Incest Family of Shadows

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Chapter 9 part 2

That evening, they all decided to have dinner at a buffet restaurant before heading home. The place was lively, filled with the sound of clinking cutlery and murmured conversations. Aditi and Abhinav were excitedly darting between the counters, marveling at the variety of dishes and piling their plates with an eclectic mix of food.

Aruna sat at the table, enjoying the children’s enthusiasm. Vani, however, appeared restless, glancing at her phone repeatedly. After a few minutes, she leaned closer to Aruna.

"Akka, can you keep an eye on the kids for an hour?" Vani asked hesitantly.

Aruna raised an eyebrow. "What’s going on, Vani? You’ve been glued to your phone all day, and now this. Are you going to tell me what’s happening?"

Vani fidgeted with her hands, avoiding eye contact. "I... I’ll explain later, Akka. Please, just this once. I need to step out for something important."

Aruna stared at her younger sister, noting the nervous tone in her voice and the urgency in her expression. She wanted to press for more details but decided against it. "Fine," she said with a sigh. "But you’d better have a good explanation when you get back."

Vani nodded quickly, her relief evident. She grabbed her purse and hurried out of the restaurant, leaving Aruna with the kids.

As Aruna watched Aditi and Abhinav return to the table with mismatched plates of desserts and main courses, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Something about Vani’s behavior didn’t sit right with her. She put on a smile for the children, though her mind raced with questions.

"Let’s eat, kids," Aruna said, pushing her concerns aside for the moment. Whatever Vani was up to, she would get to the bottom of it soon enough.

As Aditi returned to the table with a plate full of colorful desserts, she looked around curiously. "Pedamma, where’s Mom? She was here just a minute ago."

Aruna hesitated for a moment, glancing at Abhinav, who was too busy eating to notice the conversation. Forcing a smile, she said, "Oh, your mom just stepped out to get a gift for your dad. She’ll be back soon."

Aditi’s face lit up. "A gift? What kind of gift? Is it something special?"

Aruna nodded, trying to sound convincing. "Of course! She wanted it to be a surprise for him, so let’s not spoil it, okay?"

Aditi giggled, clearly excited by the idea. "Okay, I won’t tell Dad! I hope it’s something really cool."

Aruna smiled faintly, relieved that her niece bought the story. But deep down, the lie left a sour taste in her mouth. She wasn’t sure what Vani was really up to, but something told her it wasn’t as innocent as buying a gift.

For now, though, she focused on keeping the children entertained, even as her thoughts lingered on her sister’s mysterious behavior.


Outside the restaurant, Vani walked quickly to the agreed-upon spot where Suresh stood waiting. His tall frame and confident demeanor made him stand out even in the dim light of the street
"Vani," he greeted her warmly, his voice low and familiar
She glanced around nervously before taking his hand. "We don't have much time. Let's go."
Without another word, they made their way to the nearby hotel. The room was simple but private, and as the door closed behind them, the tension of the day seemed to dissolve. Suresh gently placed his hands on her shoulders, his touch firm yet tender.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice filled with both concern and desire.
Vani nodded, her gaze meeting his. "I need this," she whispered, her voice barely audible
Their embrace was cautious at first, as if testing the boundaries of what was allowed in this stolen moment. Suresh ran his fingers through her hair, and she leaned into him, finding solace in his presence. Slowly, their connection grew more passionate, their touches more urgent, as they sought comfort and escape in each other.
Vani allowed herself to let go of her usual restraints, her laughter soft and breathy as Suresh teased her about her nervousness. He kissed her gently, then with increasing intensity, as they found themselves lost in the moment,
Their intimacy was a mix of tenderness and passion, driven by the need to feel something beyond the routines and responsibilities of their lives. For Vani, it was a moment of freedom, fleeting yet profound.

With a sense of urgency that only heightened their desire, Suresh stepped back, unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, revealing his rock-hard cock that was already glistening with anticipation. His hands trembled slightly as he ripped open the condom packet with his teeth, rolling it expertly over his engorged member. Vani watched with a mix of trepidation and excitement as he approached her, his eyes burning with a hunger that she had never seen before. He spun her around, the silk of her sari whispering against her skin, and she felt the coolness of the room against her exposed midriff. With surprising strength, he hoisted her up, his hands cupping her full, round ass cheeks as he positioned her for the impending pleasure. Her heart raced as she felt the tip of his condom-covered shaft nudging at her wet pussy, which was already swollen and begging for his intrusion. The heady scent of their arousal filled the air as he pushed into her, the fabric of her sari bunched up around her waist, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her plump, shaved mound. He didn't waste any time, plunging deep into her, filling her completely, and she gasped with a mix of pleasure and pain. His grip tightened as he began to move, his hips thrusting rhythmically, sending waves of sensation crashing through her body. The angle was perfect, his cock hitting her G-spot with every stroke, making her moan and squirm in his arms. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, brushing against her bare skin, adding to the eroticism of the scene. Suresh's breath was hot on her neck as he whispered dirty words into her ear, his voice a gruff purr that sent shivers down her spine. He was a man on a mission, a man who knew exactly what he wanted and how to give it to her. And she was more than willing to receive it, her body moving in sync with his, her pussy clenching around his dick like a glove. The standing doggy style was new to her, but she found it incredibly arousing, the way he claimed her like this, her breasts swaying with every thrust, her nipples stiff and sensitive. The friction was unbearable, and she could feel her orgasm building, coiling tightly in her belly like a spring about to snap. The world around them faded away as they became lost in the primal dance of their bodies, each movement bringing them closer to the brink of ecstasy.

When the hour drew to a close, Vani sighed, adjusting her hair in the mirror. "I have to get back before anyone notices," she said softly.

Suresh nodded, a hint of regret in his expression. "Take care, Vani. And remember, I’m here if you need me."

She smiled faintly, her heart conflicted as she stepped out of the room and back into the real world.

That evening, after returning home, the children went to bed exhausted from their eventful day. Aruna and Vani sat in the living room, the silence between them thick with unspoken words. Finally, Aruna broke the quiet.

"Vani," she said, her tone calm but firm. "We need to talk."

Vani looked up, startled. "What about, Akka?"

"About today," Aruna replied, her eyes steady. "I noticed everything—the way you kept checking your phone, how you hurried out of the restaurant. I covered for you with Aditi, told her you went to get a gift for Bhaskar. But I need to say this—you have to be more careful, especially with Aditi growing up so quickly. She’s 14 now, and kids notice more than we think."

Vani’s face paled. She tried to laugh it off. "Akka, you’re overthinking. It was just a quick errand—"

"Stop," Aruna interrupted, her voice quiet but resolute. "Don’t insult my intelligence with silly excuses. I’m not judging you, Vani. Whatever is happening, it’s your life. But you need to handle it better—for the sake of your children, if nothing else."

Vani’s shoulders slumped as the weight of Aruna’s words sank in. "You’re right," she admitted softly. "I’ve just been... so unhappy, Akka. Bhaskar is distant, and sometimes I feel invisible."

Aruna reached out and placed a hand on her sister’s. "I’m not here to lecture you, Vani. Just don’t let your choices affect your kids. And remember, secrets have a way of coming out when you least expect it."

She pulled out a small box and handed it to Vani. "Here, take this."

"What is it?" Vani asked, confused.

"A watch," Aruna replied. "Give it to Bhaskar as a gift. It’ll match the story I told Aditi. Keep the lie consistent."

Vani stared at the box, tears welling in her eyes. "Thank you, Akka," she whispered.

"Don’t thank me," Aruna said, leaning back. "Just be smart, Vani. And careful."

As Vani left the room clutching the watch, Aruna sighed, a mix of emotions swirling within her. She didn’t condone Vani’s actions, but she understood the complexities of life all too well.

Continued in part 3

 

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Chapter 9 part 3

Aruna returned to Sunandha's house the following evening, carrying the air of someone who had successfully wrapped up a long and tiring task. She found Sunandha in the living room, going through a photo album.

"Everything went well in Kakinada," Aruna began, sitting across from her stepmother. "How was the ceremony here?"

Sunandha glanced up, a warm but tired smile on her face. "It went smoothly. A few relatives stayed longer than expected, but overall, it was peaceful. Look," she said, sliding the album toward Aruna. "These are some of the photos from the ceremony."

Aruna flipped through the pictures, her sharp eyes scanning each face. The familiar faces of relatives and acquaintances filled the pages until she stopped abruptly. Her gaze lingered on two men standing near the back of a group photo—Yedukondalu and Anand.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she masked her reaction with a casual smile. "Ah, I see everyone made it," she said, feigning indifference as she flipped to the next page.

Sunandha nodded, oblivious to Aruna's internal turmoil. "Yes, it was good to see so many people come together to honor Narendra's memory. Those two," she pointed at Yedukondalu and Anand in the photo, "seemed particularly close to him. They spoke a lot about the old days."

Aruna’s smile widened, though it didn’t reach her eyes. "How nice," she said, closing the album and handing it back to Sunandha. "It’s comforting to know people still remember him fondly."

But inside, her mind was racing. Yedukondalu and Anand... of all people.

She quickly composed herself and added, "It’s a good thing I went to Kakinada. It seems I avoided unnecessary drama here."

Sunandha raised an eyebrow. "Drama?"

"Oh, nothing," Aruna said, brushing it off with a laugh. "Just a thought."

As she went to her room, Aruna couldn’t help but smirk to herself. Her decision to attend the Kakinada ceremony instead of staying at Sunandha's had been a calculated one—and it had paid off. If she had been here, there was a real chance Yedukondalu or Anand might have brought up the scandal from her past, unraveling the carefully constructed life she was building.

For now, she had dodged the bullet. But Aruna knew she couldn’t rely on luck forever. Yedukondalu and Anand might not have said anything this time, but they were loose ends—and loose ends had a way of causing trouble when left untied.


Back at the college, Babu and Jasmine were sitting on the steps of their campus library, watching the sunset. Their usual spot. Jasmine sipped on her lemonade, while Babu tore pieces off a sandwich, tossing crumbs for the birds nearby.

“So,” Jasmine started, “how’s your brilliant plan for the group project going?”

Babu smirked. “Brilliant is the right word. Give me some credit.”

She rolled her eyes. “You haven’t started, have you?”

“Not the point,” he said with a laugh, dodging her question. “Anyway, let’s talk about you. Still working on getting rid of that ‘dangerous vibe’ you seem to have? Or are you fine scaring off all the guys on campus?”

Jasmine shot him a look. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who think I’m some femme fatale or something.”

Babu shrugged casually. “Not saying I do. But some might.”

She raised an eyebrow, curious. “Like who?”

“Well...” Babu hesitated, looking down at the crumbs on his hand. “Vicky, for one. He has a lot to say about you, you know. Like, how you’re way out of everyone’s league or whatever.”

Jasmine narrowed her eyes. “Wait, you’ve been talking to Vicky? What’s he been saying?”

Babu leaned back, sensing her growing interest. “Nothing much. Just... he mentioned your birthday. Said he stayed at your place that night.”

Jasmine paused mid-sip, her expression unreadable. “He told you that?”

“Yeah,” Babu said, looking at her carefully. “Not like he was bragging or anything. Just... mentioned it.”

She put her lemonade down, crossing her arms. “And you believed him?”

He shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I? I mean, it’s not a big deal. You’ve been friends forever, right? Makes sense.”

Jasmine stared at him, searching his face. “So, you’ve thought all this time that he stayed over... and you never brought it up? Never judged me?”

Babu tilted his head, confused. “Judged you for what? You’re an adult, Jasmine. Your life, your choices. I just figured it was none of my business.”

Her chest tightened at his words. For weeks, she’d noticed how Babu treated her—always friendly, teasing, but never disrespectful or condescending. He didn’t make her feel self-conscious, even when others whispered about her.

