29-07-2025, 12:08 PM
I didn’t even realise how my saree had bunched up.
It was rolled now — loose and messy around my waist and thighs.
Like soft waves of cloth all under me.
The pallu had fallen down fully into his lap.
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It was useless now.
Not even pretending to hide me.
And my blouse…
Still open.
Only that one top hook was holding it.
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But it was hopeless.
My chest was already outside.
Both breasts hanging free.
Heavy. Full. Breathing fast.
The bra was pushed up like black padding under my neck.
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Everything was out.
And Raj?
He was just looking.
Not shy. Not scared.
Not quick peeks like boys.
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He was looking fully.
Softly.
Calmly.
Like he was seeing something he loved.
Like his eyes were drinking.
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His face was close.
Very close.
His lips were almost touching my skin.
His breath was already reaching me.
And his eyes…
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Open.
Looking at both rasgullas.
Like he hadn’t eaten for days.
That look made my stomach pull tight.
Like fire inside chest.
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Not fear.
Just heat.
I bent my face down a little.
My cheeks were hot.
But I didn’t cover.
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Didn’t scold.
Didn’t hide.
I just sat.
Letting him look.
Letting him take.
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And when he leaned forward…
When his lips came again…
When he touched me once more…
I didn’t stop him.
I moaned.
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Proper moan.
From deep in chest.
And his mouth?
It started eating.
Not greedy.
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Just deep.
Like I was his food.
Like he needed me.
Like I was made for this.
His lips took my breast fully.
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Warm tongue.
Soft mouth.
He sucked slow.
And both his hands came around me.
They pressed my back.
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Then moved down.
Over my blouse.
Over my waist.
Then lower.
And they caught my backside.
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He grabbed.
Full hold.
Hard grip.
Like pressing atta dough.
I gasped.
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My body bent forward.
More into his mouth.
My hands went to his shoulders.
Just to balance.
My panties were soaked now.
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Sticky between legs.
That slow leaking didn’t stop.
It was spreading down there.
Wet in every fold.
But I didn’t care.
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Not about the curtain.
Not about Radhika.
Not about anything.
Because this…
This was something else.
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“Mmm…” he said.
His mouth still full.
“You’ve kept them fresh.”
“Ayyyo…” I whispered.
“Don’t talk…”
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“Can’t help.”
He looked up once.
“Too tasty.”
“You’re chewing also.”
“Not chewing. Just appreciating.”
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“This is not fruit stall, raj.”
“You brought the basket.”
“I didn’t.”
“But you unwrapped.”
I smiled.
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Without planning.
Just soft smile.
And I bit my lip.
Then he leaned again.
Took the other one.
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“Balance is important,” he said.
“If one gets kiss, other will feel jealous.”
“They’re not children.”
“Still… sharing is love, no?”
“You’re making rules now?”
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“Not rules. Just fairness.”
He kissed deeper.
His mouth full of me.
“Both deserve attention.”
“You’re giving full attention, ah?”
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“I never miss class.”
“Especially for sweet subjects.”
“How many sweets before this?”
He paused.
Then smiled.
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“One is enough for lifetime.”
“If taste is perfect.”
My chest did something.
It tightened.
Then softened.
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I leaned forward.
Let him kiss again.
Let him suck more.
Deeper now.
His tongue was circling fully.
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And his hands?
Still on my backside.
Both sides.
Pressing.
Rubbing slowly.
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“You’re sitting properly now?” he asked.
“Means?”
“Sit properly.”
“You adjusted me.”
“Only for comfort.”
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“For me or you?”
“We’re one team now.”
“Oh, team also ah?”
I laughed.
Short.
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His lips didn’t stop.
Both nipples were pulsing now.
One wet.
One wetter.
“You’re biting also…” I whispered.
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“Only tasting edge.”
“Not full bite.”
“Careful…”
“Always gentle with sweets.”
“Then why pressing backside like dough?”
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He smiled into my breast.
“Can’t help.”
“Some places are too soft.”
“You’re enjoying too much.”
I turned my face.
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Blushing again.
His hands stayed.
Squeezed once.
Then softened.
Just holding me.
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Over my saree.
Over my hips.
Not rough.
Just slow pressing.
And below…
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That cock.
