Incest Family of Shadows
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Chapter 4: Shifting Bonds
Weeks had passed since Babu left home, but the weight of what he had witnessed still lingered. The once confident, cheerful young man now felt hollow, his mind burdened by questions and doubts he couldn't voice. The betrayal he had seen consumed his thoughts, making it difficult to focus on anything else. Yet, life at college demanded his attention, and he struggled to keep up.
His only solace came from the people who cared for him. Rani, ever supportive, would send him reassuring messages. She could sense something was troubling him, though she didn’t know the full extent.
"Nothing unusual here, Babu," one message read. "Purushotham hasn’t visited in a while. Aruna seems fine, too. You need to stop worrying and focus on your studies."
Another message came late at night: "Trust me, there’s nothing going on. I would know. Just concentrate on your exams, okay?"
Even though he didn't reply much, her words gave him a sliver of peace. It wasn’t just Rani’s messages that helped him cope. His mother, Sunandha, called him regularly, her voice full of warmth and concern. She had no idea about the turmoil in his heart, and he worked hard to keep it that way.
"Are you eating well?" she would ask, always attentive. "You sound tired, Babu. Don’t push yourself too hard. Remember, I’m proud of you."
"I’m fine, Amma," he would say, forcing a smile she couldn’t see. Her love was a balm, but it couldn’t fully heal the ache inside.
Despite their support, Babu couldn’t shake the shadows that followed him. His usual focus in class faltered, and the sharpness that once defined him was dulled. His grades slipped slightly, and he walked through the campus with a distant, haunted look.
It was in this fragile state that Jasmine entered the picture. Jasmine was the kind of person who turned heads wherever she went—stunning, elegant, and exuding a natural confidence. Her long, flowing hair framed a flawless face, and her designer clothes whispered of privilege. But behind her beauty was an arrogance that came from knowing she belonged to a wealthy, influential family.
Jasmine was the daughter of a prominent businessman who had secured her place in the prestigious college through his connections. She was not academically gifted, but she never needed to be. She breezed through her courses, relying on others to do the heavy lifting. Babu had been assigned as her lab partner, and from the start, it was clear she expected him to do all the work.
On this particular day, Babu’s mind was miles away. The chemistry professor had assigned a complex titration experiment, and while Babu should have been able to complete it with ease, his hands trembled, and his mind wandered. He added the solution too quickly, causing the mixture to bubble over and spill onto the workstation.
The sound of the overflow drew the attention of the entire lab, and Jasmine seized the moment. Her voice, sharp and condescending, cut through the air.
"Are you serious, Babu? You can’t even handle something this basic?" she sneered. "And I’m supposed to trust you with our grades?"
The room grew tense as her words echoed, but she wasn’t finished. "Honestly, if it weren’t for my dad, I wouldn’t even be stuck in this lab. You’re lucky I’m your partner."
Babu felt the sting of her words, and for a moment, the weight of everything—his personal struggles, the betrayal at home, and now this humiliation—boiled over. He clenched his fists, taking a deep breath before meeting her gaze. His voice, though steady, carried a hard edge.
"You're right," he said, his tone cold. "You wouldn’t be here without your father’s money. But while you rely on that, I’ve earned my place here. Maybe try showing a little respect to those who work for what they have."
The lab fell into stunned silence. Jasmine's face flushed with embarrassment, and for the first time, she was speechless. The professor, noticing the tension, intervened with a stern warning. "Enough. Both of you, focus on the experiment."
Babu turned back to his work, but something had shifted within him. The anger that had been simmering beneath the surface had finally found an outlet. He wasn’t proud of losing his temper, but for the first time in weeks, he felt a strange sense of relief.
As the class continued in uneasy quiet, Babu realized that while he couldn’t control everything in his life, he could still stand up for himself. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough for now.
Later that evening, Babu sat alone in the corner of the college hostel's common room, lost in thought. His outburst in the lab weighed heavily on him, the memory of Jasmine's humiliated expression gnawing at the edges of his conscience. He tried to focus on his notes, but the words blurred together. Around him, the usual chatter of students provided a low hum of distraction, but one conversation caught his attention.
Two students were talking near the window, their voices low but clear enough for Babu to overhear.
"Did you notice how Professor Raghavan’s been acting lately?" one of them said, his tone concerned. "He was so harsh in class today."
"Yeah," the other agreed, shaking his head. "But it’s not like him. I heard his wife left him a few weeks ago, took the kids. He’s been a mess ever since."
"No wonder," the first one replied. "I guess we all carry things no one sees."
Their words hung in the air, and Babu felt something shift inside him. He realized how blind he had been to the burdens others might carry. Jasmine’s sharp words in the lab had hurt, but hadn’t he lashed out in the same way? He had allowed his own pain to spill over, just like Professor Raghavan, letting it poison his interactions.
Determined to set things right, Babu gets Jasmin's address from one of his friends. Soon, Babu found himself standing in front of a large, well-kept house on a quiet, upscale street. The difference between Jasmine’s residence and his cramped hostel was striking. Bright lights poured from the windows, and a sleek car sat parked in the driveway. For a moment, he debated turning back, feeling completely out of place. But he took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and called her.
Babu called Jasmine on his mobile phone and when she answered her tone carried an edge of impatience.
Jasmine: “What is it, Babu? It’s late.”
Babu: (nervously) “I’m… I’m outside your house. Can you come out for a moment?”
A pause. Then a soft sigh. Moments later, the door opened, and Jasmine stepped outside. Her hair was tied back casually, and her outfit was simple yet elegant, reflecting her well-off upbringing. She approached him with arms crossed, her expression a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
Jasmine: (tilting her head) “You’re here? Why?”
Babu: (looking down) “I wanted to apologize. For how I snapped at you in the lab. It wasn’t fair, and I shouldn’t have taken out my frustration on you.”
Her brows furrowed slightly, and for a moment, she seemed taken aback. Then, her guarded expression softened.
Jasmine: (incredulously) “That’s… unexpected. I didn’t think you cared enough to apologize.”
Babu shifted awkwardly, unsure of how to respond. After studying him for a moment, Jasmine’s lips curled into a sly smile.
Jasmine: “Alright, apology accepted. But there’s a catch—you owe me. Let’s go out. Right now.”
Babu: (startled) “What? It’s almost midnight!”
Jasmine: (grinning) “Exactly. Midnight adventures are the best. Come on, Babu, don’t back out now.”
Before he could protest further, Jasmine led the way, her excitement infectious. The two wandered through the city streets, which glowed faintly under neon lights. The occasional street vendor added bursts of life to the quiet night.
They stopped at a roadside chaat stall, where Jasmine insisted on ordering the spiciest dish.
Jasmine: (teasing) “Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little heat! What’s life without some spice?”
Babu: (grimacing) “There’s a difference between spice and self-torture.”
Her laughter rang out, and for the first time in weeks, Babu found himself smiling freely. They continued their aimless exploration, wandering through parks and empty streets, sharing stories and jokes. Jasmine, to his surprise, was far more engaging than he’d ever imagined.
As the night unfolded, she caught glimpses of a side of Babu she hadn’t noticed before.
Jasmine: (smiling) “You know, you’re actually fun to hang out with. Who would’ve thought?”
Babu: (grinning) “And here I thought you were just a spoiled rich kid. I guess we both misjudged each other.”
By the time they returned to Jasmine’s house, the night had faded into the early hours of morning. Standing at her gate, Jasmine turned to him, her expression softer than he’d ever seen it.
Jasmine: (quietly) “Thanks for tonight. I needed this. And… I appreciate the apology. It means a lot.”
Babu: (smiling faintly) “I’m just glad you didn’t slam the door in my face.”
They shared a laugh before Jasmine stepped inside, leaving Babu standing alone on the serene street. As he walked back to his hostel, the weight in his chest felt lighter. For the first time in what felt like forever, a spark of hope flickered—maybe life wasn’t as grim as it seemed.
In the weeks that followed, Babu tried to maintain a sense of normalcy, clinging to familiar routines like late-night phone calls with Purushotham. Their conversations were, at first, a welcome escape from the turmoil in his mind. They talked about everything—sports, politics, the latest news. Purushotham, with his usual charm, cracked jokes and shared stories that often left Babu laughing despite himself.
But there was one topic Babu couldn’t ignore, one question that kept gnawing at him—the question of marriage.
One evening, as the call went on, Babu decided to bring it up again.
"So, Purushotham," Babu began, feigning casual interest, "you’ve been spending a lot of time with Aruna lately. Ever thought about, you know, making it official?" He dared to ask that question, despite Rani’s firm claim that Aruna and Purushotham weren’t meeting regularly.
There was a brief pause on the other end. Babu could almost hear Purushotham’s mind working, searching for an escape.
"Marriage, huh?" Purushotham chuckled lightly, but the laugh sounded forced. "Come on, Babu, you know me. I’m not cut out for all that. Anyway, how’s your college life? Got any new stories about that lab partner of yours?"
Babu sighed, feeling the familiar surge of frustration. "You’re dodging the question again, Purushotham. Every time I bring it up, you change the subject."
"I’m not dodging," Purushotham replied, his tone light but evasive. "It’s just... complicated. You know how it is. Besides, why rush into something like that? Life’s too short to get tied down."
Babu clenched his jaw, gripping the phone tighter. "It's not about rushing. It's about responsibility. You’re not some outsider, Purushotham. We trusted you. Aruna—"
"Aruna’s a grown woman," Purushotham interrupted, his voice suddenly firm. "She can take care of herself."
The conversation veered again, Purushotham steering it toward lighter topics. Babu felt helpless, trapped in the same cycle of deflection and evasion.
After yet another diverted conversation, Babu ended the call, staring at the phone in his hand, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface. He wanted answers, clarity, something more than the smooth, practiced responses Purushotham always gave.
Babu’s calls to Aruna, though infrequent, always carried a sense of familiarity and lingering tension. They didn’t talk for long, and the conversations rarely strayed from the essentials. Yet, no matter how brief, Aruna always found a way to bring up the same question, subtle but persistent.
"Akka," Babu began, the word heavy with both affection and frustration. "He hasn’t changed."
Aruna’s voice on the other end was calm, measured. "You mean Purushotham?"
"Yes," Babu replied, his voice tightening. "We talk like we always do—about everything except what matters. The moment I mention marriage, he finds a way to dodge it. Every single time."
There was a long pause before Aruna spoke again, her voice softer now. "Babu, don’t push him too hard. He’s always been like this—he needs time."
"Akka, how much more time?" Babu's tone was strained, the frustration bubbling to the surface. "It’s been weeks, and all he does is avoid it. He won’t even acknowledge what happened."
Aruna sighed. "I know it’s hard, but he’s been a good friend to us. He was there when we needed him most. Maybe he’s scared, unsure. People like him don’t change overnight."
"Scared?" Babu scoffed. "What does he have to be scared of? He’s the one who—" He stopped, not wanting to say too much. "Never mind. It’s just exhausting."
"I understand," Aruna said gently. "But listen to me, Babu. Don’t let this consume you. You have your studies, your future. Let him come around in his own time."
Babu fell silent, her words sinking in despite the storm in his mind. "I’ll try, Akka. But it’s not easy."
"I know," she said, her voice filled with quiet reassurance. "And Babu… don’t be too harsh on him. Just give it time."
Before they hung up, Aruna added, almost casually, "And don’t forget to take care of yourself. Eat well, study hard, and don’t let this weigh you down."
"I will, Akka," Babu said, though the weight in his chest felt heavier than ever.
As the call ended, Babu sat in the silence of his room, his mind still circling the same unanswered questions. He wanted to believe Aruna’s advice, but the frustration lingered. How many more conversations would end lik
e this? How much longer would he have to wait for Purushotham to stop running from the truth?
Continued in the next part………..
Weeks had passed since Babu left home, but the weight of what he had witnessed still lingered. The once confident, cheerful young man now felt hollow, his mind burdened by questions and doubts he couldn't voice. The betrayal he had seen consumed his thoughts, making it difficult to focus on anything else. Yet, life at college demanded his attention, and he struggled to keep up.
His only solace came from the people who cared for him. Rani, ever supportive, would send him reassuring messages. She could sense something was troubling him, though she didn’t know the full extent.
"Nothing unusual here, Babu," one message read. "Purushotham hasn’t visited in a while. Aruna seems fine, too. You need to stop worrying and focus on your studies."
Another message came late at night: "Trust me, there’s nothing going on. I would know. Just concentrate on your exams, okay?"
Even though he didn't reply much, her words gave him a sliver of peace. It wasn’t just Rani’s messages that helped him cope. His mother, Sunandha, called him regularly, her voice full of warmth and concern. She had no idea about the turmoil in his heart, and he worked hard to keep it that way.
"Are you eating well?" she would ask, always attentive. "You sound tired, Babu. Don’t push yourself too hard. Remember, I’m proud of you."
"I’m fine, Amma," he would say, forcing a smile she couldn’t see. Her love was a balm, but it couldn’t fully heal the ache inside.
Despite their support, Babu couldn’t shake the shadows that followed him. His usual focus in class faltered, and the sharpness that once defined him was dulled. His grades slipped slightly, and he walked through the campus with a distant, haunted look.
It was in this fragile state that Jasmine entered the picture. Jasmine was the kind of person who turned heads wherever she went—stunning, elegant, and exuding a natural confidence. Her long, flowing hair framed a flawless face, and her designer clothes whispered of privilege. But behind her beauty was an arrogance that came from knowing she belonged to a wealthy, influential family.
Jasmine was the daughter of a prominent businessman who had secured her place in the prestigious college through his connections. She was not academically gifted, but she never needed to be. She breezed through her courses, relying on others to do the heavy lifting. Babu had been assigned as her lab partner, and from the start, it was clear she expected him to do all the work.
On this particular day, Babu’s mind was miles away. The chemistry professor had assigned a complex titration experiment, and while Babu should have been able to complete it with ease, his hands trembled, and his mind wandered. He added the solution too quickly, causing the mixture to bubble over and spill onto the workstation.
The sound of the overflow drew the attention of the entire lab, and Jasmine seized the moment. Her voice, sharp and condescending, cut through the air.
"Are you serious, Babu? You can’t even handle something this basic?" she sneered. "And I’m supposed to trust you with our grades?"
The room grew tense as her words echoed, but she wasn’t finished. "Honestly, if it weren’t for my dad, I wouldn’t even be stuck in this lab. You’re lucky I’m your partner."
Babu felt the sting of her words, and for a moment, the weight of everything—his personal struggles, the betrayal at home, and now this humiliation—boiled over. He clenched his fists, taking a deep breath before meeting her gaze. His voice, though steady, carried a hard edge.
"You're right," he said, his tone cold. "You wouldn’t be here without your father’s money. But while you rely on that, I’ve earned my place here. Maybe try showing a little respect to those who work for what they have."
The lab fell into stunned silence. Jasmine's face flushed with embarrassment, and for the first time, she was speechless. The professor, noticing the tension, intervened with a stern warning. "Enough. Both of you, focus on the experiment."
Babu turned back to his work, but something had shifted within him. The anger that had been simmering beneath the surface had finally found an outlet. He wasn’t proud of losing his temper, but for the first time in weeks, he felt a strange sense of relief.
As the class continued in uneasy quiet, Babu realized that while he couldn’t control everything in his life, he could still stand up for himself. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough for now.
Later that evening, Babu sat alone in the corner of the college hostel's common room, lost in thought. His outburst in the lab weighed heavily on him, the memory of Jasmine's humiliated expression gnawing at the edges of his conscience. He tried to focus on his notes, but the words blurred together. Around him, the usual chatter of students provided a low hum of distraction, but one conversation caught his attention.
Two students were talking near the window, their voices low but clear enough for Babu to overhear.
"Did you notice how Professor Raghavan’s been acting lately?" one of them said, his tone concerned. "He was so harsh in class today."
"Yeah," the other agreed, shaking his head. "But it’s not like him. I heard his wife left him a few weeks ago, took the kids. He’s been a mess ever since."
"No wonder," the first one replied. "I guess we all carry things no one sees."
Their words hung in the air, and Babu felt something shift inside him. He realized how blind he had been to the burdens others might carry. Jasmine’s sharp words in the lab had hurt, but hadn’t he lashed out in the same way? He had allowed his own pain to spill over, just like Professor Raghavan, letting it poison his interactions.
Determined to set things right, Babu gets Jasmin's address from one of his friends. Soon, Babu found himself standing in front of a large, well-kept house on a quiet, upscale street. The difference between Jasmine’s residence and his cramped hostel was striking. Bright lights poured from the windows, and a sleek car sat parked in the driveway. For a moment, he debated turning back, feeling completely out of place. But he took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and called her.
Babu called Jasmine on his mobile phone and when she answered her tone carried an edge of impatience.
Jasmine: “What is it, Babu? It’s late.”
Babu: (nervously) “I’m… I’m outside your house. Can you come out for a moment?”
A pause. Then a soft sigh. Moments later, the door opened, and Jasmine stepped outside. Her hair was tied back casually, and her outfit was simple yet elegant, reflecting her well-off upbringing. She approached him with arms crossed, her expression a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
Jasmine: (tilting her head) “You’re here? Why?”
Babu: (looking down) “I wanted to apologize. For how I snapped at you in the lab. It wasn’t fair, and I shouldn’t have taken out my frustration on you.”
Her brows furrowed slightly, and for a moment, she seemed taken aback. Then, her guarded expression softened.
Jasmine: (incredulously) “That’s… unexpected. I didn’t think you cared enough to apologize.”
Babu shifted awkwardly, unsure of how to respond. After studying him for a moment, Jasmine’s lips curled into a sly smile.
Jasmine: “Alright, apology accepted. But there’s a catch—you owe me. Let’s go out. Right now.”
Babu: (startled) “What? It’s almost midnight!”
Jasmine: (grinning) “Exactly. Midnight adventures are the best. Come on, Babu, don’t back out now.”
