An Innocent Beauty Continues Part2

[Deepak.kapoor]

Stunned Observers and Rising Jealousy

In the adjoining seat, Riya and Arjun sat frozen, their eyes wide and breaths caught in their throats as they watched the scene unfold between Meera and Vikram. The darkness of the cinema hall had offered a shroud of secrecy, but what they had just witnessed shattered the boundaries of anything they expected.


Arjun’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he saw Meera straddling Vikram, both lost in the throes of passion. His hands clenched into fists, a surge of jealousy washing over him. How had Vikram managed to push things so far to such a point with Meera? Arjun had been playing his game, manipulating Riya, but seeing Vikram take control and drive Meera to such a climax filled him with envy and a wave of simmering anger.


He turned his gaze to Riya, who was sitting in a state of stunned silence. Her face was pale, her mouth slightly open as if trying to find any words to make sense of what she had just witnessed. This wasn’t the protective, composed bhabhi she knew; this was a version of Meera overtaken by raw desire, a side Riya never thought existed. It was as if the person in front of her was a stranger.


"Meera..." Riya whispered, her voice choked with confusion and disbelief. She couldn't wrap her head around how things had spiraled so far. Just a short while ago, Meera guided her, helping her navigate this nightmare. But now, she saw her sister-in-law surrendering to desire.


Arjun’s eyes darted back to the scene, a mixture of jealousy and lust clouding his thoughts. He wanted that same surrender from Riya. A plan formed in his mind; if Vikram could take things that far with Meera, he could do the same with Riya.


He leaned closer to Riya, placing a hand on her thigh, his grip firm as he whispered in her ear, “You saw that, didn’t you? Your bhabhi finally let herself go. Now, it’s your turn.”


Riya’s heart raced, her eyes still fixed on Meera as she tried to process everything. She felt Arjun’s hand on her leg.


Beside her, Arjun’s grip on her thigh tightened, his fingers pressing into her skin with a possessive strength that made her flinch. His eyes bore into her, burning with jealousy and desire. He couldn’t stand how Vikram had managed to push things so far, to have Meera surrender in such a way. His envy was plain, and he was determined not to give Vikram the upper hand.


Leaning in close, his lips brushing against Riya’s ear, Arjun whispered in a voice that sent a chill down her spine, “You saw that, Riya, didn’t you? Meera finally stopped resisting. She gave in and looked at how much pleasure it brought her. You want to feel that too, don’t you?”


Riya’s heart pounded in her chest, her breathing uneven as she struggled to respond. Her gaze darted back to Meera, who was still sitting on Vikram’s lap, her body trembling from the intensity of what had just happened. Riya’s confusion only deepened. Was this really what Meera wanted? Or was she just as trapped as Riya felt now?


“Your bhabhi let herself go, and now it's your turn,” Arjun continued, commanding and coaxing. His hand slid further up her thigh. “Stop fighting it, Riya. Let yourself feel the moment. Give in to what you’ve been denying.”


Riya turned to look at him, her eyes wide and glistening with fear. “No, I... I can’t,” she mumbled.


Arjun’s lips curled into a sly smile as he shifted closer, his breath hot on her cheek. “You can, and you will,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. His hand moved up to her waist, pulling her closer to him. “You saw how much Meera enjoyed it. You will too, Riya. Just let go.”


Riya's breath hitched as she struggled to keep her composure, her body tensing under his grip. She knew she was standing on the edge of a precipice, just one step away from being pushed into the same depths that Meera had fallen into.


Sensing her hesitation, Arjun tilted her face toward his with a firm but gentle grip on her chin. His eyes were dark, hungry, and filled with determination. “Just one kiss, Riya. Let yourself feel it. You owe me that much,” he murmured, his thumb brushing her lower lip.