08-10-2025, 12:24 PM
(CHAPTER CONTD)
AT MEGHNA'S APARTMENT
Things were really steamy at Meghna's place as the living room was decorated with the discarded clothes of both Disha and Meghna. They were gone on a nightpub together yesterday night and ended up here to a night of passion and pleasure. And that wasn't going to stop in the morning as Meghna was fucking Disha with a dildo in her bed!
Meghna wasn't in the mood for subtlety or slow sensuous fucking. She pulled out and rammed Disha's pussy again and then again and again. The dildo flew in and out of Disha's pussy. She filled the room with screams and expletives. Her pussy was leaking like a broken pipe, so she clearly was enjoying herself.
As Meghna thrust her hips into Disha, she could feel the dildo in her own pussy start to move. With each new thrust, the harness shifted slightly and pumped the dildo into her. The ridges harness pressed down hard against her clit every time it collided with Disha's ass as well. Her pussy soon was aching, the small shifting of the dildo doing just enough to excite her. Disha's eyes were closed and her head was lying on the table. Her hands squeezed her breasts tightly as her body was caught up in the throes of pleasure. She rammed the dildo into her again and again. Each time became easier as Disha's pussy spread more and became wetter.
Meghna reached her hand down and felt Disha's engorged clit. Her finger started frantically encircling it, making Disha moan even louder.
"Oh my fuck, that feels so fucking good! Keep fucking me Meghna!"
Disha cried out, adding some extra emphasis to her work. Meghna had no plans of stopping. The faster and harder she fucked Disha, the more the dildo in her own pussy fucked her. The slow burn had turned into a fire, one that she couldn't stop. Pussy juices dripped out of her hole and onto the harness.
Her hand flew over Disha's clit, pressing down on it as much as she could. She began grinding her hips to meet every thrust of the dildo, pushing it even deeper into her gaping chasm. With her free hand, Meghna grabbed Disha's thigh to give herself some support. She made one final push, trying to fuck Disha into oblivion. The dildo pistoned out of her pussy, filling her up with the entire inch each time. Both her hand and her hips were a complete blur as Meghna worked to get Disha off.
The orgasm hit Disha. Her cries seemed to be cut off as she lost the ability to speak. Her whole body shook, her toes curled, and her pussy exploded over the dildo. All of her body was being stimulated, and she let out an extremely loud scream. Disha went limp on the bed as the climax took over her.
Meghna wasn't done though. She hadn't reached her own climax yet. She kept relentlessly fucking Disha, wrecking her pussy. The harness ground down against her clit and she was trying to nearly hump it. Her moans joined Disha's, although not nearly as loud. She whimpered on the table as her pussy became excited again. Disha seemed a little reluctant almost, still perhaps exhausted from her climax. Disha couldn't maintain that reluctance though. The fake cock spread open her wet pussy and swallowed up the entire length with each thrust of her hips. Disha reached down and found her own clit.
"AHHHHHHH that feels so fucking good" Disha said through a moan.
Her fingers circled continuously around her clit. Meghna's climax was so close. She thrust harder into her, trying to fuck herself more as well. Within a minute, Disha was hit by another orgasm. She gave a loud cry out and her pussy squirted onto the plastic dildo. Meghna kept mercilessly fucking Disha, not letting her orgasm subside. She was right about to hit her own. She jackhammered the cock repeatedly into Disha, letting it smack against her bouncy ass. Disha kept moaning.
"Oh, fuck, Meghna! You're gonna make me fucking cum again! Oh shit!"
Her pussy was extremely sensitive, and each climax was getting easier and easier to draw from her. The dildo rammed into her as her fingers continued to fly over her clit. Disha started shaking once more. Meghna bucked her hips into Disha, burying the cock as deep within her as she could. She kept it there, completely filling up her pussy, and bounced her hips up and down. The dildo slid back and forth in her pussy with her clit pressed down hard against the harness. She rode the dildo, feeling all the ridges rub against the tight wall of her pussy. Her moans quickly reached a peak.
