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Chapter 4 - The Net Tightens
Prakash stepped into the tiny 1 BHK, his eyes immediately finding Nivi.
He was stunned.
She was standing near the window, folding a freshly washed saree, the late afternoon light catching her fair skin, making it glow softly. Her long hair fell loose over one shoulder, and the simple cotton saree hugged her curves as she moved.
Prakash felt it hit him like a punch.
He had always had this craze for other men's wives. The thrill of the forbidden, the chase, the conquest. He’d succeeded a few times — quick, dirty affairs with bored housewives he met through work or mutual friends. More often, he’d earned slaps, curses, threats. But he never stopped trying.
He hid it well. At the office, he was the reliable guy — helpful, funny, harmless. No one knew the real him.
That day at the interview, he’d overheard Prem telling the receptionist: “Madam, my wife is alone at home. She’s new to the city. Can I go in for the interview first?”
Prakash’s ears perked up.
Married. New in town. Wife alone.
Prakash is not altered.. But his ears still rings the word my wife is alone.. Had kept him intrigued..
20 mins later, he saw Prem coming out of the interview room. With smiles and Jumping in joy… in the process. Prem’s ATM card slipped from his pocket. He didn't notice and moved out.. Prakash pocketed it quietly.
Opportunity.
He’d assumed a decent-looking guy like Prem would have a pretty wife. Easy to befriend, easier to try his luck. He could not wait to see how his wife would be.. He decided he would follow Prem and see how she is ..
He quickly went to HR team and said he feel nausea and took a leave immediately. .He knows he is just doing a mad man stuff by deep inside something alarmed him.. Lets give a try his dirty mind said. He silently followed and waited for 10 mins to knock his door.
Now standing in their place… he could not believe how his mind was sharply predicted this.. New employee… soon to be his friend.. And his wife … soon to be my fuck toy in my bed… his imaginations peaked
Nivi was more than pretty. Fair-skinned, soft, innocent eyes — the kind Indian men dreamed about. The kind that made you want to ruin her.
She’s my prize, he thought, staring as she brought water, pallu slipping just enough to show the curve of her waist.
He kept his face friendly, voice steady.
The room was bare — one stool, a mat on the floor, two suitcases open with clothes spilling out, a dustbin full of takeout packets. No stove, no furniture.
Something seemed odd.. The room suggested like a temporary space.. Looks like they ran away ? no friends or family….
Perfect.
“Newly wed?” he asked casually, sipping the water. “Room looks… temporary.”
Prem laughed awkwardly, and over water and small talk, the story spilled out — the love, the opposition, the stolen money, the disownment.
Prakash listened, nodding like a concerned friend.
“Don’t worry, brother. Love like that wins. Boss is good — Pratap sir will help. And me? Consider me your friend here. Anything you need.”
Nivi smiled gratefully. Prem relaxed, relieved to have an ally in this strange city. For prem he looked like a year elder.. He has no friends here.. The friend's brother who got them this room never called him back for any queries.. Prem was happy t o get a person a friendly figure from his new working place..
Prakash left with a wave.
But in his mind: All the ways to get her alone. To get inside that saree.
The coming weeks, Prem was kept busy — Pratap loading him with tasks: bank runs, client drives, office errands.
Pratap and Prem’s bond grew steadily — from boss-employee to something closer, almost mentor-like. Pratap saw potential in the young man, the quiet determination. He wanted to help more — a better salary, a proper place — but held back, testing Prem’s loyalty and discipline first.
Still, he couldn’t ignore the bare room when Prem mentioned it once.
Pratap never saw Nivi then.. He just thought prem looked like his younger self… So he helped him generously but never showed it so cautious that prem should not abuse his generosity
He handed Prem an envelope. “Buy a stove, basic utensils. Reduce a little from your pay each month — no interest.”
Prem’s eyes widened. “Sir… thank you.”
Pratap waved it off. “You’re earning it.”
Because of Pratap’s demands on Prem’s time, Prakash had no natural reason to visit often. Friendship hadn’t deepened yet.
Prakash could only watch from afar.
He’d “pass by” to Prems house on pretext of meeting a friend next street.. when Nivi hung clothes, eyes on her bending, saree riding up her calves.
But Nivi never entertained him in house when Prem is out..
But Prakash call him over mobile and would inform about his arrival and going back as he is absent here.. He update it so that he wont get doubt on him..
Prakash path to Nivi is temporarily stopped..
Prakash thought only if Prem gets into office works instead outside job along with boss he can deepen friendship and can get an access to prems house.. That will lead him between Nivi legs.
