05-09-2024, 08:14 AM
Supratim moves to a nearby desk, his muscular form rippling as he lays back and lifts his legs, exposing his hairy posterior. "Come on, Anita," he says, his voice thick with lust. "You know what to do. Just like you used to."
Anita's sharp intake of breath is audible even from your hiding spot, Arijit. "Supratim, no... I can't. You know I hated doing that."
"But you did it anyway," Supratim counters, a smirk in his voice. "And you were so good at it."
Arijit's mind reels. Can it be true? His sweet, innocent Anita? His breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he struggles to reconcile this new information with the woman he thought he knew. He recalls Anita's shy smiles, her demure behavior in the bedroom. Was it all an act? How many other dark secrets has she been hiding? Despite those questions lingering in his mind, the thought of her performing such a depraved act sends a confusing mix of revulsion and arousal through him.
"Please, Supratim," Anita pleads. "Don't make me do this. It's... it's disgusting."
"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it," Supratim insists. "Remember how hard it made me? How I'd fuck you after?"
Arijit feels sick, imagining his fiance's tongue in such an intimate, filthy place. But his treacherous body responds, his cock throbbing painfully.
"I... I never liked it," Anita protests weakly. "I only did it because you asked."
"Then do it for me now," Supratim demands. "Show me you still know how to please me."
Arijit's head spins. The image of his fiance, his Anita, debasing herself like this... it's too much. Yet he can't look away, can't stop listening.
"Supratim, please..." Anita's voice is barely a whisper.
"Now, Anita," Supratim commands. "Get that talented tongue of yours to work."
With trembling hands and a look of resignation, Anita approaches Supratim's exposed form. "I... I can't believe I'm doing this again," she whispers, her voice quavering.
Supratim's grin is wolfish as he spreads his legs wider. "That's it, baby. You remember how."
Through the narrow gap in the blinds, he catches glimpses of the obscene tableau. He watches, transfixed, as Anita kneels between Supratim's legs, her face inches from his hairy ass. His stomach churns with revulsion, yet his cock throbs traitorously. The image is astonishing! Supratim's muscular body sprawled on the table, his legs spread wide and lifted. Anita's delicate shoulders, her head tilted up as she gazes at Supratim's exposed posterior. The vulnerability of Supratim's position contrasts sharply with the power he still seems to exude.
A bead of sweat trickles down Arijit's temple as he strains to see more. His breath continues in short, silent gasps, his heart pounding so loudly he fears they'll hear it through the door.
"That's it, baby," Supratim's deep voice encourages. "Show me how much you've missed this view."
He watches, helpless, as Anita leans in closer. Her hands come up to grip Supratim's muscular thighs, steadying herself as she moves her face towards his exposed ass.
Her tongue darts out, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence as she laps at Supratim's puckered hole. Arijit watches in horrified fascination as Anita's pink tongue navigates the coarse hair surrounding Supratim's intimate area. She starts with small, hesitant licks, her face flushing as she works around the dark, wiry curls.
Supratim groans deeply, encouraging her. "That's it, baby. Keep going."
Emboldened, Anita's licks become longer, more purposeful. Her tongue flattens, dragging slowly across the sensitive flesh, parting the hair as she goes. Arijit can see her jaw working as she varies her technique - quick flicks followed by broad, wet strokes. Supratim's hips begin to move, grinding subtly against Anita's face. His hands tighten on his thighs, pulling his legs wider apart. Anita responds eagerly, her tongue probing more insistently at his entrance, pushing past the ring of hair.
The wet, obscene sounds of her ministrations reach Arijit's ears, each slurp and moan sending shockwaves of revulsion and unwanted arousal through his body. He can see Anita's head moving rhythmically, her face buried between Supratim's ass cheeks as she works her tongue with evident skill and enthusiasm. Arijit's stomach churns even as his cock throbs painfully in his pants. The sight of his fiance performing such a depraved act is simultaneously repulsive and mesmerizing. He wants to look away, but finds himself captivated by every lewd detail - the sheen of saliva on Anita's chin, the way Supratim's hole clenches and relaxes under her attention, the look of ecstasy on Supratim's face.
"Fuck yes," Supratim groans, his head thrown back in ecstasy. "That's it, Anita. Get that tongue in deep."
