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"Vijay, I don't think I can do this," Anjali whispered into the phone, her voice tight with anxiety. "You know how much I hate being alone in this big, empty flat."

Vijay's voice was a comforting murmur from the other end of the line. "It's only for a few days, Anju. You're a strong, capable woman. You're a doctor, for goodness' sake! You handle tougher situations than this every day at the hospital."

Anjali sighed, looking out at the twilight playing tag with the leaves of the solitary tree in the courtyard. The setting sun painted the sky with strokes of pink and gold, but the beauty did little to ease her fears. "I know, but it's different when you're not here. The sounds seem louder, and the shadows creepier."

Vijay chuckled gently. "I'll be home before you know it. In the meantime, keep busy. Maybe you can do some shopping?"

With a forced smile, Anjali nodded even though he couldn't see her. "Okay, I'll try. Love you, be safe." She hung up the phone and turned to face the quiet apartment. The silence felt heavier now, almost oppressive. She took a deep breath and decided to follow Vijay's advice. Work always kept her mind occupied.


The next day, she spent hours at the hospital, her thoughts drifting to the empty flat only briefly during lulls in her schedule. She focused on her young patients, their laughter and tears a balm to her lonely heart. That night, when she returned home, she found a bouquet of her favorite roses with a note from Vijay. "Missing you like crazy," it read. A warmth spread through her, and she felt a little less alone.

On the second evening of Vijay's trip, Anjali decided to take his suggestion and go shopping. She needed new scrubs anyway, and the local mall was just a short drive away. The lights and the bustle of the mall comforted her, the noise a welcome distraction from the silence of her flat. She picked out a few sets of scrubs, her mind wandering to the upcoming weekend she and Vijay had planned.

As she exited the store, her eyes fell on a book titled "The Art of Mindfulness" in the window of the bookstore next door. On a whim, she bought it. Perhaps it would help her cope with the solitude. Back at home, she sat cross-legged on the couch, flipping through the pages, trying to find peace in the quietude. The book spoke of meditation and focusing on the present moment, something she had never tried before. With Vijay's soothing words echoing in her mind, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the scent of the new book fill her nose.


The first night of practicing mindfulness was difficult. Her thoughts raced, and she kept jumping at every creak and groan of the apartment. But gradually, the exercises began to work. She found herself relaxing, the fear of the shadows receding into the background. The flat no longer felt like a prison, but a sanctuary she could control.

One night, as she lay in bed, the phone rang, shattering the peace she had so painstakingly built. Her heart hammered in her chest as she picked it up. "Anju," Vijay's voice was tight, urgent. "I have to extend my trip by a week. Something's come up, and they need me here."

Anjali's stomach plummeted, but she forced a smile into her voice. "It's okay," she said, surprised at her own calmness. "I'll manage. I've got my mindfulness now, remember?"

Vijay's laugh was a mix of relief and admiration. "That's my strong girl. I'll video call you every night, I promise."

And with that promise, Anjali felt a weight lift from her shoulders. She had faced her fear and come out stronger. As she put the phone down, she realized that she was no longer just waiting for Vijay's return. She had started to live her life again, even in his absence. The apartment was still empty, but it wasn't as lonely anymore.
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Anjali and Vijay married before one year. After marriage they shifted to the new flat in a posh locality at Bhopal. The move was a significant change for Anjali, who had grown up in a bustling joint family in Bangalore. Her childhood was filled with the laughter of cousins and the comforting presence of grandparents, a stark contrast to the quietude of her new life in Bhopal. The flat, though luxurious, was vast and often echoed with emptiness when Vijay was away. She had been a daddy's girl, her father's shadow following him around the house, eager to learn the nuances of cooking and gardening. Her mother had been her confidante, her anchor, someone she could always count on to be there. When Vijay's job took them away from her family, she had felt a pang of loss so acute it had left her breathless. But Vijay had been her rock, his love and support a bridge between her old life and the new one they were building together.

Vijay's family, on the other hand, was scattered across the globe. His parents had moved to the europe when his brother had secured a high-paying job there. Despite the distance, they remained a tight-knit unit, their video calls filled with laughter and updates about their lives. Anjali had quickly grown to love them, but the physical distance was something she hadn't quite gotten used to. The knowledge that she was the only one of their children to settle in India made her feel both special and isolated.


As a paediatrician, Anjali had always found comfort in the company of children. Their innocence and resilience reminded her of the boundless love she had grown up with. The hospital was her second home, where she could lose herself in the cries of newborns and the giggles of toddlers, leaving no room for the loneliness to seep in. But at night, when she returned to the flat, the silence was a stark reminder of her solitude. She had hoped that marriage would fill the void, but Vijay's frequent tours had brought the ghosts of her past fears back to haunt her.

The flat they had chosen was a testament to their success. It was a symbol of their love and ambition, a place where they could grow old together. Each room held a promise of a future filled with laughter and love. The balconies, with their views of the city, were where they had envisioned themselves sipping tea and watching the world go by. Yet, when Vijay was away, the space felt cavernous and unwelcoming. Anjali found herself retreating to the small nook in their bedroom where she had set up a reading corner, surrounded by the comforting scent of Vijay's aftershave and the warmth of their shared memories. It was here that she had picked up the book on mindfulness, hoping to find a way to conquer her fear of the dark and the solitude that came with it.

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Come back to present, As a doctor Anjali was very conscious about her health and beauty. She had her limited healthy food and regular yoga and exercise to maintain her figure and glow. Those yoga and exercise make her body flexible and energetic. At the age of 28 she looks very beautiful and attractive than any film actress. She don't need any extra makeup. She is 5'5" height, her boobs are round and full, 34C size. Whenever she wears any tight dress, her boobs are like two melons trying to escape from the fabric. Her stomach is flat and toned, the result of countless sit-ups and planks, and her 36-inch round butt is a sight to behold, firm and inviting. Her fair skin glows with the vitality of good health and regular exfoliation. Her pink nipples stand proudly atop her breasts, a rosy hue that darkens with arousal. Between her legs, she keeps her pussy clean shaven, a soft pink that matches the tender skin of her inner thighs. Her silky black hair cascades down her back, reaching her waist, and frames her heart-shaped face perfectly.

Anjali had always been proud of her body, but in the privacy of their bedroom, she felt a thrill of exhibitionism, knowing that Vijay appreciated her every curve. She had caught him looking more than once, his eyes tracing the line of her neck down to her breasts, and she knew he found her desirable. The thought made her feel powerful, a goddess to be worshipped. She often fantasized about him returning home early to surprise her, catching her in various states of undress, his eyes darkening with lust as he took her in.



Vijay had a knack for choosing the most exquisite pieces of lingerie, each one more seductive than the last. After every trip, he would return with a new set, a token of his love and a silent promise of the passionate nights to come. Anjali would eagerly unwrap the delicate packages, her heart racing as she revealed the lace and silk that lay within. She would try them on, twirling in front of the mirror, watching as the material hugged her body in all the right places. The anticipation of Vijay's reaction was almost as thrilling as the moment when he would finally see her in them.

The bedroom became their stage, the soft lighting a spotlight on Anjali's beauty. She would pose for him, arching her back, letting the lingerie speak for itself. Vijay would snap photos on his phone, capturing her in moments of pure sensuality. They had a private album, a visual diary of their love and desire for each other. He would whisper sweet nothings into her ear, his hands tracing the lace patterns on her skin, making her shiver with pleasure. It was their secret, a ritual that brought them closer, even when the miles stretched between them like a tightly pulled rubber band, threatening to snap.


But it wasn't just about the lingerie. It was about the connection they shared, the intimacy of being seen and desired. The photos were a tangible reminder of their love, a way to bridge the gap of his absence. And when Vijay was home, the lingerie became a prelude to a symphony of touch and kisses, a promise of the passion that awaited them beneath the sheets. Anjali knew she had the power to make him want her, to make him crave her, and she reveled in it. The knowledge that she could evoke such raw desire in him was a heady aphrodisiac, and she used it to keep the flames of their marriage burning bright.

In bed, Vijay was a man of passion, if not endurance. His love-making was intense and focused, but it often ended too quickly for Anjali's liking. Despite his best efforts, his body would betray him, reaching climax in a matter of minutes. She knew he felt guilty, his eyes filled with regret as he rolled off her, sweat glistening on his forehead. But she never let it show. She understood his limitations and appreciated his eagerness to please her, even when he couldn't last as long as she wanted. And so, he learned to compensate with his hands and mouth, bringing her to the edge of pleasure with his skilled touch.


He took it upon himself to become an expert in the art of cunnilingus, reading articles and watching tutorials in his spare time. He studied the way she moved, the sounds she made, learning her body like a map, knowing just where to touch to make her tremble. His tongue danced around her clit, flicking and stroking until she was a writhing mess beneath him. He'd slide his fingers inside her, curling them to hit that magical spot, all the while keeping an eye on her face, gauging her reactions. And when she finally came, her back arching and her cries of pleasure filling the room, he felt a sense of pride, of accomplishment.

