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46. Prakopa (Part 1)

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"I have to meet him," Devika mused, twisting and turning in her bed as she tried to sleep, consumed by one single thought—well, actually, one single man: Chandrakant

She couldn't shake off the memories of the myriad of emotions: pain, love, and promises she saw in his eyes. Why did he persist in loving her so fiercely? What ignited such an intense flame within him? How could he harbor such profound emotions for someone he barely knew? It puzzled her, stirring a tempest of emotions within.

"I can't stand by while he's in this state!" she grumbled, tossing her comforter aside. Glancing at Nishita—cocooned in her own blanket due to the chilly AC—she briefly considered waking her to discuss her situation with Chandrakant, but decided against it, pushing herself out of bed instead.

She debated the prudence of addressing him privately, particularly given her decision to steer clear of him and not delve into his emotions. However, her mind resisted; thoughts of him flooded her thoughts, his mesmerizing gaze overwhelming her rationality again and again.

With a heavy sigh, she opened the door, determined to reason with Chandrakant, to make him see logic and stop expecting anything from her. All she had wanted was a night of pleasure and satisfaction, to have steamy sex with him, not his serious commitment. If she had known he was looking for more, she wouldn't have approached him at all.

Oh, really?

Her subconscious mocked her, halting her in her tracks.

Would she truly have refrained from reaching out to him if she had known his true nature? Would she have kept her distance? Was there nothing beyond mere lust in her mind?

As she swallowed hard, a realization struck her. There was something more, something deeper than mere physical attraction. Her heart weighed heavily, burdened like a boulder in her chest. How was it possible for him to evoke emotions in her beyond the lust?

Blinking back her tears, she gathered her composure and cautiously approached the room he shared with Jagdish, hoping to find Chandrakant there. But his absence was evident, his bed untouched beside Jagdish's sleeping form. Determined, she embarked on a search, carefully peeking at each room in the resort.

As she reached the final room, she hesitated, preparing to investigate further, but was stopped to open the door by the unmistakable sound of Prasanna's moans. Her eyes widened as she comprehended that she was eavesdropping on an intimate moment of Prasanna with someone.

Unni's voice followed, groaning louder, "I'll be your... Argh... everything, my little Kuruvi," he paused as Prasanna moaned louder. "Just be mine forever."

"Ah... No!" Prasanna's response, however, was clear.

"Are you sure?"

Devika heard Unni groan his response and she heard a loud thud.

Prasanna cried in pleasure. "Fucking hell, you expe... Ah... Ah, God, Unni let me... Let me speak!" she worded in between pants and moans.

"Tsk, Tsk... I'll fuck you till you say yes! I knew that I... Argh... I have to negotiate harder to convince... convince you." Unni's growl sent heat rushing to Devika's cheeks.

She winced, acknowledging that she had once again stumbled upon too much information by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Silently slipping away, she noted that Chandrakant was still nowhere to be found.

Where could he be?

Lost in thought, she made her way toward the resort's exit, her steps leading her to the beach shore. Doubt clouded her mind; surely he wouldn't be out there alone in the darkness, lost in despair over someone like her.

Yet an indescribable pull urged her onward, despite her growing unease. The moonlight bathed the beach in a gentle glow, providing a fleeting sense of peace amid her inner turmoil. After an hour spent beneath the full moon, reflecting on her life's twists and turns—oh, wait, it was just one fucking person, she sighed heavily and rose to her feet.

Standing tall, she brushed the sand off her skirt, the grains clinging to her exposed inner thighs.

I was so fucking foolish to come here and search for him!

Eventually giving up on her quest, she turned back, retracing her steps toward the resort.

"Are you up for some midnight skinny dipping, Devika Ji?"

Fuck!

His voice, deep and mocking, sent a tantalizing shiver down her spine.

Startled, she spun to find him standing there, just behind her. Fucking half naked with no shirt on and his shorts leaving little to the imagination.

A very mischievous grin spread on his face.

Fuck!

With a swift motion, he discarded his shorts, leaving him clad in nothing but tight boxer briefs that hugged his groin. Every chiseled muscle from head to toe was on display, illuminated by the silver light of the night, his skin glowing like gold.

Oh my god!

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A/N

The upcoming two or three chapters might have a touch of smut, so consider this a heads-up. Nothing explicit, though. I'm doing my best to keep the story from veering into 'Mature' territory. (Fingers crossed that I don't accidentally make it too raunchy and have to change the tag!)

"Wo Ajnabee" is such a high-on-sexual tension song that it fits so well with this chapter. While writing, this was the only song I was looping again and again to keep me motivated, lol!

Also, that was the era when Shilpa Rao was an underrated gem, now, after so many years, I feel so happy to see her shining so brightly. I just love her so much :)

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