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Returning to Kathir's flat, the three of them walked in tiredly and sat down on the sofa. Swimming in the pool and the continuous erotic games had drained the energy from their bodies, and in that midnight hour, hunger pinched all three of their stomachs.

Sandhya went inside, put back on the thali chain, bangles, and anklets she had taken off earlier, and came back out. "I'm really hungry... let me check if there's anything in the kitchen," she said, heading into the kitchen.

Opening the vessels, she saw that there was some rice left over from lunch. Along with it, the mor kuzhambu (buttermilk curry) and pepper rasam she had made in the afternoon were still fresh and in good condition.

Instead of taking out separate plates, Sandhya took just one large plate.

Putting half of the leftover rice onto the plate, she poured the mor kuzhambu over it and mixed it thoroughly with her own hand. Carrying the plate out to the hall, she sat down on the sofa right between Vicky and Kathir.

"There's only a little rice left... so the three of us can share from this plate itself," Sandhya said. Rolling the mor kuzhambu rice into a small ball, she fed the first mouthful to Vicky. She fed the next mouthful to Kathir, and ate the third one herself.

In that midnight quiet, the way Sandhya mixed the rice with her own hand and fed both of them turn by turn, like a mother and like a lover, melted the hearts of both Vicky and Kathir. Especially for Kathir, eating that mor kuzhambu rice along with the touch of her fingers felt like tasting ambrosia.

Once the mor kuzhambu rice was finished, Sandhya went back into the kitchen, put the remaining half of the rice onto the same plate, poured the pepper rasam over it, mixed it, and brought it back.

Just like before—one mouthful for Vicky, one for Kathir, and one for herself—she fed them while chatting cheerfully and finished off the entire plate of rice.

After finishing the food and washing the plate, Sandhya boiled milk on the stove and brought out a glass of warm milk for each of the three of them.

The three of them sat together and drank the milk. With both their stomachs and hearts equally full, that Saturday night was moving toward a sweet, unforgettable conclusion.

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Once they finished drinking the warm milk, the late-night exhaustion combined with the drowsiness of a full stomach made Vicky's eyes heavy.

Yawning, Vicky said, "I'm feeling terribly sleepy..." and walked over to the large mattress spread out in the hall, lying flat on his back.

Sandhya immediately went inside and brought out pillows and a cozy blanket for him. Placing a pillow under Vicky's head and dbanging the blanket over him, she gently leaned down onto his chest.

Cupping his face in her hands, she planted a deep, loving kiss on his lips. Then, leaning close to his ear, she said with a mischievous smile, "Vicky... what I left unfinished with Kathir in the swimming pool shower... I'm going to go into the bedroom and continue right now."

For Vicky, who had been shocked and cried himself to sleep the previous midnight after seeing the two of them sleeping together, his mindset had completely changed today. The love Sandhya had showered on him throughout the day, the friendship that had blossomed with Kathir, and above all, the way Sandhya leaned on his chest to ask permission without hiding anything caused no resentment within him at all.

In his half-asleep daze, Vicky smiled faintly, nodded with a soft, "Mmm... okay...", and closed his eyes.

Sandhya slowly got up and walked over to Kathir, who was standing a short distance away, watching her.

"Carry me to the bedroom, Kathir..." she said in a sweet, playful voice. Wrapping both her arms around Kathir's neck, she hopped right up onto his waist and locked both her legs around his hips.

In those tiny shorts she was wearing, as her smooth bare thighs gripped his waist tightly and her breasts pressed and rubbed against his chest, an electric thrill shot through Kathir once again.

With her arms wrapped around his neck, Sandhya gazed intensely into his eyes from up close, brimming with desire.

Supporting and holding her plump buttocks from underneath with both hands, Kathir carried her and walked. As they neared the bedroom doorway, Sandhya reached one hand out and switched off the hall light. As Vicky slipped into a deep sleep in the hall, Kathir entered the bedroom while capturing the lips of Sandhya clinging to his waist, and kicked the door shut behind them.

