19-08-2025, 05:18 PM
Chapter 35: Absence and Advances
The office days blurred into a rhythm of routine and restrained fire, Nivi’s presence a constant spark that kept the air charged. Her kurtis traced her breasts’ curves just enough to tease, leggings clinging to her hips, ass swaying with a subtle power that turned heads. But Raghavan’s absence was a quiet ache—his visits rare, fleeting moments in meetings or hallways, a quick nod, a whispered “soon,” his eyes burning with their shared secrets but no time to linger.
Fuck, I miss him—his stare eating my curves, his voice low and commanding, she thought, her body warming as she sat at her desk, thighs brushing together. Those brief glances—his hand grazing mine, promising more—they’re torture, leaving me hungry. When’s our next moment? The uncertainty fueled a naughty edge: He owns my fire, but this wait... it’s pushing my heat outward, testing my control.
In Raghavan’s absence, Mohan grew bolder, his lanky frame and sly charm filling the gaps, his advances testing her restraint. During a mid-morning break, he sidled up at the tea station, closer than needed, his shoulder brushing hers as he reached for a cup. “Nivi, you make these breaks worth showing up for,” he said, voice low, playful but hungry, eyes lingering on her breasts, the kurti’s fabric hinting at her shape. Fuck, he’s forward—eyeing my tits, craving a taste, she thought, her body heating, ass shifting as she poured tea, a subtle tease.
Raghavan’s my anchor, but his absence... Mohan’s spark stirs my fire. “Just tea, Mohan,” she purred, voice sultry, indirect, turning to let her hip brush his lightly, careful but daring. I’m allowing it—no lines crossed, just feeding the heat.
He grinned, leaning closer, breath warm on her ear. “Tea’s not what’s hot—it’s that sway, those curves. Got us all hooked.” His tone was naughty, eyes flicking to her ass as she turned, leggings accentuating every move. Fuck, he’s bold—cock probably hard, thinking he’s got a shot, she thought, a thrill sparking, thighs pressing together to stay controlled.
“Hooked? Tough it out,” she teased, voice light but teasing, stepping back to keep distance, her ass swaying just enough to fuel his hunger. Raghavan owns me, but this game... it’s too hot to stop.
Lunch brought another advance, Mohan claiming the seat beside her, his knee pressing hers under the table, a deliberate move that lingered. “Nivi, you’re stealing the show—glow’s brighter every day,” he said, voice low, naughty, eyes tracing her lips, then her hips.
The gang laughed—Ashwin’s “Queen’s ruling!” and Dinesh’s “We’re doomed!”—but Mohan’s hand grazed her thigh as he passed a plate, bold and testing. Fuck, he’s pushing—knee on mine, hand too close, she thought, her body warming, a faint heat blooming. Raghavan’s absence makes this tempting, but I’m his—flirt, don’t fall. “Glow’s just work,” she replied, voice sultry, leaning forward to flash a hint of cleavage, careful but playful.
“Think you can keep up?” The table roared, but Mohan’s eyes stayed hungry, his fingers lingering on her arm. He’s chasing hard—thinks he’s closing in, she thought, a naughty edge: Let him burn, but I’m untouchable.
After hours, Mohan lingered by her desk, offering “help” with a stack of reports, his voice casual but eyes intense. “Nivi, big deadline—let me sort these with you. Coffee after, keep talking?” he said, standing close, his hand brushing her lower back, a bold press that sent a shiver through her.
Fuck, he’s claiming—hand on me, wanting more time, she thought, her body tingling, ass shifting to ease his touch away gently. Raghavan’s hold keeps me steady, but Mohan’s push... my fire’s answering, can’t help it. “Coffee’s tempting, but I’ve got this,” she purred, voice naughty but firm, stepping forward, her ass swaying as she moved to the cabinet, a controlled tease. No crossing—flirt only, keep the power, she thought, the heat building but restrained.
The gang’s eyes followed her—Ashwin’s grin, Dinesh’s sly glance, Ashok’s cuck stare heavier, burning with his secret knowledge of her curves. Fuck, Ashok’s still silent—puppet-leashed, but his eyes scream he’s burning for me, she thought, a naughty thrill: My control over him, over them all, it’s heady. Saritha and Lakshmi caught her at the copier, their smiles knowing.
“Nivi, Mohan’s circling like a hawk,” Saritha teased, voice playful. Lakshmi nodded, “He’s smitten, but you’re running this show.” Fuck, they see it—Mohan’s chase, my fire, she thought, smiling sultry. “Just playing the game,” she said, voice light, ass swaying as she walked off, their laughter bonding but warning: Careful, gossip’s close.
Raghavan’s fleeting presence came late, a brief meeting where his eyes locked on hers, dark and hungry, a whispered “You’re bold” as he passed, his hand brushing her arm, electric but gone too fast. Fuck, his touch—brief, leaving me aching for more, she thought, her body warming, craving his deeper claim. When’s our next spark? The uncertainty fueled her fire, letting Mohan’s advances play without burning over.
That night, alone in her room, kids asleep, Nivi curled up in her loose nighty, her mind swirling with Mohan’s touches—his hand on her back, eyes eating her curves. Fuck, he’s relentless—Raghavan’s away, and my fire’s dancing with it, she thought, a naughty warmth spreading. But Ashok’s cuck stare lingered too—silent, burning, leashed by her command. He’s not worth my filth, but controlling him... fuck, it’s power
Continues...
