Family of Shaows

[sexonmind]

Chapter 13 part 3

The next morning, Rani walked into Aruna’s room with an unusual sense of urgency. Aruna, seated on her bed, glanced up from the phone she was watching and arched an eyebrow at Rani’s serious expression.

"Madam," Rani began cautiously, clasping her hands together, "forgive me if I’m overstepping, but I feel like I need to say this."

Aruna set her phone down and leaned back in her chair. "Go on," she said, her voice calm but curious.

Rani took a deep breath. "I think you should reconsider Purushotham sir’s proposal."

Aruna’s expression darkened instantly. "Who told you about that?" she asked, her tone sharp.

Rani hesitated for a second but then decided to be honest. "Yesterday, Purushotham sir came to see Babu. He asked him to help convince you to marry him."

Aruna’s jaw tightened. "And what did Babu say?"

Rani sighed. "He brushed him off. Told him that if you don’t want to marry, he should just let you go."

Aruna let out a dry chuckle, shaking her head. "Of course, he did. Babu has other things on his mind right now. He wouldn’t waste time on something that doesn’t concern him."

Rani took a step closer. "After that, I ran into Purushotham sir outside. He looked completely lost, so I asked him what was wrong. We went to a café, and he told me everything. How much he loves you. How he was hoping Babu would help, but instead, he got nothing but indifference."

Aruna’s eyes flickered with something unreadable—perhaps frustration, perhaps something deeper. She remained silent, processing Rani’s words.

Rani continued, her voice softer. "Madam, I’m not saying this just for Purushotham sir’s sake. I know you, and I know you don’t make decisions lightly. But is this really what you want? To turn away someone who genuinely cares for you?"

Aruna leaned forward on her bed. She studied Rani carefully before exhaling slowly. "It’s not that simple, Rani."

Rani nodded. "I understand. But think about it, at least. Because I don’t think Purushotham sir is going to give up that easily."

Aruna looked away, deep in thought, as Rani quietly left the room. The conversation left a lingering tension in the air—one Aruna couldn’t ignore, no matter how much she wanted to.

Purushotham sat at his desk, staring blankly at the open file before him, but his mind was elsewhere. The weight of Aruna’s rejection still lingered, leaving him restless. Just then, a soft knock on the door broke his trance. He looked up to see Vani standing at the entrance.

"Vani?" he said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

Vani stepped inside with a neutral expression, carrying a bag in her hand. "My sister, Aruna, sent me here," she said, placing the bag on his desk. "She asked me to return this to you."

Frowning, Purushotham unzipped the bag and found an assortment of files and an office-issued laptop—the very things Aruna used during her time at his firm. His grip on the bag tightened. "She couldn't return these herself?" he asked, bitterness creeping into his tone.

Vani let out a small sigh. "She didn’t want any unnecessary drama," she said plainly. "Given the history between you two, she thought it was best handled this way."

Purushotham scoffed. "So, she sent you to clean up the mess." He leaned back in his chair and studied Vani for a moment. "Wait… you said ‘history.’ You know about us?"

Vani smirked slightly. "Of course. We are sisters—we talk about everything."

Purushotham’s eyes darkened. "Everything?"

"Yes," Vani nodded. "I know about you. I know about the guy before you… and the one after you."

Purushotham’s heart stopped for a moment. His breath caught in his throat. He had always thought he was special to Aruna, that their connection was unique. But now, hearing that there was someone after him… someone she had chosen over him…

His voice was almost a whisper. "There’s someone after me?" He swallowed hard, his hands curling into fists. "Who is it? I want to know."

Vani shook her head. "I've already said too much," she muttered, as if regretting her words.

Purushotham stood up abruptly, desperation flickering in his eyes. "Please, Vani," he pleaded. "I need to know. I love her. If there's a chance… if there's still hope, I need to understand."

Vani hesitated. She looked away for a moment as if debating whether she should speak. Then, after a deep breath, she met Purushotham’s gaze. "I’m only telling you this because I don’t approve of what Aruna is doing," she admitted. "And I hope that she will finally settle down in life."

Purushotham nodded eagerly, waiting.

Vani’s next words hit him like a thunderbolt.

"It’s our stepbrother, Babu," she said, her voice steady but cold. "Aruna is having an affair with him."

Purushotham’s body went rigid. He blinked rapidly, as if trying to process the words. "What?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Vani didn’t repeat herself. She simply watched as the realization dawned on his face—the shock, the disbelief, and then the slow-burning agony of betrayal.

Without another word, Vani turned and walked away, leaving Purushotham frozen in place, his world crashing around him.

Later that night, Aruna sat on her bed, her phone pressed to her ear. Vani’s voice came through the speaker, calm and composed.

"It’s done," Vani said.

A slow, devious smile spread across Aruna’s lips. Without another word, she hung up, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Meanwhile, across town, Purushotham sat in his car, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, betrayal, heartbreak. He couldn’t think straight, but he knew one thing: he needed to talk to someone. And there was only one person who understood what Aruna was capable of.

Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and dialed Rani’s number.

