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Chapter 8 – The Awakening
Prakash felt something odd — a faint creak from the living room, like the front door opening.
He froze, cock still pressed against Nivi’s panty, tip teasing her entrance, fingers hooked in the waistband ready to pull it down.
The bedroom door swung wide open.
Prem stood there, briefcase in hand, face draining of color, eyes wide with raw shock.
Prakash nude, straddling her.
Nivi almost nude — bra cups tugged down, one breasts exposed, nipples wet from his mouth. Petticoat gone, panty halfway down her thighs, Prakash’s hand holding it.
Prem’s world shattered in an instant.
“Bastard!”
He dropped the briefcase, lunged forward, kicking Prakash hard in the ribs.
Prakash tumbled off the bed, hitting the floor with a thud, cock still hard, panic flooding his face.
“Sorry! Sorry! I got carried away!” he stammered, scrambling back, hands up.
Prem grabbed him by the throat, slamming him against the wall, fist raised.
“What did you do to her??
Prakash gasped, voice high.
“Nothing! I swear! She fainted — I carried her here to help. Clothes slipped while checking if she was breathing… I… I lost control. But I didn’t penetrate! I didn’t do anything irreversible!”
Prem looked at Nivi — unconscious on the bed, sheet half off, body exposed, fair skin marked with faint red from his kisses.
Rage and guilt crashed over him like a wave.
He threw the bedsheet over her fully, covering her protectively.
Prem’s voice shook with fury and betrayal. “Puzzled why I’m here early? I went with Pratap for the client meet… but he was suspicious about your sudden leave. He told me to check on Nivi. And I trusted you, Prakash. We trusted you. How could you do this to us?”
Prakash, still naked and trembling, backed against the wall. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. Let’s just… pretend nothing happened. Please.”
Prem’s eyes blazed. “Pretend? You know what she’s been through before. The scars from Aaravind. You know the kind of turmoil that would destroy her if she found out.”
Prakash, still pinned against the wall, gasped for air. “I know… she told me about Aaravind…”
Prem’s fist connected hard with Prakash’s face — a sickening crack, blood from his lip.
“Then you should have protected her!” Prem roared, voice breaking. “Or at least walked away! Why the hell did you think you could do the same thing again?”
Prakash slumped, whimpering.
Prem released him, breathing heavy. “Anyway… thanks to you. If you hadn’t told the receptionist about your leave, Pratap wouldn’t have suspected. He alarmed me — told me to rush home and check on Nivi.”
He stepped back, eyes cold.
“That man has exprience… with men like you.”
Pratap arrived minutes later — Prem had called him in blind panic on the drive home, voice breaking:
“Come now. Prakash… something’s wrong.”
Pratap took one look at Prakash cowering, Prem shaking with fury.
His face hardened.
In 10 minutes, 3–4 rough-looking men arrived — quietly, no questions.
Pratap nodded to them. “Handle this.”
To Prem, voice low: “Move from this place today. I’ll get you a new apartment by tomorrow. Stay at my house a few days till it’s ready. There are people — families — waiting for him. His past wrongs. I’ll hand him over.”
Prakash whimpered as the men grabbed him.
Pratap left with them.
Prem returned to the bedroom, door locked behind him.
Nivi still unconscious, sheet clutched around her.
He sat on the bed, tears falling freely now.
“I should have listened to the doubts. Pratap warned me. I trusted him. Let him near you. It’s my fault.”
He lay beside her, kissed her forehead gently, repeatedly.
“Wake up, Nivi… please. I’m sorry.”
Kissed again, whispering love, guilt choking him.
Nivi stirred slowly. Eyes fluttered open. Confusion first.
Then she looked down — sheet loose, bra askew, breasts exposed, panty half down, body feeling… used.
Panic surged.
“What… what happened? Why am I like this?”
Prem’s mind raced.
One Aaravind was enough. Rakesh last week. No more scars. No more nightmares for her.
He forced a playful smile, winked through tears. “You looked so sexy sleeping… I couldn’t resist tasting you in secret.”
Nivi stared, unsure, cheeks flushing.
Her body felt strange — nipples sore, wetness between thighs.
But Prem?
He pulled her close gently. “You slept so deeply on the sofa. Fainted or something. What happened?”
She frowned, piecing it. “Prakash came… offered juice, tablet for headache. I didn’t take it, but I felt dizzy anyway.”
Prem nodded, hiding everything. “He called me — said you fainted, carried you to bed. Then emergency work, so I came early. Sent him off. We’re moving — better place. Pratap’s arranging.”
Nivi touched her breast absently — wet, sensitive.
Mocked lightly, voice shaky: “You show anger all week on my face… but lick my breasts in secret?”
He smiled, eyes wet. “Couldn’t stay mad forever.”
She laughed weakly, but doubt flickered — something felt off.
But she pushed it down. Prem. Her husband. Safe.
At the hospital later — checkup for the faint.
Doctor examined, asked routine questions.
“Skipped periods lately?” Nivi paused. Realized — weeks late.
Urine test.
30 minutes later.
“Congratulations. You’re pregnant. The faint is common early on — low blood pressure, exhaustion.”
The turmoil of the day — horror, guilt, rage — vanished in a moment.
Prem held her hand tight, tears now of pure joy.
Nivi smiled through shock, hand on her belly.
He resolute inside. No more trusting strangers. No more dependence.
He’d build his empire — like Nivi’s father once had.
Secure. Safe. For his family...
Never again would doubt — or men — threaten what was his.
