It was Monday noon, and the sun peeked through the blinds of Parthu’s apartment, casting a patterned glow on his cluttered work desk. Parthu, in his usual crumpled t-shirt and shorts, stared intently at his computer screen, fingers dancing over the keyboard in a rhythmic pattern of productivity. The silence was occasionally pierced by the distant sound of a pressure cooker from the neighboring flat, hinting at lunchtime preparations.
Karuna had arrived earlier than usual, her dupatta slightly askew, and a hint of excitement in her eyes. She greeted him with a shy smile, her voice barely louder than a murmur. “Your family has gone to their hometown for the festival?” she inquired, her curiosity not entirely veiled.
“Yes,” Parthu responded, his eyes lingering on her for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. “They’ll be back in a week.” He swiveled back to his computer, pretending to focus on his work. In reality, his mind raced with thoughts of the empty apartment and the tantalizing proximity of his maid Karuna.
Karuna’s husband, Suresh, was a notorious drunkard who often stumbled home late at night, reeking of alcohol and sometimes accompanied by a string of unsavory characters. Parthu had seen the bruises on Karuna’s arms, the sadness in her eyes when she thought no one was looking. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity for her, trapped in such a life. It was well known among the residents that Suresh had left for the festival to indulge in his vices without repercussion.
As the day wore on, the silence of the apartment began to feel oppressive. Parthu’s thoughts grew louder, more insistent. He had an idea. “Karuna,” he called out, “Would you like to watch a movie with me tonight? I will order KFC and popcorn.” He tried to keep his voice casual, but his heart thumped in his chest, betraying his excitement.
She paused mid-sweep, glancing over her shoulder with a hint of surprise. “But the neighbors… they might talk.”
Parthu shrugged, a calculated nonchalance. “Most of them are away too. Besides, it’s just one night, and we’ll keep the volume down.” He offered a gentle smile, the kind that held the promise of a harmless, casual evening.
The maid hesitated, weighing the prospect of a rare treat against the whispers that might follow. The allure of the comfortable bed was strong, a stark contrast to her own lumpy mattress shared with her snoring husband. Her gaze drifted to the plush couch, and she imagined herself sinking into it, a bowl of popcorn in hand, watching a movie without worrying about interruptions or judging eyes. “Okay,” she finally agreed, the word slipping out in a soft exhale. “But only for the movie.”
Parthu couldn’t suppress the smile that stretched across his face as he quickly swiveled the two-seater sofa to face the large television, creating a cozy little nook. The gesture was innocent enough, but the thrill of being alone with Karuna made his pulse race. He ordered KFC and popcorn online, choosing their favorite flavors from memory. He hoped the gesture would score him some points, making their evening together feel more like a shared secret.
As the sun began to set, casting an orange glow across the living room, they settled onto the couch with the food arranged neatly on the coffee table. The latest Telugu hit played on the screen, the volume just low enough to keep their conversation private. Parthu chose the movie strategically; it was one he knew she’d enjoy, a romance that could potentially stir her emotions and make her more receptive to his company.
With each passing minute, Parthu inched closer to his married maid Karuna. His leg brushed against hers, and she stiffened slightly but didn’t pull away. He took this as a good sign and continued his subtle approach. He leaned in a few more centimeters, close enough to catch the faint scent of her coconut oil-infused hair. His heart was racing now, and he could feel the heat of her body next to his. The room seemed to shrink as the tension grew.
The movie played on, its romantic plotline a silent accomplice to his intentions. As the lead characters on-screen shared their first kiss, Parthu slowly put his hand on the sofa, just behind Karuna’s back. She didn’t flinch, her eyes glued to the television. He took another deep breath, mustering his courage.
Parthu’s finger hovered in the air, the distance to her shoulder seemingly vast. He could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her skin beckoning. Finally, his index finger made contact, light as a feather. She tensed but didn’t pull away, her eyes still focused on the screen. He allowed his hand to linger, his fingertips gently tracing the fabric of her salwar, feeling the tautness of the material stretched over her shoulder.
