Chapter 25: The Dark Invitation (Light 18)

Shalini knew she was running late for coaching class, but a strange fire burned inside her as she checked her reflection. Instead of her usual sober churidar, she had chosen a scandalously tight deep-blue kurti with a plunging neckline, hugging her breasts almost indecently, paired with black leggings that outlined every curve of her thighs and hips. Beneath, she wore a lacy half-cup bra that barely covered her nipples and left them peeking if she leaned forward.

Let them look, she thought, her pulse hammering, let them want.

She reached the small classroom area at the back of the house, where Ravi and Prayush were already waiting with their textbooks. Both boys glanced up, their gazes snapping to her neckline, to the slight swell of her cleavage, unable to hide their stunned, hungry stares.

Shalini stepped forward, letting the click of her heels fill the silence. She smelled of jasmine perfume, thick and heady, almost dizzying.

"Settle down," she said, her voice just a touch huskier than usual.

But Ravi's eyes were locked on her chest. Prayush shifted uncomfortably in his chair, unable to look away from the curve of her hips.

Shalini pretended to read a lesson plan but slowly bent forward, letting the loose edge of her kurti slip open to reveal more of the lacy bra. Both boys sucked in a breath, eyes wide.

"Any questions?" she teased, raising an eyebrow.

Neither of them could speak.

She moved between them, pretending to check their notes. As she leaned closer, the faint warm scent of her skin wrapped around their senses. Ravi's breathing grew ragged as Shalini's fingers brushed his hand.

"Ravi," she purred, "concentrate."

He gulped, his gaze pinned to the soft curve of her exposed cleavage.

In a sudden moment of daring, Shalini lifted her foot and rested it on his knee under the table, slowly rolling her toes against his thigh. Ravi looked like he might pass out from the heat flooding his face.

"You like my feet, don't you?" she whispered so only he could hear.

He nodded, trembling.

"Go on then," she murmured, a sly smile curling her lips.

Ravi hesitated, then gently took her ankle in both hands and brought it closer, lips brushing against the side of her foot. The faint warmth of his tongue made her shiver.

"Mmm, good boy," she sighed, letting him lick carefully along the soft arch, sending tingles straight to her belly.

Meanwhile, Prayush couldn't look away. His fingers gripped the table, knuckles white.

Shalini smiled at him wickedly. "Prayush," she teased, shifting to stand by his chair, "are you feeling left out?"

He shook his head quickly, but his eyes betrayed how much he wanted a taste of her too.

She leaned closer, so close he could see the tiny beads of sweat between her breasts, and lifted her arm just slightly, showing the soft hollow of her underarm.

"Do you want to smell me, Prayush?" she teased, biting her lip.

He swallowed hard, then nodded.

She brought her arm closer to his face, the faint perfume mixed with warm, natural skin making him dizzy. With trembling lips, he pressed a kiss to the silky underarm, then slowly licked upward, tasting her salt and scent.

Shalini shivered, shocked by how good it felt, letting a soft moan slip past her lips.

"That's it," she whispered, "good boy…"

She guided Prayush's head closer, letting him worship the warm hollow of her armpit while Ravi kept pressing slow kisses along her arch and toes, their eager lips sending sinful, delicious sparks through her.

Her thighs were trembling now, a pulse of forbidden excitement building stronger than ever.

This is what Malika meant, she thought hazily, about breaking free.

After a moment, she pulled away gently, though both boys looked lost and aching.

"Focus on your studies now," she ordered, with a faint smile, "I have somewhere to be."

She let them calm down, their faces flushed, before gathering her bag. One last look at Ravi's dark, hungry eyes, and Prayush's flushed lips still carrying the faint perfume of her armpit, made her feel drunk on power.

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Later, after dismissing them, Shalini returned to her room to change for Malika's invitation. She chose a wine-red bodycon with a dangerously high slit up her thigh, pairing it with barely-there golden stilettos. The dress clung to every curve, the neckline a plunging tease that showed the upper curves of her breasts in a scandalous display.

She looked at herself in the mirror — the same shy teacher from months ago was gone. This was a woman about to step willingly into adultery, intoxicated by new power, driven by the dangerous thrill Malika had promised.

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Malika's "second home" was a penthouse flat smelling of vanilla and something darker, something thick and smoky.

"Come in," Malika purred when she opened the door. She wore a black mesh top over a bra so thin it barely counted as clothing, her skirt short enough to reveal her garter straps.

Shalini's breath caught.

Malika leaned in, planting a hot, open-mouthed kiss right on her lips, tongue darting inside. Shalini moaned, clutching at Malika's arms, tasting the faint sweetness of liqueur on her tongue.

Malika tugged her inside, hands roaming across Shalini's hips, squeezing her butt through the clingy dress.

"You look good enough to break," she whispered.

Shalini blushed but felt herself melting, knees weak.

Malika pressed her against a wall, letting her lips trail over Shalini's neck, down to the lush curve of her breasts nearly spilling from the dress. She kissed the exposed flesh there, biting gently, and Shalini arched against her.

"Let me taste you properly," Malika growled, sliding the dress's neckline down so one of Shalini's breasts popped free, dark nipple already hard.

Shalini whimpered, closing her eyes, as Malika's tongue circled the nipple, then sucked it greedily, teasing and biting just enough to make her cry out.

"Oh god," she gasped, "Malika…"

"Good girl," Malika breathed, "relax for me."

Her mouth was so hot, so hungry, moving from Shalini's breast to her shoulder, then down to taste the soft flesh above her hip.

Shalini's mind spun, the scent of Malika's perfume mixing with sweat, their bodies pressed tight.

"I have a game for you tonight," Malika murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Shalini's eyes. "There will be guests. You will let them see you. You will let them taste you, if you want."

Shalini froze, blood pounding. "Guests?"

Malika's grin was feral. "Only if you say yes."

For a terrifying, thrilling second, Shalini felt a spark of curiosity so sharp it stole her breath.

Could I?

Malika kissed her again, tongue plunging deep, hands cupping both her breasts now, thumbs stroking her nipples until she moaned helplessly.

Shalini's thighs trembled. "I… I'll think about it."

Malika laughed softly, licking her ear. "That's my girl."

The night was just beginning, and Shalini knew she was about to tumble far beyond anything she had ever imagined.