Adultery Awaited desires - Completed

[Haran000]

14. Time

That night, I found solace in my sister-in-law's embrace, drifting off to sleep. After that, once Vedh left for college each morning, a hidden game of flirtation began between my sister-in-law and me, careful to keep it from Peddamma. Often, I initiated the kisses, and sometimes, playfully, I'd squeeze her boobs.

College introduced me to Kavya and Abhi, and our trio frequently explored Karimnagar city. Kavya, with a subtle intention I'd later understand, befriended Meenakshi, bringing her into our circle. Semester exams and lab practicals came and went. Kavya, to my surprise, failed a paper. It was then I realized her academic pursuits were more for show than genuine interest. There was one particularly memorable argument during an exam when she sat behind me, expecting to copy, and I refused. Though the paper she failed wasn't the one I'd denied her help on, she still blamed me, sulking for three days. Despite our arguments, our bond remained incredibly close and open.

Kavya’s arrival in my life was truly special; she was my first female friend. While her beauty initially drew me in, it was her genuine care for both Abhi and me that truly captivated me. She'd scold us affectionately when we did anything foolish, often saying, "What if I don't study? You guys should be fine." Her kindness, sweet words, and even her proud demeanor deepened my affection for her. When we were alone, our conversations were few, often punctuated by my teasing, which would invariably make her blush. Many times, I'd find myself gazing at Kavya, lost in thought. She knew I was watching; sometimes, without a word, my silent gaze would make her turn her face away. Perhaps it was just friendship, but all I wanted was to spend every possible moment with her.


On Diwali evening, after I had washed my face, checked my reflection, and combed my hair, my phone rang. It was a video call from Kavya.

 A video call? From Kavya? To me? My mind raced with questions.

I answered. 

She was stunning, dressed in a red langa voni (lehenga type). Yet, the ongoing pandemic had cast a somber shadow over all festivals; this Diwali felt muted.

"Hi Ra..." she began.

"Why are you so dressed up for Diwali, like it's Bathukamma?" I teased.

"To take photos..." she giggled, overflowing with joy.

"Are they looking for marriage proposals for you?" I continued.

"Oh, no... nothing like that. Just for the festival."

"Hmm..." I hummed, feigning indifference.

"How do I look?" she asked, her voice laced with anticipation.

What could I say? ‘You look adorable’? Marry me? Or should I wax poetic? Instead, I opted for my usual playful deflection.

"You look fine."

Her smile faltered slightly. "That's it?"

"You look good."

"Just good?" she pressed.

"Hmm, what else should I say?"

"I thought you'd say 'You look very good.'"

"Hey, you look good," I reiterated, trying to sound convincing.

"Hmm...." she trailed off.

"But your lips have too much lipstick," I added.

"Oh, really?" she asked, sounding genuinely surprised.

"Haha... I was just kidding."

"Hmm... This time I don't feel anything, Ra. Not going out, nothing."

"So you want Corona?" I quipped.

"Why did this wretched Corona even come?" she lamented.

"Never mind, it'll be gone by next year."

"That's what we have to think," she agreed.

"Okay. By the way, who's taking your photos?"

She walked from inside her house to the balcony, switching to the back camera. There was Abhi, and Meenakshi too.

"Bye..." I said, a wave of irritation washing over me.

"Hey, what happened?" Kavya asked, sensing my mood shift.

"You enjoy, I go. Unprofessional friends," I retorted, cutting the call before she could reply.

As soon as I hung up, Sandhya, appeared behind me.

"Oh, video calls are happening too?" she teased.

"Not really. Just normally," I mumbled.

"Okay, we'll be with Nikhila akka. You look after Kanna."

"Okay."

Vedh and I spent a long time bursting crackers. He giggled, mesmerized by a sparkler. Though initially scared, I slowly helped him light it with a stick. My brother, Vedh, and I simply spent time together, enjoying the quiet evening.

It was past eleven when we finally went inside. Vedh was asleep, so I carried him to my room and put him to bed next to me. Sleep, however, eluded me. Just then, Kavya sent a video on Insta.

"roll a die 3," the caption read.

"Okay, potti (short) Kavya?" I replied, poking fun at her.

An angry emoji popped up.

"Hahaha..."

"I didn't send that, Ra. That Manjusha is messaging me. Asking for your phone number?"

"Oh, really. Don't give it."

"I didn't give it. I told her I'd ask you first."

