Adultery No going Back:his worst mistake

[Zoz34]

Hi readers,I am thinking about adopting a novel  with I read with Indian setting.. should I go for it or not....if yes should I make it in faith or just normal...

[Zoz34]

• Hi readers,I am thinking about adopting a novel  with I read with Indian setting.. should I go for it or not....if yes should I make it in faith or just normal...
  

[Zoz34]

Hi,readers, I am thinking about adopting a novel which I read into a story with indian twist , should I go for it or ....start a new one,






Admin pls let it pass...

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tell about a brief part of the storyline bro.. will help you decide on the story

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Pls admin approve my post for my new story

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To the readers its slow burn story driven content....but there will be plenty of action...so pls patience....I am sure you will enjoy it



It all started on a weekend I’ll never forget. I’m Aarav—Aarav Sharma. 22. And nothing would ever be the same again.



Every end of summer meant just one thing—Pawna.The long drive out of the city, the slow fade of traffic into fields, the air getting thinner, cooler, as if brushing off the grime of Mumbai. The lake always came into view suddenly—like a secret—but this time, it wasn’t the water I kept glancing at.

It was Meher.
In the passenger seat, legs folded up, slippers off, her toes resting against the dashboard. Sunlight dusted her bare smooth thighs. She was scrolling and giggling into her phone, not even glancing at me. Like I wasn’t even there.
That voice—light, breezy—could sanything:"I missed you.""I faked it."
"I'm done with you."And still sound soft.

She shifted, and my eyes dropped—fuck, right there.
Just above her jeans, her black top slid up an inch, and that’s all it took. That little strip of bare waist—smooth, tight, fuckable. The curve between her ribs and hip, teasing like it knew I was watching. My mouth went dry..

Riya was in the backseat, sprawled like it was her room. She was just barley 18,Meher cousin . One foot pressed against the window, the other leg bent, knee poking between the seats. And with her—Kunal.Mid-twenties.Tattooed arms.That lean, gym-bulked look with the too-thin hoodie He hadn’t said a word to me, not since we left the city. But I could feel him—like static. Like something humid crawling up the back of my neck.

They weren’t subtle.
Riya’s fingers kept drifting onto his thigh, brushing, tapping. Once, she leaned in and whispered something right into his chest—and he grinned, lazy, like he knew exactly what game he was playing.
I kept my eyes on the road. But my chest felt tight. My jaw, locked.
I wasn’t sure if I was angry. Or jealous.
Or scared of what this weekend would turn into.

Then came the poke.Riya’s toe, bratty and bare, jabbed into my shoulder. “Stop at the mart, Aarav,” she whined, like I was their fucking Uber driver.I didn’t respond.

Meher turned to look at me. Just a flick of her eyes—cool, unreadable—and I gave in. Like always. I turned the wheel toward the tiny village tucked between the trees.

The place was barely a town.
Just two rusted boards, some sleepy shops, a paanwala asleep in his chair.
Meher opened her door, arms raised to fix her bun. And for a moment—fuck—
Her side profile: the soft swell of her breast under the loose top, the shadow between her thighs where the denim hugged low, the waistband dipping just enough to make me forget to breathe.

She walked past me slowly, “Mumma’s not coming.”
I blinked. “What?”

Meher:She cancelled. Work thing. She’s staying back in Pune.

Aarav:So… we’ve got the house to ourselves.

Behind us, Riya : “Fucking finally! I’m swimming in my bra, I swear.”

Kunal laughed. That short, deep laugh that sounded like he'd already undressed her in his head.

Meher didn’t turn back. She just walked toward the shop, hips swaying. Slow. Deliberate.Like she knew I was watching.Like she wanted me to.

I didn’t move. Couldn’t.
My skin felt too tight.
No parents. No rules. Just... them. Just us.

I thought of the lake. Of wet bikinis, clingy fabric. Riya’s soaked white top, her nipples stiff under it. Kunal’s abs glistening, cock probably half-hard in his shorts, swaggering around like he owned the place.And Meher.Meher in a swimsuit.

Meher :“Riya, grab party stuff. Mixers, drinks… anything fun.”

Riya:And condoms?
 Kunal chuckled behind me.
Riya doesn't have any shame and fear for a 18 year old.

Kunal joined me a second later.
Arms crossed, his body language loose, like he had all the time in the world to fuck someone’s life up.

kunal:She always this quiet?”
I said nothing.

“Girls like her…” he licked his bottom lip, eyes on the door she’d just walked through “…usually aren’
t.”I wanted to hit him.Instead, I just smiled like an idiot.


Meher is leaving for Delhi next month—for her post-graduation. I’d asked her more than once why she couldn’t just study here, in our own city. She always gave the same answer: better facilities, better exposure. Maybe. Or maybe Delhi just gives her more space—to breathe, to explore, to be someone without me. That thought sits in my chest like a stone.

She’s twenty-two, like me. But there’s something in her—something more woman than girl. Dusky skin that glows warm in the sunlight, like caramel melting over satin. Just 5’3”, but her body… god. That tight little waist that I could circle with one hand, flaring into wide, round hips. A soft, toned ass that sways without even trying—wrapped in those cotton salwars that hug like sin.

And her breasts—full, teasingly high, always pushing at the edge of her kurti like they knew they were being watched. I've seen men get distracted mid-sentence when she walks by. She doesn’t even try. That’s the worst part. That ripe, youthful figure… it makes men stare. Makes them imagine. Some have even said it—how did a guy like me end up with a girl like her?

But they don’t know the history,we are childhood sweetheart.

She’s mine. She always has been. But Delhi? Delhi doesn’t care about that.It feels like she is parting away.

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The place was gorgeous. Too perfect. A big white villa tucked between palms, sloping into a private lake that shimmered gold in the late sun.But I wasn’t looking at the view.
I carried our bags upstairs. Claimed a room with a lake view. Closed the door. My phone buzzed — nothing from her.

I texted:Come up.

No reply.

I sat on the bed, hard already. Thinking about what she’d said yesterday: "I’m on the pill now."

She wanted me to fuck her raw. Finally. No barrier. Skin on skin.

We’d never done it without. And now  just the idea had me throbbing. 
Another car pulled up. A door slammed.

Voices downstairs.

My cock twitched. I adjusted myself. Pictured her walking in, flushed from the heat, shirt clinging to her tits. That look in her eye. That guilty smile.

Fuck’s sake, Meher... come up before I explode.

I heard footsteps on the wooden stairs. Slow. Careless. A giggle. Then a voice—hers—laughing at something someone said. Not just hers.

I stood. My cock already hard, aching inside my jeans. She still hadn’t replied to my message. But now she was coming up?

The door creaked open.

She entered—flushed, glowing from the heat outside, her white tee sticking to her curves, clinging to her breasts like second skin. Her nipples... God, they were faintly visible. She laughed, brushing hair off her face. I stepped forward. Closed the door behind her.

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I didn’t even let her finish what she was saying. My mouth was on hers—desperate, hungry. My hands slid to the small of her back, pulling her against me.

“Mmmph... Aarav?” she gasped, laughing into the kiss. Her body was soft, warm, familiar. But there was something different. A distance. Or maybe just time.

She pulled back, eyes wide. “Oh my God... you’re hard?”

I didn’t pretend. “Yeah,” I said. “Thinking about what you told me last night.”

Her face went crimson. That guilty smile. She bit her lip.

“Meher... I’ve been going crazy,” I said. “You’re on the pill now. Do you expect me to not be hard?”

She smacked my chest playfully, laughing. “Aarav... everyone’s downstairs. Riya, Kunal...”

“So?”

“It’s not even night yet!”

“I don’t care. I want to do it now. Day, night... fuck, I’d do it while we’re having breakfast tomorrow if I could.”

I slid my hands over her waist, caressing the curves I knew too well. My cock throbbed as I pressed against her belly. Her eyes widened.

She exhaled, shaking her head. “You’re such a pervert.”

“Only for you,” I whispered, kissing her neck. “You know how long I’ve waited to feel you... like this... raw.”

“Aarav... we said tonight.”

“I can’t wait till tonight,” I said, desperate. “You dropped this thought in my head... and now it’s strangling me.”

She looked up at me. Her eyes softened. Her hand came up to cup my face — warm, trembling.

“You really want to?” she whispered.

“More than anything.”

There was a pause. Her breath hitched.

And then she smiled — wide, wicked, beautiful. “Let’s do it.”

“God... yes.” I laughed, half-relieved, half-crazy. My heart was pounding. My hands trembled.

She pushed me gently onto the bed… and for a moment, it felt like the very first time all over again.

From childhood friends to lovers, we’d grown up with each other — literally. I was her first. She was mine. Our first time had been in Class 12, and I still remembered every damn detail. Fifth July. Her home. Rima aunty had to rush unexpectedly to the office… and Meher had looked at me and said, “Let’s do it.”

That day was... sacred. Soft. Stupidly beautiful.

And now — right now — watching her bite her lip as she slowly removed her top, I felt the same stupid thrill in my chest. Only now\... her body had changed. Fuller. Softer. More womanly. Her boobs looked bigger. Her hips... slightly wider. She was still Meher — but more.

I reached out and stopped her hand, unable to stop staring.

My cock was already stiff and aching inside my jeans, twitching with every breath she took. My thumbs found the hem of her tee, lifting it slowly until a strip of dusky skin revealed itself between her shirt and the waistband of her shorts. Her tight little navel peeked out — a soft, horizontal dash that scrunched slightly as she laughed.

“What are you doing?” she teased, smirking down at me.

“You’re perfect,” I whispered — honest and dazed.

Her hand came up to ruffle through my hair, and I leaned in to kiss just above her bellybutton, taking a warm mouthful of her skin and pressing it gently between my lips. My hands slid down, working the button of her shorts loose, then the zipper.

Meher leaned back on her arms, watching me.

I looked down — a dark sliver of black cotton visible between the open V of her khaki shorts — then slipped the loose flannel shirt off her shoulders. She helped, shrugging it off with an elegant little shrug.

While she tossed it aside, I was already lifting her T-shirt upward, and she didn’t stop me.

Now she sat before me — in just a plain black bra, her shorts undone, legs slightly apart… just watching me, letting me take her in.

I ran a hand through her soft hair and kissed her forehead. “You gonna help, or just gonna let me do all the work?”

She grinned. “I like what you’re doing.”

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I dropped to my knees between Meher’s parted thighs again, the warmth of her skin calling me like a prayer. I kissed her belly, tasting her heat, slowly climbing up till my nose nudged the curve of her bra. Her breath hitched — soft, almost shy — and fuck, it made my heart pound.

My hands slid behind her back, found the clasp with muscle memory, and I undid it in one clean snap. The moment her bra loosened, her breasts dropped just a little with a natural softness that made my breath catch. The fabric slipped off, and there they were — two dusky-soft mounds with tight, rosy-brown nipples standing proud.

“I love your breasts,” I murmured like a confession.

“Do you?” she asked, voice teasing but trembling. She knew.

Instead of answering, I leaned in and sucked her nipple slowly into my mouth. Her scent — that mix of perfume, body soap, and that natural aroused warmth — wrapped around me, dizzying. I let my tongue swirl around the bud, then switched to the other one, licking and kissing till her breath turned heavier, more urgent.

She lay back slowly, breath dragging, her legs still parted, letting me get over her. And god, the sight of her — dark eyes half-lidded, lips swollen, her breasts rising with each breath, bare waist arching gently — I could’ve cum just from looking.

There was some noise downstairs, maybe laughter, maybe something breaking. Didn’t matter.

She flinched slightly under me. I whispered, “Easy, it’s fine.”

“I know,” she said, but her eyes darted away.

I kissed her, deeper this time, more possessive. Her mouth softened under mine. We lay sideways on the bed like teenagers making out for the first time, but our hands had different plans now. My fingers slid from between her breasts to her navel, tracing lower till I touched the waistband of her panties.

She sucked in a breath.

When Meher lies like this — stomach pulled in, hip bones jutting up like handles made for me to grab — she looks unreal. My fingers teased across that hip-to-hip hollow before slipping inside her panties. Her moan against my lips when I touched her slit was low, surprised, desperate.

So wet.

That’s when I knew. This was happening. No going back.

