03-08-2025, 09:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-08-2025, 09:09 PM by Haran000. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
A sleek, robotic drone with three propeller wings, a half-kilometer away, touched down silently on the terrace of a house, its crimson reflection visible in the red-hued sky. It came to a gentle stop on a pillar, right next to Shiva, who held a remote in his hand. He pressed a red button on one of the drone’s two legs, and with a soft “coo” sound, it powered down.
He picked up the now inert machine, placed it in a small adjacent room, and, closing the door, rushed down the stairs.
As Shiva descended downstairs, the engine of his BMW Z4 in the shed below roared to life on its own. The car backed out, turned to face the street, and waited.
Sindhu, in the kitchen, heard the engine and looked out, wondering why the car had started.
Just then, Shiva emerged from the stairwell, striding toward the main door.
"Where are you going?" Sindhu called out. "I'm making egg bajji."
"I'm going alone," he replied, not breaking his pace.
"Wait, eat and go. What's the hurry?"
"I'll eat when I get back, okay?" he said, his voice a little impatient. He slipped on his boat loafers, got into the car, and continued talking as the gate automatically opened. He sped off, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.
He turned right onto the main road, pressing the accelerator. The streetlights, just coming on, blurred into streaks of light on the car's window, a testament to his speed. He approached a U-turn and, seeing that traffic was light with only a few distant vehicles, he didn't slow down. He turned the steering wheel sharply, the car screeching to a halt and skidding to a stop right in front of a medical shop, just inches from a woman in a green saree.
Startled, she stepped back onto the footpath. Shiva's car, a two-seater convertible, opened its top, and he looked at her.
Geetha, her heart pounding, looked back nervously, then looked down, embarrassed by his intense gaze. She saw a mischievous, arrogant smile on his face, and her nervousness quickly turned to anger.
"Why do you scare me with your car like this every time?" she demanded.
He chuckled. "I didn't do it on purpose. I just wanted to stop right in front of you."
"Why do you have to stop in front of me? Stop somewhere else."
"Geetha..." Shiva's voice was low and serious. "Have you thought about what I asked you?"
‘He gets straight to the point. Doesn't he have any hesitation at all?’
Ignoring him, she looked around and started to walk away.
Shiva smiled and drove forward, keeping pace with her. "Hey... Geetha, I need an answer."
She turned her head, wrinkling her nose in annoyance. "What is there for me to answer? Didn't I tell you that day? You have no shame."
"I don't," he admitted. "But think about it one more time."
"No need. Bye." She quickened her pace.
"I need to talk to you."
"I don't want to."
"Give me an appointment for ten minutes. Just to talk."
She stopped. "I don't know what you're thinking, but give up on this idea."
"Geetha, I'm just asking for ten minutes. Get in the car."
Geetha looked ahead and saw an old man watching them. "That's enough. Why should I get in? Go away."
Shiva drove forward and opened the passenger door. It swung out, creating a small gate that blocked her path on the footpath. Annoyed, she looked at him.
"Won't you listen when I tell you? What is this? It's like you're chasing me in college."
"Get in, Geetha. Am I a stranger or something?"
She turned and started to walk back. Shiva closed the door, reversed the car, and once again opened the door, blocking her way.
Flustered, Geetha looked around. She felt everyone was watching them. "Shiva garu, everyone is watching us. Stop this."
"I don't need them. Please get in, Geetha garu."
"Go away. What is this nuisance?"
"Ha ha... If you agree to talk, this nuisance will stop in a second."
A man with glasses from the bus stop began to walk toward them, thinking Geetha was in trouble.
"Shiva, please go," she pleaded.
"No, I won't go at all. I'll only go if you come with me."
He was getting closer. Geetha, at a loss for what to do, nervously got into the car. The top closed, and Shiva pressed the accelerator, the car reaching a speed of seventy.
"You won't listen when I tell you. Why are you so stubborn?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Would you have come with me if I wasn't?"
He stopped the car at a signal.
"What do you want to talk to me about? It will be the same old talk as that day, right? I already told you. Even then, why do you have this hope for me?"
