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Next day morning Myra picks up a towel and puts her hair in a bun.
"Nenu ready ayyi ippudey vachesta.. sare na??" she says to Pranav who doesn't react.
With full oopu excitement and enthusiasm she goes upstairs.
Deepak stands near the navigation system of the ocean boat, his eyes fixed on the vast expanse of the sea before him. The boat gently rocks with the rhythm of the waves, a soothing sensation that puts him in a good mood. The salty breeze brushes playfully at his hair, and he breathes deeply, enjoying the fresh, salty air.
Myra steps onto the deck, her steps light and silent. She watches Deepak for a moment, the way the sun outlines his profile, casting him in the soft glow of the late afternoon. A smile plays on her lips as she moves closer, unnoticed.
Suddenly, she wraps her arms around him from behind, her embrace warm and unexpected. "Evaro cheppuko???" she whispers, her voice a melodious song that blends with the seagull cries overhead.
Deepak's initial surprise melts into a laugh, his hands covering hers. "What's this, Myra? Andarini muncheddaamaney??" he teases, turning his head to meet her eyes.
"No, Captain!!!," Myra replies, her nose rubbing against his cheek. "I'm going for a bath, ela snanam cheyyalo nenu marchi poyaanu. Koncham help chestaava???"
With a excitement, Deepak agrees, "ilanti important matters correct ga execute cheyyali.. daggarundi nerpista" They decouple from their embrace, and hand in hand, they go inside to the cozy bathroom.
The sound of running water fills the room as steam begins to fog the small mirror. Myra steps into the shower, the water falling down like a gentle waterfall. Deepak follows, his presence just behind her.
As he reaches for the shampoo, Myra tilts her head back, her hair a dark curtain waiting to be unveiled. Deepak massages the shampoo into her scalp, his fingers drawing patterns like waves crashing gently on a sandy shore.
"Feels nice," Myra murmurs, closing her eyes, the water and his touch easing the tension of the day.
"Only the best feelings for my bangaram," Deepak responds, his tone soft and tender, filled with unspoken affection.
They share a moment, lost in the warmth of the water and each other, their laughter echoing against the tiles.
Myra turns around and pushes Deepak down towards the tub and Deepak complies. She then sits on top of him and lovingly bites his nose. Myra is already wet with anticipation and Deepak slides into her.
"Chaala tight ga ney unnaavey.. ", saying this he starts breathing heavily with pleasure as he feels her gripping him very tightly.
"Shhh... ekkuva matladaku", she says putting her finger on his lips.
He catches her love handles with his hands and they both start thrusting into each other.
She then uses both her hands and runs it through his thick hair and brings his face near her chest. Deepak could feel the hardness of her twin peaks.
"Brahmos missiles laaga intha hard undenti papa.. antha excited aah nuvvu?", saying this he bites one and with his other hand her twists and pinches the other one.
It sends Myra on the edge and she starts moaning hard and increases the pace of her hip movements.
They both go into a state of ecstatic pleasure and stay there for a while and then Deepak suddenly says.
"Myra.. I think I am about to... "
Myra goes into a shock.. "Wait wait.. lopala vaddu"
She tries getting up but Deepak grabs her by the hips and makes one final thrust..
"Ayeee.. ", Myra screams in fear mixed with pleasure.
She makes another frantic attempt this time and gets up completely.. with her hand she finishes him off.
They embrace each other and lie on top of one another with the hot shower hitting them on their body with both of them completely spent after the intense session.
As they rinse off, they are like two figures in a painting, blurred and beautiful, wrapped in a dance of steam and peace.
Finally, they step out, wrapped in towels, their skin glowing with droplets that reflected the light. "Thank you, Mister Captain," Myra says, her voice a whisper, as she reaches up to kiss him—a kiss soft as sea foam, as brief as the sunset, yet as deep as the ocean they sail upon.
"Thank you for the service Madam!", Deepak says.
