RAKSHITA'S CHOICE

[sominoru]

Rakshita entered into a shopping mall, Nandu followed behind her like an eager puppy. She flashed him a sweet smile over her shoulder as she headed straight towards the clothing section.

"What do you think of this one?" she asked, holding up a bright red dress with a deep v cut.



Nandu's eyes widened. "It's... wow," he stammered.

Rakshita giggled and disappeared into a fitting room. When she emerged, the dress clung to her curves like a second skin. She moved slowly, giving Nandu a full view.

"How do I look?" she whispered in Nandu's ear.

Nandu swallowed hard, his face tightened up. "You look amazing," he managed to say.

Pleased with his reaction, Rakshita smiled and went back to the fitting room. She tried on several more outfits, each one more revealing than the last. A crop top that exposed her belly button. A miniskirt that barely covered her thighs. A low-cut blouse that showcased her cleavage. With each new outfit, she made sure to pose for Nandu, enjoying his increasingly nervous responses.

"Can you help me with the heels?" 


"Of course," Nandu replied eagerly, his voice cracking slightly. He knelt down in front of Rakshita, who was sitting on a purple high rise chair. She extended one long, shapely leg towards him, her foot bare and delicate.

Nandu's hands trembled as he gently grasped her ankle, sliding the straps of the heels onto her foot. He fumbled with the tiny buckle, his fingers brushing against her soft skin. Rakshita let out a deep breath, causing Nandu to look up at her. From his position on the floor, he had a clear view up her short skirt. He quickly averted his eyes, his cheeks burning.

"The other one too," Rakshita murmured, extending her other foot.

Nandu repeated the process, acutely aware of Rakshita's gaze on him as he carefully fastened the second heel. His fingers lingered perhaps a moment too long on her ankle.

"There," he said softly, looking up at her. "All done."

Rakshita smiled and stood, towering over him in the sky-high stilettos. She took a few steps, her hips swaying. "How do they look?" she asked, turning to model the shoes.

"Beautiful," Nandu breathed, still kneeling on the floor. "I mean, they look beautiful. On you."

Rakshita laughed lightly. "You're so sweet, Nandu. Such a gentleman." She offered her hand to help him up.

"Can you tighten my bra.."


Nandu's eyes widened in surprise. "I... uh..." he stammered, clearly flustered by her request.

Rakshita turned her back to him and swept her long hair over one shoulder, exposing the clasp of her bra. "Please?" she asked softly. "It feels a bit loose."

With shaking hands, Nandu reached out and grasped the delicate fabric. He fumbled with the hooks for a moment before managing to tighten them. His fingers brushed against her smooth skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Is that better?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Rakshita turned back to face him, a cunning smile playing on her lips. She adjusted her top, her movements drawing attention to her newly exposed cleavage. "Much better," she purred. "What do you think? Does it look alright now?"

Nandu's gaze flickered downward involuntarily before snapping back up to her face, his cheeks flushed. "It looks... fine," he managed to say, his voice strained.

Rakshita stepped closer, invading his personal space. "Just fine?" she asked teasingly. She reached out and straightened his collar, her fingers lingering. "You've been so helpful today, Nandu. I really appreciate it."

Nandu swallowed hard, acutely aware of her proximity. "It's no problem," he said weakly. "I'm happy to help."

Rakshita casually strolled into the medical section, Nandu still following close behind. She stopped abruptly in front of the family planning section, causing Nandu to nearly bump into her.

"Oh, I almost forgot," she said lightly, reaching for a box of condoms. "Chandu wants these."

Nandu's face fell slightly at the mention of her boyfriend.

Rakshita examined the box, then glanced at Nandu with a mischievous glint in her eye. "We go through these so quickly," she said. "Chandu is an animal, you know?"

She laughed at Nandu's shocked expression. "Sorry, was that too much information?" she asked innocently, dropping the box into her shopping basket.


Rakshita leaned in close to Nandu, lowering her voice. "You wouldn't believe some of the things he does," she murmured. "Just last night, he had me bent over the kitchen counter. He was so rough, I could barely walk straight this morning."

She smiled at Nandu's increasingly shy facial expression. "And don't even get me started on what we did in the shower this morning. Let's just say I'm very, very flexible."

