Vanished

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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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Manish cursed, kicking a pebble off the sidewalk. He had no umbrella and there were no taxis. Cursing under his breath, he stepped into the rain and within moments, was drenched to the bone.

He could hear the angry waves crashing against Marine Drive, just behind the buildings. Even the city seemed to be upset. Manish turned into the alley that was a shortcut to his place. It was deserted, dark and gloomy, just like his mood. He was halfway through when he heard it – a muffled scream, high-pitched and desperate. His heart pounded, and he hesitated, the hairs on his arms standing on end. It sounded like…a woman?

Manish froze listening to the howling wind, rain and crashing waves. There it was again.  A definite scream. Manish’s broke into a run. Reaching the end of the alley, he peered around the building.

There, under a distant streetlamp, he saw a young woman struggling against a group of men. One of them had her by the arms, another grabbed her hair, twisting it painfully, his other hand on her mouth trying to prevent her from screaming again. Two men were trying to grab a hold of her thrashing, flailing legs. She was struggling, trying to break free, but they were too many and too strong. They started dragging her towards a black van parked across the road at the edge of the Marine Drive embankment.

He couldn’t just watch. He had to do something. But what could he do? They were five, he was one. And he wasn’t exactly a warrior or superhero. He was an accountant, for heaven’s sake. He didn’t have a death wish either. Think, Manish, think.

Cops! Fumbling for his phone, he prayed it was working and not dead thanks to the rain. Yes, it was. Thank God! He dialed and waited, watching the men drag the struggling girl.

“Inspector Pradhan,” he heard in his ear.  Manish’s heart was hammering in his chest. “I-I’m at the junction of Sea Breeze Lane and Marine Drive. A girl is being kidnapped.” Mainish whispered, urgency in his voice.

“Slow down, son,” the voice on the other end said. “Tell me what you see.”

Manish struggled to find the words, his voice barely above a whisper, “Five men. Dragging a woman to a dark colored van. She’s fighting but losing.”

“Stay on the line and out of sight,” Inspector Pradhan ordered, “and don’t do anything stupid or heroic. Do you see the number plate on the Van?”

“Too far, too dark, can’t see through the rain,” Manish whispered back.

“We are on our way. Should be there in 5-7 minutes. Stay calm. If the van leaves, try and get the number plate.” Pradhan’s voice was calm, commanding and reassuring.

Manish could hear orders barked at the other end of the line, then he heard hurried footsteps, car doors open and shut. Engine roaring to life, police sirens….

In front of him, the men had dragged the girl to within a few feet of the van. Five minutes was too long. They would be gone by then. Manish had to do something, anything, to distract them, to give the cops a chance.

He couldn’t just step out and be seen. They could have guns. What to do? His mind was racing. He spotted a large piece of scrap metal lying nearby, half-buried in the mud. It was heavy, but he could manage. He set his backpack down and put his phone inside it. He reached down and grabbed the metal. It was heavy.

Taking a deep breath, he lifted it above his head and threw it as hard as he could. It came crashing down on the sidewalk with a loud crash—just a few feet away from him.

“Shit!” he cursed and ducked back behind the wall. What was he thinking? That he could throw it right across Marine Drive? Stupid. Now they knew where he was.

The men stopped and looked around, their eyes scanning the darkness. Manish’s heart was pounding in his chest. He heard voices but he couldn’t make out the words. They started looking around, peering into the darkness. Maybe they didn’t realize where the sound had come from. Just maybe.

Manish prayed silently, his heart in his throat. The commotion had given the girl a chance to break free. One of the men cursed, grabbing her by the hair again, twisting it painfully. Two tried to hold grab hold of her arms.

Just then a police van turned the corner, tires screeching, siren blaring. Taking her chance, the girl kicked the man holding her hair on the knee as hard as she could. He howled in pain and let go of her hair. She broke into a run.

The police van braked hard and cops started jumping out even before it came to a complete stop. On the other side of the road, the man was chasing the girl. A stumble, a push and she went over the embankment… into the water.

Manish’s heart leaped to his throat. The sea was rough, monsoon waves crashing against the shore, the tide high. She might have even fallen into the tetrapods designed to break the waves and protect against flooding. She could be hurt. She could drown. She could be dead already.

Without a second thought, Manish ran across Marine Drive. Through the corner of his eyes, he could see cops rounding up the thugs as he dove into the water. The waves hit him like a punch, almost knocking the wind out of him. He was a decent swimmer, but the tide was strong, the current pulling him away from the shore. He could see the girl struggling.

She was being pulled out to sea. Manish stroked quickly, his heart pounding in his chest. His lungs were on fire by the time he reached her. He wrapped his arms around her and fought the current, trying to drag her back. She probably thought he was one of her kidnappers and started thrashing at him. Fuck!

He couldn’t shout or explain in the roaring waves and thrashing sea. He held on tighter, using all his strength to fight the current. It felt like an eternity before he finally felt the bottom under his feet. Two more sets of hands joined his. Cops! The three of them dragged her back. The whole thing had lasted maybe 15 minutes but it felt like a lifetime.

They were seated in the back of the police van holding on to steaming cups of chai. The sirens had been turned off. He never thought the red and blue flashing lights would be so comforting. She sat across from him looking down, shivering even though the van was warm and they were covered in blankets. The cops were outside talking among themselves.

After securing the crime scene, the cops had loaded them into the van and brought them to a tapir chai shop out of sight from Marine Drive. A got brought them hot chai. Also probably to shield them from the media frenzy that was sure to follow an incident like that.

Pradhan arrived shortly, took their initial statements and left. They could see urgent police activity outside the van. Was it an hour, two, three hours? He had lost all sense of time. It was night, but the rain had simmered down to a drizzle.

The thugs had been hauled away in another police van that had arrived shortly after the first one. For the first time that night, she looked up from the cup of steaming chai and glanced at her savior tentatively, “Thank you,” she managed in a hoarse whisper.

Her eyes red and puffy. There were dark circles under them, her face was pale, her hands shaking.

“You’re welcome,” he replied softly, not wanting to startle her, “I’m Manish, by the way.”

She hesitated, looking down at her lap, twisting the edge of the blanket in her fingers. “Snigdha,” she finally said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Those men…any idea who they were?”

She shook her head ‘no’, ” They came out of nowhere,” she said in a shaky voice, her eyes darting around as if she expected them to reappear at any moment.

“I was walking home from work. I heard footsteps behind me too late. They were on me before I could react. I tried to fight, but there were five of them…” Her voice trailed off, and she wrapped her arms around herself, hugging the blanket closer.

Manish felt a surge of anger. “I know. I saw you fight. It’s okay, you’re safe now,” he said again, trying to sound reassuring. He saw the officers outside glance in their direction, but they didn’t come closer.

Snigdha turned to him, her eyes wide with worry. “I don’t want to go to the police station. What if those men…what if they find out?”

Before he could reply, Pradhan opened the van door and stepped in. She smiled at them warmly, his very presence reassuring.

“I’m Inspector Pradhan. Don’t you worry miss. We’ve broken up a human trafficking ring tonight, thanks to this gentleman here. Your testimony will be crucial, and we’ll ensure you’re well protected.”

Snigdha looked at him, her eyes wide with concern. “But what if they find out where I am? What if they come after me?”

Pradhan nodded understandingly. “That’s a valid concern, miss. But we have procedures in place to ensure that won’t happen. You’ll be safe, I promise you.”

He turned to Manish, “As for you, son, you’ve been a huge help tonight. I wish more citizens would help the police like you did today. It took courage,” he said extending a hand that Manish shook, “but jumping into the ocean was reckless,” he added.

Manish shrugged, “I wasn’t thinking sir. I just reacted. Trust me, I am no hero. If I had thought, I probably would have run away.” He added with a sheepish smile.

Pradhan laughed, “Well, your recklessness paid off. Without your help, we might have lost her. I’m glad you’re both safe now,” Pradhan said, smiling at them both. Then he turned to Snigdha, “Miss, we’ll get your detailed statement tomorrow. Right now, we would like to inform your family if you can give us their phone numbers.”

“I live alone,” she managed to get out, her voice still shaky. “Came to Mumbai a couple years ago after my parents passed away. There’s nobody to call, really.”

Pradhan nodded, his voice a blanket of comfort and reassurance, “Let’s get both of you some medical attention and we will figure out the statement and the rest later on, ok? We have medics here. They will check both of you and decide whether you need to be taken to a hospital.”

Pradhan nodded at the medics standing outside the van, and they approached. One of them opened a kit and started checking Snigdha’s vitals, while the other turned to Manish.

“Looks like you got the worse of the tide, son,” he said, taking out a stethoscope and checking Manish’s breathing. “How are you feeling?”

“Just a bit winded. I’m okay, really,” Manish said. He checked Manish’s blood pressure and temperature, then nodded.

“You’ll live,” he said with a small smile. “Just bruises from the looks of it. That cut on the leg needs bandaging, but it’s doesn’t look serious.” As he took out bandages and medicine out of his bag, he turned to Snigdha, who was still being checked by the other medic. “And you, miss, you’re in shock. We should take you to the hospital to get checked out properly.”

Snigdha shook her head, her eyes wide with fear. “No, please. I don’t want to go to the hospital,” Snigdha said, her voice shaking. “I just want to go home.”

Snigdha’s voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes darting around nervously. The medic looked at Pradhan, and the two stepped out of the van, closing the door behind them.

“Please,” she said to Manish in a whisper as the cop and medic conferred outside the van, “they will find me. I don’t want to go to a hospital or police station.”

There was clearly more to her story and fear than she had told the cops, but he wasn’t a detective and didn’t want to pry. All he really wanted was for this to be over and to go home. The adrenaline rush was subsiding, and his body ached from the cold and the exertion. But he couldn’t just leave her here.

Once again, Pradhan entered the Van before Manish could say anything.

“Miss, we understand your fear. We’ll do our best to protect you. But there are procedures we have to follow. We need to take you to the hospital for a check-up and to get your statement. You will be safe, I promise.”