Before he could protest further, Jasmine led the way, her excitement infectious. The two wandered through the city streets, which glowed faintly under neon lights. The occasional street vendor added bursts of life to the quiet night.
They stopped at a roadside chaat stall, where Jasmine insisted on ordering the spiciest dish.
Jasmine: (teasing) “Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little heat! What’s life without some spice?”
Babu: (grimacing) “There’s a difference between spice and self-torture.”
Her laughter rang out, and for the first time in weeks, Babu found himself smiling freely. They continued their aimless exploration, wandering through parks and empty streets, sharing stories and jokes. Jasmine, to his surprise, was far more engaging than he’d ever imagined.
As the night unfolded, she caught glimpses of a side of Babu she hadn’t noticed before.
Jasmine: (smiling) “You know, you’re actually fun to hang out with. Who would’ve thought?”
Babu: (grinning) “And here I thought you were just a spoiled rich kid. I guess we both misjudged each other.”
By the time they returned to Jasmine’s house, the night had faded into the early hours of morning. Standing at her gate, Jasmine turned to him, her expression softer than he’d ever seen it.
Jasmine: (quietly) “Thanks for tonight. I needed this. And… I appreciate the apology. It means a lot.”
Babu: (smiling faintly) “I’m just glad you didn’t slam the door in my face.”
They shared a laugh before Jasmine stepped inside, leaving Babu standing alone on the serene street. As he walked back to his hostel, the weight in his chest felt lighter. For the first time in what felt like forever, a spark of hope flickered—maybe life wasn’t as grim as it seemed.
In the weeks that followed, Babu tried to maintain a sense of normalcy, clinging to familiar routines like late-night phone calls with Purushotham. Their conversations were, at first, a welcome escape from the turmoil in his mind. They talked about everything—sports, politics, the latest news. Purushotham, with his usual charm, cracked jokes and shared stories that often left Babu laughing despite himself.
But there was one topic Babu couldn’t ignore, one question that kept gnawing at him—the question of marriage.
One evening, as the call went on, Babu decided to bring it up again.
"So, Purushotham," Babu began, feigning casual interest, "you’ve been spending a lot of time with Aruna lately. Ever thought about, you know, making it official?" He dared to ask that question, despite Rani’s firm claim that Aruna and Purushotham weren’t meeting regularly.
There was a brief pause on the other end. Babu could almost hear Purushotham’s mind working, searching for an escape.
"Marriage, huh?" Purushotham chuckled lightly, but the laugh sounded forced. "Come on, Babu, you know me. I’m not cut out for all that. Anyway, how’s your college life? Got any new stories about that lab partner of yours?"
Babu sighed, feeling the familiar surge of frustration. "You’re dodging the question again, Purushotham. Every time I bring it up, you change the subject."
"I’m not dodging," Purushotham replied, his tone light but evasive. "It’s just... complicated. You know how it is. Besides, why rush into something like that? Life’s too short to get tied down."
Babu clenched his jaw, gripping the phone tighter. "It's not about rushing. It's about responsibility. You’re not some outsider, Purushotham. We trusted you. Aruna—"
"Aruna’s a grown woman," Purushotham interrupted, his voice suddenly firm. "She can take care of herself."
The conversation veered again, Purushotham steering it toward lighter topics. Babu felt helpless, trapped in the same cycle of deflection and evasion.
After yet another diverted conversation, Babu ended the call, staring at the phone in his hand, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface. He wanted answers, clarity, something more than the smooth, practiced responses Purushotham always gave.
Babu’s calls to Aruna, though infrequent, always carried a sense of familiarity and lingering tension. They didn’t talk for long, and the conversations rarely strayed from the essentials. Yet, no matter how brief, Aruna always found a way to bring up the same question, subtle but persistent.
"Akka," Babu began, the word heavy with both affection and frustration. "He hasn’t changed."
Aruna’s voice on the other end was calm, measured. "You mean Purushotham?"
"Yes," Babu replied, his voice tightening. "We talk like we always do—about everything except what matters. The moment I mention marriage, he finds a way to dodge it. Every single time."
There was a long pause before Aruna spoke again, her voice softer now. "Babu, don’t push him too hard. He’s always been like this—he needs time."
"Akka, how much more time?" Babu's tone was strained, the frustration bubbling to the surface. "It’s been weeks, and all he does is avoid it. He won’t even acknowledge what happened."
Aruna sighed. "I know it’s hard, but he’s been a good friend to us. He was there when we needed him most. Maybe he’s scared, unsure. People like him don’t change overnight."
"Scared?" Babu scoffed. "What does he have to be scared of? He’s the one who—" He stopped, not wanting to say too much. "Never mind. It’s just exhausting."
"I understand," Aruna said gently. "But listen to me, Babu. Don’t let this consume you. You have your studies, your future. Let him come around in his own time."
Babu fell silent, her words sinking in despite the storm in his mind. "I’ll try, Akka. But it’s not easy."
"I know," she said, her voice filled with quiet reassurance. "And Babu… don’t be too harsh on him. Just give it time."
Before they hung up, Aruna added, almost casually, "And don’t forget to take care of yourself. Eat well, study hard, and don’t let this weigh you down."
"I will, Akka," Babu said, though the weight in his chest felt heavier than ever.
As the call ended, Babu sat in the silence of his room, his mind still circling the same unanswered questions. He wanted to believe Aruna’s advice, but the frustration lingered. How many more conversations would end lik
e this? How much longer would he have to wait for Purushotham to stop running from the truth?
Continued in the next part………..
Part 2 of chapter 4
What Babu didn’t know was that Aruna, too, was talking to Purushotham—more often than he imagined. Their conversations were different, wrapped in a strange blend of secrecy. Late at night, when the world quieted, Aruna would call him. Her tone was soft, almost wistful, as if they were old friends reminiscing about a memory they weren’t supposed to share.
"Purushotham," she would say, her voice carrying a gentle warmth, "that night… I think of it as a sweet memory, nothing more. I’m not ready for marriage, and I can’t tell Babu that. He wouldn’t understand."
On the other end, Purushotham would sigh, relief and discomfort mingling in his voice. "I know. He brings it up almost every time we talk. I try to change the subject, but he’s persistent."
Aruna chuckled softly. "He’s always been stubborn. But you have to keep avoiding it. Don’t let him pressure you. I’ll handle him."
There was a pause, then Purushotham spoke carefully. "Are you sure about this? What if he finds out we’re still talking?"
"He won’t," Aruna reassured him. "I’ve made sure of that. And even if he does, I’ll manage. He doesn’t need to know everything."
Her tone shifted, turning more serious. "I don’t want anyone else to know about that night. It’s ours and ours alone. Let it stay that way."
Purushotham exhaled, the weight of the secrecy settling between them. "I never meant for any of this to happen."
"Neither did I," Aruna admitted, her voice soft but resolute. "But it did, and now we have to be careful. Just keep things as they are. Don’t let him see through you."
As the calls ended, Aruna would sit in the quiet of her room, the weight of her decisions pressing down on her. She had no intention of marrying Purushotham, but she couldn’t let Babu know. It was a delicate balance she had to maintain, ensuring that her secret remained buried while keeping Babu from pushing too hard.
For now, she thought, everything was under control. But how long could she keep it that way?
It was a lazy Sunday morning when Sai wandered into the bustling market place, drawn by the scent of fresh spices and the chatter of vendors. As he navigated through the crowded stalls, his eyes fell on a familiar figure—Rani, clutching a basket filled with vegetables and fish, her face partially hidden by the edge of her saree. Surprised, Sai approached her with a grin.
"Rani! What a surprise. What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone light. "And why haven’t you been coming to the office lately? You used to bring lunch for madam every day."
Rani’s smile wavered, and she glanced around nervously before responding. "Oh, Sai… Yes, I used to, but things have changed a bit. Madam asked Srinu to pick up her lunch now."
Sai raised an eyebrow. "Why the sudden change?"
Rani hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her saree. "Well, you see… I can’t leave the quarters unattended. Aruna madam is living with us, and she might need me at any time."
Her voice was steady, but Sai noticed the subtle tremor in her hands and the way she avoided meeting his gaze. It wasn’t like Rani to be so evasive, and her explanation felt thin, as if hastily assembled.
"That’s odd," Sai remarked casually, tilting his head. "I thought Aruna madam could manage on her own. She’s not exactly helpless, is she?"
Rani let out a nervous laugh, the sound forced and unnatural. "Of course not! But… it’s just better if I’m around, just in case."
Sai studied her closely, noting the way she shifted her weight from foot to foot, the uneasy glances she cast around. Rani was not used to lying—her body language betrayed her. She looked like someone caught in a web she didn’t know how to navigate.
"Hmm," Sai said, his tone thoughtful. "You’re always so loyal, Rani. I just hope everything’s alright back at the quarters."
"Oh, everything’s fine!" Rani said quickly, too quickly. "Nothing to worry about."
But Sai wasn’t convinced. He didn’t press further, though the seed of suspicion had been planted. As they exchanged brief pleasantries and parted ways, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off—something Rani wasn’t telling him.
As he watched her disappear into the crowd, Sai made a mental note. He would keep an eye on things. There was more to this than Rani was letting on, and he intended to find out what.
Later that day, curiosity gnawed at Sai, and he decided to seek answers. He found Srinu leaning against the office car, polishing it absentmindedly. The afternoon sun glinted off the vehicle’s shiny surface as Sai approached, hands tucked into his pockets.
"Srinu anna," Sai began casually, "I’ve been meaning to ask—why has Sunanda madam stopped sending Rani with the lunch? She always brought it herself. Now, you’re the one picking it up every day."
Srinu glanced up, wiping his hands on a cloth, and chuckled. "Oh, that wasn’t madam’s idea. It was Rani’s."
Sai frowned. "Rani’s? What do you mean?"
Srinu shrugged, leaning against the car. "One day, Rani came to me and said she couldn’t travel to the office anymore. She claimed she had to stay at the quarters because Aruna madam needed her there. She asked me to pick up the lunch instead."
Sai’s frown deepened. "And madam agreed to that?"
Srinu shook his head. "Madam didn’t say much about it. Honestly, she’s been so busy with work, I doubt she noticed. But Rani was insistent, said it was best for everyone if she stayed back. I thought it was odd, but you know Rani—she’s usually straightforward."
Sai nodded slowly, his mind racing. This confirmed what he had suspected earlier at the market. Rani’s behavior was indeed strange, and the fact that she had taken the initiative to stop coming to the office added another layer to the mystery.
"Did she say why Aruna madam needs her so much?" Sai asked, probing further.
Srinu shrugged again. "Not really. Just mentioned that Aruna madam might need help. I didn’t think much of it. Rani’s always been dedicated, so I assumed she was just being extra cautious."
Sai gave a thoughtful nod, masking the unease brewing inside him. "Thanks, Srinu. I appreciate it."
As he walked away, Sai’s mind whirled with questions. Why was Rani so determined to stay at the quarters? What was happening there that she felt the need to hide? One thing was clear—something wasn’t adding up.He wondered if he had hurt Rani in some way. He realized that during the conference tour, he had teased her a lot, and perhaps it had affected her more than he realized. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
Late one evening, unable to shake his curiosity, Sai called Rani. Sai's heart raced as the phone rang on the other end. He hadn’t thought about the time, but now that he heard Rani’s voice, there was a hint of something he hadn’t expected—irritation.
"Do you ever think about when it’s a good time to call?" Rani snapped, her voice sharp and edged with frustration. "It’s late, Sai. Some of us have lives, you know?"
Sai flinched, the tone cutting through the line. He had always been close to Rani, but her anger felt unfamiliar, especially coming from someone so patient.
"I-I’m sorry, Rani. I didn’t mean to bother you," he stammered, but Rani didn’t let him finish.
"Well, you did," she continued, her voice trembling slightly with the weight of unspoken emotions. "And you’ve been doing it for days now. Constantly teasing, calling at odd hours. Can’t you see it’s starting to get to me? I’m not your punching bag for jokes.""Rani, I—" he began, but she cut him off again, her voice cold.
"Just think before you call next time. Goodnight, Sai." The line clicked dead.
Sai sat there for a moment, the reality of the conversation settling in. He had upset Rani, and worse, he thought maybe his teasing did make her uncomfortable. His thoughts swirled—what if she didn’t want to talk to him anymore?
What Sai didn't know is that just a few moments ago, Rani's bedroom, once a sacred sanctuary of passion and love, echoed with the mechanical grunts of duty rather than the symphony of desire. Her husband, Ashok, plunged into her with a rhythm that had been honed over the years, yet lacked the finesse of a maestro. His shoulders and arms tensed with each thrust, his manhood a mere instrument of necessity rather than a wand of pleasure. Rani's ample breasts jiggled with the tempo, her dark nipples standing erect like two sentinels yearning for attention. Her curvy figure, a landscape of feminine perfection, was painted with a sheen of sweat that glistened in the dim light of the room. Despite the initial spark of excitement kindled by Ashok's vigorous pace, the fire of her passion began to dwindle as she felt his climax approaching with the speed of a runaway train. His breath grew ragged, his movements more erratic, and before she could even whisper a protest, he emptied himself into her, a fleeting moment of bliss for him, leaving Rani with nothing but a lingering ache for more.
Rani lay there, her body still trembling slightly from the force of Ashok's release, his weight pressing her into the mattress. Despite the emptiness she felt in the wake of his climax, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for her husband. The lines etched into his handsome face spoke of countless sleepless nights and the weight of the world on his shoulders. His parents' medical bills had been a never-ending source of stress, the kind that seemed to multiply like a hydra's heads with every doctor's visit. Then there was his sister's wedding, a celebration that had turned into a financial black hole, sucking in every spare rupee they had. And their baby, their precious little bundle of joy, who had brought them so much happiness but also so much responsibility. Two years of endless diaper changes and midnight feedings had taken their toll on both of them. Yet, amidst all this turmoil, she still loved him fiercely, her heart swelling with a love that transcended the physical. Her own desires took a backseat to his needs, and she often found herself willing to endure their unsatisfying encounters, hoping that one day their passion would be rekindled like a flame kissed by a gentle breeze.
As Rani returned to her evening with Ashok, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for snapping at Sai, even though she knew he had meant no harm. But her life had become so much more complicated than she could have imagined.
Next evening when the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the government quarters. Sai stood near the gate, nerves twisting in his stomach. He had been so carefree, teasing Rani endlessly, but now he realized it had driven a wedge between them. He needed to fix this.
Rani approached, her steps slow and deliberate. Her usual vibrant energy was replaced by weariness. She stopped a few feet away, folding her arms.
"You wanted to talk?" she asked, her tone wary but not cold.
Sai took a breath. "Rani, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how much my teasing was bothering you. I thought it was harmless, but I see now it wasn’t. I never meant to hurt you."
Rani sighed, glancing down. "Sai, it’s not just the teasing. Yes, it frustrated me, but there’s more to it."
Sai frowned, confused. "More? I don’t understand."
She hesitated, as if weighing her words carefully. "I’ve been keeping something from you. I’ve been helping Babu… He asked me to keep an eye on Aruna and Purushotham."
Sai blinked, stunned. "What? Why would Babu ask you to do that? Purushotham sir has always been loyal to the family. Why would he think something’s wrong?"
Rani shook her head, frustration flickering in her eyes. "I don’t know. He didn’t explain everything. He just asked me to watch Aruna, to make sure nothing happens. I didn’t want to, Sai, but I couldn’t say no."
Sai stared at her, trying to process it. "So, you’ve been spying on her? That sounds… extreme."
"I don’t understand it either," Rani admitted, her voice low. "I trust Babu, though, and if he’s worried, then I’m worried. But it’s been exhausting, Sai. I’m constantly watching, constantly on edge. That’s why I’ve been distant. It wasn’t just your teasing. It’s everything."
Sai felt a pang of guilt and concern. "Why didn’t you tell me sooner? You didn’t have to carry this alone."
Rani gave him a tired smile. "I couldn’t. I didn’t want anyone else involved. And you can’t tell anyone about this, Sai. Promise me."
Sai met her gaze, the weight of her request sinking in. "I promise I won’t tell anyone. But... Rani, this doesn’t sit right with me. I’ll keep your secret, but I need to find out what’s really going on. Something about this feels off."
Rani’s eyes softened, a mix of relief and worry. "Just be careful, Sai. Don’t make things worse."
"I will," Sai said, determination hardening in his voice. "I’ll be careful. And I’ll be here for you."
As they turned back toward the house, Sai’s mind raced. He had promised not to tell, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t seek a
nswers. Something was wrong, and he intended to uncover the truth—no matter what it took.
End of Chapter 4.
What Babu didn’t know was that Aruna, too, was talking to Purushotham—more often than he imagined. Their conversations were different, wrapped in a strange blend of secrecy. Late at night, when the world quieted, Aruna would call him. Her tone was soft, almost wistful, as if they were old friends reminiscing about a memory they weren’t supposed to share.
"Purushotham," she would say, her voice carrying a gentle warmth, "that night… I think of it as a sweet memory, nothing more. I’m not ready for marriage, and I can’t tell Babu that. He wouldn’t understand."
On the other end, Purushotham would sigh, relief and discomfort mingling in his voice. "I know. He brings it up almost every time we talk. I try to change the subject, but he’s persistent."
Aruna chuckled softly. "He’s always been stubborn. But you have to keep avoiding it. Don’t let him pressure you. I’ll handle him."
There was a pause, then Purushotham spoke carefully. "Are you sure about this? What if he finds out we’re still talking?"
"He won’t," Aruna reassured him. "I’ve made sure of that. And even if he does, I’ll manage. He doesn’t need to know everything."
Her tone shifted, turning more serious. "I don’t want anyone else to know about that night. It’s ours and ours alone. Let it stay that way."
Purushotham exhaled, the weight of the secrecy settling between them. "I never meant for any of this to happen."
"Neither did I," Aruna admitted, her voice soft but resolute. "But it did, and now we have to be careful. Just keep things as they are. Don’t let him see through you."
