Misc. Erotica After the Ashes

[krish_999]

Chapter - ten

Ever since Anjali decided to stay away from Vikram, she had started feeling lighter in her mind. Even Vedant sensed it when she ran into him at the office the next day.

“You look cheerful today,” he said, studying her face.
“Do I?” Anjali smiled, slightly surprised.
Vedant leaned casually against the table. “Coffee today? I have some field work in the afternoon, but I’ll be free around five.”
“Okay,” she said, almost immediately.
He mentioned the name of a café, but Anjali didn’t bother to remember it. She had already decided she would go.
“Five o’clock then,” Vedant said.
“Five,” she nodded.
In the evening, before leaving the office, Anjali glanced at herself. She was wearing an orange sleeveless top with a small collar, fitted neatly around her waist, and loose matching trousers that moved softly as she walked. Her hair was tied back in a simple ponytail, giving her a proper office-going appearance. It looked far from something suited for an evening date - and that, in a way, helped her stay calm about it.
As she began to gather her things, she tried to recall the name of the café Vedant had mentioned. Strangely, she couldn’t. She hadn’t paid attention when he said it.
She decided she would message him once she stepped outside the office complex.
But just as she walked out of the building, a car pulled up sharply beside her.
She turned.
It was Vikram.

He lowered the windshield.
"Leaving early?" he asked.
"Got bored at the office," she blurted without thinking.
Vikram got out of the car and came around to open the door for her. "Get in. I'm taking you out for a coffee."
Anjali hesitated for a moment, surprised and caught off guard. She felt she had little choice.
She silently got in and waited. Vikram walked around the car to get back in from the other side.
"Why didn’t you wait for Madhav?" Vikram asked as he started the car.
"He isn’t in the office today," she replied. "He might be late."
Anjali then turned to him. "Why did you come to the city?"
Vikram didn’t answer. He simply kept driving.
Meanwhile, Anjali took out her phone and sent Vedant a message.
"Sorry, I can’t make it today."
A moment later, Vedant replied with a sad emoji.
"Okay. We’ll catch up another time."
Just then, Vikram spoke. "Let’s stop somewhere. Do you have any favourite place?" he asked.
Anjali shook her head, and Vikram mentioned the name of a café.
Anjali tried to remember if it was the same café Vedant had suggested earlier. She couldn’t be sure. The thought of running into Vedant there made her uneasy.
"I don’t want to go to any café, Vicky," she said quickly. "I’d rather go home."
Vikram glanced at her briefly. "Would I be welcome there?"
Anjali thought of Shalini. She would definitely be home at this hour. And this time, Anjali was determined that nothing like the previous incident would happen again.
"Why not?" she said calmly. "I’ll ask Shalini to make coffee for you."
However, when they reached home, Shalini wasn’t there. Anjali unlocked the door and stepped in, glancing at the quiet living room. She took out her phone and dialled Shalini.
"Where are you, Shalini?" she asked.
"I’m at the hospital with my daughter," came the reply. "She wasn’t feeling well. I’ll be back around your usual return time."
"Okay, take your time," Anjali said and ended the call.
She turned to Vikram. "Looks like we have the place to ourselves for a while. Why don’t you sit down here while I make some coffee?"
She was thinking of using the time to get the truth about how Vikram had found out the secret between her and Madhav. Did he know, or was he just bluffing?
"Sounds good," Vikram said, walking in behind her. She didn’t expect him to follow her to the kitchen. For a moment, she wondered if she should ask him to sit in the living room. She knew he wouldn’t, and she didn’t ask.
In the kitchen, as the coffee brewed, Vikram stood beside her, leaning casually against the counter. They spoke about the day, the weather - small things that didn’t matter much but kept the air light.
She kept her patience until she poured the coffee into two cups and handed him one.
Then, without warning, Anjali asked, "You still haven’t told me how you found out what happened between Dad and me."
He gave her a half-smile. "Do you still call him Dad?"
Anjali couldn’t face him. She stood quietly.
He shrugged. "It’s difficult to answer, I know. Don’t worry. I just asked now because you brought up the subject. Otherwise, you know I’ve been thinking about you - a lot, actually. But it’s not what you think. I’ve been imagining places we could travel to… places we could explore together after marriage."
Her hands paused, the spoon clinking lightly against the rim of the mug. She looked at him, her expression unreadable. But his way of talking and changing the subject had a calming effect on her, as if her mind had become lighter than a moment ago. He wasn’t asking the questions he deserved to ask, she felt.
"So," she said slowly, "is this you asking me to marry you?"
Vikram chuckled, shaking his head. "Not yet. You’re not ready, remember?"
"Then what is this?"
He stepped a little closer, his voice softer now. "I was thinking… why wait? Why not travel now, just like that? As friends."
She laughed, teasing him. "You’d travel with me just as a friend?"
He took another step forward, his presence suddenly more magnetic, more intense.
"Of course," he said, his voice low and playful. "Though I’m sure we’d have a few… intimate moments. I mean, who could resist the temptations around you? I don’t know how you’re feeling about me, but… You know that I’ve been in love with you for so long, don’t you?"
Anjali felt her cheeks flush. He was standing so close now, his gaze locked with hers. A nervous flutter rose in her stomach, but she didn’t back away.
As she looked up into his eyes, her breath caught. She didn’t say a word. The sip of her coffee had left a line of foam above her lips, and she almost licked it away with her tongue.
"Don’t," Vikram said. Then he gently slid his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. His lips brushed hers in a slow, deliberate kiss, the foam disappearing as he kissed her.
She closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment. There was hesitation in her heart, but her body didn’t resist. She slowly lowered the coffee cup.


