Chapter 1: Shadows of the Quarters
The steady hum of the ceiling fan echoed through the silent house as the mourners left one by one. Aruna stood in the corner, her small eyes scanning the emptying hall with a detached expression. She wore a white saree, neatly draped, her tall, curvy frame casting a shadow against the fading afternoon light. Her father’s sudden death had shocked many, but for Aruna, it was more complicated than grief. His death meant she would now have to live with her stepbrother Babu and his overbearing mother.
Babu’s mother, Sunanda, was everything Aruna despised—strong, authoritative, and unapologetically confident in her power. As a high-ranking government officer, she commanded respect in her professional circle and at home. To Aruna, though, Sunanda was nothing more than an obstacle to be tolerated.
“Aruna, beta,” Sunanda said, her tone firm but cordial, “This is your home now. Don’t hesitate to ask for anything you need.”
Aruna forced a smile. “Thank you, aunty. I’ll try not to be a burden.”
Babu, standing awkwardly to the side, smiled nervously. At twenty, he was tall but carried a slight chubbiness, his round face framed by long, unkempt hair. He adored his mother and had always admired Aruna from afar, despite the coldness she often directed his way.
“You’ll like it here, Akka” Babu said, his voice gentle. “We’ll make sure you’re comfortable.”
Aruna nodded but said nothing. Comfortable? That was never the plan. She knew exactly what she wanted: security. She had no intention of working, despite her education just to be burden on Sunanda, and she trusted Sunanda’s sense of duty to take care of her, at least for the foreseeable future. As the days passed, Aruna began to settle into the household. She wore her sarees meticulously, presenting an image of a grieving but dignified woman. Sunanda ensured she had everything she needed, from a spacious room to financial support, but Aruna’s mind was always calculating, observing the dynamics between mother and son.
Babu, oblivious to his step-sister’s disdain, tried his best to include her in conversations and family meals. His innocence was both endearing and frustrating to Aruna, who couldn’t fathom how someone could be so naive.
“Babu,” she said one evening, her voice soft and sweet, “You’re such a kind soul. It’s no wonder your mother raised you so well.”
Babu’s face lit up, his dark wheatish complexion glowing under the dim light. “Thank you, Akka. I’m just glad you’re here with us.”
She smiled, but her thoughts were elsewhere. For Aruna, every word and gesture was a carefully constructed move in a game she intended to win.
A few days passed by, the house settling into a quiet rhythm as everyone adjusted to the new normal. Aruna spent her time observing the household dynamics, while Sunanda buried herself in her demanding work. Then, one evening, Purushotham visited. He leaned against the doorway, his sharp eyes scanning the room with practiced ease. At thirty, he exuded an easy confidence, his lean frame and broad shoulders giving him a commanding presence. Purushotham had been a constant presence through the family’s hardest times—when Babu’s father was in the hospital, and the fragile threads holding their lives together began to unravel.
“Aunty,” he said, his voice low but firm, “How are you” he added.
Sunanda looked at him, her face lighting up. His presence felt like a reassuring anchor in her now turbulent world. Despite her position and financial stability, the lack of family support weighed heavily on her. As a second wife, she had been shunned by both her family and her late husband’s relatives. The house, spacious and well-furnished, felt emptier with each passing day.
“Not good, Purushotham,” she replied, her tone formal. “But, We’ll manage.”
Babu stood nearby, listening quietly. He admired Purushotham, not just for his loyalty to the family but also for the way he seemed to command respect wherever he went.
“Purushotham, will you stay for dinner?” Babu asked, his voice hopeful.
Purushotham smiled. “Not tonight, Babu. But I’ll visit soon.”
Aruna, sitting in a corner, observed the interaction with mild interest. She had met Purushotham only a handful of times, but there was something about him that piqued her curiosity. He was cunning—that much was clear—and his charm wasn’t lost on her.
“Aruna,” Purushotham said, turning to her, “You’re settling in well, I hope?”
She nodded, her lips curving into a practiced smile. “Yes, thank you. It’s been... an adjustment.”
“Good,” he replied, his tone unreadable. “This family needs stability now more than ever.”
Aruna wondered what role Purushotham played in their lives. He seemed deeply involved, yet distant, as if he was there when needed but careful not to overstep. His presence lingered even after he left, a reminder that the family’s web of relationships was more complex than it appeared.
