05-08-2025, 11:58 PM
CHAPTER 19
FEW DAYS BACK IN MUMBAI
The night air was thick with the stench of cheap booze, stale sweat, and the toxic laughter of Ranga and Sarang as they stumbled down the dark lanes of Kala Chowk. Their songs were off-key, loud, and obscene — fitting accompaniments to the filth that poured from their mouths. They catcalled passing women, threatened a homeless man for daring to stare at them, and laughed about how the city now bent to Dilawar’s will.
Sarang, barely able to walk straight, started slurring about Dilawar’s "divine lust" for Sonarika — the married woman who’d dominated his senses. Ranga laughed, adding that her sister Anjali was already deep in Rafique’s lustful attention and radar, that wicked pervert. Sarang, emboldened by the liquor and his growing obsession, confessed he'd been tailing Anjali for weeks.
"She don’t even know I watch her walk showing that cute butt in that jeans every evening" He whispered, chuckling.
"Careful, idiot" Ranga snapped.
"You think Dilawar and Rafique will let you touch either of them before they do?" But then he grinned coldly.
"Maybe once they’re done... we get the leftovers. Sloppy seconds, huh?"
That’s when Sarang brought it up—the incident at the garden where they tried to attack Karan.
"Hemant jumped in front of that brat" he spat.
"The kid should’ve been dead. So close. Just a few more seconds and his neck would've made contact with my blade until his loser father came in between"
He laughed, but Ranga stopped in his tracks, anger flaring in his bloodshot eyes.
"Hemant" Ranga snarled.
"That bastard had the balls to defy us. And he walked away like nothing happened. No scars, no lesson" Sarang leaned in, whispering.
"We’ll get another shot. Next time, we maul them both. Leave the kid in pieces for his mother to find"
Just then, the bright beam of headlights cut through the dark. A Thar SUV roared toward them with precision, not panic. The vehicle skidded and screeched. The brothers tried to move, but their drunken reflexes failed them. They were flung through the doors of an abandoned meat shop, crashing into rusted hooks and stained tiles.
Dazed, they stumbled to their feet, bloodied but standing. A shadow emerged from the Thar’s door, slow and deliberate. As he stepped into the flickering shop light, the brothers froze. It was Hemant. But something in his eyes was off — not anger, not vengeance, but surgical calm. A predator’s focus.
"He came alone" Sarang muttered.
"He’s an idiot"
They charged, fists flying, knives drawn. But Hemant didn’t flinch. He ducked under Sarang’s punch, elbowed Ranga’s throat, twisted the knife out of Sarang’s grip and drove it into Ranga’s shoulder. Every move was precise, deadly. Not a flailing civilian — a trained killer.
Ranga staggered as Hemant hammered a kick into his gut, lifting him off the floor. Sarang screamed and lunged again but was thrown across the shop, smashing into a blood-splattered meat table. Hemant grabbed Ranga, tied him to a concrete pillar using metal chains once used for cattle. Ranga cursed, spat, but couldn’t break free.
Sarang scrambled up, but Hemant was already on him. What followed wasn’t a fight — it was a calculated dismantling. Hemant grabbed a butcher’s hook, shattered Sarang’s kneecap, then followed with a cleaver to his shoulder blade, disabling his right arm. The young thug screamed, cried, begged.
"You went after a child" Hemant growled, voice barely human.
"You targeted my boy"
Then, like a switch flipped, he grabbed a steel hammer from the wall and brought it down on Sarang’s shin. Crack. Again. Crack.
"That was my son you tried to kill"
Ranga screamed from the pillar.
"HE’S JUST A KID, HEMANT! PLEASE! PLEASE STOP!"
But Hemant didn’t stop. The hammer dropped again and again, cracking bone, splitting muscle. Sarang’s face was a mask of blood and agony. With a cold stare, Hemant turned the hammer in his hand — and bashed it into Sarang’s skull.
A sickening crunch echoed as Sarang collapsed, twitching. Blood pooled beneath him. Ranga shrieked, tears streaming as his baby brother gurgled and stilled.
"YOU MONSTER!!!! I’ll kill you! I’ll Butcher THAT BITCH SON OF YOURS FOR THIS!" he bellowed.
Hemant walked up to him, calmly.
"Try" He untied Ranga.
"Come on then. Let’s see what you’ve got"
Ranga attacked, blind with rage. Hemant dodged effortlessly, countering with a brutal combo: palm strike to the jaw, knee to the groin, elbow to the temple. Then he grabbed Ranga’s arm and snapped it backward. One. Then the other. Then stomped his leg — a clean fracture.
Ranga writhed, barely conscious. Hemant crouched beside him.
"Don't worry Ranga , I am sending you to your little brother........IN HELL........and very soon........I will send Dilawar and Rafique to join you there......... "
Then he picked up a crowbar, thrust it through Ranga’s throat with one powerful jab, pinning him into the wall like a crucified animal. Ranga convulsed, his mouth gasping for air, blood spurting out in waves. Then… stillness.
Hemant stepped back, staring at the carnage. His hands trembled, soaked in red. His Garuda ring glinted beneath the blood. The scent of death filled the air. In that moment, the ghosts returned — Azerbaijan, the warehouse fire, the screams, the sword lodged in bone. A soldier’s sins reborn.
Some time later, Hemant reached YOD Industries. He wore an oversized trenchcoat to hide his blood stained clothes within. He said nothing to the guards, walked directly into his quarters. In silence, he shed his stained clothes, stepped into the shower and let the steaming water run. His reflection in the mirror looked back at him — old, tired, yet dangerous again.
In the backyard, he watched the flames consume his clothes. The chemical solution ensured no trace would remain. Around his neck, the Archangel ring swayed. He gripped it gently.
"I hope your prayers are with me Anju" he whispered.
"But I have a feeling.....something in me wants to come back"
The shadows were thick again. And war… had begun.
CURRENT DAY
Sonarika stepped into the apartment in Mumbai, her wheeled suitcase thudding softly against the floor. The scent of sandalwood and fresh marigolds wrapped around her like an embrace.
"Mumma!" cried Karan, flinging himself into her arms.
She crouched, burying her face into his hair, inhaling his innocence, while her heart constricted painfully. Anjali came in next, warm and beaming, arms folded.
"You're glowing, Didi. Jabalpur gave you a facelift?" she teased.
Then came Hemant, walking from the kitchen, a soft smile on his face.
"Finally home" he said, pulling her into a gentle hug.
Sonarika closed her eyes. 'I don’t deserve this' her mind whispered.
The day unfolded like a delicate painting. Sonarika helped Anjali cook, exchanged stories about the past week, and sat curled on the couch watching Karan and Hemant play video games. They laughed so easily, the way families do when nothing feels broken. And yet, inside her, something cracked with every joyful moment. She stared too long at Hemant’s face, memorizing the kindness in his eyes, the way he looked at her without suspicion. She almost blurted it out right there, the truth that clawed at her throat. But she swallowed it, the moment slipping away like grains of sand through clenched fingers.
That evening, they walked to the beach, a Sunday ritual they hadn’t done in a while. The golden horizon painted the sky in streaks of crimson and rose. Hemant and Karan ran ahead, chasing waves, throwing wet sand at each other, while Anjali clicked pictures from her phone. Sonarika stood barefoot in the cool water, staring at the edge of the sea.
"Are you okay?" Anjali asked, stepping beside her. Sonarika smiled faintly.
"Just tired" she murmured.
But in truth, her mind was spiraling. How do you tell the man who trusts you that you broke everything he ever believed in?
FEW DAYS LATER
Hemant and Sonarika's home was unusually quiet, basking in a warm afternoon haze filtering through the curtains. Sonarika had returned early from her work thanks to some relief in the workload. Her heart was weighing down because of a decision she knew would shatter her world. But when she opened the door and found Hemant lounging on the couch, surprise lighting up his face as he saw her, a fragile smile tugged at her lips. He had gotten the day off too, he said, his voice casual and warm. Their son was away at the institute for some extracurriculars, and Anjali had gone out with friends for some leisure time after their exams last week — it was just the two of them, like old times. A rare window of intimacy had opened, and though guilt clawed at her insides like rust on a mirror, she chose to hide it. She chose, for once, to just love him without reservation.
"So there is only........us in this apartment?" Sonarika said in a sexy tone.
"Yeah?" Hemant said feeling a little taken back by her voice.
"Great!" She grinned.
"Sona..."
Hemant was barely able to finish saying her name, before she kissed him. He groaned into her mouth, feeling her perfect lips against his. Sonarika was such an incredible kisser, Hemant was reminded of the fact when her tongue snuck it's way into his mouth.