His palm grew warmer, and his breathing shallower. The beat of his heart seemed to echo through the quiet apartment. The room was filled with the muted sounds of the movie, the occasional sizzle of the popcorn popping in the background, and the erratic rhythm of their breathing. Karuna remained still, the tension in her body palpable, but she didn’t reject his touch. He took it as a silent invitation to move his hand a bit further, his thumb grazing the skin just above her collarbone.
The film’s romance reached its peak, and the couple on screen danced under the moonlight. Parthu watched Karuna out of the corner of his eye, her pupils dilated and her cheeks flushed. She was lost in the story, her vulnerability laid bare. It was now or never, he thought. He leaned in, closing the gap between them, his eyes searching hers for permission.
Her gaze flickered from the TV to his face, a mix of confusion and curiosity. He saw the moment she realized what he was about to do, the moment she made her decision. She didn’t pull away, didn’t say no. He took it as a sign, leaning in further, his hand sliding up her arm to cup her cheek. Their faces were so close he could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin. The silence was electric, charged with unspoken desire and anticipation.
Their eyes locked for a second that felt like an eternity, and then he kissed the servant, his lips pressing softly against hers. It was a gentle, tentative kiss, questioning, seeking a response. At first, she was still, but then she melted into it, her hand reaching up to touch his shoulder, tentatively at first, and then more firmly, as if to anchor herself to him. It was a kiss filled with unspoken yearnings and stolen moments of tenderness.
Parthu’s hand moved to the back of her neck, his thumb stroking the soft skin as he deepened the kiss. Karuna’s eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into him, her other hand resting on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. The smell of fried chicken and popcorn filled the room, a stark contrast to the intimate scene unfolding on the screen and between them.
Their kiss grew more urgent, their bodies pressing closer together. Parthu felt the tension in Karuna’s body ease as she began to respond more passionately, her hand sliding down to his waist. He could feel the heat of her against him, the fabric of her blouse growing damp. He pulled away just enough to whisper in her ear, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Her eyes searched his, filled with a mix of fear and longing. She knew the consequences of giving in to this temptation, but the allure of the comfortable bed was too strong. She nodded, and they rose together, leaving the half-eaten KFC and popcorn forgotten on the table.
The bedroom door creaked open, and the cooler air enveloped them. The bed looked even more inviting under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Parthu took Karuna’s hand, guiding her to the bed, his heart racing as he pulled back the covers. He watched her as she sat down, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her salwar.
Karuna looked up at him, her eyes filled with a silent plea. “What are we doing?” she whispered, the tremor in her voice betraying her fear.
Parthu knelt beside her, his hand stroking hers in a soothing gesture. “We’re just enjoying a moment, Karuna. That’s all.” His voice was low, filled with a seductive warmth. “You deserve this. You deserve to feel good.”
Her eyes searched his, seeking reassurance. He leaned in again, pressing his lips to hers, and she responded, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. They kissed with a passion that seemed to have been building for months, if not years. The line between innocence and desire blurred as their bodies grew closer, their kisses growing more intense.
Parthu felt his self-control slipping. He gently pushed her back onto the bed, their limbs entangling as he lay beside her. His hand traced the outline of her face, the softness of her skin sending waves of heat through him. He paused to look into her eyes, the depth of which seemed to swallow him whole. He saw the hesitation, the fear, but also the longing, the desire for something more than what life had given her.
Her hands roamed his back, her nails lightly scraping his skin as she pulled him closer. Parthu took this as a cue, his hands moving to untie the knot at the back of her blouse. He did it with care, not wanting to rush this moment, savoring the anticipation. As the fabric fell away, revealing the maid’s simple cotton bra, he kissed her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath his lips.
He could feel her breath hitch as his fingertips grazed the skin of her collarbone. He took his time, his kisses trailing down her chest, feeling her tremble beneath his touch. The room was quiet except for their breaths, their hearts echoing in the stillness. He unhooked her bra with one hand, his other arm supporting her, and she let it fall away, exposing her to him.