The government quarters were a sprawling complex surrounded by manicured gardens and guarded gates. For Sunanda, it was simply where she lived—a functional space close to her office. But for Aruna, it was an opportunity she wasn’t going to waste. After Babu left for college in a different city, the dynamic of the household shifted. With Sunanda engrossed in her demanding job, Aruna had the run of the place. The servants, assigned by the government, attended to every need—cleaning, cooking, and running errands.
“Aruna Madam, would you like tea?” the housemaid asked one lazy afternoon.
“Yes, make it strong,” Aruna replied, reclining on the plush sofa in the living room. She had adjusted to this lifestyle with remarkable ease, her conservative demeanor masking her growing sense of entitlement.
Sunanda returned home late most evenings, her shoulders heavy with the weight of bureaucracy. She rarely had time to notice the subtle changes in Aruna’s behavior—the way she had begun to treat the servants as her personal staff or the way she subtly rearranged the house to suit her tastes.
“Aruna,” Sunanda said one evening as they sat down for dinner, “Have you thought about looking for work? You’re educated and capable. It might do you good to have something to focus on.”
Aruna smiled politely. “I appreciate your concern, aunty, but I’m still adjusting to everything. Maybe in a few months.”
Sunanda didn’t press further, her exhaustion overtaking her desire to argue.
As the weeks passed, Aruna grew more comfortable, exploring the perks of living in government quarters. She indulged in the luxuries without hesitation, her small eyes glinting with satisfaction as she instructed the cook to prepare elaborate meals or sent the driver on unnecessary errands. For Aruna, this wasn’t just a phase it was a carefully calculated step toward her menacing goals.
Few days later as Aruna entered the Kitchen, Sunanda sat at the dining table, a stack of biodata sheets spread out before her. Each sheet represented a potential match for Aruna, but the list was short, and the task was proving more challenging than she had anticipated.
“Aruna,” Sunanda said, her voice soft but determined, “You’re not getting any younger. It’s time we find someone for you. I’ve already spoken to a few families.”
Aruna looked up from her book, her expression calm. “Aunty, I’m in no hurry. Besides, marriage at my age is… complicated.”
“Nonsense!” Sunanda replied. “You’re well-educated, traditional, and beautiful. Any man would be lucky to have you.”
Despite Sunanda’s optimism, the process was far from easy. The men she found were either older widowers or middle-aged bachelors with their own quirks. When Sunanda finally managed to arrange a few meetings, Aruna dismissed them all with carefully crafted excuses.
“He seems too focused on his business,” she said of one man.
“This one doesn’t value tradition enough,” she said of another.
Each rejection was accompanied by a reason that seemed plausible, at least to Sunanda, who believed in Aruna’s conservative values and purity. While Aruna’s motivations were more cunning, rooted in her determination to destroy the family.
During one of his visits, Purushotham noticed the tension in the household as Sunanda grew increasingly frustrated with Aruna’s rejections. “Aruna,” he said, his tone firm yet measured, “You’re making this harder than it needs to be. Sunanda is trying her best. Give these men a chance.” Aruna tilted her head, her small eyes narrowing as her voice took on a sweet but calculated tone. “Purushotham, you know how important compatibility is. I can’t settle for just anyone.” Her words, though seemingly reasonable, carried an undercurrent of defiance that didn’t escape him.
Purushotham smirked but said nothing. He had seen through people enough times to know when someone was playing a game. Still, he valued his friendship with the family too much to push the matter further. Sunanda, meanwhile, remained convinced of Aruna’s sincerity. “She just needs the right person,” she told herself, unaware of Aruna’s true intentions. For Aruna, these rejections weren’t about finding the right man. They were about maintaining her current lifestyle—a life of comfort and freedom, supported by Sunanda’s unwavering trust.
Time passed by;
The news of Sunanda’s selection for the national-level conference brought a wave of excitement and pride to the household. It was a prestigious opportunity, one that reaffirmed her status as a respected officer.
“I’ll be away for four days,” Sunanda informed Aruna over breakfast, her tone brimming with both enthusiasm and responsibility. “The conference is important, and I’ll be traveling with my team.”
