01-01-2026, 03:28 PM
Before Bharath could even entertain the thought that she might have slipped away, Geeta wrapped her arms around him from behind. Her warm body pressed against his back as she leaned in, teeth gently catching his earlobe.
“Would I ever say no… if my puppy asks?” she whispered, voice low and teasing.
Bharath smiled, caught her hands where they rested on his stomach, and twisted slightly to look back at her. Their eyes met.
“What were you saying earlier?” he asked softly.
Geeta’s lips curved. “I was angry at first… but then it felt good.”
In one smooth motion he drew her forward, laid her down on the bed, and climbed over her. His lips found the delicate skin of her neck.
“Mmm… you got angry because I told them, didn’t you?” he murmured against her pulse.
“You told them even though we agreed—no one should know about us.”
“I couldn’t help it… Chandu asked, and the words just came out. But no one else knows, right?”
Geeta’s hand slid down, fingers curling around his still-hard length, guiding it with practiced ease. She spoke against his shoulder.
“For him it goes soft the moment it’s over once. Yours… stays ready for so long. He’s always in such a hurry.”
Bharath gave a small, self-conscious laugh. “In most stories the hero is just a machine—people don’t bother with the logic. But this is one of haran000’s stories… Here there’s logic. I play badminton seriously. At the institute they drilled strength training and breathing control into us. If you learn to control your breath, keep calm, not get overly excited too soon—”
Geeta cut him off, sealing his mouth with a deep, hungry kiss.
“I don’t need your lecture,” she breathed when they parted. “Just get me back in the mood… and fuck me again.”
Bharath pulled back a little, sheepish. “Miss… I need some water. Could you bring some?”
“Okay, wait.”
The moment Geeta stepped out of the room, Bharath leaned back against the headboard, grabbed his phone, and quickly opened Chandana’s chat.
**Bharath:** Hey sorry, didn’t see your message earlier
**Chandu:** It’s okay, we were the ones who disturbed you.(shy emoji)
**Bharath:** Hmm… did you see what you asked for?
**Chandu:** Miss is enjoying it a lot. I don’t have that luck.
**Bharath:** Stay like a kid, little girl
**Chandu:** Aha… but you come to my sister’s room. Do you love me or her? Angry emoji
**Bharath:** Love for you, lust for her
**Chandu:** shy emoji
**Bharath:** Why did you call her ‘cheating wife’ in the middle of it?
**Chandu:** It just slipped out in the flow… Did Miss get angry?
**Bharath:** She didn’t say anything
**Chandu:** Okay… bye
**Bharath:** Yeah… bye
The door opened again. Geeta walked in holding a chilled water bottle. Bharath took it, drank a few swallows, set it on the side table, and tugged her hand.
She tumbled laughing into his lap.
He kissed her temple, brushed the stray strands of hair from her face.
“Did Sir ask anything?” he asked quietly.
Geeta settled comfortably, legs dbangd across his thighs, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his chin.
“No. He’s still outside—on a call.”
Bharath sighed. “Miss… I’m feeling sleepy.”
Geeta laughed, eyes sparkling. “Abba… are you really sleepy already?”
“Might be the flight. I’m feeling it now.”
“You were perfectly fine until a few minutes ago.”
“Miss… you’ll stay with me all night, right?”
“Mm. I will.”
“I want to sleep with you.”
“Hey puppy… already calling it a night?” she teased.
Instead of answering, he gently leaned her backward, slid down a little, and buried his face between her breasts. The familiar jasmine scent of her skin filled his lungs. His beard scbangd lightly against the soft flesh, drawing a long, involuntary shiver from her.
“Miss… put your leg over me.”
Geeta immediately hooked her left leg across his hip and pulled him closer. His still-warm erection nestled between her thighs as his arm circled her waist, holding her tight.
“Miss, you said your back was hurting earlier… is it better now?”
The question hung between innocence and mischief. Geeta couldn’t quite tell which.
“It’s nothing, really,” she murmured.
“Does it hurt when we do the… fucking?”
She laughed softly to herself. “I just said it casually…”
“Miss, you know I won’t force you if you don’t want to, right?”
“Then why did you grab my hair and push it into my mouth earlier?”
Bharath lifted his head, looking straight into her eyes.
“I won’t do it again.”
Geeta bit her lower lip, suddenly shy. “It’s… hard to take the whole thing, you know.”
“Mm. I just… felt like putting it there.”
“I understand. But instead of my mouth… you can do it down there.”
He shifted upward and kissed the tip of her nose.
“How is it when I lick you?”
