budding flower

chapter 2

Swathi's feet barely touched the ground as she hurried home, her heart still racing from the encounter with her mama.

She hastily changed into a vibrant red half-saree, the color of which matched the flush on her cheeks.

The fabric hugged her curves, accentuating her slender waist and rounded hips.

As she entered the kitchen, the aroma of sizzling spices and simmering curries enveloped her, making her stomach growl with hunger.

Her mother, Jyoti, was busy cooking a multitude of dishes, her hands moving with the precision of a seasoned chef.

Swathi's curiosity got the better of her, and she asked, "Amma, why are you cooking so many dishes today?"

Before Jyoti could respond, Swathi's father called out to her, his deep voice echoing through the house.

Swathi's heart skipped a beat as she made her way to meet him, her anklets jingling softly with each step.

After a brief conversation with her father, Swathi retreated to the sanctuary of her room, her mind still reeling from the events of the day.

She settled onto her bed, surrounded by the familiar comforts of her surroundings, and let out a deep sigh. The red half-saree rustled softly as she moved, a vibrant splash of colour.

Swathi's room was a cozy haven, adorned with vibrant colors and plush furnishings.

She shared it with her younger brother, Raj.

The room was divided into two sections, with Swathi's bed and dresser on one side, and Raj's bed and study desk on the other.

A beautifully crafted wooden partition separated the two areas, adorned with intricate carvings of flowers and leaves.

As Swathi settled onto her bed, she gazed around the room, taking in the familiar sights and sounds.

Her eyes landed on a framed photograph of her family, taken during a happy moment on a beach vacation.

Her parents, Jyoti and Kumar, beamed with pride, flanked by Swathi and Raj, who were both smiling from ear to ear.

The room was a reflection of Swathi's personality - warm, inviting, and full of life. Her clothes and accessories were neatly organized in her dresser and closet, while Raj's side of the room was a bit more chaotic, with books and papers scattered about.

Despite the chaos, Swathi loved sharing a room with her brother.

They had grown up together, sharing secrets, laughter, and tears.

Even now, when Raj was away at school, Swathi felt a deep connection to him, and cherished the memories they had made together in this very room.

As she sat down to teach Raj maths, Swathi's eyelids began to droop, her exhaustion from the day's events finally catching up with her.

She leaned her back against the wall, feeling the coolness of the painted surface seep into her skin. Her eyes, heavy with sleep, slowly closed, and she let out a soft sigh.

The maths textbook slid from her lap, landing with a gentle thud on the floor.

Swathi's head nodded forward, her chin dipping towards her chest.

Her breathing slowed, and her body relaxed, surrendering to the allure of sleep.

The warm sunlight streaming through the window cast a golden glow on Swathi's peaceful face, illuminating her gentle features.

Her dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, and her red half-saree rustled softly with each gentle breath.

As she slept, Swathi's mind wandered to the events of the day, her thoughts jumbled and unclear.

She dreamed of her mama, his strong and virile presence filling her senses.

She dreamed of Aditya, his kind eyes and gentle smile captivating her heart. And she dreamed of the lake, its crystal-clear waters reflecting the beauty and wonder if her beautiful body.

While she was draping the saree suddenly  a pair of strong ,veiny arms hugged her from behind and the warm lips continued to caress her skin, she realized with a start that someone was embracing her from behind.

At first, she was taken aback, her body tensing in surprise.

But as the gentle kisses rained down on her cheeks, jaw, and neck, she felt her resistance melt away.

The soft, wet kisses sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

As the lips moved to her neck, Swathi titled her head to the side, granting access to the sensitive skin.

She felt a rush of excitement as the mouth closed around her neck, the gentle suction sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Her heart racing, Swathi wondered who could be embracing her with such passion.

She tried to turn around, but the arms held her firm, continuing to lavish attention on her neck and shoulders.

As the kisses deepened, Swathi felt herself getting lost in the sensation. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh as the warmth spread through her body.

Suddenly  he bite her on the neck making her moan out aloud.

He grabbed her big boobs and started to press hardly making her moan.

" ahh ahhhh.."

One hand was groping  her boobs and another was pressing her waist.

While she was about to turn and see the person  ,she suddenly  woke from sleep .

Thinking about the dream she went down not seeing any of her family members  she went to the kitchen .

Seeing the cut vegetables  she thought to make lunch since she didn't  have breakfast  as she slept.

Without knowing  that a person is sitting  on the dinning table chair and watching her with desire and lust .

As she started to saute the vegetables in pan ,she grabbed ans inserted her saree pleats in her waist and rised her hand to grab the jar on the top shelf.

Grabbing the attention  of the person to her waist .

While she was trying to take the jar ,suddenly  someone hugged her from back.

She was startled fir a moment and suddenly she remembered her dream ,not wanting to miss the face she quickly  turned and was shocked to see the person.

He is no one but ......................
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