23-10-2023, 02:44 PM
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Meghna hesitated, shaking her head, "No, I can't, Sir."
"Dont worry," he reassured, a playful smirk on his face as he tapped his phone, connecting it to the Bluetooth speaker that permeated the room with soft whispers of music, "I have a collection of good Bollywood and Pakistani music."
Suddenly, the upbeat rhythm of "Disco Deewane" started playing, filling the room with an infectious energy. Khan, with the grace of a panther, pulled Meghna to the dance floor, his hand securely placed on her hip while the other one captivated her hand. Meghna was surprised by the rapid turn of events, her heart racing with undefined emotions. Yet, she decided to play along, allowing herself to be captivated by the rhythm Khan was setting.
"Isn't this the Student No 1 song?" Meghna asked, trying to place the familiar tune.
"That's blasphemy," Khan retorted, taken aback by her ignorance. "This is from the queen Nazia."
"Nazia who?" Meghna innocently asked.
This evident ignorance regarding his teenage crush irked Khan, instilling a sense of irritation deep within him. However, he composed himself and kept his grumbling in check. The dance floor was his battlefield and he was playing to conquer, to lead her into his bed. His grip on Meghna tightened, sending a shiver down her spine.
As Nazia's velvety voice echoed around them, they kept dancing, their bodies synchronizing with the rhythm, their eyes locked with intensity. Meghna might have been oblivious to the Pakistani queen's music, but was fully aware of Khan's compelling presence.
Soon, the rhythm changed, the thumping disco merging seamlessly into slow romantic melodies filled with double entendres. The flirty beats over, the music turned soulful now. The lyrics were deeply sensuous, yet wrapped in a veneer of sweet romance that lent them a mysterious allure.
Khan pulled Meghna closer, their bodies map against the other. His hands traced the line of her bare waist beneath her saree, sending ripples of excitement coursing through her body. Her breath hitched as he drew her even closer, her left breast pressing against his chest. His face was merely inches from hers, their proximity clouding Meghna's judgement.
Khan could see his reflection in Meghna's eyes, the intensity of their closeness reflected back at him. Those dark orbs of hers bloomed in excitement, matching his own escalating heartbeats. Craving the softness he saw in her, he cupped her face tenderly, leaning in to steal a taste of her sweetness. Under the spell of the music and the magic of the moment, Meghna closed her eyes, yet her body remained alive, every inch reminding her of his presence.
Their lips met, a delicate dance commencing between them, choreographed to the luxuriously amorous tune playing on the home theatre. At first, Meghna's lips were still, a silent reservoir of desire waiting to be provoked. Khan, however, was patient, his teasing find their mark, guiding her response.
Slowly, Meghna succumbed to the temptation, her lips like petals unfolding in a beautiful rhythm with his. A wave of unexpected pleasure crashed over her, silencing the world around them. The music, their dancing bodies, that magical night, all culminating into this one fiery moment.
As they began to kiss, Khan's hands started moving down, tracing the maze of her curves. He cupped her buttocks, lingering there in audacity. Meghna was practically swept off her feet, her instincts taking over as she locked her knees around his waist. In a slow, deliberate motion, their longing leading the way,
Khan began to carry her towards their bedroom. Their lips remained intertwined.. Khan's toe stubbed at the edge of the bed. The clumsy collision sent him tumbling, causing Meghna to land awkwardly on the plush carpet beneath them.
The fall seemed to jar her out of the heated fog of passion. In the midst of her disarray, a realisation dawned upon her. She had been in the embrace of her husband's boss, all while Prasad, her husband, lied unconscious somewhere in the garage
Meghna's heart pounded like a frantic drum inside her chest, echoing in the silent room. Khan, with twinkling, mischievous eyes, reached out to lift her.
"No!" cried Meghna, protesting his intentions.
"It's okay, dear," he whispered into her ear, his hot breath prickling her skin. "The night just started. Let's have fun."
Meghna’s eyes widened in horror, and she pulled away from him. "No, it's wrong," she argued.. He attempted to silence her with a kiss, but she pushed him back. "My husband is in the garage," she explained desperately, her voice barely above a whisper.
Khan gave her a devilish smirk. "Don’t worry; he will be out for a while due to the amount of alcohol," he dismissed her concerns l. She couldn’t believe what he was suggesting.
