Incest Family of Shadows

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Part 2 of chapter 6


Sai found himself at the bustling Mani Bazar office, sent there to handle some paperwork for Sunandha madam. The office was a hive of activity, with workers moving briskly, the clatter of typewriters echoing through the halls. Amidst the hum, Sai spotted Yedukondalu—a man in his late forties, with a weathered face and kind eyes—taking a break near the tea stall.
Sai approached him with a polite smile. "Excuse me, are you Yedukondalu?"
Yedukondalu looked up, pleasantly surprised. "Yes, that's me. Who's asking?"
"I'm Sai," he replied, extending a hand. "I work under Sunandha madam."
The mention of Sunandha madam brought a broad smile to Yedukondalu’s face. He shook Sai’s hand warmly. "Ah, madam! How is she? And how’s Babu? I haven’t seen him in years."
"They’re doing well," Sai replied, keeping his tone light. "Babu’s busy with college, and madam’s taking care of herself. Oh, and Aruna is with them now too."
At the mention of Aruna, Yedukondalu’s expression shifted. His eyes widened momentarily, betraying a mix of surprise and unease. He quickly masked it, but Sai noticed the change.
"Aruna?" Yedukondalu repeated, as if testing the name on his tongue. "Well, that’s... unexpected."
Sai tilted his head, curious. "Why? Do you know her?"
Yedukondalu hesitated for a moment, then gave a tight smile. "Let’s just say there’s a story there. I think we should talk, but not here."
Intrigued, Sai nodded. "When and where?"
"Meet me after office hours," Yedukondalu said, his tone firm but friendly. "There’s a tea shop around the corner. We can talk there."
"Alright," Sai agreed. "I’ll see you then."
As they parted ways, Sai couldn’t shake the feeling that he was about to learn something significant. Whatever Yedukondalu had to say, it seemed tied to the enigmatic Aruna—a puzzle Sai was increasingly determined to solve.
Sai sat at a small table in the dimly lit tea shop, sipping his chai and glancing at the entrance every few minutes. The bustle of Mani Bazar filled the air, but his mind was preoccupied with curiosity about what Yedukondalu had to say. Just as Sai was beginning to wonder if he had been stood up, Yedukondalu appeared, his frame silhouetted against the doorway.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” Yedukondalu said, slightly out of breath. He gestured for Sai to follow him. "But this isn’t the place for our conversation. Come with me."
Sai raised an eyebrow but complied, following the older man through a series of winding alleys until they reached a small, dingy bar tucked away from the main street. The smell of alcohol and fried snacks lingered in the air as they entered. Yedukondalu found a corner table, ordered a drink for himself, and waved off Sai’s offer to join.
“Don’t mind me, Sai,” Yedukondalu said, taking a swig of his whiskey as soon as it arrived. “I need a little liquid courage for what I’m about to tell you.”
Sai leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. “Alright. I’m listening.”
Yedukondalu exhaled deeply, the glass trembling slightly in his hand. “Be careful around Aruna,” he said, his voice low but intense. “She’s like a vicious snake. Beautiful, yes, but her bite is deadly.”
Sai frowned, puzzled by the strong words. “What makes you say that? From what I’ve seen, she’s just… reserved. A bit aloof, maybe.”
Yedukondalu scoffed, shaking his head. “That’s what she wants you to think. She’s not just reserved—she’s calculating. Always thinking two steps ahead. She has a way of wrapping people around her finger, using them until they’re of no use to her anymore.”
Sai crossed his arms, skepticism creeping into his voice. “That’s a bold claim. Do you have any proof, or is this just based on hearsay?”
Yedukondalu leaned back, staring into his glass as if searching for the right words. “Proof? It’s not something you can put on paper. It’s in the way she behaves, the way she manipulates situations to her advantage. I’ve seen her do it.”
“Seen her do what?” Sai pressed, his curiosity mingled with unease.
Yedukondalu set the glass down and met Sai’s gaze. “That’s a long story, my friend. But it starts with the way she treated people who trusted her—people like Narendra sir and others who gave her a chance. She’s a master at playing the victim while pulling the strings in the background. If you’re not careful, you’ll find yourself tangled in her web before you even realize it.”
Sai leaned back, the weight of Yedukondalu’s words sinking in. “Alright,” he said finally. “I’m listening. Tell me everything you know about her.”
Yedukondalu took another sip of his drink, his hand trembling slightly as he set the glass down. He leaned closer to Sai, lowering his voice as if the walls had ears. “Sai, there’s something you should know. Aruna and I… we had an affair.”
Sai’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What? You and Aruna? Are you serious?”
Yedukondalu nodded grimly. “Yes. It’s not something I’m proud of, but it happened.”
Sai struggled to process the revelation. “When did this happen? How did you even meet her?”
Yedukondalu’s gaze drifted into the distance, as if he were reliving the past. “It was about five years ago,” he began. “Back when Aruna was living with madam’s family. I was working as an attender for them then.”
Sai leaned forward, his curiosity now tinged with confusion. “Wait a minute. Are you saying this isn’t the first time Aruna stayed with madam’s family? I thought she moved in after her father passed away.”
Yedukondalu shook his head. “No, Sai. This was years before that. She stayed with them for a while back then too, though under very different circumstances. It was during that time that our paths crossed, and… things happened.”
Sai frowned, his mind racing. “Why was she living with them back then? And how did it lead to… this?”
Yedukondalu sighed heavily. “That’s a story in itself. But let’s just say Aruna has a way of inserting herself into situations and making people trust her—only to use that trust to her advantage. And I was no exception.”
Sai sat back, trying to wrap his head around what he’d just learned. This wasn’t just about Aruna anymore. There were layers to her story, layers that seemed to hide secrets deeper than he’d anticipated.
Yedukondalu took a deep breath before continuing. “It all started when Aruna’s mother passed away. She was devastated, fell into a deep depression. Narendra sir, being the kind man he was, decided to bring her to their home. At that time, they were living in the Executive Quarters because sir was still working.”
Sai nodded, listening intently.
“Babu was staying in a hostel back then, preparing for his 10th exams. Sir was often out of town for conferences and official duties, and madam was swamped with her own work. That left me on bungalow duty most of the time. I ended up spending a lot of time with Aruna,” Yedukondalu said, his voice lowering as he recalled those days.
Yedukondalu continued, “At first, our interactions were limited. She would ask me to do small household errands—bring her water, serve her lunch, that sort of thing. I was just a silent spectator while she watched TV every afternoon, keeping my distance.”
He paused, taking a sip from his glass before continuing. “But slowly, things changed. We started talking, mostly about the serials she was so engrossed in. She’d ask my opinions, laugh at my comments. Then the conversations shifted—we began talking about other things, little bits about life, dreams, and even mundane stuff.”
Sai raised an eyebrow, sensing there was much more to this story. “And that’s how it started?” he asked.
Yedukondalu nodded gravely. “Yes, that’s how it started. It seemed harmless back then... but it wasn’t.”
Yedukondalu chuckled bitterly as he recounted, “Slowly, she started commenting on my way of dressing. At first, it was casual—little remarks about my shirt being too plain or my trousers looking old-fashioned. Then one day, she said, ‘You know, if only you dressed differently, you’d look like a Hollywood hero. You’re a handsome man, Yedukondalu, but you don’t do yourself justice.’”
He shook his head, his tone carrying a mix of regret and bewilderment. “At the time, I didn’t think much of it. I thought she was just being kind or playful. But looking back, I realize she was planting seeds, setting the stage for something more.”
Sai glanced at Yedukondalu, taking in his tall stature, fair skin, and broad shoulders. For a moment, he couldn’t help but think to himself, She wasn’t wrong about that. The man, despite his modest demeanor, had an undeniable presence that could easily draw attention.
Yedukondalu continued, his voice lowering as he recalled, "She started flaunting her curves in a way that I couldn’t ignore. She’d drape her sari low, well below the navel. It was... so tempting. At first, I thought it was just her way of being comfortable, but soon, I realized it was deliberate."
He paused, taking a swig of his drink, as if to steady himself before continuing. "She knew exactly what she was doing, and I... I wasn’t strong enough to resist."
Yedukondalu took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting a mix of regret and nostalgia. "You know, Sai," he began, his voice thick with emotion, "I come from a poor family. I’ve struggled all my life to make ends meet. When someone like Aruna—an absolutely gorgeous princess, so far out of my league—showed interest in me, I couldn’t resist. I thought... I thought I was the luckiest man alive. That a woman like her had fallen for me—it felt like a dream."
He took another sip of his drink, his hands trembling slightly as he placed the glass down. "I didn’t see the truth back then. I was blind to everything except how special she made me feel."
Yedukondalu's expression grew taut as he recounted the sordid tale, his voice thick with the bitter residue of deception. "Yes, there was fucking, plenty of it," he admitted, his eyes glazed over with the memories of those torrid encounters. "But I was a fool to believe it was love that made her wet for me. Every moan, every orgasmic spasm was just part of the act she put on. And I, like the pathetic fool I was, lapped it all up."
Yedukondalu's hands tightened around his glass as he continued, the pain of the memory resurfacing. "One day, I got a notice from the head office—ordered to attend a departmental enquiry. I couldn't believe it. The accusation? Sexual harassment. And it wasn’t just me—they made allegations against Madam too, claiming she allowed it. That was when I knew it was over."
He paused, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned back in his chair, lost in the past. "Not only could I lose my job, but I could’ve gone to jail. My entire life, everything I had worked for, was about to be shattered because of something I never thought could happen. Something that was fabricated."
Yedukondalu's eyes darkened as he stared into the distance, the weight of the betrayal still fresh in his heart. "It was the worst time of my life, Sai. Everything I thought was real—every moment I thought was ours—turned out to be a lie. And when I needed her the most, she was nowhere to be found. Not a word, not a single explanation. I was left to face the consequences alone."Yedukondalu took a deep breath, as though still feeling the relief that came with the memory. "I got lucky, Sai," he said, his voice soft but steady. "The enquiry officer was Anand Sir, a close friend of Narendra Sir. He knew the whole family, understood the dynamics. When he looked into the case, he saw through the lies. He closed the enquiry, saying it was all false allegations."
He paused, his expression darkening slightly. "I was saved. But it wasn’t without consequences. Even though I didn't lose my job or go to jail, things changed. I was never the same after that. I couldn't look at Aruna the same way. And I couldn't stay in that house anymore, not with her. It was a game for her. A game that almost ruined me."
Yedukondalu took another sip from his glass, his fingers trembling slightly. "I never told anyone what really happened. But now, you need to know, Sai. Stay away from her. She's dangerous."
Sai sat in stunned silence, the weight of Yedukondalu’s words sinking in. It was a lot to process, and he needed a moment to gather his thoughts. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke, his voice laced with confusion and disbelief.
"Then why is Madam allowing Aruna back into the house?" Sai asked, struggling to make sense of it all.


