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Chapter 30 – Prem’s Change



Prem’s change wasn’t sudden.
He had been watching Nivi carefully for months.
Two Bangalore trip return — the way she and Rohan spoke only business, no lingering glances, no whispers, no suspicion.


Nothing to grasp.
He had overthought, as always.
Male pride had stopped him from admitting it earlier — that she was more than he had allowed her to be.  


All those years, he had kept her naive.
Safe. Unappreciated.
The cage he built in the name of protection.
This week, something cracked. He decided to warm up. Be supportive.


He thought just saying “okay” instead of “no” would show change.
But she barely noticed it.. As everything was office matters.. She was just thankful as she got an instant yes reply or okay reply..


His ego still whispered — she’s just a woman…earning because of my company, my contacts.


But last night — the day before Rohan and Nivi left for Bangalore — Pratap met him.
They talked business first.
Pratap asked for client links, support.


Topic drifted to family.
“I miss playing with Aara,” Pratap said, eyes distant. “Heard you moved to Rohan’s place.”
Prem nodded.


Pratap was the only elder they had left in their lives. The man who had stood by them when no one else did. Prem felt the old guilt — for doubting Pratap’s intentions years ago.
He opened up. Spilled it all. The insecurities. The control. The fear.
Pratap listened.
Then laughed softly.
Man she is your wife,, your better half you must be happy if she grew why do you think she is small and you are big just because of th gender.
Any way glad you understood her. Her needs. Her Dreams.. 
Its irony that you should have pushed her to pursue it however Rohan did.. Good and glad.


Prem said.. Yea i know but i wish she sees my changes.. How supportive.


Pratap interrupted 
“If you want to show you’ve changed… you were her right choice — turn it into words.”


Prem frowned.
Pratap leaned forward.
“Women need words and action. They don’t grab your actions like we do. Only when it’s against them — that they remember. Pin it on you forever.” He chuckled.


“Continue to shower love on the person you love. When you stop… they feel different. Some confront. Some don’t.”
He paused.


“The ones who confront — you know how they react. But the ones who don’t… you never know their saturation point. Before she’s pissed off forever… change it.”


Prem asked, voice low. “How?”
Pratap smiled.
“Fall in love again. Undo what you’ve done.”

The words landed.

That morning, the impact showed.
When Nivi said she was leaving for Bangalore.

Prem didn’t fight.
“Take care. Eat on time. Don’t walk alone — take Rohan’s help wherever you go.”
Soft. Supportive. To show the Prem she had wanted.


It got an instant outcome.. She kissed his cheeks.. 
That simple??


Now, alone in the empty guest room — Aara asleep on her own — Prem stared at the ceiling.
11:30 PM.


She would be asleep in Bangalore.
He wanted to apologise. For years of control. For the call earlier — “Are you sleeping alone?”
Stupid.
Why spoil it? He cursed himself. 


After nine years… he was behaving like a new lover.
Trying.
He picked up the phone.
Thumb hovered. What to send? How to console?
How to impress her again? 
He typed.
Deleted.
Typed again.


The screen glowed in the dark.
His heart raced like the early days.
He didn’t know.
Across the state, in a penthouse pool-side bed.
Nivi was far from asleep.
Far from alone.

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I think it's love story of wife and husband so far but most of the people's her's is only some exciting movement ex sex adultery cuck and other type of fun me too on same boat if it's simple wife husband story most of peoples disappointed anyhogh it's writers wish I appreciate writer story is good ??? going

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Chapter 32 - Ultimate Plan

Same time, 11:30 PM at the Bangalore penthouse…


Nivi and Rohan on the bed…

The hug lingered — warm, comforting, their bodies pressed close in the quiet darkness of the suite, the distant hum of the city below barely audible through the thick glass.

Rohan’s body was flush against her back, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with hers, the heat of him seeping through the thin fabric of her nighty.

His arousal — hard, undeniable — brushed against her, a silent confession in the stillness.
He realised immediately — the way his body betrayed him, pressing insistently.

