22-09-2026, 09:26 PM
Tuesday was her real birthday. He kept his word. He called in more of his colleagues and hers, and ambushed her in the lab with a cake.
She stood surprised while they sang and cut. Their wishes landed warm. So did his gesture.
A few of the women teased her about a new glow, and joked that Rohan was the one putting it on her. Inside she panicked. Her face stayed easy. For him the tease was proof. She was glowing. He had not imagined it on Sunday.
Ever since the night, he had thought only of how to keep guilt off her, how to keep her happy, how to stay near her.
The glow talk sent his mind to Friday night. Kunal had said she liked it. The proof stood in front of him now. He felt happy for her. Proud, even. He did not name why.
When the others left, they sat in the lab. Study holidays had started. The students were gone. The lab became their private place, the way the park already was.
She tipped her head, eyes asking what.
“Nothing. Let me help clean.”
Through the week he filled every free hour. Campus corridors, the canteen, evening walks, long calls after she reached her flat. In front of him she smiled. She laughed when he asked her to. The studs he had put on her caught the light and she let people notice them.
At night the smile dropped. She cried into the pillow again, and in the morning she washed her eyes before he saw her.
Friday her period came on time. Relief went through her. She was not pregnant. For the first time since that night her head was clear.
Then she could think about what came next. She had to tell him.
The thought of his face if she told him made her chest tight. She did not want to break what they had. If she stayed quiet, he would still be hers. She could not see a life without him.
She stared at the ceiling until the fan blurred. If she hid it, she would live scared. She had both answers and no answer. The pillow was still damp from the nights before.
The following week she tried to tell him, more than once. She said his name. He looked up. Only air came out of her mouth. No words formed. Each time she gathered the strength, and each time her eyes met his, it left her.
That weekend they were on their bench under the big tree. He put his head in her lap and was asleep almost at once. He had been grading papers through the night.
She drew his face up, lifted the pallu, and took him under it. His cheek lay on the bare skin of her belly. Her breasts came down on his face, heavy, warm through the blouse. In his sleep he felt the softness and stayed there, easy.
She sat with him like that. Then the tears came. His eyes were shut, so a little air became a word.
“Rohan.”
He did not move.
“I did something bad. With Kunal.”
The first tears hit the pallu and ran to his face. He woke to the wet. He kept his eyes shut.
“Do not be angry at Kunal. I did it. I asked.”
She had to stop. Then she put her mouth near his hair.
“I cannot live without you. Forgive me.”
He was not ready to look at her and answer. Hearing her was enough. She still wanted him. Same as him. The fear in him eased.
She bent forward over him and slept too.
They woke a long while later.
“What happened. Your face looks like you cried.”
“Nothing like that.”
“Did anything happen back home.”
“No. I was just thinking about the past. Things I have done.”
“See. Even if you burn a village, I will stand with you. Right or wrong, I will always be with you.”
“I know.”
“But I cannot see you sad.”
“Okay.”
She wiped her face with the pallu and smiled. Saying it out loud, even while he slept, had given her a real relief.
That night she slept in peace. His words stayed with her, that he would stand with her, right or wrong.
At the duplex the fear had already left him. She had chosen him on the bench. What came back now was the other heat, the one from the lab, wanting to see what Friday had done to her. He sat at the hall computer. The explicit folder was there. His hand wanted it. He opened the first folder instead.
She was in the kasavu on the screen, so beautiful he had to sit with it. The pictures were enough. His mind filled in the night. He went to his room, lay on the cot, and moved on it the way he used to, seeing her taken, until he came.
A couple of days later he took a detour toward his side of town. When they passed his house without stopping, relief went through her. She was not ready to see Kunal yet.
Further on he stopped at a big travel agency. They went in, and he booked an all-inclusive beach resort in Goa for the honeymoon. The pictures of the place excited her. It sat far from the city, water around it, like an island of its own.
She took a brochure from the desk.
![[Image: ch13-05-goa.jpg]](https://i.ibb.co/LXk67t0N/ch13-05-goa.jpg)
In the car she opened it on her lap.
“So we are heading to Goa.”
“Yeah. Semester gets over, we get married, and straight to Goa. Been there?”
“No. First time.”
The pages were full of foreign couples in bikinis, women on their stomachs, bare backs in the sun. He waited for her to frown, to scold him for picking this. She kept looking, and her mouth had gone soft with wanting it.
“Did you look at the guest pictures.”
“Everyone is in their inners.”
“That is a bikini, not inners. That is how people dress on a beach.”
“I have been to beaches. Our people do not dress like that.”
“In this place even our people will be like that only. Will you come out of the room.”
“We will see when we get there. Once we are married I should follow my husband’s word, right.”
“Married or not, the choice will be yours. You know I will never ask.”
