Husbands swapped their lactating wives after making them fully drunk

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Here is the summary of the entire story with characters. 

Character Descriptions

• Ananya Sharma: In her early 30s, Ananya is an extroverted and passionate advertising agency owner. She has a toned, athletic body with a slim waist and abs, but her most notable feature is her large, lactating bust. She is a confident, witty woman who loves yoga.
  
• Vikram Sharma: Also in his early 30s, Vikram is Ananya's husband and an architect. He is reserved and thoughtful, often lost in his books, but harbors a deep-seated yearning for a more uninhibited connection.
  
• Priya Singh: In her late 20s, Priya is a vibrant and cheerful freelance graphic designer. She has an athletic body with a toned waist and abs, and a large, lactating bust, similar to Ananya's. She is a devoted yogi and is outwardly passionate.
  
• Rohan Malhotra: Also in his late 20s, Rohan is Priya's husband and a charismatic, energetic cafe owner. He is confident and boisterous, often the instigator of action and an unabashed sensualist.
  
• Sakshi and Supriya: Two women in their neighbourhood, both with husbands abroad in the USA. They are lactating mothers, lonely and open to new experiences, drawn into the group by Rohan's invitation. Sakshi has heavy, milk-laden breasts, while Supriya's are gloriously overflowing.
  
  

Scene-by-Scene Summary

• Scene 1: Ananya and Vikram, a seemingly content but routine-bound couple, meet the young, vibrant Priya and Rohan at Lodhi Garden. The two couples are immediately drawn to each other, with the men captivated by the women's bodies and the women intrigued by the men's personalities. The conversation is filled with subtle flirtation and unspoken desires, with the women's disciplined yoga bodies and lactating busts being a point of fascination.
  
• Scene 2: The attraction deepens as the couples have chance encounters in Delhi. Ananya feels a sense of something "missing" in her life and is drawn to Rohan's confident charm. Vikram, in turn, finds himself captivated by Priya’s vivacity and open nature. The couples admit their dissatisfaction and unspoken cravings. They meet again at a common friend's wedding, where their attraction is amplified through dancing and close proximity. Due to a mishap, Priya and Rohan get a ride home with Ananya and Vikram.
  
• Scene 3: During the car ride, Rohan audaciously brings up the topic of their private sex lives. Ananya reveals her and Vikram's fading spark, while Priya confesses that Rohan's high sex drive sometimes feels overwhelming. Both women also subtly reveal their unique ability to lactate, a shared secret. The men are intrigued. The couples, under the influence of alcohol, get even more candid, and the evening ends with Rohan and Priya inviting Ananya and Vikram inside for more drinks.
  
• Scene 4: As they drink more, Vikram, surprisingly, opens up, captivating everyone with his philosophical thoughts. As they get increasingly drunk, Ananya and Priya collapse onto the couches. The men, still aroused, conspire to switch partners. Vikram takes Priya to a bedroom, and Rohan takes Ananya. They decide to have sex with the other man's wife, believing the women will be too drunk to remember.
  
• Scene 5: The men, acting on their plan, take the women to separate bedrooms. Rohan has wild sex with Ananya, marveling at her incredible body. Vikram, in turn, has sex with Priya, captivated by her strength and sensuality. Both men find their encounters more satisfying than with their own wives. After their respective acts, they switch back to their original partners, the women still oblivious.
  
• Scene 6: The next morning, Ananya and Priya wake up with hangovers, naked, and with sperm inside them. The men lie, telling their wives they had passionate sex with them. However, both women feel something is wrong; they feel different. They discover the men gave them conflicting stories, and a silent suspicion dawns between them.
  
• Scene 7: Rohan and Vikram discuss their night on the balcony, gleefully admitting to each other that they found the other's wife far more pleasurable. Rohan proposes a plan to continue this arrangement using a substance that would make the women oblivious. The women confront them, and after a moment of denial, the men admit to switching.
  
• Scene 8: The women are furious and disgusted by the deception. The men, however, admit their love for the other women and propose a polyamorous relationship, where all four of them are together. Despite their initial anger, Ananya and Priya accept the new arrangement, sharing a passionate kiss with their new partners in front of their original ones.
  