Aruna’s expression shifted immediately. “Four days? What about me? I can’t stay here alone, aunty. What if something happens?”
Sunanda sighed. “Aruna, this is a secure government complex. Nothing will happen.”
But Aruna persisted, her voice trembling as she added, “You don’t understand. I’ve never been alone for so long. I… I won’t feel safe.”
Sunanda looked at her stepdaughter, guilt flickering across her face. She was torn between her professional duties and her belief that Aruna truly needed her. After a moment’s hesitation, she reached for her phone.
“I’ll call Babu,” she said.
When Babu answered, Sunanda explained the situation. “Babu, I need you to come home for four days. Aruna isn’t comfortable staying alone, and I’ll be away for the conference.”
Babu didn’t hesitate. “Of course, Amma. I’ll apply for leave today and take the first train home.” For Sunanda, it was a compromise she was willing to make. She trusted Babu to handle things in her absence, even if she couldn’t shake the feeling that Aruna’s fear might be exaggerated.
The evening before Sunanda’s departure was a whirlwind of preparation. Papers were neatly packed, files double-checked, and travel arrangements confirmed. Purushotham arrived unannounced, as he often did, his usual smirk in place.
“Congratulations, Aunty,” he said, handing her a small bouquet of flowers. “A national-level conference , quite the achievement.”
Sunanda accepted the flowers with a polite smile. “Thank you, Purushotham. It’s a big responsibility, but I’m ready.”
Aruna watched the exchange from the corner of the room, her expression unreadable. She had grown used to Purushotham’s frequent visits but remained wary of his intentions.
As the evening progressed, Sunanda checked in with Babu.
“Babu,” she said over the phone, “Are you on your way?”
There was a pause before Babu replied, his voice apologetic. “Amma, my lecturer asked us to submit an assignment paper before we leave. I can’t get out of it. I won’t make it home tonight, but I’ll be there first thing in the morning. I promise.”
Sunanda frowned but understood the demands of academics. “Alright, Babu. Just make sure you come home tomorrow. Aruna will be waiting.”
When she hung up, Purushotham raised an eyebrow. “Babu isn’t coming tonight?”
Sunanda sighed. “No, but he’ll be here tomorrow. I trust him to keep his word.”
The next morning, Sunanda left early, her car packed and ready. Purushotham stayed a little longer, offering Aruna a quick reassurance.
As the car drove away, Aruna stood by the window, her mind already racing. She wasn’t sure if Babu would keep his promise, but either way, the house was hers—for now.
Babu sat in the bus, the hours dragging on as he made his way home. He had promised to be there for Aruna, but now he was anxious. The night had already stretched far beyond what he had expected. He called Purushotham
“Babu, I’m here,” Purushotham’s voice came through the line. “There was a delay at college, but don’t worry, I’ve taken a bus”. Babu said “Ok, I’ll stay with Aruna until you get here.” Said Purushotham and ended the call.
Hours later, Babu arrived in the quiet, sleepy complex of government quarters. It was nearly 2 AM, and he hesitated at the front gate, unsure if he should ring the doorbell and risk disturbing Aruna’s sleep. He stood still for a moment, his thoughts swirling.
The quarters, though well-maintained, were old—tall windows and long corridors, the kind of place where a whisper could echo for minutes. He glanced around the darkened yard, then made up his mind.
He approached the side of the building, moving quietly. The house was large, spacious, but the walls and windows held secrets from years of wear. Babu could see into Aruna’s bedroom through a crack in the window.
His breath caught in his throat as he froze, his eyes widening.
The soft murmurs of Purushotham and Aruna having sex filled the quiet night air, a stark contrast to the sound of thoughts in Babu’s head. He felt a mix of anger and betrayal, but also a strange curiosity that kept him rooted to the spot. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the silhouettes moving in unison, the dim bed light casting an eerie glow across the rumpled sheets.
Purushotham’s hips moved with a steady rhythm, his body a testament to the passion that had been building between them. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was muffled by the pillows, but Babu could see the toll it was taking on the bed beneath them, the mattress bouncing slightly with every thrust. The sight was almost mesmerizing, like watching a dance that was both beautiful and forbidden.