Snigdha looked at him, her eyes filled with fear. “I don’t want to go to the hospital. Please, I just want to go home.”

Manish looked at her, the sincerity in her voice touched him. He knew she was scared. He remembered the fear in her eyes when he had found her being dragged into the van.

“Sir,” he spoke up, “can I have a word?”

“Sure,” Pradhan said and followed Manish out of the van.

“I don’t mean to interfere in police procedure. I don’t know what would have happened if you all hadn’t responded as quickly as you did today. But I also understand the raw fear I see. Would it be right to make her suffer more of it by forcing her to go to a hospital? From what the medics said, he isn’t hurt, just in shock. I am no doctor, but I would think what she needs most right now is to calm her nerves and to be in a place that doesn’t scare her.” Manish said.

Pradhan looked at him with a mixture of surprise and admiration. “You have a good heart, son. But I’m afraid we can’t just let her go. She’s a key witness, and we need her statement. She should be examined. There could be internal injuries. And we need to make sure she’s safe. But I understand where you’re coming from. Let me talk to the medics again, see if there’s any compromise we can reach.”

Returning to the warmth of the van, Manish sat across from her and gave her a reassuring smile. They could see Pradhan discussing with the medics, heads bent together, pointing at the van where Snigdha was.

Another hour or so passed. After a lot of back-and-forth deliberation, a compromise was reached. Pradhan wasn’t comfortable with the unconventional compromise, but he got clearance from higher ups.

Not sure where the idea had come from, but it was decided that Snigdha would accompany Manish to his place. He was the one person she trusted and readily agreed — anything to avoid going to the hospital or police station, Pradhan thought.

Manish gave his details to the cops — home phone, cell phone, office phone, home address, office address, manager’s name and phone number. Calls were made to make sure all details were legit. Cops would drive them to Manish’s place and two cops would be stationed outside his house — as much to protect her from him as to protect both of them.

Manish promised to take her for a full medical check-up first thing in the morning and keep Pradhan informed every step of the way. Pradhan and the cops would come over to his house (or hospital if either of them had to be admitted) and take detailed statements. One of the cops informed his boss that he may not come to work for a day or two giving a broad outline of what had happened (it would be on the news in a few hours anyway) without going into too much detail.

The medical checkup was uneventful. It was a miracle that she didn’t even have a scratch on her. His cut didn’t need stitches, just regular dressing change, that he could do at home. Pradhan and a couple other cops came over and took detailed statements. Over the next few days, they became frequent visitors. Manish and Snigdha got used to their presence and actually felt secure around Pradhan in particular.

Eventually the frenzy died down. The cop van wasn’t stationed in front of his house anymore. A semblance of normalcy started returning to his life with the one major exception — he wasn’t living alone anymore. He lived in a one-bedroom house.

Snigdha had taken over the couch in the living room. She said she felt more secure and slept better there than she ever did in her own apartment. One day, she said she intended to find a new apartment and asked if she could stay till she found a suitable one. He accompanied her as she closed out the lease and moved in with her suitcases. He bought a closet for her to store her stuff in and they found a place in the living room for it.

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As the days turned to weeks, the real Snigdha started to emerge from behind the timid, scared, vulnerable girl. She was lively, witty, and funny with a bubbly vibrant personality. Her laughter was infectious, and her smile could light up the dullest room. And she was a beautiful, sensuous woman. The whiff of her perfume in the house, her lively voice and laughter, her twinkling eyes. To top it all, she treated him like he was her hero. She was comfortable around him – which, in itself, was new for Manish. Girls had always avoided him in the past, gravitating towards the alpha male bad boy types.

Coming home to hot home-made food instead of fixing something hurried or ordering in, being waved good bye in the morning with a hug and a warm smile, going grocery shopping together, watching TV and movies together, her falling asleep on his shoulder. These were the things that the incurable romantic in him had only dreamt of in the past. Now he was living it, everyday. He had never felt this alive, this happy. He was falling for her…hard.

One evening, they were watching a movie together, curled up on the couch, her head on his shoulder, her long, silky hair caressing his neck. He glanced at her, she was fast asleep. He smiled.

She could never sit through an entire movie. She looked so peaceful, so content. And then his heart skipped a beat. Her sleeveless t-shirt had slid off one shoulder, exposing most of one breast. Manish quickly looked away, his heart pounding in his chest.

He tried to focus on the movie, but it was impossible. His eyes returned to her almost naked breast — only her nipple covered by the flimsy fabric of her t-shirt and that too barely. Her body was pressing against his, the scent of her perfume filling his senses. He could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her skin.

He could feel the shape of her leg against his, the curve of her hip against his side. He had an instant erection. He wanted to kiss her, love her, make her his. But he did none of that. He gently lay her on her back on the couch and covered her with a blanket, before heading to his bedroom.

He closed the door behind him, leaning against it for a moment, his heart still pounding in his chest. What was he doing? He couldn’t just drool over her like a horny teenager. She was his guest, and he was supposed to be protecting her, not fantasizing about her. But how could he not? She was gorgeous. She was everything he had ever dreamt of in a woman. And she was right there, in his house, sleeping in his living room.

He couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned, unable to get the sight of Snigdha’s almost naked breast out of his mind and unable to calm his raging hardon. Soon, his balls were aching and he had to jerk off thinking about Snigdha’s before he was able asleep.

The next morning, Manish was awakened by the aroma of hot chai and the sound of pots and pans clanking in the kitchen. Snigdha was humming a tune as she moved about the kitchen, her silky black hair tied up in a loose bun, wearing sweatpants and one of his shirts.

The first time he had seen her in his shirt was the day the cop car finally left the curb in front of his house. “It feels secure,” she said, hugging his shirt close to her body, “especially when you are at work and I am alone at home. If it’s not ok, I won’t do it again.” she said.

Of course he didn’t mind. He had told her to treat his place as her own and whatever made her feel comfortable and safe was ok by him. All that felt so long ago now. He hardly saw her wearing her tops anymore, preferring to wear his shirts over her tops, leggings and track pants.

Manish smiled at the memory as he watched her move gracefully around the kitchen, her hips swaying gently with each step.

Snigdha turned around, “Morning, sleepyhead,” she said with a warm smile. “Office nahin jana kya? You’re late for work already.”

Manish felt his face flush with embarrassment at the memory of the sleepless night and what he had to do before he could sleep.

He looked away, embarrassed at what he had done last night, “Morning,” he mumbled, “I’m taking a day off. I think I may be coming down with something.”

Snigdha walked over to him, handing him his chai. “What’s wrong?” She asked genuine concern in her voice, touching his forehead with the back of her hand, sending a bolt of electricity through his body.

Manish took the mug from her, their fingers brushing briefly. He felt a spark at the touch, and his gaze flicked up to meet hers.

“Nothing serious, just a bit under the weather,” he lied.

Snigdha didn’t seem convinced. She sat him down at the dining table, pulled a chair and sat next to him, her knees brushing against his.

“You look tired, Manish,” she said softly, her eyes searching his face.

Manish nodded, setting his mug down on the table “You’re right, I just need some rest.”

After breakfast, she marched him back to bed and spent the day pampering him. She wouldn’t even let him go to the bathroom by himself. She’d hold his hand, leading him there, or to the living room or to the dining table where they had lunch together. She was always close, always caring.

He could sense her gaze on him, her eyes lingering on his face, his hands, his body. It was innocent, meant to comfort, but it sent a jolt of electricity through him every time. He was in a constant state of arousal, and his balls were aching as they had lunch together.

After lunch, he said he had to go to the bathroom. She led him there holding his elbow.

Locking the door behind him, he jerked off, knowing she was right behind that door. He was done in less than two minutes, his body shuddering with the release.

He washed up quickly, splashing cold water on his face to try and clear his head.

A few days later, as he crawled out of bed and opened his bedroom door, he saw her coming out of the bathroom.

Keeping the door open just a crack, he watched her, draped in a flimsy towel that showed a lot of her cleavage and most of her creamy thighs, hair and body dripping wet, humming a Bollywood number.

She was totally oblivious to his presence as she walked to the living room. He tiptoed behind her, hoping she wouldn’t turn around. Opening the closet he had got, she pulled out a bra and panties.

Manish felt his heart stop and his cock spring bolt upright. She was just a few feet away, completely naked.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her body. She was perfection, every curve, every line, every inch of her.

He wanted to reach out, to touch her, to caress her, to kiss her. He wanted to run his hands over her body, to feel her skin, to taste her. He wanted to bury himself inside her, to lose himself in her, fill her womanhood with his love and release.

And then she let the towel drop to the floor. He watched as she pulled her panties on, followed by her bra.

Picking up one of his shirts from the couch, she put than on, and finally a pair of shorts. He tiptoed back into his bedroom just before she turned around.

His heart was pounding in his chest, his body aching with desire.

He leaned against the door, trying to catch his breath. He felt guilty. But more than anything else, he felt aroused.

Leaning against the closed bedroom door, he had his erection in his hands.

He closed his eyes and visualized the sight of her naked body. His release came a minute later, causing a mess on the bedroom floor.

With each passing day, her body and presence tortured Manish. Once he started seeing her sexually, he started noticing more and more of her body.

One day, as she was squatting on the living room floor cleaning the tea that she spilled, he noticed how her shorts had slid down her hips revealing the top of her lace panties.

Another day, he woke up early and found her asleep on the couch, legs spread wide. Her shorts had wedged into her butt crack, giving him a clear view of one naked butt cheek. One naked breast was hanging out of his partially unbuttoned shirt.

He groaned silently, grabbed her panties from the laundry basket and jerked off in it. Jerking off in her yesterday’s panties became part of his daily routine – morning and night.

He didn’t have the nerve to make a move. No girl had ever shown an interest in him. And she was by far the most gorgeous woman he had seen. There was no way she would want him, and he couldn’t bear to be rejected by her, of all people.

But his desire was reaching a breaking point, his balls were aching every single day, and his cock would go hard even at the thought of her… which was almost all the time, even at work.

