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Priys’s flat- Late evening.
The lack of response from Tarun after several of her messages left Kajol feeling a mixture of disappointment and restlessness. She tried to follow her brain’s advice to not let her emotions weigh on her heart, but the effort proved increasingly futile. Hoping to distract herself, she turned to the TV, yet none of the shows could hold her interest. Each flick of the remote added to her irritation, her movements becoming sharp and impatient. Just as she started to sink deeper into her frustration, Priya walked into the living room, looking refreshed from her short afternoon nap. Startled, Kajol quickly attempted to mask her inner turmoil, forcing a calm expression onto her face.
The lack of response from Tarun after several of her messages left Kajol feeling disappointed and frustrated. She tried to mask her emotions as her brain advised, but she couldn’t maintain her calm for much longer. Turning to the TV, she hoped for a distraction, but none of the shows managed to capture her attention. Irritated, she kept flipping through channels, her movements sharp and restless. Just then, Priya entered the living room after a short afternoon nap, her relaxed demeanor a stark contrast to Kajol’s unease.
“Kajol, you had a long sleep. Now, do you even get sleep at night?” Kajol asked, attempting to sound composed.
“I didn’t want to wake up, but my stomach wasn’t letting me rest any longer. Have you made anything to eat?” Priya replied, her tone light but expectant.
“Can we order from outside or maybe go out to eat? To be honest, I’ve felt lazy all morning and didn’t cook anything,” Kajol answered with a faint smile, trying to hide her internal turmoil.
Priya’s eyes narrowed slightly as she teased, “Kajol, tell me honestly—what’s the cause of these sudden changes in you? Don’t forget, I’ve been noticing it.”
“What changes? I’ve just been sitting bored at home; I don’t have the mood to cook,” Kajol justified, her voice carrying a hint of haste, as though trying to convince both herself and Priya.
Priya sat down beside Kajol, her demeanor calm but curious. “I don’t have the energy to go out. Let’s just order and have the food delivered,” she said, brushing aside the topic.
As Kajol placed the order, Priya leaned over and casually glanced at her phone. A mischievous smile spread across her face. “Oh! Now I understand the reason for your frustration,” she said playfully.
“Priya, shut up!” Kajol blushed deeply, feeling embarrassed at being caught off guard. She had checked her message app out of curiosity while ordering the food.
“Come on, tell me—what progress have you made with Tarun? So far, I know him well enough to say that if he’s engaging in messaging and chats, he must be serious about you. Tarun isn’t the type to waste time on these things. He’s always been direct and upfront about his intentions. Over the years, I’ve never seen him take anyone seriously. He’s usually more of a casual, one-night-stand kind of guy.”
Kajol felt a sharp pang in her heart when Priya casually mentioned Tarun's past affairs with other women. It was an internal pain she tried to suppress, but her face betrayed none of it.
Kajol hesitated, initially wanting to avoid the discussion. But since Priya had already sensed her thoughts, her heart urged her to know more. She decided to ask further, though cautiously.
“Priya, don’t misjudge the situation. I see him as a good friend. As you said, his approach toward me has been gentle and decent so far, which is why I’ve been responsive. The day he shows the traits you mentioned, I’ll consider it the last time. But I do find him mysterious. You’ve known him for five years, right? How did you become friends?” Kajol asked, her voice careful and measured.
“Ashish introduced him to me. They were friends before,” Priya replied nonchalantly.
“Oh, and when did your relationship with Ashish start?” Kajol inquired, trying to shift the focus subtly.
“Are you interviewing me now?” Priya teased with a playful smirk.
“No, dear. I just always wanted to bring this up. Honestly, I’ve found Ashish a little awkward sometimes,” Kajol admitted, her tone soft yet honest.
“Well, Ashish was my college senior. Our relationship started back then,” Priya explained with a shrug.
“So, why haven’t you two gotten married?” Kajol pressed further, curiosity seeping into her words.
“First of all, let me correct you—we don’t have that kind of relationship anymore. It was just physical. We were in a live-in relationship before you came along, but it didn’t work out, so we separated. There are no strings attached now, and we’re both happy. Kajol, I always wanted to talk to you about this. Relationships are like a web—the deeper you enter, the tighter it squeezes you. I’ve noticed you often get disappointed and agitated over personal issues, like with Sachin and others. Let me tell you something important—no one can make you happy but yourself. Follow your heart, but don’t ignore the needs of your mind and body,” Priya said with a warm yet knowing smile.
As Priya concluded her advice, Kajol reflected deeply on her words. She found herself agreeing with several points—how her heart was often disturbed by unwarranted expectations and how easily she let herself get upset. At the same time, Kajol justified her actions as a sign of her sincerity in maintaining relationships. Priya's remark about physical needs also lingered in her mind, stirring a quiet acknowledgment. Kajol couldn’t help but ask herself, How long will I keep suppressing these feelings within me?
In the silent dialogue between her heart and brain, a realization emerged. The brain conceded that it had limited strength to suppress the natural needs of the body—a phenomenon intrinsic to every human being. The internal debate left Kajol contemplative, caught between reason and emotion.
Just then, a call from Ashish prompted Priya to step back into her room, phone in hand, leaving Kajol alone with her thoughts.
This plunged Kajol into an even deeper spiral of introspection. A question emerged in her mind, persistent and unsettling: Why did you not allow Sachin to fulfill the needs of your body? Do you feel he is incapable of doing so? If not, then what does this mean for your future? Is it even worth continuing? The weight of these thoughts bore down on her, leaving her in a state of profound silence. No immediate answers came to her—only the resonating echoes of her own doubts and uncertainties filled the void, amplifying her inner turmoil.
"Shut up, Kajol. Control your thoughts. Your focus should be on your studies and building your career. Don’t get caught up in such thoughts unnecessarily. Let things happen naturally. Focus on maintaining your relationships, but don’t let emotions cloud them."
Suddenly, Kajol's phone lit up with a message from Tarun. Her breath hitched as she froze, torn between the overwhelming urge to check it and the hesitation that rooted her in place. Confusion swirled in her mind as she debated whether to open the message or ignore it. But before her thoughts could settle, her heart took over, nudging her to read it.
The message read: "I know my sweetheart is upset and angry with me and probably wants to break my head. Wouldn't it be a good idea to fulfill that wish today? How about a dinner together?"
The playful, almost disarming tone of the message caught Kajol off guard. Her lingering anger toward Tarun dissolved like mist under the sun, leaving her heart in a chaotic whirlwind once again. She stared at the words on the screen, her emotions clashing as she wondered how she should respond.
Though her anger had dissipated, Kajol wasn’t about to let Tarun off the hook so easily.
Kajol replied: "Oh! We poor souls had to order food from outside. How thoughtful of you to finally remember me."
Tarun’s response arrived almost instantly: "Well, remembering you is easy, sweetheart. You’ve been stuck in my mind like a song on repeat. But am I forgiven yet, or should I prepare for my grand punishment? Maybe dinner tonight would give you the perfect opportunity to break my head in style?"
Kajol teased back: "Breaking your head alone won’t be enough, Tarun. How about I break your head and legs, just for good measure? Would that work?"
Tarun’s reply came with a grin-inducing charm: "Head, legs, and while you’re at it, throw in my heart too! I’ve heard the best punishments come with a side of delicious food, so what’s stopping us?"
Kajol cursed herself for allowing her message to reveal forgiveness so easily. She realized that Tarun had somehow managed to win her over with just a few playful lines, and it both amused and annoyed her.
“No. Priya returned this afternoon. I wasn’t in the mood to cook, so we ordered food from outside,” Kajol replied, making an effort to sound casual.
“Bring Priya along too. I’ll pick you both up from your place,” Tarun suggested, his tone light yet persuasive.
Kajol knew she was walking straight into his trap, but she couldn’t deny that she was enjoying the exchange far too much to resist.