I kissed her deeper, more tongue, more bite. Her hand moved down my shirt, found my shorts, belt clinking. We undressed each other in breathless bursts, mouths never leaving, hands shameless.

My fingers moved over her folds, warm and slippery, teasing her clit till her hips rose to meet my hand. She whimpered into my mouth. Her hand found my cock under my briefs, rubbing the shape through the cloth. Then her fingers slipped in — and fuck — that first skin-on-skin touch made me jolt.

She giggled, lips against my jaw. “Somebody’s eager.”

“You have no idea,” I growled.

Her hand stroked me slow and wet. I was rock hard and throbbing. I could barely breathe.

“You ready?” I whispered, my fingers still gently rubbing her soaked entrance. I always asked. No matter how lost we got, I always asked.

She nodded, eyes on mine. And in that look — wet lips, hair messy, pupils blown wide — I saw it. She wanted this. Us. Now.

Sunlight spilled in through the window. It hit her skin and made it glow gold. I felt her heat against me, her scent thick in the air.

“I love you,” I whispered. “I want this to be real. I want to be your first like this… and your forever.”

She didn’t answer with words. Her mouth opened but her eyes softened — almost teary. She pulled me down and kissed me with everything.

I rolled on top of her, positioned between her legs. My cock slipped against her pussy lips, slick and hot. I rubbed against her — god, the sound alone, that wet slap — I’d never heard anything so filthy, so fucking perfect.

She widened her legs more.

“We’re both ready,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

I nodded. “So ready.”

And this time, no condom. No latex. No barrier.
Just me. Her. Skin to skin.
I lifted myself just enough, my hips shifting back until I felt the warm, slippery press of her opening against my tip. My breath hitched. My head spun like I was tumbling inside a dream — half-awake, fully lost.

“This feels different…” I whispered, barely able to speak.

Meher gasped softly, her brows pulled in sweet tension. “It’s… incredible…”

“I know,” I murmured, and brought my hand between us, holding myself at the base, guiding the head slowly over her. I didn’t want to rush. I didn’t even want to enter yet. I just wanted to stay there — barely touching, melting into the feeling of us.

Her lips parted in a breathy laugh, a moan tangled inside it. Her hips rolled up, chasing me, and I looked up to see her face — head tilted back into the pillow, her mouth open, eyes shut, flushed and glowing in the late afternoon light.

“Meher…” I breathed. The sight of her like that — her bare body under mine, open and waiting — nearly undid me.

I pulled back a bit, watching her thighs part wider, knees bending up instinctively, making room for everything we were about to do. I knelt between her legs, my thighs warm against hers, and looked down at where I touched her — our skin wet and glistening. I held myself in one hand and gently ran the head along her slickness, parting her folds, stroking slowly from her entrance to that soft, sensitive hood. Her breath caught.

Each time I tapped or rubbed over her clit, her back arched a little, her fingers clutching at her breasts. Her nipples stood taut and dark and beautiful, her body humming under my touch.

She looked down at me, breathless. “Aarav…” she whispered. “Please… put it in me… I need you.”


Aarav was mesmerized. The head of his cock glistened, wet from Meher’s arousal, gliding up and down her bare, swollen folds. Her soft, dusky labia folded over him and then slipped apart with every stroke, spreading open along that slick, glistening seam of her body.

His heart wasn’t beating anymore — it was humming, buzzing in a single, trembling line of sensation.

Then she whispered, voice thick with need, “Do you… want to watch it go in?”

He froze.

The boy inside him — the teenage version of himself who had stared at her in college, stared at her tight salwars, who had once jerked off just thinking about her bare shoulder — he absolutely did. He wanted to see his cock disappear into the most beautiful girl he had ever known. But the man in him wanted it to be intimate. Wanted to be over her, kissing her lips, whispering her name when he finally entered her raw.

Still… the boy won.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

And Meher smiled, coy and open. She held herself open for him, hips parting, legs trembling.

Aarav nudged forward — gently, almost reverently — and the head of his cock slid in. Just the tip. His breath stuttered, and he watched, stunned, as his own belly visibly fluttered with the force of sensation. His whole lower body shuddered. “Oh fuck… oh my God…”

His balls curled tight, hugging the base of his shaft. He felt it — that inevitable tide, the early wave of orgasm clawing its way up, threatening to end it all before it even began.

He panicked. Fell forward, slipping out of her with a wet sigh, planting his weight on his elbows over her chest. Their bodies pressed together, his lips near her neck. He kissed her, urgently, needing to delay, to recover. His hands trembled against her shoulders. She was breathing hard too — not frustrated, just aching.

Then she whispered again — almost broken — “Aarav… please… please put it in me…”

She wriggled under him, her hipbones pressing into his pelvis, her body silently begging.

“Just… just a second,” he whispered. He could feel the heat pulsing inside him, right at the edge. He bit his lip. Tried to breathe. He couldn’t blow it now — not like this, not so soon.

“Please,” she moaned again, lips brushing his ear. “I need you inside me… please.”

He nodded, jaw tight. “I know, baby… I know.”

He pushed his hips back again, took himself in hand, and ran his cock once more along the hot, slippery line of her sex. His length was stiff, slick, and twitching, lined up at her entrance.

Then — with one careful, slow flex — he sank into her.

Raw. Bare. All of him.

Meher gasped beneath him — a breathy, high-pitched, involuntary sound — and Aarav almost lost control again. It was the most surreal, overwhelming feeling of his life. She was wet. Hot. Velvety. The walls of her body pulsed around him as he slid deeper, inch by aching inch.

No condom. No barrier. Just her.

Every part of her wrapped around his throbbing cock like she was made to take him in.

His body nearly spasmed from the intensity — a punch of pleasure right behind his navel. He could feel his orgasm rising again, wild and brutal, his balls drawn up, his spine buzzing.

But then Meher whispered, “Oh God, Aarav… it feels… oh my God… go slow. Please, slow\...”

That saved him.

Her voice grounded him. That voice he loved. That body he worshipped.

“Yeah,” he gasped. “Yeah, I will…”

He grabbed the sheets on either side of her head, knuckles white, locking himself in place as her tight warmth milked him inch by inch. He looked down at her — her eyes closed, her lips parted, flushed and helpless beneath him — and knew: this was it.

She was his.

And now, he was inside her, bare, deep, and desperate to make it last.



“You feel so good,” Meher whispered, her warm fingers resting just above my hips, her touch maddening. “Okay—don’t,” I muttered, breathless, her fingers making my whole body jerk. That slight movement slid my cock deeper inside her tight, wet heat, and I nearly lost it right then.

She whispered, “Don’t come... don’t come yet...”

“I won’t,” I said, my voice strained. But inside, I felt a wave of raw, primal pressure building, and her teasing tone only made it harder to hold back. Still, that tiny bit of challenge from her gave me something to hold onto, to grip against the storm surging inside me. “Just... don’t move,” I begged, needing a second to breathe, to survive.

“Doesn’t it feel amazing, Aarav?” she whispered against my lips, her voice full of wonder and trembling lust.

“You’re... incredible,” I gasped. “I can’t believe it feels this good. I love you, Meher... I love you so much.”

I planted my elbows beside her, keeping my body still, trying not to thrust, not to lose it all in a single twitch. My stomach was tight as a drum, trembling. Every slight shift between us sent electric jolts of pleasure through my spine.

She kissed me again, soft and deep, moaning into my mouth, “My God, can you believe this? Can you believe how it feels?”

“No,” I breathed. “I never imagined...”

“Why did we ever use condoms?” she whispered, giggling against my neck.

“I know,” I laughed weakly. “You feel like heaven, Meher... I can’t explain it.”

“Can you move now?” she asked gently.

“I think so,” I said, lying. I *didn’t* think so. But I couldn’t resist anymore. I let my hips sink a little deeper, groaning as I bottomed out inside her—tight, wet, unbelievable.

“Are you all the way in?”

“I’m in... all the way.”

Her eyes widened. “We’re having sex, Aarav. Real, actual, real sex.” Her nails grazed the back of my neck, and I felt her wrap her legs around me.

“You’re my first,” I said, voice tight. “My only.”

“And I’m so glad,” she whispered, kissing me again with a tremble in her lips.

But now the pressure inside me wasn’t just rising—it was boiling. My balls were tight, my thighs clenched. The urge to come was so strong, it felt like my body was fighting me.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered, pressing my hips tightly against hers, trying to hold myself still, to fight the inevitable.

“Don’t come,” she pleaded breathlessly. “Not yet, baby...”

“Don’t say that,” I gasped. “Don’t talk... shh... shh... please...”


Meher pov:

Aaravhad tickled and teased at her, and the slippery, skin-on-skin feel of his unprotected penis had sent cold, electric shocks crawling up her belly. Her legs had squirmed helplessly against the sheets of her own bed. Now that he was fully inside, she felt every inch of him in a way she never had before. His cock felt hotter, thicker, alive — pulsing deep inside her, rubbing up against her from within like it belonged there. It was real. She could feel the veins pressing into her tight canal, the flared ridge of his swollen tip dragging against her wetness.

And oh god — the wet. Sticky, hot, maddening. Her own and his. It was everywhere. She could feel it coating her thighs, his shaft, their skins sliding wetly together. It didn’t feel like shame or guilt — it felt like freedom.

This was the real first time.

The time before, it had only hurt. That rubbery, strange, lifeless thing inside a condom had stabbed into her, dry and wrong. Her arms had prickled with heat, like a rash had broken out across her skin. She had lifted them off the bedsheet because they stung. And Harrison — sweet, hesitant Harrison — had stroked her hair and whispered, “We can stop, it’s okay,” his voice soft with concern.

But she had insisted. “No, just… do it.” She needed it to be over. She had wanted the burden gone. Wanted to say she wasn’t a virgin anymore. To tell her friends it was done. To scratch it off her body like a label she never asked for. Aarav had been the boy she trusted. That was enough.

But this time — this time was Meher’s. Her body clung to him like it had waited for this moment, wet and aching and alive.

“Oh God, don’t move,” Harrison groaned again, his breath ragged. A bead of sweat hung at the tip of his nose, ready to fall. His cock throbbed deep inside her, swelling more, twitching. She could feel the slipperiness growing — he was leaking more warmth inside her, and it made her gasp.

It had happened on the 5th of July, 2016 — early evening —  sound od children playing  had faded in the air. The golden light still lingered outside Meher’s window, filtering through her floral curtains. Somewhere beyond the walls of her bedroom, kids laughed in the gully, and a pressure cooker hissed faintly from the neighbors' kitchen.

She hadn’t showered after work. Her summer job at the food court left her hair smelling of masala and oil, and she’d worried about it as they undressed. He hadn’t seemed to mind. He was too caught in her eyes, her skin, her trembling body.

It had been at her house — her room. Her own pillow under her head. Her dupatta tossed aside near the dresser, her kurti bunched around her chest, and her panties hanging loose from one foot. She remembered how she had half-expected her mom to walk in at any second and scream. She imagined judgment in her mother’s eyes — not because of religion, but because of shame. Desi shame. Quiet shame. Girls like Meher don’t do things like this.

But here she was. Legs spread open. Breath caught. And Harrison inside her — no rubber, no hesitation — just skin, heat, and wetness.



The emotional connection that evening was overwhelming — deeper than the act itself — and far more powerful than any rhythm of skin meeting skin. It was enough to soften the sharpness of what had, in truth, been a disorienting, painful experience. She had cried afterward. Not loudly. Just quietly — lying curled against his chest on her own bedsheet, her legs sticky and thighs sore.

It hadn’t gone the way she thought it would. There was no lightning bolt, no magic. Just the ache of stretching, the sting of breaking — and then, shame. A strange, hollow shame. A silent voice whispering, ab tu woh nahi rahi... She was no longer a virgin. That invisible label, worn all her life without choosing it, was now peeled away. Something irreversible had happened, something she couldn’t take back. Something she had given.

But somehow… it still felt okay.

She had done it with the one person she trusted beyond all — with Aarav. Her best friend. Her first kiss. Her constant. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. That knowledge, that security, had comforted her more than the act itself. That night, when he held her close — the condom still damp and dangling from his hand, her body raw and trembling — she had felt... safe.

Then came the laughter.

