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The Mediterranean Rapture

Part 7: Beachfire Toast to Forever

[Section 16 of 18]

Rashmika stared, transfixed. The sight of Kriti’s naked body glistening, throat working as she drank, breasts rising and falling — it left her aching with fresh desire. The way Kriti’s body moved with every dance step she performed, the contortions of her hips, the carefree bounce of her tits, the folds the muscles on her back made drove Rashmika crazy.

The taste of salt was constant on their lips. Kriti’s earlier chug of alcohol left a warm, slightly bitter aftertaste that mixed with the sweetness of fruit from the cocktails being passed around. Laughter bubbled up around them — bright, carefree, slightly tipsy. Bodies moved in the firelight: hips swaying, breasts bouncing freely, asses jiggling with each energetic step.

The visual feast was overwhelming — glistening skin reflecting flames, long shadows stretching across the sand, the occasional sparkler held high creating halos of light around dancing figures.

For Rashmika, the sensory overload centered on Kriti. Every time Kriti spun or rolled her hips to the music, Rashmika felt it like a physical touch. The way Kriti’s full breasts moved, the flex of her toned stomach, the confident sway of her ass, the occasional glimpse of her smooth, still-flushed pussy as she danced — it made Rashmika’s own core throb with renewed heat. The smell of Kriti’s skin — sun-warmed, slightly musky from earlier exertion, mixed with salt — was intoxicating every time the breeze carried it her way.

 

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The Mediterranean Rapture

Part 7: Beachfire Toast to Forever

[Section 17 of 18]

Kriti felt equally overwhelmed by Rashmika. The firelight made Rashmika’s dark hair glow with reddish highlights. Her breasts looked fuller in the warm illumination, nipples tight from the cooling night air. When Rashmika danced close, grinding playfully, Kriti could feel the slick heat of her pussy brushing against her thigh, the rapid beat of her heart, the soft gasps of breath against her neck. The rough sand under their feet, the cool occasional wave, the heat of the bonfire, and the electric connection between their bodies created a perfect storm of sensation.

 

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The Mediterranean Rapture

Part 7: Beachfire Toast to Forever

[Section 18 of 18]

They danced closer, bodies pressing, nipples dragging, hips rolling in time with the music. Sweat began to sheen on their skin again, mixing with sea spray. The taste of salt and desire was on every kiss they stole between songs. Laughter spilled from them freely — joyful, liberated, deeply in love.

In the background, sparklers cracked and fizzed, waves crashed, music throbbed, and the night wrapped around them like a warm, knowing embrace.

Both women, now tired from the celebration, sat down to catch their breaths. As they stared into each other’s eyes, they realised that they didn’t need to say anything else to each other. No positive affirmations of love, no compliments on their bodies, nothing. They knew, that this was the beginning of the rest of their beautiful lives together as Kriti went over to behind Rashmika and embraced her from the back, their warm, flushed skins touching and reassuring one another, saying, I’m always here, baby.

Starring: Kriti Sanon and Rashmika Mandanna

A #FettbOriginal Fantasy Sequel

Here we complete the beautiful story arc of these two beautiful women

To all of you who stayed and read this till the end, I hope you liked reading it as much as I did writing it. Would love to hear your feedback in DMs. More exciting stuff coming up soon.

Till then, watch COCKTAIL 2 in theatres and remember what you saw here

 

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Time to update one of my darkest stories with its much delayed sequel. I hope you like the taboo of it all as much as I edged to while penning it down.

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The Only Poison

Part 2: The Duplicate

 

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The Only Poison

Part 2: The Duplicate

[Section 1 of 15]

One Full Year Later

Malavika’s fingers shook violently as she turned the pages of the worn leather journal. Each new sketch felt like a knife twisting deeper into her chest.

Kriti.

Again and again.

Nude drawings so intimate, so lovingly detailed that they felt obscene. Kriti smiling, looking exactly like she did on that sunny family picnic day, breasts softly lit by sunlight, nipples slightly hardened by the breeze.

 

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The Only Poison

Part 2: The Duplicate

[Section 2 of 15]

Kriti bent over a desk, ass raised, looking back with that pathetic, lovesick expression. Kriti riding him, head thrown back in ecstasy, every curve of her body rendered with obsessive care. Moments from their shared family life, before she met him — picnics, vacations, quiet evenings — that Kriti must have described to him in post-sex pillow talk.

