He locked his lips with Myra's. The warmth of his lips completely blanked her mind, she moaned and he found the chance to slide his tongue into her lips and started to kiss her enthusiastically. He began to deepen the kiss. He was exploring her mouth with his tongue. His hands move on her bare back, she responded back in the same manner. Her tongue fought with his for dominance. She felt breathless after minutes and he left her lips and Myra breathed heavily. 

That one wild kiss had raised Myra's desires for the night. Myra wrapped her legs around him and he took her inside the bedroom. While moving, he had again kissed her. He reached the entrance and then shut the door with his leg. He dropped her on the bed slowly and leaned on top of her.

His hot breaths travelled down to her neck and she let out a moan as his hot breaths moved down to her neck. He pressed her breasts under her top and a sensation raised in her soul. He eyed at her once and then removed the top from her upper body. He lifted her up a bit and again attached his lips with his. His hands moved behind her back and he unhooked her braserine with his hands. He dropped it off to the floor and trailed his lips down to her neck and bit on her neck hard leaving a passionate mark.

"I desperately needed you" she said

Anirudh smiled, the sacrifice he made for his brother he was now crossing the boundary. "so do I Myra! galti jo ki ab use sudharunga tum meri ho" he said.

His pushed her down and cupped her breast with one hand whole took the other breast into his mouth and began to suck the sensitive peal. She moan in pleasure with his move and arch up her body a bit. With every step he was taking her desires were increasing. He finds her enjoying the process so he pinched hard the other breast with his thumb and forefinger. She held the bedsheet tightly and moaned a loud. He stroked her breats harder while kissing on her midriff, trailing down to her belly button.

She flinched when he slid his tongue in her belly button. He kissed her belly button and his hand trailed down her waist.

She felt myself lighter and glanced at him. He was opening his shirt buttons and in a few seconds he removed his shirt. "Damm.. hot.." word escaped down my mouth.

He smiled at her and again leaned on top of her. She looked straight into his eyes while she was lost his hands travelled down. She could feel the wetness in her lingerie. 

"Myra! sirf kuch hafte mujhse door rahi ho" He said.

A smile appears on her face with this gesture of his and she placed her hands on his bare chest.

"ab aur nahi rehna chahti hun" she whispered in his ears.

He placed his both hands on her shorts and removed it off along with her panties. He eyed at her from head to toe exploring her body with his eyes "perfect body.." he said huskily.

He trailed his face down and touched her inner tights with his cold hand and began kissing on them. Her heart was pounding as he kissed on her clit. He widened those vertical lips with his fingers and then his lips drove into her core like it is a swimming pool. Her back arches, his tongue swins deeper. He spread her legs and his tongue travels around her clit, reading the sensitive nub.

He pushed his finger inside her clit, encircled it and began copulating. She closed her eyes feeling him in her "Aahh.." she made a sound.

He pushed his another finger inside her clit and kissed on her soft point. He increased his pace and she bit her own lip refraining a moan. He stands up and removes his jeans along with his boxers. 

He parted her legs and shifts in between them. His erection touches her clit and he slides into her. She moaned loudly and before she could recover from the light push, he slams the deepest point inside her and she screamed out in pain. He silences her by capturing her lips with his own. He grabs her hands with on of his own and places them above her head holding her down by her wrists.

His body commences to move, she feel his hips rise and fall gradually letting his erection move in and out of her clit. Her hands travelled up his back running her nails against his back making him groan and move his hips more faster and harder to her core. She was enjoying his energy and the way he was making her calm in between.

He pulls out of her and flops adjacent to her onto his side of the bed. Myra was consistently staring at the ceiling and breathing heavily. She could hear his heart rate and breathing decelerating and her body relaxing. Her breathing becomes more slower and slower claming her body down. 

Myra nestled her head against Anirudh's chest, seeking comfort in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The room was enveloped in a gentle silence, the warmth of their shared closeness creating a cocoon of intimacy. Anirudh pulled the blanket over them, its softness adding to the sense of safety and warmth.

With a contented sigh, he closed his eyes, his fingers gently brushing through Myra's hair. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering for a moment in a gesture of affection. The gentle motion of his kiss was a promise of care and connection, a soothing balm to the night's intensity.

Wrapped in the blanket, they lay together in peaceful repose, the quiet of the night embracing them as they drifted into a shared, restful slumber.

As the party wound down, Aarav wandered through the now-quiet venue, his thoughts heavy with the weight of his recent outburst. He strained to catch any sign of Anirudh or Myra, but the absence of their presence was palpable. The sound of the departing guests and the hum of the aftermath filled the space, but he felt a distinct lack of their comforting presence.

Rano, observing her son's agitation, approached him with a concerned expression. "Aarav, tune yeh kya kaha stage pe?" she asked, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and worry.

Aarav turned to face her, his frustration evident. "Sach kaha Maa," he replied firmly. "Aap baar baar mere bhai ko aise zalil nahi kar sakti ho! Maa, agar Ani nahi hota na toh yeh business bhi nahi hota. Papa ki galti ki saza wo kyun bhugte?"

Rano's expression shifted to one of resignation as she sighed deeply. "Tujhse behes nahi karni hai mujhe," she said, her tone firm but weary. "Chal ghar."

