04-08-2025, 11:13 PM
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Bharath arrived home just as the day was winding down, settling into the familiar comfort of his shorts and a casual evening.
But the quiet was soon broken by the chime of his phone. It was an Instagram message from Chandana, an invitation to meet.
Her house was nearby, and the spontaneity of the request made him smile. He quickly traded his shorts for pants and a blue half-shirt, the simple act of changing feeling like a small preparation for an unexpected adventure.
When he reached her street, he spotted it instantly. A sturdy, two-story house with a tall compound wall that gave it a sense of quiet elegance. He stood for a moment, taking it all in, waiting.
A voice from above broke the silence. "Bharath, over here!"
He looked up to the balcony to see Chandana, her grey T-shirt and striped pajamas a stark contrast to his own more dressed-up attire.
he waved, and he waved back, a silent exchange that was broken by her voice again. "Wait, I'm coming down."
As he watched her descend the stairs, a silent show began for his eyes. With each step she took, the natural jiggles beneath her thin T-shirt was an undeniable distraction, a tantalizing glimpse that vanished as she reached the bottom.
He refocused, and a moment later, the gate opened. He walked in, and she closed the gate behind him, a smile on her face. "Let's go upstairs," she said, her voice a soft suggestion.
"Do you live upstairs?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his tone.
Without a word, she took his hand, her touch surprisingly warm, and led him toward the stairs. "My parents live downstairs, and my sister and I live upstairs. Come on." She answered his unspoken question, and a different kind of warmth spread through him at her touch.
"Oh... so you have separate rooms?" he asked, trying to sound casual as they continued up the stairs.
"Yeah, that's right. Come on, I'll show you now," she said, pulling him forward with a playful tug.
As they climbed, she filled the air with details.
"Mom and Dad aren't here today, they went out for some work. It's just my sister and me. My sister called Harish, and he said he went with Anil sir to buy something for the house."
Bharath nodded, the information about Harish a familiar echo from an earlier conversation.
"Yeah, he told me too. They're buying a new TV. He asked me to come, but I didn't feel like it."
They reached the top of the stairs and stepped into a space that was both expansive and welcoming. The large, marble-floored hall was bright and comfortable, with a TV, a small couch, and two tables. Soundbars flanked the TV, and two large windows filled the space with light. "Chandu, your house is awesome," he said, genuinely impressed.
"Hmm... My dad built it when we were kids," she replied, her voice soft with a touch of pride.
He noticed two rooms, one on the right and one on the left. Just then, a girl emerged from the left room. She was wearing a green dress that looked exactly like Chandana's.
"Hi Bharath," she said, her voice polite but distant. It was Chandana's sister, Vandana. He returned the greeting with a simple "Hi..." and watched as she went downstairs, seemingly preoccupied.
"Come, let's go to my room," Chandana said, pulling him from his thoughts. He nodded, and she took his hand again, leading him to her room.
Inside, she gestured for him to sit on the bed, pulling a stool close so she could sit directly in front of him. "Did you write your exams well?" she asked, her voice gentle and her gaze steady.
"Yes, you?" he replied.
"Yeah, I wrote them. My sister said there was cheating at your center?" The question was direct, a shift in their conversation's easy flow.
"Yeah," he confirmed.
"Did you do it?" she pressed.
"No, it happened in two other rooms, not ours."
As they talked, Bharath's hands began to rub together, a small sign of his growing nervousness. Chandana noticed immediately.
"Hey, what's wrong? Are you nervous?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.
"Nothing," he replied, but she wasn't convinced. "Don't you feel comfortable talking to me? You're always lost in thought."
He tried to brush it off again. "It's nothing. I'm fine."
She changed the subject, trying to ease the tension. "A while back, you mentioned a shuttle tournament after exams. What happened with that?"
The question was a lifeline, and he grabbed it.
"Yeah, I'm paying the fee for it tomorrow."
"I'll come with you to watch," she said, her smile returning.
He tried to dissuade her, explaining it was just practice.
"What's there to watch? It's just practice. You can come when there are matches."
"They have it for girls too. I don't know how to play, but I'll come and watch," she insisted.
He repeated, "There's nothing to see there," his voice a gentle protest.
Then, everything changed. Chandana rose from the stool, came closer, and sat on the bed next to him. She moved with an easy grace, settling into his lap, her hands resting on his shoulders.
He was surprised, frozen in place. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, and a sudden, unexpected warmth radiated between them.
The scent of her hair—a sweet, subtle spray—intoxicated him. Unsure of what to do, his hands found their way to her waist, holding her gently.
This wasn't his first time holding a girl, but for Chandana, it was a new experience. She hid her face in the crook of his neck, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Bharath..." she called softly, her voice a sweet whisper.