“Babu,” she began, her tone softening, “Vicky and I... we did try to be something more at one point. But it didn’t work. We’re just friends now. That night... he stayed over because he got drunk, and I didn’t want him driving. He slept on the couch. Nothing happened.”

Babu nodded slowly, his expression calm. “Figured it was something like that. Vicky’s lucky, though.”

“Lucky?” she echoed, surprised.

“Yeah,” he said with a smile. “To have you as a friend. You’re loyal, and you don’t let people push you around. That’s rare.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. She looked away, suddenly flustered. “You’re such a weirdo, you know that?”

“Thanks. I try,” he said with a grin, tossing the last crumb to a bird.

Jasmine couldn’t help but smile, but deep down, something shifted. Babu had thought the worst—believed the rumors—and yet, his behavior toward her never changed. He hadn’t judged her, hadn’t treated her differently.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, she realized for the first time that there was more to Babu than she’d given him credit for. A seed of something unfamiliar—admiration, maybe even affection—had been planted.


Few days later, Babu sat at the corner table of the café, scrolling through his phone while waiting for Gita, Their meeting was Setup over the phone last night. A few minutes later, Gita walked in, carrying her bag slung over one shoulder. She spotted him immediately and waved with a smile.

“Babu Anna! Sorry, I’m late. Got stuck in class,” she said, sliding into the seat across from him.

“No worries,” Babu replied, setting his phone aside. “What’s up? You seem pretty busy these days.”

“Tell me about it!” Gita sighed, resting her chin on her hand. “This semester is killing me. Engineering’s no joke, you know? Assignments, projects, deadlines—it’s endless.”

Babu chuckled. “I don’t envy you. College life, huh? At least you’ve got some direction. I remember being clueless during my first year.”

“Clueless? You? Hard to believe,” Gita teased, her eyes twinkling. “What did you even do back then?”

“Let’s just say I spent more time figuring out what not to do,” Babu said with a grin. “But seriously, you’ll be fine. You’ve always been smart, and you’ve got that determination. Just don’t let the pressure get to you.”

Their conversation shifted to lighter topics—funny professors, campus gossip, and random stories from their childhoods. Gita found herself laughing more than she had in weeks.

As they were talking, a group of Gita’s friends passed by the café window. One of them nudged another. “Hey, isn’t that Gita? Who’s that guy she’s with?”

“Wow, he’s cute,” another whispered. “Think she’ll introduce us?”

Later that day, Gita’s friends cornered her in class. “Okay, spill! Who’s the guy you were with at the café?”

Gita blinked, startled. “Oh, you mean Babu Anna? He’s just a family friend.”

“Anna? Come on, Gita. He doesn’t look like an ‘Anna’ kind of guy. He’s seriously handsome!”

Gita brushed off their comments, but the teasing left her feeling self-conscious. The next few times she met Babu, she noticed her own hesitation before addressing him as “Anna.” Eventually, it slipped away entirely, and she just called him “Babu.”

Their meetings remained casual, but Gita began to pay closer attention to him—the way he spoke, the way he made her feel comfortable, and, most importantly, how he never judged her for anything. Slowly, their friendship deepened, and Gita found herself looking forward to their conversations more than ever before.

Back at the Government quarters in the quiet living room, where Aruna and Sunandha sit together. Sunandha is flipping through a magazine, while Aruna seems unusually thoughtful, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of the sofa.

“Amma,” Aruna began, breaking the silence.

Sunandha looked up, surprised by her tone. “Yes, Aruna? What’s on your mind?”

“I’ve been thinking… I want to start working.”

Sunandha’s eyes widened with delight, and she set the magazine aside. “That’s a wonderful decision, Aruna! I’ve always known you have so much potential. I’m so proud of you.”

Aruna gave a faint smile. “Thank you, Amma. But I’ll need a little help. I was hoping you could talk to Purushotham about giving me a job. He manages so many businesses, and I’m sure he could find something suitable.”

Sunandha paused for a moment, considering her request. “That’s a good idea. Purushotham is a capable and understanding young man. I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to help. Let me call him now.”

She picked up her phone and dialed Purushotham’s number. It rang twice before he answered, his cheerful voice carrying through the speaker.

“Hello, Aunty! What a pleasant surprise,” Purushotham greeted warmly.

“Hello, Purushotham,” Sunandha replied with a smile. “I need a favor from you.”

“Of course, Aunty. Anything you need, just say the word.”

“Well, Aruna has decided she wants to start working, and I immediately thought of you. Is there a position she could fill in one of your businesses?”

Purushotham’s response was immediate. “Aruna wants to work? That’s fantastic! Of course, Aunty, I’d be honored to help. She can start whenever she’s ready. I’ll personally make sure everything is arranged.”

Sunandha’s face lit up with gratitude. “Thank you, Purushotham. I knew I could count on you.”

“Aunty, it’s the least I can do for our family. Just tell Aruna to drop by, and we’ll get everything sorted.”

Sunandha hung up and turned to Aruna, her smile brimming with pride. “It’s done. Purushotham is more than happy to help. He said you can start whenever you’re ready.”

Aruna gave a small nod, her expression steady. “Thank you, Amma. I promise I’ll make the most of this opportunity.”

Sunandha placed a hand gently on Aruna’s shoulder. “I know you will. This is a big step forward, and I’m proud of you for taking it.”

Aruna nodded again, a flicker of determination crossing her face. Though Sunandha saw this as a chance for growth, Aruna already viewed it as an opportunity to steer her life—and perhaps others’—in a direction of her choosing.

Aruna arrived at Purushotham's office with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The polished interior, bustling employees, and efficient atmosphere of the building spoke of his success. As she entered his private cabin, Purushotham greeted her warmly, gesturing for her to take a seat.

"Welcome, Aruna. I’ve been looking forward to this," he said, closing his laptop and giving her his full attention.

“Thank you, Purushotham,” Aruna replied, still unsure about what to expect. She took a deep breath and decided to address the matter directly. “I wanted to talk about my role here. What position am I starting with, and what will my responsibilities be?”

Purushotham leaned back in his chair, smiling. “You’ll be joining as the Assistant General Manager.”

Aruna’s eyes widened in surprise. “Assistant General Manager? Purushotham, that’s… that’s way more than I expected. I thought I’d start with something small, maybe even as an unpaid intern. I don’t want any special treatment just because of our relationship or because Amma asked you.”

Purushotham’s expression grew serious. “Aruna, I understand where you’re coming from, but I can’t treat you like just another employee—not because of Sunandha Aunty or even our bond, but because of Narendra Uncle.”

Aruna tilted her head, curious. “What do you mean?”

Purushotham sighed, his gaze distant as he began narrating. “Back when I was struggling to find my footing, your father was a pillar of support for me. I had just started working for a small company after college, and I was unsure about what direction my career would take. One day, I met Narendra Uncle at a family function. He took an interest in my plans and aspirations, and he saw something in me that I didn’t even see in myself.”

He paused, his voice thick with emotion. “Uncle didn’t just give me advice; he went out of his way to help me financially and emotionally. He even vouched for me when I decided to start my own venture. Without him, I wouldn’t be where I am today. He believed in me when no one else did. His trust and support changed my life.”

Aruna listened intently, her emotions a mix of pride and sorrow as she thought of her father.

Purushotham continued, “So, when Sunandha Aunty called me, asking if I could give you a job, I didn’t see it as a favor. I saw it as an opportunity to honor your father’s memory. You deserve a position that reflects the respect I have for him—and for you. You’re not getting special treatment, Aruna. You’re getting what I believe you’re capable of handling.”

Aruna was silent for a moment, absorbing his words. She felt a deep sense of gratitude and a renewed determination. “Thank you, Purushotham. I’ll work hard and prove that I’m worthy of this position.”

“I have no doubt you will,” he said with a reassuring smile. “And remember, I’m always here to guide you.”

As she left his office later, Aruna couldn’t help but feel a mix of pride and responsibility. Her father’s legacy had paved the way for her, and she was determined to make the most of it. But deep down, she also saw this as an opportunity to shape her future—and perhaps gain some control over the dynamics within her family.


Continued in next part

 

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Chapter 9 final part

Over the next few days, Aruna immersed herself in learning the intricacies of Purushotham's business. She spent hours poring over company reports, sitting in on meetings, and observing how different departments operated. With each passing day, she grew more confident and began to adapt her style to reflect her new role. Her wardrobe transformed—sarees and casual wear were replaced by elegant formal attire, projecting professionalism and authority.

Despite her efforts, Aruna couldn’t escape the undercurrent of whispers among the staff.

“She’s just a pretty face,” one employee muttered during a coffee break.

“I heard she’s the boss’s family friend. That’s why she got the position,” another added.

“AGM on her first day? Must be nice to have connections,” a senior staff member scoffed.

Meanwhile, Purushotham called Rekha, the company’s HR head and the oldest member of his firm, to prepare the salary bill for Aruna. Rekha, a seasoned professional and a close friend of Purushotham, didn’t hesitate to voice her opinion.

“Purushotham,” Rekha began, looking at him with a concerned expression, “are you sure about this? This is a significant salary, especially for someone new to the role. I feel like you’re letting emotions guide this decision.”

Purushotham leaned back in his chair, his expression firm but calm. “Rekha, I understand your concern. But Aruna isn’t just anyone. I know her intelligence and her potential. She will be an asset to this firm, and I have no doubt she’ll prove herself in time.”

Rekha frowned slightly. “I’m not questioning her intelligence, but you have to admit, this appointment looks... unusual to the staff. It could affect morale.”

“She’s more than capable, Rekha,” Purushotham insisted. “You’ll see that soon enough. And as for the staff, let them think what they want. Results will change their minds.”

Rekha sighed but nodded. “I hope you’re right. For everyone’s sake.”

As Aruna continued to navigate her role, the whispers among the staff didn’t entirely fade, but Purushotham’s unwavering support bolstered her resolve. She was determined to prove not just to herself but to everyone else that she belonged there—not because of connections, but because of her capabilities.

The next day brought a game-changing opportunity for Purushotham’s firm—a potential collaboration with a prominent client whose project was nearly ten times larger than anything the firm had handled before. The stakes were high, and the entire office buzzed with anticipation.

Purushotham decided to include Aruna in the meeting. Despite being new, he believed her presence could bring fresh energy to the negotiation. Aruna, though nervous, prepared diligently, reviewing every detail about the client and the project.

As they entered the client’s spacious office, all eyes naturally gravitated toward Aruna. Dressed in an elegant yet professional outfit, her poised demeanor exuded confidence. During the initial discussions, the client, a middle-aged businessman named Mr. Rao, couldn’t help but notice her.

As Purushotham presented their proposal, Mr. Rao directed several questions toward Aruna, curious about her insights. She responded thoughtfully, blending her newly acquired knowledge with natural charm.

At one point, Mr. Rao said with a smile, “Your ideas are refreshing, Ms. Aruna. It’s not every day we see someone with both substance and style.”

Aruna acknowledged the compliment gracefully and continued to explain how the firm would handle the project efficiently. Her calm confidence and persuasive arguments clearly made an impression.

When the meeting concluded, Mr. Rao shook hands with Purushotham and said, “I must admit, I had my doubts about your firm managing a project of this scale. But after today, I’m convinced. Let’s proceed.”

Purushotham beamed with pride, knowing this deal would be transformative for the company. As they walked back to the car, he turned to Aruna and said, “You were incredible in there. Your presence and input sealed the deal. This is a huge win for us.”

Aruna smiled, feeling a mix of pride and relief. She had proven her worth, not just to Purushotham but to the entire firm. Yet, she couldn’t ignore the subtle undertone in Mr. Rao’s demeanor—it was clear her looks had played a role in capturing his attention.

Back at the office, word quickly spread about the massive project they had secured. While many staff members acknowledged Aruna’s contribution, others whispered that it was her appearance, not her skill, that had swayed the client.

