An Innocent Beauty Continues Part2

[raja shri]

Osm story brother... Let see what happens next... Most seductive story ever... Can't wait next update

[mindhunter11]

Come on please update

[Deepak.kapoor]

Arjun's Unrelenting Advance

Without a word, Arjun’s hands slid to her hips, gripping them with an authority that made Meera tense. She knew what was coming even before he moved, but before she could react, he lifted her as if she weighed nothing, his strength unexpected and jarring. Her body instinctively clung to him—legs wrapping around his waist for balance—just as she felt it.


The unmistakable pressure of his Cock arousal, hard and undeniable, pressed firmly through his clothes against her. Meera’s breath caught, her mind spiraling. She didn’t want this. But her body betrayed her with a flicker of heat that only made her angrier at herself.


Arjun held her close, hands cupping her hips, keeping her snug against him.

"Mehsus kar rahi ho na, Meera?" he whispered near her ear.
[You feel that, Meera?]

"Yeh sab tumhare wajah se hai."
[This is all because of you.]

Meera swallowed hard, forcing her expression into something cold and distant. But the warmth of his breath on her neck, the coarse brush of his shirt against her bare skin, the solid pressure against her—everything felt too close, too real.


His grip tightened, fingers digging in slightly, dragging her even closer.

"Main ruk nahi paata jab tum paas hoti ho."
[I can't stop myself when you're this close.]

Arjun let out a low groan, burying his face into the crook of Meera’s neck. His lips grazed her skin, warm and possessive.

"Ab tu sirf meri hai..." he murmured, his voice thick with lust
[You're finally mine now...]

His mouth wandered slowly along her collarbone, planting slow kisses up to her ear, all while pressing her harder against the bulge in his pants. His hips moved—subtle, rocking—making the contact more deliberate.

Meera’s breath caught again, a heat wave rushing through her despite herself.


His arm locked tight around her waist, keeping her pinned. The other hand slipped down quickly, moving toward the waistband of his pants. Meera’s eyes widened. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest.


No... yeh nahi ho sakta...


But his grip didn’t falter. Her body stayed locked in place as he fumbled with his belt, the quiet rustle of fabric echoing in the dim room.


"Arjun, ruk ja—" she gasped, her voice cracking.
[Arjun, wait—]


But he didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down.


With a grunt, he yanked his pants and underwear down just enough, exposing himself. Meera’s skin tensed as she felt it—his hard length brushing hot and real against her.


She bit her lip hard, the panic surging now.


Then, in one swift motion, he hoisted her again, forcing her against his Cock arousal.

"Mehsus kar rahi ho?" he growled, voice rough.
[You feel that?]

"Kitni chaahat se ruk raha tha main... ab tu de degi mujhe sab kuch."
[I’ve been holding back for so long... now you’ll give me everything I’ve craved.]


His eyes burned—wild and unrelenting—as he crushed her against him, capturing her lips in a harsh, dominating kiss. It wasn’t gentle. There was no softness in it—only hunger and command. His mouth moved over hers with force, demanding her submission, dragging her deeper into the storm of his control.

Arjun’s free hand roamed across her back, fingers gliding over her soft skin as he pulled her closer. His lips crushed against hers, hotter, more desperate now. His breath came in bursts, warm against her cheek as he kissed her with an urgency that made her chest tighten.


He pulled back just enough to look at her, eyes blazing.

"Haar ja, Meera..." he hissed, his lips grazing her jaw.
[Give in, Meera...]



Before she could respond, his mouth found hers again, rough and consuming. Meera’s thoughts blurred as his tongue pushed past her lips, tasting, taking. His grip on her hips never loosened, and his Cock hardness pressed firmly against her.


Her mind whispered—yeh galat hai—but the thought slipped away as heat surged through her.


Once pushing weakly at his shoulders, her hands now clung to him. Her lips parted willingly, letting him take more.

"Tere yeh hoth... kitne narm hain," he growled between kisses.
[These lips of yours… so soft.]


She shivered as he trailed his mouth down to her neck, sucking just under her ear.
"Teri yeh gardan... main pagal ho jaata hoon ispe," he whispered.
[Your neck… it drives me mad.]


His hands moved with purpose, sliding lower, cupping her ass tightly through the thin fabric of her clothes.
"Aur yeh... teri gaand... kitni perfect hai mere haathon ke liye," he muttered with a rough groan.
[And this… your ass… it fits perfectly in my hands.]


