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(CHAPTER CONTD)
The morning sun climbed high over Hemant's villa, heat shimmering off the Rajasthan landscape in waves. He stood in his backyard, shirtless, sweat already glossing his shoulders as he moved through the Kung Fu forms Sifu Kwok had drilled into him. Each stance flowed into the next—horse stance to bow stance, fluid transitions that blurred the line between dance and violence. His muscles coiled and released with practiced precision, the ancient discipline grounding him in the present moment.
After an hour, he shifted into Kalari. This was older, more familiar—the martial art of his ancestors. His bare feet slapped against the packed earth as he executed low sweeps and lightning strikes, body remembering what his mind had never forgotten. The custom shooting gallery stood at the far end of the yard, targets waiting in silent patience, but today his body craved movement over marksmanship.
The roar of an engine shattered his focus.
Hemant turned as dust billowed at the edge of his property. The Hero Honda Splendor cut through the haze, its rider hunched low over the handlebars with aggressive confidence. Kirti killed the engine and dismounted in one fluid motion, pulling off her helmet to reveal sweat-dampened hair pulled through the back of a tank top. Loose shorts rode high on her thighs, exposing lean muscle honed by cockpit drills and combat sorties.
"You're early" Hemant grabbed a towel, wiping his face and chest.
She watched him with open appreciation, gaze tracking droplets of sweat down his abdomen.
"Couldn't wait"
He crossed the yard to meet her, bare chest still heaving from exertion. Her fingers came up instinctively, tracing the definition of his pectorals before he pulled her close. The kiss was brief but promised more—a preview of what the day held.
"Give me ten minutes to shower."
"No" Her hand pressed flat against his sternum, pushing him back slightly.
"I like you like this. All sweaty and primal." A wicked grin curved her mouth.
"Help me with my gun skills!"
Hemant raised an eyebrow but retrieved two pistols from the lockbox beside the gallery—his personal old college beretta and a standard Air Force issue for her. He checked the chambers, loaded both, and offered her the familiar weapon.
"You want pointers or just target practice?"
"Both"
She stepped up to the marked position, adjusting her stance. Her posture was textbook perfect—shoulders squared, arms extended, feet planted wide. Professional muscle memory. He moved behind her. Close. Closer than instruction required.
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"Your grip is too tight"
His hands covered hers on the weapon, chest pressing against her back. He could feel the warmth radiating through her thin tank top.
"Loosen your fingers. Let the recoil find its own path"
Kirti exhaled shakily.
"This how you teach all your students?"
"Only the special ones."
She fired. The shot went wide left.
"Again"
His voice dropped lower, breath warm against her ear.
"Breathe in. Hold. Squeeze, don't pull"
Her back arch slightly, pressing closer into him. He felt her shoulder blades shift against his chest as she adjusted her aim. The second shot punched through the outer ring of the target—better, but not clean.
Hemant's hands slid from hers. One arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him while his free hand corrected her elbow position. The motion was innocent. The effect was anything but.
"You're distracting me" Her voice came out breathy.
"Am I?"
He rolled his hips forward, grinding against her. The evidence of his arousal pressed unmistakably against her lower back through his training shorts.
"That's a shame"
Kirti fired again. This time she didn't even check where the bullet landed. Her head fell back against his shoulder, a soft sigh escaping her lips when his roaming hand finally found its target—cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her tank top.
"Hemant—" His name came out half protest, half plea.
"Hmm?" He kneaded the flesh firmly, thumb finding the tight peak of her nipple through the material.
"Focus on your form, Kira"
"This isn't—"
She gasped when his other hand slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts.
"This isn't training."
"No?" His fingers traced lower, brushing the edge of her underwear.
"What would you call it?"
"A very good time" The words tumbled out between ragged breaths.
He chuckled darkly against her throat.
"That's one word for it"
Hemant released her suddenly, and she whimpered at the loss of contact. But he wasn't finished—just repositioning. He lifted her easily, setting her on the shooting table behind them.
![[Image: Kirti-and-Hemant12.png]](https://i.ibb.co/bDJxRG5/Kirti-and-Hemant12.png)
The metal surface was warm from the sun, solid beneath her weight. She reached for him, but he caught her wrists, pinning them beside her hips.
"Your issue today is not your handling....but rather a need for stress relief....let me make you light minded!!!!"