"Get up, Chandu," he said, the words barely audible.
She lifted her head, her hair a curtain falling over his face. He blinked and found himself looking directly into her eyes, which were wide with a mix of shyness and something more.
"Chandu, get up," he repeated, his voice a little firmer this time.
With a mischievous smile, she leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead.
"Get up, you," he insisted, a smile of his own tugging at his lips.
She ignored him, her gaze playful. "Hey, why did you pinch my waist that day?"
The question caught him off guard. "I felt like it," he replied, a laugh escaping his lips.
"It feels nice when you pinch me," she said, her voice a soft purr. "Hmm..." he laughed, his own shyness melting away.
"Hey, don't I look cute?" she asked, her gaze steady.
"You do."
"Then why don't you look at me properly? You never look at any girl in class. Why are you so innocent?"
He laughed again, the tension from earlier completely gone. "Because I am innocent."
She feigned a look of surprise. "Liar!..." she said, her voice teasing.
"Haha... So it is..." he replied, holding her waist and pulling her closer.
She held his neck, stopping him. "Hey.... innocent people don't do this."
"Then what do they do?" he challenged, his voice low.
"Thief.... so it was all an act."
"Okay, fine, but you get off me first."
She ignored him again, bending her head and bringing her lips tantalizingly close to his. But before she could close the distance, he gently grabbed her hair, pulling her back just enough to stop her.
"My sister and Harish kissed, so let's kiss too," she said, a childlike logic in her voice.
"No, Chandu."
"Why not? Don't you like me?"
"You're not over 18. It would be underage content," he said, trying to be serious.
"Then did my sister and Harish get it?"
"That's just one line, but if we do it, it won't be like that, it will be paragraphs."
"Oh, stop all that talk. Let's kiss, it's our first kiss. My sister won't call, my parents aren't here. It's your choice."
He gave in just a little, giving her a quick, mischievous kiss on the chin. Her body shivered and trembled at the touch of his lips, and she clutched his T-shirt, her knuckles white. A thought flashed through his mind: he had to stop himself, to not let this go any further.
He pulled back slightly. "That's enough, Chandu."
"Really, you don't want to? Why not?" she asked, her voice a mixture of disappointment and confusion.
"There's still time. We can't kiss right now."
"Nothing will happen if we kiss."
"True, but I don't like taking that chance."
"You're so stubborn... so stubborn. Do you know how shy I am? And still, when I ask, you do this. Ugh, you're useless."
He stood his ground. "No."
"Women are more emotionally mature than men. Nothing will happen if you think like that," she argued, but he was firm.
She pushed her neck forward in a silent challenge, and he kissed her neck instead.
A soft "Mmmmm..." escaped her lips as she trembled.
He began to shower her neck with small, gentle kisses, and she responded by clutching his T-shirt and holding on to his shoulder.
"Do you know what Geetha miss said?" he asked, his voice a low whisper against her skin.
"What?"
"She said we should study well and do something to earn well first..." he said, punctuating the sentence with a kiss to her throat.
"Ahh... what else?" she gasped, her voice thick with desire.
He stopped, pulling back to look at her. "That's enough, I'm leaving."
She looked at him, her eyes wide with disappointment. "Already?" she asked.
"You're so naughty, you have no shame."
"I don't have no shame, you're just innocent," she retorted, a playful smile on her face.
Then, she grabbed his hand and pulled. He fell beside her on the bed, and she threw a leg over him, pulling the blanket over them both. "Hey, what are you doing?" he asked, surprised.
"Be quiet," she whispered, her voice a conspiratorial secret. "Quiet?"
She turned off the lights, and in the sudden darkness, she moved with a newfound confidence, getting on top of him, her legs on either side of his waist. She took off his T-shirt, and through her tshirt, he could see the faint outline of her small nipples. A surge of excitement, a feeling he hadn't known before, rushed through him.
She pulled the blanket over their heads, creating a small, private world, and hugged him tight.
Inside the blanket, his hands found their way to her back, holding her close. The warmth of his hands against her cool, sweaty skin made her melt against him.
"Ahh... Dad will call before he comes. Let's stay like this until then. You can go home after that," she whispered, her face buried in his neck.
"Okay..." he replied, his voice muffled, as he settled in, his face buried in her neck, lost in the new, intoxicating feeling of her presence.
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Shiva came home. The car, as if sensing his unease, quietly parked itself and the automatic gate locked with a soft click.
Inside, a familiar tension hung in the air. Sindhu sat on the sofa, a fortress of silent anger, ignoring the TV while she ate egg bajjis dipped in ginger chutney.
Slipping off his shoes, Shiva tiptoed toward her, a practiced smile on his face. He sat beside her just as she was about to take a bite. Playfully, he reached for the bajji in her hand, but before he could, she slapped him with it. The ginger chutney splattered across his cheek.