Aruna’s moans grew louder, her body responding to the raw, primal instinct that had taken over. Her breasts bounced with each impact, her nipples hard and erect. Babu felt a twinge of arousal despite the rage simmering in his chest, his own cock stiffening in his pants as he watched. He had never seen Aruna like this—his sweet, innocent sister—transformed into a creature of desire by his best friend’s touch.
Without warning, they shifted. Purushotham lifted Aruna’s legs over his shoulders, his dick sliding in and out of her with increased vigor. The new angle allowed Babu an unobstructed view of the intimate act, the glistening wetness of her pussy as it took him in. Each stroke was a silent declaration of their betrayal of Babu’s trust etched into the fabric of his mind.
Aruna’s moans grew more guttural, her body undulating under the force of Purushotham’s thrusts. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her. The sound of skin slapping together was a symphony of lust that seemed to resonate through the entire building. The bed creaked and groaned, a mournful tune accompanying their clandestine coupling.
Purushotham’s dick was a weapon of pleasure, sliding in and out of Aruna’s tight, wet cunt with ease, the slickness of their love juices creating a lewd sucking sound that made Babu’s cock throb painfully. His sister’s pussy was stretched around his best friend’s thick shaft, the sight of which made Babu feel a mix of rage and a perverse excitement. He had never seen Aruna in such a state of sexual abandon, her body moving in ways that were both obscene and mesmerizing.
Her tits bounced with every thrust, the nipples standing erect as if begging for attention. The room was a tableau of raw passion and carnality, the scent of their sex mingling with the faint smell of sweat and desire. Babu’s hand found its way to his crotch, his fingers squeezing his hard-on through his pants, his mind torn between the urge to join them and the need to confront the reality of what he was witnessing.
Purushotham reached around to fondle Aruna’s breasts, his palms cupping and squeezing them roughly. Her nipples were stiff peaks that responded to his touch with a shiver that ran through her body. He pinched and twisted them, eliciting gasps that grew more frequent as he drove into her deeper and faster. Aruna’s pussy was a wet, glistening mess, her juices dripping down her thighs. Purushotham’s cock was slick with her nectar, sliding in and out with an ease that spoke of their familiarity. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, making her scream in pleasure, the sound echoing through the quiet corridors of the government quarters.
With a feral growl, Purushotham flipped Aruna over onto her hands and knees, positioning her in a doggystyle stance that allowed him to plunge into her even deeper. His dick was a piston, moving in and out of her with a rhythm that was both punishing and pleasurable. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass filled the room, a bassline to their symphony of lust. Aruna pushed back into him, her own needs driving her to meet each thrust with eager anticipation. Her cunt was a vice, squeezing him tightly with every push forward, urging him to go faster, deeper.
Babu’s hand moved faster on his cock, the fabric of his pants growing wet with his own precum as he watched the scene before him. The sight of Aruna’s ass bouncing with each impact, her pussy gaping and closing around Purushotham’s thick shaft, was too much to bear. His mind raced with thoughts of what he would do when he finally confronted them. Would he be able to contain his anger, or would he give in to the dark desires that now consumed him?
Purushotham’s grip on Aruna’s hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pumped into her with renewed vigor. He leaned over, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered dirty, possessive nothings into her ear, his breath hot and heavy with lust. Her moans grew more animalistic, each one a whimper of pleasure that seemed to spur him on.
Suddenly, his eyes flickered to the side, catching a movement in the shadows outside the window. There, Babu stood, his hand clenched around his erection, his eyes glued to the scene playing out before him. For a split second, Purushotham’s rhythm faltered, his eyes meeting Babu’s in a silent exchange of shock and understanding. But instead of stopping, Purushotham’s smile grew wider, a twisted, knowing grin that sent a shiver down Babu’s spine. He leaned down and grabbed a handful of Aruna’s hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck, and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. The sound echoed through the room, a stark reminder of Babu’s presence outside.
Without missing a beat, he continued to fuck her, his movements growing more aggressive, more claiming. He pulled her hair harder, using it to guide her head, forcing her to arch her back further and take him deeper. Aruna gasped, her body trembling with the mix of pleasure and pain, her eyes glazed over with desire. The sight of his best friend watching him take his sister, his own hand moving in time with their rhythm, only fueled the fire burning in Purushotham’s belly. He felt a twisted sense of power, a thrill that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He grabbed her hips and slapped her ass again, leaving another handprint to match the first.