Prakash felt something odd — a faint creak from the living room, like the front door opening.
He froze, cock still pressed against Nivi’s panty, tip teasing her entrance, fingers hooked in the waistband ready to pull it down.
The bedroom door swung wide open.
Prem stood there, briefcase in hand, face draining of color, eyes wide with raw shock.
Prakash nude, straddling her.
Nivi almost nude — bra cups tugged down, one breasts exposed, nipples wet from his mouth. Petticoat gone, panty halfway down her thighs, Prakash’s hand holding it.
Prem’s world shattered in an instant.
“Bastard!”
He dropped the briefcase, lunged forward, kicking Prakash hard in the ribs.
Prakash tumbled off the bed, hitting the floor with a thud, cock still hard, panic flooding his face.
“Sorry! Sorry! I got carried away!” he stammered, scrambling back, hands up.
Prem grabbed him by the throat, slamming him against the wall, fist raised.
“What did you do to her??
Prakash gasped, voice high.
“Nothing! I swear! She fainted — I carried her here to help. Clothes slipped while checking if she was breathing… I… I lost control. But I didn’t penetrate! I didn’t do anything irreversible!”
Prem looked at Nivi — unconscious on the bed, sheet half off, body exposed, fair skin marked with faint red from his kisses.
Rage and guilt crashed over him like a wave.
He threw the bedsheet over her fully, covering her protectively.
Prem’s voice shook with fury and betrayal. “Puzzled why I’m here early? I went with Pratap for the client meet… but he was suspicious about your sudden leave. He told me to check on Nivi. And I trusted you, Prakash. We trusted you. How could you do this to us?”
Prakash, still naked and trembling, backed against the wall. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. Let’s just… pretend nothing happened. Please.”
Prem’s eyes blazed. “Pretend? You know what she’s been through before. The scars from Aaravind. You know the kind of turmoil that would destroy her if she found out.”
Prakash, still pinned against the wall, gasped for air. “I know… she told me about Aaravind…”
Prem’s fist connected hard with Prakash’s face — a sickening crack, blood from his lip.
“Then you should have protected her!” Prem roared, voice breaking. “Or at least walked away! Why the hell did you think you could do the same thing again?”
Prakash slumped, whimpering.
Prem released him, breathing heavy. “Anyway… thanks to you. If you hadn’t told the receptionist about your leave, Pratap wouldn’t have suspected. He alarmed me — told me to rush home and check on Nivi.”
He stepped back, eyes cold.
“That man has exprience… with men like you.”
Pratap arrived minutes later — Prem had called him in blind panic on the drive home, voice breaking:
“Come now. Prakash… something’s wrong.”
Pratap took one look at Prakash cowering, Prem shaking with fury.
His face hardened.
In 10 minutes, 3–4 rough-looking men arrived — quietly, no questions.
Pratap nodded to them. “Handle this.”
To Prem, voice low: “Move from this place today. I’ll get you a new apartment by tomorrow. Stay at my house a few days till it’s ready. There are people — families — waiting for him. His past wrongs. I’ll hand him over.”
Prakash whimpered as the men grabbed him.
Pratap left with them.
Prem returned to the bedroom, door locked behind him.
Nivi still unconscious, sheet clutched around her.
He sat on the bed, tears falling freely now.
“I should have listened to the doubts. Pratap warned me. I trusted him. Let him near you. It’s my fault.”
He lay beside her, kissed her forehead gently, repeatedly.
“Wake up, Nivi… please. I’m sorry.”
Kissed again, whispering love, guilt choking him.
Nivi stirred slowly. Eyes fluttered open. Confusion first.
Then she looked down — sheet loose, bra askew, breasts exposed, panty half down, body feeling… used.
Panic surged.
“What… what happened? Why am I like this?”
Prem’s mind raced.
One Aaravind was enough. Rakesh last week. No more scars. No more nightmares for her.
He forced a playful smile, winked through tears. “You looked so sexy sleeping… I couldn’t resist tasting you in secret.”
Nivi stared, unsure, cheeks flushing.
Her body felt strange — nipples sore, wetness between thighs.
But Prem?
He pulled her close gently. “You slept so deeply on the sofa. Fainted or something. What happened?”
She frowned, piecing it. “Prakash came… offered juice, tablet for headache. I didn’t take it, but I felt dizzy anyway.”
Prem nodded, hiding everything. “He called me — said you fainted, carried you to bed. Then emergency work, so I came early. Sent him off. We’re moving — better place. Pratap’s arranging.”
Nivi touched her breast absently — wet, sensitive.
Mocked lightly, voice shaky: “You show anger all week on my face… but lick my breasts in secret?”
He smiled, eyes wet. “Couldn’t stay mad forever.”
She laughed weakly, but doubt flickered — something felt off.
But she pushed it down. Prem. Her husband. Safe.
At the hospital later — checkup for the faint.
Doctor examined, asked routine questions.
“Skipped periods lately?” Nivi paused. Realized — weeks late.
Urine test.
30 minutes later.
“Congratulations. You’re pregnant. The faint is common early on — low blood pressure, exhaustion.”
The turmoil of the day — horror, guilt, rage — vanished in a moment.
Prem held her hand tight, tears now of pure joy.
Nivi smiled through shock, hand on her belly.
He resolute inside. No more trusting strangers. No more dependence.
He’d build his empire — like Nivi’s father once had.
Secure. Safe. For his family...
Never again would doubt — or men — threaten what was his.
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