01-11-2025, 11:26 PM
CHAPTER 26
The soft hum of the ceiling fan mixed with the sound of Shraddha’s laughter. Tamanna twirled her daughter around the small living room, the weekend sunlight spilling through the balcony curtains. For the first time in weeks, their home felt light again. Shraddha had finally recovered from the nightmare of being kidnapped. The warm smell of pakodas filled the air.
"You, madam, are getting extra bhajiya today"
Tamanna teased, planting a kiss on her daughter’s forehead.
The moment shattered like glass. Engines growled outside. Tires screeched. The building trembled as a barrage of black SUVs stormed into the lobby. Through the window, Tamanna caught the sight of men in black suits spilling out like shadows. At their front walked a tall, broad-shouldered man in a tailored kurta with cold steel in his eyes — Amrit Bakshi Sengupta, brother of her deceased husband.
Amrit’s men had beaten the old watchman to the ground, one of them kicking his ribs mercilessly. Residents peered through cracked doors, whispering. No one dared step out.
"Lock everything" Tamanna muttered to herself, slamming the bolt on her front door.
"Bhai, she’s on the fifth floor"
A goon said, pulling out a steel rod. Amrit raised one hand.
"No one touches the child" he growled.
"She’s family. That woman, however…" His lips curled into a cruel smirk.
"She needs to remember what royal blood demands"
The echo of thundering kicks shook the door. BANG! BANG! BANG! Shraddha screamed, clutching Tamanna’s arm.
"Ma!"
The door gave way on the fourth kick, crashing to the floor like a wounded beast. The scent of brute force filled the room as Amrit and five of his men stepped inside. Tamanna stumbled backward.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she screamed.
Amrit crushed the phone in her hand before she could dial.
"We’re here for what’s ours" he said, shoving her down on the couch.
His eyes slid to Shraddha.
"My niece deserves marble floors and chandeliers, not this rat hole. And you…"
His gaze crawled down Tamanna’s body.
"…you’re still young enough to give our family more heirs"
Shraddha sobbed uncontrollably. Tamanna, trembling, spat back,
"Over my dead body"
Amrit leaned closer, the scent of alcohol on his breath.
"That can be arranged"
"I dare you to touch her"
The voice came from behind Amrit — low, steady, dangerous. The room’s air changed, like a storm gathering. Amrit turned, brows furrowing. There he was. Hemant Kumar, sleeves rolled up on a crimson denim shirt, eyes cold, jaw set like a blade. The light from the hallway haloed him as if the darkness feared to touch him. Tamanna’s breath hitched. Amrit sneered.
"And who the hell are you?"
Hemant stepped forward, his boots thudding like hammers.
"You're Amrit? Right?"
"Lucky guess , and you are?"
"I am the one who is going to reshape Amrit's face!"
"Big words"
Amrit growled and lunged forward for a cheap punch — but Hemant moved like a ghost. One sidestep, and his boot slammed into Amrit’s chest. The don crashed onto the couch he had just claimed, coughing blood.
"Tammu" Hemant said, not taking his eyes off the men.
"Take Shraddha to the bedroom. Lock the door. Don’t open till I say"
Tamanna clutched Shraddha and nodded, retreating. Her fingers shook on the doorknob as she locked herself inside, pressing Shraddha to her chest.
"Kill him!" Amrit screamed.
Four goons charged. Hemant didn’t flinch. Years of combat burned in his muscles — the infamous Michael King within him awakening. A fist came at him. He blocked, twisted the man’s arm, and slammed his face into the wall. Another swung a rod; Hemant ducked and kicked him into a table that shattered beneath the impact. Two more rushed together. Hemant leapt over the coffee table, grabbed one by the collar, headbutted him, then spun and elbowed the other in the throat. They collapsed like discarded trash. Amrit’s smugness vanished, replaced by disbelief.
"You picked the wrong house"
Hemant muttered, cracking his neck. His men, dressed in black tactical wear, stormed in seconds later.
"Clean this up"
Hemant ordered. They restrained the wounded goons like they were nothing more than noisy furniture.
"Boss, what about this one?" a man asked, pointing at Amrit.
"Make him remember whose city this is" Hemant said coldly.
When silence returned, Hemant walked to the bedroom door. He knocked gently.
"Tammu. It’s me"
The lock clicked, and she opened it slowly. Her eyes widened at the wreckage — splintered wood, overturned furniture, groaning men being dragged out. She clutched Shraddha’s hand tighter.
"Oh my god…"
Hemant took her trembling hand.
"Breathe. I’ve got you both" His voice softened, a rare warmth breaking through the storm.
"I have a place nearby. You can stay there. By the evening, this place will look brand new. With every broken things replaced with new ones. I assure you Tammu , you will not be bothered by any of them ever again!"
Shraddha’s face lit up upon seeing him. She remembered the man who had saved her once before. Hemant carried her in one arm, guiding Tamanna out as they passed Amrit’s unconscious men. Outside, the SUV door opened, engines roared again — but this time, it was their escape, not their doom.
The day unfolded in quiet, golden light. In the company-owned apartment, Shraddha ran circles around the living room, still high on the thrill of rescue few hours ago. Tamanna watched from the doorway, her heart full. For the first time in weeks, her daughter’s laughter was unrestrained, pure. Hemant crouched down in front of her, holding up a pair of bright sneakers.
"Princess, you ready to conquer the world today?"
Shraddha nodded eagerly.
"Where are we going Uncle?" she chirped.
Hemant winked.
"Somewhere with slides taller than me, swings faster than airplanes, and candy that will make you forget every villain in the world"
Tamanna couldn’t help but smile. Seeing her daughter light up like that around him… it melted something deep inside her. A short drive later, they arrived at the play zone in Lower Parel — an explosion of colors, slides, and laughter. The moment Shraddha saw the huge play structure, she gasped as if she’d just seen a castle. Hemant knelt down beside her.
"Well, Your Highness, shall we storm the fortress?"
Tamanna followed them with quiet amusement as Hemant — a man who could dismantle a group of armed men and goons in the morning — was now crawling through tunnels, pretending to be a dragon, and sliding down with Shraddha on his lap. Shraddha’s laughter was so loud it turned heads. He made every obstacle into an adventure, every turn into a moment of magic. On the bench nearby, Tamanna rested her chin on her palm, her eyes never leaving them. She hadn’t seen Shraddha this free since ever. In a way Hemant was giving her the fatherly love that she never got from Dev. Watching Hemant — a man with darkness and pain in his past — become a protector, a source of joy… it pulled her heart in ways she couldn’t deny anymore.
Hours passed in joy and sunlight. By the time they returned, the sky had turned soft orange. Tamanna slowed her steps as they reached her apartment building, a nervous flutter in her chest. She expected broken doors, splintered tables… reminders of violence. But when she unlocked the door, her breath caught. The entire place looked untouched — no cracks, no blood, no wreckage. A fresh door, polished furniture, even new curtains. It was as if the nightmare of the morning had never happened.
"Hemant…" she whispered.
He stepped in behind her, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Told you. My people are fast" Shraddha squealed and ran to her room, spinning around in awe.
"Ma! It’s all fixed!"
Dinner time came softly. Tamanna moved around the kitchen with practiced grace, but tonight it felt different. Hemant was there beside her — not as a guest, but as if he belonged. He rolled up his sleeves, chopping vegetables with military precision.
"You know" Tamanna said, laughing softly.
