05-08-2025, 07:11 AM
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Chapter 18: Ravi & Kumar (Act 17)
As Rahim snored softly, sprawled across the bed in a drunken stupor, Lina slipped into the bathroom, her thoughts consumed by the deal she’d made with Kumar earlier. The hot water cascaded over her skin, but it did little to soothe the turmoil inside her. The memory of Kumar’s voice, low and insistent, echoed in her mind: “Tonight. Don’t make me wait.”
She stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself, and noticed her phone buzzing repeatedly on the counter. Multiple texts from Kumar. Her stomach clenched as she read them, he was impatient, demanding. “Are you coming or not?” he’d written. The last text included a location: an empty parking lot near the edge of flats.
Her hands shook as she dressed quickly in a sweater and jeans, glancing at the clock. 3 a.m. The building was silent, but the risk of being seen leaving gnawed at her. She thought of Rahim, oblivious, and Ravi, who’d been too distracted to notice earlier when Kumar had dropped her off. This is crazy, she told herself, but the pull of Kumar’s promise, his silence in exchange for one more night was too strong to ignore.
She slipped out of the flat, her heart pounding with each step. The cool night air wrapped around her as she hurried down the street, her mind racing. What am I doing? Guilt clawed at her, but beneath it was something else...a dark, undeniable craving that refused to be silenced. She kept to the shadows, avoiding the streetlights, until she saw the outline of Kumar’s van in the distance.
Lina stood in the dimly lit parking lot, the cool night air brushing against her ankles as she approached Kumar’s van. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of guilt and anticipation swirling inside her. She glanced around, ensuring no one was watching, before slipping into the passenger seat. The scent of Kumar’s cologne filled the confined space, a familiar yet unnerving reminder of their earlier encounter.
“You came,” Kumar said softly, his eyes locked on hers. His voice carried a hint of relief, but also something darker, more insistent.
“I shouldn’t have,” Lina replied, her tone clipped. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself from whatever was about to happen. “This is a mistake, Kumar. It can’t happen again.”
Kumar leaned back in his seat, his gaze never leaving hers. “We both know that’s not true, Lina. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t feel it too.” He reached out, his fingers grazing her knee gently. “You were amazing earlier. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Lina flinched at his touch, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed no. “That was different,” she said, her voice wavering. “I wasn’t thinking clearly. The weed, the adrenaline… it messed with my head.”
Kumar’s hand moved higher, sliding up her thigh with deliberate slowness. “And now? Are you thinking clearly now?” He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Because I don’t think you’d be here if you really wanted to stop.”
“Kumar… stop this at once,” Lina commanded, her voice firm despite the tremble in her hands.
Kumar froze, his fingers retreating from her thigh as if he’d been burned. He leaned back against his seat, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. “You know, Lina, it’s not easy for me either,” he began, his tone laced with frustration and something deeper...sadness. “My wife… she doesn’t even look at me the same way since I lost my job. I haven’t had sex in over six months, not until today with you. I spend every night alone, watching porn, thinking about that camping trip… about how good it felt when you sucked my cock.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, holding it up like it was some kind of peace offering. “I’ll use protection this time. It’ll be quick, I promise.”
Lina’s chest tightened as she listened, torn between pity and revulsion. “Kumar, I… I can’t do this again,” she said softly but firmly. “What happened earlier was a mistake. I can’t forgive myself for it, and I don’t want to keep living like this. I just want to move forward with Rahim, to help him with the shop, to be a better wife.”
Kumar’’s expression darkened for a moment before he sighed again, slumping further into his seat. “You should know something,” he admitted, his voice low. “Before we met at the bar tonight, Ravi and I… we planned to find a way to seduce you. I didn’t expect the weed would lead to… well, what happened earlier. I’m not going to lie, Lina, I’m grateful for that moment. But I haven’t told Kumar anything about it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Lina let out a shaky breath, relief mingling with the weight of his confession. “I’m tired of being treated like some kind of object, Kumar. I’m not a whore who jumps into vans for quickies. I have a life, a husband, and I want to respect that.”
Kumar studied her for a long moment before nodding slowly. “I can see that now,” he said quietly. “I won’t push you anymore. But… could we at least share one more kiss? Just a kiss, nothing more. I promise I’ll be respectful.”
Lina hesitated, her heart racing. She knew she should say no, knew she should walk away and never look back. But there was something in Kumar's ’s voice...a vulnerability that tugged at her. “No touching,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just a kiss.”
Kumar nodded, his face softening. “Just a kiss,” he agreed.
Lina closed her eyes as he leaned in, his breath warm against her lips. Her heart pounded as their mouths met, his lips moving gently against hers. It was soft, almost tender, and for a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to get lost in it. But even as her body responded, her mind stayed firm. This was where it ended...where she drew the line.
When they finally pulled apart, Lina opened her eyes, her resolve stronger than ever. “Goodbye, Kumar,” she said quietly before stepping out of the van and into the cool night air, leaving the past behind her.
