[fasterboy]

Best update so far ! The way Anvita's conscious is brought back using FIL character is really amazing. FIL hopefully is not playing any games but he could fix things. Also yet to see if Anvita remembers his words to call him before committing any mistake. Lets watch the battle of love vs lust. In any case I hate her surrendering to Rajat , rather like her to give him a fitting lesson. Varun and Rajat are misguided souls and perverts who doesn't deserve Anvita. Atleast Shreyas has concern for her feelings.

shreyas is not different than rajat and varun. He is just have other way to approach to conquer other married vagina. Their goal are same and doesn't have any feelings. Does have they ? If so, why they approach married women knowing that sooner or later her marriage will suffer.

[fasterboy]

She felt corrupt.
No. I will not fail him. I will be a good wife. I will not see any desperate dream. She tried to assure herself.
However, she constantly bore a gut feeling that it was just the calmness before a storm.

:D :D   he he!

[desihunter]

Can we have update today? I know I am asking much but can't wait for next update

[showstopernew]

Waiting for the storm.

[fasterboy]

eager to know which storm makes flood in avita or whish storm enough strong to shake her complete in back

[kamdev99008]

eager to know which storm makes flood in avita or whish storm enough strong to shake her complete in back

me also  :D

[luvpain]

I must admit this has gone way too tempting now. I am more inclined to see Anvi turn herself into what secretly she want her to be. Good going Krish.

[showstopernew]

Krish, continue......

[krish_999]

Chapter 39

Anvita

Atul was getting ready to leave. Anvita sat on the bed and watched him with a loving smile.
“Will you miss me?”
He threw a quick glance at her. “Why not?”
Anvita mocked a sad face.
“That was so unromantic.”
Atul closed his briefcase and forced a smile.
“I will miss you, sure, my dear!”
“Promise?”
“Promise!” Atul said blankly.
He stood in front of the mirror and checked himself. Anvita got up and hugged him from behind.
“You look tensed. What’s the matter, honey?”
“I am tensed,” he admitted. “This deal has high stakes.”
“Are you going to remove Shreyas from his office?”
“That is not my intention. I have sympathy for him. He is a simple man; always there, helping me. If he loses his job, I will feel guilty. But that’s not gonna stop me from going up. I am the best, I deserve the best.”
He turned to her and kissed her on her forehead.
“You will get this deal, Atul. You are the best.”
Anvita kissed him back.

When he left, Anvita thought about Shreyas. I have sympathy for him. He’s a simple man; always there, helping me. If he loses his job, I will feel guilty. She remembered Atul’s words.
No, he’s not a simple man, Atul. Don’t be sympathetic. Don’t feel guilty for his loss. Because he tried his best to take what is yours. Now it’s your chance. Claim what so far belonged to him. Claim it from him.
Anvita smiled.
She was not certainly agitated against Shreyas. She just loved Atul too much. She wanted him to win every race he was in.

When Anvita walked back to her house her eyes fell at the closed door opposite. She remembered dad's words. Rajat was back to meet Neeti when Mohit went out of town. It was a big lie that Rajat was going to move on. He's still waiting for opportunity. When it strikes, he'll show his true colours.
And Anvita expected him to make a move at Atul's absence. And he did, in the evening, as he phoned her.
“Shall we go for a dinner tonight?”
Anvita was expecting his move.
“Not today, Rajat.” She said readily.
“You are avoiding me, aren’t you? It is the hundredth time that you are refusing me. You don’t refuse to Shreyas like this, do you?”
“No, Rajat. It’s not like that. I have a guest.”
“Guest?”
“Yeah, my cousin brother is here.”
She was thinking about Prithvi. For her, he was the safest guy on the earth.

She phoned Prithvi immediately.
“Can you come tonight? Atul is not here… And I'm feeling bored here.”
She did not tell him about Rajat.

