Forbidden Desire of Shalini - The Awakening

[shellyshalini]

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[Sivamurugan 85]

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[RedDranzar]

Nice story.

[RedDranzar]

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[shellyshalini]

Thank you all for Your Continuous Support

[RedDranzar]

Please update. Your story has lot of potential

[Hotgiri]

Nice story, please give update regularly, please add hot gif to make the story more spicy

[shellyshalini]

NEW EPISODES WILL BE UPDATED SHORTLY

[Hotgiri]

Eagerly awaiting for update, please add gif and more pic as per situation to make it more erotic for reader

[shellyshalini]

EPISODE 11-The Unexpected Guest:

I stood before the full-length mirror, the evening light casting a golden glow across my bare skin. My smoky eyes stared back at me, dark and inviting, my lips glossed and parted. The delicate gold chain around my neck caught the light, a tiny promise of submission. Bikram’s words echoed in my head—You don’t have to wear anything when you’re alone with me. So I had obeyed. Completely. My skin still shimmered from the moisturizer, my hair loose and soft. I touched a finger to my collarbone, then trailed it downward, over my breast, across my stomach. The anticipation was a living thing inside me, coiling low and warm.

I let my hand wander lower, between my thighs. A soft gasp escaped my lips as I touched myself. I was already wet, slick and ready, my body responding to the mere thought of his hands on me. I slid one finger inside, slow and teasing, imagining it was Bikram’s touch—firm, knowing, possessive. My hips rocked gently against my own rhythm, and I closed my eyes, letting the warmth build. The clock on the bedside table ticked loudly. He would be here any minute. I bit my lower lip, my other hand cupping my breast, my nipples tightening in the cool air. I imagined him walking in, seeing me like this, his eyes darkening with approval.  

Then the doorbell rang.It is early than my expectation…  

My heart leaped. I smoothed my hair, took a deep breath, and padded to the door, my feet silent on the cool tiles. I opened it with my eyes shut, a submissive smile on my face, ready to feel his arms wrap around me. But instead of Bikram’s familiar scent—the faint spice of his cologne—I heard a sharp intake of breath, and a voice I didn’t recognize.

“Wow, Bikram bhaiya, aapne sahi kaha tha.”

My eyes flew open. Standing there, grinning like a cat who’d found cream, was a young man I vaguely recognized from the transport office. Rupam, Bikram’s driver partner. He was younger, maybe just twenty, with wide, bold eyes that roamed over my naked body without shame. His gaze lingered on my breasts, then dropped lower, and I felt every inch of his stare like a physical touch. My hands flew to cover myself, but it was too late. He had seen everything.  

“I—just a moment—” I stumbled backward, heat flooding my cheeks, and turned to flee to my bedroom. My heart pounded so loudly I could hear it in my ears. I grabbed the first thing I found—a thin cotton nightie, pale pink, nearly sheer—and pulled it over my head. No underwear. No bra. The fabric clung to my damp skin, my nipples pressing visibly against the material. I felt exposed, but also strangely alive. The thought of his eyes on me lingered, electric.  

When I emerged, Bikram was standing in the living room, a calm, satisfied smile on his face. Rupam stood a few feet away, still grinning, his gaze now tracing the outline of my body through the nightie. I crossed my arms instinctively, then let them drop. Bikram’s eyes met mine, warm and knowing.

“Sorry, Jaan,” he said,“I didn’t tell you about Rupam. He’s a nice boy. I know your weakness about young boys, and Rupam will  surely help.”  

I blinked, my mind racing. “But… I thought we’d be alone…”  

Bikram stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch my cheek. “You trust me, don’t you?”  

I nodded, my breath catching.  “Then let me guide you. He’s eager. He’s young. And he has lots to offer.”  

Rupam’s grin softened into something more earnest. He took a step forward, his eyes still on me. “I’ll be good, Shalini ji. I promise.”  

The air between us thickened. I felt my cheeks burn, but a shiver of excitement ran down my spine. Bikram’s hand slid to my shoulder, pressing gently. “Show him how beautiful you are,” he murmured.

“Don’t be shy.”  

I hesitated for only a heartbeat. My eyes darted to Bikram, searching for any hint of softening, any sign that this was a test I could fail. His gaze was steady, unyielding—a dark promise of what would happen if I disobeyed.  

Rupam had already settled on the sofa, legs spread, arms resting along the back, watching me with an eager, almost predatory grin.  

My breath caught. I could feel the thin cotton of my nightie clinging to my damp skin, the outline of my nipples visible, my thighs bare beneath the hem. I was completely vulnerable, and yet—there was a strange thrill in that vulnerability.

