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SLAM. 

It was the door. 

Not Bondita. 

He would never do that to Bondita. 

Even though, being in her company, was causing wild and wilder thoughts to form in his mind. 

Hurting her... no. In this state, not even a scratch. 

So the only slamming that happened was with the door. Just the door. 

However, that was signal enough. It was loud enough. Enough for Bondita to get the hint of what exactly it was that he was after. 

A blush on her cheeks, she turned her back to him in the bedroom, as he lazily dropped her school bag on the ground.

Her fingers started to play with the red ribbon on one of her braids, as he approached her from behind. 

He wrapped his arms around her belly from behind, resting his palms flat against her belly button. Bondita's breath hitched, as he nuzzled his nose against her hair, inhaling her scent. 

Bondita pressed her back against him, as he started to plant soft kisses on her temple, then on her cheek, making her knees feel weak. 

His hands were still firm against her belly, and now he had started to rub it ever so gently. Her heart was fluttering with excitement as he held her more tightly against him. 

"Why do you have to go away from me for so long?" Anirudh murmured as he dipped his face to the crook of her neck. 

Bondita's heart was hammering hard, as she whispered, "It was only some hours." 

"Too long," he growled, his voice deep and urgent. She could feel the tremors on her neck. 

It was blissful, feeling his desire for her. His deep need for her. His ache for her. 

However, they couldn't take too long. 

For two reasons. 

Vikram was waiting downstairs. 

The other reason was that she absolutely needed to study!

"Pati Babu," she moaned, as he sucked on her neck, "Hurry." 

"Missy is impatient," he teased, his tongue playing with the soft skin of her neck. 

"V - Vikram is waiting --" she moaned. 

"Take my name, Bondita," Anirudh said in a husky tone, his fingers gently pulling her school dress up her body. 

Bondita grinded her hips against him, where she could feel the bulge of his pants. 

Anirudh had pulled her dress up just enough, so that he got access between her legs. He pressed his fingers against her soaked panties, and started to rub small circles on it. 

Bondita moaned, "P - Pati Babu." 

"When will you say my actual name Bondita?" Anirudh asked, pouting slightly now, his lips moving back to her ear.

A deep blush reached Bondita's cheeks when he said this. 

She had spoke his name once. Only once. And it was to her Manika Didi in Krishnanagar, when she explained that the point wasn't to get an Anirudh Roy Choudhary, but it was to become one.

"You won't answer?" he asked in a husky voice, his fingers pressing against her clit. 

Bondita pressed her back to his erection, shifting against his manhood, and feeling it grow in size. 

Anirudh kissed her ear softly, making her shift back further. 

"Quickly," she moaned. 

"But you're not taking my name missy," his warm breath on her ear was making her shiver with pleasure, as his fingers slipped inside her panties and entered her opening. 

"Aaah," she cried out with pleasure, as his fingers thrust in and out of her. He could feel her inner walls squeeze against his fingers. 

He pulled his fingers out from inside her and grabbed her panties from underneath her dress, pulling it down. The panties fell to her ankles. 

Then in one movement, he turned her around. They were so close that their noses were touching slightly. 

He gazed down below his lower lashes, her soft pinks lips openly visible. His warm breath was already touching them, but his lips were being drawn closer like a magnet. 

"Boonditaaa..." his words were slurred, as if he was drunk, intoxicated. 

And he was. 

Intoxicated by her. 

She smiled through her pink cheeks, and closed her eyes. 

His hands were on her warm cheeks. 

His fingers were slightly wet from where they had been a few seconds prior, but since when was doing the deed so clean anyways?

Anirudh then pressed his lips against hers gently, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss full of desire. 

Soon the kisses got more heated, wet, and full of need. 

Bondita was scrambling with the buttons of Anirudh's waistcoat and shirt, as Anirudh pulled her dress up and started to caress the soft skin of her curves. 

His hands roamed all over her body, as she managed to slide his waistcoat and shirt off, her fingers then reaching for the buckle of his belt. 

She broke the heavy kisses and started to kiss his chest hungrily, as Anirudh groaned. 

"I have a craving," she was saying breathlessly. 

