30-09-2025, 11:33 PM
(CHAPTER CONTD)
FEW DAYS LATER
Sonarika stood trembling in the corridor, her palm lingering over the room number plate that read – 1143. A part of her wanted to turn and flee, but her legs refused to move. The haunting memory of Dilawar’s hands on her skin still made her chest tighten with dread. And yet, she knew why she was here. She needed Vikram—the man who had once been her flame, and more recently, her savior. When the door swung open, Vikram filled the doorway, tall, composed, his eyes softening as they met hers.
"Soni"
Vikram whispered, as though even his voice feared startling her. Sonarika managed a nod, stepping into the familiar apartment. The air inside carried his scent—strong, grounding, protective—and her heart eased in a way it hadn’t in days. Her eyes immediately caught the wall in the living room. Dozens of photographs, frozen moments of stolen happiness—him kissing her cheek, her laughing against his shoulder, them kissing , them posing intimate, their secret little world. Once, those pictures had been daggers when she was trying to stitch her marriage back together. Now, they felt like a balm, crowding out Dilawar’s shadow from her mind.
She sank onto the sofa, clutching her hands together as if in prayer.
"Vicky… I’ve been hurting" she confessed, her voice raw.
"I shut Hemant out, ignored his touch. Every time he came near, I flinched. I could still feel Dilawar breathing down my neck. Even now, even healed, sometimes I swear I feel his nails scratching me"
Vikram sat beside her without hesitation, gathering her against his chest. His embrace was firm, unyielding, like an anchor dragging her away from the storm.
"Soni, listen to me" he murmured against her hair.
"No one will ever hurt you again. Not while I’m here. You’re safe with me. Always"
She closed her eyes. His warmth was real. His heartbeat beneath her cheek was real. Most importantly, she realized, she wasn’t recoiling.
"Why don’t I flinch with you?" she asked, her voice small, almost childlike.
"With Hemant, even when he just touches my arm, I tense. But with you… I don’t"
Vikram cupped her face, his thumb grazing her trembling lips.
"Because this is your truth, Sonarika. Deep down, you know you don’t want him. You’ve always wanted me"
Her breath caught, but she shook her head gently.
"No, Vikram. You’re wrong. My heart… it’s torn. Hemant is my husband, Karan’s father. But you—"
Her voice cracked as tears welled.
"—you’re the fire I run to. And I know now… your fire is the only thing that can burn away Dilawar’s ghost"
He kissed her then, without warning but not without tenderness. A kiss that started as comfort and turned into something deeper, more consuming. She melted against him, her fingers clutching at his shirt, her lips parting to let him in. Memories of their stolen nights here came rushing back, and she no longer fought them.
His hands traced the edge of her saree, hesitating for the briefest moment before peeling it away. She didn’t stop him. Instead, she lifted her arms, letting the fabric slip to the floor like an offering.
"Don’t hold back" she whispered urgently, her lips brushing his ear.
"Give me all of you. Take me to bed"
Vikram’s eyes burned with a hunger that was both protective and primal. Without another word, he scooped her up, carrying her to the bedroom. Clothes began to fall in careless abandon, each layer discarded with growing urgency. The apartment echoed with the sounds of fabric sliding, breaths quickening, the electricity of bodies remembering their rhythm.
On the bed, their lips met again, fiercer now, as if both were starving and had found the only food they craved. Sonarika clung to him, surrendering completely.
Sonarika was on her back. Her long slender legs trembling violently, as though her muscles had turned to jelly. Her black hair fanned out behind her on the pillow. They were clinging to her forehead from sweat. Her limbs were folded tightly, clutching him. They were moving-- the fast feverish pace that can only come from rough sex. Not the kind of deep love making sex that Sonarika used to have with Hemant , where tender and safety were the atmost priority. This was the violent kind , because Sonarika knew Vikram won't hold back. He always took her roughly , carnally , it was an animalistic rampage. The sounds as the bed slammed the wall were tremendous. But not as jarring as the screams of pleasure that were erupting from Sonarika's mouth, or the grunts of triumphant satisfaction as Vikram took her.
Sonarika's wet slender arms and legs clung to him. Her feet locked together beneath his well shaped thrusting butt. Her toes were curling. Her fingers dug into his back, as though she was experiencing their first time having sex all over again. But this time , Sonarika wasn't entirely involved just because of Vikram and his love. She enjoyed the moment right now because Dilawar no longer haunted her.
"Ahhhhh...... yessss…"
Sonarika sighed, throwing her head back. Her hands grabbed his ass, her feet slid up the outside of his legs to the backs of his thighs. Her hands squeezed at his ass, urging him to fuck her. His lips found hers as he began to jackhammer the sensitive warmth of her pussy. Their tongues rubbed against one another as his cock pushed into her vagina over and over. They were breathing heavily into each other’s mouth as he began to move faster. She raised her feet up into the air, raising the blanket up high as his ass thrust hard between her legs.
"Ahh! Ahhh! Unh! Unh! Ahhh! Unh!"
Sonarika moaned loudly , with no intention to keep it quiet. Her orgasm was rocketing towards her now, with nothing to stope her. The tingles were building, and building, and building.
"Ahh!"
Sonarika squeaked, almost there. He pistoned harder in and out of her hungry pussy, driving her over the edge.
