Misc. Erotica After the Ashes

[krish_999]

Chapter- seven

On Saturday, Anjali went to meet Vikram for lunch at a Dine-in restaurant. She chose a simple white midi dress with delicate embroidery, light and flowing against her skin, paired with a fitted denim jacket worn casually over it. Flat sandals and a medium-sized open-top bag, its handles hanging from her hand, completed the look - she had carefully chosen not to draw attention from Vikram. She reached the restaurant around noon, where Vikram was already waiting. They exchanged smiles and soon found themselves seated across from each other, sharing a quiet meal. Anjali found herself looking at his lips, thinking about the moment he had unexpectedly kissed her the other day. She felt uncomfortable during the early moments.
However, Vikram was charming in his conversations, polite in his gestures, slowly helping her come out of the memory.
After lunch, he surprised her by suggesting they watch a magic show nearby. He took her to the place in a hired car. Vikram had already booked a ticket.

The performance lasted almost an hour and a half, filled with wonder and lighthearted moments. They both laughed, clapped, and occasionally leaned in to whisper reactions, making the experience feel unusually intimate. At one particular moment, when the magician reappeared safely after a seemingly fatal challenge, Anjali grabbed Vikram's hand and shouted, "holy shit!" She quickly laughed at herself.
By the time it ended, Anjali felt at ease with Vikram.

Later, they moved to a coffee shop in the same complex. As they sipped their drinks, Vikram gently brought up a subject left hanging since their last meeting.

"I'm sorry for the other day," he said, sincerity softening his tone. "I shouldn’t have kissed you without asking."

Anjali was caught off guard by the apology, but it felt good to hear. It gave her a sense of control again.

"Thank you for saying that," she replied. "Because I've been feeling very bad about it."

The conversation soon drifted to their personal lives and ambitions. Vikram opened up about his business - how he built it from scratch without relying on his father’s legacy. Anjali listened with interest. His story sounded similar to Vinayak's. When he asked about her own career, Anjali mentioned how she had once tried to help Vinayak's company in Dubai after his death. “It didn’t work out... I was alone there,” she added. “But helping Madhav here was different. He supported me.”

Vikram leaned in slightly, his voice gentle. “You can take up a key role in my firm if you wish. Though, if you ask me honestly... I’d love for you to just be by my side - as my life partner.”

His words held both affection and a possessive pride that made Anjali feel desired and thus slightly uncomfortable. But she smiled and said, “I’ll work. It keeps me busy.”

He chuckled. “Then your ideas are welcome too. I’d value your perspective. The Anjali I know from the college was sharp - I'm sure you'll see what others miss.”
Anjali smiled as she remembered that it was a remark Madhav had told her a couple of times after joining his office.
As they finished their coffee, Vikram suggested they see another part of the building. Anjali agreed without much thought. The lift carried them to the top floor, opening into a lavish suite. For a moment, Anjali felt confused about how they ended up in such a place. Vikram hadn't taken her to the reception. Anjali realised it only when she walked into the private suite. It seemed spacious enough to accommodate a small crowd, the size of the room psychologically providing a sense of security. The suite had a low bed covered in white linen, a large two-seater sofa beside a glass-topped tea table, and a tall dressing mirror as the main set of furniture. Soft ambient lamps and thick curtains decorated the room, while a few neatly stacked magazines appeared to be designed to impress rather than invite.

Anjali noticed the bed at once. It seemed like a symbol of romantic invitation, a reminder that this evening is in fact a date, and she was there with a man who must have dreamt of mating with her on the same bed. The sight unsettled her, and she looked away immediately.

She chose the sofa, sitting down carefully.
"This is where I stay when I visit the city," Vikram said casually.
"You live well," Anjali replied.
"I love to live well," Vikram said and sat with her. And he slowly grabbed her hand. "Would joining a life like this trouble you?"