The steady hum of the ceiling fan echoed through the silent house as the mourners left one by one. Aruna stood in the corner, her small eyes scanning the emptying hall with a detached expression. She wore a white saree, neatly draped, her tall, curvy frame casting a shadow against the fading afternoon light. Her father’s sudden death had shocked many, but for Aruna, it was more complicated than grief. His death meant she would now have to live with her stepbrother Babu and his overbearing mother.
Babu’s mother, Sunanda, was everything Aruna despised—strong, authoritative, and unapologetically confident in her power. As a high-ranking government officer, she commanded respect in her professional circle and at home. To Aruna, though, Sunanda was nothing more than an obstacle to be tolerated.
“Aruna, beta,” Sunanda said, her tone firm but cordial, “This is your home now. Don’t hesitate to ask for anything you need.”
Aruna forced a smile. “Thank you, aunty. I’ll try not to be a burden.”
Babu, standing awkwardly to the side, smiled nervously. At twenty, he was tall but carried a slight chubbiness, his round face framed by long, unkempt hair. He adored his mother and had always admired Aruna from afar, despite the coldness she often directed his way.
“You’ll like it here, Akka” Babu said, his voice gentle. “We’ll make sure you’re comfortable.”
Aruna nodded but said nothing. Comfortable? That was never the plan. She knew exactly what she wanted: security. She had no intention of working, despite her education just to be burden on Sunanda, and she trusted Sunanda’s sense of duty to take care of her, at least for the foreseeable future. As the days passed, Aruna began to settle into the household. She wore her sarees meticulously, presenting an image of a grieving but dignified woman. Sunanda ensured she had everything she needed, from a spacious room to financial support, but Aruna’s mind was always calculating, observing the dynamics between mother and son.
Babu, oblivious to his step-sister’s disdain, tried his best to include her in conversations and family meals. His innocence was both endearing and frustrating to Aruna, who couldn’t fathom how someone could be so naive.
“Babu,” she said one evening, her voice soft and sweet, “You’re such a kind soul. It’s no wonder your mother raised you so well.”
Babu’s face lit up, his dark wheatish complexion glowing under the dim light. “Thank you, Akka. I’m just glad you’re here with us.”
She smiled, but her thoughts were elsewhere. For Aruna, every word and gesture was a carefully constructed move in a game she intended to win.
A few days passed by, the house settling into a quiet rhythm as everyone adjusted to the new normal. Aruna spent her time observing the household dynamics, while Sunanda buried herself in her demanding work. Then, one evening, Purushotham visited. He leaned against the doorway, his sharp eyes scanning the room with practiced ease. At thirty, he exuded an easy confidence, his lean frame and broad shoulders giving him a commanding presence. Purushotham had been a constant presence through the family’s hardest times—when Babu’s father was in the hospital, and the fragile threads holding their lives together began to unravel.
“Aunty,” he said, his voice low but firm, “How are you” he added.
Sunanda looked at him, her face lighting up. His presence felt like a reassuring anchor in her now turbulent world. Despite her position and financial stability, the lack of family support weighed heavily on her. As a second wife, she had been shunned by both her family and her late husband’s relatives. The house, spacious and well-furnished, felt emptier with each passing day.
“Not good, Purushotham,” she replied, her tone formal. “But, We’ll manage.”
Babu stood nearby, listening quietly. He admired Purushotham, not just for his loyalty to the family but also for the way he seemed to command respect wherever he went.
“Purushotham, will you stay for dinner?” Babu asked, his voice hopeful.
Purushotham smiled. “Not tonight, Babu. But I’ll visit soon.”
Aruna, sitting in a corner, observed the interaction with mild interest. She had met Purushotham only a handful of times, but there was something about him that piqued her curiosity. He was cunning—that much was clear—and his charm wasn’t lost on her.
“Aruna,” Purushotham said, turning to her, “You’re settling in well, I hope?”
She nodded, her lips curving into a practiced smile. “Yes, thank you. It’s been... an adjustment.”
“Good,” he replied, his tone unreadable. “This family needs stability now more than ever.”
Aruna wondered what role Purushotham played in their lives. He seemed deeply involved, yet distant, as if he was there when needed but careful not to overstep. His presence lingered even after he left, a reminder that the family’s web of relationships was more complex than it appeared.