• Scene 9: The women, fueled by a mix of anger and desire, test the men. Ananya demands that Rohan and Vikram give each other a blowjob in front of them to prove their devotion. After initial hesitation, the men agree, and proceed to perform the act with each other, much to the women's excitement.
  
• Scene 10: The spectacle of the men's intimate act ignites a powerful hunger in the women. Priya, unable to control herself, begins to finger herself. Ananya, seeing her, helps her, leading to Priya's explosive orgasm.
  
• Scene 11: The women, now completely comfortable with each other, continue their sensual exploration. Ananya begins to pleasure herself, and Priya joins in, bringing Ananya to a powerful climax. The men, watching the scene, are utterly aroused and mesmerized.
  
• Scene 12: The women, in a bold display of newfound confidence, strip off their remaining clothes and throw their underwear at the men. They then lie on the floor and begin to kiss and finger each other, a raw, intimate spectacle that leaves the men speechless.
  
• Scene 13: The women's intimacy escalates as they reveal their lactating breasts to each other. Ananya and Priya proceed to suckle each other's milk, a primal act that both feeds and arouses them, watched by the mesmerized men.
  
• Scene 14: Vikram calls a pause to their sensual activities to discuss the future. The four, naked, sit and talk about their feelings and what they are to each other. They all confirm their love for each other and accept the new, unconventional polyamorous lifestyle.
  
• Scene 15: They all decide to make plans for the day, suggesting fun activities like a shared brunch and a walk. They talk about their food preferences and how they can combine their lives, their hobbies, and their friends.
  
• Scene 16: During brunch, they begin with sensual games. Priya shares a carrot from her mouth with Vikram, and they kiss. Ananya places kheer on her nipples and invites Rohan to eat it. Rohan sucks the kheer and milk from her breasts. Ananya, in her arousal, asks for help, and Priya and Rohan both suckle her breasts profusely. Vikram takes a picture to capture the moment.
  
• Scene 17: Rohan suggests inviting more people into their lifestyle. He mentions he knows other couples who practice polyamory. Ananya and Priya, while engaging in intimate acts with each other, express interest.
  
• Scene 18: Rohan reveals he wants to invite two lactating mothers from the neighbourhood, Sakshi and Supriya, whose husbands are out of the country. Ananya and Priya, after a moment of shock, agree to the plan. Rohan calls both women and invites them over, giving them a "chill vibe" invitation.
  
• Scene 19: Ananya and Priya plan their seduction. They decide to act as a team, making Sakshi and Supriya comfortable, and slowly introducing them to the idea of shared intimacy by revealing their own breasts and asking them to reveal theirs. Sakshi and Supriya, intrigued and curious, agree to go to the bedroom with them.
  
• Scene 20: The two women reveal their large, full, lactating breasts. Ananya and Priya manipulate them with words, offering "relief" and "support," and proceed to suckle their breasts. The women are in awe of the sheer amount of milk. Rohan and Vikram enter the room, fully naked with erect penises, to welcome them into their lifestyle.
  
• Scene 21: Rohan and Vikram explain their polyamorous lifestyle to Sakshi and Supriya. Ananya and Priya, in a bold display, give their husbands blowjobs in front of the new women. Rohan explains to the new women that they can receive the same pleasure.
  
• Scene 22: Rohan and Priya give Supriya oral pleasure, while Vikram and Ananya do the same to Sakshi. They then switch to penetrative sex.
  
• Scene 23: All six lie together, exhausted but fulfilled. Sakshi and Supriya express their profound satisfaction, thanking them for the experience. Priya suggests a communal bath. Ananya reveals her desire to continue the milk-sharing in the bath.
  
• Scene 24: They all get naked and head to the bathroom. Ananya and Priya, with mischievous intent, return to the living room to grab two strapons. They return to the bathroom and strap them on, ready to use them on Sakshi and Supriya.
  
• Scene 25: Ananya and Priya proceed to use their strapons on Sakshi and Supriya in the shower. Priya also gives Rohan a kiss with milk in her mouth, while Sakshi performs a simultaneous blowjob on both Rohan and Vikram. All six are involved in a grand, chaotic, uninhibited act of passion.
  