Prithvi arrived two hours later.
“What took you so long?”
“I was getting ready.”
Anvita laughed, “Ready for what? Do you think it’s a date?”
“For me it’s a date. Tell me how do I look?”
“You look handsome, now. But it is not gonna last much. Because I am gonna make you wear my churidar and then you will look beautiful.”
Anvita laughed.
His eyes grew wider, “Really? I am gonna really love it then.”
Anvita pushed him away, laughingly, “Pervert! Look at your perverted face.”
Anvita had almost had the dinner ready. When it was over, she made coffee and they sat in front of the TV.
It had begun to rain outside. When Anvita returned to kitchen, Prithvi followed her, talking to her.
“Did you never have a girlfriend?”
She asked him once.
“Twice. Twice, I had girlfriends.”
He sat cross-legged on the couch and told the stories of his two failed love stories. One was in high college.
“Her name was Sneha. She was my best friend for two years.”
But she ended the friendship when he proposed her.
“Really? That's the reason?”
Anvita asked.
“It's true,” and Prithvi thought he learned something from it, and he refrained from proposing the next girl he fell for.
“We were both sixteen. She was from another batch and we me became friends during cultural program. When she had to conduct surveys and I helped her to collect samples. We used to hang out and take rides together.”
Prithvi spoke with a simper. His eyes shone in the memory of the girl and the fun he shared with her.
“She had a really sweet voice, like yours, and she would sing only for me, that too, when I force her for long.”
One day they went to a film and that's when they kissed for the first time. Prithvi thought he was quite lucky.
“And I thought she liked me really. I was an idiot.”
“When one boy from our senior batch proposed her she readily accepted it!”
“That's so bad.”
“Yeah, it was really bad.”
“What did you do then?”
“What can I do? My friends were all over me, killing me with teases,” Prithvi laughed. “Tell me about your first love.”
He demanded.
It instantly brought a smile on Anvita’s face.
“First love!”
She kept smiling. “It’s not actually love. It was just a feeling that was you know, unknown.”
“Tell me more.”
“We were in twelfth. I liked him and he liked me. We walked together; hang out together, so the other students said we were lovers. His friends said we were nice couple, so he bought me more ice creams and chocolates. Isn’t it how it works? But I always knew I was not his lover. I just liked him. You know, it was damn sure such relationships have no future unless you are truly into it.”
“So you broke it?”
“One day we went to an internet café. It had nice, small cabins and two small chairs in them. You know how those cabins are, don’t you? So in this café, we sat together. And you know, he tried to kiss me.”
“Just tried?”
“Don’t interrupt me, boy. Mmm… yes. He kissed me.”
“And then?”
Prithvi could not keep from asking.
“Then I panicked.”
“Oh, no! Didn’t you like it?”
“I liked it. It was my first kiss. But I panicked. I was supposed to, right? So I broke friendship with him.”
“Sad story!”
“Yeah. Sad story.” Anvita laughed with him.
“So, that was the first love. Second? Third?”
“There is second. But it’s not the usual one. It was a taboo stuff; an affair involving my teacher.”
“Teacher?” Prithvi’s eyes widened.
“He was a professor in my college. He was much older than me; actually, like, twenty years older. He was very strict and always angry, with a never smiling face. He was very angry with me too. Nobody knew a thing about him except his name. A total mystery…uff!”
Anvita shook her head slowly as if to bring him back in front of her eyes.
“But one day, he was forced to join the college excursion in the absence of a senior staff. That’s when I knew his better side. Only I knew of that, actually. Since then he was friendly with me, and he carried a soft corner for me. We even had small coffee dates many times though they weren’t dates in any way. But you know, I don’t remember him ever cracking a joke. That was him!
I visited him once at his home. Only once. His wife had been bedridden for more than a decade.”
Anvita’s face was now calm, filled with empathy.
“His wife had met with an accident eleven years ago. They had a child who died in that accident. And he looked after his ailing wife. It was a real sob-story. When I saw the woman – she had a beautiful smile that was so only because of him – I instantly fell for him. He was…”
Anvita suddenly found it difficult to talk.
“It was a sudden flow of emotion so unknown to me… I… I didn’t know what it was.”
She paused for a moment. “Perhaps you may call it empathy or complete lack of conscience; I ended up being intimate with him. There, while his wife lay in her room… I was like… I had fallen for her husband.”
Prithvi looked on, as Anvita struggled to hide her rising heartbeats. “After that day, he was so guilt-ridden – I was still his student; and the best one in his class – he feared it would ruin my career and life. He chose to restrict himself. He remained to show softness toward me but we never shared a coffee out or a handshake since then. I too respected him so much that I chose to follow his decision. It proved best for me as I excelled in the final exams. After my college days, I have never seen him.”
“Well, one question: what do you mean by getting intimate? You had sex?”
“No,” Anvita blinked. “I didn't mean that.” Her voice was low despite a calculated effort to remain normal.
Prithvi nodded. He believed her.
“Do you remember him?”
“No.”
Her reply was quick.
“Why not?”
“Because he told me, taught me that remembering him only give him pain. I don’t want to hurt him.”
“How’s he gonna know if you remember him or not?”
“Remembering someone makes us want to meet that person and today, or ten years later, we are gonna take that risk.”
“But how can you forget him just because he asked you?”
“It wasn’t easy, until I met Atul.” Anvita smiled lovingly. “Now I have Atul. He makes me happy and loved. Why should I remember my old crush?”
“Now I know why you never give me a chance.”
Prithvi laughed at his own remark.
Anvita looked at him through the corner of her eyes. “What chance do you want to have with me?”
“I know you don’t like me much.”
“If I didn’t like you, you wouldn’t be sitting here.”
“But you never told me you liked me.”
“I like you.”
“That was so unromantic. It was…”
Anvita had begun to laugh before he finished, and he noticed it.
“What is it?”
“Nothing. It's about Atul. Today when I asked him if he would miss me when he's gone, he asked me why not. And I thought his response was unromantic. Now you're using the same line on me.”
Anvita explained.
“Of course it was so unromantic.”
“If you expect me to say it like I do with Atul, I suggest you to dream it.”
“Yeah, I know that. But I deserve a little emotion when you say those words.”
“I like you, idiot! What shit emotion do you want in that?”
Anvita put up an angry face.
“That’s nice.” Prithvi laughed.
“You like it when I use some foul language at you, I’ve noticed it.”
“I feel great when you speak like that to me. I know you don’t do it with anyone else. There is something special about that; so I love that feeling.”
“You are some sort of a retard, cracked to be felt loved when abused!”
“I love abuse if it’s done by you.”
Anvita smiled, amused.
“Is that why you worshipped me feet? Because no one else would ever do that to me?”
“No. it’s the other way. I like it because you would allow no one else to love your feet that way. That’s very special to me. And not only that, your feet are so beautiful.”
“It should, because I am spending for it.”
“Spending for it?”
“It’s called pedicure, idiot.”
“Whatever, it’s just amazing. You know I’ve been dreaming to do it again.”
“Again?”
“Yup. Again.”
Anvita looked at her own feet. She began to feel that old ticklish feeling around it. His lips, around her toes, once again…
Anvita remembered Rajyavardhan. Am I crossing the limit, dad? She wondered. No, this is not a sexual act. It’s more like a foot massage. She decided quickly and smiled. “If that’s your dream…”
Prithvi jumped from his couch instantly.
“Oh my God! I can't believe you…”
“Stop.”
Anvita said. “Not now. I need to take a shower and wash my feet first.”
“Not necessary. Your feet are already…”
“You don’t know. I’ve been walking around all over here.”
“I love that!”
“It will be very dirty. Dusty and sweaty; are you mad?”
“I want to taste that too, please don’t wash it.”
“You are a filthy dog. I can't believe you exist. I can't believe how you can even think of it.”
“You can call me anything, but it’s not going to stop my thirst for it.”
Anvita stared at him for a long moment and shook her head contemptuously.
“What do you want to wear tonight? I know it’s obviously my clothes. What exactly do you want – T-shirt, kurta, saree – what is it?”
Anvita ridiculed him.
“Skirt.” His reply was ready, “And top.”
Anvita burst into laughing.
“Are you serious? You will look a girl.”
Prithvi blinked.
“I would like it more if it is the one you are wearing now.”
Anvita’s laughing stopped abruptly.
“No.”
She shook her head.
“That’s really nasty. And offensive too.”
“Please.”
“I don’t know the foul words that you deserve now. I can't be that abusive to anyone. You are beyond imagination.”
“Please, Anvita. I beg you.”
“I know you would enjoy that too. You know you must consult a doctor, a psychiatrist.”
Prithvi bit his lips and looked at her, pleading with his eyes.
In the end Anvita decided.
“Okay; but don't ask for my panty.”
She laughed at her own dirty joke.
“God only know what you’ll ask next time…”
She said and threw a pillow at him, already envisaging him in her clothes.
“Thank you. Thank you so much.”
Prithvi knelt in front of her to lift her right foot and kissed on the toes. Anvita felt shy, suddenly. She wanted him to start licking it right away.