"Ahhhhh...Vi...Ahhhh…" she whined, softly.
Her legs squeezed him tight, making it difficult to fuck her as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. Her heart was pounding, and there were tears in her eyes. Her mouth kissed at him breathlessly, loving him, thanking him. Vikram’s big, warm, hard penis felt incredible so deep inside her like that!
"I love you"
He breathed, kissing her mouth. Warmth flowed through her at his words, just as her orgasm was subsiding. His mere words made her cum just a little longer. Sonarika’s arms held him tighter and her legs loosened up a little, freeing him to fuck her a little harder. He began to pound into her, bouncing her ass hard off the bed. She was so tight, so hot around him. He didn’t know how much longer he would last.
"I’m gonna cum, baby" He gasped, thrusting harder.
"Give it to me!" Sonarika whined, softly.
"Give me your cum, baby!"
She kissed his cheek over to his ear, she could feel how hard he was inside her and it felt wonderful! She was breathing heavily into his ear, her arms around his neck now as he rammed his cock in and out of her.
"Cum for me, Vicky!" she whispered erotically into his ear.
"I want to feel your cum inside me!!"
Her words were pushing him over the edge, and jackhammered in and out of her as hard as he could.
"I need it Vicky!" Sonarika breathed.
"I need to feel your cum inside my pussy!"
That did it. He slid his hard penis all the way inside her vagina and held it there. He moaned, quietly, looking down at her. His cock jerked, firing his hot seed deep into Sonarika’s fertile womb. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, holding him close. Her arms were around his neck and she was kissing at his face as she gasped for breath. She could feel his manhood pulsate inside her, spraying the back of her vagina with his cum. His penis jerked again, another thick wad of semen shooting deep inside her. He was in heaven. Although in Sonarika's case , at that moment , she kind of missed the canon attack from Hemant , a small edge he has over Vikram. But she was finally contempt , as this amazing moment made her forget Dilawar and his cruel memory.
Vikram finally found the strength to kiss the woman who gave him the pented up relief after a long time. Their lips smacked loudly as they kissed breathlessly. He could feel the last of his seed trickling into Sonarika’s hungry pussy.
"Ahhhh...mmmm…"
Sonarika sighed, kissing him over and over again. She caressed him lovingly with her toes as he remained inside her. She never wanted him out of her. Sex has always fun with Hemant. But what she had with Vikram, though, was beyond that. When he was inside her it put her on another plane of existence. Because Vikram never compromised, he has always delivered. Every time with him , he always switched gear and went more intense than the last time. To feel his cum inside her made her feel like the luckiest woman in the world. Sonarika truly felt that when Vikram ejaculated his seed into her , he was curing her of her nightmares as the moment only had her and him. He felt the same way. He felt as if his sperm was created to be given to Sonarika, and Sonarika only. It was as if destiny wanted this , and that is what he truly believes. As he softened inside her, neither wanted him to pull out.
Both of them wanted to make love again. And it was definitely going to happen , it was something Sonarika always expected with Vikram. There is never a single round. Eventually the makeout began and they started doing it in the doggy position. She wiggled her ass as he penetrated her pussy lips. He pushed more firmly.
"Aaahhhh" Sonarika groaned as his thick cock stretched her again.
"God Soni , how can you be so tight after that fucking!"
Vikram breathed as he pushed forward again. Slowly, slowly he went until he was fully in. He paused. It was the longest pause ever. He dearly wanted to ram his cock in and out of her pussy but he had to give her time to adapt to his size.He pulled back and then slid forward. Slowly to start then with increased tempo. Then the passion took over. As he hammered into her, Sonarika thrust her hips back to meet him. She was fucking him as much as he was fucking her.
"Ahhhhh.....Ahhhh.....Vicky...Harder Vicky....Ahhhh"
Sonarika groaned with each thrust as he continued to pound into her pussy.
"AHHHHHH VIIICCKKKYYY....... You make me feel complete!!!!!...AHHH..."
Sonarika groaned as Vikram continued ramming his cock all the way inside her. His hands moved beneath her body to grope at her wildly swinging breasts. Once more the bed thudded loudly against the wall as he took her hard and she began to wail and squeal in her agony and ecstasy.
Each thrust was punctuated by his grunting, and hers in time with him, so that it was difficult to tell whose voice was whose.
"Unh..Ahhh..Unh...Nhh...."
The sound enveloped the apartment, seemingly without end, the rhythmic cadence continuing, their bodies melting together.
"Ahhhh, VICKY......I missed your cock......give it to me...give me more"
And Vikram did just that with his powerful cock, thrusting again and again with incredible stamina, with the two of them moving together in a dance as old as time.
Then without warning Sonarika let out a long screaming high cry the likes of which never heard before.
"AHHHH!! I'm cummmmminggg baby. Cummm with me now aaaaahhhhhhh"
It seemed to go on forever. But Vikram ignored her request that he cum with her, just continuing to pound her right through her orgasm, never stopping, never slowing his rhythm, just continuing to fuck the woman, both of them grunting in time to his thrusts. The sunlight from the window was reflecting brightly off their shining sweat-soaked bodies, as they moved rhythmically together.
"AHHH....AHHH....AHH....AHHHHH"
And then Sonarika's voice again took over in a crescendo of sexual desire.
