The moon shine bright in the sky, it was reddish in colour too. It was the day of purnima. The moonlight entered inside the hostel room.
It was 6:00pm. The fan was swirling up on the ceiling. Thabal was sitting blankly. Meera and Shreya were engrossed in their phones.
Meera's eyes accidently went to her figure. She frowned looking at her.
"Oi, kya huwa tujhe? Jaghra hogaya kya? Jabse aayi hai tab se deep thought pe hi hai tu" she asked, with a raised brow. Thabal sighed and looked towards her.
"Kuch nahi re. Asa kuch nahi hai. Bas kuch soch rahi thi" she said slowly. Muttering lowly. Shreya kept her phone and turned to her fully now.
"Bol kya huwa. Something's wrong? Anyone offending you?" She asked with a deep scowl. Thabal shook her head. She fiddled with her fingers and looked at her.
"Umm suno. Tum dono se kuch baat karni thi" she started hesitantly. Now their full attention was on her. They both climb down from their beds and inched near her, sitting on the floor, infront of her.
"Bol. Sun rahe hai" Meera encouraged. Thabal took a deep breath in.
"Pata nahi kidhar se shuru karu. I am kind of hesitating. Tum log ka kya-" before she could continue more Shreya suddenly shrieked.
"Whattttt! Please bhai don't tell me you are pregnant. Oh my God!! Mein itni jaldi masi?? Tu bacha kaise sambhalegi abhi-"
"CHUP!" She was shut up by both Thabal and Meera at the same time.
"Kya anap sanap bolti hai tu" Thabal glared, her cheeks heating up from her words.
"Tu bol kya huwa" Meera turned to her, fully focused. Thabal paused for a moment as if thinking how to stay.
"Behen please bolde. Mera heartbeat tez ho raha hai" Meera groaned in frustration.
"Umm woh. Vikram said something. Like suggested something" Thabal began, scratching her head a little.
"Kya?" Both of them asked in the same time. Thabal sighed and looked at them. Preparing herself to finally reveal.
"Woh. He umm. He told me to shift with him. I mean move in with him in his house" she said. But they didn't said anything. Nor responded. Just stared at her as if she was speaking alien language.
"So meine kaha usko to give me some time. That I will talk to you both and decide. Toh tum log kya kehte ho. Kya karna chahiye" she added slowly. For a minute they didn't said anything. Just stared at her. Then Shreya very calmly asked her.
"Toh tu bol rahi hai. Vikram sir ne tujhe apne saath rehne ko kaha hai. Woh bhi hamesha ke liye?" She asked in a calm tone. Thabal hesitantly nodded.
"BHAIII! Mein toh kehti hoon chali ja. Chali jaaa" Shreya grinned happily, jumping from the floor.
"Huh? Par-" Thabal's face morphed in confusion.
"Aare koi par war nahi. Girl! You are the luckiest. And woh kitna aache hai. He takes care of you like you are his wife. Soch uske saath rahegi toh kitnaaa pyaar karega? Hayeee!" Shreya cut her off and dropped on the floor dramatically. Meera nodded in agreement, far calmer.
"Dekh Thabal. We don't have any objection to anything relating to your life till it makes you happy. Tu jab khush nahi hogi, tab objection hai. But tujhe toh khushi Vikram sir ke pass hi milti hai" she said so softly that it hit Thabal. She nodded slowly.
"Tu bol tujhe jana hai? Agar jana hai toh ja. Nahi toh mat ja. Aache se soch. If ja rahi hai toh chinta mat kar. We will be the same. Tu hamse kuch bhi share kar sakti hai. Agar saath rehne ke baad he starts changing negatively toh ek second bhi rukhna nahi udhar" Meera sternly warned. Thabal nodded quickly at it.
"I feel he won't. I believe he won't do such things" she sighed softly, speaking in his defence. Meera nodded at it.
"Tujhe jana hai ki nahi" Shreya asked, tapping her feet against the floor.
"Jana hai" Thabal admitted shyly. Both of them grinned at it.
"Toh chinta kis baat ki. Ja simran ja. Ji le apni jindagi" Meera dramatically sighed.
"But log kya kahenge-" Thabal started.
"Log har baar kuch na kuch kahenge. Tum logon ke liye nahi jee rahi ho" Shreya cut in firmly. Meera nodded in agreement.
"You both really think it's okay?" Thabal asked softly. Hesitation clearly seen in her face. Meera reached out and squeezed her hand.
