25-01-2026, 03:51 PM
Chapter 58 – A quickie Before the Ceremony
The morning sun slanted across the half-finished compound walls as three cars rolled in one after another from the city.
Prem’s black SUV arrived first — he parked closest to the main gate, stepped out in a crisp white shirt and trousers, phone already in hand.
Nivi and Rohan came next in Rohan’s sleek grey sedan — tinted windows, quiet engine. Rohan parked a respectful distance away.
They stepped out together — Nivi in a simple cream saree with a thin gold border, Rohan in dark jeans and a fitted navy polo.
Prem glanced over — gave a small nod.
“Everything ready?” he asked the engineer who was already waiting near the entrance.
The engineer — mid-40s, clipboard in hand — nodded quickly.
“Yes, sir. Just a few final touches inside. Let’s walk through.”
The trio moved together — Prem leading, Nivi close by his side, Rohan trailing a few steps behind, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning the structure.
They walked through the foyer — marble floors still half-laid, high ceilings with exposed beams, sunlight pouring through large windows.
Nivi stayed near Prem — touching his arm occasionally, asking small questions about the lighting, the paint shade, the placement of furniture.
She played the perfect wife — attentive, soft-spoken, smiling at his answers.
Rohan maintained distance — commenting only when spoken to, voice calm and professional.
They climbed the stairs — polished wood, wide landing.
Reached the upper floor — master bedroom still under finishing, balcony doors open to the sea view.
Prem stepped out onto the balcony — signal weak inside.
A client call came.
“Excuse me,” he said, frowning at the screen. “I’ll take this downstairs. Better reception.”
Nivi — “Okay. We’ll wait here.”
Prem disappeared down the stairs — voice already low, professional.
The moment his footsteps faded, Rohan turned to Nivi.
“Come with me,” he said quietly. “I want to show you something.”
Nivi hesitated — glanced toward the staircase.
“Rohan… he’ll be back soon.”
“Just a minute,” he said, hand brushing her elbow. “Upstairs.”
She followed — reluctant, but curious.
They climbed a smaller staircase — narrow, leading to a storage loft.
A blind spot — high ceiling, no windows facing the driveway, sound muffled by thick walls.
Rohan stopped — turned to her.
“See?” he whispered. “You can see your husband from here.”
He pointed through a small gap in the railing — Prem visible far below on the phone, pacing near the car.
“But he can’t see us.”
Nivi’s breath hitched.
“Rohan…”
Before she could finish — he hugged her from behind — arms around her waist, chest pressed to her back.
His hardness nudged against her saree-covered ass.
She stiffened.
“Rohan… no. Not here.”
He kissed the side of her neck — slow, warm.
“Just a quick one. Thrilling, isn’t it?”
She tried to step away — but his arms tightened.
“I said no.”
He lifted the pleats of her saree — fabric rustling softly — hand sliding between her thighs.
She gasped — “Stop… someone might hear.”
“No one will,” he murmured against her ear. “And you’re already wet.”
He placed his cock against her — tip brushing her entrance through her panties.
She froze — body betraying her with a small shiver.
A sudden kiss — deep, possessive — silenced her protest.
She melted — just a little.
He tugged her panties aside — pushed in — slow, deep.
Nivi moaned — low, muffled against his shoulder.
He thrust — steady, controlled.
Her breath came fast — shaky.
“Rohan… he’s right there…”
“That’s the thrill,” he whispered. “Your husband on the phone… while I’m inside you.”
She came — sudden, sharp, biting her lip to stay quiet.
He followed — deep, hot.
They stood there — panting, bodies pressed.
Nivi pulled away — quickly adjusted her saree, face flushed.
Before prem arrive she quickly cleaned her while Rohan went down to hall.
After Prem said he is on way to meet a client.. Rohan and Nivi went back to office in Rohan's Mercedes...
Nivi spoke...
“You’re too much,” she said — voice trembling. “You’re doing it while Prem is around.”
Rohan smiled.
“Remember our deal? Making him a cuckold… once. Consider these as training...
Nivi shook her head — firm.
“No, Rohan. I’m not ready for it. Ask me anything else — but this… I won’t agree.”
Rohan tilted his head — eyes narrowing slightly.
“Are you sure? I can ask anything?”
Nivi — without thinking — “Yes.”
He stepped closer — voice soft.
“Then you should allow me in my other sexual wishes.”
Yes.. Nivi said.. It's better than getting caught by my husband. I don't want an affair that pushes him to know .. I really had no intention to do it before him.. Just for your fantasy I'm playing along she said..
Rohan added one more thing about Aadhil..
Nivi blinked — caught.
“What?”
Rohan — “Aadhil has been helping us. Protecting our secrets. Maybe we should give him extra revenue for that.”
Nivi: extra money in company shares.
Rohan: Maybe?!!
Nivi — “Why can’t you speak to him?” He is your friend right?
Rohan — “No. He likes to speak with you. He’s our friend, right? Invite him over the phone today. For the ceremony.. Just make a deal.. I sent his number.”
Nivi — conflicted — “Okay… but give me some time. For our affair.. See just 2 days before we made a big mistake.. That almost blew my cover…and pushed me to guilt. I need to clearly draw lines between our needs, family, and business. A little more careful.”
Rohan — smiling — “I’m all in. Just don’t sacrifice me for other duties.”
Nivi — fake anger — slapped his arm lightly, then kissed his cheek. I wont leave you don't worry.. After all, it's you who brings out the best in me and what I want…
He laughed — started driving back.