Shifted, pulling away slightly, careful not to make her uncomfortable, not to let desire override the moment.
Nivi felt the deliberate move — the way he created space, even as his arms stayed around her.
The respect in it.
The restraint.

She liked it — the way he always seemed to read her boundaries, even when his own need was obvious.

Unaware of what he had in stock — the careful orchestration, the deeper plan that had led them here step by step.


“Thanks, Nivi,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion, breath warm against her hair.

She turned slightly in his arms, face close to his in the dim light filtering from the city below.
She smiled in the dark — soft, genuine. “Why?”

“It’s been years since I had a birthday night hugging someone.”

“Unbelievable,” she mocked gently, a soft tease in her tone, trying to lighten the heaviness. “You might have ladies… women, as you said once.”

Rohan’s voice dropped, honest, raw — no playfulness now.

“No. Birthday is for loved ones. Not for anyone.”

A pause, heavy with meaning — the weight of unspoken years.

“You are special. The one I love.”

Nivi’s breath caught, heart skipping in the silence.

“Am I special?” i may be your good friend. Not special”

Rohan’s tone shifted — deeper, raw, vulnerable in a way she’d rarely heard from the confident businessman.

“Have you ever seen my wife call on my birthday? Or anyone close?”
Nivi realised — searching her memory.
No.
Never.

“That’s how my marriage life is and personal connection with anyone.. You are the one who cracked it for me you are the special”

He continued, voice breaking slightly, the words spilling like a dam finally giving way.

“Let me admit this… I’ve fallen for you long back. I know you did the same. It’s just… we both know we cannot break marriages. And whenever our partners take us back fully, we’ll move out.”

Nivi couldn’t speak.

She knew it was truth — unspoken, undeniable, hanging between them like the humid Bangalore air.

Rohan went on, holding her gaze in the shadows.

“Until then… at least let’s share the love we want.”

Nivi’s voice small, conflicted — the weight of society, loyalty, fear.

“But you know what… I feel we shouldn’t cross the limit. Society calls it cheating.”

Rohan hugged her harder — eyes watering, tears falling warm on her shoulder, silent but heavy.
Nivi turned fully, concerned, hand touching his cheek.

“What happened?”

"After years I found you.. The one who at least cared for me.. But see the morning let me tell you I was paranoid and happy at same time.. Happy that Prem is changing but paranoid as I feel you will leave me to be like lonely.."

She saw his eyes — vulnerable, wet, glistening in the low light, the powerful man stripped bare.
The sight burdened her — heavy, pulling at her heart, stirring something protective and tender.
She couldn’t leave him like this.
On his birthday. Alone with his pain.

“Don’t worry. I’m with you. We’ll go through this. I will remain your good friend through”

She kissed him. She  initiated... 

Rohan who said no need for a kiss now made her to kiss him.. she completely forget her change of mind from the morning..


The kiss continued
Soft at first — gentle, reassuring, lips brushing with care.
Then deeper — hunger rising, months of tension unleashing.
Ten minutes.
Mad. Passionate.
Tongues dancing, breaths mingling, hands clutching tighter.

She turned fully in the bedsheet — face to face, bodies aligned, legs tangling.

His hardness pressed her now — insistent, hot through the thin fabric.

She broke the kiss. laughed then mocked softly, breathlessly, trying to lighten the intensity.

“All men are the same…”

Rohan’s hand moved — slow, asking permission with every inch, eyes searching hers.
Slid under her nighty. Found her breast — full, warm.

Thumb circled the nipple — already hardened, sensitive from the charged air.
She gasped, shocked, body arching slightly into his touch.

“What are you doing, Rohan…”
He pinched lightly, voice rough with need.
“What is this, then?”

He whispered against her ear, breath hot, sending shivers down her spine.
“It’s human nature… can’t help.”

The Joke didnt land well she turned mockingly showing her back

Jokes apart… “I expected something more today… but things changed.” His tone was serious, laced with quiet disappointment, eyes searching hers for understanding.

Nivi turned her head — eyes met his.