Meera let out a breathless gasp, her body now moving against his, hips rolling unconsciously. The friction made her tremble, her breasts pressing against his chest with every sway.

"Teri yeh chaati... lagta hai bas chhoo kar sab bhool jaoon," he murmured, his hand grazing her side.
[These breasts of yours… just touching them makes me forget everything.]

She tried to hold on to the voice inside telling her this wasn’t the plan, but it was drowned in the heat, in the way his hands claimed her, explored her.

"Tu meri hai, Meera..." he groaned against her throat.
[You’re mine, Meera...]

A statement. A possession. A victory.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Osm story brother... Let see what happens next... Most seductive story ever... Can't wait next update

Thanks for liking the story.

[mindhunter11]

Nice update.. going good…

[Anuragsiks]

Meera and Arjun

[mkgkkr]

Waiting for update

[mkgkkr]

It has been a long time…expecting a big update.

[tajrani]

Hooked on your story . keep it coming

[Deepak.kapoor]

Meera's Shift in Strategy

Meera’s heart thudded violently, but her face began to transform—no longer a mask of panic, but one of deliberate calm. Arjun’s grip around her was still forceful, his body tense with desire and dominance, but her mind was racing faster than ever.


She couldn’t escape this physically, not right now. But mentally? She could flip the script.


You’ve done this before, she reminded herself, thinking of Vikram. You wore the mask of submission, only to snatch back power when the time came. Do it again. Do it better.


Her breath steadied.


And then, like slipping into a new skin, she changed.


Meera slowly tilted her hips, aligning herself against Arjun’s arousal. She let her body relax just enough, enough to send a signal—I’m not resisting anymore. She pressed closer, drawing a sharp breath from him.


He groaned low, surprised by the sudden shift in her demeanor.


Her voice was soft, deliberate, laced with feigned surrender.


“Yahi chahiye tha na tumhe, Arjun?”
(This is what you wanted, right, Arjun?)


His body stiffened. His fingers dug deeper into her sides. Then, a smirk crept onto his face—triumphant, smug.


“Ab aa rahi ho line pe?”
(So now you're coming to your senses?)
His tone was low, almost teasing, thick with lust. “Tch... mujhe laga strong ban rahi thi.”


She forced a sensual arch into her spine, rubbing her hips against him again, deliberately avoiding complete contact but letting him think she was surrendering.


“I was... but maybe I just needed to understand you better,” she whispered. Her lips grazed his jaw. “Maybe I needed to feel you… like this.”


His breath hitched. She could feel his cock twitch against her, the contact driving him mad with anticipation. She let her fingers ghost along his collar.


“I’ll give you what you want,” she said softly, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes. Her gaze was firm now, piercing through the veil of seduction.


“But... you’ll give me something too.”


Arjun blinked. “Kya? Ab deal kar rahi ho?”
(What? Now you're bargaining with me?)


She leaned in again, her breath hot against his ear. “Riya ko chhod do. Abhi ke abhi.”
(Leave Riya alone. Right now.)
“No more following her, no blackmail, no messages. She’s out of bounds.”


His body tensed. The momentary haze in his eyes flickered—doubt, suspicion, maybe even anger.


“Tu samjhti kya hai apne aap ko?”
(Who do you think you are?) He growled, grabbing her waist harder.


“Main tere yeh natak pe kyun vishwas karu?”
(Why should I believe this act of yours?)


She didn't flinch. Instead, she pressed closer again, more boldly this time, letting her fingers slide down his chest.


“Because I know what you want, Arjun,” she said. “And if you want all of me… you’ll play by my rules.”


There was a long pause.


A battle raged in his expression—temptation versus control, suspicion versus desire.


Meera didn’t flinch.


Her heart thundered beneath her calm exterior, but her voice came out steady, measured, and poised. This wasn’t about just saving herself anymore. It was about protecting Riya. And if she had to sell a lie with the elegance of truth, so be it.


Her fingers lightly grazed Arjun’s chest as she leaned in, her words low and deliberate.


“Tum mujhe chahte ho, Arjun,”
(You want me, Arjun…)


“Lekin ek aisi Meera jo dar ke saath haan bole, woh tumhein kabhi poori tarah nahi milegi.”
(But a Meera who says yes out of fear… you’ll never truly have her.)