Nandu shifted uncomfortably, his face bright red. "That's...great," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

Rakshita continued, seemingly unaware of his discomfort. "Chandu just knows exactly how to touch me, you know? The things he can do with his tongue..." She sighed dramatically. "Absolute magic."

As they reached Rakshita's apartment building, she turned to Nandu with a bright smile. "Thanks so much for coming shopping with me today," she said sweetly. "You're such a good friend."

Before Nandu could respond, Rakshita pulled him into a tight hug. He inhaled her perfume, acutely aware of her body pressed against his. The hug lasted a few seconds longer than strictly necessary before Rakshita pulled away.

"See you in the office tomorrow!" 

Once inside her apartment, Rakshita found Chandu relaxing on the couch. She sat down next to him with a giggle.

"How was your shopping trip?" Chandu asked with a knowing smile.

Rakshita burst out laughing. "Nandu was so patient. He is such a nice guy!"

"Unlike you Mr! You are so selfish! You can't even spend time with me to buy new clothes"

The next day at the office, Rakshita approached Nandu's desk with an excited look in her eye. "Nandu! Guess what? I got an invite to audition for a movie role. Can you pick me up and drop me home?"

Nandu hesitated, but Rakshita's enthusiasm was infectious. "Sure, why not?" he agreed.

At the audition, Rakshita was welcomed in first to read the dialogues for the lead role. She emerged beaming after 15 mins. "They loved me!" she said excitedly. 

As they were about to leave the director noticed Nandu and asked him to audition for the role of a constable. 

Nandu nervously entered the room. The director had him act out a scene where he had to salute the inspector of security officer. 

"Stand up straight!," Rakshita commanded from the side. "A constable should do the salute properly!"

Nandu stood at attention and gave a proper salute, feeling deeply uncomfortable. 

"Now say the dialogues," she ordered.

Nandu hesitated, looking questioningly at the director.

"Do it," the director urged. "Really get into character."

Rakshita smirked, clearly enjoying his discomfort.

"That's a wrap," the director called. "We'll be in touch about callbacks."

When Nandu dropped off Rakshita at her home Chandu was waiting for the both of them.

Rakshita hugged Chandu and gave him a very passionate kiss. Nandu felt uncomfortable and turned around to leave. 

Then he felt Chandu's hand on his shoulders. 

"Come inside! We need to talk!", Chandu said with an expressionless face.

[Gandhi krishna]

Good start

[sri7869]

Nice start

[sominoru]

As they settled onto the sofa, Chandu cracked open three cold beers and passed them around. Rakshita nestled close to Chandu, but her eyes lingered on Nandu.

"So, Nandu," Chandu began with a smirk, "did you have fun being Rakshita's personal shopping assistant today?"

Nandu felt his cheeks flush. "Oh, you know, just helping out a friend."

Rakshita giggled, leaning forward. "He was so sweet, carrying all my bags. Such a gentleman."

"I bet he is," Chandu said, his tone playful but with an edge. "Always so eager to please, aren't you, Nandu?"

Nandu took a long swig of his beer, unsure how to respond. Rakshita seized the moment, placing her hand on Nandu's knee. "You know, Nandu, I really appreciate everything you do for me," she purred, her voice low and sultry.

Nandu's eyes widened, darting between Rakshita's hand and Chandu's face. Chandu merely raised an eyebrow, seeming more amused than upset.

"I... it's no problem," Nandu stammered, his palms sweating around the cold beer bottle.

Chandu chuckled, slinging an arm around Rakshita's shoulders. "Oh come on, Nandu. We all know why you're always so eager to help. Why don't you just admit it?"

Rakshita leaned into Chandu but kept her hand on Nandu's knee. "Yes, Nandu," she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Tell us how you really feel."

Nandu felt trapped, his heart pounding. He took another gulp of beer to buy time. "I... I just enjoy spending time with Rakshita. She's a good friend."

Chandu snorted. "A 'good friend,' huh? Is that why you stare at her like a lovesick puppy?"

Rakshita giggled, giving Nandu's knee a squeeze. "Aww, don't be mean, Chandu. I think it's sweet."

Nandu's face burned. He wanted to disappear into the couch. "Look, I'm sorry if I've made anyone uncomfortable. Maybe I should go..."

