09-09-2025, 05:26 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-09-2025, 03:19 AM by ashuezy2. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
This is based on a real story of a couple living in South Delhi.
Names have been changed but the conversations are real and based on actual events.
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I do take 2-3 posts to build the story. So please be patient.
Act 1- Meet
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Location: Haldiram's, South Delhi.
The air is thick with the scent of spices and excited chatter. Raj, a man in his late twenties, sits somewhat stiffly with his parents. Across the table, Kavita, radiating a confident warmth, sits with hers. Her red salwar kameez accentuates her generous figure, drawing Raj’s gaze almost immediately to her prominent chest. She catches his eye and offers a soft, knowing smile.
Kavita’s Mother: "So, Raj beta, what do you do?"
Raj’s Father: "He's a software engineer, working for a big MNC. Very good package."
Kavita: (Leaning slightly forward, her smile widening just for Raj) "Oh, a software engineer! That's impressive. Long hours, I hear?"
Raj: (Feeling a blush creep up his neck, but unable to tear his eyes away from her) "Sometimes. But I enjoy it. It's challenging."
Kavita: "I can imagine. You must be very focused. Unlike some of us who just drift through life, right, Mummy?" (She winks playfully at her mother, then back at Raj.)
Kavita’s Mother: "Kavita! Don't be silly. She's a good girl, very artistic. Loves painting."
Raj’s Mother: "That's lovely! A creative mind. So different from our Raj, all numbers and logic."
Kavita: (Her voice dropping to a slightly husky whisper, meant only for Raj) "But sometimes, even logic needs a little... art, don't you think? To make things interesting?"
Raj: (His mouth suddenly a little dry) "Uh, yes. I suppose so."
A comfortable silence falls, but it's charged with an unspoken current between Raj and Kavita. Raj finds himself completely captivated. He'd come to this meeting with a checklist: good family, well-educated, decent looks. But Kavita was shattering that list with every glance, every subtle shift of her body. Her large, inviting breasts were a constant, mesmerizing presence beneath her outfit. He'd never seen a woman so effortlessly alluring, so openly aware of her own power.
Kavita’s Father: "So, Raj, any hobbies? Besides work, of course."
Raj: (Still reeling from Kavita's earlier remark, he struggles to regain his composure) "I… I like to read. And sometimes, I go for long drives."
Kavita: (Her eyes sparkling, a hint of playful mischief in them) "Long drives? Alone? Such a shame. Sometimes, the best journeys are shared, don't you agree? Especially when you have someone to... appreciate the scenery with." She gestures subtly with her hand, a movement that draws his eye down to her chest again.
Raj: (He swallows hard, a sudden warmth spreading through him. This wasn't just flirting; it felt like a direct invitation. He felt a primal pull he hadn't experienced before.) "Yes. Yes, I definitely agree."
Raj’s Mother: "Kavita, tell us more about your painting. What kind of art do you create?"
Kavita: "Oh, I mostly do abstracts. Lots of colors, lots of... expression. Sometimes, they're quite intense. Like emotions that can't be held back." She glances at Raj, a knowing glint in her eyes, as if sharing a secret only with him.
Raj felt a tremor go through him. She wasn't just talking about art; she was talking about desire, about passion. He saw it in her eyes, felt it in the way she leaned towards him, the subtle sway of her body. He had always been drawn to beauty, but Kavita was more than beautiful. She was intoxicating. Her confidence, her playful assertiveness, and the undeniable allure of her figure were a potent cocktail.
Raj: (Trying to sound casual, but his voice betraying his eagerness) "I'd... I'd love to see some of your work sometime."
Kavita: (A slow, deliberate smile spreading across her lips) "Oh, I'd be delighted to show you, Raj. Perhaps... in a more private setting? Where we can really appreciate the nuances."
Raj's heart pounded. He knew, with an absolute certainty, that he wanted this woman. He wanted her charm, her wit, her blatant sensuality. He wanted those curves, that confident gaze. He wanted everything she was silently offering. All his previous criteria for a wife seemed to vanish, replaced by an overwhelming, almost carnal, desire for Kavita. It felt like she had cast a spell, drawing him into her orbit with an effortless grace that was both thrilling and a little terrifying. This was it. This was the woman he was going to marry.
Raj’s Father: "Well, it seems like these two are getting along quite well!"
Kavita’s Mother: "Indeed! They have a good connection."