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Snigdha was at the end of her wits. What does a girl have to do to let a man know she wants him? She had been dropping hints…and the hints had gotten bolder by the day.

The path to a man’s heart is through his stomach she’d heard, so she started cooking for him. He was most appreciative and always complimented her cooking, but she needed more than just appreciation.

The day the police car left for good, when he returned from work, she welcomed him wearing his shirt. She thought that would tell him she wanted him on her, but the stupid guy just asked her to be comfortable and make his place her home. Didn’t he see that she wanted HIM…not his home or shirt?

One day, instead of just waving him good bye as he left for work, she hugged him, pressing her breasts against him. He just took it as her expressing gratitude for letting her stay there. The hugs though, became a daily thing.

She pretended she was asleep when they were watching a movie, making sure one breast was almost hanging out of her t-shirt. He noticed, was clearly turned on, but what does he do? He covered her with a blanket and headed to his bedroom. Idiot!

He had this way of waking up she found adorable. He would mumble in his sleep a few minutes before he woke up. Once awake, he would toss and turn for 10-15 minutes before crawling out. She had timed her shower to perfection. He should have been coming out of the bedroom when she walked out of the shower dripping wet, draped only in a tiny towel. But that hadn’t worked either. The fool had overslept by a few minutes, though she could have sworn his bedroom door was open a crack when she walked past it.

That day, there was what looked like a greeting card in the mail. The stamp looked foreign… possibly US she thought. When he got home, she handed it to him at the dinner table.

He smiled reading the card.

“Who is it from?” she asked.

“Vivek,” he replied, “my twin.”

“You have a twin?” she asked, “you never told me.”

“Dad and mom divorced when we were in high school. Dad got custody of Vivek and mom got me. Dad and Vivek left for the US a few years later. I haven’t seen them for 15 years now. But he always sends me a birthday card… and I always send him one. It’s our way of letting each other know they aren’t forgotten.”

“That’s so sweet,” she said, smiling softly.

“Yeah,” he said smiling wistfully, memories of childhood flooring back, “we used to be inseparable, even though we are exactly opposites in personality. He is the tough guy, all muscle, top sportsman with girls drooling at him all the time. He even dated a couple girls I had a crush on. In my mind, he stole my girl, but let’s face it, I was the nerd nobody was interested in. At least one of us got the girl right?”

“You never mentioned him before,” she said softly, her eyes searching his face.

Manish shrugged, “Not much to say. We used to be close, but life happened, and now we’re just… different.”

Snigdha reached out, laying her hand on his. “I’m sorry, Manish,” she said, her voice gentle, then she perked up, “when is your birthday?”

“What?” he asked, looking confused.

“You said you send each other birthday cards each year, and that’s a card from him. So when is your birthday?”

Manish grinned, “tomorrow,” he said, looking at the card. Till his mother passed away last year, she made it a special day. Now it was just brought back painful memories. He looked at it as another routine day with nobody to celebrate it with, his brother’s birthday card the only saving grace.

“Tomorrow!?!?! I would never have found out if the card hadn’t come today. We should celebrate, Manish,” Snigdha said, jumping up, all excited. She didn’t even wait for his reply as she started planning the big day. Manish smiled at her excitement. God he loved her, if only she knew.

“Happy Birthday tooooo yoooooo,” that’s what he woke up to…with her dancing on his bed, one slender leg on each side of him, singing a birthday song. Her tits bouncing with each movement under his shirt, her crotch right above his eyes. He was thankful for the blanket covering him because he had an instant boner.

“Thank you” he mumbled in his morning hoarse voice, rubbing his eyes, a warm and embarrassed smile lighting up his face.

“Happy Birthday, Manish!” she said, sitting on his belly and pressing her body against him. Kissing him on the cheek, she handed him a small package wrapped in colorful paper. He took it, still groggy from sleep.

As he tried to sit up, she slid down her body, now sitting squarely on top of his erection. He tore the paper open, revealing a small, velvet jewelry box and took out a delicate silver necklace with a small, round silver pendant. As he turned it over, he saw the inscription: “Always Together.”

“Snigdha, it’s… it’s beautiful,” he stammered, his voice thick with emotion. His heart ached as he thought, ‘you have no idea how badly I want you and I to always be together.’

She leaned in, her eyes searching his, “You like it?” She asked softly.

He nodded, his voice thick, “Love it! Thanks.”

“Here, let me put it on,” she said and yanked the necklace from his hand. She straddled him, her arms going around his neck, a tongue sticking out between her teeth, eyebrows crowding together as she concentrated on undoing the delicate clasp and then clasping it behind his head. As she leaned against him, his hands held her, caressing the small of her back over his shirt.

Her perfume filled his senses, and he could feel her breasts pressing against his chest. His cock strained against his boxers, begging for release. He was painfully aware that her pussy was right above it, separated by her shorts, the blanket and his boxers. As she moved, his cock rubbed against her most intimate part.

Her lips were inches from his and he ached to kiss her right then. Her hair was wet from the shower and he could smell her shampoo. The scent was intoxicating and made his cock throb painfully. He could feel her heat, her softness pressing against him. He wanted her so fucking much, it hurt.

He glanced down and realized she wasn’t wearing a bra either. He could see the outline of her erect nipples straining against the fabric of his shirt.

“Happy Birthday, Manish,” she whispered, and he looked up into her eyes, “like your birthday gift?”

The tone of her voice implied her body was his birthday gift, but he wasn’t sure that’s what she meant. He was so horny, he couldn’t be sure he wasn’t imagining her implied meaning.

“Like my birthday gift?” he repeated, hugging her against his body, his voice hoarse with desire, his heart pounding in his chest, “you have no idea how much I love it.”

“Anything for my hero,” she said kissing him on his cheek again, with a smile and tone that said, ‘just take me’ – or was he imagining it?

They just say that way, her straddling him, pressing down on his erection, her arms around his neck, her lips inches from his, their eyes locked. Time seemed to come to a standstill… and then the moment passed.

She leaned back and climbed off the bed. “I’ll make breakfast,” she said out the door.

Manish closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He was having a hard time believing what had just happened. Had he just blown the chance of a lifetime? Had she offered herself to him and he had done nothing?

On the way to the bathroom, he grabbed her yesterday’s discarded panties. Her scent was still on them. He licked them where her pussy would have been before jerking off in them.

By the time he freshened up, washed her panties, got ready for work and arrived in the living room, breakfast was ready and she was waiting for him, with what looked like a sad smile on her face.

As soon as she was out of his bedroom, she ran to the kitchen, tears streaming down her cheeks. Clearly he didn’t want her.

She had made sure he could see she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She had thrown her arms around him and pressed her body against him and sat on his dick for God’s sake. What more did he want her to do?

He was aroused for sure, she could feel his hardness pressing against her pussy. And yet he did nothing. Nothing! She went about making breakfast, crying her heart out. She wiped her tears as she set the breakfast table, smiling warmly as he walked in, ready for work, like nothing had happened. They ate in an awkward silence.

As he headed for work, she stayed seated at the dining table, sipping her chai without meeting his eyes. It was the first day in a long long time that he didn’t get the good bye hug. She didn’t even look up as he walked out the door. Her eyes were fixed on the chai mug in her hands, her lips pressed together.

He had been a fucking idiot, but she could have cut him some slack on his birthday.

As the day progressed, both their minds kept dwelling on the day and the past few months, by evening they were mad at each other, ticking time bombs ready to explode. All it needed was a match.

He had buried himself in work to stop thinking about her and lost track of time. He realized how late it was when a security guard interrupted him, wanting to know how much longer he was planning to work, the office needed to be locked.

He looked at his watch and was surprised to see it was already 9 PM. SHIT! She’d planned an elaborate dinned and he’d stood her up. He knew he was in trouble.

He found her sitting on the couch, her legs curled under her, a book in her hand. She didn’t look up as he walked in. A birthday cake was sitting on the dining table.

As he set his laptop bag on the coffee table and sat next to her, he realized she had been crying. Her eyes were red and puffy.

“I’m so sorry, Snigdha….” he mumbled, resting a hand rm on her shoulder. She shrugged his hand off and turned away, curling tighter into herself.

“Just leave me alone, Manish.”

“Snigdha, I’m sorry. I was an idiot. I should have remembered. I got so lost in work that I lost track of time. Not fair to you, I know. I am so sorry.”

“Sorry?” Snigdha snapped, “Should I be grateful for your sorry?”

“I didn’t mean it like that Snigdha…”

“I cook for you, I wait for you, I try to be there for you when you are down. Why? What am I your unpaid maid?” Snigdha shouted, her voice quivering with anger and hurt.

“I don’t want your fucking sorry, Manish! I want you to notice me! To see me! I’m not some fucking ghost lingering in the background of your life! I’m a woman, Manish! I have an identity. I am a person with feelings. I had so many plans for this evening. I wanted to make it special for you. Why? What was I thinking? You didn’t even remember? I am the fool. A fool for cooking your favorite dishes. To bake a birthday cake. And what are you? You are sorry.”

“No Snigdha, that’s not what I meant,” he said, pleading, “I have been kicking myself for losing track of time. You deserve better. I should have been here four hours ago. And I can’t say anything to justify forgetting.”

Snigdha looked at him, her chest heaving with anger and tears. He felt like shit.

“Tell me something,” she said, a calmness in her voice, a coldness in her posture, “why do you think I asked to move in? Why do you think I wait for you every single evening? Why do I look forward to our weekends together. Why do you think I wear your shirt, Manish? Don’t I have my own clothes?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Why do I fucking sleep in your shirt? Why do I hug you every single morning as you leave for work?” Snigdha’s voice was low, her words barely above a whisper. Manish looked at her, his eyes searching her face. He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.

“I know you think of me as some hero that I am not Snigdha, I know you are grateful for the role I played that night…”

“Grateful?” she sneered, “you think I am grateful?” She stood up abruptly, her chair screeching against the floor. Her eyes were blazing with anger, her body trembling with emotion. “You think I wear your fucking shirt because I am grateful? You think I cuddle up to you when we watch TV because of gratitude? You think I sleep in your shirt because I am fucking grateful?”

