03-08-2025, 11:22 PM
With her eyes still locked on his, Meher pulled her legs together, tucking his oversized T-shirt between them, curled into a fetal position beside him. Her knees brushed against Aarav’s hip, her finger lazily tracing circles in the soft curls above his ear.
Meher: “You know I care about you… so much, right?”
Aarav: “I care about you too.”
It felt like she wanted to say more—her lips tucked inward, gently biting the lower one—then she just smiled faintly and tapped his cheek.
Meher:“We should go downstairs.”
Aarav: “Yeah… I guess we should.”
It was over. Quick, maybe too quick, but not meaningless. It had weight. It had them in it. Aarav was already thinking about later—maybe when the sun dipped a little, he’d try again. Or definitely at night, under the stars, when they'd have the room to themselves. And they’d make all the noise they wanted, no matter what Aayan or anyone else might think.
Aarav:“Did you guys manage the alcohol?”
He tried to keep the edge out of his voice.
Meher rolled her eyes and brushed her thumb along his jaw.
Meher: “Nope.”
Aarav:“All of you couldn’t figure something out?”
Meher: “I’ll ask Aayan when he gets here.”
Aarav: “Didn’t I already say that?”
Meher: “Yeah, but we’re too far out. Everyone else had their own weekend plans. It’s too late to drag them all up here.”
That part he was happy about. The exclusivity was what made this whole thing special. Just a small, messy group.
Aarav: “Fine. Ask Aayan then.”
Even if it wasn’t the best idea. Meher was smart, yeah—but she had that wild streak. And Shelby and Riya? Same energy. Aayan was more grounded, but if Rocky was tagging along…
Meher: “Hey, want to see something?”
Her face lit up with a grin—mischievous, excited, like she was about to let him in on a secret.
Aarav: “What is it?”
Meher:“Something I want to show you.”
She got up without hesitation, still completely bare, bathed in golden light streaming in from the lake through the open window. Downstairs, voices rose—cheering, laughter, loud bottle clinks. Someone had arrived.Probably Aayan.
But Meher didn’t seem to notice or care. She crouched by her suitcase, unbothered by her nudity now. Still clutching his T-shirt between her legs, she unzipped the bag, wiped herself again with the shirt, then tossed it aside.
Aarav:“What are you doing?”
Meher: “Thinking if I should make you turn around first.”
Aarav: “You’re literally already naked.”
He smirked, pulled a pillow behind his head, settling in. His knees hung over the bed’s edge, still very much exposed. He didn’t care. Not when she looked like that.
Meher: “It’s a surprise.”
Aarav: “Should I close my eyes?”
Meher: “Yes! Don’t peek.”
He mostly closed them—but kept them just narrow enough to watch her. Even though she assumed he wasn’t looking, she still turned her back.
She walked over to the opposite bed, set down the bikini top. Bright turquoise. It sparkled like Goa water. Two tiny triangle cups.
He watched her hold up the thong bottom, heart hammering. Was she really going to wear that in front of everyone?
Meher: “I bought it with Shelby—remember that shop next to Zivame? Bit pricey, but worth it…”
Meher was walking away from him, completely naked—her fair skin glowing in the soft afternoon light. Her back arched just a little, hair cascading down to the middle of her spine, stopping just before the delicious curve of her waist. The gentle slope led down to her round, bare ass—plump, perfectly toned, jiggling slightly with each slow step she took. Her thighs swayed, a soft gap glimmering between them as she bent slightly to lay the bikini top on the bed.
Aarav watched with wide eyes, heart hammering, cock hard and twitching.She picked up the thong, held it up with two fingers—bright turquoise, a sparkling wisp of nothing. Her lips parted as she spoke, but her words barely registered.
Then—
SLAM.
The door burst open.
Rocky.
Aayan’s friend. Broad, tan, gym-cut. Backward cap. Tank top clinging to his chest. He stopped at the doorway—and froze.And so did time.