"No, don't go!" Rakshita said, pouting. She leaned closer to Nandu, her perfume intoxicating. "We're just having a little fun. Right,Chandu?"

Chandu nodded, a sly grin on his face. "Of course. Stay, Nandu. The night's just getting interesting."

Nandu shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of Rakshita's hand still on his knee. He took another long drink of beer, hoping it would calm his nerves.

Rakshita turned to face Nandu more fully, her eyes locked on his. "So tell me, Nandu," she said, her voice a silky whisper, "what is it about me that you like so much?"

Nandu's mouth went dry. He glanced at Chandu, who was watching the exchange with an amused smirk. "I... uh... you're just... you're kind, and..."

"And?" Rakshita prompted, leaning even closer.

"And...

"And... intelligent," Nandu finished lamely, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel the heat radiating from Rakshita's body, her face mere inches from his.

Chandu chuckled, taking a swig of his beer. "Oh, come on, Nandu. You can do better than that. Tell her how you really feel."

Rakshita's fingers traced small circles on Nandu's knee. "Yes, Nandu," she breathed, her eyes never leaving his. "Tell me everything."

Nandu swallowed hard, his mind reeling. He knew he should leave, but Rakshita's touch and gaze held him captive. "I... I think about you all the time," he admitted, the words tumbling out. "You're all I want, but I know I can't have you."

Rakshita's eyes sparkled with satisfaction. She glanced at Chandu, who nodded almost imperceptibly.

"And what if you could have me, Nandu?" Rakshita whispered, her lips nearly brushing his ear. "What would you do?"

Nandu's breath caught in his throat. He looked at Chandu, expecting anger, but saw only curiosity and something else he couldn't quite identify.

"I... I don't understand," Nandu stammered. "Chandu, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

Chandu waved his hand dismissively. "Don't apologize. We're all adults here. Why don't you answer Rakshita's question?"

Nandu's head spun, partly from the beer and partly from the surreal situation. "If I could have you?" he repeated, looking into Rakshita's eyes.

Nandu's voice trembled as he continued, "If I could have you, I'd... I'd worship you. I'd do anything to make you happy."

Rakshita's eyes gleamed. She turned to Chandu, an unspoken question in her gaze. He nodded, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Anything?" Rakshita purred, turning back to Nandu. Her hand slid up his thigh. "That's quite an offer."

Nandu's breath quickened. He glanced nervously at Chandu, who seemed oddly calm. "I don't... I'm not sure what's happening here," Nandu stammered.

Chandu leaned forward, his eyes intense. "What's happening, Nandu, is that we're giving you a chance. A chance to live out your fantasies." 

Rakshita nodded, her fingers tracing higher up Nandu's thigh. "That's right," she murmured. "We've seen how you look at me, how eager you are to please. And we've decided... why not satisfy those desires?"

Nandu's head was spinning. He looked between Rakshita and Chandu, as if he was searching for something. But their expressions were serious, expectant.

"You mean...?" Nandu trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

Chandu nodded. "Nandu! You can stay here for the night. Just the two of you. Together."

Rakshita leaned in, her lips brushing Nandu's ear. "What do you say? Ready to worship me like you've always dreamed?"

Nandu's heart pounded. 

“When was the last time you had sex?”

Nandu's eyes widened in shock at Rakshita's blunt question. He sputtered, nearly choking on his beer. "I... what? No, I've never..."

Rakshita's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Never? Oh, you poor thing. We'll have to fix that, won't we?"

Chandu chuckled, taking another swig of beer. "Easy there, babe. Don't scare him off just yet."

Nandu's head was spinning. This couldn't be happening. He looked between Rakshita and Chandu in confusion.

"I don't understand," Nandu said quietly. "Why are you doing this?"

Rakshita's hand squeezed his thigh gently. "Because we want to, Nandu. Because we've seen how devoted you are, how much you care. We think you deserve a reward."

Chandu nodded in agreement. "Consider it a thank you for all your help. No strings attached."

Nandu's mouth went dry. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "But... but you're together. I don't want to come between you."

Rakshita laughed softly. "Oh Nandu, you're not coming between us. We both want this." She leaned in close, her breath hot on his ear. "I want you."

Nandu felt dizzy with desire and disbelief. His eyes met Chandu's, silently asking for permission, for confirmation this was real.

