When Shadows Whisper
When Shadows Whisper
Two or three days later, Suman told Priya she was going to Hal**r for a day. She'd vowed to feed priests there after Ajay and Priya's wedding. Anamika and Vijay were going too.
"Father-in-law can't come because of market work," Suman said. "But Aunt's here, so she'll take care of everything. Don't worry."
"It's just one day, Mom," Priya said. "No problem. Safe trip."
The next day, Suman left for Hal**r, set to return in a day. That evening, Aunt pampered Priya, not letting her do any work. She made Priya's favourite food, and at night, Priya went to her room to sleep.
Like every night, her call with Ajay ended past midnight, but she couldn't sleep. She saw that her water bottle was empty, so she went downstairs to fill it. It wasn't her first late-night water trip—the staircase light, also a courtyard nightlight, was always on.
Priya tiptoed downstairs and was about to fill her bottle when she heard laughter from Aunt's room. Who's there this late? she thought. Peeking from a distance, she saw Aunt's door slightly open. Aunt was standing by the bed, and a man was lying on it, legs spread. Their words weren't super clear, but she could understand them. When she heard the man's voice, she was shocked—it was her Father-in-law.
"You act so good around Suman," Aunt said, "and the moment she's gone…"
"You're not so pure either," Father-in-law said. "Even when she's here, you sneak over and grab my dick."
"What can I do? Your brother's not here," Aunt said. "If he were, he'd pound me like a beast."
"Come here," the Father-in-law said. "I'll pound you like a beast tonight."
"Don't make noise," Aunt said. "If the daughter-in-law hears, we're in trouble."
"Let her hear," the Father-in-law said. "Here, put on this bra and panties."
"Whose are these? They look small," Aunt said.
"Think whose? I had to sneak them from her room," Father-in-law said.
"The daughter-in-law's? You're too much," Aunt said. "These won't fit—mine are four sizes bigger."
"Make it fit, I wanna see," the Father-in-law said.
Priya stood outside, in total shock. A few days ago, a bra and panties of hers went missing—she thought she'd lost them. But Aunt and Father-in-law? Aunt took off her clothes and somehow put on Priya's bra and panties. The panties were like a tiny bikini on her, and the bra took hard pulling to close.
"You look so good in those," Father-in-law said. "Come here, suck my dick now."
"You picturing Priya now?" Aunt said. "She's not easy, I'm telling you. She's a straight girl, not like me."
"No, someone else has their eye on Priya," the Father-in-law said. "Let their game play out."
"Who's got their eye on her?" Aunt asked.
"Forget that, come suck my dick," Father-in-law said.
Aunt got on the bed, and Priya couldn't see much, just soft sounds. Her legs were shaking. She left the bottle, went upstairs quietly, and locked her room. Her mind was racing with questions. Does anyone know about Aunt and Father-in-law? Should I tell Mom? Ajay? My sister-in-law? Who was Father-in-law talking about? While thinking, someone knocked softly on her door.
She freaked out, thinking Aunt or Father-in-law saw her. Another soft knock. Scared, she opened the door—it was Daksh. She felt alive again with relief.
"What's up?" she asked.
"You're still awake?" Daksh said. "I saw you come upstairs, so I knew you were up. I can't sleep either, so I thought…"
Daksh was talking outside, and Priya worried the sound would carry downstairs. She grabbed his hand, pulled him in, and shut the door. She didn't want anyone to know she was awake.
"Shh, talk quieter," she said.
"What's wrong?" Daksh asked.
Priya wondered if Daksh knew about his mom and Father-in-law. His innocent face said no, and she didn't want to upset him. Normally, she'd never let Daksh in her room this late, but after what she heard, his being there calmed her down.
"Nothing, everyone's asleep, and you're talking loud," she said.
"Okay, but you're up," Daksh said.
"Yeah, I was gonna sleep," Priya said.
"Alright, I'll go," Daksh said.
"Wait, stay a bit, if you're not in a hurry," Priya said.
"Hmm, okay. No college tomorrow," Daksh said.
"So, what happened after that day?" Priya asked. "Neelam text you?"
"How'd you know she texted?" Daksh grinned.
"I just knew," Priya said. "Tell her to meet, then say you broke up, that the girl likes someone else."
"You've got all the ideas," Daksh said. "What if I don't wanna break up with that girl?"
"What girl? Me, pretending for you?" Priya laughed.
"Yeah, but what if I keep her as my girlfriend?" Daksh said, staring.
Priya frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Bhabhi, I love—" Daksh started.
"Daksh, don't say it," Priya cut in, panicking.
"But why, Bhabhi? I think about you all the time. After that day, I'm sure—"
"I'm your sister-in-law," Priya said. "Respect that."
"With all respect, Bhabhi, you know Ajay's wrong for you," Daksh said.
Priya got angry. "Daksh, I don't know that. Get out."
"Bhabhi, I'll go, but I want one kiss. Just one," Daksh said.
"Are you crazy? A kiss?" Priya said.
"Bhabhi, that cheek kiss drove me crazy. One more, and I'm gone," Daksh said.
Daksh grabbed her hands. Normally, Priya would've yelled, but with what was happening downstairs, she didn't want noise. His touch made her feel a little soft inside.
"Please, just one kiss," Daksh said.
Priya looked at him, her eyes kinda saying okay. Daksh held her face, kissed her cheek, then suddenly kissed her lips. His hands moved down her back. Priya didn't expect a lip kiss, but she got swept up, kissing him back.
When Daksh's hands started grabbing her butt, Priya pushed him back. She knew if she didn't stop, things could go too far.
