20-10-2025, 01:30 PM
Scene 6
[Priya and Rohan’s Apartment – Bedrooms – Morning]
A dull ache throbbed behind Priya’s temples, a relentless drumbeat accompanying the first unwelcome rays of morning light filtering through the curtains.
She groaned, stretching an arm out, and her fingers brushed against cool, unfamiliar sheets. Her eyes fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the unfamiliar bedroom. Rohan was still asleep beside her, a heavy, unmoving presence. But it wasn’t his arm dbangd over her, or his leg tangled with hers. She felt… exposed.
She pushed herself up, the blanket sliding down, and a gasp caught in her throat. She was completely nude. Her clothes, her vibrant pink saree, the delicate inner wear, lay in a rumpled heap on the floor beside the bed. A wave of confusion, mixed with a deeper, unsettling sense of bewilderment, washed over her. Her mind was a blurry mess, fragmented memories of laughter, of intense kisses, but nothing concrete, nothing that explained this nakedness.
Then, a faint, sticky sensation in her groin drew her attention. Her brow furrowed. She tentatively inserted a finger, and her eyes widened in shock. It was undeniable. Sperm. She had definitely had sex, and it had been… inside. A shiver ran through her, not entirely of pleasure, but of profound disorientation.
Rohan stirred beside her, his eyes still closed.
Priya: (Her voice was rough, hoarse from sleep and confusion) "Rohan? Rohan, utho! Kya hua tha raat ko?" (Rohan? Rohan, wake up! What happened last night?)
Rohan groaned, rubbing his eyes. He sat up, pushing his messy hair back, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he saw Priya’s nakedness and her distraught expression.
Rohan: (His voice thick with sleep and feigned nonchalance) "Arre, kya hua? Tum toh poori out thi. Party ke baad thoda romance toh banta hai na. We had wild sex, baby. Tumhe yaad nahi?" (Oh, what happened? You were completely out. After a party, a little romance is in order, right? We had wild sex, baby. You don't remember?)
Priya stared at him, a flicker of doubt in her eyes. It had been wild, he said. But this feeling… this sticky residue…
Priya: "Wild sex? Rohan! Clean toh kar dete neche se! Ya condom use kar lete? Mere bag mein hota hai hamesha!" Her voice was sharp, a mixture of exasperation and concern. (Wild sex? Rohan! You could have at least cleaned up afterward! Or used a condom? I always have one in my bag!)
Rohan just shrugged, pulling her into a half-hearted hug. "Arre, in the heat of the moment, kaun yaad rakhta hai? Tum toh bas so gayi thi, I just… you know." He kissed her forehead, trying to deflect.
Priya pulled away, a strange, nagging feeling deep in her gut. She needed to clean herself, to clear her head. She climbed out of bed, her body feeling strangely unfamiliar, and headed straight for the attached washroom. As the warm water from the shower cascaded over her, washing away the sticky evidence, her mind whirred. Was it Rohan? Really? The way she felt… it was different. Not bad, but… different. There was a subtle weight to her breasts, a lingering sensitivity around her nipples that wasn't quite what Rohan's touch usually left. A curious thought, sharp and clear, cut through the hangover fog: This is feeling different. She found herself wondering, was it really Rohan? She simply couldn't believe his story, not fully.
[Ananya and Vikram’s Bedroom – Morning]
Ananya woke up with a pounding headache that felt like a tiny drum band was performing behind her eyes. She groaned, pulling the sheet higher, but her hand brushed against bare skin. Her eyes shot open. She was naked. Her gorgeous emerald lehenga, now a crumpled mess, lay on the carpet beside the bed, her inner wear tossed carelessly beside it. A sudden jolt of adrenaline shot through her, momentarily overriding the hangover.
A slow, creeping realization dawned. She felt a familiar wetness, a distinct stickiness in her vagina. She reached down, her fingers confirming the presence of sperm. A deep, internal tremor ran through her. Oh, my god. I had sex. Last night. And she remembered absolutely nothing beyond the wild dancing and the escalating drinks.