Aruna, however, chose to focus on the positives. She knew this was just the beginning and resolved to let her work speak louder than any assumptions. For now, she had earned a pivotal role in the company’s biggest project, and she was determined to prove she was more than just a pretty face.

The day of the salary distribution arrived, bringing a mix of excitement and anticipation to the office. Purushotham, sitting in his cabin, called Rekha in.

“So, Rekha,” he began with a smile, “do you still think hiring Aruna was a mistake?”

Rekha, known for her honesty and directness, sighed and shook her head. “I admit, I misjudged her. Aruna has proven herself beyond my expectations. She deserves every rupee of her salary—if not more. She’s been an asset to this firm.”

Purushotham nodded, clearly satisfied. “I’m glad you see it now. She’s made a significant impact in such a short time.”

Later that day, Purushotham approached Aruna “Congratulations on your first salary. This calls for a treat!” he said.

Aruna chuckled, taking the envelope. “I should be asking for a treat from you instead. Securing that big deal was a team effort, wasn’t it?”

He laughed. “Alright, how about we both treat the office? A celebration for everyone.”

The idea was quickly set into motion. By evening, the firm hosted a grand party at a nearby banquet hall. The atmosphere buzzed with energy as the staff mingled, shared laughs, and celebrated their recent success. Aruna, dressed in an elegant gown, stood out, her charisma lighting up the room.

Purushotham, watching her interact effortlessly with colleagues and clients, felt a deep admiration for her. During his toast, he praised the entire team for their hard work and gave special acknowledgment to Aruna’s contributions.

As the party wound down, most of the staff left, leaving only Purushotham and Aruna to wrap up. They sat in a quieter corner of the venue, sipping their drinks.

“Tonight was perfect,” Aruna said, leaning back with a tired smile. “Thank you for believing in me.”

Purushotham looked at her, his expression soft. “You’ve earned it, Aruna. Every bit of it. I knew from the start you’d prove yourself. But I didn’t anticipate how much you’d impact this place—and me.”

Aruna met his gaze, sensing the sincerity behind his words. “I didn’t expect to find... this,” she admitted, gesturing around. “A place where I can truly contribute. It means a lot, Purushotham.”

Their eyes lingered on each other, and the silence stretched, filled with emotions that had been building over the past weeks. Tentatively, Purushotham reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

“Aruna,” he murmured, his voice low.

She didn’t pull away, her breath hitching as she felt the warmth of his hand. The intensity of the moment grew, and when he leaned in, she met him halfway. Their kiss was slow, at first, but deepened as they gave in to the connection that they had between them.

The tension between them had reached a boiling point, and as they climbed into Purushotham’s luxurious car, it was clear that the night was far from over. The drive back to his house was filled with a palpable sexual energy, their eyes locked in a silent promise of what was to come. Once inside, Purushotham’s strong arms wrapped around Aruna’s waist, pulling her closer to his solid, muscular chest. Their kiss grew more urgent, tongues dancing in a passionate tango as they stumbled towards his bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothing behind them. Aruna’s luscious breasts bounced with each step she took, her hardened nipples poking through the fabric of her now-removed bra. Purushotham’s cock was a thick, rigid presence against her thigh, straining against his boxers, begging for release. They tumbled onto the king-sized bed, their bodies entwined in a delicious mess of desire. Aruna’s hand slithered down his body, gripping his shaft firmly, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the depths of his chest. His hands explored the curves of her body, squeezing her plump ass before sliding down to her wet, swollen pussy. With eager fingers, he parted her folds, her juices coating his digits as he teased her clit. Their bodies moved in sync as they kissed, each touch and caress setting their desires alight. It was time to indulge in the carnality that had been simmering between them since day one, to let their inhibitions go and revel in the raw, unbridled passion that awaited them in the throes of a night that would be etched in their memories forever.

Breaking away from their kiss, Aruna’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she took the reins of the moment. She gently pushed Purushotham onto his back, his cock standing tall and proud, demanding attention. She slithered down his body, her full, red lips wrapping around the tip of his shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing him with her warm wetness. He watched as she took him deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each bob, her throat muscles working to accommodate his size. Her hand pumped the base of his cock in a steady rhythm that had him groaning with pleasure. She looked up, her eyes never leaving his, as she took him even deeper, her throat tightening around him. He felt her hot breath on his balls as she worked him with her mouth, her saliva dripping down to mix with her pussy juices that were already slick on her inner thighs. His hand tangled in her long hair, guiding her as she eagerly took him in, her moans vibrating through his cock and sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Aruna’s own desire was reaching a crescendo as she tasted his precum, a delicious indication of his arousal.

With a wicked smile, she climbed onto him in the cowgirl position, her wet pussy hovering over his face. Straddling him, she lowered herself onto his mouth, her labia parting to reveal her glistening clit. He didn’t waste a second, licking and sucking, his tongue delving deep into her folds. The sensation was almost too much for her, but she maintained control, her body trembling as she felt his hot breath against her sensitive flesh. Aruna’s hand reached between her legs, finding his cock still rock-hard and slick with her saliva. She guided him to her entrance, her pussy quivering with anticipation. Slowly, she began to lower herself onto him, feeling him stretch her open as he filled her completely. She threw her head back and let out a guttural moan as she started to ride him, her breasts bouncing in time with her hips, her juices coating his chest. Purushotham’s mouth was busy worshipping her clit, his tongue flicking and teasing as she moved above him. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the wet slapping of their bodies and their mingled moans and gasps. Aruna’s orgasm built, a fiery crescendo that threatened to consume her, as she took him deeper and harder. She knew this was just the beginning of a night that would leave them both utterly spent and craving more of each other.

They positioned themselves at the edge of the bed, Aruna lying on her side with a pillow under her head, her legs bent and drawn up towards her chest, creating the perfect 'L' shape. Her plump ass was perched at the very edge, begging for Purushotham's attention. He couldn't resist the sight of her pussy, glistening with arousal, and approached the bed with a feral hunger in his eyes. Placing one hand firmly on her round, supple cheek, he lined up his throbbing cock with her welcoming entrance. As he pushed inside her, she gasped, the sudden stretch sending waves of pleasure through her body. He took his time, savoring the feel of her tight warmth as he filled her inch by inch.



Once fully sheathed in Aruna's tight embrace, Purushotham paused for a moment, his cock pulsing with the thrill of her warm, wet pussy. She responded by slowly closing her legs, creating a vice-like grip that sent shocks of pleasure through him. Her inner muscles clenched around his shaft, as if trying to milk him of every last drop. He groaned deeply, the sensation so intense it was almost overwhelming. With her legs tightly clamped around his cock, he began to rock his hips in a rhythmic motion. Each movement sent jolts of pleasure through him, making his balls tighten with the promise of an impending orgasm. The sight of her body, her breasts heaving with each breath and her eyes glazed with passion, was more than he could handle. He knew that with every stroke, he was losing himself deeper into her, their bodies becoming one in a dance of lust that neither of them wanted to end. The intimate connection between them grew stronger as they moved together, their bodies speaking a language of desire that no words could match. The room was filled with the erotic sounds of their lovemaking, the slap of skin on skin and the wet sounds of her pussy taking him in, only to release him with a sucking sound that made his toes curl with pleasure. Purushotham’s mind was racing with thoughts of all the things he wanted to do to her, all the ways he wanted to make her come and scream his name. But for now, he focused on the moment, the feel of her tightness around him, the way she responded to every touch, and the delicious friction that built with each movement. They were locked in a passionate embrace, their hearts pounding in unison, as they gave themselves over to the most primal of human instincts—the need to fuck and be fucked.

With a final, powerful thrust, Purushotham’s body tensed and he released a roar of ecstasy as he came hard, his cum spurting onto Aruna’s plump, quivering ass. She moaned in pleasure, feeling the warmth spread over her skin as he filled her completely. Breathless, they stayed connected for a moment longer, basking in the afterglow of their shared climax before finally separating. Aruna slid off the bed, her legs wobbly from the intense orgasm. She turned to face him, a wicked grin playing on her lips as she looked back at the mess they had made. “Looks like I need a bath,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Purushotham chuckled, running his hand over his sweat-drenched forehead before standing up and walking towards her. He scooped her up in his arms, carrying her to the en-suite bathroom with a gentle strength that made her feel cherished. He set her down by the tub and turned on the faucet, filling it with steaming water. He watched as she stepped in, her body glowing under the soft lights, the water washing away the evidence of their passion. She sank into the tub with a contented sigh, her curves disappearing beneath the surface.



End of chapter 9

 

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Chapter 10: New Beginnings

The next day, Aruna drew her first salary and went straight home to give it to Sunandha. Entering the living room, she found her mother sipping tea and reading a book.

"Amma," Aruna called softly, placing the envelope on the table before her.

Sunandha looked up, surprised. "What’s this, Aruna?"

"My first salary," Aruna said with a proud but humble smile. "It’s yours, Amma. You’ve given me everything I have. This is the least I can do."

Sunandha's eyes softened with pride and affection. She picked up the envelope but placed it back in Aruna's hand.

"This is yours, Aruna," Sunandha said firmly. "You worked for it, you earned it. I don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything. Keep it and use it for yourself."

"But Amma," Aruna protested gently, "I don’t need it. You already provide me with everything. I don’t have any expenses."

Sunandha chuckled warmly. "That may be true now, but life has a way of surprising us. Keep it, save it, or use it for something you truly want. If I ever need something, I’ll ask you. Until then, this is yours, my dear."

Aruna hesitated, but Sunandha’s tone left no room for argument. She finally nodded, holding the envelope close. "Alright, Amma. But if you ever need anything, please tell me. This is as much yours as it is mine."

"I will," Sunandha promised with a smile, pulling her daughter into a tight embrace. "I’m so proud of you, Aruna."

Aruna felt a wave of warmth and contentment as she hugged her mother back. For a moment, the weight of her past schemes and the complexities of her life seemed to fade, replaced by the simple joy of being appreciated.

