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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 \u2014 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\u00a0write to me<\/a>\u00a0and the pictures will be taken down \u2014 no questions asked. <\/em>
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Monsoon drives through the Western Ghats are my all time favorites. That was why I chose to drive from Mumbai, my hometown, back to Bangalore, where I work.<\/p>\n\n\n

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The rain was steady at the start of the drive but had steadily picked up as I drove through Khandala on Bhor Ghat, the lush greenery blanketed by clouds and fog.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The road twisted like a snake through the mist, and I rolled the window down just enough to let in that crisp, rain-washed mountain air. I sang along with my favorite oldies blaring through the speakers on high volume.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The usually fast moving traffic slowed as the rain intensified before coming to a crawl and then coming to a complete standstill.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

*Damn it*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Spotting a highway cop in a sodden raincoat, I stepped out in the rain, “What’s the problem?” I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Accident ahead,” he said impatiently as his radio came alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I heard my phone ringing and dived back in the comfort of my SUV and killed the engine as I answered the phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Where have you reached?” Mandar asked as soon as I answered. I had hired Mandar \u2013 a nerdy computer geek \u2013 in our IT department. He had just got married and moved to Bangalore from Pune. I became his mentor and we became good friends. He called me \u201cDada\u201d or elder brother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJust past Khandala, stuck in traffic,\u201d I told him, wiping rainwater from my face. \u201cSome accident up ahead, sounds messy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot far from Akshada’s village,” Mandar said. “There’s a side road that goes through her village. Check how far you are from it if you see anyone around.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mandar and Akshada had just got married when I hired him. I vaguely remembered her as a pretty girl with twinkling, talkative eyes, from a couple office parties that she had come to — a shy, traditional woman, clearly from a rural background.<\/p>\n\n\n

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\u201cHang on, there’s a cop here. I will hand him the phone.\u201d I got out of the car again and walked up to the cop. Speaking in Marathi, I told him that I had my colleague, who is from this area is on the phone and wanted to talk with him. He wasn’t happy but took the phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The two spoke for a while before the cop ended the call and handed the phone back to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“If you turn around and drive about 2 or 3 kms back, you will see an exit that should take you to your friend’s village,” he said. “the road isn’t in good condition, so be careful.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I thanked the cop and ducked back into my car, rainwater dripping from my hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Thanks Mandar, you are a lifesaver,” I said gunning my car and turning around, “he said I am just 2 or 3 km from the exit.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The exit was easy to miss\u2014just a narrow crack in the greenery, barely wide enough for my SUV. I slowed down, tires crunching over loose gravel as I turned onto the mud-slicked path.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The road was a mess. Potholes hid under shallow puddles, and the heavy rain made it worse. My wipers worked overtime as the jungle crowded in, branches slapping the windshield like wet hands.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Okay, Mandar,” I muttered, gripping the wheel tighter, “where the hell does your wife live again?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“She lives with me you fool. But she’s visiting her village right now to take care of some ancestral property issues. It’s not too far. Usually about an hour from the exit, but may take longer with the rain and bad roads,” he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We ended the call after some more small talk. It took me over two hours of crawling on the largely unpaved road before I reached the outskirts of a quaint village.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The village looked like something out of an old postcard\u2014rustic, quiet, with smoke curling from a few chimneys despite the rain. The road got better through the village. On the outskirts, I noticed a faded white house in the distance, cut off from civilization in a paddy farm — the ancestral property Mandar had described.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I drove past and out of the village, only to come to a stop ten minutes later. Construction workers were busy at work, clearing what looked like a landslide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I rolled down my window, rain spattering my arm. “How long till this gets cleared?” I shouted over the downpour in Marathi.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Maybe tomorrow or day after tomorrow, bhau (brother),” one of the workers shrugged, wiping mud from his hands “as long as the weather doesn’t get worse.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I groaned, raindrops tapping impatiently on the roof. *Great*. No way back, no way forward. The network was poor — just two bars. I cursed as I called Mandar back and explained the situation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAny lodges you know of in your wife\u2019s village?\u201d I asked Mandar, adjusting the AC as rainwater dripped from my hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLodges?\u201d He laughed. \u201cIt\u2019s a tiny village, man. Why don’t you do one thing? Go back to the village. I\u2019ll call Akshada\u2014she\u2019ll be expecting you. You can stay there till they fix the road.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Are you sure man? They said it could be a couple days.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Don’t worry, she’s harmless, not a homicidal maniac,” he said laughing, “now don’t be silly and just go to her place. I am calling her now.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The village looked even smaller and prettier the second time. I pulled up to the entrance of the farm, had to get out to open the rusting gate and then again to close it. As I drove a few hundred meters and approached the house, I noticed Akshada standing at the door.<\/p>\n\n\n

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She stood under the eaves, tying her hair in a bun, her saree clinging to her slim body, her warm and welcoming smile contrasting the depressing storm-gray sky. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Namaskar Dada, kase ahaat?” she asked, as I pulled over next to where she was standing, cut the engine and stepped out of the car.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I am good Akshada, nice to see you again. Wish it was better circumstances though. Mandar suggested….”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I know and he was right. Our house is your house Dada, come in na,” she said warmly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I popped the trunk and she helped me unload the couple bags I had. I grabbed the heavier suitcase and let her get my backpack. Just then, thunder cracked overhead, loud enough to make us both jump. Akshada let out a shriek and jumped, colliding against me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Scared of thunder?” I asked steadying her and taking the backpack from her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Akshada gripped my arm, her fingers trembling. \u201cEver since I was a kid,\u201d she admitted, forcing a laugh. Her eyes darted to the darkening sky as another low rumble rolled through the hills.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Let’s go in,” I suggested. The rain was coming down harder now, soaking through my shirt and drenching her saree fast. She didn\u2019t let go of my arm, clutching it like a lifeline as we hurried inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The house smelled of incense and old wood\u2014warm and faintly sweet. Akshada finally let go of my arm, blushing awkwardly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Nice place,” I said looking around, not wanting to embarrass her more and avoiding looking at her rain soaked saree clinging to her curves. Water dripped from the pallu onto the polished wooden floor as she brushed water off her hair and wiped her face with her pallu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She hurried off and returned with a towel, handing it to me before tightening her own damp pallu self-consciously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cChai?\u201d she offered, trying to sound casual, though her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her saree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPerfect,\u201d I grinned, rubbing my hair dry. “Need help?”<\/p>\n\n\n

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“No Dada, you get comfortable. I will be right back with chai,” she said smiling warmly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I settled on the couch and watched her hurry toward the kitchen, the damp fabric of her saree clinging just a little too perfectly. The storm rattled the windows, and I heard a yelp and clatter as thunder cracked again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEverything okay?\u201d I called, drying my arms with the towel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFine!\u201d Her voice was too high, too quick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Realizing she was scared, I waked through the open doorway she had disappeared through, finding her fumbling with the utensils, her hands shaking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A teacup lay overturned on the counter, dark tea pooling around it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEk minute, ek minute.\u201d I said rushing to her side, “let me take care of this.” I grabbed a rag and wiped the spill.<\/p>\n\n\n

