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Whispers of Forbidden Love: Echoes in the Afterglow
Vinay lay beside Anjali on the rumpled sheets of the bed, their bodies still humming from the intensity of their earlier passion. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting warm shadows over her milky white skin. Sweat glistened on her curves, her large breasts rising and falling with each steady breath, the black beads of her mangalsutra resting between them like a sacred tether to her past life. Her head was pillowed on his arm, her sensuous lips parted slightly, eyes half-closed in a haze of satisfaction. Vinay's hand traced lazy circles on her hip, feeling the smooth texture of her skin, the slight give of her flesh under his fingertips.
He turned his head to kiss her forehead gently, his lips lingering there, tasting the faint saltiness of her sweat. 'Akkayya,' he murmured, voice low and filled with affection, 'that was incredible. Every time with you feels like the first—your body, your moans, the way you clench around me. I love you so much.' His mouth moved lower, pressing soft kisses along her temple, then down to her cheek, sucking lightly on the soft skin there. Anjali sighed, her hand coming up to cup his face, thumb stroking his jawline.
'I know, thammudu,' she whispered back, her voice a mix of tenderness and something deeper, more conflicted. But as his lips trailed to her neck, nipping at the pulse point, a shadow crossed her features. She pulled back slightly, her brown eyes meeting his with a flicker of guilt. 'But... I'm married, Vinay. To Rajesh. This—us—it's wrong. What would he think if he knew? What does it make me?'
Vinay paused, his hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumb brushing over the pinkish nipple, which hardened instantly under his touch. He didn't stop; instead, he leaned in to kiss her collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste her. 'Shh, akkayya. Don't think about that now. Let me show you how much I adore you.' He kissed lower, his mouth capturing the swell of her breast, lips sucking gently on the soft mound before moving to the underside, where he planted a trail of wet kisses. Anjali arched slightly, a soft moan escaping despite her words, her body betraying the turmoil in her mind.
He lavished attention on her breasts next, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking slowly, his tongue swirling around the erect bud. His free hand kneaded the other breast, fingers squeezing the heavy flesh, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger. 'These are perfect,' he breathed against her skin, switching sides, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak just enough to make her gasp. Anjali's hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer even as she whispered, 'Thammudu, we shouldn't... I feel so guilty.'
Vinay's kisses continued downward, over the slight curve of her belly, his tongue dipping into her navel, circling the tiny indentation before kissing along her hip bone. He spread her thighs gently with his hands, exposing her pussy—still swollen and slick from their previous lovemaking, the lips puffy and glistening. But he didn't rush; instead, he kissed the inside of her thigh, starting near her knee and working up slowly, his breath hot against her skin. 'Guilt or not, akkayya, you deserve this pleasure. I lust for every inch of you—your taste, your scent, the way you tremble.'
She watched him through hooded eyes, her guilt warring with the building arousal as his lips reached the crease where thigh met groin. He kissed there, sucking lightly, then moved to the other side, mirroring his actions. Anjali's hips shifted restlessly, her pussy aching for attention, but Vinay teased, kissing around her center without touching it yet. Finally, he pressed his mouth to her mound, nose brushing the trimmed dark hair, inhaling her musky aroma.
'Thammudu...' she breathed, her voice laced with need now, the guilt fading under his tender assault. Vinay's tongue darted out, licking a slow stripe along her outer lips, tasting the remnants of their cum mixed with her fresh arousal. He parted her folds with his fingers, exposing her clit, and kissed it softly, like a lover's promise. Then he licked her entrance, tongue probing gently, lapping up the creamy essence. Anjali moaned louder, her hands fisting the sheets, legs spreading wider to give him access.
As he feasted, his tongue delving deeper into her pussy, swirling around the inner walls, he murmured against her, vibrations humming through her core. 'Tell me about the kids, akkayya. You've wanted them so badly—how it hurts that it hasn't happened.' He sucked her clit into his mouth then, nursing on it gently while his tongue flicked the tip, his fingers sliding into her to stroke her g-spot.
Anjali's back arched, pleasure spiking, but his words pulled her back to reality. 'Oh... thammudu, yes, I do. So badly. We've tried for years—every night, every position—but nothing. It's futile, like my body won't cooperate. Rajesh says it's God's will, but I ache for a child, to feel life growing inside me.' Her voice broke on a moan as he added a second finger, pumping slowly, his mouth never leaving her clit.
