19-07-2025, 11:28 AM
February 25th, 4:50 AM,
Geetha’s eyes fluttered open to find Bharat still in the throes of sleep, his hand resting gently on her waist. She sat up, the early morning chill a stark contrast to his warmth, and softly nudged his shoulder.
“Bharat, wake up…” she whispered.
He stirred, a sleepy murmur escaping his lips as his eyes slowly opened. Recognition dawned, and he quickly sat upright. “Miss, what happened?”
“You said we’d go,” Geetha reminded him, a hint of urgency in her voice. “It’s almost five.”
“Oh, Miss!” He scrambled to his feet. “I’ll be outside. Call me after you brush and get dressed.”
She gave a brief, vertical nod.
Bharat pulled on his sweater, opened the door, and, after applying toothpaste to his brush, stepped outside, already engaged in his morning routine.
Inside, Geetha moved to the bathroom. The water, when she splashed it on her face, was shockingly cold, eliciting a shiver that ran through her. Despite the icy sting, she persevered, slowly washing her face before getting out to room.
From her bag, she retrieved her dress and laid it on the bed.
A quick glance outside confirmed Bharat was downstairs. She closed the door, latched it securely from within, and then, with practiced ease, shed her salwar, followed by her bra and panties falling at bedside. In their place, she donned her swimming suit, layering it with a navy blue sweatshirt, and matching pants. The shoes she’d brought completed her attire.
A quick comb through her hair in the small mirror, and it was secured with a rubber band.
Just then, a knock echoed at the door.
“Miss, are you done?” Bharat’s voice came from the other side.
“Yes, I am,” she replied, unlatching the door.
“Uff, the water is so cold,” Geetha exclaimed, a playful shiver running through her. “My teeth are freezing when I put it in my mouth.”
Bharat chuckled. “Haha… I’m used to it, Miss.”
By the time Bharat had disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared, Geetha had neatly packed her discarded clothes into her bag. With hands tucked into her pockets, she sat on the bed, her legs drawn in close, seeking warmth against the persistent chill.
Bharat emerged, a fresh shiver running through him after washing his face. Their eyes met, and a shared laugh broke the morning quiet.
He paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on Geetha.
“What?” Geetha prompted, a slight blush rising on her cheeks. “Put on your pants, let’s go.”
“Miss, you look super cute,” Bharat said, a genuine smile on his face.
She covered her face with her hands, a giggle escaping her.
“Oh, shyness!” Bharat teased.
“Get ready first,” Geetha retorted, her voice muffled by her hands.
“Haha…”
After Bharat had pulled on his pants and shoes, a flicker of hesitation crossed his mind.
Did she remember what he’d told her yesterday?
“Miss, you brought your swim dress, right?” he asked, a subtle anxiety in his tone.
Geetha looked up, a slight smile playing on her lips. “Yes, I’m wearing it inside. You said it was a must.”
Bharath nodded okay.
They picked up their bags and headed downstairs to the car. The sun’s light had yet to pierce the pre-dawn gloom, and the street was enveloped in a thick fog. Only nearby objects were discernible under the streetlights. It was already a quarter to six. Bharat went back upstairs, closed and locked the door. Downstairs, Geetha had already started the car. Bharat descended the stairs and approached her.
“Miss, wait,” he said. “Uncle will come, we’ll give him the keys and go. He said he’d come at six.”
“Oh, really? Okay.” She turned off the engine. Just then, Subhash arrived on his Splendor, pulling up directly in front of them.
“Are you leaving?” Subhash asked.
“Yes, Uncle,” Geetha replied.
“Here, Uncle, the keys,” Bharat offered.
“Be careful, watch your step, okay?” Subhash advised.
Both chorused, “Yes.”
Bharat then settled into the car, and Geetha restarted the engine.
“Miss, do you remember the way yesterday?” Bharat inquired.
“Yes…”
“Same route, just stop near the hotel where we ate in the middle.”
“Hmm… Yes, let’s have breakfast and go,” Geetha agreed.
Their journey began. Amidst their conversation, Bharat suddenly spoke.
“Miss, I forgot to tell you, last night I asked the hotel guy if chapati and chicken were available.”
Geetha looked at him, a questioning arch to her brow.
“Yes,” he continued. “He said they would be. I asked if they could be ready by six in the morning, and he said yes. So ordered chicken and pulkas yesterday. Now let’s eat breakfast and take those for lunch.”
Geetha regarded him with a small smile. “You planned it well…”
“Hehe…”
As they arrived in front of the hotel and both had breakfast. Bharat went to check on their order and found it ready. Geetha settled the bill, and they were handed the packed food.
Back in the car, Bharat tucked the package into his bag.
“Miss, let’s just take one bag,” Bharat suggested. “I’ll carry it. Let your bag stay in the car, we don’t need two. Put what you’ll wear when you come back in my bag now.”
