Bushra looked over her shoulder, mildly surprised—but not displeased. "It's heavy," she murmured.
"I'll manage."
Bushra nodded as she moved toward the bathroom.
When she moved, he noticed her night was wet by the water splashes.
Due to this he can completely see her back. And inside her nighty, she didn't wear anything underneath.
And when she walked, her nighty stuck in her ass crack, due to this her shape and curve of ass fully appeared.
Arahan lifted the sloshing metal tub and carried it inside toward the tiled bathroom space observing her beautiful figure.
Due to this a bulge appeared inside his pants.
Once inside, he set it down gently near the wash area.
At the same time, Bushra sat down, due to this her nighty lifts, and her pussy clit revealed a bit.
Arahan observed it, and since the previous night, he had already seen her nude, his hesitation vanished.
"Thank you," Bushra said, a faint nod of appreciation appeared, but when she looked at his eyes looking towards her pussy, which was revealing a little bit.
She became blushed and shy, but she didn't cover it, and let him enjoy it.
Because yesterday, when she was masturbating herself, she saw Arahan was masturbating outside the window looking at her.
But she was so lost in pleasure that she didn't care.
But later, when she started thinking about it, she felt ashamed.
Then looking at her sleeping husband, she realised he can't satisfy her.
Then she started thinking, what it feels like to take Arahan's cock inside.
Moreover she has seen, his cock was bigger than husband.
And because of this thinking, she didn't care about it, that he was looking at her.
But Arahan was awoken from this situation by the sound of the system.
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[Task Completed!]
+₹500 (System Wallet: ₹5200 → ₹5700)
+0.5 Intelligence (6.5 → 7.0)
+5 Relationship (Bushra: 9 → 14 / 100)
+5 EXP (75 → 80 / 100)
But then another notification came, due to an unknown reason.
+6 Relationship (Bushra : 14 → 20/100)
Seeing that notification, Arahan was impressed that Bushra is interested in him.
But seeing the time, he nodded, he needed to take the exit from there.
After finishing his small task for Bushra, Arahan returned to his room. He washed his hands and face, then stepped over to his cupboard and changed into his usual village evening wear—a clean white kurta and a folded, soft blue lungi. Simple, breathable, and easy to move around in.
He glanced at the time. Perfect for his daily visit to Akash, the young boy he tutored with growing fondness and patience.
The short walk to Geetanjali's house was lined with rustling trees and flickers of sunset. When he arrived, he tapped lightly on the wooden door.
Akash answered with a grin. "Sir!"
"Let's begin," Arahan replied, stepping in with a relaxed smile.
Arahan's Question:
"Alright, Akash. Suppose one mango costs ₹12. How much would 5 mangoes cost?"
Akash thought, then quickly answered: "₹12 × 5 = ₹60!"
"Good," Arahan nodded. "Now, imagine your uncle gave you ₹100. After buying the mangoes, how much do you have left?"
Akash calculated with his fingers. "₹100 - ₹60 = ₹40 left, sir!"
Arahan smiled. "Well done. Keep that sharp mind ready."
Just then, soft footsteps padded in from the hallway.
Geetanjali entered, carrying a tray with two glasses of tea and a small bowl of murmura. Her simple cotton saree swayed as she moved, and a light blush colored her cheeks.
She didn't meet his eyes at first. But when she set the tray down, her gaze lingered—soft and unreadable.
"Thank you," Arahan said quietly.
She gave a small nod, her lips twitching in the hint of a smile, before slipping back toward the kitchen—though she paused in the doorway for just a second longer than necessary.
Arahan looked back at Akash and said warmly, "You've done great today. That's it—go outside, enjoy your evening."
The boy jumped up and ran out, excited.
Arahan picked up the warm glass of tea, took a slow sip, and exhaled.
The tea was warm, spiced with just the right amount of ginger—like she always made it.
Arahan took another slow sip, then set the glass down quietly on the tray.
The clinking sound seemed louder than expected in the now-quiet room.
His eyes drifted toward the kitchen.
Geetanjali hadn't returned—not even a word. The murmur of water running, a faint clatter of utensils, and the occasional gentle rustle of her saree came from behind the thin curtain that separated the kitchen space from the rest of the house.
He hesitated for only a moment.
Then stepped forward.
He pulled the curtain aside gently.
Inside, Geetanjali stood with her back to him, rinsing a pot in the wash basin. The sunlight through the window hit the side of her face, making the wisps of her tied hair glow faintly.
She heard him step in—and stiffened slightly—but didn't turn.
Arahan stood in the doorway for a second before saying, softly, "The tea was perfect. You always know."
She finally turned.
There was something unreadable in her expression—half warmth, half hesitation. Her hands still wet, she wiped them on the edge of her pallu.
"I didn't expect you to follow," she said, voice low.
Arahan offered a faint smile. "I didn't mean to disturb. But... we haven't really spoken. Not properly. Not after... Day before yesterday."
Geetanjali looked down, brushing a strand of hair back nervously. "I know. I just… didn't know what to say."
There was a pause. The silence between them said more than words.
Then, gently, Arahan said, "You don't need to say anything. Just… let me help you."
She looked up, surprised. But something softened in her.
Arahan stepped closer, closing the distance between them. Geetanjali's breath hitched as he reached out, gently taking the wet cloth from her hands and placing it aside.
Without a word, he turned her around to face him. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and uncertain, but she didn't pull away.
Slowly, Arahan wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. Geetanjali gasped softly at the contact, but she leaned into him instinctively.
