Misc. Erotica After the Ashes (Completed)

[krish_999]

Chapter - Thirteen

The rest of the night was heavy and gloomy.
Anjali cried a lot in silence, struggling to calm herself down. Her mind kept going back to the time she had received the news of Vinayak’s death. Those visuals were still sharp in her head. His body, and his mother’s, lying lifeless in blood-soaked clothes.
Two bodies so badly disfigured that they had to be stitched back together to resemble a human shape.
And everytime the thought that it hadn’t been an accident crossed her mind, Anjali cried again. Every bit of it had been planned - carried out by someone who believed that breaking her world was the way to win her over.
Anjali sat still, her thoughts eventually turning inward. She didn’t know if she was only a victim in all of this, or if a part of the blame somehow rested on her.
If she hadn’t refused Vikram when he proposed to her, none of it would have happened. Vinayak and his mother would still have been alive. The thought circled endlessly in her mind, each time tightening its grip as she cried and drifted through a maze of what-ifs.
But somewhere through the haze, a sense of clarity began to settle in.
It wasn’t her fault.
She had made her choice, and she had chosen Vinayak. Vikram should have accepted it. Instead, he had chosen to become something else entirely.
A murderer.

Anjali knew it would be nearly impossible to prove Vikram’s involvement in Vinayak’s murder in court and hold him legally accountable. The lack of evidence would ensure he would never face justice through the law.
She was left with a different, darker thought. The only way to bring justice to Vinayak was to punish Vikram herself. She wanted revenge, and she wanted it to hurt him as deeply as he had hurt her.
But she had no clear idea how to do it.

She believed Madhav was capable of carrying it out. The most effective way, she thought, would be to make it look like an accident
- just as Vikram had done. Yet the thought of what could follow unsettled her. If anything went wrong, it could lead to a security officer investigation, arrest, and even imprisonment for murder.

At dinner, Anjali tried to find what was on Madhav’s mind. He only looked at her, hesitant, as though he had already decided not to talk about it. She could sense it clearly - he was planning something, something he believed was justified.
Anjali cautioned him against rushing into anything that could put him in danger.
“I have only you now, Dad. I won’t survive without you,” she said, her voice unsteady.
Madhav gave a slight nod but said nothing. His silence carried more weight than words, and it was clear he still had no intention of opening up.

Just as dinner ended, Madhav’s phone rang. It was Vikram. He answered the call and put it on speaker.
Vikram had heard about the accident and he offered his condolences for the loss of his staff. As his voice filled the room, Anjali kept her eyes fixed on Madhav.
What unsettled her was not the call, but his reaction. There was no anger in his face, no trace of bitterness in his voice. He responded calmly, almost too calmly, as if everything was already under control.
Anjali felt a quiet unease. More than anything, she wished she knew what was going on in his mind.
During the conversation, when Madhav mentioned that Vedant had been driving his car at the time of accident, Vikram casually said, “He must not have been wearing a seat belt. Otherwise, he would have survived.”
Vikram went on to add that, despite the tragedy, he felt relieved that Madhav had cancelled his trip that day and had been spared from the accident.

Later that night, Anjali lay on her bed, sleepless.
She thought of how cruel Vikram was. She had never thought she would meet such a criminal in her life, let alone have to deal with him. Just because someone claimed a parking spot and spoke rudely, he killed two men. He wouldn’t have hesitated even for a second before planning to kill Vinayak.
Anjali remembered how offended Vikram must have felt when she rejected his proposal. Not only had she refused him, but she had also chosen someone else. She had mated with him and married him.
Anjali was sure Vikram would have imagined her making love with Vinayak in those days and would have planned to kill him one day. He would have decided all of this - killing Vinayak, befriending her father, proposing to her, and finally bringing her to his bed. Making her cry with pain and....
Anjali felt ashamed to acknowledge that she had enjoyed during some of those moments.
Pleasure. Then, he had her just as he must have imagined - slapping her, overpowering her, forcing himself on her, and eventually making her beg for it. Anjali thought of the moment when she voluntarily opened her mouth to suck him. The thought of him inside her mouth left a bitter taste, making her feel sick.
Her tears vanished, as if they had dried up at the source.
He should die.
Anjali kept promising herself all the night.
He would confess first, and then he would die.