“No, Snigdha,” he said, his voice hoarse with emotion, “that’s not…what I mean.” He was feeling lost, confused, “I don’t know why you do what you do Snigdha, I don’t know anything anymore. I just figured you felt secure in my shirt…”

“I do it because…” she started and bit her lip, “you fuckin idiot.” She looked at him, her chest heaving with emotion, her eyes blazing with unshed tears. She knew she was laying her heart on the line, but she had to make him see.

“I wear your shirt because it smells like you. I sleep in it because it feels like I am sleeping with you holding me. I hug you in the morning because I crave your touch. I wait for you to come home because I fucking love being with you and miss you when you’re gone. I snuggle up to you because I get fucking just thinking about you. I fucking love you Manish. Can’t you even see that?” Her voice cracked, and she looked away, blinking back tears.

Manish felt his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at her, his beautiful, vulnerable Snigdha, laying her heart bare before him. He reached out, cupping her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that streamed down her cheeks.

“Snigdha,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion, “I… I had no idea. I thought… I thought you pitied me, or felt indebted to me. I never dreamed that you… that you of all people would feel this way about this ordinary nerd.”

She looked back at him, her eyes searching his face. She could see the surprise, the disbelief, and then, slowly, a warmth and tenderness that made her heart pound. And then his lips were on hers. It was like the world stood still.

His lips were soft, warm, and insistent. She opened her mouth to him, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. She could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps. She leaned into him, her hands going to his chest, feeling the beat of his racing heart under her palms.

She moaned softly into his mouth, her body craving his touch, his heat. She could feel his hands moving to her waist, then lower, cupping her ass and lifting her up, her legs wrapping around him instinctively.

He walked them to the bedroom, never breaking the kiss, his cock rock hard, straining against his pants. He kicked the door shut behind them and lowered her onto the bed, his body following her down, his hips settling between her thighs. She could feel him, hard and ready, pressing against her pussy, and she moaned again, grinding against him.

“Fuck, Snigdha,” he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire, “you have no idea how much I love you. How long I have wanted you. I just could never bring myself to believe the most beautiful woman I have ever met could ever want me. I am so sorry Snigdha.”

“Just stop apologizing and show me how much you love me, Manish.” she moaned as he kissed her neck, “take me Manish, don’t make a girl beg.”

“I don’t have any condoms, do you?”

She snorted a laugh. In the heat of passion, he was thinking of protection. Idiot!

“No I don’t,” she moaned into his neck as he nibbled on her ear lobe, “what should we do?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t put it in? I don’t trust myself to pull out in time…”

“No fucking way,” she said, “I want you in me. I want you to leave a bit of you inside me even when you aren’t inside me anymore.”

She tugged at his shirt, lifting it up and off over his head. She leaned in and kissed along his collarbone, biting gently, and he moaned, his hands going to her tits, squeezing them through his shirt.

“I want to taste you,” he whispered, his voice low and husky, “I have wanted to taste you long before I saw you naked in the living room.”

“Who’s stopping you?” she moaned, thinking ‘so he did see me… and the fool didn’t do anything.’

Manish leaned down, his lips brushing against her skin.

He ripped the shirt open and she gasped as he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. She arched her back, pushing her breast further into his mouth, moaning as he sucked harder.

He moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment, and she writhed under him, her hands in his hair, pulling him closer.

“Manish, please,” she begged, “I need you inside me.”

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, “That will have to wait. I need to taste you first, Snigdha, I want to kiss every single beautiful inch of you before I taste the heaven between your legs.”

He started from her lips, kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. Then he moved to her neck, nibbling and kissing, making her squirm under him.

He sucked on her collarbone, causing her to arch her back, her breasts pressing against his chest. He moved lower, kissing and sucking on her tits, causing her to moan and writhe under him.

He trailed kisses down her stomach, making her shiver with anticipation. He kissed her navel before exploring its depths with his tongue.

She grabbed his hair, urging him to go lower, where she was soaking wet eager for his mouth.

He nuzzled her hips, breathing in her scent, his nose brushing against her mound. She gasped, her pussy clenching as he trailed open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh and the valley of her groin.

“Manish, please,” she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. “don’t torture me.”

Manish looked up at her, a wicked grin on his face. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m just getting started.”

He spread her legs wider, pushing her knees up towards her chest.

He could see her pussy, glistening and ready for him. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick her from her entrance to her clit. She gasped, her body bucking against his mouth.

“Fuck, Manish,” she moaned, her hands going to his hair, tugging on it as he licked and sucked on her clit, “Yessss…right there…don’t stop.”

Manish was in heaven. He loved the taste of her, the feel of her soft skin under his tongue. He could feel her wetness coating his chin, could smell her arousal. He was hard as a rock, his cock aching to be inside her. But he wouldn’t rush this. He wanted to make her come, wanted to taste her pleasure.

He sucked on her clit, flicking it with his tongue, then plunged a finger into her pussy. She was so fucking wet, so tight. He could feel her walls clenching around his fingers, her juices coating them. He curled his finger, finding that spot that he knew would send her over the edge. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his hand, her tits bouncing with the movement. He could feel her getting close, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Manish… oh fuck… right there… don’t stop…” she begged, her hands tightening in his hair, “I’m close…God, I’m so close…”

Manish slipped a second finger inside her, stretching her, preparing her for his cock. He could feel her pussy clenching around his fingers, her juices coating them. He sucked harder on her clit, flicking it with his tongue, and she came undone.

“Fuck, Manish!” she screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy spasming around his fingers.

He rode out her orgasm, slowing the movement of his fingers, gentling the suckling of his mouth as he savored her orgasm, drinking in her sweet honey. He could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps.

Her pussy was still clenching around his fingers, her orgasm not yet fully subsided. He slowly withdrew his fingers, his eyes locked onto hers. He licked her juices off his fingers. He crawled up her body, his cock rock hard, straining against his pants.

“God, you taste amazing, Snigdha,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire, “I could eat your pussy all night.”

“Not a chance,” she said, her chest heaving, as she pushed him on his back and started undoing his pants, “it’s my turn now,” she said, grinning broadly at him.

He watched as Snigdha pulled his pants off, freeing his cock. She looked at it, licking her lips, and he could feel himself getting harder. She leaned down, her breath hot on his cock, and he felt himself tremble with anticipation.

“Don’t make me cum in your mouth Snigdha,” he begged as he watched his hardness disappear in her mouth, “I don’t think I will last long and I don’t want it to end so soon.”

“Don’t worry, my superhero,” she said taking his cock out of her mouth, stroking it, “I want to feel you inside me remember? You better not cum in my mouth. My pussy wants every single drop.” With that, she took him in her mouth again, sucking and stroking him hungrily.

He groaned, feeling the pleasure build, his cock throbbing in her mouth. He knew he wouldn’t last long if she kept this up. He tried to warn her again, “Snigdha, I’m going to cum if you keep doing that.”

“We can’t have that can we?” she said letting go of his cock and straddling him, her hand guiding his hardness to her opening. She was so fucking wet, her juices were dripping down her thighs, coating his cock as she rubbed it against her entrance.

“Fuck, Snigdha,” he groaned, his voice laced with desire.

She moaned, leaning down to kiss him, her tongue darting into his mouth as she lowered herself onto him, his cock sliding into her inch by agonizing inch. She was so tight, so hot, he could feel every single inch of her as she took him in, her pussy gripping him like a vice. He groaned, his hands going to her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guided her down, impaling her further on his cock.

“Fuck, Snigdha,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head, “you feel amazing. So fucking amazing.”

She moaned, her hips moving in a slow circle, her pussy adjusting to his size, her muscles clenching and unclenching around him. Manish watched as she began to move, her hips rising and falling, her pussy sliding up and down his cock. He could feel the heat of her, the tightness of her, and he felt like he was going to explode.

“Fuck, Snigdha,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter, “I can’t hold back much longer.”

“Wait for me Manish,” she groaned, riding him hard and fast now.

She leaned back, her hands gripping his thighs for leverage. He started thrusting upwards matching her rhythm, driving himself all the way into her with each upward thrust. Snigdha started to moan louder and louder as he perfectly hit her g-spot with each thrust. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass, his cock hitting her deep inside.

“Manish… Fuck… right there… God, right there,” she moaned, her hands gripping his thighs, her nails digging into his skin. Manish looked at Snigdha’s tits bouncing with each upward thrust. He reached out and grabbed them, squeezing them, pinching her hardening nipples. Snigdha moaned louder and thrust harder against him, trying to take him even deeper.

“Don’t stop Manish, don’t stop… don’t come yet please….wait for me Manish,” Snigdha begged, her voice hoarse with desire, her body slick with sweat, her pussy clenching around his cock.

He could barely hold on, but he didn’t want this to end… he wanted her to come with him. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Fuck, Snigdha,” he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire, “I can’t hold on… I am going to cum Shigdha.”

“Manish… oh fuck… right there… don’t stop… don’t fucking stop… oh God, I’m close… so fucking close…” she cried out, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around him like a vice.

He thrust deeper, harder, her screams egging him on. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in quick circles to match the rhythm of his thrusts.

Snigdha gasped, her body convulsing as he triggered her orgasm. Right then, he exploded inside her. He thrust deep, his hips jerking as he filled her with his cum.

“Fuck, Snigdha,” he groaned, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. “Fuck, that was…fuck.”

She collapsed on top of him, her body shaking with aftershocks, her breath coming in short gasps.

She could feel him inside her, his cock slowly starting to go limp, his cum filling her. She kissed his neck, his chest, his jaw, anywhere she could reach.

After a while she looked up at the wall clock — 11:55 pm, it read. She smiled.

“Happy birthday my love,” she said kissing him, “like your birthday present?”

