Clever Companion(Real): Meet->Marriage->Suspicion->Investigator->Multiple Affairs

[ashuezy2]

This is based on a real story of a couple living in South Delhi.
Names have been changed but the conversations are real and based on actual events.
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I do take 2-3 posts to build the story. So please be patient.

Act 1- Meet
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Location: Haldiram's, South Delhi.

The air is thick with the scent of spices and excited chatter. Raj, a man in his late twenties, sits somewhat stiffly with his parents. Across the table, Kavita, radiating a confident warmth, sits with hers. Her red salwar kameez accentuates her generous figure, drawing Raj’s gaze almost immediately to her prominent chest. She catches his eye and offers a soft, knowing smile.

Kavita’s Mother: "So, Raj beta, what do you do?"
Raj’s Father: "He's a software engineer, working for a big MNC. Very good package."
Kavita: (Leaning slightly forward, her smile widening just for Raj) "Oh, a software engineer! That's impressive. Long hours, I hear?"
Raj: (Feeling a blush creep up his neck, but unable to tear his eyes away from her) "Sometimes. But I enjoy it. It's challenging."
Kavita: "I can imagine. You must be very focused. Unlike some of us who just drift through life, right, Mummy?" (She winks playfully at her mother, then back at Raj.)
Kavita’s Mother: "Kavita! Don't be silly. She's a good girl, very artistic. Loves painting."
Raj’s Mother: "That's lovely! A creative mind. So different from our Raj, all numbers and logic."
Kavita: (Her voice dropping to a slightly husky whisper, meant only for Raj) "But sometimes, even logic needs a little... art, don't you think? To make things interesting?"
Raj: (His mouth suddenly a little dry) "Uh, yes. I suppose so."
A comfortable silence falls, but it's charged with an unspoken current between Raj and Kavita. Raj finds himself completely captivated. He'd come to this meeting with a checklist: good family, well-educated, decent looks. But Kavita was shattering that list with every glance, every subtle shift of her body. Her large, inviting breasts were a constant, mesmerizing presence beneath her outfit. He'd never seen a woman so effortlessly alluring, so openly aware of her own power.
Kavita’s Father: "So, Raj, any hobbies? Besides work, of course."
Raj: (Still reeling from Kavita's earlier remark, he struggles to regain his composure) "I… I like to read. And sometimes, I go for long drives."
Kavita: (Her eyes sparkling, a hint of playful mischief in them) "Long drives? Alone? Such a shame. Sometimes, the best journeys are shared, don't you agree? Especially when you have someone to... appreciate the scenery with." She gestures subtly with her hand, a movement that draws his eye down to her chest again.
Raj: (He swallows hard, a sudden warmth spreading through him. This wasn't just flirting; it felt like a direct invitation. He felt a primal pull he hadn't experienced before.) "Yes. Yes, I definitely agree."
Raj’s Mother: "Kavita, tell us more about your painting. What kind of art do you create?"
Kavita: "Oh, I mostly do abstracts. Lots of colors, lots of... expression. Sometimes, they're quite intense. Like emotions that can't be held back." She glances at Raj, a knowing glint in her eyes, as if sharing a secret only with him.
Raj felt a tremor go through him. She wasn't just talking about art; she was talking about desire, about passion. He saw it in her eyes, felt it in the way she leaned towards him, the subtle sway of her body. He had always been drawn to beauty, but Kavita was more than beautiful. She was intoxicating. Her confidence, her playful assertiveness, and the undeniable allure of her figure were a potent cocktail.
Raj: (Trying to sound casual, but his voice betraying his eagerness) "I'd... I'd love to see some of your work sometime."
Kavita: (A slow, deliberate smile spreading across her lips) "Oh, I'd be delighted to show you, Raj. Perhaps... in a more private setting? Where we can really appreciate the nuances."
Raj's heart pounded. He knew, with an absolute certainty, that he wanted this woman. He wanted her charm, her wit, her blatant sensuality. He wanted those curves, that confident gaze. He wanted everything she was silently offering. All his previous criteria for a wife seemed to vanish, replaced by an overwhelming, almost carnal, desire for Kavita. It felt like she had cast a spell, drawing him into her orbit with an effortless grace that was both thrilling and a little terrifying. This was it. This was the woman he was going to marry.
Raj’s Father: "Well, it seems like these two are getting along quite well!"
Kavita’s Mother: "Indeed! They have a good connection."
Raj could only nod, his gaze still fixed on Kavita, who was now subtly biting her lower lip, a gesture that sent a jolt of pure desire through him. He was completely hooked. His future, he felt, was laid out before him, wrapped in the intoxicating presence of Kavita.

Kavita: "Raj... could we maybe talk for a few minutes? Just the two of us?"
Raj: (Startled, but pleased) "Of course. Where?"
Kavita: (Smiling and addressing the table) "Uncle, Aunty... would you mind if Raj and I just sat at that table over there for a little while? There are a few things I'd like to ask him... you know, about the future."
Raj's Mother: "Oh, of course, beta! Please, go ahead. It's important you two get to know each other properly."
Kavita’s Father: "Yes, yes. Take your time."
Kavita stands, and as she does, she makes a point of smoothing down her kameez over her hips. She leads him to a small, slightly more secluded two-person table near a window. The moment they sit, the atmosphere shifts, becoming intensely intimate.
Raj: "So... what did you want to ask?"
Kavita: (She leans forward, resting her elbows on the table, which pushes her breasts up, making her cleavage even more pronounced) "Is this okay? Being away from them? I just feel... it’s hard to be honest with everyone watching."
Raj: "No, it's fine. It's better, actually. So... the future?"
Kavita: "Yes. The future. (She looks directly into his eyes, her gaze unwavering). Tell me, Raj, are you an adventurous person? Or do you prefer... routine?"
Raj: "I guess I've always been more of a routine person. Work, home... it’s stable."
Kavita: "Stability is good. It’s safe. But don't you ever crave something... unexpected? A little excitement? A surprise that makes your heart beat faster?"
Raj: "I... I haven't really thought about it."
Kavita: (She lets out a soft, breathy laugh. She reaches across the table and lightly touches the back of his hand with her fingertips, sending a spark up his arm). "Maybe you just haven't had the right person to inspire a little adventure in you."
Raj: (His voice is a bit hoarse) "Maybe."
Kavita: "For example... that long drive you mentioned. Where would you go? If you could go anywhere, with no map, no destination... just driving."
Raj: "I suppose... up to the mountains. Shimla, maybe."
Kavita: "Mmm, the mountains. (She draws her hand back and traces an invisible pattern on the table). I can picture it. The winding roads... getting a little lost. Stopping at a small, quiet place for the night. Just the two of you. No phones, no distractions... just... connection."
She says the last word with such intensity that Raj feels it in his gut. Her words are painting a picture that is far more intimate than a simple road trip.
Raj: "That sounds... nice."
Kavita: "Nice? (She tilts her head, a playful pout on her lips). Just nice? I was hoping for something more like... thrilling. Or... intoxicating."
Raj: (Feeling bolder) "Okay. It sounds thrilling."
Kavita: (Her smile returns, triumphant and warm. She subtly adjusts her position, her knee brushing against his under the table). "Good. Because I don't believe in a 'nice' life, Raj. I believe in a passionate one. In waking up every day feeling... alive. Full of... energy."
Raj: "I think I want that too."
Kavita: "Do you? (She leans in even closer, her scent—something uniquely her—enveloping him). Because passion isn't just about big adventures. It's in the small moments too. The stolen glances across a room. A secret touch under the table..." (Her knee presses more firmly against his). "The anticipation of what comes later, when you're finally alone."
Raj: (He can barely breathe. His entire world has shrunk to this small table, to her intoxicating presence). "Kavita..."
Kavita: "I just wanted to be sure, Raj. I can't be with a man who is afraid to feel. To want things. To take them. (She looks down at her own chest, then back at him). I am a woman who has a lot to... give. And I need a man who isn't afraid to receive it all."
Raj: (Finding his voice, now filled with a conviction that surprises even him) "I'm not afraid."
Kavita: (Her eyes darken with a promise that makes his pulse race). "I'm glad to hear that. Because looking at you, Raj... I feel like we could create a lot of... art together. Something very... intense. And very, very beautiful."
She finally leans back, the spell momentarily broken, but the effect lingers. She gives him a final, devastatingly sweet smile.
Kavita: "Should we go back? I think our parents will start to wonder what we've been planning."
Raj: (He can only manage a nod, his mind reeling). "Yes. We should."
As they stand up to walk back, he feels as though a binding agreement has been made, one that had nothing to do with their families and everything to do with the raw, unspoken promises they had just made to each other.

To be Continued..

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Any encouragement for next Scenes ?