“She’s tired,” Kajol responded, her reply simple and unassuming.
“Oh, I see. You’re scared to come alone?” Tarun teased, his words laced with playful provocation.
“It’s not that. It’s just not fair to waste food,” Kajol countered, keeping her tone measured, though she could feel the corners of her mouth betraying a smile.
“Then bring the food along with you,” Tarun quipped with a teasing grin. “I’ll show you people who genuinely need it. I promise, the food won’t go to waste—it’ll serve its purpose beautifully... on both sides, technically.”
Kajol felt a pang of embarrassment at the thought of asking Priya for permission. Torn between her emotions and her reason, she typed out a response to Tarun: "Tarun, we’ll have dinner next time."
Her heart hesitated, refusing to let her hit the send button. Yet, her brain, determined to stick to logic, urged her hand forward. With a deep breath, the message was sent, leaving Kajol battling the whirlwind of emotions brewing within her.
"Okay, if you insist," Tarun replied with a tone that hinted at disappointment. "I’ll wait for my chance."
Kajol’s heart sank. She felt awful knowing he was disappointed, but she also didn’t want him to think she was being unnecessarily persistent in turning him down. She quickly typed her reply, hoping to clarify her position.
"Tarun, it’s not about being persistent or rejecting your invitation. It’s just that it’s already late in the evening, and I have work tomorrow. Let’s plan something for the weekend," Kajol responded, trying to strike a balance between politeness and practicality.
His reply came swiftly, tinged with playful self-deprecation. "Alright. You don’t have to feel bad. It’s me—the fool—who missed a golden opportunity. I’ll probably have to wait for a long time since I’m not going to be in the city this weekend."
Tarun’s words were calculated, a subtle trick to gauge Kajol’s true feelings. His playful yet regretful tone left Kajol torn. She knew his absence might leave her thinking about him more, and despite herself, she was beginning to enjoy this intricate game of emotions.
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Kajol paused for a moment, her breath catching. Her heart raced with an undeniable urgency, almost dictating her actions. Her fingers moved on their own, typing the words, "What about tomorrow?" But just as quickly as the message was written, doubt crept into her mind. What if Tarun interpreted her eagerness as desperation? The thought froze her. With a sigh, Kajol deleted the message.
During the gap between deleting her message and struggling to decide what to type next, Kajol’s phone buzzed with a new message from Tarun. It was simple yet striking—a disappointment emoji accompanied by the words: "I believed you had confidence in me as a friend, someone you could freely discuss anything with."
"Hey, Tarun. It’s nothing like what you think," Kajol replied, guilt tugging at her as she typed the words, knowing they weren’t entirely truthful. She hesitated before continuing, trying to maintain a casual tone. "I actually wanted to ask where you’re going, but then I thought it might invade your privacy."
"How could you call it invading my privacy?" Tarun replied, his playful tone evident. "I’d be much happier if you really invaded my privacy by asking who’s accompanying me—and, of course, all the juicy details about the woman." He added a smile emoji with a wink, his charm shining through the screen.
She loved his openness, a quality that felt like a rare gem in her life. For the first time, she felt as though she had found someone who could genuinely make her smile, who could turn simple conversations into something engaging and meaningful.
Though Kajol appreciated the openness and ease she felt with Tarun, the thought of him traveling with another woman stirred emotions she hadn’t anticipated. A pang of unease settled in her chest, unsettling her in ways that confused her. She attempted to reason with herself—why should it matter? Why did this thought, simple and logical on the surface, evoke such a complicated storm within her?
Yet, no amount of reasoning could calm her unsettled heart. The mere idea of him being in the company of someone else felt like an invisible pressure, a quiet ache that lingered. It wasn’t jealousy, or at least that’s what she told herself, but a mix of emotions she struggled to put into words. Beneath it all, Kajol realized there was something growing between her and Tarun—something she couldn’t quite ignore, no matter how much her mind resisted it.
"Hello! Thanks for the approval, but don’t expect the same courtesy from me," Kajol typed, adding a mischievous tone to her words. "I quite enjoy invading someone’s privacy, especially when it’s intriguing—like in your case. So, tell me, who’s the unlucky girl traveling with you?"
She chuckled softly as she hit send, hoping the teasing edge in her message would mask the underlying curiosity and unease in her heart.
"Oh!! My God. Direct assault. I need to be very careful with you!" Tarun replied, his tone dripping with playful exaggeration. "Don’t order a shoot-at-sight notice just yet!" he added with a chuckle. "I was just giving an example, my dear. If I ever took any girl with me, it would be you. No more adventure-seeking in my life after meeting you." He punctuated his message with a scared emoji, adding a touch of humor to soften the moment.
His words, though playful, carried warmth that lingered, leaving Kajol smiling despite herself. The sincerity beneath his humour was impossible to ignore, and it stirred something deep within her.
"Oh!! My little friend got scared," Kajol typed with a playful grin, her words carrying a teasing tone. She purposefully steered the conversation to an end, knowing full well that her heart had skipped a beat the moment Tarun mentioned traveling with her. The thought lingered in her mind, unspoken but undeniable—a quiet yearning she wasn’t ready to confront just yet. Instead, she masked her emotions with humor, hoping to keep things light while her heart raced in the background.
"Yes, I am scared. You’re scarier than Priya described you to be!" Tarun replied, his playful tone evident.
Kajol’s heart skipped a beat when he added, "Oh, so you both had a discussion about me behind my back?" She felt a quiet happiness bloom within her, knowing that Tarun had been curious enough to ask Priya about her before they met.
Tarun continued, "To be honest, when Priya showed me your photo, I was amused by your beauty." His words carried a teasing tone, but then his voice shifted, becoming more serious and filled with admiration. "But the real part that struck me was your strength—your struggle, the way you’ve fought for your rights, and how you’ve handled everything life has thrown at you. Honestly, I’ve never met anyone with the guts to take such risks. You’re truly amazing, Kajol. The way you’ve found ways to be self-dependent, care for others, and still keep going—it’s inspiring."
Before the moment grew too heavy, Tarun lightened the mood with a playful twist. "And of course, your beauty," he added with a teasing grin. "You could kill anyone with that smile of yours."
Kajol couldn’t help but smile, her heart a mix of emotions—flattered, shy, and undeniably drawn to his words. Tarun had a way of making her feel seen, appreciated, and cherished, all in the span of a single conversation
Kajol felt like she was going through one of happy moements in her life after long gap. She couldn’t help but notice the contrast as she reflected on her interactions with Sachin and Tarun. With Tarun, every conversation felt like a breath of fresh air—light, engaging, and full of effortless connection. His openness allowed her to express herself freely, something she realized had been missing in her relationship with Sachin.
Her thoughts shifted to the past several months with Sachin. Their conversations had become routine, almost burdensome. They revolved around discussions of the future, the ever-pressing tensions in their respective households, Sachin’s constant worries and lingering sense of disappointment from being apart, and his repeated frustrations over not being able to visit her city. His detailed inquiries into her daily activities had begun to feel stifling, a reflection of his controlling nature rather than genuine care. The relationship had become an endless cycle of serious discussions and expectations, leaving her feeling emotionally drained.
In contrast, Tarun seemed to bring out a side of her that she had almost forgotten existed—one that was carefree, relaxed, and truly at peace. With him, she could speak her mind freely, without the fear of judgment or the weight of expectations. She felt her values were acknowledged and treated with a deep respect that warmed her heart.
There was no pressure in their conversations—no underlying tensions or obligations—just an effortless exchange of thoughts and energy that felt so natural, so refreshing. It was as if Tarun's presence allowed her to rediscover a part of herself that had been lost in the noise of everyday life. For the first time in what felt like ages, Kajol experienced the liberating joy of being heard, truly heard, and the sense of freedom it brought was almost intoxicating.
