03-10-2025, 11:36 AM
Chapter 90: Back to Routine
Nivi woke up, the morning light filtering through the curtains, her body heavy with a tiredness that hadn't hit yesterday. The weekend's fun—trekking, wild sex with Vikram and Raghavan—had left its mark. Her legs ached, sore from the climbs and the passionate nights, her pussy burning and itching as an aftermath, the sensation unfamiliar yet persistent.
Her whole body throbbed with dull pains, a reminder of the resort's intensity. She stretched, wincing, and slid out of bed, the green kurta from last night crumpled beside her.
She shuffled to the living room, the familiar creak of the floor underfoot, and saw her mother-in-law at the stove, the sizzle of dosa filling the air. The kids, dressed for college, bounced around with their backpacks, their toy car and dinosaur in hand. “Morning,” Nivi mumbled, her voice hoarse, the soreness making her move slowly.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” her mother-in-law teased, flipping a dosa, her saree swaying. “Kids, get ready—the bus is almost here.” The boys hugged Nivi quick, their energy a contrast to her stiffness, and dashed out as the bus honked.
Nivi watched them go, then limped to the bathroom, the hot shower calling. The water cascaded over her, easing the ache in her muscles, the steam soothing her burning pussy. She scrubbed gently, the itching fading, her mind replaying the weekend's passion. After drying off, she joined her mother-in-law for breakfast, a small plate of dosa and chutney waiting.
The older woman eyed her, a naughty grin spreading. “Look at you, walking like you've been rode hard. Those fucks must've left a mark—literally.” Her voice was playful, her eyes flicking to the faint bruises on Nivi's neck.
Nivi blushed, adjusting her kurta. “Stop it! The trekking was tough, and… well, you know.” She laughed, the chutney spicy on her tongue, the marks tingling under her touch.
Her mother-in-law chuckled, leaning closer. “Trekking, huh? Those marks tell a different story—someone's been busy. Rest that sexy body, girl.” Her tone was mischievous, the kitchen warm with their laughter.
After eating, Nivi grabbed her phone, dialing Raghavan. “Hey, you reached safe?” she asked, her voice soft, the connection crackling.
“Yeah, just got in,” he replied, his tone warm. “You okay?” His concern made her smile.
“Fine, just sore. Talk later?” She hung up, feeling grounded, then turned to getting ready. Following her mother-in-law's advice, she dabbed foundation on the neck bruises, adding a touch of makeup to hide the marks, the mirror reflecting a polished look. She chose a plain blue kurta and black leggings, comfortable yet flattering, the weekend's boldness tucked away.
She wasn't up for the crowded bus, her legs protesting, so she hailed an auto. The ride was bumpy, the city's noise filling the air, and she arrived at the office by late morning, the building buzzing. The women coworkers—Saritha and Lakshmi—noticed her walk immediately, the slight limp drawing their eyes.
Saritha pulled her aside near the tea station, her voice low. “Nivi, what's with that walk? Who's the lucky one making you strut like that?” Her tone was curious, a smirk playing on her lips.
Lakshmi giggled, leaning in. “Spill it—did someone give you a wild night?” Their eyes sparkled with gossip.
Nivi grinned, keeping it naughty but vague. “Just the trekking, girls. Wore me out—legs are killing me.” Her laugh was smooth, deflecting their probes, the kurta shifting as she moved.
The boys gang—Ashwin, Dinesh, and Ashok—walked in, catching the tail end. “Trekking?” Ashwin boomed, hands on his hips. “You went without us, Nivi? Not fair!”
Dinesh nodded, smirking. “Yeah, next time we're joining. No solo adventures!” Ashok smiled shyly, agreeing, their friendly scolding warming the room.
The day rolled on with usual work—spreadsheets, client calls, the office hum familiar. Her walk eased as she settled, the soreness fading into the background. By evening, as she packed up, Ashwin and Mohan approached. “Need a drop?” Ashwin offered, his grin wide.
Mohan nodded, then frowned. “Wait, I've got an urgent meeting. Ashwin, you take her.” His voice was apologetic, rushing off.
Ashwin shrugged, leading her to his car. “Lucky me,” he teased, opening the door. The drive was short, the city lights flickering, the air cool.
He glanced at her, smirking. “That trek must've been fun—you're glowing. Any hot guides?” His tone was flirty, his eyes twinkling.
Nivi laughed, playing along. “Maybe one or two. You'd have loved the view.” Her voice was light, the flirt keeping it friendly, the kurta brushing her thighs.
They chatted about work, his jokes easing her, and he dropped her near her street. “See you tomorrow,” he said, waving as she stepped out, the day ending with a normal calm, her mind on the power ahead.