Rani picked up after a few rings, her voice sounding slightly surprised. "Purushotham sir?"

"I need to talk to you," Purushotham said, his voice heavy. "In private."

Rani hesitated for a moment before replying, "Come to my home."

A short while later, Purushotham stood outside Rani’s modest house. She opened the door, giving him a small apologetic smile as she stepped aside to let him in.

"I’m sorry for calling you to my small house, sir," she said as she led him inside. "My husband is out of town, and my mother has been looking after my child all day. I didn’t want to burden her for the night as well."

Purushotham shook his head, waving off her apology. "It’s alright," he said. "I just… I needed to talk to someone about what’s happening. And you’re the only one who knew about me and Aruna."

Rani noticed the torment in his eyes as he sat down on the small couch, his hands clasped together, his knuckles white. She sat across from him, waiting for him to speak.

After a long silence, he finally exhaled deeply. "Rani… Babu and Aruna are having an affair."

Rani’s eyes widened in shock. "What?" she whispered. "No… that can’t be."

"It’s true," Purushotham said bitterly, his voice shaking. "Vani told me everything. Aruna and Babu… they’re together. That’s why she rejected me."

Rani’s mind raced as she processed this revelation. She had noticed Aruna and Babu becoming unusually close, but she had never imagined it could be this. "I noticed them becoming close," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I never expected… this."

Purushotham let out a hollow laugh, leaning forward and running a hand over his face. "You know, Rani," he said, his voice laced with bitterness, "I’ve had many affairs. I used every trick in the book—sweet lies, false promises—just to get what I wanted. I manipulated innocent girls, made them believe in dreams that I had no intention of fulfilling. I played with their emotions, all for my own pleasure."

Rani swallowed, listening intently.

"And now…" Purushotham let out a shuddering breath. "Karma has finally struck back at me." His voice cracked as he continued, "The one woman I truly fell in love with—the only one I ever wanted for real—has been taken from me. And not by some stranger… but by my best friend." He clenched his jaw. "And not just any affair… but a forbidden one."

His body trembled as the weight of his words sank in, and suddenly, tears spilled down his face. He broke down completely, unable to hold back his anguish any longer.

Rani, moved by his pain, hesitated for only a second before leaning forward and wrapping her arms around him. It wasn’t romantic—it was an embrace of shared sorrow, of understanding. She knew what it was like to love and to lose, to feel trapped in mistakes that couldn’t be undone.

Purushotham buried his face in her shoulder, his body wracked with silent sobs. Rani gently rubbed his back, offering the only comfort she could.

Rani gently patted Purushotham’s back as he slowly regained control over his emotions. He wiped his face, his breath still uneven, while she sat beside him, offering quiet support.

After a moment of silence, Rani spoke softly. "Sir… you have been kind to me."

Purushotham lifted his gaze, his eyes still red from the tears.

"You didn’t judge me when I told you about my affair with Babu," she continued, her voice filled with gratitude. "You didn’t look at me with disgust or call me names. You just… understood."

Purushotham let out a bitter chuckle. "Who am I to judge, Rani? I’ve done worse."

She shook her head. "That’s not the point. The point is, you are different. You’re not just another selfish man who only thinks about himself. You may have made mistakes, but I’ve seen your heart. And I know that you’re capable of love—the real kind."

Purushotham looked down, his fingers gripping his knees. "What does that even matter now? The only woman I ever truly loved has betrayed me."

Rani sighed. "I know it hurts, sir. But don’t let this break you. You’re special. And one day, you’ll find someone who will see you for the man you really are."

Purushotham let out a deep breath, staring into the distance. He wanted to believe her words, but right now, all he could feel was the sting of betrayal. Still, a small part of him clung to the comfort she was offering.

"Thank you, Rani," he murmured, his voice raw.

She gave him a small, sad smile. "You deserve happiness, sir. Even if you don’t see it now."

For the first time in a long while, neither of them felt alone.

Purushotham looked into Rani’s eyes, filled with a mix of pity and kindness, and felt something stir within him that he hadn’t expected. The pain of his shattered heart mingled with an intense yearning for human connection. Without another thought, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. Rani’s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. Her soft, full lips responded to his in a tentative, yet earnest kiss that spoke of shared sorrow and the desperate need for solace. His large, calloused hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer. Her smaller, more feminine frame molded against his tall, broad frame, a stark contrast to the gentle touch of her husband, Ashok. The kiss grew in urgency, their tongues dancing together as they sought refuge from the storm of emotions outside their embrace. It was a kiss that transcended the physical, a silent promise of understanding and support in a world that had just crumbled around them. And for a brief moment, the weight of his betrayal lifted, and Purushotham felt alive again.

