, provoking a cry of pleasure from her.

"AHHHHHH!! VICKY!!! AHHHH!!!!" 

Sonarika screamed as her hips pumped and grinded all over his cock, practically using him for her pleasure. Vikram was thoroughly enjoying the fucking and wished it wouldn't end. 

"AHHHH! VICKY! I am close! AHH!!!" 

Sonarika moaned. Vikram slammed his hips back into her as hard as he possibly could, wanting to drive her further to an orgasm. He dug his fingers into her hips and fucked her for all he was worth. 

"VICKY! AHHH VICKY! YES, YES, YES, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSs" 

She screamed as her body was wracked by a body cracking orgasm. 

"Oh god! I AM THERE!!!!" She moaned as her body relaxed.

"Well that's the whole idea isn't it?" Vikram joked, enjoying the feel of her pussy around his cock.

"Now it's your turn." 

She told him before grabbing the railing of the gallery in front of her and returned her attention to fucking the hell out of him. Vikram moaned and leaned back into his chair, enjoying the feel of Sonarika's body as she switched all of her attention to bringing him to a ridiculous orgasm. He could feel the cum preparing to launch itself into Sonarika.

"OHHHH, I'm cumming Soni, I'm cumming" 

Vikram warned her before her cunt was flooded with his seed. 

"Take it you wonderful woman!!! Take my Love and Energy!!!!!" 

Vikram told her as his cock continued to pump gallon after gallon of warm, white cream into her. 

"MY LOVE TAKE IT ALL!!!!" Vikram screamed as he finally felt his orgasm end. 

Vikram could practically feel his body release all of the tension he had pent up for months. Sonarika leaned back against him and they both simply took deep breaths. 

"You're fantastic" he was finally able to say.

"You're not so bad yourself" Sonarika confessed.

"Shower?" he asked her. 

She smiled and nodded. They kissed before heading back to the bathroom.

                                                                                                                                                                                (CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                                                                     (CHAPTER CONTD)

BACK IN MUMBAI

The sea breeze swept gently across the open rooftop restaurant near Marine Drive, mingling with the soft jazz playing in the background and the laughter of old friends reuniting. Hemant stepped in, his cream-colored shirt clinging softly to his broad frame, the denim jeans carrying the casual ease of a man who had nothing to prove anymore. Yet, his presence—calm, grounded, yet powerfully self-assured—still turned heads, just as it did during his college days when he was the unbeaten sports icon of Xavier’s College. Now, an accomplished industrialist heading the steadily rising YOD Industries, Hemant wasn’t just remembered; he was respected. Dheeraj, his loyal college mate and companion for the morning, greeted him with a hearty clap on the back, ushering him into the warm embrace of shared nostalgia.


Laughter rippled around as glasses clinked and stories from another lifetime spilled across the wooden tables. Dheeraj, ever the spirited host, made the rounds with Hemant, reintroducing him to familiar faces—some aged gracefully, others lost to time but instantly recognizable in their voices and smiles. The warmth grew more intimate when Hemant was approached by Anuj, a close friend from their Xavier's days who had missed the not so long ago college's reunion function. Anuj, now sporting a neat beard and a quiet charm, was accompanied by his fiancée, a gentle presence who fit easily into the folds of their stories. The morning deepened with anecdotes, teasing banter, and the easy rhythm of memories unforgotten. Hemant found himself more relaxed than he had been in months, allowing the open air to pull him gently back into a simpler version of himself.


As the sunlight got denser, Mumbai woke up to its usual loud and crowded self—proportionate yet alive. Hemant leaned against the railing for a moment, letting the rush of the city below and the voices around him settle into his heart. He watched Dheeraj animatedly narrate a college prank to Anuj’s fiancée, while Anuj laughed with the same old, reckless joy. Somewhere between the breeze and the banter, Hemant felt the divide between past and present blur. He was still that boy in the sports jersey, still the friend laughing over butter chicken at the canteen, still that smitten young lad as he stepped into something serious with Sanjana. But now also a man shaped by responsibilities, family, and ambition. Then there was that overloading chaos and the motivations that was leading him to yet another dangerous path. And yet, in this morning, as the tide lapped gently against the rocks below and friendship wrapped around him like a familiar song, Hemant felt whole—seen, remembered, and content. A calm from the storm of his life.


BACK IN JABALPUR


Sonarika stood at the edge of the ancient Madan Mahal Fort, wind playing with her hair, the stone beneath her feet warm with the summer sun. Beside her stood Vikram, whose eyes held a fire that had not dimmed ever since last night. Their magnetism was impossible to deny.


Vikram stepped closer to Sonarika, whispering something against her ear that made her eyes close. She didn’t resist when his lips found her neck, nor when his hands traced the outline of her dress. Her breath hitched as he led her to a hidden corner within the fort’s aged walls—away from the prying eyes of the world, into a cocoon of shared sin and secrecy.


Vikram led Sonarika into the infamous pleasure chamber of the fort. It was a secluded spot , and just like the name the place is known for the section of the fort meant for private surroundings of the rulers. Their mouths collided, hands roaming, past transgressions bleeding into the present. She hated herself for needing this. She loved herself for feeling desired. In the quiet ruin of stone and sunlight, their bodies met again, ancient and new all at once.


He scooped her up into his arms, sandwiching her body tightly between himself and the stone wall while his tongue slithered into her mouth. The intensity of their moment thrilled Sonarika, who let out a passionate moan as her hands ran through Vikram's medium-length hair. Arousal stirred through her body as she felt the shoulder straps of her dress being pulled down in the darkness.


As Vikram continued to pull Sonarika's dress lower, exposing her strapless black bra, she felt the bulge in his jeans press against her. His hands quickly grasped the bra, yanking it down hard and freeing her perfect, melony breasts. The cool, refreshing  breeze in the dark confines of the fort blew across her nipples, bringing them to hardened attention, which Vikram spotted instantly. He broke the kiss and placed his lips around the hardened nub, suckling it with intense might before switching to the other.

Sonarika's hand left Vikram's hair and went down the back of his shirt, feeling his smooth skin across her fingertips as she moaned. Her nipples stiffened with excitement as his tongue traced circles around them. Her moans and purrs increased in volume, no worries about attracting attention as the place had less visitors for the day. Plus the place they are right now is secluded. Making them bold enough to pirsue this daring and thrilling encounter in this hidden chamber.

"This is more thrilling than what we did in that Bali Morning!"  Sonarika moaned while tugging his shirt up, wanting it gone.

Vikram broke away from her chest to plant another kiss on her before letting her bare feet touch the ground once more. Sonarika unhooked her bra and cast it aside. Vikram started to unbutton his shirt, taking care to keep his eyes fixated on her. When the last button popped open, he removed the shirt and let it fall to the ground atop the discarded underwear.

Sonarika peeled her dress down the rest of her body, until she was fully nude. She gathered the clothing from the ground and placed them under the carved pillar, giving Vikram an eyeful of her curvy backside as she bent down. Sonarika giggled as she stood straight up and turned towards him. He quickly pulled his pants down until he was only in the tight pair of black briefs that housed his thick dick.

Sonarika leaned in closer to Vikram, looking around to make sure they were the only individuals in that place. Her gentle hand gripped the bulge in his underwear, causing his erection to quickly swell to its hardest. They resumed kissing while Sonarika gripped harder. It did not take long until she was ready to free his cock from its cloth chamber. Her fingers danced their way in, past his waistband until she grabbed onto his hot meat.

The woman swiftly pulled the underwear down with her other hand, tossing it onto the pile behind her. He gave her breast a hard squeeze, causing her to yelp in excitement. After a few more strokes of his cock, Sonarika took a step back and bent down until the pre-cum coated cockhead was hovering near her hungry mouth. Vikram rested a hand on her lower back while the other lightly grabbed a handful of hair. He gently pushed her closer until the wetness on his member slid across her moist lips.

Vikram watched on as Sonarika engulfed his cock, her lips stretched tightly around the head. She began to move her head slowly, savoring the feeling of his skin on her tongue. Vikram released the grip on her soft, silky hair as the woman was taking control. Sonarika's pace increased, and her suction intensified, sending vibrations through his shaft, echoing down into his balls.

As Vikram received the start of yet an amazing blowjob for the day, his eyes drifted down her body. He loved the way her milfy hips wiggled rhythmically with her head movements. He licked his palm, hooked it under her and pressed it to her scorching hot sex. She jumped at his first touch, pulling his cock out of her mouth. She looked up at him with a cute smile before pressing her lips at the bottom of his shaft, slowly and softly kissing her way up, moaning as he slipped his middle finger inside her.

Sonarika's moans grew louder as Vikram's middle finger was joined by his index finger. She continued to cutely kiss up his shaft, around his head and down the other side, making sure to taste his pre-cum every time, occasionally stopping to give him a rough, rapid series of strokes. These strokes fueled Vikram to increase the pace of the probing in his lover's pussy. The two fingers started as gentle and loving, slowly growing in speed and intensity.

The feeling in her loins was driving Sonarika wild. Once Vikram's pace stabilized, the woman let go of his cock and bent down until her wet hands hit the ground.

Vikram stepped behind Sonarika, getting a better look at the hot hole he was lovingly violating, aided by the sunlight from the upper opening from that chamber. He knelt down while she spread as wide as she could without falling over. He grabbed hold of his throbbing cock and pointed it at the entrance of her love tunnel.

"Vicky , are you sure about this! Someone will see us!" Sonarika panted, her head now turned so her cheek rested in the damp surface of the fort.

"This moment belongs to us Soni!!!"  Vikram growled as the full length of his cock slid in with no resistance.

Thanks to this hidden section of the fort and the isolation that surrounded it, the only sounds that Vikram could hear were a rhythmic symphony of heavenly moans and squishy sloshing that echoed through this place's walls. Sonarika's body was in such a relaxed state that she was unable to do anything but push sexy sounds out of her throat while Vikram jackhammered his meat into her.

Vikram threw his head back and glared at the carvings in the pleasure chamber above before glancing back at Sonarika. What little strength she had left gripped her fingers into the ground. The soft sounds she made brought a smile to Vikram's focused face. Seeing the woman he knew for months sexually paralyzed in intense lust made him the happiest he had ever been ever since last night. Add that to the reality that he was fucking her in a fort's pleasure chamber where royal kings have mated with their wives , concubines and whores for their pleasure and here he was doing the same finding pleasure and completeness with the woman that is engulfed in his brain now!

Sonarika hummed as she felt his cock exit her, only to slap her soaked slit loud enough for her to hear. Vikram pressed the head against her swollen clit and gave it repeated flicks, causing her hips to buck like a tired horse. He continued to do this, occasionally stopping to tease her hole, only to resume the clitoral stimulation again.

