Family of Shaows

[sexonmind]

Chapter 1: Shadows of the Quarters 

The steady hum of the ceiling fan echoed through the silent house as the mourners left one by one. Aruna stood in the corner, her small eyes scanning the emptying hall with a detached expression. She wore a white saree, neatly draped, her tall, curvy frame casting a shadow against the fading afternoon light.  Her father’s sudden death had shocked many, but for Aruna, it was more complicated than grief. His death meant she would now have to live with her stepbrother Babu and his overbearing mother. 

Babu’s mother, Sunanda, was everything Aruna despised—strong, authoritative, and unapologetically confident in her power. As a high-ranking government officer, she commanded respect in her professional circle and at home. To Aruna, though, Sunanda was nothing more than an obstacle to be tolerated. 

“Aruna, beta,” Sunanda said, her tone firm but cordial, “This is your home now. Don’t hesitate to ask for anything you need.” 

Aruna forced a smile. “Thank you, aunty. I’ll try not to be a burden.” 

Babu, standing awkwardly to the side, smiled nervously. At twenty, he was tall but carried a slight chubbiness, his round face framed by long, unkempt hair. He adored his mother and had always admired Aruna from afar, despite the coldness she often directed his way. 

“You’ll like it here, Akka” Babu said, his voice gentle. “We’ll make sure you’re comfortable.” 

Aruna nodded but said nothing. Comfortable? That was never the plan. She knew exactly what she wanted: security. She had no intention of working, despite her education just to be burden on Sunanda, and she trusted Sunanda’s sense of duty to take care of her, at least for the foreseeable future.  As the days passed, Aruna began to settle into the household. She wore her sarees meticulously, presenting an image of a grieving but dignified woman. Sunanda ensured she had everything she needed, from a spacious room to financial support, but Aruna’s mind was always calculating, observing the dynamics between mother and son. 

Babu, oblivious to his step-sister’s disdain, tried his best to include her in conversations and family meals. His innocence was both endearing and frustrating to Aruna, who couldn’t fathom how someone could be so naive. 

“Babu,” she said one evening, her voice soft and sweet, “You’re such a kind soul. It’s no wonder your mother raised you so well.” 

Babu’s face lit up, his dark wheatish complexion glowing under the dim light. “Thank you, Akka. I’m just glad you’re here with us.” 

She smiled, but her thoughts were elsewhere. For Aruna, every word and gesture was a carefully constructed move in a game she intended to win. 

A few days passed by, the house settling into a quiet rhythm as everyone adjusted to the new normal. Aruna spent her time observing the household dynamics, while Sunanda buried herself in her demanding work. Then, one evening, Purushotham visited. He leaned against the doorway, his sharp eyes scanning the room with practiced ease. At thirty, he exuded an easy confidence, his lean frame and broad shoulders giving him a commanding presence. Purushotham had been a constant presence through the family’s hardest times—when Babu’s father was in the hospital, and the fragile threads holding their lives together began to unravel.

 “Aunty,” he said, his voice low but firm, “How are you” he added.

Sunanda looked at him, her face lighting up. His presence felt like a reassuring anchor in her now turbulent world. Despite her position and financial stability, the lack of family support weighed heavily on her. As a second wife, she had been shunned by both her family and her late husband’s relatives. The house, spacious and well-furnished, felt emptier with each passing day. 

“Not good, Purushotham,” she replied, her tone formal. “But, We’ll manage.” 

Babu stood nearby, listening quietly. He admired Purushotham, not just for his loyalty to the family but also for the way he seemed to command respect wherever he went. 

“Purushotham, will you stay for dinner?” Babu asked, his voice hopeful. 

Purushotham smiled. “Not tonight, Babu. But I’ll visit soon.” 

Aruna, sitting in a corner, observed the interaction with mild interest. She had met Purushotham only a handful of times, but there was something about him that piqued her curiosity. He was cunning—that much was clear—and his charm wasn’t lost on her. 

“Aruna,” Purushotham said, turning to her, “You’re settling in well, I hope?” 

She nodded, her lips curving into a practiced smile. “Yes, thank you. It’s been... an adjustment.” 

“Good,” he replied, his tone unreadable. “This family needs stability now more than ever.” 

Aruna wondered what role Purushotham played in their lives. He seemed deeply involved, yet distant, as if he was there when needed but careful not to overstep. His presence lingered even after he left, a reminder that the family’s web of relationships was more complex than it appeared. 

The government quarters were a sprawling complex surrounded by manicured gardens and guarded gates. For Sunanda, it was simply where she lived—a functional space close to her office. But for Aruna, it was an opportunity she wasn’t going to waste.  After Babu left for college in a different city, the dynamic of the household shifted. With Sunanda engrossed in her demanding job, Aruna had the run of the place. The servants, assigned by the government, attended to every need—cleaning, cooking, and running errands. 

“Aruna Madam, would you like tea?” the housemaid asked one lazy afternoon. 

“Yes, make it strong,” Aruna replied, reclining on the plush sofa in the living room. She had adjusted to this lifestyle with remarkable ease, her conservative demeanor masking her growing sense of entitlement. 

Sunanda returned home late most evenings, her shoulders heavy with the weight of bureaucracy. She rarely had time to notice the subtle changes in Aruna’s behavior—the way she had begun to treat the servants as her personal staff or the way she subtly rearranged the house to suit her tastes. 

“Aruna,” Sunanda said one evening as they sat down for dinner, “Have you thought about looking for work? You’re educated and capable. It might do you good to have something to focus on.” 

Aruna smiled politely. “I appreciate your concern, aunty, but I’m still adjusting to everything. Maybe in a few months.” 

Sunanda didn’t press further, her exhaustion overtaking her desire to argue. 

As the weeks passed, Aruna grew more comfortable, exploring the perks of living in government quarters. She indulged in the luxuries without hesitation, her small eyes glinting with satisfaction as she instructed the cook to prepare elaborate meals or sent the driver on unnecessary errands.  For Aruna, this wasn’t just a phase it was a carefully calculated step toward her menacing goals.

Few days later as Aruna entered the Kitchen, Sunanda sat at the dining table, a stack of biodata sheets spread out before her. Each sheet represented a potential match for Aruna, but the list was short, and the task was proving more challenging than she had anticipated. 

“Aruna,” Sunanda said, her voice soft but determined, “You’re not getting any younger. It’s time we find someone for you. I’ve already spoken to a few families.” 

Aruna looked up from her book, her expression calm. “Aunty, I’m in no hurry. Besides, marriage at my age is… complicated.” 

“Nonsense!” Sunanda replied. “You’re well-educated, traditional, and beautiful. Any man would be lucky to have you.” 

Despite Sunanda’s optimism, the process was far from easy. The men she found were either older widowers or middle-aged bachelors with their own quirks. When Sunanda finally managed to arrange a few meetings, Aruna dismissed them all with carefully crafted excuses. 

“He seems too focused on his business,” she said of one man. 

“This one doesn’t value tradition enough,” she said of another. 

Each rejection was accompanied by a reason that seemed plausible, at least to Sunanda, who believed in Aruna’s conservative values and purity. While Aruna’s motivations were more cunning, rooted in her determination to destroy the family.

During one of his visits, Purushotham noticed the tension in the household as Sunanda grew increasingly frustrated with Aruna’s rejections. “Aruna,” he said, his tone firm yet measured, “You’re making this harder than it needs to be. Sunanda is trying her best. Give these men a chance.” Aruna tilted her head, her small eyes narrowing as her voice took on a sweet but calculated tone. “Purushotham, you know how important compatibility is. I can’t settle for just anyone.” Her words, though seemingly reasonable, carried an undercurrent of defiance that didn’t escape him.

Purushotham smirked but said nothing. He had seen through people enough times to know when someone was playing a game. Still, he valued his friendship with the family too much to push the matter further. Sunanda, meanwhile, remained convinced of Aruna’s sincerity. “She just needs the right person,” she told herself, unaware of Aruna’s true intentions.  For Aruna, these rejections weren’t about finding the right man. They were about maintaining her current lifestyle—a life of comfort and freedom, supported by Sunanda’s unwavering trust. 

Time passed by;

The news of Sunanda’s selection for the national-level conference brought a wave of excitement and pride to the household. It was a prestigious opportunity, one that reaffirmed her status as a respected officer. 

“I’ll be away for four days,” Sunanda informed Aruna over breakfast, her tone brimming with both enthusiasm and responsibility. “The conference is important, and I’ll be traveling with my team.” 

Aruna’s expression shifted immediately. “Four days? What about me? I can’t stay here alone, aunty. What if something happens?” 

Sunanda sighed. “Aruna, this is a secure government complex. Nothing will happen.” 

But Aruna persisted, her voice trembling as she added, “You don’t understand. I’ve never been alone for so long. I… I won’t feel safe.” 

Sunanda looked at her stepdaughter, guilt flickering across her face. She was torn between her professional duties and her belief that Aruna truly needed her. After a moment’s hesitation, she reached for her phone. 

“I’ll call Babu,” she said. 

When Babu answered, Sunanda explained the situation. “Babu, I need you to come home for four days. Aruna isn’t comfortable staying alone, and I’ll be away for the conference.” 

Babu didn’t hesitate. “Of course, Amma. I’ll apply for leave today and take the first train home.”  For Sunanda, it was a compromise she was willing to make. She trusted Babu to handle things in her absence, even if she couldn’t shake the feeling that Aruna’s fear might be exaggerated. 

The evening before Sunanda’s departure was a whirlwind of preparation. Papers were neatly packed, files double-checked, and travel arrangements confirmed. Purushotham arrived unannounced, as he often did, his usual smirk in place. 

“Congratulations, Aunty,” he said, handing her a small bouquet of flowers. “A national-level conference , quite the achievement.” 

Sunanda accepted the flowers with a polite smile. “Thank you, Purushotham. It’s a big responsibility, but I’m ready.” 

Aruna watched the exchange from the corner of the room, her expression unreadable. She had grown used to Purushotham’s frequent visits but remained wary of his intentions. 

[sexonmind]

As the evening progressed, Sunanda checked in with Babu. 

“Babu,” she said over the phone, “Are you on your way?” 

There was a pause before Babu replied, his voice apologetic. “Amma, my lecturer asked us to submit an assignment paper before we leave. I can’t get out of it. I won’t make it home tonight, but I’ll be there first thing in the morning. I promise.” 

Sunanda frowned but understood the demands of academics. “Alright, Babu. Just make sure you come home tomorrow. Aruna will be waiting.” 

When she hung up, Purushotham raised an eyebrow. “Babu isn’t coming tonight?” 

Sunanda sighed. “No, but he’ll be here tomorrow. I trust him to keep his word.” 

The next morning, Sunanda left early, her car packed and ready. Purushotham stayed a little longer, offering Aruna a quick reassurance. 

As the car drove away, Aruna stood by the window, her mind already racing. She wasn’t sure if Babu would keep his promise, but either way, the house was hers—for now. 

Babu sat in the bus, the hours dragging on as he made his way home. He had promised to be there for Aruna, but now he was anxious. The night had already stretched far beyond what he had expected. He called Purushotham

“Babu, I’m here,” Purushotham’s voice came through the line. “There was a delay at college, but don’t worry, I’ve taken a bus”. Babu said “Ok, I’ll stay with Aruna until you get here.” Said Purushotham and ended the call.

Hours later, Babu arrived in the quiet, sleepy complex of government quarters. It was nearly 2 AM, and he hesitated at the front gate, unsure if he should ring the doorbell and risk disturbing Aruna’s sleep. He stood still for a moment, his thoughts swirling. 

The quarters, though well-maintained, were old—tall windows and long corridors, the kind of place where a whisper could echo for minutes. He glanced around the darkened yard, then made up his mind. 

He approached the side of the building, moving quietly. The house was large, spacious, but the walls and windows held secrets from years of wear. Babu could see into Aruna’s bedroom through a crack in the window. 

His breath caught in his throat as he froze, his eyes widening. 

The soft murmurs of Purushotham and Aruna having sex filled the quiet night air, a stark contrast to the sound of thoughts in Babu’s head. He felt a mix of anger and betrayal, but also a strange curiosity that kept him rooted to the spot. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the silhouettes moving in unison, the dim bed light casting an eerie glow across the rumpled sheets.

Purushotham’s hips moved with a steady rhythm, his body a testament to the passion that had been building between them. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was muffled by the pillows, but Babu could see the toll it was taking on the bed beneath them, the mattress bouncing slightly with every thrust. The sight was almost mesmerizing, like watching a dance that was both beautiful and forbidden.

Aruna’s moans grew louder, her body responding to the raw, primal instinct that had taken over. Her breasts bounced with each impact, her nipples hard and erect. Babu felt a twinge of arousal despite the rage simmering in his chest, his own cock stiffening in his pants as he watched. He had never seen Aruna like this—his sweet, innocent sister—transformed into a creature of desire by his best friend’s touch.

Without warning, they shifted. Purushotham lifted Aruna’s legs over his shoulders, his dick sliding in and out of her with increased vigor. The new angle allowed Babu an unobstructed view of the intimate act, the glistening wetness of her pussy as it took him in. Each stroke was a silent declaration of their betrayal of Babu’s trust etched into the fabric of his mind.