But Anjali knew that Vijay craved the same release she felt. And so, she took it upon herself to return the favour. With patience and understanding, she try to help him last longer, taught him techniques to control his urges. But he failed in that. HIs 5" cock will release the cum in 3 minutes of fucking. Anjali felt bad for him.

While he is on tour, she make him happy by showing her nakedness in video call. She knew that her husband was missing her a lot.

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In the flat they hire a maid when they shifted in to that flat. The maid name is Mini and 48 year old. She lives near by street of that apartment building. She prepare tasty food take care of the whole flat. She have and extra key. Mini came at early in the morning around 06:00am and left at 02:00pm after locking the flat. Anjali and Vivek trusted her. Now she is working with them as a maid around 9 months. They treated her as a family member. They give her a big amount as salary and she was happy with that.

Present:  After one week, When Anjali was come back from the hospital. She open the door with her key and enter in. She kept they car key, bag, mobile and her coat on the sofa and walked towards the bedroom. She heired the shower sound from the bathroom and she found the bag of Vijay on the side of the bed. She become happy, finally Vijay came back after the log trip. She suddenly removed all her dress and rush towards the bathroom. She opens the bathroom door. There was steam everywhere. Vijay was under the shower. She saw his bare body. His skin was fair, He don't do workout and his pot belly was the evidence of that. He was busy in washing his body. He didn't knew that Anjali was there. She was about to shout, but then she had an idea. She silently entered the bathroom and locked the door from inside. She went closer to Vijay and kissed his back. Vijay was shocked and turned towards her. He saw her naked body. He was surprised and happy. He grabbed her and kissed her passionately.


Their bodies melded together, the water cascading down their skin as they kissed. Anjali's hands roamed over Vijay's chest, feeling the firm chubby skin beneath her fingertips. His 5" cock, now fully erect, brushed against her stomach, leaving a trail of heat wherever it touched. She reached down and took it in her hand, stroking him gently. Vijay groaned, his eyes closing as he leaned into her touch. He spun her around, pressing her against the cool tiles of the shower. His hands slid down to her hips, guiding her closer to him. But the touch of her cold smooth hand on his cock cant hold anymore. He started to squirt in her hand with loud moan. He felt guilty but Anjali just smirked at him, knowing this was his limit. She took the soap and began to wash his body, her touch both tender and teasing.

Moving down, she lathered his chest, her fingers circling his nipples, watching them pebble under her touch. His breath hitched as she traced the line of his belly, her hand slipping lower to his thighs. Despite his recent release, his body was already responding to her again. Vijay opened his eyes to find Anjali's eyes sparkling with mischief. She knew his desperation, his need to satisfy her. It was a power dynamic they both enjoyed, the thrill of the chase as much a part of their love as the sweet moments of connection.


Vijay took the soap from her hand and began to wash her body, his hands lingering on her breasts, her stomach, her hips. He dropped to his knees, the water sluicing over them as he kissed his way down her body. His tongue danced around her clit, tasting the sweetness of her arousal. Anjali gripped the shower rail, her breath coming in short gasps as he worked his magic. She could feel the tension building within her, the anticipation of release like a coiled spring waiting to be unleashed. She looked down at him, her eyes dark with need, and whispered, "I've missed you so much."

Her words fueled his passion, his tongue moving faster, more insistently. Anjali's legs began to tremble as the first waves of pleasure crashed over her. She threw her head back, crying out his name as her orgasm took her over. Vijay watched her, his heart swelling with love and desire. He stood up, pulling her into his arms, the water running down their bodies. "I've missed you too," he murmured into her ear. "Let's not wait anymore."

They stepped out of the shower, their bodies still slick with soap. Anjali led Vijay to the bedroom, her heart racing with excitement. She pushed him onto the bed, her eyes never leaving his. With a wicked smile, she straddled him, her hand reaching for his cock. It was already spent, but eager for her touch. She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate. Vijay's eyes rolled back in his head, his body responding despite his earlier climax.


As Anjali worked her magic, she leaned in to whisper sweet nothings into his ear. She told him of her long days at the hospital, the quiet nights she'd spent alone in their bed, dreaming of his touch. Her words were a siren's song, and he was her devoted sailor. She felt him growing hard again, his cock swelling in her hand. She positioned herself above him, lowering herself onto his length. His eyes widened as she took him in, her walls tight around him.

They moved together, their rhythm syncing like two instruments in a passionate duet. Anjali's hips rolled and bucked, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Vijay's hands gripped her waist, guiding her, urging her faster. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the slap of skin on skin, their mingled gasps and moans. Anjali threw her head back, her long hair brushing against Vijay's chest, as the intensity grew.

But he cant hold more, He ejaculated in a big moan in 3 minute. She felt bad for him, she knew he was trying his best. She looked down at his cock which was now limp and covered in cum. She leaned in to kiss him, tasting the saltiness of his sweat on his lips. "It's okay, baby," she murmured, her voice soothing. "We've got all night."


They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the sound of their breathing slowly returning to normal. Anjali felt a twinge of sadness, knowing that their passionate reunion was already over. But she pushed the thought aside. There was always tomorrow, and the days after that. For now, she was content to bask in the warmth of Vijay's love.

Later that night, They had dinner together and slept without sex. Next day she cancel all her appointment and take leave and informed to Mini that not to come. They decided to spend the whole day in bed. The whole day was filled with passion, love and laughter. Vijay's tongue explored every inch of her body, from the sensitive tips of her toes to the soft curve of her earlobes. He took his time, savouring each moan and gasp, his own arousal building with every passing moment. Anjali felt like a goddess being worshipped, her body responding to his every touch.

As the day progressed, their love play grew more intense. Vijay's hands roamed over her breasts, squeezing and teasing the sensitive peaks until she was begging for more. He took her in his mouth, sucking and licking until she was writhing beneath him. Anjali's hand slid down to his cock, stroking him gently, feeling him swell and pulse with each breath. She reached her orgasm with his tongue. But later the actual fuck was total failure. But she never complaint about that. Se was happy with the foreplay.


The following week was like that. They enjoyed that week by outing, shopping, movies, but the sex was below Avg. They planned no  children for 3 years. So she used pills and sometimes condom. After 10 days he is ready to go to another trip.


After one month, when Vijay was at home, one evening they decided to go for a movie. Both getting ready. She wear a blue Jeans and white T shirt. That tight dress reveals her curvy figure. They enjoyed the film and had dinner from a hotel and drive back to home. Anjali was driving. She loves to drive the car. She maintain the safe speed in her SUV. The time was around 1:30am. The most of the road was empty. But unfortunately the unexpected things happened. Anjali apply break and but the SUV hit the bike in front of her. Actually that was not her mistake. That person suddenly dragged his bike towards their SUV.

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Vijay pull the hand break and both come out from the car. She ran towards the man. Fortunately he wear his helmet. She helped his to sit on the road. He was moaned with pain. Vijay came near him and helped him to remove the helmet. That was a young man around 22 year old. See his innocent face with fear and pain both Vijay and Anjali felt pity for him.

"Are you okay?" Anjali asked, her voice filled with concern. The young man looked up at her. He was clutching his arm, his teeth gritted in pain.


"I... I don't know," he managed to murmur. His eyes darted around, taking in the scene. "My bike... it's ruined."

Anjali's heart sank. She had been so careful, always mindful of the road, especially when Vijay was with her. But accidents happen, and she knew it wasn't the bike that mattered. "Let's get you to the hospital," she said firmly. "We'll deal with everything else later."

Vijay nodded in agreement, his mind racing with thoughts of insurance and paperwork. He helped the young man to his feet, careful not to jostle his injured leg. Anjali opened the back door of their SUV, and they carefully maneuvered him into the back seat. The bike was a write-off, but the priority was the young man's health.

The drive to the hospital was tense, the only sounds the hum of the engine and the occasional whimper from their passenger. Anjali's mind was racing, replaying the moment of impact over and over again. Was there anything she could have done differently? Could she have seen him sooner?


They reached at the hospital she worked. And arranged everything for him. After inspection doctor said "He is ok, There are only minor bruises and cuts" Both Vijay and Anjali become relaxed after hearing doctor. They both were sitting in the waiting room, the adrenaline of the accident wearing off, leaving them feeling drained and shaky. Anjali leaned her head against Vijay's shoulder, her eyes closing for a brief moment. She felt his hand come up to stroke her hair, and she took comfort in his touch.

Later he shifted to the room. Anjali and Vijay went there. Seeing him relaxed face Anjali become happy. She sat on the bed near him. He was very lean and dark skin. From his outer look they understand that he is from a poor family.

"Are you ok now?" she asked.

"Yes bhabhi" he said with low voice.

