18-12-2025, 10:13 PM
Chapter 3 Continuation
That first night in the tiny room — a single thin mat on the bare floor, one weak bulb flickering overhead, casting soft shadows on the peeling walls — they stood facing each other, suddenly shy.
Married for few days now... Yet in this way, they were complete strangers.
Prem’s heart pounded. He had dreamed of this moment for years, but now that it was real, his hands trembled.
He stepped closer, cupped her face gently, and kissed her — soft, lingering, tasting the salt of her earlier tears.
Nivi’s lips parted under his, but her body stayed stiff, breath coming quick and shallow.
“I’m scared,” she whispered against his mouth, voice barely audible, cheeks burning.
He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “Me too, Nivi. We’ll go slow. Only what you want.”
She nodded, eyes lowered, fingers twisting the edge of her saree pallu.
He kissed her again, deeper this time, but still gentle. His hands moved to her shoulders, sliding the pallu away. The saree loosened, falling in soft folds to the floor.
She stood in her blouse and petticoat, arms instinctively crossing over her chest, cheeks burning with shyness.
Her body was soft, womanly — breasts full and firm, pressing against the thin cotton blouse, the curve of her waist dipping in before flaring to wide hips.
Prem’s breath caught. “You’re… so beautiful.”
She blushed darker, looking away.
He unhooked her blouse slowly, button by button, his fingers brushing warm skin. When it opened, he eased it off her shoulders. Her bra was simple, white, but it could barely contain the new swell of her breasts. He traced the curve with trembling fingertips, reverent.
Nivi shivered, goosebumps rising. “Prem…”
He kissed her neck, her collarbone, whispering, “It’s okay. Just us.”
He reached behind to unhook her bra. It fell away, and her breasts spilled free — round, heavy, nipples dark and already hardening in the cool air.
Prem stared, enthralled, then lowered his mouth to one, kissing softly, tongue circling. She gasped, hands flying to his hair — not pushing away, just holding.
He guided her down to the mat, petticoat untied, slipped off. She lay naked before him, dusky skin glowing in the dim light, one arm across her breasts, the other over her belly in shy protection.
Prem undressed quickly, shirt, pants, everything gone. His arousal obvious, hard and straining.
Nivi’s eyes widened, a mix of curiosity and nervousness.
He lay beside her, kissing her deeply, hand stroking her side, her hip, her thigh. Slowly coaxing her legs apart.
His fingers found her centre — warm, wet already, despite her fear.
She whimpered into his mouth.
He positioned himself, tip pressing gently.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
Her eyes met his — wide, trusting, full of love.
He pushed in slowly — just the head. She tensed, a small cry escaping.
He stopped. “Breathe, Nivi . Tell me if it hurts too much.”
She nodded, biting her lip.
He moved deeper, inch by inch, feeling her tightness, her body adjusting. Pain flickered across her face, nails digging into his shoulders.
When he was fully inside, he stilled, forehead against hers.
“You okay?”
She nodded, tears at the corners of her eyes. “It hurts… but don’t .....” he bite her lips... its an invitation from her that she need this...
He began to move — slow, careful thrusts. The mat creaked beneath them. Thin walls — they kept quiet, breaths mingling, muffled moans.
Gradually, pain eased for her. Pleasure crept in. Her hips rose tentatively to meet his.
He kissed her tears away. “I love you so much.”
Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper.
The rhythm built — awkward at first, then finding each other. Sweat slicked their skin. Her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hard points.
She clung to him, whispering his name like a prayer.
When release came, it was quiet but overwhelming — him spilling inside her with a shuddering groan against her neck, her body tightening around him, a soft cry stifled against his shoulder.
They stayed joined, breathing hard, hearts racing together.
Tears rolled down her cheeks — not from pain now, but from everything. The fear, the love, the new beginning.
He kissed them away. “I love you,” he whispered, voice thick
.
“Forever,” she answered, arms tight around him.
In that tiny, dingy room, with nothing but a mat and a flickering bulb, they had everything.
Love had won.
Next day, Prem walked Chennai streets — resume in hand, heat beating down.
Rejections. “No experience.” “Come later.”
Until one small trading office.
The owner — the mid thirties man — looked at his resume.
“Part-time? Three hours a day. 5000 a month. Rest of time, search for better. Take it or leave.”
Prem took it.
He came home with 2000 advance, grinning despite the pain in his ribs.
“Nivi, I got something. Part-time. We’ll manage.”
She kissed him hard, tears happy.
“We’ll use only what I earn. The five lakhs… emergency fund. We live on our own.”
She nodded, eyes shining.
They started their family like that — love, struggle, hope.
A knock at the door that evening.
Prem opened it.
A familiar face — the guy from the office who’d sat quietly during the interview.
“Prem? You left your ATM card at the office. Boss asked me to drop it. Followed the address you gave.”
Prem smiled, relieved. “Thanks, bro. Come in.”
He turned. “Nivi, water for my colleague.”
Then back to the man. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
The man smiled.