"There is no one in the house except for us hubby" She asked with the cutest pout imaginable.
"So please Hemant" She continued now straddling his hips.
"Lets make some wild love.....Give your wife a good time mister!!"
She said before lowering her mouth to his once more. Hemant was in a trance at first , but the situation was all the more tempting , plus his wife wanted him to do it with her and she is everything he desires and loves so he wasn't gonna let this opportunity go to waste. Her lips and tongue were practically devouring him. Hemant's arms wrapped around her beautiful body pulling her closer into him and deepening the kiss.
Hemant moaned as Sonarika's hips began grinding into his thickening cock. He was so hot for her at this point, that he knew she could have her way with him. She pulled out of his lap and stood in front of him, holding her hand out. He grabbed her hand and allowed her to lead him into their bedroom. They were at the foot of the bed when Sonarika kissed Hemant again. Her soft lips brushing gently and effortlessly against his. She unbuckled his belt and pushed her soft hands into the confines of his boxers. He felt her grab his cock and groaned as she began toying with it. His arms enveloped themselves around her milfy and sexy waist. Hemant loved kissing Sonarika. There was really no other way of putting it. Her lips were practically magical. Her tongue was almost like a surgical instrument, knowing precisely which areas would illicit the most delicious of pleasures.
She slowly dropped to her knees, kissing his neck and chest as her hands pushed his pants lower down his legs. By the time Sonarika had come eye level with her husband's hard cock, his pants and boxers had been tossed aside. Sonarika looked up at Hemant, lust and desire plainly written into the irises of her eyes. She lifted the top of her salwaar over her head and tossed it aside, her black bra followed it, revealing the impossibly beautiful and heavy tits to his feasting eyes.
She rubbed his cock with both of her hands. He moaned as her hands did wonders to him. She looked up at him once more before aiming his cock at the entrance to her mouth. Hemant watched in awe as her mouth opened up and she fit his head in between her sexy lips. She bobbed slowly up and down the length of his cock. Taking in more and more of his cock on each and every downstroke. He stood still, enjoying the wonderful sensations of her mouth. She moved her mouth to the side of his cock and licked it from the bottom to the top, then switching to the other side. Her tongue applying just the perfect amount of pressure to his throbbing cock.
Sonarika sat on the bed spreading her legs so that Hemant would fit between them. His cock still inches from her face. She alternated between licking his cock and sucking on the head. Her eyes time and time again looking up to make sure he was enjoying every second of it. Sonarika's lips tightened around Hemant's cock as she began to quickly bob up and down. He ran his hand through her beautiful hair. She popped off his dick and used her tongue to lick all over the bottom. She wickedly lapped at his cockhead with the tip, driving him wild and making him want to just grab her and fuck her wonderful mouth.
"Mmm..mmmm......this is always fun with you Hemant!"
She said to him before gulping down half of his cock in one stroke of her mouth. He couldn't believe how sexy she looked. Her breasts bobbing and weaving with every movement of her mouth along his cock. Sonarika pulled Hemant's cock out of her mouth and stood up. She spun him around until the back of his knees were against the bed. She pushed him back softly. Hemant now sat on the edge of the bed, as Sonarika dropped to her knees and resumed sucking his cock with new vigor. He watched in amazement as her mouth made it's way up and down his cock. Her tongue dancing across all of his veins.
Hemant was in heaven! There was no other word for it. In their mirror Hemant could see Sonarika's perfect milf form peaking from beneath her ass. She looked up at him and saw the direction his eyes were going. She smiled before rising and removing the rest of her clothes.
"You're beautiful" Hemant told her meaning every word.
She smiled softly before dropping back to her knees and taking his cock between her lips.
"Ohhhh SONA!!!!" Hemant groaned as he felt her tongue lap across his cockhead.
Hemant kept an eye on her ass, as Sonarika's hand and mouth worked in unison to get him off. She pulled her mouth off of his cock so that she could catch her breath. Her hand continued to pump and slide. She licked and suckled on his cock head forcing him to grab onto the bedsheets with a death grip. Sonarika looked so damn sexy and sweet as she sucked on his dick as though it was the tastiest treat to exist. He took a beat to realize how lucky he was to have her in his life. He put those thoughts aside for now, as he returned his thoughts to this mind blowing blowjob his sexy milfy wife was giving him.
Sonarika moaned around Hemant's cock. He could see in the mirror that one of her hands had strayed and she was currently rubbing her aching pussy. Her other hand played with his balls as her mouth sped up. Her hair was flying everywhere, touching his belly and thighs. Hemant could tell the moment that Sonarika decided it was time for him to cum. She looked at him before setting her hands on his thighs, using them as leverage as she drove her head incredibly quickly on the top of his cock.
"Sona!! Honey!! I am close!!!"
Hemant shouted to her as he felt the all too familiar sensation in his cock and balls. Sonarika didn't bother slowing down. On the contrary her mouth seemed to speed up faster. She was fully focused on his orgasm. Her eyes were closed, her lips were tight around his cock and her tongue was doing wonders to him.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH SONA, SONA, SONA!! MY SONAAA!!!!!!!!!"
Hemant screamed as his cum shoot right out of him and into her mouth.
"Hmmmm!"
Sonarika moaned as Hemant saw her eyes roll into the back of her head as his seed filled her mouth and throat. He watched in amazement as his loving wife sucked every last drop he had from his cock. Sonarika looked up at Hemant as she finished downing the last drop of her husband's seed. She stood up in all of her naked glory. He could do nothing but admire just how perfect she was.
"My turn." She said in the sexiest way anyone could imagine.
"Hemant , can I sit in your face? Like back in the day?" Sonarika asked with baited breaths.
"There is no need to ask Sona. Let me repay you for this amazing work!" Hemant giggled.
He smiled before making himself comfortable on the bed. Hemant lay his head on his pillow and waited for Sonarika to settle onto him. His beautiful wife smiled as she made her way up his body. She set her amazing cunt right above his face. She slowly, painfully lowered herself down onto his tongue. Its been a long time since they've done this , but Hemant definitely missed this. Matter of fact Sonarika back in the day would never stop gushing about his tongue skills on her. They both groaned as Hemant had his first taste of his wife in a decade of marriage. Despite giving birth , she still felt and tasted the same , that same aroma , that sweet nectar. He was excited to drink that nectar after a long time again. He had forgotten just how delicious she was. Hemant grabbed her full ass cheeks, and pressed his tongue against the opening of her cunt. Sonarika leaned forward, giving him even better access to her cunt. She began grinding and twisting her pretty pussy against his face.
"AHH!!! Hemant how are you this good honey!" Sonarika moaned.
She stood with her back straight, now he could see up into her lovely eyes. They looked at each other and smiled, as Sonarika continued to move her hips side to side, causing his tongue to brush against different parts of her cunt. He raised his hands and filled them with her perfect tits. He rubbed her hard nipples between his thumb and forefingers, causing an amazing moan from his sexy wife.
Hemant loved the look of pure pleasure on Sonarika's face as he licked her. She moaned and gasped whenever his tongue hit certain spots. Her hands met his on her tits. Together they groped and kneaded the soft flesh, as his lips wrapped themselves around her clit.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH" Sonarika screamed as Hemant hit her most tender spot.
Sonarika leaned forward once more, using her hands on the mattress. She began bucking her pussy against him, practically fucking his face. Hemant returned his hands to her ass cheeks. Gripping tightly on the firm cheeks.
"Ahh! Hemant! My Hemant!! Ahh!" Moaned Sonarika as she sped her hips.
Hemant slid his index finger into her glistening pussy, as his lips and tongue began a full out assault on her clit.
"AHHH Hemant YES. I love the way you fuck me!!!"
Sonarika screamed as her orgasm seemed to only get nearer. Hemant added another finger and was now fucking her steadily with two while his tongue was running all over her clit.
"Yess....Yessssss.... AHHHH!" She moaned in her voice.
He was so in heat from hearing and feeling her orgasm getting nearer that he was pumping my dick in the air.
"I'm CUMMING! HEMANT MY BABY!!!! I AM CUMMING FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!"
Sonarika screamed as Hemant felt jet after jet of her juices make their way into his waiting mouth. She tasted so sweet, he felt as though he was eating the rarest of fruits at it's peak. He missed eating her like this , and it felt great at that moment to finally do that to her after a very long time.
Sonarika came down from her orgasm and slid her body lower onto his. Before they knew it their mouths were locked in a passionate kiss. Sonarika readjusted her pussy so that it hovered right above his cockhead. Sonarika slowly lowered herself, taking his cockhead in between her tight pussy.