"I came home early, you stupid girl," he said, trying to diffuse the situation.
"You left without telling me where you were going," she replied, her voice low and tight. "And I made these because you asked me to."
He gently turned her face toward him, his thumb wiping away a stray tear. "Hey, what's with these tears? Are you angry?"
"I know it was urgent, but why did you have to go when you knew?" she asked, her voice cracking. "Couldn't it have waited?"
"That's why I came back so quickly," he said, pulling her close. "And I told you to forget about it. It's not your fault."
"I know you were sad too," she said, her head resting on his shoulder.
"It's okay. It happens to ten out of a hundred people," he reassured her. "I'm sorry I left like that."
Sindhu didn't reply, she just cried, falling into his embrace.
"Are you upset, my Chandamama (moon)?" he whispered, using lovely nick name for her.
"Your smile is like moonlight, my love. You're the Lakshmi of my home, waiting for me. How can I live without you? I've come back, my sweetheart."
She pressed a finger to his lips, her cheeks blushing. "That's enough, stop your poetry."
"Then don't cry," he said, his voice soft. "So what if it didn't work out this time? You'll get pregnant next time."
"I know how happy you were when I told you," she said, her voice full of sorrow.
"Let's call it a second chance. Don't be sad. This time we'll stay in bed for ten days and do nothing else."
"Ugh, you're a crazy person, a beast, not a human," she said, pulling away and laughing as she slapped his cheek.
"You're smearing chutney on my face, you clumsy girl," he said, wiping his face with the end of her saree.
She sat silently, watching him. He gently wiped her tears with the same saree edge, his hand lingering on her neck.
"How do I tell Mom and Dad?" she asked, her voice a whisper.
"Don't overthink it," he said, his voice firm. "I'll tell them."
"Hmm..." she replied, leaning into his touch.
He smiled, his gaze fixed on her neck.
"Hey, eat something first," she said, trying to lighten the mood. "Aren't you hungry?"
"Yes," he said, stroking her neck. "Looking at these two precious, full meats makes me so hungry I want to bite and eat them."
"What about the bajjis I made?" she asked, a playful glint in her eyes.
"We'll have those later," he said, his voice a low growl. "First, feed me this bajjees."
She bent down, kissed his forehead, and whispered in his ear, "You eat them yourself, Mukundha (Krishna)..." she said, her voice full of love.
He unhooked the four buttons of her blouse and pulled her toward him, his mouth on her skin. She closed her eyes, a moan escaping her lips as he sucked on her meaty cheesy apples.
"Mmm... let's go to our village for Sai's wedding," she said, her voice breathless. "We can get ready again like it's our wedding night..."
"Ha... great idea," he said, biting her left nipple.
"Aah..." she moaned, climbing on top of him.
He continued to kiss and lick her boobs until she finally said, "That's enough."
"Okay, whatever you want," he said, his voice full of satisfaction.
"Wait, I'll get some for you too and feed you," she said, her voice full of a renewed sense of love and care.
"Oh, a minute ago you were angry, and now you want to feed me," he said, a playful smile on his face.
"Well, that's what you do, you work your magic..." she said, kissing his chin, buttoning her blouse, and getting up.
"Anyway, you said you didn't have any work today, so why did you go out so urgently?" she asked, a frown on her face.
"Oh, that?" he said, his voice casual. "I had the lab keys with me, so I went to give them to someone who needed them and came right back."
"Hmm, yes, your lab keys are more important than your wife's sadness," she said, a hint of bitterness in her voice.
"I said I was sorry, so why are you still saying that?" he asked, his voice full of genuine remorse.
"Okay, never mind," she said, her voice soft.
She went to the kitchen and returned with bajjis for Shiva. She fed him like a small child, and as he ate, she kissed his lips and licked off the chutney.
After he finished, he took her hand and licked the chutney off each of Sindhu’s fingers.
Then he picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, and sat her on the bed. He lay down beside her, his legs over hers, and pulled her down to lie beside him. He kissed her on the forehead and said, "I love you."
"Hey, you'll get a beating," she said, her cheeks flushing. "What's with the 'I love you'? Do you have to tell me? You're crazy..."
For a while, they both lay there, holding hands, lost in a comfortable silence.
"You go to sleep," he said, "I'll talk to your parents."
"Stay here," she said, her voice a soft whisper.
"No, I'll talk to them," he said, his voice firm. "You go to sleep."
"Hmm," she replied, her eyes closing.
After Sindhu closed her eyes, Shiva changed out of his clothes and put on his night pants. He was about to leave the bedroom when his phone rang. It was Gautam.
"Hey, Gautam, what's up bro?" he said, his voice a low whisper.
