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Chapter 2: Unspoken Intentions
“Get dressed and come out,” Babu said, his voice steady but laced with an authority that left no room for argument.
Aruna’s face burned with shame as she stammered, “Babu... I-I can explain—”
“Now,” Babu interrupted, his tone low and firm. Without waiting for a response, he turned and closed the door behind him.
In the living room, Purushotham stood waiting, his posture tense but composed, as though calculating his next move. Babu walked in, his steps purposeful. He stopped a few feet away and fixed Purushotham with a stare so intense that it seemed to strip away any pretense.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Babu’s voice broke the silence, sharp and laden with barely controlled rage.
Purushotham didn’t flinch but raised a placating hand. “Look, Babu—”
“Don’t you dare,” Babu snapped, his fists clenching at his sides. “You think I don’t know what’s happening? You think you can walk in here and—”
“Calm down,” Purushotham interrupted, his voice calm but firm, almost patronizing. “Let’s not make this bigger than it needs to be.”
“Bigger?” Babu’s voice rose, his restraint cracking. “You’re in my house, with my—” He cut himself off, glancing toward the closed bedroom door. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
“Look,” Purushotham said evenly, his hands outstretched in mock surrender. “I didn’t plan for this to happen. It just... happened.”
Babu took a step closer, his chest heaving. “That’s your excuse? That it ‘just happened’? You seduced her, didn’t you?”
Purushotham’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it outright. Instead, he said, “She’s not as innocent as you think, Babu. And before you go pointing fingers, maybe you should hear my side.”
The words hit like a slap, and Babu’s anger flickered into confusion for a brief moment. His chest rose and fell as he struggled to rein in his emotions. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Purushotham broke the silence.
“Babu,” Purushotham said, his voice measured, calm, almost condescending. “We’re two consenting adults. What happened is... natural.”
Babu’s eyes widened, his fists trembling at his sides. “Natural?” he spat, his voice rising. “You’re calling this natural? Sneaking into this house and doing—” His words choked in his throat, unable to articulate the betrayal he felt. “She’s—she’s family, Purushotham! She’s my—”
“Your sister,” Purushotham interjected smoothly, cutting him off. “Not your child. Not your responsibility, Babu. She’s a grown woman who can make her own choices.”
Babu’s hands curled into tight fists, his knuckles white. “And you? What about you? You’ve been a family friend for years. You know what she’s been through, what we’ve all been through. You’re supposed to—” His voice broke, his anger momentarily eclipsed by the ache of betrayal. “You’re supposed to protect her, not take advantage of her!”
Purushotham tilted his head, his calm demeanor unshaken. “Protect her?” he repeated, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “She doesn’t need protecting, Babu. She’s stronger than you give her credit for. She knew what she wanted, and I... well, I didn’t say no.”
Babu took a step forward, his body trembling with barely suppressed rage. “So, that’s it? That’s all it was to you? Something convenient? Something... casual?”
Purushotham didn’t flinch. “I’m not the villain you’re trying to make me out to be, Babu. I didn’t force her. I didn’t manipulate her. It was mutual. And if you can’t handle that, maybe that’s your problem.”
Babu stared at him, the weight of his words sinking in, twisting the knife deeper. For a moment, the room fell silent, save for the sound of Babu’s ragged breathing.
Babu’s hands trembled with rage as he stormed toward the bedroom, leaving Purushotham behind. He banged on the door, his voice barely holding back the fury within.
“Aruna! Open the door!”
There was a pause, and then the door slowly creaked open. Aruna stood there, her saree hastily dbangd over her, her face pale and filled with something that looked like shame—or was it fear?
Babu’s voice dropped, trembling. “Tell me what’s going on. Right now.”
Aruna looked down, her fingers nervously clutching the edge of her saree. “Babu... please don’t yell,” she said, her voice soft, almost pleading. “I... I didn’t want you to find out this way.”
“Didn’t want me to find out?” Babu snapped, his anger barely contained. “You’re standing here, and he’s out there acting like nothing happened! What in God’s name is this, Aruna?”
