Ayush's first order of business was to secure a place to live within the Gokuldham Society itself. He knew that the society had strict rules about outsiders living there, so he decided to use his gifts to get around that.
With the platinum card, he purchased not one, but two flats on the top floor of the society building. He then combined them into a single, luxurious penthouse suite, complete with a private swimming pool, a home theater, and a spacious balcony overlooking the city.
Next, he needed to introduce himself to the residents of Gokuldham and gain their acceptance. He started by meeting with Mr. Bhide, the secretary of the society and husband of Madhvi Bhide. He wanted to make a good impression on him first, as he knew that Mr. Bhide was a respected member of the community.
"Hello, Mr. Bhide," Ayush said with a friendly smile, extending his hand. "My name is Ayush, and I've just moved into the penthouse suite on the top floor. I wanted to introduce myself and let you know that I'm excited to be a part of this wonderful society."
Mr. Bhide shook Ayush's hand, eyeing him curiously. "Welcome to Gokuldham, Ayush. I must say, you're quite the muscular young man. What brings you to our humble society?"
Ayush grinned, flexing his muscles slightly. "I'm here for the same reasons anyone would want to live in such a wonderful place – good neighbors, a friendly community, and of course, the beautiful ladies," he said with a wink.
Mr. Bhide chuckled nervously, unsure how to respond to Ayush's forwardness. "Well, I'm sure you'll fit right in here. Just remember to follow the society rules and regulations, and you'll have no problems."
Ayush laughed loudly, putting an arm around Mr. Bhide's shoulders. "Don't worry, Mr. Bhide. I may look like a hulk, but I'm a gentleman at heart. I promise to be on my best behavior and make all the lovely ladies of Gokuldham very happy."
As Ayush continued to charm Mr. Bhide with his charisma and good looks, he couldn't help but think about the other residents of Gokuldham he wanted to meet. There was Mrs. Bhide herself, with her kind smile and warm personality. Then there was Babita Iyer, the beautiful South Indian woman who he had always found attractive. And of course, who could forget Anjali Mehta, the yoga instructor with a body that could make any man weak in the knees?
But Ayush knew that winning over these women wouldn't be easy. They were all married, with loving husbands and happy families. But Ayush was determined to make them a part of his life, no matter what it took.
"I hope to see you around often, Mr. Bhide," Ayuh said as he prepared to leave. "And please, call me Ayush. We're going to be great friends, I can tell."
The next day, Ayush's penthouse was buzzing with activity as workers moved in furniture and decorations. The place was being transformed into a luxurious paradise, complete with expensive artwork, plush carpets, and state-of-the-art electronics.
Outside, two luxury cars were parked – a Rolls Royce Phantom and a Ferrari SF90. They were gifts from God, and Ayush couldn't wait to take them for a spin.
As the day went on, Ayush found himself growing increasingly impatient. He wanted to meet the women of Gokuldham, to charm them with his good looks and impressive lifestyle. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was confident in his abilities.
That evening, Ayush sent out invitations to all the members of Gokuldham Society, inviting them to a get-together at his new home. He wanted to introduce himself properly and get to know his neighbors.
As the guests began to arrive, Ayush greeted each of them with a warm smile and a firm handshake. The women of Gokuldham were even more beautiful in person, and Ayush couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of getting to know them better.
The party was in full swing, with everyone chatting and laughing together. Ayush made sure to mingle with all the guests, making small talk and learning more about each of them. He was particularly drawn to the women, who seemed to be enjoying his company just as much as he was enjoying theirs.
As the night wore on, Ayush couldn't help but notice the way the women were looking at him. He knew he was good-looking, but the attention he was receiving was overwhelming. He could tell that they were attracted to him, and he planned to use that to his advantage.
But for now, he was content to simply enjoy their company and bask in their admiration. He knew that winning them over wouldn't happen overnight, but he was willing to take his time if it meant achieving his goal.
Little did they know, Ayush had ulterior motives for inviting them over. He wanted to get close to the women of Gokuldham; he wanted to make them fall in love with him. And he was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen. But for now, he was happy to simply enjoy their company.
As the evening wore on, Ayush's eyes kept drifting towards Babita Iyer. She was even more stunning up close, with her long, dark hair and captivating smile. He found himself wanting to talk to her more than anyone else at the party.
Finally, he got his chance when Babita came over to refill her drink. Ayush saw this as the perfect opportunity to strike up a conversation with her.
"Hi there," Ayush said, flashing Babita his most charming smile. "I'm Ayush. It's nice to finally meet you."
Babita returned his smile, looking a little flustered by his forwardness. "Hello, Ayush," she replied. "I'm Babita. It's a pleasure to meet you too."
They chatted for a few minutes, exchanging small talk and getting to know each other better. Ayush couldn't help but be drawn in by Babita's beauty and charm, and he found himself wanting to spend more time with her.
As they talked, Ayush learned that Babita was married to Krishnan Iyer, but they didn't have any children. He also sensed that she might be a little unhappy in her marriage, although she didn't come out and say it directly.
"I hope you're enjoying the party," Ayush said, trying to keep the conversation light. "I know it's a bit loud, but I wanted to make a good first impression on my new neighbors."
"It's a wonderful party, Ayush," Babita replied, smiling warmly. "You have a beautiful home. I'm sure you'll fit right in here at Gokuldham."
Ayush beamed with pride at her compliment. "Thank you, Babita. That means a lot coming from you. I have to say, I'm really glad I decided to move here. Everyone has been so welcoming, especially you."
Babita blushed slightly at his praise, looking down at her feet. "You're very kind, Ayush. I'm happy to have you as a neighbor."
Their conversation continued for a few more minutes before they were interrupted by other guests. But before they parted ways, Ayush made sure to get Babita's phone number, telling her that he wanted to make sure she could reach him if she ever needed anything.
Babita seemed hesitant at first, but eventually agreed to exchange numbers with Ayush. As she walked away, Ayush couldn't help but stare after her, admiring her beauty and grace.
He knew that pursuing a married woman wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to make it happen. He wanted Babita Iyer, and he wouldn't let anything stand in his way.
Babita Iyer: Hey Ayush, it was nice talking to you earlier. I hope you're enjoying the rest of your party.
Ayush: Hey Babita, yeah it was great talking to you too. I had a really good time getting to know you better.
Babita Iyer : Me too. You seem like a really nice guy, Ayush. I think we're going to get along great as neighbors.
Ayush : Aw, thank you Babita. That's very sweet of you to say. I'm looking forward to being your neighbor.
Babita Iyer : Me too, Ayush. Well, I should probably get going. It's getting late and I have an early day tomorrow. I'll talk to you soon, okay?
Ayush : Okay, Babita. Sleep well. Talk to you tomorrow.
With that, Ayush put down his phone and leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. He knew that pursuing Babita wouldn't be easy, but the text conversation had given him hope. Maybe, just maybe, he would be able to win her heart after all. And if he could do that, anything was possible.
The next morning, Ayush woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. He had a busy day ahead of him, but he was looking forward to it.
After getting dressed in his usual attire of shorts and a muscle shirt, Ayush made his way downstairs to the parking lot. He got into his Rolls Royce Phantom and drove to a nearby café for breakfast.
As he sat down at a table outside, Ayush couldn't help but think about Babita Iyer. They had texted a few more times the night before, and he was eager to talk to her again.
For the next few days, Ayush and Babita continued to talk and text each other. They would meet up occasionally for coffee or lunch when Iyer was at work, and they even started video calling each other at night when they were alone.
Iyer was none the wiser about their budding relationship. He was always busy with work and didn't pay much attention to what his wife was up to. This gave Ayush and Babita the perfect opportunity to get to know each other without anyone knowing.