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\u201cSorry,\u201d she mumbled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. \u201cStorms\u2026 silly, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNah.\u201d I leaned against the counter, keeping my tone easy. \u201cI am scared of water and numbers. I knew a guy who used to hide under the bed during storms.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That got a soft laugh out of her. She turned back to the stove, and tried pouring the chai again with shaking hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTell you what,\u201d I said casually, taking the kettle from her hand, \u201cwhy don\u2019t I pour?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Thank you Dada,” She said gratefully, passing me the kettle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The ginger-chai smelled inviting in the cold. Akshada stirred in the sugar, her bangles clinking softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMandar mentioned property trouble,\u201d I said, handing her a cup. \u201cAnything I can help with while I\u2019m stuck here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n

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Her lips pressed together. \u201cIt\u2019s\u2026 complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I have all the time,” I said, “as long as you are comfortable sharing.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Akshada sighed, stirring her chai absentmindedly. \u201cAnna Patil\u2014the local goon\u2014wants my grandfather\u2019s land. Says our papers are fake.\u201d Her knuckles whitened around the cup. \u201cMandu tried talking to him, but\u2026\u201d She trailed off, biting her lip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I snorted. \u201cLet me guess. Mandar\u2019s \u2018talking\u2019 involved polite emails with earnest requests?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She laughed despite herself. \u201cWith bullet points.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another thunderclap made her flinch, tea sloshing. Her sari slipped slightly, exposing a hint of collarbone before she tugged it back up. \u201cI\u2019ve got a lawyer coming next week\u201d she muttered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Let me get my Superman suit out of the suitcase and we won’t have to wait for the lawyer,” I said, “if you can show me to the guest room.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Of course, Superman needs his cape,” she said smiling and stood up. I picked up the bags and followed her to a completely empty room, my eyes taking in the sway of her hips in the dripping wet saree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I will get you a mattress, sorry nobody lives here anymore, so it’s not much for comfort,” she said, turning to leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No problem,” I said, setting my bags down. “A mattress sounds perfect. But let me help you\u2014no way you’re lugging it alone in that wet saree.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She hesitated, then nodded. “It\u2019s in the storeroom.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Lead the way,” I said setting my suitcase and backpack on the floor and following her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

*Bad idea*, my brain warned as I watched the sway of her hips. But another part of me said *Lucky Mandar*.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The storeroom smelled like old wood and mothballs. A single dusty bulb flickered overhead as Akshada tugged at a rolled-up mattress wedged between rusty trunks.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Here,” she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I grabbed the other end, our fingers brushing. She yanked her hand back too fast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Let me,” I said, lifting it. It wasn\u2019t heavy, just awkward. She grabbed fresh sheets, pillows and a blanket and led the way back, my eyes drinking in the curves of her dripping wet body *Don’t go there you horny bastard* said a voice in my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The mattress hit the floor with a soft thump. Akshada smoothed the sheets, her fingers lingering near the edge. “Can I get you anything else Dada?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

*Just yourself* I thought, \u201cI am fine, Akshada, really, but you should probably change, and maybe I should too\u201d I said, nodding at her wet sari. A blush spread up her neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRight. I\u2019ll\u2014uh\u2014get into dry clothes.\u201d She said wrapping her arms around her body self-consciously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She stepped out quickly, and I changed into dry clothes, my mind still replaying the way her wet sari clung to her curves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A soft knock came at the open door about an hour later. “Dada? Lunch is ready.” she said, leaning against the door frame. She had changed into a simple cotton saree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Smells amazing,” I said when we got back to the kitchen and sat cross-legged on the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n

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She smiled. “Just varan-bhaat, papad and pickles. Village food\u2014nothing fancy.” she said setting a plate in front of me and another across from me for her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Aila! I haven’t had varan in years. You just made my day!” I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She served me first\u2014big scoops of steaming rice and varan, followed by a big scoop of ghee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I took a bite. “Damn. Mandar, you lucky bastard.” I said closing my eyes and appreciating the flavors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Akshada laughed, her eyes crinkling at the edges. “Mandar can’t even tell varan from Maggi,” she said, serving herself. “He just shovels it in.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We ate in comfortable silence, the rain drumming against the roof. Every now and then, thunder rumbled, making her grip her spoon a little tighter. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was clearing the plates when there was a sharp knock on the door. She washed her hands and went to answer the door and I started washing the dishes.<\/p>\n\n\n

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\u201cAkshada bai,\u201d he drawled, \u201cstill pretending this land is yours?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Akshada\u2019s voice was tense. \u201cI showed you the papers\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFake papers.\u201d Patil flicked the document dismissively. \u201cFinal warning. Sign it over, or\u2026\u201d he leaned in and added in a lustful whisper, “come over to my home for a night and we can have some fun.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My hands froze in the soapy water when I heard Patil\u2019s slimy voice. Akshada\u2019s reply was quiet but firm\u2014good girl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I dried my hands and strolled to the door, leaning against the frame casually. \u201cProblem, sweetheart?\u201d I asked, eyeing the greasy bastard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Patil\u2019s beady eyes flicked to me. \u201cAnd who are you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I am Mandar, her husband. Clearly, polite emails don’t work with you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Patil blinked, caught off guard. \u201cMandar? But\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n

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Akshada shot me a quick glance, then played along. \u201cSee na Mandar, Anna wants me to go to his house for a night and have fun with him. Like we don’t have enough fun.\u201d She said tucking her arm through mine, pressing close as she looked up at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On an impulse, I wrapped my arm around Akshada\u2019s waist and kissed her lips before pulling her to me, protectively. I felt her gasp when our lips met and could feel her racing heartbeat against me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“How about we have fun Anna, or do you only bully women?” I asked curling my fingers into a threatening fist. Akshada squeezed my arm, thanking me silently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Patil’s face twisted like he’d bitten into a raw onion. He took a step back, glancing me up and down. “You… you’re Mandar? I did not mean it like that… Kaay Akshada bai. I did not mean like that.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Patil\u2019s face went sour. He spat on the ground near our feet. \u201cFine. But papers or no papers, this land won\u2019t stay yours much longer,\u201d he growled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Akshada tensed beside me. I squeezed her waist lightly, keeping up the act. \u201cThen we\u2019ll see you in court, Anna,\u201d I said with a lazy grin.<\/p>\n\n\n

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He muttered under his breath, shuffling away through the mud. The moment he was out of sight, Akshada let out a shaky breath and untangled herself from me, cheeks flushed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSorry about that,\u201d I rubbed the back of my neck, \u201chad to sell the lie.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She smoothed her saree, avoiding my eyes, her blush evident on her face. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo, it helped. Mandar would\u2019ve just…\u201d She made a vague, polite gesture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I snorted. \u201cEmailed his lawyer CC\u2019ing everyone to add a sexual harassment charge?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That got a laugh out of her. \u201cHe\u2019ll be back, you know. With thugs\u201d she said after an awkward pause.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI doubt it. Barking dogs don’t bite.\u201d I said reassuringly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I followed her in, my mind wandered back to the warmth of her body against me. Those few seconds of her pressed against me and the feel of her lips against mine\u2014*dangerous thoughts, man*.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The door clicked shut behind us, sealing out the rain… and the trouble brewing outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The next morning, I woke up to the sound of a prayer bell from the courtyard. Sunlight slipped through the wooden shutters, painting stripes across the mattress. The air smelled like wet earth and jasmine, the rain having taken a break.<\/p>\n\n\n

