20-09-2025, 02:51 PM
Ishaan chuckled, low and dark. "Begging already? Love that." He paused, letting her squirm, then texted: "Alright, gorgeous. How about a dare?"
His phone stayed silent; Ishaan hadn't texted him back. He sank onto the couch, restless, trapped in his own spiral.
Madhuri's room was a cage now, her breath shallow as she clutched the phone. "Come on, tell me," she whispered, the wait clawing at her.
She gasped, the word dare hanging in the air like a spark. "What's he up to now?" she murmured, her voice shaky with suspense. "What dare?" she replied, her pulse racing.
He fired back: "You'll see. Something to make you scream my name." Her eyes widened, her body tingling as she imagined it.
"Oh G0d, what is going to be?" she breathed, but the gel hummed louder, drowning her doubts. She stared at the screen, waiting, hooked.
Downstairs, Abhi paced the living room, his own guilt gnawing at him. He'd seen her earlier, her glow, her sway, and it twisted something deep inside.
He didn't know she was upstairs, unraveling for Ishaan, but he felt the pull, the dark thread tying them all together.
His phone stayed silent; Ishaan hadn't texted him back. He sank onto the couch, restless, trapped in his own spiral.
Madhuri's room was a cage now, her breath shallow as she clutched the phone. "Come on, tell me," she whispered, the wait clawing at her.
Another buzz: "Patience, mommy. It's gonna be worth it." She groaned softly, her resistance crumbling, the dare looming like a promise she couldn't refuse.