Misc. Erotica After the Ashes (Completed)

[sherlock096]

We are in keen anticipation of the story’s ultimate, defining culmination, dear Krish—pray do not prolong our wait any further.

[Prithviraj]

Krish bhai please start working on Meera-Krish part 4 this year ?

[krish_999]

Chapter - Fourteen

After dinner, Anjali went to her bedroom to sleep. Her mind was split in two. One side was filled with calmness - that she had found her way back to Madhav, whose presence in her life had brought a sense of balance amid the turmoil. The other side of her mind was disturbed by uncertainty about the next day. Even though she had agreed to join Vikram for the river rafting adventure, she had no idea what was on his mind. Was he inviting her to relieve himself of the pressure of his business failure? Or was he inviting her to vent his frustration? She didn’t know.
But then she remembered Vinayak’s lifeless body, wrapped in white clothes. Anjali was sure Vikram wouldn’t be able to inflict more pain than that sight.
Lost in many thoughts, Anjali stayed awake for a long time that night. When she checked her phone, she saw a message from Vikram: 5 AM. Seeing his message, she lost what little sleep she had left.

In the morning, her phone rang exactly at 5 AM.
“Are you ready?” Vikram was on his way.
Anjali hurried through her morning rituals and got ready. She chose a dark, practical look for the trip. She wore a sleeveless black top and fitted black pants that allowed her to move easily. Over it, she had thrown on a long olive-green jacket, more for style than warmth. A slim watch around her wrist completed her look. She packed an additional dress and a pair of sunglasses in the bag, along with a small sling bag that hung casually at her side. By the time she was ready, Vikram had arrived.

Anjali went to Madhav's room. He was asleep. As he woke up, he lay there and stared at Anjali as if he had seen a goddess in his sleep.
“He’s come, Dad,” Anjali said. “I have to go.”
Madhav quickly got up and checked the time. “Be careful, Anjali. Don’t do anything stupid, and be alert at all times,” he said.
Anjali bent forward, gave him a light hug, and kissed his forehead. “I will come back safely, Dad,” she said with a smile, despite her rising heartbeat.

When Anjali walked out to the sit-out, Vikram was standing in front of the porch, leaning against his car. The vehicle looked different from the one they had used for their resort trip.
Vikram looked handsome in his grey and blue casuals. His eyes reflected awe as he looked at her. He helped with her small luggage and placed it in the car, and Anjali sat in the front seat. She noticed the extra-spacious front cabin.
“Did you change the car?” she asked.
“Yeah, this is perfect for today’s trip,” Vikram replied.
“Mmm!” Anjali made a face. “Some people are too rich!”
Vikram laughed. “Not rich. Wealthy.”
Anjali arranged her loose hair, which had moved gently with the breeze.
“Madhav didn’t come out to see you off?” Vikram asked as he started the car.
“I told him to sleep.”
“I would have loved for him to stand there and wave his hands.”
Anjali stared at him. “Why?”
“A blessing from the old man. Good for a long trip,” Vikram said with a smile.
Anjali knew it wasn’t about blessings. He wanted Madhav to see him take her away and realise that she would be used for his pleasure. Anjali took out her sunglasses and wore them, even though the sun had not yet risen.

The slightly cold morning and faint memories of the previous night were making Anjali doze off during the drive. Vikram played soft lo-fi music and let her sleep.

Kundalika base was a popular river rafting adventure spot, with many people waiting for the thrill of river rafting. Vikram and Anjali reached there early in the morning and joined the queue. Anjali couldn't feel the same level of comfort as before around Vikram, but she was careful not to make it too obvious.
Vikram had brought clothes - white T-shirts and dark blue shorts for both of them. After changing, when they joined back, Vikram took a look at her.
“We wear the same clothes. But how the hell do you look so damn hot while I look just normal?” he wondered.
Anjali laughed. “You look handsome too, Vickey,” she said.
“But I’m unable to take my eyes off you,” he said again.
“Then don’t. Stand here and keep watching me, hehe.” Anjali walked past him towards the river, knowing that he would follow.

They were put into a group of eight - three women and five men, including them - and taken to an air-filled raft waiting at the edge of the river. After some quick instructions, they pushed it into the water.

The first splash made Anjali shiver. The water was very cold, and she gasped as it touched her skin. Every time the raft hit a wave, she screamed, holding tight. But slowly, as they moved toward the middle of the river, the cold didn’t feel so sharp anymore. It started to feel fresh and even enjoyable. Gradually, her fear faded, and she began to laugh and chatter with the group. The excitement of the ride took over. She paddled along with the others, following the guide’s calls. Without saying much, the group started to feel connected. They leaned together, shouted together, and cheered after every big wave.

Soon, they came upon a stretch where the river narrowed and rushed faster, twisting sharply between dark, jutting rocks. The guide shouted instructions, and the raft plunged into the churning water. It shook wildly as waves slapped against the sides, cold splashes drenching everyone. For a few thrilling moments, fear disappeared completely - replaced by pure excitement. It was as if an adventurous spark had come alive in all of them. They whooped and yelled, gripping their paddles and riding each turn with growing confidence.
Not long after, the river calmed - but too much. The water became shallow, and the raft scbangd against the riverbed before coming to a stop. Laughing, they all climbed out and lifted the raft together, carefully walking it across the rocky stretch to deeper water. By then, Anjali’s top and shorts were completely soaked, clinging to her, but she didn’t mind at all. It only added to the fun, and she found herself laughing harder than she had in a long time.
When they reached the wider part of the river, they noticed other rafts nearby and started racing them. Everyone screamed and laughed loudly, trying to move faster. The river was full of energy, and so were they. For once, Anjali had forgotten all the grudge she had been carrying in her mind.
Then, at a calm part of the river where the water slowed down, Vikram suddenly pushed Anjali into the water.
She shouted in surprise as she fell in, but quickly came up, pushing her wet hair back. For a second, she was annoyed - but then she laughed. Vikram jumped in after her. Anjali splashed water into his face.
The water didn’t feel as cold now. It felt light and fun. She tried swimming a little, and it helped that the water wasn't deep enough to be scary. When it was time to get back on the raft, Vikram lifted her in his hands and helped her climb back in. Anjali then helped him by pulling him back on board.
She caught her breath, completely soaked, tired, and laughing, with water dripping from her hair and clothes. Her white T-shirt clung to her, slightly outlining what she wore underneath, and her sun-kissed legs shone under the splashes of the river. She didn’t seem to notice, as other members of the group were almost like that and too busy laughing and enjoying themselves.

By the end of it, Anjali realized she had actually enjoyed the whole experience. Her guard around Vikram hadn’t fully disappeared, but it had softened a little, as if the river had the ability to wash away the grudge and fill her mind with a sense of relaxation. For a brief period of time, the fun of the river had taken over everything else.
When they finally returned to the ground, Anjali felt extremely hungry. When Vikram asked her what she wanted to eat, she replied without thinking, “I’m so hungry I could finish an elephant.”