"Good."

"She sent this video; I forwarded it to you."

"Haha..."

"You've gotten too arrogant, Ra," she accused.

"What did I do?"

"What do you mean? Even in class, she's hitting on you. You don't even look at her."

"I don't like her."

"That's what I'm saying, you're arrogant. You feel like a big Hollywood hero, don't you?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"What's it to me? Nothing."

"Hmm..."

"Should I tell you something?"

"Tell me."

"You look pretty handsome ra. In the photos we took recently, you looked better than all the other boys."

I hadn't expected that. "What, are you having feelings or something?"

"Nah, not like that, I'm just saying."

"Okay."

"Should I ask one more thing?"

"Ask."

"How many accounts do you have?"

"Facebook, Instagram, WhatsApp, Telegram."

"Not those."

"I also need to open Union Bank, SBI, Indian Bank, but I didn't because the minimum deposit is 2000."

"Hey, don't play these games, I'm telling you."

"What games?"

"Don't you have anyone, a girlfriend?"

Uff, she was confusing me. Was she asking normally? Or was she asking because she liked me? "You are, aren't you? Girl-friend."

"Not like that, Ra, like love?"

"No."

"Then why are you avoiding Manjusha?"

How could I tell her, this chicken-brained girl? That I wasn't looking at anyone else, that talking only to her meant something profound to me? I lacked the courage, and her questions were always so perplexing. I didn't know what to think.

"I don't know, I don't have much contact with girls," I confessed.

"Yeah, I guess so."

For a while, neither of us replied. Then I sent two or three videos from my feed, and she responded with laughing emojis. After that, she sent another video.

"We should be mutual friends because if they break up, you can take a chance with the girl, right?" I messaged, trying to gauge her reaction.

"Tch, tch... Do you need that?" she replied, sounding slightly annoyed.

"What, don't you think so?"

"So, do you intend to take a chance on Meenakshi now?"

"Yes. She's a damn good figure." I was testing her, seeing how far I could push. “If she won’t take Abhi I’ll catchup on her”

"It's been so many days, and this thought hasn't left you?"

"I see her every day, right?"

"Don't look then."

"Why are you telling me that?"

"It's wrong, Ra."

"Okay, never mind, did you eat?"

"Hmm..."

Just then, WhatsApp notifications buzzed. A new group had been created. In it, Abhiram had uploaded the photos they took that evening. As I was about to open the group chat to see them, a message flashed: "Kavya has removed you."

I immediately messaged Kavya on WhatsApp.

"Why did you remove me?"

"Your photos aren't there."

"Even if they aren't, I'll see your photos, right?"

"Not necessary."

"I'll see if they're good or not."

"I told you it's not necessary," she insisted.

I'm used to sending GIFs, so I sent one. Then another blank message, implying another GIF.

"Another GIF. What's with the timing?" she replied.

"Are you coming to college tomorrow?" I asked, trying to shift the topic.

"Why on Friday, Saturday? I'll come on Monday."

"Then I'll also come on Monday."

"Yeah, I'll tell Abhi too. I'll ask him to tell Meenu. I'll ask him to tell Manjusha. Let's tell the whole class, everyone come on Monday." she retorted, her sarcasm evident.

"Oh, you're doing comedy too?"

"What, only you can do it? Can't we, Swamy?"

"Why are you calling me Swamy again?"

"I will. My wish."

"Okay, good night."

"Good night."

You must be wondering, right? Why would she video call me? Why would she tell me not to talk about Meenakshi or look at her? Even if Manjusha sent that video, it wouldn't have mattered if she hadn't forwarded it to me, so why did she? Why did she chat with me for so long?


-

Monday,

The drone of Murali Sir’s Relative Physics class filled the air, a soundtrack to Kavya’s artistic endeavors beside me. Leaning intently, elbow propped, she sketched on a scrap of paper, her focus so absolute you’d think she was blueprints for an interstellar craft. Yet, when it came to academics, her brain seemed to short-circuit, leaving behind only chicken scratch. And before you protest about my “heroine” — my wife, my choice, what’s it to you? Just kidding!

I reached out, four fingers extended, and gave Kavya a light tap on the back of her head.

She spun around, a furious mother hen whose chicks had just been prodded.

“Listen to the class,” I instructed.

“Get lost!” she shot back.

“You flunked this very paper. Pay attention.”

“I listened, I just don’t get it,” she retorted, then, with a dismissive wave, “You listen, Vinayaka.”