As the days turned into weeks, Ayush and Babita grew closer and closer. They would spend hours on the phone talking about their hopes and dreams, their fears and insecurities. Ayush found himself falling for Babita hard, and he could tell that she felt the same way about him.
One night, as they were video calling, Ayush decided to take things to the next level. He had been wanting to kiss Babita for weeks, and he couldn't wait any longer.
"Babita," he said, looking deeply into her eyes. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, what is it?" she replied, a look of curiosity on her face.
"What would you say if I asked you to go on a date with me?" Ayush asked, his heart pounding in his chest. "Just the two of us, no one else around. We could go see a movie, grab some dinner, just spend some time together."
Babita looked taken aback by Ayush's request. She had never expected him to be so forward, and she wasn't sure how to respond.
"Ayush, I… I don't know what to say," she stammered. "I mean, I'm married. I can't just go on a date with another man. What if Iyer found out?"
Ayush is looking into her eyes. "Babita, I know this is a lot to take in. But I really like you, and I think you feel the same way about me. Don't you want to explore these feelings and see where they lead us?"
Babita bit her lip, clearly torn. On the one hand, she did have feelings for Ayush, and the thought of going on a date with him was tempting. On the other hand, she was married, and she didn't want to risk losing her husband.
"Ayush…" she started to say, but he cut her off.
"Just think about it, okay?" he said softly. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. I just want to spend some time with you and get to know you better."
Babita nodded slowly, still looking unsure. "Okay, Ayush. I'll think about it. But I can't promise you anything, alright?"
"That's all I can ask for," Ayush replied, smiling warmly. "Thank you for considering it, Babita. No matter what you decide, I'll always be here for you."
With that, they ended their video call, both of them lost in thought. Ayush knew that he had taken a risk by asking Babita out, but he couldn't help the way he felt. He just hoped that she would give him a chance to show her how much he cared.
The next morning when Iyer left for work, Babita texted Ayush that she wanted to meet up with him. He was ecstatic and quickly agreed, telling her to meet him a little ways away from the society so no one would see them together.
When Babita arrived, Ayush was waiting for her in his Ferrari SF90. She looked beautiful in a yellow saree, her hair tied up in a bun and a few strands framing her face.
"Hey there, gorgeous," Ayush said as Babita approached the car. "You look stunning. Are you ready for our adventure?"
Babita smiled shyly, feeling a little nervous but also excited. "Hey, Ayush. Yeah, I'm ready. Where are we going?"
Ayush grinned mischievously. "That's a surprise. But trust me, you're going to love it."
Without another word, Ayush opened the passenger door for Babita and she got in. As he shut the door behind her, he couldn't help but admire her beauty once again.
She was even more gorgeous up close, with flawless skin and piercing brown eyes. Ayush felt his heart skip a beat as he walked around the car and got into the driver's seat next to her.
"So, are you ready to go?" he asked, starting up the engine.
Babita took a deep breath, feeling a mix of emotions inside her. She was excited for this adventure with Ayush, but she was also nervous about what might happen. What if someone saw them together? What if Iyer found out?
Despite her reservations, Babita nodded her head in agreement. She was tired of feeling lonely and unfulfilled in her marriage. She needed this excitement in her life, and she was willing to take the risk to get it.
"Yes, I'm ready," she said finally, looking over at Ayush with a small smile. "Let's do this."
Ayush returned her smile and put the car in gear. As they pulled away from the curb, Babita felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She had no idea what the day had in store for her, but she was eager to find out.
Over the next few hours, Ayush took Babita all around Mumbai. They visited famous landmarks like the Gateway of India and Marine Drive, and they even stopped for lunch at a quaint little Italian restaurant.
Throughout the day, Ayush and Babita talked and laughed together like they had known each other for years. Babita found herself feeling happier than she had in a long time, and she couldn't believe how much fun she was having.
At one point, as they were walking along the beach, Ayush reached out and took Babita's hand in his. She felt a jolt of electricity run through her body at his touch, but she didn't pull away.
Instead, she looked up at him and smiled shyly. "Is this okay?" Ayush asked softly, his eyes locked on hers.
Babita hesitated for a moment before nodding her head. "Yes," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's okay."
Later that evening, Ayush and Babita found themselves at a movie theatre. They had just finished watching a romantic comedy, and they were sitting in a secluded corner of the lobby, talking and laughing together.
As they chatted, Ayush found himself unable to resist the urge to touch Babita any longer. Without thinking, he reached out and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him.
Babita didn't resist as Ayush pulled her close. Instead, she leaned into his embrace, feeling safe and protected in his arms.
Ayush couldn't believe his luck. Here he was, sitting in a movie theatre with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, holding her in his arms like she was his girlfriend. It was more than he could have ever dreamed of.
As they sat there together, Ayush leaned down and whispered in Babita's ear. "I've had an amazing time today, Babita. Thank you for coming with me."
Babita turned to look at him, a soft smile on her face. "I've had a wonderful time too, Ayush. Thank you for showing me around Mumbai. I never knew how beautiful this city could be."
Ayush smiled back at her, feeling his heart swell with emotion. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and it scared him a little. But at the same time, it excited him beyond measure.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," he said softly, his eyes locked on Babita's. "I had a great time with you too."
As they looked into each other's eyes, the tension between them was palpable. Ayush could feel the chemistry building up inside him, and he knew that Babita felt it too.
Unable to resist any longer, Ayush leaned in and kissed Babita softly on the lips. She didn't push him away, but instead kissed him back, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.
As they kissed, Ayush felt like he was on top of the world. He had never felt so connected to anyone before, and he knew in that moment that he would do anything to make Babita happy.
But as their kiss deepened, Babita suddenly pulled away, looking guilty and scared. "Ayush, we can't do this," she said quickly, looking around to make sure no one had seen them. "I'm married, remember? What if someone sees us?"
Ayush pulled back, giving Babita some space. He knew that she was right, but he couldn't help feeling disappointed. He had gotten carried away in the moment and forgotten about the complications of their situation.
"You're right, I'm sorry," he said, running a hand through his hair. "I got caught up in the moment. It won't happen again."
Babita sighed, looking torn. "I… I wanted to kiss you too, Ayush. But we can't keep doing this. It's not fair to my husband."
Ayush looked at her, his eyes sad. "I know, Babita. And I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. That wasn't my intention at all."
Feeling guilty for taking advantage of the situation, Ayush stood up, ready to take Babita back home. But as he turned to leave, Babita grabbed his arm, stopping him.
"Wait," she said, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. "I don't want to go home yet. Can't we just stay here a little longer?"
Ayush hesitated, unsure of what to do. He didn't want to pressure Babita into anything she wasn't comfortable with, but at the same time, he didn't want the day to end just yet.
In the end, his desire to spend more time with Babita won out. He nodded his head in agreement, sitting back down next to her on the couch.
For the next hour, Ayush and Babita sat together on the couch, talking and laughing like they had earlier that day. Ayush made sure to keep a respectful distance between them, not wanting to make Babita feel uncomfortable again.
Even though things had gotten a little out of hand, Ayush still considered the day a success. He had gotten to spend time with Babita and show her around Mumbai, and that was all that mattered to him.
As for Babita, she was still feeling conflicted about everything that had happened. A part of her felt guilty for kissing Ayush and betraying her husband's trust. But another part of her couldn't deny the strong connection she felt with Ayush, and how happy he made her feel.
In her heart, Babita knew that she would have to confront her feelings for Ayush sooner or later. She just hoped that when that time came, she would have the strength to make the right decision.
Babita Iyer: Hi, Ayush. How are you?
