28-09-2025, 07:50 PM
I lay there, my body still humming from the aftershocks, Ranjeet’s weight a warm, grounding presence against me. His breath tickled my neck, his lips brushing soft, lazy kisses along my collarbone. “Fuck, Nabila,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, but laced with that playful edge I couldn’t resist. “You’re gonna kill me jaan. That was… unreal.”
I laughed, my voice hoarse, my chest still heaving. “Me? You’re the one who wouldn’t let me breathe, even through that phone call too” I teased, swatting his shoulder lightly. My fingers moved on his arm, tracing the sweat-slicked muscles of his arm, feeling the heat radiating off him. “You’re lucky I didn’t moan right into Ammi's ear.”
He chuckled, lifting his head to meet my eyes,
“Oh, I was tempted to make you,” he said, his hand sliding down to squeeze my hip. “But I’m a gentleman… sometimes.” He winked, and I rolled my eyes, a grin tugging at my lips despite the soreness between my thighs and the warm, sticky evidence of his release inside me.
The air in the room was thick with the scent of sex and quiet hum of the Air Conditioner.But reality crept in.I glanced at the clock on the nightstand-shit, it was later than I thought. My son’s excited voice echoed in my head, demanding chocolate ice cream, and I could almost see my mother’s impatient frown waiting for me at home. Plus, I needed to clean up before heading out; I couldn’t exactly walk into my house feeling like this.
“Ranjeet,” I said softly, my fingers threading through his hair, “I gotta go soon. Ammi’s gonna be mad if I’m too late, and my little man’s waiting for his ice cream. But first, I need a quick shower.”
He groaned dramatically, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Already? Can’t we just lock the door and stay here forever?” His tone was playful. “Fine, go get cleaned up,” he said, smirking. “But I’m wondering when will be the next time?”
I laughed, wincing at the tenderness between my legs as I slid off the bed, the memory of his relentless thrusts still burning in my core. “You’re insatiable,” I teased, grabbing my salwar and kameez from the chair where I’d left them neatly folded-my modest, home-appropriate outfit a stark contrast to the reckless heat of the last hour. “I need to take a quick shower to rinse off your handiwork, you animal.”
Ranjeet propped himself on one elbow, watching me with a lazy, appreciative grin as I headed for the bathroom. “Hurry up, my queen,” he called, his voice dripping with mock impatience. “Don’t keep that ice cream kid waiting too long.”
I rolled my eyes, stepping into the hotel suite’s sleek bathroom. The hot water hit my skin like a balm, washing away the sweat and the evidence of our passion, though the ache in my pussy was there, a delicious reminder of Ranjeet’s claim. I scrubbed quickly, the steam filling the air as I ran my hands over my body, still sensitive from his touch. My thighs trembled slightly, and I couldn’t help but smile, rewinding the passion with which we made love.
Five minutes later, I stepped out, toweling off and slipping into my salwar and kameez. The soft, flowing fabric felt grounding, pulling me back to the version of myself that walked out of my house earlier-dutiful daughter, devoted mom. But the flush in my cheeks and the spark in my eyes betrayed the firecracker Ranjeet had unleashed. I adjusted the dupatta over my shoulders, checking my reflection to make sure I looked presentable.
Back in the room, Ranjeet was pulling on his jeans, his bare torso catching the dim light as he watched me. “Damn, Nabila,” he said, his voice warm with admiration. “You make that salwar kameez look sexier than anything else you’ve worn today. How do you do it?”
I smirked, smoothing the fabric over my thighs. “Years of practice and a high tolerance for chaos,” I leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, staying just long enough to feel the spark reignite. “Don’t get too comfortable, though. I’m not done with you either.”
His eyes darkened, and he reached for me, but I danced out of his grasp, giggling. “No no…Not again. I’ve got a date with a pint of chocolate ice cream and a very demanding boy.” I grabbed my phone, checking for any more missed calls-thankfully, none-and slipped it into my purse.