The kiss carried all the hunger Vikram had held back for days. His lips moved with an urgency that made Anjali forget every promise she had made to herself the night before. She melted into him, her breath mingling with his, letting him draw her in, responding to his rhythm.
Vikram turned her swiftly, pressing her back against the cold granite of the kitchen counter. His mouth moved with growing intensity now - from her lips to her neck, then lower - trailing heat wherever he kissed. Anjali gasped, her breaths sharp and uneven. She didn’t raise a hand to stop him. She didn’t want to.
His voice came in a low murmur, rough with desire.
"I want to taste you again, Anjali," he said, his fingers brushing along her waist.
Anjali stiffened slightly, the memory of that other day rushing back to her with a mix of guilt and pleasure. She knew this was spiralling fast. But instead of pulling away, she looked down at him - flushed, breathing hard - and whispered,
"In the kitchen?"
Vikram chuckled softly and shook his head.
"Of course not," he said, his voice playful but thick with desire.
He reached behind her and, without warning, scooped her into his arms. Anjali let out a small gasp, startled, but didn’t resist. His grip was firm and secure, and the way he looked at her made her heart flutter. She knew she had a slim figure, and he had a strong build, but the ease with which he lifted her made her feel weightless in his arms. She was ashamed of the enthrallment she felt, despite all the premeditated hatred she had held toward Vikram.

He carried her to her bedroom with quiet urgency. Anjali looked on as he laid her gently on the bed, her breath caught somewhere between hesitation and surrender.
Before she could speak, he slid his hands down, and in one swift motion, he reached under her top, grabbed the waistband of her trousers, and pulled them down. Anjali’s mind barely had a moment to register what was happening. There was no time to think, no space for guilt or restraint. Vikram had already freed her legs from the trousers and her panties, settled himself between her thighs, gently and reverently spreading them - and then his mouth found her.
Anjali felt a wave of goosebumps take over her body. She could suddenly remember how much she had been longing for this, unknowingly.
Anjali gasped, her body arching as his tongue traced over her with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Vicky..." she breathed, barely above a whisper, her voice trembling with need.
His hands gripped her thighs, keeping her open, while his tongue moved expertly over her soft folds, teasing and tasting her with aching precision. Anjali clutched at the bed sheet, then his hair, unable to stay still. Her hips moved instinctively, seeking more.
Soft moans escaped her lips, then grew louder as waves of pleasure started building inside her.
"Oh God... Vicky..." she whimpered, gripping his hair tighter.
Her inhibitions were slipping fast, drowned in the rhythm of his tongue and the deep, raw ache he was stirring inside her.
Anjali’s body quivered as the climax surged through her. This time, there was no pause to acknowledge the surprise. She probably knew it was due and that it would come. Her back arched, her fingers still tangled in his hair, and then she fell back onto the bed with a trembling sigh, her limbs slack and her breath shallow. It felt as though her soul had momentarily left her body and was slowly floating back in.

