Update 52
Praveen wanted to pick Sukanya from her home, but she refused. He wished, some day she will invite him to her flat. He eagerly waited for her at the mall. He could not hold his excitement. He called her.
Praveen: My Juliet. Where are you? Your Romeo is waiting restlessly.
Sukanya: Cool down. I’m just a few minutes away. Where should I meet you?
Praveen: No. I will come to meet you. Which entrance are you approaching?
Sukanya: I’ll be reaching at the Metro station entrance.
Praveen: I’ll be there to receive you.
He was waiting at the drop off point. Every auto that approached the gate, he would look into it to check if she had arrived. People gave a weird look at him. He didn’t care. He was so eager to meet her. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she appeared like an angel. His smile widened and he looked very cute with that smile. Sukanya adored his smile. She smiled back as the auto approached the entrance. Instead of approaching the auto, he stood there transfixed, jaw dropped. She giggled as she saw him. She got off the auto and stood before him with a taunting smile. He noticed that she wore her saree way below than she usually wears.
Sukanya: Shall we go?
He came out of his trance and nodded. As they entered the mall.
Sukanya: Where do we go now?
Praveen: Shall we go to a movie?
Sukanya: I told you, I have to leave by 8 PM.
As soon as she said that he was disappointed.
Sukanya: You look disappointed.
He showed her his watch. The watch showed 6:15 PM. She did not realize that it was this late. She spent a lot of time at her wardrobe. She wanted to be careful in her outlook, but overlooked the time.
Sukanya: I’m really so sorry. I didn’t check the time.
Praveen shrugged casually as if to say that he did not have a choice.
Sukanya: I’m really sorry da.
Praveen: It’s ok di…
He was hesitant in calling her di face to face although he did it many times in phone. She gave a knowing smile and started to walk into the mall.
Sukanya: Let’s have ice cream
Praveen nodded with a smile. They still maintained a respectable distance as they walked. As they kept walking towards Baskin Robbins, Praveen started to control his laugh. Sukanya observed him.
Sukanya: What’s so funny for you? Share the joke with me also.
He pointed towards an advertisement of Royal Stag.
Sukanya: What’s funny about that?
Praveen: What’s Royal in being a stag? Only a stag knows.
He feigned a sympathetic look. Sukanya laughed at his attempt to make a sad face.
Sukanya: Hahaha. Why are you so worried about being a stag? It’s only temporary.
Praveen: You say that to a college kid. I’m 24 years old.
Sukanya suppressed her laughter and taunted him.
Praveen: How old are you?
Sukanya: You shouldn’t be asking me that question.
Praveen: Ok… We only have one hour thirty-nine minutes.
He said keenly looking at his watch which made her laugh.
Praveen: It will be funny to you. I only have limited time. I don’t know what to do.
She again laughed and looked back towards the Royal Stag ad board. She is also keen to feel the pub atmosphere once, but she’s hesitant. She’s strict against alcohol.
Sukanya: Will they all drink in the pub?
Praveen: Of course they do. But we can also have non-alcoholic drinks if we want. Why do you ask?
Sukanya: I’m fed up of you crying stag, stag.
He did not get it at first. When he thought about it, his smile appeared from ear to ear.
Praveen: What I’m thinking is right? You mean… you… you…
Sukanya: Yes. But no alcohol.
Praveen: Yes. No alcohol.
He was so eager and also nervous. He was smiling but his lips were shivering. Sukanya enjoyed his nervous behavior.
Praveen: I’ll check the nearest pub. We’ll go there.
He did not want to waste time travelling.
Praveen: Can I suggest you something?
Sukanya: What?
Praveen: Can you have a change of dress? Saree won’t be appropriate.
Sukanya: Oh yeah. I think, we’ll drop the plan.
Praveen: Oh! No, no.
When he was about to speak, she interrupted him.
Sukanya: Stop this beggar chooser crap. We’ll get a more appropriate dress.
Praveen was on cloud nine. He almost ran towards the lifestyle store as every minute counted for him. Sukanya followed him with a smile. He did not spend much time selecting her a dress. He picked an orange top and a black skirt. She looked perfect in it.