Aruna’s moans grew more guttural, her body undulating under the force of Purushotham’s thrusts. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her. The sound of skin slapping together was a symphony of lust that seemed to resonate through the entire building. The bed creaked and groaned, a mournful tune accompanying their clandestine coupling.

Purushotham’s dick was a weapon of pleasure, sliding in and out of Aruna’s tight, wet cunt with ease, the slickness of their love juices creating a lewd sucking sound that made Babu’s cock throb painfully. His sister’s pussy was stretched around his best friend’s thick shaft, the sight of which made Babu feel a mix of rage and a perverse excitement. He had never seen Aruna in such a state of sexual abandon, her body moving in ways that were both obscene and mesmerizing.

Her tits bounced with every thrust, the nipples standing erect as if begging for attention. The room was a tableau of raw passion and carnality, the scent of their sex mingling with the faint smell of sweat and desire. Babu’s hand found its way to his crotch, his fingers squeezing his hard-on through his pants, his mind torn between the urge to join them and the need to confront the reality of what he was witnessing.

 

Purushotham reached around to fondle Aruna’s breasts, his palms cupping and squeezing them roughly. Her nipples were stiff peaks that responded to his touch with a shiver that ran through her body. He pinched and twisted them, eliciting gasps that grew more frequent as he drove into her deeper and faster. Aruna’s pussy was a wet, glistening mess, her juices dripping down her thighs. Purushotham’s cock was slick with her nectar, sliding in and out with an ease that spoke of their familiarity. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, making her scream in pleasure, the sound echoing through the quiet corridors of the government quarters.

With a feral growl, Purushotham flipped Aruna over onto her hands and knees, positioning her in a doggystyle stance that allowed him to plunge into her even deeper. His dick was a piston, moving in and out of her with a rhythm that was both punishing and pleasurable. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass filled the room, a bassline to their symphony of lust. Aruna pushed back into him, her own needs driving her to meet each thrust with eager anticipation. Her cunt was a vice, squeezing him tightly with every push forward, urging him to go faster, deeper.

Babu’s hand moved faster on his cock, the fabric of his pants growing wet with his own precum as he watched the scene before him. The sight of Aruna’s ass bouncing with each impact, her pussy gaping and closing around Purushotham’s thick shaft, was too much to bear. His mind raced with thoughts of what he would do when he finally confronted them. Would he be able to contain his anger, or would he give in to the dark desires that now consumed him?

Purushotham’s grip on Aruna’s hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pumped into her with renewed vigor. He leaned over, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered dirty, possessive nothings into her ear, his breath hot and heavy with lust. Her moans grew more animalistic, each one a whimper of pleasure that seemed to spur him on.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered to the side, catching a movement in the shadows outside the window. There, Babu stood, his hand clenched around his erection, his eyes glued to the scene playing out before him. For a split second, Purushotham’s rhythm faltered, his eyes meeting Babu’s in a silent exchange of shock and understanding. But instead of stopping, Purushotham’s smile grew wider, a twisted, knowing grin that sent a shiver down Babu’s spine. He leaned down and grabbed a handful of Aruna’s hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck, and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. The sound echoed through the room, a stark reminder of Babu’s presence outside.

Without missing a beat, he continued to fuck her, his movements growing more aggressive, more claiming. He pulled her hair harder, using it to guide her head, forcing her to arch her back further and take him deeper. Aruna gasped, her body trembling with the mix of pleasure and pain, her eyes glazed over with desire. The sight of his best friend watching him take his sister, his own hand moving in time with their rhythm, only fueled the fire burning in Purushotham’s belly. He felt a twisted sense of power, a thrill that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He grabbed her hips and slapped her ass again, leaving another handprint to match the first.

 

Aruna’s moans grew louder, her body moving with the same urgent need that now gripped Purushotham. He knew Babu could hear them, could see the way his sister’s body responded to him, and the thought made him push harder, faster. The sound of skin on skin, the slap of his hand against her ass, the wet suction of his cock moving in and out of her it was a symphony that seemed to crescendo with every passing moment.

Babu’s hand stilled on his cock, his breathing ragged. The anger and betrayal he felt were now tinged with something else, a strange, burning desire to be a part of what was happening in that room. He watched as Purushotham slapped Aruna’s ass again, her cheeks reddening with each blow, and he knew he couldn’t look away. He was trapped in a cycle of his own making, a silent witness to the most intimate of moments between two people he cared about deeply.

And as Purushotham’s strokes grew faster, more erratic, it was clear that he was approaching climax. Aruna’s body tightened around him, her cries growing more desperate as she chased her own release. The tension in the air was palpable, a thick, electric charge that seemed to crackle and snap with every movement. Babu felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead, his hand itching to join in, to claim what was rightfully his. But he remained frozen, his hand hovering over his cock, his mind racing with conflicting emotions.

With one final, powerful thrust, Purushotham buried himself deep inside Aruna, his body tensing as he released his load into her welcoming warmth. She screamed, her body shuddering with the force of her own orgasm, her cunt clenching around him like a fist.

Purushotham slowly withdrew from Aruna's quivering cunt, his cock glistening with the evidence of their passionate union. He took a moment to catch his breath, his chest heaving, and then looked over at Babu, a knowing smile playing on his lips. With a nod that was both a silent command and an invitation, he gestured for Babu to approach the front door. Despite the sticky mess of their encounter, there was an undeniable allure in the way Aruna's pussy continued to pulse, hungrily, around the emptiness left by Purushotham's retreating shaft. 

Babu's cock, which had been straining against his pants during the whole scene, grew even harder at the thought of what was to come. He licked his lips in anticipation, his hand finally giving in to the urge and wrapping around his thick, throbbing member. The room was suffused with the musky scent of sex and the sound of their labored breathing as he walked over, his legs slightly shaky from the overwhelming excitement that had built up within him.

With a smug smile, Purushotham sauntered over to the bedroom door and swung it open, allowing Babu to step inside. The room was a cocoon of debauchery, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Aruna lay sprawled across the bed, her legs spread wide, her chest rising and falling in erratic bursts as she tried to regain her breath. Her skin was slick with sweat, her long hair matted to her forehead and neck, and her eyes were glazed over with a mix of pleasure and shock. As Babu's gaze traveled down her body, he took in the sight of her swollen, glistening pussy, still quivering from the intensity of her climax. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Babu's voice was a harsh whisper, his eyes wide with a mix of anger, confusion, and a begrudging arousal that he couldn't quite hide.

Aruna's eyes snapped open, and she bolted upright, the sheet clutched to her chest in a futile attempt at modesty. "Babu!" she gasped.

 

 

[Hotyyhard]

What an Erotic Start please continue

[sri7869]

Good start

[tweeny_fory]

Wonderful start... thought that Aruna had some plans, but seems like purushotaman has plans of his own..
lets see whats next

[sexonmind]

Chapter 2:  Unspoken Intentions
“Get dressed and come out,” Babu said, his voice steady but laced with an authority that left no room for argument.
Aruna’s face burned with shame as she stammered, “Babu... I-I can explain—”
“Now,” Babu interrupted, his tone low and firm. Without waiting for a response, he turned and closed the door behind him.
In the living room, Purushotham stood waiting, his posture tense but composed, as though calculating his next move. Babu walked in, his steps purposeful. He stopped a few feet away and fixed Purushotham with a stare so intense that it seemed to strip away any pretense.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Babu’s voice broke the silence, sharp and laden with barely controlled rage.
Purushotham didn’t flinch but raised a placating hand. “Look, Babu—”
“Don’t you dare,” Babu snapped, his fists clenching at his sides. “You think I don’t know what’s happening? You think you can walk in here and—”
“Calm down,” Purushotham interrupted, his voice calm but firm, almost patronizing. “Let’s not make this bigger than it needs to be.”
“Bigger?” Babu’s voice rose, his restraint cracking. “You’re in my house, with my—” He cut himself off, glancing toward the closed bedroom door. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
“Look,” Purushotham said evenly, his hands outstretched in mock surrender. “I didn’t plan for this to happen. It just... happened.”
Babu took a step closer, his chest heaving. “That’s your excuse? That it ‘just happened’? You seduced her, didn’t you?”
Purushotham’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it outright. Instead, he said, “She’s not as innocent as you think, Babu. And before you go pointing fingers, maybe you should hear my side.”
The words hit like a slap, and Babu’s anger flickered into confusion for a brief moment. His chest rose and fell as he struggled to rein in his emotions. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Purushotham broke the silence.
“Babu,” Purushotham said, his voice measured, calm, almost condescending. “We’re two consenting adults. What happened is... natural.”
Babu’s eyes widened, his fists trembling at his sides. “Natural?” he spat, his voice rising. “You’re calling this natural? Sneaking into this house and doing—” His words choked in his throat, unable to articulate the betrayal he felt. “She’s—she’s family, Purushotham! She’s my—”
“Your sister,” Purushotham interjected smoothly, cutting him off. “Not your child. Not your responsibility, Babu. She’s a grown woman who can make her own choices.”
Babu’s hands curled into tight fists, his knuckles white. “And you? What about you? You’ve been a family friend for years. You know what she’s been through, what we’ve all been through. You’re supposed to—” His voice broke, his anger momentarily eclipsed by the ache of betrayal. “You’re supposed to protect her, not take advantage of her!”
Purushotham tilted his head, his calm demeanor unshaken. “Protect her?” he repeated, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “She doesn’t need protecting, Babu. She’s stronger than you give her credit for. She knew what she wanted, and I... well, I didn’t say no.”
Babu took a step forward, his body trembling with barely suppressed rage. “So, that’s it? That’s all it was to you? Something convenient? Something... casual?”
Purushotham didn’t flinch. “I’m not the villain you’re trying to make me out to be, Babu. I didn’t force her. I didn’t manipulate her. It was mutual. And if you can’t handle that, maybe that’s your problem.”
Babu stared at him, the weight of his words sinking in, twisting the knife deeper. For a moment, the room fell silent, save for the sound of Babu’s ragged breathing.
Babu’s hands trembled with rage as he stormed toward the bedroom, leaving Purushotham behind. He banged on the door, his voice barely holding back the fury within.
“Aruna! Open the door!”
There was a pause, and then the door slowly creaked open. Aruna stood there, her saree hastily dbangd over her, her face pale and filled with something that looked like shame—or was it fear?
Babu’s voice dropped, trembling. “Tell me what’s going on. Right now.”
Aruna looked down, her fingers nervously clutching the edge of her saree. “Babu... please don’t yell,” she said, her voice soft, almost pleading. “I... I didn’t want you to find out this way.”
“Didn’t want me to find out?” Babu snapped, his anger barely contained. “You’re standing here, and he’s out there acting like nothing happened! What in God’s name is this, Aruna?”
Aruna took a shaky breath, her eyes filling with tears. She sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for him to do the same. Babu hesitated, his anger warring with his confusion, before reluctantly sitting down, his gaze never leaving her.
“Babu...” she began, her voice trembling. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I... I’ve been feeling so alone. Ever since your father passed, I’ve been... lost. And Purushotham, he’s always been there. He’s always shown so much concern for me.”
“Concern?” Babu asked, incredulous. “This is what you call concern? Aruna, I trusted you. I trusted him.”
Aruna looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears. “You don’t understand, Babu. He... he made me feel seen. He would come over and talk to me, ask about my well-being, tell me I deserved better... that I was beautiful.” Her voice broke on the last word.
Babu clenched his fists, his anger momentarily tempered by confusion. “So, what? You fell for him? Just like that?”
Aruna nodded slowly, her face a picture of helplessness. “I didn’t mean to, Babu. But... the way he looked at me, the way he made me feel... it was like he understood me in a way no one else does. And tonight...” She hesitated, her voice faltering. “It just happened. I didn’t plan for it. I swear.”
Babu stared at her, his mind spinning. “And you didn’t think about how this would affect me? How this would affect us?”
“I did, Babu,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I thought about you. I thought about everything. But I... I thought he cared. I thought it meant something.”
Babu’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. “And?” he asked, his voice cold, almost detached.
Aruna hesitated, then looked up at him with teary eyes, her voice trembling but resolute. “Everything will be alright, Babu,” she said softly. “Once Purushotham and I get married... things will fall into place.”
Babu blinked, taken aback. “Married?” he said, his voice rising. “Do you even hear yourself? He called this... this mess casual! He doesn’t care about marriage.”
Aruna shook her head, her expression earnest, her tone soothing. “Babu, listen to me,” she said. “Purushotham is just afraid of commitment right now. Or... maybe he’s having second thoughts because I’m ten years older than him. That’s understandable, isn’t it?”
Babu stared at her, incredulous. “Understandable? You’re excusing this? He doesn’t respect you, Aruna. He doesn’t respect us.”
She reached out, her voice calm, almost pleading. “Babu, it’s not like that. Purushotham values your friendship. I know he does. He might be hesitant now, but that’s just temporary. If you talk to him, if you slowly persuade him, I’m sure he’ll come around. He just needs time.”
Babu took a step back, his mind spinning. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You want me to convince him?” he asked, his voice a mixture of disbelief and anger. “After what he did? After what you both did?”
Aruna looked down, her expression quiet and composed despite her tears. “I know it’s a lot to ask, Babu,” she said softly. “But you’re the only one who can help us make this right. Please... for me, for our family.”
Babu’s shoulders sagged, the weight of the situation crushing him. He didn’t know what to say, so he turned and walked away, leaving Aruna sitting on the bed, her face unreadable in the dim light.
As Babu stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him, Aruna sat in silence for a moment. The faint echo of his footsteps faded down the hallway, leaving the house eerily quiet. Slowly, a grin spread across her face, subtle at first, then growing wider.
This wasn’t the exact outcome she had envisioned, but it was better. Much better.
Her initial plan was simple: draw Purushotham closer, using the power of seduction to make him feel indispensable to her, and in turn, secure her position. She had been confident that by exploiting his desires and her own vulnerability, she could bind him to her, ensuring he wouldn’t stray too far from her grasp. But this? This unintended twist had the potential to work even more in her favor.
If Babu could be made to fight for her cause—to advocate for her relationship with Purushotham—it would drive a wedge between Purushotham and the family, isolating him from Babu’s trust. She’d seen how much Purushotham valued his bond with Babu, but if that bond started to fracture? He would either crumble under the guilt and give in to her demands or distance himself entirely, making her the aggrieved party in Babu’s eyes.
Either outcome played into her hands.
As Aruna listened to the muffled sound of Babu’s raised voice in the living room, a slow, satisfied smile crept across her face. She had planted the perfect seed—one that would grow and bear fruit in ways that would serve her plans. Now, all she needed was patience. The pieces were falling into place.
Her thoughts drifted back over the events of the night, each moment playing like a carefully staged act. It had started earlier that day with Babu’s frantic phone call, pleading with Purushotham to stay at the quarters until he arrived. Aruna had felt a mix of annoyance and intrigue at the arrangement. At first, she saw it as another example of Babu’s blind sense of duty to her, but then, as the hours passed, she realized the opportunity it presented.
Purushotham was with her all day, lounging casually and chatting with her, as he often did. Over time, their conversation shifted to more personal matters. She had expertly steered the dialogue toward her unmarried status, feigning vulnerability in her tone. “People don’t understand. Saying yes to just anyone is not so easy. There’s so much to consider—age, expectations, compatibility, attraction....and trust. Who can I trust to truly value me for who I am?”
Purushotham leaned back on the couch, his eyes momentarily scanning her as if to reassess his words. “Attraction?” He repeated, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. “You’re absolutely right. It’s crucial. And you, Aruna...” He paused, watching her closely as if savoring the moment. “You are very beautiful. You don’t look a day over 30, even though you’re 40. I’m sure it’s difficult for you to find someone who you think is truly attractive enough to meet your standards.”
That was the opening for Aruna. It was exactly the kind of compliment she wanted to hear, but she let her expression remain neutral, not allowing herself to appear too pleased by his praise. Instead, she lowered her gaze and let out a soft, almost wistful sigh.
“You think so?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she were contemplating his words. “I don’t know, Purushotham. Sometimes I feel like I’ve waited too long. I see younger women getting married, settling down, and I wonder if there’s still time for someone like me.”
Purushotham sat up straighter, his gaze softening. “Aruna, I don’t think age matters when it comes to love. You’ve got everything someone could want—beauty, intelligence, grace. You just need to find the right person who can appreciate all that.”
She smiled faintly, looking at him through her lashes. “And what about you, Purushotham? Do you think you could appreciate all of that?”
The air between them thickened, and she knew she had him hooked. He was young, yes, but he was also very manly. The kind of man who could handle a woman.
Purushotham chuckled, shaking his head. “What I think doesn’t matter, Aruna. It’s what we do that counts.” But Aruna was already a step ahead. She leaned in closer, her voice a soft whisper. “But if what you think can make a difference, wouldn’t that be something worth considering?”