[Yuva16]

Good introduction.. please proceed with your story telling

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Act 1.2 - Courtship
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One week Later.

The ring of a phone cuts through a quiet afternoon.

Raj: "Hello?"

Kavita: "Raj. It's Kavita."

Raj: "Kavita! Hi. I was... I was just thinking about you."

Kavita: "Were you? Good. What were you thinking?"

Raj: "Uh... just about our conversation. At Haldiram's."

Kavita: (A low chuckle) "That wasn't a conversation, Raj. That was a... promise. Are you free this Saturday?"

Raj: "Saturday? Yes, I think so. Why?"

Kavita: "I want to see you. I'm tired of talking on the phone. Let's go out. Be ready at 4:30 PM. I'll pick you up from outside your colony gate. Don't be late."

Raj: "You'll pick me up? Where are we going?"

Kavita: "That's part of the adventure, isn't it? Just be there. Wear something casual. And Raj?"

Raj: "Yes?"

Kavita: "Don't keep me waiting."

(The line goes dead. Fast forward to Saturday. A sleek Honda City pulls up to the gate. Raj gets into the passenger seat. Kavita is wearing a simple, tight-fitting black top and jeans. She smiles at him as she pulls away from the curb, navigating the Delhi traffic with an easy confidence.)

Raj: "Wow. You drive very well."

Kavita: (Glancing at him with a smirk, her eyes glinting with mischief) "Baby, I'm good at a lot of things. You just haven't discovered most of them yet."

Raj: (Laughing, feeling a warmth spread through his chest) "I'm beginning to realize that."

Kavita: "Good. Keep realizing."

(She keeps one hand on the steering wheel. With the other, she suddenly reaches over, takes his right hand, and firmly places it on her left breast. Her heart is beating steadily beneath his palm. The fabric of her top is thin, and he can feel the soft, heavy fullness of her.)

Kavita: "Feel this, Raj. Go on, don't be shy. Squeeze it. Do you like it?"

Raj: (His breath hitches. He gives a gentle, hesitant squeeze. His voice is a whisper.) "Kavita... yes. God, yes. It's... perfect."

Kavita: (She lets out a throaty, satisfied laugh, her eyes fixed on the road ahead). "I know. Keep your hand there. I like feeling you touch me while I drive."

(They drive in charged silence for a few more minutes, Raj’s hand remaining on her breast. They eventually enter the multi-level parking at Connaught Place. Kavita finds a secluded spot in a far corner, away from other cars, and kills the engine.)

Kavita: (Turning to him, her face now serious, her eyes dark with intent) "Okay. Your turn."

Raj: "My turn for what?"

Kavita: "Raj. Open your pant's zip."

Raj: "What? Here?"

Kavita: "Yes, here. Now. Don't make me ask again."

(Hesitantly, his fingers trembling, Raj unbuckles his belt and pulls down the zipper of his jeans. The sound is loud in the quiet car. Before he can even process it, Kavita's hand is there, warm and sure, slipping inside his boxers.)

Raj: "Oh... fuck... Kavita..."

(She gently draws his semi-erect penis out into the cool air of the car. Her fingers wrap around his shaft.)

Kavita: "Shhh. Just relax."

(She begins to stroke him, slowly, deliberately, watching his face. Her touch is expert, and he's fully hard in seconds.)

Kavita: (Looking down at him in her hand, then back to Raj's face) "Mmm, very nice. Perfect size to play with."

(Without another word, she unbuckles her seatbelt, leans over his lap, and puts her head down. Her warm, wet mouth envelops the head of his penis.)

Raj: (A sharp gasp escapes his lips as he throws his head back against the seat) "Oh, God! Kavita! What are you... ohhh..."

(She begins to suck him, her tongue working magic, her lips creating a perfect seal. She moves her head up and down his length, her hair brushing against his thighs. After a moment, she pulls back slightly, looking up at his face, his penis still glistening in her mouth. A dirty, triumphant smile plays on her lips.)

Raj: (Panting, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and pure ecstasy) "You're... incredible..."

Kavita: (Her voice a muffled, wet whisper around him) "I told you I was good at things. Now listen to me, Raj. I can feel you're getting close. Don't pull away. You can ejaculate in my mouth, don't worry. I'll swallow every drop. Give it all to me."

Raj: (His mind is short-circuiting. The sight of her, the feel of her, her words... it's too much.) "Are you... are you sure? I'm... I'm going to... oh,  Kavita!"

(He groans loudly, his body convulsing as he releases deep inside her throat. She doesn't flinch, taking all of him, swallowing audibly before pulling away, her lips wet and glistening. She licks them clean as she sits back up in her seat, looking completely unfazed.)

Kavita: (She adjusts her top, then turns the key in the ignition, the engine purring back to life. She glances at him, his mind still blown, his body still tingling.)

Kavita: "See? I told you I'd show you adventure."

(Raj just stared at her, completely and utterly impressed, a deep sense of awe mixing with his lust. He thought this was the peak of excitement, but he had no idea what was truly about to come.)

To be Continued..

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Act 1.3 Kundli Matching
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The living room in Raj's house is filled with a formal, expectant silence. Tea has been served. Raj and Kavita sit side-by-side on a sofa, a respectable distance between them. Raj’s parents and Kavita’s parents sit opposite, their eyes fixed on the elderly Pandit Ji, who is poring over two astrological charts under the soft light of a lamp.

Raj’s Father: "So, Pandit Ji? Is everything alright? The children seem to like each other very much."

Pandit Ji: (Without looking up, he holds up a hand for silence. He squints at Kavita’s chart, humming to himself.) "Hmm... very interesting. Very powerful."

Kavita’s Mother: (Nervously) "Powerful is good, right, Pandit Ji?"

Pandit Ji: (Finally looking up at the family, his eyes lingering on Kavita for a moment) "Powerful is... a force of nature. It can be a great blessing. The girl's chart is dominated by a very strong Venus. This gives her a magnetic personality, a deep appreciation for beauty, and... a very strong capacity for pleasure."

(Kavita shifts slightly, a ghost of a smile on her lips. She glances at Raj, whose face remains impassive, though he avoids her gaze.)

Pandit Ji: "And her eighth house... the house of secrets, of hidden matters, and of deep physical union... it is also extremely strong. This means she is a woman of intense, profound emotions. There is a depth to her that is not easily seen on the surface."

Raj’s Mother: "She is a very sweet girl. We can see that."

Pandit Ji: (Nodding slowly, but his eyes return to the chart) "Yes, but there is one more thing... a certain planetary combination that... well..." (He stops, clears his throat, and sets Kavita’s chart aside.) "Let us look at the boy's chart now."

Kavita: "Please, Pandit Ji. Don't stop on my account. What is this... certain combination? I'm not afraid of the truth."

Pandit Ji: (Looks at her, slightly taken aback by her directness) "It is not a matter of fear, beti. It is a matter of understanding. We will come back to it. Now, the boy."

(He picks up Raj’s chart.)

Pandit Ji: "A very different energy. His chart is blessed by a very strong Jupiter. This makes him a man of wisdom, of generosity. He has a naturally calm and forgiving spirit. A very gentle soul."

Raj's Father: "He has always been a calm boy. Never gets into fights."

Pandit Ji: "Exactly. His Mars, the planet of aggression and confrontation, is gentle. He is non-confrontational by nature. He seeks peace, not conflict. He is a man who will absorb negativity and give back kindness."

Kavita's Father: "So, Pandit Ji, what is the conclusion? Are they a good match? Will they be happy together?"

Pandit Ji: (He sighs, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. He places the two charts side-by-side.) "To be honest with you... their charts are very interesting."

Raj’s Father: "Please, Pandit Ji, speak freely. We like Kavita very much, we just want to finalize the relationship."

Pandit Ji: (Pointing at Kavita's chart) "Look, the girl’s chart has a conjunction of Venus and Rahu, which makes her extremely attractive and passionate. Her eighth house is also very strong. This means the girl has deep-seated emotions, and sometimes... her desires may be difficult to control."

Kavita’s Mother: (Nervously) "Pandit Ji, are you saying my daughter is... mischievous?"

Pandit Ji: (Smiling calmly) "No, no, not mischievous. But this combination makes her intensely romantic. She will desire a great deal of love and affection. There is nothing wrong with that, but it requires a deep understanding from her partner to manage this relationship."

Kavita: "Is a desire for a great deal of love a problem, Pandit Ji? I thought that was the entire point of marriage."

(Raj looks at her, a silent plea in his eyes for her to be quiet, but she just gives him a slow, deliberate wink when the parents aren't looking.)