Rocky's eyes dropped instantly—locked on Meher's naked body.
She hadn’t even turned yet. He got the full view—that ass, round and bare, smooth as cream, back arched, thighs slightly parted in a way that offered just the faintest peek between her legs.
She gasped, eyes wide—spinning too late.She gasped, eyes wide—spinning too late.
Her tits bounced, round and soft, nipples tight and flushed from the rush of blood and panic. She shrieked, tried covering her chest with one arm, grabbing the thong with the other, holding it in front of her crotch—but it was hopeless. There was too much skin. Too much softness. Too much of her on display.
Rocky’s face split into a huge grin.
Rocky:“What’s up, titties?”
He winked, laughed, then casually shut the door again like it was all a joke. Aarav could hear his voice in the hallway
Rocky: “That room’s definitely taken, bro.”
Aayan:“Yeah, that’s my sister’s room.”
Meher’s face was flushed.
Meher: “What a complete asshole.”
Aarav: “That was Rocky, right?”
Meher:“Yep. I can’t believe him. Does nobody knock anymore?”
Aarav stood, still covering himself with one hand, the other pulling her gently close.
Aarav:“You okay?”
Meher: “I’m fine.”
She stepped into the bikini bottom, and he realized—yeah, it was a thong. His stomach twisted.
Aarav:“Wait… is that a thong?”
Meher:“You think Mom would’ve flipped?”
Aarav: “Oh, totally.”
Meher:“Shouldn’t you be turned around?”
He rolled his eyes and did it. She dressed behind him; he grabbed his shorts.
Meher:“Okay.”
He turned back.
Holy. Shit.
The bikini barely existed. Two patches up top, tiny string bottom that barely covered anything. Her ass was... entirely visible.
Aarav:“What does it look like from the back?”
She rotated, biting her lip.
Aarav gawked—speechless.
Meher: “Is that bad or good?”
Aarav: “Both. Good, because I love it. Bad, because everyone else will too.”
Satisfied, she padded back to him, kissed his cheek.
Meher:“Don’t be such a problem.”
Aarav:Please wear shorts till we’re by the water.”
Meher:“Okay, baba,” she giggled.
As they came downstairs, the living room was already buzzing with voices and laughter. Neha and Kunal were there, lounging on beanbags, chatting with Tanya and Samar.
Meher’s brother Aayan had just arrived too—three years older, recently back from Bangalore. With him were his friends: Rocky, Jake, and Parth.
Aayan was chill with her being in a relationship with Aarav—never made it weird, just like Shilpi aunty, who used to call Aarav her “damad beta” for fun.
Aarav: “Oye Aayan bhai!”
Aayan: “Arre Aarav! What’s up, bro?”
Meher hugged her brother tight. It had been three months since she last saw him.
Meher: “Finally! You forgot your little sister or what?”
Aayan: “Please, madam. I’ve been working day and night. You look the same—still bossing people around?”
Meher: “Ugh, shut up.”
She smacked his arm lightly, grinning. But then her face turned mock-serious.
Meher: “Also… tell your friend to knock before barging into people’s rooms.”
She glanced sharply at Rocky.
Rocky looked her up and down, pausing at her bare thighs peeking from under her oversized tee. A smug smirk formed on his lips.
Rocky: “Tell your sister to wear some clothes when company’s around.”
Meher: “It’s my bedroom!”
Her fists clenched. “Not a public park!”
Rocky: “Exactly. Not a nudist colony either.”
He turned back to his Coke, clearly enjoying the moment.
Meher: “Ugh, you’re such a dick.”
Aarav placed a hand on her back.
Aarav: “Chill, Meher.”
They all hung out for a while—laughing, pulling each other’s legs. Music played low in the background. Parth was trying to set up the speaker properly. Jake had already stolen half the chips. The whole room smelled like deo, soda, and pizza.
Aayan eventually excused himself to the bathroom.
Just then, another guy walked in—another of Aayan’s college friends. Slightly taller, with streaked hair and an overconfident smile.
