[RedDranzar]

Isha and kunal should also fall in love.
Rohan becoming Isha legal husband but Isha will consent to be wife to both rohan and kunal and get shared by them.

[Yesudoss]

Rohan cock will be completely unused whereas isha holes will be heavily used. Rohan should be made to father childrens of kunal

[Hotgiri]

Please give update, eagerly awaiting for next update

[sakurasan]

Good ideas. Keep them coming. Few are already in plan.

[Hotgiri]

When can we expect update, in new update let watch Rohan Isha and Kunal Love making secretly after Kunal give consent to watch him without Isha knowing it, and after 2-3 encounters let Kunal tell Isha that Kunal is secretly watching their all act and he is enjoying it like cuckold but Rohan should not know that Isha is aware about he watching them secretly

[sakurasan]

Chapter 17 Joint Account — Part 1

Nirmala stood outside the door. She lived two doors down. She knew whose cylinder came late, whose husband worked nights, and whose daughter had failed a paper and did not want it known. She had been in and out of this flat enough times since Isha moved in that they no longer stood on formality. She had seen Isha’s engagement photos, and she knew Rohan’s face from them as well as she knew anyone’s.

The doorbell rang again.

Isha came back to the door, looked at her own room, and put her hand on the knob. Nirmala was not going to leave.

Isha opened the door.

“Hi, aunty.”

“What took you so long to open the door, beti.”

“I was tired. So only. Come. Sit.”

Nirmala took a step in. Isha looked down. She had not had time to put the bikini crotch back. The nightgown had drawn in, and a camel toe showed. If Nirmala looked down, she would see it.

She moved aside and sat on the sofa with her knees together. Nirmala sat beside her.

“Beti. Why did you not say you were here. I thought you left before Sneha.”

“College work, aunty. Very busy. I was rarely home.”

“Don’t lie. Your fiancé is keeping you busy. Right.”

Isha looked at the floor. She blushed.

“Don’t feel shy. I know this generation. Is he home.”

“No. You know Sneha’s rule. We meet only outside.”

“That is a good rule. Before the wedding day you should not be alone with him in an empty house.”

“My Rohan is not like that. He has never come here either.”

She had just said it. Rohan was not in the flat. Kunal was, and he had no clothes on. If Nirmala opened that room, the building would have the story before evening. She wanted Nirmala gone before that door opened.

Nirmala saw the lock hanging on Riya’s door.

“That room has been locked for two months.”

“Yes. She took the keys. You want anything in there.”

“No. I spoke with Sneha a few minutes back. She has my herbal oil.”

Isha understood. Sneha had told Nirmala she was still in the flat.

“I can fetch it for you.”

“You look tired. You sit.”

Nirmala went into Sneha’s room. Isha stayed on the sofa. Her eyes stayed on her own door, and the pressure in her chest kept rising.

Nirmala looked around Sneha’s room. No one else had been in it. She went into the bathroom and came out with the oil.

“You found it, aunty.”

Isha breathed out. Nirmala would go home now.

“Yes.”

Instead Nirmala came back to the sofa and sat. The PS5 was under the television, the controllers on the floor.

“This is new. Since when.”

“I was bored,” Isha said.

“Your man gave it to you. Right.”

“Yes. It is his. I borrowed for the vacation.” Sweat came on her lip. She heard her own voice going too fast.

“Funny. When I was your age, my son would have been playing these that time.”

“Times change, aunty. Not everyone grows up fast.”

Nirmala’s eyes stayed on her mouth. She looked at the sweat. “You are not well.”

“Fever.”

“Fever. I will make you a patch.”

Nirmala stood and went to the kitchen. Isha feared Nirmala would detour to her room, and followed to prevent it.

Nirmala set a pan on the flame, took a jar from the shelf, and spread a paste on a square of cloth. She folded the cloth and pressed it once with the back of a spoon.

“Your bed. I will put this on you.”

Isha’s heart raced. “I will lie on the sofa.”

“You need to rest properly. Come.”

Nirmala took her hand and pulled her to her room. She turned the knob. If it had been locked from inside, Nirmala would have known someone was in the room. If it opened, Nirmala would walk in on him. Isha was almost caught either way. She was ashamed, and she felt she might faint. Nirmala’s hand was still on hers, taking her to bed for a fever that was a lie.

The door opened. The room looked empty. The sheet was pulled half off the bed. The bathroom door was shut. She felt she had survived the minute.

“Lie down,” Nirmala said.

Isha lay on the bed and drew the sheet to her chest. Nirmala set the patch on the bedside and walked to the bathroom. Her relief was short-lived.