Ranjeet stood, gloriously half-dressed and unashamed as he watched me gather my things. “Fine, go be Supermom,” he said. “But you’re gonna be my queen soon.”
I smirked “I will need some time for recovery, big boy…..Now I’m thinking what would I explain to my mother if she asks why I’m walking weirdly…” I shot back, winking as I headed for the door. “Don’t forget to lock up.”
As I stepped into the hallway, I glanced back through the door, catching Ranjeet’s grin as he buttoned his jeans. “Love you, firecracker,” he called out, soft but sincere.
“Love you too,” I murmured, my heart full as I closed the door behind me, already counting the hours until I could be back in his arms.
The hotel door clicked shut behind me, and I stepped into the cool evening air, my salwar kameez swaying lightly with each step. The Mumbai streets were alive with the usual chaos-honking autos, vendors shouting, the faint hum of life that never quite stopped. My body still thrummed with the memory of Ranjeet’s touch, his wicked grin, the way he’d pushed me to the edge and beyond. My thighs ached, a delicious reminder of every deep thrust, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself, my dupatta catching the breeze as I walked to my car.
But my son’s excited voice-“Chocolate ice cream, Mummy!” echoed in my mind, pulling me back to reality. I glanced at my watch. It was really getting late. If I hurried, I could hit the corner store, grab the ice cream, and make it home before Ammi’s impatience turned into a full-blown lecture. I slid into the driver’s seat, the leather cool against my skin, and started the engine, my thoughts flickering between Ranjeet’s low, teasing growl and the domestic routine waiting for me.
The grocery store was a quick stop, a small, fluorescent-lit shop crammed with everything from snacks to shampoo. I grabbed a pint of chocolate ice cream from the freezer.At the counter, the cashier-a young guy with a bored expression-barely looked up as he scanned it. “Anything else, ma’am?” he asked, his tone flat.
“Nope, that’s it,” I said, smiling. I paid and took the ice cream and headed back to the car. The drive home was a blur of city lights and traffic, the radio playing some old Bollywood song that made me hum along, my fingers tapping the steering wheel. Every now and then, a jolt of memory-Ranjeet’s hands on my hips, his voice calling me his queen-sent a shiver down my spine, and I had to shake my head to focus on the road.
I pulled into the driveway of Ammi’s flat just as the sky was already dark. The familiar sight of the building grounded me. I grabbed the ice cream and my purse, adjusting my dupatta to make sure I looked every bit the proper daughter and mother.
Inside, the aroma of Ammi’s cooking-Chicken Korma and fresh rotis-hit me like a warm hug. “Nabila, is that you?” she called from the kitchen, her voice carrying that mix of relief and mild irritation.
“Yeah, Ammi,” I replied, kicking off my sandals and padding into the living room. Adnan was sprawled on the floor, surrounded by a chaos of toy cars and crayons. His face lit up when he saw me, and he scrambled to his feet, barreling toward me with a grin.
“Mummy! Did you get it?” he demanded with eyes sparkling.
I laughed, pulling out the pint of chocolate ice cream and holding it up like a trophy. “What, this? Only for good boys who listen to Nani,” I teased, ruffling his hair.
“I was good!” he protested, bouncing on his toes. “Nani, tell her!”
Ammi appeared in the doorway, wiping her hands on a napkin, her expression softening despite the faint frown. “He was… mostly good,” she said, her eyes narrowing at me. “ That meeting must’ve been important.”
I nodded, keeping my face neutral even as a flash of Ranjeet’s wicked grin crossed my mind. “Yeah, American clients,” I said smoothly, setting the ice cream on the counter. “They talk forever. But I’m here now.”
Ammi huffed, but her gaze lingered, like she could sense something was off. “Dinner’s almost ready. Go wash up, and bring Adnan. No ice cream until he eats his vegetables.”
Adnan groaned dramatically, and I stifled a laugh, scooping him up in my arms. “Come on, champ, let’s get you cleaned up. You want that ice cream, you gotta earn it.” He giggled, squirming in my hold, and I felt a rush of love so fierce it almost drowned out the lingering heat from earlier.