They went back to the changing room and changed clothes before going for breakfast. There was a nearby restaurant. It seemed to be the only option. They didn’t have much to offer on the menu. Anjali didn't mind. She ordered a plate of idlis. Vikram had just a sugar-free coffee, but after watching Anjali eating quickly, he joined in and took a piece from her plate.
Anjali paused for a second, then continued eating.
“What, now you feel hungry?” she asked.
“Watching you, yes. My appetite is back,” Vikram said with a smile.
Anjali saw the shine in his eyes. She felt he was hungry for her. A sense of tension slowly started to take over her body. She looked down and tried to concentrate on her plate.
“We're going back after this, aren't we?” she asked while waiting for her tea. She was sure she wouldn't follow him to a resort and stay overnight with him this time.
“Are you in a hurry?” he asked.
Anjali was unsure what to say. “I’m tired, Vickey.”
“Did you like the experience?”
“Of course, I did,” Anjali said honestly. “It was my first time. So, thank you.”
“Thank me later, my girl.” Vikram put his arm around her and squeezed her towards him. Anjali didn't resist.

She noticed a bearded man sitting alone in the farthest corner of the dining hall, and his eyes were on them. She had seen him looking toward them more than once, and she felt he wasn't just glancing. He was watching; observing.
Anjali felt a slight uneasiness. She lowered her gaze for a moment, then looked again. The bearded man was still watching, and she felt like he had been following them.

After breakfast, Anjali went to the washroom and quickly phoned Madhav.
“Dad, did you send someone to follow us?” she asked in a low voice.
There was a short pause before Madhav replied, “No. What are you talking about?”
Anjali believed Madhav would have sent someone to follow her, because he knew Vikram could be a danger.
“I saw someone,” she said. “A man. He’s been watching us. I feel like he followed us here.”
“You’re overthinking,” Madhav said calmly. “I didn’t send anyone. You must have misunderstood.”
Anjali hesitated, then added, “If I noticed him, it’s possible Vikram did too. That could make things risky for me.”
Madhav’s tone stayed firm. “There’s no one, Anjali. If I had sent someone, I would have already told you.”
When the call ended, a part of Anjali's mind believed him, but another part didn’t.

When she returned to the car with Vikram, she glanced inside the dining hall. The man was gone.
She looked around once more, but there was no sign of him anywhere. Anjali let out a quiet breath. Maybe Madhav was right. Maybe she had just misunderstood.

Vikram handed his bag over to her and went to the washroom. Anjali walked over to the parking area. From a distance, she suddenly noticed the bearded man's head rising from behind Vikram's car. Anjali paused before deciding to hurry up and confront the man. She quickly decided to tell him that she had told his boss to call him back. However, by the time Anjali reached, the man had disappeared.
Anjali unlocked the car door, quickly got in, and wore her olive-green jacket. She wondered if she should tell Vikram about the bearded man, but decided against it.

Vikram returned soon and started the car. Anjali didn't know what his plan was.
“Where are we going now?” she asked.
Vikram smiled at her. “You don't look tired now.”
Anjali smiled back. “Yeah, I was hungry then.”
The olive-green jacket Anjali was wearing was just thin fabric meant only as a style garment, but she felt warm. Part of the road was wet due to recent rain. She was amazed to see the road curving through stretches of green.
“Do you think you missed it in the morning ride?” Vikram asked.
Anjali nodded.
“I have an idea,” Vikram said and turned the car onto a narrower road.
Anjali became alert. “Where are we going?”
“There’s a waterfall nearby,” he said casually. “We’re going to check it out. I'm sure you'll love it.”
She looked at him, unsure. “Now? Aren’t you hungry? I don't know where those two idlis went. And you too, barely ate one.” She didn't want to show hesitation in following him.
“I have packed a tiffin for us. Don’t worry, babe.”
“But it seems like a dense jungle,” Anjali said, looking around through the windshield.
“Trust me,” he said, glancing at her. “It’ll be just us.”
That’s what worries me the most. Anjali didn’t say.
For a moment, she thought of objecting, of insisting on going back. But she stopped herself. A part of her was genuinely curious about the waterfall in the forest, and Vikram's assurance about the tiffin left her with no option to back off.

Vikram took a couple more turns, and the road almost became non-existent before they reached a small clearing where he parked the car. He then took his bags out of the car.
“An SUV, a packed tiffin… you’ve come prepared for all this,” Anjali remarked when she got out of the car.
“I’m always prepared, honey.” Vikram winked at her. Anjali was left pondering whether he meant something more than a casual remark.

Vikram checked his phone to confirm the location and then led her on foot along a narrow trail shaded by trees and thick ferns. Anjali kept looking around, wary, but still followed him. Within a few minutes, she started hearing the growing sound of water. A stream was nearby.

The quiet of the jungle otherwise kept reminding Anjali that they were completely separated from the outside world. She had almost started wondering if she had made a huge mistake by getting into this.
Before her apprehensions grew out of proportion, they reached the place.

The waterfall was hidden and beautiful, just a few metres high, a thin stream falling into a clear pool below. It felt untouched, almost secret. Anjali stood there, watching the scenery. The water, though making a sound where it fell, seemed to flow slowly for a stretch before moving faster between the rocks. It looked like a pond with crystal-clear water.
When she turned, she was stunned to see Vikram taking off his shirt. He had placed the bags on a rock.
“Are you sure you can get into this?” Anjali wondered. “What if it has crocodiles or something in it?”
Vikram laughed. “If it had crocodiles or dangerous snakes, there wouldn’t have been river rafting in the area,” he said as he removed his pants too and stood wearing just his briefs. Anjali pretended not to see the bulge between his legs.
“Let’s go,” Vikram said, reaching for her hand.
She hesitated for a brief second before letting him take it.
“My dress…” she said, glancing down.
“You’ve got another one in your bag, don’t you?” he replied easily.
“Where would I even change?” she asked, looking around.
Vikram laughed again. “How much do you still feel like hiding from me?”
Anjali gave a shy smile. “Nothing.”
The answer came out more easily than she expected.
Before she could think further, he pulled her gently into the water. She gasped at the cold, instinctively stepping back. But he splashed water at her, laughing.
She reacted without thinking, splashing him back.
For a few moments, it felt light. Easy. They laughed, moving through the water, the tension fading just enough to make her forget herself. Vikram slowly pulled her towards the center of the pond. It was only up to her neck in depth.
“You've been here already. You know this place very well, don't you?” Anjali asked.
“What do you think?” Vikram moved closer as he asked. “Do you think I’d bring you here if I wasn’t sure whether it was safe or not?”
Before Anjali could reply, she felt his arms surrounding her under the water. The touch of his bare hands brought a sense of warmth against the coldness of the water.
And Anjali froze completely as Vikram pulled her closer and kissed her. She felt her lips being drawn into his, and she forgot to breathe.
After breaking the kiss, Vikram stared deep into her eyes. “Anjali, this is my world. There is no place for crocodiles or snakes between us. You can trust me.”
Anjali's heart skipped a beat as her subconscious mind decoded the meaning of his words. For a second, she wanted to scream and run away from him. But his arms were locked, and she knew there was no way she could move back.
She closed her eyes and meekly whispered, “I trust you, Vickey.”
“I know, my love,” Vikram said, and the next moment she felt his hands grabbing the lower edge of her black top and pulling it upwards. Anjali opened her eyes.
“Vickey, no!”
“It feels awkward when only I feel the cold water!” Vikram applied a bit of force and easily overpowered her and removed her top. Anjali found some relief in knowing that she was wearing a bra underneath.
Vikram threw her top onto one of the rocks along the edge of the pond. Next, he grabbed the edge of her pants. Anjali tried to move away from him, swimming towards the other side of the pond. But Vikram swam faster and caught her by the waist. Not only that, he simply sank into the water and pulled her pants down. The more Anjali tried to move away from him, the easier it came off. Vikram laughed victoriously as he stood away from her and lifted her pants above the water.
“You scoundrel!” Anjali yelled and jumped towards him, trying to snatch it from him. Vikram tried to escape, but Anjali got her arms around his neck. They fought with each other for the pants, and in the end, as Vikram tried to escape by sinking into the water, Anjali managed to climb over his head in a moment of bewilderment. However, Vikram suddenly got up and lifted her onto his shoulder before throwing her into the water. Anjali almost felt her bra come off her breasts. She hurriedly rose to breathe, only to realise that her bra had indeed come off. Anjali turned around and saw Vikram holding it with a victorious grin. A moment later, he simply threw it behind him into the water.
“You're such a motherfucker...” Anjali forgot herself and yelled, charging towards the bra before it could float away. But Vikram held her tightly.
“Hey! Stop!” Vikram grabbed her and pulled her into a hug, tight enough to hold her firmly. Anjali felt the whole of her front pressing against his muscular body; more importantly, her breasts were pressed against his chest. Anjali exhaled into his mouth. “I’m not the motherfucker, sweetheart,” Vikram said, and after a pause, he went on, “it’s actually you - the father fucker!”