"Shiva, I need a favor," Gautam said. "Bharat, a student from Geetha's college who comes for tuition, apparently Geetha told him she would bring him to Canada. I wanted to tell him no, but since Geetha already insisted, I held back."
"Oh, I see..." Shiva said, his mind already working.
"They've taken care of the passport work," Gautam said. "I'm calling you about the consultancy."
"Why didn't you talk to Iliyas Bhai yourself?" Shiva asked, his voice full of curiosity.
"I think it's better if you talk to him," Gautam said. "Tell Iliyas after 10 AM tomorrow that they need it this month itself."
"Okay, I'll take care of it," Shiva said.
"I'll tell Bharat, he'll give you all the details," Gautam said. "He'll come whenever you tell him to."
"I know that Bharath guy too," Shiva said. "I'll talk to him."
"Okay, we'll meet when I come back," Gautam said.
"You're coming to Sai's wedding, right?" Shiva asked, a hint of excitement in his voice.
"We'll see," Gautam said, his voice a low growl.
"What do you mean, 'we'll see'?" Shiva asked, his voice full of frustration. "Come on anna, we haven't met in a long time. Even if it's just for one day."
"I'll let you know in two days," Gautam said.
"Okay anna," Shiva said, his voice full of disappointment.
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Geetha sat on her bed, her legs tucked under her, a familiar post-meal lethargy settling in. She was waiting for Gautham’s call. As she closed her eyes, a wave of confusion washed over her.
She couldn’t shake the memory of Shiva’s touch, and the thought that she hadn’t stopped him. Even more perplexing was the sudden image of Haran that had flickered in her mind at that moment. She was surprised at her own reactions.
Shiva's warmth still lingered on her skin, but it was another memory that brought a genuine smile to her face—Bharat's kisses.
Being with him again after two weeks was a comfort she hadn’t realized she’d been missing. She replayed his words in her mind, his actions, the new desires he had awakened in her. He had brought about a change within her that she was only just beginning to understand. Yet, Shiva's face intruded again, and she was left to wonder why she had so easily given in to his advances, both at the hotel and today.
Just then, her phone rang, and the screen flashed Gautham's name. A smile instantly replaced her thoughtful frown. "Darling," he said, his voice a balm to her troubled mind.
"Hmm," she hummed, leaning back against the pillow she had propped against the headboard.
"Should I come for the wedding?"
"Yes, why wouldn't you? Even if it's not for the wedding, please come for me," she replied, her voice soft and full of longing.
"My love, I'll come for the wedding. Then, after you and Bharath come to Canada, we'll all three go back to India. I'll stay until your birthday and then leave. What do you say, is that okay?"
"That's wonderful!"
"Right? Listen, after you and Bharat arrive, we'll visit some places in Canada, like the Niagara Falls."
"Yes, I really want to see Niagara Falls."
"Yeah, I've never seen it either. Since you're bringing Bharat along, he'll enjoy it too."
"Yes, he will.”
"Can I tell you something?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone.
"Yeah..."
"I just found out something. I told you about my boss here, Evelyn, right?"
"Uh-huh..."
"I told her you were coming. She's offering us her private farmhouse for a night."
"Wow, you've become very close to her, haven't you?" she said with a teasing laugh.
"You silly girl, I know what you're implying."
"That's exactly what I meant."
"Hey, it's not like that. It's just that she's a little close to me, that's all."
"Okay, sure."
"Hey, just listen to what I'm saying first."
"Hmm, I'm listening."
"I'll make some good arrangements. We can stay there for night, just the two of us."
"Why?" she asked shyly, her heart fluttering.
"It will be amazing. No one will be there. It's surrounded by jungle, with a river nearby. A cool, serene place, just us two. We can do whatever we want all night."
"Really? We can do whatever we want?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Hmm..."
"Oh, I feel like coming right now."
"Me too, darling. Just imagine, in the darkness, by candlelight, you and I on the banks of that river, hugging and me kissing you..."
"Oh, my husband is getting a lot of desires," she teased, her shyness melting into playful affection.
"Shouldn't I?"
"If you have desires, so do I."
"Haha..."
"But darling, we forgot about Bharat."
"He can stay in the apartment for one night. We'll tell him something."
"He'll understand."
"You said he's a kid...?"
"Hey... that's enough," she said, a new warmth coloring her cheeks.
"Haha... Okay, it's getting late. I have to go."
"One minute," she said, not wanting the call to end.
"Yes, tell me."
"Love you..." she breathed into the phone, pressing a kiss against the speaker.
"Love you too. I'll get going. I'll call you when I can. Good night."
"Hmm, bye." She hung up, her mind now filled with images of candlelight and cool air, the memory of her confusion replaced by the promise of a secluded night with Gautham.