As the calls ended, Aruna would sit in the quiet of her room, the weight of her decisions pressing down on her. She had no intention of marrying Purushotham, but she couldn’t let Babu know. It was a delicate balance she had to maintain, ensuring that her secret remained buried while keeping Babu from pushing too hard.
For now, she thought, everything was under control. But how long could she keep it that way?
It was a lazy Sunday morning when Sai wandered into the bustling market place, drawn by the scent of fresh spices and the chatter of vendors. As he navigated through the crowded stalls, his eyes fell on a familiar figure—Rani, clutching a basket filled with vegetables and fish, her face partially hidden by the edge of her saree. Surprised, Sai approached her with a grin.
"Rani! What a surprise. What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone light. "And why haven’t you been coming to the office lately? You used to bring lunch for madam every day."
Rani’s smile wavered, and she glanced around nervously before responding. "Oh, Sai… Yes, I used to, but things have changed a bit. Madam asked Srinu to pick up her lunch now."
Sai raised an eyebrow. "Why the sudden change?"
Rani hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her saree. "Well, you see… I can’t leave the quarters unattended. Aruna madam is living with us, and she might need me at any time."
Her voice was steady, but Sai noticed the subtle tremor in her hands and the way she avoided meeting his gaze. It wasn’t like Rani to be so evasive, and her explanation felt thin, as if hastily assembled.
"That’s odd," Sai remarked casually, tilting his head. "I thought Aruna madam could manage on her own. She’s not exactly helpless, is she?"
Rani let out a nervous laugh, the sound forced and unnatural. "Of course not! But… it’s just better if I’m around, just in case."
Sai studied her closely, noting the way she shifted her weight from foot to foot, the uneasy glances she cast around. Rani was not used to lying—her body language betrayed her. She looked like someone caught in a web she didn’t know how to navigate.
"Hmm," Sai said, his tone thoughtful. "You’re always so loyal, Rani. I just hope everything’s alright back at the quarters."
"Oh, everything’s fine!" Rani said quickly, too quickly. "Nothing to worry about."
But Sai wasn’t convinced. He didn’t press further, though the seed of suspicion had been planted. As they exchanged brief pleasantries and parted ways, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off—something Rani wasn’t telling him.
As he watched her disappear into the crowd, Sai made a mental note. He would keep an eye on things. There was more to this than Rani was letting on, and he intended to find out what.
Later that day, curiosity gnawed at Sai, and he decided to seek answers. He found Srinu leaning against the office car, polishing it absentmindedly. The afternoon sun glinted off the vehicle’s shiny surface as Sai approached, hands tucked into his pockets.
"Srinu anna," Sai began casually, "I’ve been meaning to ask—why has Sunanda madam stopped sending Rani with the lunch? She always brought it herself. Now, you’re the one picking it up every day."
Srinu glanced up, wiping his hands on a cloth, and chuckled. "Oh, that wasn’t madam’s idea. It was Rani’s."
Sai frowned. "Rani’s? What do you mean?"
Srinu shrugged, leaning against the car. "One day, Rani came to me and said she couldn’t travel to the office anymore. She claimed she had to stay at the quarters because Aruna madam needed her there. She asked me to pick up the lunch instead."
Sai’s frown deepened. "And madam agreed to that?"
Srinu shook his head. "Madam didn’t say much about it. Honestly, she’s been so busy with work, I doubt she noticed. But Rani was insistent, said it was best for everyone if she stayed back. I thought it was odd, but you know Rani—she’s usually straightforward."
Sai nodded slowly, his mind racing. This confirmed what he had suspected earlier at the market. Rani’s behavior was indeed strange, and the fact that she had taken the initiative to stop coming to the office added another layer to the mystery.
"Did she say why Aruna madam needs her so much?" Sai asked, probing further.
Srinu shrugged again. "Not really. Just mentioned that Aruna madam might need help. I didn’t think much of it. Rani’s always been dedicated, so I assumed she was just being extra cautious."
Sai gave a thoughtful nod, masking the unease brewing inside him. "Thanks, Srinu. I appreciate it."
As he walked away, Sai’s mind whirled with questions. Why was Rani so determined to stay at the quarters? What was happening there that she felt the need to hide? One thing was clear—something wasn’t adding up.He wondered if he had hurt Rani in some way. He realized that during the conference tour, he had teased her a lot, and perhaps it had affected her more than he realized. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
Late one evening, unable to shake his curiosity, Sai called Rani. Sai's heart raced as the phone rang on the other end. He hadn’t thought about the time, but now that he heard Rani’s voice, there was a hint of something he hadn’t expected—irritation.
"Do you ever think about when it’s a good time to call?" Rani snapped, her voice sharp and edged with frustration. "It’s late, Sai. Some of us have lives, you know?"
Sai flinched, the tone cutting through the line. He had always been close to Rani, but her anger felt unfamiliar, especially coming from someone so patient.
"I-I’m sorry, Rani. I didn’t mean to bother you," he stammered, but Rani didn’t let him finish.
"Well, you did," she continued, her voice trembling slightly with the weight of unspoken emotions. "And you’ve been doing it for days now. Constantly teasing, calling at odd hours. Can’t you see it’s starting to get to me? I’m not your punching bag for jokes.""Rani, I—" he began, but she cut him off again, her voice cold.
"Just think before you call next time. Goodnight, Sai." The line clicked dead.
Sai sat there for a moment, the reality of the conversation settling in. He had upset Rani, and worse, he thought maybe his teasing did make her uncomfortable. His thoughts swirled—what if she didn’t want to talk to him anymore?
What Sai didn't know is that just a few moments ago, Rani's bedroom, once a sacred sanctuary of passion and love, echoed with the mechanical grunts of duty rather than the symphony of desire. Her husband, Ashok, plunged into her with a rhythm that had been honed over the years, yet lacked the finesse of a maestro. His shoulders and arms tensed with each thrust, his manhood a mere instrument of necessity rather than a wand of pleasure. Rani's ample breasts jiggled with the tempo, her dark nipples standing erect like two sentinels yearning for attention. Her curvy figure, a landscape of feminine perfection, was painted with a sheen of sweat that glistened in the dim light of the room. Despite the initial spark of excitement kindled by Ashok's vigorous pace, the fire of her passion began to dwindle as she felt his climax approaching with the speed of a runaway train. His breath grew ragged, his movements more erratic, and before she could even whisper a protest, he emptied himself into her, a fleeting moment of bliss for him, leaving Rani with nothing but a lingering ache for more.
Rani lay there, her body still trembling slightly from the force of Ashok's release, his weight pressing her into the mattress. Despite the emptiness she felt in the wake of his climax, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for her husband. The lines etched into his handsome face spoke of countless sleepless nights and the weight of the world on his shoulders. His parents' medical bills had been a never-ending source of stress, the kind that seemed to multiply like a hydra's heads with every doctor's visit. Then there was his sister's wedding, a celebration that had turned into a financial black hole, sucking in every spare rupee they had. And their baby, their precious little bundle of joy, who had brought them so much happiness but also so much responsibility. Two years of endless diaper changes and midnight feedings had taken their toll on both of them. Yet, amidst all this turmoil, she still loved him fiercely, her heart swelling with a love that transcended the physical. Her own desires took a backseat to his needs, and she often found herself willing to endure their unsatisfying encounters, hoping that one day their passion would be rekindled like a flame kissed by a gentle breeze.
As Rani returned to her evening with Ashok, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for snapping at Sai, even though she knew he had meant no harm. But her life had become so much more complicated than she could have imagined.
Next evening when the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the government quarters. Sai stood near the gate, nerves twisting in his stomach. He had been so carefree, teasing Rani endlessly, but now he realized it had driven a wedge between them. He needed to fix this.
Rani approached, her steps slow and deliberate. Her usual vibrant energy was replaced by weariness. She stopped a few feet away, folding her arms.
"You wanted to talk?" she asked, her tone wary but not cold.
Sai took a breath. "Rani, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how much my teasing was bothering you. I thought it was harmless, but I see now it wasn’t. I never meant to hurt you."
Rani sighed, glancing down. "Sai, it’s not just the teasing. Yes, it frustrated me, but there’s more to it."
Sai frowned, confused. "More? I don’t understand."
She hesitated, as if weighing her words carefully. "I’ve been keeping something from you. I’ve been helping Babu… He asked me to keep an eye on Aruna and Purushotham."
Sai blinked, stunned. "What? Why would Babu ask you to do that? Purushotham sir has always been loyal to the family. Why would he think something’s wrong?"
Rani shook her head, frustration flickering in her eyes. "I don’t know. He didn’t explain everything. He just asked me to watch Aruna, to make sure nothing happens. I didn’t want to, Sai, but I couldn’t say no."
Sai stared at her, trying to process it. "So, you’ve been spying on her? That sounds… extreme."
"I don’t understand it either," Rani admitted, her voice low. "I trust Babu, though, and if he’s worried, then I’m worried. But it’s been exhausting, Sai. I’m constantly watching, constantly on edge. That’s why I’ve been distant. It wasn’t just your teasing. It’s everything."
Sai felt a pang of guilt and concern. "Why didn’t you tell me sooner? You didn’t have to carry this alone."
Rani gave him a tired smile. "I couldn’t. I didn’t want anyone else involved. And you can’t tell anyone about this, Sai. Promise me."
Sai met her gaze, the weight of her request sinking in. "I promise I won’t tell anyone. But... Rani, this doesn’t sit right with me. I’ll keep your secret, but I need to find out what’s really going on. Something about this feels off."
Rani’s eyes softened, a mix of relief and worry. "Just be careful, Sai. Don’t make things worse."
"I will," Sai said, determination hardening in his voice. "I’ll be careful. And I’ll be here for you."
As they turned back toward the house, Sai’s mind raced. He had promised not to tell, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t seek a
nswers. Something was wrong, and he intended to uncover the truth—no matter what it took.
End of Chapter 4.
Chapter 5: New Boundaries
Sunanda, dressed in a simple yet elegant sari, sat opposite Dr. Prakash in his cozy consultation room. The walls were lined with certificates and framed photographs, a testament to his years of experience and his warmth as a caregiver. Dr. Prakash, a close friend and confidant, leaned back in his chair, studying a set of papers on his desk with a furrowed brow.
“Nandu,” he began, using the affectionate nickname reserved for their closest conversations. His tone was gentle but laced with concern. “Your reports… they’re not looking good.”
Sunanda’s heart sank. She’d always been meticulous about her health, a habit formed over years of balancing family and work. But ever since her husband’s passing, she had let that part of her life slip away. Meals had become irregular, workouts non-existent. Even her daily walks, once a cherished routine, were now a distant memory.
“What does it say, Prakash?” she asked, her voice steady but soft.
He pushed the papers toward her, pointing to specific markers. “Your blood pressure is higher than it should be, your cholesterol levels are concerning, and your weight has crept up. This isn’t the Nandu I know. You’ve always been so disciplined.”
Sunanda sighed, looking away. The grief she had carried since her husband’s death felt like a weight pressing on her chest. “I’ve been trying, Prakash. But… it’s been hard. Every day feels like a battle just to get through.”
He leaned forward, his expression softening. “I understand. Losing him has been devastating for you. But you need to take care of yourself. He wouldn’t have wanted you to neglect your health like this. You have so much to live for, Nandu.”
She nodded slowly, tears welling up in her eyes. Dr. Prakash’s words hit home. Her children, her responsibilities, her life—all of it demanded her presence and strength.
“So, what do I do?” she asked, her voice trembling but resolute.
“Get back to your old ways,” he said with a small smile. “Start with the basics. Regular meals, exercise, meditation… you know the drill. I can recommend a nutritionist and a personal trainer if you’d like. But more than anything, you need to find a way to heal emotionally. Grief is a heavy burden, but it doesn’t have to consume you.”
Sunanda wiped her tears and nodded again. “You’re right. I’ve been stuck for too long. It’s time to move forward.”
Dr. Prakash reached across the desk, placing a comforting hand on hers. “You’re stronger than you think, Nandu. And remember, you’re not alone in this. I’m here for you, always.”
As Sunanda left the hospital, the cool evening air greeted her. She paused on the steps, looking up at the sky. Her resolve hardened. This wasn’t just about her health; it was about reclaiming her life. She had lost so much, but there was still so much to fight for. And she would. One step at a time.
That evening, as Sunanda settled into her room with a cup of warm herbal tea, she decided to call Babu. She had been meaning to check in with him, especially after her conversation with Dr. Prakash.
The phone rang twice before Babu answered. “Hello, Amma,” he said, his voice calm but carrying a trace of tension she had come to recognize over the past few months.
“Babu, how are you?” she asked, her tone gentle.
“I’m fine, Amma. Just the usual college routine,” he replied, but there was something distant in his tone.
Sunanda hesitated for a moment before deciding to bring up her health. “I went to see Dr. Prakash today,” she began.
Babu’s voice immediately sharpened with concern. “Why? Are you okay? What did he say?”
“I’m fine, Babu,” she assured him quickly. “But he did mention that I need to take better care of myself. My blood pressure and cholesterol levels aren’t great, and I’ve put on some weight. It’s nothing alarming, but I have to make changes.”
Babu was silent for a moment, processing her words. “Amma, you should have told me sooner,” he said, a note of worry creeping into his voice.
“I didn’t want to worry you,” Sunanda said softly. “And I still don’t. That’s why I’m telling you now—I’ve already decided to make some changes. I’ll start eating better, walking regularly, and I’m even planning to rejoin the gym. You remember how much I used to enjoy it?”
“I do,” Babu said, his voice lightening slightly at the memory. “You used to wake up before everyone else and come home energized.”
“Exactly,” Sunanda said with a small laugh. “I’m going to get back to that. But you, Babu—you need to focus on your studies. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
“Amma, it’s hard not to worry,” he admitted. “Especially after everything that’s happened.”
“I know,” she said gently. “But you’re doing well, and I’m proud of you. You’ve grown so much over the past year. Just remember, I’m always here for you, but right now, you need to take care of yourself, too. And let me take care of myself, okay?”
Babu sighed, a mix of resignation and relief in his voice. “Okay, Amma. But promise me you’ll stick to it. No skipping meals or walks.”
“I promise,” Sunanda said firmly. “And you promise me you’ll stop being upset about things you can’t control. Focus on your goals, Babu. Everything else will fall into place.”
“I’ll try, Amma,” he said, his tone softening. “Thank you.”
After they hung up, Sunanda sat quietly for a moment, the phone still in her hand. Talking to Babu always gave her a sense of purpose. She knew that her own strength would set an example for him.
With a renewed sense of determination, she finished her tea and started planning her next day. It was time to not just talk about change but to embrace it wholeheartedly.
Back in college, Babu found himself slipping into a steady routine, though the inner turmoil he carried never fully left him. The weight of his thoughts—about his family, Aruna, his mother Sunanda’s health, and his own struggles—gnawed at him silently. Sunanda’s recent call, where she reassured him about taking care of her health, had given him some comfort, but it also added a layer of guilt. He felt he should have been more attentive to her needs, especially after everything she had endured since his father’s passing. Balancing these emotions with the demands of his studies left him feeling stretched thin, yet he pressed on, finding solace in the small moments of distraction his routine provided.
Babu thought about his mother’s words, especially her determination to rejoin the gym and take charge of her health. Inspired by her resolve, he decided to take a similar step and started going to the college gym. At first, the experience was overwhelming—machines he didn’t know how to use, exercises he didn’t understand. He felt out of place among the regulars who moved with ease and confidence.
Fortunately, a senior student named Jean noticed Babu’s struggle and stepped in to help. Jean, whom Babu respectfully called “Jean anna,” became an unexpected mentor. Patient and approachable, Jean guided him through the basics, explaining the equipment and helping Babu design a beginner-friendly workout plan. Under his guidance, Babu slowly grew comfortable with the gym environment.
For Babu, the gym became more than just a place to work out—it was a sanctuary. The physical activity provided a way to channel his pent-up frustrations and silence the constant noise of his thoughts. Each lift, each sprint on the treadmill, felt like a small victory against the chaos he carried inside. Over time, the gym sessions began to ground him, offering a sense of control in a life that often felt overwhelming.
Babu’s friendship with Jasmine was another anchor in his life, something he quietly revered. What had started as light-hearted banter in the chemistry lab had grown into a bond that extended far beyond the classroom. Jasmine’s lively personality and natural curiosity drew Babu out of his shell, and their conversations often ventured into unexpected territories, filled with laughter and moments of genuine connection.
Their friendship took them beyond the confines of the college. Exploring the city together became a frequent activity—sometimes planned, but often spontaneous. They would visit bustling markets, savor street food at small, hidden stalls, or simply walk through quiet parks, talking about everything and nothing. For Babu, these outings were a respite from the complexities of his life. Jasmine’s company brought lightness to his otherwise heavy days, and her warmth felt like a balm to his restless mind.
Though he didn’t express it aloud, Babu deeply valued their friendship. In her presence, the pressures of family, studies, and his inner struggles seemed to fade, if only temporarily. For him, Jasmine represented a rare kind of joy—uncomplicated and sincere.
When Babu found out that Jasmine’s birthday was around the corner he decided to make it a Special one for her. On the night of her birthday, just before midnight, Babu and a few close friends quietly gathered in the backyard of Jasmine’s residence. Few decorations were made and a small table with a cake and some snacks were arranged. The dim glow of fairy lights added a magical touch to the atmosphere.
At the stroke of midnight, they called Jasmine outside. Confused but curious, she stepped into the backyard, and the group erupted into a loud chorus of “Happy Birthday!” Jasmine’s eyes widened in surprise, a mix of shock and joy lighting up her face.
The party began with laughter, music, and light-hearted conversations. Jasmine couldn’t stop smiling as she cut the cake, her friends cheering her on. For a moment, everything felt perfect.
But then, as the celebration was in full swing, an unexpected guest arrived. Vicky, Jasmine’s ex-boyfriend, walked in, holding a bouquet and a lopsided grin. His sudden appearance startled everyone, especially Jasmine.