Raj could only nod, his gaze still fixed on Kavita, who was now subtly biting her lower lip, a gesture that sent a jolt of pure desire through him. He was completely hooked. His future, he felt, was laid out before him, wrapped in the intoxicating presence of Kavita.
Kavita: "Raj... could we maybe talk for a few minutes? Just the two of us?"
Raj: (Startled, but pleased) "Of course. Where?"
Kavita: (Smiling and addressing the table) "Uncle, Aunty... would you mind if Raj and I just sat at that table over there for a little while? There are a few things I'd like to ask him... you know, about the future."
Raj's Mother: "Oh, of course, beta! Please, go ahead. It's important you two get to know each other properly."
Kavita’s Father: "Yes, yes. Take your time."
Kavita stands, and as she does, she makes a point of smoothing down her kameez over her hips. She leads him to a small, slightly more secluded two-person table near a window. The moment they sit, the atmosphere shifts, becoming intensely intimate.
Raj: "So... what did you want to ask?"
Kavita: (She leans forward, resting her elbows on the table, which pushes her breasts up, making her cleavage even more pronounced) "Is this okay? Being away from them? I just feel... it’s hard to be honest with everyone watching."
Raj: "No, it's fine. It's better, actually. So... the future?"
Kavita: "Yes. The future. (She looks directly into his eyes, her gaze unwavering). Tell me, Raj, are you an adventurous person? Or do you prefer... routine?"
Raj: "I guess I've always been more of a routine person. Work, home... it’s stable."
Kavita: "Stability is good. It’s safe. But don't you ever crave something... unexpected? A little excitement? A surprise that makes your heart beat faster?"
Raj: "I... I haven't really thought about it."
Kavita: (She lets out a soft, breathy laugh. She reaches across the table and lightly touches the back of his hand with her fingertips, sending a spark up his arm). "Maybe you just haven't had the right person to inspire a little adventure in you."
Raj: (His voice is a bit hoarse) "Maybe."
Kavita: "For example... that long drive you mentioned. Where would you go? If you could go anywhere, with no map, no destination... just driving."
Raj: "I suppose... up to the mountains. Shimla, maybe."
Kavita: "Mmm, the mountains. (She draws her hand back and traces an invisible pattern on the table). I can picture it. The winding roads... getting a little lost. Stopping at a small, quiet place for the night. Just the two of you. No phones, no distractions... just... connection."
She says the last word with such intensity that Raj feels it in his gut. Her words are painting a picture that is far more intimate than a simple road trip.
Raj: "That sounds... nice."
Kavita: "Nice? (She tilts her head, a playful pout on her lips). Just nice? I was hoping for something more like... thrilling. Or... intoxicating."
Raj: (Feeling bolder) "Okay. It sounds thrilling."
Kavita: (Her smile returns, triumphant and warm. She subtly adjusts her position, her knee brushing against his under the table). "Good. Because I don't believe in a 'nice' life, Raj. I believe in a passionate one. In waking up every day feeling... alive. Full of... energy."
Raj: "I think I want that too."
Kavita: "Do you? (She leans in even closer, her scent—something uniquely her—enveloping him). Because passion isn't just about big adventures. It's in the small moments too. The stolen glances across a room. A secret touch under the table..." (Her knee presses more firmly against his). "The anticipation of what comes later, when you're finally alone."
Raj: (He can barely breathe. His entire world has shrunk to this small table, to her intoxicating presence). "Kavita..."
Kavita: "I just wanted to be sure, Raj. I can't be with a man who is afraid to feel. To want things. To take them. (She looks down at her own chest, then back at him). I am a woman who has a lot to... give. And I need a man who isn't afraid to receive it all."
Raj: (Finding his voice, now filled with a conviction that surprises even him) "I'm not afraid."
Kavita: (Her eyes darken with a promise that makes his pulse race). "I'm glad to hear that. Because looking at you, Raj... I feel like we could create a lot of... art together. Something very... intense. And very, very beautiful."
She finally leans back, the spell momentarily broken, but the effect lingers. She gives him a final, devastatingly sweet smile.
Kavita: "Should we go back? I think our parents will start to wonder what we've been planning."
Raj: (He can only manage a nod, his mind reeling). "Yes. We should."
As they stand up to walk back, he feels as though a binding agreement has been made, one that had nothing to do with their families and everything to do with the raw, unspoken promises they had just made to each other.
