24-04-2025, 09:18 AM
Param nodded fast, his excitement spilling over as he stepped nearer, pointing out the details. “Yeah, that neckline’s killer—shows just enough, and the fit’s tight in all the right places. You’d rock this indoors, no question.”
“Looks good… if that’s what you’re going for.”, I said, keeping it casual, but my cock twitched, the image of her in that dress for Tashan—and her playing this game with Param—stirring me up despite the sting.
Aradhya swayed slightly, letting the dress dbang over her, her anklets jingling as she turned back to the mirror, her smile widening.
“That’s good… I want something that’ll catch his eye right away, you know? Maybe one more like this, Param—something he can’t ignore?”, she flicked her hair, her voice dripping with that flirty edge, her fingers brushing his wrist as she handed the dress back, then shot me another smirk, her eyes daring me to react.
Param practically beamed, scurrying off again, returning with a black one-shoulder mini dress—sleeveless, with a cut-out at the waist and a hem even shorter than the last, the fabric clinging like a second skin. “This one’s wild—super revealing, perfect for an indoor date. Your husband won’t know what hit him.”
I clenched my fists in my pockets, jealousy spiking as he grinned at her, but fuck, the heat was undeniable—her confidence, her flirting, the way she hinted at “revealing” right in front of me. “That’s… yeah, that’ll do it.”, I said, my voice steady but low, my mind spinning—her boldness was electric, and whether she was just owning it or playing to my kinks, it was working too damn well.
Aradhya took the black dress, holding it up with a little twirl, her anklets chiming as she pressed it against herself, her smirk turning sultry. "Oh, Param, you’re spoiling me… this one’s got that wow I need. Think it’ll make him lose his mind?” She leaned toward him, her tone a flirty whisper, then glanced at me, her eyes glinting with that mix of tease and challenge I couldn’t resist.
“Lose his mind? He’ll be begging—trust me, you in this is a game-changer.” He paused, his grin turning a shade slyer as he held up both dresses—the green V-neck mini and the black one-shoulder cut-out—his eyes glinting with barely concealed eagerness. “You should try them both on, though. See how they look—get the full effect, you know?”
“Both, huh? Well, if you think it’s worth it, Param…”, Aradhya trailed off. She took the dresses from him, her fingers brushing his deliberately as she flashed that sultry smile, then turned to me with a playful tilt of her head. “What do you say, Ari? Should I give them a spin?”
I swallowed, my throat dry, caught off guard by how much she was leaning into this—teasing the young man, sure, but also me, like she knew it’d twist me up in all the right ways. “Yeah, go ahead… let’s see what they’ve got.”, I said, my voice steady but low. I knew Param’s game, but stopping it felt pointless. My sweet and sexy wife was too into it, and fuck, so was I.
“Perfect! Try the green one first—it’s got that deep neckline that’ll kill. I’ll be right here to check it out—I mean, to help you decide.”, he laughed, a little too eager, his eyes darting to her cleavage but then catching on her plump ass swaying past him — full and round under the slit anarkali, stealing his focus as his grin widened.
Aradhya giggled, clutching the dresses to her chest, her anklets jingling with every step as she headed for the curtained booth.
“Alright, sweety, you’ve sold me… let’s see if you’re right about that ‘begging’ part.”, she shot me a quick, teasing glance over her shoulder, her smirk sharp and knowing, then slipped behind the curtain, leaving me and Param standing there.
Param’s eyes widened, a flush creeping up his neck as he registered the nickname, his grin turning goofy and flustered—he was hooked, practically melting under her bold charm. I froze, my jaw clenching as that “sweety” hit me like a slap — her flirting kicking up a notch, the emasculating sting sharper now, but fuck, it sent a jolt straight to my groin, her audacity turning me on even as I wrestled with the heat of it. My wife was eating this up, the chance to tease us both, her boldness dialed up to a level I still couldn’t fully grasp. Was she just riding this new confidence from Harpreet, Banerjee, and Tashan, or had she figured out how much I got off on her flirting, her strutting, her making me watch? The curtain rustled as she changed, and my pulse kicked harder, knowing I’d see her step out in that green dress any second.
“Man, she’s gonna look unreal in these. You are very lucky sir.”, Param said, tossing me a grin that felt more like a jab, his eyes flicking to the fitting room with barely contained anticipation.
“Yeah… lucky.”, I muttered, my tone flat but my mind racing, the heat building as I pictured her in that plunging neckline—her teasing Param, teasing me, and it's all for a date with her ex-boyfriend tomorrow. At our apartment!