As I helped Adnan wash his hands, his chatter filled the air-something about a race car that “goes super fast, Mummy!”I let myself settle into the warmth of home. But a part of me, tucked deep inside, was still in that hotel room, replaying Ranjeet’s touch, his voice, his promise of making love again.
After dinner, I tucked Adnan into bed, his chocolate ice cream happily devoured. “Love you, Mummy,” he mumbled, already half-asleep, clutching his favorite car toy.
“Love you too, baba,” I whispered, kissing his forehead. As I turned off light , my phone buzzed with a text from Ranjeet: “Miss you already, my queen.When’s the next time?”
I bit my lip, my heart racing as I typed back: “Be Patient, Tiger” I hit send, grinning, and slipped under the covers, the weight of my double life-mother, daughter, lover-settling around me like a warm, secret embrace.
Ranjeet’s message popped up:“I just can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me wildfire. you were so tight, so perfect. Got me hard just thinking about it.”
I flushed, my thighs pressing together as a wave of heat rolled through me. His words painted the memory vividly-his cock stretching me, the pillow tilting me just right, the way he’d hit that spot deep inside until I was screaming his name. I typed back, keeping it playful: “You’re Badmash, Ranjeet. I’m still sore down there”
“Take the painkillers, babe…..it will get used to it….” He replied.
“Ohhhh…so nice of you…thanks for medical advice…” I replied sarcastically.
His reply came fast, the three dots dancing on the screen before his message landed: “Owwww baby, I’m thinking about that gorgeous ass of yours. Felt so good in my hands… ever thought about letting me explore a little more back there? ?” The winking devil emoji made me roll my eyes, but my pulse quickened at his not-so-subtle hint.
I laughed softly, shaking my head as I typed: “Nice try, big guy, but that’s a no-go zone. This temple’s got sacred boundaries, and you’re already getting VIP access to the main altar. Be grateful!” I added a tongue-out emoji for good measure, keeping the vibe light but firm.
His response was immediate, his teasing unrelenting: “Sacred, huh? I’m a devout worshipper, Nabila. I can be gentle… or not, if you want it rough. ? Just sayin’, the way you arched into me today, your body was begging for more. Every inch of you felt like fucking heaven-hot, wet, gripping me like you never wanted to let go.”
My cheeks burned, and I shifted under the covers, the memory of his thrusts-deep, relentless, sparking stars behind my eyes-flooding back. He wasn’t wrong; my body had melted under him, every nerve singing with pleasure. But I wasn’t about to let him know how much his words were getting to me. I typed back, my tone dripping with sass: “Oh, you felt me, alright. Nearly broke me in half, you animal. But my ass is off-limits, so keep dreaming. Stick to what you’re good at-and you’re very good at that, I’ll give you.” I added a winking emoji, my grin widening as I hit send.
His next message came with a voice note, and I hesitated, glancing at Adnan again before plugging in my earphones. His low, husky voice filled my ears, sending a shiver down my spine. “Nabila, baby, you have no idea what you do to me. The way your pussy clenched around me, the way you moaned my name… fuck, I can still feel you, so slick, so tight, like you were made for me. I’m lying here, hard as hell, thinking about how you looked-spread out, that pillow under you, taking every inch like my perfect queen. Next time, I’m gonna make you scream even louder.”
I bit my lip hard, my breath catching as his words reignited the fire in my core. Damn him for knowing exactly how to unravel me, even from miles away. I typed back, keeping my cool: “You’re gonna have to work harder than that to outdo today, Ranjeet. I’m not that easy to impress. ? Get some sleep-you’ll need the energy.”
His reply was a string of laughing emojis followed by: “Challenge accepted, firecracker. I’ll have you begging for me next time. And don’t think I’m giving up on that other idea… I’m a patient man. ? Sweet dreams, my queen.”
