Misc. Erotica After the Ashes (Completed)

[krish_999]

Chapter - Eleven

Madhav was sitting on the large sofa, one leg crossed over the other, as if he had been there for a while. His posture was relaxed, almost too relaxed.

Anjali was too stunned to move, her heartbeat loud in her ears. She didn’t bother to look at Vikram's expression. Every mental muddle she had endured in the past hour was wiped out in an instant. She was completely blank. And she couldn’t read Madhav’s face. There was no anger. No shock. Nothing.

“Hello, son.” Madhav smiled at Vikram and gestured lightly toward the seat opposite him. “Come, sit down.”

Vikram obeyed. Anjali stood there for a moment longer before slowly walking in to lower herself onto the sofa to sit next to him. As she sat, she felt a shiver between her legs. She had to force herself not to think about what had happened minutes ago.
“When did you come, uncle?” Vikram asked. Anjali was surprised by the nonchalance in his voice. As if he were pleased to run into Madhav, regardless of the situation. She couldn't help but throw a glance at him.
“About fifteen minutes ago,” Madhav said calmly.

About fifteen minutes ago. Anjali recollected what she had been doing then. He must have heard her cry in pleasure. He must have known how she had surrendered to the pleasure Vikram provided. He must have realised how his daughter-in-law had welcomed another man to the very bed she once shared with his son, and how she had been made to forget all the claims of her supposed forever love for his family.
Anjali’s head was down. She couldn’t move her eyes beyond her feet.
“I’m glad you guys have forged a friendship. It’s good to see you together,” Madhav said.
“She had invited me for coffee. I was on a short visit,” Vikram said.

Then, as if continuing a conversation from earlier, Madhav asked, “So… how is your progress with the SELTO deal?”
Vikram blinked, caught off guard. “Sir?”
“The SELTO Pvt Ltd contract,” Madhav repeated calmly. “You were pursuing it, weren’t you?”
Anjali turned to look at Vikram. He straightened slightly before answering. “Yes, yes. It’s an infrastructure expansion project - a huge one. The talks are going on.”
“Deals like that don’t come often, son. You must show patience and put the right people in place to assist you in presenting your evaluation,” Madhav spoke slowly, as if thinking deeply.

Anjali was surprised to see him holding so much detail about Vikram’s business. She had never spent a moment thinking about it, despite having spent so much time with him. Maybe Dad had enquired about Vikram when he heard Vikram's proposal, and that could be one reason he was endorsing her father’s view. Anjali somehow felt lighter.
Vikram leaned forward. “We’ve already cleared the initial round. If this goes through, it could change the scale of our company entirely.”
“I’ve heard there are some competitors.”
“A few strong ones,” Vikram replied. “But we have an edge. Our proposal is more aggressive. I’m not the kind of guy who lets go easily.”

As their conversation went on, Anjali’s heartbeat almost returned to normal, even though she was waiting for a shift in Madhav’s composure. She was waiting for something that would acknowledge what had happened in the room behind them. But it never came.
As if nothing had happened.
Perhaps whatever had happened was expected. Perhaps Dad was expecting it. Anjali’s thoughts kept circling it.

Eventually, the conversation ended, and Vikram got up to leave. He turned to Anjali briefly and said, “I’ll call you, Anjali.” His voice was soft.
She remembered the grunt and the grin as he was thrusting his dick into her, half an hour ago. “You little bitch…” she remembered his words.
She couldn’t tell which one she should believe - the soft one that promised care or the one determined to possess her.

Anjali just nodded, unsure how she would sound if she said something.
Vikram walked out, and neither Anjali nor Madhav followed him to the portico.

Anjali sat there and waited for a response from Madhav.
“It’s alright, Anjali. I’m happy to see you moving on. I’m happy your father has found a man who is capable of helping you move on.” Madhav spoke after some time. Vikram's car had left the compound.
She looked at him, her gaze helpless. She wanted to cry. Perhaps Madhav sensed it; he immediately said, “Go to your room, Anjali. Gather yourself. And please teach yourself that you haven’t done anything wrong. It’s alright.”
Anjali couldn’t stop anymore. She ran to her room, fell onto her bed, pressed her face into the pillow, and cried. And she cried a lot. Only then did she realise how much she had wanted to cry.

