Shameless, Only For Him

Fourty three

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Puvi

"This question is wrong. No wonder why you couldn't solve it," I say as I analyze the problem and work on it roughly in the book.

"How careless and irresponsible of them! They've one job and couldn't even do it right. I was so stressed...because I keenly followed the method you taught me and when I still couldn't bring the right answer by the end, I thought I messed up in between," Dhana rants while seeming a bit relieved and irritated.

She's become studious and too adorable...

"I wasted so much time on that one stupid question and couldn't answer a few other questions as a result..." She whines and presses her fingers to her temple—circling the spot smoothly.

We're in my apartment as usual and I'm seated on the couch while Dhana perches on the floor next to my legs. She's in a white t-shirt and black knee-length skirt, looking extremely cute and hot at the same time.

"Chill Dhana, If you've attended the wrongly printed questions, they'll provide full marks—they ought to," a delighted expression caresses her countenance as she perks up at me.

"Really!?" I nod at her.

"I'm so happy!" She claps to herself and then tugs her textbooks forward. I couldn't help being enchanted by her little acts...

"I've only one exam remaining Puvi! After that, I'm going to be a stress-free human," she states in a pleased tone and smiles back at me. I mirror it back with less intensity—caught in the web of sinful desires.

"And make me beetroot rice today, it's been so long since I'd it," she declares while working on the problems in her notebook.

"As you wish," I spot a deep kiss on her cheeks—that she seizes with closed eyes and then I move to the kitchen to prepare the dinner.

I was halfway through grating the beetroot when I heard Dhana's call. "This is causing me brain damage..." She heaves at her hair.

"Don't be dramatic," I smack the back of her head and settle on the couch. "I'm not being dramatic, I'm genuinely perplexed by this problem. What's even the need to make such confusing problems? Whoever created this, I hope he suffers!" I smack her again and this time, she glares back at me. "Puvi! Stop hitting my head," she's so lovely when she becomes indignant.

"Nirutha mudiyath...enna di pannuva?" (I won't stop, what will you do?) I ask her teasingly.

"Po...(Go)," she turns her head towards the table that sits in front of us and focuses on the book. "Just help me solve this," as her voice dips into the pool of academic interest, I find myself being entrapped by her.

She's not distracted by me and that notion pushes me to probe her attention and fall towards me.

Without double thoughts, I swing one of my hands on her shoulder and let my palm touch the upper region of her breast. She snaps her head in my direction but I neglect it and continue to establish my focus on the books that lay atop the table.

"Ah.." She whimpers when I pinch her nipple over the shirt. "This is rather a difficult one," I utter, watching the book. But my hand was busy kneading her voluptuous bosom. It fits right into my palm and that has me squeeze it repeatedly.

"Puvi..." I insert my hand into her shirt through the thin neckline and cup her bra-clad breast. Fuck...that's damn soft and squishy even through the fabric.