"We said a kiss, and that's done. Go," she said.
"Just a bit more, please," Daksh said.
"Daksh! Get out before I scream," Priya said.
Daksh left, not wanting to. Priya locked the door, her whole body shaking. She turned off the light, got under the blanket, and tried to sleep.
Now, I'll begin rewriting from this line in perfect English. The next morning, when Priya opened her eyes, the memories of the previous night came flooding back — both the kiss and what followed. Guilt washed over her as she cursed herself for letting it happen with Daksh. Slowly, nervously, she opened the door to her room.
She didn't want to face anyone, not after what had happened. But the moment she heard her aunt Suman's voice from downstairs, a strange comfort filled her chest. Priya rushed down and hugged her tightly, unable to hold back the tears.
"What's wrong, dear? Why are you crying like this?" Suman asked gently, worried.
"Nothing… I just missed you a lot," Priya replied, wiping her tears.
Suman smiled warmly. "I was only gone for a day, you silly girl."
Everything around her seemed normal on the surface — her aunt, her father-in-law, her mother-in-law — all were back to their usual routines. But inside Priya, a storm had begun to rise.
Tears at the Doorstep
It had been six weeks since Ajay had left, and Priya had had enough. She didn't want to stay in this house anymore. That morning, she called Ajay and reminded him of the promise he had made — that he would take her with him after two months.
Ajay sounded reassuring. He told her he had already rented a flat and would come to pick her up next week.
That was all Priya needed to hear. Relief poured through her. After last night, she couldn't stay in this house a moment longer. If Ajay hadn't come for her, she might've gone back to her parents' home instead. With a little spark of hope, she began packing her bags.
She tried hard to push away the incident with her in-laws, especially her aunt and father-in-law, but now that she had started seeing them from a different perspective, certain things were beginning to feel painfully clear.
The following week passed in silence between her and Daksh. They both kept their distance. Daksh would come home from college and go straight into his room. One day, her aunt even joked, "Looks like our dear brother-in-law and sister-in-law had a big fight this time!"
Priya simply smiled and brushed it off.
One day before she was supposed to leave, she found herself standing outside Daksh's room. She hesitated… then lightly knocked.
"Come in," Daksh said from inside.
"Are you busy?" she asked softly.
"No, not really."
"You don't come downstairs these days… Are you upset with me?"
"No. Who am I to be upset?" Daksh replied coldly.
"Don't say that. You have every right to feel upset. I'm leaving for Luck**w tomorrow," she said quietly.
"I know."
"I spoke to Neelam the other day. She seems like a nice girl. Keep me updated about her, okay?"
"Why should I?" he replied. "Why do you care?"
His distant tone broke something in Priya. Tears welled up in her eyes and began falling silently as she stood there, sniffling. The sight of her crying softened Daksh's heart. Without a word, he walked over and gently hugged her.
"I'm sorry… I think I said too much," he whispered.
"You did," she said, barely audible.
"Please don't go… I don't know how I'll live without you," he confessed.
Priya pulled away slightly, wiping her tears. "Don't start all that again. Let's just be friends, Daksh… Can we be that?"
He said nothing.
Then, gently, she pulled him down and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
"That's my parting gift to you… as a friend," she said, and walked out of the room.
The next morning, Ajay arrived. He had to take Priya back to Luck***w the same day. Everyone was emotional about her leaving. Her in-laws came to the train station to see her off.
Priya sat by the window, waving goodbye. But her eyes stopped at one face — Daksh stood a little behind the others. And for the first time, she saw a tear in his eye.
As the train began to move, Priya left behind not just a house, but a storm of memories. Ahead of her was a new city, a new life.
Those past two months had changed her. She was more mature now. But what was coming next… she wasn't ready for that.
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Stranger in a New City
About 7–8 hours later, the train finally pulled into Luck**w. The station was crowded beyond anything Priya had ever seen. It almost overwhelmed her. She gripped her bag tightly and followed Ajay through the crowd, struggling to keep up. As they made their way toward the exit, she couldn't help but notice that many eyes were following her, staring.
It was late evening when they finally got a taxi and reached their new apartment building. It was a 10-storey tower in a modern gated society, with their flat on the 6th floor. A security guard standing at the entrance saluted Ajay with a smile.
Priya, though tired, felt a surge of excitement. The moment they entered the flat, she began exploring every corner. It was a small two-bedroom unit with a cosy living room, a compact kitchen, and a balcony that overlooked the entrance to the building.
Compared to Ajay's family home in Gha**ur, this place was smaller — but to Priya, it felt like the beginning of something new.
Later, after freshening up and changing into comfortable clothes, the two of them lay down together on the bed. Their bodies nestled close, and they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
The next day was Sunday. They both slept in. When Priya finally got up, she stepped out onto the balcony to take in the morning view. In the adjoining balcony, she noticed a girl casually smoking a cigarette. Priya smiled and gave her a soft "Hi," but the girl didn't respond — she just kept smoking, lost in her world.
Shrugging it off, Priya went back inside and sat beside Ajay. She kissed his cheek gently to wake him up. Ajay slowly opened his eyes and pulled her into a hug. They kissed again, holding each other lazily for a few moments.
But even in that moment, a flicker of Daksh's kiss flashed in Priya's mind. She pushed it away instantly — she had promised herself never to speak of it again.
Ajay stretched and said, "Listen, Raj is coming over today. He's bringing some of my stuff. You remember him — the guy I used to share a flat with during work."
"Oh, okay. That's fine," Priya said. "I'll make lunch for him."
"He might come around noon or so. But for now, we still have some time to enjoy each other," he teased.