Her voice still hoarse from moaning, her breath caught in hiccups of giggles, she’d tapped a finger against the little reservoir tip of the condom, the white fluid wobbling inside.
“That could’ve been inside me, idiot,” she’d said.
Aarav had grinned sheepishly, half-proud, half-embarrassed. “You mean it wasn't romantic?”

They had laughed so hard, her cheeks still wet with tears.

After that, they didn’t do it again for two weeks.

And when they did, it was different. They were alone in his flat — his parents out of town, and a lie neatly crafted. She wasn’t at a cousin’s wedding. She was here, barefoot in the kitchen, trying to cook Maggi with too much water while he brought her chilled cola from the fridge.

That night, they played house. They watched TV in bed. She wore his oversized tee. Her hair still smelled of shampoo and her skin was warm from the towel. He kissed her navel and she didn’t flinch. He went down on her and she let him. She moaned without apology.

That time, it didn’t feel like giving something away. It felt like taking something — something new. Ownership of her body, of her desires.

But even that night… there was something hovering. Something heavy. Like a storm cloud over a sunny afternoon.

This time — this day, this weekend — it was worse.

Because this time, there was real loss on the horizon. She was leaving.Soon. For Delhi. For the post-grad course she had always dreamt of. The application was accepted. The bags nearly packed. Aarav still pretended he was okay with it, but she knew him too well. Knew that silence of his. That half-smile. That tightening jaw when someone brought it up.

And so, tonight, she avoided it. Like she always did when something scared her.

Not now. Not when her body was melting in his hands. Not when her legs were wrapped around him again. Not when his breath was hot against her neck and his love so painfully visible in the way he touched her.

She wasn’t ready to feel that loss yet.





“Stay still, stay still,” Aarav sighed, his face pinched tight. The bead of sweat plopped on her cheek. “I’m trying,” she whispered. “Please, don’t come yet ...”


Now they were wrapped around each other—breathing hard, clinging. Their bodies damp with sweat, skin slipping and sticking, the wet warmth of their moment clinging to their bare chests and thighs. Meher could hear Aarav's heart thudding against hers like a trapped bird. She wasn’t sure if it was hers or his breath on her shoulder anymore.

After a long breathless pause, she whispered, “Theek ho?”

He nodded faintly. “Haan…”

But the moment he moved his hips back slightly, his face twisted. “Oh shit,” he groaned, stomach clenched, muscles drawn tight like pulled wire.

“Just go, Aarav… bas karo ab…” she whispered urgently, voice trembling, patting his back like she couldn’t hold still anymore.

“Kya?”

“just do it”



His mind wanted to hold back, be gentle, do it properly… but his body didn’t wait. His hips took over.

He thrust into her again—and the gasp that escaped her lips was something else, something raw and real. That sound undid him. He moved, pulled back, pushed in. Again. And again. Ten desperate, hungry strokes — each one shaking the old wooden bed with a dull thak-thak, until the headboard hit the wall with a clang.

Meher cried out, not from pain but from something deeper, something breaking open inside her. She felt him—truly felt him—and suddenly the shame, the awkwardness, everything melted.

“Yes… oh God yes… I can feel you…” she whispered fiercely, arms curling around his neck, legs wrapping higher up his waist like her body refused to let go.

It wasn’t the most graceful or slow moment. But it was theirs.

He trembled above her, jerking helplessly with each pulse inside her—his seed flooding in, warm and thick. Her breath caught as her inner walls clenched, body reacting instinctively.

“Ohh… haan… andar aa gaya…” she gasped softly, face pressed against his sweaty neck. “Sab kuch feel ho raha hai…”

His thrusts slowed but didn’t stop, still rolling, still bucking as if trying to give her more. That slippery, slick, dripping feeling as he moved inside her made her head spin.

She felt full. She felt marked.

He groaned against her ear, “Oh God…”

Hearing her say those things—dirty, desperate—was undoing him completely. They’d kissed, touched, even joked naughtily before. But this was different.

It wasn’t just sex. It was surrender.

Meher held him tight, as if something precious might escape. Her body trembling, her breath ragged. She wasn’t sure if it was aftershocks or just the rush of everything—love, loss, shame, pleasure. But right now, in that messy, clumsy tangle, she felt more alive than ever.




Aarav pov:

When it was finally done, Aarav collapsed over her, still panting.

Aarav:l“That was... un... unreal.”

Meher didn’t say anything right away. She wasn’t out of breath, and something in that made him feel a pang of disappointment. But he knew he could try again. Soon.

Aarav:“Was that okay?”

Meher:“It’s okay.” (a pause, then softly) “We can go again later.

He felt regret twist in his stomach.

Aarav:“I’m sorry.”

Meher:“It’s a compliment. I’m just too hot for you.”

He let out a small laugh, inhaling the soft scent behind her ear, at the nape of her neck.

Aarav:“Thank you. And that’s true. You’re way too hot for me.”

Meher:“I know.

She patted his back, gently nudging him off her. He rolled to the side and lay next to her on his back, still catching his breath. She stared quietly at the ceiling, her hands resting between her thighs.

Aarav:“That was so incredible.

Meher:“I really do wish I got on the pill earlier.”

Aarav:“I know you were worried about your health.”

Meher:“Still... it felt amazing.”

He gently nudged her hip with the back of his wrist. She found his hand and laced her fingers with his.

Aarav:“What does it feel like?”

She shifted her hips a little, thinking.

Meher:“Wet. Really wet.”

Aarav:“Does it feel good?”

She nodded without hesitation.

Meher:“Yes.

Aarav:Really? You like how it feels?”

Meherwith a soft laugh)“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”
Aarav:“Doesn’t it feel weird?”

She sat up now, folding her legs under herself, wrapping her arms around her ankles.

Meher:It does, a little. But women were made to receive, Aarav. You just think it’s gross because you’re imagining a guy coming inside your—”

A small, unexpected sound interrupted her—a faint bubble-like noise between her legs. She looked down with a slight grimace and instinctively covered herself.

Aarav:“What?”

Meher:“Nothing.”* (her gaze drifting to the side) “Some of it’s... coming out.”

Aarav:“That’s okay. I think that’s normal.”

Meher:*“Oh, all the girls you came inside told you that?”

Aarav:“Come on, you know\...”

Meher:“Porn?
Aarav:yes

Meher:You watch porn that shows that?”

Aarav:Not specifically. But... I’ve seen it.”

She looked at him for a long moment, the sun falling behind her back, casting a golden hue over her bare shoulders. Her long hair veiled her chest, her posture relaxed but mischievous.

Meher:You want to see it?

arav:“I—I do.”

Meher:Calm down.”

Aarav:No, really. I want to.”

Meher:“No way.”

Aarav:“Please... show me.”

Meher:no

Aarav:“Please, Meher...”

Meher:Really?

Aarav:“Come on. You asked me... Please, show me.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, then turned slightly, still sitting cross-legged. Her hands hovered over herself, hesitant. Then, slowly, she parted them and tucked them behind her back.

For a moment, he just stared—his breath caught. She looked at him, amused by his stunned silence.

Meher:“Oh boy.”

He exhaled, placing a hand over his heart.

Aarav:“Whoa.”

She laughed and closed her legs.

Aarav:“No, wait—don’t go!”

Meher:“I’m not getting your stuff on my bedsheet, Aarav.”

She stood, grabbing a nearby T-shirt and holding it between her legs as she walked to her bag.

Aarav:What now?”

Meher: don’t want to squat. Feels weird.”

He watched her, bare and glowing in the soft light, feeling like the luckiest man alive.

He tossed her the T-shirt.

Aarav:Here. Use this. Now come back.”

She returned, sitting beside him again, still holding the shirt close. Her fingers brushed through his hair.

Aarav:“I’m sorry I came so fast.”

Meher:Don’t worry, I got what I came for.

Aarav:“What was that?”

Meher: told you—I wanted you to be my real first.”

Aarav:I’m your first two times over.”

Meher:It was nice.”

Aarav:“It could’ve been better.”

Meher:“It was what it needed to be.”

He glanced down at his body, then looked back at her.

Aarav:“You want to go again?

She smiled, shook her head.

Meher:Maybe later.

Aarav:“I’m ready now.”

Meher:Not now, Aarav. Let it sink in for me. Later.”

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The place was gorgeous. Too perfect. A big white villa tucked between palms, sloping into a private lake that shimmered gold in the late sun.But I wasn’t looking at the view.
I carried our bags upstairs. Claimed a room with a lake view. Closed the door. My phone buzzed — nothing from her.

I texted:Come up.

No reply.

I sat on the bed, hard already. Thinking about what she’d said yesterday: "I’m on the pill now."

She wanted me to fuck her raw. Finally. No barrier. Skin on skin.

We’d never done it without. And now  just the idea had me throbbing. 
Another car pulled up. A door slammed.

Voices downstairs.

My cock twitched. I adjusted myself. Pictured her walking in, flushed from the heat, shirt clinging to her tits. That look in her eye. That guilty smile.

Fuck’s sake, Meher... come up before I explode.

I heard footsteps on the wooden stairs. Slow. Careless. A giggle. Then a voice—hers—laughing at something someone said. Not just hers.

I stood. My cock already hard, aching inside my jeans. She still hadn’t replied to my message. But now she was coming up?

The door creaked open.

She entered—flushed, glowing from the heat outside, her white tee sticking to her curves, clinging to her breasts like second skin. Her nipples... God, they were faintly visible. She laughed, brushing hair off her face. I stepped forward. Closed the door behind her.

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I didn’t even let her finish what she was saying. My mouth was on hers—desperate, hungry. My hands slid to the small of her back, pulling her against me.

“Mmmph... Aarav?” she gasped, laughing into the kiss. Her body was soft, warm, familiar. But there was something different. A distance. Or maybe just time.

She pulled back, eyes wide. “Oh my God... you’re hard?”

I didn’t pretend. “Yeah,” I said. “Thinking about what you told me last night.”

Her face went crimson. That guilty smile. She bit her lip.

“Meher... I’ve been going crazy,” I said. “You’re on the pill now. Do you expect me to not be hard?”

She smacked my chest playfully, laughing. “Aarav... everyone’s downstairs. Riya, Kunal...”

“So?”

“It’s not even night yet!”

“I don’t care. I want to do it now. Day, night... fuck, I’d do it while we’re having breakfast tomorrow if I could.”

I slid my hands over her waist, caressing the curves I knew too well. My cock throbbed as I pressed against her belly. Her eyes widened.

She exhaled, shaking her head. “You’re such a pervert.”

“Only for you,” I whispered, kissing her neck. “You know how long I’ve waited to feel you... like this... raw.”

“Aarav... we said tonight.”

“I can’t wait till tonight,” I said, desperate. “You dropped this thought in my head... and now it’s strangling me.”

She looked up at me. Her eyes softened. Her hand came up to cup my face — warm, trembling.

“You really want to?” she whispered.

“More than anything.”

There was a pause. Her breath hitched.

And then she smiled — wide, wicked, beautiful. “Let’s do it.”

“God... yes.” I laughed, half-relieved, half-crazy. My heart was pounding. My hands trembled.

She pushed me gently onto the bed… and for a moment, it felt like the very first time all over again.

From childhood friends to lovers, we’d grown up with each other — literally. I was her first. She was mine. Our first time had been in Class 12, and I still remembered every damn detail. Fifth July. Her home. Rima aunty had to rush unexpectedly to the office… and Meher had looked at me and said, “Let’s do it.”

That day was... sacred. Soft. Stupidly beautiful.

And now — right now — watching her bite her lip as she slowly removed her top, I felt the same stupid thrill in my chest. Only now\... her body had changed. Fuller. Softer. More womanly. Her boobs looked bigger. Her hips... slightly wider. She was still Meher — but more.

I reached out and stopped her hand, unable to stop staring.

My cock was already stiff and aching inside my jeans, twitching with every breath she took. My thumbs found the hem of her tee, lifting it slowly until a strip of dusky skin revealed itself between her shirt and the waistband of her shorts. Her tight little navel peeked out — a soft, horizontal dash that scrunched slightly as she laughed.

“What are you doing?” she teased, smirking down at me.

“You’re perfect,” I whispered — honest and dazed.