Still under me.
Still inside his pants.
But now…
I could feel it.
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The head.
Not just shape.
It was poking clearly.
Pulsing below.
Right under my soaked cloth.
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My cunt lips were spreading.
From heat.
From pressure.
Wetness didn’t stop.
And I whispered —
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And I whispered —
Just when I thought I’d surrendered…
Just when his lips were tasting me again like I was sweet shop owner…
Radhika’s voice came.
Closer now.
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No more giggles.
Just one calm line.
Like a final goodbye.
My body stiffened.
I didn’t move.
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But Raj did.
His mouth stopped.
His face shifted — sharp, alert.
Like he remembered the outside world.
Like the dream broke suddenly.
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Then without warning…
He lifted me.
Both arms strong.
Careful.
Quick.
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My legs left his lap.
The air hit me cold.
And then —
I landed softly beside the sofa.
On my feet.
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“Ayyyo…” I whispered.
Eyes wide.
“Now you’re putting me down?”
“For safety,” he said.
Voice low.
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“She’s closing phone.”
“Oh no,” I said.
Trying not to smile.
“Danger is entering,” he replied.
My pallu had already fallen.
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It lay on the floor.
Like abandoned cloth.
And my chest…
Was still bare.
Fully open.
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My bra still up near my throat.
Like black ribbon.
His eyes flicked down once.
Then he said softly —
“Cover.”
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I didn’t need more.
I understood.
My fingers moved fast.
I grabbed the bra.
Pulled it down.
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From top to bottom.
The cups came back.
Fell into place.
Covered my breasts.
Quick.
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“You tasted too long,” I whispered.
He smiled.
“Blame the cook. Not the eater.”
“I became dessert suddenly.”
“Sweetest I’ve had.”
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“You’ll get cavity.”
“Worth it.”
I was trying to hook the bra now.
First hook — clicked.
Second one — tight.
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I struggled.
“This thing won’t close,” I murmured.
Frowning.
“Leave it,” he said.
“Then what if she notices?”
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“She won’t,” he said.
His voice sent heat down my spine.
But I didn’t look at him.
My fingers flew to the floor.
I picked up the pallu.
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Swung it fast.
Wrapped it around my chest.
Covered what I could.
“Look that side,” I said.
Quickly.
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“I’ve seen already,” he said.
Didn’t move.
“Don’t see again.”
“I’m memorising only.”
“Pervert.”
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“Poet.”
I turned.
Sofa.
My corner.
My safe place.
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I walked fast.
Almost tripped on saree fold.
Dropped down into my usual spot.
Tucked legs in.
Sat still.
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Breath short.
“How I’m looking?” I whispered.
Didn’t meet his eyes.
“Covered outside. Glowing inside,” he said.
“Still proper?”
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“Improper is better.”
“Stop it.”
“Can’t. Sweetness still on tongue.”
Then —
The curtain moved.
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She came in.
Radhika.
Calm.
Phone still in hand.
She entered like nothing was wrong.
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And we?
We looked like nothing happened.
I tucked my pallu tighter.
Pressed it down over my chest.
Like it had been there all along.
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My hand rested on my thigh.
My face relaxed.
No tension.
No expression.
Just quiet.
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Raj was sitting straight.
Same spot.
Same posture.
Same soft face.
Didn’t blink.
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But when her steps moved to kitchen…
He looked at me once.
Just one second.
His eyes met mine.
And in that look —
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So much was there.
Mischief.
Heat.
Control.
Calm.
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He smiled.
Very light.
Very faint.
“Now be serious,” I mouthed.
Lips barely moving.
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“I am,” he mouthed back.
“This is my most serious face.”
“Don’t smile.”
“She’s looking.”
“She’s not seeing.”
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“How you know?”
“She’s not glowing like you.”
I almost choked.
I looked away.
My cheek was burning again.
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Her voice came from kitchen.
Normal line.
Something about tea leaves.
No tension.
No suspicion.
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But my heart?
Still banging.
Like someone dropped big drum inside chest.
Raj was quiet now.
Fingers resting on armrest.
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Then I saw it.
Small movement.
One finger.
Then two.
He tapped.
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Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Like signal.
No words.
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No sound.
But I knew.
That was message.