"Be quiet for a while, Geetha. I'll tell you."
After the signal turned green, he set the destination on the car's screen to the national laboratory where he worked.
Geetha sat in silence. Shiva drove the car without letting the speed drop below fifty, even in the city. She sat a little anxiously.
Fifteen minutes later, Geetha saw on the screen that they had reached the destination.
Shiva took a U-turn and drove through a large gate. The entire area looked like a small park, and there was no one there. The institution building was five stories high. He drove past it to the back and stopped the car.
The top opened, and both doors opened. Geetha got out and stood on the side. The place was deserted and silent, with two small outdoor lamps lit and moonlight in the sky.
As she was looking around, Geetha felt his warm hand on hers. He grabbed her right hand, pulled her closer, and hugged her. She was startled and scared.
He put his left hand around her waist and pulled her into hug. She started to tremble. As she squirmed, trying to get away, he squeezed her waist even more. A jolt went through her.
Unable to look up in shame, she became flustered and nervous. Shiva bent his neck and said drowsily, "Geetha..."
She recovered from the confusion and immediately tried to push him away with both hands. "Let go."
"Look at me once."
Without lifting her head, feeling shy, she said, "No, I won't. Let go. Why did you bring me here?"
"I wanted to talk to you."
"What about?"
"Look at me, and I'll tell you."
"No, I won't look."
Rubbing his nose next to her ear, he whispered, "Are you afraid that if you look, you'll fall for me again like that day?" He laughed softly.
"It's nothing like that. Let go. This is wrong. What if someone sees us?"
"What if they see us? This world forgets about gang r*pe news in ten days. Anyway, we came here so that no one would see us."
She struggled, twisting her hands at his elbows to push him away. Shiva laughed and let her go. She moved anxiously to the other side of the car.
"Phew. Why are you so scared, as if I'm r*ping you?"
"If you put your hands on me like this, I'll call the authorities."
He put his hand between the car seats, leaped toward her, and held her with his hands on the car doors on either side of her. Geetha was startled in surprise. With his face in front of hers, looking at her lips, he said, "Make the call."
She put both her fists on his chest to stop him from coming onto her. Swallowing the saliva in her throat, she said, "You're a famous scientist. If I tell the authorities now, your reputation will be ruined. Stop all this. Drop me off on my street."
Laughing loudly, he bent his neck forward and whispered in her ear, "Only babas and celebrities are famous in our country, Geetha, not scientists. Besides, only my name is known to everyone. Most people don't even know what I look like. Anyway, I don't care about all that. You tell me."
"What is there to tell? This won't work. Let's go back home..." she said, hiding her face sadly.
"If you just say yes, I have a house near Siddipet town. No one knows about it, not even Sindhu. We'll just spend one night and come back."
Saying this, he brought his two hands together and squeezed her waist. Geetha was leaning on the car door, stumbling, and moving back and forth uncomfortably.
"You said you wanted to talk, but what is this, Shiva garu? Let go."
He slowly pulled her saree pallu down with his trembling fingers and grabbed her milky waist fold with his four fingers. A wave of heat spread through Geetha.
"Mm..."
"Look at me, Geetha."
Geetha remained silent and trembled, huddled in his arms like a chick.
He held her chin with his right hand, lifted it, and looked at her. Geetha looked into his beautiful eyes with embarrassment.
As soon as their eyes met, he hugged her tightly with arrogance. Her body was squeezed into his embrace. He stroked her trembling lip with his thumb and stopped it. As he did that, his gaze was casting some kind of magic spell on her. She looked at him dizzily and stiffened like a doll.
He pushed the stray curls from her forehead behind her ears. "Tell me, what have you decided?"
"This is wrong, Shiva garu."
"I told you about rights and wrongs that day."
"I also told you my decision that day."
"Then why did you come with me now?"
"Did you let me escape?"
"If you didn't want to come with me so much, why didn't you retaliate when I was making a nuisance there?"
"You said just talking."
"Okay, let's talk."
"Let go."
"Okay, I'll let you go."