Geetha retrieved her innerwear from her bag and transferred it to Bharat’s. She then took out some snacks and placed them in a separate cover. Just then, she remembered something else and put the clothes they had changed out of earlier into another cover, setting it aside to wash when they returned home.
They resumed their journey toward the hill.
After reaching the mud way towards hill, the car was parked under a neem tree by the side of the road, and they disembarked. The sun had already begun its ascent, and with the lingering misty clouds, the landscape appeared as if bathed in the soft glow of a tube light. A cool breeze, invigorating and fresh, swept through the air. Both pulled their hoods over their ears for added warmth.
Bharat opened the back door and retrieved his bag. Geetha carried the cover. He stood in front of the car. As Geetha bent inside near the driver’s seat door to pick up her phone, her elevated buttocks, shapely in her attire, caught his eye. He stared, a flicker of desire in his gaze. The fabric of her dress clung to her curves, rubbing subtly in the middle, and seemed to sway with every step she took.
As he watched, a thought sparked in Bharat’s mind: The engine is starting down there, what would it be like if Geetha took off her clothes? Geetha retrieved her phone, straightened up, closed the car door, and locked it. When she turned around, her face was a picture of glowing whiteness from the cold. Bharat found himself captivated by her flawless, full rose lips and jasmine-bud-like cheeks.
“Miss, lean on the car for a moment,” Bharat requested, his voice a little softer than usual.
Geetha placed her hands on the upper edge of the car window, pushed her hips back, and leaned forward.
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Her buttocks seemed even more elevated now, and as her waist curved, Bharat was utterly mesmerized by the graceful line.
“Miss, are you forgetting anything?” Bharat asked, regaining his composure. “Shall we go?”
“Yes… Did you take water?” Geetha inquired.
“It’s in the bag, Miss.”
“Okay, let’s go…”
Geetha’s thought why he asked her that, however ignore it.
They started walking. In the paddy fields nearby, egrets landed and took flight, a flurry of white against the green. They walked past them, and after half a kilometer, the path began its ascent.
“Miss, it won’t feel like we’re climbing a hill,” Bharat explained, his voice steady as they began their trek. “It will just feel like we’re walking through a jungle, but we have to walk a lot, maybe about four kilometers.”
“Huh,” Geetha responded, a slight breathlessness in her voice.
“Let’s go slowly and come back slowly, Miss.”
“But this cold is quite strong,” Geetha observed, pulling her hood tighter.
“Hmm, let’s go, it’ll pass when the sun comes out,” Bharat reassured her. “This path is about two kilometers, Miss, we won’t encounter anything, it’s a straight walk. There’s a well in the middle; after that, it’s a bit steep, just go slowly there.”
“Whatever,” Geetha mumbled.
“Why are you saying that, Miss?” Bharat prodded gently.
Geetha remained silent.
He moved a little closer. They walked side by side, and Bharat would occasionally glance at Geetha from the side, quickly turning his gaze away when she looked at him.
Trees surrounded them, with a five-foot-wide path winding between them. As they walked, the light became a little brighter, but the cold mist still clung to the air. Only the silhouettes of trees were visible for some distance. In the distance, the fields appeared green, but they too were shrouded in fog.
As they ascended, the fields seemed to recede, and the village felt like it was beneath their feet. A little anxiety began to stir within Geetha.
“Bharat, there aren’t any snakes or anything, right?” she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.
Hearing that, Bharat secretly smiled. “Why would there be snakes in such cold, Miss?” he said, a hint of mischief in his tone. “But a few days ago, I heard a rumor from my uncle on the phone that a wild bear was sighted.”
Geetha shivered, but then a thought struck her—Bharat was teasing her. “Hey, don’t joke!”
“It’s not a joke, Miss, I really heard that rumor.”
Without thinking, Geetha grabbed his hand. Their cold, frozen fingers instantly felt warmth as they touched.
“Hahaha… Miss, are you scared?” Bharat chuckled, enjoying her reaction.
She narrowed her eyes, pouted, and tightened her grip on his hand. “Don’t tell me such things at this time, I really get scared.”
“Miss, that’s just what the villagers say,” Bharat placated her. “I’ve been here five times, and there’s nothing like that.”
Geetha playfully elbowed him in the ribs. “Don’t tell me baseless things, okay? It’s my first time coming here. I stay alone at home at night, and sometimes I get scared for no reason, you know…” she finished, a sad face replacing her playful one.
“Miss, okay, I won’t say anything more. Sorry,” Bharat apologized, his voice softening.
“Uh…” Geetha didn’t release his hand.
Bharat thought, That’s what I wanted, and he let their joined hands remain as they were.
The predicted well appeared, and he, walked ahead, holding Geetha's hand and leading her. As they ascended, the clouds grew denser, the mist thickened, and the trees gave way to a landscape of stark rocks. The moment Geetha showed signs of weariness, Bharath pointed upwards, assuring her they were almost there.
Their path led them between two colossal boulders.