“Mmmphhh…”, Anita's muffled whimpers mix with the obscene slurping sounds as she works her tongue deeper into Supratim's hairy ass. Arijit watches, mesmerized, as her head bobs between Supratim's muscular thighs. Her hands grip his flesh, fingers digging in as she pushes her face closer, desperate to please.
Supratim's cock twitches and leaks precum onto his stomach, a clear sign of his arousal. The thick shaft pulses with each probe of Anita's tongue, a string of sticky fluid connecting the tip to the pool forming on his abs. The wet sounds grow louder, more insistent. Anita's nose is pressed against Supratim's taint, her chin slick with saliva. She moans softly, the vibrations clearly felt by Supratim, who bucks his hips in response.
"Fuck, Anita, yes!" Supratim cries out. "Just like that!"
Anita responds to Supratim's demands with renewed vigor. Her tongue stiffens, probing insistently at his puckered hole. With a muffled moan, she breaches his tight ring, tongue delving inside. She begins to thrust, fucking Supratim's ass with her tongue as he groans in ecstasy. Saliva dribbles down her chin as she works, lost in the depraved act. Her head bobs rhythmically, nose pressed against his taint with each forward push.
The obscene, wet sounds of her rimming fill the room, punctuated by Supratim's grunts and Anita's muffled moans. She alternates between deep thrusts and broad licks across his sensitive hole, her technique honed from past experience.
Arijit starts shaking, disgust and arousal warring within him. The sight of his fiance's face buried in another man's ass, her tongue eagerly working his most intimate area, is both repulsive and intensely erotic.
Supratim's moans grow louder, more frantic. "Oh fuck, I'm close. Don't stop, Anita. Don't you dare fucking stop!"
Anita continues her degrading act, her face contorted in disgust even as her tongue probes deeper. Supratim's aggression mounts, his hands roughly gripping her hair.
"That's it," he snarls. "Do it like the dirty girl you are." Supratim's hips buck violently, practically smothering Anita. "Deeper! Show me how much you love it!"
Anita's head bobs rapidly, her tongue fucking in and out of Supratim's hole with increasing speed. Streams of saliva dribble down her chin, soaking Supratim's ass and dripping onto the floor below.
Supratim's cock throbs and leaks, a steady stream of precum now pooling on his stomach. His balls draw up tight against his body, a clear sign of his impending climax. He grinds his ass against Anita's face, practically riding her tongue as she works him closer to the edge.
Anita's own arousal is evident in the flush of her skin and the way her hips grind subtly against nothing. She's lost in the act, her world narrowed down to the taste and feel of Supratim's most intimate area. Her tongue swirls and probes, exploring every ridge and fold inside him.
"Look at you, so eager to please," Supratim taunts. "What would your fiance think if he could see you now?"
Arijit's fists clench as shame and anger war within him. But still, he watches, his own arousal an unrelenting torment. His nails dig painfully into his palms, the physical discomfort doing little to distract from the emotional turmoil raging inside. Arijit's jaw clenches, teeth grinding as he struggles to process the scene before him. Anger bubbles up - at Anita for her betrayal, at her boss for taking what isn't his, at himself for his body's traitorous response. The shame is overwhelming, threatening to consume him. How can he be aroused by this? What kind of man gets turned on watching his fiance with another? Yet despite the conflict tearing him apart, Arijit can't look away. His eyes remain fixed on the lewd tableau, drinking in every detail. His breathing is ragged, pulse racing as he battles his warring emotions.
Supratim's groans of pleasure grow more intense as Anita continues her degrading act. Suddenly, he grips her hair tightly, pulling her face away from his posterior.
"That's enough of that," he pants, his eyes dark with lust. "Now it's time for you to use that talented mouth of yours somewhere else."
Anita gasps for air, her face flushed and tear-stained. Arijit could see the relief in her eyes at being freed from her previous task, but it's quickly replaced by apprehension as she realizes what's coming next.
Supratim shifts his position, his manhood now inches from Anita's face. "You know what to do," he commands, his voice husky with desire.
Arijit feels a surge of hope as his fiance hesitates, her eyes darting between Supratim's expectant face and his throbbing member. A glimmer of the woman he thought he knew shines through, and for a moment Arijit dares to believe this madness might end.
The moment stretches, taut with tension. Arijit's fists clench and unclench at his sides as he waits. Will this be it? Will Anita finally refuse? Will she put an end to this depraved encounter and return to being the woman he married?