Rocky nudged him.
Rocky: “That’s Aayan’s little sister. Used to be in high college when we passed out.”
He said it loud enough for Meher to hear.
Meher rolled her eyes.
Meher: “I’m in college now, FYI. And I’m twenty-two, not twelve.”
Rocky: “Still lil sis to us. Sorry, rules are rules.”
Meher gave him a mock glare, then turned to Aarav.
Meher: “Why does your gender come with so much audacity?”
Aarav: “I was gonna ask the same about yours.”
They laughed, even as Rocky raised an eyebrow, still amused, still watching her.
Aarav was helping Rocky carry the last duffel bag up .Rocky was Aayan friend...he was quite popular in college ...Aarav remember he was a ladies man.
Rocky : “Tu bhi Aayan ke college mein tha kya?”
Aarav : “Haan, same batch.”
Rocky : “Hmm... yaad nahi padta tu.”
Aarav gave a tight smile. Rocky didn’t say it mockingly — but the indifference stung. Like he was being brushed off. Insignificant.
Inside, the house was buzzing with weekend energy — music low, fridge open and shut, someone laughing in the kitchen.
He scanned the hall. Where the hell was Meher? She wasn’t downstairs. Wasn’t outside either.
He headed toward the staircase, gut tightening a little without knowing why. As he climbed up, footsteps thumped lightly toward him. Jake.
Aarav: “Hey, did you see Meher?”
Jake barely paused, just flicked his thumb over his shoulder toward the closed door behind him.
Jake: “Yeah… in there.”
Aarav stopped. His eyes locked on the shut bedroom door.
In there?
He turned toward Jake.
Jake :“Maybe don’t go in there.”
And then Jake was gone, descending the stairs, the wood groaning under his casual steps.
Aarav was rooted. The door. Just a simple bedroom door. But it suddenly looked… sinister. Like something was happening on the other side that he wasn’t meant to see.
His breath quickened.
Jake just walked out from there… and Meher’s in there?
His thoughts spiraled. What the hell was she doing in a room like that? With Jake? Why did Jake say that line like that? That smirk? That fuck-you smile?
Aarav’s chest thudded. Something twisted in his stomach. He could feel his palms grow sweaty, heart slamming like it wanted out. His fingers curled and uncurled.
She wouldn’t…
But his brain didn’t stop. The images began forcing their way in — horrible, graphic, humiliating.
He could see her. Meher. His Meher. Bent over on the bed, half-dressed, her dusky skin flushed and gleaming with sweat. Her hair messy. Her eyes hazy.
His jaw clenched. Eyes still fixed on the door.
What if she was laughing with him right now? Moaning under him? Whispering things in his ear that Aarav had never heard from her?
The jealousy clawed at his insides like fire. The kind of burn you can’t put out.
He placed his hand on the handle.
It was cold.
So was the blood in his veins now.
Just open it.
But he couldn’t.
Because part of him didn’t want to see
Didn’t want to know what she was capable of when he wasn’t around. Didn’t want to hear her breathless voice whisper another man’s
name in a dark room.
His legs trembled. He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. He imagined the sound of skin slapping, of muffled gasps. Of her nails clawing at someone else’s back. Not his.
Aarav bit his lip, shut his eyes, and with a trembling breath, snapped the handle down.
Meher was with a man but it was Aayan her brother,a sense of relief.They were in the middle of a conversation,so he didn't disturbed them.
Few hours later.....
The sun was mellowing into late afternoon gold, casting a shimmering halo over the lake. Everyone had migrated to the water’s edge—some lying on towels, others sipping beers, the speaker lazily humming an indie track.
Jiya was practically in Jake’s lap near the rocks. Her fingers toyed with his hair, her laughter high-pitched and flirty. Aarav could see Jake’s hand resting dangerously close to her waistline.
But Aarav’s eyes weren’t on them for long.
They were on Meher.