Something in her gaze — consent, curiosity, care, the shared longing finally breaking through. She turned again facing him in the bedsheet..

He brought her hand down — gentle but firm. My trouble is not your joke... I have been controlling a lot...

Placed it on his hardness — throbbing, hot.
Stroked slowly through fabric.
You are the reason…

As he released her hand, she kept it there — fingers curling instinctively, feeling the pulse, the need.

The moment stretched — charged, inevitable.

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Chapter 33 - The plan in unfolds.


As he released her hand, she kept it there — fingers curling instinctively around the thick heat of him through the fabric, feeling the pulse, the urgency.

A small, unconscious squeeze.


Rohan's breath hitched.

He looked at her — eyes dark, pleading.

"I need this, Nivi. Please... make my birthday memorable."

His voice was husky, raw with want, but still gentle — asking, not demanding.

She whispered, voice trembling with the weight of her decision — guilt, desire, care all tangled.
"This is the best I can do for you..."

As Rohan was about to remove his night pant, fingers hooking the waistband...

Nivi said softly, "Let me turn away and just give my hand — you place it."
Rohan exhaled, voice husky with relief and restraint.
"Okay..."

Nivi turned opposite way — back to him, heart pounding.

Rohan front pressing her back now — warm skin on skin as he quickly shed the last barrier.

He was stark nude.
He placed his thick, throbbing penis in her waiting hand — hot, velvet over steel, veins pulsing under her fingers.

She was stroking in bare hands… without looking at it — slow at first, tentative, exploring the length, the girth, the way it jumped at her touch.
Learning the heat, the pulse, the slick bead at the tip that she spread with her thumb.
Firm grip now — up and down, rhythm building.

Rohan's breath ragged against her neck, hot puffs sending shivers down her spine.
His hips shifted slightly — instinctive thrusts into her fist.

Five minutes — her hand moving steady, twisting lightly at the head, squeezing base.

His groans low, muffled against her shoulder.

But not enough to unleash his deeper plan…

He whispered, voice pleading, lips brushing her ear.
“Nivi… maybe I should first treat you well..”

She broke into laughter — surprised, light, the sound cutting the tension like a spark in the dark.
“What? What are you going to do?”

He lifted her nighty slowly — fabric bunching at her waist.

Brought his hand between her thighs — warm palm sliding up smooth skin.
Under the nighty. Panty pushed aside gently.

Nivi jerked — body tensing, "No.. I just..."

Rohan said firmly but soft, "NO Nivi we need this… let's do this for each other.. Every time I kiss you I know you miss this heat… don't cheat yourself…"
He gasped as his fingers met slick folds — warm, soaked, betraying her want.

“Nivi… you’re so wet.”

He circled her clit — slow, teasing strokes, feather-light at first, watching her reaction.

Watched her face — every flutter of eyelids, every parted lip, every small gasp.

Learned her — pressure here made her hips twitch, speed there made her breath hitch.

One finger slipped inside — gentle, deep, curling to explore.

Then two — stretching, filling.

Curled perfectly.

Nivi surrendered to the pleasure — body relaxing into him, back arching slightly.

She stopped complaining — her grip on his penis slowly losing strength as waves built, pleasure taking over what she missed for years.
He slowly asked, lips at her ear, "When did you have satisfying sex last.."

Nivi didn't reply — just moaned softly, head falling back against his shoulder.

He found the spot that made her back arch sharp — fingers pressing, rubbing.
Thumb on clit — steady pressure, circles tightening.
Building her slowly. Higher.

Her moans soft — muffled against his neck as she buried her face there, hiding the sounds.
Breaths coming in gasps — short, desperate.
He kissed her ear, whispered.
“Let go for me. I want to feel you come.”

He lifted from the bed slightly and quickly went under the bedsheet — movement fluid, determined.

He pulled panties completely down — slowly, reverently — letting the cool air hit her wetness, making her shiver.
She was soaked — glistening in the low light.
He groaned softly at the sight — low, hungry.

