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Chapter 71 – The Morning After & The Brutal Dawn
Morning in Cochin – Prem’s Hotel Room
Sunrise poked through the thin hotel curtains — pale gold rays slicing across the room, warming the rumpled bedsheet where Prem lay awake.
He hadn’t slept much.
The laptop on the nightstand glowed faintly — Vikram’s files still open: hospital records, old messages, the basketball photo, Kanmani’s story, Aashika’s broken leg.
Proof.
Enough to ruin them.
But not enough to save Nivi — not yet.
He reached for his phone — thumb hovering over Nivi’s name.
He wanted to call. To hear her voice. To ask if she was okay. To warn her.
But he stopped.
Fingers traced her name on the screen — slow, almost reverent.
He whispered to the empty room — voice cracking just a little:
“Nivi… don’t succumb to them. I don’t know what stage you’re in right now. If you’re still just in the friend zone with them… you’re recoverable. If not… I’m not sure how we’ll be able to continue. Please… stay pure for me.”
He locked the phone.
Set it face-down.
Moments later — he decided.
He would tell Nitin everything.
Calmly. Fully.
Warn him about Vani.
They would protect their families — together.
[b]Cut to the Villa – Morning[/b]
Sun rays poked through the glass wall of the rooftop bedroom — warm, insistent, painting golden stripes across Nivi’s naked body.
She snored softly — like a donkey, deep and exhausted — the last night’s double pleasure had taken a brutal toll.
Her body ached — thighs bruised, core tender, ass still throbbing from Aadhil’s relentless length and Rohan’s thick girth stretching her simultaneously.
Dry semen crusted on her inner thighs, between her breasts, faint streaks on her stomach.
She woke slowly — eyes fluttering open once, twice, thrice.
Looked around.
No one.
Bed empty on both sides.
She touched herself — fingers brushing her swollen pussy, feeling the sticky residue.
A faint smile curved her lips — small, secret, almost guilty.
She stood — legs shaky — walked naked to the glass wall.
Outside — the rooftop pool deck.
Rohan and Aadhil in the water — nude, bodies glistening, talking low.
Rohan saw her — waved hi, easy smile.
Aadhil looked somewhere else — jaw set, eyes distant.
Nivi kinda liked that attitude — the silent, brooding intensity.
She waved back — small, shy — then turned to the bathroom.
Hot shower — steam rising, water pounding her skin.
She washed it all away — dry semen flaking off under soap, bruises blooming purple on her hips, neck, inner thighs.
Twenty minutes later — she joined them.
Wrapped a towel around her body — sat on a sunbath chair.
Rohan — floating — “Feeling tired?”
Nivi — faint smile — “A little… but thanks. I slept well.”
She looked at Aadhil — who still didn’t speak.
Why did he seem like a silent spectator?
She dragged him — playful — “Aadhil… you’re quiet.”
Aadhil turned — eyes dark, intense.
“I’m disappointed last night.”
Nivi — curious — “Why?”
“You slept early… just after DP. I didn’t get a chance to enter your vagina.”
Nivi laughed — surprised, a little breathless.
“Do you think I’ll ask for it?”
Aadhil stood from the pool — water cascading off his body, cock already thickening.
He walked toward her — slow, deliberate.
“You very well know I won’t ask for permission, right?”
Nivi’s face turned quizzical — pulse jumping.
Aadhil stopped in front of her chair — dripping, hard.
“Today… Nivi will see all my potentials.”
Aadhil lifted her from the chair — easy, strong — carried her back into the bedroom.
Rohan — still in the pool — watched through the glass wall.
He saw Nivi laughing — curiously, nervously — making a small, token attempt to block him.
He sensed it immediately.
Nivi was already smitten by him.
She was just namesakely denying.
Aadhil threw her on the bed.
From the pool — the glass gave him a perfect view. View is from Bedroom.. Rohan can watch them from pool..