“To be continued.”
And I smiled.
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Just inside.
Not on lips.
But deep.
Where only I could feel it.
Where he had already touched.
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Radhika came in slowly and sat down on the sofa like nothing had changed.
Her voice was soft. Normal.
“Sorry da… Amma only. Always takes time with her.”
She smiled lightly, shaking her head like she was tired of it.
I nodded, smiled back.
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My hands were still holding the pallu tight over my chest.
The hook on my blouse still felt half-done.
My thighs still felt the memory of his.
The warmth of him hadn’t left yet.
But she didn’t notice anything.
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At least I hoped.
She looked relaxed.
Calm.
Not suspicious.
Her eyes scanned the living room once.
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Just once.
And then she asked it.
“So… what you both were talking?”
My heart jumped — just slightly.
But I answered fast.
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“Food only,” I said. “What else?”
Raj leaned back, stretched one leg like he was tired from sitting too long.
He smiled softly.
“Yeah… full food discussion,” he said. “All about what’s hot… what’s soft… what melts in mouth…”
My fingers clutched the pallu tighter.
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“Ayyyo…” I muttered softly, giving him a look.
He kept smiling. Innocent face.
“Main course, side dish, small bites… sweet finish…” he continued.
Radhika didn’t catch.
She laughed lightly.
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“You both are sounding like hotel menu card.”
I nodded. “He’s always like that, akka.”
Raj rested his elbow on the sofa arm.
“I was just saying… food was too good today.”
“Chicken gravy, ah?” Radhika asked.
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“White rice, but gravy made it colourful,” he replied.
I bit my cheek, trying not to react.
“Chicken pieces were perfect,” he added. “Very tender. Fell apart in mouth.”
“Slow-cooked,” I said softly.
“Exactly,” he replied. “No hurry. Proper soaking.”
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Radhika smiled. “I told you, she cooks better.”
Raj looked at me.
That same look.
Low heat under calm smile.
“I can vouch,” he said. “She served everything perfect. Even…”
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I gave him one quick glare.
He chuckled.
Then Radhika looked up at the clock.
“Ayyyo, already past nine…”
She stretched slightly. Her yawn came natural.
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“I think we’ll leave, da… tomorrow so much work.”
Raj stood up first. He dusted his pants lightly.
“We’re going,” he said.
I nodded. “Okay.”
“Thanks for the food, Pavi,” Radhika said warmly.
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“It’s your home too, akka,” I smiled. “Don’t thank.”
She patted my arm gently.
“Good night, da.”
“Good night, akka.”
She reached the door first and opened it.
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I followed, standing half inside, half outside — just in doorway.
She bent to adjust her slippers.
Raj came behind.
His footstep was slow. Intentional.
He passed Radhika slightly, but leaned sideways — his shoulder brushing my arm.
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His face came close to my ear.
“Thanks for the sweets,” he whispered.
My cheek flushed.
Before I could react—
His palm slid behind.
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Squeeze.
Quick. Firm.
My ass clenched.
I jerked slightly.
Then — like mischief — his fingers slipped once inside the saree fold at my back.
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Right above hip bone.
Soft skin.
One graze.
Then down — toward navel.
One squeeze.
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Sharp.
Right in center.
“Ahhh—”
It escaped. I couldn’t hold.
Not a loud sound.
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Just soft.
But enough.
Radhika’s head turned.
“Pavi?” she asked, still putting on sandal.
I blinked fast.
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“My foot hit the wall, akka…” I said quickly. Pointing to corner.
“Be careful, da,” she said.
Raj was already out.
Walking down the steps like nothing happened.
I stood in the doorway — hand still on my waist where he squeezed.
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My skin was burning there.
My whole body was still reacting.
They left.
I watched her follow him.
Their shadows disappeared near the stairs.
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I closed the door slowly.
The latch clicked.
And silence came back.
Finally.
I stood for a moment.
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Didn’t move.
My fingers touched my hip.
Then navel.
I patted my own head.
“Stupid …” I whispered to myself. “You allowed everything…”
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Then I walked slowly to the sofa.
Still warm.
Still felt like his lap.
I sat down.
Let out slow breath.
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And then looked at the clock.
That’s when I remembered.
Prakash.