She reached out, taking Aarav's hand in hers, her grip a blend of authority and affection. Together, they made their way out of the venue, the conversation falling into a somber silence as they headed home. The evening's tensions lingered, and the quiet of the night offered little solace as they departed.

The sound of a car pulling up outside broke the calm in Anirudh's room. He immediately sat up, concern etched on his face. "Myra, sab aa gaye hain! Leave my room now," he urged, his voice tinged with urgency.

Myra, still wrapped in the intimacy of their moment, shook her head with a defiant smile. "No," she replied, her tone firm and playful.

Anirudh's expression grew more serious. "Myra, humhe dekh liya toh acha nahi hoga," he said, his voice low and insistent. "Please, samjho, hamara sach kisiko nahi bata sakte hain."

Myra's soft chuckle filled the room, a sound of affection and warmth. "You are so cute! Love you," she said, her eyes twinkling as she gave Anirudh one last, lingering glance. Her laughter was like a gentle caress, easing the tension. With a final smile, she gracefully rose from the bed and left the room, her presence lingering like a sweet memory.

Anirudh, his heart racing with a mix of emotions, quickly dressed. His movements were swift and efficient as he pulled on his clothes, every action driven by a sense of urgency. Once ready, he made his way downstairs, determined to face whatever awaited him.

As Anirudh descended the staircase, he was met by Aarav's warm, welcoming smile. Aarav's voice was light and curious, carrying a note of friendly inquiry. "Ani, tu ghar kyun aa gaya?" he asked, his expression open and genuine.

Anirudh, his own feelings a tangled mix of frustration and composure, responded with a facade of calm. "Tumhari Maa ne meri insult jo ki thi itni! Kya karta main waha par ruk kar?" His tone carried a hint of exasperation, carefully masking the tension beneath.

Aarav's expression shifted to one of understanding, his eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and empathy. "Ani, maa ki taraf se main sorry kehta hun," he said, his voice earnest. "Myra bhi ghar pe hai kya?"

Anirudh, not wanting to disclose Myra's presence, lied smoothly. "Pata nahi mujhe."

Aarav absorbed the response, nodding thoughtfully. "Achha, main jaata hun room mein," he said, his demeanor shifting to one of casual acceptance. He turned away and headed towards his room, his footsteps softly echoing through the quiet house as he disappeared down the hallway. The stillness of the home contrasted sharply with the underlying currents of emotion and unresolved tensions.

As Aarav walked away, Anirudh stood alone at the base of the stairs, a wave of guilt washing over him. For a fleeting moment, he was consumed by a pang of remorse for betraying his brother's trust. The weight of his actions felt heavy, a silent reminder of the sacrifice he had made.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts. The air felt thick with the burden of his decision. "Nahi!" he said to himself, his voice a quiet affirmation. "Ab mujhe apni khushiyon ka bhi sochna hai... main sahi hun."

With a renewed sense of resolve, he refocused on the necessity of prioritizing his own happiness. The initial wave of guilt began to ebb, replaced by a steely determination. He reminded himself that seeking his own joy was not only necessary but justified. The echoes of the house seemed to echo his internal struggle, a subtle backdrop to his moment of self-reassurance.

Myra, radiating a genuine happiness, hummed softly to herself as she went about her evening. The melody seemed to reflect her inner joy, a stark contrast to the complexities of her situation. Aarav entered the room, drawn to the serene sound of her humming. His curiosity was piqued, and he asked, "Aaj khush ho tum?"

Myra's response was immediate and filled with warmth. "Haan! Bahut khush hun," she replied, her thoughts drifting to the moments she had shared with Anirudh earlier, a smile playing on her lips.

Aarav's gaze shifted from the comfort of the room to Myra, his concern evident in his furrowed brow. "Tum ghar kyun aa gayi?" he asked, his voice tinged with genuine worry.

Myra, caught off guard by the question, felt a flush of anxiety. She struggled momentarily before offering an excuse. "Wo mujhe sar dard ho raha tha thoda," she said, her words coming out with a hint of urgency, hoping to steer the conversation away from further scrutiny.

Aarav's concern didn't wane. He leaned slightly towards her, his tone soft and caring. "Achha! Abhi thik ho?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for reassurance.

Myra let out a quiet sigh of relief, grateful for the shift in focus. "Yes," she affirmed, her voice steady despite the underlying tension. The exchange was a delicate dance of honesty and evasion, the room's atmosphere charged with the weight of unspoken truths and unacknowledged feelings.

As Aarav changed into more comfortable attire, he reflected on how to make his wife feel at ease. He was acutely aware of the challenges she faced, especially with his blindness, and felt a deep gratitude for her commitment. With a thoughtful expression, he broached a new idea. "Myra, main soch raha tha kal tum mere saath painting karogi?" he suggested, his voice filled with hope.

Myra's response was quick, though not without a hint of hesitation. "Nahi Aarav, mujhe nahi aati hai! Aur kal mujhe kaam hai kuch important," she said, trying to balance her own needs with his expectations.

"Thik hai," Aarav replied, his acceptance tinged with a touch of disappointment. Unaware of the deeper undercurrents involving Anirudh, he remained focused on his desire to build a connection with Myra, oblivious to the betrayals quietly unfolding around him.