04-04-2025, 03:56 PM
Tarun's hands moved from her ass and gently lifted her T-shirt. Kajol assisted him, sensing urgency on her part. Tarun took a deep look at her beautiful body, seeing in her the kind of beauty described in tales of goddesses. Kajol didn’t feel any shy until her eyes met Tarun. His lustful gaze upon her boobs brought a flush of shyness to her cheeks. When he placed his hands gently on her boobs, her eyes closed instinctively. Kajol enjoyed the gentle movement of his fingers over her bra, her eyes remaining closed. When his fingers brushed past the fabric and touched her bare boobs, a wave of sensation coursed through her body. When she felt her legs trembling, Kajol grasped both sides of Tarun's body to steady herself.
He turned his fingers and began moving them as if walking across her bare skin. When his finger reached the centre area of her boobs, it dipped gently into the gap before gliding to the other boob.
Her voice called out, 'Tarun,' imbued with a tone of deep hunger.
Tarun bent toward her and placed a kiss on the back of her neck, prompting her to embrace him. As his lips continued to kiss her neck, Kajol started to kiss him in return. When his T-shirt became an obstacle to her satisfaction, she pulled it up. Tarun removed it in front of her eyes and placed it on top of her T-shirt, which was lying on the sofa.
Kajol couldn't resist running her fingers over his muscles as her eyes lingered on their allure. They weren't as massive as a bodybuilder's, but they were firm and athletic, like those of a professional athlete. She looked into his eyes, expressing her admiration through a silent exchange.
"Suddenly, the door opened, and Sachin entered.
Oh! I guess I'm in the wrong place, he exclaimed.
Without saying anything further, he entered the room, picked up his mobile phone from the table, and left, slamming the door forcefully behind him.
Kajol remained in shock, hastily covering her exposed upper body with her hands.
Sachin, listen to me! Tarun called out as he rushed toward the door.
Kajol, I think he's leaving the hotel, Tarun said, glancing back at her as she hurriedly put on her T-shirt.
Tarun wore his t-shirt and asked Kajol. Come, we will bring him back.
Tarun, he's not a child for you to chase after and bring back. It's good that he realized the truth and quietly stepped away," Kajol said, her words carrying the weight of revenge she had been silently holding within her.
When she finished speaking, she felt a sense of relief wash over her heart, though a small trace of guilt remained within her.
Come on, Kajol, don’t be so harsh on him. He’s an innocent man living with outdated beliefs. People like him are fragile and often have weak hearts, making it hard to predict how they’ll respond to different situations. Let’s bring him back or make sure he’s safe somewhere," Tarun insisted.
Kajol, reluctantly agreeing, went with him. Initially, they assumed Sachin was still somewhere in the resort, but when the security informed them that Sachin had left, they decided to check outside.
"Where on earth has he gone? This is a jungle area, and no taxis will be available during the night!" Tarun muttered in frustration. He approached the security guard and questioned him.
"Why don’t you stop people from wandering around at night?" Tarun's irritation was evident in his tone.
"Sir, there are no wild animals in this forest. As a security officer, I can only warn people, but I cannot force them to follow my instructions," the guard explained.
Feeling emotional, Tarun replied, "I’m sorry. Can you guide us on where we might find a bus or train?"
The security guard responded, "Sir, to catch a train, you’ll need to travel 80 kilometres. However, you can find buses to major stations from a nearby town. It’s about a 30-minute drive, but please be cautious as there are many hairpin bends along the road."
Okay, still, come with me,’ Tarun insisted. Kajol couldn’t bring herself to refuse his words. She followed him to the vehicle, and together they began searching for Sachin. Although Tarun drove them to the bus stand, they couldn’t find Sachin either on their way or at the station.
Kajol didn’t feel any tension at first, but soon she started to grow anxious.
Call his mobile and check, Tarun suggested. Reluctantly, Kajol put her ego aside and dialed Sachin's number.
The phone remained switched off, heightening Kajol's unease.
Shall we report this to the authorities? Kajol asked hesitantly.
That wouldn’t be a good idea. It is too early got it. We’ll search and find him ourselves. Send me his picture, and you stay in the car, Tarun instructed. He parked the car and stepped out, determined to continue the search.
Tarun approached a food stall near the bus stand, showing Sachin’s photo to the vendor.
Sir, I didn’t notice him. A bus to Mumbai departed a few minutes ago. You might want to check at the ticket office, the vendor said.
