30-01-2026, 01:54 PM
Chapter 7: The Temptation and Perverse Thoughts on Malavika
He learned a lot from her. She was friendly with everyone, her words never taken lightly in the company. He knew how he got the job; it was easy to see anyone could do anything for her. She worked overtime to save for her marriage with Suresh.
Soon Malavika and Vikram became friends. Working under the same roof they slowly started going together out in auto shops and films with teams… sharing movies in pen drive.
Whenever Suresh and Malavika fought over small things, Vikram mediated. He kept the peace.
At times Suresh gave his bike to Vikram to pick up and take Malavika to places she wanted.
But three months in, a big fight happened between Suresh and Malavika. Vikram felt the distance grow.
Malavika assured him, “Don’t worry, anna. We’ve been like this for years.” and we will get back in months..
As they become close and been working on various things inside the company they regularly commuted in autos to reach client place or register office for giving files or other bank for the works.. Those rides and private time were sexual torture for Vikram
On crowded auto rides—when going to shops or team outings—they squeezed in tight. Her body pressed against his in every bump: shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh. The auto jolted over potholes; her warmth seeped through the thin fabric of her salwar, her hip brushing his. During a sharp turn she held his arm for balance, fingers soft and warm on his bicep, gripping just long enough for him to feel the pulse in her palm.
Sometimes her head leaned on his shoulder “accidentally” from tiredness after a long day, her hair tickling his neck, jasmine perfume filling his lungs. This tempted him unbearably: “Her warmth seeps through—imagine that thigh wrapped around me, her holding on during something else… not an auto ride, but me inside her, her nails digging into my arms.”
During group movie nights with the team, she sat next to him, sharing popcorn. She used to laugh at a comedy scene, body shaking, her breast brushing his arm through her dupatta—soft, accidental pressure that sent heat straight to his groin. and she used to whisper commentary in his ear, breath hot and sweet, lips close enough to graze his earlobe.
At times Vikram had perverse thoughts about her. Though she called him “anna” constantly, drawing a visible border, he secretly enjoyed her closeness—her smell, her cleavage when she bent over files to explain targets, her homely dressing sense, the way her assets filled her salwar.
He never thought he would come to this state. Exactly after such on auto ride he excused and reached mansion soon. he locked the door and masturbated to her , guilt and desire twisting together. He was thinking ill about his friend’s girlfriend. The friends who rescued him… this is absurd he thought to himself. But her beauty wanted him to break it.
It was the early days of cellular phones. Vikram spent half a month’s salary to buy her one. She hid it from Suresh for a while (the buyer part), then revealed it one day. “He’s a brother figure to me,” she told Suresh. Vikram loved her loyalty, but the wild thoughts never stopped.
She started reasoning with Vikram in private: “Suresh won’t take me out often… he will feel bad. But you’re like a brother. Take me secretly sometimes? Just to shops or movies. No one needs to know.”
Vikram agreed, heart racing. Those secret outings became his private torment and thrill.
Sometimes he took advantage of her lone time—long office hours, shared tea breaks—leading to a secret affair that grew quietly. For him it was an affair. For Malavika it was friendship. Nothing overt, just lingering touches, shared glances, tension building.
As days progressed… Vikram started seeing himself in Vicky’s place while he considered Suresh as his old self and Malavika as Malar. Some strange fantasy his mind kept running that made these perverse thoughts go on…
One evening, both Vikram and Malavika went out to the theatre. Suresh didn’t know. When the film got intense, Vikram gathered guts. He slowly put his arm around her. She didn’t say anything. His hand casually came around her breast—first time he touched a woman’s breast, not even Malar’s. Malavika was immersed in the movie but noticed. She turned and said softly, “Look where your hand is.”
Vikram suddenly pulled away panicked and said sorry multiple times... . Malavika smiled. “It’s accidental.” you are not that evil she smiled..
Next day after manager went out she said she had a headache and was going back to her room.
She asked Vikram if he could drop her.
Vikram dropped her on the bike. He asked, “Shall I come in?” (He purposely asked so that he can share some nice moments may be a luck like in theatre?)
But, Malavika said, “It’s a girls’ shared room. It’s alone here… people will mistake. You can go back to office.”
Whenever Malavika came out with Vikram, they used to return in the evening. But today he dropped her at noon.
Midway, he thought what if Malavika wanted me to bed her? . He assumed her other girl roommates would be out for work. Perfect chance to for them to bed.. he thinks she is close now after the breast grab she smiled and said i'm not that evil.. may be she want more? may be she wanted to consume affair today she secretly calling me? headache as an excuse? He decided to reach her in the context of getting some new movies in pen drive and check his luck.
He came back in 30 minutes. He reached the house and silently climbed up. He smiled—only Malavika’s slippers were out. He placed his slipper on her slipper, mind reeling about how he would fuck her that day.
Suddenly Suresh’s call came. He put it on silent and panicked. He hid for 10 minutes to avoid suspicion.
He struggled to knock the door… no no what you are doing to Suresh is what Vicky has done to you… Please Vikram get back your senses if you want to try her… just wait make them split and come back and you don’t love her you just lust her… he said to himself.
When he hid, he found a balcony at the side—through which the door was open. The other part of brain doesn’t listen it said perfect.