His sitting close and touching her made Anjali's body stiffen. But she didn't feel the urge to get up. She just looked away, her mind torn. Vikram wasn’t cruel. He wasn’t harsh like her father. But his insistence stirred something uncomfortable inside her - like she was being slowly moulded into a role she hadn’t chosen for herself.
"I should leave," she said, thinking of the quickest way to leave and head home.
"We will," Vikram leaned closer, and put his left hand behind her, casually touching her back. Her right hand remained in the grip of his right hand. "But before that, I want clarity." He added.
"Clarity?" Anjali looked at him.
“I’m not the kind of man who waits around, Anjali,” he said. “I don’t enjoy long misunderstandings or endless emotional stalking. I believe people know fairly quickly what they’re willing to step into.”
She didn't look away. “And you think a hotel room settles that?”
“No,” he said calmly. “A decision does.”
Anjali felt his left hand pressing behind her waist - though not pulling her closer, just present. Making the touch deliberate. She hated that her heart was beating faster. She wanted to stay calm, showing no nervousness.
"Do you think this is the right way to talk me into something?" Anjali didn't hide her disgust. "You can't impress any girl like this."
"I don't know how to impress a girl," Vikram admitted blankly. "The girl I proposed before this was you, years ago. After that, I've lived the life of a businessman. I'm no womaniser, and I'm not trying to be one. Look, Anjali, there's no secret between us. You already know that I love you, and I have expressed that already. I have the consent of your daddy. I'm not asking you to date me. That stage is over, and I also know that you're not expecting a date."
"But you are talking like I'm an object that's up for taking."
"Maybe I don't know how to communicate. But I intended to be honest."
"What do you think I do now? I just let you take my hand and lead me to that bed?"
"That's an exaggeration." He glanced at the bed as if wondering what was wrong with it.
"Then?"
“I don't know." He looked away from her and then back. "Maybe I will take a kiss.”
She stared at him. “You’re serious?” She couldn't believe he said that.
“Yes.”
“No,” she said at once and looked distantly to the other end of the room. “That’s not happening.”
“Then this ends here. I'll speak to your daddy.” Vikram said and took his hands off her.
“That’s not fair,” she said. “You bring me here and ask for something like this?”
“I didn’t force you to come,” he replied. “And I’m not forcing you now.”
She leaned backwards on the sofa, crossing her arms. “You think a kiss proves something?”
“It proves you’re at least willing to try,” he shrugged his shoulder as he said. “I don’t want promises. I don’t want explanations. Just clarity. Isn’t that what your daddy asked for? Just a chance?”
What my daddy asked for!
Her father's voice still echoed in her ears - 'If you refuse again, I’ll take you away from Madhav... I will make sure he is in no position to stop me. I will break him first.' She swallowed hard.

After a moment, she exhaled. “Okay,” she said. “Just to end this torture.”
Even as she said that, at the back of her mind, she was thinking if she could just get up and leave. But something inside her kept holding her back into inaction. A sense of helplessness was growing inside her. She knew she had no one to complain to.
"Well then... come..." Vikram invited her. He slowly grabbed back her hand, and she felt his other hand behind her waist again. Her heartbeats began to rise further.
But she gathered herself and leaned towards him. There was hesitation in her movement, but she managed to lean closer to brush her lips against his - featherlight contact, just enough to end the conversation.

But Vikram seized the moment. Before she could pull back, his left arm moved around her waist, and he placed his other behind her ear, and his mouth pressed firmly on hers, turning it into something longer, deeper. His lips moved hungrily, sucking her lips into his mouth, like he had been waiting for this permission.

Her body stiffened.
This wasn’t the kiss she gave - it was something he was taking.
Her chest tightened. A wave of resentment rose in her throat, not just for him, but for herself.
In that moment, it wasn’t Vikram she saw - it was a stranger trying to write himself into a chapter she had not agreed to start. Her mind flashed with the realisation: If I marry him, there will be more kisses like this. More touches. More nights. And eventually, she’d lie beside him, submitting her body while her heart still ached for Vinayak.
Anjali broke away abruptly and pushed him back. And she jumped up to stand two steps away from the sofa.