She stood a few feet away, arms crossed over her shirt like she was undecided about something.
Meher : “Should I go in like this… or make a scene?”
Aarav smirked. “You’ll make a scene either way.”
Meher smiled, then leaned toward him—low enough that her lips brushed his ear.
Meher : “You sure you can handle it if I take this off?”
He swallowed. His voice came out low.
Aarav: “Try me.”
She grinned.
Then, with a deliberate tease, she hooked her fingers under the hem of her oversized shirt and began to lift. Inch by inch, smooth golden skin appeared… first her flat, toned stomach, the gentle dip of her navel, then the soft curve beneath her ribs—until the shirt bunched just below her chest.
And there they were.
Two plump, perfect tits barely caged by the flimsy turquoise bikini top—two skimpy triangles struggling to contain all that soft, heavy flesh. The swells jiggled slightly with each breath, the deep line of cleavage practically daring his eyes lower.
Aarav’s pulse roared in his ears.
Then came the shorts. She slid her thumbs inside the waistband, gave a devilish smirk, and peeled them down agonizingly slow—revealing the endless stretch of her smooth, sculpted thighs, kissed with sunlight.
And then… the thong.
A tiny wisp of fabric that barely covered her mound, hugging her hips with two thin strings. And at the back? Just a teasing little thread vanishing deep into the firm, round perfection of her ass—each cheek bouncing slightly with her movement, mouthwatering and obscene.
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Two guys near the dock,were staring openly.One elbowed the other and whispered something. They both laughed.So were all the group ,Jake,Rocky,kunal...
Aarav’s jaw clenched.
Meher noticed him stiffen. “What?”
Aarav: “Those guys are staring.”
Meher glanced once, casually. “Let them stare.”
Aarav : “It doesn’t bother you?”
Meher : “It shouldn’t bother you.I’m yours.”
He looked at her—really looked. Her wet hair curled slightly from lake spray, her chest rising with every breath. She was perfect. And he wasn’t the only one who knew it.
Aarav: “I’m gonna grab the chicken for the grill.”
Meher: “Hurry. I’m hungry.”
She winked, then turned, walking toward the water—her ass swaying in that thong, every bounce of it branded in his vision.
He headed toward the shaded grill area, tucked behind the trees, trying to calm himself. That’s when he heard them through the window.
Raj and Vishal. They hadn’t seen him approach.
Raj: “Bro, Jake’s totally gonna smash Jiya tonight. Did you see how she’s clinging to him?”
Vishal: “She might beg for it. Girl’s thirsty as hell.”
They both laughed. Aarav slowed, staying behind a tree. He should’ve walked away. But then
Raj “Still, forget Jiya, man you seen Meher?”
Vishal: “That’s Aayan’s sister, bro.”
Raj :“So what? Doesn’t make her any less fuckable. That bikini? She might as well be naked.”
Vishal: “Facts. But how the fuck did Aarav pull her?”
Raj : “Exactly! That dude? Skinny, quiet, soft. He looks like he reads poetry and apologizes after sex.”
Visha: “Meanwhile Meher looks like she’d ride you till your soul leaves your body.”
They both cracked up.
Raj: “Her tits are insane, bro. You saw when she took her shirt off? Full view. No shame. That ass—fuck. I’d risk getting slapped just to grab it.”
Vishal: “I’d take that risk too. And you saw the way she bent down near the towel? You could almost see—”
Aarav stepped back, fists balled, breath shallow. He couldn’t hear any more.
He grabbed the tray of marinated chicken from the cooler, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.
He walked out into the sun again.
There she was.
Meher, waist-deep in the lake, tossing her hair back, laughing at something Jiya said. Her skin gleamed, her curves wet and glistening, that bikini clinging to her like a second skin.
But Aarav?
He wasn’t smiling.
His ears still rang with their voices—
“How the fuck did Aarav pull her?”
“She looks like she’d ride you till your soul leaves your body.”
“That bikini? She might as well be naked.”
