The Fragrance of a Waiting Navel

Raj was excited to go back to Hyderabad. He couldn’t stop thinking about Rani’s deep navel. But he was also angry at her for warning Nalini about him. He wanted to punish her for it.

Meanwhile, Rani had been hiding what happened. She didn’t want Shekar to see any marks or know what Raj had done.

She wore high-neck blouses and draped her sarees tightly, making sure no skin showed around her waist or navel.

Every night, she massaged her belly with ghee and butter, which slowly made the marks Raj had left fade away. Her skin became soft, smooth, and brighter than before, and even her navel looked softer, brighter, and deeper.

She worked hard to keep her secret safe.

Shekar’s Silent Struggle

Guilt ate away at Shekar day and night. One evening, he wrapped his arms around Rani from behind, pulling her into what he hoped felt like a loving embrace. She gasped softly—not in pleasure, but in pain—her body going stiff in his arms.

“Sorry,” she whispered, pulling away gently. “I… I have some work to finish.” She slipped out of his grasp before he could get a closer look.

But Shekar already knew the truth. He had seen the faint bruises around her waist days earlier—the half-healed bite marks near her navel—proof of what Raj had done to her. The sight had filled him with a quiet, cold anger.

He decided then: Let her heal. Let her skin become soft and untouched again.
Then… only then… will I take what’s mine. Fresh. Like she’s brand new.

A full month had passed. Rani’s skin was now clear and smooth—no marks, no bruises. Her nightly routine with ghee had made her waist bright like moonlight, and her navel look deep like a well.

Shekar watched her in her cotton saree. All the marks were gone, and she looked fresh and new. He walked over to her and gently lifted the edge of her saree to see her navel clearly. It made him feel strong desire.

“Tomorrow,” he said, “I become VP in the morning… and at night?” He looked intently at her navel. “I’m going to enjoy this deep navel properly.”

Rani’s hands paused while adjusting her saree. “I’ll be ready,” she said smilingly, her navel trembling slightly under his stare.

Meanwhile, on his flight, Raj’s chest burned with a single, final thought.
One last time. Then never again.
He thought of meeting Shekar tomorrow to explain his desire to have Rani’s navel one last time.

Next day the office buzzed with cheers, handshakes, and backslaps as Shekar officially accepted his VP role. Amid the celebration, Raj entered Shekar’s cabin.

“Congratulations,” Raj said, extending his hand. “Well deserved.”

Shekar’s grip was firm, his eyes darker than expected. “Thank you.” A heavy pause hung between them. “You got what you wanted. I got what I wanted.” His voice lowered, turning cold and deliberate. “But I will never forget what you did to Rani. How you used her navel… so brutally. You left her in pain. You made it so I couldn’t even touch my own wife for a month.”

He leaned forward slightly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. “Now forget Rani. Forget her navel. Permanently. We will never speak of this again.”

Inside, Raj felt a surge of shock—followed by fierce, triumphant joy. Shekar hadn’t touched her. For a whole month, Rani’s navel had remained untouched… unused. His marks were the last ones she carried. His taste was the last she knew. And tonight, he would have her again—fresh, healed, and completely his.

A calm, knowing smile touched Raj’s lips. “Of course,” he replied smoothly.

Raj left Shekar’s cabin, a cold smile on his lips. Fool. He even left Rani untouched and fresh for a whole month, just for me to enjoy her all over again.The thought that Rani’s navel had stayed untouched all this time—that he was still the last one who had tasted it—made him feel a powerful mix of excitement and hunger. It made him want her even more.

Shekar actually believed his warning was the end of it.

But Raj’s plan was already in motion.

That afternoon, he gifted Shekar an expensive whiskey bottle—specially spiked. Just one peg would knock him out for 1-2 hours.

“For your celebration tonight,” Raj said, clapping Shekar’s shoulder. “You deserve the best.”

