This is a story of hot and open romance.<br /> <br /> Shagun, a beautiful newlywed with blue eyes, is living an unfulfilled life—where her husband Madhavan ignores her feelings and desires. One day, Shagun's eyes fall upon Adil, a playboy living in h... This is a story of hot and open romance.<br /> <br /> Shagun, a beautiful newlywed with blue eyes, is living an unfulfilled life—where her husband Madhavan ignores her feelings and desires. One day, Shagun's eyes fall upon Adil, a playboy living in her own house, who is passionately in love with his girlfriend, the kind of love Shagun had only read about in books. Yearning, desire, and prohibitions break in every scene. Will Shagun be able to quench the fire within her, or will everything flare up even more? **A dark, bold, and emotionally charged story of an extramarital affair.**<br />
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Chapter
Just then… "Trin trin… trin trin…"
A ringing sound split the air.
Shagun's eyes opened. The room was the same. The same bed. Everything was the same. But her husband, Madhavan, wasn't there. There were no warm breaths. She was alone.
Beside her lay a book, titled "Prem Ras," that bold romance novel she had read until 2 AM. Shagun slowly sat up, her hair disheveled, her lips dry, and an unfulfilled longing in her eyes. She muttered to herself, "Was I dreaming?"
Her breathing was still rapid. Her lips trembled. She looked at her palms, as if someone had just held them. Then, taking a deep breath, she pulled out a shrug from under her nightie and put it on.
The doorbell rang again. Shagun got out of bed, put on her slippers, and went to open the door. Shagun opened the door to find the milkman standing outside. Middle-aged, but his gaze was still a little wandering.
"Madam ji, here's your milk." Shagun handed him the milk pot. As the milkman poured milk into the pot, he looked Shagun up and down, his eyes savoring her beauty, and said, "You know, Madam ji, you look very beautiful today. In black, you look like… lightning."
Shagun smiled faintly at his words but immediately lowered her gaze. "Thank you," she replied directly and came inside with the milk. Closing the door, she bolted it. The milkman, standing outside, muttered to himself, "Madhavan Babu's luck is written with a golden pen. God has given Madhavan Babu not a wife, but an apsara." He mumbled to himself and walked away.
Shagun went to the kitchen, placed the milk pot on the stove, and then picked up her mobile to call Madhavan. "The number you're trying to call is not reachable at the moment..." Shagun stared at the phone screen for a moment, as if speaking her mind, "Why are you never available for me, Madhavan?" She put the phone back on the table and began to peer out the kitchen window.
On the roof of the building opposite, a girl was drying clothes. Her husband came up behind her and hugged her. Laughter, playfulness, and flirtation were palpable even from a distance. Shagun's eyes lingered. She took a slow breath and said to herself, "Everyone has someone in their life who touches them, sees them… and me?"
Shagun took the milk off the stove, placed cups and sugar on a tray, and started making tea for her husband, who would be at the office now… or perhaps at another meeting, or… something else. While making tea, her attention drifted back to the book—the book that was still beside her pillow. Shagun went back into the room and continued reading, "As he places his hand on her waist, her heart skips a beat… and her senses reel…"
Shagun's eyes welled up again.
"If only… someone loved me like this," she murmured.
Suddenly, her gaze fell on the wedding photo hanging on the wall. Madhavan in a white sherwani… and her, smiling in a red lehenga. That picture had become just a frame. Shagun said to herself, "Within six months, there was no spark left in our relationship? Am I not beautiful?"
The same routine every day—office, being busy on the phone, and at night, just a brief conversation, and two people at opposite ends of the bed. Shagun went back to the kitchen, poured the tea into a cup, placed it on the tray, and went towards the drawing-room. She saw the empty sofa and then sat down there.
She picked up the tea she had made for Madhavan and began to sip it. She opened the book in her hand again—that Bold Love Stories book.
She turned the page, the same spot where she had fallen asleep yesterday.
"He gently placed his hand on her thigh… and said—heaven resides in your body…" Shagun's fingers paused on the page. Her cheeks grew warm, and her breathing quickened.
But then her gaze fell on the clock on the wall. It was 7:10 AM. "No more," she told herself, closed the book, finished her tea, and went into the room. She went into the bathroom, freshened up, and washed her face. In the mirror, she saw her eyes—damp, thirsty blue eyes. Like a hungry, parched soul.
She asked herself—"Am I bad? Or am I just incomplete?" There were many questions, but no answers.
Someone was at the door again—perhaps the maid. But Shagun was still inside, lost in her own questions. When the door kept ringing, Shagun reached the living hall and opened the door.
Shagun looked up—Madhavan stood before her, his face expressionless, as he entered the house. A slightly crumpled shirt, a crooked tie, and a tired face. He held his laptop bag in his hand and had already put his mobile in his pocket.
Shagun asked with a serious face, "Where were you all night?"
Madhavan took off his shoes, placed his bag on the table, and sat down directly on the sofa. "Overtime at the office," his reply was cold and rehearsed. Shagun gritted her teeth and controlled herself. Then, taking a step forward, she said, "You could have at least made one call, Madhavan… I was worried all night. You didn't answer the phone, nor send any message."
Madhavan took off his wristwatch and said in a stern voice, "Is it necessary to make such a fuss over every little thing? I was at work, not at a party." Shagun's eyes filled with tears. Her voice, soft but trembling, came out, "I just wanted to know how you were… I am your wife, not a stranger. Last night, I thought so much…"
Madhavan said irritably, "So now, should I report to you every night? I am burdened by responsibilities, and you are obsessed with romance." Shagun fell silent. A tear silently fell from her eye and slid down her cheek.
She wanted to say something but her throat choked up. She turned without a word and walked quickly towards the kitchen.
A spoon fell, hitting the steel plate, but Shagun didn't pick it up. Standing by the sink, she was slowly sobbing. Placing both hands on the sink, she tried to compose herself, but the inner breakage was too intense. Meanwhile, Madhavan sat in the drawing-room. He thought for a moment, then took a deep breath and walked towards the kitchen.
Standing at the kitchen door, he watched Shagun for a few seconds—her slumped shoulders, trembling back, and tears flowing from her eyes. Then he came closer and gently hugged her from behind. "Shagun…" his voice was now calm and soft, "Don't cry like this, yaar… it doesn't feel good."
Shagun remained in his embrace but didn't turn. She said softly, "If you cared, you would have made a call. I couldn't sleep all night…" Madhavan tightened his grip around her waist and whispered in her ear,
"Look… I don't want to argue anymore. I'm tired. But yes, can I say something?" Shagun nodded slightly.
"I'll wait for you in the bathroom," Madhavan said slowly and deliberately, then released her and walked straight towards the bedroom. Shagun stood there. For a moment, her eyes closed. A strange restlessness stirred in her body, but then there was also sadness in that restlessness.
Turning off the kitchen light, she muttered,
"This talk of yours, which feels like love, now… just seems like your compulsion." She did walk towards the bathroom, but each step felt heavy as stone.