“Happy birthday, Jazz,” Vicky said, his tone casual, as if nothing had changed between them.
The mood shifted subtly, and the air grew tense. Jasmine looked visibly flustered, and Babu, standing quietly in the corner, observed the interaction with a sinking feeling.
The party continued, but the dynamic had shifted. Jasmine’s attention, once focused on her friends and Babu’s thoughtful gesture, now wavered between awkward exchanges with Vicky and trying to maintain the celebratory spirit.
Babu, who had been quietly enjoying her happiness moments earlier, felt a pang of discomfort. While he didn’t fully understand why Vicky’s presence bothered him, he couldn’t ignore the sudden weight pressing on his chest. As the night wore on, Babu found himself retreating into the background, a shadow among the cheerful crowd.
As the festivities began to wind down, Jasmine found a moment to pull her house helpers aside. She whispered to them, her voice a mix of annoyance and resignation, "Vicky sir will be staying with us tonight." The couple nodded, their expressions unreadable, as they cleared the last of the party mess.
Babu, who had been pretending not to listen, felt a knot form in his stomach. Babu's gaze fell on Vicky's discarded jacket, hanging loosely on a chair. A glint of foil caught his eye, and he couldn't resist the urge to check. His heart sank as his fingers brushed against several condom packets. He realized that Vicky had come prepared, and it was clear what he had in mind for the night.Just before leaving he watched as Jasmine led Vicky into the house, the two of them disappearing into her bedroom. He couldn't help but think about what might happen between them.
Continued in the next part………..
Sunanda, dressed in a simple yet elegant sari, sat opposite Dr. Prakash in his cozy consultation room. The walls were lined with certificates and framed photographs, a testament to his years of experience and his warmth as a caregiver. Dr. Prakash, a close friend and confidant, leaned back in his chair, studying a set of papers on his desk with a furrowed brow.
“Nandu,” he began, using the affectionate nickname reserved for their closest conversations. His tone was gentle but laced with concern. “Your reports… they’re not looking good.”
Sunanda’s heart sank. She’d always been meticulous about her health, a habit formed over years of balancing family and work. But ever since her husband’s passing, she had let that part of her life slip away. Meals had become irregular, workouts non-existent. Even her daily walks, once a cherished routine, were now a distant memory.
“What does it say, Prakash?” she asked, her voice steady but soft.
He pushed the papers toward her, pointing to specific markers. “Your blood pressure is higher than it should be, your cholesterol levels are concerning, and your weight has crept up. This isn’t the Nandu I know. You’ve always been so disciplined.”
Sunanda sighed, looking away. The grief she had carried since her husband’s death felt like a weight pressing on her chest. “I’ve been trying, Prakash. But… it’s been hard. Every day feels like a battle just to get through.”
He leaned forward, his expression softening. “I understand. Losing him has been devastating for you. But you need to take care of yourself. He wouldn’t have wanted you to neglect your health like this. You have so much to live for, Nandu.”
She nodded slowly, tears welling up in her eyes. Dr. Prakash’s words hit home. Her children, her responsibilities, her life—all of it demanded her presence and strength.
“So, what do I do?” she asked, her voice trembling but resolute.
“Get back to your old ways,” he said with a small smile. “Start with the basics. Regular meals, exercise, meditation… you know the drill. I can recommend a nutritionist and a personal trainer if you’d like. But more than anything, you need to find a way to heal emotionally. Grief is a heavy burden, but it doesn’t have to consume you.”
Sunanda wiped her tears and nodded again. “You’re right. I’ve been stuck for too long. It’s time to move forward.”
Dr. Prakash reached across the desk, placing a comforting hand on hers. “You’re stronger than you think, Nandu. And remember, you’re not alone in this. I’m here for you, always.”
As Sunanda left the hospital, the cool evening air greeted her. She paused on the steps, looking up at the sky. Her resolve hardened. This wasn’t just about her health; it was about reclaiming her life. She had lost so much, but there was still so much to fight for. And she would. One step at a time.
That evening, as Sunanda settled into her room with a cup of warm herbal tea, she decided to call Babu. She had been meaning to check in with him, especially after her conversation with Dr. Prakash.
The phone rang twice before Babu answered. “Hello, Amma,” he said, his voice calm but carrying a trace of tension she had come to recognize over the past few months.
“Babu, how are you?” she asked, her tone gentle.
“I’m fine, Amma. Just the usual college routine,” he replied, but there was something distant in his tone.
Sunanda hesitated for a moment before deciding to bring up her health. “I went to see Dr. Prakash today,” she began.
Babu’s voice immediately sharpened with concern. “Why? Are you okay? What did he say?”
“I’m fine, Babu,” she assured him quickly. “But he did mention that I need to take better care of myself. My blood pressure and cholesterol levels aren’t great, and I’ve put on some weight. It’s nothing alarming, but I have to make changes.”
Babu was silent for a moment, processing her words. “Amma, you should have told me sooner,” he said, a note of worry creeping into his voice.
“I didn’t want to worry you,” Sunanda said softly. “And I still don’t. That’s why I’m telling you now—I’ve already decided to make some changes. I’ll start eating better, walking regularly, and I’m even planning to rejoin the gym. You remember how much I used to enjoy it?”
“I do,” Babu said, his voice lightening slightly at the memory. “You used to wake up before everyone else and come home energized.”
“Exactly,” Sunanda said with a small laugh. “I’m going to get back to that. But you, Babu—you need to focus on your studies. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
“Amma, it’s hard not to worry,” he admitted. “Especially after everything that’s happened.”
“I know,” she said gently. “But you’re doing well, and I’m proud of you. You’ve grown so much over the past year. Just remember, I’m always here for you, but right now, you need to take care of yourself, too. And let me take care of myself, okay?”
Babu sighed, a mix of resignation and relief in his voice. “Okay, Amma. But promise me you’ll stick to it. No skipping meals or walks.”
“I promise,” Sunanda said firmly. “And you promise me you’ll stop being upset about things you can’t control. Focus on your goals, Babu. Everything else will fall into place.”
“I’ll try, Amma,” he said, his tone softening. “Thank you.”
After they hung up, Sunanda sat quietly for a moment, the phone still in her hand. Talking to Babu always gave her a sense of purpose. She knew that her own strength would set an example for him.
With a renewed sense of determination, she finished her tea and started planning her next day. It was time to not just talk about change but to embrace it wholeheartedly.
Back in college, Babu found himself slipping into a steady routine, though the inner turmoil he carried never fully left him. The weight of his thoughts—about his family, Aruna, his mother Sunanda’s health, and his own struggles—gnawed at him silently. Sunanda’s recent call, where she reassured him about taking care of her health, had given him some comfort, but it also added a layer of guilt. He felt he should have been more attentive to her needs, especially after everything she had endured since his father’s passing. Balancing these emotions with the demands of his studies left him feeling stretched thin, yet he pressed on, finding solace in the small moments of distraction his routine provided.
Babu thought about his mother’s words, especially her determination to rejoin the gym and take charge of her health. Inspired by her resolve, he decided to take a similar step and started going to the college gym. At first, the experience was overwhelming—machines he didn’t know how to use, exercises he didn’t understand. He felt out of place among the regulars who moved with ease and confidence.
Fortunately, a senior student named Jean noticed Babu’s struggle and stepped in to help. Jean, whom Babu respectfully called “Jean anna,” became an unexpected mentor. Patient and approachable, Jean guided him through the basics, explaining the equipment and helping Babu design a beginner-friendly workout plan. Under his guidance, Babu slowly grew comfortable with the gym environment.
For Babu, the gym became more than just a place to work out—it was a sanctuary. The physical activity provided a way to channel his pent-up frustrations and silence the constant noise of his thoughts. Each lift, each sprint on the treadmill, felt like a small victory against the chaos he carried inside. Over time, the gym sessions began to ground him, offering a sense of control in a life that often felt overwhelming.
Babu’s friendship with Jasmine was another anchor in his life, something he quietly revered. What had started as light-hearted banter in the chemistry lab had grown into a bond that extended far beyond the classroom. Jasmine’s lively personality and natural curiosity drew Babu out of his shell, and their conversations often ventured into unexpected territories, filled with laughter and moments of genuine connection.
Their friendship took them beyond the confines of the college. Exploring the city together became a frequent activity—sometimes planned, but often spontaneous. They would visit bustling markets, savor street food at small, hidden stalls, or simply walk through quiet parks, talking about everything and nothing. For Babu, these outings were a respite from the complexities of his life. Jasmine’s company brought lightness to his otherwise heavy days, and her warmth felt like a balm to his restless mind.
Though he didn’t express it aloud, Babu deeply valued their friendship. In her presence, the pressures of family, studies, and his inner struggles seemed to fade, if only temporarily. For him, Jasmine represented a rare kind of joy—uncomplicated and sincere.
When Babu found out that Jasmine’s birthday was around the corner he decided to make it a Special one for her. On the night of her birthday, just before midnight, Babu and a few close friends quietly gathered in the backyard of Jasmine’s residence. Few decorations were made and a small table with a cake and some snacks were arranged. The dim glow of fairy lights added a magical touch to the atmosphere.
At the stroke of midnight, they called Jasmine outside. Confused but curious, she stepped into the backyard, and the group erupted into a loud chorus of “Happy Birthday!” Jasmine’s eyes widened in surprise, a mix of shock and joy lighting up her face.
The party began with laughter, music, and light-hearted conversations. Jasmine couldn’t stop smiling as she cut the cake, her friends cheering her on. For a moment, everything felt perfect.
But then, as the celebration was in full swing, an unexpected guest arrived. Vicky, Jasmine’s ex-boyfriend, walked in, holding a bouquet and a lopsided grin. His sudden appearance startled everyone, especially Jasmine.
“Happy birthday, Jazz,” Vicky said, his tone casual, as if nothing had changed between them.
The mood shifted subtly, and the air grew tense. Jasmine looked visibly flustered, and Babu, standing quietly in the corner, observed the interaction with a sinking feeling.
The party continued, but the dynamic had shifted. Jasmine’s attention, once focused on her friends and Babu’s thoughtful gesture, now wavered between awkward exchanges with Vicky and trying to maintain the celebratory spirit.
Babu, who had been quietly enjoying her happiness moments earlier, felt a pang of discomfort. While he didn’t fully understand why Vicky’s presence bothered him, he couldn’t ignore the sudden weight pressing on his chest. As the night wore on, Babu found himself retreating into the background, a shadow among the cheerful crowd.
As the festivities began to wind down, Jasmine found a moment to pull her house helpers aside. She whispered to them, her voice a mix of annoyance and resignation, "Vicky sir will be staying with us tonight." The couple nodded, their expressions unreadable, as they cleared the last of the party mess.
Babu, who had been pretending not to listen, felt a knot form in his stomach. Babu's gaze fell on Vicky's discarded jacket, hanging loosely on a chair. A glint of foil caught his eye, and he couldn't resist the urge to check. His heart sank as his fingers brushed against several condom packets. He realized that Vicky had come prepared, and it was clear what he had in mind for the night.Just before leaving he watched as Jasmine led Vicky into the house, the two of them disappearing into her bedroom. He couldn't help but think about what might happen between them.
Continued in the next part………..
Part 2 of Chapter 5
The following day, Babu found himself in the awkward position of being introduced to Vicky, Jasmine’s ex-boyfriend. Jasmine, with a slightly flushed face, brought him over to where Babu was sitting, her hand wrapped around Vicky’s muscular arm. “Babu, this is Vicky. Vicky, this is Babu, my friend from college.”
Vicky eyed Babu up and down, his gaze lingering on the younger man’s lean frame and well-tailored clothes. He knew the type—smooth talkers with a penchant for easy lays. “So, you’re the one who’s been keeping Jas entertained while I’ve been away, huh?” he said with a cocky smile, his voice dripping with innuendo.
Babu felt his stomach clench as he looked into Vicky’s cold, calculating eyes. He managed a strained smile. “Just a friend,” he said, his voice tight.
Vicky’s smile widened. “Yeah, sure. We’ve all had those friends, haven’t we, Jas?” He leaned in closer to Jasmine, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle, her cheeks growing even redder.
As Jasmine excused herself to the washroom, Babu took the opportunity to confront Vicky, his voice low and filled with a mix of curiosity and jealousy he couldn't quite hide. "So, are you two getting back together?" he asked, his gaze unwavering.
Vicky's eyes narrowed, a smug grin playing on his lips. "What's it to you, playboy?" he shot back, mistaking Babu's concern for romantic interest. "You know how it is, right? Sometimes you just can't keep your dick out of a tight pussy, especially one as sweet as Jas'. I'm just here to remind her of the real deal before she settles for some college boy's amateur moves." His tone was crude, his words a deliberate jab at Babu's inexperience.
Babu's fists clenched, but he held his ground, not about to let Vicky's vulgarity get the better of him. "Jasmine is not just a 'tight pussy' for you to use," he said through gritted teeth. "She's a person with feelings."
Vicky's smile grew wolfish. "Oh, I know she's got feelings," he leered, "but it's not her heart I'm after." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Babu's ear. "It's that sweet cunt of hers that's been haunting my dreams, begging for a real man's touch."
Vicky chuckled, leaning back in his chair, his arms folded smugly across his broad chest. "Let's just say I've had my fill of that tight little snatch," he bragged, his eyes glinting with a cruel satisfaction. "For the last two years before we called it quits, she was my personal fucktoy, always eager to take whatever I gave her." His voice was a sneer, a deliberate attempt to provoke and demean. "But you know how it is, she's got that kind of pussy that never gets tired, always begging for more," he said, his words like a serrated knife slicing through Babu's heart. "And now she's all yours to play with, if you can handle it," he added with a wink, assuming Babu was just another notch on Jasmine's bedpost.
The explicit details of Vicky's description painted vivid images in Babu's mind, images of Jasmine's body, contorted and sweaty, her luscious curves bouncing as she was pounded by Vicky's larger frame. It was an image that both aroused and repulsed him, filling him with a mix of lust and anger. He clenched his jaw, his eyes flashing with a fierce protectiveness for his friend that was unfamiliar and intense.
Babu's face contorted with anger as Vicky's words hit him like a sledgehammer. "How can you talk about Jasmine like that?" he seethed.
Vicky just chuckled, sipping his drink. "Oh, come on, don't play the innocent," he said, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Jasmine's not as pure as you think, bro. She's got needs, and sometimes, a big dick is just what she craves." He leaned back, his gaze raking over the memory of the previous night. "Why else would she let me fuck her brains out even after we broke up?" he taunted, his voice thick with the satisfaction of someone who knew they had the upper hand.
The revelation sent Babu's mind reeling. He had always seen Jasmine as a beacon of light in his dark world, a symbol of innocence and purity. To hear Vicky describe her in such a crass and degrading manner was like watching someone defile a sacred place. Yet, the images he painted of her curvy body writhing in pleasure, her moans filling the room, stirred something deep within Babu. A primal part of him was jealous, yes, but also... intrigued. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to see Jasmine in that state of unbridled passion. The thought made his cock twitch in his pants, and he shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide his growing arousal from Vicky's piercing gaze.Babu, weary from the week’s events, packed his bag and decided to go home for the long weekend. The quiet of the government quarters always had a way of grounding him, and he hoped it would help clear his mind.
The interaction with Vicky left an impression on Babu, one he couldn’t quite shake. Unknowingly, Babu began to limit his interactions with Jasmine. Their usual chats in the lab grew shorter, and the impromptu outings that had once been a highlight of their days became infrequent. Though he still appreciated her company, a quiet hesitation took root in him—a mix of uncertainty and a need to maintain distance.
Jasmine, on her part, noticed the change. She sensed a newfound restraint in Babu, though she couldn’t pinpoint its cause. She wondered if it was because of Vicky’s sudden appearance, but Babu’s polite yet distant demeanor gave her no clear answers. Despite her attempts to keep their friendship as it was, the natural ease between them seemed to falter.
For Babu, this change wasn’t intentional. It was more a reflection of his internal struggle—a mix of confusion over his feelings and an effort to avoid any further complexities in his already tangled life. As much as he missed their closeness, he found himself retreating into his routine, focusing more on his studies, gym sessions, and quiet moments of reflection.
A few days later, Babu packed his bags and headed home for the long weekend. When Babu arrived home the atmosphere in the government quarters was as quiet as ever. Sunanda was at the temple, leaving Rani busy in the kitchen. As Babu settled into the living room, Rani came in with a glass of water and sat across from him.
“So, how’s college life? And how’s your friend Jasmine?” she asked casually, referring to the friend Babu had mentioned during his last visit.
Babu’s face darkened at the mention of Jasmine. He leaned back in his chair, his voice sharp as he muttered, “I don’t want to talk about that… that bitch.”
Rani froze, her expression quickly shifting to one of disbelief and anger. She put the glass down with a loud thud. “What did you just say?”
Babu looked away, unwilling to meet her gaze. “Forget it, Rani akka. I don’t want to talk about her.”
Rani’s patience wore thin. “No, Babu. I won’t forget it. First, you come to me, asking me to keep an eye on your sister Aruna, and now you’re sitting here calling your friend—a girl who stood by you—a bitch? What’s wrong with you?”
At that, Babu’s frustration boiled over. “You want to know what’s wrong, Rani akka? I’ll tell you. I saw Aruna and Purushotham together. Laughing, touching, like they didn’t care who saw them. And everyone acts like I’m crazy for thinking something’s going on!”
Rani’s eyes widened in shock. “What are you saying, Babu? Do you even know what you’re accusing her of?”
“I know what I saw!” he snapped. “I’m not blind, and I’m not stupid. She’s not the saint everyone thinks she is.”
Rani’s voice hardened. “You’re letting your anger get the better of you, Babu. You’ve been seeing things through a cloud of suspicion since the moment Aruna came here. And now you’re dragging Jasmine into this mess? This isn’t the Babu I know.”
