Natasha

Natasha was on her way to Mumbai, via train with her family after an eventful Navratri vacation. She was just browsing on her phone when she received a new WhatsApp message. A smile escaped her lips.

“Knock. Someone
just slid into your DM.”

“Who, the President of
the United States?”

“Nope. But definitely the
President of Chhindwara's
most eligible bachelor.”

“Waah! 😂 Bas itna
confidence chahiye
life me (Just the amount
of confidence I need).”

“Aur tumhare jaisa
personality and hotness.
(And a personality
like you & your hotness.”

“Acha ji!
So I'm hot now?”

“Nah, I was talking about
ur phone. Excessive use
turns the device hot.”

The slow chat continued throughout her train journey. Seemed like Natasha managed to grab the attention of the most eligible bachelor. Lol! She giggled to herself. She had one more reason to visit Chhindwara now. She merrily expressed to Mitali and Sahil how she enjoyed the festival this time and suggested they visit the town again soon. They agreed, unaware of her ulterior motive. She couldn't wait to see him again.

Natasha and Kunal began chatting regularly since that day. They wouldn't chat everyday but when they did, it was a long one. They even switched to voice call at times, but only in the absence of her parents or when she was outdoors. Honestly, she didn't have much going on in her life. She had no real friends, except Abhishek. In that sense, she was glad to have someone to talk to online.

They chatted about the books they read. About science and the cosmos. They dissed the double standards of society and old-age traditions. All with sprinkles of flirtations in between. At times, Natasha messaged Kunal on days when she didn't feel like herself. When she wanted someone to sit in the dark with her. She would envision meeting him in that terrace, comforted by the stench of his cigarette. Of course she wouldn't delve into why and what was bothering her. She would simply fill her void with his generic chats. 

And maybe, just maybe, Kunal was doing the same.

Natasha and her siblings visited Chhindwara eight months later. Natasha recalled the scene vividly. She was on the terrace with Mitali, catching up with Vedant and the others when Kunal appeared. He draped an arm around Vedant, talking to him like they were best buds. However, his gaze told a different 온라인카지노게임 it danced around Natasha. She couldn't help but revel in the light of his attention.

“Hi.” Kunal finally greeted her with a small smile, his eyes twinkling.

“Hi...” Natasha's voice was uncharacteristically soft. They locked eyes, their gazes speaking for themselves. Of course, their odd exchange didn't go unnoticed but Kunal was quick to diffuse the suspicion as he greeted Mitali who glared at him. Kunal ignored that and reverted talking to the boys. 

Soon after, everyone stepped downstairs for lunch. Natasha was the last one to leave. 

“Where do you think you're leaving, madam?” Someone gripped Natasha's hand as soon as she was about to enter the staircase. She visibly gasped at the sudden touch and sight of Kunal behind her. He was so close, she could smell his aftershave. She whirled around to see if anyone from adjacent buildings noticed them and kicked his leg, forcing some distance between them. Kunal only smirked. “Oo' feisty! Don't look at me like that, princess. I only wanted to greet you alone.”

“What if anyone sees us, you dork?! And I told you not to call me a princess.” She whisper- shouted but he still refused to move. Realizing there was no escaping his stubbornness, she braced herself with a tight- lipped smile. “Hi, Kunal. Nice seeing you again. That light green looks sexy on you. Bye.”

Natasha groaned when Kunal held gripped her arm again. She made a 'what?' expression. “Was your Dad a boxer?”

Her brows knit even further. “Nope. Why—”

“Cause you're a total knockout.” Kunal replied, nearly making her barf. Downstairs, Mitali was calling for her sister. He brought his lips near her ear, making her sensuous. “Meet me around seven. Same place. Laters, queen.”

Casting one last defiant look at the mischievous boy, Natasha rushed downstairs. Her heart racing, her lips smiling. 

~

It was surreal how Natasha's present meet with Kunal at Divya's terrace differed from the one last year. This time she had Kunal's undivided attention down to her last expression. As if he swallowed her presence away. There was something undeniably charming and playful about him. A twinkle in his eye. Something she couldn't stay away from, even when her instincts told her to. No wonder girls found it hard to ignore him and the asshat knew that. 

“Where's your Laila (beloved)?” She asked, placing two fingers around her lips and blowing air.

“Laila is hiding. Didn't wanna share her with you, na.”

“Why not?”

“Cause I'm letting you be in your sweet sixteen. Stop trying to convince me otherwise.” Kunal replied, glaring then tossed her a packet of bourbon biscuits instead which annoyed Natasha. She still ate them though.

