04-04-2025, 05:54 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-04-2025, 03:00 PM by mindset00007. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
When Sachin's hands tightened around Kajol during their hug, she remained silent, not wanting to ruin Sachin's happiness. Although she was hugging him, her fingers waited anxiously to pull away once Sachin released her. Kajol wondered why she felt no excitement upon meeting him. Was it because her love for him had faded, or was it the feelings inside her urging her to move on in life? Or perhaps it was the worry about not receiving a response to the message she had sent to Tarun.
Her heart pounded hard when she faced the false alarm of the trip being canceled due to a last-minute urgency for Tarun. While still hugging Sachin, Kajol couldn't help but glance at her mobile screen, seeking distractions. A small, mischievous act—Sachin pressing lightly on her bumps—gave her the reason to step out of his embrace.
"Sachin, what are you doing?" she said, breaking the moment.
Sachin's face grew worried at her reaction. "Kajol, what happened? I was just being playful. I'm sorry if my actions felt like a great sin to you," Sachin said apologetically.
Kajol felt bad for reacting to him that way.
"Sachin, you know I don't like it when someone touches my bumps," Kajol said in a light tone, justifying her reaction.
"Kajol, you’ve changed so much—more than I ever expected," Sachin replied.
Kajol felt anger bubbling inside at Sachin’s comment, but she chose not to respond, not wanting to hurt him.
Sachin, can we stop dragging on this matter? Kajol asked.
Ok, your wish.
Kajol felt deeply irritated by Sachin's tone. She had always hated the way he responded when he was in the wrong, often behaving as though the fault lay with someone else.
Where are your new friends?
I messaged Tarun and am waiting for his reply. Priya isn’t joining us because of urgent work at her office," Kajol replied.
"Oh! So Tarun is the only one joining us?" Sachin said, his tone carrying a subtle double meaning.
Yes, Sachin. Only the three of us will be there. If you have any problem, I’ll inform Tarun about canceling the trip," Kajol said firmly, her tone bold and unwavering.
"What problem could I possibly have?" Sachin replied, his voice calm but laced with a hint of suppressed emotions. "You’ve already said you want to enjoy life, and if your friendships make you happy, then why should it be an issue for me?"
Despite his composed words, Sachin couldn't fully hide the unease brewing within him. He disliked the idea of Tarun joining them, but observing the changes in Kajol, he chose not to hurt her ego. The fear of losing her loomed heavily in his mind, casting a shadow of worry over him. Still, he maintained his outward calm, carefully masking the storm of emotions roiling inside.
"That beggar isn’t answering my call!" Kajol muttered with frustration as she focused on dialing Tarun’s number.
While Kajol was engrossed in connecting with Tarun, Sachin’s attention shifted to her flat. He took in the surroundings, quietly assessing Priya’s lifestyle. Without a shred of doubt, Sachin deduced that Priya must have a substantial income—renting a two-bedroom flat in this city required a hefty amount.
His gaze wandered further, landing on the showcase displaying various wine and liquor bottles. Instantly, he realized the strong influence Priya’s friendship had on Kajol’s behavior. A sense of unease crept over him as his mind swirled with thoughts. He began devising plans—not only to bring Kajol back into his life but also to protect her from the hands he considered harmful.
"Kajol, he must be busy. Why not wait for his call instead of dialing him repeatedly?" We have no hurry. Sachin said, noticing Kajol’s impatient behavior.
When Kajol realized that Sachin was observing her, she maintained her patience and tried to mask her irritation and worries.
"Would you like something to drink? Coffee or tea?" Kajol asked, attempting to find a reason to step away from his gaze.
I had in morning.
I need to use washroom. Please have seat. I will return soon.
When Kajol was walking towards her bedroom, Sachin took a free moment to gaze at her rounded ass. A few extra pounds on her body had only added to her allure, enhancing her natural beauty. "Though he felt offended by Kajol's reaction, the memories of enjoying the plumpness of her ass awaken his dick.
Sachin dialed his friend as he stepped out of her flat.
"Hey, I’m at her flat," Sachin said.
Good "I guess you might be lingering behind her? His friend asked.
Shut up, don’t bring your assumptions.
"Remember, don’t let her take control of you. Don’t forget what I advised you. Make this trip unforgettable for her. Show your skills and ensure she’s yours before you return. Make sure she always remembers you and seeks you in her bed every night," his friend said.
"I’m on it, but there’s a problem," Sachin said.
"What problem?" his friend asked.
Kajol’s roommate Priya isn’t coming, but a new friend, Tarun, is joining the trip. I thought Tarun was Priya’s boyfriend, but now that he’s coming alone, I have some doubts," Sachin said.
Man, don’t show your doubts in front of her. That will give her an easy way to walk away. You must focus only on what you want to achieve on this trip. To be honest, I’m feeling jealous just thinking about you and Kajol sharing one bed tonight," his friend said.
"Shut up, bastard," Sachin replied.
"Send some pics of yours," his friend said with a mischievous smile.
I know the purpose. I’m sorry, dear. I need to disconnect now. If I need any help, I’ll call,Sachin said and disconnected.
Kajol sat in the washroom, feeling like crying. She couldn’t understand why hatred for Tarun had suddenly entered her mind. There was no time to distinguish between hate and love because Tarun’s call came at that very instant. Without a second thought, Kajol answered the phone, disregarding the decision she had made just moments before.
Don’t get angry on me, I will explain you when meet. Are you ready? Tarun asked.
No, I’m standing naked," Kajol replied, her anger and disappointment reflected in her tone.
"Oh! I see. Then I’ll get there quickly so I don’t miss the golden moments," he said in a playful tone.
His voice eased her tensions and allowed her to enjoy their conversation.
"Come fast. I’m tired of waiting," she said before disconnecting the call.
After the call disconnected, she received a message:
Tarun: "Hey, please don’t come in office suits. Wear something that makes the driver’s ride more interesting. If you don’t care about the driver, at least care about nature. It will give you cool air, but we shouldn’t be so cruel to it by covering ourselves with full attire.
Kajol: "Oh! Sounds interesting demand. What’s the driver’s expectation? Thigh-high shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt?" Kajol wrote in a flirtatious tone.
Tarun: "Oh no! That outfit will make our car fall into chaos." A knee-length skirt and a V-cut t-shirt will do.
Kajol: Oh acting decent. I am already dressed. Come fast.
Kajol came out from bathroom with happy face. When she went to living room, Sachin was sitting on sofa.
Kajol asked, "Sachin, do you mind if I wear shorts? These jeans aren’t comfortable."
Sachin replied, "Why do you need to ask me? Wear whatever makes you comfortable. I was also wondering why you chose tight jeans for a long journey."
Kajol felt uneasy coming in front of Sachin while wearing the short pants. She purposefully ignored the lustful brightness emerging in Sachin's eyes. Feeling shy, she had bought a few pairs to use during the planned trip with Priya. Instead of buying the hot pants suggested by Priya, Kajol decided on knee-length ones, which felt like a better choice for her.
Sachin couldn’t take his eyes off Kajol. He felt incredibly lucky to have such a wonderful girl in his life. A self-indulgent man, he couldn’t help but drift into dreams of the private moments he hoped to share with Kajol. At the same time, his mind wrestled with doubts, forcing him to question whether such a beautiful girl could truly remain untouched by the men in this city.
Sachin longed for one more hug, yearning for the soft touch of her body. However, fearing that the moment might spiral into another disaster, he restrained his emotions and held back.