That evening, as Aruna relaxed in her room, her phone buzzed. It was a call from Babu.
“Hello, little brother!” Aruna greeted warmly.
“Hello, Akka! Congratulations on your first salary!” Babu said enthusiastically.
Aruna chuckled. “Thank you, Babu. It feels nice to earn something on my own.”
“It’s been a while since we talked, Akka. How’s work treating you?” he asked.
“It’s good. Busy, but fulfilling. And what about you? College life must be fun.”
Babu hesitated for a moment before sharing, “It’s going great. I’ve made some good friends. Jasmine, you remember her, right? We’ve grown closer, and there’s Gita too. She’s really smart and fun to talk to.”
Aruna smiled knowingly. “Ah, so you’ve got two girls keeping you company? That sounds like an exciting college life!”
“Akka! It’s not like that,” Babu protested, laughing nervously.
“By the way,” Aruna said casually, “I transferred some amount to your account. Check it when you have time.”
“What?!” Babu exclaimed. opened his banking app while still on the call. His eyes widened when he saw the amount. “Akka, this is... this is too much! Why so much? Akka, why would you do that? What will I even do with the money?”
“Spend it, Babu,” Aruna said, her tone gentle yet firm. “Buy something for yourself, treat your friends, or save it for something special. It’s yours now, so use it however you like.”
Babu was touched. “Thank you so much, Akka. But honestly, I don’t know how to repay you.”
“You don’t have to repay me, Babu. Just focus on your studies and enjoy your life. That’s all the thanks I need,” Aruna said warmly.
Babu smiled, his heart full of gratitude. “I will, Akka. You’re the best!”
“Don’t forget that,” she teased before they ended the call.
As they continued to chat, Babu felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and affection for his sister. Aruna’s thoughtful gesture brought them closer, reminding him of the bond they shared despite the distances and complexities in their lives. For Aruna, the conversation was a brief respite—a moment of pure joy in the midst of her intricate world.
Immediately Aruna called Venu “Hello, Akka,” he greeted warmly.
“Venu, how are you? How’s Rachana and the kids?” Aruna asked with genuine concern.
“We’re all doing fine. How about you?”
“I’m good. Actually, I called to tell you something,” she said, her tone soft yet resolute. “I’ve transferred some money to your account. It’s not much, but I wanted to help.”
Venu paused, surprised. “Akka, you didn’t have to—”
“I know what you’re going to say,” she interrupted gently. “But I remember the conversation we had before I left Kakinada. You told me about your financial troubles and asked if we could sell the old house to get your share. I said no at the time because I wasn’t ready to part with it.”
Her voice softened further. “But I’ve been thinking about it a lot, Venu. I can’t sell the house, but I can help in other ways. From now on, I’ll send money to you every month. It’s my way of supporting you.”
Venu was silent for a moment, his throat tightening with emotion. “Akka, I don’t know what to say. Thank you... This means a lot.”
“You don’t need to say anything,” she replied. “You’re my brother, and I’ll always have your back. Just promise me you’ll use it wisely and take care of the family.”
After the call ended, Venu sat back, his mind replaying their earlier conversation in Kakinada. He had been desperate, asking for the sale of the house as a way to alleviate his mounting financial burdens. At that time, Aruna’s refusal had stung, but now her gesture filled him with a mix of relief and gratitude.
Still, as he stared into the night, his thoughts wandered. The money she had sent was generous, but would it be enough? His financial troubles were far-reaching, and the weight of debt still loomed heavily over him.
Yet, for the first time in weeks, a small glimmer of hope flickered within him. He resolved to make the best use of the help Aruna was providing, even as he wondered if it would be enough to truly turn things around.
One evening, as Babu was wrapping up his studies in his dorm room, his phone buzzed. Seeing Purushotham’s name on the screen, he hesitated for a moment before answering.
“Hello, Purushotham,” Babu greeted casually.
“Hey, Babu. Hope I’m not disturbing you,” Purushotham said, his voice a little tense.
“No, not at all. What’s up?”
There was a brief pause on the line before Purushotham finally spoke. “I, uh... I wanted to tell you something. I know I don’t need to, but I feel like I owe you honesty.”
Babu furrowed his brow, unsure of where this was going. “What is it?”
“I slept with Aruna again,” Purushotham admitted, his tone a mix of nervousness and guilt.
For a moment, Babu was silent, processing the statement. Then, much to Purushotham’s surprise, he responded with an indifferent tone. “Okay.”
“That’s it? Just... okay?” Purushotham asked, baffled by the lack of reaction.

“Yeah,” Babu said, shrugging though Purushotham couldn’t see him. “You’re both adults. It’s her choice who she wants to be with. I don’t see why I should have a say in it.”
“But... I thought you might be upset or... something,” Purushotham said, clearly thrown off by Babu’s calm demeanor.
Babu chuckled lightly. “Look, I care about Akka, but it’s her life. If this is what she wants, who am I to judge? As long as no one’s being hurt, it’s none of my business.”
Purushotham sighed, a mix of relief and confusion washing over him. “I didn’t expect you to be so... mature about this.”
Babu leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting to a photo of Aruna in his phone. He said "She is a beautiful woman with a curvy figure that could make any man’s heart race, Purushotham, She has desires too. I hope you’re making sure she’s happy in bed, because she deserves it.” The words hung in the air, hinting at a deeper understanding between the two friends that extended beyond the confines of societal norms.
"This is new, you being concerned about your sister's happiness in bed," Purushotham commented, a hint of surprise in his voice.
Babu's gaze remained fixated on the photo, his thoughts drifting. "Yeah, I know. But we've all grown up, haven't we? And if Akka's happy, then that's all that matters to me," he replied, his voice thick with a blend of curiosity and something else—an unspoken curiosity that hinted at the evolving dynamics of their friendship.
Purushotham felt a sudden warmth in his chest, appreciating Babu's unexpected maturity. "Well, she seems pretty satisfied," he said with a smirk, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. "I make sure she's, you know, taken care of."
"Oh, and by the way," Babu added, breaking the silence that had momentarily filled the room, "Aruna sent me some money from her first salary.
Purushotham's smirk grew wider as he leaned back in his chair, his own dorm room mirroring the calmness of Babu's. "Is that why you're being so understanding?" he teased, his voice now playful. "Because she's lining your pockets?"
Babu rolled his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's not like that," he protested, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice. "But yeah, it was a nice surprise. She being generous like that”.
As the conversation between Babu and Purushotham continued, Babu decided to lighten the mood. With a playful tone, he said, “You know, Purushotham, Aruna just started earning, and she’s already sent me money. And here you are, after signing such a massive deal, not even inviting me to your celebration party. Talk about priorities!”
Purushotham laughed, clearly caught off guard. “Ah, come on, Babu! That’s not fair. The party was for the office team—it wasn’t a family gathering!”
Babu chuckled. “Still, you could’ve at least given me a heads-up. I would’ve gate-crashed with style.”
“Well, next time there’s a big deal, you’re officially invited,” Purushotham promised, playing along.
“You better not forget,” Babu replied, grinning. “And hey, just to remind you, my presence at any party automatically makes it more interesting.”
“Noted,” Purushotham said with a smirk. “But I’ll need you to bring that sharp wit of yours to keep everyone entertained.”
Babu smiled. “Deal. But seriously, don’t work Aruna too hard," Babu said, his voice a mix of teasing and genuine concern. "She’s just started out. Let her find her rhythm."
Purushotham chuckled, knowing that Babu's comment was a double entendre that applied to both Aruna's new job and her sexual escapades. "Don't worry, man. I've got it handled," he replied with a knowing wink, his voice dripping with confidence. “She’s doing great,” Purushotham said warmly. “Your sister’s sharper than most people I’ve worked with. I’m lucky to have her on board.” Purusotham continued "Besides, your sister's got skills that could make a seasoned pro jealous. She's a natural…… in every sense."
Babu's cheeks flushed slightly at Purushotham's words, his mind racing with the vivid images of Aruna's sexual prowess. He couldn't help but feel a strange mix of pride and arousal at the thought of his sister's hidden talents. He had always known she was special, but to hear his friend confirm it with such enthusiasm was something else entirely. The conversation had taken an unexpectedly erotic turn, and he found himself unable to resist the urge to delve deeper into the details of their encounters. "What do you mean by 'skills'?" Babu asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the curiosity in his tone unmistakable.
Purushotham's chuckle grew deeper, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned back further in his chair. "Well, in the office, she uses those lips to sweet-talk her way through negotiations. But in the bedroom, oh boy," he paused, letting the anticipation build, "she's got a mouth that could make a saint confess his sins. Her lips wrap around a dick like a glove, sucking and licking with a passion that could make a man forget his own name." Babu felt his cock stir at the vivid description, his mind conjuring up images of Aruna's luscious, full lips engulfing Purushotham's shaft, her eyes fluttering in pleasure as she took him deep into her throat. Despite the taboo nature of the conversation, he found himself eager to hear more about his sister's carnally adept nature.
Babu felt his cock pulse in his pants, the explicit visuals of Aruna's mouth wrapped around Purushotham's dick painting a vivid picture in his mind. He cleared his throat, trying to push the images away. "Alright, man," he said, his voice a little strained. "That's enough. She's still my sister, you know?"
“Well, good,” Babu said. “And don’t forget to call me for that next party. I’ll be waiting.” with an intention to end the call.
Before hanging up, Purushotham added with a sly tone, “You know what, Babu? Just for giving me a hard time, I’m transferring you some money. Go have some fun. Consider it your share of the celebration.”
Babu was taken aback for a moment but then laughed. “Now, this is the kind of apology I like! Thanks, Purushotham. I’ll make good use of it, don’t worry.”
They ended the call on a cheerful note, leaving both in better spirits. The conversation, filled with lighthearted banter, left Babu feeling a little closer to Purushotham, despite the complexities surrounding their relationship.

Continued in the next part….​

 

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Chapter 10 part 2

Babu decided to spend the weekend treating Gita to a day of shopping and fun. He remembered how she’d mentioned a boutique she liked but had never had the chance to visit. “Let’s go there today,” he said, surprising her with his suggestion.
At first, Gita was hesitant. “You don’t have to do all this for me, Babu,” she said softly.
“I want to,” he replied with a grin. “You’ve been such a good friend. Besides, it’s fun to see you happy.”
As they roamed the mall, Babu insisted on buying her a few dresses, a pair of earrings, and even a small charm bracelet that caught her eye. “This suits you,” he said, fastening it on her wrist. Gita blushed, feeling overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness.
Afterward, they grabbed coffee at a quiet café. Gita couldn’t stop smiling. “I’ve never had anyone treat me like this,” she admitted. “It feels... special.”
Babu's eyes twinkled with genuine affection as he leaned closer to Gita, the warm scent of his cologne making her heart flutter. He whispered, "I really like you, Gita. You deserve all of this and more." Without waiting for a reply, he pressed his soft, full lips against hers in a tender kiss that sent waves of pleasure through her body. Gita's eyes closed instinctively, and she felt her cheeks redden as she responded with a gentle nibble of his bottom lip, their tongues dancing together in a sweet, unspoken conversation. The café's low murmur faded away as she focused on the warmth of his breath and the gentle scrape of his stubble against her skin. The moment was so perfect, so intimate, that she could feel her pussy begin to throb with a newfound desire for this man she'd always considered a friend. His hand slid to her thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through her core, and she knew that their friendship was about to take a steamy, unexpected turn.