"It's already 11," she laughed. "Let me get started. I've never handled the kitchen alone before — it'll take time."
Priya rushed to the kitchen and began prepping ingredients. A couple of hours later, they were both showered and dressed. Priya wore a soft blue kurti — simple, yet elegant — and looked effortlessly beautiful.
Around 2 PM, the doorbell rang.
"Hope I'm not disturbing anything," Raj said with a grin, holding a cardboard box. "Here's the last of your stuff, man."
"Thanks, bro. Come in!" Ajay smiled, taking the box. "Priya, this is Raj."
"Hello, nice to meet you," Priya said politely.
"Namaste, sister-in-law!" Raj said warmly.
The word "sister-in-law" hit her unexpectedly. She gave a polite smile, but inside, it felt strange. Just yesterday, she had left behind someone who called her that with teary eyes. And now, here was another. She wasn't ready to hear that word again so soon.
As they all sat down and chatted, Raj continued to address her as "sister-in-law." After some time, Priya leaned forward.
"Raj… can I ask you something?"
"Of course, anything."
"What's your age?"
Ajay looked at her, slightly surprised.
"I'm 24. Why?" Raj asked, curious.
Priya smiled. "Then we're almost the same age. So… please don't call me sister-in-law. Just Priya is fine. That word makes me feel like I'm a thirty-year-old aunt."
Raj laughed. "No problem, Priya. But only if you stop calling me 'Raj bhaiya' or anything formal like that."
"Deal."
There was a comfortable pause, and then Raj said, "By the way… can I say something? Don't take it the wrong way — I mean it genuinely."
"Sure, go ahead."
"You look even more beautiful in real life than in your pictures. And your voice… It's much sweeter in person."
"My voice?" she asked, confused.
"Yeah. I've heard it before — over the phone. You and Ajay used to talk at night, and sometimes he'd have the speaker on while we were working."
Priya's eyes widened. "Speaker?!"
Ajay jumped in quickly. "Only sometimes, not all the time. When we were working late and she'd call. Nothing private."
But Priya remembered how she sometimes playfully teased Ajay during those late-night calls. Sometimes her tone became… flirtatious, even a little bold. The thought that someone else might've heard that made her cheeks burn with anger and embarrassment.
She shot Ajay a sharp look, but before she could say anything, Raj gently said, "Hey, don't worry. I didn't hear anything inappropriate. And please… don't beat him up later."
Priya let out a nervous laugh. She didn't respond, but she appreciated Raj's easygoing nature.
After a couple of hours, Raj left.
Later, Priya found herself thinking about the girl on the balcony again — the one smoking earlier that morning. She turned to Ajay and asked,
"Who lives next door to us? I saw a girl earlier on the balcony."
Stranger in a New City
Ajay said, "I don't know who she is. But yeah, stay away from her."
"Why?" Priya asked.
"She seems kinda characterless," Ajay said.
"Why's that?" Priya asked.
"I've seen lots of guys coming to her flat," Ajay said. "Forget her, let's talk about us. Come on, let's go to the bedroom."
"No, you're still in trouble," Priya said. "It's worse now—you told Raj our stuff. It was so embarrassing in front of him."
"Sorry, babe," Ajay said. "Come here, please."
Ajay tried to grab Priya, and she dodged him. Finally, he caught her and took her to the bedroom, holding her from behind. Ajay quickly took off their clothes. It was their first time doing this in the daytime, so they could see each other's bodies.
They lay together, completely naked, with a light blanket over them. Ajay saw how fair Priya's body was without clothes—her breasts, thighs, and back, all soft like butter. Her skin glowed in the daylight, smooth and flawless, with a slight flush on her cheeks. He put his face between her breasts, kissing the soft skin, sucking gently on her nipples, which hardened under his touch. His hands slid under her, gripping her waist, then moving to her hips, squeezing lightly. Priya was eager after so long, her hands running through Ajay's hair, pulling him closer. Her breaths came faster, her body warm and tingling. She saw Ajay's penis for the first time. It wasn't big, maybe 4-5 inches, and not as thick as she'd imagined. She'd seen much bigger ones in adult videos and thought everyone's was like that.
Ajay kissed down her neck, his lips trailing to her collarbone, then back to her breasts, teasing her with slow licks. Priya arched her back slightly, wanting more, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He spread her thighs gently, positioning himself. His penis brushed against her, and she tensed for a moment, then relaxed as he entered her slowly. The sensation was warm, familiar, but not overwhelming. Ajay started thrusting, his movements quick and uneven, his breaths heavy. Priya moved with him, trying to match his rhythm, her hands clutching his back. Her body responded, but her mind wandered—she wanted something deeper, more intense. After a few minutes, Ajay's thrusts got faster, his grip tightening. He groaned softly, then came, his body shuddering as he released inside her. He slowed, panting, and lay on her, tired, his legs draped over hers. Priya held him, her body still humming, waiting, like something else was supposed to happen. Her pleasure lingered just out of reach, unfulfilled. Ajay fell asleep soon, his weight heavy on her. Priya dozed off too, a faint ache in her chest.
When she woke, it was night, and loud noises came from the next flat. Listening closely, she realised they were sex sounds, like in adult videos—moans, gasps, the rhythmic creak of a bed. She thought, I've never made noises that loud during sex. What happens to make those sounds?
The next morning, Ajay had to go to work, so Priya got up early and made his food. Ajay rushed to the office, and Priya did chores, talking to her sister-in-law, mom, and Suman. She waited for Ajay, who got home by 7 p.m. After dinner, they made love a bit in bed and slept.
