10-08-2025, 06:35 PM
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On the way back to the barbecue, platter of marinated chicken trembling in his hands,Until now it had been a vague unease jealousy, irritation, something unspoken. But now it had shape. It had a name.Fear.
Fear that Meher was about to leave. That in a week, she'd be surrounded by guys like Kunal and Rocky older, buffer, cockier. Guys who’d fuck without blinking. Guys who wouldn’t mind fucking her if they got a chance.
Jake was wolfing down kebabs, mouth slick with oil, while Jiya giggled beside him, thighs pressed close, her tank top riding dangerously low. A little to the side, sitting on a stone ledge like she was posing for a swimsuit calendar, was .
Meher,His girl.Her bare ass cheeks spread against the sun-warmed stone, tiny bikini strings lost between them, her back arched slightly as she leaned to one side, pretending to scroll. But he knew her too well. The subtle twist of her hips. The way her chest puffed just slightly, pushing the barely-there bikini top higher, almost tipping a nipple free.
Then he noticed something on the metal side table.Jiya’s phone.Screen up. Lighting up from a fresh text.Meher’s name glowed on the notification bar.
Meher to jiya:
kunal’s body is gives me palpation.
His breath caught. Something inside him snapped.She was sitting half-naked her tight, tanned body glistening, thighs parted slightly, strings digging into her skin… and texting her friend about another man’s body?
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Meher was still on the ledge. Phone in her lap now, arms stretched behind her, chest up. Was she… was she posing? Wanting Kunal to notice?Aarav’s grip on the grill tightened. What the fuck was happening?
He didn’t even hear Aayan approaching until he was right beside him.Meher Big brother.Maybe his presence would bring some order to the chaos. Maybe he'd rein in Meher’s teasing and the boys’ constant, hungry stares.
Aayan:Hey, look at the chef. Command Central right here.
Aarav:Do I?
He chuckled, trying to sound normal, though inside he felt like his stitching was coming apart thread by thread.
Aayan:Sure looks like it, Aarav. Did you marinate this chicken yourself?
Aarav: Yup.
He forced a nod, avoiding eye contact. He could barely look up not with his head swarming with thoughts and his chest tight from jealousy and dread.
Aayan:Nice. Good job, chef.
Aarav nodded again, but his attention was pulled tugged like a puppet string toward the poolside. Across the patio, Meher sat on the low wooden ledge, posture straightening just as he looked. Her fingers tangled her wet hair into a loose top knot, arms raised high, showing off the toned curves of her bare back and the delicate sway of her hips. The turquoise bikini strings clung to her damp skin. Her breasts, small and perky, pressed against the thin fabric, flexing slightly as she moved.
Then he noticed movement from the side. Turning, he saw Mahira, Meher’s older sister and Aayan’s too walking toward the group, smiling as she carried a drink.
Aayan:Well look at that the Sharma siblings, all together.
Mahira and Meher were now seated together on the same bench, plates balanced on their laps.
Someone said,Hey, look at this, all the Sharmas together someone ought to take a picture.
Aayan:Aarav, would you take it?
Aarav: Man, I’d love to.
The sisters Meher, Mahira, and shuffled into frame. Aarav noticed how Meher adjusted the strap of her bikini top, tugged it higher, hiding just a little more of her cleavage. Maybe it was subconscious. Or maybe it was because she felt his eyes on her.Good.
Aayan: “We have time so Meher can put a shirt on?”
Mahira wagged a finger and said sternly: “Oh, don’t you dare. You don’t tell a girl what to wear.” Aayan dropped it with a laugh, but the slight shift in his smile told Aarav everything the nerves, the weight of expectations, the public performance of ease.
Aarav:Say cheese.
They did and he fired off several shots of the picture-perfect Sharma siblings, arms looped, sun kissing their faces, eyes twinkling with nostalgia and family pride.
Meher had leaned into Mahira’s shoulder, her smile soft, that tiny curl of lip Aarav always noticed when she wasn’t thinking about who was watching her. He locked that image in his mind.
Mahira:Send me those, Aayan!
Meher:Me too, please!
Aayan: Aarav, you got some good ones?
Aarav: Gold. You’ll love them.
He handed the phone back,Aayan went into the house.Mahira turned to Meher now, her tone catching as the moment suddenly felt heavier.