To be Continued..
Names have been changed but the conversations are real and based on actual events.
=====================================================
I do take 2-3 posts to build the story. So please be patient.
Act 1- Meet
========
Location: Haldiram's, South Delhi.
The air is thick with the scent of spices and excited chatter. Raj, a man in his late twenties, sits somewhat stiffly with his parents. Across the table, Kavita, radiating a confident warmth, sits with hers. Her red salwar kameez accentuates her generous figure, drawing Raj’s gaze almost immediately to her prominent chest. She catches his eye and offers a soft, knowing smile.
Kavita’s Mother: "So, Raj beta, what do you do?"
Raj’s Father: "He's a software engineer, working for a big MNC. Very good package."
Kavita: (Leaning slightly forward, her smile widening just for Raj) "Oh, a software engineer! That's impressive. Long hours, I hear?"
Raj: (Feeling a blush creep up his neck, but unable to tear his eyes away from her) "Sometimes. But I enjoy it. It's challenging."
Kavita: "I can imagine. You must be very focused. Unlike some of us who just drift through life, right, Mummy?" (She winks playfully at her mother, then back at Raj.)
Kavita’s Mother: "Kavita! Don't be silly. She's a good girl, very artistic. Loves painting."
Raj’s Mother: "That's lovely! A creative mind. So different from our Raj, all numbers and logic."
Kavita: (Her voice dropping to a slightly husky whisper, meant only for Raj) "But sometimes, even logic needs a little... art, don't you think? To make things interesting?"
Raj: (His mouth suddenly a little dry) "Uh, yes. I suppose so."
A comfortable silence falls, but it's charged with an unspoken current between Raj and Kavita. Raj finds himself completely captivated. He'd come to this meeting with a checklist: good family, well-educated, decent looks. But Kavita was shattering that list with every glance, every subtle shift of her body. Her large, inviting breasts were a constant, mesmerizing presence beneath her outfit. He'd never seen a woman so effortlessly alluring, so openly aware of her own power.
Kavita’s Father: "So, Raj, any hobbies? Besides work, of course."
Raj: (Still reeling from Kavita's earlier remark, he struggles to regain his composure) "I… I like to read. And sometimes, I go for long drives."
Kavita: (Her eyes sparkling, a hint of playful mischief in them) "Long drives? Alone? Such a shame. Sometimes, the best journeys are shared, don't you agree? Especially when you have someone to... appreciate the scenery with." She gestures subtly with her hand, a movement that draws his eye down to her chest again.
Raj: (He swallows hard, a sudden warmth spreading through him. This wasn't just flirting; it felt like a direct invitation. He felt a primal pull he hadn't experienced before.) "Yes. Yes, I definitely agree."
Raj’s Mother: "Kavita, tell us more about your painting. What kind of art do you create?"
Kavita: "Oh, I mostly do abstracts. Lots of colors, lots of... expression. Sometimes, they're quite intense. Like emotions that can't be held back." She glances at Raj, a knowing glint in her eyes, as if sharing a secret only with him.
Raj felt a tremor go through him. She wasn't just talking about art; she was talking about desire, about passion. He saw it in her eyes, felt it in the way she leaned towards him, the subtle sway of her body. He had always been drawn to beauty, but Kavita was more than beautiful. She was intoxicating. Her confidence, her playful assertiveness, and the undeniable allure of her figure were a potent cocktail.
Raj: (Trying to sound casual, but his voice betraying his eagerness) "I'd... I'd love to see some of your work sometime."
Kavita: (A slow, deliberate smile spreading across her lips) "Oh, I'd be delighted to show you, Raj. Perhaps... in a more private setting? Where we can really appreciate the nuances."
Raj's heart pounded. He knew, with an absolute certainty, that he wanted this woman. He wanted her charm, her wit, her blatant sensuality. He wanted those curves, that confident gaze. He wanted everything she was silently offering. All his previous criteria for a wife seemed to vanish, replaced by an overwhelming, almost carnal, desire for Kavita. It felt like she had cast a spell, drawing him into her orbit with an effortless grace that was both thrilling and a little terrifying. This was it. This was the woman he was going to marry.
Raj’s Father: "Well, it seems like these two are getting along quite well!"
Kavita’s Mother: "Indeed! They have a good connection."
