The Mallu Apartment | Chapter 02 : A Special Class

 

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The Mallu Apartment | Chapter 01: The Arrival (Click here to read Chapter 01)

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Raj, a young IT professional from Coimbatore, moves into Back Waters Residency, where he meets Shweta Menon an elegant, confident woman in her forties who heads the apartment association. She takes an immediate interest in Raj and guides him to his flat, which happens to be on her floor.

In the elevator, they meet Bhavana, a sensual yoga instructor from the fifth floor who also shows clear interest in Raj, hinting at private sessions beyond the usual scope. Later, Shweta teasingly warns Raj about Bhavana's romantic adventures.

That evening, as Raj heads out for dinner, Shweta invites him over instead. There, he meets her 21-year-old daughter, Anikha a shy but ambitious IT professional herself. Over dinner, Shweta subtly flirts with Raj while nudging a connection between him and Anikha.

By night’s end, Raj finds himself at the center of a web of attraction between the confident Shweta, the bold Bhavana, and the curious young Anikha.

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One week Later

Raj's morning routine unfolds as he steps out onto the balcony, taking in the bustling cityscape below. The air is thick with humidity, carrying the mingled scents of fresh bread from nearby bakeries and diesel fumes from passing vehicles. He notices Bhavana. he reminds what Shweta told about her. Bhavana stands on Apartment Garden across the way, her yoga mat rolled and tucked under one arm. She catches Raj's eye and raises a hand in greeting, her smile knowing and deliberate. She's wearing a loose-fitting tank top and tight leggins that reveal toned legs & ass from her yoga practice. 

"Good morning, Raj!" she calls out, her words carrying easily across the short distance. "Enjoying the view?" There's an unmistakable flirtation in her tone as she leans against the railing, angling her body slightly so he can see the curve of her hip.Raj hesitates for a moment before returning the greeting. He raises a hand in response, forcing a polite smile. "Good morning," he calls back, his voice neutral. "Nice weather today." Bhavana laughs, the sound rich and warm. "Yes, it is,"  she was just heading up to her Flat "Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee?" she asks, tilting her head slightly. "I make a mean filter coffee." Her tone is light, but her eyes linger on his face a moment too long, assessing.

Raj shifts his weight from one foot to the other, considering. He should say no. The smart thing would be to retreat inside, close the balcony door, and get back to work. But something about the way she's looking at him expectant, confident makes him hesitate. "I... I have a lot of work today," he says finally. Bhavana smiles knowingly. "Of course you do," she says, but she doesn't seem deterred. "But surely you need a break sometime. I'm here all day, if you change your mind." She pats the railing lightly with her free hand. "I'd love to hear more about what you do." Raj nods, unsure of what to say. "I'll... keep that in mind," he manages. "Maybe another time." 

"Anytime," Bhavana says, pushing off the railing. She gives him one last, slow smile before turning toward the building entrance. As she walks away, Raj finds himself watching her for a few seconds longer than he intends to. Raj was curious about Bhavana He hadn't meant to stare, but something about the sway of her hips as she walked away kept his eyes fixed on her. He wondered how many men had watched her like this, how many had responded to her invitations. The thought both intrigued and unsettled him. Shaking his head slightly, he turned back inside. His phone lay on the kitchen counter where he'd left it. Anikha's messages were still there, waiting. He picked it up, scrolling through their conversation again. An Notification Came on his Mobile It's from Bhavana. The message was simple but direct 

"Bhavana: Just wanted to say good morning properly. ☕️"

Raj frowned slightly, considering his reply. He knew he should keep things professional—after all, she was just being friendly, right? But there was something about Bhavana's directness that made it difficult to ignore. He typed back:

"Raj: Good morning. Just finishing up some work. I might take a break later." He hit send before he could overthink it.

Bhavana's reply came almost immediately.

"Bhavana: Perfect. I'll be here if you change your mind. ☺️"

Raj : replies " yes " could you Teach me some basic yoga ? Mam ? Bhavana: Absolutely! I'd be happy to show you the basics. Yoga is great for stress relief, you know. Good for IT guys like you who spend a lot of time at the computer. 😉

Raj: Thank you. I don't have much experience, but I'm willing to try.

Bhavana: That's all you need! There's a little space on the rooftop deck where we can practice. It gets good sunlight in the afternoon.

Raj: The rooftop? I didn't know we had one.

Bhavana: Oh yes, it's lovely up there. Not many people use it. Bhavana: I go up there to practice most days. Quiet, peaceful. Just you and the sky. 🌅

Raj: That sounds nice. I might take you up on that offer then.

Bhavana: Great! I usually go around 5:00. If you want to join me, I'll be there. If not, no pressure. Just a standing invitation. 😊

Raj: I'll try to make it. Thank you for the offer.

Bhavana: Perfect. See you then, Raj. 😉

Raj set his phone down, exhaling slowly. He had agreed, hadn't he? He had given Bhavana an opening, and she had taken it without hesitation. It was just yoga, he told himself. 

A casual lesson from a neighbor. Nothing more ???