Ayush: Hey, Babita! I'm doing great, thanks. How about you?
Babita Iyer : I'm good, thanks for asking. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out again sometime this week? Maybe we could grab lunch or something?
Ayush : Oh! I'd love to, Babita. When were you thinking?
Babita Iyer: How about Thursday? My husband will be out of town on business, so I'll have some free time.
Ayush: Perfect! Thursday works great for me. What time should I pick you up?
Babita Iyer : How about 11? We can go to that new restaurant that just opened up downtown.
Ayush : Sounds good to me. I'm looking forward to it!
Babita Iyer : Me too! See you Thursday.
Babita Iyer (Thursday, 10:45 AM): Hi, Ayush. My husband just left, so you can come pick me up whenever you're ready.
Ayush (Thursday, 10:46 AM): Awesome, thanks! I'll be there in 15 minutes.
Today, instead of his car, Ayush rode up to their meeting place on his brand new Ducati Superleggera V4, a limited-edition superbike that he had purchased just the other day. When he arrived, he saw Babita waiting for him, wearing a pair of jeans and a blouse, her hair flowing freely in the wind.
Seeing Ayush arrive on the bike, Babita couldn't hide her surprise. She had expected him to pick her up in a car like last time, so the sight of him riding up on a motorcycle took her aback.
"Um, hi Ayush," she said nervously as he pulled up next to her. "I thought we were going to lunch in your car?"
Ayush shut off the engine and pulled off his helmet, grinning at Babita's reaction. "Change of plans," he announced, getting off the bike. "Today, we're going on an adventure."
An adventure? Babita wasn't sure what to make of that. She had never been on a motorcycle before, and the idea of riding one made her a little apprehensive.
"Ayush… I don't know about this," she said hesitantly, looking at the bike with uncertainty. "I've never ridden a motorcycle before."
But Ayush just laughed, taking her hand in his. "Don't worry, Babita," he assured her. "I'll be with you the whole time. Just trust me, okay?"
Despite her misgivings, Babita found herself nodding in agreement. There was something about Ayush that made her want to trust him, even when he suggested doing something as crazy as riding a motorcycle.
Before she knew it, Ayush was helping her onto the bike behind him, showing her where to put her feet and how to hold on. As she wrapped her arms around his waist, Babita felt her heart racing with excitement mixed with a little bit of fear.
"Ready?" Ayush asked, looking back at her over his shoulder.
Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Babita nodded. "Ready."
With that, Ayush started up the engine and they were off. Babita held on tight as they sped away from the curb, the wind whipping through her hair as they picked up speed.
It didn't take long for Babita to realize just how much fun riding a motorcycle could be. The feeling of freedom that came with it was exhilarating, and she found herself laughing out loud as they zoomed through the streets of Mumbai.
Meanwhile, Ayush couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction as he drove. Having Babita's arms around him and feeling her body pressed up against his back was an incredible sensation.
He could feel her breasts pressing into his back as they rode, and the feeling sent shivers down his spine. Ayush had never felt this way about a woman before, and it both thrilled and terrified him at the same time.
As they rode through the city, Babita found herself enjoying the experience more and more. The wind in her hair, the sun on her face, and the feeling of Ayush's body between her legs was intoxicating.
Without thinking, she found herself squeezing him tighter, her fingers accidentally brushing against his crotch. When she felt his hardness through his jeans, she gasped in shock, quickly removing her hand.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, her face burning with embarrassment.
But Ayush didn't seem to mind. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it. "Don't be sorry," he replied, looking back at her with a grin. "I liked it."
Babita's heart skipped a beat at his words. No one had ever said anything like that to her before, and she didn't know how to respond. Instead, she just buried her face in Ayush's back, trying to hide her embarrassment.
After about an hour of riding, Ayush finally pulled over at a small roadside restaurant. As they got off the bike, Babita stumbled a little, her legs feeling shaky from the ride.
"Whoa, careful there," Ayush said, catching her by the elbow to steady her. "You okay?"
Babita nodded, feeling a little flustered. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little lightheaded from the ride."
"Well, let's get some food in you," Ayush said, leading her towards the restaurant. "I'm starving!"
The restaurant was small and quaint, with only a handful of tables inside. Ayush and Babita were seated at a quiet table in the corner, where they could talk without being disturbed.
As they looked over the menus, Babita couldn't help but steal glances at Ayush across the table. He looked so handsome sitting there, his hair messy from the helmet and a smile on his face.
She found herself wondering what it would be like to kiss him again, to feel his arms around her and his lips on hers. The thought sent a shiver of excitement through her body, and she quickly looked away, trying to push the idea out of her mind.
But even as she tried to focus on the menu, Babita couldn't shake the feeling that Ayush was looking at her too. Every time she glanced up, she caught him watching her, a look of adoration in his eyes.
Finally, unable to stand the tension any longer, Babita closed her menu and looked at Ayush. "Have you decided what you want?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
Ayush didn't answer right away. Instead, he just gazed at her across the table, his eyes boring into hers. Babita felt like he could see right through her, reading her thoughts and desires as if they were written on her face.
"I know what I want," he said finally, his voice low and husky. "But I don't think it's on the menu."
Babita felt her face heat up at his words, and she knew that she couldn't avoid this any longer. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage before she spoke.
"What do you want, Ayush?"
His gaze didn't waver as he replied, his words sending shivers down Babita's spine. "You," he said simply. "That's what I want, Babita. I want you."
For a long moment, the two of them just stared at each other across the table. Babita could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and she knew that her life was about to change forever.
Slowly, without breaking eye contact, Ayush stood up from his seat and walked around the table towards Babita. She watched him come closer, her body trembling with anticipation.
When he reached her, Ayush held out his hand. "Come with me," he said softly.
Without hesitation, Babita took his hand and stood up. Together, they walked out of the restaurant, leaving their menus behind.
Hand in hand, they walked back to Ayush's bike. Neither of them spoke as they put on their helmets and got ready to leave.
As Ayush started up the engine, Babita wrapped her arms around him again, holding on tight. She knew that this was just the beginning of their adventure together, and she couldn't wait to see where it would lead.
With that, they were off, speeding away down the highway towards a future that neither of them could predict. But one thing was for sure — their lives would never be the same again.
Babita Iyer : Ayush, where are you taking me?
Ayush : It's a surprise.
Babita Iyer *: But I need to know where we're going. What if my husband calls?
Ayush *: Don't worry about it, Babita. Just trust me.
As they rode further away from Mumbai, the scenery around them began to change. The bustling cityscape gave way to lush green forests and winding roads that hugged the side of mountains.
Babita had never been this far outside of the city before, and she found herself marveling at the natural beauty that surrounded them. She felt free and alive in a way that she hadn't experienced in years.
Eventually, Ayush turned off the main road and onto a narrow path that led up a steep hill. Babita held on tighter as they climbed higher and higher, the trees growing thicker around them until they were riding through a tunnel of foliage.
At the top of the hill, Ayush pulled over and parked the bike. When Babita got off and took off her helmet, she was greeted by the most breathtaking view she had ever seen.
They were standing at the edge of a cliff, with a stunning vista spread out before them. Rolling hills and green valleys stretched as far as the eye could see, with the glittering ocean visible in the distance.
"Oh my god," Babita breathed, taking it all in. "This is beautiful."
Ayush grinned, pleased with her reaction. "I'm glad you like it," he said. "I wanted to bring you somewhere special."
As Babita continued to take in the view, Ayush walked over to a nearby tree and pulled a blanket and a picnic basket out of a bag he had tied to the bike.
"I hope you're hungry," he said, spreading the blanket out on the grass. "Because I made all of your favorite dishes."
