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As the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow over Bangalore, Shreya was caught in a web of conflicting emotions. The events of the day had been a whirlwind. It left her heart racing and her mind in turmoil.
She had made a decision that would alter the course of her life. But now, in the quiet solitude of her home, doubts began to creep in. Shreya’s mind drifted back to the morning. She woke up with a heavy heart, tears staining her cheeks. The guilt of her actions weighed heavily upon her.
She had betrayed Anjo, the man she had loved and lived with for three years. The thought of it tore at her conscience. Yet, she knew her love for him had been fading. It was overshadowed by his possessiveness and anger.
In a moment of desperation, she sought solace in the one thing she knew would ease her pain—pleasing Anjo. With gentle kisses and a tender touch, she awakened him from his slumber. Her lips found him and then slowly travelled down to his hardening shaft.
Her mouth enveloped him, her tongue swirling and sucking, taking him deep into her throat. It was her way of expressing love, a silent apology for the pain she had caused. He moaned in pleasure. She whispered her devotion, calling him ‘Daddy’ once more, hoping to rekindle the spark between them.
The taste of him filled her senses. As he climaxed, she savoured his essence, a bittersweet reminder of their connection. “Good morning, Daddy,” she murmured, her eyes filled with tears.
Afterwards, Shreya stood under the warm shower, the water washing away her guilt. She made a decision. She would confront Shiv, the man who had awakened her desires and shown her a different kind of love.
She would tell him it was over. She couldn’t continue their affair, no matter how intense their passion was. Dressing quickly, Shreya sent a text to Shiv, her fingers trembling as she typed. “I’ll be near your college in 30 minutes. Be ready. We need to talk.”
She knew this would be difficult. But she was determined to end things and move on with her life. Shiv, oblivious to Shreya’s inner turmoil, received her message and immediately abandoned his plans. He had been captivated by Shreya’s beauty and spirit from the moment they met.
The thought of losing her was unbearable. He rushed to the designated spot, his heart pounding with anticipation. Shreya arrived, her face set with determination. But as she laid eyes on Shiv, her resolve wavered. His charm and youthful energy were infectious.
Before she could utter a word, he pulled her into a passionate embrace. His lips crushed hers in a hungry kiss. The taste of betrayal was sweet, and she found herself surrendering to his touch once more.
Guiding her to a nearby hotel, Shiv’s hands were everywhere, exploring her body with urgency. He lifted her dress, revealing her lace panties, and with a swift motion, he tore them away, exposing her wetness.
His fingers delved into her, stroking her clit and plunging deep inside, eliciting moans of pleasure from Shreya’s lips.
“You’re mine, Shreya,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear. “No one else can make you feel this way.”
Shreya’s resistance crumbled. Shiv’s skilled tongue replaced his fingers, lapping at her sensitive flesh, driving her to the brink of ecstasy. Her hands gripped his hair, urging him closer as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, her body trembling as she came, her juices flowing freely.
Shiv lifted her onto the bed, his eyes dark with desire. He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock throbbing with need. “I want to be inside you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with passion. “I want to mark you as mine.”
Shreya nodded, her body yearning for his possession. He entered her slowly, filling her with his length, and she arched her back, meeting his thrusts with equal fervour. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each stroke intensifying their connection.
“Yes, fuck me, Shiv,” she panted, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Make me forget everything but you.”
He obliged, pounding into her with abandon, his hips snapping against her softness. The room echoed with the sounds of their pleasure—moans, grunts, and the wet slapping of skin on skin.
He felt her inner walls clench around him, signalling her impending release. He quickened his pace, driving them both to the edge.
“Cum for me, my love,” he urged, his voice raw. “Let me feel you come around my cock.”
Shreya’s body exploded in a cascade of sensations. Her climax rippled through her, milking his shaft as she cried out his name. He followed, thrusting deeply one last time, his seed pumping into her, marking her as his.
They lay entangled, their hearts racing and their bodies glistening with sweat. Shiv brushed the hair from Shreya’s face, his eyes filled with adoration. “Marry me, Shreya,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
“I don’t care about the age difference or what anyone else thinks. I love you, and I want to spend my life making you happy.”
Shreya’s breath caught in her throat as he produced a ring, a simple diamond band, and slid it onto her finger. “Yes,” she whispered, her eyes glistening with tears. “Yes, I will marry you, Shiv.”
Their lovemaking that afternoon was a celebration of their newfound commitment. Shiv worshipped her body with his lips and tongue, exploring every inch of her soft skin. He tasted her, teasing her sensitive buds until she was writhing beneath him, begging for release.
He positioned himself above her, his cock poised at her entrance. It slowly filled her again, his pace leisurely this time, each thrust a promise of forever. He whispered words of love as he moved within her, their bodies finding a rhythm that spoke of their deep connection.
As they climaxed together, a symphony of pleasure, Shiv’s words echoed in Shreya’s mind. “I love you, Shreya. Always and forever.”
While returning home that evening, Shreya’s heart was filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. She had made a choice, one that would change her life forever. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was about to shatter Anjo’s world.
As she stepped into their apartment, the soft glow of candlelight filled the room. She was greeted by a sight that took her breath away. Anjo, her Anjo, stood before her, wearing the same outfit from their first romantic dinner together.
His eyes held a mixture of hope and vulnerability. At that moment, Shreya’s doubts vanished.
“I’ve been waiting for you, my love,” he said, his voice soft and tender. “I know I’ve made mistakes, but I want to make it right. I want to show you how much I love you.”
Shreya’s eyes welled up with tears as she took in the effort he had put into recreating their special night. The room was filled with their memories—pictures of their happiest moments together, surrounded by roses, her favourite flower.
Anjo led her to the table, where a delicious meal awaited. He fed her with his own hands, his touch gentle and loving. With each bite, Shreya felt her love for him rekindling, her heart softening.
After dinner, Anjo blindfolded her, his hands trembling as he led her to the bedroom. He removed her blindfold, and Shreya gasped at the sight before her. The room was transformed into a sanctuary of love, adorned with their cherished memories.
“Shreya, my love, my life,” Anjo began, his voice breaking with emotion. “I know I’ve been blind to your needs, and my anger has hurt you. But I’ve realized that my life is meaningless without you. Will you marry me, Shreya? Will you be my wife and let me love you the way you deserve?”
Shreya’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked into Anjo’s eyes, filled with hope and desperation. She thought of Shiv, his proposal, and the ring hidden in her bag. But at that moment, she knew her heart belonged to Anjo. The man had loved her fiercely, even in his flawed way.
“Yes, Anjo,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Yes, I will marry you. I love you, and I want to be with you forever.”
Anjo’s eyes shone with joy as he gathered her into his arms, kissing her deeply. They made love that night with a passion born of renewed love and forgiveness. Anjo worshipped her body. His hands and mouth explored every inch of her, seeking to erase the pain he had caused.
As they lay entwined, their hearts beating as one, Shreya knew she had made the right choice. She had found her way back to Anjo, the man who had captured her heart from the start.
But as she drifted off to sleep, her mind wandered to Shiv, the man she had left waiting, his proposal hanging in the air. Little did Shreya know her decision would set in motion a chain of events that would change her life forever.
The two men in her life, both with their brand of love and desire, vied for her heart and soul.
Now, I request you to read Part 1 again. The guy who was fucking her so hard will be meeting Shreya for the last time. This is real real-life incident with just names changed.
If you really like to know whom she decided to leave and whom she accepted, you can email me.
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