As the credits rolled, Arahan and Anjali straightened their clothes, trying to compose themselves. The theater began to empty around them, the other patrons oblivious to the intimate encounter that had just taken place.
And the task reward came.
[Task Completed!]
+₹1000 (System Wallet: ₹7700 → ₹8700)
+1 Intelligence (10 → 10/30)
+10 Relationship (Bushra: 0 → 10 / 100)
+10 EXP (0 → 10 / 1000)
Arahan helped Anjali to her feet, his hands lingering on her waist. "We should get going," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.
Anjali nodded, smoothing down her skirt selfconsciously. Together, they exited the theater, stepping out into the warm night air.
As they walked hand in hand through the crowded streets, Arahan pulled Anjali close and whispered in her ear. "You look beautiful tonight."
Anjali blushed at the compliment, glancing down at her dress. It was a simple but elegant garment a deep red silk sari with intricate gold embroidery along the borders.
"I'm glad you like it," she replied softly. "I wore it for you."
Arahan's heart swelled with affection at her words. He stopped walking and turned to face her fully, taking both of her hands in his.
"I love you,"
Their fingers were already loosely intertwined.
Once outside, in the gentle glow of the streetlamp, Anjali turned to him.
Her voice was soft. "You… didn't pull away."
"I didn't want to," Arahan answered honestly.
She smiled—half shy, half daring. Then with surprising calm, she said:
"My house isn't far. Maa's gone to nani's. If you're not in a rush... come over."
They walked together down the quieter side streets of the town. Her house was a two-storey building tucked behind a Neem tree, pale blue in the moonlight.
✨ [Task Completed!]
Title: Unscripted Connection
🎬 Experience your first intimate moment with Anjali.
+10 Relationship (Anjali: 0 → 10/100 – New Entry: Secret Spark)
+1000 Rupees
+1 Charm (10 → 11 / 30)
+10 EXP (0 → 10 / 1000)
Emotional Unlock: Desire born from mutual tension
Arahan followed Anjali through the gate and into the courtyard of her house, the cool night air carrying the faint scent of jasmine. The pale blue walls of her home loomed before them, seeming to glow softly in the moonlight.
Anjali fumbled with her keys for a moment before opening the front door, gesturing for Arahan to enter. He stepped inside, his eyes adjusting to the dim light.
The house was quiet and still, everyone else likely asleep at this hour. Anjali closed the door softly behind them, leaning against it with a small smile.
"Arahan," she whispered, pushing off from the door and stepping closer to him. "Stay with me tonight?"
Her eyes shone with a mixture of hope and desire as she looked up at him. Arahan's heart raced at her words, his body responding instantly to the invitation.
"Anjali," he murmured, reaching out to gently grasp her chin. "Are you sure about this? I don't want you to do anything you'll regret."
Anjali's breath hitched at his touch, her cheeks flushing. She nodded firmly, looking up at him with unwavering determination in her eyes.
"I've never been more sure of anything, Sir," she whispered. "I want this. I want you."
Arahan's heart swelled with affection and desire at her words. He leaned in slowly, giving her plenty of time to change her mind, and pressed his lips softly against hers.
Anjali melted into the kiss, her arms winding around his neck as she pressed herself against him. Arahan's hands slid down to her waist, pulling her even closer.
After a moment, he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. "Lead the way," he murmured softly.
With a shy smile, Anjali took his hand and led him upstairs to her bedroom.
As they reached the top of the stairs, Anjali paused outside a door, her heart pounding in her chest. She turned to face Arahan, her eyes shining with a mix of nervousness and excitement.
"This is my room," she whispered, gesturing to the door.
Arahan's gaze softened as he looked down at her. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek.
With that, she opened the door and led Arahan inside. The room was small but cozy, with a single bed covered in a soft blanket and pillows. A desk sat against one wall, littered with books and notebooks.
Arahan closed the door behind them softly, turning to face Anjali. She stood in the middle of the room, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"Sir," she whispered, reaching out tentatively to take his hand. "I... I've wanted this for so long."
Anjali's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her heart racing in her chest. She had dreamed of this moment for months the two of them alone together, finally acting on the attraction that simmered between them.
Arahan squeezed her hand gently, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a soothing gesture. "I've wanted it too," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. "More than you know."
He took a step closer to her, closing the distance between their bodies. Anjali's breath caught in her throat as he reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her skin.
"You're so beautiful," Arahan whispered, his voice filled with reverence. "Inside and out."
Anjali's cheeks flushed at the compliment, her heart swelling with emotion. She reached up and placed her hand over his, pressing it against her cheek.
"Sir," she breathed, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Make love to me."
Arahan's breath hitched at her words, a surge of desire coursing through him. He leaned in slowly, giving her a chance to pull away if she changed her mind.