While showering Anvita felt an urge to finish it quickly. When she rubbed the pouf around her feet, she was continuously smiling, thinking of his tongue tickling around them. How can someone be so obsessive over someone? When she finished, she put on a tank top and long skirt. She handed her used clothes over to Prithvi and watched his eyes shining.
“I can't believe I am doing it. I’ve never been so crazy.”
She blurted. Prithvi smiled at her.

Anvita waited for him to finish his bath. A boy, in my clothes! She could not suppress the gleefulness, yet. He is insane. He must see a psychiatrist.

Prithvi walked out after shower.
“Holy shit!”
Anvita screamed and burst into laughing. He looked a slim girl in her top and skirt.
“You are not Prithvi anymore, you are Prithvini. Such a girl!”
Prithvi smiled at her and put his clothes in the washing machine. Anvita studied him walking around.
“How do you feel in my clothes?”
“I can't tell. It’s amazing.”
“Next time I am gonna give you my saree.”
“Sure, but you are gonna help we wear it.”
Anvita laughed.
“Stupid, I’m joking.”
Prithvi blinked.
“But I am considering it.”
“You are mental; must see a mentalist.”
Anvita quipped.
Prithvi stood in front of her.
“Are you ready now?”
She stared at him. He sat down on the floor.
“Give me your feet.”
He took her feet in his hands.
“Okay.”
Anvita shifted in the couch, preparing for the ‘tongue massage’.
His first touch itself was tickle-inducing as he moved his tongue upward from her toes. He looked up and smiled at her.
“You are so kind, Anvita; and the most beautiful woman I have ever met.”
Anvita was biting her lips.
“Thank you for being so kind to me.”
He said.
Anvita blossomed into a beautiful smile.
“You are most welcome.”
He licked between her big and long toes. Anvita sank back in the couch, holding tight on the edge of the seat, as he began to suck on her toes, one by one. Anvita wanted to tease him how she tasted to him, but she did not want to interrupt him while his tongue was in motion. It was a sensational feeling Anvita felt she had been anticipating for long. Prithvi lifted her right foot up and licked under it; Anvita could not help but pull it back like a reflex action to the tickle it evoked, but he held her back firmly. And he licked it fervently.
“Feeling good?”
He asked sometimes later.
“Mmm…”
She nodded as in sleep, completely smitten by the intense worship. He was sucking on her soft skin as if he was getting something to drink from it. Soon his attention spread to the ankles and even higher. He caressed her heels and stroked under her calves, and rubbed his face against her legs like a mad man. In a dream, it would have looked odd and unnerving; but in reality, it was lovely and awe-inspiring for Anvita.
In a dream, it would have jerked her out of sleep, but in reality, it was pushing her deep into a trance. She could only breathe.