He let go. Geetha moved to the side. They both stood silently, breathing in the cool air from the trees, listening to the faint sound of vehicles moving in the distance.
"That day I told you about Krishna," Shiva said, breaking the silence that had settled between them.
"Hmm."
"You know about the Pandavas, right?"
"Yeah."
"Draupadi?"
"I know."
"The five Pandavas accepted Draupadi as their wife," Shiva continued, "and they each married other women separately."
"Hmm."
"Don't you think it was unfair to Draupadi, who was already married to them?"
"How?"
"While she was their wife, they took another person as a wife. In this way, they gave and received their love to two people.”
"Hmm."
"Do you know about the Toda tribe among the Adivasis?"
"Nope, I don't."
"In the Toda and Khasa tribes, if one man marries a girl, that girl is also considered a wife to his brothers."
"Same as what happened to Draupadi."
"Hmm... And in this Toda tribe, the wife lives with the brothers and gets pregnant."
Geetha was shocked. "What if there were five, like the Pandavas?"
Shiva chuckled. "Haha... Not five, even if there are eight, and the youngest of the eight is still a toddler, he is also this girl's husband."
"What kind of customs are these, even in this era? It's madness."
"That's wrong. We shouldn't look down on their customs like that. The reason is that these tribes have been living on this country's land since ancient times. It's not even known how long they've been in history. Their customs appear in the Mahabharata, so try to understand."
"Hmm."
"Do you know about the Bhil tribe?"
"No, anyway, why would I know all this?"
"Right. In this tribe, it's like this: 'sororate,' which means if the wife dies, they marry him to her sister. And 'levirate' means if the husband dies, his wife marries his younger brother."
"Is it really necessary to do that? Doesn't the wife want to be free?"
"Hmm, yes, but who will tell them? Besides, they won't stop following their customs and traditions because they only marry people within their own tribe, not outsiders."
"Hmm... but Shiva Garu, why are you telling me all this?"
"The writer (Haran000) is writing all this nonsensical stuff to give an update today."
"He's as crazy as you. Let's go home."
Suddenly, Shiva stood in front of her, his hands lifting her by the waist just like he had in the elevator that day. Geetha's feet dangled in the air as he locked his gaze with hers.
The world seemed to blur. In a split second, she was in a daze.
His eyes held a new, raw intensity, a lustful gaze that sent a shiver down her spine. Looking into them, Geetha began to fall into a trance, a strange pull that she couldn't resist.
"Shorty."
The word snapped her back to reality. It was a word Haran had used, and the memory of him flooded her mind.
That night, Haran's words came back to her.
Geetha: "I stopped you when you were telling me, tell me now."
Haran: "Oh... okay."
Geetha: "Hmm.”
Haran: "I'll lift you up by your waist; you're short, so your feet won't touch the ground."
Geetha: "Hmm..."
Haran: "Then I'll put my face in front of yours and look at your lips."
Shiva's gaze dropped, fixating on her trembling lips. The look in his eyes was both possessive and hungry.
Haran's words echoed in her imagination, a ghostly presence in this very real moment.
Haran: "You'll be shaking your legs to grab on."
Geetha's feet began to shake, her toes curling under the hem of her saree, searching for a purchase that wasn't there.
Haran: "Then your hair will fall on your face, and I'll push it back."
A stray tendril of hair fell across her flushed cheek. Shiva, with a deliberate slowness, pushed it back with his nose, stroking her cheek and neck with the softest of touches.
Haran: "Then you'll be afraid you'll fall down."
"Leave me," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.
Shiva ignored her, his grip firm. He moved to the left, leaning her against the car's trunk.
Haran: "I'll hold you like that and make you sit on a table next to me."
Geetha's breath hitched. "Ha..."
Haran: "I'll lean over you and kiss your cute forehead."
As if on cue, Shiva leaned in, his lips warm and soft against her forehead.
Geetha's mind was a whirlwind of Haran's promises and Shiva's actions. "Har..." she stammered, the name a ghost on her tongue.
After her forehead, he moved to the sensitive skin in front of her ear, a gentle, wet kiss that sent a jolt through her. Geetha's body began to melt, her resistance fading with each touch.
