23-12-2025, 05:03 PM
Chapter 32 - Ultimate Plan
Same time, 11:30 PM at the Bangalore penthouse…
Nivi and Rohan on the bed…
The hug lingered — warm, comforting, their bodies pressed close in the quiet darkness of the suite, the distant hum of the city below barely audible through the thick glass.
Rohan’s body was flush against her back, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with hers, the heat of him seeping through the thin fabric of her nighty.
His arousal — hard, undeniable — brushed against her, a silent confession in the stillness.
He realised immediately — the way his body betrayed him, pressing insistently.
Shifted, pulling away slightly, careful not to make her uncomfortable, not to let desire override the moment.
Nivi felt the deliberate move — the way he created space, even as his arms stayed around her.
The respect in it.
The restraint.
She liked it — the way he always seemed to read her boundaries, even when his own need was obvious.
Unaware of what he had in stock — the careful orchestration, the deeper plan that had led them here step by step.
“Thanks, Nivi,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion, breath warm against her hair.
She turned slightly in his arms, face close to his in the dim light filtering from the city below.
She smiled in the dark — soft, genuine. “Why?”
“It’s been years since I had a birthday night hugging someone.”
“Unbelievable,” she mocked gently, a soft tease in her tone, trying to lighten the heaviness. “You might have ladies… women, as you said once.”
Rohan’s voice dropped, honest, raw — no playfulness now.
“No. Birthday is for loved ones. Not for anyone.”
A pause, heavy with meaning — the weight of unspoken years.
“You are special. The one I love.”
Nivi’s breath caught, heart skipping in the silence.
“Am I special?” i may be your good friend. Not special”
Rohan’s tone shifted — deeper, raw, vulnerable in a way she’d rarely heard from the confident businessman.
“Have you ever seen my wife call on my birthday? Or anyone close?”
Nivi realised — searching her memory.
No.
Never.
“That’s how my marriage life is and personal connection with anyone.. You are the one who cracked it for me you are the special”
He continued, voice breaking slightly, the words spilling like a dam finally giving way.
“Let me admit this… I’ve fallen for you long back. I know you did the same. It’s just… we both know we cannot break marriages. And whenever our partners take us back fully, we’ll move out.”
Nivi couldn’t speak.
She knew it was truth — unspoken, undeniable, hanging between them like the humid Bangalore air.
Rohan went on, holding her gaze in the shadows.
“Until then… at least let’s share the love we want.”
Nivi’s voice small, conflicted — the weight of society, loyalty, fear.
“But you know what… I feel we shouldn’t cross the limit. Society calls it cheating.”
Rohan hugged her harder — eyes watering, tears falling warm on her shoulder, silent but heavy.
Nivi turned fully, concerned, hand touching his cheek.
“What happened?”
"After years I found you.. The one who at least cared for me.. But see the morning let me tell you I was paranoid and happy at same time.. Happy that Prem is changing but paranoid as I feel you will leave me to be like lonely.."
She saw his eyes — vulnerable, wet, glistening in the low light, the powerful man stripped bare.
The sight burdened her — heavy, pulling at her heart, stirring something protective and tender.
She couldn’t leave him like this.
On his birthday. Alone with his pain.
“Don’t worry. I’m with you. We’ll go through this. I will remain your good friend through”
She kissed him. She initiated...
Rohan who said no need for a kiss now made her to kiss him.. she completely forget her change of mind from the morning..
The kiss continued
Soft at first — gentle, reassuring, lips brushing with care.
Then deeper — hunger rising, months of tension unleashing.
Ten minutes.
Mad. Passionate.
Tongues dancing, breaths mingling, hands clutching tighter.
She turned fully in the bedsheet — face to face, bodies aligned, legs tangling.
His hardness pressed her now — insistent, hot through the thin fabric.
She broke the kiss. laughed then mocked softly, breathlessly, trying to lighten the intensity.
“All men are the same…”
Rohan’s hand moved — slow, asking permission with every inch, eyes searching hers.
Slid under her nighty. Found her breast — full, warm.
Thumb circled the nipple — already hardened, sensitive from the charged air.
She gasped, shocked, body arching slightly into his touch.
“What are you doing, Rohan…”
He pinched lightly, voice rough with need.
“What is this, then?”
He whispered against her ear, breath hot, sending shivers down her spine.
“It’s human nature… can’t help.”
The Joke didnt land well she turned mockingly showing her back
Jokes apart… “I expected something more today… but things changed.” His tone was serious, laced with quiet disappointment, eyes searching hers for understanding.
Nivi turned her head — eyes met his.
Something in her gaze — consent, curiosity, care, the shared longing finally breaking through. She turned again facing him in the bedsheet..
He brought her hand down — gentle but firm. My trouble is not your joke... I have been controlling a lot...
Placed it on his hardness — throbbing, hot.
Stroked slowly through fabric.
You are the reason…
As he released her hand, she kept it there — fingers curling instinctively, feeling the pulse, the need.