"What is it?" he asked, already knowing where she was going with this. 

A smile appeared on her lips, as she gazed up at him from her position on his nipple. 

Her hand pressed against the bulge of his underwear, and a breathless grin appeared on Anirudh's face as well. 

"Is that it?" he asked. 

Bondita was about to fall to her knees in front of him, when he grabbed her shoulders. 

Even in his heightened states of ecstasy, he knew what he'd allow and what he wouldn't. 

"Patiii --" 

He pulled her straight and kissed her lips hard. 

"Get on the bed," he ordered, getting her out of the rest of her clothes quickly. 

Her heart was hammering extremely fast, and she held his hand all the way to the bed. She sat on it, facing him. 

Anirudh removed his own clothing, and stepped in front of her. 

He had to bend a little to make sure she was level, but Bondita could reach him easily with this position. 

Anirudh closed his eyes, and enjoyed the magic she worked on his body. 

--

Anirudh came down almost an hour later. 

After Bondita pleasured him until an orgasmic state, she insisted that he go to Vikram, and it seemed like she was in a hurry for something. 

He didn't even get a chance to make her climax. It seemed like she had derived full pleasure from making him reach his ecstasy. 

"Why's she in such a hurry?" Anirudh wondered, "It makes me wonder if she's a different Bondita! Bondita, prioritizing something over this?" 

He entered the study, his hair slightly messy, as he folded the sleeves of his black dress shirt up. 

Vikram was sitting on one of the side desks, doing his homework. 

As soon as he entered, Vikram's eyes lit up. 

"Bondita's Pati Babu! You're finally here!" 

Anirudh smiled at him and approached the boy. Vikram stood up fast, hitting himself against the desk as he did so, and nearly losing his balance. 

"Careful," Anirudh said lightly, and placed his hand on Vikram's shoulder so that he could catch his balance. 

Vikram's grinned widely and he said, "Thank you for being so concerned about me Bondita's Pati Babu!" 

Anirudh chuckled and he said, "Anytime. What did you want to speak to me about? Is everything okay at school?" 

"Oh yes, everything is great at school!" Vikram said brightly as Anirudh removed his hand from his shoulder. 

"Are you finding the responsibility of Bondita too difficult?" Anirudh questioned. 

"NO!" Vikram said immediately, shaking his head, "I know that Bondita's YOUR greatest responsibility, and how can YOUR greatest responsibility not be something that I do to my full capacity?" 

Anirudh looked at Vikram and sighed, his heart strangely warm. 

"Then tell me Vikram. What's on your mind?" 

"WEEEEEEEEEELLL...." it was quite dramatic, Anirudh thought, because Vikram sounded nervous, and excited at the same time! 

"Vikram, what is it?" Anirudh asked again. 

"How do I tell you, Bondita's Pati Babu? I hope that I don't disappoint you with my questions!" 

"Disappoint me?" Anirudh chuckled. "What can you do Vikram, to possibly disappoint me?" 

Vikram was a good boy. Anirudh knew that. He would never disappoint him. 

"I wanted to ask you... about..." Vikram gulped, his face turning red -- almost the shade of a tomato. 

Anirudh looked at him inquisitively. 

"M - Mishti..." 

Anirudh asked with a small smile, "Manika? What about her? Is she okay?"

"Well yes! She's great! But... I wanted... to know how to be... well... rrrrr... rrrr-om..mmantic..." 

When Anirudh heard this, his own face turned a shade of red. 

"R - Romantic?" he stammered, to make sure he heard it right. 

Vikram nodded his head up and down frantically. 

"W - why do you want that Vikram?"

"Well, she... she was curious... and B - Batuk said --" 

"Batuk?" 

"No - No I mean..." Vikram gulped, "I think she - she will like it..." 

"Maybe she will like if you were comfortable, instead," Anirudh pointed out. 

"Yes, but, I am comfortable! Very comfortable with making her happy!" Vikram stated. 

"What makes you think I have answers for you, Vikram?" Anirudh asked, "What a man and woman do, is very personal to their relationship. I can't possibly tell you how you should be romantic." 

"Well because I saw you!" 

"Saw me?" 