Her hand came up to ruffle through my hair, and I leaned in to kiss just above her bellybutton, taking a warm mouthful of her skin and pressing it gently between my lips. My hands slid down, working the button of her shorts loose, then the zipper.

Meher leaned back on her arms, watching me.

I looked down — a dark sliver of black cotton visible between the open V of her khaki shorts — then slipped the loose flannel shirt off her shoulders. She helped, shrugging it off with an elegant little shrug.

While she tossed it aside, I was already lifting her T-shirt upward, and she didn’t stop me.

Now she sat before me — in just a plain black bra, her shorts undone, legs slightly apart… just watching me, letting me take her in.

I ran a hand through her soft hair and kissed her forehead. “You gonna help, or just gonna let me do all the work?”

She grinned. “I like what you’re doing.”

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I dropped to my knees between Meher’s parted thighs again, the warmth of her skin calling me like a prayer. I kissed her belly, tasting her heat, slowly climbing up till my nose nudged the curve of her bra. Her breath hitched — soft, almost shy — and fuck, it made my heart pound.

My hands slid behind her back, found the clasp with muscle memory, and I undid it in one clean snap. The moment her bra loosened, her breasts dropped just a little with a natural softness that made my breath catch. The fabric slipped off, and there they were — two dusky-soft mounds with tight, rosy-brown nipples standing proud.

“I love your breasts,” I murmured like a confession.

“Do you?” she asked, voice teasing but trembling. She knew.

Instead of answering, I leaned in and sucked her nipple slowly into my mouth. Her scent — that mix of perfume, body soap, and that natural aroused warmth — wrapped around me, dizzying. I let my tongue swirl around the bud, then switched to the other one, licking and kissing till her breath turned heavier, more urgent.

She lay back slowly, breath dragging, her legs still parted, letting me get over her. And god, the sight of her — dark eyes half-lidded, lips swollen, her breasts rising with each breath, bare waist arching gently — I could’ve cum just from looking.

There was some noise downstairs, maybe laughter, maybe something breaking. Didn’t matter.

She flinched slightly under me. I whispered, “Easy, it’s fine.”

“I know,” she said, but her eyes darted away.

I kissed her, deeper this time, more possessive. Her mouth softened under mine. We lay sideways on the bed like teenagers making out for the first time, but our hands had different plans now. My fingers slid from between her breasts to her navel, tracing lower till I touched the waistband of her panties.

She sucked in a breath.

When Meher lies like this — stomach pulled in, hip bones jutting up like handles made for me to grab — she looks unreal. My fingers teased across that hip-to-hip hollow before slipping inside her panties. Her moan against my lips when I touched her slit was low, surprised, desperate.

So wet.

That’s when I knew. This was happening. No going back.

I kissed her deeper, more tongue, more bite. Her hand moved down my shirt, found my shorts, belt clinking. We undressed each other in breathless bursts, mouths never leaving, hands shameless.

My fingers moved over her folds, warm and slippery, teasing her clit till her hips rose to meet my hand. She whimpered into my mouth. Her hand found my cock under my briefs, rubbing the shape through the cloth. Then her fingers slipped in — and fuck — that first skin-on-skin touch made me jolt.

She giggled, lips against my jaw. “Somebody’s eager.”

“You have no idea,” I growled.

Her hand stroked me slow and wet. I was rock hard and throbbing. I could barely breathe.

“You ready?” I whispered, my fingers still gently rubbing her soaked entrance. I always asked. No matter how lost we got, I always asked.

She nodded, eyes on mine. And in that look — wet lips, hair messy, pupils blown wide — I saw it. She wanted this. Us. Now.

Sunlight spilled in through the window. It hit her skin and made it glow gold. I felt her heat against me, her scent thick in the air.

“I love you,” I whispered. “I want this to be real. I want to be your first like this… and your forever.”

She didn’t answer with words. Her mouth opened but her eyes softened — almost teary. She pulled me down and kissed me with everything.

I rolled on top of her, positioned between her legs. My cock slipped against her pussy lips, slick and hot. I rubbed against her — god, the sound alone, that wet slap — I’d never heard anything so filthy, so fucking perfect.

She widened her legs more.

“We’re both ready,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

I nodded. “So ready.”

And this time, no condom. No latex. No barrier.
Just me. Her. Skin to skin.
I lifted myself just enough, my hips shifting back until I felt the warm, slippery press of her opening against my tip. My breath hitched. My head spun like I was tumbling inside a dream — half-awake, fully lost.

“This feels different…” I whispered, barely able to speak.

Meher gasped softly, her brows pulled in sweet tension. “It’s… incredible…”

“I know,” I murmured, and brought my hand between us, holding myself at the base, guiding the head slowly over her. I didn’t want to rush. I didn’t even want to enter yet. I just wanted to stay there — barely touching, melting into the feeling of us.

Her lips parted in a breathy laugh, a moan tangled inside it. Her hips rolled up, chasing me, and I looked up to see her face — head tilted back into the pillow, her mouth open, eyes shut, flushed and glowing in the late afternoon light.

“Meher…” I breathed. The sight of her like that — her bare body under mine, open and waiting — nearly undid me.

I pulled back a bit, watching her thighs part wider, knees bending up instinctively, making room for everything we were about to do. I knelt between her legs, my thighs warm against hers, and looked down at where I touched her — our skin wet and glistening. I held myself in one hand and gently ran the head along her slickness, parting her folds, stroking slowly from her entrance to that soft, sensitive hood. Her breath caught.

Each time I tapped or rubbed over her clit, her back arched a little, her fingers clutching at her breasts. Her nipples stood taut and dark and beautiful, her body humming under my touch.

She looked down at me, breathless. “Aarav…” she whispered. “Please… put it in me… I need you.”


Aarav was mesmerized. The head of his cock glistened, wet from Meher’s arousal, gliding up and down her bare, swollen folds. Her soft, dusky labia folded over him and then slipped apart with every stroke, spreading open along that slick, glistening seam of her body.

His heart wasn’t beating anymore — it was humming, buzzing in a single, trembling line of sensation.

Then she whispered, voice thick with need, “Do you… want to watch it go in?”

He froze.

The boy inside him — the teenage version of himself who had stared at her in college, stared at her tight salwars, who had once jerked off just thinking about her bare shoulder — he absolutely did. He wanted to see his cock disappear into the most beautiful girl he had ever known. But the man in him wanted it to be intimate. Wanted to be over her, kissing her lips, whispering her name when he finally entered her raw.

Still… the boy won.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

And Meher smiled, coy and open. She held herself open for him, hips parting, legs trembling.

Aarav nudged forward — gently, almost reverently — and the head of his cock slid in. Just the tip. His breath stuttered, and he watched, stunned, as his own belly visibly fluttered with the force of sensation. His whole lower body shuddered. “Oh fuck… oh my God…”

His balls curled tight, hugging the base of his shaft. He felt it — that inevitable tide, the early wave of orgasm clawing its way up, threatening to end it all before it even began.

He panicked. Fell forward, slipping out of her with a wet sigh, planting his weight on his elbows over her chest. Their bodies pressed together, his lips near her neck. He kissed her, urgently, needing to delay, to recover. His hands trembled against her shoulders. She was breathing hard too — not frustrated, just aching.

Then she whispered again — almost broken — “Aarav… please… please put it in me…”

She wriggled under him, her hipbones pressing into his pelvis, her body silently begging.

“Just… just a second,” he whispered. He could feel the heat pulsing inside him, right at the edge. He bit his lip. Tried to breathe. He couldn’t blow it now — not like this, not so soon.

“Please,” she moaned again, lips brushing his ear. “I need you inside me… please.”

He nodded, jaw tight. “I know, baby… I know.”

He pushed his hips back again, took himself in hand, and ran his cock once more along the hot, slippery line of her sex. His length was stiff, slick, and twitching, lined up at her entrance.

Then — with one careful, slow flex — he sank into her.

Raw. Bare. All of him.

Meher gasped beneath him — a breathy, high-pitched, involuntary sound — and Aarav almost lost control again. It was the most surreal, overwhelming feeling of his life. She was wet. Hot. Velvety. The walls of her body pulsed around him as he slid deeper, inch by aching inch.

No condom. No barrier. Just her.

Every part of her wrapped around his throbbing cock like she was made to take him in.

His body nearly spasmed from the intensity — a punch of pleasure right behind his navel. He could feel his orgasm rising again, wild and brutal, his balls drawn up, his spine buzzing.

But then Meher whispered, “Oh God, Aarav… it feels… oh my God… go slow. Please, slow\...”

That saved him.

Her voice grounded him. That voice he loved. That body he worshipped.

“Yeah,” he gasped. “Yeah, I will…”

He grabbed the sheets on either side of her head, knuckles white, locking himself in place as her tight warmth milked him inch by inch. He looked down at her — her eyes closed, her lips parted, flushed and helpless beneath him — and knew: this was it.

She was his.

And now, he was inside her, bare, deep, and desperate to make it last.



“You feel so good,” Meher whispered, her warm fingers resting just above my hips, her touch maddening. “Okay—don’t,” I muttered, breathless, her fingers making my whole body jerk. That slight movement slid my cock deeper inside her tight, wet heat, and I nearly lost it right then.

She whispered, “Don’t come... don’t come yet...”

“I won’t,” I said, my voice strained. But inside, I felt a wave of raw, primal pressure building, and her teasing tone only made it harder to hold back. Still, that tiny bit of challenge from her gave me something to hold onto, to grip against the storm surging inside me. “Just... don’t move,” I begged, needing a second to breathe, to survive.

“Doesn’t it feel amazing, Aarav?” she whispered against my lips, her voice full of wonder and trembling lust.

“You’re... incredible,” I gasped. “I can’t believe it feels this good. I love you, Meher... I love you so much.”

I planted my elbows beside her, keeping my body still, trying not to thrust, not to lose it all in a single twitch. My stomach was tight as a drum, trembling. Every slight shift between us sent electric jolts of pleasure through my spine.

She kissed me again, soft and deep, moaning into my mouth, “My God, can you believe this? Can you believe how it feels?”

“No,” I breathed. “I never imagined...”

“Why did we ever use condoms?” she whispered, giggling against my neck.

“I know,” I laughed weakly. “You feel like heaven, Meher... I can’t explain it.”

“Can you move now?” she asked gently.

“I think so,” I said, lying. I *didn’t* think so. But I couldn’t resist anymore. I let my hips sink a little deeper, groaning as I bottomed out inside her—tight, wet, unbelievable.

“Are you all the way in?”

“I’m in... all the way.”

Her eyes widened. “We’re having sex, Aarav. Real, actual, real sex.” Her nails grazed the back of my neck, and I felt her wrap her legs around me.

“You’re my first,” I said, voice tight. “My only.”

“And I’m so glad,” she whispered, kissing me again with a tremble in her lips.

But now the pressure inside me wasn’t just rising—it was boiling. My balls were tight, my thighs clenched. The urge to come was so strong, it felt like my body was fighting me.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered, pressing my hips tightly against hers, trying to hold myself still, to fight the inevitable.

“Don’t come,” she pleaded breathlessly. “Not yet, baby...”

“Don’t say that,” I gasped. “Don’t talk... shh... shh... please...”


Meher pov:

Aaravhad tickled and teased at her, and the slippery, skin-on-skin feel of his unprotected penis had sent cold, electric shocks crawling up her belly. Her legs had squirmed helplessly against the sheets of her own bed. Now that he was fully inside, she felt every inch of him in a way she never had before. His cock felt hotter, thicker, alive — pulsing deep inside her, rubbing up against her from within like it belonged there. It was real. She could feel the veins pressing into her tight canal, the flared ridge of his swollen tip dragging against her wetness.

And oh god — the wet. Sticky, hot, maddening. Her own and his. It was everywhere. She could feel it coating her thighs, his shaft, their skins sliding wetly together. It didn’t feel like shame or guilt — it felt like freedom.

This was the real first time.

The time before, it had only hurt. That rubbery, strange, lifeless thing inside a condom had stabbed into her, dry and wrong. Her arms had prickled with heat, like a rash had broken out across her skin. She had lifted them off the bedsheet because they stung. And Harrison — sweet, hesitant Harrison — had stroked her hair and whispered, “We can stop, it’s okay,” his voice soft with concern.