Continued in the next part…….

 

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Part 3 of Chapter 6
Yedukondalu shrugged, a troubled expression clouding his face. "I don't know," he replied, his voice low and filled with frustration. "After everything that happened, it's hard to understand why Madam would welcome her back. Maybe she sees something in Aruna that I don’t… or maybe she’s just too kind to turn her away." He took a long pause before continuing, the weight of his next words hanging heavy in the air.
"It was Madam who encouraged me to finish my graduation," he added quietly, his tone almost regretful. "She saw potential in me when I was just an attender. Without her pushing me, I probably would’ve stayed stuck in that same position for the rest of my life. Thanks to her, I got promoted to a desk job. She always looked out for me… for the family. But I can’t make sense of what’s happening with Aruna."
Sai nodded slowly, his mind racing. Yedukondalu’s words were like a storm, leaving him disoriented and confused. How could someone so kind and caring have allowed such toxicity to linger in their home?
Yedukondalu's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as he made his way back to his modest abode. The memory of Aruna's deceptive allure had ignited a fiery lust within him, and he could feel his cock thicken with the recollection of her treacherous ways. He couldn't help but wonder if he had missed any signs, any clues that she had been playing him all along. His wife, a simple yet beautiful woman with a heart of gold, had no idea of the dark secrets her husband had just revealed to Sai. She looked at him with her warm, trusting eyes as he walked through the door, and all he could do was channel his anger and frustration into something more primal.
Without a word, he grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her into their cramped bedroom. She looked at him with surprise, but the hunger in his gaze left no room for questions. He tore her sari away, revealing her voluptuous body, the very opposite of Aruna's deceptive charm. His wife's breasts bounced freely as he threw her onto the bed, her thick thighs parting willingly to accept his urgent advances. He didn’t bother with foreplay; he was too consumed by the rage that boiled in his veins.
With a grunt, he plunged into her, his cock filling her up, stretching her wide. She gasped with pleasure, arching her back, her pussy wet and welcoming. He fucked her hard, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room. His wife moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as he pounded into her with all the pent-up anger that Aruna had brought to the surface.
He pumped into her like a man possessed, each stroke a declaration of dominance, each thrust a silent protest against the manipulation he had suffered. She met his intensity with her own, her hips rising to meet him, her pussy clenching around his cock as she neared climax. They were two people, bound together by love and trust, sharing a moment of raw passion fueled by the dark revelations of the evening.


As Yedukondalu reached his peak, he buried his face in her neck, biting down gently as he came inside her, filling her with his seed. She shuddered beneath him, her own orgasm crashing through her body, a testament to the unspoken bond between them.
Afterwards, he rolled off her, panting heavily. She looked at him, her eyes glazed with satisfaction and curiosity. "What happened today, Konda?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.
He kissed her softly, his eyes filled with a mix of love and guilt. "Nothing, dear," he murmured, stroking her cheek. "It's just the stress of work." He didn’t have the heart to burden her with the truth. Instead, he held her tight and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, hoping that his affection could drown out the echoes of Aruna's seductive whispers that still haunted him.
As they lay there in the aftermath of passion, the silence grew heavier, a stark contrast to the chaos of their love-making. He knew that he couldn't keep the truth from her forever, but for tonight, he needed to keep the darkness of his past at bay, to cherish the sanctity of their love.
With a final kiss good night, he rolled over, pulling her closer to him. They lay there, entwined in each other's arms, a silent pact between them to face whatever the future held. Yedukondalu’s thoughts, however, remained in the murky waters of the past, wrestling with the snake he knew as Aruna.
Flashback: Five years ago
The anticipation of the day had been building up within Yedukondalu since the early morning. He had meticulously chosen his outfit—a crisp, well-fitted shirt that highlighted the muscles of his broad chest and tailored trousers that hugged his strong thighs—exactly as Aruna had suggested. When the rest of the household had left for the day, the tension in the air grew palpable, the silence of the executive quarters only punctuated by the distant sounds of Mani Bazar coming to life outside.
As he approached the living room, he found Aruna lounging on the couch, her legs crossed and her sari draped in a way that exposed the smooth, shapely curves of her calf. She looked up as he entered, a knowing smile playing on her full, red lips. Her eyes, dark and mysterious, took him in from head to toe, lingering on his groin before meeting his gaze. "Happy birthday, Yedukondalu," she purred, her voice dripping with a sweetness that belied the venom beneath the surface.
Without waiting for a response, she beckoned him closer with a dainty wave of her hand. The air between them crackled with unspoken desires as he stepped forward, his cock swelling with every step. When he was within arm’s reach, she stood up, her breasts pressing against his chest, and whispered in his ear, "I have a special gift for you today."

The moment the first notes of the romantic song filled the air, Aruna gracefully switched the music system to a playlist of her choosing. Her movements grew more deliberate as she turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with a seductive light that sent a shiver down his spine. With a flick of her wrist, she began to unravel the sari that had been draped around her body, revealing inch by inch the tantalizing beauty beneath. Her full, round breasts spilled out, their dark areolae tightening with anticipation as they bounced gently with the rhythm of the music. Her stomach was flat and toned, the perfect canvas for the delicate belly button ring that sparkled in the dim light of the room. Her hips swayed as she stepped out of the pool of fabric at her feet, showcasing her curvy figure clad only in a translucent, lacy lingerie set that left little to the imagination. The g-string barely contained her plump, shaved pussy, the damp fabric hinting at the wetness already gathering there. Yedukondalu’s eyes followed the curve of her waist, down to her thick, muscular thighs and the round globes of her ass that called out for his touch. She was the epitome of temptation—every detail of her body a testament to her ability to manipulate and entice.
The heat of her breath sent shivers down his spine as she began to unbutton his shirt, her slender fingers tracing a tantalizing path down to his belt. His heart raced as she unbuckled it and slid his trousers down to reveal his stiff erection, standing tall and proud. Aruna's eyes widened with feigned innocence as she took in the sight, her pupils dilating with lust.
Yedukondalu's body was a testament to his hard work—his abs rippling with each breath, his cock thick and veiny. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his shaft, her long, manicured nails scraping gently along his skin. He groaned, his resolve to resist her advances crumbling like dust in the face of such temptation.
With a smug smile, Aruna sank to her knees, her glossy hair cascading around her shoulders like a curtain. She took his length into her mouth, her lips creating a warm, wet suction that made him buck his hips involuntarily. He could feel her tongue dancing along the underside of his cock, her teeth grazing him just enough to make him grit his teeth with pleasure.
His eyes rolled back as she deep-throated him, her head bobbing up and down in a rhythmic motion that seemed to sync with the beating of his heart. He was lost in the moment, his mind a haze of pleasure and disbelief that this beautiful, young woman was servicing him in such a way.
As she pulled away, her lips shiny with his precum, she looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Do you like your gift, Yedukondalu?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr that made his blood race. He nodded, unable to form coherent words, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Standing up, she leaned into him, her soft breasts pressing against his bare chest. She whispered in his ear, "But that's just the beginning. I have so much more in store for you." Her hand slipped between her own legs, her fingers disappearing beneath the folds of her sari.
Yedukondalu felt his knees go weak as she began to rub her clit, her breaths quickening against his neck. He knew that today would be a day to remember—a day where the lines between servant and mistress would be blurred by the intoxicating dance of lust and manipulation.
Yedukondalu picked Aruna up in his strong arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom. His cock strained against her pussy, eager to plunge into her depths. He laid her down on the bed, his eyes devouring the sight of her in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He kissed her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. His hands roamed over her body, exploring the curves and valleys that had haunted his dreams for months. Her skin was velvety soft, a stark contrast to the fiery passion that burned within her.
Aruna reached down, her nimble fingers deftly removing the g-string that had been taunting him since she had revealed herself. His cock sprang free, bobbing in anticipation. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his penis teasing her wet entrance. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her pussy, the plump lips glistening with desire, the clit swollen and begging for his attention. With a gentle push, he slid inside her, filling her up completely.
Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating as she took in the sensation of his girth. He moved slowly, savoring the tightness of her cunt as it clenched around him. Each thrust was met with a soft moan from her lips, her breasts bouncing with every movement. Yedukondalu took his time, not wanting to rush the moment, not wanting to give in to the fiery passion that had consumed them both. He knew that this was a dance that required patience, a delicate balance of power and surrender.
He watched as Aruna’s face contorted in pleasure, her back arching off the bed as he hit just the right spot. Her nails dug into his back, urging him to go deeper, faster. He complied, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that had her legs shaking and her pussy gushing around him. He could feel her muscles tighten, her body building towards climax. He leaned down, taking one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he continued to pump into her. She screamed his name, her body writhing in ecstasy.
The walls of her pussy began to quiver, signaling the onset of her orgasm. Yedukondalu’s own climax was approaching, his balls tightening with every stroke. He picked up the pace, driving into her with an urgency that was palpable. Her legs wrapped tighter around him, her heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper. He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer, the pleasure too intense to contain.
With a final, powerful thrust, he felt her body convulse around him, her orgasm tearing through her like a storm. It was all the encouragement he needed, his own release following swiftly, his hot cum flooding her insides. He collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the mattress as they both panted, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.
For a moment, they lay there, their hearts racing in unison. The room was filled with the scent of their passion, the quietude only broken by their labored breathing. And in that moment, the power dynamics that had once governed their relationship were forgotten, replaced by a deep, raw connection that transcended their roles. It was a union that neither had anticipated, a conflagration of lust that had been smoldering beneath the surface for too long.
Yedukondalu rolled off her, his chest heaving as he stared at the ceiling. Aruna curled into his side, her hand resting on his chest, her breathing gradually returning to normal. The weight of what they had done settled on them both, but for now, they were lost in the haze of their shared pleasure, the complexities of their situation temporarily buried beneath the sheets.
Over the following weeks, the illicit affair between Yedukondalu and Aruna grew in intensity. Each encounter was more passionate than the last, with Aruna’s seductive whispers guiding him deeper into her treacherous embrace. Yedukondalu remained blissfully oblivious to Aruna’s true intentions. He thought he had found something genuine, a spark of connection that transcended their social boundaries. Little did he know, he was merely a pawn in her game of manipulation, a tool she wielded to satisfy her carnivorous desires. Each time they lay together, their bodies tangled and sweaty, he was unknowingly signing his soul away to a woman who cared for him only as a means to an end.
And now, Yedukondalu is grateful every day that he had escaped the potential scandal that could have ruined his life. The knowledge of his luck weighed heavily on him, and he resolved to be more vigilant, not only for his own sake but for the sake of those around him. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for Aruna, who seemed so desperate to fill the void in her life with power and control, but he knew that pity was a dangerous emotion to entertain when dealing with someone so adept at playing the victim. He continued his work, carrying the burden of his secret, aware that it could come back to haunt him if he ever let his guard down again.