The curtain twitched, and she stepped out, the green dress hugging her curves like a second skin, the V-neck dipping so low her tits were half-exposed, her dusky skin glowing against the fabric. Her hips swayed as she turned, the short hem riding up her thighs, and she struck a little pose, her anklets chiming softly.
Param’s jaw dropped, his grin turning goofy as he nodded fast. “Holy—yeah, that’s insane! You’re killing it—way more than cute.”
I clenched my fists, the jealousy spiking hard. He was practically drooling — but fuck, she looked hot, and her teasing us both had me hard as hell. “It’s… damn good, sweetheart. You’ve got it.”, I said, my voice rough, the emasculation fading into the raw thrill of her owning this moment, leaving me wondering just how deep she’d dug into my kinks.
Aradhya basked in the praise for a second, twirling once more in the green dress, the V-neck dipping dangerously low as she caught her reflection, her anklets chiming softly. Then she grinned, smoothing her hands over the fabric one last time before turning to Param with a playful flourish. “Okay, sweety… let’s try that black one now—see if it’s just as good.”
Her tone stayed flirty, her eyes flicking to me with that teasing glint as she sauntered back to the fitting room, the curtain swishing shut behind her. His eyes followed her, lusting over the thick, plump curve of her ass swaying under the tight fabric, his grin twitching wider with every step she took.
“This black one’s gonna be wild. That cut-out? Whew, you’re in for it, sir.” He shot me a look, half smug, half awestruck, clearly riding the high of her attention. I nodded, my throat tight, the jealousy simmering back up as he gushed—his excitement over her trying these dresses was too damn obvious.
The curtain rustled again, and she stepped out, the black one-shoulder mini dress clinging to her like liquid night. The sleeveless cut bared her toned arms, the single shoulder strap leaving her collarbone exposed, while the cut-out at her waist flashed a tantalizing strip of her dusky midriff. The hem barely skimmed mid-thigh, hugging her plump ass so tight it looked painted on, every curve screaming for attention. She struck a pose, one hand on her hip, the other flipping her hair back, her anklets jingling as she turned to face us.
“Well? How’s this one, boys? Too much, or just right?”, Aradhya smirked, her voice dripping with that bold, teasing edge, her eyes bouncing from Param to me, soaking up our reactions like she’d planned this all along.
I stood there, my breath catching. Fuck! She looked incredible, the dress turning her into some sultry goddess I barely recognized from the shy wife she used to be.
“Gosh, Aradhya… that’s a knockout.”, I said, my voice low and rough, the jealousy spiking hard as Param ogled her. Then, a sly glint flickered in his eyes, and he took a chance, stepping closer with a nervous but calculated grin.
“Uh, wait—it’s not sitting right, though. The strap looks off… I could, uh, help you adjust it? Make it look even better?”, he said.
I caught the shift in his tone, the way his hands twitched like he was itching to get closer—too obvious, this guy’s devious little plot to cop a feel under the guise of “helping.” Aradhya’s eyes flicked to mine, a quick, knowing glance — we’d played this game too long, not to see through it. She knew exactly what this young man was angling for, and so did I, my chest tightening with a mix of skepticism and that familiar heat. But then, to my amazement, she didn’t shut him down. Instead, her smirk deepened, and she turned back to him, playing along like it was nothing—my silent approval humming beneath the surface as I watched, stunned and hooked.
“Oh, really? Not quite right, huh? Well, sweety, if you think you can fix it…”, my wife shrugged one shoulder, letting the single strap slip just a touch lower, her voice dripping with that flirty tease as she stepped closer to him, her anklets jingling faintly.
Param’s eyes lit up, his nervous grin turning bolder as he seized the opening, his confidence surging with her playful nudge. “Yeah, I’m sure I can make it look even better—just a little tweak. Uh, maybe we should step back to the trial room? I can adjust it right there—get it perfect.” His voice wavered slightly, betraying the riskiness of the move, but he pressed on, his gaze flicking from her bare shoulder to the empty store around them.
I glanced around—normally, this would’ve been a red flag, a young man like him suggesting something so ballsy in a boutique like this. But today, the place was a ghost town, the racks silent, no other customers milling about, just the faint hum of the AC and a distant clerk at the register too far to care. My chest tightened, skepticism warring with that twisted heat. This guy was pushing it, no doubt angling to get her alone, but the emptiness made it feel less reckless. My wife caught my eye, her smirk flickering with a silent question, and I gave a slight nod, less reluctant than I’d have been with a crowd watching. She knew the game, and fuck, so did I — we were too deep in this now to balk at a little risk.