Aruna took a shaky breath, her eyes filling with tears. She sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for him to do the same. Babu hesitated, his anger warring with his confusion, before reluctantly sitting down, his gaze never leaving her.
“Babu...” she began, her voice trembling. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I... I’ve been feeling so alone. Ever since your father passed, I’ve been... lost. And Purushotham, he’s always been there. He’s always shown so much concern for me.”
“Concern?” Babu asked, incredulous. “This is what you call concern? Aruna, I trusted you. I trusted him.”
Aruna looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears. “You don’t understand, Babu. He... he made me feel seen. He would come over and talk to me, ask about my well-being, tell me I deserved better... that I was beautiful.” Her voice broke on the last word.
Babu clenched his fists, his anger momentarily tempered by confusion. “So, what? You fell for him? Just like that?”
Aruna nodded slowly, her face a picture of helplessness. “I didn’t mean to, Babu. But... the way he looked at me, the way he made me feel... it was like he understood me in a way no one else does. And tonight...” She hesitated, her voice faltering. “It just happened. I didn’t plan for it. I swear.”
Babu stared at her, his mind spinning. “And you didn’t think about how this would affect me? How this would affect us?”
“I did, Babu,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I thought about you. I thought about everything. But I... I thought he cared. I thought it meant something.”
Babu’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. “And?” he asked, his voice cold, almost detached.
Aruna hesitated, then looked up at him with teary eyes, her voice trembling but resolute. “Everything will be alright, Babu,” she said softly. “Once Purushotham and I get married... things will fall into place.”
Babu blinked, taken aback. “Married?” he said, his voice rising. “Do you even hear yourself? He called this... this mess casual! He doesn’t care about marriage.”
Aruna shook her head, her expression earnest, her tone soothing. “Babu, listen to me,” she said. “Purushotham is just afraid of commitment right now. Or... maybe he’s having second thoughts because I’m ten years older than him. That’s understandable, isn’t it?”
Babu stared at her, incredulous. “Understandable? You’re excusing this? He doesn’t respect you, Aruna. He doesn’t respect us.”
She reached out, her voice calm, almost pleading. “Babu, it’s not like that. Purushotham values your friendship. I know he does. He might be hesitant now, but that’s just temporary. If you talk to him, if you slowly persuade him, I’m sure he’ll come around. He just needs time.”
Babu took a step back, his mind spinning. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You want me to convince him?” he asked, his voice a mixture of disbelief and anger. “After what he did? After what you both did?”
Aruna looked down, her expression quiet and composed despite her tears. “I know it’s a lot to ask, Babu,” she said softly. “But you’re the only one who can help us make this right. Please... for me, for our family.”
Babu’s shoulders sagged, the weight of the situation crushing him. He didn’t know what to say, so he turned and walked away, leaving Aruna sitting on the bed, her face unreadable in the dim light.
As Babu stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him, Aruna sat in silence for a moment. The faint echo of his footsteps faded down the hallway, leaving the house eerily quiet. Slowly, a grin spread across her face, subtle at first, then growing wider.
This wasn’t the exact outcome she had envisioned, but it was better. Much better.
Her initial plan was simple: draw Purushotham closer, using the power of seduction to make him feel indispensable to her, and in turn, secure her position. She had been confident that by exploiting his desires and her own vulnerability, she could bind him to her, ensuring he wouldn’t stray too far from her grasp. But this? This unintended twist had the potential to work even more in her favor.
If Babu could be made to fight for her cause—to advocate for her relationship with Purushotham—it would drive a wedge between Purushotham and the family, isolating him from Babu’s trust. She’d seen how much Purushotham valued his bond with Babu, but if that bond started to fracture? He would either crumble under the guilt and give in to her demands or distance himself entirely, making her the aggrieved party in Babu’s eyes.
Either outcome played into her hands.
As Aruna listened to the muffled sound of Babu’s raised voice in the living room, a slow, satisfied smile crept across her face. She had planted the perfect seed—one that would grow and bear fruit in ways that would serve her plans. Now, all she needed was patience. The pieces were falling into place.