She lay there still, eyes closed, a faint smile curving her lips, as if caught in some beautiful trance.
Vikram shifted up beside her, his breath warm against her shoulder. He looked at her, his eyes filled with amusement and curiosity.
"Has Vinayak ever gone down on you?" he asked casually, as if picking up a conversation in the middle of something utterly ordinary.
Anjali opened her eyes slowly and turned her head to look at him. Her cheeks colored with a blush, but she didn’t look away.
"He tried once," she admitted, her voice soft. "But he said he didn’t like the taste… and never did it again."
Vikram chuckled under his breath, clearly surprised.
"That’s strange," he said. "Because you taste amazing. Honestly, I could stay between your legs for hours."
Anjali blinked at him, her lips parting in mild surprise.
"Really?"
"Mmm," he nodded, brushing a finger along her thigh. "And you know what’s even more thrilling? The taste changes when you’re turned on."
She raised herself slightly on her elbows, her curiosity piqued.
"Come on. Nothing like that!" she said, almost incredulous.
Vikram grinned, clearly enjoying her reaction.
"Yes," he said. "At first, it’s kind of plain, warm… clean. But as you start getting aroused, it becomes tangy - like your body is preparing, craving. That change… it drives me wild."
Anjali stared at him, trying to process this new, intimate truth about her own body - something she had never known, never even imagined.
"I had no idea," she said quietly, the trance slowly turning into something deeper - a feeling of being seen and desired in a way she never had before.
Anjali turned her head slightly, her expression a blend of curiosity and amusement.
"So… you know when I get excited?" she asked, her voice low, almost playful.
Vikram leaned on one elbow beside her, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile.
"Yes," he replied simply. "That’s why last time, when you were trying to stop me… I didn’t. From your taste, I knew you were enjoying it. That’s how I could tell. If you genuinely wanted me to stop, your body wouldn’t have responded like that. And I would have stopped, Anjali. I promise you that."
Her expression softened. A sense of quiet relief settled over her.
"Good to know you weren’t forcing me that day," she said sarcastically.
He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Anjali, I’ll never force you to do anything. Ever."
She looked at him, her eyes filled with something deeper now - a question she had perhaps wanted to ask but never dared until now.
"But… how is it that you’re satisfied even when only I climax?"
Vikram tilted his head slightly and let out a slow breath.
"I’m not satisfied physically," he admitted. "But I’m content knowing you’re happy. That’s mental satisfaction… and sometimes, it’s even more important."
Anjali’s gaze lingered on him, searching.
"So… are you satisfied now, mentally?"
He smiled again, but this time with mischief in his eyes.
"Not yet."
She raised an eyebrow, smiling despite herself.
"Then?"
"We have time, don’t we?" he asked, his voice lowering.
She looked toward the wall clock.
"Madhav could come back any moment."
"Not at his usual time," he said, then added, "But still, we’d better hurry," he whispered.
Anjali felt a small jolt of excitement rush through her. His tone, the glint in his eye - she could sense he wasn’t done yet. There was more. Her curiosity rose.
"What’s on your mind?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
Vikram didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed her softly between her legs, sending a shiver through her. She gasped as he pulled back, leaving her skin tingling. Then he sat her up gently and brought his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. His hands moved to her top, and he slowly peeled it off, revealing her bare breasts. He kissed around them tenderly, taking his time.