And worst of all—
He stared at Meher.
And felt it again.
That burn.
That cold, quiet ache in his chest.
Because they all saw her now
Not just as beautiful.
But as a girl they wanted to fuck.
Meher: “You know I care about you… so much, right?”
Aarav: “I care about you too.”
It felt like she wanted to say more—her lips tucked inward, gently biting the lower one—then she just smiled faintly and tapped his cheek.
Meher:“We should go downstairs.”
Aarav: “Yeah… I guess we should.”
It was over. Quick, maybe too quick, but not meaningless. It had weight. It had them in it. Aarav was already thinking about later—maybe when the sun dipped a little, he’d try again. Or definitely at night, under the stars, when they'd have the room to themselves. And they’d make all the noise they wanted, no matter what Aayan or anyone else might think.
Aarav:“Did you guys manage the alcohol?”
He tried to keep the edge out of his voice.
Meher rolled her eyes and brushed her thumb along his jaw.
Meher: “Nope.”
Aarav:“All of you couldn’t figure something out?”
Meher: “I’ll ask Aayan when he gets here.”
Aarav: “Didn’t I already say that?”
Meher: “Yeah, but we’re too far out. Everyone else had their own weekend plans. It’s too late to drag them all up here.”
That part he was happy about. The exclusivity was what made this whole thing special. Just a small, messy group.
Aarav: “Fine. Ask Aayan then.”
Even if it wasn’t the best idea. Meher was smart, yeah—but she had that wild streak. And Shelby and Riya? Same energy. Aayan was more grounded, but if Rocky was tagging along…
Meher: “Hey, want to see something?”
Her face lit up with a grin—mischievous, excited, like she was about to let him in on a secret.
Aarav: “What is it?”
Meher:“Something I want to show you.”
She got up without hesitation, still completely bare, bathed in golden light streaming in from the lake through the open window. Downstairs, voices rose—cheering, laughter, loud bottle clinks. Someone had arrived.Probably Aayan.
But Meher didn’t seem to notice or care. She crouched by her suitcase, unbothered by her nudity now. Still clutching his T-shirt between her legs, she unzipped the bag, wiped herself again with the shirt, then tossed it aside.
Aarav:“What are you doing?”
Meher: “Thinking if I should make you turn around first.”
Aarav: “You’re literally already naked.”
He smirked, pulled a pillow behind his head, settling in. His knees hung over the bed’s edge, still very much exposed. He didn’t care. Not when she looked like that.
Meher: “It’s a surprise.”
Aarav: “Should I close my eyes?”
Meher: “Yes! Don’t peek.”
He mostly closed them—but kept them just narrow enough to watch her. Even though she assumed he wasn’t looking, she still turned her back.
She walked over to the opposite bed, set down the bikini top. Bright turquoise. It sparkled like Goa water. Two tiny triangle cups.
He watched her hold up the thong bottom, heart hammering. Was she really going to wear that in front of everyone?
Meher: “I bought it with Shelby—remember that shop next to Zivame? Bit pricey, but worth it…”
Meher was walking away from him, completely naked—her fair skin glowing in the soft afternoon light. Her back arched just a little, hair cascading down to the middle of her spine, stopping just before the delicious curve of her waist. The gentle slope led down to her round, bare ass—plump, perfectly toned, jiggling slightly with each slow step she took. Her thighs swayed, a soft gap glimmering between them as she bent slightly to lay the bikini top on the bed.
Aarav watched with wide eyes, heart hammering, cock hard and twitching.She picked up the thong, held it up with two fingers—bright turquoise, a sparkling wisp of nothing. Her lips parted as she spoke, but her words barely registered.
Then—
SLAM.
The door burst open.
Rocky.
Aayan’s friend. Broad, tan, gym-cut. Backward cap. Tank top clinging to his chest. He stopped at the doorway—and froze.And so did time.
Rocky's eyes dropped instantly—locked on Meher's naked body.