Anjali felt all her strength melting and washing away in the water. Perhaps Vikram had sensed it, either through his touch or her eyes, and he grabbed the opportunity to make his final move. He kissed her non-stop, and his hand reached over to feel the softness of her breasts under the water.
“I love you, Anjali. You know you are my dream,” he whispered as he took a break and then kissed under her chin. Anjali felt his mouth moving downwards along her neck, and her body felt as if it were being lifted. His lips moved further down her skin as he continued to lift her, and eventually her breasts came above the water level, only to be covered by his mouth one by one. Anjali, for fear of falling into the water, grabbed his head, ending up giving him ample freedom to suck her breasts.
“Vickey, my bra...” Anjali tried to stop him and find the lost piece of clothing. It was nowhere to be seen by now. “I’m completely nude, please find it.”
Vikram stopped, but only to bring up a piece of cloth in his hand. It was his own underwear. He had removed it, thereby becoming completely nude under the water. Anjali lost all hope of stopping.
“Happy now, sweetheart?” Vikram asked as he threw the cloth away. Anjali didn’t bother to look where it went.
“Come,” Vikram invited her to the other side of the pond, where the water level was just above the waist. As her upper body came out of the water, Anjali felt colder, becoming more aware of her nudity in the middle of the jungle. But then she noticed Vikram’s dick, considerably erect and shining just under the water.
Vikram leaned his back against a rock at the edge and smiled at her.
“Come, baby,” he said and brought her hand - that he was holding - onto his dick.
He made her hold it, and Anjali didn’t show any will to protest. Her fingers wrapped around it. She was pulled further into him, and he kissed her again, this time with more hunger. His hands ran around her body, caressing her lower back and then moving inside her panty to play with her ass cheeks. Anjali felt his mouth opening and inviting her, and she pushed her tongue into his mouth. She had surrendered. Her hand had started to move back and forth on his member.
A few moments later, Vikram broke the kiss and climbed backward onto the rock behind him. It placed his crotch at the height of her chest. He spread his legs and invited her, pulling her hand with one hand and grabbing the back of her neck with the other. Anjali knew where it was leading. The moment to resist and refuse had passed long ago, without giving her a chance. Anjali’s head sank between his legs, and he pushed her downward to ensure his whole length went down her throat in the first attempt itself.
“Mmm...” Vikram moaned. “That’s my girl...” The thrill of feeling the warmth of her mouth on his cold member dominated his voice. His hand behind her head remained like a wall beyond which she was not allowed to move back, and he kept pushing her forward to keep her sucking him. His length had reached its hardest state. After a while, he let her pull it out, only to lift it with his other hand and push her head, bringing her mouth to his balls.
“Make it warm too, baby. It’s all yours,” he said and pushed his balls into her mouth. Anjali sucked, showing no evidence of the soreness that was growing inside her. She knew she was being used like a toy, and she felt she had made up her mind to play it out.
As she rolled her tongue around his hairless balls, Vikram grabbed his erection firmly and slapped it across her cheek. Anjali blinked. Vikram was thrilled by her reaction.
“I’ll teach you things that Vinayak never showed you,” Vikram said in a voice filled with ecstasy. “It’s bad that he never got the chance to know how good you are at this.”
Anjali paused and stared up at him.
“Are you sure of that?”
The grin on Vikram’s lips slowly faded. “What?”
“Are you sure that Dad didn’t get the chance?”
The lack of expression on Vikram’s face made it obvious that he was still processing it.
“You told me...” he blurted.
“I lied.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m telling you the truth... because you love to hear it, don’t you?” Anjali slowly grabbed his member and pushed it into her mouth. But in an instant, she recognised the dip in its firmness as she tried to take it past her lips. Anjali gave it a couple of deep-throated sucks before pulling out. “I’ve given him this kind of pleasure. He’s not like Vinayak.”
Anjali spoke through panting. She was still mindful enough to notice the weakening of his length in her hand.
“You said it was accidental...”
“The first time it was...” Anjali hesitated, then went on. “The next time it was intentional. The third time, it was pleasure - purely for pleasure. Like you do.”
“You bitch!” Vikram yelled and pushed her away. Anjali almost fell back into the water.
“What happened to you, Vickey?” Anjali yelled back at him. “You wanted to talk about it - that’s why I’m talking!”
“Holy shit!” Vikram jumped into the water and grabbed her. “Tell me you’re saying all this just to make me angry, aren’t you? I don’t like it. You are mine, Anjali.”
“Of course, I’m yours, Vickey!” Anjali stood up in front of him. “That’s why I’m telling you the truth. You said you’d marry me no matter what, didn’t you?”
“But that doesn’t mean you can fuck your father-in-law every night and then come back to me.”
“For fuck’s sake, have you forgotten what you promised my daddy? You told him you were ready to forgive me. Come on, Vickey!” Anjali was suddenly having fun, watching him burn with frustration.

