03-10-2025, 11:28 AM
Chapter 86: Farewell and New Beginnings
Nivi stood on the balcony, the noon breeze brushing her skin, the black babydoll lingerie exposed under the open bathrobe, the black stockings clinging to her thighs.
The smoke from their cigarettes lingered in the air, the garden below quiet except for the distant hum of the resort. Raghavan leaned against the railing, his casual shirt and jeans relaxed, his eyes warm yet teasing as he took a final drag. The clock ticked past 12:50 PM, the 2 PM checkout approaching, the suite’s intimacy still fresh in her mind.
She exhaled, the cigarette trembling in her hand. “That was… a lot to take in,” she said, her voice soft, glancing at the suite door where Vikram waited.
Raghavan nodded, flicking ash over the edge. “I bet it was. So, Nivi, do you want to finish the fucking with Vikram? I can stay out here, give you the space.”
His tone was casual but direct, his eyes searching hers, the cigarette glowing.
Nivi’s heart skipped, her cheeks flushing.
“No… I can’t if you’re here. My heart won’t accept it.” She paused, her voice steadying. “I’ve already gone way ahead with him. He’s a stranger, and whatever happened is enough.” Her words carried a mix of relief and resolve, the robe fluttering in the breeze.
He raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Fair enough. I won’t push. Let’s head in.” He stubbed out his cigarette, leading her back inside, the balcony door clicking shut behind them.
They stepped into the suite, the air warmer, the scent of sex faint but present. Vikram looked up from the suitcase, his shirt half-buttoned, a shy smile on his face. Raghavan approached him, his voice firm yet kind. “Vikram, thanks for keeping Nivi company and helping with the packing. Sorry for interrupting earlier.” He pulled out a wad of cash, offering it as a tip.
Vikram shook his head, his eyes shifting to Nivi. “No, sir. Meeting you both is the biggest tip of my life. I don’t need this.” His voice was sincere, his hands raised in refusal, a hint of sadness in his gaze.
Nivi’s heart tugged, her eyes softening. “You’re leaving soon, aren’t you? Another trek with other guests?” Her voice was gentle, the news sinking in.
He nodded, his smile fading. “Yes, in an hour. This will be our last meeting, I think.” His tone carried regret, the waterfall moment echoing between them.
Nivi stepped forward, unable to hold back. She hugged him tight, her arms around his neck, the bathrobe brushing his chest. “Thanks for everything, Vikram. Maybe we’ll meet again someday.” She pulled back slightly, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, her lips lingering for a moment.
Vikram’s face lit up, then dimmed with a sad smile. “I hope so. Take care, Nivi.” He grabbed his things, gave a small wave, and left the suite, the door closing with a quiet click. The room felt emptier, his absence weighing on her.
Nivi stood still, a lump forming in her throat. “He’s gone,” she whispered, her voice breaking, the sadness creeping in. She turned to the window, the garden a blur through her tears.
Raghavan stepped closer, his hand on her shoulder. “Hey, don’t be sad. He’ll remember you fondly. You’ve grown through this.” His voice was soothing, his touch grounding her.
She wiped her eyes, nodding. “I know. It’s just… hard to let go.” Her gaze dropped to the lingerie peeking from the robe, the black stockings a reminder of the day.
He noticed, his smile turning playful. “Show me that lingerie again. I bought it for you, and you wore it for him?” His tone was mocking, a teasing edge to his words.
Nivi laughed, the mood lightening. “You bought me a lot of things. This won’t be the first time you miss out on seeing every outfit.” Her voice was playful, her hands adjusting the robe.
Raghavan grinned, stepping closer. “True. You can keep each one for the men you’re gonna fuck with. A new outfit for every lover—how’s that sound?” His comment was dirty, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Her breath caught, a thrill rushing through her at the idea. The thought of power through her beauty, choosing lovers, made her pulse quicken. She blushed, her shyness flaring, her hands fidgeting with the robe’s tie.
He noticed her reaction, his grin widening. “Look at you, getting all shy and excited.” He moved behind her, giving her ass a playful slap through the robe, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “Such a naughty girl, saving those outfits for your fun,” he mocked, his tone dripping with dirty humor.
Nivi gasped, the slap sending a jolt through her, her cheeks burning. “Raghavan!” she protested, half-laughing, half-embarrassed.
He chuckled, stepping back. “Go take a bath, get ready for checkout. Freshen up that naughty mind.” His voice was commanding, a smile lingering as he pointed to the bathroom.
She nodded, still flustered, and headed to the bathroom, the robe swaying. The tiles were cool under her stocking-clad feet, the mirror reflecting her flushed face. She started the water, the steam rising, when the door creaked open. Raghavan stepped in, his casual clothes contrasting the intimate space, his eyes on her.