Purushotham looked into her eyes and said. “What are you getting at?”
She placed her hand gently on his, her touch feather-light, sending a shiver up his arm. “I’m just saying... if you truly believe I’m as wonderful as you say, then maybe it’s worth taking a chance.
Purushotham’s gaze lingered on her, his expression unreadable. She knew she had him. With a slow, deliberate movement, Aruna stood up, the fabric of her georgette saree whispering against her skin as she walked towards her bedroom. Her hips swayed seductively, the material clinging to her curves like a second skin, revealing just enough to leave his imagination racing. She knew the effect she was having on him, and she reveled in it.
As she approached her bedroom, her voluptuous form seemed to sway in a hypnotic dance, each step accentuating the luscious curves of her hips and the generous swell of her bosom. The delicate fabric of her translucent blouse clung to her like a second skin, revealing the tantalizing outline of her full breasts, their heavy weight straining against the flimsy material. The deep valley between them beckoned, hinting at the rosy areolae and the tightened peaks that awaited his touch. Her waist cinched in dramatically before flaring out again into the roundness of her hips, which were wrapped in the sheer petticoat that barely contained the perfection of her thighs and the softness of her ass. The petticoat itself was a tease, fluttering with each step and offering glimpses of the dark, inviting crevice that lay beneath. Aruna’s beauty was a feast for his eyes, a banquet of sensuality that he could not ignore.
As she reached the entrance to her room, she felt his presence close behind her. Without turning, she paused, her heart racing. Then, strong arms encircled her waist, and she gasped as Purushotham pulled her into a tight embrace from behind. His 6’1” frame was a perfect fit for her 5’8” curvy figure, his broad chest pressing against her back, making her feel small, yet protected. His breath was warm against her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
“Aruna,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her very bones.
She leaned back into him, feeling his firmness and the heat radiating from his body. “Yes, Purushotham?” she replied coyly, her voice a soft purr.
He spun her around, his eyes dark with desire, and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss that seemed to burn away every doubt and hesitation she had felt. Her body melted into his, the curves of her 36-30-38 silhouette fitting perfectly into the contours of his muscular embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape, her breasts pressing into his chest.
Their kiss grew more intense, and Aruna felt an un-familiar heat pooling in her stomach. She played a game with Purushotham, without understanding the consequences.
As they broke apart, panting, Aruna looked up at him with a mix of surprise and feigned innocence. “What are we doing?” she whispered, placing a hand to her flushed cheek. “This isn’t right, Purushotham. I didn’t mean it when I said it’s worth taking a chance. We shouldn’t have—”
But Purushotham’s boldness didn’t waver. He silenced her protests with another kiss, deeper and more demanding than the first. His hands found their way to the edge of her blouse, his touch burning through the fabric as he traced the outline of her breasts. Aruna’s body responded despite herself, her hands clutching his shoulders for balance. She knew she should push him away, but something within her craved this forbidden connection.
Purushotham’s kiss grew more urgent, his hands slipping down her blouse down. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, sending sparks of pleasure through her. Aruna’s protests grew weaker, turning into whimpers of desire. Without breaking the kiss, Purushotham began to unravel the intricate knot of her six-yard saree. As the garment fell to the floor, Aruna stepped out of it, her legs slightly unsteady. She wore only her petticoat and blouse now, and he could see the outline of her shapely legs, the shadow of her belly button, and the swell of her waist. His eyes devoured her, his hunger growing.
Purushotham’s kisses trailed down her throat to her navel, his hands cupping her full, rounded stomach. He kissed her belly gently, his tongue swirling around her navel, sending a rush of pleasure to her core. Aruna’s protests turned into gasps of pleasure, her hands moving from his shoulders to tangle in his hair.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, she gave in fully. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, her own kisses growing more passionate and insistent. His hands continued to explore her body,  pushing the petticoat aside to reveal the soft flesh of her thighs. Purushotham lifted her effortlessly, his strong arms cradling her as he gently guided her to the bed. She felt the softness of the mattress give way beneath them as he laid her down, his body hovering over hers. Aruna’s heart raced as she looked up into his eyes, dark with lust and something else—something deeper and more complex that she couldn’t quite name.
He kissed her again, his lips moving from hers to her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. His thumbs hooked into her blouse, and with one swift motion, he pulled it open to expose her lacy bra. He took a moment to admire the sight of her, the soft mounds of her breasts pressing against the delicate fabric. Then, with a groan of desire, he leaned down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, suckling it gently at first before increasing the pressure.
Aruna arched her back, her breasts thrusting upward into his hungry mouth. She moaned, her hands roving over his bare back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her touch. Purushotham’s mouth moved from one breast to the other, his teeth grazing the sensitive peaks before switching his attention to her navel again.

Her hands reached down to his waist, and she felt the heat of his erection against her thigh. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of him inside her. She had never felt more alive, more wanted than she did at that moment. As if reading her thoughts, Purushotham began to kiss her again, moving down her stomach to the waistband of her petticoat. With one swift tug, he pulled it down, exposing her nakedness to him. He took a moment to drink in the sight of her, his eyes lingering on the dark triangle between her legs. Purushotham’s fingers found their way to her clit, and he began to rub it in tight circles, his thumb occasionally slipping lower to tease the sensitive flesh around her entrance. Aruna’s eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing more feral with every pass. Her body tensed, and she knew she was close, so close to shattering in his arms.
The air grew thick with anticipation as he slid off her petticoat, his erection now standing proudly between them. Aruna felt a thrill of fear mixed with excitement. She had never been with a man so young, so virile.
Purushotham took a moment to appreciate her beauty, his eyes traveling the length of her body before settling on the glistening wetness between her thighs. He leaned in and kissed her there, his tongue exploring her folds with the same passion and hunger as his mouth had her breasts. Aruna’s hips bucked, her legs spreading wider to give him better access.

Continued......

[sexonmind]

He took his time, tasting her, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him, begging for more. When she was wet and ready, he positioned himself at her entrance, his cock pulsing with need.
Aruna’s eyes widened as she felt the tip of his cock push inside her. With a primal growl, Purushotham plunged into her, filling her. His strokes grew steadily, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, rhythmic sound that seemed to drive them both wild. Aruna’s body responded instinctively, her hips rising to meet his every thrust. She felt herself tightening around him, her inner walls clenching in a desperate bid to keep him deep within her. It had been so long since she had felt this full, this alive. She gasped, her nails digging into his back as he began to thrust, filling her completely. He moved with a steady rhythm, his body moving in sync with hers, as if they had been lovers for years.
Her breasts bounced with every impact of their bodies, the friction of his chest against her nipples sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. Her hands slid down his back, her nails digging into his flesh as she urged him to go deeper, faster, harder. The sound of their passion grew louder, their breaths mingling in harsh, desperate pants.
Their moans filled the room, the sound of their bodies slapping against each other echoing off the walls. Aruna felt a surge of excitement as Purushotham lifted her legs over his shoulders, his cock penetrating her deeper than she had ever felt before. The angle was new, and the sensations it brought with it were overwhelming. Purushotham’s hands on her hips, the force of his thrusts, the way his dick filled her up – it all combined to form a symphony of pleasure that she had never experienced. The sound of their skin slapping together seemed to echo in her very soul, a declaration of their shared desire that she could not ignore. Her moans grew louder, more primal, as he claimed her with a ferocity that was both thrilling and terrifying.
The bed creaked beneath them, a testament to the passion that consumed them both. Purushotham’s touch grew rougher, his fingers digging into her hips as he pounded into her. When he reached around to fondle her breasts, his touch was almost violent, but it sent waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo that was as much about the sex as it was about the situation.
Purushotham flipped Aruna over onto her hands and knees, positioning her in a doggystyle stance that allowed him to plunge into her even deeper. As Purushotham’s hand slapping against her ass she felt a strange pleasure in the pain. But instead of shying away from the pain, she pushed back into him, urging him to go harder, faster. Her cunt clenched around him, her body begging for release, for the sweet oblivion that she knew was just moments away. And when he finally came, filling her with his hot, sticky cum, she couldn’t help but scream in ecstasy, her own orgasm crashing over her. Aruna’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing through her with a force that left her breathless. Her body convulsed, her muscles clamping down on Purushotham’s cock as she screamed out his name. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming that she thought she might pass out.
As Purushotham withdrew, she watched him in the mirror, his chest glistening with sweat, his cock still hard. He looked over at Babu, a smile playing on his lips, and she knew what he wanted. The room was thick with the scent of sex and lust, and she could feel her pussy pulsing with need. Despite the fear and guilt that warred within her, she found herself eager to see what would happen next.