Pandit Ji: (Turning to Raj’s chart) "Now look at the groom's chart. Pisces ascendant, with the Moon in the ascendant, and an exalted Jupiter. He is an exceptionally kind, calm, and forgiving person. His Mars is weak, so he stays away from fights and arguments. His Saturn is also exalted, which gives him a great karmic understanding."

Kavita’s Father: "So... will they be happy together?"

Pandit Ji: "There will be happiness, but this will be a... spiritual marriage. Do you understand? The girl has an emotional storm inside her, and the boy is as calm as the ocean. If he can use his peace and kindness to understand her, the relationship will last. But... this relationship has many ‘testing karmas’."

Raj’s Mother: (Worried) "Testing karmas? What does that mean?"

Pandit Ji: "It means there will be challenges in the marriage. The girl will need an extraordinary amount of love and attention. Sometimes... she might even find herself drawn towards people outside the marriage."

(A heavy silence falls over the room. Kavita’s parents look mortified. Raj’s mother looks pale.)

Kavita: (Her voice is light, almost amused, cutting through the tension) "Drawn towards people? Well, it's always nice to be admired. A woman likes to know she is still beautiful, doesn't she? But what matters is who you come home to. Right, Raj?"

(She places her hand on Raj's knee under the table, a possessive, almost challenging gesture. Raj flinches but doesn't remove her hand.)

Kavita’s Father: (Concerned, his voice soft) "Pandit Ji, you are saying all this in front of everyone. Should we... should we break this alliance?"

Pandit Ji: (Raising his hand in a blessing) "Arre, no! The purpose of astrology is not to break things, but to understand them. These planetary positions are a warning, to tell you that after the wedding, the girl will need more love and security. The boy is very understanding. If both families support this relationship with love, it can become an exemplary marriage. But it will not be easy."

Raj: (His voice is soft, but firm. He finally looks at Kavita, a gentle smile on his face.) "Pandit Ji, I believe that everything is a gift from God. If she has some... excess of emotion, then I will help her understand it with my love. I am not worried."

Pandit Ji: (Pleased) "Shabash, beta! Spoken like a true man with an exalted Jupiter. Your soul is very pure according to your chart. For you, this marriage will be a form of tapasya—a penance or spiritual practice."

Kavita: (Leaning slightly towards Raj, her voice a seductive whisper only he can hear) "A penance? I'll make sure it's a very, very sweet one, Raj."

Pandit Ji: "And the girl, in time, will be changed by your calmness."

Kavita’s Mother: (Relieved) "So, Pandit Ji, should we finalize the alliance?"

Pandit Ji: "Finalize it. But give me one promise—that after the wedding, you will never fall short in understanding and loving each other. And we will perform a Shanti Path before the wedding, to reduce the influence of Rahu."

Pandit gave them the nod but he didn't mentioned that one thing Kavita's Afflicted 7th House (Marriage & Partnerships) which was Malefics like Rahu, Ketu, or Mars in the 7th can indicate unusual or turbulent marital life, which may push one toward seeking love outside marriage.

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Act 1.4 Affair Before Marriage
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Part 1 - The Apartment

(Raj is sitting on his sofa, his laptop balanced on his knees, typing furiously. Kavita walks in, wearing a beautiful dress. She stands in front of him for a full minute, but he doesn't look up.)

Kavita: (Sighing loudly) "Raj, can you even look at me for a second? Our wedding is one month away, and this is what you're like?"

Raj: (A tired smile, his eyes still on the screen) "Sorry, Kavita. Just let me finish these deadlines, and then I'll be all yours. I just have to deliver this one project."

Kavita: (Crossing her arms) "Project... project... Am I less important than your project? We are about to get married, and I feel like I'm not a priority in your life at all."

Raj: (He stops typing and rubs his forehead, finally looking at her.) "Kavita, please don't say that. You are my whole world. It's just... a lot of work right now. I'll manage everything. Trust me."

Kavita: "Trust you? Raj, I dressed up for you. I thought we could go out. Or even stay in. I don't care. I just want... you. Not the five minutes you can spare between emails."

Raj: "I know, and I'm sorry. I promise, after this week, it will all be different. We'll go on that long drive we talked about."

Kavita: "I don't want to wait a week to feel like your fiancée. I want to feel it now. Don't you want me, Raj? Look at me. Don't you feel anything?"

Raj: "Of course I do. You're beautiful. But Kavita, I have to be practical. This promotion depends on this project."

Kavita: (Her voice drops, becoming cold and quiet) "Fine. Be practical. But don't be surprised when your practicality leaves you with a very, very lonely bed."

(She turns and walks out of the room, leaving Raj staring after her, a look of helpless frustration on his face.)

Part 2 - The Phone Call

(Kavita is in her bedroom, pacing back and forth, phone pressed to her ear.)

Meera: "Hey Kavita, relax. Guys get a little busy before the wedding. It's normal. Why are you taking so much tension?"

Kavita: "Meera, it's not about him being busy. I feel like Raj doesn't understand me at all. I am craving his attention, I want him to be with me, but he's just drowned in his work. I... I feel like I need someone else who gets me."

Meera: (A short pause) "Whoa, Kavi. What are you saying... are you thinking of talking to someone else?"

Kavita: "Just talking... someone who understands... Raj is so calm, so gentle. But sometimes I feel like he doesn't even sense the fire inside me. He doesn't feel me at all."

Meera: "Kavita, he's a good guy. He's stable, he loves you."

Kavita: "He's a calm sea, Meera. And I'm a storm. The pandit was right. I want passion. I want intensity. I want someone to look at me and want to devour me, not schedule me in after a project deadline. His kindness feels... boring. It feels like he's trying to tame me."

Meera: "Be careful, Kavi. You're getting married in a month. Don't do anything stupid."

Kavita: "Being desired isn't stupid, Meera. Being ignored is."

Part 3 - The Coffee Shop & The Theatre

(The next evening. Kavita is at a bustling coffee shop with Arjun, a charming, handsome colleague. He leans forward, his eyes locked on hers, listening intently.)

Arjun: "Kavita, honestly, you deserve someone who gives you their complete attention. If this is how he is before the wedding, what's it going to be like after?"

Kavita: (She bites her lip, a thrill running through her. It’s not just his words, but the way he’s looking at her.) "Maybe you're right... I feel like maybe someone else is meant to understand me."

Arjun: "I understand you. I see you in the office. I see the energy you have. That passion shouldn't be wasted on someone staring at a laptop screen."

Kavita: "Really? You understand?"

Arjun: (Scoffs softly) "Practicality is the death of passion. You, Kavita, are all color and fire."

Kavita: (A genuine smile for the first time in days) "You really see that?"

Arjun: "I'd have to be blind not to. In fact...What do you say we be impractical right now?"

Kavita: "What do you mean?"

Arjun: "I mean, let's not go back to the office. Let's do something... spontaneous. There's a movie playing just around the corner. Let's go."

Kavita: (Her heart begins to pound) "Skip work? And go to a movie?"

Arjun: (Leaning in closer, his voice a low whisper) "Yeah. Let's go sit in the dark for a couple of hours."

(The scene shifts. They are in a dark movie theatre, sitting in the third row. The screen casts flickering shadows on their faces. Arjun's arm is resting on the back of Kavita's chair.)

Arjun: "Your skin is so soft. Softer than I imagined."

Kavita: (Whispering back, her voice trembling slightly) "Arjun..."

Arjun: "Shhh. We're just watching a movie. Tell me to stop if you want me to."

(His fingers lightly trace her collarbone, then dip lower. He unfastens the top button of her blouse.)

Kavita: (A soft gasp) "Someone might see..."

Arjun: "No one is looking at us. They're all looking at the screen. But I can't take my eyes off you."

(He unfastens another button. His hand slides inside, his palm flat against her warm skin, just above her bra.)

Arjun: "Your heart is racing. I can feel it. Do I make you nervous?"

Kavita: "Yes... no... I don't know... just... don't stop."

Arjun: "I wasn't planning on it."

(His fingers find the clasp of her bra at the front. With a soft click, it comes undone. He pushes the fabric of her blouse and bra aside, exposing her breast to the cool, dark air.)

Kavita: (A sharp intake of breath) "Oh..."

Arjun: "Perfect. Even more beautiful than I imagined."

(He leans in, his face close to hers, his breath warm on her cheek.)

Arjun: "I'm going to kiss you now, Kavita. Not your lips. Not yet."

(He lowers his head, his lips brushing against the swell of her breast. He kisses the soft skin gently, then his mouth moves with purpose towards her nipple.)

Kavita: (A low moan escapes her lips, and she grips the armrest) "Arjun... please..."

Arjun: "Please what? Please stop? Or please continue?"

Kavita: "Stop talking and take me..."

Arjun: "Okay..."