Doorbell rang, waking Anvita from the trance. She looked puzzled, and stared at the wall clock. It was almost ten.
“Who’s this late?”
Rajat?
A gut feeling crept in her instantly. She looked at Prithvi.
“You cannot be seen in this… Change your clothes.”
“What will I wear?” He doubted, “First you check who it is. I’ll hide for now.”
She shook her head.
“Okay. You can wear Atul's clothes and come out if I call your name aloud. Otherwise you stay hidden. Go.”
Prithvi swiftly got up and moved to her room. Anvita walked to the front door and looked through the peephole. She was surprised. She opened the door immediately.
“George! What a surprise!”
It was George. Behind his smiling face, Anvita saw Leona.
“Hello Anvi.”
Anvita welcomed them both with warm embraces.
“Come in, George. You guys have really surprised me.”
As Anvita led them inside, she momentarily forgot about Prithvi.
“Where is Atul?”
George asked as Anvita served them juice.
“He’s out of town; won’t be here tonight. Business meeting.”
Anvita smiled.
“Oh shit,” Leona said. “That’s unexpected.”
“What happened?”

It turned out that George and Leona were travelling back from a distant family function when their car broke down. George had hoped they could use the opportunity to meet Atul and Anvita and spend the night with them.
“In fact I tried to contact Atul but he was out of coverage.”
George said.
“It’s okay, guys. Atul will be happy for you came. I am excited to see you guys again. It has been months since we met last time.”
Anvita reminded him.
“I would always tell George let’s pay a visit but he’s always busy; you know.”
Leona said.
Anvita phoned Atul and put the phone on speaker mode.
“George, you must sell your car! Getting breakdown is not a fault, but choosing to do so today, is damn wrong, buddy. I miss so much being there…”
Atul said.
“Anvita, please take good care of my friends, our friends.”
“What good care, Atul?” George laughed. “You know it’s raining heavily here. I was hoping to get high tonight like we did at my place. I better leave now and we’ll meet some other time, conveniently.”
“No buddy, we have that arrangement too. I have vodka there, if my memory is right. It’s really good, trust me.”
“You should have told me this in the beginning, Atul. I stay!”
George declared and laughed.
“He’s kidding, Atul. We’re not gonna take it.”
Leona interrupted.
“As you wish, guys. But please stay over. I’ll be sad if you don’t.”
“We are staying over, Atul. Don’t be sad.”
Leona said, smiling.

Atul phoned Anvita later.
“You can manage, can't you Anvi?”
“Yes. Why not? Don’t worry at all.”
“George will invite you to join with drinks. Don’t do it. It’s not cool if you take drinks without me. We have to respect that he’s a friend of my dad too.”
Atul advised.
“I know, Atul. Don’t worry.” Anvita assured.

“I will take a shower, guys. Then we’ll enjoy a couple of drinks, together.”
George announced.
“George!”
Leona cautioned.
“Don’t worry, my dear. We’ll have it light. Very light.” He assured.

Anvita was beginning to cook some food for the guests. Leona walked in and checked the food.
“Mmm…this will be enough. You don’t need to cook anything for us. Do you really eat this much?”
“No. Uh…” Anvita thought out a quick answer. “Actually, I forgot that Atul’s not here. So I cooked for two.”
Anvita was now getting anxious. If she did not cook at least some rice, she knew there would be nothing left for Prithvi.
Anvita had managed to hide Prithvi’s mobile. However, she had more to worry. His clothes were in the washing machine. His shoes were in the shoe rack. Anvita though hoped the guests would not notice it. But she was sure that sending Prithvi out of the apartment was now impossible.

“I’ll need to change my clothes. Can I have from your wardrobe? A kurta, preferably.”
Leona approached Anvita.
“Why not?”
Anvita went to her room. She moved quickly to the attached bathroom. To her surprise, Prithvi was not hiding there. She looked at the room; she assumed he must be hiding under the bed. She wanted to have a look, but the fear of getting caught by Leona restrained her. She pulled out a kurta from the shelf and came back to the hall and felt like she forgot something in the room. She was struggling to behave naturally.
“This will look good on you.”
She handed Leona the clothing.
“This is beautiful. Thank you.” Leona smiled. “Okay, let me change.”
She walked inside the bedroom and closed the door.
Before Anvita could think of anything to say, she heard the door bolting from inside. Anvita could only watch, with her paled face.

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[krish_999]

Can we have update today? I know I am asking much but can't wait for next update

Sorry I couldn't make it. The story is moving into a crucial phase I can't hurry the writing. Please be patient. Update is here, posted above, now.
Thanks for commenting, for all.
Keep reading and keep commenting.
Thanks again.
Krish.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Thanks for the update Krish

Anvita taking wrong desitions and putting her self in fearful situations. her thrust increaseing day by day and she became more weak against her will. The sad fact is she know what's going on is wrong but she's unable to stop it.

[KevinSkywalker]

Again George comes back.
She underestimates prithvi and herself of her submissive nature.
Why put his clothes in the washing machine?
If Rajat finds about Prithvi in atul cloths while leaving the house, then he will be more pursuing in his approach.
Day by day, the number of wrong choice done by anvita is increasing.
To keep out rajat, she just needs to confess to atul.
but she takes the long route, getting herself into trouble.

In the end, even if anvita sorry for her actions, 
atul may not believe her.

