30-07-2025, 06:48 PM
(CHAPTER CONTD)
BACK IN MUMBAI
The sea breeze swept gently across the open rooftop restaurant near Marine Drive, mingling with the soft jazz playing in the background and the laughter of old friends reuniting. Hemant stepped in, his cream-colored shirt clinging softly to his broad frame, the denim jeans carrying the casual ease of a man who had nothing to prove anymore. Yet, his presence—calm, grounded, yet powerfully self-assured—still turned heads, just as it did during his college days when he was the unbeaten sports icon of Xavier’s College. Now, an accomplished industrialist heading the steadily rising YOD Industries, Hemant wasn’t just remembered; he was respected. Dheeraj, his loyal college mate and companion for the morning, greeted him with a hearty clap on the back, ushering him into the warm embrace of shared nostalgia.
Laughter rippled around as glasses clinked and stories from another lifetime spilled across the wooden tables. Dheeraj, ever the spirited host, made the rounds with Hemant, reintroducing him to familiar faces—some aged gracefully, others lost to time but instantly recognizable in their voices and smiles. The warmth grew more intimate when Hemant was approached by Anuj, a close friend from their Xavier's days who had missed the not so long ago college's reunion function. Anuj, now sporting a neat beard and a quiet charm, was accompanied by his fiancée, a gentle presence who fit easily into the folds of their stories. The morning deepened with anecdotes, teasing banter, and the easy rhythm of memories unforgotten. Hemant found himself more relaxed than he had been in months, allowing the open air to pull him gently back into a simpler version of himself.
As the sunlight got denser, Mumbai woke up to its usual loud and crowded self—proportionate yet alive. Hemant leaned against the railing for a moment, letting the rush of the city below and the voices around him settle into his heart. He watched Dheeraj animatedly narrate a college prank to Anuj’s fiancée, while Anuj laughed with the same old, reckless joy. Somewhere between the breeze and the banter, Hemant felt the divide between past and present blur. He was still that boy in the sports jersey, still the friend laughing over butter chicken at the canteen, still that smitten young lad as he stepped into something serious with Sanjana. But now also a man shaped by responsibilities, family, and ambition. Then there was that overloading chaos and the motivations that was leading him to yet another dangerous path. And yet, in this morning, as the tide lapped gently against the rocks below and friendship wrapped around him like a familiar song, Hemant felt whole—seen, remembered, and content. A calm from the storm of his life.
BACK IN JABALPUR
Sonarika stood at the edge of the ancient Madan Mahal Fort, wind playing with her hair, the stone beneath her feet warm with the summer sun. Beside her stood Vikram, whose eyes held a fire that had not dimmed ever since last night. Their magnetism was impossible to deny.
Vikram stepped closer to Sonarika, whispering something against her ear that made her eyes close. She didn’t resist when his lips found her neck, nor when his hands traced the outline of her dress. Her breath hitched as he led her to a hidden corner within the fort’s aged walls—away from the prying eyes of the world, into a cocoon of shared sin and secrecy.
Vikram led Sonarika into the infamous pleasure chamber of the fort. It was a secluded spot , and just like the name the place is known for the section of the fort meant for private surroundings of the rulers. Their mouths collided, hands roaming, past transgressions bleeding into the present. She hated herself for needing this. She loved herself for feeling desired. In the quiet ruin of stone and sunlight, their bodies met again, ancient and new all at once.
He scooped her up into his arms, sandwiching her body tightly between himself and the stone wall while his tongue slithered into her mouth. The intensity of their moment thrilled Sonarika, who let out a passionate moan as her hands ran through Vikram's medium-length hair. Arousal stirred through her body as she felt the shoulder straps of her dress being pulled down in the darkness.
As Vikram continued to pull Sonarika's dress lower, exposing her strapless black bra, she felt the bulge in his jeans press against her. His hands quickly grasped the bra, yanking it down hard and freeing her perfect, melony breasts. The cool, refreshing breeze in the dark confines of the fort blew across her nipples, bringing them to hardened attention, which Vikram spotted instantly. He broke the kiss and placed his lips around the hardened nub, suckling it with intense might before switching to the other.
Sonarika's hand left Vikram's hair and went down the back of his shirt, feeling his smooth skin across her fingertips as she moaned. Her nipples stiffened with excitement as his tongue traced circles around them. Her moans and purrs increased in volume, no worries about attracting attention as the place had less visitors for the day. Plus the place they are right now is secluded. Making them bold enough to pirsue this daring and thrilling encounter in this hidden chamber.
"This is more thrilling than what we did in that Bali Morning!" Sonarika moaned while tugging his shirt up, wanting it gone.
Vikram broke away from her chest to plant another kiss on her before letting her bare feet touch the ground once more. Sonarika unhooked her bra and cast it aside. Vikram started to unbutton his shirt, taking care to keep his eyes fixated on her. When the last button popped open, he removed the shirt and let it fall to the ground atop the discarded underwear.
Sonarika peeled her dress down the rest of her body, until she was fully nude. She gathered the clothing from the ground and placed them under the carved pillar, giving Vikram an eyeful of her curvy backside as she bent down. Sonarika giggled as she stood straight up and turned towards him. He quickly pulled his pants down until he was only in the tight pair of black briefs that housed his thick dick.
Sonarika leaned in closer to Vikram, looking around to make sure they were the only individuals in that place. Her gentle hand gripped the bulge in his underwear, causing his erection to quickly swell to its hardest. They resumed kissing while Sonarika gripped harder. It did not take long until she was ready to free his cock from its cloth chamber. Her fingers danced their way in, past his waistband until she grabbed onto his hot meat.