She lowered her lashes. “In the beginning, when you first said you’d do it, I thought it was gross… Now I like it. A lot.”
“Just like how it feels for you… it feels the same for me when you suck.”
His thumb traced the fullness of her lower lip.
“I told you—every single day in class, I used to stare at these lips and imagine exactly that.”
Geeta’s cheeks warmed. “Do you know how embarrassing it felt? I kept thinking, ‘I’m your teacher… what kind of filthy thoughts are these while I’m teaching?’”
He pinched the soft fold of her waist and kissed her cheek.
“Miss, honestly… I imagined so many things. I always wanted to be the ‘good student.’ But after coming to your house for tuition and seeing this waist… I got completely spoilt.”
“What else…?” she asked, blushing, secretly pleased.
“That day you took off your dupatta on purpose, didn’t you?”
“No.”
He pinched again.
“Ah… ouch!”
“Truth.”
“…Mm. Yes.”
“Why didn’t you scold me during hide-and-seek?”
“You never listened. Do you know how strange and new it felt for me?”
“But why didn’t you scold me?”
“Because… I liked everything you did. Even when you kissed me, I felt like I was doing something terribly wrong… but I like you. Saying it like this is wrong, but…!”
“Say it like what?”
Geeta cupped his cheek, eyes searching his. “Do you think one person can love two people?”
Bharath hesitated. “I don’t know… I like both you and Chandana.”
“Is it only ‘like’ for me?”
“No… I like you a lot. A lot. More than Chandu.”
“Then will you leave Chandu?”
The question hung heavy. He couldn’t answer right away.
Geeta pressed on quietly. “If Chandu tells you to leave me… will you leave me?”
Bharath stared at the ceiling for a long moment before speaking, voice low.
“Miss… we can’t be together forever, can we…?”
The words stung. When he looked at her again, she turned her face away completely.
He kissed the shell of her ear. “Miss, I love you enough that I want to marry you… but we can’t.”
“Mm.”
“I should have been born twelve years earlier. Then I could have met you properly.”
Geeta whipped back around and pressed her palm over his mouth.
“Enough,” she whispered, voice cracking just a little. “Leave this subject.”
Bharath leaned in and kissed her lips with slow, reverent tenderness.
“Even if we never get married,” he murmured against her mouth, “so what? Right now, I’m your second husband, Geeta. I won’t sleep tonight without fucking your pussy.”
Geeta burst into laughter, half-embarrassed, half-scandalized. “You crazy boy—chi! This is exactly why I said I don’t want these crude words.”
“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined our wedding night?” he asked, voice dropping lower. “You in that heavy wedding saree… the moment you step into the bedroom after the rituals…”
Geeta quickly pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t. I’ll blush to death.”
He kissed the pad of her finger instead, and when she turned her face away in mock protest, he continued anyway.
“Listen, I’ll tell you.”
“Mm…” She bit her lower lip, cheeks already warming.
Bharath brushed the loose strands of hair from her face, then stroked her cheek with the side of his thumb.
“First, I’ll praise you for a long time.”
“As what?” she asked, curious despite herself.
He paused, thinking for three deliberate seconds, then began in a soft, almost musical cadence:
“You are the moon that slipped down from the clouds just for me.
You are the moonlight that filled my empty evenings with our friendship.
You are the parrot who gave stolen kisses in playful mischief.
You are the cuckoo who shaped me with every lesson you taught.”
Geeta’s hand flew to cover his mouth again, stopping the flow of words.
We might lose our first love, but the heart keeps searching for that same love, doesn’t it?
Perhaps, in this stolen moment, Geeta was searching for it once more—through Bharath.
“Enough,” she whispered.
“Was it good?” he asked, eyes hopeful.
“Mm.”
“After that… a kiss.”
“Mm.”
“Not just ‘mm’—give me a real kiss.”
She leaned forward and kissed him properly, soft and lingering.
Bharath lifted his head and pressed his lips to the delicate shell of her ear.
“First, I’ll take off your earrings… and kiss your ears like this.”
“Mm…”
“Then your face.”
He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, the curve of her cheek. Geeta’s smile was small and private.
“Then?” she prompted.
“You’ll feel shy.”
She giggled.
“Then I’ll lift your face… and look straight into your eyes.”
As he spoke, he gently tilted her chin with one finger until their gazes locked—raw desire shimmering between them. Their lips met again, deeper this time.
While they kissed, he eased her onto her back, climbing over her once more. His mouth moved to her neck.