And finally, she felt it arrive. She bit her lower lip in a fruitless effort to prevent herself from crying out as waves of pleasure swept through her body. Her legs nearly buckled, but she held herself up and rode out the orgasm. Disha climaxed at the same time that Meghna did. She ground her hips down onto the huge dildo buried inside of her, and rubbed her clit until they were howling in unison. Juice had begun to seep out of her sealed hole and down her butt to the bed below.
Disha lay on the bed in a heap riding out her fourth climax. Her big tits rose and fell while she kept a hand lightly pinching on a nipple. Once they recovered from their highs. Both got tangled in the sheets and took a short nap.
Some time later. The morning sunlight slipped lazily through the curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in gold. Meghna leaned against the headboard, her fingers absently tracing the rim of her coffee mug as Disha sprawled beside her, one leg tangled in the blanket. The faint hum of the city below mixed with their soft laughter — the kind that lingers when words aren’t really needed. Their eyes met often, smiling for no reason, both still wrapped in the warmth of the night that hadn’t quite ended.
Disha stretched, stealing a sip from Meghna’s cup, and teased,
"Still think the pub was worth the cab fare?"
Meghna chuckled, her gaze drifting over the tousled strands falling across Disha’s face.
"The pub? Absolutely not. But the after-party?"
Her voice softened, playful and tender all at once. The air between them was easy, familiar — as though they’d done this a hundred times before, last night been the one in many. When Disha finally rose to dress, the room felt suddenly larger, quieter. Meghna watched her from the bed, her heart beating with that peculiar calm that follows closeness — contentment with a trace of longing. At the door, Disha turned, leaned in, and pressed a slow kiss to Meghna’s lips, tasting of coffee and morning light.
"Next weekend?" she whispered.
Meghna smiled, brushing her thumb over Disha’s wrist.
"Next weekend"
And as the door clicked shut, the scent of her perfume lingered — a promise that this was only the beginning.
The sunlight streaming through the half-drawn curtains bathed Meghna’s living room in a warm amber hue. She was still lost in the tender afterglow of the night before and the morning after — Disha’s scent lingered on her skin, and her thoughts danced with stolen memories — when the sharp chime of the doorbell startled her. Wrapping her robe around her, she opened the door and froze. Sonarika stood there, serene and smiling, a soft breeze fluttering her hair. That calm, angelic smile — Meghna had always despised it. It masked too much grace, too much self-control. Meghna wanted to see that face crack, to see pain flicker where serenity lived. But not today, not yet.
Sonarika stepped in with quiet confidence, her eyes scanning the room like someone reacquainting herself with a memory she was ready to leave behind.
"You look relaxed"
She said gently, sitting down on the couch without waiting for an invitation.
"Day off?"
Meghna forced a smirk, feigning ease.
"Yeah, I’m working on a feature story for MIRROR News. Needed a breather before I get back to it"
Her tone was light, her posture calculatedly casual. But beneath that smooth surface, her heart was pulsing fast. She didn’t like unplanned visits, especially from Sonarika — not after all the strings she had been pulling behind her back. There was small talk — too much of it for Meghna’s liking. About the weather, about the café that just opened near Carter Road, about Disha’s recent visits and her relationship with Meghna. Meghna responded with mechanical interest, waiting for the real reason. When Sonarika finally exhaled and leaned back, her smile widened slightly — not with warmth, but finality.
"I went to Goa last week" she began. Meghna tilted her head, curious.
"Goa? For what?"
"A job interview" Sonarika said.
"VATIKA Botanical Research and Development Center. North Vagator. They offered me the Regional Manager position — comes with a cottage too"
She paused, as if letting the words sink in.
"I’ll be joining once summer vacation ends"
The room seemed to tighten around Meghna. She sat up straight, eyes darting, her pulse thudding in her throat.
"You’re… moving?" she asked, her voice barely masking the edge.
"Yes" Sonarika replied calmly, her fingers brushing imaginary dust off her jeans.
"It’s time for something new"
Meghna’s lips trembled into a forced laugh. This couldn’t be happening. Months of scheming — devious plans, poisoned relationships, planted doubts , even physical hurt — all to keep Sonarika in her orbit, under her quiet manipulation. Goa meant distance. Goa meant freedom. Goa meant losing control. Meghna tried to recover her composure, her tone laced with mock concern.