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She would look great in any dress, in fact. She changed to the new dress and they quickly rushed to the parking. The dress she worn while coming, she stashed it in her handbag. Praveen’s heart beat rose as she sat beside him in the dress he chose. He had never seen her venture out in modern dress. When she was doing it for the first time for him, he felt proud. They did not speak as they moved towards the pub. Sukanya was tempted to cancel the plan as she had decided in haste. She was not ready for it. But it was too late to be recalled, looking at the excitement of Praveen. As he parked the car, he looked at the pub in deep thought.
Sukanya: What are you looking at?
Praveen: I’m looking at the pub which laughed at me all these years. Now, I’ll proudly say that the delay is because there is an angel waiting for me.
She felt proud of his appreciation and smiled lightly. As he stood there transfixed, she cleared her throat bringing him out of his trance.
Praveen: Oh yeah. I’m losing time. Let’s go.
They walked towards the pub. As the bouncers opened the door for him, he gave a proud look. Sukanya was feeling a bit nervous and scared as the place looks very chaotic. She involuntarily held Praveen’s hand very tightly. He felt hot blood rush through his veins. He reciprocated by holding back her hand. As they walked in, he picked a corner seat. They both sat on the couple sofa. He was clueless as he was in a pub for the first time. He did not want Sukanya to look down on him.
Praveen: Hey babe. What do you want to drink?
Sukanya (With a giggle): Babe? What happened to you?
Praveen: It’s the atmosphere.
Sukanya: Bring me a lemon soda.
She did not object as the atmosphere was very much charged. He walked to the counter and ordered two lemon soda. He walked back to the cozy sofa and sat beside her. She took one soda and they started sipping it looking around. Everyone was enjoying. It can be said that everyone except the two of them were drunk. The negative with the pub is that they cannot talk to each other due to the noise. Praveen tried to talk, but his words were drowned in the noise. Sukanya smiled and nodded in negative. He came closer to her and spoke in her ear. In the attempt, his lips slightly brushed her ear. It was an innocent move, but unexpectedly the proximity stirred something within them. In a reflex, Sukanya retracted before he spoke a word. He felt guilty, but Sukanya knew that it was not his mistake. She smiled and blew away his tension. She asked in sign, like what. He also responded in sign, like dance. He pointed towards the dance floor. She refused. They started slowly sipping the lemon soda. As Praveen sat pitifully, Sukanya thought there was no harm in a dance as she trusted that Praveen was a decent guy. She looked at him and signaled that she is ok for a dance. Praveen was elated. He almost jumped from his seat in excitement. Sukanya nodded her head and placed her glass on the table. They walked towards the frenzy crowd. As expected, Praveen maintained his decency. There were a bunch of guys dancing with their girls. But their eyes were on Sukanya. They deliberately moved in the direction Sukanya with their backs towards her and dashed her, as if by accident. One of two instances she let it go. But it kept continuing. They aim their touch at her ass and hips. She reacted uncomfortably, but they did not relent. They would bump their ass on her ass as if accident. She understood that they were deliberately doing it. As time passed, they turned more and more brazen. She felt a palm on her ass and a tight squeeze. She squealed. She pushed Praveen in their direction. She asked him if they can leave. The music was so loud that he did not hear it. Meanwhile the music stopped. The DJ stopped to change the song and they heard them talking.
Their talk: Looks like the guy with that sexy bitch is a kid. She needs a real man.
Praveen got furious. He was about to get into a fight with them. But they were more than 4 and massively built. She stopped him and the guys noticed him.
One of the gang: Hey, look at this cute boy, trying to act a hero.
Other guy: You want to act a hero? Are you a man enough?
Saying so he punched Praveen on his chest. He tried to reach out to the man who punched him, the other guy stopped him and poured the alcohol from his glass all over him. He also picked another glass from his friend and poured it over him and laughed tauntingly. Meanwhile the bouncers rushed in and held the gang and dragged them out of the pub. Their girls also followed them. Suddenly there was silence, but absolute humiliation for Praveen. He stood there, tears in his eyes. Sukanya held his hand and pulled him towards their sofa. As she held him, it was slippery as he was drenched in alcohol. She tried to clean him with tissue papers, but it did not help. As she left her handbag in the car, she could not get any cloth. He sat there trying to move his face away from Sukanya. She understood that he was so embarrassed. There is no bigger embarrassment than an insult in front of a girl you’re trying to impress. He was trying to say something, but the music resumed and he needs to talk loudly. With the grief struck in his throat, he can’t talk. He held her hand and signalled as if asking if they can go away. She nodded.
