24-01-2026, 09:22 AM
(This post was last modified: 24-01-2026, 07:50 PM by heygiwriter. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
Chapter 50 – The Destiny Card & Cuckolding through phone
Prem paced his office — the ceremony's unease still fresh, Nivi's odd flush, the way she adjusted her saree.
Doubt gnawed deeper.
Something's wrong. I need to know.
He pulled out his phone — dialed Nivi. His purpose is to convince Nivi to take up a subordinate who will do a double job of him and a worker for Nivi..
The ring went up — waiting, heart tight.
This was the exact time Nivi asked Rohan… Who was the other one?
And the ring came….. In Nivi’s phone
He saw the screen and he said.. Prem calling?
The moment was enough for Rohan to avoid an answer.
It's unusual ever since the ceremony.. Prem has been frequently calling, did he doubt us?
He saw NIvi eyes getting scared..
He immediately said — voice low, urgent — "Looks like he is doubting you. Stay here, tell him you have a headache... I will go back somewhere and pretend I'm outside."
Nivi nodded — anxious, but trusting.
Rohan slipped out of the bedroom — quick, silent.
Nivi answered — voice weak, faking fatigue.
"Hello?"
Prem: "Nivi... where are you? You are free now?"
She responded — "I'm in house.and and im. sleeping. Headache..." //she doesn't want to completely lie as it might expose her lie.. He may be at her office?..
Her face had all semen traces — sticky, drying, her body drenched in sweat, sheets tangled around her naked form.
She was wiping it as soon as the his voice is heared.. She panicked yet decided to stay cool….
She asked — "What's the matter?"
He said — "My friend looking for a position in marketing... i heard you telling during dinner too much burden at the office and you are looking out for a better person, may i recommend one?"
Nivi who doesn't want Prem to sense anything she said yes.. But she felt a uncomfortable when Prem tries to send someone at her place… still
She said — "Yes..." again
But her mind wants someone else — not Prem's suggested person. Its practically impossible for her to mold a person who she wanted when it was suggested by Prem.. she knows by default they will be sincere only to prem.
The someone has to be protect her secret, be a friend.. She even doesn't want to share her affair details with him or her who took that position. But trust her and protect her absences records…
Outside bedroom Rohan wanted to ensure if Prem calls was due to doubt or something… he texted his mole at Prems office.
The reply came instant: He's in his cabin.
Speaking to someone…
Rohan knows its Nivi.. So he wont make it anytime soon … okay thank you prem you diverted a topic that i have no obligation to share a detail… of who was the other..
Now a strange thing hit him… the scene before him wanted something else.. Her husband on phone! She is naked inside… I'm naked here.. how about a shadow cuckold? Let's take a small step lesson for her to completely own her.. This will train her to get ready for bigger picture.. In Rohan's vision.. He wanted to take her near his husband… This setup is perfect …let him become a cuckold without knowing he is being made one..…
He texted his mole.. Text me…. when he starts from the office…
Rohan went in nude again in bedroom. Nivi was shocked.. She raised her hand like what? Why have you not left?
Rohan showed the message of his mole to her..
Nivi made a look like you are that smart?!!! Her lip posed a smile..
Rohan pushed her gently but firmly onto the bed — her back hitting the rumpled sheets with a soft thud, her body still warm and sensitive from their earlier rounds.
She looked up at him, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and lingering exhaustion, the phone clutched in her hand, Prem's voice faintly audible from the speaker.
"Rohan, wait—" she whispered, her voice a breathy plea, but he was already moving.
He spread her legs — his hands strong on her thighs, parting them slowly, exposing her to the cool air of the room.
She hesitated — legs tensing slightly, a flicker of resistance in her muscles, but her body betrayed her, hips shifting just enough to invite him closer.
While she was still on the phone with Prem — his voice droning on about his hectic work day, "Nivi, you won't believe how crazy it's been here... clients back-to-back, no break..."
Rohan plucked the phone from her fingers — his touch light but commanding, placing it on the pillow beside her head.
He put it on speaker — the volume low, Prem's words filling the room like a distant radio.
Then, with a wicked smile, he took her in missionary — sliding between her legs, his body hovering over hers, weight supported on his elbows.
His cock — still hard, glistening from before — pressed against her entrance.