As she entered the room, Madhavan's voice rang out—"Come quickly, Shagun, I long to hold you in my arms."
Shagun paused at the door… closed her eyes… and then said softly, "I wish this longing wasn't just for the body, I wish you could read my heart a little too…" Then she quietly went inside.
No response from Groq.
Chapter 4
After crying for hours, Shagun finished her household chores and made herself breakfast. Shagun sat alone in the living room. Bread, an omelet, and a cup of tea were on the table. She had made everything herself without any enthusiasm, just like a machine had completed its task.
Wrapped in a light red chiffon sari, Shagun looked incredibly beautiful. Her hair was tied in a loose bun, a small stone bindi on her forehead, and a faint shadow of tiredness under her eyes—as if both her night’s sleep and her heart’s peace had vanished. As she sipped her tea and looked out the window, the doorbell rang. "Trin-trin..."
She looked towards the door, startled. Then she slowly went and opened it. Her friend Rupali stood there, with the same old sparkle in her eyes, a long scarf around her neck, and a small gift box in her hand. “Oh Rupali! You?” Shagun’s eyes lit up.
Rupali quickly hugged her, “Surprise! I thought it had been a long time since I saw you… and I brought something for you too.” Shagun smiled, “Come in… I was just eating alone, sit with me.” Rupali handed her the gift, saying, “Open this first, then I’ll eat.”
Shagun smiled and opened the box. Inside was a very beautiful, lace nightgown—a deep wine color, soft fabric. “Oh my god! This is so… hot!” Shagun giggled slightly.
“I chose it seeing you,” Rupali winked, “I’ve already driven Madhur crazy ten times with dresses like this.” Shagun pulled up a chair and asked, “So how was your honeymoon?” Rupali said shyly, “Uff… so good that even now, recalling it gives me goosebumps.” Shagun offered her the teacup, “Tell me in detail, don’t just give me a sugar-free story.”
“Let me have breakfast first, then I’ll tell you,” Rupali picked up her plate, and both started eating. For a few minutes, they just ate, but the mischief in Rupali’s eyes clearly indicated she had a lot to say. As soon as breakfast was over, Shagun grabbed her wrist, “Come on, let’s go to the room, I want to know how you look so happy.”
Rupali got up with a laugh, “Come on then… listen to everything.” Both friends sat in Shagun’s bedroom. The light coming through the window cast a soft golden hue on the room. Rupali leaned back against the pillow and took a deep breath.
“So, here’s the thing,” she began, “The first night, as soon as we reached the hotel, Madhur had scattered red rose petals in the bathtub. Then he brought me to the bedroom with a blindfold on…” Shagun asked eagerly, “Then?”
“Then what… he lit candles in the bathroom, the bubble bath was ready. And when he removed the blindfold… he was standing there without his shirt, completely in the mood.” Shagun’s eyes sparkled, a faint smile playing on her lips.
“Madhur is very sensitive… as soon as he saw me, he gently caressed my breasts, then gave a light kiss… and then, the whole room was drenched in love.”
Shagun listened silently, an incomplete smile on her face and an unfulfilled dream reflected in her eyes.
“And that bubble bath?” Shagun asked softly. “We both sat in it… and he was humming, stroking my thighs, ‘My world exists only because of you.’” Shagun giggled slightly and said, “And then what happened?” Rupali said shyly, “He took off my clothes one by one, and then made me sit on his lap and do whatever he wanted with my breasts.”
Rupali continued shyly, “The second night was like a dream. The hotel room was completely decorated. Rose petals on the bed, a subtle fragrance, and candles. And then when he… when Madhur came into the room…” Rupali’s eyes sparkled.
“He gently placed his hand on my waist, then my breasts, and looking into my eyes, he said—‘Tonight, these are only mine.’ My breath hitched, dear… he was pulling me towards him so slowly that my whole body was trembling. At the same time, I was getting wet down there too.” Shagun listened, silently, her eyes downcast.
“He first kissed my stomach, then lifted me in his arms and laid me on the bed. Very slowly, he played with the pallu of my sari and kissed my ears. I just lay there with my eyes closed… a strange warmth spread through my body.” Shagun swallowed and asked, “Then?”
“Then he unbuttoned my blouse, button by button, and when he kissed my back… I just melted. He was touching me very gracefully, very lovingly. Every part as if he had seen it for the first time.”
There was a hint of moisture in Shagun’s eyes now, but also a smile. As if she were searching for herself in someone else’s story. “Then, for the whole week, we just made love—sometimes in the pool, sometimes in the bathtub, sometimes on the sofa… I’ve never seen so much romance even in movies. He touched me in new ways every time, as if I were a book he read from a different page each time.”
Shagun’s lips trembled now, “You are very lucky…” Rupali said with a smile, “Yes, I am.” Shagun held Rupali’s hand and asked, “By the way, did you wear the dress I gave you before you left for your honeymoon?” Rupali said shyly in a low voice, “That scoundrel didn’t let me wear even innerwear for the entire honeymoon period, it was just 24 hours of romance, romance, and romance, and in different styles.”
Shagun smiled after hearing Rupali’s words, “You turned out to be very lucky.” Rupali looked at her, “And you? How was your first night?” Shagun’s laugh was light, but bitter. “My first night? That was just… like a duty fulfilled. Madhavan just looked at me briefly, made a couple of formal remarks… then turned off the lights and… did what he had to do. No loving touch, no passion, no desire in his eyes.”
Rupali fell silent. Shagun wiped her eyes, “He never looked at me the way you’re describing… nor touched me like that. He just comes back tired, and remembers me only when he needs to relieve his own fatigue.” Rupali held her hand, “You should try talking to him… maybe he’ll understand…” Shagun fixed her gaze on the floor.
“He doesn’t understand, Rupu… for him, marriage is a duty, and I… am perhaps just a time pass…” A moment of silence fell in the room. Then Shagun got up, looked out the window, and murmured to herself, “Sometimes, hearing others’ stories makes the voice of my own incomplete life sound even louder.”
**Chapter 5**
Indore – The evening had fallen, the sky had turned a light orange.
"Sometimes, hearing others' stories makes the voice of one's own incomplete life sound even louder…"
Rupali remained silent for a few moments after Shagun said this. Her eyes were also a little teary. She held Shagun's hand and squeezed it gently, then said with a slight smile,
"You are very strong, Shagun, you can overcome this emptiness… I know."
Shagun lowered her eyes. She had nothing to say. All she wanted was for someone to understand her, to listen to her… to feel that hunger within her, that incomplete longing, which was not just of the body, but of the soul.
Rupali glanced at her watch – it was 8 PM.
"I should leave," she said softly.
"Stay… stay for a night," Shagun said in an incomplete voice.
"No dear… Madhur must be arriving soon. He left late from the office today, and if he doesn't find me, he'll turn into a hungry lion," Rupali chuckled.
Shagun gave a faint smile, but it wasn't from the heart.
Rupali hugged her and said,
"If you need anything, tell me… I am always with you."