He tugged her shorts down in one swift motion, panties following. Kirti gasped at the sudden exposure, legs dangling off the table edge, her most intimate parts bared to the open air. The yard was enclosed, the villa isolated—no one for miles. But the thought that someone could see made her blood sing.
"Hemant, we're outside—"
"Relax Kira" He knelt between her thighs, breath hot against her slick folds.
"This place is isolated.....no one will hear or see you fall apart!!!"
His mouth found her before she could respond.
Kirti's head fell back, a moan tearing from her throat as his tongue traced her seam. He licked long and slow, savoring her taste, before focusing on the swollen bud at her apex. His hands climbed beneath her tank top, finding her breasts again, kneading and pinching as his mouth worked her relentlessly.
"Oh god—oh fuck—"
Her hips rolled against his face, chasing more friction. He gave it, increasing pressure and speed, tongue swirling in patterns that made her vision blur. One hand abandoned her breast to slip two fingers inside her waiting entrance, curling to find that spot only he seemed able to reach.
"Mhmm.....uhhhmmm.....Hemant—Hemant—I'm—"
She shattered with a scream that echoed across the empty landscape. Her thighs clamped around his head, hands fisting in his hair as waves of pleasure crashed through her. He worked her through it, gentling his touch as she trembled down from the peak.
But before her breathing normalized, he stood and shoved his shorts down. His cock stood rigid, flushed and leaking.
"Now for the best stress reliever!!!"
He pulled her to the edge of the table and thrust home in one smooth stroke.
"AHHHHH!!!!"
Kirti wailed, oversensitive walls clenching around his intrusion. The angle was deep—deeper than before—and each snap of his hips hit something devastating inside her. The table groaned beneath them, shifting with the force of his movements.
He drove into her relentlessly, sweat dripping from his brow onto her chest. The afternoon sun blazed overhead, casting harsh shadows across their tangled bodies. Her tank top bunched around her ribs, leaving her breasts bare to his hungry gaze. He leaned down to capture one nipple in his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
"Ahhhh......Again—cuummming again!!!!"
Her second orgasm rippled through her, walls clenching rhythmically around his length. He groaned against her chest, hips stuttering as his own release crashed forward. He buried himself deep, warmth flooding her depths as he pulsed inside her.
They stayed locked together, breathing ragged, hearts pounding in tandem. Eventually Hemant pulled back, offering her his hand. She took it, legs wobbling as she stood.
"I think I need that shower now" she managed.
The kitchen became its own battlefield.
They prepared lunch wearing nothing but borrowed shirts and satisfied smiles, passing ingredients back and forth with practiced ease. Hemant fed her bites of curry from his fingers, watching her lips close around each offering with deliberate slowness.
"Your cooking needs work" she teased.
"My cooking is perfect"
He pressed against her from behind, hands settling on her hips as she stirred.
"You're just used to the bland food from the Air Force canteen!"
"My boyfriend has different skills!"
He nipped her shoulder in retaliation, making her yelp.
The afternoon blurred into the bedroom. They explored positions neither had attempted—she rode him reverse, he took her from behind against the headboard, they tangled in variations that left them both breathless and aching. Each round built on the last, desire banked and rekindled until exhaustion finally claimed them.
Evening light painted the room in shades of amber when they finally surfaced. Both lay tangled in sweat-dampened sheets, bodies spent and satisfied. Kirti traced idle patterns on his chest, her touch feather-light.
"You're different in bed" Her voice held wonder.
"To everyone else , you are this calm , silent and closeted person....but in this bedroom with me.....you are..."
She trailed off.
"Animalistic?"
"Carnivore" She laughed softly.
"Like you don't hesitate in showing how I am your favorite food!"
Hemant turned his head to look at her.
"So shall I consider this a Complaint?"
"No...not at all!" She propped herself on one elbow, expression serious despite her smile.
"I love playing with this beast. Love how I sometimes get to control it!"
He pulled her down for a slow, deep kiss. When they separated, she sighed contentedly and rose from the bed. Dressing took minutes—tank top, shorts, uniform jacket. She looked as composed as if she'd spent the day doing paperwork.
"Same time tomorrow?" She stood at the doorway, helmet in hand.
"Counting the hours."
Kirti grabbed his collar, yanking him into a fierce kiss that promised everything and left him wanting more. When she pulled back, her eyes sparkled.
"Don't keep me waiting."