But Arijit's hope is short-lived. With a resigned sigh, Anita leans forward, her lips parting to accept Supratim into her mouth. His heart sinks, a leaden weight settling in his gut as he watches his fiance surrender to her baser desires. The brief flicker of the woman he thought he knew is extinguished, replaced by this wanton creature before him.
Anita's pink tongue darts out, licking a long stripe up Supratim's shaft before her lips close around the swollen head. Arijit can see her cheeks hollow as she sucks, her eyes fluttering closed in apparent bliss.
Supratim groans deeply, his hand coming to rest on the back of Anita's head. "That's it, baby," he encourages. "Take it all."
Arijit watches in horrified fascination as Anita complies, her head bobbing lower. Inch by inch, Supratim's thick cock disappears into her eager mouth. The wet, obscene sounds of her sucking fill the room, punctuated by Supratim's grunts of pleasure, “Ohhhhhh….. Unghhh!!!”. His fingers tangle in her hair, guiding her movements with increasing urgency.
"God, I've missed that mouth," Supratim pants, his hips bucking upwards.
Anita gags slightly as Supratim's thick shaft hits the back of her throat, but she doesn't stop. Her fingers dig into his muscular thighs, steadying herself as she pushes further. Tears gather in the corners of her eyes, but her expression remains one of determination and lust. She pulls back slightly, only to dive down again, her lips stretched wide around Supratim's girth. Her tongue works the underside of his cock as she bobs her head, applying suction with practiced skill.
“Mmmmm….aargghhhhhh!!”, Supratim's groans of pleasure echo in the room, spurring Anita to redouble her efforts.
Despair washes over Arijit, mingled with a potent cocktail of anger, shame, and persistent, unwanted arousal. His fiance - his Anita - is gone, replaced by this cock-hungry slut servicing another man. Yet his treacherous body still responds, his own erection throbbing painfully in his pants as he watches the depraved scene unfold.
Supratim's pleasure intensifies visibly. "Fuck, Anita, just like that. Don't stop."
Arijit notices a subtle shift in Anita's demeanor. Her movements become smoother, more confident. The tension in her shoulders begins to ease as she falls into a familiar rhythm.
"God, you're amazing," Supratim pants, his fingers tangling in Anita's hair. "No one does it like you do."
A small, involuntary moan escapes Anita's throat. "Mmmmph," she hums around Supratim's thick shaft.
Arijit's heart clenches as he realizes she's starting to respond to Supratim's praise. His fiance's resolve is crumbling before his eyes, her initial hesitation melting away.
"You love this, don't you?" Supratim says, his voice husky with lust. "You've missed the taste of me."
Anita's pace quickens slightly, her hands now caressing Supratim's muscular thighs. Her fingers trace patterns on his skin, relearning the contours of his body.
"Mmmm... mmhmm," Anita moans, the sound muffled by Supratim's cock but unmistakably affirmative.
"That's my girl," Supratim encourages, his hips bucking slightly. "Show me how much you've wanted this."
Her eyes flutter closed, losing herself in the act. Arijit watches in stunned silence as his fiance surrenders completely to her desires. The wet, obscene sounds of her enthusiastic sucking fill the room, punctuated by her increasingly vocal moans of pleasure.
Another moan from Anita, louder this time. "Mmmphh... ohh..." She pulls off for a moment, gasping wetly before diving back down.
Her eyes flutter closed, losing herself in the act. Arijit watches in stunned silence as his fiance surrenders completely to her desires. The wet, obscene sounds of her enthusiastic sucking fill the room, punctuated by her increasingly vocal moans of pleasure.
"Ohh... mmm... slurp... gag," Anita mumbles between strokes, her vocalizations growing more desperate and eager.
Supratim's groans of pleasure mix with Anita's muffled exclamations, creating a lewd symphony that tears at Arijit's heart. He can see the blissful expression on Anita's face, the way she worships Supratim's cock with lips, tongue, and throat.
"Gluk... gag... mmmph," Anita gurgles, coming up for air before plunging back down.
Arijit is paralyzed, watching his fiance slowly succumb to Supratim's influence. Her walls aren't completely down, but they're weakening with each passing moment. The poor man's eyes dart between Anita's flushed face and Supratim's expression of smug satisfaction. He can see the change happening in real-time - the last of Anita's hesitation melting away, replaced by growing enthusiasm.