I wanted to please Bikram. I wanted to be good.  I stepped forward slowly, my bare feet on the cool floor. Rupam folded his arms. “Bhabi, come on, don’t be shy. I’m like your devar,” he said, his voice playful.  

The word bhabi sent a strange jolt through me. I opened my mouth to object, but Bikram cut me off. “Itne nakhre mat dikha. Jaisa keh raha hain waisa karo. Tum bhi enjoy karo aur doosre ko bhi enjoy karne do. Tu kitna bara randi hai, sabko pata hai.”  The words stung, but also ignited something deep in my belly. I didn’t want to upset him. I bit my lip and lowered my gaze. “Yes, Bikram.”

He gestured to the sofa. “Sit on Rupam’s lap.”  I looked from Bikram face to Rupam’s eager young face. My heart raced, but my body relaxed, yielding. Slowly, I stepped forward, my heart hammering. The carpet soft under my feet, the air thick with tension. I stopped in front of Rupam, then slowly, reluctantly, turned and lowered myself onto his lap. My back pressed against his chest, his thighs solid beneath me. I sat stiffly, hands folded in my own lap, staring straight ahead at the blank TV screen. Rupam’s hands came to rest on my shoulders, light and warm. “Relax, bhabi,” he murmured near my ear. “I won’t bite. Not unless you want me to.” I did not hesitate a second, my nightie riding up as I settled onto Rupam’s thighs. His hands immediately found my waist, warm and firm. I shivered.

Across the room, Bikram had pulled up a chair, leaning back with his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on us. He looked like a king surveying his domain, and I was the offering laid out before him. “Now,” Bikram said, his voice calm and commanding, “Rupam, show her how a man touches a woman who’s been waiting.” Rupam’s hands slid down from my shoulders, over the thin fabric of the nightie, tracing the curve of my arms. His fingers brushed the sides of my breasts—light, teasing touches that made me gasp. He cupped my breasts through the cotton, squeezing gently, his thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. He leaned in and kissed me. It was soft at first, then his tongue pressed against my lips, demanding entry. I parted them, and he slid inside, tasting of chai and something sweet. His hand slipped under my nightie, fingers finding my bare hip. I moaned into his mouth as his hands left my breasts and traveled down my stomach, spreading warmth wherever they touched. He slipped his fingers under the hem of the nightie, stroking my bare thighs, moving higher, closer. I trembled, my breath quickening.He caressed my thigh, then higher, until his fingertip brushed my wetness.  I bit my lip, a soft moan escaping despite myself. Bikram’s gaze burned into me, watching every reaction. I felt exposed, but also… seen. Desired.  “She’s so soft,” Rupam said, his voice husky. “And already wet, bhaiya, She’s ready.”

I closed my eyes, ashamed and aroused at the same time. Bikram’s approval hummed in the air. “Good. She’s been waiting for this all day.”  Rupam’s finger slid inside me, and I gasped. He moved slowly, exploring, while his other hand reached for something on the coffee table—a small bag of vegetables.

He pulled out a shiny purple brinjal, no bigger than my palm. I stared at it, my breath quickening.  “Bikram said you like surprises,” Rupam whispered. He pressed the cool vegetable against my entrance. I shivered—pain and excitement mingled. He pushed gently, and I felt the smooth, firm shape slide inside me, stretching me. I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging in.  “Aah… oh God…” The sensation was foreign, intense. I rocked my hips, and he pushed it deeper. I came once, then again, my body shuddering against him. Bikram watched, his eyes dark with satisfaction.  

When I finally collapsed against Rupam’s chest, breathing hard, Bikram leaned forward.  “As expected, Rohan has asked me to accompany him on the tour.” Hearing that, I snapped. “Bikram, you promised me—” He cut me off gently. “Don’t worry, darling. That’s why Rupam is coming. He’ll accompany Rohan on the trip. I don’t have anyone else I trust. Rupam will keep us informed of their whereabouts the whole time. This way we can relax and have more time together. Rohan already knows Rupam; he can even delay things on purpose to give us extra hours.”  

He paused; his voice softened. “You know, to gain something you sometimes have to give something. Rupam wasn’t willing at first. Do you know what I offered him? Your company. Just wait one more day. We’ll have the whole day and night to ourselves. I want our Suhaagrat, first night together to be memorable.”.”

I stared at him, my thoughts blurred by the word—suhagraat—our first night together. What was he planning? I looked at the young man still holding me; his fingers moved idly at my hip.