His hands splayed across her stomach, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse. He rested his chin on top of her head, inhaling deeply.
"You don't have to be afraid," he murmured softly. "Not with me."
Geetanjali's body trembled slightly in his arms, but she didn't resist. Instead, she placed her hands over his, intertwining their fingers.
"I know," she whispered back. "But it's hard. To let go. To trust."
Arahan tightened his embrace gently. "I understand," he said quietly. "Take all the time you need. I'm not going anywhere."
He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, feeling her relax incrementally against him. They stood there for a long moment, wrapped in a comfortable silence that spoke volumes.
Then, slowly, Geetanjali turned in his arms to face him.
Her eyes met his, searching. "Arahan," she breathed, her voice trembling slightly. "I... I want to try. To trust you. To let you in."
Arahan's heart swelled at her words. He cupped her face gently, his thumbs caressing her cheeks. "I'm here for you, Geetanjali," he whispered intensely. "Always."
Slowly, hesitantly, she leaned into his touch. Her eyes fluttered closed as she savored the warmth of his hands on her skin.
"Kiss me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please..."
Arahan didn't need to be told twice. He lowered his head and captured her lips with his own, pouring all the tenderness and longing he felt into the kiss.
Geetanjali melted against him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back fervently. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate with each passing second.
Arahan's hands slid down to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him.
As the kiss grew more heated, Geetanjali's body molded against Arahan's, her curves fitting perfectly into the contours of his muscular frame. His hardness pressed insistently against her belly, making her moan softly into his mouth.
Arahan's hands roamed over her back, squeezing gently before sliding down to cup her rear. He kneaded the firm flesh through the thin fabric of her saree, eliciting a gasp from Geetanjali.
Geetanjali broke the kiss suddenly, panting heavily. "Arahan," she whispered urgently, "not here. Not now."
Arahan blinked, coming back to reality. He loosened his grip on her, though he didn't let go completely. "You're right," he murmured apologetically. "I'm sorry. I got carried away."
"It's okay," Geetanjali assured him softly, placing a hand on his chest. "I wanted it too. But... I think we should wait."
Arahan nodded solemnly, understanding her hesitation. "Of course," he agreed. "We don't have to rush into anything."
He stepped back, giving her some space to compose herself. But as he did, his gaze drifted down to the prominent bulge in his pants.
Geetanjali followed his gaze and bit her lip nervously. She could see the outline of his erection straining against the fabric, a reminder of their heated encounter.
"Arahan," she said hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is there…
"...anything I can do to help with that?" Geetanjali finished, her cheeks flushing pink as she nodded slightly towards his bulge.
Arahan's breath hitched at her offer. He looked at her, surprise and desire warring in his eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked huskily, his voice strained.
Geetanjali swallowed hard but maintained eye contact. "Yes," she whispered, dropping to her knees before him. "Let me help you."
She reached out trembling hands and began to unbuckle his belt slowly. Arahan watched her with bated breath, his heart pounding in his chest.
As she freed his erection from his pants, Geetanjali gasped softly at the sight of it.
"Is it... okay?" Arahan asked.
"Yes," Geetanjali breathed, wrapping her small hand around his shaft.
"It's perfect," she murmured, her fingers barely able to wrap around its girth. Slowly, hesitantly, she began to stroke him, marveling at the silky smoothness of his skin.
Arahan groaned softly at her touch, his hips jerking forward slightly. Geetanjali looked up at him from beneath her lashes, seeking guidance.
"Like this?" she asked quietly, pumping her hand slowly along his length.
"Yes," Arahan gasped, his head falling back against the wall. "Just like that."
Emboldened by his reaction, Geetanjali began to stroke him faster, her grip tightening slightly. She watched in fascination as a bead of precum formed at the tip of his penis.
Without hesitation, she leaned forward and licked it off with the flat of her tongue. The taste was salty and slightly bitter, but not unpleasant.
Arahan's legs trembled at the sensation. "Geetanjali," he warned hoarsely. "If you keep doing that... I won't be able to hold back."
"Geetanjali," he warned hoarsely. "If you keep doing that... I won't be able to hold back."
Geetanjali looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. Without a word, she opened her mouth and took the head of his penis between her lips.
Arahan groaned loudly as he felt her warm, wet mouth envelop him. His hands flew to her hair, tangling in the strands as she began to suck gently.
Geetanjali took him deeper with each bob of her head, marveling at the way his length filled her mouth. She relaxed her throat, allowing him to slide even further in.
"Oh god," Arahan gasped, his hips rocking involuntarily. "Your mouth... it feels incredible."
He began to thrust shallowly, fucking her face with increasing urgency.
"Oh god," Arahan groaned, his hips snapping forward as he felt the back of her throat. "Your mouth... it feels incredible."
He began to thrust deeper, his length sliding in and out of her wet heat. Geetanjali gagged slightly at first, unused to the sensation of being filled so completely.
But she soon adjusted, relaxing her jaw and throat to accommodate him. She wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft, pumping what she couldn't fit in her mouth.
"Arahan," she gasped around his length as he pulled out briefly. "I... I can't breathe."
Arahan paused immediately, guilt etched on his face.
"I'm sorry," he apologized sincerely, gently pulling her off his penis and helping her sit up. "I got carried away. Are you okay?"
Geetanjali nodded, coughing slightly as she caught her breath. "I'm fine," she assured him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Arahan sat down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. "I know," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "And I promise to be more gentle next time."
Geetanjali looked up at him, a shy smile on her face. "Next time?" she repeated softly.