8 hours ago
Scene 12
The final, shuddering cries of climax faded, leaving a thick, panting silence in their wake. Ananya collapsed against Kabir, her body slick with sweat, her head resting on his shoulder. Samrat lowered the camera, a look of awe on his face as he stared at the intertwined couple. The raw, beautiful image of their release was still burned into his mind.
Slowly, Ananya stirred. She pushed herself up, sliding off Kabir's lap and onto the sofa cushion beside him. She looked from Kabir's spent, dazed face to her husband's exhilarated one. A slow, predatory smile touched her lips. She wasn't finished yet.
Ananya: "Your turn now, Samrat. Fuck him." Ab tumhari baari, Samrat. Chodo use.
The air went still. Samrat, who had been about to set the camera down, froze. Kabir, still catching his breath, turned his head to look at her, his expression a mixture of exhaustion and utter disbelief.
Samrat: "Ananya… what?" Ananya… kya?
Ananya: "You heard me. The deal was that everyone gets what they want. I want to see you fuck him. I want to watch." Tumne suna mujhe. Deal yeh thi ki sabko woh milega jo woh chahte hain. Main tumhein use chodte hue dekhna chahti hoon. Main dekhna chahti hoon.
Samrat’s initial shock melted away, replaced by a dark, simmering excitement. He looked at Kabir, a silent question in his eyes. Kabir, still recovering, simply stared at Ananya, mesmerized by her audacity.
Kabir: "You… you are something else entirely." Tum… tum bilkul hi alag cheez ho.
Ananya: "Is that a no?" Toh kya yeh na hai?
Kabir let out a rough, breathless laugh. He pushed himself into a sitting position on the edge of the sofa, looking first at Ananya, then turning his challenging gaze to Samrat.
Kabir: "I'm the canvas, remember? Do what you want." Main canvas hoon, yaad hai? Jo karna hai karo.
Samrat: "I don't want to hurt you." Main tumhein chot nahi pahunchana chahta.
Kabir: "Don't worry about me. Worry about keeping up." Meri chinta mat karo. Saath dene ki chinta karo.
Ananya’s voice cut in, sharp and directorial, taking control once more.
Ananya: "Good. Kabir, on the floor. Hands and knees. Samrat, get behind him. I want to see this from every angle."
Achha. Kabir, farsh par. Haath aur ghutnon ke bal. Samrat, uske peeche jao. Main yeh har angle se dekhna chahti hoon.
The final, shuddering cries of climax faded, leaving a thick, panting silence in their wake. Ananya collapsed against Kabir, her body slick with sweat, her head resting on his shoulder. Samrat lowered the camera, a look of awe on his face as he stared at the intertwined couple. The raw, beautiful image of their release was still burned into his mind.
Slowly, Ananya stirred. She pushed herself up, sliding off Kabir's lap and onto the sofa cushion beside him. She looked from Kabir's spent, dazed face to her husband's exhilarated one. A slow, predatory smile touched her lips. She wasn't finished yet.
Ananya: "Your turn now, Samrat. Fuck him." Ab tumhari baari, Samrat. Chodo use.
The air went still. Samrat, who had been about to set the camera down, froze. Kabir, still catching his breath, turned his head to look at her, his expression a mixture of exhaustion and utter disbelief.
Samrat: "Ananya… what?" Ananya… kya?
Ananya: "You heard me. The deal was that everyone gets what they want. I want to see you fuck him. I want to watch." Tumne suna mujhe. Deal yeh thi ki sabko woh milega jo woh chahte hain. Main tumhein use chodte hue dekhna chahti hoon. Main dekhna chahti hoon.
Samrat’s initial shock melted away, replaced by a dark, simmering excitement. He looked at Kabir, a silent question in his eyes. Kabir, still recovering, simply stared at Ananya, mesmerized by her audacity.
Kabir: "You… you are something else entirely." Tum… tum bilkul hi alag cheez ho.
Ananya: "Is that a no?" Toh kya yeh na hai?
Kabir let out a rough, breathless laugh. He pushed himself into a sitting position on the edge of the sofa, looking first at Ananya, then turning his challenging gaze to Samrat.
Kabir: "I'm the canvas, remember? Do what you want." Main canvas hoon, yaad hai? Jo karna hai karo.
Samrat: "I don't want to hurt you." Main tumhein chot nahi pahunchana chahta.
Kabir: "Don't worry about me. Worry about keeping up." Meri chinta mat karo. Saath dene ki chinta karo.
Ananya’s voice cut in, sharp and directorial, taking control once more.
Ananya: "Good. Kabir, on the floor. Hands and knees. Samrat, get behind him. I want to see this from every angle."
Achha. Kabir, farsh par. Haath aur ghutnon ke bal. Samrat, uske peeche jao. Main yeh har angle se dekhna chahti hoon.
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