Meanwhile, Nivi — seeing the empty kitchen, the takeout packets — quietly took a part-time job at a nearby textile shop.
She hid it from Prem. Wanted to contribute, she knows him better, if Prem finds he will ask to stop her from doing so..
The supervisor, Rakesh, noticed her day one.
Fair skin, shy smile, curves that filled her saree perfectly.
He was all help. Too close when showing shelves. Eyes lingering.
But Nivi just smiled politely, even though she notices how Rakesh had been a pervet with womens around.. But she still kept working.
Prem suspected nothing.
A Month passed… One evening, Pratap called Prem in.
“Salary bump. 10,000 this month. 15,000 next. You’re proving yourself.”
Also from today you are promoted to Officer works.. You wont roam outside.. Our Manager Prakash suggested you can handle these works…
Prem thanked Prakash..
Prakash said I consider you as my friend.. I know how your home looked.. Consider this as a gift from the new friend..
Prem came home early, excited.
But Nivi wasn’t there.
Panic. His over-thinking shooted up.. Did Nivi Father came here to take her back?? She dont even have a mobile?
He waited, heart racing.
She walked in later, bags in hand, sweating.
“Where were you?”
“Shopping,” she said, too quick.
He believed her.
A week later, Prakash and Prem grew closer after prem was promoted to officers job...
at the tea breaks, chats.
Prem confessed: “On promotion day… I panicked when Nivi was out. Thought her family took her.”
Prakash nodded.
Yes two solutions . 1. Lets get her a mobile.. i will buy one for her . 2 . A new place for you both to be safer...
“If you feel unsafe… My house is three streets away. Big place, spare room. Move in with me.
Rent free till you settle. Safer for Nivi right? Its an apartment actually. Ladies will be around..”
Prem’s eyes lit up.
“Really? Thanks, man.”
He told Nivi that night.
“Prakash offered his place. Safer.”
Nivi hesitated, but nodded. “If you trust him…”
Prem did.
Nivi asked an important question.. Prakash married ?
Prem: Yes he is married but never seen their family ..
Prem and Nivi doesn't know he is married but divorced.. The house, they are read to move in has deep threat.. Its a house that will have one women and two men sharing a space.. One who owns the women… other who gonna try to own the women..
The net tightened.
Quietly.
Prakash stepped into the tiny 1 BHK, his eyes immediately finding Nivi.
He was stunned.
She was standing near the window, folding a freshly washed saree, the late afternoon light catching her fair skin, making it glow softly. Her long hair fell loose over one shoulder, and the simple cotton saree hugged her curves as she moved.
Prakash felt it hit him like a punch.
He had always had this craze for other men's wives. The thrill of the forbidden, the chase, the conquest. He’d succeeded a few times — quick, dirty affairs with bored housewives he met through work or mutual friends. More often, he’d earned slaps, curses, threats. But he never stopped trying.
He hid it well. At the office, he was the reliable guy — helpful, funny, harmless. No one knew the real him.
That day at the interview, he’d overheard Prem telling the receptionist: “Madam, my wife is alone at home. She’s new to the city. Can I go in for the interview first?”
Prakash’s ears perked up.
Married. New in town. Wife alone.
Prakash is not altered.. But his ears still rings the word my wife is alone.. Had kept him intrigued..
20 mins later, he saw Prem coming out of the interview room. With smiles and Jumping in joy… in the process. Prem’s ATM card slipped from his pocket. He didn't notice and moved out.. Prakash pocketed it quietly.
Opportunity.
He’d assumed a decent-looking guy like Prem would have a pretty wife. Easy to befriend, easier to try his luck. He could not wait to see how his wife would be.. He decided he would follow Prem and see how she is ..
He quickly went to HR team and said he feel nausea and took a leave immediately. .He knows he is just doing a mad man stuff by deep inside something alarmed him.. Lets give a try his dirty mind said. He silently followed and waited for 10 mins to knock his door.
Now standing in their place… he could not believe how his mind was sharply predicted this.. New employee… soon to be his friend.. And his wife … soon to be my fuck toy in my bed… his imaginations peaked
Nivi was more than pretty. Fair-skinned, soft, innocent eyes — the kind Indian men dreamed about. The kind that made you want to ruin her.
She’s my prize, he thought, staring as she brought water, pallu slipping just enough to show the curve of her waist.
He kept his face friendly, voice steady.
The room was bare — one stool, a mat on the floor, two suitcases open with clothes spilling out, a dustbin full of takeout packets. No stove, no furniture.
