18-08-2024, 07:25 PM
Update 2
Tarannum's living room was always a tableau of contradictions when Ajay visited. The faint scent of incense and the sound of Bollywood tunes playing softly in the background clashed with the acrid aroma of her cigarette and the clinking of ice in her whiskey glass. She'd take a deep drag, the tip of the cigarette glowing like an ember in the dim light, and then exhale a plume of smoke that would curl around her head like a halo of temptation. Her eyes, half-lidded with desire, never left his as she sipped from her drink, the amber liquid leaving a trail of moisture on her upper lip that she'd lick away with a flick of her tongue.
The evenings grew longer and the lessons grew shorter. Her hand would hover over the math book, only to drift down to caress the neckline of her kameez, her nails grazing the fabric as if it were Ajay's skin. The whiskey would loosen her inhibitions, making her gestures more overt, her voice lower and more sultry. As she leaned in to correct an equation, her breath would tickle his ear, her perfume intoxicating, a potent blend of jasmine and sandalwood that seemed to linger on his clothes long after he'd left.
The fateful day arrived, cloaked in the warm embrace of a Indore summer evening. The sun had painted the sky with hues of pink and orange before succumbing to the darkness. Ajay, sweat beading on his forehead, knocked on her door, clutching his math book to his chest like a shield. The door swung open to reveal Tarannum in a scarlet salwar suit, the kameez clinging to her body like a second skin, her eyes smoldering with a hunger that sent a shiver down his spine.
The living room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and the musky aroma of desire. She ushered him in with a smile that was more predatory than welcoming, the clinking of her sandals on the marble floor setting a sinister tone. Ajay's heart raced as he took his usual seat, his eyes darting around the room for an escape. The whiskey bottle on the table was half-empty, and Tarannum's eyes had the glazed look of someone who had indulged too much.
"Let's skip the math tonight, Ajay," she purred, her voice like honey over gravel. She swayed towards him, the fabric of her suit whispering against her body. The lights were low, casting shadows that danced on her skin, making her look like a seductress from a Bollywood film. Ajay swallowed hard, his throat dry with fear and confusion.
Her hand, with the lingering scent of cigarettes and whiskey, reached for his cheek. He flinched but she held firm, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "You're so handsome," she murmured, her breath hot and heavy. "I can't help but think about you all day." Ajay felt his body tense as she leaned closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. Her eyes searched his, looking for something, anything that would give her the green light. But all he could do was look away, his heart hammering in his chest.
Tarannum's smile grew wider, more predatory. "Don't be shy," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. She leaned in, her lips pursed, and Ajay felt the warmth of her breath on his skin. Panic flooded him, but he remained frozen, unable to move or speak. Her mouth brushed against his, and he felt the tip of her tongue sneak out to taste him. It was a kiss that was both gentle and insistent, coaxing him to respond. But his body remained unyielding, his mind screaming for him to push her away.
When Ajay didn't react as she had hoped, Tarannum's expression grew darker. Her grip on his shoulders tightened, her nails digging into his flesh. "You know you want this," she murmured, her hand sliding down to his thigh. "Let me show you how good it can be." She kissed him again, more forcefully this time, her tongue pushing past his lips. Ajay's heart raced, his mind a whirlwind of fear and disgust. He tried to pull away, but she was too strong, too determined.
Tarannum's kameez slipped from her shoulders, revealing her lacy black bra that barely contained her ample breasts. Her eyes never left his as she unhooked it with one hand, letting it fall to the floor. The sight of her exposed flesh made Ajay's stomach churn, but he couldn't tear his gaze away. He knew he had to leave, had to get away from her, but his body was trapped in a prison of his own fear.
"Tarannum ma'am, please," he managed to croak out, his voice cracking with the weight of his plea. But she was deaf to his protests, her eyes glazed with a desperate hunger. She stepped closer, her sandals clicking with each deliberate step, and placed a hand on his cheek, her thumb tracing his bottom lip. "Shh," she whispered, her voice a sweet promise of something he knew he didn't want. "You're going to enjoy this, I promise."
Her other hand slid down to his crotch, her fingers squeezing through the fabric of his trousers. Ajay felt his face flushing with a mix of horror and embarrassment. He tried to push her hand away, but she was too strong, too relentless. "No, ma'am," he protested, his voice shaking. "I don't... I can't..."