As Rahim snored softly, sprawled across the bed in a drunken stupor, Lina slipped into the bathroom, her thoughts consumed by the deal she’d made with Kumar earlier. The hot water cascaded over her skin, but it did little to soothe the turmoil inside her. The memory of Kumar’s voice, low and insistent, echoed in her mind: “Tonight. Don’t make me wait.”
She stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself, and noticed her phone buzzing repeatedly on the counter. Multiple texts from Kumar. Her stomach clenched as she read them, he was impatient, demanding. “Are you coming or not?” he’d written. The last text included a location: an empty parking lot near the edge of flats.
Her hands shook as she dressed quickly in a sweater and jeans, glancing at the clock. 3 a.m. The building was silent, but the risk of being seen leaving gnawed at her. She thought of Rahim, oblivious, and Ravi, who’d been too distracted to notice earlier when Kumar had dropped her off. This is crazy, she told herself, but the pull of Kumar’s promise, his silence in exchange for one more night was too strong to ignore.
She slipped out of the flat, her heart pounding with each step. The cool night air wrapped around her as she hurried down the street, her mind racing. What am I doing? Guilt clawed at her, but beneath it was something else...a dark, undeniable craving that refused to be silenced. She kept to the shadows, avoiding the streetlights, until she saw the outline of Kumar’s van in the distance.
Lina stood in the dimly lit parking lot, the cool night air brushing against her ankles as she approached Kumar’s van. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of guilt and anticipation swirling inside her. She glanced around, ensuring no one was watching, before slipping into the passenger seat. The scent of Kumar’s cologne filled the confined space, a familiar yet unnerving reminder of their earlier encounter.
“You came,” Kumar said softly, his eyes locked on hers. His voice carried a hint of relief, but also something darker, more insistent.
“I shouldn’t have,” Lina replied, her tone clipped. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself from whatever was about to happen. “This is a mistake, Kumar. It can’t happen again.”
Kumar leaned back in his seat, his gaze never leaving hers. “We both know that’s not true, Lina. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t feel it too.” He reached out, his fingers grazing her knee gently. “You were amazing earlier. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Lina flinched at his touch, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed no. “That was different,” she said, her voice wavering. “I wasn’t thinking clearly. The weed, the adrenaline… it messed with my head.”
Kumar’s hand moved higher, sliding up her thigh with deliberate slowness. “And now? Are you thinking clearly now?” He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Because I don’t think you’d be here if you really wanted to stop.”
“Kumar… stop this at once,” Lina commanded, her voice firm despite the tremble in her hands.
Kumar froze, his fingers retreating from her thigh as if he’d been burned. He leaned back against his seat, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. “You know, Lina, it’s not easy for me either,” he began, his tone laced with frustration and something deeper...sadness. “My wife… she doesn’t even look at me the same way since I lost my job. I haven’t had sex in over six months, not until today with you. I spend every night alone, watching porn, thinking about that camping trip… about how good it felt when you sucked my cock.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, holding it up like it was some kind of peace offering. “I’ll use protection this time. It’ll be quick, I promise.”
Lina’s chest tightened as she listened, torn between pity and revulsion. “Kumar, I… I can’t do this again,” she said softly but firmly. “What happened earlier was a mistake. I can’t forgive myself for it, and I don’t want to keep living like this. I just want to move forward with Rahim, to help him with the shop, to be a better wife.”
Kumar’’s expression darkened for a moment before he sighed again, slumping further into his seat. “You should know something,” he admitted, his voice low. “Before we met at the bar tonight, Ravi and I… we planned to find a way to seduce you. I didn’t expect the weed would lead to… well, what happened earlier. I’m not going to lie, Lina, I’m grateful for that moment. But I haven’t told Kumar anything about it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Lina let out a shaky breath, relief mingling with the weight of his confession. “I’m tired of being treated like some kind of object, Kumar. I’m not a whore who jumps into vans for quickies. I have a life, a husband, and I want to respect that.”
Kumar studied her for a long moment before nodding slowly. “I can see that now,” he said quietly. “I won’t push you anymore. But… could we at least share one more kiss? Just a kiss, nothing more. I promise I’ll be respectful.”
Lina hesitated, her heart racing. She knew she should say no, knew she should walk away and never look back. But there was something in Kumar's ’s voice...a vulnerability that tugged at her. “No touching,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just a kiss.”
Kumar nodded, his face softening. “Just a kiss,” he agreed.
Lina closed her eyes as he leaned in, his breath warm against her lips. Her heart pounded as their mouths met, his lips moving gently against hers. It was soft, almost tender, and for a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to get lost in it. But even as her body responded, her mind stayed firm. This was where it ended...where she drew the line.
When they finally pulled apart, Lina opened her eyes, her resolve stronger than ever. “Goodbye, Kumar,” she said quietly before stepping out of the van and into the cool night air, leaving the past behind her.
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