As they rounded the bend to the left, a breathtaking sight unfolded: above them, cool clouds drifted, and below, a tranquil pond mirrored the heavens, reflecting every wispy detail. Geetha's eyes sparkled, and her mouth parted in awe. The pond, though not so vast, seemed to stretch just beyond the eye's immediate grasp.
By then, the sun's light had intensified. Hidden behind the clouds, its reflection danced upon the water, turning the pond's surface into a shimmering expanse of green gold.
"Yes, Bharath, it's just as you said," Geetha breathed, her voice filled with wonder.
Bharath smiled. Extending his hand, he asked, "Miss, give me your phone."
"Take it," she replied, handing it over.
"Miss, I'll take a picture," he announced.
Geetha shivered slightly from the cold. She pulled her hoodie down, tucked her hands into her pockets, and posed in front of a big rock. Just then, as if on cue, the clouds parted, and a ray of sunshine fell directly upon her face.
"Ahh… now some sunlight is coming; it would be good if the cold lessens," Geetha murmured, basking in the warmth.
"Oh, Miss, it seems the sun came out just for your photo," Bharath quipped, taking four pictures.
After that, they both squeezed in for a selfie. Bharath casually dbangd his right arm around Geetha's shoulders and took another selfie with his left hand.
"Miss, let's go a little further; there's a clean rock there to sit on," Bharath suggested, once again taking her hand and leading the way.
They walked approximately thirty feet eastward, arriving at a rocky plateau. At its edge, beneath the shade of a solitary tree, Bharath set down their bags and removed his shoes. The instant his feet touched the ground, a shiver ran through him, causing Geetha to flinch in alarm. Bharath, however, found her fear amusing.
"Oh, what happened?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
"Ah… Miss, the rock is like an ice cube, hahaha," he chuckled.
"Don't scare me for no reason you stupid," Geetha admonished, a slight tremor in her voice.
"Why, Miss? I'm here, don’t woe," he replied, his tone reassuring. "How is it, Miss?"
"It's good, natural," Geetha said.
"Ha…" Bharath acknowledged.
They both settled down. Bharath sat to Geetha's right, stretching one leg out and bending the other. "Miss, do you know what time it is?" he asked.
"My phone is with you; I didn't check," she responded.
Bharath unlocked her phone and showed it to Geetha. Her mouth fell open in disbelief.
"What? Is it nine forty-nine?" she exclaimed.
"Haha… So, do you think we walked a short distance? With everything so cool, we didn't even realize the time," Bharath teased.
"Really? It's so high up here; I can't tell anything at all," Geetha confessed.
"Miss, let's see the town from here," Bharath proposed.
They both stood up.
"I saw it while climbing; nothing was visible," Geetha stated.
"You should see it now; everything will look like ants. But not the way we came; look this way," he instructed, guiding her to a different vantage point.
The houses below were mere tiny dots. The path they had taken was not visible; instead, a winding, curvy route stretched out. In the distance, a dam was faintly discernible.
He encircled Geetha's waist with his arm. A sudden, strong urge seized Geetha. As he stepped forward, she felt a surge of fear.
"Oh… no, Bharath, we are at the edge; I'm afraid to look like that," she pleaded.
"It's nothing; I'm here," he reassured her, taking four more steps, still holding her, leading her closer to the precipice. Geetha now felt as if her feet were suspended in the air.
"Miss, can you see that reservoir, like a dam?" he asked.
"Ha…" she managed to respond.
"Miss, that's the Upper Manair Reservoir of our Karimnagar district," he explained.
She looked into his eyes, shocked. "Oh, we can see it from here?"
"Hmm… if it's this high, why wouldn't it be visible, Miss?" he replied.
"Enough, let's go back and sit for a while," Geetha said, her voice a little shaky.
They returned and sat down. Bharath checked the phone; there was no signal. He set it aside. He looked at Geetha, uncertain of how to ask his next question. Then, he simply stood up, removed his sweater, took off his pants, and placed them neatly to the side. Geetha glanced up once to see what he was doing. It was the first time she had seen Bharath without his pants. He was wearing boxer underwear. Bharath was fairly tall being 18 years, about 5 feet 7 inches, and his fit physique was evident, with veins bulging on his arms. Geetha felt a wave of shyness wash over her and immediately lowered her gaze.
The moment Geetha looked down, Bharath sprinted straight into the water and jumped, sending a splash that sprinkled onto Geetha. It felt cool for a moment. Looking up, she saw Bharath completely submerged before he resurfaced. Water streamed down from his head, and he shivered, "Aaah… Miss."
Geetha laughed.
"Why did you scream like that?" she asked.
"Miss, oh my, the water is cool," he responded, his teeth chattering slightly.
"Well, wouldn't it be? The sun isn't quite out yet," Geetha pointed out.
Bharath submerged again, moved around in the water two or three times, and then called out, "Miss, you come too.”
"What happened, Miss? Come on," Bharath urged.
"Wait a while," Geetha replied.
"Oh, why, Miss? Let's swim for a bit, then change clothes, and sit comfortably in the sun," he cajoled.
