Adultery Noida wife's descent into Quicksand ( New Novel)

[SilverArrow]

Raju held the black silk blindfold in his hand and looked at everyone. The room was quiet, but the air felt thick with anticipation.
He cleared his throat softly and said,
“So… shall we start?”

Monica stood beside the dining table, her fingers lightly touching the edge of the white bedsheet. She looked nervous but didn’t say anything yet.

Bheem glanced at Rakesh, who was still sitting in the chair, half-drunk and quiet.
“Let’s blindfold Rakesh first,” Bheem said calmly.
 “Then Monica can lie down.”
Raju nodded and walked over to Rakesh. He stood in front of him and spoke in a gentle voice.
“Rakesh bhai… time to put this on. You okay?”
Rakesh blinked slowly, his eyes glassy from all the whisky. 

" Yea... wait...wait… I need to pee first.”

The room went quiet for a second. Then Bheem, Raju, Ustad, and Sonu all looked at each other. A few smirks appeared on their faces.

Sonu let out a small laugh and said,
“Arre yaar, now? Right before we start?”

Ustad shook his head with a smile and muttered,
“Typical Rakesh bhai…”

Rakesh frowned  and mumbled again,
“No yaar… seriously… I need to go.”

Bheem stepped closer to him. His voice was calm but carried a playful edge as he said,
“Rakesh bhai, you should have gone earlier. Now sit quietly. The game is about to start. Control yourself.”

Rakesh shifted uncomfortably again as Bheem this time took the black cloth and tied it tight around his eyes...,

“This blindfold is too tight… it’s hurting my head.”
Bheem’s tone turned slightly sharper

“Stop complaining. It's meant to be tight .. If it’s too tight, that’s your problem. Now sit straight and you will get used to this buddy”

Rakesh went quiet after that, though he still looked uncomfortable.
Monica, who had been watching everything from the side, let out a small nervous laugh and said,
“Poor Rakesh… already struggling and we haven’t even started.”
Raju turned to her and asked softly,He mumbled,
“Monica ,now you!!" 

Monica watched quietly from the side. She could feel her heart beating faster. The reality of what was about to happen was slowly sinking in.

Monica looked at the long dining table covered in the white bedsheet. She hesitated for a moment, then asked in a small voice,
“Right now? Like… just lie down?”
Bheem gave her a small, reassuring smile.
“Yes. Whenever you’re ready. Take your time.”
Monica took a slow breath. She walked to the side of the table and placed both hands on it. The white sheet felt smooth under her fingers. She looked at the four men, then at her blindfolded husband sitting just a few feet away.
She let out a small, nervous laugh and said,
“This feels… really strange. I’m actually doing this.”
Raju replied calmly,
“You can still change your mind if you want. No pressure.”
Monica shook her head lightly.
“No… I’m okay. Just… give me a second.”
She slowly climbed onto the dining table. The white bedsheet felt cool against her skin as she lay down on her back. Her red dress rode up slightly on her thighs as she adjusted herself. She kept her arms by her sides at first, then slowly rested them above her head, 

The table was long enough that her head was near one end and her feet near the other. The four men stood around her — two on each side.
Monica looked up at the ceiling and whispered,
“Bheem, don't tell me we are actually playing this!!!”
Bheem spoke from beside the table, his voice low and steady.
“You will be fine. Just relax.”
Raju adjusted the blindfold on Rakesh one more time and asked him,
“Rakesh bhai, can you hear us properly?”
Rakesh nodded slowly from his chair.
“Yeah… I can hear everything.”
Monica turned her head slightly toward her husband’s voice, even though she knew he couldn’t see her. She felt a strange mix of nervousness and excitement.
Ustad looked at her and asked gently,
“Monica, are you comfortable? The table is not too hard?”
Monica gave a small nod.
“It’s okay… the bedsheet is soft. I’m fine.”
Sonu picked up the marker and stood near the whiteboard.
“Should I write the first round now?” he asked.
Bheem shook his head.
“Not yet. Let’s give her a minute.”
The room fell into a soft silence. Monica lay on the table, breathing slowly. The four men stood around her, waiting. Rakesh sat blindfolded in his chair, listening to every small sound.
Monica closed her eyes for a moment and whispered to herself,
“This is crazy…”