The woman swiftly pulled the underwear down with her other hand, tossing it onto the pile behind her. He gave her breast a hard squeeze, causing her to yelp in excitement. After a few more strokes of his cock, Sonarika took a step back and bent down until the pre-cum coated cockhead was hovering near her hungry mouth. Vikram rested a hand on her lower back while the other lightly grabbed a handful of hair. He gently pushed her closer until the wetness on his member slid across her moist lips.
Vikram watched on as Sonarika engulfed his cock, her lips stretched tightly around the head. She began to move her head slowly, savoring the feeling of his skin on her tongue. Vikram released the grip on her soft, silky hair as the woman was taking control. Sonarika's pace increased, and her suction intensified, sending vibrations through his shaft, echoing down into his balls.
As Vikram received the start of yet an amazing blowjob for the day, his eyes drifted down her body. He loved the way her milfy hips wiggled rhythmically with her head movements. He licked his palm, hooked it under her and pressed it to her scorching hot sex. She jumped at his first touch, pulling his cock out of her mouth. She looked up at him with a cute smile before pressing her lips at the bottom of his shaft, slowly and softly kissing her way up, moaning as he slipped his middle finger inside her.
Sonarika's moans grew louder as Vikram's middle finger was joined by his index finger. She continued to cutely kiss up his shaft, around his head and down the other side, making sure to taste his pre-cum every time, occasionally stopping to give him a rough, rapid series of strokes. These strokes fueled Vikram to increase the pace of the probing in his lover's pussy. The two fingers started as gentle and loving, slowly growing in speed and intensity.
The feeling in her loins was driving Sonarika wild. Once Vikram's pace stabilized, the woman let go of his cock and bent down until her wet hands hit the ground.
Vikram stepped behind Sonarika, getting a better look at the hot hole he was lovingly violating, aided by the sunlight from the upper opening from that chamber. He knelt down while she spread as wide as she could without falling over. He grabbed hold of his throbbing cock and pointed it at the entrance of her love tunnel.
"Vicky , are you sure about this! Someone will see us!" Sonarika panted, her head now turned so her cheek rested in the damp surface of the fort.
"This moment belongs to us Soni!!!" Vikram growled as the full length of his cock slid in with no resistance.
Thanks to this hidden section of the fort and the isolation that surrounded it, the only sounds that Vikram could hear were a rhythmic symphony of heavenly moans and squishy sloshing that echoed through this place's walls. Sonarika's body was in such a relaxed state that she was unable to do anything but push sexy sounds out of her throat while Vikram jackhammered his meat into her.
Vikram threw his head back and glared at the carvings in the pleasure chamber above before glancing back at Sonarika. What little strength she had left gripped her fingers into the ground. The soft sounds she made brought a smile to Vikram's focused face. Seeing the woman he knew for months sexually paralyzed in intense lust made him the happiest he had ever been ever since last night. Add that to the reality that he was fucking her in a fort's pleasure chamber where royal kings have mated with their wives , concubines and whores for their pleasure and here he was doing the same finding pleasure and completeness with the woman that is engulfed in his brain now!
Sonarika hummed as she felt his cock exit her, only to slap her soaked slit loud enough for her to hear. Vikram pressed the head against her swollen clit and gave it repeated flicks, causing her hips to buck like a tired horse. He continued to do this, occasionally stopping to tease her hole, only to resume the clitoral stimulation again.
Panting heavily once again, Sonarika pushed herself up off the ground, running her hand through her tangled hair to clear it from her face.
"Vicky" she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
"Get under me."
He quickly complied, rolling onto his back and positioning his cock underneath her cunt. With a fierce, yet tired, determination, Sonarika straddled Vikram, positioning his erection at her messy entry. Without hesitation, she lowered herself down, impaling herself fully on his stiff dick.
Vikram pressed his hands against her warm breasts, holding her up while she began to ride him. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, lazily slapping against her chin as drool dripped down onto the man's neck. Despite her exhaustion, something within her slowly brought her back to life, fueling the power of her thrusting to rise. Soon, her energy was fully restored and she was riding his meaty cock with all of her might.
With Vikram's hands on her chest, she placed a hand on his, weakly twisting his nipple, eliciting a grunt from him. He stared up at her, watching her still having to peel hair off of her messy forehead. Her hair was so wet, she looked like she had just stepped out of the shower, making Sonarika look even sexier than she naturally is, something Vikram did not think was possible.
As Sonarika lost herself in the moment, all thought left her mind except for one thing: bringing Vikram to a climax with equal intensity and pleasure as her own. Straightening her back, she rode him hands-free as he rested his hands on her soft thighs. A seductive smile came to her face as she teased him with inadvertent eye rolls. The sight caused Vikram to start rhythmically matching her thrusts. For the first time, the couple were fucking each other instead of one taking charge.
Vikram desperately wished to savor this moment forever, knowing that his body would not be able to hold out much longer. Grasping Sonarika tightly around the waist, he guided the last few thrusts of her wild ride before pulling her off of him. Leaning up on his elbows, he watched as Sonarika wrapped both of her hands around his solid shaft and ferociously stroked him.
"Go ahead , paint me like your woman!"
Sonarika tiredly panted, sticking out her tongue and closing her heavy eyelids.
"AHHH!" he said with a deep, throaty groan.
