Chapter 1: Introduction
Lohitha sat with her head hung low, tears dampening her cheeks, a barely touched cup of steaming coffee on the table in front of her. Vivek would be discharged tomorrow and she should have been happy, but she knew their lives would never be the same again.
It felt like just yesterday when Vivek and she got married. She was a virgin and he had made sure the loss of virginity on their wedding night was the most memorable experience for her.
Her heart was thudding in her chest with a combination of fear and anticipation when Vivek stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He was a tall man, broad-shouldered, with a smile that could light up the darkest room. He hadn't rushed it. Instead, the two had talked for close to two hours. Tension was soon replaced with easy conversation and laughter.
The only thing she couldn't remember of the night was who made the first move. All she knew was the taste of his lips, the feel of his hands on her body, and the way he lowered her onto the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. He was gentle, so gentle, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, her waist, her thighs. She shuddered with every touch, her body arching towards his.
As the two kissed, he removed her bridal jewelry one by one, leaving her mangalsutra and chooda on her. He then proceeded to removing her bridal outfit. She felt a mix of shyness and anticipation as he trailed kisses down her neck, her shoulders, her chest as he removed her blouse. His hands were everywhere - in her hair, on her hips, on her ass, pulling her closer to him. She could feel his hardness against her, and it sent a thrill down her spine.
She gasped as he took one nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing it gently. She couldn't help moaning in pleasure. Encouraged, he sucked on her tit, sending electric current coursing through her body. He switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention, making her writhe beneath him. She could feel the wetness between her legs, and she squirmed, needing his touch there.
Vivek smiled against her skin, trailing kisses down her stomach until he reached the waist of her lehenga. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust, before untying her lehnga and peeling it off her. She was now down to only her panties covering her nakedness. Vivek gaze traveled up and down the length of her body, taking in every curve, every inch of her skin. She felt a blush creep up her cheeks at the intensity of his stare. He made her feel beautiful, desired.
He reached out, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. She held her breath as he slowly pulled them down, revealing her to him completely.
His eyes locked on the shaved valley between her legs, he sat up in bed and stripped naked. She could see the length of him, hard and ready, and a thrill ran through her. She wanted him in her, but he had other ideas. Spreading her legs wide, he started kissing, licking and biting her inner thigh, inching closer and closer to her pussy with each kiss. She shivered with anticipation, her hips bucking slightly. He smiled, knowing he was driving her crazy.
When he reached her groin, he sucked on the soft skin between her leg and her pussy mound. She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, trying to guide her pussy to his mouth. But he wasn't having it. He kept his grip on her hips, holding her still, teasing her with his tongue. And then he repeated the same thing with the inside of her other thigh till he reached her groin on the other side of her pussy. Lohitha was absolutely on fire by now. She was aching with need, her pussy aching with hunger for his touch, his taste, his everything.
She almost came when he finally licked her up and down her slit. And then his tongue was inside her, licking, sucking, tasting her. She moaned, her back arching off the bed. He hummed against her pussy, the vibrations sending shivers through her.
Almost as if he could feel her body inching close to an orgasm, he pulled away , leaving her gasping and panting. She whimpered in protest, her eyes flashing with desire and frustration.
He smiled, a wicked gleam in his eyes, and positioned himself between her legs. She watched, her heart pounding wildly, as he guided his cock to her entrance.
He rubbed the head against her clit, and she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. He groaned as he started pushing the head inside her. Inch by inch, he entered her till he reached the barrier of her hymen. He stopped, when her eyes went wide at the pressure of his cock against her virginity.
He kissed her gently on the lips, then thrust forward, breaking through her barrier, claiming her completely.
She cried out, her body tensing at the sharp pain, but it was over quickly. He held still, giving her time to adjust to the feeling of being filled. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her, completing her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. He started moving, slow and gentle at first, letting her get used to the sensation.
But as her moans of pain turned into moans of pleasure, he picked up the pace, his hips slamming against hers. She could feel every inch of his cock as he moved in and out of her, the friction building an inferno of pleasure within her.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breathing ragged and desperate. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as his hips continued their relentless pace. Her hands gripped his back, her nails digging into his skin, leaving crescent marks. He groaned into her mouth, the pain only serving to heighten his pleasure.
The orgasm he had not let her have started bubbling up inside her as he drove in and out of her. She could feel the pressure building, her body tensing, her muscles clenching around his cock. She was close, so close.
He must have felt it too because he increased his pace, his hips slamming into hers with a force that sent shockwaves through her body. She could feel every inch of him, the head of his cock rubbing against her G-spot with each thrust.
When her orgasm hit, he went over the edge too - both of them screaming in pleasure, their bodies shuddering and convulsing, their hips slamming together wildly. He came inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed.
Their bodies were still joined, their breaths ragged and panting, when Vivek collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat. They stayed like that for a while, their hearts slowly returning to their normal rhythm.
The memory of that night was special as was every night with Vivek. But that was all before the world came crashing down.
She jolted back to reality as the cafeteria door swung open and Dr. Amitesh walked in. He was a tall man, his dark hair always perfectly in place, his stubble trimmed to a precise length. His eyes were piercing, and they seemed to bore into her as he approached.
A few days ago, he had given her the diagnosis - Vivek had a rare autoimmune disorder, and without aggressive treatment, he wouldn't make it. He needed a daily administration of a drug, just to keep him alive. He would never be the same again, but the drug would at least keep him coherent, able to live an almost normal life devoid of any form of exertion.
He would be able to go home in about a week and the drug could be administered at home, by a trained doctor or nurse, but it needed to be given every single day without fail.
It wasn't cheap, but Vivek had been smart with his savings and the cost of the drug didn't bother her as much as the fact that their lives would never be the same again.
She smiled, wiping her tears as Dr Amitesh sat next to her, his eyes reassuring and compassionate.
"You should be happy Lohitha, your husband will be discharged in the morning." Dr. Amitesh said, his voice steady and reassuring.
"I know," Lohitha replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes were fixed on her coffee cup, her fingers playing with the hem of her sleeves.
Dr. Amitesh reached out, placing his hand over hers. She looked up, her eyes meeting his.
"You're doing a great job, Lohitha. You're strong, stronger than most people I know. There's a lot of research happening, so don't lose hope." He said, his words and tone full of empathy and hope.
She felt relief that it would be him administering the drug to Vivek everyday. As luck would have it, they lived not too far from his place and their house was along the drive he took everyday from home to the hospital. He had been God-sent and she didn't know what she would have done if he wasn't around when Vivek was admitted. He had been more than a doctor, he had been a friend, a confidante, a rock.