For the next two weeks, this was their routine. Sometimes Ajay was late or tired, so no sex, just a kiss before sleep. But the next flat's sex noises came at least 3-4 times a week. Ajay's only day off, Sunday, went to chores and shopping. Priya started feeling bored.
When alone, Priya sometimes thought of Daksh. She messaged him once or twice, but got no reply. Two weeks later, after Ajay left for work, Priya decided to get out and went to the society's garden downstairs. She saw the security guard and some people. Back upstairs, she couldn't find her house key. She searched, stressed, but it was gone.
Then the next flat's door opened, and a girl saw Priya looking upset.
"What's wrong? Need help?" she asked.
"No, I just can't find my key," Priya said.
"Oh, okay. What'll you do?" the girl asked.
"Call my husband or wait, I guess," Priya said. "He'll get mad if I call."
"You can wait at my place," the girl said.
Priya had seen her smoking on the balcony daily, but never talked. With the sex noises and Ajay's comments, she'd assumed bad things about her.
"No, it's fine, I'll wait outside," Priya said.
"It's getting cold," the girl said. "Come in, we'll have tea."
Priya went in reluctantly. The flat was different, nicely decorated.
"By the way, I'm Mannu," the girl said. "You?"
"Priya," she said.
After some hesitation, they started talking comfortably. Priya didn't feel like Mannu was bad. Mannu was her height, slim but curvy, in a stylish kurti. Her face looked mature, maybe 30. She didn't seem married, so Priya had questions about the noises, but she hesitated. Mannu brought it up.
"You must've heard stuff about me from your husband or someone here, right?" Mannu said.
"No, I don't know anyone here," Priya said.
"Then why didn't you want to come in?" Mannu said. "Your face says it all. Work on hiding it."
Priya got brave. "You don't seem married, but I hear noises from your flat."
Mannu laughed. "Oh, I didn't know they carried that far. I don't hear anything from your side."
Priya looked down.
"I know your question," Mannu said. "I'm not a call girl. I have friends who visit, and I enjoy being with them. Sex is for fun, right? You have fun with your husband, don't you? Or maybe not?"
Before Priya could reply, the security guard called—her key was found downstairs. She ran to get it and went home.
After that day, Priya and Mannu started chatting regularly, their bond growing fast. By afternoon, they'd often plop down with tea in Mannu's stylish flat or Priya's cosy one, talking about everything—from daily chores to dreams they'd tucked away for years. In just a few days, Priya found herself opening up in ways she never had before. Mannu had this effortless way of making her feel safe, like she could spill her heart without fear of being judged.
For the first time, Priya shared the intimate details of her sex life—the quick, quiet moments with Ajay, the unspoken ache she couldn't name. Mannu listened, her eyes kind but sharp, like she could see right into the part of Priya that even she hadn't fully explored.
Mannu was like a walking encyclopedia of passion, tossing out tips that made Priya's cheeks burn. Some were wild things Priya couldn't even picture herself trying, like toys or blindfolds. Others, though, sparked a curious flutter in her chest.
One afternoon, as they sipped chai, Mannu leaned in, her voice low and mischievous.
"You want to spice things up? Try roleplay. You and Ajay pretend to be strangers—a sexy doctor and patient, or maybe a mysterious couple meeting at a bar. Act it out, flirt, build the tension, then let it all explode in bed."
Priya nearly choked on her tea, her eyes wide.
"Roleplay? Like… acting? That sounds so weird!"
Mannu laughed, her voice warm but teasing.
"Trust me, it's hot. It's like stepping into a fantasy. You get to be someone else, but still you. It'll wake things up."
The idea felt bizarre, almost too bold for Priya's quiet world with Ajay. But that night, lying alone in bed, Mannu's words echoed louder than the silence around her. Priya's mind wandered—imagining herself as a confident stranger, dressed boldly, Ajay's eyes filled with surprise and hunger. The thought sent a shiver down her spine. Thrilling. Terrifying. But maybe... exactly what she needed.
Where Fantasy Begins, and Doubt Creeps In
The next day, while Ajay was at work, Priya grabbed her phone and fell into a rabbit hole of anonymous blogs, forums, and Reddit threads. "It felt like our first date again," one woman wrote. "We couldn't keep our hands off each other," said another. Priya's heart raced. Maybe Mannu was right. But convincing Ajay? That was a battle she wasn't sure she'd win.
That evening, after dinner, Priya's nerves buzzed as they sat on the couch. Ajay was scrolling through his phone, relaxed, unaware of the storm in her head.
She shifted slightly, tugging at her dupatta.
"So… I was thinking. Maybe we could try something new. In, um… the bedroom."
Ajay raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"New? Like what—hanging upside down from the fan?"
Priya gave him a look.
"I'm serious, Ajay. Don't make jokes."
He sat up straighter.
"Okay, okay. What do you mean?"
She hesitated.
"Like… roleplay. Pretending we're different people. Like a game… a sexy one."
Ajay stared at her for a beat, then burst out laughing, nearly spilling his tea.
"What, like I show up in a cape and you're the villain I have to seduce? Babe, come on!"
Her heart sank.
"It's not silly," she snapped, louder than intended. "I read about it. People do it. It makes things exciting."
Ajay paused, sensing her seriousness.
"Okay… but why? Things are fine, aren't they?"
That word again. Fine.
Priya looked away, her voice softer now.
"I just… want us to feel closer. Don't you ever miss that spark? The way it used to be in the beginning?"
Ajay ran a hand through his hair, unsure.
"I mean, yeah… but I didn't know you felt like this."