Their lips parted with a soft smack as they heard the approaching footsteps of the waiter, and Babu whispered into Gita's ear, "Would you like to go somewhere more... private?" His breath tickled her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Gita looked into his eyes, dark with lust, and nodded, her voice barely audible. "Yes," she murmured.
They quickly gathered their things and left the café, Babu's hand resting possessively on the small of her back, guiding her through the mall. His touch was a silent promise of the carnality to come, making her pulse race with excitement.
With the thrill of the illicit rendezvous, Babu led Gita to Jean Anna's empty room, his hand still resting on the small of her back. The anticipation grew thicker with each step, their hearts beating in a feverish symphony of lust. He unlocked the door with the hidden key, which he'd secretly held onto, and ushered her inside. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep the outside world at bay. The scent of Jean Anna's perfume still lingered in the air, mingling with the growing aroma of their burgeoning passion. Gita's eyes widened as she took in the untouched sanctity of the space, and she felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. This was not just a room; it was a hidden haven where they could indulge in their deepest desires without judgment. Babu's hand slid up to her neck, gently guiding her to face him. He leaned in for another kiss, this one deeper, more demanding, as his other hand roamed down her body, cupping her perfect round ass. She moaned softly against his mouth, her body responding to his touch like a finely tuned instrument. He broke the kiss and whispered, "Let's make this a weekend she'll never forget," his eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. Gita's pussy grew wetter at the thought of what was to come. She nodded eagerly, her breath coming in shallow gasps, as Babu began to undress her, his hands tracing every curve of her feminine form. The sound of fabric hitting the floor was the only sound in the room, other than their ragged breaths. As he uncovered her, Gita felt a rush of vulnerability and excitement, her nipples hardening into tight peaks and her pussy aching for his touch. She knew that this was the point of no return, and she was ready to embrace the wild, carnivorous passion that was about to consume them.
Guiding Gita to the plush mattresses laid out on the floor, Babu's eyes feasted on her curvy figure as she gracefully removed her dupatta, revealing the tantalizing valley of her cleavage. His cock, already straining against his pants, grew even harder at the sight of her full, round tits, their soft mounds pushed up by the lacy confines of her bra. He couldn't resist the urge to lean down and plant eager kisses along her neck and collarbone, savoring the sweet taste of her skin as she tilted her head back, exposing more of herself to him. Gita's breath hitched as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine. Her hand found its way to his hair, gently tugging him closer as she arched her back, silently begging for his touch. His warm, calloused hands slid over the smooth fabric of her top, teasing the edges of her breasts.
Babu's hands trembled with excitement as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the sculpted landscape of his chest and abs, the product of countless hours at the gym. His skin was a warm, golden hue, and Gita couldn't resist the urge to run her fingers over his defined pectorals and down the line of his happy trail. As the shirt fell to the floor, Gita's eyes widened, taking in the sight of his rock-hard abs and the dusting of dark hair that led to the waistband of his pants. Overwhelmed by his masculine beauty, she leaned in to hug him, pressing her ample breasts against his bare chest. The heat and weight of her body against him made his cock throb. Gita felt a surge of empowerment and desire as she stepped back and began to unbutton her own kameez.
As Gita shrugged off her kameez, allowing it to pool around her feet, Babu's gaze was drawn to her lacy red bra, which barely contained the perky, tight mounds of her breasts. The stark contrast to his ex Rani's more generous, shaggy assets was not lost on him. Her lean frame was a delicious sight to behold, her flat stomach leading to the gentle flare of her hips, and the promise of a tight, wet pussy waiting beneath her salwar. His cock jerked in his pants, eager to explore the differences in their bodies and to claim her as his own. He stepped closer, his hands cupping her breasts with reverence, his thumbs brushing over her stiffening nipples. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Babu's eyes feasted on the tantalizing sight of Gita's exposed midriff, her navel a small, inviting indentation that begged for his attention. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss at the base of her belly, his warm breath causing her to shiver. His tongue swirled around the sensitive spot, teasing and tickling as he worked his way lower, her breath catching in her throat with each touch. Gita's hands found their way into his hair, gripping tightly as he kissed and licked a trail down the smooth skin of her abdomen. With a gentle tug, she helped him remove her salwar, the fabric sliding down her legs to reveal the crimson lace panties that barely contained her slick, glistening pussy. Her legs parted naturally, an unspoken invitation for Babu to continue his descent. The room grew hot with anticipation as he hovered over her, his eyes never leaving hers as he took in the beauty of her barely-covered sex. His cock strained against his pants, eager to be released and claim its prize. The tension between them was palpable, a heady mix of desire and the thrill of the forbidden.
With trembling hands, Babu undid the button and zipper of his pants, pushing them down to expose his boxers, which strained to contain his swollen erection. He stepped out of them, revealing his cock, standing tall and proud, a testament to his arousal. The sight of it made Gita's eyes widen with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She'd never seen a man's cock up close, and it was both terrifying and thrilling. Before she could fully appreciate the length and girth, Babu reached behind her to unclasp her bra, threw it to the floor. He cupped her breasts in his large, warm hands, and leaned down to take one of her nipples into his mouth. The sensation was like nothing Gita had ever felt before. Her areola pebbled under his touch, and she gasped as he began to suck and nibble, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hands found his shoulders for balance as she felt the warmth spread from her chest to her core, making her pussy throb with need.

Gita's knees weakened as Babu's cock pressed against her velvety thighs, a hot brand of desire that made her tremble uncontrollably. With a gentle touch, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her crimson lace panties and began to slide them down her legs, his gaze never leaving hers. The fabric kissed her skin as it revealed her bare mound, her pussy already glistening with arousal. As the panties fell to the floor, Babu took a moment to appreciate the beauty of Gita's naked form, the way her soft pussy lips were swollen with lust, begging for his touch. He inhaled deeply, the scent of her arousal mingling with the lingering perfume of Jean Anna's room, creating a heady cocktail that only served to fuel his desire. He watched her face, her eyes fluttering shut and her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of pleasure, as the cool air hit her exposed skin. The anticipation was unbearable, and they both knew that the time for talking was over. The only language they needed now was the rhythmic symphony of their bodies coming together in a dance of pure, unbridled passion.
With a sudden surge of gentleness, Babu eased onto Gita, her legs parting in silent invitation. He hovered over her, the tip of his thick, pulsing cock nudging against her wet, quivering pussy. As he began to push inside her, her body tensed, and she let out a gasp of pain. The realization that Gita was a virgin struck him like a bolt of lightning, and he froze mid-thrust. His cock, slick with her arousal, hovered at her entrance, unsure of whether to proceed. He stared into her wide, tear-filled eyes and felt a pang of guilt for his own selfish desires. "Oh, Gita," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of awe and concern. "You're so tight. Are you okay?" Her response was a shaky nod, but the pain was unmistakable. He knew he had to be careful not to hurt her more. He leaned down to kiss her gently, his cock still poised at the edge of her virginity. "We'll take it slow," he promised, his voice a soothing whisper in her ear. Withdrawing his cock, he reached between her legs to stroke her clit, coaxing more wetness from her tight, untouched pussy. His touch was feather-light, a stark contrast to the heavy weight of his manhood. He watched her face as he worked her body, the pain slowly morphing into pleasure. When she was once again panting and her pussy was slick with need, he positioned himself again, his cockhead pressing against her opening. "Ready?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. Gita nodded, biting her bottom lip in anticipation, her body aching to be filled by him. Slowly, ever so slowly, Babu pushed into her, inch by glorious inch, feeling her tight, velvety walls stretch and accommodate his size. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she gripped the bedsheets tightly as she felt the pressure build. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes locked onto hers. "So perfect." With a final, gentle push, he was fully sheathed in her warmth, her tightness enveloping him like nothing he'd ever felt before.
Babu senses Gita's pain turning to pleasure, her body slowly adjusting to his size. He begins to move with a gentle rhythm, his hips rocking back and forth, each stroke sending ripples of sensation through her. Gita's eyes are tightly closed, her breath hitching in her throat as she tries to absorb the feeling of being filled by him. He whispers sweet nothings into her ear, his voice a comforting rumble as he slides his cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy. She feels herself growing more and more accustomed to the intrusion, the pain fading into the background as the pleasure builds. Her legs wrap around his waist, urging him deeper, and she clutches at his shoulders as her breathing becomes more erratic. The friction of his shaft against her clit sends sparks of sensation through her body, and she feels her orgasm approaching like a crescendo. It crashes over her with a force she's never experienced before, her pussy clenching around him as she cries out in ecstasy. Her nails dig into his back, and she arches her body off the bed, the intensity of her climax making her toes curl. As the waves of pleasure subside, she opens her eyes to find him watching her, his expression a mix of concern and desire. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in for a deep, passionate kiss, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her hips rise to meet his, her pussy begging for more.
The connection between them is palpable as they continue to fuck, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time. Gita's moans grow louder, her pussy gripping him like a vice with each thrust. Babu can feel his own climax building, his balls tightening and his cock pulsing with the need to release. He quickens his pace, his strokes growing more powerful as he chases his own release.
As Babu's strokes grew more urgent, Gita whispered a sudden plea into his ear, "Don't cum inside me." His eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded, understanding the gravity of her request. With a final, deep thrust, he pulled out, his cock slick with their mingled juices. He stroked himself a few more times, his hand moving rapidly, and then, with a guttural groan, he erupted, spurts of hot cum painting her navel and the soft mound of her stomach. Gita watched with a mix of awe and relief, her own orgasm still resonating through her body as she felt the warmth of his semen against her skin. They lay there, panting and spent, their hearts racing in unison. The moment was charged with a newfound intimacy, the reality of their shared pleasure etched onto their flushed faces and trembling limbs.
Gita carefully sat up, her body feeling both sated and a bit tender. She looked down at her stomach, which was now adorned with Babu's cum. With a shy smile, she reached down to wipe it off, feeling the sticky warmth of his release between her fingers. She grabbed a nearby towel and gently cleaned herself up, her pussy still pulsing slightly from the intensity of their encounter. The pain from her lost virginity was a faint reminder of the passion they'd just shared, but it was overshadowed by the overwhelming sense of satisfaction that lingered. As she put her clothes back on, she moved from the bed, her legs wobbly as she took her first tender steps, her freshly deflowered pussy sending a gentle reminder of the intense passion they'd just shared. Each step was a delicious ache, a stark contrast to the soft carpet beneath her bare feet. Babu watched her with concern, his own desire still smoldering, as she moved with a grace that belied her discomfort. He couldn't help but admire the way her curvy figure swayed with each step, her hips rolling slightly as she made her way to the bathroom. Her plump ass cheeks clenched together with each movement, a tantalizing sight that made his cock throb with the memory of being buried deep inside her. Despite the tenderness, she walked with a newfound confidence, the afterglow of her first sexual experience lighting her up from within. As she disappeared into the bathroom to clean up, Babu couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a wild, unexplored chapter in their friendship.

Continued in the next part……​

 

