08-10-2025, 11:03 AM
CHAPTER 25
The suite at the Oberoi Trident still carried the perfume of a stormy night—scattered clothes across the floor, overturned cushions, bed sheets tangled into an unreadable mess. The bed itself lay empty, but the muted sounds of running water from the bathroom betrayed where the passion had shifted. Inside the marble shower, Hemant Kumar pressed against Mrunal Thakur, both drenched under the spray, hands exploring with the urgency of a night that had yet to end. Her laugh, low and breathless, echoed off the glass as his lips trailed her shoulder. Neither of them seemed in any rush to let the morning interrupt what the night had begun.
Hemant couldn't resist but lower his hands to her soft ass once more. He moaned into her mouth when her hand wrapped around his morning hard cock and pumped him gently. Her wet breast pressed against his chest was turning him on all the more.
Mrunal spun away from Hemant and leaned back against his chest. She continued to jerk off his cock while he massaged her breast and placed soft kisses against her neck. The bollywood beauty lifted her head and gulped air, giving him more access to her neck. His hands were busy playing with her tits, pinching her nipples and kneading the soft skin.
Mrunal turned around pushing Hemant against the far wall. She looked absolutely divine, wet and naked and hungry for his cock again. She kissed him while her eyes locked onto his before she slowly descended to her knees.
She was eye level with his cock and didn't wasted a second to take it into her mouth. Hemant groaned as she masterfully sucked him deeply into her mouth. Her hands remained behind her back, she was only using her tongue and lips to make his legs shake with desire.
Her eyes never left his as he fucked her pretty mouth. He couldn't help but moan at the sight of her on her knees sucking his dick as the water cascaded over her near flawless form. He ran his hand through her wet hair guiding her further along his hard pole.
Mrunal pulled Hemantr's cock out of her mouth with a loud pop. She smiled devilishly at him, redirecting his cock between her soft tits. She wrapped them around his cock encouraging him to fuck her tits. She held them tightly around him as Hemant sawed between the pillows of soft flesh. Mrunal would lick his cockhead whenever it appeared close enough to her face.
The heat in the shower and across his chest was rising as he found himself overwhelmed with arousal. Hemant pulled Mrunal to her feet and kissed her deeply. Their tongues swirled together as his hands grabbed the tits he had been fucking moments earlier.
Hemant broke the kiss and lowered his head to take one of her tasty nipples in his mouth. His fingers were now running through the folds of her pussy that was absolutely drenched at this point. Hemant pushed Mrunal against the wall and dropped to his knees. He pushed two of his fingers inside of her as his lips encircled her clit.
"Oooooooooohhhh"
Mrunal moaned completely taken by his actions. Hemant increased the intensity of his sucking, loving to hear her moan. She ran her hands through his hair and held him still against her clit. He licked and sucked at it as his fingers pumped in and out of her drenched opening at a maddening clip.
"Get up here and fuck me." Mrunal practically growled.
Hemant got to his feet and kissed her hard before spinning her around to face the wall. Mrunal leaned forward putting her hands against the shower, pushing her ass towards him. He bit his lip as he grabbed his cock and eased it inside of her with no trouble whatsoever.
"God damn!"
Hemant groaned as he once again felt the wonders of Mrunal's pussy. His hands found her hips and his cock began to fuck her with deep hard strokes almost as though it had a mind of its own.
"Ahhh yessss!"
Mrunal shouted as she bounced that wonderful tight ass of hers back against his cock that was giving her pussy quite the beating. Mrunal didn't mind one bit and only continued to push back against him, screaming and begging for more. His left hand found her breast his right wrapped around her and played with her pulsing clit.
"HEMANT!!!! you're going to make me cum!! Ooooo AHHHH!!!"
Was all the warning Hemant was given before she exploded all around his cock. He was close as well but grit his teeth and held on as the movie star continued to spasm all around his throbbing cock.
Hemant turned Mrunal around again once her orgasm had passed. He kissed her as he lifted her from her feet and pressed her against the shower wall. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and soon enough he was back to fucking that wonderful pussy once more.
Hemant was close to Cumming and he was no longer holding back. His strokes were strong hard and erratic. He wanted to fill this beautiful actress with all of his cum. She had wanted it, she had earned it and she was going to get it.
"Oh Mrunal, oh my god... Mrunal ooohhhh fuck!"
Hemant screamed as he felt his cock explode and send what felt like a gallon of cum into her demanding pussy. He rested his head against her shoulder as he erupted until there was nothing left in him.