Sachin observed the nervousness on her face and guessed it was due to the lack of response from her friend. Sachin continued to pray that Tarun would cancel the trip, giving him a chance to take the lead. But his happiness was short-lived as Kajol's face lit up when her phone started ringing.
"'Hi, Tarun. Where have you reached?' Kajol asked.
'Oh! They’ve talked before?' Sachin wondered, his face turning gloomy.
Yes, Sachin is here with me. We are waiting for the king to arrive,' Kajol said.
Sachin noticed Kajol listening to him, her shyness evident on her face during the conversation.
Chi, you have no other thoughts in mind? Sachin is a decent man, not like you,' Kajol said in a slightly seductive tone.
Taking a clue from her response, Sachin realized that Tarun was discussing something adulterous. However, the way Kajol seemed to enjoy it brought both worry and disappointment to him. Without a second thought, he mentally added Tarun to his 'dangerous list.’
When a Range Rover stopped in front of them, Sachin's blood ran cold. He hadn't expected to encounter someone of such wealth. His worries shattered his confidence. Though he tried to console himself, fear took over and consumed him entirely.
Tarun came out quickly and approached Sachin. Although Sachin wanted to mirror the happiness shining on Tarun's face, he found himself captivated by Tarun's charm.
When Tarun extended his hand for a handshake, Sachin responded robotically, as if on autopilot. The moment he saw Tarun, he was struck by his handsome appearance, leaving him in shock. Overwhelmed, Sachin couldn't help but feel like a loser in front of Tarun, as his inferiority complex quickly took hold.
Sachin, forget Kajol. She is no longer your pride. There's no reason her heart shouldn't fall for Tarun,' he said to himself.
After the handshake, Tarun turned toward Kajol. The expressions they shared subtly symbolized the deep connection between them—something Sachin immediately recognized with a single observation.
'Hey Kajol, I’m sorry, my dear. Don’t break my head for being late,' Tarun said.
As Tarun moved closer to her, they embraced warmly. The sound of her laughter triggered doubt in Sachin's mind—was Tarun's touch lighthearted, or did it carry a hint of mischief? Though his heart pounded with unease, Sachin maintained an outward facade of happiness.
When the two shared a hug in front of him, Sachin struggled to convince himself that the intensity between them was confined to mere friendship.
Was the hug something Kajol welcomed, or did she embrace Tarun simply to avoid disappointing him? Sachin couldn’t find an answer, no matter how hard he tried.
Tarun helped Kajol place the bags in the back and ensured she was comfortable in the back seat. Sachin settled into the front seat, and their journey began.
Hey Sachin, why are you so quiet? Tarun's voice jolted Sachin out of his thoughts.
Is there even a gap left for me to speak? Sachin replied with a double-meaning tone. He had intended to sound humorous, but the anger and irritation brewing inside him caused his voice to come across as arrogant and unpleasant.
Kajol, your boyfriend is getting jealous and angry,' Tarun said, modulating his voice in a playful tone.
Sachin's anger surged when Tarun poked fun at him. However, mindful of the risk of offending Tarun, Sachin chose to suppress his emotions and responded in a playful, humorous manner instead. Despite this, he felt a deep resentment toward Kajol for not supporting him or taking offense at Tarun's remarks that undermined her boyfriend.
Tarun, will you stop pulling Sachin's leg? He’s not like you,' Kajol said firmly.
Sachin pretended not to be bothered by Tarun's words, but he felt a wave of relief when Kajol finally came to his defence.
Sorry, my dear. Now you two have become a couple, and this poor soul is left all alone,' Tarun said with mock sorrow.
I was hoping one of your girlfriends would be in the car when Priya decided to quit. What made you decide to come alone?' Kajol asked with a playful tone.
When Kajol noticed Tarun's confused expression in the mirror, she regretted her unnecessary attempt to make Sachin believe that Priya was also part of the plan.
'I purposefully avoided it to keep them from getting jealous of you,' Tarun replied in a similar tone. The glance he gave her through the mirror seemed to silently question whether he had managed the situation well.
While Tarun and Kajol were engaged in their flirtatious conversation, Sachin felt a temporary relief upon hearing Kajol's perspective about Tarun. However, based on his continuous observation of their interactions over the past few hours, Sachin became certain of Kajol’s deep connection with Tarun. He was convinced that Tarun held great admiration and value in Kajol’s mind, yet it hadn’t crossed the point he feared the most. Knowing Kajol’s behaviour, Sachin got confident that Kajol will not fall in love with a man like Tarun’s nature.
The tension within Sachin eased, allowing him to join their conversation with more enthusiasm.
'Kajol, I guess Sachin had his mouth on charge, and now it’s fully charged!' Tarun quipped as Sachin became noticeably talkative.
Spare this poor man, Sachin said to Tarun like funny surrendering tone.
Don’t you feel hungry?' Kajol asked casually, but Tarun was quick to respond.
I’m starving, but if you can wait for another 15 minutes, I’ll take you both to a nice restaurant. It’s not a big place, but their food and ambiance are superb. he added confidently.
The car stopped at a small restaurant perched atop a hill. It couldn't quite be categorized as a restaurant but could be described as a modern dhaba. The place featured a few cottage-style dining areas, offering a breathtaking panoramic view of the Western Ghats.
When Kajol stepped outside, she began to shiver from the biting cold. The mist drifting through the mountain gaps intensified the chill, heightening the frosty atmosphere around her. Kajol loved the cold climate and couldn’t help but think about how sitting in air-conditioned car had robbed her of the chance to truly enjoy such moments before.
When Tarun was parking the car, she has waited for him.
Kajol, if you don’t have a sweater, there’s one in my bag. Please wear it,' Sachin offered, intending to show his care and concern for her. However, Kajol’s response was simply to refuse his suggestion, brushing off his idea with a casual demeanor.
Sachin, I love this place! I never realized we were passing through such beautiful spots. Look at those mountains—aren’t they stunning?' Kajol said, her voice filled with admiration.
'These areas always have rain and mist. The chill in the air is because of the rain,' Sachin commented, adding a touch of insight.
As Tarun finished parking the car, Kajol stood waiting for him. When he joined her, he casually held her hand and walked her toward the restaurant. Sachin felt a sharp pang of discomfort at the gesture, and his unease deepened as Kajol rested her hand on Tarun’s shoulder while he spoke to the reception staff. Sachin longed to pull Kajol away from Tarun, but his lack of confidence held him back, leaving him feeling powerless.
Sachin reached out and gently held Kajol's shoulder, pulling her closer to him. 'You'll feel warm in my arms,' he said softly.
'Sachin, please let go. I want to enjoy the cold weather,' Kajol replied, her tone carrying clear disapproval. Embarrassed by her reaction, Sachin quickly released her.
Sachin had hoped Kajol would walk with him, but when she chose to walk beside Tarun instead, it deepened Sachin's disappointment.
They were guided to private hut and once they settled and place order, Kajol invited both to join the photo section.
During couple photo section, Sachin noticed Kajol kept a little gap during Tarun taking their photos but he dditn see any such gap when Sachin took their photos. Sachin was expecting food but the boy served chilled beer at first.
Tarun, are you going to drive after drink? Sachin asked.
Come on, man, it’s just one beer. Don’t be so judgmental. Let’s start the party!' Tarun said enthusiastically as he handed a beer to everyone and raised his glass for a toast before taking a sip.
Sachin hesitated, his mind clouded with confusion. But when Kajol joined Tarun’s pace without hesitation, Sachin felt he had no other option but to follow along.