Panting heavily once again, Sonarika pushed herself up off the ground, running her hand through her tangled hair to clear it from her face.

"Vicky" she whispered, her voice thick with desire. 

"Get under me."

He quickly complied, rolling onto his back and positioning his cock underneath her cunt. With a fierce, yet tired, determination, Sonarika straddled Vikram, positioning his erection at her messy entry. Without hesitation, she lowered herself down, impaling herself fully on his stiff dick.

Vikram pressed his hands against her warm breasts, holding her up while she began to ride him. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, lazily slapping against her chin as drool dripped down onto the man's neck. Despite her exhaustion, something within her slowly brought her back to life, fueling the power of her thrusting to rise. Soon, her energy was fully restored and she was riding his meaty cock with all of her might.

With Vikram's hands on her chest, she placed a hand on his, weakly twisting his nipple, eliciting a grunt from him. He stared up at her, watching her still having to peel hair off of her messy forehead. Her hair was so wet, she looked like she had just stepped out of the shower, making Sonarika look even sexier than she naturally is, something Vikram did not think was possible.

As Sonarika lost herself in the moment, all thought left her mind except for one thing: bringing Vikram to a climax with equal intensity and pleasure as her own. Straightening her back, she rode him hands-free as he rested his hands on her soft thighs. A seductive smile came to her face as she teased him with inadvertent eye rolls. The sight caused Vikram to start rhythmically matching her thrusts. For the first time, the couple were fucking each other instead of one taking charge.

Vikram desperately wished to savor this moment forever, knowing that his body would not be able to hold out much longer. Grasping Sonarika tightly around the waist, he guided the last few thrusts of her wild ride before pulling her off of him. Leaning up on his elbows, he watched as Sonarika wrapped both of her hands around his solid shaft and ferociously stroked him.

"Go ahead , paint me like your woman!" 

Sonarika tiredly panted, sticking out her tongue and closing her heavy eyelids.

"AHHH!" he said with a deep, throaty groan.

Vikram threw his head back as shot after shot of his thick, steamy load painted the face of his worn out lover. His orgasm shook his entire body, similar to Sonarika's as they lived their powerful orgasms together. His eyes opened in time to see one last shot land on her hanging tongue. The dark-haired vixen milf laughed as she swallowed the shot before beginning to lick his cock clean of its sweet, salty cream.

"you are my perfect woman now!!!" 

Vikram moaned through exhaustion, his head falling back gently onto the ground.

Vikram lay there, feeling every taste bud on Sonarika's tongue trace across his beat-red cockhead. His cock never went fully flaccid, keeping the woman licking him for nearly a minute. Eventually, her tired tongue could swirl no more. After spitting his member out and giving the head a quick kiss, she crawled back on top of him, planting her ass on his stomach and caressing his cheeks.

"Do I have anything on my face?" she asked, a mask of white glaze coating her entire face.

"Just a bit" he panted, making her laugh.

They embraced in their sweaty mess as the pleasure chamber of the Madan Mahal Fort bared witness to another passionate bond formed beneath its wall after centuries!

BACK IN MUMBAI


Back at the Alumni Party.Dheeraj nudged Hemant playfully. 

"Come on, Hemant. Everyone’s waiting. Sing something, will you?" 

Hemant chuckled, brushing his salt-peppered hair back, hiding the weight of nostalgia behind his smile.

"Dheeraj , I haven't singed for quiet a decade now"

"Come on. Old habbits die hard. I know you got this!"

A guitar was passed to him—aged, worn, its wooden body bearing scratches like battle scars. He hadn’t touched one in years. The strings were stiff, foreign under his fingers, but slowly, like a long-lost friend remembered, his hands found the chords. The crowd around him softened their voices, leaning closer. Even Anuj and his fiancée paused mid-conversation, sensing something more than performance was about to unfold.

Hemant reached into his wallet. Nestled in a quiet corner of his heart was a photograph—Sonarika. Her gentle smile stared back at him from behind the plastic film. He pressed his lips to it without thought, as natural as breathing, before slipping it back. 

Hemant chose the one song that has been close to his heart for a long time. Only this time , a different woman was on his mind. He imagined Sonarika's warm smile, her giggles, her glittering eyes as he started the song "Kitni Narmi Se" from the movie Dil Jo Bhi Kahey.


The moment his guitar strings started to move and emanated a simple tune. One by one each guest present there start to get silent. But then Hemant hummed the initial vocals of the song and the moment his voice came , the entire restaurant was captivated. Hemant was able to match the intensity and emotion that Sonu Nigam created with that song.

Soon the lyrics started flowing with Hemant's voice.


Kitni Narmi Se , Kitne Dheere Se,

Kitni Narmi Se , Kitne Dheere Se,

Dil Mein Aati Hain,

Dil Mein Aati Hain Dabe Paon Mohabbat Aur Phir,

Dhadkanon Mein Yeh Chupke Bolti Hain,

Rang Sa Zindagi Mein Gholti Hain,

Aakhon Aakhon Mein Jaise Bolti Hain,

Aakhon Aakhon Mein Jaise Bolti Hain,

Haule Se...........Dheere Se,

Kitni Narmi Se , Kitne Dheere Se.


Anuj's fiance leaned her head to his shoulder feeling the romantic ambience Hemant was creating with the song. Hemant felt serene singing the song while his mind pictured Sonarika in their home sitting listening to him sing. Hemant stringed his guitar imagining Karan and Sonarika listening to him sing. His heart fluttered with the memories of his family.


MEANWHILE IN JABALPUR


Back in Jabalpur, the walls of the fort could no longer hold them. Sonarika and Vikram drove in silence, their hands brushing on the gear shift. Their desire roared louder than words.

At Hotel Golden Dream, they barely made it to the suite. The door shut behind them, and clothes followed suit. She laughed once—nervous, breathless—before Vikram lifted her and carried her into the shower.

Water ran. Steam rose. And so did their heat.


Sonarika wrapped her arms around him and started kissing him passionately. The shower turned into a theatre of hunger. Vikram’s lips trailed down Sonarika’s wet skin, her gasps echoing off the tiles. She clung to him—not just out of lust, but out of confusion, desire, longing. The past dissolved between droplets of water and desperate kisses.

He whispered her name, again and again.

And she didn’t resist. Vikram soon turned Sonarika around and had her hold the pole. She bent over in front of him. The water fell down onto her back, rolling down over her ass. Vikram's wet body moved up close and he entered her. He began to fuck her slowly but it wasn't long before he was pounding his cock into her.

She gripped the pole and began screaming his name 

"Ahhh!! Vicky! Don't Stop!!"

Their bodies together looked even more erotic with water cascading over them. The water was beating down on their lusting bodies. Last night, they were making love, now they were fucking. Vikram grabbed her hips, he was really giving it to her now. His ass clenched as he slid back and forth into her hot pussy.

Quickly, he slid out of her, and took one hand to force her down to her knees. He grabbed his cock and began stroking. She opened her mouth willingly. Vikram began to shoot his cum into her mouth and on her face. Sonarika had it all over her face and chin. Vikram smiled at her. A sight he loved cherishing in his memory , seeing her drenched in his fluids.



BACK IN MUMBAI



Tamanna arrived late, slightly flustered, her hair tousled from the commute. She paused just inside the restaurant. And there he was.

Hemant. Singing.

Phool Par Aur Jaise Girthi Hain,

Lehar Saahil Se Jaise Milti Hain,

His voice—soft, rich, heartbreakingly tender—pierced through the chatter in her mind. Her steps slowed. She sat at the edge of the gathering, folding her hands in her lap, tears already welling from places long buried. She imagined him beside her, singing to her.

Khushbu Jaise Fiza Mein Chaati Hain,

Dil Mein Aise Mohabbat Aati Hain,


Hemant sang with closed eyes, his voice echoing Sonu Nigam’s tone but carrying a weight entirely his own. Every word was chosen for her. Every note rang with love, ache, and a hidden fear. But in each of his vocals , he cherished his family. His lovely boy Karan playing in the garden of his dream house. While at the same time , his wife , his love , his Sonarika. Looking at him as he is singing his song.


People watched in reverence. Dheeraj had stopped joking. Anuj squeezed his fiancée’s hand. And Tamanna sat completely still, letting her imagination take her backward in time. While Hemant imagined the future that in his eyes were perfect , the dream house they always wanted. Karan holding onto Hemant and Sonarika's hands as they explore the lush green lawn. The morning sunlight highlighting the dews in the grass. Everything about it was perfect as tears formed in his eyes as the lyrics of the song continued.


Dhadkanon Mein Yeh Chupke Bolti Hain,

Rang Sa Zindagi Mein Gholti Hain,

Aakhon Aakhon Mein Jaise Bolti Hain,

Aakhon Aakhon Mein Jaise Bolti Hain,

Haule Se...........Dheere Se,

Kitni Narmi Se , Kitne Dheere Se.


BACK IN JABALPUR


Sonarika and Vikram tumbled onto the suite’s bed, the sheets soon a tangled mess of desire and water. It wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, intoxicating, damning.


She opened her legs for him as he got on top. She grabbed his cock and guided it into her, and it was beautiful. They looked at each other, then he finally put it in. Vikram was now inside Sonarika again. They have no idea how many times they did it today.

"Ahhhh!" she gasped as she stared into his eyes, slightly painful but mostly horny.

"You feel so fucking good, baby..." he said while she wrapped her legs around his body.

"AHH! AHH! MHMM!!" she moaned.

He thrusted his cock inside her hard, all while keeping it sensual and romantic. Then, he stepped it up a notch. He got both of her legs with one hand, then leaned down over her, folding her like a lawn chair.

"Vicky....you're killing me!!!!" she moaned.

Vikram was in complete dominance of Sonarika. He then turned her body around; again, she didn't hesitate to follow along at all. He continued to thrust his cock inside her with such power, while she was caught in a complete trance. The freshly showered water was replaced by newly created sweats in their bodies.
He then turned her body to get into a spooning position for a while, with one of her legs up in the air with her toes pointed in a stiff vertical position. He kept kissing her neck, ears, and cheeks from behind her. Her eyes were shut and her mouth wide open, almost drooling of pleasure. Then, he rubbed her clit slowly and softly. As he did, he worked his hands up to her nipples, while kissing her neck all at once. That's was the final nail on the coffin.

"AHHH!!!!! AHHHHH!!!! VICKY!!!!!!! AHHH!!!!!" 

Sonarika yelled, rolling her eyes back as she reached her orgasm. Her body shook violently. She trembled as she tried to hold on to him, then the bedsheets. There were chills all over her body as she slowly starting moving her hand towards her pussy to feel the wetness.
She fell to the bed. She was defeated. As she gathered strength for a few minutes, he cuddled around and made-out with her in their beautiful afterglow.

