The Reunion

Avik had been away from his hometown for a decade, serving in the Army, and the last thing he expected was to find love when he returned. But as he walked along the beach at the reunion party, he couldn't help but feel drawn to his childhood friend, Smita, who had become a successful journalist.

They had grown up together, playing in the streets and dreaming of their future. But when Avik left for the army, their paths diverged, and they lost touch. It was only when Smita contacted him for an interview that they reconnected, and now, as they walked along the shore, Avik felt his heart flutter at the sight of her.

Smita was beautiful, with long black hair and dark eyes that seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. She was wearing a red saree that hugged her curves, and Avik couldn't help but notice the way her hips swayed as she walked. He had never thought of her in a romantic way before, but now he found himself struggling to keep his thoughts under control.

They sat down on a rock and watched the waves crashing against the shore. Smita took out a bottle of wine and poured them both a glass. As they drank, they talked about old times, laughing and reminiscing. But underneath the lighthearted conversation, Avik could sense a tension building between them, a connection that went beyond friendship.

Suddenly, Smita turned to him and said, "Avik, do you ever wonder what our lives would have been like if you hadn't gone to the army?"

Avik thought for a moment before replying, "Sometimes. But I know I wouldn't be the person I am today if I hadn't gone. What about you?"

Smita took a sip of her wine before answering, "I don't know. I always thought I'd be a writer, but now that I'm a journalist, I can't imagine doing anything else. But I do miss you, Avik. I missed you a lot when you were gone."

Avik felt a knot form in his stomach as he realized that he felt the same way. He had missed Smita more than he could put into words, and now that he was back, he couldn't bear the thought of losing her again.

As if sensing his thoughts, Smita leaned in and kissed him. It was a gentle kiss at first, but as their lips touched, Avik felt a spark of desire ignite within him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, deepening the kiss until they were both gasping for air.

They broke apart, panting, and Smita whispered, "I've wanted to do that for so long, Avik. I always wondered what it would be like to kiss you."

Avik couldn't believe what was happening. He had never thought of Smita in a romantic way, but now that he had tasted her lips, he knew that he wanted more.

He leaned in to kiss her again, but just as their lips were about to meet, a voice interrupted them.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I need to talk to you, Smita."

It was Smita's editor, a middle-aged man with greying hair and a stern expression. Avik felt a pang of disappointment as Smita pulled away from him, but he tried to hide it as he stood up to leave.

Smita turned to him and said, "Avik, can you give me a few minutes? I'll meet you back at the party."

Avik went back to his hotel room, his mind racing with thoughts of Smita. He replayed the kiss in his mind over and over again, feeling the warmth of her lips against his. He couldn't believe that after all these years, he and Smita had finally confessed their feelings for each other.

As he lay on the bed, lost in thought, he heard a knock on the door. It was Smita. She was wearing a tiny sphagetti top and barely-there ripped denim shorts.

She entered the room and locked the door behind her.

"Avik, I can't stop thinking about you," she said, walking towards him. "I want you."

Her top barely covered her bra-less breasts as her nipples poked through the thin fabric. Her flat belly was accentuated by a golden ring dangling seductively from her navel piercing. She walked seductively, her hips swaying and ample bosom bouncing as she walked into the room.

Avik didn't need any more encouragement. He got up from the bed and took Smita in his arms. They kissed passionately, their bodies pressing against each other. She pulled of her top and shorts revealing a heavenly body -- a slender neck, beautiful firm breasts topped by large brown perked nipples, a flat belly, creamy thighs between which peeped out a carefully manicured strip of pubic hair around her pussy, which was already wet any shiny.

Avik dropped his boxers to reveal his large, erect manhood throbbing with lust.

They did not waste any time as Avik pushed Smita gently on the cot. Avik went down on Smita's wet pussy even as she moaned loudly. He sucked at her clitoris until she could not bear it anymore and came with an explosive orgasm. "Oh Avik! Fuck me please...I'm sooo wet that I could explode" she cried in passion. Avik's erect organ slid smoothly into her dripping vagina. He thrust harder and harder until both of them came almost in unison.

The night was filled with passion as they made love over and over again. They explored each other's bodies, discovering new things and pleasures they had never experienced before. It was as if all their pent-up desires for each other over the years had finally been unleashed.

As the sun began to rise, they lay in each other's arms, completely spent. Avik knew that he had never felt this way before, and he never wanted it to end. But he also knew that he couldn't stay in this town forever. He had to go back to his duties as an armyman, and Smita had her career as a journalist to pursue.

Days passed, and Avik and Smita reluctantly said their goodbyes. They promised to keep in touch, but both of them knew that their lives were going to take different paths. Avik went back to his regiment, and Smita continued with her journalism work, covering stories from different parts of the country.

Despite the distance, Avik and Smita kept in touch, exchanging messages and phone calls whenever they could. They talked about everything under the sun, but they never mentioned their night of passion at the beach party.

Months later, Smita landed a big break in her career. She was invited to a popular news show to discuss her latest investigative piece. As she sat in front of the camera, she felt nervous but excited.

The host of the show, a popular news anchor, welcomed her warmly and asked her about her work. As Smita spoke, she noticed a familiar face in the audience. It was Avik, dressed in a dapper suit, watching her with a smile on his face.

Suddenly, Smita's nerves disappeared, and she knew what she had to do. In front of the national audience, she took a deep breath and said, "Avik, I know you're watching this right now. I want to take this opportunity to tell you that I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

There was a stunned silence in the studio, and Avik looked shocked. But then a smile slowly spread across his face, and he stood up, nodding his head in agreement. "Yes, Smita," he said. "I will marry you."

The host and the audience erupted into applause, and Smita could feel tears streaming down her face. She had never felt so happy and fulfilled in her life.

After the show ended, Avik and Smita met outside the studio. They hugged each other tightly, both of them feeling like they were on top of the world. As they walked hand in hand, Smita turned to Avik and said, "I never thought I'd find love with my childhood friend, but I'm so glad that I did."

Avik smiled and pulled her in for a kiss, and in that moment, they both knew that they were meant to be together forever.