Babu stood up abruptly, his fists clenched. “Maybe you don’t know me at all, Rani akka. And maybe you don’t know Aruna as well as you think, either.”
Rani rose to her feet, her tone sharp and unforgiving. “If you can’t control your anger and your words, then maybe it’s better we end this conversation here. I’m done listening to this nonsense.”
Without waiting for a response, Rani turned and stormed back into the kitchen, leaving Babu alone in the living room, simmering with unresolved frustration. The silence that followed was deafening, but neither of them was willing to break it.
The next morning, the sun streamed through the windows of the government quarters, casting a warm glow across the living room where Babu and Rani sat. The tension from the night before had dissipated somewhat, but the air was still charged with something unspoken. The next morning, Babu woke to the sound of faint laughter coming from the living room. Curious and a bit unsettled after the tense exchange with Rani, he got up and wandered to the window. There, he saw his mother, Sunanda, in her workout attire, stepping out of the house with Aruna by her side. They were heading to the gym, chatting and smiling, a rare sight that brought an unexpected sting of emotion to Babu’s chest.
He rubbed his eyes and leaned against the window frame, letting out a heavy sigh. The memory of his harsh words from the previous evening flooded back, and a wave of guilt washed over him.
After a few moments, he stepped into the kitchen where Rani was busy preparing breakfast. Her face was calm, but she didn’t acknowledge him right away. He hesitated, then spoke softly.
“Rani akka…” his voice faltered, and he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. For last night. For the way I spoke to you.”
Rani stopped stirring the pot on the stove but didn’t turn to face him. “It’s not me you hurt with your words, Babu. It’s yourself. Carrying all this anger and frustration… it’s eating you up.”
Her words struck a chord, and he felt his eyes well up. “I… I don’t have anyone to talk to, akka,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “I don’t know how to handle all this. My thoughts, my doubts, everything feels so heavy. I don’t even know if I’m doing the right thing anymore.”
Rani turned around, her expression softening. She walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Babu, you don’t have to carry everything on your own. We’re family. You can always share your burdens with us. But you need to let go of the anger and suspicion that’s clouding your heart.”
Babu looked down, a tear escaping down his cheek. “I just feel so lost sometimes, akka.”
Rani pulled him into a hug, her embrace warm and comforting. She placed a motherly kiss on his forehead and whispered, “You’re not alone, Babu. You have people who care about you, who want to help you. Just trust us.”
Babu nodded against her shoulder, feeling a small but significant weight lift off his chest. For the first time in a while, he felt a glimmer of hope, a sense that he wasn’t as alone as he thought.
Babu hugged Rani tightly, feeling the warmth of her body seep into his. His muscles, honed from hours at the gym, flexed against her soft form. She felt the bulge of his biceps and the firmness of his chest, the result of his recent dedication to physical fitness. His strong arms wrapped around her, giving her a sexual excitement she hadn’t felt in a long time. Rani's breath hitched as she took in the scent of his musk, a potent mix of sweat and cologne. The warmth from his embrace spread through her body, igniting a spark of arousal that she hadn't anticipated. Her eyes widened, and she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. Babu’s gym routine had indeed paid off. His broad shoulders and taut abs were a stark contrast to the chubby, almost boyish frame she remembered from before. The way his muscles rippled beneath his shirt was incredibly distracting, and she found herself imagining what his body looked like without the fabric barrier. As they stood there, Rani's hand inadvertently brushed against his crotch, and she could feel his growing arousal pressing against her. The sudden intimacy of the moment caused a shiver to run down her spine.Unknown to both of them, the tender motherly kiss that Rani had placed on Babu's forehead had set off a chain reaction. As their bodies remained entwined in the comforting embrace, Rani felt something she hadn't anticipated. Babu's arms tightened around her, and before she knew it, his lips had found hers. At first, it was a gentle peck, a mere expression of gratitude, but as the moments ticked by, it grew into something more. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and demanding. Babu's tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring with an innocence that was both endearing and electrifying. His hands wandered from her shoulders to her back, pulling her even closer. Rani's breathing grew heavy, and she found herself responding in a way that she hadn't allowed herself to in a very long time. The taste of him, the scent of his skin, it was all so intoxicating.
The sensation was overwhelming for Babu. His body was unaccustomed to the intimate touch of a woman, and the sudden flood of sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before. He felt his cock thicken and swell, pushing against the fabric of his shorts. The softness of Rani's lips, the warmth of her tongue, the way her body fit perfectly against his—it was as if a switch had been flipped inside of him, unleashing a primal need that he didn't know existed. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, his blood rushing to his groin, and he knew that he wanted more. Much, much more.
Continued in the next part………..
The following day, Babu found himself in the awkward position of being introduced to Vicky, Jasmine’s ex-boyfriend. Jasmine, with a slightly flushed face, brought him over to where Babu was sitting, her hand wrapped around Vicky’s muscular arm. “Babu, this is Vicky. Vicky, this is Babu, my friend from college.”
Vicky eyed Babu up and down, his gaze lingering on the younger man’s lean frame and well-tailored clothes. He knew the type—smooth talkers with a penchant for easy lays. “So, you’re the one who’s been keeping Jas entertained while I’ve been away, huh?” he said with a cocky smile, his voice dripping with innuendo.
Babu felt his stomach clench as he looked into Vicky’s cold, calculating eyes. He managed a strained smile. “Just a friend,” he said, his voice tight.
Vicky’s smile widened. “Yeah, sure. We’ve all had those friends, haven’t we, Jas?” He leaned in closer to Jasmine, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle, her cheeks growing even redder.
As Jasmine excused herself to the washroom, Babu took the opportunity to confront Vicky, his voice low and filled with a mix of curiosity and jealousy he couldn't quite hide. "So, are you two getting back together?" he asked, his gaze unwavering.
Vicky's eyes narrowed, a smug grin playing on his lips. "What's it to you, playboy?" he shot back, mistaking Babu's concern for romantic interest. "You know how it is, right? Sometimes you just can't keep your dick out of a tight pussy, especially one as sweet as Jas'. I'm just here to remind her of the real deal before she settles for some college boy's amateur moves." His tone was crude, his words a deliberate jab at Babu's inexperience.
Babu's fists clenched, but he held his ground, not about to let Vicky's vulgarity get the better of him. "Jasmine is not just a 'tight pussy' for you to use," he said through gritted teeth. "She's a person with feelings."
Vicky's smile grew wolfish. "Oh, I know she's got feelings," he leered, "but it's not her heart I'm after." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Babu's ear. "It's that sweet cunt of hers that's been haunting my dreams, begging for a real man's touch."
Vicky chuckled, leaning back in his chair, his arms folded smugly across his broad chest. "Let's just say I've had my fill of that tight little snatch," he bragged, his eyes glinting with a cruel satisfaction. "For the last two years before we called it quits, she was my personal fucktoy, always eager to take whatever I gave her." His voice was a sneer, a deliberate attempt to provoke and demean. "But you know how it is, she's got that kind of pussy that never gets tired, always begging for more," he said, his words like a serrated knife slicing through Babu's heart. "And now she's all yours to play with, if you can handle it," he added with a wink, assuming Babu was just another notch on Jasmine's bedpost.
The explicit details of Vicky's description painted vivid images in Babu's mind, images of Jasmine's body, contorted and sweaty, her luscious curves bouncing as she was pounded by Vicky's larger frame. It was an image that both aroused and repulsed him, filling him with a mix of lust and anger. He clenched his jaw, his eyes flashing with a fierce protectiveness for his friend that was unfamiliar and intense.
Babu's face contorted with anger as Vicky's words hit him like a sledgehammer. "How can you talk about Jasmine like that?" he seethed.
Vicky just chuckled, sipping his drink. "Oh, come on, don't play the innocent," he said, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Jasmine's not as pure as you think, bro. She's got needs, and sometimes, a big dick is just what she craves." He leaned back, his gaze raking over the memory of the previous night. "Why else would she let me fuck her brains out even after we broke up?" he taunted, his voice thick with the satisfaction of someone who knew they had the upper hand.
The revelation sent Babu's mind reeling. He had always seen Jasmine as a beacon of light in his dark world, a symbol of innocence and purity. To hear Vicky describe her in such a crass and degrading manner was like watching someone defile a sacred place. Yet, the images he painted of her curvy body writhing in pleasure, her moans filling the room, stirred something deep within Babu. A primal part of him was jealous, yes, but also... intrigued. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to see Jasmine in that state of unbridled passion. The thought made his cock twitch in his pants, and he shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide his growing arousal from Vicky's piercing gaze.Babu, weary from the week’s events, packed his bag and decided to go home for the long weekend. The quiet of the government quarters always had a way of grounding him, and he hoped it would help clear his mind.
The interaction with Vicky left an impression on Babu, one he couldn’t quite shake. Unknowingly, Babu began to limit his interactions with Jasmine. Their usual chats in the lab grew shorter, and the impromptu outings that had once been a highlight of their days became infrequent. Though he still appreciated her company, a quiet hesitation took root in him—a mix of uncertainty and a need to maintain distance.
Jasmine, on her part, noticed the change. She sensed a newfound restraint in Babu, though she couldn’t pinpoint its cause. She wondered if it was because of Vicky’s sudden appearance, but Babu’s polite yet distant demeanor gave her no clear answers. Despite her attempts to keep their friendship as it was, the natural ease between them seemed to falter.
For Babu, this change wasn’t intentional. It was more a reflection of his internal struggle—a mix of confusion over his feelings and an effort to avoid any further complexities in his already tangled life. As much as he missed their closeness, he found himself retreating into his routine, focusing more on his studies, gym sessions, and quiet moments of reflection.
A few days later, Babu packed his bags and headed home for the long weekend. When Babu arrived home the atmosphere in the government quarters was as quiet as ever. Sunanda was at the temple, leaving Rani busy in the kitchen. As Babu settled into the living room, Rani came in with a glass of water and sat across from him.
“So, how’s college life? And how’s your friend Jasmine?” she asked casually, referring to the friend Babu had mentioned during his last visit.
Babu’s face darkened at the mention of Jasmine. He leaned back in his chair, his voice sharp as he muttered, “I don’t want to talk about that… that bitch.”
Rani froze, her expression quickly shifting to one of disbelief and anger. She put the glass down with a loud thud. “What did you just say?”
Babu looked away, unwilling to meet her gaze. “Forget it, Rani akka. I don’t want to talk about her.”
Rani’s patience wore thin. “No, Babu. I won’t forget it. First, you come to me, asking me to keep an eye on your sister Aruna, and now you’re sitting here calling your friend—a girl who stood by you—a bitch? What’s wrong with you?”
At that, Babu’s frustration boiled over. “You want to know what’s wrong, Rani akka? I’ll tell you. I saw Aruna and Purushotham together. Laughing, touching, like they didn’t care who saw them. And everyone acts like I’m crazy for thinking something’s going on!”
Rani’s eyes widened in shock. “What are you saying, Babu? Do you even know what you’re accusing her of?”
“I know what I saw!” he snapped. “I’m not blind, and I’m not stupid. She’s not the saint everyone thinks she is.”
Rani’s voice hardened. “You’re letting your anger get the better of you, Babu. You’ve been seeing things through a cloud of suspicion since the moment Aruna came here. And now you’re dragging Jasmine into this mess? This isn’t the Babu I know.”
Babu stood up abruptly, his fists clenched. “Maybe you don’t know me at all, Rani akka. And maybe you don’t know Aruna as well as you think, either.”
Rani rose to her feet, her tone sharp and unforgiving. “If you can’t control your anger and your words, then maybe it’s better we end this conversation here. I’m done listening to this nonsense.”
Without waiting for a response, Rani turned and stormed back into the kitchen, leaving Babu alone in the living room, simmering with unresolved frustration. The silence that followed was deafening, but neither of them was willing to break it.
The next morning, the sun streamed through the windows of the government quarters, casting a warm glow across the living room where Babu and Rani sat. The tension from the night before had dissipated somewhat, but the air was still charged with something unspoken. The next morning, Babu woke to the sound of faint laughter coming from the living room. Curious and a bit unsettled after the tense exchange with Rani, he got up and wandered to the window. There, he saw his mother, Sunanda, in her workout attire, stepping out of the house with Aruna by her side. They were heading to the gym, chatting and smiling, a rare sight that brought an unexpected sting of emotion to Babu’s chest.
He rubbed his eyes and leaned against the window frame, letting out a heavy sigh. The memory of his harsh words from the previous evening flooded back, and a wave of guilt washed over him.
After a few moments, he stepped into the kitchen where Rani was busy preparing breakfast. Her face was calm, but she didn’t acknowledge him right away. He hesitated, then spoke softly.
“Rani akka…” his voice faltered, and he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. For last night. For the way I spoke to you.”
Rani stopped stirring the pot on the stove but didn’t turn to face him. “It’s not me you hurt with your words, Babu. It’s yourself. Carrying all this anger and frustration… it’s eating you up.”
Her words struck a chord, and he felt his eyes well up. “I… I don’t have anyone to talk to, akka,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “I don’t know how to handle all this. My thoughts, my doubts, everything feels so heavy. I don’t even know if I’m doing the right thing anymore.”
Rani turned around, her expression softening. She walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Babu, you don’t have to carry everything on your own. We’re family. You can always share your burdens with us. But you need to let go of the anger and suspicion that’s clouding your heart.”
Babu looked down, a tear escaping down his cheek. “I just feel so lost sometimes, akka.”
Rani pulled him into a hug, her embrace warm and comforting. She placed a motherly kiss on his forehead and whispered, “You’re not alone, Babu. You have people who care about you, who want to help you. Just trust us.”
Babu nodded against her shoulder, feeling a small but significant weight lift off his chest. For the first time in a while, he felt a glimmer of hope, a sense that he wasn’t as alone as he thought.
Babu hugged Rani tightly, feeling the warmth of her body seep into his. His muscles, honed from hours at the gym, flexed against her soft form. She felt the bulge of his biceps and the firmness of his chest, the result of his recent dedication to physical fitness. His strong arms wrapped around her, giving her a sexual excitement she hadn’t felt in a long time. Rani's breath hitched as she took in the scent of his musk, a potent mix of sweat and cologne. The warmth from his embrace spread through her body, igniting a spark of arousal that she hadn't anticipated. Her eyes widened, and she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. Babu’s gym routine had indeed paid off. His broad shoulders and taut abs were a stark contrast to the chubby, almost boyish frame she remembered from before. The way his muscles rippled beneath his shirt was incredibly distracting, and she found herself imagining what his body looked like without the fabric barrier. As they stood there, Rani's hand inadvertently brushed against his crotch, and she could feel his growing arousal pressing against her. The sudden intimacy of the moment caused a shiver to run down her spine.Unknown to both of them, the tender motherly kiss that Rani had placed on Babu's forehead had set off a chain reaction. As their bodies remained entwined in the comforting embrace, Rani felt something she hadn't anticipated. Babu's arms tightened around her, and before she knew it, his lips had found hers. At first, it was a gentle peck, a mere expression of gratitude, but as the moments ticked by, it grew into something more. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and demanding. Babu's tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring with an innocence that was both endearing and electrifying. His hands wandered from her shoulders to her back, pulling her even closer. Rani's breathing grew heavy, and she found herself responding in a way that she hadn't allowed herself to in a very long time. The taste of him, the scent of his skin, it was all so intoxicating.
The sensation was overwhelming for Babu. His body was unaccustomed to the intimate touch of a woman, and the sudden flood of sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before. He felt his cock thicken and swell, pushing against the fabric of his shorts. The softness of Rani's lips, the warmth of her tongue, the way her body fit perfectly against his—it was as if a switch had been flipped inside of him, unleashing a primal need that he didn't know existed. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, his blood rushing to his groin, and he knew that he wanted more. Much, much more.
Continued in the next part………..
Part 3 of Chapter 5
Their kiss grew more passionate, and Rani felt Babu's hands roam further down her body, gripping her hips and pulling her against his growing erection. His fingers traced the curve of her ass, and she couldn't help but moan into his mouth. The sound seemed to spur him on, and his hands grew more insistent, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. Rani's own hands had found their way to his chest, and she could feel his heart racing beneath her palms. Her nipples had grown hard, poking against the fabric of her blouse, and she knew that she was just as aroused as he was.
The kitchen, which had been the setting for so many mundane moments in their lives, was now a hotbed of passion and desire. The smell of breakfast cooking on the stove was almost overpowered by the scent of their need for each other. As Babu's hands began to explore her body, Rani found herself lost in a haze of sensation. Her mind was racing with thoughts, a mix of guilt and excitement. But the physical connection between them was undeniable.
This was wrong, she told herself. But it felt so right. Her body was singing with need, begging for his touch. And as his hands found their way under her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her stomach, she realized that she didn't want it to stop. Rani's hands moved to Babu's waist, sliding up to his firm, muscular back. She could feel the tension in his body, the desire that matched her own. Her thoughts grew hazy, and she gave in to the moment, allowing the kiss to deepen, allowing her body to respond to the call of his.
Their kiss grew more heated, their bodies grinding against each other in a silent dance of passion. The tension between them was palpable, and it was clear that this was a path they hadn't intended to tread. But the pull was too strong, the attraction too undeniable. As Babu's hands found her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, Rani's mind swam with lust. She moaned against his mouth, her hips thrusting against his hard cock.
Their breaths mingled, their hearts beating as one. In that moment, the lines of their relationship blurred, and all that remained was the raw, primal need for each other. Babu's hands trembled as he reached down to the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, revealing his thick, engorged cock. It sprang free from the fabric, standing tall and proud, almost twice the size of Rani's husband's, which she hadn't seen in a long time. Rani's eyes widened with shock and fascination at the sheer size of it. She had never seen anything like it before, and she felt a sudden, intense desire to feel it in her mouth. Without a second thought, she sank to her knees, her heart racing as she gazed up at Babu, whose own eyes were filled with a mix of surprise and hunger.
