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(CHAPTER CONTD)
Hemant woke the next morning with a surprising clarity in his mind, the phantom images of Kirti and Vishal already fading like morning mist under the Rajasthan sun. He stretched in his bed, muscles still tight from yesterday's travel, but his spirit felt lighter than it had in months. One week. That's all he had before Shanghai called him back, before his Triad business demanded his attention and the Triad empire required his careful dismantling.
He made peace with it.
Morning found him in his backyard, sweat slicking his bare chest as he moved through Kalari forms he'd practiced since childhood. His custom shooting gallery stood at the far end—but today his body craved the ancient discipline more than trigger time. Each strike flowed into the next, his balance perfect, his breathing controlled. Sifu Kwok's teachings merged seamlessly with what he'd known before.
He trained until noon, ate a sparse lunch, then settled in his living room with the energy company's new proposals and Tech firm upgrades spread across the coffee table. Paperwork. The tedious reality of running a legitimate business front for criminal enterprises. His eyes scanned columns of chemical descriptions and material quantities, his mind only half-engaged.
The sound of an engine shattered his focus.
Hemant set down his pen and walked to the doorway, frowning at the dust cloud approaching his villa. A motorcycle materialized from the haze—a Hero Honda Splendor, the 2004 model he recognized instantly. His breath caught when the rider removed her helmet.
Kirti.
She dismounted with sharp, angry movements, her Air Force uniform crisp despite the ride. Her boots hit the gravel path with purpose as she stormed toward his door, fire blazing in her eyes.
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"You stupid bastard."
The words hit him like a slap. Hemant blinked, momentarily speechless.
"You've been avoiding me"
She stopped inches from him, jabbing a finger at his chest.
"Keeping your distance like I'm a stranger. You think I'm with Vishal now, don't you?"
"I believe what I see" His voice came out harder than intended.
"Besides you turned me down. You've made it obvious!"
"I turned you down because you talked to my father before talking to me!"
Her voice cracked with frustration. The accusation hung between them. Hemant's mind raced, recalibrating everything he thought he knew.
"You went to my father" she continued, her voice trembling.
"Asked for permission like I was property to be transferred. Do you know how that felt? Like my choice didn't matter. Like I wasn't even worth asking directly"
"I thought—" He stopped, the words dying in his throat.
"You thought wrong" Kirti's eyes glistened, but her chin stayed lifted.
"And then you disappeared. Vanished into your international spec ops and shadow wars without a single word to me"
"Why does it matter now? You have Vishal now!" Hemant's control slipped.
"Spreading your legs for him while I—"
The crack of her palm across his cheek echoed through the doorway. Kirti's chest heaved, tears threatening at the corners of her eyes.
"Vishal is already betrothed you idiot. His family arranged it years ago—to his childhood sweetheart from a neighboring province. He's been clear about that from the start"
"Then why—" Hemant touched his stinging cheek.
"The camping trip. The whispers. Everyone said—"
"Everyone assumed." Her voice dropped to something raw and wounded.
"I've been strugglin. Struggling because the man I love vanished into the world of criminals and black ops without looking back"
The words registered slowly.
"What did you just say?"
Kirti's anger deflated, replaced by something vulnerable and terrified. She swallowed hard.
"I said I love you. You idiot"
Hemant went pale, not knowing how to react, caught in a trance
"From the moment you spoke to my father about marriage"
A tear escaped, tracing a path down her cheek.
"A man who values family enough to seek blessing before pursuit—who honors tradition while fighting for what's right—I've been yours since then. I just couldn't forgive you for not asking me first"
Hemant didn't respond with words.
His hand found her waist, pulling her flush against him as his mouth claimed hers. Kirti froze for a heartbeat—two—then melted into him with a desperate sound. Her fingers raked up his sides, slipping beneath his tank top to trace the hard planes of his abdomen.
The kiss deepened, tasting of desperation and longing. Her uniform scbangd against his bare skin as she tugged the tank top over his head, their mouths separating only long enough to discard the fabric. He explored her face with his lips—the curve of her jaw, the sensitive spot beneath her ear—drawing soft moans that made his blood sing.
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"Inside" he murmured against her throat.
She nodded, and he walked her backward through the doorway, his hands working carefully at her uniform buttons. Each piece of fabric that fell away revealed more of the body he'd only imagined—lean muscle and soft curves, fire and steel exactly as he'd envisioned.
They reached the bedroom, and he gave her space. Kirti finished undressing with quick, efficient movements while he shed his remaining clothes.
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Then they stood before each other, bare and vulnerable, years of want reflected in each other's eyes.
Hemant pulled her onto the bed, wrapping them both in sheets as he settled above her. Their foreheads touched, breath mingling in the small space between them.
"I've been waiting months for this!!!" she whispered.
He reached down, positioning himself at her entrance. Kirti whimpered as he pushed forward, her body resisting before gradually yielding. She was impossibly tight—velvet heat gripping him inch by inch until he filled her completely.
"Aaahhhhhh!"
They stayed like that, frozen in the overwhelming intimacy of connection. Her walls pulsed around him, adjusting to his size.
Then he began to move.