(He takes her nipple into his mouth. His tongue licks and teases before he begins to suck, gently at first, then with a growing, hungry intensity. Kavita's head falls back against the seat, her eyes squeezed shut.)

Kavita: "Mmmm... fuck... yes... just like that..."

Arjun: (Pulling away for a second, his voice a hoarse whisper against her wet skin) "You like that? You like being devoured right here in public?"

Kavita: "Yes... I love it... More..."

Arjun: "Your fiancé... does he do this for you? Does he worship you like this?"

Kavita: (A bitter, breathless laugh) "He... checks his emails..."

Arjun: "Forget him. He doesn't exist right now. It's just you and me. And this lovely, hard little nipple."

(He takes her back into his mouth, sucking harder this time, his other hand moving to her other breast, kneading it through her blouse.)

Kavita: (Moaning louder now, not caring who hears) "Oh God, Arjun... I'm getting so wet... Don't stop... please don't stop..."

Arjun: "I want to hear you. I want to taste you. I want to feel every part of that fire he's so afraid of. This is just the beginning, Kavita. I'm going to make you forget your own name."

Kavita: Oh... Arjun. You know how to love me.

To be Continued..

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Act 2 - Marriage
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(The soft hum of Kavita’s Honda City filled the silent road. Her phone was on the dashboard, lit up with reminders: Bridal spa – 10 AM, Wedding Mandap – 6 PM. Inside her head, thoughts clashed.)

Kavita (to herself): "Raj… he’s so calm, so kind. I love him. But why do I feel like this? Why do I crave this other fire inside me? Why does his peace feel like a cage?"

(Her fingers trembled as she tapped Arjun’s name.)

Kavita (on call, whispering): "Arjun… main… main tumse milna chahti hoon. Aaj. (Arjun... I... I want to meet you. Today.)"

(There was silence, then a deep chuckle from the other end.)

Arjun: "Kavita, aaj tumhari shaadi hai. (Kavita, it's your wedding day today.)"

Kavita: "Bas ek baar… mujhe tumhari zarurat hai. (Just once... I need you.)"

(Fifteen minutes later, Kavita’s car pulled into the discreet basement of a luxury hotel. She wore sunglasses and a scarf over her head, her heartbeat echoing in her ears. Arjun stood waiting in a crisp shirt, leaning casually by the elevator. His eyes lit up as he saw her.)

Arjun (smiling): "Tum pagal ho. Dulhan banne wali ho, aur mere paas aa gayi. (You're crazy. You're about to be a bride, and you came to me.)"

Kavita (voice breaking): "Mujhe nahi pata… main bas… tumhare bina apne aap ko adhura mehsoos karti hoon. (I don't know... I just... I feel incomplete without you.)"

(He said nothing, simply taking her hand and leading her into the elevator. The silence was thick with anticipation. In the hotel room, the curtains were drawn, casting the space in a dim, intimate light. He closed the door behind them, the soft click sealing them off from the world.)

Arjun (whispering): "Tum bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho, Kavita. (You're looking so beautiful, Kavita.)"

Kavita: "Arjun, idhaar aao mere pass… par main apne aap ko rok nahi pa rahi hoon. (Arjun, come here to me... I can't stop myself.)"

(He moved toward her, and she sank into his embrace, her body molding against his. For a moment, she forgot about mandaps, rituals, and family. It was just fire meeting fire. He kissed her then, not gently, but with a claiming, hungry force that she met with equal desperation.)

Arjun (against her lips): "Last taste of freedom, my beautiful bride? Or the first taste of your real life?"

Kavita: "Just... shut up and kiss me."

(His hands roamed her body, finding the zipper of her dress. He pulled it down slowly, deliberately, savoring the moment. The dress pooled around her feet, leaving her in simple, elegant lingerie.)

Arjun: "Even your underwear is white. Like a pure, innocent bride."

Kavita: "Take it off me. I don't want to be pure. I want to be yours."

Arjun: "Oh, you are. For the next hour, you are completely mine. He gets the wife. I get the woman."

(He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, his eyes devouring her big bare breasts of size 34E. He knelt before her, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, just as he had in the theatre. Kavita cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair.)

Arjun: "So big and round, wonderful shape and so soft, they are now mine."

Kavita: "Fuck... Arjun... yes..."

(His hands slid her panties down her thighs, and she stepped out of them. She stood before him, completely naked. He remained kneeling, looking up at her, his gaze a mix of worship and possession.)

Arjun: "Perfect. Now it's my turn."

(He stood and stripped off his own clothes with an urgent efficiency, his hard cock of size 8 inches springing free. He was beautiful, powerful, the physical embodiment of the storm she felt inside. She didn't wait. She pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him.)

Kavita: "I need to feel you inside me. Now."

Arjun: "Impatient, aren't we? The groom can wait. I want to play with my favorite toy first."

(He flipped her over onto her back, spreading her legs wide. He looked down at her, a predator admiring his catch.)

Arjun: "Tell me what you want, Kavita."

Kavita (panting): "I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me forget I have to go get married in a few hours. Make me forget his name."

Arjun: "Whose name? Raj? The gentle, boring man who thinks he can handle a woman like you?"

Kavita: "Don't... don't say his name. Just fuck me."

Arjun: "With pleasure."

(He positioned himself between her legs and pushed into her with a single, powerful thrust. Kavita screamed, a raw, primal sound of pain and pleasure mixed together. He filled her completely.)

Kavita: "Oh god... yes... YES!"

Arjun: "That's it, baby. Take all of me. Feel that? That's what you've been missing. Not some gentle touch. You need to be filled. To be owned."

(He began to move, fucking her with a hard, relentless rhythm. The bed frame started hitting the wall with each deep thrust. Kavita wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper.)

Kavita: "Harder, Arjun! Fuck me harder! I want to feel it everywhere!"

Arjun (grunting with effort): "Does he fuck you like this? Does he even know how? Or does he just... make love to you?"

Kavita: "He's... kind... you're... you're everything else! Oh... fuck... I'm close... Arjun, I'm..."

Arjun: "Come for me, Kavita. Scream my name. Let me be the one who makes the bride come on her wedding day."

Kavita: "ARJUN!"

(Her body convulsed around him, her inner muscles clenching on his cock as a wave of intense pleasure crashed over her. She was sobbing, shaking, completely overwhelmed. Arjun didn't stop. He kept thrusting into her, riding out her orgasm.)

Arjun: "That's one for me. But we're not done yet. I want you begging."

(He pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and wanting. He grabbed her by the hips and turned her over onto her stomach.)

Arjun: "Ass up. I want to take you from behind. I want to watch your body shake while I pound into you."

(She obeyed without hesitation, getting on her hands and knees. He entered her from behind, a slick, brutal entry that made her gasp. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.)

Arjun: "Look at yourself in the headboard. Look at the bride, getting fucked like a slut just before her wedding. This is who you are, Kavita. This is what you need."

(He slammed into her again and again, his rhythm savage, his thrusts impossibly deep. Kavita was lost, moaning incoherently, her mind a blur of pure sensation.)

Kavita: "Please... please, Arjun... more... I need more..."

Arjun: "I'm going to come inside you, Kavita. I'm not pulling out. I'm going to fill you with my cum. My wedding present to the groom."

Kavita: "Yes... fill me... I want it... I want to feel you inside me all day... fuck... I'm coming again... Arjun, I'm..."

(He drove into her one last time, deep and hard, as her second orgasm ripped through her, even more powerful than the first. She screamed into the pillows, her body shaking uncontrollably. At the same moment, he roared, his body going rigid as he emptied himself deep inside her womb.)

Arjun: "You're mine... you're so fucking mine..."

(He collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. They lay there for a long moment, slick with sweat, their harsh breaths filling the room. Kavita felt his seed, warm and wet, leaking from between her legs. She was completely spent, her body aching with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. She rolled over, her limbs like jelly, and fell against his chest, her head resting over his heart.)

Kavita (to herself, softly): "Raj ke saath main shaanti paungi… par Arjun ke saath main apni chahat aur bhook puri karti rahoongi. (With Raj, I will find peace... but with Arjun, I will keep satisfying my desires and my hunger.)"

Kavita got married to Raj on the same day and night and went to live with Raj.

[ashuezy2]

Waiting for feedback, more posts will continue only after enough likes or feedback.

[prasannas2001]

Wow, really hot. Please continue. Waiting for it

[Yash121]

Fucking awesome update.....make her arjuns slut only...

[ashuezy2]

Act 2.1 – Wedding Night
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(The bedroom is quiet except for the soft whir of the air conditioner. It’s 3:30 AM. Raj, utterly exhausted from the day's ceremonies, lets his heavy wedding sherwani fall to the floor. He doesn't even bother with the rest of his clothes, simply collapsing onto his side of the bed.)

