Chapter 32: The Sweetest Lies

Shalini smoothed her lilac dupatta, checking the mirror one final time. The neckline of her cream kurta dipped low enough to hint at a sinful softness, while her leggings clung to her thighs with near-obscene snugness. She caught herself biting her lip, wondering if the boys would notice — of course they would.

"Maa?" Avi called from inside his room, sounding wary.

"Yes, beta?"

He poked his head out, a schoolbook clutched against his chest. "You're late for class again?"

Shalini offered a calm, sweet smile. "There are test papers to check after, so don't wait up. I might be late, okay?"

Avi's gaze narrowed, as if something about her felt off. "Maa… you're dressing differently these days."

Shalini forced a small laugh. "Don't be silly. I'm still your same mother."

Before he could say more, she waved him off and hurried out the door, heart beating wildly. If Avi only knew what she was about to do, his entire world might fall apart. But she was past the point of retreat now, past caring even.

Her phone buzzed:

Malika: Tonight. You cross everything tonight. Come ready.

A shiver ran through Shalini's belly, setting her thighs slick with a craving she didn't even want to name.

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Earlier that afternoon, in her teacher cabin

The school day had been hot and stifling. Shalini had left the ceiling fan on, making her kurta ripple against her skin as she sat behind her desk, marking a few leftover papers. Ravi and Prayush slipped in like shadows, closing the door quietly.

"Madam," Prayush dared, voice shaking, "c-could we talk?"

She looked up, glasses balanced on her nose, the faintest trace of a wicked grin.

"Oh?" she teased. "What is it today, boys?"

They both fidgeted, eyes drifting to her deep neckline, to the hint of black lace showing beneath.

"You… you look so good, madam," Ravi whispered, voice breaking with need.

Shalini paused, studying them. Their faces were so raw, so hungry, so worshipful. It set something dangerous aflame inside her.

She stood up, letting her kurta ride high on her thighs, shifting to one side as if showing them her silhouette on purpose.

"Today," she began, her voice husky, "there will be no coaching class. I have…other work to do."

Their faces fell, instantly disappointed.

"But," she continued, drawing closer until their breath mingled, "this last period is yours. One hour. Do whatever you want. I'll let you."

They looked at her like boys granted permission to heaven.

"Really?" Ravi stammered.

Shalini nodded, stepping closer still until her dupatta brushed his chest. "Yes, but remember — this is just our secret. After one hour, you leave."

She walked to the door, slid the lock shut, and then leaned against the wooden frame, slowly, provocatively pulling the sides of her kurta apart until it slipped from one shoulder, baring the strap of a deep red bra.

"Come," she whispered.

They needed no second invitation. Ravi rushed first, sinking to his knees and clutching her foot in trembling hands, peppering it with small worshipful kisses. He lifted her toes to his mouth, lips working across the arch, then up to the delicate ankle bone.

Shalini sighed, letting her head fall back, one hand tangling in Ravi's hair. "Yes, that's right…taste me."

Prayush moved to the other leg, kissing up the back of her calf, his tongue tracing lazy wet patterns. Slowly, he nuzzled to the inside of her knee, breathing in the faint perfume of her skin.

Shalini trembled, her thighs parting ever so slightly.

"Both of you," she moaned softly, "worship me."

They obeyed, lips brushing and nipping higher and higher, until she had to stifle a gasp, pulling the hem of her kurta up to her hips, showing the faint outline of her panties through the thin leggings.

Prayush risked a bold move, kissing her inner thigh just above the knee, tongue darting out for a small taste of the heat between her legs. Shalini let out a breathy cry, fingers curling against the door frame.

"Careful," she warned, voice unsteady, "not too far."

They froze, staring up at her with hungry, helpless eyes.

Shalini smiled, touching each boy's cheek with trembling affection. "There, my sweet boys," she whispered. "For one hour…this body is yours to worship. But no marks, no bruises. I have other plans tonight."

They nodded, completely intoxicated by her permission.

She let them guide her toward the teacher's chair, pulling her down gently. They knelt in front of her, kissing along her calves, then moving upward. Ravi leaned close to her belly, planting tiny kisses across the curve of her hips through the leggings, while Prayush pressed his lips to the other side of her waist, hands smoothing over her trembling thighs.

"Madam," Ravi whispered, voice hoarse, "you are…so perfect."

Shalini's cheeks went pink with heat. Perfect — was that what they saw? A perfect, forbidden goddess?

She felt Prayush slip one hand around the back of her knee, pulling her leg across his lap, worshiping it like a holy relic, kissing every inch, even the back of her ankle. His tongue darted out, teasing the faint taste of her lotion mixed with sweat.

"Good boys," Shalini sighed, arching slightly as their mouths made her burn.

For a moment, the shame rose — I am a mother, a teacher, a wife — but the pleasure, the filthy raw pleasure, washed it away.

"Madam, may we…?" Ravi's lips trembled against the side of her hip.

She nodded, biting her lip, body on fire.

They kissed higher, brushing their lips against the fabric stretched across her hips, making her whimper.

Then the bell rang, distant, signaling the end of the school day.

Shalini snapped back, breath ragged. "Time's up," she ordered, voice firm but shaking.

The boys pulled away reluctantly, their faces flushed and dazed.

She stood, adjusting her leggings, her hands smoothing the fabric back over her thighs while they watched with worshipful hunger. She turned around and bent slightly, as if to pick something from the floor, letting them catch one final view of her tight curves.

"Remember," she said with a wicked smile, "this stays between us."

They nodded like obedient pups, lips still pink from tasting her.

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Later that evening, outside Malika's second home

Shalini climbed out of the rickshaw, her body still tingling, her lips parted in a secret smile.

Malika stood waiting at the doorway, a vision in a plunging satin robe.

"You're late," she teased. "Were you getting worshipped again?"

Shalini blushed, heat flooding her cheeks.

"Maybe," she admitted, her voice husky.

Malika laughed, pulling her inside with a predatory grin. "Good. Tonight you will need that courage. Tonight, Shalu, you cross every line."

Shalini's heart skipped, a sweet fear settling in her bones.

But she didn't turn away. She stepped inside the candle-scented house, letting the door close behind her — ready to fall deeper than ever before.