[themaskeditor]

Sorry I couldn't make it. The story is moving into a crucial phase I can't hurry the writing. Please be patient. Update is here, posted above, now.
Thanks for commenting, for all.
Keep reading and keep commenting.
Thanks again.
Krish.

Krish_999 

Thought process and Visualization for continuing of the story takes time, we can understand you need to think a lot on how to carry it forward. Also you need to be in the right mood. 

Hence take your time. It is ok.  We all are with you. We all appreciate your commitment.

[desihunter]

Sorry I couldn't make it. The story is moving into a crucial phase I can't hurry the writing. Please be patient. Update is here, posted above, now.
Thanks for commenting, for all.
Keep reading and keep commenting.
Thanks again.
Krish.

I can understand. Take your time Krish. I am just addicted to your stories.

[fasterboy]

so anvita is going to sleep with prithvi on same bed. Interesting............ let see .. who is going to taste anvita's cherry first then for other it only matter to wait in queue to anvita while shagging their penis.

Anvita is so confused to choose her fuck buddy. so she is going to have all of them.


one more thought, why atul insist to stay night in their home to George while anvita is lonely. Had he forgotten that how do dare George masturbated and touched anvita in their sleep.

Anyway Atul is behaving strangely since varun's penetration infront of him or because you avoid to give atul's pov since then.

It atul would be perfect in bed too, was not going to stop anvita doing adultery. However both of them enjoying adultery. Anvita have very strong appetite for sex or having strong sex drive. So needed many partner.

Atul's loss is our gain. We could get pleasure of reading more anvita's adventure. Yes of course with shagging our............................................... ?

[themaskeditor]

Thank you Krish_999,

This story is a big tease, I wish this keeps on going and the story never ends.

Great work and Keep it up.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Waiting for update Krish

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Movie name :- the scent 2012 Park Si Yeon (Eng sub) 

Link :- https://www.xvideos2.com/video33401071/t...n_eng_sub_

[krish_999]

Chapter 40

Anvita

Anvita kept looking at the closed door of her bedroom. Images of Leona dropping her clothes on the floor one by one flashed in her mind. Leona had bolted the door. That means she is going to shed all her clothes before she would start wearing the kurta from the room itself. She wouldn’t go to the bathroom for that, Anvita was sure. And Prithvi can easily watch from under the bed when she removes her jeans. He will see her nude legs.
Will he try to look upward?
Anvita cringed when the thought struck her. He’s a naughty crack. He’ll definitely look up. Anvita could in no way think otherwise. Which boy of his age would ever lose that chance? Leona is a good looking woman. Her curves are intact, despite being forty years old.
No.
Anvita shook her head in dismay.
The door remained locked and Anvita’s tension only escalated. What if she chose to take off all her clothes in the room and then went for a shower, completely nude?
Don’t do that, Leona. I beg you, don’t do that.
George walked out of other room, shirtless. His broad chest was filled with grey hairs. Anvita felt awkward to see him half-naked, but he was quite natural.
“I need a shirt, Anvita. Can I have one of Atul?”
Anvita walked into the room and showed him the t-shirts.
“Here. You can take whatever you like.”
She turned. He was standing right behind her. He was eyeing at her back.
“I thought you are staring at me.”
Anvita tried to smile.
“I was, actually. You have become slimmer and you look really, really beautiful now.”
“Thank you, George.”
“You started working out, didn’t you?”
“I jog in the morning.”
“Every day?”
“No; like five days a week.”
Anvita moved aside, giving him access to the shelf.
“Mmm… that’s the best choice. Running on the ground is far beneficial than using a treadmill. And you are the right example, perfectly in shape. Even the busiest person will find time to acknowledge that.”
His eyes kept running up and down on her while he talked and Anvita wondered if he’s leering at her.
No. He wouldn’t do that. He’s just ignorant of his eyes.
George pulled out a shirt from the shelf and wore it. It was tight on his body.
“You look younger and muscular.”
Anvita smirked.
“Mmm… I should adapt to Atul’s choices for me too.”
He joked.
Anvita turned on her heel and walked toward her bedroom. She had an apprehension for George’s eyes following her, especially her ass, but she did not care for she was more concerned about Leona. Why she’s taking so much time to come out? Is she holding a slow striptease for him?

The door opened and Leona walked out, finally.
“What took you so long?”
Anvita looked at her and then stole a glance at the door.
“I took a half bath.”
Leona said, still holding a towel in hand.
“It’s really cold tonight, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, exactly. Let’s have a couple of drinks and go to bed. I can't wait to hit the bed.”
George hurried. Leona and Anvita shared a smiled at each other.
Anvita handed the bottle to Leona.
“Tell him to drink carefully. Else he’s gonna ruin the night.”
Anvita winked at her.
“Why don’t you tell him that?”
Leona retorted.

Anvita went to her room and stood beside the bed. She wanted to have a look under the bed to see if Prithvi is okay. But she was still afraid. She felt for him. Wearing her top and skirt, hiding in the darkness, he must be feeling horrible and alone; she thought.
Anvita wanted to cry. She wanted to bend down to her knees and look at him and say, I am sorry. But there was no way. If Leona walked in at an unfortunate moment and found him, everything will end. Then Anvita will have no one but her to blame.
Anvita noticed Leona’s clothes at one edge of the bed, neatly folded. It was a reminder of something Anvita hated to think of.