Vikram was in the attached washroom, the sound of the shower running. Ananya’s mind raced. What had happened? The last thing she remembered was laughing with Rohan, then… nothing.
She heard the shower stop, and Vikram emerged, a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked at her, a knowing, slightly mischievous smile on his face.
Ananya: (Her voice was a little shaky) "Vikram? Vikram, kya hua tha raat ko? I… I woke up naked. And…" she gestured vaguely downwards, her cheeks flushing.
(Vikram? Vikram, what happened last night? I… I woke up naked. And…)
Vikram walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge. He reached out and stroked her hair, his eyes filled with a feigned fondness.
Vikram: "Tum toh poori out ho gayi thi, Jaan. Bahut pi li thi. Main tumhe yahan laya, aur bas… you were so beautiful. We had wild sex. Tumhe yaad nahi?" He shrugged, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "You wanted it. You kept saying my name."
(You were completely out, darling. Drank too much. I brought you here, and well… you were so beautiful. We had wild sex. You don't remember? You wanted it. You kept saying my name.)
Ananya stared at him, a sudden, sharp pang of something she couldn't quite identify. His name? She barely remembered his face. The idea of wild sex with Vikram, in this state of oblivion, was hard to reconcile with the recent sense of something missing in their intimacy.
Ananya: "Clean toh kar dete neche se! Ya condom use kar lete? Mere bag mein hota hai hamesha!" Her voice rose in frustration. (You could have at least cleaned up afterward! Or used a condom? I always have one in my bag!)
Vikram just chuckled, patting her leg. "Arre, aise time mein kaun yaad rakhta hai? Tum toh bas… you were amazing."
Just then, there was a soft knock on the open bedroom door. Priya, freshly showered and dressed in a loose t-shirt and shorts, poked her head in. Her eyes immediately went to Ananya, still in bed, naked and disheveled. A silent, knowing look passed between them.
Priya: (Her voice was very soft, almost a whisper, her eyes meeting Ananya’s) "Kal raat… yaad hai kya hua tha?" (Last night… do you remember what happened?)
Ananya, her heart sinking slightly, shook her head, a grimace on her face.
Ananya: "I don't even have a clue. Bas headache hai aur… and I’m naked."
Priya: "Did you guys have sex last night?"
Ananya’s eyes widened. "How do you know?"
Priya: (A wry smile, a shared commiseration) "Because I was all nude in my bed. With sperm inside."
Ananya’s jaw dropped. "What? Yes! Exactly same with me! Oh my god!"
A wave of confusion, mixed with a strange, dawning solidarity, washed over them. Both women, in their separate rooms, had woken up to the exact same perplexing situation.
Priya: "Do you need any clothes? I have some spare. Yaar, mera dimaag kharab ho raha hai." (Do you need any clothes? I have some spare. My mind is getting messed up.)
Ananya: "Yes, please! God, yes. Mujhe toh bas clean hona hai." (Yes, please! God, yes. I just need to clean myself.)
Ananya quickly made her way to the washroom, Priya handing her a fresh towel and some clean shorts and a top. As the water ran over her, cleansing her body, her mind wrestled with the unsettling gaps in her memory. Was it Vikram? He said it was. But something in his eyes, in his too-casual tone, felt… off. Lekin mujhe yaar kyon nahi yaad hai? Why couldn't she remember? It felt like a dream, a blurred, sensual dream that had left tangible proof.
Priya leaned against the washroom doorframe, watching Ananya.
Priya: "Mujhe toh Rohan ki baat par yakeen nahi ho raha hai. Kuch toh alag tha." (I don't believe Rohan's story. Something was different.)
Ananya, scrubbing herself vigorously, paused, a thoughtful expression on her face.
Ananya: "Alag? Kya alag?" (Different? What's different?)