But she didn’t anticipate his next move. It was a slap across her face, and Anjali fell into the water properly this time. Vikram then quickly grabbed her and held her upright, facing him.
“Tell me the truth, bitch. How many times have you slept with him?”
Anjali was scared as hell. She couldn’t think of lying. Her cheek was burning.
“Four!”
“Four!” Vikram grunted in disbelief. “He must have made you cum every time, right, bitch? Otherwise, why would you fuck an old man? Why?”
“He’s...” Anjali’s words broke with her panting. She felt she would collapse. Her head was starting to spin. “He’s not like Vinayak. He’s strong.” Anjali spoke with her eyes closed. She knew she was going to be slapped again, but there was nothing she could do to stop him.
“You’re truly a bitch. Tell me you deserve punishment - tell me!” Vikram pulled her towards him, and without waiting for her response, he pushed her against the rock he had climbed earlier. Anjali almost fell onto it and rested her upper body over her folded hands on the rock. Vikram moved behind her, and the next moment Anjali felt him reaching between her legs and shoving his dick into her from behind. He had pulled her panty to the side and simply pushed his throbbing member inside her.
Anjali hadn’t anticipated this, and she gasped.
“Oh… Vickey!” she cried.
“Stop crying, bitch. I will teach you what pleasure is. I will teach you how a man can please your cunt,” Vikram yelled and started to move nonchalantly. Both of their lower bodies were still under the water, and each time he pushed, the water splashed onto her back. Anjali felt her pussy being filled with water, along with the pain of him pounding hard into her. Vikram had grabbed her hip, and he slapped her ass in between to shock her further as he kept fucking her hard. He went on and on until Anjali could no longer take it. The strength in her hands had evaporated, and her upper body had started pressing against the rock, making her naked breasts rub against it.
“This is how I’m going to fuck you from now on. You want a strong man, don’t you? Huh?” Vikram was at the peak of his vengeance, and his voice had turned animalistic.
“Vickey… please…” Anjali was on the verge of crying like a baby.
“Promise me you won’t fuck him ever again. Promise me you’ll be mine only.” Vikram spanked her ass. The sound and pain sent waves of shock deep into her psyche. For once, Anjali wanted to surrender and tell him that she knew he was the murderer of Vinayak.
But as she opened her mouth, the words came out differently. “I promise you, Vickey. Please. I promise you.”
Vikram’s movements became faster again.
“That’s what I wanted to hear… bitch. You’re mine. I’m gonna fill your pussy… yeah… I’m cumming… take it… haaah!” He pushed and held himself inside her, climaxing. Anjali collapsed completely on the rock, more from relief than exhaustion.
Vikram took a few long seconds to recover, and he slowly pulled back. He then turned her towards him and kissed her lips hard.
“I will never let you go, bitch!” He grabbed her face by the chin. “Do you know why? Because you are what motivated me to become who I am today. Without you, I can’t be me.”
He said this and kissed her again. Anjali had lost the strength to stand straight. Vikram leaned backward onto the rock and held her close, rubbing softly against her bare back. He held her close, and Anjali was taken aback by the sudden transition, as if he had become another person entirely.
He was still an enigma to her.

After a while, when their breathing settled, Vikram led her across the pond to the other side. Anjali didn’t show any sign of shyness as she walked out of the water, wearing just her panty. Vikram too walked out completely nude. He opened the bag and gave her another set of clothes. It was a top and pants. As he turned to the other side and put on his clothes, Anjali removed her panty, wiped her body with a small hand towel, and then wore the clothes. She didn’t mind that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The clothes brought back a feeling of warmth and comfort.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you, Anjali,” Vikram said, turning to her.
Anjali stared at him, expressionless.
“What about me? Did I hurt you?” she asked.
Vikram couldn’t reply for a second. Then he asked, “What you said - is it true?”
“Yes,” Anjali said quickly.
“Don’t lie, Anjali. I’m serious.”
“I’m serious too, Vickey.”
“You said four times. When was the last one?”
Anjali paused for a second and then replied, “Yesterday.”
Vikram didn’t know what to say. Anjali didn’t blink. She wanted to etch his response into her memory forever. No matter how he replied, she knew it would be the moment he realised that everything he had done in his life to live the dream he had built long ago had crashed into a whisper - a whisper only he could hear, telling him that he had lost it.

Vikram stared at her for a few seconds. Then he silently turned to pick up his bag. Anjali had finished wiping her wet hair. She then opened the bag to get the tiffin. It had sandwiches, still warm. She took her share, sat on a small rock, and ate. Vikram kept stealing glances at her, unsure of what to say. He was lost in his own thoughts. Anjali asked if he didn’t want to have a sandwich. Vikram said he didn’t have the appetite.
“Yeah, of course. You had your meal already,” Anjali blurted, loud enough for him to hear.

After the food, they returned to the car. The way back was silent. Anjali felt blank. She knew she had revealed too much. Probably she had made Madhav the prime target of Vikram. But she wasn’t bothered. She knew Madhav would find a way to defend himself. And she was going to tell him to choose whatever way he wanted to finish off the killer of his son.

The car left the mud roads and soon joined a narrow road. Anjali felt he was driving faster than during the ride toward the jungle pond. His seat belt indicator was blinking at the beginning, and he didn’t bother to put it on. Anjali knew he was lost in his thoughts, but she wasn’t sure whether it was about the past or the future. She didn’t say anything. After a few minutes, they joined the main road.

And exactly then, a speeding truck appeared from nowhere and crashed into their car from the side. Before Anjali could realise what had happened, the car was thrown down into the deep valley beside the road. The vehicle seemed to fly in the air, then landed and rolled a couple of times. Anjali’s body was held firmly in her seat by airbags from the front and sides, and she almost counted how many times the vehicle rolled sideways. She could sense everything, and she almost wondered why she wasn’t losing consciousness. Finally, the rolling stopped, and the car came to rest upright, as if nothing had happened.
But a lot had happened in a few seconds.

Anjali sat motionless in her seat, thinking about which side of her body might be paralysed. She imagined blood leaking from her body. She didn’t feel any pain, and she thought her brain might still be processing it.
Then the door was opened. The airbag was torn by a knife. Anjali looked and saw a beard.
She recognised him in an instant.
The bearded man.
What is happening? Anjali stared at him.
“This one’s alive!” the bearded man said, looking to the other side of the car. Anjali turned her head and saw that Vikram wasn’t there. The glass was shattered. There was blood everywhere. Vikram had disappeared.

Suddenly, Anjali felt her body being dragged out of the car. The bearded man was pulling her out. She knew he wasn’t a saviour, but she felt he was on her side. She didn’t protest. The man carried her in his strong arms and walked to the other side of the car. Anjali saw Vikram lying there on the ground, his body crumpled like a bundle of clothes. There was blood everywhere. Another man was bent beside Vikram, checking his pulse repeatedly.
“What about him?” the bearded man asked.
“Done!” the other man said. He looked bulky, with a muscular frame. Anjali felt she had seen him before - probably in Madhav’s office. She couldn’t recall.
“Leave her and try to find your thing,” he said, looking at the bearded man.
The bearded man placed Anjali down and made her stand. He then went towards the back side of the car, put his hand underneath, and pulled out a small device.
“Got it,” he said, satisfied.
Anjali turned to the muscular man. “Is he dead?”
He looked at her, as if surprised to see no emotion on her face.
“Yeah, dead,” he said.
“He should have worn the seat belt,” Anjali said nonchalantly. “Otherwise, he would have survived.”
The man looked at her. “No, he wouldn’t have,” he said. “We would have made sure he didn’t.” And he smiled at Anjali.
Anjali sensed something was wrong. There was something wrong in his menacing smile. In a fraction of a second, she realised that he wasn’t a saviour. He was a hunter.
“What about her?” she heard the bearded man asking, slowly walking towards her.
“No loose ends,” said the muscular man, and he pulled out something from behind his body.
It was a pistol.
And Anjali was stunned to see it being pointed at her.

[xavierrxx]

Excellent update. Sad to see hero die?

[NityaSakti]

??? Madhav is doing all these through his team ??

[sherlock096]

The river rafting sequence you crafted was rendered with such verisimilitude that it bordered on the surreal; a truly masterful depiction, my dear author. What I find most compelling about your prose is your ability to capture nuanced subtleties with such organic authenticity.

Regarding the intimate scenes, the narrative took a rather unconventional turn. Typically, when a heroine grasps the protagonist's dick while discussing a former lover, the physiological response is one of arousal—a trope I've become quite accustomed to if you know what I mean ?In this instance, however, you subverted expectations entirely, evoking a palpable rage instead. While I seldom endeavor to deconstruct or predict narrative trajectories, preferring rather to immerse myself in the immediacy of your storytelling, this particular divergence was striking.