Her thoughts drifted back over the events of the night, each moment playing like a carefully staged act. It had started earlier that day with Babu’s frantic phone call, pleading with Purushotham to stay at the quarters until he arrived. Aruna had felt a mix of annoyance and intrigue at the arrangement. At first, she saw it as another example of Babu’s blind sense of duty to her, but then, as the hours passed, she realized the opportunity it presented.
Purushotham was with her all day, lounging casually and chatting with her, as he often did. Over time, their conversation shifted to more personal matters. She had expertly steered the dialogue toward her unmarried status, feigning vulnerability in her tone. “People don’t understand. Saying yes to just anyone is not so easy. There’s so much to consider—age, expectations, compatibility, attraction....and trust. Who can I trust to truly value me for who I am?”
Purushotham leaned back on the couch, his eyes momentarily scanning her as if to reassess his words. “Attraction?” He repeated, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. “You’re absolutely right. It’s crucial. And you, Aruna...” He paused, watching her closely as if savoring the moment. “You are very beautiful. You don’t look a day over 30, even though you’re 40. I’m sure it’s difficult for you to find someone who you think is truly attractive enough to meet your standards.”
That was the opening for Aruna. It was exactly the kind of compliment she wanted to hear, but she let her expression remain neutral, not allowing herself to appear too pleased by his praise. Instead, she lowered her gaze and let out a soft, almost wistful sigh.
“You think so?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she were contemplating his words. “I don’t know, Purushotham. Sometimes I feel like I’ve waited too long. I see younger women getting married, settling down, and I wonder if there’s still time for someone like me.”
Purushotham sat up straighter, his gaze softening. “Aruna, I don’t think age matters when it comes to love. You’ve got everything someone could want—beauty, intelligence, grace. You just need to find the right person who can appreciate all that.”
She smiled faintly, looking at him through her lashes. “And what about you, Purushotham? Do you think you could appreciate all of that?”
The air between them thickened, and she knew she had him hooked. He was young, yes, but he was also very manly. The kind of man who could handle a woman.
Purushotham chuckled, shaking his head. “What I think doesn’t matter, Aruna. It’s what we do that counts.” But Aruna was already a step ahead. She leaned in closer, her voice a soft whisper. “But if what you think can make a difference, wouldn’t that be something worth considering?”
Purushotham looked into her eyes and said. “What are you getting at?”
She placed her hand gently on his, her touch feather-light, sending a shiver up his arm. “I’m just saying... if you truly believe I’m as wonderful as you say, then maybe it’s worth taking a chance.
Purushotham’s gaze lingered on her, his expression unreadable. She knew she had him. With a slow, deliberate movement, Aruna stood up, the fabric of her georgette saree whispering against her skin as she walked towards her bedroom. Her hips swayed seductively, the material clinging to her curves like a second skin, revealing just enough to leave his imagination racing. She knew the effect she was having on him, and she reveled in it.
As she approached her bedroom, her voluptuous form seemed to sway in a hypnotic dance, each step accentuating the luscious curves of her hips and the generous swell of her bosom. The delicate fabric of her translucent blouse clung to her like a second skin, revealing the tantalizing outline of her full breasts, their heavy weight straining against the flimsy material. The deep valley between them beckoned, hinting at the rosy areolae and the tightened peaks that awaited his touch. Her waist cinched in dramatically before flaring out again into the roundness of her hips, which were wrapped in the sheer petticoat that barely contained the perfection of her thighs and the softness of her ass. The petticoat itself was a tease, fluttering with each step and offering glimpses of the dark, inviting crevice that lay beneath. Aruna’s beauty was a feast for his eyes, a banquet of sensuality that he could not ignore.
As she reached the entrance to her room, she felt his presence close behind her. Without turning, she paused, her heart racing. Then, strong arms encircled her waist, and she gasped as Purushotham pulled her into a tight embrace from behind. His 6’1” frame was a perfect fit for her 5’8” curvy figure, his broad chest pressing against her back, making her feel small, yet protected. His breath was warm against her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
“Aruna,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her very bones.