When she finished and got up, she felt better.
After some time, Shalini arrived, and after that, everything felt normal to Anjali. She worked a little in the kitchen and in the garden. She watched the birds flying around the guava tree. She looked at the tree leaves and smiled at nothing.
She felt she had learnt to move on.
She had a long time of struggles, resistance, and inner fights. But suddenly, it took just one day, one evening, one calm gesture of silence to make her move on.
She thought about the way Madhav had handled the situation. He had changed the subject, not a hint about how he had to face the reality of his daughter-in-law having sex with someone in her room. He had not only helped Anjali feel lighter about the embarrassing situation but also conveyed that he was at peace with it. And his calm response had set her free.

Vikram called her the next day and then the days that followed. But never talked about that day. It felt like he hadn't felt any sort of embarrassment in that incident. Instead, he spoke about his work - mostly about the SELTO deal.
“It’s a big one, Anjali,” he had said over a call. “If this goes through, everything changes.”
He spoke about pressure, competition, and possibilities. Anjali found herself listening more than she expected. Talking about his business made them talk more, and it became a subject she felt comfortable talking to him about. For her, it was a way to know him. He was very passionate about his business. One day, she even sensed the frustration in his voice. She asked if there was anything to worry about his deal.
"Delays irritate me, Anjali. I prefer permanent solutions." He said.
"Don't worry, Vicky. You will find success. I know it."
She felt happy for being able to genuinely encourage him.
A week later, Vikram suggested a short trip together. Anjali didn't respond immediately. She wasn't sure. Her own plan to go on a solo trip was still pending.
"I have a resort in my mind," Vikram said. "You will love it."
Anjali was still not in favour of it. But when she told Madhav about it, he didn't hesitate. "You should go, Anjali. Take a break."
Anjali stared at him in disbelief. There was genuine encouragement only. That acceptance eased something inside her. It felt as if she was being allowed to move forward, without being stopped, without being questioned.
That night when she went to sleep, she felt lighter. She felt she no longer needed to plan a solo trip. She was already free.

Vikram chose the next weekend. He drove in a car himself and picked up Anjali from her house. Madhav stood at the portico, waving his hands at them.
The resort was nearly twenty kilometres from the outskirts. Anjali knew what would happen once they reached there. Even the distant thought of the night was making her feel warm. She asked Vikram what made him choose a resort far away from their city.
"I had made up my mind long ago. I am not the person who forgets my dreams." He said with a smile.
Anjali smiled back.
At the midway, Vikram pulled over near a small roadside café. The cafe was on the first floor, with no proper parking. He left the car by the roadside and stepped out with Anjali.
Just as they began to walk up the stairs, the shopkeeper on the ground floor shouted, "Hello, you can't park over there, in front of this shop."
Vikram looked at him. “Is this your road?”
The man scoffed. “No. Is it yours?”
Vikram gave a faint smile. “The part under my car is. I’ve paid tax for it. I’m not blocking anyone.”
They went upstairs anyway.

For a while, things felt normal. They ordered coffee and sat by the window. But midway through, two men walked in. They looked like bouncers - broad and imposing body language. They came straight to Vikram.
“Come down and move your car,” one of them said, his tone rough.
"What the hell!" Anjali thought and sat in horror, praying it didn't escalate.
But Vikram didn’t argue this time. He glanced at them, then at Anjali, and stood up. "Come on, baby. Let's go."
Without a word further, he grabbed her hand and walked out of the cafe.

As their car left the place, Anjali noticed one of the men getting into a black Fortuner and moving it right into the spot Vikram had used. She even saw a victorious grin on the other man's face.
Vikram kept himself busy behind the wheel in silence. However, he slowed down the car after a few minutes.
Anjali looked at him. “What happened?”
He kept his eyes on the road as he took a U-turn. “I lost the mood. Let’s do this another day.”
Anjali understood. She moved and gently touched his arm. He didn't react.
Even when they arrived at her house, Vikram said just a simple 'see you' and drove away. Anjali felt bad, but she could do nothing.

