12-11-2025, 08:22 AM
## Update 108: The Storm of Mala's Kiss (Avi and Mala)
We were both sitting silently on the bed in the darkened room, the tension thickening the air. Suddenly, and without warning, Mala lashed out and slapped me hard across the face. The sharp sting of the slap immediately turned into a bewildering confusion in my mind. She instantly buried her face in her hands and started sobbing violently. *It's truly impossible to understand girls. No one can ever tell what storm is brewing in their minds,* I thought, completely shocked.
Mala was crying, her body shaking hard. I immediately reached out and gently pulled her into a hug. She hugged me back without any resistance, collapsing against my chest. She kept crying in my embrace for a long while, her tears soaking my kurta. Then, Mala abruptly moved away from me, wiping her eyes and making a visible effort to compose herself.
"What were you doing at Mona's house?" she demanded, her voice thick with raw emotion.
"What did I do that was so wrong?" I asked, gently touching my stinging cheek.
"What's going on between you and Riya?" she challenged, her eyes narrowed and wet.
"Nothing serious," I said, shrugging off the matter.
"Do you think I'm blind, Avi? I saw everything you were doing with Riya—the smiling, the touching, the whispering," she insisted, leaning toward me with narrowed eyes.
"And even if I was doing something with Riya, why does it bother you so much?" I countered, my voice hardening slightly. "You have already left me and chosen another path, haven't you?"
Mala slapped me again, this time harder. The shock of the second strike made my ears ring. "I love you, you fool!" she declared, her eyes blazing with pain.
"You already said you're marrying someone else with a secure job. Then why are you putting on this drama in front of me now?" I demanded, standing up in frustration and stepping away.
"It's my helplessness! It's my destiny! How can I make you understand the burden of my family? This is what's right for my parents..." she choked out, her voice ragged and tight.
"Then you should absolutely do what makes you and your family happy. I am not stopping you from making that choice," I said, maintaining my distance. "As for Riya, there is nothing between us as you're imagining. But even if there was, what's the difference? Just like you're thinking about your future and your family, I also have to think about my own life and my own future now."
"But why are you doing it in front of me? Why did you make a show of it tonight?" she asked, tears streaming down her turmeric-stained cheeks.
"What, should I not talk to Riya or any other girl just because you're standing nearby?" I challenged her hypocrisy directly.
"I'm not saying that!" she cried, shaking her head quickly. "I love you, Avi. So if you talk and laugh with someone else in front of me, will I feel good inside?"
"And if you get married to someone else in front of me, knowing how I feel, will *I* feel good?" I countered, the logic of Meena Chachi's earlier talk empowering my voice.
"Then you tell me what I should do, Avi!" she pleaded, throwing her hands up in desperation.
"What you're doing is right in your place, considering your parents' financial situation. I'm not stopping you from marrying someone else," I reiterated, my voice calm but firm. "And by the same logic, you shouldn't stop me either."
I don't know what snapped inside Mala, but after hearing me put the situation so bluntly, she lunged at me and started kissing me with a ferocious hunger. I was genuinely shocked by the sudden, intense shift. I just stood there for a moment, passively watching her kiss me, processing the fact that the girl who was refusing me was now claiming my lips. Mala was kissing me like a woman possessed by raw feeling.
Mala's kiss was different from everyone else's I had experienced. It felt electric, like I had momentarily reached heaven. Her lips were full, pink, and soft like a rose petal. It felt like this kiss, driven by desperation and love, would never end. After what felt like ten minutes of raw, passionate kissing, she broke the kiss, pulling back with a loud, wet gasp.
She was breathing heavily, taking long, ragged breaths. I was also trying to regain my composure, my body trembling slightly from the unexpected force of her passion. My heart hammered against my ribs, echoing loud in the small room. A tight knot suddenly twisted in my stomach. The smell of turmeric and sweat filled my nostrils, making the moment feel real and urgent. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat as my body reacted to the shock.
The thought struck me with disbelief: two months ago, this girl was dying of shyness, refusing to even look at a fucking session, yet now she could kiss with such consuming, mature passion. I stared at Mala's flushed face, trying to make myself normal. After a moment, Mala reached for me again and started kissing me, attacking my mouth with renewed vigor. This time, I wasn't going to hold back any part of my desire. I immediately responded, starting to suck on Mala's lips, claiming her mouth as mine. We entered a powerful rhythm; sometimes she would dominate me, sucking my lips and tongue deep into her mouth, and sometimes I would dominate her, passionately sucking on her upper lip and then her lower lip.
Along with the kissing, my hands found their way inside her saree and started aggressively massaging Mala's body—her back, her sides, her hips. The combination of my touch and the guilt-ridden passion made Mala start sucking on my lips with even greater intensity. It was now getting extremely difficult for me to control the rapid swelling of my `lunď`. I broke the kiss, picked Mala up in one quick motion, and carried her straight into the inner room, knowing exactly where this storm was leading.