End of chapter 2

[sexonmind]

Guys if you like my story please leave a word of appreciation or encourage or if you don't like still say something. Please

[Hotyyhard]

stunning update please continue

[Vineeth412]

Awesome update. Looking forward to further updates

[tweeny_fory]

wow lovely writing and detailed erotic scenes.
thought that purushotaman is planing all the game, but the twist lies in episode 2 where aruna is planting and playing purushotaman

love to see how the plot moves from now on and what is aruna's target

[sexonmind]

Chapter 3: Trust on the Brink

As Aruna reminisced over the events of the night in the TV room Babu sat down with Purushotham, his mind clouded with conflicting emotions. He is torn between confronting Purushotham more forcefully and preserving the fragile peace of the household. As much as he felt betrayed, he also felt a responsibility to handle the situation delicately for his mother’s sake.
He took a deep breath and said "Purushotham," his voice low but steady, "I need to know where this... relationship with Aruna is heading. She’s talking about marriage."
Purushotham raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "Marriage? Babu, look... I respect Aruna. She’s a remarkable woman, but... last night was just a moment. A connection in the heat of the moment, nothing more."
Babu clenched his fists under the table, struggling to keep his composure. "You don’t think she deserves more than that? After everything she’s been through?"
Purushotham sighed, rubbing his temples. "It’s not about deserving. It’s about reality. Aruna is ten years older than me. I don’t see myself settling down with her, especially not in the long term. I care about her, yes, but marriage... that’s not on the cards."
Babu stared at him, his mind racing. He thought of Aruna’s tearful confession and her insistence that Purushotham hesitated only because of societal expectations. She must have misunderstood his intentions,Babu thought. Or maybe I can make him see reason.
"Look," Babu said finally, softening his tone, "you’ve always been there for my family. You’ve been like a brother to me. Aruna trusts you. If there’s any chance you could give this relationship a real shot, think about it. I’m not asking for an answer now. Just… don’t dismiss it outright."
Purushotham nodded, though his expression remained guarded. "I’ll think about it, Babu. But you should also consider whether this is what’s best for everyone."
Babu felt a flicker of hope. He believed he could work on Purushotham’s reservations over time, for Aruna’s sake. For now, he decided to let the matter rest, hoping that some distance would bring clarity to all parties involved.
Babu stared at him, his mind racing. He thought of Aruna’s tearful confession and her insistence that Purushotham hesitated only because of societal expectations. She must have misunderstood his intentions, Babu thought. Or maybe I can make him see reason.
The conversation hung in the air, thick with tension. After a moment of awkward silence, Purushotham leaned forward, his eyes searching Babu’s. "Did you like what you saw, Babu?"
Babu’s heart pounded in his chest. The question caught him off guard. He knew what Purushotham was referring to – the intimate moment between him and Aruna that he’d stumbled upon. "What I saw was private," he replied tightly, "and it doesn’t change the fact that she’s my sister. You’re my friend. You know that”.
Purushotham's gaze intensified, his question lingering like a seductive whisper. "I'm not asking about that, Babu. Did you enjoy seeing her naked?"
Babu's cheeks flushed, his cock stirring in his pants at the memory of Aruna's voluptuous curves, her ample breasts bouncing as she rode Purushotham. He tried to push the thought away, reminding himself of the moral quandary he faced, but his body had its own desires. "It's not about that," he managed to say, his voice strained.
Purushotham leaned back again, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Isn't it, though? You can't tell me you didn't find her attractive."
Babu swallowed hard, his eyes darting down to the bulge in Purushotham's pants. He couldn't deny the sudden arousal coursing through his veins, and the view of Aruna, getting fucked, was more arousing than he cared to admit. The room felt hotter, the air thicker with the scent of sexual tension. "Maybe I did," he conceded, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it doesn't change the fact that she's my sister."
Purushotham chuckled, his eyes gleaming with understanding. "Babu, think about it. You didn't grow up with Aruna. You weren't there to fight over the last cookie or argue over the remote. She's not your blood sister, she's just a woman you've known for a while. A very attractive woman," he added, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "And let's be honest, she's got a body that would make any man's head spin." He paused, allowing the image of Aruna's lush curves and pert nipples to sink in before continuing, "I know you felt something when you saw her like that. It's natural. We're all adults here right!
Babu's eyes narrowed at Purushotham's blunt words. "Don't talk about her like that," he warned, his voice tight. "Aruna is not just any woman."
Purushotham leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But, Babu, she is. She's a woman with needs and desires, and she's found someone to fill that void. And let's not forget, I've had my share of experiences. I know when a woman is playing the innocent card." He smirked, his hand casually brushing against the growing bulge in his pants. "Trust me, Aruna is far from innocent. She's a sexual goddess who knows exactly what she wants."
The air grew thick with the weight of Purushotham's words. Babu felt a confusing mix of anger, jealousy, and arousal at the thought of his sister as a sexually assertive being. Despite his efforts to maintain his moral high ground, the image of Aruna's naked body, her pussy tight around Purushotham's cock, was etched into his mind, making it increasingly difficult to argue.
"You know I've fucked many bitches in my life," Purushotham went on, "and through that experience let me tell you, Aruna is a woman who's in tune with her sexuality, and she knows how to use it to get what she wants. And she wanted it, and she liked Babu.

Babu's eyes widened in shock. "But... I thought she was a virgin," he stammered, his mind reeling with the revelation.
Purushotham chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, Babu," he said, shaking his head, "don't be so naive. Aruna may not be an absolute 'bitch' but let me assure you, her pussy has seen its fair share of cocks before me. She's a woman of the world, and she's been around the block a few times."
"Her pussy was like a tight, wet fist around my cock," Purushotham said, his voice filled with carnality, "but the way she arched her back and pushed herself onto me when I took her from behind... that screamed experience, not innocence." His words were like a punch to Babu's gut. He knew there was a hint of truth in what Purushotham said. The mental image of Aruna's round, firm ass bouncing as Purushotham pounded into her from behind was almost too much evidence to deny the fact. "She's had a few dicks before me, I can tell," Purushotham continued, his eyes glinting with mischief. "And she's got the moves to prove it. That girl can take pounding like a pro."
The explicit description made Babu's cock throb in his pants, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Despite his moral outrage, he couldn't deny the raw, primal attraction he felt towards his step-sister. The thought of watching her moan and writhe in pleasure as Purushotham filled her with his seed, was a taboo fantasy he'd never expected to see. But now, as the lines of familial loyalty blurred before his eyes, Babu found himself questioning his own boundaries and desires.
"Is that why you refuse to marry her?" Babu asked, his voice laced with accusation and pain.
Purushotham gazed into Babu's questioning eyes. "It's not like that," he replied, his voice smooth and unbothered by the tension in the air. "But, Babu, let's be realistic. I'm not a saint, and I don't expect her to be one either. She's a woman who knows what she wants and how to get it. I don't mind a little experience, but marriage is a different ballgame."
The words hung in the air like a challenge, and Babu felt his anger flare up again. "So, you're using her?"
Purushotham with a hint of reverence in his voice "Using her? No, I'm enjoying her. And she's enjoying me. It's not as black and white as you're making it out to be. Life's messy, Babu. Sometimes you find love in unexpected places. But marriage... that's a commitment. And I'm just not ready for that kind of complication, especially with someone who comes with so much baggage."
Babu's fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms. "You make her sound like a whore," he spat.
"I'm just being honest," Purushotham retorted, his tone unapologetic.
The room remained silent, the only sound the ticking of the clock on the wall, as Babu's mind raced with the implications of Purushotham's words. The image of Aruna's curvy body, her slick pussy, and her moans of pleasure continued to play in his head, taunting him with the possibility of what could be. The line between right and wrong had never been so blurred, and Babu couldn't help but feel drawn to the seductive allure of the forbidden.
"Look," Babu said, his voice tight, "I know she may not mean a lot to you, but you mean a lot to her. Just think about it, okay? For her sake, for our family's sake. You can't ignore how she feels. And... and if I mean anything to you……."
Before Babu could finish that sentence, Purushotham said "Look, I'll think about what you said. But don't go expecting a fairy-tale ending here. It's a big step for me, and I don't take it lightly. Besides Aruna's a grown woman, and she makes her own choices. If she's happy with the way things are, who are we to judge?”
The tension in the room began to dissipate slightly as the two men sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts about the situation. Babu couldn't shake the vivid images of Aruna and Purushotham's illicit encounter, and his own unexpected feelings of desire. Despite his initial anger and confusion, he found himself hoping that perhaps, just maybe, this could all somehow work out.
As Purushotham left the room, Babu remained seated, his hand unconsciously resting on the bulge in his pants. He couldn't help but wonder about Aruna's fate. The way Purushotham talked about her, the raw indifference in his voice, didn't give much hope to Babu. But he hoped the bond that he shares with Purushotham might just make him think otherwise.

Continued....

[sexonmind]

Part 2 chapter 3


That day, Babu woke up at 11:00 a.m., his body heavy and his mind clouded. For a brief moment, he thought he’d had a nightmare. The vivid images from the previous night felt distant, as though they belonged to someone else’s reality. But as he sat up and rubbed his face, clarity struck him like a blow. It hadn’t been a dream.
He couldn’t even recall when he had gone to bed, exhaustion likely pulling him under after the long, draining conversation with Purushotham.
Dragging himself out of bed, he noticed the clock. 11:30 a.m. For someone as disciplined as Babu, waking up so late was almost unheard of. He stumbled into the dining room, where a simple breakfast of dosa and chutney had been laid out, now cold from waiting.
As he sat down, still bleary-eyed and detached, Aruna walked in. She placed a cup of coffee on the table beside him, her face unreadable. “Purushotham left this morning,” she said abruptly, her tone devoid of emotion.
Babu paused mid-bite. “Oh,” he replied, unsure of what else to say.
Aruna stood by the doorway for a moment, watching him silently before walking away, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