Priya: "Pata nahi… bas body ko pata chal raha hai ki something is not the same. You know how it is. It's like… a new feeling." She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "And Rohan is usually very… loud. But I don't remember any of that."
(I don't know… but my body knows that something is not the same. You know how it is. It's like… a new feeling. And Rohan is usually very… [i]loud. But I don't remember any of that.)
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Ananya nodded slowly, her own memory trying to grasp at fleeting sensations. She thought of Vikram’s usual quietness during intimacy. He wasn’t loud either. But the sheer intensity she felt, or rather, didn’t feel in her memory, was unsettling. And the feeling of being filled… it was distinct, yes.
Ananya: "Mujhe bhi yaad nahi ki Vikram ne kuch kiya ho. Matlab, he said he did, but… mere liye bhi yehi feeling hai. Like… it was very passionate, but… it’s a blank. And the sperm… I mean, we usually don't… you know." (I also don't remember Vikram doing anything. I mean, he said he did, but… I also have the same feeling. Like… it was very passionate, but… it’s a blank. And the sperm… I mean, we usually don't… you know.)
Priya nodded, a sudden shared understanding dawning between them. The implications were chilling, yet strangely, thrilling.
Priya: "Toh phir, kisne kiya? Woh toh bol rahe the ki humne hi kiya. But agar yaad nahi hai, aur alag lag raha hai…" Her voice trailed off, leaving the unspoken question hanging in the air.
(So then, who did it? They were saying that they did it. But if we don't remember, and it feels different…)
Ananya stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around her, her mind racing. The thought, still vague and unformed, was terrifyingly exciting. "I don't know, Priya. But something is definitely… off." She looked at Priya, a new light in her eyes, a shared secret beginning to form between them. "Let’s get dressed. Aur phir dekhte hain yeh donon kya bol rahe hain." (I don't know, Priya. But something is definitely… off. Let's get dressed. And then let's see what these two are saying.)
What revelations will emerge when the two couples face each other, my curious mortal?
[Priya and Rohan’s Apartment – Bedrooms – Morning]
A dull ache throbbed behind Priya’s temples, a relentless drumbeat accompanying the first unwelcome rays of morning light filtering through the curtains.
She groaned, stretching an arm out, and her fingers brushed against cool, unfamiliar sheets. Her eyes fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the unfamiliar bedroom. Rohan was still asleep beside her, a heavy, unmoving presence. But it wasn’t his arm dbangd over her, or his leg tangled with hers. She felt… exposed.
She pushed herself up, the blanket sliding down, and a gasp caught in her throat. She was completely nude. Her clothes, her vibrant pink saree, the delicate inner wear, lay in a rumpled heap on the floor beside the bed. A wave of confusion, mixed with a deeper, unsettling sense of bewilderment, washed over her. Her mind was a blurry mess, fragmented memories of laughter, of intense kisses, but nothing concrete, nothing that explained this nakedness.
Then, a faint, sticky sensation in her groin drew her attention. Her brow furrowed. She tentatively inserted a finger, and her eyes widened in shock. It was undeniable. Sperm. She had definitely had sex, and it had been… inside. A shiver ran through her, not entirely of pleasure, but of profound disorientation.
Rohan stirred beside her, his eyes still closed.
Priya: (Her voice was rough, hoarse from sleep and confusion) "Rohan? Rohan, utho! Kya hua tha raat ko?" (Rohan? Rohan, wake up! What happened last night?)
Rohan groaned, rubbing his eyes. He sat up, pushing his messy hair back, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he saw Priya’s nakedness and her distraught expression.
Rohan: (His voice thick with sleep and feigned nonchalance) "Arre, kya hua? Tum toh poori out thi. Party ke baad thoda romance toh banta hai na. We had wild sex, baby. Tumhe yaad nahi?" (Oh, what happened? You were completely out. After a party, a little romance is in order, right? We had wild sex, baby. You don't remember?)