She remembered Kunal putting her naked on the street. She changed the subject.
“I am so happy to spend this vacation at your home with Ma. Not in my house. That place is a prison.”
“True. But I have to come back. Dean put me on syllabus revision. Grading and the bridge course also.”
“No problem. I have Ma, and her cupboard of things she bought for me.”
“I will rent a place near campus and bring you here before it opens.”
“I am waiting for that.”
Every night after that, both of them counted down the days to the wedding. She kept the brochure by her bed and looked at the water, the cottages, the empty sand.
As her cycle reached the middle, she wanted it again. She told her pussy it had already had too much. One month, then Goa, then him, without a stop. Her body took the point.
Their park visits changed. He did not ask now, and he did not wait. When he lay down he put his head inside her pallu at once. Once she asked what he was doing. He pulled her onto his lap, hip to hip, and drew his t-shirt over her head so she was inside it with him.
That weekend he was in her lap again, his head under the pallu, drool on the bare skin of her belly, looking at his phone. Her WhatsApp lit. The messages were from him. She laughed at what this idiot was doing and opened them.
The pictures were her in the kasavu. The night came back. Her nipples went hard. He was close enough, from inside the pallu, to see the change.
“Kunal sent this to you.”
“Yes. He said the rest of the studio photos are already with you.”
“Yes. I will show them later.”
“You look majestic. He knows how to get the best from women.”
“So I am ordinary in real life.”
“You are a goddess. He just stands in the right place.”
“That I am. He does couples. Why women.”
“Couples are fine. When the girl is alone with him, that is his best work.”
She thought of being alone with him. She changed the subject.
“Is he home?”
“No. After that weekend he took work. He has been travelling. He has not come back.”
“Okay.”
She looked at the pictures again. He saw her nipples standing through the blouse and bit one. The bite was less of a shock than him doing it.
“Ouch. That hurts.”
“Sorry. What should I do.”
She shifted, and the other nipple came to his mouth.
“Bite this.”
He did. Then she started tickling him, and they kept at it on the bench.
That night she could not sleep. The heat was back. Her hand went to the phone. She opened the pictures. She put her other hand between her legs. The hair had grown a little. Her fingers came away shining. Tomorrow she would shave.
Sleep still would not come. She got up and went to the kitchen on quiet feet.
The vegetable basket had carrots. She wanted one as thick as him. A long one came close in length. Even the thickest was not half of him. She took that one.
![[Image: ch13-06-carrot.jpg]](https://i.ibb.co/4ntL3S46/ch13-06-carrot.jpg)
In her room she shut the door and pulled her nightie up. This time she did it the right way. She set the tip at her hole and pushed. It went in. When she drew it back, it shone. A sound left her mouth on the first slide.
She worked it in and out. Each time she pulled it back, it made a sound. She bit the pillow, then let go of it, and the moan got out. It was not him. It was still enough to chase. She pushed until only the fat head sat outside her, and her wrist was not enough.
She got off the bed and went to the foot of the cot. There was a rail there. She pressed the head of the carrot against it so it would not slip, then lowered herself onto it. She rose and came down harder. The moan that came out was loud.
The knock hit the door at the same time she came. Her pussy pulled, and the last of the carrot went in.
“Isha, are you alright. Open the door.”
“I am fine. Coming now.”
She pulled her nightie down. The carrot was inside her, with nothing left to hold. She opened the door.
Sneha stood there. “I heard a noise. I thought a cat had come in. Why are you sweating.”
She looked past Isha into the room. The bed was a mess. The rest of the room looked ordinary.
“Nothing, didi. You go to sleep.”
Her face was hot. She was scared. The carrot was still inside her.
“Okay. Good night.”
Sneha went.
Isha shut the door and lay down. She was scared it would not come out. Then she felt the head at her hole again, slow. She caught it, pulled the whole carrot out, and threw it away.
The next nights she wanted it more. She was scared of the carrot now. She wished she had the vibrator in Kunal’s room. She had missed asking him for it that day. She had no idea how to buy one.
Her pussy had had a taste. It asked again and again. Her answer was the number of days left to the wedding.
Ten days before the wedding, Rohan’s father called.
“Your grandfather is in hospital. The doctor says he will hold till the wedding.”
In the village the wedding work kept stopping. Grandfather’s health came first every time.
Rohan knew how much she wanted that day. He did not want to scare her. His father had already told her parents. He kept the worst of it off her.
Five days before the wedding they were packing their bags. Then the news came. Grandfather had died.
They went straight to the village. Saroja, her father, and Praveen were already there.
They sat with it through the morning. Then Rohan’s father spoke to the house.
“He lived a big life. This is him going to heaven. That was his last wish. We will treat it that way.”
Relatives came to Rohan and Isha.
“Now you two can have a proper wedding. The worry is over.”