But she had insisted. “No, just… do it.” She needed it to be over. She had wanted the burden gone. Wanted to say she wasn’t a virgin anymore. To tell her friends it was done. To scratch it off her body like a label she never asked for. Aarav had been the boy she trusted. That was enough.

But this time — this time was Meher’s. Her body clung to him like it had waited for this moment, wet and aching and alive.

“Oh God, don’t move,” Harrison groaned again, his breath ragged. A bead of sweat hung at the tip of his nose, ready to fall. His cock throbbed deep inside her, swelling more, twitching. She could feel the slipperiness growing — he was leaking more warmth inside her, and it made her gasp.

It had happened on the 5th of July, 2016 — early evening —  sound od children playing  had faded in the air. The golden light still lingered outside Meher’s window, filtering through her floral curtains. Somewhere beyond the walls of her bedroom, kids laughed in the gully, and a pressure cooker hissed faintly from the neighbors' kitchen.

She hadn’t showered after work. Her summer job at the food court left her hair smelling of masala and oil, and she’d worried about it as they undressed. He hadn’t seemed to mind. He was too caught in her eyes, her skin, her trembling body.

It had been at her house — her room. Her own pillow under her head. Her dupatta tossed aside near the dresser, her kurti bunched around her chest, and her panties hanging loose from one foot. She remembered how she had half-expected her mom to walk in at any second and scream. She imagined judgment in her mother’s eyes — not because of religion, but because of shame. Desi shame. Quiet shame. Girls like Meher don’t do things like this.

But here she was. Legs spread open. Breath caught. And Harrison inside her — no rubber, no hesitation — just skin, heat, and wetness.



The emotional connection that evening was overwhelming — deeper than the act itself — and far more powerful than any rhythm of skin meeting skin. It was enough to soften the sharpness of what had, in truth, been a disorienting, painful experience. She had cried afterward. Not loudly. Just quietly — lying curled against his chest on her own bedsheet, her legs sticky and thighs sore.

It hadn’t gone the way she thought it would. There was no lightning bolt, no magic. Just the ache of stretching, the sting of breaking — and then, shame. A strange, hollow shame. A silent voice whispering, ab tu woh nahi rahi... She was no longer a virgin. That invisible label, worn all her life without choosing it, was now peeled away. Something irreversible had happened, something she couldn’t take back. Something she had given.

But somehow… it still felt okay.

She had done it with the one person she trusted beyond all — with Aarav. Her best friend. Her first kiss. Her constant. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. That knowledge, that security, had comforted her more than the act itself. That night, when he held her close — the condom still damp and dangling from his hand, her body raw and trembling — she had felt... safe.

Then came the laughter.

Her voice still hoarse from moaning, her breath caught in hiccups of giggles, she’d tapped a finger against the little reservoir tip of the condom, the white fluid wobbling inside.
“That could’ve been inside me, idiot,” she’d said.
Aarav had grinned sheepishly, half-proud, half-embarrassed. “You mean it wasn't romantic?”

They had laughed so hard, her cheeks still wet with tears.

After that, they didn’t do it again for two weeks.

And when they did, it was different. They were alone in his flat — his parents out of town, and a lie neatly crafted. She wasn’t at a cousin’s wedding. She was here, barefoot in the kitchen, trying to cook Maggi with too much water while he brought her chilled cola from the fridge.

That night, they played house. They watched TV in bed. She wore his oversized tee. Her hair still smelled of shampoo and her skin was warm from the towel. He kissed her navel and she didn’t flinch. He went down on her and she let him. She moaned without apology.

That time, it didn’t feel like giving something away. It felt like taking something — something new. Ownership of her body, of her desires.

But even that night… there was something hovering. Something heavy. Like a storm cloud over a sunny afternoon.

This time — this day, this weekend — it was worse.

Because this time, there was real loss on the horizon. She was leaving.Soon. For Delhi. For the post-grad course she had always dreamt of. The application was accepted. The bags nearly packed. Aarav still pretended he was okay with it, but she knew him too well. Knew that silence of his. That half-smile. That tightening jaw when someone brought it up.

And so, tonight, she avoided it. Like she always did when something scared her.

Not now. Not when her body was melting in his hands. Not when her legs were wrapped around him again. Not when his breath was hot against her neck and his love so painfully visible in the way he touched her.

She wasn’t ready to feel that loss yet.





“Stay still, stay still,” Aarav sighed, his face pinched tight. The bead of sweat plopped on her cheek. “I’m trying,” she whispered. “Please, don’t come yet ...”


Now they were wrapped around each other—breathing hard, clinging. Their bodies damp with sweat, skin slipping and sticking, the wet warmth of their moment clinging to their bare chests and thighs. Meher could hear Aarav's heart thudding against hers like a trapped bird. She wasn’t sure if it was hers or his breath on her shoulder anymore.

After a long breathless pause, she whispered, “Theek ho?”

He nodded faintly. “Haan…”

But the moment he moved his hips back slightly, his face twisted. “Oh shit,” he groaned, stomach clenched, muscles drawn tight like pulled wire.

“Just go, Aarav… bas karo ab…” she whispered urgently, voice trembling, patting his back like she couldn’t hold still anymore.

“Kya?”

“just do it”



His mind wanted to hold back, be gentle, do it properly… but his body didn’t wait. His hips took over.

He thrust into her again—and the gasp that escaped her lips was something else, something raw and real. That sound undid him. He moved, pulled back, pushed in. Again. And again. Ten desperate, hungry strokes — each one shaking the old wooden bed with a dull thak-thak, until the headboard hit the wall with a clang.

Meher cried out, not from pain but from something deeper, something breaking open inside her. She felt him—truly felt him—and suddenly the shame, the awkwardness, everything melted.

“Yes… oh God yes… I can feel you…” she whispered fiercely, arms curling around his neck, legs wrapping higher up his waist like her body refused to let go.

It wasn’t the most graceful or slow moment. But it was theirs.

He trembled above her, jerking helplessly with each pulse inside her—his seed flooding in, warm and thick. Her breath caught as her inner walls clenched, body reacting instinctively.

“Ohh… haan… andar aa gaya…” she gasped softly, face pressed against his sweaty neck. “Sab kuch feel ho raha hai…”

His thrusts slowed but didn’t stop, still rolling, still bucking as if trying to give her more. That slippery, slick, dripping feeling as he moved inside her made her head spin.

She felt full. She felt marked.

He groaned against her ear, “Oh God…”

Hearing her say those things—dirty, desperate—was undoing him completely. They’d kissed, touched, even joked naughtily before. But this was different.

It wasn’t just sex. It was surrender.

Meher held him tight, as if something precious might escape. Her body trembling, her breath ragged. She wasn’t sure if it was aftershocks or just the rush of everything—love, loss, shame, pleasure. But right now, in that messy, clumsy tangle, she felt more alive than ever.




Aarav pov:

When it was finally done, Aarav collapsed over her, still panting.

Aarav:l“That was... un... unreal.”

Meher didn’t say anything right away. She wasn’t out of breath, and something in that made him feel a pang of disappointment. But he knew he could try again. Soon.

Aarav:“Was that okay?”

Meher:“It’s okay.” (a pause, then softly) “We can go again later.

He felt regret twist in his stomach.

Aarav:“I’m sorry.”

Meher:“It’s a compliment. I’m just too hot for you.”

He let out a small laugh, inhaling the soft scent behind her ear, at the nape of her neck.

Aarav:“Thank you. And that’s true. You’re way too hot for me.”

Meher:“I know.

She patted his back, gently nudging him off her. He rolled to the side and lay next to her on his back, still catching his breath. She stared quietly at the ceiling, her hands resting between her thighs.

Aarav:“That was so incredible.

Meher:“I really do wish I got on the pill earlier.”

Aarav:“I know you were worried about your health.”

Meher:“Still... it felt amazing.”

He gently nudged her hip with the back of his wrist. She found his hand and laced her fingers with his.

Aarav:“What does it feel like?”

She shifted her hips a little, thinking.

Meher:“Wet. Really wet.”

Aarav:“Does it feel good?”

She nodded without hesitation.

Meher:“Yes.

Aarav:Really? You like how it feels?”

Meherwith a soft laugh)“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”
Aarav:“Doesn’t it feel weird?”

She sat up now, folding her legs under herself, wrapping her arms around her ankles.

Meher:It does, a little. But women were made to receive, Aarav. You just think it’s gross because you’re imagining a guy coming inside your—”

A small, unexpected sound interrupted her—a faint bubble-like noise between her legs. She looked down with a slight grimace and instinctively covered herself.

Aarav:“What?”

Meher:“Nothing.”* (her gaze drifting to the side) “Some of it’s... coming out.”

Aarav:“That’s okay. I think that’s normal.”

Meher:*“Oh, all the girls you came inside told you that?”

Aarav:“Come on, you know\...”

Meher:“Porn?
Aarav:yes

Meher:You watch porn that shows that?”

Aarav:Not specifically. But... I’ve seen it.”

She looked at him for a long moment, the sun falling behind her back, casting a golden hue over her bare shoulders. Her long hair veiled her chest, her posture relaxed but mischievous.

Meher:You want to see it?

arav:“I—I do.”

Meher:Calm down.”

Aarav:No, really. I want to.”

Meher:“No way.”

Aarav:“Please... show me.”

Meher:no

Aarav:“Please, Meher...”

Meher:Really?

Aarav:“Come on. You asked me... Please, show me.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, then turned slightly, still sitting cross-legged. Her hands hovered over herself, hesitant. Then, slowly, she parted them and tucked them behind her back.

For a moment, he just stared—his breath caught. She looked at him, amused by his stunned silence.

Meher:“Oh boy.”

He exhaled, placing a hand over his heart.

Aarav:“Whoa.”

She laughed and closed her legs.

Aarav:“No, wait—don’t go!”

Meher:“I’m not getting your stuff on my bedsheet, Aarav.”

She stood, grabbing a nearby T-shirt and holding it between her legs as she walked to her bag.

Aarav:What now?”

Meher: don’t want to squat. Feels weird.”

He watched her, bare and glowing in the soft light, feeling like the luckiest man alive.

He tossed her the T-shirt.

Aarav:Here. Use this. Now come back.”

She returned, sitting beside him again, still holding the shirt close. Her fingers brushed through his hair.

Aarav:“I’m sorry I came so fast.”

Meher:Don’t worry, I got what I came for.

Aarav:“What was that?”

Meher: told you—I wanted you to be my real first.”

Aarav:I’m your first two times over.”

Meher:It was nice.”

Aarav:“It could’ve been better.”

Meher:“It was what it needed to be.”

He glanced down at his body, then looked back at her.

Aarav:“You want to go again?

She smiled, shook her head.

Meher:Maybe later.

Aarav:“I’m ready now.”

Meher:Not now, Aarav. Let it sink in for me. Later.”

[Zoz34]

With her eyes still locked on his, Meher pulled her legs together, tucking his oversized T-shirt between them, curled into a fetal position beside him. Her knees brushed against Aarav’s hip, her finger lazily tracing circles in the soft curls above his ear.

Meher: “You know I care about you… so much, right?”

Aarav: “I care about you too.”

It felt like she wanted to say more—her lips tucked inward, gently biting the lower one—then she just smiled faintly and tapped his cheek.

Meher:“We should go downstairs.”

Aarav: “Yeah… I guess we should.”

It was over. Quick, maybe too quick, but not meaningless. It had weight. It had them in it. Aarav was already thinking about later—maybe when the sun dipped a little, he’d try again. Or definitely at night, under the stars, when they'd have the room to themselves. And they’d make all the noise they wanted, no matter what Aayan or anyone else might think.

Aarav:“Did you guys manage the alcohol?”

He tried to keep the edge out of his voice.

Meher rolled her eyes and brushed her thumb along his jaw.

Meher: “Nope.”

Aarav:“All of you couldn’t figure something out?”

Meher: “I’ll ask Aayan when he gets here.”

Aarav: “Didn’t I already say that?”

Meher: “Yeah, but we’re too far out. Everyone else had their own weekend plans. It’s too late to drag them all up here.”

That part he was happy about. The exclusivity was what made this whole thing special. Just a small, messy group.

Aarav: “Fine. Ask Aayan then.”