Hemant gently brought Mrunal back to her feet and kissed her once more as the after effects of his orgasm wore off.
When they finally staggered out, steam following them into the cool suite, they were flushed, slick, and smiling in the glow of their shared indulgence. Towels wrapped around their bodies, they collapsed onto the couch, catching their breaths. Mrunal brushed her damp hair back, turned to him with a sly smile, and said.
"I’ll admit, Hemant… you surprised me last night. No wonder Pranitha keeps you as her boytoy"
The teasing lilt in her voice made him chuckle, but beneath it, there was a glint of genuine admiration.
"Boytoy, huh?"
Hemant let the word linger, feeling a strange satisfaction in the label. For the first time in weeks, after the disaster with Sonarika, he felt alive again. She laughed when he shot her a mock-offended look, then grew serious.
"But on a serious note—you can’t tell Pranitha about this. I am pretty sure she will be pissed off"
Hemant raised an eyebrow, amused.
"Don't worry....this is between us"
His tone was mischievous, but her stern look made him grin.
"Besides , she won't think about you once I do what I did last night with you on her.....again!"
Hemant lied , playing along the cover Pranitha made for him. Though after everything , he was definitely thinking about making it a truth in the near future. That made Mrunal’s smile widen, the actress biting her lip to hide her amusement. She glanced at the time and sighed.
"As much as I’d love to keep this going, I need to head home. Photoshoot in the city this afternoon"
She rose, tightening her towel, already half lost in her schedule. Hemant nodded, standing as well.
"And I’ve got to get back to YOD Industries. New projects and frontier preparations"
Their eyes met one last time, heat still flickering between them. She leaned in, brushing his lips with hers in a lingering kiss. They dressed slowly, almost reluctantly, before leaving the suite hand in hand, both silently agreeing this was no one-time mistake—but a secret affair they’d return to again and again.
SOMETIME LATER AT THE APARTMENT
Sonarika sat stiff on the sofa, her palms pressed together, her pulse thundering in her ears. She had barely slept, replaying yesterday like a punishment—Hemant’s unplanned arrival at Vikram’s apartment, the shock on his face when he saw those walls littered with her smiling photographs. The silence afterward was worse than rage. She braced herself as the front door clicked open. Hemant walked in, his face carrying the same practiced smile, a smile that ignored her entirely.
He showered, dressed neatly, and went straight to Karan. Laughter flowed easily between father and son, as if Sonarika were invisible. Her throat tightened as she watched them, the distance between her and Hemant stretching into an unbridgeable chasm. Once Karan left with her sister Anjali, the house fell silent. She knew there would be no better chance. She rose, legs trembling, and moved toward him.
"Hemant, please" she began, her voice low.
"I need to explain—"
"Stop" He didn’t even look at her.
"There’s nothing left to explain. You made your choice. All we’re doing now is waiting for the clock to run down. Endure this house for a few months, then go live with your man. That’s the life you picked. I’m just a formality now"
"Don’t say that! It’s not like that" Her chest ached at the dismissal.
"It’s exactly like that" Hemant shot back, slipping on his watch.
"You wanted him. You got him. Don’t insult me with excuses"
"I swear, there’s a reason—"
"I don’t care" he barked. His calm mask cracked, his voice cutting sharp.
"I don’t want your reasons, Sonarika. I’ve heard enough lies"
Something inside her broke.
"No!"
Her voice thundered through the room, making him flinch.
"You will listen! Do you think I wanted this? Do you think I don’t despise myself every time I see his face?"
His jaw tightened.
"Funny way of showing it. You despise yourself in his bed, in his arms, in his photographs? You look very alive there"
Tears blurred her eyes.
"You don’t understand! I still see Dilawar. I feel his hands on me every night, the way he clawed at me, the way he laughed. My body healed, Hemant, but my soul didn’t! Your gentleness—it only makes the nightmares louder. I needed to forget, I needed something rougher, harsher—"
"So you chose him!" Hemant’s voice dripped with venom.
"You opened your wounds and invited another man to dig his claws in. And I’m supposed to applaud this brilliant healing?"
Her lips trembled.
"Vikram’s roughness silences it. It kills the fear—"
"It also kills us!!" Hemant thundered. His eyes finally burned with rage, the dam breaking.
"Don’t you get it? Every second you spent with him, you drove a knife deeper into me. My love wasn’t enough. My restraint is being exposed as the greatest sin I've ever committed. So you went crawling to him like some addict looking for poison"
She reached for him, desperate.