Madhav was perplexed to see her return. "What happened? You okay?"
Anjali told him about the incident.
“He did the right thing,” Madhav said when he learned what had happened. “There’s no point in confronting men like that. Not when it risks your safety as well as his.”
Anjali looked at him and smiled. She was glad to see Madhav supporting Vikram's action.

The next few days, Vikram was totally busy with his business. On the sixth day, one evening, he called.
“It’s done,” he said, his voice filled with excitement. “The SELTO deal. Just a formality now. Monday, it’ll be inked.”
Anjali was genuinely happy. “What next?” she asked.
“I can't wait to celebrate, my girl,” he said. “Come to me.” He paused, then added softly, “I think you are the most suitable person to celebrate with. Are you home tonight?"
Anjali was amused. "Looks like you picked the right day to close your deal..."
"Why?"
“Because..." Anjali spoke slowly, careful not to sound like she was overly excited. "Dad is leaving for Lonavala. He has a meeting with the founder of a client firm."
There was a pause from the other end. Then he asked, "When?"
"He's getting ready to go... and I will be alone here, for the whole night.”
She couldn't believe she was talking like that.
“No," Vikram replied. "I'd rather take you to a resort as we planned earlier.”
"Oh, a resort," Anjali laughed. "You are still onto it."
“Yeah. Once I set my eyes on something,” he continued, “it has to come to me, honey.”
She could imagine the thrilled expression on his face. “Then you’ll have to come and pick me up.”
“I’m already on my way,” he said. “Get into your sexiest outfit.”

Anjali told Madhav about Vikram's plan. He was getting ready to leave for Lonavala.
"Enjoy your pre-wedding honeymoon, dear." He said.
"To be honest, you are a strange father-in-law. But you are a blessing for me." Anjali said.
Madhav looked at her. "Yeah, I know. If you think I'm too weird, start calling me by my name. I wouldn't mind it." He quipped. Anjlai laughed and hugged him. He kissed her forehead. "Go, live your life again, kid." He whispered.
Vikram arrived exactly an hour later.
Anjali had got ready by then. She wore a sleeveless ivory dress that shimmered gently in the light, the long skirt flowing gracefully with delicate patterns woven into it. She came out to the sit out to receive Vikram, and he gestured a 'wow' at her look. Anjali smiled.
Madhav greeted Vikram and offered a coffee, but he refused. "Need to hurry, uncle. We're running late."
"That will help me too," Madhav said. "Because I'm running even later."

As Madhav walked toward his white sedan, Vikram stepped out and raised his phone. “Stand there, Uncle… yeah, perfect.” Vikram smiled and casually clicked a photo.
“You look great, Madhav,” he said. “Good luck with your high-level meeting today.”
Madhav acknowledged him and got into his car.
Anjali watched him drive and disappear from her eyesight before turning into Vikram.
"Let's go?" He suggested and pulled her closer. Anjali laughed.

Though Vikram had told her that he wanted to take her to a resort, Anjali didn't think he meant the same resort they had planned earlier. She realised it only when she saw they were heading the same route.
Not only that, he slowed down near the same café on the way and parked the car in the exact spot he had been questioned about the last time. Anjali felt a flicker of unease. She glanced toward the ground-floor shop, expecting the same confrontation. But nothing happened. The shopkeeper looked at them and said nothing.
Vikram led her to the top cafe and ordered coffee.
Anjali looked at him. He was smiling, but there was something in his eyes she couldn’t quite grasp.
“How are you so calm?” she asked after a while. “I’m still a little tense.”
Vikram shrugged lightly. “He didn’t ask me to move the car this time. So there’s no problem.”
Anjali smiled, watching him. And she reached across the table to place her palm on his. “You’re sweet, Vicky,” she said softly.

