Family of Shaows

[sexonmind]

Chapter 10 part 3

Over the next few months, Aruna and Purushotham's relationship deepened. At work, they maintained a professional demeanor, impressing the team with their synergy and success in securing new clients. However, outside the office, their bond grew more intimate.

On weekends, Aruna and Purushotham's pent-up desire would unravel like a tightly coiled spring as they retreated to their fuck nest, eager to explore the vast playground of carnality they had unlocked together. Their bodies craved the intimate dance of passion, and they would often begin by teasing each other, her full, round breasts bouncing tantalizingly as she swayed in front of him, her dark nipples standing at attention, begging to be sucked and nibbled. Purushotham's cock would swell in his pants, straining against the fabric, a silent declaration of his need for her warm, welcoming embrace. She, with a wicked smile, would often start by her knees, her soft, plump lips wrapping around the head of his cock, her tongue flicking and teasing the slit before taking him deep into her throat, her cheeks hollowing out as she bobbed up and down. His hands would tangle in her long hair, guiding her rhythm as he groaned in pleasure.

They experimented with a variety of positions, each one more debauched than the last. Aruna's curvy figure and Purushotham's toned physique melded together in a symphony of flesh, their moans and gasps echoing through the apartment walls. They would try the classic missionary, with Aruna's legs spread wide, her pussy quivering in anticipation as he slid into her, filling her up completely. Her velvety walls would clench around him, urging him to move deeper, to claim her as his own. Then, there was the wild cowgirl, with Aruna straddling him, her generous ass bouncing as she rode him like a stallion, her clit grinding against his pelvic bone, sending jolts of electricity through both their bodies. The sight of her, her large breasts jiggling and her pussy lips spread wide, would drive Purushotham mad with lust.

They didn't just stick to traditional penetration either. Aruna had a particular fondness for oral sex, and would often find herself flat on her back, her legs thrown over Purushotham's broad shoulders as he feasted on her, his tongue delving into her wet folds, teasing her clit in just the right way to make her squirm and moan. Her pussy was a treasure trove of pleasure, and he took great delight in exploring every inch of it, savoring her sweetness.

But it was the doggy style that truly pushed their boundaries. With Aruna's plump ass in the air, Purushotham would enter her from behind, his cock sliding into her wet, welcoming depths with ease. The feeling of his balls slapping against her made her gasp and arch her back, pushing herself back onto him, urging him to fuck her harder, deeper. He'd oblige, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her, her pussy tightening around him with every stroke, until she shuddered with climax, her juices running down her thighs.

Their weekends were a blur of passion, a tapestry of erotic moments that wove together into a tale of unbridled lust and love. Yet, come Monday morning, they'd emerge from their love nest, slightly disheveled but ready to face the week ahead, their secret life a source of shared smiles and knowing glances across the office.

Purushotham had always enjoyed the physical connection they shared, but as the weeks turned into months, he found himself craving more of Aruna than just her body. He would watch her at work, her sharp intellect and fiery spirit leaving him in awe, and his attraction grew beyond the confines of their weekend trysts. He noticed the way she'd tuck her hair behind her ear when she was deep in thought, the way her eyes sparkled when she was passionate about a topic, and the way her lips pursed into a cute pout when she was slightly annoyed. It was as if each moment with her was a new chapter in a novel he couldn't put down, every detail about her fascinating him more and more. The way she smelled, a mix of her floral perfume and the faint scent of their lovemaking that seemed to linger on her skin, was intoxicating. Her laugh, a melodious symphony that made his heart race, was music to his ears. And her body, oh her body, had become his canvas, every curve and line a masterpiece that he longed to explore and worship with every touch and caress. Despite their agreement to keep their relationship strictly physical, Purushotham couldn't help but feel a tendril of emotion wrapping around his heart, threatening to blur the lines they had drawn. He knew he had to tread carefully, as he didn't want to risk losing the best thing that had ever happened to him. Yet, as he lay beside her one lazy Sunday afternoon, their limbs entangled in a post-coital haze, he felt his resolve wavering. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her velvety skin, and realized with a jolt that he was falling in love with her. The thought both thrilled and terrified him, but he couldn't ignore the undeniable truth that his heart now yearned for more than just the sultry embrace of her pussy. It craved her warmth, her affection, and the unspoken bond that only true lovers shared. The realization was a heady mix of excitement and dread, but as he felt her breathing even out, her body relaxing into sleep against his, he knew he would do anything to ensure she felt the same way.