Vikram threw his head back as shot after shot of his thick, steamy load painted the face of his worn out lover. His orgasm shook his entire body, similar to Sonarika's as they lived their powerful orgasms together. His eyes opened in time to see one last shot land on her hanging tongue. The dark-haired vixen milf laughed as she swallowed the shot before beginning to lick his cock clean of its sweet, salty cream.
"you are my perfect woman now!!!"
Vikram moaned through exhaustion, his head falling back gently onto the ground.
Vikram lay there, feeling every taste bud on Sonarika's tongue trace across his beat-red cockhead. His cock never went fully flaccid, keeping the woman licking him for nearly a minute. Eventually, her tired tongue could swirl no more. After spitting his member out and giving the head a quick kiss, she crawled back on top of him, planting her ass on his stomach and caressing his cheeks.
"Do I have anything on my face?" she asked, a mask of white glaze coating her entire face.
"Just a bit" he panted, making her laugh.
They embraced in their sweaty mess as the pleasure chamber of the Madan Mahal Fort bared witness to another passionate bond formed beneath its wall after centuries!
BACK IN MUMBAI
Back at the Alumni Party.Dheeraj nudged Hemant playfully.
"Come on, Hemant. Everyone’s waiting. Sing something, will you?"
Hemant chuckled, brushing his salt-peppered hair back, hiding the weight of nostalgia behind his smile.
"Dheeraj , I haven't singed for quiet a decade now"
"Come on. Old habbits die hard. I know you got this!"
A guitar was passed to him—aged, worn, its wooden body bearing scratches like battle scars. He hadn’t touched one in years. The strings were stiff, foreign under his fingers, but slowly, like a long-lost friend remembered, his hands found the chords. The crowd around him softened their voices, leaning closer. Even Anuj and his fiancée paused mid-conversation, sensing something more than performance was about to unfold.
Hemant reached into his wallet. Nestled in a quiet corner of his heart was a photograph—Sonarika. Her gentle smile stared back at him from behind the plastic film. He pressed his lips to it without thought, as natural as breathing, before slipping it back.
Hemant chose the one song that has been close to his heart for a long time. Only this time , a different woman was on his mind. He imagined Sonarika's warm smile, her giggles, her glittering eyes as he started the song "Kitni Narmi Se" from the movie Dil Jo Bhi Kahey.
The moment his guitar strings started to move and emanated a simple tune. One by one each guest present there start to get silent. But then Hemant hummed the initial vocals of the song and the moment his voice came , the entire restaurant was captivated. Hemant was able to match the intensity and emotion that Sonu Nigam created with that song.
Soon the lyrics started flowing with Hemant's voice.
Kitni Narmi Se , Kitne Dheere Se,
Kitni Narmi Se , Kitne Dheere Se,
Dil Mein Aati Hain,
Dil Mein Aati Hain Dabe Paon Mohabbat Aur Phir,
Dhadkanon Mein Yeh Chupke Bolti Hain,
Rang Sa Zindagi Mein Gholti Hain,
Aakhon Aakhon Mein Jaise Bolti Hain,
Aakhon Aakhon Mein Jaise Bolti Hain,
Haule Se...........Dheere Se,
Kitni Narmi Se , Kitne Dheere Se.
Anuj's fiance leaned her head to his shoulder feeling the romantic ambience Hemant was creating with the song. Hemant felt serene singing the song while his mind pictured Sonarika in their home sitting listening to him sing. Hemant stringed his guitar imagining Karan and Sonarika listening to him sing. His heart fluttered with the memories of his family.
MEANWHILE IN JABALPUR
Back in Jabalpur, the walls of the fort could no longer hold them. Sonarika and Vikram drove in silence, their hands brushing on the gear shift. Their desire roared louder than words.
At Hotel Golden Dream, they barely made it to the suite. The door shut behind them, and clothes followed suit. She laughed once—nervous, breathless—before Vikram lifted her and carried her into the shower.
Water ran. Steam rose. And so did their heat.
Sonarika wrapped her arms around him and started kissing him passionately. The shower turned into a theatre of hunger. Vikram’s lips trailed down Sonarika’s wet skin, her gasps echoing off the tiles. She clung to him—not just out of lust, but out of confusion, desire, longing. The past dissolved between droplets of water and desperate kisses.
He whispered her name, again and again.
And she didn’t resist. Vikram soon turned Sonarika around and had her hold the pole. She bent over in front of him. The water fell down onto her back, rolling down over her ass. Vikram's wet body moved up close and he entered her. He began to fuck her slowly but it wasn't long before he was pounding his cock into her.
She gripped the pole and began screaming his name
"Ahhh!! Vicky! Don't Stop!!"
Their bodies together looked even more erotic with water cascading over them. The water was beating down on their lusting bodies. Last night, they were making love, now they were fucking. Vikram grabbed her hips, he was really giving it to her now. His ass clenched as he slid back and forth into her hot pussy.
Quickly, he slid out of her, and took one hand to force her down to her knees. He grabbed his cock and began stroking. She opened her mouth willingly. Vikram began to shoot his cum into her mouth and on her face. Sonarika had it all over her face and chin. Vikram smiled at her. A sight he loved cherishing in his memory , seeing her drenched in his fluids.
BACK IN MUMBAI
Tamanna arrived late, slightly flustered, her hair tousled from the commute. She paused just inside the restaurant. And there he was.
Hemant. Singing.
Phool Par Aur Jaise Girthi Hain,
Lehar Saahil Se Jaise Milti Hain,
His voice—soft, rich, heartbreakingly tender—pierced through the chatter in her mind. Her steps slowed. She sat at the edge of the gathering, folding her hands in her lap, tears already welling from places long buried. She imagined him beside her, singing to her.
