Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

The Nine Nights
The Awakening of Love and Desire


The Nine Nights

Two strangers. One heartbeat of hope.
 
After the sea took everything,
two souls remained.
 
He — a doctor who could not save his own.
She — a young woman still calling out to the voices the water stole.
 
Stranded together on a forgotten island,
they have nothing but the sound of the wind,
the taste of rainwater,
and the weight of memories they cannot share aloud.
 
Days blur into nights.
Nine of them.
Nine nights of waiting,
of intimacy and silence,
of grief slowly softening into something gentler.
 
They share coconuts and fruits.
They share stories.
They share the quiet warmth,
the ache of survival,
and the strange comfort of another heartbeat nearby.
 
And somewhere between darkness and dawn,
something begins to stir
maybe love,
maybe warmth,
maybe just the fragile need to not be alone.
 
When the rescue finally comes,
the sea has retreated,
but it leaves behind more than ruin.
It leaves behind two souls changed
bound not by words, but by everything they survived together.
 
The Nine Nights
A story of loss and survival,
of hearts finding their way back to life
and the quiet hope that even after the sea takes everything,
something beautiful can still remain.
 
 

 

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[Peterparker69]

Eagerly waiting.....

[prasannas2001]

Wow Shailu, starting a new story. Love this new concept.  

[PELURI]

as usual, the beginning is exotic and promising ....both the characters too are vivid with endless score for carnal activity....all the best shailu ji

[rajesh93]

Interesting concept. Love to read the story.

[shailu4ever]

Eagerly waiting.....

Hi Peterparker69

I really appreciate your excitement and support. I’m working on starting the story.  The updates are coming soon. Please stay tuned.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Wow Shailu, starting a new story. Love this new concept.  

Hi Prasanna

I’m so happy you’re enjoying the new idea! It’s something I’ve been excited to try, so your encouragement means a lot.

Thank you for your continued support

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

as usual, the beginning is exotic and promising ....both the characters too are vivid with endless score for carnal activity....all the best shailu ji

Hi PELURI Ji

Thank you very much for your thoughtful feedback and kind words. I truly appreciate your encouragement and I’m glad you’re enjoying the beginning and the characters.

Your earlier suggestion was also one of the inspirations behind this story’s plot, so I sincerely thank you for that. ?

This is going to be a slow-burn story,  there won’t be fast-paced actions or immediate gratifications. It takes time to build the momentum. It’s a journey that unfolds gradually, so I’d encourage you to read it only if you have the time and patience to let the story develop at its own rhythm.

Thank you again for your continued support and inspiration!

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Interesting concept. Love to read the story.

Hi Rajesh

Thank you so much! I’m really glad you found the concept interesting. I hope you’ll enjoy the story as it unfolds, your support and excitement mean a lot!

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Author’s Note:

Hey everyone! 

I’m really excited to share this new short story with you. The idea for it actually came from a request by one of our amazing readers — so thank you for the inspiration! ?

This will be a short story, and my plan is to complete it within a week or two, so you won’t have to wait long for the full journey.
Please note that this is a slow-burn story, it will unfold at its own pace, with no fast actions or immediate gratifications. I hope you’ll take the time to enjoy the gradual build-up and emotional depth as the story progresses.

Your thoughts and feedback mean a lot, so feel free to share what you think as the story unfolds!

Disclaimer:
This is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

[shailu4ever]

 
Story Title (working): “The Nine Nights”
(I might change the Title as the story progresses)




Backdrop:
Kerala. The morning after the Indian Ocean tsunami.

The coast that was once filled with tourists, laughter, and markets is now silent, waterlogged, littered with broken boats, and fragments of lives.

Relief teams are delayed because the tsunami pushed water deep into the backwaters, isolating smaller islands and cutting off roads.
 

 
Core Premise:
Two tourists - strangers -  are stranded together on a small backwater island after the tsunami.

Both have lost their families that day.
They survive together for several days, sharing food, grief, silence, and eventually an unspoken, fragile bond that helps them rediscover the will to live.

What begins as survival slowly becomes connection,  not passion in the ordinary sense, but something deeper: a rediscovery of humanity through shared loss. Their bond is unspoken yet undeniable, fragile as the morning mist, yet strong enough to carry them toward the possibility of life again.

 
 
Main Characters:

1. Naveen (38)

• A Doctor from Hyderabad
  
• Came to Kerala with his wife and two young daughters for a short vacation.
  
• Practical, quiet, deeply devoted to family — the kind of man who feels everything but says very little.
  
• After the wave, he wakes up injured and disoriented on a strip of land surrounded by water.
  

 

2. Kavya (19)

• A literature student from Pune.
  
• Was visiting Kerala with her parents and younger brother.
  
• Sensitive, resilient, emotionally open but in shock — she talks to fill the silence, and sometimes to hold back tears.
  
• She finds Naveen while searching for her family in the wreckage.
  
• Slowly, her youthful vulnerability and determination pull him out of his numbness.
  