"Dont worry about your bike and medical expenses, we will take care of it, I am working here as a doctor and he is my husband Vijay" Anjali assured him, her voice filled with empathy.

The young man's eyes widened in surprise and gratitude. "Thank you so much, bhabhi. I am Ram. I don't know how to repay this kindness."

Vijay nodded. "No need to worry about that now, Ram. Just focus on getting better."


"Thank you bhabhi" Ram said with a relieved smile. "What can I do for you?" Anjali asked him gently. Ram hesitated, his eyes flickering to Vijay before returning to hers. "Can you call my mother, I want to tell her that I have over shift, so I will not come home. I dont want to make her panic at this time. My phone display is broken, so..." he replied softly.

Anjali nodded and took her phone. She dialed the number he provided, when she dialled the number, a name displayed on the screen anf she shocked and looked at Vijay. Vijay also looked at the screen and surprised. She cut the call before his mother attend and asked him.

"Are you the son of Mini?" Anjali asked, her voice quivering with surprise.

Ram nodded, his eyes widening even further. "Yes, bhabhi. She is my mother."

Anjali and Vijay exchanged a look of disbelief. Their maid's son was here, injured in an accident they had caused. The weight of the situation grew heavier in the room, thickening the air with tension.

"Please don't tell her," Ram pleaded. "I don't want her to worry. She is already so stressed with my father's condition."

Mini's husband had been battling with a severe illness, and Anjali knew how much her maid was struggling to keep their lives afloat. The thought of adding more stress to her already burdened life was unbearable.

"We won't say anything," Vijay assured him, his voice firm and gentle. "You just focus on getting better, okay?"



Ram nodded, his relief palpable. "Thank you, bhayya," he murmured, his eyes filling with unshed tears.

Vijay, ever curious, asked, "So, Ram, what do you do for work?"

"I work as a chef in a local hotel in XXXXX city, 80km from my home, today I come back to my home for 2 days leave. that time your car hit me." Ram replied, his voice still tight with pain. "It's nothing fancy, but I enjoy cooking."

"That's great," Anjali said, her mind racing with thoughts. It was a stroke of luck that they had encountered Ram here, where she could ensure he received the best care. But the situation was delicate. She didn't want to burden him with the truth of their connection to Mini just yet. "How's the job treating you?"

Ram managed a smile. "It's good, bhabhi. I've learned a lot, and I hope to open my own restaurant one day." His eyes lit up with ambition, a stark contrast to the fear and pain that had been there moments before.

Vijay nodded thoughtfully, considering Ram's situation. "Ram, if you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to ask," he said, his voice earnest. "We're here to help."

"Thank you, bhayya," Ram replied, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'll be okay. I just need to get back to work as soon as possible."

"Don't worry about that now," Anjali interjected. "Your health is more important. We'll handle everything."

Ram's gaze fell to his bruised hands, and he nodded, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. The silence in the room grew thick with unspoken words and the weight of their shared secret. Anjali took Vijay aside, whispering urgently, "We can't tell Mini about this. Not yet. She's already dealing with so much."

Vijay nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "You're right," he agreed. "We'll figure out a way to tell her without causing more stress."

"Ram anyway you need to stay here 2 more days, so tell your mother that you will not come this week" Anjali suggested, her mind racing for a way to keep Mini from finding out.

Ram nodded gratefully. "Thank you, bhabhi. I will tell her that."

Vijay took charge of the situation, arranging for Ram's hospital stay and treatment without mentioning their connection to Anjali. They decided to keep the truth from Mini until Ram was fully recovered and the situation was less precarious. Anjali felt a mix of guilt and relief, knowing that their actions had spared Mini additional worry.

She give her number and told to the nurse that anything needed call her. Then they went back to their flat. Anjali was feeling guilty. She was feeling bad that she hurt Ram. Vijay tried to console her but she was in shock. They didn't have sex that night. They talked about Ram and his family. They decided to help Ram financially and mentally. Ram was taken arrangement the broken bike to a workshop.


The next day, Anjali visited Ram in the hospital during her lunch break. He was in good spirits, eager to get back on his feet. She sat by his bedside, holding his hand gently, and they talked about his dreams and aspirations. His passion for cooking was evident in every word he spoke, and Anjali felt a pang of admiration for the resilience of this young man.

"Ram," she began, her voice soft but firm. "You have a gift. And I know it's not easy, especially with what you're going through with your father."

Ram looked at her with a mix of hope and doubt. "But bhabhi, I don't have the money to open a restaurant. And without that..."

Anjali squeezed his hand. "Don't worry about that right now. Let's focus on getting you well and then we'll see what we can do to help you achieve your dreams."

Evening Vijay visited to hospital to see Ram. He was looking much better than last night. He was sitting on bed with a smile on his face.

"How are you feeling?" Vijay asked, his eyes scanning Ram's body for any signs of pain.

"Much better, bhayya. Thank you for everything," Ram replied, his smile widening.

Vijay nodded. "No problem, Ram. We're here to help." He paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully. "And about your dream of opening a restaurant, I might be able to help with that. I know someone who's looking to invest in a new venture."

Ram's eyes lit up. "Really, bhayya?"


Vijay smiled. "It's a long shot, but I'll talk to them. Who knows, maybe your dream could become a reality sooner than you think."

Anjali felt a spark of hope for Ram's future, and a weight lifted from her heart. Vijay's kindness and resourcefulness never ceased to amaze her. They spent a few more minutes talking to Ram before leaving, promising to check on him again the next day.

The drive home was filled with a newfound sense of purpose. Anjali's mind buzzed with ideas on how they could support Ram without revealing their connection to Mini. They brainstormed through the night, Vijay's business acumen and Anjali's empathetic nature a perfect combination to navigate the delicate situation.

Next day nurse informed to Anjali that, Ram's discharge is ready. She informed to Vijay. Vija come to hospital. "Vijay how can we send Ram in this condition? Mini can't know about this. She will be so worried" she said with tension in her voice.

"I have an idea if you are ok, can we take him to our flat? We can take care of him until he is fully recovered," Vijay suggested, his mind racing with possible scenarios.

Anjali nodded, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "Yes, that's a good idea. We can't just leave him like this."

They returned to Ram's room to find him dressed and ready to leave, his face etched with pain but his spirits high. "We've got a better plan," Anjali said, smiling gently. "You're coming home with us. We'll take care of you until you're back on your feet."

Ram looked at them in disbelief. "Bhabhi, bhayya, I can't ask for more. I don't know how to repay your kindness."

"Consider it a loan," Vijay said with a wink. "One day, when you're running that fancy restaurant, you can make us a special dish."

Ram chuckled, wincing slightly. "It's a deal," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

They helped Ram into the car, and the drive home was filled with more laughter than Anjali had heard in weeks. Once they arrived, they settled him into the guest room, making him as comfortable as possible. At night she called Mini and said her dont come for one week, They decided to go for a trip and dodnt worry about the salary also. Mini become happy and she can take care of her husband on these days.

Vijay arranged his dress for Ram, but those dress are very big for Ram. Next day morning before she left to hospital she arranged food for them. Afternoon time VIjay went to town and purchase some dress and undergarments for Ram. Ram become very happy about the care of Vijay and Anjali. Evening Anjali came back from her duty. She went to Ram's room. She found Ram is lying on bed with pain. She felt pity for him. She sit beside him and took his hand.

"How are you feeling now?" Anjali asked with genuine concern.

Ram's eyes met hers, and she saw a flicker of something unspoken. "Bhabhi, I'm okay," he said, his voice strained.

There was a moment of silence before Ram spoke up, his voice tentative. "Bhabhi, can I tell you something?"


Anjali nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Of course, Ram. What is it?"

He took a deep breath. "I know you and bhayya are worried about how Mom will take the news, but I think you should tell her. She deserves to know I'm okay."

Anjali felt her heart clench. "But Ram, we don't want to add to her worries. She has enough on her plate with your father's condition."

Ram's expression grew serious. "I understand that, but lying won't make it any easier. And if she finds out later..." His voice trailed off, leaving the unspoken consequences hanging in the air.

"No, Ram. We'll not tell her about this." Saying this she took a gift box from her bag and given to him. That was an expensive latest android phone. "Replacement for your broken phone" she said with a smile. Vijay stood back to her and smiled at Ram. At night Anjali came to Ram's room, She was in her T shirt and shorts which cover half of her thighs. As following modern culture that was ok for Vijay and Anjali. But Ram see first time a beautiful women like this. His cock started to become hard. He quickly hide it under the blanket. Anjali didn't noticed that.

"How are you feeling now?" she asked him, her voice filled with care.

Ram felt a mix of pain and embarrassment, but he managed to murmur, "Better, bhabhi. Thank you for everything."



Anjali noticed the discomfort in his voice and sat beside him, placing a gentle hand on his forehead to check his temperature. Her touch was cool and soothing, and Ram felt a shiver run down his spine. He was acutely aware of her scent, a blend of hospital sanitizer and something sweet and feminine that was uniquely hers. It was intoxicating.