His initial strokes were tender, reverent—worshipping her body with the gentleness he'd dreamed of for years. Kirti's hands traced his shoulders, marveling at how such a powerful man could touch her so softly.
"Ahh....Hemant...ahhh...this feels...ahhh...so good...aahhhh" She moaned his name like a prayer.
Something shifted in him. The tenderness gave way to hunger—months of wanting rising to the surface. His pace quickened, hips driving forward with increasing force. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuated by her rising cries.
thhupp....thhhuuupp.....thhuupp....
"Ahhh yess....harder....ahhh...harder....yesssss" she begged.
"YEsss...yesss....FUCKING DESTROY ME!!! AHH!!!"
He obeyed. The bed creaked beneath them as he pounded into her, her nails carving red lines down his back. Kirti wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust.
"I'm close.....I'm...Ahhhh....ahhh..." she gasped.
Hemant released his restraint. His final strokes were relentless, driving her over the edge with a scream that echoed off the walls. Her body clenched around him—death grip tight—and he followed her into oblivion with a groan.
thhuuupp..........thuuuuppp..........thuuppp
"AHHHH HEMANT AAHHHH!!!"
"RRGGHHHH.......HGGGHHHH!"
Spurt after spurt of warmth filled her as he collapsed beside her, both gasping for breath. He brushed sweat-dampened hair from her face, drinking in her satisfied expression.
"I love you" he breathed.
Kirti smiled, radiant and real.
"I love you too"
They lay tangled together, healing in each other's arms. Sweat cooled on their tangled bodies as the ceiling fan whirred overhead, its lazy rotation pushing warm air across their bare skin. Hemant traced absent patterns on Kirti's shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of her breathing against his chest. Neither spoke. The silence held weight—months of misunderstanding and suppressed longing finally given room to breathe.
Kirti shifted first.
Her leg dragged across his thigh, deliberate and slow. She tilted her head up, chin resting on his sternum, meeting his eyes with an expression caught between satisfaction and hunger. The fire hadn't extinguished. It banked itself, waiting for fuel.
"Lets do it....again!" she murmured.
Hemant's hand found the curve of her hip, fingers pressing into the firm muscle beneath soft skin.
"You're incredible"
"I can say the same about you" Her lips brushed his collarbone.
"Plus....I think I am already addicted to you!"
He answered by pulling her mouth to his. The kiss started tender—relearning the territory he'd only just claimed—but Kirti deepened it immediately. Her tongue swept past his lips, hungry and demanding. She pressed her body flush against his side, and he felt her nipples harden against his ribs.
His hand slid from her hip to her breast, palming the supple flesh. Kirti gasped into his mouth when his thumb circled her nipple, the bud tightening under his touch. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her throat, tasting salt and warmth, following the column of her neck to the hollow beneath her ear.
"Your body" he breathed against her skin.
"Its amazing!!!"
"Really?" Her fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him lower.
"Then show me how amazing I am!!!!"
Hemant obeyed the pressure. His mouth traveled down, tracing the plane of her chest until his lips found her breast. He drew her nipple in, tongue swirling around the tight peak, and Kirti's back arched off the bed. A sharp moan tore from her throat.
"Mhhmmm....you have some skills my beautiful man!!!"
He lavished attention on her, alternating between gentle sucking and firm strokes of his tongue. His hand attended to her other breast, rolling and pinching the neglected nipple. Kirti's breath came faster, her hips rolling against nothing, seeking friction that wasn't there yet.
"mhhmm....okay enough." She pushed at his shoulder, urging him onto his back.
"Let me show you how amazing you are!!!"
Hemant complied, settling against the pillows as Kirti rose above him. The afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting golden stripes across her lean figure. He drank in the sight—the defined muscles of her abdomen, the swell of her breasts still glistening from his attention, the wild tangle of her hair falling past her shoulders.
She straddled his thighs, her wet heat pressing against his leg. Her hand wrapped around his length, already stirring back to life. The touch was electric. Her grip was firm, strokes measured and deliberate.
"Get used to this Lover!!!" she said, working him slowly.
"From now on.....we will be doing this a lot!!!"
"Kirti—"
"Shh" She squeezed the base of his cock, making him groan.
"Enjoy the moment Hemant....enjoy this!"
He surrendered to her rhythm. Her hand moved with practiced efficiency, twisting on the upstroke, thumb circling the sensitive head. Blood rushed downward, filling him under her touch. She watched his face as she worked him, studying every flicker of pleasure.
"You like when I do this?" she observed.
He was. The pressure built at the base of his spine, tightening with each stroke. But Kirti must have felt it too, because she released him before he could reach the edge. He growled in frustration, and she laughed—bright and genuine.
"Or...when I do..."
She positioned herself above him, guiding his length to her entrance. The tip pressed against her slick folds, parting them. Hemant's hands flew to her hips, steadying her as she sank down.
"Ttthhhisssssss!!!"
The descent was excruciating. Inch by inch, she took him in, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Her breath caught, held, then released in a shuddering moan when she finally bottomed out, her clit pressed flush against his pelvis.
"OHHHH Wow.....its better than the first time!!!!" she whispered.
"I feel all of you Hemant.....you feel so good!!!!"