Raj (mumbling into the pillow): "So... tired..."

(Within a minute, the sound of his deep, even breathing fills the room. He is fast asleep. Kavita stands watching him, her own heavy lehenga feeling like a suit of armor. A frustrated sigh escapes her lips.)

Kavita (to herself, whispering): "This is it? This is our first night?"

(With angry, efficient movements, she gets out of her wedding attire. She walks to the closet, pulls out a plain white t-shirt, and slips it on. She wears nothing else. The thin cotton does little to hide the shape of her large, braless breasts. She walks to Raj’s side of the bed and gently shakes his shoulder.)

Kavita: "Hey... wake up. Raj, it's our first night together."

Raj (without opening his eyes): "Mmmph... Kavita... so tired... sleep..."

(He rolls over slightly, turning his back to her. A cold fury rises in Kavita. She looks at his sleeping form, then a determined, almost cruel smile touches her lips.)

Kavita (softly): "Fine. Sleep."

(She grabs the waistband of his churidar pants and yanks them down his legs and off his feet. He stirs but doesn't wake. He's wearing a simple white Jockey underwear. Without a moment's hesitation, she hooks her fingers into the waistband and pulls it down, exposing his clean-shaven, soft penis.)

Kavita (to herself): "If you won't give it to me, I'll just take it."

(She kneels on the bed beside his hips, leans down, and takes his soft penis into her mouth. He is soft, but she works on him with a practiced, hungry skill. Raj groans in his sleep, his body twitching. The wetness and warmth between his legs slowly seep into his consciousness. He forces his heavy eyelids open.)

Raj (groggy, confused): "Huh...? Kavita...? What are you doing?"

(He tries to sit up, but he's too tired. He sees her head moving between his legs, her hair splayed across his thighs.)

Kavita (looking up at him, her eyes dark and intense, her voice a low growl): "I can't control myself. I need it. I need it badly."

(She goes back down on him, sucking with more force. Under her expert attention, he grows thick and hard in her mouth, a purely physical reaction. His body is responding even if his mind is lost in a fog of exhaustion. His eyes close again.)

Kavita: "That's it... just wake this penis of yours up for me."

(She pulls off him, leaving him fully erect and glistening. She straddles his hips, her wetness already dripping onto his stomach.)

Kavita: "Raj, don't worry, you can sleep. I'll take over. Don't worry about a thing."

(She positions herself and lowers her body, impaling herself on his hard cock. A sharp hiss of pleasure escapes her lips as he fills her. She begins to ride him, her movements fast and powerful.)

Raj (jolting, his eyes flying open again): "Whoa... Kavita... please... slow down... I... I will not be able to hold it..."

Kavita (laughing, a wild look in her eyes): "Kardo phir. I don't care. (Do it then. I don't care.) Just don't you dare go soft on me."

(Raj, barely conscious, focuses all his remaining energy on the feeling of her, trying to last for his new wife. Kavita leans forward, her hands pressing down on his hairy chest. She pulls the hem of her white t-shirt up and off over her head, tossing it aside. Her large, heavy breasts sway with her movements. She grabs one and pushes the nipple toward his mouth.)

Kavita: "Baby, this is for you. Taste it. Taste your wife."

(He obediently opens his mouth, and she pushes her nipple in. He licks it, the tip already a hard, erect peak. She moans, her hips moving even faster, grinding down on him fiercely. A smile of pure, arrogant overconfidence is plastered on her face as she watches him beneath her.)

Kavita: "Yes... that's it... that's my good husband..."

(Her breathing becomes ragged, her movements more frantic. Her hands grip his chest tightly, her nails digging in slightly. A strange tension builds in her core, a feeling she has only ever felt with one other man.)

Kavita: "Oh... oh god... what is... I'm going to... Raj!"

(Her body locks up, and a sudden, hot gush of liquid sprays from between her legs, drenching his chest and stomach. She screams his name as she climaxes, a shuddering, all-consuming orgasm that leaves her breathless and shaking. This was nothing like the release with Arjun; this was an explosive, involuntary squirt, a complete loss of control. A first... with him.)

Kavita (collapsing onto him, panting): "Oh... such a relief..."

(She lays on his chest for a moment, her body still trembling. Raj is covered in her fluid, looking dazed. She lifts her head.)

Kavita: "Raj? Do you want to ejaculate?"

Raj (his voice a sleepy murmur): "No, baby... I am too tired. I'm sleeping..."

Kavita (shrugging, a flicker of annoyance in her eyes): "Okay. No issues."

(She slides off him, his still-hard cock slipping out of her. She walks to the bathroom, grabs a pack of wet wipes, and returns to the bed. Methodically, almost clinically, she cleans his penis and wipes her fluids from his chest and stomach. He is already drifting back into a deep sleep. She grabs another tissue to clean herself, then, completely naked, she gets into bed, turns to the far side, and closes her eyes, leaving a wide, empty space between the new husband and wife.)

Kavita slept but kept repeating Arjun.... Arjun in her sleep. Luckily for her Raj was fast asleep.
This was not love, this was single sided sexual act purely for the satisfaction of Kavita.

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Act 2.2 - First Morning After Marriage
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(It's 8:00 AM. The sound of cheerful chatter drifts in from the living room. There's a sharp knock on the bedroom door.)

Raj’s Mother (from outside): "Wake up, both of you! It is morning!"

(Raj groans, slowly peeling his eyes open. The morning light streams in. He turns his head and sees Kavita lying beside him, fast asleep and completely naked. He quickly pulls the blanket over her as he sits up.)

Raj (calling out): "Mummy, give us an hour! We'll be outside!"

Raj’s Mother: "Okay, beta. Breakfast is ready. Come out soon!"

(The footsteps recede. Kavita stirs and stretches, the blanket falling away from her breasts. She yawns, looking at Raj.)

Kavita: "Good morning, husband."

Raj: "Good morning. My mom is calling us out. We should get ready."

(Kavita says nothing, simply swinging her legs out of bed and walking, still naked, toward the attached bathroom. Raj watches her, his morning erection growing more insistent. A few minutes later, the sound of the shower starts. Raj is still sitting on the bed when the bathroom door swings open. Kavita is standing there, water cascading over her body, completely naked. Her perfect round ass and big breast with black erect nipples, her hair fully wet. She offers him a wicked smile.)

Kavita: "Are you just going to sit there?"

(She turns and faces the shower, deliberately showing him her wet, glistening ass. Raj's breath hitches. He gets out of bed, his own naked body on full display. He walks into the bathroom, stroking his hard cock. The small space fills with steam and the scent of soap. He steps into the shower behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and cupping both her heavy, wet breasts in his hands.)

Raj (whispering in her ear): "You're going to make us late."

Kavita: "Good."

(She turns in his arms, their wet bodies pressing together. They kiss, a frantic, hungry clash of tongues and teeth. Her hands find his cock and she begins stroking it expertly.)

Kavita: "This is what I wanted last night."

Raj: "You can have it now. Turn around. Face the wall."

(She obeys, planting her hands on the cool, tiled wall. He positions himself behind her and thrusts into her, his entry slick and easy. She moans as he fills her.)

Kavita: "Yes... fuck me, Raj... right here..."

(He begins fucking her from behind, his thrusts fast and hard, their bodies slapping together in the enclosed space. She grinds back against him, chasing a climax.)

Kavita: "Faster... I'm almost there... don't..."

(Another sharp knock on the bedroom door, much louder this time.)

Raj’s Mother: "Raj! Kavita! Come out fast! People are waiting! Your Chacha and Chachi are here!"

(Raj stops instantly, pulling out of her.)

Raj: "Shit. We have to go."

Kavita (panting with frustration): "No... I was so close..."

Raj: "We can't keep them waiting. Come on."

(They quickly finish their shower, brush their teeth, and get dressed. A few minutes later, they emerge into the living room, which is now full of smiling relatives.)

Raj’s Aunt (teasingly): "Ah, look! The newlyweds finally decided to join us! So, how was the first night? Did you two get any sleep at all?"

Kavita (smiling sweetly, playing the part): "Aunty, a girl doesn't kiss and tell. But let's just say your nephew is very... attentive."

(The room erupts in knowing laughter. Raj blushes. After breakfast, the post-wedding games begin. Kavita, with a competitive fire in her eyes, easily wins the thread-untying game. Then comes the large pan filled with milky water and rings.)

Raj’s Mother: "Okay, three rounds! Whoever finds the ring first, wins!"

(Kavita wins the first round. Then the second. On the third, she practically pounces on the ring, her hand finding it in seconds. She holds it up, triumphant.)

Raj’s Mother: "Arre, Raj! A clean sweep! Kavita won all the games. Beta, you didn't even try!"

