An Innocent Beauty Continues Part2

[Deepak.kapoor]

The Edge of Power – Arjun’s Regret, Meera’s Relief

The air was thick with the stench of sex and sweat, the echo of groans still hanging in the corners of the dimly lit room. Arjun slumped on the chair, chest heaving, his shirt halfway open, pants around his thighs, the last of his strength spent in Meera’s hands.


Meera stood a few feet away, calmly adjusting her top, her expression unreadable. Semen still clung to her skin, a sticky reminder of what had just happened—but to her, it was a lesser cost—a tactical stain.


Inside, a storm raged, but outside, she was steel.


I did it. I stopped it before it went too far.


She had protected Riya. She had protected herself. Her body might have been used as a tool, but her mind? Her mind was untouched—sharp, cold, and two steps ahead.


Meera turned away from Arjun, her back straight, chin high. She didn’t say another word. She didn’t need to.


Arjun stayed frozen in place, watching her walk toward the room door with confident steps. His gaze drifted downward, to the glistening trail of his cum on her skin… and something twisted in his gut.


Shame. Frustration.


“Shit…” he muttered under his breath, dragging his hands down his face.


His cock, now soft and spent, twitched weakly as his mind replayed the scene—her on her knees, her hand wrapped tightly around him, the way her lips moved when she whispered, “Just let me take you there…”


He groaned, angry, not at her.


At himself.


“Maine control kyun kho diya?”
(Why did I lose control?)

He spat the words like poison.
“Saali ne toh… haan… she made me explode like a fucking virgin.”


He clenched his fists, his jaw tight, the image of her lips brushing his tip, her hands working him with unrelenting rhythm etched in his memory.


It had been too fast. Too easy.


He had planned to take his time. To own her. To break her slowly. Not... blow his load in her hand like some desperate collegeboy.


His fingers ran through his hair in frustration.


“Pagal bana diya mujhe,” he whispered. (She drove me crazy.)

The way she looked up at him. The softness in her tone. The fucking control she had even when she pretended to surrender.


He didn’t see the game. He thought she’d genuinely given in.


Enough to keep him coming back for more. But his pride bled.


“I should’ve held back,” he muttered. “Aise nahi… next time, main poora le lunga use…”
(Not like this... next time, I’ll take all of her.)


His cock twitched again and again at just the thought.


Her voice. Her hand. Her breasts were covered in his cum. The sight of her wiping it away like she owned the moment.


And that… made him want her even more.

Meanwhile, behind the closed bathroom door…


Meera stood under the faucet, letting cold water run down her chest, washing off the mess he left behind. Her hands trembled slightly, but she didn’t let herself cry. Not yet.


She looked into the mirror, water dripping from her chin, her breasts slick from the cleansing.


You survived, Meera.


And in her mind, she heard Arjun’s voice—the moans, the groans, the curses as he lost himself.


He thinks he won… but he never saw the strings I pulled. She allowed herself a small smile.


But inside, she was already planning.