The morning sun slanted across the half-finished compound walls as three cars rolled in one after another from the city.
Prem’s black SUV arrived first — he parked closest to the main gate, stepped out in a crisp white shirt and trousers, phone already in hand.
Nivi and Rohan came next in Rohan’s sleek grey sedan — tinted windows, quiet engine. Rohan parked a respectful distance away.
They stepped out together — Nivi in a simple cream saree with a thin gold border, Rohan in dark jeans and a fitted navy polo.
Prem glanced over — gave a small nod.
“Everything ready?” he asked the engineer who was already waiting near the entrance.
The engineer — mid-40s, clipboard in hand — nodded quickly.
“Yes, sir. Just a few final touches inside. Let’s walk through.”
The trio moved together — Prem leading, Nivi close by his side, Rohan trailing a few steps behind, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning the structure.
They walked through the foyer — marble floors still half-laid, high ceilings with exposed beams, sunlight pouring through large windows.
Nivi stayed near Prem — touching his arm occasionally, asking small questions about the lighting, the paint shade, the placement of furniture.
She played the perfect wife — attentive, soft-spoken, smiling at his answers.
Rohan maintained distance — commenting only when spoken to, voice calm and professional.
They climbed the stairs — polished wood, wide landing.
Reached the upper floor — master bedroom still under finishing, balcony doors open to the sea view.
Prem stepped out onto the balcony — signal weak inside.
A client call came.
“Excuse me,” he said, frowning at the screen. “I’ll take this downstairs. Better reception.”
Nivi — “Okay. We’ll wait here.”
Prem disappeared down the stairs — voice already low, professional.
The moment his footsteps faded, Rohan turned to Nivi.
“Come with me,” he said quietly. “I want to show you something.”
Nivi hesitated — glanced toward the staircase.
“Rohan… he’ll be back soon.”
“Just a minute,” he said, hand brushing her elbow. “Upstairs.”
She followed — reluctant, but curious.
They climbed a smaller staircase — narrow, leading to a storage loft.
A blind spot — high ceiling, no windows facing the driveway, sound muffled by thick walls.
Rohan stopped — turned to her.
“See?” he whispered. “You can see your husband from here.”
He pointed through a small gap in the railing — Prem visible far below on the phone, pacing near the car.
“But he can’t see us.”
Nivi’s breath hitched.
“Rohan…”
Before she could finish — he hugged her from behind — arms around her waist, chest pressed to her back.
His hardness nudged against her saree-covered ass.
She stiffened.
“Rohan… no. Not here.”
He kissed the side of her neck — slow, warm.
“Just a quick one. Thrilling, isn’t it?”
She tried to step away — but his arms tightened.
“I said no.”
He lifted the pleats of her saree — fabric rustling softly — hand sliding between her thighs.
She gasped — “Stop… someone might hear.”
“No one will,” he murmured against her ear. “And you’re already wet.”
He placed his cock against her — tip brushing her entrance through her panties.
She froze — body betraying her with a small shiver.
A sudden kiss — deep, possessive — silenced her protest.
She melted — just a little.
He tugged her panties aside — pushed in — slow, deep.
Nivi moaned — low, muffled against his shoulder.
He thrust — steady, controlled.
Her breath came fast — shaky.
“Rohan… he’s right there…”
“That’s the thrill,” he whispered. “Your husband on the phone… while I’m inside you.”
She came — sudden, sharp, biting her lip to stay quiet.
He followed — deep, hot.
They stood there — panting, bodies pressed.
Nivi pulled away — quickly adjusted her saree, face flushed.
Before prem arrive she quickly cleaned her while Rohan went down to hall.
After Prem said he is on way to meet a client.. Rohan and Nivi went back to office in Rohan's Mercedes...
Nivi spoke...
“You’re too much,” she said — voice trembling. “You’re doing it while Prem is around.”
Rohan smiled.
“Remember our deal? Making him a cuckold… once. Consider these as training...
Nivi shook her head — firm.
“No, Rohan. I’m not ready for it. Ask me anything else — but this… I won’t agree.”
Rohan tilted his head — eyes narrowing slightly.
“Are you sure? I can ask anything?”
Nivi — without thinking — “Yes.”
He stepped closer — voice soft.
“Then you should allow me in my other sexual wishes.”
Yes.. Nivi said.. It's better than getting caught by my husband. I don't want an affair that pushes him to know .. I really had no intention to do it before him.. Just for your fantasy I'm playing along she said..
Rohan added one more thing about Aadhil..
Nivi blinked — caught.
“What?”
Rohan — “Aadhil has been helping us. Protecting our secrets. Maybe we should give him extra revenue for that.”
Nivi: extra money in company shares.
Rohan: Maybe?!!
Nivi — “Why can’t you speak to him?” He is your friend right?
Rohan — “No. He likes to speak with you. He’s our friend, right? Invite him over the phone today. For the ceremony.. Just make a deal.. I sent his number.”
Nivi — conflicted — “Okay… but give me some time. For our affair.. See just 2 days before we made a big mistake.. That almost blew my cover…and pushed me to guilt. I need to clearly draw lines between our needs, family, and business. A little more careful.”
Rohan — smiling — “I’m all in. Just don’t sacrifice me for other duties.”
Nivi — fake anger — slapped his arm lightly, then kissed his cheek. I wont leave you don't worry.. After all, it's you who brings out the best in me and what I want…
He laughed — started driving back.
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