Meanwhile, Kajol kept observing Sachin’s face closely. For reasons she couldn’t quite explain, she found herself amused when Tarun openly teased Sachin about his judgmental attitude—a trait that Kajol secretly found to be one of the most irritating aspects of Sachin’s personality.
Once Sachin's mind eased, he began to truly enjoy the moment and appreciated the idea of ordering beer. It reminded him of the saying that ice cream tastes best in cold climates—he experienced a similar sensation as he started to savor the taste of beer. The second round became a unanimous decision, and they continued to have a great time together.
For Sachin, it was the first time witnessing Kajol finish two bottles of beer without hesitation, yet he didn’t find it offensive in any way.
At the same time, Kajol was equally surprised by the changes in Sachin. She had never seen him drink more than a single bottle, but now, in front of her, he had polished off two bottles and wore an expression that seemed to say, I could go for one more.
Suddenly, a message on Tarun’s phone caught his attention, and the change in his expression filled Kajol with concern. Tarun stood up, dialling someone as he stepped out of the hut to speak with the person.
Though the matter didn’t directly involve Kajol, the worry etched on Tarun’s face left her feeling uneasy. She silently hoped that it wasn’t bad news for him.
When her attention shifted to Sachin, who was sipping a local drink he had ordered after two beers, Kajol realized her earlier perception of him was incorrect. Despite appearing relaxed a few minutes ago, it became clear he was still struggling to handle more than one or two drinks.
Kajol, how did you two meet?' Sachin asked her, his curiosity apparent.
As told you, he is friend of Priya. Kajol replied.
Seems like his father is some industrialist?' Sachin asked, his tone carrying an unintended hint of mockery.
Kajol, displeased with the indirect jab at Tarun, responded sharply, 'Sachin, he’s a self-made man. His father is just a humble teacher. Not everyone builds their fortune through inherited wealth.
The firmness in Kajol’s tone struck Sachin deeply, making him realize that no matter how subtly he tried to criticize Tarun, it would inevitably backfire. With this realization, Sachin decided to drop the topic of Tarun altogether.
Madam, the food is ready. Shall we bring it now?' the waiter asked. Kajol quickly replied, 'Please bring it after Tarun returns.
Meanwhile, Sachin asked, 'Where is the restroom?' The waiter pointed him in the right direction, and Sachin made his way there. Kajol noticed his unsteady steps, his legs stumbling slightly, but she didn’t pay much attention. Her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Tarun, silently hoping he wasn’t dealing with any bad news.
When Tarun returned with a pleasant expression, Kajol felt her worries melt away.
'Hey, what happened? Is everything alright?' Kajol asked, her voice tinged with concern.
'It’s all part of the business. Don’t worry, my dear,' Tarun replied reassuringly, giving her a playful pinch on the cheek before settling into the chair next to her.
"'Where’s your boyfriend?' Tarun asked casually.
'He went to the loo,' Kajol replied.
'I’ll be back after the loo too,' Tarun said as he got up from his seat and started to walk away.
'Then I’ll join you,' Kajol added with a playful tone, following him.
Are you coming to help me in the loo?' Tarun teased, keeping up with her playful energy.
Not sure if the cold will even let him wake up,' he added with a mischievous grin.
Kajol pinched on his skin hard.
Stop your nonsense, or I’ll pull your skin off!' Kajol said with mock irritation as their journey came to a halt in front of a restroom marked 'Male.' She paused and asked, 'Is there no toilet for females?
Is there any difference between the urine coming from a male or female body? Tarun replied in a calm tone. The ladies' toilet is on the other side. If you want to use that one specifically, you’ll need to go around. Otherwise, we can use this one.
With a playful grin, he added, 'Ladies first,' and insisted Kajol enter first
As it was past lunchtime and the restaurant was empty, Kajol entered without hesitation. Moreover, the solitude and her confidence in Tarun made her feel completely at ease.
As she washed her pussy area after using the restroom, the icy chill of her fingers sent a wave of sensations coursing through her body when it touched her clits. Kajol's fingers paused for a moment, but when her body yearned for more, her finger resumed rubbing inside her pussy. When her nails dug hard into the inside of her pussy, the pleasure with little pain it caused in generating a moan from her mouth.
Hello, are you planning to stay inside forever?' Tarun’s knock and voice snapped Kajol back to reality, pulling her out of her thoughts. Kajol felt a shame while looking at the face of Tarun when came out.
His mischievous smile seemed to hint at some knowledge of what had been happening inside, which brought a wave of embarrassment over Kajol. She wondered if her moan had been loud enough to be heard outside, but her mind reassured her that Tarun was simply bluffing and playing around. This thought brought her a sense of confidence and ease.
Hey, how are you holding up? It’s freezing!' Tarun’s comment from the toilet brought a smile to Kajol’s face.
When Tarun came out, Kajol noticed a change in his expression. She saw a hint of something libidinous in his character, a stark contrast to the person he had been just moments earlier.
Kajol initially wanted to counter and stop him right away, but deep down, she realized that a part of her was quietly enjoying the shift in dynamics.
What happened, man? You seem to be in a different mood after coming out of the toilet,' Kajol asked in a playful tone.
'When I touched mine, I realized how cold my fingers were. I missed a soft and warm touch at that moment,' Tarun replied with a mischievous grin.
Oh, poor boy,' Kajol teased.
'Yeah, someone who promised a warm touch backed out at the last moment. Poor boy, I really feel pity,' Tarun replied with a playful smirk.
For a fleeting moment, Kajol’s thoughts playfully entertained the idea of turning her imagination into reality. Her eyes scanned their surroundings—they stood at the end of a passage, isolated, with no sign of anyone nearby. Her gaze landed on Tarun’s face, silently posing the hidden question: 'Are you serious?
Her heartbeat quickened as Tarun moved even closer. Was it willingness, curiosity, affection, an inner feeling, or love? She couldn’t identify which force was propelling her in that moment. Tarun then placed his hands gently on her waist, pulling her closer to him.
Tarun, what are you doing?' Kajol's voice carried hesitation, but her body language betrayed her words, reflecting something entirely different.
I am holding my love," Tarun said in a confident tone. In that moment, Kajol felt as though the strong decisions and oaths she had taken no longer had the strength to hold her back.
Kajol attempted to hide the vulnerability in her unfaithful eyes, but when Tarun gently lifted her face by her chin, her features seemed to surrender, responding instinctively to his touch.
Kajol, you can’t keep running from your feelings forever. What is it that scares you—the short-term troubles or the lifelong challenges? I believe in your strength; you have the courage to face anything life throws at you.
You don’t love Sachin anymore—your face gives it away. You’re in love with me. Even Sachin has realized it.
As Tarun spoke, Kajol remained a silent listener, and her body surrendered quietly to the conquest of his hands on her.
Tarun, her words were silenced as they dissolved into his mouth. Her lips happily surrendered to the tender care of their conqueror—Tarun's lips. Kajol’s hands didn’t shy away from participating. She placed them gently on either side of his face, supporting and deepening the kiss. The brief pause from Tarun allowed Kajol to fully embrace her willingness and confirm the unwavering decision about what she wanted in life.
As they entered into the second round, Kajol became a more active participant in the kiss, her actions reflecting her growing confidence and willingness. Though Sachin’s face briefly surfaced in her mind, no distractions could disrupt the intimacy they were sharing.
It wasn’t the fear of being in public or the risk of getting caught that occupied her mind. Instead, it was the yearning for more privacy in that moment that led her to guide him into the toilet.