The rest of her time in Chhindwara went by in a similar fashion. They talked, flirted and ate ras malai in the same shop as last time. She even hung out with Kunal, Vedant and others to make it look less suspicious. At times, she would look at Kunal longingly like a mystery book. Even though he smiled and laughed loudly with his peers, she sensed it wasn't entirely real. Like he was oil, trying to blend with water. At times, she noticed an expression of disdain or a twitch, like he was offended by their words. At times, she could feel his aura screaming- let me out of here.

Either his friends were too dumb enough to notice or she was overthinking it.

Nothing noteworthy happened on the rest of the days Natasha stayed. Except when she finally convinced Kunal to let her smoke for a bit. He reluctantly let her borrow his Laila- aka cigarette. She puffed out smoke three times before she started coughing. He immediately snatched the cigarette away from her and finished it by himself. She felt thrilled for doing something illegal and also got an indirect touch of his lips. Maybe, someday, she thought, hopeful.

Let's flash forward it to the next time Natasha visited Chhindwara. She was seventeen and Kunal was twenty. They met at the usual spot, though he suggested they might have to change their venue due to the increased possibility of getting discovered. They were just discussing Christopher Nolan movies when Kunal popped a question that made her stomach drop.

“Have you ever kissed someone?”

“Y-yes. Once.” She answered, thinking about her ‘yuk’ kiss with Abhishek. “It wasn't good though. When was yours?”

“You are better not knowing. I was young.” He crossed his arms.

“How young? Tell mee~” Natasha pestered, throwing more questions on his dating hi온라인카지노게임. When she didn't get any concrete answers, she changed the topic. Her voice was so low that she had to repeat it twice. “D- do you wish to kiss me?”

Kunal blinked until the corner of his lips twitched. He held her chin. “I thought I made it evidently clear from our chats. I'd love to kiss those lips of yours. You?”

She nodded shyly, her eyes downcast. Kunal chuckled. Eventually, he decided they would meet in his room at his grandmother's house and do something about it. Just the thought of getting her first kiss got her stomach in bubbly knots. She kept looking at him, not believing that a player like him desired to kiss her. Or was she too easy? She'd think about that later.

“Look out!” Natasha raised her voice a little, startling Kunal as he ducked down in reflex. He peered towards the entrance door but no one came. Right then, she plucked up her courage to kiss him on the cheek, leaving him baffled.

“Well played, Natasha, well played.”

~

It wasn't easy to obtain time but then, Natasha was gutsy. She accompanied her cousins and siblings for a fair one day. Halfway through, she pretended to have a stomach ache and informed she would be heading home. She didn't, of course. She wore a scarf around her face and headed straight to Kunal's grandmother's house.

“Just a heads up, this kiss doesn't amount to a romantic relationship or such.” Kunal cleared right away.

“Yeah, yeah, I heard you loudly the first time,” Natasha replied, waving a dismissive hand. She had to admit, she wasn't thrilled hearing that at first. She really thought they shared something special through their deep chats over the years. Guess she was just delusional. At first, she tried to distance away by chatting less. Eventually, she accepted her reality. She realised He was her best shot of experiencing worthwhile because she sure as hell wasn't attracted to the immature dicks in her class.

“I know. I just don't want you to misunderstand me.”

“O' believe me, I won't. I know you are a heartless manwhore. The scientists have yet to dissect you,” She pointed a finger to his left chest. He held her palm and kissed it.

“I'd rather have you dissect me instead. Fuck, I wanna kiss you now,” He said, probing his thumb over her plump pink lips in dire need of attention while the rest of his fingers caressed her cheekbone. Natasha closed her eyes, feeling her desire build up like a small pit of fire. She kissed his thumb away. Slowly his fingers threaded between her hair, making her shiver.

“You're still stiff, babe. Here,” Kunal whispered and took her by surprise by bringing his lips to the nape of her neck, earning her a surprise moan. He smiled against her neck, saying how good she smelled and kissed around her neck more. Suddenly, her legs felt like jelly. What was this pleasant, fuzzy feeling?

Kunal brought his face against hers. He made her feel his breath, his nose, his cheeks while kissing around her face. It was his way to build the momentum. He gently pressed his lips against the corner of her mouth until it finally met her full-length lips. Natasha's heart thudded against her chest like silent thunder. They then kissed together, their lower and upper lips doing a slow sensuous dance. They parted after sometime, catching their breaths while her mind floated on the clouds. She loved how he didn't kiss her like a maniac right away. The man knew what he was doing. Honestly, she was still screaming inside.

Kunal was about to distance away when her fingers reached out to thread against his, surprising both of them. “Kiss me again.”

He raised a brow, amused. “As you say, my queen.”