"Fuck me my wife. Fuck your husband!!!! I'm all yours!!!!" Hemant told his beautiful wife.
She smiled at him before beginning to rise and lower her hips onto him.
"Ahhh Sona.....this is HEAVEN!!!" Hemant told her as her hands caressed his face and neck.
Her hips undulated and drove him insane as she fucked him slowly and carefully. They were face to face. Their nose inches from each other. He ran his hand across her beautiful face. Marveling at the perfection before him. The goddess she was as she radiated his life with her light.
"Mhmm"
She gasped and bit her lip as his hips pushed up into her, sending the entirety of his cock into her.
"Ahhh Hemant!" She moaned as they began to fuck each other.
Sonarika and Hemant had always gotten along and their sexual was always about intimacy and romance and at times deep passion. Sonarika never expected the rough fucking she craved from Vikram or Rocky , just him , even though she had her frustrations with him holding back , their intimacy and feelings they share with each other during their sexual sessions are the driving point. But today it felt different , Hemant was doing things he hasn't done in a long time , and even though Sonarika felt a little guilt in the beginning , she forgot it the moment their intimacy got higher. Their timing was always spot on, and right now they were thrusting into each other at a perfect rhythm. Sonarika leaned back, putting her hands behind her. She used the new leverage to fuck Hemant harder. She rose and lowered her body with so much grace. She was almost like an athlete. And that is what made her moments with Hemant so special , in the past , when she had her intense sex sessions with Rocky , her physical traits and health detoriated. She was erratic and rash as sex was the driving force of their relationship. In a way Sonarika accepted the reality that her relationship with Rocky was just a slave mentality where sex was just about the male pleasure and the female pleasure only mattered when the lover's spunk was shot in her. But the relationship with Hemant changed her perspective. How Hemant showed that sex is something both of genders should enjoy was a unique thing for her at that time. Fast forward to right now. Every movement of her hips was perfectly crafted to elicit the most incredible of sensations through his body.
Hemant watched as her juicy melons bounced with every movement she made, wanting nothing more than to taste them within his mouth. Sonarika must have read his mind. She can see his puppy dog eyes from a mile away. And she loved doing this to him. Because despite the ups and downs in their lives , physically and mentally. One thing has always stayed a constant , and that was Hemant's deep horniness to her naked breasts. She could feel him hardening a bit further seeing her boobs swaying in her movements. She always loved the way he would worship and savor her tits. As if it is some important treasure for him , hell all of her is a treasure for him but her boobs , they make him weak and horny and she loved seeing his face watching her tits. She leaned forward putting her breasts in his face. Hemant didn't waste a moment as he quickly sucked and licked away at the gorgeous and fleshy pair.
"Hmm....you and your hungriness for my tits.....its sometimes very corny!"
"Mmmm....I cannot help it Sona.....you have the most perfect breasts!!"
Sonarika moaned in response as she continued to pop her cunt on his cock. She rose off of him and turned around. Her luscious and meaty ass was now pointing in his direction. Sonarika looked over her shoulder with a sexy smile as she lowered her pussy on his cock once more. Hemant groaned as he saw the entire length of his cock disappear into her. When Hemant was fully imbedded in her, Sonarika swished her ass from side to side, causing him to moan even louder. She rose and lowered herself, using her hands as leverage. Her wet and tight cunt giving him so much pleasure he felt that he would faint from it. She fucked him in one smooth motion. He was impressed at how her body moved and the way she would squeezed his cock with her wonderful cunt muscles. She was made to fuck and be fucked. For life she was all his to enjoy he thought in his head again wishing the fate and the universe for bringing her to his life.
Hemant watched in amazement as the globes of her ass shook with the movements of their fucking.
"AH, ah, ah!!" Sonarika moaned in immense pleasure.
"FUCK me Hemant.. Fuck me!" Sonarika screamed.
Begging and urging Hemant on. She took the entirety of his length inside and began just grinding her clit into his pelvis.
"OHHHHHHHHH HEMANT!! AHHH! YOU'RE MY MAN!!!" She screamed at the ceiling.
"Cum for me, cum for me Sona. Please Cum." Hemant begged her, egging her on.
"YES! YES! YES!" Sonarika screamed as her orgasm ransacked through her body.
Hemant tossed his head back as her cunt lips squeezed his cock in a bloody grip.
"OHHHHH YESSSS MY SOOONNNAAAA!!" Hemant screamed as his cock exploded into her.
Hemant felt the cum shooting straight out of him and right into Sonarika. He couldn't stop cumming. More and more cream seemed to pour out of him and into her. The feeling was all the more incredible for Sonarika. She always loved the way Hemant used to cum , despite in his weak days , that was another part that stayed constant. Him cumming like a cannon , firing his spunk like big cannon spurts of babymaker into her hitting her sensitive and sweet walls inside with such velocity her nerves simply go off activating an automatic orgasm in her body. Hemant could feel her cumming again as more and more of his seed mingled with her pussy juices. It was that one aspect that made Hemant stand out ahead of both Rocky and Vikram is that Hemant can make her orgasm atleast once even if he is in his most weakest with his cumshots.
But lately , Hemant has indeed became an absolute stud in bed in Sonarika's eyes. Despite of their early days memories still fresh in her mind because of the memorable moments. Sonarika feels Hemant has deeply improved his sexual performance lately. What was once just a single orgasm for each session in his bad days has now evolved into multiple ones for each sessions. Even now she was shocked that Hemant did something he haven't done for like a decade and doing it like a pro.
When they were done and spent, Sonarika turned herself around and settled her head against Hemant's chest. They kissed while they recovered. Enjoying the post orgasmic glow of being together. He kissed her forehead, not caring that it was sleek with sweat.
"Wow....I really needed that" Hemant said.
"Anytime for you hubby....but don't even think this is it" Sonarika said with a giggle.
"Damn....my wife is in the mood today"
"Well....its not every day you get the house for yourself"
"day?"
"I thought you knew? Anjali is going with her friends for a much needed break from studies and Karan has extra sports activities in his institution after his classes today....so both of them will return home only by evening which means..."
"Which means you and I will have some private times in this home after all..."
Both of them embraced as Hemant continued.
"I hope I did well right now"
"You did more than well Hemant.....I finally got to sit in your face....I was afraid I was going to choke you"
"Believe me Sona....if death comes that way...I will happily accept it"
"Don't say that"
"Just saying baby....I always love your flesh enveloping my face"
"To me it seems like you were more interested in my boobs"
"That I definitely was.....what can I say. They are.....hypnotic"
"I like that....I like it how you look at them like a hungry puppy"
"I cannot help it Sona....they are one of your highlights of your body"
"Really? Its that good?"
"Obviously.....your boobs are big and full of life.....sometimes I wish I could suck them all day"
"I know about that......don't think I've forgotten what you've done during my labor months"
Hemant blushed , Sonarika loved seeing him do that. It made him stand out from other men as she continued.
"The way you sucked my breast dry that time. I was worried for Karan as I thought you were going to continue drink me after his birth!"
"Stop it Sona , it was an embarassing thing to do then. I admit I went overboard , but I have learned to not risk it anymore"
"Nothing about that was risky Hemant , you loved drinking me , and I let it. Plus , I loved every moment of that"
"You did"
"Of course , its not every time your husband wanted to drink your milk for that matter"
"Stop it Sona , I am feeling embarassed"
Sonarika giggled in response as silence followed them for few minutes. They didn't anything as both of them looked at each other in the eyes. Hemant enjoyed the staring contest between them but after some time , he broke the silence.
"Are we going to keep staring for the rest of the day?"
"Why not , I can always lose myself into your eyes Hemant"
"Well its the opposite for me"
"How so?"
"Because in your eyes , I see the world. The world I am a part of"
Sonarika didn't say anything. She was overwhelmed by her husband's words. The love and guilt in her heart giving her pain and comfort at the same time.
"Hemant....you are too good for me....sometimes I feel I don't deserve you"
"The feeling is mutual Sona.....in the early days....even sometimes now....I think of myself as the most fortunate one to have a woman like you.......the woman who brought so much light and energy to me in my life....."
Sonarika stopped his talk pressing her finger to his lips. She couldn't hear it anymore , she simply won't. Especially after the overwhelming guilt she has in her. She didn't want to think about Vikram and the broken future ahead , she wanted Hemant , right now at this moment.
"Enough my love.....we don't have whole day....I need to feel you again..."
"Wel....I am definitely thankful that I have a wife who initiates to feel me"
"Stop talking mister......."