"My god Vicky.....you are really going to put my pills to the test for the day!!!!" 

Sonarika said, cutely giggling as she looked into his eyes in between kisses. She cuddled into him and lay her head on his chest and caressed it. She was slowly feeling weak from all the workout her body had for the day as she was drifting to sleep on his chest, but there was something still pending with Vikram; he was still hard as a rock.
He lightly kissed her neck, breasts, and caressed her legs with his rough hands.

"Mmm..." moaned Sonarika, half-asleep.

"I want more, babe," he said.

"Mmm...of course you do..." said Sonarika, still asleep.

He snuck in between her legs, missionary style, got his hard cock and glided it into Sonarika who was still dripping wet from their earlier round.

"Ahhhh!! MY GOD VICKY!!" moaned Sonarika. 

She was still half-asleep. However, she wasn't saying 'no' to Vikram having her for the nth time for the day.
Vikram sensually fucked Sonarika, again, kissing and nibbling on her neck as he did. Vikram gradually started thrusting harder and harder as he put his fingers in Sonarika's mouth, to which she proceeded to suck on while she moaned uncontrollably. He had enough of the "love-making" and was now fucking her.

"Ah! Fuck!" he moaned loudly.

"AHHH!!! VICKY YOU'RE KILLING ME!!" she moaned, until the real magic finally happened.

Vikram came inside Sonarika. He didn't pull out. He didn't even try to. He left the cock in until he emptied it inside her body. All this while they embraced in another deep, beautiful kiss. It wasn't long before the cum ran out of Sonarika's body and onto the bed sheets.

She kept kissing and could not seem to get enough of him. He finally unlocked something in her that had been laid buried for a long time, and she seemed to enjoy it more than ever in her life. Vikram was very similar to Rocky right now , only difference is unlike Rocky , Vikram actually cares for her.

"Where have you been all of my life?" 

Sonarika whispered to Vikram with her eyes closed and letting out more cute giggles in between their sensual kisses.

She caressed his hair, his face and looked into his eyes. Vikram traced his fingers along Sonarika’s spine as she lay half-asleep in his arms. She murmured something unintelligible, and he kissed her temple. Their affair, once reckless, now felt hauntingly tender. The storm had passed, but its scent lingered—on her skin, in his breath, in the way she didn’t pull away.

                                                                                                                                                                                               (CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                                                                 (CHAPTER CONTD)

THAT EVENING



The sounds of dhol and DJ beats filled the air as guests mingled and laughed in the brightly lit lawn of the reception venue in Jabalpur. Fairy lights twinkled above like stars in a clear sky, casting a soft glow on the guests below. Amidst the vibrant crowd, Sonarika made a graceful entrance, her blue lehengaa swaying with every elegant step. Beside her, Vikram walked with quiet confidence, his brown blazer complementing the richness of her outfit. Though many eyes were drawn to the glamorous couple, it was only each other that Sonarika and Vikram could see. A rekindled fire crackled silently between their glances, ignited by recent passion and old, unspoken emotions.

They found a quiet corner under a tree wrapped in golden lights, where their fingers subtly intertwined. Sonarika looked around, smiling at familiar faces, but her gaze kept falling back to Vikram. 

"You clean up rather well, Mr. Millionaire" 

Sonarika said teasingly, her voice honeyed with affection. Vikram gave her a smirk, leaning slightly closer. 

"And you, Soniye are the storm that walked into this reception. Do you know how many jaws dropped when you entered?” 

Her laughter was soft but carried the weight of months missed and moments regained.


As the bride Rachika and groom Jayesh basked in the spotlight, the married couple’s voice rang out. 

"Let’s get some of our friends to the dance floor! Sonarika and Vikram, you’re up!" 

Cheers erupted. Sonarika raised an eyebrow at Vikram, who offered her his hand with a grin. 

"Shall we electrify the evening?" 

"Try to keep up" 

Sonarika replied, taking his hand as the first beats of Dum Dum Mast Hain from Baand Baaja Baaraat blared from the DJ booth.


Their performance was nothing short of mesmerizing. The rhythm, their coordination, the way his hand caught hers at the perfect moment — it was a dance of chemistry, not just choreography. Her blue lehengaa twirled like a wave in moonlight, while Vikram’s crisp moves drew applause. They weren’t just dancing; they were seducing each other in full view of the world, their smiles betraying the heat between them. By the time the song ended, the crowd erupted in whistles and claps, but they only had eyes for each other, breathless and alight with shared thrill.


Back at their table, Vikram leaned in close, his fingers tracing gentle circles on Sonarika’s bare back. 

"I’ve got something for you tonight. In the suite" 

Vikram whispered, his voice thick with promise. Sonarika turned her head slowly, her lips curling into a devilish smirk. 

"A surprise?" she asked, her voice laced with mischief. 

"Vicky didn’t you already exhaust yourself by now? Between the intense night and the morning today? Not to mention the thrilling stuff  at Madan Mahal’s forbidden chamber today…...and the return sexcapades in the suite in the shower twice and in the bed...you're literally putting my pills at risk"


Vikram chuckled, clearly pleased with the memories she invoked. 

"That was just... warm-up" he murmured, brushing his lips lightly against the curve of her ear. 

"This is different. It means something to me. I think it will to you too" 

Sonarika blinked slowly, the amusement in her eyes giving way to curiosity. 

"Now you’ve got me intrigued" she whispered. 

"I thought all your tricks were meant to blow my mind. But this sounds... intimate"


He pulled back, enough to look into her eyes. 

"It is. And I want you to be ready for it. No games, no teasing — just you and me, with nothing in between but truth" 

For a moment, the laughter around them faded. Sonarika felt her heart shift gears. She searched his eyes, reading something deeper, something sacred in his promise. 

"You’re not going to propose, are you?" she joked nervously, trying to lighten the moment. 

"Because that will make things complicated"

Vikram laughed, brushing her hair back from her cheek. 

"No. But maybe... someday" 

That silenced her. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder as the DJ switched to a slow romantic number. 

"This better be worth it" she whispered. 

She tilted her face up, her lips brushing his chin. 

"Cannot wait for tonight" 

He smiled, their fingers tightening as the world danced around them — but for them, time had paused.


The elevator ride up to the top floor of Golden Dream was quiet, but electric with anticipation. Vikram stood behind Sonarika, one hand gently resting on the small of her back, the other buried in his pocket, his thumb fidgeting nervously. Throughout Rachika’s reception, he’d teased her with sly smiles and vague hints. 

"I've got something for you tonight!"  He whispered, brushing a strand of her hair aside while they danced. 

Now, as the elevator dinged open to the luxurious suite floor, Sonarika felt her heart begin to race. As Vikram unlocked the door and stepped aside, allowing her in first, she froze. The suite was transformed. Rose petals littered the floor, and fragrant jasmine garlands hung like soft curtains around the grand king-sized bed in his bedroom. Candlelight flickered from every corner, casting golden shadows on the walls. For a moment, Sonarika forgot to breathe.

“Vicky?” she whispered, her voice trembling. 

"What is this?" 

Her eyes scanned the room, heart hammering now not from excitement, but unease. 

"This is... this looks like—"

"A wedding night suite?"  Vikram finished for her with a smile, stepping in and gently closing the door behind him. 

"Yes. It is"

She turned to him, stepping back slightly. 

"This is too much" she said softly, shaking her head. 

"I’m married. This... this feels wrong. Like you’re trying to replace something that belongs to someone else"

Vikram’s smile faded into something more tender. He stepped forward, slowly, holding her gaze. 

"No, Soni. I’m not trying to replace anything. This isn’t about Hemant. It’s about you"

He guided her gently toward the guest bedroom and pushed open the door. Inside, dbangd across the bed, was a red and gold bridal saree—opulent, shimmering in the candlelight—and next to it, a spread of dazzling jewelry: bangles, necklaces, earrings, anklets. Sonarika gasped. 

"What is all this?" she asked, her fingers brushing the fabric as though it might burn her.

"You once told me" Vikram began, voice soft. 

"That your wedding night with Hemant was a blur of fatigue, rituals, and disappointment. You never got that magical first night. I wanted to gift it to you—not as Hemant, not as your husband. But as the man who sees you, wants you, and wants to give you what you missed"

She stared at him, a hundred emotions warring inside her. It was romantic, yes—but also dangerously intimate. Was he doing the same mistake again? Trying to outdo Hemant and compare with him? Or was he simply loving her the way no one else had dared? 

"You’ll be in your bedroom?" she asked quietly.

"Our bedroom.....waiting for my bride" Vikram nodded.

The door shut behind her, and Vikram returned to the main bedroom. The air smelled of sandalwood and rose, the bed freshly made with silken sheets, the water glass on the bedside table. He waited. And waited. Thirty minutes passed, and his heart began to sink. Maybe he’d misjudged. Maybe she couldn’t bring herself to go through with it.

That was the moment when the door to the bedroom was opened and Vikram turned towards it in baited breaths. Sonarika walked in slowly. Sonarika was dressed like a bride, as if she was walking into her wedding ceremony. She looked absolutely stunning in it. She walked a few steps toward him and paused a moment to acknowledge his surrender. Vikram was lost in her beauty. 

The saree was a stunning combination of red with shades of gold in small checked designs all over it. The soothing  shade of the saree was complemented by the elegant gold and red paisley border. The blouse was complete red with gold patterns in the edge and matched the designs of the saree. Sonarika had made conscious efforts to look presentable. Starting from the nude matte red lipstick and a gold jewellery to cover her throat and also matching it are some big gold jhumka earrings and her signature hair wrapped in a bun covered with a flower bundle and then there was a big waist jewellery that covered her stomach from above her saree. 

She looked like a bride who was stepping into her wedding hall , her complete showcase was enough to make the whole look scream rich and grandeur. She slowly walked to him, and stood with a pregnant smile that showed she was enjoying the undivided attention from him. Her transformation from a milfy beauty in her lehenga to almost a stunning bride had suddenly elevated the mood of the night into something else. 

Vikram stared, utterly spellbound.

"You look... divine" he breathed. 

"Like a dream I never knew I had"

Sonarika looked away, biting her lip. 

"This feels... strange. Like I’ve stepped into someone else’s fantasy"

He stepped closer, cupping her face. 

"No. You’ve stepped into your own. Let me give you what your wedding night should have been"

He leaned in, his lips brushing hers, tentative at first, until she responded. The kiss deepened, heat blooming between them. His fingers found the clasp of her necklace and gently unhooked it. One by one, he undressed her, removing each piece of jewelry with reverence—her bangles clinking as they slid off, anklets jingling before falling silent on the carpet.

