The distant thunder rumbled again, far away on the horizon, like a warning she was choosing to ignore.
Simran was still sitting on the balcony chair, legs stretched out, the cool night breeze brushing over her skin, when her phone lit up and started ringing.
It was Ravi.
She took a deep breath, forced a soft smile onto her face, and answered.
“Hello, Ravi,” she said warmly, trying to sound normal.
“Hey, baby,” Ravi’s voice came through, sounding tired but happy. “I’ve been trying to call since I landed. How are you? Everything okay there?”
Simran leaned back in the chair, looking out at the dark garden.
“I’m fine… just sitting on the balcony. The rain finally stopped, but it’s still a bit chilly.
How was your day? How did the project meeting go?”
Ravi let out a long, satisfied sigh.
“It went really well, actually. This is a very huge company, Simran. They have offices in almost every major city and their gaming and digital magazine platforms are massive. The team I met today was impressed with our AI integration ideas. They want to move fast; we’re talking about a potential multi-year contract here. I spent the whole day in back-to-back meetings. It was exhausting but exciting.”
Simran smiled, genuinely happy for him.
“That sounds amazing. I’m so proud of you. Did you get a chance to meet Jasleen and Rajiv yet?”
Ravi chuckled softly.
“Not yet. My flight was in the evening, so I didn’t get any free time today. But tomorrow I should have a few hours in the afternoon. I’ll try to meet them then. I don’t want them to feel bad that I came to Bangalore and didn’t see them.”
Simran nodded even though he couldn’t see her.
“Yes, please do. They’ll be really happy to see you. So… did you have dinner? What did you eat?”
“I had something light at the hotel; just some dal, rice, and roti. Nothing special. How about you? Did you eat properly? I know you skip meals when I’m not around.”
Simran laughed lightly, hiding the truth.
“I had some snacks with Preeti earlier. She came over in the evening. We sat and talked for a long time. It was nice. I’m not very hungry now, so I think I’ll just go to sleep soon.”
Ravi’s voice softened.
“Preeti came? That’s good. You must have had a nice time catching up. Okay, baby, you rest. I’ll call you tomorrow morning before my meeting. Love you.”
“Love you too,” Simran replied, her voice warm but carrying a slight edge of guilt.
“Come back soon.”
She ended the call and let the phone rest in her lap for a moment. The conversation had been normal, loving, exactly like any other night when Ravi was away. Yet inside her chest, everything felt completely different now.
Simran stayed on the balcony for a long time after the call with Ravi ended. The cool night air brushed against her skin, carrying the fresh scent of rain-soaked earth from the garden below. She finished her drink slowly, the ice clinking softly in the glass as her mind replayed everything; Bhola’s thick cock in her mouth, the taste of his cum, Preeti’s shocking proposal, the weight of all the secrets she was carrying.
She felt exhausted. Overwhelmed. The thoughts were too heavy, too fast, too dangerous. She couldn’t process them anymore tonight.
Enough, she thought. I need to sleep. Tomorrow I’ll think clearly.
She stood up, left the empty glass on the table, and walked back inside. She changed into her comfortable nightwear; a soft, oversized T-shirt and loose shorts; and slipped under the covers. The moment her head touched the pillow, exhaustion pulled her under. She fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, her body finally demanding rest after the emotional and physical intensity of the day.
Downstairs in his small room, Bhola also went to bed early. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, thinking about Simran. He had expected her to call him for milking before she slept, but she hadn’t. He felt a small pang of disappointment, but quickly pushed it away.
She must be tired, he thought. She’ll call me tomorrow if she needs me.
He turned onto his side and fell asleep quickly, his mind peaceful and simple as always.
Simran woke up the next day feeling restless. The events of yesterday refused to leave her mind. Preeti’s words kept echoing; the suggestion, the casual way she had spoken about using Bhola, the way it had planted dangerous seeds in Simran’s already confused head.
She couldn’t sit with it alone anymore.
After a quick breakfast, she told Bhola she was going out for some work. She changed into a simple yet elegant salwar kameez, grabbed her car keys, and drove straight to Preeti’s chamber.
Preeti was surprised but happy when Simran walked into her consultation room unannounced. She stood up from her desk with a warm smile.
“Simran? Everything alright? You look like you haven’t slept properly.”
Simran gave a tired smile and sat down on the chair opposite her.
“I need to talk. Do you have any drink here?”
Preeti laughed softly, raising an eyebrow.
“Babe, it’s 10 in the morning and we’re sitting in my chamber. What’s going on with you?”
Simran leaned back, rubbing her temple.
“Nothing… I’m just a hell lot confused with my life right now.”
Preeti studied her friend for a moment, then nodded understandingly.
“Okay, fine. I don’t have any OPD today luckily. Let’s go to The Guzzlers; that famous pub nearby. We can talk properly there.”
Simran agreed immediately. They drove together in Simran’s car. The drive was quiet and uneventful, both of them lost in their own thoughts as the city passed by.
The pub was dimly lit and almost empty at this hour. They chose a quiet corner booth. After ordering two gin and tonics, they settled in.
Simran took a sip and looked at Preeti.
“Do you remember what you said last night?”
Preeti took a slow sip, then nodded.
“Yes.”
Simran stared at her drink for a second before continuing.
“Do you know how absurd it is?”
Preeti gave a small smile.
“Yes.”
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