She paused, watching the tension in his jaw, the flare of his nostrils, the way his grip tightened on her waist.


“Tum chahte ho ki main poori tarah se toot jaun, apne aap se bhi zyada tumhari ban jaun.”
(You want me to break, to give in, to become yours—more than even I am my own.)


“But that only happens... if Riya is safe.”


His eyes narrowed slightly. She saw the conflict flash through them—pride, hunger, suspicion.


“Main Riya se zyada samajhdaar hoon,” she said softly, her tone shifting from pleading to seductive. “Aur anubhav bhi hai… jo main de sakti hoon, woh Riya kabhi nahi degi.”
(I’m more mature than Riya… and more experienced too. What I can give you—she never can.)


That struck a chord.


She felt the shift in his breathing, the shallow rise and fall of his chest. He wasn’t just tempted anymore—he was visualizing it. The submission. The passion. The illusion of control.


Meera stepped in further, her lips brushing the edge of his ear like a whisper woven from silk.


“This is the only way,” she murmured.


“Tum Riya ko chhod do... aur main tumhari ho jaungi.”
(Let Riya go… and I’ll become yours.)


A tremor ran through Arjun’s frame. She could feel the storm of thoughts raging inside him, the tug-of-war between suspicion and lust.


He didn’t speak right away.


“Thik hai.”
(Fine.)


His voice was rough, laced with warning.
“Chhodta hoon usse... par yaad rakhna—no double games, Meera.”
(I’ll leave her alone... but remember—no double games, Meera.)


His fingers slid up her back, possessive, claiming.


Meera gave him a slow, enigmatic smile.
“Tumhein sab kuch milega, Arjun,” she whispered, pressing herself closer,


“bas Riya ko bhool jao.”
(You’ll have everything, Arjun—forget Riya.)


As his arms wrapped tighter around her, she let herself melt just enough—enough to feed the illusion.


In her mind, though, she wasn’t surrendering. She was strategizing. And the trap was now set.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Meera's Bargain Fulfilled

Arjun’s eyes blazed—triumph written across every line of his face.


He had won. Or so he thought.


Meera’s bargain had slipped from her lips like silk, but now the weight of it wrapped around her like iron chains. She 
had bought Riya’s safety—for now—but the price was steep. Her own body. Her submission.


“Then dikha do,” Arjun said, voice husky, rough with anticipation.
(Then show me.)

His gaze drilled into hers, hot and unwavering. “I’ve held up my end. Now it’s your turn, Meera.”


She felt a chill crawl down her spine despite the heat between them. But she didn’t let it show.


Instead, she closed her eyes for a moment, drawing in a deep, measured breath, gathering every fragment of control left within her.


And when she opened them again, her expression had changed.


The hesitation was gone. In its place: determination veiled in sensual grace. She let a slow smile curve her lips—sultry, deliberate. Her hands rose to his shoulders and then glided downward, fingers dancing across his chest.


“Thik hai…”
(Fine…)
Her voice was a whisper, soft and coaxing. “I’m yours now.”


Arjun’s breath hitched. His grip on her hips tightened instantly, pulling her flush against him. The warmth of her body pressed against his hard Penis, and he exhaled harshly.


Meera’s lips brushed his ear, a teasing feather of touch.
“Yeh toh tumne hi chaha tha, Arjun…”
(This is what you wanted, Arjun…)


“Main aayi hoon, ab sirf tumhaari.”
(I’ve come… now I’m only yours.)


Her hips moved—slow, hypnotic against his hard cock, drawing a groan from his throat. The contact was maddening. She moved with intent, her rhythm fluid, sensual, calculated to stoke his hunger… and make him believe.


Arjun’s eyes darkened. He could barely contain himself. “Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, his hands roaming her sides, clutching her as if afraid she’d vanish if he let go.


Meera's hands continued their slow journey, and she let her palms trail down his bare chest, feeling the hard lines of his body.


“Pasand aaya?”
(You like this?) She whispered, her voice playful, sultry, barely inches from his lips.


Arjun didn’t answer with words.


He surged forward, mouth claiming hers in a heated, almost brutal kiss. Desire poured from him, raw and unchecked, as if the sight of her submission had snapped something inside.


His hands gripped her tightly, molding her body to his, taking in every curve like a starving man. Meera matched his intensity, her lips moving in sync with his, her breath syncing with the rhythm he demanded.


Arjun pulled back from her lips, his breath ragged, eyes wild, starving.


