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ashuezy2 · 15-09-2025, 04:07 AM

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Shreya: A 21-year-old woman discovering her path.

(The scene opens in a small, tidy apartment in Mumbai. Shreya is sitting on her bed, clutching a pillow. Her eyes are red.)
Shreya: (Whispering) Mummy... you're really gone. Just yesterday you were here, telling me to drink my tea. Now... just... silence.
What am I going to do? What the hell am I going to do now? You were the only one. Dad left so long ago... now you too. I'm alone. Completely alone in this huge city.
(She takes a deep breath, trying to stop the tears. Her gaze falls on a calendar on the wall. A date is circled.)
Shreya: Shit. The rent. Mr. Sharma will be here on the first. That's... fifteen days. Fifteen days.
(She gets up and goes to a small metal box where her mother kept the household money. She opens it and counts the notes.)
Shreya: One... two... three... four thousand... five hundred... and some change. The rent is twelve thousand. Then there's food. Electricity. The wi-fi bill. This is nothing. This won't even last two weeks.
(She slumps back onto the bed, her head in her hands.)
Shreya: I have to do something. I can't get thrown out. Where would I go? Pooja? Rina? They have their own problems... their own families. I can't be a burden. A job... what job? I only finished my 12th. Call center? They want fluent English... mine is okay, but... and the timings are horrible. What else can I do? I have no skills. No degree.
(Her hand unconsciously goes to her chest. Her blouse feels a little damp. A familiar, frustrating sensation.)
Shreya: Ugh. Not again. Stupid body. Why are you like this? So embarrassing. All my life, hiding these stupid leaks. The doctors never knew why. 'A natural lactating anomaly,' they said. What a useless, freakish thing. A gift for a mother, a curse for me.
(She gets up and goes to the mirror, unbuttoning her blouse. Her large, full breasts are visible in her simple bra. There are small, damp spots on the fabric.)
Shreya: So full. Always so heavy. And for what? For nothing. A total waste.
(She stares at her reflection for a long moment. An idea, wild and desperate, begins to form in her mind. She picks up her phone from the bed.)
Shreya: Wait a minute... Waste? Maybe not. People are... strange. They like strange things. The internet is full of strange things.
(Her fingers fly across the screen, typing into the search bar.)
Shreya: 'How to make money from home Mumbai' ...Data entry, online surveys... pays peanuts. 'Quick jobs for women' ...Receptionist, salesgirl... need to apply, interview... takes too long.
(She hesitates, then types a new search query, her cheeks flushing.)
Shreya: 'Selling adult content India' ...'Adult work from home'... Oh my god. Look at all these sites. Models... performers... They want you to... do things on camera. I can't do that. No.
(She scrolls down, about to close the page, when a specific forum catches her eye. The title is "Niche Markets & Unique Talents.")
Shreya: 'Niche Markets'... what does that mean? (She clicks the link. Her eyes widen as she reads the posts.)
Shreya: No way. No... fucking... way. They... they want... this? They'll pay for... breast milk? For pictures? For videos?
(She reads a post from a user.)
Shreya: 'Looking for a genuine, clean, natural provider. Top price for fresh supply. Even more for visuals. Discretion is key.'
(She leans back, her mind racing. Fear, disgust, and a spark of frantic hope churn inside her.)
Shreya: This is insane. It's perverted. But... the money they are talking about... One video... will not pay the rent. I need something more.

I have no choice. I really don't. Mummy... please forgive me. But I have to survive. Okay. Okay, Shreya. Think. Be smart. Be safe. No face. Never, ever show your face. A different name. A new email address.
(Her resolve hardens. She stands up and walks to the window, pulling the curtain shut. The room is now dim. She takes off her bra, her heavy breasts spilling free. She looks at them in the mirror, not with frustration, but with a new, calculating gaze.)
Shreya: Okay. Let's make a profile. Let's see what you're really worth. I need photos. Good photos. My phone camera is decent... need good light.
(She moves the table lamp closer to the bed, positioning it. She grabs a black dupatta from her closet and dbangs it over the pillow, creating a simple backdrop.)
Shreya: First, just the shape. Show the size. I'll crop it from the neck down. Okay, hold the phone up... angle it down... like this. Click. Hmm... it looks good. They look... really big. Voluptuous. That's the word they used on the site.
Now... the main event. The... 'special ability.' Come on, body. Don't fail me now.
(She gently cups one breast and squeezes. A tiny, perfect white bead appears at the tip of her nipple. She lets out a shaky breath.)
Shreya: There it is. Okay, get closer. Focus. Click. That's a good one. The drop is so clear.
Let's try for more. (She massages herself gently, and a thin stream of white milk trickles down, tracing a path over her pale skin.)
Shreya: Wow. Okay. This is... this is the money shot. Hold still... Click. Click. Click. Perfect. It's erotic... but also... natural? I don't know. But it's what they want.
(She puts her phone down and quickly gets dressed in a fresh, clean top. She sits on the bed and opens the website again, tapping 'Create Profile'.)
Shreya: Username: Hmm... can't be Shreya. Needs to be... exotic. MumbaiMilkMaid?... No, so cheap. Amrita?... Means nectar. I like it. Let's try... AmritFlow. Yes. It's available.
Headline: Pure, Natural, Divine Gift from the Heart of Mumbai.
About Me: Okay... what do I write? I am a healthy, clean, 21-year-old Punjabi girl with a rare, natural gift. My body produces the sweetest, richest nectar without the touch of a child. This is a sacred offering, available for discerning patrons who appreciate true purity and abundance. My profile is 100% genuine. What you see is what you get. MEETUPS* Conditions apply.
(She uploads the photos, carefully cropping them to ensure her face and any identifying marks are not visible. She pauses before hitting the 'Submit' button, her heart pounding in her chest.)
Shreya: This is it. Once I do this, there's no going back. I'm stepping into a different world. A world of secrets. Be careful, Shreya. Be smart. Trust no one. This is just business. A way to survive.
(She takes one last, deep breath and taps the screen.)
Shreya: Okay. It's done. My profile is live. AmritFlow is born. Now... I wait.