Khushbu Jaise Fiza Mein Chaati Hain,
Dil Mein Aise Mohabbat Aati Hain,
Hemant sang with closed eyes, his voice echoing Sonu Nigam’s tone but carrying a weight entirely his own. Every word was chosen for her. Every note rang with love, ache, and a hidden fear. But in each of his vocals , he cherished his family. His lovely boy Karan playing in the garden of his dream house. While at the same time , his wife , his love , his Sonarika. Looking at him as he is singing his song.
People watched in reverence. Dheeraj had stopped joking. Anuj squeezed his fiancée’s hand. And Tamanna sat completely still, letting her imagination take her backward in time. While Hemant imagined the future that in his eyes were perfect , the dream house they always wanted. Karan holding onto Hemant and Sonarika's hands as they explore the lush green lawn. The morning sunlight highlighting the dews in the grass. Everything about it was perfect as tears formed in his eyes as the lyrics of the song continued.
Dhadkanon Mein Yeh Chupke Bolti Hain,
Rang Sa Zindagi Mein Gholti Hain,
Aakhon Aakhon Mein Jaise Bolti Hain,
Aakhon Aakhon Mein Jaise Bolti Hain,
Haule Se...........Dheere Se,
Kitni Narmi Se , Kitne Dheere Se.
BACK IN JABALPUR
Sonarika and Vikram tumbled onto the suite’s bed, the sheets soon a tangled mess of desire and water. It wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, intoxicating, damning.
She opened her legs for him as he got on top. She grabbed his cock and guided it into her, and it was beautiful. They looked at each other, then he finally put it in. Vikram was now inside Sonarika again. They have no idea how many times they did it today.
"Ahhhh!" she gasped as she stared into his eyes, slightly painful but mostly horny.
"You feel so fucking good, baby..." he said while she wrapped her legs around his body.
"AHH! AHH! MHMM!!" she moaned.
He thrusted his cock inside her hard, all while keeping it sensual and romantic. Then, he stepped it up a notch. He got both of her legs with one hand, then leaned down over her, folding her like a lawn chair.
"Vicky....you're killing me!!!!" she moaned.
Vikram was in complete dominance of Sonarika. He then turned her body around; again, she didn't hesitate to follow along at all. He continued to thrust his cock inside her with such power, while she was caught in a complete trance. The freshly showered water was replaced by newly created sweats in their bodies.
He then turned her body to get into a spooning position for a while, with one of her legs up in the air with her toes pointed in a stiff vertical position. He kept kissing her neck, ears, and cheeks from behind her. Her eyes were shut and her mouth wide open, almost drooling of pleasure. Then, he rubbed her clit slowly and softly. As he did, he worked his hands up to her nipples, while kissing her neck all at once. That's was the final nail on the coffin.
"AHHH!!!!! AHHHHH!!!! VICKY!!!!!!! AHHH!!!!!"
Sonarika yelled, rolling her eyes back as she reached her orgasm. Her body shook violently. She trembled as she tried to hold on to him, then the bedsheets. There were chills all over her body as she slowly starting moving her hand towards her pussy to feel the wetness.
She fell to the bed. She was defeated. As she gathered strength for a few minutes, he cuddled around and made-out with her in their beautiful afterglow.
"My god Vicky.....you are really going to put my pills to the test for the day!!!!"
Sonarika said, cutely giggling as she looked into his eyes in between kisses. She cuddled into him and lay her head on his chest and caressed it. She was slowly feeling weak from all the workout her body had for the day as she was drifting to sleep on his chest, but there was something still pending with Vikram; he was still hard as a rock.
He lightly kissed her neck, breasts, and caressed her legs with his rough hands.
"Mmm..." moaned Sonarika, half-asleep.
"I want more, babe," he said.
"Mmm...of course you do..." said Sonarika, still asleep.
He snuck in between her legs, missionary style, got his hard cock and glided it into Sonarika who was still dripping wet from their earlier round.
"Ahhhh!! MY GOD VICKY!!" moaned Sonarika.
She was still half-asleep. However, she wasn't saying 'no' to Vikram having her for the nth time for the day.
Vikram sensually fucked Sonarika, again, kissing and nibbling on her neck as he did. Vikram gradually started thrusting harder and harder as he put his fingers in Sonarika's mouth, to which she proceeded to suck on while she moaned uncontrollably. He had enough of the "love-making" and was now fucking her.
"Ah! Fuck!" he moaned loudly.
"AHHH!!! VICKY YOU'RE KILLING ME!!" she moaned, until the real magic finally happened.
Vikram came inside Sonarika. He didn't pull out. He didn't even try to. He left the cock in until he emptied it inside her body. All this while they embraced in another deep, beautiful kiss. It wasn't long before the cum ran out of Sonarika's body and onto the bed sheets.
She kept kissing and could not seem to get enough of him. He finally unlocked something in her that had been laid buried for a long time, and she seemed to enjoy it more than ever in her life. Vikram was very similar to Rocky right now , only difference is unlike Rocky , Vikram actually cares for her.
"Where have you been all of my life?"
Sonarika whispered to Vikram with her eyes closed and letting out more cute giggles in between their sensual kisses.
She caressed his hair, his face and looked into his eyes. Vikram traced his fingers along Sonarika’s spine as she lay half-asleep in his arms. She murmured something unintelligible, and he kissed her temple. Their affair, once reckless, now felt hauntingly tender. The storm had passed, but its scent lingered—on her skin, in his breath, in the way she didn’t pull away.
(CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)
The sea breeze swept gently across the open rooftop restaurant near Marine Drive, mingling with the soft jazz playing in the background and the laughter of old friends reuniting. Hemant stepped in, his cream-colored shirt clinging softly to his broad frame, the denim jeans carrying the casual ease of a man who had nothing to prove anymore. Yet, his presence—calm, grounded, yet powerfully self-assured—still turned heads, just as it did during his college days when he was the unbeaten sports icon of Xavier’s College. Now, an accomplished industrialist heading the steadily rising YOD Industries, Hemant wasn’t just remembered; he was respected. Dheeraj, his loyal college mate and companion for the morning, greeted him with a hearty clap on the back, ushering him into the warm embrace of shared nostalgia.
Laughter rippled around as glasses clinked and stories from another lifetime spilled across the wooden tables. Dheeraj, ever the spirited host, made the rounds with Hemant, reintroducing him to familiar faces—some aged gracefully, others lost to time but instantly recognizable in their voices and smiles. The warmth grew more intimate when Hemant was approached by Anuj, a close friend from their Xavier's days who had missed the not so long ago college's reunion function. Anuj, now sporting a neat beard and a quiet charm, was accompanied by his fiancée, a gentle presence who fit easily into the folds of their stories. The morning deepened with anecdotes, teasing banter, and the easy rhythm of memories unforgotten. Hemant found himself more relaxed than he had been in months, allowing the open air to pull him gently back into a simpler version of himself.
As the sunlight got denser, Mumbai woke up to its usual loud and crowded self—proportionate yet alive. Hemant leaned against the railing for a moment, letting the rush of the city below and the voices around him settle into his heart. He watched Dheeraj animatedly narrate a college prank to Anuj’s fiancée, while Anuj laughed with the same old, reckless joy. Somewhere between the breeze and the banter, Hemant felt the divide between past and present blur. He was still that boy in the sports jersey, still the friend laughing over butter chicken at the canteen, still that smitten young lad as he stepped into something serious with Sanjana. But now also a man shaped by responsibilities, family, and ambition. Then there was that overloading chaos and the motivations that was leading him to yet another dangerous path. And yet, in this morning, as the tide lapped gently against the rocks below and friendship wrapped around him like a familiar song, Hemant felt whole—seen, remembered, and content. A calm from the storm of his life.
BACK IN JABALPUR
Sonarika stood at the edge of the ancient Madan Mahal Fort, wind playing with her hair, the stone beneath her feet warm with the summer sun. Beside her stood Vikram, whose eyes held a fire that had not dimmed ever since last night. Their magnetism was impossible to deny.
Vikram stepped closer to Sonarika, whispering something against her ear that made her eyes close. She didn’t resist when his lips found her neck, nor when his hands traced the outline of her dress. Her breath hitched as he led her to a hidden corner within the fort’s aged walls—away from the prying eyes of the world, into a cocoon of shared sin and secrecy.
Vikram led Sonarika into the infamous pleasure chamber of the fort. It was a secluded spot , and just like the name the place is known for the section of the fort meant for private surroundings of the rulers. Their mouths collided, hands roaming, past transgressions bleeding into the present. She hated herself for needing this. She loved herself for feeling desired. In the quiet ruin of stone and sunlight, their bodies met again, ancient and new all at once.
He scooped her up into his arms, sandwiching her body tightly between himself and the stone wall while his tongue slithered into her mouth. The intensity of their moment thrilled Sonarika, who let out a passionate moan as her hands ran through Vikram's medium-length hair. Arousal stirred through her body as she felt the shoulder straps of her dress being pulled down in the darkness.
As Vikram continued to pull Sonarika's dress lower, exposing her strapless black bra, she felt the bulge in his jeans press against her. His hands quickly grasped the bra, yanking it down hard and freeing her perfect, melony breasts. The cool, refreshing breeze in the dark confines of the fort blew across her nipples, bringing them to hardened attention, which Vikram spotted instantly. He broke the kiss and placed his lips around the hardened nub, suckling it with intense might before switching to the other.
Sonarika's hand left Vikram's hair and went down the back of his shirt, feeling his smooth skin across her fingertips as she moaned. Her nipples stiffened with excitement as his tongue traced circles around them. Her moans and purrs increased in volume, no worries about attracting attention as the place had less visitors for the day. Plus the place they are right now is secluded. Making them bold enough to pirsue this daring and thrilling encounter in this hidden chamber.
"This is more thrilling than what we did in that Bali Morning!" Sonarika moaned while tugging his shirt up, wanting it gone.
Vikram broke away from her chest to plant another kiss on her before letting her bare feet touch the ground once more. Sonarika unhooked her bra and cast it aside. Vikram started to unbutton his shirt, taking care to keep his eyes fixated on her. When the last button popped open, he removed the shirt and let it fall to the ground atop the discarded underwear.
Sonarika peeled her dress down the rest of her body, until she was fully nude. She gathered the clothing from the ground and placed them under the carved pillar, giving Vikram an eyeful of her curvy backside as she bent down. Sonarika giggled as she stood straight up and turned towards him. He quickly pulled his pants down until he was only in the tight pair of black briefs that housed his thick dick.
Sonarika leaned in closer to Vikram, looking around to make sure they were the only individuals in that place. Her gentle hand gripped the bulge in his underwear, causing his erection to quickly swell to its hardest. They resumed kissing while Sonarika gripped harder. It did not take long until she was ready to free his cock from its cloth chamber. Her fingers danced their way in, past his waistband until she grabbed onto his hot meat.
