Adultery Awaited desires - Completed

[Haran000]

In 2022, notifications were released for Junior Lecturer posts in government colleges. For a Physics Lecturer, a PG was required. If we secured a rank among the 119 available posts, I will be selected. I set that as my goal and immersed myself in study. 

In the winter of 2023, Abhi planned a Karnataka tour. I painstakingly convinced Kavya, and the four of us – myself, Kavya, Abhi, and Meenakshi – embarked on the trip together. We journeyed through the Chikmagalur hills, and on the way back, amidst the cool mountain forests, as evening descended, we discovered rented tents were available in the area. We set up our camp.

After dark, with a newfound leisure, we gathered around a campfire.

"It's a good setup, buddy," I remarked, "one tent for them, one for us."

"Not like that," Abhi countered, "Meenu and I in one tent, and you two in another."

"Big planning, huh?" I chuckled.

So Kavya and I sat side by side. Abhi and Meenakshi disappeared into their tent. Their shadows flickered outside, illuminated by the light within. He took off his shirt, and Meenakshi shed her sweater. We could even discern their silhouettes, as if they were lying on top of each other and kissing.

"Hey, you lustful bastard, turn off the light…" I muttered, glancing at Kavya. "She won't even kiss me if the mood strikes here."

The light in their tent extinguished. Here, Kavya's phone torch flickered on, shining directly into my eyes. The light was too strong, blurring my vision.

"Turn it off," I winced.

She turned it off and settled into my lap. I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face in her neck and kissing her.

"I won't let you kiss me, then what's this?" Kavya whispered, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"That's not it, it's more than that."

"Krishna…"

I hugged her tightly around her waist. "Hmm, tell me."

"Say something?"

"What should I say?"

"Anything?"

I fell silent. We both looked up at the vast expanse of the night sky, where stars twinkled like scattered diamonds. I kissed her cheek.

"Only these," she murmured. "Everything else after marriage."

"Okay, look at those stars," I prompted.

"Huh, I'm looking."

"Look carefully," I instructed. "See the one near the moon in the upper right corner? It doesn't twinkle."

"But it shines, right?"

"Not like that, it doesn't twinkle, the light just keeps coming. Look at the others, they twinkle."

"Yes, that's right."

"This isn't a star, it's a planet," I explained. "That's why it doesn't twinkle, the light just keeps coming."

"I didn't know this, you know.”

I kissed her forehead. "Hmm…. Shall I tell you something? The Earth rotates around the sun and also spins like a top."

"Yes, I know."

I kissed her nose. "Not only that, the Earth also rotates at an angle, as if it's tilting sideways."

"Hmm, I know this too."

"I'll tell you something else," I continued. "The sun also rotates around our galaxy and spins like a top on its own axis."

"Hmm…"

"Not only the sun, but other stars also rotate like this." I slipped my hands inside her sweater, gently rubbing my cold fingers on her waist. She blissfully kissed my chin.
"Hmm…"

"Now, there's a star that revolves directly in line with our sun. It's behind the sun, that's why we can't see it."

"Huh…" I moved my hands a little further down her beautiful body. "Now, listen, I'll tell you more."

"Enough, Krishna."

"Why, is it boring you?" She laughed, a sweet, musical sound.

"You naughty Krishna," she teased, "your mischievous acts are enough, that's what I'm saying."

I kissed her neck. 

"Oh, no, Krishna."

"Should I tell you or not?"

"Tell me…"

"The Earth rotates at an angle, right?" I touched her left breast with my ice-cold index finger.

"Mmmmmm…" She bit her lower lip with her teeth.

"As the angle changes, the pole angle changes, and whichever star our Earth physically points to becomes our North Star." I pressed my tongue into the soft curve of her neck, lingering there.

"Isss, enough."

"Should I tell you or not?"

"Oh, tell me."

"Once every nine hundred sixty years, the star that revolves in alignment with our sun changes." I placed my right hand completely over her soft, boob-like heart and gently squeezed it.