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(The scene opens hours later. Shreya is pacing in her small living room, chewing on her thumbnail. She keeps unlocking her phone, checking the website, then locking it again. The screen is blank. She groans and throws herself onto the sofa.)
Shreya: Nothing. For three hours, nothing. Maybe the photos were bad. Maybe my description was stupid. 'Sacred offering'... who was I kidding? I sound like a crazy person. This was a mistake. A huge, desperate mistake. I should just take the profile down. Go to a call center tomorrow. I can handle it. I can...
(Her phone buzzes on the coffee table. A notification light flashes. She freezes, staring at it. Slowly, she reaches for it and unlocks the screen. A new message on the website. Her breath catches in her throat.)
Shreya: (Whispering) Oh my god. Someone replied.
(She taps the notification. The message opens.)
Sameer (on-screen message): "Hello, AmritFlow. My name is Sameer. Your profile is... quite remarkable. It has an air of elegance that is rare on sites like this. I must ask, for my own peace of mind, are you truly natural? I am a genuine patron seeking the purity you described."
Shreya: (Reading aloud softly) "An air of elegance..." He sounds... polite. Normal. Not like the horrible messages you read about online. Okay. Okay, Shreya. Be calm. Be professional. You are AmritFlow now.
(She takes a deep breath and her fingers hover over the keyboard before she starts typing a reply.)
Shreya (typing): "Hello Sameer. Thank you for your message. Yes, everything in my profile is 100% genuine and natural. I am AmritFlow."
(She hits send, her heart hammering against her ribs. The small "delivered" checkmark appears. She waits. A minute passes. Then two. The typing indicator bubble appears.)
Shreya: He's replying. He's really replying. Don't be a creep, don't be a creep, please don't be a creep.
Sameer (on-screen message): "Excellent. I appreciate honesty above all else. Allow me to be direct, I hope you don't find it crude. I am a 45-year-old businessman in Mumbai. I value discretion, and I am willing to pay generously for it, and for a truly authentic experience. For a first session, simply for me to verify your gift and to taste, I can offer twenty thousand rupees."
(Shreya's eyes go wide. She reads the number again. And again.)
Shreya: (Whispering) Twenty... thousand? Rupees? For one meeting? Just to... taste? That's... that's the rent. The electricity bill. The wi-fi. Groceries for a month. From one meeting. He can't be serious. This has to be a scam.
(She reads his message again. It sounds straightforward. No strange requests. She decides to test the waters, to sound in control.)
Shreya (typing): "That amount is acceptable in principle. What are your exact terms for this 'first session'?"
(She hits send. The reply comes back almost instantly.)
Sameer (on-screen message): "I am glad we are in agreement. My priority is to ensure you are safe and comfortable. I propose we meet for a coffee first, somewhere public and respectable. My treat, of course. This is so we can speak for a few minutes and you can see I am a normal, decent man. Perhaps the Sea Lounge at the Taj Palace Hotel? It is very safe. If, and only if, you feel comfortable after we talk, we can go to a room I will book there. My only desire for our first private meeting is to witness your gift in person and to drink directly from you. Nothing more. I give you my word you will be treated with the utmost respect. Your comfort is paramount."
(Shreya feels a wave of relief wash over her. The Taj. A public place first. He was giving her all the power. It sounded... safe. As safe as something like this could be.)
Shreya: (To herself) The Taj... wow. He has money. This is real. He's not some guy trying to lure me to a shady apartment in a bad neighborhood. He said... 'drink directly'. Like a baby. A 45-year-old baby. And nothing more. I can do that. It's weird, but... for twenty thousand rupees, I can handle weird. I just have to close my eyes and think of the rent.
Shreya (typing): "A public meeting first is a wise and respectful suggestion. The Taj is acceptable. Your request for the private meeting is also clear and I accept on the condition that you mean exactly what you say. Nothing more."
Sameer (on-screen message): "You have my solemn word. I am a man of honor. The experience I seek is one of purity and tranquility, not aggression. I would never violate your trust. Shall we say tomorrow afternoon? Around 3 PM?"
Shreya: (To herself) Tomorrow. So soon. But that's good. No time to overthink it. No time to back out. I need the money now.
Shreya (typing): "Tomorrow at 3 PM in the Sea Lounge. How will I recognize you?"
Sameer (on-screen message): "I will be sitting at a table by the window overlooking the sea. I will have a copy of today's Economic Times on my table. I will be wearing a simple blue shirt. And you?"
Shreya (typing): "I will be wearing a simple yellow salwar kameez."
Sameer (on-screen message): "Perfect. I look forward to it, AmritFlow. Please, get a good night's rest. There is no need to be nervous."
Shreya (typing): "Thank you. See you tomorrow, Sameer."
(The conversation ends. Shreya puts her phone down on the table and slowly sinks back into the sofa cushions. She stares at the ceiling, her mind a whirlwind of fear, excitement, and disbelief.)
Shreya: It's happening. It's really happening. Tomorrow, I'm going to the Taj Hotel to meet a strange man who is going to pay me twenty thousand rupees to drink my breast milk. Mummy... what would you say if you could see me now? (She shakes her head, a new resolve hardening in her eyes.)
Shreya: No. It doesn't matter. I have to do this. I'm not Shreya tomorrow. I'm AmritFlow. And AmritFlow is in control. AmritFlow is going to pay the rent.

ashuezy2 · 16-09-2025, 06:12 AM

Scene 2
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Shreya: Alias AmritFlow.
Sameer: Her first client.