Then lowered his mouth.
The first touch of his tongue — warm, flat, slow — made her gasp loud, body jolting.
He tasted her like she was the only thing that mattered — long, deliberate licks from entrance to clit.
Circles around her clit — tight, focused.

Then gentle sucking — pulling the sensitive bud between lips.
She arched off the bed — hands fisting the sheets, knuckles white.
Under the thin bedsheet, her body moved like a wave — hips rolling, thighs trembling.
He held her thighs open — gentle but firm, not letting her close.
Tongue dipping inside her — fucking her with it slow.

Then back to her clit — relentless, perfect pressure, speed varying to keep her on edge.
She moaned — soft at first, then louder, broken, desperate.

“Rohan…”

He didn’t stop.

He knew this was the right moment.

He crawled back up.
Body over hers.
Skin on skin — sweat-slick, hot.
His cock — hard again, aching — slid along her slick folds.
Pressed at her entrance.
Both wet.
Ready.

He looked into her eyes — pleading, loving, asking without words.
She felt him there — thick, hot, wanting to fill her.
Her breath hitched.

The moment stretched — charged, inevitable.

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Chapter 33 – Affair Consumated

The room was thick with the scent of their shared heat — musk and jasmine from her skin, the faint salt of sweat mingling in the air. The bedsheet rumpled beneath them, a tangled mess from their earlier explorations, now the only barrier between their bodies and the cool night.

Rohan's cock — hard again, thick and veined, pulsing with need — slid slowly along her slick folds, teasing the entrance with deliberate pressure. The wet glide was audible in the quiet — a soft, slippery sound that made her shiver. Both of them drenched, her arousal coating him, making every inch ready for what was coming.

He pressed forward just enough to part her slightly, the head nestling at her opening, hot and insistent against her warmth.
Both wet.
Ready.

He looked into her eyes — pleading, loving, the vulnerability in his gaze mixing with raw hunger, begging without words for her to let him in.
She felt him there — thick, hot, wanting, the blunt tip stretching her just a fraction, a promise of fullness that made her core clench involuntarily.
Her breath hitched, chest rising and falling rapidly, nipples hardened against the nighty fabric.

“No…” she whispered, hand pressing flat on his chest, fingers splayed against the firm muscle, feeling his heartbeat thunder under her palm. “Not now… please.”

The words were soft, conflicted — a last thread of resistance, guilt flickering in her eyes like a dying flame.

But Rohan knew the trick — the secret weakness he'd learned from the Aaravind past story about Nivi, the one spot that unraveled her.

He brought his face down swiftly, mouth latching onto her neck — the sensitive curve where pulse met skin.

Started sucking and licking — wet, hot tongue lapping in slow circles, teeth grazing lightly, lips pulling the flesh into his mouth with rhythmic suction.
The weak point.

He once mentioned it when Rohan offered him CEO posting for details on Nivi , but now he weaponized it — sucking harder, tongue flicking relentlessly, sending jolts of electric pleasure straight to her core.

Nivi gasped — a sharp, involuntary sound — her body betraying her, arching into him as the sensation overwhelmed.

Her hand on his chest weakened, fingers curling into his skin instead of pushing.

His hips rocked down subtly, hand guiding his cock — continued to try its luck, nudging the entrance, slipping in just the tip amid her growing wetness.

The neck assault intensified — bites now, soft nips that made her moan low, throat vibrating under his mouth.



11:55 Pm same time in Chennai 

Prem finally grabbed his courage…
He typed: I know you are brilliant but I'm sorry i was all myself…

He clicked enter..





11:55 Pm Bangalore



Rohan's thick, nerve-running penis finally entered her way — slow at first, the head breaching her tight warmth with a wet, sucking sound as her body yielded.



Nivi let out a big moan — loud, throaty, echoing in the room — that drowned out the faint WhatsApp notification ping from her phone on the nightstand.



The moan stretched — surprised, pleasured, conflicted — as he pushed deeper, inch by inch, filling her completely.

Nivi realised the thing which she didn't want is happening right away — the penetration, the fullness, the betrayal of her own body clenching around him.



