11-12-2025, 09:13 PM
Chapter 22: Pooja's post sex deepens a bond with Vikram ?
Waves of New BeginningsGuesthouse - The Dawn of Intimacy
The morning sunlight streamed through the guesthouse windows, casting a warm glow over Pooja and Vikram as they stirred awake, the chill of the night sending a shiver down their spines. Pooja blinked, her eyes adjusting to the light, only to realize with a flush of embarrassment that she lay stark nude on the rooftop floor, her body marked by the wild passion of the previous night. Her skin bore the faint bruises and sheen of Vikram's fervor, a mix of shame and awe washing over her as she scanned her aching form.
Shyness peaked, her cheeks burning, yet a secret thrill pulsed within her—last night's intensity had awakened something primal. Vikram rolled toward her, his manhood stirring with renewed intent, leaning in to kiss her lips.
Pooja stopped him, a shy laugh escaping, "Vikram, we haven't brushed yet!"
He grinned, his voice teasing, "So what, my wifey..."
She corrected him softly, "I'm not yet your wife—I'm just divorced and your lover.
Let's take it slow."
The tenderness in her tone masked her racing heart.
She suggested, "Coffee, shall we?"
Vikram rose, turning to gaze at the serene beach, then helped her to her feet. Standing nude on the rooftop, a sight she'd never dared before, Pooja felt a strange liberation despite the ache in her thighs and hips. No buildings loomed nearby, but even if they did, her awakening cared little for shame. A smile crept across her face, the pains a sweet symbol of their love. As they moved inside, she announced, "I'll shower and come back." Vikram's eyes glinted with mischief, "Let me join." She hesitated, then nodded, unaware of the steamy session ahead.
At 8:00 AM, they stepped into the shower together, the cool water cascading over their skin. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, and Vikram pressed his thick arousal against her entry. Pooja gasped, "What are you doing, Vikram?" He smirked, "Have you ever tried this in the shower?" She shook her head, "No, not in a shower." His voice dropped, "Then let me make you explore this." The chill of the water couldn't dampen their heat as he lifted her against the wall, entering her with a forceful thrust. For 30 minutes, they made mad love, the steam rising as Pooja's moans echoed off the tiles, her body surrendering to a shattering orgasm. As his manhood doesnt softened, she laughed, kneeling to take him in her mouth, her touch playful yet eager. By 9:30 AM, they finished showering, their bond deepened by the intimacy.
Vikram took her for a walk along the beach, the fresh air filling her lungs, the world outside fading as she reveled in her newfound freedom. The coastline was sparsely populated, and Vikram had hired a boat. "Let's go to the middle of the ocean for fishing," he suggested.
In the heart of the sea, he knelt on the boat, his eyes locked with hers, and proposed romantically,
"Will you marry me?"
Tears welled in Pooja's eyes as she accepted, "Yes," the ring sliding onto her finger.
They sat, discussing their future, Vikram proposing, "Shall we marry tomorrow?" Pooja paused, "Won't I need to inform my parents?" He considered, "First, they need to know about the divorce, then this. I don't think it's apt to inform now. Let's marry, then register ourselves—only after that will there be no threat." Pooja nodded, reflecting on Arjun's unexpected actions. "We've seen Arjun, the biggest threat—he imposed something unbelievable on us. Our parents aren't an issue, but we shouldn't take it lightly." They agreed, and Pooja marveled at how quickly she'd embraced this new love. As sea waves lapped near, she kissed him briefly, and Vikram responded with a passionate kiss. The day unfolded into a whirlwind of sexual intimacy, the guesthouse their sanctuary until the next morning, 24 hours filled with moans, cries, and pleasure, punctuated by 6 hours of quiet cuddling in each other's arms.
Hospital - The Road to Recovery
Back at the hospital, Arjun remained stable, though not fully conscious, his lips muttering "Pooja" repeatedly, a haunting echo of his sacrifice. Anjali's fiancé arrived in the morning, checking his vitals with a professional eye. "He's normal," he assured, turning to Anjali. "Go back to the house—I've asked a nurse to care for him." Anjali hesitated, then requested, "Delete that Instagram image. Pooja just left him; the photo might create doubt. Let her marry." Her fiancé nodded, accessing his account and removing the post, protecting Pooja's new chapter.