She straddled her motorcycle, engine roaring to life beneath her. The dust cloud she left behind swallowed the path as she disappeared toward the main road, lean body hunched low over the handlebars.
Hemant stood in the doorway, watching until the engine's rumble faded entirely. The villa felt emptier without her presence, but the ache in his muscles and the warmth in his chest told a different story.
Days of leave stretched ahead. Days of her.
He walked back inside, smiling to himself. Whatever chaos waited in Shanghai, whatever corruption rotted SENTINEL from within—he'd face it when the time came. But this week? This week belonged to them.
Thank the universe for small mercies.
The days blurred together in a haze of sweat and satisfaction. Kirti found herself anticipating each morning with an eagerness that bordered on obsession, her body already humming with need before her eyes fully opened. Hemant had ruined her for anyone else—not that she'd ever wanted another. The way he touched her, the way he seemed to read every unspoken desire written in her trembling breath and arching spine. He understood her body like a pilot understood their aircraft, responding to every subtle shift with intuitive precision.
Wednesday brought the motorcycle. Kirti had arrived at his villa with a gleam in her eye, demanding he take her for a ride. He'd raised an eyebrow at the reversal—her machine, her seat—but she'd simply handed him the helmet and swung onto the back. The Rajasthan heat pressed down on them as they tore through the outskirts, dust kicking up behind the wheels in golden plumes. Her arms wrapped tight around his torso, cheek pressed against the warmth of his back. The vibration between her thighs was entirely intentional.
She reached around him, fingers finding the zipper of his jeans with practiced ease. The bike swerved slightly as her hand wrapped around his length, already half-hard from the intimacy of her pressed against him.
"Kira" His voice carried warning and want in equal measure.
"You're going to make us crash"
"Then pull over"
He did. The moment the engine died, she was off the bike and dragging him toward the tree line. A forest region stretched beyond the highway, isolated and silent except for the distant hum of traffic. She barely got her shorts down before he had her bent over, palms flat against a rough-barked tree trunk. The first thrust made her gasp—the angle deeper than anything they'd tried before. He took her from behind with urgent strokes, her moans swallowed by the empty landscape. Heat built rapidly, pushed higher by the forbidden nature of their coupling. Anyone could see. Anyone could drive past and witness the ace pilot of Nal Air Base getting thoroughly fucked against a tree.
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The thought made her cum harder than she had all week.
Thursday revealed something new about Hemant. Kirti had grown accustomed to men who either let her walk all over them or tried so hard to dominate that the dynamic felt forced. Hemant was neither. When she pushed, he pushed back—not with aggression, but with quiet confidence that made her core tighten. If she tried to take control, he'd let her, for a while, before flipping her onto her back and reminding her who she belonged to. The bedroom became their arena, and every night brought new experiments. She learned she was more flexible than she'd realized; he learned talents she hadn't known he possessed.
Her performance in the cockpit reflected her satisfaction. Superiors noted improved reaction times, better decision-making under pressure. The fire that had always driven her burned brighter now, fueled by something more than duty.
That afternoon, she walked into the base canteen with a glow no uniform could hide. Dan sat with Vishal and Rani at a corner table, mugs of chai steaming between scattered papers. Their conversation died when she approached, faces turning toward her with varying degrees of curiosity.
"Someone's been busy" Rani observed, eyes sharp.
"You're practically radiating. What's his name?"
Kirti dropped into an empty chair, smile widening.
"My boyfriend?"
Dan choked on his chai. Vishal's eyebrows climbed toward his hairline. Rani leaned forward, elbows on the table.
"Boyfriend?" Dan sputtered, wiping his mouth.
"You mean Vishal?"
"Vishal isn't my boyfriend." Kirti's laugh rang genuine.
Vishal raised his hands in surrender, a knowing grin creasing his features.
"Her man is not me!"
"So who is this mystery man?" Rani pressed.
Kirti's smile turned wicked.
"A very handsome stud. Well-built. Runs a shipping company in China these days"
The words landed like a bomb. Dan's mug hit the table with a clatter.
"Hemant?! You're dating Hemant?!"
"Dating is a sweet word....but its more than that...we're already fucking!!!"
Kirti stretched, satisfaction evident in every line of her body.
"I've been at his villa every day this week. That's why I've been absent from base until evenings....getting myself piledrived by my ripped boyfriend!!!"
Dan rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm.
"I didn't need to know that"
"Well I didn't want you all to be kept in the dark"
She rose from the chair, collecting her helmet from the table edge.