When door bell rings, Food came, Kajol messaged him.
Enjoy you dinner, Tarun replied.
What are going to have?
As they settled down to eat, Kajol’s phone rang. Her heart instinctively quickened at the thought of Tarun calling her. But as she glanced at the screen, her excitement faded, replaced by a subtle wave of disappointment—it was Sachin. She sighed but picked up the call, her voice steady as she informed him, “I’m having dinner. I will call after having dinner”
"Hey, you can talk while eating," Sachin responded, his tone dismissive of her preference.
Kajol felt a sting of irritation, a feeling she hadn’t expected to surface so strongly. In the past, she might have patiently explained herself, tried to make him understand why she didn’t like talking while eating. But tonight was different. Something about his disregard for her boundaries struck a chord, and she couldn’t push the feeling aside.
"Sachin, I will call after dinner," she said firmly, her tone carrying an unmistakable finality.
When she returned to dining table, why are you scaring that poor boy? Priya asked.
"Priya, sometimes he feels like his time and activities are the only ones that matter," Kajol said, her tone reflecting a mixture of frustration and fatigue. Priya, sensing the depth in her words, chose not to probe further. Instead, a knowing smile crossed her face—a quiet acknowledgment of what was left unsaid.
That smile seemed to hold an unspoken truth, signaling the subtle but inevitable shift in Kajol's life. It was a clear sign of the growing distance that had begun to take root—a distance born out of years of quiet endurance, now finally giving way to the small, decisive reactions of a woman whose patience had been pushed beyond its limit.
As Kajol washed the dishes, her mind lingered on her reaction to Sachin. A pang of guilt settled in her chest—not because she believed her anger was unwarranted, but because of the harshness in her tone. She acknowledged to herself that her reason for being upset was valid; she didn’t feel the need to apologize for standing firm on her boundaries. However, she couldn’t shake the regret over how she had expressed it.
When she finished her chores, she picked up the phone and dialed Sachin. As they spoke, Kajol could sense the disappointment in his voice, a subtle indication that her anger had left its mark. Yet, she didn’t try to justify herself or explain her frustration. Deep down, she knew she had made her feelings clear and that it was important for Sachin to understand her dislikes without compromise. Still, a quiet guilt lingered—she wished she had expressed herself with more calmness, more care, even though she trusted Sachin’s ability to grasp her perspective. In the midst of their conversation, Kajol's mind wandered briefly, tempted by the thought of messaging Tarun. But just as quickly as the idea surfaced, a sense of self-integrity pulled her back. She reminded herself of the importance of being present in the moment and staying true to her values.
For a fleeting moment, Kajol's mind wavered. Her thoughts, tangled in a web of emotions, pulled her away from her conversation with Sachin. She told herself firmly, If you decide to pursue a relationship with Tarun, then Sachin deserves honesty—no shadows, no secrets. But even as she made that resolution, another question crept in: Is it time?
Her heart, thudding with questions, was silenced by her mind’s sudden clarity. The answer was simple yet profound: Take Priya’s advice. Life has a long way to go. A sense of calm washed over Kajol as she repeated those words internally. She realized the best part of life was savoring the present—happiness didn’t have to hinge on a lover or a husband. True joy could come from meaningful friendships, from the company of those who uplifted her and brought positivity into her life.
She reminded herself not to weigh her heart down with unnecessary complexities. You like Tarun, she thought, and you enjoy his company and friendship. That’s enough for now. Let the future unfold in its own time. As the wisdom settled in her heart, Kajol resolved to cherish the simplicity of the moment without placing heavy burdens on what it might lead to.
The call had stretched well beyond their usual duration, leaving Kajol reflective as she finally disconnected. Almost instinctively, she reached for her phone, curious to see if there was a message from Tarun. Sure enough, there it was—a picture of him indulging in a plate of steaming Pani Puri at what looked like a lively street-side stall. Along with the photo, he had added a playful touch: an emoji of a stuffed stomach and another with a satisfied, teeka-smeared grin.
Kajol couldn't help but smile as she stared at Tarun's photo, the lively street food scene sparking memories of her college hostel days. Those were nights filled with laughter and camaraderie, indulging in late-night snacks with friends, carefree and unburdened by life’s complexities. The nostalgia brought a pang of longing, an ache for the simplicity of those moments.
A wistful thought crept into her mind: What if I could recreate that feeling tonight? She imagined herself stepping into the vibrant energy of a roadside stall, sharing a meal with Tarun—enjoying his teasing remarks, his stories, and the playful banter that had begun to make her days lighter
"Go home and sleep. I know you didn’t get enough rest last night," Kajol had said, her tone laced with genuine care. When no reply came from Tarun, a flicker of disappointment crossed her mind. But almost immediately, she reasoned with herself—he might be driving, after all. The thought eased her feelings, replacing them with quiet understanding.
As the night deepened, Kajol slipped into bed, pulling the blanket snugly around her.
Kajol placed her phone gently beside her pillow and drifted into sleep, her mind swirling with vivid thoughts. Her dreams carried her to curious questions about Tarun’s travel destination, wondering where his journey might lead him. His playful words about taking her as his companion lingered, now blossoming into meaningful reflections in her heart. A wish, unspoken yet undeniable, began to take shape—a longing to travel with him and share in the adventures he had hinted at.
Her thoughts meandered to her cancelled trip with Priya, a plan she had looked forward to until Priya’s unexpected work developments put it on hold. While she understood the reasons, it left a faint tinge of disappointment. Kajol couldn’t help but think how a trip with Tarun could restore that sense of excitement she had been hoping for—something carefree, lively, and full of the enjoyment she had envisioned with Priya.
When Kajol noticed her phone's display light up, she realized her thoughtful decision to keep the phone nearby had saved her from completely missing Tarun's call despite being on silent mode. She quickly attended the call, curious yet drowsy.
"Hey, hugging the pillow and ready for sleep?" Tarun’s voice came through, warm and teasing. His question startled Kajol for a moment, as it mirrored her exact position—curled up, clutching her pillow.
A smirking smile crept onto her face as she replied, "Oh!! So, Priya has told you more than what needed to be shared?" Her tone was playful yet carried a mock accusation, making her amusement evident.
Tarun's playful question carried a light-hearted tone, but for Kajol, it struck a sensitive chord. "Oh!! I thought that when you like someone, you would feel every breath of theirs," he teased. "I guess I’ll need to explain everything about myself every time since you lack that ability—or maybe you can’t like someone that deeply?"
Though his words had been playful, Kajol couldn’t ignore the lingering ache they left in her heart. It was as if his remark had illuminated something she had been avoiding—her hesitancy, her cautious approach, and how they may have sown seeds of doubt in their connection. She realized that her guardedness might not only have made Tarun question her sincerity but had also left her questioning herself.
As the weight of guilt settled in, Kajol felt the need to make a clear decision. She couldn’t keep treading the middle ground, unsure and hesitant. Trust had to be either given wholeheartedly or not at all. She resolved that no more invisible lines would divide their relationship—no more overthinking or keeping herself at a safe distance.
To lighten the mood and subtly probe deeper, Kajol softened her tone with playful intent. "Hello, how am I supposed to understand you," she teased, a smile evident in her voice, "when the stories about you seem to change with every girl?"
Though her words were light-hearted, Kajol's curiosity carried a deeper undertone. She wanted to unravel the layers of Tarun's intentions toward her, to truly understand where she stood in his life.
Tarun: "Kajol, you strike at the right spot—completely made me speechless. That was a good counter-question. I like your curiosity and the way you want to dig deeper."
Kajol: smiling "Well, someone has to keep you on your toes, Tarun. Don’t I deserve some clarity?"