"Make me lady"
And Sonarika knew just how to shut him up. Her lips enveloped his like a wave convergence. It only took a few swirls from her tongue and Hemant's cock was waking up from its slumber again. Her hands immediately got hold of it and started its rough movements to really wake it up. And then witin no time Hemant was rock hard as Sonarika smirked.
"Looks like my husband wants some more of me!!"
She quickly pounced onto his lap and kissed him once more. She grabbed his dick in a vice grip and pointed it at the opening of her already filled up pussy. She was breathing hard.
"I will always want more of you Sona!!!"
Hemant said as he felt her beginning to lower her pussy over the crown of his cock.
"I know....and I will always need.....this!"
Saying that , Sonarika lowered her body, taking all of his cock deep into her cunt.
"AHHHH!!" She screamed as he groaned loudly.
Sonarika and Hemant looked at each other as the milfy wife's hip began gyrating on her husband's lap. She was so damn hot and wet , already filled with his spunk , she made it hard for him to keep his focus. He wrapped his hands around her and grabbed the globes of her ass, as he lifted his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth.
"AHHH YES HEMANT KEEP SUCKING MY BOOBS!!! I LOVE IT WHEN YOU SUCK IT BABY AAHHH!!!"
Sonarika moaned to the roof. Her hips were moving much faster. She was going up and down and then rocking her body side to side to continue to gain new sensations, create new friction and have her husband's cock enter her at different angles. His head was swimming with desire. Hemant began pushing his dick farther into her. He switched over and took her other nipple in his mouth. Her skin smelled of lavender and tasted like cherries just like her perfume fragrance in the morning despite of the sweat that covered her. Her pussy was warm and tight. Her ass was voluptuous and soft to the touch. For Hemant it was an equivalent to have had died and gone to heaven.
"Ahhh! Hemant you've already getting me close honey AHHH!!!" Sonarika announced.
Hemant looked up at her and felt his dick harden as he saw the incredible look on her face as she fucked him for all he was worth.
"AH, ah, ah, ah." Sonarika made the most wonderful sounds as the passion rose in her chest.
Her body was covered in new sweat over the dried up ones and it just seemed to make her more desirable for Hemant.
"AHHH! Hemant!!! BABY!!! I AM GETTING THERE HONEY!!! AHH!!!!!"
Hemant could feel just how close she was. He licked both of her nipples one more time and sped his hips into her.
"I'm cumming, i'm cumming!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Hemant watched in awe as his gorgeous wife came hard all over again. Her entire body was wracked by spasms and her pussy tightened his cock in sweet, delicious pain. He continued to pump into her enjoying the feel of her cunt as it orgasmed hard. Before she had even fully recovered, he spun them around. Hemant laid her down on the bed and got on top of her. He quickly readjusted and drove his cock to the hilt. Hemant laid atop of her bountiful chest and returned his lips to kissing the sweetest tasting lips in his life. Hemant was now fucking her and from the way that Sonarika's nails were digging into his back, I could tell she enjoyed the reversal.
"Damn, Sona!" Hemant moaned as his hips sped into her pussy that was drenched.
"KEEP DOING ME HEMANT!!! AHHHH THIS FEELS SO GOOD HONEY!!!!! AHH!!" She told him again.
Hemant smiled at her as his cock pushed harder and deeper into her. She locked her legs around his waist pulling him deeper into her. Their lips met again. Their tongues playing and rubbing each other. He could feel the heat radiating off of her skin and he loved every instant of it. Her arms were wrapped around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss they were fervently sharing.
"AHHH!" He loved her moans.
Hemant pulled his cock out of her, loving the look of shocked outrage that played across her features. He turned her around so that her ass was now pointed at him. Sonarika lay her upper body on the bed as Hemant penetrated her from behind.
"AHHHH!" They both moaned at the same time.
Hemant tightened his grip on her hips and started fucking her with a fervor he did not know he had until this point.
"AHHH!!! HEMANT YOU'RE TAKING ME THERE AGAIN BABY!!!! YESSS BABY DO ME HARD BABY!!!! AHH HEMANT DON'T STOP HONEY AHHH!!!!!"
Sonarika shouted as Hemant fucked her passionately. His orgasm was nearing ever closer. Hemant wrapped his hand around Sonarika's body and found her clit protruding. He flicked the little nub with his fingers.
"YESSS HEMANT YESS!!!! I AM CUMMING HONEY!!!!!"
Sonarika shouted as she was hit by another orgasm. Feeling her tight, wet pussy get even tighter and wetter was all it took to send him over the edge.
"AHHH SONA!!!!!!!"
Hemant yelled out as the cum jumped from his cock and ran straight into Sonarika's pussy. He felt the cum leave him and his entire body jump at the feeling of joy and excitement as he filled his lovely wife with all of the cum again.
Hemant collapsed to the side of the bed still embracing her as they both recovered from their orgasmic bliss. Even though it was a wonderful moment of intimacy for them , but for Sonarika , she treated this as a fear it will be her last with Hemant. A one last ride of pleasure with her husband before everything burns to the ground.
The day unfolded like a forgotten melody, tender and familiar. They brewed coffee together in the kitchen, bumping hips playfully as steam rose between them. Hemant teased her about the way she still pronounced 'espresso' wrong, and she mock-punched his arm, laughing in a way she hadn’t in weeks. He took her hand then and twirled her around the living room, music playing softly from an old speaker. Hemant was never a dancer , one time he danced with Karan and Sonarika laughed until that night from the ridiculousness of it , but Hemant moved Sonarika as she enjoyed the moment with him. She melted into his arms, the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his skin both comforting and devastating. Her fingers lingered on his collarbone a little too long, memorizing it like one memorizes the fading pages of a book they love. Every kiss they shared felt heavier, deeper, as if she were pouring her soul into each one.
They made lunch together, feeding each other spoonfuls of spicy dal and rice, laughing when she over-salted the curry. He wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumb, looking at her like she was still the woman he fell in love with in the darkest corner of his life. They sat close on the balcony afterward, watching the Mumbai skyline shimmer through the humidity. She leaned on his shoulder, her fingers tracing circles on his palm, savoring the silence that needed no words. For a moment, her heart screamed for her to stop — to forget Jabalpur, to forget Vikram, to choose this life again. But it was too late for that. The truth had already taken root in her, and all she could do now was live these fleeting hours like a borrowed dream.
By late afternoon, their flirty banter turned tender, lips meeting more hungrily, bodies remembering a rhythm long neglected. They lay tangled in soft bedsheets, her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat — the same beat that would soon crack beneath her truth. He stroked her hair absentmindedly, whispering things about old trips, silly moments from their early marriage, his dreams for their son. She held him tighter, hiding her tears in the crook of his neck, kissing him again and again, desperate to hold onto this feeling. In that moment, there was no affair, no betrayal — just the illusion of love unbroken.
As twilight painted the walls in soft orange, Sonarika watched Hemant from across the room, wearing a tank top, laughing while talking on his phone, the way he always did. Her chest ached. This was the man who had chosen her every single day for ten years, who loved her with a heart she no longer deserved. And still, she had given herself to another. Some time in the very near future, she would tell him. She would watch his world collapse and his eyes go dim with disbelief. But not today. Today, she had given him happiness — the kind of happiness he would remember when she will no longer be in his heart.
The calm of the evening was gently broken by the sound of the front door clicking open, followed by Anjali’s voice echoing through the apartment.
"I hope you never recommend me movies Bhaiya....whatever we saw was terrible!”
She called out teasingly, kicking off her sandals as she stepped inside. Karan came rushing in behind her, his backpack swinging wildly.
"Mumma, I got first prize in ball throw!!"
He shouted with glee, wrapping his arms around Sonarika’s waist. She smiled and hugged him tightly, her heart both swelling with pride and sinking with dread. Hemant joined them, ruffling Karan’s hair and trading playful jabs with Anjali, who was already teasing him about his poor movie choices. The house returned to its usual rhythm — loud, warm, chaotic — a family in full bloom, unaware of the storm silently forming within its walls.
After dinner, laughter still hung in the air as everyone retreated to their rooms. Sonarika helped Karan brush his teeth and tucked him in, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. Anjali waved a goodnight from her room, already lost in her phone. When she finally returned to the bedroom, Hemant was fast asleep, his body turned toward her, his face peaceful in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. She sat beside him quietly, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. The weight of her secret pressed harder now, heavier than ever. Her fingers brushed his hair back gently, as if committing his features to memory. The man lying next to her had done nothing but love her — deeply, selflessly, without question. And she would be the one to take it all away. Her eyes welled up, but no tears fell. Instead, she lay down beside him, curling into his warmth, silently whispering apologies into the dark, knowing that this moment — this calm, complete night — would be one of the last they ever shared like this.
(CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)
The night air was thick with the stench of cheap booze, stale sweat, and the toxic laughter of Ranga and Sarang as they stumbled down the dark lanes of Kala Chowk. Their songs were off-key, loud, and obscene — fitting accompaniments to the filth that poured from their mouths. They catcalled passing women, threatened a homeless man for daring to stare at them, and laughed about how the city now bent to Dilawar’s will.
Sarang, barely able to walk straight, started slurring about Dilawar’s "divine lust" for Sonarika — the married woman who’d dominated his senses. Ranga laughed, adding that her sister Anjali was already deep in Rafique’s lustful attention and radar, that wicked pervert. Sarang, emboldened by the liquor and his growing obsession, confessed he'd been tailing Anjali for weeks.
"She don’t even know I watch her walk showing that cute butt in that jeans every evening" He whispered, chuckling.
"Careful, idiot" Ranga snapped.
"You think Dilawar and Rafique will let you touch either of them before they do?" But then he grinned coldly.
"Maybe once they’re done... we get the leftovers. Sloppy seconds, huh?"
That’s when Sarang brought it up—the incident at the garden where they tried to attack Karan.
"Hemant jumped in front of that brat" he spat.
"The kid should’ve been dead. So close. Just a few more seconds and his neck would've made contact with my blade until his loser father came in between"
He laughed, but Ranga stopped in his tracks, anger flaring in his bloodshot eyes.
"Hemant" Ranga snarled.
"That bastard had the balls to defy us. And he walked away like nothing happened. No scars, no lesson" Sarang leaned in, whispering.
"We’ll get another shot. Next time, we maul them both. Leave the kid in pieces for his mother to find"
Just then, the bright beam of headlights cut through the dark. A Thar SUV roared toward them with precision, not panic. The vehicle skidded and screeched. The brothers tried to move, but their drunken reflexes failed them. They were flung through the doors of an abandoned meat shop, crashing into rusted hooks and stained tiles.
Dazed, they stumbled to their feet, bloodied but standing. A shadow emerged from the Thar’s door, slow and deliberate. As he stepped into the flickering shop light, the brothers froze. It was Hemant. But something in his eyes was off — not anger, not vengeance, but surgical calm. A predator’s focus.
"He came alone" Sarang muttered.
"He’s an idiot"
They charged, fists flying, knives drawn. But Hemant didn’t flinch. He ducked under Sarang’s punch, elbowed Ranga’s throat, twisted the knife out of Sarang’s grip and drove it into Ranga’s shoulder. Every move was precise, deadly. Not a flailing civilian — a trained killer.
Ranga staggered as Hemant hammered a kick into his gut, lifting him off the floor. Sarang screamed and lunged again but was thrown across the shop, smashing into a blood-splattered meat table. Hemant grabbed Ranga, tied him to a concrete pillar using metal chains once used for cattle. Ranga cursed, spat, but couldn’t break free.
Sarang scrambled up, but Hemant was already on him. What followed wasn’t a fight — it was a calculated dismantling. Hemant grabbed a butcher’s hook, shattered Sarang’s kneecap, then followed with a cleaver to his shoulder blade, disabling his right arm. The young thug screamed, cried, begged.
"You went after a child" Hemant growled, voice barely human.
"You targeted my boy"
Then, like a switch flipped, he grabbed a steel hammer from the wall and brought it down on Sarang’s shin. Crack. Again. Crack.
"That was my son you tried to kill"
Ranga screamed from the pillar.
"HE’S JUST A KID, HEMANT! PLEASE! PLEASE STOP!"
But Hemant didn’t stop. The hammer dropped again and again, cracking bone, splitting muscle. Sarang’s face was a mask of blood and agony. With a cold stare, Hemant turned the hammer in his hand — and bashed it into Sarang’s skull.
A sickening crunch echoed as Sarang collapsed, twitching. Blood pooled beneath him. Ranga shrieked, tears streaming as his baby brother gurgled and stilled.
"YOU MONSTER!!!! I’ll kill you! I’ll Butcher THAT BITCH SON OF YOURS FOR THIS!" he bellowed.
Hemant walked up to him, calmly.
"Try" He untied Ranga.
"Come on then. Let’s see what you’ve got"
Ranga attacked, blind with rage. Hemant dodged effortlessly, countering with a brutal combo: palm strike to the jaw, knee to the groin, elbow to the temple. Then he grabbed Ranga’s arm and snapped it backward. One. Then the other. Then stomped his leg — a clean fracture.
Ranga writhed, barely conscious. Hemant crouched beside him.
"Don't worry Ranga , I am sending you to your little brother........IN HELL........and very soon........I will send Dilawar and Rafique to join you there......... "
Then he picked up a crowbar, thrust it through Ranga’s throat with one powerful jab, pinning him into the wall like a crucified animal. Ranga convulsed, his mouth gasping for air, blood spurting out in waves. Then… stillness.
Hemant stepped back, staring at the carnage. His hands trembled, soaked in red. His Garuda ring glinted beneath the blood. The scent of death filled the air. In that moment, the ghosts returned — Azerbaijan, the warehouse fire, the screams, the sword lodged in bone. A soldier’s sins reborn.
Some time later, Hemant reached YOD Industries. He wore an oversized trenchcoat to hide his blood stained clothes within. He said nothing to the guards, walked directly into his quarters. In silence, he shed his stained clothes, stepped into the shower and let the steaming water run. His reflection in the mirror looked back at him — old, tired, yet dangerous again.
In the backyard, he watched the flames consume his clothes. The chemical solution ensured no trace would remain. Around his neck, the Archangel ring swayed. He gripped it gently.
"I hope your prayers are with me Anju" he whispered.
"But I have a feeling.....something in me wants to come back"
The shadows were thick again. And war… had begun.
CURRENT DAY
Sonarika stepped into the apartment in Mumbai, her wheeled suitcase thudding softly against the floor. The scent of sandalwood and fresh marigolds wrapped around her like an embrace.
"Mumma!" cried Karan, flinging himself into her arms.
She crouched, burying her face into his hair, inhaling his innocence, while her heart constricted painfully. Anjali came in next, warm and beaming, arms folded.
"You're glowing, Didi. Jabalpur gave you a facelift?" she teased.
Then came Hemant, walking from the kitchen, a soft smile on his face.
"Finally home" he said, pulling her into a gentle hug.
Sonarika closed her eyes. 'I don’t deserve this' her mind whispered.
The day unfolded like a delicate painting. Sonarika helped Anjali cook, exchanged stories about the past week, and sat curled on the couch watching Karan and Hemant play video games. They laughed so easily, the way families do when nothing feels broken. And yet, inside her, something cracked with every joyful moment. She stared too long at Hemant’s face, memorizing the kindness in his eyes, the way he looked at her without suspicion. She almost blurted it out right there, the truth that clawed at her throat. But she swallowed it, the moment slipping away like grains of sand through clenched fingers.
That evening, they walked to the beach, a Sunday ritual they hadn’t done in a while. The golden horizon painted the sky in streaks of crimson and rose. Hemant and Karan ran ahead, chasing waves, throwing wet sand at each other, while Anjali clicked pictures from her phone. Sonarika stood barefoot in the cool water, staring at the edge of the sea.
"Are you okay?" Anjali asked, stepping beside her. Sonarika smiled faintly.
"Just tired" she murmured.
But in truth, her mind was spiraling. How do you tell the man who trusts you that you broke everything he ever believed in?
FEW DAYS LATER
Hemant and Sonarika's home was unusually quiet, basking in a warm afternoon haze filtering through the curtains. Sonarika had returned early from her work thanks to some relief in the workload. Her heart was weighing down because of a decision she knew would shatter her world. But when she opened the door and found Hemant lounging on the couch, surprise lighting up his face as he saw her, a fragile smile tugged at her lips. He had gotten the day off too, he said, his voice casual and warm. Their son was away at the institute for some extracurriculars, and Anjali had gone out with friends for some leisure time after their exams last week — it was just the two of them, like old times. A rare window of intimacy had opened, and though guilt clawed at her insides like rust on a mirror, she chose to hide it. She chose, for once, to just love him without reservation.
"So there is only........us in this apartment?" Sonarika said in a sexy tone.
"Yeah?" Hemant said feeling a little taken back by her voice.
"Great!" She grinned.
"Sona..."
Hemant was barely able to finish saying her name, before she kissed him. He groaned into her mouth, feeling her perfect lips against his. Sonarika was such an incredible kisser, Hemant was reminded of the fact when her tongue snuck it's way into his mouth.