“Back to the trial room, huh? Well, if you’re so sure…”, she giggled, her tone light but laced with that daring edge, then turned toward the fitting area, swaying her hips just enough to keep him hooked, her anklets chiming as she led the way.
“Trust me, it’ll be quick—just a fix to make it pop. You’ll see.” He shot me a quick glance, almost like he was testing if I’d stop him. When I didn’t, he hurried after her, his steps eager as they reached the curtained booth.
“Alright… let’s see how this goes.”, I muttered under my breath, my voice low, the emasculating sting sharp but drowned by the heat pulsing through me.
I didn’t follow them—didn’t need to. I trusted my wife by now, knew she had this handled, her boldness tempered by an understanding of what lines could and couldn’t be crossed in a place like this. She’d fill me in later, every detail spilling out when we were back home, and that was enough. I leaned against a rack a few steps away, my pulse still racing as I pictured Param “adjusting” that dress, her playing along in that cramped trial room, but I stayed put, letting her run this show, caught up in the thrill but steady in my faith she’d keep it where it belonged.
Several minutes ticked by. The curtain rustled, and not long after, Aradhya and Param stepped out of the trial room. Param first, his face noticeably redder, a flush creeping up his neck to his ears. He shoved his hands in his pockets, his lanky frame shifting like he didn’t know where to stand. My sweet, sexy wife followed, her confidence unshaken — hell, it was dialed up, her hips swaying as she sauntered out, her anklets jingling with every step. The black one-shoulder mini dress still clung to her curves, but the top portion was slightly disheveled, and her pink gloss was gone, her lips bare like it’d been wiped clean. Nothing screamed out of the ordinary, but those little details hit me like a quiet jolt.
“Well, this one’s a keeper, Ari.”, Aradhya said, her voice smooth and teasing as she smoothed her hands down the dress, her smirk sharp and unshakable. She tossed her hair back, catching my eye with a glint that promised a story later, her confidence oozing like she’d just won some private game.
Param fidgeted, his flush deepening as he tried to play it off, his words tripping over each other. “Uh, yeah—told you it’d work sir. The dress on your wife looks, um, real good now… glad I could help.” His voice cracked, his eyes darting to the floor, then back to her ass for a split second before he caught himself, awkwardness rolling off him in waves.
“Agreed! Looks like you got it sorted, Aradhya. It fits you perfectly.”, I said, my tone steady but rough around the edges, locking eyes with her—trusting she’d kept it within bounds, but damn sure I’d hear every detail later, her confidence pulling me in deeper.
“Oh, it does, doesn’t it? Param here’s got a knack for fixing things just right.,” she purred, stepping closer to me now, her smirk widening as she gave Param a playful little wave, her poise unbroken, like she’d owned every second in that trial room.
Param shuffled his feet, his grin faltering into something more nervous as he nodded too fast.
I caught the way she held herself — head high, shoulders back, that sultry glow in her eyes — and it hit me hard: whatever went down in there, she’d run the show, and Param was just a flustered young man caught in her wake. My cock twitched, the trust I’d placed in her mixing with the thrill of what she might spill later — her wiped lipstick and that disheveled dress teasing a story I couldn’t wait to hear. She’d told me how she teased guys like this in college — shy but sly, always in control—and now that old spark blazed bolder, just for me.
“Guess we’re good then… ready to wrap this up?”, I asked, my voice low, a faint smirk tugging at my lips as I nodded at her, silently signaling I was game for whatever she’d orchestrated, her confidence locking me in tighter than ever.
“Oh, we’re more than good, Ari.”, she said, her tone dripping with that bold edge, linking her arm with mine as she turned to Param one last time. “Thanks, sweety—you’ve been a star.” She winked at him, leaving him flushed and fumbling as we headed for the counter, her stride oozing control, every step a promise of the tale she’d unravel when we got home.
At the counter, she opted for the black dress, the shopping bag tucked under her arm, but she kept the sleeveless, backless anarkali on — its deep red fabric still clinging to her curves, the plunging neckline and high slit teasing her dusky skin as we left. The metro ride home was another awkward dance — college kids this time, three of them in faded tees and sneakers, ogling her openly, their eyes snagging on her bare back and the flash of thigh through the slit. She smirked at one, a quick flash of teeth, and I felt that familiar twist of heat and tension, her boldness blazing even brighter in that provocative outfit.