Vinay lifted his head briefly, lips shiny with her juices, eyes dark with desire and concern. 'Have you two visited a fertility clinic? Checked if something's wrong?' He dove back in, tongue thrusting into her pussy now, fucking her with it while his thumb circled her clit.
Anjali whimpered, hips bucking against his face. 'N-no... I bring it up, but Rajesh always avoids it. Changes the subject, says we'll pray more. He gets defensive, like it's a failure on his part. But I push, thammudu— I want a family so much.' Her words dissolved into gasps as his licking intensified, tongue flat and broad, lapping her from entrance to clit in long strokes.
He ate her out thoroughly, fingers curling inside her, until she was on the edge, pussy clenching around him. But he pulled back, rising up her body, his cock hard and throbbing against her thigh. 'Akkayya, let me fill you properly. Let me give you what he can't.' He positioned himself between her legs, rubbing the thick head of his cock along her slit, coating it in her wetness.
Anjali nodded weakly, desire overriding guilt for the moment. Vinay pushed in slowly, missionary style, her legs wrapping around his waist as he sank deep into her pussy. The stretch was exquisite, her walls hugging him tightly, still sensitive from before. He bottomed out, holding still, their foreheads touching. 'Rajesh is useless, akkayya. I think he's impotent—why else avoid the clinic? Leave him. Come to me. Bear my kids. I'll fuck you every day, fill you with my seed until you're swollen with our child.'
He began to thrust slowly, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, his cock dragging along her inner walls, hitting every sensitive spot. Anjali's pussy fluttered around him, her moans soft and rhythmic. But his words pierced her. 'No, thammudu... don't speak like that. I'm married. I love Rajesh—he's my husband, my everything.' Her voice trembled, but her hips rose to meet his, body craving the connection.
Vinay's pace remained unhurried, each thrust deep and deliberate, his pubic bone grinding against her clit. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss, tongue sliding in to taste her. Breaking it, he whispered hotly against her mouth, 'If you really love him, akkayya, you wouldn't be like this in front of me—legs spread, pussy dripping for my cock, moaning my name.' To emphasize, he dipped his head to her chest, tongue licking the chain of her mangalsutra, tracing the black beads before taking them between his teeth, chewing lightly on the sacred necklace while his hips rolled into her.
The mangalsutra tugged slightly against her skin, the beads clicking softly with his movements. Anjali felt a thrill of mischief mix with her arousal, a smirk curving her lips even as she moaned. 'Badmash... leave that sisterfucker,' she teased breathlessly, her hands clutching his shoulders. 'You want to make fun of me, thammudu? Chewing my mangalsutra while fucking me senseless?' Her pussy clenched around him at the naughtiness, pulling a groan from his throat.
Vinay chuckled low, releasing the beads to kiss her neck, but his thrusts stayed slow, savoring the wet heat of her. 'Tell me, akkayya—how does my cock compare to his? Was your sex life always so dull?'
Anjali's cheeks flushed, the amulet's subtle influence weaving through her thoughts, exaggerating the memories of her past intimacy while amplifying her current obsession with Vinay. She bit her lip, moaning as he ground deep. 'Oh... thammudu, Rajesh's... it's small, barely fills me. Our sex was quick, mechanical—two minutes in missionary, him grunting and done. No passion, no fire. But you... your cock is so thick, so long, stretching me perfectly, hitting places I didn't know existed. Our life was dull, boring—foreplay was a kiss on the cheek. Now, with you, I crave it constantly, my pussy aches for this fullness.' Her words spilled out, laced with lust, her hips circling to take him deeper.
Vinay's control frayed at her confessions, his slow thrusts picking up speed, hips snapping harder now, the bed creaking under them. 'That's right, akkayya—I'm what you need.' He captured her mouth in a deep kiss, tongues tangling fiercely, sucking on her lower lip as he pounded into her. Anjali kissed back with equal hunger, her nails digging into his back, legs tightening around him.
Their pace turned frantic, skin slapping wetly, her pussy squelching around his pistoning cock. Vinay's hand slipped between them, fingers rubbing her clit in fast circles, pushing her over the edge. Anjali broke the kiss to cry out, her orgasm crashing through her, walls spasming, milking him as juices flooded around his shaft. 'Thammudu! Yes, cum inside me!' Vinay followed seconds later, burying deep and erupting, hot spurts of cum painting her insides, his groans muffled against her neck.