"Speaking of which, I'm late...I need his heat!!!"
Rani's jaw dropped.
"You're going there now?"
"What can I say....he's too addictive for me to ignore" Kirti winked.
"I'll be late....as usual!!!!"
She left their stunned silence behind, boots clicking across the tile floor. The motorcycle ride to Hemant's villa felt longer than usual, anticipation coiling tight in her belly. When she arrived and found the house quiet, she followed the sound of running water to the bathroom. The shower door slid open without ceremony.
Steam curled around Hemant's figure, water cascading down the defined muscles of his back. He turned at the sound, expression shifting from surprise to hunger when he saw her standing bare in the doorway. She'd stripped in the bedroom—efficiency had its virtues.
"Took you long enough" His voice echoed off the tiles.
She stepped in without answering, pressing her body against his slick skin. The water ran hot between them, pooling in the hollows of their joined forms. Her hand found him immediately, fingers wrapping around his shaft, stroking him to full hardness while her mouth explored his collarbone.
"Missed you," she murmured against his throat.
"We fucked just yesterday"
"That's too long."
He answered by spinning her around, bending her forward under the spray. Her palms slapped against the tile wall, steam rising around them as he positioned himself at her entrance. The first thrust drove the breath from her lungs. Water sluiced down their bodies as he set a relentless rhythm, each stroke punctuated by the wet slap of skin against skin.
"AHHHH YESSSS.....Love it when you pound into me!!!"
His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, anchoring her in place while he drove into her with punishing force. The angle let him hit something deep inside her, a spot that made her vision white out with each impact. She pushed back against him, matching his rhythm, desperate for more.
"Uggh...Cum for me, Kira" His command came out guttural, strained.
"I AM CUMMING HEMANT!!! AAHH!!!!"
She shattered. Her walls clamped down around him, legs shaking, a scream torn from her throat that echoed off the tile walls. He followed her over the edge two strokes later, warmth flooding her depths as he buried himself to the hilt.
They stayed locked together under the cooling water, catching their breath.
Sunday brought a different kind of intimacy. The theatre in Bikaner showed some forgettable action film—neither of them could recall the plot an hour later. They'd spent the duration making out in the dark like teenagers, her hand wandering under the armrest, his fingers tracing patterns on her inner thigh. The cab ride back to his villa tested every ounce of their self-control. Tonight belonged to them.
They made love nine times before midnight. Every position, every surface, every combination they could imagine. The bedroom became a warzone of tangled sheets and exhausted bodies. By the tenth round—past midnight now—she'd lost count of orgasms.
Kirti straddled him in inverted missionary, her back pressed against his chest, legs hooked over his thighs. The angle was devastating. He filled her completely while she rode him in slow, grinding circles, determined to wring every last drop from his body.
"You've milked me dry" His voice came out hoarse, wrecked.
"This whole week, Kira"
"That's the point" She rolled her hips, savoring the drag of him inside her.
"I am making sure you have the cravings for this pussy so much that every minute spend in Shanghai will make you crave it!!"
"You know something funny. Some of my friends took me to a local strip club there. One of those dancers had a slim figure like yours. I imagined you at that moment. Which is what tempted me to return here!"
Kirti looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Then grinned.
"Hmm....then maybe next time , I'll give you that dance personally!"
His hands found her waist, stilling her movement.
"Next time, I'm taking you to Shanghai. Cooler weather. Better hotels. A proper place for proper romance"
The promise made her clench around him.
"You'd bring me to China?"
"I'd bring you anywhere." He thrust up into her, slow and deep.
"I will fuck you in this whole universe if I could!!!!"
She came with his name on her lips, trembling against his chest as he released inside her one final time. Sleep claimed them before she could catch her breath, bodies still joined, hearts beating in tandem.
Morning broke too bright, too soon.
Hemant's SUV idled in the driveway. Kirti stood at the driver's side door, arms crossed tight against her chest. The Rajasthan sun was already climbing, promising another scorching day.
"I'll return" he said.
"You better"
He pulled her close one last time, mouth claiming hers with desperate hunger. She melted against him, memorizing the taste of him, the solid warmth of his body. When they separated, his thumb traced her jaw.
"But next time I return , I am taking you with me to Shanghai!"
"I'm holding you to that"
He climbed into the driver's seat, engine roaring to life. She watched the dust cloud disappear down the gravel path, one hand pressed against her chest where an ache had taken root.