The woman swiftly pulled the underwear down with her other hand, tossing it onto the pile behind her. He gave her breast a hard squeeze, causing her to yelp in excitement. After a few more strokes of his cock, Sonarika took a step back and bent down until the pre-cum coated cockhead was hovering near her hungry mouth. Vikram rested a hand on her lower back while the other lightly grabbed a handful of hair. He gently pushed her closer until the wetness on his member slid across her moist lips.
Vikram watched on as Sonarika engulfed his cock, her lips stretched tightly around the head. She began to move her head slowly, savoring the feeling of his skin on her tongue. Vikram released the grip on her soft, silky hair as the woman was taking control. Sonarika's pace increased, and her suction intensified, sending vibrations through his shaft, echoing down into his balls.
As Vikram received the start of yet an amazing blowjob for the day, his eyes drifted down her body. He loved the way her milfy hips wiggled rhythmically with her head movements. He licked his palm, hooked it under her and pressed it to her scorching hot sex. She jumped at his first touch, pulling his cock out of her mouth. She looked up at him with a cute smile before pressing her lips at the bottom of his shaft, slowly and softly kissing her way up, moaning as he slipped his middle finger inside her.
Sonarika's moans grew louder as Vikram's middle finger was joined by his index finger. She continued to cutely kiss up his shaft, around his head and down the other side, making sure to taste his pre-cum every time, occasionally stopping to give him a rough, rapid series of strokes. These strokes fueled Vikram to increase the pace of the probing in his lover's pussy. The two fingers started as gentle and loving, slowly growing in speed and intensity.
The feeling in her loins was driving Sonarika wild. Once Vikram's pace stabilized, the woman let go of his cock and bent down until her wet hands hit the ground.
Vikram stepped behind Sonarika, getting a better look at the hot hole he was lovingly violating, aided by the sunlight from the upper opening from that chamber. He knelt down while she spread as wide as she could without falling over. He grabbed hold of his throbbing cock and pointed it at the entrance of her love tunnel.
"Vicky , are you sure about this! Someone will see us!" Sonarika panted, her head now turned so her cheek rested in the damp surface of the fort.
"This moment belongs to us Soni!!!" Vikram growled as the full length of his cock slid in with no resistance.
Thanks to this hidden section of the fort and the isolation that surrounded it, the only sounds that Vikram could hear were a rhythmic symphony of heavenly moans and squishy sloshing that echoed through this place's walls. Sonarika's body was in such a relaxed state that she was unable to do anything but push sexy sounds out of her throat while Vikram jackhammered his meat into her.
Vikram threw his head back and glared at the carvings in the pleasure chamber above before glancing back at Sonarika. What little strength she had left gripped her fingers into the ground. The soft sounds she made brought a smile to Vikram's focused face. Seeing the woman he knew for months sexually paralyzed in intense lust made him the happiest he had ever been ever since last night. Add that to the reality that he was fucking her in a fort's pleasure chamber where royal kings have mated with their wives , concubines and whores for their pleasure and here he was doing the same finding pleasure and completeness with the woman that is engulfed in his brain now!
Sonarika hummed as she felt his cock exit her, only to slap her soaked slit loud enough for her to hear. Vikram pressed the head against her swollen clit and gave it repeated flicks, causing her hips to buck like a tired horse. He continued to do this, occasionally stopping to tease her hole, only to resume the clitoral stimulation again.
Panting heavily once again, Sonarika pushed herself up off the ground, running her hand through her tangled hair to clear it from her face.
"Vicky" she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
"Get under me."
He quickly complied, rolling onto his back and positioning his cock underneath her cunt. With a fierce, yet tired, determination, Sonarika straddled Vikram, positioning his erection at her messy entry. Without hesitation, she lowered herself down, impaling herself fully on his stiff dick.
Vikram pressed his hands against her warm breasts, holding her up while she began to ride him. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, lazily slapping against her chin as drool dripped down onto the man's neck. Despite her exhaustion, something within her slowly brought her back to life, fueling the power of her thrusting to rise. Soon, her energy was fully restored and she was riding his meaty cock with all of her might.
With Vikram's hands on her chest, she placed a hand on his, weakly twisting his nipple, eliciting a grunt from him. He stared up at her, watching her still having to peel hair off of her messy forehead. Her hair was so wet, she looked like she had just stepped out of the shower, making Sonarika look even sexier than she naturally is, something Vikram did not think was possible.
As Sonarika lost herself in the moment, all thought left her mind except for one thing: bringing Vikram to a climax with equal intensity and pleasure as her own. Straightening her back, she rode him hands-free as he rested his hands on her soft thighs. A seductive smile came to her face as she teased him with inadvertent eye rolls. The sight caused Vikram to start rhythmically matching her thrusts. For the first time, the couple were fucking each other instead of one taking charge.
Vikram desperately wished to savor this moment forever, knowing that his body would not be able to hold out much longer. Grasping Sonarika tightly around the waist, he guided the last few thrusts of her wild ride before pulling her off of him. Leaning up on his elbows, he watched as Sonarika wrapped both of her hands around his solid shaft and ferociously stroked him.
"Go ahead , paint me like your woman!"
Sonarika tiredly panted, sticking out her tongue and closing her heavy eyelids.
"AHHH!" he said with a deep, throaty groan.
Vikram threw his head back as shot after shot of his thick, steamy load painted the face of his worn out lover. His orgasm shook his entire body, similar to Sonarika's as they lived their powerful orgasms together. His eyes opened in time to see one last shot land on her hanging tongue. The dark-haired vixen milf laughed as she swallowed the shot before beginning to lick his cock clean of its sweet, salty cream.