They rode the waves together, bodies trembling, until he collapsed onto her, still joined. Anjali's arms wrapped around him, holding him close as aftershocks rippled through them. Slowly, he rolled to his side, pulling her with him so she dbangd over his chest, her head nestled under his chin. Her fingers began to trace loving patterns on his skin—over his pecs, down his abs, circling his nipples idly, a soft smile on her face.
'Vinay... thammudu,' she murmured sleepily, her voice filled with wistful affection. 'You should have been born earlier. Met me first, married me. We'd have built a life together, a family. I would have been yours from the start.' Her fingers dipped lower, stroking the base of his softening cock gently, not arousing but comforting.
Vinay kissed the top of her head, his hand rubbing her back in slow strokes. 'It's still not late, akkayya. We can be a couple now—live for us, not what society dictates.'
Anjali lifted her head, eyes soft but firm, though her fingers continued their playful exploration, now tracing his hip bone. 'Stop that, thammudu. We're bound by society rules—marriage, vows, expectations. I can't just leave it all.' She sighed, nestling back down, her large breasts pressing against his side.
'Happiness comes first,' Vinay countered gently, his hand cupping her ass, squeezing the firm cheek. 'Think about it—Priya doesn't want kids at all; she's told me. And Rajesh... with his issues, they won't have any either. Actually, Rajesh and Priya would be a good match. Impotent Rajesh won't pressure her for children, although Priya loves me still. But They'd be content without the children factor. I love priya too but my attraction towards you is as deep as ocean'. Anjali's cheeks turned crimson with shyness and her heartbeat also rised.
Anjali hummed thoughtfully, her fingers now playing with the hair on his chest. Before she could respond, Vinay shifted, his mouth finding her breast again. He latched onto her nipple, sucking tenderly, tongue laving the peak in slow circles. The sensation pulled a soft moan from her, her body relaxing into it.
'You never leave them alone, thammudu,' she said with a light laugh, nodding her head in agreement even as pleasure tingled through her. 'Always worshipping these.'
Vinay released the nipple with a pop, grinning up at her before switching to the other, sucking gently, his hand kneading the first. 'This is my property, akkayya. Even when we have kids later, I'll continue sucking these—with our son watching, learning from his father how to appreciate his mother.'
Anjali's eyes widened, a blush creeping over her cheeks, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she whispered, 'I want a daughter, thammudu. Someone like me, strong and beautiful.'
Vinay started laughing then, the sound rumbling through his chest, vibrating against her. He lifted his head, eyes twinkling with amusement. 'See? You're already thinking about our kids, akkayya.'
She shied away, burying her face in his neck, her voice muffled. 'You're spoiling me, thammudu. Making me dream of impossibilities. And I feel so guilty—thinking of Rajesh like this, betraying him. But... I love you too, in ways I can't explain.' Her fingers resumed their loving caresses, tracing his collarbone now, as guilt and affection swirled in her heart.
Vinay held her tighter, his mouth finding the mangalsutra again, sucking on the beads gently even as drowsiness claimed them. 'Sleep now, my love. We'll figure it out.' They drifted off in each other's embrace, his lips still teasing the sacred chain in his sleep, their bodies entwined like lovers defying the world.
The night stretched on in peaceful quiet, broken only by their soft breaths. Vinay's dreams were filled with visions of Anjali swollen with his child, her breasts fuller, her smile radiant. Anjali dreamed of a life unburdened by guilt, where love conquered all rules. But reality lingered at the edges, a shadow they would face come morning.
As the hours passed, Vinay stirred once, his hand sliding between her thighs in sleep, fingers brushing her pussy lightly, eliciting a soft sigh from her. She didn't wake, but her body responded, hips shifting closer. He kissed her shoulder, murmuring 'mine' before settling again. Anjali's arm dbangd over his waist, holding him possessively, her guilt subdued in the warmth of his presence.
By dawn's first light, they remained locked together, the mangalsutra caught between his teeth, a symbol of their tangled desires. The conversation of the night echoed in their subconscious—guilt, love, futures imagined—binding them deeper in this forbidden dance.