“Mmm…”
“Ah…”
“I’ll take off every piece of jewelry on your neck,” he continued, voice husky, “and give a kiss for each one. Mmm… mmm… mmm…”
Each soft sound was punctuated by a warm, deliberate kiss along the column of her throat.
His right hand slid to her waist, fingers pressing into the soft fold just above her hip.
“Mmm…!”
“Then the saree pallu gets in the way. I’ll push it aside.”
“There’s a pin,” she reminded him breathlessly.
“I don’t care if the blouse tears. I’ll rip it open… and bury my face between your breasts.”
True to the fantasy, he pressed his face into her cleavage and kissed the warm skin there.
“Sss…!”
“I’ll slide your bra down… and kiss the little mole beside your nipple.”
He squeezed one breast gently, then found the tiny mark and licked it slowly. Pleasure arrowed through Geeta’s body; she moaned aloud, “Ah…!”
“Mmm… mmm… mmm…”
“Mm… what else?” she asked, voice trembling.
“I’ll unhook the bra…”
Even as he spoke, he drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked, slow and deep.
“Ah…!”
Geeta’s eyes fluttered shut. Her fingers threaded into his hair, clutching tight.
He released her breast and trailed kisses lower, down the soft plane of her stomach.
“I’ll kiss your waist… but your navel stays hidden. You always tie the saree right over it.”
Geeta smiled up at him, eyes dancing. “No… for you, I’ll tie it below the navel.”
“Then it’s perfect.”
He lowered his head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her navel, fingers squeezing the flesh on either side of her waist.
“Mm…!” She writhed beneath him, caught between ticklish delight and rising heat.
“I’ll pull the pallu and unwrap the saree completely.”
“Hmm…”
“And I’ll take off my pancha and throw it away too,” he added, rising to his knees with a wicked grin.
Geeta’s cheeks bloomed the color of fresh henna. She covered her face with both hands, suddenly shy.
“Chi… so fast?”
“Haha, Miss… now you’ll turn away, feeling all bashful.”
Still laughing softly, she sat up and turned her back to him, offering the smooth, elegant line of her spine.
Bharath moved in close behind her, chest brushing her shoulders. He kissed the nape of her neck, then leaned forward to whisper in her ear.
“Then I’ll kiss this mole.”
“Mm…” Her voice was barely audible.
He bent and found the small, dark mole on her right shoulder blade. He kissed it gently, then gave the surrounding skin a soft nip.
“Mm… no…” Geeta arched instinctively, a shiver running through her entire body.
“Would I ever say no… if my puppy asks?” she whispered, voice low and teasing.
Bharath smiled, caught her hands where they rested on his stomach, and twisted slightly to look back at her. Their eyes met.
“What were you saying earlier?” he asked softly.
Geeta’s lips curved. “I was angry at first… but then it felt good.”
In one smooth motion he drew her forward, laid her down on the bed, and climbed over her. His lips found the delicate skin of her neck.
“Mmm… you got angry because I told them, didn’t you?” he murmured against her pulse.
“You told them even though we agreed—no one should know about us.”
“I couldn’t help it… Chandu asked, and the words just came out. But no one else knows, right?”
Geeta’s hand slid down, fingers curling around his still-hard length, guiding it with practiced ease. She spoke against his shoulder.
“For him it goes soft the moment it’s over once. Yours… stays ready for so long. He’s always in such a hurry.”
Bharath gave a small, self-conscious laugh. “In most stories the hero is just a machine—people don’t bother with the logic. But this is one of haran000’s stories… Here there’s logic. I play badminton seriously. At the institute they drilled strength training and breathing control into us. If you learn to control your breath, keep calm, not get overly excited too soon—”
Geeta cut him off, sealing his mouth with a deep, hungry kiss.
“I don’t need your lecture,” she breathed when they parted. “Just get me back in the mood… and fuck me again.”
Bharath pulled back a little, sheepish. “Miss… I need some water. Could you bring some?”
“Okay, wait.”
The moment Geeta stepped out of the room, Bharath leaned back against the headboard, grabbed his phone, and quickly opened Chandana’s chat.
**Bharath:** Hey sorry, didn’t see your message earlier
**Chandu:** It’s okay, we were the ones who disturbed you.(shy emoji)
**Bharath:** Hmm… did you see what you asked for?
**Chandu:** Miss is enjoying it a lot. I don’t have that luck.
**Bharath:** Stay like a kid, little girl
**Chandu:** Aha… but you come to my sister’s room. Do you love me or her? Angry emoji
**Bharath:** Love for you, lust for her
**Chandu:** shy emoji
**Bharath:** Why did you call her ‘cheating wife’ in the middle of it?
**Chandu:** It just slipped out in the flow… Did Miss get angry?
**Bharath:** She didn’t say anything
**Chandu:** Okay… bye
**Bharath:** Yeah… bye
The door opened again. Geeta walked in holding a chilled water bottle. Bharath took it, drank a few swallows, set it on the side table, and tugged her hand.