Something seemed odd.. The room suggested like a temporary space.. Looks like they ran away ? no friends or family….
Perfect.
“Newly wed?” he asked casually, sipping the water. “Room looks… temporary.”
Prem laughed awkwardly, and over water and small talk, the story spilled out — the love, the opposition, the stolen money, the disownment.
Prakash listened, nodding like a concerned friend.
“Don’t worry, brother. Love like that wins. Boss is good — Pratap sir will help. And me? Consider me your friend here. Anything you need.”
Nivi smiled gratefully. Prem relaxed, relieved to have an ally in this strange city. For prem he looked like a year elder.. He has no friends here.. The friend's brother who got them this room never called him back for any queries.. Prem was happy t o get a person a friendly figure from his new working place..
Prakash left with a wave.
But in his mind: All the ways to get her alone. To get inside that saree.
The coming weeks, Prem was kept busy — Pratap loading him with tasks: bank runs, client drives, office errands.
Pratap and Prem’s bond grew steadily — from boss-employee to something closer, almost mentor-like. Pratap saw potential in the young man, the quiet determination. He wanted to help more — a better salary, a proper place — but held back, testing Prem’s loyalty and discipline first.
Still, he couldn’t ignore the bare room when Prem mentioned it once.
Pratap never saw Nivi then.. He just thought prem looked like his younger self… So he helped him generously but never showed it so cautious that prem should not abuse his generosity
He handed Prem an envelope. “Buy a stove, basic utensils. Reduce a little from your pay each month — no interest.”
Prem’s eyes widened. “Sir… thank you.”
Pratap waved it off. “You’re earning it.”
Because of Pratap’s demands on Prem’s time, Prakash had no natural reason to visit often. Friendship hadn’t deepened yet.
Prakash could only watch from afar.
He’d “pass by” to Prems house on pretext of meeting a friend next street.. when Nivi hung clothes, eyes on her bending, saree riding up her calves.
But Nivi never entertained him in house when Prem is out..
But Prakash call him over mobile and would inform about his arrival and going back as he is absent here.. He update it so that he wont get doubt on him..
Prakash path to Nivi is temporarily stopped..
Prakash thought only if Prem gets into office works instead outside job along with boss he can deepen friendship and can get an access to prems house.. That will lead him between Nivi legs.
Meanwhile, Nivi — seeing the empty kitchen, the takeout packets — quietly took a part-time job at a nearby textile shop.
She hid it from Prem. Wanted to contribute, she knows him better, if Prem finds he will ask to stop her from doing so..
The supervisor, Rakesh, noticed her day one.
Fair skin, shy smile, curves that filled her saree perfectly.
He was all help. Too close when showing shelves. Eyes lingering.
But Nivi just smiled politely, even though she notices how Rakesh had been a pervet with womens around.. But she still kept working.
Prem suspected nothing.
A Month passed… One evening, Pratap called Prem in.
“Salary bump. 10,000 this month. 15,000 next. You’re proving yourself.”
Also from today you are promoted to Officer works.. You wont roam outside.. Our Manager Prakash suggested you can handle these works…
Prem thanked Prakash..
Prakash said I consider you as my friend.. I know how your home looked.. Consider this as a gift from the new friend..
Prem came home early, excited.
But Nivi wasn’t there.
Panic. His over-thinking shooted up.. Did Nivi Father came here to take her back?? She dont even have a mobile?
He waited, heart racing.
She walked in later, bags in hand, sweating.
“Where were you?”
“Shopping,” she said, too quick.
He believed her.
A week later, Prakash and Prem grew closer after prem was promoted to officers job...
at the tea breaks, chats.
Prem confessed: “On promotion day… I panicked when Nivi was out. Thought her family took her.”
Prakash nodded.
Yes two solutions . 1. Lets get her a mobile.. i will buy one for her . 2 . A new place for you both to be safer...
“If you feel unsafe… My house is three streets away. Big place, spare room. Move in with me.
Rent free till you settle. Safer for Nivi right? Its an apartment actually. Ladies will be around..”
Prem’s eyes lit up.
“Really? Thanks, man.”
He told Nivi that night.
“Prakash offered his place. Safer.”
Nivi hesitated, but nodded. “If you trust him…”
Prem did.
Nivi asked an important question.. Prakash married ?
Prem: Yes he is married but never seen their family ..
Prem and Nivi doesn't know he is married but divorced.. The house, they are read to move in has deep threat.. Its a house that will have one women and two men sharing a space.. One who owns the women… other who gonna try to own the women..
The net tightened.
Quietly.
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