He had to fly to Korea the day after tomorrow for a week to understand the core architecture of their platform before finalizing the Indian rollout. Today, back in Chandigarh, he had to brief his team and lock in the project scope.
Ravi hadn’t told Simran any of this.
He simply said it was a big networking project with a Korean-Indian tech firm.
And Simran, lost in her own whirlwind of secrets, hadn’t asked for more details.
Simran finished her breakfast quietly, her mind still replaying the previous day’s events. Bhola moved around the kitchen efficiently, preparing lunch in advance. The house felt deceptively normal.
But underneath it all, the tension was simmering.
Ravi was at the office, preparing for his Korea trip and the high-stakes project with Meera Kapoor.
Simran was at home, carrying the weight of her growing addiction to Bhola.
And Bhola… was simply doing his job, unaware of how deeply he had already changed the dynamics of the house.
Simran went upstairs after breakfast and lay down on the large bed, staring at the ceiling fan spinning slowly above her. The house was quiet, but her mind was anything but.
What would happen when the inevitable finally happened?
The thought sent a fresh wave of goosebumps racing across her skin. Her stomach fluttered with a strange, nervous heat. She could already imagine it — Bhola’s massive, thick cock pushing inside her, stretching her pussy to its limits, filling her completely. The burn, the fullness, the overwhelming pleasure-pain of taking something so enormous. She had felt how big it was in her mouth, how it had stretched her lips and made her gag. What would it do to her pussy?
She pressed her thighs together tightly, feeling a fresh twitch between her legs.
He ate my pussy like a man possessed yesterday… and I had the biggest, most violent orgasm of my life. And he’s supposed to be a virgin. What will happen when he actually fucks me? When that monster slides all the way inside me?
The image made her bite her lip hard. Bhola was like a delicious, forbidden dish she didn’t want to finish, but she also couldn’t stop craving more. Every time she was near him, her body reacted on its own. She was losing control, and it terrified her.
She couldn’t stay in this house like this. She would go mad if she kept thinking about him all day.
Simran sat up, grabbed her phone, and opened Google Maps. She searched for the nearest gym. A Cult Fit center popped up just a few kilometers away — modern, well-equipped, with good reviews. Perfect.
She called them immediately.
“Hello? Yes, I’d like to know about your monthly subscription plans… timings, classes, everything.”
While she was on the call, discussing packages and class schedules, Bhola quietly entered the room with a glass of warm milk mixed with Jeevdhatu. He placed it gently on the bedside table without interrupting her conversation.
Simran gave him a small, distracted nod of thanks and continued speaking on the phone.
Bhola noticed she hadn’t taken a bath yet. He went to the bathroom, picked up the used clothes, and took them downstairs to the laundry area. Then he prepared a bowl of his special fragrant massage oil — the same blend of sweet almond, ylang-ylang, sandalwood, clary sage, and vanilla he had used before. He brought the bowl back upstairs and waited patiently near the door.
By the time Simran finished her call and hung up, Bhola was standing there with the bowl in his hands.
Simran looked at him, a complex mix of emotions swirling inside her — lingering desire, fresh guilt, and a growing need to create some distance.
The house felt smaller with every passing hour.
And Bhola was still there, ready to serve her in every way she might need.
Simran had just finished her call with the gym when Bhola entered the room again, carrying the bowl of fragrant massage oil. The sweet, warm scent of almond, vanilla, and sandalwood filled the air as he approached the bed.
“Bhabhi… aap let jaiye. Main aapko massage kar deta hoon,”
“Bhabhi… you lie down. I’ll give you a massage.” he said softly, his voice gentle but firm.
Simran shook her head quickly, feeling a rush of shyness.
“Nahi Bhola… abhi nahi. Main thak gayi hoon. Baad mein.”
“No Bhola… not now. I’m tired. Later.”
Bhola didn’t move. He stood there holding the bowl, looking at her with quiet concern.
“Bhabhi… aapke body ko zarurat hai iski. Aapki chuchiyan itni bhari hui rehti hain… doodh se. Massage se blood flow better hoga. Dard kam hoga. Aur aapki hips, thighs, legs — sab tight ho gaye hain. Roz kaam karne se muscles stiff ho jaate hain. Please… let me do it. Aapko comfortable feel hoga.”
“Bhabhi… your body needs this. Your boobs stay so full… with milk. Massage will improve blood flow. The pain will reduce. And your hips, thighs, legs — everything has become tight. Muscles get stiff from working every day. Please… let me do it. You will feel comfortable.”
Simran shifted on the bed, pulling her sundress down over her thighs self-consciously.
“Bhola… mujhe sharam aa rahi hai. Tum already itna karte ho… ab massage bhi?”
“Bhola… I’m feeling shy. You already do so much… now massage too?”
Bhola sat on the edge of the bed, his voice patient and caring.
“Bhabhi… yeh sirf madad hai. Aapki chuchiyan itni sensitive hain… doodh se bhari rehti hain. Massage se woh soft rahengi, crack nahi honge. Aur aapki gaand aur taange — woh bhi bahut soft hain lekin andar se tight. Main dheere dheere karunga. Aapko koi takleef nahi hogi. Trust me.”
“Bhabhi… this is just help. Your boobs are so sensitive… they stay full of milk. Massage will keep them soft, they won’t crack. And your ass and legs — they are very soft but tight from inside. I will do it slowly. You won’t feel any discomfort. Trust me.”
Simran bit her lip, feeling her resistance weakening. The memory of his hands on her body from previous massages made her stomach flutter.
“Phir bhi… abhi nahi. Ravi ghar aane wala hai jaldi.”
“Still… not now. Ravi is about to come home soon.”
Bhola smiled gently.
“Bhabhi… sirf 20 minute. Aap let jaiye. Main aapke toes se shuru karunga. Bahut relaxing hota hai. Aapki body ko rest milega. Aap itni thak gayi ho… please.”
“Bhabhi… just 20 minutes. You lie down. I’ll start from your toes. It’s very relaxing. Your body will get rest. You are so tired… please.”
After a few more minutes of his soft, persistent persuasion — explaining how the oil would help with milk flow, reduce pain in her breasts, loosen her hips and thighs, and prevent any future issues — Simran finally sighed in defeat.
“Theek hai… bas 20 minute. Aur dheere karna.”
“Okay… just 20 minutes. And do it slowly.”
She lay down on her stomach on the bed, still wearing the yellow sundress that ended high on her thighs. Her heart was beating fast. She knew where this could lead, yet a part of her was also waiting for it. Her breathing was already heavier, her nipples hardening against the fabric.
Bhola started slowly, deliberately.
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