The rest of the day passed in a haze of silence between them. Babu and Aruna occupied the same spaces, exchanging only polite words when necessary. He retreated to his books at one point, though he couldn’t focus on a single page. Aruna busied herself in the kitchen and around the house, her movements unusually quiet.
Despite the unspoken tension, neither of them broached the subject that loomed over them. Babu felt torn—he wanted to confront her, to understand her side fully, but each time he opened his mouth to speak, he found himself hesitating.
By evening, the house felt heavier than ever, the silence wrapping around them like a suffocating blanket.
Babu waited all day to call his mother, Sunandha, knowing she would be occupied with the conference until evening. He paced restlessly, his phone in hand, thoughts swirling. Meanwhile, Sunandha, though 46 and fit as a fiddle, still felt the lingering weight of grief from losing her husband earlier in the year. The eight-hour journey the day before had been long, but the company made it bearable.
She traveled with Srinu, her dependable 44-year-old driver, and Sai, her 24-year-old assistant who, despite having joined the office only six months ago, had already impressed Sunandha with his efficiency. Rani, her lively and talkative 32-year-old personal attendant, had insisted on coming along.
Throughout the journey, the friendly banter between Rani and Sai filled the car. Rani teased Sai about his seriousness, while he responded with dry wit, sparking laughter that eased the weariness of the long drive. Even Sunandha, seated quietly, found herself smiling now and then, grateful for the light-hearted exchange.
When they finally arrived at the luxurious hotel, Sunandha marveled at the opulence of her suite. She rarely experienced such luxury, and after thanking her staff, she took the opportunity to unwind. She filled the large bathtub with warm water and allowed herself a rare moment of relaxation.
The staff, including Srinu, Sai, and Rani, were accommodated in a nearby facility reserved for support personnel. It was not as luxurious as Sunandha’s accommodations but was comfortable enough. Sunandha’s suite featured a private waiting room, where she instructed Rani to rest.
“Rani, you can sleep in the waiting room tonight. If I need anything, I’ll call for you,” Sunandha said.
Rani, still cheerful from the journey’s banter, nodded eagerly. “Of course, madam! You just relax. I’ll be right here.” Rani, her eyes sparkling with excitement, approached Sunandha. "Madam, may I take a quick bath before dinner?" she asked, her voice a blend of hope and anticipation. She had been traveling all day, and the thought of sinking into a warm tub was heavenly.
Sunandha nodded graciously. "Of course, Rani. It's been a long journey for all of us. Take your time, but don't be too long. We still have an early start tomorrow."
Rani practically skipped to the bathroom, her heart racing at the thought of indulging in such opulence. The room was a vision of marble and gleaming chrome, the tub a cavernous sanctuary beckoning her to shed the dust of the road. She had never seen anything quite so grand, and she couldn't help but feel a touch of envy at Sunandha's lifestyle. But as she peeled off her clothes, revealing the curves that had blossomed since the birth of her son, she reminded herself that she had her own joys in life.
Her body, though chubby and curvy, had always been a source of pride for Rani. Her breasts, once perky and firm, had filled out to a delightful shagginess that spoke of her newfound role as a mother. They swayed gently as she moved, the nipples darkened and sensitive from nursing. The thought of her baby brought a smile to her lips as she stepped into the tub, the warm water enveloping her in a comforting embrace.
The tub was so large she could almost float in it, and she took a moment to appreciate the feeling of weightlessness that the warmth provided. She had read somewhere that it was like being in the womb again, and she couldn't help but feel a kinship with her little one, who she knew was probably sleeping soundly in the care of her mother-in-law back home. Her breasts, though slightly deflated from their usual state, still held a small reserve of milk, a reminder of the bond she shared with her child.
Leaning back, she closed her eyes and allowed the jets to massage her weary muscles. The sound of the water gurgling around her was soothing, and she took a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of the lavender bubbles that filled the tub. It was a small luxury, but after the long hours of driving and caring for Sunandha, it felt like heaven. As she squeezed her nipples gently, a few droplets of milk escaped, floating on the surface of the water like tiny white pearls. It was a strange sensation, but one that she found oddly comforting.
With a sigh, she reached down to caress herself, her fingertips lightly brushing the soft folds of her sex. The water made her skin feel more sensitive, and she gasped at the sudden jolt of pleasure. It had been weeks since she had last enjoyed such a moment of solitude, her husband's work keeping him away from home for extended periods. Her hand moved with more purpose now, her fingers slipping into her wetness, exploring the familiar terrain of her body with newfound appreciation.
The jets of the tub pulsed rhythmically against her back, mimicking the rhythm she had missed in the quiet of her empty bed. She imagined it was her husband's hands on her, his strong fingers teasing her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her breath quickened, her chest heaving as she grew more aroused. The warmth of the water and the coolness of the marble beneath her had her feeling like a goddess in a mythical chamber, free to indulge in any desire that struck her fancy.
Her thoughts grew more vivid, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan as she began to rub herself in earnest. She imagined her husband's face, his stern expression giving way to passion as he watched her. Her other hand reached up to cup her breast, her thumb flicking over her nipple. The milk that had been pooling in her breast spilled out, mixing with the water and the soap, creating a slickness that only added to the sensation. She closed her eyes tighter, losing herself in the fantasy.
The tension in her body grew, coiling tighter and tighter like a spring ready to snap. Her movements grew more urgent, her hips rising and falling in time with the pulsing jets. The sound of the water grew louder in her ears, muffling the noises she made. She was so close, the orgasm just a whisper away.
And then it hit her, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to radiate from her core, sending waves through her body. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out, her back arching as she climaxed. The muscles in her thighs tightened, her toes curling against the smooth bottom of the tub. Her hand trembled, her fingers still buried inside herself, as she rode the last waves of her release.
Panting, Rani slowly opened her eyes, her cheeks flushed and her breath coming in ragged gasps. The room was silent, the only sound the gentle patter of water against marble. She felt a sense of both satisfaction and embarrassment wash over her. It had been a long time since she had felt such intense pleasure. But as she looked down at her hand, still slick with her desire, she made a decision. Life was too short to deny herself happiness, even if it was just a fleeting fantasy. She had earned this moment, and she would cherish it. With a renewed sense of confidence, she cleaned herself up, the warm water carrying away the evidence of her indulgence.
As she stepped out of the tub, the cool air sent a shiver down her spine, bringing her back to reality. She wrapped herself in a plush towel, feeling more alive than she had in months. She knew that tomorrow would be a busy day, but for now, she had this stolen moment of pleasure, this secret shared with no one but herself and the silent walls of the hotel suite.
With a heavy heart, Rani decided to bury her feelings. She knew that she needed to focus on her job and her family.
As Sunandha settled into the plush bed, she felt the exhaustion begin to melt away. Meanwhile, Babu, back home, was still waiting for the right moment when her day’s work would be done.
At the conference, Sunandha was greeted by a mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces. Some were colleagues she had worked with for years, exchanging polite smiles and brief conversations, while others were new faces, eager to make an impression. Despite the formality, the day passed quickly for her, filled with discussions, presentations, and the hum of professional engagement.
Back home, however, the hours crawled by for Babu. The silence in the house felt oppressive, and every tick of the clock reminded him of the unresolved tension between him and Aruna. He distracted himself with chores and half-hearted attempts at studying, but his mind kept circling back to the events of the previous night.
While Sunandha's day was a whirlwind of activity, Babu's was marked by waiting—waiting for the right moment to call his mother, waiting for clarity, and waiting for the heaviness in his chest to lift.Finally, as the evening settled, Babu dialed his mother’s number. He held the phone to his ear, his heart heavy with unspoken words. When Sunandha’s warm, caring voice answered, a sense of relief washed over him.
“Babu! How are you? Did you reach home safely?” she asked, her tone filled with genuine concern.
“Yes, Amma,” he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. “Everything’s fine.”
Though he couldn’t bring himself to tell her what had happened, just hearing her voice made him feel a little lighter. They talked for a long time, the conversation meandering through familiar and comforting topics. Sunandha asked about his studies, and Babu shared updates on his assignments and college life.
In turn, she spoke about the conference, describing the people she met, some of whom Babu recognized. “Do you remember Mr. Rao? He asked about you,” she said, her voice bright with pride.
Babu smiled faintly. “Yes, I remember him. He used to visit when we lived in the old quarters.”
They laughed over shared memories, the conversation flowing easily, and for a while, Babu could forget the turmoil in his heart. Though the weight of the previous night lingered, the sound of his mother’s voice, full of warmth and familiarity, brought him a small sense of peace.
The days of the conference settled into a predictable routine for both Sunandha and Babu. For Sunandha, each day was filled with meetings, discussions, and networking, keeping her occupied from morning until evening. The familiar rhythm of work, the exchange of ideas, and the constant movement left little room for personal thoughts, and the hours seemed to fly by.
For Babu, however, the days felt slower. He spent most of his time either absorbed in his studies or mindlessly watching TV, anything to distract himself from the lingering tension at home. The silence between him and Aruna remained unbroken, each of them choosing to avoid any serious conversation.
But in the evening, everything changed when he called his mother. Those long, friendly chats became a welcome relief for both of them. Sunandha shared anecdotes from the conference, and Babu listened attentively, occasionally chiming in with updates about his studies. They spoke about everything except the worries weighing on his mind, and though he couldn’t confide in her, the sound of her voice offered comfort.
These conversations became a comforting ritual, a way for Babu to feel connected despite the growing unease at home. For Sunandha, it was a reminder of the strength and resilience her family shared, even in the midst of their individual struggles.
Each day after the conference sessions, Sunandha and her staff were taken to various tourist spots in the city, allowing them to unwind and explore the local sights. These excursions became a delightful break from the formal atmosphere of the conference, offering moments of levity and relaxation.
Rani and Sai, growing increasingly comfortable with each other, developed a playful camaraderie. Rani would eagerly pose in front of scenic backdrops, her laughter ringing out as Sai patiently took her photos. He would occasionally tease her about her exaggerated poses, but she only laughed louder, urging him to capture the “perfect” shot. Their light-hearted banter was infectious, filling the air with a youthful energy.
Srinu, ever the watchful elder, observed them with a mix of amusement and mild disapproval. “Enough with the pictures, behave yourselves,” he’d say, his tone gruff but affectionate, as he tried to rein them in. Yet, even he couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Sunandha watched the dynamic unfold with a sense of fondness. Their playful antics reminded her of carefree childhood days, and she couldn’t help but chuckle at their innocence. For all the seriousness of her work, these moments brought a refreshing sense of joy, reminding her of the importance of connection and laughter amidst the demands of duty.
At the end of each day, they would return to their respective hotels, tired but content. The sense of closeness that had developed between them made the journey more memorable, and even Sunandha found herself looking forward to the simple pleasures these excursions offered.
Sunandha returned home from the conference, tired but satisfied with her experience. The government quarters were as quiet as she had left them. Aruna greeted her warmly, ensuring everything looked perfect, though a subtle tension lingered beneath the surface.
The next day, Babu stood at the threshold of the kitchen, watching Rani meticulously fold freshly laundered clothes. The scent of detergent hung in the air, blending with the faint aroma of the tea she had made earlier. She hummed a soft tune, oblivious to his presence.
Clearing his throat, Babu stepped inside. "Rani akka, can I talk to you for a moment?"
Startled, Rani turned around, her warm smile quickly replaced by concern at the serious tone in his voice. "Of course, Babu. What’s the matter?"
He hesitated, as if weighing his words. "I need a favor."
Rani raised an eyebrow. "A favor? From me? That’s unusual. What is it?"
Babu glanced toward the doorway, ensuring they were alone. "I’ll be leaving for college in a few hours, but there’s something I need you to do while I’m gone."
Rani folded her arms, her curiosity piqued. "Go on."
"I want you to keep an eye on Aruna akka and Purushotham anna," he said, his voice low and measured.
Rani blinked, confusion etching her face. "Why? What’s going on? Purushotham has been like family to us. He’s helped us so much."
"I know," Babu admitted, the weight of his words heavy on his shoulders. "And that’s why this is difficult. But I’ve noticed things… small things. I can’t explain it fully, but I don’t trust what I’m seeing."
Rani frowned, trying to make sense of his request. "Are you saying something’s wrong between them?"
Babu sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I’m not sure. Maybe I’m overthinking, but I can’t shake the feeling. Please, just watch. Don’t do anything unless you see something unusual."
Rani studied his face, her initial reluctance softening into concern. "You’re serious about this."
"I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t," Babu replied earnestly. "Please, Rani akka."
She nodded slowly, still puzzled but willing to help. "Alright. I’ll keep an eye on them. But I hope you’re wrong."
Babu offered a faint smile. "So do I."
As he turned to leave, Rani called after him. "Take care at college. Don’t let this worry weigh you down."
"I’ll try," Babu said, his voice trailing off as he walked away, leaving Rani standing there with a strange mix of curiosity and unease.
Babu, after staying just long enough to make sure his mother settled back in, left for college the next day. His demeanor was noticeably subdued, but he blamed it on the stress of assignments and exams. Sunandha, unaware of the deeper conflict, accepted his excuse and wished him well.
Aruna resumed her routine, spending her days leisurely and enjoying the household comforts. The servants catered to her whims, and she appeared as calm and composed as ever. Yet, the memory of the confrontation with Babu haunted her. She could sense his disappointment and suspicion, but she trusted her ability to maintain her façade.

End of chapter...3

[Saikarthik]

Nice story good updates

[sexonmind]

Guys please comment

[Hotyyhard]

waiting for sai and rani episode ;)

[sexonmind]

Chapter 4: Shifting Bonds

Weeks had passed since Babu left home, but the weight of what he had witnessed still lingered. The once confident, cheerful young man now felt hollow, his mind burdened by questions and doubts he couldn't voice. The betrayal he had seen consumed his thoughts, making it difficult to focus on anything else. Yet, life at college demanded his attention, and he struggled to keep up.

His only solace came from the people who cared for him. Rani, ever supportive, would send him reassuring messages. She could sense something was troubling him, though she didn’t know the full extent.

"Nothing unusual here, Babu," one message read. "Purushotham hasn’t visited in a while. Aruna seems fine, too. You need to stop worrying and focus on your studies."

Another message came late at night: "Trust me, there’s nothing going on. I would know. Just concentrate on your exams, okay?"

Even though he didn't reply much, her words gave him a sliver of peace. It wasn’t just Rani’s messages that helped him cope. His mother, Sunandha, called him regularly, her voice full of warmth and concern. She had no idea about the turmoil in his heart, and he worked hard to keep it that way.

"Are you eating well?" she would ask, always attentive. "You sound tired, Babu. Don’t push yourself too hard. Remember, I’m proud of you."

"I’m fine, Amma," he would say, forcing a smile she couldn’t see. Her love was a balm, but it couldn’t fully heal the ache inside.

Despite their support, Babu couldn’t shake the shadows that followed him. His usual focus in class faltered, and the sharpness that once defined him was dulled. His grades slipped slightly, and he walked through the campus with a distant, haunted look.

It was in this fragile state that Jasmine entered the picture. Jasmine was the kind of person who turned heads wherever she went—stunning, elegant, and exuding a natural confidence. Her long, flowing hair framed a flawless face, and her designer clothes whispered of privilege. But behind her beauty was an arrogance that came from knowing she belonged to a wealthy, influential family.

Jasmine was the daughter of a prominent businessman who had secured her place in the prestigious college through his connections. She was not academically gifted, but she never needed to be. She breezed through her courses, relying on others to do the heavy lifting. Babu had been assigned as her lab partner, and from the start, it was clear she expected him to do all the work.

On this particular day, Babu’s mind was miles away. The chemistry professor had assigned a complex titration experiment, and while Babu should have been able to complete it with ease, his hands trembled, and his mind wandered. He added the solution too quickly, causing the mixture to bubble over and spill onto the workstation.

The sound of the overflow drew the attention of the entire lab, and Jasmine seized the moment. Her voice, sharp and condescending, cut through the air.

"Are you serious, Babu? You can’t even handle something this basic?" she sneered. "And I’m supposed to trust you with our grades?"

The room grew tense as her words echoed, but she wasn’t finished. "Honestly, if it weren’t for my dad, I wouldn’t even be stuck in this lab. You’re lucky I’m your partner."

Babu felt the sting of her words, and for a moment, the weight of everything—his personal struggles, the betrayal at home, and now this humiliation—boiled over. He clenched his fists, taking a deep breath before meeting her gaze. His voice, though steady, carried a hard edge.

"You're right," he said, his tone cold. "You wouldn’t be here without your father’s money. But while you rely on that, I’ve earned my place here. Maybe try showing a little respect to those who work for what they have."

The lab fell into stunned silence. Jasmine's face flushed with embarrassment, and for the first time, she was speechless. The professor, noticing the tension, intervened with a stern warning. "Enough. Both of you, focus on the experiment."

Babu turned back to his work, but something had shifted within him. The anger that had been simmering beneath the surface had finally found an outlet. He wasn’t proud of losing his temper, but for the first time in weeks, he felt a strange sense of relief.

As the class continued in uneasy quiet, Babu realized that while he couldn’t control everything in his life, he could still stand up for himself. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough for now.

Later that evening, Babu sat alone in the corner of the college hostel's common room, lost in thought. His outburst in the lab weighed heavily on him, the memory of Jasmine's humiliated expression gnawing at the edges of his conscience. He tried to focus on his notes, but the words blurred together. Around him, the usual chatter of students provided a low hum of distraction, but one conversation caught his attention.

Two students were talking near the window, their voices low but clear enough for Babu to overhear.

"Did you notice how Professor Raghavan’s been acting lately?" one of them said, his tone concerned. "He was so harsh in class today."