[ashuezy2]

Any feedback ? This is going to be an amazing story. At night the husbands are just going to switch bedrooms and they will fuck each other's wives. In the morning wives are going to realize sperm inside but they don't have any memory of having sex.

[ashuezy2]

Scene 1

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[Lodhi Garden, Delhi – A Saturday Morning]

(The sun is bright. The air is fresh. Ananya, in black yoga pants and a form-fitting top, is finishing a complex yoga pose. She’s sweating a little, but looks calm and content. Nearby, Vikram sits on a bench, absorbed in a book, occasionally looking up. He’s dressed in comfortable jeans and a simple t-shirt.)

The other couple:
(Priya, in bright patterned leggings, and Rohan, in shorts and a loose t-shirt, walk past them, laughing. Priya sees Ananya.)

Priya: Wow! What great form!

Ananya: (Turning, smiling) Priya! You’re here too?

Priya: Yes! We come here daily. You?

Ananya: Me too. I dragged Vikram here today. (She gestures to Vikram, who gives a small, polite nod. He glances at Priya, then quickly back at his book.) Otherwise, he just stays in his books.

Rohan: (Chuckling) Every man is like this, Ananya. The wife has to bring them out into the fresh air.

Ananya: (Laughing) Looks like you’re also a victim of this ‘fresh air,’ Rohan.

Rohan: Not a victim! Lucky! Priya has improved my habits. (He winks at Priya, who playfully shoves him.)
(Priya now looks at Vikram, who has put his book down. He looks at Priya, then at Ananya, a slight blush on his face.)

Priya: Vikram, you are sitting so quietly. Bored with our talks?

Vikram: No, no, Priya. Just listening. You guys have good energy.

Ananya: (Lightly punching Vikram’s arm) Vikram is a bit reserved. It takes him time in social gatherings.

Rohan: No problem. He’ll warm up slowly. By the way, how long have both of you been doing yoga?

Priya: I’ve been doing it since college. He only started after me.

Ananya: Me too, for many years. It helps clear the mind. And the body feels amazing, doesn't it?

Priya: Absolutely! It’s like magic. And how is your ad agency work going, Ananya?

Ananya: (Smiling) It’s good. It’s a lot of work, but I love it. And what about you? What do you do?

Priya: I’m a graphic designer. It’s a lot of freelance work.

Rohan: And she’s very talented. By the way, Vikram, what about you? What do you do?

Vikram: (Looking up from his book) I’m an architect.

Rohan: Oh! That’s interesting. What are you reading?

Vikram: (Holding up the book) It's about urban planning.

Priya: You know, I just saw a book on architecture at the bookstore yesterday! It was so cool. The buildings on the cover were so pretty.

Vikram: (A rare, genuine smile) They are, aren’t they? It’s not just about pretty buildings though. It’s about how things are designed.

Priya: I know! I was telling Rohan the same thing! Sometimes I feel like Delhi needs a complete redesign.
(The two couples stand there for a moment, talking. A comfortable ease has settled between them. Ananya notices how Rohan’s eyes seem to linger on her, and how Vikram can’t seem to stop looking at Priya. It’s a quiet, electric moment.)

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Scene 2

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[Ananya and Vikram’s Apartment – Mid-week Evening]

(The apartment is quiet. Ananya is in the living room, stretching after her evening workout. She’s wearing a comfortable t-shirt and shorts. Vikram walks in from his study, holding a book, a far-off look in his eyes.)

Ananya: Where were you? I was calling.

Vikram: At the bookstore. I found a good book. I also met Priya there.

Ananya: (Pausing her stretch, raising an eyebrow) Oh? She likes books too?

Vikram: Yes. She’s… quite interesting. She talks a lot, but she listens too. She asked about my work, actually. She really listened.

Ananya: (Smiling) She’s lovely, isn't she? So much positive energy. (She thinks of Rohan's confident charm.) Rohan also… he’s very engaging. I met him today at the coffee shop.

Vikram: Oh? What did you talk about?