Chandu gave a small nod. "It's okay, man. Enjoy yourself. God knows you've earned it."

Rakshita's hand slid higher up Nandu's thigh as she leaned in close, her lips nearly touching his. "So what do you say, Nandu? Ready to make your fantasies come true?"

Nandu's breath caught in his throat. He looked from Rakshita's smoldering gaze to Chandu's encouraging nod. His mind raced, torn between his burning desire and his lingering doubts. 

"I... I don't know," he stammered. "This is all happening so fast."

Rakshita pouted playfully. "Oh come on, don't tell me you haven't imagined this moment a thousand times."

Chandu chuckled. "It's okay to want it, man. We're all adults here."

Nandu took a shaky breath, his resolve crumbling under Rakshita's touch and gaze. "

Chandu suddenly hugged Rakshita very tightly. 

Nandu watched in stunned silence as Chandu and Rakshita kissed passionately, their bodies intertwined. His mind reeled, unsure how to process the abrupt shift in the room's energy. 

After several long moments, Rakshita broke away from Chandu, her lips swollen and eyes dark with desire. She turned back to Nandu with a sultry smile.

"See something you like?" she purred.

Nandu swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. "I... I don't know what to say."

Chandu grinned, his arm still wrapped possessively around Rakshita's waist. "You don't have to say anything. Just enjoy the show."

Rakshita giggled, leaning back against Chandu's chest. Her gaze never left Nandu as she spoke. 

“Nandu, how come you never had a girlfriend?”

She could feel Chandu kissing her neck, with one hand squeezing her boobs from outside and the other hand down her skirt and resting on her pussy lips.

Nandu shifted uncomfortably, averting his eyes from the intimate display before him. "I... I guess I've just never found the right person," he mumbled.

Rakshita moaned softly as Chandu's fingers worked beneath her skirt. "Or maybe you've been too focused on someone who's already taken," she said breathily, her eyes locked on Nandu's reddening face.

Chandu chuckled against Rakshita's neck. "Poor Nandu, always desiring from afar. But now you get to see up close what you've been missing."

Nandu's heart raced as he watched Chandu's hands roam Rakshita's body. Part of him wanted to flee, but a stronger part kept him rooted to the spot, unable to look away.

Rakshita's back arched as Chandu played with her pussy like a guitar. She let out a breathy moan, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before refocusing on Nandu with deep intensity.

"You know, Nandu," she purred, "I'm with Chandu and that means I am taken. Do you like committed women?"

Nandu's breath caught in his throat. "W-what do you mean?"

Chandu's hands stilled as he looked up at Nandu, a wicked smile spreading across his face. 

Chandu's smile widened as he slowly removed his hands from Rakshita, leaving her gasping softly. He straightened up and took a sharp look towards Nandu, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"What Rakshita means," Chandu said in a low voice, "is that she's mine. But... she's also curious. We're both curious."

Nandu's confusion deepened, and his face flushed a deeper shade of red. He swallowed hard, unsure of what to say or where this conversation was heading.

Rakshita's sultry voice cut through the tension. "Nandu, you've been so quiet, always watching from the sidelines." Her tone was teasing, almost taunting, as she stood up and took a few steps toward him. "Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to be in an intimate relationship with someone who loves you?"

Nandu’s pulse quickened, and he shifted nervously, glancing between the two of them. "I-I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Chandu smirked, placing a hand on Rakshita’s waist as she moved closer to Nandu. "Oh, I think you do," he said smoothly.

Nandu’s mouth went dry. His mind raced with thoughts he couldn’t control, but the weight of the moment kept him frozen in place. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.

"Why would you be want to be just friends with a woman you have a crush on? Why not try your luck with someone who is not in a committed relationship?"

Nandu’s pulse quickened, and he shifted nervously, glancing between the two of them. "I-I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Chandu's laughter echoed in the room, and Rakshita's playful smile followed suit. She stepped back, her intensity from moments ago now replaced with a teasing grin. "Oh, Nandu," she said, shaking her head. "You're too easy."

Chandu clapped Nandu on the back, the tension dissolving into awkwardness. "Relax, man. We were just having some fun. You should've seen your face." His voice was light, but there was a hint of mischief still dancing in his eyes.