End of chapter 6.

 

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This is how i imagine Aruna would look like. Special thanks to user lonelywoman1967 for giving me these pics.

 

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Chapter 7: Shadows in play.
Sai sat on his cot, gripping his phone tightly, replaying Yedukondalu’s shocking revelations in his mind. He decided he needed to share this with Rani. Dialing her number, he waited as the phone rang twice before she picked up.
"Hello, Sai! What’s the matter? You sound tense," Rani said, her usual cheerful tone evident.
Sai tried to sound composed. "Nothing much, Rani. Just thought I’d check in. How’s everything at home?"
"Busy, as always," Rani replied. "Madam’s gym routine is in full swing, and Babu—well, you know him. He’s got his hands full with college and all."
After a brief pause, Sai said cautiously, "Rani, I wanted to talk to you about Aruna’s affair."
At the mention of Aruna, Rani’s tone shifted slightly, sounding almost knowing. "Oh, that? I already know. Babu told me everything."
Sai froze. His heartbeat quickened, and his grip on the phone tightened. "He told you? So he knows too" he asked, trying to mask his shock.
"Of course. It wasn’t easy for him, you know. But he accepted it," Rani said, her voice calm but serious.
Sai’s mind raced. So, they already know about Yedukondalu? He had expected to break the news to Rani, but this changed everything.
"Hello? Sai? Are you there?" Rani asked, her voice tinged with concern.
"I… uh… yeah," Sai stammered. "I didn’t realize Babu had already talked to you."
Rani sighed. "Yes, he did. Look, Sai, it’s not easy to handle these things, but I’m doing my best. Don’t worry about it."
Sai swallowed hard, feeling overwhelmed. "Alright. I’ll call you later, Rani," he mumbled and ended the call abruptly.
Placing the phone down, Sai stared at the wall, his thoughts swirling. So Babu and Rani already knew about Aruna and Yedukondalu? He felt relieved but also unsettled. What exactly had Babu told Rani? Did they know everything, or were there details Yedukondalu hadn’t shared with them?
Sai exhaled deeply, feeling like he had stepped into a story that was far bigger—and darker—than he’d anticipated.
Purushotham’s visits to Sunandha’s house had become a regular affair, filling the quarters with lighthearted conversations and shared memories. With his renewed camaraderie with Babu, the air was more relaxed than it had been in months. However, Aruna couldn’t shake the unease building within her. She noticed subtle shifts in the dynamics—Purushotham’s relaxed demeanor around Babu, their occasional shared laughter. Something was amiss.
One evening, unable to contain her frustrations, Aruna called Babu. He picked up after a few rings, his voice casual but curious. "Hello, Akka. Everything okay?"
Aruna wasted no time. "Babu, what’s going on? What’s the deal with Purushotham?"
Babu, caught off guard, leaned back on his bed, his tone turning serious. "What do you mean, Akka? Why are you bringing this up now?"
"Don’t act like you don’t know," Aruna snapped. "You said you’d talk to him about marriage, but nothing’s happening. He visits the house all the time, and it’s like… like none of this even matters to him. What are you doing, Babu?"
Babu sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Akka, you need to relax. Why are you rushing this? Things like this take time."
"Rushing?" Aruna’s voice rose. "It’s been weeks, Babu. Weeks! You promised me you’d handle it. Instead, all I see is you and him acting like best friends, laughing and joking around. What am I supposed to think?"
Babu took a deep breath, his voice steady but firm. "Listen, Akka. I’ve been thinking about this, and honestly, I think we need to face the truth. That night…" He hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "That night was a mistake. Both of you were part of that mistake. Maybe it’s time you accept that too."
There was silence on the line before Aruna’s voice came through, trembling with anger and disbelief. "A mistake? You think that’s what that was?"
"I’m saying," Babu replied, his tone calm but unyielding, "Akka, you need to move on. What happened shouldn’t define your life—or his. It’s not fair to Purushotham, and it’s not fair to you either."
Aruna’s breathing quickened, and for a moment, Babu thought she might yell. Instead, she hissed, "You’ve changed, Babu," before cutting the call.
Babu stared at his phone screen, the silence in his dorm room deafening. He let out a long breath, knowing his words had hurt her. But deep down, he believed they needed to be said. The mistakes of the past couldn’t dictate their future.
That evening, Purushotham arrived at the quarters as usual, his easygoing presence filling the space with warmth. As he stepped into the living room, Sunandha, dressed in a simple yet elegant saree, greeted him with a smile.
Purushotham paused for a moment, looking at her appreciatively. "Sunandha Madam, you’re looking astonishing today," he said with a playful grin.
Sunandha raised an eyebrow, half amused and half chiding. "Is that how you talk to a woman who is like a mother to you?"
Purushotham chuckled, his response quick and teasing. "If my mother looked like you, I would say the same to her!"
The room erupted in laughter, breaking any lingering tension. Sunandha shook her head at his antics but couldn’t hide the smile on her face.
"Not only do I look better," Sunandha said, once the laughter subsided, "but I feel healthier too. There’s been such an improvement in my energy and my routine."
She glanced toward Aruna, who was sitting nearby, scrolling through her phone. "All thanks to Aruna," Sunandha continued. "She’s been constantly supporting me with my diet, my gym schedule—everything. In fact, sometimes she even accompanies me to the gym."
Purushotham turned to Aruna with an approving nod. "That’s great, Aruna. Madam’s glowing health is proof of your dedication."
Aruna looked up and offered a polite smile, her expression calm and composed. "It’s nothing, really. Just happy to see her doing well."
The conversation flowed smoothly after that, the room alive with shared stories and casual banter. Yet, as Purushotham settled into his usual seat, Aruna’s sharp gaze flickered toward him, observing the ease with which he interacted with Sunandha. Something still didn’t sit right with her.
As the evening wore on, Sunandha stood up with a smile. “Excuse me for a moment, I’ll go freshen up and change,” she said, leaving the living room.
The moment she disappeared, Aruna’s demeanor shifted. Her sharp gaze softened, and she turned toward Purushotham with a warm, almost friendly tone. “So, Purush, how are you doing these days? You seem much more at ease.”
Purushotham, leaning back in his chair, smiled faintly. “I’m doing fine, Aruna. And you?”
“I’m good,” Aruna replied, tilting her head slightly. “It’s nice to see everything settling down. Especially with Babu,” she added meaningfully. “He’s really changed, hasn’t he?”