“Your karma,” I sighed.

While Kavya was engrossed in her doodles, Manjusha in the second row was swiveling her neck like an owl, her large eyes fixed on me. My life was a mess: the girl I liked caused trouble, and the one I didn't seemed to be winking at me. My studies, already precarious, were suffering. Not that I was on track for greatness anyway.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the period. Sir departed.

“Why are you drawing silly patterns, you silly girl?” Abhi prodded Kavya.

“They’re not silly patterns,” she defended, “They’re practice for Sankranti.”

“There are still two months left,” I chimed in, “Even cricketers don’t practice two months before a tournament.”

“Oh, you guys know nothing about girls,” Kavya scoffed. “Besides, listening to that class makes me sleepy.”

“No, you don’t sleep at night, and you sometimes sleep in class?” I teased.

“It’s my choice. I watched a movie on Netflix last night.”

“Oh, my subscription for four months. My money. Give me eight hundred.”

“If you ask me for money, your eyes will fall out,” she scoffed, genuinely indignant. “You’d ask me for money? Tsk, you should be ashamed as a man.”

Does she sounded like a wife? I must be imagining things.

“If you have that, you won’t study,” I pointed out.

“What’s your problem, dude? You’re acting like a fourth-grader. You’re a friend, you gave the subscription. Can’t you do at least that much for a friend?”

"Friend." Again with the "friend." This girl… Shush…

Just then, EM Sir walked in, and silence descended upon us.


At 12:30, we settled in the garden for lunch. Meenakshi joined us, as did Manjusha. Abhi and I, leaving the three girls to themselves, sat about ten feet away.

Lunch concluded, and the eagerness I’d been suppressing for two days surged forward. I had to see Kavya’s photos.

“Bro, can you show me Kavya’s photos?” I asked Abhi.

“Don’t have them, deleted.”

“Hey, don’t lie. Please, show me.”

“She didn’t let you stay in the group because she didn’t want you to see them.”

“Hey, give me the phone.”

“She’ll scold me if she finds out.”

“Just give it to me first.”

I snatched the phone from his hand. After he unlocked it with Touch ID, I navigated to the gallery. There she was: Kavya, adorned beautifully in a pattu langa voni, standing beneath the henna tree behind her house.

“How adorable she is. I asked you to send them, and you said no.”

“How can I send them like that?”

“Am I a stranger?”

“If you want them, why don’t you ask her directly instead of involving me?”

“If I ask for photos, she’ll look at me from head to toe, like the mean pervert I am.”

Abhi looked at me directly, silently, with a strange expression.

“What is it?”

“Kavya likes you, Hari.”

Really? Could I trust that? But she didn’t act like it, did she?

“What?”, I paused.

“She was my classmate until fifth grade when we were kids. We used to live next door to her. Until eighth grade, Kavya and I were good friends. Then we moved houses. We met again in college. She wouldn’t talk to any other boys except me.”

I listened, not interrupting, my eyes still on Kavya’s photos.

“She asked you how she looked on a video call, why did she refuse to show photos?”

Yes, why?

“Why?”

“That’s why,… what do I know?”

“What do you say now?”

“I told her yesterday that I’d call you. She said no.”

“What if I came?”

“I don’t know. Kavya likes you, Hari.”

I zoomed in on her face in a photo where Kavya was sitting, fixating on her lips. Strawberry slices. I wanted to bite them.

“Are you listening?” Abhi’s voice broke my reverie.

“Yeah, I’m listening. So what should I do? I don’t have the courage, dude.”

“Why?”

“You might be thinking that, but what if it’s not true, and because of this, I lose her friendship too?”

Abhi had no answer. I continued to gaze at Kavya’s photos.

“This is the age of enchanting beauty, the loveliness of a graceful swan.
Yours are words of sweet mandarins, are you the moon of sandalwood?
The woman who charms me, do my gazes befit you?
My heart longs to reach you, a silence that cannot express love.”

As I lost myself in Kavya’s images, Abhi tapped my shoulder. I looked up, questioning, and he gestured forward. Kavya was approaching us. Meenakshi and Manjusha were leaving.
I handed Abhi his phone back.

“Why are you two sitting here staring at each other from a distance?” Kavya asked, then turned to Abhi. “Meenu, are you just going to look at each other, or are you going to talk?”

“What’s there to tell? Doesn’t she know I love her?” Abhi replied, feigning nonchalance.