He said, “Bhabiji, you’ll have to spend a bit more time with me today. We’ll meet again later; that will be my bonus.” Rupam turned to Bikram. “If Shalini ji promises to spend more time with me again, I’ll do my best to give you both as much time as possible. The more time I arrange for you two, the more time I’ll have to get alone with Shalini ji after the tour.” I kissed Rupam on impulse; heat flared through me, sharp and greedy. His mouth opened, answering mine, and a low hunger hummed between us. The kiss wasn’t just agreement—it was a claim, a promise pressed to my lips. Being used as bait was deliciously humiliating, each calculated move from Bikram fanning the small, fierce blaze inside me until I was burning for whatever came next..  

Now only thing Bikram has to do is convince Rohan to take Rupam with him.

[Sivamurugan 85]

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[shellyshalini]

EPISODE 12: Orchestrate the Sealing of the Plan

I watched Bikram pull out his phone, his thumb hovering over the screen. Rupam’s fingers still traced lazy circles on my hip, his warmth seeping through the thin fabric of my nightie. The brinjal had been removed, set aside on the coffee table, a cool reminder of what had just passed. My thighs still trembled.

Bikram glanced at me, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Time to call Rohan.”

My breath caught. “Now?”

“Trust me.” He pressed dial and put the phone to his ear. I sat frozen on Rupam’s lap, listening to the one-sided conversation.

“Rohan bhaiya? Haan, main Bikram. Listen, I need a favour. Rupam is here with me—he needs to go to your side for a few days. The transport office has some work near your tour route, and it’ll help me if he travels with you.”

There was a pause. Rupam’s hand stilled on my waist. I could hear the faint murmur of Rohan’s voice through the speaker, but not the words.

“Haan, haan, he’s a good boy. You know him. He’ll handle the luggage, keep you company. And it’ll save me from sending someone else later.” Another pause. “Aapki convenience pe adjustment kar lenge. Haan, definitely. Thank you, bhaiya.”

Bikram ended the call, his eyes gleaming. “Done. He agreed. Rupam will leave with him day after tomorrow noon.”

Rupam’s grin returned, bolder now. “And I’ll call you every day, bhabiji. Let you know exactly where he is. Maybe I’ll find a reason to extend the trip by an extra night.”

My heart fluttered. I looked at Bikram, who had moved closer, his hand cupping my chin gently. “You see, Shalini? I told you. After Tomorrow night, it’s just us. The whole house, the whole night. Our suhagraat.”

The word made me shiver. I leaned into his touch, my body still humming from Rupam’s attention. Bikram’s thumb brushed my lower lip.

“But today,” he murmured, “we still have around one hour for us.”

“Now,” Bikram said softly, “let me remind you who you belong to first.”

I broke the kiss, my lips trembling as I looked up at Rupam's eager face, then back at Bikram's commanding presence. The weight of submission settled over me like a warm blanket, and I let go of the last shreds of resistance.

Rupam guided me back onto his lap, his hands finding their way to my breasts immediately. This time, I didn't sit stiffly. I leaned back against his chest, letting my body relax into his touch. His fingers traced the outline of my nipples through the thin cotton, circling slowly, deliberately.

"You're so responsive, bhabi," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "Every little touch makes you shiver."

I felt Bikram's gaze on us, intense and approving. He hadn't moved from his chair, his arms still crossed, but there was a softness in his eyes now. He nodded slightly, encouraging me to continue.

Rupam's hands slid down my stomach, spreading warmth wherever they touched. He hooked his fingers under the hem of my nightie and pulled it up, exposing my thighs. I gasped as the cool air hit my skin, but I didn't try to stop him. I was his to command.

"Spread your legs for him," Bikram said quietly. "Let him see what he's been missing."

I obeyed, my thighs parting slowly. Rupam's hand slid between them, his fingers finding my wetness immediately. He stroked me gently, teasingly, his thumb circling my clit in lazy patterns.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Are you always like this for bhaiya?"

I couldn't answer. My breath came in short gasps as his fingers worked their magic. One finger slipped inside me, then two, curling and stretching. I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder.



Bikram stood up and walked over to us. He knelt in front of me, his face inches from mine. His hand cupped my cheek, tilting my face up to meet his gaze.



"Look at me," he said softly. "I want you to remember this moment. I want you to remember how good it feels to be claimed."

I nodded, tears of pleasure and emotion welling in my eyes.

I forced my eyes open, meeting Rupam’s gaze. He was watching me with dark intensity, his lips parted, his breathing heavy. He pushed another finger inside me, stretching me, and I cried out, my hips bucking against his hand.

