30-08-2025, 04:57 PM
Chapter 19 The Relieve
The cab ride home felt disconnected. Meera felt the cool, smooth leather of the seat against the backs of her thighs. She watched the city lights streak past the window, but the images didn't really register in her mind. All she could focus on was the warm, tingling spot on her wrist where Arjun's fingers had been. She could still feel the solid pressure of his knees pressing against hers under the small table. A heavy, excited feeling sat in her chest, just below her throat. Her body felt awake and sensitive. A low, persistent throbbing had started between her legs in the coffee shop and hadn't stopped. It was a constant physical reminder of his words, the way he looked at her, and the silent agreement they had made. A small voice in the back of her head whispered that this was wrong, but it was quiet, easily drowned out by the much louder feeling of raw want and the powerful need to keep this thrilling secret.
The cab stopped. She paid and walked into her building, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She put her key in the lock, the metal cold in her warm hand. The door swung open.
Aaryan: “Mamma! You came back! Did you bring balloon?”
He ran to her, his small body crashing into her legs. She bent down, her heart suddenly squeezing tight. A sharp, painful feeling of guilt hit her as she hugged him, pulling his small, warm body close. She breathed in his smell, a mix of baby shampoo and the faint, sweet scent of his skin. Her voice came out higher than normal. “Not today, beta. Next time, promise.”
Rajiv appeared from the living room. He was smiling. “Welcome back. Aarti got what she needed?” His tone was easy, casual.
A lie. She just had to lie. She smiled, a tight feeling in her cheeks. “Haan, haan… finally settled on a dress.” She turned away from him to take off her sandals, focusing on the buckle, avoiding his eyes. “It took some time.” Underneath the simple words, the memory of the afternoon pulsed through her like an electric current. She could feel the ghost of Arjun's hand on the bare skin of her back. She felt the pressure of his knees again. The silent, powerful nod she gave him replayed in her mind. It all hummed just under her skin, a secret rhythm only she could feel. Her face felt hot. She was intensely aware of her own body, of the dampness in her cotton panties.
The evening continued as it always did, but Meera felt like she was watching herself from far away. She served dinner, the steam from the warm dishes rising into the air, but the heat felt distant on her skin. She laughed at Aaryan’s silly stories, but the sound felt empty and fake to her own ears. She put him to bed, her hand automatically moving in circles on his small back while her mind replayed Arjun’s whispered words: “I have not exploded the way I did yesterday… in your thoughts.” Each time she remembered, a fresh wave of heat spread through her lower belly, making the throbbing between her legs stronger. She had to shift her position on the edge of his bed, pressing her thighs together to create some pressure.
Later, in their bedroom, Rajiv talked about his mother’s blood pressure pills and a cousin who was coming to visit. Meera nodded. She made the right sounds, “Hmm,” “Achaa,” “Theek hee,” but her mind was somewhere else entirely. Her phone was lying face-down on her bedside table. It felt like it was vibrating with a silent energy. She had seen the small green light blinking when she came home. A message. From him. The waiting was a physical feeling, a tight, throbbing need deep in her lower stomach.
She was wearing an old, light blue nightie. It was made of thin cotton and had a pattern of tiny white flowers on it. It was soft from being washed so many times. It was usually comfortable, but tonight it felt different. Every small movement made the fabric brush over her skin. It was a constant, subtle feeling that reminded her of the arousal that had been building since the coffee shop. The cotton felt like a gentle rub over her nipples, which were still hard and sensitive. She could also feel it against the wetness between her legs.
Finally, Rajiv’s breathing became deep and even. He was asleep. The room was dark, lit only by a little orange light from the street coming through the curtains. Meera’s body was tense with need. Last night had been her own private fantasy. Tonight was different. He knew. He knew she had touched herself thinking of him. He had told her, in detail, about his own climax. He had described the images of her – in her grey t-shirt, her white pants, her plain white cotton panties – that had made him do it.
Her mind, hot with need, created the picture he must have seen. Herself, lying back. The simple white cotton of her panties would be pulled tight over the soft, rounded shape of her pubic bone. The fabric would show the outline of her lips underneath, the gentle swell of her vulva. She imagined the cotton getting wet, a darker patch forming where her wetness was soaking through, sticking to the curls beneath. Her inner thighs, smooth and pale, would be slightly apart. The skin there was soft. She thought of Arjun imagining this, of his eyes on that specific, private part of her, and a strong shiver went through her. The image was not polite or careful; it was raw, sexual, and only for him.
She waited a few more minutes, listening to make sure Rajiv was really asleep. Then, with a hand that shook a little, she reached for the phone. The screen lit up her face in the dark. One message.
Arjun: Meera...