Touched by the thoughtful gesture, Babita smiled warmly at Ayush. "You did all of this for me?" she asked, feeling her heart swell with affection.
Ayush nodded, returning her smile. "Of course," he replied. "I wanted today to be perfect for you, Babita."
Together, they sat down on the blanket and began to eat. The food was delicious, and Babita found herself eating more than she had in a long time.
As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the landscape, Babita leaned back on her elbows and sighed contentedly. "This has been the perfect day," she said, looking over at Ayush. "Thank you for bringing me here."
Ayush smiled back at her, his eyes shining with happiness. "I'm just glad you enjoyed it," he replied. Then, after a moment's hesitation, he added, "You deserve to be happy, Babita. You deserve so much more than what you have now."
Babita looked away, feeling tears prickle at the corners of her eyes. No one had ever said something like that to her before — something so kind and understanding.
"You don't know that," she said softly, her voice trembling. "You don't know what my life is like."
"I may not know all the details," Ayush replied, reaching out to take her hand. "But I know that you aren't happy in your marriage. And I know that you deserve better than that."
Babita didn't say anything for a long moment. She just sat there, staring out at the view and trying to process everything that Ayush had said.
Was he right? Did she deserve more than what she had now? The more she thought about it, the more she realized that he was. She did deserve to be happy — and she hadn't been truly happy in a long time.
Ayush : Babita, can I ask you something?
Babita Iyer *: Of course, Ayush. What is it?
Ayush : Do you remember when we kissed yesterday?
Babita Iyer :* Of course I do. Why?
Ayush : Can I kiss you again?
Looking back at him, Babita saw the sincerity in Ayush's eyes. He really cared about her — more than anyone else ever had.
And in that moment, Babita made a decision. She deserved to be happy, and if that meant leaving her husband for Ayush, then that's what she would do.
"Yes," she said finally, squeezing his hand. "I think I deserve that too."
A look of relief washed over Ayush's face, and he smiled at her gratefully. "Thank you, Babita," he said. "For giving me a chance."
Without another word, Ayush leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. This time, Babita didn't push him away. Instead, she kissed him back, pouring all of her emotions into the kiss.
As their lips moved together, Babita felt like she was melting into Ayush's arms. It had been so long since she had felt this kind of passion and excitement, and she never wanted it to end.
After spending the rest of the evening watching the sunset together, Ayush and Babita reluctantly packed up the remains of their picnic and headed back down the mountain. As they rode back to Mumbai, Babita rested her head against Ayush's back, feeling more content than she had in years.
The next morning, Babita sent Ayush a selfie that they had taken together on the mountain, during their picnic. She thanked him again for the wonderful day they had shared, and Ayush texted her back, saying that he already missed her and couldn't wait to see her again.
For the next few days, they chatted and video-called each other every day, but didn't meet up again to avoid arousing suspicion. Babita's husband, Iyer, was working long hours at the office as usual, and didn't suspect a thing.
Over their daily conversations, Ayush gradually started talking dirty with Babita, enticing her by telling her how much he wanted her and how beautiful she was. Babita would blush and get flustered, but deep down, she liked the attention. It had been years since anyone had made her feel so desired, and she couldn't help but be drawn to Ayush even more.
One evening, as they were chatting on the phone, Ayush said to Babita, "You know, it's okay to feel this way. It's okay to want more and to want to feel good."
"But I'm married," Babita protested weakly.
"So what?" Ayush countered. "Your husband doesn't pay attention to you or your needs. You deserve to feel happy and fulfilled, Babita. Don't you agree?"
Babita was silent for a moment, contemplating Ayush's words. He was right — her husband did neglect her, and she was lonely and unfulfilled in her marriage. But was it right to cheat on him? Was it right to give in to her desires and seek happiness with another man?
Before she could say anything, Ayush spoke again. "If you love me more than your husband, then send me a picture of yourself. Naked."
Babita gasped, shocked by Ayush's sudden request. She wasn't used to such boldness from men, especially when it came to something so intimate and personal.
"I… I can't do that," she stammered, her face burning with shame and embarrassment.
"Why not?" Ayush asked, his voice gentle and persuasive. "Don't you trust me? Don't you want to feel good?"
Babita hesitated, torn between her desire for Ayush and her loyalty to her husband. She had never sent nude pictures to anyone before, let alone a man who wasn't her husband. The thought of it made her nervous and unsure.
But at the same time, she couldn't deny the strong attraction she felt towards Ayush. He made her feel alive and desired in a way that her husband never had. And he seemed so genuine and caring in his intentions.
"No, I do trust you," Babita said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm not sure if I can do that. It's just so… personal."
Ayush chuckled softly on the other end of the line. "It's okay, Babita," he said reassuringly. "There's no pressure. Take your time and think about it. If you change your mind, you know how to reach me."
With that, he ended the call, leaving Babita sitting there in stunned silence. She couldn't believe what had just happened — Ayush had actually asked her for nude pictures! And a part of her was tempted to send them to him. She had never felt this kind of excitement and thrill before, and it was intoxicating.
For the rest of the night, Babita tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep as she thought about Ayush and his request. She found herself wondering what he would do with the pictures if she sent them. Would he show them to anyone else? Or was this just between the two of them?
Despite her reservations, Babita couldn't shake off the feeling of arousal that had settled in the pit of her stomach. The thought of Ayush seeing her naked body, of him wanting her so badly that he was willing to ask for such an intimate gift, it made her feel sexy and desired. It made her feel like a woman again, rather than just a neglected housewife.
After much internal struggle, Babita finally gave in to her desires. The next morning, after making sure that her husband had left for work, she locked herself in the bedroom and took several naked selfies. She made sure to pose in a way that accentuated her curves, knowing that Ayush would appreciate it. With a racing heart, she attached the photos to a message and hit send.
Within minutes, her phone buzzed with an incoming message from Ayush. Babita's hands shook as she opened it and saw his reply.
"Wow, you're even more beautiful than I imagined," Ayush wrote. "Thank you so much for trusting me with these pictures. You won't regret it, I promise."
Babita smiled to herself, feeling a rush of happiness and validation at Ayush's compliments. She was glad that she had sent him the pictures, despite her initial reservations. It felt liberating to embrace her sexuality and do something exciting for once.
Over the next few days, Babita and Ayush continued to exchange flirtatious texts and calls. Ayush would send her risqué messages, telling her how much he wanted to touch her and kiss her, and Babita would respond in kind, teasing him with suggestive replies. It was a thrilling game of cat and mouse, with both of them pushing each other's boundaries and testing the limits of their desires.
One afternoon, as Babita was going about her daily chores, she received a video call from Ayush. Assuming that he just wanted to chat like they usually did, she accepted the call without hesitation. But as soon as the video feed came through, Babita's eyes widened in shock and her heart began to race.
Instead of Ayush's smiling face, Babita was greeted by the sight of Ayush's erect penis. It was thick and long, at least 10 inches in length, with huge balls hanging below. Without saying a word, Ayush began to stroke himself, his hand moving up and down his shaft as he pleasured himself on camera.
Babita couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had never seen a man masturbate before, let alone on video call with her. Part of her wanted to end the call immediately, shocked and embarrassed by Ayush's boldness. But another part of her, a part that she had long suppressed, was intrigued and turned on by the sight.
As Ayush continued to pleasure himself, he started to moan softly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Babita found herself watching transfixed, unable to tear her eyes away from the erotic scene unfolding before her. She could feel a wetness growing between her legs, a heat that she hadn't felt in years.
"Babita," Ayush panted, his voice husky with desire. "I wish you were here with me. I wish you could see how hard you make me."