"Ahh, ahhhh, yessss.....aaaaauiiiiii........I'm cumming again, baby....Do it to me, do it, AHHH!"
Sonarika's eyes closed as her lips pulled back from her teeth and her head thrashed back and forth as she screamed and pulled hard on Vikram's buttocks, pulling his huge cock deeply into her.
And with that began a second orgasm, even more earthquaking than the first. She began fucking back against his dick wildly, grinding her pussy into him. She was now completely used to the thick piece of meat, and began begging for him to cum inside her. Vikram was finally ready again to fill her up. Vikram continued fucking her at full speed, falling into her, and in doing so, entwining all of their bodies into a mass of sweaty flesh. Vikram was grunting into Sonarika's ear like an animal as the last drop of cum filled his massive balls. Then, he gave no warning, just erupted into her. Vikram's cry were similar to some old favorite horror creature features, when a human's scream who'd morph into a wolf's howl when they were becoming werewolves.
He emptied seemingly a bucket's worth of cum into Sonarika over the course of about 15 seconds, and collapsed onto her body. Their tongues embraced, and limbs slid together as if they were two snakes slithering.
It never ended there either. Their heighened mood and chemistry paved the way for another sex session. The rattling of the bed became the drumbeat of their reunion, their passion filling every corner of the room. For once, she wasn’t haunted—she was alive, burning, free. Her soft cries and his answering groans became their unspoken language. Time blurred as they moved together, not cautiously but recklessly, as though they had both been holding back for far too long. And when the final release came, it felt less like surrender and more like triumph—a cleansing fire that left no room for Dilawar’s shadow.
They collapsed side by side, drenched in sweat, the sheets tangled around them. Sonarika’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Vikram brushed a damp strand of hair from her face, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"You’re safe now" he whispered again, softer, surer.
Sonarika turned her face into his chest, closing her eyes. For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt whole, no longer broken.
"Yes" she murmured, curling into him.
"With you, I believe it"
The apartment was silent now, save for the faint hum of the city outside—and the steady rhythm of their hearts, finally in sync.
SOME TIME LATER
Sonarika sat curled against Vikram’s sofa cushions, the faint aftertaste of his cologne lingering on her lips. Her body still trembled from the fire he ignited in her, but her mind wrestled with the heaviness of guilt. She stared at the ceiling, almost afraid to look at him.
"Vicky…" she whispered, breaking the silence.
"I’ve ruined Hemant all over again. I was trying so hard to fix what’s broken… and now, I’ve undone everything"
Vikram leaned back, his eyes following the nervous tremor in her hands. Vikram tilted his head, his eyes steady.
"You’re not ruining him, Soni. Stop carrying that weight. You keep trying to save a marriage that’s already ashes. What you need to realize is simple—your future is with me, not him"
She clutched the sofa’s edge, shaking her head.
"No. Don’t twist it. I never chose you over him. It wasn’t about love. It was about… survival. About Dilawar"
His name poisoned the air. Sonarika’s voice trembled.
"Dilawar scarred me, Vicky. And even though the wounds healed, every time Hemant held me, I felt him again. I couldn’t stand it"
She turned her gaze to Vikram, tears pooling.
"But you—your fire, your dominance—you didn’t let me remember him. You burned those shadows away. That’s why I came to you"
A smirk tugged at Vikram’s lips, though his eyes softened.
"Never imagined you’d admit you like being dominated"
"I don’t" she said firmly.
"I just… need a man strong enough to overpower the pain. Hemant’s tenderness brought the past back. But you, Vikram—you never held back"
His smile deepened, proud.
"So… is this us now? More days like this? More nights?"
Her lips trembled.
"Maybe. Maybe this is what’s best. Because I’ve pushed Hemant too far. I think I’ve lost him completely"
Vikram kissed her forehead.
"Then let him go. You’ve finally chosen me"
But she flinched at his certainty.
"Don’t you see? No matter how perfect we think we are, we’re villains in his story. I’m tearing Hemant’s life apart"
Vikram brushed his thumb against her cheek.
"Hemant isn’t fragile. He’s thriving. YOD Industries is soaring. He’s not the broken man you’re imagining"
At that exact moment, at the neighbouring flat, Hemant sat across from Dheeraj. The chatter of business, contracts, and new ventures filled the room. Dheeraj slapped Hemant’s shoulder.
"You should celebrate! YOD’s partnership with the Army and now REGALCORP—it’s insane. Forget your soon to be ex-wife, man. She’s history. Women like her don’t deserve men like you"
Hemant smiled politely, though his chest tightened at the word ex-wife.
"Maybe. But… I’m not looking for love anymore. Just… companionship, maybe. That’s all"
Dheeraj chuckled.
"Companionship? Ha! The old Hemant was a rockstar with women. Don’t tell me you’re becoming that side again. Isn't that the reason your marriage died, wasn’t it? You stopped being that person and become repressed."
Hemant’s jaw clenched.
"Exactly. That’s why I’ll never make that mistake again"
Dheeraj poured hot water into two empty cups, only to discover his tea tin was empty. Clicking his tongue, he turned to Hemant with a grin.
"Guess I’ll borrow some from Vikram next door. He won’t mind"
Hemant shook his head.
