25-09-2025, 09:30 AM
The Fourth Round Begins
Ravi’s voice broke the silence, the words hanging in the air like a heavy, inevitable decree.
“Time’s up.”
The command was soft but unyielding, settling into the space between them like a stone sinking into still water. The weight of the words was undeniable, but so was the craving that pulsed through him.
The third round had ended, and with it, the rush of exhilaration mixed with frustration. His chest heaved, lungs tight with anticipation, but the aching reality that they only had five minutes, five fleeting minutes to indulge in this dangerous game, made it all the more bittersweet.
He couldn’t stop. But neither could he go on forever.
Sirisha froze, her lips still tingling from their previous touch, the taste of Neetu’s skin lingering on her own. Her body felt suspended in time, as though the world had paused, holding its breath. Her mind raced, unable to let go of the sensation of pleasure that still swirled within her.
She couldn’t bear the thought of it ending. It was like waking from a dream too soon, only to find that everything real felt insufficient. The air around them had thickened, richer somehow, as if the universe itself had become charged with something deeper, something undeniable.
Neetu’s hand brushed Sirisha’s arm softly, a touch that was both calming and electric.
The shiver it sent down Sirisha’s spine spoke of unspoken power, an intimate command that made her feel both vulnerable and desired. "Go ahead, beta," Neetu murmured, her voice like velvet, but underneath the softness, Sirisha could hear something darker, something hungry. "Pick the next chit."
Her words were like a promise, and Sirisha knew that the next step, whatever it was, would be a new threshold to cross.
Ravi’s eyes flicked between Neetu and Sirisha, his pulse quickening as tension began to crawl through the room. His body was taut, wound tight with a mixture of nervous excitement and anticipation.
He had no idea what would happen next, and that lack of control left him hanging on the edge. His body was already strung too tight, bracing for something that was both inevitable and terrifying.
Sirisha nodded silently, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the small bowl of folded chits.
The rustle of the paper was a soft murmur in the heavy silence, the sound stretching out as if mocking the fleeting time they had left.
Ravi’s voice broke the silence, the words hanging in the air like a heavy, inevitable decree.
“Time’s up.”
The command was soft but unyielding, settling into the space between them like a stone sinking into still water. The weight of the words was undeniable, but so was the craving that pulsed through him.
The third round had ended, and with it, the rush of exhilaration mixed with frustration. His chest heaved, lungs tight with anticipation, but the aching reality that they only had five minutes, five fleeting minutes to indulge in this dangerous game, made it all the more bittersweet.
He couldn’t stop. But neither could he go on forever.
Sirisha froze, her lips still tingling from their previous touch, the taste of Neetu’s skin lingering on her own. Her body felt suspended in time, as though the world had paused, holding its breath. Her mind raced, unable to let go of the sensation of pleasure that still swirled within her.
She couldn’t bear the thought of it ending. It was like waking from a dream too soon, only to find that everything real felt insufficient. The air around them had thickened, richer somehow, as if the universe itself had become charged with something deeper, something undeniable.
Neetu’s hand brushed Sirisha’s arm softly, a touch that was both calming and electric.
The shiver it sent down Sirisha’s spine spoke of unspoken power, an intimate command that made her feel both vulnerable and desired. "Go ahead, beta," Neetu murmured, her voice like velvet, but underneath the softness, Sirisha could hear something darker, something hungry. "Pick the next chit."
Her words were like a promise, and Sirisha knew that the next step, whatever it was, would be a new threshold to cross.
Ravi’s eyes flicked between Neetu and Sirisha, his pulse quickening as tension began to crawl through the room. His body was taut, wound tight with a mixture of nervous excitement and anticipation.
He had no idea what would happen next, and that lack of control left him hanging on the edge. His body was already strung too tight, bracing for something that was both inevitable and terrifying.
Sirisha nodded silently, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the small bowl of folded chits.
The rustle of the paper was a soft murmur in the heavy silence, the sound stretching out as if mocking the fleeting time they had left.
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