They couldn’t have enough of each other. She no longer slept in the couch. Every night ended and every morning began the same way — with raw, passionate sex. Snigdha was no longer just the sweet, innocent girl he had rescued. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it.

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Tomorrow was her birthday. Manish had taken the day off from work, and they had planned on spending the morning and early afternoon exploring the city together.

They watched a movie cuddling naked against each other on the couch — and she didn’t have to pretend to fall asleep. At midnight, he kissed her and wished her Happy Birthday.

He then carried her to bed. He laid her down on her back and started kissing her body from head to toe. She gasped as he kissed the insides of her thighs, making her squirm under his touch.

She knew he wouldn’t put it in till she had come in his mouth. He loved to drink her honey from the source, and she surrendered her body, guiding her pussy into his hungry mouth.

She ground her hips as he ate her out, feeding him her pussy, which was as hungry for him as his mouth was for her. He lapped at her clit, sucking and nibbling on it, making her moan and writhe beneath him.

“Yes, Manish. Right there. Oh, fuck yes,” she moaned, pushing her hips up to meet his mouth. She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy tightening around nothing but air as she got closer and closer. She was so close, so fucking close.

“Come for me,” he mumbled into her pussy, “I’m hungry.” He sucked harder on her clit, flicking it with his tongue, and she bucked her hips against his face, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She screamed his name, her pussy clenching around his tongue as she erupted.

“Fuck, Manish,” she moaned, her body vibrating with the force of her orgasm. He lapped at her juices, his tongue exploring every inch of her as she rode out her high.

She was still trembling when he kissed his way back up her body, leaving a trail of kisses along her stomach, her breasts, her neck, and finally, her mouth. She could taste herself on him, and it turned her on even more.

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting to feel him inside her. Taking his hardness in her hand, she guided him to her opening.

“Wait,” he said as she was about to guide his hardness into her, “I almost forgot your birthday present.”

“Can’t it wait?”

“No this is important,” he said and watched her face fall. ‘The idiot couldn’t wait till after’ she is thinking for sure, he thought with a smile.

“It’s right there,” he said, pointing to the corner of the room where she hadn’t noticed a small box wrapped in silver paper. Getting out of bed, he fetched the box and handed it to her.

“Open it,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

She tore the paper off and lifted the lid to find a small, black velvet pouch.

“Make this your home Snigdha,” he said as she pulled out the small velvet jewelry box, “be mine forever.” he said just as she pulled out a diamond ring.

She looked up at him in shock, her eyes wide with surprise. “Manish, is this…are you…”

He nodded, a smile spreading across his face. “I love you, Snigdha. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

Tears filled her eyes as she looked at the ring, then back up at him. She nodded, a smile spreading across her face. “Yes, Manish. Fucking yes you idiot! I’ll marry you.”

He slipped the ring onto her finger, then pulled her into a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his as she kissed him back.

“Now I have a question for you,” she said when they broke the kiss.

“What?”

“Can I put it in me now or do you have any more surprises?”

They both burst out laughing before making passionate love.

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The honeymoon suite was a luxurious haven of plush carpets and silk sheets, adorned with flickering candles that cast dancing shadows on the walls. Sitting naked on the edge of the bed, she looked down at the ring that had made all her dreams come true. She smiled her memory drifting backwards, from last night’s love making to every single day of their European honeymoon, to their wedding.

She could hear Manish moving behind her, and she closed her eyes as he reached for her and started caressing her naked back.

“Don’t hold back,” he had told her as they started planning the wedding the morning of her birthday after she had said yes, “I want you to have the wedding of your dreams, and then we will spend two weeks in Europe for our honeymoon.”

She sure had her dream wedding and now they were in Paris, on the last day of their honeymoon. She smiled, reflecting on the fairy tale the last few months had turned into.

She felt his strong arms wrap around her waist, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hardening nipples. She leaned back against him, her head resting on his shoulder, her body pressing against his. She could feel his hardness against her ass, and she wiggled against him, eliciting a low groan from deep in his chest.

“God, my wife’s so sexy,” he murmured in her ear, his voice rough with desire, “I am the luckiest man alive,” he said pulling her closer to him.

“Damn right, you are lucky,” she said bending and planting a kiss on his lips, “keep talking like that and you have a good chance of getting lucky again.”

“I’m always lucky when I’m with you. Every day, every night, every time I have you in my arms. “

“I can’t believe this is the last day of our honeymoon,” she said as he took a nipple in his mouth and starting sucking like a baby.

“Says who?” he said letting go of her nipple, “only the location will change. I have every intention of continuing our honeymoon every night in the honeymoon suite I call my bedroom.” He said, his hands moving lower to her wet pussy as he spoke, his fingers parting her lips and finding her clit. He started rubbing it in slow circles, her juices helping his fingers glide over her.

Giggling, she pushed him back, knowing he was hungry for her juices, his usual breakfast during their honeymoon. Getting on top of him, she sat on his face, feeding him her pussy.

“Hungry for breakfast sweetheart?” she said grinding her pie into his mouth. She moaned in pleasure feeling his tongue enter her.

Manish gripped her hips as he devoured her. He could feel her juices coating his face, and he knew she was getting wetter by the second. Snigdha moaned, her hips grinding against his mouth as he licked and sucked on her clit. She could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling with anticipation.

She looked down at him, her eyes locked onto his, and she could see the lust and desire that burned in their depths.

Reaching behind her, she started stroking his erection as she continued to grind her hips.

Manish moaned in her pussy. She could feel his cock swell to full hardness in her hand as her body started shaking, inching closer and closer to the inevitable orgasm.

The honeymoon suite was filled with the sounds of their moans and his slurping noises as he continued his oral assault on her clit and pussy.

“Fuck, Manish, right there,” she gasped, grinding harder against his face, her body trembling with need. “Don’t stop. Right fucking there. Oh god, right there.”

Manish gripped her hips tighter, his tongue flicking faster against her clit.

She screamed as her orgasm hit, her pussy squirting fountains into his mouth. He lapped up every drop, taking her over the edge and throwing her into a state of sheer euphoria.

Her body was convulsing, her hips thrusting against his face of their own accord. He pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue flicking and licking as she continued to come, her body trembling and shaking.

Manish pulled back only after she started coming down from her high, his lips and chin glistening with her juices. Snigdha looked at him, her eyes wild with desire, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body still shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Manish was looking up at her, his face covered in her juices, his eyes hooded with desire. She could see the raw hunger in his gaze, and it sent shivers down her spine.

“Fuck, Snigdha,” he growled, his voice thick with lust, “you taste sweeter everyday. I am addicted to your honey now.”

He turned her around on her hands and legs and started rubbing his hardness against her opening, lubricating it. Snigdha felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, and pushed back against him, eager to feel him inside her.

“Fuck, yeah!” he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire, “you feel amazing. Every. Single. Time.” he moaned. Manish grabbed her hips and drove into her with a force that made her gasp. She was so wet, so ready for him. He pounded into her, his hips slapping against her ass. He could feel her tightness gripping him, her walls clenching around his cock with every thrust.

She leaned forward, her hands on the bed for support as he pounded into her from behind. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein of his cock stretching her, filling her.

She moaned, the sound muffled by the pillow she was gripping. Manish was grunting behind her, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. She could feel the bed shaking beneath them, the headboard banging against the wall in rhythm with his movements.

He leaned forward, his body covering hers, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipples. One hand reached between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck yes, Manish, right there,” she moaned, her body trembling with the intense pleasure. “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”

His fingers on her clit were driving her wild, the pressure and pace just right to send electric shocks of pleasure through her body. His cock slamming into her was hitting the right spot with every single thrust.

Her orgasm hit without warning taking her over the edge. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, her body shaking with the force of her climax.

“Fuck, Snigdha!” Manish groaned, as her pussy milked his cock, driving him over the edge. He roared, his body shaking with the force of his release.

She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, his cum filling her, coating her walls. She clenched around him, milking him for every last drop, her own orgasm still reverberating through her body.

He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest, matching the rhythm of her own.

Like he had promised on the last day of their honeymoon, only the location changed. They fucked like animals every single night and on some mornings too.

Inevitably, she missed her periods. The little blue lines on the pregnancy test were a shock but also a joy. Manish was elated.

The doctor confirmed what they both knew. Exactly nine months after their wedding, they were blessed with a baby boy.

Neither knew then that their “happily ever after” was about to change.

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“What are you doing?” Snigdha asked, nursing the baby as she watched her husband typing furiously at his laptop one morning.

“Answering Vivek’s email,” he replied.

They had discussed the email last night where Vivek had asked if he could crash at their place till he found a place of his own. Manish was apprehensive but Snigdha had convinced him to welcome his brother to stay at their place as long as he wished.

Manish glanced at the subject line: *I’m Back* So typically Vivek, he thought with a smile.

*Welcome back, Vivek. Looking forward to seeing you. Stay as long as you like. Our home is your home.*

He hit send and closed his laptop, turning to look at Snigdha. She looked so beautiful and glowing as she fed the baby. She had offered him a taste the first time he had seen her feeding their son, but he had cringed. Just about everything about his wife turned him on… but not her milk. That was meant for the baby. Adult breastfeeding was gross, he thought.

“All set?” she asked, not looking up from the baby.

Manish nodded, “Yep. Invitation sent. He should be here next week.”

Snigdha looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. “I’m excited. It’ll be great to have family around.”

Manish smiled, “Yeah, it will. I’m a bit nervous though, to be honest. I haven’t seen him in years. I don’t know what to expect.”

Snigdha put the baby down in the cot and walked over to him, planting a kiss on his lips.

“You worry too much, Manish. Vivek is your brother, after all. Life changes us all. You were school kids when you last saw him. I am sure he has grown up, as have you. Remember how awkward you used to be and how hard you made me work to seduce you?”

He smiled at the memory. She was right though. So much had changed in his life — all for the better — since he had met her.

He had gone from being a lonely, awkward man, to a happily married man with a beautiful, loving wife and a son. He was content, but he couldn’t deny the nervousness he felt at the thought of Vivek coming to stay. He pushed those thoughts aside as he picked up his briefcase and headed for the door.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he heard from behind.

