23-12-2025, 08:50 AM
Chapter 27 – The Second Bangalore Night
The morning before the Bangalore trip, tension crackled in the penthouse.
Prem noticed Nivi packing early — suitcase open, professional clothes folded neatly.
“You’re going again?” His voice sharp.
Nivi didn’t look up. “It’s for Prem Infinity. Client meeting.”
Prem stepped closer. “You’re earning now, so you behave like this? This is why I wanted to keep you home, not in business.”
The words landed like a slap.
Nivi’s hands stilled.
She didn’t reply.
Just closed the suitcase.
Irritated.
Excited.
She grabbed her bag, walked out of the room.
Knocked on Rohan’s door.
“Let’s go soon,” she said, voice steady.
Rohan looked up. “Aara awake?”
“Yes. I asked the nanny to stay tonight.”
They left before Prem came out of the bath.
Flight smooth.
Landing in Bangalore — same penthouse suite booked.
Client meeting — but unlike last time, Rohan had already handled everything on the phone.
Nivi just signed documents.
All done in thirty minutes.
She looked at him. “What next?”
Rohan smiled.
“Surprise.”
He took her to a high-end mall.
“No more boring sarees,” he said. “Wear something modern. Suits parties, business meetings — modern yet gracious.”
He picked outfits — kurtas, tops, dresses.
She tried them on.
Came out in a fitted red tops — sleeveless, elegant cut, hugging her curves.
Rohan’s breath caught.
He took photos. Lots.
She laughed — free, excited.
She felt like she’d entered a new world.
One she never explored.
Rohan wanted this.
And the result was clear.
He then took her to a kurta section.
Ordered a red one — the exact style he had dreamed.
She asked, “Why this?”
“I dreamed you wearing it. And kissing me. Wanted to see how you’d look.”
Nivi froze.
Wanted to say no.
But he bought it.
The day went crazy.
Cinema — hand in hand, laughing, chattering.
Noon — company visit.
Evening — exploring nightlife.
She wore one modern top and shorts to a pub.
Danced with Rohan — close, carefree.
When night reached, they celebrated the one-month successful company launch.
She wore a nighty, got ready for a call with Prem.
He called.
She mocked: “You want to check if I’m alone? Check.”
She toured the room on video — Rohan on the pool side.
After the call ended, they shared smiles. They are visibly cheating prem..
Sat again on the same bed.
Stories again. Now about kids.. Dreams and goals in life.. Nivi started seeing more fun side of Rohan…
As their shoulders touched each other… one more moment came..
This time, the kiss started.
Not sure who or how.
Deep.
Mad.
Nivi realised she couldn’t stop it.
After 15 minutes, they went into hugging mode. Lay inside bedsheets..
Kissed again.
Nivi realised his dick — dangerously hitting her.
She opened the bedsheet.
“It’s better we sleep separate,” she said softly.
Rohan admitted, voice rough: “Yes.”
Words unspoken.
Both knew what they were hinting.
Next morning, they got ready to return to Chennai.
Rohan asked her to wear the red kurta he had dreamed of.
Same penthouse style.
She came out. Gorgeous.
Rohan stopped.
“I need to wait one more month again.”
Nivi laughed — light, teasing.
She came closer.
Her hand reached his.
Pulled his face.
Locked lip to lip.
Twenty minutes of mad kiss.
Deep.
Hungry.
No holding back.
When they parted, breathless.
No words.
Just the promise of more.
The morning before the Bangalore trip, tension crackled in the penthouse.
Prem noticed Nivi packing early — suitcase open, professional clothes folded neatly.
“You’re going again?” His voice sharp.
Nivi didn’t look up. “It’s for Prem Infinity. Client meeting.”
Prem stepped closer. “You’re earning now, so you behave like this? This is why I wanted to keep you home, not in business.”
The words landed like a slap.
Nivi’s hands stilled.
She didn’t reply.
Just closed the suitcase.
Irritated.
Excited.
She grabbed her bag, walked out of the room.
Knocked on Rohan’s door.
“Let’s go soon,” she said, voice steady.
Rohan looked up. “Aara awake?”
“Yes. I asked the nanny to stay tonight.”
They left before Prem came out of the bath.
Flight smooth.
Landing in Bangalore — same penthouse suite booked.
Client meeting — but unlike last time, Rohan had already handled everything on the phone.
Nivi just signed documents.
All done in thirty minutes.
She looked at him. “What next?”
Rohan smiled.
“Surprise.”
He took her to a high-end mall.
“No more boring sarees,” he said. “Wear something modern. Suits parties, business meetings — modern yet gracious.”
He picked outfits — kurtas, tops, dresses.
She tried them on.
Came out in a fitted red tops — sleeveless, elegant cut, hugging her curves.
Rohan’s breath caught.
He took photos. Lots.
She laughed — free, excited.
She felt like she’d entered a new world.
One she never explored.
Rohan wanted this.
And the result was clear.
He then took her to a kurta section.
Ordered a red one — the exact style he had dreamed.
She asked, “Why this?”
“I dreamed you wearing it. And kissing me. Wanted to see how you’d look.”
Nivi froze.
Wanted to say no.
But he bought it.
The day went crazy.
Cinema — hand in hand, laughing, chattering.
Noon — company visit.
Evening — exploring nightlife.
She wore one modern top and shorts to a pub.
Danced with Rohan — close, carefree.
When night reached, they celebrated the one-month successful company launch.
She wore a nighty, got ready for a call with Prem.
He called.
She mocked: “You want to check if I’m alone? Check.”
She toured the room on video — Rohan on the pool side.
After the call ended, they shared smiles. They are visibly cheating prem..
Sat again on the same bed.
Stories again. Now about kids.. Dreams and goals in life.. Nivi started seeing more fun side of Rohan…
As their shoulders touched each other… one more moment came..
This time, the kiss started.
Not sure who or how.
Deep.
Mad.
Nivi realised she couldn’t stop it.
After 15 minutes, they went into hugging mode. Lay inside bedsheets..
Kissed again.
Nivi realised his dick — dangerously hitting her.
She opened the bedsheet.
“It’s better we sleep separate,” she said softly.
Rohan admitted, voice rough: “Yes.”
Words unspoken.
Both knew what they were hinting.
Next morning, they got ready to return to Chennai.
Rohan asked her to wear the red kurta he had dreamed of.
Same penthouse style.
She came out. Gorgeous.
Rohan stopped.
“I need to wait one more month again.”
Nivi laughed — light, teasing.
She came closer.
Her hand reached his.
Pulled his face.
Locked lip to lip.
Twenty minutes of mad kiss.
Deep.
Hungry.
No holding back.
When they parted, breathless.
No words.
Just the promise of more.
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