23-01-2026, 05:28 PM
Chapter 48 – The Blueprint of Secrets
Prem sat at home that evening — plans spread out, Nivi's text still fresh on his phone.
No designs were good. Ask for more modern and futuristic...
He sighed — disappointed but determined.
Called the engineer immediately.
"The ones you sent — my wife didn't like. Send new plans. More modern, futuristic."
Engineer: "Sure sir. I'll get on it right away."
Prem paced — She'll love the next ones. This house is our fresh start.
Rohan, meanwhile — in his penthouse — got the update from the engineer (his plant).
Smiled — everything on track.
Next day — new plans engineered by Rohan arrived in Prem's inbox.
Luxurious, modern — pools, open layouts, high-tech features.
He showed Nivi that night — excited.
"Look... engineer sent these. Better than last. What do you think?"
Nivi scanned — pretended to study carefully, per Rohan script.
Eyes lit up — "These are perfect. Modern, futuristic. I like them."
Prem was happy — beamed wide.
"Really? Great! Let's approve."
He fixed the date for official beginning — pooja and construction start exactly 3 days from approval. The 3 days were hectic as all the missed out works has to be carried by Rohan and Nivi together.
The pooja day arrived bright and humid.
Prem had finalized the date exactly three days after Nivi "approved" the plans — the ones Rohan had quietly engineered through the architect.
The plot was cleared, temporary shamiana set up, pandit chanting mantras, incense smoke curling.
Workers in the background unloading materials.
Family, a few close friends, and site staff gathered.
Prem stood proud — chest puffed, explaining to relatives how this house would be their dream home.
Nivi beside him — saree elegant, smile practiced, but eyes distant.
Rohan was there too — invited as "family friend and business partner" — standing slightly apart, watching with calm satisfaction.
The pandit finished the main rituals — coconut broken, aarti waved.
Engineer approached Prem — clipboard in hand, voice loud over the noise of hammers and trucks.
"Sir, we can start foundation work today itself. But let me explain the layout one more time..."
He began pointing — "Here the main entrance, 20-foot foyer... east-facing pooja room as you wanted... master bedroom on first floor with attached bath and walk-in wardrobe..."
Prem nodded — listening intently.
Nivi stood beside — half-listening, half-drifting.
Then her phone rang — sharp ringtone cutting through.
Rohan — quick glance at his own phone (he had dialed her).
Nivi answered — pretended client talk.
"Loud here... sorry."
Excused to Prem — "Client call. Important."
Prem: "Go. I'll manage."
She stepped away — walked toward the parked Mercedes, away from noise.
Rohan followed moments later — casual, "Need to check something in car."
They slipped inside — doors locked, AC on, windows tinted.
Nivi hung up — fake call ended.
"Why did you fake a call and ask me to come to the car?"
Rohan leaned close — voice low.
"This building is not just a dream... it's going to be our secret place for many adventures. It should witness our love from the start."
Nivi asked — "What does that mean?"
Rohan unzipped slowly — took out his cock — already hardening.
She joked — voice teasing, but eyes wide.
"Why are you in the mood now?"
He looked toward the steel sheets — Prem visible through gaps, talking to engineer, back turned.
"Your husband is working hard for his wife to bed me in the place which he builds. This new-found love... don't I get an erection?"
Nivi felt mixed — thrilled, guilty, pulse quickening.
She understood — but whispered.
"It's not okay... when he works his ass off for me, I shouldn't at least humiliate him and make him this way. I'll have a relationship with you... no need to take it so harsh."
Rohan stepped closer — cock brushing her hand.
"It's fun and fantasy... it's a thrill. Imagine you getting something new every time from me?"
Nivi — "What's the new?"
Rohan —I will let you know but this is something a starter for it (Rohan points at his penis) "Trust me. Just kiss it."
She looked around — steel sheets covering, no one can see the car.
But they can see anyone coming out — clear view of site.
Safe.
She leaned down — soft kiss on the tip.
Warm, salty.
Rohan groaned quietly.
"Now... take the tip in your mouth."
She hesitated one second — then did.
Warm, thick, filling her mouth.
Rohan pushed gently — deeper.
Face-fuck slow at first — hand in her hair, guiding rhythm.
Car shakes — subtle, from his hips rocking, suspension giving slightly.
Nivi gagged softly — adjusted, took more.
Nivi's heart raced during the facefuck — a storm of mixed emotions swirling inside her.
Thrill surged first — the forbidden rush of doing this here, in the car, with Prem just yards away, oblivious behind those steel sheets.
This is insane... he's right there, building our home, and I'm...
Guilt crashed next — sharp, stabbing.
He's working so hard for us... for me... and I'm betraying him like this? Humiliating him without him knowing?
But pleasure drowned it — Rohan's thickness filling her mouth, the way he guided her head, gentle yet commanding, the salty taste, the heat pulsing on her tongue.
It feels good... too good... why does it have to feel this way?