"Yeah," the other agreed, shaking his head. "But it’s not like him. I heard his wife left him a few weeks ago, took the kids. He’s been a mess ever since."

"No wonder," the first one replied. "I guess we all carry things no one sees."

Their words hung in the air, and Babu felt something shift inside him. He realized how blind he had been to the burdens others might carry. Jasmine’s sharp words in the lab had hurt, but hadn’t he lashed out in the same way? He had allowed his own pain to spill over, just like Professor Raghavan, letting it poison his interactions.

Determined to set things right, Babu gets Jasmin's address from one of his friends. Soon, Babu found himself standing in front of a large, well-kept house on a quiet, upscale street. The difference between Jasmine’s residence and his cramped hostel was striking. Bright lights poured from the windows, and a sleek car sat parked in the driveway. For a moment, he debated turning back, feeling completely out of place. But he took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and called her.
Babu called Jasmine on his mobile phone and when she answered her tone carried an edge of impatience.
Jasmine: “What is it, Babu? It’s late.”
Babu: (nervously) “I’m… I’m outside your house. Can you come out for a moment?”
A pause. Then a soft sigh. Moments later, the door opened, and Jasmine stepped outside. Her hair was tied back casually, and her outfit was simple yet elegant, reflecting her well-off upbringing. She approached him with arms crossed, her expression a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
Jasmine: (tilting her head) “You’re here? Why?”
Babu: (looking down) “I wanted to apologize. For how I snapped at you in the lab. It wasn’t fair, and I shouldn’t have taken out my frustration on you.”
Her brows furrowed slightly, and for a moment, she seemed taken aback. Then, her guarded expression softened.
Jasmine: (incredulously) “That’s… unexpected. I didn’t think you cared enough to apologize.”
Babu shifted awkwardly, unsure of how to respond. After studying him for a moment, Jasmine’s lips curled into a sly smile.
Jasmine: “Alright, apology accepted. But there’s a catch—you owe me. Let’s go out. Right now.”
Babu: (startled) “What? It’s almost midnight!”
Jasmine: (grinning) “Exactly. Midnight adventures are the best. Come on, Babu, don’t back out now.”
Before he could protest further, Jasmine led the way, her excitement infectious. The two wandered through the city streets, which glowed faintly under neon lights. The occasional street vendor added bursts of life to the quiet night.
They stopped at a roadside chaat stall, where Jasmine insisted on ordering the spiciest dish.
Jasmine: (teasing) “Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little heat! What’s life without some spice?”
Babu: (grimacing) “There’s a difference between spice and self-torture.”
Her laughter rang out, and for the first time in weeks, Babu found himself smiling freely. They continued their aimless exploration, wandering through parks and empty streets, sharing stories and jokes. Jasmine, to his surprise, was far more engaging than he’d ever imagined.
As the night unfolded, she caught glimpses of a side of Babu she hadn’t noticed before.
Jasmine: (smiling) “You know, you’re actually fun to hang out with. Who would’ve thought?”
Babu: (grinning) “And here I thought you were just a spoiled rich kid. I guess we both misjudged each other.”
By the time they returned to Jasmine’s house, the night had faded into the early hours of morning. Standing at her gate, Jasmine turned to him, her expression softer than he’d ever seen it.
Jasmine: (quietly) “Thanks for tonight. I needed this. And… I appreciate the apology. It means a lot.”
Babu: (smiling faintly) “I’m just glad you didn’t slam the door in my face.”
They shared a laugh before Jasmine stepped inside, leaving Babu standing alone on the serene street. As he walked back to his hostel, the weight in his chest felt lighter. For the first time in what felt like forever, a spark of hope flickered—maybe life wasn’t as grim as it seemed.

In the weeks that followed, Babu tried to maintain a sense of normalcy, clinging to familiar routines like late-night phone calls with Purushotham. Their conversations were, at first, a welcome escape from the turmoil in his mind. They talked about everything—sports, politics, the latest news. Purushotham, with his usual charm, cracked jokes and shared stories that often left Babu laughing despite himself.

But there was one topic Babu couldn’t ignore, one question that kept gnawing at him—the question of marriage.

One evening, as the call went on, Babu decided to bring it up again.

"So, Purushotham," Babu began, feigning casual interest, "you’ve been spending a lot of time with Aruna lately. Ever thought about, you know, making it official?" He dared to ask that question, despite Rani’s firm claim that Aruna and Purushotham weren’t meeting regularly.

There was a brief pause on the other end. Babu could almost hear Purushotham’s mind working, searching for an escape.

"Marriage, huh?" Purushotham chuckled lightly, but the laugh sounded forced. "Come on, Babu, you know me. I’m not cut out for all that. Anyway, how’s your college life? Got any new stories about that lab partner of yours?"

Babu sighed, feeling the familiar surge of frustration. "You’re dodging the question again, Purushotham. Every time I bring it up, you change the subject."

"I’m not dodging," Purushotham replied, his tone light but evasive. "It’s just... complicated. You know how it is. Besides, why rush into something like that? Life’s too short to get tied down."

Babu clenched his jaw, gripping the phone tighter. "It's not about rushing. It's about responsibility. You’re not some outsider, Purushotham. We trusted you. Aruna—"

"Aruna’s a grown woman," Purushotham interrupted, his voice suddenly firm. "She can take care of herself."

The conversation veered again, Purushotham steering it toward lighter topics. Babu felt helpless, trapped in the same cycle of deflection and evasion.
After yet another diverted conversation, Babu ended the call, staring at the phone in his hand, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface. He wanted answers, clarity, something more than the smooth, practiced responses Purushotham always gave.

Babu’s calls to Aruna, though infrequent, always carried a sense of familiarity and lingering tension. They didn’t talk for long, and the conversations rarely strayed from the essentials. Yet, no matter how brief, Aruna always found a way to bring up the same question, subtle but persistent.

"Akka," Babu began, the word heavy with both affection and frustration. "He hasn’t changed."

Aruna’s voice on the other end was calm, measured. "You mean Purushotham?"

"Yes," Babu replied, his voice tightening. "We talk like we always do—about everything except what matters. The moment I mention marriage, he finds a way to dodge it. Every single time."

There was a long pause before Aruna spoke again, her voice softer now. "Babu, don’t push him too hard. He’s always been like this—he needs time."

"Akka, how much more time?" Babu's tone was strained, the frustration bubbling to the surface. "It’s been weeks, and all he does is avoid it. He won’t even acknowledge what happened."

Aruna sighed. "I know it’s hard, but he’s been a good friend to us. He was there when we needed him most. Maybe he’s scared, unsure. People like him don’t change overnight."

"Scared?" Babu scoffed. "What does he have to be scared of? He’s the one who—" He stopped, not wanting to say too much. "Never mind. It’s just exhausting."

"I understand," Aruna said gently. "But listen to me, Babu. Don’t let this consume you. You have your studies, your future. Let him come around in his own time."

Babu fell silent, her words sinking in despite the storm in his mind. "I’ll try, Akka. But it’s not easy."

"I know," she said, her voice filled with quiet reassurance. "And Babu… don’t be too harsh on him. Just give it time."

Before they hung up, Aruna added, almost casually, "And don’t forget to take care of yourself. Eat well, study hard, and don’t let this weigh you down."

"I will, Akka," Babu said, though the weight in his chest felt heavier than ever.

As the call ended, Babu sat in the silence of his room, his mind still circling the same unanswered questions. He wanted to believe Aruna’s advice, but the frustration lingered. How many more conversations would end like this? How much longer would he have to wait for Purushotham to stop running from the truth?


Continued…… in part 2

[sexonmind]

Part 2 of chapter 4


What Babu didn’t know was that Aruna, too, was talking to Purushotham—more often than he imagined. Their conversations were different, wrapped in a strange blend of secrecy. Late at night, when the world quieted, Aruna would call him. Her tone was soft, almost wistful, as if they were old friends reminiscing about a memory they weren’t supposed to share.

"Purushotham," she would say, her voice carrying a gentle warmth, "that night… I think of it as a sweet memory, nothing more. I’m not ready for marriage, and I can’t tell Babu that. He wouldn’t understand."

On the other end, Purushotham would sigh, relief and discomfort mingling in his voice. "I know. He brings it up almost every time we talk. I try to change the subject, but he’s persistent."
Aruna chuckled softly. "He’s always been stubborn. But you have to keep avoiding it. Don’t let him pressure you. I’ll handle him."

There was a pause, then Purushotham spoke carefully. "Are you sure about this? What if he finds out we’re still talking?"

"He won’t," Aruna reassured him. "I’ve made sure of that. And even if he does, I’ll manage. He doesn’t need to know everything."

Her tone shifted, turning more serious. "I don’t want anyone else to know about that night. It’s ours and ours alone. Let it stay that way."

Purushotham exhaled, the weight of the secrecy settling between them. "I never meant for any of this to happen."

"Neither did I," Aruna admitted, her voice soft but resolute. "But it did, and now we have to be careful. Just keep things as they are. Don’t let him see through you."

As the calls ended, Aruna would sit in the quiet of her room, the weight of her decisions pressing down on her. She had no intention of marrying Purushotham, but she couldn’t let Babu know. It was a delicate balance she had to maintain, ensuring that her secret remained buried while keeping Babu from pushing too hard.

For now, she thought, everything was under control. But how long could she keep it that way?

It was a lazy Sunday morning when Sai wandered into the bustling market place, drawn by the scent of fresh spices and the chatter of vendors. As he navigated through the crowded stalls, his eyes fell on a familiar figure—Rani, clutching a basket filled with vegetables and fish, her face partially hidden by the edge of her saree. Surprised, Sai approached her with a grin.

"Rani! What a surprise. What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone light. "And why haven’t you been coming to the office lately? You used to bring lunch for madam every day."

Rani’s smile wavered, and she glanced around nervously before responding. "Oh, Sai… Yes, I used to, but things have changed a bit. Madam asked Srinu to pick up her lunch now."

Sai raised an eyebrow. "Why the sudden change?"

Rani hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her saree. "Well, you see… I can’t leave the quarters unattended. Aruna madam is living with us, and she might need me at any time."

Her voice was steady, but Sai noticed the subtle tremor in her hands and the way she avoided meeting his gaze. It wasn’t like Rani to be so evasive, and her explanation felt thin, as if hastily assembled.

"That’s odd," Sai remarked casually, tilting his head. "I thought Aruna madam could manage on her own. She’s not exactly helpless, is she?"

Rani let out a nervous laugh, the sound forced and unnatural. "Of course not! But… it’s just better if I’m around, just in case."

Sai studied her closely, noting the way she shifted her weight from foot to foot, the uneasy glances she cast around. Rani was not used to lying—her body language betrayed her. She looked like someone caught in a web she didn’t know how to navigate.

"Hmm," Sai said, his tone thoughtful. "You’re always so loyal, Rani. I just hope everything’s alright back at the quarters."

"Oh, everything’s fine!" Rani said quickly, too quickly. "Nothing to worry about."

But Sai wasn’t convinced. He didn’t press further, though the seed of suspicion had been planted. As they exchanged brief pleasantries and parted ways, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off—something Rani wasn’t telling him.

As he watched her disappear into the crowd, Sai made a mental note. He would keep an eye on things. There was more to this than Rani was letting on, and he intended to find out what.

Later that day, curiosity gnawed at Sai, and he decided to seek answers. He found Srinu leaning against the office car, polishing it absentmindedly. The afternoon sun glinted off the vehicle’s shiny surface as Sai approached, hands tucked into his pockets.

"Srinu anna," Sai began casually, "I’ve been meaning to ask—why has Sunanda madam stopped sending Rani with the lunch? She always brought it herself. Now, you’re the one picking it up every day."

Srinu glanced up, wiping his hands on a cloth, and chuckled. "Oh, that wasn’t madam’s idea. It was Rani’s."

Sai frowned. "Rani’s? What do you mean?"

Srinu shrugged, leaning against the car. "One day, Rani came to me and said she couldn’t travel to the office anymore. She claimed she had to stay at the quarters because Aruna madam needed her there. She asked me to pick up the lunch instead."

Sai’s frown deepened. "And madam agreed to that?"

Srinu shook his head. "Madam didn’t say much about it. Honestly, she’s been so busy with work, I doubt she noticed. But Rani was insistent, said it was best for everyone if she stayed back. I thought it was odd, but you know Rani—she’s usually straightforward."

Sai nodded slowly, his mind racing. This confirmed what he had suspected earlier at the market. Rani’s behavior was indeed strange, and the fact that she had taken the initiative to stop coming to the office added another layer to the mystery.

"Did she say why Aruna madam needs her so much?" Sai asked, probing further.

Srinu shrugged again. "Not really. Just mentioned that Aruna madam might need help. I didn’t think much of it. Rani’s always been dedicated, so I assumed she was just being extra cautious."

Sai gave a thoughtful nod, masking the unease brewing inside him. "Thanks, Srinu. I appreciate it."

As he walked away, Sai’s mind whirled with questions. Why was Rani so determined to stay at the quarters? What was happening there that she felt the need to hide? One thing was clear—something wasn’t adding up.He wondered if he had hurt Rani in some way. He realized that during the conference tour, he had teased her a lot, and perhaps it had affected her more than he realized. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

Late one evening, unable to shake his curiosity, Sai called Rani. Sai's heart raced as the phone rang on the other end. He hadn’t thought about the time, but now that he heard Rani’s voice, there was a hint of something he hadn’t expected—irritation.