It brings to mind that profound maxim: "What you seek is seeking you." The universe operates on a principle of reciprocity, does it not? Benevolence attracts benevolence, while malevolence invariably begets its own demise. The karmic resolution we've witnessed thus far feels deeply satisfying.

Yet, given your narrative prowess, Krish, you possess the capacity to orchestrate any outcome. I shall entrust the unfolding of this tale entirely to your capable hands. A truly exhilarating installment—I await the next chapter with considerable anticipation.

[Dumeelkumar]

Very good

[Manikandarajesh]

Another twist. Awesome

[Muhammad Hasan]

Dear Author, I deeply request you to continue K4. We are bonded with that story. I specially found this site through you Meera story. It’s my humble request to you. And it would be nice if you post 2 or 3 time a week. Thank You.

[Prithviraj]

Dear Krish your Masterpiece of Meera-Krish deserves a part 4 , maybe of Mature Meera or anything you like but please don't end it just at part 3 ..

[Dinesh Raveendran]

Very good one

[Prithviraj]

Dear Author, I deeply request you to continue K4. We are bonded with that story. I specially found this site through you Meera story. It’s my humble request to you. And it would be nice if you post 2 or 3 time a week. Thank You.

Couldn't agree more , But for some reasons it seems Krish wants to give his audience what he wants and not what his audience wants from him i:e KIII .. I hope he'll rethink about it and give us Part 4

[Self_hater]

Update never comes on time 

[krish_999]

Chapter - Fifteen

As the muscular man pointed his gun straight at Anjali's head, the bearded man suddenly stepped in and grabbed her, pulling her backwards. He held her with his arms around her shoulders and locked her firmly in place.

"Wait a minute," Anjali heard his voice just behind her right ear.
Anjali felt a brief sense of relief as she saw the muscular man lower the pistol and slide it behind his back, under his shirt. But that relief lasted only a second. The bearded man’s grip tightened around her, his breath close to her ear, his presence suffocating.

She still thought Madhav had sent them, and that all of it was due to some kind of miscommunication. She felt she needed to tell them.
“I’m… I’m Madhav’s girl,” she said in a shaky voice.
The muscular man looked at her as if she had said something he didn't expect. He then looked at the bearded man, confused.
“What is she talking about?”
The bearded man didn’t reply immediately. Anjali turned her head to look at him. Their eyes locked for a second. Anjali hated the fact that his hands were around her, pressing the back of her body against his. His hands were unusually strong, and it annoyed her.
“She’s not making sense,” the muscular man muttered, then looked around. Anjali, too, looked around for the first time since coming out of the shock of the accident. There was nothing but trees and bushes around them. The road from which their car had dropped wasn't even in distant sight. She couldn't even guess which side it would be. In just one glance, she understood that no one would notice them unless someone had already spotted the accident and their car flying into this spot.
“What are you doing?” the muscular man asked, turning Anjali's attention back to him. He was gesturing at the way the bearded man was holding her.
“I don’t want to kill her,” the bearded man said quietly.
“We don’t have that choice now," the muscular man’s expression hardened, “since we got involved in it like this.”
"Because you said you wanted to ensure he's dead," the bearded man replied.
"That's because he was driving a high-end car. There was a chance he could walk out of that crash."

Anjali couldn't control her anger and confusion. "Who are you, for fuck's sake?" she asked, her voice louder this time. But the muscular man didn't care to react to her. His eyes remained on his partner. "She has seen us, and we don't have a choice."
Then he looked at Anjali. "If we had known he wasn't wearing a seatbelt, we wouldn't have had to meet. You just got unlucky, girl." His hand instinctively brushed the back of his shirt, where the gun was hidden.
"No, that bastard got lucky," the bearded man said. "I wanted him to know about us before he died."
The muscular man grinned at him.
The bearded man continued tightening his grip around Anjali and held her closer to him. "This isn't enough. I wanted something else. Our revenge will be complete only when his soul watches what we do to his girl."
Anjali’s body went still for a moment as the meaning of his words sank in. The fear that followed was immediate and sharp, spreading through her chest before she could even react.

Anjali was now convinced that these men weren't working on Madhav's instructions. There was something else going on. She was caught in a game she didn't even know existed.

She tried to fight back, trying to break free from the strong hands of the bearded man. She tried to push away his arm and twist herself free, but his hold only tightened in response. He adjusted his stance to control her movement more easily, his grip becoming more deliberate, more assured, as though he had done this before.
“Let me go!” she said, her voice shaking but forceful.
Her resistance did not weaken him; if anything, it seemed to amuse him.
“Keep trying,” he murmured near her ear, his tone almost conversational. “It won’t change anything.”
Anjali did not stop. She shifted her weight, trying to destabilise him, but he anticipated it and pulled her back, keeping her firmly anchored against him.

The muscular man watched the exchange with growing impatience, his gaze moving between the two of them.
“What the fuck are you doing? Stop wasting time and find a stone or something.”
“I’ll do that,” the bearded man replied without looking at him, “but only when I’m done with her. See how much energy she’s got. You can’t make it natural, buddy. We’ll have to take a risk. Then why not take one worth taking?”
Anjali knew where this was leading. Panic was rising for the second time, and this time she was clear that the danger was more than death. Even though the bearded man was holding her physically, she feared the muscular man the most. She knew she would not be a match if he joined the bearded man.

She turned her head slightly, forcing herself to look toward the muscular man.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice steadier than before. “What do you want?”
Though she asked, Anjali’s mind had already begun connecting the dots. She had spotted the bearded man following her and Vikram at the river rafting camp. She had seen him moving away from Vinayak’s car.
“You were spying on us. You planted a tracker on his car. And you knew when we were getting back onto the main road. So you hit us with a truck. I know everything.” Anjali spoke what came to her mind, her voice gaining weight as she went on. “Why did you do it? Why did you want to kill him?”
The muscular man exhaled slowly, a hint of reluctant approval in his expression.
“Smarter than she looks,” he said.
Anjali barely registered the comment.
The muscular man took a slow step forward, his eyes fixed on Anjali.
“Do you really have no idea who I am?” he asked.
Anjali looked at him, forcing herself to stay composed despite the pressure of the bearded man’s grip around her. By now, she had understood that the muscular man was the main one in this, and the bearded man was his aide.
“It’s a shame if she dies without knowing who we are. She must be told, at least her,” the bearded man said, glancing at his partner. “I know you don’t like it, but let me take care of it.”
Anjali swallowed, steadying her breath before speaking. Panic would only make things worse. She needed to say something that would make them reconsider.
“I don’t care what you did to Vikram,” she said. “Whatever happened between you and him… it has nothing to do with me.”
She paused briefly, choosing her next words carefully.
“Just let me go. I won’t say anything.”
The muscular man watched her for a moment, then a faint, almost amused smile appeared on his face.
“I was thinking it was a shame that your friend didn’t get to see me introduce myself to you.”
Before Anjali could respond, the bearded man spoke again.
“She’s not just a friend,” he said. “She was with him. She’s his girlfriend.”
Anjali turned her head slightly, her eyes burning now - not with fear alone, but with anger.
“Who are you?” she asked again. “Why were you after Vikram? And why do you think you can just kill me for no reason? Just because I happened to be with him?”
She tried to push away his hands again, in vain. A low, amused sound escaped him.
“There it is,” he said, almost pleased. “She’s got fire.”
His hold became more controlling, and Anjali felt that he was deliberately pressing his arms against her chest. Her breasts were being squeezed under his strength.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” he added, his voice more expressive than the words. That was enough.
Anjali jerked violently against him, trying to break free, her restraint gone now. “Leave me, you scoundrel!” she shouted.
The bearded man laughed again, a rough, careless sound that carried no urgency, as if he had all the time in the world. His right hand moved, and he directly grabbed her left breast. Before Anjali could turn away, he leaned in, and his face brushed against the side of her neck, the roughness of his beard scbanging against her skin. The contact made her flinch instantly, a sharp discomfort running through her.
“Stop!” she shouted, her voice breaking through the silence, filled with anger and disgust.
She jerked her head away, trying to create distance, but his grip held firm. The more she resisted, the more force he applied, as if he were testing how much control he had over her.
The irritation on her skin only added to the surge of panic and rage building inside her. She twisted her body sharply, trying to slip out of his hold, but he adjusted again, refusing to let go.
“Stay still,” he said, his tone losing patience now.
“I said stop!” Anjali snapped, her voice louder this time, her strength returning with the anger.
The man only tightened his hold further when she struggled, pulling her back into him with more force. His rough cheek pressed against hers again, the coarse hair scbanging her skin and making her recoil. And his hand moved across her chest at will, feeling the softness of her.
Anjali felt a wave of disgust rise within her, sharp and suffocating. For a moment, her instinct was to keep fighting, to resist with everything she had.
But then she realised that the more she resisted blindly, the stronger his control became. He was expecting it. Enjoying it.
That meant she had to do the opposite.
She forced herself to go still.
“Come on, Jassy, let’s go before someone comes,” the bearded man growled, his voice low but impatient.