As she checked his pulse, their eyes met, and Ram felt a jolt of electricity run through him. For a moment, the room seemed to tilt, and he wondered if it was the medication playing tricks on him. Anjali's hand lingered on his wrist a beat longer than necessary, and he swallowed hard, his heart racing.

"Come Ram, lets have dinner" Anjali said as she got up from the bed, her hand lingering a second longer on his wrist than necessary. Ram nodded, trying to ignore the heat that was spreading through his body. Rams eyes stuck on her round ass when she walked out of that room.  He took a deep breath and adjusted his hardening cock again.

Dinner was a quiet affair, with Vijay recounting tales from his recent trip and Ram sharing stories from his job at the hotel. Anjali listened attentively. That time Vijays phone ring. "I need to take this," he said, excusing himself from the table.



While Vijay was in another room, Ram couldn't help but steal glances at Anjali, her beauty captivating him more than ever. He had always found her attractive, but now, in the intimate setting of their home, his attraction grew stronger. Vijay came back with sad face. "What happened Vijay?" She asked him.

"It's about my work. They want me to leave for another training tour. It's urgent, They will arrange ticket on tomorrow evening" he replied, his voice tight with disappointment.

"Which country Vijay?" Anjali asked, her eyes searching his for any signs of the emotional turmoil she knew he must be feeling.

Vijay sighed heavily. "Germany," he said. "It's a two-week trip."

Anjali's heart sank. Two weeks away from her husband and now with Ram in their home, she felt the weight of her responsibilities grow heavier. "When do you leave?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Tomorrow evening," he said, his gaze meeting hers. "But don't worry, Anjali. I've arranged for a taxi to go to Airport. you can take care of Ram"

Anjali nodded, her mind racing. Two weeks with Ram in their flat, alone with him... She tried to push the thought aside, focusing on the present. "Okay, I'll manage," she said with a forced smile.

After dinner, Ram went to his room, Vijay joining Anjali in the kitchen to clean up. He know she is upset. "Don't worry about Ram, Anjali. I know it's not ideal, but he's in a vulnerable state. We can't just kick him out."



Anjali nodded, her mind still racing. "Ram is not the problem for me, But I miss you here" she said, her voice tinged with sadness.

Vijay wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "I know," he whispered into her ear. "But you're strong, and we'll get through this."

Anjali leaned into his embrace, drawing comfort from his warmth. "I know," she murmured, her eyes drifting shut. "It's just..."

"Shh," Vijay soothed, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Let's make the most of the time we have left."

The next few hours passed in a blur of packing and last-minute preparations. Anjali helped Vijay gather his things, her stomach knotting with every item that disappeared into his suitcase. They lay on the bed at 12:30am. They were tired and dont do any intimate activity.

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Update-3

Next morning she prepare food and left to hospital. Evening she came early around 5pm. Viajay was ready to left. Ram was sitting on the sofa with Vijay. His injured arm was rested on the armrest.

Vijay got the call from taxi. Before he left Anjali hugged him and they kissed each other on lips. "Take care of yourself and come back soon," Anjali whispered into his ear.

Ram felt jealous on VIjay. He felt bad for feeling this way, but he couldn't help it. He had always been lonely and longed for a warm, loving family. Anjali's embrace was a stark reminder of what he lacked.

"I will," Vijay promised, his voice thick with emotion. He turned to Ram. "Take care of Anjali, okay?"


Ram nodded solemnly. "I will, bhayya. You can count on me."

Vijay left, leaving Anjali and Ram alone in the flat. The silence was deafening, the tension palpable. Ram felt a strange mix of relief and anxiety as he watched the door close behind Vijay. He had had a crush on Anjali, and now she was the one who would be taking care of him in this vulnerable state.

Anjali took a deep breath and turned to Ram. "How you feel now Ram ?" she asked, trying to shake off the sadness of Vijay's departure.

Ram forced a smile. "I'm okay, bhabhi. Thank you for everything," he said

"Ok Ram, you take rest, I will come after a shower." Anjali said, her voice filled with a gentle authority that Ram couldn't help but find comforting. He nodded and made his way to the guest room, his mind racing with a mix of pain and newfound feelings.

Meanwhile, Anjali took a hot shower, the water washing away the stress of the day. She felt a pang of loneliness without Vijay, but the thought of Ram in the other room, injured and in need of care, brought a sense of purpose back into her. She dressed in a loose sleeveless nightgown and made her way to check on Ram.

Ram was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, trying to fight off the pain and the images that had invaded his mind. He hadn't expected Anjali to come in so soon and was caught off-guard when she entered. He quickly sat up, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Is everything okay?" Anjali asked, noticing his discomfort.


"Yes, bhabhi," Ram mumbled, trying to cover his lap with the blanket.

Anjali's eyes searched his, and she knew he wasn't okay. She sat down beside him, her hand reaching out to touch his forehead gently. "You're feeling hot," she said, her concern growing.

"It's nothing," Ram said, his voice hoarse. "Just the pain."

"hmm ok, let me prepare dinner" Anjali said, standing up. "You want me to bring water for you?"

Ram nodded gratefully. "No, bhabhi. Thank you."

As Anjali left the room, Ram took a moment to compose himself, his cock still hard under the blanket. He felt a strange mix of guilt and desire, knowing that his feelings for his bhabhi were wrong. But he couldn't help the way his body responded to her.

He cant stay there for long time. He stood up and walked towards the kitchen. Anjali was busy with cooking. Seeing her curvy body in that nighty He was feeling awkward. He cleared his throat. Anjali turned towards him. "What happened Ram?"

"Bhabhi, I can help you," he said, trying to sound casual.

Anjali looked at him and then at the kitchen. "Okay, if you want, you can set the table," she said with a smile, pointing to the dining area.

While Ram set the table, his eyes kept darting towards Anjali's body, taking in the way her hips swayed as she moved around the kitchen. Her bare feet on the cool tiles made a soft sound that seemed to echo through the room. He felt his heart race and his cock throb, and he quickly sat down, hoping she wouldn't notice his arousal.


"Bhabhi can I make a special vegetable dish for you?" Ram offered, trying to distract himself from his inappropriate thoughts.

Anjali's eyes lit up. "That would be wonderful, but dont you have pain on your hand ?"

Ram waved his hand with a smile. "It's okay, bhabhi. Cooking is a good pain relief for me. BUt you can help me by cutting vegetables."

Anjali hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, let's do it together," she said, took the knife and a cutting board.

They worked side by side in the kitchen, She chopped the vegetables as per his instruction. She focused on the task at hand, chopping and peeling with precision, the aroma of the spices filling the room.

As they cooked, they talked about their lives, their hopes, and their fears. Anjali shared stories of her childhood and her journey to become a doctor, and Ram spoke of his love for cooking and the sacrifices he made to support his family. The conversation flowed easily, and for a brief moment, the barriers of their social status and the accident that had brought them together seemed to melt away.

Finally she taste the dish, it was simple but delicious, a testament to Ram's culinary skills.

That time Vijay called her to inform that he reached at the airport safely. She felt a sense of relief. She said to him "Vijay,  Ram prepare a special  dish for me, it's so tasty."

Vijay's voice filled with surprise over the phone, "Ram? That's amazing. You guys are getting along well. I'm so proud of you, Anjali."


"Yes, he's really sweet and talented. Take care of yourself," Anjali said before ending the call. She looked at Ram who was standing across the counter, watching her with a hopeful smile.

She arranged food on the table. "Let's have dinner," Anjali said with a smile, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach. Throughout the meal, Ram's gaze lingered on her, his eyes filled with an intensity that made her feel both flattered and uncomfortable. She focused on the flavors of the food, the spices dancing on her tongue, and the warmth of the room.

After dinner, she told him to go and take rest, but he insisted that he will help her for cleaning. they cleaned up together, (She washed the plates and he kept them on the stand), their movements in sync as they navigated the kitchen. As they washed the dishes, their hands brushed against each other under the warm water, sending a jolt of electricity through Ram. He quickly pulled his hand away, not wanting to betray his feelings. Anjali pretended not to notice, but the touch had left her feeling a little flustered.

They decided to watch a movie to pass the time. Anjali picked a romantic comedy, hoping to lighten the mood. As they sat on the couch, the air grew thick with unspoken tension. Ram couldn't keep his eyes off her, and she felt the heat of his gaze on her skin. She tried to concentrate on the film, but her mind kept wandering.

When the movie ended, Anjali stood up to turn off the TV. "Ram, it's been a long day. I think we should get some rest."

Ram nodded, his eyes lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. "Goodnight, bhabhi," he murmured, his voice husky with unspoken want.

The next day, She arranged food for Ram and she was at the hospital early, her mind still on the previous night. She threw herself into her work, focusing on her patients, trying to push the thoughts of Ram aside. But every time she felt a pang of guilt, she remembered Vijay's words about supporting Ram and not adding to Mini's worries.