She leaned back into him, feeling his firmness and the heat radiating from his body. “Yes, Purushotham?” she replied coyly, her voice a soft purr.
He spun her around, his eyes dark with desire, and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss that seemed to burn away every doubt and hesitation she had felt. Her body melted into his, the curves of her 36-30-38 silhouette fitting perfectly into the contours of his muscular embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape, her breasts pressing into his chest.
Their kiss grew more intense, and Aruna felt an un-familiar heat pooling in her stomach. She played a game with Purushotham, without understanding the consequences.
As they broke apart, panting, Aruna looked up at him with a mix of surprise and feigned innocence. “What are we doing?” she whispered, placing a hand to her flushed cheek. “This isn’t right, Purushotham. I didn’t mean it when I said it’s worth taking a chance. We shouldn’t have—”
But Purushotham’s boldness didn’t waver. He silenced her protests with another kiss, deeper and more demanding than the first. His hands found their way to the edge of her blouse, his touch burning through the fabric as he traced the outline of her breasts. Aruna’s body responded despite herself, her hands clutching his shoulders for balance. She knew she should push him away, but something within her craved this forbidden connection.
Purushotham’s kiss grew more urgent, his hands slipping down her blouse down. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, sending sparks of pleasure through her. Aruna’s protests grew weaker, turning into whimpers of desire. Without breaking the kiss, Purushotham began to unravel the intricate knot of her six-yard saree. As the garment fell to the floor, Aruna stepped out of it, her legs slightly unsteady. She wore only her petticoat and blouse now, and he could see the outline of her shapely legs, the shadow of her belly button, and the swell of her waist. His eyes devoured her, his hunger growing.
Purushotham’s kisses trailed down her throat to her navel, his hands cupping her full, rounded stomach. He kissed her belly gently, his tongue swirling around her navel, sending a rush of pleasure to her core. Aruna’s protests turned into gasps of pleasure, her hands moving from his shoulders to tangle in his hair.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, she gave in fully. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, her own kisses growing more passionate and insistent. His hands continued to explore her body, pushing the petticoat aside to reveal the soft flesh of her thighs. Purushotham lifted her effortlessly, his strong arms cradling her as he gently guided her to the bed. She felt the softness of the mattress give way beneath them as he laid her down, his body hovering over hers. Aruna’s heart raced as she looked up into his eyes, dark with lust and something else—something deeper and more complex that she couldn’t quite name.
He kissed her again, his lips moving from hers to her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. His thumbs hooked into her blouse, and with one swift motion, he pulled it open to expose her lacy bra. He took a moment to admire the sight of her, the soft mounds of her breasts pressing against the delicate fabric. Then, with a groan of desire, he leaned down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, suckling it gently at first before increasing the pressure.
Aruna arched her back, her breasts thrusting upward into his hungry mouth. She moaned, her hands roving over his bare back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her touch. Purushotham’s mouth moved from one breast to the other, his teeth grazing the sensitive peaks before switching his attention to her navel again.
Her hands reached down to his waist, and she felt the heat of his erection against her thigh. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of him inside her. She had never felt more alive, more wanted than she did at that moment. As if reading her thoughts, Purushotham began to kiss her again, moving down her stomach to the waistband of her petticoat. With one swift tug, he pulled it down, exposing her nakedness to him. He took a moment to drink in the sight of her, his eyes lingering on the dark triangle between her legs. Purushotham’s fingers found their way to her clit, and he began to rub it in tight circles, his thumb occasionally slipping lower to tease the sensitive flesh around her entrance. Aruna’s eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing more feral with every pass. Her body tensed, and she knew she was close, so close to shattering in his arms.
The air grew thick with anticipation as he slid off her petticoat, his erection now standing proudly between them. Aruna felt a thrill of fear mixed with excitement. She had never been with a man so young, so virile.
Purushotham took a moment to appreciate her beauty, his eyes traveling the length of her body before settling on the glistening wetness between her thighs. He leaned in and kissed her there, his tongue exploring her folds with the same passion and hunger as his mouth had her breasts. Aruna’s hips bucked, her legs spreading wider to give him better access.