They were kissing, their hands were busy exploring each other as their mouths moved slowly together. But then the kiss deepened, lips parting, tongues engaging as they sought to devour each other. She twisted around, moving into him, her arms coiling around his neck as she urgently pressed herself tighter to his body, revelling in the hard musculature of his chest against her large breasts.


Vikram moved his hands to her breasts. He fondled them lovingly for a minute or so eliciting soft mewling sounds of delight from Sonarika. His hands brushed repeatedly across her nipples from over her blouse which were already hard and erect.


Sonarika was overcome in her desire and arousal. She could feel the wetness between her legs, and the longing despite a day worth of fucking. She kissed him harder, forcing her tongue between his lips, finding and engaging with his. He returned her kiss forcefully, his lips locked with hers as the kiss intensified.



And as they kissed, Vikram unhooked the straps of her blouse lowering the blouse arms from her shoulders. He was cherishing every single moment of her undressing as he kept on kissing her exposed skin. He moved his lips down and rubbed his face on her cleavage. Sonarika moaned as she placed her hands on his head as he bit her boob from over her blouse. His mouth travelled down and explored her belly taking his time sucking every part of it!


He took his sweet time on her stomach, kept on sucking her skin. It ended up being a great ministration for Sonarika as she was getting more and more excited as her hands played with his hair. Soon he turned her around and sucked and smooched her buttcheeks from over her petticoat. Sonarika kept on moaning on his ministrations as he savored every part of her. Eventually his hands travelled inside her petticoat and just like that he removed her black panty and put it in his pant pocket. He soon got up and kissed her passionately


Vikram lean in and sucked her lips again. Sonarika couldn't help herself as she responded with moans.


Her head was spinning as Vikram pulled her closer, one hand holding her head to his, the other wandering down to fondle her breast before eventually dropping lower to squeeze her lovely ass cheeks.


She moaned into his mouth and as their kissing intensified Vikram took hold of her ass with both hands and pulled her firmly into his bulging crotch. He was beside himself as he grounded himself against her mound. He could feel her respond as she kissed him back a little harder. But eventually he stopped when he led her to the bed. Vikram pushed her shoulders lower as he began to kneel on his knees. He started lifting up her saree bottoms and her petticoat as he sucked and kissed her thighs. Eventually she was nude from the waist down as her leaking pussy came into view. Vikram cherished the view as he stopped wasting any more time looking at it. 


Vikram jumped right in with his tongue. Licking and slurping up all of the juices that had already accumulated. She tasted wonderful and he could not get enough of her. He pushed as much of his tongue as he could into her dripping cunt and fucked her with it slowly. Going back and forth, sliding between her folds. Sonarika loved every second of it. She was moaning and playing with her own nipples. She eventually worked on her blouse and soon her bra followed and just like that she was almost nude with some of her saree and petticoat bunched up at her waist.


Her clit was sticking out and he thought it also deserved some attention. Vikram guided his tongue towards it, licking through her pussy before he could get to it. 

"Ohhhh" She moaned loudly as he finally made contact. 

Once Vikram did he would not release it. He continued running his tongue on the little bud making her buck her hips against his face. Vikram pushed a finger into her and finger fucked her as he sucked at her clit mercilessly. 


"Mhmmm...Ohhh..." 


Sonarika was now going crazy pumping her hips against his face. Her make-up and her glow was gone and she was now covered in sweat getting her pleasure buds ravaged by her lover. She was so close to cumming her pussy was basically raining juices into his mouth. His throat was doing a swallowing motion. He added a second finger in her cunt and fucked her faster. 


"Just like that!! ohhhhhh." 

More of her juices were deposited onto his tongue as his throat was swallowing gulp after gulp. She wouldn't stop cumming and continued to buck against his face as her body continued to convulse in the bed.



"Stop! Please stop Vicky!" She begged him pushing his head away from her pulsating cunt.


Her pussy lips were vibrating as more juices secreted while the skin had turned red. She was basically crying from the powerful orgasm Vikram just gave her. A teary smile came from her face. It was the face of satisfaction , something she had once in the past. But today she was giving to someone else who gave her a memorable orgasm.



"I love your taste baby!" Vikram said licking his lips while standing up and removing his pants.


"You sucked the soul out of me Vicky.......I don't think I'll be able to return the favor even if I tried "


"I don't need that babe......not today......wanna make us feel good.......lets make ourselves whole again....."


He striped nude revealing his monster hard on standing like a hammer as he pushed Sonarika to the bed. He quickly got ontop of her and started to kiss her with passion and vigor. Sonarika happily obliged as their lips slurping filled their first night decorated bedroom. 


Eventually his mouth started travelling down as he sucked on her skin,  on her neck and eventually reached her enormous globes. Vikram squeezed her breasts together, his fingers flicking against her perfectly sized and formed nipples. He was amazed at how lovely her breasts were. They looked more like the breasts of a super-model not a working wife.


"Vicky......ohhhh..........you...ooohhh..." 


Sonarika closed her eyes and sighed deeply, her mouth wide open. Vikram was sucking on her nipples. He couldn't resist them, they had looked so succulent. She could already feel they were hard and erect. Her back stretched to the back of the bed as she ran her hands through Vikram's hair.


"Oooohhhh...mmmmm...that feels...so good..." She moaned as her body began to move.


"Oohh!" She gasped as she felt Vikram push a finger inside her pussy, swiftly followed by another. 

His thumb was grinding against her clit as he rubbed it round in a circular motion.


"Oh my...ohhhh..ohhhhhh...Vicky.......Vicky.......oohhhh......" 


Sonarika groaned loudly as her passion grew once more. Vikram eventually stopped rubbing her which made Sonarika break out of her trance. She looked miff but the moment she looked down she started to breath heavily. Vikram was getting ready with his cock as he jerked it a few times and then got on top of her. He grabbed his swollen member and pushed the head of his cock against her wet entrance. Sonarika was biting her lip as he eased the head of his cock just inside of her, her lips wet with anticipation. Vikram eased himself down onto her. He held his cock at her entrance as he maintained his weight on top of her. There was a beat where the only sound in the room was the heavy breathing of the two lovers.



Vikram slowly and deliberately pushed the entire length of his cock into Sonarika. Sonarika's hands gripped his shoulders, her face contorting in pleasure. Her legs spread further apart, opening herself up, allowing Vikram unrestricted access to her most prized possession.


"Ahh, Vicky!!" Sonarika moaned as she felt Vikram's thick cock slide into her. 


"Ah, Ah, Mhmmmm, oh, ahhh"


It seems like she is now more accustomed to him. But Sonarika noticed one thing , instead of his insane animalistic fucking. Vikram was doing it slow and tender. His thrusts somewhat mimicking Hemants. For a few seconds , her mind pictured the roof of the house boat where she had her honeymoon with Hemant. Even now as she looks at the flowers and garlands arranged , she could not help but remember that night with Hemant in that house boat. How those flowers ended up covering them once they were done. And tonight , she feels it will happen again , only this time it will not be Hemant with her. Remembering him at that moment brought a twinge of hurt and pain in her mind. But soon her mind was captured by Vikram's calm and slow ministrations.   


Vikram grunted, and he started a series of slow, long thrusts into her. Sonarika start to feel alive with her breathing breaking and feeling of the cock within her. There was no desperation tonight like last night , Vikram was taking his time , enjoying his moment with Sonarika. Vikram sunk his full length into Sonarika , and her body convulsed once and then again. Sonarika's meaty, thick legs extended and wrapped around Vikram's waist, pulling him closer to her.



Sonarika smiled at Vikram as he thrusted into her with power and passion, causing her breasts to jiggle and her face to register her ecstasy as her mouth formed an 'O' when she felt his length push deeper into her. Vikram's smooth fingers grabbed Sonarika by the chin, and turned her head to face him , feeling each other's breaths.



"How's that feel?" 


Vikram grunted as he continued his slow assault on Sonarika's married pussy, punctuating his question with a hard push. Sonarika closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, focusing on the feeling of Vikram's cock sliding in and out of her. She'd become used to his thrusts as her body started adapting since Vikram's last night pounding.


"Goo--" Sonarika's breath caught in her throat at Vikram's thrust. 


"Good. So good. Ohhhh AHHH"


Vikram's hand began to play with Sonarika's breasts. Kneading the flesh, stoking the flames of her excitement. Sonarika locked her ankles and tighten around Vikram's shapely ass. She ran her hands up his stomach, exploring the sweat formed in his abs until they came to rest on his broad chest. She couldn't take her eyes of her lover's beautiful face as her mouth was open seeing him , feeling his thrusts and his breaths , enjoying every single stroke of his meaty cock. 


"Mhmmmmmmmm" the moan escaped her lips.



He knew just how to touch her. He stroked her, stroked her sides and breasts with his thumbs, his hand was on her throat as he pinned her to the bed. He kissed her ear and neck gently, teasing, he tongued her ears. He held himself inside her, pressed balls deep as far as he could possibly get in her. Vikram fucked her with shallow strokes, brushing her clit and g spot. He played her body like a master, wringing pleasure from her over and over,  cooing encouragement in her ear. 

"You belong to me Soni.....your mind....your body.....its mine to cherish..."

"Ahhh....Ahhhh....Vicky.....Ahh...."

"Look at us.......we are such a perfect fit......we are made for each other.....rgghh.....I love you Soni!"

"Mhmmm.....Vicky....mmmm"

"Keep calling my name Soni.....I love to hear my name from you...."

"Oh Vicky....ahhhh......this.....feels.....Ahhh.....so good..."

"Yessss.....Soni....I feel complete with you......this is our destiny....rgghhh....mgghhh.....we are perfect for each other..."

The garlands overhead shook gently with their rhythm. The petals scattered over the sheets clung to their glistening skin. Sonarika moaned as Vikram took her slowly, every movement tender yet possessive. The water glass on the table trembled with the motion, nearly tipping with each powerful thrust.

Their breathing turned ragged, moans swallowed by kisses, fingers tangled in hair and sheets. The world outside the room ceased to exist—no guilt, no rings on fingers, no unfinished vows. Just a man and a woman, lost in each other, burning in a moment carved out of forbidden fire.

"Soni....I am getting close.....I am going to fill you again!!!"

"Ahhh....Ahhh.....You're killing me....I can't take this any more.....I am loosing it...Ahhh"

"Just a bit more Soni......we'll be there together....perfectly in sync....."

"Ahhh....Vicky....Ahhhh!!!!"

Faster and faster he moved, his hips almost a blur as he plundered her pussy. Sonarika was crying out now, screaming her pain and pleasure as she felt the feeling growing within.

"YES... YES... YEEESSS... YEEEEESSSS... AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" 

Sonarika screamed, as with one final thrust from Vikram, she came to her climax. She felt her whole body shake as her orgasm ripped through her body, the intensity causing her to momentarily lose focus as her head swam and her eyes rolled back into their sockets.