Nandu swallowed hard, unsure whether to laugh or feel humiliated. His heart was still racing, and though the tension had broken, the unease lingered. "Right... fun," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Nandu's shoulders trembled as the tears fell, and before he could stop them, they flowed freely down his cheeks. His breath hitched, and the room fell silent, the playful atmosphere evaporating instantly.

Nandu took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. The tears had slowed, but the pain in his chest remained, raw and exposed. 

"I just need some space," Nandu said, his voice steadier now. "I will leave now! I am sorry for not being honest about my feelings towards you! You both taught me a good lesson!"

Saying this Nandu got up and hurried back to his car. 

Nandu stood by his car, fumbling for the keys, his mind still swirling with everything that had just happened. The tears had stopped, but the heaviness in his chest remained, making it hard to breathe. He was about to get inside when he heard footsteps behind him.

Before he could turn around, Rakshita wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Her warmth enveloped him, and without thinking, Nandu's head rested against her thick heavy chest. He could hear her heartbeat, steady and calming, contrasting the storm inside him.

She held him close, one hand gently stroking his hair as if trying to soothe the turmoil within him. "I’m so sorry, Nandu," she whispered, her voice soft and filled with emotion. "You don’t have to leave like this. I don't like seeing you like this!"

Nandu tensed at first, unsure of how to respond, but the softness of her voice and the sincerity in her touch gradually eased some of the tension in his body. He closed his eyes, letting himself feel the comfort of her embrace, something he hadn’t realized he needed until now.

"You’re very important to me," Rakshita continued, her words barely more than a breath. "I know we went too far, and I can’t take that back. But I want you to know that I see you as a friend, Nandu. I want you to see me only as a friend as well!"

Nandu’s mind was still a mess, but in that moment, being held by her, the weight of his pain seemed to lift just a little. He didn’t know what to say, so he just stayed there, letting himself be vulnerable for the first time in what felt like forever.

Rakshita held him tighter, her chin resting gently on his head as she whispered, "Please don’t leave like this. Stay, just for a little while. Let me help you through this."

Nandu swallowed hard, his emotions tangled and raw. "I don’t know if I can, Rakshita," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "Everything’s so... confusing."

"I know," she said softly, her hands still cradling him. "But you don’t have to face it alone. I’m here, Nandu. I’m really here."

Just then interrupting them Rakshita's phone buzzed with a text message. She picked up the phone and after reading it her facial expression completely changed. Her eyes were glued to the screen reading the message.

[Somnaath]

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[sominoru]

Her heart raced as she reread the message, making sure she hadn't misunderstood. The words remained the same: "Congratulations! You and Nandu have been selected for lead roles in 'Mumbai Dreams.'" Rakshita's mind whirled with excitement and disbelief. She had dreamed of this moment for years, spending countless hours practicing her lines and perfecting her craft while also doing full time work.

As the initial shock wore off, a new worry crept in. Nandu had already left, unaware of their shared success. She tried calling him, but it went straight to voicemail. Frustrated, she paced her living room, unsure of what to do next.

Meanwhile, Nandu drove aimlessly through the city streets, his thoughts consumed by Rakshita's strange reaction to the text. He couldn't shake the feeling that something significant had happened, something that involved him.

Rakshita composed a text and sent it to him. She included the screenshot of the audition results. 

“Please, Nandu. Lets go together. This could be a life changing opportunity for both of us.”

Nandu read the text and then slept off. After work the next day Rakshita had a long talk with him. Nandu wasn’t that interested but agreed seeing how desperate Rakshita was to play the role and how used to she was with him picking her and dropping off at her home.  


"Action!" the director called out, his voice echoing across the bustling set.

Rakshita, now fully embodying Miss Verma, strode confidently onto the scene. Her heels clicked against the polished floor of the lavish office set, her tailored suit exuding power and wealth. She approached the desk where Nandu, transformed into Constable Nirav, stood awkwardly in his crisp uniform.

"Constable," she purred, her voice dripping with condescension, "I hope you have a good reason for interrupting my very busy day."

Nandu squared his shoulders, trying to channel Nirav's determination. "Miss Verma, I'm here to ask you a few questions about the recent... irregularities in your company's financial records."