Ananya: Just general talk. He invited me to his cafe. Said he'd make me a special coffee. He’s got a way with words, that one.
(Vikram's lips form a thin line. The air grows thick with unspoken thoughts. Ananya continues her stretch, lost in thought. Vikram pretends to read his book, but his mind is replaying his conversation with Priya.)

[Later that week – A Coffee Shop in Khan Market]

(Ananya sits at a corner table, sipping a latte. Her client is late. Rohan walks in, holding a coffee.)

Rohan: Ananya! You’re here?

Ananya: Rohan! Yes, I’m waiting for a client. Your cafe is close by, right?

Rohan: Yes, just nearby. You've never come? I'll make you a special coffee.

Ananya: Maybe next time. With the client.

Rohan: The client is fine. But you should come alone sometime. There’s a certain vibe to my place you’ll appreciate. Especially after a good workout.

Ananya: (Laughing) Oh really? What kind of vibe?

Rohan: One that will make you feel even more energetic. Trust me. You must need energy, managing so much.
(Ananya feels a thrill. Her client calls just then, and Rohan, with a polite nod, walks away, leaving her with a sense of anticipation.)

[Another day – At a Bookstore]

(Vikram is lost in the architecture section. He reaches for a rare book, and another hand is already on it. It’s Priya.)

Priya: Oh! Sorry! You wanted this too?

Vikram: Priya? No, no. You take it. I was just looking.

Priya: Really? I was just looking at the building on the cover. This is for your work, right?

Vikram: Yes, it’s an architecture book. You're interested in this?

Priya: A little bit. Rohan says I just look at pretty buildings. 

Vikram: (Smiling) You're absolutely right. 

Priya: So, you don't get frustrated? Sometimes, I feel like, just build everything as I like.

Vikram: I do. But then you see a good design come to life, and it’s all worth it.

Priya: True. Shall we go? I just came to get a novel. Now even these architecture books are starting to look good. (She winks.)
(They walk towards the counter, a comfortable silence between them. He feels an ease he rarely feels with new people. Later that evening, he thinks only of Priya.)

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Scene 3

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[At the Wedding – Late Night]

(The DJ is playing a loud, pulsing song. Ananya, in her emerald green lehenga, pulls a hesitant Vikram onto the dance floor. They dance for a while, a bit awkwardly at first. Ananya smiles when she sees Priya and Rohan dancing nearby. They are fluid, full of energy.)

Ananya: (Smiling at Rohan) You guys are such great dancers!

Rohan: (Grinning) You too! That lehenga really works with your moves.

Ananya: (Laughing) Thank you!
(Priya turns to Vikram, who is standing a bit stiffly. She gestures playfully.)

Priya: Vikram, come on! Dance like no one is watching!
(Vikram smiles, and tries to loosen up. Ananya and Priya are now dancing facing each other, a shared, joyful energy passing between them. The two men also find themselves moving in a friendly rhythm with each other. Later, they are all laughing together.)

[Leaving the Wedding – Outside]

(The wedding is over. Ananya and Vikram are walking to their car. They see Priya and Rohan looking worried by the entrance.)

Priya: Oh, Ananya! Vikram!

Rohan: Our friend who gave us a ride, his mom suddenly got sick. He had to leave. Now we have no way to get home.

Ananya: No problem. We can give you a ride. We're going towards Defence Colony. Where do you live?

Rohan: We're close by! Greater Kailash. That would be a huge help!

Vikram: Okay, let’s go then.
(They get into Vikram’s car. Ananya in the passenger seat, Priya and Rohan in the back. The initial silence is a little awkward.)

Rohan: The wedding was awesome, but I’m tired now.

Priya: (Nudging him) You danced like crazy. By the way, Ananya, Vikram, what’s your love story? How long have you been married?

Ananya: Seven years. We were college sweethearts. Vikram was very shy. I was the one who chased him.

Vikram: (Smiling softly) Ananya brought excitement into my life.

Priya: Wow! We've been married for three years. Our story is very filmy. Rohan was after me from day one.

Rohan: What could I do? I saw such a beautiful girl. Couldn’t control myself. By the way, Ananya, how do you two stay so fit? You have amazing bodies!

Ananya: Just workouts and yoga. It’s a lifestyle now.