Haran: "I'll kiss your neck, which provides your sweet, cuckoo-like voice."
Shiva bent down, his lips trailing a path of fire down her neck. A wave of tingling heat washed over her, and she found her fingers gripping his hair. He pressed her hands against the trunk and bent down further, his kisses moving lower.
Haran: "It's not good to say more, my cuckoo."
The words brought her back, a sharp jolt to her senses. With a sudden surge of strength, she pulled him up by his hair, pushing him away.
"What happened, why did you stop?" he asked, his voice laced with a knowing smirk. "You're enjoying all this. Tell me, if you're okay, we can share each other's heat all night."
"Ha... Har..." she said, the name finally escaping her lips, a desperate plea for a different reality.
"Does 'ha' mean you agree?" he asked, leaning in to kiss her again.
Geetha pushed him away, a sudden, desperate strength in her hands. He stepped back, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.
"It's okay. You said no now, so it's okay; let's go home. I made my attempt. You cooperated a little, though."
"I didn't," she insisted, her voice trembling.
"Haha... okay, let's go."
The drive back was silent, the air thick with the unspoken tension of what had just happened.
He stopped the car where he had picked her up, a silent invitation for her to leave. As she stepped out, Shiva's phone rang.
"Yes, Sindhu, I'm coming; I'll be there in five minutes."
He cut the call.
"Why do you have this greed?" Geetha asked, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. "Don't you think about Sindhu Akka?"
"Did Shiva abandon Ganga just because Parvati was there and was being stubborn?" he replied with a sly grin.
Geetha couldn't help but laugh, a surprised, breathless sound.
"I'm not letting you go. You'll get caught another day."
"I'm not Ganga; I'm Geetha."
"Just like Sita crossed the Lakshmana Rekha, I'll wait for the day you, Geetha, cross your line."
"Watch out, bye..." she said, her tone curt, and hurried across the road without looking back.
‘Damn, why is all this happening to me? Gautam, I'm going crazy. One guy teases me with kiss-miss, and this scientist comes and says, I want to fuck you. Ugh, these men! Even if you make them the lord of the sky, they will still go to war for outer space.’
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To be continued……….
He picked up the now inert machine, placed it in a small adjacent room, and, closing the door, rushed down the stairs.
As Shiva descended downstairs, the engine of his BMW Z4 in the shed below roared to life on its own. The car backed out, turned to face the street, and waited.
Sindhu, in the kitchen, heard the engine and looked out, wondering why the car had started.
Just then, Shiva emerged from the stairwell, striding toward the main door.
"Where are you going?" Sindhu called out. "I'm making egg bajji."
"I'm going alone," he replied, not breaking his pace.
"Wait, eat and go. What's the hurry?"
"I'll eat when I get back, okay?" he said, his voice a little impatient. He slipped on his boat loafers, got into the car, and continued talking as the gate automatically opened. He sped off, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.
He turned right onto the main road, pressing the accelerator. The streetlights, just coming on, blurred into streaks of light on the car's window, a testament to his speed. He approached a U-turn and, seeing that traffic was light with only a few distant vehicles, he didn't slow down. He turned the steering wheel sharply, the car screeching to a halt and skidding to a stop right in front of a medical shop, just inches from a woman in a green saree.
Startled, she stepped back onto the footpath. Shiva's car, a two-seater convertible, opened its top, and he looked at her.
Geetha, her heart pounding, looked back nervously, then looked down, embarrassed by his intense gaze. She saw a mischievous, arrogant smile on his face, and her nervousness quickly turned to anger.
"Why do you scare me with your car like this every time?" she demanded.
He chuckled. "I didn't do it on purpose. I just wanted to stop right in front of you."
"Why do you have to stop in front of me? Stop somewhere else."
"Geetha..." Shiva's voice was low and serious. "Have you thought about what I asked you?"
‘He gets straight to the point. Doesn't he have any hesitation at all?’
Ignoring him, she looked around and started to walk away.
Shiva smiled and drove forward, keeping pace with her. "Hey... Geetha, I need an answer."