And it caught Anjali’s attention more than anything. A name had slipped out of his mouth.
Jassy.
Something clicked in her mind instantly.

Before she could process it fully, the muscular man spoke.
“Leave her, dude. Don’t mess things up.”
His voice carried irritation now. He was watching the surroundings. “Shit… it’s already a mess. What the fuck?” he muttered, then looked at Anjali.
He looked straight into her eyes, studying her with an intensity that made her breathing uneven. “Why didn’t you die?” he asked quietly.
“Hey, don’t try to play a hero in front of the girl,” the bearded man said, his tone mocking. “You love to fuck, no?”
He tightened his grip on Anjali and pulled her closer. Anjali felt something poking behind her ass. She knew what it was. But she was forced to ignore it.
“Let’s take her. We’ll dump her later, I promise you. Come on, bro. Let’s go to our car.”
He leaned in again and inhaled near her ear.
“I’m so intoxicated by her smell… mmm…”
He breathed in once more, longer this time, his hold growing firmer as his control slipped into something more aggressive.
The muscular man didn’t react immediately. His eyes stayed on Anjali, his expression hard, but his patience was clearly thinning.
“I’ll not tell anyone. I promise,” Anjali said. “Tell this bastard to leave me.”
She shifted her weight suddenly and brought her heel down hard on the bearded man’s foot. He was wearing knitted shoes, and the move hurt him badly. “Aaah!” he yelled, jerking slightly as the pain hit.
In the same motion, he lifted his right hand to strike her from behind. Anjali didn’t see it coming. There was no time to turn or block. The blow landed across her face.
“Haaa…!” The sound escaped her as her head snapped to the side, pain shooting through her jaw.
Before she could recover, he hit her again, harder this time.
The second strike threw her off balance completely.
Her body gave way, and she fell to the ground, the impact knocking the air out of her chest as everything spun for a moment.
“You hit me!” the man yelled, his voice filled with anger.
Before Anjali could move, he bent forward, grabbed her by the neck with both hands, and forced her upward. His grip was crushing, cutting off her breath as he lifted her off the ground. Anjali grabbed his wrists instinctively, trying to pull them away, but his strength overpowered her completely. Her feet struggled for support, barely finding balance.
“You’re going to enjoy this when I fuck you hard, bitch,” he grunted. His fingers tightened further around her throat, his control absolute as he held her there.
Anjali’s struggling movements became more desperate, her hands slipping, her strength draining as his grip controlled her completely. And then he leaned in.
Before she could turn her face aside, his mouth pressed over hers, landing a suffocating smooch on her mouth. It wasn’t the lip-sucking type, but more like his mouth pressing onto hers just to convince her that she was overpowered. The contact lasted only a few seconds, but it felt far longer.
When he pulled back, she gasped, her breath breaking apart. And the way he looked at her scared the hell out of her.
A sound escaped her - a raw, helpless cry filled with disgust and fury.
“Please leave me, please!”
But his grip didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened.

However, the muscular man suddenly stepped in and pulled Anjali away from the bearded man’s grip, breaking the contact abruptly.
“So you do cry, girl,” he said, looking straight into her face. “Then why didn’t you cry when you saw him dead?” He pointed toward Vikram’s dead body.
Before Anjali could respond, the bearded man objected.
“Hey! What are you doing?” he shouted, stepping forward. “I want her. She’s mine.”
He reached out, trying to grab her back, but the muscular man blocked him with his arm and raised his voice sharply.
“Enough!”
The force in his tone stopped the bearded man. The muscular man turned his attention back to Anjali.
“Well?” he said. “Answer me.”
Anjali swallowed, trying to steady herself. Her breath was still uneven, but she forced the words out.
“I don’t love Vikram,” she said, and then added, “I… I wanted him dead too.”
She turned her head slightly, her eyes falling on Vikram’s lifeless body lying at a distance. Her expression hardened, filled with something deeper than fear.
“He killed my husband,” she said, tears forming despite her effort to hold them back. “I wanted him dead.”
Her voice cracked, but she continued.
“Trust me… I won’t tell anyone about you. I won’t say your names. Just… let me go.”
The muscular man was watching her closely.
“Do you know my name?” he asked, his eyes locking onto hers.
Anjali felt the weight of his gaze. She felt that he would know if she lied.
“You are Jasdeep,” she said, holding his gaze. “Mandeep’s brother.”
For a brief moment, nothing moved.

When she had heard the bearded man call him Jassy, something had stirred in her memory. The news report about the accident and death of two men, which Vikram orchestrated, had the names of the victims and their surviving close relations. The victims were Mandeep and Abhay. She had seen them at the café when they were alive, and this muscular man standing in front of her resembled one of them - the build, the structure, and the serious look on his face. The news report had a mention of his surviving sibling, named Jasdeep. And the moment she heard the bearded man calling him Jassy, her mind had started working on it.
She knew it all could be a wild guess, but she chose to stick to it, because her wild guess aligned with everything else, too. She now understood why they wanted to kill Vikram. It was revenge.

Jasdeep’s eyes widened slightly. “You know Mandeep?” he asked.
“No,” Anjali said quickly. “But I know Vikram killed him and his friend.”
She held his gaze, forcing herself not to look away.
“Only you and I know the truth,” she continued. “And Madhav too.”
Jasdeep frowned. “Who’s Madhav?”
“My father-in-law,” she replied. “He knows Vikram killed his son. He’s on your side too… only if you let me go.”
The bearded man stepped forward again, his voice rising.
“She’s lying. She’s trying to trick you…”
Jasdeep shot him a sharp look.
“Shut up.”
The word landed hard enough to stop him mid-sentence.
Jasdeep turned back to Anjali, his eyes narrowing slightly, studying her again.
“How do you know my brother?” he asked. Anjali sensed that his voice was much softer than it had been until then.
“I told you,” Anjali said, her voice steadier now. “I only knew Vikram.”
She paused for a moment, then added, her tone hardening,
“He’s a psycho...”
Before Jasdeep could respond, they heard movement from the side. A group of men rushed in quickly, and three of them were in uniform.
Jasdeep’s expression hardened, his attention snapping away from Anjali.
“What are you doing with the girl?” one security officerman shouted, and immediately directed the others. “Hold them.”

