After getting the rudraksha, I became much stronger; it also increased my power slowly, passively.
The first thing I did was bring Varun back — and I succeeded, without any problem.
A few days later, after spending my time at the Trishakti Pith, I prepared to leave.
"Goodbye, Baba." I touched his feet.
"I know you won't follow that old saying — 'with great power comes great responsibility' — so at least follow one rule of Dharma," Baba said, looking straight at me. "Never hurt children, women, or old people who are weaker. It brings bad luck and bad karma."
"I know, Baba. I'll never go against your words," I replied.
Then I set off toward the south, headed for Yala in Sri Lanka.
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Two months later — Mumbai
"Where have you been the whole month? We had no way to contact you!" Swapna cried, her makeup ruined from crying.
"Do you know how hard it was for us without you?" Gayatri added, wiping Swapna's tears and trying to calm her.
"Sorry," I said, hugging Swapna. "But I need you to know: I've gained the power of a God."
"What?" Everyone froze.
I handed Gayatri a list. "Here. Read this."
She scanned it aloud: "Karna Kavach, Ikskhadhari Naagin (shapeshifter snake), Brahmansh, Vampire, Werewolf..." Her eyes widened.
"You're into supernatural things, so your job is to track their traces," I said in a firm tone. "But never go after them without my permission."
"And yes," I added before she could ask, "all the things on this list are real, they exists."
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"So, take your time, as I will be gone for a while. If you find something good, I will take both of you to dinner.."
"Where are you going?, this time." Swapna asked.
"Let's just say, to find one more Astra and a sister for you." Saying that I disappear in a blur.
"Pervert." Both say at the same time.
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A few days Later. (New Delhi)
Ring~
I searched every corner of Om Parvat, but found nothing. That left me with only one answer—there must be another Om Parvat, one that can't be reached without the map.
That's why I am in New Delhi. And just when I was about to enter his home, to take the map.
Well… I got distracted. I met someone. A woman, to me she was more like a milf that caught me off guard. After getting her details, I learned that she was the Professor's second wife.
(Comment Hot pic of Navni Parihar here.)
And I can't see a beauty like her Sad. So, here I am standing outside her Home.
Mrs. Malhotra opens the open. "Yes, Who must you be."
"Hi, Mrs. Malhotra, I am the Buyer that wants to buy your house," I said, my heart racing as I stood on the threshold of her home.
She blinked, her eyes widening slightly. "You're younger than I expected," she murmured, looking at me up and down.
I smiled. "I understand why you might think that, but I assure you I'm quite serious about your home."
Mrs. Malhotra looks at me for a moment longer before stepping back, allowing me to enter. The house was small but well-kept,
As we walked through the house, my eyes stuck to her Back. She was aware of it, but didn't say a word. With this I at least knew, if I played my cards right, I could have her and keep the house as a bonus.
But of course I will pay, I can't see my woman empty handed.
We reached the hall, as she left to get a glass of water from the kitchen. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as I saw her leave.
But not for long, "It's a beautiful home," I said quietly, "So, if you're ready can he go and see it now."
Mrs. Malhotra shook her head. "Sorry, but the house needs some cleaning," she said, turning to face me. "How about Tomorrow?"
I smiled gently. "Yes, that will do, Mrs. Malhotra." I replied.
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–Next day–
"Here we are." Saying that Mrs. Malhotra entered inside. The house was big posters of well known characters from Mahabharat, filled with memories of her late husband that she couldn't bear to keep. She had tried to maintain it over the years, but now she wanted nothing more than to move on.
As we explored the house, I could feel Mrs. Malhotra's eyes on me.
Finally we reached the last room, the master bedroom, and I couldn't help but feel my lust increase as I saw how little it had been used since her husband's death. I didn't know if I could take her heart or not but, I will definitely be the only one satisfying her hunger.
I grabbed her from behind, arms tight around her waist. She gasped, "Hey! What the hell?!"
"Sorry, but I can't stop now," her rosewater scent, hot skin, I kissed her nape (backside of neck).
"Please Stop aah~, I can't– she moaned, voice shaky, but her body leaned into me.
I spun her, pinned her to the wall. "Just this one time, Mrs. Malhotra." My hands roamed her curves, saree soft under my fingers.
She didn't fight back as I tossed her on the bed. Tears in her eyes, but her body stays open, inviting for the feast. I climbed over her, Her sobs mixed with heavy breaths.
I kissed her neck, sucked hard, leaving marks. Her saree hit the floor, silk pooling like water. No protests. She knew I was stronger. Her blouse came off, freeing her full breasts—36E, perfect.
"Cute," I smirked, squeezing one. She moaned, "Don't…"
One hand teased her nipple, the other fed her my finger. "Suck it," I ordered. She did, eyes shut tight. I sucked her other nipple, feeling it harden under my tongue.
I moved lower, lips trailing her stomach. Her petticoat was gone in a rip. Panties soaked, clinging to her. I didn't bother pulling them off—just slid them aside. Her scent hit me, wild, exotic.
"Wet enough to stop saying no?" I grinned, catching her hands hiding her face.
"It's not—" she started, but my tongue licked his first mature pussy, and she screamed, "Aah!"
After a few minutes of licking she finally squirted.
I pulled back, smirking. "You want this." Showing my fully erected penis.
She bit her lip, didn't answer. didn't need to. Her hips rolled, begging. I yanked her panties down, tossing them into the shadows. My fingers traced her thighs, teasing, before aiming in. She gasped, loud, her whole body trembling.
"Fuck," she whispered, voice breaking. First time I heard her curse. It lit me up.
Her hands reached for me, hesitant, then bold. Nails dug into my back. pressing against her, hard. The bed creaked under us, the only sound besides her gasps and my heavy breaths.
I pumped slowly at first, then hard. "Aaahh~"
Without holding back, I fucked her in many positions. As the Dawn crept in, light slicing through the curtains. She collapsed, tangled in sheets, panting. Her eyes met mine, no words. Just a look—part guilt, but hunger still in it. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
"Mrs. Malhotra–
"It's Navni."
"Huh?"
"My name." Saying that she kissed me, deep and slow for about a few minutes before We separated, saliva was still connecting us.
Seeing her tired, I just let her sleep, leaving the talk for the next day.
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To be Continued
I know it's not a perfectly finished chapter, but I wanted to upload it fast but still.
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Oh!
And for Naagin Lovers (including me, Can't resist the beauties)
So here's the thing, for Naagin. Including sitcom series and so on.
Timeline is too much.
So after Getting karna Kavach
I will create Volume for Sitcom and Serials
So only the Movies world will be connected and serials or sitcom volume will be different.