They walked through the crowd who looked mockingly at him. He rushed out and almost ran to the car. He quickly went behind the wheel and she sat beside him. Without any delay he started the car and subconsciously drove it to his house. Sukanya also did not realize. As he stopped, he looked at Sukanya with an embarrassed smile.
Praveen: Sorry, I was so absent minded I drove here. I’ll drop you where you want me to drop.
Sukanya: It’s alright. It’s only 7:30. There 30 minutes more.
Praveen tried to smile, but a tear squeezed out of his eye. Sukanya held his hand and squeezed lightly in assurance. She forced a smile. They got out of the car. He opened the door to his house.
Sukanya: What? Your house is locked! Are you living here alone?
Praveen: Yeah. My father and mother both are abroad. They sometimes come to visit me.
Sukanya: Don’t you have any maid or servant?
Praveen: I ask them to come only on Sundays as I pretty much manage myself. I actually like to stay alone.
Sukanya: Oh. I’m sorry. Then I must be intruding.
Praveen genuinely laughed at her taunt.
Praveen: You are the very few people whom, I’m comfortable with.
As she walked into the house, the interior of the lavish bungalow was nothing short of breathtaking, exuding an unmistakable aura of royalty and grandeur. The enormous entrance hall stretched beneath an imposing high ceiling, from which magnificent crystal chandeliers hung like glittering crowns, casting a warm, regal glow across the polished floors.
A plush red carpet ran through the center of the hall, leading to a spectacular staircase nearly twenty feet wide. At its ascent, the grand staircase divided elegantly into two sweeping flights, each curving toward opposite ends of the first floor, creating a dramatic and majestic focal point.
Massive pillars rose along the hall, richly adorned with intricate carvings and ornate golden detailing, giving the entire space the character of a royal palace. Tall, expansive windows allowed streams of natural light to flood the room, while luxurious curtains framed them, their deep fabric finished with shimmering golden borders.
Every element of the bungalow seemed carefully chosen to convey opulence, from the gleaming floors and elaborate architectural details to the lavish furnishings and commanding proportions. It was less like an ordinary home and more like a private palace, where grandeur and elegance came together in perfect harmony. As she was wondering, Praveen spoke.
Praveen: Hey. There is a bathroom at that end. You can get yourself freshened.
Sukanya: I will. But you need to get freshened first.
As she said that she felt guilty as she might have instigated his insult he had in the pub. But he smiled and replied.
Praveen: I’ll use the bathroom at the other end.
Sukanya was glad that he did not take it offensively. She went to the bathroom and looked stunned. A deep freestanding jacuzzi was placed beneath a large window, surrounded by warm marble and softly illuminated by recessed lighting. Brushed-gold fixtures add a refined touch, while natural stone, light wood cabinetry, and plush white towels create a calm, sophisticated palette. A frameless glass shower stands nearby, with a rainfall showerhead and subtle ambient lighting. Large mirrors reflect the gentle glow of concealed LED strips, and a few carefully placed plants bring a touch of greenery into the space. She was utterly impressed by the opulence. She toured the bathroom in wonder. She got freshened. She felt thirsty. She went looking for water which she found in the kitchen as she loitered around for some time. She drank some water and walked back, but she felt lost. She could not find her way back. She looked into each room, but she could not locate where she came from.
As she opened one door, she was shocked. She saw Praveen standing in front of the dressing table, rinsing his head with a towel, while his whole lean body was naked. As he vigorously rinsed his hair, covering his face in the act, his huge cock swung in tandem. It was not hard, but still over 6 inches. She wondered how big it would be if it is hard. She stood frozen as she gawked at his magnificent cock.
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She suddenly shook out of trance and panicked that she should not get caught in the act, as she felt so ashamed. She quickly walked away, her heart still beating loud. She did not want to wander too much and get lost. She sat on a sofa in the hall. She saw an antique style gramophone at one end. She walked to it and look at it in appreciation.