Shame flickered — I'm a wife, a mother... not this.
Yet empowerment rose — But it's my choice... my pleasure... for once.
The emotions collided — thrill, guilt, pleasure, shame — making her eyes water more than the gag, her body tense and relaxed at once.
She swallowed — eyes watering, throat burning.
Car shakes more — final thrusts, then still.
He held her head — gentle but firm.
She pulled back after he came — breathless, wiping her lips, throat burning from the hot pulses she swallowed.
"I tried with Prem but this is good... it's long too..."
Rohan zipped up — smiled, eyes dark with satisfaction.
"The position and place is odd... maybe we should try tomorrow at our home."
Nivi — still catching breath — "You can't stop it? I need a reasonable gap between each session...give me a break dont push me into every day affair.."
"And what's that more something new?"
Rohan leaned close — voice low, teasing.
"Fun and fantasy.... There are lot fantasy and kink elements I want to try with you. You will enjoy it."
"Just tell me what it is," Nivi said, curiosity piqued.
He shook his head — mysterious.
"Tomorrow... after our sex in your husband bedroom."
She paused — then nodded.
"Okay. But atleast after tomorrow push next session atleast a week gap"
Rohan helped her adjust her saree — fingers gentle, smoothing pleats, fixing pallu, wiping a stray drop from her chin with his thumb.
He kissed her — slow, deep, tasting himself on her lips.
"You look perfect again."
They stepped out — casual, returned to site.
Meanwhile — Prem inside the construction net — still getting explained by engineer.
Engineer kept on saying random things — "Sir, the foundation depth is 5 feet... we need to check soil again... let me show the reinforcement detail..."
Prem got doubt — Why it takes a long time for Rohan and Nivi to come back?
He said — "Stop... let me check something."
Engineer blocked — "This is important, sir. Listen this first..."
Prem ignored him — moved out, brushing past.
Luckily — they came out at the same time.
It was the moment Prem noticed something odd.
Nivi was adjusting her saree — not too obvious, but a slight strain, pleats not perfect, pallu slightly askew, lips a little swollen, a faint flush on her cheeks.
His monstrous doubt came back — sharp, twisting.
Why does she look... disheveled? What took so long?
Engineer continued to hold him — "Sir, one more thing about the plinth beam..."
Even outside — the heavy doubt crept in.
Prem wanted to distrust once — something looked totally odd here.
But he pushed it down — forced a smile.
May be I'm overthinking. She's just stressed from the call or something im overlooking.
He walked back — uneasy, but determined... No i should watch them close....
Prem sat at home that evening — plans spread out, Nivi's text still fresh on his phone.
No designs were good. Ask for more modern and futuristic...
He sighed — disappointed but determined.
Called the engineer immediately.
"The ones you sent — my wife didn't like. Send new plans. More modern, futuristic."
Engineer: "Sure sir. I'll get on it right away."
Prem paced — She'll love the next ones. This house is our fresh start.
Rohan, meanwhile — in his penthouse — got the update from the engineer (his plant).
Smiled — everything on track.
Next day — new plans engineered by Rohan arrived in Prem's inbox.
Luxurious, modern — pools, open layouts, high-tech features.
He showed Nivi that night — excited.
"Look... engineer sent these. Better than last. What do you think?"
Nivi scanned — pretended to study carefully, per Rohan script.
Eyes lit up — "These are perfect. Modern, futuristic. I like them."
Prem was happy — beamed wide.
"Really? Great! Let's approve."
He fixed the date for official beginning — pooja and construction start exactly 3 days from approval. The 3 days were hectic as all the missed out works has to be carried by Rohan and Nivi together.
The pooja day arrived bright and humid.
Prem had finalized the date exactly three days after Nivi "approved" the plans — the ones Rohan had quietly engineered through the architect.
The plot was cleared, temporary shamiana set up, pandit chanting mantras, incense smoke curling.
Workers in the background unloading materials.
Family, a few close friends, and site staff gathered.
Prem stood proud — chest puffed, explaining to relatives how this house would be their dream home.
Nivi beside him — saree elegant, smile practiced, but eyes distant.
Rohan was there too — invited as "family friend and business partner" — standing slightly apart, watching with calm satisfaction.
The pandit finished the main rituals — coconut broken, aarti waved.
Engineer approached Prem — clipboard in hand, voice loud over the noise of hammers and trucks.
"Sir, we can start foundation work today itself. But let me explain the layout one more time..."
He began pointing — "Here the main entrance, 20-foot foyer... east-facing pooja room as you wanted... master bedroom on first floor with attached bath and walk-in wardrobe..."
Prem nodded — listening intently.
Nivi stood beside — half-listening, half-drifting.
Then her phone rang — sharp ringtone cutting through.
Rohan — quick glance at his own phone (he had dialed her).
Nivi answered — pretended client talk.
"Loud here... sorry."
Excused to Prem — "Client call. Important."
Prem: "Go. I'll manage."