Tarun: chuckling softly "Do you think someone can fully explain what they feel about the person they love the most just through words? It’s more about the courage to act on those feelings, or maybe the shared emotions in the other person’s heart, that truly bring out the answer."
Kajol: intrigued, her smile softening "Go on… What are you really trying to say?"
Tarun: serious tone "I want to be honest with you. I truly enjoy your friendship, Kajol. I want you in my life—always. But I’ve never been the kind of person to force love or expect someone to feel the same way I do. I don’t even know where my life is heading, and I wouldn’t want to tie anyone else into my uncertainties."
Kajol: listening carefully, her expression thoughtful "So you’re saying…?"
Tarun: pausing for a moment "I’ve never thought of marriage or settling into a life of a ‘typical’ husband. But I know what I want—a partner. It could be a life partner or even a friend, but someone who can stand by me through everything: the highs and lows, the joys and the sorrows, the fun and the challenges. Your presence in my life already offers that, Kajol, and it brings me closer to you."
Kajol: heart fluttering, a little overwhelmed . Her heart fluttered, emotions swirling as she tried to make sense of everything Tarun had said
Tarun's voice carried a gentle warmth as he spoke, his words filled with thoughtfulness. "Kajol, I know how serious you are about your life—how much thought you’ve put into everything, including your past relationship with Sachin and the challenges that came afterward. I would never want to add confusion or unnecessary worries to your life, especially about us."
He paused, his tone softening further. "I want you to be free—to live your life as you are, without any burdens weighing you down. But at the same time, I cherish every moment we share, and I want to continue cherishing them.
Kajol was left speechless, her heart overwhelmed by the clarity and sincerity in Tarun's words. She reflected on how rare it was to encounter someone who could express their thoughts with such depth and honesty. In that moment, she felt truly blessed to have Tarun in her life—a marvellous friend who brought lightness and meaning to her days.
Although her heart experienced small waves of uncertainty, Kajol made a conscious decision not to overthink or burden herself with questions about the future of their relationship. She resolved instead to cherish the connection they shared, embracing each moment and every opportunity to enjoy his company. For now, she wanted to live in the present, savouring the warmth and joy that Tarun’s presence brought, without complicating it with unnecessary expectations.
Kajol: A jealous tone reflected in her voice. "No wonder how you flatter the ladies."
Tarun: In a teasing tone. "You mean, the girls who shared a bed with me?"
Kajol: Raising an eyebrow, her sarcasm sharp. "Or else? Are you secretly married and living with your wife? No, right?"
Hey, there is no romance, my dear. That is pure sex. As long as my body and stamina in bed continue, they will come back to me. No need for much effort. You just need to take care of your physique, status, and, most importantly, the money to pay their bills, Tarun replied in a tone of despair.
"Stop your extracurricular activities from today," Kajol thought to tell Tarun, wanting to put a ban on his life as a playboy. However, her wisdom held her back, and she asked herself, Are you going to change a person whom you like for how he lives his life and bring him into the same depressed life you’ve been trying to escape from?
Kajol: laughing softly "Oh my God, I can never win an argument with you! By the way, when are you traveling?"
Tarun: with a calm tone "I’m planning to leave on Wednesday. Since the monsoon has started in that region, it will be really fun to drive. I don’t want to rush things, so I decided to leave a bit early."
Kajol: her curiosity piqued "Oh! That’s nice. I’ve never traveled through that region. I’ve only seen pictures, and it looks absolutely beautiful."
Tarun: serious but hopeful "I mean it, Kajol. It would be great fun and make me really happy if you could join me."
His invitation made Kajol pause, rethinking the idea. For a fleeting moment, she considered saying yes but then remembered the other challenges she would have to face if she agreed. She gently declined once again.
Kajol: with a thoughtful tone "I really wish I could come, Tarun. But let’s plan for next time, for sure."
As she spoke, Kajol meant it with all her heart. She made a silent promise to herself that when the next opportunity came, she would prepare herself better—ready to share those moments with Tarun, free of hesitation.
Tarun: with an understanding tone "No worries, Kajol, it’s your decision.
Kajol: curious, a little hesitant "When are you coming back?"
Tarun: with a casual chuckle "I can’t really promise an exact time, but I’ll make sure I’m back before Sunday evening."
Kajol paused, her thoughts lingering on his words. Sunday evening suddenly felt like an eternity—a stretch of days that seemed far too long for her to not see him. A quiet sense of disappointment settled in her heart, though she tried her best to mask it.
Kajol: "It’s late at night. You didn’t sleep properly yesterday either. Wishing you a tight sleep," she said with care.
Tarun: pretending to be disappointed, his tone playful "Kajol, your words just pushed me from the top of happiness to the bottom. I was on cloud nine, and now you’re ending the conversation? This was not expected."
Kajol: quickly, with concern "Hey, I didn’t mean it like that!"
Tarun: laughing softly "Just kidding. You’re actually right about me. I didn’t sleep yesterday. Let me go and get some rest."
His words brought a sense of relief to Kajol, knowing he was taking care of himself.
Kajol: smiling softly "Good night."
Tarun: with warmth "Good night, sweetheart."
Just as they were about to disconnect, Tarun added with a mischievous tone, "Hey, keep that pillow in the middle of your legs. This time, please consider that pillow as me. If you hug it tightly with your legs, I’ll feel it. That’ll help me get a tight sleep," he said with a naughty smile.
Though his words were meant to tease her, Kajol couldn’t help but feel a fleeting temptation to actually do it. She quickly brushed the thought aside and replied in a tone of fake anger, "Shut up and good night."
"Please," Tarun playfully insisted, his voice carrying a hint of mock pleading.
"Tarun, I’m disconnecting now. If we continue, you’ll come up with even stranger ideas like this," Kajol said, shaking her head with a mix of amusement and exasperation.
Before he could respond, the call was disconnected, leaving both of them smiling on their respective ends, their playful banter lingering in the air.
When Kajol looked at the pillow after disconnecting the phone, a strange yet comforting thought crossed her mind—it felt as though Tarun was right there. She picked up the pillow, holding it in her hands as she switched off the light. Initially, she intended to place it aside, but the realization of how much she missed him made her pause.
In a moment of playful indulgence, she hugged the pillow tightly, letting herself imagine it was him. A soft chuckle escaped her as she felt a little naughty for giving the pillow a quick kiss
"When she tightened her hug, the pillow pressed against her boobs. Since her mind was literally imagining the pillow as Tarun, she felt a pleasant sensation spread all over her body. A couple of kisses were planted on the pillow as her body started to dip into the pleasure. When her body sought more, her fingers started to unbutton her shirt and made the front wide open. "She still lacked satisfaction when the inners came as a hindrance. Kajol removed the shirt and bra from her body and hugged the pillow with deepened intensity. When she felt like Tarun asking her to give her nipples to him, she brings the side of pillow and pressed against her nipples. By imagining her nipples getting sucked by Tarun, Kajol started to circle the tip of pillow around her nipples. As her imagination deepened, her actions became more precise. Her hands went inside the bottom pants and started to help the inching of her pussy. "The movement of her fingers started at a slow pace, but the intensity quickly increased. When Kajol felt wetness in her bottom, she tried to control by tightening her thighs. The more intense her body started to react, the pillow became wet from the kisses she placed on it. When her wetness in her pussy became uncontrivable, her body demanded the feel of Tarun on it. Kajol quickly slid off her pants and placed the pillow between her thighs. She pressed pillow against her pussy with great force and tight. When the side lining of the pillow brushed against her pussy walls, she imagined it to be Tarun licking them. She pressed the pillow hard and gave the maximum possible entry to Tarun into her pussy.
Kajol moan loudly when she reached the peak of excitement and pleasure. Finally, when she reached the height of orgasm at its finest, she was gasping heavily. Kajol thought of wearing her dress, but the unsettled desires made the pillow stay between her thighs. She didn’t know when she slipped into sleep.
