16-09-2025, 06:12 AM
Scene 2
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Shreya: (Her voice is a little shaky) Sameer?
Sameer: (Looks up and smiles warmly, standing up) AmritFlow. Yes. Please, sit down. You look lovely. Exactly as I imagined.
Shreya: (Sits down, placing her bag in her lap) Thank you. You are... also as you described.
Sameer: I hope that is a good thing. (He gestures to a waiter) Can we get you something? Tea? Coffee? A juice? Please, be my guest.
Shreya: Just... just a water, please.
Sameer: Of course. Two bottles of still water, please. (The waiter nods and leaves) I hope you had no trouble getting here.
Shreya: No. No trouble. The taxi was quick.
Sameer: Good. I am glad. I must admit, I was a little nervous you might not come. I am glad you trusted me.
Shreya: You sounded... respectful in your messages.
Sameer: I always try to be. (He leans forward slightly, his voice lowering. His eyes drop to her chest for a moment before meeting her eyes again). Forgive me for being direct, but I am a man who appreciates beauty. And your profile... the pictures... they don't do you justice. Your fullness is... breathtaking. Even through your kameez.
Shreya: (Blushes and shifts in her seat, instinctively covering her chest with her hand) Oh. Um... thank you.
Sameer: No, thank you. For being brave enough to share your gift. It is a rare and beautiful thing. (The waiter arrives with the water. Sameer waits for him to leave.) The most important question is, are you comfortable, Shreya? I may call you Shreya, here? AmritFlow is for later.
Shreya: (Nods slowly) Yes. You can call me Shreya. And... yes. I am okay. Just a little nervous.
Sameer: That is completely understandable. (He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a thick, white envelope. He slides it discreetly across the table). Here. This is what we agreed upon. Twenty thousand. Please, check it if you wish.
Shreya: (Looks at the envelope, her heart pounding) I... I trust you.
Sameer: I appreciate that. But your security comes first. Please, put it in your bag. I want you to feel completely at ease. This is a transaction, but it should be a pleasant one for both of us.
(Shreya takes the envelope. It’s heavier than she expected. She quickly puts it into her handbag and zips it shut. The reality of the situation hits her. The rent is in her bag.)
Shreya: Thank you.
Sameer: Of course. (He takes a sip of water). Now. I have a room upstairs. We can go whenever you feel ready. There is no rush at all. If you want to finish your water, or have another, we can. If you want to leave now with the money, you can, and I will not stop you. The choice is entirely yours.
Shreya: (Looks at the envelope in her bag, then back at him. She takes a deep breath.) No. I... I am ready. I will honor our agreement.
Sameer: (A slow, appreciative smile spreads across his face) Wonderful. You are a woman of your word. Shall we?
(They are inside a luxurious hotel room. It’s spacious, with a large bed and a window with the same sea view. Shreya stands awkwardly in the middle of the room. Sameer closes the door behind them, the click echoing in the quiet room.)
Sameer: Please, make yourself comfortable. Sit on the bed, or the chair if you prefer. Whatever feels right for you.
(Shreya perches on the edge of the large bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.)
Sameer: You are still nervous. It's okay. Your heart must be beating so fast. Let me assure you again, Shreya. You are in control here. I will do nothing you do not permit.
Shreya: Okay.
Sameer: (He removes his jacket and loosens his tie, placing them neatly on a chair. He remains standing a respectful distance away.) We agreed that I would witness your gift. And that I could... taste. Are you still comfortable with that?
Shreya: (She nods, not trusting her voice).
Sameer: Good. May I ask you to... show me? You can remove your dupatta and... your kameez. You can leave your salwar on. I only wish to see your beautiful breasts.
(Shreya hesitates for a long moment. She closes her eyes, thinks of the envelope, and takes a shuddering breath. She slowly unwraps her dupatta, folds it, and places it beside her. Then, her fingers tremble as she undoes the buttons of her yellow kameez. She pulls it over her head, revealing a simple white bra that strains to contain her large breasts. She keeps her eyes downcast, her arms crossed over herself.)