The office days blurred into a rhythm of routine and restrained fire, Nivi’s presence a constant spark that kept the air charged. Her kurtis traced her breasts’ curves just enough to tease, leggings clinging to her hips, ass swaying with a subtle power that turned heads. But Raghavan’s absence was a quiet ache—his visits rare, fleeting moments in meetings or hallways, a quick nod, a whispered “soon,” his eyes burning with their shared secrets but no time to linger.
Fuck, I miss him—his stare eating my curves, his voice low and commanding, she thought, her body warming as she sat at her desk, thighs brushing together. Those brief glances—his hand grazing mine, promising more—they’re torture, leaving me hungry. When’s our next moment? The uncertainty fueled a naughty edge: He owns my fire, but this wait... it’s pushing my heat outward, testing my control.
In Raghavan’s absence, Mohan grew bolder, his lanky frame and sly charm filling the gaps, his advances testing her restraint. During a mid-morning break, he sidled up at the tea station, closer than needed, his shoulder brushing hers as he reached for a cup. “Nivi, you make these breaks worth showing up for,” he said, voice low, playful but hungry, eyes lingering on her breasts, the kurti’s fabric hinting at her shape. Fuck, he’s forward—eyeing my tits, craving a taste, she thought, her body heating, ass shifting as she poured tea, a subtle tease.
Raghavan’s my anchor, but his absence... Mohan’s spark stirs my fire. “Just tea, Mohan,” she purred, voice sultry, indirect, turning to let her hip brush his lightly, careful but daring. I’m allowing it—no lines crossed, just feeding the heat.
He grinned, leaning closer, breath warm on her ear. “Tea’s not what’s hot—it’s that sway, those curves. Got us all hooked.” His tone was naughty, eyes flicking to her ass as she turned, leggings accentuating every move. Fuck, he’s bold—cock probably hard, thinking he’s got a shot, she thought, a thrill sparking, thighs pressing together to stay controlled.
“Hooked? Tough it out,” she teased, voice light but teasing, stepping back to keep distance, her ass swaying just enough to fuel his hunger. Raghavan owns me, but this game... it’s too hot to stop.
Lunch brought another advance, Mohan claiming the seat beside her, his knee pressing hers under the table, a deliberate move that lingered. “Nivi, you’re stealing the show—glow’s brighter every day,” he said, voice low, naughty, eyes tracing her lips, then her hips.
The gang laughed—Ashwin’s “Queen’s ruling!” and Dinesh’s “We’re doomed!”—but Mohan’s hand grazed her thigh as he passed a plate, bold and testing. Fuck, he’s pushing—knee on mine, hand too close, she thought, her body warming, a faint heat blooming. Raghavan’s absence makes this tempting, but I’m his—flirt, don’t fall. “Glow’s just work,” she replied, voice sultry, leaning forward to flash a hint of cleavage, careful but playful.
“Think you can keep up?” The table roared, but Mohan’s eyes stayed hungry, his fingers lingering on her arm. He’s chasing hard—thinks he’s closing in, she thought, a naughty edge: Let him burn, but I’m untouchable.
After hours, Mohan lingered by her desk, offering “help” with a stack of reports, his voice casual but eyes intense. “Nivi, big deadline—let me sort these with you. Coffee after, keep talking?” he said, standing close, his hand brushing her lower back, a bold press that sent a shiver through her.
Fuck, he’s claiming—hand on me, wanting more time, she thought, her body tingling, ass shifting to ease his touch away gently. Raghavan’s hold keeps me steady, but Mohan’s push... my fire’s answering, can’t help it. “Coffee’s tempting, but I’ve got this,” she purred, voice naughty but firm, stepping forward, her ass swaying as she moved to the cabinet, a controlled tease. No crossing—flirt only, keep the power, she thought, the heat building but restrained.
The gang’s eyes followed her—Ashwin’s grin, Dinesh’s sly glance, Ashok’s cuck stare heavier, burning with his secret knowledge of her curves. Fuck, Ashok’s still silent—puppet-leashed, but his eyes scream he’s burning for me, she thought, a naughty thrill: My control over him, over them all, it’s heady. Saritha and Lakshmi caught her at the copier, their smiles knowing.
“Nivi, Mohan’s circling like a hawk,” Saritha teased, voice playful. Lakshmi nodded, “He’s smitten, but you’re running this show.” Fuck, they see it—Mohan’s chase, my fire, she thought, smiling sultry. “Just playing the game,” she said, voice light, ass swaying as she walked off, their laughter bonding but warning: Careful, gossip’s close.
Raghavan’s fleeting presence came late, a brief meeting where his eyes locked on hers, dark and hungry, a whispered “You’re bold” as he passed, his hand brushing her arm, electric but gone too fast. Fuck, his touch—brief, leaving me aching for more, she thought, her body warming, craving his deeper claim. When’s our next spark? The uncertainty fueled her fire, letting Mohan’s advances play without burning over.
That night, alone in her room, kids asleep, Nivi curled up in her loose nighty, her mind swirling with Mohan’s touches—his hand on her back, eyes eating her curves. Fuck, he’s relentless—Raghavan’s away, and my fire’s dancing with it, she thought, a naughty warmth spreading. But Ashok’s cuck stare lingered too—silent, burning, leashed by her command. He’s not worth my filth, but controlling him... fuck, it’s power
Continues...