![[Image: image.jpg]](https://i.ibb.co/Mk0jhjR9/image.jpg)
THIS IS HOW THE villa looks like in roof, where pool view bedroom is located
She bounced — like a ball hitting a wall — laughing again.
Aadhil removed his boxer brief in one go — cock springing free, thick and long, already leaking.
He plucked the towel away — she was nude underneath.
He didn’t ask.
He spread her legs — wide — knees pinned open by his thighs.
One brutal, unbroken thrust — he buried himself balls-deep in a single violent stroke.
![[Image: homemade-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/91729/homemade-scaled.webp)
actually this is the view Rohan could get from inside the Pool
![[Image: homemade-amateur-sex-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/21565/homemade-amateur-sex-scaled.webp)
Nivi cried out — “Aadhil—!” — sharp, involuntary,
back arching hard off the mattress before collapsing back.
He growled low — “You know my way is always brutal.
I won’t ask. I just need you.”
No pause. No gentleness.
He started thrusting — heavy, relentless,
hips slamming forward with machine-like force.
Each stroke bottomed out with a wet slap,
jolting her entire body.
Rohan was surprised by the intensity Aadhil is doing with her..
The Intensity! -->
![[Image: single-moms-theyre-my-favourite-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/120058/single-moms-theyre-my-favourite-scaled.webp)
Her breasts shook violently — nipples hard and dark,
bouncing wildly with every impact,
skin already flushing red from the friction.
Nivi’s hands flew to his shoulders — nails digging in deep, leaving angry red trails down his back. Not pushing away. Holding on. Anchoring herself against the onslaught.
Her mouth opened — silent gasps turning into soft, broken exhales.
Legs spread wider on their own — thighs trembling, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper without conscious thought.
Aadhil leaned down — mouth crashed over hers, hungry, devouring.
Tongue forcing its way in.
She opened instantly — met him, tongues tangling, her soft whimper lost inside the kiss.
He broke it. Teeth grazed her jaw.
20 Mins later...
He flipped her roughly onto her stomach — yanked her hips high, knees forced apart.
Entered her again from behind — deeper angle now, cock dragging along her front wall,
hitting that spot relentlessly.
![[Image: another-of-her-epic-orgasms-in-the-making-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/241891/another-of-her-epic-orgasms-in-the-making-scaled.webp)
Nivi’s face pressed into the pillow — fingers clawing sheets, knuckles white.
Back arched instinctively, ass lifting to meet each slam.
Muffled moans vibrated into the fabric — low, desperate, but never loud.
He fisted her hair — held her in place, controlling the arch.
Pounded harder — balls slapping her clit rhythmically, wet obscene sounds filling the room.
Her body betrayed her completely — walls fluttering, clenching sporadically around his thickness. More wetness coating him, dripping down her thighs. Hips began tiny, helpless rolls backward — chasing the depth, the brutality.
Aadhil felt every quiver.
Growled against her ear — “This cunt is already mine this morning.”
No answer from her. Just a sharp inhale through the pillow. Thighs shaking harder.
He reached under — rough fingers found her clit, rubbed fast, merciless circles while he kept slamming deep.
Nivi stiffened suddenly — breath caught — then shattered silently.
Walls clamped down hard, pulsing violently around him. Whole body quaked — thighs trembling, toes curling, a long muffled whimper swallowed by the pillow. Orgasm rolled through her in heavy waves, but she made almost no sound.
He didn’t stop.
Fucked her through the spasms — prolonging them until she was oversensitive, tiny jerks with every stroke.
Then shorter, vicious thrusts — hips grinding at the end of each one.
Low animal growl tore from him. He buried to the root — locked there, pulsing thick, hot ropes deep inside her.
Grinding slow circles to force every drop in, marking her completely.
Stayed buried a long moment — breathing ragged against her neck.
Slowly pulled out. Cum leaked from her swollen entrance immediately — thick, white, obscene.
He rolled her onto her back again — almost careful now. Looked down at her wrecked, flushed face.