Mahira: I can’t believe my little sister is going to college next week...
She wrapped her arms around Meher tightly.
Meher:Stop it…
Riya joined them.
Meher:What’s with this?”.grabbing Riya
Mahira:You like it?
Meher: Yeah... I do.
Mahira:made a cartoonish face puffed cheeks, slow exhale but then her eyes narrowed slightly.
Riya:Are you ready for this?
Meher: What?
Her voice trembled with confusion. Innocent.
But something shifted in Riya’s tone. Riya stood up slowly.
Loose tee. Obscenely short denim shorts. Flip flops. Her legs gleamed under the soft garden light, thighs thick and oiled from lake water. The baggy T-shirt sagged off one shoulder, showing the neon strap of her bikini.
And then — like she knew exactly what she was doing she peeled the T-shirt off.
Male heads turned, one by one, as if pulled by instinct.A black scorpion tattoo curled up from her shoulder blade, coiled seductively over the top of her toned arm. Sharp. Sleek. Sexy.
Meher'smouth fell open.Her eyes widened.her fingers long, delicate, almost trembling reached out and traced the inky lines of the tattoo. Fingertip on bare skin. Slow. Curious.
Meher: It’s... awesome.
Riya:You think so?
Meher: I really love it.
Breathless. She actually sounded breathless.
Kunal turned and saw it too.
Meher: How much did it cost?
Riya: Like... 10k
Meher: really
Aarav : a tattoo also suit u
Meher:you think...
Aarav:i know
Meher hugged him.
Riya :“I can’t stand to think of you guys apart.”
Kunal:Apart why?
Riya: she is going to delhi for uni.
Rohit:Oh shit, dude.He sounded honestly shocked, not mocking.Then, suddenly, silence.
.Kunal: Tell me about it.
JAKE:I’m sure you guys will stay together.
He said it in his deep voice flat, unreadable. Could’ve been sincere. Could’ve been sarcastic. Nobody laughed.
Not even Meher.
KUNAL: Oh yeah. College girls are always faithful to their boyfriends, especially long distance one. Said sarcastica
lly
Uncomfortable giggle somewhere in the group.Meher’s face twitched.Eyes gleaming.A little wet maybe.I saw her eyes tremble.
Fear that Meher was about to leave. That in a week, she'd be surrounded by guys like Kunal and Rocky older, buffer, cockier. Guys who’d fuck without blinking. Guys who wouldn’t mind fucking her if they got a chance.
Jake was wolfing down kebabs, mouth slick with oil, while Jiya giggled beside him, thighs pressed close, her tank top riding dangerously low. A little to the side, sitting on a stone ledge like she was posing for a swimsuit calendar, was .
Meher,His girl.Her bare ass cheeks spread against the sun-warmed stone, tiny bikini strings lost between them, her back arched slightly as she leaned to one side, pretending to scroll. But he knew her too well. The subtle twist of her hips. The way her chest puffed just slightly, pushing the barely-there bikini top higher, almost tipping a nipple free.
Then he noticed something on the metal side table.Jiya’s phone.Screen up. Lighting up from a fresh text.Meher’s name glowed on the notification bar.
Meher to jiya:
kunal’s body is gives me palpation.
His breath caught. Something inside him snapped.She was sitting half-naked her tight, tanned body glistening, thighs parted slightly, strings digging into her skin… and texting her friend about another man’s body?
His gaze darted up.[img]<a href=[/img]
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" />Meher was still on the ledge. Phone in her lap now, arms stretched behind her, chest up. Was she… was she posing? Wanting Kunal to notice?Aarav’s grip on the grill tightened. What the fuck was happening?
He didn’t even hear Aayan approaching until he was right beside him.Meher Big brother.Maybe his presence would bring some order to the chaos. Maybe he'd rein in Meher’s teasing and the boys’ constant, hungry stares.
Aayan:Hey, look at the chef. Command Central right here.
Aarav:Do I?
He chuckled, trying to sound normal, though inside he felt like his stitching was coming apart thread by thread.
Aayan:Sure looks like it, Aarav. Did you marinate this chicken yourself?
Aarav: Yup.
He forced a nod, avoiding eye contact. He could barely look up not with his head swarming with thoughts and his chest tight from jealousy and dread.
Aayan:Nice. Good job, chef.