Tarannum's living room was always a tableau of contradictions when Ajay visited. The faint scent of incense and the sound of Bollywood tunes playing softly in the background clashed with the acrid aroma of her cigarette and the clinking of ice in her whiskey glass. She'd take a deep drag, the tip of the cigarette glowing like an ember in the dim light, and then exhale a plume of smoke that would curl around her head like a halo of temptation. Her eyes, half-lidded with desire, never left his as she sipped from her drink, the amber liquid leaving a trail of moisture on her upper lip that she'd lick away with a flick of her tongue.
The evenings grew longer and the lessons grew shorter. Her hand would hover over the math book, only to drift down to caress the neckline of her kameez, her nails grazing the fabric as if it were Ajay's skin. The whiskey would loosen her inhibitions, making her gestures more overt, her voice lower and more sultry. As she leaned in to correct an equation, her breath would tickle his ear, her perfume intoxicating, a potent blend of jasmine and sandalwood that seemed to linger on his clothes long after he'd left.
The fateful day arrived, cloaked in the warm embrace of a Indore summer evening. The sun had painted the sky with hues of pink and orange before succumbing to the darkness. Ajay, sweat beading on his forehead, knocked on her door, clutching his math book to his chest like a shield. The door swung open to reveal Tarannum in a scarlet salwar suit, the kameez clinging to her body like a second skin, her eyes smoldering with a hunger that sent a shiver down his spine.
The living room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and the musky aroma of desire. She ushered him in with a smile that was more predatory than welcoming, the clinking of her sandals on the marble floor setting a sinister tone. Ajay's heart raced as he took his usual seat, his eyes darting around the room for an escape. The whiskey bottle on the table was half-empty, and Tarannum's eyes had the glazed look of someone who had indulged too much.
"Let's skip the math tonight, Ajay," she purred, her voice like honey over gravel. She swayed towards him, the fabric of her suit whispering against her body. The lights were low, casting shadows that danced on her skin, making her look like a seductress from a Bollywood film. Ajay swallowed hard, his throat dry with fear and confusion.
Her hand, with the lingering scent of cigarettes and whiskey, reached for his cheek. He flinched but she held firm, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "You're so handsome," she murmured, her breath hot and heavy. "I can't help but think about you all day." Ajay felt his body tense as she leaned closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. Her eyes searched his, looking for something, anything that would give her the green light. But all he could do was look away, his heart hammering in his chest.
Tarannum's smile grew wider, more predatory. "Don't be shy," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. She leaned in, her lips pursed, and Ajay felt the warmth of her breath on his skin. Panic flooded him, but he remained frozen, unable to move or speak. Her mouth brushed against his, and he felt the tip of her tongue sneak out to taste him. It was a kiss that was both gentle and insistent, coaxing him to respond. But his body remained unyielding, his mind screaming for him to push her away.
When Ajay didn't react as she had hoped, Tarannum's expression grew darker. Her grip on his shoulders tightened, her nails digging into his flesh. "You know you want this," she murmured, her hand sliding down to his thigh. "Let me show you how good it can be." She kissed him again, more forcefully this time, her tongue pushing past his lips. Ajay's heart raced, his mind a whirlwind of fear and disgust. He tried to pull away, but she was too strong, too determined.
Tarannum's kameez slipped from her shoulders, revealing her lacy black bra that barely contained her ample breasts. Her eyes never left his as she unhooked it with one hand, letting it fall to the floor. The sight of her exposed flesh made Ajay's stomach churn, but he couldn't tear his gaze away. He knew he had to leave, had to get away from her, but his body was trapped in a prison of his own fear.
"Tarannum ma'am, please," he managed to croak out, his voice cracking with the weight of his plea. But she was deaf to his protests, her eyes glazed with a desperate hunger. She stepped closer, her sandals clicking with each deliberate step, and placed a hand on his cheek, her thumb tracing his bottom lip. "Shh," she whispered, her voice a sweet promise of something he knew he didn't want. "You're going to enjoy this, I promise."
Her other hand slid down to his crotch, her fingers squeezing through the fabric of his trousers. Ajay felt his face flushing with a mix of horror and embarrassment. He tried to push her hand away, but she was too strong, too relentless. "No, ma'am," he protested, his voice shaking. "I don't... I can't..."
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