Leona sat with George though she refused to drink despite his invitation.
“No, George. It's not right to drink because Anvita is not drinking.”
“No it's okay, Leona. I'll give you company, I'll have a coffee.”
Anvita said.
“Coffee?” George laughed. “You're hurting me!”
“I'm sorry George. Atul would be angry…”
“Who's gonna tell him? We can keep it a secret...”
George had already made drinks for all and he pushed one glass to Leona. She looked at Anvita. George pushed another glass to Anvita and she had to take it, hesitantly.
“Just one drink, okay? For Leona.”
She mumbled.
However, she ended up having a couple of quick shots. Anvita and Leona took food to the dining table. Anvita wanted to save some food for Prithvi. However, George had another theory.
“I am full. But since Anvita is a great cook and what she cooked is so delicious, I will have some more.”
He said and Anvita was forced to smile at him politely. And she helplessly watched him chew down the last single piece of roti.

It was nearing twelve O’clock when Anvita finished washing the dishes. She thought of milk and apple in the fridge.
That will do. She hoped.
Leona and George were watching TV. Anvita sat with them reluctantly and sat through stories after stories that made the time past twelve. Anvita noticed that George was watching more of her than the TV while he talked. Why is he so ignorant of his eyes? Why he’s staring at my chest like that?
It was almost twelve thirty when the couple finally went to sleep. Anvita hurried to the kitchen and took a glass of milk and two apples. She placed them on the table in her room and closed the door. She turned on her heel and bent down immediately.
Prithvi was there, lying on the floor, looking toward her.
“Prithvi.”
She moved closer and held her hand forward.
“Come.”
Her eyes were wet when he came out. He saw it.
“Hey…”
“I am sorry Prithvi. I didn’t have a choice.”
She embraced him and cried silently.
“It is okay, Anvita.”
He consoled her.
She sat him on the bed and gave him the milk and fruits.
“They're our friends from hometown. They have finished everything. This is all I have now.”
She gestured to the table. Prithvi stared at it and then at her, stunned.
“Did I say just I am okay? I want to say I lied. I'm really hungry.”
Anvita laughed with her teary eyes.
“Well, you can eat my feet.”
“Then I will eat a lot of that, I am really, really hungry.”
Anvita wiped her eyes with both hands.
“You can have my hands too if you want.”
Prithvi finished the milk with one go and ate the apples very quickly.
Anvita watched him eat.
“You are hungry, really.”
“You think? I am starving, madam!”
“I am sorry, Prithvi.”
“Who’s asking for your sorry?”
His voice rose slightly.
“Quiet, please. They are still here.”
Anvita was wary.
“I told you…”
“Hey.” He smiled. “It’s okay. I was just joking. I can handle it. It’s just one night. I know yow stressed over this whole thing. I am just kidding, okay?”
Anvita nodded pleasantly.
“Mmm…”
“What I am concerned more about is what we are gonna do now. Are you gonna send me home?”
“Not at all; it’s still raining. I can't allow you to leave.”
“Then what are we gonna do?”
“We sleep for now. I will get your clothes early in the morning. You can leave before they wake up.”
She explained. “I have kept your clothes to dry in the washing room.”
“Okay. That’s some great piece of planning. Let’s do that. But are you comfortable with sleeping with me in the same room, same bed?”
He looked at the bed, running his hand over it as if to check its smoothness.
“Why should I worry? You a girl now, aren’t you?”
Anvita smiled. Prithvi looked at himself and laughed.
“Yeah! I am a girl. So indeed it helps.”

Anvita was already feeling like a weight was off her chest. She was happy for Prithvi was quite understanding. And she had a plan to escape from this hiccup.

