Clever Companion(Real): Meet->Marriage->Suspicion->Investigator->Multiple Affairs

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Act 2 - Marriage
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(The soft hum of Kavita’s Honda City filled the silent road. Her phone was on the dashboard, lit up with reminders: Bridal spa – 10 AM, Wedding Mandap – 6 PM. Inside her head, thoughts clashed.)

Kavita (to herself): "Raj… he’s so calm, so kind. I love him. But why do I feel like this? Why do I crave this other fire inside me? Why does his peace feel like a cage?"

(Her fingers trembled as she tapped Arjun’s name.)

Kavita (on call, whispering): "Arjun… main… main tumse milna chahti hoon. Aaj. (Arjun... I... I want to meet you. Today.)"

(There was silence, then a deep chuckle from the other end.)

Arjun: "Kavita, aaj tumhari shaadi hai. (Kavita, it's your wedding day today.)"

Kavita: "Bas ek baar… mujhe tumhari zarurat hai. (Just once... I need you.)"

(Fifteen minutes later, Kavita’s car pulled into the discreet basement of a luxury hotel. She wore sunglasses and a scarf over her head, her heartbeat echoing in her ears. Arjun stood waiting in a crisp shirt, leaning casually by the elevator. His eyes lit up as he saw her.)

Arjun (smiling): "Tum pagal ho. Dulhan banne wali ho, aur mere paas aa gayi. (You're crazy. You're about to be a bride, and you came to me.)"

Kavita (voice breaking): "Mujhe nahi pata… main bas… tumhare bina apne aap ko adhura mehsoos karti hoon. (I don't know... I just... I feel incomplete without you.)"

(He said nothing, simply taking her hand and leading her into the elevator. The silence was thick with anticipation. In the hotel room, the curtains were drawn, casting the space in a dim, intimate light. He closed the door behind them, the soft click sealing them off from the world.)

Arjun (whispering): "Tum bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho, Kavita. (You're looking so beautiful, Kavita.)"

Kavita: "Arjun, idhaar aao mere pass… par main apne aap ko rok nahi pa rahi hoon. (Arjun, come here to me... I can't stop myself.)"

(He moved toward her, and she sank into his embrace, her body molding against his. For a moment, she forgot about mandaps, rituals, and family. It was just fire meeting fire. He kissed her then, not gently, but with a claiming, hungry force that she met with equal desperation.)

Arjun (against her lips): "Last taste of freedom, my beautiful bride? Or the first taste of your real life?"

Kavita: "Just... shut up and kiss me."

(His hands roamed her body, finding the zipper of her dress. He pulled it down slowly, deliberately, savoring the moment. The dress pooled around her feet, leaving her in simple, elegant lingerie.)

Arjun: "Even your underwear is white. Like a pure, innocent bride."

Kavita: "Take it off me. I don't want to be pure. I want to be yours."

Arjun: "Oh, you are. For the next hour, you are completely mine. He gets the wife. I get the woman."

(He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, his eyes devouring her big bare breasts of size 34E. He knelt before her, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, just as he had in the theatre. Kavita cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair.)

Arjun: "So big and round, wonderful shape and so soft, they are now mine."

Kavita: "Fuck... Arjun... yes..."

(His hands slid her panties down her thighs, and she stepped out of them. She stood before him, completely naked. He remained kneeling, looking up at her, his gaze a mix of worship and possession.)

Arjun: "Perfect. Now it's my turn."

(He stood and stripped off his own clothes with an urgent efficiency, his hard cock of size 8 inches springing free. He was beautiful, powerful, the physical embodiment of the storm she felt inside. She didn't wait. She pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him.)

Kavita: "I need to feel you inside me. Now."

Arjun: "Impatient, aren't we? The groom can wait. I want to play with my favorite toy first."

(He flipped her over onto her back, spreading her legs wide. He looked down at her, a predator admiring his catch.)

Arjun: "Tell me what you want, Kavita."

Kavita (panting): "I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me forget I have to go get married in a few hours. Make me forget his name."

Arjun: "Whose name? Raj? The gentle, boring man who thinks he can handle a woman like you?"

Kavita: "Don't... don't say his name. Just fuck me."

Arjun: "With pleasure."

(He positioned himself between her legs and pushed into her with a single, powerful thrust. Kavita screamed, a raw, primal sound of pain and pleasure mixed together. He filled her completely.)

Kavita: "Oh god... yes... YES!"

Arjun: "That's it, baby. Take all of me. Feel that? That's what you've been missing. Not some gentle touch. You need to be filled. To be owned."

(He began to move, fucking her with a hard, relentless rhythm. The bed frame started hitting the wall with each deep thrust. Kavita wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper.)

Kavita: "Harder, Arjun! Fuck me harder! I want to feel it everywhere!"

Arjun (grunting with effort): "Does he fuck you like this? Does he even know how? Or does he just... make love to you?"

Kavita: "He's... kind... you're... you're everything else! Oh... fuck... I'm close... Arjun, I'm..."

Arjun: "Come for me, Kavita. Scream my name. Let me be the one who makes the bride come on her wedding day."

Kavita: "ARJUN!"

(Her body convulsed around him, her inner muscles clenching on his cock as a wave of intense pleasure crashed over her. She was sobbing, shaking, completely overwhelmed. Arjun didn't stop. He kept thrusting into her, riding out her orgasm.)

Arjun: "That's one for me. But we're not done yet. I want you begging."

(He pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and wanting. He grabbed her by the hips and turned her over onto her stomach.)

Arjun: "Ass up. I want to take you from behind. I want to watch your body shake while I pound into you."

(She obeyed without hesitation, getting on her hands and knees. He entered her from behind, a slick, brutal entry that made her gasp. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.)

Arjun: "Look at yourself in the headboard. Look at the bride, getting fucked like a slut just before her wedding. This is who you are, Kavita. This is what you need."

(He slammed into her again and again, his rhythm savage, his thrusts impossibly deep. Kavita was lost, moaning incoherently, her mind a blur of pure sensation.)

Kavita: "Please... please, Arjun... more... I need more..."

Arjun: "I'm going to come inside you, Kavita. I'm not pulling out. I'm going to fill you with my cum. My wedding present to the groom."

Kavita: "Yes... fill me... I want it... I want to feel you inside me all day... fuck... I'm coming again... Arjun, I'm..."

(He drove into her one last time, deep and hard, as her second orgasm ripped through her, even more powerful than the first. She screamed into the pillows, her body shaking uncontrollably. At the same moment, he roared, his body going rigid as he emptied himself deep inside her womb.)

Arjun: "You're mine... you're so fucking mine..."

(He collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. They lay there for a long moment, slick with sweat, their harsh breaths filling the room. Kavita felt his seed, warm and wet, leaking from between her legs. She was completely spent, her body aching with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. She rolled over, her limbs like jelly, and fell against his chest, her head resting over his heart.)

Kavita (to herself, softly): "Raj ke saath main shaanti paungi… par Arjun ke saath main apni chahat aur bhook puri karti rahoongi. (With Raj, I will find peace... but with Arjun, I will keep satisfying my desires and my hunger.)"

Kavita got married to Raj on the same day and night and went to live with Raj.