"I’ve never seen a man this comfortable around coriander and frying pans"
He smirked.
"Believe it or not , I always consider kitchen as my place of peace. Somewhere I can be easily distracted from my own problems. And some good food becomes the prime focus"
They sat at the table together, Shraddha between them, a small, glowing island of warmth. She kept feeding Hemant pieces of roti like it was some sacred game, and he played along with every dramatic bite. Tamanna’s heart filled with a strange ache — an ache that felt like home. After dinner, Shraddha yawned so wide it made Tamanna laugh. Hemant carried her to her room, gently tucking her under the blanket.
"Goodnight, brave warrior" he whispered.
She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck in a sleepy hug. Tamanna stood at the door, silently watching. She saw how Shraddha’s eyes softened around him — the same way hers did. When he returned to the living room, the night had grown quiet. Tamanna hesitated, then said softly,
"Its already too late.....Why don't you stay?"
Hemant raised a brow.
"Tammu…"
She looked at the floor for a moment, then back at him.
"Just tonight. Please. I don’t…..want the house to feel empty again....plus I want you alongside me tonight!"
He didn’t need more convincing. He nodded slowly.
"Okay"
Hemant then sent a message to Sonarika , not giving her any reason for not coming home. Honestly , he no longer cared. He was already fed up of her 'peace woman' drama which irked him a lot. And the less time he spend with her , the better. Or else he might end up starting to hate her.
Later, Tamanna and Hemant sat on the couch together, wrapped in a loose throw blanket. A movie flickered on the TV — something romantic and a little too sensual for the late hour. Tamanna’s hair brushed his shoulder as she leaned closer. He could feel her warmth, her heartbeat in the quiet room. The tension was no longer a stranger between them. On the screen, the leads kissed like the world had narrowed to two heartbeats. Tamanna felt Hemant’s gaze shift to her. She didn’t turn immediately; she didn’t need to. The air between them thickened, slow and electric.
"Is Shraddha asleep?" he asked quietly. Tamanna’s eyes flicked up to his.
"I locked her door" she whispered.
"She’s safe"
The last wall between them fell in that silence. Hemant’s fingers brushed hers, hesitant at first, then bolder. Tamanna leaned in, her breath catching. It wasn’t just desire — it was a sense of need, of safety she hadn’t felt in years, but more than that , the need to be physical with him ever since their affair began. She simply could not take her fantasies of him from her mind , he was everything she wanted right now. His lips met hers in a slow, heated kiss that melted the space between them. She arched closer, his arms wrapping around her waist as if she were the only thing holding him to this world.
"mmmm....wait" Tamanna whispered stopping him.
"What's wrong" Hemant asked.
"Its just that.....its not my safe days.....so we have to be careful" Tamanna revealed.
"Oh......good thing I bought these" Hemant revealed a packet of condoms from his pocket.
"When did you buy these?"
"At the mall when you were with Shraddha at the playstore , I had a feeling this will come in handy considering how you looked at me all day"
"You're so full of yourself!"
"Are you saying my assumption is wrong?"
"Well? Not entirely"
"I know about your feelings woman....and I definitely know what you need right now!"
Saying that he kissed her with an intensity that made her hard to breathe. She thanked her lucky stars to have him in her life right now. Tamanna quickly straddled Hemant's lap and would grind her cunt against his hardening cock. Their kisses grew in passion and heat. He put his hands under her night shorts and felt her ass through her panties. It felt just as good as he remembered from their first time. Tamanna removed her shirt and threw it aside presenting him with her pale perky and wonderful tits. He loved how her nipples would poke out like little erasers. Hemant latched his lips onto the left one.
"MHMMM"
Moaned the sexy bright woman as she grabbed his head pulling him onto her breast even harder. He moved over and began licking her other nipple. He rubbed her pussy through her damp panties. She was so horny she had soaked her panties. Hemant placed his hands on her ass and held on tight as he stood up. Tamanna wrapped her legs around him. They kissed as he carried her to the guest bedroom.
He threw her on the bed and climbed atop of her sexy body. They returned to kissing and touching each other's skin wherever they could. Hemant took his shirt off and threw it on the ground. Tamanna didn't waste a second before running her hands on his chest and strong back. He placed kisses all the way down her body stopping to taste her tits once more before continuing to his target. Hemant pulled down her pyjama shorts along with her sexy panty. He spread her legs and dove right into her muff. She tasted wonderfully to him as he used his tongue to explore the folds of her most private regions. Her juices were flowing as he sucked on her clit which was only demanding it at this point. His fingers found her opening and almost had a mind of their own as they penetrated Tamanna with the only intention of making her cum time and time again.
"Ahhhhh! Hemant!! Lick me! FUCK!!"
Tamanna was going wild. Her moans were getting louder and she continued to pump her clit against his face. Hemant sucked it into his mouth and ran his tongue all over it like crazy, driving her even crazier. He reached up with his free hand and grabbed one of her tits. He pulled on the nipple and toyed with her while his fingers pumped in and out of her at record speed.
"HEMANT!! I'm FUCKIN CUMMING!! AHHHHH!!!"
She came hard her juices pumping out of her cunt and being picked up by his tongue as quickly as he could. Hemant continued licking her cunt well after she had finished cumming. Hemant stood up from the bed and removed the rest of his clothes. He then took one condom from his packet and wrapped it into his meaty erection as Tamanna looked at him with baited breaths.
Hemant wrapped himself up and lay on top of Tamanna. They kissed again as he felt her soft breast and hard nipples against his chest. She grabbed his condom covered cock and directed him to her hot pussy. She was just as tight and warm as the his last time with her. Hemant wrapped his arms around her as he started pumping his cock into her.
"mhmmmh"
She moaned feeling him in the depths of her. Their eyes met as their bodies continued to pound and meet one another. Her pussy felt like velvet for him. They stopped kissing and just held their foreheads together as he propped himself on his forearms allowing him to fuck her harder and to hit her g spot from a different angle. Tamanna locked her legs around his back and grabbed his ass with her hands pushing him deeper and harder into her.
"Ahhh!! Ahh!!! Ahh!!! FUCK, FUCK FUCK!! HEM--.. AHHHHH"
Tamanna was really losing herself now as her orgasm continued to get closer. Hemant kneeled and grabbed her hips, he would drive her entire body down on his cock and her screams only got louder. He stared down at her incredible body. Her small pale and sweaty tits bouncing up and down, her soft legs and her tight stomach.
With a few more seconds of stimulation and deep thrustings that seemed to stretch on way longer, she gave a shake, tensing up as she held back her climax as it rushed up on her, sharp and intense, much like last time she was with him as she gave several hard, short thrusts upward to force him as deep in her as she could while her finger went mad on her man's muscly back , clawing it with appreciation for a job well done.
She wailed loudly as she hit her peak, suddenly erupting as she shook and collapsed down below him as the strength in her legs failed, feeling his cock deep as she shuddered violently, her hips bucking and shoving upwards, squeezing intently at his cock to make him throb as she quaked. Her fingers never stopped clawing, just cranking every last drop of her climax as her eyes squeezed shut and her breath caught in her throat, her orgasm just hitting her so much harder than she expected and making her grope him tighter and harder into the pleasure of it with everything she had. He just held her hips as she rocked below him, immensely turned on to see her come with his cock in her like this.
"AHHH HEMANT! I AM HERE!!!!"
