Yesterday, 11:11 PM
Chapter 101: Trust and Triumph
Nivi stepped through the apartment door, the weight of the grocery bags pulling at her arms, the peach kurta slightly creased from the walk, the olive green leggings clinging to her legs.
The quiet of the evening wrapped around her, the kids’ toys scattered across the living room, the faint scent of her mother-in-law’s cooking lingering in the air. Her body still hummed with the unmet desire sparked by Mohan’s flirty offer, her pussy tingling with a restless need she couldn’t act on. She set the bags down, her mind a tangle of frustration and restraint, the trolley of outfits a silent reminder of her bolder self.
As she unpacked the groceries—rice, tomatoes, mangoes—her phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with Rajendar’s name. Her heart skipped, surprised by the call, and she answered, her voice soft. “Mr. Rajendar? Everything okay?”
His voice came through, gruff but warm, a hint of hesitation. “Nivetha, I… I need a favor. Never asked anyone this, but I feel you’re close now. The dogs at the park—they need feeding, and I can’t go with this ankle. Can you help?” His tone was vulnerable, a rare crack in his stubborn shell.
Nivi’s chest swelled with pride, a smile spreading. I’ve earned his respect, she thought, the power of their new bond sinking in. “Of course, I’d be happy to. I’ll head there now—don’t worry.” Her voice was eager, the kurta shifting as she grabbed her bag again.
Rajendar paused, his relief audible. “Thank you. It means a lot. Biscuits are fine—they’re by the tree.” The call ended, and Nivi felt a surge of triumph, his trust a step toward Raghavan’s plan.
She slipped on sandals, the olive green leggings catching the evening light, and told her mother-in-law, “I’m off to feed Rajendar’s dogs at the park—back soon.”
The older woman nodded, a knowing smirk on her face, her saree swishing as she stirred a pot. Nivi stepped out, the evening air cool, and took an auto to the park, the streets quieting as families settled in.
The park was calm, the tree where the dogs gathered bathed in the glow of a streetlamp. The strays bounded over, their tails wagging, recognizing her from before. She knelt, the peach kurta brushing the grass, and broke open a pack of biscuits from her bag, the crinkle loud in the stillness. “Here you go, sweeties,” she said, her voice soft, feeding them one by one, their fur warm under her fingers. The dogs ate eagerly, their eyes bright, and she smiled, the act grounding her, the craving in her body easing slightly.
As the last biscuit disappeared, an idea sparked. I’ll surprise Rajendar, she thought, wanting to deepen their bond. A good whiskey—he’d appreciate that. She pulled out her phone, scrolling to Ashok’s number, the shy member of the boys’ gang who always followed her lead. The call connected, his voice quiet but warm. “Nivi? What’s up?”
“Hey, Ashok,” she said, her tone playful. “Can you do me a favor? Buy a good whiskey—something smooth—and meet me at the park. I need it quick.” Her voice carried a hint of command, the kurta swaying as she stood.
Ashok hesitated, then agreed. “Sure, I’ll grab it. Be there in fifteen.” The call ended, and Nivi waited, petting the dogs, their nuzzles a comfort as the park grew darker.
True to his word, Ashok arrived, a bottle of premium whiskey in a paper bag, his eyes curious but obedient. “Here,” he said, handing it over, his gaze lingering on her kurta-clad figure. “Who’s this for?”
Nivi took the bottle, her smile coy. “None of your business, Ashok. Thanks for the help—now go.” Her tone was teasing but firm, the power of her control evident as she waved him off.
He grinned, his shyness melting. “Alright, boss lady. Call if you need me.” He left, his steps fading, the obedience in his eyes a small thrill.
Nivi tucked the bottle into her bag, the dogs circling one last time, and stood, the chapter ending as she prepared to leave the park, her mind on the surprise for Rajendar, the whiskey a key to his trust.
Nivi stepped through the apartment door, the weight of the grocery bags pulling at her arms, the peach kurta slightly creased from the walk, the olive green leggings clinging to her legs.
The quiet of the evening wrapped around her, the kids’ toys scattered across the living room, the faint scent of her mother-in-law’s cooking lingering in the air. Her body still hummed with the unmet desire sparked by Mohan’s flirty offer, her pussy tingling with a restless need she couldn’t act on. She set the bags down, her mind a tangle of frustration and restraint, the trolley of outfits a silent reminder of her bolder self.
As she unpacked the groceries—rice, tomatoes, mangoes—her phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with Rajendar’s name. Her heart skipped, surprised by the call, and she answered, her voice soft. “Mr. Rajendar? Everything okay?”
His voice came through, gruff but warm, a hint of hesitation. “Nivetha, I… I need a favor. Never asked anyone this, but I feel you’re close now. The dogs at the park—they need feeding, and I can’t go with this ankle. Can you help?” His tone was vulnerable, a rare crack in his stubborn shell.
Nivi’s chest swelled with pride, a smile spreading. I’ve earned his respect, she thought, the power of their new bond sinking in. “Of course, I’d be happy to. I’ll head there now—don’t worry.” Her voice was eager, the kurta shifting as she grabbed her bag again.
Rajendar paused, his relief audible. “Thank you. It means a lot. Biscuits are fine—they’re by the tree.” The call ended, and Nivi felt a surge of triumph, his trust a step toward Raghavan’s plan.
She slipped on sandals, the olive green leggings catching the evening light, and told her mother-in-law, “I’m off to feed Rajendar’s dogs at the park—back soon.”
The older woman nodded, a knowing smirk on her face, her saree swishing as she stirred a pot. Nivi stepped out, the evening air cool, and took an auto to the park, the streets quieting as families settled in.
The park was calm, the tree where the dogs gathered bathed in the glow of a streetlamp. The strays bounded over, their tails wagging, recognizing her from before. She knelt, the peach kurta brushing the grass, and broke open a pack of biscuits from her bag, the crinkle loud in the stillness. “Here you go, sweeties,” she said, her voice soft, feeding them one by one, their fur warm under her fingers. The dogs ate eagerly, their eyes bright, and she smiled, the act grounding her, the craving in her body easing slightly.
As the last biscuit disappeared, an idea sparked. I’ll surprise Rajendar, she thought, wanting to deepen their bond. A good whiskey—he’d appreciate that. She pulled out her phone, scrolling to Ashok’s number, the shy member of the boys’ gang who always followed her lead. The call connected, his voice quiet but warm. “Nivi? What’s up?”
“Hey, Ashok,” she said, her tone playful. “Can you do me a favor? Buy a good whiskey—something smooth—and meet me at the park. I need it quick.” Her voice carried a hint of command, the kurta swaying as she stood.
Ashok hesitated, then agreed. “Sure, I’ll grab it. Be there in fifteen.” The call ended, and Nivi waited, petting the dogs, their nuzzles a comfort as the park grew darker.
True to his word, Ashok arrived, a bottle of premium whiskey in a paper bag, his eyes curious but obedient. “Here,” he said, handing it over, his gaze lingering on her kurta-clad figure. “Who’s this for?”
Nivi took the bottle, her smile coy. “None of your business, Ashok. Thanks for the help—now go.” Her tone was teasing but firm, the power of her control evident as she waved him off.
He grinned, his shyness melting. “Alright, boss lady. Call if you need me.” He left, his steps fading, the obedience in his eyes a small thrill.
Nivi tucked the bottle into her bag, the dogs circling one last time, and stood, the chapter ending as she prepared to leave the park, her mind on the surprise for Rajendar, the whiskey a key to his trust.
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