When they reached the resort, Anjali knew it was only a matter of time before things unfolded the way she expected.
However, she had to pause once inside the room, taking in the sight before her. The suite was softly lit, the large bed decorated with scattered rose petals, and silver balloons resting around it, giving the whole space the unmistakable feel of a honeymoon suite. She couldn’t help shaking her head slightly at Vikram’s audacity.
"Did you ask for it?" She wondered.
"What do you think?" He replied. He moved in front of her, hiding his hand behind him. Then, looking into her eyes, he brought it forward to give her a small bouquet of pink flowers. Anjali blossomed into a shy smile. "Oh, my God! When did you do all this?"
"Just ticking all the boxes I had dreamt of, long ago, my love!" He said and slowly took her into his arms. Anjali allowed her to be drawn and welcomed his kiss with her soft lips. His arms tenderly roamed behind her lower hip, and he enjoyed sucking her lips slowly. Anjali felt her body turning warmer.
When their lips parted, he smiled at her, "I waited too long for you, Anjali."
A warm smile spread across Anjali's face, too. The mood of the room, the flowers in her hand, and his playfulness had made her heart feel lighter than she wanted to admit. For a moment, she simply stood there, amused, surprised, and quietly happy.

The sky had turned black already. Vikram suggested they have an early dinner. Anjlai agreed. She felt a sense of relief brushing her, knowing that she was given a little more time before a storm hit her. She knew what awaited her once she got into that queen-size bed. But the sense of relief was just pretentious. Even as Vikram took her to the dining area and they had a light dinner filled with jokes and banter, her mind kept drifting back into the scene she saw inside the suite when she entered there. The large bed, decorated with scattered rose petals. She kept smiling at herself shyly when she realised she was feeling like a teenager. She even felt like she had been intoxicated or changed character.
After dinner, she obediently walked behind Vikram to the suite. And what followed there was something that blurred the line between desire and surrender.
Vikram laid her diagonally at the centre of the bed and got on top of her. He started with a kiss that was distinctly far from the tender kiss they had earlier. He sucked her lips like a possessed man.
"Are you mine, finally, baby?" he asked when he took a pause.
Anjali gasped. "Yes."
He put his tongue out and gave a long lick from the chin to the forehead. Anjali giggled sheepishly.
"You know what's coming?" Vikram asked again, and Anjali knew what he meant. She nodded twice.
"Good," Vikram said and started pulling up her dress. Anjali helped him, and she was completely naked in a matter of a minute. Vikram's mouth was quick to travel through the softness of her breasts and crossed the delicateness of her navel to arrive between her legs. Anjali saw how his eyes shone at the sight of her pussy, and she eagerly waited for two seconds before his mouth was lowered into it. A gasp escaped her throat.
"Mmm.... you taste wow!" Vikram quipped soon after. Anjlai giggled.
As he started licking her, Anjali found it hard to stay in the present. She was elevated, and her moans filled the room. After some time, Vikram boldly shed all his clothes to present her the complete view of her muscular body. As he pulled down his underwear, Anjali noticed how his dick stood almost parallel to the bed; fully erect and charged. Its head was shining with precum.
"You ready for the boy, Anjali?" Vikram asked as he knelt between her open legs.
Anjali bit her lips. She watched on as Vikram got into position and slowly placed his dick at the entrance of her pussy, and watched it getting pushed into her. She watched a satisfying grin on his face.
Suddenly, he looked up to meet her eyes. "The moment my cock goes inside you, you become my personal property. My bitch! Right?"
Anjali's mouth was open, still getting through the sensation of being stretched by his length.
"Tell me, bitch." He asked.
"Yes!" Anjali gasped.
"Good!" Vikram said and held her legs up to his shoulder. After a moment, he started fucking her. The full stretch in and full stretch out. Anjali felt he was enjoying each fraction of how his dick was moving inside her. As if he didn't want to miss even a small spot.
"You are such a tight pussy. I am happy that I got it back in nice shape." He quipped. Anjali was embarrassed by the derogatory remark, but she had no choice but to be offended by it.
Vikram's pace quickly rose, and he dropped her legs onto the bed to get on top of her, and fucked harder and faster. The soft mattress shook in a way that made Anjali feel like riding a wave, except that it kept lifting her higher with each blow. She moaned louder with each passing moment. And she felt like she was coming close to an orgasm. But then, Vikram suddenly pulled out and went down to start eating her wet pussy madly.
"Oh, my God! Vicky... aaah!" Anjali cried. The anticipation of the orgasmic pleasure was unbearable.