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I stretched, my muscles still uncoiling from yesterday\u2019s tension. The mattress was thin but comfortable, and for a moment, I forgot where I was. Then the events of the previous evening rushed back\u2014the confrontation with Anna Patil, the kiss I\u2019d pressed to Akshada\u2019s lips to sell our ruse. Heat prickled at the back of my neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I got out of bed and looked out of the window. Akshada was holding a prayer thali, going around a Tulsi plant, singing a prayer song. She had already had a shower, her hair was in a bun under a damp towel and she was draped in a well worn, comfortable looking cotton saree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her slender fingers moved with practiced grace, flicking water from a small brass spoon onto the leaves. The morning light caught the gold bangles at her wrists, scattering tiny reflections across the damp earth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For a moment, I just watched her. There was something calming about the ritual, the way her voice softened on the verses, the way her cotton sari swayed as she circled the plant. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I watched as she walked up to an idol of Lord Ganesha in the courtyard — their ancestral deity I guessed — and started speaking out her prayers.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Ganpati Bappa, daya kara (have mercy),” she started, “you know everything, please bless me with a child. You know Mandu and I have been trying for a couple years now. Please, Bappa,” she whispered, pressing her palms together, “just this one wish. I want to be a mother.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her voice cracked just a little and she wiped her cheeks quickly, like she was brushing away more than just sweat — tears?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I froze. This wasn\u2019t meant for my ears, but I was hearing of their bedroom life and couldn’t help listening. As she finished her prayer and headed back towards the house, I went to the bathroom. The door almost came apart in my hand. *Great*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The wood was rotted, probably from years of monsoon dampness. I nudged it shut. No lock. *Just Perfect*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I freshened up noisily, brushed my teeth and made my way to the kitchen, following the aroma of Poha and chai.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Akshada turned as I stepped into the kitchen, her eyes a little red-rimmed but smiling. “Good morning Dada. Hope you slept okay?”<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Like a log.” I said smiling, “how about you?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Off and on,” she said, looking down embarrassed, “you know, with the thunder and all.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I watching her pour chai into a steel cup. She handed it to me, fingers brushing mine just for a second\u2014enough to make my skin prickle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You must be hungry. Hope you are ok with Poha for breakfast, it’s almost ready.” She said taking a sip of her own chai.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I leaned against the counter, sipping the chai, trying to take my mind off the heat and aroma of soap coming from her body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“How can I help?” I asked taking another sip of chai.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She didn’t hesitate pointing to the dishes, she said, “could you set the plates on the floor, if you don’t mind, and maybe take the chai too. I will be right there with the poha.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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I set the plates down on the floor mat. The chai steamed between my fingers as I took another sip. She crouched beside me, balancing the hot poha pan. A strand of hair escaped her bun, curling at her temple. She blew it away absently while serving.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We ate in silence for a minute. The poha was perfect\u2014tangy, spicy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You cook like a pro,” I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She smirked. “Mandar survives on Maggi. Someone had to learn.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I grinned. “Beautiful wife who cooks like a pro. Lucky bastard.” The words came out before I could stop them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Outside, the sky rumbled\u2014low and threatening. Akshada\u2019s fingers tightened around her cup.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Another storm coming by the looks of it?\u201d I said, she just nodded, her forehead creased.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“I am worried Anna will be back with his gundas. You are a guest here. I won’t be able to forgive myself if they harm you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I can take care of myself.” I said, “but I am willing to bet he won’t be back, at least while I am still here.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her eyes flicked to the window where dark clouds gathered. “Don’t be so sure. He\u2019s not one to….”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The first fat raindrops hit the roof and thunder craked. Akshada flinched and let out a yelp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn’t help chuckling at her innocent discomfort.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Don’t laugh, Dada,” she said, smiling in embarrassment. “I just hate the sound of thunder. Always have.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I didn’t mean to laugh, I am sorry. I totally understand,”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Here,” I said, pushing my half-empty cup of chai toward her. “Drink. It’ll calm your nerves.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She hesitated, then took it, her lips touching the spot where mine had been. A weird flutter hit my chest. Just as suddenly as the rain had started, it stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Finishing the chai, she stood up, “I better fetch the water and wood while there’s a break from the rain.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m not letting you go alone,” I said grabbing the big wooden basket while she picked up a couple pails, “what if you decide to jump in the well at the next thunder?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We stepped out into the muddy path, the basket between us. The village smelled fresh after the rain\u2014wet soil, cow dung, and something sweet like ripe mangoes. Akshada’s saree dragged through puddles, but she didn\u2019t seem to care.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A stray dog trotted past, wagging its tail at her. She scratched its ears like they were old friends.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The well was just inside the gate of the farm. As Akshada lowered the bucket, her bangles clinked. I grabbed the rope to help. Our shoulders brushed.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“We should hurry,” she said, glancing at the darkening sky and picking up a pail. I picked up the other and the basket for wood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A distant rumble made her jump and she sloshed some of the water over her saree. “Damn it,” she said cursing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Tough girl,” I said, chuckling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Take that tough guy,” she said punching my arm hard with a familiarity of old friends, like she\u2019d done it a hundred times before. Something about that made my chest feel tight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thunder growled again, closer this time. Her grip on the pail turned white-knuckled as she spilled more water on her saree, pretty much drenching it from the waist down. Without thinking, I shifted the pail I was carrying into the basket and lifted it over my head, steadying it with one hand and grabbed her free hand.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Relax,” I said. “Just noise.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She didn’t pull away. Her palm was warm against mine, damp from the pail handle. The wind tossed that loose strand of hair across her face again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We reached the porch and I set the pail down, picking up the basket to go in search for wood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bending down, she grabbed her wet saree, wring the rain water out of it. I stared at the hint of cleavage that peeked above her blouse. The sight of her looking sexy as hell, making me gulp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ever thought of the scandal it would have caused,” she said without looking up, continuing to wring her saree, her breasts moving in her blouse with every movement, causing a stirring in my pants, “if the villagers had seen you holding my hand?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“They’d think I was Mandar. Worked yesterday.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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“You got lucky yesterday,” she said putting on a show for me without realizing it as she continue to stay bent over, wringing water from her saree, “Anna hasn’t met Mandar and wasn’t invited to the wedding. This is a small village and everyone knows everyone else. Half the village was at the wedding, so that ruse might not have worked.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’re right, I sure got lucky yesterday,” I said thinking of the kiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She straightened up, cheeks turning pink clearly realizing what I was referring to. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Look at me\u2014half-drenched like a drowned kitten.” she mumbled trying to change the subject.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m looking.” I said without thinking and she realized I was staring at her exposed navel and cleavage. She straightened her pallu and covered her belly and cleavage, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Lucky bastard,” I mumbled, averting my eyes, “Where’s the wood shed?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Behind the house,” she said, pointing with her chin while squeezing water from her sari’s edge. I headed off in the direction she had pointed as she picked up the pails and hurried indoors.<\/p>\n\n\n