Rani’s hands trembled as she began to undo the buttons of Purushotham’s shirt, her eyes lingering on his broad chest, the muscles rippling beneath the fabric. As the shirt fell away, she couldn’t help but admire his physique—his powerful shoulders, the dusting of dark hair that trailed down his torso, leading to his tight abs. The sight of him was a stark contrast to her mundane life, a visual feast of masculine power that made her body respond in ways she hadn’t felt in a long time. His size was intimidating yet thrilling, a testament to his strength and vitality. Purushotham’s eyes never left hers as he helped her out of her blouse, revealing her ample breasts, the nipples hardening in anticipation. His hands traced the curves of her waist, the softness of her skin making him realize just how much he had been craving the touch of a woman. The tension between them grew as they undressed, each layer of clothing shed revealing more of their desperate need for connection, for the heat and passion that only two bodies could provide.

Purushotham gently laid Rani on the bed, her eyes wide with a mix of trepidation and excitement. He knelt before her, his eyes devouring the sight of her exposed pussy, the plump lips glistening with her arousal. He leaned in, capturing her gaze with his own, and kissed her inner thighs tenderly. His breath was hot against her skin, sending shivers up her spine. With a gentle touch, he parted her folds, revealing the delicate, pink flesh beneath. Rani’s body tensed as he brushed his mustache against her clit, causing her to gasp. He took it as an invitation and dipped his tongue into her wetness, tasting her for the first time. She was sweet and musky, and his cock grew harder with every passing second. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tightness clench around him, and he knew she was a virgin in this act. His mouth found her clit again, and he began to suckle and nibble at the sensitive bud, feeling her body arch in response. Rani’s moans grew louder as he explored her with his tongue, the unfamiliar sensation driving her wild. Her hips began to rock against his face as he worked his digit in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit. She had never felt anything so intense, so primal, and she knew she was close. With one final, deep suck, he sent her over the edge, her body convulsing as she reached a climax she never knew existed. Her pussy spasmed around his finger as she rode the waves of pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head. As she came down from the peak, she looked at him, her face flushed with satisfaction, and whispered, "I’ve never felt anything like that before."

Rani’s eyes widened as Purushotham climbed on top of her, his muscular frame dominating the space between them. She felt his cock, not as monstrous as Babu’s, but certainly larger than Ashok’s, pressing against her soaking wet pussy. He didn’t waste a moment, positioning himself at her entrance and sliding in with a groan that resonated deep in her core. His strokes varied between deep and hard, filling her completely, and fast and furious, making her body quiver beneath him. Each plunge hit a spot inside her that she had never experienced with her husband, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her. Her breasts bounced with each of his thrusts, her nipples sensitive and erect from his earlier attention. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper, urging him on. His hands roamed over her curves, squeezing her breasts, his thumbs playing with her now-sensitive nipples, making her moan in ecstasy. The combination of his skilled strokes and the way he touched her made Rani feel like she was truly desired, like she was more than just a wife or a mistress. It was a heady sensation that she didn’t want to end. Her hips met his rhythm, rising to meet each thrust, eager for more. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies colliding, their breaths mingling as they pushed each other closer and closer to the edge. The sensation built within her, coiling tight like a spring, until she couldn’t hold back any longer. With a cry of pure bliss, she shattered around him, her pussy clenching tightly around his shaft, her orgasm rolling through her like a tidal wave.

Rani’s mind was a whirlwind of sensations as she lay there, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. In comparison to Babu’s clumsy and rookie lovemaking, Purushotham’s skilled touch had taken her to heights she never knew existed. His cock, while not monstrously large like her ex lover, had hit all the right spots, leaving her feeling more satisfied than she ever had before. His experience and passion were evident in every stroke, and she found herself craving more. As he continued to thrust into her, she couldn’t help but think of the stark contrast between the two men. With Babu, she had always felt used, a mere plaything to satisfy his desires, but with Purushotham, she felt cherished. His every move, every kiss, every caress was deliberate, aimed to give her pleasure, and it was working. Her body responded to him in ways she didn’t know were possible, and she found herself eagerly matching his rhythm, her pussy clenching around his shaft as she climbed towards another peak. The room was filled with the sounds of their passionate cries, their bodies moving in harmony as they danced closer to the precipice of ecstasy. Despite the pain of her betrayal, this moment with Purushotham was something she hadn’t realized she needed, something that made her feel alive and desired in a way she had long ago forgotten.

As the intensity of her climax began to wane, Purushotham slowly pulled out of Rani, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and tenderness. She watched as he leaned back on his knees, his chest heaving with exertion, and stroked himself a few times before erupting in a powerful climax that spattered hot, thick ropes of cum across her belly. She lay there, her chest rising and falling rapidly, feeling the sticky warmth of his release against her skin. The sight of him, lost in pleasure, brought a fresh wave of arousal to her core, making her clit throb with need. They remained like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breathing synchronized, before reality began to seep back into their consciousness. The weight of what they had done hung heavy in the air, but the connection they had just shared was undeniable. Purushotham collapsed beside her, his arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her close, their bodies sticking together from the sweat and cum that coated them both. They lay in silence, the only sounds in the room their heavy breaths and the distant hum of the city outside. Despite the mess and the guilt, there was a strange comfort in the aftermath, a shared secret that bound them closer than ever before. As the night grew darker, they knew that their lives had been forever changed by this one, illicit act of passion and solace.

End of Chapter 13