I had told him not to eat his wife’s food.
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It was rolled now — loose and messy around my waist and thighs.
Like soft waves of cloth all under me.
The pallu had fallen down fully into his lap.
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It was useless now.
Not even pretending to hide me.
And my blouse…
Still open.
Only that one top hook was holding it.
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But it was hopeless.
My chest was already outside.
Both breasts hanging free.
Heavy. Full. Breathing fast.
The bra was pushed up like black padding under my neck.
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Everything was out.
And Raj?
He was just looking.
Not shy. Not scared.
Not quick peeks like boys.
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He was looking fully.
Softly.
Calmly.
Like he was seeing something he loved.
Like his eyes were drinking.
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His face was close.
Very close.
His lips were almost touching my skin.
His breath was already reaching me.
And his eyes…
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Open.
Looking at both rasgullas.
Like he hadn’t eaten for days.
That look made my stomach pull tight.
Like fire inside chest.
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Not fear.
Just heat.
I bent my face down a little.
My cheeks were hot.
But I didn’t cover.
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Didn’t scold.
Didn’t hide.
I just sat.
Letting him look.
Letting him take.
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And when he leaned forward…
When his lips came again…
When he touched me once more…
I didn’t stop him.
I moaned.
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Proper moan.
From deep in chest.
And his mouth?
It started eating.
Not greedy.
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Just deep.
Like I was his food.
Like he needed me.
Like I was made for this.
His lips took my breast fully.
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Warm tongue.
Soft mouth.
He sucked slow.
And both his hands came around me.
They pressed my back.
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Then moved down.
Over my blouse.
Over my waist.
Then lower.
And they caught my backside.
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He grabbed.
Full hold.
Hard grip.
Like pressing atta dough.
I gasped.
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My body bent forward.
More into his mouth.
My hands went to his shoulders.
Just to balance.
My panties were soaked now.
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Sticky between legs.
That slow leaking didn’t stop.
It was spreading down there.
Wet in every fold.
But I didn’t care.
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Not about the curtain.
Not about Radhika.
Not about anything.
Because this…
This was something else.
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“Mmm…” he said.
His mouth still full.
“You’ve kept them fresh.”
“Ayyyo…” I whispered.
“Don’t talk…”
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“Can’t help.”
He looked up once.
“Too tasty.”
“You’re chewing also.”
“Not chewing. Just appreciating.”
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“This is not fruit stall, raj.”
“You brought the basket.”
“I didn’t.”
“But you unwrapped.”
I smiled.
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Without planning.
Just soft smile.
And I bit my lip.
Then he leaned again.
Took the other one.
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“Balance is important,” he said.
“If one gets kiss, other will feel jealous.”
“They’re not children.”
“Still… sharing is love, no?”
“You’re making rules now?”
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“Not rules. Just fairness.”
He kissed deeper.
His mouth full of me.
“Both deserve attention.”
“You’re giving full attention, ah?”
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“I never miss class.”
“Especially for sweet subjects.”
“How many sweets before this?”
He paused.
Then smiled.
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“One is enough for lifetime.”
“If taste is perfect.”
My chest did something.
It tightened.
Then softened.
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I leaned forward.
Let him kiss again.
Let him suck more.
Deeper now.
His tongue was circling fully.
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And his hands?
Still on my backside.
Both sides.
Pressing.
Rubbing slowly.
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“You’re sitting properly now?” he asked.
“Means?”
“Sit properly.”
“You adjusted me.”
“Only for comfort.”
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“For me or you?”
“We’re one team now.”
“Oh, team also ah?”
I laughed.
Short.
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His lips didn’t stop.
Both nipples were pulsing now.
One wet.
One wetter.
“You’re biting also…” I whispered.
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“Only tasting edge.”
“Not full bite.”
“Careful…”
“Always gentle with sweets.”
“Then why pressing backside like dough?”
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He smiled into my breast.
“Can’t help.”
“Some places are too soft.”
“You’re enjoying too much.”
I turned my face.
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Blushing again.
His hands stayed.
Squeezed once.
Then softened.
Just holding me.
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Over my saree.
Over my hips.
Not rough.
Just slow pressing.
And below…
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That cock.
Still under me.
Still inside his pants.