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She had changed again by the time I returned with the wood, my clothes covered in grime.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I think I need a shower,” I said dropping the wood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She laughed, “Shower city boy? We are lucky to get electricity for a couple hours a day, think we would have a shower?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I chuckled. “Guess I\u2019m bucket-bathing then.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Let me heat up water for you,” she said still giggling, “go get fresh clothes. Hot water should be ready in 10 minutes or so.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

*Calm down tiger, keep it in your pants* I said to myself as I removed fresh clothes and toiletries out of my suitcase.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Water’s ready,” I heard her cry out from the bathroom a short while later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I grabbed my stuff and headed to the bathroom, my pulse kicking up when I saw her standing by the bucket, steam curling around her. The pink flush hadn\u2019t left her cheeks.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Hope it\u2019s hot enough,” she murmured, avoiding my eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I dipped a finger in. “Perfect.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She nodded and turned to leave but paused at the door, “The door doesn’t lock.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I know,” I said, “I discovered that engineering masterpiece while freshening up earlier.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She smiled at the joke. “Need anything else?” she asked, her fingers fumbled with the door handle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wanted to invite her to join me, but shook my head, turning my back to her to hide my growing erection. Unzipping my toiletries bag, I started taking out the soap and shampoo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Ok then,” I heard behind me, followed by the creak of the door as she closed it as far as it would go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stripped naked, sat on the stool, my back to the door, and poured the water over my head. The hot water stung my skin at first, then melted the tension from hauling wood. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I shampooed my hair and soaped by body, half-hoping that rotten door would creak open and she would appear, naked to join me. I had a raging erection as I bathed.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Dada, towel ahe ka? I didn’t see you take a towel, so I got you one.” Akshada said from outside the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Shit, I forgot.” I said standing up and turning towards the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I heard a sharp intake of breath and light came in through the crack in the wood of the door. I realized she was probably watching through the crack and just saw my erection.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Can you hand it through the door?” I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was a pause before I heard, “Yes,” in a craked voice. I opened the door a little and her hand slid through holding the towel. I resisted the temptation to grab her wrist and drag her into the bathroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Thanks,” I said taking the towel, but leaving the door open a little, just in case she decided to continue watching.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I resumed bathing, I saw the light through the crack in the door disappear. *Naughty girl* I thought and smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The towel was rough against my skin. I wrapped it around my waist and stepped out. She was chopping vegetables in the kitchen and avoided eye contact.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“How can I help?” I asked when I made my way back to the kitchen. She was still cutting vegetables.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Just peel these potatoes,” she muttered, sliding a bowl toward me, avoiding eye contact. Her fingers trembled slightly around the knife. I grabbed a peeler, our elbows bumping.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Thunder cracked. The knife clattered and she jumped with a shriek. We both bent down to pick up the knife, our heads bumping.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Aaai ga…” she said rubbing her forehead as she stood up. I picked up the knife and stood up too, handing her the knife. I noticed her glance at my crotch before averting her eyes, her cheeks going beet red. If there was any doubt that she had been watching me bathe, her fleeting glace made it obvious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The tension between us was thick enough to cut with that knife. I peeled quietly and she chopped silently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thunder boomed. Lantern flickered. Knife clattered. Akshada screamed, not just in fear, but also in pain. She was holding a cut finger, her eyes closed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Shit!” I muttered and grabbed her wrist, blood welled from a thin cut. Without thinking — or maybe thinking too much — I sucked on her finger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her breath hitched when my mouth closed around her finger. Her chest was heaving and a soft moan escaped her lips. As my tongue swiped over the cut, sucking her finger, I could see goosebumps form on her arms.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Better?” I asked after sucking her finger for a minute or two. She just nodded, still avoiding eye contact, her hand heading for the knife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I better take of the cutting today,” I said grabbing the knife first. “You take care of the cooking.” She merely nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Any Band Aid in the house? I have some in the car…”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Top drawer… first aid kit… my bedroom,” she stammered the words out, still avoiding eye contact, her voice sounding hoarse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Be right back,” I said, wiping my hands on a towel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her bedroom smelled like sandalwood and her perfume. The first aid kit was one shelf lower than where she\u2019d said it would be, tucked between a few folded saaris and — fuck, her lace panties. I hesitated but shut the horny thoughts out of my head, grabbed the kit and backed out fast, heat prickling my ears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was still by the counter, sucking her finger — and my saliva.<\/p>\n\n\n

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\u201cThought you said top drawer, I said opening the kit and fishing out a Band-Aid\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI meant\u2026\u201d She hesitated, her eyes going wide, probably realizing where it actually was \u201cnever mind.\u201d Her blush said everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I grabbed her wrist and pressed the Band-Aid to her cut. Her skin was warm under my fingers, not letting go of her hand when I was done.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She stared at our hands\u2014mine still wrapped around hers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Thanks.” Her whisper was so quiet I almost missed it. She kept staring at our hands, making no effort to pull her hand out of mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thunder roared again, shaking the walls. Akshada jerked against me, her fingers tightening around mine, her body pressing against me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I held her, feeling the warmth of her body. The storm howled outside, rattling the windows. Akshada pressed closer, her breath warm against my chest.<\/p>\n\n\n

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A lantern flickered, casting shadows across her face. The air smelled like rain and turmeric from the half-cut vegetables. Her damp sari clung to her curves where she\u2019d leaned into me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Neither of us moved. I wanted to do a lot of things and a part of me was beginning to stir. Then\u2014stupidly, perfectly\u2014my stomach growled. Loud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Akshada burst out laughing, the tension snapping like a rubber band.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I better finish cooking before your belly thunders start scaring me.” she said, giggling. She turned away and started stirring the daal as soon as I let go and I started chopping vegetables — the air between us charged, the tension palpable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We finished cooking and ate silently. After we were done eating, Akshada scraped the plates into a bucket for the stray dogs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You wash, I\u2019ll wipe?” she asked, handing me the soap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I rolled up my sleeves, our fingers brushing again. The water sloshed as I scrubbed, the noise hiding our silence. She dried each plate slowly, staring at her reflection in the steel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Stop staring, Dada,” she said, “I can feel your eyes on me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Not staring,” I said smiling, “just admiring the chef of the century and trying to decide what’s better — your beauty or your cooking.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She flicked the dishcloth at me playfully, leaving a damp spot on my shirt. “Maybe both,” she teased, then immediately looked embarrassed, as if she’d said too much. The silence stretched, filled only by the drip of the faucet.<\/p>\n\n\n