"There is no one in the house except for us hubby" She asked with the cutest pout imaginable.
"So please Hemant" She continued now straddling his hips.
"Lets make some wild love.....Give your wife a good time mister!!"
She said before lowering her mouth to his once more. Hemant was in a trance at first , but the situation was all the more tempting , plus his wife wanted him to do it with her and she is everything he desires and loves so he wasn't gonna let this opportunity go to waste. Her lips and tongue were practically devouring him. Hemant's arms wrapped around her beautiful body pulling her closer into him and deepening the kiss.
Hemant moaned as Sonarika's hips began grinding into his thickening cock. He was so hot for her at this point, that he knew she could have her way with him. She pulled out of his lap and stood in front of him, holding her hand out. He grabbed her hand and allowed her to lead him into their bedroom. They were at the foot of the bed when Sonarika kissed Hemant again. Her soft lips brushing gently and effortlessly against his. She unbuckled his belt and pushed her soft hands into the confines of his boxers. He felt her grab his cock and groaned as she began toying with it. His arms enveloped themselves around her milfy and sexy waist. Hemant loved kissing Sonarika. There was really no other way of putting it. Her lips were practically magical. Her tongue was almost like a surgical instrument, knowing precisely which areas would illicit the most delicious of pleasures.
She slowly dropped to her knees, kissing his neck and chest as her hands pushed his pants lower down his legs. By the time Sonarika had come eye level with her husband's hard cock, his pants and boxers had been tossed aside. Sonarika looked up at Hemant, lust and desire plainly written into the irises of her eyes. She lifted the top of her salwaar over her head and tossed it aside, her black bra followed it, revealing the impossibly beautiful and heavy tits to his feasting eyes.
She rubbed his cock with both of her hands. He moaned as her hands did wonders to him. She looked up at him once more before aiming his cock at the entrance to her mouth. Hemant watched in awe as her mouth opened up and she fit his head in between her sexy lips. She bobbed slowly up and down the length of his cock. Taking in more and more of his cock on each and every downstroke. He stood still, enjoying the wonderful sensations of her mouth. She moved her mouth to the side of his cock and licked it from the bottom to the top, then switching to the other side. Her tongue applying just the perfect amount of pressure to his throbbing cock.
Sonarika sat on the bed spreading her legs so that Hemant would fit between them. His cock still inches from her face. She alternated between licking his cock and sucking on the head. Her eyes time and time again looking up to make sure he was enjoying every second of it. Sonarika's lips tightened around Hemant's cock as she began to quickly bob up and down. He ran his hand through her beautiful hair. She popped off his dick and used her tongue to lick all over the bottom. She wickedly lapped at his cockhead with the tip, driving him wild and making him want to just grab her and fuck her wonderful mouth.
"Mmm..mmmm......this is always fun with you Hemant!"
She said to him before gulping down half of his cock in one stroke of her mouth. He couldn't believe how sexy she looked. Her breasts bobbing and weaving with every movement of her mouth along his cock. Sonarika pulled Hemant's cock out of her mouth and stood up. She spun him around until the back of his knees were against the bed. She pushed him back softly. Hemant now sat on the edge of the bed, as Sonarika dropped to her knees and resumed sucking his cock with new vigor. He watched in amazement as her mouth made it's way up and down his cock. Her tongue dancing across all of his veins.
Hemant was in heaven! There was no other word for it. In their mirror Hemant could see Sonarika's perfect milf form peaking from beneath her ass. She looked up at him and saw the direction his eyes were going. She smiled before rising and removing the rest of her clothes.
"You're beautiful" Hemant told her meaning every word.
She smiled softly before dropping back to her knees and taking his cock between her lips.
"Ohhhh SONA!!!!" Hemant groaned as he felt her tongue lap across his cockhead.
Hemant kept an eye on her ass, as Sonarika's hand and mouth worked in unison to get him off. She pulled her mouth off of his cock so that she could catch her breath. Her hand continued to pump and slide. She licked and suckled on his cock head forcing him to grab onto the bedsheets with a death grip. Sonarika looked so damn sexy and sweet as she sucked on his dick as though it was the tastiest treat to exist. He took a beat to realize how lucky he was to have her in his life. He put those thoughts aside for now, as he returned his thoughts to this mind blowing blowjob his sexy milfy wife was giving him.
Sonarika moaned around Hemant's cock. He could see in the mirror that one of her hands had strayed and she was currently rubbing her aching pussy. Her other hand played with his balls as her mouth sped up. Her hair was flying everywhere, touching his belly and thighs. Hemant could tell the moment that Sonarika decided it was time for him to cum. She looked at him before setting her hands on his thighs, using them as leverage as she drove her head incredibly quickly on the top of his cock.
"Sona!! Honey!! I am close!!!"
Hemant shouted to her as he felt the all too familiar sensation in his cock and balls. Sonarika didn't bother slowing down. On the contrary her mouth seemed to speed up faster. She was fully focused on his orgasm. Her eyes were closed, her lips were tight around his cock and her tongue was doing wonders to him.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH SONA, SONA, SONA!! MY SONAAA!!!!!!!!!"
Hemant screamed as his cum shoot right out of him and into her mouth.
"Hmmmm!"
Sonarika moaned as Hemant saw her eyes roll into the back of her head as his seed filled her mouth and throat. He watched in amazement as his loving wife sucked every last drop he had from his cock. Sonarika looked up at Hemant as she finished downing the last drop of her husband's seed. She stood up in all of her naked glory. He could do nothing but admire just how perfect she was.
"My turn." She said in the sexiest way anyone could imagine.
"Hemant , can I sit in your face? Like back in the day?" Sonarika asked with baited breaths.
"There is no need to ask Sona. Let me repay you for this amazing work!" Hemant giggled.
He smiled before making himself comfortable on the bed. Hemant lay his head on his pillow and waited for Sonarika to settle onto him. His beautiful wife smiled as she made her way up his body. She set her amazing cunt right above his face. She slowly, painfully lowered herself down onto his tongue. Its been a long time since they've done this , but Hemant definitely missed this. Matter of fact Sonarika back in the day would never stop gushing about his tongue skills on her. They both groaned as Hemant had his first taste of his wife in a decade of marriage. Despite giving birth , she still felt and tasted the same , that same aroma , that sweet nectar. He was excited to drink that nectar after a long time again. He had forgotten just how delicious she was. Hemant grabbed her full ass cheeks, and pressed his tongue against the opening of her cunt. Sonarika leaned forward, giving him even better access to her cunt. She began grinding and twisting her pretty pussy against his face.
"AHH!!! Hemant how are you this good honey!" Sonarika moaned.
She stood with her back straight, now he could see up into her lovely eyes. They looked at each other and smiled, as Sonarika continued to move her hips side to side, causing his tongue to brush against different parts of her cunt. He raised his hands and filled them with her perfect tits. He rubbed her hard nipples between his thumb and forefingers, causing an amazing moan from his sexy wife.
Hemant loved the look of pure pleasure on Sonarika's face as he licked her. She moaned and gasped whenever his tongue hit certain spots. Her hands met his on her tits. Together they groped and kneaded the soft flesh, as his lips wrapped themselves around her clit.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH" Sonarika screamed as Hemant hit her most tender spot.
Sonarika leaned forward once more, using her hands on the mattress. She began bucking her pussy against him, practically fucking his face. Hemant returned his hands to her ass cheeks. Gripping tightly on the firm cheeks.
"Ahh! Hemant! My Hemant!! Ahh!" Moaned Sonarika as she sped her hips.
Hemant slid his index finger into her glistening pussy, as his lips and tongue began a full out assault on her clit.
"AHHH Hemant YES. I love the way you fuck me!!!"
Sonarika screamed as her orgasm seemed to only get nearer. Hemant added another finger and was now fucking her steadily with two while his tongue was running all over her clit.
"Yess....Yessssss.... AHHHH!" She moaned in her voice.
He was so in heat from hearing and feeling her orgasm getting nearer that he was pumping my dick in the air.
"I'm CUMMING! HEMANT MY BABY!!!! I AM CUMMING FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!"
Sonarika screamed as Hemant felt jet after jet of her juices make their way into his waiting mouth. She tasted so sweet, he felt as though he was eating the rarest of fruits at it's peak. He missed eating her like this , and it felt great at that moment to finally do that to her after a very long time.
Sonarika came down from her orgasm and slid her body lower onto his. Before they knew it their mouths were locked in a passionate kiss. Sonarika readjusted her pussy so that it hovered right above his cockhead. Sonarika slowly lowered herself, taking his cockhead in between her tight pussy.