"No, Hemant, it’s not like that—"
"Shut up!" His roar echoed, his face twisted with pain.
"Every time you try to rebuild this marriage, you burn it to ash yourself. And now you want me to sit here and clap for your explanations?"
He leaned closer, his voice venomous.
"Tell me, Sonarika, what do you want me to become? A cuckold? Should I be like Kunal, watching his wife parade her boyfriend like a trophy? Should I sit at Vikram’s bedpost and watch you moan for him? Is that what you want from me?"
"Stop it, Hemant! Please stop!" Her face drained of color.
He laughed bitterly, his laughter breaking into a sob.
"Why should I? You’ve already humiliated me enough. You’ve paraded my failure as a husband in front of every shadow of this house. And you stand here telling me it was for your healing? Healing for you is a noose for me"
"I never wanted to hurt you" Her voice cracked.
"You always hurt me" Hemant spat, his voice raw.
"Even when you don’t mean to, you tear me apart piece by piece. And you know the worst part? I still love you while you’re busy breaking me"
His breath shuddered, his body trembling.
"I’m the fool who holds the knife you stab me with"
He suddenly collapsed to his knees, his shoulders heaving, tears running unchecked.
"I cherished you as my biggest blessing in life , my ray of light. And you , you're just finding new ways to kill me everyday!"
His cries filled the room, jagged and broken. Sonarika’s own legs gave way as she fell beside him, clutching him tightly.
"Don’t say that! Please, I swear to you—"
But Hemant pulled back, his eyes red, his voice quieter but sharper than a blade.
"No. Don’t you dare swear anything anymore. I’m finished with your pathetic sorrys and excuses. I’ve bled enough for it. If you want to climb out of the abyss you’ve dug for yourself, do it for yourself. Because I won’t be your crutch anymore. Either you suffer in the pit or become someone better. Either way , I am done with you!"
He stood slowly, his tears still fresh but his voice steadier.
"I’m leaving. I have a company to run, and unlike us, that won’t collapse if I look away for a second"
He walked past her without another glance, his footsteps echoing through the silent house. Sonarika remained on the floor, shaking, her arms wrapped around herself as though she could hold her own pieces together. The truth crushed her—her marriage was already ashes, her family fractured beyond repair. The man she loved had turned away, not out of hate, but out of exhaustion. She cursed herself under her breath, rocking as if to silence the echoes of his words. For the first time, she knew: she had not only lost Hemant—she had lost herself.
(CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)
Hemant couldn't resist but lower his hands to her soft ass once more. He moaned into her mouth when her hand wrapped around his morning hard cock and pumped him gently. Her wet breast pressed against his chest was turning him on all the more.
Mrunal spun away from Hemant and leaned back against his chest. She continued to jerk off his cock while he massaged her breast and placed soft kisses against her neck. The bollywood beauty lifted her head and gulped air, giving him more access to her neck. His hands were busy playing with her tits, pinching her nipples and kneading the soft skin.
Mrunal turned around pushing Hemant against the far wall. She looked absolutely divine, wet and naked and hungry for his cock again. She kissed him while her eyes locked onto his before she slowly descended to her knees.
She was eye level with his cock and didn't wasted a second to take it into her mouth. Hemant groaned as she masterfully sucked him deeply into her mouth. Her hands remained behind her back, she was only using her tongue and lips to make his legs shake with desire.
Her eyes never left his as he fucked her pretty mouth. He couldn't help but moan at the sight of her on her knees sucking his dick as the water cascaded over her near flawless form. He ran his hand through her wet hair guiding her further along his hard pole.
Mrunal pulled Hemantr's cock out of her mouth with a loud pop. She smiled devilishly at him, redirecting his cock between her soft tits. She wrapped them around his cock encouraging him to fuck her tits. She held them tightly around him as Hemant sawed between the pillows of soft flesh. Mrunal would lick his cockhead whenever it appeared close enough to her face.
The heat in the shower and across his chest was rising as he found himself overwhelmed with arousal. Hemant pulled Mrunal to her feet and kissed her deeply. Their tongues swirled together as his hands grabbed the tits he had been fucking moments earlier.
Hemant broke the kiss and lowered his head to take one of her tasty nipples in his mouth. His fingers were now running through the folds of her pussy that was absolutely drenched at this point. Hemant pushed Mrunal against the wall and dropped to his knees. He pushed two of his fingers inside of her as his lips encircled her clit.