Isha’s hands locked on the sheet. She saw the next minute as if it had already happened. Nirmala would open that door. Kunal would be there with nothing on. Nirmala would make a sound the whole floor would hear.

The bathroom door opened. Nirmala went in. A tap ran. She came out drying her hands on her saree.

“Only towels. Good. Your head is what I want.”

She laid the warm cloth across Isha’s forehead and held it there with two fingers.



“Take care. I will bring lunch.”

“No need, aunty. I can manage.”

“I do not take no for an answer.”

“Just the afternoon. Night I can manage.”

“Ok. Rest. I will lock the door on the way out. I am hearing our stair door too many times these weeks.”

Nirmala took her oil and her bag and left. She locked the door on her way out. Isha lay on the bed. Her legs were weak. The patch slid on her forehead.

Kunal came out of Sneha’s room with nothing on. His cock hung. He looked pleased with himself.

“I know these spies. You took her to the kitchen, and I moved to Sneha’s room.”

“One more minute and this building would know.” Isha’s voice shook. “My heart almost came out.”

“Shall we resume where we left off.”

“I will bite Tyson off. Get dressed. I am done for the day.”

He looked at her face and did not argue. He picked his clothes out of the wash basket and went into her room to dress.

At lunch Nirmala knocked. Isha opened the door only wide enough for the tiffin. She kept her body in the gap.

“You look better now.”

“Yes. Your patch worked.”

“I know.”

“I can manage, aunty. I will bring the boxes by evening.”

“Accha, beti.”

Isha shut the door and stood with the tiffin in both hands until her breath came back. She ate a little at the table. The food had no taste. Kunal sat across from her, dressed, and watched her not look at him.

The afternoon was not coming back. He could see it.

“You know why I said today’s game is for a week.”

“Why.”

“Leela called. I am going to the US for a week.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. I will miss you too.”

“Don’t lie. Those ladies at those parties. You will not think of me.”

“True. If I still remember Cathy, I will meet you in a week.”

She set the tiffin down. She kissed him on the mouth, deep, until she had to breathe. Then she opened the door and sent him out.

[Hotgiri]

Hey nice update but looking for long update, will you make Rohan Cuckold

[sakurasan]

Hey nice update but looking for long update, will you make Rohan Cuckold

Is he not already?

[Hotgiri]

But he didn’t watch it doing Isha and Rohan

[Lucifer8797]

Nice update… finally isha and rohan will have time for each other for a week

[Sankamithira]

Nice update… finally isha and rohan will have time for each other for a week

Even if they have one year the useless wimp Rohan won't do anything romantic or sexy 

[Lucifer8797]

Even if they have one year the useless wimp Rohan won't do anything romantic or sexy 

Yeah thats also true…

[Hotgiri]

Please give bigger update with sex session of Isha and Rohan where he is not able to satisfy her and she went to Kunal room once Rohan sleep( he was pretending to sleep), let watch Rohan the session between Isha and Kunal

[sakurasan]

Even if they have one year the useless wimp Rohan won't do anything romantic or sexy 

I think you are like Indian parents.  right? I see u scolding Rohan more because you love that character even though sounding like hating it. No need to answer this. This is my general observation in the forum. Not specific to any person.


For me, all characters are good people. I don’t like to have villains or losers in my story. Situations can be but not characters.

[sakurasan]

Please give bigger update with sex session of Isha and Rohan where he is not able to satisfy her and she went to Kunal room once Rohan sleep( he was pretending to sleep), let watch Rohan the session between Isha and Kunal

Will try more frequent updates. But the scene u r expecting comes later. Not in next few chapters. Hope you have the patience for it.

[Hotgiri]

Please post update on alternate day

[sakurasan]

Chapter 17 Joint Account — Part 2

Wednesday morning Rohan waited in the car outside her building. She had told him to come early, in the blazer suit they had bought yesterday. He sat in it with the engine off, going over the last four days.

Saturday at the park she had made him promise. He would take leave from Monday, and he would not go back to college until she said so. He took it. After that, except when he went home to sleep, they had been together. All four days had been odd. When Praveen called, she stepped away to take it. Rohan overheard documents, a transaction, and not enough to know what they were. He asked once.

“What was Praveen saying.”

“Family matters. He is handling it.”

He did not think any further about it.

Isha came out of the building in a red and gold wedding silk. He had seen her in many sarees. He had not seen her dressed to be married. She got in. The pallu lay across her lap. He looked at it, then at her face.

“You did not tell me you would come like this.”

“You look right. Drive.”

She kept the map on her phone and called the turns. He drove. She took him off the roads he knew. He had not wanted to question her. The suit and the bridal saree confused him anyway.

“Is this the right road.”

She saw the prank working. She was excited and wet, and it came out of her mouth.