She turned her head, wrinkling her nose in annoyance. "What is there for me to answer? Didn't I tell you that day? You have no shame."
"I don't," he admitted. "But think about it one more time."
"No need. Bye." She quickened her pace.
"I need to talk to you."
"I don't want to."
"Give me an appointment for ten minutes. Just to talk."
She stopped. "I don't know what you're thinking, but give up on this idea."
"Geetha, I'm just asking for ten minutes. Get in the car."
Geetha looked ahead and saw an old man watching them. "That's enough. Why should I get in? Go away."
Shiva drove forward and opened the passenger door. It swung out, creating a small gate that blocked her path on the footpath. Annoyed, she looked at him.
"Won't you listen when I tell you? What is this? It's like you're chasing me in college."
"Get in, Geetha. Am I a stranger or something?"
She turned and started to walk back. Shiva closed the door, reversed the car, and once again opened the door, blocking her way.
Flustered, Geetha looked around. She felt everyone was watching them. "Shiva garu, everyone is watching us. Stop this."
"I don't need them. Please get in, Geetha garu."
"Go away. What is this nuisance?"
"Ha ha... If you agree to talk, this nuisance will stop in a second."
A man with glasses from the bus stop began to walk toward them, thinking Geetha was in trouble.
"Shiva, please go," she pleaded.
"No, I won't go at all. I'll only go if you come with me."
He was getting closer. Geetha, at a loss for what to do, nervously got into the car. The top closed, and Shiva pressed the accelerator, the car reaching a speed of seventy.
"You won't listen when I tell you. Why are you so stubborn?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Would you have come with me if I wasn't?"
He stopped the car at a signal.
"What do you want to talk to me about? It will be the same old talk as that day, right? I already told you. Even then, why do you have this hope for me?"
"Be quiet for a while, Geetha. I'll tell you."
After the signal turned green, he set the destination on the car's screen to the national laboratory where he worked.
Geetha sat in silence. Shiva drove the car without letting the speed drop below fifty, even in the city. She sat a little anxiously.
Fifteen minutes later, Geetha saw on the screen that they had reached the destination.
Shiva took a U-turn and drove through a large gate. The entire area looked like a small park, and there was no one there. The institution building was five stories high. He drove past it to the back and stopped the car.
The top opened, and both doors opened. Geetha got out and stood on the side. The place was deserted and silent, with two small outdoor lamps lit and moonlight in the sky.
As she was looking around, Geetha felt his warm hand on hers. He grabbed her right hand, pulled her closer, and hugged her. She was startled and scared.
He put his left hand around her waist and pulled her into hug. She started to tremble. As she squirmed, trying to get away, he squeezed her waist even more. A jolt went through her.
Unable to look up in shame, she became flustered and nervous. Shiva bent his neck and said drowsily, "Geetha..."
She recovered from the confusion and immediately tried to push him away with both hands. "Let go."
"Look at me once."
Without lifting her head, feeling shy, she said, "No, I won't. Let go. Why did you bring me here?"
"I wanted to talk to you."
"What about?"
"Look at me, and I'll tell you."
"No, I won't look."
Rubbing his nose next to her ear, he whispered, "Are you afraid that if you look, you'll fall for me again like that day?" He laughed softly.
"It's nothing like that. Let go. This is wrong. What if someone sees us?"
"What if they see us? This world forgets about gang r*pe news in ten days. Anyway, we came here so that no one would see us."
She struggled, twisting her hands at his elbows to push him away. Shiva laughed and let her go. She moved anxiously to the other side of the car.
"Phew. Why are you so scared, as if I'm r*ping you?"
"If you put your hands on me like this, I'll call the authorities."
He put his hand between the car seats, leaped toward her, and held her with his hands on the car doors on either side of her. Geetha was startled in surprise. With his face in front of hers, looking at her lips, he said, "Make the call."
She put both her fists on his chest to stop him from coming onto her. Swallowing the saliva in her throat, she said, "You're a famous scientist. If I tell the authorities now, your reputation will be ruined. Stop all this. Drop me off on my street."