A few of Rohan’s colleagues had come from Pune. Isha went back with them.
Kunal reached the village that evening, after he heard, and stayed with Rohan through the next days.
Rohan had to stay. There were rites and papers still to finish.
She stood surprised while they sang and cut. Their wishes landed warm. So did his gesture.
A few of the women teased her about a new glow, and joked that Rohan was the one putting it on her. Inside she panicked. Her face stayed easy. For him the tease was proof. She was glowing. He had not imagined it on Sunday.
Ever since the night, he had thought only of how to keep guilt off her, how to keep her happy, how to stay near her.
The glow talk sent his mind to Friday night. Kunal had said she liked it. The proof stood in front of him now. He felt happy for her. Proud, even. He did not name why.
When the others left, they sat in the lab. Study holidays had started. The students were gone. The lab became their private place, the way the park already was.
She tipped her head, eyes asking what.
“Nothing. Let me help clean.”
Through the week he filled every free hour. Campus corridors, the canteen, evening walks, long calls after she reached her flat. In front of him she smiled. She laughed when he asked her to. The studs he had put on her caught the light and she let people notice them.
At night the smile dropped. She cried into the pillow again, and in the morning she washed her eyes before he saw her.
Friday her period came on time. Relief went through her. She was not pregnant. For the first time since that night her head was clear.
Then she could think about what came next. She had to tell him.
The thought of his face if she told him made her chest tight. She did not want to break what they had. If she stayed quiet, he would still be hers. She could not see a life without him.
She stared at the ceiling until the fan blurred. If she hid it, she would live scared. She had both answers and no answer. The pillow was still damp from the nights before.
The following week she tried to tell him, more than once. She said his name. He looked up. Only air came out of her mouth. No words formed. Each time she gathered the strength, and each time her eyes met his, it left her.
That weekend they were on their bench under the big tree. He put his head in her lap and was asleep almost at once. He had been grading papers through the night.
She drew his face up, lifted the pallu, and took him under it. His cheek lay on the bare skin of her belly. Her breasts came down on his face, heavy, warm through the blouse. In his sleep he felt the softness and stayed there, easy.
She sat with him like that. Then the tears came. His eyes were shut, so a little air became a word.
“Rohan.”
He did not move.
“I did something bad. With Kunal.”
The first tears hit the pallu and ran to his face. He woke to the wet. He kept his eyes shut.
“Do not be angry at Kunal. I did it. I asked.”
She had to stop. Then she put her mouth near his hair.
“I cannot live without you. Forgive me.”
He was not ready to look at her and answer. Hearing her was enough. She still wanted him. Same as him. The fear in him eased.
She bent forward over him and slept too.
They woke a long while later.
“What happened. Your face looks like you cried.”
“Nothing like that.”
“Did anything happen back home.”
“No. I was just thinking about the past. Things I have done.”
“See. Even if you burn a village, I will stand with you. Right or wrong, I will always be with you.”
“I know.”
“But I cannot see you sad.”
“Okay.”
She wiped her face with the pallu and smiled. Saying it out loud, even while he slept, had given her a real relief.
That night she slept in peace. His words stayed with her, that he would stand with her, right or wrong.
At the duplex the fear had already left him. She had chosen him on the bench. What came back now was the other heat, the one from the lab, wanting to see what Friday had done to her. He sat at the hall computer. The explicit folder was there. His hand wanted it. He opened the first folder instead.
She was in the kasavu on the screen, so beautiful he had to sit with it. The pictures were enough. His mind filled in the night. He went to his room, lay on the cot, and moved on it the way he used to, seeing her taken, until he came.
A couple of days later he took a detour toward his side of town. When they passed his house without stopping, relief went through her. She was not ready to see Kunal yet.
Further on he stopped at a big travel agency. They went in, and he booked an all-inclusive beach resort in Goa for the honeymoon. The pictures of the place excited her. It sat far from the city, water around it, like an island of its own.
She took a brochure from the desk.
In the car she opened it on her lap.
“So we are heading to Goa.”
“Yeah. Semester gets over, we get married, and straight to Goa. Been there?”
“No. First time.”
The pages were full of foreign couples in bikinis, women on their stomachs, bare backs in the sun. He waited for her to frown, to scold him for picking this. She kept looking, and her mouth had gone soft with wanting it.
“Did you look at the guest pictures.”
“Everyone is in their inners.”
“That is a bikini, not inners. That is how people dress on a beach.”
“I have been to beaches. Our people do not dress like that.”
“In this place even our people will be like that only. Will you come out of the room.”
“We will see when we get there. Once we are married I should follow my husband’s word, right.”
“Married or not, the choice will be yours. You know I will never ask.”
She remembered Kunal putting her naked on the street. She changed the subject.