Tamanna mumbled, a small admission to how incredible it'd felt to reach her peak
"UGGHHHH TAMMU I AM CLOSE!!!!"
Hemant screamed out. He could feel his orgasm getting crashing onto him like a wave. The cum was building up in his cock just ready to blow. He lay down on top of her and wrapped her up in his arms. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensations taking place around his cock.
"FUCK!!"
Hemant screamed as his cock finally exploded sending what felt like gallons into the condom. They looked at each other and smiled. Their lips met again as they kissed.
"Hope the condom survived!" Tamanna gasped between breaths.
"It did"
Hemant said between deep breaths as he slowly separated from her , his cock moving out of her in slick way as Hemant meticulously removed the condom from his penis and tied. He then threw it in the nearby dustbin as he laid on the bed more comfortably. Tamanna sighed as she giggling.
"What's so funny!" Hemant asked.
"Its nothing....nothing funny just......feeling surreal that the man I fancied gave me one of the best orgasms of my life.....its like when you put expectations to something.....and then you get so much more than that"
"Really.....honestly I feel greatful that you enjoyed.....though I feel you like what I do because you fancy me"
"Maybe.....but I have this....doubt.....I mean...its nothing..."
"What is it"
"Its personal.....you might feel hurt..."
"Believe me Tammu.....after what I did.....I am willing to face an army for that experience....so ask....I won't mind"
"Its.....Sonarika"
Hemant felt a little bit of regret when she said her name. Tamanna noticed the sadness in his face.
"I told you , you would be upset"
"No its ok. Ask away"
"Its just....why? why did she have the need of an affair when you are.....this good in bed!"
Hemant giggled as he responded.
"Lets just say I improved a little bit late , you do remember I was fat and slow not so long ago"
"Yeah I remember , still looked cute though"
"Then I turned my life around , but turns out it was too late when it came to Sonarika. Now she has a millionaire lover who warms her bed for her future"
"Maybe we should not talk about her. I think anything about her bothers you"
"Yeah , in a way , I am this close to hating her Tammu. I want to hate her , for the severe wound she has inflicted on me , but Karan , he is the reason I hold back my emotions regarding her"
"Karan can be your best emotional support"
"He is , just seeing him laugh gives me enough strength to move forward in life....its just..."
"What?"
"Its her.....she is lately been acting all different......changing her lifestyles.....putting a more good woman act......."
"What if she is genuine about it?"
"No Tammu.....she is not at all genuine......I used to believe she was trying to heal herself......and she acted all scared and deflected my touches.....then the next moment she spread her legs for Vikram.......everything about her is an act now......even now she is trying to convince me she is changed but I know she will do the same thing again.......the next time she sees Vikram again she will strip herself and submit to him.......its her real nature now!"
"Okay....I think we've talked enough about Sonarika.....lets change the subject......"
"Okay..."
"BTW.....I hate the condom thing......honestly it feels so dissatisfying with a rubber wrapped around you........I missed the last time when you basically shot up my insides with your cock gun!"
"Heheh....cock gun?"
"Yeah.....its something only you can do.....your cumming is like a gun going off......and even though sometimes it hurts....the pleasure generated by that is universal!"
"Maybe next time.....I'll do without it!!"
"Hmm.....how about.....a little proposal"
"Proposal?"
"Yeah.....my Studio is doing a contemporary Ad shoot for a watch brand with a Bollywood actress......we're looking for a male model with it......and lately I've been thinking about you"
"Another photoshoot?"
"A bit of both....its both commercial and a shoot....we will be doing it at the Mariott Hotel.....I've booked the VIP suite for the shoot.....and ever since seeing your photos in that Bridal Magazine....I had an idea of how to make Hemant Kumar the rising business magnate more popular...."
"So you want me to do the shoot so that....it gives me more fame?"
"Yeah....something like that....alongwith"
"Alongwith with what my lady!"
"Heh.....like I said....its a full day shoot.....and Shraddha will be here been looked out by Chaitali for that night.......so I can have the mariott hotel suite all for myself.....and my special man!"
"Is that my reward for the photoshoot?"
"Oh yeah.....financially it won't be a big sum for you.....but that suite and that night.....it can be quiet rewarding"
"hmm.....I wonder.....how rewarding"
"Well first off.....no involvement of rubber......just skin on skin....fluid to fluid.....and.....something that will involve a bottle of lube......and a forbidden door!"
Hemant's eyes went wide as he looked at her with disbelief.
"Are you serious Tammu?"
Tamanna responded by opening the table drawer nearby and revealing the lube bottle. Hemant took it in his hand as he looked at her and the bottle astonished.
"You really wanna do that? Anal?"
"I do.....and I trust you will make my moment quiet memorable!"
"But why?"
"Well.....its...part of my fantasy.....I always desired to loose my virginity with you....but then Sanjana happened and my moment was ruined.....and Dev played it safe with me.....but now that I have you in my life right now....I feel the need to fullfill that fantasy......so I want you to take my anal virginity.....I want to feel that raw sexual thrill from it......to live out a part of me claimed by you......so that I will have no more regrets of ruined memories!"
"Wow...Tammu...I am glad you see me worthy but....are you sure about this?"
"Without a doubt.....I know it might be painfull......but the way your cock stretch my pussy lately.......I have this raw urge to see that big meat penetrate and reshape my asshole......."
"Tammu....it will hurt....you don't have to do this"
"I don't care if it hurts Hemant....and even if it does....then the Mariott Hotel Suite will hear me screaming your name........I need that moment Hemant.......and I know you want it too!"
"How"
"Because....I've been jerking your cock for the last minute and it only became hard when I said about my anal virginity!"
Hemant looked down and realized her hand was caressing his now rock hard meat.
"I hope your pocket didn't have just a single condom!!" Tamanna giggled.
Hemant responded by kissing her deeply as he got on top of her. He reached for the condom packet to wrap himself up knowing his work is not done for the night.
The night unraveled with whispered breaths and soft moans against the backdrop of the sounds the bed made. Their bodies fit together with a familiar ease, born not from recklessness but from trust and hunger long starved. Outside, the city kept its noise, but inside that little apartment — rebuilt from attraction into warmth — Tamanna and Hemant built something wordless, wild, and achingly real.
The first light of dawn had not yet slipped through the curtains, yet the quiet guest room already held a faint amber hue. Hemant slowly stirred, his body heavy with the delicious laziness that follows deep, dreamless sleep. The air was cool against his skin, carrying the faint scent of her — warm, feminine, familiar.
Then he felt it — the quiet weight beside him, the faint scent of her skin clinging to the sheets. Tamanna lay facing him, her body dbangd in the shirt he’d worn yesterday, its buttons half open, teasing more than they hid. Her hair spilled across the pillow like shadows. The sight hit him like a spark against dry air. Every memory of the night before came rushing back — her hands, her gasps, the way she had clung to him like she belonged nowhere else. Something deep within him stirred, sharp and undeniable. God, she was a vision.
His cock, already stiff with morning wood, throbbed almost painfully against his thigh, now fully awake and insistent. The urge to be inside her again was a primal, overwhelming need. He moved with a predator’s quiet grace, sliding his hand to the nightstand, his fingers finding the small foil packet. He sheathed himself quickly, the soft rustle of the wrapper sounding deafening in the silent room.