The base felt quieter when she returned. Emptier. But beneath the melancholy stirred something else—anticipation. She had a reason now. A promise. A future that stretched across borders and oceans.
Hemant would return. And when he did, she'd be waiting.
(CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)
After an hour, he shifted into Kalari. This was older, more familiar—the martial art of his ancestors. His bare feet slapped against the packed earth as he executed low sweeps and lightning strikes, body remembering what his mind had never forgotten. The custom shooting gallery stood at the far end of the yard, targets waiting in silent patience, but today his body craved movement over marksmanship.
The roar of an engine shattered his focus.
Hemant turned as dust billowed at the edge of his property. The Hero Honda Splendor cut through the haze, its rider hunched low over the handlebars with aggressive confidence. Kirti killed the engine and dismounted in one fluid motion, pulling off her helmet to reveal sweat-dampened hair pulled through the back of a tank top. Loose shorts rode high on her thighs, exposing lean muscle honed by cockpit drills and combat sorties.
"You're early" Hemant grabbed a towel, wiping his face and chest.
She watched him with open appreciation, gaze tracking droplets of sweat down his abdomen.
"Couldn't wait"
He crossed the yard to meet her, bare chest still heaving from exertion. Her fingers came up instinctively, tracing the definition of his pectorals before he pulled her close. The kiss was brief but promised more—a preview of what the day held.
"Give me ten minutes to shower."
"No" Her hand pressed flat against his sternum, pushing him back slightly.
"I like you like this. All sweaty and primal." A wicked grin curved her mouth.
"Help me with my gun skills!"
Hemant raised an eyebrow but retrieved two pistols from the lockbox beside the gallery—his personal old college beretta and a standard Air Force issue for her. He checked the chambers, loaded both, and offered her the familiar weapon.
"You want pointers or just target practice?"
"Both"
She stepped up to the marked position, adjusting her stance. Her posture was textbook perfect—shoulders squared, arms extended, feet planted wide. Professional muscle memory. He moved behind her. Close. Closer than instruction required.
"Your grip is too tight"
His hands covered hers on the weapon, chest pressing against her back. He could feel the warmth radiating through her thin tank top.
"Loosen your fingers. Let the recoil find its own path"
Kirti exhaled shakily.
"This how you teach all your students?"
"Only the special ones."
She fired. The shot went wide left.
"Again"
His voice dropped lower, breath warm against her ear.
"Breathe in. Hold. Squeeze, don't pull"
Her back arch slightly, pressing closer into him. He felt her shoulder blades shift against his chest as she adjusted her aim. The second shot punched through the outer ring of the target—better, but not clean.
Hemant's hands slid from hers. One arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him while his free hand corrected her elbow position. The motion was innocent. The effect was anything but.
"You're distracting me" Her voice came out breathy.
"Am I?"
He rolled his hips forward, grinding against her. The evidence of his arousal pressed unmistakably against her lower back through his training shorts.
"That's a shame"
Kirti fired again. This time she didn't even check where the bullet landed. Her head fell back against his shoulder, a soft sigh escaping her lips when his roaming hand finally found its target—cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her tank top.
"Hemant—" His name came out half protest, half plea.
"Hmm?" He kneaded the flesh firmly, thumb finding the tight peak of her nipple through the material.
"Focus on your form, Kira"
"This isn't—"
She gasped when his other hand slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts.
"This isn't training."
"No?" His fingers traced lower, brushing the edge of her underwear.
"What would you call it?"
"A very good time" The words tumbled out between ragged breaths.
He chuckled darkly against her throat.
"That's one word for it"
Hemant released her suddenly, and she whimpered at the loss of contact. But he wasn't finished—just repositioning. He lifted her easily, setting her on the shooting table behind them.
The metal surface was warm from the sun, solid beneath her weight. She reached for him, but he caught her wrists, pinning them beside her hips.
"Your issue today is not your handling....but rather a need for stress relief....let me make you light minded!!!!"
He tugged her shorts down in one swift motion, panties following. Kirti gasped at the sudden exposure, legs dangling off the table edge, her most intimate parts bared to the open air. The yard was enclosed, the villa isolated—no one for miles. But the thought that someone could see made her blood sing.
"Hemant, we're outside—"
"Relax Kira" He knelt between her thighs, breath hot against her slick folds.