Purushotham nodded in agreement. “You’re right. It’s like he’s grown into himself—more confident and understanding. I’m glad he’s no longer pushing this whole marriage talk on us.”
Aruna smiled faintly, her eyes sharp despite the friendliness of her tone. “Yes, it’s a relief.”
At that moment, Sunandha returned to the room, now in a more relaxed outfit. She glanced at both of them curiously, catching the tail end of their conversation. “Whose marriage are you two talking about?” she asked with an innocent but intrigued smile.
Aruna, caught off guard for a split second, quickly composed herself. “Oh, nothing serious, Amma. Purush was just talking about this new movie. It’s about family ties and the sacred bond of marriage. He was asking if I’d seen it,” she said smoothly, her voice light.
Purushotham, quick to catch the cue, chimed in with a grin. “Exactly! I heard it’s a great film. I thought Aruna might have watched it already.”
Sunandha raised an eyebrow, amused. “Oh, I see. Well, if it’s that good, why don’t you go watch it together?”
Purushotham looked slightly surprised but recovered quickly. “You don’t mind, Sunandha Madam?”
“Why would I mind?” Sunandha replied with a casual wave of her hand. “I can’t come along—I’ve got other things to take care of. But you can take Aruna if you’d like.”
Purushotham glanced at Aruna. “What do you say? Want to go tomorrow evening?”
Aruna, masking any hesitation, offered a polite smile. “Sure, that sounds nice.”
“Done then,” Purushotham said cheerfully. “I’ll come by in the evening to pick you up.”
Sunandha smiled approvingly. “Good, you two enjoy. It’s important to get out and have some fun.”
As the conversation shifted to lighter topics, Aruna’s expression remained composed, but beneath her calm exterior, her thoughts raced.
Earlier that evening, Babu leaned back on his hostel bed, his phone pressed to his ear as Rani’s cheerful voice echoed on the other end.
“Babu, you won’t believe this. Purushotham is taking Aruna to a movie tomorrow.”
Babu frowned slightly but quickly let it go, his tone casual. “Rani, I told you, don’t bother keeping an eye on them anymore. You don’t need to stress yourself over Aruna. Just ignore it.”
Rani paused, surprised. “Are you sure, Babu? I mean… it’s strange, isn’t it?”
Babu’s voice softened. “It doesn’t matter anymore, Rani. Leave it alone. You don’t have to be part of this mess. Now, tell me about your day.”
Rani smiled, settling into a more relaxed tone. “My day? Well, Ashok is still acting weird…”
Their conversation drifted to other topics—lighthearted, teasing banter that made the minutes melt into hours.
The next evening, Purushotham arrived at Sunandha’s quarters promptly, his clean shirt freshly pressed and his demeanor cheerful but composed. He knocked on the door and waited, casually running his hand through his hair.
Inside, Aruna stood before the mirror in her room, giving herself one final look. She had chosen her outfit with precision: a light blue lacey sari that clung to her figure like it was made just for her. The delicate material shimmered faintly under the light, the intricate lacework blending seamlessly with her soft, honey-toned skin. The pleats of the sari were expertly tucked at her waist, emphasizing her narrow midriff, while the pallu draped just low enough to hint at the graceful curve of her hips.
Her blouse was another masterpiece—sleeveless and perfectly cut to show off her toned shoulders and elegant collarbones. The neckline dipped tastefully but daringly enough to draw attention. A thin gold chain sat lightly around her neck, glinting against her skin.
Aruna’s makeup was equally flawless—soft kohl lined her large, expressive eyes, drawing attention to their captivating depth. A hint of shimmer rested on her eyelids, and her lips were painted a delicate, rosy pink, full and inviting. Her cheeks had the faintest touch of blush, giving her a natural glow. Her hair cascaded down in soft waves, parted to one side, brushing against her bare shoulder as she moved.
As she slipped on a pair of dainty silver earrings, Aruna smiled at her reflection. She looked nothing short of breathtaking—a vision of charm, grace, and undeniable allure. Her deliberate effort wasn’t lost on her; tonight, she intended to leave an impression.
“Aruna, Purushotham’s here!” Sunandha called from the living room.
Aruna picked up a small, elegant clutch and took a deep breath. Her expression shifted into one of calm confidence as she walked out of the room, her sari rustling softly with each step.
When she entered the living room, Purushotham was mid-conversation with Sunandha, but the moment he turned and saw her, the words caught in his throat. His casual smile faltered as his eyes widened, unprepared for the sight before him.
Aruna looked straight at him, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile. “Shall we go?” she asked smoothly, her voice carrying a playful softness.
Sunandha, oblivious to the tension, beamed approvingly. “You look lovely, Aruna. Have a good time, both of you.”
Purushotham finally managed to speak, though his voice sounded a little strained. “Y-yes… let’s go.”
As Aruna adjusted her sari one last time, she stepped into the living room, her expression soft and composed. Purushotham stood near the door, pretending to be engrossed in his phone, though his occasional glances at her revealed his quiet awe.
Before they could leave, Aruna turned to Sunandha, who was settling into her chair with a cup of green tea. “Amma,” Aruna said sweetly, her tone carrying an almost childlike innocence, “can I eat outside tonight? Purushotham said we’ll grab something before the movie.”
Sunandha looked up, smiling warmly at Aruna. Her affection for the girl was clear in her gentle gaze. “Of course, kanna. Why are you even asking?”
She set her tea aside, stood up, and walked over to her purse. Pulling out her debit card, she placed it into Aruna’s hand with a trusting smile. “Here, take this. Have a nice dinner before the movie. It’s fine even if you’re late—just enjoy yourselves.”
Aruna widened her eyes slightly, her face glowing with gratitude. “Thank you, amma. I’ll take care of it.”
Sunandha laughed softly. “No need to thank me, dear. You’re so innocent and pure, always thinking of others. I’m glad you’re stepping out and enjoying yourself for once.”
Purushotham, who had been quietly observing the exchange, glanced at Aruna, his expression unreadable. Aruna smiled at Sunandha, her voice tender and sweet. “I’ll make sure Purushotham eats well too.”
Sunandha waved them off cheerfully. “Good, good. Now go. Have fun, both of you!”
As Aruna led the way outside, her smile shifted ever so slightly—a small, knowing curve that Purushotham caught as they walked toward his car. He cou
ldn’t help but wonder if he had underestimated her once again.
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Part 2 of chapter 7


Purushotham and Aruna headed to a fancy restaurant first, a place adorned with warm golden lights, polished interiors, and a soft hum of classical music in the background. Purushotham, though slightly unsure at first, found himself relaxing as Aruna effortlessly took charge, ordering food and cracking lighthearted jokes to ease the mood. She was radiant under the soft lights—her smile infectious, her manner confident yet inviting.
Their conversation flowed easily over dinner. Purushotham couldn’t deny it—he was genuinely enjoying himself. Aruna shared funny stories, teasing him occasionally, while he opened up about his college days and friends, something he hadn’t done in a long while. For every sly comment she made, he found himself smiling despite his better judgment. The tension he had once felt around her was beginning to melt away.
As they left the restaurant, Purushotham glanced at his watch. “It’s getting late. Should I drop you back?”
Aruna shook her head with a playful smile. “The night is still young. There’s a second show at the theater nearby. Come on, let’s catch it.”
Purushotham hesitated for a moment but relented with a small grin. “Alright. Your treat for dragging me into this?”
Aruna rolled her eyes dramatically. “Of course. I’ll even buy you popcorn.”
The movie was a breezy family entertainer, filled with humor and light moments. Sitting next to Aruna, Purushotham found himself laughing freely, his shoulders relaxed. Aruna, ever expressive, would nudge him playfully during funny scenes and toss popcorn at him when he teased her back. The theater echoed with laughter and chatter as they enjoyed the lighthearted scenes, and Purushotham found himself genuinely comfortable in Aruna's company. She was engaging, witty, and far more charming than he had allowed himself to admit before. Every joke she cracked and every teasing glance she threw at him chipped away at his reservations.The shared laughter and ease between them felt natural, leaving Purushotham surprised at how much he was enjoying her company.
By the time the movie ended, it was late into the night, and the streets were nearly empty as they drove back to the quarters. The car was filled with a quiet stillness, their earlier laughter replaced by a subtle, lingering tension.
As they stepped out of the theater, Purushotham suggested with a hint of hope in his voice, "Or should we head back to my place?"
Her heart skipped a beat, but she maintained her cool demeanor, nodding in agreement. "Sure, let's go."
Once they stepped into Purushotham’s apartment, the electricity between them was palpable. Without a word, he reached out and cupped her face in his hands, drawing her closer. Aruna’s breath hitched in anticipation as she felt the warmth of his mouth on hers. His kiss was demanding yet gentle, a silent declaration of desire that she couldn’t resist. She responded eagerly, her soft lips melding against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, and she parted them with a low moan, allowing him access to the warm cavern of her mouth. Their kiss grew more intense, a dance of passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks. The taste of him—his unique blend of mint and masculine flavor—was intoxicating, making her want more. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and waist before finding the pallu of her sari. With a deft movement, he began to unravel the delicate fabric, exposing the tantalizing expanse of her bare back. As the sari fell away, revealing her lush, voluptuous figure, Purushotham’s eyes darkened with hunger. He knew that tonight, all the unspoken desires and yearnings would come to the forefront.
Purushotham’s kisses grew more fervent, leaving a trail of fire down Aruna’s neck and shoulders as he carefully unhooked the blouse of her sari. He took his time, savoring the moment as he bared her soft, creamy flesh to the cool air. Her breasts were round and full, the pinkish-brown areolae tightening into hardened peaks as he took one in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nipple. Aruna moaned, her body swaying slightly as she felt the wetness between her thighs. He kissed and nibbled along the curve of her breasts, his hands kneading the soft mounds before moving down to her waist, his fingertips brushing the elastic of her panties. With a gentle tug, he slid the fabric down, exposing her bare pussy—beautifully trimmed and glistening with arousal. His cock throbbed in his pants, desperate to claim her once again, but he held back, wanting to savor every moment. He kissed along her navel, her stomach quivering under his touch, before dropping to his knees and spreading her legs apart. Aruna’s eyes fluttered shut as he breathed in her sweet scent, the musky aroma of her desire driving him wild. He kissed the inside of her thighs, his beard tickling her sensitive skin, before finally pressing his lips to her swollen clit. She gasped, her hands clutching his hair as he licked and sucked, teasing her with the tip of his tongue. The tension built within her, her hips moving in time with his ministrations. He knew she was close, her breathing ragged and her legs trembling, but he didn’t rush. Instead, he took his time, exploring her folds with his mouth, eager to make her come apart in his arms.
The scent of her body was indeed different this time around—more deliberate and alluring, as if she had bathed in a pool of exotic oils and essences. Purushotham felt a jolt of excitement as he inhaled the fragrance, which seemed to have been crafted just for him. Her skin was velvety smooth, and as he kissed his way down her body, her sweet scent grew stronger, a seductive siren’s call that had him hardening in his pants. He knew Aruna had put thought into this evening, and it only served to amplify his desire for her. His mouth found her pussy again, her soft moans of pleasure urging him on. He could feel the wetness coating his face as he worked her with his tongue, exploring every inch of her with a newfound dedication. She tasted of honey and spice, a delicious cocktail of passion that had him groaning against her. Her legs trembled, and she wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer as she neared the edge of climax. Purushotham could feel her pussy clenching around his tongue, the walls tightening and releasing as she gasped for air. He knew she was close, and he wasn’t about to let her go without taking her there. With one final, deep plunge, he sucked hard on her clit, and she shuddered, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her orgasm was a symphony of sensation that he felt in every fiber of his being, a testament to the power of their connection. As she came down from the peak, her breathing ragged and her body limp, Purushotham looked up at her with a smug smile. The evening was still young, and he had every intention of making it one they’d both remember for a very long time.
Purushotham’s eyes rolled back in his head as Aruna took his cock in her hand, her grip firm yet gentle. She looked down at him with a seductive gaze, her full, glossy lips parting into a smile as she bent down. He watched in awe as she took the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deeper. She was no novice; her technique was flawless, each suck and stroke bringing him closer to the brink of ecstasy. His eyes never left hers as she bobbed up and down, her cheeks hollowing out with the effort, her saliva coating his shaft. He felt the tension in his balls tighten, his breath quickening as she worked him with the skill of a seasoned seductress. Her eyes never left his, filled with an intensity that told him she wanted this as badly as he did. It was a heady mix of power and vulnerability, and he could feel his control slipping away with every pass of her mouth. He groaned, his hips jerking slightly as she took him to the back of her throat, her nose pressing against his pubic hair. He could feel the walls of her throat contract around him, and it was all he could do not to come right then and there. Instead, he gritted his teeth, savoring the sensation as she pulled back, her mouth creating a delicious vacuum before taking him deep again. This was going to be a night of pure, unbridled passion—a night that neither of them would ever forget.
Purushotham watched Aruna's skilled ministrations with a mix of amazement and lust, his eyes glazed over as he felt his orgasm building. He knew she was no amateur, and the thought of her vast sexual experience only fueled his desire. Her mouth was a warm, wet heaven, and her hand on his shaft was a masterpiece of gentle strokes and squeezes that matched the rhythm of her sucking. Each time she took him deep, her throat muscles constricting around his cock, he understood she was savoring the moment as much as he was. He could feel himself losing control, his hips involuntarily bucking against her face as she worked him with a passion that seemed to have no end. It was a symphony of pleasure, and he knew this night would be etched into their memories, a testament to the unspoken desires that had been festering between them for so long. The room was filled with their mingled breaths and the wet sounds of her mouth on his skin, a symphony of passion that grew louder and more intense with each passing second. Aruna’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous delight as she watched him, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him deep again, her own need growing with every moan he couldn’t hold back. The air was thick with the scent of sex, and it was all he could do not to explode in her mouth right then and there. But he had plans for her, and he wasn’t about to let this end so soon. With a final, almost painful pull, he withdrew from her and stood, pulling her to her feet.
"Let’s take this to the bedroom," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Aruna’s smile was a promise of things to come. "I thought you’d never ask."
They stumbled down the hallway, their clothes falling away in a haze of need. The bed beckoned them, a soft, inviting cocoon of silk sheets and plush pillows that seemed to have been designed for their pleasure. As they fell onto it, the tension between them snapped like a tightly drawn bow, and they were lost in each other's arms, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time—a dance that spoke of passion and lust, love and desire, all rolled into one explosive encounter. They kissed again, their tongues mating with an urgency that belied their earlier tenderness. Purushotham’s hand found her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple, making it peak and harden under his touch. Aruna’s hands roamed his back, her nails digging into his skin as she arched her body into his. His other hand traveled down her spine to cup her ass, squeezing the soft flesh and pulling her closer to him. He could feel her wetness, her pussy begging for his touch, and he knew that tonight would be a feast for both of them. He slid a finger along her slit, feeling the heat and wetness that greeted him, making him want to plunge deep inside her. But he held back, knowing that anticipation was a sweet torture that would only make their eventual union more exquisite. Instead, he teased her clit with gentle flicks, watching as her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure. This was going to be a night of no boundaries, a night where they would explore each other’s bodies without reservation, leaving nothing untouched, no desire unfulfilled. And as he slid his finger inside her, feeling her tightness clench around him, he knew that this was just the beginning of a journey that would take them to the very heights of ecstasy.
Aruna, her eyes still closed in pleasure, reached for the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. She handed it to Purushotham with a knowing smile, and without breaking their passionate kiss, she whispered, “Use this.”
Purushotham’s heart skipped a beat at her assertiveness, and he eagerly tore the packet open with his teeth. He rolled the condom onto his rock-hard cock with practiced ease, feeling the coolness of the latex against his hot skin. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock pressing against her wetness. Aruna looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, and she spread her legs wider, inviting him in. He took a deep breath, trying to hold back his need to plunge into her, and instead, he pushed in slowly, feeling her tight pussy stretch around him. As he filled her completely, they both let out a guttural moan that seemed to echo through the room.