Tarun then hurried to the ticket office and showed Sachin’s picture there.
I think that’s the man who came for a ticket earlier, but since the seats were full, I advised him to speak with the bus conductor. The bus left a few minutes ago. Most likely, if he couldn’t get on, he’s still nearby, the clerk explained.
Are there any hotels nearby?' Tarun inquired.
There are many hotels, but the closest option is a lodge across the road. For other hotels, you’d need to go to the main town area, the clerk replied.
Though he couldn’t find Sachin, the information about his intention to return eased Tarun's tension. He went back to the car and entered on the driver’s side.
He came to check the tickets, which means he might have left on the bus or checked into one of the nearby hotels. There's a lodge, he said, pointing toward the lodge opposite where they were parked. He might have checked in there or moved to the main town area. It’s not easy to search all the hotels, but we can take a look at that lodge, Tarun suggested, driving toward it and stopping at the front.
Tarun, leave him alone. Anyway, we got the information we needed. He might misbehave with you, and I don’t want that to happen,' Kajol said.
Tarun agreed with her, realizing that creating an unnecessary scene might draw unwanted attention from others.
Kajol remained silent as they drove back to the resort. Tarun chose not to disturb her, understanding that her thoughts were preoccupied with Sachin during that moment.
What about dinner?' Tarun asked, but Kajol replied she wasn’t feeling hungry as they approached her room.
Once Tarun entered his own room, he took a hidden mobile phone from his bag and dialed a contact from his list.
Sir, we’re monitoring Bella, but he’s still in Delhi. I suspect there’s a critical agenda behind this trip. He’s meeting several politicians, which could indicate moves toward joining the ABC party,' the contact reported.
That means he’s planning to leverage his position after negotiating with the party. This could be dangerous. He’ll become more powerful once he enters politics,' Tarun responded.
'Indeed!' the contact affirmed.
You’re doing a great job. Keep an eye on him and update me. Remember, don’t call me—I’ll call you. Tarun appreciated his work.
Thank you sir' the contact replied. Sir, where are you now? Are you in Goa? Is that boyfriend of hers with you?'
We haven’t reached Goa yet. That loser has left, leaving his girlfriend with me, Tarun said bluntly.
Enjoy, sir. You’re certainly lucky when it comes to women, the contact said, his jealousy apparent in his tone.
Focus on your job. We’ll figure out something for you later, Tarun reassured him.
'Thank you, sir,' the contact replied before the call was disconnected.
Tarun attempted to dial Ashish after the call, but his phone remained unanswered.
He turned his fingers and began moving them as if walking across her bare skin. When his finger reached the centre area of her boobs, it dipped gently into the gap before gliding to the other boob.
Her voice called out, 'Tarun,' imbued with a tone of deep hunger.
Tarun bent toward her and placed a kiss on the back of her neck, prompting her to embrace him. As his lips continued to kiss her neck, Kajol started to kiss him in return. When his T-shirt became an obstacle to her satisfaction, she pulled it up. Tarun removed it in front of her eyes and placed it on top of her T-shirt, which was lying on the sofa.
Kajol couldn't resist running her fingers over his muscles as her eyes lingered on their allure. They weren't as massive as a bodybuilder's, but they were firm and athletic, like those of a professional athlete. She looked into his eyes, expressing her admiration through a silent exchange.
"Suddenly, the door opened, and Sachin entered.
Oh! I guess I'm in the wrong place, he exclaimed.
Without saying anything further, he entered the room, picked up his mobile phone from the table, and left, slamming the door forcefully behind him.
Kajol remained in shock, hastily covering her exposed upper body with her hands.
Sachin, listen to me! Tarun called out as he rushed toward the door.
Kajol, I think he's leaving the hotel, Tarun said, glancing back at her as she hurriedly put on her T-shirt.
Tarun wore his t-shirt and asked Kajol. Come, we will bring him back.
Tarun, he's not a child for you to chase after and bring back. It's good that he realized the truth and quietly stepped away," Kajol said, her words carrying the weight of revenge she had been silently holding within her.
When she finished speaking, she felt a sense of relief wash over her heart, though a small trace of guilt remained within her.
Come on, Kajol, don’t be so harsh on him. He’s an innocent man living with outdated beliefs. People like him are fragile and often have weak hearts, making it hard to predict how they’ll respond to different situations. Let’s bring him back or make sure he’s safe somewhere," Tarun insisted.