As soon as the door closed, she entered into Tarun's arms. His embrace melted away her remaining worries, and her body longed for deeper intimacy. Soon, her body instinctively followed the guidance of his hands, delighting in the playful and teasing actions they brought to her. She realized she had received what she truly wanted in life when he hugged her tightly. The comfort and safety she experienced surpassed her expectations, giving her more than she had ever asked for.
Tarun’s hesitation in taking liberties with her body worried Kajol. She feared that he might still doubt her love. But as his hands began to move beyond the boundaries, Kajol’s tension melted away, replaced by a sense of reassurance.
"Kajol kissed him deeply as he held her tightly in his arms. The strength of his encirclement gave her a sense of protection and safety beyond anything she had ever dreamed of. As her hands moved across his back, her fingers revelled in the feel of his firm, well-defined muscles.
As their kiss deepened, she found herself wishing it would never end.
Kajol’s heart and body felt complete as he placed his hands on her ass and pressed his bulge against her pussy top. The hands of Tarun on her ass started to press gently. When her body was pressed from both sides, Kajol’s body twisted instinctively within his grip.
Tarun broke the kiss at the moment when Kajol reached the peak of her pleasure, where her body and mind longed to become his. The disappointment was evident on her face seeking justifications for his actions.
When she looked at the face of Sachin, she got the answer though his eyes expression.
Kajol, it’s been a long time. Sachin must be waiting for us," Tarun said.
Though his reasons were practical, Kajol’s mind wasn’t ready to accept them immediately. For a fleeting moment, she cursed Sachin’s presence, but she quickly realized her mistake.
"Kajol, I don’t think Sachin is brave enough to face the truth. Give him time to accept it," Tarun added. His words made Kajol reflect on her thoughts, and she felt guilty for them. At the same time, she felt a wave of happiness for having someone as understanding as Tarun in her life.
"Yeah, Tarun, you’re right. But knowing Sachin, it won’t be easy to make him understand," I think, you are the right person to make him understand. she replied, acknowledging the wisdom in Tarun’s advice.
No, Kajol, you should tell him yourself. I’ll be there to support you from behind," Tarun added with reassurance.
As they walked toward the hut, Kajol felt an overwhelming sense of something missing within her. She held Tarun’s hand tightly until they reached the hut. Sachin’s dishevelled appearance, hinting at his intoxication, eased Kajol’s tension about answering his questions regarding their absence.
Kajol didn’t anticipate Sachin joining her in the back seat. Noticing her unease, Tarun gestured for her to stay calm, and she complied. After a while, Sachin drifted into a deep sleep. Once he was completely asleep, Tarun stopped the vehicle and guided Kajol to the front seat.
When they arrived at Vajrai Waterfalls, the sky was adorned in hues of twilight, signalling that sunset was near. Kajol had anticipated reaching Goa by night, but Tarun's frequent phone calls and repeated stops to take conversations on the roadside began to plant seeds of doubt in Kajol’s mind about the nature of these secretive conversations.
She initially considered not asking him, but gathering her courage, she decided to confront him directly.
'Hey boss, what are you hiding from me?' she asked.
Hiding? Are you referring to the reason I step away to take calls?' Tarun responded.
Somewhat, yes,' she admitted.
Okay, you can attend the next call with me. It’s work-related, and I assumed you wouldn’t enjoy getting involved in such conversations. Honestly, I’d be more than happy to bring you into my company and have you help with various operations,' Tarun explained.
His reply filled her with guilt for doubting him, even if it was just for a moment.
I think, we will stay here and move to Goa at morning.
Kajol embraced the idea without hesitation. Her body yearned to pick up from where it had left off.
Tarun drove the vehicle to a nearby resort. Sachin woke up as they arrived at the spot.
'Have we reached Goa?' he asked.
No, brother. We’ll stay here tonight and continue our journey tomorrow,' Tarun replied.
Sachin was thrilled when he noticed they had booked two rooms, assuming one would be for him and Kajol, and the other for Tarun. However, his excitement turned to disappointment when Tarun joined him in his room. Unable to suppress his feelings, Sachin went to Kajol's room to express his frustration.
'Kajol, am I really supposed to share the room with him?' Sachin asked.
'There were only two rooms available,' Kajol replied calmly.
'But what about us being together? Don’t you want to spend this night with me?' Sachin exclaimed. 'I came all this way to meet you. I thought these days would be our happy moments after such a long time. But you’ve brought some random person into our trip. I accepted it for your happiness. And now you want me to spend this night in his room? Tell me, what’s going on? Do you think I’m too foolish to see what’s happening between you two? Sachin's voice, filled with disappointment and anger, erupted like a shout.
Sachin, calm down,' Kajol said firmly.
'Calm down?' Sachin mocked with a bitter smile, his voice rising again. I should calm down?' he repeated, louder this time.
Kajol's sharp tone cut through his anger: 'Will you just shut up?' Her raised voice startled him and brought his own voice down.
Tell me, what is your problem? Is it my friendship with Tarun? Do you think I’m in a relationship with him? Or is it simply seeing me happy?' Kajol asked sharply.
Sachin was shaken by her tone and the force of her words. He realized that he had chosen the wrong approach, letting his emotions guide him rather than acting with thoughtfulness. The truth was, the reason for his arrival was to repair their relationship—he had been feeling as though she was slipping further away from him.
Kajol, I didn’t mean anything like that,' Sachin said firmly, his voice steady.
Sachin, I’ve been meaning to talk to you, and I think the time has come,' Kajol responded. Her words hit Sachin like a shockwave.
He didn’t need to think much about what she was going to say. 'She’s going to end our relationship,' the belief he had been holding onto echoed in his mind.
Now, the only question left for him was whether to leave the room defeated like a loser or stand his ground and emerge as the winner of his ego.
'What’s there to talk about?' Sachin said, his voice sharp and filled with bitterness. 'I always knew you wanted to move on when you found someone wealthy and of high status. It’s nothing new—it’s not the first time this has happened in the world. But I believe that one day, you’ll regret your decision and realize the true value of my love.'
Sachin’s voice was firm and hardened, amplified by the lingering effects of alcohol in his system.
Kajol remained a silent observer to his words, but the way he portrayed her as a gold digger triggered her ego.
'Will you get out of my room? I didn’t think you could stoop this low. We’ll talk tomorrow,' Kajol said in an irritated tone.
'What’s there to talk about tomorrow? I’m leaving. That’s the last thing you wanted—to enjoy with your new boyfriend. Fine. I’m done. Thank you. Goodbye.'
'Wish you a great life. I won’t bother wishing Tarun, as someone better might come along in your journey than him. I just hope he doesn’t share the same fate as me.' Sachin left the room without waiting for her response.
Even several minutes after Sachin left the room, Kajol was still trembling with anger and frustration over how he had portrayed her. She wanted to slap him, but Tarun's advice about the fragile emotions of a man who has just lost his girlfriend held her back from causing him further hurt. Yet, Kajol remained uncertain—had she made the right decision in letting him leave, feeling like the winner?
'May I come in?' Kajol heard Tarun’s voice as she opened the door.
Seeing the expression on her face, Tarun stepped closer and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. 'What’s wrong, my dear?' he asked softly.
Kajol gave a brief account of what had happened between Sachin and her. Tarun suppressed his hidden joy and maintained calmness on his face. He gently lifted Kajol's face and said:
You don’t need to worry about that. He is a gentleman, and the alcohol in his system might have made him speak that way. You are an angel, and today I am so proud to have you as mine.
He bent down and planted a kiss on her lips.