In the evening, when she returned home, she got the smell of delicious food. Ram was cooking at the kitchen. He had learned to cook with one hand and had managed to prepare a delicious meal. Seeing that she become happy. "Ohh Ram, can you do this alone ? are you ok to do this?"

"Bhabhi, I'm okay. Cooking is my love and I can't live without it" He replied with smile.

Anjali felt a mix of admiration and guilt. "Why don't you go rest?" She suggested, "You don't have to do this every day."

Ram shrugged. "I don't mind, bhabhi. It keeps my mind off things. Plus, I want to repay you both somehow for all the help."

Anjali nodded, appreciative of his gesture. "You go and freshen up bhabhi" Ram said as he stirred the curry.


"Okay, I'll be right back." Anjali replied, heading towards her room. After a hot shower, she changed into comfortable shorts and a t-shirt. As she walked back to the dining area, she heard the sound of a video call.

"Hello Vijay how are you?" Anjali's voice was filled with forced cheerfulness. She sat at the dining table, the warmth from the shower clinging to her skin, making her feel more alive than she had in days.

Vijay's face appeared on the screen, his eyes tired but his smile genuine. "I'm good, Anjali. How's Ram? Is he doing any better?"

"He's okay," Anjali said, glancing towards the kitchen where Ram was plating the food. "He's been a real help around the house. In fact, he's cooking dinner right now."

Vijay chuckled. "Looks like we're both getting pampered then. The hotel food here is nothing compared to home cooking."

Ram's ears perked up at the mention of his name, and he couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through him. He had always enjoyed cooking, but knowing that Anjali appreciated it made it all the more satisfying.

"So what's on the menu tonight?" Vijay asked, his stomach rumbling.

Anjali looked over her shoulder at Ram. "A surprise," she said with a wink.

Ram brought the plates over to the table, the aroma of the food filling the room. He had made butter chicken with garlic naan, one of Vijay's favourites. She focused the camera towards the dishes. "ohh Ram, its my fav." Vijay said with a smile.

She give the mobile to Ram. "Thank you bhayya."


"How you fell now?" Vijay asked.

"Have little pain now on the elbow" Ram replied, holding the phone in his left hand.

"Good to hear that," Vijay said, his expression a mix of relief and longing. "Take care of yourself, Ram. And don't let Anjali overwork you."

Ram nodded, his gaze shyly dropping to the floor. "I will, bhayya," he murmured, handing the phone back to Anjali.

"Anjali, why cant hire him in our flat until his dream comes true?" Vijay asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

Anjali felt a wave of surprise at her husband's suggestion. "What do you mean, Vijay?"

"I mean, Ram is a good chef and a good person. He can live in our flat, help around the house, and we can support him until he opens his restaurant. It's a win-win," Vijay said, his voice filled with warmth and understanding.

Anjali couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was a generous offer, one that would change Ram's life forever. But it also meant that Ram would be living with them, sharing their space. "Ya that's a good idea" she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Then ask him about this" Vijay said with a smile.

"He is hearing, you tell him" she focused the camera towards Ram. "Ram, Vijay is suggesting that you stay here with us. You can help around the house, cook for us, and we can support you with your dream of opening a restaurant. What do you think?"

Ram's eyes widened in shock, his heart racing. "Bhabhi, bhayya... I don't know what to say," he stammered, his cheeks reddening. "It's too much."

"It's not too much, Ram," Vijay said firmly. "We want to help, and you're part of our family now. Besides, I know you'll make an amazing chef. And who knows, maybe one day we can be partners in your restaurant."

Ram felt his eyes fill with tears. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I'll make sure to make you proud."

Anjali ended the call with a smile and turned to Ram. "So, what do you say? Will you stay with us?"

Ram nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes, bhabhi," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you for everything."

Their gazes lingered, the air in the room charged with something more than friendship. Anjali cleared her throat.

"But bhabhi, I dont know about my mothers reaction." Ram said, his expression a mix of excitement and concern.

Anjali nodded, understanding his hesitation. "Don't worry, we'll handle it. We'll tell her that you're staying here to recover properly and to save on rent."

Ram nodded, relieved. They sat down to eat dinner, the tension between them slightly easing as they enjoyed the delicious food. Anjali felt a strange sense of contentment, the warmth of the meal filling not just her stomach, but also her heart.

Next evening, Anjali walked in to find Ram shirtless, sweat glistening on his well-defined abs as he chopped vegetables. She couldn't help but stare, her eyes tracing the lines of his muscles. He was lean, but his body was stiff and fit. He glanced up and caught her looking, his cheeks flushing.

 "Bhabhi, you're back early," he said. "its very hot in kitchen, sorry" saying this he took the T shirt from the nearby chair and wore it.

"It's okay, Ram," she said, her voice a little shakier than she had intended. "It's your home too, you can be comfortable." she smiled at him.

"I will come after the shower" Anjali said, trying to keep her voice even. She retreated to her bedroom, her heart racing as she shut the door. In the shower, the cool water cascading over her body did little to ease the heat that had built up from watching Ram. She knew her attraction to him was wrong, but it was getting harder to ignore.

As Anjali emerged from the bathroom, she found Ram kept the food at the table. but he was not there. She went to his room and called him. She heard the sound of water coming from the attached bathroom. She understand that he is taking bath. She went back to the dinner table and sat there alone. The aroma of the food made her stomach growl. But she waited for Ram, she don't want to eat alone.

After few minutes Ram came out of the bathroom, wearing a fresh t-shirt and pyjama. His hair still wet. "Sorry bhabhi, I took too much time."


"It's okay, Ram," she said, her eyes unconsciously sweeping over his damp hair and freshly cleaned face. "Let's eat."

They sat across from each other, the air in the room charged with a tension that neither of them could quite ignore. As they ate, the silence grew heavier, their forks clinking against the plates in the quietness. Anjali tried to keep the conversation light, Ram told her "Vijay bhayya is very lucky"

"Why do you say that?" Anjali asked, her voice a little softer than usual.

"because of many things" Ram said, his voice trailing off as he avoided eye contact. "he has a good job, he can travel all over the world, have more money, have cars, a big flat and moreover have a most beautiful wife like you"

Anjali felt a warmth spread through her at his words, but she quickly pushed the thought away. "Thank you, Ram," she said, trying to keep her voice light.

The dinner passed in relative silence, the only sounds the occasional clink of their cutlery and the hum of the fridge. After they had finished, Ram helped Anjali clean up, his nearness making it difficult for her to ignore the way her heart skipped a beat every time their bodies brushed against each other.

As they were putting away the dishes, Anjali accidentally dropped a plate, the sound of shattering ceramic echoing through the kitchen. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, eyes wide with surprise.

Ram was quick to react, "Bhabhi, are you okay?" He took a step closer, his bare feet on the cold tiles making no sound as he approached her.

"I'm fine," Anjali said, her voice trembling slightly. "It just slipped."

Ram took the broom and began to sweep up the mess. "Let me do this," he said, his eyes downcast. "You go and sit."

Anjali nodded and took a seat at the table, watching Ram as he worked. She couldn't help but notice the way his muscles flexed as he bent over, the way his t-shirt clung to his damp skin. Her thoughts drifted, and she realized that she was feeling a little too comfortable with him. She took a deep breath and stood up. "Thank you, Ram," she said.

Later they moved to the living room. She switch on the TV. The time was about 9:00pm. They watched a movie. After 30min her phone rang. She picked up the phone, it was Vijay. She excused to Ram and say good night and went to her bedroom.

Ram was feeling a bit lonely in the living room. He was tired and the pain was killing him. He decided to go to his room. He slowly got up from the couch and walked towards the bedroom, his thoughts still on Anjali's gentle touch and her concern for him.

As he passed by Anjali's open bedroom door, he heard her voice, low and soothing, talking to Vijay. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the intimate conversation. He wished it was him she was talking to like that, sharing her deepest thoughts and feelings.

Ram went to his room, his heart heavy. He laid down on the bed, his mind racing with thoughts of Anjali. He knew it was wrong to have feelings for her, but he couldn't help it. He closed his eyes and tried to push the thoughts away, focusing on the sound of her voice through the wall. It was a comforting lullaby that soon lulled him to sleep.

In her room, "Anjali are you ok to allow Ram to stay with us?" Vijay's voice echoed through the phone.

Anjali paused for a moment, her heart racing. "Yes, Vijay," she said, her voice steady. "It's the right thing to do."

Vijay's sigh of relief was audible. "Good, I knew you'd understand. Take care of each other, okay?"

"We will," Anjali promised.

"I think he is the good company for you. And I think you will not get feel alone while I am away." Vijay's words echoed in Anjali's mind as she lay in bed, her thoughts racing. She knew her feelings for Ram were growing beyond what was appropriate, but she couldn't deny the comfort and companionship he brought to their empty home.