Still unable to speak, Babita simply nodded, her breathing becoming shallow as she watched Ayush bring himself closer and closer to orgasm.
Finally, with a loud groan, Ayush came, shooting thick ropes of semen into a bowl he had placed beside him. Babita watched as he filled the bowl with his cum, amazed by the sheer amount of it. When he was finished, Ayush smiled at the camera, his chest heaving with exertion.
"See what you do to me, Babita?" he asked, his voice still breathless. "This is all for you. Every last drop."
And with that, he ended the video call, leaving Babita stunned and aroused. She realized that she was soaking wet, her panties drenched with her own juices. It had been so long since a man had affected her this way, and she didn't know how to process these new feelings.
Despite the initial shock, Babita found herself replaying the video call in her head throughout the rest of the day. She couldn't stop thinking about Ayush and the way he had made himself cum while thinking of her. It was wrong, she knew, but it also felt so right. She finally felt desired and wanted again, and it was addicting.
That night, as she lay in bed next to her sleeping husband, Babita touched herself for the first time in years. She closed her eyes and imagined Ayush's hands on her body, his lips kissing her skin, his cock filling her up. It didn't take long for her to reach orgasm, crying out softly into her pillow as waves of pleasure washed over her.
The next day,She received a devastating call about a terrible accident involving her husband on his way to work. The news left Babita reeling, and she struggled to come to terms with the loss of her partner.
The funeral was attended by the entire Gokuldham society, all of whom came to pay their respects to Iyer and offer their condolences to Babita. As she stood at the front of the gathering, accepting sympathetic hugs and whispered words of comfort, Babita felt a sense of numbness wash over her. It was as if she was watching everything unfold from outside of her body, unable to fully process the magnitude of her grief.
In the days and weeks that followed, Babita withdrew into herself. She stopped going out, stopped socializing with her friends and neighbors, and spent most of her time alone in her apartment, lost in thought and memories of her late husband. The pain of his loss was overwhelming at times, leaving her feeling empty and alone.A few days later, there was a knock at her door. It was Ayush, who had come to check on her and offer his support during this difficult time. He found Babita sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the wall with tears streaming down her face.
"I'm so sorry for your loss," Ayush said softly, sitting down beside her and putting a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Babita just shook her head, unable to speak through her sobs. Ayush pulled her close and held her as she cried, letting her release all of the emotions that she had been bottling up inside since the funeral.
After she had calmed down a bit, Ayush made her a cup of tea and sat with her while she drank it. They talked for a while, and Ayush listened patiently as Babita shared stories and memories of her husband. He could see how much she was hurting, and he wanted nothing more than to take away her pain and fill the void that had been left by Iyer's passing.
A few days later, Ayush surprised Babita by bringing her parents to see her. They had been worried about their daughter and wanted to make sure she was doing okay. When they saw how sad and withdrawn she was, they decided to stay with her for a few days to provide some extra love and support.
During their visit, Ayush spent as much time as he could with Babita and her parents. He helped around the house, cooked meals for them, and made sure that Babita was taking care of herself. He also found moments to talk to her parents alone, expressing his feelings for their daughter and asking for their blessing to marry her.
Babita's parents were taken aback by Ayush's confession, but they could see how much he cared for their daughter and how much she needed someone like him in her life right now. After some discussion, they agreed to let him marry Babita, hoping that it would bring her some happiness and help her move on from her grief.
When Babita found out what Ayush had done, she was surprised and touched by his actions. She had grown to care for him deeply over the past few weeks, and the thought of spending the rest of her life with him filled her with a sense of hope and excitement that she hadn't felt in a long time.
Their wedding was a small and intimate affair, attended only by their closest friends and family. Babita looked beautiful in a traditional red saree, her eyes shining with happiness as Ayush placed a garland of flowers around her neck. They exchanged vows in a simple ceremony, promising to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives.On their wedding night, Ayush took Babita to a luxurious hotel suite overlooking the city. They had spent the day celebrating with their loved ones, and now it was time for them to be alone and start their new life together.
As they entered the room, Babita couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. She had never been with a man before, and the thought of consummating their marriage made her heart race with anticipation.
Ayush could sense her nervousness, and he took things slow. They started with a romantic dinner, complete with candlelight and soft music playing in the background. As they ate and talked, Ayush poured her glass with wine, helping her to relax and unwind.
After dinner, they sat on the couch together, watching the stars twinkling over the city skyline. Ayush put his arm around Babita and pulled her close, kissing her softly on the forehead.
"You look beautiful tonight," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "I'm the luckiest man in the world to have you as my wife."
Babita blushed and smiled, feeling a flutter in her chest at his sweet words. She leaned into him, feeling the heat of his body against hers.
"Ayush," she said softly, looking up into his eyes. "There's something I need to tell you."
"What is it, my love?" he asked, concerned by the sudden seriousness in her voice.
Babita took a deep breath before speaking. "I've never been with a man before," she confessed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "My husband… he never wanted to touch me. He said I wasn't attractive enough for him."
Ayush's eyes widened in shock at her revelation. He couldn't believe that anyone would say such a hurtful thing to his beautiful wife.
"A woman as gorgeous as you?" he asked incredulously. "That's impossible. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Babita. Don't ever let anyone make you feel otherwise." He used his powers to secretly make himself sterile so that she does not get pregnant and without her knowing about it.
Babita felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes at Ayush's kind words. No one had ever made her feel so valued and desired before. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, pouring all of her love and gratitude into the kiss.
Ayush responded in kind, deepening the kiss as he ran his hands through Babita's long black hair. He could feel the heat of her body against his, and it drove him wild with desire. But he didn't want to rush things – he wanted to take his time and make this night perfect for her.As they kissed, Ayush slowly began to undress Babita, taking his time as he unwrapped the red sari from her body. Underneath, she wore a matching blouse and petticoat, adorned with intricate gold embroidery. Ayush marveled at her beauty, feeling like the luckiest man alive to call her his wife.
Babita, too, was lost in the moment. She had never felt such intense passion and desire before, and it scared her a little. But at the same time, it felt amazing to finally be wanted and cherished by a man. She clung to Ayush tightly, never wanting to let him go. She began to suck his neck leaving lovebites all over. She wanted to mark him as her own.
As Ayush continued to explore her body with his hands and mouth, Babita reached up and began to remove his wedding kurta. She had seen glimpses of his muscular physique before, but nothing could have prepared her for the sight of him completely shirtless. His body was chiseled and defined, with broad shoulders and a strong chest that tapered down to a slim waist. And below that, a bulge in his pants that made Babita's heart skip a beat.
With trembling hands, Babita reached out and touched Ayush through his pants. He was so big and hard that it almost scared her – she had never seen a man so well-endowed before. But as she looked into Ayush's eyes, she saw only love and adoration there, and her fears melted away. Ayush took off his pant to reveal a 10-inch-thick cock and huge balls hanging from it.
"I want you so badly," she whispered, spreading her legs slightly to give him better access.
Ayush groaned at her words, his cock twitching with anticipation. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside of her and make her his completely. But he also wanted to take things slow and make sure that she was ready for him.
"Are you sure?" he asked huskily, his hand trailing down her stomach to the waistband of her petticoat. "We don't have to rush into anything. We have our whole lives together."
"Yes, I'm sure," Babita breathed, arching her back slightly to push her hips closer to his. "Please, Ayush. I need you."
With that, Ayush hooked his fingers into the waistband of Babita's petticoat and pulled it down, revealing her completely naked body beneath. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined, with smooth, unblemished skin and curves in all the right places. Between her legs, he could see a small patch of black hair covering her pussy, and his cock throbbed at the sight.
