05-06-2026, 10:12 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-06-2026, 02:47 PM by SilverArrow. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
They finished the desserts and continued drinking until everyone felt properly tipsy. Even Monica felt drunk but strangely alive. The whisky was strong.
Bheem placed his empty glass on the table and looked at Monica and Rakesh with a calm, steady expression.
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“Monica… Rakesh bhai… The real surprise we planned for tonight is finally here.”
Monica tilted her head, a playful smile still on her lips.
“Oh? Finally? I was wondering when you boys were going to stop teasing and actually do something.”
Bheem gave a small nod.
“It’s a game. We’ve planned it carefully. Something different. Something exciting.”
Monica looked at him eagerly.
“Yea, so tell me more na!!”
Bheem leaned back slightly, his voice calm and measured.
“It’s called Blindfolded Taste & Touch Test. And it has a very interesting twist.”
He paused, looking directly at both of them.
“Rakesh will sit on that single chair and get blindfolded. You, Monica, will lie down on the dining table or bedroom wherever comfortable. All four of us will also be blindfolded when it’s our turn. Like if Ustad bhai goes first, he will be blindfolded!”
Monica’s eyes widened.
“And do what?”
Bheem continued patiently.
“Wait… let me explain you properly. You will lie down on the dining table, Monica. We will put different things on your body — chocolate sauce, honey, whipped cream, an ice cube, or a small piece of fruit… anything we have in the kitchen. The blindfolded guy will have to search and identify that thing either by sniffing, licking, or however he can.”
He looked at Rakesh.
“Now, by hearing Monica’s breathing and moans, if Rakesh is able to guess who is the guy touching or licking her, he gets ₹2000 instantly. If he fails to guess correctly, then Rakesh gives us ₹2000. Simple.”
Monica’s playful smile froze. Her eyes widened and she let out a small, shocked laugh.
“Wait… what? Rakesh has to guess who’s licking me? You’re joking, right?”
Ustad raised his hand gently.
“Monica, don’t interrupt. Let us explain the whole game properly first.”
Monica bit her lower lip and nodded.
Bheem continued.
“There are two rounds. In the first round, we put different things on your body like I already mentioned. In the second round, we hide a small key or a coin somewhere on your body. During this round, you are allowed to move and tease us however you like. That’s the complete structure.”
The room fell into heavy silence.
Monica stared at them, her cheeks turning pink.
“You boys are actually serious about this? Rakesh sitting there blindfolded while all of you… and there’s money on who’s doing what? This is not a normal game at all, dude!”
Rakesh, drunk and half-asleep, suddenly sat up.
“This… this doesn’t sound right… Ustad, it’s too complicated… let’s play something simple yaar?”
Ustad looked at him calmly.
“Rakesh bhai, you’ve had too much to drink. Just listen for now.”
Rakesh tried again, slurring, “Ustad saab, this is very complicated… plus Monica lying on the table… I mean…”
Bheem’s voice suddenly turned sharp.
“Rakesh bhai, will you just allow us to explain everything and please listen properly? I am telling you one last time.”
The sudden firmness in Bheem’s voice made everyone go quiet, especially Rakesh.
Monica’s heart was beating faster. The whisky was buzzing in her system, and she could feel the heat spreading through her body.
“You really planned all this… every single detail. Even the money part. I don’t even know what to say right now.”
Bheem spoke again, calm but authoritative.
“Before we go any further, there’s one very important rule. All phones stay outside this room. No recording. No photos. No videos. Nothing at all. What happens in this room tonight… stays in this room. That’s non-negotiable.”
Monica looked at him, surprised but listening.
Bheem added with quiet authority, “We’re not doing anything that can be used against anyone later. This stays completely private between the five of us. If that’s not okay with you, just say so. No pressure.”
Monica hesitated, then shook her head lightly.
“No… I trust you guys. I know you won’t do anything stupid or record anything. I trust you.”
The four men turned and looked at Rakesh. He gave a slow, reluctant nod.
Bheem smiled softly.
“Good. Now, the real reason we planned this game is because there is honestly no other game that comes close to this kind of thrill. The blindfolds, the guessing, the money on the line — it creates a kind of excitement that’s very rare. We could play dumb charades… but that would be boring.”
Monica let out a breathy laugh.
“Ewww… I am half drunk and dumb charades? No fucking way!! But this blindfold game… It’s actually kind of crazy. I’ve never heard of anything like this.”
Bheem leaned forward, his voice warm but firm.
“Monica, we’re not forcing anything. This only works if everyone is comfortable. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or don’t like something, just say no. We stop immediately. No questions asked.”
Ustad added seriously,
“Another important point — if we are playing this, we have to play it really seriously. No jokes. No immaturity. No fooling around. When money is involved, we have to be very strict with the rules. So one last time — are we all serious about this?”
Sonu, Raju, and Bheem nodded firmly.
Monica stayed quiet for a long moment. Her breathing had become slightly faster, heavier. The initial shock was slowly turning into nervous excitement.
She glanced at her drunk husband, then back at the four men.
“Wait… tell me the rules once more. I want to hear everything again properly.”
Bheem nodded.
“Yes. You need to understand the rules properly so there is no dispute later.”
Raju repeated the entire game slowly and clearly — the setup on the dining table, the two rounds, the blindfolds, the guessing twist with the ₹2000 stakes, the strict no-recording rule, and the promise of serious, respectful play.
When he finished, Monica remained quiet for almost a full minute. She looked at her barely conscious husband, then back at the four men.
A small, shy, yet undeniably excited smile appeared on her lips.
“You boys are completely insane…” she whispered.
She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling visibly under the tiny red dress.
“…But fine. Let’s play.”
