Fantasy Devika, a rich high class housewife, with angel heart

[prady12191]

That night, Devika paced her apartment, Saradha's advice echoing in her mind. The power dynamics, the manipulation—it simultaneously repulsed and intrigued her. Could she truly regain control this way? Her thoughts spiraled as she tried to rationalize what had become of her life in Pune.

Her phone rang, displaying an unfamiliar number. She hesitated before answering.

Devika: "Hello? Who is this?"

Vishnu: "Madam, it's me. Vishnu."

Her pulse quickened. How had he gotten her number?

Devika: "Why are you calling at this hour? This is highly inappropriate."

Vishnu: "I can't help it, madam. I can't... I can't stop thinking about you."

His voice carried a tremor of genuine desperation that caught Devika off guard.

Vishnu: "I tried studying for tomorrow's test, but I can't focus. Every time I open my books, all I see is... is you in the toilet. The way your skin felt when I... when I touched your navel."

Devika closed her eyes, Saradha's words crystallizing in her mind: These boys are fond of women, especially exotic Kerala girls like you. They'll do anything for that privilege.

Devika: "Vishnu, you need to forget what happened and concentrate on your studies. That incident shouldn't have occurred."

Vishnu: "How can I forget? Your figure, madam... when I saw you in the toilet... I've never seen anything so beautiful. Your curves, your skin—"

Devika: "That's enough, Vishnu."

She kept her tone stern, remembering Saradha's advice: Don't agree immediately next time—make Vishnu beg.

Vishnu: "Please, madam. I need to see you again. Just once more."

Devika: "And what about your education? Your future?"

Vishnu: "I'll study hard afterward, I promise. But right now, I can't even read a single page without thinking of you."

Devika sat on the edge of her bed, a strange calm settling over her. These men needed her. They couldn't function without her. Perhaps Saradha was right—this was power, in its own twisted way.

Vishnu: "Please, madam. Just one more time in the boys' toilet. I'm begging you."

Devika let the silence stretch, making him wait as Saradha had suggested.

Devika: "It's too risky, Vishnu."

Vishnu: "No one will know. Please, madam, please. I can't focus otherwise."

She sighed dramatically.

Devika: "If it's truly affecting your studies this much... I suppose I could consider it. But only if you promise to study properly afterward."

Vishnu: "Yes! Yes, I promise. Thank you, madam."

Now Devika felt the strange power Saradha had described—the intoxicating feeling of having someone completely at her mercy.

Devika: "But this time will be different, Vishnu."

Vishnu: "Different? How?"

Devika: "Last time was just my pallu, wasn't it? This time..."

She paused, hardly believing the words forming on her lips.

Devika: "This time, if you truly want to feel me, you can remove my entire saree."

The sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line told her she'd stunned him.

Vishnu: "Madam... are you serious?"

Devika: "But only if you study well. You must score above eighty in tomorrow's test. Otherwise, this offer expires."

Vishnu: "I will, madam. I'll study all night!"

Devika: "And one more thing. Tomorrow, you may hug me if you wish."

Vishnu: "Hug you?"

Devika: "Yes. And to feel me better, you can remove your shirt while hugging me. Skin against skin feels... different."

There was silence, then a strangled sound.

Vishnu: "Madam, I... I can't believe this."

Devika: "And I'll wear a sleeveless blouse tomorrow. So you'll feel more of my skin against yours when we embrace."

She heard his uneven breathing, picturing his face contorted with desire and disbelief.

Devika: "But remember our agreement. After tomorrow, you focus entirely on your studies. And if your grades improve consistently, there might be... other rewards."

Vishnu: "What kind of rewards?"

Devika: "Things you've only imagined. But that depends entirely on your academic performance. Do we have an understanding?"

Vishnu: "Yes, madam. Absolutely."

Devika: "Good night, then."

She ended the call, staring at her phone. What had she just done? The words had flowed from her mouth like they belonged to someone else—someone calculating, seductive, powerful. Not the Devika who had arrived in Pune months ago.

Yet something about this new persona felt oddly liberating. For years she'd been the good wife, the dedicated teacher, the proper woman. Now she was becoming something else—something dangerous and unpredictable, even to herself.

As she prepared for bed, Devika wondered if she was reclaiming control or spiraling further into chaos. Tomorrow would bring her answer, as she stepped deeper into this dark game of desire and manipulation.