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To be continued…………
But the quiet was soon broken by the chime of his phone. It was an Instagram message from Chandana, an invitation to meet.
Her house was nearby, and the spontaneity of the request made him smile. He quickly traded his shorts for pants and a blue half-shirt, the simple act of changing feeling like a small preparation for an unexpected adventure.
When he reached her street, he spotted it instantly. A sturdy, two-story house with a tall compound wall that gave it a sense of quiet elegance. He stood for a moment, taking it all in, waiting.
A voice from above broke the silence. "Bharath, over here!"
He looked up to the balcony to see Chandana, her grey T-shirt and striped pajamas a stark contrast to his own more dressed-up attire.
he waved, and he waved back, a silent exchange that was broken by her voice again. "Wait, I'm coming down."
As he watched her descend the stairs, a silent show began for his eyes. With each step she took, the natural jiggles beneath her thin T-shirt was an undeniable distraction, a tantalizing glimpse that vanished as she reached the bottom.
He refocused, and a moment later, the gate opened. He walked in, and she closed the gate behind him, a smile on her face. "Let's go upstairs," she said, her voice a soft suggestion.
"Do you live upstairs?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his tone.
Without a word, she took his hand, her touch surprisingly warm, and led him toward the stairs. "My parents live downstairs, and my sister and I live upstairs. Come on." She answered his unspoken question, and a different kind of warmth spread through him at her touch.
"Oh... so you have separate rooms?" he asked, trying to sound casual as they continued up the stairs.
"Yeah, that's right. Come on, I'll show you now," she said, pulling him forward with a playful tug.
As they climbed, she filled the air with details.
"Mom and Dad aren't here today, they went out for some work. It's just my sister and me. My sister called Harish, and he said he went with Anil sir to buy something for the house."
Bharath nodded, the information about Harish a familiar echo from an earlier conversation.
"Yeah, he told me too. They're buying a new TV. He asked me to come, but I didn't feel like it."
They reached the top of the stairs and stepped into a space that was both expansive and welcoming. The large, marble-floored hall was bright and comfortable, with a TV, a small couch, and two tables. Soundbars flanked the TV, and two large windows filled the space with light. "Chandu, your house is awesome," he said, genuinely impressed.
"Hmm... My dad built it when we were kids," she replied, her voice soft with a touch of pride.
He noticed two rooms, one on the right and one on the left. Just then, a girl emerged from the left room. She was wearing a green dress that looked exactly like Chandana's.
"Hi Bharath," she said, her voice polite but distant. It was Chandana's sister, Vandana. He returned the greeting with a simple "Hi..." and watched as she went downstairs, seemingly preoccupied.
"Come, let's go to my room," Chandana said, pulling him from his thoughts. He nodded, and she took his hand again, leading him to her room.
Inside, she gestured for him to sit on the bed, pulling a stool close so she could sit directly in front of him. "Did you write your exams well?" she asked, her voice gentle and her gaze steady.
"Yes, you?" he replied.
"Yeah, I wrote them. My sister said there was cheating at your center?" The question was direct, a shift in their conversation's easy flow.
"Yeah," he confirmed.
"Did you do it?" she pressed.
"No, it happened in two other rooms, not ours."
As they talked, Bharath's hands began to rub together, a small sign of his growing nervousness. Chandana noticed immediately.
"Hey, what's wrong? Are you nervous?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.
"Nothing," he replied, but she wasn't convinced. "Don't you feel comfortable talking to me? You're always lost in thought."
He tried to brush it off again. "It's nothing. I'm fine."
She changed the subject, trying to ease the tension. "A while back, you mentioned a shuttle tournament after exams. What happened with that?"
The question was a lifeline, and he grabbed it.
"Yeah, I'm paying the fee for it tomorrow."
"I'll come with you to watch," she said, her smile returning.
He tried to dissuade her, explaining it was just practice.
"What's there to watch? It's just practice. You can come when there are matches."
"They have it for girls too. I don't know how to play, but I'll come and watch," she insisted.
He repeated, "There's nothing to see there," his voice a gentle protest.
Then, everything changed. Chandana rose from the stool, came closer, and sat on the bed next to him. She moved with an easy grace, settling into his lap, her hands resting on his shoulders.
He was surprised, frozen in place. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, and a sudden, unexpected warmth radiated between them.
The scent of her hair—a sweet, subtle spray—intoxicated him. Unsure of what to do, his hands found their way to her waist, holding her gently.
This wasn't his first time holding a girl, but for Chandana, it was a new experience. She hid her face in the crook of his neck, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Bharath..." she called softly, her voice a sweet whisper.
"Get up, Chandu," he said, the words barely audible.
She lifted her head, her hair a curtain falling over his face. He blinked and found himself looking directly into her eyes, which were wide with a mix of shyness and something more.