“Scoundrel,” she muttered in a tone mixed with more embarrassment and less anger. “What the hell was that, Vikram?” She wiped her lips with her hand.
He only grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “That's called a kiss. Our first kiss. Don’t act shocked now.”
“You said I would kiss. Not you. I intended just a light kiss, not this feeding you my lips," she snapped, stepping back further. “This is not what I meant.”
“You didn’t stop me either,” he replied, his voice still laced with playful arrogance. “And if we’re being honest, you didn’t exactly hate it.”
Her eyes flared. “Don’t you dare put words in my mouth.”
“Then put better ones,” he said with a wink.
For one moment, Anjali felt Vikram was actually a womaniser who could seduce any girl he wanted, but chose to act weirdly only to enjoy the thrill of toying with her emotions.

She continued to stare at him, despite her heart thudding in her chest. “You think this is all a joke, don’t you?”
Vikram was completely unfazed. He leaned back on the sofa. “I think it’s the beginning of something.”
“No,” she said, “it’s the beginning of nothing.”

She turned and walked away quickly towards the lift, needing space and air. She felt she needed to shut out the sick feeling inside her that she had just betrayed something sacred.
“Next time, maybe we'll skip the conditions.”
She heard Vikram from behind her. She didn’t respond. She couldn’t.

Because she had realised that he was not just wrong as a match for her, it was dangerous. He was not after her. He was after winning.
Anjali soon found a cab to return home. Sitting in its backseat, she couldn't help but replay the memory of that kiss. She couldn't shake the feel of his body pressing against hers. His hands had circled her lower back, pulling her close. She had even felt his manly desire for her. It unsettled her. She pressed her teeth in anger.

She thought for a moment about telling her father - but she knew it would change nothing. For him, Vikram expressing his passion for her would be exactly what he wanted. 'Marry him,' he would say.

At home, she threw away her denim jacket on the couch and sat there. And waited for Madhav to return. Shalini was cooking dinner in the kitchen. However, when Madhav returned, Anjali couldn't feel the energy to talk to him, though she had a sea of thoughts to convey to him. She took a quick shower, hoping it would clear her clogged mind, but only in vain. The restlessness only increased.
Even after dinner, she couldn't erase the strange impatience stirring inside her - a need to take back control of her body, her decisions, her desires.

“No tea time today?” Madhav asked with a smile, seeing her close the kitchen door. Shalini had already left.
“No tea,” she said softly. “But... I have something else for you tonight.”
She reached for his hand, and without saying more, she led him quietly towards her bedroom.
Madhav hesitated. “Anjali…” He knew.

But Anjali didn’t wait. Her mind still burned from the violation of being kissed against her will. She wanted to feel wanted again - but this time by someone who understood her silences, who touched her with care, not conquest. Her grip on his hand didn't loosen.