Jasdeep stood his ground, but the bearded man tried to escape. As one of the security officermen tried to grab him, he lashed out, shoving him back with force. “Get off me!” he yelled, hurling abuses as he pushed forward.
The security officerman lost his balance and fell to the ground. Two of the others quickly turned toward him. They didn’t hesitate. They moved in fast, closing the distance before the bearded man could react again. The first blow landed hard, driving him back. The second followed almost instantly.
Within seconds, the bearded man lost his footing and went down. Even then, the men didn’t stop. A couple of sharp kicks landed before they pulled back, leaving him on the ground, struggling to recover.
The outburst ended as quickly as it had begun.

One of the men from the group reached Anjali, stepping between her and Jasdeep, pulling her back with a firm, controlled motion.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Anjali took a step back, her body still reacting to everything that had just happened. Her first instinct was fear - that Jasdeep would reach for his pistol and open fire to break free.
But he didn’t.
Even as the men closed in on him and pulled him back, he didn’t resist the way she expected. His gaze stayed fixed on her, sharp and unblinking, as if the interruption had only angered him for cutting off what he wanted to know.
There was frustration in his eyes. Not panic. Not fear.
Just the unfinished conversation.
The man who had pulled Anjali away leaned slightly toward her, keeping himself between her and the two men.
“I’m with Madhav,” he said in a low voice. “You’re safe. Don’t worry.”
The words took a moment to settle.

Around them, the security officer had already moved toward Vikram’s body. One of them crouched beside him, checking for a pulse, while another spoke rapidly into his Motorola, sharing updates with his control room.
The scene quickly shifted, and with each passing second, a sense of normalcy returned to Anjali. Then she saw the men who had dealt with the bearded man turning toward Jasdeep.
“Wait!” she called out. “He was trying to save me,” she said, pointing toward Jasdeep.
The man near her looked slightly confused by her stance. “Are you sure?” he asked. He stepped closer and spoke. “We were told that you were in danger.”
Anjali didn’t hesitate. “No,” she said firmly. “He was trying to save me. Vikram was already dead, and I was stuck inside the car. He pulled me out.”
She raised her hand again, pointing directly at Jasdeep.
“He saved me.”

A few moments later, an ambulance arrived. It couldn’t reach the spot, so Anjali walked to it. Anjali didn’t need any kind of first aid, as she hadn’t had even a scratch on her body. Only she knew the mental trauma she had to endure after surviving the deadly accident.
Vikram’s body was soon carried out to the ambulance.

The area had settled into a controlled routine by then. One security officerman came and asked if she had faced any danger from the bearded man. They were suspicious because of his hostile reaction. Anjali thought that if he were caught by the security officer and taken for questioning, it would endanger Jasdeep as well. For some reason, she didn’t want that to happen. So she said she had no idea why the bearded man behaved like that, before adding that he was probably drunk.
Anjali answered all the questions without going into anything more than necessary. Her phone was retrieved from Vikram’s car and handed back to her. It had a lot of missed calls from Madhav.

She moved aside and dialled his number right away.
“Anjali…”
“Dad…” she began to speak, and her voice was uneven as a surge of emotion overwhelmed her. “We got into an accident… our car… Dad…” she paused for a moment to check that no one was hearing her before continuing. “He died on the spot, Dad.”
On the other end, there was silence.
Then Madhav spoke.
“Are you alright, dear?”
Anjali closed her eyes for a moment, taking in a slow, deep breath.
When she spoke again, her voice was quieter.
“I’m… at peace.”

Based on her statement, the security officer allowed Jasdeep and his companion to walk free. Jasdeep didn’t say anything to her. He just looked at her for a second, held her gaze, and gave a small nod before turning and walking away.

The truck that had hit Vikram’s car was still at the site, at the side of the road. Its front side had a huge dent. The driver had apparently sustained minor injuries. Both the driver and his staff had surrendered and told the security officer that the car had come onto the main road suddenly from a side road, without warning.
The men who had come with the security officer spoke to the officers, telling them they would take Anjali to the hospital.
They guided her to their jeep and helped her sit in the front row.
Once the vehicle started moving, Anjali asked them to take her to Madhav.

Madhav was waiting for her.
The moment Anjali saw him, she rushed toward him and collapsed into his arms.
She held onto him tightly and broke down.
This time, she didn’t try to control it. The tears came freely, her body shaking as everything she had held back until then poured out at once.
Madhav didn’t interrupt her. He didn’t try to calm her down or stop her from crying. He just stood there, holding her, letting her release it all, as if he knew she needed this more than anything else.
A few minutes later, as her sobs settled, he sat with her in the hall. Anjali wiped her face.
“Do you remember the two men killed in the accident last week? The brother of one of them - his name is Jasdeep - he orchestrated this one. It was revenge for the murder of his brother. I don’t know how they knew about it, but I guess they are also some sort of bad guys. They had been tracking Vikram, and today they executed their plan,” she said, and looked into Madhav’s eyes. “But I didn’t tell the security officer. It should stay like an accident.”
Madhav looked at her for a moment longer, then nodded slightly.
“You did the right thing,” he said.
Anjali didn’t say anything more.
She didn’t mention what had happened after that. Not the way the bearded man had behaved. Not the fear, the struggle, or the moments she had felt completely trapped.
Anjali leaned onto him and rested her head on his shoulder for a few minutes. Everything was soon becoming a memory, and her mind was becoming calmer.

She later asked quietly, “How did you know I was in danger?”
Madhav took a breath before answering.
“You told me someone was following you,” he said. “After that call… nothing felt right. So I arranged for a team to go out and look for you. I also pulled some strings to track your mobile phone location. When they gave me the location, I shared it with my team. They had crossed the accident spot by then, but they came back to find you. By the time they reached the area, the security officer were already there. Someone had reported the accident after seeing the damaged truck. They weren’t planning to escape. It’s a well-crafted plan, I guess.”
Anjali looked at him and gave a faint nod.
“Thank you,” she said quietly. “For being… so alert.”
Madhav put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her a little closer.
After a moment, he asked, almost casually, “How was the river rafting… with Vikram?”

Anjali’s mind drifted for a second.
She saw the water again. The stillness of that pond. Then the rock, and the memory of her being pushed against it, and Vikram’s assault on her. She remembered the pain.
Then suddenly her memory shifted. She saw Vikram lying on the ground. Dead.
When she looked back at Madhav, there was a small, calm smile on her face.

“I’m glad I went with him,” she said.
Madhav just looked on.
“It ended well,” she continued, her voice steady now. “Justice… for Vinayak. For us.”
Madhav’s arm tightened around her slightly, pulling her further close.
“Yes,” he said quietly. “That’s all I needed to hear.”
Anjali turned toward him.
For a moment, she just looked at him. Then she leaned in and kissed him - slowly, gently - on his lips.
When she pulled back, she didn’t move away. Instead, she kissed him again, longer.
He didn’t stop her.
Neither of them spoke.
The silence between them wasn’t empty anymore. It carried everything they had just come through - and everything they had chosen to leave behind.