She grabbed Vikram's head, squashing his face into her large boobs. She could scarcely breathe as she gasped for air. And as she was riding her orgasm , he came, buried deep inside her. Vikram flooded Sonarika's pussy with his seed as he spilled his pleasure in her body. Growling, pounding into her once... twice... three times... and then a primal yell as his whole body tensed and he pulsed again and again and again... long, full, powerful pulses... filling her.

At last, as the final wave consumed them both, Vikram collapsed into her warmth, their bodies soaked in sweat and scented with jasmine. She clung to him, heart racing, and for the first time in years, Sonarika felt whole. 

"You kept your promise" she whispered.

“I always will" Vikram murmured against her ear as he finally said. 

"Tonight, you were truly mine"

Their kisses slowed, growing tender. Vikram brushed her lower lip with his thumb, his forehead resting against hers. 

"I missed this" he whispered. 

Sonarika’s eyes fluttered open, filled with the same torment and desire. 

"I tried to forget you" she breathed. 

"But I remembered every time I touched silence" The ache in her voice made his chest tighten.


Both of them were exhausted from the excessive sexual sessions they had for the whole day as their bodies gave up and both drifted off to sleep. The bedroom became silent as the two lovers went into deep slumber covered in flowers and sweat.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                     (CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                                                             (CHAPTER CONTD)

The morning sun cast a golden hue across the marble patio, warming Sonarika’s bare shoulders as a gentle breeze whispered through the trees below. She stood there in a flowing pink gown that glowed under the morning light, its soft fabric fluttering around her ankles. Before her stretched the lush green outskirts of Jabalpur, a painter’s dream of serenity and bloom. The memory of the previous night still lingered sweetly on her skin—the scent of roses, the touch of silk sheets, the fire of Vikram’s lips.


Lost in the view, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, feeling the sun kiss her face. Then she felt him—Vikram—slip his arms around her waist, his warmth pressing gently against her back. He kissed her cheek with reverence, like she was a goddess he had just rediscovered. She sighed, resting her hands over his. The moment shimmered, suspended in time like a photograph bathed in gold.

"I love you" he whispered, the words brushing against her skin like velvet. 

Sonarika turned slowly, her eyes searching his. Something in her chest tightened and then melted. She didn’t speak. She only kissed him—deeply, with the hunger of all the lonely years and all the longing that had built since Manali. Their embrace was fire and silk, past and future collapsing into one perfect second.

But then, the wind grew cold. The colors dulled. The patio faded like wet paint running down glass. She blinked—and in the next instant, she was standing barefoot in a dim, cold hallway. The marble was gone, replaced by grey floor tiles. The scent of roses vanished, replaced by incense and despair. Her pink gown was now a plain white salwaar kameez. No jewellery adorned her; she was stripped, bare, exposed.

People were gathered, murmuring, some sobbing softly. Neighbours, distant relatives, family friends—all dressed in the color of mourning. Sonarika’s breath caught in her throat. She recognized the hallway—it was her apartment building in Mumbai. Her feet moved of their own accord, drawn forward into the home she once filled with laughter, now consumed by stillness.

Inside, Meghna held her hand and looked at her with pitying eyes. Disha sat beside her, trying to suppress her sobs. The atmosphere inside was suffocating. Mouni and Kunal stood quietly near the hallway, along with Sagar, all dbangd in ghostly white, their faces carved with sorrow. The house felt like a mausoleum, time frozen in a single moment of grief.

She walked into the living room, her heart pounding like a war drum. Anjali was there—her eyes red, her voice hoarse as she cried openly. The sound was a jagged blade against Sonarika’s ears. But what shattered her soul was what she saw near the balcony: her son Karan, sitting on the floor, unmoving. His face pale, his eyes vacant. The boy who once made her laugh with his silly impressions now looked like a hollow vessel.

And then she saw him. In the center of the room, shrouded in white sheets, his form eerily still. A divine lamp burned above his head. Cotton in his nose. Hemant. Her Hemant. Gone. The breath in her lungs vanished as if snatched by a cruel hand. She screamed—a raw, unfiltered cry of agony that ripped through the dream and tore her from its grasp.

Sonarika bolted upright, drenched in sweat, her chest heaving. Her eyes darted around in panic until she recognized the opulent suite, the soft rustling of curtains, and the bed scattered with flower petals. Vikram lay beside her, fast asleep, his features calm, untouched by the storm inside her. Her own body was tangled in garlands and remnants of passion. She was not home. She was in his world.

Trembling, she pulled what she could from her discarded saree—her blouse and petticoat—and covered herself. Her hands fumbled for the jug of water near the window. She gulped greedily, as if the water could wash away the nightmare, could cleanse her of the vision of Hemant's still face. But nothing could drown that image—it clung to her like guilt.

She sank into a chair in the corner of the room, burying her face in her hands, muffling the sobs that broke free from her. As she looked at Vikram, peacefully dreaming, a thousand thoughts raced through her mind. He had awakened something fierce and alive in her—but tonight, her conscience had clawed its way back to the surface.

Her thoughts drifted back to her life with Hemant. How he’d brought her breakfast in bed on weekends, how he danced awkwardly with Karan in the living room just to make them laugh. Their lazy Sunday brunches, the trips to the beach, the monsoon evenings on the balcony—all of it, vivid as sunlight on still water.

And then—Vikram. The charming client at her Tanishq office. The one who asked about antique gold patterns and ended up asking about her favorite books. The man with poetry in his voice and electricity in his eyes. Their business meetings turned party calls, party calls turned long trips, and one day in Manali—beneath that tree on that rainy day—turned into a kiss that changed everything.

That kiss led to a wildfire. The inauguration night of the Golden Dream marked the beginning of an affair too powerful to contain. Their encounters became more frequent, more reckless. His flat at Galaxy Apartments was their hidden world. But eventually, she had pulled away. She had chosen Hemant—out of guilt, out of anger, out of love.

But now, she was back in the flames. This hotel—the very birthplace of their sins—had seen their rebirth. Only this time, it felt different. Vikram wasn’t just a forbidden thrill anymore. He was becoming an addiction, a mirror to her true self. With him, she felt bold, alive—yet simultaneously, deeply ashamed.

Her conscience struck hard now. Hemant, who never once questioned her late meetings. Hemant, who stood up for her when she doubted herself. Hemant, who pieced together a shattered Sonarika from that painful breakup with Rocky , who moulded and motivated her to rise up and become better. Hemant, who loved her without conditions, without suspicion. And she? She had turned his trust into ashes. The nightmare was not just a dream—it was a warning, a glimpse of what her choices could lead to.

As Vikram still lay asleep, Sonarika made a quiet vow. She was going to do something sane. Hemant , his pure heart , he doesn't deserve a mess like her. She was no longer worthy to be his love. She accepted her sin and now she was willing to burn herself. But she doesn't want Hemant to burn with it. She must end this before everything goes out of her hand.


As the morning sunlight emanated into the suite. Vikram slowly got up , he was exhausted , he felt his energy was drained as he plucked out flower petals that have sticked into his body. A smile crossed his face as he remembered the things he did last night. He moved his hand to the amazing woman probably beside him to caress her but was shocked to find that part of the bed empty. Vikram panicked and startled and got up to see Sonarika not being present in the bedroom. 


He thought she must be in distress if she was thinking about him and her mistakes again. Vikram put on his boxers and pants and went out of the bedroom. When he reached the main hall of the suite , he saw Sonarika sitting in the couch. She was dressed up wearing a blue salwaar kameez. Gone was that shining and smiling Sonarika. She sat there contemplating about something. Vikram also noticed the bird pendant was gone. She has worn back her mangalsutra and also had vermillion on her forehead. She was no longer the woman he slept with last night , she was sitting there as a wife.

"I just wanna say thank you Vicky. This week , the time spent here , you've shown me something I missed.And more than that , you brought clarity to my mind. To finally see sanity in my vision"

"It wasn’t just sex" Vikram finally said.

She froze. He turned to her, face unmasked. 

"This week. The things we did yesterday night , the whole day , last night, whatever we had—it wasn’t just that"

"I know" she whispered.

"I respected your choice to end it" he said, voice rough. 

"But don’t think I ever stopped wanting you" Vikram said with a sigh.

She looked up at him, a hundred emotions coiling in her chest. 

"You think I did? I separated us because you disrespected him. But now in these few days , I feel like I am sinking lower and lower , loosing myself and my sanity"

"We kissed. We made love. We remembered. That’s not drowning" Vikram clarified

"You think this is love?" Sonarika questioned

"It never stopped being for me" Vikram poured his heart out

She turns to him, fierce and soft all at once.

"I have a husband. A child. A life that I fought to keep" Sonarika said reminding him her reality.

"And yet you came to me. Without a fight" Vikram responded pointing out her decisions.

"Because I’m weak around you" Sonarika finally admitted.

"No. Because you’re honest around me" Vikram claimed.

"You confuse me" She blinks away a tear.

"No. I bring you back to yourself. You just don’t like what you see"

His words struck a chord in her heart strings. She remembered Hemant's face. She understood that she was doing the worst kind of betrayal to him , and it wasn't his fault.

"You know this morning. I remembered something. One time I had this terrible period problem. I didn't take the precaution I should've and I ended up messing my dress. I took an early leave and when I returned home , Hemant was there too. I was nervous whether Hemant will freak out on my situation. But then the opposite happened , when he learned that I had bleeding , he provided his help in anything I need. Once I was done cleaning and my pain started to shoot. Hemant arrived with a warm water bag. He simply knew when I was in pain and provided the necessary help without me asking it. Many days and nights like that and I always believed I did something good in my past life to get a man like him in this one"

Vikram knew where this was going. He knew the guilt in her was rising at the moment as she continued.

"I couldn't sleep last night Vicky. Because I saw something so haunting , that it wasn't just a nightmare , it was like the universe showing me the future if I continue my life like this. I cannot keep doing this to Hemant. His pure unconditional love towards me is simply not right anymore. I don't deserve it , I am no longer worthy of his love"

Vikram was now nervous as he didn't expect Sonarika to go this tense. He knew what she was going to say , and he feared it not because of him. But what that will do to her. With baited breaths Vikram stood as finally Sonarika revealed it.

"I am going to tell him Vicky. I am going to tell Hemant the truth!"

The air in the room was tight with how the situation developed. Vikram knew the consequences for an action like that will be much much drastic.

"You don’t owe him this. You don’t have to burn everything down"
 
Vikram tried to act like hypocrite , trying to tame Sonarika in not taking such a drastic step.