The next day, Anjali took a ride to her home. She had phoned her father and told him that she needed to speak to him in private, and that it was urgent. Manohar was waiting for her.
She closed the door and confronted him straightaway in his bed room. Her mom was in kitchen.
“Vikram knows about it, Daddy,” Anjali said. “It’s not a wild guess that he deduced from my proximity with Madhav. And you know what? He knows only as much as you know. And you are the only person in this world who knew what happened between me and Madhav.”
“You’re taking his name, dear,” Manohar reminded, seeming amused by her language.
“That’s not what matters now,” Anjali snapped. She didn’t feel bothered about being audible from the other side of the closed door. “It’s time you admit the truth, Daddy.”
Left with no choice, Manohar admitted that it was he who had told Vikram about it.
“I was heartbroken, dear. When I came to know the truth, when I saw what was happening, I didn’t know what to do. I had no one to tell, no one to ask what I should do. How could I discuss the illicit affair that I had witnessed with my own eyes? I went to the bar that night and drank a lot - more than I usually do.
Vikram just happened to be there. No… he’s the only one these days who takes good care of me. Though I’m his father’s age, his father’s friend, he’s the one who connects with me the most. I cried in front of him that night because I had nowhere else to go. But that boy surprised me. I am still spellbound by the respect he has for me, and the affection he has for you. When I suffered the heart attack, he not only saved me but also confessed that he had a crush on you since his college days. And when he said that whatever happened between you and your father-in-law must have been a momentary lapse - something you would regret for the rest of your life - and that he was ready to forget it all just to get back his college crush and to see me free from pain… I was helpless and held my hands like this.” Manohar folded his hands in front of Anjali to show, and then went on, “I told him I would do everything in my capacity to get you married to him. That’s why I was encouraging you. He loves you, dear. You can forget the past and marry him. He’s an angel.”
Anjali stared at him for a long moment after he finished, stunned, before she spoke.
“But your ‘angel’ used what he learned from you and blackmailed me. You know that?”
“That’s one way to look at it, daughter. I’m sorry that he heard it from me, but he just loves you. Whatever he did, he did it to get your attention.”
Anjali wanted to scream at him, to tell him what Vikram had actually done. She knew she would end up revealing everything if she spoke any further.
“I’m sorry, Dad. It was my mistake to think I could talk to you,” she said, and left with her frustration, multiplied.
It took Anjali a couple of days to come out of the shock and start eating properly again.
The next day, something unexpected happened. Vikram’s deal with SELTO Pvt Ltd was called off at the last possible moment. Anjali came to know about it when Vikram phoned her.
“I don’t know how it happened. They just withdrew at the last moment. What the fuck went wrong, I don’t know, Anjali. They just backed out.”
His voice was filled with disappointment. Anjali felt a sense of nonchalance, yet she pretended to be shocked.
“How can they do that? Can’t you sue them?”
“I’m not big enough to sue them. They’ve got connections with people I’ll have to do business with in the future. By the time the tribunal decides whether to even take up the case, I’ll be left with no business,” Vikram said.
“Don’t worry, Vickey. You’ll be alright. You will rebound,” Anjali said, smiling to herself.

On Friday, Vikram called her again to invite her for a river rafting adventure trip near Pune.
“I feel so low mentally, Anjali. I need some fresh air,” he said. “Only you can bring me some positive energy.”
Anjali took a deep breath and wondered what more she would have to endure if she agreed to that trip. But the thought instantly gave her an idea. She said she would confirm after asking Madhav.
“You still want to ask him for permission, Anjali?” he asked. She could sense the annoyance in his voice.
“It still matters, Vickey,” she said sternly.

That night, when Madhav came home, Anjali told him about Vikram’s phone call. Madhav refused straightaway.
“It is dangerous, Anjali. I won’t allow it.”
But Anjali had other ideas.
“What more danger can he do to me, Dad? He’s already done it all. He killed my husband, he’s destroyed my soul, he’s used my body for his sexual pleasure. He made me take punishment for sleeping with you. What is left?”
“We don’t know what is left, Anjali. That’s what makes it dangerous.”
“Please, Dad.” Anjali moved closer to him on the sofa and grabbed his hand. “Let me go. I want a confession from him.”
“Do you think he will confess?” Madhav stared at her.
“Something like that. A slip of the tongue, at least,” Anjali said.