"We wouldn't say yes otherwise" she assured gently. Thabal thought for a moment before smiling and nodding.
"I will inform him" she said and was about to take out her phone when suddenly Shreya gasped, eyes lighting up.
"WAIT!" Both of them looked at her.
"Mat bol" she grinned mischievously. Meera raised an eyebrow.
"Kya matlab?" She asked in confusion.
"Surprise de. Seedha uske ghar pohoch jaa. Suitcase ke saath" Shreya said, practically bouncing. Thabal's heart skipped at it. Surprise?
"Aare par you know thoda" she started but Shreya cut her off.
"Aare imagine kar. Woh duty se aaye, door khole, aur saamne tu khadi ho, ready to move in" Shreya continued excitedly.
Meera considered it for a moment, then smiled.
"Honestly speaking. Idea bura nahi hai. Banda khushi se apne aap ko sambhal hi nahi payega" Meera laughed softly.
Thabal sat frozen between them, emotions crashing all at once, nervousness, excitement, fear, happiness.
"Achaa thik hai" she said, finally agreeing. The two girls squealed happily.
"Chal chal pack kar" Shreya ushered excitedly. Thabal frowned at her.
"Hain? Abhi se kyu karu. Kal kar lungi" she brushed off dismissively. Shreya looked at her stunned and slapped her forehead.
"Abe pagal aurat. Abhi jayegi tu! Abhi!" She groaned in irritation. Thabal widened her eyes at her words. What the hell!! Now???
"Huh?? ABHI?? What the hell. Abhi kaise jawungi. Raat hogayi hai. Aur abhi jana pura messy nahi hojayega?" She said bewildered by Shreya's words.
"Aare behen. Woh kahawat nahi suni. 'Kal kare so aaj kar, aaj kare so ab. Pal mein pralay hoegi, bahuri karega kab'" Shreya sighed dramatically.
"Shubh kam mein deri nahi karni chahiye. Aaj Monday bhi hai. Aacha din hai. Aacha time dekhke nikal ja" Meera agreed. Thabal smiled, her heart thudding faster.
"Dar sa lag raha hai" she said while touching her chest, just above the heart. The smile never lifting from her lips.
Meera smiled at her and nudged her.
"Kaisa dar?" She asked.
"Aacha wala" Thabal answered.
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The house was quiet except the hall. Vikram sat in the hall's couch, changed into a plain white t shirt, with a brown casual pants. His hands were busy, typing a draft report on his laptop.
On his phone an officer was speaking continuously.
"Sir, toh kal jo operation ka update bhejna hai, woh-" he spoke.
"Hmm. Draft bhej diya hai. Tum bas morning tak check karke confirm kar dena" Vikram replied, massaging the back of his neck.
He leaned back against the couch, typing with one hand, the other holding a pen he kept twirling subconsciously. His eyes were focused on the laptop. Completely drowned in it.
"Aur sir. Aapko commisioner sir ne Mumbai jane ko bola asa kuch suna meine. I heard woh Keshav Rao ka phone Mumbai pe active huwa tha" the officer informed. Vikram hummed in return.
"Let him say it to me" Vikram responded in a grumble. Just as he pulled the laptop slightly closer, the door bell suddenly rang.
He ignored it first thinking Kavita would answer it. But the doorbell continued to rang. He sighed in irritation.
"Mausi! Mausi" he called. But heard nothing response.
"Mausi!" He called loudly this time. A faint 'haan' was heard. He sighed and shook his head. Phone still on speaker, the officer continued.
"Sir, aur-"
"Wait, Karan. I will talk to you later" Vikram said and ended the call, walking toward the door.
He unlocked the door casually, fully expecting a courier or some neighbour. But when the door swung open, his entire world stilled. There she was. His Thabal. Standing at his doorstep.
Two suitcase beside her. Standing nervously. She wore a blue jeans and the top he gave. And she looked absolutely gorgeous in it. For a full two seconds, Vikram just stared. Not blinking at all. The shock hit him like a punch. His hand tightened on the doorknob. His lips parted, but no words came out at first.
"Umm… hi" She shifted her weight shyly. A breath finally escaped him, one he didn't know he was holding.