“Looks good… if that’s what you’re going for.”, I said, keeping it casual, but my cock twitched, the image of her in that dress for Tashan—and her playing this game with Param—stirring me up despite the sting.
Aradhya swayed slightly, letting the dress dbang over her, her anklets jingling as she turned back to the mirror, her smile widening.
“That’s good… I want something that’ll catch his eye right away, you know? Maybe one more like this, Param—something he can’t ignore?”, she flicked her hair, her voice dripping with that flirty edge, her fingers brushing his wrist as she handed the dress back, then shot me another smirk, her eyes daring me to react.
Param practically beamed, scurrying off again, returning with a black one-shoulder mini dress—sleeveless, with a cut-out at the waist and a hem even shorter than the last, the fabric clinging like a second skin. “This one’s wild—super revealing, perfect for an indoor date. Your husband won’t know what hit him.”
I clenched my fists in my pockets, jealousy spiking as he grinned at her, but fuck, the heat was undeniable—her confidence, her flirting, the way she hinted at “revealing” right in front of me. “That’s… yeah, that’ll do it.”, I said, my voice steady but low, my mind spinning—her boldness was electric, and whether she was just owning it or playing to my kinks, it was working too damn well.
Aradhya took the black dress, holding it up with a little twirl, her anklets chiming as she pressed it against herself, her smirk turning sultry. "Oh, Param, you’re spoiling me… this one’s got that wow I need. Think it’ll make him lose his mind?” She leaned toward him, her tone a flirty whisper, then glanced at me, her eyes glinting with that mix of tease and challenge I couldn’t resist.
“Lose his mind? He’ll be begging—trust me, you in this is a game-changer.” He paused, his grin turning a shade slyer as he held up both dresses—the green V-neck mini and the black one-shoulder cut-out—his eyes glinting with barely concealed eagerness. “You should try them both on, though. See how they look—get the full effect, you know?”
“Both, huh? Well, if you think it’s worth it, Param…”, Aradhya trailed off. She took the dresses from him, her fingers brushing his deliberately as she flashed that sultry smile, then turned to me with a playful tilt of her head. “What do you say, Ari? Should I give them a spin?”
I swallowed, my throat dry, caught off guard by how much she was leaning into this—teasing the young man, sure, but also me, like she knew it’d twist me up in all the right ways. “Yeah, go ahead… let’s see what they’ve got.”, I said, my voice steady but low. I knew Param’s game, but stopping it felt pointless. My sweet and sexy wife was too into it, and fuck, so was I.
“Perfect! Try the green one first—it’s got that deep neckline that’ll kill. I’ll be right here to check it out—I mean, to help you decide.”, he laughed, a little too eager, his eyes darting to her cleavage but then catching on her plump ass swaying past him — full and round under the slit anarkali, stealing his focus as his grin widened.
Aradhya giggled, clutching the dresses to her chest, her anklets jingling with every step as she headed for the curtained booth.
“Alright, sweety, you’ve sold me… let’s see if you’re right about that ‘begging’ part.”, she shot me a quick, teasing glance over her shoulder, her smirk sharp and knowing, then slipped behind the curtain, leaving me and Param standing there.
Param’s eyes widened, a flush creeping up his neck as he registered the nickname, his grin turning goofy and flustered—he was hooked, practically melting under her bold charm. I froze, my jaw clenching as that “sweety” hit me like a slap — her flirting kicking up a notch, the emasculating sting sharper now, but fuck, it sent a jolt straight to my groin, her audacity turning me on even as I wrestled with the heat of it. My wife was eating this up, the chance to tease us both, her boldness dialed up to a level I still couldn’t fully grasp. Was she just riding this new confidence from Harpreet, Banerjee, and Tashan, or had she figured out how much I got off on her flirting, her strutting, her making me watch? The curtain rustled as she changed, and my pulse kicked harder, knowing I’d see her step out in that green dress any second.
“Man, she’s gonna look unreal in these. You are very lucky sir.”, Param said, tossing me a grin that felt more like a jab, his eyes flicking to the fitting room with barely contained anticipation.
“Yeah… lucky.”, I muttered, my tone flat but my mind racing, the heat building as I pictured her in that plunging neckline—her teasing Param, teasing me, and it's all for a date with her ex-boyfriend tomorrow. At our apartment!
