19-06-2026, 02:03 PM
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"Ma'am—" Keshav choked out, but before he could retreat, anusha's daughter with a shriek of laughter, her tiny hands shoving against anusha's damp hip. "Push, push!" The child giggled and went into house, anusha wet feet skidding on the tiles. anusha yelped as her balance faltered—her arms flailing—and Keshav lunged forward instinctively. His calloused hands closed around her waist just as her bare back hit the water's surface with a splash. The impact dragged him in with her, his grip tightening as they plunged into the pool's deep end.
The water swallowed them whole. anusha's body arched against Keshav's—her breasts crushed against his chest, her thighs brushing his as they sank. Bubbles streamed past her face, and she opened her eyes to find his terrified gaze locked onto hers. Panic flashed across his features—*he couldn't swim*. She twisted in his arms, kicking hard to propel them upward. Their limbs tangled, her nipples scbanging against his soaked shirt as she hauled him toward the surface.
They broke through gasping. Keshav clutched at her shoulders, coughing, his fingers digging into her bare skin. "I've got you," anusha panted, her voice unsteady. The pool's edge was just inches away, but his weight dragged her under again. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, anchoring him as she kicked toward the ledge. Every movement pressed them closer—his stubble grazing her collarbone, his rough hands sliding down her slick back to grip her hips.
Keshav panics, unable to swim, and anusha struggles to keep them afloat as their bodies entangle intimately beneath the surface.
anusha barely registered it—her focus narrowed to the feel of Keshav's breath hot against her neck, the way his body shuddered against hers. She hooked an arm over the pool's edge, hauling them both up until his torso was halfway out of the water. His shirt clung transparent to his shoulders, and for a heartbeat, they simply stared at each other—dripping, breathless, and painfully aware of the inches between them.
Keshav's hands trembled where they gripped the pool's edge, his knuckles whitening as he tried to pull himself up—but his waterlogged clothes dragged him down. anusha pressed her palm flat against his back, pushing him upward with a firm shove. "Hold on," she murmured, her own breath still uneven. The moment his chest cleared the water, she scrambled onto the ledge beside him, droplets falling from her lashes as she blinked against the sunlight.
Keshav gasped for air, his chest heaving as he rolled onto the poolside tiles, water cascading off his clothes in rivulets. anusha knelt beside him, her bare skin glistening under the sun, her breathing ragged. The children’s distant laughter echoed from somewhere inside the house, blissfully unaware of the tension thickening the air between them.
"Are you—" anusha started, then stopped, her voice catching as Keshav’s gaze flickered down her body before snapping back to her face. She didn’t move to cover herself. The moment stretched, heavy with something unspoken, the heat of the afternoon pressing down on them both. Keshav’s throat worked as he swallowed hard, his fingers twitching against the wet tile like he wanted to reach for her but didn’t dare.
Then the back door slammed. "Mama!" her daughter’s voice rang out, followed by the patter of small feet. anusha jerked upright, scrambling for the discarded towel near the loungers. Keshav turned away sharply, his shoulders rigid, as she wrapped the damp fabric around herself. By the time the kids skidded to a stop at the pool’s edge, she was kneeling again, this time with the towel knotted securely at her chest.
"You *pushed* me," anusha scolded lightly, ruffling her daughter’s hair. The little girl giggled, entirely unrepentant. Keshav stood abruptly, water dripping from his sleeves. "I should—" he began, gesturing vaguely toward the house.
"The bathroom," anusha reminded him, her voice steadier now. "The flush." She didn’t meet his eyes.
Keshav cleared his throat, his damp shirt still clinging uncomfortably as he knelt by the toilet tank in the ensuite bathroom. His fingers fumbled with the rusted valve—not from the task’s complexity, but from the way his pulse still thrummed unevenly from the pool incident. The scent of chlorine lingered on his skin, mixing with the faint floral soap smell of the bathroom. He forced himself to focus, twisting the wrench until the mechanism finally gave way.
Outside the door, anusha’s muffled voice drifted through the wood. "Is it fixed?"
Keshav wiped his hands on his trousers, leaving streaks of water. "The valve’s corroded," he called back. "Needs replacing." The door creaked open before he could finish, and he turned—only to freeze mid-sentence.
anusha stood in the doorway, one hand gripping the towel knotted above her breasts, the other resting on the doorframe. Droplets still glistened along her collarbone from her earlier shower, and the damp towel did little to conceal the curve of her hips. Keshav’s gaze flickered downward instinctively before he caught himself, wrenching his eyes back to the tile floor.
"I’ll have Ketan order the part," she said, stepping fully inside. The bathroom suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker. Keshav edged toward the door, but before he could slip past, a gleeful shriek cut through the tension.