The warmth of his kiss melted away the tension and anger within her. Kajol slowly turned into a willing participant in the kiss.
Her body came fully under his control, and all barriers allowed his hands to move freely.
Kajol felt a surge of energy as his hands enveloped her.
Her heart pounded hard when she faced the false alarm of the trip being canceled due to a last-minute urgency for Tarun. While still hugging Sachin, Kajol couldn't help but glance at her mobile screen, seeking distractions. A small, mischievous act—Sachin pressing lightly on her bumps—gave her the reason to step out of his embrace.
"Sachin, what are you doing?" she said, breaking the moment.
Sachin's face grew worried at her reaction. "Kajol, what happened? I was just being playful. I'm sorry if my actions felt like a great sin to you," Sachin said apologetically.
Kajol felt bad for reacting to him that way.
"Sachin, you know I don't like it when someone touches my bumps," Kajol said in a light tone, justifying her reaction.
"Kajol, you’ve changed so much—more than I ever expected," Sachin replied.
Kajol felt anger bubbling inside at Sachin’s comment, but she chose not to respond, not wanting to hurt him.
Sachin, can we stop dragging on this matter? Kajol asked.
Ok, your wish.
Kajol felt deeply irritated by Sachin's tone. She had always hated the way he responded when he was in the wrong, often behaving as though the fault lay with someone else.
Where are your new friends?
I messaged Tarun and am waiting for his reply. Priya isn’t joining us because of urgent work at her office," Kajol replied.
"Oh! So Tarun is the only one joining us?" Sachin said, his tone carrying a subtle double meaning.
Yes, Sachin. Only the three of us will be there. If you have any problem, I’ll inform Tarun about canceling the trip," Kajol said firmly, her tone bold and unwavering.
"What problem could I possibly have?" Sachin replied, his voice calm but laced with a hint of suppressed emotions. "You’ve already said you want to enjoy life, and if your friendships make you happy, then why should it be an issue for me?"
Despite his composed words, Sachin couldn't fully hide the unease brewing within him. He disliked the idea of Tarun joining them, but observing the changes in Kajol, he chose not to hurt her ego. The fear of losing her loomed heavily in his mind, casting a shadow of worry over him. Still, he maintained his outward calm, carefully masking the storm of emotions roiling inside.
"That beggar isn’t answering my call!" Kajol muttered with frustration as she focused on dialing Tarun’s number.
While Kajol was engrossed in connecting with Tarun, Sachin’s attention shifted to her flat. He took in the surroundings, quietly assessing Priya’s lifestyle. Without a shred of doubt, Sachin deduced that Priya must have a substantial income—renting a two-bedroom flat in this city required a hefty amount.
His gaze wandered further, landing on the showcase displaying various wine and liquor bottles. Instantly, he realized the strong influence Priya’s friendship had on Kajol’s behavior. A sense of unease crept over him as his mind swirled with thoughts. He began devising plans—not only to bring Kajol back into his life but also to protect her from the hands he considered harmful.
"Kajol, he must be busy. Why not wait for his call instead of dialing him repeatedly?" We have no hurry. Sachin said, noticing Kajol’s impatient behavior.
When Kajol realized that Sachin was observing her, she maintained her patience and tried to mask her irritation and worries.
"Would you like something to drink? Coffee or tea?" Kajol asked, attempting to find a reason to step away from his gaze.
I had in morning.
I need to use washroom. Please have seat. I will return soon.
When Kajol was walking towards her bedroom, Sachin took a free moment to gaze at her rounded ass. A few extra pounds on her body had only added to her allure, enhancing her natural beauty. "Though he felt offended by Kajol's reaction, the memories of enjoying the plumpness of her ass awaken his dick.
Sachin dialed his friend as he stepped out of her flat.
"Hey, I’m at her flat," Sachin said.
Good "I guess you might be lingering behind her? His friend asked.
Shut up, don’t bring your assumptions.
"Remember, don’t let her take control of you. Don’t forget what I advised you. Make this trip unforgettable for her. Show your skills and ensure she’s yours before you return. Make sure she always remembers you and seeks you in her bed every night," his friend said.
"I’m on it, but there’s a problem," Sachin said.
"What problem?" his friend asked.
Kajol’s roommate Priya isn’t coming, but a new friend, Tarun, is joining the trip. I thought Tarun was Priya’s boyfriend, but now that he’s coming alone, I have some doubts," Sachin said.
Man, don’t show your doubts in front of her. That will give her an easy way to walk away. You must focus only on what you want to achieve on this trip. To be honest, I’m feeling jealous just thinking about you and Kajol sharing one bed tonight," his friend said.
"Shut up, bastard," Sachin replied.
"Send some pics of yours," his friend said with a mischievous smile.
I know the purpose. I’m sorry, dear. I need to disconnect now. If I need any help, I’ll call,Sachin said and disconnected.
Kajol sat in the washroom, feeling like crying. She couldn’t understand why hatred for Tarun had suddenly entered her mind. There was no time to distinguish between hate and love because Tarun’s call came at that very instant. Without a second thought, Kajol answered the phone, disregarding the decision she had made just moments before.
Don’t get angry on me, I will explain you when meet. Are you ready? Tarun asked.
No, I’m standing naked," Kajol replied, her anger and disappointment reflected in her tone.
"Oh! I see. Then I’ll get there quickly so I don’t miss the golden moments," he said in a playful tone.
His voice eased her tensions and allowed her to enjoy their conversation.
"Come fast. I’m tired of waiting," she said before disconnecting the call.
After the call disconnected, she received a message:
Tarun: "Hey, please don’t come in office suits. Wear something that makes the driver’s ride more interesting. If you don’t care about the driver, at least care about nature. It will give you cool air, but we shouldn’t be so cruel to it by covering ourselves with full attire.
Kajol: "Oh! Sounds interesting demand. What’s the driver’s expectation? Thigh-high shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt?" Kajol wrote in a flirtatious tone.
Tarun: "Oh no! That outfit will make our car fall into chaos." A knee-length skirt and a V-cut t-shirt will do.
Kajol: Oh acting decent. I am already dressed. Come fast.
Kajol came out from bathroom with happy face. When she went to living room, Sachin was sitting on sofa.
Kajol asked, "Sachin, do you mind if I wear shorts? These jeans aren’t comfortable."
Sachin replied, "Why do you need to ask me? Wear whatever makes you comfortable. I was also wondering why you chose tight jeans for a long journey."
Kajol felt uneasy coming in front of Sachin while wearing the short pants. She purposefully ignored the lustful brightness emerging in Sachin's eyes. Feeling shy, she had bought a few pairs to use during the planned trip with Priya. Instead of buying the hot pants suggested by Priya, Kajol decided on knee-length ones, which felt like a better choice for her.
Sachin couldn’t take his eyes off Kajol. He felt incredibly lucky to have such a wonderful girl in his life. A self-indulgent man, he couldn’t help but drift into dreams of the private moments he hoped to share with Kajol. At the same time, his mind wrestled with doubts, forcing him to question whether such a beautiful girl could truly remain untouched by the men in this city.
Sachin longed for one more hug, yearning for the soft touch of her body. However, fearing that the moment might spiral into another disaster, he restrained his emotions and held back.
Sachin observed the nervousness on her face and guessed it was due to the lack of response from her friend. Sachin continued to pray that Tarun would cancel the trip, giving him a chance to take the lead. But his happiness was short-lived as Kajol's face lit up when her phone started ringing.
"'Hi, Tarun. Where have you reached?' Kajol asked.