"Don’t bother. We don’t need tea"
"Nonsense!" Dheeraj laughed, already standing.
"You know me—I need my evening tea. Sit tight. I’ll be back"
The bell rang at Vikram’s door. Vikram rose, adjusting his shirt, and pulled it open. Dheeraj’s cheerful face appeared, eyes bouncing immediately from him to Sonarika.
"Ah, Vikram!" Dheeraj beamed.
“Oh , your beuatiful lady is here. Hope I’m not interrupting something, eh?” His tone carried a teasing innuendo.
Vikram forced a smile, while Sonarika stiffened, her stomach dropping.
"Not at all" Vikram said smoothly.
"We were just… talking"
Dheeraj chuckled.
"Good, good. I just ran out of tea powder. Mind sparing some?"
"Of course" Vikram replied. He handed the tin over, but then added lightly.
"Why don’t you stay? We’ll make tea together. Have a chat"
Dheeraj waved him off.
"Wish I could, but I’ve got a friend waiting. Tea’s for both of us"
"Then bring your friend" Vikram said suddenly, grinning.
"We can all sit here. A casual double date, why not?"
Sonarika’s heart lurched. Her fingers dug into the sofa’s fabric. As soon as Dheeraj left, she turned on Vikram, whispering harshly.
"Why would you say that? What are you doing?"
Vikram shrugged, confidence unshaken.
"Because, Sonarika, if we’re going to be together, we can’t keep hiding. Let the world see us as we are"
Few seconds later , a knock came again. This time, two shadows stood outside Vikram’s door when it swung open. Dheeraj, cheerful as ever, and beside him—Hemant. Sonarika froze. The color drained from her face, her heart hammering against her ribs. Hemant’s eyes, calm yet sharp, locked onto hers. For a moment, time stopped.
"Vikram" Dheeraj said warmly, stepping in.
"Meet my friend. This is Hemant—the rising business magnate, the genius behind YOD Industries"
Vikram’s throat tightened. Sonarika’s lips parted but no words came. Hemant only offered a faint nod, his expression unreadable.
"And Hemant" Dheeraj continued obliviously.
"This is Vikram… and his special someone. Honestly, one of the best couples I’ve ever seen. Their chemistry is… unreal"
Sonarika’s knees nearly buckled. She wanted to scream at Dheeraj to stop, but the words wouldn’t form. Hemant’s gaze lingered on her, not with anger—worse—with quiet devastation.
Dheeraj carried on, grinning.
"Sometimes, when I see them together, I wish Sonia and I could be like that. These two? They’re inseparable. I’ve caught them making out in the elevator, the hallway, even right here at the doorstep!"
A brittle silence followed his laughter. Vikram’s jaw tensed. Sonarika felt her insides collapse. Hemant’s face betrayed nothing, but his eyes flickered with a pain he couldn’t hide. And then Hemant’s gaze drifted—toward the living room wall. Dozens of photos hung in neat frames: Sonarika and Vikram in Bali, at Mumbai parties, in tender embraces, laughing, kissing. Each photo was a blade. But what gutted Hemant most was her smile—bright, unrestrained, alive. A smile he realized he hadn’t seen directed at him in years. Sonarika followed his eyes, and dread crushed her.
"No" she whispered under her breath, too soft for Dheeraj to hear.
Dheeraj, still blind to the tension, chuckled.
"Honestly, Hemant, aren’t they a sweet couple?"
Hemant’s lips curved faintly, though his eyes never left the photos.
"Yes" he said evenly.
"I can see that"
Sensing the strain, Vikram interjected quickly.
"Dheeraj, why don’t you help me with the tea?"
"Of course!" Dheeraj said cheerfully, following Vikram into the kitchen.
The moment they went far to the kitchen, silence engulfed the living room. Sonarika turned to Hemant, her voice barely a whisper.
"Hemant… it’s not what it looks like"
His eyes flicked to hers, sharp, wounded. He whispered back, harsh but quiet.
"Don’t insult me with excuses. I can see the truth"
Tears welled in her eyes.
"I only wanted to—"
"Enough"
Hemant cut her off, his voice low and cold.
"This morning, remember? I told you I’d be home late tonight. Plans have changed. I won’t be coming home tonight. Let Karan know his papa has some important business to attend to"
Her chest cracked open.
"Hemant, please—"
Again, he silenced her, his whisper burning.
"You’ve made your decision. And so have I"
The sound of clinking cups in the kitchen pulled them back into composure. By the time Vikram and Dheeraj returned, both Hemant and Sonarika sat stiffly, their faces masks of calm. Dheeraj, still oblivious, beamed at Hemant.
"You know, I admire you so much. Despite your divorce, you’re thriving. Honestly, your ex-wife doesn’t deserve you. She was holding you back. Now you’ve rediscovered yourself"
Every word stabbed Sonarika deeper. Hemant’s jaw tightened, but he let Dheeraj ramble until finally he said.
"We should head out. You know I am only free till evening. We have bowling to attend"
As Dheeraj thanked Vikram for the tea, Hemant lingered a moment longer, his eyes scanning the photographs once more before settling on Sonarika. He gave her the faintest, most devastating smile—then turned and walked away. When the door shut, Sonarika collapsed onto the couch, sobbing, knowing the last fragile thread of her marriage had just snapped.
