25-01-2026, 08:38 PM
Chapter 67 – The Fortress & The Fantasy
The villa’s rooftop pool deck was bathed in the soft golden light of late afternoon. Nivi and Aadhil had moved to the shaded loungers — still in their swimwear, skin warm from the sun, conversation light and careful.
The sound of footsteps on the spiral staircase announced Rohan’s return.
He appeared carrying two large paper bags — the smell of hot biryani, fresh naan, and grilled chicken wafting up immediately.
“Food’s here,” he called, grinning.
Aadhil stood — helped him set everything on the low table.
Nivi pulled a thin cover-up over her bikini — suddenly self-conscious again.
They ate downstairs in the villa’s open living room — floor-to-ceiling glass doors open to the beach, waves rolling in the distance.
Everyone had slipped into minimal clothing: Rohan in loose shorts, Aadhil in his navy briefs again, Nivi still in the black bikini top with a sheer sarong tied low on her hips.
They ate quietly at first — hungry, tired from the drive.
Nivi picked at her food — appetite low.
After a few bites she pushed her plate away.
“I’m tired,” she said softly. “I think I’ll sleep.”
Rohan nodded — gentle.
“Go rest. We’ll clean up.”
Nivi stood — kissed Rohan’s cheek briefly — gave Aadhil a small, awkward smile.
“Good night.”
She disappeared upstairs.
Pool Deck – Rohan & Aadhil Alone
Aadhil leaned back — beer in hand.
“I kissed her. Nothing else. We can pursue her tonight.”
Rohan took a slow sip — eyes on the horizon.
“I know. Even if not… I would manage her too.”
He looked at Aadhil — small smile.
“I’m taking her to candlelight dinner tonight.”
Aadhil raised his bottle — “Good luck.”
Evening – The Mini Event
Evening arrived — sky turning deep orange, then purple.
Rohan had prepared everything in the villa’s private backyard — a small patch of lawn opening directly to the beach.
He’d set up a low table with candles, fairy lights strung between palm trees, soft music playing from hidden speakers.
He’d arranged for a few local children from the nearby fishing village — five or six kids, wide-eyed and giggling — to come sing.
They arrived — shy at first — then burst into a traditional Malayalam song, voices high and sweet.
Rohan had gifts ready: small packets of sweets, crayons, coloring books.
Nivi — who had napped and showered — came down in the outfit Rohan had chosen: a flowing, deep emerald gown with delicate gold embroidery, off-shoulder, hugging her curves like a queen’s robe.
She looked radiant — hair loose, minimal makeup, a single gold chain at her throat.
The children sang louder when they saw her — clapping, laughing.
They danced around her — she laughed, genuinely, for the first time in days — twirling with them, handing out gifts.
Rohan watched — arms folded, smile quiet and proud.
Aadhil stayed at the edge — sipping wine, observing.
After the children left — paid and happy — Rohan took Nivi’s hand.
“Come. Dinner.”
Candlelight Dinner – The Restaurant
They drove to a small, exclusive beachside restaurant — private table right on the sand, waves lapping a few meters away, candles flickering in glass holders.
Only two chairs — Rohan, Nivi.
Nivi — once seated — looked around.
“Which client are we meeting?”
Rohan smiled — poured her wine.
“No clients. Just the three of us.”
Nivi’s eyes narrowed — but not angry.
“I’m okay with you… but Aadhil…”
Rohan leaned in — voice low, intimate.
“Relax. I returned much earlier today… but I saw you both kissing for a long time in the pool. I left you with him for an hour on purpose. To give you time.”
Nivi’s cheeks flushed — she slapped his hand lightly.
“Idiot. It’s nothing like you think.”
Rohan — teasing — “Oh no… I thought I got my dream finally coming true for a fantasy.”
Nivi — eyebrow raised — “What fantasy?”
Rohan — eyes locked on hers.
“You remember the double penetration I was talking about? I thought you and Aadhil struck a rapport… thought my fantasy would be easy once you were in for it.”
Nivi — stunned — “No. No no no.”
Rohan — soft — “There’s nothing wrong. Like every other fantasy… why don’t we try it?”
Nivi — voice trembling — “How will you allow another man beside you to bed me?”
Rohan — calm — “It’s up to me. Let’s do one thing. Tonight… let’s sleep nude under one sheet. All three.”
Nivi — “No. I’m not in.”
Rohan — pleading — “For me. Please.”
She looked at him
Nivi — small — “How… two penises inside me? Won’t I feel pain? I fear, Rohan.”
Rohan — gentle — “We’ll use lubrication — like we did earlier. I’ll stop the moment you say no. Aadhil is understanding.”
Nivi — “Did you both speak already?”
Rohan — “Not yet. But he’s ready to fuck you. It’s just his respect for me — he’s controlling himself.”
Nivi looked down — wine glass trembling slightly.
“I don’t know what else you have in store for me…”
Rohan — voice low, intimate — “Tonight… let’s forget morals and fears. Let’s try. If you feel odd, we stop. I promise.”
Nivi stared at the candle flame — long seconds.
Then — barely a whisper:
“Shut your mouth. Let’s see.”
Rohan smiled — slow, victorious.