He shifted closer, spooning against her warm body, one arm dbanging over her waist. She murmured something unintelligible in her sleep, nuzzling deeper into the pillow. His heart hammered against his ribs. He guided his condom-sheathed length, the latex already slick with a drop of his own anticipation, to her entrance. So warm. Even in sleep, her body was ready for him. He rubbed the broad head of his cock over her slick folds, a slow, teasing circle that made her hips twitch.
A soft, sleepy sigh escaped her lips. That was all the invitation he needed.
In one swift, fluid motion, he pushed forward, burying his entire length inside her in a single, deep stroke.
"aaaahhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmggrrhhhh!"
Tamanna’s eyes flew open. A sharp, gasping moan was torn from her throat as her body seized, her back arching against his chest.
"Ahhhh! Hemant!"
Her voice was thick with sleep and sudden, intense sensation. Her inner walls, soft and pliant from sleep, clenched around him in shocked surprise, a hot, velvety fist gripping him tight. He stilled, letting her adjust, his own breath coming in ragged pants against her neck.
"You’re… you’re harder than last night" she groaned, her voice a husky whisper laced with awe.
He nipped at her earlobe, his voice a low growl.
"It’s all because of you. Waking up to this… to you like this… I couldn’t wait"
He began to move, a slow, deliberate retreat before pushing back into her welcoming heat.
"I need to feel you"
A low, throaty moan answered him, her hand coming up to grip the thigh he had hooked over hers.
"Ahhhh.....Ahhhh....Yyeeeeesssss!"
Her body was answering for her, melting back against him, her hips meeting his next thrust with a needy roll. The slow, rhythmic slide was exquisite torture. Each time he filled her completely, she could feel every inch of him, a delicious stretch that bordered on unbearable. He slipped his hand under the shirt, palming her breast, his thumb circling a taut nipple as he established a relentless, deep rhythm.
Soon, the slow grind wasn’t enough. A frantic energy took over. He rolled her onto her stomach, the red shirt was discarded, baring her entire back to his gaze. He mounted her, his knees anchoring him on either side of her thighs, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her up onto her knees to meet his thrusts.
The pace turned violent, animalistic. The headboard slammed against the wall with a steady, percussive beat.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
On the nearby table, a framed photo of herself and her daughter and a small vase shivered and danced with every powerful drive of his hips. Tamanna’s moans turned into sharp, breathy yelps, her face pressed into the mattress. Tears of overwhelming pleasure welled in her eyes, blotting the sheets beneath her. He was so deep. Each piston-like thrust nailed a spot within her that sent white-hot sparks shooting behind her eyelids. She could feel the raw power of him, the way his muscular abdomen slapped against her sweat-slicked skin, the way her own pale buttocks jiggled and reddened with the force of his possession.
She was hurtling toward her peak faster than she thought possible, the coil of pleasure in her core winding to a breaking point. Hemant watched, mesmerized, as the muscles in her back flexed, her skin shimmering with a fine sheen of sweat. God, the sight of her. Completely at his mercy, lost in the pleasure he was giving her. It was the most potent aphrodisiac.
"I’m… I’m cumming!"
She cried out, her voice cracking as the orgasm detonated within her. Her inner muscles spasmed around him, a rippling, milking contraction that clamped down on his cock like a vice, threatening to pull the very essence from him.
That intense, choking grip was his undoing. With a guttural roar, he drove into her one final, searing time, burying himself to the hilt as his own release crashed over him. His vision whited out as his cock pulsed again and again, filling the condom with a hot, rushing torrent. He collapsed forward, his full weight pressing her into the mattress, his face buried in her hair, their bodies connected in the most intimate way possible as they rode out the shattering climax together.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the faint, residual tremor in their limbs. Slowly, carefully, he softened and slipped out of her. Tamanna groaned softly at the loss of fullness. He tied off the condom and tossed it into the bin with the others, the soft thud a final punctuation mark. He turned back to find her looking over her shoulder at him, her face flushed, her eyes still glistening with tears, her lips swollen. A slow, utterly overwhelmed smile spread across her face, radiant and genuine. Hemant’s heart squeezed. He leaned down, caressing her cheek, and captured her smile with a deep, languid kiss that tasted of sweat and salt and perfect, sated bliss.
"My god....the proposal of anal sex really tempted you Hemant!" Tamanna said hastily.
"No woman........you're just slowly becoming a drug that I am getting addicted to!!!"
Sometime later , they both got up and showered together. After dressing up , Hemant joined Tamanna in the kitchen.
"Btw , I forgot to ask who this.....actress is"
"Oh....its Kriti.....Kriti Sanon"
"Ohhhh....."
"What?"
"Nothing......she is Anjali's favorite actress"
"Great.....I can provide an autograph from her if you want"
"That would be great"
"Is she your favorite too?"
"Not exactly , I was grown in the glory of the evergreen ladies....Ms. Sanon is kind of our generation"
"True , I'll let you know once the photoshoot schedule is set. Expect it in a few weeks"
"Definitely looking forward to it"
"Are you looking forward for the photoshoot or what comes after?"
"Well , the photoshoot is an obligation for you and a surprise gift for Anjali. And what happens after is definitely something I truly need right now!"
"Really? That desperate"
"Not desperation.....gratitude. Knowing that there is someone here who wants to share intimate lives with me.....because lately , my masculinity is being targetted for my failures!"
Tamanna saw the change in his expression as she caressed his face.
"Hemant , listen. You need to stop blaming yourself for something you never did. I understand that heartbreak can be rough , sometimes life plays an unfair trick. Even now for me , I wished I never met Dev so that I can be fully committed to you. But I have to see the plus points in my life as Dev gave me Shraddha. Someday , maybe in the future , I wish I could see Karan and Shraddha as our children and we become one. Because believe me , having you as a husband is a boon not many are fortunate for. Sonarika fumbled with you and its her loss"
"Tammu"
"Please , don't bring yourself down. You are not a lesser man. I am your assurance for that , because you've made me feel things I've never felt in life. Every moment I've spent with you , I've regretted even considering a physical relationship with Sandeep. Sometimes I wished you were there on that voyage of love , I would've screamed your name in that entire boat!"
"Heh....scream my name?"
"Yeah why not. You seem to be thinking of yourself being a very basic man Hemant. But believe me , you're not"
"Is that so?"
"Exactly so. You see , back in college , when I was your secret voyeur , I heard the way Sanju moaned and screamed being with you. Those things built some expectation in me. And then when we did it , those expectations were way low than I thought. Now I think Sanju should've screamed louder"
"You're a little freaky Tammu"
"You haven't seen my freakiness yet. I ll show you on the night at the Mariott. When you will claim my anal virginity!"
"Damn Tammu"
"You see Hemant. This morning , when you did it. As I was laying there on my stomach , feeling all of your weight as you thrusted deep in me. It felt great , made me imagine how it will be on my forbidden door. To hear the sound and feel your hips hitting my ass. It was an out of body experience for me. I really hated the condoms since last night. But I am happy and glad that you were concerned about me and our safety"
"I am glad too Tammu. Because right now , even though there is a lot of people around me. I feel sometimes very lonely. You're the one person that etches that loneliness away. And believe me , I too have thought about it. To give our relationship some meaning. But I am overwhelmed a lot right now. My faith in love is heavily shattered. But if Sona didn't exist , you would've made an incredible wife for me"
"And you an incredible husband if Dev didn't exist. But we are what we are now , and we have each other for now"
"For now"
Both spend some time with each other after which it was time for Hemant to leave for his company commitments. As they separated that morning , both of them were looking forward for their special day they've planned for the future that involved a Mariotte Hotel Suite.
(CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)
"You, madam, are getting extra bhajiya today"
Tamanna teased, planting a kiss on her daughter’s forehead.
The moment shattered like glass. Engines growled outside. Tires screeched. The building trembled as a barrage of black SUVs stormed into the lobby. Through the window, Tamanna caught the sight of men in black suits spilling out like shadows. At their front walked a tall, broad-shouldered man in a tailored kurta with cold steel in his eyes — Amrit Bakshi Sengupta, brother of her deceased husband.
Amrit’s men had beaten the old watchman to the ground, one of them kicking his ribs mercilessly. Residents peered through cracked doors, whispering. No one dared step out.
"Lock everything" Tamanna muttered to herself, slamming the bolt on her front door.
"Bhai, she’s on the fifth floor"
A goon said, pulling out a steel rod. Amrit raised one hand.
"No one touches the child" he growled.
"She’s family. That woman, however…" His lips curled into a cruel smirk.
"She needs to remember what royal blood demands"
The echo of thundering kicks shook the door. BANG! BANG! BANG! Shraddha screamed, clutching Tamanna’s arm.
"Ma!"
The door gave way on the fourth kick, crashing to the floor like a wounded beast. The scent of brute force filled the room as Amrit and five of his men stepped inside. Tamanna stumbled backward.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she screamed.
Amrit crushed the phone in her hand before she could dial.
"We’re here for what’s ours" he said, shoving her down on the couch.
His eyes slid to Shraddha.
"My niece deserves marble floors and chandeliers, not this rat hole. And you…"
His gaze crawled down Tamanna’s body.
"…you’re still young enough to give our family more heirs"
Shraddha sobbed uncontrollably. Tamanna, trembling, spat back,
"Over my dead body"
Amrit leaned closer, the scent of alcohol on his breath.
"That can be arranged"
"I dare you to touch her"
The voice came from behind Amrit — low, steady, dangerous. The room’s air changed, like a storm gathering. Amrit turned, brows furrowing. There he was. Hemant Kumar, sleeves rolled up on a crimson denim shirt, eyes cold, jaw set like a blade. The light from the hallway haloed him as if the darkness feared to touch him. Tamanna’s breath hitched. Amrit sneered.
"And who the hell are you?"
Hemant stepped forward, his boots thudding like hammers.
"You're Amrit? Right?"
"Lucky guess , and you are?"
"I am the one who is going to reshape Amrit's face!"
"Big words"
Amrit growled and lunged forward for a cheap punch — but Hemant moved like a ghost. One sidestep, and his boot slammed into Amrit’s chest. The don crashed onto the couch he had just claimed, coughing blood.
"Tammu" Hemant said, not taking his eyes off the men.
"Take Shraddha to the bedroom. Lock the door. Don’t open till I say"
Tamanna clutched Shraddha and nodded, retreating. Her fingers shook on the doorknob as she locked herself inside, pressing Shraddha to her chest.
"Kill him!" Amrit screamed.
Four goons charged. Hemant didn’t flinch. Years of combat burned in his muscles — the infamous Michael King within him awakening. A fist came at him. He blocked, twisted the man’s arm, and slammed his face into the wall. Another swung a rod; Hemant ducked and kicked him into a table that shattered beneath the impact. Two more rushed together. Hemant leapt over the coffee table, grabbed one by the collar, headbutted him, then spun and elbowed the other in the throat. They collapsed like discarded trash. Amrit’s smugness vanished, replaced by disbelief.
"You picked the wrong house"
Hemant muttered, cracking his neck. His men, dressed in black tactical wear, stormed in seconds later.
"Clean this up"
Hemant ordered. They restrained the wounded goons like they were nothing more than noisy furniture.
"Boss, what about this one?" a man asked, pointing at Amrit.
"Make him remember whose city this is" Hemant said coldly.
When silence returned, Hemant walked to the bedroom door. He knocked gently.
"Tammu. It’s me"
The lock clicked, and she opened it slowly. Her eyes widened at the wreckage — splintered wood, overturned furniture, groaning men being dragged out. She clutched Shraddha’s hand tighter.
"Oh my god…"
Hemant took her trembling hand.
"Breathe. I’ve got you both" His voice softened, a rare warmth breaking through the storm.
"I have a place nearby. You can stay there. By the evening, this place will look brand new. With every broken things replaced with new ones. I assure you Tammu , you will not be bothered by any of them ever again!"
Shraddha’s face lit up upon seeing him. She remembered the man who had saved her once before. Hemant carried her in one arm, guiding Tamanna out as they passed Amrit’s unconscious men. Outside, the SUV door opened, engines roared again — but this time, it was their escape, not their doom.
The day unfolded in quiet, golden light. In the company-owned apartment, Shraddha ran circles around the living room, still high on the thrill of rescue few hours ago. Tamanna watched from the doorway, her heart full. For the first time in weeks, her daughter’s laughter was unrestrained, pure. Hemant crouched down in front of her, holding up a pair of bright sneakers.
"Princess, you ready to conquer the world today?"
Shraddha nodded eagerly.
"Where are we going Uncle?" she chirped.
Hemant winked.
"Somewhere with slides taller than me, swings faster than airplanes, and candy that will make you forget every villain in the world"
Tamanna couldn’t help but smile. Seeing her daughter light up like that around him… it melted something deep inside her. A short drive later, they arrived at the play zone in Lower Parel — an explosion of colors, slides, and laughter. The moment Shraddha saw the huge play structure, she gasped as if she’d just seen a castle. Hemant knelt down beside her.
"Well, Your Highness, shall we storm the fortress?"
Tamanna followed them with quiet amusement as Hemant — a man who could dismantle a group of armed men and goons in the morning — was now crawling through tunnels, pretending to be a dragon, and sliding down with Shraddha on his lap. Shraddha’s laughter was so loud it turned heads. He made every obstacle into an adventure, every turn into a moment of magic. On the bench nearby, Tamanna rested her chin on her palm, her eyes never leaving them. She hadn’t seen Shraddha this free since ever. In a way Hemant was giving her the fatherly love that she never got from Dev. Watching Hemant — a man with darkness and pain in his past — become a protector, a source of joy… it pulled her heart in ways she couldn’t deny anymore.
Hours passed in joy and sunlight. By the time they returned, the sky had turned soft orange. Tamanna slowed her steps as they reached her apartment building, a nervous flutter in her chest. She expected broken doors, splintered tables… reminders of violence. But when she unlocked the door, her breath caught. The entire place looked untouched — no cracks, no blood, no wreckage. A fresh door, polished furniture, even new curtains. It was as if the nightmare of the morning had never happened.
"Hemant…" she whispered.
He stepped in behind her, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Told you. My people are fast" Shraddha squealed and ran to her room, spinning around in awe.
"Ma! It’s all fixed!"
Dinner time came softly. Tamanna moved around the kitchen with practiced grace, but tonight it felt different. Hemant was there beside her — not as a guest, but as if he belonged. He rolled up his sleeves, chopping vegetables with military precision.
"You know" Tamanna said, laughing softly.
"I’ve never seen a man this comfortable around coriander and frying pans"
He smirked.