The lack of response from Tarun after several of her messages left Kajol feeling a mixture of disappointment and restlessness. She tried to follow her brain’s advice to not let her emotions weigh on her heart, but the effort proved increasingly futile. Hoping to distract herself, she turned to the TV, yet none of the shows could hold her interest. Each flick of the remote added to her irritation, her movements becoming sharp and impatient. Just as she started to sink deeper into her frustration, Priya walked into the living room, looking refreshed from her short afternoon nap. Startled, Kajol quickly attempted to mask her inner turmoil, forcing a calm expression onto her face.
The lack of response from Tarun after several of her messages left Kajol feeling disappointed and frustrated. She tried to mask her emotions as her brain advised, but she couldn’t maintain her calm for much longer. Turning to the TV, she hoped for a distraction, but none of the shows managed to capture her attention. Irritated, she kept flipping through channels, her movements sharp and restless. Just then, Priya entered the living room after a short afternoon nap, her relaxed demeanor a stark contrast to Kajol’s unease.
“Kajol, you had a long sleep. Now, do you even get sleep at night?” Kajol asked, attempting to sound composed.
“I didn’t want to wake up, but my stomach wasn’t letting me rest any longer. Have you made anything to eat?” Priya replied, her tone light but expectant.
“Can we order from outside or maybe go out to eat? To be honest, I’ve felt lazy all morning and didn’t cook anything,” Kajol answered with a faint smile, trying to hide her internal turmoil.
Priya’s eyes narrowed slightly as she teased, “Kajol, tell me honestly—what’s the cause of these sudden changes in you? Don’t forget, I’ve been noticing it.”
“What changes? I’ve just been sitting bored at home; I don’t have the mood to cook,” Kajol justified, her voice carrying a hint of haste, as though trying to convince both herself and Priya.
Priya sat down beside Kajol, her demeanor calm but curious. “I don’t have the energy to go out. Let’s just order and have the food delivered,” she said, brushing aside the topic.
As Kajol placed the order, Priya leaned over and casually glanced at her phone. A mischievous smile spread across her face. “Oh! Now I understand the reason for your frustration,” she said playfully.
“Priya, shut up!” Kajol blushed deeply, feeling embarrassed at being caught off guard. She had checked her message app out of curiosity while ordering the food.
“Come on, tell me—what progress have you made with Tarun? So far, I know him well enough to say that if he’s engaging in messaging and chats, he must be serious about you. Tarun isn’t the type to waste time on these things. He’s always been direct and upfront about his intentions. Over the years, I’ve never seen him take anyone seriously. He’s usually more of a casual, one-night-stand kind of guy.”
Kajol felt a sharp pang in her heart when Priya casually mentioned Tarun's past affairs with other women. It was an internal pain she tried to suppress, but her face betrayed none of it.
Kajol hesitated, initially wanting to avoid the discussion. But since Priya had already sensed her thoughts, her heart urged her to know more. She decided to ask further, though cautiously.
“Priya, don’t misjudge the situation. I see him as a good friend. As you said, his approach toward me has been gentle and decent so far, which is why I’ve been responsive. The day he shows the traits you mentioned, I’ll consider it the last time. But I do find him mysterious. You’ve known him for five years, right? How did you become friends?” Kajol asked, her voice careful and measured.
“Ashish introduced him to me. They were friends before,” Priya replied nonchalantly.
“Oh, and when did your relationship with Ashish start?” Kajol inquired, trying to shift the focus subtly.
“Are you interviewing me now?” Priya teased with a playful smirk.
“No, dear. I just always wanted to bring this up. Honestly, I’ve found Ashish a little awkward sometimes,” Kajol admitted, her tone soft yet honest.
“Well, Ashish was my college senior. Our relationship started back then,” Priya explained with a shrug.
“So, why haven’t you two gotten married?” Kajol pressed further, curiosity seeping into her words.
“First of all, let me correct you—we don’t have that kind of relationship anymore. It was just physical. We were in a live-in relationship before you came along, but it didn’t work out, so we separated. There are no strings attached now, and we’re both happy. Kajol, I always wanted to talk to you about this. Relationships are like a web—the deeper you enter, the tighter it squeezes you. I’ve noticed you often get disappointed and agitated over personal issues, like with Sachin and others. Let me tell you something important—no one can make you happy but yourself. Follow your heart, but don’t ignore the needs of your mind and body,” Priya said with a warm yet knowing smile.
As Priya concluded her advice, Kajol reflected deeply on her words. She found herself agreeing with several points—how her heart was often disturbed by unwarranted expectations and how easily she let herself get upset. At the same time, Kajol justified her actions as a sign of her sincerity in maintaining relationships. Priya's remark about physical needs also lingered in her mind, stirring a quiet acknowledgment. Kajol couldn’t help but ask herself, How long will I keep suppressing these feelings within me?
In the silent dialogue between her heart and brain, a realization emerged. The brain conceded that it had limited strength to suppress the natural needs of the body—a phenomenon intrinsic to every human being. The internal debate left Kajol contemplative, caught between reason and emotion.
Just then, a call from Ashish prompted Priya to step back into her room, phone in hand, leaving Kajol alone with her thoughts.
This plunged Kajol into an even deeper spiral of introspection. A question emerged in her mind, persistent and unsettling: Why did you not allow Sachin to fulfill the needs of your body? Do you feel he is incapable of doing so? If not, then what does this mean for your future? Is it even worth continuing? The weight of these thoughts bore down on her, leaving her in a state of profound silence. No immediate answers came to her—only the resonating echoes of her own doubts and uncertainties filled the void, amplifying her inner turmoil.
"Shut up, Kajol. Control your thoughts. Your focus should be on your studies and building your career. Don’t get caught up in such thoughts unnecessarily. Let things happen naturally. Focus on maintaining your relationships, but don’t let emotions cloud them."
Suddenly, Kajol's phone lit up with a message from Tarun. Her breath hitched as she froze, torn between the overwhelming urge to check it and the hesitation that rooted her in place. Confusion swirled in her mind as she debated whether to open the message or ignore it. But before her thoughts could settle, her heart took over, nudging her to read it.
The message read: "I know my sweetheart is upset and angry with me and probably wants to break my head. Wouldn't it be a good idea to fulfill that wish today? How about a dinner together?"
The playful, almost disarming tone of the message caught Kajol off guard. Her lingering anger toward Tarun dissolved like mist under the sun, leaving her heart in a chaotic whirlwind once again. She stared at the words on the screen, her emotions clashing as she wondered how she should respond.
Though her anger had dissipated, Kajol wasn’t about to let Tarun off the hook so easily.
Kajol replied: "Oh! We poor souls had to order food from outside. How thoughtful of you to finally remember me."
Tarun’s response arrived almost instantly: "Well, remembering you is easy, sweetheart. You’ve been stuck in my mind like a song on repeat. But am I forgiven yet, or should I prepare for my grand punishment? Maybe dinner tonight would give you the perfect opportunity to break my head in style?"
Kajol teased back: "Breaking your head alone won’t be enough, Tarun. How about I break your head and legs, just for good measure? Would that work?"
Tarun’s reply came with a grin-inducing charm: "Head, legs, and while you’re at it, throw in my heart too! I’ve heard the best punishments come with a side of delicious food, so what’s stopping us?"
Kajol cursed herself for allowing her message to reveal forgiveness so easily. She realized that Tarun had somehow managed to win her over with just a few playful lines, and it both amused and annoyed her.
“No. Priya returned this afternoon. I wasn’t in the mood to cook, so we ordered food from outside,” Kajol replied, making an effort to sound casual.
“Bring Priya along too. I’ll pick you both up from your place,” Tarun suggested, his tone light yet persuasive.
Kajol knew she was walking straight into his trap, but she couldn’t deny that she was enjoying the exchange far too much to resist.