“Then tell her.”

“There’s no need to tell her. Won’t she just come and say she likes me too?”

“Ha, you two stay like this. Look at Hari, he’s useless. While she’s winking from there, he’s sitting with his phone, an idiot.”

“Why are you dragging me into this?” I protested.

“Oh, just to pass the time.”

“Hey Hari, give me an idea, I need to tell Meenakshi,” Abhi pleaded.

“Go direct.”

“Huh…”

“Stop looking at her every day. Say, ‘When should we get a fuck?’”

They both stared at me, stunned by my suggestion.

Kavya shrieked, “She’ll hit you with a slipper! I asked for an idea, what kind of words are those, you idiot!”

“Hey, you don’t know. Wait.”

I looked at Abhi, then leaned in to whisper my plan.

“If the plan goes wrong, my life will be ruined, dude,” Abhi said, his face etched with worry.

“Your choice. You asked for an idea, I gave it.”

“What did you even say?” Kavya demanded.

“I’ll tell you later.”

She snapped at me, “Your ‘later’ can rot. You already have three ‘later’ things, and you say ‘later’ again. How will those ever get together?”

“Three? What are they?”

“The doubts I asked.”

“Okay, ask later, I’ll tell you…” I laughed.

“Your nose, come on, let’s go.”

Lunch concluded, our conversation ceased, and as we headed to class, Mahesh intercepted us.

“What’s up, you three are getting along well?” Mahesh began, then turned to Kavya. “Hey Kavya, don’t you remember me?”

Kavya silently lowered her head and nodded, a reluctant affirmation.

“Oh, you remember me? When do I come to mind? When you’re in bed? When you’re in the bathroom?”

Anger flared within me. This guy and his words.

Kavya, feigning innocence, replied, “That’s not it, sir, you came to mind the other day?”

Mahesh edged closer to Kavya, leaning his neck slightly as he pressed, “Did I come to mind…?”

Srujan, nearby, made a sound of disgust.

“Tell me, when did I come to mind?” Mahesh insisted.

“Well…” Kavya began, “the other day, in a news report, they said a guy who was bothering girls got beaten with slippers and brooms. That’s when you came to mind.”

Why did this silly girl say that?

Mahesh grabbed Kavya’s shoulders tightly, his face contorted in fury. “What, so now you’re saying they’ll beat me?”

A pang of anxiety shot through me. Why did he grab her like that? Without a second thought, I grabbed Mahesh and pushed him away.

“What are you doing in the middle, moron?” Mahesh bristled.

“Cool, brother, cool,” I said, trying to diffuse the tension. “She said you came to mind, that’s all, she didn’t say they’d beat you. Why are you angry?”

“Come on, Kavya, it’s almost class time…” I said, taking Kavya’s hand.

Mahesh grabbed my collar and pulled me towards him. “What are you doing, grabbing her hand?”

“Just because she’s a friend.” I looked directly into his eyes, defiance blazing.

“So what if she’s a friend? I already told you, Kavya…”

“Brother…” I interrupted, my voice firm. “Kavya is my friend, okay? Friendship is different, ragging is different. It’s bothering Kavya when you talk like that. Don’t keep stopping Kavya like that.”

“What, are you giving a warning? Do you think you’re a hero?” Mahesh sneered.

I still poked my face into his, maintaining unwavering eye contact. “No, I’m speaking the truth.”

“What, arrogance?”

“If you bother Kavya or make her uncomfortable, I won’t stand quietly, bro.”

He tightened his grip on my collar. “Let’s see, dude… who cares about you.”

“If you bother Kavya, will I just stand still?”

He attempted to lift me, crushing my collar. I glanced around; everyone outside was watching us.

“You have a collar too, I have hands. If I grab yours, you’ll be the one with the problem. Everyone’s watching.”

He let go.

“I’ll show you guys in the evening,” Mahesh spat, a veiled threat.

I looked at him, my expression conveying, "Do whatever you want," and we walked towards class.

We entered the classroom and sat down. The three of us remained silent. Perhaps they didn’t know what to say to me after what had transpired.

Two hours later, we emerged from the university. Abhi pulled up on his bike.

“Should I drop Kavya home?” he asked.

“I’ll go by bus,” Kavya replied.

Abhi nodded at Kavya, then looked at me, a silent invitation for us to walk 
together.