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We were both sitting silently on the bed in the darkened room, the tension thickening the air. Suddenly, and without warning, Mala lashed out and slapped me hard across the face. The sharp sting of the slap immediately turned into a bewildering confusion in my mind. She instantly buried her face in her hands and started sobbing violently. *It's truly impossible to understand girls. No one can ever tell what storm is brewing in their minds,* I thought, completely shocked.
Mala was crying, her body shaking hard. I immediately reached out and gently pulled her into a hug. She hugged me back without any resistance, collapsing against my chest. She kept crying in my embrace for a long while, her tears soaking my kurta. Then, Mala abruptly moved away from me, wiping her eyes and making a visible effort to compose herself.
"What were you doing at Mona's house?" she demanded, her voice thick with raw emotion.
"What did I do that was so wrong?" I asked, gently touching my stinging cheek.
"What's going on between you and Riya?" she challenged, her eyes narrowed and wet.
"Nothing serious," I said, shrugging off the matter.
"Do you think I'm blind, Avi? I saw everything you were doing with Riya—the smiling, the touching, the whispering," she insisted, leaning toward me with narrowed eyes.
"And even if I was doing something with Riya, why does it bother you so much?" I countered, my voice hardening slightly. "You have already left me and chosen another path, haven't you?"
Mala slapped me again, this time harder. The shock of the second strike made my ears ring. "I love you, you fool!" she declared, her eyes blazing with pain.
"You already said you're marrying someone else with a secure job. Then why are you putting on this drama in front of me now?" I demanded, standing up in frustration and stepping away.
"It's my helplessness! It's my destiny! How can I make you understand the burden of my family? This is what's right for my parents..." she choked out, her voice ragged and tight.
"Then you should absolutely do what makes you and your family happy. I am not stopping you from making that choice," I said, maintaining my distance. "As for Riya, there is nothing between us as you're imagining. But even if there was, what's the difference? Just like you're thinking about your future and your family, I also have to think about my own life and my own future now."
"But why are you doing it in front of me? Why did you make a show of it tonight?" she asked, tears streaming down her turmeric-stained cheeks.
"What, should I not talk to Riya or any other girl just because you're standing nearby?" I challenged her hypocrisy directly.
"I'm not saying that!" she cried, shaking her head quickly. "I love you, Avi. So if you talk and laugh with someone else in front of me, will I feel good inside?"
"And if you get married to someone else in front of me, knowing how I feel, will *I* feel good?" I countered, the logic of Meena Chachi's earlier talk empowering my voice.
"Then you tell me what I should do, Avi!" she pleaded, throwing her hands up in desperation.
"What you're doing is right in your place, considering your parents' financial situation. I'm not stopping you from marrying someone else," I reiterated, my voice calm but firm. "And by the same logic, you shouldn't stop me either."
I don't know what snapped inside Mala, but after hearing me put the situation so bluntly, she lunged at me and started kissing me with a ferocious hunger. I was genuinely shocked by the sudden, intense shift. I just stood there for a moment, passively watching her kiss me, processing the fact that the girl who was refusing me was now claiming my lips. Mala was kissing me like a woman possessed by raw feeling.
Mala's kiss was different from everyone else's I had experienced. It felt electric, like I had momentarily reached heaven. Her lips were full, pink, and soft like a rose petal. It felt like this kiss, driven by desperation and love, would never end. After what felt like ten minutes of raw, passionate kissing, she broke the kiss, pulling back with a loud, wet gasp.
She was breathing heavily, taking long, ragged breaths. I was also trying to regain my composure, my body trembling slightly from the unexpected force of her passion. My heart hammered against my ribs, echoing loud in the small room. A tight knot suddenly twisted in my stomach. The smell of turmeric and sweat filled my nostrils, making the moment feel real and urgent. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat as my body reacted to the shock.
The thought struck me with disbelief: two months ago, this girl was dying of shyness, refusing to even look at a fucking session, yet now she could kiss with such consuming, mature passion. I stared at Mala's flushed face, trying to make myself normal. After a moment, Mala reached for me again and started kissing me, attacking my mouth with renewed vigor. This time, I wasn't going to hold back any part of my desire. I immediately responded, starting to suck on Mala's lips, claiming her mouth as mine. We entered a powerful rhythm; sometimes she would dominate me, sucking my lips and tongue deep into her mouth, and sometimes I would dominate her, passionately sucking on her upper lip and then her lower lip.
Along with the kissing, my hands found their way inside her saree and started aggressively massaging Mala's body—her back, her sides, her hips. The combination of my touch and the guilt-ridden passion made Mala start sucking on my lips with even greater intensity. It was now getting extremely difficult for me to control the rapid swelling of my `lunď`. I broke the kiss, picked Mala up in one quick motion, and carried her straight into the inner room, knowing exactly where this storm was leading.
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