06-09-2025, 12:28 AM
Chapter 60: Cascade Currents
The waterfall’s mist wove a shimmering curtain around Nivi and Vikram, its cool spray kissing their skin as they stood in the pool, the forest’s dense canopy scattering sunlight into golden flecks across the water’s surface.
Nivi’s lace bra and panties clung like a second skin, the fabric translucent against her full breasts, nipples sharp from the chill, water tracing delicate paths down her curves like an artist’s brush.
Vikram’s boxers hugged his lean frame, his muscles taut from the cold, his erection a quiet undercurrent they’d both felt during their rocky navigation.
Raghavan lounged on the shore, his gaze a steady pulse of approval, silently orchestrating this moment of connection. He’s letting me breathe, letting me shine, Nivi thought, her skin tingling with the water’s touch and the thrill of being seen.
Anand buried me in silence; here, I’m alive, drawing eyes and voices.
Vikram adjusted his stance, water swirling around his waist, his voice soft but clear over the cascade’s hum.
“You’re holding up well, Nivi—most guests would be shivering by now.” His smile was shy, his eyes flicking to hers before settling on the rippling pool, a trace of admiration in his gaze.
Nivi laughed, the sound bright against the rocks, her body easing into the water’s rhythm, the cold now a refreshing pulse rather than a shock. “I’m tougher than I look, Vikram. This place is unreal—it’s like the water’s waking me up. What’s the deal with it? You mentioned minerals before.”
He nodded, enthusiasm warming his tone as he scooped a handful of water, letting it spill through his fingers, catching the light.
“This waterfall’s fed by springs deep in the hills. It’s packed with stuff like magnesium and calcium—natural healers. The locals swear by it, say it smooths your skin, eases tension. I’ve seen guests come here all wound up from city life and leave looking like they’ve shed years. You’re already glowing, though.”
His words carried a gentle compliment, his eyes meeting hers briefly, a subtle flirtation wrapped in facts.
Nivi tilted her head back, letting the spray dance across her face, a soft hum escaping as the minerals prickled her skin like tiny sparks.
“Glowing, huh? You’re good at this guide thing—making me feel special already. Seriously, though, it’s like the water’s scrubbing away all the stress. What’s your trick for staying so chill out here? You seem right at home.”
Vikram chuckled, a warm sound that mingled with the water’s rush, his hand brushing a droplet from his brow. “Chill? Not always. This place helps, though.
I grew up not far from here—used to sneak off to these trails as a kid, splashing around with my cousins. The water’s like a reset button—calms the nerves, loosens you up. Magnesium’s great for that, by the way; it relaxes muscles.
You look like you’re feeling it already—pretty natural out here.” His tone was easy, his glance lingering on her smile, a hint of warmth in his words.
She grinned, swaying slightly in the current, her body relaxed, the initial tension of their closeness fading into a comfortable rhythm.
“Natural, huh? High praise from a forest pro. I’m just a city girl trying to keep up. Any secrets to this place? Like, old stories or hidden spots?”
Vikram’s eyes lit up, his posture opening as he leaned against a smooth rock, the water lapping at his chest. “Oh, tons.
The locals say this spring’s got a spirit—some old tale about a goddess who blessed it for lovers who bathe together. Brings luck, they claim. But the real magic’s the water itself—calcium strengthens your bones, and the flow’s like a natural massage. I’ve guided people here who say it’s better than a spa.
You’re from the city—what’s your escape when you’re not diving into waterfalls?”
Nivi paused, her fingers trailing through the water, the question pulling at her guard. She kept it light, her voice playful.
“Escape? Honestly, it’s been books lately—something to quiet the noise. Work’s a lot—numbers, deadlines, people. This trip’s different, though. It’s like I’m finding new pieces of myself. How’d you end up doing both jobs—service boy and trekker? That’s a wild mix.”
He laughed, a genuine sound that echoed off the rocks, his hand steadying her as a small wave pushed her closer.
“Wild’s right. I started at the resort to help my family—my dad’s a farmer, and crops aren’t always reliable. Serving breakfast and coffee was steady, but I’d sneak out to the trails whenever I could. Loved the forest too much. So I trained as a guide, learned the paths, the plants. Now I do both—room service in the morning, trails when guests like you want an adventure.
Keeps things interesting. What about you? Accounting sounds intense—what’s the best part?”
Nivi’s smile softened, their conversation weaving a thread of connection, her body swaying in the water as she answered.
“Best part? When everything balances—feels like solving a puzzle. But it’s the people I work with who make it fun. They’re like a second family, always joking, keeping me on my toes. You must meet all sorts out here. Any crazy guest stories?”
