Erotica Games with no rules

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Chapter 39: Private Weekend (Part 2)

Alwar, Hotel ABC
12:58 PM, Saturday
Mona's Perspective

Lift ka button dabaya. Third floor.

*Ding.*

Mona ne andar kadam rakha. Lift ke sheeshe mein uski shakal dikh rahi thi—gehra maroon saree, gold ke bade jhumke, baal khule hue. Respectable. Beautiful. *Married.*

Lekin neeche... usne aankhein bandh ki. *Pink lace.* Vikram ki demand. Usne wohi pehna tha jo usne kaha tha.

Lift upar ja rahi thi. Mona's heart dhadak raha tha.

*Yeh galat hai,* ek voice keh rahi thi. *Aman... tumhari shaadi... tum ek achhi biwi ho.*

*Lekin maza bhi toh aa raha hai,* doosri voice muskura rahi thi. *College days ki yaad... Vikram ke haath... woh excitement...*

*Taboo vs fun.* Uske andar ki ladai.

Lift ruki. Third floor.

Mona ne lambi saans li. Corridor lamba tha. Room 304.

*Wapas chali jaa,* mind keh raha tha.

*Jaa ke dekh toh sahi,* heart keh raha tha.

Usne knock kiya. Teen baar. Halka.

Darwaza khula.

Vikram wahan tha. Black shirt, sleeves modhe hue, uske forearms—strong, dangerous. Usne Mona ko upar se neeche tak dekha. Uske aankhein ruki Mona's waist pe, phir neeche, jaise woh pehle se hi jaan raha tha neeche kya hai.

*"Aa gayi meri college girl,"* usne kaha, door side mein karke. *"Time pe. Meri good girl."*

Mona ne andar kadam rakha. Room bada tha, luxury suite. Champagne bucket, bada bed, soft light.

*"Main tumhari koi girl nahi hoon,"* usne kaha, lekin uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi. Weak. Unconvincing.

Vikram ne darwaza bandh kiya. Lock kiya. *Click.*

*"Nahi?"* usne eyebrow uthaya, Mona ke paas aate hue. *"Toh phir yahan kyun aayi ho, Mrs. Bhatia? Mere room mein? Mere saath? Poora weekend?"*

Mona ne nazar jhukayi. Uske haath uske saree ke pallu pe the, nervousness mein woh wahan se hil rahe the.

*"Please Vikram,"* usne kaha, softly. *"Let me go. Main bas... bas baat karne aayi thi."*

*"Baat?"* Vikram ne halka sa laugh kiya. *"Pink lace mein baat karne aati hain kya log? Tight g-string mein? Tere pati ko pata hai tu aise kapde pehan ke mere saath 'baat' karne aayi hai?"*

Mona ne kuch kaha nahi. Uske cheeks laal ho gaye.

Vikram uske bilkul paas aa gaya. Uske body ki garmi Mona ko mehsoos ho rahi thi. Usne haath uthaya aur Mona's cheek pe touch kiya. Thandi ungliyan, garam skin.

*"Tum wohi ho Mona,"* usne kaha, awaaz mein wohi purana magic. *"Jo college mein mere saath hoti thi. Jo Pooja ke saath mujhe dekh ke excited hoti thi. Bas ab thodi si... domesticated ho gayi ho. Lekin andar? Andar wohi ho."*

Mona ne aankhein bandh ki. Uske cheek pe uski ungliyan chal rahi thi, aur uski body respond kar rahi thi. *Damn him.* Uske nipples hard ho rahe the pink lace ke neeche. Uske knees weak ho rahe the.

*"Nahi,"* usne kaha, lekin uski awaaz mein woh resistance nahi tha. *"Main badal gayi hoon. Main ab... main ab achhi biwi hoon."*

*"Achhi biwi?"* Vikram ne muskurate hue kaha. *"Jo apne pati ko bewakoof bana ke pink g-string mein doosre mard ke room mein aayi hai? Itni achhi biwi?"*

Mona ne kuch kaha nahi. Usne sir jhuka liya.