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Chapter 10 part 3

Over the next few months, Aruna and Purushotham's relationship deepened. At work, they maintained a professional demeanor, impressing the team with their synergy and success in securing new clients. However, outside the office, their bond grew more intimate.
On weekends, Aruna and Purushotham's pent-up desire would unravel like a tightly coiled spring as they retreated to their fuck nest, eager to explore the vast playground of carnality they had unlocked together. Their bodies craved the intimate dance of passion, and they would often begin by teasing each other, her full, round breasts bouncing tantalizingly as she swayed in front of him, her dark nipples standing at attention, begging to be sucked and nibbled. Purushotham's cock would swell in his pants, straining against the fabric, a silent declaration of his need for her warm, welcoming embrace. She, with a wicked smile, would often start by her knees, her soft, plump lips wrapping around the head of his cock, her tongue flicking and teasing the slit before taking him deep into her throat, her cheeks hollowing out as she bobbed up and down. His hands would tangle in her long hair, guiding her rhythm as he groaned in pleasure.
They experimented with a variety of positions, each one more debauched than the last. Aruna's curvy figure and Purushotham's toned physique melded together in a symphony of flesh, their moans and gasps echoing through the apartment walls. They would try the classic missionary, with Aruna's legs spread wide, her pussy quivering in anticipation as he slid into her, filling her up completely. Her velvety walls would clench around him, urging him to move deeper, to claim her as his own. Then, there was the wild cowgirl, with Aruna straddling him, her generous ass bouncing as she rode him like a stallion, her clit grinding against his pelvic bone, sending jolts of electricity through both their bodies. The sight of her, her large breasts jiggling and her pussy lips spread wide, would drive Purushotham mad with lust.
They didn't just stick to traditional penetration either. Aruna had a particular fondness for oral sex, and would often find herself flat on her back, her legs thrown over Purushotham's broad shoulders as he feasted on her, his tongue delving into her wet folds, teasing her clit in just the right way to make her squirm and moan. Her pussy was a treasure trove of pleasure, and he took great delight in exploring every inch of it, savoring her sweetness.
But it was the doggy style that truly pushed their boundaries. With Aruna's plump ass in the air, Purushotham would enter her from behind, his cock sliding into her wet, welcoming depths with ease. The feeling of his balls slapping against her made her gasp and arch her back, pushing herself back onto him, urging him to fuck her harder, deeper. He'd oblige, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her, her pussy tightening around him with every stroke, until she shuddered with climax, her juices running down her thighs.
Their weekends were a blur of passion, a tapestry of erotic moments that wove together into a tale of unbridled lust and love. Yet, come Monday morning, they'd emerge from their love nest, slightly disheveled but ready to face the week ahead, their secret life a source of shared smiles and knowing glances across the office.
Purushotham had always enjoyed the physical connection they shared, but as the weeks turned into months, he found himself craving more of Aruna than just her body. He would watch her at work, her sharp intellect and fiery spirit leaving him in awe, and his attraction grew beyond the confines of their weekend trysts. He noticed the way she'd tuck her hair behind her ear when she was deep in thought, the way her eyes sparkled when she was passionate about a topic, and the way her lips pursed into a cute pout when she was slightly annoyed. It was as if each moment with her was a new chapter in a novel he couldn't put down, every detail about her fascinating him more and more. The way she smelled, a mix of her floral perfume and the faint scent of their lovemaking that seemed to linger on her skin, was intoxicating. Her laugh, a melodious symphony that made his heart race, was music to his ears. And her body, oh her body, had become his canvas, every curve and line a masterpiece that he longed to explore and worship with every touch and caress. Despite their agreement to keep their relationship strictly physical, Purushotham couldn't help but feel a tendril of emotion wrapping around his heart, threatening to blur the lines they had drawn. He knew he had to tread carefully, as he didn't want to risk losing the best thing that had ever happened to him. Yet, as he lay beside her one lazy Sunday afternoon, their limbs entangled in a post-coital haze, he felt his resolve wavering. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her velvety skin, and realized with a jolt that he was falling in love with her. The thought both thrilled and terrified him, but he couldn't ignore the undeniable truth that his heart now yearned for more than just the sultry embrace of her pussy. It craved her warmth, her affection, and the unspoken bond that only true lovers shared. The realization was a heady mix of excitement and dread, but as he felt her breathing even out, her body relaxing into sleep against his, he knew he would do anything to ensure she felt the same way.
One evening, as Aruna was jotting down figures in her notebook, Sunandha walked into the room with a steaming cup of tea. She placed it on the table and sat down casually across from her daughter, a curious smile on her face.
“You’ve been sending money to Babu, haven’t you?” Sunandha asked, her tone light but teasing.
Aruna glanced up with a knowing smile. “Of course, Amma. Why wouldn’t I?”
Sunandha shook her head, leaning back in her chair. “You’re pampering him too much. If this continues, he might not learn how to manage on his own.”
Aruna chuckled softly, setting her pen down. “He’s your son, Amma. Let him enjoy these years. Life gets serious soon enough.”
Sunandha raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so now you’re a philosopher?” She smiled and took a sip of her tea. “I’m just saying, don’t let him get too comfortable. Next thing you know, he’ll expect pocket money from you for life.”
Aruna laughed, shaking her head. “Don’t worry, Amma. I know where to draw the line. He’s just enjoying himself right now, like he should. He’ll find his path when it’s time.”
Sunandha sighed dramatically, though the warmth in her eyes gave her away. “You really have a soft spot for that boy, don’t you?”
Aruna grinned. “Always, Amma. He’s my little brother, after all.”
Sunandha leaned forward, patting Aruna’s hand affectionately. “Just don’t let him take advantage of that soft spot too much, hmm? You’re working hard for this money.”
Aruna nodded, her smile unwavering. “I know, Amma. But I’d rather see him happy and carefree for now. That’s enough for me.”
Sunandha sighed, playfully shaking her head. “What am I going to do with you?” She stood up, her demeanor light. “Finish up here before your tea gets cold.”
Aruna watched her mother leave with a fond smile, feeling grateful for the quiet understanding they shared.
In the office conference room, Aruna sat across from Purushotham, a determined gleam in her eyes. A set of documents lay spread out before them, detailing an upcoming tender for a large-scale project.
“Purushotham,” Aruna began confidently, tapping the papers with her manicured fingers, “I think we should bid for this project.”
Purushotham leaned back in his chair, his expression skeptical. “Aruna, we’ve never handled anything like this before. Our focus has always been mid-sized projects—this is a completely different ballgame.”
Aruna nodded, acknowledging his hesitation. “That may be true, but think about the potential. These projects come with high profit margins. If we want to expand and make our mark, we can’t keep playing it safe.”
He folded his arms, still uncertain. “But we don’t have the expertise in this field. You can’t just jump into something so complex without the right knowledge or experience.”
A small smile played on Aruna’s lips as she leaned forward, her voice steady. “All we need is a reliable partner—someone with the expertise we lack. We can collaborate, share resources, and learn along the way. It’s a calculated risk, but one worth taking.”
Purushotham raised an eyebrow. “And where exactly am I supposed to find this ‘reliable partner’ on such short notice?”
Aruna’s smile widened, her confidence unshaken. “Leave that to me,” she said, her tone self-assured. “I’ve already started making a few calls. Give me some time, and I’ll find the right people to work with. You just need to trust me on this.”
Purushotham studied her for a moment, noting the determination in her gaze. Finally, he nodded. “Alright, Aruna. Let’s see what you come up with. But remember, this is a big step for us. If we go for it, there’s no turning back.”
Aruna’s smile turned triumphant. “Trust me, Purushotham. This could be the beginning of something great.”
Aruna dialed Venu’s number, the excitement evident in her tone as he answered.
“Venu, I need you to come to Hyderabad and meet Purushotham,” she said without preamble.
“What’s going on?” Venu asked, curiosity piqued.
“It’s about a new project. I think there’s a good opportunity for both of you to work together. Trust me on this—it could be big.”
After some persuasion, Venu agreed. The next day, he arrived at Purushotham’s office, where Aruna introduced the two men. The initial meeting was cordial, with Purushotham explaining the scope of the potential project and his concerns about venturing into unfamiliar territory.
Venu, ever the optimist, laid out his experience and assured Purushotham that his firm in Kakinada had the expertise to handle the technical aspects. “We’ve done similar projects before, and with your firm’s resources and reputation, I’m confident we can make this work,” Venu said earnestly.
Purushotham hesitated, glancing at Aruna, who gave him an encouraging nod. Though reluctant at first, his growing feelings for Aruna nudged him toward agreement. “Alright,” he said finally. “Let’s go for it. But we need to ensure we’re fully prepared for this.”
The next challenge arose when Purushotham presented the plan to Rekha, who immediately raised concerns.
“Sir, this arrangement will be difficult,” Rekha said firmly. “Venu’s office is based in Kakinada, and managing coordination over such a distance will be nearly impossible. This is a high-stakes project. We can’t afford delays or miscommunication.”
Purushotham frowned, knowing Rekha’s points were valid but unwilling to dismiss the partnership outright. He turned to Venu. “Can you set up a branch office here in Hyderabad? It’ll make collaboration much smoother and help us manage this project efficiently.”
Venu considered the suggestion, then nodded. “I can make that happen. It’ll take some time, but I’ll get the groundwork started immediately.”
Aruna smiled, feeling a surge of pride. The pieces were falling into place, and she could see the potential of this partnership blossoming into something remarkable.
Rekha, though still cautious, accepted the decision. “If that’s the plan, I’ll begin outlining the logistics for coordination between the teams,” she said, her tone professional but wary.
As the meeting concluded, Purushotham glanced at Aruna. “I hope you’re right about this,” he said softly.
“I know I am,” Aruna replied with quiet confidence, determined to ensure the success of this venture—for Purushotham, for Venu, and, ultimately, for herself.
A week after the meeting with Purushotham, Venu sat in his home office, reviewing the financial projections for setting up a branch in Hyderabad. The numbers were overwhelming. The initial investment, operational costs, and overhead expenses seemed far too risky, especially with their limited reserves.
“I don’t think we can do this, Rachana,” Venu said with a sigh, setting the papers aside. “The financial implications are too high. What if it doesn’t work out? We could lose everything.”
Rachana listened, her brow furrowed. She had seen how excited Venu was after meeting Purushotham and knew this project had the potential to elevate their business.
“We can’t just let this slip away, Venu,” she said gently. “This is a chance to grow, to make something bigger for ourselves and our children. If we back out now, we’ll regret it later.”
“But how? We don’t have the funds to take this kind of leap.”
Rachana paused, then made a decision. The next day, she visited her father, a wealthy retired businessman. She explained the situation. Her father, trusting her judgment and eager to support her family, agreed to provide the money.
When Rachana returned home with the funds, Venu was stunned. “Where did you get this?” he asked, his voice filled with both surprise and concern.
“My friend in the USA wants to partner with me,” Rachana lied smoothly. “She sees the potential in this venture and was more than willing to invest. With this, you can set up the branch office in Hyderabad and move forward with the project.”
Venu looked at her, his skepticism giving way to gratitude. “You really believe in me that much?”
“Of course I do,” Rachana said with a smile. “This is our chance, Venu. Let’s not waste it.”
Reassured, Venu called Purushotham to inform him of the update. “We’re ready to move forward,” he said confidently. “The branch office in Hyderabad will be set up within a month.”
Purushotham, hearing the news, felt a sense of relief and excitement. “Good,” he replied. “Let’s make this work.”
Unbeknownst to Venu, Rachana’s lie about her “friend’s investment” and her bold decision to use her father’s money would set the stage for both opportunities and challenges in the journey ahead.

End of Chapter 10​

 

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Very well written... Love the story

 

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Chapter 11: Dark Shadows

As weeks passed, Jasmine began to notice the growing bond between Babu and Gita. They spent more time together, their laughter and private jokes filling the air whenever she was around them. At first, Jasmine brushed it off as a friendly connection, but soon, a pang of discomfort started to settle in her heart.

One evening, after a casual group hangout, Jasmine sat alone in her room, reflecting on her feelings. She recalled the countless times Babu had been there for her—his easy smile, his unwavering support, and the way he listened without judgment. A realization crept over her, one she hadn’t been prepared for: she had developed feelings for him.

The next time she saw Babu and Gita together, her jealousy bubbled just beneath the surface. Gita’s animated laughter and the way she lightly touched Babu’s arm felt like tiny daggers. Jasmine forced herself to smile and engage in the conversation, but her heart wasn’t in it.

That night, lying in bed, Jasmine thought about confronting Babu, telling him how she felt. But doubt and fear held her back. What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if she jeopardized their friendship? And then there was Gita—sweet, cheerful Gita, who seemed genuinely happy around Babu.

Jasmine decided to bury her feelings deep inside. She convinced herself that as long as Babu was happy, she had no right to interfere. “It’s just a phase,” she whispered to herself. “I’ll get over it.”

But as the days turned into weeks, the quiet ache in her heart only grew. Despite her resolve, her feelings for Babu lingered, making it harder and harder to be around him without wondering what if.

One evening, Jean called Babu with exciting news. “I got the job, man!” he exclaimed. “It’s in Hyderabad! I’ll be starting next week.”

Babu was thrilled for his friend. “That’s amazing, Jean! Congratulations!” he replied.

Jean hesitated for a moment before continuing, “But there’s one thing. I need some temporary accommodation until I can find a permanent place. Do you know anyone who could help?”

Babu didn’t think twice. “Of course, you can stay at my place. It’s no trouble at all. I’ll sort it out.”

“You’re serious? That’s a huge favor, Babu,” Jean said, his voice filled with gratitude.

“Don’t worry about it,” Babu reassured him. “We’ve got space. You can settle in until you find something suitable.”

Jean couldn’t hide his gratitude. “Thank you so much, Babu. I owe you big time!”

“You don’t owe me anything,” Babu said with a laugh. “Just focus on your new job.”

Later that evening, Babu dialed his mom’s number, wanting to inform her about Jean’s temporary stay. The phone rang, but Sunandha didn’t answer.

The phone kept buzzing on the nightstand, its rhythmic vibration echoing through the quiet room, but Sunandha paid it no heed. Her legs were spread wide, revealing the soft, plump mounds of her feminine flesh, and Dr. Prakash, their trusted family doctor, was nestled comfortably between them. His thick, veiny cock pumped in and out of her wet, welcoming pussy with a steady rhythm that made her toes curl and her breasts bounce with each delicious thrust. Her eyes were half-closed in pleasure, and her mouth was slightly parted, releasing soft, guttural moans that mingled with the slick, wet sounds of their passionate union. Sunandha's curvy body arched up to meet him, her long hair fanned out on the pillow like a silken waterfall, framing her flushed, feminine face contorted in ecstasy. Her nipples, hard as pebbles, pointed up at the ceiling, begging for attention, and her plump, swollen lips were parted just enough to allow a delicate trickle of saliva to escape. The scent of arousal filled the air, a heady perfume that seemed to fuel Dr. Prakash's vigor as he plunged deeper into her warm, tight embrace. The conflict of the unanswered call faded into the background, a distant concern overwhelmed by the intense, primal need that pulsed between them.