(The scene opens in the Sea Lounge at the Taj Palace Hotel. It’s elegant and quiet, with a stunning view of the Gateway of India and the sea. Sameer, a well-dressed man in his mid-40s, sits at a table by the window with a newspaper. Shreya, in a simple yellow salwar kameez, approaches the table nervously, clutching her handbag.)
Shreya: (Her voice is a little shaky) Sameer?
Sameer: (Looks up and smiles warmly, standing up) AmritFlow. Yes. Please, sit down. You look lovely. Exactly as I imagined.
Shreya: (Sits down, placing her bag in her lap) Thank you. You are... also as you described.
Sameer: I hope that is a good thing. (He gestures to a waiter) Can we get you something? Tea? Coffee? A juice? Please, be my guest.
Shreya: Just... just a water, please.
Sameer: Of course. Two bottles of still water, please. (The waiter nods and leaves) I hope you had no trouble getting here.
Shreya: No. No trouble. The taxi was quick.
Sameer: Good. I am glad. I must admit, I was a little nervous you might not come. I am glad you trusted me.
Shreya: You sounded... respectful in your messages.
Sameer: I always try to be. (He leans forward slightly, his voice lowering. His eyes drop to her chest for a moment before meeting her eyes again). Forgive me for being direct, but I am a man who appreciates beauty. And your profile... the pictures... they don't do you justice. Your fullness is... breathtaking. Even through your kameez.
Shreya: (Blushes and shifts in her seat, instinctively covering her chest with her hand) Oh. Um... thank you.
Sameer: No, thank you. For being brave enough to share your gift. It is a rare and beautiful thing. (The waiter arrives with the water. Sameer waits for him to leave.) The most important question is, are you comfortable, Shreya? I may call you Shreya, here? AmritFlow is for later.
Shreya: (Nods slowly) Yes. You can call me Shreya. And... yes. I am okay. Just a little nervous.
Sameer: That is completely understandable. (He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a thick, white envelope. He slides it discreetly across the table). Here. This is what we agreed upon. Twenty thousand. Please, check it if you wish.
Shreya: (Looks at the envelope, her heart pounding) I... I trust you.
Sameer: I appreciate that. But your security comes first. Please, put it in your bag. I want you to feel completely at ease. This is a transaction, but it should be a pleasant one for both of us.
(Shreya takes the envelope. It’s heavier than she expected. She quickly puts it into her handbag and zips it shut. The reality of the situation hits her. The rent is in her bag.)
Shreya: Thank you.
Sameer: Of course. (He takes a sip of water). Now. I have a room upstairs. We can go whenever you feel ready. There is no rush at all. If you want to finish your water, or have another, we can. If you want to leave now with the money, you can, and I will not stop you. The choice is entirely yours.
Shreya: (Looks at the envelope in her bag, then back at him. She takes a deep breath.) No. I... I am ready. I will honor our agreement.
Sameer: (A slow, appreciative smile spreads across his face) Wonderful. You are a woman of your word. Shall we?

(They are inside a luxurious hotel room. It’s spacious, with a large bed and a window with the same sea view. Shreya stands awkwardly in the middle of the room. Sameer closes the door behind them, the click echoing in the quiet room.)
Sameer: Please, make yourself comfortable. Sit on the bed, or the chair if you prefer. Whatever feels right for you.
(Shreya perches on the edge of the large bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.)
Sameer: You are still nervous. It's okay. Your heart must be beating so fast. Let me assure you again, Shreya. You are in control here. I will do nothing you do not permit.
Shreya: Okay.
Sameer: (He removes his jacket and loosens his tie, placing them neatly on a chair. He remains standing a respectful distance away.) We agreed that I would witness your gift. And that I could... taste. Are you still comfortable with that?
Shreya: (She nods, not trusting her voice).
Sameer: Good. May I ask you to... show me? You can remove your dupatta and... your kameez. You can leave your salwar on. I only wish to see your beautiful breasts.
(Shreya hesitates for a long moment. She closes her eyes, thinks of the envelope, and takes a shuddering breath. She slowly unwraps her dupatta, folds it, and places it beside her. Then, her fingers tremble as she undoes the buttons of her yellow kameez. She pulls it over her head, revealing a simple white bra that strains to contain her large breasts. She keeps her eyes downcast, her arms crossed over herself.)
Sameer: (His voice is thick with awe, a reverent whisper) Oh my... god. Shreya. They are magnificent. Absolutely divine. Please... don't hide them. Let me see.
(Slowly, Shreya lowers her arms. Sameer takes a step closer, his eyes drinking her in.)
Sameer: Perfect. You are a work of art. May I... may I remove your bra? I will be very gentle.
(She gives a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. Sameer kneels in front of her. His hands are warm and steady as he reaches behind her and unhooks the bra. He slowly pulls the straps down her arms, letting the garment fall away. Her huge, heavy, pale breasts spill free, the nipples tight and rosy.)
Sameer: (Lets out a deep, shaky breath) Amrit... Nectar. The name is perfect. May I touch one? Just to feel its weight?
Shreya: (Whispering) Okay.
(He gently cups one breast, his thumb stroking the soft, full underside. His touch is surprisingly soft.)
Sameer: So heavy. So full. Incredible. Now... the reason I am here. Will you... will you make the nectar flow for me, AmritFlow?
(Shreya brings her own hands up, her fingers cupping and gently squeezing her own breast, just as she did for the photos. A bead of white milk appears at the tip of her nipple, then another. A thin stream begins to trickle down.)
Sameer: Yes... there it is. Pure white. Beautiful. Now... please... let me have it.
(He leans in, his mouth closing over her nipple. He begins to suckle, gently at first, then with more urgency. His eyes are closed in ecstasy. Shreya gasps, her back arching. The sensation is alien, shocking, and intensely intimate. He drinks from one breast for a long minute, his hands stroking her waist, before moving to the other, suckling deeply. His breathing is harsh now, filled with need.)
Sameer: (Pulls away, his lips wet with her milk, his face flushed) It's... the taste is... sweet. So pure. It's everything I dreamed of.
(He latches on again, drinking more. Shreya feels a strange warmth spreading through her belly. It's not unpleasant. Her initial fear is being replaced by a confusing, dizzying sensation. Finally, he pulls away, breathing heavily. He looks up at her, his eyes dark with a hunger that goes beyond their agreement.)
Sameer: Shreya. I... I know what we agreed. And you have fulfilled your part of the bargain beautifully. But this... this is not enough.
Shreya: (Confused) Not enough? But you said... just to taste.
Sameer: I know what I said. But I am only a man. And you are a goddess. I want more. I need more of you. I want to feel your skin against mine. I want to taste you everywhere. I want to make you feel as good as you are making me feel.
Shreya: No... I can't. That wasn't the deal.
Sameer: (Reaches for his wallet inside his jacket on the chair. He pulls out a thick stack of notes) The deal can change. (He places the stack on the bed beside her. It's much thicker than the envelope.) That is another thirty thousand rupees. Right now. In cash. Bringing the total to fifty thousand. For one afternoon.
(Shreya stares at the money. Fifty thousand rupees. It was more money than she had ever seen in her life. It was enough to be safe for months. Enough to breathe. Enough to not be terrified every single second of the day.)
Shreya: Fifty... thousand? But... what do you want for it?
Sameer: (His voice is a low, desperate plea) I want you to lie back. Let me take care of you. Let me worship your entire body. Let me taste every inch of you. I will be gentle. I will make you feel pleasure, I promise. Please, Shreya. Don't say no. You have woken something up in me.
(Shreya looks from his desperate, pleading face to the pile of money. She thinks of the empty apartment. The silence. The fear. This man was gentle. He was respectful. And he was offering her a lifeline.)
Shreya: (Her voice is barely a whisper) And... you will be gentle?
Sameer: (Nods eagerly, his eyes alight with hope) I swear on my life. I will treat you like a queen.
(She gives a slow, deliberate nod.)
Shreya: Okay. Okay, Sameer.