"you are my perfect woman now!!!"
Vikram moaned through exhaustion, his head falling back gently onto the ground.
Vikram lay there, feeling every taste bud on Sonarika's tongue trace across his beat-red cockhead. His cock never went fully flaccid, keeping the woman licking him for nearly a minute. Eventually, her tired tongue could swirl no more. After spitting his member out and giving the head a quick kiss, she crawled back on top of him, planting her ass on his stomach and caressing his cheeks.
"Do I have anything on my face?" she asked, a mask of white glaze coating her entire face.
"Just a bit" he panted, making her laugh.
They embraced in their sweaty mess as the pleasure chamber of the Madan Mahal Fort bared witness to another passionate bond formed beneath its wall after centuries!
BACK IN MUMBAI
Back at the Alumni Party.Dheeraj nudged Hemant playfully.
"Come on, Hemant. Everyone’s waiting. Sing something, will you?"
Hemant chuckled, brushing his salt-peppered hair back, hiding the weight of nostalgia behind his smile.
"Dheeraj , I haven't singed for quiet a decade now"
"Come on. Old habbits die hard. I know you got this!"
A guitar was passed to him—aged, worn, its wooden body bearing scratches like battle scars. He hadn’t touched one in years. The strings were stiff, foreign under his fingers, but slowly, like a long-lost friend remembered, his hands found the chords. The crowd around him softened their voices, leaning closer. Even Anuj and his fiancée paused mid-conversation, sensing something more than performance was about to unfold.
Hemant reached into his wallet. Nestled in a quiet corner of his heart was a photograph—Sonarika. Her gentle smile stared back at him from behind the plastic film. He pressed his lips to it without thought, as natural as breathing, before slipping it back.
Hemant chose the one song that has been close to his heart for a long time. Only this time , a different woman was on his mind. He imagined Sonarika's warm smile, her giggles, her glittering eyes as he started the song "Kitni Narmi Se" from the movie Dil Jo Bhi Kahey.
The moment his guitar strings started to move and emanated a simple tune. One by one each guest present there start to get silent. But then Hemant hummed the initial vocals of the song and the moment his voice came , the entire restaurant was captivated. Hemant was able to match the intensity and emotion that Sonu Nigam created with that song.
Soon the lyrics started flowing with Hemant's voice.
Kitni Narmi Se , Kitne Dheere Se,
Kitni Narmi Se , Kitne Dheere Se,
Dil Mein Aati Hain,
Dil Mein Aati Hain Dabe Paon Mohabbat Aur Phir,
Dhadkanon Mein Yeh Chupke Bolti Hain,
Rang Sa Zindagi Mein Gholti Hain,
Aakhon Aakhon Mein Jaise Bolti Hain,
Aakhon Aakhon Mein Jaise Bolti Hain,
Haule Se...........Dheere Se,
Kitni Narmi Se , Kitne Dheere Se.
Anuj's fiance leaned her head to his shoulder feeling the romantic ambience Hemant was creating with the song. Hemant felt serene singing the song while his mind pictured Sonarika in their home sitting listening to him sing. Hemant stringed his guitar imagining Karan and Sonarika listening to him sing. His heart fluttered with the memories of his family.
MEANWHILE IN JABALPUR
Back in Jabalpur, the walls of the fort could no longer hold them. Sonarika and Vikram drove in silence, their hands brushing on the gear shift. Their desire roared louder than words.
At Hotel Golden Dream, they barely made it to the suite. The door shut behind them, and clothes followed suit. She laughed once—nervous, breathless—before Vikram lifted her and carried her into the shower.
Water ran. Steam rose. And so did their heat.
Sonarika wrapped her arms around him and started kissing him passionately. The shower turned into a theatre of hunger. Vikram’s lips trailed down Sonarika’s wet skin, her gasps echoing off the tiles. She clung to him—not just out of lust, but out of confusion, desire, longing. The past dissolved between droplets of water and desperate kisses.
He whispered her name, again and again.
And she didn’t resist. Vikram soon turned Sonarika around and had her hold the pole. She bent over in front of him. The water fell down onto her back, rolling down over her ass. Vikram's wet body moved up close and he entered her. He began to fuck her slowly but it wasn't long before he was pounding his cock into her.
She gripped the pole and began screaming his name
"Ahhh!! Vicky! Don't Stop!!"
Their bodies together looked even more erotic with water cascading over them. The water was beating down on their lusting bodies. Last night, they were making love, now they were fucking. Vikram grabbed her hips, he was really giving it to her now. His ass clenched as he slid back and forth into her hot pussy.
Quickly, he slid out of her, and took one hand to force her down to her knees. He grabbed his cock and began stroking. She opened her mouth willingly. Vikram began to shoot his cum into her mouth and on her face. Sonarika had it all over her face and chin. Vikram smiled at her. A sight he loved cherishing in his memory , seeing her drenched in his fluids.
BACK IN MUMBAI
Tamanna arrived late, slightly flustered, her hair tousled from the commute. She paused just inside the restaurant. And there he was.
Hemant. Singing.
Phool Par Aur Jaise Girthi Hain,
Lehar Saahil Se Jaise Milti Hain,
His voice—soft, rich, heartbreakingly tender—pierced through the chatter in her mind. Her steps slowed. She sat at the edge of the gathering, folding her hands in her lap, tears already welling from places long buried. She imagined him beside her, singing to her.