Vikram ne uska chin uthaya. *"Dekho mujhe."*

Mona ne aankhein uthayi. Vikram ki aankhein—bhookhi, dangerous, knowing.

*"Neeche pink hai na?"* usne poochha, slow, deliberate.

Mona ne halka sa nod kiya. Sharm se.

*"Bol ke batao,"* Vikram ne command kiya. *"Kya pehna hai neeche?"*

*"Pink... pink lace,"* Mona ne kaha, almost whisper mein.

*"Kya?"*

*"Pink lace bra. Aur... aur g-string,"* usne kaha, awaaz mein woh slutty tone aa raha tha jo usne years se use nahi kiya tha.

Vikram ne muskuraya. *"Meri jaan. Ab shuru karein?"*

Mona ne kuch kaha nahi. Yeh uski permission thi.

Vikram ne uske saree ka pallu pakda. Woh georgette ka fabric, translucent, soft. Usne dheere se uske shoulder se hataaya. Mona ki backless blouse ka front dikh gaya—deep neck, uske cleavage ka hint.

*"Beautiful,"* Vikram ne kaha, uske collarbone pe ungliyan phirate hue.

Phir usne waist pe haath rakha. Saree ka drape wahan low tha, navel ke neeche. Usne aur neeche kiya. Mona's navel expose ho gaya.

Vikram ne jhuk ke wahan kiss kiya. Soft. Wet. Mona ki body ek current se kaanp gayi.

*"Vikram... please..."* usne kaha, lekin please kya, usse khud pata nahi tha. Rokne ke liye ya aage badhne ke liye.

*"Please kya?"* Vikram ne kaha, uske navel pe aur kisses karte hue. *"Please ruk jaun? Ya please aur karo?"*

Mona ne sirf saans li. Tez. Deep.

Vikram ne uske peeche gaya. Backless blouse. Usne ungliyan uski back pe phirayi. Spine pe. Mona ki body mein ek shiver gayi.

*"Hook kahan hai?"* usne poochha.

*"Side... side mein,"* Mona ne kaha, awaaz mein woh need, woh desperation aa raha tha.

Vikram ne hook khola. Dheere. Ek. Do. Teen. Blouse loose ho gaya. Usne aage se pallu hataaya, phir blouse ko neeche kiya. Mona's pink lace bra expose ho gaya. Bright pink. Transparent enough to see her hard nipples.

*"Fuck,"* Vikram ne kaha, appreciative. *"Tu college se bhi zyada sexy lag rahi hai."*

Mona ne haath se apne aap ko cover karne ki koshish ki. Vikram ne uske haath pakde.

*"Nahi,"* usne kaha, firm. *"Dekhne do. Tu yahan aayi hai yeh dikhane ke liye. You want this. You knew exactly what was going to happen in this room."*

Mona ne haath neeche kiye. Sharam se, excitement se.

Vikram ne saree ka dauraa pakda. Usne kamar se kholna shuru kiya. Dheere-dheere. Petticoat ka naara upar se khula. Saree neeche girne lagi.

Mona wahan khadi thi. Petticoat abhi bhi tha, lekin saree neeche gir chuki thi. Pink lace bra, uske breasts ko support karte hue. Aur neeche... petticoat ke neeche kuch nahi, sirf woh pink g-string.

Vikram ne petticoat ka naara kholda. Woh bhi neeche gir gaya.

Mona standing in the middle of the room. Pink lace bra. Pink g-string. Gold jhumke. Chinese tattoo shoulder pe. Wheatish skin glowing in the soft light.

Vikram ne usko dekha. Up se neeche. Neeche se upar.

*"Meri college girl,"* usne kaha, awaaz mein woh possession, woh hunger. *"Meri slut. Meri Mona."*

Mona ne kuch kaha nahi. Sirf khadi rahi. Sharam se laal. Excitement se kaanpti hui. Ready.

