Siva - Gayatri Raj

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22. Gayatri’s visit to Raj’s Flat

Two days after the necklace confrontation, Gayatri received a call from Siva.

Siva: "Raj is on leave today and he’s at his flat. You can visit him."

Gayatri hesitated but eventually agreed, hoping to clear the air. She planned to return home before Chintu returned from college.

When she reached Raj’s flat, the door was closed but not locked. She knocked but got no response. After a moment of hesitation, she pushed the door open and entered. The living room was empty. She called out but there was no answer.

She noticed the bedroom door was slightly ajar. As she approached and peeked inside, her eyes widened in shock with an outrageous sight. Raj was lying on the bed… naked!!! His legs were spread. He had his manhood in one hand and was stroking it. With his other hand, he was fondling his testicles. What shocked her was the size of his manhood! It looked like some heavy log of wood! It can easily be over 9 inches long. His whole manhood was stretched tight. She got frightened. Though she wanted to leave, her curiosity at the sight of his colossal manhood made her continue to silently snoop through the crack of the door. She could not leave from there. Raj was incoherent. She tried to figure out what he was murmuring. She listened carefully.

Raj (murmuring): "Gayu my sex goddess, Aaaaah, please give me a chance. I am unable to control my feelings. Please bhabhi, please. Please quench my thirst, I am craving for your beauty, please bless me, what a beauty you are, your curves, bums, aah your navel, aaaah Aaaaah, see this little boy, he was dying to enter your loyal inner sanctum."

Gayatri was surprised! Raj was again fantasizing about her and masturbating. She stepped back after seeing and hearing these words. She had a glass of cold water and sat in the living room, breathing rapidly. She could not forget the sight in Raj's bed-room. She could feel her womanhood slowly getting wet at the thought of Raj's mighty weapon.

She was in trance and could not resist herself again moving towards the bedroom door. She again looked at Raj in the bedroom. He is still continuing his action. This time his both hands are on his mighty manhood. His mammoth manhood seems much bigger than her husband’s. Upon constantly seeing him in action, Gayatri was shivering, her eyes popping up. After a few minutes he seems to be coming to an end, he removed his hands from the manhood and it is in 90 deg, almost 9 inches pointing to roof, he is loudly calling out “Gayatri, Gayu, my Gayu, my sweet Bhabhi, my sex goddess, my venus, bless me once with your beauty, this is all yours, bhabhi only one chance, only once, can't hold anymore on your thoughts, I am out please bhabhi, please have it” and finally ejaculated and then collapsed on bed. He released his thick sperms in multiple cycles, and the initial ones with jet speed almost touched the roof of the room and fell from there. After that session also his manhood was still straight and it was 6 inch length easily. The sight leaving her trembling, she could clearly feel her womanhood was fully wet after seeing this. She came back to senses and quickly returned home. 

When Siva asked whether she had visited Raj and invited him, she shook her head, trying to hide the storm inside her. “I wasn’t feeling well,” she said softly. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the full truth either. She had thought about going, had even dressed up carefully, but at the last moment, something held her back. The idea of stepping into Raj’s home, of being near him, sent a strange shiver through her—half fear, half excitement.

She tried to keep herself busy with housework, but her mind refused to focus. She had never allowed herself to think about it too much, but something about him unsettled her in a way she couldn’t explain. Though she had been married for years and was no stranger to a man’s touch, there was something different about Raj. Something powerful. Something raw. Somewhere in her mind, without realizing it, she had already taken notice of him—his height, his strength, and the undeniable size of him. She wasn’t supposed to notice, but she had. She was wondering about the lust Raj has on her and his stamina. 

The thought of Raj's imposing manhood was stuck in her mind and now, it wouldn’t leave her alone. A warmth spread between her thighs, a need she couldn’t ignore. No matter how hard she tried to distract herself, her body had already betrayed her. She clenched her legs together, but it only made things worse.

Night offered no escape. She tossed and turned, haunted by imagined touches, by whispered words never spoken but so vividly real in her fantasies. Her body burned with feverish longing, her skin damp with sweat, her breath shallow as she lay awake, tormented. She hated herself for it—hated how easily her mind wandered to thoughts she had no right to entertain. But it was beyond her control. 

For two days, she was consumed by this fire, unable to eat, unable to focus, lost in a delirium of desire. And when she finally recovered, it wasn’t relief she felt—but an unbearable void, a craving that refused to die.

The next day, as if fate was playing its cruel game again, 

Siva casually said over breakfast, “Why don’t you call Raj? He’s been coming by less these days. Invite him over sometime.”

Her hands froze mid-motion.

Later, alone in the quiet of the living room, she stared at her phone for a long time before dialing. The line rang… once… twice…

And then—his voice.

Raj: “Hello, Bhabhi… What a surprise. I was just thinking about you. How are you?”

The words struck like a cord pulled too tight.

Gayatri froze.

For a second, her mind was no longer in the present. It was back in that dim, quiet room… back on that day she had visited him unexpectedly. The door left ajar. The soft creak of the floor under her feet. The breathless sound of her name slipping from his lips—not in greeting, but in longing.

Her stomach twisted.

He had been saying her name—moaning it, really—in a moment he had never meant for her to witness. The image flashed uninvited in her mind: the tension in his voice, the rhythm, the raw vulnerability of it. That scene had burned into her memory with a mix of shock, shame… and something she dared not name.

She swallowed hard, composing herself before answering.

Gayatri (steady, but careful): “I’m fine, Raj. And you?”

Raj (a pause, softer): “I heard you weren’t feeling well. I… I wanted to visit, but… I wasn’t sure if I should. How are you now?”

Gayatri: “I’m better now. Thank you.”

The silence that followed was dense—not uncomfortable, but filled with things neither knew how to say.

Raj (quietly): “Bhabhi… I’m sorry.”

She said nothing. She didn’t need to.

Raj (guilt laced in his voice): “I crossed a line. I let my feelings get ahead of me. I was scared… not just of what I did, but that you’d tell Bhayya. That I’d lose everything.”

Gayatri (after a long breath): “Raj… it’s okay. We’re human. Sometimes, things slip past our control.”

Another pause.

Gayatri (firm but kind): “But you can’t let it happen again. You need to be like before—with respect. No flirting, no lingering glances. We forget it, and we move on. Understood?”

Raj (a soft laugh, laced with pain): “Understood, Bhabhi. It means a lot that you even called. But I’ll be honest… my mind is a restless monkey when I see you. You’ve always been… luminous. Captivating. I’ll try my best to tame it.”

Gayatri (gently): “Then start with silence. That’ll help.”

Raj (smiling through the phone): “I’ll try. Truly. Thank you… for not hating me.”

Gayatri: “Don’t give me a reason to.”

They ended the call not with closure—but with restraint. Each left staring at their own reflection in the silence, wondering if control would be enough… and fearing the day it might not be.