Priya: Same here! We both go to the gym and do yoga every morning. Rohan says his wife is a power-lifter. But it helps with… energy. You know?

Rohan: (To Vikram) Vikram, how’s your sex life? Seven years, is the spark still there?
(Vikram’s hands grip the steering wheel. He’s silent.)

Ananya: (A little shocked, but then confident) Rohan! What a question!

Rohan: What happened? We're friends, right? Just curious. Priya says us Punjabi people have a very high sex drive. She even lactates sometimes. It’s wild.
(Priya blushes, but nods slightly at Ananya. Ananya feels a jolt of recognition. She experiences the same thing.)

Vikram: (His voice a little strained) Our… our sex life is fine.

Ananya: (Looking at Rohan in the mirror) The spark has to be maintained, Rohan. It’s not always easy. Sometimes… you need a little something extra.

Priya: (Looking at Ananya, a shared understanding in her eyes) Exactly! You have to keep things interesting. Sometimes, it’s the unexpected that keeps the fire going.
(The car becomes quiet. All four are lost in thought, the conversations about bodies and desires lingering in the air.)

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[Priya and Rohan’s Apartment – Dining Room – Late Night/Early Morning]

(The four of them are sitting around the dining table. Empty glasses and bottles are scattered around. Everyone looks a little drunk and tired. Vikram, however, is talking with a passion he rarely shows.)

Vikram: Look, it’s not just about being open. It’s about finding that connection! That… that echo in someone else’s soul! How many people actually listen? Most people just wait for their turn to speak! I want that deeper understanding. It takes me so long to open up because I'm looking for that.

Priya: (Her eyes wide, captivated) You are so right, Vikram. It feels like… you just said what was in my heart.

Ananya: (Smiling at Vikram) I told you. He’s a deep one when he gets going. He just needs to loosen up.

Rohan: (Looking at his watch) Wow, it’s 2 in the morning! You guys should just stay here! It’s too late. Our other room is ready. No problem at all!

Vikram: No, Rohan. It’s okay. Thank you so much, but we should go.

Ananya: (To Vikram) Are you crazy? Look at you! You’re totally drunk. Who will drive? We’re staying. Rohan, Priya, thank you so much!

Rohan: Perfect!
(The night continues. They have more drinks. The laughter dies down, replaced by a quiet, drowsy calm. Ananya falls back on the sofa, her eyes closed. Rohan, also very tired, sits next to her. Their thighs are touching. At the same time, Vikram and Priya move closer to each other on the other sofa. Priya’s head rests on his shoulder.)
(Everyone is tired and half-asleep. Ananya reaches for Rohan’s hand and their fingers intertwine. He smiles faintly. Vikram puts his arm around Priya’s waist, and she sighs contentedly. Then, as if on cue, they all turn to face each other.)

Ananya: (Softly, her eyes still closed) Mmm.

Rohan: (His lips brush hers) Hmm.
(Ananya’s lips meet Rohan’s in a soft, drunken kiss. At the same time, Vikram’s lips find Priya’s. The kisses start out gentle, then grow more passionate, more wild. They are lost in the moment. The kisses become French kisses, with tongues exploring. Their hands move over each other's faces.)

(Vikram’s hands slide to Priya’s waist, pulling her closer. His mouth leaves hers and he begins to kiss her jaw and neck. Priya moans, her hands tangled in his hair. At the same time, Rohan’s hands move to Ananya's back, pulling her body flush against his. His kisses move from her mouth to her shoulder. Ananya gasps, her hands grabbing his shirt. They are completely consumed by each other, in a world of their own.)

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Scene 5

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[Priya and Rohan’s Apartment – Dining Room – Deep into the Night]

(The two couples, a tangle of limbs and passion, are locked in kisses. After a long moment, Rohan and Vikram slowly and gently pull away from Ananya and Priya. The women are deeply inebriated, half-asleep on the sofas. Rohan stands up and looks at Vikram.)

Rohan: (In a low, husky whisper) Vikram… I’m telling you, this is for tonight only. These two are completely drunk. They won't remember anything tomorrow. They won't know if it was me or you.
(Vikram’s heart pounds. He looks at Priya on the sofa, then back at Rohan.)