ashuezy2 · 16-09-2025, 06:13 AM

Title: The Nectar of Mumbai
Scene 3
Characters:

Shreya: Alias AmritFlow.
Sameer: Her client.

(The scene continues in the hotel room. Shreya is sitting on the bed, naked from the waist up. A thick stack of cash lies beside her. Sameer is kneeling before her, his eyes full of adoration and lust.)
Sameer: Put the money in your purse. It is yours. I want you to feel secure.
(Shreya looks at the cash, then at him. Her hands are trembling as she picks it up and shoves it into her handbag next to the first envelope. She zips it shut with a sense of finality.)
Shreya: It's... it's a lot.
Sameer: You are worth so much more. Now... I want to start by tasting your nipples and drinking you again. I need to fill myself with your sweetness. Then, we will move to our love making. First in the shower, and then on the bed. I want you to forget everything else. Forget this is a transaction. For the next few hours, we will be like a married couple celebrating our honeymoon—loving and exploring each other.
Shreya: (Her voice is a tiny whisper) A honeymoon... I... I don't know how to...
Sameer: Shhh. You don't have to know anything. Just relax and let me show you. I will guide you. All you have to do is feel. Lie back for me, my sweet Shreya. Lie back and let me worship you.
(Shreya hesitates, then slowly lies back on the soft bed, her full, pale breasts pointing towards the ceiling.)
Sameer: (Leans over her, his voice a low growl) Perfect. My perfect, personal fountains.
(He lowers his head and takes one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling far more intensely than before. His hand cups her other breast, kneading the soft flesh.)
Shreya: (A sharp gasp escapes her lips) Ah!
Sameer: (Speaks around her nipple) Does that feel good? Do you like that? Tell me.
Shreya: It's... it's strong. I... I think so. Yes.
Sameer: (Chuckles softly) Good. So sweet... my beautiful girl... I could drink from you for hours.
(He continues to suckle, moving from one breast to the other. Shreya's initial tension begins to melt away under his expert attention. Soft, involuntary sighs escape her lips.)
Shreya: Mmmm... oh...
Sameer: (Pulls away, looking at her flushed face) You are enjoying this. I can see it. Your body is waking up. Now come. Let's go to the shower. I want to feel your wet, slippery skin all over me.
(He stands and gently pulls her up from the bed. He leads her towards the opulent bathroom.)

(They are standing in a large, glass-enclosed shower. Sameer turns the knob and warm water begins to rain down on them. Shreya shivers as the water hits her skin.)
Sameer: Is the water warm enough for you?
Shreya: Yes... it's perfect.
Sameer: Good. (He pulls her close, her front pressed against his chest. He picks up a bottle of shower gel.) Now stand still. I'm going to wash you. Every single inch.
(He squirts the gel into his hands and begins to lather her shoulders and back, his hands sliding down her slim waist and over her round bottom.)
Sameer: Your skin... it's like silk. So soft. Turn around for me.
(She turns, her back now to his chest. He reaches around her, his soapy hands covering her breasts.)
Sameer: So heavy... even with the water running over them. I want to feel them bounce when I'm inside you.
Shreya: (Gasps as his fingers tease her nipples) Sameer...
Sameer: Shhh, just feel it. (His hands slide lower, over her flat stomach, and then lower still, into the curls of hair between her legs.) So warm here... and so wet. You're ready for me, aren't you?
Shreya: (Her voice is weak, breathy) I... I don't know...
Sameer: You are. (He presses her back against the cool, tiled wall, the warm water sluicing over them. He positions himself behind her.) I can't wait any longer, Shreya. I need to be inside you. Right here. Right now.
Shreya: In the shower? Like this?
Sameer: Yes. Bend over just a little. That's it. Hold onto the wall.
(He enters her from behind in one smooth, deep thrust. Shreya cries out, a mix of shock and sudden, sharp pleasure.)
Shreya: Oh! Oh, god!
Sameer: (Groans, his voice rough in her ear) Fuck... you feel so good. So tight... so wet...
(He begins to move, his rhythm slow and deep at first, his hands gripping her hips.)
Sameer: Is this okay? Am I hurting you?
Shreya: (Shakes her head, her words coming out in pants) No... no, it feels... good. It feels really good.
Sameer: (His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding) That's it, my love. Take me. Take all of me.
(He reaches around and cups her breast, squeezing it in time with his thrusts while his other hand finds her clit, rubbing her.)
Shreya: Oh! Sameer! That... what are you doing? Ah!
Sameer: I'm making you feel good. Like I promised. Are you close? I can feel you trembling.
Shreya: I... I think so! Please... don't stop!
Sameer: Never. (He pounds into her faster, harder, until she cries out, her body convulsing against the wall.)
Shreya: S-Sameer! Aaaah!
Sameer: (Groans loudly as he feels her climax, pushing himself as deep as he can) Yes! That's it!
(He pulls out and turns her around, pushing her against the wall again to kiss her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his own orgasm builds.)