Vikram jumped in… for countless probabilities.
He learned a lot from her. She was friendly with everyone, her words never taken lightly in the company. He knew how he got the job; it was easy to see anyone could do anything for her. She worked overtime to save for her marriage with Suresh.
Soon Malavika and Vikram became friends. Working under the same roof they slowly started going together out in auto shops and films with teams… sharing movies in pen drive.
Whenever Suresh and Malavika fought over small things, Vikram mediated. He kept the peace.
At times Suresh gave his bike to Vikram to pick up and take Malavika to places she wanted.
But three months in, a big fight happened between Suresh and Malavika. Vikram felt the distance grow.
Malavika assured him, “Don’t worry, anna. We’ve been like this for years.” and we will get back in months..
As they become close and been working on various things inside the company they regularly commuted in autos to reach client place or register office for giving files or other bank for the works.. Those rides and private time were sexual torture for Vikram
On crowded auto rides—when going to shops or team outings—they squeezed in tight. Her body pressed against his in every bump: shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh. The auto jolted over potholes; her warmth seeped through the thin fabric of her salwar, her hip brushing his. During a sharp turn she held his arm for balance, fingers soft and warm on his bicep, gripping just long enough for him to feel the pulse in her palm.
Sometimes her head leaned on his shoulder “accidentally” from tiredness after a long day, her hair tickling his neck, jasmine perfume filling his lungs. This tempted him unbearably: “Her warmth seeps through—imagine that thigh wrapped around me, her holding on during something else… not an auto ride, but me inside her, her nails digging into my arms.”
During group movie nights with the team, she sat next to him, sharing popcorn. She used to laugh at a comedy scene, body shaking, her breast brushing his arm through her dupatta—soft, accidental pressure that sent heat straight to his groin. and she used to whisper commentary in his ear, breath hot and sweet, lips close enough to graze his earlobe.
At times Vikram had perverse thoughts about her. Though she called him “anna” constantly, drawing a visible border, he secretly enjoyed her closeness—her smell, her cleavage when she bent over files to explain targets, her homely dressing sense, the way her assets filled her salwar.
He never thought he would come to this state. Exactly after such on auto ride he excused and reached mansion soon. he locked the door and masturbated to her , guilt and desire twisting together. He was thinking ill about his friend’s girlfriend. The friends who rescued him… this is absurd he thought to himself. But her beauty wanted him to break it.
It was the early days of cellular phones. Vikram spent half a month’s salary to buy her one. She hid it from Suresh for a while (the buyer part), then revealed it one day. “He’s a brother figure to me,” she told Suresh. Vikram loved her loyalty, but the wild thoughts never stopped.
She started reasoning with Vikram in private: “Suresh won’t take me out often… he will feel bad. But you’re like a brother. Take me secretly sometimes? Just to shops or movies. No one needs to know.”
Vikram agreed, heart racing. Those secret outings became his private torment and thrill.
Sometimes he took advantage of her lone time—long office hours, shared tea breaks—leading to a secret affair that grew quietly. For him it was an affair. For Malavika it was friendship. Nothing overt, just lingering touches, shared glances, tension building.
As days progressed… Vikram started seeing himself in Vicky’s place while he considered Suresh as his old self and Malavika as Malar. Some strange fantasy his mind kept running that made these perverse thoughts go on…
One evening, both Vikram and Malavika went out to the theatre. Suresh didn’t know. When the film got intense, Vikram gathered guts. He slowly put his arm around her. She didn’t say anything. His hand casually came around her breast—first time he touched a woman’s breast, not even Malar’s. Malavika was immersed in the movie but noticed. She turned and said softly, “Look where your hand is.”
Vikram suddenly pulled away panicked and said sorry multiple times... . Malavika smiled. “It’s accidental.” you are not that evil she smiled..
Next day after manager went out she said she had a headache and was going back to her room.
She asked Vikram if he could drop her.
Vikram dropped her on the bike. He asked, “Shall I come in?” (He purposely asked so that he can share some nice moments may be a luck like in theatre?)
But, Malavika said, “It’s a girls’ shared room. It’s alone here… people will mistake. You can go back to office.”
Whenever Malavika came out with Vikram, they used to return in the evening. But today he dropped her at noon.
Midway, he thought what if Malavika wanted me to bed her? . He assumed her other girl roommates would be out for work. Perfect chance to for them to bed.. he thinks she is close now after the breast grab she smiled and said i'm not that evil.. may be she want more? may be she wanted to consume affair today she secretly calling me? headache as an excuse? He decided to reach her in the context of getting some new movies in pen drive and check his luck.
He came back in 30 minutes. He reached the house and silently climbed up. He smiled—only Malavika’s slippers were out. He placed his slipper on her slipper, mind reeling about how he would fuck her that day.
Suddenly Suresh’s call came. He put it on silent and panicked. He hid for 10 minutes to avoid suspicion.
He struggled to knock the door… no no what you are doing to Suresh is what Vicky has done to you… Please Vikram get back your senses if you want to try her… just wait make them split and come back and you don’t love her you just lust her… he said to himself.
When he hid, he found a balcony at the side—through which the door was open. The other part of brain doesn’t listen it said perfect.
Vikram jumped in… for countless probabilities.
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