Episode 02 - Self Goal by Ranjit

Episode 1 The Beginning

The premise

Ranjit Panic's when he sees no response.. Suddenly he is jerking himself and his 5 inch cock hard as he edges looking into mirror and types with one hand

"Anu... I don't even know how to ask for your forgiveness in a way that feels enough. I feel like I've let you down where it matters most, and that thought... it tears at me.

I'm sorry. From the deepest part of me, I'm sorry--not just for the physical part, but for the way I made you feel unseen, unfulfilled, unsure of your place in my world. You deserve more. You always have.

But I'm not giving up. Not on you. Not on us.

If I've been inadequate, then I want to learn. I want to listen. Tell me what you want, what you crave, what touches your heart and your body--I want to give all of it to you. No ego. No excuses. Only devotion.

You're not just my wife, Anu... you're my goddess. And if I have to spend the rest of my life discovering how to worship you right, then let that be my path.

I will follow your lead. I will slow down, speed up, change, unlearn, and learn again--anything, everything, just to see that look of satisfaction in your eyes.

Let me try again. Let me earn your happiness.

Please don't give up on me. I'm begging you, Anu... give me the chance to become the man you deserve. I am yours. Fully. Willingly. Forever."

It took Ranjit 15 mins to type this message as all this while there was precum leaking on my floor as he lay on floor naked, stroking and typing to in a trance state unsure whether Anu is awake or has slept.

Chapter 2 - The Reverse Trap, Self Goal by Ranjit

There is no response from Anu for 5 mins and Ranjit now sitting in pool of his own cum messages Rohan, Anu's current Boss and her ex-husband "Hey. Can you check on Anu. She hasn't responded to my messages".

There is no response from Rohan as well, and he decides to catch up on some sleep and hope Anu is better in morning.

15 mins later at Ranjit's house, Anu wasn't expecting anyone, but the sound of the doorbell made her pulse skip. When she opened the door, there he stood--Rohan.

He looked almost the same, yet somehow more imposing than she remembered. His body was wrapped in a fitted, nearly see-through black t-shirt that clung to his muscular chest and shoulders like a second skin. His arms were sculpted, veins tracing down to his strong forearms. Years of discipline and gym sessions had transformed him into a man who seemed carved from stone. His jawline was sharper now, stubble adding to the ruggedness, and his dark eyes held a flicker of something unmistakable longing... and a hint of challenge.

"Hi," he said, his voice low and familiar, the kind that used to whisper into her neck on nights that still lived somewhere in her memory.

Anu stood frozen, caught between nostalgia and guilt.

"I had a meeting nearby," he said, stepping inside slowly, "and I couldn't resist stopping by... just to see you."

There was silence for a moment too long. The air thickened.

"Anu... I haven't stopped thinking about you. Not since the day you left. I know you're married now, but I had to say it. I want you. Still."

He didn't move closer yet. He waited--for her breath, her hesitation, her decision.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing Rohan standing there, slightly disheveled, eyes glinting with something deeper than just surprise. He had come straight from work, loosened collar, jacket slung carelessly over his shoulder. His chest rose and fell beneath his fitted shirt, and a trace of cologne mixed with a subtle hint of whiskey lingered in the air around him.

Inside, the living room was dimly lit, calm, and quiet. Anu stood near the window, her silhouette framed by the soft golden glow of the table lamp. She wore a simple satin nighty, ivory in color, that gently hugged her curves and fell just below her knees. The delicate straps revealed her shoulders, and the fabric shimmered with every subtle movement she made. Her hair was untied, cascading over one shoulder, and her eyes--wide, soft, uncertain--locked with his.

"You look..." Rohan began, voice husky, almost reverent, "... like a moment I've spent years trying to forget, and never could."

Anu didn't move. She didn't need to. The air between them thickened with familiarity and tension--the kind that belongs to two people who had once known every breath of each other and still remembered.

Rohan stepped closer, his hand grazing the back of the couch as he moved with quiet intensity. "Ranjit... he said you've been lonely," he said, voice dropping. "He asked me to check on you. I didn't expect this."

His hand hovered near her arm--not touching, just close enough for her to feel the heat.

"You don't have to say a word," he whispered. "If this is wrong, I'll leave. But if it's not... if even a piece of you still remembers me the way I remember you..."

He stopped inches from her. Waiting. The tension hung like thunder in the air--undeniable, unspoken, and charged with history.

Anu took a slow step forward, her long satin nightgown swaying with her curves, catching the soft lamplight as it clung gently to her body. The fabric hugged her full hips and ample bust, flowing down her heavier frame like silk over velvet. She looked radiant--comfortably feminine, sensuous without trying. Her dark eyes met Rohan's with something quiet but unmistakable. Longing. Permission. Maybe even a bit of mischief.