She hadn’t even turned yet. He got the full view—that ass, round and bare, smooth as cream, back arched, thighs slightly parted in a way that offered just the faintest peek between her legs.
She gasped, eyes wide—spinning too late.She gasped, eyes wide—spinning too late.
Her tits bounced, round and soft, nipples tight and flushed from the rush of blood and panic. She shrieked, tried covering her chest with one arm, grabbing the thong with the other, holding it in front of her crotch—but it was hopeless. There was too much skin. Too much softness. Too much of her on display.
Rocky’s face split into a huge grin.
Rocky:“What’s up, titties?”
He winked, laughed, then casually shut the door again like it was all a joke. Aarav could hear his voice in the hallway
Rocky: “That room’s definitely taken, bro.”
Aayan:“Yeah, that’s my sister’s room.”
Meher’s face was flushed.
Meher: “What a complete asshole.”
Aarav: “That was Rocky, right?”
Meher:“Yep. I can’t believe him. Does nobody knock anymore?”
Aarav stood, still covering himself with one hand, the other pulling her gently close.
Aarav:“You okay?”
Meher: “I’m fine.”
She stepped into the bikini bottom, and he realized—yeah, it was a thong. His stomach twisted.
Aarav:“Wait… is that a thong?”
Meher:“You think Mom would’ve flipped?”
Aarav: “Oh, totally.”
Meher:“Shouldn’t you be turned around?”
He rolled his eyes and did it. She dressed behind him; he grabbed his shorts.
Meher:“Okay.”
He turned back.
Holy. Shit.
The bikini barely existed. Two patches up top, tiny string bottom that barely covered anything. Her ass was... entirely visible.
Aarav:“What does it look like from the back?”
She rotated, biting her lip.
Aarav gawked—speechless.
Meher: “Is that bad or good?”
Aarav: “Both. Good, because I love it. Bad, because everyone else will too.”
Satisfied, she padded back to him, kissed his cheek.
Meher:“Don’t be such a problem.”
Aarav:Please wear shorts till we’re by the water.”
Meher:“Okay, baba,” she giggled.
As they came downstairs, the living room was already buzzing with voices and laughter. Neha and Kunal were there, lounging on beanbags, chatting with Tanya and Samar.
Meher’s brother Aayan had just arrived too—three years older, recently back from Bangalore. With him were his friends: Rocky, Jake, and Parth.
Aayan was chill with her being in a relationship with Aarav—never made it weird, just like Shilpi aunty, who used to call Aarav her “damad beta” for fun.
Aarav: “Oye Aayan bhai!”
Aayan: “Arre Aarav! What’s up, bro?”
Meher hugged her brother tight. It had been three months since she last saw him.
Meher: “Finally! You forgot your little sister or what?”
Aayan: “Please, madam. I’ve been working day and night. You look the same—still bossing people around?”
Meher: “Ugh, shut up.”
She smacked his arm lightly, grinning. But then her face turned mock-serious.
Meher: “Also… tell your friend to knock before barging into people’s rooms.”
She glanced sharply at Rocky.
Rocky looked her up and down, pausing at her bare thighs peeking from under her oversized tee. A smug smirk formed on his lips.
Rocky: “Tell your sister to wear some clothes when company’s around.”
Meher: “It’s my bedroom!”
Her fists clenched. “Not a public park!”
Rocky: “Exactly. Not a nudist colony either.”
He turned back to his Coke, clearly enjoying the moment.
Meher: “Ugh, you’re such a dick.”
Aarav placed a hand on her back.
Aarav: “Chill, Meher.”
They all hung out for a while—laughing, pulling each other’s legs. Music played low in the background. Parth was trying to set up the speaker properly. Jake had already stolen half the chips. The whole room smelled like deo, soda, and pizza.
Aayan eventually excused himself to the bathroom.
Just then, another guy walked in—another of Aayan’s college friends. Slightly taller, with streaked hair and an overconfident smile.
Rocky nudged him.