Aarav nodded again, but his attention was pulled tugged like a puppet string toward the poolside. Across the patio, Meher sat on the low wooden ledge, posture straightening just as he looked. Her fingers tangled her wet hair into a loose top knot, arms raised high, showing off the toned curves of her bare back and the delicate sway of her hips. The turquoise bikini strings clung to her damp skin. Her breasts, small and perky, pressed against the thin fabric, flexing slightly as she moved.
Then he noticed movement from the side. Turning, he saw Mahira, Meher’s older sister and Aayan’s too walking toward the group, smiling as she carried a drink.
Aayan:Well look at that the Sharma siblings, all together.
Mahira and Meher were now seated together on the same bench, plates balanced on their laps.
Someone said,Hey, look at this, all the Sharmas together someone ought to take a picture.
Aayan:Aarav, would you take it?
Aarav: Man, I’d love to.
The sisters Meher, Mahira, and shuffled into frame. Aarav noticed how Meher adjusted the strap of her bikini top, tugged it higher, hiding just a little more of her cleavage. Maybe it was subconscious. Or maybe it was because she felt his eyes on her.Good.
Aayan: “We have time so Meher can put a shirt on?”
Mahira wagged a finger and said sternly: “Oh, don’t you dare. You don’t tell a girl what to wear.” Aayan dropped it with a laugh, but the slight shift in his smile told Aarav everything the nerves, the weight of expectations, the public performance of ease.
Aarav:Say cheese.
They did and he fired off several shots of the picture-perfect Sharma siblings, arms looped, sun kissing their faces, eyes twinkling with nostalgia and family pride.
Meher had leaned into Mahira’s shoulder, her smile soft, that tiny curl of lip Aarav always noticed when she wasn’t thinking about who was watching her. He locked that image in his mind.
Mahira:Send me those, Aayan!
Meher:Me too, please!
Aayan: Aarav, you got some good ones?
Aarav: Gold. You’ll love them.
He handed the phone back,Aayan went into the house.Mahira turned to Meher now, her tone catching as the moment suddenly felt heavier.
Mahira: I can’t believe my little sister is going to college next week...
She wrapped her arms around Meher tightly.
Meher:Stop it…
Riya joined them.
Meher:What’s with this?”.grabbing Riya
Mahira:You like it?
Meher: Yeah... I do.
Mahira:made a cartoonish face puffed cheeks, slow exhale but then her eyes narrowed slightly.
Riya:Are you ready for this?
Meher: What?
Her voice trembled with confusion. Innocent.
But something shifted in Riya’s tone. Riya stood up slowly.
Loose tee. Obscenely short denim shorts. Flip flops. Her legs gleamed under the soft garden light, thighs thick and oiled from lake water. The baggy T-shirt sagged off one shoulder, showing the neon strap of her bikini.
And then — like she knew exactly what she was doing she peeled the T-shirt off.
Male heads turned, one by one, as if pulled by instinct.A black scorpion tattoo curled up from her shoulder blade, coiled seductively over the top of her toned arm. Sharp. Sleek. Sexy.
Meher'smouth fell open.Her eyes widened.her fingers long, delicate, almost trembling reached out and traced the inky lines of the tattoo. Fingertip on bare skin. Slow. Curious.
Meher: It’s... awesome.
Riya:You think so?
Meher: I really love it.
Breathless. She actually sounded breathless.
Kunal turned and saw it too.
Meher: How much did it cost?
Riya: Like... 10k
Meher: really
Aarav : a tattoo also suit u
Meher:you think...
Aarav:i know
Meher hugged him.
Riya :“I can’t stand to think of you guys apart.”
Kunal:Apart why?
Riya: she is going to delhi for uni.
Rohit:Oh shit, dude.He sounded honestly shocked, not mocking.Then, suddenly, silence.
.Kunal: Tell me about it.
JAKE:I’m sure you guys will stay together.
He said it in his deep voice flat, unreadable. Could’ve been sincere. Could’ve been sarcastic. Nobody laughed.
Not even Meher.
KUNAL: Oh yeah. College girls are always faithful to their boyfriends, especially long distance one. Said sarcastica
lly
Uncomfortable giggle somewhere in the group.Meher’s face twitched.Eyes gleaming.A little wet maybe.I saw her eyes tremble.
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