Her bare feet moved across the cool floor, her hair brushing her collarbone as she tilted her head up, lips parted just enough. Without a word, she leaned in and kissed him--slow, unhurried, but deliberate. Her lips, soft and warm, met his with a kind of familiarity that felt like coming home and crossing a forbidden line all at once.

Rohan didn't move at first. His breath caught. Then his hands gently found her waist, fingertips resting on the curve of her gown where it cinched at her sides. His body, tall and muscular, towered over hers. The sheer fabric of his shirt clung to his broad chest, his thick arms flexing subtly as he held her closer.

"Anu..." he whispered against her lips, voice a low growl of both restraint and want. "You don't know what you're doing to me."

But she did. Her smile said so.

There was a pause--thick with everything unspoken. A crackling heat between two people who had known each other intimately once... and maybe never truly stopped.

Rohan's breath was warm against her ear, his voice a quiet thread in the heavy silence of the room. "Do you remember that night in the hills... the one where we couldn't even wait to get inside the cabin?" he whispered, his lips brushing the edge of her cheek. "The rain, the flicker of candlelight, how you looked at me... wearing that red wrap and nothing underneath."

Anu's breath hitched. Her body tensed for a second, but she didn't pull away. She didn't need to. The memories stirred in her eyes--half-closed now--as if they had been waiting just beneath the surface all along.

He stood close behind her, letting his fingertips skim the curve of her arm, tracing down the edge of her silk nightgown. The fabric was light, whisper-thin, and as he slowly slipped it from her shoulders, it fluttered like a sigh down her arms. His eyes stayed on her--the way her gown clung to the full swell of her breasts, the gentle dip of her waist, the way her skin warmed under his touch.

"You were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen," he murmured, his hands finding the small of her back. "And you still are."

Anu closed her eyes. The room around them faded.

The silk of Anu's nightgown slid down her arms like water, pooling slightly at her elbows, leaving her shoulders bare. The straps, delicate and thin, hung loosely against her skin, revealing more than they concealed. The fabric still clung to her figure, caught at the curve of her chest, as if reluctant to fall away completely.

Rohan stood close behind her, his presence radiating heat and memory. His fingers, steady but reverent, brushed against her upper back. He traced the edge of her shoulder blade, then followed the line down her spine with slow, unhurried care. His touch was familiar, not rushed--like a man revisiting something once lost and deeply missed.

"You used to tremble just like this when I kissed your neck," he said softly, his breath brushing the side of her face.

Anu's lips parted slightly, her eyes still closed, her body still caught between remembering and surrendering.

Rohan moved around to face her, his eyes drinking her in. The nightgown, still clinging to the front of her, revealed the generous curve of her breasts rising with each breath, framed softly by the loosened neckline.

He reached out, not with hunger, but with quiet awe--his palm resting gently over her heart, feeling its rhythm. "You always made me feel like time stopped when I touched you."

Rohan paused as he looked at her, the silk gown draped around her waist now, her bare skin catching the soft glow of the lamp. His hand lingered gently over her side, then moved to her waist, as if afraid to hold too tightly--as if the moment itself might slip away.

His eyes, dark and quiet, searched hers. "Do you remember," he whispered, his voice almost breaking, "how many times life almost found us? How close we came... each time?"

Anu didn't answer. She didn't have to. Her eyes shimmered, not with sadness, but with a silent ache. The weight of those choices lived somewhere deep in both of them--decisions made when love had been real but timing had not.

"I think about it more than I should," he murmured, brushing her hair away from her face. "What might have been. Who we might've been."

And then, with gentle care, he leaned in to kiss her--not urgent, not desperate, but deeply present. A kiss filled with history; with all the words they'd never said. She responded softly, her hands rising to rest on his chest, fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt.

He lifted her slowly, effortlessly. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her cheek resting against his shoulder as he carried her down the quiet hallway. The nightgown slipped a little further, caught now just at her hips.

The door to the master bedroom creaked open. The room was dim and familiar, quiet and still.

He looked at her one last time, his voice barely a whisper. "Tonight, let's not be afraid of what we lost. Just for now... let's remember how it felt when we had it all."

The master bedroom still smelled faintly of sandalwood and jasmine--scents Anu had chosen carefully, just weeks after she and Ranjit moved in. The soft gold bedsheets were freshly tucked, the warm-toned drapes drawn halfway, letting in a gentle spill of moonlight. On the wall above the headboard, a photo of her and Ranjit smiled back.

Rohan crossed the threshold with Anu in his arms; a strange irony wrapped around her heart. This was the room she had once poured herself into, every pillow and detail a quiet symbol of a life she wanted to build. But tonight, the weight of memory and passion had pulled her into something entirely different.

Rohan lowered her gently onto the bed, and for a moment, he simply looked at her. The moonlight bathed her skin in silver, highlighting the soft fullness of her figure. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow; her nightgown gathered around her hips. Her eyes met his--bold now, not hesitant. Wanting.

She reached for him, fingers curling around the edge of his shirt. "You shouldn't be here," she whispered, her voice breathless. "But I don't want you to go."