Geetha didn't know what to say. What he proposed seemed logical. Still, she hesitated, feeling shy about taking off her clothes.
Seeing Geetha lost in thought, he called her again. "Miss, what happened, Miss? Come on… we came here so you could enjoy it too."
Geetha sat silently, a little embarrassed. Bharath came out of the water and sat in front of her, taking her left hand. Geetha felt a cold shiver. She pulled away and playfully pushed him, laughing. "Your hands are cold; don't touch me."
"What happened, Miss? Tell me?" he pressed.
"I can't swim taking off this dress; I'm shy," she confessed, finding it hard to meet his gaze.
"Miss, there's no one else here," he reasoned.
"You are here, aren't you?" she retorted.
"Miss, it's nothing; come on, swimming will feel good," he insisted.
"Not in front of you."
"Miss, are we friends or not?" he asked.
"Yup…" she nodded reluctantly.
"Miss, come on; if we delay, we won't even be able to swim in the harsh sun," Bharath urged.
"It's not that, I… you won't understand."
He held both of Geetha's hands and brought his face close to hers. Geetha looked down shyly. "Miss, you trust me, right?"
"Hmm," she murmured.
"Here, there's no one but you and me, and no one else will come either, I know. Only your family and my family know that you came with me like this. And only we two know that you'll be swimming like this; they don't. Please come, Miss… don't be shy in front of me. Anyway, when you're shy, you look even cuter, and then if I ask for a kiss, you'll get angry…" he said, displaying naught.
Geetha's cheeks flushed crimson at his words. She looked up, delighted, and playfully pinched Bharath's cheek.
"Naughty fellow… you'll convince me."
Bharath leaned forward and breathed warm air into Geetha's ear, instantly making her feel submissive. "Miss, I want to see how sexy you are."
Geetha's lips curved into a sweet smile, and she pushed Bharath's face away. "Don't say that."
With a playful, suppressed laugh, Bharath asked, "Why, Miss?"
"I'm your teacher; you shouldn't say that."
"But I want to see how much sexier my cute Geetha Miss can be," he persisted.
She pinched him again. "Go away, naughty fellow, if you say that, I'll get even shyer."
He stood up. "Come on, Miss, I won't say anything, okay? Please."
Geetha also stood up. Even in that cold, she was flustered, and her soles were sweating.
What now, I wonder, especially since I don't even have any innerwear.
She stood, grasped the edges of her sweater, and pulled it up to take it off. As the fabric lifted, her beautiful curves caught Bharath's eye.
"Oh my god, what boobs they are, tiny nipples are visible. She pulled her sweater up to her neck; her deep round neck shows her cleavage. How fair Geeta Miss is. Looking at the valley between those boobs, I feel like I should just put my face there. She took it off and put it aside. I just kept staring. Seeing those sizes, I can't do anything. The only thought is that I want to kiss there. I want to touch those nipples. I didn't even realize my dick was getting hard until it pressed against my boxers."
Geeta, now clad only in her pants, met his gaze, a shy awareness in her eyes. Bharat, however, was lost in his own world, staring with an intensity that bordered on unsettling. She averted her eyes, looking down as she set the sweater aside.
Bharat took a small step back, then retreated into the water, hoping Geeta hadn't noticed his blatant staring.
"Come, Miss, what else are you thinking?" he called out, trying to sound nonchalant.
A blush crept up Geeta's neck. With a slight adjustment of her pants, she turned, a deliberate movement that made her breasts swing subtly with the motion. The sight of her prominent, rounded curves left Bharat momentarily stunned. As he stood there, captivated, Geeta gracefully bent down and slipped off her pants.
"Am I in heaven? In front of my eyes, an angel in a green swimsuit, it only came up to her thighs. I hoped it would be V-cut, but I know she'd be uncomfortable wearing something like that. I thought it would be sleeveless, but it wasn't; she wore half-sleeves. But ah... that figure, uff... how was she born? Her elevated buttocks, how beautiful they are. I lost my mind near the car, and now seeing her like this, I can't breathe. In the cold, my whole body is heating up from somewhere. Her back is open up to below her wings. What luck I have today, I can see her birthmark. Just one chance, one kiss there. She's about to turn back. My heart won't stop, it feels like it's going to burst out. I don't know if I can bear to see her beauty.”
“Miss, are you okay?”
She's shy. She's not answering. I want to go and bring her here, but I feel uncomfortable too. How can I stand in front of her with my boxer tight?"
Bharat was lost in his thoughts, completely unaware of Geetha standing nearby, a blush creeping across her cheeks.
He finally broke the silence, a hint of impatience in his voice. "Come on, Miss, what's the holdup? If you don't want to, then don't."
Geetha's mind raced. “What should I do? Won't he be disappointed if he came all this way for nothing? “
With a hesitant sigh, she slowly turned. The moment her beauty met Bharat's gaze, he froze, utterly captivated.
