13-10-2025, 08:47 PM
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Scene 2: The Journey Begins
The drive out of Delhi on this Monday night was a blur of traffic and neon lights. I sat in the back of our SUV with Sonali, In the front, Karthik and Naveen talked easily, their voices a low murmur that barely registered over the thrum of the engine. I tried to act normal, to make small talk with the woman beside me, but my mind was racing. Who is she? How does she fit into this insane puzzle? From what I could see, she was the picture of a simple, traditional wife. It didn't make any sense.
About two hours later, well onto the dark highway towards Chandigarh, Karthik pulled into a brightly lit rest stop.
Karthik: "Time for a quick chai break."
We all piled out. I headed straight for the washroom. Sonali followed me inside. It was just the two of us. As she stood before the mirror, she adjusted her saree, pulling the pallu tighter over her shoulder. For a second, the fabric of her blouse stretched taut across her chest.
My eyes widened.
Her breasts were large and full, but it was her nipples that made me stare. They were incredibly prominent, pushing hard against the thin cotton, large and dark and undeniably erect. It was unusual, startlingly so. She caught me looking in the mirror, and a small, mysterious smile touched her lips.
Sonali: "Are you ready for this?"
Her voice was soft, but the question was sharp, direct.
Pratiksha: "Ready for what? The rest of the drive?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
Sonali: "I think you should talk to your husband."
She offered no other explanation, simply turning to leave me alone with my own shocked reflection and a thousand new questions. My heart was hammering. I walked back outside, my eyes immediately finding Karthik. I grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the tea stall.
Pratiksha: "Karthik, what is going on?" I whispered frantically. "Sonali just said something to me, about being ready... What is this?"
He looked down at me, his expression infuriatingly calm. He was enjoying my confusion; it was written all over his face. He put a hand on my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin.
Karthik: "Don't worry about a thing, baby. I've got it all planned."
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low command that sent a shiver down my spine.
Karthik: "Just be a good girl and go sit with Naveen. Sonali is sitting with me in the front now."
It wasn't a request. It was an order. My role in his fantasy was becoming crystal clear.
Numbly, I walked back to the car. The seating was rearranged as he'd said. I slid into the backseat, the door clicking shut behind me, sealing me in the dark, intimate space with Naveen. His muscular thigh was pressed firmly against mine.
Karthik started the car and merged back onto the highway, he and Sonali talking quietly in the front. I stared out the window, my body buzzing with a potent mix of fear and excitement.
Then I felt it.
A hand on my leg. It wasn’t a gentle, exploratory touch. It was heavy, landing with a definite weight on my upper thigh. It was a clear statement of ownership. I held my breath as his strong fingers wrapped around my leg, his thumb beginning to draw slow, possessive circles on my inner thigh. The heat was instantaneous, a flash flood between my legs that left me soaking. My husband was just feet away, and this man was claiming me as his.
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The drive out of Delhi on this Monday night was a blur of traffic and neon lights. I sat in the back of our SUV with Sonali, In the front, Karthik and Naveen talked easily, their voices a low murmur that barely registered over the thrum of the engine. I tried to act normal, to make small talk with the woman beside me, but my mind was racing. Who is she? How does she fit into this insane puzzle? From what I could see, she was the picture of a simple, traditional wife. It didn't make any sense.
About two hours later, well onto the dark highway towards Chandigarh, Karthik pulled into a brightly lit rest stop.
Karthik: "Time for a quick chai break."
We all piled out. I headed straight for the washroom. Sonali followed me inside. It was just the two of us. As she stood before the mirror, she adjusted her saree, pulling the pallu tighter over her shoulder. For a second, the fabric of her blouse stretched taut across her chest.
My eyes widened.
Her breasts were large and full, but it was her nipples that made me stare. They were incredibly prominent, pushing hard against the thin cotton, large and dark and undeniably erect. It was unusual, startlingly so. She caught me looking in the mirror, and a small, mysterious smile touched her lips.
Sonali: "Are you ready for this?"
Her voice was soft, but the question was sharp, direct.
Pratiksha: "Ready for what? The rest of the drive?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
Sonali: "I think you should talk to your husband."
She offered no other explanation, simply turning to leave me alone with my own shocked reflection and a thousand new questions. My heart was hammering. I walked back outside, my eyes immediately finding Karthik. I grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the tea stall.
Pratiksha: "Karthik, what is going on?" I whispered frantically. "Sonali just said something to me, about being ready... What is this?"
He looked down at me, his expression infuriatingly calm. He was enjoying my confusion; it was written all over his face. He put a hand on my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin.
Karthik: "Don't worry about a thing, baby. I've got it all planned."
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low command that sent a shiver down my spine.
Karthik: "Just be a good girl and go sit with Naveen. Sonali is sitting with me in the front now."
It wasn't a request. It was an order. My role in his fantasy was becoming crystal clear.
Numbly, I walked back to the car. The seating was rearranged as he'd said. I slid into the backseat, the door clicking shut behind me, sealing me in the dark, intimate space with Naveen. His muscular thigh was pressed firmly against mine.
Karthik started the car and merged back onto the highway, he and Sonali talking quietly in the front. I stared out the window, my body buzzing with a potent mix of fear and excitement.
Then I felt it.
A hand on my leg. It wasn’t a gentle, exploratory touch. It was heavy, landing with a definite weight on my upper thigh. It was a clear statement of ownership. I held my breath as his strong fingers wrapped around my leg, his thumb beginning to draw slow, possessive circles on my inner thigh. The heat was instantaneous, a flash flood between my legs that left me soaking. My husband was just feet away, and this man was claiming me as his.
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