Rohan leaned closer, his hand brushing her cheek. "I shouldn't want you either," he murmured, "but I never stopped."

Her kiss came wild, fierce, like a dam breaking year of restraint pouring out in a single moment. She pulled him closer, the softness of her body rising to meet him as he steadied himself above her, still holding back just enough to meet her gaze.

"Does this feel wrong to you?" he asked, voice low.

Anu's hand found the side of his face, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "It feels like something I stopped myself from wanting," she said softly, "and now I don't want to stop anymore."

And in that pause--between past and present, memory and longing--they let silence speak louder than guilt.

Rohan looked at her gently, brushing a strand of hair away from her face as they sat together in the quiet dimness of the room. His tone was soft but edged with curiosity and something deeper... maybe concern. Or maybe something he wasn't ready to admit.

"So... how is Ranjit" he asked, voice low. "Does he... make you happy?"

Anu hesitated. Her fingers played with the edge of the blanket beneath them. She wasn't sure how to answer--not because she didn't know, but because saying it aloud would make it more real.

"He's kind," she said slowly. "And patient. He tries, really... in every way."

Rohan's eyes searched hers. "But?"

She looked away, her voice quieter. "But it's not the same. Not what I knew before. What we had... it felt alive. Wild. I don't feel that now. I miss being wanted--really wanted. Not just cared for, but... craved."

There was a pause. Then Rohan, still close, said gently, "You were never just a habit to me, Anu. You were always the fire."

She met his gaze again, this time not with guilt, but a kind of aching honesty. "I remember."

Their eyes lingered on one another longer than they should have--words gave way to silence, but the silence spoke louder than anything. There was a gravity between them, heavy with memory, like time had folded back on itself.

Rohan reached for her hand again, and this time, she didn't pull away. His thumb traced the lines of her palm like a path back to something once lost. Then, without another word, he leaned in--and their lips met.

It wasn't rushed, but it wasn't hesitant either. It was the kind of kiss that remembered things. That knew the rhythm of the other's breath, the way lips would part just slightly before deepening. Anu melted into it, into the heat that had always been there between them. Familiar, but ignited anew.

As their bodies leaned closer, past and present blurred. The weight of divorce, the years apart, the stories that had spun them into separate lives--none of it mattered in that moment. Her hands pressed against his chest, feeling the strength that once made her feel small in the safest way. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in like they'd never let go.

They paused only for breath--foreheads resting together--eyes half-lidded and full of longing.

"I forgot how much you felt like home," she whispered.

"So did I," he murmured, brushing his fingers through her hair. "And I don't want to forget again."

Anu let out a soft, breathy laugh, her eyes shining with mischief and warmth as she rested her hands against Rohan's chest. The tension had melted into something more playful, more tender--like slipping into an old rhythm that felt too easy to fall back into.

"Tell me," she said, teasingly lifting a brow, "are you still the man who could keep me up all night... or have you gone soft with age?"

Rohan chuckled, the sound low and familiar, eyes locked on hers. "You really want to test me after all these years?" he asked, voice thick with a mix of amusement and challenge.

She leaned in, lips grazing his jaw, and whispered, "Maybe I do."

As she slowly tugged at the hem of his shirt, her hands traced the lines of muscle she remembered--now older, maybe, but still strong. "You feel the same," she murmured, smiling. "Still my Rohan."

He took her hand gently, holding it against his chest. "And you're still the woman who drives me out of my mind."

Their laughter faded into the warmth of another kiss--one filled with affection, desire, and something deeper. For a while, they let the past slip away, just two hearts remembering what it felt like to truly be known. Anu's laughter lingered in the air, soft and full of nostalgia. There was a spark in her eyes now--mischievous and bold--as if a younger version of herself had returned for the night, unburdened by years or regret.

As Rohan pulled her closer, she kissed him again, slower this time, savoring the heat that curled between them. Her hands moved with confidence, slipping beneath his shirt, fingers tracing over familiar muscle and warmth. Their bodies pressed tighter, the space between them dissolving in shared breath and memory.

"You haven't changed," she whispered against his lips. "Still strong... still mine."

Rohan grinned, breath slightly ragged. "And you... you've only grown more beautiful," he said, letting his hands travel down the curve of her back, his voice laced with awe. "Fuller, softer... all woman. And you know it."

Anu's cheeks flushed, but her eyes held his, fierce and wanting. She tugged gently at the waistband of her lounge pants, her movements playful but deliberate, testing him. "Think you can still handle me?" she teased, the edge of her smile wicked.

He leaned in, brushing his lips along her jaw, his hands firm at her waist. "I've never wanted anything more."

Their kisses deepened again--hungry, unguarded--as the years of separation melted away. In this room, in this moment, they weren't defined by their mistakes or choices. Just two hearts, tangled in laughter, breath, and heat, remembering how it felt to belong to one another.

End of Chapter 2

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