One evening, as Aruna was jotting down figures in her notebook, Sunandha walked into the room with a steaming cup of tea. She placed it on the table and sat down casually across from her daughter, a curious smile on her face.

“You’ve been sending money to Babu, haven’t you?” Sunandha asked, her tone light but teasing.

Aruna glanced up with a knowing smile. “Of course, Amma. Why wouldn’t I?”

Sunandha shook her head, leaning back in her chair. “You’re pampering him too much. If this continues, he might not learn how to manage on his own.”

Aruna chuckled softly, setting her pen down. “He’s your son, Amma. Let him enjoy these years. Life gets serious soon enough.”

Sunandha raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so now you’re a philosopher?” She smiled and took a sip of her tea. “I’m just saying, don’t let him get too comfortable. Next thing you know, he’ll expect pocket money from you for life.”

Aruna laughed, shaking her head. “Don’t worry, Amma. I know where to draw the line. He’s just enjoying himself right now, like he should. He’ll find his path when it’s time.”

Sunandha sighed dramatically, though the warmth in her eyes gave her away. “You really have a soft spot for that boy, don’t you?”

Aruna grinned. “Always, Amma. He’s my little brother, after all.”

Sunandha leaned forward, patting Aruna’s hand affectionately. “Just don’t let him take advantage of that soft spot too much, hmm? You’re working hard for this money.”

Aruna nodded, her smile unwavering. “I know, Amma. But I’d rather see him happy and carefree for now. That’s enough for me.”

Sunandha sighed, playfully shaking her head. “What am I going to do with you?” She stood up, her demeanor light. “Finish up here before your tea gets cold.”

Aruna watched her mother leave with a fond smile, feeling grateful for the quiet understanding they shared.

In the office conference room, Aruna sat across from Purushotham, a determined gleam in her eyes. A set of documents lay spread out before them, detailing an upcoming tender for a large-scale project.

“Purushotham,” Aruna began confidently, tapping the papers with her manicured fingers, “I think we should bid for this project.”

Purushotham leaned back in his chair, his expression skeptical. “Aruna, we’ve never handled anything like this before. Our focus has always been mid-sized projects—this is a completely different ballgame.”

Aruna nodded, acknowledging his hesitation. “That may be true, but think about the potential. These projects come with high profit margins. If we want to expand and make our mark, we can’t keep playing it safe.”

He folded his arms, still uncertain. “But we don’t have the expertise in this field. You can’t just jump into something so complex without the right knowledge or experience.”

A small smile played on Aruna’s lips as she leaned forward, her voice steady. “All we need is a reliable partner—someone with the expertise we lack. We can collaborate, share resources, and learn along the way. It’s a calculated risk, but one worth taking.”

Purushotham raised an eyebrow. “And where exactly am I supposed to find this ‘reliable partner’ on such short notice?”

Aruna’s smile widened, her confidence unshaken. “Leave that to me,” she said, her tone self-assured. “I’ve already started making a few calls. Give me some time, and I’ll find the right people to work with. You just need to trust me on this.”

Purushotham studied her for a moment, noting the determination in her gaze. Finally, he nodded. “Alright, Aruna. Let’s see what you come up with. But remember, this is a big step for us. If we go for it, there’s no turning back.”

Aruna’s smile turned triumphant. “Trust me, Purushotham. This could be the beginning of something great.”

Aruna dialed Venu’s number, the excitement evident in her tone as he answered.

“Venu, I need you to come to Hyderabad and meet Purushotham,” she said without preamble.