He began to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his hips rocking back and forth as he pushed deeper with each stroke. Aruna’s hands clawed at the sheets, her back arching as he hit all the right spots. She was tight, so tight, and the sensation was driving him wild. Her moans grew louder, and he knew she was close. He leaned down, kissing her neck and whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he sped up, his thrusts becoming more powerful. She met his rhythm, her hips rising to meet his, her breaths coming in short gasps.
The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, mingling with their desperate moans and the slick sound of their bodies moving as one. He watched as she threw her head back, her long hair cascading over the pillow, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He reached down to pinch her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, and she cried out, her body tensing as she came. The walls of her pussy clamped down around his cock, and he could feel her pulsating with the force of her orgasm.
The sight was too much for Purushotham to handle, and with a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, his own orgasm ripping through him. He came with a roar, filling the condom as he pumped into her, his body shaking with the intensity of his release. They stayed like that for a moment, both lost in the aftermath of their passion, their hearts racing and their breaths mingling in the quiet of the night.
As Purushotham pulled out, the condom still stretched around his now-softening cock, he couldn't help but think about how different this encounter felt compared to the first time. There was an intensity to it that was almost overwhelming, a connection that seemed to have grown stronger despite the secrecy and tension that surrounded their situation. He looked down at Aruna, her chest heaving with the aftermath of her climax, and felt a strange mix of satisfaction and unease.
As they both caught their breath, Aruna reached up and gently traced her fingers along Purushotham’s sweat-dampened forehead. He looked down at her, a question in his eyes. She gave him a knowing smile, the corners of her mouth curving upwards. "How did you know to get a condom?"
Aruna leaned in, her voice a seductive whisper. "Oh, I know how guys like you are, Purush," she said playfully, her tone tinged with a hint of challenge. "Always ready for action without thinking about the consequences."
Purushotham chuckled, a flush rising to his cheeks. "And what makes you think that?"
Aruna chuckled and without answering his question she sat up, pushing her hair out of her eyes and said "Amma would be waiting for me. Drop me home?"
The shift in the conversation was sudden, and Purushotham could feel the reality of their situation crashing back down around them. He nodded, his voice gruff. "Of course."

They dressed quickly, the air thick with the tension of unspoken words. As they made their way out of the hotel room, Purushotham couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding. The lines between their friendship, their desires, and their obligations had become blurred, and he knew that the path ahead was fraught with complications. But for now, all he could do was hold her hand and drive her home, the warmth of her skin grounding him in the present moment.
In the car, the silence was palpable, filled with the echoes of their passionate whispers and the pounding of their hearts. Aruna leaned her head against the window, watching the city lights blur past them, lost in her thoughts. Purushotham’s eyes remained on the road, his mind racing with a tumult of emotions. What had they started tonight? And more importantly, where would it lead them?
As they pulled up to Sunandha’s quarters, the tension grew even more pronounced. Aruna turned to him, her eyes searching his. "Thank you for the movie, Purush. It was... an interesting evening."
He nodded, unable to find the right words. "You're welcome."
“Goodnight, Purushotham,” she said softly before stepping out of the car.
Purushotham sat there for a long moment, staring at the empty passenger seat, his mind spinning. Whatever had just happened had shaken him. And somewhere deep down, he knew—this was only the beginning.
Aruna rang the doorbell, the faint chime echoing through the quiet quarters. A moment later, Sunandha opened the door, dressed in her nightwear and looking relaxed but slightly drowsy. She smiled warmly at Aruna.
“You’re back late,” Sunandha said gently, stepping aside to let Aruna in. “How was the evening?”
Aruna, her expression calm and sweet, untied the delicate pallu of her sari draped over her shoulder as she walked in. “It was lovely, amma. We had dinner and watched a movie. Purushotham really enjoyed himself too,” she added lightly, as though recounting an innocent evening.
Sunandha smiled approvingly. “Good, good. I’m glad you both had fun. It’s nice to see you getting out and enjoying yourself, Aruna. You deserve it after everything.”
Aruna tilted her head slightly, giving a soft, modest smile. “Thank you, amma. You’re always so kind.”
Sunandha nodded affectionately, stifling a yawn. “Alright, get some rest. You must be tired after such a long evening.”
“Goodnight, amma,” Aruna said softly, her tone sweet as honey.
As Sunandha turned to head into her bedroom, Aruna followed her gaze for a moment, her expression unreadable. Once Sunandha disappeared behind her door, Aruna walked toward her own room.
Just as she reached the threshold, her composed demeanor shifted. A slow, sinister smile curled on her lips—dark, deliberate, and filled with satisfaction. Her eyes gleamed faintly under the dim hallway light as she slipped into her room, shutting the door softly behind her.
For Aruna, the night had gone exactly as she had planned.


End of chapter 7

 

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Chapter 8: The Old and the New Shadows
Rani opened the bathroom door and stepped out, a cloud of warm mist followed her into the room. She wrapped herself in a crisp white towel. Babu, sitting on the edge of the bed, with nothing but underwear on his body, looked up. His gaze met hers, and for a brief moment, the room felt charged with unspoken tension.
The lodge room in the outskirts of the city was modest but clean, with soft yellow lighting and a faint smell of freshly laundered sheets.
Rani smiled softly, adjusting the towel around herself. "I hope you weren’t waiting too long," she said, her voice teasing but carrying a hint of vulnerability.
Babu shook his head, his voice steady but warm. "Not at all."
Slowly, almost reverently, Babu rose to his feet, his eyes never leaving Rani's. He stepped closer, his heart thumping in his chest. He reached out and, with a gentle tug, unraveled the towel from her body. It fell to the floor, revealing her soft, supple curves. Her breasts, with their pebbled nipples, bounced slightly from the sudden release, and he couldn’t help but let out a low, appreciative groan. Rani’s skin was the color of warm caramel, glistening slightly from the moisture of the shower. Her cute little belly with a deep navel begged to be kissed.
Her legs, thick and fluffy, stretched out before him like an invitation. Babu’s gaze traveled down, taking in the beauty of her feminine mound. Her pussy, hidden by a patch of dark curls, was already glistening with excitement. The sight of her made him painfully hard, and his cock strained against his underware, eager to be free.
He reached out and cupped one of her breasts, feeling its weight and heat in his hand. His thumb flicked over the nipple, and she gasped, her eyes fluttering closed. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her neck. His other hand slid down her side, over her hip, and came to rest on the softness of her inner thigh.
Babu couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He guided Rani to lie back on the bed, her legs spread wide in eager invitation. He stepped out of his underwear, revealing his thick, pulsing cock, which stood tall and proud. The room grew even hotter as Rani's eyes widened at the sight of it, her own arousal painting her cheeks a delicate shade of pink. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock teasingly close to her wet pussy. She moaned, arching her back and pushing her hips up slightly to meet him. Babu took a deep breath, savoring the moment, before he plunged into her. Her walls enveloped him in a warm, wet embrace, and she took him in with a gasp. Despite their past sessions, the sheer size of him never failed to astonish her. Rani's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she adjusted to his length and girth. His cock stretched her open, filling her completely, and she could feel every vein and ridge as he began to move. Her pussy gripped him tightly, as if begging for more. He groaned, his own pleasure mirroring hers, and the sound of their bodies coming together filled the room. The headboard of the bed creaked softly in time with their rhythm, a testament to their building passion.