"No. I do. I have to tell him. Every detail. Not just about my infidelity — about me. About who I’ve become"

"Soni , think for a second. This will destroy everything. Hemant… Karan. Your family. Your sister. You’re not just breaking your heart — you’ll break theirs too"

"I know. And I hate it. But Vicky… I can’t look at Hemant’s face every day and keep lying. I’m not just cheating on him — I’m turning him into a fool. I cannot repay him for fixing my past trauma by betraying his trust , I am not going to do that. I am willing to pay for my sins , suffer the consequences. But I can't keep betraying my family after everything. I know they will hate me , Anju will no longer see me as an inspiration. Karan will be too innocent and young to understand anything and Hemant? I am honestly very terrified of his reaction. How he will react when he learns that I've been betraying him for his pure love. But honestly I have to do this , not just for me , for him"

Vikram was silent listening to her explaining her pain. He knew this is where it would end up , but he wasn't expecting Sonarika to jump the gun this soon , and in a way it makes sense.

"But why Soni? why now?"

Tears fell from her eyes as her lips quivered. She looked at him overwhelmed with emotions as she confessed.

"Because I love him Vicky. I always did. Sure I might be conflicted in my thoughts , but my love for him never faded. And even now I am doing this only because I love him , but I cannot be worthy to his love after all the things I've done to him. I need some sanity , some sort of closure for my actions. And I don't care if that ruins me , wrecks me to pieces. I want Hemant to see the truth of what I really am. And I don't want Hemant to burn with me in my ruin. I cannot live like this Vicky. I simply can't. Not anymore"

Vikram listened to each of her words. The emotions it carried as she confessed her true feelings , even though it hurt him knowing that despite the closeness they share , she is more involved in fixing her mistakes rather than create new ones made him aspire her. She knew she will be a ruin , but she was willing to go that route just so she can be honest with the man she married showed that despite all the flaws , she had some morality in her. Vikram went near her and consoled her.

"Alright Soni , you do what you want to do. Just remember, when you need me, I'll be there"

Sonarika caressed his face acknowledging his concern.

"I know Vicky. But I have to do this alone. I have to face him , show him the real me. And I have to face the consequences of my choices alone. Thank you for these wonderful days"

Sonarika embraced him , comforting them , thanking him for everything. But deep down , she was also sad that all of this was coming to an end for now.


Vikram helped Sonarika place her small suitcase in the boot of the car. The air between them was quiet, heavy not with regret, but with the kind of ache only lovers torn apart too soon could understand. The vibrant memories of the last few days clung to them like the humidity of the monsoon—passionate wet embraces in his bed, stolen hours between silk sheets, and that unforgettable bold and reckless passion at Madan Mahal, where centuries of silence had echoed their moans of forbidden bliss. Now, standing outside his hotel—the very place where they had rekindled everything—they stared at each other with the knowledge that this was both an ending and something dangerously close to a beginning.


Vikram didn’t say much during the drive. His fingers occasionally brushed hers over the gear shift, each touch sparking a pang of memory, of need, of something he dared not name. Sonarika sat with her body facing forward, but her eyes often drifted toward him, her lips still swollen from the night before, her soul carrying the weight of moments she never expected to live again. She had come for Rachika’s wedding and ended up unearthing the pieces of herself she thought were long buried—pieces that only Vikram could reach. With every mile that passed, the silence between them grew more loaded, as if the car was carrying not just her luggage, but their unspoken truths. Along with it , both of them unbeknownst to each other , shared the fear of the destructive future that awaits them after knowing what Sonarika is going to do.


At the terminal drop-off, Vikram parked and stepped out, walking around to open her door. She stepped out, slowly, as if her legs resented the motion. Their eyes met and lingered, each trying to memorize the other’s face, trying to etch it deep into the recesses where longing hides. 

"Thank you" she whispered, her voice cracking 

"Thank you Vicky for giving me something I never thought I’d feel again. For making me feel like I was yours—even if just for a few days"


Vikram stepped closer, cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing a tear she hadn’t noticed had fallen. 

"You were mine, Soni" he said gently. 

"And in some ways… you always will be. These few days weren’t just passion. I saw you—really saw you. Not as someone’s wife, not as a mother, not as a guest in my hotel. But as you. And I’m not going to pretend this didn’t mean something"

Their lips met one last time—not rushed, not desperate, but reverent. A kiss of closure, perhaps, or maybe a promise waiting in disguise. She pulled away slowly, reluctantly, and turned toward the departure gate. Vikram watched as she disappeared into the crowd, his heart thrumming not with despair, but with something gentler, more dangerous—hope. 


As Sonarika boarded her flight to Mumbai, her fingers trembled slightly, not from guilt, but from the fragile weight of knowing she had opened a door within herself she could never close again. As the plane took off and reached a cruising altitude. She looked through the window seeing the scenic view of Jabalpur. But as she looked ahead she saw in the distance , rain clouds with lightning sparking , shining like razors. It was like a terrible omen as she realized the plane was going to pass through it.


As Sonarika felt a twinge in her heart , she knew she will be doing something that will change her life forever. She just hopes the catastrophie that follows won't shatter everything. But she knew in her heart. 


                                                                                                                                                                                                          The Age Of Darkness Has Just Begun!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                       END OF CHAPTER 18

[Speedy21]

Harry I dnt know y this chapter reminds me of facilitator a lot .....how many time she hook up and feel guilty man.... Every time same old story in her world (guilty) is just a road block but she spreads her legs every time she see vik is the victor her..... Let's start hemant arc man enough of (cuck) ...dont drag to much ...

[Harry Jordan]

Harry I dnt know y this chapter reminds me of facilitator a lot .....how many time  she hook up and feel guilty man.... Every time same old word guilty but she spreads her legs  Feel like vikram is the  victor her..... Let's start hemant arc man enough of (cuck) ...

Yeah I can understand the similarity. But honestly in my opinion , this arc was needed. That is the reason why this chapter had a lot of sex scenes. Because initially when I thought I should reveal the truth by other ways , it didn't feel intriguing enough. But to have Sonarika to go through a phase and then eventually make her understand that she is doing wrong and make her reveal it herself feels the right way because leading the story that way will help have the character have something to do.

Like I said , I initially concieved this story with the idea of Hemant and Sonarika being the lead characters. I developed this chapter in a way to make Sonarika finally see reason. Despite of days of adulterated sex with her so call "thrill" that is Vikram , she is still haunted by her nightmares of Hemant. But by this chapter's ending , she finally gets the clarity and she sees what she has to do. She finally confronts the cheater in her and her love triumps over it , which makes her do the definitive decision to reveal her truth to Hemant.

In the past she did hook and felt guilty. But this time , Vikram truly unlocked her. Made her see the betrayer within , she was no longer making excuses , she confronted her cheating self. Because now , her conflict is taking the "consequence" stage. She knows Hemant will be heartbroken , but still she wants to do it not to hurt him , but to free him from the mess she has become. This is Sonarika accepting her fate that she is fighting a loosing battle. She doesn't have the strength to hold on anymore , her sanity is not letting her cheat anymore. Which is why , Jabalpur special brings the resolve in Sonarika. She wants to burn in her consequence , but at the same time , she doesn't want Hemant to burn with her. Hence she is doing it for him , so that he can be free from the chaos in her life. Sonarika's arc right now is just a woman sacrificing herself to save her family.


This is the start of the consequence phase for Sonarika!

[Speedy21]

Yeah I can understand the similarity. But honestly in my opinion , this arc was needed. That is the reason why this chapter had a lot of sex scenes. Because initially when I thought I should reveal the truth by other ways , it didn't feel intriguing enough. But to have Sonarika to go through a phase and then eventually make her understand that she is doing wrong and make her reveal it herself feels the right way because leading the story that way will help have the character have something to do.

Like I said , I initially concieved this story with the idea of Hemant and Sonarika being the lead characters. I developed this chapter in a way to make Sonarika finally see reason. Despite of days of adulterated sex with her so call "thrill" that is Vikram , she is still haunted by her nightmares of Hemant. But by this chapter's ending , she finally gets the clarity and she sees what she has to do. She finally confronts the cheater in her and her love triumps over it , which makes her do the definitive decision to reveal her truth to Hemant.

In the past she did hook and felt guilty. But this time , Vikram truly unlocked her. Made her see the betrayer within , she was no longer making excuses , she confronted her cheating self. Because now , her conflict is taking the "consequence" stage. She knows Hemant will be heartbroken , but still she wants to do it not to hurt him , but to free him from the mess she has become. This is Sonarika accepting her fate that she is fighting a loosing battle. She doesn't have the strength to hold on anymore , her sanity is not letting her cheat anymore. Which is why , Jabalpur special brings the resolve in Sonarika. She wants to burn in her consequence , but at the same time , she doesn't want Hemant to burn with her. Hence she is doing it for him , so that he can be free from the chaos in her life. Sonarika's arc right now is just a woman sacrificing herself to save her family.


This is the start of the consequence phase for Sonarika!

That not a sacrifice that accepting the mistake  I hope there 1on1 conversation that should make story explode

[Harry Jordan]

That not a sacrifice that accepting the mistake  I hope there 1on1 conversation that should make story explode

Yes but she is sacrificing her love here too. Knowing that she made a mistake , she is willing to let Hemant go , that I believe is a great development for the character. There is also a small aspect of her backstory which will be revealed in the next chapter that will make the plot a bit more interesting.

[Rocky@handsome]

The story has taken a very painful turn. Now, whether Sonarika confesses her infidelity herself or Hemant finds out from someone else, it doesn't matter. In any case, Hemant will be the one to suffer loss, sorrow, and pain. Sonarika's fate is sealed; she'll move on with Vikram and live happily. I'm sure she won't even remember Hemant after a few days.

This infidelity started because Hemant lacked a certain quality - he wasn't aggressive or passionate enough in bed. But over time, her reasons for infidelity seem to have evolved into something more sinister. She's become selfish, prioritizing her desires over her relationship with Hemant.

Initially, it was just lust, adventure, and the thrill of forbidden fruit. But after the Bali trip, her decision to break off with Vikram was correct. After breaking off with Vikram, she realized Hemant had qualities she needed, including being a good lover and adventurous.

However, over time, Sonarika's actions became more dangerous, as what started as lust turned into feelings and affection for Vikram. This is the biggest betrayal.

The incident at "Love of Voyage" and her subsequent actions, including hugging Hemant's picture and saying "nobody can take your place," showed guilt. At that point, it seemed like she might realize her true love was Hemant. But what happened after that crossed the line of infidelity. Because she kept thinking of Vikram and giving him a place in her heart that only belonged to Hemant. This is not just a sin, but crossing the boundary of a grave mistake.—or (Biggest Sin)

Now, Hemant's best option is to let Sonarika go and move on with his life as if she never existed. This might be the only way he can find mental peace. Taking revenge would only make him smaller in his own eyes. Forgetting Sonarika completely might be the best revenge for him.