Sameer: (His voice is thick with awe, a reverent whisper) Oh my... god. Shreya. They are magnificent. Absolutely divine. Please... don't hide them. Let me see.
(Slowly, Shreya lowers her arms. Sameer takes a step closer, his eyes drinking her in.)
Sameer: Perfect. You are a work of art. May I... may I remove your bra? I will be very gentle.
(She gives a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. Sameer kneels in front of her. His hands are warm and steady as he reaches behind her and unhooks the bra. He slowly pulls the straps down her arms, letting the garment fall away. Her huge, heavy, pale breasts spill free, the nipples tight and rosy.)
Sameer: (Lets out a deep, shaky breath) Amrit... Nectar. The name is perfect. May I touch one? Just to feel its weight?
Shreya: (Whispering) Okay.
(He gently cups one breast, his thumb stroking the soft, full underside. His touch is surprisingly soft.)
Sameer: So heavy. So full. Incredible. Now... the reason I am here. Will you... will you make the nectar flow for me, AmritFlow?
(Shreya brings her own hands up, her fingers cupping and gently squeezing her own breast, just as she did for the photos. A bead of white milk appears at the tip of her nipple, then another. A thin stream begins to trickle down.)
Sameer: Yes... there it is. Pure white. Beautiful. Now... please... let me have it.
(He leans in, his mouth closing over her nipple. He begins to suckle, gently at first, then with more urgency. His eyes are closed in ecstasy. Shreya gasps, her back arching. The sensation is alien, shocking, and intensely intimate. He drinks from one breast for a long minute, his hands stroking her waist, before moving to the other, suckling deeply. His breathing is harsh now, filled with need.)
Sameer: (Pulls away, his lips wet with her milk, his face flushed) It's... the taste is... sweet. So pure. It's everything I dreamed of.
(He latches on again, drinking more. Shreya feels a strange warmth spreading through her belly. It's not unpleasant. Her initial fear is being replaced by a confusing, dizzying sensation. Finally, he pulls away, breathing heavily. He looks up at her, his eyes dark with a hunger that goes beyond their agreement.)
Sameer: Shreya. I... I know what we agreed. And you have fulfilled your part of the bargain beautifully. But this... this is not enough.
Shreya: (Confused) Not enough? But you said... just to taste.
Sameer: I know what I said. But I am only a man. And you are a goddess. I want more. I need more of you. I want to feel your skin against mine. I want to taste you everywhere. I want to make you feel as good as you are making me feel.
Shreya: No... I can't. That wasn't the deal.
Sameer: (Reaches for his wallet inside his jacket on the chair. He pulls out a thick stack of notes) The deal can change. (He places the stack on the bed beside her. It's much thicker than the envelope.) That is another thirty thousand rupees. Right now. In cash. Bringing the total to fifty thousand. For one afternoon.
(Shreya stares at the money. Fifty thousand rupees. It was more money than she had ever seen in her life. It was enough to be safe for months. Enough to breathe. Enough to not be terrified every single second of the day.)
Shreya: Fifty... thousand? But... what do you want for it?
Sameer: (His voice is a low, desperate plea) I want you to lie back. Let me take care of you. Let me worship your entire body. Let me taste every inch of you. I will be gentle. I will make you feel pleasure, I promise. Please, Shreya. Don't say no. You have woken something up in me.
(Shreya looks from his desperate, pleading face to the pile of money. She thinks of the empty apartment. The silence. The fear. This man was gentle. He was respectful. And he was offering her a lifeline.)
Shreya: (Her voice is barely a whisper) And... you will be gentle?
Sameer: (Nods eagerly, his eyes alight with hope) I swear on my life. I will treat you like a queen.
(She gives a slow, deliberate nod.)
Shreya: Okay. Okay, Sameer.