“Trust Cathy. Keep driving.”

She bit her tongue.

“Who is Cathy.”

“No one.”

“You said it now.”

“An app. Don’t ask. Watch the road.”

He looked at her. She was watching the road. He drove.

A flower stall stood at the side of the road. She touched his arm.

“Stop.”

She pointed at a pair of thick rose garlands.

“Buy them.”

He parked. He paid and came back with them. He set them on the back seat.




“Where are we going.”

“The register office.”

His hand stopped on the wheel. Their wedding date was still ahead. She sounded as if she had set it aside and chosen today.

“Isha. What is happening.”

“I am done waiting.”

“So.”

“We should do the right thing before your birthday.”

“People will think we are going to be married.”

“Let them.”

“Are we.”

“You will see when we reach.”

“Our parents.”

“They will be there.”

He opened his mouth and shut it. He did it again. She liked it. She stopped him before the next question.

“No more questions. We are near.”

They came to a government building. From the car he could read only Register Office on the board. Praveen met them as they stepped out. His parents stood behind him. Rohan turned to the back seat for the garlands. Isha touched his arm. He looked up. The broker and the seller were at the entrance. Above them the full board read Sub-Registrar Office.

“This is for the land.”

“Yes.”

“The right thing. The register office.”

“All of it was true. I did not say marriage.”

She looked pleased.

“Your parents have taken care of the money. The building is ready for us to buy.”

He looked at her and could not find the first word.

“You did all this behind my back.”

“Sometimes a girl has to impress her man.”

“Well done.”

They went in to the document writer.

The deed was on the table. Rohan read the first page and stopped.

“Only my name is here.”

“Yes,” Isha said.

“We add yours.”

“No.”

“Isha.”

“Your grandfather wished this house for you. The money is his. It has to be your name.”

“There is no house if you are not in it with me.”

“It is your parents’ gift to you. I will not put my name on that.”

“I am not signing a house that is not yours too,” Rohan said.

Isha set her palm on the deed. “Your name or both our names, it is the same. The papers are ready. We cannot redo them.”

He turned a page. A receipt was clipped behind the draft of the sale. Her name was on the advance. The sum was what she had saved from her salary. He put his finger on it.

“This is you.”

She took her hand off the paper. She did not speak.

Rohan turned to Praveen. “Can we put her name on it.”

“We can write it again,” Praveen said. “The writer charges for a fresh set. You will have to pay for the papers.”

His father stepped in. “No issue. Redo it. If I had known before, both your names would have been on it.”

Isha stood with nothing left to refuse.

The morning slot was gone. The seller waited. The new papers came in the afternoon. Rohan signed. Isha signed after him. The building was theirs.




At the station they took the two garlands from the back seat and put them on Lata and his father.

“For the house,” Isha said.

Rohan bent and touched his father’s feet, then Lata’s. Isha followed. His father set a hand on Rohan’s head. Lata set a hand on Isha’s. Neither of them made a speech.

They saw them to the coach. The train took his parents. Rohan and Isha stayed on the platform until the last coach went.

They walked to the car. She got in. He pulled out of the station road, and the platform fell behind them.

“I am so happy now,” she said.

“Me too.” His eyes stayed on the traffic. “You made my birthday special.”

“It has not come yet.” She turned in the seat. “What treat are you going to get me.”

“I have an idea. You should not get angry.”

“What will make me angry.”

“Open that dashboard.”

She opened the glove box in front of her knee and lifted the papers. Under them lay a coupon. She drew it out. A hotel stood on a green hill, with a long pool in front of it. Under the picture it said Lonavala, five-star, seventy-five percent off.

She wanted to say yes at once. She kept a poker face.

“Are you planning to take me here.”

“I would love to. If you are ok. We can go now.”

She looked at the hill on the coupon, then at him.

“Just us,” she said. “Our first night like that.”

“I promise to be a good boy.”

He glanced over, waiting to be refused. She held his look. Who is going to allow you to be a good boy. I am a bad girl. The thought made her wet against the silk. She kept it off her mouth.

“We will make this the first of your best birthdays.”

“This place will be perfect for it.”

“How would people dress there.”

“Anything you are comfortable in.”

“I did not ask that.”

“Ok. Mostly western.”

He stopped at her building.

“Be quick. I will go home, pack, and come.”

“I am always quick. Now go.”

[Hotgiri]

Let them take Kunal also to Lonavala and have sex with Isha

[Lucifer8797]

wonderful update ... perfect story having everything...

[sakurasan]

Chapter 17 Joint Account — Part 3

He drove home to pack. Upstairs she went to her room and took almost every piece out of the cupboard. She changed at last into a black top and blue jeans.