 


Setting Detail:

They’re stranded on a small stretch of raised land surrounded by flooded backwaters and fallen coconut trees — about 2–3 km from the nearest inhabited area.

A broken boat lies half-buried nearby.
One half-ruined fisherman’s hut and an old banyan tree become their shelter.

They have access to:

• Coconut water, a few washed-up food packets.
  
• Rainwater they collect.
  
• Occasional floating debris that they reuse.
  

Rescue is delayed because:

• The connecting bridge collapsed.
  
• The backwater current is too strong for boats to navigate safely for several days.
  
• The area is misreported as fully submerged, so no early rescue teams are sent.
  

 

[shailu4ever]

Scene 1: The Morning After the Wave (First Day: Morning)
 

A thin sound of water moving through broken leaves woke Naveen.
 
For a few seconds, he thought he was still dreaming, the smell of salt, the uneven rocking beneath him, the chill in the air that felt heavier than any morning breeze. The world had an unreal stillness to it, like time had stopped breathing. Then he opened his eyes.
 
A sheet of grey light spread across what had once been land. The sky looked pale and tired, as if even the sun had lost courage. Everywhere he turned, there was water, quiet now, only sighing against fragments of walls and trees, whispering the remnants of chaos.
 
He was lying on a strip of damp earth, half-buried in sand and coconut fronds. His right shoulder ached sharply; his shirt was torn, and his skin was crusted with salt. When he tried to sit, the world tilted, and a low moan escaped his throat. The silence that followed felt enormous, an emptiness that hummed in his ears.
 
A crow circled overhead, its caw sharp and lonely before it drifted away toward the drowned horizon.
 
Naveen pressed his palms into the sand and forced himself upright. His fingers sank into the grainy wetness. The smell of brine and smoke clung to everything. Near him lay the remains of a wooden cart, a torn fishing net tangled with rope, and a plastic toy car, faded and ghostly. He stared at it for a long time, trying to remember who it might have belonged to. Then, quietly, he turned away.
 
His mind offered only fragments, a blur of screams, his wife’s voice calling his name, the small hand of his younger daughter slipping from his grasp, and the roar that came like a living wall. Then, black water.
 
Now there was only the soft gurgle of retreating waves and the ache in his chest that no breath could fill.
 
He coughed suddenly, choking as saltwater burned his throat. His palms dug into the sand for balance. “Anaya!” he shouted, his voice cracking in the heavy air. “Rishi!”
 
Nothing. Only the wind carrying the distant cry of a bird circling above.

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[shailu4ever]

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Naveen forced himself to stand. Pain shot through his shoulder like lightning. His white linen shirt, the one his wife had ironed that morning, was torn, stained with dirt and blood. His wristwatch had stopped at 9:12, frozen in that single, merciless minute when everything ended.
 
He looked around. The coastline curved gently, framed by fallen palms and dense, dripping greenery.
 
He was trained to stay calm, to think clearly when others panicked. Years of medicine had made him deliberate, rational. But none of that could prepare him for this.

This was not chaos to manage, it was the world, broke open.
 
He began to walk, slowly at first, calling names whenever he saw something that might belong to someone, a shoe, a shawl, a torn bag. Each step pressed deeper into the wet sand, and every breath tasted of disbelief.
 
The land narrowed, curving inward like a wound. Water glimmered on both sides. Palm trunks lay crisscrossed like fallen ladders, heavy with seaweed and debris. The air hung thick with humidity and silence. 

Beyond him, the backwater stretched out wide, dull with floating wreckage. There was no road now, only water holding the world hostage.
 
He stumbled upon a half-broken canoe wedged between two trees and sat beside it, his body trembling from exhaustion. He let the weight of the moment settle, his mind catching up with what his heart already knew. His family was gone. The realization didn’t come as a scream. It landed quietly, like a stone sinking into deep water.
 
A breeze stirred, faint, carrying the smell of wet earth and salt. Naveen tilted his head back and closed his eyes. For a brief second, he imagined hearing his daughters’ laughter echoing from behind the palms. But it was only the sound of the wind playing tricks.
 
He pushed himself up again, moving toward the wreckage at the waterline. Pieces of life lay scattered, an orange life jacket, a broken cooler, someone’s sandal, a soaked postcard with no address. He paused, bending to pick up a photograph floating face-down. 

It showed a family smiling in front of a boat, strangers, yet suddenly so familiar that it made his chest tighten.
 
He dropped it gently back into the water and stood still for a long moment. He was a doctor, he had seen death before, but not like this. Not in such terrible silence. Not when it had stolen his entire world.

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[shailu4ever]

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Time no longer made sense. Hours passed, or maybe minutes. The light grew warmer; the air shimmered. A mosquito buzzed by his ear. Somewhere, a branch cracked. Then he noticed it, a faint movement far down the strip of land.
 
A shape. Human. Small, unsteady.
 
His pulse quickened. For a heartbeat, his mind refused to believe it. Then a faint voice carried across the water, hoarse, trembling, barely there. A girl’s voice.
 