Just her name. But it felt full of meaning. It was a call. A demand to join him in their shared, secret sexual space. Her breath caught in her throat. She lay back on her pillows. The soft cotton of her nighty whispered over her skin as she moved, making her shiver. What could she say? Her mind was empty of words, full of physical feelings. She typed one shaky word.
Meera: Arjun..
She saw his status change to ‘online’. He had seen her message. The three dots appeared to show he was typing. Then they disappeared. They appeared again. Then vanished. No message came. The silence was painful. What was he typing and deleting?
Meera: Kya huva Arjun? (What happened Arjun?)
He replied right away, as if he had been waiting for her to ask.
Arjun: Meera,
She felt a jolt. He was having trouble. He wanted to say something deeply sexual, something that would cross another line.
Meera: Say Arjun, kya hua tujhe? (Say Arjun, what happened to you?)
Arjun: Meera,
Meera: Haan Meera he hoon… Kya hua? (Yes, it is Meera… What happened?)
She tried to sound light, but the sexual tension made her words feel heavy.
After a pause, the message came.
Arjun: "I don’t know why, but something in my mind is making me feel heavy, Meera." A spike of worry went through her, mixed with a dark, thrilling curiosity.
Meera: Arjun kya, what's disturbing you?
Arjun: "Disturbance nahee, it's making me feel heavy." (Not disturbance, it's making me feel heavy.)
Meera: "Kyaa Bhoj udaaya?" (What burden are you carrying?) She tried to make it a joke, to give him a way out, even though her own body was tight with anticipation.
Arjun: Meera.....
Meera: Sorry Arjun, Teek he, tell me, Kya huvaa? (Sorry Arjun, alright, tell me, what happened?)
Arjun: "Bhoj nahee Meera, it's the heaviness from inside. I need to relieve it." (Not a burden, Meera, it's the heaviness from inside. I need to relieve it.)
She understood. The sexual tension that had been building, which had exploded into mutual confession today, was consuming him. He had taken care of it yesterday, but today’s events – the touches, the shared looks – had built it back up, stronger. He needed to do it again. And he was telling her. Directly. Her own need, a throbbing ache between her legs, got stronger. What did he want? What was he asking for? Silence hung between them, filled with her own frantic, sexual thoughts.
Arjun: "Meera I need to relieve the weight I am carrying now."
Meera: "Kya huva Arjun, tell me clearly, what weight are you carrying now? Kyaa bol rahe ho?" (What happened Arjun, tell me clearly, what weight are you carrying now? What are you saying?)
Arjun: "Weight nahee but softness..." (Not weight but softness...)
Her breath caught. Softness. He was talking about her breast. The deliberate, accidental press of her soft breast against the hard bone of his elbow in the store. The memory of that contact sent a fresh, sharp bolt of pleasure to her core. Her nipples tightened and felt hard against the cotton nightie. She wanted him to say it. To be clear.
Meera: Tell Arjun, teek se bathaavo. kyaa huva thume? (Tell Arjun, explain properly. What happened to you?)
Arjun: "Today's memories are a sweet weight on my mind, Meera. I feel drowned in them." The reply was a little more careful, but the meaning was the same. He was drowning in desire for her.
Meera: "Pahale, weight, baad mein soft, abhi drowned? Kya ho gaya hai tumhe? Such bathaa, kahaan kho gaye hoo?" (First weight, then soft, now drowned? What has happened to you? Tell the truth, where are you lost?)
Arjun: "I am lost in the thoughts, Meera."
Meera: Which thoughts?
Arjun: "Thoughts about you. The time we spent together. The moments. Some are so precious, I am still living in that memory."
She knew. Her own thoughts were the same. The press of her breast, the touch of his hand on her back, the pressure of his knees.
Meera: Arjun, come out of those thoughts, please.
Arjun: "Still I can feel your softness on my elbow, Chandrika."
Hearing him say it so directly, using the pet name for her navel in this sexual way, made her gasp silently. She could actually feel the ghost of that pressure, the warmth of his skin. Her hand moved without her thinking to her own breast, cupping it through the nightie, feeling the hard point of her nipple.
She was silent, overwhelmed.
Arjun: "Meera,"
Meera: "Hmmmm...." It was a soft, breathy moan typed out. "Don’t think about all that, Arjun, you try to get some good sleep."
Arjun: "I think I will get my sleep only if I relieve myself."
She knew exactly what he meant.
Arjun: "I need it badly, Meera."
He can do it. He doesn’t need my permission. She thought to herself. Why is he telling me? But a deep, hungry part of her wanted him to need her permission. She wanted to know exactly what he needed from her.
Meera: Boolo Arjun, what you need? (Tell me Arjun, what do you need?)
Arjun: "I need......"
The typing indicator hovered. Meera’s sexual tension shot up. Her heart beat hard against her ribs. She pressed her thighs together tightly, the pressure sending a jolt through her.
Arjun: "I need to cum for you, Meera. In your thoughts."
