Pratik was an IIT Bombay engineer, fresh out of college and ready to take on the world. He had always been a bit of a workaholic, focusing on his studies and career aspirations above all else. But as he settled into his new job, he found himself feeling a bit lonely and longing for something more.
One day, while out running errands, Pratik stumbled upon a small art gallery tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. Intrigued, he wandered in and was immediately struck by the beauty of the paintings on display. A soft voice caught his attention as he stood there, lost in thought.
“Can I help you with something?”
Pratik turned to see a young woman standing behind the counter, a shy smile on her face. She was petite and delicate, with long dark hair and piercing brown eyes. Pratik was immediately struck by her beauty and found himself at a loss for words.
“Um, yes, I was just looking,” he stuttered.
The woman smiled again and introduced herself as Arpita, the artist behind the displayed paintings. Pratik was fascinated by her talent and asked all sorts of questions about her art and inspiration.
As they talked, Pratik found himself completely captivated by Arpita’s shy yet confident demeanor.
He started looking for excuses to go to the Fine Arts gallery again and again.
“Wow, what a stunning painting this time,” he remarked. “It was there last week also,” Arpita dryly commented.
“Oh, was it,” I didn’t realize only. “Wow”
Even the peons knew that Pratik had fallen for Arpita.
One day, he mustered up the courage to ask her out. “Excuse me, do you want to go for a coffee today after the gallery closes?” he asked.
Arpita, very matter-of-factly, said, “I don’t want to disappoint you, but it closes very late today, and I don’t want to reach home late.
He was crestfallen. “How about tomorrow?” she asked.
Pratik’s day was made. He was drawn to her passion for art and her love of the creative process. And as they continued to chat, he realized that he was falling for her.
Over the next few weeks, Pratik and Arpita started going on dates to the movies and other cultural events around the city. They were completely in sync, finishing each other’s sentences and finding common ground on almost everything.
As their relationship deepened, Pratik began to see a side of Arpita that he had never known existed. She was a complex and multifaceted person with a deep love of literature and a fierce intellect.
But as with any relationship, there were challenges along the way. Arpita was a bit of a homebody, content to spend her days in the studio working on her art. Pratik, on the other hand, was used to the fast-paced world of engineering. He often found himself feeling restless and eager for new experiences.
He finally mustered the courage to ask, “Aren’t we dating?” Arpita replied with half a smile, “I guess.” He quickly grabbed her, pulled her close and gave her a big kiss on her lips. Arpita didn’t resist, and they continued kissing for more than a few minutes.
“I want to eat you up,” he commented. Arpita covered her face shyly. “I will book a suite at the Oberoi Grand and make love to you all weekend,” he said. She said ok.
Excited the day come, he picked her up and checked in. Arpita wore a white Kurti, jeans, and denim shorts with a cartoon t-shirt.
As they reached the elevator, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. As soon as the bellboy left, he grabbed her, pulled her closer and jumped on the bed, kissing her lips passionately.
Arpita was a really pretty girl. A classical Bengali beauty. Short but stunning looking. With a figure to die for. As a shy girl, she wore loose clothes, which Pratik was ready to tear apart.
He eased her out of her Kurti, and she had a slip underneath. He was aghast. “How many layers do you wear?”
He removed her slip to find the cutest, sweetheart neckline bra, and her ample assets, bursting out of there. Busty and petite could be one way to describe her.
He just grabbed her and continued kissing.
By now, Arpita was turned on and started unbuttoning Pratik’s shorts. “You are a nice guy, ya,” she remarked. This turned Pratik on even more. He started kissing her body all over, unhooking her bra with his left hand, “Wow, just wow,” he remarked.
Arpita has a pair of the most stunning boobs ever created. He softly started kissing them and then pulled her pants and panty down as he did so. The couple was stark naked.
Both realized they could not wait even a second more, and he started to enter. “You know it is my 1st time, right?” she said. Pratik responded with a deep passionate kiss and proceeded to enter. No protection. They were hopelessly in love.
Softly, gently, but firmly, he entered and continued kissing her. Sometimes on her breasts, lips, and neck, grabbing her shoulders to thrust deeper while they passionately continued.
Then Arpita sprang on top and continued while bringing her lips and boobs closer to him. “The best view on the planet,” he thought. He grabbed her beautiful ass and continued making love.
They switched to doggy style while he continued pulling her waist and fondling her tits. This is heaven, he thought. Covered in sweat, tears, and the most delightful aroma.
They were properly in a relationship by now. Despite their differences, Pratik and Arpita were determined to make their relationship work. They spent long hours talking and getting to know each other, building a strong foundation of trust and understanding.
And as the months passed, they grew even closer, their love for each other deepening with each passing day. Today, Pratik and Arpita are still together, their love as strong as ever.
They have built a life together filled with adventure, creativity, and, most importantly, love. And as they look back on their journey, they are grateful for the day they met and the path that led them to each other.
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