Inside the room, she locked the door and took off her bright yellow kurta straightaway. Then she stepped forward and kissed him, gently at first, but with a longing that spoke volumes.
Madhav stood still, mechanically allowing her to kiss him. However, as Anjali's kiss grew passionate, he also sensed his mind feeling lighter. A thought that he was being useful in calming down an agitated soul became an instant justification not to step back. However, the truth was that his body and soul had become accustomed to the pleasure he had enjoyed twice in being useful to his daughter-in-law's strange method to deal with the heartbreak. Slowly, without making a conscious effort, Madhav's arms circled her, caressing the bare skin behind her belly. And he opened his mouth to return her kiss, sucking her lips slowly. But Anjali's energy outgrew him with fervor and she kissed him like she was possessed.
"I need you, Dad. Take me to the bed." Anjali whispered in a hurried breath during the kisses.
Madhav followed her lead to the bed and sat on the edge. Anjali quickly started to unbutton his shirt. After a few top buttons, she hurriedly pulled the shirt to remove it over his head.
"What happened today?" Madhav looked up. He knew there must be a reason behind her behaviour.
"Nothing," Anjali replied without thinking, for she didn't want to recollect what had happened. She bent forward to kiss Madhav again, this time all over his face. "I only need you in this world. I'm happy to be here, Dad."
Madhav was still not putting in much effort. Anjali grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. "Dad..." She called as if to wake him up. And then quickly reached behind her to unhook her bra with one hand. She had caught his eye like a hook, and she smiled fondly as she slid down the bra straps and finally pulled it off to present her father-in-law with a full view of her young, delicate breasts. And then with a newfound confidence, she leaned forward and hugged him, bringing her soft melons to his mouth. Not only that, but she also took extra care to bring her tits into his mouth to make him suck on them. Very soon, Madhav hit the tempo she had been longing for, and sucked on her tits, licking and caressing them with equal measure. The hesitation, responsibility, and guilt faded with each passing moment as his testosterone took over his senses. The erect and tender nipples became wet as he ran his tongue around them. Anjali was delighted with his growing enthusiasm. She cupped her palms around his face.
"I've chosen you, Dad," she whispered. "You're the only person I can get peace from, now..."
She turned around as if you let him enjoy her back, and even felt the courage to slightly bend forward to invite him to feel the roundness of her ass cheeks. The way he had been fondling them made her think he held a special liking for their softness. But she felt shy as soon as she turned away from him and bent forward. She smiled and sat on his lap. And then brought his hands to her breasts from both sides. She leaned further back and turned her head to kiss his left cheek. Madhav caressed her breasts fondly and proceeded to press her soft belly before going further down to insert his fingers inside her pants. His right hand went all the way inside her panties and touched her pussy. She was wet; she knew the first touch itself would have soaked his fingers.
"Mmm..." A soft moan escaped her lips.
She breathed and turned her head to kiss him again, this time he welcomed her with his lips. They kissed intensely, with both of them sucking each other's mouths. Madhav's fingers started moving, and Anjali's breathing only got heavier.
"It feels so good, Madhav. So hot yet so calm. Keep going, please..." She whispered. Madhav's left hand was still roaming over her breasts, fondling the softness and occasionally pinching her erect nipples.
Anjali couldn't stop the urge to reciprocate his touch; she brought her right hand into his lower body, immediately finding the growing erection in his pants. It was getting close to the shape she had been secretly longing for. She moved a little to the side, to sit on his left thigh and confidently inserted her hand inside his pants. She found the length and soon grabbed it.
"Aaahh...mmm... I'm feeling good, Madhav... Don't you like me touch it? Mmm?" She asked while trying to stroke it gently, still inside his pants.
"I like it, Anjali."
Madhav admitted. The shame had vanished without a hint.
"I want to give you more," Anjali said and got up, and lowered her remaining clothes. She removed one leg from it and then kicked the cloth off her other leg in a hurry. When she touched his pants, Madhav helped her by getting up slightly to drop them down to his ankles. Anjali immediately climbed onto his lap, straddling his legs. And without a pause, they together guided his whole length inside her pussy.
"Aaah..." She moaned again. The pleasure of getting her pussy walls stretched by him invaded her body and mind like vengeance. No matter how hard anyone tried to get her, she knew she had chosen what she wanted at heart. She felt at peace with her inner self.
This is who I am. She felt.
She started to ride him while kissing him. The kiss soon broke, as she rode him faster. Her breasts danced into his face. Her nipples kept touching his mouth and nose, and she felt even better. After a few minutes, Madhav eased himself to move a little back and lay across the bed, with Anjali properly climbing on to him, and throwing her hip up and down to ride his dick. The pleasure was mounting despite her breath getting heavier. Her body had caught on fire with lust.
Eventually, she lay on the bed, across it, and invited Madhav to get on top. He lifted her legs up and wide, and then pushed his dick into her well fucked open hole. Anjali welcomed his sudden entry with a surprise cry, "haaah!" And then giggled a little. She had enjoyed it.
"I loved that, Madhav. I love you." She gasped.
"I love you too, dear," Madhav said and brought himself down to kiss her lovingly. They shared a lot of saliva during the kiss, and he soon started moving, fucking her properly. Her young and firm breasts kept changing their shape each second, dancing to the tune of his thrusts. The soft bed squeaked. The room was filled with the sound of them moaning and panting together. But still, the sound of their hips hitting each other became the loudest. Anjali was surprised by the strength and stamina of Madhav. She remembered that she hadn't particularly experienced the pleasure of his dick moving in and out of her pussy, and how tight it felt inside of her, due to the pressure of the situations both the previous times. Both times, she just wanted to merge with him and become his part rather than treating it like a lovemaking process. This time, however, it felt different. She wanted him to go on forever and keep on extending the pleasure.
"Keep going... Madhav... Don't stop... it's so good, oh God, please...." She had lost track of her words. She held her legs wide and accepted the hard pounding.
In her mind, she even wanted to warn him from cumming and killing the pleasure. She controlled her urge, though, seeing no sign of Madhav losing his strength. He took a couple of pauses in between to adjust and arrange his posture, and he went on to fuck her deeper and longer to push her senses beyond her grasp, and to a place she hadn't anticipated. An innate feeling to explode within gradually took over her, and she felt it all getting completely out of control.
"Aaahh... God! Oh my god, oh my god! Haaa..." She screamed with pleasure. She felt her whole body trembling with an unexpected sensation and goosebumps. She didn't hold back her response and pinched his skin while crying out through the orgasmic pleasure.
Madhav didn't stop there. He continued to fuck her steadily for more, and when he came down to kiss her, Anjali pushed her tongue into his mouth and let him suck it deep into his mouth. She felt an urge to make him suck all the saliva out of her mouth. And when he ended the kiss and smiled through the heavy breathing, she held his head still and licked over his lips. In response, he kissed her again and pressed his teeth deliberately on her lips. His thrusts were getting faster, and she felt his dick was growing even stronger inside her. She couldn't control the aching pleasure it gave her, and she cried.
"Oh my God... You are doing it so well, Dad... It is sooo good....aaahh...aaah..."
Madhav's breathing started resembling an animalistic grunt. Anjali felt he was preparing to cum.
"Do it... Dad... Inside me. I'll take a pill. Just finish it, please..." She encouraged him. Madhav remembered that she hadn't mentioned taking a pill before this.
"Did you take a pill last time too? Huh?" He asked, without pausing.
"I was on safe days, Dad."
"Oh," Madhav smiled as if he didn't expect that. He came down to kiss her once. And then he murmured, "Then I'm cumming inside you, my girl." So saying he rammed hard and then shot his load inside her. Anjali felt the thrill of getting her pussy filled with his hot sperm as joyous as the orgasmic pleasure she had experienced a few minutes ago. "It feels great, Madhav. I'm so happy now. You make me happy." She didn't feel shy to express her emotions.
Madhav panted heavily, and it took him some time to recover from the pleasure blast. Anjali kept caressing his arms and body. Madhav eventually fell and lay next to her, and Anjali quickly hugged him tight from the side.
"You are great, Dad."
"I love it when you call me Madhav. Am I that young?" Madhav wondered.
Anjali smiled at him sheepishly. "I've just found that you are so," she reached to kiss his neck, and patted lovingly at his cheek. "You are my Vinayak."
She didn't hesitate to bring back Vinayak's memory, for she didn't believe she was betraying him. Through Madhav, she felt like finding a way to return to Vinayak.