But Anjali didn't move. Instead, she tilted her head up to meet him halfway, their lips crashing together in a passionate kiss.
Arahan's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him as he deepened the kiss. Anjali melted into his embrace, her hands clutching at his shoulders.
Arahan's hands roamed over Anjali's back, caressing her through the thin fabric of her dress. He broke the kiss to trail his lips along her jaw and down her neck, nuzzling the sensitive skin.
Anjali gasped, her head falling back to give him better access. "Sir," she panted, "please..."
Her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. Arahan helped her, shrugging off his shirt and tossing it aside before reaching for the zipper of her dress.
Slowly, he pulled it down, the fabric parting to reveal her smooth brown skin inch by tantalizing inch. Anjali squirmed as cool air hit her heated flesh, a blush spreading across her chest and up her neck.
"Let me," Arahan murmured, gently pushing her hands away as she tried to cover herself. "I want to see you."
With reverent hands, he slid the dress off her shoulders and let it pool at her feet.
Anjali stood before him in her undergarments, her breathing shallow and rapid. Arahan's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, his gaze filled with hunger and admiration.
"You're perfect," he whispered, reaching out to trace the curve of her waist and the swell of her breasts. Anjali shivered at his touch, her nipples hardening beneath the lace of her bra.
Unable to resist any longer, Arahan leaned down and pressed a kiss to the exposed skin above her cleavage. Anjali gasped, her hands flying to his hair and tangling in the strands.
Arahan continued his exploration, kissing a path down to the edge of her bra. With a flick of his fingers, he unhooked the clasp and let it fall away, revealing her bare breasts.
He paused for a moment, admiring their fullness and the way her nipples puckered in the cool air.
"Anjali," Arahan breathed, his voice husky with desire. "You're so beautiful. I've imagined this moment for so long."
Anjali blushed deeply at his words, her heart racing in her chest. She had dreamed of him saying such things to her, touching her like this.
"I've imagined it too," she whispered back, her voice trembling slightly. "Every night, Sir. I touch myself and pretend it's you."
Arahan groaned at her confession, his hands tightening on her hips. "Tell me," he demanded hoarsely. "Tell me what you do when you think of me."
Anjali bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before speaking in a rush. "I... I lie in bed and imagine your hands on me, Sir. Your mouth... everywhere. I slip my hand between my legs and pretend it's you touching me there."
Arahan's breath came faster as he listened to her words, his erection straining against his pants. "Show me," he ordered roughly.
"Show me," Arahan repeated, his voice low and commanding. "Let me see how you touch yourself when you think of me."
Anjali hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement. But the hunger in Arahan's eyes emboldened her.
Slowly, she reached down between her legs, slipping her hand beneath the fabric of her panties. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as her fingers found their mark, stroking herself gently.
Arahan watched, transfixed, as Anjali pleasured herself. Her hips moved rhythmically, rocking against her hand as she lost herself in the sensation. The sight of her like this flushed and panting, touching herself for him was incredibly erotic.
"Like this, Sir?" Anjali whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Is this how I touch myself when I think of you?"
"Yes," Arahan growled, his control snapping. "God yes."
He surged forward, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss as his hands yanked at her panties. Anjali gasped into the kiss as he tore them away, leaving her completely bare.
Arahan lifted her onto the bed, spreading her legs wide to expose her glistening folds. He knelt between her thighs, his hot breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh.
"Do you want my mouth on you, Anjali?" he murmured against her inner thigh. "Do you want me to lick your pretty pussy until you scream?"
"Yes!" Anjali cried out, arching off the bed, her hips lifting in desperate invitation. "Please, Sir! I need your mouth on me. I need you to taste me."
Arahan groaned at her wanton plea, his lips brushing against her wet folds. "You're so wet for me already," he murmured, his voice muffled against her skin.
He parted her with his fingers, revealing her swollen clit. Anjali gasped as he blew gently across the sensitive nub, the cool air sending shivers through her.
"Sir," she begged, twisting beneath him. "Please!"
Unable to deny her any longer, Arahan leaned in and dragged his tongue up her slit in one long, slow lick. Anjali cried out at the sudden pleasure, her hands fisting in the sheets.
Arahan groaned at her taste sweet and musky and uniquely Anjali.
He licked and sucked at her folds, his tongue circling her clit with increasing pressure. Anjali writhed beneath him, her hips bucking wildly as he pleasured her.
"Sir!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. "I'm going to come!"
Arahan doubled his efforts, sliding two fingers inside her tight channel and curling them upward to rub against that sensitive spot deep within. Anjali shattered, convulsing around his fingers as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.
Her juices flooded his mouth as he rode out her orgasm, lapping at her greedily. Only when she slumped back against the bed, spent and panting, did he lift his head.