Characters:
- Shreya: Alias AmritFlow.
- Sameer: Her first client.
Shreya: (Her voice is a little shaky) Sameer?
Sameer: (Looks up and smiles warmly, standing up) AmritFlow. Yes. Please, sit down. You look lovely. Exactly as I imagined.
Shreya: (Sits down, placing her bag in her lap) Thank you. You are... also as you described.
Sameer: I hope that is a good thing. (He gestures to a waiter) Can we get you something? Tea? Coffee? A juice? Please, be my guest.
Shreya: Just... just a water, please.
Sameer: Of course. Two bottles of still water, please. (The waiter nods and leaves) I hope you had no trouble getting here.
Shreya: No. No trouble. The taxi was quick.
Sameer: Good. I am glad. I must admit, I was a little nervous you might not come. I am glad you trusted me.
Shreya: You sounded... respectful in your messages.
Sameer: I always try to be. (He leans forward slightly, his voice lowering. His eyes drop to her chest for a moment before meeting her eyes again). Forgive me for being direct, but I am a man who appreciates beauty. And your profile... the pictures... they don't do you justice. Your fullness is... breathtaking. Even through your kameez.
Shreya: (Blushes and shifts in her seat, instinctively covering her chest with her hand) Oh. Um... thank you.
Sameer: No, thank you. For being brave enough to share your gift. It is a rare and beautiful thing. (The waiter arrives with the water. Sameer waits for him to leave.) The most important question is, are you comfortable, Shreya? I may call you Shreya, here? AmritFlow is for later.
Shreya: (Nods slowly) Yes. You can call me Shreya. And... yes. I am okay. Just a little nervous.
Sameer: That is completely understandable. (He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a thick, white envelope. He slides it discreetly across the table). Here. This is what we agreed upon. Twenty thousand. Please, check it if you wish.
Shreya: (Looks at the envelope, her heart pounding) I... I trust you.
Sameer: I appreciate that. But your security comes first. Please, put it in your bag. I want you to feel completely at ease. This is a transaction, but it should be a pleasant one for both of us.
(Shreya takes the envelope. It’s heavier than she expected. She quickly puts it into her handbag and zips it shut. The reality of the situation hits her. The rent is in her bag.)
Shreya: Thank you.
Sameer: Of course. (He takes a sip of water). Now. I have a room upstairs. We can go whenever you feel ready. There is no rush at all. If you want to finish your water, or have another, we can. If you want to leave now with the money, you can, and I will not stop you. The choice is entirely yours.
Shreya: (Looks at the envelope in her bag, then back at him. She takes a deep breath.) No. I... I am ready. I will honor our agreement.
Sameer: (A slow, appreciative smile spreads across his face) Wonderful. You are a woman of your word. Shall we?
(They are inside a luxurious hotel room. It’s spacious, with a large bed and a window with the same sea view. Shreya stands awkwardly in the middle of the room. Sameer closes the door behind them, the click echoing in the quiet room.)
Sameer: Please, make yourself comfortable. Sit on the bed, or the chair if you prefer. Whatever feels right for you.
(Shreya perches on the edge of the large bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.)
Sameer: You are still nervous. It's okay. Your heart must be beating so fast. Let me assure you again, Shreya. You are in control here. I will do nothing you do not permit.
Shreya: Okay.
Sameer: (He removes his jacket and loosens his tie, placing them neatly on a chair. He remains standing a respectful distance away.) We agreed that I would witness your gift. And that I could... taste. Are you still comfortable with that?
Shreya: (She nods, not trusting her voice).
Sameer: Good. May I ask you to... show me? You can remove your dupatta and... your kameez. You can leave your salwar on. I only wish to see your beautiful breasts.
(Shreya hesitates for a long moment. She closes her eyes, thinks of the envelope, and takes a shuddering breath. She slowly unwraps her dupatta, folds it, and places it beside her. Then, her fingers tremble as she undoes the buttons of her yellow kameez. She pulls it over her head, revealing a simple white bra that strains to contain her large breasts. She keeps her eyes downcast, her arms crossed over herself.)