The government quarters were a sprawling complex surrounded by manicured gardens and guarded gates. For Sunanda, it was simply where she lived—a functional space close to her office. But for Aruna, it was an opportunity she wasn’t going to waste. After Babu left for college in a different city, the dynamic of the household shifted. With Sunanda engrossed in her demanding job, Aruna had the run of the place. The servants, assigned by the government, attended to every need—cleaning, cooking, and running errands.
“Aruna Madam, would you like tea?” the housemaid asked one lazy afternoon.
“Yes, make it strong,” Aruna replied, reclining on the plush sofa in the living room. She had adjusted to this lifestyle with remarkable ease, her conservative demeanor masking her growing sense of entitlement.
Sunanda returned home late most evenings, her shoulders heavy with the weight of bureaucracy. She rarely had time to notice the subtle changes in Aruna’s behavior—the way she had begun to treat the servants as her personal staff or the way she subtly rearranged the house to suit her tastes.
“Aruna,” Sunanda said one evening as they sat down for dinner, “Have you thought about looking for work? You’re educated and capable. It might do you good to have something to focus on.”
Aruna smiled politely. “I appreciate your concern, aunty, but I’m still adjusting to everything. Maybe in a few months.”
Sunanda didn’t press further, her exhaustion overtaking her desire to argue.
As the weeks passed, Aruna grew more comfortable, exploring the perks of living in government quarters. She indulged in the luxuries without hesitation, her small eyes glinting with satisfaction as she instructed the cook to prepare elaborate meals or sent the driver on unnecessary errands. For Aruna, this wasn’t just a phase it was a carefully calculated step toward her menacing goals.
Few days later as Aruna entered the Kitchen, Sunanda sat at the dining table, a stack of biodata sheets spread out before her. Each sheet represented a potential match for Aruna, but the list was short, and the task was proving more challenging than she had anticipated.
“Aruna,” Sunanda said, her voice soft but determined, “You’re not getting any younger. It’s time we find someone for you. I’ve already spoken to a few families.”
Aruna looked up from her book, her expression calm. “Aunty, I’m in no hurry. Besides, marriage at my age is… complicated.”
“Nonsense!” Sunanda replied. “You’re well-educated, traditional, and beautiful. Any man would be lucky to have you.”
Despite Sunanda’s optimism, the process was far from easy. The men she found were either older widowers or middle-aged bachelors with their own quirks. When Sunanda finally managed to arrange a few meetings, Aruna dismissed them all with carefully crafted excuses.
“He seems too focused on his business,” she said of one man.
“This one doesn’t value tradition enough,” she said of another.
Each rejection was accompanied by a reason that seemed plausible, at least to Sunanda, who believed in Aruna’s conservative values and purity. While Aruna’s motivations were more cunning, rooted in her determination to destroy the family.
During one of his visits, Purushotham noticed the tension in the household as Sunanda grew increasingly frustrated with Aruna’s rejections. “Aruna,” he said, his tone firm yet measured, “You’re making this harder than it needs to be. Sunanda is trying her best. Give these men a chance.” Aruna tilted her head, her small eyes narrowing as her voice took on a sweet but calculated tone. “Purushotham, you know how important compatibility is. I can’t settle for just anyone.” Her words, though seemingly reasonable, carried an undercurrent of defiance that didn’t escape him.
Purushotham smirked but said nothing. He had seen through people enough times to know when someone was playing a game. Still, he valued his friendship with the family too much to push the matter further. Sunanda, meanwhile, remained convinced of Aruna’s sincerity. “She just needs the right person,” she told herself, unaware of Aruna’s true intentions. For Aruna, these rejections weren’t about finding the right man. They were about maintaining her current lifestyle—a life of comfort and freedom, supported by Sunanda’s unwavering trust.
Time passed by;
The news of Sunanda’s selection for the national-level conference brought a wave of excitement and pride to the household. It was a prestigious opportunity, one that reaffirmed her status as a respected officer.
“I’ll be away for four days,” Sunanda informed Aruna over breakfast, her tone brimming with both enthusiasm and responsibility. “The conference is important, and I’ll be traveling with my team.”
Aruna’s expression shifted immediately. “Four days? What about me? I can’t stay here alone, aunty. What if something happens?”