"You’re running again, Sonarika. For what? To keep that loser of a husband happy?"
The words dripped with venom and disgust.
"Hemant was a terrible husband, he never was the right man for you. And now that you’ve finally found happiness in Vikram’s arms, you’re throwing it away?"
Sonarika looked at her, eyes unflinching, the softness in them replaced by clarity — and something sharper.
"We both know that’s not true, Meghna. Whatever I thought it was… it wasn’t love. It was a mistake. A betrayal, cheating, no matter how prettily you dress it, remains what it is"
The silence that followed was suffocating. Meghna’s eyes flickered, calculating, furious.
"Who told you to take this job?" she demanded.
"Whose bright idea was this?"
Sonarika’s lips curved slightly.
"Ragini. She helped me see things more clearly"
That name — Ragini — hit like a slap. Meghna’s fingers clenched into fists beneath the table. Ragini had been a growing nuisance, a meddler in her carefully crafted web. Meghna had plans for her too — slow, precise, humiliating plans. But now, it might be too late.
"I’ll spend the summer months in Delhi with my family"
Sonarika continued, standing up, her calm presence filling the space with quiet defiance.
"Then I’ll move to Goa. We’ll keep in touch, of course — calls, messages, maybe even visits"
She smiled politely, the kind of smile that didn’t reach her eyes anymore. Meghna managed a brittle nod, lips twitching between rage and panic.
"Of course" she said.
"We’ll stay in touch" Her words were an echo, hollow and desperate.
When the door finally closed behind Sonarika, Meghna’s mask shattered. She screamed — a guttural sound of frustration and loss — and flung a vase across the room, shattering it into glittering shards. The air smelled of rage and perfume. Outside, Sonarika sat behind the wheel of her car, her hands steady. For the first time in years, she felt a strange, liberating peace. And at the same time , mystery and doubts clouded her mind. Meghna was present in her life ever since that accident , and now she has an inner feeling that all this time , she was there holding her in a leash. But now there was no leash.
The chains of Meghna’s influence were breaking — and Sonarika, at last, was free.
(CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)
Things were really steamy at Meghna's place as the living room was decorated with the discarded clothes of both Disha and Meghna. They were gone on a nightpub together yesterday night and ended up here to a night of passion and pleasure. And that wasn't going to stop in the morning as Meghna was fucking Disha with a dildo in her bed!
Meghna wasn't in the mood for subtlety or slow sensuous fucking. She pulled out and rammed Disha's pussy again and then again and again. The dildo flew in and out of Disha's pussy. She filled the room with screams and expletives. Her pussy was leaking like a broken pipe, so she clearly was enjoying herself.
As Meghna thrust her hips into Disha, she could feel the dildo in her own pussy start to move. With each new thrust, the harness shifted slightly and pumped the dildo into her. The ridges harness pressed down hard against her clit every time it collided with Disha's ass as well. Her pussy soon was aching, the small shifting of the dildo doing just enough to excite her. Disha's eyes were closed and her head was lying on the table. Her hands squeezed her breasts tightly as her body was caught up in the throes of pleasure. She rammed the dildo into her again and again. Each time became easier as Disha's pussy spread more and became wetter.
Meghna reached her hand down and felt Disha's engorged clit. Her finger started frantically encircling it, making Disha moan even louder.
"Oh my fuck, that feels so fucking good! Keep fucking me Meghna!"
Disha cried out, adding some extra emphasis to her work. Meghna had no plans of stopping. The faster and harder she fucked Disha, the more the dildo in her own pussy fucked her. The slow burn had turned into a fire, one that she couldn't stop. Pussy juices dripped out of her hole and onto the harness.
Her hand flew over Disha's clit, pressing down on it as much as she could. She began grinding her hips to meet every thrust of the dildo, pushing it even deeper into her gaping chasm. With her free hand, Meghna grabbed Disha's thigh to give herself some support. She made one final push, trying to fuck Disha into oblivion. The dildo pistoned out of her pussy, filling her up with the entire inch each time. Both her hand and her hips were a complete blur as Meghna worked to get Disha off.