Shagun just nodded.
Rupali picked up her purse and left.
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Rupali's Flat – 8:40 PM
As soon as the door opened, a gentle gust of cool air brushed against her hair. The house was dimly lit, and the scent of lavender wafted from the diffuser. She had just placed her purse down when the doorbell rang.
Her heart skipped a beat.
She went and opened the door – Madhur was standing there.
Black shirt, rolled-up sleeves, a slight shadow of fatigue on his face, and a mischievous smile in his eyes.
"I'm a little late… but I'm very hungry," he said softly.
Rupali smiled and asked,
"For food? Or…"
Madhur took a step forward, closed the door, and holding her by the waist, said,
"The hunger you're talking about…"
And the next moment, he pulled her into his arms.
Rupali drifted along with his warm breath. Madhur lifted her and brought her directly to the white sofa in the drawing-room.
The lights were dim. The faint streetlights filtered through the curtains.
Madhur moved her hair back and whispered in her ear,
"Today, I will touch you as if for the first time…"
Rupali closed her eyes, and her fingers began to unbutton Madhur's shirt.
In a few moments, two bodies were entwined on the sofa – the warmth of their breaths, the movement of their fingers, and the search of their lips… both were completely lost in each other.
Madhur had embraced her fully, and Rupali had completely lost herself.
After a while, when everything was quiet… both lay there beside each other.
With her head on Madhur's chest, Rupali ran her fingers through his neck. Madhur's breathing was still a little rapid.
"You drove me crazy again today," he said, closing his eyes.
Rupali said in a soft voice,
"I know…"
Then, taking a deep breath, she said,
"Madhur, I need to talk to you about something."
"You always can… tell me."
Rupali was silent for a few seconds, then said,
"Things aren't going well between your friend Madhavan and my friend Shagun."
Madhur raised his eyebrows,
"What happened?"
Rupali recounted everything Shagun had told her – how Madhavan ignores her, how Shagun feels lonely, and how their relationship has become just a duty.
Madhur sat up and said,
"I never would have thought Madhavan would be like this… he always seemed so composed in college."
Rupali placed her hand on his back and said,
"Look, I don't want you to fight… just talk to him, explain to him… tell him to give Shagun time, to go out with her, talk to her, like husband and wife do."
Madhur thought for a few moments, then smiled faintly and tucked her hair behind her ear, saying,
"Whatever you say, I will do, baby… I will talk to him as soon as I see him at the office tomorrow."
Rupali breathed a sigh of relief, and then melted back into his arms.
"Thank you…" she whispered.
Madhur kissed her forehead,
"Just keep smiling… I'll handle everything else."
Silence fell in the room again – but it was not a quiet silence, it was one of trust.
Meanwhile, at Shagun's house, a tenant had arrived, extremely hot and sexy, named Dev Sinha, he was a playboy.
Chapter
The steam from the tea was rising on the dining table in the morning, and the same everyday chill was spread in the room. Shagun was quietly flipping toast, the same brown bread, the same butter. Madhavan was sitting immersed in the newspaper, then suddenly said, "From today, my friend's cousin will be staying with us as a paying guest for a few months."
Shagun looked at him in shock. Putting down the toast, she said, "At least you could have asked me once?"
Madhavan didn't even look at her. Sipping tea, he continued to flip through the newspaper. "It's not that big of a deal... I said yes."
Shagun's mouth opened to say something, but just then the doorbell rang. She quietly moved towards the door. As soon as she opened it, standing in front of her was a tall, handsome man in a blue T-shirt. His smile was mischievous, and his eyes... very deep. Shagun stood there for a few moments, staring at him, like the hero from a story standing in front of her.
"Hey Adil! Come in, brother!" Madhavan also came and said.
Adil looked at Shagun and said slowly, "Aren't you going to introduce us?"
"This is my wife, Shagun. And Shagun, this is Adil... my friend's cousin." Shagun tried to smile, but her eyes were still caught in Adil's gaze.
Adil's eyes rested on Shagun's face for a moment, then ignored her. Just then, Madhavan's phone rang. He received the call and said, "Shagun, show Adil the room on the roof... I have to go to the office."
And he quickly left. Now there were only two people standing at the door - Shagun and Adil. Shagun slowly started climbing the stairs with Adil. Her walk had an awkwardness, and her heartbeats were ready to come out of her chest.
From behind, Adil's eyes were on her open back, the glimpse of her saree, the wave of her hair, and the rhythm of her walk.
Shagun opened the door and said, "This is the room... all the necessary things are here... if you need anything, just let me know."
Adil smiled and said, "The room is nice... but if you were the guide, it would make the welcome even more special." Shagun's smile was hesitant.
"I'll be downstairs," she said and quickly turned around. As soon as she came down, she took a deep breath. Something was strange today... some thought, some scene that stirred her heart.
A week had passed, and on a Sunday morning, the same old silence was spread over the breakfast table. Then Madhavan said without raising his eyes, "Why did you share my and your personal things with Rupali and Madhur?"
Shagun was startled. "I didn't do anything wrong."
"Be quiet!" Madhavan's voice rose.
"Madhur was teaching me about relationships! Didn't you feel ashamed? Have you forgotten? If I hadn't married you, your drunk uncle would have married you off to that old scoundrel who is thirty years older than you!"
Shagun's eyes welled up with tears. Her body began to shake.
Madhavan continued, "Don't forget your place, Shagun!"
Shagun got up without saying anything, and rushed to her room crying.
The door closed loudly. Outside, Madhavan left with anger, taking his purse.
Shagun sat on the floor in her room, her eyes swollen, and her breaths seemed choked. Madhavan's bitter words still echoed in her ears, "Don't forget your place, Shagun..."
She felt suffocated. The walls seemed to be falling on her, and the air in the room was also oppressive. She quickly opened the door and ran upstairs barefoot, reaching the roof. The cold air seemed to kiss her cheeks for a moment, providing some relief, but her heart was still heavy.
She stood by the railing on the roof, closed her eyes, and bowed her head. But then... a strange sound reached her ears. A girl was moaning, "Ahhh... IEEEEE.... Ahhhhh..." The sound was coming from Adil's room. Shagun was startled, her eyebrows furrowed. 'This sound…?'
Unknowingly, her steps began to move towards Adil's room. The door to the guest room on the roof was closed, but there was a window with a curtain that had a small hole. And through that hole, a faint light was coming out.
Shagun's heart started beating rapidly. She didn't know what she was going to see, but some invisible force seemed to be pulling her.
Slowly, she leaned towards the window. And peeking through the small hole in the curtain, she saw inside. Her eyes widened at the scene inside, and her soul shuddered. On the table, Adil's friend was lying in her bra and panties, and Adil was also in his boxers.
The same Adil slowly moved closer to the girl and kissed her cheek, then her neck, and just as he was about to move further down, the girl moaned, "Ahhh..." Adil was kissing the girl's breasts over her bra, and the girl was caressing his hair.
