I am on a streak bhailog weekend ka sahi upyog
Word count is a bit long (I got too into it lmao this would've been posted yesterday if I hadn't gotten carried away)
TW!HEAVY SMUT so minor pls nikal lo MDNI
May 2nd
Hey Jai. Tanuja Mitra here. My address is 1458, Kucha Seth, Dariba Kalan, Chandni Chowk, Old Delhi 110006. Please find time in your schedule from May 5th to May 12th.Â
Hi Rimi. Thanks! I think I will be free during the entire time. I'll come over on the fifth. After uni works for you?Â
Yeah, it does.Â
How are you otherwise?Â
Very well. You?Â
Good too. How is the exam prep?Â
Good enough
Don't be modest :")Â
So I should be less like you? :))))Â
I am not modestÂ
About your social skills, you are :))))
You are too kind, RimiÂ
She reacts with a laughing emoji to that.Â
May 3rdÂ
Reminded me of you: "You don't ever have to say anything," he says. "Always remember that as a thing you never need to do. Many's the man lost much just because he missed the perfect opportunity to say nothing."
You know Claire Keegan??
Are you kidding? I loved Small Things Like This. She is brilliant. Concise, and yet I keep hanging onto her every word.Â
Favourite book?Â
Unfair question, Rimi. But if I had to choose, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness.
Leftist, are we?Â
Any other moral way to be?Â
I wish I could say I had thought you would be exactly like this, but you have pleasantly surprised me.Â
Why? What did you think I would be like?Â
I don't know, like your friends
What do you mean?Â
They are different
I suppose so
Was that rude?Â
It was an observationÂ
A rude one?Â
MaybeÂ
Are we still on for the day after tomorrow?Â
No, I speak out of turn sometimesÂ
You don't know them, so it is a fair assumption to make
See, I don't want to know them :)Â
Fair enoughÂ
May 4thÂ
Hey, just confirming. Our last class ends at 2 pm, and I'll be at your place by 3 pm.Â
Yeah, that works for me. Bring protection. Don't know if I want to go there yet, but best to be prepared.Â
Oh, okay. I'll pick some up. See you, Rimi.Â
Jai rings the bell, waiting with his hands in his pockets. In fairness, he has never done this before. To be precise, he has never gone to a girl's house alone with the intention of intimacy. Whatever experience he has, it has all been spontaneous and never this well planned. She opens the door, barefoot, still in her blue kurti, which she wore to university, her hair down in long, dark waves.Â
"Come in," she says, and he walks in. She closes the door, turning all three locks and the sliding bolt on top of the door.Â
"Bahut garmi hai na?" he asks, catching the sweat stains on the back of her kurta. It's a hot day right?
"Delhi mein toh aisa hi hai," she shrugs. "Ghar dhundne mein zyada takleef huyi thi kya?"Â It's normal for Delhi. Did you have much difficulty finding the place?