Hemant couldn't form words. The sensation overwhelmed him—tight heat gripping him completely, the visual of her poised above him like a goddess of war and desire. His fingers dug into her hips, fighting the urge to thrust.
Kirti began to move.
She started slow, rolling her hips in deep circles that dragged him against every sensitive spot inside her. Her head fell back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. Each movement drew a soft sound from her lips—gasps and sighs that made Hemant's blood sing.
"Faster" he managed.
"Be Patient Lover!!" She leaned forward, changing the angle.
"This is a special moment for us....every feeling....every movement matters...plus this time I am in control!"
The shift in position pressed her clit against him with each rotation. Her movements grew jerkier, less controlled. Hemant watched a bead of sweat trace down her sternum, disappearing between her breasts.
He couldn't stay passive.
His hand found her breast, kneading the flesh as she rode him. His other hand slid between them, thumb locating the swollen bud at her apex. He pressed down in time with her rhythm.
"Ohhhh yes Hemant.....they're all yours now....use them!!"
Kirti's moan broke high and desperate.
"YESS....Pinch them.....maul them........Ahhhh!"
She picked up speed. The lazy circles gave way to urgent bouncing, her thighs flexing as she drove herself onto him again and again. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room—wet, obscene, perfect.
"Ahh.....Hemant—say my name—Ahhh"
"Ugghh....Kirti—"
"Ahh...Not that.....my other name....ahh...ahh!!!!" She shook her head, breathless.
He blinked, fogged with pleasure.
"Kira?"
"Yessss. That. Yessss....Say it again" A shudder ran through her.
"Arrghhh....ugghhh....Kira....uggghh"
The name rolled off his tongue, syllables stretching with his mounting release.
"Kira—You feel so good!!!"
She keened, riding him harder. Her walls clenched around him rhythmically, gripping him like a velvet vice. He thrust up to meet her, unable to hold back, their bodies slamming together with desperate urgency.
"Kira—I'm going to—"
"Good....cum in your woman lover!!!!"
She grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head as she bounced faster.
"Cum in me......mark me again as your own!!!!!"
The permission shattered him.
Hemant exploded with a roar, her callsign tearing from his throat as pulse after pulse of heat flooded her depths. His hips jerked upward, burying himself to the hilt as he spent himself completely.
"UHGGHH....KIRA......MY KIRA......OHHHH......ARRRGGHHHH!!"
Kirti followed him over the edge. Her entire body seized, walls clamping down as her orgasm ripped through her. She collapsed forward, chest pressed against his, tremors shaking her frame as aftershocks rolled through her body.
"OHHH YESSS HEMANT!!!! YOU'VE CLAIMED ME AGAIN!!!! AHHH!!"
They lay tangled together, breath ragged and hearts pounding in tandem. Hemant's arms wrapped around her back, holding her close as the trembling subsided. Her face pressed into his neck, lips brushing his pulse point.
"Kira" he murmured into her hair.
She hummed, satisfied.
"I love it when you call me that."
"I'll never stop calling you that from now on"
The afternoon sun crept across the floor as they held each other, the world outside forgotten. No Triads, no SENTINEL, no shadow wars. Just two bodies, finally where they belonged.
Kirti's breathing slowed into sleep. Hemant stayed awake a while longer, watching dust motes drift through golden light, memorizing the weight of her in his arms.
Golden light slanted through the curtains when Hemant's eyes snapped open. A wet heat surrounded his cock, urgent and insistent. He gasped, hips jerking upward on instinct, and looked down to find Kirti's head bobbing beneath the sheet.
"Kira—"
The sound of her callsign made her hum around him. The vibration shot straight to his spine. Her lips stretched tight around his girth, cheeks hollowing as she pulled back to tongue the sensitive head. One hand gripped the base of his shaft while the other pressed firmly against his hip, holding him in place.
He'd been dreaming of something innocent—the training grounds at Nal, maybe, or the port in Shanghai. The contrast between those mundane images and the wet paradise currently consuming him made his head spin.
"You—" He swallowed hard.
"You're trying to kill me."
Kirti pulled off with an obscene pop, saliva connecting her swollen lips to his twitching length. Her eyes glittered with mischief in the amber afternoon light.
"You slept through the whole afternoon" Her hand continued stroking him, slow and deliberate.
"I got bored"
"How long—"
"Long enough" She ducked back down, taking him deep. Her throat relaxed as she swallowed, and Hemant's words died in a strangled groan.
His hands found her hair without conscious thought. Not pushing—never pushing—but anchoring himself as sensation overwhelmed reason. She worked him with expertise, varying her rhythm between long, slow slides and rapid flicks of her tongue. Each time he neared the edge, she sensed it, backing off just enough to keep him dangling.
"Kira." His voice came out wrecked.
"Please."
She hummed again, and this time she didn't stop. Her head bobbed faster, hand twisting in counterpoint to her mouth. Pressure built at the base of his spine, coiling tighter with each passing second.
"Going to—"
Kirti pulled back abruptly. He nearly sobbed at the loss.
"Not like that."
She crawled up his body, pressing kisses along his chest, his collarbone, his throat.
"I want you inside me...wanna feel you fill me again!"
Hemant didn't need further invitation.