Evening had fallen. A soft yellow light spread through the house. Rupali was preparing dinner in the kitchen. She was wearing a light pink net saree today, and with it a deep-neck blouse that revealed her cleavage and fair back. Her hair was loose, and her eyes sparkled with kajal and her lips with red lipstick.
The vegetable simmered on the stove, and Rupali was adding tempering to it. Just then, the door creaked open, and Madhur's voice called out, "Rupali... where are you?" "Darling, I'm in the kitchen," she said with a smile, but her eyes were still on the cooking.
Madhur walked slowly into the kitchen, and as soon as his eyes fell on Rupali, he stopped for a moment. "Oh... someone looks very beautiful today," he said softly. Rupali turned her head to look at him, "Dinner is being made... and you're in a romantic mood?"
Madhur smiled, "When the wife looks like this, the meaning of hunger changes." He slowly came closer to her, turned off the gas, and sat Rupali on the counter. Rupali smiled and said, "Darling, what are you doing?"
Madhur placed his lips on Rupali's lips and began to kiss them, and Rupali reciprocated. Madhur's hands ran over Rupali's saree. Madhur unfastened Rupali's saree and threw it aside.
Then, while kissing, Madhur also removed Rupali's blouse and threw it aside. He then filled his hands with Rupali's breasts and began to squeeze them. Rupali writhed with pleasure from Madhur's touch and moaned.
Madhur left Rupali's lips and began to kiss her breasts. Rupali's moans echoed throughout the kitchen, and her hands ran through Madhur's hair. While kissing Rupali, Madhur's lips moved to her stomach, and with a jerk, Madhur removed Rupali's petticoat and threw it away. Rupali was now in a red net bra and panty in front of Madhur, through which everything was clearly visible.
Madhur caressed Rupali's beautiful body and said in a dazed voice, "Darling, tonight I will satisfy my hunger right here in the kitchen." Rupali spread her legs and said, her voice hazy with desire, "Darling, then why are you waiting? Eat me." Before Madhur lay the beautiful sight between Rupali's legs.
Seeing this, Madhur lost control. He removed Rupali's bra and panty and threw them away. Then, Madhur laid Rupali on the counter, spread her legs apart, and brought his face between them, kissing and licking Rupali's softness.
Rupali moaned Madhur's name in ecstasy, "Ahhh... Madhur, just keep kissing me like this. Eeee... oh Madhur, love me deeper." Madhur became even more aroused, placing Rupali's legs on his shoulders. He then inserted his fingers into Rupali's softness and began to caress her.
Madhur's hands were caressing Rupali's breasts, and Rupali, moaning, was pressing Madhur's head between her legs. After romancing like this for a while, Madhur moved away from Rupali and took off his shirt and pants. Rupali sat naked on the counter, and she removed Madhur's boxers. Caressing him with her hands, she said in a dazed voice, "Oh darling, don't make me wait anymore. Quench this thirst of mine."
Madhur smiled a dazed smile and lay down on the counter, coming over Rupali. He positioned himself between her legs, entered her softness, and began to move. Rupali's hands ran through Madhur's hair. Their sounds echoed in the kitchen, revealing their romance. Madhur's hands squeezed Rupali's breasts, and Rupali writhed restlessly.
Hours later, Madhur and Rupali, naked, lay entangled in each other's arms on the counter.
No response from Groq.
Ahil, who had come down to the kitchen for water, smiled upon hearing Shagun's sobs coming from Madhavan and Shagun's room. He took a water bottle from the fridge and went upstairs via the stairs, into the room of Madhavan and Shagun.
Madhavan, his gaze fixed on Shagun, brought his fingers between her legs, and his two fingers were inside her, and she was feeling his fingers deep inside her. In a daze, Shagun pressed her head hard into the pillow, and now Madhavan's name was escaping her lips in intoxicating sobs.
Madhavan was watching Shagun's every expression intently. Shagun's sobs were exciting Madhavan. Initially, Madhavan's fingers worked slowly, but as time passed, he increased his speed, and with it, Shagun's sounds also grew louder.
Madhavan withdrew his fingers and looked into Shagun's eyes, licking his fingers. Sweat began to appear on Shagun's face, and her face turned red like a Kashmiri apple. Today, after their marriage, Madhavan was being this romantic with Shagun for the first time.
Madhavan came over Shagun and, leaning close to her ear, exhaled his warm breath and said, "How are you feeling, baby?" Shagun, blushing, kissed Madhavan's lips and replied, "I feel myself in paradise."
A few moments later, he was deeply inside her, and Shagun was thoroughly enjoying it. Madhavan was moving down, kissing and biting Shagun's neckline, and Shagun was trying to free her hands, but Madhavan's one hand held both her hands above her head.
Madhavan bit down on one of her nipples, and Shagun moaned, "Ahhh... Madhavan, slow down." But Madhavan was thrusting very roughly, he increased his speed even more.
Shagun held Madhavan's shoulder and asked him to slow down, but he increased his speed once again, and now Shagun was clawing Madhavan's back with her nails, sobbing. Blood was coming from his back, but Madhavan didn't care; he was completely intoxicated.
Madhavan was leaving his marks all over Shagun's body. Two hours later, Madhavan lay down beside Shagun and, looking at her, said, "Climb on top of me, darling."
Shagun felt shy. Madhavan himself held her and sat her on top of him, and a slight scream escaped Shagun's mouth. She had no strength left to do anything, so Madhavan held her waist and started to move her, and Shagun's moans echoed in the room.
An hour later, Shagun, tired, lay on top of Madhavan and, breathing deeply, said, "Madhavan baby, no more." Madhavan, intoxicated, just wanted Shagun at that moment, no matter what. Madhavan laid Shagun on the bed, placed her legs on his shoulders, and said in a sexy voice, "Shagun baby, tonight is going to be very long," and Madhavan entered Shagun again and started to move, and Shagun, though tired, was enjoying herself with her husband for the first time today.
The morning sun filtered through the window and fell on the bed. Shagun lay naked on the bed and got up with a smile. Madhavan was not in the room. Perhaps he had left early, without a word… as usual.
Shagun took a deep breath, gathered herself, and quickly took a shower, then prepared lunch in the kitchen. By afternoon, she had packed everything and reached Madhavan’s office. Perhaps this was the only way to bridge the distance in his heart, a little care, a little affection.
But upon reaching the office, Shagun didn't understand which floor it was. She didn't ask anyone at the reception and got into the lift herself. By mistake, she got off at the fourth floor instead of the third. The hallway was silent. Doors were closed. Only one door was slightly ajar, with "Staff Rest Room" written on it. Shagun gently opened the door.
The sight inside made her stop in her tracks.
In the corner of the restroom, a middle-aged man was sitting at
The morning air held a slight chill, but Shagun's inner turmoil kept her restless. For the past few days, she had felt like a tangled knot – with Adil's gaze, his words, and that day's scene all slowly entwining her.
Madhavan had already left for the office. Shagun was alone. She prepared a breakfast tray for Adil and slowly began climbing the stairs.