Guesthouse - The Seal of Love
Over the next week, Arjun slowly regained normalcy, walking with tentative steps, his vitals fully restored, though it marked only the start of his recovery. Meanwhile, Pooja embraced her role as Vikram's wife-to-be, reorganizing his home to reflect her needs, discarding every trace of her past with Arjun. They informed their office of their impending marriage, sparking gossip. Some whispered of cheating, but Vikram stood resolute, addressing the team: "Guys, I know you may doubt or gossip. We'd like to clear this—yes, Pooja and Arjun were in love, married, but family issues and differences drove them apart. He moved on with his startup and new life, so have we. I was her good friend, didn't want her to lead a single life, proposed, and we're marrying this week. If you trust us, visit our wedding at the nearby temple." A few clapped, others looked shocked. Some lost faith in love, blaming Pooja for adultery, while others wished them well.
The next morning, Pooja and Vikram went shopping, he buying her new clothes as she discarded every reminder of Arjun, her apartment becoming a fresh lease on life. Normalcy returned, her intimacy with Vikram a daily renewal, the touch she'd missed for months now back with forceful passion. Each day brought a new sensual game, their bond strengthening. On the wedding morning, 20+ guests arrived to bless their union, the apartment—unused to more than five people—flooded with 50+, a vibrant celebration. Pooja's sister learned via Instagram, prompting a call where Pooja shared minimal, uncomfortable details. Her father panicked, slamming her choice, but her sister convinced him with the full story. At the hospital, Anjali informed Arjun of Pooja's marriage. He smiled weakly, "Glad it happened. Now I'm at peace."
That night, Pooja slept peacefully in Vikram's arms, whispering,
"Thank you, Vikram—my life is back to normal. Without your love, I would have lost long ago.
I didn't do anything; my love for you kept me strong."
Vikram's voice softened, "I love you, Pooja."
For the first time, her response registered deeply, "I LOVE YOUUU, VIKRAM! You are my LIFE."
They kissed passionately, launching into one more sensual night, their love a beacon in the quiet apartment.
Waves of New BeginningsGuesthouse - The Dawn of Intimacy
The morning sunlight streamed through the guesthouse windows, casting a warm glow over Pooja and Vikram as they stirred awake, the chill of the night sending a shiver down their spines. Pooja blinked, her eyes adjusting to the light, only to realize with a flush of embarrassment that she lay stark nude on the rooftop floor, her body marked by the wild passion of the previous night. Her skin bore the faint bruises and sheen of Vikram's fervor, a mix of shame and awe washing over her as she scanned her aching form.
Shyness peaked, her cheeks burning, yet a secret thrill pulsed within her—last night's intensity had awakened something primal. Vikram rolled toward her, his manhood stirring with renewed intent, leaning in to kiss her lips.
Pooja stopped him, a shy laugh escaping, "Vikram, we haven't brushed yet!"
He grinned, his voice teasing, "So what, my wifey..."
She corrected him softly, "I'm not yet your wife—I'm just divorced and your lover.
Let's take it slow."
The tenderness in her tone masked her racing heart.
She suggested, "Coffee, shall we?"
Vikram rose, turning to gaze at the serene beach, then helped her to her feet. Standing nude on the rooftop, a sight she'd never dared before, Pooja felt a strange liberation despite the ache in her thighs and hips. No buildings loomed nearby, but even if they did, her awakening cared little for shame. A smile crept across her face, the pains a sweet symbol of their love. As they moved inside, she announced, "I'll shower and come back." Vikram's eyes glinted with mischief, "Let me join." She hesitated, then nodded, unaware of the steamy session ahead.
At 8:00 AM, they stepped into the shower together, the cool water cascading over their skin. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, and Vikram pressed his thick arousal against her entry. Pooja gasped, "What are you doing, Vikram?" He smirked, "Have you ever tried this in the shower?" She shook her head, "No, not in a shower." His voice dropped, "Then let me make you explore this." The chill of the water couldn't dampen their heat as he lifted her against the wall, entering her with a forceful thrust. For 30 minutes, they made mad love, the steam rising as Pooja's moans echoed off the tiles, her body surrendering to a shattering orgasm. As his manhood doesnt softened, she laughed, kneeling to take him in her mouth, her touch playful yet eager. By 9:30 AM, they finished showering, their bond deepened by the intimacy.