Biting his tongue, he turned around with a grin.

“I love you,” he said kissing his son, “and your mother,” he added kissing his wife.

“I love you too,” she said

The week passed in a breeze and they found themselves waiting for Vivek at the airport. They were identical twins, but Manish wasn’t prepared for what he saw waking towards them with a broad grin on his face. Their faces and height were identical, but that’s where the resemblance ended.

Vivek was a walking advertisement for raw masculinity, his broad shoulders, muscled arms and chiseled chest stretching the seams of his shirt. He exuded an air of confidence and something primal and animal.

Snigdha’s heart skip a beat as he approached. It was like she was seeing a version of her husband who was not timid and unsure of himself, but a rugged and self-assured alpha male, the kind of man that she had fallen for before Manish rescued her and won her heart. A part of her wished Manish was more like his twin — both in build and in the energy he radiated.

“Manish,” Vivek said, as he pulled his brother into a tight hug.

Manish smiled, feeling crushed in Vivek’s hug. He patting his brother on the back. “It’ been, all of what… 15 years? You look great, Vivek.”

After a little small talk, the family headed towards Manish’s new car. Manish and Vivek loaded up the suitcases as Snigdha got the baby settled in the car seat.

“Take the front,” she said to Vivek and got in next to her son, “no telling when little devil here will decide to scream demanding to be fed.”

Vivek chuckled, “He’s a handsome little guy. You two must be a handful for Manish.”

“We are,” Snigdha said with a smile, “but he’s the real baby here, truth be told. More needy than his son.”

As Manish started the car, Vivek slapped him on the shoulder, getting in on the passenger side, “You’re a lucky man, Manish. Smoking hot wife, and an adorable son.”

Manish felt his stomach clench at the “smoking hot” comment but let it slide.

On the drive home, Snigdha caught Vivek looking at her repeatedly through the rear-view mirror and couldn’t help blushing. He had an animal-like look in his eyes and a larger-than-life personality. He had an irresistible magnetism about him.

Her thoughts were interrupted as her son began screaming. On pure maternal instinct, she popped a breast out and guided her son to it. In the rear-view window, she noticed Vivek’s eyes darken as he licked his lips, his eyes burning with naked lust.

“Drink up young man,” Vivek said jokingly, his eyes rivetted where Snigdha’s nipple disappeared in her son’s mouth, “any man would give an arm and leg for the treat you are getting to enjoy.”

Manish looked at his brother sharply. That was totally uncouth and disrespectful. He couldn’t she his wife’s face turn beet red in the back seat. She couldn’t help imagine Vivek feeding on her breast and the taboo thought turned her on.

Her husband wasn’t interested in her breastmilk, but she found the thought of a fully grown man feeding on her breast so erotic. She dismissed the thought. I am just being hormonal, she thought.

---

It had been two weeks since Vivek started living with them and she noticed a number of women making passes at Vivek. She hoped he would find a girl soon because the way he looked at her made her feel naked and horny.

One day, after Manish left for work, she fed the baby and put him in the crib as he fell asleep. As she turned around, she saw Vivek at the bedroom door, sharing hungrily at her exposed breast.

She froze. The next thing she knew, his mouth was wrapped around her nipple. Snigdha gasped as he started sucking. Milk flowed in his mouth and her hands unconsciously clucked at his hair, pulling him into her breast.

A soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips as he hungrily drank her milk.

Grabbing her butt cheeks, he pulled her into him and sucked even harder. Her brain was screaming at her to push him away, but she just couldn’t. He kept sucking till he drained the breast dry.

Releasing the nipple, he looked into her eyes. She saw her milk tricking from his lips. He licked it and smacked his lips…”yummm,” he said.

Deliberately looking at her flushed face, he reached into her bra, cupping her other breast before pulling it out. Grinning, he took it into his mouth, his hand squeezing and caressing the one he had just finished with, his fingers playing with the nipple.

“What are you doing, Vivek?” Snigdha asked, her voice shaky, her body trembling with a mix of shock, fear, and arousal, her hands still clutching his hair, pulling him into her breast.

“I’m hungry,” he replied, his voice hoarse with desire, his eyes never leaving hers, “and feeding on the most delicious treat ever”.

He didn’t stop and she couldn’t make him stop till he had emptied the second breast as well. Just as abruptly as he had appeared, he walked out of the room, leaving her gasping and totally aroused.

---

“Do you have to go?” she asked, begging him to reconsider.

“I wish I didn’t,” Manish said packing his suitcase, “but I can’t get out of this one. It’s just two weeks and they will pass in a breeze. With any luck, I will be home before Holi.” He added kissing his wife.

“Can’t I come with you too?” she asked.

“I would have taken you along if it was just us. What about our son? He hasn’t been cleared for a flight yet. Besides, we have a guest at home. How would it look if we left him alone and went out of town together?” Manish asked, caressing his lovely wife’s face.

Being alone with Vivek is what I am most afraid of, she thought, but didn’t say anything.

“Take care of them Vivek,” he said as they reached the living room.

“Don’t you worry brother,” he replied, “I will take care of everything.”

As he was saying this his eyes were all over Snigdha’s body, the meaning of the comment not lost on her. She felt wetness gush to her pussy, embarrassed by her body’s betrayal of her moral values with her husband just a couple feel in front of her.

“I will miss you, Snigdha,” Manish said, his voice husky as he pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss.

“You better get going, or you’ll miss your flight,” Vivek said.

“I’ll call you as soon as I land,” he promised, breaking the kiss. He kissed their sleeping son in the crib before heading out the door.

Turning around, she went to the bedroom and locked the door behind her. She knew she couldn’t hide for two weeks. But she also knew she couldn’t trust her body around Vivek. Her son’s scream startled her. He was in the crib in the living room, hungry and demanding to be fed.

She felt Vivek’s eyes on her as she picked her son up and headed back to the bedroom.

“You can feed him here Bhabhi,” Vivek said.

Her mind was screaming for her to head back to the bedroom, but her feet headed to the couch in the living room as if having a mind of their own. As she sat down, she realized how preposterous the situation was. She was about to feed her son in front of another man, but this wasn’t just any man. This was her husband’s identical twin, a man who had more than made no secret of his lust for her body — a man who had already milked her breasts before.

She knew Vivek was watching when she bared a breast and guided her son’s mouth to her nipple. Vivek sat on a chair across from her, not bothering to hide the erection in his shorts.

Snigdha’s face flushed as she fed her son, feeling the weight of Vivek’s gaze on her body. She felt hot all over, her body responding to his blatant desire despite her brain screaming at her to stop this insanity.

As her son finished feeding, he fell asleep. As she put him back in the crib, she saw Vivek stand up through the corner of her eyes.

As she stood up and looked at Vivek staring at her naked breast, her hand reached behind Vivek’s neck, guiding his mouth to her nipple. As his mouth latched on to her nipple, he lifted her in his arms like a rag doll and carried her to the bedroom.

Stripping her out of her night gown, he lay her in bed and resumed milking her breast.

He sucked, pulled and nibbled at her sensitive nipple, his hand squeezing and caressing her other breast.

“So fucking sweet,” he groaned. He could feel her squirming underneath him, her moans getting louder, her panties soaked with her wetness.

He dropped his track pants in one swift motion. He kept sucking till the breast was empty, before taking the other nipple in his mouth.

He sucked hard on it, his teeth scraping against her sensitive skin, driving her wild. She could feel the pleasure radiating through her body, her pussy throbbing and aching for attention. His hand caressed her belly… went lower and caressed her over her panties… then went in and a finger entered her.

“Fuck, Vivek,” she moaned, her hand reaching for the hardness in his boxers, “that feels so good.” Her hand disappeared inside his boxers and she started stroking him.

She could feel his hardness throbbing in her hand, the tip already leaking pre-cum. Once he had emptied the second breast, she knelt up, pushing him back against the pillow. She pulled the edge of his boxers down, his cock springing free, hard and ready. She gasped at his size. He was nearly twice her husband, in both girth and length. Every nerve ending in her body wanted him inside her.

“Aaaah… Bhabhi,” Vivek groaned as she leaned down and licked the slit of his opening, tasking his precum. She swirled her tongue around the tip before licking him up and down the length of his shaft. She took him deep into her throat, gagging slightly as he hit the back.

She pulled back, gasping for air, before taking him in again, this time going deeper. She bobbed her head up and down, her hand gripping the base of his cock, her other hand cupping his balls.

“Fuck yesssss Bhabhi” Vivek groaned, his hips bucking upwards, his hand gabbing her hair as he fucked her mouth.

“I am going to come Bhabhi…” Vivek groaned as Snigdha went down on him deeper, taking the full length of his shaft into her throat. Snigdha moaned around his cock, her mouth full of him, her pussy throbbing with need. She wanted him inside her, filling her, stretching her.

Vivek roared as his cock exploded in her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her throat working to milk him dry. He pulled her up, his hands gripping her hips and flipping her over onto her back.

Vivek spread her legs wide. Kneeling between her legs, he burying his face in her sweet, fragrant pussy, kissing, licking, biting her over her panties. She cried out in pure pleasure.

After a minute or so, Vivek pulled her panties down. As they got stuck on her ankles, she kicked them off impatiently. He leaned in again, and began licking her from ass to clit, then back down again. He did it again and again, each time going a little deeper, a little harder, a little faster.

He entered her with two fingers. She could feel the burn as he pushed them in deeply, his lips sucking on her clit and rubbing it with his tongue in rough circles.

“Yes, Yes, Yes! Vivek! Don’t stop. Oh God yesssss!” she screamed. And then she erupted in the most violent squirting orgasm of her life.

Her body convulsed, her back arching off the bed as she bucked against Vivek’s face. Pulling his fingers out of her, he took her pussy in his mouth. Nowhere else to go, her squirts filled his mouth and he drank her up hungrily.