A Solid Kiss now
![[Image: couple-making-out-in-bed-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/116722/couple-making-out-in-bed-scaled.webp)
The kiss had many meaning... especially from the eyes of Rohan...
it seemed like Nivi enjoying it with aadhil.. it seemed she is doing with a person whom she loves the most.
What is started as a soft kiss turned into more fierce
![[Image: kiss-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/33983/kiss-scaled.webp)
After 10 long minutes smooch and kiss..
Nivi’s eyes opened slowly — heavy, dazed. Lips parted. Cheeks burning.
A tiny, secret curve touched the corner of her mouth — barely there.
He turns to his back.. now Nivi on his chest playfully gives him a kiss mimic like this
![[Image: a-little-lick-and-a-kiss-scaled.webp]](https://cdn.xgifer.com/9898/a-little-lick-and-a-kiss-scaled.webp)
This is enough for Rohan to conclude Nivi is bitten heavily by Aadhil.
All it took for this is a single day Rohan smirked..
From the pool — Rohan saw everything.
Aadhil’s thick cock sliding in and out, glistening with her arousal.
Her lips stretched tight around him, clinging every time he pulled back.
The creamy ring at his base.
The way her body opened wider with every thrust — no resistance, just surrender.
For the first time — Rohan felt something inside him twist.
And the final Kiss Marathon.. Nivi had never done it to him...
Jealousy. Raw. Sharp.
He remembered how she used to melt under his gentle hands — soft sighs, whispered “thank you”s, curling into him like he was her safe place.
Last night she’d still held his hand during the DP — needed his eyes on hers for courage.
This morning she hadn’t glanced toward the glass once.
Hadn’t reached for him.
Her body had answered Aadhil’s force like it recognized something new — something she hadn’t known she craved until now.
Rohan’s throat tightened.
He felt her slipping — quietly, without a single word — toward the man who didn’t coax, didn’t wait, just claimed.
That was when his phone rang.
The informer.
“Rohan… Vikram is attacking your system. We have temporarily blocked it… but rush to Chennai and secure everything.”
Rohan looked at the glass wall — Aadhil and Nivi deep into the aftermath, her legs still parted, his hand resting possessively on her thigh.
Moans had faded. Only heavy breathing now.
The phone call shook his base.
He decided.
He would leave them alone for now.
Reach Chennai soon.
He climbed out of the pool — towel around waist.
Walked away — eyes still on the glass one last moment.
Nivi — lost in the afterglow — didn’t see him go.
The villa stayed silent.
Only the waves.
And the unraveling beginning.
Morning in Cochin – Prem’s Hotel Room
Sunrise poked through the thin hotel curtains — pale gold rays slicing across the room, warming the rumpled bedsheet where Prem lay awake.
He hadn’t slept much.
The laptop on the nightstand glowed faintly — Vikram’s files still open: hospital records, old messages, the basketball photo, Kanmani’s story, Aashika’s broken leg.
Proof.
Enough to ruin them.
But not enough to save Nivi — not yet.
He reached for his phone — thumb hovering over Nivi’s name.
He wanted to call. To hear her voice. To ask if she was okay. To warn her.
But he stopped.
Fingers traced her name on the screen — slow, almost reverent.
He whispered to the empty room — voice cracking just a little:
“Nivi… don’t succumb to them. I don’t know what stage you’re in right now. If you’re still just in the friend zone with them… you’re recoverable. If not… I’m not sure how we’ll be able to continue. Please… stay pure for me.”
He locked the phone.
Set it face-down.
Moments later — he decided.
He would tell Nitin everything.
Calmly. Fully.
Warn him about Vani.
They would protect their families — together.
[b]Cut to the Villa – Morning[/b]
Sun rays poked through the glass wall of the rooftop bedroom — warm, insistent, painting golden stripes across Nivi’s naked body.
She snored softly — like a donkey, deep and exhausted — the last night’s double pleasure had taken a brutal toll.
Her body ached — thighs bruised, core tender, ass still throbbing from Aadhil’s relentless length and Rohan’s thick girth stretching her simultaneously.