I shook my head, a soft laugh escaping as I typed one last message: “Dream on, you devil.” I hit send, turned off the phone, and tucked it under my pillow, my body buzzing with anticipation. The house was quiet, Adnan’s soft snores drifting from his room, Ammi’s TV murmuring faintly in living room.
I laughed, my voice hoarse, my chest still heaving. “Me? You’re the one who wouldn’t let me breathe, even through that phone call too” I teased, swatting his shoulder lightly. My fingers moved on his arm, tracing the sweat-slicked muscles of his arm, feeling the heat radiating off him. “You’re lucky I didn’t moan right into Ammi's ear.”
He chuckled, lifting his head to meet my eyes,
“Oh, I was tempted to make you,” he said, his hand sliding down to squeeze my hip. “But I’m a gentleman… sometimes.” He winked, and I rolled my eyes, a grin tugging at my lips despite the soreness between my thighs and the warm, sticky evidence of his release inside me.
The air in the room was thick with the scent of sex and quiet hum of the Air Conditioner.But reality crept in.I glanced at the clock on the nightstand-shit, it was later than I thought. My son’s excited voice echoed in my head, demanding chocolate ice cream, and I could almost see my mother’s impatient frown waiting for me at home. Plus, I needed to clean up before heading out; I couldn’t exactly walk into my house feeling like this.
“Ranjeet,” I said softly, my fingers threading through his hair, “I gotta go soon. Ammi’s gonna be mad if I’m too late, and my little man’s waiting for his ice cream. But first, I need a quick shower.”
He groaned dramatically, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Already? Can’t we just lock the door and stay here forever?” His tone was playful. “Fine, go get cleaned up,” he said, smirking. “But I’m wondering when will be the next time?”
I laughed, wincing at the tenderness between my legs as I slid off the bed, the memory of his relentless thrusts still burning in my core. “You’re insatiable,” I teased, grabbing my salwar and kameez from the chair where I’d left them neatly folded-my modest, home-appropriate outfit a stark contrast to the reckless heat of the last hour. “I need to take a quick shower to rinse off your handiwork, you animal.”
Ranjeet propped himself on one elbow, watching me with a lazy, appreciative grin as I headed for the bathroom. “Hurry up, my queen,” he called, his voice dripping with mock impatience. “Don’t keep that ice cream kid waiting too long.”
I rolled my eyes, stepping into the hotel suite’s sleek bathroom. The hot water hit my skin like a balm, washing away the sweat and the evidence of our passion, though the ache in my pussy was there, a delicious reminder of Ranjeet’s claim. I scrubbed quickly, the steam filling the air as I ran my hands over my body, still sensitive from his touch. My thighs trembled slightly, and I couldn’t help but smile, rewinding the passion with which we made love.
Five minutes later, I stepped out, toweling off and slipping into my salwar and kameez. The soft, flowing fabric felt grounding, pulling me back to the version of myself that walked out of my house earlier-dutiful daughter, devoted mom. But the flush in my cheeks and the spark in my eyes betrayed the firecracker Ranjeet had unleashed. I adjusted the dupatta over my shoulders, checking my reflection to make sure I looked presentable.
Back in the room, Ranjeet was pulling on his jeans, his bare torso catching the dim light as he watched me. “Damn, Nabila,” he said, his voice warm with admiration. “You make that salwar kameez look sexier than anything else you’ve worn today. How do you do it?”
I smirked, smoothing the fabric over my thighs. “Years of practice and a high tolerance for chaos,” I leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, staying just long enough to feel the spark reignite. “Don’t get too comfortable, though. I’m not done with you either.”
His eyes darkened, and he reached for me, but I danced out of his grasp, giggling. “No no…Not again. I’ve got a date with a pint of chocolate ice cream and a very demanding boy.” I grabbed my phone, checking for any more missed calls-thankfully, none-and slipped it into my purse.
Ranjeet stood, gloriously half-dressed and unashamed as he watched me gather my things. “Fine, go be Supermom,” he said. “But you’re gonna be my queen soon.”