Vikram: (His voice is surprisingly steady) Okay, Rohan. You take Ananya to the bedroom on the left. I will take Priya to the bedroom on the right. When you’re done… we'll switch. They won't know.

(Rohan nods slowly, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. He gives Vikram a silent, conspiratorial look.)

[Bedroom on the Left – Rohan and Ananya]
(Rohan carefully carries a semi-conscious Ananya into the bedroom. He lays her on the bed. He looks at her face, her body. He slowly unzips her blouse and takes it off. He stares at her body before gently taking off her skirt and underwear.)

Rohan’s hands roam over Ananya’s full, ample breasts, their softness filling his palms. He groans, his mouth finding her lips, then her neck, trailing kisses down to her creamy, full chest. Her nipples, already hard and prominent, press into his skin. Ananya moans in her sleep, her body arching into his touch, her hips lifting instinctively. Rohan positions himself and slowly, deliberately, he enters her. He feels her warmth engulf him, her wetness a perfect embrace for his hard, throbbing penis. He thrusts gently at first, then with increasing power, the bed groaning with their passion. He pushes into her, his body a piston of pure desire, Ananya’s moans growing louder with each thrust. Rohan ejaculates inside Ananya soft vagina, making her full and satisfied. He watches her relax and in few moments she goes to sleep.

[Bedroom on the Right – Vikram and Priya]
(At the same time, Vikram carries a sleeping Priya into the other bedroom. He lays her on the bed and carefully removes her saree. He looks at her body before gently taking off her underwear.)

Vikram is mesmerized by Priya’s toned, athletic body. He runs his hands over her sculpted stomach, down her hips, and up to her heavy, lactating breasts. He stares at them, their sheer size a testament to her strength and femininity. Priya sighs in her sleep, her body molding to his. He positions himself and slowly, deliberately, he enters her, his long, thick penis filling her completely. Priya gasps, a soft sound escaping her lips as his hard length invades her. He thrusts into her, his movements slow and deep at first, savoring the feeling of her warmth and tightness. He pulls her closer, and then begins to thrust faster, harder, a wild abandon taking over. He moves with a rhythm he's never felt before, his body pounding into hers, her soft moans spurring him on. Vikram looking at Priya's heavy lactating breasts sucks them for milk only to ejaculate inside her. Priya moves sideways and sleeps quietly. 

[The Switch – Moments Later]
(After a few minutes, Rohan and Vikram, with a silent understanding, get off the beds and look at their still-sleeping partners. They quietly exchange rooms.)

Rohan: (He gently gets on the bed with Priya, who is still sleeping.)
Vikram: (He carefully gets on the bed with Ananya, who is also sleeping.)
(They both settle in with their own wives, pretending they had sex with them. The women are completely unaware.)

[RajV]

Excellent start swapping with a very new angle.
Keep it up.

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Scene 6

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[Priya and Rohan’s Apartment – Bedrooms – Morning]

A dull ache throbbed behind Priya’s temples, a relentless drumbeat accompanying the first unwelcome rays of morning light filtering through the curtains.

She groaned, stretching an arm out, and her fingers brushed against cool, unfamiliar sheets. Her eyes fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the unfamiliar bedroom. Rohan was still asleep beside her, a heavy, unmoving presence. But it wasn’t his arm dbangd over her, or his leg tangled with hers. She felt… exposed.

She pushed herself up, the blanket sliding down, and a gasp caught in her throat. She was completely nude. Her clothes, her vibrant pink saree, the delicate inner wear, lay in a rumpled heap on the floor beside the bed. A wave of confusion, mixed with a deeper, unsettling sense of bewilderment, washed over her. Her mind was a blurry mess, fragmented memories of laughter, of intense kisses, but nothing concrete, nothing that explained this nakedness.

Then, a faint, sticky sensation in her groin drew her attention. Her brow furrowed. She tentatively inserted a finger, and her eyes widened in shock. It was undeniable. Sperm. She had definitely had sex, and it had been… inside. A shiver ran through her, not entirely of pleasure, but of profound disorientation.
Rohan stirred beside her, his eyes still closed.

