30-01-2026, 03:10 PM
Chapter 8: The Hidden Truth & Another Wound
As soon as Vikram entered, his perverse thoughts consumed him. He switched off his phone, heart pounding, and stepped through the ajar door. The house didn’t look like a shared girls’ room at all—it was a small, neat 1 BHK: compact kitchen opening into a hall, single bedroom to the left, store room at the back. Air warm, scented with jasmine agarbatti and something musky. Malavika nowhere in sight.
He moved quietly into the bedroom. Her red salwar—the one she wore that day—lay tossed on the bed, still warm. Bra and panties scattered on the floor near the bedpost, discarded in a hurry. Shower running from the attached bathroom. She was in there.
Vikram’s breath caught. He bent, picked up her panties—soft cotton, damp at the crotch—and brought them to his nose. Her intimate scent hit like a drug. He licked the bra cup edge, tasting faint salt of her skin. Cock hardened instantly. Then eyes fell on an unopened condom box on the side table. He smiled darkly inside. “You thief… you wanted to have sex with me. That’s why you called me here.” Headache? Excuse. She wanted him.
He decided to surprise her. Stripped quickly, clothes pooling. Naked, fell onto the bed, wrapped her bra around his throbbing penis, lace soft against shaft. Stroked slowly, building rhythm, precum leaking onto fabric. Waited, eyes fixed on bathroom door, smiling in anticipation.
Shower stopped.
But sounds were odd—not just water off, but low moans, wet slaps, man’s grunt. Door opened.
Kaushik—manager, 35, married, thick-set with a gold chain around his neck—stepped out first, completely nude, thick cock still half-hard and glistening. Malavika wrapped around his hips, legs locked behind his back, arms around his neck. He pinned her to wall just outside bathroom, thrust once more deep inside her with wet sound. She gasped—“Aahhh… Kaushik…” They were lost in heat, eyes closed, bodies moving together.
He lifted her higher against the wall, her legs trembling, toes curling as he ground deep, pelvis rolling to hit every sensitive spot inside her. She bit his shoulder to muffle moans, whispering “Harder… don’t stop…”
Their rhythm built—his balls slapping her ass with each powerful thrust, her juices coating his shaft, glistening in the dim light, dripping down her thighs. Her nails raked his back, leaving red trails. She arched, breasts bouncing with every slam, nipples hard and dark, head thrown back in pleasure.
Vikram watched frozen. Hand unconsciously stroked again, precum dripping, hating himself but unable to stop. The same Malar episode was happening again—another woman he desired, already taken by someone else. His cock throbbed in his fist, betraying him even as his heart cracked.
They didn’t see the man already nude on their bed, watching.
Malavika opened her eyes mid-thrust. Saw Vikram—naked, her bra wrapped around his erection, face pale with shock. Expression shifted from pleasure to horror. Kaushik followed her gaze, froze, cock still buried deep.
Both turned toward him at once.
Kaushik pulled out slowly, cum leaking down her thigh, stepped back. Malavika slid down the wall, legs shaky, pussy still swollen and glistening. She grabbed a towel but didn’t cover herself yet.
Kaushik first: “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Malavika, voice shaking but controlled: “Vikram… how did you get in? Why are you naked in my bed?”
Vikram stammered, hand dropping from his cock. “I… I thought you wanted—”
She cut him off. “You thought wrong. Leave. Now.”
Vikram’s face burned. “I won’t leave. You smiled after I grabbed your breast in the theatre.”
Malavika corrected sharply: “Sorry, your hand—I mean your fingers—brushed, not grabbed. And I genuinely thought it was accidental.
And these things you thought I want to bed you?”
She laughed, short and cold. “You really think that?”
Vikram got irritated. “No matter now. I know your secret. Don’t think I won’t tell Suresh. You cheated him.”
Malavika turned to Kaushik. “It’s a misunderstanding between me and him. Let me clear it. You please leave now.”
Vikram said, “Send him and come to me.”
She was about to wrap her body with the towel. Vikram pulled it from her hand. “I mean it.”