"Chandu, get up," he repeated, his voice a little firmer this time.
With a mischievous smile, she leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead.
"Get up, you," he insisted, a smile of his own tugging at his lips.
She ignored him, her gaze playful. "Hey, why did you pinch my waist that day?"
The question caught him off guard. "I felt like it," he replied, a laugh escaping his lips.
"It feels nice when you pinch me," she said, her voice a soft purr. "Hmm..." he laughed, his own shyness melting away.
"Hey, don't I look cute?" she asked, her gaze steady.
"You do."
"Then why don't you look at me properly? You never look at any girl in class. Why are you so innocent?"
He laughed again, the tension from earlier completely gone. "Because I am innocent."
She feigned a look of surprise. "Liar!..." she said, her voice teasing.
"Haha... So it is..." he replied, holding her waist and pulling her closer.
She held his neck, stopping him. "Hey.... innocent people don't do this."
"Then what do they do?" he challenged, his voice low.
"Thief.... so it was all an act."
"Okay, fine, but you get off me first."
She ignored him again, bending her head and bringing her lips tantalizingly close to his. But before she could close the distance, he gently grabbed her hair, pulling her back just enough to stop her.
"My sister and Harish kissed, so let's kiss too," she said, a childlike logic in her voice.
"No, Chandu."
"Why not? Don't you like me?"
"You're not over 18. It would be underage content," he said, trying to be serious.
"Then did my sister and Harish get it?"
"That's just one line, but if we do it, it won't be like that, it will be paragraphs."
"Oh, stop all that talk. Let's kiss, it's our first kiss. My sister won't call, my parents aren't here. It's your choice."
He gave in just a little, giving her a quick, mischievous kiss on the chin. Her body shivered and trembled at the touch of his lips, and she clutched his T-shirt, her knuckles white. A thought flashed through his mind: he had to stop himself, to not let this go any further.
‘No, I have to stop myself,
or else I might eat Chandana's lips
just like I did with Geetha miss.’
He pulled back slightly. "That's enough, Chandu."
"Really, you don't want to? Why not?" she asked, her voice a mixture of disappointment and confusion.
"There's still time. We can't kiss right now."
"Nothing will happen if we kiss."
"True, but I don't like taking that chance."
"You're so stubborn... so stubborn. Do you know how shy I am? And still, when I ask, you do this. Ugh, you're useless."
He stood his ground. "No."
"Women are more emotionally mature than men. Nothing will happen if you think like that," she argued, but he was firm.
She pushed her neck forward in a silent challenge, and he kissed her neck instead.
A soft "Mmmmm..." escaped her lips as she trembled.
He began to shower her neck with small, gentle kisses, and she responded by clutching his T-shirt and holding on to his shoulder.
"Do you know what Geetha miss said?" he asked, his voice a low whisper against her skin.
"What?"
"She said we should study well and do something to earn well first..." he said, punctuating the sentence with a kiss to her throat.
"Ahh... what else?" she gasped, her voice thick with desire.
He stopped, pulling back to look at her. "That's enough, I'm leaving."
She looked at him, her eyes wide with disappointment. "Already?" she asked.
"You're so naughty, you have no shame."
"I don't have no shame, you're just innocent," she retorted, a playful smile on her face.
Then, she grabbed his hand and pulled. He fell beside her on the bed, and she threw a leg over him, pulling the blanket over them both. "Hey, what are you doing?" he asked, surprised.
"Be quiet," she whispered, her voice a conspiratorial secret. "Quiet?"
She turned off the lights, and in the sudden darkness, she moved with a newfound confidence, getting on top of him, her legs on either side of his waist. She took off his T-shirt, and through her tshirt, he could see the faint outline of her small nipples. A surge of excitement, a feeling he hadn't known before, rushed through him.
She pulled the blanket over their heads, creating a small, private world, and hugged him tight.
Inside the blanket, his hands found their way to her back, holding her close. The warmth of his hands against her cool, sweaty skin made her melt against him.
"Ahh... Dad will call before he comes. Let's stay like this until then. You can go home after that," she whispered, her face buried in his neck.
"Okay..." he replied, his voice muffled, as he settled in, his face buried in her neck, lost in the new, intoxicating feeling of her presence.
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Shiva came home. The car, as if sensing his unease, quietly parked itself and the automatic gate locked with a soft click.
Inside, a familiar tension hung in the air. Sindhu sat on the sofa, a fortress of silent anger, ignoring the TV while she ate egg bajjis dipped in ginger chutney.
Slipping off his shoes, Shiva tiptoed toward her, a practiced smile on his face. He sat beside her just as she was about to take a bite. Playfully, he reached for the bajji in her hand, but before he could, she slapped him with it. The ginger chutney splattered across his cheek.