She tumbled laughing into his lap.
He kissed her temple, brushed the stray strands of hair from her face.
“Did Sir ask anything?” he asked quietly.
Geeta settled comfortably, legs dbangd across his thighs, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his chin.
“No. He’s still outside—on a call.”
Bharath sighed. “Miss… I’m feeling sleepy.”
Geeta laughed, eyes sparkling. “Abba… are you really sleepy already?”
“Might be the flight. I’m feeling it now.”
“You were perfectly fine until a few minutes ago.”
“Miss… you’ll stay with me all night, right?”
“Mm. I will.”
“I want to sleep with you.”
“Hey puppy… already calling it a night?” she teased.
Instead of answering, he gently leaned her backward, slid down a little, and buried his face between her breasts. The familiar jasmine scent of her skin filled his lungs. His beard scbangd lightly against the soft flesh, drawing a long, involuntary shiver from her.
“Miss… put your leg over me.”
Geeta immediately hooked her left leg across his hip and pulled him closer. His still-warm erection nestled between her thighs as his arm circled her waist, holding her tight.
“Miss, you said your back was hurting earlier… is it better now?”
The question hung between innocence and mischief. Geeta couldn’t quite tell which.
“It’s nothing, really,” she murmured.
“Does it hurt when we do the… fucking?”
She laughed softly to herself. “I just said it casually…”
“Miss, you know I won’t force you if you don’t want to, right?”
“Then why did you grab my hair and push it into my mouth earlier?”
Bharath lifted his head, looking straight into her eyes.
“I won’t do it again.”
Geeta bit her lower lip, suddenly shy. “It’s… hard to take the whole thing, you know.”
“Mm. I just… felt like putting it there.”
“I understand. But instead of my mouth… you can do it down there.”
He shifted upward and kissed the tip of her nose.
“How is it when I lick you?”
She lowered her lashes. “In the beginning, when you first said you’d do it, I thought it was gross… Now I like it. A lot.”
“Just like how it feels for you… it feels the same for me when you suck.”
His thumb traced the fullness of her lower lip.
“I told you—every single day in class, I used to stare at these lips and imagine exactly that.”
Geeta’s cheeks warmed. “Do you know how embarrassing it felt? I kept thinking, ‘I’m your teacher… what kind of filthy thoughts are these while I’m teaching?’”
He pinched the soft fold of her waist and kissed her cheek.
“Miss, honestly… I imagined so many things. I always wanted to be the ‘good student.’ But after coming to your house for tuition and seeing this waist… I got completely spoilt.”
“What else…?” she asked, blushing, secretly pleased.
“That day you took off your dupatta on purpose, didn’t you?”
“No.”
He pinched again.
“Ah… ouch!”
“Truth.”
“…Mm. Yes.”
“Why didn’t you scold me during hide-and-seek?”
“You never listened. Do you know how strange and new it felt for me?”
“But why didn’t you scold me?”
“Because… I liked everything you did. Even when you kissed me, I felt like I was doing something terribly wrong… but I like you. Saying it like this is wrong, but…!”
“Say it like what?”
Geeta cupped his cheek, eyes searching his. “Do you think one person can love two people?”
Bharath hesitated. “I don’t know… I like both you and Chandana.”
“Is it only ‘like’ for me?”
“No… I like you a lot. A lot. More than Chandu.”
“Then will you leave Chandu?”
The question hung heavy. He couldn’t answer right away.
Geeta pressed on quietly. “If Chandu tells you to leave me… will you leave me?”
Bharath stared at the ceiling for a long moment before speaking, voice low.
“Miss… we can’t be together forever, can we…?”
The words stung. When he looked at her again, she turned her face away completely.
He kissed the shell of her ear. “Miss, I love you enough that I want to marry you… but we can’t.”
“Mm.”
“I should have been born twelve years earlier. Then I could have met you properly.”
Geeta whipped back around and pressed her palm over his mouth.
“Enough,” she whispered, voice cracking just a little. “Leave this subject.”
Bharath leaned in and kissed her lips with slow, reverent tenderness.
“Even if we never get married,” he murmured against her mouth, “so what? Right now, I’m your second husband, Geeta. I won’t sleep tonight without fucking your pussy.”