"W - With Bondita. That day! In your b - bedroom! She was on your lap, and you two were --" 

Anirudh's face turned tomato red too. 

"Well, Bondita's Pati Babu, that kissing looked like... an a - art! I want to learn too!" Vikram said, his eyes wide. 

Anirudh didn't know whether his face could turn more red than it was!

Vikram came here asking for romance advice, because his and Bondita's kissing looked like an art?

"V - Vikram," Anirudh stammered. 

"Bondita's Pati Babu, please help me! Only you can tell me! How do I please Mishti? How can I be artistic like you? Please tell me!" 

Anirudh's face was burning... how did he not die of this heat already? In fact, he wanted to faint at the very least!

Vikram's face was red too, incredibly shy to ask, but somehow mustering up the courage to do so. 

"W - well Vikram," Anirudh said, "First of all, you have to understand... that... if she's not ready then, prematurely --" Before he could finish his sentence, he groaned. 

Who was he kidding? This was Manika. 

She used to tease him for being a snail when it came to Bondita. 

"Oh no! Is it premature?" Vikram cried out. "I just wanted to hold her hand in a way that she doesn't think I'm holding her grandmother's hand!" 

"What?" Anirudh asked, looking at him with shock. "Grandmother's hand?"

"Well... she... thought so... and then I held it properly, but... what if I make her feel like my grandmother again? She's not my grandmother!" 

Anirudh groaned. 

This needed work! 

He took a deep breath and said, "Look Vikram, romance isn't about how you hold her hand. Or how you hug her. Or how you kiss her. Romance is about the feelings in your heart -- the love you feel while you do any action." 

"That's what I thought too!" Vikram said with a nod, "So hugging and kissing isn't needed then!" 

"Well, nothing is needed. Everything is a feeling. A feeling to pursue when the time is right. There is never any rush to do anything."

"But if I get the feeling? How do I translate that feeling into an art like you did?"

Anirudh turned red once again when Vikram referred to his and Bondita's make out session as art. 

"It... becomes art, when you do it with meaning. With feeling. When you do it not to... pleasure yourself, but to pleasure the other person," Anirudh confessed. "When it isn't selfish, but rather selfless. It is an art, because it is worship."

He continued, "What you witnessed... between me and Bondita. What you always witness between us, is worship. Whether you witness our conversations, our disagreements, our... moments of i - intimacy... or even arguments. It's always worship Vikram. This is why it looks like art." 

Vikram looked at Anirudh breathlessly. 

"So, if it's selfless, it's artistic?" 

"Yes, because your awareness isn't on how you feel good when you hug or kiss her... your awareness is on how each kiss makes her feel." 

"Wow," Vikram said breathlessly. 

A soft smile reached Anirudh's lips. 

"But you're already like that Vikram," he finally said. "You don't have to overthink it or complicate it." 

"So is that the answer?" Vikram asked softly. "My focus should be on what makes her happy?" 

"No Vikram. Your focus should be on doing what you feel is right," Anirudh told him. "There are no rules to this. Sometimes it will take time. Sometimes you will feel nervous. And it will be okay. There's nothing wrong Vikram." 

Vikram's eyes lit up as he gazed at Bondita's Pati Babu with extreme admiration. 

"Thank you Bondita's Pati Babu," he said breathlessly. 

Anirudh gently placed his hand on Vikram's shoulder. 

"But let me tell you something Vikram," Anirudh said. 

"Yes," Vikram said breathlessly. 

"Manika's my friend. In fact, my best friend," Anirudh told him, "I trust you. I know you'll never do anything to hurt her intentionally. But I do have a soft spot for her. A very big soft spot. I don't want to see her hurt." 

Vikram's eyes widened and he said, sounding panicked, "I won't ever!" 

"I know," Anirudh answered softly. "I just want to make sure you are careful. Sometimes, boys can get carried away more easily." 

He had approved this boy for Bondita before. He had full faith in him. However, disclaimers were needed. 

Anirudh had kept himself in check every single moment, as he grew with Bondita. 

He expected no less from his student Vikram. 

"Yes Bondita's Pati Babu! I shall never ever ever disappoint you!" Vikram said firmly, as if it were an oath. 