Vikram grinned, his eyes sparkling as he splashed a small wave her way, playful but gentle. “Plenty. There was this one guy who tried to climb a tree for a better photo—nearly broke his arm.
Or a couple who got lost chasing a butterfly. But honestly, moments like this are my favorite—showing someone like you what the forest can do.
The water’s got anti-inflammatory stuff—great for sore joints. You seem like you carry a lot—work, life. You okay out there in the city?”
His question caught her off guard, the sincerity in his tone tugging at her. She splashed back lightly, keeping the mood buoyant.
“Okay enough. Life’s messy sometimes, but I’m figuring it out. This place helps—makes me feel... free. What about you? Ever dream of leaving these trails for something bigger?”
Vikram’s expression turned thoughtful, his hand brushing water from his face, his voice quieter. “Sometimes. I’d love to see other forests—maybe the Himalayas, or even abroad. But this is home, you know? My family’s nearby, and I like showing guests the magic here. You’re different, though—bold, jumping in like this. Most stick to the resort pool. You always this adventurous?”
Nivi laughed, the sound mingling with the waterfall’s hum, her body closer now as the current nudged them together. “Adventurous? I’m learning to be. This trip’s pushing me to try new things. You’re good at this, Vikram—making people feel at ease. What’s the best thing you’ve learned from guiding?”
He smiled, his eyes meeting hers, a subtle warmth in his gaze as he answered. “Listening to people. Everyone’s got a story—some are loud, some quiet. Like you—you’ve got this energy, like you’re breaking out of something.
The water helps with that; it’s like a cleanse, physically and mentally. Feel the tingle? That’s the minerals working.” His words carried a gentle flirtation, praising her without crossing lines, his presence steady as they stood close.
Their conversation flowed like the water, Nivi sharing bits about her love for late-night chai and office banter, Vikram recounting a childhood memory of finding a hidden cave nearby. The flirtation stayed soft, woven into his compliments—“You make this place brighter”—and her teasing responses—“Careful, you’ll make me want to stay here forever.”
Raghavan watched from the shore, his gaze a quiet anchor, allowing her this moment of connection. He’s letting me be me, not just his queen, she thought, her skin alive with the water’s touch and their easy rapport. I’m seen, not just desired— and it’s thrilling.
Nivi and Vikram lingered in the waterfall’s cool embrace, their chatter a vibrant current, Raghavan’s presence a distant spark.
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The waterfall’s mist wove a shimmering curtain around Nivi and Vikram, its cool spray kissing their skin as they stood in the pool, the forest’s dense canopy scattering sunlight into golden flecks across the water’s surface.
Nivi’s lace bra and panties clung like a second skin, the fabric translucent against her full breasts, nipples sharp from the chill, water tracing delicate paths down her curves like an artist’s brush.
Vikram’s boxers hugged his lean frame, his muscles taut from the cold, his erection a quiet undercurrent they’d both felt during their rocky navigation.
Raghavan lounged on the shore, his gaze a steady pulse of approval, silently orchestrating this moment of connection. He’s letting me breathe, letting me shine, Nivi thought, her skin tingling with the water’s touch and the thrill of being seen.
Anand buried me in silence; here, I’m alive, drawing eyes and voices.
Vikram adjusted his stance, water swirling around his waist, his voice soft but clear over the cascade’s hum.
“You’re holding up well, Nivi—most guests would be shivering by now.” His smile was shy, his eyes flicking to hers before settling on the rippling pool, a trace of admiration in his gaze.
Nivi laughed, the sound bright against the rocks, her body easing into the water’s rhythm, the cold now a refreshing pulse rather than a shock. “I’m tougher than I look, Vikram. This place is unreal—it’s like the water’s waking me up. What’s the deal with it? You mentioned minerals before.”
He nodded, enthusiasm warming his tone as he scooped a handful of water, letting it spill through his fingers, catching the light.
“This waterfall’s fed by springs deep in the hills. It’s packed with stuff like magnesium and calcium—natural healers. The locals swear by it, say it smooths your skin, eases tension. I’ve seen guests come here all wound up from city life and leave looking like they’ve shed years. You’re already glowing, though.”
His words carried a gentle compliment, his eyes meeting hers briefly, a subtle flirtation wrapped in facts.
Nivi tilted her head back, letting the spray dance across her face, a soft hum escaping as the minerals prickled her skin like tiny sparks.
“Glowing, huh? You’re good at this guide thing—making me feel special already. Seriously, though, it’s like the water’s scrubbing away all the stress. What’s your trick for staying so chill out here? You seem right at home.”
Vikram chuckled, a warm sound that mingled with the water’s rush, his hand brushing a droplet from his brow. “Chill? Not always. This place helps, though.