“Fucking delicious,” he groaned, coming up for air.

Snigdha was panting, her body still shaking from the force of her orgasm.

“I want more,” he said taking her in his mouth again. He ate her through two more earth-shattering orgasms, each more violent and lasting longer than the previous as she fed him three back-to-back squirting orgasms.

And then he was in her. He was HUGGE…bigger than anything she had ever felt before. She gasped, her hips arching up to meet his.

“Look at me, Bhabhi,” he commanded, his voice like velvet. Snigdha’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. The raw hunger and desire in his eyes sent shivers down her spine.

He began to move, slowly at first, giving her a chance to adjust to his size. But she wanted more, she wanted all of him, now.

“Harder, Vivek,” she whispered, her voice laced with desire.

A wicked grin spread across his face as he grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him. He thrust into her, hard and deep, filling her completely.

Snigdha cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body stretching to accommodate his size. The feeling of him inside her was overwhelming, both painful and pleasurable. She could feel every inch of him, the way he filled her, the way he hit all the right spots.

He started to move faster, his hips slamming into hers, his cock sliding in and out of her with force. She could feel him hitting her G-spot with every thrust, sending electric shocks through her body. She could feel her pussy tightening around him, her body aching for more.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust. “Don’t stop… Harder Vivek, harder.”

Vivek growled, his hips slamming into hers with force. He could feel her pussy gripping his cock like a vice, her moans driving him wild.

They both hit their high together, screaming in pleasure as he flooded her depths with his hot sperm. She could feel rivers of hot thickness fill her. She waited for him to go limp and pull out, but that didn’t happen.

He kept fucking her even after he stopped cumming, showing no signs of going limp. He turned her around on her belly without pulling out of her and started plowing her hard and deep till he came inside her a second time.

He finally collapsed on top of her, His limp cock still inside her. When he kissed her, she realized that this was the first time he was kissing her… after cumming twice in her pussy and once in her mouth.

He rolled off her body and slowly drifted off to sleep. She was about to drift off to sleep herself when her son started crying.

Vivek woke up a few hours later while she was cooking lunch. Walking up behind her, he kissed her neck, his hands reaching out around her and cupping her breasts. She dropped the spatula she was stirring the food with and gasped.

Still standing behind her, he pulled her yoga pants down to her ankles. Meekly, she stepped out of them and spread her legs wide for him. He lifted one of her legs over the kitchen counter, moved her panties aside and entered her from behind.

Her hands braced against the kitchen counter and she moaned as he slammed into her, his fingers digging into her hips. Like he had earlier, he creamed her pussy twice back-to-back. She had two more orgasms around his cock.

That night, they fucked again, and through the next day, and every single day and night through the two weeks.

He was insatiable, his hunger for her body relentless. She was a helpless slave to her desire, her body aching for him, craving his touch, his taste, his cock.

She kept telling herself it was because he looked like her husband, but it was more than that. She loved how he commanded her body and the pleasures he gave her. A part of her knew that she would have submitted to him even if he didn’t look anything like Manish.

The day of Holi dawned bright and vibrant. The city was a palette of colors, with people out on the streets, armed with water balloons, colors, and water guns. The atmosphere was festive and electric. When she woke up, Vivek wasn’t home.

She took care of the morning chores and her son’s needs before heading to the kitchen. After making breakfast, she was making puran poli, her favorite Holi treat when her phone rang.

It was Manish calling from the airport to say his flight was delayed and he wouldn’t be home till 4 or 5 pm. She said they would wait for him to get home and they would all play Holi together.

The doorbell rang just as she disconnected the phone, and Snigdha went to open it. She was greeted by a barrage of colors and water balloons.

She laughed as she lost her balance and stumbled backwards. His hand reached behind her back, preventing her from falling backwards.

As he helped her back on her feet, his lips were on hers. But this was just a peck, not the intense keep kiss that precedes passionate sex.

“Happy Holi Bhabhi,” Vivek said, grinning, “I thought we could start early.”

She giggled as more color splashed on her and he sprayed her with colored water, completely soaking her clothes.

“We are going to have so much fun today,” he said splashing more colored water on her, “we will first play Holi together and then we will play in bed… all day long.”

Her mind was reeling. Manish would be home today. She needed to get a grip on herself. She couldn’t let her body overpower her loyalties.

These thoughts faded away as his lips found hers again. She sighed, her mouth opening to welcome his tongue, her body craving his as he literally ate her mouth, sucking on her tongue, devouring her saliva and feeding her his.

One by one, he started peeling off her wet clothes. She was soon down to her bra and panties, Vivek’s hands smearing color on every inch of her exposed body.

She stripped his t-shirt and pulled down his track pants. His boxers soon followed and his erection sprang out. He pulled her panties down and she meekly stepped out of them.

Grabbing her by her thighs, he lifted her. His tongue snaked its way in her hungry mouth as he kissed her passionately

He lowered her on his shaft and she moaned in his mouth as she felt his enormous hardness disappeared into her depths, filling her to the brim.

“Fuck Bhabhi,” he groaned in her mouth, “you feel so good.”

All she could manage in reply was a shudder as he started moving her up and down on his hardness, holding on to her thighs. She held on to him for dear life.

He kept picking up pace and soon was drilling her hard and deep, gravity helping him slam all the way into her depths every time she came down.

Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra and stripped it off. His mouth found and latched on to a nipple, even as his cock slammed furiously into her.

“Oh God yes, yes, yesss,” she groaned as he fed on her milk and pounded her at the same time.

He carried her to the bedroom while continuing to suck on her nipple and drill her pussy.

Manish’s taxi pulled up in front of the apartment building. He glanced at his watch — 11:30 am. He had managed to get a seat an a different airline and wanted to surprise Snigdha by showing up early. His heart swelled with anticipation as he paid the driver and stepped ran up the stairs.

As he opened the door, he heard moans and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh — the unmistakable sounds of sex.

His heart thudding, he made his way to the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and as he pushed it open, what he saw froze him to the core.

Snigdha was writhing on the bed, stark naked and covered in color. Vivek was on top of her. Her legs were raised high in the air his hardness was buried to the hilt in her pussy.

He was bent forward, mouth wrapped around her nipple, milk leaking across her breast as sucked her tit.

He then switched to sucking the other nipple. All the while, his cock was pounding Snigdha’s pusy.

“Harder Vivek…” she groaned with every thrust of his shaft into her depths.

“Fuck… Bhabi… you’re… so… fucking… tight,” Vivek groaned, his hips slamming into her with an animal force, his cock stretching her to the limit.

“Yes, yes, yess….” she screamed as her orgasm hit. Vivek kept fucking her like a steam engine, making her orgasm last an insanely long time. She kept shaking like a leaf in a storm and his cock kept slamming into her.

Manish was frozen. He couldn’t move. Tears started rolling down his face as he watched his brother fuck his wife. Snigdha and Vivek screamed as their orgasms hit. Manish saw a trickle of Vivek’s cum leak out of her pussy.

“Cum in me, Vivek,” she begged once her orgasm passed, “I want every drop of you in me.”

“Oh fuck, I am cumming Bhabhi,” Vivek roared, his back arching as his cock exploded in Snigdha.

Silently Manish closed the door and stumbled to the living room. He couldn’t believe what he had just seen.

He felt a mix of horror, betrayal, and humiliation. He sat on the couch bawling, his hand rocking the crib. The sounds from the bedroom slowly died out. Manish kept crying, unable to move.

He felt numb, as if his body was no longer his own. He didn’t realize when exhaustion took over and he lay down on the couch or when he drifted off to sleep.

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Manish woke up with a start. He looked at the clock. 9 AM. How could that be. Had he slept through the evening and night? Looking around, the first thing he noticed was that the crib was gone. The closet in the living room was gone too.

His heart was pounding as he rushed to the bedroom. The door was closed. He opened it slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. Empty. No sign of Snigdha, their son, or Vivek. He realized everything in the room was wrong. There were no baby clothes in sight. No women’s clothes. All he saw were his own discarded jeans and t-shirts.

“Snigdha,” he call out loudly. No reply. He checked the bathroom. Empty. Kitchen, empty. His house was more than empty. It had no trace of his wife, son or brother. He couldn’t find their clothes or their pictures.

He checked his phone. No pictures there either. Neither his wife’s nor his brother’s phone number were on his contacts list. How was this possible? What the fuck was going on? Manish’s mind was racing, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to make sense of the situation.

Think, he told himself. Sitting down on the couch, he replayed everything he remembered since his flight landed… Yesterday? Had the thugs from two years ago finally traced her? Why and how could they strip the house of any trace of her or his kid. What happened to his brother and his belongings. His mind was whirring. He ran out of the house and down to the garage. His car was gone. He ran back up and ransacked the house. No trace anywhere. He was going crazy.

An hour later, he found himself in the police station.

It looked exactly the same as before, the same grimy walls, a disinterested cop behind the desk.

“Can I help you?” the cop asked.

“Yes, I need to speak with Inspector Pradhan. It’s urgent.”

The cop finally looked up, his eyes scanning Manish’s disheveled appearance. “He’s not on duty till later.”

“But it’s urgent,” Manish insisted, his voice shaking. “I need help.”

The cop sighed, “Do you know Inspector Pradhan?” he asked reaching for the phone.

“Yes, tell him Manish is here. If he doesn’t remember, tell him I am the guy from the kidnapping attempt a couple years ago.”

There was a confused look on the cop’s face as he dialed a number. He pointed to a seat and asked Manish to wait there. Manish couldn’t hear the conversation from where he was sitting. Disconnecting the call, the copy grabbed a notebook and came over to him.

“Pradhan Sir will be here shortly,” he said, “in the meantime, can you give me your details and tell me what you wanted to see him about.”

Manish told him everything except finding his wife in bed with his twin brother. The cop took copious notes and asked a question here and there to clarify the narrative and get more details. He was close to the end his story when Pradhan strode in.