"This place is isolated.....no one will hear or see you fall apart!!!"
His mouth found her before she could respond.
Kirti's head fell back, a moan tearing from her throat as his tongue traced her seam. He licked long and slow, savoring her taste, before focusing on the swollen bud at her apex. His hands climbed beneath her tank top, finding her breasts again, kneading and pinching as his mouth worked her relentlessly.
"Oh god—oh fuck—"
Her hips rolled against his face, chasing more friction. He gave it, increasing pressure and speed, tongue swirling in patterns that made her vision blur. One hand abandoned her breast to slip two fingers inside her waiting entrance, curling to find that spot only he seemed able to reach.
"Mhmm.....uhhhmmm.....Hemant—Hemant—I'm—"
She shattered with a scream that echoed across the empty landscape. Her thighs clamped around his head, hands fisting in his hair as waves of pleasure crashed through her. He worked her through it, gentling his touch as she trembled down from the peak.
But before her breathing normalized, he stood and shoved his shorts down. His cock stood rigid, flushed and leaking.
"Now for the best stress reliever!!!"
He pulled her to the edge of the table and thrust home in one smooth stroke.
"AHHHHH!!!!"
Kirti wailed, oversensitive walls clenching around his intrusion. The angle was deep—deeper than before—and each snap of his hips hit something devastating inside her. The table groaned beneath them, shifting with the force of his movements.
He drove into her relentlessly, sweat dripping from his brow onto her chest. The afternoon sun blazed overhead, casting harsh shadows across their tangled bodies. Her tank top bunched around her ribs, leaving her breasts bare to his hungry gaze. He leaned down to capture one nipple in his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
"Ahhhh......Again—cuummming again!!!!"
Her second orgasm rippled through her, walls clenching rhythmically around his length. He groaned against her chest, hips stuttering as his own release crashed forward. He buried himself deep, warmth flooding her depths as he pulsed inside her.
They stayed locked together, breathing ragged, hearts pounding in tandem. Eventually Hemant pulled back, offering her his hand. She took it, legs wobbling as she stood.
"I think I need that shower now" she managed.
The kitchen became its own battlefield.
They prepared lunch wearing nothing but borrowed shirts and satisfied smiles, passing ingredients back and forth with practiced ease. Hemant fed her bites of curry from his fingers, watching her lips close around each offering with deliberate slowness.
"Your cooking needs work" she teased.
"My cooking is perfect"
He pressed against her from behind, hands settling on her hips as she stirred.
"You're just used to the bland food from the Air Force canteen!"
"My boyfriend has different skills!"
He nipped her shoulder in retaliation, making her yelp.
The afternoon blurred into the bedroom. They explored positions neither had attempted—she rode him reverse, he took her from behind against the headboard, they tangled in variations that left them both breathless and aching. Each round built on the last, desire banked and rekindled until exhaustion finally claimed them.
Evening light painted the room in shades of amber when they finally surfaced. Both lay tangled in sweat-dampened sheets, bodies spent and satisfied. Kirti traced idle patterns on his chest, her touch feather-light.
"You're different in bed" Her voice held wonder.
"To everyone else , you are this calm , silent and closeted person....but in this bedroom with me.....you are..."
She trailed off.
"Animalistic?"
"Carnivore" She laughed softly.
"Like you don't hesitate in showing how I am your favorite food!"
Hemant turned his head to look at her.
"So shall I consider this a Complaint?"
"No...not at all!" She propped herself on one elbow, expression serious despite her smile.
"I love playing with this beast. Love how I sometimes get to control it!"
He pulled her down for a slow, deep kiss. When they separated, she sighed contentedly and rose from the bed. Dressing took minutes—tank top, shorts, uniform jacket. She looked as composed as if she'd spent the day doing paperwork.
"Same time tomorrow?" She stood at the doorway, helmet in hand.
"Counting the hours."
Kirti grabbed his collar, yanking him into a fierce kiss that promised everything and left him wanting more. When she pulled back, her eyes sparkled.
"Don't keep me waiting."
She straddled her motorcycle, engine roaring to life beneath her. The dust cloud she left behind swallowed the path as she disappeared toward the main road, lean body hunched low over the handlebars.
Hemant stood in the doorway, watching until the engine's rumble faded entirely. The villa felt emptier without her presence, but the ache in his muscles and the warmth in his chest told a different story.
Days of leave stretched ahead. Days of her.