Raj (smiling lovingly at Kavita): "As long as Kavita is happy, I am also happy."

(Kavita’s smile falters for a second. His words, meant to be sweet, feel like another dismissal. Her body is still humming with unsatisfied desire from the shower. She leans in close to him.)

Kavita (whispering): "Raj, can you come inside? I have something important to discuss."

Raj (patting her hand, his attention on his uncle): "Kavita, thodi der mein, please baby. (In a little while, please baby.) Chacha is telling me about his new car."

(Kavita pulls back as if struck. She walks over to a corner sofa, sits down, and pulls out her phone, her face a mask of cold fury. She opens her chat with Arjun.)

Kavita (texting): "Hi Arjun, are you free today?"

Arjun (texting back a minute later): "Today? Kavita, I am in Germany. Landed this morning for the Frankfurt project."

Kavita: "Germany? When will you be back?"

Arjun: "After 2 months."

Kavita: "Oh. Ok."

(She stares at the phone, a feeling of pure panic rising in her chest. Two months. He's gone for two months.)

Kavita (thinking): "What to do? I am going crazy. What is happening with my body? It's like a constant, burning itch..."

(She looks up, her eyes scanning the room filled with her new family. Her gaze falls on a young man sitting opposite her. It’s Raj’s younger cousin, Vikram. He’s handsome, with a sharp jawline and watchful, intelligent eyes. He's been staring at her. When their eyes meet, he doesn't look away. He gives her a slow, appreciative smile. After a few minutes, he gets up and walks over to her, sitting at the other end of the sofa.)

Vikram: "Everything okay, Bhabhi? You look a little... bored by all this family drama."

Kavita (forcing a smile): "Just tired from all the games. I'm not used to winning so easily."

Vikram (chuckling softly): "I'm not surprised. You look like someone who always gets what she wants."

Kavita (turning to face him, her eyes holding his): "And you look like someone who understands that."

Vikram: "I'm a very understanding person. Raj Bhaiya is a lucky man. But sometimes, lucky men get... complacent. They think the prize is already won."

Kavita: "And it's not?"

Vikram: "A prize like you needs to be won every day. With... attention. With focus. You look like a woman who needs a lot of focus."

Kavita (a slow, dangerous smile spreading across her face): "I'll keep that in mind, Vikram."

Vikram: "Please do. I'll be in town for another week before I go back to Mumbai. If you ever need someone to... talk to... who isn't distracted, you know where to find me."

(He stands up just as Raj's mother calls his name. As he walks away, Kavita looks down at her phone. A new message has arrived. It's from an unknown number.)

Vikram (text): "This is me. Just in case you felt like talking sooner rather than later. ;)"

(Kavita stares at the message, a thrill of forbidden excitement coursing through her. The itch was still there, but now, she had found a new way to scratch it.)

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Act 2.3 - Sex Appointment After Marriage
=============================

(The living room is still a hub of activity. Laughter and conversation flow freely. Kavita sits demurely, playing the part of the perfect new bride, but her eyes are a hawk's, tracking Vikram's every move. She sees him get up and head towards the kitchen, presumably for a glass of water. This is her chance. She waits a beat, then stands up.)

Kavita (to Raj's Mother): "Mummy Ji, can I get you some more water? You've been talking so much."

Raj’s Mother: "Oh, so sweet of you, beta. Yes, please."

(Kavita walks into the kitchen. Vikram is there, leaning against the counter, scrolling through his phone. He looks up as she enters, a slow smile spreading across his face. The door swings shut behind her, muffling the noise from the living room.)

Vikram: "Can I help you, Bhabhi? Looking for something?"

Kavita (walking to the fridge, her back to him): "I could ask you the same thing. Or are you just hiding from the family interrogation?"

Vikram: "Maybe. Or maybe I was just waiting for a more interesting conversation to present itself."

(She takes out a water bottle, pours a glass, and turns to face him. She doesn't move to leave. She just leans against the opposite counter, trapping him between her and the sink.)

Kavita: "That was a bold move. Texting me like that."

Vikram: "You strike me as a woman who appreciates bold moves. Am I wrong?"

Kavita: "You're not wrong. But boldness can be risky."

Vikram (taking a step closer): "The best things in life are. I've been watching you all morning. The way you play the part. The devoted wife. The sweet daughter-in-law. It's a very convincing performance."

Kavita: "It's not a performance. It's one part of me."

Vikram: "And I'm more interested in the other parts. The part that got a little... frustrated... when my brother didn't join you when you called him inside. I saw it in your eyes."

(His gaze drops from her eyes, down to her breasts, then back up. It's a possessive, hungry look that makes her skin tingle.)

Kavita (her voice dropping to a low, husky whisper): "You see a lot, don't you, Vikram?"

Vikram: "I see a beautiful woman, a brand new bride, who is absolutely burning with a fire that her husband doesn't know how to handle. He wants to put it out with kindness. But a fire like yours... it doesn't want to be put out. It wants to be fed. It wants to consume."

(He takes another step. They are inches apart now. She can feel the heat coming off his body.)

Kavita: "And you think you're the man to feed it? A someone like you?"

Vikram (a dark chuckle): "Try me, Bhabhi. I might surprise you. I know exactly what I'd do with a woman like you. I wouldn't leave you hanging, that's for sure. I wouldn't stop until you couldn't walk."

Kavita: "Big words."

Vikram: "I can back them up. All you have to do is say the word."

(She looks at him, a long, assessing silence stretching between them. Then, she reaches out and places her hand flat on his chest, right over his heart. It's pounding.)

Kavita: "You're nervous."

Vikram: "I'm excited."

Kavita: "Good. Now listen to me very carefully. You don't tell me what you're going to do. You don't make promises. You wait until I tell you what I want. And when I do... you do it. Exactly as I say. No questions asked. Understand?"

Vikram (his voice thick with lust): "Yes... I understand."

Kavita: "This isn't about you feeding my fire. I'm in control here. Not you. Not Raj. Me."

(She leans in, her lips almost touching his ear.)

Kavita: "Everyone is leaving after lunch. The house will be quiet this afternoon. Raj has a conference call he has to take at 4 PM. In his study. It will take at least an hour. Your room is at the end of the hall, right?"

Vikram (breathing heavily): "Yes..."

Kavita: "Leave your door unlocked."

(Just then, the kitchen door starts to swing open. Kavita steps back instantly, picking up the glass of water. She turns as Raj's aunt walks in.)

Raj’s Aunt: "Kavita, beta, your mother-in-law was waiting for the water."

Kavita (smiling her sweetest, most innocent smile): "Oh, sorry Aunty Ji. I was just asking Vikram about his work in Mumbai. It sounds so fascinating."

(She brushes past Vikram, her fingers trailing almost imperceptibly across the back of his hand. She walks out of the kitchen, leaving him standing there, his heart hammering in his chest, completely under her spell.)

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Act 2.4 - Trust Broken After Marriage
==========================

(The clock on the wall shows 4:15 PM. The house is quiet, save for the faint, muffled sound of Raj’s voice from his study. Kavita slips out of her room, glances down the empty hallway, and walks silently to Vikram’s door. She turns the knob. It's unlocked. She enters, closing and locking it behind her with a decisive click. Vikram is standing by the window, waiting for her. He looks nervous and excited.)

Kavita (her voice low and urgent): "I am so horny, you have no idea."

Vikram (a hungry smile spreading across his face): "Look at you. Barely a day in, and already full of desire. My poor brother... he has no idea what a wildcat he's married."

(Kavita closes the distance between them in three long strides. She doesn't kiss him. She reaches down and grabs the thick bulge in his jeans.)

Kavita: "I want to taste your lollipop. Now. Give it to me."

(Vikram, slightly stunned by her directness, fumbles with his zipper. He pulls it down and frees his cock. It's a full seven inches, already completely erect and pulsing with anticipation. Kavita drops to her knees without a word. She takes him into her mouth with a loud, hungry breath, her eyes closing in bliss. Her tongue immediately goes to work, expertly tracing every vein, her head bobbing with a desperate rhythm.)

Vikram: "Fuck... Bhabhi..."

(As she sucks him, Kavita's free hand slides down her own body. She doesn't bother lifting her kameez, simply pressing her fingers against the fabric of her salwar, right over her clit, and begins rubbing herself in frantic circles. She moans around his cock, her own desire feeding her actions.)

Vikram: "Oh god... you're... you're fingering yourself... while you suck me..."

(He unbuttons his jeans and lets them fall to his ankles, kicking them away. He is completely lost in the sensation.)

Kavita (pulling off him for a second, her lips glistening): "Turn around, Vikram. Let me lick your ass."

Vikram (shocked, his voice a hoarse whisper): "What? Wow... you seriously want to?"