She opened her mouth to say something — "Rohan, wait..." — but he brought his lips crashing down on hers in a lip-lock, swallowing her words, tongue invading deep and insistent.



Started moving his hips faster — thrusts controlled at first, but building, in and out with a steady rhythm.

In control — his body pinning hers, hands on her hips guiding the pace.





11.57 PM In Chennai


Prem typed a long paragraph

Typing deleting

Typing deleting — fingers hesitant, words not coming right.



Same time at Bangalore 


Rohan didn't leave her mouth — it was a long kiss, tongues battling, muffling her moans as he drove deeper.


His penis solidly crushing the pathway that got tight all these years — the stretch burning sweet, her walls gripping him like velvet vice, every thrust parting her with a wet slap of skin on skin.

He was pushing in, pushing out — deliberate, powerful strokes that made her body jolt with each entry.



12.10 Am  In Chennai..


Prem was looking around the room, eyes landing on her belongings — her favorite saree folded on the chair, the photo of them on the dresser. He picked it up, kissed it softly.


Whispered, "How I missed you," to her image, heart full.


He thought — how about write one note on her and send to WhatsApp.. It would evoke nostalgia, his love letter hidden. Then surprise at party hall..


He wrote a long letter but unsatisfied, tore it into pieces — small shreds scattering on the bed like confetti.



In Bangalore at 12.10 AM


Rohan his hands up — tore her nighty into pieces with a rip, fabric giving way under his grip, he unbuttoned her bra and threw away.. exposing her bare skin under to the cool air. 


Hungry, he bit her nipples hard — teeth grazing, pulling the hardened peaks into his mouth, sucking with fierce need while Nivi in ecstasy, her fingers scratching his hair, nails digging into scalp as waves of pleasure-pain shot through her.



All this while his penis still pounding her hard — relentless thrusts, skin slapping skin with wet, rhythmic sounds, the bed creaking under the force.


@ 12.13 In Chennai..

A strange feel Prem got — he thought he is going love again like in old days, he was jumping in bed joy, heart light, excited for her return.


In Bangalore..

As Rohan continues to pound her.. She stretched her leg more — opening wider, allowing him to go deep, her inner walls clenching around him with every plunge.


Her breasts are bouncing and dancing in the heat — full, fair globes jiggling with each powerful thrust, nipples hard and red from his bites.


12.20 In Chennai..

Prem finally resolute to send a big love message..


Love you Love you love you countless times messages keep coming like a machine gun — frantic, repetitive, flooding her chat.


12.20 Am In Bangalore


Rohan heard the frequent message...tone.. he realized it could be Prem.. But unsure the very thought kicked him — the idea of her husband sending something while he claimed her body — spurring him on.





He turned the deep fuck very fast.. He was storming her and pounding and raised the speed.. He was ramming now — hips slamming with force, the slap-slap-slap of flesh echoing under the sheet, bed shaking.

Nivi started shouting in pain — sharp cries mixed with moans, body trembling as the intensity overwhelmed, pleasure edging into ache.




They came together — orgasm was big and loud.. She shattered around him, walls pulsing, milking him as he flooded her with hot release, groans muffled in her neck.

They suppressed the message again — bodies collapsing, breaths ragged, the phone's notifications lost in the aftermath.

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Updated Chapters 31, 32, and 33. hopefully these last three were good enough with respect to erotism 

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Awesome!!!

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This was unexpected update for early that too from you

Thanks hope the chapters are good.. I'm just free for a day so thought of finish a big

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Chapter 34 – The Morning Messages


2 AM — Chennai

Prem never knew when he fell asleep.

The phone had slipped from his hand onto the pillow, screen still glowing faintly with the last message he’d sent.
Love you. Come home soon. I’m trying to be better. For us.

He had typed and deleted a dozen times before that.

Apologies for the years of control.
Promises to listen more, trust more.

Memories of their early days — the elopement thrill, the tiny room, her smile when he brought home his first paycheck.
Finally, exhaustion took him.