Rakshita's eyes flashed with practiced indignation. She leaned in close, her perfectly manicured nails tapping menacingly on the desk. "Is that so, Constable? And what exactly do you think you'll find? I assure you, everything is in perfect order."

Nandu felt a bead of sweat trickle down his back. He did not memorize the script perfectly. Rakshita was pushing him to react authentically. He swallowed hard, then pressed on. He remembered the dialogues in perfect time.

"We have reason to believe there may be some... discrepancies, Miss Verma. Perhaps we could discuss this somewhere more private?"

Rakshita's lips curled into a predatory smile. She circled around the desk, her movements fluid and calculated. "Oh, I don't think that will be necessary, Constable. I have nothing to hide." She perched on the edge of the desk, crossing her legs slowly. "But if you insist on pursuing this line of inquiry, I'm sure we can come to some sort of... arrangement."

Nandu felt his breath catch in his throat. The tension between them was palpable, electric. He knew he should stick to the script, but something about Rakshita's intensity drew him in. He took a step closer, his voice lowering.

"What kind of arrangement did you have in mind, Miss Verma?"

Rakshita's eyes widened slightly, surprised by Nandu's boldness. She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "One that could be mutually beneficial, Constable. I have connections, influence. I could make your career... or break it."

The air crackled with unspoken possibilities. Nandu found himself torn between the character he was supposed to play and the magnetic pull of Rakshita's presence. 

The director's voice booms over the set, yelling "CUT!" Rakshita's heart races as she realizes it's time for the scene where she has to seduce and kiss Nandu. Her stomach churns with nerves and fear, but her desire to be a successful actress pushes her to suppress her discomfort. With a deep breath, she throws herself into the role, forcing her body to respond to Nandu's touch and his lips on hers. Despite the inner turmoil, she maintains a facade of professionalism, determined to make this scene believable at any cost.

As the director called for action once more, Rakshita steeled herself, pushing down the butterflies in her stomach. She was a professional, she reminded herself. This was just another scene, another character to inhabit.

Nandu, on the other hand, felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. He had never done a kissing scene before, let alone with someone he knew so well. As Miss Verma, Rakshita sauntered towards him, her eyes smoldering with practiced seduction.

"Now, Constable," she purred, running a finger along his collar, "let's see if we can come to an understanding."

Nandu, as Constable Nirav, tried to maintain his composure, but his voice trembled slightly. "Miss Verma, I... I don't think this is appropriate."

Rakshita leaned in closer, her breath hot on his ear. "Oh, but it could be so much more than appropriate, Constable. It could be... delightful."

With that, she pressed her lips to his. Nandu froze for a moment, caught off guard by the intensity of the kiss. But then, almost instinctively, he responded, his arms wrapping around her waist.

The kiss deepened, and for a moment, Nandu forgot he was acting. There was a spark, an electricity that he did not anticipate. Rakshita's fingers tangled in Nandu's hair, while his hands pressed against the small of her back, drawing her closer.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathless. Rakshita's eyes widened, a flicker of confusion passing over her face before she quickly masked it with Miss Verma's confident smirk.

"Cut!" the director called out, his voice cutting through the tension on set. "That was... intense. Great work, you two."

Rakshita and Nandu stepped apart, suddenly aware of the crew and cameras surrounding them. They avoided each other's eyes, both flushed and slightly disoriented.

"Let's take five," the director announced. "We'll run it one more time, then move on to the next scene."

As the crew bustled around them, resetting lights and touching up makeup, Rakshita retreated to a quiet corner of the set. Her mind was reeling. What had just happened? That kiss... it was supposed to be acting, wasn't it? But the way Nandu had responded, the way his body had reacted – it felt all too real.

Nandu, for his part, was equally shaken. He grabbed a bottle of water, gulping it down as quickly as possible. 

“Nandu. Don’t get any ideas. This was all just acting!”, she whispered in his ears angrily and then heads to the restroom to wash her lips. 

Nandu watched Rakshita storm off to the restroom, feeling a mix of confusion and hurt. He knew she was right - it was just acting. But something about that kiss had felt different, electric. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. They were just acting, and he needed to focus on the job at hand.

When Rakshita returned, her face was a mask of cool professionalism. She nodded curtly to Nandu as they took their positions for another take. The director called action, and they fell back into character.