Laughing loudly, he bent his neck forward and whispered in her ear, "Only babas and celebrities are famous in our country, Geetha, not scientists. Besides, only my name is known to everyone. Most people don't even know what I look like. Anyway, I don't care about all that. You tell me."
"What is there to tell? This won't work. Let's go back home..." she said, hiding her face sadly.
"If you just say yes, I have a house near Siddipet town. No one knows about it, not even Sindhu. We'll just spend one night and come back."
Saying this, he brought his two hands together and squeezed her waist. Geetha was leaning on the car door, stumbling, and moving back and forth uncomfortably.
"You said you wanted to talk, but what is this, Shiva garu? Let go."
He slowly pulled her saree pallu down with his trembling fingers and grabbed her milky waist fold with his four fingers. A wave of heat spread through Geetha.
"Mm..."
"Look at me, Geetha."
‘No, don't look.’
Geetha remained silent and trembled, huddled in his arms like a chick.
He held her chin with his right hand, lifted it, and looked at her. Geetha looked into his beautiful eyes with embarrassment.
As soon as their eyes met, he hugged her tightly with arrogance. Her body was squeezed into his embrace. He stroked her trembling lip with his thumb and stopped it. As he did that, his gaze was casting some kind of magic spell on her. She looked at him dizzily and stiffened like a doll.
He pushed the stray curls from her forehead behind her ears. "Tell me, what have you decided?"
"This is wrong, Shiva garu."
"I told you about rights and wrongs that day."
"I also told you my decision that day."
"Then why did you come with me now?"
"Did you let me escape?"
"If you didn't want to come with me so much, why didn't you retaliate when I was making a nuisance there?"
"You said just talking."
"Okay, let's talk."
"Let go."
"Okay, I'll let you go."
He let go. Geetha moved to the side. They both stood silently, breathing in the cool air from the trees, listening to the faint sound of vehicles moving in the distance.
"That day I told you about Krishna," Shiva said, breaking the silence that had settled between them.
"Hmm."
"You know about the Pandavas, right?"
"Yeah."
"Draupadi?"
"I know."
‘What is he going to say now?’
"The five Pandavas accepted Draupadi as their wife," Shiva continued, "and they each married other women separately."
"Hmm."
"Don't you think it was unfair to Draupadi, who was already married to them?"
"How?"
"While she was their wife, they took another person as a wife. In this way, they gave and received their love to two people.”
"Hmm."
"Do you know about the Toda tribe among the Adivasis?"
"Nope, I don't."
"In the Toda and Khasa tribes, if one man marries a girl, that girl is also considered a wife to his brothers."
"Same as what happened to Draupadi."
"Hmm... And in this Toda tribe, the wife lives with the brothers and gets pregnant."
Geetha was shocked. "What if there were five, like the Pandavas?"
Shiva chuckled. "Haha... Not five, even if there are eight, and the youngest of the eight is still a toddler, he is also this girl's husband."
"What kind of customs are these, even in this era? It's madness."
"That's wrong. We shouldn't look down on their customs like that. The reason is that these tribes have been living on this country's land since ancient times. It's not even known how long they've been in history. Their customs appear in the Mahabharata, so try to understand."
"Hmm."
"Do you know about the Bhil tribe?"
"No, anyway, why would I know all this?"
"Right. In this tribe, it's like this: 'sororate,' which means if the wife dies, they marry him to her sister. And 'levirate' means if the husband dies, his wife marries his younger brother."
"Is it really necessary to do that? Doesn't the wife want to be free?"
"Hmm, yes, but who will tell them? Besides, they won't stop following their customs and traditions because they only marry people within their own tribe, not outsiders."
"Hmm... but Shiva Garu, why are you telling me all this?"
"The writer (Haran000) is writing all this nonsensical stuff to give an update today."
"He's as crazy as you. Let's go home."
Suddenly, Shiva stood in front of her, his hands lifting her by the waist just like he had in the elevator that day. Geetha's feet dangled in the air as he locked his gaze with hers.
The world seemed to blur. In a split second, she was in a daze.