Priya: (Her voice was rough, hoarse from sleep and confusion) "Rohan? Rohan, utho! Kya hua tha raat ko?" (Rohan? Rohan, wake up! What happened last night?)

Rohan groaned, rubbing his eyes. He sat up, pushing his messy hair back, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he saw Priya’s nakedness and her distraught expression.

Rohan: (His voice thick with sleep and feigned nonchalance) "Arre, kya hua? Tum toh poori out thi. Party ke baad thoda romance toh banta hai na. We had wild sex, baby. Tumhe yaad nahi?" (Oh, what happened? You were completely out. After a party, a little romance is in order, right? We had wild sex, baby. You don't remember?)

Priya stared at him, a flicker of doubt in her eyes. It had been wild, he said. But this feeling… this sticky residue…

Priya: "Wild sex? Rohan! Clean toh kar dete neche se! Ya condom use kar lete? Mere bag mein hota hai hamesha!" Her voice was sharp, a mixture of exasperation and concern. (Wild sex? Rohan! You could have at least cleaned up afterward! Or used a condom? I always have one in my bag!)

Rohan just shrugged, pulling her into a half-hearted hug. "Arre, in the heat of the moment, kaun yaad rakhta hai? Tum toh bas so gayi thi, I just… you know." He kissed her forehead, trying to deflect.

Priya pulled away, a strange, nagging feeling deep in her gut. She needed to clean herself, to clear her head. She climbed out of bed, her body feeling strangely unfamiliar, and headed straight for the attached washroom. As the warm water from the shower cascaded over her, washing away the sticky evidence, her mind whirred. Was it Rohan? Really? The way she felt… it was different. Not bad, but… different. There was a subtle weight to her breasts, a lingering sensitivity around her nipples that wasn't quite what Rohan's touch usually left. A curious thought, sharp and clear, cut through the hangover fog: This is feeling different. She found herself wondering, was it really Rohan? She simply couldn't believe his story, not fully.

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[Ananya and Vikram’s Bedroom – Morning]

Ananya woke up with a pounding headache that felt like a tiny drum band was performing behind her eyes. She groaned, pulling the sheet higher, but her hand brushed against bare skin. Her eyes shot open. She was naked. Her gorgeous emerald lehenga, now a crumpled mess, lay on the carpet beside the bed, her inner wear tossed carelessly beside it. A sudden jolt of adrenaline shot through her, momentarily overriding the hangover.

A slow, creeping realization dawned. She felt a familiar wetness, a distinct stickiness in her vagina. She reached down, her fingers confirming the presence of sperm. A deep, internal tremor ran through her. Oh, my god. I had sex. Last night. And she remembered absolutely nothing beyond the wild dancing and the escalating drinks.

Vikram was in the attached washroom, the sound of the shower running. Ananya’s mind raced. What had happened? The last thing she remembered was laughing with Rohan, then… nothing.

She heard the shower stop, and Vikram emerged, a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked at her, a knowing, slightly mischievous smile on his face.

Ananya: (Her voice was a little shaky) "Vikram? Vikram, kya hua tha raat ko? I… I woke up naked. And…" she gestured vaguely downwards, her cheeks flushing.

(Vikram? Vikram, what happened last night? I… I woke up naked. And…)

Vikram walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge. He reached out and stroked her hair, his eyes filled with a feigned fondness.

Vikram: "Tum toh poori out ho gayi thi, Jaan. Bahut pi li thi. Main tumhe yahan laya, aur bas… you were so beautiful. We had wild sex. Tumhe yaad nahi?" He shrugged, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "You wanted it. You kept saying my name."

(You were completely out, darling. Drank too much. I brought you here, and well… you were so beautiful. We had wild sex. You don't remember? You wanted it. You kept saying my name.)

Ananya stared at him, a sudden, sharp pang of something she couldn't quite identify. His name? She barely remembered his face. The idea of wild sex with Vikram, in this state of oblivion, was hard to reconcile with the recent sense of something missing in their intimacy.

Ananya: "Clean toh kar dete neche se! Ya condom use kar lete? Mere bag mein hota hai hamesha!" Her voice rose in frustration. (You could have at least cleaned up afterward! Or used a condom? I always have one in my bag!)