This time, the kiss was mechanical, devoid of the passion that had ignited before. Rakshita's lips were stiff against Nandu's, her body rigid in his arms. When the director yelled cut, she immediately pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Much better," the director praised, happy with the output. 

The set had been transformed into a luxurious bathroom, steam rising from the running shower. Rakshita stood wrapped in a plush white towel, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders. Nandu entered, his uniform now rumpled and partly unbuttoned.

"Miss Verma," he said, his voice husky. "I... I shouldn't be here."

Rakshita turned, letting the towel slip slightly. "But you are here, Constable. The question is, what are you going to do about it?"

She stepped closer, droplets of water glistening on her skin. Nandu's breath caught as she placed a hand on his chest.

"I could ruin you," she whispered, her lips inches from his. "Or I could make all your wildest dreams come true."

Nandu's hand trembled as he reached up to touch her face 

Nandu's fingers traced the curve of Rakshita's cheek, his touch feather-light. "This is wrong," he murmured, even as he leaned in closer.

Rakshita's eyes fluttered closed. "Then why does it feel so right?" she breathed, her lips barely grazing his.

The steam swirled around them, creating a cocoon of heat and tension. Rakshita's hand slid up Nandu's chest, pushing his shirt open further. Her fingertips danced across his skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"Tell me to stop," she whispered, her voice a mix of challenge and plea.

Nandu's response was to pull her closer, one hand tangling in her damp hair while the other gripped her waist. The towel slipped further, revealing the smooth curve of her upper breast.

Rakshita's heart raced as Nandu pulled her closer. On the surface, she exuded seduction and desire, but internally she was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Her skin tingled where Nandu touched her, sending unwanted shivers down her spine. She forced herself to lean into his embrace, to let her towel slip further, revealing more skin.

"Is this what you want, Constable?" she purred, her voice low and sultry even as her stomach churned with discomfort. 

Nandu's eyes darkened with desire. "God help me, but yes," he growled, pulling her flush against him.

Rakshita's mind screamed at her to stop, to push him away, but she knew she had to see this scene through. Her career depended on it. She tilted her head back, exposing the column of her throat. 

Nandu kissed her neck and started going down.

“Drop the towel completely!”, the director’s voice echoed.

Rakshita only had an underwear and a flimsy bra underneath. She steeled herself. 

Rakshita hesitated for a moment, her fingers trembling as they gripped the edge of the towel. She took a deep breath, steeling herself. This was just acting, she reminded herself. Just another scene. With a practiced motion, she let the towel fall to the floor.

Nandu's sharp intake of breath was audible. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve and contour. Rakshita fought the urge to cover herself, instead forcing her body to relax, to appear confident and alluring.

"Like what you see, Constable?" she purred, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

Nandu nodded, seemingly at a loss for words. His hands hovered uncertainly, unsure where to touch.

Rakshita took his hands in hers, guiding them to her waist. "Don't be shy," she whispered.
 

Rakshita's delicate lace bra did little to conceal her curves. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, straining against the sheer fabric. Nandu's eyes were drawn to the soft swell of her cleavage, a flush creeping up his neck.

His hands, guided by Rakshita's, settled on her waist. The warmth of her skin under his palms seemed to ignite something within him. With a low growl, he pulled her flush against him, his lips crashing down on hers.

Rakshita gasped, caught off guard by the intensity of his passion. Nandu's kisses trailed down her neck, across her collarbone. His fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra.

"Constable," she breathed, fighting to stay in character despite her discomfort, "we shouldn't..."

But 

Rakshita's lacy black bra provided a tantalizing contrast against her golden skin. The delicate fabric cupped her breasts enticingly, revealing just enough to ignite Nandu's imagination. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath, betraying her inner tension despite her outward composure.

Nandu's eyes darkened with undisguised desire as he took in the sight before him.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear.

Rakshita arched into him, suppressing a shudder. "Then show me how much you want me," she challenged, her voice husky.

Something seemed to snap in Nandu. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, and then went directly for her cleavage and planted a kiss there.

Rakshita gasped at the sensation of Nandu's lips on her sensitive skin. Her fingers tangled in his hair, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away. The rational part of her mind screamed that this was unprofessional, that he was blurring the lines between their characters and themselves. But the heat of Nandu's mouth, the strength of his arms around her, made it impossible to think clearly.

