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Kavya served egg biryani to her brother-in-law (Bava) while she ate a bread omelet herself.

After dinner...

As Kavya was looking at her phone, her brother-in-law remarked, "How were you born so incredibly beautiful? Your beauty is enough to make one’s head spin!"



Setting her phone aside, Kavya looked at him and said, "Bava, I want to ask you something—tell me the truth." She took Mahesh’s hand and placed it on her own head, asking, "Did you really see my tattoo? The one... *there*?"

Mahesh showed her a message on his phone sent by her sister and said, "Kavya, I would never do anything so cheap or indecent. If I had truly wanted to see you naked, I could have done so back when I was a tenant at your house—before we were married. There were plenty of opportunities, but I’m just not that kind of man. As for this tattoo... I’m telling you the truth, I never saw it. Your sister sent this photo—a picture of the tattoo you have 'down there.' Why would she do that? Lately, she’s been egging me on, trying to get me to 'bother' you. But if I were to 'bother' you, it wouldn't exactly satisfy *her* itch, would it? So, why is she doing this? I happen to know the reason."

Surprised, Kavya asked, "Yes, Bava—my sister’s behavior has been a bit strange lately. So, what is the reason?"

Mahesh brushed it off, saying, "Kavya, that’s a secret between a husband and wife—I can’t tell you."

Angrily, Kavya retorted, "The two of you, talking about me in such a vulgar way..." "Should I just stay quiet while you two keep exchanging photos?" she asks.

"Sorry... this has to remain a secret for a year."

"A whole year?"

"It’s a secret agreement, Kavya."

"An agreement?"

"Please, I can't say anything more than that."

(.) (.)

The next day, the rain subsided, and the sun came out.

Having been stuck indoors for three days, both Kavya and Mahesh were feeling quite bored.



"Kavya, my sister is arriving tomorrow, right? I’m thinking of surprising her with a saree. I’m not very good at picking things out—could you help me, please?" he asked. She jumped with excitement. "Of course, *Bava*! I absolutely love shopping!" she exclaimed, getting ready and stepping out in no time.

Mahesh took Kavya to where his bike was parked. As he started the engine, Kavya sat behind him, feeling a bit hesitant. In a car, no one would see them, but on a bike, there was a chance the residents of the apartment complex might spot them—though, at this point, Kavya didn't really care about any of that.

As the bike picked up speed, she held onto his waist to steady herself. Mahesh chuckled softly. After a while, they arrived at a large, five-story mall. The ground floor featured a collection of fancy sarees. As Kavya started to head in that direction, Mahesh said, "Uh-uh... not a saree. Let’s pick something modern." Kavya looked at him, puzzled. "A saree is just the usual, isn't it? If you want it to be a surprise, a dress would be the best choice," he added. Agreeing, Kavya moved forward. Together, they went up to the third floor, where an array of dresses caught the eye. As they walked along, a deep pink frock caught her attention. "Look at that one, *bhava* (cousin/brother-in-law)," she said.

Mahesh looked at it and remarked, "It’s hard to tell just by looking. Why don't you try it on? Then we can decide." Kavya started to walk away, saying, "Oh, no way! I can't wear a dress like that." But Mahesh urged, "Kavya, please... just once—just so we can see how it looks." As she hesitated, he added, "Please," his hand brushing lightly against hers. "No, Mahesh—how could I possibly wear a dress like that?" she protested. "Alright, here’s what we’ll do: let’s have it packed. You can try it on at home. If it doesn't fit or isn't quite right, we can always exchange it," he suggested. "Fine, get it packed," she replied. Every woman has a 'melting point'—a threshold where her resistance gives way—and Kavya did not realize that she was rapidly approaching hers. He enthusiastically got the clothes packed. Together, they reached Kavya’s house.

After unlocking the door and stepping inside, she locked the main door, asked him to sit in the hall, and went into the bedroom to get a dress. Mahesh waited, feeling tense. Half an hour later, Kavya slowly opened the bedroom door and stepped out. The sight of her made Mahesh’s nerves tingle; he stared, unblinking, completely transfixed. She waited to hear what he would say. He walked slowly toward her, and just as she was about to speak, he said, "Okay, Kavya—go and change your dress."

She was taken aback. "What!? You’re not even going to tell me if it looks good or not?" she asked, sounding disappointed.