“She’s tired,” Kajol responded, her reply simple and unassuming.
“Oh, I see. You’re scared to come alone?” Tarun teased, his words laced with playful provocation.
“It’s not that. It’s just not fair to waste food,” Kajol countered, keeping her tone measured, though she could feel the corners of her mouth betraying a smile.
“Then bring the food along with you,” Tarun quipped with a teasing grin. “I’ll show you people who genuinely need it. I promise, the food won’t go to waste—it’ll serve its purpose beautifully... on both sides, technically.”
Kajol felt a pang of embarrassment at the thought of asking Priya for permission. Torn between her emotions and her reason, she typed out a response to Tarun: "Tarun, we’ll have dinner next time."
Her heart hesitated, refusing to let her hit the send button. Yet, her brain, determined to stick to logic, urged her hand forward. With a deep breath, the message was sent, leaving Kajol battling the whirlwind of emotions brewing within her.
"Okay, if you insist," Tarun replied with a tone that hinted at disappointment. "I’ll wait for my chance."
Kajol’s heart sank. She felt awful knowing he was disappointed, but she also didn’t want him to think she was being unnecessarily persistent in turning him down. She quickly typed her reply, hoping to clarify her position.
"Tarun, it’s not about being persistent or rejecting your invitation. It’s just that it’s already late in the evening, and I have work tomorrow. Let’s plan something for the weekend," Kajol responded, trying to strike a balance between politeness and practicality.
His reply came swiftly, tinged with playful self-deprecation. "Alright. You don’t have to feel bad. It’s me—the fool—who missed a golden opportunity. I’ll probably have to wait for a long time since I’m not going to be in the city this weekend."
Tarun’s words were calculated, a subtle trick to gauge Kajol’s true feelings. His playful yet regretful tone left Kajol torn. She knew his absence might leave her thinking about him more, and despite herself, she was beginning to enjoy this intricate game of emotions.
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Kajol paused for a moment, her breath catching. Her heart raced with an undeniable urgency, almost dictating her actions. Her fingers moved on their own, typing the words, "What about tomorrow?" But just as quickly as the message was written, doubt crept into her mind. What if Tarun interpreted her eagerness as desperation? The thought froze her. With a sigh, Kajol deleted the message.
During the gap between deleting her message and struggling to decide what to type next, Kajol’s phone buzzed with a new message from Tarun. It was simple yet striking—a disappointment emoji accompanied by the words: "I believed you had confidence in me as a friend, someone you could freely discuss anything with."
"Hey, Tarun. It’s nothing like what you think," Kajol replied, guilt tugging at her as she typed the words, knowing they weren’t entirely truthful. She hesitated before continuing, trying to maintain a casual tone. "I actually wanted to ask where you’re going, but then I thought it might invade your privacy."
"How could you call it invading my privacy?" Tarun replied, his playful tone evident. "I’d be much happier if you really invaded my privacy by asking who’s accompanying me—and, of course, all the juicy details about the woman." He added a smile emoji with a wink, his charm shining through the screen.
She loved his openness, a quality that felt like a rare gem in her life. For the first time, she felt as though she had found someone who could genuinely make her smile, who could turn simple conversations into something engaging and meaningful.
Though Kajol appreciated the openness and ease she felt with Tarun, the thought of him traveling with another woman stirred emotions she hadn’t anticipated. A pang of unease settled in her chest, unsettling her in ways that confused her. She attempted to reason with herself—why should it matter? Why did this thought, simple and logical on the surface, evoke such a complicated storm within her?
Yet, no amount of reasoning could calm her unsettled heart. The mere idea of him being in the company of someone else felt like an invisible pressure, a quiet ache that lingered. It wasn’t jealousy, or at least that’s what she told herself, but a mix of emotions she struggled to put into words. Beneath it all, Kajol realized there was something growing between her and Tarun—something she couldn’t quite ignore, no matter how much her mind resisted it.
"Hello! Thanks for the approval, but don’t expect the same courtesy from me," Kajol typed, adding a mischievous tone to her words. "I quite enjoy invading someone’s privacy, especially when it’s intriguing—like in your case. So, tell me, who’s the unlucky girl traveling with you?"
She chuckled softly as she hit send, hoping the teasing edge in her message would mask the underlying curiosity and unease in her heart.
"Oh!! My God. Direct assault. I need to be very careful with you!" Tarun replied, his tone dripping with playful exaggeration. "Don’t order a shoot-at-sight notice just yet!" he added with a chuckle. "I was just giving an example, my dear. If I ever took any girl with me, it would be you. No more adventure-seeking in my life after meeting you." He punctuated his message with a scared emoji, adding a touch of humor to soften the moment.
His words, though playful, carried warmth that lingered, leaving Kajol smiling despite herself. The sincerity beneath his humour was impossible to ignore, and it stirred something deep within her.
"Oh!! My little friend got scared," Kajol typed with a playful grin, her words carrying a teasing tone. She purposefully steered the conversation to an end, knowing full well that her heart had skipped a beat the moment Tarun mentioned traveling with her. The thought lingered in her mind, unspoken but undeniable—a quiet yearning she wasn’t ready to confront just yet. Instead, she masked her emotions with humor, hoping to keep things light while her heart raced in the background.
"Yes, I am scared. You’re scarier than Priya described you to be!" Tarun replied, his playful tone evident.
Kajol’s heart skipped a beat when he added, "Oh, so you both had a discussion about me behind my back?" She felt a quiet happiness bloom within her, knowing that Tarun had been curious enough to ask Priya about her before they met.
Tarun continued, "To be honest, when Priya showed me your photo, I was amused by your beauty." His words carried a teasing tone, but then his voice shifted, becoming more serious and filled with admiration. "But the real part that struck me was your strength—your struggle, the way you’ve fought for your rights, and how you’ve handled everything life has thrown at you. Honestly, I’ve never met anyone with the guts to take such risks. You’re truly amazing, Kajol. The way you’ve found ways to be self-dependent, care for others, and still keep going—it’s inspiring."
Before the moment grew too heavy, Tarun lightened the mood with a playful twist. "And of course, your beauty," he added with a teasing grin. "You could kill anyone with that smile of yours."
Kajol couldn’t help but smile, her heart a mix of emotions—flattered, shy, and undeniably drawn to his words. Tarun had a way of making her feel seen, appreciated, and cherished, all in the span of a single conversation
Kajol felt like she was going through one of happy moements in her life after long gap. She couldn’t help but notice the contrast as she reflected on her interactions with Sachin and Tarun. With Tarun, every conversation felt like a breath of fresh air—light, engaging, and full of effortless connection. His openness allowed her to express herself freely, something she realized had been missing in her relationship with Sachin.
Her thoughts shifted to the past several months with Sachin. Their conversations had become routine, almost burdensome. They revolved around discussions of the future, the ever-pressing tensions in their respective households, Sachin’s constant worries and lingering sense of disappointment from being apart, and his repeated frustrations over not being able to visit her city. His detailed inquiries into her daily activities had begun to feel stifling, a reflection of his controlling nature rather than genuine care. The relationship had become an endless cycle of serious discussions and expectations, leaving her feeling emotionally drained.
In contrast, Tarun seemed to bring out a side of her that she had almost forgotten existed—one that was carefree, relaxed, and truly at peace. With him, she could speak her mind freely, without the fear of judgment or the weight of expectations. She felt her values were acknowledged and treated with a deep respect that warmed her heart.
There was no pressure in their conversations—no underlying tensions or obligations—just an effortless exchange of thoughts and energy that felt so natural, so refreshing. It was as if Tarun's presence allowed her to rediscover a part of herself that had been lost in the noise of everyday life. For the first time in what felt like ages, Kajol experienced the liberating joy of being heard, truly heard, and the sense of freedom it brought was almost intoxicating.