I grew up not far from here—used to sneak off to these trails as a kid, splashing around with my cousins. The water’s like a reset button—calms the nerves, loosens you up. Magnesium’s great for that, by the way; it relaxes muscles.
You look like you’re feeling it already—pretty natural out here.” His tone was easy, his glance lingering on her smile, a hint of warmth in his words.
She grinned, swaying slightly in the current, her body relaxed, the initial tension of their closeness fading into a comfortable rhythm.
“Natural, huh? High praise from a forest pro. I’m just a city girl trying to keep up. Any secrets to this place? Like, old stories or hidden spots?”
Vikram’s eyes lit up, his posture opening as he leaned against a smooth rock, the water lapping at his chest. “Oh, tons.
The locals say this spring’s got a spirit—some old tale about a goddess who blessed it for lovers who bathe together. Brings luck, they claim. But the real magic’s the water itself—calcium strengthens your bones, and the flow’s like a natural massage. I’ve guided people here who say it’s better than a spa.
You’re from the city—what’s your escape when you’re not diving into waterfalls?”
Nivi paused, her fingers trailing through the water, the question pulling at her guard. She kept it light, her voice playful.
“Escape? Honestly, it’s been books lately—something to quiet the noise. Work’s a lot—numbers, deadlines, people. This trip’s different, though. It’s like I’m finding new pieces of myself. How’d you end up doing both jobs—service boy and trekker? That’s a wild mix.”
He laughed, a genuine sound that echoed off the rocks, his hand steadying her as a small wave pushed her closer.
“Wild’s right. I started at the resort to help my family—my dad’s a farmer, and crops aren’t always reliable. Serving breakfast and coffee was steady, but I’d sneak out to the trails whenever I could. Loved the forest too much. So I trained as a guide, learned the paths, the plants. Now I do both—room service in the morning, trails when guests like you want an adventure.
Keeps things interesting. What about you? Accounting sounds intense—what’s the best part?”
Nivi’s smile softened, their conversation weaving a thread of connection, her body swaying in the water as she answered.
“Best part? When everything balances—feels like solving a puzzle. But it’s the people I work with who make it fun. They’re like a second family, always joking, keeping me on my toes. You must meet all sorts out here. Any crazy guest stories?”
Vikram grinned, his eyes sparkling as he splashed a small wave her way, playful but gentle. “Plenty. There was this one guy who tried to climb a tree for a better photo—nearly broke his arm.
Or a couple who got lost chasing a butterfly. But honestly, moments like this are my favorite—showing someone like you what the forest can do.
The water’s got anti-inflammatory stuff—great for sore joints. You seem like you carry a lot—work, life. You okay out there in the city?”
His question caught her off guard, the sincerity in his tone tugging at her. She splashed back lightly, keeping the mood buoyant.
“Okay enough. Life’s messy sometimes, but I’m figuring it out. This place helps—makes me feel... free. What about you? Ever dream of leaving these trails for something bigger?”
Vikram’s expression turned thoughtful, his hand brushing water from his face, his voice quieter. “Sometimes. I’d love to see other forests—maybe the Himalayas, or even abroad. But this is home, you know? My family’s nearby, and I like showing guests the magic here. You’re different, though—bold, jumping in like this. Most stick to the resort pool. You always this adventurous?”
Nivi laughed, the sound mingling with the waterfall’s hum, her body closer now as the current nudged them together. “Adventurous? I’m learning to be. This trip’s pushing me to try new things. You’re good at this, Vikram—making people feel at ease. What’s the best thing you’ve learned from guiding?”
He smiled, his eyes meeting hers, a subtle warmth in his gaze as he answered. “Listening to people. Everyone’s got a story—some are loud, some quiet. Like you—you’ve got this energy, like you’re breaking out of something.
The water helps with that; it’s like a cleanse, physically and mentally. Feel the tingle? That’s the minerals working.” His words carried a gentle flirtation, praising her without crossing lines, his presence steady as they stood close.
Their conversation flowed like the water, Nivi sharing bits about her love for late-night chai and office banter, Vikram recounting a childhood memory of finding a hidden cave nearby. The flirtation stayed soft, woven into his compliments—“You make this place brighter”—and her teasing responses—“Careful, you’ll make me want to stay here forever.”
Raghavan watched from the shore, his gaze a quiet anchor, allowing her this moment of connection. He’s letting me be me, not just his queen, she thought, her skin alive with the water’s touch and their easy rapport. I’m seen, not just desired— and it’s thrilling.
Nivi and Vikram lingered in the waterfall’s cool embrace, their chatter a vibrant current, Raghavan’s presence a distant spark.
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