'Oh! They’ve talked before?' Sachin wondered, his face turning gloomy.
Yes, Sachin is here with me. We are waiting for the king to arrive,' Kajol said.
Sachin noticed Kajol listening to him, her shyness evident on her face during the conversation.
Chi, you have no other thoughts in mind? Sachin is a decent man, not like you,' Kajol said in a slightly seductive tone.
Taking a clue from her response, Sachin realized that Tarun was discussing something adulterous. However, the way Kajol seemed to enjoy it brought both worry and disappointment to him. Without a second thought, he mentally added Tarun to his 'dangerous list.’
When a Range Rover stopped in front of them, Sachin's blood ran cold. He hadn't expected to encounter someone of such wealth. His worries shattered his confidence. Though he tried to console himself, fear took over and consumed him entirely.
Tarun came out quickly and approached Sachin. Although Sachin wanted to mirror the happiness shining on Tarun's face, he found himself captivated by Tarun's charm.
When Tarun extended his hand for a handshake, Sachin responded robotically, as if on autopilot. The moment he saw Tarun, he was struck by his handsome appearance, leaving him in shock. Overwhelmed, Sachin couldn't help but feel like a loser in front of Tarun, as his inferiority complex quickly took hold.
Sachin, forget Kajol. She is no longer your pride. There's no reason her heart shouldn't fall for Tarun,' he said to himself.
After the handshake, Tarun turned toward Kajol. The expressions they shared subtly symbolized the deep connection between them—something Sachin immediately recognized with a single observation.
'Hey Kajol, I’m sorry, my dear. Don’t break my head for being late,' Tarun said.
As Tarun moved closer to her, they embraced warmly. The sound of her laughter triggered doubt in Sachin's mind—was Tarun's touch lighthearted, or did it carry a hint of mischief? Though his heart pounded with unease, Sachin maintained an outward facade of happiness.
When the two shared a hug in front of him, Sachin struggled to convince himself that the intensity between them was confined to mere friendship.
Was the hug something Kajol welcomed, or did she embrace Tarun simply to avoid disappointing him? Sachin couldn’t find an answer, no matter how hard he tried.
Tarun helped Kajol place the bags in the back and ensured she was comfortable in the back seat. Sachin settled into the front seat, and their journey began.
Hey Sachin, why are you so quiet? Tarun's voice jolted Sachin out of his thoughts.
Is there even a gap left for me to speak? Sachin replied with a double-meaning tone. He had intended to sound humorous, but the anger and irritation brewing inside him caused his voice to come across as arrogant and unpleasant.
Kajol, your boyfriend is getting jealous and angry,' Tarun said, modulating his voice in a playful tone.
Sachin's anger surged when Tarun poked fun at him. However, mindful of the risk of offending Tarun, Sachin chose to suppress his emotions and responded in a playful, humorous manner instead. Despite this, he felt a deep resentment toward Kajol for not supporting him or taking offense at Tarun's remarks that undermined her boyfriend.
Tarun, will you stop pulling Sachin's leg? He’s not like you,' Kajol said firmly.
Sachin pretended not to be bothered by Tarun's words, but he felt a wave of relief when Kajol finally came to his defence.
Sorry, my dear. Now you two have become a couple, and this poor soul is left all alone,' Tarun said with mock sorrow.
I was hoping one of your girlfriends would be in the car when Priya decided to quit. What made you decide to come alone?' Kajol asked with a playful tone.
When Kajol noticed Tarun's confused expression in the mirror, she regretted her unnecessary attempt to make Sachin believe that Priya was also part of the plan.
'I purposefully avoided it to keep them from getting jealous of you,' Tarun replied in a similar tone. The glance he gave her through the mirror seemed to silently question whether he had managed the situation well.
While Tarun and Kajol were engaged in their flirtatious conversation, Sachin felt a temporary relief upon hearing Kajol's perspective about Tarun. However, based on his continuous observation of their interactions over the past few hours, Sachin became certain of Kajol’s deep connection with Tarun. He was convinced that Tarun held great admiration and value in Kajol’s mind, yet it hadn’t crossed the point he feared the most. Knowing Kajol’s behaviour, Sachin got confident that Kajol will not fall in love with a man like Tarun’s nature.
The tension within Sachin eased, allowing him to join their conversation with more enthusiasm.
'Kajol, I guess Sachin had his mouth on charge, and now it’s fully charged!' Tarun quipped as Sachin became noticeably talkative.
Spare this poor man, Sachin said to Tarun like funny surrendering tone.
Don’t you feel hungry?' Kajol asked casually, but Tarun was quick to respond.
I’m starving, but if you can wait for another 15 minutes, I’ll take you both to a nice restaurant. It’s not a big place, but their food and ambiance are superb. he added confidently.
The car stopped at a small restaurant perched atop a hill. It couldn't quite be categorized as a restaurant but could be described as a modern dhaba. The place featured a few cottage-style dining areas, offering a breathtaking panoramic view of the Western Ghats.
When Kajol stepped outside, she began to shiver from the biting cold. The mist drifting through the mountain gaps intensified the chill, heightening the frosty atmosphere around her. Kajol loved the cold climate and couldn’t help but think about how sitting in air-conditioned car had robbed her of the chance to truly enjoy such moments before.
When Tarun was parking the car, she has waited for him.
Kajol, if you don’t have a sweater, there’s one in my bag. Please wear it,' Sachin offered, intending to show his care and concern for her. However, Kajol’s response was simply to refuse his suggestion, brushing off his idea with a casual demeanor.
Sachin, I love this place! I never realized we were passing through such beautiful spots. Look at those mountains—aren’t they stunning?' Kajol said, her voice filled with admiration.
'These areas always have rain and mist. The chill in the air is because of the rain,' Sachin commented, adding a touch of insight.
As Tarun finished parking the car, Kajol stood waiting for him. When he joined her, he casually held her hand and walked her toward the restaurant. Sachin felt a sharp pang of discomfort at the gesture, and his unease deepened as Kajol rested her hand on Tarun’s shoulder while he spoke to the reception staff. Sachin longed to pull Kajol away from Tarun, but his lack of confidence held him back, leaving him feeling powerless.
Sachin reached out and gently held Kajol's shoulder, pulling her closer to him. 'You'll feel warm in my arms,' he said softly.
'Sachin, please let go. I want to enjoy the cold weather,' Kajol replied, her tone carrying clear disapproval. Embarrassed by her reaction, Sachin quickly released her.
Sachin had hoped Kajol would walk with him, but when she chose to walk beside Tarun instead, it deepened Sachin's disappointment.
They were guided to private hut and once they settled and place order, Kajol invited both to join the photo section.
During couple photo section, Sachin noticed Kajol kept a little gap during Tarun taking their photos but he dditn see any such gap when Sachin took their photos. Sachin was expecting food but the boy served chilled beer at first.
Tarun, are you going to drive after drink? Sachin asked.
Come on, man, it’s just one beer. Don’t be so judgmental. Let’s start the party!' Tarun said enthusiastically as he handed a beer to everyone and raised his glass for a toast before taking a sip.
Sachin hesitated, his mind clouded with confusion. But when Kajol joined Tarun’s pace without hesitation, Sachin felt he had no other option but to follow along.
Meanwhile, Kajol kept observing Sachin’s face closely. For reasons she couldn’t quite explain, she found herself amused when Tarun openly teased Sachin about his judgmental attitude—a trait that Kajol secretly found to be one of the most irritating aspects of Sachin’s personality.
