Misc. Erotica One evening & Night in Alibaug - Actress Anusha Sharma

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"Mom, why can't we have pizza for dinner?" The little girl splashed her hands in the shallow end of the pool, sending droplets sparkling into the afternoon sunlight.

anusha Sharma adjusted the straps of her black bikini top, leaning against the pool's edge with a tired but amused sigh. "Because we had pizza yesterday, and the day before that," she said, reaching out to ruffle her daughter's damp hair. "Kanta’s making proper home-cooked food tonight. Be grateful."

Her phone buzzed silently on the nearby lounge chair, screen lighting up with Ketan’s name, but anusha didn’t notice. The farmhouse’s sprawling backyard was peaceful—just the sound of water lapping, the occasional giggle from her children, and the distant rustle of mango trees in the warm breeze. She tilted her head back, letting the sun warm her face. A rare moment of quiet, with virag away in Delhi for that endorsement shoot.

Inside the house, Ketan frowned at his unanswered call. Kanta had phoned from the market, needing confirmation about groceries for dinner, and now he had to trek all the way outside to ask anusha directly. He slipped his phone into his pocket, stepping onto the veranda. The sound of splashing led him toward the pool area, where sunlight dappled the stone pathway.

He rounded the corner—and froze.

anusha relaxes by the pool with her children, oblivious to Ketan's call about dinner plans. Ketan, unable to reach her by phone, heads toward the pool area and is startled upon seeing her in a revealing swimsuit.

Ketan's breath caught in his throat. anusha stood waist-deep in the water, her black bikini clinging to her curves as she lifted her son onto her hip, laughing at something he'd said. Sunlight glinted off the droplets on her shoulders, tracing the elegant slope of her neck. For a moment, he forgot why he'd come.

Then his phone buzzed again—Kanta, probably impatient—and he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Ma'am?"

anusha turned, startled, instinctively pulling her son closer before recognizing him. "Ketan! God, you scared me." She exhaled, shaking her head with a small, embarrassed laugh. Water sloshed as she waded toward the edge. "What is it?"

"Kanta called from the market. She needs to know about dinner—if there’s anything special you’d like." He kept his eyes firmly on her face, though his peripheral vision betrayed him—the way her bikini bottom rode up slightly as she hoisted herself onto the pool’s ledge, the way her—

"Just tell her whatever she’s planning is fine," anusha said, squeezing water from her hair. Then she paused. "Actually, the ensuite bathroom’s flush isn’t working. Could you send Keshav to look at it?"

Ketan nodded stiffly, already retreating toward the house. "I'll send him right away." His footsteps faded on the stone path, leaving anusha alone with the children again—though not for long.

Ketan is momentarily transfixed by anusha in her bikini before awkwardly relaying Kanta’s question about dinner. anusha requests Keshav’s help with a broken bathroom flush, prompting Ketan’s hasty retreat.

The kids grew restless, tugging at her arms. "Out, Mama, out!" her daughter demanded, already clambering onto the ledge. anusha sighed, hoisting them both up. Water cascaded off their bodies as they dripped across the patio toward the shaded loungers. She grabbed towels, wrapping each child tightly before dbanging one around her own waist. The afternoon heat made the fabric cling instantly to her damp skin.

Inside, the farmhouse was cool and quiet. anusha shooed the kids toward their rooms. "Shower first, then cartoons," she said, peeling off her bikini top in the privacy of bathroom near the pool. She wore the towel and came out. The towel slipped lower as she bent to pick up a stray toy.

"Ma'am?" Keshav’s voice came through, hesitant. "You asked for me?"

anusha straightened abruptly—just as her daughter barreled outside the house, giggling. "Got it!" she yelled, snatching the towel from her waist and darting past her legs and went far from her.

anusha's breath hitched as the towel vanished from her body, leaving her fully exposed near the pool. Keshav's eyes widened—his gaze flickering from the droplets still trailing down her thighs to the sudden, breathtaking sight of her bare curves glistening in the afternoon light. Time seemed to stretch, the air thick with the scent of chlorine and something warmer, more electric.