The cop stood up, saluted and walked up to Pradhan. They had a hushed conversation and Pradhan read the cop’s notes while listening to him. He had the same confidence and authority Manish remembered. Finally, Pradhan turned and looked at him. Smiling with the same warmth Manish remembered, he strode over and asked Manish to accompany him to his office.

Manish repeated the story to Pradhan, who listened patiently, checking his narrative against the cop’s notes and making a few notes of his own. As Manish finished his narrative, Pradhan closed the notebook and looked up at him with kindness in his eyes.

“Manish, I can’t even begin to imagine what you must be going through right now. I want to assure you that we will do everything in our power to help you find your family.  You also mentioned a kidnapping attempt two years ago to my colleague.”

“Yes, remember?” Manish said, “it was raining heavily that night. I was walking home when I saw the thugs trying to kidnap a girl. I called and you answered the call. You foiled the attempt and kidnapped the thugs. She refused to go to the hospital and came home with me? We got married and now I have a son.”

“Wait a minute,” Pradhan interrupted, “I was stationed in Agartala two years ago. My colleague checked and there is no record of a foiled kidnapping attempt from that time.”

“That’s impossible,” Manish said, his voice rising. “I remember that night like it was yesterday. You were there, you saved us both.”

Pradhan’s expression didn’t change. He picked up the notebook and flipped through the pages. “I understand that this is a difficult time for you. But I assure you, there is no record of any such incident. And I am 100% sure I have never met you before. I don’t forget cases or faces that easily.”

Manish’s heart pounded in his chest. “But…but that can’t be right. I was there.”

“Sir, you are clearly in shock. Mind plays tricks in traumatic situations like this. But the case from two years ago isn’t that important right now. What’s important is that we get the investigation started. But we are going to need some photos of your family to help with the investigation.”

“My brother looks exactly like me, except that he is built like a tank, all muscle. I already told the other cop and you that I can’t find any trace of my wife and son. No pictures, even on my phone. No clothes, nothing.”

Manish buried his face in his hands, at a complete loss. He couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

Pradhan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I know this is hard. But we have to try. Think back, Manish.”

They talked for a while more and Pradhan agreed to start the investigation through birth records and crime databases. He sent have him his business card with his personal number and sent him hope with the promise of keeping him updated.

As he returned to his desk, Pradhan thought about what Manish had said about the foiled kidnapping that had ever happened. Logging into the computer, he pulled up the nationwide crime database, searching for any reports of a kidnapping from two years ago. There were some cases but none in Mumbai and none even remotely resembling the case Manish was talking about.

A month had gone by since Manish walked into the police station. He had been there every single day. Pradhan looked up from the stacks of files and case reports. Pradhan looked at Manish, rubbing his temples.

“Manish, I don’t know how to tell you this. We can’t haven’t been able to find any records anywhere of any of their existence. No birth records of Vivek or your son. No hospital has any records of your wife or you. No record of a passenger called Vivek Sharma arriving in Mumbai on the date you mentioned or a week before and after. No record of any car registered in your name. Nobody at your office recalls attending your wedding. Your HR records show you as single. Tell me, what are we to make of this?” Pradhan asked, frustration evident in his voice.

“A man walks in here, claims his wife, brother, and child have gone missing, yet there’s no evidence of their existence. No records, no photos, no witnesses. It’s as if they were never here.”

Manish looked up, tears streaming down his face. “Please, Inspector. I know this sounds crazy. But I swear to you, they are real.”

Pradhan leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “I want to help you, Son. Truly. But the law can’t just take your word for it. We need evidence. We have to follow leads. And every lead we have chased over the past month has led to a dead end. Have you considered that your mind may be playing tricks on you?”

Manish looked up sharply, his eyes widening in disbelief. “What are you saying?” he snapped, his voice shaking with anger.

Pradhan held up his hands in a pacifying gesture. “I am doing my job, nothing more, nothing else. Part of that job is to explore all possibilities – so, I am not ruling out the possibility of false memories. Trauma can do strange things to the mind. Maybe you had a traumatic experience and your mind replaced it with the kidnapping you witnessed. I don’t know. I am not a medical professional. I am just asking if you have considered it. I can refer you to a dear friend, who is a doctor if you want. It’s certainly an avenue worth exploring, even to rule it out, don’t you think?”

Manish took a deep breath. He knew Pradhan was just doing his job, trying to help him. But the suggestion that he was imagining all this, that his mind was playing tricks on him, infuriated him.

“Look, Inspector, I appreciate your help. But I know what I saw, what I experienced. I’m not making this up. I’m not crazy,” Manish said, his voice still shaking with emotion.

Pradhan nodded, understanding the frustration. “I know, Manish. Just humor me though please and see my friend. It’s a humble request.”

Manish could see that Pradhan was genuinely concerned for him. He sighed, stood up, and brushed off his pants. “Fine, I’ll see your friend. But don’t expect me to change my mind about what I know to be true. You will see, your friend will tell you I am telling the truth.”

Pradhan smiled and shook his hand. “Thank you Manish.”

---

Dr. Hakim was a kindly old man with a soft-spoken demeanor and a warm smile. He listened to Manish’s story with keen interest, his eyes never leaving Manish’s face.

When Manish finished, Dr. Hakim leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of his face.

“Manish, your story is indeed quite compelling,” he said. “But I must say, it’s also quite extraordinary. The human mind is a complex thing, and trauma can often lead to false memories or even hallucinations. I’m not saying that’s what’s happening here, but it’s something we need to consider.”

Manish’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching. “I’m not crazy, Doctor. I know what I saw, what I experienced.”

“I get that. But we can’t just find answers in one consultation. I wish it were so simple. Would you mind coming back here in a couple days? Sometimes, the passage of time clears the mind. No charge. I am intrigued and want to get to the bottom of this. Besides, Pradhan and I go way back. Knowing him, he wants answers too and won’t rest till he finds them.”

Manish nodded, “Okay, I’ll come back.”

Dr. Hakim smiled. “Good. Now, just to rule out any physical ailment, I’d like to perform a few tests. Nothing invasive or painful. Just a few basic checks.”

Manish agreed and Dr. Hakim stepped out to fetch the equipment. Manish sat in the office chair, his mind racing.

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Summer came and went. Monsoons had set in since Manish had been going to Dr Hakim’s office twice a week. The overcast skies did nothing to the gloom that had enveloped Manish’s life and existence.

Dr Hakim had done a number of tests and they had a number of sessions. He had agreed to hypnotherapy and the last of those sessions had ended a couple days ago. He was here to collect the reports and Dr Hakim’s findings. The police were still looking but their investigation had hit a brick wall. There were no leads to follow.

The door opened and Dr Hakim walked in, smiling warmly at Manish. He took his seat and opened a folder he had been carrying.

“Manish, I have been analyzing your case files and your sessions with me. I have also consulted with Pradhan and his team.”

Manish leaned forward, his eyes keen, his breath held.

“Manish, I believe you are suffering from a rare condition called False Memory Syndrome. It is a psychological disorder where a person confabulates events, experiences, or entire periods of their life. It can be caused by various factors, including trauma, stress, or even certain medications.

However, in your case, I believe it’s due to a dissociative disorder brought on by the unprocessed traumatic passing of your mother a little over two years ago. Your mind has created these memories as a coping mechanism to deal with the trauma you experienced.”

Manish sat there, stunned. He had come here hoping for answers, not to be told that he was crazy.

“But… but I know my wife existed,” he protested. “I know my son did too. I saw them every day. I held them, I loved them-“

Dr. Hakim cut him off gently. “I understand, Manish. And I’m not saying that your feelings are fabricated. But the memories…they’re not real. They’re a construct of your subconscious mind to help you deal with the fact that you never had a family. You never had a wife, a son, or a brother. It’s your mind’s way of protecting you from the harsh truth.”

Manish shook his head, tears streaming down his face. “No, no, no, that can’t be true. I know they existed. I know they did.”

Dr. Hakim reached across the desk and placed a hand on Manish’s arm. “I’m sorry, Manish. I truly am. But the evidence is overwhelming. No birth records, no marriage certificate, no photographs, no witnesses. You’ve never had a wife, Manish. You’ve never had a son. You’ve never had a brother. Your mind is playing tricks on you, but it’s not your fault. It’s your subconscious trying to protect you from the truth. I’m sorry, Manish. I truly am.”

“Pradhan,” Manish said, “How do you account for the fact that I knew about him. I asked for him by name. I have had no dealings with the police before this. How could I have known about him if the kidnapping never happened?”

“TV,” Hakin said sadly, “He is in the news often. You could have seen one of his interviews or heard his name. Your subconscious registered it even if you weren’t aware of it. It happens, son.”

Manish’s world crumbled around him. He felt like he was drowning, gasping for air as the weight of Dr. Hakim’s words pressed down on him. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t accept it. He pushed away Dr. Hakim’s hand and stood up abruptly, the chair clattering against the wall.

“No,” he said, his voice shaking with emotion. “No, no, no. You’re wrong. You’re all wrong. They are real. I know they are.”

He looked at Dr. Hakim, his eyes wild. Without waiting for Dr. Hakim to say anything, Manish turned and stormed out of his office.

“Fuck!” he cursed as got to the front door of the building. It was pouring outside.

Manish cursed, kicking a pebble off the sidewalk. He had no umbrella and there were no taxis. Cursing under his breath, he stepped into the rain and within moments, was drenched to the bone.

He could hear the angry waves crashing against Marine Drive, just behind the buildings. Even the city seemed to be upset. Manish turned into the alley that was a shortcut to his place. It was deserted, dark and gloomy, just like his mood.

He was halfway through when he heard it – a muffled scream, high-pitched and desperate. His heart pounded, and he hesitated, the hairs on his arms standing on end. It sounded like…a woman?

Manish froze listening to the howling wind, rain and crashing waves. There it was again.  A definite scream. Manish’s broke into a run. Reaching the end of the alley, he peered around the building.

There, under a distant street lamp, he saw a young woman struggling against a group of men. As he reached for the phone to call the cops, he already knew who she was.

Snigdha.

THE END

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