Priya stared at him, a flicker of doubt in her eyes. It had been wild, he said. But this feeling… this sticky residue…
Priya: "Wild sex? Rohan! Clean toh kar dete neche se! Ya condom use kar lete? Mere bag mein hota hai hamesha!" Her voice was sharp, a mixture of exasperation and concern. (Wild sex? Rohan! You could have at least cleaned up afterward! Or used a condom? I always have one in my bag!)
Rohan just shrugged, pulling her into a half-hearted hug. "Arre, in the heat of the moment, kaun yaad rakhta hai? Tum toh bas so gayi thi, I just… you know." He kissed her forehead, trying to deflect.
Priya pulled away, a strange, nagging feeling deep in her gut. She needed to clean herself, to clear her head. She climbed out of bed, her body feeling strangely unfamiliar, and headed straight for the attached washroom. As the warm water from the shower cascaded over her, washing away the sticky evidence, her mind whirred. Was it Rohan? Really? The way she felt… it was different. Not bad, but… different. There was a subtle weight to her breasts, a lingering sensitivity around her nipples that wasn't quite what Rohan's touch usually left. A curious thought, sharp and clear, cut through the hangover fog: This is feeling different. She found herself wondering, was it really Rohan? She simply couldn't believe his story, not fully.
[Ananya and Vikram’s Bedroom – Morning]
Ananya woke up with a pounding headache that felt like a tiny drum band was performing behind her eyes. She groaned, pulling the sheet higher, but her hand brushed against bare skin. Her eyes shot open. She was naked. Her gorgeous emerald lehenga, now a crumpled mess, lay on the carpet beside the bed, her inner wear tossed carelessly beside it. A sudden jolt of adrenaline shot through her, momentarily overriding the hangover.
A slow, creeping realization dawned. She felt a familiar wetness, a distinct stickiness in her vagina. She reached down, her fingers confirming the presence of sperm. A deep, internal tremor ran through her. Oh, my god. I had sex. Last night. And she remembered absolutely nothing beyond the wild dancing and the escalating drinks.
Vikram was in the attached washroom, the sound of the shower running. Ananya’s mind raced. What had happened? The last thing she remembered was laughing with Rohan, then… nothing.
She heard the shower stop, and Vikram emerged, a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked at her, a knowing, slightly mischievous smile on his face.
Ananya: (Her voice was a little shaky) "Vikram? Vikram, kya hua tha raat ko? I… I woke up naked. And…" she gestured vaguely downwards, her cheeks flushing.
(Vikram? Vikram, what happened last night? I… I woke up naked. And…)
Vikram walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge. He reached out and stroked her hair, his eyes filled with a feigned fondness.
Vikram: "Tum toh poori out ho gayi thi, Jaan. Bahut pi li thi. Main tumhe yahan laya, aur bas… you were so beautiful. We had wild sex. Tumhe yaad nahi?" He shrugged, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "You wanted it. You kept saying my name."
(You were completely out, darling. Drank too much. I brought you here, and well… you were so beautiful. We had wild sex. You don't remember? You wanted it. You kept saying my name.)
Ananya stared at him, a sudden, sharp pang of something she couldn't quite identify. His name? She barely remembered his face. The idea of wild sex with Vikram, in this state of oblivion, was hard to reconcile with the recent sense of something missing in their intimacy.
Ananya: "Clean toh kar dete neche se! Ya condom use kar lete? Mere bag mein hota hai hamesha!" Her voice rose in frustration. (You could have at least cleaned up afterward! Or used a condom? I always have one in my bag!)
Vikram just chuckled, patting her leg. "Arre, aise time mein kaun yaad rakhta hai? Tum toh bas… you were amazing."
Just then, there was a soft knock on the open bedroom door. Priya, freshly showered and dressed in a loose t-shirt and shorts, poked her head in. Her eyes immediately went to Ananya, still in bed, naked and disheveled. A silent, knowing look passed between them.