He flipped her with a sudden motion that made her squeak in surprise. Her back hit the mattress, slender frame splayed beneath him like an offering. The evening light painted her skin in shades of copper and gold, highlighting the lean muscles of her stomach and the swell of her breasts.
"Beautiful" he murmured.
"My Kira"
She reached for him, arms wrapping around his neck.
"Less talking. More fucking."
He laughed—a full, genuine sound that felt foreign after months of shadows—and positioned himself between her thighs. She was already wet, her arousal slicking her folds and coating her inner thighs. The tip of his cock pressed against her entrance, and they both shuddered at the contact.
He pushed forward in one smooth thrust.
Kirti's back arched off the bed, a cry tearing from her throat. She was impossibly tight—always tight—but the angle let him sink deeper than before. Her walls fluttered around him, adjusting to his invasion.
"Hemant—" Her nails raked down his back.
"Ahhh...Move...darling....Ahhhh..."
He pulled back until only the head remained inside, then snapped his hips forward. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed through the room—wet, obscene, perfect. Kirti's moans climbed higher with each thrust, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.
"Godd YESS....AHHH.....FUCK ME....AHH!!"
The position gave him perfect control. He braced himself on his forearms, caging her slim body beneath his as he set a punishing rhythm. Each stroke drove her further into the mattress, her breasts bouncing with the force of his movements.
"Ahh...Harder Lover...Ahh.." Her voice came out strangled.
"Mhmm....I can take it....."
He obeyed.
His hips pistoned faster, the bed frame groaning in protest. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her chest, mingling with the sheen already coating her skin. The angle put constant pressure on her clit, and he felt her thighs begin to tremble.
"Close—so close—Ahhh....keep pistoning me.......ahhh yess!!! I AM HERE!!! AHHHHHHH!"
Hemant reached between them, thumb finding the swollen bud. He circled it in time with his thrusts, and Kirti shattered.
"AHHH FUCK YEAH HEMANT FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!!"
Her scream bounced off the walls as her orgasm crashed through her. Her walls clamped down, gripping him like a vice as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her frame. The sight of her undone—head thrown back, mouth open, eyes screwed shut—pushed Hemant over the edge behind her.
"Kira—ARRRGGGHHHH"
He buried himself to the hilt and released. Hot spurts filled her as he ground his hips in tight circles, milking every drop of pleasure from both of them. Her legs tightened around his waist, holding him deep as her own aftershocks slowly faded.
They collapsed together, a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and ragged breathing. Hemant rolled to the side, pulling her with him so they lay facing each other on the narrow bed. Her hair stuck to her forehead in wild strands, her lips swollen and red.
"That was—" She panted.
"Yeah."
They lay in comfortable silence as their heart rates slowly returned to normal. The golden light had deepened to amber, shadows lengthening across the floor. Evening prayers drifted from a distant mosque, the melodic call a familiar backdrop to their stillness.
Kirti stirred first.
She extracted herself from his limbs with care, wincing slightly as she sat up. His release trickled down her inner thigh, evidence of their coupling stark against her pale skin.
"Shower" she announced, swinging her legs over the edge of the mattress.
"I'm a mess."
Hemant propped himself on one elbow, watching her cross the room. The sway of her hips made his mouth go dry despite his recent release.
"Shall I join you?"
She turned at the bathroom door, a warning glint in her eye.
"Absolutely not. I've had enough of you inside me for one day" A smile softened the words.
"I need to recover before tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?"
Kirti's expression shifted to something softer.
"I have an early morning sortie tomorrow so I will come here every noon for the whole week. After all, now that I have a boyfriend in my life, I plan to be a very regular visitor"
The word boyfriend sounded foreign and precious in her mouth. Hemant's chest tightened with emotion he couldn't name.
"I'll be waiting."
She disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of running water filtered through the door, and Hemant fell back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling. The fan still whirred overhead, casting moving shadows across the walls.
His mind should have been racing—SENTINEL's restoration, the Triads, the shadow war waiting in Shanghai. Instead, he felt profoundly, unexpectedly calm. Kirti loved him. She'd always loved him. The weeks of torture, the jealous fantasies, the self-loathing—all of it had been built on a foundation of misunderstanding.
Twenty minutes later, Kirti emerged fully dressed in her Air Force uniform. Her hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, her face scrubbed clean. Only the slight flush on her cheeks betrayed what they'd spent the afternoon doing.
She stopped at the bedroom door, drinking him in one last time.
"Same time tomorrow?"
"I'll be counting the hours" Hemant grinned.
"Just no more jerking....I'll take care of that everyday for the week!" Kirti giggled.
She matched his smile, then turned and walked out. He heard her boots on the tile floor, the heavy creak of the front door opening, and then the distinctive rumble of her motorcycle engine roaring to life.
He rose from the bed and padded to the window, pulling back the curtain just in time to see her tear down the gravel path. Dust kicked up behind her wheels as she accelerated toward the main road, lean body hunched over the handlebars in that aggressive posture he knew so well.
The engine faded into the distance. The dust settled.
Hemant let the curtain fall and turned back to the empty room, the rumpled bed still carrying the shape of their bodies. Tomorrow suddenly felt very far away.