Rocky: “That’s Aayan’s little sister. Used to be in high college when we passed out.”
He said it loud enough for Meher to hear.
Meher rolled her eyes.
Meher: “I’m in college now, FYI. And I’m twenty-two, not twelve.”
Rocky: “Still lil sis to us. Sorry, rules are rules.”
Meher gave him a mock glare, then turned to Aarav.
Meher: “Why does your gender come with so much audacity?”
Aarav: “I was gonna ask the same about yours.”
They laughed, even as Rocky raised an eyebrow, still amused, still watching her.
Aarav was helping Rocky carry the last duffel bag up .Rocky was Aayan friend...he was quite popular in college ...Aarav remember he was a ladies man.
Rocky : “Tu bhi Aayan ke college mein tha kya?”
Aarav : “Haan, same batch.”
Rocky : “Hmm... yaad nahi padta tu.”
Aarav gave a tight smile. Rocky didn’t say it mockingly — but the indifference stung. Like he was being brushed off. Insignificant.
Inside, the house was buzzing with weekend energy — music low, fridge open and shut, someone laughing in the kitchen.
He scanned the hall. Where the hell was Meher? She wasn’t downstairs. Wasn’t outside either.
He headed toward the staircase, gut tightening a little without knowing why. As he climbed up, footsteps thumped lightly toward him. Jake.
Aarav: “Hey, did you see Meher?”
Jake barely paused, just flicked his thumb over his shoulder toward the closed door behind him.
Jake: “Yeah… in there.”
Aarav stopped. His eyes locked on the shut bedroom door.
In there?
He turned toward Jake.
Jake :“Maybe don’t go in there.”
And then Jake was gone, descending the stairs, the wood groaning under his casual steps.
Aarav was rooted. The door. Just a simple bedroom door. But it suddenly looked… sinister. Like something was happening on the other side that he wasn’t meant to see.
His breath quickened.
Jake just walked out from there… and Meher’s in there?
His thoughts spiraled. What the hell was she doing in a room like that? With Jake? Why did Jake say that line like that? That smirk? That fuck-you smile?
Aarav’s chest thudded. Something twisted in his stomach. He could feel his palms grow sweaty, heart slamming like it wanted out. His fingers curled and uncurled.
She wouldn’t…
But his brain didn’t stop. The images began forcing their way in — horrible, graphic, humiliating.
He could see her. Meher. His Meher. Bent over on the bed, half-dressed, her dusky skin flushed and gleaming with sweat. Her hair messy. Her eyes hazy.
His jaw clenched. Eyes still fixed on the door.
What if she was laughing with him right now? Moaning under him? Whispering things in his ear that Aarav had never heard from her?
The jealousy clawed at his insides like fire. The kind of burn you can’t put out.
He placed his hand on the handle.
It was cold.
So was the blood in his veins now.
Just open it.
But he couldn’t.
Because part of him didn’t want to see
Didn’t want to know what she was capable of when he wasn’t around. Didn’t want to hear her breathless voice whisper another man’s
name in a dark room.
His legs trembled. He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. He imagined the sound of skin slapping, of muffled gasps. Of her nails clawing at someone else’s back. Not his.
Aarav bit his lip, shut his eyes, and with a trembling breath, snapped the handle down.
Meher was with a man but it was Aayan her brother,a sense of relief.They were in the middle of a conversation,so he didn't disturbed them.
Few hours later.....
The sun was mellowing into late afternoon gold, casting a shimmering halo over the lake. Everyone had migrated to the water’s edge—some lying on towels, others sipping beers, the speaker lazily humming an indie track.
Jiya was practically in Jake’s lap near the rocks. Her fingers toyed with his hair, her laughter high-pitched and flirty. Aarav could see Jake’s hand resting dangerously close to her waistline.
But Aarav’s eyes weren’t on them for long.
They were on Meher.
She stood a few feet away, arms crossed over her shirt like she was undecided about something.