Sunanda sighed. “Aruna, this is a secure government complex. Nothing will happen.”
But Aruna persisted, her voice trembling as she added, “You don’t understand. I’ve never been alone for so long. I… I won’t feel safe.”
Sunanda looked at her stepdaughter, guilt flickering across her face. She was torn between her professional duties and her belief that Aruna truly needed her. After a moment’s hesitation, she reached for her phone.
“I’ll call Babu,” she said.
When Babu answered, Sunanda explained the situation. “Babu, I need you to come home for four days. Aruna isn’t comfortable staying alone, and I’ll be away for the conference.”
Babu didn’t hesitate. “Of course, Amma. I’ll apply for leave today and take the first train home.” For Sunanda, it was a compromise she was willing to make. She trusted Babu to handle things in her absence, even if she couldn’t shake the feeling that Aruna’s fear might be exaggerated.
The evening before Sunanda’s departure was a whirlwind of preparation. Papers were neatly packed, files double-checked, and travel arrangements confirmed. Purushotham arrived unannounced, as he often did, his usual smirk in place.
“Congratulations, Aunty,” he said, handing her a small bouquet of flowers. “A national-level conference , quite the achievement.”
Sunanda accepted the flowers with a polite smile. “Thank you, Purushotham. It’s a big responsibility, but I’m ready.”
Aruna watched the exchange from the corner of the room, her expression unreadable. She had grown used to Purushotham’s frequent visits but remained wary of his intentions.
As the evening progressed, Sunanda checked in with Babu.
“Babu,” she said over the phone, “Are you on your way?”
There was a pause before Babu replied, his voice apologetic. “Amma, my lecturer asked us to submit an assignment paper before we leave. I can’t get out of it. I won’t make it home tonight, but I’ll be there first thing in the morning. I promise.”
Sunanda frowned but understood the demands of academics. “Alright, Babu. Just make sure you come home tomorrow. Aruna will be waiting.”
When she hung up, Purushotham raised an eyebrow. “Babu isn’t coming tonight?”
Sunanda sighed. “No, but he’ll be here tomorrow. I trust him to keep his word.”
The next morning, Sunanda left early, her car packed and ready. Purushotham stayed a little longer, offering Aruna a quick reassurance.
As the car drove away, Aruna stood by the window, her mind already racing. She wasn’t sure if Babu would keep his promise, but either way, the house was hers—for now.
Babu sat in the bus, the hours dragging on as he made his way home. He had promised to be there for Aruna, but now he was anxious. The night had already stretched far beyond what he had expected. He called Purushotham
“Babu, I’m here,” Purushotham’s voice came through the line. “There was a delay at college, but don’t worry, I’ve taken a bus”. Babu said “Ok, I’ll stay with Aruna until you get here.” Said Purushotham and ended the call.
Hours later, Babu arrived in the quiet, sleepy complex of government quarters. It was nearly 2 AM, and he hesitated at the front gate, unsure if he should ring the doorbell and risk disturbing Aruna’s sleep. He stood still for a moment, his thoughts swirling.
The quarters, though well-maintained, were old—tall windows and long corridors, the kind of place where a whisper could echo for minutes. He glanced around the darkened yard, then made up his mind.
He approached the side of the building, moving quietly. The house was large, spacious, but the walls and windows held secrets from years of wear. Babu could see into Aruna’s bedroom through a crack in the window.
His breath caught in his throat as he froze, his eyes widening.
The soft murmurs of Purushotham and Aruna having sex filled the quiet night air, a stark contrast to the sound of thoughts in Babu’s head. He felt a mix of anger and betrayal, but also a strange curiosity that kept him rooted to the spot. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the silhouettes moving in unison, the dim bed light casting an eerie glow across the rumpled sheets.
Purushotham’s hips moved with a steady rhythm, his body a testament to the passion that had been building between them. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was muffled by the pillows, but Babu could see the toll it was taking on the bed beneath them, the mattress bouncing slightly with every thrust. The sight was almost mesmerizing, like watching a dance that was both beautiful and forbidden.