I smirked “I will need some time for recovery, big boy…..Now I’m thinking what would I explain to my mother if she asks why I’m walking weirdly…” I shot back, winking as I headed for the door. “Don’t forget to lock up.”
As I stepped into the hallway, I glanced back through the door, catching Ranjeet’s grin as he buttoned his jeans. “Love you, firecracker,” he called out, soft but sincere.
“Love you too,” I murmured, my heart full as I closed the door behind me, already counting the hours until I could be back in his arms.
The hotel door clicked shut behind me, and I stepped into the cool evening air, my salwar kameez swaying lightly with each step. The Mumbai streets were alive with the usual chaos-honking autos, vendors shouting, the faint hum of life that never quite stopped. My body still thrummed with the memory of Ranjeet’s touch, his wicked grin, the way he’d pushed me to the edge and beyond. My thighs ached, a delicious reminder of every deep thrust, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself, my dupatta catching the breeze as I walked to my car.
But my son’s excited voice-“Chocolate ice cream, Mummy!” echoed in my mind, pulling me back to reality. I glanced at my watch. It was really getting late. If I hurried, I could hit the corner store, grab the ice cream, and make it home before Ammi’s impatience turned into a full-blown lecture. I slid into the driver’s seat, the leather cool against my skin, and started the engine, my thoughts flickering between Ranjeet’s low, teasing growl and the domestic routine waiting for me.
The grocery store was a quick stop, a small, fluorescent-lit shop crammed with everything from snacks to shampoo. I grabbed a pint of chocolate ice cream from the freezer.At the counter, the cashier-a young guy with a bored expression-barely looked up as he scanned it. “Anything else, ma’am?” he asked, his tone flat.
“Nope, that’s it,” I said, smiling. I paid and took the ice cream and headed back to the car. The drive home was a blur of city lights and traffic, the radio playing some old Bollywood song that made me hum along, my fingers tapping the steering wheel. Every now and then, a jolt of memory-Ranjeet’s hands on my hips, his voice calling me his queen-sent a shiver down my spine, and I had to shake my head to focus on the road.
I pulled into the driveway of Ammi’s flat just as the sky was already dark. The familiar sight of the building grounded me. I grabbed the ice cream and my purse, adjusting my dupatta to make sure I looked every bit the proper daughter and mother.
Inside, the aroma of Ammi’s cooking-Chicken Korma and fresh rotis-hit me like a warm hug. “Nabila, is that you?” she called from the kitchen, her voice carrying that mix of relief and mild irritation.
“Yeah, Ammi,” I replied, kicking off my sandals and padding into the living room. Adnan was sprawled on the floor, surrounded by a chaos of toy cars and crayons. His face lit up when he saw me, and he scrambled to his feet, barreling toward me with a grin.
“Mummy! Did you get it?” he demanded with eyes sparkling.
I laughed, pulling out the pint of chocolate ice cream and holding it up like a trophy. “What, this? Only for good boys who listen to Nani,” I teased, ruffling his hair.
“I was good!” he protested, bouncing on his toes. “Nani, tell her!”
Ammi appeared in the doorway, wiping her hands on a napkin, her expression softening despite the faint frown. “He was… mostly good,” she said, her eyes narrowing at me. “ That meeting must’ve been important.”
I nodded, keeping my face neutral even as a flash of Ranjeet’s wicked grin crossed my mind. “Yeah, American clients,” I said smoothly, setting the ice cream on the counter. “They talk forever. But I’m here now.”
Ammi huffed, but her gaze lingered, like she could sense something was off. “Dinner’s almost ready. Go wash up, and bring Adnan. No ice cream until he eats his vegetables.”
Adnan groaned dramatically, and I stifled a laugh, scooping him up in my arms. “Come on, champ, let’s get you cleaned up. You want that ice cream, you gotta earn it.” He giggled, squirming in my hold, and I felt a rush of love so fierce it almost drowned out the lingering heat from earlier.