His eyes held a new, raw intensity, a lustful gaze that sent a shiver down her spine. Looking into them, Geetha began to fall into a trance, a strange pull that she couldn't resist.
"Shorty."
The word snapped her back to reality. It was a word Haran had used, and the memory of him flooded her mind.
That night, Haran's words came back to her.
Geetha: "I stopped you when you were telling me, tell me now."
Haran: "Oh... okay."
Geetha: "Hmm.”
Haran: "I'll lift you up by your waist; you're short, so your feet won't touch the ground."
Geetha: "Hmm..."
Haran: "Then I'll put my face in front of yours and look at your lips."
Shiva's gaze dropped, fixating on her trembling lips. The look in his eyes was both possessive and hungry.
Haran's words echoed in her imagination, a ghostly presence in this very real moment.
Haran: "You'll be shaking your legs to grab on."
Geetha's feet began to shake, her toes curling under the hem of her saree, searching for a purchase that wasn't there.
Haran: "Then your hair will fall on your face, and I'll push it back."
A stray tendril of hair fell across her flushed cheek. Shiva, with a deliberate slowness, pushed it back with his nose, stroking her cheek and neck with the softest of touches.
Haran: "Then you'll be afraid you'll fall down."
"Leave me," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.
Shiva ignored her, his grip firm. He moved to the left, leaning her against the car's trunk.
Haran: "I'll hold you like that and make you sit on a table next to me."
Geetha's breath hitched. "Ha..."
Haran: "I'll lean over you and kiss your cute forehead."
As if on cue, Shiva leaned in, his lips warm and soft against her forehead.
Geetha's mind was a whirlwind of Haran's promises and Shiva's actions. "Har..." she stammered, the name a ghost on her tongue.
After her forehead, he moved to the sensitive skin in front of her ear, a gentle, wet kiss that sent a jolt through her. Geetha's body began to melt, her resistance fading with each touch.
Haran: "I'll kiss your neck, which provides your sweet, cuckoo-like voice."
Shiva bent down, his lips trailing a path of fire down her neck. A wave of tingling heat washed over her, and she found her fingers gripping his hair. He pressed her hands against the trunk and bent down further, his kisses moving lower.
Haran: "It's not good to say more, my cuckoo."
The words brought her back, a sharp jolt to her senses. With a sudden surge of strength, she pulled him up by his hair, pushing him away.
"What happened, why did you stop?" he asked, his voice laced with a knowing smirk. "You're enjoying all this. Tell me, if you're okay, we can share each other's heat all night."
"Ha... Har..." she said, the name finally escaping her lips, a desperate plea for a different reality.
"Does 'ha' mean you agree?" he asked, leaning in to kiss her again.
Geetha pushed him away, a sudden, desperate strength in her hands. He stepped back, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.
"It's okay. You said no now, so it's okay; let's go home. I made my attempt. You cooperated a little, though."
"I didn't," she insisted, her voice trembling.
"Haha... okay, let's go."
The drive back was silent, the air thick with the unspoken tension of what had just happened.
He stopped the car where he had picked her up, a silent invitation for her to leave. As she stepped out, Shiva's phone rang.
"Yes, Sindhu, I'm coming; I'll be there in five minutes."
He cut the call.
"Why do you have this greed?" Geetha asked, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. "Don't you think about Sindhu Akka?"
"Did Shiva abandon Ganga just because Parvati was there and was being stubborn?" he replied with a sly grin.
Geetha couldn't help but laugh, a surprised, breathless sound.
"I'm not letting you go. You'll get caught another day."
"I'm not Ganga; I'm Geetha."
"Just like Sita crossed the Lakshmana Rekha, I'll wait for the day you, Geetha, cross your line."
"Watch out, bye..." she said, her tone curt, and hurried across the road without looking back.
‘Damn, why is all this happening to me? Gautam, I'm going crazy. One guy teases me with kiss-miss, and this scientist comes and says, I want to fuck you. Ugh, these men! Even if you make them the lord of the sky, they will still go to war for outer space.’
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To be continued……….
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