Vinay lay beside Anjali on the rumpled sheets of the bed, their bodies still humming from the intensity of their earlier passion. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting warm shadows over her milky white skin. Sweat glistened on her curves, her large breasts rising and falling with each steady breath, the black beads of her mangalsutra resting between them like a sacred tether to her past life. Her head was pillowed on his arm, her sensuous lips parted slightly, eyes half-closed in a haze of satisfaction. Vinay's hand traced lazy circles on her hip, feeling the smooth texture of her skin, the slight give of her flesh under his fingertips.
He turned his head to kiss her forehead gently, his lips lingering there, tasting the faint saltiness of her sweat. 'Akkayya,' he murmured, voice low and filled with affection, 'that was incredible. Every time with you feels like the first—your body, your moans, the way you clench around me. I love you so much.' His mouth moved lower, pressing soft kisses along her temple, then down to her cheek, sucking lightly on the soft skin there. Anjali sighed, her hand coming up to cup his face, thumb stroking his jawline.
'I know, thammudu,' she whispered back, her voice a mix of tenderness and something deeper, more conflicted. But as his lips trailed to her neck, nipping at the pulse point, a shadow crossed her features. She pulled back slightly, her brown eyes meeting his with a flicker of guilt. 'But... I'm married, Vinay. To Rajesh. This—us—it's wrong. What would he think if he knew? What does it make me?'
Vinay paused, his hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumb brushing over the pinkish nipple, which hardened instantly under his touch. He didn't stop; instead, he leaned in to kiss her collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste her. 'Shh, akkayya. Don't think about that now. Let me show you how much I adore you.' He kissed lower, his mouth capturing the swell of her breast, lips sucking gently on the soft mound before moving to the underside, where he planted a trail of wet kisses. Anjali arched slightly, a soft moan escaping despite her words, her body betraying the turmoil in her mind.
He lavished attention on her breasts next, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking slowly, his tongue swirling around the erect bud. His free hand kneaded the other breast, fingers squeezing the heavy flesh, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger. 'These are perfect,' he breathed against her skin, switching sides, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak just enough to make her gasp. Anjali's hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer even as she whispered, 'Thammudu, we shouldn't... I feel so guilty.'
Vinay's kisses continued downward, over the slight curve of her belly, his tongue dipping into her navel, circling the tiny indentation before kissing along her hip bone. He spread her thighs gently with his hands, exposing her pussy—still swollen and slick from their previous lovemaking, the lips puffy and glistening. But he didn't rush; instead, he kissed the inside of her thigh, starting near her knee and working up slowly, his breath hot against her skin. 'Guilt or not, akkayya, you deserve this pleasure. I lust for every inch of you—your taste, your scent, the way you tremble.'
She watched him through hooded eyes, her guilt warring with the building arousal as his lips reached the crease where thigh met groin. He kissed there, sucking lightly, then moved to the other side, mirroring his actions. Anjali's hips shifted restlessly, her pussy aching for attention, but Vinay teased, kissing around her center without touching it yet. Finally, he pressed his mouth to her mound, nose brushing the trimmed dark hair, inhaling her musky aroma.
'Thammudu...' she breathed, her voice laced with need now, the guilt fading under his tender assault. Vinay's tongue darted out, licking a slow stripe along her outer lips, tasting the remnants of their cum mixed with her fresh arousal. He parted her folds with his fingers, exposing her clit, and kissed it softly, like a lover's promise. Then he licked her entrance, tongue probing gently, lapping up the creamy essence. Anjali moaned louder, her hands fisting the sheets, legs spreading wider to give him access.
As he feasted, his tongue delving deeper into her pussy, swirling around the inner walls, he murmured against her, vibrations humming through her core. 'Tell me about the kids, akkayya. You've wanted them so badly—how it hurts that it hasn't happened.' He sucked her clit into his mouth then, nursing on it gently while his tongue flicked the tip, his fingers sliding into her to stroke her g-spot.
Anjali's back arched, pleasure spiking, but his words pulled her back to reality. 'Oh... thammudu, yes, I do. So badly. We've tried for years—every night, every position—but nothing. It's futile, like my body won't cooperate. Rajesh says it's God's will, but I ache for a child, to feel life growing inside me.' Her voice broke on a moan as he added a second finger, pumping slowly, his mouth never leaving her clit.
