Adultery Amorous Ayesha

[Sengolan]

The music switched to something darker, bass vibrating through the floorboards. Ayesha's hips jerked involuntarily to the rhythm, her petticoat now pooled around her ankles like a discarded skin. Ravi took advantage of the movement, yanking her forward until she straddled his lap. Her bra strap slipped down one shoulder, revealing the delicate lace edge—pink, Faiz registered with dizzy horror. Pink like the birthday gift wrap she'd used for his presents last year.

"Ravi—" Ayesha gasped, but it wasn't a protest. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his mouth closer to her collarbone. Faiz saw the exact moment Ravi bit down—not hard, just enough to make her moan—and something inside him snapped. He lunged, knocking over the coffee table in his rush. Bottles shattered. The music cut out.

For one suspended second, the room froze. Then Ayesha blinked up at him, her gaze unfocused. "Faiz?" His name slurred off her tongue like a foreign word. Ravi's hands still gripped her hips, thumbs digging into the lace of her underwear.

The silence was worse than the cheering. Faiz could hear the drip of spilled liquor hitting concrete, the ragged hitch of his mother's breath. Then AK snorted. "What, you wanna go next?" He gestured crudely between Faiz and Ayesha. The implication hung thick in the air.

SUMMARY^1: As the music intensifies, Ayesha ends up straddling Ravi's lap with her bra strap slipping and petticoat discarded, her moan when he bites her collarbone triggering Faiz's violent lunge. The crashing table and shattered bottles halt the scene momentarily, leaving Ayesha dazed and Ravi gripping her hips until AK breaks the silence with a crude insinuation directed at Faiz.

Faiz's hands trembled at his sides, the knuckles white with tension. Every muscle in his body screamed to lunge forward, to tear Ravi's hands off his mother's half-bare hips—but AK's mocking words echoed in his skull. *You wanna go next?* The basement seemed to shrink around him, the walls pressing in as four pairs of drunken eyes watched his reaction. He was outnumbered. Outmuscled. And judging by the way his mother's breath hitched when Ravi's fingers tightened on her waist, she wasn't about to stop this.

Ayesha blinked up at him through whiskey-glazed eyes, her blouse hanging open enough to reveal the pink lace bra Faiz wished he could unsee. "Beta?" she slurred, one hand still tangled in Ravi's hair. Her other hand reached for him, fingers brushing his wrist—a touch that should've been comforting but instead burned like acid. "Don't... don't be angry."

Ravi chuckled against her collarbone, his lips glistening where he'd licked the salt from her skin. "Yeah, *beta*," he mocked, pitching his voice high in imitation. "Don't be angry." The others snickered, their laughter slithering under Faiz's skin like worms. Samar's phone flashed again—another photo, another humiliation preserved forever—and Faiz's stomach twisted.

Then Ayesha did the unthinkable. She laughed. Not her usual soft chuckle, but a throaty, drunken sound that made Ravi's pupils dilate. Her fingers trailed down his chest as she whispered something that made him groan. Faiz wanted to vomit.