Over the past few months, their relationship had grown far beyond the bounds of friendship. What had begun as occasional conversations and shared memories of Narendra had evolved into something deeper, something neither of them had anticipated.

"You're so amazing, Nandu," Dr. Prakash grunted, his pelvis slapping rhythmically against Sunandha's thighs as he drove his thick, hairy cock into her sopping wet pussy. His eyes were glued to her voluptuous figure, the soft light of the room highlighting the gentle curves of her hips and the firm swells of her breasts. At 46, Sunandha's dedication to her gym routine had paid off, leaving her body toned and desirable. Her wheatish skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat as she met his every thrust with eager hips, her pussy walls clenching greedily around his thick, 5-inch member. Despite his own 5'6" frame and slightly pudgy physique, his cock was a weapon of pleasure, its girth providing a deliciously snug fit that sent waves of ecstasy through her core with each deep, powerful stroke. His furry chest mashed against her heaving chest, the contrast of his pale skin against her darker complexion adding a layer of exoticism to their illicit encounter. Her eyes locked onto his, filled with a mix of pleasure and mischief as she whispered, "Fuck me harder, Prakash. Make me forget everything but this moment." The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to crescendo with each passing second, their shared arousal growing more intense as they approached the precipice of climax.

Sunandha's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the familiar build-up of pleasure, her pussy clenching tighter around Dr. Prakash's cock with each stroke. He knew just how to make her body sing, his experienced touch and steady rhythm a testament to the many times he had brought her to the brink of ecstasy. Her hips bucked wildly against him as she approached the peak, her breaths coming in sharp, ragged gasps. "Yes, yes, Prakash, I'm going to cum," she moaned, her voice a desperate whine. He responded by increasing the pace, his cock sliding in and out of her with a fervor that matched her own. Sunandha's orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, making her entire body convulse as she screamed out his name. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him greedily as he pumped into her, filling her with his hot, sticky seed. They both collapsed into a sweaty, satisfied heap, their chests heaving with the effort of their lovemaking. Despite the taboo nature of their encounter, Sunandha couldn't help but feel a warm glow of happiness spread through her. Dr. Prakash had once again proven himself to be a master of her body, and she reveled in the delicious feeling of being thoroughly fucked by him. As they lay there, their limbs tangled together, she knew she could always count on him to make her forget her troubles and leave her feeling utterly fulfilled.
After the hot session, In Sunandha’s dimly lit bedroom, she and Dr. Prakash sat side by side on the bed, their postures relaxed but the air between them filled with an unspoken tension. The quiet hum of the ceiling fan filled the gaps in their conversation.

Prakash leaned back slightly, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the quilt. “I’ve been meaning to say this, Sunandha… spending time with you has been… different. Calming, even. But I don’t know if I’m ready for more.”

Sunandha turned to him, her expression gentle but curious. “Is this about your divorce?”

He nodded, a faint sigh escaping his lips. “It’s hard not to carry the weight of it. I didn’t just lose a relationship; I lost trust in the idea of commitment. And the alimony…” He hesitated, his voice dropping. “It’s a constant reminder of how badly things went wrong. It’s exhausting, emotionally and financially.”

Sunandha placed a comforting hand on his arm. “Prakash, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. I understand.” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “I’ve had my own share of doubts and fears after losing Narendra. It’s not easy to even think about moving forward. There’s no rush here. We can figure this out at our own pace.”

He glanced at her, a flicker of relief crossing his face. “You’re really okay with that?”

She smiled softly, her tone warm. “Of course. I enjoy your company, and that’s enough for now. You don’t have to decide anything right away. Neither of us does.”

For a moment, they sat in silence, their shared understanding bridging the gap between their uncertainties.

As the faint sound of a car pulling into the driveway reached their ears, Sunandha glanced at the clock and then at Dr. Prakash.

“That must be Aruna,” she said, getting up from the bed.

Prakash followed her out of the bedroom and into the living room. Moments later, Aruna walked in, her usual confidence lighting up the space. She greeted them both warmly, her affection evident.

“Dr. Prakash!” Aruna exclaimed with a smile, her voice carrying a tone of familiarity. “It’s so nice to see you here. How are you?”

“I’m doing well, Aruna,” he replied with a nod, smiling back. “It’s always good to see you too.”

Aruna turned to Sunandha. “Amma, should I prepare something special for our guest tonight?”

Before Sunandha could respond, Prakash interjected with a gentle laugh. “Oh no, please don’t go through any trouble on my account. I’m just here for the company.”

Sunandha placed a reassuring hand on Aruna’s shoulder. “There’s no need, Aruna. Rani has already prepared dinner for all three of us before she left for the day.”

“Alright,” Aruna said with a playful shrug. “But next time, I’m cooking something special, Dr. Prakash. Consider it my way of thanking you for all you’ve done for our family.”

Prakash chuckled. “I’ll look forward to it.”

As the conversation eased, Aruna suddenly remembered something. “Oh, Amma, Babu called me earlier. He said he’s been trying to reach you but couldn’t get through.”

Sunandha frowned slightly. “Oh, let me check my phone. I must have left it on silent.” She excused herself and went to fetch her phone.

Aruna turned back to Dr. Prakash, settling into a chair across from him. “So, how’s everything at the clinic? You must be incredibly busy.”

Prakash smiled at her genuine interest. “Busy as always, but I can’t complain. It’s work I love.”

They continued chatting pleasantly, their conversation ranging from the latest in the neighborhood to anecdotes from the clinic. The warmth between them was easy and natural, a reflection of the strong bond he shared with the family.

When Sunandha returned, phone in hand, the atmosphere was light and filled with laughter, setting the tone for a cozy evening.

Sunandha sat on the sofa, her phone in hand, noticing the missed calls from Babu. She dialed him back, her tone calm but slightly curious.

“Babu, you called earlier? What is it?” she asked.

Babu explained about Jean needing temporary accommodation and how he had already told him he could stay at their home. Sunandha sighed. “Babu, you should consult me before making such promises. Remember, your sister is staying with us now, and we must consider her comfort too.”

Hearing her name mentioned, Aruna, who was passing by, stopped in her tracks. Catching a hint of the conversation, she walked over, gesturing to take the phone. Sunandha handed it to her reluctantly.

“Babu, what’s going on?” Aruna asked, her tone gentle but curious.

Babu explained the situation in detail, emphasizing how Jean was in need and how temporary the arrangement would be. After listening, Aruna smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll talk to Amma. Go ahead and tell Jean he can stay here.”

Relieved, Babu thanked her and hung up. Aruna handed the phone back to Sunandha and sat down beside her.

“Amma,” Aruna began, her tone affectionate but persuasive, “you shouldn’t be so strict. Any friend of Babu’s is like a little brother to me, and it really won’t bother me at all. We have enough space, and it’s only for a short time.”

Sunandha looked at her daughter thoughtfully, then sighed. “If you’re okay with it, I’m good too.”

Aruna smiled and placed a hand on her mother’s arm. “Thank you, Amma. It’s important to Babu, and it’s the right thing to do.”

With that settled, the three of them headed to the dining table, where a warm, home-cooked meal awaited them. The atmosphere was peaceful, marked by the kind of understanding and familial bond that brought comfort to all.

Continued in next part​

 

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Chapter 11 part 2

As they settled in, Sunandha broke the silence with a sigh. “Aruna is pampering Babu too much. Now, a strange boy is coming to live with us.”

Aruna smiled, placing a serving of rice on her plate. “Amma, you shouldn’t be so upright. Besides, I’m old enough to be Babu’s mother, which means his friend Jean is just a kid too. And honestly, Babu has told me so much about Jean, I feel like I already know him.”

Sunandha raised an eyebrow in surprise. “He told you about Jean?”

Dr. Kishore chuckled, chiming in lightly. “It seems Babu has grown closer to Aruna than you, Nandhu.”

Aruna shot him a playful look. “Are you feeling jealous, Amma?”

Sunandha, with an annoyed smile, shook her head. “You kids do whatever you want. Just don’t bother me with the details.”

Dr. Kishore leaned back, grinning. “Still, Nandhu might have a point, Aruna. You shouldn’t humor Babu like this.”

Aruna set down her spoon, feigning exasperation. “Babu is a good kid; he won’t be spoiled by this. And stop lecturing me like I’m some naive little girl. Just because you’re my dad’s friend and she’s my dad’s wife doesn’t mean you both get to act like old geezers. You’re only five or six years older than me!”

Dr. Kishore laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “We can’t argue with that, Nandhu.”

The laughter bubbled up at the table, filling the room with warmth. They shared a hearty laugh, letting the lightness of the moment linger as they dug into their meal.


Jean handed the keys to his rented room to Babu with a casual smile. “Here, take these. The rent’s already paid until the end of the month. You can use the place if you need it,” he said.

Babu accepted the keys, a plan forming in his mind. Later, he invited Gita to join him at Jean’s room, telling her they could spend some time there without interruptions. Gita, trusting Babu and enjoying their growing closeness, agreed.

Gita's heart raced with a mix of anticipation and excitement as she followed Babu into the familiar room. She couldn't help but recall the scent of Jean's cologne still lingering in the air, a faint reminder of the night she had lost her innocence to Babu. Her body tingled at the thought of the intimate moments they had shared in that very spot, where the soft moans and rustling of bed sheets had been the only sounds to echo through the quiet night. The memory of Babu's strong, calloused hands caressing her tender, untouched flesh filled her mind, making her nipples tighten against the fabric of her blouse. She knew that he had something more than just companionship in mind for this rendezvous, but she was more than willing to let the evening unfold.

Without wasting a moment, Babu pulled Gita into a fiery embrace, his lips crushing hers in a passionate kiss that left her breathless and craving more. Gita melted into his arms, her soft curves pressing against his firm, muscular body as their tongues danced together in a familiar yet thrilling tango of desire. They stumbled backward onto the bed, their hands frantically exploring each other's bodies as they peeled away layers of clothing. Babu's rough fingers traced the contours of her plump, rounded breasts, teasing the sensitive peaks until they stood erect and begging for his mouth. Gita's own hands found their way to his thick, bulging member, which she had grown to know so intimately, stroking it through the fabric of his trousers with a newfound confidence that made him groan with pleasure. Their kisses grew more urgent, their breaths hot and ragged, as they shed the last of their garments, revealing their naked forms to one another.

With a growl of hunger, Babu cupped Gita's luscious boobs in his large, rough hands, feeling their warm weight and the firmness of her nipples pressing into his palms. He couldn't resist the urge any longer; he leaned down and took one of her pert, pink-tipped nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it with a masterful skill that made Gita arch her back and moan. He suckled on her breast, savoring the taste of her skin, while his other hand continued to massage and pinch its twin, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her parted lips. Gita's hand tightened around his shaft, her grip becoming more assertive as she felt the wetness pool between her legs, her pussy swelling with arousal. Her eyes closed, she let out a soft whine, lost in the sensation of his hot, wet mouth on her sensitive flesh and the delicious tension building within her.

Gita's voice was a breathy whisper in Babu's ear, "I want you inside me," she panted, her voice thick with need. Babu's cock twitched in response, and with a grin of pure male satisfaction, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a condom. He tore the packet open with his teeth and rolled the latex over his erect member with practiced ease, his eyes never leaving hers. He positioned himself between her parted legs, the tip of his cock brushing against her slick folds. Gita's eyes widened in anticipation as he pushed into her, filling her completely with one smooth, powerful stroke. She let out a moan that was part pleasure, part surprise at the size of him, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Her hips rocked up to meet his, eager for more, and Babu began to move, his pace slow and deliberate at first, building a rhythm that had them both gasping for breath.

Babu's rhythmic thrusts grew stronger and faster, his hips slapping against Gita's soft thighs with a steady, erotic rhythm that had her moaning in ecstasy. She clutched the bedcovers, her nails digging into the fabric as she felt the pressure building within her. Gita's eyes rolled back in her head as Babu's cock hit her G-spot with unerring precision, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Her breath came in short, panting gasps, her breasts bouncing with the force of his movements, and then, with a cry of pure bliss, she came, her pussy clenching tightly around his shaft as her orgasm washed over her.