She kissed him again and again, as if each kiss was a seal to something sacred, something only the two of them could understand.

Afterwards, they lay in silence, their bodies tangled, their breaths slowly returning to rhythm. Anjali rested her head on his chest, her breasts pressing against his body, her fingers drawing lazy circles across his skin. She could sense the dampness on his chest. He had worked harder than ever, and it was worth it.

“I don’t know what this is,” she said after some time. “But it makes me feel… better. You make me feel better.”
Madhav turned his head towards her, though looked unsure of what to say. Anjali added with a grin, “You’re good at this. Not just good - great.”
He let out a low chuckle. “I know.”
She smiled, eyes soft and sleepy. “Let’s go somewhere. Anywhere. Away from this place, this house, these people. Just you and me. Somewhere, the world doesn’t know us. We could live in peace, with our memories. You’ll get your wife back. And I… I’ll get my Vinayak.”

She kept whispering, her voice growing more tired with each word, her fingertips gently stroking his chest. She felt strangely soothed by the contrast - the warmth of his body against her, and the cool air brushing her bare back.

Madhav remained quiet. He was still catching his breath from their intense session, his body feeling younger, strangely alive. A part of him wanted to say yes. Wanted to believe it was that simple.
But he knew the world they had to wake up tomorrow was not kind to people like them.

He closed his eyes and held her closer, letting her dream aloud. For tonight, at least, he would let her believe that such a world could exist.