"Cut!" The director's voice shattered the moment. "That's not in the script!"

Reality came crashing back. Rakshita and Nandu sprang apart, faces flushed with a mixture of desire and embarrassment. The set around them buzzed with whispers and poorly concealed snickers from the crew.

"I... I'm sorry," Nandu stammered, avoiding Rakshita's gaze. "I got carried away."

Rakshita was angry. 

“Actually, you know what? It makes the scene come out alive. Lets redo it. Unhook her bra and pull it down slowly and kiss her there.”, the director thoughtfully said. 
 

Rakshita's eyes widened in shock at the director's suggestion. She opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. Nandu looked equally stunned, his gaze darting between Rakshita and the director.

"Are you sure that's... appropriate?" Rakshita finally managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

The director nodded enthusiastically. "It's perfect! The sexual tension between Miss Verma and Constable Nirav has been building for so long. This is the moment it finally explodes. It needs to be raw, passionate, real."

Rakshita felt her cheeks burning. She glanced at Nandu, who seemed to be studying the floor intently. The rest of the crew watched in awkward silence, waiting to see what would happen next.

Taking a deep breath, Rakshita squared her shoulders and nodded.

 

"Alright," she said, her voice steadier than she felt. "Let's do it."

Nandu's head snapped up, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of surprise and something deeper, more primal. Rakshita gave him a small nod, granting permission.

The director clapped his hands. "Excellent! Places, everyone. And... action!"

They began the scene again, the tension between them now palpable. When they reached the moment of the kiss, Nandu's hands trembled slightly as they moved to Rakshita's back. He fumbled with the clasp of her bra, his fingers clumsy with nerves.

Rakshita leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "It's okay," she whispered, so softly only he could hear. "Just breathe."

Nandu nodded almost imperceptibly, taking a steadying breath. His fingers found the clasp of Rakshita's bra, and this time, he managed to unhook it smoothly. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes meeting hers, seeking final confirmation.

Rakshita gave an almost imperceptible nod, her heart racing. She felt vulnerable yet strangely empowered as Nandu slowly, carefully, began to pull the lacy fabric down. The cool air of the set kissed her newly exposed skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

Nandu's lips descended, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to the swell of her breast. Rakshita couldn't suppress the small gasp that escaped her lips - it wasn't entirely acting anymore. Her fingers tangled in Nandu's hair, partly to stay in character, partly to ground herself in the moment.

Nandu's lips parted, his mouth enveloping Rakshita's dark brown nipple. She arched away from him instinctively as he began to suckle, his tongue swirling and teasing the sensitive peak. A tremor ran through Rakshita's body, her breath catching in her throat. She tightened her grip on Nandu's hair, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away. 



The line between Miss Verma and Rakshita blurred as waves of sensations radiated from her breast. She bit her lip, struggling to stay in character as Nandu's ministrations sent sparks of electricity coursing through her. A soft moan escaped her, and she prayed the director would call cut. In this moment, Nandu wasn't sure if she wanted the scene to end or go on forever.

"Cut!", the director yells. 

Rakshita's face flushed crimson as the director approached, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest. Nandu stepped back, looking equally flustered. 

"No, no, all wrong," the director said, shaking his head. "Nandu, you need to be more passionate, more primal. Like this."

To Rakshita's shock, the director bent down and demonstrated on her exposed breast, his mouth hot and insistent. She gasped, her body betraying her with an involuntary shudder of pleasure.

"See?" the director said, pulling away. "That's how it's done. Now you try, Nandu."

Nandu hesitated, his eyes meeting Rakshita's. She gave a small nod, steeling herself. 

They both sucked on her tits at the same time. The director showing how and Nandu trying to mimic his actions. 

Rakshita's mind reeled in shock as she felt both men's mouths on her breasts simultaneously. The director's technique was practiced and aggressive, while Nandu's approach was more tentative but filled with genuine desire. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the dual sensations. She felt two pairs of hands massaging her breasts and they both were sucking on her nipples like a new born baby.
She watched them get completely lost making sucking noises loudly. Her cheeks became flushed red with embarrassment.  

A low moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

[Deepak Sanjeev]

Very nice

[siva05]

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