"Yes Vijay I think so" Anjali said, trying to ignore the guilt creeping in. "He's been a real help, and his cooking is amazing." She listened to Vijay's laughter, feeling a bit of tension ease from her shoulders.

"Then we can discus with this to his mother" Vijay suggested.

Anjali nodded, her mind racing. "Yes, we'll tell her it's for the best," she said, trying to convince herself.

"Then you do one thing, after tomorrow I dont have duty, I think you also off" Ram suggested, his eyes lighting up at the idea.

"What do you have in mind?" Anjali asked, curiosity piqued.

"So call Mini and explained everything to her, that time I can came on video call" Vijay suggested, his voice filled with confidence.

Anjali took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, I will," she said, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. "Ok dear I have to go to dinner now, call you later"

"Its ok Vijay I am going to sleep now" she said. "Call you tomorrow. Love you"

"Love you too, Anjali. Goodnight," Vijay responded before the call ended.

Anjali laid there, her mind racing with the conversation she just had. She knew that the decision to have Ram stay with them was not only practical but also kind. But the thought of sharing her home with him, with his tempting presence just a wall away, filled her with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

That time she remember that dont give him medicine. She stood up on the floor and walked towards his room. Ram already slept. She knock on the door. But no response. She try to push down the lock handle, the door opened. He was not locked from inside. The dim light was on. She went near him. He was in deep sleep. Shirtless, his ripped hairless chest move up and down by the rhythm of his breath. The white bedsheets covered his waist. His injured hand was outside the bed, his fingers slightly curled.


She walked closer to the bed and sat beside him. She took the medicine and water in her hand and was about to wake him. But then she paused. She was staring at his face, his masculine jawline, his black full lips and his well-defined nose. She felt a warmth in her stomach that she hadn't felt in a long time. She leaned over and placed the medicine and water on the bedside table.

Instead of waking him, she decided to watch him sleep. His chest was rising and falling, and she found herself getting lost in his rhythm. Her eyes drifted down to his bare chest, the faint smell of soap and sweat mixing with the spices from dinner. Without realizing it, she reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair from his forehead. Her touch was feather-light, but it was enough to stir him from his slumber.

Ram's eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at her, confusion clouding his features. "Bhabhi?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

Anjali quickly pulled her hand back, her heart racing. "Dont worry," she said, her voice a little shaky. "I didn't mean to wake you. It's time for your medicine."

Ram nodded sleepily and took the pills, his eyes never leaving hers. She watched as he swallowed them down with the water, his throat moving in a way that made her stomach flip. She stood up, trying to compose herself.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.


Ram hesitated, his gaze dropping to her bare legs. "No, bhabhi," he said, his voice low. "Thank you for everything."

Anjali nodded and turned to leave, but something made her pause. She looked back at him, the silence stretching between them. "Ram," she started, not sure what she wanted to say.

He sat up in bed, his eyes searching hers. "Yes, bhabhi?"

For a moment, she considered confessing her feelings, but she bit her tongue. Instead, she gave him a small smile. "Goodnight," she said, her voice soft. "Sleep well."

"Goodnight, bhabhi," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers as she slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Anjali walked back to her own room, her thoughts a whirlwind. She couldn't help the way she felt, the connection between her and Ram was undeniable.



Continue......!!!

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Update-4


Next day, Anjali get ready to go to hospital. After wearing dress she checked Ram's room, He was in deep sleep due to the sedation of medicine, She smiled and closed the door behind and walked towards the kitchen, Toasted some bread and pour milk in a glass. She took breakfast alone at the dining table. She knew it's going to be a busy day ahead. She was about to leave, she heard door open. Anjali turned back and see Ram stood near the door of the bedroom which allocated for him. He was in his loose T shirt and shorts.

"Hi Ram, are you ok? I am about to leave" Anjali called out to him, her voice filled with concern. his eyes slightly glazed from the painkillers he had taken.

"I am sorry bhabhi, I was about to wake up early to make breakfast to you. But I dont know, I slept more" Ram's voice was filled with apology.

Anjali's heart melted at his sweet gesture. She walked towards him and patted on his shoulder gently. "Don't worry, Ram. You need to rest." she said, her eyes searched his face, looking for any signs of pain.


"I'm fine bhabhi, really," Ram assured her, his eyes meeting hers with a warmth that she couldn't ignore.

"Okay, but if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me," she said, slipping her phone into her bag. "I'll be back in the evening."

As she left, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something had changed between them. The way he had looked at her, the way his hand had felt under her touch, it was all too intimate, too real.

The day at the hospital was long and tiring, but Anjali's thoughts kept drifting back to Ram. She found herself smiling at the thought of his shy apology and the way he had looked at her in his sleep. It was a distraction she hadn't expected, but it made the hours pass quicker.

Evening she returned from the hospital and enter the flat by using the spare key she kept in her bag, the apartment was filled with the tantalizing aroma of something cooking.

She was on a call, on the other end was Vijay. "Yes Vijay, I reached just now and I can smell the aroma of delecious food"

"Wawoo Ram must be cooked somepthing special for you" Vijay said, his voice filled with humor. "What did he make?"

"I'm not sure yet," Anjali said, her stomach growling. "But it smells heavenly." She walked into the kitchen to find Ram standing at the stove, stirring a pot of something that smelled like a mix of spices and vegetables. He was in a round neck T shirt and shorts. His T shirt drenched with sweat.


"Welcome back, bhabhi," Ram said, turning to greet her. "I made your favorite, paneer butter masala."

Anjali's eyes widened in surprise. "How did you know that was my favorite?"

Ram blushed slightly. "Vijay bhayya talked about it once, while eating dinner" he said, his voice a little shy.

"Ohh Vijay he is making my favourite dish" she told to Vijay through the phone.

"He is really sweet and caring, he got the nature of his mother. How's your hand now Ram?" Vijay asked.

"Wait Vijay I will turn on the speaker phone" Anjali said, placing her phone on the kitchen counter.

Ram nodded, his cheeks reddening. "It's better now, I dont have pain, thank you," he replied, his eyes avoiding hers as he focused on the simmering pot.

The conversation continued, Vijay asking about Ram's health and their plans for the evening. Anjali listened with half an ear, her gaze lingering on Ram's bare arms, muscles flexing as he cooked. The way he moved with confidence in her kitchen, as if it were his own, sent a thrill through her. She had never noticed how attractive he was before, but now it was impossible to ignore.

They ate dinner together, the conversation flowing easily despite the underlying tension. Vijay's voice on the speaker was a comforting presence, but Anjali couldn't help but feel a little guilty for enjoying Ram's company so much. She knew her attraction was wrong, but she couldn't deny the comfort he brought to the lonely flat.

After dinner, Ram offered to clean up. "You must be tired from work," he said, his eyes genuine. "Let me do this."

Anjali nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you," she said, watching as he began to clear the table.

As she sat in the living room, scrolling through her phone, she heard the clank of dishes in the kitchen, the sound of water running in the sink. She couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through her at his thoughtfulness. It had been a long day, and his offer to help was a balm to her soul.

Later, as they sat together watching TV, the air grew thicker, charged with unspoken desires. Every time their knees brushed, Anjali felt a spark. She knew she should retreat to her room, maintain the boundary of their relationship, but she couldn't bring herself to move. The comfort of his presence was too intoxicating. She see his T shirt drenched with sweat. "Anjali you both carry on I will call you later" Vijay end the call.

She turned to Ram and said "Ram why you wear the shirt, if you sweating too much in this hot condition?"

Ram looked down at his shirt and laughed a little, "Habit, bhabhi. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Anjali felt a warmth spread through her. "You don't need to worry about me," she said. "Please, make yourself at home."

"Thank you bhabhi" Ram said with a smile.

"ok I will come after a shower" Anjali said and walked out of the kitchen. When she went out Ram removed his T shirt from his body and wipe the excess sweat with the T shirt and resumed his cooking. His broad shoulders and muscular chest was a sight to behold. His dark brown skin shined with the sweat. That time he noticed Anjali's phone ringing. Anjali dont took the phone with her. The phone was on the kitchen counter top. He checked the screen. That was a video call. He read the name on the screen. "Nisha calling...."

He ignored the call. He know he cant took the phone to Anjali, because she is in bathroom. Again the phone is started to ring. He decided to attend the call and tell to call after some time. He wear the T shirt again and attend the call.

He see a beautiful women's face on the other end. She is beautiful as Anjali. The women on the other end was shocked to see Ram attending the call.

She was about to say "sorry wrong number" that time Ram said.

"Madam wait wait... Its Anjali bhabhi's phone, I am Ram, the servant here. She went to showet and the phone is in kitchen. I will inform her to call back" Ram said quickly, trying to explain the situation.