Priya: (Her voice was very soft, almost a whisper, her eyes meeting Ananya’s) "Kal raat… yaad hai kya hua tha?" (Last night… do you remember what happened?)
Ananya, her heart sinking slightly, shook her head, a grimace on her face.
Ananya: "I don't even have a clue. Bas headache hai aur… and I’m naked."
Priya: "Did you guys have sex last night?"
Ananya’s eyes widened. "How do you know?"
Priya: (A wry smile, a shared commiseration) "Because I was all nude in my bed. With sperm inside."
Ananya’s jaw dropped. "What? Yes! Exactly same with me! Oh my god!"
A wave of confusion, mixed with a strange, dawning solidarity, washed over them. Both women, in their separate rooms, had woken up to the exact same perplexing situation.
Priya: "Do you need any clothes? I have some spare. Yaar, mera dimaag kharab ho raha hai." (Do you need any clothes? I have some spare. My mind is getting messed up.)
Ananya: "Yes, please! God, yes. Mujhe toh bas clean hona hai." (Yes, please! God, yes. I just need to clean myself.)
Ananya quickly made her way to the washroom, Priya handing her a fresh towel and some clean shorts and a top. As the water ran over her, cleansing her body, her mind wrestled with the unsettling gaps in her memory. Was it Vikram? He said it was. But something in his eyes, in his too-casual tone, felt… off. Lekin mujhe yaar kyon nahi yaad hai? Why couldn't she remember? It felt like a dream, a blurred, sensual dream that had left tangible proof.
Priya leaned against the washroom doorframe, watching Ananya.
Priya: "Mujhe toh Rohan ki baat par yakeen nahi ho raha hai. Kuch toh alag tha." (I don't believe Rohan's story. Something was different.)
Ananya, scrubbing herself vigorously, paused, a thoughtful expression on her face.
Ananya: "Alag? Kya alag?" (Different? What's different?)
Priya: "Pata nahi… bas body ko pata chal raha hai ki something is not the same. You know how it is. It's like… a new feeling." She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "And Rohan is usually very… loud. But I don't remember any of that."
(I don't know… but my body knows that something is not the same. You know how it is. It's like… a new feeling. And Rohan is usually very… [i]loud. But I don't remember any of that.)
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Ananya nodded slowly, her own memory trying to grasp at fleeting sensations. She thought of Vikram’s usual quietness during intimacy. He wasn’t loud either. But the sheer intensity she felt, or rather, didn’t feel in her memory, was unsettling. And the feeling of being filled… it was distinct, yes.
Ananya: "Mujhe bhi yaad nahi ki Vikram ne kuch kiya ho. Matlab, he said he did, but… mere liye bhi yehi feeling hai. Like… it was very passionate, but… it’s a blank. And the sperm… I mean, we usually don't… you know." (I also don't remember Vikram doing anything. I mean, he said he did, but… I also have the same feeling. Like… it was very passionate, but… it’s a blank. And the sperm… I mean, we usually don't… you know.)
Priya nodded, a sudden shared understanding dawning between them. The implications were chilling, yet strangely, thrilling.
Priya: "Toh phir, kisne kiya? Woh toh bol rahe the ki humne hi kiya. But agar yaad nahi hai, aur alag lag raha hai…" Her voice trailed off, leaving the unspoken question hanging in the air.
(So then, who did it? They were saying that they did it. But if we don't remember, and it feels different…)
Ananya stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around her, her mind racing. The thought, still vague and unformed, was terrifyingly exciting. "I don't know, Priya. But something is definitely… off." She looked at Priya, a new light in her eyes, a shared secret beginning to form between them. "Let’s get dressed. Aur phir dekhte hain yeh donon kya bol rahe hain." (I don't know, Priya. But something is definitely… off. Let's get dressed. And then let's see what these two are saying.)
What revelations will emerge when the two couples face each other, my curious mortal?