"No, I cannot cheat on my husband," she affirmed
"Dont worry," he reassured, a playful smirk on his face as he tapped his phone, connecting it to the Bluetooth speaker that permeated the room with soft whispers of music, "I have a collection of good Bollywood and Pakistani music."
Suddenly, the upbeat rhythm of "Disco Deewane" started playing, filling the room with an infectious energy. Khan, with the grace of a panther, pulled Meghna to the dance floor, his hand securely placed on her hip while the other one captivated her hand. Meghna was surprised by the rapid turn of events, her heart racing with undefined emotions. Yet, she decided to play along, allowing herself to be captivated by the rhythm Khan was setting.
"Isn't this the Student No 1 song?" Meghna asked, trying to place the familiar tune.
"That's blasphemy," Khan retorted, taken aback by her ignorance. "This is from the queen Nazia."
"Nazia who?" Meghna innocently asked.
This evident ignorance regarding his teenage crush irked Khan, instilling a sense of irritation deep within him. However, he composed himself and kept his grumbling in check. The dance floor was his battlefield and he was playing to conquer, to lead her into his bed. His grip on Meghna tightened, sending a shiver down her spine.
As Nazia's velvety voice echoed around them, they kept dancing, their bodies synchronizing with the rhythm, their eyes locked with intensity. Meghna might have been oblivious to the Pakistani queen's music, but was fully aware of Khan's compelling presence.
Soon, the rhythm changed, the thumping disco merging seamlessly into slow romantic melodies filled with double entendres. The flirty beats over, the music turned soulful now. The lyrics were deeply sensuous, yet wrapped in a veneer of sweet romance that lent them a mysterious allure.
Khan pulled Meghna closer, their bodies map against the other. His hands traced the line of her bare waist beneath her saree, sending ripples of excitement coursing through her body. Her breath hitched as he drew her even closer, her left breast pressing against his chest. His face was merely inches from hers, their proximity clouding Meghna's judgement.
Khan could see his reflection in Meghna's eyes, the intensity of their closeness reflected back at him. Those dark orbs of hers bloomed in excitement, matching his own escalating heartbeats. Craving the softness he saw in her, he cupped her face tenderly, leaning in to steal a taste of her sweetness. Under the spell of the music and the magic of the moment, Meghna closed her eyes, yet her body remained alive, every inch reminding her of his presence.
Their lips met, a delicate dance commencing between them, choreographed to the luxuriously amorous tune playing on the home theatre. At first, Meghna's lips were still, a silent reservoir of desire waiting to be provoked. Khan, however, was patient, his teasing find their mark, guiding her response.
Slowly, Meghna succumbed to the temptation, her lips like petals unfolding in a beautiful rhythm with his. A wave of unexpected pleasure crashed over her, silencing the world around them. The music, their dancing bodies, that magical night, all culminating into this one fiery moment.
As they began to kiss, Khan's hands started moving down, tracing the maze of her curves. He cupped her buttocks, lingering there in audacity. Meghna was practically swept off her feet, her instincts taking over as she locked her knees around his waist. In a slow, deliberate motion, their longing leading the way,
Khan began to carry her towards their bedroom. Their lips remained intertwined.. Khan's toe stubbed at the edge of the bed. The clumsy collision sent him tumbling, causing Meghna to land awkwardly on the plush carpet beneath them.
The fall seemed to jar her out of the heated fog of passion. In the midst of her disarray, a realisation dawned upon her. She had been in the embrace of her husband's boss, all while Prasad, her husband, lied unconscious somewhere in the garage
Meghna's heart pounded like a frantic drum inside her chest, echoing in the silent room. Khan, with twinkling, mischievous eyes, reached out to lift her.
"No!" cried Meghna, protesting his intentions.
"It's okay, dear," he whispered into her ear, his hot breath prickling her skin. "The night just started. Let's have fun."
Meghna’s eyes widened in horror, and she pulled away from him. "No, it's wrong," she argued.. He attempted to silence her with a kiss, but she pushed him back. "My husband is in the garage," she explained desperately, her voice barely above a whisper.
Khan gave her a devilish smirk. "Don’t worry; he will be out for a while due to the amount of alcohol," he dismissed her concerns l. She couldn’t believe what he was suggesting.
"No, I cannot cheat on my husband," she affirmed
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