Vikram ne ek kadam aage badhaya.

**To be continued...**

 

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Chapter 39: Private Weekend (Part 3)

Alwar, Hotel ABC
1:15 PM, Saturday
Vikram's Perspective

Vikram bed pe baitha tha. Mona wahan khadi thi, pink bra mein, maroon saree floor pe, uski wheatish skin glowing.

*"Aa jaao,"* usne kaha, haath badhate hue.

Mona ne kadam badhaye. Vikram ne uska haath pakda aur apni taraf kheench liya. Woh uski lap mein aa gayi, uski thighs Vikram ki thighs pe.

*"Meri college girl,"* Vikram ne kaha, uske baal pe haath phirate hue. *"Kitni der se intezaar kar raha tha."*

Usne peeche haath kiya. Bra ka hook khola. Dheere se straps neeche kiye. Mona's breasts free ho gaye. Pink bra floor pe gira.

Vikram ne dono haathon se unhe pakda. Soft. Heavy. Perfect.

*"Fuck,"* usne kaha, appreciative. *"Tumhari yeh... exactly yaad thi."*

Mona ne sir jhukaya, sharam se. Vikram ne uska chin uthaya. *"Dekho mujhe."*

Phir usne apna mouth uske right breast pe rakha. Suck kiya. Hard. Mona ki body ek jhatke se upar gayi.

*"Ahh,"* usne kaha, haath Vikram ke baalon mein daal diye.

Vikram ne left breast ko bhi attention diya. Lick. Suck. Bite—halka sa. Mona ki skin pe goosebumps aa gaye.

*"Vikram... please..."* usne kaha, awaaz mein woh need, woh desperation.

Vikram ne usse uthaya. Bed pe face down giraya. Mona's soft stomach bed sheet pe, uski hips upar.

Wahan woh pink g-string thi. Thin strap uski hips pe. Vikram ne uspe haath rakha. Caress kiya.

*"Naughty slut,"* usne kaha, cheerful, teasing. *"Pink g-string mein mere room mein aayi hai. Kya soch ke?"*

Mona ne kuch kaha nahi. Sirf bed sheet mein face dabaya.

Vikram ne uski hips pe haath uthaya. Smack. Halka. Playful.

*"Oww,"* Mona ne kaha, lekin uski awaaz mein woh pain nahi tha. Excitement tha.

*"Naughty ho tum,"* Vikram ne kaha, phir se smack kiya. Dusri side. *"College mein bhi aise hi karti thi. Yaad hai?"*

Mona ne sirf nod kiya.

Vikram ne uski g-string ke straps pakde. Side se kheench ke neeche kiya. Mona ki hips upar uthi taaki woh nikaal sake. Pink g-string bed pe gira.

Ab woh completely naked thi. Face down. Vikram ne uski thighs spread kiya.

*"Beautiful,"* usne kaha.

Phir usne jhuk ke uski pussy pe kiss kiya. Mona ki body ek shiver se kaanp gayi. Vikram ne lick kiya. Slow. Deep. Mona ki moans bed sheet mein muffled ho rahi thi.

*"Oh god... Vikram... please..."* uski awaaz broken thi.

Vikram ne aur tez kiya. His tongue working. Mona ki hips move kar rahi thi, uski rhythm ke saath.

*"Ahh... haan... aur..."* Mona ke words toot rahe the.

Vikram ne usse turn kiya. Face up. Woh uske upar aa gaya. Kiss kiya uske lips pe. Hard. Deep. Mona ne respond kiya, uski tongue Vikram ki tongue se fight kar rahi thi.

*"Ride me,"* Vikram ne kaha, bed pe apni back pe let ke. *"Aa jaao upar."*

Mona ne uski jeans dekhi. Vikram ne khud hi zip khola, jeans neeche kiya. Boxer ke saath. Hard. Ready.

Mona ne ek leg uthaya. Vikram ke upar baithi. Usne guide kiya. Mona ne dheere se neeche kiya.