"Because you don't ask," she said quietly.
Then, after a pause:
"Do you even notice how fast it ends between us? Sometimes it feels like... like I'm just there. And you're already asleep."
Ajay looked stung, but not angry.
"Priya… I care about you. I do. I just don't want to feel like I'm not enough."
She reached for his hand.
"You are enough. But even enough can become routine. I want us to explore more. Together."
He sighed, conflicted.
"It's just… I don't know if I can act. What if it's awkward? What if we laugh halfway and ruin the mood?"
Priya smiled faintly.
"Then we laugh. But at least we're trying. At least we're not giving up on... whatever magic we still have."
The silence stretched, heavy and real.
Ajay finally nodded, slowly and unsure.
"Okay… maybe we can try. But no superhero capes."
Priya laughed, a soft sound full of relief.
"Deal. No capes."
But as she lay in bed that night, hope mixing with worry, one thought lingered—What if the spark she was looking for couldn't be found with Ajay at all? What if her desires were starting to wander?
And deep inside, a door creaked open—one that she never meant to touch.
That evening, after dinner, Priya's nerves were buzzing as they sat on the couch. Ajay was scrolling through his phone, relaxed, not knowing the storm in her head.
She shifted a bit, tugging at her dupatta.
"So… I was thinking. Maybe we could try something new. In, um… the bedroom."
Ajay raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"New? Like what—hanging upside down from the fan?"
Priya gave him a look.
"I'm serious, Ajay. Don't make jokes."
He sat up straighter.
"Okay, okay. What do you mean?"
She hesitated.
"Like… roleplay. Pretending we're different people. Like a game… a sexy one."
Ajay stared for a second, then burst out laughing.
"Man, that's such a weird idea. How do you just pretend to be someone else?"
Her heart sank.
"It's not silly," she said, her voice firmer now. "Let's try it, please. If you want, I can be someone else, some heroine or a girl you've always wanted."
Ajay paused, a flicker of seriousness on his face.
"No, nothing like that. If we're doing this, I'll be someone else, some guy who comes to your house and fucks you."
Priya had never heard Ajay use that word before. It sent a jolt of excitement through her, her body tingling with a mix of shock and desire. She felt her cheeks flush, but a daring spark ignited inside her.
She said softly, "Whatever you want." Like she'd turned her idea into his. Ajay's eyes lit up, and he was getting into it now.
"Okay, fine, I'm your husband's office friend who comes to your house and does everything with you," Ajay said, his voice low and suggestive.
Priya's stomach twisted. The idea was hers, but now it felt too real. Was Ajay thinking of someone specific? Raj? No way—she couldn't let herself imagine Raj or anyone she knew in this. But backing out now wasn't an option; the air was thick with anticipation, and her curiosity pushed her forward.
"How should I call you in the roleplay?" Priya asked, her voice barely steady.
Ajay thought for a bit. "Karan. Or Karan ji."
Priya let out a shaky breath, relieved it wasn't someone familiar. "Okay, that works."
Ajay stepped outside, fully committing to the act. When he came back as Karan, his whole vibe had changed—his walk was bolder, his shoulders squared, his eyes glinting with a cocky, predatory edge that made Priya's pulse race. She bit her lip to hide a nervous laugh but threw herself into the role, her heart pounding.
"Karan ji, what are you doing? This is wrong," Priya said, her voice soft but laced with a pretend fear that felt all too real.
"Let me do everything today, Priya," Ajay growled, his voice rough, stepping so close she could feel the heat radiating off him.
He grabbed her face and kissed her, not the gentle pecks she was used to but a fierce, hungry kiss that stole her breath. His lips pressed hard, his tongue pushing into her mouth, claiming her with an intensity that made her knees weak. Priya's moans slipped out unbidden, her body igniting as she gripped his shoulders, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. Ajay's hands roamed her body, rougher than ever, tugging at her kurti, his fingers grazing her skin with a possessive edge.
"Karan ji, please, we can't," she gasped, staying in character, but her voice trembled with raw desire. Ajay ignored her, lifting her with a strength that sent a thrill through her core. He carried her to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed with a force that made her gasp. Her heart raced as he loomed over her, his eyes dark with lust, pulling off her clothes with quick, desperate tugs. Her kurti hit the floor, followed by her leggings, leaving her in her bra and panties, her chest heaving.
Ajay's gaze raked over her, and for a moment, Priya felt exposed, vulnerable, but also powerful—his hunger was for her. He pinned her wrists above her head, his grip firm but not painful, and kissed her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Priya squirmed, her body arching toward him, a soft cry escaping her lips. He moved lower, his mouth finding her breasts, sucking through the thin fabric of her bra before yanking it down. His lips closed over her nipple, teasing with slow licks, then biting just hard enough to make her scream—a sharp mix of pain and pleasure that set her nerves on fire.
"Karan ji, slow down, it hurts," she pleaded, her voice shaking, but her hips betrayed her, grinding against him instinctively. Ajay's hands squeezed her breasts harder, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, sending waves of heat through her. Priya's screams grew louder, her body trembling as a molten need built between her thighs, like a volcano ready to erupt. She'd never felt this with Ajay—the raw, almost dangerous edge of his touch, the way he seemed to take her without hesitation.
He tore off his clothes, his dick already hard, standing at its full 4-5 inches. Priya's eyes flicked to it, her mind flashing to the bigger ones she'd seen in videos, but the sight of Ajay—Karan above her, his chest heaving, erased those thoughts. He spread her thighs, his fingers brushing her pussy, already wet and aching. She gasped as he teased her entrance, his touch deliberate, drawing out her need until she was practically begging.
