Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

In Mamta’s Bedroom
Mamta lay on the bed, her body still tingling, still humming with the ghost of his touch.
 
She could still feel his hands on her skin, his lips on her neck, the aching heat of him pressing against her.
 
She had been so close, so close to giving herself to him completely.
 
And then she had stopped him.
 
He stopped.
He actually stopped.
When I asked him to.
 
Tears streamed down her face, hot and relentless.
 
She hugged the pillow, breathing in his scent, letting his absence wash over her in waves of relief and regret.
 
He really does care about me.
 
He really does love me.
 
He could have taken what he wanted.
 
He could have pushed.
 
But he didn't.
 
She pressed her face into the pillow, her body still trembling with the aftermath of her panic.
 
I'll be ready.
Soon.
I'll give myself to him completely.
I owe him that.
 

Outside
Outside, Rohan walked down the quiet street, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, his jaw tight with tension.
 
His body still pulsed with need, still throbbed with unsatisfied desire, and he had to physically restrain himself from turning back.
 
He pulled out his phone, his fingers moving on autopilot as he typed.
 
Rohan: She stopped me.
 
Anjali: What?
 
Rohan: Yes. She said she wasn't ready. I stopped.
 
Anjali: And you didn't push?
 
Rohan: No. I told her I understood. I told her I'd wait.
 
Anjali: You're playing the long game.
 
Rohan: I'm playing the right game. She'll come to me. When she's ready, she'll come to me.
 
Anjali: And when she does?
 
Rohan: Then I'll take everything she has to give. Everything in every possible way. 
 
He pocketed the phone and stood still for a moment, staring up at the darkening sky.
 
The frustration was still there, still burning, but beneath it was a cold, calculated patience.
 
He had waited this long.
 
He could wait a little longer.
 
Soon, Mamta… Very soon…
 
He smiled, a slow, dark curve of his lips, and began walking home.
 
You're going to be mine.
All of you.
Every last piece.
And when you finally give yourself to me, I won't be gentle.
 
He pulled out his phone one more time, looking at the message he had just sent.
 
Then I'll take everything she has to give.
 
He pocketed the phone and drove towards the college. 
 
He knew, Mamta's daughter, Neetu, is there along with his sister. 
 
A smile escaped in his face, he knew what is going to do.