And yet, the way she had looked at him on the balcony, the confidence in her voice, the implication that he was already a part of something—it made him uneasy. He wasn't sure if it was excitement or apprehension he felt. Maybe both. Shaking his head, he turned back to his laptop, forcing himself to focus on work

The morning passed quickly, the heat of the day creeping into his apartment. When he finally glanced at the clock, it was already past 4:30. The afternoon had slipped away faster than he'd expected. He stood from his desk, stretching his arms above his head. He could use a break, and Bhavana had been right he did spend too much time hunched over his laptop. Outside, the sun had shifted, stretching long shadows across the ground. The rooftop would be bathed in late afternoon light. Bhavana would be up there soon, waiting. He hadn't told her he was definitely coming, but something about the thought of missing the opportunity gnawed at him. Decision made, Raj headed to the bathroom to freshen up. He changed into a loose t-shirt and shorts, then grabbed a water bottle before stepping out into the hallway. The stairwell was quiet as Raj climbed to the top floor. The door to the rooftop deck was locked, but he found a key hanging inside a small metal box mounted on the wall. He twisted it open and grabbed the key, pushing the heavy door outward. A warm breeze greeted him as he stepped onto the rooftop. The space was larger than he expected, a concrete platform dotted with small potted plants. In one corner, a folding chair and yoga mat already set up. Bhavana stood near the edge, facing the distant sea, her back to him. She wore a simple white tank top and a pair of leggings, her dark hair pulled into a loose bun. She turned as he approached, and her face brightened instantly. "You came!" she said, sounding pleased. "I wasn't sure if you would." Raj shrugged, offering a small smile. "I figured I should take you up on the offer. I could use a break." Bhavana nodded, stepping closer. She looked him up and down, appraising him. "Good. You look like you need to stretch out." She gestured to the yoga mat. "Shall we start?"

 Raj nodded, setting his water bottle aside and stepping onto the mat. Bhavana moved to stand in front of him, adjusting her stance. "First things first," she said, speaking with a melodic lilt. "Let's just focus on breathing and awareness for now." She closed her eyes briefly, inhaling slowly through her nose, then exhaling through her mouth. Raj mimicked her, feeling slightly self-conscious.

"That's good," Bhavana murmured. "Just follow my lead." She placed her hands on her hips, tilting her head slightly. "Now, let's warm up a bit. Start by standing with your feet shoulder-width apart, arms relaxed at your sides." Raj obeyed, shifting his stance until he was positioned as instructed. Bhavana moved closer, her bare feet coming into view as she stepped between his outstretched arms. She adjusted his shoulders with her hands, pressing lightly. "Good," she murmured. "Now just let your arms hang loosely, fingers open. Relax your shoulders."

Her fingers lingered on his shoulders, massaging gently. Raj felt his muscles loosen under her touch. She moved behind him, coming close enough that he could feel her breath against his neck as she spoke. "Now, inhale deeply and lift your arms above your head. Try to reach as high as you can."Raj felt his face flush as Bhavana's hands brushed his back. He took a deep breath and lifted his arms, feeling her fingers trace the outline of his shoulder blades before trailing down his back. The touch was light, almost absentminded, but her proximity and the way she moved her hands so deliberately sent a tremor through him.

"Good," she said softly, her breath warm against his neck. "Now stretch from side to side." She moved closer, guiding his torso as he leaned first left, then right. Her body pressed against his back for a moment during the movement, and he caught the faint citrus scent of her hair. "That's it," she murmured. "Feel the stretch."  Raj felt his face grow hot as Bhavana's hands rested lightly on his hips, guiding him through the stretch. Her touch remained, fingers pressing just slightly into the fabric of his shorts. She was close enough that he could sense the heat from her body. "Now, let's bring the stretch down to your sides," she said softly. "Bend at the waist, reaching for his toes." As Raj bent forward, her hands moved down his back, following the line of his vertebrae. Her fingers lingered near the base of his spine for a moment too long, applying a gentle pressure."That's perfect," she murmured. Her words were soft, almost intimate. "Feel the stretch in your lower back." Raj's breath catches as Bhavana's hand slips lower, her fingers brushing the growing hardness in his shorts. She doesn't pull away immediately if anything, her touch remains, tracing the outline of his erection through the thin fabric. Her other hand presses against his lower back, holding him in place as she moves closer. Her body heat penetrates his clothes. "That's... a nice reaction," she whispers against his ear, speaking with a husky quality. "Didn't expect you to get so excited from something so simple." Her fingers curl slightly, applying more pressure. Raj's heart pounds in his chest as he feels her breath against his neck. She's testing him, seeing how far she can push without resistance.