I've noticed a trend on this platform where the person who cheats often ends up happy. Most stories conclude with the cheater living happily. I've never read a story where the wife who cheated faced serious consequences. Either the husband turns a blind eye and suffers in silence or becomes a cuckold. But Hemant won't become a cuckold or silently suffer due to his character.


Still, the question remains: Will Hemant Get justice? The answer is no.

Sonarika hasn't lost anything; she'll just cry for a few days, and then her new life with Vikram will begin. She won't feel regret, remember Hemant, or experience remorse. I've never read a story where the cheating wife suffered, regretted, or faced serious consequences after separating from her husband.

I had high hopes for this story, expecting the wife to feel immense regret for her actions, face serious consequences, and remember Hemant dearly. But it seems that's not happening.

Again, the husband will be the one suffering, and justice won't be served.

Hemant's past doesn't justify Sonarika's infidelity, and even if Sonarika faces physical harm due to Hemant's enemies, it won't be a consequence of her infidelity.

True remorse would mean Sonarika couldn't live happily without Hemant, remembered him dearly, and valued him highly— infact crave for Hemant, But I don't see that happening here.

I'd like to mention a story, "My Wife, Why Did She Betray Me?" where the wife punished herself severely, never forgave herself, and lived like a servant to her husband. She only cared for her children and prayed for death, not wanting to cause her husband more pain by committing suicide. She considered her husband godlike and lived as his servant. The husband, Savarna, was strong but couldn't divorce her due to the village setting. He knew his wife couldn't bear the separation and would commit suicide.
In that story, the husband got some justice to some extent.


But most stories on this platform end with the cheater living happily, which saddens me. I had hoped this story would be different, but it seems Sonarika will escape unscathed and live happily with Vikram.

I'm not criticizing your writing or pressuring you to change the story. I'm just expressing my feelings.

When I started reading the story and saw Hemant's character, I expected justice for the husband and a different outcome. But it seems that's not happening. Again, the cheating wife will live happily because she'll get what she wants.

I apologize if I've said too much. I still respect your writing and am a big fan of your work.


Best Regards

Rocky ❤️?

[Rocky@handsome]

The story has reached a very critical point. Now, whether Sonarika confesses her infidelity herself or Hemant finds out from someone else, it doesn’t really matter.
In every situation, only Hemant will face loss, sorrow, and pain.

As for Sonarika, nothing much will happen to her. She will happily live her life with Vikram, and I’m sure that after a few days she won’t even remember Hemant.

When this infidelity began the reason was— though Hemant had all the good qualities of a great lover, husband, father, and person—except one: he was not aggressive or passionate enough in bed. That became the initial reason for Sonarika's affair. At that point in the story, Sonarika’s cheating was only about lust, adventure, and enjoying the forbidden fruit.
But eventually, Hemant improved that flaw in himself. Still, Sonarika continued her infidelity. Who could be more selfish than this?

In the beginning, it was just lust. After the Bali trip, her decision to completely break all ties with Vikram was absolutely right. After leaving Vikram, she realized that Hemant had those same qualities too—he could also be passionate and adventurous in bed.

But over time, Sonarika went down an even darker path—what began as lust slowly turned into feelings and affection for Vikram, which is the greatest betrayal.

Then came the "Love of Voyage" incident. After that incident, hugging Hemant's picture, crying, and saying "nobody can take your place," showed complete guilt. Even at that stage, it felt like maybe she realized her true love was only Hemant.

But what happened later was a total crossing of the line—thinking of Vikram again and again, or giving him a place in her heart equal to Hemant—This is Biggest Sin one could ever make

A husband might forgive his wife for satisfying physical desires once, but giving somebody else that much place in your heart—a place that was only Hemant’s right—is beyond the gravest sin.

Now, Hemant has nothing left. The only thing he can do is let Soni go quietly and move forward in life as if there was never a girl named Soni Exist. This can bring him mental peace. If he tries to take revenge, he will only lower himself.

For him, completely forgetting Soni would be best, and maybe this is the real revenge.

As for Soni, she will cry for a few days and then start a new life with Vikram.

I’ve often seen on this platform that the one who cheats is the one who stays happy. Every story ends with this conclusion.

I’ve never seen a story where a wife cheats and faces any serious consequences. Either the husband keeps his eyes closed and keeps suffering, or he becomes a cuckold.

In this story, Hemant won’t become a cuckold, nor will he silently suffer his wife’s betrayal, because that’s not the way his character is written—this much is clear.

But the same question remains—did Hemant get any justice? —the answer is No, not at all.

And did Soni lose anything? She didn’t lose anything—she'll just be sad for a few days, that’s all. After going to Vikram, she won’t feel any regret, won’t even remember Hemant, and won’t feel any remorse.

I haven’t read a single story where a cheating wife faced sadness, regret, or any serious consequences after separating from her husband, or even missed him in her dreams.

Honestly, I had high hopes for this story—that maybe the wife would deeply regret her actions, face serious consequences, and miss Hemant a lot after leaving him— Rather badly Crave for Hemant
But now, it doesn’t seem like that’s happening. Even in this story, only the husband will remain sad, and he won’t get any justice.

No matter how Hemant’s past was—even if you portray him as a villain— still can’t justify Sonarika’s big betrayal. And even if Sonarika ends up getting hurt because of Hemant’s enemies, that can’t be called repentance for her betrayal. Repentance would only be if she can never be happy without Hemant, misses him so much, values him so much that her life becomes like a zombie—but I don’t see that happening here.

Sorry, but I’d like to mention a story called "My Wife, Why Did She Betray Me."

At least in that story, the wife punished herself a lot. She could never forgive herself, lived like a servant with her husband, and punished herself so much that she never claimed any right over him, didn’t even consider herself worthy of him. She just looked after the kids and prayed for death every single day—because she didn’t want to make her husband more unhappy by committing suicide. In a way, she started seeing her husband as God and lived as his servant.

The husband in that story was probably named Savarna. He was also a very strong man. Since the story was set in a village, he couldn’t divorce her. If he could have, he definitely would have divorced her, and the only reason he suffered her infidelity in silence was that he knew his wife wouldn't be able to bear it and would take her own life. In that story, at least some justice was given to the husband.

But all the other stories on this platform always end with the cheater staying happy, and that makes me really sad.

From your story, I truly hoped the cheating wife would, in the end, regret a lot that she lost a husband like Hemant. But sadly, even in this story, it seems Sonarika will not face true regret, guilt, or any real consequences.

Anyway, I am not criticizing your story, nor am I pressuring you to change it.

I am only expressing my feelings—that when I started reading and saw Hemant’s character, I hoped this story would truly bring justice for the husband and show a different result from all the other stories on this platform. But it seems, once again, in the end, the cheating wife will end up happy because she gets what she wants.

Sorry if I spoke too much. I still respect you as a writer and am a huge fan of your work.

Best Regards

Rocky ❤️?

[Rocky@handsome]

Sorry, I have written twice , it's just because I missed few points and was not able to edit it!!

Still I would appreciate if you would read both comments,though both are almost same — still some lines which I missed or wrote wrong would give you my clear perception!!

Once again I apologise ?

Best Regards
Rocky ❤️

[sudhir2580]

Sonalika should face consequences for her karma ..i think author will surely give justice to Hemant ..I either way hemant's heart will break sure

[Harry Jordan]

Sorry, I have written twice , it's just because I missed few points and was not able to edit it!!

Still I would appreciate if you would  read both comments,though both are almost same — still some lines which I missed or wrote wrong would give you my clear perception!!

Once again I apologise ?

Best Regards
Rocky ❤️

 I get your point Rocky , I am in the same boat as you regarding this site. But you don't need to worry on whether the cheater gets rewarded here. Because I am not writing this story with that purpose.

As for Sonarika , like I said , she will have to pay for her sins. The Next Chapter will mark the beginning of the consequence phase of her character , and there is two factors I am doing it this way. One , to take Sonarika's character in a different territory of exploration , because her consequences will also shatter her , she is going to loose everything , not just Hemant , but even respect in Anjali's eyes and most importantly separation from her son Karan which is always traumatising for her mother. And unlike other stories where women often tends to hang on the mother-son emotion , Sonarika will be willing to let go Karan simply for the acceptance of her mistakes , from this point on , Sonarika's character growth will be kickstarted , her consequences will mould her , change her , for better or for worse. Her actual war is only about to begin. And Two , another major factor for this story dynamic is to make the conflict between Sonarik and Meghna to heighten. Meghna will be pissed when Sonarika reveals the truth about her , thus spoiling her plans to destroy her life. This will make Meghna to go to drastic steps to make Sonarika suffer. This approach will help Sonarika and Meghna's war go to a different stage because Sonarika will end up spoiling Meghna's plans to enslave Hemant. 

And the most important aspect is Hemant , the reason for this approach is for the TRANSFORMATION of Hemant , like Harper his best friend said. He has to mould the best parts of his past and present together. And Sonarika breaking his heart will pave the way for Michael King to influence Hemant yet again , and thus the Transformation will begin. This will also change Hemant's approach to things , moulding the best parts of Hemant and King together forging a force that will be a terrifying individual. And like I said in the past , Hemant is not the kind of character to be the "forgiving" type. We will see his true ruthless form now.

Most importantly , Sonarika will basically break Hemant's arc , killing the man she loves. And Michael King will take over his psyche and body , turning him into her nightmare she wished she never had!! 

[EPLOVER4U]

The story has reached a very critical point. Now, whether Sonarika confesses her infidelity herself or Hemant finds out from someone else, it doesn’t really matter.
In every situation, only Hemant will face loss, sorrow, and pain.

As for Sonarika, nothing much will happen to her. She will happily live her life with Vikram, and I’m sure that after a few days she won’t even remember Hemant.

When this infidelity began the reason was— though Hemant had all the good qualities of a great lover, husband, father, and person—except one: he was not aggressive or passionate enough in bed. That became the initial reason for Sonarika's affair. At that point in the story, Sonarika’s cheating was only about lust, adventure, and enjoying the forbidden fruit.  
But eventually, Hemant improved that flaw in himself. Still, Sonarika continued her infidelity. Who could be more selfish than this?

In the beginning, it was just lust. After the Bali trip, her decision to completely break all ties with Vikram was absolutely right. After leaving Vikram, she realized that Hemant had those same qualities too—he could also be passionate and adventurous in bed.

But over time, Sonarika went down an even darker path—what began as lust slowly turned into feelings and affection for Vikram, which is the greatest betrayal.

Then came the "Love of Voyage" incident. After that incident, hugging Hemant's picture, crying, and saying "nobody can take your place," showed complete guilt. Even at that stage, it felt like maybe she realized her true love was only Hemant.