Then, he looked up, eyes brimming with emotion.
"I love you, Anjali," he said. "These moments… I’ve dreamt of them for so long. Just to hold you like this. I’m not here because my fate placed me here. I’m here because I deserve to be. I’ve loved you… deeply. Sometimes I feel you shouldn’t have married him, because I deserved you more. I was just late. And it was my mistake that I couldn’t convince you back then."
Anjali's breath caught. His words pierced through layers of time and memory. And for a moment, she forgot the world beyond the walls of that room.
Anjali was blown away by his words. As Vikram unbuttoned his pants and pulled himself free, her eyes locked onto him. She blinked, startled by the dark shade - darker than she remembered with Vinayak. There was something unfamiliar about it, something that made her hesitate.
But when Vikram brushed her hair back, his hand resting lightly behind her ear, her body moved on its own. She leaned forward, her breath warm and unsure, lips parting as instinct took over, taking him in.
“Oh... so warm. So good, my love,” he sighed. Anjali's mouth was filled with his length. Yet she continued to move, letting it go in until it almost touched the back of her throat. She felt the warmth on her tongue as it brushed the underside of his length, and she felt it grow with each of her movements. For the next few minutes, Anjali moved rhythmically, back and forth, adjusting to his girth. Eventually, fatigue set in; her neck began to ache. She pulled back and looked up.
“It’s hurting my neck, Vicky,” she said apologetically.
“Shall I help?” Vikram asked, holding her head gently as he began to move his hips, quickening the rhythm. The tip of his length occasionally nudged the back of her throat, making her gag.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re doing so well,” he murmured, lost in the pleasure of her mouth.
“Seems like Vinayak didn’t give you much practice at this,” he added with a teasing smirk, pulling out for a moment.
“He used to be... soft,” Anjali said, panting as she wiped the trail of saliva from her lips.
“Don’t wipe it, baby. It looks good,” Vikram said, watching her.
“I’d look nasty.”
“Yes,” he grinned, “nasty is hot - when we’re in bed, isn’t it?”
He gave her cheek a light slap. She blinked, startled, though it didn’t hurt.
He thrust himself back into her mouth, his intensity only growing. Anjali struggled to match his pace, but she yielded, letting him lead as her saliva spilt from the corners of her lips.