"I came home early, you stupid girl," he said, trying to diffuse the situation.
"You left without telling me where you were going," she replied, her voice low and tight. "And I made these because you asked me to."
He gently turned her face toward him, his thumb wiping away a stray tear. "Hey, what's with these tears? Are you angry?"
"I know it was urgent, but why did you have to go when you knew?" she asked, her voice cracking. "Couldn't it have waited?"
"That's why I came back so quickly," he said, pulling her close. "And I told you to forget about it. It's not your fault."
"I know you were sad too," she said, her head resting on his shoulder.
"It's okay. It happens to ten out of a hundred people," he reassured her. "I'm sorry I left like that."
Sindhu didn't reply, she just cried, falling into his embrace.
"Are you upset, my Chandamama (moon)?" he whispered, using lovely nick name for her.
"Your smile is like moonlight, my love. You're the Lakshmi of my home, waiting for me. How can I live without you? I've come back, my sweetheart."
She pressed a finger to his lips, her cheeks blushing. "That's enough, stop your poetry."
"Then don't cry," he said, his voice soft. "So what if it didn't work out this time? You'll get pregnant next time."
"I know how happy you were when I told you," she said, her voice full of sorrow.
"Let's call it a second chance. Don't be sad. This time we'll stay in bed for ten days and do nothing else."
"Ugh, you're a crazy person, a beast, not a human," she said, pulling away and laughing as she slapped his cheek.
"You're smearing chutney on my face, you clumsy girl," he said, wiping his face with the end of her saree.
She sat silently, watching him. He gently wiped her tears with the same saree edge, his hand lingering on her neck.
"How do I tell Mom and Dad?" she asked, her voice a whisper.
"Don't overthink it," he said, his voice firm. "I'll tell them."
"Hmm..." she replied, leaning into his touch.
He smiled, his gaze fixed on her neck.
"Hey, eat something first," she said, trying to lighten the mood. "Aren't you hungry?"
"Yes," he said, stroking her neck. "Looking at these two precious, full meats makes me so hungry I want to bite and eat them."
"What about the bajjis I made?" she asked, a playful glint in her eyes.
"We'll have those later," he said, his voice a low growl. "First, feed me this bajjees."
She bent down, kissed his forehead, and whispered in his ear, "You eat them yourself, Mukundha (Krishna)..." she said, her voice full of love.
He unhooked the four buttons of her blouse and pulled her toward him, his mouth on her skin. She closed her eyes, a moan escaping her lips as he sucked on her meaty cheesy apples.
"Mmm... let's go to our village for Sai's wedding," she said, her voice breathless. "We can get ready again like it's our wedding night..."
"Ha... great idea," he said, biting her left nipple.
"Aah..." she moaned, climbing on top of him.
He continued to kiss and lick her boobs until she finally said, "That's enough."
"Okay, whatever you want," he said, his voice full of satisfaction.
"Wait, I'll get some for you too and feed you," she said, her voice full of a renewed sense of love and care.
"Oh, a minute ago you were angry, and now you want to feed me," he said, a playful smile on his face.
"Well, that's what you do, you work your magic..." she said, kissing his chin, buttoning her blouse, and getting up.
"Anyway, you said you didn't have any work today, so why did you go out so urgently?" she asked, a frown on her face.
"Oh, that?" he said, his voice casual. "I had the lab keys with me, so I went to give them to someone who needed them and came right back."
"Hmm, yes, your lab keys are more important than your wife's sadness," she said, a hint of bitterness in her voice.
"I said I was sorry, so why are you still saying that?" he asked, his voice full of genuine remorse.
"Okay, never mind," she said, her voice soft.
She went to the kitchen and returned with bajjis for Shiva. She fed him like a small child, and as he ate, she kissed his lips and licked off the chutney.
After he finished, he took her hand and licked the chutney off each of Sindhu’s fingers.
Then he picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, and sat her on the bed. He lay down beside her, his legs over hers, and pulled her down to lie beside him. He kissed her on the forehead and said, "I love you."
"Hey, you'll get a beating," she said, her cheeks flushing. "What's with the 'I love you'? Do you have to tell me? You're crazy..."
For a while, they both lay there, holding hands, lost in a comfortable silence.
"You go to sleep," he said, "I'll talk to your parents."
"Stay here," she said, her voice a soft whisper.
"No, I'll talk to them," he said, his voice firm. "You go to sleep."
"Hmm," she replied, her eyes closing.
After Sindhu closed her eyes, Shiva changed out of his clothes and put on his night pants. He was about to leave the bedroom when his phone rang. It was Gautam.
"Hey, Gautam, what's up bro?" he said, his voice a low whisper.