The orgasm hit Disha. Her cries seemed to be cut off as she lost the ability to speak. Her whole body shook, her toes curled, and her pussy exploded over the dildo. All of her body was being stimulated, and she let out an extremely loud scream. Disha went limp on the bed as the climax took over her.
Meghna wasn't done though. She hadn't reached her own climax yet. She kept relentlessly fucking Disha, wrecking her pussy. The harness ground down against her clit and she was trying to nearly hump it. Her moans joined Disha's, although not nearly as loud. She whimpered on the table as her pussy became excited again. Disha seemed a little reluctant almost, still perhaps exhausted from her climax. Disha couldn't maintain that reluctance though. The fake cock spread open her wet pussy and swallowed up the entire length with each thrust of her hips. Disha reached down and found her own clit.
"AHHHHHHH that feels so fucking good" Disha said through a moan.
Her fingers circled continuously around her clit. Meghna's climax was so close. She thrust harder into her, trying to fuck herself more as well. Within a minute, Disha was hit by another orgasm. She gave a loud cry out and her pussy squirted onto the plastic dildo. Meghna kept mercilessly fucking Disha, not letting her orgasm subside. She was right about to hit her own. She jackhammered the cock repeatedly into Disha, letting it smack against her bouncy ass. Disha kept moaning.
"Oh, fuck, Meghna! You're gonna make me fucking cum again! Oh shit!"
Her pussy was extremely sensitive, and each climax was getting easier and easier to draw from her. The dildo rammed into her as her fingers continued to fly over her clit. Disha started shaking once more. Meghna bucked her hips into Disha, burying the cock as deep within her as she could. She kept it there, completely filling up her pussy, and bounced her hips up and down. The dildo slid back and forth in her pussy with her clit pressed down hard against the harness. She rode the dildo, feeling all the ridges rub against the tight wall of her pussy. Her moans quickly reached a peak.
And finally, she felt it arrive. She bit her lower lip in a fruitless effort to prevent herself from crying out as waves of pleasure swept through her body. Her legs nearly buckled, but she held herself up and rode out the orgasm. Disha climaxed at the same time that Meghna did. She ground her hips down onto the huge dildo buried inside of her, and rubbed her clit until they were howling in unison. Juice had begun to seep out of her sealed hole and down her butt to the bed below.
Disha lay on the bed in a heap riding out her fourth climax. Her big tits rose and fell while she kept a hand lightly pinching on a nipple. Once they recovered from their highs. Both got tangled in the sheets and took a short nap.
Some time later. The morning sunlight slipped lazily through the curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in gold. Meghna leaned against the headboard, her fingers absently tracing the rim of her coffee mug as Disha sprawled beside her, one leg tangled in the blanket. The faint hum of the city below mixed with their soft laughter — the kind that lingers when words aren’t really needed. Their eyes met often, smiling for no reason, both still wrapped in the warmth of the night that hadn’t quite ended.
Disha stretched, stealing a sip from Meghna’s cup, and teased,
"Still think the pub was worth the cab fare?"
Meghna chuckled, her gaze drifting over the tousled strands falling across Disha’s face.
"The pub? Absolutely not. But the after-party?"
Her voice softened, playful and tender all at once. The air between them was easy, familiar — as though they’d done this a hundred times before, last night been the one in many. When Disha finally rose to dress, the room felt suddenly larger, quieter. Meghna watched her from the bed, her heart beating with that peculiar calm that follows closeness — contentment with a trace of longing. At the door, Disha turned, leaned in, and pressed a slow kiss to Meghna’s lips, tasting of coffee and morning light.
"Next weekend?" she whispered.
Meghna smiled, brushing her thumb over Disha’s wrist.
"Next weekend"
And as the door clicked shut, the scent of her perfume lingered — a promise that this was only the beginning.
The sunlight streaming through the half-drawn curtains bathed Meghna’s living room in a warm amber hue. She was still lost in the tender afterglow of the night before and the morning after — Disha’s scent lingered on her skin, and her thoughts danced with stolen memories — when the sharp chime of the doorbell startled her. Wrapping her robe around her, she opened the door and froze. Sonarika stood there, serene and smiling, a soft breeze fluttering her hair. That calm, angelic smile — Meghna had always despised it. It masked too much grace, too much self-control. Meghna wanted to see that face crack, to see pain flicker where serenity lived. But not today, not yet.