Once Sachin's mind eased, he began to truly enjoy the moment and appreciated the idea of ordering beer. It reminded him of the saying that ice cream tastes best in cold climates—he experienced a similar sensation as he started to savor the taste of beer. The second round became a unanimous decision, and they continued to have a great time together.
For Sachin, it was the first time witnessing Kajol finish two bottles of beer without hesitation, yet he didn’t find it offensive in any way.
At the same time, Kajol was equally surprised by the changes in Sachin. She had never seen him drink more than a single bottle, but now, in front of her, he had polished off two bottles and wore an expression that seemed to say, I could go for one more.
Suddenly, a message on Tarun’s phone caught his attention, and the change in his expression filled Kajol with concern. Tarun stood up, dialling someone as he stepped out of the hut to speak with the person.
Though the matter didn’t directly involve Kajol, the worry etched on Tarun’s face left her feeling uneasy. She silently hoped that it wasn’t bad news for him.
When her attention shifted to Sachin, who was sipping a local drink he had ordered after two beers, Kajol realized her earlier perception of him was incorrect. Despite appearing relaxed a few minutes ago, it became clear he was still struggling to handle more than one or two drinks.
Kajol, how did you two meet?' Sachin asked her, his curiosity apparent.
As told you, he is friend of Priya. Kajol replied.
Seems like his father is some industrialist?' Sachin asked, his tone carrying an unintended hint of mockery.
Kajol, displeased with the indirect jab at Tarun, responded sharply, 'Sachin, he’s a self-made man. His father is just a humble teacher. Not everyone builds their fortune through inherited wealth.
The firmness in Kajol’s tone struck Sachin deeply, making him realize that no matter how subtly he tried to criticize Tarun, it would inevitably backfire. With this realization, Sachin decided to drop the topic of Tarun altogether.
Madam, the food is ready. Shall we bring it now?' the waiter asked. Kajol quickly replied, 'Please bring it after Tarun returns.
Meanwhile, Sachin asked, 'Where is the restroom?' The waiter pointed him in the right direction, and Sachin made his way there. Kajol noticed his unsteady steps, his legs stumbling slightly, but she didn’t pay much attention. Her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Tarun, silently hoping he wasn’t dealing with any bad news.
When Tarun returned with a pleasant expression, Kajol felt her worries melt away.
'Hey, what happened? Is everything alright?' Kajol asked, her voice tinged with concern.
'It’s all part of the business. Don’t worry, my dear,' Tarun replied reassuringly, giving her a playful pinch on the cheek before settling into the chair next to her.
"'Where’s your boyfriend?' Tarun asked casually.
'He went to the loo,' Kajol replied.
'I’ll be back after the loo too,' Tarun said as he got up from his seat and started to walk away.
'Then I’ll join you,' Kajol added with a playful tone, following him.
Are you coming to help me in the loo?' Tarun teased, keeping up with her playful energy.
Not sure if the cold will even let him wake up,' he added with a mischievous grin.
Kajol pinched on his skin hard.
Stop your nonsense, or I’ll pull your skin off!' Kajol said with mock irritation as their journey came to a halt in front of a restroom marked 'Male.' She paused and asked, 'Is there no toilet for females?
Is there any difference between the urine coming from a male or female body? Tarun replied in a calm tone. The ladies' toilet is on the other side. If you want to use that one specifically, you’ll need to go around. Otherwise, we can use this one.
With a playful grin, he added, 'Ladies first,' and insisted Kajol enter first
As it was past lunchtime and the restaurant was empty, Kajol entered without hesitation. Moreover, the solitude and her confidence in Tarun made her feel completely at ease.
As she washed her pussy area after using the restroom, the icy chill of her fingers sent a wave of sensations coursing through her body when it touched her clits. Kajol's fingers paused for a moment, but when her body yearned for more, her finger resumed rubbing inside her pussy. When her nails dug hard into the inside of her pussy, the pleasure with little pain it caused in generating a moan from her mouth.
Hello, are you planning to stay inside forever?' Tarun’s knock and voice snapped Kajol back to reality, pulling her out of her thoughts. Kajol felt a shame while looking at the face of Tarun when came out.
His mischievous smile seemed to hint at some knowledge of what had been happening inside, which brought a wave of embarrassment over Kajol. She wondered if her moan had been loud enough to be heard outside, but her mind reassured her that Tarun was simply bluffing and playing around. This thought brought her a sense of confidence and ease.
Hey, how are you holding up? It’s freezing!' Tarun’s comment from the toilet brought a smile to Kajol’s face.
When Tarun came out, Kajol noticed a change in his expression. She saw a hint of something libidinous in his character, a stark contrast to the person he had been just moments earlier.
Kajol initially wanted to counter and stop him right away, but deep down, she realized that a part of her was quietly enjoying the shift in dynamics.
What happened, man? You seem to be in a different mood after coming out of the toilet,' Kajol asked in a playful tone.
'When I touched mine, I realized how cold my fingers were. I missed a soft and warm touch at that moment,' Tarun replied with a mischievous grin.
Oh, poor boy,' Kajol teased.
'Yeah, someone who promised a warm touch backed out at the last moment. Poor boy, I really feel pity,' Tarun replied with a playful smirk.
For a fleeting moment, Kajol’s thoughts playfully entertained the idea of turning her imagination into reality. Her eyes scanned their surroundings—they stood at the end of a passage, isolated, with no sign of anyone nearby. Her gaze landed on Tarun’s face, silently posing the hidden question: 'Are you serious?
Her heartbeat quickened as Tarun moved even closer. Was it willingness, curiosity, affection, an inner feeling, or love? She couldn’t identify which force was propelling her in that moment. Tarun then placed his hands gently on her waist, pulling her closer to him.
Tarun, what are you doing?' Kajol's voice carried hesitation, but her body language betrayed her words, reflecting something entirely different.
I am holding my love," Tarun said in a confident tone. In that moment, Kajol felt as though the strong decisions and oaths she had taken no longer had the strength to hold her back.
Kajol attempted to hide the vulnerability in her unfaithful eyes, but when Tarun gently lifted her face by her chin, her features seemed to surrender, responding instinctively to his touch.
Kajol, you can’t keep running from your feelings forever. What is it that scares you—the short-term troubles or the lifelong challenges? I believe in your strength; you have the courage to face anything life throws at you.
You don’t love Sachin anymore—your face gives it away. You’re in love with me. Even Sachin has realized it.
As Tarun spoke, Kajol remained a silent listener, and her body surrendered quietly to the conquest of his hands on her.
Tarun, her words were silenced as they dissolved into his mouth. Her lips happily surrendered to the tender care of their conqueror—Tarun's lips. Kajol’s hands didn’t shy away from participating. She placed them gently on either side of his face, supporting and deepening the kiss. The brief pause from Tarun allowed Kajol to fully embrace her willingness and confirm the unwavering decision about what she wanted in life.
As they entered into the second round, Kajol became a more active participant in the kiss, her actions reflecting her growing confidence and willingness. Though Sachin’s face briefly surfaced in her mind, no distractions could disrupt the intimacy they were sharing.
It wasn’t the fear of being in public or the risk of getting caught that occupied her mind. Instead, it was the yearning for more privacy in that moment that led her to guide him into the toilet.
As soon as the door closed, she entered into Tarun's arms. His embrace melted away her remaining worries, and her body longed for deeper intimacy. Soon, her body instinctively followed the guidance of his hands, delighting in the playful and teasing actions they brought to her. She realized she had received what she truly wanted in life when he hugged her tightly. The comfort and safety she experienced surpassed her expectations, giving her more than she had ever asked for.