He walked back inside, smiling to himself. Whatever chaos waited in Shanghai, whatever corruption rotted SENTINEL from within—he'd face it when the time came. But this week? This week belonged to them.
Thank the universe for small mercies.
The days blurred together in a haze of sweat and satisfaction. Kirti found herself anticipating each morning with an eagerness that bordered on obsession, her body already humming with need before her eyes fully opened. Hemant had ruined her for anyone else—not that she'd ever wanted another. The way he touched her, the way he seemed to read every unspoken desire written in her trembling breath and arching spine. He understood her body like a pilot understood their aircraft, responding to every subtle shift with intuitive precision.
Wednesday brought the motorcycle. Kirti had arrived at his villa with a gleam in her eye, demanding he take her for a ride. He'd raised an eyebrow at the reversal—her machine, her seat—but she'd simply handed him the helmet and swung onto the back. The Rajasthan heat pressed down on them as they tore through the outskirts, dust kicking up behind the wheels in golden plumes. Her arms wrapped tight around his torso, cheek pressed against the warmth of his back. The vibration between her thighs was entirely intentional.
She reached around him, fingers finding the zipper of his jeans with practiced ease. The bike swerved slightly as her hand wrapped around his length, already half-hard from the intimacy of her pressed against him.
"Kira" His voice carried warning and want in equal measure.
"You're going to make us crash"
"Then pull over"
He did. The moment the engine died, she was off the bike and dragging him toward the tree line. A forest region stretched beyond the highway, isolated and silent except for the distant hum of traffic. She barely got her shorts down before he had her bent over, palms flat against a rough-barked tree trunk. The first thrust made her gasp—the angle deeper than anything they'd tried before. He took her from behind with urgent strokes, her moans swallowed by the empty landscape. Heat built rapidly, pushed higher by the forbidden nature of their coupling. Anyone could see. Anyone could drive past and witness the ace pilot of Nal Air Base getting thoroughly fucked against a tree.
The thought made her cum harder than she had all week.
Thursday revealed something new about Hemant. Kirti had grown accustomed to men who either let her walk all over them or tried so hard to dominate that the dynamic felt forced. Hemant was neither. When she pushed, he pushed back—not with aggression, but with quiet confidence that made her core tighten. If she tried to take control, he'd let her, for a while, before flipping her onto her back and reminding her who she belonged to. The bedroom became their arena, and every night brought new experiments. She learned she was more flexible than she'd realized; he learned talents she hadn't known he possessed.
Her performance in the cockpit reflected her satisfaction. Superiors noted improved reaction times, better decision-making under pressure. The fire that had always driven her burned brighter now, fueled by something more than duty.
That afternoon, she walked into the base canteen with a glow no uniform could hide. Dan sat with Vishal and Rani at a corner table, mugs of chai steaming between scattered papers. Their conversation died when she approached, faces turning toward her with varying degrees of curiosity.
"Someone's been busy" Rani observed, eyes sharp.
"You're practically radiating. What's his name?"
Kirti dropped into an empty chair, smile widening.
"My boyfriend?"
Dan choked on his chai. Vishal's eyebrows climbed toward his hairline. Rani leaned forward, elbows on the table.
"Boyfriend?" Dan sputtered, wiping his mouth.
"You mean Vishal?"
"Vishal isn't my boyfriend." Kirti's laugh rang genuine.
Vishal raised his hands in surrender, a knowing grin creasing his features.
"Her man is not me!"
"So who is this mystery man?" Rani pressed.
Kirti's smile turned wicked.
"A very handsome stud. Well-built. Runs a shipping company in China these days"
The words landed like a bomb. Dan's mug hit the table with a clatter.
"Hemant?! You're dating Hemant?!"
"Dating is a sweet word....but its more than that...we're already fucking!!!"
Kirti stretched, satisfaction evident in every line of her body.
"I've been at his villa every day this week. That's why I've been absent from base until evenings....getting myself piledrived by my ripped boyfriend!!!"
Dan rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm.
"I didn't need to know that"
"Well I didn't want you all to be kept in the dark"
She rose from the chair, collecting her helmet from the table edge.
"Speaking of which, I'm late...I need his heat!!!"
Rani's jaw dropped.
"You're going there now?"
"What can I say....he's too addictive for me to ignore" Kirti winked.
"I'll be late....as usual!!!!"