Naveen straightened, bracing himself against the canoe. “Hello?” he shouted, voice rough. “Over here!”
 
The sound broke the stillness like a stone thrown into water.
 
The figure turned and lifted an arm weakly. She was wading carefully, her steps heavy with fatigue. As she came closer, the details sharpened, a young woman, barely nineteen, drenched and trembling, her hands clutching the trunk of a fallen tree. Her long hair clung to her face in dark strands, her skin pale from shock.
 
When she reached him, she stopped a few feet away, breathing hard, her eyes wide, a mix of disbelief and fragile relief. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, two survivors who couldn’t yet understand that they were alive.
 
Naveen moved closer, slowly, as if approaching something sacred. “Hey… you’re awake,” he said, kneeling beside her. His voice sounded distant to his own ears.
 
She blinked rapidly, her lips trembling. “Who…” she managed, before her voice broke. “Please… I don’t know where my family is.”
 
“It’s alright,” he said softly, the calm tone of a doctor surfacing almost by instinct. “You’re safe for now. Just breathe.”
 
Her chest rose and fell in uneven rhythm. She looked around, at the water, the broken trees, the horizon where the sea met sky like a scar. “Is there… anyone else?”
 
Naveen turned slowly, scanning the horizon that held only silence. The world seemed to shrink to the space between them. He shook his head.
 
For a long moment, neither spoke. The sea murmured behind them, restless but subdued, as if ashamed of what it had done.
 
Finally, he said quietly, “We should move to higher ground. The tide might come back.”
 
She nodded faintly, her eyes still wide, her movements mechanical. Together, they began to walk toward a patch of raised earth near a fallen banyan tree. Two strangers carrying silence heavier than their own bodies.
 
The sun broke through the clouds at last, casting fractured gold on the water. The world seemed to breathe again, slow, fragile, unsure.
 
It was the first faint proof that life, somehow, still existed.

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[shailu4ever]

Scene 2, Strangers in Ruins
 

The wind had calmed, but the air still carried the smell of salt, smoke, and rain-soaked earth. The sea, hidden behind a wall of shattered palms, murmured like a restless memory. Naveen stirred, wincing as the dull ache in his shoulder pulsed again, deep, rhythmic, like the echo of waves still moving inside him.
 
For a long moment, he simply breathed, feeling the strange quiet pressing against his ears. Even silence had a sound here, the faint hiss of sand shifting, the drip of water falling from broken leaves.
 
Then the memories surged back, the storm, the wall of water, his wife’s voice cut off mid-cry, the small arms that slipped from his grasp. He pressed a hand to his forehead, his palm gritty with salt. The sea had swallowed everything, and yet somehow he was still here.
 
“Anaya… Rishi…” he murmured, the names trembling out of him, part plea, part disbelief. Only the ocean answered, a patient, endless hum that made his heart ache all over again.
 
Beside him, the girl stirred. Her long hair clung to her face in dark strands, her skin pale and waxy from exhaustion. For a heartbeat, Naveen almost didn’t register that she was real.
 
She looked up, eyes wide, fear flickering across them like lightning. “Please… I— I don’t know where my parents are…”
 
Naveen’s instincts moved before his mind did. He knelt beside her, his fingers finding her wrist, checking her pulse with practiced calm. The movement was automatic, a habit built through years of saving lives, and yet his hands shook slightly.
 
“You’re alright,” he said gently. “Just a few scbangs. You must have swallowed seawater. Try to breathe slow.”
 
She nodded weakly, gulping air. “Where… where are we?”
 
“I think we’ve drifted to one of the smaller islands,” he said, scanning the horizon, the wreckage scattered like broken bones, the thin mist hanging over the palms. “I’m Dr. Naveen. We were on the same ferry, weren’t we?”
 
“Kavya,” she whispered after a moment. “I was with my parents and my brother. They… they were behind me when the wave hit.”
 
Naveen’s gaze swept across the beach, a horizon of ruin and silence. “We’ll look for them,” he said quietly, though the steadiness in his tone was more discipline than hope.

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[ashuezy2]

Is this some erotic story or a sad story ?

[shailu4ever]

Is this some erotic story or a sad story ?

Hi ashuezy2

Thank you for your question!  This is primarily a slow-burn emotional and erotic story about survival, grief, and the quiet bond that forms between two people after a devastating disaster. 

It’s not focused on quick sex or instant gratifications. 

While the focus is on healing, human connection, and rediscovering hope, the story will also develop romantic, sensual and erotic elements gradually. 

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[rajesh93]

Nice start. Please keep going.

[Samadhanam]

So the family of both are dead in the disaster? They come together to start a new life?

[PELURI]

grt going Shailu ji...emotions are fathomless...emotions of two people who lost family are even more fragile...a fertile ground for digging deep and deep into a human soul and mind....such emotions become more meaningful if culminate into and expressed through cosmic nature of the being...srste of carnal is the height of such cosmic bliss (Osho)..