(TO BE CONTD)
Sonarika stood trembling in the corridor, her palm lingering over the room number plate that read – 1143. A part of her wanted to turn and flee, but her legs refused to move. The haunting memory of Dilawar’s hands on her skin still made her chest tighten with dread. And yet, she knew why she was here. She needed Vikram—the man who had once been her flame, and more recently, her savior. When the door swung open, Vikram filled the doorway, tall, composed, his eyes softening as they met hers.
"Soni"
Vikram whispered, as though even his voice feared startling her. Sonarika managed a nod, stepping into the familiar apartment. The air inside carried his scent—strong, grounding, protective—and her heart eased in a way it hadn’t in days. Her eyes immediately caught the wall in the living room. Dozens of photographs, frozen moments of stolen happiness—him kissing her cheek, her laughing against his shoulder, them kissing , them posing intimate, their secret little world. Once, those pictures had been daggers when she was trying to stitch her marriage back together. Now, they felt like a balm, crowding out Dilawar’s shadow from her mind.
She sank onto the sofa, clutching her hands together as if in prayer.
"Vicky… I’ve been hurting" she confessed, her voice raw.
"I shut Hemant out, ignored his touch. Every time he came near, I flinched. I could still feel Dilawar breathing down my neck. Even now, even healed, sometimes I swear I feel his nails scratching me"
Vikram sat beside her without hesitation, gathering her against his chest. His embrace was firm, unyielding, like an anchor dragging her away from the storm.
"Soni, listen to me" he murmured against her hair.
"No one will ever hurt you again. Not while I’m here. You’re safe with me. Always"
She closed her eyes. His warmth was real. His heartbeat beneath her cheek was real. Most importantly, she realized, she wasn’t recoiling.
"Why don’t I flinch with you?" she asked, her voice small, almost childlike.
"With Hemant, even when he just touches my arm, I tense. But with you… I don’t"
Vikram cupped her face, his thumb grazing her trembling lips.
"Because this is your truth, Sonarika. Deep down, you know you don’t want him. You’ve always wanted me"
Her breath caught, but she shook her head gently.
"No, Vikram. You’re wrong. My heart… it’s torn. Hemant is my husband, Karan’s father. But you—"
Her voice cracked as tears welled.
"—you’re the fire I run to. And I know now… your fire is the only thing that can burn away Dilawar’s ghost"
He kissed her then, without warning but not without tenderness. A kiss that started as comfort and turned into something deeper, more consuming. She melted against him, her fingers clutching at his shirt, her lips parting to let him in. Memories of their stolen nights here came rushing back, and she no longer fought them.
His hands traced the edge of her saree, hesitating for the briefest moment before peeling it away. She didn’t stop him. Instead, she lifted her arms, letting the fabric slip to the floor like an offering.
"Don’t hold back" she whispered urgently, her lips brushing his ear.
"Give me all of you. Take me to bed"
Vikram’s eyes burned with a hunger that was both protective and primal. Without another word, he scooped her up, carrying her to the bedroom. Clothes began to fall in careless abandon, each layer discarded with growing urgency. The apartment echoed with the sounds of fabric sliding, breaths quickening, the electricity of bodies remembering their rhythm.
On the bed, their lips met again, fiercer now, as if both were starving and had found the only food they craved. Sonarika clung to him, surrendering completely.
Sonarika was on her back. Her long slender legs trembling violently, as though her muscles had turned to jelly. Her black hair fanned out behind her on the pillow. They were clinging to her forehead from sweat. Her limbs were folded tightly, clutching him. They were moving-- the fast feverish pace that can only come from rough sex. Not the kind of deep love making sex that Sonarika used to have with Hemant , where tender and safety were the atmost priority. This was the violent kind , because Sonarika knew Vikram won't hold back. He always took her roughly , carnally , it was an animalistic rampage. The sounds as the bed slammed the wall were tremendous. But not as jarring as the screams of pleasure that were erupting from Sonarika's mouth, or the grunts of triumphant satisfaction as Vikram took her.
Sonarika's wet slender arms and legs clung to him. Her feet locked together beneath his well shaped thrusting butt. Her toes were curling. Her fingers dug into his back, as though she was experiencing their first time having sex all over again. But this time , Sonarika wasn't entirely involved just because of Vikram and his love. She enjoyed the moment right now because Dilawar no longer haunted her.
"Ahhhhh...... yessss…"
Sonarika sighed, throwing her head back. Her hands grabbed his ass, her feet slid up the outside of his legs to the backs of his thighs. Her hands squeezed at his ass, urging him to fuck her. His lips found hers as he began to jackhammer the sensitive warmth of her pussy. Their tongues rubbed against one another as his cock pushed into her vagina over and over. They were breathing heavily into each other’s mouth as he began to move faster. She raised her feet up into the air, raising the blanket up high as his ass thrust hard between her legs.
"Ahh! Ahhh! Unh! Unh! Ahhh! Unh!"
Sonarika moaned loudly , with no intention to keep it quiet. Her orgasm was rocketing towards her now, with nothing to stope her. The tingles were building, and building, and building.
"Ahh!"
Sonarika squeaked, almost there. He pistoned harder in and out of her hungry pussy, driving her over the edge.