Khushbu Jaise Fiza Mein Chaati Hain,
Dil Mein Aise Mohabbat Aati Hain,
Hemant sang with closed eyes, his voice echoing Sonu Nigam’s tone but carrying a weight entirely his own. Every word was chosen for her. Every note rang with love, ache, and a hidden fear. But in each of his vocals , he cherished his family. His lovely boy Karan playing in the garden of his dream house. While at the same time , his wife , his love , his Sonarika. Looking at him as he is singing his song.
People watched in reverence. Dheeraj had stopped joking. Anuj squeezed his fiancée’s hand. And Tamanna sat completely still, letting her imagination take her backward in time. While Hemant imagined the future that in his eyes were perfect , the dream house they always wanted. Karan holding onto Hemant and Sonarika's hands as they explore the lush green lawn. The morning sunlight highlighting the dews in the grass. Everything about it was perfect as tears formed in his eyes as the lyrics of the song continued.
Dhadkanon Mein Yeh Chupke Bolti Hain,
Rang Sa Zindagi Mein Gholti Hain,
Aakhon Aakhon Mein Jaise Bolti Hain,
Aakhon Aakhon Mein Jaise Bolti Hain,
Haule Se...........Dheere Se,
Kitni Narmi Se , Kitne Dheere Se.
BACK IN JABALPUR
Sonarika and Vikram tumbled onto the suite’s bed, the sheets soon a tangled mess of desire and water. It wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, intoxicating, damning.
She opened her legs for him as he got on top. She grabbed his cock and guided it into her, and it was beautiful. They looked at each other, then he finally put it in. Vikram was now inside Sonarika again. They have no idea how many times they did it today.
"Ahhhh!" she gasped as she stared into his eyes, slightly painful but mostly horny.
"You feel so fucking good, baby..." he said while she wrapped her legs around his body.
"AHH! AHH! MHMM!!" she moaned.
He thrusted his cock inside her hard, all while keeping it sensual and romantic. Then, he stepped it up a notch. He got both of her legs with one hand, then leaned down over her, folding her like a lawn chair.
"Vicky....you're killing me!!!!" she moaned.
Vikram was in complete dominance of Sonarika. He then turned her body around; again, she didn't hesitate to follow along at all. He continued to thrust his cock inside her with such power, while she was caught in a complete trance. The freshly showered water was replaced by newly created sweats in their bodies.
He then turned her body to get into a spooning position for a while, with one of her legs up in the air with her toes pointed in a stiff vertical position. He kept kissing her neck, ears, and cheeks from behind her. Her eyes were shut and her mouth wide open, almost drooling of pleasure. Then, he rubbed her clit slowly and softly. As he did, he worked his hands up to her nipples, while kissing her neck all at once. That's was the final nail on the coffin.
"AHHH!!!!! AHHHHH!!!! VICKY!!!!!!! AHHH!!!!!"
Sonarika yelled, rolling her eyes back as she reached her orgasm. Her body shook violently. She trembled as she tried to hold on to him, then the bedsheets. There were chills all over her body as she slowly starting moving her hand towards her pussy to feel the wetness.
She fell to the bed. She was defeated. As she gathered strength for a few minutes, he cuddled around and made-out with her in their beautiful afterglow.
"My god Vicky.....you are really going to put my pills to the test for the day!!!!"
Sonarika said, cutely giggling as she looked into his eyes in between kisses. She cuddled into him and lay her head on his chest and caressed it. She was slowly feeling weak from all the workout her body had for the day as she was drifting to sleep on his chest, but there was something still pending with Vikram; he was still hard as a rock.
He lightly kissed her neck, breasts, and caressed her legs with his rough hands.
"Mmm..." moaned Sonarika, half-asleep.
"I want more, babe," he said.
"Mmm...of course you do..." said Sonarika, still asleep.
He snuck in between her legs, missionary style, got his hard cock and glided it into Sonarika who was still dripping wet from their earlier round.
"Ahhhh!! MY GOD VICKY!!" moaned Sonarika.
She was still half-asleep. However, she wasn't saying 'no' to Vikram having her for the nth time for the day.
Vikram sensually fucked Sonarika, again, kissing and nibbling on her neck as he did. Vikram gradually started thrusting harder and harder as he put his fingers in Sonarika's mouth, to which she proceeded to suck on while she moaned uncontrollably. He had enough of the "love-making" and was now fucking her.
"Ah! Fuck!" he moaned loudly.
"AHHH!!! VICKY YOU'RE KILLING ME!!" she moaned, until the real magic finally happened.
Vikram came inside Sonarika. He didn't pull out. He didn't even try to. He left the cock in until he emptied it inside her body. All this while they embraced in another deep, beautiful kiss. It wasn't long before the cum ran out of Sonarika's body and onto the bed sheets.
She kept kissing and could not seem to get enough of him. He finally unlocked something in her that had been laid buried for a long time, and she seemed to enjoy it more than ever in her life. Vikram was very similar to Rocky right now , only difference is unlike Rocky , Vikram actually cares for her.
"Where have you been all of my life?"
Sonarika whispered to Vikram with her eyes closed and letting out more cute giggles in between their sensual kisses.
She caressed his hair, his face and looked into his eyes. Vikram traced his fingers along Sonarika’s spine as she lay half-asleep in his arms. She murmured something unintelligible, and he kissed her temple. Their affair, once reckless, now felt hauntingly tender. The storm had passed, but its scent lingered—on her skin, in his breath, in the way she didn’t pull away.
(CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)
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