The moment stretched — charged, inevitable.
Same time, 11:30 PM at the Bangalore penthouse…
Nivi and Rohan on the bed…
The hug lingered — warm, comforting, their bodies pressed close in the quiet darkness of the suite, the distant hum of the city below barely audible through the thick glass.
Rohan’s body was flush against her back, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with hers, the heat of him seeping through the thin fabric of her nighty.
His arousal — hard, undeniable — brushed against her, a silent confession in the stillness.
He realised immediately — the way his body betrayed him, pressing insistently.
Shifted, pulling away slightly, careful not to make her uncomfortable, not to let desire override the moment.
Nivi felt the deliberate move — the way he created space, even as his arms stayed around her.
The respect in it.
The restraint.
She liked it — the way he always seemed to read her boundaries, even when his own need was obvious.
Unaware of what he had in stock — the careful orchestration, the deeper plan that had led them here step by step.
“Thanks, Nivi,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion, breath warm against her hair.
She turned slightly in his arms, face close to his in the dim light filtering from the city below.
She smiled in the dark — soft, genuine. “Why?”
“It’s been years since I had a birthday night hugging someone.”
“Unbelievable,” she mocked gently, a soft tease in her tone, trying to lighten the heaviness. “You might have ladies… women, as you said once.”
Rohan’s voice dropped, honest, raw — no playfulness now.
“No. Birthday is for loved ones. Not for anyone.”
A pause, heavy with meaning — the weight of unspoken years.
“You are special. The one I love.”
Nivi’s breath caught, heart skipping in the silence.
“Am I special?” i may be your good friend. Not special”
Rohan’s tone shifted — deeper, raw, vulnerable in a way she’d rarely heard from the confident businessman.
“Have you ever seen my wife call on my birthday? Or anyone close?”
Nivi realised — searching her memory.
No.
Never.
“That’s how my marriage life is and personal connection with anyone.. You are the one who cracked it for me you are the special”
He continued, voice breaking slightly, the words spilling like a dam finally giving way.
“Let me admit this… I’ve fallen for you long back. I know you did the same. It’s just… we both know we cannot break marriages. And whenever our partners take us back fully, we’ll move out.”
Nivi couldn’t speak.
She knew it was truth — unspoken, undeniable, hanging between them like the humid Bangalore air.
Rohan went on, holding her gaze in the shadows.
“Until then… at least let’s share the love we want.”
Nivi’s voice small, conflicted — the weight of society, loyalty, fear.
“But you know what… I feel we shouldn’t cross the limit. Society calls it cheating.”
Rohan hugged her harder — eyes watering, tears falling warm on her shoulder, silent but heavy.
Nivi turned fully, concerned, hand touching his cheek.
“What happened?”
"After years I found you.. The one who at least cared for me.. But see the morning let me tell you I was paranoid and happy at same time.. Happy that Prem is changing but paranoid as I feel you will leave me to be like lonely.."
She saw his eyes — vulnerable, wet, glistening in the low light, the powerful man stripped bare.
The sight burdened her — heavy, pulling at her heart, stirring something protective and tender.
She couldn’t leave him like this.
On his birthday. Alone with his pain.
“Don’t worry. I’m with you. We’ll go through this. I will remain your good friend through”
She kissed him. She initiated...
Rohan who said no need for a kiss now made her to kiss him.. she completely forget her change of mind from the morning..
The kiss continued
Soft at first — gentle, reassuring, lips brushing with care.
Then deeper — hunger rising, months of tension unleashing.
Ten minutes.
Mad. Passionate.
Tongues dancing, breaths mingling, hands clutching tighter.
She turned fully in the bedsheet — face to face, bodies aligned, legs tangling.
His hardness pressed her now — insistent, hot through the thin fabric.
She broke the kiss. laughed then mocked softly, breathlessly, trying to lighten the intensity.
“All men are the same…”
Rohan’s hand moved — slow, asking permission with every inch, eyes searching hers.
Slid under her nighty. Found her breast — full, warm.
Thumb circled the nipple — already hardened, sensitive from the charged air.
She gasped, shocked, body arching slightly into his touch.
“What are you doing, Rohan…”
He pinched lightly, voice rough with need.
“What is this, then?”
He whispered against her ear, breath hot, sending shivers down her spine.
“It’s human nature… can’t help.”
The Joke didnt land well she turned mockingly showing her back
Jokes apart… “I expected something more today… but things changed.” His tone was serious, laced with quiet disappointment, eyes searching hers for understanding.
Nivi turned her head — eyes met his.
Something in her gaze — consent, curiosity, care, the shared longing finally breaking through. She turned again facing him in the bedsheet..
He brought her hand down — gentle but firm. My trouble is not your joke... I have been controlling a lot...
Placed it on his hardness — throbbing, hot.
Stroked slowly through fabric.
You are the reason…
As he released her hand, she kept it there — fingers curling instinctively, feeling the pulse, the need.
The moment stretched — charged, inevitable.
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