"Ayush… I shaved it for you," Babita said shyly, noticing the direction of his gaze. "I wanted to make sure that I was completely smooth and clean for my new husband."
"You're perfect," Ayush growled, dipping his head down to kiss her stomach. He worked his way down her body slowly, savoring every inch of her soft skin. When he reached her pussy, he could smell her arousal in the air, and it made him even harder.
Babita gasped as Ayush's mouth made contact with her most sensitive area. No one had ever touched her like this before, and the sensation was overwhelming. She felt a rush of wetness between her legs as Ayush licked and sucked on her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
"Oh god, Ayush," she moaned, clutching at the sheets beneath her. "That feels so good. Don't stop, please."
But despite her pleas, Ayush did stop. He lifted his head and looked up at her, a devilish glint in his eye. "You have to beg for it, my dear," he said teasingly. "I want to hear you beg for my cock."
Babita's face flushed with embarrassment at his words, but she couldn't deny that she wanted him inside of her more than anything. "Please, Ayush," she whispered, spreading her legs wider to give him a better view. "I need your cock. I need you to fuck me and make me yours."
"Good girl," Ayush said approvingly, standing up and positioning himself between her legs. His cock was rock hard and throbbing with need, and Babita couldn't tear her eyes away from it. She had never seen anything so big and intimidating before, and she wondered how it was going to fit inside of her.
But as Ayush began to push into her slowly, she realized that her body was made to accept him. There was a slight stretching sensation as he entered her, but it wasn't painful. In fact, it felt amazing – like she was finally complete now that they were joined together.
Once he was fully inside of her, Ayush paused to let Babita adjust to his size. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, loving the feeling of him filling her up completely.
"Are you okay?" Ayush asked gently, stroking her hair back from her face.
"Yes," Babita breathed, moving her hips slightly to feel him more deeply. "I love the feel of you inside of me. Please, Ayush… fuck me."
With that, Ayush began to move, thrusting into Babita with slow, deliberate strokes. She gasped at the sensation, feeling like she was being split open by his huge cock. It was almost too much to bear, but at the same time, she never wanted it to end.
As Ayush picked up the pace, Babita found herself losing control. She dug her nails into his back and urged him on, loving the feel of him pounding into her relentlessly. It felt like he was reaching depths inside of her that no one had ever touched before, and it brought her to heights of pleasure that she had never experienced.
"Ayush, yes!" she cried out, feeling an orgasm building deep within her core. "Don't stop, please. I'm so close!"
But instead of continuing to fuck her, Ayush suddenly pulled out completely. Babita's eyes flew open in confusion and disappointment, and she looked up at him questioningly.
"What's wrong?" she asked breathlessly. "Why did you stop?"
"I want to edge you a little," Ayush said with a wicked grin. "I want you to know what it feels like to be desperate for my cock. Tell me, how does it feel to be so close to cumming but not being allowed to?"
Babita moaned at his words, feeling a fresh wave of arousal wash over her. No one had ever teased her like this before, and she found that she loved it. "It feels amazing," she gasped, thrusting her hips up in a vain attempt to feel him inside of her again. "But it's also torture. Please, Ayush… let me cum. I need it so badly."
"You're learning to beg so nicely," Ayush said approvingly. He reached down and slapped her pussy hard, making her cry out in surprise. "But I think you need a little more training before you can earn the right to cum on my cock." He slapped her big boobs and told her to shut up.
With that, he flipped her over onto her stomach and raised her hips up into the air. Babita whimpered at the new position, feeling even more exposed and vulnerable than before. But as Ayush entered her from behind and began to fuck her hard and fast, she couldn't deny that it felt incredible.
He reached around to stroke her clit as he pounded into her from behind, and it wasn't long before Babita was screaming and moaning his name. "Ayush, yes! Oh god, you feel so good. Please don't stop – I'm going to cum!"
But once again, Ayush denied her the release that she so desperately needed. He pulled out just as she was about to cum, leaving her hanging on the edge of orgasm with no hope of relief. Babita collapsed onto the bed in frustration, panting and sweating as she tried to process what had just happened.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked pleadingly, looking back over her shoulder at him. "I thought you wanted to make love to me, not torture me." She was on all fours with her pussy and asshole wide open.
"I do want to make love to you," Ayush said softly, running his hands over her round ass. "But I also want to show you the true meaning of pleasure and pain. You'll thank me for this later, I promise." He spread her asscheeks and spat on her asshole. "Now tell me how much you love my cock, and maybe I'll let you cum." He rubbed the tip of his cock against her asshole and pushed it inside a little bit making her scream in pain.
Babita moaned and pushed back against him, desperate to feel him inside of her once again. "I love your cock," she gasped, meaning every word. "It's the best thing I've ever felt in my life. Please, Ayush, let me have it. I'll do anything you want." She felt the stretch at the back of her pussy which felt weird for her.
"Anything?" Ayush repeated, raising an eyebrow suggestively. "Are you sure about that? Because there are a lot of things that I want to do to you, my dear." He kept pushing and pushing until the head of his cock was inside her tiny asshole. She was screaming, crying, and begging him to stop and saying that it's hurting her and she can't take it but Ayush didn't stop and kept on pushing until his 10 inch cock was inside her asshole balls deep. He then pushed his cock even more by squeezing his stomach muscle making it even deeper and hitting her cervix with the tip. Babita screamed like a pig getting slaughtered.
"Yes, anything," Babita said breathlessly, thrusting her hips back to try and entice him. "I'm yours to do with as you please. Just please, give me your cock. I can't stand it anymore!" Ayush then started to thrust in and out making squelching noise and his balls were clapping against her pussy lips.
Ayush chuckled at her desperation and gave in, entering her once again and resuming his pace from before. Babita cried out in relief and pleasure, feeling complete now that they were finally joined together again.
This time, Ayush didn't stop. He fucked her hard and fast, reaching depths inside of her that she didn't even know existed. Babita screamed and moaned his name, loving every second of the intense pleasure that he was giving her.
"I'm cumming!" she cried out finally, feeling her orgasm building to a peak. "Oh god, Ayush, I'm cumming!" She then collapsed on the bed with her ass up in the air and her head buried in the pillow. Her tongue was out and she was drooling all over the pillow. Ayush kept on fucking her in that position.
"Yes, that's it," Ayush growled, pounding into her even harder. "Cum for me, Babita. Let me feel you cum on my cock." Ayush was also at the edge and with a few more thrusts, he came deep inside her ass, shooting load after load of cum inside her. He kept on squeezing his balls to shoot more and more cum inside her until his balls were drained dry. They both collapsed on the bed, panting and sweaty as they tried to catch their breath. Babita felt like she was seeing stars, the pleasure had been so intense. She had never felt anything like it before in her life.
After a few moments of lying there together, Ayush pulled out and flipped Babita over onto her back. She looked up at him dazedly, still trying to process everything that had just happened.
"That was amazing," she said breathlessly. "I've never felt anything like it." She tried to stand up but her legs were wobbly and she almost fell. Ayush caught her and made her kneel in front of him.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Ayush said smugly, looking down at her with satisfaction. He could tell that she was thoroughly fucked and that he had satisfied her completely. "Now get on your hands and knees and clean my cock." He then took out his phone and opened the camera to record everything.
"What?" Babita asked in surprise, looking up at him with confusion. But before she could say anything else, Ayush had pushed her head down towards his cock. It was still hard and wet with her juices, and she could smell her own scent on him.
Obediently, Babita opened her mouth and began to lick him clean. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, tasting herself on him and moaning at the erotic sensation. Ayush groaned and thrust his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. Babita took him willingly, relaxing her throat to accommodate his size.