What to pack was harder. She had never stayed at a hotel like that. She put in most of the western clothes from the shoots. Her inners went with them. The bag would not close. She sat on it.




When she came down she was in the black top and blue jeans, the big bag banging her knee. Rohan was back, a small duffel on the seat beside him. He looked at her bag.

“One night,” he said.

“A girl has her needs.”

“If we check out in one night, bellboys will be disappointed.”

“I could not decide. So I brought the fight with me. Who cares what bellboys think. Now drive.”

She put the bag in the back. The car dipped. He looked at the mirror. She hit his arm. He drove toward the hill.

She looked the hotel up on her phone. “Long pool. A spa.”

“We can use both.”

“Tomorrow, Bhushi dam. Tiger’s Leap if we get time.”

“Early, then we come back.”

She put the phone down.

They came onto the highway. She set two fingers on the arm she had hit.

“When do we contact the builder.”

“Tomorrow. Once we are back. First thing I do.”

She drew her fingers up the inside of his arm. He held the lane.

“The floor plan is the one I approved. Right.”

“If the engineer suggests changes, you have to approve.”

“Better be.”

She traced his arm again, wrist to elbow, and his breath changed. He left the arm on the wheel.

The hills started. The sun was low. She set her hand on his neck and traced the skin above his collar. Lights showed between the hills.

“Can we have a pool.”

“I am not maintaining it.”

She turned in the seat and drew one finger along his jaw, from his ear to his chin. He leaned into her hand. The car shifted. He straightened it.

“I will. That is a yes I believe.”

She drew the line again. Her thighs pressed together.

“That is not a yes.”

He pulled into the hotel. A valet took the car. They walked toward the reception.

The receptionist smiled as they reached the desk.

“Good evening, sir. Madam. Welcome. The valley lights are just coming on.”

“One night. A deluxe room, please,” Rohan said.

She looked at the two of them, then at her screen. “I am sorry, sir. The deluxe rooms are taken. It is the holiday season. I can give you the honeymoon suite. May I book it?”

Rohan glanced at Isha.

“We will take it,” he said.

He signed. She placed the key in his hand.

“We are hosting a grand gala ball tonight. Our finest dining tables surround a beautiful, recessed center dance floor, allowing you to dine at your own pace and step directly down to dance whenever you wish.”

She turned a card to show them the grand ballroom. On it, dining tables completely encircled a lower central arena, where a couple held a classic dance pose, his hand at her waist, hers on his shoulder.




“We still have a few ringside tables available. For attire, we kindly request a tuxedo and gloves for gentlemen, and an evening gown with gloves for ladies.”

She looked at the lady on the card. “I have a dress like that. No gloves.”

He shook his head. “No tux. No gloves.”

“We keep those for guests. I can send them up. Shall I hold a table?”

“Your birthday,” Isha said. “Your choice.”

“Hold it. Send the clothes.”

“They will be up shortly.”

“One more thing,” she said. “In the morning we take a guided walk. A group of guests. Seven o’clock, from the garden gate, into the jungle. Shall I add your names?”

Isha looked at Rohan. “Let us do it.”

“Put us down,” he said.

The bellhop opened the door, put their bags in the cupboard, and was gone before they had thanked him.

They walked in and stopped. The room ran so far that Isha turned and still found more of it. A king-size bed stood in the middle, with cupids hanging from the ceiling above it. On the sheet, rose petals made two hearts, with an arrow cutting through both.




Rohan went out to the balcony. The hill dropped away under him, valley and trees, and no other building in sight. The evening wind off the hills pushed his hair.

Isha went into the bathroom. It was bigger than her room in Pune. The tub was a heart, wide enough for two, with water in it. She put both hands on the rim.

She came back and dropped onto the bed. It was a water bed. It sank under her and rolled back, and the water ran away from her palm.

Rohan came in and lay down beside her. The same wave lifted her.

“Did you speak to the receptionist before,” she asked, her eyes on him to detect a lie.

She turned toward him. The bed rolled, and her breasts shook under the top.

“Why would I,” he asked.

He shifted onto his side. The water pushed up under her hip.

“Morning I pranked a wedding. Are you pranking a first night now.”

“I swear. I had no hand in this.”

He held still. The bed settled, and she kept her eyes on his face.

The clothes came. A tux, shoes, and two pairs of white cotton gloves. He changed in the bathroom and came out with the tie done wrong. She fixed it, close enough that he could still see down her top, and laughed once.



“Go down,” she told him, patting his lapel. “I need the room to get ready.”

“How long,” he asked.

“At least an hour. Go check the pool, or the lawn. Do not wait outside.”

“One hour?”

“A girl needs time. Now go.”

He took one pair of gloves and went.