He slept deeply — dreaming of Nivi smiling like she used to, eyes bright with the fire he’d long forgotten.
Hoping tomorrow she’d see his effort.

Feel his change.

2 AM — Bangalore Penthouse



The moaning still filled the room — low, breathless, uncontrolled, a symphony of surrender that echoed off the high ceilings and glass walls.
They were on the second round — after a short break to catch their breath, bodies slick with sweat, sheets twisted and damp beneath them, clinging to skin like a second layer.

Rohan felt it this time.
Nivi was different.
Not just responding — taking.

Her hips rising to meet his thrusts with urgency, grinding back against him, demanding more.
Nails digging deeper into his back, leaving red trails that burned sweetly.

Mouth hungry on his neck, his chest — biting, sucking, marking him as hers with wet, possessive kisses.
She was too much into him.
Lost in him.

Completely surrendered to the rhythm — body moving in perfect sync, every roll of her hips pulling him deeper.
He moved slower now — deeper strokes, grinding against her with every plunge, feeling her clit rub against him, watching her face in the dim light filtering from the city below.

Every gasp that escaped her parted lips — soft, sharp, building.
Every flutter of her closed eyes — lashes trembling.
Every time her brows furrowed in pleasure — lost in the sensation.
She was his.
Completely.

The thought fueled him — thrusts steady, powerful, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing softly in the quiet suite, rhythmic and primal.
Her walls clenched around him — tight, hot, pulling him deeper with every withdrawal, as if refusing to let go.

He groaned into her hair — low, guttural.

She whispered his name — broken, desperate, a plea and a claim.

They came again — her body shuddering beneath him, back arching off the bed, walls pulsing and milking him in waves as he spilled inside, hot pulses filling her, marking her from within.

Collapsed together.

Breaths mingling — heavy, syncing slowly.
Sweat-slick skin cooling in the night air.

No words.

Just the quiet afterglow — hearts pounding in unison, bodies entwined, the world outside forgotten.

Morning — 6 AM, Chennai


Prem woke early, before the sun fully rose.
The room still quiet, shadows long.  He reached for his phone — habit.
No reply from Nivi.

He smiled anyway. She’d be tired. Travelling. Meetings.
Busy.

He lay there a moment, thinking.
How Nivi used to wake early — coffee brewing, Aara’s lunch packed, everything ready before he stirred.

He had taken it for granted.
Pushed her dreams aside.

Today, he’d make dinner.
Surprise her when she returned.

Show her the change was real.

He got up quietly — careful not to wake Aara in the next room.
Started the coffee machine.

The aroma filled the kitchen.
Felt good.
Like hope.

7 AM — Bangalore Penthouse


Sun rays scattered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, golden light spilling across the tangled sheets, warming bare skin.
Nivi woke slowly — body heavy, deliciously sore.
Felt the weight.
Heavy.
Warm.

Rohan — asleep on top of her, face buried in the curve of her neck, breath steady against her skin.
Arm dbangd possessively across her waist, holding her close.

His body still joined to hers — cock nestled deep inside, semi-hard from the night, filling her even in sleep.
She froze.

Memories flooded — the passion, the surrender, the multiple rounds until exhaustion.
Then shifted slightly — testing, adjusting.

The movement woke him.
He stirred — morning erection swelling instantly, thickening inside her, stuffing her fuller, stretching the sensitive walls anew.
A moan escaped her lips — involuntary, surprised, pleasure-pain sharp.

He lifted his head, eyes sleepy but darkening with want.
“Good morning, baby…”
Baby?

Nivi’s eyes widened.
Shocked.
“When did you start calling me…”
He silenced her with a slow grind of his hips — deep, deliberate circle that made her gasp.
From now on.

She stopped him — hand on his chest, fingers pressing.
“No… today we need to return. At least give me time to fresh up…”
But Rohan pulled her closer, lips brushing hers.
Kissed her — deep, lazy, morning taste of sleep and sex.

Round four started.
Slow.
Intense.