The curtain twitched, and she stepped out, the green dress hugging her curves like a second skin, the V-neck dipping so low her tits were half-exposed, her dusky skin glowing against the fabric. Her hips swayed as she turned, the short hem riding up her thighs, and she struck a little pose, her anklets chiming softly.
Param’s jaw dropped, his grin turning goofy as he nodded fast. “Holy—yeah, that’s insane! You’re killing it—way more than cute.”
I clenched my fists, the jealousy spiking hard. He was practically drooling — but fuck, she looked hot, and her teasing us both had me hard as hell. “It’s… damn good, sweetheart. You’ve got it.”, I said, my voice rough, the emasculation fading into the raw thrill of her owning this moment, leaving me wondering just how deep she’d dug into my kinks.
Aradhya basked in the praise for a second, twirling once more in the green dress, the V-neck dipping dangerously low as she caught her reflection, her anklets chiming softly. Then she grinned, smoothing her hands over the fabric one last time before turning to Param with a playful flourish. “Okay, sweety… let’s try that black one now—see if it’s just as good.”
Her tone stayed flirty, her eyes flicking to me with that teasing glint as she sauntered back to the fitting room, the curtain swishing shut behind her. His eyes followed her, lusting over the thick, plump curve of her ass swaying under the tight fabric, his grin twitching wider with every step she took.
“This black one’s gonna be wild. That cut-out? Whew, you’re in for it, sir.” He shot me a look, half smug, half awestruck, clearly riding the high of her attention. I nodded, my throat tight, the jealousy simmering back up as he gushed—his excitement over her trying these dresses was too damn obvious.
The curtain rustled again, and she stepped out, the black one-shoulder mini dress clinging to her like liquid night. The sleeveless cut bared her toned arms, the single shoulder strap leaving her collarbone exposed, while the cut-out at her waist flashed a tantalizing strip of her dusky midriff. The hem barely skimmed mid-thigh, hugging her plump ass so tight it looked painted on, every curve screaming for attention. She struck a pose, one hand on her hip, the other flipping her hair back, her anklets jingling as she turned to face us.
“Well? How’s this one, boys? Too much, or just right?”, Aradhya smirked, her voice dripping with that bold, teasing edge, her eyes bouncing from Param to me, soaking up our reactions like she’d planned this all along.
I stood there, my breath catching. Fuck! She looked incredible, the dress turning her into some sultry goddess I barely recognized from the shy wife she used to be.
“Gosh, Aradhya… that’s a knockout.”, I said, my voice low and rough, the jealousy spiking hard as Param ogled her. Then, a sly glint flickered in his eyes, and he took a chance, stepping closer with a nervous but calculated grin.
“Uh, wait—it’s not sitting right, though. The strap looks off… I could, uh, help you adjust it? Make it look even better?”, he said.
I caught the shift in his tone, the way his hands twitched like he was itching to get closer—too obvious, this guy’s devious little plot to cop a feel under the guise of “helping.” Aradhya’s eyes flicked to mine, a quick, knowing glance — we’d played this game too long, not to see through it. She knew exactly what this young man was angling for, and so did I, my chest tightening with a mix of skepticism and that familiar heat. But then, to my amazement, she didn’t shut him down. Instead, her smirk deepened, and she turned back to him, playing along like it was nothing—my silent approval humming beneath the surface as I watched, stunned and hooked.
“Oh, really? Not quite right, huh? Well, sweety, if you think you can fix it…”, my wife shrugged one shoulder, letting the single strap slip just a touch lower, her voice dripping with that flirty tease as she stepped closer to him, her anklets jingling faintly.
Param’s eyes lit up, his nervous grin turning bolder as he seized the opening, his confidence surging with her playful nudge. “Yeah, I’m sure I can make it look even better—just a little tweak. Uh, maybe we should step back to the trial room? I can adjust it right there—get it perfect.” His voice wavered slightly, betraying the riskiness of the move, but he pressed on, his gaze flicking from her bare shoulder to the empty store around them.
I glanced around—normally, this would’ve been a red flag, a young man like him suggesting something so ballsy in a boutique like this. But today, the place was a ghost town, the racks silent, no other customers milling about, just the faint hum of the AC and a distant clerk at the register too far to care. My chest tightened, skepticism warring with that twisted heat. This guy was pushing it, no doubt angling to get her alone, but the emptiness made it feel less reckless. My wife caught my eye, her smirk flickering with a silent question, and I gave a slight nod, less reluctant than I’d have been with a crowd watching. She knew the game, and fuck, so did I — we were too deep in this now to balk at a little risk.
