Thriller The Story of Meera

[Priyanka98]

Aryan didn't last very long after that. He had lost control over himself, and all he wanted was to cum inside her. He closed his eyes and held on to Meera tightly as an orgasm hit him. It was the most intense orgasm he had in a long time. Meera could feel him explode inside her, his grip was so tight and passionate, she couldn't breathe for a while. She could hear his heavy breathing and felt his breath on her shoulder. And then she heard a name. He said, "Saloni..." and became very quiet. He collapsed onto her and lay motionless for a while with his eyes closed.
Then he rolled over to one side and lay on his back. His eyes were still closed and he was breathing quietly. Meera saw an expression on his face that she couldn't read. The name Saloni had upset her. So many questions started running in her mind. Aryan never mentioned that name before. He never talked about himself or the people in his life.
"Why am I feeling so upset?" she thought to herself, "He never committed to me. He never said he loves me. He was just being kind to me. But who is Saloni? Why did he never mention about her before? I am so upset...I feel something for him...I don't know...he could at least tell me...if there was someone else..."
Meera wiped a tear as she got a hold of her feelings.
After some time, Aryan opened his eyes. Meera was lying next to him, looking at him with a faint smile.
"Are you OK?" she asked, lovingly touching his cheek.
Aryan nodded and turned towards her. He gently pulled her into an embrace.
"I hope I didn't hurt you," Meera asked, kissing his cheek.
Aryan kissed her back in return. "I am fine," he said, hugging her tightly, "Thank you."
"Thank you for?" Meera asked.
"Making me feel good," he said.
"Let me make you feel even better by cooking you a nice meal," she said cheerfully pulling his cheek, "What will you have?"
"Anything Meera," he said, pulling her closer and kissing her lips.
Suddenly, they heard the doorbell.
"Were you expecting visitors?" Aryan asked Meera looking at the clock. It was 8 pm.
"I usually don't have visitors," Meera said, sounding suspicious, "Lemme check."
She put on a gown and walked towards the door. She viewed through the peephole and found a man standing in a postman's uniform. She opened the door cautiously.
"There's a letter for you," the man said, handing over an envelope to Meera.
"Isn't this a weird time to deliver mail?" she asked the man.
"I'm sorry ma'am," he said, "There was a lot of mail to deliver so it couldn't come earlier. And there's this urgent stamp on this letter, so couldn't wait until tomorrow."
Meera received the letter.