“Prakash.”
That first night in the tiny room — a single thin mat on the bare floor, one weak bulb flickering overhead, casting soft shadows on the peeling walls — they stood facing each other, suddenly shy.
Married for few days now... Yet in this way, they were complete strangers.
Prem’s heart pounded. He had dreamed of this moment for years, but now that it was real, his hands trembled.
He stepped closer, cupped her face gently, and kissed her — soft, lingering, tasting the salt of her earlier tears.
Nivi’s lips parted under his, but her body stayed stiff, breath coming quick and shallow.
“I’m scared,” she whispered against his mouth, voice barely audible, cheeks burning.
He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “Me too, Nivi. We’ll go slow. Only what you want.”
She nodded, eyes lowered, fingers twisting the edge of her saree pallu.
He kissed her again, deeper this time, but still gentle. His hands moved to her shoulders, sliding the pallu away. The saree loosened, falling in soft folds to the floor.
She stood in her blouse and petticoat, arms instinctively crossing over her chest, cheeks burning with shyness.
Her body was soft, womanly — breasts full and firm, pressing against the thin cotton blouse, the curve of her waist dipping in before flaring to wide hips.
Prem’s breath caught. “You’re… so beautiful.”
She blushed darker, looking away.
He unhooked her blouse slowly, button by button, his fingers brushing warm skin. When it opened, he eased it off her shoulders. Her bra was simple, white, but it could barely contain the new swell of her breasts. He traced the curve with trembling fingertips, reverent.
Nivi shivered, goosebumps rising. “Prem…”
He kissed her neck, her collarbone, whispering, “It’s okay. Just us.”
He reached behind to unhook her bra. It fell away, and her breasts spilled free — round, heavy, nipples dark and already hardening in the cool air.
Prem stared, enthralled, then lowered his mouth to one, kissing softly, tongue circling. She gasped, hands flying to his hair — not pushing away, just holding.
He guided her down to the mat, petticoat untied, slipped off. She lay naked before him, dusky skin glowing in the dim light, one arm across her breasts, the other over her belly in shy protection.
Prem undressed quickly, shirt, pants, everything gone. His arousal obvious, hard and straining.
Nivi’s eyes widened, a mix of curiosity and nervousness.
He lay beside her, kissing her deeply, hand stroking her side, her hip, her thigh. Slowly coaxing her legs apart.
His fingers found her centre — warm, wet already, despite her fear.
She whimpered into his mouth.
He positioned himself, tip pressing gently.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
Her eyes met his — wide, trusting, full of love.
He pushed in slowly — just the head. She tensed, a small cry escaping.
He stopped. “Breathe, Nivi . Tell me if it hurts too much.”
She nodded, biting her lip.
He moved deeper, inch by inch, feeling her tightness, her body adjusting. Pain flickered across her face, nails digging into his shoulders.
When he was fully inside, he stilled, forehead against hers.
“You okay?”
She nodded, tears at the corners of her eyes. “It hurts… but don’t .....” he bite her lips... its an invitation from her that she need this...
He began to move — slow, careful thrusts. The mat creaked beneath them. Thin walls — they kept quiet, breaths mingling, muffled moans.
Gradually, pain eased for her. Pleasure crept in. Her hips rose tentatively to meet his.
He kissed her tears away. “I love you so much.”
Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper.
The rhythm built — awkward at first, then finding each other. Sweat slicked their skin. Her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hard points.
She clung to him, whispering his name like a prayer.
When release came, it was quiet but overwhelming — him spilling inside her with a shuddering groan against her neck, her body tightening around him, a soft cry stifled against his shoulder.
They stayed joined, breathing hard, hearts racing together.
Tears rolled down her cheeks — not from pain now, but from everything. The fear, the love, the new beginning.
He kissed them away. “I love you,” he whispered, voice thick
.
“Forever,” she answered, arms tight around him.
In that tiny, dingy room, with nothing but a mat and a flickering bulb, they had everything.
Love had won.
Next day, Prem walked Chennai streets — resume in hand, heat beating down.
Rejections. “No experience.” “Come later.”
Until one small trading office.
The owner — the mid thirties man — looked at his resume.
“Part-time? Three hours a day. 5000 a month. Rest of time, search for better. Take it or leave.”
Prem took it.
He came home with 2000 advance, grinning despite the pain in his ribs.
“Nivi, I got something. Part-time. We’ll manage.”
She kissed him hard, tears happy.
“We’ll use only what I earn. The five lakhs… emergency fund. We live on our own.”
She nodded, eyes shining.
They started their family like that — love, struggle, hope.
A knock at the door that evening.
Prem opened it.
A familiar face — the guy from the office who’d sat quietly during the interview.
“Prem? You left your ATM card at the office. Boss asked me to drop it. Followed the address you gave.”
Prem smiled, relieved. “Thanks, bro. Come in.”
He turned. “Nivi, water for my colleague.”
Then back to the man. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
The man smiled.
“Prakash.”
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