"What is there to say? This dress hides the very beauty that a saree would have kept concealed. No, go change it," he said, glancing toward her waist.

"Oh, for heaven's sake—does it look good or not, *bava*!?" she asked, feeling annoyed.

The dress ended just above her knees. "Well, it certainly reveals the beauty that a saree would have hidden..." he remarked, looking at the area below her knees.

She quickly glanced down at her legs and said, "Hmm... alright, I’ll take it off, then."



He moved very close to her.

She took a step back and said, "Hey—didn't you promise you wouldn't bother me?" “I actually thought about not coming. But if I didn’t, it would be an insult to your beauty—and I wouldn’t want to insult that,” he said, placing his hand on her waist.

“That… that’s exactly what I said not to do…” she began, but he gave her waist a firm squeeze and added, “Alright, go change your dress. Otherwise, my hands won’t be able to stay still.”

She looked at him—her *bava* (cousin/partner)—in a state of confusion.

“Please, don’t look at me like that,” he said.

“Why?” she asked.

Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed her lips. Pulling away, he said, “See? When you look at me like that, this is what happens.”

She shot him a playful, sidelong glance and turned to head toward her room. “Wait, just a second,” he said, reaching out to caress her shapely hips. “Damn it—no matter how much I try to control myself, I just can’t. Go on, then.” She burst into laughter.

He quickly wrapped his arms around her from behind, then let go, saying, “Sorry.”

She hurried into her room. Just as she was about to close the door, he placed his foot in the way and said, “A small request.”

She looked at him, wondering what it could be. He stepped closer and, with a hint of pleading in his voice, asked, “I promise I’ll never ask again—won’t you give me a kiss, from the bottom of your heart?” Caught off guard and unsure of how to respond, she simply stood there, frozen in place. Just then, he said, “It’s not my fault. If you don’t believe me, take a look at your own lips in the mirror. You’ll realize that what I’m asking for is perfectly reasonable.”

She glanced into the mirror in front of her.

Tracing the curve beneath her lips with his index finger, Mahesh remarked, “Do you see this curve? It’s what made me lose my senses. When something is this incredibly beautiful, it’s bound to be a challenge for anyone, isn’t it?”

Then, running that same finger along her lower lip, he added, “Good heavens—is there honey in here? My whole body feels sweet just from the touch.”

She found herself completely entranced by his words. Mahesh moved his index finger to her upper lip, while his thumb gently brushed against her lower lip.



He parted her lips with two of his fingers and asked, “I have a question—are these lips, or rose petals?” As he said this, Kavya’s lips began to tremble slightly.

“Oh! If they tremble just from the touch of my fingers, then they must be rose petals,” he remarked, gently pulling her lower lip with his fingers.

She let out a soft “Sss…” and closed her eyes.

Slowly, he slid his index finger between her slightly parted lips and brushed against her teeth.

Instinctively, she opened her mouth a little wider. He touched the tip of her tongue with his index finger. As she tightened her lips, his finger became trapped inside her mouth. He placed his hand on her waist and caressed it. She began to suck gently on his finger. Letting out a soft “Mmm…,” he moved his hand from her waist, undid his pants, and began to stir his finger playfully inside her mouth.

A wave of intoxicating sensation washed over her entire body. Meanwhile, he slid his pants down. Placing his hand on her waist again, he pulled her close; then, reaching around, he pressed firmly on her buttock and said, “Hmm… is this what inspired the company ‘U-Foam’ to make their pillows!?”

His words and actions set her whole body ablaze. “Mmm…” she moaned. He withdrew his finger from her mouth and placed his hand on her other buttock. Gently kneading both her buttocks, he pulled her closer and captured her lower lip. "Mmm..." Kavya sighed, clinging to him in a state of pure rapture.

As he kissed her lip with intense passion, he slid one hand up her back, unzipped her dress, reached inside, and undid her bra hook. He then began to caress her bare back.

Her breathing quickened, and her heart pounded rapidly against her chest. He paused the kiss for a brief moment, perhaps to catch his own breath.

Unable to bear even that short pause, she pulled him into an even tighter embrace. Still caressing her back, he led her toward the bed. With her eyes closed, she drifted away, lost in the intensity of the moment. He slowly began to lift her dress.