(A few moments later, Sameer has turned the water off. He wraps a large, fluffy towel around Shreya and another around his own waist. He scoops her up into his arms.)
Shreya: (Surprised) What are you doing? I can walk.
Sameer: A husband carries his bride to their wedding bed. (He carries her out of the bathroom and gently lays her in the middle of the huge, soft bed.) Now... our honeymoon truly begins.
(He unwraps her towel, tossing it aside. He lies down next to her, propped up on one elbow, and just looks at her.)
Sameer: You are so beautiful. All flushed and wet.
Shreya: (Shyly) You make me feel...
Sameer: Feel what? Tell me.
Shreya: I don't know the word. Not nervous anymore. Something... else. Warm.
Sameer: (Smiles) Good. That's how I want you to feel. Now, I want to explore you. Proper love making. Face to face. I want to see your eyes when you come. Spread your legs for me, my dear.
(She complies, her earlier hesitation gone, replaced by a blossoming curiosity. He moves between her legs and starts kissing her inner thighs, slowly moving upwards.)
Shreya: (Moans softly) Mmmm, that tickles...
Sameer: (Looks up at her) You like this?
Shreya: (Nods, biting her lip) Yes.
(He reaches her center and his tongue begins to work its magic. Shreya arches her back, her fingers tangling in the bedsheets.)
Shreya: Oh my god! Sameer! What is that? I've never... oh! Oh!
Sameer: (Chuckles against her skin) This is me worshipping you. Just relax and let it happen.
(It doesn't take long. Shreya's body tightens and she cries out as a second, powerful orgasm rocks her from head to toe.)
Shreya: (Panting) I... wow...
Sameer: (Moves up to kiss her lips, tasting himself on her) Now it's my turn. And this time, we do it together. Get on top of me.
Shreya: On top?
Sameer: Yes. I want you to ride me. I'll help you.
(He guides her, positioning her over him. He helps her lower herself onto his hard cock. She gasps as he fills her again.)
Sameer: Now... move. Up and down. That's it. Yes... just like that. You're a natural.
(Shreya starts to move, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence as she feels the pleasure build again. She leans forward, bracing her hands on his chest, her wet hair falling around them. Her breasts sway with the movement, their nipples brushing against his skin.)
Shreya: (Panting) Sameer... it's... so deep...
Sameer: (Groans, his hands on her hips, guiding her rhythm) I know... fuck, you feel amazing. Look at me, Shreya. Watch my face.
(She looks into his eyes as she rides him faster and faster. The friction is incredible. They are both breathing hard, their bodies slick with sweat.)
Shreya: I'm... I'm close again!
Sameer: Me too! Don't stop! Come for me, Shreya! Come on my cock!
(With a final, desperate cry, her body clenches around him, and at the same moment, he roars her name, his own release flooding into her.)
Sameer: SHREYA!
(She collapses onto his chest, completely spent, her heart beating a frantic rhythm against his. They lie there for a long time, tangled together, breathing heavily.)
Sameer: (Stroking her hair, his voice raspy) That was... the most incredible experience of my life. You are a treasure, Shreya. A true goddess.
Shreya: (Whispering into his chest, completely dazed) I... I never knew... I could feel like that.

ashuezy2 · 16-09-2025, 06:15 AM

Title: The Nectar of Mumbai
Scene 4
Characters:

Shreya: Alias AmritFlow.
Sameer: Her client.
Taxi Driver: A brief appearance.

(The scene opens in the hotel room, immediately after the climax of Scene 4. Shreya and Sameer are lying tangled in the sheets, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Shreya is nestled against his chest, feeling dazed and warm.)
Shreya: (Whispering) Sameer... that... that was my first time.
Sameer: (Stiffens slightly, pulling back to look at her, his expression serious) Your first time? You mean... ever? Having sex?
Shreya: (Nods, suddenly shy) Yes. I... I've never been with anyone before.
Sameer: (Sits up, his voice full of urgent concern) Shreya. Oh, my dear. I had no idea. Are you on any kind of birth control? The pill? Anything?
Shreya: No. Why would I be? I never... I never had a reason to.
Sameer: Okay. Okay, listen to me. This is very important. I was careful, but we cannot take any risks. As soon as you leave here, I want you to go to a chemist, a pharmacy. You must buy an emergency contraceptive pill. It is called the i-Pill. Do you know what that is?
Shreya: I've... I've heard of it. From ads.
Sameer: Good. You must buy it and you must take it as soon as possible. It is most effective within 24 hours. Do you understand me, Shreya? This is not a suggestion. This is something you must do.
Shreya: (Her eyes are wide, she nods quickly) Okay. The i-Pill. I will. I'll... I'll talk to somebody about it. I'll get it. I promise.
Sameer: (His shoulders relax. He gently brushes a strand of hair from her face.) Good. I'm sorry. I feel terrible, I should have asked before. I just... I lost myself in you. You are absolutely intoxicating.
Shreya: (A small, shy smile touches her lips) You really... you liked it?
Sameer: (Laughs softly, a sound of pure wonder) Liked it? Shreya, what we just shared... that was the most profound, most intense experience of my life. You are a goddess. A treasure. I want to see you again. I need to see you again.
Shreya: You do?
Sameer: Yes. Regularly. Forget one-time meetings. I want to be your patron. Your only one. We can agree on a monthly amount. An allowance. Enough so you never, ever have to worry about rent or bills or anything, ever again. You would just... be for me. Would you consider that?
(Shreya looks at him. His eyes are sincere, filled with an almost desperate adoration. She feels a surge of power, of happiness so intense it almost makes her dizzy. She's not just a desperate girl anymore. She's wanted. She's valued.)
Shreya: (A slow, genuine smile spreads across her face) I would like that very much, Sameer.
(She sits up, the sheet pooling around her waist. She glances at the clock on the bedside table.)
Shreya: Our time... we still have about fifteen more minutes left.
Sameer: Yes. I should probably get dressed, let you go so you can get that pill.
Shreya: (She touches his chest gently, tracing a line down his sternum) Or... you could have some dessert first. If you want to drink some more... you can. As a thank you.
Sameer: (His eyes soften, filled with adoration. He looks from her smiling face to her full breasts) You are offering? Freely?
Shreya: (Nods) It makes you happy. And... I think I like how it feels. When you...
Sameer: (Leans in and kisses her softly) Then there is nothing I would rather do.
(He gently pushes her back against the pillows. This time, there is no frantic lust. He latches onto her breast with a tender reverence, suckling softly and rhythmically. His hand gently caresses her stomach. It’s quiet, intimate. A comforting end to their passionate afternoon.)
Sameer: (Whispering between sucks) So perfect. My sweet nectar.
Shreya: (Sighs, closing her eyes) Mmmm...