Eventually, Madhav agreed. “But you have to be cautious, Anjali. Because if he learns that you’ve found out the truth, he might try to eliminate you too.”
“So let it be. After knowing what he has done to Vinayak, I wouldn’t mind dying while attempting to bring justice to him.” Anjali’s voice cracked. “What is left for me in this life to hold on to, other than giving a reply to that scoundrel?”
Madhav looked deep into her eyes. “Do I not matter? Am I nothing to you?”
Anjali’s grip tightened on his hand. “That’s not what I meant, Dad. You are… me. We are one, aren’t we? You, me, and Vinayak… aren’t we?”
Madhav kept looking at her. Anjali felt drawn to him. She slowly put her left arm around his neck and pulled him closer.
And their lips met. It was just a touch. But it brought a spark she didn't anticipate.
“Madhav, you are all I have now,” she whispered, pressing her lips against his.
A sense of relief ran through her body, as if she had rediscovered something she hadn’t even realised she had lost.
They held on to each other, the moment stretching, heavy with need and familiarity. Anjali pulled back just enough to look at him.
“Take me to your room,” she said softly. “Take back what is yours. I belong to you… and to your son. Nobody can take me away.”
“Yes, you are, Anjali,” Madhav whispered back as he kissed her and started sucking her lips. His arms moved around her, feeling the softness of her tender body through his touch. There was a sense of eagerness in his touch, and Anjali could feel it.
“Did you miss me, Dad?” she asked, pausing for a moment.
“I missed you.”
“What did you miss?”
He looked deep into her eyes and then said, “Calling me by name.”
Anjali gasped and then said, “Madhav, I love you.”
“I love you too, Anjali.”
He kissed her again, and Anjali could feel the heightened vigour in his lips. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, which he readily sucked. She tasted his tongue too, and at the same time brought his hand to her breast. All the inhibitions were long gone. She felt she had been lost and was now found. A moment later, she sat up and pulled her top over her head, and almost began to climb onto his lap.
Then she paused, “Let’s go to the room, please.”
Madhav nodded, and they hurried to his bedroom. But they didn’t jump into bed right away. They stood by the bed and kissed again. Anjali found his hands wrapping around her confidently and intently, and she moaned when he grabbed the softness of her ass with both his hands.
He pulled her waist towards him, and she pushed herself against him, feeling his erection against her body. She hurried to take off his shirt and ran her fingers over his hairy chest.
“Lie down on the bed, Madhav. Let me take you,” she insisted.
Madhav lay on the bed, and Anjali removed her bra before climbing onto his waist. They were both topless but still wearing pants on the lower half of their bodies. Anjali bent forward to kiss his mouth, but soon moved downward, placing kisses on his chin, neck, and chest.
Her hand moved further down, reaching between his legs, and caressed his growing member over the clothes. She felt an innate thirst to have more of him and to give him more of herself. Without any hesitation, she pulled down his pants by the waistband a few inches, freeing his member. It almost sprang up, though it had not yet attained the full erect shape she had known before.
She wrapped her fingers around it and rubbed in a circular motion, and Madhav let out a loud moan.
“Oh… Anjali…!”
Anjali looked up at him and smiled. There was a sense of mischievousness in her eyes, as if she had finally found the freedom to do anything with him and share her most innate sensations.
“I want to be yours for the rest of my life, Madhav. Don’t let me go,” she whispered.
“You are mine, Anjali,” Madhav gasped, and caressed her cheek.
For a moment, Anjali remembered how Vikram had caressed her cheek the last time, and how he had followed it up with a slap across her face. Slaps. The shock.
The memory lasted for a fraction of a second, but as it ended, Anjali felt like she was waking up from a bad dream. And with a sense of vengeance, she shifted herself down and simply took Madhav’s dick into her mouth. She heard Madhav gasp as the warmth of her mouth elevated him into a pleasure he hadn’t anticipated. Anjali slowly moved down and held it there, allowing her saliva to coat around it. When she pulled back, half of his length was glistening with her saliva.
“You like it, Madhav?” she asked with a mischievous smile.
“I love it, girl,” Madhav said ecstatically.