Even if it wasn’t the best idea. Meher was smart, yeah—but she had that wild streak. And Shelby and Riya? Same energy. Aayan was more grounded, but if Rocky was tagging along…

Meher: “Hey, want to see something?”

Her face lit up with a grin—mischievous, excited, like she was about to let him in on a secret.

Aarav: “What is it?”

Meher:“Something I want to show you.”

She got up without hesitation, still completely bare, bathed in golden light streaming in from the lake through the open window. Downstairs, voices rose—cheering, laughter, loud bottle clinks. Someone had arrived.Probably Aayan.

But Meher didn’t seem to notice or care. She crouched by her suitcase, unbothered by her nudity now. Still clutching his T-shirt between her legs, she unzipped the bag, wiped herself again with the shirt, then tossed it aside.



Aarav:“What are you doing?”

Meher: “Thinking if I should make you turn around first.”

Aarav: “You’re literally already naked.”

He smirked, pulled a pillow behind his head, settling in. His knees hung over the bed’s edge, still very much exposed. He didn’t care. Not when she looked like that.

Meher: “It’s a surprise.”

Aarav: “Should I close my eyes?”

Meher: “Yes! Don’t peek.”

He mostly closed them—but kept them just narrow enough to watch her. Even though she assumed he wasn’t looking, she still turned her back.

She walked over to the opposite bed, set down the bikini top. Bright turquoise. It sparkled like Goa water. Two tiny triangle cups.

He watched her hold up the thong bottom, heart hammering. Was she really going to wear that in front of everyone?

Meher: “I bought it with Shelby—remember that shop next to Zivame? Bit pricey, but worth it…”




Meher was walking away from him, completely naked—her fair skin glowing in the soft afternoon light. Her back arched just a little, hair cascading down to the middle of her spine, stopping just before the delicious curve of her waist. The gentle slope led down to her round, bare ass—plump, perfectly toned, jiggling slightly with each slow step she took. Her thighs swayed, a soft gap glimmering between them as she bent slightly to lay the bikini top on the bed.

Aarav watched with wide eyes, heart hammering, cock hard and twitching.She picked up the thong, held it up with two fingers—bright turquoise, a sparkling wisp of nothing. Her lips parted as she spoke, but her words barely registered.

Then—

SLAM.

The door burst open.

Rocky.

Aayan’s friend. Broad, tan, gym-cut. Backward cap. Tank top clinging to his chest. He stopped at the doorway—and froze.And so did time.

Rocky's eyes dropped instantly—locked on Meher's naked body.

She hadn’t even turned yet. He got the full view—that ass, round and bare, smooth as cream, back arched, thighs slightly parted in a way that offered just the faintest peek between her legs.

She gasped, eyes wide—spinning too late.She gasped, eyes wide—spinning too late.

Her tits bounced, round and soft, nipples tight and flushed from the rush of blood and panic. She shrieked, tried covering her chest with one arm, grabbing the thong with the other, holding it in front of her crotch—but it was hopeless. There was too much skin. Too much softness. Too much of her on display.


Rocky’s face split into a huge grin.

Rocky:“What’s up, titties?”

He winked, laughed, then casually shut the door again like it was all a joke. Aarav could hear his voice in the hallway

Rocky: “That room’s definitely taken, bro.”

Aayan:“Yeah, that’s my sister’s room.”

Meher’s face was flushed.

Meher: “What a complete asshole.”

Aarav: “That was Rocky, right?”

Meher:“Yep. I can’t believe him. Does nobody knock anymore?”

Aarav stood, still covering himself with one hand, the other pulling her gently close.

Aarav:“You okay?”

Meher: “I’m fine.”

She stepped into the bikini bottom, and he realized—yeah, it was a thong. His stomach twisted.

Aarav:“Wait… is that a thong?”

Meher:“You think Mom would’ve flipped?”

Aarav: “Oh, totally.”

Meher:“Shouldn’t you be turned around?”

He rolled his eyes and did it. She dressed behind him; he grabbed his shorts.

Meher:“Okay.”

He turned back.

Holy. Shit.

The bikini barely existed. Two patches up top, tiny string bottom that barely covered anything. Her ass was... entirely visible.

Aarav:“What does it look like from the back?”

She rotated, biting her lip.

Aarav gawked—speechless.

Meher: “Is that bad or good?”

Aarav: “Both. Good, because I love it. Bad, because everyone else will too.”

Satisfied, she padded back to him, kissed his cheek.

Meher:“Don’t be such a problem.”

Aarav:Please wear shorts till we’re by the water.”

Meher:“Okay, baba,” she giggled.


As they came downstairs, the living room was already buzzing with voices and laughter. Neha and Kunal were there, lounging on beanbags, chatting with Tanya and Samar.
Meher’s brother Aayan had just arrived too—three years older, recently back from Bangalore. With him were his friends: Rocky, Jake, and Parth.

Aayan was chill with her being in a relationship with Aarav—never made it weird, just like Shilpi aunty, who used to call Aarav her “damad beta” for fun.

Aarav: “Oye Aayan bhai!”
Aayan: “Arre Aarav! What’s up, bro?”

Meher hugged her brother tight. It had been three months since she last saw him.

Meher: “Finally! You forgot your little sister or what?”
Aayan: “Please, madam. I’ve been working day and night. You look the same—still bossing people around?”

Meher: “Ugh, shut up.”
She smacked his arm lightly, grinning. But then her face turned mock-serious.

Meher: “Also… tell your friend to knock before barging into people’s rooms.”
She glanced sharply at Rocky.

Rocky looked her up and down, pausing at her bare thighs peeking from under her oversized tee. A smug smirk formed on his lips.

Rocky: “Tell your sister to wear some clothes when company’s around.”

Meher: “It’s my bedroom!”
Her fists clenched. “Not a public park!”

Rocky: “Exactly. Not a nudist colony either.”
He turned back to his Coke, clearly enjoying the moment.

Meher: “Ugh, you’re such a dick.”

Aarav placed a hand on her back.
Aarav: “Chill, Meher.”

They all hung out for a while—laughing, pulling each other’s legs. Music played low in the background. Parth was trying to set up the speaker properly. Jake had already stolen half the chips. The whole room smelled like deo, soda, and pizza.

Aayan eventually excused himself to the bathroom.

Just then, another guy walked in—another of Aayan’s college friends. Slightly taller, with streaked hair and an overconfident smile.

Rocky nudged him.

Rocky: “That’s Aayan’s little sister. Used to be in high college when we passed out.”
He said it loud enough for Meher to hear.

Meher rolled her eyes.

Meher: “I’m in college now, FYI. And I’m twenty-two, not twelve.”

Rocky: “Still lil sis to us. Sorry, rules are rules.”

Meher gave him a mock glare, then turned to Aarav.

Meher: “Why does your gender come with so much audacity?”

Aarav: “I was gonna ask the same about yours.”

They laughed, even as Rocky raised an eyebrow, still amused, still watching her.



Aarav was helping Rocky carry the last duffel bag up .Rocky was Aayan friend...he was quite popular in college ...Aarav remember he was a ladies man.


Rocky : “Tu bhi Aayan ke college mein tha kya?”

Aarav : “Haan, same batch.”

Rocky : “Hmm... yaad nahi padta tu.”

Aarav gave a tight smile. Rocky didn’t say it mockingly — but the indifference stung. Like he was being brushed off. Insignificant.

Inside, the house was buzzing with weekend energy — music low, fridge open and shut, someone laughing in the kitchen.

He scanned the hall. Where the hell was Meher? She wasn’t downstairs. Wasn’t outside either.

He headed toward the staircase, gut tightening a little without knowing why. As he climbed up, footsteps thumped lightly toward him. Jake.

Aarav: “Hey, did you see Meher?”

Jake barely paused, just flicked his thumb over his shoulder toward the closed door behind him.

Jake: “Yeah… in there.”

Aarav stopped. His eyes locked on the shut bedroom door.

In there?

He turned toward Jake.

Jake :“Maybe don’t go in there.”

And then Jake was gone, descending the stairs, the wood groaning under his casual steps.

Aarav was rooted. The door. Just a simple bedroom door. But it suddenly looked… sinister. Like something was happening on the other side that he wasn’t meant to see.

His breath quickened.

Jake just walked out from there… and Meher’s in there?

His thoughts spiraled. What the hell was she doing in a room like that? With Jake? Why did Jake say that line like that? That smirk? That fuck-you smile?

Aarav’s chest thudded. Something twisted in his stomach. He could feel his palms grow sweaty, heart slamming like it wanted out. His fingers curled and uncurled.

She wouldn’t…

But his brain didn’t stop. The images began forcing their way in — horrible, graphic, humiliating.

He could see her. Meher. His Meher. Bent over on the bed, half-dressed, her dusky skin flushed and gleaming with sweat. Her hair messy. Her eyes hazy.

His jaw clenched. Eyes still fixed on the door.

What if she was laughing with him right now? Moaning under him? Whispering things in his ear that Aarav had never heard from her?


The jealousy clawed at his insides like fire. The kind of burn you can’t put out.

He placed his hand on the handle.

It was cold.

So was the blood in his veins now.

Just open it.

But he couldn’t.

Because part of him didn’t want to see


Didn’t want to know what she was capable of when he wasn’t around. Didn’t want to hear her breathless voice whisper another man’s
 name in a dark room.

His legs trembled. He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. He imagined the sound of skin slapping, of muffled gasps. Of her nails clawing at someone else’s back. Not his.


Aarav bit his lip, shut his eyes, and with a trembling breath, snapped the handle down.

Meher was with a man but it was Aayan  her brother,a sense of relief.They were in the middle of a conversation,so he didn't disturbed them.

Few hours later.....




The sun was mellowing into late afternoon gold, casting a shimmering halo over the lake. Everyone had migrated to the water’s edge—some lying on towels, others sipping beers, the speaker lazily humming an indie track.

Jiya was practically in Jake’s lap near the rocks. Her fingers toyed with his hair, her laughter high-pitched and flirty. Aarav could see Jake’s hand resting dangerously close to her waistline.

But Aarav’s eyes weren’t on them for long.

They were on Meher.

She stood a few feet away, arms crossed over her shirt like she was undecided about something.

Meher : “Should I go in like this… or make a scene?”

Aarav smirked. “You’ll make a scene either way.”

Meher smiled, then leaned toward him—low enough that her lips brushed his ear.

Meher : “You sure you can handle it if I take this off?”

He swallowed. His voice came out low.

Aarav: “Try me.”

She grinned.



Then, with a deliberate tease, she hooked her fingers under the hem of her oversized shirt and began to lift. Inch by inch, smooth golden skin appeared… first her flat, toned stomach, the gentle dip of her navel, then the soft curve beneath her ribs—until the shirt bunched just below her chest.

And there they were.

Two plump, perfect tits barely caged by the flimsy turquoise bikini top—two skimpy triangles struggling to contain all that soft, heavy flesh. The swells jiggled slightly with each breath, the deep line of cleavage practically daring his eyes lower.

Aarav’s pulse roared in his ears.

Then came the shorts. She slid her thumbs inside the waistband, gave a devilish smirk, and peeled them down agonizingly slow—revealing the endless stretch of her smooth, sculpted thighs, kissed with sunlight.

And then… the thong.

A tiny wisp of fabric that barely covered her mound, hugging her hips with two thin strings. And at the back? Just a teasing little thread vanishing deep into the firm, round perfection of her ass—each cheek bouncing slightly with her movement, mouthwatering and obscene.

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Two guys near the dock,were staring openly.One elbowed the other and whispered something. They both laughed.So were all the group ,Jake,Rocky,kunal...

Aarav’s jaw clenched.

Meher noticed him stiffen. “What?”

Aarav: “Those guys are staring.”

Meher glanced once, casually. “Let them stare.”

Aarav : “It doesn’t bother you?”

Meher : “It shouldn’t bother you.I’m yours.”

He looked at her—really looked. Her wet hair curled slightly from lake spray, her chest rising with every breath. She was perfect. And he wasn’t the only one who knew it.

Aarav: “I’m gonna grab the chicken for the grill.”

Meher: “Hurry. I’m hungry.”

She winked, then turned, walking toward the water—her ass swaying in that thong, every bounce of it branded in his vision.


He headed toward the shaded grill area, tucked behind the trees, trying to calm himself. That’s when he heard them through the window.