He moved with purpose — long strokes, grinding clit on every push, hand cupping breast, thumb teasing nipple.
She surrendered again — legs wrapping his waist, pulling deeper.

Felt spoiled by him.

A happiness — raw, new, better than anything with Prem.
When they came — shuddering together, quiet cries into each other’s mouths, bodies clenching in unison.
She reached for her phone on the nightstand — hand trembling slightly.
Screen lit up.


Dozens of notifications.
Prem.

No questions. Just presence.
The messages unread.
But there. Accusing..

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Woh great yaar what a imagination marvles I think this story has been going on top stories of this site good job

Thanks a lot..

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Your pacing the story superbly.. keep going

Thanks

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when you asked me for opinion , i was little hesitant as i have read only few portions of story . But now i feel it is coming out good .

Keep the good work .

Thank you brother..

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Highly erotic update.. showing prem's desperation alongside Nivi's debauchery with Rohan is brilliant..  makes the scene so much more erotic. In my opinion this story doesn't require any additional pics.. highly erotic writing!

Thanks a lot i just want to pass viewers an idea about visuals..

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Absolute erotic update bro wonderful narration excellent work

Keep going like this

Thanks

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good work again . Your imagination is good .You have hooked me to your story .

Glad you liked it :)

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lovely writing friend.. enjoying the story as well as the novela.
i wanted to read till end and provide my reply, but cant hold myself.
story plot is going good, narrative is perfect
and loved the way the romance and sex came up and went

Thank you friend...

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one hell of a ride till now... good that the flashback was right pitch with key chapters and details...
yes we dont' know nivi's perspective.... and would love tounderstand and explore as well

so some of my assumtions
1. Aravind after meeting prem and with their history, i believe he wont easily leave prem and nivi. so he is going to come back
2. Prakash is a dead animal, but he got huge beatings fro other family where he had played. But but but,we don't know what happened to Rakesh at security officer stations. Did he escape? If rakesh is to take revenge it is first on Prakash, but if they both meet and wanted Nivi, the story may take lots of twists
3. Pratap if he wanted nivi (i dont think so), he could have done or tried anything in the 9 years, so we can still consider Pratap as a guide figure for the family

Even though the episodes we done, i wanted to share my thoughs.. let me see where do i stand and where the story has progressed so far

Looks like you are in middle of the story as you said earlier :) Hope it works well till latest chapter

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Chapter 34 – The Morning Messages


As Rohan grunted — heavy, final thrusts — his release flooded her, hot pulses deep inside, filling her with warmth that made her body clench one last time.

Nivi's hips ached from the intensity, thighs trembling, body still trembling in aftershocks, slick and spent beneath him.
She reached blindly for the phone on the nightstand — just to check the time, ground herself in reality.

The screen lit up under her fingers.
Dozens of notifications.
Prem.
Love you — countless times.
Long messages.
Apologies.
Promises.
Her heart stopped.
Shock froze her — breath catching, eyes widening in the dim morning light.

Rohan's penis still hard inside her — buried deep, pulsing with lingering aftershocks, keeping them joined.
He crashed on her — hugging tight, face buried in her neck, arms wrapping possessively around her waist, holding her like he never wanted to let go.

Breathing heavy against her skin.

He felt the unease immediately — her body tensing under him, the sudden stiffness where moments ago there had been surrender.

Yet he made small movements — slow rolls of hips, subtle thrusts, stirring the wetness, keeping the connection alive.
Sensing her distraction.

Rohan whispered, voice rough with satisfaction and curiosity.
“Anything wrong, baby?”
Nivi's voice small, barely audible.
“Prem messaged me…”

Hearing her husband's name — Rohan's penis throbbed harder.
Instant.
Thicker.

He hugged tighter — arms like bands, pulling her flush against him.

Prepared for another round — body ready, mind ignited.
Growled low in her ear.
Licked her neck — slow, wet trails along the curve.
Then sucked the weak spot — lips sealing, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough.
Tickling sensation.
Electric pleasure shooting straight to her core.

She shivered — body betraying, hips shifting involuntarily, a soft gasp escaping.