Geeta burst into laughter, half-embarrassed, half-scandalized. “You crazy boy—chi! This is exactly why I said I don’t want these crude words.”
“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined our wedding night?” he asked, voice dropping lower. “You in that heavy wedding saree… the moment you step into the bedroom after the rituals…”
Geeta quickly pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t. I’ll blush to death.”
He kissed the pad of her finger instead, and when she turned her face away in mock protest, he continued anyway.
“Listen, I’ll tell you.”
“Mm…” She bit her lower lip, cheeks already warming.
Bharath brushed the loose strands of hair from her face, then stroked her cheek with the side of his thumb.
“First, I’ll praise you for a long time.”
“As what?” she asked, curious despite herself.
He paused, thinking for three deliberate seconds, then began in a soft, almost musical cadence:
“You are the moon that slipped down from the clouds just for me.
You are the moonlight that filled my empty evenings with our friendship.
You are the parrot who gave stolen kisses in playful mischief.
You are the cuckoo who shaped me with every lesson you taught.”
Geeta’s hand flew to cover his mouth again, stopping the flow of words.
We might lose our first love, but the heart keeps searching for that same love, doesn’t it?
Perhaps, in this stolen moment, Geeta was searching for it once more—through Bharath.
“Enough,” she whispered.
“Was it good?” he asked, eyes hopeful.
“Mm.”
“After that… a kiss.”
“Mm.”
“Not just ‘mm’—give me a real kiss.”
She leaned forward and kissed him properly, soft and lingering.
Bharath lifted his head and pressed his lips to the delicate shell of her ear.
“First, I’ll take off your earrings… and kiss your ears like this.”
“Mm…”
“Then your face.”
He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, the curve of her cheek. Geeta’s smile was small and private.
“Then?” she prompted.
“You’ll feel shy.”
She giggled.
“Then I’ll lift your face… and look straight into your eyes.”
As he spoke, he gently tilted her chin with one finger until their gazes locked—raw desire shimmering between them. Their lips met again, deeper this time.
While they kissed, he eased her onto her back, climbing over her once more. His mouth moved to her neck.
“Mmm…”
“Ah…”
“I’ll take off every piece of jewelry on your neck,” he continued, voice husky, “and give a kiss for each one. Mmm… mmm… mmm…”
Each soft sound was punctuated by a warm, deliberate kiss along the column of her throat.
His right hand slid to her waist, fingers pressing into the soft fold just above her hip.
“Mmm…!”
“Then the saree pallu gets in the way. I’ll push it aside.”
“There’s a pin,” she reminded him breathlessly.
“I don’t care if the blouse tears. I’ll rip it open… and bury my face between your breasts.”
True to the fantasy, he pressed his face into her cleavage and kissed the warm skin there.
“Sss…!”
“I’ll slide your bra down… and kiss the little mole beside your nipple.”
He squeezed one breast gently, then found the tiny mark and licked it slowly. Pleasure arrowed through Geeta’s body; she moaned aloud, “Ah…!”
“Mmm… mmm… mmm…”
“Mm… what else?” she asked, voice trembling.
“I’ll unhook the bra…”
Even as he spoke, he drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked, slow and deep.
“Ah…!”
Geeta’s eyes fluttered shut. Her fingers threaded into his hair, clutching tight.
He released her breast and trailed kisses lower, down the soft plane of her stomach.
“I’ll kiss your waist… but your navel stays hidden. You always tie the saree right over it.”
Geeta smiled up at him, eyes dancing. “No… for you, I’ll tie it below the navel.”
“Then it’s perfect.”
He lowered his head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her navel, fingers squeezing the flesh on either side of her waist.
“Mm…!” She writhed beneath him, caught between ticklish delight and rising heat.
“I’ll pull the pallu and unwrap the saree completely.”
“Hmm…”
“And I’ll take off my pancha and throw it away too,” he added, rising to his knees with a wicked grin.
Geeta’s cheeks bloomed the color of fresh henna. She covered her face with both hands, suddenly shy.
“Chi… so fast?”
“Haha, Miss… now you’ll turn away, feeling all bashful.”
Still laughing softly, she sat up and turned her back to him, offering the smooth, elegant line of her spine.
Bharath moved in close behind her, chest brushing her shoulders. He kissed the nape of her neck, then leaned forward to whisper in her ear.
“Then I’ll kiss this mole.”
“Mm…” Her voice was barely audible.
He bent and found the small, dark mole on her right shoulder blade. He kissed it gently, then gave the surrounding skin a soft nip.
“Mm… no…” Geeta arched instinctively, a shiver running through her entire body.
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