*"Oh fuck,"* dono ne saath mein kaha.

Mona upar neeche hone lagi. Slow. Phir tez. Uski breasts bounce kar rahe the. Vikram ne unhe pakda. Squeeze kiya.

*"Harder,"* Mona ne kaha, awaaz mein woh demand. *"Please... harder."*

Vikram ne thrust kiya upar se bhi. Mona ki moans tez ho gayi. Room mein sirf unki awaaz—*slap slap* of skin, Mona ki moans, Vikram ki heavy breathing.

*"Yes... yes... oh my god..."* Mona ke words toot rahe the. *"Vikram... I... I'm..."*

*"Come on,"* Vikram ne kaha, thrusts tez karte hue. *"Mere saath. Abhi."*

Mona ki body stiff hui. Ek loud moan. Woh climax pe thi. Vikram ne bhi apna release liya. Dono saath mein. Hard. Intense.

Mona Vikram ke upar gir gayi. Exhausted. Vikram ne usse side mein kiya. Dono side by side. Ceiling dekhte hue. Saans tez. Paseena.

Kuch minutes kuch nahi kaha. Sirf saans.

Phir Vikram ne apna haath badhaya. Mona's breast pe rakha. Soft squeeze.

*"Round 2?"* usne kaha, cheerful, playful.

Mona ne uski taraf dekha. Exhausted. Satisfied. Thodi smile.

*"Tum paagal ho,"* usne kaha, weakly.

*"Haan,"* Vikram ne kaha, uske nipple pe finger se circle karte hue. *"Aur abhi toh shuruat hai, Mrs. Bhatia. Poora weekend baaki hai."*

Mona ne sir pillow mein dabaya. *"Oh god."*

Vikram ne muskurate hue uske baal pe kiss kiya.

**End of Alwar chapter**

 

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Chapter 40: Friction between brothers

Jaipur
Monday, 11:30 AM
Rajat's Perspective

Rajat apne office cabin mein baitha tha. Laptop khula tha, lekin uski nazar screen pe nahi thi. Kahi door thi—resort ki yaadon mein, Bhabhi ki pics mein, uske messages mein.

**Sunday, Flashback:**

Resort se nikalte waqt carefully, dheere se, usne do dresses Pooja Bhabhi ke bag mein rakh di thi. Unki "gift." Phir subah hi message kar diya—Payal ki pic, lingerie mein. Stunning.

Ghar aaye. Rest kar rahe the. Pata chala Bhaiya Delhi se nikal chuke hain, shaam tak pahunchenge.

Pehli pic aayi. Pehli dress. Deep neckline. Lekin Bhabhi ne elegantly apne baal aage kar liye thay, view cover kar diya. Phir bhi gorgeous. Usne bas "wow" reply kiya.

Thodi der baad, dusri pic. Backless dress. Neeche message: *"I am wearing this for your Bhaiya tonight, thanks Rajat."*

Sach kadwa tha—woh Sumit ki wife thi. Uska Bhaiya. Lekin usne himmat jutayi. Reply kiya: *"Every view is for Bhaiya only."*

Shaam ko phir message. Bhabhi ne orange saree pehni thi din mein. Pic mein woh petticoat aur blouse mein thi. Pehla button khula, lovely cleavage. Message: *"Happy now, Devarji?"*

Rajat ka dil tez dhadak raha tha. Reply kiya: *"I want to see more."*

Phir khamoshi. Kuch ghante. Raat ko Rajat bed pe tha, soch raha tha—Bhaiya Bhabhi apne bed pe. Uske andar jealousy aur excitement ka weird mix.

Phir message aaya. Koi pic nahi. Sirf words: *"RASHMI... you know the game by now."*

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**Ab, Monday 11:30 AM:**

Rajat ne pen pakda, table pe tap tap kiya. *Rashmi.* Woh naam usne pehle bhi suna tha. Sumit Bhaiya ki... side piece. Almost sure tha ki Bhaiya ka Rashmi ke saath affair chal raha hai.