"Fuck me my wife. Fuck your husband!!!! I'm all yours!!!!" Hemant told his beautiful wife.
She smiled at him before beginning to rise and lower her hips onto him.
"Ahhh Sona.....this is HEAVEN!!!" Hemant told her as her hands caressed his face and neck.
Her hips undulated and drove him insane as she fucked him slowly and carefully. They were face to face. Their nose inches from each other. He ran his hand across her beautiful face. Marveling at the perfection before him. The goddess she was as she radiated his life with her light.
"Mhmm"
She gasped and bit her lip as his hips pushed up into her, sending the entirety of his cock into her.
"Ahhh Hemant!" She moaned as they began to fuck each other.
Sonarika and Hemant had always gotten along and their sexual was always about intimacy and romance and at times deep passion. Sonarika never expected the rough fucking she craved from Vikram or Rocky , just him , even though she had her frustrations with him holding back , their intimacy and feelings they share with each other during their sexual sessions are the driving point. But today it felt different , Hemant was doing things he hasn't done in a long time , and even though Sonarika felt a little guilt in the beginning , she forgot it the moment their intimacy got higher. Their timing was always spot on, and right now they were thrusting into each other at a perfect rhythm. Sonarika leaned back, putting her hands behind her. She used the new leverage to fuck Hemant harder. She rose and lowered her body with so much grace. She was almost like an athlete. And that is what made her moments with Hemant so special , in the past , when she had her intense sex sessions with Rocky , her physical traits and health detoriated. She was erratic and rash as sex was the driving force of their relationship. In a way Sonarika accepted the reality that her relationship with Rocky was just a slave mentality where sex was just about the male pleasure and the female pleasure only mattered when the lover's spunk was shot in her. But the relationship with Hemant changed her perspective. How Hemant showed that sex is something both of genders should enjoy was a unique thing for her at that time. Fast forward to right now. Every movement of her hips was perfectly crafted to elicit the most incredible of sensations through his body.
Hemant watched as her juicy melons bounced with every movement she made, wanting nothing more than to taste them within his mouth. Sonarika must have read his mind. She can see his puppy dog eyes from a mile away. And she loved doing this to him. Because despite the ups and downs in their lives , physically and mentally. One thing has always stayed a constant , and that was Hemant's deep horniness to her naked breasts. She could feel him hardening a bit further seeing her boobs swaying in her movements. She always loved the way he would worship and savor her tits. As if it is some important treasure for him , hell all of her is a treasure for him but her boobs , they make him weak and horny and she loved seeing his face watching her tits. She leaned forward putting her breasts in his face. Hemant didn't waste a moment as he quickly sucked and licked away at the gorgeous and fleshy pair.
"Hmm....you and your hungriness for my tits.....its sometimes very corny!"
"Mmmm....I cannot help it Sona.....you have the most perfect breasts!!"
Sonarika moaned in response as she continued to pop her cunt on his cock. She rose off of him and turned around. Her luscious and meaty ass was now pointing in his direction. Sonarika looked over her shoulder with a sexy smile as she lowered her pussy on his cock once more. Hemant groaned as he saw the entire length of his cock disappear into her. When Hemant was fully imbedded in her, Sonarika swished her ass from side to side, causing him to moan even louder. She rose and lowered herself, using her hands as leverage. Her wet and tight cunt giving him so much pleasure he felt that he would faint from it. She fucked him in one smooth motion. He was impressed at how her body moved and the way she would squeezed his cock with her wonderful cunt muscles. She was made to fuck and be fucked. For life she was all his to enjoy he thought in his head again wishing the fate and the universe for bringing her to his life.
Hemant watched in amazement as the globes of her ass shook with the movements of their fucking.
"AH, ah, ah!!" Sonarika moaned in immense pleasure.
"FUCK me Hemant.. Fuck me!" Sonarika screamed.
Begging and urging Hemant on. She took the entirety of his length inside and began just grinding her clit into his pelvis.
"OHHHHHHHHH HEMANT!! AHHH! YOU'RE MY MAN!!!" She screamed at the ceiling.
"Cum for me, cum for me Sona. Please Cum." Hemant begged her, egging her on.
"YES! YES! YES!" Sonarika screamed as her orgasm ransacked through her body.
Hemant tossed his head back as her cunt lips squeezed his cock in a bloody grip.
"OHHHHH YESSSS MY SOOONNNAAAA!!" Hemant screamed as his cock exploded into her.
Hemant felt the cum shooting straight out of him and right into Sonarika. He couldn't stop cumming. More and more cream seemed to pour out of him and into her. The feeling was all the more incredible for Sonarika. She always loved the way Hemant used to cum , despite in his weak days , that was another part that stayed constant. Him cumming like a cannon , firing his spunk like big cannon spurts of babymaker into her hitting her sensitive and sweet walls inside with such velocity her nerves simply go off activating an automatic orgasm in her body. Hemant could feel her cumming again as more and more of his seed mingled with her pussy juices. It was that one aspect that made Hemant stand out ahead of both Rocky and Vikram is that Hemant can make her orgasm atleast once even if he is in his most weakest with his cumshots.
But lately , Hemant has indeed became an absolute stud in bed in Sonarika's eyes. Despite of their early days memories still fresh in her mind because of the memorable moments. Sonarika feels Hemant has deeply improved his sexual performance lately. What was once just a single orgasm for each session in his bad days has now evolved into multiple ones for each sessions. Even now she was shocked that Hemant did something he haven't done for like a decade and doing it like a pro.
When they were done and spent, Sonarika turned herself around and settled her head against Hemant's chest. They kissed while they recovered. Enjoying the post orgasmic glow of being together. He kissed her forehead, not caring that it was sleek with sweat.
"Wow....I really needed that" Hemant said.
"Anytime for you hubby....but don't even think this is it" Sonarika said with a giggle.
"Damn....my wife is in the mood today"
"Well....its not every day you get the house for yourself"
"day?"
"I thought you knew? Anjali is going with her friends for a much needed break from studies and Karan has extra sports activities in his institution after his classes today....so both of them will return home only by evening which means..."
"Which means you and I will have some private times in this home after all..."
Both of them embraced as Hemant continued.
"I hope I did well right now"
"You did more than well Hemant.....I finally got to sit in your face....I was afraid I was going to choke you"
"Believe me Sona....if death comes that way...I will happily accept it"
"Don't say that"
"Just saying baby....I always love your flesh enveloping my face"
"To me it seems like you were more interested in my boobs"
"That I definitely was.....what can I say. They are.....hypnotic"
"I like that....I like it how you look at them like a hungry puppy"
"I cannot help it Sona....they are one of your highlights of your body"
"Really? Its that good?"
"Obviously.....your boobs are big and full of life.....sometimes I wish I could suck them all day"
"I know about that......don't think I've forgotten what you've done during my labor months"
Hemant blushed , Sonarika loved seeing him do that. It made him stand out from other men as she continued.
"The way you sucked my breast dry that time. I was worried for Karan as I thought you were going to continue drink me after his birth!"
"Stop it Sona , it was an embarassing thing to do then. I admit I went overboard , but I have learned to not risk it anymore"
"Nothing about that was risky Hemant , you loved drinking me , and I let it. Plus , I loved every moment of that"
"You did"
"Of course , its not every time your husband wanted to drink your milk for that matter"
"Stop it Sona , I am feeling embarassed"
Sonarika giggled in response as silence followed them for few minutes. They didn't anything as both of them looked at each other in the eyes. Hemant enjoyed the staring contest between them but after some time , he broke the silence.
"Are we going to keep staring for the rest of the day?"
"Why not , I can always lose myself into your eyes Hemant"
"Well its the opposite for me"
"How so?"
"Because in your eyes , I see the world. The world I am a part of"
Sonarika didn't say anything. She was overwhelmed by her husband's words. The love and guilt in her heart giving her pain and comfort at the same time.
"Hemant....you are too good for me....sometimes I feel I don't deserve you"
"The feeling is mutual Sona.....in the early days....even sometimes now....I think of myself as the most fortunate one to have a woman like you.......the woman who brought so much light and energy to me in my life....."
Sonarika stopped his talk pressing her finger to his lips. She couldn't hear it anymore , she simply won't. Especially after the overwhelming guilt she has in her. She didn't want to think about Vikram and the broken future ahead , she wanted Hemant , right now at this moment.
"Enough my love.....we don't have whole day....I need to feel you again..."
"Wel....I am definitely thankful that I have a wife who initiates to feel me"
"Stop talking mister......."
"Make me lady"
And Sonarika knew just how to shut him up. Her lips enveloped his like a wave convergence. It only took a few swirls from her tongue and Hemant's cock was waking up from its slumber again. Her hands immediately got hold of it and started its rough movements to really wake it up. And then witin no time Hemant was rock hard as Sonarika smirked.