The sound of rain was only getting louder. Anvita climbed to the bed and switched off the light.
“Goodnight, Prithvi.”
“Are you sleeping?”
Prithvi asked.
“What do you think we are going to do? Don’t you wanna sleep?”
“Of course I want to sleep. But I was hoping for something else before that…”
“Hoping for what?”
Anvita could not see his face in the sudden darkness.
“Your feet.”
He said slowly.
“What? You are still not done with that?”
“I am still hungry, in fact.”
“You are still crazy, I’d say.”
Prithvi said nothing. Anvita waited a few seconds in silence.
“It’s almost 1 PM, Prithvi.”
She said.
“So what? I am not sleepy.”
“Come on. I have walked all around the house again. Kitchen, hall, rooms, and everywhere…”
“But it is still your feet.”
He sat up immediately.
“Allow me. I am very excited, Anvita.”
Anvita thought for a moment. What madness!
“I think you have some serious issue with you, Prithvi. You must see a doctor.”
“Just ten minutes. Please give me your feet.”
“Do you think it will serve your hunger?”
“It will fulfil a wish that I’ve been nurturing when I was lying under this bed.”
Anvita felt his hand on her feet. A moment later she felt his face too. If she was asleep, she would have kicked at his face in a panic reflex, but now, awake, she could not move even an inch. She was ready to bear the tickle tease once again.
Prithvi raised her foot off the bed and kissed under it, and straightway started to lick under it. Anvita pulled it slightly and giggled. It was the beginning of a lovely tussle. Many of his tongue-touches resulted in a pull or a slight kick on his face, and he would never allow her to free her legs from him. He sucked on her toes and darted his tongue between them. He moved forward and raised her foot further to bring it over his shoulder and licked around her ankle. Anvita’s skirt fell crumpled to her hip as her legs were raised.
“Enough… enough… Prithvi…!” Anvita hissed.
Her eyes had now attuned with the darkness and she could see him in the low light that crept in through the window. Prithvi lifted her other foot and licked around its ankle too.
“I can't believe I am kissing you like this.” He whispered. “I can't explain how happy I am. I will never forget this moment.”
His hands moved down and caressed around her calves.
“Do you like it?”
He stopped to ask.
“Why are you doing this?”
The horniness in her voice surprised Anvita herself the most.
“You like it, don’t you?”
“I don’t know.”
Of course, I like it. She did not say.
He kissed along her calves downward and rubbed his lips between her knees. His hands moved further down to her thighs. Anvita’s mind began to raise the alarm but for a moment she didn’t protest. He put her legs down on the bed and bent between them to kiss and caress around her thighs, not far from her knees. Anvita reached his head and tried to hold his hair. He grabbed her hand and sucked on her fingers.
“Hey what is it?”
Anvita was amazed.
“This is my love for a beautiful woman.”
His head went down further and he licked along her thighs, advancing inward. It was getting dangerous, inch by inch; Anvita knew.
“We should stop it, Prithvi.”
Her nervousness did not stop him. Instead, it seemed to have excited him further, as he began to suck on her skin feverishly and bit along, softly.  Anvita hated the fact that his fondling was rather calming her down than alerting her as she would have liked. As his head began to descend further between her legs, she grabbed on his hair.
“Prithvi… stop.” She sat up and pushed him away. Prithvi looked up. She saw his eyes even in the darkness.
“I am just…” He began to say and she shook her head.
“I don’t like it.”
He stared her for a long moment, and she was sure he was disappointed by her rejection.
“Prithvi… I mean… it was good. But it’s not right.”
She was doubtful if she was choosing the right words in her attempt to make him feel better than bad.
“Prithvi…”
He touched her face tenderly and smiled at her.
“Anvita… It’s going to be okay. Trust me.” His left hand pressed at the side of her right thigh. “I know it’s thrilling to you as it is to me. Let me stay here for some more time…”
“You started with my feet and now you are here!”
She touched her thighs.
“What is in your mind, tell me first?”
Prithvi let out a sigh. “The truth is… I don’t want to stop my tongue at any point. I want to go on as long as it pleases you.”
Anvita could not say a word; she meekly shook her head sideways in an attempt to dissuade him.
“I want to have the taste of every inch of you. I am so hungry for it.”
“No.”
“Please, just once. I beg you.”
His both hands were under her thighs. He held under them and bent down. Anvita felt tired, suddenly. She lay down on her back. What is he going to do? Where else is he gonna kiss? Where is this all going?
Of course, Anvita was overwhelmed at his worship. She had seen men leering at her legs whenever she wore a knee-length dress. She was always told how beautiful her legs were. Men loved the sight of her legs. But it hadn’t appeared even in her wildest dreams that a man would love to lick them with so much heart that she had now started to feel like she’s some kind of candy. Prithvi had his lips dropped down already. He kissed around her thighs. He tenderly caressed along them. He slowly bit on them, and Anvita felt his tongue travelling along its inner sides to close in toward her centre. She looked at the ceiling, clueless. He will stop when I say no next time. I will just get up and move away.
“Enough!” I will scream.
If he still begs for it, I will slap him across his face. Then I will pull him down on the floor and kick him.
“You will sleep here now.” I will shout.
Anvita felt his hands touching under her hips, and he pulled her panty up along her raised thighs. He did it so swiftly that he was halfway before she realised it. Anvita was back into the reality in a second and she screamed.
“Noooo…!”
But no sound came out of her throat as she felt his mouth pressing into her centre. He had his whole mouth pressed into the centre of her shaved triangle of love, and he moved slowly up; licking through her soft lips.
“Huh! What… Prithvi…!”
Anvita let out a panic hiss. His reply was merely a pat on her thighs as if to calm her down. He licked again, and again, and Anvita did not know how to react. For a fraction of a second, she remembered a feeling that had turned her sensual world upside down when Shreyas had kissed her down there, and the next fraction of second she was back to the present realising how Prithvi’s mouth was different at the same place. And now, for the first time ever, she felt she was craving for it so long. She was stunned at the feeling. Prithvi got up slowly.
“You taste so sweet, you know?”
Anvita could just swallow. Prithvi slowly pulled her panty toward her feet and removed it.
“I am going to eat you now. I am very hungry.”
She heard him before his head sank between her legs again. Anvita wouldn’t want to stop him now. When he split her legs further, she did not resist. She just spread them apart and allowed him to devour her. His tongue darted into the hole and he sucked on the labia and in no time Anvita was lifted to another world. It had gone out of control. He caressed around her ass cheeks and fondled them tenderly. His lips were everywhere, conquering her triangle. Anvita had thought she would stop him after five minutes. But those five minutes were long gone, and after fifteen minutes of hard slurping, there came a moment Anvita could not be anticipating at all. She could not control her own reaction to it as some slow waves of sensation began to quiver her body. She let out a scream as she was hit with a sudden intense flow of them, shuddering. She knew she was oozing it, and Prithvi did not stop for a moment. He kept sucking her greedily.
“O my God! You have given me the sweetest gift.” He paused a moment, “I can't stop loving you after this.” He whispered and slurped her wet hole again. Anvita felt shy. She was panting. She could not believe she had an orgasm. So what they show in porn is possible. She wanted to hold onto Prithvi’s head and caress his hair. She wanted to tell him she felt great. But she was shy. She was shy to accept that she had a great moment. It was so awesome. Prithvi was still licking her. His hunger wasn’t fulfilled. He raised her skirt over her navel. She had granted him more access.
“Do you love it, Anvita?”
He asked.
“Yes. I love it.”
She moaned.
“Do you like me?”
She did not want to think.
“Yes. I do.”
He smiled and rose on his knees. He moved forward and brought his face over hers.
“I love you more than ever, now.”
He whispered and lowered his face.
“With your permission, may I kiss you once? I know it’s dirty, but it’s really crazy…”
Anvita could only nod slightly, and she immediately wished he didn’t notice. But he already had what he wanted; her permission.
And his lips pressed onto hers. She felt them so soft. It was unlike anyone she had ever kissed. Is this the intense licking and kissing makes a man’s lips feel like? Her mouth opened involuntarily and he kissed her sweet and soft. And he slowly pushed his body down to her. She felt something invading her body, between her legs, into her wet hole. She knew what it was, in an instant, and it felt good. She lost her mind in that exact moment. He pushed further and she moaned into his mouth. His kiss now was harder, and he sucked her lips slowly yet intently. He pushed again, and again, and Anvita knew every time his dick went in and out of her. Suddenly she felt her body waking up to another world of pleasure. It was an anticipation game, now. She felt something was coming from within, but she knew neither how it was going to be nor what it was going to do to her. Prithvi’s hand moved under her head as if to carry her weight in his arm, and he adjusted his posture in a more comfortable way and began to move slowly and rhythmically. Anvita felt being loved. She was not lying there, letting this boy enjoy her body. She was being loved by the most lovable man she ever had. She was overwhelmed. She loved the way his member penetrated deep into her, the way it rubbed against her inner walls. Her mouth was open and she allowed him to suck her tongue. Her arms circled around him, and her legs locked him between them. Her breathing was soaring, yet he was calm and slow. She knew he was enjoying it to the fullest.
“Prithvi…”
She moaned his name.
“I am dying.”
“No. I won’t let you. I won’t let you.”
He said but he did not stop.
“No. I am going to die again. Aaah…!”
Anvita cried. She could now see what was coming. Another orgasm. Prithvi raised his speed now and Anvita cried again.
“O my God! Oh my God! Aaah…!”
It was more powerful and intense; Anvita let out another scream, louder. “Aaah….!”
She hugged him tight and panted. She heard a groan from Prithvi and he then delivered a couple of powerful jerks into her and pushed it down, and unloaded himself deep inside her. Anvita could just lie there and allow his seeds fall into the deepest of her, and allow it to mix with her own ocean of pleasure. She shuddered and throbbed at the feeling. Both were panting heavily. He kissed her one last time and then slowly pulled away. She heard a sound as he pulled out of her wetness.
It took a moment for Anvita to touch her feet on the bed. She rolled aside and ran to the bathroom.
She felt she was leaking something between her legs. She closed the door and switched on the light, and saw her in the mirror.
Suddenly it hit her.
Oh my God! What have I done?
She was completely dressed, except for her panty.
She was completely normal, except that she had lost her chastity. There was nothing she could do now. She had lost it. She sat down and cried.
What have I done!
She saw the disappointed face of Atul, his blank eyes staring at her with hatred beginning to gather into them; until tears erased her vision; and she closed her eyes for long as if to evade his stare, and she wept with her face down to her cupped palms.