Dry semen crusted on her inner thighs, between her breasts, faint streaks on her stomach.
She woke slowly — eyes fluttering open once, twice, thrice.
Looked around.
No one.
Bed empty on both sides.
She touched herself — fingers brushing her swollen pussy, feeling the sticky residue.
A faint smile curved her lips — small, secret, almost guilty.
She stood — legs shaky — walked naked to the glass wall.
Outside — the rooftop pool deck.
Rohan and Aadhil in the water — nude, bodies glistening, talking low.
Rohan saw her — waved hi, easy smile.
Aadhil looked somewhere else — jaw set, eyes distant.
Nivi kinda liked that attitude — the silent, brooding intensity.
She waved back — small, shy — then turned to the bathroom.
Hot shower — steam rising, water pounding her skin.
She washed it all away — dry semen flaking off under soap, bruises blooming purple on her hips, neck, inner thighs.
Twenty minutes later — she joined them.
Wrapped a towel around her body — sat on a sunbath chair.
Rohan — floating — “Feeling tired?”
Nivi — faint smile — “A little… but thanks. I slept well.”
She looked at Aadhil — who still didn’t speak.
Why did he seem like a silent spectator?
She dragged him — playful — “Aadhil… you’re quiet.”
Aadhil turned — eyes dark, intense.
“I’m disappointed last night.”
Nivi — curious — “Why?”
“You slept early… just after DP. I didn’t get a chance to enter your vagina.”
Nivi laughed — surprised, a little breathless.
“Do you think I’ll ask for it?”
Aadhil stood from the pool — water cascading off his body, cock already thickening.
He walked toward her — slow, deliberate.
“You very well know I won’t ask for permission, right?”
Nivi’s face turned quizzical — pulse jumping.
Aadhil stopped in front of her chair — dripping, hard.
“Today… Nivi will see all my potentials.”
Aadhil lifted her from the chair — easy, strong — carried her back into the bedroom.
Rohan — still in the pool — watched through the glass wall.
He saw Nivi laughing — curiously, nervously — making a small, token attempt to block him.
He sensed it immediately.
Nivi was already smitten by him.
She was just namesakely denying.
Aadhil threw her on the bed.
From the pool — the glass gave him a perfect view. View is from Bedroom.. Rohan can watch them from pool..
THIS IS HOW THE villa looks like in roof, where pool view bedroom is located
She bounced — like a ball hitting a wall — laughing again.
Aadhil removed his boxer brief in one go — cock springing free, thick and long, already leaking.
He plucked the towel away — she was nude underneath.
He didn’t ask.
He spread her legs — wide — knees pinned open by his thighs.
One brutal, unbroken thrust — he buried himself balls-deep in a single violent stroke.
actually this is the view Rohan could get from inside the Pool
Nivi cried out — “Aadhil—!” — sharp, involuntary,
back arching hard off the mattress before collapsing back.
He growled low — “You know my way is always brutal.
I won’t ask. I just need you.”
No pause. No gentleness.
He started thrusting — heavy, relentless,
hips slamming forward with machine-like force.
Each stroke bottomed out with a wet slap,
jolting her entire body.
Rohan was surprised by the intensity Aadhil is doing with her..
The Intensity! -->
Her breasts shook violently — nipples hard and dark,
bouncing wildly with every impact,
skin already flushing red from the friction.
Nivi’s hands flew to his shoulders — nails digging in deep, leaving angry red trails down his back. Not pushing away. Holding on. Anchoring herself against the onslaught.
Her mouth opened — silent gasps turning into soft, broken exhales.
Legs spread wider on their own — thighs trembling, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper without conscious thought.
Aadhil leaned down — mouth crashed over hers, hungry, devouring.
Tongue forcing its way in.
She opened instantly — met him, tongues tangling, her soft whimper lost inside the kiss.
He broke it. Teeth grazed her jaw.
20 Mins later...
He flipped her roughly onto her stomach — yanked her hips high, knees forced apart.