"Believe it or not , I always consider kitchen as my place of peace. Somewhere I can be easily distracted from my own problems. And some good food becomes the prime focus"
They sat at the table together, Shraddha between them, a small, glowing island of warmth. She kept feeding Hemant pieces of roti like it was some sacred game, and he played along with every dramatic bite. Tamanna’s heart filled with a strange ache — an ache that felt like home. After dinner, Shraddha yawned so wide it made Tamanna laugh. Hemant carried her to her room, gently tucking her under the blanket.
"Goodnight, brave warrior" he whispered.
She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck in a sleepy hug. Tamanna stood at the door, silently watching. She saw how Shraddha’s eyes softened around him — the same way hers did. When he returned to the living room, the night had grown quiet. Tamanna hesitated, then said softly,
"Its already too late.....Why don't you stay?"
Hemant raised a brow.
"Tammu…"
She looked at the floor for a moment, then back at him.
"Just tonight. Please. I don’t…..want the house to feel empty again....plus I want you alongside me tonight!"
He didn’t need more convincing. He nodded slowly.
"Okay"
Hemant then sent a message to Sonarika , not giving her any reason for not coming home. Honestly , he no longer cared. He was already fed up of her 'peace woman' drama which irked him a lot. And the less time he spend with her , the better. Or else he might end up starting to hate her.
Later, Tamanna and Hemant sat on the couch together, wrapped in a loose throw blanket. A movie flickered on the TV — something romantic and a little too sensual for the late hour. Tamanna’s hair brushed his shoulder as she leaned closer. He could feel her warmth, her heartbeat in the quiet room. The tension was no longer a stranger between them. On the screen, the leads kissed like the world had narrowed to two heartbeats. Tamanna felt Hemant’s gaze shift to her. She didn’t turn immediately; she didn’t need to. The air between them thickened, slow and electric.
"Is Shraddha asleep?" he asked quietly. Tamanna’s eyes flicked up to his.
"I locked her door" she whispered.
"She’s safe"
The last wall between them fell in that silence. Hemant’s fingers brushed hers, hesitant at first, then bolder. Tamanna leaned in, her breath catching. It wasn’t just desire — it was a sense of need, of safety she hadn’t felt in years, but more than that , the need to be physical with him ever since their affair began. She simply could not take her fantasies of him from her mind , he was everything she wanted right now. His lips met hers in a slow, heated kiss that melted the space between them. She arched closer, his arms wrapping around her waist as if she were the only thing holding him to this world.
"mmmm....wait" Tamanna whispered stopping him.
"What's wrong" Hemant asked.
"Its just that.....its not my safe days.....so we have to be careful" Tamanna revealed.
"Oh......good thing I bought these" Hemant revealed a packet of condoms from his pocket.
"When did you buy these?"
"At the mall when you were with Shraddha at the playstore , I had a feeling this will come in handy considering how you looked at me all day"
"You're so full of yourself!"
"Are you saying my assumption is wrong?"
"Well? Not entirely"
"I know about your feelings woman....and I definitely know what you need right now!"
Saying that he kissed her with an intensity that made her hard to breathe. She thanked her lucky stars to have him in her life right now. Tamanna quickly straddled Hemant's lap and would grind her cunt against his hardening cock. Their kisses grew in passion and heat. He put his hands under her night shorts and felt her ass through her panties. It felt just as good as he remembered from their first time. Tamanna removed her shirt and threw it aside presenting him with her pale perky and wonderful tits. He loved how her nipples would poke out like little erasers. Hemant latched his lips onto the left one.
"MHMMM"
Moaned the sexy bright woman as she grabbed his head pulling him onto her breast even harder. He moved over and began licking her other nipple. He rubbed her pussy through her damp panties. She was so horny she had soaked her panties. Hemant placed his hands on her ass and held on tight as he stood up. Tamanna wrapped her legs around him. They kissed as he carried her to the guest bedroom.
He threw her on the bed and climbed atop of her sexy body. They returned to kissing and touching each other's skin wherever they could. Hemant took his shirt off and threw it on the ground. Tamanna didn't waste a second before running her hands on his chest and strong back. He placed kisses all the way down her body stopping to taste her tits once more before continuing to his target. Hemant pulled down her pyjama shorts along with her sexy panty. He spread her legs and dove right into her muff. She tasted wonderfully to him as he used his tongue to explore the folds of her most private regions. Her juices were flowing as he sucked on her clit which was only demanding it at this point. His fingers found her opening and almost had a mind of their own as they penetrated Tamanna with the only intention of making her cum time and time again.
"Ahhhhh! Hemant!! Lick me! FUCK!!"
Tamanna was going wild. Her moans were getting louder and she continued to pump her clit against his face. Hemant sucked it into his mouth and ran his tongue all over it like crazy, driving her even crazier. He reached up with his free hand and grabbed one of her tits. He pulled on the nipple and toyed with her while his fingers pumped in and out of her at record speed.
"HEMANT!! I'm FUCKIN CUMMING!! AHHHHH!!!"
She came hard her juices pumping out of her cunt and being picked up by his tongue as quickly as he could. Hemant continued licking her cunt well after she had finished cumming. Hemant stood up from the bed and removed the rest of his clothes. He then took one condom from his packet and wrapped it into his meaty erection as Tamanna looked at him with baited breaths.
Hemant wrapped himself up and lay on top of Tamanna. They kissed again as he felt her soft breast and hard nipples against his chest. She grabbed his condom covered cock and directed him to her hot pussy. She was just as tight and warm as the his last time with her. Hemant wrapped his arms around her as he started pumping his cock into her.
"mhmmmh"
She moaned feeling him in the depths of her. Their eyes met as their bodies continued to pound and meet one another. Her pussy felt like velvet for him. They stopped kissing and just held their foreheads together as he propped himself on his forearms allowing him to fuck her harder and to hit her g spot from a different angle. Tamanna locked her legs around his back and grabbed his ass with her hands pushing him deeper and harder into her.
"Ahhh!! Ahh!!! Ahh!!! FUCK, FUCK FUCK!! HEM--.. AHHHHH"
Tamanna was really losing herself now as her orgasm continued to get closer. Hemant kneeled and grabbed her hips, he would drive her entire body down on his cock and her screams only got louder. He stared down at her incredible body. Her small pale and sweaty tits bouncing up and down, her soft legs and her tight stomach.
With a few more seconds of stimulation and deep thrustings that seemed to stretch on way longer, she gave a shake, tensing up as she held back her climax as it rushed up on her, sharp and intense, much like last time she was with him as she gave several hard, short thrusts upward to force him as deep in her as she could while her finger went mad on her man's muscly back , clawing it with appreciation for a job well done.
She wailed loudly as she hit her peak, suddenly erupting as she shook and collapsed down below him as the strength in her legs failed, feeling his cock deep as she shuddered violently, her hips bucking and shoving upwards, squeezing intently at his cock to make him throb as she quaked. Her fingers never stopped clawing, just cranking every last drop of her climax as her eyes squeezed shut and her breath caught in her throat, her orgasm just hitting her so much harder than she expected and making her grope him tighter and harder into the pleasure of it with everything she had. He just held her hips as she rocked below him, immensely turned on to see her come with his cock in her like this.
"AHHH HEMANT! I AM HERE!!!!"
Tamanna mumbled, a small admission to how incredible it'd felt to reach her peak
"UGGHHHH TAMMU I AM CLOSE!!!!"