Aruna’s moans grew louder, her body responding to the raw, primal instinct that had taken over. Her breasts bounced with each impact, her nipples hard and erect. Babu felt a twinge of arousal despite the rage simmering in his chest, his own cock stiffening in his pants as he watched. He had never seen Aruna like this—his sweet, innocent sister—transformed into a creature of desire by his best friend’s touch.
Without warning, they shifted. Purushotham lifted Aruna’s legs over his shoulders, his dick sliding in and out of her with increased vigor. The new angle allowed Babu an unobstructed view of the intimate act, the glistening wetness of her pussy as it took him in. Each stroke was a silent declaration of their betrayal of Babu’s trust etched into the fabric of his mind.
Aruna’s moans grew more guttural, her body undulating under the force of Purushotham’s thrusts. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her. The sound of skin slapping together was a symphony of lust that seemed to resonate through the entire building. The bed creaked and groaned, a mournful tune accompanying their clandestine coupling.
Purushotham’s dick was a weapon of pleasure, sliding in and out of Aruna’s tight, wet cunt with ease, the slickness of their love juices creating a lewd sucking sound that made Babu’s cock throb painfully. His sister’s pussy was stretched around his best friend’s thick shaft, the sight of which made Babu feel a mix of rage and a perverse excitement. He had never seen Aruna in such a state of sexual abandon, her body moving in ways that were both obscene and mesmerizing.
Her tits bounced with every thrust, the nipples standing erect as if begging for attention. The room was a tableau of raw passion and carnality, the scent of their sex mingling with the faint smell of sweat and desire. Babu’s hand found its way to his crotch, his fingers squeezing his hard-on through his pants, his mind torn between the urge to join them and the need to confront the reality of what he was witnessing.
Purushotham reached around to fondle Aruna’s breasts, his palms cupping and squeezing them roughly. Her nipples were stiff peaks that responded to his touch with a shiver that ran through her body. He pinched and twisted them, eliciting gasps that grew more frequent as he drove into her deeper and faster. Aruna’s pussy was a wet, glistening mess, her juices dripping down her thighs. Purushotham’s cock was slick with her nectar, sliding in and out with an ease that spoke of their familiarity. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, making her scream in pleasure, the sound echoing through the quiet corridors of the government quarters.
With a feral growl, Purushotham flipped Aruna over onto her hands and knees, positioning her in a doggystyle stance that allowed him to plunge into her even deeper. His dick was a piston, moving in and out of her with a rhythm that was both punishing and pleasurable. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass filled the room, a bassline to their symphony of lust. Aruna pushed back into him, her own needs driving her to meet each thrust with eager anticipation. Her cunt was a vice, squeezing him tightly with every push forward, urging him to go faster, deeper.
Babu’s hand moved faster on his cock, the fabric of his pants growing wet with his own precum as he watched the scene before him. The sight of Aruna’s ass bouncing with each impact, her pussy gaping and closing around Purushotham’s thick shaft, was too much to bear. His mind raced with thoughts of what he would do when he finally confronted them. Would he be able to contain his anger, or would he give in to the dark desires that now consumed him?
Purushotham’s grip on Aruna’s hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pumped into her with renewed vigor. He leaned over, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered dirty, possessive nothings into her ear, his breath hot and heavy with lust. Her moans grew more animalistic, each one a whimper of pleasure that seemed to spur him on.
Suddenly, his eyes flickered to the side, catching a movement in the shadows outside the window. There, Babu stood, his hand clenched around his erection, his eyes glued to the scene playing out before him. For a split second, Purushotham’s rhythm faltered, his eyes meeting Babu’s in a silent exchange of shock and understanding. But instead of stopping, Purushotham’s smile grew wider, a twisted, knowing grin that sent a shiver down Babu’s spine. He leaned down and grabbed a handful of Aruna’s hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck, and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. The sound echoed through the room, a stark reminder of Babu’s presence outside.
Without missing a beat, he continued to fuck her, his movements growing more aggressive, more claiming. He pulled her hair harder, using it to guide her head, forcing her to arch her back further and take him deeper. Aruna gasped, her body trembling with the mix of pleasure and pain, her eyes glazed over with desire. The sight of his best friend watching him take his sister, his own hand moving in time with their rhythm, only fueled the fire burning in Purushotham’s belly. He felt a twisted sense of power, a thrill that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He grabbed her hips and slapped her ass again, leaving another handprint to match the first.
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