"Ahhhhh...Vi...Ahhhh…" she whined, softly.
Her legs squeezed him tight, making it difficult to fuck her as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. Her heart was pounding, and there were tears in her eyes. Her mouth kissed at him breathlessly, loving him, thanking him. Vikram’s big, warm, hard penis felt incredible so deep inside her like that!
"I love you"
He breathed, kissing her mouth. Warmth flowed through her at his words, just as her orgasm was subsiding. His mere words made her cum just a little longer. Sonarika’s arms held him tighter and her legs loosened up a little, freeing him to fuck her a little harder. He began to pound into her, bouncing her ass hard off the bed. She was so tight, so hot around him. He didn’t know how much longer he would last.
"I’m gonna cum, baby" He gasped, thrusting harder.
"Give it to me!" Sonarika whined, softly.
"Give me your cum, baby!"
She kissed his cheek over to his ear, she could feel how hard he was inside her and it felt wonderful! She was breathing heavily into his ear, her arms around his neck now as he rammed his cock in and out of her.
"Cum for me, Vicky!" she whispered erotically into his ear.
"I want to feel your cum inside me!!"
Her words were pushing him over the edge, and jackhammered in and out of her as hard as he could.
"I need it Vicky!" Sonarika breathed.
"I need to feel your cum inside my pussy!"
That did it. He slid his hard penis all the way inside her vagina and held it there. He moaned, quietly, looking down at her. His cock jerked, firing his hot seed deep into Sonarika’s fertile womb. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, holding him close. Her arms were around his neck and she was kissing at his face as she gasped for breath. She could feel his manhood pulsate inside her, spraying the back of her vagina with his cum. His penis jerked again, another thick wad of semen shooting deep inside her. He was in heaven. Although in Sonarika's case , at that moment , she kind of missed the canon attack from Hemant , a small edge he has over Vikram. But she was finally contempt , as this amazing moment made her forget Dilawar and his cruel memory.
Vikram finally found the strength to kiss the woman who gave him the pented up relief after a long time. Their lips smacked loudly as they kissed breathlessly. He could feel the last of his seed trickling into Sonarika’s hungry pussy.
"Ahhhh...mmmm…"
Sonarika sighed, kissing him over and over again. She caressed him lovingly with her toes as he remained inside her. She never wanted him out of her. Sex has always fun with Hemant. But what she had with Vikram, though, was beyond that. When he was inside her it put her on another plane of existence. Because Vikram never compromised, he has always delivered. Every time with him , he always switched gear and went more intense than the last time. To feel his cum inside her made her feel like the luckiest woman in the world. Sonarika truly felt that when Vikram ejaculated his seed into her , he was curing her of her nightmares as the moment only had her and him. He felt the same way. He felt as if his sperm was created to be given to Sonarika, and Sonarika only. It was as if destiny wanted this , and that is what he truly believes. As he softened inside her, neither wanted him to pull out.
Both of them wanted to make love again. And it was definitely going to happen , it was something Sonarika always expected with Vikram. There is never a single round. Eventually the makeout began and they started doing it in the doggy position. She wiggled her ass as he penetrated her pussy lips. He pushed more firmly.
"Aaahhhh" Sonarika groaned as his thick cock stretched her again.
"God Soni , how can you be so tight after that fucking!"
Vikram breathed as he pushed forward again. Slowly, slowly he went until he was fully in. He paused. It was the longest pause ever. He dearly wanted to ram his cock in and out of her pussy but he had to give her time to adapt to his size.He pulled back and then slid forward. Slowly to start then with increased tempo. Then the passion took over. As he hammered into her, Sonarika thrust her hips back to meet him. She was fucking him as much as he was fucking her.
"Ahhhhh.....Ahhhh.....Vicky...Harder Vicky....Ahhhh"
Sonarika groaned with each thrust as he continued to pound into her pussy.
"AHHHHHH VIIICCKKKYYY....... You make me feel complete!!!!!...AHHH..."
Sonarika groaned as Vikram continued ramming his cock all the way inside her. His hands moved beneath her body to grope at her wildly swinging breasts. Once more the bed thudded loudly against the wall as he took her hard and she began to wail and squeal in her agony and ecstasy.
Each thrust was punctuated by his grunting, and hers in time with him, so that it was difficult to tell whose voice was whose.
"Unh..Ahhh..Unh...Nhh...."
The sound enveloped the apartment, seemingly without end, the rhythmic cadence continuing, their bodies melting together.
"Ahhhh, VICKY......I missed your cock......give it to me...give me more"
And Vikram did just that with his powerful cock, thrusting again and again with incredible stamina, with the two of them moving together in a dance as old as time.
Then without warning Sonarika let out a long screaming high cry the likes of which never heard before.
"AHHHH!! I'm cummmmminggg baby. Cummm with me now aaaaahhhhhhh"
It seemed to go on forever. But Vikram ignored her request that he cum with her, just continuing to pound her right through her orgasm, never stopping, never slowing his rhythm, just continuing to fuck the woman, both of them grunting in time to his thrusts. The sunlight from the window was reflecting brightly off their shining sweat-soaked bodies, as they moved rhythmically together.
"AHHH....AHHH....AHH....AHHHHH"
And then Sonarika's voice again took over in a crescendo of sexual desire.