*You know the game by now.*

Kaisa game? Payal ke saath jo hua tha—kya wohi game tha? Bhabhi use challenge kar rahi thi? Lekin kyun?

Rajat ne socha—*Rashmi.* Agar woh Bhaiya ki side piece thi, aur Bhabhi use... suggest kar rahi thi? Kya woh keh rahi thi ki jaake conquer karo? Take what is his?

*Let the game begin,* usne socha, muskurate hue.

Usse nahi pata tha ki woh Pooja Bhabhi ka pawn tha. Usse nahi pata tha ki Bhabhi usse strings se control kar rahi thi. Usse bas yeh pata tha—ek opportunity thi. Rashmi. Bhaiya ki favorite. Aur agar woh usse le sake...

 

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Chapter 40: Friction between brothers

Jaipur
Monday, 1:30 PM, Khanna Residence
Sumit's Perspective

Sumit ne apni coffee ka sip liya. Laptop khula tha, lekin uski nazar screen pe nahi thi. Kahi door thi—Gurgaon ki yaadon mein, Archie ke saath bitaye hue moments mein.

**Flashback:**

Saturday. Gurgaon flats. Teen rounds. Archie abhi bhi so rahi hogi, rest kar rahi hogi. *Maine usse itna zyada kiya,* usne socha, muskurate hue. *Do-tin din lagegi recover karne mein.*

Sunday subah, mother-in-law se jhooth bola—*"Tabiyat theek lag rahi hai, office mein kaam zyada hai."* Breakfast ke baad nikla. Mira wahan thi, join kar rahi thi. Archie so rahi thi. *Resting,* usne socha. *After how I rammed her.*

Shaam ko Jaipur pahuncha. Ghar. Apna kingdom.

Raat ko Pooja. Woh backless dress mein, jo usne gift kaha tha—*"Aapke liye laayi hoon."* Oh Pooja, kitna pyaar karti hai, kitna dhyan rakhti hai meri needs ka.

Do passionate rounds. Drained. Do din ki steamy sex ke baad—pehle Archie, ab Pooja. *Kya man chahiye aadmi ko Pooja jaisi wife ke alawa?*

Makeout ke dauraan Pooja ne bataya—*"Tuesday evening Mumbai ja rahi hoon, Siya saath hai. Mona Thursday ko join karegi. Saturday evening wapas aaungi aapko sambhalne."*

Phir woh baat. Picnic ki. *"Rajat aur Payal bahut close the. Flirting, kissing."*

Payal. Siya ki best friend.

*Rajat ka side chick,* Sumit ne socha, proud feel karte hue. *Good boy. Player ban raha hai mere jaisa.*

Lekin...

*Maine sacrifice kiya tha Mira ke liye. Meri saali. Mera haq. Delhi mein usse chhod diya tujhe de diya. Aur tune?*

Mira family hai. Lekin Payal? *Fair game.* Young fire. Dono brothers share kar sakte hain.

Pooja ne request ki thi—*"Mon-Tue ghar se kaam karo, saath mein time spend karein."* Usne oblige kiya tha.

Ab, workstation se glance kiya. Siya aur Payal college se aaye hue the. Usne Payal ko head se toe tak check kiya. Archie se bhi chhoti hai. *It will be too much fun.* Uske "milkies"—perfect for his "4 tests."

Pooja aur Siya weekdays mein gayi hui hain. Yeh uska time tha. Strike karne ka.

*Game on,* usne socha, coffee ka mug table pe rakhte hue.

 

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Chapter 40: Friction between brothers (Bonus Part)

Monday, 5 PM
Delhi
Vikram's Perspective

Vikram bed pe baitha tha, phone haath mein. Instagram profile khuli thi. Archie ki.

*Archie.* Uski youngest cousin saali. Sexy diva.