Her small, soft hands wrapped around his massive shaft, her thumbs gently caressing the sensitive underside. The head of his cock was a deep shade of purple, glistening with a bead of pre-cum that she eagerly lapped up with the tip of her tongue. The salty taste of him sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she knew she had to have more.
Rani took a deep breath and leaned in, her full, luscious lips parting to accommodate the girth of his manhood. She wrapped her mouth around the head, her tongue swirling around the tip, savoring the flavor of him. She felt Babu's body tense as she took him inch by inch, her cheeks hollowing as she worked to take as much of him as she could. His cock was so thick that she could barely fit it past her lips, and she had to adjust her grip to keep from gagging.
Her hands pumped the base of his shaft as she began to bob her head up and down, her tongue sliding along the underside of his length. She could feel him growing even harder in her mouth, his veins pulsing with each stroke. Babu's hands found their way into her hair, guiding her rhythm, urging her to take more. She obeyed, her throat stretching to accommodate his size, her eyes watering with the effort.
Rani's cheeks were flushed, and she could feel her own arousal building as she listened to the sound of his labored breathing and the occasional moan that escaped his lips. Her pussy was wet and throbbing, begging for attention, but she remained focused on the task at hand, her sole purpose to bring pleasure to the man she had come to care for so deeply.
As she deep-throated him, her nose brushing against the trimmed hairs of his pubis, she could feel the beginnings of his orgasm. His hips bucked slightly, and he let out a low growl. Rani knew she had to keep going, to give him the release he so desperately needed. She increased her pace, her head bobbing faster, her tongue flicking against the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock.
Babu's grip tightened in her hair as he approached the brink of ecstasy. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of amazement and gratitude. He had never felt anything so intense, so mind-blowingly good. And as he finally reached climax, his cock pulsed in her mouth, releasing a hot, sticky load of cum that she greedily swallowed, feeling a sense of satisfaction that was unlike anything she had ever experienced.They broke apart, both panting heavily, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. Rani's knees were weak from the intensity of the moment, her mouth still wet from the taste of Babu's cum. She stood up slowly, her hand lingering on his still-hard cock for a brief second before she stepped back, her cheeks flushed and her eyes filled with an unspoken longing.
"We... we should talk," she managed to say, her voice thick with desire. "But not now. We need to... clean up and get ready for the day."
Babu nodded, his own arousal evident in his gaze. He stepped back and tucked his cock back into his shorts, the fabric straining against his thickness. "Later, akka," he murmured, the endearment taking on a new, deeper meaning.
They parted ways, each retreating to their respective rooms to clean up and compose themselves. As Rani washed her face, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervous anticipation for what the rest of the day would bring. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of passion and confusion, but one thing was clear: she wanted Babu. Her pussy was swollen and slick, begging for the attention of his thick, hard cock.
Throughout the day, the tension between them grew palpable, a potent undercurrent of desire that neither could ignore. Every glance, every accidental touch, sent jolts of electricity through their bodies, reminding them of the unspoken promise of pleasure that awaited them.
The hours crawled by, each minute feeling like an eternity as they both bided their time, waiting for the right moment to explore the carnality that had been unleashed in the kitchen that morning. The air was thick with it, a heady mix of lust and need that seemed to charge the very air around them.
Finally, as the evening drew closer and the house grew quiet, Rani knew that the time had come to face the desires that had been simmering just below the surface. She approached Babu's room, her heart racing, and opened the door without knocking. He was there, sitting on the bed, his eyes dark with the same hunger that consumed her.
The evening light cast a soft glow into the room as Rani stepped inside, her body swaying with the gentle confidence of a woman ready to claim what she desired. "Babu," she began, her voice a seductive purr, "we need to talk." Babu looked up from his phone, his heart racing at the sight of her. She had changed into a tight dress that accentuated her ample curves, and the way it hugged her hips made him ache with need. Rani took a deep breath and closed the distance between them, her hand reaching for his. "We can't doing this, here. We need to go somewhere private."
Babu nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Where?" he asked, his voice gruff with anticipation.
Rani leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Oyo room," she whispered. "Where we can be alone and not have to worry about anyone walking in."
The thought of having her all to himself, in a place where they could be as loud and wild as they wanted, sent a shiver of excitement down Babu's spine. He nodded again, and said "Okay, akka."
In the dimly lit Oyo room, Rani's sari clung to her damp skin as Babu's hands roamed over her luscious curves. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, their kisses grew more urgent, their tongues dancing together in a passionate tango that left them both breathless. Babu's hands slid over Rani's voluptuous breasts, feeling the nipples harden beneath the thin fabric. He reached down to grasp the fullness of her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her closer, his erection pressing against her stomach. Rani moaned into his mouth, her own hands frantically unbuttoning his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his muscular chest against her skin.
With each touch, the fire between them grew hotter. Babu's hands found their way up her skirt, his thumbs rubbing against the slickness of her pussy through her panties. She was already wet for him, the scent of her arousal filling the room like a potent aphrodisiac. He groaned, his own cock aching for release, and lifted her onto the bed, his mouth moving to the soft flesh of her neck, kissing and nibbling his way down to her heaving chest.
The sari fell away, revealing Rani's ample bosom, her areolas a dark pink against the pale skin of her breasts. Babu took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her body, the way her curves flowed like a river of temptation. His mouth watered as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his teeth. Rani's back arched, and she moaned, her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Her pussy grew wetter, the fabric of her underwear growing slick with need.
Babu slid his hand down to her mound, feeling the heat of her sex radiate against his palm. He slid a finger under the elastic band, finding the wetness that awaited him. He stroked her gently, feeling her clit swell under his touch. Rani's breathing grew ragged as he played with her, her hips moving in silent plea. He knew she was ready, that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. But he was in no rush. This moment, this forbidden encounter, was too precious to hurry through.
He took his time, exploring every inch of her body with his hands and mouth, savoring the sweet taste of her skin and the heady scent of her desire. Her breathy gasps and whimpers were his guide, leading him to the most sensitive spots, the places that made her squirm and moan in pleasure. And as he touched her, tasted her, claimed her, Babu realized that this was no longer about anger or frustration. It was about connection, about finding solace in the arms of someone who understood him, who could give him the release he so desperately craved.
Their bodies moved together in a slow, sensual dance, each caress and kiss building the tension higher and higher. And when Babu finally slid his finger inside her, feeling the warm embrace of her pussy, Rani's legs fell open, welcoming him in. He stared into her eyes, the depth of his need reflected in the dark pools of her gaze, and knew that this was just the beginning of a journey that would change both of their lives forever.Babu's inexperience took over, and with one swift move, he positioned himself between Rani's legs and pushed his thick, condom-covered cock into her wet pussy. The sudden intrusion made her cry out in pain. Rani's eyes widened and she gripped the bedsheets tightly, her body unaccustomed to the sheer size of him. Despite thel discomfort, she felt a thrill at the sensation of being filled so completely by the young man she had taken under her wing. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill as her body stretched to accommodate him.
Their eyes locked, and Babu paused, his own eyes filled with a mix of concern and passion. "Akka, are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained.
Rani took a deep breath, nodding. "It's just... it's been a long time," she managed to say, her voice shaky. "And you're so big."
Babu's chest swelled with pride at her words, his ego inflating alongside his cock.
Continued in the next part………..
Their kiss grew more passionate, and Rani felt Babu's hands roam further down her body, gripping her hips and pulling her against his growing erection. His fingers traced the curve of her ass, and she couldn't help but moan into his mouth. The sound seemed to spur him on, and his hands grew more insistent, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. Rani's own hands had found their way to his chest, and she could feel his heart racing beneath her palms. Her nipples had grown hard, poking against the fabric of her blouse, and she knew that she was just as aroused as he was.
The kitchen, which had been the setting for so many mundane moments in their lives, was now a hotbed of passion and desire. The smell of breakfast cooking on the stove was almost overpowered by the scent of their need for each other. As Babu's hands began to explore her body, Rani found herself lost in a haze of sensation. Her mind was racing with thoughts, a mix of guilt and excitement. But the physical connection between them was undeniable.
This was wrong, she told herself. But it felt so right. Her body was singing with need, begging for his touch. And as his hands found their way under her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her stomach, she realized that she didn't want it to stop. Rani's hands moved to Babu's waist, sliding up to his firm, muscular back. She could feel the tension in his body, the desire that matched her own. Her thoughts grew hazy, and she gave in to the moment, allowing the kiss to deepen, allowing her body to respond to the call of his.
Their kiss grew more heated, their bodies grinding against each other in a silent dance of passion. The tension between them was palpable, and it was clear that this was a path they hadn't intended to tread. But the pull was too strong, the attraction too undeniable. As Babu's hands found her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, Rani's mind swam with lust. She moaned against his mouth, her hips thrusting against his hard cock.
Their breaths mingled, their hearts beating as one. In that moment, the lines of their relationship blurred, and all that remained was the raw, primal need for each other. Babu's hands trembled as he reached down to the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, revealing his thick, engorged cock. It sprang free from the fabric, standing tall and proud, almost twice the size of Rani's husband's, which she hadn't seen in a long time. Rani's eyes widened with shock and fascination at the sheer size of it. She had never seen anything like it before, and she felt a sudden, intense desire to feel it in her mouth. Without a second thought, she sank to her knees, her heart racing as she gazed up at Babu, whose own eyes were filled with a mix of surprise and hunger.
Her small, soft hands wrapped around his massive shaft, her thumbs gently caressing the sensitive underside. The head of his cock was a deep shade of purple, glistening with a bead of pre-cum that she eagerly lapped up with the tip of her tongue. The salty taste of him sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she knew she had to have more.
Rani took a deep breath and leaned in, her full, luscious lips parting to accommodate the girth of his manhood. She wrapped her mouth around the head, her tongue swirling around the tip, savoring the flavor of him. She felt Babu's body tense as she took him inch by inch, her cheeks hollowing as she worked to take as much of him as she could. His cock was so thick that she could barely fit it past her lips, and she had to adjust her grip to keep from gagging.
Her hands pumped the base of his shaft as she began to bob her head up and down, her tongue sliding along the underside of his length. She could feel him growing even harder in her mouth, his veins pulsing with each stroke. Babu's hands found their way into her hair, guiding her rhythm, urging her to take more. She obeyed, her throat stretching to accommodate his size, her eyes watering with the effort.
Rani's cheeks were flushed, and she could feel her own arousal building as she listened to the sound of his labored breathing and the occasional moan that escaped his lips. Her pussy was wet and throbbing, begging for attention, but she remained focused on the task at hand, her sole purpose to bring pleasure to the man she had come to care for so deeply.
As she deep-throated him, her nose brushing against the trimmed hairs of his pubis, she could feel the beginnings of his orgasm. His hips bucked slightly, and he let out a low growl. Rani knew she had to keep going, to give him the release he so desperately needed. She increased her pace, her head bobbing faster, her tongue flicking against the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock.
Babu's grip tightened in her hair as he approached the brink of ecstasy. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of amazement and gratitude. He had never felt anything so intense, so mind-blowingly good. And as he finally reached climax, his cock pulsed in her mouth, releasing a hot, sticky load of cum that she greedily swallowed, feeling a sense of satisfaction that was unlike anything she had ever experienced.They broke apart, both panting heavily, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. Rani's knees were weak from the intensity of the moment, her mouth still wet from the taste of Babu's cum. She stood up slowly, her hand lingering on his still-hard cock for a brief second before she stepped back, her cheeks flushed and her eyes filled with an unspoken longing.
"We... we should talk," she managed to say, her voice thick with desire. "But not now. We need to... clean up and get ready for the day."
Babu nodded, his own arousal evident in his gaze. He stepped back and tucked his cock back into his shorts, the fabric straining against his thickness. "Later, akka," he murmured, the endearment taking on a new, deeper meaning.
They parted ways, each retreating to their respective rooms to clean up and compose themselves. As Rani washed her face, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervous anticipation for what the rest of the day would bring. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of passion and confusion, but one thing was clear: she wanted Babu. Her pussy was swollen and slick, begging for the attention of his thick, hard cock.
Throughout the day, the tension between them grew palpable, a potent undercurrent of desire that neither could ignore. Every glance, every accidental touch, sent jolts of electricity through their bodies, reminding them of the unspoken promise of pleasure that awaited them.
The hours crawled by, each minute feeling like an eternity as they both bided their time, waiting for the right moment to explore the carnality that had been unleashed in the kitchen that morning. The air was thick with it, a heady mix of lust and need that seemed to charge the very air around them.
Finally, as the evening drew closer and the house grew quiet, Rani knew that the time had come to face the desires that had been simmering just below the surface. She approached Babu's room, her heart racing, and opened the door without knocking. He was there, sitting on the bed, his eyes dark with the same hunger that consumed her.
The evening light cast a soft glow into the room as Rani stepped inside, her body swaying with the gentle confidence of a woman ready to claim what she desired. "Babu," she began, her voice a seductive purr, "we need to talk." Babu looked up from his phone, his heart racing at the sight of her. She had changed into a tight dress that accentuated her ample curves, and the way it hugged her hips made him ache with need. Rani took a deep breath and closed the distance between them, her hand reaching for his. "We can't doing this, here. We need to go somewhere private."
Babu nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Where?" he asked, his voice gruff with anticipation.
Rani leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Oyo room," she whispered. "Where we can be alone and not have to worry about anyone walking in."
The thought of having her all to himself, in a place where they could be as loud and wild as they wanted, sent a shiver of excitement down Babu's spine. He nodded again, and said "Okay, akka."
In the dimly lit Oyo room, Rani's sari clung to her damp skin as Babu's hands roamed over her luscious curves. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, their kisses grew more urgent, their tongues dancing together in a passionate tango that left them both breathless. Babu's hands slid over Rani's voluptuous breasts, feeling the nipples harden beneath the thin fabric. He reached down to grasp the fullness of her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her closer, his erection pressing against her stomach. Rani moaned into his mouth, her own hands frantically unbuttoning his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his muscular chest against her skin.
With each touch, the fire between them grew hotter. Babu's hands found their way up her skirt, his thumbs rubbing against the slickness of her pussy through her panties. She was already wet for him, the scent of her arousal filling the room like a potent aphrodisiac. He groaned, his own cock aching for release, and lifted her onto the bed, his mouth moving to the soft flesh of her neck, kissing and nibbling his way down to her heaving chest.
The sari fell away, revealing Rani's ample bosom, her areolas a dark pink against the pale skin of her breasts. Babu took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her body, the way her curves flowed like a river of temptation. His mouth watered as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his teeth. Rani's back arched, and she moaned, her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Her pussy grew wetter, the fabric of her underwear growing slick with need.
Babu slid his hand down to her mound, feeling the heat of her sex radiate against his palm. He slid a finger under the elastic band, finding the wetness that awaited him. He stroked her gently, feeling her clit swell under his touch. Rani's breathing grew ragged as he played with her, her hips moving in silent plea. He knew she was ready, that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. But he was in no rush. This moment, this forbidden encounter, was too precious to hurry through.
He took his time, exploring every inch of her body with his hands and mouth, savoring the sweet taste of her skin and the heady scent of her desire. Her breathy gasps and whimpers were his guide, leading him to the most sensitive spots, the places that made her squirm and moan in pleasure. And as he touched her, tasted her, claimed her, Babu realized that this was no longer about anger or frustration. It was about connection, about finding solace in the arms of someone who understood him, who could give him the release he so desperately craved.
Their bodies moved together in a slow, sensual dance, each caress and kiss building the tension higher and higher. And when Babu finally slid his finger inside her, feeling the warm embrace of her pussy, Rani's legs fell open, welcoming him in. He stared into her eyes, the depth of his need reflected in the dark pools of her gaze, and knew that this was just the beginning of a journey that would change both of their lives forever.Babu's inexperience took over, and with one swift move, he positioned himself between Rani's legs and pushed his thick, condom-covered cock into her wet pussy. The sudden intrusion made her cry out in pain. Rani's eyes widened and she gripped the bedsheets tightly, her body unaccustomed to the sheer size of him. Despite thel discomfort, she felt a thrill at the sensation of being filled so completely by the young man she had taken under her wing. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill as her body stretched to accommodate him.
Their eyes locked, and Babu paused, his own eyes filled with a mix of concern and passion. "Akka, are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained.
Rani took a deep breath, nodding. "It's just... it's been a long time," she managed to say, her voice shaky. "And you're so big."
Babu's chest swelled with pride at her words, his ego inflating alongside his cock.
Continued in the next part………..
Final part of Chapter 5
Babu's inexperience was evident as he began to move inside her. His strokes were erratic and eager, driven by the intense pleasure of feeling her warm, tight pussy surrounding his cock. Despite her gentle encouragement to go slow, he couldn't hold back. The sensation was too much for his untried body to handle. Within minutes, Babu's hips were bucking, and he was panting heavily. With a final, desperate thrust, he came hard, his cock pulsing as he filled the condom with his seed. The suddenness of it all took him by surprise, and he couldn't help the slightly embarrassed look that crossed his face. Rani, on the other hand, felt a mix of disappointment and understanding. She stroked his hair, whispering soothing words as he collapsed onto her chest, his body spent from the explosive release.
Rani took a moment to appreciate the weight of Babu's body on hers, his muscular frame a stark contrast to the tender way he looked at her. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, a testament to the passion that had just unfolded between them. With a gentle smile, she soothed his nerves. "It's okay, Babu," she cooed, her voice a warm caress. "You're young, and your body responds quickly. It's natural."
Her hand reached down between them, her slender fingers wrapping around his still half-hard cock. She began to stroke him gently, feeling him swell back to life under her touch. "Let's try again," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.
Babu looked up at her, a mix of surprise and relief washing over his face. "But, akka," he began, his voice filled with doubt.
"Shh," Rani silenced him, her voice low and seductive. "This time, I'll make sure you last longer." With that, she slid down his body, her full breasts brushing against his chest as she took his cock in her mouth once again. Her tongue flicked against the underside, her cheeks hollowing as she took him in deeper than before. Babu's eyes rolled back in his head, his hands reflexively tangling in her hair as she worked her magic.