After a moment of panting recovery, Babu's eyes gleamed with lustful mischief. "Turn around, my sweet," he whispered in her ear, his voice thick with desire. Gita complied, eager to experience more of the exquisite sensations he had to offer. On all fours, she presented her perfect ass to him, her pussy glistening with the evidence of her arousal. Babu's eyes feasted on the view, his cock twitching with excitement at the sight of her swollen, pink folds and the tight, puckered star of her anus. He stroked her back gently before positioning himself behind her, aligning his erection with her slick entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, he penetrated her again, filling her to the brim as she moaned into the pillows.

Gita's body quivered as Babu took her from behind, his hands gripping her hips tightly to control their passionate dance. His strokes were deep and forceful, the head of his cock brushing against her cervix with each plunge, sending sparks of pleasure through her core. She pushed back against him, eager for more, her pussy clenching around him as he drove into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by their moans and gasps. Gita's orgasm built again, this time more intense than the last, her muscles tightening around him as she climbed higher and higher, until she shattered once more, her cries echoing off the walls.

Babu's grip on Gita's hips tightened as he watched her ass jiggle with each powerful thrust, his eyes fixated on the pink, puckered star of her anus, which winked tantalizingly each time he pulled out. The sight was almost too much to bear, and with a final, feral growl, he smacked her plump cheek, the sound echoing through the room as she gasped and pushed back into him even harder. The sting of his hand against her flesh seemed to fuel her desire, her pussy gushing around his cock as she begged for more. Gita's moans grew louder and more desperate, her body writhing beneath him like a serpent seeking release. He knew she was close, and feeling his own climax approaching, Babu's strokes grew erratic, his cock swelling and pulsing within her. With one final, deep thrust, he emptied himself into the condom, his cum spurting in hot, thick jets as he buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against her wetness. Gita's cries of pleasure reached a crescendo, her orgasm crashing over her in a wave of pure, unbridled ecstasy, leaving her trembling and panting in the aftermath of their passionate coupling.
Jean finds an accommodation and moves out .Babu returns home for the break before his final semester, greeted at the door by Rani, Sai, and Srinu. He acknowledged them with a polite smile, but there was a noticeable shift in his demeanor—more composed, almost distant. Rani’s cheerful "Welcome back, Babu!" was met with a reserved nod, which left her a little puzzled.

After catching up with his mother and Aruna, Babu sought out Sai for a conversation. Sai shared that he was preparing for the state services exams.

“That’s good,” Babu said, his tone calm but with an edge of superiority. “One should always aim for a better life.”

Though the words were encouraging on the surface, the way he said them made Sai feel slightly undermined. It wasn’t the statement itself but the delivery—a hint of condescension that made Sai shift uncomfortably.

Later, Babu casually chatted with Rani while she folded laundry in the hallway. “So, Rani akka, you’ve put on a little weight,” he remarked with a sly grin, his tone carrying a playful but unmistakable edge. “I hope Ashok doesn’t mind you filling out in all those places.”

Rani’s smile froze, and though she attempted to brush it off with a forced laugh, the remark left her feeling both embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Sai, passing by, caught the tail end of the comment and immediately sensed the inappropriate undertone. He frowned but chose to stay silent, his irritation with Babu’s newfound demeanor growing.

As Babu walked away, Rani glanced at Sai, her expression betraying her unease. Sai gave her a reassuring nod but couldn’t help feeling that something about Babu had shifted—and not for the better

Later that evening, as Rani and Sai walked together out of the quarters, Sai brought up the earlier incident. “I get that Babu’s acting a bit rude these days, but why would he make such a… you know, a comment like that about you? Is there something I should know?”

Rani stopped briefly, giving Sai a playful glare. “Oh, shut up, Sai! You’re always overthinking everything,” she said, laughing lightly to deflect the question.

Sai raised an eyebrow, unconvinced by her casual dismissal, but let the topic drop—for now. As they continued walking, a seed of suspicion remained firmly planted in his mind. Something about Babu’s remark didn’t sit right with him, and Sai silently vowed to keep a closer watch on things.


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Chapter 11 part 3

Gita arrives home for her semester break, her luggage filled with expensive dresses, perfumes, soaps, beauty products, and makeup items. Lakshmi, noticing these unusual additions, asks Gita where they came from. Gita casually replies that they are gifts from Babu. Though unsure, Lakshmi informs Srinu about the gifts that evening.

The next day, Srinu, assuming Sunandha sent the gifts through Babu, thanks her when they meet. Sunandha is momentarily caught off guard but quickly recovers, smiling and nodding to maintain the misunderstanding without correcting it.

Later that day, as Aruna and Sunandha sat in the living room sipping tea, Sunandha brought up the morning's encounter. "Srinu thanked me for those gifts to Gita, thinking I sent them through Babu. But I know it’s his own doing," she said, raising an eyebrow.

Aruna smiled. "Babu mentioned Gita’s been helping him a lot at college. I just thought it was a nice gesture."

Sunandha sighed, placing her cup down. "Aruna, you’re spoiling Babu by giving him money. And now he’s using it to spoil Gita with expensive gifts. This isn’t good for either of them."

Aruna tilted her head, her tone calm but firm. "Amma, they’re both responsible kids. Babu’s just showing appreciation in his own way. Small gifts won’t spoil them."

Sunandha gave her a skeptical look. "Still, I think it’s too much."

Aruna chuckled and waved her hand dismissively. "Can’t a boyfriend buy some gifts for his girlfriend?" she said without thinking.

Sunandha blinked, her eyes widening in surprise. "Boyfriend? Girlfriend?"

Realizing her slip, Aruna froze for a moment but quickly recovered. "I mean... they’re close friends, Amma. That’s all I meant," she said with a small laugh, brushing it off.

But Sunandha wasn’t convinced. "Aruna, are you saying there’s something more between them?"

"Nothing serious," Aruna replied casually, trying to steer the conversation away. "They’re young, Amma. Let them figure things out. There’s no harm in it."

Sunandha sighed, shaking her head but choosing not to press further. "Just make sure this doesn’t get out of hand. Relationships can be... complicated."

Aruna smiled reassuringly. "Don’t worry, Amma. They’re both good kids."

The conversation shifted to other topics, but Sunandha’s mind lingered on Aruna’s words, a mix of concern and curiosity brewing within her.

After the break, Babu and Gita returned to their respective colleges, resuming their daily routines. Despite the physical distance, they continued their affair, staying connected through late-night calls and messages. Their bond grew stronger, fueled by their secret rendezvous during the break and the excitement of keeping their relationship hidden.

The effects of Babu's recent lifestyle began to show. The distractions of his affair with Gita, his friendships, and the carefree handling of money took a toll on his academics. Despite his intelligence, he barely managed to pass his final semester. To make matters worse, he couldn’t secure a job during the campus interviews—a harsh blow to his confidence.

When Babu returned home, it was clear something was wrong. His usual energy was replaced by a subdued demeanor, and he often kept to himself, staring at nothing for long stretches. Sunandha and Aruna noticed the change, but he brushed off their concerns with half-hearted reassurances.

Over time, the weight of his disappointments became apparent. He withdrew from conversations, avoided meeting friends, and began showing signs of depression. The once-cheerful Babu now seemed lost, unsure of how to navigate his next steps.

The effects of Babu's recent lifestyle began to show. The distractions of his affair with Gita, his friendships, and the carefree handling of money took a toll on his academics. Despite his intelligence, he barely managed to pass his final semester. To make matters worse, he couldn’t secure a job during the campus interviews—a harsh blow to his confidence.

When Babu returned home, it was clear something was wrong. His usual energy was replaced by a subdued demeanor, and he often kept to himself, staring at nothing for long stretches. Sunandha and Aruna noticed the change, but he brushed off their concerns with half-hearted reassurances.

Sunandha’s frustration only added to his burden. Her scolding words about his lack of focus and failure to secure a job stung deeply, further shaking his already fragile state of mind. "You’re wasting your potential, Babu. What are you going to do with your life?" she’d say, her words intended to push him forward but instead driving him further into self-doubt.

To make matters worse, his relationship with Gita began to falter. The once-thrilling bond they shared now felt strained under the weight of Babu’s mood swings and dwindling self-confidence. Their conversations became fewer, their arguments more frequent. The distance between them grew, and Babu felt increasingly isolated from the one person he thought he could rely on.

The weight of his disappointments seemed too much to bear, leaving Babu lost and uncertain about his future.

Rachana organized an exclusive women-only get-together to celebrate the success of the firm and its recent expansion. The event was carefully planned, and the guest list included her mother, sister, sister-in-law, Rekha, Aruna, Vani, and other female employees of the firm. The true reason behind Rachana’s decision to make it women-only, however, was to avoid Venu attending. She didn’t want him to discover that her father had lent her the money to set up the new branch office—a secret she intended to keep.

During the party, Rachana gave a heartfelt speech, expressing her gratitude. "I want to thank my dad for his support, Rekha for giving me this incredible opportunity, and most of all, Aruna for planning everything so meticulously. Without her vision, we wouldn’t be where we are today." The room erupted in applause, and Aruna, visibly touched, gave a warm smile.

Feeling particularly happy and proud, Aruna allowed herself to let loose a little, indulging in a few drinks—a rare occurrence for her. As the party wound down, Vani noticed Aruna’s unsteady steps and gently suggested, "You shouldn’t drive home, Aruna. Let someone pick you up."

Agreeing with Vani, Aruna called Sunandha, explaining the situation. Without hesitation, Sunandha sent Babu to pick her up.

When Babu arrived to pick her up, Aruna got into the car, her expression a mix of weariness and embarrassment. She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Babu, don’t take me home. Let’s go to Purushotham’s house instead."

Babu raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Purushotham’s house? Why?"

Aruna sighed, leaning back against the seat. "I’ve had a few drinks, and I don’t want Sunandha to see me like this. I need to freshen up before going home."

Understanding her concern, Babu nodded and started driving toward Purushotham’s residence. "Alright, but you owe me for playing chauffeur tonight," he said with a teasing smirk, trying to lighten the mood.

Aruna managed a small smile. "Fine, but keep this between us, okay? The last thing I need is Amma giving me a lecture about being responsible."

Aruna emerged from the washroom, her hair damp and wrapped in a towel. She paused when she noticed Babu sitting on the edge of the bed, his head bowed, and his eyes glistening with tears. Concern flickered across her face as she approached him.

"Babu," she said softly, sitting down beside him. "What’s wrong? Are you upset because I asked you to pick me up? I’m sorry if I bothered you."

Babu shook his head quickly, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "No, it’s not that, Akka. I don’t mind doing anything for you. You’re my sister, after all."

Aruna placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, sensing there was more. "Then what is it? Tell me."

He hesitated, his voice cracking slightly as he finally continued. "It’s just... when you called and Amma told me, ‘Make yourself useful and go pick up your sister,’ it hit me hard. It felt like... like she sees me as useless."

Aruna’s heart sank at his words. She took his hand gently, her tone firm yet comforting. "Babu, you’re not useless. You’re going through a tough time right now, but it doesn’t define you. Amma can be harsh with her words sometimes, but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t believe in you."

Babu looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and frustration. "I don’t know, Akka. It just feels like I’m letting everyone down. I barely passed, I didn’t get a job, and now..." He trailed off, unable to finish his thought.

Aruna squeezed his hand. "You’re young, Babu. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you to figure things out. Don’t let one bad chapter make you think the story’s over. And as for Amma, leave her to me. I’ll talk to her."

Her words brought a small, grateful smile to his face. "Thanks, Akka. You always know what to say."

She patted his shoulder. "That’s what sisters are for. Now, let’s get you home before Amma starts worrying."


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