Vikram took her for a walk along the beach, the fresh air filling her lungs, the world outside fading as she reveled in her newfound freedom. The coastline was sparsely populated, and Vikram had hired a boat. "Let's go to the middle of the ocean for fishing," he suggested.
In the heart of the sea, he knelt on the boat, his eyes locked with hers, and proposed romantically,
"Will you marry me?"
Tears welled in Pooja's eyes as she accepted, "Yes," the ring sliding onto her finger.
They sat, discussing their future, Vikram proposing, "Shall we marry tomorrow?" Pooja paused, "Won't I need to inform my parents?" He considered, "First, they need to know about the divorce, then this. I don't think it's apt to inform now. Let's marry, then register ourselves—only after that will there be no threat." Pooja nodded, reflecting on Arjun's unexpected actions. "We've seen Arjun, the biggest threat—he imposed something unbelievable on us. Our parents aren't an issue, but we shouldn't take it lightly." They agreed, and Pooja marveled at how quickly she'd embraced this new love. As sea waves lapped near, she kissed him briefly, and Vikram responded with a passionate kiss. The day unfolded into a whirlwind of sexual intimacy, the guesthouse their sanctuary until the next morning, 24 hours filled with moans, cries, and pleasure, punctuated by 6 hours of quiet cuddling in each other's arms.
Hospital - The Road to Recovery
Back at the hospital, Arjun remained stable, though not fully conscious, his lips muttering "Pooja" repeatedly, a haunting echo of his sacrifice. Anjali's fiancé arrived in the morning, checking his vitals with a professional eye. "He's normal," he assured, turning to Anjali. "Go back to the house—I've asked a nurse to care for him." Anjali hesitated, then requested, "Delete that Instagram image. Pooja just left him; the photo might create doubt. Let her marry." Her fiancé nodded, accessing his account and removing the post, protecting Pooja's new chapter.
Guesthouse - The Seal of Love
Over the next week, Arjun slowly regained normalcy, walking with tentative steps, his vitals fully restored, though it marked only the start of his recovery. Meanwhile, Pooja embraced her role as Vikram's wife-to-be, reorganizing his home to reflect her needs, discarding every trace of her past with Arjun. They informed their office of their impending marriage, sparking gossip. Some whispered of cheating, but Vikram stood resolute, addressing the team: "Guys, I know you may doubt or gossip. We'd like to clear this—yes, Pooja and Arjun were in love, married, but family issues and differences drove them apart. He moved on with his startup and new life, so have we. I was her good friend, didn't want her to lead a single life, proposed, and we're marrying this week. If you trust us, visit our wedding at the nearby temple." A few clapped, others looked shocked. Some lost faith in love, blaming Pooja for adultery, while others wished them well.
The next morning, Pooja and Vikram went shopping, he buying her new clothes as she discarded every reminder of Arjun, her apartment becoming a fresh lease on life. Normalcy returned, her intimacy with Vikram a daily renewal, the touch she'd missed for months now back with forceful passion. Each day brought a new sensual game, their bond strengthening. On the wedding morning, 20+ guests arrived to bless their union, the apartment—unused to more than five people—flooded with 50+, a vibrant celebration. Pooja's sister learned via Instagram, prompting a call where Pooja shared minimal, uncomfortable details. Her father panicked, slamming her choice, but her sister convinced him with the full story. At the hospital, Anjali informed Arjun of Pooja's marriage. He smiled weakly, "Glad it happened. Now I'm at peace."
That night, Pooja slept peacefully in Vikram's arms, whispering,
"Thank you, Vikram—my life is back to normal. Without your love, I would have lost long ago.
I didn't do anything; my love for you kept me strong."
Vikram's voice softened, "I love you, Pooja."
For the first time, her response registered deeply, "I LOVE YOUUU, VIKRAM! You are my LIFE."
They kissed passionately, launching into one more sensual night, their love a beacon in the quiet apartment.
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