Raj and Vishal. They hadn’t seen him approach.

Raj: “Bro, Jake’s totally gonna smash Jiya tonight. Did you see how she’s clinging to him?”

Vishal: “She might beg for it. Girl’s thirsty as hell.”

They both laughed. Aarav slowed, staying behind a tree. He should’ve walked away. But then

Raj “Still, forget Jiya, man you seen Meher?”

Vishal: “That’s Aayan’s sister, bro.”

Raj :“So what? Doesn’t make her any less fuckable. That bikini? She might as well be naked.”

Vishal: “Facts. But how the fuck did Aarav pull her?”

Raj : “Exactly! That dude? Skinny, quiet, soft. He looks like he reads poetry and apologizes after sex.”

Visha: “Meanwhile Meher looks like she’d ride you till your soul leaves your body.”

They both cracked up.

Raj: “Her tits are insane, bro. You saw when she took her shirt off? Full view. No shame. That ass—fuck. I’d risk getting slapped just to grab it.”

Vishal: “I’d take that risk too. And you saw the way she bent down near the towel? You could almost see—”

Aarav stepped back, fists balled, breath shallow. He couldn’t hear any more.

He grabbed the tray of marinated chicken from the cooler, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.

He walked out into the sun again.

There she was.

Meher, waist-deep in the lake, tossing her hair back, laughing at something Jiya said. Her skin gleamed, her curves wet and glistening, that bikini clinging to her like a second skin.

But Aarav?

He wasn’t smiling.

His ears still rang with their voices—

“How the fuck did Aarav pull her?”
“She looks like she’d ride you till your soul leaves your body.”
“That bikini? She might as well be naked.”

And worst of all—


He stared at Meher.

And felt it again.

That burn.


That cold, quiet ache in his chest.

Because they all saw her now

Not just as beautiful.

But as a girl they wanted to fuck.

[Sana4891]

What a update it was... looking forward for this Slow paced Long Burning Story....keep writing ????

[behka]

nice going

[Zoz34]

Thanks

[Zoz34]

What a update it was... looking forward for this Slow paced Long Burning Story....keep writing ????

Thanks ,

[Sana4891]

Waiting for next Update...

[AlexanderMathew]

Waiting for next update

[Zoz34]

On the way back to the barbecue, platter of marinated chicken trembling in his hands,Until now it had been a vague unease jealousy, irritation, something unspoken. But now it had shape. It had a name.Fear.

Fear that Meher was about to leave. That in a week, she'd be surrounded by guys like Kunal and Rocky older, buffer, cockier. Guys who’d fuck without blinking. Guys who wouldn’t mind fucking her if they got a chance.

Jake was wolfing down kebabs, mouth slick with oil, while Jiya giggled beside him, thighs pressed close, her tank top riding dangerously low. A little to the side, sitting on a stone ledge like she was posing for a swimsuit calendar, was .

Meher,His girl.Her bare ass cheeks spread against the sun-warmed stone, tiny bikini strings lost between them, her back arched slightly as she leaned to one side, pretending to scroll. But he knew her too well. The subtle twist of her hips. The way her chest puffed just slightly, pushing the barely-there bikini top higher, almost tipping a nipple free.

Then he noticed something on the metal side table.Jiya’s phone.Screen up. Lighting up from a fresh text.Meher’s name glowed on the notification bar.

Meher to jiya:
kunal’s body is gives me palpation.

His breath caught. Something inside him snapped.She was sitting half-naked her tight, tanned body glistening, thighs parted slightly, strings digging into her skin… and texting her friend about another man’s body?

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Meher was still on the ledge. Phone in her lap now, arms stretched behind her, chest up. Was she… was she posing? Wanting Kunal to notice?Aarav’s grip on the grill tightened. What the fuck was happening?

He didn’t even hear Aayan approaching until he was right beside him.Meher Big brother.Maybe his presence would bring some order to the chaos. Maybe he'd rein in Meher’s teasing and the boys’ constant, hungry stares.


Aayan:Hey, look at the chef. Command Central right here.
Aarav:Do I?
He chuckled, trying to sound normal, though inside he felt like his stitching was coming apart thread by thread.
Aayan:Sure looks like it, Aarav. Did you marinate this chicken yourself?
Aarav: Yup.
He forced a nod, avoiding eye contact. He could barely look up  not with his head swarming with thoughts and his chest tight from jealousy and dread.

Aayan:Nice. Good job, chef.

Aarav nodded again, but his attention was pulled  tugged like a puppet string  toward the poolside. Across the patio, Meher sat on the low wooden ledge, posture straightening just as he looked. Her fingers tangled her wet hair into a loose top knot, arms raised high, showing off the toned curves of her bare back and the delicate sway of her hips. The turquoise bikini strings clung to her damp skin. Her breasts, small and perky, pressed against the thin fabric, flexing slightly as she moved.


Then he noticed movement from the side. Turning, he saw Mahira, Meher’s older sister  and Aayan’s too walking toward the group, smiling as she carried a drink.

Aayan:Well look at that  the Sharma siblings, all together.

Mahira and Meher were now seated together on the same bench, plates balanced on their laps. 

Someone said,Hey, look at this, all the Sharmas together someone ought to take a picture.


Aayan:Aarav, would you take it?

Aarav: Man, I’d love to.

The sisters  Meher, Mahira, and shuffled into frame. Aarav noticed how Meher adjusted the strap of her bikini top, tugged it higher, hiding just a little more of her cleavage. Maybe it was subconscious. Or maybe it was because she felt his eyes on her.Good.

Aayan: “We have time so Meher can put a shirt on?”

Mahira wagged a finger and said sternly: “Oh, don’t you dare. You don’t tell a girl what to wear.” Aayan dropped it with a laugh, but the slight shift in his smile told Aarav everything  the nerves, the weight of expectations, the public performance of ease. 

Aarav:Say cheese.

They did and he fired off several shots of the picture-perfect Sharma siblings, arms looped, sun kissing their faces, eyes twinkling with nostalgia and family pride.

Meher had leaned into Mahira’s shoulder, her smile soft, that tiny curl of lip Aarav always noticed when she wasn’t thinking about who was watching her. He locked that image in his mind.

Mahira:Send me those, Aayan!

Meher:Me too, please!

Aayan: Aarav, you got some good ones?

Aarav: Gold. You’ll love them.

He handed the phone back,Aayan went into the house.Mahira turned to Meher now, her tone catching as the moment suddenly felt heavier.

Mahira: I can’t believe my little sister is going to college next week...

She wrapped her arms around Meher tightly.

Meher:Stop it…


Riya joined them.

Meher:What’s with this?”.grabbing Riya

Mahira:You like it?

Meher: Yeah... I do.

Mahira:made a cartoonish face  puffed cheeks, slow exhale  but then her eyes narrowed slightly.

Riya:Are you ready for this?

Meher: What?

Her voice trembled with confusion. Innocent.
But something shifted in Riya’s tone. Riya stood up slowly.

Loose tee. Obscenely short denim shorts. Flip flops. Her legs gleamed under the soft garden light, thighs thick and oiled from lake water. The baggy T-shirt sagged off one shoulder, showing the neon strap of her bikini.

And then — like she knew exactly what she was doing she peeled the T-shirt off.

Male heads turned, one by one, as if pulled by instinct.A black scorpion tattoo curled up from her shoulder blade, coiled seductively over the top of her toned arm. Sharp. Sleek. Sexy.

Meher'smouth fell open.Her eyes widened.her fingers long, delicate, almost trembling reached out and traced the inky lines of the tattoo. Fingertip on bare skin. Slow. Curious.

Meher: It’s... awesome.

Riya:You think so?

Meher: I really love it.

Breathless. She actually sounded breathless.

Kunal turned and saw it too.

Meher: How much did it cost?

Riya: Like... 10k


Meher: really 

Aarav : a tattoo also suit u

Meher:you think...

Aarav:i know
Meher hugged him.

Riya :“I can’t stand to think of you guys apart.”

Kunal:Apart why?

Riya: she is going to delhi for uni.

Rohit:Oh shit, dude.He sounded honestly shocked, not mocking.Then, suddenly, silence.

.Kunal: Tell me about it.

JAKE:I’m sure you guys will stay together.

He said it in his deep voice  flat, unreadable. Could’ve been sincere. Could’ve been sarcastic. Nobody laughed.

Not even Meher.
KUNAL: Oh yeah. College girls are always faithful to their boyfriends, especially long distance one. Said sarcastica
lly 


Uncomfortable giggle somewhere in the group.Meher’s face twitched.Eyes gleaming.A little wet maybe.I saw her eyes tremble.

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On the way back to the barbecue, platter of marinated chicken trembling in his hands,Until now it had been a vague unease jealousy, irritation, something unspoken. But now it had shape. It had a name.Fear.Fear that Meher was about to leave. That in a week, she'd be surrounded by guys like Kunal and Rocky older, buffer, cockier. Guys who’d fuck without blinking. Guys who wouldn’t mind fucking her if they got a chance.

Jake was wolfing down kebabs, mouth slick with oil, while Jiya giggled beside him, thighs pressed close, her tank top riding dangerously low. A little to the side, sitting on a stone ledge like she was posing for a swimsuit calendar, was .

Meher,His girl.Her bare ass cheeks spread against the sun-warmed stone, tiny bikini strings lost between them, her back arched slightly as she leaned to one side, pretending to scroll. But he knew her too well. The subtle twist of her hips. The way her chest puffed just slightly, pushing the barely-there bikini top higher, almost tipping a nipple free.

Then he noticed something on the metal side table.Jiya’s phone.Screen up. Lighting up from a fresh text.Meher’s name glowed on the notification bar.

Meher to jiya:
kunal’s body is gives me palpation.

His breath caught. Something inside him snapped.She was sitting half-naked her tight, tanned body glistening, thighs parted slightly, strings digging into her skin… and texting her friend about another man’s body?

His gaze darted up.

Meher was still on the ledge. Phone in her lap now, arms stretched behind her, chest up. Was she… was she posing? Wanting Kunal to notice?Aarav’s grip on the grill tightened. What the fuck was happening?

He didn’t even hear Aayan approaching until he was right beside him.Meher Big brother.Maybe his presence would bring some order to the chaos. Maybe he'd rein in Meher’s teasing and the boys’ constant, hungry stares.


Aayan:Hey, look at the chef. Command Central right here.
Aarav:Do I?
He chuckled, trying to sound normal, though inside he felt like his stitching was coming apart thread by thread.
Aayan:Sure looks like it, Aarav. Did you marinate this chicken yourself?
Aarav: Yup.
He forced a nod, avoiding eye contact. He could barely look up — not with his head swarming with thoughts and his chest tight from jealousy and dread.

Aayan:Nice. Good job, chef.

Aarav nodded again, but his attention was pulled — tugged like a puppet string — toward the poolside. Across the patio, Meher sat on the low wooden ledge, posture straightening just as he looked. Her fingers tangled her wet hair into a loose top knot, arms raised high, showing off the toned curves of her bare back and the delicate sway of her hips. The turquoise bikini strings clung to her damp skin. Her breasts, small and perky, pressed against the thin fabric, flexing slightly as she moved.Then he noticed movement from the side. Turning, he saw Mahira, Meher’s older sister and Aayan’s too walking toward the group, smiling as she carried a drink.

Aayan:Well look at that the Sharma siblings, all together.

Mahira and Meher were now seated together on the same bench, plates balanced on their laps. 

Someone said,Hey, look at this, all the Sharmas together someone ought to take a picture.


Aayan:Aarav, would you take it?

Aarav: Man, I’d love to.

The sisters Meher, Mahira, and shuffled into frame. Aarav noticed how Meher adjusted the strap of her bikini top, tugged it higher, hiding just a little more of her cleavage. Maybe it was subconscious. Or maybe it was because she felt his eyes on her.Good.

Aayan: “We have time so Meher can put a shirt on?”

Mahira wagged a finger and said sternly: “Oh, don’t you dare. You don’t tell a girl what to wear.” Aayan dropped it with a laugh, but the slight shift in his smile told Aarav everything — the nerves, the weight of expectations, the public performance of ease. 

Aarav:Say cheese.