"Oooooooooohhhh"
Mrunal moaned completely taken by his actions. Hemant increased the intensity of his sucking, loving to hear her moan. She ran her hands through his hair and held him still against her clit. He licked and sucked at it as his fingers pumped in and out of her drenched opening at a maddening clip.
"Get up here and fuck me." Mrunal practically growled.
Hemant got to his feet and kissed her hard before spinning her around to face the wall. Mrunal leaned forward putting her hands against the shower, pushing her ass towards him. He bit his lip as he grabbed his cock and eased it inside of her with no trouble whatsoever.
"God damn!"
Hemant groaned as he once again felt the wonders of Mrunal's pussy. His hands found her hips and his cock began to fuck her with deep hard strokes almost as though it had a mind of its own.
"Ahhh yessss!"
Mrunal shouted as she bounced that wonderful tight ass of hers back against his cock that was giving her pussy quite the beating. Mrunal didn't mind one bit and only continued to push back against him, screaming and begging for more. His left hand found her breast his right wrapped around her and played with her pulsing clit.
"HEMANT!!!! you're going to make me cum!! Ooooo AHHHH!!!"
Was all the warning Hemant was given before she exploded all around his cock. He was close as well but grit his teeth and held on as the movie star continued to spasm all around his throbbing cock.
Hemant turned Mrunal around again once her orgasm had passed. He kissed her as he lifted her from her feet and pressed her against the shower wall. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and soon enough he was back to fucking that wonderful pussy once more.
Hemant was close to Cumming and he was no longer holding back. His strokes were strong hard and erratic. He wanted to fill this beautiful actress with all of his cum. She had wanted it, she had earned it and she was going to get it.
"Oh Mrunal, oh my god... Mrunal ooohhhh fuck!"
Hemant screamed as he felt his cock explode and send what felt like a gallon of cum into her demanding pussy. He rested his head against her shoulder as he erupted until there was nothing left in him.
Hemant gently brought Mrunal back to her feet and kissed her once more as the after effects of his orgasm wore off.
When they finally staggered out, steam following them into the cool suite, they were flushed, slick, and smiling in the glow of their shared indulgence. Towels wrapped around their bodies, they collapsed onto the couch, catching their breaths. Mrunal brushed her damp hair back, turned to him with a sly smile, and said.
"I’ll admit, Hemant… you surprised me last night. No wonder Pranitha keeps you as her boytoy"
The teasing lilt in her voice made him chuckle, but beneath it, there was a glint of genuine admiration.
"Boytoy, huh?"
Hemant let the word linger, feeling a strange satisfaction in the label. For the first time in weeks, after the disaster with Sonarika, he felt alive again. She laughed when he shot her a mock-offended look, then grew serious.
"But on a serious note—you can’t tell Pranitha about this. I am pretty sure she will be pissed off"
Hemant raised an eyebrow, amused.
"Don't worry....this is between us"
His tone was mischievous, but her stern look made him grin.
"Besides , she won't think about you once I do what I did last night with you on her.....again!"
Hemant lied , playing along the cover Pranitha made for him. Though after everything , he was definitely thinking about making it a truth in the near future. That made Mrunal’s smile widen, the actress biting her lip to hide her amusement. She glanced at the time and sighed.
"As much as I’d love to keep this going, I need to head home. Photoshoot in the city this afternoon"
She rose, tightening her towel, already half lost in her schedule. Hemant nodded, standing as well.
"And I’ve got to get back to YOD Industries. New projects and frontier preparations"
Their eyes met one last time, heat still flickering between them. She leaned in, brushing his lips with hers in a lingering kiss. They dressed slowly, almost reluctantly, before leaving the suite hand in hand, both silently agreeing this was no one-time mistake—but a secret affair they’d return to again and again.
SOMETIME LATER AT THE APARTMENT
Sonarika sat stiff on the sofa, her palms pressed together, her pulse thundering in her ears. She had barely slept, replaying yesterday like a punishment—Hemant’s unplanned arrival at Vikram’s apartment, the shock on his face when he saw those walls littered with her smiling photographs. The silence afterward was worse than rage. She braced herself as the front door clicked open. Hemant walked in, his face carrying the same practiced smile, a smile that ignored her entirely.
He showered, dressed neatly, and went straight to Karan. Laughter flowed easily between father and son, as if Sonarika were invisible. Her throat tightened as she watched them, the distance between her and Hemant stretching into an unbridgeable chasm. Once Karan left with her sister Anjali, the house fell silent. She knew there would be no better chance. She rose, legs trembling, and moved toward him.