She left their stunned silence behind, boots clicking across the tile floor. The motorcycle ride to Hemant's villa felt longer than usual, anticipation coiling tight in her belly. When she arrived and found the house quiet, she followed the sound of running water to the bathroom. The shower door slid open without ceremony.
Steam curled around Hemant's figure, water cascading down the defined muscles of his back. He turned at the sound, expression shifting from surprise to hunger when he saw her standing bare in the doorway. She'd stripped in the bedroom—efficiency had its virtues.
"Took you long enough" His voice echoed off the tiles.
She stepped in without answering, pressing her body against his slick skin. The water ran hot between them, pooling in the hollows of their joined forms. Her hand found him immediately, fingers wrapping around his shaft, stroking him to full hardness while her mouth explored his collarbone.
"Missed you," she murmured against his throat.
"We fucked just yesterday"
"That's too long."
He answered by spinning her around, bending her forward under the spray. Her palms slapped against the tile wall, steam rising around them as he positioned himself at her entrance. The first thrust drove the breath from her lungs. Water sluiced down their bodies as he set a relentless rhythm, each stroke punctuated by the wet slap of skin against skin.
"AHHHH YESSSS.....Love it when you pound into me!!!"
His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, anchoring her in place while he drove into her with punishing force. The angle let him hit something deep inside her, a spot that made her vision white out with each impact. She pushed back against him, matching his rhythm, desperate for more.
"Uggh...Cum for me, Kira" His command came out guttural, strained.
"I AM CUMMING HEMANT!!! AAHH!!!!"
She shattered. Her walls clamped down around him, legs shaking, a scream torn from her throat that echoed off the tile walls. He followed her over the edge two strokes later, warmth flooding her depths as he buried himself to the hilt.
They stayed locked together under the cooling water, catching their breath.
Sunday brought a different kind of intimacy. The theatre in Bikaner showed some forgettable action film—neither of them could recall the plot an hour later. They'd spent the duration making out in the dark like teenagers, her hand wandering under the armrest, his fingers tracing patterns on her inner thigh. The cab ride back to his villa tested every ounce of their self-control. Tonight belonged to them.
They made love nine times before midnight. Every position, every surface, every combination they could imagine. The bedroom became a warzone of tangled sheets and exhausted bodies. By the tenth round—past midnight now—she'd lost count of orgasms.
Kirti straddled him in inverted missionary, her back pressed against his chest, legs hooked over his thighs. The angle was devastating. He filled her completely while she rode him in slow, grinding circles, determined to wring every last drop from his body.
"You've milked me dry" His voice came out hoarse, wrecked.
"This whole week, Kira"
"That's the point" She rolled her hips, savoring the drag of him inside her.
"I am making sure you have the cravings for this pussy so much that every minute spend in Shanghai will make you crave it!!"
"You know something funny. Some of my friends took me to a local strip club there. One of those dancers had a slim figure like yours. I imagined you at that moment. Which is what tempted me to return here!"
Kirti looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Then grinned.
"Hmm....then maybe next time , I'll give you that dance personally!"
His hands found her waist, stilling her movement.
"Next time, I'm taking you to Shanghai. Cooler weather. Better hotels. A proper place for proper romance"
The promise made her clench around him.
"You'd bring me to China?"
"I'd bring you anywhere." He thrust up into her, slow and deep.
"I will fuck you in this whole universe if I could!!!!"
She came with his name on her lips, trembling against his chest as he released inside her one final time. Sleep claimed them before she could catch her breath, bodies still joined, hearts beating in tandem.
Morning broke too bright, too soon.
Hemant's SUV idled in the driveway. Kirti stood at the driver's side door, arms crossed tight against her chest. The Rajasthan sun was already climbing, promising another scorching day.
"I'll return" he said.
"You better"
He pulled her close one last time, mouth claiming hers with desperate hunger. She melted against him, memorizing the taste of him, the solid warmth of his body. When they separated, his thumb traced her jaw.
"But next time I return , I am taking you with me to Shanghai!"
"I'm holding you to that"
He climbed into the driver's seat, engine roaring to life. She watched the dust cloud disappear down the gravel path, one hand pressed against her chest where an ache had taken root.
The base felt quieter when she returned. Emptier. But beneath the melancholy stirred something else—anticipation. She had a reason now. A promise. A future that stretched across borders and oceans.
Hemant would return. And when he did, she'd be waiting.
(CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)
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