01-03-2026, 10:57 PM
The boys erupted into cheers, their voices overlapping as they egged her on. Only Faiz remained silent, his nails biting crescents into his palms. He watched, sickened, as his mother—*his mother*—tossed the glass aside and reached for Ravi again, her fingers tangling in the chain around his neck.
"Show me," she challenged, her voice smoke-thick.
The chain snapped taut between them, pulling Ravi forward until his breath fanned hot across Ayesha’s lips. For a heartbeat, the room froze—even the music seemed to stutter. Faiz could see the pulse hammering in his mother’s throat, the way her knuckles whitened around the silver links. Then Ravi grinned, slow and knowing, and Ayesha’s grip loosened. Just enough for him to twist free, his hands sliding up her arms as the beat dropped.
"Like this, Aunty," Ravi murmured, guiding her into a roll of his hips that pressed them flush together. The heat of him burned through her petticoat, and Faiz watched, horrified, as his mother’s lashes fluttered—not in protest, but in something dangerously close to surrender. The others whooped, closing in like vultures circling prey. AK’s fingers brushed the small of Ayesha’s back, tracing the damp fabric where her inskirt clung to sweat-slick skin. She arched into the touch with a gasp that wasn’t entirely staged.
Faiz’s chair toppled as he surged forward. "Stop—"
"Show me," she challenged, her voice smoke-thick.
The chain snapped taut between them, pulling Ravi forward until his breath fanned hot across Ayesha’s lips. For a heartbeat, the room froze—even the music seemed to stutter. Faiz could see the pulse hammering in his mother’s throat, the way her knuckles whitened around the silver links. Then Ravi grinned, slow and knowing, and Ayesha’s grip loosened. Just enough for him to twist free, his hands sliding up her arms as the beat dropped.
"Like this, Aunty," Ravi murmured, guiding her into a roll of his hips that pressed them flush together. The heat of him burned through her petticoat, and Faiz watched, horrified, as his mother’s lashes fluttered—not in protest, but in something dangerously close to surrender. The others whooped, closing in like vultures circling prey. AK’s fingers brushed the small of Ayesha’s back, tracing the damp fabric where her inskirt clung to sweat-slick skin. She arched into the touch with a gasp that wasn’t entirely staged.
Faiz’s chair toppled as he surged forward. "Stop—"
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