Vinod was divorced and heading to middle age. Even if dashing and rich, he was not very much welcome in the social circle owing to his past.
He meets Arsha, his distant relative after many years. The little girl who trailed behind him had grown up i...
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Vinod was not able to think straight. All he could see was Arsha. This time he didn't know why he couldn't control himself. They both stumbled into his bed. He pushed her skirt up. There were more things to do before this. Why was he confused?
In between he took her lips into his. She ran her tongue in his mouth. It tasted good. His hands tore open her blouse and squeezed her breasts. She mumbled his name. His hands went further down to tear her panties.
In a hurry he opened his trousers and pulled down his briefs. He was already erect and ready. A few moments later he entered her. He could hear her cursing. Soon she stopped. He moved in a rhythm he could manage. Last thing he remembered is the pleasure of his release.
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In the morning Vinod woke up with a terrible headache. He tried to wake up the woman beside her. When did he start sleeping with woman being so drunk. He doesn't remember anything. He should stop this at once.
She slept with her face down. Half naked she looked more vulgar than any naked woman he found in the morning after. Her skirt was still pushed up. He tried to pull it down. That's when he noticed it. Blood!
Something struck him. He turned the woman to look at her face. Arsha!? How come he? And this blood? She? He sat there thunderstruck.
When Arsha woke up, she was neatly dressed and covered in sheet. With her missing underwear and pain between her legs she knew. She tried to fish out the face. She clearly remembered getting into his car. It was him. She didn't have much shock. Finally it is lost. Well and good.
Vinod approached her with coffee. He looked like he was attending a funeral. She understood. He regretted it. She was little heartbroken. He had rejected her earlier. She should have understood. She brought it upon herself. But they both didn't have sense the night before.
She rose up to leave. But it was not easy to sprang like usual. She limped a little. She cleaned herself in the bathroom. But there was no way she could return home decent. Most of her clothes were torn.
"Don't worry. I brought you clothes." He said kindly when she came out.
"Hmm." She mumbled.
"Arsha. I am sorry." He apologised.
"For what?" She asked. It was their fault, both equally responsible. It's not like he kidnapped and raped her.
"I didn't know. " He paused. "Your first...a man like me."
"Oh! So you thought I hook up with everyman I find on road?" She smirked.
"I didn't mean that. Just...I am not a kind of man who involves in a long term relationship. " He clarifed.
"Did I ask for commitment?" She checked the dress he brought. He was silent. She went inside the restroom to dress herself.
Even when she was about to leave, he sat there sad and dejected.
"Don't think too much. I don't regret this. I am happy I didn't spend my first time with a person I don't love." She patted his cheeks before leaving.
Long after she went, he repeated her words in his head. 'A man she didn't love'. Doesn't that mean she liked him?