Babu’s rhythmic thrusts grew more intense as he watched Rani’s face contort with pleasure. Her breathing grew ragged, and her nails dug into his back. He could feel the tension building within her, her muscles tightening around his shaft. With a final, powerful push, he hit the deepest part of her, and she shattered into a million pieces, screaming out his name as she came. Her orgasm washed over him like a wave, her pussy pulsing and clenching around his cock in the most delicious way. Yet, despite the overwhelming urge to climax, Babu held back. He wasn’t done with her yet. He slowed his pace, allowing her to ride the waves of pleasure before picking up again, eager to show her the depths of ecstasy he could take her to. Her eyes, which had been tightly closed, fluttered open to meet his, a silent question hanging in the air. He grinned, his teeth glinting in the dim light. "Oh, Rani," he whispered, "we’re just getting started." He leaned in to kiss her, his tongue delving deep into her mouth as his hips began to move again, setting a pace that was both gentle and insistent. His cock, still rock hard, slid in and out of her with ease, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge once more. Her moans grew louder, her body moving in sync with his, their hearts beating as one. The room was a symphony of desire, with the slick sounds of their passion echoing off the walls. Babu’s hand slid down to her clit, and he began to rub it in tight circles, feeling her body tense beneath him. Rani’s eyes went wide, and she arched her back, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Her orgasm built again, and Babu knew it was going to be even more explosive than the first. He was going to make her come so hard, she’d never forget this night. And when she did, her pussy tightening around him like a vice, her cries of pleasure ringing in his ears, he’d finally let himself go, filling her with his seed, claiming her in the most primal way possible. But for now, he enjoyed the ride, his own release just within reach, as he brought her closer and closer to the peak of pleasure.
Withdrawing his cock from her tight pussy, Babu’s eyes smoldered with lust as he watched Rani gracefully turn around, presenting her plump, round ass to him. She arched her back, her long hair cascading down and brushing against the bed as she positioned herself on all fours, her wetness glistening in the soft light. Her pussy, still quivering from the intensity of her recent climax, was now a slick invitation for him to take her again. He stepped closer, his cock still hard and demanding, and gripped her hips firmly. With a low growl, Babu guided himself back into her, this time from behind. The angle was new, the sensation even more intense. Rani moaned deeply, pushing back to meet his every thrust, her ass jiggling with each deep penetration. He could see her pussy stretch around his length, the sight of which only made him want to pound into her harder. His balls slapped against her with every stroke, and she whimpered, her walls contracting around him as she felt another orgasm building. The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin and their mingled moans, a testament to their unbridled passion. Babu’s cock felt like it was on fire, his movements becoming more urgent as he watched Rani’s body respond to his every touch. He knew he was close to the edge, his balls tightening with the promise of release. But he was determined to make her come again before he allowed himself the same pleasure. He reached around, his hand finding her clit and teasing it mercilessly as he fucked her from behind. Her cries grew louder, and her body began to shake as she climbed higher and higher.
Babu's strokes grew faster, his breathing more ragged as he felt the inevitable climax approaching. Rani, her cheeks flushed and eyes glazed with pleasure, pushed back into him, her pussy clenching and releasing in a rhythmic dance that was driving him wild. With one final, powerful thrust, he pulled out, his cock thick and slick with her juices. He stepped back slightly, his hand still wrapped around his shaft, and watched as ropes of cum arced through the air, landing with a hot splatter across her round, pert ass cheeks. She moaned and whimpered, her body still pulsing from her recent orgasm, as he painted her with his seed. Each drop that hit her skin sent a new jolt of pleasure through her, making her want to push herself back onto his cock once more. But Babu had other plans. He stroked himself, watching as his cum slowly slid down her curves, mesmerized by the erotic sight before him. His hand slowed, and he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her lower back as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, Rani. So perfect." The room was filled with the scent of sex and desire, and the warmth of his cum on her skin only served to heighten her arousal. They lay there for a moment, panting and spent, their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs.
Rani sat on the edge of the bed, her towel loosely wrapped around her, droplets of sweat still glistening on her skin. She looked at Babu, who was sitting quietly beside her, his expression a mixture of contentment and anticipation. Taking a deep breath, she broke the silence.
"Babu," she began, her voice soft but steady, "we need to talk. We can’t keep doing this."
Babu’s brow furrowed, his smile fading. "What do you mean, Rani? What’s wrong?"
She turned toward him, her expression serious yet tender. "It’s not fair—to Ashok, to my family, and even to you. I know we’ve been having amazing moments together, and I’ll cherish them, but this... it’s becoming too much to handle."
Babu leaned forward, his voice filled with concern. "Rani, are you saying you don’t want to see me anymore?"
Rani sighed, brushing her damp hair back. "It’s not about wanting, Babu. It’s about reality. Look at what we’re doing—two times a week, we both travel for hours just to meet here in secret. You come all the way from college, and I have to make up stories for Ashok and my family. It’s not just exhausting—it’s expensive. Between the travel, the lodge, and everything else, it’s draining, Babu. And I have responsibilities—a husband, a child. I can’t keep sneaking away like this."
Babu’s face fell, and he looked down at his hands. "I thought we were happy. I thought this meant something to you, Rani."
"It does," she said, reaching out to hold his hand. "You mean a lot to me, Babu. But happiness that comes at such a cost—it can’t last. Every time I come here, I feel the weight of what I’m doing. And every time I leave, I’m left wondering how long before Ashok starts to suspect. I have a two-year-old son waiting at home. Can you imagine how hard it is to look into his eyes after a day like this?"
Babu’s jaw tightened as her words sank in. He nodded slowly but couldn’t hide the hurt in his voice. "I just didn’t think it would end like this."
Rani offered him a sad smile. "I didn’t either. But it’s getting harder, Babu. The lies, the excuses—they’re piling up. And the money we’re spending on these trips and this lodge—it’s starting to weigh on me. We both have other responsibilities, other lives we need to focus on. It’s not sustainable, no matter how much we care about each other."
The room grew quiet, the weight of her words settling over them like a blanket. Babu nodded, his throat too tight to speak.
Rani leaned closer, pressing her forehead against his. "I’ll always remember you, Babu. But this has to be our last chapter. For both our sakes."
As the night stretched on, they chose to embrace the fleeting time they had left, pushing the pain of goodbye to the back of their minds, at least for now.
The next few days weighed heavily on Babu. The lodge meetings with Rani had come to an abrupt end, leaving a void he didn’t know how to fill. The silence of his routines felt louder, and the loneliness sharper. Seeking solace, he decided to confide in someone he trusted.
One evening, while pacing in his dorm room, Babu called Purushotham. As the call connected, Babu hesitated, his voice low and uncertain. "Purush... I need to talk to you about something."
Purushotham’s tone was light, as always. "What’s up, Babu? You sound serious."
Babu sighed, gathering his thoughts. "It’s about Rani. We... we were having an affair. I know it wasn’t right, but... it’s over now."
There was a pause on the other end before Purushotham spoke, his voice calm but slightly surprised. "Rani? The same Rani from your house? Wow, I didn’t see that coming."
Babu felt a mix of relief and embarrassment as he continued. "I didn’t plan for it to happen, Purush. It just did. And now... I don’t know how to deal with this. I feel... empty."
Purushotham chuckled softly, his tone reassuring. "Babu, listen to me. You’re young. These things happen. It’s a part of growing up and figuring out who you are. Trust me, this is just an affair—it’s not the end of the world. Don’t let it weigh you down so much."
"But it felt... I don’t know... important," Babu said, his voice tinged with emotion.
"It might have felt that way," Purushotham replied gently. "But it’s not love, Babu. It’s an experience, a moment in your life. You’ll have many more of these as you grow. And one day, you’ll meet someone you truly love—someone you’ll want to share your life with. That’s what really matters."
Babu stayed quiet, absorbing Purushotham’s words.
Purushotham continued, his tone encouraging. "You’re just starting to explore life, Babu. Don’t let one chapter define you. Learn from it, grow from it, and keep moving forward. You’ll see—it’ll all make sense one day."
Babu nodded, though Purushotham couldn’t see him. "Thanks, Purush. I guess I needed to hear that."
"Anytime, Babu. You know I’m here for you. Just remember—life’s too short to dwell on what’s past. Look ahead, and don’t be afraid to live a little."
As the call ended, Babu felt a bit lighter. Purushotham’s words didn’t erase the pain, but they gave him a new perspective—a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something bigger.
Purushotham decided to pay Rani a visit after his conversation with Babu. He found her at home, busy folding clothes while her child played in the corner. The sight of her startled expression when she saw him at the door was almost amusing.
"Sir! What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice laced with apprehension.
Purushotham stepped inside with a reassuring smile. "Relax, Rani. I just came to talk."
Rani guided him to a seat, nervously offering tea, but Purushotham waved it off. "No need for that. Let’s just talk."
As soon as they sat down, he came straight to the point. "Babu told me everything about your... relationship."
Rani froze, her face draining of color. "Sir, I... I sw
ear it was a mistake. But it’s over now. I—"​

Continued in part 2

 