But she'd promised. And Kirti—the woman he'd loved from afar for so long, the ace pilot who'd outflown everyone's expectations, the fire and steel that now belonged to him—she never broke a promise.
He smiled to himself as he began straightening the sheets.
Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.
(CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)
He made peace with it.
Morning found him in his backyard, sweat slicking his bare chest as he moved through Kalari forms he'd practiced since childhood. His custom shooting gallery stood at the far end—but today his body craved the ancient discipline more than trigger time. Each strike flowed into the next, his balance perfect, his breathing controlled. Sifu Kwok's teachings merged seamlessly with what he'd known before.
He trained until noon, ate a sparse lunch, then settled in his living room with the energy company's new proposals and Tech firm upgrades spread across the coffee table. Paperwork. The tedious reality of running a legitimate business front for criminal enterprises. His eyes scanned columns of chemical descriptions and material quantities, his mind only half-engaged.
The sound of an engine shattered his focus.
Hemant set down his pen and walked to the doorway, frowning at the dust cloud approaching his villa. A motorcycle materialized from the haze—a Hero Honda Splendor, the 2004 model he recognized instantly. His breath caught when the rider removed her helmet.
Kirti.
She dismounted with sharp, angry movements, her Air Force uniform crisp despite the ride. Her boots hit the gravel path with purpose as she stormed toward his door, fire blazing in her eyes.
"You stupid bastard."
The words hit him like a slap. Hemant blinked, momentarily speechless.
"You've been avoiding me"
She stopped inches from him, jabbing a finger at his chest.
"Keeping your distance like I'm a stranger. You think I'm with Vishal now, don't you?"
"I believe what I see" His voice came out harder than intended.
"Besides you turned me down. You've made it obvious!"
"I turned you down because you talked to my father before talking to me!"
Her voice cracked with frustration. The accusation hung between them. Hemant's mind raced, recalibrating everything he thought he knew.
"You went to my father" she continued, her voice trembling.
"Asked for permission like I was property to be transferred. Do you know how that felt? Like my choice didn't matter. Like I wasn't even worth asking directly"
"I thought—" He stopped, the words dying in his throat.
"You thought wrong" Kirti's eyes glistened, but her chin stayed lifted.
"And then you disappeared. Vanished into your international spec ops and shadow wars without a single word to me"
"Why does it matter now? You have Vishal now!" Hemant's control slipped.
"Spreading your legs for him while I—"
The crack of her palm across his cheek echoed through the doorway. Kirti's chest heaved, tears threatening at the corners of her eyes.
"Vishal is already betrothed you idiot. His family arranged it years ago—to his childhood sweetheart from a neighboring province. He's been clear about that from the start"
"Then why—" Hemant touched his stinging cheek.
"The camping trip. The whispers. Everyone said—"
"Everyone assumed." Her voice dropped to something raw and wounded.
"I've been strugglin. Struggling because the man I love vanished into the world of criminals and black ops without looking back"
The words registered slowly.
"What did you just say?"
Kirti's anger deflated, replaced by something vulnerable and terrified. She swallowed hard.
"I said I love you. You idiot"
Hemant went pale, not knowing how to react, caught in a trance
"From the moment you spoke to my father about marriage"
A tear escaped, tracing a path down her cheek.
"A man who values family enough to seek blessing before pursuit—who honors tradition while fighting for what's right—I've been yours since then. I just couldn't forgive you for not asking me first"
Hemant didn't respond with words.
His hand found her waist, pulling her flush against him as his mouth claimed hers. Kirti froze for a heartbeat—two—then melted into him with a desperate sound. Her fingers raked up his sides, slipping beneath his tank top to trace the hard planes of his abdomen.
The kiss deepened, tasting of desperation and longing. Her uniform scbangd against his bare skin as she tugged the tank top over his head, their mouths separating only long enough to discard the fabric. He explored her face with his lips—the curve of her jaw, the sensitive spot beneath her ear—drawing soft moans that made his blood sing.
"Inside" he murmured against her throat.
She nodded, and he walked her backward through the doorway, his hands working carefully at her uniform buttons. Each piece of fabric that fell away revealed more of the body he'd only imagined—lean muscle and soft curves, fire and steel exactly as he'd envisioned.
They reached the bedroom, and he gave her space. Kirti finished undressing with quick, efficient movements while he shed his remaining clothes.
Then they stood before each other, bare and vulnerable, years of want reflected in each other's eyes.
Hemant pulled her onto the bed, wrapping them both in sheets as he settled above her. Their foreheads touched, breath mingling in the small space between them.
"I've been waiting months for this!!!" she whispered.
He reached down, positioning himself at her entrance. Kirti whimpered as he pushed forward, her body resisting before gradually yielding. She was impossibly tight—velvet heat gripping him inch by inch until he filled her completely.
"Aaahhhhhh!"
They stayed like that, frozen in the overwhelming intimacy of connection. Her walls pulsed around him, adjusting to his size.
Then he began to move.
His initial strokes were tender, reverent—worshipping her body with the gentleness he'd dreamed of for years. Kirti's hands traced his shoulders, marveling at how such a powerful man could touch her so softly.
"Ahh....Hemant...ahhh...this feels...ahhh...so good...aahhhh" She moaned his name like a prayer.