"Karan ji, please," she whimpered, her roleplay protest melting into real desperation.
Ajay didn't wait. He thrust his dick into her pussy, hard and fast, filling her with a sudden jolt that made her cry out. His thrusts were relentless, each one deeper, his hips slamming against hers with a rhythm that shook the bed. Priya's nails dug into his back, her moans turning to screams as pleasure crashed over her, raw and overwhelming. She felt herself teetering on the edge, her body clenching around him, but Ajay's pace quickened, his breath ragged. With a low groan, he came, his cum spilling inside her, his body shuddering as he collapsed onto her.
Priya lay there, trembling, her body still pulsing with unspent desire. She'd never shaken like this after sex, her skin tingling, her heart racing like she'd run a marathon. But a quiet ache lingered—she hadn't reached that peak she'd craved, the one she'd heard in Mannu's flat. Ajay's quick finish left her wanting, even as her body hummed with the aftershocks of their intensity.
They lay tangled together, catching their breath, until they both started laughing, the absurdity of it all hitting them. "What the hell was that?" Priya giggled, her voice hoarse.
"Thank you, Ajay!" she said, curling into his chest.
"For what?" Ajay asked, brushing sweat-damp hair from her face.
"For listening to me, for doing this," Priya said, her voice soft with gratitude.
"Ajay? Nah, I'm Karan ji. Call me Karan ji," Ajay teased, grinning.
Priya blushed, hiding her face in his chest. "You're so dirty, Karan ji."
After that, for the next few weeks, they did roleplay on Saturday nights. Ajay would be a neighbour, Priya's boyfriend, a friend, or something else, and have sex with her. Though Ajay still came fast, the foreplay before gave Priya a lot of fun. She started liking her sex life more than before.
For the next 2-3 weeks, Ajay and Priya kept doing roleplay like this. Roleplay brought Ajay and Priya a bit closer. They had sex without roleplay, too, but Ajay finished quickly.
Priya had almost completed three months in Luck**w, and their six-month wedding anniversary was just a month away. Sometimes, on weekends, Raj would stop by for dinner, and the three of them would eat together. But even if she wanted to, Priya couldn't bring herself to invite Mannu over when Ajay was around.
One Sunday night, after an unusually long love-making session, they ended up sleeping late. The next morning, both of them overslept. Ajay rushed to get ready, while Priya packed his lunch. But in the morning chaos, Ajay forgot to take it with him.
Priya saw an opportunity—a perfect excuse to surprise him. She decided she would go to his bank and deliver the lunch personally. Maybe they could even sit and eat together.
She dressed carefully, wanting to look her best, and stepped outside to find an auto rickshaw. It was the first time she was leaving the society premises alone in Luck**w. When she was with Ajay, she never paid attention to directions or streets. Alone, she suddenly felt exposed—as if every eye on the street was watching her. Perhaps she had dressed a little too nicely.
As she sat in the auto, she noticed the driver frequently glancing at her through the rearview mirror. It made her uncomfortable, but she ignored it and focused on the purpose of her visit.
Finally, she reached Ajay's bank branch. It was large, sleek, and impressive. She asked the security guard for Ajay, who informed her that he was in a meeting but allowed her to wait by his desk. Priya sat there quietly, glancing around the office. Raj was nowhere in sight.
A few minutes later, Ajay emerged from the meeting room with two men. They were still deep in conversation when Ajay's eyes landed on her. A surprised smile spread across his face, and his manager's attention followed.
"Wow, Ajay," said the branch manager, Mr. Saxena, nudging him. "Looks like you've got a very beautiful customer waiting at your desk. Go approve her loan quickly."
Ajay gave an awkward smile. "Sir, I think that's my wife."
"Oh really? I didn't know that. Well then, come on, introduce us."
Ajay led both men toward her. "Priya, what a surprise! You should've called before coming. This is my boss, Mr. Saxena—our branch manager—and this is Mr. Karan Singh, a prominent businessman here in Luck**w."
Priya smiled and gave a polite nod. But the moment she heard the name "Karan," her breath hitched. That was the same name Ajay often used during their roleplay sessions. Her mind flashed back to the bedroom—the way he said, "Call me Karan ji."
She looked at this real-life Karan. He was around 5'10", well-built, in dark jeans and a stylish jacket, his eyes hidden behind expensive sunglasses. His face was sharply defined, with a neatly maintained beard. There was something magnetic about his presence.
By contrast, Mr. Saxena stood at about 5'8", with a protruding belly and a casual checkered shirt tucked into his pants.
"Hello, sir. Nice to meet you," Priya said.
"Mrs. Sharma, pleasure's all mine," Saxena replied warmly. "Ajay, you never told us your wife was this stunning."
Priya's cheeks turned a soft shade of pink.
"He's a hard-working man, your husband," Saxena added. "Just closed a big deal with Mr. Karan here."
Priya smiled again, stealing a glance at Karan—"Karan ji." The name echoed in her head, making her want to laugh and squirm at the same time.
"Yes, he's always busy at work," she replied. "Here's your lunch, Ajay. You forgot it at home."
Saxena chuckled. "Ajay, life exists outside the office, too. Especially with a beautiful new bride like yours. Mrs. Sharma, are you coming to the office party?"
"Party?" Priya asked.
"Oh no, Ajay didn't tell you?" Saxena turned to him. "Come on, man! It's our bank's annual party—a huge event, two weeks from now. Ajay, give me her number. I'll ask my wife to add her to the ladies' WhatsApp group. They're planning a dance performance."
"Oh, I love dancing," Priya said brightly. "That sounds wonderful."