He inserted deep — slow at first, inch by inch, stretching her again, the sensation familiar yet electrifying.
Nivi gasped — a sharp intake of breath, her hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging in.
"Rohan... not now... he's still talking..."
But her body arched involuntarily, welcoming him, wetness coating him as he sank fully inside.
Prem's voice continued — oblivious, "The meeting ran overtime... I barely ate lunch... how's your headache?"
Rohan began thrusting — initial slow, deliberate rolls of his hips, each one pulling out almost completely before pushing back in, letting her feel every ridge, every vein.
Nivi's hesitation showed — her body tensing, eyes darting to the phone, a small whimper escaping as she bit her lip.
"No... he'll hear... stop..."
But her legs wrapped around him tighter, heels pressing into his back, urging him on despite her words.
Rohan forced his hand over her mouth — palm firm but gentle, muffling her sounds, his eyes locked on hers, dark with desire.
"Shhh..." he whispered, thrusting deeper, the rhythm building.
Every thrust was recorded in her head.. It was something new for her.. Her husband voice in room while she gets fucked… — the phone on speaker, but Prem didn't know, his voice rambling on about work stress.
"And the big client piled on another project... it's hectic, but I'll be home soon... you resting?"
Rohan keep on saying something — casual, as if on the call,
"Hello? Nivi, you there? Signal bad?"
All while fucking her in missionary, shutting her mouth with his hand.
Nivi's moans muffled against his palm — "Mmmph... aaah..." — her body betraying her, hips rising to meet each thrust.
Initial hesitation faded — her eyes fluttering, pleasure overriding fear, the forbidden thrill of Prem's voice in the background making it more intense.
Rohan released his hand briefly — thrust hard.
She gasped — "Ahhh...—"
He clamped back — smiling.
Prem: "Nivi? You okay? whats that sound."
Rohan muted quickly — thrust furious now, hips snapping, skin slapping louder.
Nivi shouted — "Aaahhhh Rohan stop... he might hear... ahhh...."
Rohan — "He might. That's the kick."
He unmuted — "Hello? Nivi?"
Prem: " What was that noise?"
Nivi — voice breaking — "Nothing... headache.. its paining worse... . talk later."
Phone cuts in minutes later — Prem worried, but disconnected.
Rohan didn't stop — furiously fucked her, varied thrusts, slow then fast, her moans filling the room now unrestrained.
"Nivi... please make your husband watch us once... just once... will you let us say to him who owns you and your body...."
She came again — screaming, body shaking.
He followed — hot inside her.
Collapsed.
Breathless.
Rohan kissed her forehead — "Good girl."
Nivi stayed — naked, spent, body marked.
She was a little upset that Rohan made her almost prem hear her moans… What if he hears? She was torn by the absurd move of Rohan in the name of fantasy…
Rohan came to tell something… Nivi said.. Give me some time.. I need to rest..
Rohan left..
When Prem returned that night — he saw her sleeping — curled under a sheet, face flushed, breathing deep.
He didn't disturb her.
She woke up to the noise of him entering…
She said she was feeling headache hence she cut the call. But in reality she was heavily tiered of 3 back to back fucking session today.. Started from 11 AM to 5 PM..
He kissed her forehead — gentle, loving.
But doubt lingered.
Next day Prem saw Nitin arriving at his office...
He carefully saw him resume.. Prem found his experience as marketer is good but he is a tech guy and the very much full name Nitin Praksah.. That prakash didn't go well with him.. He felt like he is adding one more trouble to Nivi.. years back the prakash in past day almost tried to take her in bed.. The visuals still in his eyes.. He is torn but he has no choice.. He decided to go with Nitin Prakash…
Prem said the work is at my wife's office, not here — a marketing role.
Nitin was reluctant and said — "I'm already doing marketing…
Prem realised the hesitation… he wanted to hear more
Prem said go on… more than a employer im your friend.. Tell me what troubles you the pay will be good.. What is your issue
Nitin said actually i thought it was a tech job when you called me over the phone.. Even if the pay is good. I am willing to work only in the tech side.
Prem said I understand but I have a different reason for hiring you there. I need a trusthworthy hand..
Nitin interjected and said… Marketing is a job fit for my wife but unless I get a job in the tech field I can't allow her to pursue..."
