Explicit chapter filled with spoilers below!
Atharva’s Peeping Tom Moment!
Atharva’s POV:
Atharva left Aanandhi’s room feeling quite pleased with the events of the previous night. Sure, Aanandhi’s past trauma pissed him off. Especially the way her mother handled it annoyed him to no end. How could she be so dismissive of such a major event? He was coming to the conclusion that her parents had fucked her up in many ways, and while it wasn’t evident on the surface, it was slowly coming out the more he got to know who she was.
He realized he was feeling extremely protective of her, and it surprised him since the last time he felt this way was towards Vishwa. Could Aanandhi be the missing piece to his and Vishwa’s relationship?
A little-known fact about Atharva and Vishwa was that they were both bisexual. They both admired women, just in different ways. Vishwa preferred being dominated and cherished by a woman. Probably, why he adored Aanandhi so much. She seemed to like Vishwa a lot and was protective of him in a way very few people were once they got to know his proclivities.
Atharva, on the other hand wasn’t much of a fan of females. After the stunt his shitty father pulled when he was a teenager, he very much wanted to avoid women at all costs. But once Vishwa came into his life, he saw the boy’s subtle longing, and after a few encounters with strong females, it renewed his interest in women, a fact which he kept perfectly under wraps lest his nosy father finds out and demands he take a wife.
Aanandhi appeared strong on the outside, but he figured it was all a front. He found her intriguing and believed that there could be more to their relationship in due time.
He sauntered back up with some food and found the door unlocked. He was about to call out when he heard sounds of sex from the inside. His eyes fell on his younger brother crowding Aanandhi up against a wall while she had her legs wrapped around his hips.
Atharva was shocked, to say the least. He was even more surprised at the rage, and dare he say, jealousy at the sight of his brother getting it on with Aanandhi. Atharva was not a jealous person. You couldn’t be a swinger if you got green-eyed with envy every time someone touched your lover.
What was it about Aanandhi that inspired such a reaction from him?
A loud moan drew his attention to Aanandhi. He thought himself lucky to witness the way her eyelids fluttered shut and how her mouth opened in a pretty ‘o’ shape as she climaxed.
God damn! He wanted to see that face again. Albeit a bit closer. Without his annoying younger brother in the way.
His eyes locked with Aanandhi and her eyes widened. He noticed her panic within them. In an effort to reassure her, he fanned himself mockingly and winked before shutting the door quietly behind him.
It was then he noticed the hard-on he now sported. He scratched his chin, pondering. Was it odd to be turned on by witnessing your brother dry humping your sister-in-law? But of course, he was more turned on by Aanandhi than his scrawny brother.
He strode into his room where Vishwa was getting dressed. He placed the food on the table and hugged his cute lover from behind, pressing his hard-on right against that perky ass. Vishwa smiled at him through the mirror as Atharva began kissing his neck.
He tilted his head, exposing more of his neck while gasping and groaning. Atharva loved how responsive his little Vishwa was.
“Won’t we be late, Mudhalali Aiya?” Vishwa gasped as Atharva bit into his skin.
“No, I have it on good authority that Aanandhi will be late this fine morning. We have more than enough time, and I want to be inside you now,” Atharva softly growled and smiled at the shiver that racked through Vishwa’s slender frame. So reactive!
In almost no time at all, Vishwa was on all fours, kneeling in front of the mirror. Atharva shot him a cocky grin as he pushed in, meeting almost no resistance at all. His baby had enjoyed some fun time in the shower. Atharva held onto Vishwa’s hair as he slammed into his hot channel. He watched Vishwa’s cock bob with every harsh thrust. Atharva landed a solid spank on those bubbly cheeks, painting them red and smirking at how Vishwa came untouched. He was such a pain slut, and Atharva loved him. He held his body still as he emptied his cock into that warm, snug channel watching with satisfaction at the two of them in the mirror.
Vishwa suddenly looked apprehensive.
“Mudhalali Aiya? Do you think Mudhalali Amma would join us if she knew everything?” Vishwa asked in a quiet voice, looking forlorn. Atharva hated that uncertain look and tried his best to never see it on his baby’s face again.
“I don’t know, Vishwa. Perhaps we can change her mind tonight. Can you be a chamattu paiya and help me convince her?” Atharva asked and inwardly grinned at the way Vishwa perked up at the nickname. He loved pet names, especially those in Tamil.
“Anything Mudhalali Aiya! I can be chamattu,” he exclaimed, and Atharva laughed softly.
“I know you can be, Kutty. Aanandhi doesn’t stand a chance against your doe eyes,” Atharva remarked, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Now, let’s go pick up Mudhalali Amma before she changes her mind,” he said and watched Vishwa scramble to get cleaned up.
Atharva sighed as he glanced at the ceiling. He was sure Aanandhi was overthinking things and possibly freaking out. He had to have a private chat with her so as not to spill the beans to Vishwa.
Vishwa was very excited about Aanandhi. He liked her in a non-sexual capacity long before they knew of this secret contract she had with Vignesh. And once they knew the truth, he was even more thrilled. If the person Aanandhi was interested in was a complete stranger, it probably wouldn’t have been such a huge issue. The fact that it was Lakshay, his own widower brother, complicated things.
Lakshay was many things, but he was not a sharer. He was extremely possessive, and while it was usually acceptable in relationships, Atharva didn’t like the way that both he and his brother had set their sights on the same woman. Why couldn’t another woman break Lakshay out of his vegetative state?
Vishwa was now bouncing with energy. He knew exactly what they did after a day at the spa, and he had to admit that he was extremely excited about it too. He was also nervous as most people could very well get turned off by their lifestyle. He couldn’t guess the category in which Aanandhi fell. She was pretty excited about the threesome before things went south.
Atharva hid his worry behind his professional mask as vibe waited for Aanandhi to open the door. It was evident the girl was worried.
He cut into their banter.
“Come on, Aanandhi. You have dithered long enough. Our appointment is less than an hour. I assure you, we’ll have time to talk later,” he said, shooting her a pointed look.
She agreed with a soft ‘ok’ all the while glancing apprehensively at him. Looking at her brought memories of how she looked when she’d come, and he had to reign in his emotions. He had to tread carefully. It was a slippery slope. He knew that this was the most progress that Lakshay has made in years. He didn’t want him to devolve any further into his depression. He also didn’t want his baby to get hurt.
He made sure Aanandhi got some fresh lunch from a restaurant downstairs, and they were off to the spa. Vishwa was chattering excitedly while Atharva was nodding along absent-mindedly while trying to figure out a solution to this mess.
He believed they shouldn’t tell Lakshay. The bigger issue would be trying to convince Aanandhi to agree to his plan.
“Wait, Vishwa. I need to have a word with Atharva,” the words jolted him from his inner musings, and he turned to glance at Aanandhi, who appeared worried.
After reassuring Vishwa to go on, he focused on the woman who has been at the forefront of his thoughts over the past few weeks.