"Aah…." she moaned passionately. I inhaled the scent of her hair on her neck and lightly stroked it with my fingertips.

"Mmmmmm…. Krishna, tell me…"

"So, once every nine hundred sixty years, a star changes, and our sun aligns with twenty-seven stars, and after twenty-six thousand years, our sun aligns with the first star again." I twirled my thumb on her erect, warm nipple.

"Mmmmmm… We won't be alive for that many years. What's the point of knowing? Tell me something else."

"Will you come into the tent?"

She buried her face in my neck, her voice deep and intoxicating. "Take me."

I picked her up, carried her into the tent, and made her sit down. "Tell me."

I held her face in my hands, looking into her eyes, and stroked her lower lip. "Kavvi…."

"Hmm…."

"How beautiful you are. I fell for you the moment I saw you. Give me a kiss."

"I already gave you one, didn't I?"

"Not like that, I feel like biting your lips."

"Oh no, don't."

"Don't say that. I've imagined so much for three years."

"Let's wait a few more days."

"Give me a kiss, I'll control myself."

With a pout, "Uh-huh…"

"Okay, I'll tell you a poem," I offered. "Will you give me one if you like it?"

"Haha…."

"Will you give me one?"

"First, it has to be good, right?"

I cleared my throat and began:

“My sweet Mayuri, you a playful friend.

 A clever wordsmith, an annoying cutie.

 Are you an illusion with icy eyes, 

or a mesmerizing mynah bird.

 You sway your swan waist, 

a beauty that throws me off course.

Are you a hopping rabbit, 

my beloved, who brings me joy.

 You are the moonlight of my love, 

and I being with you, as your shadow.

 If you give me a kiss, 

I will love you eternally as the very life, as my wife.”

That’s it. Her strawberry-sweet lips pressed against mine. I put my hand behind her head and took her upper lip into my mouth. Kissing, I lowered her onto her back, and started sucking that strawberry juice. Leaving the taste, I kissed her neck, pulling up the edges of her sweater. Her t-shirt came off with the sweater. Nothing was visible in the dark. I took off my t-shirt and hugged her.

"Aah…"

I rubbed her neck and completely took off her t-shirt. Throwing both our shirts aside, I inhaled the scent of her neck. I lifted both her arms and buried my nose in her armpit, sniffing her sweat.

"Isss…. No."

I kissed her armpit. "Aah…." she shivered.

"Hmm, Kavvi…..", licked armpit folds.

"Chee, no… dirty rascal." She pushed me aside.

I rested my head under her neck again, closing my eyes. 

"Chee, I thought you were dark and dirty, but these are filthy fantasies stupid."

"Just wait till we get married, you little chicken…"

"I'll slap you. The kiss is over, shut up and sleep."

"Kavvi…. Let's do it…."

"Oh no…"

"I even brought condoms."

"Don't ask, I'll get in the mood."

I quickly went down, held her waist, and kissed her belly button. 

"Aah… Krishna, no… I'm not ready."

I went back up. "Hey…. Really no, are you scared because it's the first time?"

"Both, I guess. After marriage, it's up to you, dear… I love you…."

I kissed her forehead. "Haha…. Cool…. Kavvi, from now on, you're everything to me."

"Hmm…. I'll take care of you like Kanha, Krishna…"

I hugged her lovingly, burying my face on her heart, and we drifted off to sleep.

—-(

The Joint Lecturer exams were finally over, leaving me with a peculiar sense of aimlessness. To bridge the gap, I'd taken on a lecturer position at a private inter college in Karimnagar.

It was August 2024. My family, with an unusual burst of enthusiasm, had roused me early, insisting I bathe and dress in my finest clothes. Before I knew it, we were in the car, heading towards Karimnagar. My elder brother, the steady hand at the wheel, was focused on the road, while Peddamma sat beside him. In the back, I was sandwiched between my sister-in-law, Sandhya, on my right, and Vedh on my left. Vedh, ever curious, had the window half-open, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery.