Prem thought — I need someone trustworthy... what if it's Nitin or his wife... someone has to report to me... let's take the bait.
Prem said so you are not taking this marketing role?....
Okay .. maybe your wife can work there?
Nitin said.. You know im not comfortable making her work in her chosen field while im not doing that in a field i want.. It's a selfish thing but this is me.. I would allow her into jobs only when I get what I want. Else in future others around us may take a dig on me..
Prem thought for a second.. Now as his company is flourishing taking an extra hand wont be even a micro issue.. He needs the result of a mole.. And if it is a woman it's even easier…
He offered Nitin a role at his company if he can make his wife work at Nivi's place...
Nitin had doubts… he asked why he wanted it so badly to place someone at prems wife's place…
Prem orchestrated a story — "Rohan has been taking numerous funds so I doubt his integrity... so I want one spy.. My wife trusts him too much so I cant get a direct answer… if she (your wife) works there she has to be honest with me and should not betray me and has to report to me personally... if not , let's just forget the offer."
The hurt from step brothers came before Nitin's eyes...
He said — "Yes. consider this is done.. I will speak to her."
Prem stressed.. Have this as a secret.. Dont leak it out.
Prem took out Nivi’s visiting card and gave it to him and said make your wife call her and get an appointment. Ask her to say my name and go for an interview.. It's a name sake interview she will take her in…
Nitin and prem handshaked understanding…
That night.. Nitin went home and said — "Vani I got placed into a friend's company.. but surprise is it's a buy one get one. I got you a marketing position at a company.."
Vani was not able to be happy — she was disappointed the way Nitin behaved earlier
He didn't even look at the visiting card she earlier bought from Nivi… now he wanted her to work somewhere where he found a jodi offer...
She said in anger — "I'm not ready to work now.. And I need to get a baby soon.."
Nitin got irritated.. he fears if she didn't take this he can't get into Prem's company..
He said — "Take this and join the others.. I don't know what decision I would take.."
He angrily threw the visiting card of the company..
Vani shouted — "I'm not like you and I will see the card.. and tear it"
She went and picked — it is the same card as she got from Nivi..
She was shocked surprised
Vani, who came to tear the visiting card by herself, was surprised when a small came out of her lips.. She said that magical word….
Is it Destiny?
Prem paced his office — the ceremony's unease still fresh, Nivi's odd flush, the way she adjusted her saree.
Doubt gnawed deeper.
Something's wrong. I need to know.
He pulled out his phone — dialed Nivi. His purpose is to convince Nivi to take up a subordinate who will do a double job of him and a worker for Nivi..
The ring went up — waiting, heart tight.
This was the exact time Nivi asked Rohan… Who was the other one?
And the ring came….. In Nivi’s phone
He saw the screen and he said.. Prem calling?
The moment was enough for Rohan to avoid an answer.
It's unusual ever since the ceremony.. Prem has been frequently calling, did he doubt us?
He saw NIvi eyes getting scared..
He immediately said — voice low, urgent — "Looks like he is doubting you. Stay here, tell him you have a headache... I will go back somewhere and pretend I'm outside."
Nivi nodded — anxious, but trusting.
Rohan slipped out of the bedroom — quick, silent.
Nivi answered — voice weak, faking fatigue.
"Hello?"
Prem: "Nivi... where are you? You are free now?"
She responded — "I'm in house.and and im. sleeping. Headache..." //she doesn't want to completely lie as it might expose her lie.. He may be at her office?..
Her face had all semen traces — sticky, drying, her body drenched in sweat, sheets tangled around her naked form.
She was wiping it as soon as the his voice is heared.. She panicked yet decided to stay cool….
She asked — "What's the matter?"
He said — "My friend looking for a position in marketing... i heard you telling during dinner too much burden at the office and you are looking out for a better person, may i recommend one?"
Nivi who doesn't want Prem to sense anything she said yes.. But she felt a uncomfortable when Prem tries to send someone at her place… still
She said — "Yes..." again
But her mind wants someone else — not Prem's suggested person. Its practically impossible for her to mold a person who she wanted when it was suggested by Prem.. she knows by default they will be sincere only to prem.
The someone has to be protect her secret, be a friend.. She even doesn't want to share her affair details with him or her who took that position. But trust her and protect her absences records…
Outside bedroom Rohan wanted to ensure if Prem calls was due to doubt or something… he texted his mole at Prems office.