"Looks like my husband wants some more of me!!"
She quickly pounced onto his lap and kissed him once more. She grabbed his dick in a vice grip and pointed it at the opening of her already filled up pussy. She was breathing hard.
"I will always want more of you Sona!!!"
Hemant said as he felt her beginning to lower her pussy over the crown of his cock.
"I know....and I will always need.....this!"
Saying that , Sonarika lowered her body, taking all of his cock deep into her cunt.
"AHHHH!!" She screamed as he groaned loudly.
Sonarika and Hemant looked at each other as the milfy wife's hip began gyrating on her husband's lap. She was so damn hot and wet , already filled with his spunk , she made it hard for him to keep his focus. He wrapped his hands around her and grabbed the globes of her ass, as he lifted his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth.
"AHHH YES HEMANT KEEP SUCKING MY BOOBS!!! I LOVE IT WHEN YOU SUCK IT BABY AAHHH!!!"
Sonarika moaned to the roof. Her hips were moving much faster. She was going up and down and then rocking her body side to side to continue to gain new sensations, create new friction and have her husband's cock enter her at different angles. His head was swimming with desire. Hemant began pushing his dick farther into her. He switched over and took her other nipple in his mouth. Her skin smelled of lavender and tasted like cherries just like her perfume fragrance in the morning despite of the sweat that covered her. Her pussy was warm and tight. Her ass was voluptuous and soft to the touch. For Hemant it was an equivalent to have had died and gone to heaven.
"Ahhh! Hemant you've already getting me close honey AHHH!!!" Sonarika announced.
Hemant looked up at her and felt his dick harden as he saw the incredible look on her face as she fucked him for all he was worth.
"AH, ah, ah, ah." Sonarika made the most wonderful sounds as the passion rose in her chest.
Her body was covered in new sweat over the dried up ones and it just seemed to make her more desirable for Hemant.
"AHHH! Hemant!!! BABY!!! I AM GETTING THERE HONEY!!! AHH!!!!!"
Hemant could feel just how close she was. He licked both of her nipples one more time and sped his hips into her.
"I'm cumming, i'm cumming!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Hemant watched in awe as his gorgeous wife came hard all over again. Her entire body was wracked by spasms and her pussy tightened his cock in sweet, delicious pain. He continued to pump into her enjoying the feel of her cunt as it orgasmed hard. Before she had even fully recovered, he spun them around. Hemant laid her down on the bed and got on top of her. He quickly readjusted and drove his cock to the hilt. Hemant laid atop of her bountiful chest and returned his lips to kissing the sweetest tasting lips in his life. Hemant was now fucking her and from the way that Sonarika's nails were digging into his back, I could tell she enjoyed the reversal.
"Damn, Sona!" Hemant moaned as his hips sped into her pussy that was drenched.
"KEEP DOING ME HEMANT!!! AHHHH THIS FEELS SO GOOD HONEY!!!!! AHH!!" She told him again.
Hemant smiled at her as his cock pushed harder and deeper into her. She locked her legs around his waist pulling him deeper into her. Their lips met again. Their tongues playing and rubbing each other. He could feel the heat radiating off of her skin and he loved every instant of it. Her arms were wrapped around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss they were fervently sharing.
"AHHH!" He loved her moans.
Hemant pulled his cock out of her, loving the look of shocked outrage that played across her features. He turned her around so that her ass was now pointed at him. Sonarika lay her upper body on the bed as Hemant penetrated her from behind.
"AHHHH!" They both moaned at the same time.
Hemant tightened his grip on her hips and started fucking her with a fervor he did not know he had until this point.
"AHHH!!! HEMANT YOU'RE TAKING ME THERE AGAIN BABY!!!! YESSS BABY DO ME HARD BABY!!!! AHH HEMANT DON'T STOP HONEY AHHH!!!!!"
Sonarika shouted as Hemant fucked her passionately. His orgasm was nearing ever closer. Hemant wrapped his hand around Sonarika's body and found her clit protruding. He flicked the little nub with his fingers.
"YESSS HEMANT YESS!!!! I AM CUMMING HONEY!!!!!"
Sonarika shouted as she was hit by another orgasm. Feeling her tight, wet pussy get even tighter and wetter was all it took to send him over the edge.
"AHHH SONA!!!!!!!"
Hemant yelled out as the cum jumped from his cock and ran straight into Sonarika's pussy. He felt the cum leave him and his entire body jump at the feeling of joy and excitement as he filled his lovely wife with all of the cum again.
Hemant collapsed to the side of the bed still embracing her as they both recovered from their orgasmic bliss. Even though it was a wonderful moment of intimacy for them , but for Sonarika , she treated this as a fear it will be her last with Hemant. A one last ride of pleasure with her husband before everything burns to the ground.
The day unfolded like a forgotten melody, tender and familiar. They brewed coffee together in the kitchen, bumping hips playfully as steam rose between them. Hemant teased her about the way she still pronounced 'espresso' wrong, and she mock-punched his arm, laughing in a way she hadn’t in weeks. He took her hand then and twirled her around the living room, music playing softly from an old speaker. Hemant was never a dancer , one time he danced with Karan and Sonarika laughed until that night from the ridiculousness of it , but Hemant moved Sonarika as she enjoyed the moment with him. She melted into his arms, the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his skin both comforting and devastating. Her fingers lingered on his collarbone a little too long, memorizing it like one memorizes the fading pages of a book they love. Every kiss they shared felt heavier, deeper, as if she were pouring her soul into each one.
They made lunch together, feeding each other spoonfuls of spicy dal and rice, laughing when she over-salted the curry. He wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumb, looking at her like she was still the woman he fell in love with in the darkest corner of his life. They sat close on the balcony afterward, watching the Mumbai skyline shimmer through the humidity. She leaned on his shoulder, her fingers tracing circles on his palm, savoring the silence that needed no words. For a moment, her heart screamed for her to stop — to forget Jabalpur, to forget Vikram, to choose this life again. But it was too late for that. The truth had already taken root in her, and all she could do now was live these fleeting hours like a borrowed dream.
By late afternoon, their flirty banter turned tender, lips meeting more hungrily, bodies remembering a rhythm long neglected. They lay tangled in soft bedsheets, her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat — the same beat that would soon crack beneath her truth. He stroked her hair absentmindedly, whispering things about old trips, silly moments from their early marriage, his dreams for their son. She held him tighter, hiding her tears in the crook of his neck, kissing him again and again, desperate to hold onto this feeling. In that moment, there was no affair, no betrayal — just the illusion of love unbroken.
As twilight painted the walls in soft orange, Sonarika watched Hemant from across the room, wearing a tank top, laughing while talking on his phone, the way he always did. Her chest ached. This was the man who had chosen her every single day for ten years, who loved her with a heart she no longer deserved. And still, she had given herself to another. Some time in the very near future, she would tell him. She would watch his world collapse and his eyes go dim with disbelief. But not today. Today, she had given him happiness — the kind of happiness he would remember when she will no longer be in his heart.
The calm of the evening was gently broken by the sound of the front door clicking open, followed by Anjali’s voice echoing through the apartment.
"I hope you never recommend me movies Bhaiya....whatever we saw was terrible!”
She called out teasingly, kicking off her sandals as she stepped inside. Karan came rushing in behind her, his backpack swinging wildly.
"Mumma, I got first prize in ball throw!!"
He shouted with glee, wrapping his arms around Sonarika’s waist. She smiled and hugged him tightly, her heart both swelling with pride and sinking with dread. Hemant joined them, ruffling Karan’s hair and trading playful jabs with Anjali, who was already teasing him about his poor movie choices. The house returned to its usual rhythm — loud, warm, chaotic — a family in full bloom, unaware of the storm silently forming within its walls.
After dinner, laughter still hung in the air as everyone retreated to their rooms. Sonarika helped Karan brush his teeth and tucked him in, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. Anjali waved a goodnight from her room, already lost in her phone. When she finally returned to the bedroom, Hemant was fast asleep, his body turned toward her, his face peaceful in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. She sat beside him quietly, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. The weight of her secret pressed harder now, heavier than ever. Her fingers brushed his hair back gently, as if committing his features to memory. The man lying next to her had done nothing but love her — deeply, selflessly, without question. And she would be the one to take it all away. Her eyes welled up, but no tears fell. Instead, she lay down beside him, curling into his warmth, silently whispering apologies into the dark, knowing that this moment — this calm, complete night — would be one of the last they ever shared like this.
(CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)
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