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Part 2 of chapter 8


Before she could finish, Purushotham leaned forward and pulled her into a warm, friendly hug. The gesture took her completely off guard.
"Thank you, Rani," he said sincerely, pulling back to look at her bewildered face.
"Th-thank me?" she stammered.
"Yes," Purushotham said, smiling gently. "You don’t need to explain anything or feel guilty. I don’t care about what happened between you and Babu, or even if it’s truly over. What matters to me is that you helped him change. The stubborn, brooding Babu I’ve known for so long is finally seeing things differently. And for that, Rani, I owe you."
Rani stared at him, stunned. "I know you value Babu's friendship, sir, but... I didn’t realize it meant this much to you."
Purushotham chuckled, a hint of emotion in his voice. "It does. He’s more than a friend—he’s like family. And thanks to you, I feel like I’ve got my Babu back."
Before Rani could respond, Purushotham handed her a large set of gift covers.
"Sir, what’s this?" she asked hesitantly.
"Just some small tokens of appreciation," Purushotham said lightly. "There are toys for your little one, new clothes for all of you, fresh fruits, dry fruits, sweets, cakes, and even some cash. Please, take it."
Rani immediately shook her head. "No, sir, I can’t accept this. It’s too much."
Purushotham raised a hand, stopping her protest. "Rani, you have to accept it. This isn’t about putting a price on your relationship with Babu. I’d never do that. It’s just... you’re part of our circle now. Even though things are over between you and Babu, he still cares for you. And so do I. We take care of our own."
Rani blinked back tears, overwhelmed by the gesture. She hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. "Thank you, sir. I don’t know what to say."
"Just promise me one thing," Purushotham said, his tone soft yet firm. "If you ever need anything—anything at all—you come to us. No questions asked."
Rani nodded again, this time with more conviction. As Purushotham left, she stood at the door, holding the gift covers, her heart lighter yet conflicted. In her mind, she couldn’t help but wonder how she had earned such kindness despite her mistakes.
It had been a year since Narendra’s passing, and the household was immersed in preparations for the solemn occasion of his first death anniversary. Sunandha, with the steady support of Purushotham and her trusted staff, orchestrated every detail to ensure the ceremony adhered to their traditions.
The house buzzed with activity—staff arranging the seating, Rani overseeing the kitchen preparations, and Purushotham managing logistics with precision. Despite the outward commotion, a solemn atmosphere hung over the quarters.
Aruna approached Sunandha, who was seated in the living room, reviewing a checklist with Purushotham. She hesitated at the doorway before stepping forward.
"Amma," Aruna began softly, her voice carrying a tone of uncertainty.
Sunandha glanced up, her expression immediately warm and welcoming. "Yes, Aruna? Come in."
Aruna stepped closer, clasping her hands nervously. "Amma, I was wondering... would it be alright if I went to my brother’s house during the ceremony? He’s also performing rituals for our father, and I feel I should be there."
Sunandha paused for a moment, studying Aruna with a thoughtful expression. Then, to Aruna’s surprise, Sunandha smiled warmly and reached out to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Of course, Aruna," Sunandha said gently. "It’s only right for you to be there with your brother and sister during such an important time. They will need your support, and your father would have wanted you to honor his memory with them too."
Aruna blinked, momentarily taken aback by Sunandha’s understanding. "Thank you, Amma," she said softly. "I didn’t expect you to say that."
Sunandha chuckled lightly. "Aruna, this family values tradition and respect, but we also value each other’s bonds. You have every right to be with your brother. We’ll manage things here, don’t worry."
Purushotham, who had been quietly listening, chimed in with a smile. "Don’t worry, Aruna. Everything will run smoothly here. Amma has everything under control, as always."
Aruna smiled, feeling a sense of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Amma. I’ll make sure to come back as soon as I can."
"Take your time," Sunandha said. "These rituals are about connection and remembrance. Be with your family."
With a lighter heart, Aruna excused herself to make the necessary arrangements for her trip.
Babu arrived home just a day before the ceremony, stepping into the bustling quarters where preparations were in full swing. The scent of freshly prepared sweets and incense mingled in the air, and the quiet hum of activity was a testament to the care that had gone into organizing the event.
As he set his bag down in the living room, Purushotham greeted him with a warm smile. "Finally, the guest of honor arrives," he joked lightly.
Babu grinned, the weariness of his journey momentarily lifting. "Thank You so much. I know I should’ve come earlier, but college had me tied up. I’m glad you were here to take care of everything."
Purushotham waved off the gratitude with a chuckle. "You know Amma wouldn’t have let anything go awry, even without me. I was just here to assist."
Babu turned to Sunandha, who was busy instructing the staff on the final arrangements. He approached her with a soft smile. "Amma, everything looks perfect. You managed this so well."
Sunandha looked up, her face lighting up at the sight of her son. "Babu, it’s your father’s memory we’re honoring. This is the least I could do. And Purushotham has been a tremendous help, as always."
Babu glanced around, noticing Rani overseeing the kitchen staff and the neatly arranged seating area in the hall. He felt a pang of guilt for not being there earlier but also immense gratitude for the people who had stepped in.
As the evening unfolded, Babu found a quiet moment to speak with Purushotham. "I really appreciate everything you’ve done. Amma keeps telling me how much easier things were with you around."
Purushotham placed a reassuring hand on Babu’s shoulder. "You’re family, Babu. That’s what we do. Now stop thanking me and focus on what’s important—paying tribute to Uncle's memory."
Babu nodded, his respect for Purushotham deepening. With his arrival, the family felt complete, ready to honor Narendra’s legacy together.
On the day of the ceremony, the quarters were filled with a somber yet warm atmosphere as family, friends, and acquaintances gathered to pay their respects to Narendra. The living room was adorned with garlands and incense, and the soft chanting of prayers echoed through the space, creating a reverent ambiance.
Among the attendees were several staff members, many of whom had brought their families to show their gratitude and respect for a man who had touched their lives in numerous ways. Srinu, Sunandha’s long-time and trusted attender, arrived with his wife and their 19-year-old daughter, Gita.
Gita stood out in the crowd. Dressed modestly in a simple yet elegant salwar kameez, she carried herself with a quiet confidence that belied her young age. Her bright eyes and poised demeanor reflected her intellect and the promise of a bright future.
Sunandha, noticing their arrival, approached them with a warm smile. "Srinu, it’s so good to see you and your family. Gita, how are your studies going?"
Gita folded her hands respectfully. "Namaste, Madam. They’re going well, thanks to your and Sir’s support. I wouldn’t have made it into such a prestigious college without your encouragement."
Srinu, clearly proud, nodded but was too emotional to respond. His wife, however, chimed in, "Madam, we’ll always be grateful to you and Sir. Gita’s education is the biggest blessing in our lives."
Sunandha’s face softened, and she glanced at Srinu. "Your daughter’s success is her own, Srinu. Narendra and I only wanted to ensure she had every opportunity to shine. You’ve raised her well."
Sunandha smiled warmly at Gita but then shook her head. "What is this new 'Madam' talk, Gita?" she said gently. "Call me Aunty, as you always did."
Gita blinked, a slight flush of embarrassment crossing her face. "I’m sorry, Aunty. It’s just… it feels more respectful."
Sunandha chuckled softly. "You’ve grown up so much, Gita. But to me, you’ll always be the same—my Gita."
The conversation continued with a sense of familial warmth, but Sunandha’s pride in Gita lingered in her gaze.
As the ceremony continued, Srinu and his family mingled respectfully with the other attendees, a quiet reminder of Narendra’s legacy—not just within his family but in the lives of those he had supported and uplifted.
Gita, though humble, always took quiet pride in her beauty and intelligence. Her sharp mind and radiant looks had always drawn admiration, but she carried herself with grace, aware of her strengths but never boastful.
As the ceremony progressed, Srinu spotted Babu across the room and called out to him, "Babu, come here for a moment."
Gita’s ears perked up at the mention of Babu’s name. Memories of her childhood interactions with him flashed in her mind—a chubby, awkward boy with dark skin, always hiding behind his mother or books. She had not seen him in years, and she instinctively prepared herself for that familiar sight.
But when Babu walked over, Gita was taken aback. Gone was the boy she remembered. In his place stood a well-toned, muscular, and confident young man with sharp features and an easy smile. His presence radiated maturity and charm, leaving Gita momentarily speechless.
Babu, unaware of Gita’s surprise, greeted Srinu warmly. "Srinu, how are you? And how is your family?"
Srinu beamed with pride as he gestured to his wife and daughter. "We’re all doing well, Babu. Meet my daughter, Gita. You both used to play together when you were kids."
Babu turned his attention to Gita and smiled. "Of course, I remember. It’s been a long time. How are you, Gita?"
Gita, still recovering from her astonishment, managed a polite smile and folded her hands in greeting. "I’m doing well. It’s good to see you again."
Babu nodded, his tone friendly. "Good to see you too. You’ve grown up a lot."
As the conversation shifted back to the ceremony, Gita found herself stealing occasional glances at Babu, her earlier assumptions completely upended. The boy she had underestimated had transformed, and she couldn’t help but take notice.
During lunch, the dining area buzzed with soft chatter as attendees shared memories and meals. Amid the hum of voices and the clinking of plates, Babu and Gita found themselves seated at the same table, their earlier brief interaction opening the door for more conversation.
“So, Gita,” Babu began, smiling warmly as he reached for a glass of water, “what are you studying these days?”
“I’m in my second year of engineering at XXXXXXXX College,” Gita replied, her voice steady and confident. She glanced at him, curious to see his reaction.
Babu’s face lit up. “I know that college! It’s really close to mine. I’m doing my master’s at YYYYYYYY College, just a few streets away.”
“Really?” Gita’s surprise was genuine. “I had no idea. That’s such a coincidence.”
“Small world,” Babu said with a chuckle. “It’s great that you’re studying engineering. How are you finding it?”
“It’s challenging, but I enjoy it,” Gita admitted. “The workload is heavy, but I’ve always liked problem-solving, so it suits me.”
“That’s the spirit,” Babu said encouragingly. “If you ever need any help or just someone to talk to about balancing the chaos, let me know. I’ve been through the grind.”
Gita smiled, her initial shyness fading. “Thanks, Anna. I might take you up on that.”
They exchanged phone numbers casually, with Babu suggesting, “Why don’t we meet up over the weekend? Maybe grab coffee or something? It’d be nice to catch up and talk more.”
“That sounds good,” Gita replied, her tone bright. “It’ll be nice to know someone nearby.”
As lunch continued, the conversation between them flowed easily, marked by shared anecdotes and laughter. Their newfound connection felt natural, a ble
nd of nostalgia and the promise of a growing friendship.

End of Chapter 8​

 

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Chapter 9: Family Tides
In the bustling port town of Kakinada, the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore provided a serene backdrop to the solemn occasion. Venu, Aruna’s younger brother, was hosting a one-year remembrance ceremony for their late father at his modest yet spacious home. The house, adorned with traditional rangoli and garlands, buzzed with activity as family members gathered to pay their respects.
Venu, 35, a hardworking and amiable man, was in his element as he ensured everything was in place. His wife, Rachana, a kind-hearted woman with a warm smile, was busy managing the kitchen, directing the cooks, and ensuring everyone felt comfortable. Their daughters, Kavya, 8, and Harini, 4, played quietly in a corner, aware of the somber mood.
Aruna’s younger sister, Vani, 38, had arrived earlier with her husband, Bhaskar, a reserved but good-natured man in his early forties. Their children, 14-year-old Aditi and 10-year-old Abhinav, were well-behaved and mature beyond their years, offering their assistance wherever needed.
The ceremony went as smoothly as planned. The house was filled with the hum of conversations and the aroma of freshly prepared food. Relatives moved from room to room, sharing stories, offering prayers, and remembering Narendra fondly.

In the corner of the living room, Aruna stood with her maternal uncle, Sundar Rao. Their voices were hushed, their demeanor cautious as they ensured no one overheard them.

“How is your daughter, Uncle?” Aruna asked, offering a polite smile.

“She’s doing well,” Sundar Rao replied, his tone neutral. “She got into medical school. A lot of work ahead, but I’m proud of her.”