Malavika paused, eyes narrowing. “I will send him and come back.”
She came back in 10 minutes—still nude, skin glistening from the shower and sex, breasts rising with each breath, pussy lips swollen and wet. She stood at the foot of the bed, unashamed.
“So… how long have you had this intention on me?” she asked softly.
Vikram swallowed. “Not sure… but short. But you’ve been cheating on Suresh. Is that not wrong? And does it sound like a moral?”
Malavika hit back, eyes sharp. “You stroking my bra on your cock and making a deal with me to fuck me —does it sound like moral to you?”
Okay for the secrets you have just today? Its the deal
She stepped closer, took his cock in her hand—still wrapped in her bra—and stroked slowly. Vikram’s breath hitched. Ecstasy flooded him. His hand reached instinctively, grabbed her breast, squeezing the soft flesh.
Malavika climbed onto the bed, pushed Vikram to lie back. She straddled his hips, guiding his cock to her entrance. “I want you in me,” she whispered, voice husky, eyes half-lidded with what looked like desire.
Vikram’s mind blanked with triumph. The months of tension, guilt, secret touches, and fantasies all crashed together in that moment. And he needed control. He quickly turned, got up, and pulled her down on her back beneath him.
Her legs parted instinctively, thighs wrapping loosely around his waist. He positioned himself at her entrance again, the tip of his cock nudging her slick folds. She looked up at him, smiling slyly. “This is what I want…”
Befor he enters her..
suddenly—she shouted at the top of her lungs:
“Someone help me! Please! He’s forcing me!”
Vikram shocked, froze mid-thrust. Before he could react, the door burst open—Kaushik and two nearby women (two young women) rushed in
Malavika screamed again, scrambling off him, grabbing the sheet to cover herself. “He broke in! He was molesting me!”
Kaushik grabbed Vikram’s arm, pinning him. The women gasped, one already tied a thread on his hand..
Vikram’s world shattered again. Nude, cock still hard, caught in the act—framed perfectly.
And the worst thing.. Kaushik said Malavika,, dial your boy friend Suresh… Vikram froze.
As soon as Vikram entered, his perverse thoughts consumed him. He switched off his phone, heart pounding, and stepped through the ajar door. The house didn’t look like a shared girls’ room at all—it was a small, neat 1 BHK: compact kitchen opening into a hall, single bedroom to the left, store room at the back. Air warm, scented with jasmine agarbatti and something musky. Malavika nowhere in sight.
He moved quietly into the bedroom. Her red salwar—the one she wore that day—lay tossed on the bed, still warm. Bra and panties scattered on the floor near the bedpost, discarded in a hurry. Shower running from the attached bathroom. She was in there.
Vikram’s breath caught. He bent, picked up her panties—soft cotton, damp at the crotch—and brought them to his nose. Her intimate scent hit like a drug. He licked the bra cup edge, tasting faint salt of her skin. Cock hardened instantly. Then eyes fell on an unopened condom box on the side table. He smiled darkly inside. “You thief… you wanted to have sex with me. That’s why you called me here.” Headache? Excuse. She wanted him.
He decided to surprise her. Stripped quickly, clothes pooling. Naked, fell onto the bed, wrapped her bra around his throbbing penis, lace soft against shaft. Stroked slowly, building rhythm, precum leaking onto fabric. Waited, eyes fixed on bathroom door, smiling in anticipation.
Shower stopped.
But sounds were odd—not just water off, but low moans, wet slaps, man’s grunt. Door opened.
Kaushik—manager, 35, married, thick-set with a gold chain around his neck—stepped out first, completely nude, thick cock still half-hard and glistening. Malavika wrapped around his hips, legs locked behind his back, arms around his neck. He pinned her to wall just outside bathroom, thrust once more deep inside her with wet sound. She gasped—“Aahhh… Kaushik…” They were lost in heat, eyes closed, bodies moving together.