The clear words, appearing on the screen in the dark room, shocked her. She had been expecting it, but seeing it written so plainly sent a violent, pleasurable shock through her body. Her whole body shuddered, a convulsive shake that made the bed creak a little. She quickly looked at Rajiv, but he was still asleep.
Arjun: Meera.
She couldn’t reply. Arousal made her fingers feel numb. She was drowning in it.
Arjun: Say something, Chandrika.
She remained silent, her mind screaming.
Arjun: "Chandrika."
That name. The name for her navel. It felt like a key turning in a lock deep inside her. She was pulled toward him.
Meera: "Arjun, really kya... what do you want to do? Tell me." Her message was a mix of weak protest and breathless encouragement.
Arjun: "I want to relieve it, Meera."
She wished him to explicitly say
Arjun: "In your thoughts, Chandrika."
Meera: "Ohh Arjun," Her body humming, sensations firing everywhere
Arjun: "Today you should know that I am doing it for you. In your thoughts."
She didn’t say anything. Her free hand, the one not holding the phone, moved slowly over her stomach, down over the blue cotton nightie, coming to rest on her thigh. The touch felt electric.
Arjun: Meera, I need you to know it, dear. That my boy is hard for you.
The words made her picture him. She imagined him in his room, maybe lying on his bed. His pants would be down around his thighs. His erection would be standing up, thick and hard. The skin would be smooth and tight, a deep color, darker at the tip where the head was swollen, wet with a drop of fluid. She could see veins along its length. His fingers would be wrapped around the base, his grip firm. The image was vivid, clear, and it made her clench inside with raw need.
Arjun: "Today I need you to know it, Chandrika. I need your permission. I need you to say it, Chandrika."
Her inner thoughts raced. Giving him clear permission would erase another line, would pull them into a new, even more intimate place. This was mutual, active sharing.
Arjun: Meera, can I?
She was silent, but her fingers hovered over the keypad. She typed a letter, deleted it. Typed another, paused.
Arjun: "Chandrika, you can also stop me."
No. I don’t want to stop him. I want him to do it. For me. Thinking of me. I want to know he is touching himself because of me, that he will come because of me.
Arjun: "Meera, please say something. Don't be silent, dear."
She didn’t know what to write. The tension inside her was unbearable.
Arjun: "Chandrika, please."
With shaking hands, her fingers trembling so badly she almost dropped the phone, she typed.
Meera: Arjun,
Arjun: "Tell me, Meera. Shall I? Give me the permission, dear."
She needed to give it. She wanted him to know how excited she was, how much this was affecting her.
Meera: "Hmmm...."
As she hit send, another full-body shudder went through her. It was a clear, unmistakable sound of yes.
Arjun: "Say it to me, Chandrika."
He knew she had given permission, but he wanted the words. He was making her say it, making her part of his act, of their shared act.
Meera: Arjun, kya huva abhi? (Arjun, what happened now?) She was stalling, her anxiety and arousal fighting.
Arjun: "Tell me, Meera. Give me the permission."
She could feel her own wetness soaking through her panties, a slick heat against her skin. Her free hand pressed harder against her inner thigh, then began to rub slowly, up and down, over the damp cotton of her nightie.
Meera: Arjun..
Arjun: "Say, Chandrika. Let me do it in thoughts of you."
Meera: Yes, Arjun.....
She typed it. Clearly. As she did, the hand on her thigh moved inward, pressing the heel of her palm firmly against the centre of her pleasure, rubbing in a slow, circular motion over the layers of fabric. The pressure felt good, driving her crazy.
Arjun: "Ohh my Chandrika, I really needed this. The boy really needed this."
My Chandrika. The possessiveness, the intimacy, sent another thrill through her. She wanted to go along with it, to react to his arousal, to feed it. A part of her was still hesitant, screaming about the risk, but it was being drowned out by the roaring need in her blood.
Arjun: "I am really in need of it, Chandrika. He is so hard for you. In your thoughts."
Meera: "Ohh Arjun," She was trying to play along, to give in to the current pulling her under. The line she had tried to hold was disappearing.
Arjun: "Yes, my Chandrika, he is so hard on your thoughts. I need to imagine you now."
What should I say? How can I help him? How can I join him in this? She felt a powerful urge to match her actions with his, to be a part of his fantasy.
Meera: Arjun.....
Arjun: "Say, Chandrika."
Meera changed her position on the bed, turning slightly away from Rajiv, curling onto her side.
Meera: dont know Arjun,
Arjun: "Say, dear."
This is wrong. This is so wrong. Rajiv is right here. What if he wakes up? But… Arjun is so hard for me… he needs me… I need this… The conflict was a sharp pain in her chest, but it was no match for the throbbing between her legs.
Meera: (With inner conflict tearing at her) asked him, "What are you doing, Arjun?"