With every step, her heart beat a little faster.
She told herself, *"Just place the tray, don't talk… don't overthink it."*
The room door was ajar.
"Adil?" she called out, but there was no response.
Shagun pushed the door open a bit wider. The room was filled with a light steam – a faint scent of hot water and the earthy smell of a damp body wafted in the air.
The bathroom door was half-open… and the sound of the shower had quieted.
And then… with a slight creak, the door opened fully.
Shagun's eyes involuntarily drifted towards it…
And time seemed to stop for a moment.
Adil stood there – completely naked.
Water still streamed from his body, down his shoulders towards his buttocks.
He held a towel, but hadn't yet wrapped it.
He was perhaps just drying his hair, relaxed… unconcerned.
Shagun froze.
Her steps halted right there.
She wanted to look away, but the scene was so spontaneous, so awkward, and yet so captivating that her eyelids remained fixed for a few seconds.
Shagun's gaze first rested on Adil's broad, wet chest…
Then slowly it slid down his abdominal lines towards his lower body, where droplets of water glistened – and where his nakedness no longer seemed to demand concealment.
She immediately averted her gaze, but it was too late.
Her face flushed crimson.
Her breath hitched for a moment – and her heart was beating uncontrollably.
At that very moment, Adil saw her too.
But he didn't panic.
He showed no haste in covering himself.
He stood there – straight, calm, and full of confidence.
Adil's eyes were now fixed on Shagun –
His gaze lingered on the spot on Shagun's saree where her pallu had slipped to one side…
And a glimpse of her curves was clearly visible.
Shagun herself realized it too…
She immediately adjusted her pallu, but the heat within, the shame, and an unfamiliar stir made her even more restless.
The air in the room had become heavy.
Neither of them spoke.
The moment was brief, but it registered a long silence –
A silence that couldn't be erased even by averting one's eyes.
Then, in an almost trembling voice, Shagun said –
"I… I just came to put the tray down…"
Her voice was clearly flustered, but also held an unspoken desire – which she had hidden even from herself.
She turned, placed the tray on the table, and started to leave without looking back.
But her feet felt heavy.
From behind, Adil was still standing there –
Perhaps he had wrapped the towel now, or perhaps not…
But his gaze was still on Shagun's back –
Her exposed back, the hair falling on it, and the dampness of her departing gait.
Shagun reached the door… but something was holding her back.
She looked back once –
And her eyes met Adil's.
For a moment, there were no words… just two fire-filled gazes – one asking, one answering.
After that, Shagun closed the door.
Her every step on the descending stairs trembled.
Something in her mind had been lost… and something new had awakened.
---
### In the kitchen below…
Shagun touched her cheeks – they were still warm.
She drank water, but her thirst was not quenched.
*"He saw me completely conscious… and I saw him completely conscious… what was this?"*
She began to fear herself.
But at the same time, a voice somewhere inside whispered softly –
"Sometimes, nothing is truer than seeing..."
No response from Groq.
Shagun returned home with a heavy heart.
With every step, something inside her was extinguishing. Madhavan's words had squeezed her from within.
Now she was not just a wife – **she had become a question**… even to herself.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Adil sitting on the sofa – a book in his hand, but his attention elsewhere.
He saw that Shagun's face was dejected, her gait not tired but broken trust.
**"Shagun… can I have a cup of tea?"** Adil asked softly, without looking directly.
Shagun was startled for a moment, then composed herself and just nodded.
**"Come, let's make it together… I want to give you the ginger tea made by my hands."**
There was a tenderness in his voice that always made Shagun waver.
---
Shagun turned on the gas, tightening the pallu of her sari, and added tea leaves.
Adil stood beside her – doing nothing, just being present.
There was no haste in his eyes.
He was watching Shagun – her every move, every breath… as if understanding something.
**"Is everything okay?"** Adil asked very softly.
Shagun said nothing.
But her back… her fingers… the moisture in her eyes all spoke.
**"Even your silence tells everything, Shagun…"**
Shagun didn't reply, but let out a deep sigh – which perhaps had been held back for years.
---
As the tea was brewing, suddenly there was a **loud sound of drops** from outside.
Shagun looked out the window – the rain had suddenly picked up pace.
**"Oh, clothes! I've put them out…"**
She almost ran outside – towards the balcony.
Adil remained standing there, but his gaze was now outside the window…
---
Shagun began to gather the clothes quickly, but the rain was so heavy that she herself **was completely drenched**.
Her sari now clung to her body –
**every curve of her waist, thighs, and swell had now melted into the water**.
She was wearing a light pink bra, the outline of which was now clearly visible.
Below, her light grey pantyline, wet, had emerged through the sari –
**delicate yet fully felt.**
Shagun herself didn't know how she looked –
but Adil's eyes were now **reading every part that words couldn't touch**.
**His gaze first lingered on her back – wet hair, the wetness of her neck, and the soft curve of her back within the sari.**
Then it **slid down her waist… where the fabric clung completely to her body…**
And then…
**his gaze went down from the line of her hips – to where the swell was visible through the fabric, which one doesn't name, just feels.**
His gaze continued to slide –
**between her thighs… and to that place where a woman's dignity lies, but today the rain had made it merely "the truth of the heart."**
Adil took a deep breath.
He wasn't looking at Shagun with the eyes of need or lust –
he was looking at her **like an incomplete woman, who today for the first time was unveiled to herself.**
When Shagun returned inside, her clothes were still wet.
She looked ahead – Adil's eyes were elsewhere… but still, he had seen.
**Their eyes met…**
A moment…
A very long moment.
**"Did you see?"** – this question floated in Shagun's eyes.
**"Yes… but not shamelessly."** – this answer was in Adil's gaze.
The tea was still on the stove…
but between the two of them, another intense feeling was boiling.
---
Shagun quickly dried herself with a towel, but her clothes still clung to her body.
**Her lips were pursed like a lemon – but her eyes were now opening.**
**"You saw… and still said nothing?"** – she asked without words.
**"If I had said something, you would have been ashamed… but my eyes didn't waver, because you did nothing wrong…"**
Shagun composed herself a little more – but now there was **less hesitation, more acceptance**.
**Getting wet was an accident… but being seen in it was a necessity.**
---
Adil said softly –
**"Shagun…"**
She turned to say something, but Adil just kept looking at her.
**"You looked more beautiful today than yourself…"**
Tears welled up in Shagun's eyes – but this time not of pain,
**of someone who saw… without breaking… without touching… just understanding.**
The clock had just struck nine when Madhavan's call came.
> **"I have to sort out files late today, might be here all night... don't wait up."**
His voice didn't carry the familiar exhaustion, but a **faint smile from another world.**
Shagun just said "Okay," but a **bitter tang** dissolved in her heart.
She remembered – the scene in the conference room, Priyanka's hand under Madhavan's shirt, and that half-eaten tiffin box…
Today's "overtime" would mean the same.
---
She had never touched the **half-finished bottle of wine** in the dining cabinet before; it was Madhavan's stress reliever.