When he was buried as far as he could go, Ayush grabbed onto her head and began to face-fuck her, using her mouth like a pussy. Babita gagged and choked on his cock, but she didn't try to pull away. Instead, she looked up at him pleadingly, wanting to please him in any way that she could.
After a few moments, Ayush pulled out of her mouth and looked down at her smugly. Babita's face was covered in drool and tears, but she had never looked more beautiful to him. Her eyes were shining with adoration and submission, and he knew in that moment that she was his completely.
"Good girl," he said approvingly, reaching down to stroke her hair. "You did very well. Now swallow all of that cum like a good whore." He then pushed his cock inside her mouth and forced her to deepthroat him. He kept pushing until his cock touched her throat and then he pushed more making her choke and puke but he didn't stop until he was balls deep inside her mouth. He then grabbed her head with both hands and dumped rope after rope of thick cum inside her mouth until she couldn't take it anymore and puked.
When he was finished with her, Ayush helped Babita to her feet and led her over to a chair in front of a full-length mirror. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist and looking at their reflection together.
Babita was shocked by her own appearance. Her hair was a mess and her body was covered in sweat, cum, and saliva. There were marks all over her – hickeys on her neck and bruises on her hips from where Ayush had gripped her so tightly. But despite how debauched she looked, she had never felt more beautiful or desired in her life.
Ayush and Babita sat there together for a long time, just enjoying the aftermath of their intense lovemaking. Babita had never felt so connected to another person before, and she knew that she would do anything to keep this feeling alive.
As they sat there, Ayush played the video he made of Babita deepthroating and choking on his cock. Babita was surprised to see herself in such a vulnerable position, but she couldn't deny how erotic it was. She felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over as she watched herself choke and gag on Ayush's huge cock, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to take him all.
"That's my good whore," Ayush said proudly, pulling her closer and kissing her neck. "I knew you would be a natural at this."
Babita blushed at his praise but couldn't help feeling a sense of pride at how well she had pleased him. She knew that she would never be able to go back to her old life after this – not when she had experienced the intense pleasure and connection that Ayush had shown her.
As they continued to watch the video, Babita reached down between her legs and began to touch herself. She was already getting wet again, just from watching herself get face-fucked by Ayush's huge cock. The feeling of his cum leaking out of her and dripping down her legs only added to her arousal, and she found herself longing to feel him inside of her again.
"Do you like watching yourself get used like a cheap whore?" Ayush asked teasingly, reaching down to spread her legs wider. He began to play with her clit, using her own wetness to slide his fingers back and forth over the sensitive bud.
"Yes," Babita gasped, arching her back and thrusting her hips towards his hand. "It's so dirty and humiliating, but it makes me feel so sexy and desired." She moaned loudly as Ayush slipped two fingers inside of her, fucking her with them while he used his thumb to rub her clit.
"Such a naughty slut," Ayush growled in her ear, nipping at her neck with his teeth. "I think you need to be punished for being such a whore." He spanked her hard making her yelp in pain and her boobs jiggled.
Babita cried out at the sudden pain, but it only served to turn her on even more. She pushed back against him, loving the feel of his fingers inside of her and his palm slapping against her clit. "Yes, punish me," she begged, looking into his eyes through the mirror. "I've been such a bad girl. Please, Ayush – spank me and make me hurt."
With that, Ayush stood up and bent Babita over the nearby table. "Stay just like that," he commanded, running his hand over her round ass appreciatively. "I want you to watch yourself get punished in the mirror. Let's see how much you can take, my little pain slut."
Babita whimpered but obeyed, placing her hands flat on the table and arching her back. She could see everything perfectly in the mirror – Ayush standing behind her with his huge cock hard and ready, and her own naked body waiting to be used and abused.
When Ayush entered her this time, it was with a fierce intensity that took her breath away. He slammed into her hard, bottoming out with one powerful thrust that left her gasping and crying out in pleasure.
"Yes!" Babita cried, pushing back against him to meet his thrusts. "Fuck me hard, Ayush. Punish me for being such a dirty whore." Ayush put his foot on the chair and made Babita put her foot on the chair so that he could go even deeper inside her pussy. He grabbed her long hair and pulled her head back and arched her back more which made her tits point up more. He then put his fingers inside Babita's mouth and pulled it open and stretched it as much as possible. He loved to look at her tongue and inside her mouth.
Ayush growled and complied, fucking her so hard that the table shook beneath them. He spanked her ass and pulled her hair, using her roughly as if she were just a toy for his amusement. Babita loved every second of it, crying out and begging for more with each brutal thrust.
The pain and pleasure were indistinguishable now, merging together into one overwhelming sensation that left Babita breathless and desperate for more. She watched herself get railed in the mirror, seeing how small and helpless she looked compared to Ayush's strength and dominance. It only served to turn her on even further, and she felt another orgasm building deep inside of her.
"Ayush, please," she begged, barely able to speak through her cries of pleasure. "I can't take it anymore. Please let me cum!" He slapped her tits hard making it jiggle and red.
But Ayush didn't answer. Instead, he just kept on fucking her, using her roughly and mercilessly for his own pleasure.
"I want you to talk dirty to yourself in the mirror," he commanded instead, his voice rough with arousal. "Tell me how much you love being my little whore, and how good it feels to be punished like this." He was thrusting so hard and fast that Babita could feel his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust.
"Y-yes," Babita stuttered, barely able to think straight through the intense sensations. She looked into her own eyes in the mirror, feeling embarrassed and ashamed but also incredibly aroused. "I love being your whore, Ayush," she said slowly, meeting her own gaze. "You're so much bigger and stronger than me, and it feels amazing to be used like this. Please don't stop punishing me – I love the feel of your hard cock slamming into me over and over again."
Ayush groaned at her words, loving how naturally submissive and dirty Babita was. He reached around to play with her clit as he continued to rail her from behind, determined to make her cum before he did. Babita moaned and whimpered at the added sensation, feeling her pleasure build to a fever pitch.
"I've wanted this for so long," she continued, her voice becoming more confident as she got into it. "Ever since you moved into the building, I've been fantasizing about what it would be like to be yours. And now that I have you, I never want to let you go." She was crying while saying this and tears were dropping from her eyes.
Babita felt a pang of guilt at the mention of her husband, but she quickly pushed it aside. She knew that this was wrong, but she couldn't help how she felt. And as Ayush pounded into her from behind, she knew that she would do anything for more of this incredible pleasure. He was so much more of a man than Krishnan could ever hope to be – more handsome, more confident, and so much better in bed. He knew exactly how to touch her and use her, bringing her to heights of ecstasy that she had never even dreamed of before.
"Yes, I'm your whore now," she whimpered, feeling another orgasm approaching rapidly. "Please use me however you want, Ayush. I'm yours completely and utterly." She looked at her reflection in the mirror and barely recognized herself. Her hair was sticking to her sweaty face, and there were tears streaming down her cheeks. But she had never looked or felt more beautiful in her life.
"Such a good little slut," Ayush praised her, his thrusts becoming faster and more erratic as he got closer to the edge. "I knew you had this in you all along. Now cum for me, like the dirty whore that you are." Babita could barely speak now, her moans and cries of pleasure coming out in a long, uninterrupted stream. Her entire body was shaking and trembling, and she could feel her juices running down her legs as she finally came hard around his cock.
