23-10-2025, 10:58 AM
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Scene 3
The taxi ride to the nearest hotel was full of whispered provocations. Shakti, now gloriously, uninhibitedly drunk, began humming a familiar Bollywood tune, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that somehow only added to his dangerous charm. He swayed slightly in the lobby, his arm slung possessively around her waist, a wide, mischievous grin plastered on his face.
Shakti: (Singing loudly, off-key) "Ek do teen... char paanch che... saath aath nau... I'm going to make you scream!" Shakti: "[i]Ek do teen... char paanch che... saath aath nau... Main tumhe chillane wala hoon!"
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A few hotel guests in the lobby glanced over, amused and slightly scandalized, but Shakti merely winked at them, pulling the woman closer. She laughed, her head thrown back, completely captivated by his wild energy.
They reached their door. Shakti fumbled with the key card for a moment, then, with a dramatic flourish and a booming laugh, he kicked the door open with his foot, sending it swinging inward.
Shakti: "Ta-da! Welcome to our little slice of heaven, meri jaan! Or should I say... our den of sin? Aaa-ooh!" Shakti: "Ta-da! Hamare chote se swarg mein swagat hai, meri jaan! Ya main kahoon... hamara paap ka adda? Aaa-ooh!"
He pulled her inside, the door slamming shut behind them with a resounding thud, sealing them in their private world. The room was dim, the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains. Shakti immediately spun her around, his hands finding purchase on her hips, pulling her flush against his hard body.
Woman: (Whispering, breathless) "You're absolutely insane, you know that?" Woman: (Dheere se, saans ruk kar) "Aap bilkul paagal ho, aapko pata hai?"
Shakti: "Insane? My Queen, I prefer to call it... passionately uninhibited. And trust me, you're about to see just how uninhibited I can be. I am a small, sweet, little devil!" Shakti: "Paagal? Meri rani, main ise... junooni aur bebas kahna pasand karta hoon. Aur mera vishwas karo, tum abhi dekhne wali ho ki main kitna bebas ho sakta hoon. Main ek chota sa, pyaara sa, nanha sa shaitan hoon!"
His hands, restless and eager, began to wander. They slid from her hips, up her sides, tracing the curves of her waist, then boldly reaching up to cup her breasts through her dress once more, squeezing them gently, possessively.
Shakti: "These, seductress... these are not just for show. They're meant to be... devoured." Shakti: "Yeh, haseena... yeh sirf dikhane ke liye nahi hain. Yeh toh... [i]khaane ke liye bane hain."
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He lowered his head, his hot breath caressing her neck as he peppered it with soft kisses. His lips moved to her ear, his voice a guttural whisper.
Shakti: "Tell me, sweetheart, are you ready to become Nandu tonight? Because I'm about to make you forget everything else." Shakti: "Batao, dilruba, kya tum aaj raat Nandu banne ke liye taiyar ho? Kyunki main tumhe sab kuch bhulane wala hoon."
She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his unruly hair, pulling his head closer. Her body arched into his, a silent plea for more.
Woman: "More, Shakti... I want more." Woman: "Aur, Shakti... mujhe aur chahiye."
Shakti: "More, you say? Achha. Then more you shall have, my queen. Much, much more. In this world, I am no one's father, but with you... I can make it happen." Shakti: "Aur, tum kehti ho? Achha. Toh aur tumhe milega, meri jaan. Bahut, bahut aur. Is duniya mein main kisika baap nahi, lekin tumhare saath... mein kuch kar sakta hoon."
His mouth found hers again, the kiss deeper, more urgent than before. He picked her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her towards the bed, his intentions clear and deliciously dangerous.
The taxi ride to the nearest hotel was full of whispered provocations. Shakti, now gloriously, uninhibitedly drunk, began humming a familiar Bollywood tune, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that somehow only added to his dangerous charm. He swayed slightly in the lobby, his arm slung possessively around her waist, a wide, mischievous grin plastered on his face.
Shakti: (Singing loudly, off-key) "Ek do teen... char paanch che... saath aath nau... I'm going to make you scream!" Shakti: "[i]Ek do teen... char paanch che... saath aath nau... Main tumhe chillane wala hoon!"
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A few hotel guests in the lobby glanced over, amused and slightly scandalized, but Shakti merely winked at them, pulling the woman closer. She laughed, her head thrown back, completely captivated by his wild energy.
They reached their door. Shakti fumbled with the key card for a moment, then, with a dramatic flourish and a booming laugh, he kicked the door open with his foot, sending it swinging inward.
Shakti: "Ta-da! Welcome to our little slice of heaven, meri jaan! Or should I say... our den of sin? Aaa-ooh!" Shakti: "Ta-da! Hamare chote se swarg mein swagat hai, meri jaan! Ya main kahoon... hamara paap ka adda? Aaa-ooh!"
He pulled her inside, the door slamming shut behind them with a resounding thud, sealing them in their private world. The room was dim, the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains. Shakti immediately spun her around, his hands finding purchase on her hips, pulling her flush against his hard body.
Woman: (Whispering, breathless) "You're absolutely insane, you know that?" Woman: (Dheere se, saans ruk kar) "Aap bilkul paagal ho, aapko pata hai?"
Shakti: "Insane? My Queen, I prefer to call it... passionately uninhibited. And trust me, you're about to see just how uninhibited I can be. I am a small, sweet, little devil!" Shakti: "Paagal? Meri rani, main ise... junooni aur bebas kahna pasand karta hoon. Aur mera vishwas karo, tum abhi dekhne wali ho ki main kitna bebas ho sakta hoon. Main ek chota sa, pyaara sa, nanha sa shaitan hoon!"
His hands, restless and eager, began to wander. They slid from her hips, up her sides, tracing the curves of her waist, then boldly reaching up to cup her breasts through her dress once more, squeezing them gently, possessively.
Shakti: "These, seductress... these are not just for show. They're meant to be... devoured." Shakti: "Yeh, haseena... yeh sirf dikhane ke liye nahi hain. Yeh toh... [i]khaane ke liye bane hain."
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He lowered his head, his hot breath caressing her neck as he peppered it with soft kisses. His lips moved to her ear, his voice a guttural whisper.
Shakti: "Tell me, sweetheart, are you ready to become Nandu tonight? Because I'm about to make you forget everything else." Shakti: "Batao, dilruba, kya tum aaj raat Nandu banne ke liye taiyar ho? Kyunki main tumhe sab kuch bhulane wala hoon."
She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his unruly hair, pulling his head closer. Her body arched into his, a silent plea for more.
Woman: "More, Shakti... I want more." Woman: "Aur, Shakti... mujhe aur chahiye."
Shakti: "More, you say? Achha. Then more you shall have, my queen. Much, much more. In this world, I am no one's father, but with you... I can make it happen." Shakti: "Aur, tum kehti ho? Achha. Toh aur tumhe milega, meri jaan. Bahut, bahut aur. Is duniya mein main kisika baap nahi, lekin tumhare saath... mein kuch kar sakta hoon."
His mouth found hers again, the kiss deeper, more urgent than before. He picked her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her towards the bed, his intentions clear and deliciously dangerous.
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