The reply came instant: He's in his cabin.
Speaking to someone…
Rohan knows its Nivi.. So he wont make it anytime soon … okay thank you prem you diverted a topic that i have no obligation to share a detail… of who was the other..
Now a strange thing hit him… the scene before him wanted something else.. Her husband on phone! She is naked inside… I'm naked here.. how about a shadow cuckold? Let's take a small step lesson for her to completely own her.. This will train her to get ready for bigger picture.. In Rohan's vision.. He wanted to take her near his husband… This setup is perfect …let him become a cuckold without knowing he is being made one..…
He texted his mole.. Text me…. when he starts from the office…
Rohan went in nude again in bedroom. Nivi was shocked.. She raised her hand like what? Why have you not left?
Rohan showed the message of his mole to her..
Nivi made a look like you are that smart?!!! Her lip posed a smile..
Rohan pushed her gently but firmly onto the bed — her back hitting the rumpled sheets with a soft thud, her body still warm and sensitive from their earlier rounds.
She looked up at him, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and lingering exhaustion, the phone clutched in her hand, Prem's voice faintly audible from the speaker.
"Rohan, wait—" she whispered, her voice a breathy plea, but he was already moving.
He spread her legs — his hands strong on her thighs, parting them slowly, exposing her to the cool air of the room.
She hesitated — legs tensing slightly, a flicker of resistance in her muscles, but her body betrayed her, hips shifting just enough to invite him closer.
While she was still on the phone with Prem — his voice droning on about his hectic work day, "Nivi, you won't believe how crazy it's been here... clients back-to-back, no break..."
Rohan plucked the phone from her fingers — his touch light but commanding, placing it on the pillow beside her head.
He put it on speaker — the volume low, Prem's words filling the room like a distant radio.
Then, with a wicked smile, he took her in missionary — sliding between her legs, his body hovering over hers, weight supported on his elbows.
His cock — still hard, glistening from before — pressed against her entrance.
He inserted deep — slow at first, inch by inch, stretching her again, the sensation familiar yet electrifying.
Nivi gasped — a sharp intake of breath, her hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging in.
"Rohan... not now... he's still talking..."
But her body arched involuntarily, welcoming him, wetness coating him as he sank fully inside.
Prem's voice continued — oblivious, "The meeting ran overtime... I barely ate lunch... how's your headache?"
Rohan began thrusting — initial slow, deliberate rolls of his hips, each one pulling out almost completely before pushing back in, letting her feel every ridge, every vein.
Nivi's hesitation showed — her body tensing, eyes darting to the phone, a small whimper escaping as she bit her lip.
"No... he'll hear... stop..."
But her legs wrapped around him tighter, heels pressing into his back, urging him on despite her words.
Rohan forced his hand over her mouth — palm firm but gentle, muffling her sounds, his eyes locked on hers, dark with desire.
"Shhh..." he whispered, thrusting deeper, the rhythm building.
Every thrust was recorded in her head.. It was something new for her.. Her husband voice in room while she gets fucked… — the phone on speaker, but Prem didn't know, his voice rambling on about work stress.
"And the big client piled on another project... it's hectic, but I'll be home soon... you resting?"
Rohan keep on saying something — casual, as if on the call,
"Hello? Nivi, you there? Signal bad?"
All while fucking her in missionary, shutting her mouth with his hand.
Nivi's moans muffled against his palm — "Mmmph... aaah..." — her body betraying her, hips rising to meet each thrust.
Initial hesitation faded — her eyes fluttering, pleasure overriding fear, the forbidden thrill of Prem's voice in the background making it more intense.
Rohan released his hand briefly — thrust hard.
She gasped — "Ahhh...—"
He clamped back — smiling.
Prem: "Nivi? You okay? whats that sound."
Rohan muted quickly — thrust furious now, hips snapping, skin slapping louder.
Nivi shouted — "Aaahhhh Rohan stop... he might hear... ahhh...."
Rohan — "He might. That's the kick."
He unmuted — "Hello? Nivi?"
Prem: " What was that noise?"
Nivi — voice breaking — "Nothing... headache.. its paining worse... . talk later."
Phone cuts in minutes later — Prem worried, but disconnected.