"Do you ever think about when it’s a good time to call?" Rani snapped, her voice sharp and edged with frustration. "It’s late, Sai. Some of us have lives, you know?"

Sai flinched, the tone cutting through the line. He had always been close to Rani, but her anger felt unfamiliar, especially coming from someone so patient.

"I-I’m sorry, Rani. I didn’t mean to bother you," he stammered, but Rani didn’t let him finish.

"Well, you did," she continued, her voice trembling slightly with the weight of unspoken emotions. "And you’ve been doing it for days now. Constantly teasing, calling at odd hours. Can’t you see it’s starting to get to me? I’m not your punching bag for jokes.""Rani, I—" he began, but she cut him off again, her voice cold.

"Just think before you call next time. Goodnight, Sai." The line clicked dead.

Sai sat there for a moment, the reality of the conversation settling in. He had upset Rani, and worse, he thought maybe his teasing did make her uncomfortable. His thoughts swirled—what if she didn’t want to talk to him anymore?

What Sai didn't know is that just a few moments ago, Rani's bedroom, once a sacred sanctuary of passion and love, echoed with the mechanical grunts of duty rather than the symphony of desire. Her husband, Ashok, plunged into her with a rhythm that had been honed over the years, yet lacked the finesse of a maestro. His shoulders and arms tensed with each thrust, his manhood a mere instrument of necessity rather than a wand of pleasure. Rani's ample breasts jiggled with the tempo, her dark nipples standing erect like two sentinels yearning for attention. Her curvy figure, a landscape of feminine perfection, was painted with a sheen of sweat that glistened in the dim light of the room. Despite the initial spark of excitement kindled by Ashok's vigorous pace, the fire of her passion began to dwindle as she felt his climax approaching with the speed of a runaway train. His breath grew ragged, his movements more erratic, and before she could even whisper a protest, he emptied himself into her, a fleeting moment of bliss for him, leaving Rani with nothing but a lingering ache for more.

Rani lay there, her body still trembling slightly from the force of Ashok's release, his weight pressing her into the mattress. Despite the emptiness she felt in the wake of his climax, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for her husband. The lines etched into his handsome face spoke of countless sleepless nights and the weight of the world on his shoulders. His parents' medical bills had been a never-ending source of stress, the kind that seemed to multiply like a hydra's heads with every doctor's visit. Then there was his sister's wedding, a celebration that had turned into a financial black hole, sucking in every spare rupee they had. And their baby, their precious little bundle of joy, who had brought them so much happiness but also so much responsibility. Two years of endless diaper changes and midnight feedings had taken their toll on both of them. Yet, amidst all this turmoil, she still loved him fiercely, her heart swelling with a love that transcended the physical. Her own desires took a backseat to his needs, and she often found herself willing to endure their unsatisfying encounters, hoping that one day their passion would be rekindled like a flame kissed by a gentle breeze.
As Rani returned to her evening with Ashok, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for snapping at Sai, even though she knew he had meant no harm. But her life had become so much more complicated than she could have imagined.
Next evening when the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the government quarters. Sai stood near the gate, nerves twisting in his stomach. He had been so carefree, teasing Rani endlessly, but now he realized it had driven a wedge between them. He needed to fix this.
Rani approached, her steps slow and deliberate. Her usual vibrant energy was replaced by weariness. She stopped a few feet away, folding her arms.
"You wanted to talk?" she asked, her tone wary but not cold.
Sai took a breath. "Rani, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how much my teasing was bothering you. I thought it was harmless, but I see now it wasn’t. I never meant to hurt you."
Rani sighed, glancing down. "Sai, it’s not just the teasing. Yes, it frustrated me, but there’s more to it."
Sai frowned, confused. "More? I don’t understand."
She hesitated, as if weighing her words carefully. "I’ve been keeping something from you. I’ve been helping Babu… He asked me to keep an eye on Aruna and Purushotham."
Sai blinked, stunned. "What? Why would Babu ask you to do that? Purushotham sir has always been loyal to the family. Why would he think something’s wrong?"
Rani shook her head, frustration flickering in her eyes. "I don’t know. He didn’t explain everything. He just asked me to watch Aruna, to make sure nothing happens. I didn’t want to, Sai, but I couldn’t say no."
Sai stared at her, trying to process it. "So, you’ve been spying on her? That sounds… extreme."
"I don’t understand it either," Rani admitted, her voice low. "I trust Babu, though, and if he’s worried, then I’m worried. But it’s been exhausting, Sai. I’m constantly watching, constantly on edge. That’s why I’ve been distant. It wasn’t just your teasing. It’s everything."
Sai felt a pang of guilt and concern. "Why didn’t you tell me sooner? You didn’t have to carry this alone."
Rani gave him a tired smile. "I couldn’t. I didn’t want anyone else involved. And you can’t tell anyone about this, Sai. Promise me."
Sai met her gaze, the weight of her request sinking in. "I promise I won’t tell anyone. But... Rani, this doesn’t sit right with me. I’ll keep your secret, but I need to find out what’s really going on. Something about this feels off."
Rani’s eyes softened, a mix of relief and worry. "Just be careful, Sai. Don’t make things worse."
"I will," Sai said, determination hardening in his voice. "I’ll be careful. And I’ll be here for you."
As they turned back toward the house, Sai’s mind raced. He had promised not to tell, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t seek answers. Something was wrong, and he intended to uncover the truth—no matter what it took.


End of Chapter 4.

[sexonmind]

Chapter 5: New Boundaries
Sunanda, dressed in a simple yet elegant sari, sat opposite Dr. Prakash in his cozy consultation room. The walls were lined with certificates and framed photographs, a testament to his years of experience and his warmth as a caregiver. Dr. Prakash, a close friend and confidant, leaned back in his chair, studying a set of papers on his desk with a furrowed brow.
“Nandu,” he began, using the affectionate nickname reserved for their closest conversations. His tone was gentle but laced with concern. “Your reports… they’re not looking good.”
Sunanda’s heart sank. She’d always been meticulous about her health, a habit formed over years of balancing family and work. But ever since her husband’s passing, she had let that part of her life slip away. Meals had become irregular, workouts non-existent. Even her daily walks, once a cherished routine, were now a distant memory.
“What does it say, Prakash?” she asked, her voice steady but soft.
He pushed the papers toward her, pointing to specific markers. “Your blood pressure is higher than it should be, your cholesterol levels are concerning, and your weight has crept up. This isn’t the Nandu I know. You’ve always been so disciplined.”
Sunanda sighed, looking away. The grief she had carried since her husband’s death felt like a weight pressing on her chest. “I’ve been trying, Prakash. But… it’s been hard. Every day feels like a battle just to get through.”
He leaned forward, his expression softening. “I understand. Losing him has been devastating for you. But you need to take care of yourself. He wouldn’t have wanted you to neglect your health like this. You have so much to live for, Nandu.”
She nodded slowly, tears welling up in her eyes. Dr. Prakash’s words hit home. Her children, her responsibilities, her life—all of it demanded her presence and strength.
“So, what do I do?” she asked, her voice trembling but resolute.
“Get back to your old ways,” he said with a small smile. “Start with the basics. Regular meals, exercise, meditation… you know the drill. I can recommend a nutritionist and a personal trainer if you’d like. But more than anything, you need to find a way to heal emotionally. Grief is a heavy burden, but it doesn’t have to consume you.”
Sunanda wiped her tears and nodded again. “You’re right. I’ve been stuck for too long. It’s time to move forward.”
Dr. Prakash reached across the desk, placing a comforting hand on hers. “You’re stronger than you think, Nandu. And remember, you’re not alone in this. I’m here for you, always.”
As Sunanda left the hospital, the cool evening air greeted her. She paused on the steps, looking up at the sky. Her resolve hardened. This wasn’t just about her health; it was about reclaiming her life. She had lost so much, but there was still so much to fight for. And she would. One step at a time.
That evening, as Sunanda settled into her room with a cup of warm herbal tea, she decided to call Babu. She had been meaning to check in with him, especially after her conversation with Dr. Prakash.
The phone rang twice before Babu answered. “Hello, Amma,” he said, his voice calm but carrying a trace of tension she had come to recognize over the past few months.
“Babu, how are you?” she asked, her tone gentle.
“I’m fine, Amma. Just the usual college routine,” he replied, but there was something distant in his tone.
Sunanda hesitated for a moment before deciding to bring up her health. “I went to see Dr. Prakash today,” she began.
Babu’s voice immediately sharpened with concern. “Why? Are you okay? What did he say?”
“I’m fine, Babu,” she assured him quickly. “But he did mention that I need to take better care of myself. My blood pressure and cholesterol levels aren’t great, and I’ve put on some weight. It’s nothing alarming, but I have to make changes.”
Babu was silent for a moment, processing her words. “Amma, you should have told me sooner,” he said, a note of worry creeping into his voice.
“I didn’t want to worry you,” Sunanda said softly. “And I still don’t. That’s why I’m telling you now—I’ve already decided to make some changes. I’ll start eating better, walking regularly, and I’m even planning to rejoin the gym. You remember how much I used to enjoy it?”
“I do,” Babu said, his voice lightening slightly at the memory. “You used to wake up before everyone else and come home energized.”
“Exactly,” Sunanda said with a small laugh. “I’m going to get back to that. But you, Babu—you need to focus on your studies. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
“Amma, it’s hard not to worry,” he admitted. “Especially after everything that’s happened.”
“I know,” she said gently. “But you’re doing well, and I’m proud of you. You’ve grown so much over the past year. Just remember, I’m always here for you, but right now, you need to take care of yourself, too. And let me take care of myself, okay?”
Babu sighed, a mix of resignation and relief in his voice. “Okay, Amma. But promise me you’ll stick to it. No skipping meals or walks.”
“I promise,” Sunanda said firmly. “And you promise me you’ll stop being upset about things you can’t control. Focus on your goals, Babu. Everything else will fall into place.”
“I’ll try, Amma,” he said, his tone softening. “Thank you.”
After they hung up, Sunanda sat quietly for a moment, the phone still in her hand. Talking to Babu always gave her a sense of purpose. She knew that her own strength would set an example for him.
With a renewed sense of determination, she finished her tea and started planning her next day. It was time to not just talk about change but to embrace it wholeheartedly.
Back in college, Babu found himself slipping into a steady routine, though the inner turmoil he carried never fully left him. The weight of his thoughts—about his family, Aruna, his mother Sunanda’s health, and his own struggles—gnawed at him silently. Sunanda’s recent call, where she reassured him about taking care of her health, had given him some comfort, but it also added a layer of guilt. He felt he should have been more attentive to her needs, especially after everything she had endured since his father’s passing. Balancing these emotions with the demands of his studies left him feeling stretched thin, yet he pressed on, finding solace in the small moments of distraction his routine provided.
Babu thought about his mother’s words, especially her determination to rejoin the gym and take charge of her health. Inspired by her resolve, he decided to take a similar step and started going to the college gym. At first, the experience was overwhelming—machines he didn’t know how to use, exercises he didn’t understand. He felt out of place among the regulars who moved with ease and confidence.
Fortunately, a senior student named Jean noticed Babu’s struggle and stepped in to help. Jean, whom Babu respectfully called “Jean anna,” became an unexpected mentor. Patient and approachable, Jean guided him through the basics, explaining the equipment and helping Babu design a beginner-friendly workout plan. Under his guidance, Babu slowly grew comfortable with the gym environment.
For Babu, the gym became more than just a place to work out—it was a sanctuary. The physical activity provided a way to channel his pent-up frustrations and silence the constant noise of his thoughts. Each lift, each sprint on the treadmill, felt like a small victory against the chaos he carried inside. Over time, the gym sessions began to ground him, offering a sense of control in a life that often felt overwhelming.
Babu’s friendship with Jasmine was another anchor in his life, something he quietly revered. What had started as light-hearted banter in the chemistry lab had grown into a bond that extended far beyond the classroom. Jasmine’s lively personality and natural curiosity drew Babu out of his shell, and their conversations often ventured into unexpected territories, filled with laughter and moments of genuine connection.
Their friendship took them beyond the confines of the college. Exploring the city together became a frequent activity—sometimes planned, but often spontaneous. They would visit bustling markets, savor street food at small, hidden stalls, or simply walk through quiet parks, talking about everything and nothing. For Babu, these outings were a respite from the complexities of his life. Jasmine’s company brought lightness to his otherwise heavy days, and her warmth felt like a balm to his restless mind.
Though he didn’t express it aloud, Babu deeply valued their friendship. In her presence, the pressures of family, studies, and his inner struggles seemed to fade, if only temporarily. For him, Jasmine represented a rare kind of joy—uncomplicated and sincere.
When Babu found out that Jasmine’s birthday was around the corner he decided to make it a Special one for her. On the night of her birthday, just before midnight, Babu and a few close friends quietly gathered in the backyard of Jasmine’s residence. Few decorations were made and a small table with a cake and some snacks were arranged. The dim glow of fairy lights added a magical touch to the atmosphere.

At the stroke of midnight, they called Jasmine outside. Confused but curious, she stepped into the backyard, and the group erupted into a loud chorus of “Happy Birthday!” Jasmine’s eyes widened in surprise, a mix of shock and joy lighting up her face.