"Ahh, ahhhh, yessss.....aaaaauiiiiii........I'm cumming again, baby....Do it to me, do it, AHHH!"
Sonarika's eyes closed as her lips pulled back from her teeth and her head thrashed back and forth as she screamed and pulled hard on Vikram's buttocks, pulling his huge cock deeply into her.
And with that began a second orgasm, even more earthquaking than the first. She began fucking back against his dick wildly, grinding her pussy into him. She was now completely used to the thick piece of meat, and began begging for him to cum inside her. Vikram was finally ready again to fill her up. Vikram continued fucking her at full speed, falling into her, and in doing so, entwining all of their bodies into a mass of sweaty flesh. Vikram was grunting into Sonarika's ear like an animal as the last drop of cum filled his massive balls. Then, he gave no warning, just erupted into her. Vikram's cry were similar to some old favorite horror creature features, when a human's scream who'd morph into a wolf's howl when they were becoming werewolves.
He emptied seemingly a bucket's worth of cum into Sonarika over the course of about 15 seconds, and collapsed onto her body. Their tongues embraced, and limbs slid together as if they were two snakes slithering.
It never ended there either. Their heighened mood and chemistry paved the way for another sex session. The rattling of the bed became the drumbeat of their reunion, their passion filling every corner of the room. For once, she wasn’t haunted—she was alive, burning, free. Her soft cries and his answering groans became their unspoken language. Time blurred as they moved together, not cautiously but recklessly, as though they had both been holding back for far too long. And when the final release came, it felt less like surrender and more like triumph—a cleansing fire that left no room for Dilawar’s shadow.
They collapsed side by side, drenched in sweat, the sheets tangled around them. Sonarika’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Vikram brushed a damp strand of hair from her face, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"You’re safe now" he whispered again, softer, surer.
Sonarika turned her face into his chest, closing her eyes. For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt whole, no longer broken.
"Yes" she murmured, curling into him.
"With you, I believe it"
The apartment was silent now, save for the faint hum of the city outside—and the steady rhythm of their hearts, finally in sync.
SOME TIME LATER
Sonarika sat curled against Vikram’s sofa cushions, the faint aftertaste of his cologne lingering on her lips. Her body still trembled from the fire he ignited in her, but her mind wrestled with the heaviness of guilt. She stared at the ceiling, almost afraid to look at him.
"Vicky…" she whispered, breaking the silence.
"I’ve ruined Hemant all over again. I was trying so hard to fix what’s broken… and now, I’ve undone everything"
Vikram leaned back, his eyes following the nervous tremor in her hands. Vikram tilted his head, his eyes steady.
"You’re not ruining him, Soni. Stop carrying that weight. You keep trying to save a marriage that’s already ashes. What you need to realize is simple—your future is with me, not him"
She clutched the sofa’s edge, shaking her head.
"No. Don’t twist it. I never chose you over him. It wasn’t about love. It was about… survival. About Dilawar"
His name poisoned the air. Sonarika’s voice trembled.
"Dilawar scarred me, Vicky. And even though the wounds healed, every time Hemant held me, I felt him again. I couldn’t stand it"
She turned her gaze to Vikram, tears pooling.
"But you—your fire, your dominance—you didn’t let me remember him. You burned those shadows away. That’s why I came to you"
A smirk tugged at Vikram’s lips, though his eyes softened.
"Never imagined you’d admit you like being dominated"
"I don’t" she said firmly.
"I just… need a man strong enough to overpower the pain. Hemant’s tenderness brought the past back. But you, Vikram—you never held back"
His smile deepened, proud.
"So… is this us now? More days like this? More nights?"
Her lips trembled.
"Maybe. Maybe this is what’s best. Because I’ve pushed Hemant too far. I think I’ve lost him completely"
Vikram kissed her forehead.
"Then let him go. You’ve finally chosen me"
But she flinched at his certainty.
"Don’t you see? No matter how perfect we think we are, we’re villains in his story. I’m tearing Hemant’s life apart"
Vikram brushed his thumb against her cheek.
"Hemant isn’t fragile. He’s thriving. YOD Industries is soaring. He’s not the broken man you’re imagining"
At that exact moment, at the neighbouring flat, Hemant sat across from Dheeraj. The chatter of business, contracts, and new ventures filled the room. Dheeraj slapped Hemant’s shoulder.
"You should celebrate! YOD’s partnership with the Army and now REGALCORP—it’s insane. Forget your soon to be ex-wife, man. She’s history. Women like her don’t deserve men like you"
Hemant smiled politely, though his chest tightened at the word ex-wife.
"Maybe. But… I’m not looking for love anymore. Just… companionship, maybe. That’s all"
Dheeraj chuckled.
"Companionship? Ha! The old Hemant was a rockstar with women. Don’t tell me you’re becoming that side again. Isn't that the reason your marriage died, wasn’t it? You stopped being that person and become repressed."
Hemant’s jaw clenched.
"Exactly. That’s why I’ll never make that mistake again"
Dheeraj poured hot water into two empty cups, only to discover his tea tin was empty. Clicking his tongue, he turned to Hemant with a grin.
"Guess I’ll borrow some from Vikram next door. He won’t mind"
Hemant shook his head.
"Don’t bother. We don’t need tea"
"Nonsense!" Dheeraj laughed, already standing.