“Back to the trial room, huh? Well, if you’re so sure…”, she giggled, her tone light but laced with that daring edge, then turned toward the fitting area, swaying her hips just enough to keep him hooked, her anklets chiming as she led the way.
“Trust me, it’ll be quick—just a fix to make it pop. You’ll see.” He shot me a quick glance, almost like he was testing if I’d stop him. When I didn’t, he hurried after her, his steps eager as they reached the curtained booth.
“Alright… let’s see how this goes.”, I muttered under my breath, my voice low, the emasculating sting sharp but drowned by the heat pulsing through me.
I didn’t follow them—didn’t need to. I trusted my wife by now, knew she had this handled, her boldness tempered by an understanding of what lines could and couldn’t be crossed in a place like this. She’d fill me in later, every detail spilling out when we were back home, and that was enough. I leaned against a rack a few steps away, my pulse still racing as I pictured Param “adjusting” that dress, her playing along in that cramped trial room, but I stayed put, letting her run this show, caught up in the thrill but steady in my faith she’d keep it where it belonged.
Several minutes ticked by. The curtain rustled, and not long after, Aradhya and Param stepped out of the trial room. Param first, his face noticeably redder, a flush creeping up his neck to his ears. He shoved his hands in his pockets, his lanky frame shifting like he didn’t know where to stand. My sweet, sexy wife followed, her confidence unshaken — hell, it was dialed up, her hips swaying as she sauntered out, her anklets jingling with every step. The black one-shoulder mini dress still clung to her curves, but the top portion was slightly disheveled, and her pink gloss was gone, her lips bare like it’d been wiped clean. Nothing screamed out of the ordinary, but those little details hit me like a quiet jolt.
“Well, this one’s a keeper, Ari.”, Aradhya said, her voice smooth and teasing as she smoothed her hands down the dress, her smirk sharp and unshakable. She tossed her hair back, catching my eye with a glint that promised a story later, her confidence oozing like she’d just won some private game.
Param fidgeted, his flush deepening as he tried to play it off, his words tripping over each other. “Uh, yeah—told you it’d work sir. The dress on your wife looks, um, real good now… glad I could help.” His voice cracked, his eyes darting to the floor, then back to her ass for a split second before he caught himself, awkwardness rolling off him in waves.
“Agreed! Looks like you got it sorted, Aradhya. It fits you perfectly.”, I said, my tone steady but rough around the edges, locking eyes with her—trusting she’d kept it within bounds, but damn sure I’d hear every detail later, her confidence pulling me in deeper.
“Oh, it does, doesn’t it? Param here’s got a knack for fixing things just right.,” she purred, stepping closer to me now, her smirk widening as she gave Param a playful little wave, her poise unbroken, like she’d owned every second in that trial room.
Param shuffled his feet, his grin faltering into something more nervous as he nodded too fast.
I caught the way she held herself — head high, shoulders back, that sultry glow in her eyes — and it hit me hard: whatever went down in there, she’d run the show, and Param was just a flustered young man caught in her wake. My cock twitched, the trust I’d placed in her mixing with the thrill of what she might spill later — her wiped lipstick and that disheveled dress teasing a story I couldn’t wait to hear. She’d told me how she teased guys like this in college — shy but sly, always in control—and now that old spark blazed bolder, just for me.
“Guess we’re good then… ready to wrap this up?”, I asked, my voice low, a faint smirk tugging at my lips as I nodded at her, silently signaling I was game for whatever she’d orchestrated, her confidence locking me in tighter than ever.
“Oh, we’re more than good, Ari.”, she said, her tone dripping with that bold edge, linking her arm with mine as she turned to Param one last time. “Thanks, sweety—you’ve been a star.” She winked at him, leaving him flushed and fumbling as we headed for the counter, her stride oozing control, every step a promise of the tale she’d unravel when we got home.
At the counter, she opted for the black dress, the shopping bag tucked under her arm, but she kept the sleeveless, backless anarkali on — its deep red fabric still clinging to her curves, the plunging neckline and high slit teasing her dusky skin as we left. The metro ride home was another awkward dance — college kids this time, three of them in faded tees and sneakers, ogling her openly, their eyes snagging on her bare back and the flash of thigh through the slit. She smirked at one, a quick flash of teeth, and I felt that familiar twist of heat and tension, her boldness blazing even brighter in that provocative outfit.
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