Natasha gasped in surprise when he suddenly picked her by her waist off the ground and sat her on his study desk. She kept on giggling throughout and complimented on how smooth he was. He situated himself between her legs before dipping his head towards her.

The kiss that followed was more rough this time. They sucked their mouths with their tongues at a hurried pace while their hands mapped their clothed bodies for the first time. The butterflies in her stomach never stopped fluttering. All of their flirtations, talks and teasing remarks collided into this moment. She could tell that this was more Kunal's way. He simply held back for her sake. She asked whether they could delve deeper but he refused saying she wasn't a full-fledged adult yet. Nonetheless, she savored this first kiss (the one with Abhi didn't count). It was the kind she bookmarked on her list of experiences that followed.

~~~

Flash forward to Natasha's next visit to Chhindwara eight months later. She was eighteen. This alone allowed them to become bolder, more confident this time. In contrast to her miserable life, Kunal's life seemed to have brightened up. She saw less of his bitter self and more of his humorous, sappy side. While Natasha was giving entrance exams  for college admissions, Kunal was already in his third year of his Bachelor's course in Economics at a local college. He still hated his hometown with a passion though. He claimed he had no friends, even though he talked to everyone.

Kunal's grandmother usually slept around in the afternoon. She was a heavy sleeper so there was no cockblocking. Without wasting another second, Kunal and Natasha engaged each other with their mouths and hands. The room was filled with their breaths and moans. It was suddenly forty degrees hot. Eventually their tops came off and they checked each other out. Kunal had recently joined the gym and let's say his efforts goddamn showed. Without wasting time, he sweet torture her with his lips all over her breast, licking and sucking her. She too, had the pleasure to do the same. She could clearly feel his hard-on as his legs crossed hers.

“Touch me,” came Kunal's rasped voice.

“Touch you where?” She replied in a daze after leaving her lips from his masculine chest. Her hands still hovered around the slight muscles of his biceps.

His lips curled at that. He pecked her lips before taking her hand. “Here, love.”

And guided her hand towards his covered crotch. Indeed he was hard.

Just like that, her mind knocked the door to an unpleasant memory from more than a year ago. A memory of Tejas's creepy smile as he forcibly guided her hand towards his disgusting boner, just like now. It crept on her like cockroaches crawling on her skin.

I'm sorry, but I'm enjoying this way too much. You look like a tigress reduced to a cat. Ah, I'm glad you came... My favourite student.

“AHH!!” Natasha shrieked out, jolting her hand away from Kunal as if he was a hot pan. She covered her face with her shaky palms, breathing hard. Her pulse quickened, her blood ran cold. When he reached out to ask what was wrong, she cried angrily. “Don't touch me, you monster!”

It was only after a few seconds later when reality dawned upon her. Dreadfully, she uncovered her hand to see Kunal's face staring back in horror. No, noo, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. Just when one of them found the will to speak, a distant, frail voice boomed outside his door.

“Kunal, beta! What was that scream just now? Is there someone in your room?”

Both Kunal and Natasha's eyes widened in panic. They could hear sounds of slow footsteps nearing his room. Kunal accidentally touched her shoulders in a hurry to shove her away, but it only backfired as she flinched. She covered her mouth to suppress her scream, rapidly blinking her stinging eyes. She quickly fixed her black bra to cover her chest but even that didn't stop her from feeling incredibly exposed. “S- sorry.”

Kunal increased the distance between them, exhaling loudly as if trying to calm his nerves. He needed to act fast. “For godsake, Natasha— just do me a favor and hide in my bathroom. Go!”

Natasha sprang to her feet at once, grabbing her top from the floor while Kunal wore his grey top. “Don't make a single sound,” She heard him whisper before she quietly rushed inside his bathroom.

The next few minutes were torturous. Natasha stood still against the tiled wall, covering her trembling mouth as hot tears streamed past her cheeks and submerged inside her palms. She scolded herself to not make a single sound but failed miserably as she panted hard. What is wrong with me? Thankfully, she didn't have to worry as she heard faint sounds of a random Netflix movie being played from his phone. Good, quick thinking.

“Sorry, Dadi. I was just watching this horror movie when a random lady screamed out of nowhere. Scared me big time,” Kunal lied effortlessly. His grandmother scolded him for ruining her afternoon nap while he promised to be mindful next time. Natasha's shoulders sagged in relief as she heard footsteps retreating away, accompanied by the sound of the closing door. She even heard Kunal letting out a sigh of relief. “You can come out now.”

When Natasha didn't respond, Kunal opened the bathroom door and gasped at a grief- stricken Natasha sitting on the floor with her knees huddled up to her chest. Now that his grandmother was out of the picture, she could finally allow her body to relax.

“Don't look at me. Please!” She wept covering her face.

Kunal immediately abided by closing the bathroom door before her. He took a sharp breath, scratching his head, confused. What was wrong with her anyway? “Atleast don't sit on the bathroom floor. Come out.”

Somehow Natasha willed her rigid body to move and lay on his bed. Moments later, Kunal returned with a glass of water and a white tablet. He was about to drop it to her hand, but then laid it on the bedside table.

“It's an anxiety pill. Take it. You look like you need it,” He said, without looking at her and settled on the study chair with his elbows resting on the table. She could only see his hunched back now. She took it without thinking twice. Minutes passed in silence, filling with nothing but heaviness.

“If you're done, you may leave...” His voice sounded cold and distant.

“Kun—”

“Was I that fucking bad?” He finally snapped, rotating his chair to her direction, his eyes showing hurt. He ran his hand through his hair, agitated. “You acted as if I assaulted you or something. Made me feel like shit. You could have told me if you didn't want this. I never forced you.”

“No, no, you got it all wrong!” Natasha voiced out in a sense of urgency. “I- I don't know what happened but it's not you, I swear. I just, I just...” She mumbled incoherently while staring at the mattress of the bed.

“It's okay. Just leave.”

A lump formed her throat. Kunal sounded like his former bitter self that she didn't like. He didn't spare her a single glance even when he dropped her off his house. Natasha bit her lip to suppress a sob. Shedding tears was the last thing she wanted to do here. She figured he wouldn't like that. Just when things were going smooth, that ugly image had cockblock them like a fucking insect and ruin it all. Fuck you to hell Tejas!