Kavya and I walked along the footpath, paralleling the university compound wall. Just then, Mahesh sped past us on his bike, glaring back at me with a threatening look as he went.

Kavya took my right hand in her left, her grip gentle but firm. “Don’t fight with him, Krishna.” She squeezed my palm even tighter.

“I didn’t like his words. Didn’t it seem too much today?”

Our steps faltered.

“They’re not ordinary people,” Kavya said, her voice laced with anxiety. “What if they keep an eye on us and do something harsh?”

Clear anxiety clouded Kavya’s eyes. She was looking at me directly but seemed hesitant, almost embarrassed, to say anything more. Gazing at her beautiful twinkle eyes with fondness, noticing her pupils nervously darting, I covered Kavya’s cheek with my right hand.

With a small smile, I said, “Something happened today. Mahesh will be normal by tomorrow. I just got a little angry in the moment.”

She blushed. I saw it. Could I trust my eyes? I didn’t know.

She began walking again.

“I thought you only hero looks, but you have heroism too,” Kavya said softly.

“Oh, it’s nothing like that.”

“Yeah… you don’t have that much of a scene.”

We both laughed and stopped at the bus stop. A bus arrived almost immediately. We both boarded.

We stood facing each other. I leaned my face towards Kavya, a mischievous glint in my eye, and looked at her pretty face. She smiled shyly in return.

“Lately, you’ve been looking at me strangely,” Kavya observed.

I didn’t know what to say; she was catching my expressions, my gazes. “Strangely, how?”

“I don’t know, not like before.”

I turned my face away.

The bus braked, and she stumbled, falling into my arms. She hugged me. I feigned ignorance, and she lowered her face in embarrassment.

Did Kavya really like me, as Abhi said? It certainly seemed so. I leaned my head and inhaled the scent of her hair.

She took a step forward. My nose buried itself further in her hair. The fragrance of jasmine vines clouded my mind.

For a minute, did she intentionally step forward? No, no, her stop was coming up.

The bus pulled to a halt at her stop.

Kavya, her voice a soft whisper in my ear, “Let’s meet tomorrow. Bye.”

She stepped off the bus.


The bus pulled away, leaving Kavya in its wake. No sooner had I stepped off than my phone buzzed with a call from Sandhya.

"Hello, Vadina," I answered, a smile touching my lips.

"Hari, are you coming?" Her voice, warm and inviting, drifted through the phone.

"Yes, Vadina, I've crossed the bypass," I replied, my gaze fixed on the familiar road ahead.

"Athamma went to a relative's house," she informed me. "Kanna also went, saying he'd go with Athamma."

"Oh..." I murmured, a hint of disappointment in my tone.

"Oh, not 'Oh,' my second husband," she corrected playfully, her voice laced with a charming possessiveness. "Come home without stopping anywhere. Mwah."

A pang of regret shot through me. If only she had called fifteen minutes earlier, I would have taken the express bus and been there sooner. "Okay, okay, I'm on the bus. I'll be there."

Upon reaching the house, I slipped inside, the door clicking shut behind me. I made my way to the kitchen, where Sandhya, resplendent in a blue saree, was occupied. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pulling her close. Lowering my head, I pressed a kiss to the graceful curve of her neck.

"Mmmmmm..." she hummed, a soft sound of contentment.

"Are you in the mood for me today?" I whispered, my lips still lingering on her skin.

She turned to face me, her eyes sparkling. "Why do you ask that?"

"Because you called and told me," I replied, a smirk playing on my lips.

Our lips met, a fiery dance igniting between us. As my hands roamed her soft waist, her breasts pressed against my lap. I tugged down the pallu that veiled those enticing mounds, then leaned in and kissed them.

"Ah, not here," she protested softly, a breathless sound escaping her lips.

Without a moment's hesitation, I slipped my hands under her buttocks, lifting her effortlessly. I carried her to my room, the scent of her filling my senses. The door closed with a soft thud. I shed my shirt, and she, with equal eagerness, discarded her blouse. She then sat me on the bed, straddling me with an intoxicating grace.

She offered her breasts to me, and I took them greedily into my mouth, sucking with an uninhibited desire.

"Iss... Maridi..." she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair.

With one hand, I held her left breast, continuing to suckle, while the other pulled down the pleats of her saree. "Take it all off. Nothing should be left," I urged, my voice thick with passion.

