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Nitya

Sitting on the bed, I'm still trembling from the confrontation I had with Babuji a while back.

Prathamji's arms are wrapped firmly around me, his voice a soothing balm against the raw edges of my emotions.

"I'm so proud of you, Nitya," he murmurs, his lips brushing the top of my head. "You stood up for yourself and told your father the truth he needed to hear."

I cling to him, pressing my cheek against his chest. "I never wanted it to come to this," I whisper, my voice wobbling as tears pour out of my eyes. "He's my father, Prathamji, and I loved him, no matter how he treated me. I also kept hoping, all these years, that someday he would love me too."

The words choke me, and my voice cracks as I continue. "But tonight, my hope crashed and burned. I have finally realized he'll never love me, never see me as his child."

Prathamji tightens his hold on me and pulls me even closer to him. "It's his loss because he'll never get to see how incredible you are. If he doesn't value you, then you are better off without him. You are not alone, Nitya. You have me. And you also have others from our family who love you like their own."

I tilt my head up to him and brush my lips against his for a second before pulling back. "I don't want to stay away from you anymore. How long will this plan take? How much longer do we need to be apart like this?"

"Not much longer," he promises. "Just trust me and follow the steps we talked about. Once this is over, no one will be able to separate us again."

I nod, the heaviness in my chest easing slightly at his words. "I trust you, Prathamji." I snuggle closer to him. "Will you leave now?"

Please don't leave me. I want to say, but I don't want to make things difficult for him. I know he'll stay if I asked, but what if it cost us our whole plan?

"I'm not leaving yet, Nitya. I want more tonight," he says, his husky voice sending flutters through me.

Before I can ask what he means, he brings his hand to the back of my head and pulls on my hair, making me gasp.

His lips find mine in a passionate kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. As his tongue explores my mouth, his hand slides down to rest against the small of my back, pressing me against him as he deepens the kiss.

My hands clutch his shirt over his chest as the world outside fades, only his touch and kiss anchoring me to him.

Pratham

I push Nitya against the headboard of the bed, plastering myself onto her while our tongues slide against each other.

Leaving her lips to let her breathe, I place my mouth over her jaw, peppering her with the kisses there, working my way down her neck.

I pull her dupatta (shawl) off her body and throw it somewhere in the room. Then, I let my lips explore the crooks of her neck. Every soft gasp, every tremble from her only fueling the desire in me.

"Do you know how incredible you are?" I murmur against her skin. "Do you know how much I admire your strength?"

She lets out a soft, shaky sigh, her hands threading through my hair as I kiss her shoulder, her collarbone.

I shift back for a moment. Removing my jacket, I toss it on the floor. With my eyes still locked on her, I undo the buttons of my shirt. One at a time. Her lips part as she watches me with rapt attention, her eyes blazing as they follow the movement of my hands.

After taking off my shirt, I lean to her again, hovering over her. "Don't you think you are overdressed, sweetheart?" I ask and she nods.

Smirking, I clutch the hem of her kameez and slide it up, bit by bit revealing her to me.

"Your turn again," Nitya says after I take off her kameez and deposit it with my shirt on the floor.

I quickly divest myself of my pants and boxers, grinning as she gasps when I quickly grab the waistband of her salwar and yank it down her legs.

She lightly moans as I roam my hand over her inner thigh, one after the other, before spreading them apart.

"Mm, wet for me, yes?" I ask, running my fingers over her panties.

"Yes, oh, for you, yes." She closes her eyes, moaning again when I press my fingers over her wet panties.

Leaning in, I press kisses over the hem of her panties before clutching it with my teeth and sliding it down her leg. Then, I again kiss my way up, from her legs to her knees, to her thighs, placing wet kisses around her core.

Nitya gasps again, about to lie down, but I stop her. "Don't," I say, raising my head up from between her legs. "Watch me devour you tonight. I'll stop if you lie down, and I'll stop if you close your eyes."

Red tints her face as she looks down at me. "I can't-"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No," she immediately replies.

"Then, you'll do as I say, won't you?" I ask, brushing the back of my hand over her slit.

"Oh, mm, yes, I will," she moans, about to close her eyes, but stops herself in time.

"Good girl," I tell her, smirking as the red over her face deepens before diving in and kissing her swollen bud.

She lets out a strangled moan as I circle her clit over and over again, licking and sucking, even lightly running my teeth over it.

She writhes, clutching my hair and pushing herself to my mouth. I delve my tongue inside her while rubbing her clit with my thumb.

"Please, oh, please," she moans, breathless.

"Please what, Nitya?" I lean back and look at her.

"I need you, please," she rasps.

I sit up, letting my fingers tug down the cups of her bra and kissing and sucking on her breasts as I alternately roll her nipples between my fingers. "Tell me exactly where you need me."

She gasps as I leave a trail of wet kisses over her twin peaks, undoing the hooks of her bra and letting it slide off her body.

"I need you inside me. Please," she says and shivers when I slide my fingers down her breasts to her throbbing core.

"Hmm, you need me here?" I pump two fingers in and out of her, pushing at that sweet spot deep within her while my thumb circles and teases her clit.

"Oh God! Oh, oh, Pratham!" She cries as she shatters in my arms, a glorious sight as I stroke her through her high, wanting to draw every bit of pleasure from her.

Before she has the chance to get down from her peak, I enter her in one hard thrust, making her moan loud.

"Look at me," I growl as I take her, hard and fast.

Her lips are parted, a thin line of sweat covering her as she moves against me, her walls clenching me as she writhes and rasps.

"Yes, yes, oh, faster, more, please," she cries, and I relentlessly push, closing my hand over her throat as I thrust deeper, harder, faster.

I feel her stiffen beneath me for a second before she cries out my name, her body convulsing again. I continue taking her, rocking against her as her core clenches around my length.

Her moans and cries finally pushes me over the edge and I kiss her deeply letting her drink my growl as I come apart, collapsing over her and holding her trembling form as she tightly grips my arm.

"I love you," she whispers, and those quiet words hit me right at my heart.

"I love you too," I tell her, kissing the top of her shoulder.

She sighs softly, her hand resting over my heart, and I press a tender kiss to her forehead. "Sleep now, my love."

Her lips curve into a faint smile, and she nods, nestling closer to me. I run my fingers gently through her hair, continuing to stroke it, until her breathing evens.

As I continue to hold her, feeling her soft breathing against my chest, a pang shoots through me like a dagger. My heart clenches painfully, knowing I'll need to leave soon.

Just the thought of Sandhya waiting for me back home sends a bitter taste to the back of my throat. I know Naman bhaiyya can only distract her for so long, and if I don't return soon, she'll start getting suspicious.

My arms tighten around Nitya instinctively, as though by holding her closer, I can protect her from everyone conspiring to tear us apart.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow is the beginning of the most crucial part of our plan. Every step we've taken has been leading to this moment. And it must go perfectly.

One wrong move, one misstep, and it will all come crashing down, leaving nothing but blood and deaths in its wake.