Sonarika stepped in with quiet confidence, her eyes scanning the room like someone reacquainting herself with a memory she was ready to leave behind.
"You look relaxed"
She said gently, sitting down on the couch without waiting for an invitation.
"Day off?"
Meghna forced a smirk, feigning ease.
"Yeah, I’m working on a feature story for MIRROR News. Needed a breather before I get back to it"
Her tone was light, her posture calculatedly casual. But beneath that smooth surface, her heart was pulsing fast. She didn’t like unplanned visits, especially from Sonarika — not after all the strings she had been pulling behind her back. There was small talk — too much of it for Meghna’s liking. About the weather, about the café that just opened near Carter Road, about Disha’s recent visits and her relationship with Meghna. Meghna responded with mechanical interest, waiting for the real reason. When Sonarika finally exhaled and leaned back, her smile widened slightly — not with warmth, but finality.
"I went to Goa last week" she began. Meghna tilted her head, curious.
"Goa? For what?"
"A job interview" Sonarika said.
"VATIKA Botanical Research and Development Center. North Vagator. They offered me the Regional Manager position — comes with a cottage too"
She paused, as if letting the words sink in.
"I’ll be joining once summer vacation ends"
The room seemed to tighten around Meghna. She sat up straight, eyes darting, her pulse thudding in her throat.
"You’re… moving?" she asked, her voice barely masking the edge.
"Yes" Sonarika replied calmly, her fingers brushing imaginary dust off her jeans.
"It’s time for something new"
Meghna’s lips trembled into a forced laugh. This couldn’t be happening. Months of scheming — devious plans, poisoned relationships, planted doubts , even physical hurt — all to keep Sonarika in her orbit, under her quiet manipulation. Goa meant distance. Goa meant freedom. Goa meant losing control. Meghna tried to recover her composure, her tone laced with mock concern.
"You’re running again, Sonarika. For what? To keep that loser of a husband happy?"
The words dripped with venom and disgust.
"Hemant was a terrible husband, he never was the right man for you. And now that you’ve finally found happiness in Vikram’s arms, you’re throwing it away?"
Sonarika looked at her, eyes unflinching, the softness in them replaced by clarity — and something sharper.
"We both know that’s not true, Meghna. Whatever I thought it was… it wasn’t love. It was a mistake. A betrayal, cheating, no matter how prettily you dress it, remains what it is"
The silence that followed was suffocating. Meghna’s eyes flickered, calculating, furious.
"Who told you to take this job?" she demanded.
"Whose bright idea was this?"
Sonarika’s lips curved slightly.
"Ragini. She helped me see things more clearly"
That name — Ragini — hit like a slap. Meghna’s fingers clenched into fists beneath the table. Ragini had been a growing nuisance, a meddler in her carefully crafted web. Meghna had plans for her too — slow, precise, humiliating plans. But now, it might be too late.
"I’ll spend the summer months in Delhi with my family"
Sonarika continued, standing up, her calm presence filling the space with quiet defiance.
"Then I’ll move to Goa. We’ll keep in touch, of course — calls, messages, maybe even visits"
She smiled politely, the kind of smile that didn’t reach her eyes anymore. Meghna managed a brittle nod, lips twitching between rage and panic.
"Of course" she said.
"We’ll stay in touch" Her words were an echo, hollow and desperate.
When the door finally closed behind Sonarika, Meghna’s mask shattered. She screamed — a guttural sound of frustration and loss — and flung a vase across the room, shattering it into glittering shards. The air smelled of rage and perfume. Outside, Sonarika sat behind the wheel of her car, her hands steady. For the first time in years, she felt a strange, liberating peace. And at the same time , mystery and doubts clouded her mind. Meghna was present in her life ever since that accident , and now she has an inner feeling that all this time , she was there holding her in a leash. But now there was no leash.
The chains of Meghna’s influence were breaking — and Sonarika, at last, was free.
(CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)
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