Her mouth moved with purpose, her technique flawless as she brought him back to full arousal. Her saliva mixed with his precum, creating a slickness that made her movements even more tantalizing. As she sucked him off, she could feel his body tense and release, his cock growing harder with every stroke of her tongue.
Finally, when she was sure he was ready, Rani pulled away, her lips glistening with the evidence of her ministrations. She reached for the nightstand, her hand trembling slightly with excitement as she retrieved another condom. With practiced ease, she tore open the packet and rolled it down his length, her eyes never leaving his. "Now, let's show you what it's really like to make love to a woman," she whispered, a hint of a challenge in her voice.
Babu watched, his heart racing as she positioned herself over him, her wet pussy hovering just above his cock. He felt her heat, her wetness, and knew he was about to experience something he had only ever dreamed of. As she began to lower herself onto him, Rani took a deep breath, her walls stretching to accept his thickness once more. This time, she set the pace, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes locked onto his.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the sound of their wet, slapping flesh filling the room as she rode him. Babu's eyes wandered over her curvy form, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. His cock was buried deep within her, and the sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt. Rani's breasts bounced with every thrust, and he couldn't resist reaching up to squeeze and tease her nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips.
Their connection grew stronger with each passing second, the barriers of their familial relationship crumbling away, leaving only the raw, unbridled passion that had been simmering between them for so long. They were lost in the moment, a tangle of limbs and desire, their moans and gasps echoing off the walls as they reached for the ultimate release.
Rani's pussy grew tighter around him, her muscles contracting as she approached climax. She leaned forward, her hair cascading down to tickle his chest as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear. "You feel so good, Babu," she breathed. "Don't stop, don't ever stop."
The encouragement was all he needed. With renewed vigor, Babu began to thrust up into her, his hips meeting hers with increasing force. Rani's moans grew louder, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. And as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock.
Rani's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as Babu's cock filled her completely. She threw her head back, her long hair a wild mane around her flushed face, and screamed out his name as pleasure unlike any she had ever known ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on him, and she felt his own orgasm building, his cock swelling even larger inside her. As her climax crashed over her, she tightened her grip on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her body shuddering with each powerful contraction. It was an earth-shattering, soul-baring release that left her feeling more alive than she had in years, and she knew, in that moment, that she never wanted it to end.With Rani's legs still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, she gently eased herself off of Babu's still-throbbing cock and lay down beside him, her breathing ragged and her heart racing like a wild animal in her chest. Despite the intense pleasure that had just coursed through her body, she couldn't ignore the fact that he had yet to find his own release. Looking up into his eyes, which were filled with a mix of awe and adoration, she took his hand in hers. "It's your turn now, Babu," she whispered, her voice a soft, sultry purr. "Climb on top of me, but this time, go slow. I want us to come together."
Babu's eyes lit up at her words, and he eagerly complied, moving to position himself between her legs. His cock was still rock-hard, the condom stretched tightly over his length, and Rani felt a thrill run through her as she watched him approach. She spread her legs wider, inviting him in, and guided him to her entrance, feeling her pussy clench in anticipation. As he pushed into her, Rani's eyes rolled back in her head, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. He was so big, so thick, that even the slightest movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through her.
With a low groan, Babu began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm that made Rani's toes curl. She could feel every inch of him, the velvety head of his cock brushing against her g-spot with each deep thrust. Rani's legs wrapped around him, her ankles locking together at the base of his spine as she pulled him closer, urging him to fill her completely. Her nails dug into his back, leaving shallow furrows in his skin as she held on for dear life, her body writhing beneath him.
The room was filled with the wet, squelching sounds of their lovemaking, their breaths coming in ragged gasps and moans. Babu's muscular chest hovered over her, his abs rippling with the effort of maintaining his slow, deliberate pace. His eyes never left hers, and Rani felt a deep connection forming between them, one that went beyond the physical. She knew that this moment was changing them both, that they were crossing a line that could never be uncrossed. But she didn't care. All she cared about was the feeling of him inside her, the way their bodies fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
With each stroke, Babu grew more confident, more in tune with her body. He leaned down to kiss her, his tongue delving into her mouth as his cock plunged deeper into her pussy. The kiss was a dance of passion, a silent communication of need and want. Rani's hips bucked up to meet him, her body moving in perfect harmony with his. She could feel another orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to consume her. "Fuck me, Babu," she murmured against his lips. "Fuck me hard, but slow."
He obeyed, his strokes becoming more powerful, more intense, as he felt her body tighten around him. Rani's pussy was a vice, a warm, wet embrace that seemed to milk his cock with every movement. His balls were tight and heavy with cum, and he knew that he was close, so close. But he held back, his eyes locked on hers, his entire focus on bringing her to climax alongside him.
Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and Babu couldn't resist leaning down to take one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it as he continued to fuck her. Rani's moans grew louder, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt herself getting closer and closer. The pressure in her belly grew, the tension in her pussy unbearable. "Don't stop," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. "Please, don't stop."
Babu didn't stop. He pushed into her, his cock hitting just the right spot with every movement. And then it was there, the sweet release she had been chasing. Her pussy spasmed around him, her body arching off the bed as she came with a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house.
Babu felt the intense contractions of Rani's pussy around his cock, and it was all he could take. He had never felt anything so tight, so perfect, and the sensation was more than he could handle. With a guttural groan, he gave in to the overwhelming pleasure, his own climax crashing over him like a tidal wave. His cock pulsed within her, filling the condom with ropes of thick, hot cum as he buried his face in her neck, his body shaking with the force of his release. They lay there, their breaths mingling, their hearts pounding in time with one another's, lost in the aftermath of a passion that had been years in the making. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, one that neither of them wanted to end. But as reality began to seep back in, they both knew that they had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.
End of Chapter 5.
Babu's inexperience was evident as he began to move inside her. His strokes were erratic and eager, driven by the intense pleasure of feeling her warm, tight pussy surrounding his cock. Despite her gentle encouragement to go slow, he couldn't hold back. The sensation was too much for his untried body to handle. Within minutes, Babu's hips were bucking, and he was panting heavily. With a final, desperate thrust, he came hard, his cock pulsing as he filled the condom with his seed. The suddenness of it all took him by surprise, and he couldn't help the slightly embarrassed look that crossed his face. Rani, on the other hand, felt a mix of disappointment and understanding. She stroked his hair, whispering soothing words as he collapsed onto her chest, his body spent from the explosive release.
Rani took a moment to appreciate the weight of Babu's body on hers, his muscular frame a stark contrast to the tender way he looked at her. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, a testament to the passion that had just unfolded between them. With a gentle smile, she soothed his nerves. "It's okay, Babu," she cooed, her voice a warm caress. "You're young, and your body responds quickly. It's natural."
Her hand reached down between them, her slender fingers wrapping around his still half-hard cock. She began to stroke him gently, feeling him swell back to life under her touch. "Let's try again," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.
Babu looked up at her, a mix of surprise and relief washing over his face. "But, akka," he began, his voice filled with doubt.
"Shh," Rani silenced him, her voice low and seductive. "This time, I'll make sure you last longer." With that, she slid down his body, her full breasts brushing against his chest as she took his cock in her mouth once again. Her tongue flicked against the underside, her cheeks hollowing as she took him in deeper than before. Babu's eyes rolled back in his head, his hands reflexively tangling in her hair as she worked her magic.
Her mouth moved with purpose, her technique flawless as she brought him back to full arousal. Her saliva mixed with his precum, creating a slickness that made her movements even more tantalizing. As she sucked him off, she could feel his body tense and release, his cock growing harder with every stroke of her tongue.
Finally, when she was sure he was ready, Rani pulled away, her lips glistening with the evidence of her ministrations. She reached for the nightstand, her hand trembling slightly with excitement as she retrieved another condom. With practiced ease, she tore open the packet and rolled it down his length, her eyes never leaving his. "Now, let's show you what it's really like to make love to a woman," she whispered, a hint of a challenge in her voice.
Babu watched, his heart racing as she positioned herself over him, her wet pussy hovering just above his cock. He felt her heat, her wetness, and knew he was about to experience something he had only ever dreamed of. As she began to lower herself onto him, Rani took a deep breath, her walls stretching to accept his thickness once more. This time, she set the pace, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes locked onto his.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the sound of their wet, slapping flesh filling the room as she rode him. Babu's eyes wandered over her curvy form, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. His cock was buried deep within her, and the sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt. Rani's breasts bounced with every thrust, and he couldn't resist reaching up to squeeze and tease her nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips.
Their connection grew stronger with each passing second, the barriers of their familial relationship crumbling away, leaving only the raw, unbridled passion that had been simmering between them for so long. They were lost in the moment, a tangle of limbs and desire, their moans and gasps echoing off the walls as they reached for the ultimate release.
Rani's pussy grew tighter around him, her muscles contracting as she approached climax. She leaned forward, her hair cascading down to tickle his chest as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear. "You feel so good, Babu," she breathed. "Don't stop, don't ever stop."
The encouragement was all he needed. With renewed vigor, Babu began to thrust up into her, his hips meeting hers with increasing force. Rani's moans grew louder, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. And as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock.
Rani's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as Babu's cock filled her completely. She threw her head back, her long hair a wild mane around her flushed face, and screamed out his name as pleasure unlike any she had ever known ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on him, and she felt his own orgasm building, his cock swelling even larger inside her. As her climax crashed over her, she tightened her grip on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her body shuddering with each powerful contraction. It was an earth-shattering, soul-baring release that left her feeling more alive than she had in years, and she knew, in that moment, that she never wanted it to end.With Rani's legs still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, she gently eased herself off of Babu's still-throbbing cock and lay down beside him, her breathing ragged and her heart racing like a wild animal in her chest. Despite the intense pleasure that had just coursed through her body, she couldn't ignore the fact that he had yet to find his own release. Looking up into his eyes, which were filled with a mix of awe and adoration, she took his hand in hers. "It's your turn now, Babu," she whispered, her voice a soft, sultry purr. "Climb on top of me, but this time, go slow. I want us to come together."
Babu's eyes lit up at her words, and he eagerly complied, moving to position himself between her legs. His cock was still rock-hard, the condom stretched tightly over his length, and Rani felt a thrill run through her as she watched him approach. She spread her legs wider, inviting him in, and guided him to her entrance, feeling her pussy clench in anticipation. As he pushed into her, Rani's eyes rolled back in her head, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. He was so big, so thick, that even the slightest movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through her.
With a low groan, Babu began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm that made Rani's toes curl. She could feel every inch of him, the velvety head of his cock brushing against her g-spot with each deep thrust. Rani's legs wrapped around him, her ankles locking together at the base of his spine as she pulled him closer, urging him to fill her completely. Her nails dug into his back, leaving shallow furrows in his skin as she held on for dear life, her body writhing beneath him.
The room was filled with the wet, squelching sounds of their lovemaking, their breaths coming in ragged gasps and moans. Babu's muscular chest hovered over her, his abs rippling with the effort of maintaining his slow, deliberate pace. His eyes never left hers, and Rani felt a deep connection forming between them, one that went beyond the physical. She knew that this moment was changing them both, that they were crossing a line that could never be uncrossed. But she didn't care. All she cared about was the feeling of him inside her, the way their bodies fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
With each stroke, Babu grew more confident, more in tune with her body. He leaned down to kiss her, his tongue delving into her mouth as his cock plunged deeper into her pussy. The kiss was a dance of passion, a silent communication of need and want. Rani's hips bucked up to meet him, her body moving in perfect harmony with his. She could feel another orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to consume her. "Fuck me, Babu," she murmured against his lips. "Fuck me hard, but slow."
He obeyed, his strokes becoming more powerful, more intense, as he felt her body tighten around him. Rani's pussy was a vice, a warm, wet embrace that seemed to milk his cock with every movement. His balls were tight and heavy with cum, and he knew that he was close, so close. But he held back, his eyes locked on hers, his entire focus on bringing her to climax alongside him.
Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and Babu couldn't resist leaning down to take one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it as he continued to fuck her. Rani's moans grew louder, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt herself getting closer and closer. The pressure in her belly grew, the tension in her pussy unbearable. "Don't stop," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. "Please, don't stop."
Babu didn't stop. He pushed into her, his cock hitting just the right spot with every movement. And then it was there, the sweet release she had been chasing. Her pussy spasmed around him, her body arching off the bed as she came with a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house.
Babu felt the intense contractions of Rani's pussy around his cock, and it was all he could take. He had never felt anything so tight, so perfect, and the sensation was more than he could handle. With a guttural groan, he gave in to the overwhelming pleasure, his own climax crashing over him like a tidal wave. His cock pulsed within her, filling the condom with ropes of thick, hot cum as he buried his face in her neck, his body shaking with the force of his release. They lay there, their breaths mingling, their hearts pounding in time with one another's, lost in the aftermath of a passion that had been years in the making. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, one that neither of them wanted to end. But as reality began to seep back in, they both knew that they had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.
End of Chapter 5.
Part 6: Shadows of the Past
At the government office canteen, a bustling yet informal space where employees gathered for their lunch break. Sai and Srinu sat at their usual spot, a corner table by the window that offered a view of the courtyard.
Sai stirred his coffee absentmindedly, trying to frame his question. Finally, he broke the silence. “Srinu anna, can I ask you something?”
Srinu, mid-bite of his idli, raised an eyebrow. “Of course, Sai. What’s on your mind?”
Sai leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to avoid the chatter around them. “It’s about Purushotham. What do you know about him?”
Srinu paused, putting down his spoon. “Why do you ask about him all of a sudden?”
Sai hesitated, then decided to proceed carefully. “I’ve seen him around at Sunanda madam’s quarters, and I got curious. He seems… close to the family.”
Srinu nodded knowingly. “Ah, yes. Purushotham has been with them for a long time. He’s like family, you could say. Sunanda madam’s mother had a very close friend, and Purushotham is her son. That connection brought him into their lives.”
Sai’s curiosity deepened. “So, he’s been part of their lives for years?”
Srinu leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Yes. From what I know, he’s been around as long as I’ve worked with madam. Even after her husband’s passing, he’s stayed involved, helping with errands and being a reliable presence. To madam, he’s like a son.”
Sai nodded, filing the information away. “And what about Aruna? She seems… different.”
Srinu chuckled lightly, though his tone hinted at a more serious undertone. “Aruna, ah. She’s not exactly cut from the same cloth. She only came to stay with madam after her father’s death. Before that, she lived with her sister Vani and her brother Venu.”
Sai froze mid-sip of his coffee. “She has a sister and a brother?”
Srinu nodded, a flicker of surprise on his face at Sai’s ignorance. “Yes, didn’t you know? Her sister Vani is married and has her own family, and Venu… well, I haven’t heard much about him. Aruna isn’t particularly close to them, though. I suspect there’s some history there, but it’s not my place to dig into it.”
Sai absorbed the new information carefully, his thoughts racing. The layers to Aruna’s life seemed far more intricate than he had initially assumed. He nodded thoughtfully, deciding not to press further for now. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly falling into place, and he knew he had to tread carefully as he delved deeper into the web of relationships surrounding Sunanda madam’s family.
Srinu himself tells Sai that he should ask Yedukondalu if he wants more information. Sai says, "Is he the same who works at the Manibazar office?" Srinu says, "Yes."
Srinu leaned back in his chair, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips as he began narrating the events of the past. “You know, Sai, I wasn’t always working for Sunandha madam. I started off as Narendra sir’s driver. I worked for him for almost ten years. Wherever he got transferred, he used his connections to make sure I got transferred too. He was like that—always took care of the people who worked for him.”
He paused to sip his coffee before continuing. “After sir retired, there was a brief period when I didn’t work for them. Those were quiet days, but I stayed in touch with the family. Later, when Sunandha madam needed someone reliable after sir’s passing, I was reassigned to her. It’s been that way ever since.”
"It was during that period when Yedukondalu worked for madam," Srinu added, his voice lowering slightly as if sharing a secret.
Sai, intrigued, leaned forward. “How was Narendra sir?” he asked, curious about the man who seemed to have left such an impact.
Srinu’s face lit up with an almost reverent glow. “Sir was no ordinary man, Sai. People called him ‘The Lion,’ and rightly so. Imagine this—a man who could have lived in luxury, holding one of the highest ranks, yet chose to stay in madam’s modest quarters after retirement. That’s the kind of honesty we’re talking about.”
His voice grew firmer, tinged with awe. “He was a force of nature, Sai. Loved by those who worked under him, respected by his peers, and utterly feared by anyone who dared walk the wrong path. Sir didn’t just lead—he inspired, commanded, and protected. There was no one like him, and there never will be.”
Srinu paused for a moment, his eyes clouded with memory. "They got married way before I started working for them," he said, his voice low. "But from what I’ve heard, I can tell you this much—Sunandha started working in Sir's office as a mid-level clerk. She was smart, hardworking, and honest, just like her reputation."
He leaned in slightly, his tone dropping even further. "Sir was very charming, you see. Every woman in the office desired him, but he was loyal to his first wife. That loyalty was unshakable. But Madam… well, she became very close to Sir, and no one really knew how or why."
Srinu's eyes flickered to the side before he continued, as though gathering the right words. "Then, something happened. No one really knows what went on behind closed doors, but from what I’ve heard, Sir and his first wife started fighting daily. The tension grew, and that’s when Madam and Sir became even closer. It wasn’t long before they ended up married."
He let out a small sigh, shaking his head slightly. "It wasn’t an easy thing for anyone to understand, least of all for those who knew Sir’s character. But in the end, that’s how it happened.
Srinu’s gaze softened as he leaned back in his chair. “You know, Sir was 18 years older than Madam, but they looked so good together,” he said with a touch of nostalgia. “Even with the age difference, there was something about them that just clicked. They were always in sync, like two halves of the same whole.” He paused, his expression growing more thoughtful.