The waves kept rolling in. And the night was just beginning.
The villa’s rooftop pool deck was bathed in the soft golden light of late afternoon. Nivi and Aadhil had moved to the shaded loungers — still in their swimwear, skin warm from the sun, conversation light and careful.
The sound of footsteps on the spiral staircase announced Rohan’s return.
He appeared carrying two large paper bags — the smell of hot biryani, fresh naan, and grilled chicken wafting up immediately.
“Food’s here,” he called, grinning.
Aadhil stood — helped him set everything on the low table.
Nivi pulled a thin cover-up over her bikini — suddenly self-conscious again.
They ate downstairs in the villa’s open living room — floor-to-ceiling glass doors open to the beach, waves rolling in the distance.
Everyone had slipped into minimal clothing: Rohan in loose shorts, Aadhil in his navy briefs again, Nivi still in the black bikini top with a sheer sarong tied low on her hips.
They ate quietly at first — hungry, tired from the drive.
Nivi picked at her food — appetite low.
After a few bites she pushed her plate away.
“I’m tired,” she said softly. “I think I’ll sleep.”
Rohan nodded — gentle.
“Go rest. We’ll clean up.”
Nivi stood — kissed Rohan’s cheek briefly — gave Aadhil a small, awkward smile.
“Good night.”
She disappeared upstairs.
Pool Deck – Rohan & Aadhil Alone
Aadhil leaned back — beer in hand.
“I kissed her. Nothing else. We can pursue her tonight.”
Rohan took a slow sip — eyes on the horizon.
“I know. Even if not… I would manage her too.”
He looked at Aadhil — small smile.
“I’m taking her to candlelight dinner tonight.”
Aadhil raised his bottle — “Good luck.”
Evening – The Mini Event
Evening arrived — sky turning deep orange, then purple.
Rohan had prepared everything in the villa’s private backyard — a small patch of lawn opening directly to the beach.
He’d set up a low table with candles, fairy lights strung between palm trees, soft music playing from hidden speakers.
He’d arranged for a few local children from the nearby fishing village — five or six kids, wide-eyed and giggling — to come sing.
They arrived — shy at first — then burst into a traditional Malayalam song, voices high and sweet.
Rohan had gifts ready: small packets of sweets, crayons, coloring books.
Nivi — who had napped and showered — came down in the outfit Rohan had chosen: a flowing, deep emerald gown with delicate gold embroidery, off-shoulder, hugging her curves like a queen’s robe.
She looked radiant — hair loose, minimal makeup, a single gold chain at her throat.
The children sang louder when they saw her — clapping, laughing.
They danced around her — she laughed, genuinely, for the first time in days — twirling with them, handing out gifts.
Rohan watched — arms folded, smile quiet and proud.
Aadhil stayed at the edge — sipping wine, observing.
After the children left — paid and happy — Rohan took Nivi’s hand.
“Come. Dinner.”
Candlelight Dinner – The Restaurant
They drove to a small, exclusive beachside restaurant — private table right on the sand, waves lapping a few meters away, candles flickering in glass holders.
Only two chairs — Rohan, Nivi.
Nivi — once seated — looked around.
“Which client are we meeting?”
Rohan smiled — poured her wine.
“No clients. Just the three of us.”
Nivi’s eyes narrowed — but not angry.
“I’m okay with you… but Aadhil…”
Rohan leaned in — voice low, intimate.
“Relax. I returned much earlier today… but I saw you both kissing for a long time in the pool. I left you with him for an hour on purpose. To give you time.”
Nivi’s cheeks flushed — she slapped his hand lightly.
“Idiot. It’s nothing like you think.”
Rohan — teasing — “Oh no… I thought I got my dream finally coming true for a fantasy.”
Nivi — eyebrow raised — “What fantasy?”
Rohan — eyes locked on hers.
“You remember the double penetration I was talking about? I thought you and Aadhil struck a rapport… thought my fantasy would be easy once you were in for it.”
Nivi — stunned — “No. No no no.”
Rohan — soft — “There’s nothing wrong. Like every other fantasy… why don’t we try it?”
Nivi — voice trembling — “How will you allow another man beside you to bed me?”
Rohan — calm — “It’s up to me. Let’s do one thing. Tonight… let’s sleep nude under one sheet. All three.”
Nivi — “No. I’m not in.”
Rohan — pleading — “For me. Please.”
She looked at him
Nivi — small — “How… two penises inside me? Won’t I feel pain? I fear, Rohan.”
Rohan — gentle — “We’ll use lubrication — like we did earlier. I’ll stop the moment you say no. Aadhil is understanding.”
Nivi — “Did you both speak already?”
Rohan — “Not yet. But he’s ready to fuck you. It’s just his respect for me — he’s controlling himself.”
Nivi looked down — wine glass trembling slightly.
“I don’t know what else you have in store for me…”
Rohan — voice low, intimate — “Tonight… let’s forget morals and fears. Let’s try. If you feel odd, we stop. I promise.”
Nivi stared at the candle flame — long seconds.
Then — barely a whisper:
“Shut your mouth. Let’s see.”
Rohan smiled — slow, victorious.
The waves kept rolling in. And the night was just beginning.
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