Kajol, reluctantly agreeing, went with him. Initially, they assumed Sachin was still somewhere in the resort, but when the security informed them that Sachin had left, they decided to check outside.
"Where on earth has he gone? This is a jungle area, and no taxis will be available during the night!" Tarun muttered in frustration. He approached the security guard and questioned him.
"Why don’t you stop people from wandering around at night?" Tarun's irritation was evident in his tone.
"Sir, there are no wild animals in this forest. As a security officer, I can only warn people, but I cannot force them to follow my instructions," the guard explained.
Feeling emotional, Tarun replied, "I’m sorry. Can you guide us on where we might find a bus or train?"
The security guard responded, "Sir, to catch a train, you’ll need to travel 80 kilometres. However, you can find buses to major stations from a nearby town. It’s about a 30-minute drive, but please be cautious as there are many hairpin bends along the road."
Okay, still, come with me,’ Tarun insisted. Kajol couldn’t bring herself to refuse his words. She followed him to the vehicle, and together they began searching for Sachin. Although Tarun drove them to the bus stand, they couldn’t find Sachin either on their way or at the station.
Kajol didn’t feel any tension at first, but soon she started to grow anxious.
Call his mobile and check, Tarun suggested. Reluctantly, Kajol put her ego aside and dialed Sachin's number.
The phone remained switched off, heightening Kajol's unease.
Shall we report this to the authorities? Kajol asked hesitantly.
That wouldn’t be a good idea. It is too early got it. We’ll search and find him ourselves. Send me his picture, and you stay in the car, Tarun instructed. He parked the car and stepped out, determined to continue the search.
Tarun approached a food stall near the bus stand, showing Sachin’s photo to the vendor.
Sir, I didn’t notice him. A bus to Mumbai departed a few minutes ago. You might want to check at the ticket office, the vendor said.
Tarun then hurried to the ticket office and showed Sachin’s picture there.
I think that’s the man who came for a ticket earlier, but since the seats were full, I advised him to speak with the bus conductor. The bus left a few minutes ago. Most likely, if he couldn’t get on, he’s still nearby, the clerk explained.
Are there any hotels nearby?' Tarun inquired.
There are many hotels, but the closest option is a lodge across the road. For other hotels, you’d need to go to the main town area, the clerk replied.
Though he couldn’t find Sachin, the information about his intention to return eased Tarun's tension. He went back to the car and entered on the driver’s side.
He came to check the tickets, which means he might have left on the bus or checked into one of the nearby hotels. There's a lodge, he said, pointing toward the lodge opposite where they were parked. He might have checked in there or moved to the main town area. It’s not easy to search all the hotels, but we can take a look at that lodge, Tarun suggested, driving toward it and stopping at the front.
Tarun, leave him alone. Anyway, we got the information we needed. He might misbehave with you, and I don’t want that to happen,' Kajol said.
Tarun agreed with her, realizing that creating an unnecessary scene might draw unwanted attention from others.
Kajol remained silent as they drove back to the resort. Tarun chose not to disturb her, understanding that her thoughts were preoccupied with Sachin during that moment.
What about dinner?' Tarun asked, but Kajol replied she wasn’t feeling hungry as they approached her room.
Once Tarun entered his own room, he took a hidden mobile phone from his bag and dialed a contact from his list.
Sir, we’re monitoring Bella, but he’s still in Delhi. I suspect there’s a critical agenda behind this trip. He’s meeting several politicians, which could indicate moves toward joining the ABC party,' the contact reported.
That means he’s planning to leverage his position after negotiating with the party. This could be dangerous. He’ll become more powerful once he enters politics,' Tarun responded.
'Indeed!' the contact affirmed.
You’re doing a great job. Keep an eye on him and update me. Remember, don’t call me—I’ll call you. Tarun appreciated his work.
Thank you sir' the contact replied. Sir, where are you now? Are you in Goa? Is that boyfriend of hers with you?'
We haven’t reached Goa yet. That loser has left, leaving his girlfriend with me, Tarun said bluntly.
Enjoy, sir. You’re certainly lucky when it comes to women, the contact said, his jealousy apparent in his tone.
Focus on your job. We’ll figure out something for you later, Tarun reassured him.
'Thank you, sir,' the contact replied before the call was disconnected.
Tarun attempted to dial Ashish after the call, but his phone remained unanswered.
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