Rupam’s fingers continued their rhythm inside me, pushing me higher, found the edge of my wetness, sliding through my folds with deliberate slowness. I jerked, a sharp gasp escaping my lips. He circled my clit with his thumb while one finger pressed inside me, curling just right. I grabbed his thighs, my nails digging in as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

“Look at him,” Bikram commanded. “Look at Rupam when he touches you, Come for him," Bikram whispered. "Show him how obedient you can be."

The command broke through my last barrier. I cried out, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure rolled through me. Rupam held me close, his fingers slowing as I came down from the high.

When I finally opened my eyes, Bikram was smiling. He leaned in and kissed my forehead, a gesture so tender it made my heart ache.

"Good girl," he said. "Now, let's see how much more you can take before we have to stop."

“That’s it,” Bikram said, his voice low and approving. “You’re doing so well, Shelly. Now, I want you to pleasure him. I want to see you on your knees, taking his cock in your mouth.”

The command hung in the air, heavy and not easy to deny. Denial may make Bikram angry, Rupam may refuse to help. My heart raced. I had never done this before—not with a stranger, not with Bikram watching. But the thought sent a thrill through me, and I knew It will be hard to refuse.

I slid off Rupam’s lap, my knees landing on the carpet. He stood up, unbuckling his belt, his erection straining against his trousers. I looked up at him, then at Bikram, who nodded once.

I reached for the zipper, my fingers trembling with anticipation...

I closed my eyes, my lips hovering just above the tip of Rupam’s cock. I could feel his heat radiating against my mouth, the scent of him filling my senses. My heart pounded in my chest, a wild drumbeat of fear and desire. I had kissed Bikram’s cock many times before, in the dark of night, when the house was quiet and Rohan was asleep. But this was different. This was in front of Bikram, in the light of day, with Rupam watching me with hungry eyes.

I kissed the tip, my lips barely brushing against his skin. Rupam groaned, his hand tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. I opened my mouth, ready to take him inside, ready to surrender completely.

But then Bikram’s voice cut through the haze of my arousal.

“Shelly… just kiss his balls.”

I froze, relief washing over me like a cool wave. I pulled back, looking up at Bikram. He was smiling, his eyes dark with approval.

“Take his ball in your mouth,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “He shaved his inner hair just for you. We don’t have much time, but I want you to taste him.”

I nodded, my breath coming in soft gasps. I leaned forward again, my lips parting as I took Rupam’s left ball into my mouth. It was warm and heavy against my tongue, smooth from the recent shave. I sucked gently, rolling it around my mouth, tasting the salt of his skin.

Rupam moaned above me, his grip tightening in my hair. “Yes, bhabi,” he gasped. “Just like that.”

I switched to the other ball, sucking it with the same tenderness, my tongue tracing lazy circles around the base. Bikram watched us, his hand stroking his chin, a look of pure satisfaction on his face.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “You’re learning.”

I released Rupam’s ball with a soft pop, looking up at him through my lashes. He was breathing heavily, his eyes glazed with pleasure. I pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock again, a promise of what was to come.

“I will satisfy you,” I whispered, my voice steady despite my trembling. “But you have to do something for me first.”

Rupam’s eyes narrowed, a smile playing on his lips. “What?”

I looked at Bikram, who nodded, giving me permission to speak.

“I want you to get an extra night,” I said, my voice low and seductive. “When you leave with Rohan, find a reason to extend the trip by one more night. And when you come back, you and me… alone.”

Rupam’s smile widened, his hand stroking my cheek. “Anything for you,  but I will need the whole day with you as my girlfriend, you promise .”

I sealed the promise with a kiss on his lips, then looked up at Bikram. He stood up, extending his hand to help me to my feet. I took it, my body still humming with unspent desire.

“Time to go,” Bikram said, his voice quiet but firm.

Rupam quickly adjusted his trousers, hiding his still-hard cock. Before I could move, he stepped forward, his hand sliding down my stomach to my mound. He pressed a kiss against the fabric of my nightie, his lips warm against my most intimate place.

“I’ll remember this,” he whispered against my skin. “And next time, you won’t get off so easy.”

He pulled away, his eyes dark with promise, and walked toward the door. I stood there, rooted to the spot, my body aching for more. Bikram came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his lips brushing my ear.

“You did well,” he said softly. “But this is just the beginning.”

[shellyshalini]

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[shellyshalini]

Thank you all for your Support...Will update next Parts soon

[Sivamurugan 85]

Amazing story! The photos suit the story perfectly. When will the next update be?I've sent you a message on X (Twitter) to discuss some suggestions about the story.

[blackdesk]

So sexxxxxy story. Kinky storyline. You dont have to use photographs at all. Your writing is the detailed photographs. Thank You.

[RedDranzar]

Excellent.

[RedDranzar]

Shalini should tease someone in saree with bikini blouse.