As we entered Karimnagar, Sandhya gently reminded Vedh to close the window, a task I promptly carried out.

“Babai,” Vedh chirped, his voice bubbling with joy, “we’re going to Pinni’s house!”

“Mommy’s younger sister is your pinni, yes,” I corrected him playfully.

Vedh, however, was adamant. “No, mommy said we’re going to pinni’s house.”

I turned to Sandhya, a hint of confusion in my voice. “What’s up, Vadhina?”

Peddamma and Sandhya exchanged a soft chuckle, a knowing look passing between them.

Suddenly, a realization dawned on me. “Oh my God,” I thought, “these people have played a ‘Chakra Dhoopi Maya Melody’ on me.” It hit me like a ton of bricks: this was my match-making day. We were on our way to see a girl.

I glanced at Sandhya. She pursed her lips, a mischievous smile playing on them.

“Vadhina,” I whispered, “I told you about Kavya, didn’t I?”

Sandhya, her voice firm, cut me off. “Don’t talk about Kavya now. Let’s finish the current task first.”

“Are you crazy? I’m not coming,” I retorted, a surge of panic rising within me.

“Oh, just be quiet,” Sandhya insisted.

“Be quiet about what? Ugh…” My protests were cut short as the car pulled to a stop in front of Mohan Uncle’s house. 

Mohan Uncle’s house? What the f… Hadn’t his daughter gotten married yet? And he’d already bought a building in Hyderabad for his would be nephew without her even getting married?

As soon as I stepped out of the car, I made a beeline for the tree in front of the function hall gate, my fingers already dialing Kavya’s number.

“Yeah, tell me, Kanha,” Kavya’s familiar voice answered.

“I have match-making,” I blurted out.

“Me too! Wow… what a coincidence, yaar…” she responded, her voice light and cheerful.

“Stop with the three languages,” I pleaded, my voice urgent. “I’m near your house, come on, let’s elope.”

“Why?” she asked, a hint of surprise in her tone.

“I can’t tell my family about our love. Let’s just get married in a temple and come back,” I reasoned, my mind racing.

“Krishna, my foolishness has rubbed off on you,” Kavya scoffed. “Shut up and go see the girl at the match-making.”

“Yeah, after seeing her…” I began, but she cut me off.

“Lick her armpits you pervert!” she hit, and then the line went dead.

With a heavy sigh, I walked into Mohan Uncle’s house. Everyone was already there.
“What, Hari?” Mohan Uncle greeted me, a broad smile on his face. “You asked I did have daughters, didn’t you?”

Unable to articulate a response, I offered a shy smile, not wanting to hurt his feelings. He approached me, placing his hands on my shoulders.

“My daughter is upstairs in the penthouse,” Mohan Uncle informed me. “You go and introduce yourself. We elders will discuss the rest.”

I looked at Peddamma and Sandhya, a bewildered expression on my face.

“Go on,” Rajamani urged, “she’ll be your mardalu (younger sister-in-law).”

A mix of fluster and anxiety churned in my stomach as I ascended the stairs. 

Kavya… Kavya… Kavya… it must be… my mind prayed, clinging to a sliver of hope.

Reaching the top, I found a charming space adorned with small plants, flower pots, and a ten-foot-long pothos plant. The room door was ajar. I didn’t see anyone inside. I stepped through the doorway and took three steps further.

Suddenly, a figure appeared from behind, placing hands on my shoulders. She pulled me back down and kissed my cheek, just below my ear. “Oh, I’ll give you a kiss, Bava,” a familiar voice whispered, “will you keep me in your heart?”

“Kavya….” The name escaped my lips, a breathless whisper.

I turned, my hands instinctively going to her waist. I gazed into her eyes – the same rosy cheeks, the same red-lipsticked lips, the same silvery moonlight face, laughing like a child. She hugged me tightly, her embrace familiar and comforting.