Nisha was surprised that a servant attend the call of from his misstress phone. But she managed to be normal and said "Ok Ram please inform her"


"Ok madam" Ram said politely, ending the call. He felt a bit awkward, but he knew he had done the right thing. He put the phone back on the counter and went to check on the food. As he stirred the pot, his mind wandered to the conversation he had just had with Nisha. She was beautiful, no doubt about it, but it was the way she talked, so confidently, that intrigued him.

He felt hot and removed his T shirt and kept on the back rest of the chair. He went to the fridge and took out a bottle of water. As he twisted the cap off, he heard a gasp behind him. He turned around and saw Anjali standing at the kitchen door,  She is in a loose cotton shirt and a cotton short till cover her mid thighs. Her gaze focused on his lean but muscular body. His dark chocolate shin shined. The contour of the muscles can clearly visible. She swallowed hard, trying to compose herself.

"Ahh Bhabhi, one Nisha called in your phone, I attend on third time and informed her you will call back" Ram said, his voice slightly embarrassed.

"Nisha... Ohh she is my best friend, its a long time she called me." Anjali walked towards the kitchen counter and took her phone.

"Did you finished cooking?" Anjali asked, her eyes still lingering on Ram's bare chest.

"Yes, bhabhi," Ram replied, averting his gaze. "It's all ready."

Anjali nodded and walked back to living room. Nisha sat on the sofa and call her best friend Nisha.

A: hi dear, happy to see you after a long time.

N: yes Anju.... First I was shocked when your servant attend the call.

A: ohh Ram, actually he is not the servant...

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(Anjali explained everything about the accident and the aftermaths)
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N: ohhh so you guys are ready to help him.

A: yes Nisha. Vijay said me that he will help him to start a restaurant and I am sure Ram will won it, because he is the best cook. I feel it from the food he prepare for me.

N: That's really sweet of you both.

A: Now Vijay told me to keep him to stay with us and he can give me company when Vijay is out of station.

N: Anju, is that okay with you? Can we trust him? You know, with you being alone and all...

Anjali's mind raced. Trust was not something she had ever had to question with Ram. He had always been the epitome of respect and loyalty. But the way he had looked at her the night before, the way their knees had touched under the dinner table, it had all felt... different.

A: Nisha, I trust him. He's like family now. And with Vijay's guidance, he'll be just fine," Anjali replied, trying to convince herself as much as she was her friend. She took a deep breath.

N: Okay, if you say so, Anju. But be careful, you know what I mean.

A: I know, I know," Anjali said, rolling her eyes playfully. "But I'm a big girl, I can handle it."

N: Just saying, be safe. Love you.

A: Love you too.

That time Ram came there by holding his T shirt in his hand and guester to Anjali that he is going to shower. Anjali noded. And continued to talk to Nisha.

A: actually you are lucky to have in laws with you.

Hearing that Nisha's face become sad. Seeing that Anjali asked.

A: what happened Nish, any problem with them?

N: no dear, but I am not happy to stay with them. They are very treaditinal. They don't like me working and always interfere in my personal life. (you can read Nisha's struggle in Nisha Young Working wife story)

Anjali's heart ached for her friend. She knew Nisha's in-laws were a bit overbearing, but she didn't realize it was this bad. "Nish, you should talk to your husband about it," she said gently.

N: no use Anju, he is afrad on them. But he support me without knowing them. I am sure if we staying together without them. Our life will be happy. So you are lucky. You are staying alone with Vijay and you have full freedom.

Anjali nodded sympathetically, her thoughts drifting back to the tension in the flat. She didn't know what to say to console her friend, but she knew she had to be there for her. "Nisha, I'm always here for you, no matter what," she assured her.

A: But I am lonely when Vijay is out, he know that also. So he suggest to keep Ram with us. And Ram is a good boy, he is taking care of all the things.

N: Yes, may be he is a good boy. But still be careful Anju. You know what I mean.

A: Nisha don't worry, I know what you are saying. I am careful. And about Ram, he is really nice and caring. I don't think there is anything to worry about. And when Joshi will be back?

N: he is here, he come back before 3 weeks, but yesterday my father in law hospitalised by a heart attack. Now Joshi and mom is at hospital. I am alone here.

A: ohh ok, so these three weeks you guys enjoyed right? Anjali teased Nisha.

N: yes dear. (Nisha try to hide the truth) we enjoyed. Anjali felt jelous on Nisha to have a strong man as her husband. But in reality both Anjali's and Nisha's life was different. Nisha had to face the wrath of inlaws and Anjali had to deal with her lonliness and unsatisfied sex life.

A: you are lucky to have him as husband. Nisha said with a smile.

N: yes dear, but I dont like his over fear on his parents. They are always controlling.

The conversation continued for a while longer, with Anjali listening to Nisha's complaints and offering what advice she could.

A: Nisha I have a suggestion for you. If you can, try a transfer to other brach with some distance and you can stay alone there and you will be free from them.

N: Anju, that's a brilliant idea! But i am not sure Joshi allow me to stay alone.

A: Everything will be ok dear. Anjali consoled her. "Why don't you talk to him about it when he's back from the hospital? Maybe he'll understand."

N: I will, Anju. Thank you for being there.

As they hung up, Anjali couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. Nisha had a loving husband, despite his flaws. Vijay, on the other hand, was rarely around. But she pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the comforting aroma of Ram's cooking. She walked into the kitchen and checking the taste of paneer. She felt the paneer melted on her tongue. She closed her eyes and enjoyed. When she open her eyes she was shocked for a second that Ram stood near and looking at her that she enjoying the taste.

R: "did you like it bhabhi?" Ram asked, his eyes hopeful.

Anjali nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "It's delicious," she said, her voice a little breathless. "You really are a great cook."

R: "Thank you, bhabhi," Ram said, his chest puffing up with pride. "I try my best."

Anjali took another bite, the flavors exploding in her mouth. The paneer was perfectly spiced, and the gravy was thick and creamy, just the way she liked it. "How did you learn to cook like this?" she asked, genuinely curious.

Ram looked away, his expression shy. "From the, master cheff" he replied, referring to the head chef at the restaurant where he had worked before. "He taught me everything."

Anjali nodded, her gaze lingering on the him. Now he wear a neat T shirt and shorts. The fragrance of the soap she given to him hit in her nostrils.

"Bhabhi lets have dinner, I think you are hungry" Ram said breaking the silence.

Anjali nodded, her eyes still on him. "Yes, I am," she murmured.

They sat down to eat, the air still charged with tension. Anjali couldn't help but steal glances at Ram, his biceps flexing as he served the food onto their plates. She felt a heat spread through her that had nothing to do with the spicy curry.

As they ate, they talked about their days, she talked about her best friend Nisha and their childhood friendship to him.

That time Vijay called her in phone and both Ram and Anjali talked to him. Anjali praised about Ram's cooking. And Vijay say thanks to Ram for preparing delecious food for his wife.

V: dear I am very tired today, going to sleep after reached my room. Cal you tomorrow.

A: ok Vijay take care.

The call disconnected and she little raise up and leaned forward to take some curry, her loose shirt moved down and showed her cleavage to Ram. Its first time Ram see a pair of beautiful milky globes in front of his eyes. He swallowed hard and tried to avert his gaze. Anjali didn't noticed that. She was busy in her own world.

After dinner, Ram cleared the dishes and Anjali settled into her usual spot on the sofa. He joined her, sitting at the opposite end, trying his best to ignore the electricity in the air. The TV played a Bollywood movie in the background, but neither of them were really watching. Anjali felt the weight of Ram's gaze on her, and she found herself blushing under his scrutiny.

The silence grew heavier as the minutes ticked by, until Ram spoke. "Bhabhi, did you like the food I prepare?" He broke the silence by asking this.

Anjali looked up from her phone and met his gaze, her cheeks still flushed from the earlier conversation with Nisha. "Yes, it was amazing," she said sincerely. "I can't believe you cooked this all by yourself."

"It's nothing, bhabhi," Ram replied with a small smile. "I enjoy cooking for you. It makes me happy to see you enjoy my food."

Anjali felt a warmth in her chest at his words. It had been a long time since anyone had cooked for her with such care and attention. "Thank you, Ram," she said, her eyes meeting his for a moment before looking away shyly.

"Bhabhi we need to buy some groceries, its almost finished in the refrigerator" Ram spoke up, breaking the quiet.

"Ohh I forgot to brought, normally me and Vijay went to shopping on every friday, because two days off for me. I need to go only if any emergency cases is there." Anjali said while placing her phone aside. She stood up and walked towards the kitchen. "But today, I don't know why I forgot."

Ram followed her, "Its okay bhabhi, today is friday, if you are ok we can go out and bring" He said eagerly.

Anjali nodded and smiled. "Ya thats good idea," she looking at mobile and check the time "its 9:30pm, I like night driving. But Vijay not allow me to drive alone in this time."


R: "Don't worry bhabhi, I know driving, I have license for heavy vehicle also" Ram assured her. "If you don't mind, I can drive. Actually I feel very bored to stay inside all days."

