The story so far (recap)
Amit and Sunita, a Mumbai couple, come to Andaman for a brief holiday. Amit harbors secret dreams under the surface of their marriage, while Sunita is emotionally detached yet silently watchful.
On their first day, Shiva, their upbeat local driver, calls and interrupts a passionate moment in the hotel room, leaving Sunita and Amit both in a state of arousal.
Later, on their first journey with Shiva, Amit--unable to resist--begins in the backseat, fondling Sunita in the moving vehicle.
Though she resists, her resistance is feeble. Her summer dress moves, revealing more than she meant, exposing her. The tropical air thickens with heat and unsaid tension, igniting something deeper between them.
Now the story starts
Chapter 5: A Fire She Didn't Start
They returned to the hotel room, and Sunita immediately entered the restroom. Her heart was still pounding. Amit's touch in the car and Shiva's sight of her both affected her.
The memories embarrassed and excited her. Amit lay on the bed with the remote in hand.
"Dinner's ordered," he remarked with a drowsy grin.
She didn't reply. Sat at the edge of the bed, arms crossed, legs tightly crossed. They dined in silence.
Her thoughts kept going back to the car: Amit's fingers inside her, Shiva in the front seat, and that climax she couldn't control.
Amit pushed closer after keeping the dish aside.
"Shiva, you know, couldn't stop complimenting you.
"Amit, please don't, she said.
"Do you know that he saw how tight your nipples were under that dress?" he said.
She shook her head in denial.
"I don't want to listen to this."
"But your body does, though," he said, fingers creeping up her thigh.
His hand brushed the moist cloth of her shorts, causing her to gasp.
He mocked, "No panties?" "Still damp from earlier?"
"Amit......" Her discomfort was evident.
"You moaned so loudly that Shiva probably couldn't decide whether to drive or just keep watching.
He pushed his fingers inside her shorts. "Dripping," he said softly, circling her clit.
"I didn't mean to..." she said, arching into his touch.
He pulled her shirt off. Her tight nipples spilled loose. His lips wrapped over one, gently sucking while he fingered her pussy steadily.
"You enjoyed being watched."
"No," she said breathlessly, yet her hips shifted by themselves. Kissing down her belly, Amit took off her shorts and buried his tongue between her legs.
Legs tightening around his head, she screamed as his tongue flicked her clit and his fingers stroked her deep.
Moaning his name, he climbed over her, cock stiff and pushing at her wet entrance. He entered slowly.
He said softly, "You are mine, whoever stares, no matter."
She encircled him with her legs. Her moans filled the room. Another powerful, louder orgasm came.
Later, resting on his chest, she said, "Don't mention his name again."
Brushing her hair back, he smiled.
"I know you will think about him all night."
She shut her eyes and knew that he was correct.
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Chapter 6: The Fantasy He Created
Shiva arrived at 9:00 a.m. and found the couple waiting in the hotel lobby.
Sunita was in the white chiffon kurta which Amit had chosen for today. It was soft, translucent, and light. It clung to her in sunlight, exposing her. She felt somewhat uneasy as she entered the car.
"Good morning, ma'am, sir. Hope you're ready for a full day of city sightseeing," he remarked, starting the car.
They drove along Port Blair's calm streets. The city was only waking up, but the calm didn't stay long.
"I must say, sir... Yesterday was a wonderful day. Your company made it special," Shiva said.
Amit chuckled and reclined.
Flashing a grin, Amit said, "Good company makes all the difference."
Shiva looked in the rearview mirror and murmured nonchalantly, "Madam, it seems like a dream today...... Some dreams are difficult to forget, particularly those right behind you.
Sunita moved in her seat, gripping the edge of her dupatta tighter. She smiled politely, but her eyes looked to Amit, wishing he would speak.
"Stop him from talking this way. This is unacceptable," she whispered.
He did not. Looking out the window, he pretended all was well, as if the double meanings in Shiva's remarks didn't exist. The journey continued.
His teasing continued.
When they reached the Cellular Jail, Sunita pulled Amit aside.
"What is wrong with you?"
She whispered calmly.
"Weren't you listening to how he spoke? Why don't you speak up?"
Amit shrugged as if it were insignificant.
"He's only appreciating you. Don't worry about it."
He stretched out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. Earlier, it was a lovely action. But nowadays, it seems like a gesture of possessiveness.
Inside the Cellular Jail, the silence of history muffled her rising frustration.
The jail walls manifested our freedom fighters' suffering and efforts. In some way, they mirrored her own.
Later, heading to the next tourist destination, Sunita told Shiva to stop at a wayside cafe.
She said quickly, "I have to use the washroom."
Shiva indicated a little café-side bathroom. She moved fast, grateful for a few minutes alone. Though the outside heat was more, she could at least breathe.
Walking back toward the car, she overheard Amit and Shiva talking. They were unaware of her proximity. Instinct told her something was wrong, so she slowed down.
Shiva spoke softly, perhaps hesitantly.
"Sir..." Should madam be, you know, in that sort of line, do you believe I could enjoy her company? Just once, can I afford it?
Sunita stood still. For a second, her heart skipped a beat.
Then Amit spoke--in a calm and settled way. "She's expensive and chooses whom to bed with."
Sunita gasped. Her entire body became motionless.
Amit laughed once again.
"That sort of lady doesn't spread her legs for just anyone. You have to be influential and up to a class."
The words slapped her face, blurring her eyes out of shame and disbelief.
She moved towards the car, shocked.
Then, without saying anything, she got up and moved inside the car. They stopped laughing the moment they spotted her. She avoided Amit's gaze.
"Is this the way he thinks about me?" she asked.
The rest of the drive was in silence.
Amit was talking at the Naval Marine Museum as if nothing had happened.
"Are you all right? "he inquired.
"I'm okay," she said, almost whispering.