Anita's sharp intake of breath is audible even from your hiding spot, Arijit. "Supratim, no... I can't. You know I hated doing that."
"But you did it anyway," Supratim counters, a smirk in his voice. "And you were so good at it."
Arijit's mind reels. Can it be true? His sweet, innocent Anita? His breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he struggles to reconcile this new information with the woman he thought he knew. He recalls Anita's shy smiles, her demure behavior in the bedroom. Was it all an act? How many other dark secrets has she been hiding? Despite those questions lingering in his mind, the thought of her performing such a depraved act sends a confusing mix of revulsion and arousal through him.
"Please, Supratim," Anita pleads. "Don't make me do this. It's... it's disgusting."
"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it," Supratim insists. "Remember how hard it made me? How I'd fuck you after?"
Arijit feels sick, imagining his fiance's tongue in such an intimate, filthy place. But his treacherous body responds, his cock throbbing painfully.
"I... I never liked it," Anita protests weakly. "I only did it because you asked."
"Then do it for me now," Supratim demands. "Show me you still know how to please me."
Arijit's head spins. The image of his fiance, his Anita, debasing herself like this... it's too much. Yet he can't look away, can't stop listening.
"Supratim, please..." Anita's voice is barely a whisper.
"Now, Anita," Supratim commands. "Get that talented tongue of yours to work."
With trembling hands and a look of resignation, Anita approaches Supratim's exposed form. "I... I can't believe I'm doing this again," she whispers, her voice quavering.
Supratim's grin is wolfish as he spreads his legs wider. "That's it, baby. You remember how."
Through the narrow gap in the blinds, he catches glimpses of the obscene tableau. He watches, transfixed, as Anita kneels between Supratim's legs, her face inches from his hairy ass. His stomach churns with revulsion, yet his cock throbs traitorously. The image is astonishing! Supratim's muscular body sprawled on the table, his legs spread wide and lifted. Anita's delicate shoulders, her head tilted up as she gazes at Supratim's exposed posterior. The vulnerability of Supratim's position contrasts sharply with the power he still seems to exude.
A bead of sweat trickles down Arijit's temple as he strains to see more. His breath continues in short, silent gasps, his heart pounding so loudly he fears they'll hear it through the door.
"That's it, baby," Supratim's deep voice encourages. "Show me how much you've missed this view."
He watches, helpless, as Anita leans in closer. Her hands come up to grip Supratim's muscular thighs, steadying herself as she moves her face towards his exposed ass.
Her tongue darts out, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence as she laps at Supratim's puckered hole. Arijit watches in horrified fascination as Anita's pink tongue navigates the coarse hair surrounding Supratim's intimate area. She starts with small, hesitant licks, her face flushing as she works around the dark, wiry curls.
Supratim groans deeply, encouraging her. "That's it, baby. Keep going."
Emboldened, Anita's licks become longer, more purposeful. Her tongue flattens, dragging slowly across the sensitive flesh, parting the hair as she goes. Arijit can see her jaw working as she varies her technique - quick flicks followed by broad, wet strokes. Supratim's hips begin to move, grinding subtly against Anita's face. His hands tighten on his thighs, pulling his legs wider apart. Anita responds eagerly, her tongue probing more insistently at his entrance, pushing past the ring of hair.
The wet, obscene sounds of her ministrations reach Arijit's ears, each slurp and moan sending shockwaves of revulsion and unwanted arousal through his body. He can see Anita's head moving rhythmically, her face buried between Supratim's ass cheeks as she works her tongue with evident skill and enthusiasm. Arijit's stomach churns even as his cock throbs painfully in his pants. The sight of his fiance performing such a depraved act is simultaneously repulsive and mesmerizing. He wants to look away, but finds himself captivated by every lewd detail - the sheen of saliva on Anita's chin, the way Supratim's hole clenches and relaxes under her attention, the look of ecstasy on Supratim's face.
"Fuck yes," Supratim groans, his head thrown back in ecstasy. "That's it, Anita. Get that tongue in deep."
“Mmmphhh…”, Anita's muffled whimpers mix with the obscene slurping sounds as she works her tongue deeper into Supratim's hairy ass. Arijit watches, mesmerized, as her head bobs between Supratim's muscular thighs. Her hands grip his flesh, fingers digging in as she pushes her face closer, desperate to please.