"Enti.. service aah??? nenu neeku ela kanipistunna??", she replies pinching his cheeks.
"Cool down Madam.. ", he says and kisses her one final time.
They both laugh and Myra heads downstairs.
As Myra bursts into the room downstairs where Pranav sits in his wheelchair watching TV, her energy is infectious. She has a big smile on her face. "Pranav, you should really come up and see the view! Enta bugundho telusa??
Plus, Deepak neeku boat ela control cheyyalo chepta annaadu. It might come in handy later. Next time manam iddaram matrame we can go on a trip," she suggests with a smile.
Pranav looks unsure, his voice tinged with negativity. "Intiki vellipodhaam, Myra. Naaku ee trip nacchatledu! "
Myra isn’t convinced by his answer. She moves towards him, gently pushing the wheelchair. "Come on, it'll be good for you. Trust me, Kanna! You will feel better once you're up there with the breeze and the sea."
Reluctantly, Pranav allows her to wheel him out of the room and up to the deck.
On the deck, Deepak is ready with a friendly smile, standing beside the boat's controls. "Hey, Pranav! Let me show you how all this works. It's quite interesting once you get the hang of it. Nuvvu 100% sure ga enjoy chestaav!"
Myra smiles at both of them, then says. "I'll leave you guys to it. Nenu kindaki velli antha sardhali. Luggage full ga unpack cheyyaledhu," she says, leaving Deepak and Pranav to themselves.
As Deepak begins explaining the boat controls, Pranav's interest visibly grows. Deepak points out different buttons and levers, explaining their functions with enthusiasm. "Now, why don't you try steering us towards that area?" Deepak suggests, pointing to a remote spot in the sea on the digital map. "It's a great place for fishing."
Pranav hesitates, his voice uncertain. "Are you sure? Koncham duranga undi kada."
"It’ll be fine," Deepak reassures him, pulling out a fishing rod and laying it next to him. "There’s a great spot for fishing there, and we can catch some high-quality fish to cook right here on the boat. Chepala pulusu thini chala rojulu ayindi.. You will like my cooking!"
Encouraged, Pranav takes the helm, maneuvering the boat with Deepak’s guidance. As they reach the designated spot, Deepak stops the boat and turns to Pranav with a big smile. "Nuvvu super fast guru.. intha thondara ela nerchunnaav boss?? Andukey Myra neeku padipoyindi!" he says, winking as he pulls out a bottle of scotch.
"How about we celebrate you learning this new skill?"
Pranav becomes upset after hearing Deepak's comment on his relationship with Myra but controls himself and smiles outwardly.
Deepak carefully watches Pranav as he pours him a peg of scotch. The alcohol loosens Pranav up, his initial tension fades.
"No more, I think that's enough," Pranav eventually slurs, his words slightly blurred.
"Just one last peg, for the sea!" Deepak insists, pouring another.
As Pranav sips the last drink, Deepak looks at him with a big smile.
Deepak stops the boat engine. Other than the waves hitting the boat gently there is no other sound. It was very silent.
"The fishing spot is better from over here," Deepak says, steering Pranav's wheelchair towards a different part of the deck.
He fetches two pair of fishing rods. He hands one to Pranav and he holds another one himself. They both cast the fishing bait and wait in silence.
Pranav feels the alcohol kick in but observes Deepak's face deep in thought. He feels uncomfortable with Deepak's body language. Something feels wrong.
"Hey Deepak, I want to go down. Lets fish tomorrow. Scotch koncham ekkuva ayindi. I am not feeling too well."
Deepak's face becomes steely and expressionless. He doesn't react. He doesn't move. He just holds the fishing rod like a statue.
"Myra! Myra! ", Pranav shouts for her. Hoping she comes upstairs and takes him down.
Downstairs Myra clearly hears Pranav's voice but doesn't respond. She increases the volume of the TV and blankly looks at the movie playing in front of her. Her heart is beating a million beats per second and sweat poring down from her face. Her entire body becomes warm with light fever.