11-11-2026, 03:06 PM
Meera sat on the edge of the bed, towel wrapped tightly around her chest, phone propped against a pillow. Navya’s face filled the screen, already grinning.
“You’re still naked?” Navya asked, eyebrows raised. “Tell me the truth, dear. Did you simply forget that clothes exist after the mission?”
Meera let out a short laugh. “Very funny.”
“I’m serious. Wait—you took the train back, right? I booked those tickets. Please tell me you at least wore something for the journey. Or did you travel fully naked and just smile at the ticket collector?”
Meera shook her head, smiling despite herself. “You’re impossible.”
The smile faded after a moment. She looked down at the towel.
“I’m scared, Navya,” she said quietly. “If he ever knows everything… all of it… I don’t think he’ll look at me the same way.”
Navya’s expression softened.
“My barbie, you’re thinking too much. Nobody hates you. Least of all him. Ajay may need time to accept some things—that’s normal. Don’t throw the entire story at him in one night. Give it slowly. Piece by piece. Preferably when you’re already on top of him and he can’t think straight. He won’t mind as much as you believe.”
Meera wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t argue.
Navya’s eyes suddenly narrowed. She leaned closer to her camera.
“Is that a hickey?”
Meera blinked. “What?”
“On your upper breast. Just above the towel. There’s a mark.”
Meera looked down, tugging the towel lower to check. The fabric slipped an inch.
At that exact moment the front door opened.
Meera’s head snapped up. Panic flashed across her face. She tried to grab the towel, but it was already sliding. The soft cotton fell to the floor in a quiet heap.
She stood completely naked in the middle of the living room.
Ajay stepped inside and stopped dead.
He had walked back from the park still half-hard, carefully arranging his shirt so the residual arousal from the hoarding wouldn’t be obvious. The last thing he expected was to find his wife fully nude under the morning light, hair damp, skin still carrying the sheen of her shower.
Both of them froze.
From the phone, still lying on the bed and pointing toward the room, Navya’s voice came through clearly, bright with amusement.
“You shameless woman. Why are you always showing your husband your naked body like this? One day he’ll get bored of the view.”
Meera let out a startled, helpless laugh. She lunged for the phone, ended the call, and only then bent to pick up the towel. She wrapped it around herself again, cheeks flushed, and without looking at Ajay walked straight into the bedroom to get dressed.
Ajay closed the front door slowly behind him.
The flat was quiet once more. The image of her standing naked in the living room stayed with him long after she had disappeared to the bedroom.
“You’re still naked?” Navya asked, eyebrows raised. “Tell me the truth, dear. Did you simply forget that clothes exist after the mission?”
Meera let out a short laugh. “Very funny.”
“I’m serious. Wait—you took the train back, right? I booked those tickets. Please tell me you at least wore something for the journey. Or did you travel fully naked and just smile at the ticket collector?”
Meera shook her head, smiling despite herself. “You’re impossible.”
The smile faded after a moment. She looked down at the towel.
“I’m scared, Navya,” she said quietly. “If he ever knows everything… all of it… I don’t think he’ll look at me the same way.”
Navya’s expression softened.
“My barbie, you’re thinking too much. Nobody hates you. Least of all him. Ajay may need time to accept some things—that’s normal. Don’t throw the entire story at him in one night. Give it slowly. Piece by piece. Preferably when you’re already on top of him and he can’t think straight. He won’t mind as much as you believe.”
Meera wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t argue.
Navya’s eyes suddenly narrowed. She leaned closer to her camera.
“Is that a hickey?”
Meera blinked. “What?”
“On your upper breast. Just above the towel. There’s a mark.”
Meera looked down, tugging the towel lower to check. The fabric slipped an inch.
At that exact moment the front door opened.
Meera’s head snapped up. Panic flashed across her face. She tried to grab the towel, but it was already sliding. The soft cotton fell to the floor in a quiet heap.
She stood completely naked in the middle of the living room.
Ajay stepped inside and stopped dead.
He had walked back from the park still half-hard, carefully arranging his shirt so the residual arousal from the hoarding wouldn’t be obvious. The last thing he expected was to find his wife fully nude under the morning light, hair damp, skin still carrying the sheen of her shower.
Both of them froze.
From the phone, still lying on the bed and pointing toward the room, Navya’s voice came through clearly, bright with amusement.
“You shameless woman. Why are you always showing your husband your naked body like this? One day he’ll get bored of the view.”
Meera let out a startled, helpless laugh. She lunged for the phone, ended the call, and only then bent to pick up the towel. She wrapped it around herself again, cheeks flushed, and without looking at Ajay walked straight into the bedroom to get dressed.
Ajay closed the front door slowly behind him.
The flat was quiet once more. The image of her standing naked in the living room stayed with him long after she had disappeared to the bedroom.
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