[Steel]

Sharath was speechless with a sort of weak, helpless rage. His eyes flicked down and then away again to see that Rakesh's cock had started to grow.

"She liked you a lot more than me..." continued Rakesh in a taunting voice, "and where did that affection get you? Clapping and smiling like a good little boy while she married a bigger, better man."

"That's right," said Sharath, trying to regain his footing while Rakesh seemed determined to trample over him verbally. "She's married. That's awful. How could you?"

Rakesh gave him a blank look, and slapped his knee as if Sharath had just made the funniest joke in the world. "What's this supposed to be, a pathetic attempt at disapproval? Or are you seriously curious about how I go about it?" he asked, his voice taking on a sarcastically upbeat, mocking tempo. He suddenly leaned forward, getting uncomfortably close.

"It was easy... Laila was doing this yoga class at her local community center, and anyone was welcome to join. So I did. And do you think that I spent my time sucking up to her and trying to make her like me?"

Rakesh's eyes seemed to almost glow with wicked delight in the dim, steamy room. "Of course fucking not. I pissed her off every chance I got. I fucked my way through every married milf in her class. I made myself an irritating, unforgettable nuisance while showing off my dominant nature every chance I got. She hated me worse and worse every day. And with all that tension and frustration in her mind... while her body absorbed all the signs of a powerful, virile male... Well, tension needs relief at some point. She snapped, just the way I wanted her to. Performing complex asanas together. Our hands all over each other. Letting her sample my Cobra rise. Aligning our chakras to fill her sacred inner space. I could go on all day, I've got tons of them. That's the difference between you and me, pussy. You jerk off and cry and worry about how bad you want a girl, then watch another guy take her away from you... And I see that same hot piece of ass, I make a plan, and I get that fucking pussy. Simple as that. Anyway, mission fucking accomplished"

"Her husband... You broke up a happy marriage," said Sharath, suddenly aware of an erection pressing against the front of his robe. G0d, he was glad now that he hadn't removed it.

"Did I?" asked Rakesh, raising an eyebrow with a cocky grin. "I still see a mangalsutra on her, don't you? She wasn't just bullshitting when she talked about her and Puneet."

Sharath shook his head, unable to understand what Rakesh meant. "But... if you and Laila are... Then why are they still together?"

"Well, buddy," said Rakesh with a chuckle, laying his head back on the bench above and closing his eyes, luxuriating in the infernal heat, "I would tell you alllll about what happens to inferior men after I claim their wives... but I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise."

Sharath stared at him questioningly, but it seemed like Rakesh was done talking.

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?