Vinay lifted his head briefly, lips shiny with her juices, eyes dark with desire and concern. 'Have you two visited a fertility clinic? Checked if something's wrong?' He dove back in, tongue thrusting into her pussy now, fucking her with it while his thumb circled her clit.
Anjali whimpered, hips bucking against his face. 'N-no... I bring it up, but Rajesh always avoids it. Changes the subject, says we'll pray more. He gets defensive, like it's a failure on his part. But I push, thammudu— I want a family so much.' Her words dissolved into gasps as his licking intensified, tongue flat and broad, lapping her from entrance to clit in long strokes.
He ate her out thoroughly, fingers curling inside her, until she was on the edge, pussy clenching around him. But he pulled back, rising up her body, his cock hard and throbbing against her thigh. 'Akkayya, let me fill you properly. Let me give you what he can't.' He positioned himself between her legs, rubbing the thick head of his cock along her slit, coating it in her wetness.
Anjali nodded weakly, desire overriding guilt for the moment. Vinay pushed in slowly, missionary style, her legs wrapping around his waist as he sank deep into her pussy. The stretch was exquisite, her walls hugging him tightly, still sensitive from before. He bottomed out, holding still, their foreheads touching. 'Rajesh is useless, akkayya. I think he's impotent—why else avoid the clinic? Leave him. Come to me. Bear my kids. I'll fuck you every day, fill you with my seed until you're swollen with our child.'
He began to thrust slowly, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, his cock dragging along her inner walls, hitting every sensitive spot. Anjali's pussy fluttered around him, her moans soft and rhythmic. But his words pierced her. 'No, thammudu... don't speak like that. I'm married. I love Rajesh—he's my husband, my everything.' Her voice trembled, but her hips rose to meet his, body craving the connection.
Vinay's pace remained unhurried, each thrust deep and deliberate, his pubic bone grinding against her clit. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss, tongue sliding in to taste her. Breaking it, he whispered hotly against her mouth, 'If you really love him, akkayya, you wouldn't be like this in front of me—legs spread, pussy dripping for my cock, moaning my name.' To emphasize, he dipped his head to her chest, tongue licking the chain of her mangalsutra, tracing the black beads before taking them between his teeth, chewing lightly on the sacred necklace while his hips rolled into her.
The mangalsutra tugged slightly against her skin, the beads clicking softly with his movements. Anjali felt a thrill of mischief mix with her arousal, a smirk curving her lips even as she moaned. 'Badmash... leave that sisterfucker,' she teased breathlessly, her hands clutching his shoulders. 'You want to make fun of me, thammudu? Chewing my mangalsutra while fucking me senseless?' Her pussy clenched around him at the naughtiness, pulling a groan from his throat.
Vinay chuckled low, releasing the beads to kiss her neck, but his thrusts stayed slow, savoring the wet heat of her. 'Tell me, akkayya—how does my cock compare to his? Was your sex life always so dull?'
Anjali's cheeks flushed, the amulet's subtle influence weaving through her thoughts, exaggerating the memories of her past intimacy while amplifying her current obsession with Vinay. She bit her lip, moaning as he ground deep. 'Oh... thammudu, Rajesh's... it's small, barely fills me. Our sex was quick, mechanical—two minutes in missionary, him grunting and done. No passion, no fire. But you... your cock is so thick, so long, stretching me perfectly, hitting places I didn't know existed. Our life was dull, boring—foreplay was a kiss on the cheek. Now, with you, I crave it constantly, my pussy aches for this fullness.' Her words spilled out, laced with lust, her hips circling to take him deeper.
Vinay's control frayed at her confessions, his slow thrusts picking up speed, hips snapping harder now, the bed creaking under them. 'That's right, akkayya—I'm what you need.' He captured her mouth in a deep kiss, tongues tangling fiercely, sucking on her lower lip as he pounded into her. Anjali kissed back with equal hunger, her nails digging into his back, legs tightening around him.
Their pace turned frantic, skin slapping wetly, her pussy squelching around his pistoning cock. Vinay's hand slipped between them, fingers rubbing her clit in fast circles, pushing her over the edge. Anjali broke the kiss to cry out, her orgasm crashing through her, walls spasming, milking him as juices flooded around his shaft. 'Thammudu! Yes, cum inside me!' Vinay followed seconds later, burying deep and erupting, hot spurts of cum painting her insides, his groans muffled against her neck.