Nivi woke up, the morning light filtering through the curtains, her body heavy with a tiredness that hadn't hit yesterday. The weekend's fun—trekking, wild sex with Vikram and Raghavan—had left its mark. Her legs ached, sore from the climbs and the passionate nights, her pussy burning and itching as an aftermath, the sensation unfamiliar yet persistent.
Her whole body throbbed with dull pains, a reminder of the resort's intensity. She stretched, wincing, and slid out of bed, the green kurta from last night crumpled beside her.
She shuffled to the living room, the familiar creak of the floor underfoot, and saw her mother-in-law at the stove, the sizzle of dosa filling the air. The kids, dressed for college, bounced around with their backpacks, their toy car and dinosaur in hand. “Morning,” Nivi mumbled, her voice hoarse, the soreness making her move slowly.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” her mother-in-law teased, flipping a dosa, her saree swaying. “Kids, get ready—the bus is almost here.” The boys hugged Nivi quick, their energy a contrast to her stiffness, and dashed out as the bus honked.
Nivi watched them go, then limped to the bathroom, the hot shower calling. The water cascaded over her, easing the ache in her muscles, the steam soothing her burning pussy. She scrubbed gently, the itching fading, her mind replaying the weekend's passion. After drying off, she joined her mother-in-law for breakfast, a small plate of dosa and chutney waiting.
The older woman eyed her, a naughty grin spreading. “Look at you, walking like you've been rode hard. Those fucks must've left a mark—literally.” Her voice was playful, her eyes flicking to the faint bruises on Nivi's neck.
Nivi blushed, adjusting her kurta. “Stop it! The trekking was tough, and… well, you know.” She laughed, the chutney spicy on her tongue, the marks tingling under her touch.
Her mother-in-law chuckled, leaning closer. “Trekking, huh? Those marks tell a different story—someone's been busy. Rest that sexy body, girl.” Her tone was mischievous, the kitchen warm with their laughter.
After eating, Nivi grabbed her phone, dialing Raghavan. “Hey, you reached safe?” she asked, her voice soft, the connection crackling.
“Yeah, just got in,” he replied, his tone warm. “You okay?” His concern made her smile.
“Fine, just sore. Talk later?” She hung up, feeling grounded, then turned to getting ready. Following her mother-in-law's advice, she dabbed foundation on the neck bruises, adding a touch of makeup to hide the marks, the mirror reflecting a polished look. She chose a plain blue kurta and black leggings, comfortable yet flattering, the weekend's boldness tucked away.
She wasn't up for the crowded bus, her legs protesting, so she hailed an auto. The ride was bumpy, the city's noise filling the air, and she arrived at the office by late morning, the building buzzing. The women coworkers—Saritha and Lakshmi—noticed her walk immediately, the slight limp drawing their eyes.
Saritha pulled her aside near the tea station, her voice low. “Nivi, what's with that walk? Who's the lucky one making you strut like that?” Her tone was curious, a smirk playing on her lips.
Lakshmi giggled, leaning in. “Spill it—did someone give you a wild night?” Their eyes sparkled with gossip.
Nivi grinned, keeping it naughty but vague. “Just the trekking, girls. Wore me out—legs are killing me.” Her laugh was smooth, deflecting their probes, the kurta shifting as she moved.
The boys gang—Ashwin, Dinesh, and Ashok—walked in, catching the tail end. “Trekking?” Ashwin boomed, hands on his hips. “You went without us, Nivi? Not fair!”
Dinesh nodded, smirking. “Yeah, next time we're joining. No solo adventures!” Ashok smiled shyly, agreeing, their friendly scolding warming the room.
The day rolled on with usual work—spreadsheets, client calls, the office hum familiar. Her walk eased as she settled, the soreness fading into the background. By evening, as she packed up, Ashwin and Mohan approached. “Need a drop?” Ashwin offered, his grin wide.
Mohan nodded, then frowned. “Wait, I've got an urgent meeting. Ashwin, you take her.” His voice was apologetic, rushing off.
Ashwin shrugged, leading her to his car. “Lucky me,” he teased, opening the door. The drive was short, the city lights flickering, the air cool.
He glanced at her, smirking. “That trek must've been fun—you're glowing. Any hot guides?” His tone was flirty, his eyes twinkling.
Nivi laughed, playing along. “Maybe one or two. You'd have loved the view.” Her voice was light, the flirt keeping it friendly, the kurta brushing her thighs.
They chatted about work, his jokes easing her, and he dropped her near her street. “See you tomorrow,” he said, waving as she stepped out, the day ending with a normal calm, her mind on the power ahead.