Thunderstorms are beautiful! The roaring wind, the lightning struck sky, the dark clouds and the eerie silence... all speaks the same language... The language of ancient passion! And the chaos, somehow brings calm. For turbulent souls, at times, it's unusually comforting to know that unrest is as natural as peace.

Somewhere about a few miles away from the Roy Chowdhury Banglow, Suresh was preparing to leave for his house after his long day at the hospital.
He had dropped at his medical camp once, before heading home for the night.

"Only one patient Doctor shahab." Said one of the nurse as he skimmed through the pages of his medical profile.
The patient was a young boy, a lower caste orphan, beaten mercilessly by his uncle.

"Hmm... Keep him under observation." He replied gravely without looking up.

The two nurses would stay up at the tiny modest living quarter adjacent to the camp and after the day's work, they used to retire to the comfort of their modest dwelling, leaving the old caretaker incharge of the camp.

Suresh was tired and it seemed that the sky rupturing thunders were in no mood to seize their catastrophic dance for the night.
"Doctor Shahab, how will you drive home?" A nurse asked.

"I think I'll wait up a little didi. You go to your quarter, it's late!"

'A doctor's life is not always a bed of roses.' Suresh recalled the words of his favourite professor. And while the entire Dehradun slept comfortably in the cozy corners of their rooms, Suresh entered his small shabby office inside the medical camp and lowered his exhausted body on one of the wooden chairs inside the room. His eyes gradually dropped down as his head lay back into a semi concious dizziness.

"Who's there?"
Suresh suddenly rose up from his chair, acutely aware of someone's existence inside his small dark office. In an unknown apprehension, all his senses became alert about some probable peril that awaited him silently.
He picked his large metal torch from the table, but before he could press the switch, he felt a pair of strong yet soft hands touch his chest, forcing him to drop the torch as the hands pressed him against the wall.
For a moment, Suresh couldn't think straight, as he felt a pair of soft lips pressed hungrily on his rough ones, while the hands moved freely on the forbidden zones of his body.
A familiar seductive fragrance of frangipani engulfed his senses as he raised his hands to catch hold of the body pressed against him with a wild fervour.

"Kshitija.."
Suresh could only utter one word as Kshitija plunged her tongue into his mouth hungrily, searching for his dormant savagery.
Her lips left his face, giving him the much needed air to breath as her hands quickly reached down, starting to unfasten his belt.

"Kshitija... don't..." Suresh groaned as he felt her lips touching his deflated manhood, making it grow along with the skillful wild swirling of her tongue.
Suresh couldn't think anymore. The pleasure of her tongue and lips on his aroused muscle was so intense that he stood helpless against the wall, moaning out loud in rupturous desire. His muscles stiffened as he lowered his hands grabbing the back of Kshitija's hair as he deepened her movement on his inflated member forcefully.

"Ahhw....!!" He growled in a wild pleasure as his body finally released a heavy build up pressure with a warm contortion.
"Kshitija...!" He growled her name in his pleasure release as he vaguely saw her standing up infront of him.

"I missed you Kshi...!" Suresh wrapped his sweaty arms around her and pulled her into a wild embrace.

"I missed you too." Kshitija replied calmly as Suresh failed to identify the sharp mockery in her voice.

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Kshitija lay flat on the rough wooden office table, with her legs stretched apart, as she let Suresh pump his masculinity inside her amidst the thundershowers of the dark treacherous night. His hands kneaded her body mercilessly as his thrusts proclaimed an immediate urgency.
Kshitija didn't move. She lay still with her hands moving around Suresh's hair, occasionally guiding him to slow his rough movements inside her body.
Her mind was racing... as a menacing thought erupted in her mind in a loop everytime she felt the sharp pain from the rough violation of her body.

Her thoughts were suddenly brought back to reality as she felt Suresh's heavy exhausted body lay on her like a heap of limp flesh.

"It was wonderful Kshitija... Why did we never..."
Suresh couldn't complete his words as he saw Kshitija got up from the table, struggling to stand firm on her legs.

The sky roared again, and in one flash of light Suresh saw fresh blood strains flowing down her legs, as she clutched the table to support her standing frame.
Suresh saw her face twitch in pain as she slowly turned around to face him.

"You are a vi..."
Suresh couldn't complete his sentence again as a loud thunder muffled his voice.

"We never did this because I've never done this before. And yes, I was a virgin."
Kshitija replied calmly.

A sense of guilt and pain enveloped Suresh as his heart cried out for the treacherous beastly action that he had just felt glory about.
He quickly got up from the table and inched towards Kshitija cradling her stiff body in his arms.

"I'm sorry Kshitija... I'm so sorry... I got so carried away that I didn't realise."
Suresh buried his face in the crook of her neck as he muttered his sincere apologies to her. "Forgive me Kshi... I have sinned to you."

"We do a lot of things that we don't realise Suresh Babu... We all have sinned. And if you really want to make my pain go away, please ask Bondita to withdraw the case against my brother and return my house."

Suresh didn't speak. The sudden sense of guilt mixed with the sensual fragrance of her body had paralysed his sense of judgement.

"I'll do whatever you say Kshi... Tell me that you forgive me."

Kshitija didn't reply. Instead she brushed his unkempt hair with her long slender fingers.

"Do you love me Suresh?" She asked abruptly.

"Yes Kshi... I do... I have always..."

"Good" Kshitija didn't let him complete his sentence. "I need a place to stay. I have heard your mother has gone back to your village."

"Yes... She has, but.."

"Please ask your maid and caretaker to go on a leave. I'll stay at your place."

"But without them..." Suresh mildly objected at her proposition.

"Don't worry. I have our caretaker Bheem and his brother with me. They will take care of your house." Kshitija paused running her fingers on Suresh's thoughtful face.
"Bheem can die and kill for the Sinha's... Trust me, you are in safe hands."
She said, before wrapping her arms around Suresh's stiffened body making him calm down with the regular rhythm of her own heartbeat.