Something shifted in him. The tenderness gave way to hunger—months of wanting rising to the surface. His pace quickened, hips driving forward with increasing force. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuated by her rising cries.
thhupp....thhhuuupp.....thhuupp....
"Ahhh yess....harder....ahhh...harder....yesssss" she begged.
"YEsss...yesss....FUCKING DESTROY ME!!! AHH!!!"
He obeyed. The bed creaked beneath them as he pounded into her, her nails carving red lines down his back. Kirti wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust.
"I'm close.....I'm...Ahhhh....ahhh..." she gasped.
Hemant released his restraint. His final strokes were relentless, driving her over the edge with a scream that echoed off the walls. Her body clenched around him—death grip tight—and he followed her into oblivion with a groan.
thhuuupp..........thuuuuppp..........thuuppp
"AHHHH HEMANT AAHHHH!!!"
"RRGGHHHH.......HGGGHHHH!"
Spurt after spurt of warmth filled her as he collapsed beside her, both gasping for breath. He brushed sweat-dampened hair from her face, drinking in her satisfied expression.
"I love you" he breathed.
Kirti smiled, radiant and real.
"I love you too"
They lay tangled together, healing in each other's arms. Sweat cooled on their tangled bodies as the ceiling fan whirred overhead, its lazy rotation pushing warm air across their bare skin. Hemant traced absent patterns on Kirti's shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of her breathing against his chest. Neither spoke. The silence held weight—months of misunderstanding and suppressed longing finally given room to breathe.
Kirti shifted first.
Her leg dragged across his thigh, deliberate and slow. She tilted her head up, chin resting on his sternum, meeting his eyes with an expression caught between satisfaction and hunger. The fire hadn't extinguished. It banked itself, waiting for fuel.
"Lets do it....again!" she murmured.
Hemant's hand found the curve of her hip, fingers pressing into the firm muscle beneath soft skin.
"You're incredible"
"I can say the same about you" Her lips brushed his collarbone.
"Plus....I think I am already addicted to you!"
He answered by pulling her mouth to his. The kiss started tender—relearning the territory he'd only just claimed—but Kirti deepened it immediately. Her tongue swept past his lips, hungry and demanding. She pressed her body flush against his side, and he felt her nipples harden against his ribs.
His hand slid from her hip to her breast, palming the supple flesh. Kirti gasped into his mouth when his thumb circled her nipple, the bud tightening under his touch. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her throat, tasting salt and warmth, following the column of her neck to the hollow beneath her ear.
"Your body" he breathed against her skin.
"Its amazing!!!"
"Really?" Her fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him lower.
"Then show me how amazing I am!!!!"
Hemant obeyed the pressure. His mouth traveled down, tracing the plane of her chest until his lips found her breast. He drew her nipple in, tongue swirling around the tight peak, and Kirti's back arched off the bed. A sharp moan tore from her throat.
"Mhhmmm....you have some skills my beautiful man!!!"
He lavished attention on her, alternating between gentle sucking and firm strokes of his tongue. His hand attended to her other breast, rolling and pinching the neglected nipple. Kirti's breath came faster, her hips rolling against nothing, seeking friction that wasn't there yet.
"mhhmm....okay enough." She pushed at his shoulder, urging him onto his back.
"Let me show you how amazing you are!!!"
Hemant complied, settling against the pillows as Kirti rose above him. The afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting golden stripes across her lean figure. He drank in the sight—the defined muscles of her abdomen, the swell of her breasts still glistening from his attention, the wild tangle of her hair falling past her shoulders.
She straddled his thighs, her wet heat pressing against his leg. Her hand wrapped around his length, already stirring back to life. The touch was electric. Her grip was firm, strokes measured and deliberate.
"Get used to this Lover!!!" she said, working him slowly.
"From now on.....we will be doing this a lot!!!"
"Kirti—"
"Shh" She squeezed the base of his cock, making him groan.
"Enjoy the moment Hemant....enjoy this!"
He surrendered to her rhythm. Her hand moved with practiced efficiency, twisting on the upstroke, thumb circling the sensitive head. Blood rushed downward, filling him under her touch. She watched his face as she worked him, studying every flicker of pleasure.
"You like when I do this?" she observed.
He was. The pressure built at the base of his spine, tightening with each stroke. But Kirti must have felt it too, because she released him before he could reach the edge. He growled in frustration, and she laughed—bright and genuine.
"Or...when I do..."
She positioned herself above him, guiding his length to her entrance. The tip pressed against her slick folds, parting them. Hemant's hands flew to her hips, steadying her as she sank down.
"Ttthhhisssssss!!!"
The descent was excruciating. Inch by inch, she took him in, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Her breath caught, held, then released in a shuddering moan when she finally bottomed out, her clit pressed flush against his pelvis.
"OHHHH Wow.....its better than the first time!!!!" she whispered.
"I feel all of you Hemant.....you feel so good!!!!"
Hemant couldn't form words. The sensation overwhelmed him—tight heat gripping him completely, the visual of her poised above him like a goddess of war and desire. His fingers dug into her hips, fighting the urge to thrust.
Kirti began to move.