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I glanced at my watch, 4:00 pm. “I was right after all,” I said, “Anna didn’t show.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You are right,” she said looking out the window at the darkening sky, “or maybe he’s gone in search of kryptonite to fight Superman here.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The tension broken, we made our way to the living room, where a puddle was forming on the floor, right next to the couch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fuck, the roof’s leaking,” Akshada muttered, dragging a tin bucket under the drip. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She grabbed a rag and knelt to wipe the floor, her sari tightening around her hips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Maybe I can help fix the leak. Is there a step ladder or a stool I can climb on. And any tools?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Have to check the storeroom,” she said continuing to wipe the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I headed off in the direction of the room we had got the mattress and pillows from the previous day. I found a rusted toolbox under a stack of burlap sacks. In it were nails, hammer and an assortment of other tools. <\/p>\n\n\n

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I looked around for a ladder but couldn’t find one. The couch was too low. I needed something taller to reach the roof. As I looked around, I found some plastic sheets that would be useful to create a barrier. The only thing tall enough was a wooden stool by a wall. It creaked as I dragged it into the light coming in through the window. I shook it. Wobbly, but it would have to do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I returned to the living room with the stuff I had found. She had finished cleaning the water and was tucking her pallu into her saree at the hip. Every movement of this woman was pure grace and seduction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She took the toolbox and the plastic sheets from me as I positioned the stool under the leak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It feels unsteady. This could get ugly,” I said taking the toolbox from her hand and fishing out a few nails that I slipped into my pocket and grabbed a hammer. I took the plastic sheets from her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hold on to it, if you don’t mind.” I said climbing on the stool and getting to work, a steady stream of water falling on me and her as I worked. The stool gave a few scares but held till I was almost done. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We were both drenched when I looked down at her with a broad grin, “Superman is also a handyman,” I said.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Show off. Now get down before the stool gives way.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As if on cue, the stool wobbled violently and gave way. I lost balance, flailing. Her hands gripped my waist as I came crashing down, grabbing her shoulders. We wobbled together, and landed on the couch–her on top of me, her body pressed against mine, drenched and breathless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I held on to her, her face inches from mine, water dripping off her hair, her body warm and inviting, her eyes smoldering with hunger. Her breath hitched. Water dripped from her nose onto my lips. I licked it off without thinking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her hips pressed against mine, and I felt my erection press against her. Surely she had to have felt it. My hands slid to her waist as she made a small sound\u2014not protest, but not quite surrender.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The storm outside roared, but all I heard was our ragged breathing. We just stayed there, her eyes begging me to take her, my erection pressing against her right between her legs, letting her know I wanted to. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

All I had to do was lift my head an inch and my lips would be on hers. I caressed her ass, pulling her into my erection. Her breath came fast. I could feel her hips shift just slightly\u2014testing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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And then, a phone rang and shattered the moment like glass. Akshada gasped and scrambled off me, her damp sari clinging to every curve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Mandar,” she said looking at me guiltily as she picked up the phone and answered it.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Hello? Yes… no, everything’s fine,” Akshada said, her voice too high. She glanced at me, cheeks burning. “He’s right here, he… fixed the roof leak.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A beat of silence. She nibbled her lip, twisting her pallu. “No, no trouble from Anna. Dada scared him off good yesterday. Yes, the roads are still blocked…”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mandar\u2019s muffled voice crackled through. Akshada\u2019s shoulders slumped. “I miss you too,” she murmured, eyes darting to me before flicking away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“He said the highway has been cleared but there’s been another landslide on the other side of the village. We are locked in. Said he’s been monitoring the Pune news channels. He said to keep our phones on the charger because we could lose electricity and also warned that mobile networks could go down if the storm took out a tower.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Guess I\u2019m stuck playing handyman a while longer.” I said nodding before glancing at my watch, “didn’t realize we worked the entire evening away. It’s already 6.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I better cook dinner,” she said picking up the scattered tools and handing me the toolbox.<\/p>\n\n\n

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I gathered the shattered pieces of the stool and carried it along with the toolbox and remaining plastic to the storeroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I returned, she was heating water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I think I need a bath,” she said, handing me a towel to dry up, “what about you?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

*We could take one together* I thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Go ahead,” I said taking the towel from her. “I will get started on dinner, especially the chopping.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She disappeared into the bathroom holding on to the other towel she was holding, while I grabbed the knife. That’s when I noticed the clothes she had forgotten on the counter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I chuckled, picking up the forgotten clothes\u2014a soft cotton kurta-pajama set and a delicate dupatta. Sandwiched between them were a set of matching white lace bra and panties. My fingers caressed her panties and my cock sprang to attention.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Hey, you forgot your clothes here,” I shouted from kitchen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fuck!” I heard her curse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Want me to come over and hand them to you like you handed me the towel I forgot?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Nooo!” a bit too urgent and desperate, probably thinking I will sneak a peek at her nakedness the way she had.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I waited, holding and smelling her clothes. Five minutes, then ten. Then the bathroom door creaked and she stepped out, the towel draped around her body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Water was dripping off her hair and her body was dripping wet under the towel. The towel was short, temptingly short. <\/p>\n\n\n

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It barely covered her nipples at the top, revealing most of her cleavage and …the curve of her hips at the bottom. A bead of water slid down her collarbone, disappearing beneath the towel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her eyes rested on the obvious bulge of my crotch, her eyes going wide and cheeks turning beet red. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She extended her hand for her clothes, her eyes never leaving my crotch. I kept silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Give me my clothes, Dada.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Did you forget a word?” I said teasing, dangling her panties.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Please?” she whimpered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Lucky you,” I said to the panties, “you get to be in the most beautiful place in the world.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Dada!!!” she gasped, her eyes going wide at the bold comment and face turning beet red.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She bit her lower lip as I handed over the clothes. The damp air clung to us, thick with something unspoken.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Thanks,” she muttered, clutching the bundle to her chest.<\/p>\n\n\n

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I leaned against the doorframe, watching her retreat. That towel didn\u2019t hide much\u2014just enough to drive me crazy. Her hips swayed, every step a tease.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then she paused, glancing over her shoulder. “You\u2019re staring.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Can\u2019t help it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She vanished into the bedroom, closing the door. The sound of fabric rustling, her soft curse when something snagged\u2026 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few minutes later, she stepped out, dressed in the kurta-pajama, the dupatta hanging off one shoulder, her wet hair clinging to her neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Stop staring, Dada, please.” she said moving past me into the kitchen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Then what should I do?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Dinner is not going to cook itself,” she said handing me the knife.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Like before, we cooked and ate in silence, the tension between us and her furtive glances at my crotch making her interest and inner conflict obvious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The storm of conflict raging in her was as fierce as the storm outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After dinner, I took care of the dishes while she put the leftovers away. Back in the living room, she checked her phone. No signal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Dada, can you check if you have any signal? I don’t have any.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No bars here either,” I said, “The storm must have taken out a tower or something.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We sat silently for a while. Not sure who suggested calling it a day, but soon, we were headed to our respective bedrooms. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stripped down to my underwear and lay in the mattress, listening to the sound of rain and thunder, my mind revisiting the day’s events. I don’t know when I drifted off to sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I woke up with a start. Was that the thunder or did I hear a scream? Fearing Anna’s goons could have chosen the dark to launch an attack, I stepped to my bedroom door and peered out. Nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stepped to Akshada’s bedroom door and tried the handle. It wasn’t locked. She was laying in bed, curled into a ball, her body shaking.<\/p>\n\n\n

