20-09-2025, 02:36 PM
Back in her room, her phone buzzed, DevilzMask: "How's your day going, gorgeous?" Her fingers hovered, then typed, "I'm so embarrassed. Ishaan, my son's friend, wouldn't stop staring. Please end it."
His reply came fast, flirty and unrepentant: "I don’t blame him. How can guys stop staring at a woman like you wearing that?" She read it, Ishaan's kitchen antics, his bold gaze, had stirred something she didn't want to feel. It felt good.
"Hold on to it, more's coming soon." he texted, a spark of thrill igniting in her despite her shame
She shook her head, shoving the phone aside, and ate her food, opening her laptop to bury herself in work.
Evening crept in, and her phone buzzed again, a thirst trap, his shirtless frame taut and teasing. She didn't reply, just stared, thoughts tangling around him, but forced her eyes to screen preparing her presentation.
Another buzz: "Remember how desperate you sounded on those calls? Bet you're aching for it now."
She bit her lip, heat pooling low, his voice, his games, until Ramesh's message popped up: "How's office today?" She snapped out of it, typed a curt "It's fine... was a little busy today," and crawled into bed, sleep pulling her under with a restless edge, staring at the closed window.
Madhuri drifted into sleep early, the stalker's dark secrets replaying in her mind, whispers of control, shame, and need that now clicked into place.
His reply came fast, flirty and unrepentant: "I don’t blame him. How can guys stop staring at a woman like you wearing that?" She read it, Ishaan's kitchen antics, his bold gaze, had stirred something she didn't want to feel. It felt good.
"Hold on to it, more's coming soon." he texted, a spark of thrill igniting in her despite her shame
She shook her head, shoving the phone aside, and ate her food, opening her laptop to bury herself in work.
Evening crept in, and her phone buzzed again, a thirst trap, his shirtless frame taut and teasing. She didn't reply, just stared, thoughts tangling around him, but forced her eyes to screen preparing her presentation.
Another buzz: "Remember how desperate you sounded on those calls? Bet you're aching for it now."
She bit her lip, heat pooling low, his voice, his games, until Ramesh's message popped up: "How's office today?" She snapped out of it, typed a curt "It's fine... was a little busy today," and crawled into bed, sleep pulling her under with a restless edge, staring at the closed window.
Madhuri drifted into sleep early, the stalker's dark secrets replaying in her mind, whispers of control, shame, and need that now clicked into place.
She saw herself in them, trapped in his web, and fought to push it all away, curling tighter under the sheets. Rest eluded her, her body restless with echoes of his voice.
She clenched her eyes shut, willing sleep to take her, but the memories clung like damp heat.
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