They did and he fired off several shots of the picture-perfect Sharma siblings, arms looped, sun kissing their faces, eyes twinkling with nostalgia and family pride.

Meher had leaned into Mahira’s shoulder, her smile soft, that tiny curl of lip Aarav always noticed when she wasn’t thinking about who was watching her. He locked that image in his mind.

Mahira:Send me those, Aayan!

Meher:Me too, please!

Aayan: Aarav, you got some good ones?

Aarav: Gold. You’ll love them.

He handed the phone back,Aayan went into the house.Mahira turned to Meher now, her tone catching as the moment suddenly felt heavier.

Mahira: I can’t believe my little sister is going to college next week...

She wrapped her arms around Meher tightly.

Meher:Stop it…


Riya joined them.

Meher:What’s with this?”.grabbing Riya

Mahira:You like it?

Meher: Yeah... I do.

Mahira:made a cartoonish face puffed cheeks, slow exhale but then her eyes narrowed slightly.

Riya:Are you ready for this?

Meher: What?

Her voice trembled with confusion. Innocent.
But something shifted in Riya’s tone. Riya stood up slowly.

Loose tee. Obscenely short denim shorts. Flip-flops. Her legs gleamed under the soft garden light, thighs thick and oiled from lake water. The baggy T-shirt sagged off one shoulder, showing the neon strap of her bikini.

And then like she knew exactly what she was doing she peeled the T-shirt off.

Male heads turned, one by one, as if pulled by instinct.A black scorpion tattoo curled up from her shoulder blade, coiled seductively over the top of her toned arm. Sharp. Sleek. Sexy.

Meher'smouth fell open.Her eyes widened.her fingers long, delicate, almost trembling reached out and traced the inky lines of the tattoo. Fingertip on bare skin. Slow. Curious.

Meher: It’s... awesome.

Riya:You think so?

Meher: I really love it.

Breathless. She actually sounded breathless.

Kunal turned and saw it too.

Meher: How much did it cost?

Riya: Like... 10k


Meher: really 

Aarav : a tattoo also suit u

Meher:you think...

Aarav:i know
Meher hugged him.

Riya :“I can’t stand to think of you guys apart.”

Kunal:Apart why?

Riya: she is going to delhi for uni.

Rohit:Oh shit, dude.He sounded honestly shocked, not mocking.Then, suddenly, silence.

.Kunal: Tell me about it.

JAKE:I’m sure you guys will stay together.

He said it in his deep voice flat, unreadable. Could’ve been sincere. Could’ve been sarcastic. Nobody laughed.

Not even Meher.
KUNAL: Oh yeah. College girls are always faithful to their boyfriends, especially long distance one. Said sarcastically 



Uncomfortable giggle somewhere in the group.Meher’s face twitched.Eyes gleaming.A little wet maybe.I saw her eyes tremble.



After barbeque,Aarav and Meher walked hand in hand in the shade of the trees, just like they used to. Five years ago wasn’t that far away on a calendar, but it might as well have been another lifetime. Back then, Aayan was the naughty one, splashing around in the lake; Sharma Uncle ,her dad ,at the helm of the boat, laughing and teaching Aarav how to fish. Sharma Uncle had been gone for a while now, but the memory still sat fresh in Aarav’s chest.

Meher: "Why the long face, Aarav?"
Aarav: "Thinking about your dad."

She groaned. "Don’t bum me out."
Aarav:"Sorry. I just… hate that things change."
Meher: "Things are always changing."

Aarav:"Remember how he used to take everyone fishing all day?"

It was risky territory talking about her father but her profile softened, and he caught a small smile. Sunlight reflected off the lake, and though they were shaded, her skin still glowed.

Meher: "Yeah," she sighed, wistful.

He let it drop before nostalgia turned into hurt.
Aarav: "I miss those days."

Meher: "At least you’ll still be in Mumbai. I’m going to be so far away. By myself."
Aarav:"You scared?"

Meher: "Not scared, no."

Aarav: "Excited?"

Meher: "I think so."

Aarav: "You stressed?"

Meher:"Definitely."
Aarav: "Maybe I can come visit."

She didn’t answer right away  just kept looking out at the water.

Meher: "I’ll be home for Diwali."

Aarav just nodded. Truth was, he couldn’t afford random flights to Delhi. 

They sat quietly, watching friends laugh on the shore.

Meher: "Okay," she said, setting her empty plate down. "Can you take my cup too? Kitchen fridge has a pitcher of fruit punch you know, the grey one with the rooster on it?"

Aarav: "Yeah."

Meher: "Refill it for me?"
Aarav: "Is there booze in it?"

Meher: "Aren’t you nosy." 
Aarav: "Fine, 

She passed him her plate and cup.

Aarav: "Don’t eat my burger. Take yours and put it on my plate."

She swapped them with a smirk. Aarav stood, looking down at her sitting in that flossy turquoise bikini, sunlight licking the damp edges of her skin.

Aarav:"I’ll be right back."

Inside, the house felt cooler. He climbed up from the basement door to the kitchen, found the rooster pitcher in the fridge, and for once didn’t check for alcohol.
When he stepped back outside… she wasn’t where he’d left her.
She was farther down the sandy beach.

From behind, she almost looked naked that narrow, tanned back, ridged with faint muscle, the pale curve of her hips exposed, only a thin turquoise string disappearing between her cheeks and looping low around her waist.

And in his spot was Rocky Thakur.
Hat turned backward, curls spilling out, Rocky was leaning in — saying something that made her laugh hard enough to hide her mouth with her hand, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

Her bikini top shifted just enough in the movement that Aarav saw the faint, tight bud of her nipple pressing against the turquoise triangle.Aarav’s fingers tightened around the handle of the pitcher.
Rocky leaned closer. She didn’t lean away.


When Aarav handed Meher her plate, he didn’t say a word. He was mad, and she could probably tell.

Meher:"Thanks."

Rocky:"Where’s mine, dude?"

Aarav ignored him completely, eyes still on Meher.

Aarav: "You don’t want to sit in the shade anymore?"

Meher:"I came down into the sun," she said lightly.

The plate with both their burgers was on the sand beside her, tilted where the edge had sunk into the beach. A sprinkle of sand clung to the rim.

Rocky was right next to her  too close  his bare feet almost brushing hers. He sat with his knees pulled up, muscular arms looped around them, one veiny hand gripping the opposite wrist like he owned the space.

Aarav:"You pass my burger?" He set himself down in front of Meher, back to the water, making sure he was just as close to her as Rocky was.

Meher: "Yup," she said cheerfully, twisting at the waist to grab the other plate.

The twist pulled her taut tummy into view  ribs shifting beneath bronzed skin  the string of her bikini bottom dipping loose across her hipbone, leaving just enough of a gap that if someone looked at the right angle…

Aarav didn’t miss Rocky’s glance. The guy’s eyes slid down, shamelessly, straight into that gap.

Meher got onto her knees, sand sticking to the sheen of her thighs, and handed Aarav his burger with a little wriggly mouth face.

Meher:"Sorry about the sand."

Aarav: "It’s fine."

They swapped burgers, and she sat back on her heels, feet tucked under her nearly bare bottom, thong string vanishing between the round curves.

Rocky: "You’re gonna miss food like this at University "

Aarav"I’m staying in Mumbai. With my parents."

Rocky (to Meher): "You?"

Meher:"Got into St. Stephen’s."

Rocky: "Delhi… so you’re gonna commit to that college life."

Meher: "I am," she said confidently  but Aarav caught the tiny flicker of nerves in her face.

Rocky: "I think someone’s looking forward to a little freedom, far from home. You should check out this place in Delhi"

Meher: "You studied there, right? You’d know all the spots."

Rocky:"I know all the pleasure points."

She giggled. Aarav’s jaw tightened.

Aarav"What’s that? Pleasure points?"
Meher: "Part of the university experience."

Rocky: "I’m well known there."

Aarav: "I thought that area was dangerous for outsiders."

Rocky: "Trust me, they’ll love you."
He looked her over again  openly.

Meher:"Shut up."

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Rocky: "No, seriously. Call me when you’re there. I’ll hook you up with some guys who’ll be good to you."

She didn’t answer. Instead, she set her burger down in the sand, turned away, and crawled toward her bag.

The view she gave them both was indecent  thong wedged high, the sun warm on the pale curves of her ass, making her look almost naked.

She dug in her bag and pulled out her phone.

Aarav’s eyes darted to Rocky  the bastard was watching her like a hawk.

She returned, kneeling again, and passed her phone to Rocky so he could type in his number. His large hands dwarfed the device, fingers moving slow, deliberate.

Aarav:"You really that into that?
She didn’t even glance at him. Her eyes stayed on Rocky’s hands.

Meher:"I don’t know I think so."

Something burned up Aarav’s throat jealousy, anger, humiliation all mixing into something far hotter than just rage.


Rocky leaned back ,smirk tugging at his lips.
Rocky: "You know… this place has a story. They say a girl drowned here years ago. People still see her walking the shore at night."

Aaravsnorted, popping open a beer.
Aarav: "Bro, please. Every lake in India has a drowned-girl story. Next you’ll tell me she wants revenge."

Meher giggled, tucking her knees up.
Meher: "No, no… let him finish. I wanna hear this  bhootni tale."

Rockys gaze lingered on her bare shoulders a second too long before he went on.
Rocky:"I’m serious. I saw her last summer—white saree, wet hair, just… staring."

Aarav:And then you woke up?"

Meher:laughing "Your ghost is total bullshit."

Rocky: "Wanna bet?"

Meher:"Bet… that you saw a ghost? How do we prove that?"

Rocky: "No, bet that she’s real. We’ll walk to the far dock after midnight. Loser has to streak across the beach."

Meher’s eyes went wide, mock-offended.
Meher:"In front of our friends? No way."

Rocky: "Nothing they haven’t imagined already." His eyes dipped briefly, deliberately, toward her chest.

Meher: "Gross. Not my friends. Maybe when I was eight."

Rocky:"Aw, so someone’s shy? You’re already in half a bikini, what’s a little less cloth?"
Meher:
smirking back, taking a bite of her burger* "And you’re not shy?"

Rocky: "Fear just stops people from having fun."

Meher: (eyes down on her burger, voice low)"Easy for you to say…"

Rocky:"Why’s that?"

Meher, glanced up, mischief in her smile.
Meher:"Because aren’t you supposed to have, like… a really big one?"

Rocky erupted in laughter, but Aarav’s jaw clenched, eyes narrowing on Rocky  and on the way Rocky’s smirk only deepened.




Aarav bent forward like someone had socked him in the gut, shoving his hands into his shorts pockets. Rocky threw his head back, laughing loud, his broad shoulders bunching up. Meher giggled too, then caught Aarav staring. She crinkled her nose.

Meher: "What? Why you looking like that?"

Aarav: "Why you will say like that?
Meher: "Like what?" She tilted her head, eyes glancing up, then back at him, pretending innocence.

Rocky: "He means how you will even know?"

Meher: "Ohh…" She laughed lightly, rolled her eyes, then sat back on her heels, taking another small bite of her burger. She leaned to one side, knees drawn up, her hand with the burger resting on her thigh.
Meher:"Girls talk, yaar."

Rocky:"I bet they do."

Aarav: "I’m hoping you don’t." His voice was too parental, even to his own ears.

Meher: "Please. Like you boys don’t talk 'which girl is easy’ and all that."

Rocky laughed again, letting handfuls of sand run between his fingers.
Rocky:"So what about you? You easy?"

Her jaw dropped in mock outrage, but she smiled through it.
Meher:"How dare you. You know I’m not like that."

Rocky: "Yeah, yeah. Your brother says you’re a good girl. You’re not on that list."

Meher: "Thank you." She lifted her burger again.

Rocky: "You want to be?"

That froze her mid-bite. She burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her wrist so she wouldn’t choke, shoulders shaking.

Aarav: "Easy, boss."

Rocky:grinning without looking at him
"Relax, just joking." His eyes were fixed on her, following the way her bikini strap had slid a little over her shoulder as she laughed.

Meher,still smiling, looked down at her burger, voice lower now.
Meher:"You wish."

Rocky didn’t reply just kept that knowing half-smile, as if silently agreeing. Aarav could feel the heat rise in his chest, that same burning, borderless anger from before.