Rohan didn't stop — furiously fucked her, varied thrusts, slow then fast, her moans filling the room now unrestrained.
"Nivi... please make your husband watch us once... just once... will you let us say to him who owns you and your body...."
She came again — screaming, body shaking.
He followed — hot inside her.
Collapsed.
Breathless.
Rohan kissed her forehead — "Good girl."
Nivi stayed — naked, spent, body marked.
She was a little upset that Rohan made her almost prem hear her moans… What if he hears? She was torn by the absurd move of Rohan in the name of fantasy…
Rohan came to tell something… Nivi said.. Give me some time.. I need to rest..
Rohan left..
When Prem returned that night — he saw her sleeping — curled under a sheet, face flushed, breathing deep.
He didn't disturb her.
She woke up to the noise of him entering…
She said she was feeling headache hence she cut the call. But in reality she was heavily tiered of 3 back to back fucking session today.. Started from 11 AM to 5 PM..
He kissed her forehead — gentle, loving.
But doubt lingered.
Next day Prem saw Nitin arriving at his office...
He carefully saw him resume.. Prem found his experience as marketer is good but he is a tech guy and the very much full name Nitin Praksah.. That prakash didn't go well with him.. He felt like he is adding one more trouble to Nivi.. years back the prakash in past day almost tried to take her in bed.. The visuals still in his eyes.. He is torn but he has no choice.. He decided to go with Nitin Prakash…
Prem said the work is at my wife's office, not here — a marketing role.
Nitin was reluctant and said — "I'm already doing marketing…
Prem realised the hesitation… he wanted to hear more
Prem said go on… more than a employer im your friend.. Tell me what troubles you the pay will be good.. What is your issue
Nitin said actually i thought it was a tech job when you called me over the phone.. Even if the pay is good. I am willing to work only in the tech side.
Prem said I understand but I have a different reason for hiring you there. I need a trusthworthy hand..
Nitin interjected and said… Marketing is a job fit for my wife but unless I get a job in the tech field I can't allow her to pursue..."
Prem thought — I need someone trustworthy... what if it's Nitin or his wife... someone has to report to me... let's take the bait.
Prem said so you are not taking this marketing role?....
Okay .. maybe your wife can work there?
Nitin said.. You know im not comfortable making her work in her chosen field while im not doing that in a field i want.. It's a selfish thing but this is me.. I would allow her into jobs only when I get what I want. Else in future others around us may take a dig on me..
Prem thought for a second.. Now as his company is flourishing taking an extra hand wont be even a micro issue.. He needs the result of a mole.. And if it is a woman it's even easier…
He offered Nitin a role at his company if he can make his wife work at Nivi's place...
Nitin had doubts… he asked why he wanted it so badly to place someone at prems wife's place…
Prem orchestrated a story — "Rohan has been taking numerous funds so I doubt his integrity... so I want one spy.. My wife trusts him too much so I cant get a direct answer… if she (your wife) works there she has to be honest with me and should not betray me and has to report to me personally... if not , let's just forget the offer."
The hurt from step brothers came before Nitin's eyes...
He said — "Yes. consider this is done.. I will speak to her."
Prem stressed.. Have this as a secret.. Dont leak it out.
Prem took out Nivi’s visiting card and gave it to him and said make your wife call her and get an appointment. Ask her to say my name and go for an interview.. It's a name sake interview she will take her in…
Nitin and prem handshaked understanding…
That night.. Nitin went home and said — "Vani I got placed into a friend's company.. but surprise is it's a buy one get one. I got you a marketing position at a company.."
Vani was not able to be happy — she was disappointed the way Nitin behaved earlier
He didn't even look at the visiting card she earlier bought from Nivi… now he wanted her to work somewhere where he found a jodi offer...
She said in anger — "I'm not ready to work now.. And I need to get a baby soon.."
Nitin got irritated.. he fears if she didn't take this he can't get into Prem's company..
He said — "Take this and join the others.. I don't know what decision I would take.."
He angrily threw the visiting card of the company..
Vani shouted — "I'm not like you and I will see the card.. and tear it"
She went and picked — it is the same card as she got from Nivi..
She was shocked surprised
Vani, who came to tear the visiting card by herself, was surprised when a small came out of her lips.. She said that magical word….
Is it Destiny?
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