The sight of her bare skin made Parthu’s mind swirl. She was so much more beautiful than he had ever allowed himself to imagine. He kissed her breasts, his tongue flicking over her erect nipples, savoring the taste of her. Karuna gasped, her body arching up to meet his mouth. It was a response that only fueled his desire, and he kissed her more fervently.
Her hands slid down his back, her nails digging in slightly as she pulled him closer, urging him to continue his exploration. Parthu’s own shirt was discarded in the heat of the moment, their bodies now a tangle of passionate need. His kisses grew more intense, moving down her torso, lingering over the gentle curve of her stomach. She was so soft, so warm, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
As his hand moved lower, her legs shifted, allowing him access to the fabric of her salwar. He took it as an invitation, his fingers untying the string that held it in place. The fabric fell away, revealing her simple cotton underwear, already damp with desire. He kissed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, moving higher, feeling her pulse quicken with each touch.
Karuna’s hands found their way to his hair, gripping tightly as she whispered his name, a mix of want and fear. She was lost in the sensation, the gentle pressure of his mouth on her, the way he tasted and teased her. Her hips began to move in sync with his, a silent plea for more.
Parthu slid her underwear aside, exposing her to the coolness of the room. He kissed her gently, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh. She gasped, her back arching as his tongue touched her. She had never felt anything so intense, so consuming. Her body was his to explore, and she couldn’t bring herself to stop him.
His tongue danced over her, tasting her pussy in slow, deliberate strokes. Each pass sent a jolt of pleasure through her, making her legs shiver. Her breath grew ragged, her eyes squeezed shut, as she tried to comprehend the sensations that overwhelmed her. It was as if every nerve in her body was on fire, each one screaming for more of his touch.
Her hands found the back of his head, pushing him closer, her hips rising to meet his mouth. Parthu took it as a sign, his tongue delving deeper, exploring her with a hunger that was both thrilling and terrifying. The sounds of his mouth on her, the wetness of his tongue, filled the room, mingling with their heavy breaths and the occasional whimper that escaped her lips.
The maid’s moans grew louder, the pleasure building, uncontrollable. Her nails dug into his scalp as he licked and sucked, each touch sending waves of ecstasy through her. She’d never experienced this kind of intimacy before, and it was as if she were discovering a new part of herself, one that had been buried under the weight of duty and expectation.
Parthu felt a sense of power, but also tenderness. He wanted to make her feel good, to give her a night she would remember forever. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around him. She was so wet, so ready. He added another, then another, moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her hips buck.
Her nails dug into his scalp as he started to lick her clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. She gasped, her body jolting as the pleasure grew more intense. He knew he had found her sweet spot, and he focused there, his tongue moving in fast, firm circles that made her toes curl.
Karuna’s legs quivered, and her moans grew louder as Parthu’s mouth worked magic on her. She had never felt anything so exquisite, so raw and all-consuming. Her hips began to move in tandem with his rhythm, urging him faster, harder. Her breath hitched in her throat as she neared the edge of climax, the world outside the bedroom ceasing to exist.
The moment came suddenly, like a dam bursting. She raised her hip, her body tensing as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her. She felt the warmth of her release spurt into his mouth, and he didn’t flinch. Instead, he continued to lick and suck at her clit, his movements becoming more fervent as he tasted her pleasure. The sensation was so overwhelming she thought she might pass out.
Her grip on his hair tightened, pulling him closer as her hips rocked against his face. She was lost in the ecstasy, her moans echoing through the quiet apartment. Her body was no longer her own, controlled by the waves of pleasure that crashed over her. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion, the kind she had only ever read about or seen in movies.
As the last tremors of her orgasm subsided, she looked down at Parthu, his face glistening with her arousal. He looked up at her with a smug smile, his eyes dark with desire. “Your turn,” she breathed, her voice still shaky.