(Fifteen minutes later, they are both dressed. Shreya is putting her shoes on, her handbag clutched tightly in her hand. It feels so much heavier now.)
Sameer: I will message you tomorrow on the website. We can delete those profiles and I will give you my personal number. Okay?
Shreya: Okay.
Sameer: And Shreya... please. The pill. Promise me again.
Shreya: (Looks him in the eye) I promise. The first thing I do.
Sameer: Good girl. (He walks her to the door, and for a moment, he just looks at her.) Thank you. For today.
Shreya: Thank you, Sameer. For... everything.

(Shreya is in the back of a taxi, the air-conditioning a cool balm on her flushed skin. The Mumbai traffic is a chaotic blur outside the window.)
Taxi Driver: Where to, madam?
Shreya: (Gives her address in a clear, steady voice.)
Taxi Driver: Okay, madam. Will take about forty minutes.
Shreya: (Leans her head against the cool glass of the window, a tiny smile playing on her lips. She whispers to herself.) He wants to see me again. A patron. Fifty thousand rupees... My whole body... it feels different. It's aching... but it's a good ache. Is this what it feels like? He touched me everywhere. He said I was a goddess. No one has ever said I was a goddess before.

(She unlocks the door to her small, silent apartment. But for the first time, the silence doesn't feel lonely or scary. It feels peaceful. She closes the door, leans against it, and takes a deep breath. The scent of the expensive hotel soap still lingers on her skin.)
Shreya: (Speaking to the empty room) Okay. First things first.
(She pulls out her phone and immediately searches for the nearest 24-hour pharmacy. She saves the location to her map.)
Shreya: Got it. I'll go there as soon as I've showered.
(She walks to her bed, unzips her handbag, and takes out the two wads of cash. She carefully spreads all the fifty thousand rupees out on her bedspread. She stares at it, a cascade of 500-rupee notes.)
Shreya: (Lets out a sound that is half-laugh, half-sob of pure relief) All this. In one afternoon. It's real.
(She picks up a bill, the rent payment notice from her table. She places the money for the rent on top of it.)
Shreya: Rent... paid. Electricity bill... paid. Wi-fi... paid. Food for a month... no problem.
(She gathers the rest of the money, a huge pile.)
Shreya: And all of this... is left over. He wants a monthly arrangement. I need to be smart. I'll open a new bank account tomorrow. A private one. And I should buy some new clothes. Something... nice. Something beautiful. Not just simple salwars. Maybe a dress. And some pretty lingerie.
(She lies down on the bed, next to the piles of money, and stretches her aching, tired, but vibrantly alive body. She feels a deep, profound sense of contentment she has never known. She is safe. She is in control.)
Shreya: (Whispering to the ceiling, to her mother, to the universe) Mummy... I'm going to be okay. I think... I'm really going to be okay now.

ashuezy2 · 16-09-2025, 06:17 AM

Title: The Nectar of Mumbai
Scene 5
Characters:

Shreya: Alias AmritFlow.
Chemist: A pharmacist.
Aditya & Maya: A couple, via on-screen message.

(The scene opens in Shreya's apartment. She has just stepped out of a long, hot shower, wrapped in her only clean towel. Her skin is glowing, and she feels a sense of calm she hasn't felt in years. She looks at her reflection in the small bathroom mirror.)
Shreya: (To her reflection) You look... different. You feel different. Okay. Time to be a grown-up. Time to be responsible.
(She gets dressed quickly in a simple t-shirt and pants, then grabs her handbag with the money Sameer gave her. She heads out of the apartment.)

(Shreya is standing at the counter of a small, brightly-lit pharmacy. The male chemist looks at her expectantly.)
Chemist: Yes, madam? What can I get for you?
Shreya: (Her voice is clear and steady, no hint of shame or nervousness) One packet of i-Pill.
Chemist: (Nods, turning to get it from a drawer) Anything else?
Shreya: Yes. A box of condoms, please.
Chemist: (Places the i-Pill on the counter) Which brand? We have many.
Shreya: (Points to a box on the display) The Durex Fetherlite. The pack of ten.
(The chemist gets the condoms and places them next to the pill. He quickly calculates the total.)
Chemist: That will be six hundred and eighty rupees.
(Shreya opens her purse, takes out the exact amount from her new wad of cash, and hands it to him. He puts her items in a small paper bag.)
Chemist: Here you go, madam.
Shreya: Thank you.
(She walks out of the pharmacy, her head held high.)