The wrench slipped from Keshav's fingers with a clatter as anusha's daughter burst into the bathroom, giggling wildly. "Hide-and-seek!" the little girl shrieked, lunging for her mother's towel before either adult could react. The knot unraveled in one swift tug—fabric pooling at anusha's feet in a damp heap.
The water swallowed them whole. anusha's body arched against Keshav's—her breasts crushed against his chest, her thighs brushing his as they sank. Bubbles streamed past her face, and she opened her eyes to find his terrified gaze locked onto hers. Panic flashed across his features—*he couldn't swim*. She twisted in his arms, kicking hard to propel them upward. Their limbs tangled, her nipples scbanging against his soaked shirt as she hauled him toward the surface.
They broke through gasping. Keshav clutched at her shoulders, coughing, his fingers digging into her bare skin. "I've got you," anusha panted, her voice unsteady. The pool's edge was just inches away, but his weight dragged her under again. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, anchoring him as she kicked toward the ledge. Every movement pressed them closer—his stubble grazing her collarbone, his rough hands sliding down her slick back to grip her hips.
Keshav panics, unable to swim, and anusha struggles to keep them afloat as their bodies entangle intimately beneath the surface.
anusha barely registered it—her focus narrowed to the feel of Keshav's breath hot against her neck, the way his body shuddered against hers. She hooked an arm over the pool's edge, hauling them both up until his torso was halfway out of the water. His shirt clung transparent to his shoulders, and for a heartbeat, they simply stared at each other—dripping, breathless, and painfully aware of the inches between them.
Keshav's hands trembled where they gripped the pool's edge, his knuckles whitening as he tried to pull himself up—but his waterlogged clothes dragged him down. anusha pressed her palm flat against his back, pushing him upward with a firm shove. "Hold on," she murmured, her own breath still uneven. The moment his chest cleared the water, she scrambled onto the ledge beside him, droplets falling from her lashes as she blinked against the sunlight.
Keshav gasped for air, his chest heaving as he rolled onto the poolside tiles, water cascading off his clothes in rivulets. anusha knelt beside him, her bare skin glistening under the sun, her breathing ragged. The children’s distant laughter echoed from somewhere inside the house, blissfully unaware of the tension thickening the air between them.
"Are you—" anusha started, then stopped, her voice catching as Keshav’s gaze flickered down her body before snapping back to her face. She didn’t move to cover herself. The moment stretched, heavy with something unspoken, the heat of the afternoon pressing down on them both. Keshav’s throat worked as he swallowed hard, his fingers twitching against the wet tile like he wanted to reach for her but didn’t dare.
Then the back door slammed. "Mama!" her daughter’s voice rang out, followed by the patter of small feet. anusha jerked upright, scrambling for the discarded towel near the loungers. Keshav turned away sharply, his shoulders rigid, as she wrapped the damp fabric around herself. By the time the kids skidded to a stop at the pool’s edge, she was kneeling again, this time with the towel knotted securely at her chest.
"You *pushed* me," anusha scolded lightly, ruffling her daughter’s hair. The little girl giggled, entirely unrepentant. Keshav stood abruptly, water dripping from his sleeves. "I should—" he began, gesturing vaguely toward the house.
"The bathroom," anusha reminded him, her voice steadier now. "The flush." She didn’t meet his eyes.
Keshav cleared his throat, his damp shirt still clinging uncomfortably as he knelt by the toilet tank in the ensuite bathroom. His fingers fumbled with the rusted valve—not from the task’s complexity, but from the way his pulse still thrummed unevenly from the pool incident. The scent of chlorine lingered on his skin, mixing with the faint floral soap smell of the bathroom. He forced himself to focus, twisting the wrench until the mechanism finally gave way.
Outside the door, anusha’s muffled voice drifted through the wood. "Is it fixed?"
Keshav wiped his hands on his trousers, leaving streaks of water. "The valve’s corroded," he called back. "Needs replacing." The door creaked open before he could finish, and he turned—only to freeze mid-sentence.
anusha stood in the doorway, one hand gripping the towel knotted above her breasts, the other resting on the doorframe. Droplets still glistened along her collarbone from her earlier shower, and the damp towel did little to conceal the curve of her hips. Keshav’s gaze flickered downward instinctively before he caught himself, wrenching his eyes back to the tile floor.
"I’ll have Ketan order the part," she said, stepping fully inside. The bathroom suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker. Keshav edged toward the door, but before he could slip past, a gleeful shriek cut through the tension.
The wrench slipped from Keshav's fingers with a clatter as anusha's daughter burst into the bathroom, giggling wildly. "Hide-and-seek!" the little girl shrieked, lunging for her mother's towel before either adult could react. The knot unraveled in one swift tug—fabric pooling at anusha's feet in a damp heap.
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