"Hemant, please" she began, her voice low.
"I need to explain—"
"Stop" He didn’t even look at her.
"There’s nothing left to explain. You made your choice. All we’re doing now is waiting for the clock to run down. Endure this house for a few months, then go live with your man. That’s the life you picked. I’m just a formality now"
"Don’t say that! It’s not like that" Her chest ached at the dismissal.
"It’s exactly like that" Hemant shot back, slipping on his watch.
"You wanted him. You got him. Don’t insult me with excuses"
"I swear, there’s a reason—"
"I don’t care" he barked. His calm mask cracked, his voice cutting sharp.
"I don’t want your reasons, Sonarika. I’ve heard enough lies"
Something inside her broke.
"No!"
Her voice thundered through the room, making him flinch.
"You will listen! Do you think I wanted this? Do you think I don’t despise myself every time I see his face?"
His jaw tightened.
"Funny way of showing it. You despise yourself in his bed, in his arms, in his photographs? You look very alive there"
Tears blurred her eyes.
"You don’t understand! I still see Dilawar. I feel his hands on me every night, the way he clawed at me, the way he laughed. My body healed, Hemant, but my soul didn’t! Your gentleness—it only makes the nightmares louder. I needed to forget, I needed something rougher, harsher—"
"So you chose him!" Hemant’s voice dripped with venom.
"You opened your wounds and invited another man to dig his claws in. And I’m supposed to applaud this brilliant healing?"
Her lips trembled.
"Vikram’s roughness silences it. It kills the fear—"
"It also kills us!!" Hemant thundered. His eyes finally burned with rage, the dam breaking.
"Don’t you get it? Every second you spent with him, you drove a knife deeper into me. My love wasn’t enough. My restraint is being exposed as the greatest sin I've ever committed. So you went crawling to him like some addict looking for poison"
She reached for him, desperate.
"No, Hemant, it’s not like that—"
"Shut up!" His roar echoed, his face twisted with pain.
"Every time you try to rebuild this marriage, you burn it to ash yourself. And now you want me to sit here and clap for your explanations?"
He leaned closer, his voice venomous.
"Tell me, Sonarika, what do you want me to become? A cuckold? Should I be like Kunal, watching his wife parade her boyfriend like a trophy? Should I sit at Vikram’s bedpost and watch you moan for him? Is that what you want from me?"
"Stop it, Hemant! Please stop!" Her face drained of color.
He laughed bitterly, his laughter breaking into a sob.
"Why should I? You’ve already humiliated me enough. You’ve paraded my failure as a husband in front of every shadow of this house. And you stand here telling me it was for your healing? Healing for you is a noose for me"
"I never wanted to hurt you" Her voice cracked.
"You always hurt me" Hemant spat, his voice raw.
"Even when you don’t mean to, you tear me apart piece by piece. And you know the worst part? I still love you while you’re busy breaking me"
His breath shuddered, his body trembling.
"I’m the fool who holds the knife you stab me with"
He suddenly collapsed to his knees, his shoulders heaving, tears running unchecked.
"I cherished you as my biggest blessing in life , my ray of light. And you , you're just finding new ways to kill me everyday!"
His cries filled the room, jagged and broken. Sonarika’s own legs gave way as she fell beside him, clutching him tightly.
"Don’t say that! Please, I swear to you—"
But Hemant pulled back, his eyes red, his voice quieter but sharper than a blade.
"No. Don’t you dare swear anything anymore. I’m finished with your pathetic sorrys and excuses. I’ve bled enough for it. If you want to climb out of the abyss you’ve dug for yourself, do it for yourself. Because I won’t be your crutch anymore. Either you suffer in the pit or become someone better. Either way , I am done with you!"
He stood slowly, his tears still fresh but his voice steadier.
"I’m leaving. I have a company to run, and unlike us, that won’t collapse if I look away for a second"
He walked past her without another glance, his footsteps echoing through the silent house. Sonarika remained on the floor, shaking, her arms wrapped around herself as though she could hold her own pieces together. The truth crushed her—her marriage was already ashes, her family fractured beyond repair. The man she loved had turned away, not out of hate, but out of exhaustion. She cursed herself under her breath, rocking as if to silence the echoes of his words. For the first time, she knew: she had not only lost Hemant—she had lost herself.
(CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)
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