Rohan’s fantasy soared — the cuckold thrill he'd harbored in dark corners.

Prem sending texts while he was buried inside her.

Last night, the message tones had sped his thrusts — the thought alone kicking him into frenzy.

Now — the name on her lips, messages there — perfect fuel.
He could go again.
Forever.

Claim her while her husband begged for love.

But he sensed hesitation — the shift in her breath, the tension returning.

She might turn against him.
Even after everything — the surrender, the ecstasy.
He stopped.

Slowly pulled out — wet slide, both gasping at the sudden emptiness, her walls clenching around nothing.
Turned position.

Sat beside her — sheet pulled up modestly.
Saw the tears welling in her eyes.

“Baby… anything wrong?”
She showed the phone silently — screen full of Prem's desperate love.

She looked slapped — hard, face pale, eyes wide with shock and guilt.
Rohan knew.

Internal curse: Bastard. I just started. Anal, deepthroat, positions left… he's blocking already.
Outward — calm.
Comforting.

“It’s good. Good he’s trying to prove himself.”
She whispered, voice breaking.

“I did this… cheating… when he was returning to me…”
Rohan put a finger on her lips — gentle, silencing.

“This is pleasure. That’s love. Don’t mix.”
“Yes, I love you too. But we know it.”
and i' wont judge you for what you are now... i know how lovely you are.. its just your husband is lucky.. you love him

“You’re practical. We entered this knowing the rules.”
“As long as we hide… nothing he can find.”

“Better I give you back to him.”
“And yes — whenever we’re here, we can be this way. You can be yourself.”
“But in Chennai… live for society.”

Rohan never gave a real Opportunity for her to think .. he feed what he wanted to know.. a practical solution without breaking their affair.. and her marital life.

“One more time — don’t say you cheated him. We chose this.”
“I won’t enter your marriage as long as he treats you good.”

He kissed her forehead — tender, lingering.
Then a quick one on the lips — soft, reassuring.

Her response mixed — confusion, paranoia, lingering want in her eyes.
Then she finally spoke, voice firming.

"We had enough… give me breathing space. Let me think..."

Rohan gave the space he stood.. this is the first time Nivi saw him nude standing around.. he managed to pull a stunt that she barely had a sight of a muscualar man so manly nude before her...

Rohan moved towards pool.. nude dick throbing..


She looked herself then got back to reality.. she had too many question.. what if he catch her.. what if prem get to know.. how will i look at his face.. what i will do.. how i was this mindless.. reckless what have you done Nivii..


Moments later.

Prem called Rohan.
The ring echoed in the quiet room.
Nivi shocked knowing it was prem calling Rohan — eyes wide.

"Why is he calling you? Did he smell something?"
She panicked — heart racing.
Rohan calm. "Calm down. I'll take it. No one will have an idea about us stop panicking"

Nivi: "Put on speaker."

Speaker on.
Prem: “When’s your flight? Thought you’d come early.”
Rohan smooth, lying perfectly: “Sorry, buddy. Last night too much to explore and analyze in new business. Discussed late, slept late.”

Nivi watching — wondering why call Rohan, not her.
Rohan: “Didn’t Nivi tell you?”
Prem: “No, I didn’t call her.”

Rohan: “Okay, I’m yet to see her — maybe still sleeping? She might be tired after your regular calls. Should I knock her door?”

He lied perfectly to maintain the image — separate rooms.

Nivi raised thumbs up subtly — relief, admiration at his quick thinking.

Prem laughed lightly. "No, no — don't disturb her."
“Okay. I’m arriving at airport to pick her, Just text me the arrival time. Don’t tell — surprise.”
Nivi looked at Rohan — eyes wide again.
Then went to bath.
Long.

Hot water pouring over her — trying to wash away the night, the scents, the soreness.
Present better. Forget.
For Prem’s change.

If not for that — it wouldn’t feel like a one-night stand. But he did.

As Prem gave what she expected .. She wanted home.
Where her soul was — or used to be.

Then they got ready for the flight.