“That’s good to hear,” Aruna said, though her tone lacked genuine enthusiasm. She paused, her expression hardening as she leaned in slightly. “Uncle, I’ve been meaning to ask—why haven’t we made any progress? It’s been a year now.”

Sundar Rao glanced around before responding. “Why are you still staying with Sunandha? Shouldn’t you have made your move by now?”

Aruna exhaled sharply. “One of my plans failed,” she admitted, her frustration evident. “She’s more resilient than I thought. I need more time to come up with something new. If I leave now, it’ll look suspicious. Staying there gives me access to information.”

Sundar Rao nodded, but his expression remained wary. “You should tread carefully, Aruna. One misstep, and everything we’ve worked for could crumble.”

“Maybe it’s time we tell Venu and Vani about Dad’s will,” Aruna suggested, her voice firm. “They deserve to know. It could turn them against Sunandha and strengthen our position.” " No, Aruna this is not the right time " Said Sundar Rao.

Sundar Rao placed a hand on her lower hip, his touch subtle yet deliberate. Aruna stiffened slightly but maintained her composure, her expression unreadable. “Patience, Aruna,” he said softly, his voice carrying an intimate undertone. “One wrong move, and it’s all over. Trust me, I’ve handled more delicate situations before.”

She met his gaze, her eyes flickering with both defiance and intrigue. “I’ll wait for now, Uncle,” she replied, her voice low. “But don’t expect me to sit idle forever. When the time comes, I’ll act—with or without your support.”

Sundar Rao smirked, his hand lingering briefly. “That’s the fire I admire in you, Aruna. Just don’t let it consume you.”

Before she could walk away, he leaned in slightly and said casually, “We should talk more later—tonight, in private. There’s much we need to discuss.”

Aruna arched an eyebrow, her lips curling into a faint, knowing smile. “We’ll see, Uncle,” she said, her tone measured, her polite smile concealing the tension beneath. Sundar Rao leanedin even closer , his thoughts a swirl of ambition and the complex history they shared.

"Your pussy must be aching for a good fuck, darling," Sundar Rao murmured, his voice dripping with a mix of lust and authority. Aruna felt a shiver run down her spine, but she kept her smile firmly in place, her eyes locked on his. "It's been a year since anyone's had the pleasure of tasting that sweet nectar, isn't it?" He licked his lips, his gaze traveling down to her curvy figure, his eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts and the hint of her ample cleavage peeking through the neckline of her blouse. She could see his cock twitch in his pants, straining against the fabric as he imagined what lay beneath her sari.

"Don't worry about that, Uncle," she replied, her voice a seductive purr. "I assure you, it's been more than satisfied." Aruna's smile grew a bit wider, her teeth gently grazing her bottom lip. She knew he was baiting her, trying to gauge her willingness to indulge in the illicit desires that hung heavy in the air between them. But she wasn't going to make it easy for him. She enjoyed the power she held over him, the way his eyes darkened and his breath hitched every time she spoke of her sexual exploits without mentioning the specifics.

In the evening, after the ceremony, the family gathered at the dining table. The exhaustion of the day hung in the air, but the atmosphere was warm as they shared a simple meal.

Venu looked across the table at Aruna, his voice steady but gentle. “Akka, you’ve been away long enough. Come back home. You know you won’t be a burden to us.”

Bhaskar, sipping his water, nodded in agreement. “Venu’s right. You’ve done more than enough to take care of yourself. It’s time you let us take care of you.”

Vani, seated next to Bhaskar, glanced up from her phone briefly and nodded, but her attention quickly returned to the screen. Aruna noticed her indifference but chose to remain silent for the moment.

Instead, she leaned back in her chair, her tone sharp and decisive. “I’m not crazy, Venu. Do you think I enjoy staying with people I despise and being away from the ones I love?”

The room grew tense. Venu opened his mouth to respond, but Aruna continued, her voice firm. “I’m staying there because Sunandha needs to feel the consequences of what she did to our family. She has to suffer, and I will make sure of it.”

Rachana, seated next to Venu, shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Her expression betrayed her unease, but she remained silent, her eyes darting between the siblings.

Bhaskar glanced at Vani, who was still engrossed in her phone, then turned to Aruna. “Akka, I understand how you feel, but holding on to this anger... is it worth it? You deserve peace too.”

Aruna’s gaze softened slightly, but her resolve remained unshaken. “Peace will come, Bhaskar, but only when I’ve ensured justice for what was taken from us.”

The table fell silent. Each of them was lost in their own thoughts, the bonds of family stretched taut by shared grief, anger, and unspoken truths. Rachana reached for Venu’s hand under the table, squeezing it gently, while Vani remained detached, her attention still firmly fixed on her phone.

Aruna, however, was resolute. She had made her choice, and no amount of persuasion could shift her from the path she had set for herself.

The tension at the dining table gradually eased as the conversation shifted to the next day’s schedule. Bhaskar glanced at his watch and sighed. “Unfortunately, I’ll have to leave early tomorrow morning. My leaves are already over, and I can’t stretch them any further.”

Vani looked at him with mild disapproval. “You’re always in such a hurry. At least stay back and spend some time with us.”

Bhaskar gave her a faint smile. “You know how things are at work, Vani. I’ve already pushed it too far. But you and the kids should stay and enjoy yourselves for a couple more days.”

Vani nodded, looking at her son and daughter, who were sitting quietly at the end of the table. “We will. They’ve been asking about the beach ever since we came here. I promised them we’d visit before heading back.”

Venu chimed in, his tone encouraging. “Good. The beach isn’t too far, and it’ll be a nice way to relax after everything. Let me know if you need anything arranged.”

Rachana added, “I’ll pack some snacks for the kids. They’ll enjoy the trip more if they have something to munch on.”

Aruna, who had been listening silently, finally spoke, her voice measured. “It’s a good idea to take a break. The kids deserve some fun. Let them enjoy the beach.”

Rachana smiled politely but couldn’t hide her lingering discomfort from earlier. “It’s settled then. Vani, you’ll stay for two more days, and Bhaskar will leave tomorrow.”

The group exchanged a few more pleasantries about the logistics, and then the conversation drifted to lighter topics. Despite the earlier tension, the family seemed to find a brief moment of harmony as they discussed the children’s excitement about visiting the beach.

Aruna, however, remained quiet, her mind elsewhere. While her siblings and their families planned for the next couple of days, she couldn’t shake the weight of her unresolved plans and the lingering conflicts that bound them all together.

That night, after putting their daughters to bed, Rachana hesitated before sitting down beside Venu on the edge of their bed. The dim light of the bedside lamp softened her features, but her expression was serious.

“Venu,” she began, her voice quiet but firm, “I’ve been thinking about something... about Vadina.”

Venu looked up from his phone, his brow furrowed. “What about her?”

“She’s wasting her life on this idea of revenge against Sunandha. Don’t you think it’s time someone talked to her about moving on? About... getting settled again?”

Venu sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “Rachana, you know Aruna. She’s not the kind of person who listens to anyone. She’s stubborn, always has been.”

Rachana pressed on, her tone growing more urgent. “I understand that. But she’s 40 now, Venu. I know it’s not easy to find a match at her age, but she’s still beautiful, healthy, and capable of starting over. She deserves a new chance at life, away from all this bitterness.”

Venu shook his head, frustration evident in his voice. “You think I haven’t tried? I’ve talked to her countless times. She brushes it off every single time. Aruna’s mind is set on making Sunandha pay for whatever she thinks she did to our family. Until she lets go of that grudge, she won’t move forward.”

Rachana sighed deeply, her eyes glistening with concern. “I just feel bad for her. She’s wasting her best years consumed by anger. And what’s worse, this revenge she’s chasing—it’s not bringing her any peace. It’s only isolating her from everyone who loves her.”

Venu nodded, his expression softening. “I know. Believe me, I know. But you’ve seen how she is. She’s convinced this is what she needs to do.”

Rachana hesitated, then placed a hand on his arm. “Maybe it’s time to try a different approach. Not as her brother, but as someone who genuinely wants to see her happy. Maybe she needs to hear that from someone who doesn’t criticize her choices but offers her hope instead.”

Venu looked at her thoughtfully, considering her words. “You might be right,” he admitted after a long pause. “I’ll think about how to approach her. But don’t get your hopes up. Aruna doesn’t let go of things easily.”

Rachana smiled faintly, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. “That’s all I ask, Venu. Just try.”

As the night deepened, they both fell into silence, the weight of their concerns lingering in the quiet room.

As the conversation shifted, Venu leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Rachana, there’s something else I’ve been meaning to talk to her about. I want to bring up selling Dad’s property. If I could convince her to give me her share, it would be a huge help for our business.”

Rachana nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. “You’re right, Venu. It would really make a difference for us, especially with the expansion plans you’ve been talking about. But... even if she agrees, you know selling a property like that takes time.”

Venu sighed, his frustration visible. “I know, but I don’t see another way out of this financial strain. The market’s down, and our cash flow is tight.”

Rachana hesitated, then spoke softly, “Listen, Venu, I’ve been thinking... maybe you should consider taking a loan from my father. He’s always willing to help, and it could buy us some time until the property is sold.”

Her suggestion hit a nerve. Venu straightened up, his voice tinged with irritation. “How many times do I have to tell you, Rachana? I don’t want to take anything from your family. I’ve already told you this.”

Rachana looked startled but quickly composed herself. “I’m not saying we rely on them forever. It’s just a temporary solution, Venu. You know how generous my father is, and he wouldn’t think twice about helping us.”

Venu shook his head firmly, his voice steady but firm. “That’s exactly the problem. I don’t want him thinking he’s doing me a favor or that I can’t handle my own responsibilities. This is my family’s business, and I’ll manage it on my own terms.”

Rachana sighed, disappointment flickering in her eyes. “I understand your pride, Venu, but sometimes we have to set that aside for the sake of our family. Think about our daughters. They deserve stability, and if this can provide that...”

Venu cut her off, his tone softening slightly. “I know you mean well, Rachana. But this is my decision. I’ll find another way. I just need to convince Aruna first.”

Rachana nodded reluctantly, realizing the conversation was at an impasse. “Alright, Venu. But promise me you’ll consider every option carefully. For all of us.”

“I will,” he said, his voice quiet but resolute. “I always do.”

The tension lingered as they both prepared for bed, each lost in their own thoughts about the challenges ahead.

Continued in part 2