Thriller The Story of Meera

[Priyanka98]

"Yes," Aryan said, "They look fainter."
"I've been undergoing laser treatments for tattoo removal. Mithila introduced me to a good dermatologist," Meera said, "I've had two sessions so far, and they are already so much fainter! The doctor says in another 6-7 sessions they will be gone completely! The thought itself makes me so happy...I'm going to be truly free Aryan, then...no one will look at my body and think dirty things..."
Aryan noticed both joy and sorrow in Meera's eyes. He truly admired how she had managed to fight her way through such extreme circumstances. He swept her off her feet and put her down on the bed and pulled her closer. He cozied her up with a blanket. Meera rested her head on his arms and snuggled closer.
"I never had dirty thoughts about you, you know," he said, running his fingers through her hair, "When I look at you, all I can see is a fighter."
"You know Aryan," she said, "I have nothing to hide from you. You know everything about me, my weakness, my vulnerabilities, my scars, my shame...I'm all naked, bare before you. And yet you treat me with so much respect...that's why you are so special to me."
"I don't know everything about you Meera," Aryan said, kissing her forehead, "But whatever I do know, makes me truly admire you."
Meera smiled.
"Let me please you Meera..." Aryan said as he started kissing her neck. Meera threw her head backwards, arching her neck for him.
He nibbled her ear and licked her neck with such a skill that it almost surprised her. He showered kisses on her collar bones and moved lower towards her full breasts. He flicked his tongue on her right nipple and planted deep kisses all over her breasts. Meera was moaning in pleasure. Her tender fingers clasped the bedsheet as she arched her back in arousal. Aryan gently cupped her breasts with both his hands and gently squeezed them. Suddenly Meera squealed.
Aryan noticed that her body had small bumps at several places. He gently rubbed it with his thumb and found a nasty bruise under a layer of foundation.
He shot her a sharp look and asked, "What is this Meera?"
"It's just from a client I was with three days ago..." she said trying to brush it off with a smile, "It's nothing, really...just a little...occupational hazard..."
"You just said you hid nothing from me," Aryan said, sounding upset.
"Of course, Aryan," she said lovingly touching his cheek, "You know the kinda work I do, right?"
"But why did you feel the need to cover it up?" Aryan said.
"It's just not pretty," Meera said calmly, "I didn't want to turn you off."
Aryan didn't say anything. He just rolled over and lay down on his back next to her.
Meera snuggled up close to him and ran her hand over his chest gently and said, "All kind of wierdos come to me you know. There was this client, his girlfriend left him for another guy, and he was just angry. He had this weird demand that he wanted me to dress up in her clothes, and dress my hair the way she does, and he kept calling me by her name..." Meera said.