A broken sound escaped Malavika’s throat. After everything… after I married that boring old fool, after I let him touch me for a whole year just to get closer to this boy… he still dreams about her? He still worships my inferior step-sister?

Shame, rage, and a sickening pulse of arousal between her legs made her dizzy. She felt cheap. Pathetic. Utterly defeated.

 

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The Only Poison

Part 2: The Duplicate

[Section 3 of 15]

The floorboard creaked.

Malavika whipped around.

He stood in the doorway, holding her delicate bridal veil in one hand and the full, heavy red-and-gold lehenga set in the other. The polite, emotionless mask he had worn for the past week had completely shattered. What stared back at her now was pure, dark hunger.

“I tried so hard to keep it buried in Africa,” he said, voice low and rough. “But the moment you stepped out of that car in the rain… it woke up.”

Malavika clutched the journal tighter, tears of humiliation burning her eyes. “You knew? All this time you knew it was me?”

He stepped inside, closing the door with a soft click.

“Yes,” he said, walking toward her slowly. “From the very first second.” Although he held her gaze meaningfully, his mind flashed back to the day he met her.

Despite a bright sunny day, all he could feel inside was a distinct dullness. He had pulled up exhausted, mentally preparing himself to meet his new godmother. Then she turned.

 

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The Only Poison

Part 2: The Duplicate

[Section 4 of 15]

Those same heavy, bulbous breasts. Those piercing eyes. That graceful neck. Shock had roared through him like fire, but years of law practice and a full year of penance in Africa had helped him keep his face blank.

“Godmother,” he had said politely, voice steady despite the storm inside him. “I’m sorry I missed the wedding. The flight was delayed.”

He had taken her luggage without hesitation, carrying it inside like a dutiful godson while his cock throbbed painfully in his pants. The monster had roared awake instantly.

Malavika’s voice trembled with fresh humiliation as the memory replayed. “You called me ‘godmother’ so calmly. You carried my bags like a servant. I was standing there, heart racing, waiting for you to lose control… and you just smiled politely?”

He took the journal from her hands and set it down, still open to a drawing of Kriti. “I wanted to see what put you in the position of my godmother. Was it love for my godfather or simply a manipulative ruse by the ever proud Malavika. No points for guessing which one though.", he shrugged.

 

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The Only Poison

Part 2: The Duplicate

[Section 5 of 15]

He lifted the sheer bridal veil and placed it over her head, letting the delicate fabric drape across her face. Then he began dressing her.

He tightened the choli over her bare breasts, pulling the strings brutally tight at the back. Malavika gasped sharply as the fabric crushed her tits upward into two overflowing mounds.

She remembered the night of his arrival when he feigned exhaustion and retired to the guest room with the glass door to the backyard. She remembered how she’d heard the scratching of pen on paper as she overheard him scribble something*.* Her bare tits had heaved with excitement at the thought **“A journal! Already keeping secrets to himself, huh?”, she remembered thinking to herself and smirking. "Oh what fun this is going to be my dear step-son", the thought had followed. The word 'step-son' had sent chills down her spine, even if it weren't accurate in its truest sense.

 

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The Only Poison

Part 2: The Duplicate

[Section 6 of 15]

"You drew this wretched sister of mine the same evening you saw that I was your godmother?", Malavika asked him even as realisation dawned on her. "I think you know the answer to that mom", he said with a callousness in his voice that would hurt a knife, emphasising that last word to ensure the wound from it would cut deep.

She had worn that low-cut black blouse and thin white saree, sweat pouring down her body from the heat of the poorly ventilated kitchen. If he was truly tired then he deserved a good dinner. She knew that the sweat would emphasise her voluptuous figure by making her clothes cling to her. The trick had worked on his godfather, she was confident it would work on him too. Her nipples had been clearly visible. She had stirred the dinner curry slowly, suggestively.

“You’re awake,” she had purred, eyes locked on his. “Hungry?” she'd asked him. Afterall if he considered her to really be his godmother, she had some motherly duties towards him too.