~~~

None of them contacted each other for the next two days. How could they? That moment was cringey as hell. However, Natasha was scheduled to depart to Mumbai that week. Usually, she was a pro when it came to ignoring people. If someone fucked off, she let them. However, she had a feeling if she ignored Kunal, she might never get a chance with him ever again. So she swallowed her pride and called, begging him to meet her. Kunal blatantly refused, saying how he regretted getting involving with her and swore to never touch her again. Just don't tell anyone, please. He messaged in the end. Paranoid, much.

However, if Kunal was stubborn, Natasha was thrice as much. She resorted to her last option by threatening to complain to his Dadi about him if he refused one more time. She even sent him a photo of her standing in front of his Dadi's house. The trick worked wonders. He was summoned within minutes with a resting scowl on his face. 

“You sure you're not in love with me? This is something obsessive lovers do.”

“Please!” She said, rolling her eyes. “That word has no rishta (relationship) with me. I only did it to see your ugly face since you pretty much refused to.”

Reluctantly, Kunal let Natasha into the house, this time in front of his Grandma. Natasha scoffed. He was letting her know there would be no action between them. An uncomfortable silence settled between them as they sat down on his room while his grandma did her evening prayers. 

“Look Natasha, getting nervous is one thing,” Kunal began, “It's natural for girls to feel nervous and embarrassed during intimate moments. But what I saw in you back then wasn't nervousness— it was fear. Suddenly, I felt like a predator, preying on an helpless girl. I lost all libido right then. I'm sorry, but I don't fancy experiencing that crap again. I love intimacy, but only when my girl is just as horny as me.”

“But I was horny, Kunal! I was just as into you. Until that moment,” She reasoned, shifting closer to touch his hand but he retracted immediately, his jaw clenched. Her face fell. He never did that before. It was as if he was burnt by her touch.

“It's okay if we don't make out. It's not the end of the world. You are still young. I'm, too. We have our whole lives ahead of us. Maybe you just need to grow a little. Perhaps we can try then.”

But Natasha had a feeling he wouldn't. She knew him that much. “Can I touch you? Let me try once more, please. I won't yell, I promise.”

Eventually Kunal sighed in defeat. He closed the door but only partially. It was to let him hear his grandmother's footsteps if she approached the stairs. His face was devoid of any expression. “Go on, touch me. I won't be touching you though. You'll be the only one in control.”

Somehow hearing that eased her nerves. At first, she ran her hands over his arms and torso eventually resting on his covered crotch. Her shaky hands rubbed around the fabric of his khaki pants. She squeezed her eyes shut until she opened by force. Half a minute passed, until she drew her hand away, frowning. “You're hardly aroused.”

Kunal shook his head in disbelief. “You should look at your face in the mirror. Like you were gonna shit your pants while performing a dangerous experiment. How can I be aroused by that?” Atleast she didn't yell this time.

Natasha dropped herself onto the bed with a thud while Kunal repeated the same things from before. This was starting to look futile now. But before she gave up completely, she had one last card to play. 