When door bell rings, Food came, Kajol messaged him.
Enjoy you dinner, Tarun replied.
What are going to have?
As they settled down to eat, Kajol’s phone rang. Her heart instinctively quickened at the thought of Tarun calling her. But as she glanced at the screen, her excitement faded, replaced by a subtle wave of disappointment—it was Sachin. She sighed but picked up the call, her voice steady as she informed him, “I’m having dinner. I will call after having dinner”
"Hey, you can talk while eating," Sachin responded, his tone dismissive of her preference.
Kajol felt a sting of irritation, a feeling she hadn’t expected to surface so strongly. In the past, she might have patiently explained herself, tried to make him understand why she didn’t like talking while eating. But tonight was different. Something about his disregard for her boundaries struck a chord, and she couldn’t push the feeling aside.
"Sachin, I will call after dinner," she said firmly, her tone carrying an unmistakable finality.
When she returned to dining table, why are you scaring that poor boy? Priya asked.
"Priya, sometimes he feels like his time and activities are the only ones that matter," Kajol said, her tone reflecting a mixture of frustration and fatigue. Priya, sensing the depth in her words, chose not to probe further. Instead, a knowing smile crossed her face—a quiet acknowledgment of what was left unsaid.
That smile seemed to hold an unspoken truth, signaling the subtle but inevitable shift in Kajol's life. It was a clear sign of the growing distance that had begun to take root—a distance born out of years of quiet endurance, now finally giving way to the small, decisive reactions of a woman whose patience had been pushed beyond its limit.
As Kajol washed the dishes, her mind lingered on her reaction to Sachin. A pang of guilt settled in her chest—not because she believed her anger was unwarranted, but because of the harshness in her tone. She acknowledged to herself that her reason for being upset was valid; she didn’t feel the need to apologize for standing firm on her boundaries. However, she couldn’t shake the regret over how she had expressed it.
When she finished her chores, she picked up the phone and dialed Sachin. As they spoke, Kajol could sense the disappointment in his voice, a subtle indication that her anger had left its mark. Yet, she didn’t try to justify herself or explain her frustration. Deep down, she knew she had made her feelings clear and that it was important for Sachin to understand her dislikes without compromise. Still, a quiet guilt lingered—she wished she had expressed herself with more calmness, more care, even though she trusted Sachin’s ability to grasp her perspective. In the midst of their conversation, Kajol's mind wandered briefly, tempted by the thought of messaging Tarun. But just as quickly as the idea surfaced, a sense of self-integrity pulled her back. She reminded herself of the importance of being present in the moment and staying true to her values.
For a fleeting moment, Kajol's mind wavered. Her thoughts, tangled in a web of emotions, pulled her away from her conversation with Sachin. She told herself firmly, If you decide to pursue a relationship with Tarun, then Sachin deserves honesty—no shadows, no secrets. But even as she made that resolution, another question crept in: Is it time?
Her heart, thudding with questions, was silenced by her mind’s sudden clarity. The answer was simple yet profound: Take Priya’s advice. Life has a long way to go. A sense of calm washed over Kajol as she repeated those words internally. She realized the best part of life was savoring the present—happiness didn’t have to hinge on a lover or a husband. True joy could come from meaningful friendships, from the company of those who uplifted her and brought positivity into her life.
She reminded herself not to weigh her heart down with unnecessary complexities. You like Tarun, she thought, and you enjoy his company and friendship. That’s enough for now. Let the future unfold in its own time. As the wisdom settled in her heart, Kajol resolved to cherish the simplicity of the moment without placing heavy burdens on what it might lead to.
The call had stretched well beyond their usual duration, leaving Kajol reflective as she finally disconnected. Almost instinctively, she reached for her phone, curious to see if there was a message from Tarun. Sure enough, there it was—a picture of him indulging in a plate of steaming Pani Puri at what looked like a lively street-side stall. Along with the photo, he had added a playful touch: an emoji of a stuffed stomach and another with a satisfied, teeka-smeared grin.
Kajol couldn't help but smile as she stared at Tarun's photo, the lively street food scene sparking memories of her college hostel days. Those were nights filled with laughter and camaraderie, indulging in late-night snacks with friends, carefree and unburdened by life’s complexities. The nostalgia brought a pang of longing, an ache for the simplicity of those moments.
A wistful thought crept into her mind: What if I could recreate that feeling tonight? She imagined herself stepping into the vibrant energy of a roadside stall, sharing a meal with Tarun—enjoying his teasing remarks, his stories, and the playful banter that had begun to make her days lighter
"Go home and sleep. I know you didn’t get enough rest last night," Kajol had said, her tone laced with genuine care. When no reply came from Tarun, a flicker of disappointment crossed her mind. But almost immediately, she reasoned with herself—he might be driving, after all. The thought eased her feelings, replacing them with quiet understanding.
As the night deepened, Kajol slipped into bed, pulling the blanket snugly around her.
Kajol placed her phone gently beside her pillow and drifted into sleep, her mind swirling with vivid thoughts. Her dreams carried her to curious questions about Tarun’s travel destination, wondering where his journey might lead him. His playful words about taking her as his companion lingered, now blossoming into meaningful reflections in her heart. A wish, unspoken yet undeniable, began to take shape—a longing to travel with him and share in the adventures he had hinted at.
Her thoughts meandered to her cancelled trip with Priya, a plan she had looked forward to until Priya’s unexpected work developments put it on hold. While she understood the reasons, it left a faint tinge of disappointment. Kajol couldn’t help but think how a trip with Tarun could restore that sense of excitement she had been hoping for—something carefree, lively, and full of the enjoyment she had envisioned with Priya.
When Kajol noticed her phone's display light up, she realized her thoughtful decision to keep the phone nearby had saved her from completely missing Tarun's call despite being on silent mode. She quickly attended the call, curious yet drowsy.
"Hey, hugging the pillow and ready for sleep?" Tarun’s voice came through, warm and teasing. His question startled Kajol for a moment, as it mirrored her exact position—curled up, clutching her pillow.
A smirking smile crept onto her face as she replied, "Oh!! So, Priya has told you more than what needed to be shared?" Her tone was playful yet carried a mock accusation, making her amusement evident.
Tarun's playful question carried a light-hearted tone, but for Kajol, it struck a sensitive chord. "Oh!! I thought that when you like someone, you would feel every breath of theirs," he teased. "I guess I’ll need to explain everything about myself every time since you lack that ability—or maybe you can’t like someone that deeply?"
Though his words had been playful, Kajol couldn’t ignore the lingering ache they left in her heart. It was as if his remark had illuminated something she had been avoiding—her hesitancy, her cautious approach, and how they may have sown seeds of doubt in their connection. She realized that her guardedness might not only have made Tarun question her sincerity but had also left her questioning herself.
As the weight of guilt settled in, Kajol felt the need to make a clear decision. She couldn’t keep treading the middle ground, unsure and hesitant. Trust had to be either given wholeheartedly or not at all. She resolved that no more invisible lines would divide their relationship—no more overthinking or keeping herself at a safe distance.
To lighten the mood and subtly probe deeper, Kajol softened her tone with playful intent. "Hello, how am I supposed to understand you," she teased, a smile evident in her voice, "when the stories about you seem to change with every girl?"
Though her words were light-hearted, Kajol's curiosity carried a deeper undertone. She wanted to unravel the layers of Tarun's intentions toward her, to truly understand where she stood in his life.
Tarun: "Kajol, you strike at the right spot—completely made me speechless. That was a good counter-question. I like your curiosity and the way you want to dig deeper."
Kajol: smiling "Well, someone has to keep you on your toes, Tarun. Don’t I deserve some clarity?"
Tarun: chuckling softly "Do you think someone can fully explain what they feel about the person they love the most just through words? It’s more about the courage to act on those feelings, or maybe the shared emotions in the other person’s heart, that truly bring out the answer."