Hemant screamed out. He could feel his orgasm getting crashing onto him like a wave. The cum was building up in his cock just ready to blow. He lay down on top of her and wrapped her up in his arms. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensations taking place around his cock.
"FUCK!!"
Hemant screamed as his cock finally exploded sending what felt like gallons into the condom. They looked at each other and smiled. Their lips met again as they kissed.
"Hope the condom survived!" Tamanna gasped between breaths.
"It did"
Hemant said between deep breaths as he slowly separated from her , his cock moving out of her in slick way as Hemant meticulously removed the condom from his penis and tied. He then threw it in the nearby dustbin as he laid on the bed more comfortably. Tamanna sighed as she giggling.
"What's so funny!" Hemant asked.
"Its nothing....nothing funny just......feeling surreal that the man I fancied gave me one of the best orgasms of my life.....its like when you put expectations to something.....and then you get so much more than that"
"Really.....honestly I feel greatful that you enjoyed.....though I feel you like what I do because you fancy me"
"Maybe.....but I have this....doubt.....I mean...its nothing..."
"What is it"
"Its personal.....you might feel hurt..."
"Believe me Tammu.....after what I did.....I am willing to face an army for that experience....so ask....I won't mind"
"Its.....Sonarika"
Hemant felt a little bit of regret when she said her name. Tamanna noticed the sadness in his face.
"I told you , you would be upset"
"No its ok. Ask away"
"Its just....why? why did she have the need of an affair when you are.....this good in bed!"
Hemant giggled as he responded.
"Lets just say I improved a little bit late , you do remember I was fat and slow not so long ago"
"Yeah I remember , still looked cute though"
"Then I turned my life around , but turns out it was too late when it came to Sonarika. Now she has a millionaire lover who warms her bed for her future"
"Maybe we should not talk about her. I think anything about her bothers you"
"Yeah , in a way , I am this close to hating her Tammu. I want to hate her , for the severe wound she has inflicted on me , but Karan , he is the reason I hold back my emotions regarding her"
"Karan can be your best emotional support"
"He is , just seeing him laugh gives me enough strength to move forward in life....its just..."
"What?"
"Its her.....she is lately been acting all different......changing her lifestyles.....putting a more good woman act......."
"What if she is genuine about it?"
"No Tammu.....she is not at all genuine......I used to believe she was trying to heal herself......and she acted all scared and deflected my touches.....then the next moment she spread her legs for Vikram.......everything about her is an act now......even now she is trying to convince me she is changed but I know she will do the same thing again.......the next time she sees Vikram again she will strip herself and submit to him.......its her real nature now!"
"Okay....I think we've talked enough about Sonarika.....lets change the subject......"
"Okay..."
"BTW.....I hate the condom thing......honestly it feels so dissatisfying with a rubber wrapped around you........I missed the last time when you basically shot up my insides with your cock gun!"
"Heheh....cock gun?"
"Yeah.....its something only you can do.....your cumming is like a gun going off......and even though sometimes it hurts....the pleasure generated by that is universal!"
"Maybe next time.....I'll do without it!!"
"Hmm.....how about.....a little proposal"
"Proposal?"
"Yeah.....my Studio is doing a contemporary Ad shoot for a watch brand with a Bollywood actress......we're looking for a male model with it......and lately I've been thinking about you"
"Another photoshoot?"
"A bit of both....its both commercial and a shoot....we will be doing it at the Mariott Hotel.....I've booked the VIP suite for the shoot.....and ever since seeing your photos in that Bridal Magazine....I had an idea of how to make Hemant Kumar the rising business magnate more popular...."
"So you want me to do the shoot so that....it gives me more fame?"
"Yeah....something like that....alongwith"
"Alongwith with what my lady!"
"Heh.....like I said....its a full day shoot.....and Shraddha will be here been looked out by Chaitali for that night.......so I can have the mariott hotel suite all for myself.....and my special man!"
"Is that my reward for the photoshoot?"
"Oh yeah.....financially it won't be a big sum for you.....but that suite and that night.....it can be quiet rewarding"
"hmm.....I wonder.....how rewarding"
"Well first off.....no involvement of rubber......just skin on skin....fluid to fluid.....and.....something that will involve a bottle of lube......and a forbidden door!"
Hemant's eyes went wide as he looked at her with disbelief.
"Are you serious Tammu?"
Tamanna responded by opening the table drawer nearby and revealing the lube bottle. Hemant took it in his hand as he looked at her and the bottle astonished.
"You really wanna do that? Anal?"
"I do.....and I trust you will make my moment quiet memorable!"
"But why?"
"Well.....its...part of my fantasy.....I always desired to loose my virginity with you....but then Sanjana happened and my moment was ruined.....and Dev played it safe with me.....but now that I have you in my life right now....I feel the need to fullfill that fantasy......so I want you to take my anal virginity.....I want to feel that raw sexual thrill from it......to live out a part of me claimed by you......so that I will have no more regrets of ruined memories!"
"Wow...Tammu...I am glad you see me worthy but....are you sure about this?"
"Without a doubt.....I know it might be painfull......but the way your cock stretch my pussy lately.......I have this raw urge to see that big meat penetrate and reshape my asshole......."
"Tammu....it will hurt....you don't have to do this"
"I don't care if it hurts Hemant....and even if it does....then the Mariott Hotel Suite will hear me screaming your name........I need that moment Hemant.......and I know you want it too!"
"How"
"Because....I've been jerking your cock for the last minute and it only became hard when I said about my anal virginity!"
Hemant looked down and realized her hand was caressing his now rock hard meat.
"I hope your pocket didn't have just a single condom!!" Tamanna giggled.
Hemant responded by kissing her deeply as he got on top of her. He reached for the condom packet to wrap himself up knowing his work is not done for the night.
The night unraveled with whispered breaths and soft moans against the backdrop of the sounds the bed made. Their bodies fit together with a familiar ease, born not from recklessness but from trust and hunger long starved. Outside, the city kept its noise, but inside that little apartment — rebuilt from attraction into warmth — Tamanna and Hemant built something wordless, wild, and achingly real.
The first light of dawn had not yet slipped through the curtains, yet the quiet guest room already held a faint amber hue. Hemant slowly stirred, his body heavy with the delicious laziness that follows deep, dreamless sleep. The air was cool against his skin, carrying the faint scent of her — warm, feminine, familiar.
Then he felt it — the quiet weight beside him, the faint scent of her skin clinging to the sheets. Tamanna lay facing him, her body dbangd in the shirt he’d worn yesterday, its buttons half open, teasing more than they hid. Her hair spilled across the pillow like shadows. The sight hit him like a spark against dry air. Every memory of the night before came rushing back — her hands, her gasps, the way she had clung to him like she belonged nowhere else. Something deep within him stirred, sharp and undeniable. God, she was a vision.
His cock, already stiff with morning wood, throbbed almost painfully against his thigh, now fully awake and insistent. The urge to be inside her again was a primal, overwhelming need. He moved with a predator’s quiet grace, sliding his hand to the nightstand, his fingers finding the small foil packet. He sheathed himself quickly, the soft rustle of the wrapper sounding deafening in the silent room.
He shifted closer, spooning against her warm body, one arm dbanging over her waist. She murmured something unintelligible in her sleep, nuzzling deeper into the pillow. His heart hammered against his ribs. He guided his condom-sheathed length, the latex already slick with a drop of his own anticipation, to her entrance. So warm. Even in sleep, her body was ready for him. He rubbed the broad head of his cock over her slick folds, a slow, teasing circle that made her hips twitch.