Continued......
“Get dressed and come out,” Babu said, his voice steady but laced with an authority that left no room for argument.
Aruna’s face burned with shame as she stammered, “Babu... I-I can explain—”
“Now,” Babu interrupted, his tone low and firm. Without waiting for a response, he turned and closed the door behind him.
In the living room, Purushotham stood waiting, his posture tense but composed, as though calculating his next move. Babu walked in, his steps purposeful. He stopped a few feet away and fixed Purushotham with a stare so intense that it seemed to strip away any pretense.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Babu’s voice broke the silence, sharp and laden with barely controlled rage.
Purushotham didn’t flinch but raised a placating hand. “Look, Babu—”
“Don’t you dare,” Babu snapped, his fists clenching at his sides. “You think I don’t know what’s happening? You think you can walk in here and—”
“Calm down,” Purushotham interrupted, his voice calm but firm, almost patronizing. “Let’s not make this bigger than it needs to be.”
“Bigger?” Babu’s voice rose, his restraint cracking. “You’re in my house, with my—” He cut himself off, glancing toward the closed bedroom door. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
“Look,” Purushotham said evenly, his hands outstretched in mock surrender. “I didn’t plan for this to happen. It just... happened.”
Babu took a step closer, his chest heaving. “That’s your excuse? That it ‘just happened’? You seduced her, didn’t you?”
Purushotham’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it outright. Instead, he said, “She’s not as innocent as you think, Babu. And before you go pointing fingers, maybe you should hear my side.”
The words hit like a slap, and Babu’s anger flickered into confusion for a brief moment. His chest rose and fell as he struggled to rein in his emotions. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Purushotham broke the silence.
“Babu,” Purushotham said, his voice measured, calm, almost condescending. “We’re two consenting adults. What happened is... natural.”
Babu’s eyes widened, his fists trembling at his sides. “Natural?” he spat, his voice rising. “You’re calling this natural? Sneaking into this house and doing—” His words choked in his throat, unable to articulate the betrayal he felt. “She’s—she’s family, Purushotham! She’s my—”
“Your sister,” Purushotham interjected smoothly, cutting him off. “Not your child. Not your responsibility, Babu. She’s a grown woman who can make her own choices.”
Babu’s hands curled into tight fists, his knuckles white. “And you? What about you? You’ve been a family friend for years. You know what she’s been through, what we’ve all been through. You’re supposed to—” His voice broke, his anger momentarily eclipsed by the ache of betrayal. “You’re supposed to protect her, not take advantage of her!”
Purushotham tilted his head, his calm demeanor unshaken. “Protect her?” he repeated, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “She doesn’t need protecting, Babu. She’s stronger than you give her credit for. She knew what she wanted, and I... well, I didn’t say no.”
Babu took a step forward, his body trembling with barely suppressed rage. “So, that’s it? That’s all it was to you? Something convenient? Something... casual?”
Purushotham didn’t flinch. “I’m not the villain you’re trying to make me out to be, Babu. I didn’t force her. I didn’t manipulate her. It was mutual. And if you can’t handle that, maybe that’s your problem.”
Babu stared at him, the weight of his words sinking in, twisting the knife deeper. For a moment, the room fell silent, save for the sound of Babu’s ragged breathing.
Babu’s hands trembled with rage as he stormed toward the bedroom, leaving Purushotham behind. He banged on the door, his voice barely holding back the fury within.
“Aruna! Open the door!”
There was a pause, and then the door slowly creaked open. Aruna stood there, her saree hastily dbangd over her, her face pale and filled with something that looked like shame—or was it fear?
Babu’s voice dropped, trembling. “Tell me what’s going on. Right now.”
Aruna looked down, her fingers nervously clutching the edge of her saree. “Babu... please don’t yell,” she said, her voice soft, almost pleading. “I... I didn’t want you to find out this way.”
“Didn’t want me to find out?” Babu snapped, his anger barely contained. “You’re standing here, and he’s out there acting like nothing happened! What in God’s name is this, Aruna?”
