Chapter 1

Falguni’s day began as any other, the soft glow of dawn painting her bedroom walls with shades of pink and orange. She lay in bed, her eyes fluttering open to the gentle hum of the air conditioner, her thoughts immediately drawn to the emptiness beside her. Her husband, Rohit, had left for work early again, leaving the scent of sandalwood and a slightly wrinkled side of the bed as the only evidence of his presence. Her hand trailed down her flat stomach, her fingers lingering over the soft fabric of her nightgown. The desire for a child grew more intense with each tick of the clock.

Her eyes fell upon the calendar hanging by the bed, a stark reminder of her missed period. She sighed heavily, the weight of her unfulfilled dreams pressing down on her chest. Rohit had been diagnosed with a condition that made it nearly impossible for him to conceive, and Falguni felt a sense of urgency that grew with each passing month. Her mind drifted back to the tall, muscular figure of their gardener, Raman, who worked outside her house daily, sweat glistening on his tanned skin as he tended to the lush foliage. His strong hands and powerful build had often made her wonder if he could give her what she desired most.

The previous afternoon had been particularly warm, and Falguni had felt an uncharacteristic boldness rise within her as she watched Raman bend over to water the plants. The way his muscles flexed beneath his shirt had sent a shiver down her spine. She had approached him, her voice low and seductive, asking for his help with a broken sprinkler. As he bent down to assess the damage, she had allowed her hand to graze his firm thigh, feeling the heat of his body through his trousers. The electricity of that touch had sparked something within her, a desperate hunger that could no longer be ignored.

Now, as the day grew brighter, Falguni could feel the heat of her own arousal pooling between her legs. She slid out of bed and walked to the window, watching Raman work with newfound fascination. His every move was a silent invitation, his every glance a promise of the passion she craved. Her heart raced as she formulated a plan, one that would bring them together in the most intimate way. She knew it was wrong, but the ache within her was too great to resist.

With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and sent a text to Raman, asking him to stay behind after his work was done. She needed to speak to him about something important, something she couldn’t put off any longer. The anticipation was unbearable as she waited for his reply, her body thrumming with excitement. The gardener’s simple affirmation was all she needed to confirm that her plan would unfold.

As the day progressed, Falguni found it difficult to focus on her usual tasks. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Raman’s calloused hands and the way he moved with such ease and confidence. She couldn’t wait for the moment when she could finally have him, when she could feel the warmth of his body against hers, the strength of his arms holding her tight. The thought of his thick, hard cock filling her up, giving her the child she yearned for, was almost too much to handle.

When Rohit called to say he would be working late, she felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the excitement of what was to come. She spent the afternoon preparing herself, her hands trembling as she applied her makeup and slipped into a revealing outfit that highlighted her voluptuous curves. The scent of her favorite jasmine perfume filled the room as she sprayed it liberally, hoping it would intoxicate Raman as much as his scent had intoxicated her.

Finally, the time came. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the lawn. Falguni watched from the kitchen window as Raman finished up his work, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. She took a deep breath, her pulse pounding in her ears, and stepped outside. The cool evening breeze kissed her skin, sending goosebumps down her spine.

Raman looked up, his eyes widening slightly as he took in her appearance. Falguni bit her bottom lip, her gaze never leaving his. “Thank you for staying,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been feeling ... lonely.” She took a step closer, her breasts heaving with each breath. “And I have a proposal for you.”

The air grew thick with tension as Raman straightened, his eyes darkening with desire. He knew what she was hinting at, and the bulge in his pants was a clear indication that he was more than willing to oblige. Without another word, he took Falguni’s hand and led her to the secluded spot in the garden, where the blooming flowers whispered sweet nothings in the night.

The moment they were hidden from prying eyes, Falguni could no longer contain her need. She reached up and pulled Raman’s face down to hers, kissing him deeply. His mouth was warm and firm, his stubble grazing against her soft skin. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, and she could feel the heat of his desire growing. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and cupping her firm, heavy breasts.

Her own hands found the zipper of his trousers, eager to free the manhood that she had imagined so often. As she pulled it down, his cock sprang forth, thick and hard, a testament to his virility. She took it in her hand, stroking it gently, feeling the velvety skin and the pulse of life beneath her fingertips. A low groan escaped Raman’s throat as she stroked him, her thumb circling the swollen tip. She dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving his, and took him into her mouth.

Falguni’s mouth was warm and wet, her tongue swirling around his shaft, tasting the salt of his sweat and the musky scent of his arousal. She took him deeper, her throat tightening around him, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with a passion she had never before allowed herself to express. Raman’s grip tightened in her hair, his hips jerking forward involuntarily as she brought him closer to the edge.

With a growl, he lifted her to her feet and pushed her back against the trunk of a large mango tree. He kissed her again, his tongue delving deep, claiming her mouth as his own. His hands found the hem of her dress, pushing it up to reveal her bare, wet pussy. He stroked her gently, teasing her clit with the pad of his thumb, making her gasp into his mouth. Her legs trembled as she wrapped them around his waist, her need for him overwhelming.

Raman positioned himself at her entrance, his cock nudging against her swollen flesh. He paused, looking into her eyes, seeking permission. Falguni nodded, her eyes glazed with lust, and he pushed into her with a single, powerful thrust. She cried out, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely. The sensation was exquisite, the pressure and the fullness making her feel alive in a way she hadn’t in years.

He began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm that made her body sing. The friction of his cock against her g-spot sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, making her toes curl and her back arch. She could feel the heat building within her, a pressure that grew with every stroke. His hand found her breast, squeezing and teasing the nipple as he drove into her harder and faster.

Falguni’s breath came in ragged gasps as she felt the tension coiling tighter within her. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the quiet night air, a symphony of passion that seemed to resonate with the very earth beneath them. And when she finally came, it was with a scream of pure release, her body convulsing around him as she rode the waves of pleasure.

Raman followed shortly after, his own orgasm tearing through him like a storm. He filled her with his hot, potent seed, his body shaking with the force of it. They stayed there for a moment, their breaths mingling, their hearts racing as one. In that moment, she knew she had found what she had been searching for. A chance to conceive, a chance to feel truly alive again.