"You know me—I need my evening tea. Sit tight. I’ll be back"
The bell rang at Vikram’s door. Vikram rose, adjusting his shirt, and pulled it open. Dheeraj’s cheerful face appeared, eyes bouncing immediately from him to Sonarika.
"Ah, Vikram!" Dheeraj beamed.
“Oh , your beuatiful lady is here. Hope I’m not interrupting something, eh?” His tone carried a teasing innuendo.
Vikram forced a smile, while Sonarika stiffened, her stomach dropping.
"Not at all" Vikram said smoothly.
"We were just… talking"
Dheeraj chuckled.
"Good, good. I just ran out of tea powder. Mind sparing some?"
"Of course" Vikram replied. He handed the tin over, but then added lightly.
"Why don’t you stay? We’ll make tea together. Have a chat"
Dheeraj waved him off.
"Wish I could, but I’ve got a friend waiting. Tea’s for both of us"
"Then bring your friend" Vikram said suddenly, grinning.
"We can all sit here. A casual double date, why not?"
Sonarika’s heart lurched. Her fingers dug into the sofa’s fabric. As soon as Dheeraj left, she turned on Vikram, whispering harshly.
"Why would you say that? What are you doing?"
Vikram shrugged, confidence unshaken.
"Because, Sonarika, if we’re going to be together, we can’t keep hiding. Let the world see us as we are"
Few seconds later , a knock came again. This time, two shadows stood outside Vikram’s door when it swung open. Dheeraj, cheerful as ever, and beside him—Hemant. Sonarika froze. The color drained from her face, her heart hammering against her ribs. Hemant’s eyes, calm yet sharp, locked onto hers. For a moment, time stopped.
"Vikram" Dheeraj said warmly, stepping in.
"Meet my friend. This is Hemant—the rising business magnate, the genius behind YOD Industries"
Vikram’s throat tightened. Sonarika’s lips parted but no words came. Hemant only offered a faint nod, his expression unreadable.
"And Hemant" Dheeraj continued obliviously.
"This is Vikram… and his special someone. Honestly, one of the best couples I’ve ever seen. Their chemistry is… unreal"
Sonarika’s knees nearly buckled. She wanted to scream at Dheeraj to stop, but the words wouldn’t form. Hemant’s gaze lingered on her, not with anger—worse—with quiet devastation.
Dheeraj carried on, grinning.
"Sometimes, when I see them together, I wish Sonia and I could be like that. These two? They’re inseparable. I’ve caught them making out in the elevator, the hallway, even right here at the doorstep!"
A brittle silence followed his laughter. Vikram’s jaw tensed. Sonarika felt her insides collapse. Hemant’s face betrayed nothing, but his eyes flickered with a pain he couldn’t hide. And then Hemant’s gaze drifted—toward the living room wall. Dozens of photos hung in neat frames: Sonarika and Vikram in Bali, at Mumbai parties, in tender embraces, laughing, kissing. Each photo was a blade. But what gutted Hemant most was her smile—bright, unrestrained, alive. A smile he realized he hadn’t seen directed at him in years. Sonarika followed his eyes, and dread crushed her.
"No" she whispered under her breath, too soft for Dheeraj to hear.
Dheeraj, still blind to the tension, chuckled.
"Honestly, Hemant, aren’t they a sweet couple?"
Hemant’s lips curved faintly, though his eyes never left the photos.
"Yes" he said evenly.
"I can see that"
Sensing the strain, Vikram interjected quickly.
"Dheeraj, why don’t you help me with the tea?"
"Of course!" Dheeraj said cheerfully, following Vikram into the kitchen.
The moment they went far to the kitchen, silence engulfed the living room. Sonarika turned to Hemant, her voice barely a whisper.
"Hemant… it’s not what it looks like"
His eyes flicked to hers, sharp, wounded. He whispered back, harsh but quiet.
"Don’t insult me with excuses. I can see the truth"
Tears welled in her eyes.
"I only wanted to—"
"Enough"
Hemant cut her off, his voice low and cold.
"This morning, remember? I told you I’d be home late tonight. Plans have changed. I won’t be coming home tonight. Let Karan know his papa has some important business to attend to"
Her chest cracked open.
"Hemant, please—"
Again, he silenced her, his whisper burning.
"You’ve made your decision. And so have I"
The sound of clinking cups in the kitchen pulled them back into composure. By the time Vikram and Dheeraj returned, both Hemant and Sonarika sat stiffly, their faces masks of calm. Dheeraj, still oblivious, beamed at Hemant.
"You know, I admire you so much. Despite your divorce, you’re thriving. Honestly, your ex-wife doesn’t deserve you. She was holding you back. Now you’ve rediscovered yourself"
Every word stabbed Sonarika deeper. Hemant’s jaw tightened, but he let Dheeraj ramble until finally he said.
"We should head out. You know I am only free till evening. We have bowling to attend"
As Dheeraj thanked Vikram for the tea, Hemant lingered a moment longer, his eyes scanning the photographs once more before settling on Sonarika. He gave her the faintest, most devastating smile—then turned and walked away. When the door shut, Sonarika collapsed onto the couch, sobbing, knowing the last fragile thread of her marriage had just snapped.
(TO BE CONTD)
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