Without warning, his mouth descended lower, grazing along her neck, down the hollow of her collarbone. Every kiss was rough, claiming, not tender. His teeth scbangd, his tongue soothed, and Meera gasped, the sound a delicate mix of performance and genuine shudder.


Then, he reached her breasts.


He didn’t wait.


“Ab tu meri hai, poori tarah se,” he growled against her skin.
(Now you’re mine—completely.)


His lips latched onto one breast, the heat of his mouth searing her flesh. He didn’t kiss—he devoured. His tongue flicked and circled with greed, lavishing every curve, while his hand gripped the other, squeezing, claiming, kneading it with almost punishing pressure.


Meera bit her lip hard, stifling the moan that threatened to escape—not from pleasure, but from the overwhelming intensity.


His voice was thick, breathy, almost animalistic as he murmured,
“Zyada der se tarpa raha tha main khud ko. Ab rukne ka sawaal hi nahi.”
(I’ve been torturing myself too long. There’s no stopping now.)


He sucked harder, alternating between wet, hungry kisses and sharp flicks of his tongue, dragging her nipples between his teeth until they throbbed with heat.


Her body trembled under him—part performance, part instinct.


“Dekh kaise respond karti hai tu…”
(Look how your body responds…) He whispered, almost taunting her.


He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand as his mouth continued its ruthless worship. His grip was firm, rough, and domineering.


Meera gasped softly, arching into his touch just enough to keep the illusion alive. Inside, her mind was cold, calculating, focused on the endgame.


Arjun’s hands slid down, gripping her thighs roughly as he hoisted her up like she weighed nothing. Her back hit the cold wall with a jolt, the chill of it contrasting sharply with the blistering heat of his body pressed against hers. Meera gasped—not entirely from the temperature.


He pinned her there, between lust and stone.


Her legs wrapped around his waist, more out of necessity than desire, but her body couldn't ignore the thick pressure of his hard arousal grinding against her cunt. She felt it. Hard. Demanding. Hungry.


He broke the kiss, panting hard, eyes blazing like fire.
“Ab toh tu meri hai…” he growled, low and feral. (Now you're mine… finally.)


His hands ran over her thighs possessively, gripping and kneading.


“Sab kuch degi mujhe, samjhi?”
(You’ll give me everything, understand?)


Meera nodded, swallowing hard.
Play the part. Stay ahead.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice shakier than she wanted it to be. “I’m yours, Arjun.”


His hips ground into her again, harder this time—his cock straining, rubbing against her soaked cunt, sending a tremor up her spine. Her body, traitorous, responded with heat and sensitivity.


Arjun noticed. Of course he did.


“Feel that?” he breathed against her ear, biting the lobe.
“Teri body khud bol rahi hai kitni chahiye tujhe…”
(Your body’s begging for it… just listen to it.)


His hands roamed, bold and greedy, palms grazing hot skin, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts.


Meera felt her breath hitch again, not from pleasure, but from the rising fear that her control was slipping.


No. Not now. You end this on your terms.


With sudden grace, she slid down from his grip, landing softly on her knees between his legs. Arjun blinked, caught off guard by her shift in position.


“Arjun…” she said, sultry and smooth, her hands now at his waist. “Let me take care of you…”


Her fingers worked quickly, undoing his pants, freeing his thick, pulsing cock. Even she couldn’t stop the flicker of shock in her eyes—he was hard, veiny, leaking, demanding attention.


“Wow…” she whispered, her voice laced with fake awe. “You’re so… big.”


Arjun groaned, drunk on the praise. His hand tangled in her hair as she began to stroke him, slow, firm, confident.


“F-fuck…” he hissed, hips twitching. “Haan… like that. Don’t stop. Saali jaadu kar rahi hai tu…”
(You witch… you’re working magic on me…)


Meera’s hand worked him with steady precision, twisting, stroking, teasing the tip, keeping her rhythm cruelly perfect.


Arjun tried to hold back, tried to slow his breathing, to delay the inevitable.
“Nahi… rukna nahi chahiye… mujhe aur chahiye…”
(No… I shouldn’t finish yet… I need more…)


But Meera wasn’t going to give him that chance.


She tightened her grip, sped up her rhythm, watching his face contort with desperation. Her thumb rolled over the sensitive head again and again. She wanted him undone—now.