“What’s going on?” Venu asked, curiosity piqued.

“It’s about a new project. I think there’s a good opportunity for both of you to work together. Trust me on this—it could be big.”

After some persuasion, Venu agreed. The next day, he arrived at Purushotham’s office, where Aruna introduced the two men. The initial meeting was cordial, with Purushotham explaining the scope of the potential project and his concerns about venturing into unfamiliar territory.

Venu, ever the optimist, laid out his experience and assured Purushotham that his firm in Kakinada had the expertise to handle the technical aspects. “We’ve done similar projects before, and with your firm’s resources and reputation, I’m confident we can make this work,” Venu said earnestly.

Purushotham hesitated, glancing at Aruna, who gave him an encouraging nod. Though reluctant at first, his growing feelings for Aruna nudged him toward agreement. “Alright,” he said finally. “Let’s go for it. But we need to ensure we’re fully prepared for this.”

The next challenge arose when Purushotham presented the plan to Rekha, who immediately raised concerns.

“Sir, this arrangement will be difficult,” Rekha said firmly. “Venu’s office is based in Kakinada, and managing coordination over such a distance will be nearly impossible. This is a high-stakes project. We can’t afford delays or miscommunication.”

Purushotham frowned, knowing Rekha’s points were valid but unwilling to dismiss the partnership outright. He turned to Venu. “Can you set up a branch office here in Hyderabad? It’ll make collaboration much smoother and help us manage this project efficiently.”

Venu considered the suggestion, then nodded. “I can make that happen. It’ll take some time, but I’ll get the groundwork started immediately.”

Aruna smiled, feeling a surge of pride. The pieces were falling into place, and she could see the potential of this partnership blossoming into something remarkable.

Rekha, though still cautious, accepted the decision. “If that’s the plan, I’ll begin outlining the logistics for coordination between the teams,” she said, her tone professional but wary.

As the meeting concluded, Purushotham glanced at Aruna. “I hope you’re right about this,” he said softly.

“I know I am,” Aruna replied with quiet confidence, determined to ensure the success of this venture—for Purushotham, for Venu, and, ultimately, for herself.

A week after the meeting with Purushotham, Venu sat in his home office, reviewing the financial projections for setting up a branch in Hyderabad. The numbers were overwhelming. The initial investment, operational costs, and overhead expenses seemed far too risky, especially with their limited reserves.

“I don’t think we can do this, Rachana,” Venu said with a sigh, setting the papers aside. “The financial implications are too high. What if it doesn’t work out? We could lose everything.”

Rachana listened, her brow furrowed. She had seen how excited Venu was after meeting Purushotham and knew this project had the potential to elevate their business.

“We can’t just let this slip away, Venu,” she said gently. “This is a chance to grow, to make something bigger for ourselves and our children. If we back out now, we’ll regret it later.”

“But how? We don’t have the funds to take this kind of leap.”

Rachana paused, then made a decision. The next day, she visited her father, a wealthy retired businessman. She explained the situation. Her father, trusting her judgment and eager to support her family, agreed to provide the money.

When Rachana returned home with the funds, Venu was stunned. “Where did you get this?” he asked, his voice filled with both surprise and concern.

“My friend in the USA wants to partner with me,” Rachana lied smoothly. “She sees the potential in this venture and was more than willing to invest. With this, you can set up the branch office in Hyderabad and move forward with the project.”

Venu looked at her, his skepticism giving way to gratitude. “You really believe in me that much?”

“Of course I do,” Rachana said with a smile. “This is our chance, Venu. Let’s not waste it.”

Reassured, Venu called Purushotham to inform him of the update. “We’re ready to move forward,” he said confidently. “The branch office in Hyderabad will be set up within a month.”

Purushotham, hearing the news, felt a sense of relief and excitement. “Good,” he replied. “Let’s make this work.”

Unbeknownst to Venu, Rachana’s lie about her “friend’s investment” and her bold decision to use her father’s money would set the stage for both opportunities and challenges in the journey ahead.

End of Chapter 10