Meher : “Should I go in like this… or make a scene?”
Aarav smirked. “You’ll make a scene either way.”
Meher smiled, then leaned toward him—low enough that her lips brushed his ear.
Meher : “You sure you can handle it if I take this off?”
He swallowed. His voice came out low.
Aarav: “Try me.”
She grinned.
Then, with a deliberate tease, she hooked her fingers under the hem of her oversized shirt and began to lift. Inch by inch, smooth golden skin appeared… first her flat, toned stomach, the gentle dip of her navel, then the soft curve beneath her ribs—until the shirt bunched just below her chest.
And there they were.
Two plump, perfect tits barely caged by the flimsy turquoise bikini top—two skimpy triangles struggling to contain all that soft, heavy flesh. The swells jiggled slightly with each breath, the deep line of cleavage practically daring his eyes lower.
Aarav’s pulse roared in his ears.
Then came the shorts. She slid her thumbs inside the waistband, gave a devilish smirk, and peeled them down agonizingly slow—revealing the endless stretch of her smooth, sculpted thighs, kissed with sunlight.
And then… the thong.
A tiny wisp of fabric that barely covered her mound, hugging her hips with two thin strings. And at the back? Just a teasing little thread vanishing deep into the firm, round perfection of her ass—each cheek bouncing slightly with her movement, mouthwatering and obscene.
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Aarav’s jaw clenched.
Meher noticed him stiffen. “What?”
Aarav: “Those guys are staring.”
Meher glanced once, casually. “Let them stare.”
Aarav : “It doesn’t bother you?”
Meher : “It shouldn’t bother you.I’m yours.”
He looked at her—really looked. Her wet hair curled slightly from lake spray, her chest rising with every breath. She was perfect. And he wasn’t the only one who knew it.
Aarav: “I’m gonna grab the chicken for the grill.”
Meher: “Hurry. I’m hungry.”
She winked, then turned, walking toward the water—her ass swaying in that thong, every bounce of it branded in his vision.
He headed toward the shaded grill area, tucked behind the trees, trying to calm himself. That’s when he heard them through the window.
Raj and Vishal. They hadn’t seen him approach.
Raj: “Bro, Jake’s totally gonna smash Jiya tonight. Did you see how she’s clinging to him?”
Vishal: “She might beg for it. Girl’s thirsty as hell.”
They both laughed. Aarav slowed, staying behind a tree. He should’ve walked away. But then
Raj “Still, forget Jiya, man you seen Meher?”
Vishal: “That’s Aayan’s sister, bro.”
Raj :“So what? Doesn’t make her any less fuckable. That bikini? She might as well be naked.”
Vishal: “Facts. But how the fuck did Aarav pull her?”
Raj : “Exactly! That dude? Skinny, quiet, soft. He looks like he reads poetry and apologizes after sex.”
Visha: “Meanwhile Meher looks like she’d ride you till your soul leaves your body.”
They both cracked up.
Raj: “Her tits are insane, bro. You saw when she took her shirt off? Full view. No shame. That ass—fuck. I’d risk getting slapped just to grab it.”
Vishal: “I’d take that risk too. And you saw the way she bent down near the towel? You could almost see—”
Aarav stepped back, fists balled, breath shallow. He couldn’t hear any more.
He grabbed the tray of marinated chicken from the cooler, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.
He walked out into the sun again.
There she was.
Meher, waist-deep in the lake, tossing her hair back, laughing at something Jiya said. Her skin gleamed, her curves wet and glistening, that bikini clinging to her like a second skin.
But Aarav?
He wasn’t smiling.
His ears still rang with their voices—
“How the fuck did Aarav pull her?”
“She looks like she’d ride you till your soul leaves your body.”
“That bikini? She might as well be naked.”
And worst of all—
He stared at Meher.
And felt it again.
That burn.
That cold, quiet ache in his chest.
Because they all saw her now
Not just as beautiful.
But as a girl they wanted to fuck.
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