The party began with laughter, music, and light-hearted conversations. Jasmine couldn’t stop smiling as she cut the cake, her friends cheering her on. For a moment, everything felt perfect.

But then, as the celebration was in full swing, an unexpected guest arrived. Vicky, Jasmine’s ex-boyfriend, walked in, holding a bouquet and a lopsided grin. His sudden appearance startled everyone, especially Jasmine.

“Happy birthday, Jazz,” Vicky said, his tone casual, as if nothing had changed between them.

The mood shifted subtly, and the air grew tense. Jasmine looked visibly flustered, and Babu, standing quietly in the corner, observed the interaction with a sinking feeling.

The party continued, but the dynamic had shifted. Jasmine’s attention, once focused on her friends and Babu’s thoughtful gesture, now wavered between awkward exchanges with Vicky and trying to maintain the celebratory spirit.

Babu, who had been quietly enjoying her happiness moments earlier, felt a pang of discomfort. While he didn’t fully understand why Vicky’s presence bothered him, he couldn’t ignore the sudden weight pressing on his chest. As the night wore on, Babu found himself retreating into the background, a shadow among the cheerful crowd.

As the festivities began to wind down, Jasmine found a moment to pull her house helpers aside. She whispered to them, her voice a mix of annoyance and resignation, "Vicky sir will be staying with us tonight." The couple nodded, their expressions unreadable, as they cleared the last of the party mess.


Babu, who had been pretending not to listen, felt a knot form in his stomach. Babu's gaze fell on Vicky's discarded jacket, hanging loosely on a chair. A glint of foil caught his eye, and he couldn't resist the urge to check. His heart sank as his fingers brushed against several condom packets. He realized that Vicky had come prepared, and it was clear what he had in mind for the night.Just before leaving he watched as Jasmine led Vicky into the house, the two of them disappearing into her bedroom. He couldn't help but think about what might happen between them.



Continued in the next part………..

[sexonmind]

Part 2 of Chapter 5

The following day, Babu found himself in the awkward position of being introduced to Vicky, Jasmine’s ex-boyfriend. Jasmine, with a slightly flushed face, brought him over to where Babu was sitting, her hand wrapped around Vicky’s muscular arm. “Babu, this is Vicky. Vicky, this is Babu, my friend from college.”

Vicky eyed Babu up and down, his gaze lingering on the younger man’s lean frame and well-tailored clothes. He knew the type—smooth talkers with a penchant for easy lays. “So, you’re the one who’s been keeping Jas entertained while I’ve been away, huh?” he said with a cocky smile, his voice dripping with innuendo.

Babu felt his stomach clench as he looked into Vicky’s cold, calculating eyes. He managed a strained smile. “Just a friend,” he said, his voice tight.

Vicky’s smile widened. “Yeah, sure. We’ve all had those friends, haven’t we, Jas?” He leaned in closer to Jasmine, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle, her cheeks growing even redder.

As Jasmine excused herself to the washroom, Babu took the opportunity to confront Vicky, his voice low and filled with a mix of curiosity and jealousy he couldn't quite hide. "So, are you two getting back together?" he asked, his gaze unwavering.

Vicky's eyes narrowed, a smug grin playing on his lips. "What's it to you, playboy?" he shot back, mistaking Babu's concern for romantic interest. "You know how it is, right? Sometimes you just can't keep your dick out of a tight pussy, especially one as sweet as Jas'. I'm just here to remind her of the real deal before she settles for some college boy's amateur moves." His tone was crude, his words a deliberate jab at Babu's inexperience.

Babu's fists clenched, but he held his ground, not about to let Vicky's vulgarity get the better of him. "Jasmine is not just a 'tight pussy' for you to use," he said through gritted teeth. "She's a person with feelings."

Vicky's smile grew wolfish. "Oh, I know she's got feelings," he leered, "but it's not her heart I'm after." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Babu's ear. "It's that sweet cunt of hers that's been haunting my dreams, begging for a real man's touch."

Vicky chuckled, leaning back in his chair, his arms folded smugly across his broad chest. "Let's just say I've had my fill of that tight little snatch," he bragged, his eyes glinting with a cruel satisfaction. "For the last two years before we called it quits, she was my personal fucktoy, always eager to take whatever I gave her." His voice was a sneer, a deliberate attempt to provoke and demean. "But you know how it is, she's got that kind of pussy that never gets tired, always begging for more," he said, his words like a serrated knife slicing through Babu's heart. "And now she's all yours to play with, if you can handle it," he added with a wink, assuming Babu was just another notch on Jasmine's bedpost.

The explicit details of Vicky's description painted vivid images in Babu's mind, images of Jasmine's body, contorted and sweaty, her luscious curves bouncing as she was pounded by Vicky's larger frame. It was an image that both aroused and repulsed him, filling him with a mix of lust and anger. He clenched his jaw, his eyes flashing with a fierce protectiveness for his friend that was unfamiliar and intense.

Babu's face contorted with anger as Vicky's words hit him like a sledgehammer. "How can you talk about Jasmine like that?" he seethed.

Vicky just chuckled, sipping his drink. "Oh, come on, don't play the innocent," he said, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Jasmine's not as pure as you think, bro. She's got needs, and sometimes, a big dick is just what she craves." He leaned back, his gaze raking over the memory of the previous night. "Why else would she let me fuck her brains out even after we broke up?" he taunted, his voice thick with the satisfaction of someone who knew they had the upper hand.

The revelation sent Babu's mind reeling. He had always seen Jasmine as a beacon of light in his dark world, a symbol of innocence and purity. To hear Vicky describe her in such a crass and degrading manner was like watching someone defile a sacred place. Yet, the images he painted of her curvy body writhing in pleasure, her moans filling the room, stirred something deep within Babu. A primal part of him was jealous, yes, but also... intrigued. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to see Jasmine in that state of unbridled passion. The thought made his cock twitch in his pants, and he shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide his growing arousal from Vicky's piercing gaze.Babu, weary from the week’s events, packed his bag and decided to go home for the long weekend. The quiet of the government quarters always had a way of grounding him, and he hoped it would help clear his mind.

The interaction with Vicky left an impression on Babu, one he couldn’t quite shake. Unknowingly, Babu began to limit his interactions with Jasmine. Their usual chats in the lab grew shorter, and the impromptu outings that had once been a highlight of their days became infrequent. Though he still appreciated her company, a quiet hesitation took root in him—a mix of uncertainty and a need to maintain distance.

Jasmine, on her part, noticed the change. She sensed a newfound restraint in Babu, though she couldn’t pinpoint its cause. She wondered if it was because of Vicky’s sudden appearance, but Babu’s polite yet distant demeanor gave her no clear answers. Despite her attempts to keep their friendship as it was, the natural ease between them seemed to falter.

For Babu, this change wasn’t intentional. It was more a reflection of his internal struggle—a mix of confusion over his feelings and an effort to avoid any further complexities in his already tangled life. As much as he missed their closeness, he found himself retreating into his routine, focusing more on his studies, gym sessions, and quiet moments of reflection.

A few days later, Babu packed his bags and headed home for the long weekend. When Babu arrived home the atmosphere in the government quarters was as quiet as ever. Sunanda was at the temple, leaving Rani busy in the kitchen. As Babu settled into the living room, Rani came in with a glass of water and sat across from him.

“So, how’s college life? And how’s your friend Jasmine?” she asked casually, referring to the friend Babu had mentioned during his last visit.

Babu’s face darkened at the mention of Jasmine. He leaned back in his chair, his voice sharp as he muttered, “I don’t want to talk about that… that bitch.”

Rani froze, her expression quickly shifting to one of disbelief and anger. She put the glass down with a loud thud. “What did you just say?”

Babu looked away, unwilling to meet her gaze. “Forget it, Rani akka. I don’t want to talk about her.”

Rani’s patience wore thin. “No, Babu. I won’t forget it. First, you come to me, asking me to keep an eye on your sister Aruna, and now you’re sitting here calling your friend—a girl who stood by you—a bitch? What’s wrong with you?”

At that, Babu’s frustration boiled over. “You want to know what’s wrong, Rani akka? I’ll tell you. I saw Aruna and Purushotham together. Laughing, touching, like they didn’t care who saw them. And everyone acts like I’m crazy for thinking something’s going on!”

Rani’s eyes widened in shock. “What are you saying, Babu? Do you even know what you’re accusing her of?”

“I know what I saw!” he snapped. “I’m not blind, and I’m not stupid. She’s not the saint everyone thinks she is.”

Rani’s voice hardened. “You’re letting your anger get the better of you, Babu. You’ve been seeing things through a cloud of suspicion since the moment Aruna came here. And now you’re dragging Jasmine into this mess? This isn’t the Babu I know.”

Babu stood up abruptly, his fists clenched. “Maybe you don’t know me at all, Rani akka. And maybe you don’t know Aruna as well as you think, either.”

Rani rose to her feet, her tone sharp and unforgiving. “If you can’t control your anger and your words, then maybe it’s better we end this conversation here. I’m done listening to this nonsense.”

Without waiting for a response, Rani turned and stormed back into the kitchen, leaving Babu alone in the living room, simmering with unresolved frustration. The silence that followed was deafening, but neither of them was willing to break it.

The next morning, the sun streamed through the windows of the government quarters, casting a warm glow across the living room where Babu and Rani sat. The tension from the night before had dissipated somewhat, but the air was still charged with something unspoken. The next morning, Babu woke to the sound of faint laughter coming from the living room. Curious and a bit unsettled after the tense exchange with Rani, he got up and wandered to the window. There, he saw his mother, Sunanda, in her workout attire, stepping out of the house with Aruna by her side. They were heading to the gym, chatting and smiling, a rare sight that brought an unexpected sting of emotion to Babu’s chest.

He rubbed his eyes and leaned against the window frame, letting out a heavy sigh. The memory of his harsh words from the previous evening flooded back, and a wave of guilt washed over him.

After a few moments, he stepped into the kitchen where Rani was busy preparing breakfast. Her face was calm, but she didn’t acknowledge him right away. He hesitated, then spoke softly.

“Rani akka…” his voice faltered, and he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. For last night. For the way I spoke to you.”

Rani stopped stirring the pot on the stove but didn’t turn to face him. “It’s not me you hurt with your words, Babu. It’s yourself. Carrying all this anger and frustration… it’s eating you up.”

Her words struck a chord, and he felt his eyes well up. “I… I don’t have anyone to talk to, akka,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “I don’t know how to handle all this. My thoughts, my doubts, everything feels so heavy. I don’t even know if I’m doing the right thing anymore.”

Rani turned around, her expression softening. She walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Babu, you don’t have to carry everything on your own. We’re family. You can always share your burdens with us. But you need to let go of the anger and suspicion that’s clouding your heart.”

Babu looked down, a tear escaping down his cheek. “I just feel so lost sometimes, akka.”

Rani pulled him into a hug, her embrace warm and comforting. She placed a motherly kiss on his forehead and whispered, “You’re not alone, Babu. You have people who care about you, who want to help you. Just trust us.”

Babu nodded against her shoulder, feeling a small but significant weight lift off his chest. For the first time in a while, he felt a glimmer of hope, a sense that he wasn’t as alone as he thought.

Babu hugged Rani tightly, feeling the warmth of her body seep into his. His muscles, honed from hours at the gym, flexed against her soft form. She felt the bulge of his biceps and the firmness of his chest, the result of his recent dedication to physical fitness. His strong arms wrapped around her, giving her a sexual excitement she hadn’t felt in a long time. Rani's breath hitched as she took in the scent of his musk, a potent mix of sweat and cologne. The warmth from his embrace spread through her body, igniting a spark of arousal that she hadn't anticipated. Her eyes widened, and she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. Babu’s gym routine had indeed paid off. His broad shoulders and taut abs were a stark contrast to the chubby, almost boyish frame she remembered from before. The way his muscles rippled beneath his shirt was incredibly distracting, and she found herself imagining what his body looked like without the fabric barrier. As they stood there, Rani's hand inadvertently brushed against his crotch, and she could feel his growing arousal pressing against her. The sudden intimacy of the moment caused a shiver to run down her spine.Unknown to both of them, the tender motherly kiss that Rani had placed on Babu's forehead had set off a chain reaction. As their bodies remained entwined in the comforting embrace, Rani felt something she hadn't anticipated. Babu's arms tightened around her, and before she knew it, his lips had found hers. At first, it was a gentle peck, a mere expression of gratitude, but as the moments ticked by, it grew into something more. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and demanding. Babu's tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring with an innocence that was both endearing and electrifying. His hands wandered from her shoulders to her back, pulling her even closer. Rani's breathing grew heavy, and she found herself responding in a way that she hadn't allowed herself to in a very long time. The taste of him, the scent of his skin, it was all so intoxicating.

The sensation was overwhelming for Babu. His body was unaccustomed to the intimate touch of a woman, and the sudden flood of sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before. He felt his cock thicken and swell, pushing against the fabric of his shorts. The softness of Rani's lips, the warmth of her tongue, the way her body fit perfectly against his—it was as if a switch had been flipped inside of him, unleashing a primal need that he didn't know existed. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, his blood rushing to his groin, and he knew that he wanted more. Much, much more.


Continued in the next part………..