Praveen: It’s my grandfather’s favorite.
She jerked back as she saw him standing before her wearing a black three fourth shorts and a black turtle neck. His hair was wet as he had just come out of the bath. She calmed down and smiled at him.
Sukanya: Nice place you got. You’ve got to be lucky.
He responded with a sarcastic smile.
Sukanya: You don’t seem proud of it.
Praveen: What’s a place without a few people you like to live with?
Sukanya: What are you saying? Don’t your parents live with you?
Praveen: Well, they visit me sometimes, maybe once or twice a year. I’m not as lucky as you or anybody else in our class. I would trade lives with you anytime with great joy.
His voice was shaky. He was in tears. She held his hand and rubbed the back of his hand. He wiped his tears.
Praveen: Today is the happiest day of my life.
Sukanya: Are you sure?
He understood what she meant.
Praveen: Forget about getting beaten. I’m ready to lose my arm in exchange for a few minutes to spend with you.
She laughed loud beyond her control.
Sukanya: You are crazy.
Praveen: Whatever you say, it’s time to celebrate.
Sukanya: Open the champagne then.
She laughed.
Praveen: Good idea.
Saying so he walked to a closet and pressed a knob. It flipped horizontally and a minibar appeared. She looked at it amusingly. He picked a bottle and two glasses which were hung upside down. Sukanya did not realize he will bring the champagne. He placed the glasses on the table and poured in both the glasses. He handed one glass to her, before she could object.
Praveen: Cheers.
He gulped it down. She had never had a drink. He saw that she was hesitant to drink.
Praveen: It’s not much of alcohol. Even then, if you feel uncomfortable, I’ll get something for you.
Saying so, he went to the bar to find some lemon soda or strawberry syrup. He picked both and walked towards her, but saw an empty glass on the table. She smiled at him. He smiled back and placed the bottles on the table.
Praveen: Would you like some music?
Sukanya: Why not?
He walked to the gramophone and picked a few discs and examined them. He chose on and played some old Ilayaraja music.
Sukanya: (mockingly) Don’t you have older music?
Praveen: Hehehe. This is the latest music in the collection. I told you this is my grandfather’s collection. He died around twenty years before.
Sukanya: You seem to love your grandfather so much.
Praveen; How can you say that?
Sukanya: You treasure his beloved possession so much.
Praveen: Yes. He loved me so much, actually. Dance?
Sukanya: Sure.
They danced for the slow music. Sukanya was so light on her feet and elegant in her moves. Praveen was a bad dancer, but she liked his confidence that he did not shy away. As the song ended, Praveen proceeded to pour himself a drink. He looked at Sukanya.
Praveen: You want a soda. Or you want me to get you some candies.
He mocked her for fun and she took her glass and handed hit to him as if to say she was not a kid. She showed a mock indignation and asked him to pour her one. She felt the drink very light. Praveen thought for a second before pouring her a drink. They finished the drink and went for another song. She enjoyed the ambience and his company, not to mention, the music. She did not realize how many drinks they had, but during one of the songs, when Praveen swung her, she felt dizzy. She stopped spinning, but her head continued to spin. She saw that the chandelier lights showed in multiples. She puked on herself so much and she shut her eyes. Whatever happened after that was so hazy for her. She felt like she was carried away. She felt like she was floating, horizontally. She felt like she fell down on a bunch of clouds, so soft and velvety. She saw starts all over. She also felt someone fall over her. Her dress got ripped off one by one. She tried to protest, but there was no strength in her protest. She raised her arm and she vaguely felt her top slipped through her head. Then her waist was raised and her skirt was pulled down her silky legs. She still didn’t know it for sure. She felt the cold breeze hit her naked skin. She felt nauseating, but she was relieved with the sound of a clasp. Now her nipples felt the chill air. Then she started feeling chillness all over her body. She felt a violent stir. Her body became wet little by little. She would feel the warm wetness all over her body. She did not know what it was. She had goosebumps all over her body. She shuddered at each touch. She then felt a warmth cover her body. Her eyes were so heavy that she could not open her eyes all along. She gradually drifted to a calm peaceful sleep.
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