Aruna took a shaky breath, her eyes filling with tears. She sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for him to do the same. Babu hesitated, his anger warring with his confusion, before reluctantly sitting down, his gaze never leaving her.
“Babu...” she began, her voice trembling. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I... I’ve been feeling so alone. Ever since your father passed, I’ve been... lost. And Purushotham, he’s always been there. He’s always shown so much concern for me.”
“Concern?” Babu asked, incredulous. “This is what you call concern? Aruna, I trusted you. I trusted him.”
Aruna looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears. “You don’t understand, Babu. He... he made me feel seen. He would come over and talk to me, ask about my well-being, tell me I deserved better... that I was beautiful.” Her voice broke on the last word.
Babu clenched his fists, his anger momentarily tempered by confusion. “So, what? You fell for him? Just like that?”
Aruna nodded slowly, her face a picture of helplessness. “I didn’t mean to, Babu. But... the way he looked at me, the way he made me feel... it was like he understood me in a way no one else does. And tonight...” She hesitated, her voice faltering. “It just happened. I didn’t plan for it. I swear.”
Babu stared at her, his mind spinning. “And you didn’t think about how this would affect me? How this would affect us?”
“I did, Babu,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I thought about you. I thought about everything. But I... I thought he cared. I thought it meant something.”
Babu’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. “And?” he asked, his voice cold, almost detached.
Aruna hesitated, then looked up at him with teary eyes, her voice trembling but resolute. “Everything will be alright, Babu,” she said softly. “Once Purushotham and I get married... things will fall into place.”
Babu blinked, taken aback. “Married?” he said, his voice rising. “Do you even hear yourself? He called this... this mess casual! He doesn’t care about marriage.”
Aruna shook her head, her expression earnest, her tone soothing. “Babu, listen to me,” she said. “Purushotham is just afraid of commitment right now. Or... maybe he’s having second thoughts because I’m ten years older than him. That’s understandable, isn’t it?”
Babu stared at her, incredulous. “Understandable? You’re excusing this? He doesn’t respect you, Aruna. He doesn’t respect us.”
She reached out, her voice calm, almost pleading. “Babu, it’s not like that. Purushotham values your friendship. I know he does. He might be hesitant now, but that’s just temporary. If you talk to him, if you slowly persuade him, I’m sure he’ll come around. He just needs time.”
Babu took a step back, his mind spinning. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You want me to convince him?” he asked, his voice a mixture of disbelief and anger. “After what he did? After what you both did?”
Aruna looked down, her expression quiet and composed despite her tears. “I know it’s a lot to ask, Babu,” she said softly. “But you’re the only one who can help us make this right. Please... for me, for our family.”
Babu’s shoulders sagged, the weight of the situation crushing him. He didn’t know what to say, so he turned and walked away, leaving Aruna sitting on the bed, her face unreadable in the dim light.
As Babu stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him, Aruna sat in silence for a moment. The faint echo of his footsteps faded down the hallway, leaving the house eerily quiet. Slowly, a grin spread across her face, subtle at first, then growing wider.
This wasn’t the exact outcome she had envisioned, but it was better. Much better.
Her initial plan was simple: draw Purushotham closer, using the power of seduction to make him feel indispensable to her, and in turn, secure her position. She had been confident that by exploiting his desires and her own vulnerability, she could bind him to her, ensuring he wouldn’t stray too far from her grasp. But this? This unintended twist had the potential to work even more in her favor.
If Babu could be made to fight for her cause—to advocate for her relationship with Purushotham—it would drive a wedge between Purushotham and the family, isolating him from Babu’s trust. She’d seen how much Purushotham valued his bond with Babu, but if that bond started to fracture? He would either crumble under the guilt and give in to her demands or distance himself entirely, making her the aggrieved party in Babu’s eyes.
Either outcome played into her hands.
As Aruna listened to the muffled sound of Babu’s raised voice in the living room, a slow, satisfied smile crept across her face. She had planted the perfect seed—one that would grow and bear fruit in ways that would serve her plans. Now, all she needed was patience. The pieces were falling into place.
