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The Only Poison

Part 2: The Duplicate

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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 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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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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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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"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.

 

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“Starving.” he said nonchalantly

“I made it thick and hot tonight… rich, the kind that coats your tongue and fills you so completely you won’t need anything else for hours.” She had let her gaze drop to his crotch. “Some men prefer it gentle. Others like it when it burns going down. Tell me, beta… which one are you?”

He had simply replied, “Whatever you’ve cooked will be fine, godmother,” and eaten in silence while she bit the inside of her cheeks. She imagined standing there, naked for him, waiting for his hunger to shift onto her own body… But it was just that. An imagination.

 

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Malavika’s cheeks flamed as she remembered the memory while he tied the choli even tighter. “I was practically begging you that night. I described the food like it was my own pussy. I stared at your cock like a desperate whore. And you just thanked me for dinner and went to bed.”

He leaned in, breath hot against her ear. “I enjoyed every second of your irritation.”

Next came the lehenga. He slid the heavy skirt up her smooth legs, his fingers deliberately grazing her soaked, aching pussy lips but never lingering.

She had worn the low-cut blue blouse and sheer orange saree, bending deeply in the courtyard the next morning, breasts heaving with every exaggerated breath.

 

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“You’re watching me,” she had said playfully as he quickly averted his gaze. She was pleased that he was finally ready to give in. “Does the design please you? I made the curves extra full and soft this time… inviting. A woman must put so much effort to make things beautiful, especially the day after her own wedding. Don’t you agree?” she had asked him, fully expecting him to give in.

He had stood on the verandah, hands in his pockets. “It’s very well done. You have patience.”

“Patience only matters if someone appreciates the result,” she had replied, thrusting her chest out. “Do you appreciate what you see?”

“It’s colourful,” he had said mildly, and walked away.

 

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She’d yet again, imagined herself, leaving her boobs open to the elements, draped only in the saree, waiting for the touch that never came.

Malavika’s voice cracked now. “I was practically offering my tits to you in broad daylight. Panting like a bitch in heat. And you complimented the fucking rangoli.”

He tied the lehenga strings around her waist, pulling them tight. “What can you say? It was a beautiful rangoli", he shamelessly said, not even bothering to offer up an excuse for that disrespect.

He then pushed her onto the bed. Malavika lay there in the half-worn bridal outfit, veil partially covering her flushed face, breathing raggedly. The heavy breaths took her back to the evening after the rangoli incident.

Steam had filled the sauna room. She had lounged in the thin white bikini top, nipples painfully erect, sarong slipping off her thighs. Sweat glistening off of every curve of her body as light hit it from different directions.

 

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“Beta, the heat feels so good,” she had called seductively. “It reaches all the tight, hidden places. You’ve carried so much tension from Africa… come inside. Perhaps you want me to help you release it?”

He had only glanced and said, “I’m fine, thank you. Enjoy your sauna.”

Malavika whimpered as he loomed over her. “I left the door wide open for you. I was practically naked. You saw my hard nipples begging for your mouth… I kept imagining myself, completely bare in front of you… and you just walked past like I was nothing.”