She stepped away — walked toward the parked Mercedes, away from noise.
Rohan followed moments later — casual, "Need to check something in car."
They slipped inside — doors locked, AC on, windows tinted.
Nivi hung up — fake call ended.
"Why did you fake a call and ask me to come to the car?"
Rohan leaned close — voice low.
"This building is not just a dream... it's going to be our secret place for many adventures. It should witness our love from the start."
Nivi asked — "What does that mean?"
Rohan unzipped slowly — took out his cock — already hardening.
She joked — voice teasing, but eyes wide.
"Why are you in the mood now?"
He looked toward the steel sheets — Prem visible through gaps, talking to engineer, back turned.
"Your husband is working hard for his wife to bed me in the place which he builds. This new-found love... don't I get an erection?"
Nivi felt mixed — thrilled, guilty, pulse quickening.
She understood — but whispered.
"It's not okay... when he works his ass off for me, I shouldn't at least humiliate him and make him this way. I'll have a relationship with you... no need to take it so harsh."
Rohan stepped closer — cock brushing her hand.
"It's fun and fantasy... it's a thrill. Imagine you getting something new every time from me?"
Nivi — "What's the new?"
Rohan —I will let you know but this is something a starter for it (Rohan points at his penis) "Trust me. Just kiss it."
She looked around — steel sheets covering, no one can see the car.
But they can see anyone coming out — clear view of site.
Safe.
She leaned down — soft kiss on the tip.
Warm, salty.
Rohan groaned quietly.
"Now... take the tip in your mouth."
She hesitated one second — then did.
Warm, thick, filling her mouth.
Rohan pushed gently — deeper.
Face-fuck slow at first — hand in her hair, guiding rhythm.
Car shakes — subtle, from his hips rocking, suspension giving slightly.
Nivi gagged softly — adjusted, took more.
Nivi's heart raced during the facefuck — a storm of mixed emotions swirling inside her.
Thrill surged first — the forbidden rush of doing this here, in the car, with Prem just yards away, oblivious behind those steel sheets.
This is insane... he's right there, building our home, and I'm...
Guilt crashed next — sharp, stabbing.
He's working so hard for us... for me... and I'm betraying him like this? Humiliating him without him knowing?
But pleasure drowned it — Rohan's thickness filling her mouth, the way he guided her head, gentle yet commanding, the salty taste, the heat pulsing on her tongue.
It feels good... too good... why does it have to feel this way?
Shame flickered — I'm a wife, a mother... not this.
Yet empowerment rose — But it's my choice... my pleasure... for once.
The emotions collided — thrill, guilt, pleasure, shame — making her eyes water more than the gag, her body tense and relaxed at once.
She swallowed — eyes watering, throat burning.
Car shakes more — final thrusts, then still.
He held her head — gentle but firm.
She pulled back after he came — breathless, wiping her lips, throat burning from the hot pulses she swallowed.
"I tried with Prem but this is good... it's long too..."
Rohan zipped up — smiled, eyes dark with satisfaction.
"The position and place is odd... maybe we should try tomorrow at our home."
Nivi — still catching breath — "You can't stop it? I need a reasonable gap between each session...give me a break dont push me into every day affair.."
"And what's that more something new?"
Rohan leaned close — voice low, teasing.
"Fun and fantasy.... There are lot fantasy and kink elements I want to try with you. You will enjoy it."
"Just tell me what it is," Nivi said, curiosity piqued.
He shook his head — mysterious.
"Tomorrow... after our sex in your husband bedroom."
She paused — then nodded.
"Okay. But atleast after tomorrow push next session atleast a week gap"
Rohan helped her adjust her saree — fingers gentle, smoothing pleats, fixing pallu, wiping a stray drop from her chin with his thumb.
He kissed her — slow, deep, tasting himself on her lips.
"You look perfect again."
They stepped out — casual, returned to site.
Meanwhile — Prem inside the construction net — still getting explained by engineer.
Engineer kept on saying random things — "Sir, the foundation depth is 5 feet... we need to check soil again... let me show the reinforcement detail..."
Prem got doubt — Why it takes a long time for Rohan and Nivi to come back?
He said — "Stop... let me check something."
Engineer blocked — "This is important, sir. Listen this first..."
Prem ignored him — moved out, brushing past.
Luckily — they came out at the same time.
It was the moment Prem noticed something odd.
Nivi was adjusting her saree — not too obvious, but a slight strain, pleats not perfect, pallu slightly askew, lips a little swollen, a faint flush on her cheeks.
His monstrous doubt came back — sharp, twisting.
Why does she look... disheveled? What took so long?
Engineer continued to hold him — "Sir, one more thing about the plinth beam..."
Even outside — the heavy doubt crept in.
Prem wanted to distrust once — something looked totally odd here.
But he pushed it down — forced a smile.
May be I'm overthinking. She's just stressed from the call or something im overlooking.
He walked back — uneasy, but determined... No i should watch them close....
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