Raju picked up the black silk blindfold from the side table with a satisfied smile.
“Good. Then we begin.”
Bheem placed his empty glass on the table and looked at Monica and Rakesh with a calm, steady expression.
“Monica… Rakesh bhai… The real surprise we planned for tonight is finally here.”
Monica tilted her head, a playful smile still on her lips.
“Oh? Finally? I was wondering when you boys were going to stop teasing and actually do something.”
Bheem gave a small nod.
“It’s a game. We’ve planned it carefully. Something different. Something exciting.”
Monica looked at him eagerly.
“Yea, so tell me more na!!”
Bheem leaned back slightly, his voice calm and measured.
“It’s called Blindfolded Taste & Touch Test. And it has a very interesting twist.”
He paused, looking directly at both of them.
“Rakesh will sit on that single chair and get blindfolded. You, Monica, will lie down on the dining table or bedroom wherever comfortable. All four of us will also be blindfolded when it’s our turn. Like if Ustad bhai goes first, he will be blindfolded!”
Monica’s eyes widened.
“And do what?”
Bheem continued patiently.
“Wait… let me explain you properly. You will lie down on the dining table, Monica. We will put different things on your body — chocolate sauce, honey, whipped cream, an ice cube, or a small piece of fruit… anything we have in the kitchen. The blindfolded guy will have to search and identify that thing either by sniffing, licking, or however he can.”
He looked at Rakesh.
“Now, by hearing Monica’s breathing and moans, if Rakesh is able to guess who is the guy touching or licking her, he gets ₹2000 instantly. If he fails to guess correctly, then Rakesh gives us ₹2000. Simple.”
Monica’s playful smile froze. Her eyes widened and she let out a small, shocked laugh.
“Wait… what? Rakesh has to guess who’s licking me? You’re joking, right?”
Ustad raised his hand gently.
“Monica, don’t interrupt. Let us explain the whole game properly first.”
Monica bit her lower lip and nodded.
Bheem continued.
“There are two rounds. In the first round, we put different things on your body like I already mentioned. In the second round, we hide a small key or a coin somewhere on your body. During this round, you are allowed to move and tease us however you like. That’s the complete structure.”
The room fell into heavy silence.
Monica stared at them, her cheeks turning pink.
“You boys are actually serious about this? Rakesh sitting there blindfolded while all of you… and there’s money on who’s doing what? This is not a normal game at all, dude!”
Rakesh, drunk and half-asleep, suddenly sat up.
“This… this doesn’t sound right… Ustad, it’s too complicated… let’s play something simple yaar?”
Ustad looked at him calmly.
“Rakesh bhai, you’ve had too much to drink. Just listen for now.”
Rakesh tried again, slurring, “Ustad saab, this is very complicated… plus Monica lying on the table… I mean…”
Bheem’s voice suddenly turned sharp.
“Rakesh bhai, will you just allow us to explain everything and please listen properly? I am telling you one last time.”
The sudden firmness in Bheem’s voice made everyone go quiet, especially Rakesh.
Monica’s heart was beating faster. The whisky was buzzing in her system, and she could feel the heat spreading through her body.
“You really planned all this… every single detail. Even the money part. I don’t even know what to say right now.”
Bheem spoke again, calm but authoritative.
“Before we go any further, there’s one very important rule. All phones stay outside this room. No recording. No photos. No videos. Nothing at all. What happens in this room tonight… stays in this room. That’s non-negotiable.”
Monica looked at him, surprised but listening.
Bheem added with quiet authority, “We’re not doing anything that can be used against anyone later. This stays completely private between the five of us. If that’s not okay with you, just say so. No pressure.”
Monica hesitated, then shook her head lightly.
“No… I trust you guys. I know you won’t do anything stupid or record anything. I trust you.”
The four men turned and looked at Rakesh. He gave a slow, reluctant nod.
Bheem smiled softly.
“Good. Now, the real reason we planned this game is because there is honestly no other game that comes close to this kind of thrill. The blindfolds, the guessing, the money on the line — it creates a kind of excitement that’s very rare. We could play dumb charades… but that would be boring.”
Monica let out a breathy laugh.
“Ewww… I am half drunk and dumb charades? No fucking way!! But this blindfold game… It’s actually kind of crazy. I’ve never heard of anything like this.”
Bheem leaned forward, his voice warm but firm.
“Monica, we’re not forcing anything. This only works if everyone is comfortable. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or don’t like something, just say no. We stop immediately. No questions asked.”
Ustad added seriously,
“Another important point — if we are playing this, we have to play it really seriously. No jokes. No immaturity. No fooling around. When money is involved, we have to be very strict with the rules. So one last time — are we all serious about this?”
Sonu, Raju, and Bheem nodded firmly.
Monica stayed quiet for a long moment. Her breathing had become slightly faster, heavier. The initial shock was slowly turning into nervous excitement.
She glanced at her drunk husband, then back at the four men.
“Wait… tell me the rules once more. I want to hear everything again properly.”
Bheem nodded.
“Yes. You need to understand the rules properly so there is no dispute later.”
Raju repeated the entire game slowly and clearly — the setup on the dining table, the two rounds, the blindfolds, the guessing twist with the ₹2000 stakes, the strict no-recording rule, and the promise of serious, respectful play.
When he finished, Monica remained quiet for almost a full minute. She looked at her barely conscious husband, then back at the four men.
A small, shy, yet undeniably excited smile appeared on her lips.
“You boys are completely insane…” she whispered.
She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling visibly under the tiny red dress.
“…But fine. Let’s play.”
Raju picked up the black silk blindfold from the side table with a satisfied smile.
“Good. Then we begin.”
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