Supratim's cock twitches and leaks precum onto his stomach, a clear sign of his arousal. The thick shaft pulses with each probe of Anita's tongue, a string of sticky fluid connecting the tip to the pool forming on his abs. The wet sounds grow louder, more insistent. Anita's nose is pressed against Supratim's taint, her chin slick with saliva. She moans softly, the vibrations clearly felt by Supratim, who bucks his hips in response.
"Fuck, Anita, yes!" Supratim cries out. "Just like that!"
Anita responds to Supratim's demands with renewed vigor. Her tongue stiffens, probing insistently at his puckered hole. With a muffled moan, she breaches his tight ring, tongue delving inside. She begins to thrust, fucking Supratim's ass with her tongue as he groans in ecstasy. Saliva dribbles down her chin as she works, lost in the depraved act. Her head bobs rhythmically, nose pressed against his taint with each forward push.
The obscene, wet sounds of her rimming fill the room, punctuated by Supratim's grunts and Anita's muffled moans. She alternates between deep thrusts and broad licks across his sensitive hole, her technique honed from past experience.
Arijit starts shaking, disgust and arousal warring within him. The sight of his fiance's face buried in another man's ass, her tongue eagerly working his most intimate area, is both repulsive and intensely erotic.
Supratim's moans grow louder, more frantic. "Oh fuck, I'm close. Don't stop, Anita. Don't you dare fucking stop!"
Anita continues her degrading act, her face contorted in disgust even as her tongue probes deeper. Supratim's aggression mounts, his hands roughly gripping her hair.
"That's it," he snarls. "Do it like the dirty girl you are." Supratim's hips buck violently, practically smothering Anita. "Deeper! Show me how much you love it!"
Anita's head bobs rapidly, her tongue fucking in and out of Supratim's hole with increasing speed. Streams of saliva dribble down her chin, soaking Supratim's ass and dripping onto the floor below.
Supratim's cock throbs and leaks, a steady stream of precum now pooling on his stomach. His balls draw up tight against his body, a clear sign of his impending climax. He grinds his ass against Anita's face, practically riding her tongue as she works him closer to the edge.
Anita's own arousal is evident in the flush of her skin and the way her hips grind subtly against nothing. She's lost in the act, her world narrowed down to the taste and feel of Supratim's most intimate area. Her tongue swirls and probes, exploring every ridge and fold inside him.
"Look at you, so eager to please," Supratim taunts. "What would your fiance think if he could see you now?"
Arijit's fists clench as shame and anger war within him. But still, he watches, his own arousal an unrelenting torment. His nails dig painfully into his palms, the physical discomfort doing little to distract from the emotional turmoil raging inside. Arijit's jaw clenches, teeth grinding as he struggles to process the scene before him. Anger bubbles up - at Anita for her betrayal, at her boss for taking what isn't his, at himself for his body's traitorous response. The shame is overwhelming, threatening to consume him. How can he be aroused by this? What kind of man gets turned on watching his fiance with another? Yet despite the conflict tearing him apart, Arijit can't look away. His eyes remain fixed on the lewd tableau, drinking in every detail. His breathing is ragged, pulse racing as he battles his warring emotions.
Supratim's groans of pleasure grow more intense as Anita continues her degrading act. Suddenly, he grips her hair tightly, pulling her face away from his posterior.
"That's enough of that," he pants, his eyes dark with lust. "Now it's time for you to use that talented mouth of yours somewhere else."
Anita gasps for air, her face flushed and tear-stained. Arijit could see the relief in her eyes at being freed from her previous task, but it's quickly replaced by apprehension as she realizes what's coming next.
Supratim shifts his position, his manhood now inches from Anita's face. "You know what to do," he commands, his voice husky with desire.
Arijit feels a surge of hope as his fiance hesitates, her eyes darting between Supratim's expectant face and his throbbing member. A glimmer of the woman he thought he knew shines through, and for a moment Arijit dares to believe this madness might end.
The moment stretches, taut with tension. Arijit's fists clench and unclench at his sides as he waits. Will this be it? Will Anita finally refuse? Will she put an end to this depraved encounter and return to being the woman he married?