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A whimper slipped from her lips as another thunderclap shook the house. Her fingers clutched the pillow tighter against her chest, like it was a life vest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stepped closer. “Akshada?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She gasped, clutching the pillow. “D-Dada?” Her voice trembled. “I\u2014the thunder…”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sat on the edge of the bed, rain pounding the roof. “It’s just noise, nothing to\u2014”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A deafening crack split the sky. She yelped and lunged towards me, fingers digging into my arm. “Please stay. Just… till it stops?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My pulse kicked up. Stupid. Dangerous. But her shaking hands and face sweating with fear, made it hard to say no.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I slid under the covers stiffly, leaving space between us. She didn’t move away. Another thunder made her shiver and shudder. I held her, literally spooning her wearing only my underwear, my erection pressed against her. Her nails dug into my arm harder, her body pressing against mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She screamed when thunder cracked again, turned and threw her arms around me, holding on for dear life, her body trembling. Her face was inches from mine, her breasts pressed against my bare chest, her eyes clamped shut, my growing harness pressing against her warmth, wanting to be inside her.<\/p>\n\n\n

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I couldn’t help it. I kissed her lips. She went still. For a second, I thought she’d push me away. Then her eyes, opened slowly, meeting mine. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her lips parted and my tongue found hers. Then her fingers curled into my hair. The kiss deepened, hungry. Her breath hitched when my hands slid under her kurta, tracing the dip of her spine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Dada…” She gasped between kisses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“All you have to say is, stop.” I mumbled into her neck.<\/p>\n\n\n

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She didn\u2019t. I slid the zipper of her kurta and caressed her back. Sliding it off one shoulder, I kissed her exposed skin. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She moaned, clutching my hair tighter. I unhooked her bra and slid the strap off her shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her breath came in short gasps as my fingers trailed down her bare back. I could feel her heartbeat pounding against my chest\u2014wild, frantic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lightning flashed outside, throwing shadows across her face. For a second, I saw hesitation in her eyes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then another thunderclap struck, and she arched against me with a whimper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My hands fumbled with the rest of her kurta, pushing it down past her waist. Her bra hung loose, one strap still clinging to her elbow. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I cupped her breast, thumb brushing her nipple. She gasped, fingers tightening in my hair. I nibbled on her other nipple.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStop me,\u201d I murmured into her nipple, “because I can’t stop myself.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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She didn\u2019t. She pulled me into her, driving her nipple in my mouth. I sucked hungrily and she groaned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her hand drifted lower, fingers trembling over the waistband of my underwear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDada, I…\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another crack of thunder. Her hips bucked against me, desperate.<\/p>\n\n\n

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We didn\u2019t speak after that. No more pretending. This time, she guided my face to hers and kissed me hungrily, sliding her tongue into my mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She slid her hand into my underwear, Her fingers wrapped around my hardness, hesitant at first, then bolder as I groaned. The rain hammered the roof like a drumbeat to our racing hearts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I peeled her kurta and bra off her body. I untied her pajama and peeled it off too. <\/p>\n\n\n

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I kissed her all over her panties, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me into her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I moved her panties aside and licked her slit, from bottom to top.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She gasped as my tongue traced her wet folds, her thighs trembling around my head. “Oh god\u2014” Her fingers pulled my hair roughly, sharp little tugs that sent heat straight to my cock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sucked gently, teasing with my tongue until her hips jerked. Her breath came in short, sharp pants, her legs squeezing tight. <\/p>\n\n\n

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“Dada, I\u2014” Lightning flashed, cutting her off. She grabbed my hair and pulled me into her, almost as a reaction to the thunder. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I slid my tongue into her, tasting her. She was even more delicious than her cooking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She clutched the sheets as my tongue worked deeper, her back arching off the bed, driving her pussy into my mouth. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The storm was forgotten, the thunder outside had no impact as her body surrendered to the building thunder between her legs.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Oh God, yes,” she groaned as I sucked on her clit, “don’t stop, Dada, don’t stop.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn’t have stopped now, even if she asked me to. I needed her to cum in my mouth, I needed to fill her with my seed. Not once, not twice, but over and over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her moans grew louder, fingers twisting in the sheets. I could feel her thighs tightening, that telltale tremble before \u2013<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Aaaiii gaaa….” Her back arched, pressing her pussy harder against my mouth as she came with a sharp cry, her body trembling.<\/p>\n\n\n

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I lapped up every drop, savoring her taste. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She shook for well over a minute before collapsing onto the bed, breath ragged, cheeks flushed. I didn’t stop, I kept licking, sucking, biting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh God!!!!!” she groaned as I ate her out, my hands reaching up her body and pinching her nipples.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Dada, please\u2014” Her breath hitched when I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Tell me what you want,” I growled in her pussy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Don’t stop,” she moaned. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I devoured her hungrily, her hips bucking and thrusting her pussy into my mouth. I slid a finger into her dripping wet pussy.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Her thighs tightened around my head as I licked her faster, fingers thrusting deep. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cD-Dada\u2026 yes\u2026 *yes*!\u201d Her voice cracked when I found that spot inside her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her hips jerked\u2014once, twice\u2014before she came again with a choked cry, hands fisting the sheets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t let up. My tongue swirled over her clit, teasing it back to life. She whimpered, oversensitive, but her body arched into me anyway. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo, I can\u2019t\u2014*oh god*\u2014 Aai gaaaaa……\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n

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Her third climax hit harder. Her legs shook and her pussy erupted, feeding me fountains of her delicious honey.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her body was still shuddering when she grabbed my shoulders. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Dada, *please*\u2014” Her voice broke. “I need you inside me. *Now.*”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her hands fumbled with my underwear, shoving them down my hips. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The second I was free, her eyes went wide.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Dada, you are, so….” she licked her lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Huge!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw the head of my cock disappear in her mouth as she cupped my balls with one hand started stroking me with the other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her hands shook as she stroked me, eyes wide at how hard I was for her. <\/p>\n\n\n

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When she licked me from balls to tip, I almost lost it right there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“*Fuck*, Akshada…”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She took me deeper, her tongue swirling just under the head until my hips jerked. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She pulled back, panting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Dada… aat ghala\u2026 please\u2026I need you…. in me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I won’t be able to pull out Akshada,” I said kissing her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No, don’t….I want you to cum inside me.” Her eyes were dark, needy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The way she looked up at me\u2014like I was the answer to every prayer\u2014it wrecked me and turned me on at the same time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I lifted her onto the bed, her legs falling open. <\/p>\n\n\n