"Hmm..." she assented, her weight shifting as she leaned on my shoulders and stood up. In a swift motion, I pulled down her saree, petticoat, and even her underwear. I gently pushed her onto the bed, climbed atop her, and rained kisses upon her neck. She, in turn, tugged at my undershirt, removing it.

Lying on top of her, I pressed her beautiful form against my chest, kissing and licking her neck. My hands massaged her waist, delighting in the softness and tenderness of her skin. 

She cupped my face in her hands and kissed my lips with a searing passion.

"Mmmmmm..." she sighed.

"Umm..." I responded, equally lost in the moment.

I moved lower, kissing her chest, then held and squeezed her erect nipples with both hands.

"Ah... As soon as your hands touch them, they want more," she gasped, her body arching into my touch.

I held them like dough, squeezing them hard.

"Ss... Squeeze them... Mmmmmm..." she whimpered, her voice a seductive melody.

"My hands won't stop squeezing, Vadina..." I promised, my voice a husky whisper.

As I licked her in between, she pressed my head further down. My hands continued to squeeze her breasts, my chin buried in her snowy navel. I poked my cold tongue into that small, warm space, and a shiver ran through her body. She pressed my hair, her moans echoing in the room, as I passionately squeezed her breasts.

"Ah... This is how you'll kill me," she breathed, her voice a strained whisper.

I playfully bit her navel, then moved up and bit her left breast with my front teeth.

"Ah... Mmm..." she whimpered, a mix of pleasure and protest.

I licked and played with the bitten nipple, and she, trembling, pressed my head, stopping me gently. I moved up, meeting her gaze. Her chest heaved, and her eyes, heavy with desire, locked onto mine.

"Tongue has really done its job today, Maridi," she said, her voice husky.

I kissed her lips. My right hand moved lower, finding her mound. She shivered in my embrace.

"Aaah... Maridi..."

As I twirled and stroked her clitoris with my finger, she closed her eyes, moaned, and hugged me tightly. Releasing her grip, I slid down, burying my face between her thighs. I kissed the corn cobs - of her beauty, and as she pressed my head deeper, I kissed her juicy, honey-dipped, folded sweet kaja-like petals. She moaned, pressing my hair.
"Ah..."

During the kiss, I took her clitoris between my lips and pulled gently.

"Aaaah Maridi..." she cried out, her body trembling.

I put my tongue out and bit it with my lips, like biting a soft, boiled peanut.

"Ammmmh...." she screamed, heavily and trembling.

With her honey-like stickiness on my chin, I lowered my face, pressed my tongue through the folds of her petals, and licked upwards. The taste was mild and driving me wild.

"Iss..." she moaned, her voice a breathless whisper. She squeezed her stiffening, tingling tightness, and then rested both thighs on my shoulders. I then began my task of licking, tasting between the honeyed folds, my tongue caressing her sweet petals. As Vadina moaned sweetly, the vocal music a symphony to my ears, I moved my tongue with rhythmic precision.

"Mmmmm..."

Putting my hands under her buttocks, I lifted her up and pressed her against my mouth, licking her intensely, like sucking a tamarind spoon. As if a storm had raged through her body, she swayed, grinding her thighs, wetting my mouth as if bathing it. She made me drink her nectar before collapsing onto the bed. Swallowing that taste, I moved up with kisses, joining the sweetness below with the sweetness above. We bit each other's lips deeply, passionately, intoxicated, crazily lost in the moment.

"You ate me up, my darling!" she exclaimed, a triumphant glint in her eyes.

"If you feed him, will your second husband not eat?" I teased, nuzzling her neck.

"Mmm..." she purred, rolling me to the side. She got up and straddled my legs, her hands quickly unbuttoning my pants, unzipping, and pulling them down. 

My erect sword of pleasure sprang free. I gazed mesmerized into her desiring eyes. She bit her lips, her gaze fixed on my manhood. She held it as it bent towards her stomach and made it straight. Pulling back the foreskin, she looked at the shining head with its honey bubbles, then bent down and kissed it. At that kiss, the nerves in my body tingled, and I trembled. After the kiss, she touched it with her tongue. My whole body tingled, and I muttered, "Fuck... Vadina."

"Fuckk has time, Maridi. I'm preparing this for that," she replied, her words sending shivers down my spine, making me even crazier. She pressed her tongue at the base of my shaft and moved it upwards.

"Ah..." I gasped.

