"Oh, really?" Kajol says arching an eyebrow, her lips curling into a playful smile. "And what makes you think you'll get any of it if I don't hurry up?" With that, she climbs back onto the couch and begins digging into her dinner.

As they eat, their conversation flows easily between them, laughter filling the room. It feels as if they've been married for years instead of just one night, and Kajol couldn't be happier.

When Kajol finally emerges from the bathroom, her hair wet from a quick shower, she finds Raj lying on the bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "Hey," he says without turning to face her. "You ready for bed?"

She climbs under the covers beside him, snuggling close against his warm body. "Mmm-hmm," she murmurs contentedly, already feeling sleepy.

Laughing softly at the question, Kajol gives his erection a playful squeeze. "I think I'll call it 'Mr. Singh'," she teases, enjoying the way he chuckles at the nickname.

Raj's grin turns wolfish as he pulls her onto his lap, positioning himself at her entrance. With a deep thrust, he fills her completely, both of them crying out at the sudden, exquisite union. Kajol clings to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusts to his size and girth.

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Her eyes flutter closed as Raj begins to move inside her, their bodies rocking in perfect harmony. "That's right," she whispers, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "And Mr. Singh is very happy with Mrs. Singh."

The room fades away, leaving only the two of them lost in the intensity of their love-making. Kajol feels herself building toward a climax, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter within her until she can no longer contain it.

With a cry of release, she shatters around him, her inner walls clenching down on Mr.

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."

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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..."

"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,"

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.

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.