Geetha’s eyes fluttered open to find Bharat still in the throes of sleep, his hand resting gently on her waist. She sat up, the early morning chill a stark contrast to his warmth, and softly nudged his shoulder.
“Bharat, wake up…” she whispered.
He stirred, a sleepy murmur escaping his lips as his eyes slowly opened. Recognition dawned, and he quickly sat upright. “Miss, what happened?”
“You said we’d go,” Geetha reminded him, a hint of urgency in her voice. “It’s almost five.”
“Oh, Miss!” He scrambled to his feet. “I’ll be outside. Call me after you brush and get dressed.”
She gave a brief, vertical nod.
Bharat pulled on his sweater, opened the door, and, after applying toothpaste to his brush, stepped outside, already engaged in his morning routine.
Inside, Geetha moved to the bathroom. The water, when she splashed it on her face, was shockingly cold, eliciting a shiver that ran through her. Despite the icy sting, she persevered, slowly washing her face before getting out to room.
From her bag, she retrieved her dress and laid it on the bed.
A quick glance outside confirmed Bharat was downstairs. She closed the door, latched it securely from within, and then, with practiced ease, shed her salwar, followed by her bra and panties falling at bedside. In their place, she donned her swimming suit, layering it with a navy blue sweatshirt, and matching pants. The shoes she’d brought completed her attire.
A quick comb through her hair in the small mirror, and it was secured with a rubber band.
Just then, a knock echoed at the door.
“Miss, are you done?” Bharat’s voice came from the other side.
“Yes, I am,” she replied, unlatching the door.
“Uff, the water is so cold,” Geetha exclaimed, a playful shiver running through her. “My teeth are freezing when I put it in my mouth.”
Bharat chuckled. “Haha… I’m used to it, Miss.”
By the time Bharat had disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared, Geetha had neatly packed her discarded clothes into her bag. With hands tucked into her pockets, she sat on the bed, her legs drawn in close, seeking warmth against the persistent chill.
Bharat emerged, a fresh shiver running through him after washing his face. Their eyes met, and a shared laugh broke the morning quiet.
He paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on Geetha.
“What?” Geetha prompted, a slight blush rising on her cheeks. “Put on your pants, let’s go.”
“Miss, you look super cute,” Bharat said, a genuine smile on his face.
She covered her face with her hands, a giggle escaping her.
“Oh, shyness!” Bharat teased.
“Get ready first,” Geetha retorted, her voice muffled by her hands.
“Haha…”
After Bharat had pulled on his pants and shoes, a flicker of hesitation crossed his mind.
Did she remember what he’d told her yesterday?
“Miss, you brought your swim dress, right?” he asked, a subtle anxiety in his tone.
Geetha looked up, a slight smile playing on her lips. “Yes, I’m wearing it inside. You said it was a must.”
Bharath nodded okay.
They picked up their bags and headed downstairs to the car. The sun’s light had yet to pierce the pre-dawn gloom, and the street was enveloped in a thick fog. Only nearby objects were discernible under the streetlights. It was already a quarter to six. Bharat went back upstairs, closed and locked the door. Downstairs, Geetha had already started the car. Bharat descended the stairs and approached her.
“Miss, wait,” he said. “Uncle will come, we’ll give him the keys and go. He said he’d come at six.”
“Oh, really? Okay.” She turned off the engine. Just then, Subhash arrived on his Splendor, pulling up directly in front of them.
“Are you leaving?” Subhash asked.
“Yes, Uncle,” Geetha replied.
“Here, Uncle, the keys,” Bharat offered.
“Be careful, watch your step, okay?” Subhash advised.
Both chorused, “Yes.”
Bharat then settled into the car, and Geetha restarted the engine.
“Miss, do you remember the way yesterday?” Bharat inquired.
“Yes…”
“Same route, just stop near the hotel where we ate in the middle.”
“Hmm… Yes, let’s have breakfast and go,” Geetha agreed.
Their journey began. Amidst their conversation, Bharat suddenly spoke.
“Miss, I forgot to tell you, last night I asked the hotel guy if chapati and chicken were available.”
Geetha looked at him, a questioning arch to her brow.
“Yes,” he continued. “He said they would be. I asked if they could be ready by six in the morning, and he said yes. So ordered chicken and pulkas yesterday. Now let’s eat breakfast and take those for lunch.”
Geetha regarded him with a small smile. “You planned it well…”
“Hehe…”
As they arrived in front of the hotel and both had breakfast. Bharat went to check on their order and found it ready. Geetha settled the bill, and they were handed the packed food.
Back in the car, Bharat tucked the package into his bag.
“Miss, let’s just take one bag,” Bharat suggested. “I’ll carry it. Let your bag stay in the car, we don’t need two. Put what you’ll wear when you come back in my bag now.”
Geetha retrieved her innerwear from her bag and transferred it to Bharat’s. She then took out some snacks and placed them in a separate cover. Just then, she remembered something else and put the clothes they had changed out of earlier into another cover, setting it aside to wash when they returned home.
They resumed their journey toward the hill.