Her orgasm went on and on, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her and leaving her breathless. She collapsed against the table, barely able to hold herself up anymore. But Ayush didn't stop – he just kept on fucking her through her orgasm, using her for his own pleasure without regard for her well-being. And Babita loved every second of it. She felt like she was in heaven, experiencing pleasure beyond her wildest imagination as Ayush took what he wanted from her willing body.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ayush gave one final thrust and came deep inside of her. Babita felt his hot cum filling her up, and she moaned at the sensation. She loved being bred like this, knowing that Ayush was marking her as his own in the most intimate way possible. He kept on thrusting, making sure that every drop of cum made it inside her pussy and not a drop was wasted. They stayed like that for a long moment, joined together and panting as they both tried to catch their breath.
When Ayush finally pulled out, Babita collapsed onto the table. She was exhausted and spent, but she had never felt better in her life. Her body was sore and aching, but it was a good kind of pain – the kind that reminded her of how thoroughly she had just been used and satisfied.
"I hope you learned your lesson," Ayush said smugly as he looked down at her. Babita looked like a mess – her hair was mussed, her makeup was smeared, and her body was covered in marks from where he had used her so roughly. But despite her disheveled appearance, she had never looked more beautiful or desirable to him. There was something about seeing her like this that really turned him on – knowing that he had done this to her and that she had loved every second of it.
"I did," Babita said weakly, looking up at him through hooded eyes. "I promise I'll never disobey you again. You can use me anytime you want." She then spread her legs and showed him her used pussy. "Look at that, you can see your thick creamy load inside my used pussy."
"I know, my little whore," he said, gently stroking her hair. "And as long as you're a good girl, I'll keep on breeding you like this until you're pregnant with my child. How does that sound?" He then put a pillow on the table and made Babita lay down on the table with her ass up and pillows under her hips and her face on the pillow. He then started to fuck her pussy in missionary position.
Babita's eyes lit up at his words, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect. "That would make me so happy," she said dreamily, arching her back and pushing her hips towards him. "I want to have your babies, Ayush. Please fill me up with your cum and put a baby in my belly." She was cumming again and again while he fucked her in this position and soon he was also cumming inside her pussy for the second time.
Ayush smiled at her enthusiasm and kissed her deeply before pulling her into his arms. Babita snuggled up against him happily, feeling more content than she had in years. As they cuddled, she couldn't help but think about how lucky she was to have found a man like Ayush. He was everything she had ever wanted – handsome, dominant, and incredible in bed. And most importantly, he truly cared about her and wanted to make her happy.
"I'm yours now," she murmured against his chest, feeling happier than she ever had before. "You can do whatever you want with me. Just promise you'll never let me go." She then kissed his balls and took one into her mouth and sucked it and then sucked the other one.
"Don't worry, my love," Ayush replied, stroking her hair lovingly. "I'm not going anywhere. You're mine now, and I'm going to keep you forever."
He then made her get down on all fours and face the mirror. He made her twerk and shake her ass in the most sexual way possible and show it to the mirror. Babita twerked and shook her ass for Ayush and told the mirror, "This body is not mine. I am a married woman and this body belongs to my husband. Today, Ayush fucked me in many positions and made me his. I will be his whore from now onwards and I will be loyal to him and I will please him however he wants me to. My body belongs to him now onwards."
He then bent Babita over a table and spread her ass apart, revealing her tight little asshole. He spat on it and then started to lick her asshole. Babita squirmed at the new sensation, but Ayush held her hips firmly in place as he continued to lick and probe her ass with his tongue.
"Good girl, love. Now it's time for your first anal fisting lesSwami," Ayush said with a smirk. Babita blushed but didn't say anything. She knew that she had to do what her Swami said. So she let Ayush flip her over onto her stomach, then she lifted her ass up into the air for him.
"Good girl," Ayush said as he positioned himself behind his love. Then he spit on his hand and rubbed it all over his love's asshole.
"Swami, what's that?" Babita asked.
"That's spit, love. It'll help make this easier for you," Ayush replied.
"Oh… okay," Babita said.
Ayush positioned his hand at his love's asshole and slowly pushed his thumb inside. Babita gasped at the sudden intrusion.
"Ahhhh… Swami… it feels weird…" she said.
"I know it does, but you have to relax. The more you relax, the easier this will be," Ayush said.
Babita tried to relax as her Swami pushed another finger inside of her asshole. It was a tight fit, but Ayush managed to get two fingers inside of her.
"Ahhhh… Swami…" Babita moaned.
"You're doing so good, love. Now just relax and let me do the rest," Ayush said. Then he started to move his fingers in and out of his love's ass slowly. Babita moaned at the feeling. It was weird, but it also felt kind of good.
After a few seconds, Ayush added another finger. Babita gasped again at the stretch.
"Ahhhh… Swami…"
"You're almost there, love. Just a little more," Ayush said encouragingly. Babita nodded and tried to relax even more. Ayush took this opportunity to add another finger.
"Swami…" Babita moaned. Her asshole was stretched wide around her Swami's fingers. It felt so weird, but at the same time, she had never felt this full before.
Finally, after a few more seconds, Ayush was able to get his entire hand inside of his love's asshole. Babita let out a loud moan as she felt her Swami's hand enter her ass.
"Swami… YOU'RE SO BIG…" she cried out. Tears were streaming down her face from the overwhelming feeling of having her Swami's entire hand in her ass.
"I know I am, love. And there's still more to go," Ayush said. Then, before Babita could say anything, Ayush started to push his arm farther inside of her. Babita screamed in pain as her asshole was forced to stretch even wider.
"Swami… PLEASE… IT HURTS…" she begged.
"I know it hurts, love, but this is for your own good. Now be a good girl and take it like a champ," Ayush said. Babita bit her lip and tried to do as she was told. Ayush kept pushing his arm inside of her until finally he bottomed out. His entire arm was inside of Babita's ass.
"FUCKKKK… Swami… I CAN FEEL YOUR ENTIRE ARM INSIDE ME…" Babita screamed.
"I know you can, love. And how does it feel?" Ayush asked.
"IT FEELS SO GOOD… BUT IT ALSO HURTS… PLEASE Swami… BE GENTLE…" Babita begged. Ayush smiled and started to thrust his arm in and out of her ass slowly. Babita moaned loudly at the feeling. Her asshole was being stretched so wide, and it felt amazing.
"Ahhhh… Swami…" Babita moaned as her Swami thrust his arm in and of her ass. After a few seconds, Babita felt something wet running down her legs. She looked down and saw that she was shitting all over the bed.
"AHHHH… Swami… I THINK I JUST SHIT MYSELF…" Babita cried out.
"Don't worry about it, love. That's supposed to happen. In fact, I want you to shit all over my arm," Ayush said.
"AHHHHH… Swami… PLEASE…" Babita begged, but Ayush ignored her pleas. He kept thrusting his arm in and of her, making her shit even more. Soon the entire bed was covered in Babita's shit.
"AHHHHHH… Swami…" Babita screamed. Her asshole was so stretched out, and she felt so dirty. But at the same time, it felt kind of good. She had never felt this way before, and she didn't know how to react.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Ayush pulled his arm out of his love's ass. Babita collapsed on the bed, exhausted.
"AHHHHHHHH… Swami… YOU BROKE MY ASS…" she cried. There was blood and shit everywhere. Ayush grabbed the dirty bedsheets and threw them on the floor. He would have to get a new bed after this. Babita was crying hysterically. Her asshole felt like it had been ripped apart.
"AHHHHHHH… Swami…" she kept repeating. Ayush ignored her and left the room to go clean himself up. When he came back, Babita was still crying. Her ass was covered in blood and shit, and she couldn't move.
"love, it's time for the next part," Ayush said. Babita tried to get up, but she couldn't. Her asshole hurt so much.
"AHHHHHH Swami… I CAN'T MOVE…" she cried.
"I know, love. But you have to be strong. We still have a lot to do tonight," Ayush said. He picked Babita up and laid her back down on the bed.