“Thought I’d join,” he said, his voice low.
Nivi stood on the balcony, the noon breeze brushing her skin, the black babydoll lingerie exposed under the open bathrobe, the black stockings clinging to her thighs.
The smoke from their cigarettes lingered in the air, the garden below quiet except for the distant hum of the resort. Raghavan leaned against the railing, his casual shirt and jeans relaxed, his eyes warm yet teasing as he took a final drag. The clock ticked past 12:50 PM, the 2 PM checkout approaching, the suite’s intimacy still fresh in her mind.
She exhaled, the cigarette trembling in her hand. “That was… a lot to take in,” she said, her voice soft, glancing at the suite door where Vikram waited.
Raghavan nodded, flicking ash over the edge. “I bet it was. So, Nivi, do you want to finish the fucking with Vikram? I can stay out here, give you the space.”
His tone was casual but direct, his eyes searching hers, the cigarette glowing.
Nivi’s heart skipped, her cheeks flushing.
“No… I can’t if you’re here. My heart won’t accept it.” She paused, her voice steadying. “I’ve already gone way ahead with him. He’s a stranger, and whatever happened is enough.” Her words carried a mix of relief and resolve, the robe fluttering in the breeze.
He raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Fair enough. I won’t push. Let’s head in.” He stubbed out his cigarette, leading her back inside, the balcony door clicking shut behind them.
They stepped into the suite, the air warmer, the scent of sex faint but present. Vikram looked up from the suitcase, his shirt half-buttoned, a shy smile on his face. Raghavan approached him, his voice firm yet kind. “Vikram, thanks for keeping Nivi company and helping with the packing. Sorry for interrupting earlier.” He pulled out a wad of cash, offering it as a tip.
Vikram shook his head, his eyes shifting to Nivi. “No, sir. Meeting you both is the biggest tip of my life. I don’t need this.” His voice was sincere, his hands raised in refusal, a hint of sadness in his gaze.
Nivi’s heart tugged, her eyes softening. “You’re leaving soon, aren’t you? Another trek with other guests?” Her voice was gentle, the news sinking in.
He nodded, his smile fading. “Yes, in an hour. This will be our last meeting, I think.” His tone carried regret, the waterfall moment echoing between them.
Nivi stepped forward, unable to hold back. She hugged him tight, her arms around his neck, the bathrobe brushing his chest. “Thanks for everything, Vikram. Maybe we’ll meet again someday.” She pulled back slightly, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, her lips lingering for a moment.
Vikram’s face lit up, then dimmed with a sad smile. “I hope so. Take care, Nivi.” He grabbed his things, gave a small wave, and left the suite, the door closing with a quiet click. The room felt emptier, his absence weighing on her.
Nivi stood still, a lump forming in her throat. “He’s gone,” she whispered, her voice breaking, the sadness creeping in. She turned to the window, the garden a blur through her tears.
Raghavan stepped closer, his hand on her shoulder. “Hey, don’t be sad. He’ll remember you fondly. You’ve grown through this.” His voice was soothing, his touch grounding her.
She wiped her eyes, nodding. “I know. It’s just… hard to let go.” Her gaze dropped to the lingerie peeking from the robe, the black stockings a reminder of the day.
He noticed, his smile turning playful. “Show me that lingerie again. I bought it for you, and you wore it for him?” His tone was mocking, a teasing edge to his words.
Nivi laughed, the mood lightening. “You bought me a lot of things. This won’t be the first time you miss out on seeing every outfit.” Her voice was playful, her hands adjusting the robe.
Raghavan grinned, stepping closer. “True. You can keep each one for the men you’re gonna fuck with. A new outfit for every lover—how’s that sound?” His comment was dirty, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Her breath caught, a thrill rushing through her at the idea. The thought of power through her beauty, choosing lovers, made her pulse quicken. She blushed, her shyness flaring, her hands fidgeting with the robe’s tie.
He noticed her reaction, his grin widening. “Look at you, getting all shy and excited.” He moved behind her, giving her ass a playful slap through the robe, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “Such a naughty girl, saving those outfits for your fun,” he mocked, his tone dripping with dirty humor.
Nivi gasped, the slap sending a jolt through her, her cheeks burning. “Raghavan!” she protested, half-laughing, half-embarrassed.
He chuckled, stepping back. “Go take a bath, get ready for checkout. Freshen up that naughty mind.” His voice was commanding, a smile lingering as he pointed to the bathroom.
She nodded, still flustered, and headed to the bathroom, the robe swaying. The tiles were cool under her stocking-clad feet, the mirror reflecting her flushed face. She started the water, the steam rising, when the door creaked open. Raghavan stepped in, his casual clothes contrasting the intimate space, his eyes on her.
“Thought I’d join,” he said, his voice low.
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