Entered her again from behind — deeper angle now, cock dragging along her front wall,
hitting that spot relentlessly.
Nivi’s face pressed into the pillow — fingers clawing sheets, knuckles white.
Back arched instinctively, ass lifting to meet each slam.
Muffled moans vibrated into the fabric — low, desperate, but never loud.
He fisted her hair — held her in place, controlling the arch.
Pounded harder — balls slapping her clit rhythmically, wet obscene sounds filling the room.
Her body betrayed her completely — walls fluttering, clenching sporadically around his thickness. More wetness coating him, dripping down her thighs. Hips began tiny, helpless rolls backward — chasing the depth, the brutality.
Aadhil felt every quiver.
Growled against her ear — “This cunt is already mine this morning.”
No answer from her. Just a sharp inhale through the pillow. Thighs shaking harder.
He reached under — rough fingers found her clit, rubbed fast, merciless circles while he kept slamming deep.
Nivi stiffened suddenly — breath caught — then shattered silently.
Walls clamped down hard, pulsing violently around him. Whole body quaked — thighs trembling, toes curling, a long muffled whimper swallowed by the pillow. Orgasm rolled through her in heavy waves, but she made almost no sound.
He didn’t stop.
Fucked her through the spasms — prolonging them until she was oversensitive, tiny jerks with every stroke.
Then shorter, vicious thrusts — hips grinding at the end of each one.
Low animal growl tore from him. He buried to the root — locked there, pulsing thick, hot ropes deep inside her.
Grinding slow circles to force every drop in, marking her completely.
Stayed buried a long moment — breathing ragged against her neck.
Slowly pulled out. Cum leaked from her swollen entrance immediately — thick, white, obscene.
He rolled her onto her back again — almost careful now. Looked down at her wrecked, flushed face.
A Solid Kiss now
The kiss had many meaning... especially from the eyes of Rohan...
it seemed like Nivi enjoying it with aadhil.. it seemed she is doing with a person whom she loves the most.
What is started as a soft kiss turned into more fierce
After 10 long minutes smooch and kiss..
Nivi’s eyes opened slowly — heavy, dazed. Lips parted. Cheeks burning.
A tiny, secret curve touched the corner of her mouth — barely there.
He turns to his back.. now Nivi on his chest playfully gives him a kiss mimic like this
This is enough for Rohan to conclude Nivi is bitten heavily by Aadhil.
All it took for this is a single day Rohan smirked..
From the pool — Rohan saw everything.
Aadhil’s thick cock sliding in and out, glistening with her arousal.
Her lips stretched tight around him, clinging every time he pulled back.
The creamy ring at his base.
The way her body opened wider with every thrust — no resistance, just surrender.
For the first time — Rohan felt something inside him twist.
And the final Kiss Marathon.. Nivi had never done it to him...
Jealousy. Raw. Sharp.
He remembered how she used to melt under his gentle hands — soft sighs, whispered “thank you”s, curling into him like he was her safe place.
Last night she’d still held his hand during the DP — needed his eyes on hers for courage.
This morning she hadn’t glanced toward the glass once.
Hadn’t reached for him.
Her body had answered Aadhil’s force like it recognized something new — something she hadn’t known she craved until now.
Rohan’s throat tightened.
He felt her slipping — quietly, without a single word — toward the man who didn’t coax, didn’t wait, just claimed.
That was when his phone rang.
The informer.
“Rohan… Vikram is attacking your system. We have temporarily blocked it… but rush to Chennai and secure everything.”
Rohan looked at the glass wall — Aadhil and Nivi deep into the aftermath, her legs still parted, his hand resting possessively on her thigh.
Moans had faded. Only heavy breathing now.
The phone call shook his base.
He decided.
He would leave them alone for now.
Reach Chennai soon.
He climbed out of the pool — towel around waist.
Walked away — eyes still on the glass one last moment.
Nivi — lost in the afterglow — didn’t see him go.
The villa stayed silent.
Only the waves.
And the unraveling beginning.
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