As I helped Adnan wash his hands, his chatter filled the air-something about a race car that “goes super fast, Mummy!”I let myself settle into the warmth of home. But a part of me, tucked deep inside, was still in that hotel room, replaying Ranjeet’s touch, his voice, his promise of making love again.
After dinner, I tucked Adnan into bed, his chocolate ice cream happily devoured. “Love you, Mummy,” he mumbled, already half-asleep, clutching his favorite car toy.
“Love you too, baba,” I whispered, kissing his forehead. As I turned off light , my phone buzzed with a text from Ranjeet: “Miss you already, my queen.When’s the next time?”
I bit my lip, my heart racing as I typed back: “Be Patient, Tiger” I hit send, grinning, and slipped under the covers, the weight of my double life-mother, daughter, lover-settling around me like a warm, secret embrace.
Ranjeet’s message popped up:“I just can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me wildfire. you were so tight, so perfect. Got me hard just thinking about it.”
I flushed, my thighs pressing together as a wave of heat rolled through me. His words painted the memory vividly-his cock stretching me, the pillow tilting me just right, the way he’d hit that spot deep inside until I was screaming his name. I typed back, keeping it playful: “You’re Badmash, Ranjeet. I’m still sore down there”
“Take the painkillers, babe…..it will get used to it….” He replied.
“Ohhhh…so nice of you…thanks for medical advice…” I replied sarcastically.
His reply came fast, the three dots dancing on the screen before his message landed: “Owwww baby, I’m thinking about that gorgeous ass of yours. Felt so good in my hands… ever thought about letting me explore a little more back there? ?” The winking devil emoji made me roll my eyes, but my pulse quickened at his not-so-subtle hint.
I laughed softly, shaking my head as I typed: “Nice try, big guy, but that’s a no-go zone. This temple’s got sacred boundaries, and you’re already getting VIP access to the main altar. Be grateful!” I added a tongue-out emoji for good measure, keeping the vibe light but firm.
His response was immediate, his teasing unrelenting: “Sacred, huh? I’m a devout worshipper, Nabila. I can be gentle… or not, if you want it rough. ? Just sayin’, the way you arched into me today, your body was begging for more. Every inch of you felt like fucking heaven-hot, wet, gripping me like you never wanted to let go.”
My cheeks burned, and I shifted under the covers, the memory of his thrusts-deep, relentless, sparking stars behind my eyes-flooding back. He wasn’t wrong; my body had melted under him, every nerve singing with pleasure. But I wasn’t about to let him know how much his words were getting to me. I typed back, my tone dripping with sass: “Oh, you felt me, alright. Nearly broke me in half, you animal. But my ass is off-limits, so keep dreaming. Stick to what you’re good at-and you’re very good at that, I’ll give you.” I added a winking emoji, my grin widening as I hit send.
His next message came with a voice note, and I hesitated, glancing at Adnan again before plugging in my earphones. His low, husky voice filled my ears, sending a shiver down my spine. “Nabila, baby, you have no idea what you do to me. The way your pussy clenched around me, the way you moaned my name… fuck, I can still feel you, so slick, so tight, like you were made for me. I’m lying here, hard as hell, thinking about how you looked-spread out, that pillow under you, taking every inch like my perfect queen. Next time, I’m gonna make you scream even louder.”
I bit my lip hard, my breath catching as his words reignited the fire in my core. Damn him for knowing exactly how to unravel me, even from miles away. I typed back, keeping my cool: “You’re gonna have to work harder than that to outdo today, Ranjeet. I’m not that easy to impress. ? Get some sleep-you’ll need the energy.”
His reply was a string of laughing emojis followed by: “Challenge accepted, firecracker. I’ll have you begging for me next time. And don’t think I’m giving up on that other idea… I’m a patient man. ? Sweet dreams, my queen.”
I shook my head, a soft laugh escaping as I typed one last message: “Dream on, you devil.” I hit send, turned off the phone, and tucked it under my pillow, my body buzzing with anticipation. The house was quiet, Adnan’s soft snores drifting from his room, Ammi’s TV murmuring faintly in living room.
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