Today, she opened the cap herself.
The first sip – her throat burned,
The second – the ice within began to melt,
The third – the corners of her eyes welled up.
*"Why must one just endure, why not live?"*
Sips dissolved with the thought. The room's lights seemed dim, and she felt as if only one sound remained in the whole world – **that of her own throbbing temples.**
---
Around ten-fifteen, Adil knocked on the door.
On the tray, a light khichdi, curd, and lemon water – he knew Shagun hadn't eaten anything all day.
Shagun ran her fingers through her disheveled hair, subtly pushed the bottle behind the curtain, and opened the door.
> **"I'm not hungry…"** her voice was hoarse.
> **"Eat a little, then you can scold me if you want."**
He smiled, but his eyes held deep concern.
Shagun walked ahead, stumbling, and had barely reached the sofa when her legs gave out.
The wine, an empty stomach, and the weight of a broken heart – it unbalanced her, and she collapsed onto the floor.
---
Adil placed the tray on the table and quickly knelt down.
He held Shagun's head in his hands.
As Shagun's soft cheek brushed against his shoulder, her eyes welled up.
> **"Does it hurt?"**
> **"Here—"** she pointed towards her chest, *"where no bandage can be tied..."*
Adil's fingers brushed strands of hair from her cheek, like **a gentle balm.**
---
As Adil steadied Shagun, their breaths grew very close.
The faint scent of wine and the coolness of lemon water reached them simultaneously.
Their eyes met—
One held pain, the other, not pity… but **clear kinship.**
Shagun whispered softly,
> **"Why do you care for me so much?"**
Adil replied slowly,
> **"Because you're starting to forget yourself… and I can't bear to see you break."**
At that moment, Shagun's tear-filled eyes blinked—and the **tremor of her lips** touched Adil's breath directly.
There was no plan; it just… **was there.**
Adil lowered his face—just an inch—and their lips met,
Slowly, moistly, pausing at intervals.
*No haste;*
*Tongues in a gentle exploration, as if words broken were dissolving in each sip;*
*Adil's soft hold on Shagun's upper lip, then a promise like soft teeth on the lower lip;*
*And in between, deep breaths, keeping their chests, Adil's firm chest and Shagun's soft breasts, mere millimeters apart.*
Shagun closed her eyes—*"Is this what true touch feels like?"*
---
Shagun's saree, still damp, had not been changed; the dampness had dried, but the silk remained a soft wave.
When Adil took her in his arms to lift her, his fingers slid down her back—
And reached the **soft slope of her breasts**, where the fine fabric of the saree-blouse transmitted the heartbeat in unison.
Gently leaning her back against the living room sofa, Adil leaned towards her and
**placed a slow kiss right over her blouse**—just for a moment.
No rush—
No clothes removed, no boundaries crossed.
Yet, in that one kiss,
*There was respect,*
*A burning kinship,*
*And the reassurance that **someone was going to let her be complete**, without asking, unconditionally.*
A soft sigh escaped Shagun's lips—a mixture of surprise and relief.
Adil immediately took a step back,
> **"Don't be afraid… just know this: you are not alone."**
Shagun quickly took his hand—not to kiss, but to hold tightly,
*"Sometimes, someone's hand is the safest blessing for a broken heart."*
---
The night was still young.
Rain was softly tapping on the window;
The aroma of lemon water from the kitchen and the waiting food grew cold.
Shagun looked at the bottle lying on the table in front of her—
Then into Adil's eyes—
And said softly,
> **"My rest of the evening… even the lemon water with you feels like liquor."**
Adil smiled, slid the bottle away to the counter, and poured only water into the glass.
> **"I don't want a hangover tomorrow morning… we already have enough burdens."**
Shagun held the glass—cold, plain water—but the same sweet taste still lingered on her lips, **the kind that remains from a true touch.**
---
The light in the corner of the room was still dim.
Shagun took a deep breath and rested her head on Adil's shoulder.
They both closed their eyes.
Words were finished, the night still long—
But inside, for the first time, **a profoundly calm music** had begun to play.
*"Sometimes, true love is simply understanding that even the broken shards of the other person can shine."*
It was almost midnight.
The door opened…
Madhavan had returned home.
There was no fatigue on his face, but a strange satisfaction… as if the day’s work was done.
Shagun was pretending to sleep.
But the rhythm of her breath told that sleep was miles away from her.
"Shagun?"
There was no affection in Madhavan's voice, nor any complaint.
It was just a need, which returned on certain nights every month.
Shagun slowly opened her eyes, softly said 'Hmm' and turned over.
Madhavan came to her – and quietly lay beside her in bed.
For a few moments, there was only silence.
Then his hand touched Shagun’s waist…
A familiar, reluctant touch.
Shagun’s eyes remained open.
But she said nothing.
Neither 'no', nor 'yes'.
---
Madhavan slowly moved her saree's pallu aside –
As if fulfilling a ritual.
His fingers traced her back,
Then bent near her neck and left a light kiss.
There was no change in Shagun’s breathing.
She was there… but her mind was elsewhere.
When his lips reached Shagun’s lips –
She could give a light, unenthusiastic response.
A French kiss – but one without flavor,
Just a habit of lips.
He removed Shagun’s bangles, untied her blouse…
And then slowly, the folds of her saree.
Now Shagun’s breasts were before him –
He kissed the fabric from above –
From her shoulder down to the slope of her breasts.
Shagun closed her eyes –
There was no shame, nor any arousal.
There was just a moisture within her eyes –
*“I am here, but only because I should be…”*
---
Madhavan had now reached her lower body –
Below her stomach…
Where his fingers, lips, and breath
Were now awakening Shagun’s body –
But her mind remained unaffected.
Shagun shifted her thighs slightly –
Not in request, nor in welcome –
But simply… in surrender.
When her clothes were completely removed,
Shagun found herself in a naked truth –
Where the body was involved, but the soul stood against the wall.
---
When Madhavan held her in his arms,
When the moment of their union arrived –
Shagun’s eyes were still on the ceiling.
She neither cried, nor sobbed, nor smiled.
She just was –
As if someone had said: *"This too is a part of life."*
In every touch, every beat of Madhavan, there was a need.
Shagun fulfilled that need –
Without protest,
Without enthusiasm.
---
When it was all over, Madhavan turned and fell asleep –
Just as he did every time.
Shagun quietly got up, gathered her saree…
And went to the bathroom to wash herself with cold water.
Her body was still warm –
But her mind was completely cold.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she was thinking –
*"Is being a wife just being a body?"*
*"Will there ever be someone who desires me, not just out of need, but out of 'want'?"*
---
At that moment, a faint image of Adil surfaced in her eyes –
Who, once, without touching,
Had touched Shagun’s soul.
*"Sometimes, someone can give you so much without even touching you,
That no one else can give, even with touch..."*
---
The morning light peeked through the cracks of the window.
Shagun had put the water for tea on, but her hands still felt sluggish… as if a layer from the night hadn't quite shed.