When Anvita returned to the room, Prithvi was sitting on the edge of the bed, in the darkness, presumably guilty about getting them both into this predicament.

She stood in front of him. He looked at her and said nothing. Just the long stare.
Anvita’s eyes were still tearful.
She stood there and wept silently. Prithvi’s head was down. The rain was gone. Nobody noticed.
“We have done a great mistake, Prithvi. We did the worst thing. I betrayed my Atul…”
She blurted and Prithvi grabbed her hand.
“I am sorry. I was my mistake. Forgive me.”
“How many times I tried to stop you, Prithvi?”
Her voice was weak and numb.
“Forgive me.”
“I can forgive you but who will forgive me?”
Anvita shook her head.
“I have lost everything.”
She said bitterly.
He pressed her palm.
“I know it’s wrong. But it happened. It will not happen again.”
Anvita nodded.
“Yes. It should not happen again. Promise me, we will not speak about it ever again. We must forget it. Promise me.”
“I promise you.”
“It has not happened. Not happened at all.”
She blurted.
Deep in her heart, she still knew that it had happened and that she was never going to forget it, no matter how many times she promised herself.
What she did not know was, on the other side of her bedroom door stood a man in the darkness, listening to her moans and screams and cries and confessions.
It was George.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Finally the winner is " prithvi "

thanks for the great update Krish

So finally anvita seduced by pridvi then who is next George or someone else what kind of future waiting for anvita and atul?