Anjali’s head went down again, and soon it became a pattern. She boldly shed all the inhibitions that had still possessed her during the three intimate encounters she had with him, and this time, she completely treated herself as his lover. She felt she deserved it. It was a way of redeeming herself for falling into Vikram’s trap. She had to come back and do it with intent.
She soon pulled down his pants completely and then coated his entire length and his charged balls beneath with her saliva. As she used her hands as well, Madhav’s length soon reached the most erect state he could ever imagine.
She then got rid of her pants and panties by kicking away with the legs, before climbing over him, lowering her open waist onto him, and positioning his glistening head at the entrance of her pussy.
“I want to feel your mouth down there, Madhav,” she whispered in a shallow breath. “But right now, I feel a hurry. So next time, please,” she said and lowered herself completely, letting his length slide into her pussy.
“Aaah… it’s so good, Dad,” she gasped.
“Next time, I’ll eat you there, baby. Right now, let me fuck you,” Madhav exhaled. His breath reflected the depth of his ecstasy.
Anjali grabbed his ears and breathed into his mouth, looking deep into his eyes.
“I know you are my Dad, Madhav. But still, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. Let it go deep inside me.”
Anjali could feel him throbbing inside her. She felt full. In that moment, it felt like the only thing she needed in the world was to feel him move slowly within her.
“I’ll fuck you, Anjali. I know you are my daughter-in-law. I shouldn’t be doing this. But you are mine. I want to take you, complete you. You are mine only. And I am gonna fuck you so hard today.”
“Please. Please fuck me, dad. Get on top of me, and fuck me hard and break me. Please…”
Anjali had completely let go, wanting him to take her fully. Madhav tilted her gently and came over her, careful not to let his dick out of her pussy. Anjali lay with her legs parted and lifted in the air. Madhav pulled her legs over his shoulders and repositioned himself. But suddenly, as if something struck him, he pulled back, making Anjali gasp. And then Madhav bent down to bring his face to her pussy and pushed his mouth into her, and gave a strong lick across her pussy.
“Aaah… Madhav… oh my gosh!” Anjali screamed.
She felt she would squirt readily. She grabbed her breast with one hand, and squeezed it her own. With the other hand she tried to reach for his head and grab his hair. But before she could hold him, Madhav got up and pushed his dick back into her pussy.
“Haasss….” Anjali gasped. Her mouth opened and her chin went up, lifting her neck and chest.
Madhav maintained the kneeling position and continued. The strength and vigor in his movements told her that he truly missed her. She had ignited a fire in him, left it burning for a while, and now had returned to extinguish it completely. The sound arose with the movements - both the sound of his body meeting hers and the sound of their breathing. This time, they didn’t mind it at all. In their large house, the doors remained open, and their moans, gasps, and cries echoed throughout the house. After a while, Madhav lowered her legs and then lay on top of her, welcomed by her kiss. He then moved slowly, his breath filled with love.
“I love you, Dad. Take me wherever you want,” Anjali kept whispering. Madhav paused in between to kiss her breasts and stimulate her clit with his fingers.
With each time she spent with Madhav in bed, Anjali had realized that Madhav wasn’t like Vinayak. He had more stamina and intent, and the skill to leave her breathless. And he wasn’t like Vikram either. Madhav treated Anjali with respect and affection, not with vengeance. Even at the height of ecstasy, his kisses were filled with love and care, except that his movements continued with added intensity. Eventually, he brought her to climax, and as soon as she screamed in pleasure, he let himself go and reached his peak, releasing himself inside her.
When Madhav fell next to her, panting heavily, Anjali quickly wrapped her arms around him. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on his chest, and she rested her cheek on it. She leaned closer to place a soft kiss near his ear and whispered, “You are awesome, Madhav.”
“You too, Anjali,” Madhav smiled back at her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to his body. Anjali put one leg over his legs.
They lay together for a while, letting their breath return to normal and allowing their sweat beads to merge.

When Anjali finally sat up, she reached for her phone.
Then she typed a message to Vikram, informing him that she had gotten Madhav’s permission for the river rafting the next morning.
She pressed send and almost silently whispered to herself, “I am ready.”