After reaching the mud way towards hill, the car was parked under a neem tree by the side of the road, and they disembarked. The sun had already begun its ascent, and with the lingering misty clouds, the landscape appeared as if bathed in the soft glow of a tube light. A cool breeze, invigorating and fresh, swept through the air. Both pulled their hoods over their ears for added warmth.
Bharat opened the back door and retrieved his bag. Geetha carried the cover. He stood in front of the car. As Geetha bent inside near the driver’s seat door to pick up her phone, her elevated buttocks, shapely in her attire, caught his eye. He stared, a flicker of desire in his gaze. The fabric of her dress clung to her curves, rubbing subtly in the middle, and seemed to sway with every step she took.
As he watched, a thought sparked in Bharat’s mind: The engine is starting down there, what would it be like if Geetha took off her clothes? Geetha retrieved her phone, straightened up, closed the car door, and locked it. When she turned around, her face was a picture of glowing whiteness from the cold. Bharat found himself captivated by her flawless, full rose lips and jasmine-bud-like cheeks.
“Miss, lean on the car for a moment,” Bharat requested, his voice a little softer than usual.
Geetha placed her hands on the upper edge of the car window, pushed her hips back, and leaned forward.
Her buttocks seemed even more elevated now, and as her waist curved, Bharat was utterly mesmerized by the graceful line.
“Miss, are you forgetting anything?” Bharat asked, regaining his composure. “Shall we go?”
“Yes… Did you take water?” Geetha inquired.
“It’s in the bag, Miss.”
“Okay, let’s go…”
Geetha’s thought why he asked her that, however ignore it.
They started walking. In the paddy fields nearby, egrets landed and took flight, a flurry of white against the green. They walked past them, and after half a kilometer, the path began its ascent.
“Miss, it won’t feel like we’re climbing a hill,” Bharat explained, his voice steady as they began their trek. “It will just feel like we’re walking through a jungle, but we have to walk a lot, maybe about four kilometers.”
“Huh,” Geetha responded, a slight breathlessness in her voice.
“Let’s go slowly and come back slowly, Miss.”
“But this cold is quite strong,” Geetha observed, pulling her hood tighter.
“Hmm, let’s go, it’ll pass when the sun comes out,” Bharat reassured her. “This path is about two kilometers, Miss, we won’t encounter anything, it’s a straight walk. There’s a well in the middle; after that, it’s a bit steep, just go slowly there.”
“Whatever,” Geetha mumbled.
“Why are you saying that, Miss?” Bharat prodded gently.
Geetha remained silent.
He moved a little closer. They walked side by side, and Bharat would occasionally glance at Geetha from the side, quickly turning his gaze away when she looked at him.
Trees surrounded them, with a five-foot-wide path winding between them. As they walked, the light became a little brighter, but the cold mist still clung to the air. Only the silhouettes of trees were visible for some distance. In the distance, the fields appeared green, but they too were shrouded in fog.
As they ascended, the fields seemed to recede, and the village felt like it was beneath their feet. A little anxiety began to stir within Geetha.
“Bharat, there aren’t any snakes or anything, right?” she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.
Hearing that, Bharat secretly smiled. “Why would there be snakes in such cold, Miss?” he said, a hint of mischief in his tone. “But a few days ago, I heard a rumor from my uncle on the phone that a wild bear was sighted.”
Geetha shivered, but then a thought struck her—Bharat was teasing her. “Hey, don’t joke!”
“It’s not a joke, Miss, I really heard that rumor.”
Without thinking, Geetha grabbed his hand. Their cold, frozen fingers instantly felt warmth as they touched.
“Hahaha… Miss, are you scared?” Bharat chuckled, enjoying her reaction.
She narrowed her eyes, pouted, and tightened her grip on his hand. “Don’t tell me such things at this time, I really get scared.”
“Miss, that’s just what the villagers say,” Bharat placated her. “I’ve been here five times, and there’s nothing like that.”
Geetha playfully elbowed him in the ribs. “Don’t tell me baseless things, okay? It’s my first time coming here. I stay alone at home at night, and sometimes I get scared for no reason, you know…” she finished, a sad face replacing her playful one.
“Miss, okay, I won’t say anything more. Sorry,” Bharat apologized, his voice softening.
“Uh…” Geetha didn’t release his hand.
Bharat thought, That’s what I wanted, and he let their joined hands remain as they were.
The predicted well appeared, and he, walked ahead, holding Geetha's hand and leading her. As they ascended, the clouds grew denser, the mist thickened, and the trees gave way to a landscape of stark rocks. The moment Geetha showed signs of weariness, Bharath pointed upwards, assuring her they were almost there.
Their path led them between two colossal boulders.
As they rounded the bend to the left, a breathtaking sight unfolded: above them, cool clouds drifted, and below, a tranquil pond mirrored the heavens, reflecting every wispy detail. Geetha's eyes sparkled, and her mouth parted in awe. The pond, though not so vast, seemed to stretch just beyond the eye's immediate grasp.