As the fabric moved past her thighs and buttocks, revealing her waist, she raised her arms to help. He tossed the dress aside and laid her down on the bed. She lay there, breathing heavily, consumed by desire. After taking in the sight of her—her bra unhooked and still wearing her panties—he stripped off his own clothes and joined her on the bed. He stroked her lower abdomen and began to probe her navel with his index finger.

“Sss… Bava…” she whispered.

He slid his hand further, reaching inside her panties. It was burning hot down there.

“Kavya, it’s really hot, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Mm…” she replied.

“Should I cool it down?” he asked.

“Mm…” she murmured.

“How?” he asked, pulling her panties down.

“Bava… please,” she pleaded softly.

Tossing her panties aside, he stroked her intimate flower and asked, “Shall I kiss it?”

“Mm…” she agreed.

“Where exactly?” he teased.



“Oh, God…” she sighed, as if unable to bear the intense longing.

He pressed his manhood against her thighs.

“Sss…” Kavya breathed.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

Moaning, she replied, “It feels warm.”

“So, how should I cool this down?” he asked.

Unable to hold back any longer, she pulled him over her and kissed his lips with fierce intensity.

He pushed her bra aside and began to caress her breasts.

Overcome with desire, she bit his lip. “Sss… wow! I had no idea—you’re like a little tigress in bed!” he exclaimed, as he began to rub his manhood against her flower.

“Sss… oh God… please.” Saying this, she took his rod in her hand and began to caress it.

“What’s this? Are you feeling quite ‘itchy’?” he asked.

“Hmm…” she replied, feeling shy.

“And what should be done to soothe that itch?” he asked.

“Do *that*,” she said.

“Like this?” he asked, sliding his hand between her thighs.

It was already wet down there. “Well, well—the field is perfectly primed for plowing,” he remarked, stroking the area.

Breathing heavily, she said, “Then why not plow it? Why the delay?”

“How can I plow when the plow is in your hands?” he countered.

She gave his rod a playful pinch before letting go.

Moving over her, he asked, “Shall I put it in?”

“Hmm…” she replied, sounding impatient.

He pressed the tip of his rod against her slit and took a deep breath. “Mmm…” she moaned, lifting her hips toward him.

He thrust it in, deep and firm.

“Ah!” she gasped.

Remaining positioned over her, he asked, “Should I keep it right here, or pull it out a bit?”

The heat building inside her had reached its peak. Unable to hold back, she blurted out, “Oh, for God’s sake—just fuck me!”



He pulled his rod out slightly, then pushed it back in slowly, asking, “Should I fuck you like this…?” Tensing her entire body, she said, “Uh-huh… keep it tight and thrust…”

He pulled his rod out and thrust it back in with great force.

“Ugh…” she gasped, digging her fingernails into his back.

“Should I keep doing it like this?” he asked.

“Mm… yes…” Kavya replied.

He pulled it out once more and thrust it in even harder.

“Ah… ha… just like that… just like that…” she panted.

Mahesh continued to thrust with intense strength.

Kavya tossed her hips upward with fierce, hungry energy; her intensity was enough to drive him out of his mind.

“Good lord, I had no idea you were this desperate for it,” he remarked.

“Mm… then satisfy it—you’re the one who has to satisfy this craving of mine… mm… thrust… hard…” she urged.



He began to thrust with even greater vigor.

With every one of his thrusts, her body shuddered. Both of them—he exerting himself, and she pushing him to his limits—were drenched in sweat as they brought each other to a state of pure pleasure.

The moisture flowing from her turned into a veritable waterfall.

His passion broke through all restraints. “Mm… *Bava*…” she moaned, pulling him tightly against her, her intimate folds gripping his rod with an iron-like intensity.

Overwhelmed by the sensation, he reached his climax, filling her completely.

As her body drank in the warm, drenching fluid, her intimate core finally found its relief.

Exhausted, he slumped over her and said, "Wow! Kavya, what immense pleasure you’ve given me," as he planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Hmm..." Kavya chirped, sounding delighted.



"When can we do this again?" he asked. Kissing his cheek, she replied, "I’m always ready, *bava*."

"Is that so?" he said. Even as he spoke, his manhood stirred and rose once more. Seeing this, Kavya laughed and said, "Oh... why the delay? Let’s go!"—but then she let out a sharp cry as he thrust into her with great force. Without even pausing for a lunch break, the two of them kept at it, intensely and relentlessly, until four o'clock in the evening.