Her thoughts drifted back over the events of the night, each moment playing like a carefully staged act. It had started earlier that day with Babu’s frantic phone call, pleading with Purushotham to stay at the quarters until he arrived. Aruna had felt a mix of annoyance and intrigue at the arrangement. At first, she saw it as another example of Babu’s blind sense of duty to her, but then, as the hours passed, she realized the opportunity it presented.
Purushotham was with her all day, lounging casually and chatting with her, as he often did. Over time, their conversation shifted to more personal matters. She had expertly steered the dialogue toward her unmarried status, feigning vulnerability in her tone. “People don’t understand. Saying yes to just anyone is not so easy. There’s so much to consider—age, expectations, compatibility, attraction....and trust. Who can I trust to truly value me for who I am?”
Purushotham leaned back on the couch, his eyes momentarily scanning her as if to reassess his words. “Attraction?” He repeated, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. “You’re absolutely right. It’s crucial. And you, Aruna...” He paused, watching her closely as if savoring the moment. “You are very beautiful. You don’t look a day over 30, even though you’re 40. I’m sure it’s difficult for you to find someone who you think is truly attractive enough to meet your standards.”
That was the opening for Aruna. It was exactly the kind of compliment she wanted to hear, but she let her expression remain neutral, not allowing herself to appear too pleased by his praise. Instead, she lowered her gaze and let out a soft, almost wistful sigh.
“You think so?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she were contemplating his words. “I don’t know, Purushotham. Sometimes I feel like I’ve waited too long. I see younger women getting married, settling down, and I wonder if there’s still time for someone like me.”
Purushotham sat up straighter, his gaze softening. “Aruna, I don’t think age matters when it comes to love. You’ve got everything someone could want—beauty, intelligence, grace. You just need to find the right person who can appreciate all that.”
She smiled faintly, looking at him through her lashes. “And what about you, Purushotham? Do you think you could appreciate all of that?”
The air between them thickened, and she knew she had him hooked. He was young, yes, but he was also very manly. The kind of man who could handle a woman.
Purushotham chuckled, shaking his head. “What I think doesn’t matter, Aruna. It’s what we do that counts.” But Aruna was already a step ahead. She leaned in closer, her voice a soft whisper. “But if what you think can make a difference, wouldn’t that be something worth considering?”
Purushotham looked into her eyes and said. “What are you getting at?”
She placed her hand gently on his, her touch feather-light, sending a shiver up his arm. “I’m just saying... if you truly believe I’m as wonderful as you say, then maybe it’s worth taking a chance.
Purushotham’s gaze lingered on her, his expression unreadable. She knew she had him. With a slow, deliberate movement, Aruna stood up, the fabric of her georgette saree whispering against her skin as she walked towards her bedroom. Her hips swayed seductively, the material clinging to her curves like a second skin, revealing just enough to leave his imagination racing. She knew the effect she was having on him, and she reveled in it.
As she approached her bedroom, her voluptuous form seemed to sway in a hypnotic dance, each step accentuating the luscious curves of her hips and the generous swell of her bosom. The delicate fabric of her translucent blouse clung to her like a second skin, revealing the tantalizing outline of her full breasts, their heavy weight straining against the flimsy material. The deep valley between them beckoned, hinting at the rosy areolae and the tightened peaks that awaited his touch. Her waist cinched in dramatically before flaring out again into the roundness of her hips, which were wrapped in the sheer petticoat that barely contained the perfection of her thighs and the softness of her ass. The petticoat itself was a tease, fluttering with each step and offering glimpses of the dark, inviting crevice that lay beneath. Aruna’s beauty was a feast for his eyes, a banquet of sensuality that he could not ignore.
As she reached the entrance to her room, she felt his presence close behind her. Without turning, she paused, her heart racing. Then, strong arms encircled her waist, and she gasped as Purushotham pulled her into a tight embrace from behind. His 6’1” frame was a perfect fit for her 5’8” curvy figure, his broad chest pressing against her back, making her feel small, yet protected. His breath was warm against her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
“Aruna,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her very bones.