After quickly licking her dry once, Vikram ecstatically got up on his knees. "Come on, honey. Show some love here." He rolled his palm around his length, inviting her. Anjali obeyed and shifted in bed to bring her mouth to it.
"Yes....like that... take it all in...!" Vikram exhaled as he slowly pushed his dick into her mouth, all the way down to her throat. "You don't have to suck me tonight, you know?" he placed his right hand behind her ear and then went on, "because I'm going to fuck your mouth myself." He said and moved his hip back and forth. Anjali found his grip behind her head getting stronger. She let go and allowed him to continue. Though slowly, but in no time, Vikram was holding her head with both his hands and fucking her mouth in a smooth rhythm.
"Oh, this is the real pleasure, my bitch. And it elevates the pleasure when I know that he hasn't done this to you."
Anjlai was aghast at his sudden remark about Vinayak. But then she suddenly wondered if it was about Madhav. She felt ashamed of being confused.
"Are you thinking of Vinayak or Madhav?" Vikram asked, as if he read her mind. Anjali was stunned. She looked up and saw the grin on his face. "Do you feel remorse for betraying Vinayak?" He continued, taking pleasure in her shocked look. Vikram stopped and pulled out, freeing her mouth to get a reply. Anjali took a long breath and wiped her lips, but couldn't speak a word.
"Don't be shy, Anjali. Tell me, you were mourning his death, and then you slept with his father. Do you feel remorse?" Vikram patted her cheek. The pat was gentle, yet it reminded her of the slap he had given her the other day. Her memory reminded her that she was yet again in an equally vulnerable pose to get another slap.
"Yes." Anjali shook her head, her voice barely audible.
"I love the honesty," Vikram smiled, and then placed his palm across her chin. "Do you think you deserve to be punished, baby?" The gentle touch of his palm on her chin sent shivers across Anjali's body. Yet she didn't know how to deny it.
"Yes."
Vikram readily pulled his palm back a few inches and then slapped her. It wasn't hard, but Anjali blinked. Then another, equally gentle, yet equally taunting.
"You fucked his father-in-law. It should be harder, shouldn't it?" Vikram asked again.
Anjali took a deep breath to prepare herself for it and then nodded. The next moment, her face was tilted to the side as his palm landed harder on her cheek. "Ouch!" It hurted. But before she could recover, another slap! "Say yes again, bitch. Ask me to slap again." She heard Vikram's voice. Her vision was a blur.
"Yes. Slap me again, Vicky."
A few more slaps followed, each one harder than the previous one, until it started to physically ache. But she strangely felt them to be mentally soothing. Even during the chaos, she felt she deserved to be punished.
At one moment, he grabbed her face with his left palm under her chin.
"Once you're done being punished, you are free, and you become a girl. Until then, you are my bitch. Do you want me to be your master?"
"Yes," came her helpless reply.
"Good," he said, and then shoved his dick back into her mouth. He used her head like a toy and fucked her mouth properly. He pulled out a couple of times to slap her face with his dick, and then to make her lick his balls.
"Lick it bitch, lick my balls. Please me." He exhaled in ecstasy. Anjali had lost her mind, and she had stopped wondering where this was taking her. After a furious session of her mouth fucking, he finally pushed her back onto the bed and put his arm around her waist to make her stand on all fours. Then he swiftly got into position behind her and glided his dick into her pussy. Anjali felt him straight, hitting a soothing spot, and all the struggle she had been living for the past fifteen minutes erased with it.
"Aaah... Vicky...." She couldn't help but moan with pleasure and relief.
"Haah, bitch!" Vikram slapped her ass. Louder and harder than all the previous slaps on her face. Anjali almost screamed. "You love my dick moving in like this, haah?" He slapped again and kept thrusting it forward. Anjali didn't reply; she just surrendered.
Then he pulled out.
"Come on, I need to see your face when I fuck you," Vikram said and got out of bed, dragging her along, to the dressing table next to the bed. He pushed her onto it, making her face the large mirror.
"Yes. Now look at me, when I fuck you bitch." He said and shoved his dick back into her, and soon started fucking her in the standing position. Anjali's breasts got pressed against the table, and she had to grab onto the right side edge of the table to stay steady. As her body moved back and forth with his thrusts, Anjali found her legs becoming weaker. The mirror in front of her reflected a version of her she barely recognised - flushed, breathless, caught between resistance and surrender.
Vikram held her by the lower back and started fucking her harder. The whole suite echoed their movements.
“Vicky… slow down,” Anjali pleaded, her voice uneven. “Someone might hear…”
He leaned closer, his voice low but firm.
“You need to understand something, bitch," he said with his hands firm around her hip. “You’re mine.”
And he pushed hard again.