Sameer: (His voice is thick with awe, a reverent whisper) Oh my... god. Shreya. They are magnificent. Absolutely divine. Please... don't hide them. Let me see.
(Slowly, Shreya lowers her arms. Sameer takes a step closer, his eyes drinking her in.)
Sameer: Perfect. You are a work of art. May I... may I remove your bra? I will be very gentle.
(She gives a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. Sameer kneels in front of her. His hands are warm and steady as he reaches behind her and unhooks the bra. He slowly pulls the straps down her arms, letting the garment fall away. Her huge, heavy, pale breasts spill free, the nipples tight and rosy.)
Sameer: (Lets out a deep, shaky breath) Amrit... Nectar. The name is perfect. May I touch one? Just to feel its weight?
Shreya: (Whispering) Okay.
(He gently cups one breast, his thumb stroking the soft, full underside. His touch is surprisingly soft.)
Sameer: So heavy. So full. Incredible. Now... the reason I am here. Will you... will you make the nectar flow for me, AmritFlow?
(Shreya brings her own hands up, her fingers cupping and gently squeezing her own breast, just as she did for the photos. A bead of white milk appears at the tip of her nipple, then another. A thin stream begins to trickle down.)
Sameer: Yes... there it is. Pure white. Beautiful. Now... please... let me have it.
(He leans in, his mouth closing over her nipple. He begins to suckle, gently at first, then with more urgency. His eyes are closed in ecstasy. Shreya gasps, her back arching. The sensation is alien, shocking, and intensely intimate. He drinks from one breast for a long minute, his hands stroking her waist, before moving to the other, suckling deeply. His breathing is harsh now, filled with need.)
Sameer: (Pulls away, his lips wet with her milk, his face flushed) It's... the taste is... sweet. So pure. It's everything I dreamed of.
(He latches on again, drinking more. Shreya feels a strange warmth spreading through her belly. It's not unpleasant. Her initial fear is being replaced by a confusing, dizzying sensation. Finally, he pulls away, breathing heavily. He looks up at her, his eyes dark with a hunger that goes beyond their agreement.)
Sameer: Shreya. I... I know what we agreed. And you have fulfilled your part of the bargain beautifully. But this... this is not enough.
Shreya: (Confused) Not enough? But you said... just to taste.
Sameer: I know what I said. But I am only a man. And you are a goddess. I want more. I need more of you. I want to feel your skin against mine. I want to taste you everywhere. I want to make you feel as good as you are making me feel.
Shreya: No... I can't. That wasn't the deal.
Sameer: (Reaches for his wallet inside his jacket on the chair. He pulls out a thick stack of notes) The deal can change. (He places the stack on the bed beside her. It's much thicker than the envelope.) That is another thirty thousand rupees. Right now. In cash. Bringing the total to fifty thousand. For one afternoon.
(Shreya stares at the money. Fifty thousand rupees. It was more money than she had ever seen in her life. It was enough to be safe for months. Enough to breathe. Enough to not be terrified every single second of the day.)
Shreya: Fifty... thousand? But... what do you want for it?
Sameer: (His voice is a low, desperate plea) I want you to lie back. Let me take care of you. Let me worship your entire body. Let me taste every inch of you. I will be gentle. I will make you feel pleasure, I promise. Please, Shreya. Don't say no. You have woken something up in me.
(Shreya looks from his desperate, pleading face to the pile of money. She thinks of the empty apartment. The silence. The fear. This man was gentle. He was respectful. And he was offering her a lifeline.)
Shreya: (Her voice is barely a whisper) And... you will be gentle?
Sameer: (Nods eagerly, his eyes alight with hope) I swear on my life. I will treat you like a queen.
(She gives a slow, deliberate nod.)
Shreya: Okay. Okay, Sameer.
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