But what happened later was a total crossing of the line—thinking of Vikram again and again, or giving him a place in her heart equal to Hemant—This is Biggest Sin one could ever make

A husband might forgive his wife for satisfying physical desires once, but giving somebody else that much place in your heart—a place that was only Hemant’s right—is beyond the gravest sin.

Now, Hemant has nothing left. The only thing he can do is let Soni go quietly and move forward in life as if there was never a girl named Soni Exist. This can bring him mental peace. If he tries to take revenge, he will only lower himself.

For him, completely forgetting Soni would be best, and maybe this is the real revenge.

As for Soni, she will cry for a few days and then start a new life with Vikram.

I’ve often seen on this platform that the one who cheats is the one who stays happy. Every story ends with this conclusion.

I’ve never seen a story where a wife cheats and faces any serious consequences. Either the husband keeps his eyes closed and keeps suffering, or he becomes a cuckold.

In this story, Hemant won’t become a cuckold, nor will he silently suffer his wife’s betrayal, because that’s not the way his character is written—this much is clear.

But the same question remains—did Hemant get any justice? —the answer is No, not at all.

And did Soni lose anything? She didn’t lose anything—she'll just be sad for a few days, that’s all. After going to Vikram, she won’t feel any regret, won’t even remember Hemant, and won’t feel any remorse.

I haven’t read a single story where a cheating wife faced sadness, regret, or any serious consequences after separating from her husband, or even missed him in her dreams.

Honestly, I had high hopes for this story—that maybe the wife would deeply regret her actions, face serious consequences, and miss Hemant a lot after leaving him— Rather badly Crave for Hemant
But now, it doesn’t seem like that’s happening. Even in this story, only the husband will remain sad, and he won’t get any justice.

No matter how Hemant’s past was—even if you portray him as a villain— still can’t justify Sonarika’s big betrayal. And even if Sonarika ends up getting hurt because of Hemant’s enemies, that can’t be called repentance for her betrayal. Repentance would only be if she can never be happy without Hemant, misses him so much, values him so much that her life becomes like a zombie—but I don’t see that happening here.

Sorry, but I’d like to mention a story called "My Wife, Why Did She Betray Me."

At least in that story, the wife punished herself a lot. She could never forgive herself, lived like a servant with her husband, and punished herself so much that she never claimed any right over him, didn’t even consider herself worthy of him. She just looked after the kids and prayed for death every single day—because she didn’t want to make her husband more unhappy by committing suicide. In a way, she started seeing her husband as God and lived as his servant.

The husband in that story was probably named Savarna. He was also a very strong man. Since the story was set in a village, he couldn’t divorce her. If he could have, he definitely would have divorced her, and the only reason he suffered her infidelity in silence was that he knew his wife wouldn't be able to bear it and would take her own life. In that story, at least some justice was given to the husband.

But all the other stories on this platform always end with the cheater staying happy, and that makes me really sad.

From your story, I truly hoped the cheating wife would, in the end, regret a lot that she lost a husband like Hemant. But sadly, even in this story, it seems Sonarika will not face true regret, guilt, or any real consequences.

Anyway, I am not criticizing your story, nor am I pressuring you to change it.

I am only expressing my feelings—that when I started reading and saw Hemant’s character, I hoped this story would truly bring justice for the husband and show a different result from all the other stories on this platform. But it seems, once again, in the end, the cheating wife will end up happy because she gets what she wants.

Sorry if I spoke too much. I still respect you as a writer and am a huge fan of your work.

Best Regards

Rocky ❤️?

rocky what the view man i am liking this, but as you said it may not be happen not because of another reason except love, yes majority stories are like this but you know what happens to that stories readers forgot them where husband become the winner in the end, have you seeing this much engagement on game40it stories he had written so well but not so popular, same case of krish_999 just read his earlier stories, even in the first part of kmwkmw series, krish and meera are separated for the good but then comes the line "" "If you're a lover, you gotta be a fighter." "Because if you don't fight for your love, what kind of love do you have?"."" whether reader forced him to write part-2 (part-3 is purely) or its author conflict whatever the reason it always comes to the love where sacrifices needed to be made. 

been reader we should share the blame if the story has been like this because where there is sex episodes, we all enjoyed it but what a hypocrite we all are when it does not follow the path it shall be (not target on u man it just general)

i really loved the story till the bali episode where sona wants to forget the mistake and been with hemant with love bases, but harry did it again by completing the circle again sometimes hemisphere is better then sphere. i started it because of hemant character because it was 360 degree opp. to krish but hary is trying it to develop him in the future krish, i think the amount of love krish meera have every character is so how inclined towards them, harry use his hemant a krish where he is a poweful person but still submissive to sona in the same way krish was to meera, as the story developing i am sure hemant forgive sona in the end

[EPLOVER4U]

 I get your point Rocky , I am in the same boat as you regarding this site. But you don't need to worry on whether the cheater gets rewarded here. Because I am not writing this story with that purpose.

As for Sonarika , like I said , she will have to pay for her sins. The Next Chapter will mark the beginning of the consequence phase of her character , and there is two factors I am doing it this way. One , to take Sonarika's character in a different territory of exploration , because her consequences will also shatter her , she is going to loose everything , not just Hemant , but even respect in Anjali's eyes and most importantly separation from her son Karan which is always traumatising for her mother. And unlike other stories where women often tends to hang on the mother-son emotion , Sonarika will be willing to let go Karan simply for the acceptance of her mistakes , from this point on , Sonarika's character growth will be kickstarted , her consequences will mould her , change her , for better or for worse. Her actual war is only about to begin. And Two , another major factor for this story dynamic is to make the conflict between Sonarik and Meghna to heighten. Meghna will be pissed when Sonarika reveals the truth about her , thus spoiling her plans to destroy her life. This will make Meghna to go to drastic steps to make Sonarika suffer. This approach will help Sonarika and Meghna's war go to a different stage because Sonarika will end up spoiling Meghna's plans to enslave Hemant. 

And the most important aspect is Hemant , the reason for this approach is for the TRANSFORMATION of Hemant , like Harper his best friend said. He has to mould the best parts of his past and present together. And Sonarika breaking his heart will pave the way for Michael King to influence Hemant yet again , and thus the Transformation will begin. This will also change Hemant's approach to things , moulding the best parts of Hemant and King together forging a force that will be a terrifying individual. And like I said in the past , Hemant is not the kind of character to be the "forgiving" type. We will see his true ruthless form now.

Most importantly , Sonarika will basically break Hemant's arc , killing the man she loves. And Michael King will take over his psyche and body , turning him into her nightmare she wished she never had!! 

if this is going to be like this then add me on i am the regular to the club and harry i know you are a good author no doubt to it but please lease not disclose the pattern it remove the kick of imagination i know we don't no the way how it will unfold unfolding the episodes are hooking but the lost the charm 

regards
EP

[Harry Jordan]

if this is going to be like this then add me on i am the regular to the club and harry i know you are a good author no doubt to it but please lease not disclose the pattern it remove the kick of imagination i know we don't no the way how it will unfold unfolding the episodes are hooking but the lost the charm 

regards
EP

I've only disclosed just a small fraction of the pattern. Believe me , I think you will like how that Transformation happens since it will be a Cinematic Spectacle!

[Speedy21]

This story have backdrop n betrayal n hearbreaks. ... Everything in it Action and emotions.....and cuckold husband(somereader favourite part) will c what will be the end of it ...., it's getting inserting n twisted

[Rocky@handsome]

rocky what the view man i am liking this, but as you said it may not be happen not because of another reason except love, yes majority stories are like this but you know what happens to that stories readers forgot them where husband become the winner in the end, have you seeing this much engagement on game40it stories he had written so well but not so popular, same case of krish_999 just read his earlier stories, even in the first part of kmwkmw series, krish and meera are separated for the good but then comes the line "" "If you're a lover, you gotta be a fighter." "Because if you don't fight for your love, what kind of love do you have?"."" whether reader forced him to write part-2 (part-3 is purely) or its author conflict whatever the reason it always comes to the love where sacrifices needed to be made. 

been reader we should share the blame if the story has been like this because where there is sex episodes, we all enjoyed it but what a hypocrite we all are when it does not follow the path it shall be (not target on u man it just general)

i really loved the story till the bali episode where sona wants to forget the mistake and been with hemant with love bases, but harry did it again by completing the circle again sometimes hemisphere is better then sphere. i started it because of hemant character because it was 360 degree opp. to krish but hary is trying it to develop him in the future krish, i think the amount of love krish meera have every character is so how inclined towards them, harry use his hemant a krish where he is a poweful person but still submissive to sona in the same way krish was to meera, as the story developing i am sure hemant forgive sona in the end

My friend, I completely agree with some of your points—just like you said, this site has become one where people simply don’t like stories where, in the end, the husband wins. That’s exactly why most authors here write stories that justify only the cheating spouse, and in a way, readers like us are also partly responsible for this trend.  

But even among stories where the wife cheats with another man, there are two categories: where no one takes seriously if justice is served or not:-

a) Some stories are meant purely for entertainment (I’m sure you know what kind of entertainment). With those stories, I never expect justice for the husband, nor do I take them seriously. We hardly connect emotionally with these tales because they don’t really show deep love, marriage, sacrifice, or emotion between husband and wife. The husband’s role is barely present, his feelings barely shown—main focus is always on the wife’s cheating and her adventures. That’s why we don’t get attached or expect justice for the husband.

b) Some stories start with the husband already a cuckold—so expecting justice for him doesn’t even feel right.


Still, there’s another kind of stories —where you see real love between husband and wife, their struggles, deep bond, family ties, respect and affection, with both sides’ feelings given equal depth and importance. With these, we get emotionally invested, and if the wife cheats, the husband truly *should* get justice. That’s the perspective I’m trying to share.— and this story of Harry comes in this very special catagory!!

As for @game40it stories, I’m pretty new here, so by the time I read them, they were already old and completed long ago—my opinion doesn’t matter much now.  

Same for Krish’s stories—I haven’t read any of them yet , so can’t comment, but I’d love your advice if I should check them out!

For the rest of your comment I would Just say —Very well said , my friend. I truly believe your thoughts are clear and honest—and honestly, I fully agree with you. 

I’d also like to add: it’s the responsibility of both readers and writers to support and create stories with fresh perspectives, so the platform avoids just following one trend all the time. 

Imagine if sometimes the husband got justice or the ending was different—maybe more readers would connect, and those stories would stick in people’s hearts. 

Everyone’s opinion matters—whether you read the story long ago or now, your viewpoint is always unique.  

Also, I know stories like these may not get much response in the beginning. But someone needs to start, and believe me—even if it happens slowly, that author will eventually find a good audience. 

This is how the pattern of always showing the husband as a loser or deprived of justice will finally start to change.

Regards 

Rocky ❤️