His phone lit up on the table in front of her, somehow grabbing her attention for a fraction of a second despite all the chaos. The screen flashed a single word: “Done.”
Vikram paused for a moment to reach forward. He grabbed the phone and looked at it. Something in his expression shifted—sharp, satisfied, Anjali saw.
“Yeah,” he muttered under his breath.
He tossed the phone onto the bed carelessly, as if whatever it confirmed only fueled him further. Anjali knew what it was about. It was what made him start this celebration.

What followed was less about control and more about urgency. His movements hit the peak and stayed steady, and his body kept ramming into Anjali's ass loudly. Anjali felt herself slipping again; her resistance vanished forever. Despite all the struggles and receiving it in an awkward pose, she felt the orgasmic waves pulling her into their ride. She screamed aloud and let herself drift along with it. She literally cried with pleasure. A moment later, she heard a huge groan from Vikram as he shot his load inside her. She could barely look up to catch a glimpse of his face, satisfied, and carrying a sense of victory.
As he pulled out, Anjali didn't have the strength to drag her to the washroom. She just leaned toward the bed and collapsed into it, soon drifting into sleep.

In the morning, she woke up with a bad dream. In the dream, she saw a white sedan being pulled up by a crane from under the steep slope of a cliff, the car's body twisted and scbangd against the rocks. A woman was standing by the road, explaining how the accident might have happened. As the car was pulled up by the crane with a taut steel cable, Anjali saw Madhav's lifeless body inside it.
She screamed and woke up with a jolt.
The TV was on, and an accident report was running live on the screen. To her relief, it wasn’t a white sedan; it was a black SUV. Vikram wasn’t in the room, probably in the washroom.

Anjali grabbed her phone and called Madhav, who greeted her with a pleasant good morning. He had cancelled his trip to Lonavala and returned home. He had to schedule another meeting in Pune on Sunday.
As the phone call ended, she heard a message notification from the bed. It was Vikram’s phone. She picked it up and saw the fresh message displayed on the screen: “It wasn’t him.” She felt curious to read his chats, though she didn't have the password to unlock his phone. It felt like a lot of stuff was going on in Vikram's life. At a young age, he lived a busier life than Madhav.