“So good, Anjali. So nasty, my girl. You’re my little bitch, aren’t you? You want to be my little bitch, right? You want me to cum, don’t you?”
He kept saying, his voice thick with desire, and pulled himself out just as he asked the last question.
Anjali panted heavily, her breath catching as she gagged again.
“Aahhh…”
“Come on, baby. You can’t take any more now. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, then kissed her mouth fiercely, tasting her, before pushing her down onto the bed.
Anjali fell back across the bed, panting heavily to catch her breath. Vikram climbed up, planted one knee at the edge, and lowered himself between her legs. The next thing she felt was his length pushing into her, filling every inch of her, leaving her breathless and unable to protest.
“Oh, so tight,” he groaned. “Feels like a virgin, baby.”
Vikram said in excitement as he thrust deeper into her.
Anjali could only moan in response.
“How often does he fuck you, baby?”
The question stunned her.
“What?” she gasped.
“Madhav. Your father-in-law. How often do you give it to him?”
Anjali couldn’t quite register what she felt in that moment. A part of her recoiled in shame - she felt stripped of her dignity, reduced to something far lesser. And yet, deep inside, she wondered if she still had the right to feel offended.
Vikram had begun to move his hips, each thrust making it harder for her to think straight.
“Damn... fuck, you’re such tight fun. He didn’t get it the way I am - no way you gave him as much as you're giving me,” Vikram muttered, his voice thick with lust.
“Vicky... aaahh,” Anjali moaned. “I’ve just had it... aaa... once. It was... just... aaa... accidental... aaa... it happened... aaah…”
“Just once? Oh God,” Vikram grinned, a wave of satisfaction spreading across his face. “That’s so bad... but the old man can still feel lucky, huh? Because you’re such a sweet little bitch. Do you like me, baby? Do you like it when it moves like this, huh?”
He slowed down deliberately, drawing himself all the way out before pushing back in, his voice teasing, his rhythm steady.
“Mmm...” Anjali could barely form a word, her body trembling beneath him.
He grabbed her breasts and began thrusting with more intention. Anjali felt the strength of his palms pressing into her softness, the sensation sending ripples through her body. At the same time, she sensed another orgasm rising, swelling inside her.
“Aaah... Vicky... please... aah... slow...” she almost cried out, her voice breaking.
“Oh, you’re coming again, bitch, aren’t you?” he growled, a wicked grin tugging at his lips.
He asked, then suddenly slapped her face - without force, more like a taunt. But his next move came harder; he struck her left breast with his left hand, sharp enough to sting. Yet, she was far beyond pain.
“Aaah...” was all she could cry out, her voice cracking as another wave surged through her. It flooded her insides, overwhelming her in ways she couldn't comprehend.
“Oh my God... what... is this... Vicky... my God...” she gasped, trembling with disbelief and pleasure.
“You little bitch. Yes, come for me, baby. You fucked your daddy, but you deserved this - someone like me. Oh my God... you’re such a filthy little dream.” Vikram grunted as he thrust deeper. “Tell me, honey, do you want me to cum inside you?”
Anjali was slipping into a trance again, her second orgasm flooding through her like a wave that dulled everything else. But his last question cut through the haze, snapping her senses back into focus.
“Oh, Vicky... no…” she barely managed to say.
But Vikram had already pulled out and stood up.
“Okay then, get up, my girl,” he said, grabbing her arm and lifting her to sit at the edge of the bed.
“Open your mouth. I’m so close.”
Without waiting, he pushed his throbbing length past her lips and gave a single stroke. The next moment, Anjali gasped as a thick stream hit the back of her throat. He pulled out, holding himself in front of her, and the next spurt splashed across her lips and chin.
"Swallow it, baby. You'll love it. Drink it for me, sweety... haaah,"
Vikram said and jerked again. Anjali had already swallowed what had slid down her throat, and Vikram watched her with deep satisfaction.
He held her under the chin and pressed his fingers on either side of her mouth to open it again, then brought his length back between her lips.
“A little more. Drink it, baby. It’s all of me… it’s for you… just for you…”
Anjali couldn’t do anything but obey. She felt the warm fluid spread across her tongue and quickly swallowed it, trying to rid herself of the sensation. Yet, Vikram still pushed himself back into her mouth.
“Lick it clean, baby. You did great. Just awesome, my girl.”

Anjali obeyed like a machine under his control. The surreal haze of two back-to-back orgasms had faded, and now she felt like she had been used. But something deep inside her had shifted - so much had moved beneath her feet that she could hardly find a place to stand or think straight. She sucked him clean, then wiped her mouth and face with her own trousers. His thick fluid had left her skin sticky, and she felt a wave of disgust. But this - this was her reality now.
At one end, there lingered the aftermath of orgasmic waves - sensations unlike anything she had felt before. At the other, a heavy feeling of being used like a cheap object in bed. She couldn’t tell which feeling weighed more.

“Go clean yourself,” Vikram said as he pulled his pants back on.
Anjali wobbled into the washroom, fighting the urge to stand under the shower and let everything wash away. Instead, she picked up the hand-held shower head and rinsed her body. She washed her face too, carefully.
When she re-entered the room, Vikram was seated on the sofa, perfectly dressed. Anjali felt a flash of shyness - she stood naked, like a newborn - but she managed to stay composed.
There was nothing left to hide. All of her had already been laid bare.
She opened her wardrobe, took out some clothes, and quickly got dressed.
“You have such a great body. I’m so lucky,”
Vikram said, stepping up behind her.
She turned to face him.
“You must leave, Vicky,”
She said in a tired voice.
“Of course. I’m leaving,” he replied, placing a quick peck on her cheek.
“Love you. Bye.”
“Bye, Vicky.”
Vikram walked out of the room first, and Anjali followed behind.
And then they stopped - frozen - shocked to find a man sitting silently on the large sofa in the hall.
It was Madhav.