She took the glands into her mouth. My nerves stood out, and floating in the air, I thrust forward, pushing it further into her mouth. She tightened her cheeks around me and began to suck like a popsicle. I closed my eyes and leaned back in pleasure. "Slurp slurp," she sucked me passionately. I slightly lifted my hips, adjusting to Vadina's mouth. Then she released me and sat on my thighs.

"Stay like that. Hold my waist," she commanded softly. I held her waist as she said. She impaled herself on me and sat down. My wet member slid smoothly into her wet hole.

"Yours goes in with a whoosh!" she exclaimed, her voice a breathless whisper.

"Should I push it further? It's still a bit out," I asked, my voice thick with desire.

"Oh no, don't," she responded, placing her hands on my chest and beginning to move. As I put my hands on her waist, holding and squeezing her butter-like buttocks, she rubbed her flower against my member passionately.

"Ah Hari..." she moaned.

"You'll fuck me, Vadina. My brother alone isn't enough for your lusty cunt," I teased, my hips starting to move with hers.

"That's why I'm sucking your dick, my dear Maridi," she shot back, a playful glint in her eyes.

I held her waist again, pressed my feet against the bed, and began to thrust back. My thrusts hit her buttocks, making a "thap thap" sound as she moved.

"Ah... How was my sucking? Did you like it?" she asked, her breath coming in short gasps.

"If you suck, it's not just 'liking' it, Vadina, it drives me crazy," I confessed, my voice strained with pleasure.

"Mmmmm... Ah, fuck... Mmm...fuck..." Her moans filled the room, mingling with the sounds of our lovemaking. I don't know how long it lasted, but the air vibrated with our passion.

"Should I suck again?" she whispered, her voice laced with playful anticipation.

"Sss... No... Ah, Vadina..." I managed to stammer, my body on the verge of eruption.

She fell on top of me, hugging me tightly. As she moved her legs, I couldn't hold back anymore and ejaculated inside her. We lay on our sides, kissing, and I held her close in my lap.


All day, my thoughts had been fixated on one thing: how to tell Kavya my feelings after Abhi's suggestion. Even though it felt like she might also like me, I suspected my assumption might be wrong. I was also afraid our friendship might be ruined, but how long could I stay like this? There was another year of college, so I decided to wait and see.

Vadina's soft kiss on my cheek brought me back to the present. "Why are you like that? Was I too hasty?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.

"No, not at all, Vadina," I reassured her, hugging her warmly.

"What else are you thinking about?" she prompted gently.

"Vadina, is it okay for a girl to be casually close with a guy?" I asked, the question I'd been wrestling with all day finally escaping my lips.

"Why not? Girls will be friends if they trust someone. If they suspect anything, they keep their distance," she replied, her words offering a surprising clarity.

"Do you think Kavya is just friends with me?" I ventured, my heart pounding in my chest.

She turned my face towards her, her eyes searching mine. "Maridi... You feel Kavya is more than a friend, right?"

"I told you, Vadina. I liked her the moment I saw her," I admitted, the truth finally laid bare.

"You like people the moment you see them, you're a man. Didn't you like me? Don't you like beautiful people?" she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

"But Vadina..." I started, but she cut me off with a kiss.

"Hari... If you're thinking about Kavya this much, you're in love. Is Kavya thinking about you?"

"I don't know," I confessed, the uncertainty a heavy weight on my chest. Yes, does Kavya even think about me? Why would she?

"To know, if you tell her, she'll tell you if she does or not," Sandhya stated simply.

I remained silent, the implications of her words swirling in my mind.

"Unless someone says something, it won't come out, Hari... If you keep quiet like this, it will just stay that way."

"What if after I tell her, she says, 'It's not like that for me. I didn't think you'd feel this way,' and then she distances herself from me?" I voiced my biggest fear.

"Or what if because you told her, she also starts to love you? She'll think about what you said, right?"

Yes, what Vadina says also makes sense. What if me telling her is the trigger?

"If I hadn't brought you close and you hadn't opened your mouth, would we be like this today, Hari?" she asked, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"Yes," I admitted, realizing the truth of her words.

"Let time come, Hari."

Time. I was waiting for time. My life felt like it had hit the pause button again, waiting for the opportunity to tell Kavya my love. Abhiram was also trying to gather courage, like I told Meenakshi, and I was waiting for an opportunity. And so, three more months passed without anything happening.

“Everything needed to align for me to tell her. 

Thought, Step, Opportunity, Time.”

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