(Back in her apartment. Shreya immediately gets a glass of water from the kitchen, unwraps the i-Pill from its packaging, and swallows it.)
Shreya: (Puts the glass down with a decisive thud) Okay. Done. That is the last time I will ever be that careless. From now on, I am in charge. I am safe.
(She takes the box of condoms and walks to her bedroom, placing it in the small drawer of her bedside table.)
Shreya: For Sameer. For next time. (A small smile plays on her lips).
(She sits on her bed with her phone. She remembers her promise to Sameer to delete her profile.)
Shreya: Okay. Time to say goodbye to AmritFlow's public life. I'll just log in one last time, make sure I have Sameer's contact info, and then delete it forever.
(She taps the app icon and logs in. Her eyes widen in disbelief. The message icon at the top of the screen has a bright red circle on it.)
Shreya: (Whispering) 23... Twenty-three new messages? Since this morning? What on earth...
(Driven by curiosity, she clicks on the inbox. A long list of unread messages fills the screen. She starts at the top.)
Shreya: (Reading the subject line and snippet of a message) "HOT PUNJABI MILKER"... Ugh. Delete. Pig.
Shreya: (Reading the next one) "Please madam I am a humble man I will pay 1000 rupees to drink"... Sorry. Delete.
Shreya: (Reading another) "I will give you 5000 and I will bring my friend"... Oh my god, disgusting. Block and delete.
(She scrolls through them, a mix of crude offers, sad pleas, and strange requests. She feels a dizzying sense of the sheer, hidden demand in the city for what she has. She is about to log out when a username catches her eye: "AdiAndMaya". The subject line is simple: "A Respectful Proposal".)
Shreya: Adi and Maya... two names? A couple? (She taps on it, her curiosity piqued).
(She begins to read the message aloud to herself, her voice soft and hesitant at first, then growing with astonishment.)
Shreya: "Dear AmritFlow, We hope this message finds you well. We are Aditya and Maya, a married couple from Bandra. We saw your profile and we were struck by its grace and honesty, which is so rare. We felt compelled to write to you."
Shreya: "...We are writing to you for a very personal reason. My wife, Maya, has been unable to conceive, and while we are exploring many options, one of her deepest sadnesses is that she will never experience pregnancy or the ability to lactate. It's a deep feminine longing for her. We are not just looking to buy milk; we are looking for an intimate, healing experience. We are looking for a woman to share a special moment with both of us."
Shreya: "...What we propose is this: we want to treat you like a goddess for one evening. We want to worship you, together. We want to drink your nectar from your breasts, together, as a way for my wife to feel connected to this miracle. There would be no pressure for anything more than that, unless you desired it. Your comfort and consent would be the most important thing to us. For this unique, private, and respectful evening, our budget is one lakh rupees."
(Shreya drops the phone on the bed as if it burned her. She stands up, her mind reeling.)
Shreya: One... lakh? One lakh rupees? That's... more than a year's rent. For one night.
(She starts pacing the small room, her hands on her head.)
Shreya: With a couple? A man and... his wife? They want to... drink from me... together? They called me a goddess.
(She stops and picks up the phone again, re-reading the message.)
Shreya: "A healing experience..." For his wife? That's... it's not just a perverted fantasy, is it? It sounds... sad. And beautiful. In a strange way.
(She thinks of Sameer. Kind, gentle Sameer. Her first. The man who offered her stability and safety. A monthly income. No more searching. No more danger.)
Shreya: I promised Sameer. I promised I'd be his only one. He was so good to me. He made me feel... amazing. A life with him would be easy. Safe.
(She looks at the message on the screen again. One lakh. The number glitters in her mind.)
Shreya: But that's... life-changing money. Not just rent-paying money. That's 'get-out-of-this-tiny-apartment' money. That's 'take-a-course-and-learn-a-real-skill' money. And... the idea of it... a man and a woman... both wanting me. Worshipping me. It's... scary. And it's... exciting.
(She sits on the edge of her bed, her heart torn. On one hand, the safety and comfort of Sameer. On the other, this incredible, lucrative, and deeply intriguing offer.)
Shreya: (Whispering to herself) What do I do? What in God's name do I do?
(She stares at the phone screen, at the blinking cursor in the empty reply box under Aditya and Maya's message. Her whole future feels like it hinges on what she types next.)

ashuezy2 · 16-09-2025, 06:19 AM

Title: The Nectar of Mumbai
Scene 6
Characters:

Shreya: Alias AmritFlow.
Aditya & Maya: A wealthy couple.
Shop Assistant: A brief appearance.

(The scene opens in Shreya’s apartment. She is sitting on her bed, staring at the message from Aditya and Maya on her phone. Her face is a mask of concentration.)
Shreya: (Whispering to herself) A safe life with Sameer... he would take care of me. No more risks. Or... this. A fortune. One lakh... what I could do with that money... (She takes a deep breath, her decision made.) Shreya: Sameer is one man. There are thousands of men in this city. And women, apparently. I can't tie myself to the first person who was kind to me. This is a business. My business. I am AmritFlow. And AmritFlow is going to be rich.
(Her fingers fly across the screen as she types a reply to Aditya and Maya.)
Shreya (typing): "Dear Aditya and Maya, Thank you for your respectful and touching message. I am moved by your story. I would be honored to provide the experience you are looking for. Your offer is accepted. Please let me know the time and location you have in mind. I am available this Friday evening. Sincerely, AmritFlow."
(She hits send. Then she navigates to her profile settings and looks at the 'Delete Profile' button. She hesitates for a second, then closes the screen. The profile stays live.)

(The next day. Shreya is in a high-end boutique in a Mumbai mall. She is wearing one of her simple salwars, but she is trying on a stunning, deep red dress that clings to her curves. A shop assistant fusses around her.)
Shop Assistant: Madam, this dress was made for you! It shows off your figure perfectly. So elegant, so classy.
Shreya: (Looking at her reflection, a slow smile spreading across her face) It is beautiful. I'll take it.
Shop Assistant: Excellent choice! Will that be all?
Shreya: No. I'll also take the black one I tried on. And the silk blue one. And that pair of high heels over there.
(The shop assistant's eyes widen slightly at the size of the sale. Shreya pays in cash, the notes crisp and new. Later, she is seen at a cosmetics counter, then at a gourmet food store, her shopping bags multiplying.)