The next morning, they went to the hospital to receive Vikram’s body after the postmortem.
Vikram’s father, Shyamal Das, and Anjali’s father, Manohar, were also present at the hospital. They came to lend their emotional support to Anjali. She just stood there, pretending to still be in shock. At one moment, she looked at Madhav’s face and winked at him secretly. A faint smile appeared on his lips.
The security officer had registered it as an unnatural death, treating it as a road accident. Anjali was approached for a statement. She gave a brief account of how the car rejoined the main road and how the collision happened. She kept it simple. The officer noted it without pressing further.
The driver and his staff, who had surrendered, told the security officer that the car had come onto the main road suddenly from a side road, without warning. Anjali chose to support that account. It was the truth. Vikram hadn’t worn a seatbelt, and that had cost him his life.

After a while, she noticed Jasdeep at the far end of the corridor. Thankfully, the bearded man was nowhere around.
Jasdeep walked up to her and stopped in front of her.
“I came to meet you,” he said. Anjali looked at him, calm. “They’ve written this as an accident. That’s how it will stay now.”
Anjali didn’t say anything. She looked on, without even blinking.
“Thank you,” Jasdeep said.
Anjali nodded.
Jasdeep nodded back at her. “Take care, Anjali.”
He said it and walked away.
Anjali stood still for a moment, then went back to Madhav.
Anjali didn’t attend Vikram’s funeral. She was done with pretending.

On their way back home, Madhav told Anjali that he had been the one who pulled the strings to make Vikram’s business deal fail.
“Oh,” Anjali looked at him in surprise. “I’m glad you didn’t let him die a happy man.”
“What about you?”
Anjali looked at Madhav, then said quietly, “I had told Vikram about us.”
“He already knew that, didn’t he?”
“He knew about the first incident. I told him that we had made it a habit.”
“Oh,” Madhav smiled at her. “What did he say?”
“I told him everything,” she continued. “Even about the Friday night.”
Madhav’s expression tightened slightly. “And?”
Anjali took a breath. “He was furious.”
She paused, her eyes lowering for a moment.
“And he was… brutal.”
Madhav stopped the car and kept his eyes on her. But he didn’t ask anything further. He pulled her closer, his arm firm around her.
“It’s over now,” he said softly. “You don’t have to go through any of that again.”
Anjali leaned into him, letting the words settle.
Madhav started the car again.

Later that night, after dinner, Anjali walked into Madhav’s bedroom.
“Do you mind if I move in here?” she asked.
Madhav looked at her, amused.
“What happened?”
“I don’t want to go back and forth anymore. That time is over.”
She stepped closer and stood in front of him.
“I belong to you, Madhav,” she said, placing her hands on his shoulders.
There was no hesitation in her tone.
“I’ve spoken to Vinayak… in my own way,” she added quietly. “I’ve let go. And I’ve chosen you. I hope he’s at peace with it, and I hope his mother is happy for you.”
Madhav looked up to meet her eyes and said, “I’ve stopped questioning myself, Anjali. And I’m not going to let anyone question us anymore.”
Anjali smiled.
Then she bent forward to kiss him - slow, unhurried, feeling each other’s breath. Anjali’s arms surrounded his neck, and she slowly sat on his lap. Madhav’s arms circled her, welcoming her.
“Madhav…” Anjali gasped after a few seconds. “I will never call you Dad again.”
Madhav looked deep into her eyes. And he smiled. Then he pulled her close to kiss her again. This time, it wasn’t a soft one.
They had moved on. Moved on from the pain, loss, and the fate the world had given them.
After everything they had been through, the chaos had settled.
After the ashes, they had found something alive.
In themselves.

Two weeks later, on a quiet coastal cliff somewhere in southern Europe, a black car pulled up in front of a white villa with arched windows and a terracotta roof. Madhav stepped out of the car from the rear seat. He was wearing a suit. Anjali, in a soft beige dress, followed him.
A man stood waiting by the gate, holding a file and a set of keys.
“Mr and Mrs…?” he asked, glancing down at the file.
Madhav glanced around the whole place and at the sky above the sea, before turning to extend his hand to the man. “I’m Madhav.”
Anjali stood beside him, and she smiled gently. “I am Anjali Madhav.”
The man returned the smile, handed them the keys, and stepped away.
They stood there for a moment, side by side, looking ahead at the vast blue horizon.
It wasn’t a perfect world.
But it was theirs.
A fresh start, after the ashes.

THE END

[chellaporukki]

Excellent finish

[Ajay Kailash]

Very nice climax, but why did she marry him and how long she can live with the old man more than double of her age.

[xavierrxx]

The story ended like a flop Bollywood movie climax of revenge story.

[sherlock096]

What an absolutely breathtaking conclusion to Anjali's journey! The way you crafted this final chapter was nothing short of masterful, Krish. The tension between the muscular and bearded men, Anjali's psychological trauma, and the dramatic rescue by her father-in-law's people created a perfect storm of emotions that had me completely captivated.

The transformation of Anjali from a grieving widow to a woman who executes her own justice against her husband's killer was powerful and beautifully written. Your decision to have her ultimately marry her father-in-law was unexpected yet somehow perfectly fitting, demonstrating your ability to challenge conventional storytelling norms while maintaining emotional authenticity.

The way you balanced the intense action sequences with subtle emotional moments showcased your exceptional writing skills. The dialogue was sharp, the pacing impeccable, and the resolution deeply satisfying. Every scene felt purposeful and contributed to the overall narrative arc you've so carefully constructed throughout this story.

Your literary prowess continues to leave me utterly spellbound, Krish. With each narrative you craft, my admiration for your work only deepens—a sentiment I find compelled to express repeatedly and will undoubtedly continue to do so indefinitely. The sheer artistry with which you wield your pen is nothing short of extraordinary. Your ability to capture the most nuanced emotions, to paint vivid expressions with your words, and to weave feelings into the very fabric of your storytelling is a testament to a rare and profound talent. The subtleties you embed within your prose, the delicate balance of heart and craft you maintain, create a reading experience that transcends the ordinary and enters the realm of the sublime. Your writing is not merely consumed; it is felt, internalized, and cherished long after the final word has been read.

Now, regarding your future literary endeavors, we understand your previous announcement that the fourth installment of the KMWKMW saga won't materialize for at least a year, given the substantial creative energy and meticulous craftsmanship required for such a monumental work. However, I implore you not to leave your devoted readers bereft of your literary genius during this interim. The exquisite narrative we've just experienced demonstrates your unparalleled ability to craft compelling shorter fiction with the same depth and emotional resonance as your longer works. We would be eternally grateful if you would continue to grace us with these masterful standalone stories while you marshal your creative forces for the next KMWKMW installment. We eagerly await your next story announcement, whatever form it may take, knowing that whatever flows from your pen will be nothing short of literary magic.

Warm regards,

Sherlock.

[Yesudoss]

Anjali already taken 3 cocks. She will be ready to welcome more in case something happens to this old bastard.

[sherlock096]

Dear Krish, where have you disappeared to? 

Your absence has left such a void. I genuinely miss your updates and, above all, your extraordinary writing. Now that this masterpiece has come to an end, I find myself eagerly waiting for the announcement of your next story. Please do tell us when you plan to return, because I am quite literally starving for your words. Your writing has an irreplaceable magic to it. ✨