But now…
I could feel it.
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The head.
Not just shape.
It was poking clearly.
Pulsing below.
Right under my soaked cloth.
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My cunt lips were spreading.
From heat.
From pressure.
Wetness didn’t stop.
And I whispered —
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And I whispered —
Just when I thought I’d surrendered…
Just when his lips were tasting me again like I was sweet shop owner…
Radhika’s voice came.
Closer now.
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No more giggles.
Just one calm line.
Like a final goodbye.
My body stiffened.
I didn’t move.
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But Raj did.
His mouth stopped.
His face shifted — sharp, alert.
Like he remembered the outside world.
Like the dream broke suddenly.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Then without warning…
He lifted me.
Both arms strong.
Careful.
Quick.
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My legs left his lap.
The air hit me cold.
And then —
I landed softly beside the sofa.
On my feet.
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“Ayyyo…” I whispered.
Eyes wide.
“Now you’re putting me down?”
“For safety,” he said.
Voice low.
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“She’s closing phone.”
“Oh no,” I said.
Trying not to smile.
“Danger is entering,” he replied.
My pallu had already fallen.
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It lay on the floor.
Like abandoned cloth.
And my chest…
Was still bare.
Fully open.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
My bra still up near my throat.
Like black ribbon.
His eyes flicked down once.
Then he said softly —
“Cover.”
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I didn’t need more.
I understood.
My fingers moved fast.
I grabbed the bra.
Pulled it down.
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From top to bottom.
The cups came back.
Fell into place.
Covered my breasts.
Quick.
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“You tasted too long,” I whispered.
He smiled.
“Blame the cook. Not the eater.”
“I became dessert suddenly.”
“Sweetest I’ve had.”
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“You’ll get cavity.”
“Worth it.”
I was trying to hook the bra now.
First hook — clicked.
Second one — tight.
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I struggled.
“This thing won’t close,” I murmured.
Frowning.
“Leave it,” he said.
“Then what if she notices?”
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“She won’t,” he said.
His voice sent heat down my spine.
But I didn’t look at him.
My fingers flew to the floor.
I picked up the pallu.
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Swung it fast.
Wrapped it around my chest.
Covered what I could.
“Look that side,” I said.
Quickly.
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“I’ve seen already,” he said.
Didn’t move.
“Don’t see again.”
“I’m memorising only.”
“Pervert.”
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“Poet.”
I turned.
Sofa.
My corner.
My safe place.
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I walked fast.
Almost tripped on saree fold.
Dropped down into my usual spot.
Tucked legs in.
Sat still.
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Breath short.
“How I’m looking?” I whispered.
Didn’t meet his eyes.
“Covered outside. Glowing inside,” he said.
“Still proper?”
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“Improper is better.”
“Stop it.”
“Can’t. Sweetness still on tongue.”
Then —
The curtain moved.
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She came in.
Radhika.
Calm.
Phone still in hand.
She entered like nothing was wrong.
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And we?
We looked like nothing happened.
I tucked my pallu tighter.
Pressed it down over my chest.
Like it had been there all along.
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My hand rested on my thigh.
My face relaxed.
No tension.
No expression.
Just quiet.
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Raj was sitting straight.
Same spot.
Same posture.
Same soft face.
Didn’t blink.
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But when her steps moved to kitchen…
He looked at me once.
Just one second.
His eyes met mine.
And in that look —
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So much was there.
Mischief.
Heat.
Control.
Calm.
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He smiled.
Very light.
Very faint.
“Now be serious,” I mouthed.
Lips barely moving.
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“I am,” he mouthed back.
“This is my most serious face.”
“Don’t smile.”
“She’s looking.”
“She’s not seeing.”
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“How you know?”
“She’s not glowing like you.”
I almost choked.
I looked away.
My cheek was burning again.
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Her voice came from kitchen.
Normal line.
Something about tea leaves.
No tension.
No suspicion.
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But my heart?
Still banging.
Like someone dropped big drum inside chest.
Raj was quiet now.
Fingers resting on armrest.
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Then I saw it.
Small movement.
One finger.
Then two.
He tapped.
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Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Like signal.
No words.
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No sound.
But I knew.
That was message.
“To be continued.”
And I smiled.