They rode the waves together, bodies trembling, until he collapsed onto her, still joined. Anjali's arms wrapped around him, holding him close as aftershocks rippled through them. Slowly, he rolled to his side, pulling her with him so she dbangd over his chest, her head nestled under his chin. Her fingers began to trace loving patterns on his skin—over his pecs, down his abs, circling his nipples idly, a soft smile on her face.
'Vinay... thammudu,' she murmured sleepily, her voice filled with wistful affection. 'You should have been born earlier. Met me first, married me. We'd have built a life together, a family. I would have been yours from the start.' Her fingers dipped lower, stroking the base of his softening cock gently, not arousing but comforting.
Vinay kissed the top of her head, his hand rubbing her back in slow strokes. 'It's still not late, akkayya. We can be a couple now—live for us, not what society dictates.'
Anjali lifted her head, eyes soft but firm, though her fingers continued their playful exploration, now tracing his hip bone. 'Stop that, thammudu. We're bound by society rules—marriage, vows, expectations. I can't just leave it all.' She sighed, nestling back down, her large breasts pressing against his side.
'Happiness comes first,' Vinay countered gently, his hand cupping her ass, squeezing the firm cheek. 'Think about it—Priya doesn't want kids at all; she's told me. And Rajesh... with his issues, they won't have any either. Actually, Rajesh and Priya would be a good match. Impotent Rajesh won't pressure her for children, although Priya loves me still. But They'd be content without the children factor. I love priya too but my attraction towards you is as deep as ocean'. Anjali's cheeks turned crimson with shyness and her heartbeat also rised.
Anjali hummed thoughtfully, her fingers now playing with the hair on his chest. Before she could respond, Vinay shifted, his mouth finding her breast again. He latched onto her nipple, sucking tenderly, tongue laving the peak in slow circles. The sensation pulled a soft moan from her, her body relaxing into it.
'You never leave them alone, thammudu,' she said with a light laugh, nodding her head in agreement even as pleasure tingled through her. 'Always worshipping these.'
Vinay released the nipple with a pop, grinning up at her before switching to the other, sucking gently, his hand kneading the first. 'This is my property, akkayya. Even when we have kids later, I'll continue sucking these—with our son watching, learning from his father how to appreciate his mother.'
Anjali's eyes widened, a blush creeping over her cheeks, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she whispered, 'I want a daughter, thammudu. Someone like me, strong and beautiful.'
Vinay started laughing then, the sound rumbling through his chest, vibrating against her. He lifted his head, eyes twinkling with amusement. 'See? You're already thinking about our kids, akkayya.'
She shied away, burying her face in his neck, her voice muffled. 'You're spoiling me, thammudu. Making me dream of impossibilities. And I feel so guilty—thinking of Rajesh like this, betraying him. But... I love you too, in ways I can't explain.' Her fingers resumed their loving caresses, tracing his collarbone now, as guilt and affection swirled in her heart.
Vinay held her tighter, his mouth finding the mangalsutra again, sucking on the beads gently even as drowsiness claimed them. 'Sleep now, my love. We'll figure it out.' They drifted off in each other's embrace, his lips still teasing the sacred chain in his sleep, their bodies entwined like lovers defying the world.
The night stretched on in peaceful quiet, broken only by their soft breaths. Vinay's dreams were filled with visions of Anjali swollen with his child, her breasts fuller, her smile radiant. Anjali dreamed of a life unburdened by guilt, where love conquered all rules. But reality lingered at the edges, a shadow they would face come morning.
As the hours passed, Vinay stirred once, his hand sliding between her thighs in sleep, fingers brushing her pussy lightly, eliciting a soft sigh from her. She didn't wake, but her body responded, hips shifting closer. He kissed her shoulder, murmuring 'mine' before settling again. Anjali's arm dbangd over his waist, holding him possessively, her guilt subdued in the warmth of his presence.
By dawn's first light, they remained locked together, the mangalsutra caught between his teeth, a symbol of their tangled desires. The conversation of the night echoed in their subconscious—guilt, love, futures imagined—binding them deeper in this forbidden dance.
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