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She guided me to her opening and closed her eyes, throwing her back when I pushed forward, entering her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Aaaaaa\u2014!” Her nails dug into my back as I bottomed out. “G-go slow… first time…”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“First time?” I stilled, but she bucked her hips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“With… someone so big,” she gasped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That did it. Wrapping my lips around hers, I entered her mouth with my tongue and she sucked hungrily. I pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in, doing the same thing with my tongue as well. <\/p>\n\n\n

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She cried out, thighs clamping around my waist. “Again!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So I did. Again. And again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everything was wet\u2014the rain outside, her pussy, the sweat between us. She kept chanting “Dada” like a prayer, arching into every thrust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When her legs started shaking, I knew she was close. “One more, sweetness. Come for me.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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She shattered instantly, her climax ripping through her with a sob. I followed right after, filling her so deep her eyes rolled back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We stayed like that, panting, kissing, our sweaty bodies wrapped around each other, my cock buried in her. She whispered, “The storm\u2026 it\u2019s still here.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I kissed her neck. “Good. Means I don\u2019t have to leave yet.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her giggle was shaky, sweet. “I need more…. can you? Again, Dada?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We fucked through the night — the storm forgotten — and I ended up leaving three loads inside her pussy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Want anything else?” she asked from the bathroom doorway as I started undressing, getting ready for a bath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You.” I said, smiling at her.<\/p>\n\n\n

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She smiled and entered the bathroom, stripping her clothes while I watched, my cock rising as her clothes came off. She walked up to where I was sitting on the stool and settled in my lap, guiding my hardness into her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fuck, Dada…”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I feel so full. I feel you so deep inside me. It feels so… wonderful.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She started moving up and down, taking me deeper and deeper into her, her nails digging into my shoulders. <\/p>\n\n\n

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The bathroom steamed up around us, hiding nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wrapped my mouth around a nipple, grabbing her hips and thrusting upwards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Dada, *harder*\u2014”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stood up, her legs wrapped around my hips, my cock plowing in and out of her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Harder, Dada, harder,” she groaned, throwing her head back.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Akshada gasped as I lifted her against the steamy tiles, her back pressing into the wet surface. I slammed into her again, and again, and again, making her cry out in pleasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I pulled out, turning her over. She rested her hands against the wall and bent forward. I entered her from behind, plowing harder and deeper and faster.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The steam curled around us, her breaths sharp and desperate. Her back arched, pushing her ass against me, begging for more. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She trembled, her fingers slipping against the wet wall. I wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her steady as I drove deeper. Her moans got louder, wilder. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of skin slapping skin, our bodies slick and desperate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn\u2019t stop. Didn\u2019t want to. Every gasp, every whimper from her lips spurred me on. Her body clenched around me, tight and hot, pulling me closer to the edge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then she tensed, crying out as her climax hit. The way she shook, the way her nails dug into my arms\u2014it undid me. I slammed into her one last time, spilling my load inside her with a groan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We stayed like that, panting, still connected. Her body slumped against mine, breathless. We bathed each other. She gave special attention to my limp cock, caressing, kissing, stroking, sucking till it started stirring again.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Not bothering with the towels, I carried her to her bedroom, laying her on her back and buried my face into her pussy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Aaaaiiiii ga…. oh fuck, it feels so good” she groaned as I sucked on her clit. “you like my pussy so much, Dada?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fuck, yeah! way tastier than your cooking,” I mumbled into her pussy, “keeping feeding me your honey and I could eat you all day and all night.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Been kissed there, but not like this, never this long and haven’t cum this hard before, Dada.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That told me that either Mandar didn’t enjoy eating her out, or just didn’t know how. I didn’t care. I wanted the storm outside to never stop. I wanted to enjoy her for ever, devour her honey and fill her again and again, and again.<\/p>\n\n\n

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I started sucking her clit harder and faster, tracing the alphabets on it with my tongue. She shook her head from side to side, gasping, her hands fisting the sheets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Dada, please, I can’t handle it,” she begged, her voice hoarse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked up into her eyes, my lips glistening with her wetness. “Feed me,” I said, my voice hoarse, “I am hungry.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I gently bit on her clit sending her body over the cliff.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Aaaaaahhhhh….. Bappa!!!!! FUCK!!!!!” she screamed. Her pussy exploded like a volcano in my mouth, her juices flooded my mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I lapped it up like a animal, drink all of her. She was shaking, gasping, crying out loudly, “Fuck, Dada, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She pulled me up, her legs wrapped around my waist. She kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth, tasting herself on me. My cock was hard again, throbbing, hungry for her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I want you inside me,” she whispered, her voice breathless. “I want to feel you, all of you, filling me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her legs spread wide, inviting me in. I rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy, teasing her, making her squirm.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Fuck me, Dada. Please, fuck me,” she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I slid inside her, inch by inch, savoring the feel of her tight, hot flesh enveloping me. She moaned, her hips rising to meet mine, trying to take me deeper. I stayed still, letting her adjust to my size, wanting to draw out the exquisite torture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“More, Dada. I want more,” she whimpered, her nails digging into my back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I gave her more, thrusting deeper, harder. She moaned, her head thrown back, her body arching to meet me. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, along with her moans and my grunts.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Yes, Dada, right there,” she groaned, her voice raw with need.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I fucked her harder, my hips slamming against hers, my cock driving into her with force. She met me thrust for thrust, her body writhing beneath me, her breasts bouncing with each impact.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was a wild woman, unleashed, and it drove me fucking insane. Our bodies slapped together, sweat slicking our skin, making us glide and slide against each other. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, leaving marks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She loved it, her nails raking down my chest, leaving red trails.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes, yes, yes!” she shouted, her body trembling, her pussy clamping down on me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I felt my orgasm building, the pressure in my balls growing, my cock throbbing. I wanted to come, but I wanted to come with her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wanted to feel her body convulse around mine, to feel her pleasure amplify mine. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit, and I started rubbing it in circles, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Dada, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. “I’m close, so close. Aaaiiiii gaaaa….”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Come with me, Akshada,” I growled, my voice hoarse with effort. “Come on my cock. Let me feel you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I could feel the heat building, the pressure in my balls intensifying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Aaaaaaaaaaa……Oh FUCKKKK”, she screamed as her body convulsed around me, her orgasm ripping through her like a wildfire. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Her pussy clenched and unclenched around my cock, milking me, pulling me over the edge with her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“FUCK YES! AKSHADA!” I roared, stiffening and driving to the hilt into her, as I came, my cock pulsing and spilling into her with such force <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I almost saw stars. She shuddered and convulsed around me, her body tensing, then going lax as she rode out her own orgasm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We lay there, panting, our bodies slick with sweat, my cock still inside her, until our breathing returned to normal.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“I think…,” she mumbled, her voice soft and sated, drawing circles on my chest, “Ganpati Bappa answered my prayers.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Meaning?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Give me a baby, Dada, please.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the urgency behind it was unmistakable. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She looked up at me with those doe-like eyes, her lips swollen from my kisses, her cheeks flushed from our lovemaking.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“I want to be a mother, we have been trying for almost two years now. Please, Dada, don’t say no.” Her hand moved to my cock, stroking it gently, coaxing it back to life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked into her eyes, seeing the desperation, the need. I saw the woman who had been denied something she wanted so badly. I saw the wife who was loyal, who was kind, who was beautiful. And I saw the woman who was slowly unraveling under my touch, my words, my presence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Akshada,” I started, but she silenced me with a finger on my lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Please, Dada, don’t think, don’t talk. Just… let it happen.” She was right. Thinking was overrated. It was time to feel, to indulge, to drown in the moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I have just one condition,” I said, kissing her beautiful lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What’s that?” she asked, her fingers tracing the lines of my chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Feed me,” I said, “your delicious cooking too, but feed me your honey.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She smiled, her face still flushed from our recent encounter. <\/p>\n\n\n