She started slow, rolling her hips in deep circles that dragged him against every sensitive spot inside her. Her head fell back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. Each movement drew a soft sound from her lips—gasps and sighs that made Hemant's blood sing.
"Faster" he managed.
"Be Patient Lover!!" She leaned forward, changing the angle.
"This is a special moment for us....every feeling....every movement matters...plus this time I am in control!"
The shift in position pressed her clit against him with each rotation. Her movements grew jerkier, less controlled. Hemant watched a bead of sweat trace down her sternum, disappearing between her breasts.
He couldn't stay passive.
His hand found her breast, kneading the flesh as she rode him. His other hand slid between them, thumb locating the swollen bud at her apex. He pressed down in time with her rhythm.
"Ohhhh yes Hemant.....they're all yours now....use them!!"
Kirti's moan broke high and desperate.
"YESS....Pinch them.....maul them........Ahhhh!"
She picked up speed. The lazy circles gave way to urgent bouncing, her thighs flexing as she drove herself onto him again and again. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room—wet, obscene, perfect.
"Ahh.....Hemant—say my name—Ahhh"
"Ugghh....Kirti—"
"Ahh...Not that.....my other name....ahh...ahh!!!!" She shook her head, breathless.
He blinked, fogged with pleasure.
"Kira?"
"Yessss. That. Yessss....Say it again" A shudder ran through her.
"Arrghhh....ugghhh....Kira....uggghh"
The name rolled off his tongue, syllables stretching with his mounting release.
"Kira—You feel so good!!!"
She keened, riding him harder. Her walls clenched around him rhythmically, gripping him like a velvet vice. He thrust up to meet her, unable to hold back, their bodies slamming together with desperate urgency.
"Kira—I'm going to—"
"Good....cum in your woman lover!!!!"
She grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head as she bounced faster.
"Cum in me......mark me again as your own!!!!!"
The permission shattered him.
Hemant exploded with a roar, her callsign tearing from his throat as pulse after pulse of heat flooded her depths. His hips jerked upward, burying himself to the hilt as he spent himself completely.
"UHGGHH....KIRA......MY KIRA......OHHHH......ARRRGGHHHH!!"
Kirti followed him over the edge. Her entire body seized, walls clamping down as her orgasm ripped through her. She collapsed forward, chest pressed against his, tremors shaking her frame as aftershocks rolled through her body.
"OHHH YESSS HEMANT!!!! YOU'VE CLAIMED ME AGAIN!!!! AHHH!!"
They lay tangled together, breath ragged and hearts pounding in tandem. Hemant's arms wrapped around her back, holding her close as the trembling subsided. Her face pressed into his neck, lips brushing his pulse point.
"Kira" he murmured into her hair.
She hummed, satisfied.
"I love it when you call me that."
"I'll never stop calling you that from now on"
The afternoon sun crept across the floor as they held each other, the world outside forgotten. No Triads, no SENTINEL, no shadow wars. Just two bodies, finally where they belonged.
Kirti's breathing slowed into sleep. Hemant stayed awake a while longer, watching dust motes drift through golden light, memorizing the weight of her in his arms.
Golden light slanted through the curtains when Hemant's eyes snapped open. A wet heat surrounded his cock, urgent and insistent. He gasped, hips jerking upward on instinct, and looked down to find Kirti's head bobbing beneath the sheet.
"Kira—"
The sound of her callsign made her hum around him. The vibration shot straight to his spine. Her lips stretched tight around his girth, cheeks hollowing as she pulled back to tongue the sensitive head. One hand gripped the base of his shaft while the other pressed firmly against his hip, holding him in place.
He'd been dreaming of something innocent—the training grounds at Nal, maybe, or the port in Shanghai. The contrast between those mundane images and the wet paradise currently consuming him made his head spin.
"You—" He swallowed hard.
"You're trying to kill me."
Kirti pulled off with an obscene pop, saliva connecting her swollen lips to his twitching length. Her eyes glittered with mischief in the amber afternoon light.
"You slept through the whole afternoon" Her hand continued stroking him, slow and deliberate.
"I got bored"
"How long—"
"Long enough" She ducked back down, taking him deep. Her throat relaxed as she swallowed, and Hemant's words died in a strangled groan.
His hands found her hair without conscious thought. Not pushing—never pushing—but anchoring himself as sensation overwhelmed reason. She worked him with expertise, varying her rhythm between long, slow slides and rapid flicks of her tongue. Each time he neared the edge, she sensed it, backing off just enough to keep him dangling.
"Kira." His voice came out wrecked.
"Please."
She hummed again, and this time she didn't stop. Her head bobbed faster, hand twisting in counterpoint to her mouth. Pressure built at the base of his spine, coiling tighter with each passing second.
"Going to—"
Kirti pulled back abruptly. He nearly sobbed at the loss.
"Not like that."
She crawled up his body, pressing kisses along his chest, his collarbone, his throat.
"I want you inside me...wanna feel you fill me again!"
Hemant didn't need further invitation.
He flipped her with a sudden motion that made her squeak in surprise. Her back hit the mattress, slender frame splayed beneath him like an offering. The evening light painted her skin in shades of copper and gold, highlighting the lean muscles of her stomach and the swell of her breasts.