She leaned back into him, feeling his firmness and the heat radiating from his body. “Yes, Purushotham?” she replied coyly, her voice a soft purr.
He spun her around, his eyes dark with desire, and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss that seemed to burn away every doubt and hesitation she had felt. Her body melted into his, the curves of her 36-30-38 silhouette fitting perfectly into the contours of his muscular embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape, her breasts pressing into his chest.
Their kiss grew more intense, and Aruna felt an un-familiar heat pooling in her stomach. She played a game with Purushotham, without understanding the consequences.
As they broke apart, panting, Aruna looked up at him with a mix of surprise and feigned innocence. “What are we doing?” she whispered, placing a hand to her flushed cheek. “This isn’t right, Purushotham. I didn’t mean it when I said it’s worth taking a chance. We shouldn’t have—”
But Purushotham’s boldness didn’t waver. He silenced her protests with another kiss, deeper and more demanding than the first. His hands found their way to the edge of her blouse, his touch burning through the fabric as he traced the outline of her breasts. Aruna’s body responded despite herself, her hands clutching his shoulders for balance. She knew she should push him away, but something within her craved this forbidden connection.
Purushotham’s kiss grew more urgent, his hands slipping down her blouse down. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, sending sparks of pleasure through her. Aruna’s protests grew weaker, turning into whimpers of desire. Without breaking the kiss, Purushotham began to unravel the intricate knot of her six-yard saree. As the garment fell to the floor, Aruna stepped out of it, her legs slightly unsteady. She wore only her petticoat and blouse now, and he could see the outline of her shapely legs, the shadow of her belly button, and the swell of her waist. His eyes devoured her, his hunger growing.
Purushotham’s kisses trailed down her throat to her navel, his hands cupping her full, rounded stomach. He kissed her belly gently, his tongue swirling around her navel, sending a rush of pleasure to her core. Aruna’s protests turned into gasps of pleasure, her hands moving from his shoulders to tangle in his hair.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, she gave in fully. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, her own kisses growing more passionate and insistent. His hands continued to explore her body, pushing the petticoat aside to reveal the soft flesh of her thighs. Purushotham lifted her effortlessly, his strong arms cradling her as he gently guided her to the bed. She felt the softness of the mattress give way beneath them as he laid her down, his body hovering over hers. Aruna’s heart raced as she looked up into his eyes, dark with lust and something else—something deeper and more complex that she couldn’t quite name.
He kissed her again, his lips moving from hers to her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. His thumbs hooked into her blouse, and with one swift motion, he pulled it open to expose her lacy bra. He took a moment to admire the sight of her, the soft mounds of her breasts pressing against the delicate fabric. Then, with a groan of desire, he leaned down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, suckling it gently at first before increasing the pressure.
Aruna arched her back, her breasts thrusting upward into his hungry mouth. She moaned, her hands roving over his bare back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her touch. Purushotham’s mouth moved from one breast to the other, his teeth grazing the sensitive peaks before switching his attention to her navel again.
Her hands reached down to his waist, and she felt the heat of his erection against her thigh. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of him inside her. She had never felt more alive, more wanted than she did at that moment. As if reading her thoughts, Purushotham began to kiss her again, moving down her stomach to the waistband of her petticoat. With one swift tug, he pulled it down, exposing her nakedness to him. He took a moment to drink in the sight of her, his eyes lingering on the dark triangle between her legs. Purushotham’s fingers found their way to her clit, and he began to rub it in tight circles, his thumb occasionally slipping lower to tease the sensitive flesh around her entrance. Aruna’s eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing more feral with every pass. Her body tensed, and she knew she was close, so close to shattering in his arms.
The air grew thick with anticipation as he slid off her petticoat, his erection now standing proudly between them. Aruna felt a thrill of fear mixed with excitement. She had never been with a man so young, so virile.
Purushotham took a moment to appreciate her beauty, his eyes traveling the length of her body before settling on the glistening wetness between her thighs. He leaned in and kissed her there, his tongue exploring her folds with the same passion and hunger as his mouth had her breasts. Aruna’s hips bucked, her legs spreading wider to give him better access.
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