"Shiva, I need a favor," Gautam said. "Bharat, a student from Geetha's college who comes for tuition, apparently Geetha told him she would bring him to Canada. I wanted to tell him no, but since Geetha already insisted, I held back."
"Oh, I see..." Shiva said, his mind already working.
"They've taken care of the passport work," Gautam said. "I'm calling you about the consultancy."
"Why didn't you talk to Iliyas Bhai yourself?" Shiva asked, his voice full of curiosity.
"I think it's better if you talk to him," Gautam said. "Tell Iliyas after 10 AM tomorrow that they need it this month itself."
"Okay, I'll take care of it," Shiva said.
"I'll tell Bharat, he'll give you all the details," Gautam said. "He'll come whenever you tell him to."
"I know that Bharath guy too," Shiva said. "I'll talk to him."
"Okay, we'll meet when I come back," Gautam said.
"You're coming to Sai's wedding, right?" Shiva asked, a hint of excitement in his voice.
"We'll see," Gautam said, his voice a low growl.
"What do you mean, 'we'll see'?" Shiva asked, his voice full of frustration. "Come on anna, we haven't met in a long time. Even if it's just for one day."
"I'll let you know in two days," Gautam said.
"Okay anna," Shiva said, his voice full of disappointment.
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Geetha sat on her bed, her legs tucked under her, a familiar post-meal lethargy settling in. She was waiting for Gautham’s call. As she closed her eyes, a wave of confusion washed over her.
She couldn’t shake the memory of Shiva’s touch, and the thought that she hadn’t stopped him. Even more perplexing was the sudden image of Haran that had flickered in her mind at that moment. She was surprised at her own reactions.
Shiva's warmth still lingered on her skin, but it was another memory that brought a genuine smile to her face—Bharat's kisses.
Being with him again after two weeks was a comfort she hadn’t realized she’d been missing. She replayed his words in her mind, his actions, the new desires he had awakened in her. He had brought about a change within her that she was only just beginning to understand. Yet, Shiva's face intruded again, and she was left to wonder why she had so easily given in to his advances, both at the hotel and today.
Just then, her phone rang, and the screen flashed Gautham's name. A smile instantly replaced her thoughtful frown. "Darling," he said, his voice a balm to her troubled mind.
"Hmm," she hummed, leaning back against the pillow she had propped against the headboard.
"Should I come for the wedding?"
"Yes, why wouldn't you? Even if it's not for the wedding, please come for me," she replied, her voice soft and full of longing.
"My love, I'll come for the wedding. Then, after you and Bharath come to Canada, we'll all three go back to India. I'll stay until your birthday and then leave. What do you say, is that okay?"
"That's wonderful!"
"Right? Listen, after you and Bharat arrive, we'll visit some places in Canada, like the Niagara Falls."
"Yes, I really want to see Niagara Falls."
"Yeah, I've never seen it either. Since you're bringing Bharat along, he'll enjoy it too."
"Yes, he will.”
"Can I tell you something?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone.
"Yeah..."
"I just found out something. I told you about my boss here, Evelyn, right?"
"Uh-huh..."
"I told her you were coming. She's offering us her private farmhouse for a night."
"Wow, you've become very close to her, haven't you?" she said with a teasing laugh.
"You silly girl, I know what you're implying."
"That's exactly what I meant."
"Hey, it's not like that. It's just that she's a little close to me, that's all."
"Okay, sure."
"Hey, just listen to what I'm saying first."
"Hmm, I'm listening."
"I'll make some good arrangements. We can stay there for night, just the two of us."
"Why?" she asked shyly, her heart fluttering.
"It will be amazing. No one will be there. It's surrounded by jungle, with a river nearby. A cool, serene place, just us two. We can do whatever we want all night."
"Really? We can do whatever we want?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Hmm..."
"Oh, I feel like coming right now."
"Me too, darling. Just imagine, in the darkness, by candlelight, you and I on the banks of that river, hugging and me kissing you..."
"Oh, my husband is getting a lot of desires," she teased, her shyness melting into playful affection.
"Shouldn't I?"
"If you have desires, so do I."
"Haha..."
"But darling, we forgot about Bharat."
"He can stay in the apartment for one night. We'll tell him something."
"He'll understand."
"You said he's a kid...?"
"Hey... that's enough," she said, a new warmth coloring her cheeks.
"Haha... Okay, it's getting late. I have to go."
"One minute," she said, not wanting the call to end.
"Yes, tell me."
"Love you..." she breathed into the phone, pressing a kiss against the speaker.
"Love you too. I'll get going. I'll call you when I can. Good night."
"Hmm, bye." She hung up, her mind now filled with images of candlelight and cool air, the memory of her confusion replaced by the promise of a secluded night with Gautham.
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To be continued…………
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