"Great! Then I'll see you at the party," Saxena said before walking away with Karan.
Ajay turned to her. "Priya, how did you manage to come to the bank?"
"By auto. How else? And I'll go back the same way."
Overhearing this, Karan interjected, "Ma'am, my driver will drop you home. Auto's not safe for you."
Priya quickly responded, "No, sir, it's okay. I'll be fine."
But Karan insisted, "It's no trouble. I have to stay back for a while anyway. The driver will take you. Please."
He gestured to his driver, who came forward. Priya looked at Ajay, silently asking for his permission. Ajay nodded, and she stepped into the car.
Though she didn't know much about cars, she could tell this one was high-end. It was the most luxurious car she had ever sat in. The driver dropped her at the society gate.
That evening, after Ajay returned home, tension brewed between them.
"You could've at least told me you were coming to the bank," Ajay said, slightly irritated. "I would've managed lunch."
"It was supposed to be a surprise," Priya replied, crossing her arms. "I thought you'd be happy. And by the way, you didn't even ask if I wanted to eat lunch with you."
"You saw how busy I was. That deal with Karan was huge."
"Karan," Priya repeated, arching an eyebrow. "The same name you use in our roleplays? That's who you were pretending to be?"
Ajay looked flustered. "What? Don't be silly. That's just a coincidence."
"Really?" she said, arms still folded. "You try to act like him, you dress like him—and now that I've met the real one, I don't want 'Karan' in our bedroom ever again."
Her voice cracked slightly, a mixture of embarrassment and lingering awkwardness. "Do you even know how weird it felt hearing that name in public? I almost burst out laughing. It ruined everything."
Ajay said, "Come on, don't be like that. Fine, I've got more ideas," hugging Priya tight, his hands lingering on her waist.
"I don't want to hear any ideas," Priya said, crossing her arms, her voice firm but her eyes flickering with curiosity.
"Listen, it's new," Ajay said, his grin sly. "I'm a security guard who's been watching you from the gate, and when your husband leaves, I come up and fuck you dirty, like you're all mine."
"Ugh, that's so disgusting!" Priya said, her face scrunching up, but a nervous laugh escaped her.
"Argh, babe, agree to something! Not this, not that," Ajay said, flopping back on the couch, pretending to sulk.
"You're too much," Priya said, shaking her head, but a smile crept in. "I can't do the Karan thing again."
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Wife at the Bank, Guard at the Door
"Alright, then get ready for your guard, sir," Ajay said, his voice dropping to a teasing growl, his eyes glinting with challenge.
Priya burst out laughing, the tension breaking. For the next few days, after work, Ajay played the guard without sex, building the act. "Madam, your letter's here." "Madam, your package came." "Madam, you ordered these veggies?" "Madam, need any help around the house?" He'd linger at the door, his eyes scanning her, a smirk playing on his lips. When Priya said, "Thank you, sir," she'd laugh, but her body buzzed with excitement, her skin prickling under his gaze. She didn't know why this silly game got her so worked up, but she caught herself daydreaming about Saturday, her heart racing with anticipation.
Meanwhile, she got added to the party WhatsApp group, a chaotic chat with neighbours planning a big event. Everyone had to do a solo dance and a group dance to a ridiculous regional song that made her giggle. Priya was pumped—she'd been a star dancer in college, her moves smooth and bold. She spent evenings picking a sultry song for her solo, practising in front of the mirror, her hips swaying, her confidence growing. But Ajay's guard act kept creeping into her thoughts, making her blush. She texted Mannu about the party, and Mannu replied, "Show them who's boss, girl. And have fun with your man this weekend ." The winking emoji stirred Priya's nerves, tying her dance excitement to the looming roleplay.
Friday evening, Ajay came home late, tired but still playful. He dropped a line as he kicked off his shoes: "Madam, gate's secure for the night." Priya laughed, but her stomach fluttered. She lay awake that night, imagining the guard sneaking in, his hands on her, and woke up flushed, guilty for how much it thrilled her.
Saturday night came, and Ajay was ready. He stood at the door, slouching like a watchman, his shirt untucked, a cheap cap he'd grabbed from the closet tilted on his head. "Madam, is your husband home?" he asked, his voice low, gravelly, his eyes locked on hers.
"No, he's not," Priya said, her voice soft, her heart skipping as she leaned against the doorframe, playing along.
"I need to talk to you," Ajay said, stepping closer, his boots scuffing the floor, the sound amplifying the tension.
"Go ahead," Priya said, her pulse hammering, the air thick with anticipation.
"Madam, you're so beautiful, every day at the gate, I watch you," Ajay said, his voice raw, his hand brushing his stubbled jaw. "You remind me of my wife back in the village."
"Oh, sir? Really?" Priya said, raising an eyebrow, her voice teasing but shaky, her fingers twisting her dupatta.
"So, madam, can I touch your hand once? It'll make me feel close to her," Ajay said, his eyes pleading, but a sly glint betrayed his act.
"No, sir, what are you saying?" Priya said, her voice wavering, stepping back slightly, her back brushing the wall.
"Please, madam, just once. Think of it as my holiday bonus," Ajay said, stepping closer, his cologne mixing with the faint scent of sweat, making her dizzy.
"Fine, sir, just the hand, once," Priya said, relenting, her curiosity outweighing her nerves, her breath catching.
Ajay took her hand, his fingers rough against her soft skin, sending a jolt through her. Then, in a swift move, he pulled down his pants and underwear, guiding her hand to his dick. Priya gasped, her eyes wide, her heart pounding like a drum.