Raj freezes, torn between pulling away and leaning into the contact. His breath comes faster now, shallow and uneven. Bhavana's fingers tighten slightly, her palm cupping him through the fabric. "Don't be shy," she murmurs, her words almost inaudible. "I can feel how much you like this." Her other hand slides around his waist, coming to rest against his stomach. She presses her body against his back, the softness of her breasts evident even through their layers of clothing. "Let me help you relax," she says, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. Her hand moves from his stomach to the waistband of his shorts, slipping beneath the elastic. Raj inhales sharply as Bhavana's fingers make contact with bare skin. She doesn't pause, doesn't hesitate her hand slides down immediately, wrapping around his hardening cock. A low hum escapes her throat as she feels him in her grip. "Mmm, you're already so hard for me," she breathes, her thumb rubbing slow circles over the head.

Raj's said what do you mean Mam ? , his muscles tense with arousal and uncertainty. Bhavana's other hand slides up his chest, fingers splaying against his pecs as she begins a slow, rhythmic stroking. "Shhh," she soothes, pressing her body more firmly against his back. Her hot breath fans across his neck as she moves closer, her hips rocking subtly against his ass. "Just let it go," she murmurs, her grip tightening slightly. "No one's watching. No one will know but us." Her thumb swipes over the leaking tip of his cock, spreading the moisture as she moves her hand in slow, deliberate strokes. Raj's head falls forward, a shudder running through his body as Bhavana's skilled fingers work him. Her other hand toys with the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down just enough to expose more of his ass to the evening air. She murmurs appreciatively, her hips pressing harder against him. "You have such a nice body." Her fingers tease the cleft of his ass, tracing the sensitive skin there as she continues stroking his cock. Raj gasps as she presses a finger against his entrance, applying light pressure but not pushing inside. The dual stimulation her hand moving on his shaft and the teasing touch at his hole sends electric pleasure through him. Bhavana's breath comes faster now, her movements becoming more urgent. "I want to hear you," she whispers, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell of his ear. "Let me hear how much you like this." Raj's hips jerk forward into her grip, a moan escaping before he can stop it. It's worng Maam could you please stop this. Bhavana's fingers tighten around his cock, her movements becoming more purposeful as she pumps him with increasing speed. "Why would I stop?" she asks, her voice thick with arousal. "You're enjoying this so much." Her other hand presses firmly against his ass, fingers spreading his cheeks slightly as she continues teasing his entrance.

"Don't pretend you don't want this," she murmurs, her breath hot against his neck. "I can feel how hard for me." Her thumb swipes over the head of his cock, gathering precum as she speaks. Raj's body trembles, torn between the overwhelming pleasure and the discomfort of the situation. "Come on, Raj," Bhavana purrs, her fingers working his cock with practiced ease. "You can't tell me you don't want this." Her free hand slides around his hip, pressing against the front of his shorts just above his pubic bone. She rubs slow circles there, applying just enough pressure to make him gasp. "I can feel how much you need this." 

Raj's entire body tenses, torn between pushing her away and surrendering to the pleasure. Her hands move with such confidence, so certain of his response. He's never experienced anything like this before not so sudden, not so unexpected. Bhavana's fingers tighten around your cock, her movements becoming more insistent as she feels your hesitation. "Let go," she murmurs, her breath hot against your neck. "You're so tense, Raj. Just relax into it." Her thumb swipes over the head of your cock again, spreading the moisture as she continues stroking. "Mmm, you're leaking for me," she breathes. Her other hand presses more firmly against his ass, fingers kneading the muscle as they tease his entrance. A sharp moan escapes despite his best efforts to remain silent. Bhavana chuckles low in her throat. "That's what I thought," she says, pleased.  Her hands slide up your thighs as she looks up at you, her face inches from your cock. "So beautiful," she murmurs, her fingers tracing the outline of his erection through the fabric. She doesn't wait for permission, her hands making quick work of his shorts and underwear, pulling them down just enough to free Raj's cock. It Hits heavily in front of her face, thick and glistening with precum.

Bhavana's tongue darts out to lick a stripe from base to tip, her eyes never leaving him. "Mmm," she hums, wrapping one hand around the semi hard dick while the other cups his balls. Her mouth opens wider, taking him inside without ceremony. Raj's back arches as Bhavana's mouth engulfs him, her tongue swirling around the head before she sinks down, taking him deeper. Her hand strokes what she can't reach with her mouth, the other playing with his balls, squeezing gently as she bobs her head. The wet heat of her mouth is overwhelming, the suction perfect as she moves up and down his length. Her free hand slides around to grip his ass, fingers digging in as she pulls him closer, deeper into her throat. Raj's hands fly to her head instinctively, fingers tangling in her hair as his hips jerk forward, driving himself further into her mouth.

The wet heat envelops him again, Bhavana's mouth creating suction as she bobs her head, her tongue working along the underside. One hand continues stroking what she can't reach, the other sliding around to grip his ass, pulling him deeper. Raj's fingers tighten in her hair as she takes him down her throat, her nose pressing against his pelvis. Bhavana holds him there for a moment, her throat fluttering around his cock before she pulls back with a gasp, a strand of saliva stretching between her lips and the head of his dick. "God, you're big," she breathes, her hand still stroking him as she catches her breath. "I love how much I can take you." 

"It will easy if you Share it with Me Bhavana !!!" an voice came over from Entrance....

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