Raj could only nod, his gaze still fixed on Kavita, who was now subtly biting her lower lip, a gesture that sent a jolt of pure desire through him. He was completely hooked. His future, he felt, was laid out before him, wrapped in the intoxicating presence of Kavita.
Kavita: "Raj... could we maybe talk for a few minutes? Just the two of us?"
Raj: (Startled, but pleased) "Of course. Where?"
Kavita: (Smiling and addressing the table) "Uncle, Aunty... would you mind if Raj and I just sat at that table over there for a little while? There are a few things I'd like to ask him... you know, about the future."
Raj's Mother: "Oh, of course, beta! Please, go ahead. It's important you two get to know each other properly."
Kavita’s Father: "Yes, yes. Take your time."
Kavita stands, and as she does, she makes a point of smoothing down her kameez over her hips. She leads him to a small, slightly more secluded two-person table near a window. The moment they sit, the atmosphere shifts, becoming intensely intimate.
Raj: "So... what did you want to ask?"
Kavita: (She leans forward, resting her elbows on the table, which pushes her breasts up, making her cleavage even more pronounced) "Is this okay? Being away from them? I just feel... it’s hard to be honest with everyone watching."
Raj: "No, it's fine. It's better, actually. So... the future?"
Kavita: "Yes. The future. (She looks directly into his eyes, her gaze unwavering). Tell me, Raj, are you an adventurous person? Or do you prefer... routine?"
Raj: "I guess I've always been more of a routine person. Work, home... it’s stable."
Kavita: "Stability is good. It’s safe. But don't you ever crave something... unexpected? A little excitement? A surprise that makes your heart beat faster?"
Raj: "I... I haven't really thought about it."
Kavita: (She lets out a soft, breathy laugh. She reaches across the table and lightly touches the back of his hand with her fingertips, sending a spark up his arm). "Maybe you just haven't had the right person to inspire a little adventure in you."
Raj: (His voice is a bit hoarse) "Maybe."
Kavita: "For example... that long drive you mentioned. Where would you go? If you could go anywhere, with no map, no destination... just driving."
Raj: "I suppose... up to the mountains. Shimla, maybe."
Kavita: "Mmm, the mountains. (She draws her hand back and traces an invisible pattern on the table). I can picture it. The winding roads... getting a little lost. Stopping at a small, quiet place for the night. Just the two of you. No phones, no distractions... just... connection."
She says the last word with such intensity that Raj feels it in his gut. Her words are painting a picture that is far more intimate than a simple road trip.
Raj: "That sounds... nice."
Kavita: "Nice? (She tilts her head, a playful pout on her lips). Just nice? I was hoping for something more like... thrilling. Or... intoxicating."
Raj: (Feeling bolder) "Okay. It sounds thrilling."
Kavita: (Her smile returns, triumphant and warm. She subtly adjusts her position, her knee brushing against his under the table). "Good. Because I don't believe in a 'nice' life, Raj. I believe in a passionate one. In waking up every day feeling... alive. Full of... energy."
Raj: "I think I want that too."
Kavita: "Do you? (She leans in even closer, her scent—something uniquely her—enveloping him). Because passion isn't just about big adventures. It's in the small moments too. The stolen glances across a room. A secret touch under the table..." (Her knee presses more firmly against his). "The anticipation of what comes later, when you're finally alone."
Raj: (He can barely breathe. His entire world has shrunk to this small table, to her intoxicating presence). "Kavita..."
Kavita: "I just wanted to be sure, Raj. I can't be with a man who is afraid to feel. To want things. To take them. (She looks down at her own chest, then back at him). I am a woman who has a lot to... give. And I need a man who isn't afraid to receive it all."
Raj: (Finding his voice, now filled with a conviction that surprises even him) "I'm not afraid."
Kavita: (Her eyes darken with a promise that makes his pulse race). "I'm glad to hear that. Because looking at you, Raj... I feel like we could create a lot of... art together. Something very... intense. And very, very beautiful."
She finally leans back, the spell momentarily broken, but the effect lingers. She gives him a final, devastatingly sweet smile.
Kavita: "Should we go back? I think our parents will start to wonder what we've been planning."
Raj: (He can only manage a nod, his mind reeling). "Yes. We should."
As they stand up to walk back, he feels as though a binding agreement has been made, one that had nothing to do with their families and everything to do with the raw, unspoken promises they had just made to each other.
To be Continued..
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