Tarun’s hesitation in taking liberties with her body worried Kajol. She feared that he might still doubt her love. But as his hands began to move beyond the boundaries, Kajol’s tension melted away, replaced by a sense of reassurance.
"Kajol kissed him deeply as he held her tightly in his arms. The strength of his encirclement gave her a sense of protection and safety beyond anything she had ever dreamed of. As her hands moved across his back, her fingers revelled in the feel of his firm, well-defined muscles.
As their kiss deepened, she found herself wishing it would never end.
Kajol’s heart and body felt complete as he placed his hands on her ass and pressed his bulge against her pussy top. The hands of Tarun on her ass started to press gently. When her body was pressed from both sides, Kajol’s body twisted instinctively within his grip.
Tarun broke the kiss at the moment when Kajol reached the peak of her pleasure, where her body and mind longed to become his. The disappointment was evident on her face seeking justifications for his actions.
When she looked at the face of Sachin, she got the answer though his eyes expression.
Kajol, it’s been a long time. Sachin must be waiting for us," Tarun said.
Though his reasons were practical, Kajol’s mind wasn’t ready to accept them immediately. For a fleeting moment, she cursed Sachin’s presence, but she quickly realized her mistake.
"Kajol, I don’t think Sachin is brave enough to face the truth. Give him time to accept it," Tarun added. His words made Kajol reflect on her thoughts, and she felt guilty for them. At the same time, she felt a wave of happiness for having someone as understanding as Tarun in her life.
"Yeah, Tarun, you’re right. But knowing Sachin, it won’t be easy to make him understand," I think, you are the right person to make him understand. she replied, acknowledging the wisdom in Tarun’s advice.
No, Kajol, you should tell him yourself. I’ll be there to support you from behind," Tarun added with reassurance.
As they walked toward the hut, Kajol felt an overwhelming sense of something missing within her. She held Tarun’s hand tightly until they reached the hut. Sachin’s dishevelled appearance, hinting at his intoxication, eased Kajol’s tension about answering his questions regarding their absence.
Kajol didn’t anticipate Sachin joining her in the back seat. Noticing her unease, Tarun gestured for her to stay calm, and she complied. After a while, Sachin drifted into a deep sleep. Once he was completely asleep, Tarun stopped the vehicle and guided Kajol to the front seat.
When they arrived at Vajrai Waterfalls, the sky was adorned in hues of twilight, signalling that sunset was near. Kajol had anticipated reaching Goa by night, but Tarun's frequent phone calls and repeated stops to take conversations on the roadside began to plant seeds of doubt in Kajol’s mind about the nature of these secretive conversations.
She initially considered not asking him, but gathering her courage, she decided to confront him directly.
'Hey boss, what are you hiding from me?' she asked.
Hiding? Are you referring to the reason I step away to take calls?' Tarun responded.
Somewhat, yes,' she admitted.
Okay, you can attend the next call with me. It’s work-related, and I assumed you wouldn’t enjoy getting involved in such conversations. Honestly, I’d be more than happy to bring you into my company and have you help with various operations,' Tarun explained.
His reply filled her with guilt for doubting him, even if it was just for a moment.
I think, we will stay here and move to Goa at morning.
Kajol embraced the idea without hesitation. Her body yearned to pick up from where it had left off.
Tarun drove the vehicle to a nearby resort. Sachin woke up as they arrived at the spot.
'Have we reached Goa?' he asked.
No, brother. We’ll stay here tonight and continue our journey tomorrow,' Tarun replied.
Sachin was thrilled when he noticed they had booked two rooms, assuming one would be for him and Kajol, and the other for Tarun. However, his excitement turned to disappointment when Tarun joined him in his room. Unable to suppress his feelings, Sachin went to Kajol's room to express his frustration.
'Kajol, am I really supposed to share the room with him?' Sachin asked.
'There were only two rooms available,' Kajol replied calmly.
'But what about us being together? Don’t you want to spend this night with me?' Sachin exclaimed. 'I came all this way to meet you. I thought these days would be our happy moments after such a long time. But you’ve brought some random person into our trip. I accepted it for your happiness. And now you want me to spend this night in his room? Tell me, what’s going on? Do you think I’m too foolish to see what’s happening between you two? Sachin's voice, filled with disappointment and anger, erupted like a shout.
Sachin, calm down,' Kajol said firmly.
'Calm down?' Sachin mocked with a bitter smile, his voice rising again. I should calm down?' he repeated, louder this time.
Kajol's sharp tone cut through his anger: 'Will you just shut up?' Her raised voice startled him and brought his own voice down.
Tell me, what is your problem? Is it my friendship with Tarun? Do you think I’m in a relationship with him? Or is it simply seeing me happy?' Kajol asked sharply.
Sachin was shaken by her tone and the force of her words. He realized that he had chosen the wrong approach, letting his emotions guide him rather than acting with thoughtfulness. The truth was, the reason for his arrival was to repair their relationship—he had been feeling as though she was slipping further away from him.
Kajol, I didn’t mean anything like that,' Sachin said firmly, his voice steady.
Sachin, I’ve been meaning to talk to you, and I think the time has come,' Kajol responded. Her words hit Sachin like a shockwave.
He didn’t need to think much about what she was going to say. 'She’s going to end our relationship,' the belief he had been holding onto echoed in his mind.
Now, the only question left for him was whether to leave the room defeated like a loser or stand his ground and emerge as the winner of his ego.
'What’s there to talk about?' Sachin said, his voice sharp and filled with bitterness. 'I always knew you wanted to move on when you found someone wealthy and of high status. It’s nothing new—it’s not the first time this has happened in the world. But I believe that one day, you’ll regret your decision and realize the true value of my love.'
Sachin’s voice was firm and hardened, amplified by the lingering effects of alcohol in his system.
Kajol remained a silent observer to his words, but the way he portrayed her as a gold digger triggered her ego.
'Will you get out of my room? I didn’t think you could stoop this low. We’ll talk tomorrow,' Kajol said in an irritated tone.
'What’s there to talk about tomorrow? I’m leaving. That’s the last thing you wanted—to enjoy with your new boyfriend. Fine. I’m done. Thank you. Goodbye.'
'Wish you a great life. I won’t bother wishing Tarun, as someone better might come along in your journey than him. I just hope he doesn’t share the same fate as me.' Sachin left the room without waiting for her response.
Even several minutes after Sachin left the room, Kajol was still trembling with anger and frustration over how he had portrayed her. She wanted to slap him, but Tarun's advice about the fragile emotions of a man who has just lost his girlfriend held her back from causing him further hurt. Yet, Kajol remained uncertain—had she made the right decision in letting him leave, feeling like the winner?
'May I come in?' Kajol heard Tarun’s voice as she opened the door.
Seeing the expression on her face, Tarun stepped closer and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. 'What’s wrong, my dear?' he asked softly.
Kajol gave a brief account of what had happened between Sachin and her. Tarun suppressed his hidden joy and maintained calmness on his face. He gently lifted Kajol's face and said:
You don’t need to worry about that. He is a gentleman, and the alcohol in his system might have made him speak that way. You are an angel, and today I am so proud to have you as mine.
He bent down and planted a kiss on her lips.
The warmth of his kiss melted away the tension and anger within her. Kajol slowly turned into a willing participant in the kiss.
Her body came fully under his control, and all barriers allowed his hands to move freely.
Kajol felt a surge of energy as his hands enveloped her.
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