Shekar, touched, took the bottle with genuine gratitude. “Thank you, Raj. Really.”

As Shekar left the office, Raj’s smile turned razor-sharp.

Sleep well, VP. While I finally take what’s mine.

Raj left the office thinking hard. Soon Shekar would be asleep – but Rani needed to pay for telling Nalini his secret.

He walked around the city looking in shops until he found a special chocolate store. They sold dark chocolate wax candles that smelled rich and bitter.

Testing in the Shop
Right there in the store, Raj lit one of the chocolate wax candles. He tilted it carefully and let a single drop fall onto the back of his hand.

The hot wax stung—a sharp, pinching burn. But then he leaned down and licked it off. The wax tasted bitter, like dark chocolate, and as soon as he tasted it, the pain faded. A cool, soothing feeling spread over the spot, mixed with a faint pleasure. It was perfect—pain followed by pleasure. Perfect for punishment.

He also found the same thick, golden honey he had used on Rani’s navel before. He bought both the candle and the honey.

Meanwhile, Shekar reached his house and opened the bedroom door, stopping suddenly.

The floor was covered with rose petals leading to the bed. The room was arranged like a first-night honeymoon suite, complete with playful items like honey, milk, and fruits. The bed itself was adorned with rose petals. The air smelled sweet—a mix of jasmine and vanilla.

Then he saw Rani.

She stood by the window, looking like a new bride in her plain white cotton saree. The cloth clung to her body, and with a slow move, she pushed her pallu aside, showing her smooth waist and the deep curve of her navel. She was clearly teasing him, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Shekar’s breath stuck in his chest—he had never seen her look so tempting, so much like she was meant for him. Her navel seemed to pull him in, a quiet promise of pleasure he had missed all these years.

Filled with raw want, he moved closer to touch that special dip, but Rani softly lifted her hand to stop him.

“Wait,” she said in a low, tempting whisper. “I cooked all your favorites—spicy biryani, rich korma, sweet gulab jamun.” Her fingers slowly trailed down his chest, leaving a hot feeling behind. “Go clean up… eat your fill… and then,” she leaned in, her lips almost touching his ear, “you can have all of me. Any way you want.”

A wave of excitement rushed through him. She had planned everything perfectly.

He nodded and walked toward the shower, his thoughts running wild. How had he never noticed how deep and inviting her navel really was? Why did it take another man’s rough touch for him to finally see what was his? Tonight, he would not hold back. He would explore that deep, warm hollow with his mouth and tongue until she shook with pleasure. He would take what belonged to him—firmly, deeply, and without holding back—until her moans echoed around the room and her navel was completely his.

At 9 PM, Raj reached Rani’s house, then suddenly remembered—he had forgotten the honey and only brought the chocolate candle. He felt a pang of disappointment, but it vanished when he peered through the window and saw Shekar eating gulab jamun.

No problem, he thought, a new idea forming. We can use the gulab jamun syrup from her navel instead.

Then he saw Rani and got stunned. Dressed in a white saree, she looked like a perfect, newly married honeymoon bride,untouched, waiting to be spoiled. Raj felt like this was his honeymoon with Rani and thanked his incredible luck.

She sat at the table with Shekar. Raj’s eyes were fixed on her. He desperately wanted to see her navel, but her saree was still covering it—he could only see the shape. Still, he could see the soft, creamy curve of her waist—a curve he ached to bite right then and there. He imagined pulling that white saree away and feasting on her navel completely. The thought made him hard almost instantly.

He could barely control himself. He waited for what felt like five hours, though it was only five minutes. Finally, Shekar opened the whiskey bottle Raj had gifted him.

Drink fast, buddy, Raj pleaded silently. Please, I can’t wait any longer.

Shekar poured himself two pegs of the drugged whiskey and drank. Raj watched eagerly as Shekar’s eyelids grew heavy until… he slumped forward, unconscious at the table.

Without a second’s hesitation,
Raj rang the bell.