He lifted her higher against the wall, her legs trembling, toes curling as he ground deep, pelvis rolling to hit every sensitive spot inside her. She bit his shoulder to muffle moans, whispering “Harder… don’t stop…”
Their rhythm built—his balls slapping her ass with each powerful thrust, her juices coating his shaft, glistening in the dim light, dripping down her thighs. Her nails raked his back, leaving red trails. She arched, breasts bouncing with every slam, nipples hard and dark, head thrown back in pleasure.
Vikram watched frozen. Hand unconsciously stroked again, precum dripping, hating himself but unable to stop. The same Malar episode was happening again—another woman he desired, already taken by someone else. His cock throbbed in his fist, betraying him even as his heart cracked.
They didn’t see the man already nude on their bed, watching.
Malavika opened her eyes mid-thrust. Saw Vikram—naked, her bra wrapped around his erection, face pale with shock. Expression shifted from pleasure to horror. Kaushik followed her gaze, froze, cock still buried deep.
Both turned toward him at once.
Kaushik pulled out slowly, cum leaking down her thigh, stepped back. Malavika slid down the wall, legs shaky, pussy still swollen and glistening. She grabbed a towel but didn’t cover herself yet.
Kaushik first: “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Malavika, voice shaking but controlled: “Vikram… how did you get in? Why are you naked in my bed?”
Vikram stammered, hand dropping from his cock. “I… I thought you wanted—”
She cut him off. “You thought wrong. Leave. Now.”
Vikram’s face burned. “I won’t leave. You smiled after I grabbed your breast in the theatre.”
Malavika corrected sharply: “Sorry, your hand—I mean your fingers—brushed, not grabbed. And I genuinely thought it was accidental.
And these things you thought I want to bed you?”
She laughed, short and cold. “You really think that?”
Vikram got irritated. “No matter now. I know your secret. Don’t think I won’t tell Suresh. You cheated him.”
Malavika turned to Kaushik. “It’s a misunderstanding between me and him. Let me clear it. You please leave now.”
Vikram said, “Send him and come to me.”
She was about to wrap her body with the towel. Vikram pulled it from her hand. “I mean it.”
Malavika paused, eyes narrowing. “I will send him and come back.”
She came back in 10 minutes—still nude, skin glistening from the shower and sex, breasts rising with each breath, pussy lips swollen and wet. She stood at the foot of the bed, unashamed.
“So… how long have you had this intention on me?” she asked softly.
Vikram swallowed. “Not sure… but short. But you’ve been cheating on Suresh. Is that not wrong? And does it sound like a moral?”
Malavika hit back, eyes sharp. “You stroking my bra on your cock and making a deal with me to fuck me —does it sound like moral to you?”
Okay for the secrets you have just today? Its the deal
She stepped closer, took his cock in her hand—still wrapped in her bra—and stroked slowly. Vikram’s breath hitched. Ecstasy flooded him. His hand reached instinctively, grabbed her breast, squeezing the soft flesh.
Malavika climbed onto the bed, pushed Vikram to lie back. She straddled his hips, guiding his cock to her entrance. “I want you in me,” she whispered, voice husky, eyes half-lidded with what looked like desire.
Vikram’s mind blanked with triumph. The months of tension, guilt, secret touches, and fantasies all crashed together in that moment. And he needed control. He quickly turned, got up, and pulled her down on her back beneath him.
Her legs parted instinctively, thighs wrapping loosely around his waist. He positioned himself at her entrance again, the tip of his cock nudging her slick folds. She looked up at him, smiling slyly. “This is what I want…”
Befor he enters her..
suddenly—she shouted at the top of her lungs:
“Someone help me! Please! He’s forcing me!”
Vikram shocked, froze mid-thrust. Before he could react, the door burst open—Kaushik and two nearby women (two young women) rushed in
Malavika screamed again, scrambling off him, grabbing the sheet to cover herself. “He broke in! He was molesting me!”
Kaushik grabbed Vikram’s arm, pinning him. The women gasped, one already tied a thread on his hand..
Vikram’s world shattered again. Nude, cock still hard, caught in the act—framed perfectly.
And the worst thing.. Kaushik said Malavika,, dial your boy friend Suresh… Vikram froze.
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