Kavita (her eyes blazing with impatience): "Shut up and do it."

(He turns around, bracing his hands on the wall. Kavita leans in, sticks her tongue out, and licks a wet stripe right up his crack, ending at his hole. He groans, his whole body shuddering.)

Vikram: "Fuck... no one's ever..."

(She ignores him, kissing and licking all over his butt cheeks, her hands gripping his hips. She nips at his flesh before finally giving his asshole one last, long lick.)

Vikram: "I have never seen a woman like you before, Kavita..."

(She gets to her feet, her eyes wild. With furious, impatient movements, she tears off her own Kameez. The kameez comes off over her head, followed by her salwar. She unhooks her bra and kicks off her panties, leaving them in a pile on the floor. She stands before him, completely naked, her big breasts heaving, her body flushed with desire.)

Kavita: "Come and worship me."

(She walks to the bed and lies on her back, spreading her legs wide. Vikram, mesmerized, follows and kneels between her legs.)

Vikram: "You're incredible..."

Kavita: "Less talking. More worshipping. Start with my clit. I want your tongue right there until I tell you to stop."

(He obeys, lowering his head and burying his face between her thighs. His tongue finds her instantly. Kavita screams, her back arching off the bed.)

Kavita: "YES! FUCK, YES! Just like that! Don't you dare stop! Faster, Vikram! Lick me like you're dying of thirst!"

Vikram (muffled): "Anything for you... you taste so good..."

Kavita: "I'm so wet for you... I want you to make me come with your mouth... I want to feel your tongue inside me when I do..."

(He licks and sucks with a growing frenzy, driven by her commands. Her hips begin to buck against his mouth, her moans getting louder, more desperate.)

Kavita: "Oh god... I'm so close... I'm so close... Vikram, don't... stop... FUCK!"

(Her body convulses as she comes, her juices flooding his mouth. He keeps licking her through it, swallowing every drop. She lies there, panting, her body still trembling.)

Kavita: "Now. Get down there. I'm going to ride your face first, and then I'm going to ride that cock until I can't feel my legs."

(Vikram, his face still wet, on the bed. She immediately swings a leg over him, sitting on his chest and lowering her cunt onto his mouth again.)

Kavita: "That's right. Lick. While I do this."

(Vikram licks Kavita for 2 mins and then she reaches down, grabs his cock, and guides it to her entrance. With a groan, she impales herself on him, taking all seven inches deep inside.)

Kavita: "Oh... FUCK! You feel so good... so much better than him... so much thicker..."

(She starts to ride him, her movements powerful and controlling. She sets a punishing pace, her body slamming down on his again and again, her breasts swinging wildly. Vikram is just trying to hang on, completely overwhelmed by her.)

Vikram: "Kavita... you're... you're going to break me..."

Kavita: "That's the point! I want you to feel every inch of me! I want you to remember this every time you see me sitting next to your brother! Now shut up and fuck me back!"

(She rides him into a frenzy as Vikram moves under her, her moans and curses filling the small room, a raw symphony of pure, unadulterated lust. She is a storm, a hurricane of need, and Vikram is just happy to be at the center of it.)

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Act 3 - Suspicion 
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(Kavita is still riding Vikram and Vikram moving under her with full thrust, her body slick with sweat, his movements relentless. A low, guttural hum vibrates in her chest.)

Kavita: "Hmmmm... more...I feel thirsty, hungry."

(She pulls one hand away from his chest, looks at her own fingers, and brings them to her mouth, sucking her index finger clean with a loud, wet sound. Her eyes are glazed over with pure, animalistic lust.)

Vikram: "Kavita... fuck... what are you doing?"

Kavita: "I'm still hungry... I wish I had another cock to suck right now... yours deep inside me, another one sliding down my throat..."

(She leans forward, trying to take her own nipple into her mouth. She manages to get the very tip between her lips, sucking on it for a moment.)

Kavita (mumbling): "Mmm... want to taste myself... taste my own lust and feeling amazing..."

Vikram: "You're an animal... a complete fucking animal... I can't..."

Kavita: "Shut up. You're not allowed to talk unless I tell you to."

(Vikram continues fuck Kavita from under, faster and harder, Kavita chasing her own pleasure with a single-minded focus. Her body tightens again, her breath coming in ragged gasps.)

Kavita: "Oh god... here it comes again... Vikram, don't you dare stop moving... FUCK! YES!"

(A second, powerful orgasm rocks her body. She screams into the quiet room, collapsing onto his chest, panting and trembling. Vikram lies beneath her, completely spent, his body shaking from the exertion.)

Vikram: "Okay... okay, I'm done... I can't..."

Kavita (lifting her head, her eyes blazing): "You're not done until I say you're done. Now stand here. Now."

(Stunned, he obeys her command, sliding out from under her and standing on the floor. She crawls to the edge of the bed, looking at him.)

Kavita: "You're going to come in my mouth. I want to swallow every last drop. I want to feel you shoot your load down my throat. Understand?"

Vikram: "Oh Kavita..."

(She slides off the bed and kneels between his legs. She takes his cock in her hand and begins to give him a slow, deep blowjob. Her eyes are locked on his, watching him, dominating him. It only takes a minute.)

Vikram: "Oh, fuck... I'm gonna... I'm gonna come!"

(He groans loudly as he erupts in her mouth. She takes all of it, swallowing forcefully, not spilling a drop. He lies there, gasping for breath. But she isn't finished. She licks the head of his penis clean, her tongue darting out with clinical precision.)

Kavita: "There. All licked and clean."

(She looks at his ass, a new idea sparking in her eyes. She reaches her hand down.)

Kavita: "Now, for what I wanted earlier..."

(She tries to slide a finger into his ass. Vikram yelps and scrambles away from her, pulling himself into a sitting position against the wall.)

Vikram: "No! Stop! That's enough! Enough for one day, Kavita!"

(Kavita stares at him, her lust filled expression slowly turning into genuine uncontrollable behaviour. It's the first time he's ever refused her anything.)

Kavita: "What? What do you mean, 'enough'? I'm not finished."

Vikram: "Well, I am! I can't... you're... too much. It's too much."

(Kavita looks down at her naked body, then at the pile of her clothes on the floor. She sees her kameez is torn near the shoulder from when she ripped it off.)

Kavita: "Shit. It's completely torn."

Vikram (still breathing heavily): "What?"

Kavita: "My kameez. I can't wear this back out there. What time is it?"

Vikram: "I don't know... almost five?"

Kavita: "Raj's call will be over soon. I need something to wear."

(Her eyes scan the room and fall on the shirt he was wearing, dbangd over a chair.)

Kavita: "I'm wearing that."

(She stands up, walks over, and puts on his shirt. It's huge on her, hanging down to her mid-thighs. She buttons it up, the fabric smelling of him. She grabs her other clothes, quickly wearing them, unlocks the door, and looks back at him one last time.)

Kavita: "Don't lock this."

(She slips out, leaving him standing on the floor, looking utterly defeated. She walks quickly back to her bedroom and closes the door. Raj is sitting on the bed, typing on his phone.)

Raj (looking up, a smile on his face that quickly fades into confusion): "Hey, you're back. I was just finishing up... Kavita? Is that... is that a man's shirt?"

Kavita (not meeting his eyes, walking towards the closet): "Oh, this? I... I spilled some juice on my kameez while cleaning in the kitchen. It was torn anyway from the wedding rush. I just grabbed the first thing I found in the guest room closet. I'll wash it."

Raj: "The guest room? That's Vikram's room. That's his shirt, isn't it? Why were you in his room?"

Kavita: "I wasn't. I just opened the closet in the hall and grabbed something. Stop asking so many questions, Raj. I'm going to take a shower."

(She disappears into the bathroom, leaving Raj sitting on the bed, staring at the door. A deep frown creases his forehead. The excuse felt... wrong. He was left feeling confused, a small, cold seed of doubt planted in his mind for the very first time.)

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Act 3.1 - Accepting the Urge
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The Next Day

(The sun streams into the bedroom. It's Sunday morning. Raj is still fast asleep, breathing softly. Kavita is already up, dressed in a smart kurti and leggings, ready for work. She looks at her sleeping husband for a moment, an unreadable expression on her face, before quietly leaving the room. A few minutes later, the sound of her Honda City starting up breaks the morning silence. Driving, she plugs in her pen drive, and loud, upbeat Punjabi music fills the car.)

(At the private college where she teaches, the staff room is buzzing.)

Colleague 1 (Sunita): "Kavita! There she is! The beautiful bride! You're glowing!"

Colleague 2 (Priya): "We missed you! Marriage suits you. Raj is a very lucky man."

Kavita (smiling graciously): "Thank you, Sunita. It's good to be back."