“I am so happy to spend this vacation at your home with Ma. Not in my house. That place is a prison.”
“True. But I have to come back. Dean put me on syllabus revision. Grading and the bridge course also.”
“No problem. I have Ma, and her cupboard of things she bought for me.”
“I will rent a place near campus and bring you here before it opens.”
“I am waiting for that.”
Every night after that, both of them counted down the days to the wedding. She kept the brochure by her bed and looked at the water, the cottages, the empty sand.
As her cycle reached the middle, she wanted it again. She told her pussy it had already had too much. One month, then Goa, then him, without a stop. Her body took the point.
Their park visits changed. He did not ask now, and he did not wait. When he lay down he put his head inside her pallu at once. Once she asked what he was doing. He pulled her onto his lap, hip to hip, and drew his t-shirt over her head so she was inside it with him.
That weekend he was in her lap again, his head under the pallu, drool on the bare skin of her belly, looking at his phone. Her WhatsApp lit. The messages were from him. She laughed at what this idiot was doing and opened them.
The pictures were her in the kasavu. The night came back. Her nipples went hard. He was close enough, from inside the pallu, to see the change.
“Kunal sent this to you.”
“Yes. He said the rest of the studio photos are already with you.”
“Yes. I will show them later.”
“You look majestic. He knows how to get the best from women.”
“So I am ordinary in real life.”
“You are a goddess. He just stands in the right place.”
“That I am. He does couples. Why women.”
“Couples are fine. When the girl is alone with him, that is his best work.”
She thought of being alone with him. She changed the subject.
“Is he home?”
“No. After that weekend he took work. He has been travelling. He has not come back.”
“Okay.”
She looked at the pictures again. He saw her nipples standing through the blouse and bit one. The bite was less of a shock than him doing it.
“Ouch. That hurts.”
“Sorry. What should I do.”
She shifted, and the other nipple came to his mouth.
“Bite this.”
He did. Then she started tickling him, and they kept at it on the bench.
That night she could not sleep. The heat was back. Her hand went to the phone. She opened the pictures. She put her other hand between her legs. The hair had grown a little. Her fingers came away shining. Tomorrow she would shave.
Sleep still would not come. She got up and went to the kitchen on quiet feet.
The vegetable basket had carrots. She wanted one as thick as him. A long one came close in length. Even the thickest was not half of him. She took that one.
In her room she shut the door and pulled her nightie up. This time she did it the right way. She set the tip at her hole and pushed. It went in. When she drew it back, it shone. A sound left her mouth on the first slide.
She worked it in and out. Each time she pulled it back, it made a sound. She bit the pillow, then let go of it, and the moan got out. It was not him. It was still enough to chase. She pushed until only the fat head sat outside her, and her wrist was not enough.
She got off the bed and went to the foot of the cot. There was a rail there. She pressed the head of the carrot against it so it would not slip, then lowered herself onto it. She rose and came down harder. The moan that came out was loud.
The knock hit the door at the same time she came. Her pussy pulled, and the last of the carrot went in.
“Isha, are you alright. Open the door.”
“I am fine. Coming now.”
She pulled her nightie down. The carrot was inside her, with nothing left to hold. She opened the door.
Sneha stood there. “I heard a noise. I thought a cat had come in. Why are you sweating.”
She looked past Isha into the room. The bed was a mess. The rest of the room looked ordinary.
“Nothing, didi. You go to sleep.”
Her face was hot. She was scared. The carrot was still inside her.
“Okay. Good night.”
Sneha went.
Isha shut the door and lay down. She was scared it would not come out. Then she felt the head at her hole again, slow. She caught it, pulled the whole carrot out, and threw it away.
The next nights she wanted it more. She was scared of the carrot now. She wished she had the vibrator in Kunal’s room. She had missed asking him for it that day. She had no idea how to buy one.
Her pussy had had a taste. It asked again and again. Her answer was the number of days left to the wedding.
Ten days before the wedding, Rohan’s father called.
“Your grandfather is in hospital. The doctor says he will hold till the wedding.”
In the village the wedding work kept stopping. Grandfather’s health came first every time.
Rohan knew how much she wanted that day. He did not want to scare her. His father had already told her parents. He kept the worst of it off her.
Five days before the wedding they were packing their bags. Then the news came. Grandfather had died.
They went straight to the village. Saroja, her father, and Praveen were already there.
They sat with it through the morning. Then Rohan’s father spoke to the house.
“He lived a big life. This is him going to heaven. That was his last wish. We will treat it that way.”
Relatives came to Rohan and Isha.
“Now you two can have a proper wedding. The worry is over.”
A few of Rohan’s colleagues had come from Pune. Isha went back with them.
Kunal reached the village that evening, after he heard, and stayed with Rohan through the next days.
Rohan had to stay. There were rites and papers still to finish.
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