“Let go, Arjun,” she whispered, biting her lip, keeping the performance seductive. “Just let me take you there…”


And he broke.


With a strangled groan, Arjun's body arched forward, cock jerking violently in her grip.


“Fuckkk… Meeraaa…” he growled as his climax hit him like a thunderclap.


Hot ropes of cum spurted out—landing across her breasts, her hand, her stomach. His hips jerked with each wave, his voice raw and broken, guttural moans echoing in the air as he emptied himself in surrender.


Meera stayed still, letting it hit her, letting him see the mess he made.


He finally sagged, panting, a dazed smirk spreading across his face as he looked down at her.
“You… you’re fucking dangerous,” he breathed. “Kya surprise diya hai mujhe…”
(What a surprise you’ve given me…)


Meera stood up, wiping herself calmly with the nearby cloth, her expression composed yet distant.


“I told you,” she said, cold steel beneath velvet. “You get what you want… as long as you keep your promise.”


He nodded weakly, still swimming in post-orgasmic haze, never realizing that she had just taken what she needed.


Not his touch. Not his lust.


His control.


And she’d left him too dazed to realize he never had it.

[raja shri]

Osm and sexy update BRO,

[Deepak.kapoor]

The Edge of Power – Arjun’s Regret, Meera’s Relief

The air was thick with the stench of sex and sweat, the echo of groans still hanging in the corners of the dimly lit room. Arjun slumped on the chair, chest heaving, his shirt halfway open, pants around his thighs, the last of his strength spent in Meera’s hands.


Meera stood a few feet away, calmly adjusting her top, her expression unreadable. Semen still clung to her skin, a sticky reminder of what had just happened—but to her, it was a lesser cost—a tactical stain.


Inside, a storm raged, but outside, she was steel.


I did it. I stopped it before it went too far.


She had protected Riya. She had protected herself. Her body might have been used as a tool, but her mind? Her mind was untouched—sharp, cold, and two steps ahead.


Meera turned away from Arjun, her back straight, chin high. She didn’t say another word. She didn’t need to.


Arjun stayed frozen in place, watching her walk toward the room door with confident steps. His gaze drifted downward, to the glistening trail of his cum on her skin… and something twisted in his gut.


Shame. Frustration.


“Shit…” he muttered under his breath, dragging his hands down his face.


His cock, now soft and spent, twitched weakly as his mind replayed the scene—her on her knees, her hand wrapped tightly around him, the way her lips moved when she whispered, “Just let me take you there…”


He groaned, angry, not at her.


At himself.


“Maine control kyun kho diya?”
(Why did I lose control?)

He spat the words like poison.
“Saali ne toh… haan… she made me explode like a fucking virgin.”


He clenched his fists, his jaw tight, the image of her lips brushing his tip, her hands working him with unrelenting rhythm etched in his memory.


It had been too fast. Too easy.


He had planned to take his time. To own her. To break her slowly. Not... blow his load in her hand like some desperate collegeboy.


His fingers ran through his hair in frustration.


“Pagal bana diya mujhe,” he whispered. (She drove me crazy.)

The way she looked up at him. The softness in her tone. The fucking control she had even when she pretended to surrender.


He didn’t see the game. He thought she’d genuinely given in.


Enough to keep him coming back for more. But his pride bled.


“I should’ve held back,” he muttered. “Aise nahi… next time, main poora le lunga use…”
(Not like this... next time, I’ll take all of her.)


His cock twitched again and again at just the thought.


Her voice. Her hand. Her breasts were covered in his cum. The sight of her wiping it away like she owned the moment.


And that… made him want her even more.

Meanwhile, behind the closed bathroom door…


Meera stood under the faucet, letting cold water run down her chest, washing off the mess he left behind. Her hands trembled slightly, but she didn’t let herself cry. Not yet.


She looked into the mirror, water dripping from her chin, her breasts slick from the cleansing.


You survived, Meera.


And in her mind, she heard Arjun’s voice—the moans, the groans, the curses as he lost himself.


He thinks he won… but he never saw the strings I pulled. She allowed herself a small smile.


But inside, she was already planning.

[mkgkkr]

very small update

[doctor101]

Slow Built-up but maintaining high erotic flow. Loved your sexual treatment. Looking forward for long updates and many more adventures with other characters simultaneously. Like suspended Druver and Riya repeat adventures out of home.

[abcturbine]

wonderful writings.....eagerly waiting for next....