Sunita: "Back already? So, when are you two going on your honeymoon? Someplace romantic, I hope? Paris? Switzerland?"

Kavita (her smile tightening slightly): "There is no plan to go on a honeymoon. Raj is too busy with a new project at work."

Priya: "Oh, no! That's so sad. You must insist! The first few weeks are the most special."

Kavita: "It's fine. We have our whole lives. Excuse me, the bell is about to ring."

(At lunchtime, Kavita sits with her closest friend, Meera, in the college canteen.)

Meera: "Okay, now tell me everything. Forget them. How are things really going, Kavita? Are you okay with this new chapter of your life? You seem a little... tense."

Kavita (staring into her plate of food): "Pata nahi, Meera. I get these sudden urges which completely take control over me. I feel like I am just unable to control them. (I don't know, Meera.)"

Meera: "Urges? What kind of urges? You mean... like, you're super attracted to Raj? That's normal! You're newlyweds."

Kavita: "No. It's not normal. It's... more than that. It's like a hunger. A physical, desperate hunger that has nothing to do with love or romance. It just... appears. And it's so strong, Meera. It's so strong it blocks out everything else."

Meera: "Okay... deep breaths. So when you feel this... urge... what happens? Do you and Raj... you know..."

Kavita (a short, bitter laugh): "Raj? Meera, Raj is a good man. He's kind and gentle. But this thing inside me... it doesn't want gentle. It wants to be fought. It wants to be... consumed. When I feel like that, Raj's kindness feels like he's pouring a cup of water on a forest fire."

Meera: "Wow. A forest fire? Kavi, that's intense. Maybe you're just stressed from the wedding? All the changes..."

Kavita: "It's not stress. It's a craving. Yesterday, I... I felt it so strongly. And I did something about it. And for a little while, it was incredible. But then... it wasn't enough. It's like the more I feed it, the hungrier it gets. And honestly? It scares me."

Meera (leaning in, her voice low): "What did you do? Kavita, you're not... you didn't... with someone else? Already?"

Kavita (avoiding her eyes): "I just... satisfied the urge. But that's not the point. The point is that even after... I wanted more. I still want more, right now, sitting here talking to you. It's a constant itch under my skin. And the person who I wanted it from... he... he got scared. He told me I was 'too much'."

Meera: "Oh my god. Kavita. This is... this is more than just being horny. Remember what that pandit said? About you having a 'storm' inside you?"

Kavita: "I know. And I feel like I'm in the middle of a hurricane, Meera. And Raj is standing on the shore, smiling and telling me he hopes I have a nice time."

Meera: "Have you tried talking to him? I mean, really talking? Telling him you need more... passion? More aggression?"

Kavita: "How do I explain this to him? How do I tell my gentle, kind husband that I want him to stop being so damn nice and just... pin me to a wall and fuck me like he hates me? How do you say that to a man whose chart literally says he's 'non-confrontational'?"

Meera: "I... I don't know. Maybe you need to guide him. Show him what you want."

Kavita: "I tried. On our wedding night. He was too tired to even move. I had to... take what I wanted while he was half asleep."

Meera (eyes wide with shock): "You're kidding me."

Kavita: "I wish I was. It felt good, for a moment. But it was just me. There was no pushback. No fight. No passion. It was just... an act. Like drinking a glass of water. It quenches the thirst for a second, but it doesn't satisfy the hunger."

Meera: "Kavi... maybe you should talk to someone. A professional. A therapist."

Kavita: "And say what? 'Hello, I think I'm a nymphomaniac and my kind husband isn't kinky enough for me?' They'd put me on medication, Meera. They'd try to 'calm' the storm. But the storm is a part of me. I don't want it to be calm. I just want someone who isn't afraid to be in the middle of it with me."

Meera: "I'm worried about you. This isn't sustainable. You're going to get caught, and you're going to destroy a good man's life."

Kavita: "I know. And that's the strangest part. I know it's wrong. I know it's dangerous. But when the urge comes... I don't care. Nothing else matters. Not Raj, not our marriage, not what people will think. Nothing. Just feeding the hunger. I feel like two different people, Meera.

The Kavita who teaches French smiles at Meera... and this other thing. This creature that just wants to fuck and be fucked until it can't feel anything else."

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Act 3.2 - Urge at sckool
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(The college day is over. The staffroom is mostly empty, filled with the quiet hum of the ceiling fan. Kavita, dressed elegantly in her salwar suit, lingers, pretending to organize some papers. Rajan, the Maths teacher, is finishing corrections at his desk, his focus absolute.)

Kavita (smiling, leaning against his desk): "Rajan ji, you're always so serious... I think all those numbers have forgotten how to make you smile."

Rajan (chuckles lightly, looking up from his papers): "Numbers are serious things, Kavita ji. Half the college's work would stop without them. Looking at you, though, I imagine the Language department is always full of laughter."

Kavita (tilting her head, a playful glint in her eye): "Oh... we have our fun sometimes. But I find it's much more fun talking to you... maybe that's why I always find myself sitting near you."

Rajan (smiling politely, his eyes returning to his papers): "It's good... to have friends in the staffroom. But Kavita ji, you're staying quite late today... won't you be late getting home?"

Kavita (lowers her voice, leaning a little closer): "I am getting late... but with some people, you don't even realize how the time is passing."

Rajan (clears his throat, a hint of discomfort in his eyes): "Hmm... I understand. Well, I really must complete these copies now. There's a class test tomorrow."

Kavita (a soft laugh, as she brushes a strand of hair from her face): "Rajan ji, sometimes tests aren't just for the students. Sometimes, teachers have to pass them too... and I get the feeling you always pass."

Rajan (raising his eyebrows, surprised by her directness): "What is that supposed to mean? You're in quite a naughty mood today."

Kavita (taking a step closer, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper): "Not naughty... I just feel that sometimes, a person should say what's in their heart."

(Rajan tries to focus on his notebook, but Kavita slowly places her hand on his shoulder. He freezes. The room feels silent and still.)

Rajan: "Kavita ji... what are you doing?"

Kavita: "I'm just resting my hand. Is that against the rules? Your shoulders are so tense. All that math... it must be exhausting."

(Her fingers begin to gently massage his shoulder muscle. He flinches slightly.)

Rajan: "I don't think this is appropriate. We're colleagues."

Kavita (leaning in, her lips near his ear): "And colleagues can't be friendly? I see the way you look at me sometimes, Rajan. When you think no one is watching. You're not just looking at a colleague."

Rajan: "I... I don't know what you're talking about. You're a married woman."

Kavita: "And you're a single man. Is it a crime to appreciate beauty? To feel a connection?"

Rajan: "This is not a 'connection'. This is... you should go home to your husband."

Kavita (a low, dangerous chuckle): "My husband... he's a good man. But he doesn't see me. Not the real me. But you do. Don't you? You see the fire."

(She moves her hand from his shoulder to his cheek, her thumb gently stroking his jawline. He is completely frozen, his pen hovering over the paper.)

Rajan (his voice a strained whisper): "Stop this. Please."

Kavita: "Why? Are you afraid? Afraid of what might happen if you let go of all that control for just one second?"

(Before he can answer, she leans in and presses her lips against his. It's not a gentle kiss. It's hard, demanding, a kiss meant to shatter his composure. After a moment of shocked stillness, he shoves her back, his chair scbanging against the floor as he stands up abruptly. His face is a mask of disbelief and anger.)

Rajan: "What the hell was that? Are you insane?"

Kavita (calmly, wiping a smudge of her lipstick from his lips with her thumb): "It was just a kiss, Rajan ji. Don't look so scandalized."

Rajan: "Just a kiss? You can't just do that! We're colleagues! You just got married a few days ago! Have you no shame?"

Kavita (her expression turns cold, all playfulness gone): "Shame? Shame is for people who are afraid of what they want. I'm not afraid. I saw something I wanted, and I took it. It's a shame you didn't enjoy it."

Rajan: "This isn't about enjoyment! This is about respect! About boundaries!"

Kavita (laughing, a genuinely amused sound): "Boundaries? Oh, Rajan. You and your rules. Your numbers. Your neat little boxes. Some things don't fit in boxes. And what are you going to do about it, anyway? Complain to the Principal? 'Sir, the new French teacher, Mrs. Kavita, she kissed me and I didn't like it'. Who do you think he would believe? The serious, dedicated Maths teacher, or the poor, emotional newlywed who might have 'misread the signals'?"

Rajan (staring at her, speechless): "You... you're..."

Kavita: "I'm late for home. My husband will be waiting."

(She picks up her purse, gives him one last, lingering look, a look that is a mixture of pity and contempt, and walks out of the staffroom, leaving him standing there, his heart pounding, his perfectly ordered world completely thrown into chaos.)