"Chand? Yaha kya kar rahi ho? Itni raat gaye? Bola kyu nahi mujhe. Mein lene aa jata-" He rambled, worry lacing his voice
"Vikram. Calm down. Woh mein Meera ke bhaiya ke saath aayi thi. Meera bhi saath hi thi" she assured him softly. Vikram still stared at her in daze. As if not able to digest her presence.
"Lekin. Lekin, tum kya kar rahi ho idhar. Woh bhi with this?" He asked, pointing towards the suitcase she brought. Thabal smiled and scratched the back of her neck.
"Umm. Woh. Aapne bola tha na move in karne ko" she hesitantly started. Vikram gulped at it. Afraid to hear further. His heartbeat thudded faster.
"T-toh?" He stuttered. Something he never did.
"Toh.... surprise!?" She grinned, although her heartbeat was racing faster than anything else.
And something warm, uncontrollable, almost boyish spread across his face. A slow smile. Soft. Disbelieving.
Full of a happiness he never expected today.
Before Thabal knew, he had already lifted up in his arms. Thabal shrieked at the sudden move. She circled her arms around his neck to steady herself.
"Vikram! Kya kar rahe hai aap. Aunty bhi hogi. Niche utaro mujhe" she whispered yelled, blushing furiously.
"Oh baby. I don't care about anyone now. It's just you and me" he whispered and took long strides inside. Walking up the stairs. Thabal stared at him, her heartbeat racing faster and faster. Butterflies swarm in her tummy.
The way he lifted her up, one of his arms was firmly behind her shoulders and the other deep under the crook of her knees. Thabal's feet dangled off the floor. She liked the feeling, of her being so close with him.
She stared at her side profile, carefully examining him. His skin, his stubble beard, his pink lips. Perfectly shaped eyebrows, sharp eyes, which soften only for her. She blushed harder if possible.
They reached a door. Vikram kicked it opened hurried and entered in. It was his room. Thabal remembered it. Before she could say anything, he threw her on his bed softly and caged her in between his arms.
The bed was soft, but the heat radiating from Vikram as he leaned over her was intense. A swarm of butterflies erupted in her stomach, fluttering so wildly she felt breathless. Up close, his scent, a mix of sandalwood and something comforting , wrapped around her like a blanket. She watched the way his sharp gaze swept over her face, his eyes dark with a hunger that made her heart hammer against her ribs.
She couldn't even speak anything, because the next second he pressed his lips on hers. Thabal was stunned at first but she came to her senses when Vikram started moving his lips, passionately. Sucking on her lips greedily, as if his life depends on it.
Vikram wasn't just kissing her, he was consuming her. His lips were firm and warm, moving with a desperate, hungry rhythm that sent jolts of electricity straight to her core.
The sound of his low, ragged breathing filled the quiet space between them. He tilted his head, deepening the angle to claim her more fully.
His tongue swept against her lips, asking her to open up. And she did, she invited him in by parting her lips slowly. Letting her tongue meet his. Their tongues swirled against each other intimately.
So much that it aroused both of them to a point. It was hard to remove the ache down there. The intensity of the desire and raw feeling made Thabal's thighs clenched together. An ache formed down in her lower intimate area.
She gasps slowly, moaning and humming softly. And the moans were enough to break his control. Vikram was painfully hard. He felt his loose pants tightened so much, that he wanted to tear it open.
This wasn't a new feeling. Just her single touch, it made him so aroused to the point that he couldn't think of anything else. He tried not to think of anything unholy about her. Because she deserves better than that, she was pure and he wanted to share a bond of purity with her.
But damn this girl. He couldn't help but imagine how would she look, underneath him. Moaning his name and taking his raw thurst. Everytime they kissed, he imagined himself kissing her while he fuck the hell out of her.
Vikram groaned lowly against her lips. God help him because his control was in a thin rope now, just about to tear open.
His hands, which had been bracing his weight, shifted. One hand slid upward, his fingers tangling roughly into her hair, grounding her as the kiss turned even more frantic. He groaned low in his throat, a primal, vibrating sound that Thabal felt deep in her own chest.
Every time he pulled her lower lip between his teeth or sucked with that greedy, possessive force, the butterflies in her stomach turned into a wild, roaring fire.
Her hands traveled from his chest to his shoulders, her nails digging slightly into his shirt as she tried to pull him even closer, wanting to bridge every remaining millimeter of space.
Soon they pulled away, trying to chase their breath. Vikram looked at her with eyes burning in hunger and passion. Thabal looked at him shyly before moving her gaze away. She couldn't handle his strong gaze. It did something to her.