“When I first started working for them, Babu was already about 8 years old,” Srinu continued, his tone tinged with reverence. “Even then, Sir and Madam were inseparable. It was like watching a newlywed couple, even after all those years. There was this warmth, this bond between them that was undeniable. You could tell they were made for each other, no matter the challenges life threw their way.”
He gave a small smile, his eyes reflecting the admiration he had for the couple. “They were a picture of commitment, always standing by each other, no matter what. It’s something I’ll never forget.”
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Back at college, Babu settled back into his routine, though something about him had shifted. There was a noticeable difference in his demeanor—he walked with more purpose, his steps steady and his posture straighter. The weight of his internal struggles seemed lighter, and his usually distant expression had softened.
Fucking Rani, had given him a new sense of confidence. He was no longer carrying the same burden of confusion and frustration that had once clouded his every thought. Instead, he found himself engaging more with his surroundings, and even the little things—like his lectures or the gym sessions—felt more meaningful.
Though the turbulence of his emotions hadn’t completely disappeared, there was a certain calmness in the way he carried himself now. Babu was learning to navigate the chaos of his life with more clarity, all thanks to Rani’s pussy.
Every night, Babu and Rani spent hours on the phone, talking about everything. Their conversation meandered through the mundane details of his college life—his classes, his newfound love for poetry, the antics of his friends—but each sentence was loaded with a double meaning, a secret language that only they understood. Each time they talked about his "stamina" or her "flexibility," it was as if they were touching each other again, their words a silent echo of the nights they had spent tangled in the sheets.
Their relationship became a source of comfort for both of them, a place where they could be open about their desires without fear of judgment. But as they spoke, Rani felt a twinge of guilt. She knew that this was a betrayal. Rani's husband, Ashok, had been nothing but kind to her and her family too. Yet, the pull of her feelings for Babu was too strong to resist, a current that dragged him deeper into a whirlpool of desire and deception.
Rani’s husband, who had always been trusting and understanding, began to notice the increasing number of late-night calls. At first, he dismissed it, but after a few weeks, a sense of unease began to creep in. He suspected that something might be wrong. The late-night conversations, the secrecy, and the closeness between Babu and Rani started to make him uncomfortable. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to their conversations than what met the eye, and it left him questioning the boundaries of their relationship.
As the days passed, Babu and Jasmine’s friendship also grew even stronger. Babu began to understand that Jasmine’s personal choices were hers to make, and he no longer felt the need to judge or question her decisions. He admired her independence, her confidence, and the way she carried herself, despite the occasional tension between them.
For Jasmine, Babu’s newfound confidence was magnetic. She noticed the subtle changes in him—the way he stood taller, the way he carried himself with purpose. There was an air of self-assurance about him now that hadn’t been there before, and it made her see him in a new light. His quiet strength, combined with the kindness he had always shown her, started to stir something inside her that she hadn’t expected.
One evening, they were studying together at the campus café when Jasmine looked up from her notes. "You’ve changed," she said casually, taking a sip from her coffee.
Babu glanced at her, surprised by the comment. "In what way?"
Jasmine smiled, her eyes softening. "I don’t know. You just... seem different. More sure of yourself, I guess."
Babu looked down, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I’ve been trying to work on it. Things haven’t been easy, but I guess it’s starting to show."
Jasmine nodded, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer than usual. "Well, it’s working," she said, her voice just above a whisper.
Babu met her eyes, feeling a warmth spread through him. There was something unspoken between them now, something that had shifted in their friendship. As much as Babu valued Jasmine’s companionship, he began to wonder if it was becoming more than just that. But he was hesitant to cross that line, unsure of what it might mean for their bond.
Meanwhile, Jasmine began to notice her own feelings changing. She had always appreciated Babu’s presence, but now she found herself thinking about him more often, wondering how he would react in certain situations, how his smile made her heart flutter. She had always been independent, but Babu’s presence made her feel something different—a sense of comfort she hadn’t expected to find in a friendship.
It wasn’t just his newfound confidence that attracted her, but the way he cared for the people around him. He was always there when she needed him, and that made her start to think of him in a way she hadn’t before.
Babu's steady gym routine and the guidance of his senior, Jean, led to a significant transformation. His once-unassuming appearance evolved into a confident and well-built physique. This change, combined with his growing self-assurance, did not go unnoticed.
Once considered just another quiet, studious guy in college, Babu now turned heads wherever he went. Girls who had barely acknowledged his presence before suddenly found themselves drawn to his newfound charisma. His calm demeanor and respectful interactions added to his appeal, making him a heartthrob for many.
Despite the attention, Babu remained grounded. His transformation was not just physical—it was a reflection of his journey to regain control over his life amidst the emotional chaos that surrounded him. Though he appreciated the newfound admiration, his focus remained on his studies, his family, and his friendship with Jasmine.
Babu’s daily calls to his mother, Sunandha, continued, but the conversations grew increasingly brief. Their exchanges, once filled with updates and casual chatter, now revolved around simple pleasantries and routine questions. However, Sunandha, now engrossed in her own health journey and personal routine, didn’t take it to heart. She understood that Babu was navigating his own path, and his newfound confidence likely brought its own distractions.
Meanwhile, Babu’s attitude towards Purushotham underwent a quiet transformation. His earlier insistence that Purushotham marry Aruna faded. One evening, during a rare conversation, Babu casually said, “It’s okay, Purush. I get you now.”
The words were simple, but they carried a depth of understanding that hadn’t been there before. Babu was letting go of his frustrations and expectations, choosing instead to focus on himself and his own growth. This marked another step in his journey toward maturity and self-acceptance.
Purushotham was pleasantly surprised by the sudden change in Babu’s demeanor. The tension that had previously hung heavy between them seemed to dissolve overnight. Conversations that were once strained now flowed naturally, reminiscent of the camaraderie they shared in earlier days.
They often found themselves laughing over shared memories, and occasionally, the topic of Aruna would come up. Purushotham, chuckling, once remarked, “Babu, you know your sister got a big curvy ass that's just made for doggystyle"
Babu couldn't help but laugh, his eyes lighting up as he playfully nudged Purushotham. "Yeah, I don't blame you, she does have an amazing ass," he admitted, his voice filled with mirth. It was a rare moment of openness between the two friends, one that acknowledged the carnality of their shared desire without judgment or recrimination. The air grew lighter as the tension dissipated, and their laughter echoed through the quiet night.
These lighthearted exchanges brought a sense of normalcy and mutual understanding to their relationship, a welcome reprieve from the complexities that had once strained their bond. For Purushotham, seeing Babu like this was a relief—and a reminder of the friendship they both valued.
Continued in the next part……………..
At the government office canteen, a bustling yet informal space where employees gathered for their lunch break. Sai and Srinu sat at their usual spot, a corner table by the window that offered a view of the courtyard.
Sai stirred his coffee absentmindedly, trying to frame his question. Finally, he broke the silence. “Srinu anna, can I ask you something?”
Srinu, mid-bite of his idli, raised an eyebrow. “Of course, Sai. What’s on your mind?”
Sai leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to avoid the chatter around them. “It’s about Purushotham. What do you know about him?”
Srinu paused, putting down his spoon. “Why do you ask about him all of a sudden?”
Sai hesitated, then decided to proceed carefully. “I’ve seen him around at Sunanda madam’s quarters, and I got curious. He seems… close to the family.”
Srinu nodded knowingly. “Ah, yes. Purushotham has been with them for a long time. He’s like family, you could say. Sunanda madam’s mother had a very close friend, and Purushotham is her son. That connection brought him into their lives.”
Sai’s curiosity deepened. “So, he’s been part of their lives for years?”
Srinu leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Yes. From what I know, he’s been around as long as I’ve worked with madam. Even after her husband’s passing, he’s stayed involved, helping with errands and being a reliable presence. To madam, he’s like a son.”
Sai nodded, filing the information away. “And what about Aruna? She seems… different.”
Srinu chuckled lightly, though his tone hinted at a more serious undertone. “Aruna, ah. She’s not exactly cut from the same cloth. She only came to stay with madam after her father’s death. Before that, she lived with her sister Vani and her brother Venu.”
Sai froze mid-sip of his coffee. “She has a sister and a brother?”
Srinu nodded, a flicker of surprise on his face at Sai’s ignorance. “Yes, didn’t you know? Her sister Vani is married and has her own family, and Venu… well, I haven’t heard much about him. Aruna isn’t particularly close to them, though. I suspect there’s some history there, but it’s not my place to dig into it.”
Sai absorbed the new information carefully, his thoughts racing. The layers to Aruna’s life seemed far more intricate than he had initially assumed. He nodded thoughtfully, deciding not to press further for now. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly falling into place, and he knew he had to tread carefully as he delved deeper into the web of relationships surrounding Sunanda madam’s family.
Srinu himself tells Sai that he should ask Yedukondalu if he wants more information. Sai says, "Is he the same who works at the Manibazar office?" Srinu says, "Yes."
Srinu leaned back in his chair, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips as he began narrating the events of the past. “You know, Sai, I wasn’t always working for Sunandha madam. I started off as Narendra sir’s driver. I worked for him for almost ten years. Wherever he got transferred, he used his connections to make sure I got transferred too. He was like that—always took care of the people who worked for him.”
He paused to sip his coffee before continuing. “After sir retired, there was a brief period when I didn’t work for them. Those were quiet days, but I stayed in touch with the family. Later, when Sunandha madam needed someone reliable after sir’s passing, I was reassigned to her. It’s been that way ever since.”
"It was during that period when Yedukondalu worked for madam," Srinu added, his voice lowering slightly as if sharing a secret.
Sai, intrigued, leaned forward. “How was Narendra sir?” he asked, curious about the man who seemed to have left such an impact.
Srinu’s face lit up with an almost reverent glow. “Sir was no ordinary man, Sai. People called him ‘The Lion,’ and rightly so. Imagine this—a man who could have lived in luxury, holding one of the highest ranks, yet chose to stay in madam’s modest quarters after retirement. That’s the kind of honesty we’re talking about.”
His voice grew firmer, tinged with awe. “He was a force of nature, Sai. Loved by those who worked under him, respected by his peers, and utterly feared by anyone who dared walk the wrong path. Sir didn’t just lead—he inspired, commanded, and protected. There was no one like him, and there never will be.”
Srinu paused for a moment, his eyes clouded with memory. "They got married way before I started working for them," he said, his voice low. "But from what I’ve heard, I can tell you this much—Sunandha started working in Sir's office as a mid-level clerk. She was smart, hardworking, and honest, just like her reputation."
He leaned in slightly, his tone dropping even further. "Sir was very charming, you see. Every woman in the office desired him, but he was loyal to his first wife. That loyalty was unshakable. But Madam… well, she became very close to Sir, and no one really knew how or why."
Srinu's eyes flickered to the side before he continued, as though gathering the right words. "Then, something happened. No one really knows what went on behind closed doors, but from what I’ve heard, Sir and his first wife started fighting daily. The tension grew, and that’s when Madam and Sir became even closer. It wasn’t long before they ended up married."
He let out a small sigh, shaking his head slightly. "It wasn’t an easy thing for anyone to understand, least of all for those who knew Sir’s character. But in the end, that’s how it happened.
Srinu’s gaze softened as he leaned back in his chair. “You know, Sir was 18 years older than Madam, but they looked so good together,” he said with a touch of nostalgia. “Even with the age difference, there was something about them that just clicked. They were always in sync, like two halves of the same whole.” He paused, his expression growing more thoughtful.
“When I first started working for them, Babu was already about 8 years old,” Srinu continued, his tone tinged with reverence. “Even then, Sir and Madam were inseparable. It was like watching a newlywed couple, even after all those years. There was this warmth, this bond between them that was undeniable. You could tell they were made for each other, no matter the challenges life threw their way.”
He gave a small smile, his eyes reflecting the admiration he had for the couple. “They were a picture of commitment, always standing by each other, no matter what. It’s something I’ll never forget.”
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Back at college, Babu settled back into his routine, though something about him had shifted. There was a noticeable difference in his demeanor—he walked with more purpose, his steps steady and his posture straighter. The weight of his internal struggles seemed lighter, and his usually distant expression had softened.
Fucking Rani, had given him a new sense of confidence. He was no longer carrying the same burden of confusion and frustration that had once clouded his every thought. Instead, he found himself engaging more with his surroundings, and even the little things—like his lectures or the gym sessions—felt more meaningful.
Though the turbulence of his emotions hadn’t completely disappeared, there was a certain calmness in the way he carried himself now. Babu was learning to navigate the chaos of his life with more clarity, all thanks to Rani’s pussy.
Every night, Babu and Rani spent hours on the phone, talking about everything. Their conversation meandered through the mundane details of his college life—his classes, his newfound love for poetry, the antics of his friends—but each sentence was loaded with a double meaning, a secret language that only they understood. Each time they talked about his "stamina" or her "flexibility," it was as if they were touching each other again, their words a silent echo of the nights they had spent tangled in the sheets.
Their relationship became a source of comfort for both of them, a place where they could be open about their desires without fear of judgment. But as they spoke, Rani felt a twinge of guilt. She knew that this was a betrayal. Rani's husband, Ashok, had been nothing but kind to her and her family too. Yet, the pull of her feelings for Babu was too strong to resist, a current that dragged him deeper into a whirlpool of desire and deception.
Rani’s husband, who had always been trusting and understanding, began to notice the increasing number of late-night calls. At first, he dismissed it, but after a few weeks, a sense of unease began to creep in. He suspected that something might be wrong. The late-night conversations, the secrecy, and the closeness between Babu and Rani started to make him uncomfortable. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to their conversations than what met the eye, and it left him questioning the boundaries of their relationship.
As the days passed, Babu and Jasmine’s friendship also grew even stronger. Babu began to understand that Jasmine’s personal choices were hers to make, and he no longer felt the need to judge or question her decisions. He admired her independence, her confidence, and the way she carried herself, despite the occasional tension between them.
For Jasmine, Babu’s newfound confidence was magnetic. She noticed the subtle changes in him—the way he stood taller, the way he carried himself with purpose. There was an air of self-assurance about him now that hadn’t been there before, and it made her see him in a new light. His quiet strength, combined with the kindness he had always shown her, started to stir something inside her that she hadn’t expected.
One evening, they were studying together at the campus café when Jasmine looked up from her notes. "You’ve changed," she said casually, taking a sip from her coffee.
Babu glanced at her, surprised by the comment. "In what way?"
Jasmine smiled, her eyes softening. "I don’t know. You just... seem different. More sure of yourself, I guess."
Babu looked down, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I’ve been trying to work on it. Things haven’t been easy, but I guess it’s starting to show."
Jasmine nodded, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer than usual. "Well, it’s working," she said, her voice just above a whisper.
Babu met her eyes, feeling a warmth spread through him. There was something unspoken between them now, something that had shifted in their friendship. As much as Babu valued Jasmine’s companionship, he began to wonder if it was becoming more than just that. But he was hesitant to cross that line, unsure of what it might mean for their bond.
Meanwhile, Jasmine began to notice her own feelings changing. She had always appreciated Babu’s presence, but now she found herself thinking about him more often, wondering how he would react in certain situations, how his smile made her heart flutter. She had always been independent, but Babu’s presence made her feel something different—a sense of comfort she hadn’t expected to find in a friendship.
It wasn’t just his newfound confidence that attracted her, but the way he cared for the people around him. He was always there when she needed him, and that made her start to think of him in a way she hadn’t before.
Babu's steady gym routine and the guidance of his senior, Jean, led to a significant transformation. His once-unassuming appearance evolved into a confident and well-built physique. This change, combined with his growing self-assurance, did not go unnoticed.
Once considered just another quiet, studious guy in college, Babu now turned heads wherever he went. Girls who had barely acknowledged his presence before suddenly found themselves drawn to his newfound charisma. His calm demeanor and respectful interactions added to his appeal, making him a heartthrob for many.
Despite the attention, Babu remained grounded. His transformation was not just physical—it was a reflection of his journey to regain control over his life amidst the emotional chaos that surrounded him. Though he appreciated the newfound admiration, his focus remained on his studies, his family, and his friendship with Jasmine.
Babu’s daily calls to his mother, Sunandha, continued, but the conversations grew increasingly brief. Their exchanges, once filled with updates and casual chatter, now revolved around simple pleasantries and routine questions. However, Sunandha, now engrossed in her own health journey and personal routine, didn’t take it to heart. She understood that Babu was navigating his own path, and his newfound confidence likely brought its own distractions.
Meanwhile, Babu’s attitude towards Purushotham underwent a quiet transformation. His earlier insistence that Purushotham marry Aruna faded. One evening, during a rare conversation, Babu casually said, “It’s okay, Purush. I get you now.”
The words were simple, but they carried a depth of understanding that hadn’t been there before. Babu was letting go of his frustrations and expectations, choosing instead to focus on himself and his own growth. This marked another step in his journey toward maturity and self-acceptance.
Purushotham was pleasantly surprised by the sudden change in Babu’s demeanor. The tension that had previously hung heavy between them seemed to dissolve overnight. Conversations that were once strained now flowed naturally, reminiscent of the camaraderie they shared in earlier days.
They often found themselves laughing over shared memories, and occasionally, the topic of Aruna would come up. Purushotham, chuckling, once remarked, “Babu, you know your sister got a big curvy ass that's just made for doggystyle"
Babu couldn't help but laugh, his eyes lighting up as he playfully nudged Purushotham. "Yeah, I don't blame you, she does have an amazing ass," he admitted, his voice filled with mirth. It was a rare moment of openness between the two friends, one that acknowledged the carnality of their shared desire without judgment or recrimination. The air grew lighter as the tension dissipated, and their laughter echoed through the quiet night.
These lighthearted exchanges brought a sense of normalcy and mutual understanding to their relationship, a welcome reprieve from the complexities that had once strained their bond. For Purushotham, seeing Babu like this was a relief—and a reminder of the friendship they both valued.
Continued in the next part……………..