She had just read the flashed message when the bathroom door opened. Vikram walked in, completely naked. Anjali shyly looked away.
“Oh, such a shy soul,” Vikram teased, and asked her to go freshen up. She got up and realised she was equally naked. But Vikram insisted that she stay that way.
She went to the washroom and freshened up. She returned with a towel wrapped around her, but Vikram quickly pulled her onto the bed and removed the towel. He was in the mood again.
Anjali was slightly perplexed. "Vicky, don't do it like last night." She said, touching her cheek. "It's still hurting."
"But you said you need to be punished." He said.
"Yeah... I don't know. I was going with the flow."
"Me too," Vikram said and kissed her. She could sense the aggressiveness right from the start. The way he crushed her breasts with his hand made Anjali flinch. At his first hint to go down on him, Anjali obeyed. He leaned back onto the raised pillows with his legs parted wide, as Anjali got busy pleasing him with her tongue and mouth.
"You know you shouldn't have let that bastard touch you." He said suddenly, choking Anjali with his words. "You shouldn't have. You were mine. Forever."
"Don't talk about him like that, Vicky." She warned.
"I'm hurt by what happened, Anjali," Vickey said like a confession. "You know, I have never stopped loving you. Despite you falling in love with Vinayak, marrying him, and moving abroad with him. I have never stopped loving you. What I believe is, Vinayak's death wasn't the biggest accident in your life; it was letting his father fuck you."
Anjali was at a loss for words.
"Did he come to your room or did you go to his room?" He asked.
Anjali hesitated, but she quickly changed her mind as Vikram softly caressed her cheek. "I went to his room." She said, and then felt the urge to explain more. "I mean, I had gone to see if he had slept. It was in earlier days, when the grief was at its peak. But he had not slept and was crying. So I sat with him, and... I don't know." She could not face Vikram's eyes.
"Don't be ashamed of telling me, Anjali. You took the punishment. It's over. The way you let me slap you is erasing my pain. It should help you, too." He patted softly on her cheek. Anjali didn't know what was coming.
"I sometimes feel jealous. It's justified to feel so, isn't it?"
"I am sorry, Vicky," Anjali said softly.
"That day when we walked out of the face to face him sitting in the hall, I felt great. It was like claiming what was deservingly mine."
Vikram said with a smile, and Anjali forced a smile.
Vikram grabbed his phone and opened a photo. He then set the phone upright on the wall, and Anjali saw it was the photo of Madhav standing near his car on the previous day. "I would love to have him watch me take you," Vikram said.
Anjali didn't object, despite tears almost gathering in her eyes. But it soon vanished as he spread her legs and entered her for another session of dominant fucking. "Let him watch how his daughter-in-law loves my cock!" Vikram kept ranting as he pushed deeper into her.
In the end, she lay on the bed like a piece of rag, completely demolished. The mixture of their live cums kept oozing out of her pussy.

They left the resort after having brunch. Anjali slept through the ride back home. As the car approached the road near her residence, she got up and looked at her cheeks, which still bore the marks of Vikram's fingers. What disturbed her more was the redness in her eyes.
“Don’t think too much about it, Anjali. We haven’t done anything we shouldn’t have. I know you loved it. I know you loved my way. Because it’s the purest form of expression.”
Vikram said.
Anjali was more worried about how Madhav would react when he saw her face. But fortunately, he wasn’t home. She called him a little while after Vikram left.
"Have you reached, Anjlai?" Madhav's voice was not easy.
"Just reached. Vikram left." Anjali said. "Are you at the meeting?"
"No, dear. There is bad news. You know, yesterday I cancelled my trip and stayed back here, and sent Vedant to meet the client in Lonavala. And his car was involved in an accident on the way to Lonavala. Unfortunately, he couldn't survive."

Anjali was shocked. The first thing that came to her mind was the bad dream she had had in the morning. A white sedan. It was true. She felt her head spinning and losing her grasp on herself, confused between reality and dream.

A little later, she received a clip from Madhav. She saw his white sedan, destroyed. It was not like what she had seen in the dream. But then she remembered the TV news. A black SUV was being pulled with the help of a crane. Her mind drifted back a little more, and she felt like she had seen that black SUV in real life.
The phone beeped. “I don’t know whether I should call myself lucky or not. I loved that boy.” Madhav's message read.

Anjali cried without fully understanding why. Her mind was caught in a storm, one that seemed to rise from within. She had all the information she needed, yet she couldn’t process any of it. It was as if she were merely a toy in the hands of fate.

However, as her sobs subsided and her breathing steadied, she slowly began to regain control over herself and her thoughts. And then she realised - it wasn’t fate that was toying with her. 
It was a person.

Madhav returned home late that night. Anjali had been waiting. The moment she saw him, she ran to him and grabbed him.

“Dad… Vinayak’s death wasn’t an accident. He was murdered. He was murdered by… Vikram.”