(It is Friday evening. Shreya is in her apartment, which now has a small vase of fresh flowers on the table. She is getting ready. She stands in front of her mirror, wearing the new red dress. She has styled her long hair, and her makeup is subtle but flawless. She looks like a different person. Confident. Powerful. Beautiful.)
Shreya: (To her reflection) Look at you. This is who you are now. Not scared little Shreya from the chawl. You are AmritFlow. You are a goddess. And tonight, you will be worshipped. Now go and get what you deserve.

(Shreya stands outside the door of a penthouse apartment in a luxurious Bandra high-rise. She takes a deep breath and rings the bell. The door swings open to reveal a handsome, well-dressed man in his late 30s. Behind him stands a beautiful woman with large, sad eyes.)
Aditya: (His face breaks into a warm, appreciative smile) AmritFlow... You are even more beautiful than we could have possibly imagined. Please, come in. I am Aditya, and this is my wife, Maya.
Maya: (Her voice is soft, almost a whisper) Thank you so much for coming. We are so grateful.
Shreya: (Steps inside, her new heels clicking on the marble floor) The pleasure is all mine. Please, call me Shreya.
(The apartment is stunning, with minimalist decor and a breathtaking view of the city skyline through floor-to-ceiling windows. Aditya leads her to a plush sofa.)
Aditya: Please, sit. Can I get you a drink? Some wine? Juice? Water?
Shreya: Water would be lovely, thank you.
(As Aditya gets the water, Maya sits in an armchair opposite Shreya. She seems incredibly nervous, her hands twisting in her lap.)
Maya: I hope... I hope our message didn't seem too strange. It's just... I've dreamed of this. Of feeling this... miracle of a woman's body. And when we saw your profile... you seemed so pure.
Shreya: (Offers her a small, reassuring smile) Your message was not strange, Maya. It was beautiful. I was honored to receive it.
Aditya: (Returns with the water) My wife is right. We see you as a gift, Shreya. A vessel of life. Tonight, we just want to be in your presence. To show our appreciation. There is no pressure. Your comfort is our only concern. The money is already in an envelope for you on the table. Please, take it.
(Shreya takes the thick envelope. She doesn't need to count it. She places it in her new, expensive handbag.)
Aditya: Are you ready?
(Shreya nods. They lead her into the master bedroom. It is dimly lit with candles, and the air smells of jasmine. The huge bed is covered in silk sheets.)
Aditya: Please. Lie down. Get comfortable. Let us take care of you.
(Shreya removes her heels and lies back on the bed, her red dress a slash of color against the white silk. Aditya and Maya stand on either side of the bed, just looking down at her.)
Maya: You truly are a vision. Like a painting.
Aditya: A fertility goddess, just as we said. (He reaches out and gently touches the fabric of her dress at her shoulder). May we?
(Shreya gives a slight nod. Slowly, reverently, they begin to undress her. Aditya unzips the red dress, his fingers ghosting over her skin. Maya helps her slide it off, revealing the new, black lace lingerie she bought. They both let out a soft gasp.)
Maya: Oh, you are exquisite...
(They remove her lingerie with the same slow reverence, until she is completely naked, lying before them in the candlelight. Their eyes are drawn to her full, heavy breasts.)
Maya: (Reaches out a trembling hand, stopping just short of touching her) May I?
Shreya: (Her voice is a soft murmur) Yes.
(Maya gently cups one breast. Tears well up in her eyes.)
Maya: (Whispering) It's so soft... so full of life... Aditya, she's real.
Aditya: (Kneels on the bed beside her) Of course she is, my love. (To Shreya) Will you... will you show her your gift?
(Shreya gently squeezes her breast, and a stream of white milk flows, stark against her pale skin. Maya lets out a choked sob.)
Maya: It's... it's a miracle.
Aditya: Taste it, my love. Let her gift heal you.
(Maya leans down, and with a soft sigh, takes Shreya's nipple into her mouth. She begins to drink, her tears flowing freely onto Shreya's skin. Aditya watches them, his face filled with love for his wife and awe for Shreya. He then moves to the other breast and latches on himself.)
Shreya: (Gasps as they both suckle her, a wave of intense, overwhelming sensation washing over her) Oh... oh my...
(They drink from her for what feels like an eternity. When they finally pull away, Maya's face is transformed. The sadness is gone, replaced by a radiant, peaceful glow.)
Maya: (Strokes Shreya's cheek) Thank you. You have... you have no idea what you've just given me.
Aditya: (Kisses Shreya's shoulder) Now... let us worship the rest of you.
(He moves down her body, his lips and tongue tracing paths of fire over her stomach. Maya moves to kiss her, a deep, passionate kiss that takes Shreya by surprise. Shreya kisses her back, her body coming alive under their combined attention.)
Shreya: (Moans into Maya's mouth as Aditya's tongue finds her clit) Oh! God! Maya!
Maya: (Whispering against her lips) Shhh, it's okay. We're here. We've got you.
(Maya's hands begin to explore Shreya's body, mirroring Aditya's movements. Shreya is trapped in a vortex of pleasure, her senses overloaded. A woman's soft touch, a man's skilled tongue, both at once.)
Aditya: (Looking up from between her legs) You taste like honey and cream. My wife needs to taste this.
(Maya moves down to join him. Shreya cries out as two mouths now worship her, their tongues and lips working in perfect harmony. It is too much. Her body convulses, and a powerful orgasm rips through her.)
Shreya: I'm... I'm coming! Aaaah!
(In the aftermath, they all move up to lie on the bed together, a tangle of limbs. Aditya is in the middle, with Maya on one side and Shreya on the other.)
Aditya: That was just the beginning. Tonight, you are our queen. Our goddess. And we are your devoted servants. Tell us what you want. Anything.
Shreya: (Looking from his handsome face to Maya's beautiful one, feeling powerful and utterly desired) I want... both of you. Inside me.
(Aditya and Maya exchange a look of pure excitement.)
Maya: As our goddess commands.

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