“Why didn’t you recognize me, Bava?” Kavya asked, a playful reproach in her voice. “You blocked the way at Sandhyakka’s wedding in tenth grade, and then blocked the way at another wedding. You said I was beautiful, don’t you even remember my face that much?”

My mind reeled, filled with a sense of wonder. That girl, I dashed in my brother wedding, is Kavya, how couldn’t I memorise, may be I’m so mesmerised in Sandhya’s presence.

 I wrapped my arms around her back, holding her close. It was true, I mused, when you feel love for someone, you should tell them. If you can’t tell, you should show it. Besides these two, what was this third game, these hide-and-seek games? Only Kavya would know.

I pulled her back gently, a question in my eyes. “Why all this?”

Kavya’s gaze softened. “My family wanted to marry me to you when we were in degree college. But I was afraid you’d reject me once we actually came for the match-making.” Tears welled up in her eyes.

“Kavvi…” I murmured, my voice filled with tenderness.

“Listening to my family discussing, I only imagined you, Bava,” she continued, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m afraid you would say no? Even though I didn’t like studying, I came for PG for you, to be with you.”

I reached out, gently wiping a tear from her cheek. My fingers brushed her lips.

“I told you, didn’t I?” I whispered, a mischievous glint in my eyes. “If you gave me a kiss, I wouldn’t say no.”

She stood on her tiptoes, reaching for my lips. The kiss left a trail of saliva on my chin. I playfully pushed her against the wall, raising her right hand.

“Stop,” Kavya chuckled, “they’ll be waiting.”

“You said ‘lick armpits,’” I retorted, pulling her closer, “so I will.”

“Chee, mad Krishna,” she giggled, pushing me away playfully. “You stay here. I’ll go. Come after two minutes.”

I smiled, watching her as she left the room.

December 5, 2024. Our wedding day. The function hall next to Kavya’s house buzzed with laughter and celebration.

December 6, 2:12 AM. 

My silk dhoti, shirt, and baniyan lay haphazardly next to the bed, scattered along with Kavya’s white silk saree, golden kumkum blouse, red bra, and panty. I couldn’t even recall where I’d thrown them in the blissful haze of the night. Forgive me.

Under the warmth of a single blanket, Kavya broke the silence. “Bava… the priest mentioned the Arundhati star, what did we even see?”

“Oh, you chicken brain,” I teased, “stars aren’t visible during the daytime, but that star is still there.”

“Then how do you know it’s there?” she countered, genuinely curious.

“Remember what I told you that day, the Earth’s axis changes,” I explained.

“Ah, yes,” she replied, a light of understanding in her eyes.

“Approximately twelve thousand years ago, the Earth’s axis was such that the Arundhati star was visible at night,” I elaborated.

“Oh, you mean it like that?”

“Shall I tell you why they only show the Arundhati star?” I offered.

“Yeah, tell me, tell me!” she urged, her voice filled with anticipation.

“They are twin stars, Kavvi,” I whispered, “Arundhati and Vasishta are two stars that are a pair, together. They show them so that married couples like us will stay together forever, like those stars.”

“But I have a doubt…” she began.

“I’ll tell you later…” I murmured, trailing a kiss down her neck.

“Oh, stop, tell me now, Bava,” she protested, squirming playfully.

“Alright, what is it?” I conceded.

“But in that era, there was no telescope,” she pondered, “so how did they know they were twin stars?”

“That’s human greatness, the glory of India,” I replied, a sense of awe in my voice. “I don’t know how they knew, but you know how to put me to sleep.”

“If you talk science like this, I get wet in my thighs bava,” Kavya whispered, her voice husky.

“Then come on, let’s make love all night,” I suggested, pulling the blanket further over us both.

“Aahh… Bava, don’t bite,” Kavya moaned softly, a playful warning in her voice. “Wasn’t biting my sister enough?”

“This is Vadhina’s vyuham, indeed. Krishnakavyam.”

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