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“Whatever you want, Dada, whenever you want and however much you want. I’ve never been eaten like that. I’d be a fool to say no.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I grinned, pulling her closer to me, her nipples hardening against my chest. “Let’s make a deal then. You feed me your honey, and I’ll make sure you’re always full, Akshada.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Deal.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The storm lasted seven days. For seven days, we were out of electricity and mobile network. For seven days and nights, we fucked like rabbits. Everywhere, all the time, day and night. Indoors and outdoors. In every position imaginable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She kept feeding my hungry mouth and I kept feeding her hungry pussy. But all good things come to an end. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Our phones died on the second day. We had left them on the chargers just in case power came back. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The storm finally passed on the eighth day, and with the clear skies came the electricity and mobile networks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was hammering into her, both of us teetering on the edge of release when her phone rang.<\/p>\n\n\n

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She answered it, panting heavily as I kept moving in and out of her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hello…., just winded… yeah, hauling water and wood… yes he is helping more than you can imagine… God sent I tell you… maybe tomorrow morning…. I may hitch a ride with him… miss you too… love you… muah.” she disconnected the call.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Don’t stop, Dada,” she groaned, “I am so damn close.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Me too, Akki, me too, cum with me sweetness,” I grunted, thrusting hard and deep into her. <\/p>\n\n\n

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Her body was slick with sweat, her breasts bouncing with each pounding thrust. I reached for her clit, rubbing it in tandem with my thrusts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh fuck, Dada, yes, yes, right there,” she screamed, her voice hoarse, her body trembling as her orgasm began to build. I could feel it too, that familiar pressure, the heat building in my balls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Cum with me, Akki, now, let go, let me feel you,” I growled, my voice hoarse with desire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Aaaaai gaaaaaa…..DADA!!!!!” she screamed as her body exploded around me, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice. I felt her juices gushing out, flooding my cock, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. The sight and feel of her, wild and uninhibited, sent me over the edge. <\/p>\n\n\n

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I threw my head back, a primal roar escaping my lips as I came, my cock pulsing and throbbing as I filled her with my seed. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I slammed into her, again and again, riding out our mutual climax, our bodies slick with sweat and our hearts pounding in sync.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Don’t pull out,” she begged when my cock started going limp inside her. “Just stay in me. We have one last day, make it count. Just stay in me all day and keep filling me with your cum.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The journey from the village was slow and arduous, the roads still clogged with debris from the storm. Akshada sat next to me in the passenger seat, her eyes almost never leaving my face, a smile of pure contentment on her lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was glowing, radiating a warmth that had nothing to do with the sun filtering through the car windows.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Mandar can’t find out, Dada,” she finally said, “it will ruin us.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her voice was tinged with remorse. She knew as well as I did, that what we had done was wrong. But it felt so fucking right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Of course,” I replied, “goes without saying.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I love him you know, I really do.” Akshada said softly, looking out the window at the rain-soaked landscape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Then why did you do it Akki? Why didn’t you stop me?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I was greedy, I am greedy. I couldn’t resist you. I wanted a baby.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hope that wish comes true.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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“I know it is going to. Ganpati Bappa sent you to me for a reason. I know I am pregnant. I don’t need a test or doctor to tell me that. You will see.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hope you are right, Akki.” I said, resting my hand on hers and squeezing reassuringly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

About two or three hours before we reached Bangalore, she sat up in a seat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“There should be an exit coming up just ahead, can you take it? There’s a temple here that I’d like to visit before going home. Want to thank God and seek blessings. If you don’t mind.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Sure,” I said, signaling the turn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We drove off the highway and down a narrow, winding path lined with overgrown trees. The drive on the unpaved road was smooth, compared to the muddy roads near her village. As I drove through thick woods, I saw no sign of humanity.<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Where is it Akki?” I asked, wondering if she had me take the wrong exit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Just ahead, not too far,” she said, staring out the windshield.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A minute later, the road ended. There were railway tracks in front of us, no sign of a temple or humanity, and nowhere to go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leaving the car in idle, I got out and looked around, confused. Where were we?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Are you sure we are in the right place Akki? Where’s the temple?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Here,” she said and I turned. <\/p>\n\n\n

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She had crawled into the back seat of the SUV and unfolded the seats, turning the rear of the SUV into a makeshift bed. Her clothes were discarded and she lay naked, with a wicked grin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“One last time Dada?” she said, her voice husky with desire. “One last time before we get back to reality?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked at her, laid out like a feast before me. Her body was a symphony of curves, her skin gleaming in the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. Her nipples were hard, her pussy already glistening with anticipation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“One last time,” I growled, unzipping my pants and letting them fall to the ground. My cock was already hard, ready, eager. I climbed into the back of the SUV, my eyes never leaving hers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Once may not be enough Akki,” I said, dropping my pants and tossing them on the driver’s seat. “I might need more than one last time.”<\/p>\n\n\n

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“Then take me as many times as you want, Dada,” she said, her voice thick with need. “Fill me till you can’t get it up anymore. Do whatever you want to do, as long as you want to, because after today, you will never be able to again.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Feed me?” I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“As much, as long, and as many times as you want, Dada.” Akshada’s voice was a sultry purr, her eyes dark with desire. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She spread her legs wider, inviting me in. I didn’t need to be asked twice. I buried my face between her legs, driving my tongue into heaven.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fuck, Akshada,” I said unbuckling my belt and stripping naked before getting into the car and burying my face between her legs.<\/p>\n\n\n

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We fucked all night long, our last night together and neither wanted it to end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When we pulled up in front of her house, Mandar emerged, a broad grin on his face. I watched her get out of the car and hug him, knowing her panties were probably full of my cum that had leaked out of her pussy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mandar waved at me, a smile of pure happiness on his face, “thank you Dada,” he said, “for helping her, for driving her home, for everything.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Anytime,” I said, looking at her, “you just have to ask.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A month later, Mandar brought sweets to the office. “Akshada’s pregnant,” he announced, beaming with pride. The office erupted in congratulations, and I joined in, congratulating him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Have you guys decided on names?” I asked, “or is it too early?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Shravani if its a girl, conceived during the monsoons in Shravan maas, and Indra if it’s a boy, the god of rain and thunder.” He said, “My monsoon baby, she calls it the gift of the monsoon fires.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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