"Sir, what are you doing? I said just the hand!" Priya said, her voice a mix of pretend outrage and real shock, her cheeks burning red.
"Madam, you didn't say where I'd touch," Ajay said, his voice smug, a wicked grin spreading across his face, his eyes glinting with triumph.
Ajay's dick was soft but stirring, warm against her fingers. When Priya's hand brushed it, he groaned, his body tensing, his hips shifting slightly. Priya froze, her mind reeling—this was crazier than any roleplay they'd done. Ajay held her hand, guiding it slowly up and down his dick, his breaths heavy, his chest heaving under his shirt.
"Ahhh, madam ji, feels so damn good. Keep moving your hand," Ajay said, his voice rough, almost desperate, his free hand gripping the wall for support.
Priya's hand moved, her fingers trembling, and his dick grew harder, pulsing in her grip like it was alive. Her cheeks burned, her body reacting with a rush of heat, her pussy growing wet, the sensation shocking her. She caught her reflection in the nearby mirror—flushed, wide-eyed, gripping him—and it felt like she was someone else. "Sir, that's enough, I don't want to do more," Priya said, pulling back, but her voice trembled, her thighs pressing together instinctively.
"Madam, look, a watchman's dick in your hand. Bigger than your husband's, right?" Ajay said, his crude words making her hotter, her breath catching in her throat.
Ajay pressed her lips with one hand, parting them slightly, his thumb brushing her lower lip. "Madam, will you take my dick in your mouth?" he asked, his voice low, daring, his eyes searching hers.
Priya glared, anger flaring—they'd agreed she wouldn't do that. She yanked her hand away. "Ajay, no, I already said no!"
"Okay, fine, I'm not pushing, but don't call me Ajay now," Ajay said, his grin unfazed.
"Ahhh, madam, why'd you stop? You're such a hot piece," Ajay said, his voice dripping with lust, his hand sliding to her waist.
Ajay pushed her against the wall, the cold surface pressing into her back, his hands grabbing her ass, squeezing hard. Priya's ass was full and firm, and he dug his fingers in, groaning like he couldn't get enough. He kissed her, his lips rough, his tongue invading her mouth, his hands kneading her ass, pulling her hips against his hard dick. Priya's moans slipped out, her body arching into him, her hands gripping his shoulders despite her racing thoughts.
"Sir, stop, back off," Priya said, her voice shaky, pushing at his chest, her nails digging into his shirt.
"Madam, no backing off now. I'm gonna fuck you," Ajay said, his voice thick, his eyes burning with hunger.
He threw her over his shoulder, his arm strong around her thighs, carrying her to the bedroom. Priya gasped, shocked—this Ajay was wild, his usual softness gone. He dropped her on the bed, the mattress creaking, and climbed over her, his kisses hard, trailing down her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. This was his favourite position, but tonight it felt dangerous, her heart pounding like it might burst.
"Madam, since I saw you downstairs, I've wanted to fuck you. You're so tight, such a perfect piece," Ajay said, his voice filthy, his breath hot against her ear.
He tore her top, ripping it slightly, the sound sharp in the quiet room, and yanked down her leggings and panties, leaving her bare, her skin prickling. Priya's breaths were frantic, her body trembling. She pushed at him, trying to slow things down, but Ajay was like a wolf, his hands roaming her body, unstoppable. She squirmed, half-fighting, as he pulled her back, flipping her to her side, pinning her from behind. His hands squeezed her boobs hard, his fingers pinching her nipples, making her cry out, the sound echoing, pain and pleasure blurring.
"Ouch! Please, sir… Ajay… ahh!" Priya gasped, her voice breaking, her body arching into his touch.
Ajay lifted her leg, his fingers brushing her pussy, slick with need, the sensation making her gasp. He thrust his dick into her, hard and fast, filling her with a jolt that made her scream, the sound raw. "No, please, madam, enjoy," he grunted, his hips slamming against her, the bed creaking with each thrust. Priya's cries filled the room, her body shaking, pleasure crashing over her, her nails digging into the sheets, but she couldn't reach that peak. In a few thrusts, Ajay groaned, his cum spilling inside and over her thighs, his pace slowing as he collapsed, panting, his sweat mixing with hers.
Priya lay there, trembling, her body buzzing, tears in her eyes. It hadn't felt like Ajay—like a stranger had taken her, rough and unyielding. Her heart raced, fear and thrill warring inside her. She pushed him off, her legs shaky, and ran to the bathroom, locking the door. Under the light, she saw her reflection—flushed, hair tangled, a hickey on her neck, her thighs sticky. She cleaned herself, her hands trembling, guilt and desire twisting her heart.
Ajay lay on the bed, grinning, clearly thrilled, his chest heaving. When Priya came back, she said, "Ajay, what was that? I told you to stop!"
"Priya, it was just a game," Ajay said, smug, propping himself up. "I know you liked it. I felt how wet you were."
"No!" Priya snapped, her eyes blazing, tears spilling over. "It felt like you were forcing me. I don't want to do this again. I don't want to imagine a security guard doing this to me."
Priya stormed out, angry, collapsing on the living room couch. She wasn't fully mad at Ajay—she was mad at herself too. She'd started this, and worse, Ajay was right. Deep down, she'd felt a thrill, a dark excitement that scared her.
For two or three days, Priya didn't talk much to Ajay, still angry with him. Ajay tried to make up, but he came home late from work, so things didn't improve much. One evening, he left the office early and brought Raj home, knowing Priya wouldn't get mad in front of him. With Raj there, Priya tried to act normal, but her bad mood was obvious to him
to be continued....
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