A soft, sleepy sigh escaped her lips. That was all the invitation he needed.
In one swift, fluid motion, he pushed forward, burying his entire length inside her in a single, deep stroke.
"aaaahhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmggrrhhhh!"
Tamanna’s eyes flew open. A sharp, gasping moan was torn from her throat as her body seized, her back arching against his chest.
"Ahhhh! Hemant!"
Her voice was thick with sleep and sudden, intense sensation. Her inner walls, soft and pliant from sleep, clenched around him in shocked surprise, a hot, velvety fist gripping him tight. He stilled, letting her adjust, his own breath coming in ragged pants against her neck.
"You’re… you’re harder than last night" she groaned, her voice a husky whisper laced with awe.
He nipped at her earlobe, his voice a low growl.
"It’s all because of you. Waking up to this… to you like this… I couldn’t wait"
He began to move, a slow, deliberate retreat before pushing back into her welcoming heat.
"I need to feel you"
A low, throaty moan answered him, her hand coming up to grip the thigh he had hooked over hers.
"Ahhhh.....Ahhhh....Yyeeeeesssss!"
Her body was answering for her, melting back against him, her hips meeting his next thrust with a needy roll. The slow, rhythmic slide was exquisite torture. Each time he filled her completely, she could feel every inch of him, a delicious stretch that bordered on unbearable. He slipped his hand under the shirt, palming her breast, his thumb circling a taut nipple as he established a relentless, deep rhythm.
Soon, the slow grind wasn’t enough. A frantic energy took over. He rolled her onto her stomach, the red shirt was discarded, baring her entire back to his gaze. He mounted her, his knees anchoring him on either side of her thighs, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her up onto her knees to meet his thrusts.
The pace turned violent, animalistic. The headboard slammed against the wall with a steady, percussive beat.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
On the nearby table, a framed photo of herself and her daughter and a small vase shivered and danced with every powerful drive of his hips. Tamanna’s moans turned into sharp, breathy yelps, her face pressed into the mattress. Tears of overwhelming pleasure welled in her eyes, blotting the sheets beneath her. He was so deep. Each piston-like thrust nailed a spot within her that sent white-hot sparks shooting behind her eyelids. She could feel the raw power of him, the way his muscular abdomen slapped against her sweat-slicked skin, the way her own pale buttocks jiggled and reddened with the force of his possession.
She was hurtling toward her peak faster than she thought possible, the coil of pleasure in her core winding to a breaking point. Hemant watched, mesmerized, as the muscles in her back flexed, her skin shimmering with a fine sheen of sweat. God, the sight of her. Completely at his mercy, lost in the pleasure he was giving her. It was the most potent aphrodisiac.
"I’m… I’m cumming!"
She cried out, her voice cracking as the orgasm detonated within her. Her inner muscles spasmed around him, a rippling, milking contraction that clamped down on his cock like a vice, threatening to pull the very essence from him.
That intense, choking grip was his undoing. With a guttural roar, he drove into her one final, searing time, burying himself to the hilt as his own release crashed over him. His vision whited out as his cock pulsed again and again, filling the condom with a hot, rushing torrent. He collapsed forward, his full weight pressing her into the mattress, his face buried in her hair, their bodies connected in the most intimate way possible as they rode out the shattering climax together.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the faint, residual tremor in their limbs. Slowly, carefully, he softened and slipped out of her. Tamanna groaned softly at the loss of fullness. He tied off the condom and tossed it into the bin with the others, the soft thud a final punctuation mark. He turned back to find her looking over her shoulder at him, her face flushed, her eyes still glistening with tears, her lips swollen. A slow, utterly overwhelmed smile spread across her face, radiant and genuine. Hemant’s heart squeezed. He leaned down, caressing her cheek, and captured her smile with a deep, languid kiss that tasted of sweat and salt and perfect, sated bliss.
"My god....the proposal of anal sex really tempted you Hemant!" Tamanna said hastily.
"No woman........you're just slowly becoming a drug that I am getting addicted to!!!"
Sometime later , they both got up and showered together. After dressing up , Hemant joined Tamanna in the kitchen.
"Btw , I forgot to ask who this.....actress is"
"Oh....its Kriti.....Kriti Sanon"
"Ohhhh....."
"What?"
"Nothing......she is Anjali's favorite actress"
"Great.....I can provide an autograph from her if you want"
"That would be great"
"Is she your favorite too?"
"Not exactly , I was grown in the glory of the evergreen ladies....Ms. Sanon is kind of our generation"
"True , I'll let you know once the photoshoot schedule is set. Expect it in a few weeks"
"Definitely looking forward to it"
"Are you looking forward for the photoshoot or what comes after?"
"Well , the photoshoot is an obligation for you and a surprise gift for Anjali. And what happens after is definitely something I truly need right now!"
"Really? That desperate"
"Not desperation.....gratitude. Knowing that there is someone here who wants to share intimate lives with me.....because lately , my masculinity is being targetted for my failures!"
Tamanna saw the change in his expression as she caressed his face.
"Hemant , listen. You need to stop blaming yourself for something you never did. I understand that heartbreak can be rough , sometimes life plays an unfair trick. Even now for me , I wished I never met Dev so that I can be fully committed to you. But I have to see the plus points in my life as Dev gave me Shraddha. Someday , maybe in the future , I wish I could see Karan and Shraddha as our children and we become one. Because believe me , having you as a husband is a boon not many are fortunate for. Sonarika fumbled with you and its her loss"
"Tammu"
"Please , don't bring yourself down. You are not a lesser man. I am your assurance for that , because you've made me feel things I've never felt in life. Every moment I've spent with you , I've regretted even considering a physical relationship with Sandeep. Sometimes I wished you were there on that voyage of love , I would've screamed your name in that entire boat!"
"Heh....scream my name?"
"Yeah why not. You seem to be thinking of yourself being a very basic man Hemant. But believe me , you're not"
"Is that so?"
"Exactly so. You see , back in college , when I was your secret voyeur , I heard the way Sanju moaned and screamed being with you. Those things built some expectation in me. And then when we did it , those expectations were way low than I thought. Now I think Sanju should've screamed louder"
"You're a little freaky Tammu"
"You haven't seen my freakiness yet. I ll show you on the night at the Mariott. When you will claim my anal virginity!"
"Damn Tammu"
"You see Hemant. This morning , when you did it. As I was laying there on my stomach , feeling all of your weight as you thrusted deep in me. It felt great , made me imagine how it will be on my forbidden door. To hear the sound and feel your hips hitting my ass. It was an out of body experience for me. I really hated the condoms since last night. But I am happy and glad that you were concerned about me and our safety"
"I am glad too Tammu. Because right now , even though there is a lot of people around me. I feel sometimes very lonely. You're the one person that etches that loneliness away. And believe me , I too have thought about it. To give our relationship some meaning. But I am overwhelmed a lot right now. My faith in love is heavily shattered. But if Sona didn't exist , you would've made an incredible wife for me"
"And you an incredible husband if Dev didn't exist. But we are what we are now , and we have each other for now"
"For now"
Both spend some time with each other after which it was time for Hemant to leave for his company commitments. As they separated that morning , both of them were looking forward for their special day they've planned for the future that involved a Mariotte Hotel Suite.
(CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)
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