Arjun: "Ohh my Meera, my boy is too hard now. For you."
She wanted to know more. The hardness was for her. The thought was powerful, intoxicating.
Arjun: "I have pulled my pants down and it is throbbing for you, dear. I am holding the base of my erection, thinking of you. I need to see you in my thoughts, Meera. Please help me, dear."
Meera was pressing her inner thighs together rhythmically now, her hand still applying firm pressure over her nightie. She was picturing him again, his naked penis in his hand. She could almost see the muscles in his forearm tightening as he began to move his hand.
Meera: Haaan, Arjun,
Arjun: "Tell me,"
Meera: "Kyaa, Arjun?"
Arjun: "I wish to see you, dear."
Meera: "No, Arjun, please don't ask me that. Please." The tension was back. This was too much.
Arjun: "Nahee, Meera, I wish to picturise you. I wish to imagine you now."
Meera: "Arjun.... kaise?" (Arjun.... how?)
Arjun: "What are you doing, Meera?"
She was pressing hard against herself now, her eyes closed. She didn’t reply.
Arjun: "Tell me, Chandrika."
After a reluctant pause, she typed, her movements frantic.
Meera: Math poocho, Arjun. (Don’t ask, Arjun.)
Arjun: "Are you touching yourself?"
Meera pressed down harder, a soft moan escaping her lips. She quickly stopped it, looking at Rajiv. Her knees were drawn up now, and her nightie had ridden up, exposing her thighs. The skin of her inner thighs rubbed together, a smooth, sensual feeling. Knowing Rajiv was sleeping right beside her made the sensation feel dangerous and thrilling.
Arjun: "Tell me, Meera. What are you doing now?"
She was losing control. This was becoming clearly mutual. She was silent, her breathing rough.
Arjun: "Are you touching there, Meera?" There. The word was obvious.
She didn’t answer. He needed to know. He needed to know if her fingers were on her pussy.
Arjun: "Meera.... Chandrika... touch there.... I know you need to touch yourself. Touch it for me, dear."
Meera’s sexual thoughts were a storm. Her need was a physical command.
Arjun: "Touch, dear, for me. Think how hard I am for you."
Meera: "Ohh Arjun......" Her fingers fumbled on the screen.
Arjun: "Meera, touch your pussy."
The clear word, appearing on her screen, was a final, shocking push. Her tension was unbearable.
Arjun: "Do it for me, dear."
Meera: "No, Arjun, I can't,, please," But even as she typed the no, the hand under her nightie slipped beneath the waistband of her panties. Her fingers met the wet, hot skin of her own vulva. She gasped, her eyes opening wide.
Arjun: "Meera, let's do it together, dear. You should know how hard I am for you."
Meera: "No, Arjun, I can't"
Arjun: "But why, dear? You don't wish to, Meera?"
I do! I do wish to! How can I tell him? Her thoughts wandered
Meera: "Arjun, Rajiv..." It was the only protest she could manage.
Arjun: "Come to the front room. There, on the sofa. Go there, dear."
Meera: "No, Arjun, please don't ask like that."
Arjun: "I will ask today, Meera. Please go there. Be alone for you. Be alone for me."
Go to the living room? Touch myself there while he does the same on the phone? Tell him clearly that I’m fingering myself for him? That my pussy is wet for him because his cock is hard for me? The conflict was huge, a war between what was right and a desire so deep it felt basic. But the desire was winning. It was a huge wave.
She straightened her legs, putting the phone down beside her. She lay in the dark, listening to Rajiv’s breathing, feeling the wet proof of her arousal on her fingers. The phone buzzed again. And again. The sound was a constant pull.
Her internal conflict was a scream, but her sexual desire was a roar. She was so curious. So desperately needy. She was dripping for him. She made a promise to herself: just tonight. This would be it. After this, she would avoid him, pull back. This would not happen again. But tonight… tonight she would do it. With him.
Slowly, silently, she pushed back the covers. She swung her bare feet onto the cool wooden floor. She stood up, her legs feeling weak. She picked up the buzzing phone. She took a step, then another, moving very slowly, scared of making a sound. The floor didn't creak. She reached the bedroom door, turned the knob with great care, and pulled it open just enough to slip through. She stood in the dark hallway, her heart pounding. She pulled the door closed, the click of the latch sounding very loud in the quiet. She froze, listening. Nothing. Rajiv still slept.
She walked on bare feet down the short hallway to the living room. The space was dark and full of shadows. She didn’t look at the phone. She went to the sofa and lay down on it, on her back, staring up at the dark ceiling. She was silent. She had crossed the line. The boundaries were gone. She knew how wet she was. She knew she was going to do it. She was going to touch herself for Arjun, and he was going to know. She picked up the phone, her decision made. The screen glowed in the darkness, lighting up her determined, aroused, and terrified face.