While working in the kitchen, her eyes blurred multiple times. Not from sleep – but from the burden on her mind.
She was putting vegetables on to cook, but nothing was truly cooking inside her.
Madhavan got ready early today.
He wore his suit, applied hair gel, and left for the office without saying anything to Shagun.
As he left, all he said was—
"Don't send lunch late. There's a client meeting."
Shagun nodded. She neither said "Okay" nor smiled.
She just listened—
Like someone listens every day, without questioning.
---
As soon as Madhavan left, a strange silence filled the house—
As if the rooms too knew that there was peace for a while now.
Shagun took up the task of washing clothes.
She filled the bucket in the bathroom, put in the clothes, and then sat down on the floor herself.
Her saree got slightly wet, but she didn't pay attention.
There was sweat on her forehead and a slight pain in her back.
Her mind whispered a small thought—
"Someday, just one day, someone will come and say…
'You sit, I'll do all this.'"
---
The doorbell rang a short while later.
When she opened the door, Adil was standing there.
A camera in his hand, a bag on his back.
"Good morning Shagun ji… You're already in frame today, with beads of sweat."
His smile was faint—
But his eyes held the same thing as always… respect.
Shagun tried to smile, despite her tiredness.
"This house will become yours someday, Adil ji. You come so often."
"Why not? I just need an excuse for a video shoot. Today, let's make a blog about you – *‘Real Queens Don’t Wear Crowns, They Carry Buckets’*."
They both laughed.
A small moment—where there were no demands, no claims… just a presence.
---
Adil turned on the camera and shot a few scenes.
Then he started helping with the laundry himself.
"Oh! Leave it, Adil ji! This work isn't for you."
"I'm a vlogger, but I'm also a human. And the first lesson of humanity is – help where someone is tired."
Shagun looked at him for a moment.
Sometimes, someone touches your soul so deeply that words become meaningless.
---
Midway through the work, Adil said,
"Shagun ji, I needed some shots of the bathroom cleaning. If you've bathed, can I go inside?"
"Yes, I've bathed. Everything is clean inside, you can take your shots."
Shagun got back to her work.
Meanwhile, Adil, camera in hand, approached the bathroom.
But just then—
A faint sound was heard— "Splash!"
Adil pushed the door— it wasn't fully closed.
And in front of him was—
Shagun… completely naked.
She was drawing water from the bucket, her head bowed.
She looked at Adil— for a second, both their breaths hitched.
Then Shagun grabbed a towel placed nearby—
Wrapping it around her chest, she turned her back.
"Sorry… Adil…" her voice was low, but not flustered.
Just a tired dignity.
Adil immediately stepped back from the door.
"I'm sorry… I didn't know that…"
There was no panic in his voice, but respect and hesitation.
---
A little while later, Shagun came out of the bathroom.
Her hair was wet, but her face was calm.
The towel had been changed, she was dressed.
Adil was still sitting there— his eyes lowered.
"Adil ji…" Shagun said softly.
He stood up, and in a low voice said—
"Shall I leave?"
"No…"
Shagun looked at him— with a firm, steady gaze.
"What happened… was an accident.
But how you behaved—
Thank you for that."
Adil smiled and bowed his head.
"You are a person, not a body.
And I see that person…
Every day, in every form."
---
They both sat facing each other again.
Holding cups of tea— without pretense, without artifice.
In Shagun's eyes, for the first time, a deep, faint affection for Adil emerged.
That feeling…
When someone sees you— even without touching you,
And fills the empty spaces within you.
---
Evening was setting in.
Madhavan was sitting in his office, chatting with a girl.
"Your laughter is still the same today…
It never stops…"
He wrote, with an emoji.
On the other side— Shagun was working in the kitchen,
And Adil was stacking dishes in the kitchen.
Two lives—
One with the indifference of needs,
The other with the softness of emotions.
There was no storm in Shagun's mind—
Just a gentle breeze,
Slowly stirring a closed window.
---
Will that door ever open?
Will Adil ever be the name,
That will call Shagun's soul "its own"?
It's hard to say…
But one thing was certain—
That day, for the first time, Shagun smiled while looking at herself in the mirror.
---
The soft morning light filtering through the windows spread throughout the room.
Rupali had just stepped out of the kitchen with a mug of coffee when the bathroom door opened slightly. The steam-filled room and Madhur standing in front of her, wrapped in a towel with wet hair.
"Without seeing you, my coffee seems dull…"
Madhur said with a smile and took the cup from her hand and placed it on the table.
Rupali was just about to say something when he caught her wrist and gently pulled her inside towards the bathroom.
The bathroom was still slightly warm.
There were water droplets on the walls, and a faint fragrance floated in the air —
The touch that comes only from love.
Madhur touched her cheek —
With a soft, gentle touch… as if someone was touching for the first time.
Then he slowly turned her face towards him and gave a deep, lingering kiss on her lips.
No rush —
Just two souls, fully present in that moment.
The warmth of that kiss was on Rupali's eyelids…
She closed her eyes and let herself flow completely towards Madhur.
Madhur moved her wet hair behind her ear,
And then gently touched her breasts over her nighty.
No hurry, no attempt to assert dominance —
Rather, every touch had a permission to ask.
"I am here, and if you want, I can make you feel me…"
Rupali's breaths were getting deeper now.
Madhur's fingers had now slipped inside her nighty —
As if he wanted to read the story of her skin.
His touch was warm, but also deep.
He ran his fingers over her back, then moving down, reached her breasts.
Rupali's body shivered slightly in that feeling,
But she didn't say anything —
Just tilted her head back slightly, as if giving permission.
The nighty was now in Madhur's hands —
Slowly slipping, it fell to the floor.
Now Rupali stood before him in her most honest state,
Naked, with no hesitation, no artificial shame.
Just acceptance of love, and the bare truth of trust.
Madhur kissed her arms,
Then, moving down from her shoulders, felt every part of her body,
Where till now only eyes had reached.
Rupali's breaths were now slow and fast —
Her palms were on Madhur's back, and her lips were near his ears.
"Feeling you like this…
It's like to revive myself again…"
She whispered.
Their union was not just of the body now,
It was a long, undulating feeling —
Where time had stopped, and the world had become blurry.
Madhur took her in his arms —
Gently, as one would lift a lamp for worship.
He blew his warm breath on Rupali's neck,
Then drew a line of kisses on her breasts.
Rupali gently held his neck,
And a long, soulful kiss settled on his lips.
After a few moments, when they both rested in each other's arms —
Rupali's eyes were sparkling,
And Madhur's face had a balanced peace.
"Why do we search for each other like this every time?"
Rupali asked.
"Because every time we find something new…"
Madhur said, looking into her eyes.
The day was now beginning.
The outside world was waking up —
But inside, another world was slowly flowing into its music.
Rupali looked down,
And made a promise to herself —
"Love is not just when someone touches,
But when someone understands, holds… and doesn't want to let go."
Rupali was now in his arms—
Her hair wet, her body bare, and her eyes held a glow born of a secure touch.