"No, uh, it was fine," he smiles, sitting at the dining table while she pours two glasses of water from a frosted bottle she retrieved from the fridge.Â
"Yeh lo," she says softly, placing a glass in front of him. Here you go.Â
"Thanks." He takes a sip, his eyes never leaving her face. "So you live here with your parents?" he asks, setting the glass back down on the table.Â
"No, uh, with my aunt, uncle and cousin. My uncle married a Dehlite, and they moved here over thirty years ago," she smiles, sitting across from him. "Come on, let's go to my room and turn the AC on." He nods, getting up.Â
He sits on her bed, the cool air from the AC blowing on his back. She is sitting on her desk chair, which she has turned to face him.Â
"So uh," he laughs awkwardly, looking around her room. It is neat, put together and clean, just like her- a sharp contrast from his dorm room.Â
"Huh?" she chuckles, looking at him. "It is kind of awkward, isn't it?"Â
"I uh I've never done this before," he admits coyly, looking at the floor. "Like, properly, I have never even fully taken my clothes off in front of a girl."Â
"I have even less experience than you," she chuckles, standing up and walking to stand between his legs.Â
"You've kissed before, right?" he asks, and she laughs, shaking her head. "But you are so beautiful?"Â
She blushes, looking to her right, unable to meet his eyes. "I don't know about that."Â
He stands and takes her face in his hands. "You are really pretty, Rimi, do you understand?" he asks, looking into her slightly wide eyes. "It's very important to me that you understand that." Giggles. She giggles. And it makes Jai laugh as well, before he presses a kiss to her forehead.Â
She tilts her head up, and he kisses her, slowly at first, one hand going to hold her head from behind, another hand still cupping her cheek. Her hands immediately go around his back, pulling him closer. It is an exhilarating feeling to be in her bedroom, to kiss her in her sanctuary, to call her by her daak naam. He feels as though he has access to a woman whom nobody truly knows, almost as if he owns something incredibly rare. Not that he has any ownership over her, and he does not want it for that matter. Perhaps it is better comparable to knowing a place off the beaten path, a place he has found through much difficulty and nobody else knows about it, he thinks.Â
When they break apart, they are panting slightly as they look at each other, pupils dilated beyond belief. "Can we take our clothes off now?" she asks breathily, and he nods, pulling his t-shirt off in one swift motion, standing bare in front of her. She gulps, looking at his body, all hard lines and veins that go up to his biceps.Â
He comes closer, his hands on the slits of her kurti before he lifts it. "Lift your arms," he says softly, and she does, allowing him to take off the clothing, which leaves her in a cotton bra. He touches the strap, feeling the same electric spark he had felt when they had kissed a week ago.Â
He takes a step back and takes off his dark jeans, his muscular thighs from football making her throat go dry, his bulge is impressive through his boxers, and that does not go unnoticed by her either. He kneels in front of her and touches the hem of her leggings before pulling them down, leaving her panties on. He notices the little wet spot in the front but does not say anything, standing up again.Â
She reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, taking it off and letting it fall to the ground. And now it is Jai's turn to gulp, left hand reaching to touch her bare right breast.Â
"You brought condoms, right?" she asks, and he nods, turning around and kneeling in front of his bag, which lies on her floor. He stands back up with a foil wrapper in hand. Together, they walk towards her bed, and he lays her down first before taking his boxers off and sitting next to her. She can see he is visibly hard; three veins run crookedly down the sides of his cock.Â
"Say the word, and we can stop," he says softly, and she smiles, looking up at him from where she is lying with her head on a pillow.
"I doubt I'd want to stop now," she laughs softly, and he shakes his head.Â
"I still want you to know we can stop whenever you want," he smiles, moving to sit between her legs now. He tears open the condom packet, sliding the rubber onto his cock with an unpractised hand. "Okay?" he asks, and she nods. Takes that as his cue to take her panties off. "Lift for me," he says softly, and she obeys. With her entirely bare, he takes a moment to soak it all in. Her beautiful body, her willing smile, her placid limbs, which seem to obey his every word and push.
"You really are gorgeous," he smiles, and she laughs, covering her mouth with one hand. He shakes his head, a fond smile on his lips as he climbs on top of her. Kisses her once more as he lines himself up against her plush and wet heat. "Tell me if it hurts or anything," he whispers, and she nods.Â
"Ah!" she moans as he pushes in slowly, each inch excruciating for both of them. "Ow!" she squeaks when he is about halfway in, and he immediately stills, looking at her face for any sign of discomfort.Â
"Theek ho?" he asks softly, and she opens her eyes, nodding. Are you alright?Â
"Haan bas thoda sa dard hua," she murmurs, and his face relaxes in understanding. Yeah, it just hurt a little bit.Â
"Pehli baar thoda sa hota hai," he says gently, kissing her forehead. "Bas bol do, we can stop."Â It hurts a little the first time. Just say the word...