Vikram ne socha—*Pooja.* Woh "bloodlust" se bhar gayi thi. Usne Siya ka promise kiya tha, lekin woh aur Siya dono Jaipur mein hain. Pehle hi ek fake trip Honey ko bataya tha, doosra abhi time lega. Pooja ne kaha tha is week ke baad aao, woh Mumbai ja rahi hain.

*Jaipur bahut door hai,* usne socha. *Mujhe abhi kuch chahiye.*

Aur Archie? Woh yahin thi. Delhi mein. Right here.

*Mira.* Pixie cut, confident office attire. Vikram ne kabhi approach nahi kiya tha. Apni behenon ki tarah hot thi, lekin kabhi right signals nahi mile. Lekin Archie?

*Woh inner slut thi.* Vikram padh sakta tha. Uske private profile ki har pic, ek se badhkar ek. Short clothes mein ghoomna, mardon ko tease karna. Vikram added tha—of course, cousin Jiju.

Aur ab? *Jiju wants his right.*

Cautious khelna hoga. Agar Pooja ko hint mila toh Siya bhi haath se jaayegi, Archie bhi. Bahut kuch stake pe hai.

Lekin woh pro player tha. Pooja ko bhi usne isi umar mein apna banaya tha—jab woh Archie jitni thi. Toh kyun nahi?

*Let's plan ahead,* usne socha, Archie ki latest pic ko zoom karte hue. Short skirt, legs crossed, that teasing smile.

*Game on, Archie. Jiju aa raha hai.*

 

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Chapter 41: Breadcrumbing (Part 1)

**Tuesday, 1 PM**
**Khanna Office, City Business Hub, Jaipur**
**Narrator Perspective**

Ek cheez thi jo Sumit ke liye sex ke barabar passionate thi—uska business. Uska success. Uska clout. Yahi uski personality thi.

MBA ke dauraan hi usne family business join kar liya tha. Phir synergically—jaise businessman kehte hain—usne aur Mr. Khanna ne duties divide kar liye. Mr. Khanna industrial area ke factory mein production sambhalte. Sumit city center ke corporate office mein—clients, suppliers, aur woh sab jo "networking" ke naam pe hota tha.

Jab usse pata chala ki office ab uska hai, usne time spend kiya. Doston se references liye. Aur phir Rashmi ko appoint kiya apni secretary.

Rashmi ki 3 primary duties thi:
- **a)** Hot dikhna, office ka temperature aur spirits up rakhna
- **b)** Jaldi disappear ho jaana jab Mr. Khanna office aayein
- **c)** Sabse important—Sumit ki "needs" ka khayal rakhna




Woh teeno mein expert thi. Aur ab woh personal shopper bhi ban gayi thi—Sumit aur Rajat dono ke liye.

Rajat, doosri taraf, business mein utna interested nahi tha. Lekin MBA ke baad koi choice nahi tha. Sumit chahta tha ki woh production seekhe jab dad retire honge. Lekin Rajat ne city office choose kiya—taaki din mein malls aur lounges pe escape kar sake. Office mein bhi usne Dad ka cabin le liya, jo Sumit ne respect mein kabhi nahi kiya tha.

Lekin abhi, is waqt, Rajat Rashmi ki desk pe tha. Flirting kar raha tha—as per his plan, his task.

*"You have amazing choice Rashmi,"* usne kaha, leaning in slightly. *"All the gifts you brought for me, my girlfriends loved them."*

"GFs" pe zor diya—showing what a stud he was. Aur secretly, uski nazar Rashmi ki tight blouse ke andar jhaank rahi thi.

Rashmi jaanti thi uski nazar kahan hai. Woh rich bad boys ke game mein bahut experienced thi. Uski smile mein woh knowing tha—*main dekh rahi hoon, lekin pretend kar rahi hoon ki nahi dekh rahi.*

Rashmi ko asli dominance Sumit ki pasand thi. Woh ek "inner bitch" thi. Sumit business finances control karta tha, aur uske paas leverage tha. Woh married tha. Rajat ke saath? Na woh dominance thi, na leverage.