Anjali looked at him, she understand that he wanted an outing. "Okay, Ram," she said finally, "but only if you promise to drive safely."

R: "I promise, bhabhi," Ram said, his eyes lighting up. "Let's go."

A: let me change my dress. She walked in to her bedroom and Ram went to his bedroom.

After around 10min both come's out from the room. Seeing each other both laughed. He was wearing a white T shirt and blue jeans that gifted by Vijay after the accident. And she was wearing same pattern White T shirt and blue jeans.

"Ha ha we are in same dress Ram, looks like lovers" Anjali giggled, breaking the tension.

R: "Yes bhabhi, we are looking like twins." Ram also laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

They both walked out of the flat, and Anjali locked the door. The night was warm, and the streetlights cast a soft glow on the pavement. Anjali took a deep breath, feeling the cool air on her face. She hadn't realized how much she had missed the simple pleasure of a night out.

She give the key to him. He sat on the driver seat of the SUV. She sat next to him. She noticed that he was a good driver. He drove smoothly without any jerks. The cool wind was blowing from the open window. It was a full moon night and the light from the moon was making the road bright. Anjali felt something was different about this night.

As they reached the ###### mall, he parked the car and they both stepped out. The mall was less crowded at this hour, which was a relief for Anjali, who felt more comfortable in quieter spaces. They started their shopping, filling the cart with the essentials they needed. As they moved through the aisles, their conversation grew more relaxed, and Anjali found herself laughing more than she had in weeks. Ram's easygoing nature and sense of humor were contagious, and she felt a weight lift from her shoulders.

The people around them watched them, they were shocked after compairing the dark-white complexion of Ram and Anjali, and think how he got a beautiful girlfriend like Anjali. But both Anjali and Ram was in their world. They finished the shoping and come back to the parking lot. Kept all the stuffs in the car and sat in the car.

Ram turned to Anjali and asked "where we go now?"

"Ram lets go to the XXXX park, there will be cold breeze from the nearby lake. Me and Vijay go there when we come for shopping and eat ice cream." Anjali suggested with a smile.

Ram nodded and started the car, navigating the quiet streets towards the park. As they drove, Anjali couldn't help but feel the warmth of his arm so close to hers, his strong grip on the steering wheel a silent reminder of his presence beside her. The park was indeed tranquil, the moon casting long shadows across the grass. They found a bench near the lake and sat down, the sound of the water lapping gently against the shore providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation.

"Thanks for bringing me here, bhabhi," Ram said, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. "It's peaceful."

"You're welcome," Anjali replied, her voice soft. "It's one of my favorite spots in the city."

They sat in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts. Anjali found herself stealing glances at Ram, his profile etched sharply against the night sky. "Wait bhabhi I will come now", saying this he ran towards the nearby cool bar and come back with cone ice cream. "You always liked Vanila flavour, isn't it?" he said with a grin, handing her the ice cream.

Anjali took the cone, her heart fluttering at his gesture. "How did you know?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips.

"I noticed it in your fridge the first day," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "I've noticed a lot of things about you bhabhi."

The words hung in the air, thick with meaning. Anjali took a bite of the ice cream, the coldness a stark contrast to the heat building within her. "What kind of things?" she asked, her voice a little shaky.

"Your habits, your likes and dislikes," Ram said, his voice low and steady. "How you always hum while you cook, how you look lost in thought when you read, the way your eyes light up when you talk about your patients."

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to fade away. Anjali felt her cheeks heat up, her pulse quickening. "I never knew I was that transparent," she murmured, licking the ice cream from her lips.

"Some things are easy to see," Ram said, his gaze intense.

The silence between them grew heavier, the air charged with something neither of them could quite name. Anjali took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. "We should go," she said, standing up. "It's getting late."

Ram nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. He took her hand and helped her up, the contact sending a jolt through her body. They walked back to the car, the tension palpable. Anjali was acutely aware of every step they took, every touch, every breath. When they reached the car, Ram paused, his hand lingering on the door handle.

"Bhabhi did you need anything more?" Ram asked, his voice thick with unspoken emotions.

"No, Ram everything we brought," Anjali replied, her voice a little too bright. She could feel the electricity arcing between them, the unspoken tension threatening to snap like a tightly stretched rubber band.

Ram opened the door for her, and she slid into the car, the leather seats cool against her skin. As they drove home, the silence was a living entity, pulsing with the beat of their accelerated hearts. Anjali fidgeted with the hem of her dress, trying to distract herself from the thoughts that were swirling in her mind.

When they reached near the apartment building gate, the night watchman showed his hand to stop. He came near the driving seat. Ram slide down the window.

Watchma: Doctor madam sorry to disturb you.

Anjali think he came to ask about Ram. Watchman looking at Ram and said. "Sorry sir, I am very sick now, feel high temperature that's why stopped the car to ask hep from Doctor madam" Anjali understand what he want and open the door from her side and told him to come near her. Watchman came near her. She place her soft hand on his forehead and felt it's burning. She nodded and said, "Bhayya, please come to my flat now, I need to check your temperature then I will give you the medicines" Watchman nodded.

She told him to get inside the car. Ram drove the car towards the underground parking lot. Three of them came out from the SUV. Watchman also helped them to took the plastic bags. Finally they reached in front of her flat. She checked the time in her mobile. its 12:15am now.

Three of them enter in and she told watchman to sit on the sofa and went inside. That time watchman asked to Ram. "Sir are you madam's assistant, I didnt see you before."

When Ram about to say "Yes he is my assistant and he is living with us" Anjali came there by saying this. She open her medical kitc and took the stethoscope and thermometer. She walked towards watchman and said. "I am going to check your temperature now bhayya." She placed the thermometer in his mouth and started checking his pulse with her stethoscope. She nodded with her findings and said, "You do have high temperature, it's 103F. I'll get you some *********mol and an antibiotic. Before that if you need to cure soon, need to take ********* medicine through injection"

The night watchman nodded, his eyes wide with trust. Anjali took the injection and turned to watchman. He was ready by showing his hand. "Not here bhayya, on your buttocks." She said with a professional smile. "It's going to be a bit uncomfortable but necessary."  Watchman felt embarassed to take injection from her in front of Ram. He looked at Ram. ANjali understand that and told Ram "Ram please bring the vegetables we brought to kitchen and arranged in refrigerator."

Ram nodded and took the bag and walked to kitchen.

Anjali turned back to the watchman, He loosened his belt and unbuttoned his pant and lay on his stomach on the sofa. She pull down his pant along with underwear. She took the alcohol swab and cleaned his buttock. She was about to inject but she felt a strange feeling in her stomach. The sight of his bare skin, the smell of antiseptic and the thought of injecting him, it all brought a weird mix of feelings. She took a deep breath and pushed the needle in. The watchman flinched slightly but she was done in no time. She gave him the medicines with a glass of water.

Ram walked back in the room, his eyes searched for Anjali. He found her sitting on the chair, looking a bit flustered. The watchman stood up and adjusted his pant. "Thanks doctor madam, how much is your fee" he try to pull out the wallet.

Anjali waved her hand. "It's on the house, bhayya. Take care of yourself and let me know if you need anything else." The watchman nodded gratefully and about left the flat.

"Sorry I forgot to ask your name bhayya" she said to watchman.

The watchman looked at her with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "I am Sameer madam" he said.

"Ok Sameer bhayya" Anjali nodded

"Madam if you need any help, please tell me, I am staying at the gate room." Sameer said before leaving.

Anjali nodded, "Thank you, Sameer. Goodnight."

Once he was gone, Ram looked at Anjali "Bhabhi I arranged the vegetables in refrigerator"

"Thank you Ramu, its getting late, I need a good sleep now." Anjali said, trying to keep her voice calm.

Ram nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a moment too long. "Goodnight, bhabhi," he said, his eyes never leaving hers as he walked to his room.

Anjali watched him go, She knew  she felt a strange sense of excitement. She took a deep breath and turned off the lights, heading to her own room.

The bed felt cold and empty without Vijay beside her, his warmth and comfort a stark contrast to the loneliness she felt now. But as she lay there, she couldn't help but think of Ram, his gentle touch and the way his eyes had searched hers. She told herself it was just a moment of weakness, a product of the stress and loneliness of Vijay's trip. 


Next morning, Ram wakes up around 8:10am, He went to attached bathroom and freshen up. Then comes out and walked towards the kitchen. That time he see the third bedroom was open and light came from there. He went there and opened the door, He was surprised after seeing that room. The room arranged with full of gym equipments. A personal gym for Anjali. When his eyes searched every parts he felt a tap on his shouler. he looked back and see Anjali stood behind him in her yoga dress. A sports bra and tight leggings, Her hair was tied with a band. She was sweat and holding a bottle of water in her right hand.

Continue...........!!!

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Can we expect update this weekend

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