"Vikram?" Kavita suddenly interrupted the moment. Vikram looked at the door and to Thabal. Her eyes were widened, as if caught stealing. Vikram couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction. He leaned in to place a kiss on her lips before lifting his body up from her.
"Vikram? Room pe ho kya? Koi aaya hai kya? Bahar suitcase para hai-" before she could continue more. Vikram stood up and walked towards the door, pulling it open.
Kavita looked at him, eyes narrowed. She looked at his messy hair and red bright lips.
"Kya huwa kuch-" before she could continue more, her eyes fall upon Thabal's timid figure, sitting on Vikram's bed nervously, cheeks bright red.
"Thabal? Thabal yaha kya kar rahi hai?" Kavita asked wide eyed. Then her eyes fall upon his lips and her flustered self. Realisation dawn upon her. She immediately slapped his arm.
"Badmas! Raat ko usko bulake yeh sab kar rahe ho? Woh bhi mere rehte? Besharam kahike, mere jane ka intejar bhi nahi tha?" She frowned playfully and scolded him. Vikram chuckled and turned to look at Thabal who looked completely red.
"Kya mausi. Aapki hone wali bahu hai. Bhag ke aayi hai mere liye" he smirked playfully. Thabal widened her eyes at his words. What the hell! This man!
"Nahi aunty-" she started abruptly but Kavita was too excited to hear anything. She grinned hard and ran inside to her.
"Devaa! Mera sapna finally pura huwa. Chalo chalo tumhare saath bohot baat karni hai mujhe. Iss janwar ke saath aur rahogi toh kha jayega yeh tumhe" Kavita dragged her out with her, excitement and happiness filling her veins.
Vikram smiled looking at their departing figure. But it soon fade away when a painful and aching sensation knocked in his lower area. He looked down and saw the bulge fighting to free out.
He sighed and walked towards the bathroom. Clicking on the lights, he closed the door and stood inside. He immediately pulled down his zip and through his boxer, pulled out his hard, raging dick.
His breathing slowly turned into small gasps. He started stroking it slowly. Running his hand around. He felt too big suddenly, his dick was hard like non before. Few precum leaked from his penile urethra, dropping on the bathroom tiles.
He started running his hands faster. Fapping fast and in hurry. The bathroom walls, filled with low groans.
"Fuck fuck" he muttered to himself slowly as he continued to run his hand on his shaft. He imagined himself infront of her. Lining his hard dick in front of her pussy.
Oh how beautiful she would look. All naked and vulnerable infront of him. The thought itself made him shudder, his tip became more sensitive.
As he ran his hand rapidly, he imagined her moaning his name in her small, sweet voice. He would rub his dick in her hole's entrance. Coating his already wet dick with her slick wetness. Blending the two liquid together.
He would slowly entered in, and after she adjust, fuck her into oblivion. He would fuck her hard and raw. So much that she will crave for him, day and night. Every single hour, her cute little pussy will ache for him, for his dick.
"Haahh. Thabal" he moaned softly, closing his eyes. Almost reaching his high. All these unholy thoughts were making him go crazy.
"Ahh. Haaa" he gasps for air, breathing through his mouth. Lips parting a bit open.
He wanted to squeeze her breast. He felt it many times when they hugged. He felt the softness of her fats. And that was enough for him to harden instantly.
He wanted to suck her nipples until they become sore. He wanted to breed her. Fill her breasts with milk, which only he would drink.
"Ahhhnn" he groaned before shooting ropes of cum on the tiles.
"Haa! Fuck. Fuck!" He muttered to himself, the wave of pleasure fueling his inside. His hand movements softened. Dropping the last drop of the semen, Vikram finally breathed properly.
He closed his eyes for a moment and opened it. He heard a faint sound of female laugh and loud talks. He couldn't mistaken her voice ever.
She was laughing out there, so cheerfully and innocently. Without any knowledge that he was jerking thinking of her. While imagining to fuck her hard. His jaw clenched as the thought poundered upon.
A wave of guilt and frustration crossed his heart.
"What the fuck am I doing?" He muttered to himself, clenching his fist and banging on the wall. Not hardly to injured himself, but to let out his frustration.
Yet a part of him knew. It wasn't the first time he did that. And he couldn't promise himself that he won't do it again. Because Vikram Sharma the saint, the most disciplined officer cannot control himself in the presence of Thabal Chanu.
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