Madhur cupped her face,
And slowly brought it down—
Until his head rested on Rupali's chest.
That moment…
Her breaths were slow, but something inside beat rapidly.
---
There was a dampness on Rupali's skin—
Not just from water, but from the restlessness
Felt upon meeting someone deeply desired.
Madhur placed his fingers on her thigh—
Gently, as if asking, *"Can I reach here too?"*
Rupali's eyes were closed—
She said nothing, neither 'yes' nor 'no'.
She simply relaxed her thighs a little…
It was an unspoken gesture—
**"I am letting you in…"**
---
Madhur bent and placed his lips near her navel,
Then descended further…
To the most delicate layer of that body—
Damp with moisture, paused in anticipation.
He brought his lips close to that spot—
Touched it, without haste.
As if reading a ghazal— a letter, a melody.
Rupali's breaths quickened.
She felt as if electricity coursed through her body.
---
Then Madhur placed his fingers there—
On the soft skin, in the place filled with all the heat.
He applied slight pressure with one finger— Rupali into that place
Neither forcefully, nor hesitantly.
As if entering a home for the first time.
Rupali's thighs trembled slightly.
Her breath hitched for a moment—
Then broke out.
**"Madhur..."** His name scattered in the air…
It was neither a cry nor a plea—
Just a voice like a half-sleep,
As if much was said without speaking.
---
Madhur was now completely immersed in that touch.
He slowly slid his fingers into Rupali…
Rupali's body tensed slightly,
And her lips parted in a sigh.
But that sigh was not of pain—
It was a sigh of acceptance,
Where a woman gives a place to someone in her most intimate space…
*"You are here… and I am completely yours."*
---
In Rupali, there was a rhythm to every movement of his fingers—
No rush, no pause.
He was entering her—
Not just her body, but her soul too.
Rupali was now stroking his hair—
Her body was wet…
Not with sweat—
But with the feeling that comes when someone reads you completely.
---
When Madhur lifted his face again—
His eyes held the same glow that comes from surrender.
He looked at Rupali—
Her face was flushed, her lips were moist, and her eyes…
It was as if she was seeing an old dream,
That was finally coming true.
---
Then they both came very close to each other.
There were no more words,
Nor was there any need for another touch.
There were just two breaths,
Echoing within each other.
---
The room's light was dim.
Rupali's body was melting into Madhur's arms with a slight tremor.
They were incredibly close to each other —
Clothes, layers, hesitations — all left behind.
What remained was an openness,
Where no hesitation lingered, nor any distance.
---
When Madhur placed his lips on Rupali's neck,
Her breaths began to falter —
Each kiss became like a poem,
Which her skin continued to read.
His fingers paused on Rupali's breasts —
On the soft, completely surrendered body
Now only the imprint of trust remained.
Rupali's eyes were closed —
She let herself go in his arms,
As if saying —
"Take me there, where only we exist."
---
Slowly, Madhur cupped her face,
And gave her a long, deepening kiss.
Then he held her waist with his palms,
And their bodies were now in a rhythm.
Nothing was left between them —
Neither clothing, nor time.
Just that union…
Which needs no words —
Just the music of two heartbeats.
---
Rupali's thighs were now around Madhur —
Her body had opened up completely,
And Madhur slowly entered her.
There was no haste,
But a pause,
In which every movement
Seemed to slow down time.
---
Madhur's breaths were now deep,
In every movement of his hips
There was a natural flow —
As if slowly singing an old melody.
Rupali held his back,
Her fingers sinking into his skin.
Beneath her eyelids
Waves of intense emotions were racing —
Sometimes mischief, sometimes thirst,
Sometimes just… peace.
---
The collision of their bodies
Had now become a sound —
Soft, but distinct.
There was nothing else in the room
But the language of breaths,
And the silence that glided over the skin.
---
After some time —
When the waves calmed down after hitting the shore,
Madhur rested his head on her chest and stayed there.
Rupali ran her fingers through his hair,
As if patting a tired child.
That moment, which needed no words —
Was just a 'being',
That was fulfilling both of them.
---
"Sometimes I feel," Madhur said softly,
"That entering you,
Is like returning to myself…"
Rupali looked at him —
With a tired, but content smile.
"And coming to you," she whispered,
"Is like touching the truest part of the world…"
---
Outside, it had started to get light.
But inside —
The night was still there between them.
A night —
In which not just bodies met,
But those touches
Had filled every emptiness between them.
---
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It was afternoon.
The office bustle was at its peak,
but there was one room—
where time seemed to have stopped.
The room was locked from the inside.
The cool air of the AC and the scent of perfume mingled,
spreading a peculiar intoxication.
---
Madhavan rose from his chair and went to the window—
where his secretary **was already standing.
Beneath her blue shirt, her body trembled slightly,
like the silence just before a storm.
**“You know,”**
Madhavan said softly,
**“offices aren’t just for work…
Sometimes desires also blossom here.”**
The secretary looked at him—
no shyness, no question.
Just a strange attraction,
taut like a fine thread between them.
---
Madhavan tucked her hair behind her ear—
and then lightly touched her neck.
No haste, no hesitation—
just a slow, simmering fire,
ready to reach its full heat.
The secretary’s breaths quickened—
she lightly closed her eyes and remained rooted.
Madhavan had now come closer to her—
he placed his lips on her neck,
then moved down towards the collar.
---
His fingers were now unbuttoning the secretary’s shirt—
slowly, one by one…
as if behind each button lay a hidden, old desire.
As the shirt opened, Madhavan’s gaze fixed upon her.
Her breasts breathed with a slight tremor—
it was an invitation,
understandable only with the eyes.
---
Madhavan placed his lips on her breasts—
first lightly, then deepening.
There was no hunger in his kiss,
but a deliberate, lingering touch—
that wanted to feel the layers of the body deep within.
The secretary’s fingers were now entwined with Madhavan’s shirt collar,
and lines of shivers traced her body.
---
Madhavan traced her breasts with his lips—
slowly, like one touching the strings of a violin.
There was music in his kiss—
and the secretary’s breaths danced to that melody.
The shirt was now completely on the floor,
and the body beneath it—
as if a warm breath had been placed upon a layer of ice.
---
Her breasts were now bared—
and Madhavan’s palms cupped them…
with a soft, steady, wild touch.
He circled their roundness with his lips—
sometimes right, sometimes left…
and each time the secretary’s breaths grew longer.
---
There were no words in the room now—
only the sounds of touch,
the rhythm of breaths,
and two bodies, reading each other—
like an incomplete book found.
---
Madhavan gently laid the secretary on the sofa—
holding her waist,
and slowly pulled that body closer to him,
in which now no restraint remained.
**“I want to fuck your cunt,”**
Madhavan whispered,
**“like filling a closed room with light…”**
---
The secretary looked into his eyes—
she seemed to want to say something for a moment,
then surrendered herself to his embrace.
---
That moment,
in which trust worked more than the body—
in which someone didn't just possess another,
but *felt* them.
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