By then, the sun's light had intensified. Hidden behind the clouds, its reflection danced upon the water, turning the pond's surface into a shimmering expanse of green gold.
"Yes, Bharath, it's just as you said," Geetha breathed, her voice filled with wonder.
Bharath smiled. Extending his hand, he asked, "Miss, give me your phone."
"Take it," she replied, handing it over.
"Miss, I'll take a picture," he announced.
Geetha shivered slightly from the cold. She pulled her hoodie down, tucked her hands into her pockets, and posed in front of a big rock. Just then, as if on cue, the clouds parted, and a ray of sunshine fell directly upon her face.
"Ahh… now some sunlight is coming; it would be good if the cold lessens," Geetha murmured, basking in the warmth.
"Oh, Miss, it seems the sun came out just for your photo," Bharath quipped, taking four pictures.
After that, they both squeezed in for a selfie. Bharath casually dbangd his right arm around Geetha's shoulders and took another selfie with his left hand.
"Miss, let's go a little further; there's a clean rock there to sit on," Bharath suggested, once again taking her hand and leading the way.
They walked approximately thirty feet eastward, arriving at a rocky plateau. At its edge, beneath the shade of a solitary tree, Bharath set down their bags and removed his shoes. The instant his feet touched the ground, a shiver ran through him, causing Geetha to flinch in alarm. Bharath, however, found her fear amusing.
"Oh, what happened?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
"Ah… Miss, the rock is like an ice cube, hahaha," he chuckled.
"Don't scare me for no reason you stupid," Geetha admonished, a slight tremor in her voice.
"Why, Miss? I'm here, don’t woe," he replied, his tone reassuring. "How is it, Miss?"
"It's good, natural," Geetha said.
"Ha…" Bharath acknowledged.
They both settled down. Bharath sat to Geetha's right, stretching one leg out and bending the other. "Miss, do you know what time it is?" he asked.
"My phone is with you; I didn't check," she responded.
Bharath unlocked her phone and showed it to Geetha. Her mouth fell open in disbelief.
"What? Is it nine forty-nine?" she exclaimed.
"Haha… So, do you think we walked a short distance? With everything so cool, we didn't even realize the time," Bharath teased.
"Really? It's so high up here; I can't tell anything at all," Geetha confessed.
"Miss, let's see the town from here," Bharath proposed.
They both stood up.
"I saw it while climbing; nothing was visible," Geetha stated.
"You should see it now; everything will look like ants. But not the way we came; look this way," he instructed, guiding her to a different vantage point.
The houses below were mere tiny dots. The path they had taken was not visible; instead, a winding, curvy route stretched out. In the distance, a dam was faintly discernible.
He encircled Geetha's waist with his arm. A sudden, strong urge seized Geetha. As he stepped forward, she felt a surge of fear.
"Oh… no, Bharath, we are at the edge; I'm afraid to look like that," she pleaded.
"It's nothing; I'm here," he reassured her, taking four more steps, still holding her, leading her closer to the precipice. Geetha now felt as if her feet were suspended in the air.
"Miss, can you see that reservoir, like a dam?" he asked.
"Ha…" she managed to respond.
"Miss, that's the Upper Manair Reservoir of our Karimnagar district," he explained.
She looked into his eyes, shocked. "Oh, we can see it from here?"
"Hmm… if it's this high, why wouldn't it be visible, Miss?" he replied.
"Enough, let's go back and sit for a while," Geetha said, her voice a little shaky.
They returned and sat down. Bharath checked the phone; there was no signal. He set it aside. He looked at Geetha, uncertain of how to ask his next question. Then, he simply stood up, removed his sweater, took off his pants, and placed them neatly to the side. Geetha glanced up once to see what he was doing. It was the first time she had seen Bharath without his pants. He was wearing boxer underwear. Bharath was fairly tall being 18 years, about 5 feet 7 inches, and his fit physique was evident, with veins bulging on his arms. Geetha felt a wave of shyness wash over her and immediately lowered her gaze.
“Ugh, he took them off, okay, but how can I?”
The moment Geetha looked down, Bharath sprinted straight into the water and jumped, sending a splash that sprinkled onto Geetha. It felt cool for a moment. Looking up, she saw Bharath completely submerged before he resurfaced. Water streamed down from his head, and he shivered, "Aaah… Miss."
Geetha laughed.
"Why did you scream like that?" she asked.
"Miss, oh my, the water is cool," he responded, his teeth chattering slightly.
"Well, wouldn't it be? The sun isn't quite out yet," Geetha pointed out.
Bharath submerged again, moved around in the water two or three times, and then called out, "Miss, you come too.”
“I knew he would say that.
He's saying the water is cold,
and here I am, how can I be in front of him like that
after taking off this dress?”
"What happened, Miss? Come on," Bharath urged.
"Wait a while," Geetha replied.
"Oh, why, Miss? Let's swim for a bit, then change clothes, and sit comfortably in the sun," he cajoled.