But Arijit's hope is short-lived. With a resigned sigh, Anita leans forward, her lips parting to accept Supratim into her mouth. His heart sinks, a leaden weight settling in his gut as he watches his fiance surrender to her baser desires. The brief flicker of the woman he thought he knew is extinguished, replaced by this wanton creature before him.
Anita's pink tongue darts out, licking a long stripe up Supratim's shaft before her lips close around the swollen head. Arijit can see her cheeks hollow as she sucks, her eyes fluttering closed in apparent bliss.
Supratim groans deeply, his hand coming to rest on the back of Anita's head. "That's it, baby," he encourages. "Take it all."
Arijit watches in horrified fascination as Anita complies, her head bobbing lower. Inch by inch, Supratim's thick cock disappears into her eager mouth. The wet, obscene sounds of her sucking fill the room, punctuated by Supratim's grunts of pleasure, “Ohhhhhh….. Unghhh!!!”. His fingers tangle in her hair, guiding her movements with increasing urgency.
"God, I've missed that mouth," Supratim pants, his hips bucking upwards.
Anita gags slightly as Supratim's thick shaft hits the back of her throat, but she doesn't stop. Her fingers dig into his muscular thighs, steadying herself as she pushes further. Tears gather in the corners of her eyes, but her expression remains one of determination and lust. She pulls back slightly, only to dive down again, her lips stretched wide around Supratim's girth. Her tongue works the underside of his cock as she bobs her head, applying suction with practiced skill.
“Mmmmm….aargghhhhhh!!”, Supratim's groans of pleasure echo in the room, spurring Anita to redouble her efforts.
Despair washes over Arijit, mingled with a potent cocktail of anger, shame, and persistent, unwanted arousal. His fiance - his Anita - is gone, replaced by this cock-hungry slut servicing another man. Yet his treacherous body still responds, his own erection throbbing painfully in his pants as he watches the depraved scene unfold.
Supratim's pleasure intensifies visibly. "Fuck, Anita, just like that. Don't stop."
Arijit notices a subtle shift in Anita's demeanor. Her movements become smoother, more confident. The tension in her shoulders begins to ease as she falls into a familiar rhythm.
"God, you're amazing," Supratim pants, his fingers tangling in Anita's hair. "No one does it like you do."
A small, involuntary moan escapes Anita's throat. "Mmmmph," she hums around Supratim's thick shaft.
Arijit's heart clenches as he realizes she's starting to respond to Supratim's praise. His fiance's resolve is crumbling before his eyes, her initial hesitation melting away.
"You love this, don't you?" Supratim says, his voice husky with lust. "You've missed the taste of me."
Anita's pace quickens slightly, her hands now caressing Supratim's muscular thighs. Her fingers trace patterns on his skin, relearning the contours of his body.
"Mmmm... mmhmm," Anita moans, the sound muffled by Supratim's cock but unmistakably affirmative.
"That's my girl," Supratim encourages, his hips bucking slightly. "Show me how much you've wanted this."
Her eyes flutter closed, losing herself in the act. Arijit watches in stunned silence as his fiance surrenders completely to her desires. The wet, obscene sounds of her enthusiastic sucking fill the room, punctuated by her increasingly vocal moans of pleasure.
Another moan from Anita, louder this time. "Mmmphh... ohh..." She pulls off for a moment, gasping wetly before diving back down.
Her eyes flutter closed, losing herself in the act. Arijit watches in stunned silence as his fiance surrenders completely to her desires. The wet, obscene sounds of her enthusiastic sucking fill the room, punctuated by her increasingly vocal moans of pleasure.
"Ohh... mmm... slurp... gag," Anita mumbles between strokes, her vocalizations growing more desperate and eager.
Supratim's groans of pleasure mix with Anita's muffled exclamations, creating a lewd symphony that tears at Arijit's heart. He can see the blissful expression on Anita's face, the way she worships Supratim's cock with lips, tongue, and throat.
"Gluk... gag... mmmph," Anita gurgles, coming up for air before plunging back down.
Arijit is paralyzed, watching his fiance slowly succumb to Supratim's influence. Her walls aren't completely down, but they're weakening with each passing moment. The poor man's eyes dart between Anita's flushed face and Supratim's expression of smug satisfaction. He can see the change happening in real-time - the last of Anita's hesitation melting away, replaced by growing enthusiasm.
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