Anirudh smiled and he squeezed Vikram's shoulder. 

"I have complete faith in you," he told Vikram. 

"And I have complete faith in you," Vikram said, sounding completely enamoured. 

A warm feeling in his chest, a wider smile on his lips, Anirudh just pulled Vikram against him and hugged him warmly. 

Vikram melted against Anirudh's shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut with happiness, as his face turned incredibly red. 

Yet another intimate moment with his idol! 

--

Bondita was in her room, studying. 

She was in such a daze after the session with her Pati Babu. 

After she made him climax, she showered, got dressed in a bright orange saree, and came to study immediately. He had been shocked to see her hurry, but she couldn't tell him about her studies yet. 

He would be angry. Definitely angry. To see that she was studying and over exerting herself.

However, since she was in a daze, she had forgotten to lock the bedroom door. 

Her textbooks were open, pen in hand as she was going through her notes. 

That was when the door opened, and Sampoorna walked in. 

"Bondita I wanted to ask you --" she stopped in her tracks when she saw what she was doing. Her voice turned deadly cold. "What are you doing Bondita?"

Bondita looked up at her Sampoorna Didi and gulped. 

"Just... some schoolwork," she mumbled. 

"Some schoolwork?" Sampoorna asked, sounding angry. "Bondita, why are you doing school work?"

"I go to school, so of course I'll have to do some work," Bondita answered right away. 

"It was bad enough that you go to school, now you're working towards those dreams again!" there was anger in her tone. She said the word 'dreams' like it was a disgusting insect. 

Sampoorna went on, "You know what, there's no point speaking to you. You're only a puppet. A puppet in his hands!" 

Before Bondita could comprehend what she was saying, Sampoorna had stormed out of the room, and right into the study. 

Anirudh was alone in the study, smiling and blushing in thoughts of his Bondita. 

He didn't have enough of her yet. He wanted to take her away, on a vacation. Just the two of them. For at least a few days. 

It felt like they were a newly married couple, enjoying every phase of their married life together.

Sampoorna didn't even knock. 

She stormed right in. 

Anirudh was behind his desk, and he looked up immediately at a fuming Sampoorna Maa. 

"Anirudh, enough is enough!" Sampoorna yelled. 

Just from her tone, he knew. 

Anirudh looked at her, a sudden pang in his chest, as the memories from the day he found out about the pregnancy hit him. 

The guilt. The denial. Her harsh words. His self-doubt. Being shattered beyond repair.  

That trauma was hard to come out from. 

This was Anirudh's trauma. 

His hands started sweating, his heart hammering. 

"What happened?" he asked her, afraid to hear more. 

"As if you don't know!" Sampoorna yelled, her tone getting louder, "First you crossed your limits! You wanted to make Bondita a barrister, but you impregnated her! Now, you're still...? It's disgusting Anirudh! You're still up to forcing her and pushing her? Do you have no concern about her health?"

Anirudh looked at her with shock. 

"Fine... you don't care about Bondita. But at least have some compassion for your baby!" Sampoorna yelled at him.

"Sampoorna Maa," Anirudh said, his voice cracking as old traumas reopened like fresh wounds. "I... I never meant to..." 

"You should have never lost control! Your manly instincts are what started this!" she went on, "Your desires and your urges on my poor sister! And now look at you! Instead of convincing her to relax, instead of telling her to stop studying, to give up on those dreams at this point in her life! Instead of telling her to not strain her body... you're still making her crazy over your fitoori dreams?! How can you do this to --" 

Before she could finish her sentence, she felt something thrown over her head, right through her pallu, causing the soft material of the saree to fly off her hair. 

A gasp escaping her lips, Sampoorna turned around with shock. She noticed what had swung her pallu off her hair was a pen that had originally been on a table by the entrance of the study. 

And someone else was at the entrance. 

Bondita. 

No, not Bondita. 

Bondita in her Ugra state. 

She didn't look like Bondita. She was shaking.

Not just Sampoorna, but Anirudh could also see the fire emanating from her. 

He stood up immediately to cool his wife down before she got too hot. 

But it seemed like today, the heat would radiate... 

There was no turning back. 

--

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