Lekin office whispers mein uski image badal rahi thi—"Sumit ki personal slut." Woh reputation usse uncomfortable karti thi. Rajat ke saath visibility yeh change kar sakti thi. Aur end of day pe, woh bhi business heir tha.

Usne apni awaaz mein sugar milaya. *"Thanks Boss,"* usne kaha, eyelashes flutter karte hue. *"You take good care of your GFs."*

Rajat muskuraya. *"Oh I do. But thing is, now I want to make few more purchases. More intimate. I want you to come along with me. To guide me."*

Rashmi ne pehchaan liya—yeh date tha. Aur usse zyada. Sumit office mein nahi tha. Woh punish nahi hogi iske liye.

Usne muskurate hue reply kiya. *"Sure Rajat. Let's go to mall at 5 PM."*

Breadcrumbing shuru ho gayi thi.

 

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Chapter 41: Breadcrumbing (Part 2)

Jaipur, Wednesday
Payal's Perspective

Her Inner Thoughts

Saturday night resort ke baad... woh raat... Sumit ke saath... main hostel mein poora din so rahi thi. Body dard kar rahi thi. Sweet pain. Aisa dard jo yaad dilata hai kya hua tha.

Monday ko Khanna house wapas aayi. Rajat office chala gaya tha. Lekin Siya... usme kuch tha. Distant. Cold. Usse shak tha mujhpe. Mujhe pata tha. Late tak rukne ka excuse diya, usne jaldi mana kar diya.

Phir Tuesday. Waise bhi woh meri best friend thi, aur ab woh Mumbai ja rahi thi kuch din ke liye. Toh main ghar bhi nahi aa sakti thi—no Siya, no Rajat. Alag plan karna padega Rajat ke saath. Lekin aaj bye kehne aayi, Siya abhi bhi cold thi.

Confused thi. Chalne ka plan kar rahi thi. Tabhi achanak... Sumit Bhaiya wahan the. Stunning lag rahe the. Pleasant awaaz mein bole:

*"Pooja is taking Siya on a holiday. I also wanted to do something special for her. You are her bestie, you must know her taste. Can you please meet me at XYZ Mall tomorrow at 1 PM?"*

Aaj Wednesday tha. Sumit Bhaiya ne mall bulaya tha. Date thi yeh? Nahi silly, woh married hain. Us cunning bitch se. Lekin phir kya pehnoon? Mujhe pata nahi tha. Lekin mera haath automatically gayi—hot pants aur crop top.

Mall pahunchi. 10 minute wait kiya. Wahan the woh—crisp formals, sunglasses. Aaye. *"Thanks Dear, for coming. Have you eaten anything? Let's come grab coffee."*

Well behaved. Composed. Lekin main mehsoos kar sakti thi uski nazar. Mujhe check kar rahe the. Lekin uski kya galti thi? Maine hi choose kiya tha flaunt karne ka apni skin.

Third floor pe ABC jewellery shop thi. Intimate jewellery ke liye famous. Doosri shops ki tarah brightly lit nahi. Dim blue lights. Cosy vibe.

Presentation booth pe baithe. Chhota sofa. Sumit comfortably mere paas baith gaye—jaise yeh normal ho.

Salesperson pendants dikha raha tha. Beautiful. Pretty expensive. Agar Sumit mujhe apne riches se impress karna chah rahe the, toh achha kaam kiya.

Maine ek-ek pehna. *"Siya pe kaisa lagega?"* Interaction mein chit chat, jokes. Aur uska haath... dheere se... mere waist pe aa gaya.

Maine gold moon star pendant pehna. Sumit ne kaha: *"This is looking perfect on you. Like it's meant for you. You must have it."*

Casually salesperson ki taraf gaye. *"This one we are taking for the diva. You keep showing more for my sister."*

Aur isi ek sweep mein... Sumit ne mujhe jeet liya.