"Beautiful" he murmured.
"My Kira"
She reached for him, arms wrapping around his neck.
"Less talking. More fucking."
He laughed—a full, genuine sound that felt foreign after months of shadows—and positioned himself between her thighs. She was already wet, her arousal slicking her folds and coating her inner thighs. The tip of his cock pressed against her entrance, and they both shuddered at the contact.
He pushed forward in one smooth thrust.
Kirti's back arched off the bed, a cry tearing from her throat. She was impossibly tight—always tight—but the angle let him sink deeper than before. Her walls fluttered around him, adjusting to his invasion.
"Hemant—" Her nails raked down his back.
"Ahhh...Move...darling....Ahhhh..."
He pulled back until only the head remained inside, then snapped his hips forward. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed through the room—wet, obscene, perfect. Kirti's moans climbed higher with each thrust, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.
"Godd YESS....AHHH.....FUCK ME....AHH!!"
The position gave him perfect control. He braced himself on his forearms, caging her slim body beneath his as he set a punishing rhythm. Each stroke drove her further into the mattress, her breasts bouncing with the force of his movements.
"Ahh...Harder Lover...Ahh.." Her voice came out strangled.
"Mhmm....I can take it....."
He obeyed.
His hips pistoned faster, the bed frame groaning in protest. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her chest, mingling with the sheen already coating her skin. The angle put constant pressure on her clit, and he felt her thighs begin to tremble.
"Close—so close—Ahhh....keep pistoning me.......ahhh yess!!! I AM HERE!!! AHHHHHHH!"
Hemant reached between them, thumb finding the swollen bud. He circled it in time with his thrusts, and Kirti shattered.
"AHHH FUCK YEAH HEMANT FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!!"
Her scream bounced off the walls as her orgasm crashed through her. Her walls clamped down, gripping him like a vice as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her frame. The sight of her undone—head thrown back, mouth open, eyes screwed shut—pushed Hemant over the edge behind her.
"Kira—ARRRGGGHHHH"
He buried himself to the hilt and released. Hot spurts filled her as he ground his hips in tight circles, milking every drop of pleasure from both of them. Her legs tightened around his waist, holding him deep as her own aftershocks slowly faded.
They collapsed together, a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and ragged breathing. Hemant rolled to the side, pulling her with him so they lay facing each other on the narrow bed. Her hair stuck to her forehead in wild strands, her lips swollen and red.
"That was—" She panted.
"Yeah."
They lay in comfortable silence as their heart rates slowly returned to normal. The golden light had deepened to amber, shadows lengthening across the floor. Evening prayers drifted from a distant mosque, the melodic call a familiar backdrop to their stillness.
Kirti stirred first.
She extracted herself from his limbs with care, wincing slightly as she sat up. His release trickled down her inner thigh, evidence of their coupling stark against her pale skin.
"Shower" she announced, swinging her legs over the edge of the mattress.
"I'm a mess."
Hemant propped himself on one elbow, watching her cross the room. The sway of her hips made his mouth go dry despite his recent release.
"Shall I join you?"
She turned at the bathroom door, a warning glint in her eye.
"Absolutely not. I've had enough of you inside me for one day" A smile softened the words.
"I need to recover before tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?"
Kirti's expression shifted to something softer.
"I have an early morning sortie tomorrow so I will come here every noon for the whole week. After all, now that I have a boyfriend in my life, I plan to be a very regular visitor"
The word boyfriend sounded foreign and precious in her mouth. Hemant's chest tightened with emotion he couldn't name.
"I'll be waiting."
She disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of running water filtered through the door, and Hemant fell back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling. The fan still whirred overhead, casting moving shadows across the walls.
His mind should have been racing—SENTINEL's restoration, the Triads, the shadow war waiting in Shanghai. Instead, he felt profoundly, unexpectedly calm. Kirti loved him. She'd always loved him. The weeks of torture, the jealous fantasies, the self-loathing—all of it had been built on a foundation of misunderstanding.
Twenty minutes later, Kirti emerged fully dressed in her Air Force uniform. Her hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, her face scrubbed clean. Only the slight flush on her cheeks betrayed what they'd spent the afternoon doing.
She stopped at the bedroom door, drinking him in one last time.
"Same time tomorrow?"
"I'll be counting the hours" Hemant grinned.
"Just no more jerking....I'll take care of that everyday for the week!" Kirti giggled.
She matched his smile, then turned and walked out. He heard her boots on the tile floor, the heavy creak of the front door opening, and then the distinctive rumble of her motorcycle engine roaring to life.
He rose from the bed and padded to the window, pulling back the curtain just in time to see her tear down the gravel path. Dust kicked up behind her wheels as she accelerated toward the main road, lean body hunched over the handlebars in that aggressive posture he knew so well.
The engine faded into the distance. The dust settled.
Hemant let the curtain fall and turned back to the empty room, the rumpled bed still carrying the shape of their bodies. Tomorrow suddenly felt very far away.
But she'd promised. And Kirti—the woman he'd loved from afar for so long, the ace pilot who'd outflown everyone's expectations, the fire and steel that now belonged to him—she never broke a promise.
He smiled to himself as he began straightening the sheets.
Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.
(CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)
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