Geetha didn't know what to say. What he proposed seemed logical. Still, she hesitated, feeling shy about taking off her clothes.
Seeing Geetha lost in thought, he called her again. "Miss, what happened, Miss? Come on… we came here so you could enjoy it too."
Geetha sat silently, a little embarrassed. Bharath came out of the water and sat in front of her, taking her left hand. Geetha felt a cold shiver. She pulled away and playfully pushed him, laughing. "Your hands are cold; don't touch me."
"What happened, Miss? Tell me?" he pressed.
"I can't swim taking off this dress; I'm shy," she confessed, finding it hard to meet his gaze.
"Miss, there's no one else here," he reasoned.
"You are here, aren't you?" she retorted.
"Miss, it's nothing; come on, swimming will feel good," he insisted.
"Not in front of you."
"Miss, are we friends or not?" he asked.
"Yup…" she nodded reluctantly.
"Miss, come on; if we delay, we won't even be able to swim in the harsh sun," Bharath urged.
"It's not that, I… you won't understand."
He held both of Geetha's hands and brought his face close to hers. Geetha looked down shyly. "Miss, you trust me, right?"
"Hmm," she murmured.
"Here, there's no one but you and me, and no one else will come either, I know. Only your family and my family know that you came with me like this. And only we two know that you'll be swimming like this; they don't. Please come, Miss… don't be shy in front of me. Anyway, when you're shy, you look even cuter, and then if I ask for a kiss, you'll get angry…" he said, displaying naught.
Geetha's cheeks flushed crimson at his words. She looked up, delighted, and playfully pinched Bharath's cheek.
"Naughty fellow… you'll convince me."
Bharath leaned forward and breathed warm air into Geetha's ear, instantly making her feel submissive. "Miss, I want to see how sexy you are."
Geetha's lips curved into a sweet smile, and she pushed Bharath's face away. "Don't say that."
With a playful, suppressed laugh, Bharath asked, "Why, Miss?"
"I'm your teacher; you shouldn't say that."
"But I want to see how much sexier my cute Geetha Miss can be," he persisted.
She pinched him again. "Go away, naughty fellow, if you say that, I'll get even shyer."
He stood up. "Come on, Miss, I won't say anything, okay? Please."
Geetha also stood up. Even in that cold, she was flustered, and her soles were sweating.
What now, I wonder, especially since I don't even have any innerwear.
She stood, grasped the edges of her sweater, and pulled it up to take it off. As the fabric lifted, her beautiful curves caught Bharath's eye.
"Oh my god, what boobs they are, tiny nipples are visible. She pulled her sweater up to her neck; her deep round neck shows her cleavage. How fair Geeta Miss is. Looking at the valley between those boobs, I feel like I should just put my face there. She took it off and put it aside. I just kept staring. Seeing those sizes, I can't do anything. The only thought is that I want to kiss there. I want to touch those nipples. I didn't even realize my dick was getting hard until it pressed against my boxers."
Geeta, now clad only in her pants, met his gaze, a shy awareness in her eyes. Bharat, however, was lost in his own world, staring with an intensity that bordered on unsettling. She averted her eyes, looking down as she set the sweater aside.
"Ah, what is this guy? Already,
Geetha, the boy can't handle it."
Bharat took a small step back, then retreated into the water, hoping Geeta hadn't noticed his blatant staring.
"Come, Miss, what else are you thinking?" he called out, trying to sound nonchalant.
A blush crept up Geeta's neck. With a slight adjustment of her pants, she turned, a deliberate movement that made her breasts swing subtly with the motion. The sight of her prominent, rounded curves left Bharat momentarily stunned. As he stood there, captivated, Geeta gracefully bent down and slipped off her pants.
"Am I in heaven? In front of my eyes, an angel in a green swimsuit, it only came up to her thighs. I hoped it would be V-cut, but I know she'd be uncomfortable wearing something like that. I thought it would be sleeveless, but it wasn't; she wore half-sleeves. But ah... that figure, uff... how was she born? Her elevated buttocks, how beautiful they are. I lost my mind near the car, and now seeing her like this, I can't breathe. In the cold, my whole body is heating up from somewhere. Her back is open up to below her wings. What luck I have today, I can see her birthmark. Just one chance, one kiss there. She's about to turn back. My heart won't stop, it feels like it's going to burst out. I don't know if I can bear to see her beauty.”
“Miss, are you okay?”
She's shy. She's not answering. I want to go and bring her here, but I feel uncomfortable too. How can I stand in front of her with my boxer tight?"
Bharat was lost in his thoughts, completely unaware of Geetha standing nearby, a blush creeping across her cheeks.
He finally broke the silence, a hint of impatience in his voice. "Come on, Miss, what's the holdup? If you don't want to, then don't."
Geetha's mind raced. “What should I do? Won't he be disappointed if he came all this way for nothing? “
With a hesitant sigh, she slowly turned. The moment her beauty met Bharat's gaze, he froze, utterly captivated.
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