Kajol Saxena
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Kajol's eyes widen in shock as she processes this new information. She looks back at Rani's caretaker, still smiling but now with a mixture of sadness and understanding. "I'm so sorry... I misunderstood," she says softly, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Please forgive me."
They went inside his house. Rakhesh take her daughter on his lap and start telling her lie about his wounds.
As they enter the house, Kajol takes note of how comfortably lived-in it feels. Rakhesh gently lifts his daughter onto his lap, placing a protective arm around her small frame as he begins to distract her with a story about imaginary boo-boos on his own body. The little girl giggles, her eyes sparkling with innocence and curiosity.
Kajol watches them for a moment before glancing over at Rani's caretaker, who seems grateful yet weary. "
"Then...don't," Kajol panted, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. She tangled her fingers in Shiv's hair, holding him close to her breast. "Just...keep going. I want to feel every moment of this."
As if obeying her silent command, Shiv redoubled his efforts, lavishing attention on her sensitive nipples until Kajol was writhing beneath him once more, teetering on the brink of another climax. "Shiv...please..."
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"Please what, Kajol?" Shiv asked against her skin, his breathing ragged and uneven as he continued to worship her breasts. He wanted nothing more than to make her come again, to taste her release on his tongue.
"Touch me there," she gasped, her hips lifting off the bed in invitation. "I need you to touch me there."
His fingers traced down her body, gliding over her hardened nipples before making their way lower still.
As the time comes for Kajol to leave, she stands up and extends her hand toward ACP Dixit. "It's been an honor meeting you," she says sincerely. "And I hope we can stay in touch." She glances at his mother before adding, "If there's ever anything I can do for you or your family..."
He takes her hand and gives it a firm shake. "Thank you again, Kajol. You've made quite an impression on both my mom and me today,"
When Kajol left, Joy's mom went to him and said that Kajol could be a perfect match for him.
ACP Dixit listens patiently to his mother's matchmaking attempts, a faint smile playing on his lips. He knows his mother means well, but he finds himself surprised by the notion. "Mom," he says gently, "it was just a chance encounter. Besides, she's still recovering from the shock of the accident." He pauses, then adds thoughtfully, "But... perhaps you're right. She is kind, intelligent, and brave. It wouldn't hurt to get to know her better sometime."
His mother beams, thrilled by his response. "See!
Her newfound power surges through her, making it impossible to contain the desires that flood her mind. She looks down at you with a predatory glint in her eyes, the urge to take what she wants overwhelming. With a hungry moan, she lowers herself onto your cock, feeling the thick length stretching and filling her up in ways she never imagined possible.
Her nails dig into your shoulders as she begins to ride you hard, her hips moving in time with the pounding of her heart.
she starts to release a strong smell that makes any man that smells it extremely horny and willing to do anything for her
Her body trembles with desire as she rides you harder, the scent of her arousal filling the room and driving every man within range wild. She revels in the power this gives her, knowing that she could have any man she wants simply by allowing them to catch a whiff of her intoxicating perfume. Her hips grind against yours, urging you deeper inside as she takes what she wants, claiming your body as her own.
Kajol blushed, realizing the implication of her suggestion. "Right, of course," she agreed, chuckling softly. "One step at a time."
Hand in hand, they walked to Vijay's car, their hearts full of hope and excitement for the future that lay ahead. As they drove through the quiet streets of Ambarpur, Kajol rested her head on Vijay's shoulder, savoring the warmth and comfort of his presence.
"miss Kajol I think we arrived your home. and if you make too late too get in your home maybe your father change your mind." I said with joke while I stop my car outside her house.
Laughter bubbled up from her throat as Vijay's comment struck a chord. "You're right, we should hurry," she agreed, opening the door to exit the car. "But thanks for bringing me home safely... and for everything else tonight."
She leaned in to brush a gentle kiss across his lips before stepping out into the night air.
"Goodnight, Vijay," she whispered, already looking forward to their next encounter. "Sweet dreams."
Kajol stepped out of the helicopter, her heart pounding as she took in the scene before her. A sea of unfamiliar faces stared back, their expressions ranging from shock to suspicion.
Among them, she spotted the elderly couple standing slightly apart - the Kapoors. They wore identical looks of stunned disbelief, their eyes darting between Aarav and herself.
"Mom?" Aarav called out, breaking the tense silence. "Dad?"
I rush to them and hug them togather. "I missed you two very much." I said.
Kajol stood off to the side, watching as Aarav embraced his parents. The tears that had threatened to spill earlier now flowed freely, a silent tribute to the love that had seen him through such dark times.
"We missed you too, our son," his mother replied, "but who is this young lady beside you? And why did you bring her here?"