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Just inside.
Not on lips.
But deep.
Where only I could feel it.
Where he had already touched.
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Radhika came in slowly and sat down on the sofa like nothing had changed.
Her voice was soft. Normal.
“Sorry da… Amma only. Always takes time with her.”
She smiled lightly, shaking her head like she was tired of it.
I nodded, smiled back.
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My hands were still holding the pallu tight over my chest.
The hook on my blouse still felt half-done.
My thighs still felt the memory of his.
The warmth of him hadn’t left yet.
But she didn’t notice anything.
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At least I hoped.
She looked relaxed.
Calm.
Not suspicious.
Her eyes scanned the living room once.
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Just once.
And then she asked it.
“So… what you both were talking?”
My heart jumped — just slightly.
But I answered fast.
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“Food only,” I said. “What else?”
Raj leaned back, stretched one leg like he was tired from sitting too long.
He smiled softly.
“Yeah… full food discussion,” he said. “All about what’s hot… what’s soft… what melts in mouth…”
My fingers clutched the pallu tighter.
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“Ayyyo…” I muttered softly, giving him a look.
He kept smiling. Innocent face.
“Main course, side dish, small bites… sweet finish…” he continued.
Radhika didn’t catch.
She laughed lightly.
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“You both are sounding like hotel menu card.”
I nodded. “He’s always like that, akka.”
Raj rested his elbow on the sofa arm.
“I was just saying… food was too good today.”
“Chicken gravy, ah?” Radhika asked.
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“White rice, but gravy made it colourful,” he replied.
I bit my cheek, trying not to react.
“Chicken pieces were perfect,” he added. “Very tender. Fell apart in mouth.”
“Slow-cooked,” I said softly.
“Exactly,” he replied. “No hurry. Proper soaking.”
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Radhika smiled. “I told you, she cooks better.”
Raj looked at me.
That same look.
Low heat under calm smile.
“I can vouch,” he said. “She served everything perfect. Even…”
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I gave him one quick glare.
He chuckled.
Then Radhika looked up at the clock.
“Ayyyo, already past nine…”
She stretched slightly. Her yawn came natural.
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“I think we’ll leave, da… tomorrow so much work.”
Raj stood up first. He dusted his pants lightly.
“We’re going,” he said.
I nodded. “Okay.”
“Thanks for the food, Pavi,” Radhika said warmly.
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“It’s your home too, akka,” I smiled. “Don’t thank.”
She patted my arm gently.
“Good night, da.”
“Good night, akka.”
She reached the door first and opened it.
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I followed, standing half inside, half outside — just in doorway.
She bent to adjust her slippers.
Raj came behind.
His footstep was slow. Intentional.
He passed Radhika slightly, but leaned sideways — his shoulder brushing my arm.
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His face came close to my ear.
“Thanks for the sweets,” he whispered.
My cheek flushed.
Before I could react—
His palm slid behind.
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Squeeze.
Quick. Firm.
My ass clenched.
I jerked slightly.
Then — like mischief — his fingers slipped once inside the saree fold at my back.
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Right above hip bone.
Soft skin.
One graze.
Then down — toward navel.
One squeeze.
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Sharp.
Right in center.
“Ahhh—”
It escaped. I couldn’t hold.
Not a loud sound.
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Just soft.
But enough.
Radhika’s head turned.
“Pavi?” she asked, still putting on sandal.
I blinked fast.
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“My foot hit the wall, akka…” I said quickly. Pointing to corner.
“Be careful, da,” she said.
Raj was already out.
Walking down the steps like nothing happened.
I stood in the doorway — hand still on my waist where he squeezed.
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My skin was burning there.
My whole body was still reacting.
They left.
I watched her follow him.
Their shadows disappeared near the stairs.
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I closed the door slowly.
The latch clicked.
And silence came back.
Finally.
I stood for a moment.
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Didn’t move.
My fingers touched my hip.
Then navel.
I patted my own head.
“Stupid …” I whispered to myself. “You allowed everything…”
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Then I walked slowly to the sofa.
Still warm.
Still felt like his lap.
I sat down.
Let out slow breath.
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And then looked at the clock.
That’s when I remembered.
Prakash.
I had told him not to eat his wife’s food.
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