Stepping into the bedroom, Kathir laid Sandhya, who was still clinging to his waist, down very gently onto the bed. Stripping off the t-shirt, tiny shorts, and undergarments she was wearing one by one, he made her stark naked once again. Taking off his own clothes as well, he lay down beside her.

Just like the previous night, tonight too their union began without any rush, in a very gentle, romantic missionary position.

Planting his warm kisses on Sandhya's lips, neck, and full breasts, Kathir buried his erect cock all the way to the base inside her wet pussy and began moving very unhurriedly. Every deep stroke of his was filled less with raw lust and more with a boundless love and an aching reluctance to part from her.

Looking straight into Sandhya's eyes as he moved steadily inside her, overcome with emotion, Kathir said in a choked voice, "Bhanu... I wish every single night in my life from now on could go on just like this, Bhanu..."

Those words from Kathir startled Sandhya. Reality struck her sharply.

Gently running her fingers through Kathir's hair, she said in a very soft, yet clear voice, "But... I am Vicky's wife, Kathir."

That single sentence pulled Kathir, who was floating in the intoxication of lust and the daze of love, straight back to the real world. The truth—*'Yes... she is another man's wife!'*—settled heavily in his chest. Noticing his face suddenly wilt, Sandhya cupped his cheeks in her hands.

"Don't think about anything right now, Kathir... let's just experience this moment, this night, to the fullest. Come..." she said, capturing his lips with hers.

Dissolving all his sorrow and the ache of parting into that deep kiss, Kathir channeled all his love and lust into the strength of his hips. Biting and tasting Sandhya's lips, he began pounding fast, driving his erect cock all the way into the deepest corners of her hot pussy. At the exact second Sandhya's pussy walls contracted from Kathir's relentless thrusts and clamped tightly around his iron shaft, his control snapped as well. Moaning, "Bhanu..." right into her mouth, he squirted his hot, thick semen deep into her pussy, reaching a complete, soulful climax together with her.

Once the lovemaking ended, both lay panting in each other's arms.

In that quiet, stroking Kathir's chest with her fingers, Sandhya slowly began to speak. Although she didn't directly tell him that she was leaving Bangalore permanently next week, she wanted to gently make him understand that she was not a permanent fixture in his life.

"Kathir... your past married life might have turned out bitter. However, you still have so much life ahead of you. You are only 37 years old now. The physical problem you had is also completely cured now. Don't stay alone like this anymore; find a good woman whom your heart likes and get married again..." she said.

Without saying a word, Kathir just kept looking at her.

Sandhya continued, "If you don't wish to marry someone new... at least think about it for your son's sake. If your first wife has realized her mistake and had a change of heart now... try getting back together and living with her, Kathir. You definitely need a permanent family of your own."

The way Sandhya indirectly conveyed that she was only a passing traveler in his life shattered Kathir's heart. Tears welled up and spilled from his eyes. The pain that this angel, who had liberated him from his curse, was not going to stay permanently in his life brought him to tears.

Seeing Kathir tear up softened Sandhya's heart too. She immediately pulled his head in and hugged him tightly against her bare chest. Like a mother, she stroked his back and comforted him.

Wanting to lift his mood, Sandhya tilted his face up and wiped away his tears with her hands.

"Should you cry like this? Alright, will you do one thing for me?" she asked with a smile.

"What is it, Bhanu?" Kathir asked in a husky voice.

"By tomorrow evening... you have to write a beautiful poem for me. A poem based on whatever you feel about me in your heart! Will you write it?" she asked affectionately.

Her sweet request made Kathir forget his sadness a little. Wiping his eyes, he said with a faint smile, "Alright, Bhanu... I'm no great poet or anything, but for your sake, I will definitely try to write a poem."

"Good boy..." Sandhya said, kissing his forehead.

Having poured out the overflowing emotions within them, unwilling to let go of each other, the two of them held each other in a tight embrace and drifted into a deep sleep for the night.