Kajol: intrigued, her smile softening "Go on… What are you really trying to say?"
Tarun: serious tone "I want to be honest with you. I truly enjoy your friendship, Kajol. I want you in my life—always. But I’ve never been the kind of person to force love or expect someone to feel the same way I do. I don’t even know where my life is heading, and I wouldn’t want to tie anyone else into my uncertainties."
Kajol: listening carefully, her expression thoughtful "So you’re saying…?"
Tarun: pausing for a moment "I’ve never thought of marriage or settling into a life of a ‘typical’ husband. But I know what I want—a partner. It could be a life partner or even a friend, but someone who can stand by me through everything: the highs and lows, the joys and the sorrows, the fun and the challenges. Your presence in my life already offers that, Kajol, and it brings me closer to you."
Kajol: heart fluttering, a little overwhelmed . Her heart fluttered, emotions swirling as she tried to make sense of everything Tarun had said
Tarun's voice carried a gentle warmth as he spoke, his words filled with thoughtfulness. "Kajol, I know how serious you are about your life—how much thought you’ve put into everything, including your past relationship with Sachin and the challenges that came afterward. I would never want to add confusion or unnecessary worries to your life, especially about us."
He paused, his tone softening further. "I want you to be free—to live your life as you are, without any burdens weighing you down. But at the same time, I cherish every moment we share, and I want to continue cherishing them.
Kajol was left speechless, her heart overwhelmed by the clarity and sincerity in Tarun's words. She reflected on how rare it was to encounter someone who could express their thoughts with such depth and honesty. In that moment, she felt truly blessed to have Tarun in her life—a marvellous friend who brought lightness and meaning to her days.
Although her heart experienced small waves of uncertainty, Kajol made a conscious decision not to overthink or burden herself with questions about the future of their relationship. She resolved instead to cherish the connection they shared, embracing each moment and every opportunity to enjoy his company. For now, she wanted to live in the present, savouring the warmth and joy that Tarun’s presence brought, without complicating it with unnecessary expectations.
Kajol: A jealous tone reflected in her voice. "No wonder how you flatter the ladies."
Tarun: In a teasing tone. "You mean, the girls who shared a bed with me?"
Kajol: Raising an eyebrow, her sarcasm sharp. "Or else? Are you secretly married and living with your wife? No, right?"
Hey, there is no romance, my dear. That is pure sex. As long as my body and stamina in bed continue, they will come back to me. No need for much effort. You just need to take care of your physique, status, and, most importantly, the money to pay their bills, Tarun replied in a tone of despair.
"Stop your extracurricular activities from today," Kajol thought to tell Tarun, wanting to put a ban on his life as a playboy. However, her wisdom held her back, and she asked herself, Are you going to change a person whom you like for how he lives his life and bring him into the same depressed life you’ve been trying to escape from?
Kajol: laughing softly "Oh my God, I can never win an argument with you! By the way, when are you traveling?"
Tarun: with a calm tone "I’m planning to leave on Wednesday. Since the monsoon has started in that region, it will be really fun to drive. I don’t want to rush things, so I decided to leave a bit early."
Kajol: her curiosity piqued "Oh! That’s nice. I’ve never traveled through that region. I’ve only seen pictures, and it looks absolutely beautiful."
Tarun: serious but hopeful "I mean it, Kajol. It would be great fun and make me really happy if you could join me."
His invitation made Kajol pause, rethinking the idea. For a fleeting moment, she considered saying yes but then remembered the other challenges she would have to face if she agreed. She gently declined once again.
Kajol: with a thoughtful tone "I really wish I could come, Tarun. But let’s plan for next time, for sure."
As she spoke, Kajol meant it with all her heart. She made a silent promise to herself that when the next opportunity came, she would prepare herself better—ready to share those moments with Tarun, free of hesitation.
Tarun: with an understanding tone "No worries, Kajol, it’s your decision.
Kajol: curious, a little hesitant "When are you coming back?"
Tarun: with a casual chuckle "I can’t really promise an exact time, but I’ll make sure I’m back before Sunday evening."
Kajol paused, her thoughts lingering on his words. Sunday evening suddenly felt like an eternity—a stretch of days that seemed far too long for her to not see him. A quiet sense of disappointment settled in her heart, though she tried her best to mask it.
Kajol: "It’s late at night. You didn’t sleep properly yesterday either. Wishing you a tight sleep," she said with care.
Tarun: pretending to be disappointed, his tone playful "Kajol, your words just pushed me from the top of happiness to the bottom. I was on cloud nine, and now you’re ending the conversation? This was not expected."
Kajol: quickly, with concern "Hey, I didn’t mean it like that!"
Tarun: laughing softly "Just kidding. You’re actually right about me. I didn’t sleep yesterday. Let me go and get some rest."
His words brought a sense of relief to Kajol, knowing he was taking care of himself.
Kajol: smiling softly "Good night."
Tarun: with warmth "Good night, sweetheart."
Just as they were about to disconnect, Tarun added with a mischievous tone, "Hey, keep that pillow in the middle of your legs. This time, please consider that pillow as me. If you hug it tightly with your legs, I’ll feel it. That’ll help me get a tight sleep," he said with a naughty smile.
Though his words were meant to tease her, Kajol couldn’t help but feel a fleeting temptation to actually do it. She quickly brushed the thought aside and replied in a tone of fake anger, "Shut up and good night."
"Please," Tarun playfully insisted, his voice carrying a hint of mock pleading.
"Tarun, I’m disconnecting now. If we continue, you’ll come up with even stranger ideas like this," Kajol said, shaking her head with a mix of amusement and exasperation.
Before he could respond, the call was disconnected, leaving both of them smiling on their respective ends, their playful banter lingering in the air.
When Kajol looked at the pillow after disconnecting the phone, a strange yet comforting thought crossed her mind—it felt as though Tarun was right there. She picked up the pillow, holding it in her hands as she switched off the light. Initially, she intended to place it aside, but the realization of how much she missed him made her pause.
In a moment of playful indulgence, she hugged the pillow tightly, letting herself imagine it was him. A soft chuckle escaped her as she felt a little naughty for giving the pillow a quick kiss
"When she tightened her hug, the pillow pressed against her boobs. Since her mind was literally imagining the pillow as Tarun, she felt a pleasant sensation spread all over her body. A couple of kisses were planted on the pillow as her body started to dip into the pleasure. When her body sought more, her fingers started to unbutton her shirt and made the front wide open. "She still lacked satisfaction when the inners came as a hindrance. Kajol removed the shirt and bra from her body and hugged the pillow with deepened intensity. When she felt like Tarun asking her to give her nipples to him, she brings the side of pillow and pressed against her nipples. By imagining her nipples getting sucked by Tarun, Kajol started to circle the tip of pillow around her nipples. As her imagination deepened, her actions became more precise. Her hands went inside the bottom pants and started to help the inching of her pussy. "The movement of her fingers started at a slow pace, but the intensity quickly increased. When Kajol felt wetness in her bottom, she tried to control by tightening her thighs. The more intense her body started to react, the pillow became wet from the kisses she placed on it. When her wetness in her pussy became uncontrivable, her body demanded the feel of Tarun on it. Kajol quickly slid off her pants and placed the pillow between her thighs. She pressed pillow against her pussy with great force and tight. When the side lining of the pillow brushed against her pussy walls, she imagined it to be Tarun licking them. She pressed the pillow hard and gave the maximum possible entry to Tarun into her pussy.
Kajol moan loudly when she reached the peak of excitement and pleasure. Finally, when she reached the height of orgasm at its finest, she was gasping heavily. Kajol thought of wearing her dress, but the unsettled desires made the pillow stay between her thighs. She didn’t know when she slipped into sleep.
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