"No uh," she breathes out, closing her eyes again. A moment later, she opens them and looks into his. "You can move now." And he does, presses in the rest of the way and stays still for a moment, breathing a little heavily.Â
He starts to thrust in and out of her slowly; it feels incredible to be sheathed by her, all warm and welcoming. "Rimi," he moans, leaning down to nip at her jaw.Â
"It feels so good," she whines, her nails digging into the hard muscle of his back. There will be marks later, he knows.
"Fuck fuck fuck," he groans, feeling how close he is. It has barely been three minutes since he has been inside her, and he is already ready to finish. He cannot help it when he does, spilling his warm semen inside the condom as he buries himself deep into her, his face in the crook of her neck.Â
"I'm sorry," he murmurs, pulling out of her and taking the condom off, tying a knot at the top.Â
"Why?" she asks softly. "That was really nice."Â
"You didn't finish," he sighs, lying down next to her.Â
"It's okay, I liked it anyway," she smiles, but he shakes his head.Â
"Teach me how to please you," he whispers, pulling her close. She blushes, which amuses him to no end. He had just been inside her moments ago, and she was still acting shy. "Rimi, I mean it," he insists, and she sighs, laughing a little.Â
"Touch me here," she says softly, taking his hand and placing it on her breast. He massages it gently, and a little pinch to the nipple makes it swell. He reaches down with his right hand, trying to find the bud of her clitoris. "Ah," she moans, curling against him.Â
"There?" he inquires, but her moan had been confirmation enough.Â
"Right there," she whines. He rubs her clit gently at first with two fingers, lowering his head for his mouth to latch onto her other breast, sucking lightly. He enters the sort of hyper-focused state he does when he is studying, except now his only goal is making her orgasm.Â
"Fuck, Jai!" she moans as she finishes on his fingers, her juices coating them. He continues his delicious assault on her breasts and slowly rubs her clit as she comes back down from her high, soft moans from her and heavy breaths from both of them.Â
He pulls her into his arms afterwards, stroking the soft plane of her back as her head rests on his chest, her ear right above his beating heart. He feels at ease, as if they have done this a million times before.Â
"Where are your parents? If you don't mind me asking?" he asks after a while, his fingers combing through her hair.Â
"Baba passed away when I was sixteen," she says, not looking exactly saddened by the event. "Ma lives in Kolkata. It is a joint family. My other uncle and my elder brother live in the same house with their wives and children."Â
"I'm sorry, Rimi," he says gently, taking her hand in his and pressing a kiss to her plam.
"It's okay, it was a stroke, no one could have predicted it," she sighs, not letting go of his hand.Â
"You must have a big house back in Kolkata?" he asks, steering the conversation away to a lighter place.Â
"Haan woh stereotypical bonedi bari ko imagine karlo," she laughs, shaking her head. Yeah, imagine the stereotypical bonedi bari. "We are the resident host for Durga Pujo in our locality."Â
"Must be fun, right?" he asks, smiling.Â
"It is," she hums. "I always go back home early, usually a couple of days before university closes."Â
"Moved to Delhi for university, right?" he asks, and she nods.Â
"Same, actually," he says after a beat. "I grew up in a small village in Rajasthan."Â
"Did you like it?" she smiles.Â
"Well, yes, my father is a landlord," he chuckles.Â
"And your mother?" she asks. His face falls a little.Â
"She uh passed away in a freak accident, local politics and all that," he sighs. "I was too young to remember anything. My brothers and father never let me feel an absence of a mother, though."
She looks up at him, the same sort of sadness in both their eyes. "I am really sorry, Jai," she sighs.
"It's okay, we both know how to lose," he breathes out, looking up at the spinning fan on the ceiling. She does not say anything further, curling up against him, legs tangled as they lie in the now cold room. They understand each other more than anyone in their lives ever has. The deep wounds of loss cannot be explained to someone who has never experienced it, and they do not even need to try to explain. They already know; they have lived through the nightmare which has ultimately led to them being flawed people. But maybe it takes having flaws to truly see another flawed human for what they truly are, beyond the mistakes.
Only two more chapters left, will post by this week hopefully!
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