Henceforth, Natasha told Kunal the reason why she acted that way. A fictional 온라인카지노게임 of when she was younger. When she witnessed a man in a bus, secretly jerking off by himself. How he looked her with a smirk when he caught her gaze. How that incident disgusted and traumatized her. She couldn't possibly tell him about Tejas so this was the next best lie she could come with. She told him how she was reminded of that dirtbag the moment she touched Kunal. It was her way of letting Kunal know it wasn't his fault. She took that chance to reach out for his hand again. This time, he let her.

She inched closer, brushing her nose against his and cupping his face. His gaze dropped to her lips as she spoke in a hushed voice. “I don't want to wait, Kunal. I want to get rid of this fear. More than anything, I wanna explore my sexuality with you. Explore all of you.”

“Nat, I'm not a saint equipped to get rid of your fears... But fuck, you're so tempting,” He said, his conflict palpable. He bit his lip, letting his gaze travel over her pretty face. She did the same, finally seeing his eyes darkening with desire. He gauged her reaction before swiping his lips through hers, taking her breath away with one wet kiss. She savored it fully. “That was a heartfelt confession! Love that sassy mouth of yours.”

And kissed her again with tongue this time.

“S- so I'm in, then?” Natasha whispered, despite feeling goosebumps by his wet, warm lips behind her neck and back. She called his name, but he seemed too unbothered to care. Before long, they fell onto the mattress but that never stopped him from exploring her. It was like something had possessed him. He pulled her top to her neck. She let out a half-suppressed moan when his fingers reached inside her bra and squeezed her boobs while his mouth kissed her belly. Soon he replaced his hand with his mouth. Her toes curled. She could feel the moist between her legs. “Kun-al, ah! What if your Dadi comes?”

“What, now?” He stopped, hovering his face above hers- his face impatient and dazed. “Ah, right, you asked whether you're in or not. That's my job, not yours, queen. You simply have to let me in. Like this.”

Her lips parted as she felt his erection pressed against her covered pussy. Something came over as she felt her confidence soar. She roughly grabbed his face and tongue kissed him. They moved their hips, dry humping each other. All other thoughts ceased to exist. She took the reigns by getting on top of him and unbuttoned his shirt to feel his bare torso.

Before she had second thoughts, she slipped her hand inside his pants to feel the full length of his aroused dick. It seemed huge and slimy. Just when she thought she'd regret it, she caught onto the look of ecstasy on his face. It willed her to coil her fingers around him and rub him. Was this how it felt to be in control and please someone? She loved getting this reaction out of him.

Similarly, she whimpered in pleasure when his fingers pushed her pussy lips aside to massage her wet clit. She could hear her wetness. It rendered her powerless as she fell on top of him, though still continued to rub him.

“Fucking hell, Natasha, I wanna fuck you so bad! Wanna bury my cock into your sweet cunt,” He said through gritted teeth, his hot breath fanning against her ear. It was the first time he talked like this. Hell, it was the first time they made out like this. Perhaps the risk of his Grandma approaching his room got their adrenalines pumping. Her lips pressed into a thin line when he bit her earlobe. 

“I want nothing more, Kunal. Please fuck me,” She said, licking the skin off his chest, feeling the taste of his musky skin. Her body was more than ready to be taken by him. They shared another hot, smouldering kiss until Kunal got off her, shaking his head in regret.

“Not now, babe. I wanna take my time when I do you and I can't do that with my Dadi here. Visit me  during Dusshera or winters. You'll receive the best reward imaginable.”

“Finee,” Natasha whined. She had no choice but to agree, despite her body telling her otherwise. As if on cue, they heard the distant tinkling sound of the bell.

“Shit, her prayer is ending. She will roam around the house with the incense stick so I'd say another five minutes till she comes to my room. Let's get this over with,” He said, rubbing himself in quick motion while she watched with mild fascination. He raised a brow. “What are you looking at, woman? You wanna cum or should I help?”

“Ah, okay, okay, I'll help m-myself.” Natasha said moaning between her words as he suddenly fingered her. Thereafter, they orgasmed by themselves just in time before his grandmother arrived and found them playing with the pet dog. She regarded them with a questionable stare before a phone call distracted her away. They let out a sigh of relief. Barely saved.

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Hope you're liking the dynamics between Kunal and Natasha. I'll be honest, this whole arc is kind of improvised. Like these scenes weren't even there when I resumed writing Natasha last year. They just came to me in pieces one by one while writing. Has it ever happened to you?

Next chapter will have a scene that's particularly my fav hehe! Don't forget to vote and comment. Thank you for your support! 🙏🏼