Vikram just chuckled, patting her leg. "Arre, aise time mein kaun yaad rakhta hai? Tum toh bas… you were amazing."
Just then, there was a soft knock on the open bedroom door. Priya, freshly showered and dressed in a loose t-shirt and shorts, poked her head in. Her eyes immediately went to Ananya, still in bed, naked and disheveled. A silent, knowing look passed between them.

Priya: (Her voice was very soft, almost a whisper, her eyes meeting Ananya’s) "Kal raat… yaad hai kya hua tha?" (Last night… do you remember what happened?)

Ananya, her heart sinking slightly, shook her head, a grimace on her face.

Ananya: "I don't even have a clue. Bas headache hai aur… and I’m naked."

Priya: "Did you guys have sex last night?"

Ananya’s eyes widened. "How do you know?"

Priya: (A wry smile, a shared commiseration) "Because I was all nude in my bed. With sperm inside."

Ananya’s jaw dropped. "What? Yes! Exactly same with me! Oh my god!"

A wave of confusion, mixed with a strange, dawning solidarity, washed over them. Both women, in their separate rooms, had woken up to the exact same perplexing situation.

Priya: "Do you need any clothes? I have some spare. Yaar, mera dimaag kharab ho raha hai." (Do you need any clothes? I have some spare. My mind is getting messed up.)

Ananya: "Yes, please! God, yes. Mujhe toh bas clean hona hai." (Yes, please! God, yes. I just need to clean myself.)
Ananya quickly made her way to the washroom, Priya handing her a fresh towel and some clean shorts and a top. As the water ran over her, cleansing her body, her mind wrestled with the unsettling gaps in her memory. Was it Vikram? He said it was. But something in his eyes, in his too-casual tone, felt… off. Lekin mujhe yaar kyon nahi yaad hai? Why couldn't she remember? It felt like a dream, a blurred, sensual dream that had left tangible proof.

Priya leaned against the washroom doorframe, watching Ananya.

Priya: "Mujhe toh Rohan ki baat par yakeen nahi ho raha hai. Kuch toh alag tha." (I don't believe Rohan's story. Something was different.)

Ananya, scrubbing herself vigorously, paused, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Ananya: "Alag? Kya alag?" (Different? What's different?)

Priya: "Pata nahi… bas body ko pata chal raha hai ki something is not the same. You know how it is. It's like… a new feeling." She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "And Rohan is usually very… loud. But I don't remember any of that."
(I don't know… but my body knows that something is not the same. You know how it is. It's like… a new feeling. And Rohan is usually very… [i]loud. But I don't remember any of that.)
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Ananya nodded slowly, her own memory trying to grasp at fleeting sensations. She thought of Vikram’s usual quietness during intimacy. He wasn’t loud either. But the sheer intensity she felt, or rather, didn’t feel in her memory, was unsettling. And the feeling of being filled… it was distinct, yes.

Ananya: "Mujhe bhi yaad nahi ki Vikram ne kuch kiya ho. Matlab, he said he did, but… mere liye bhi yehi feeling hai. Like… it was very passionate, but… it’s a blank. And the sperm… I mean, we usually don't… you know." (I also don't remember Vikram doing anything. I mean, he said he did, but… I also have the same feeling. Like… it was very passionate, but… it’s a blank. And the sperm… I mean, we usually don't… you know.)

Priya nodded, a sudden shared understanding dawning between them. The implications were chilling, yet strangely, thrilling.

Priya: "Toh phir, kisne kiya? Woh toh bol rahe the ki humne hi kiya. But agar yaad nahi hai, aur alag lag raha hai…" Her voice trailed off, leaving the unspoken question hanging in the air.

(So then, who did it? They were saying that they did it. But if we don't remember, and it feels different…)
Ananya stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around her, her mind racing. The thought, still vague and unformed, was terrifyingly exciting. "I don't know, Priya. But something is definitely… off." She looked at Priya, a new light in her eyes, a shared secret beginning to form between them. "Let’s get dressed. Aur phir dekhte hain yeh donon kya bol rahe hain." (I don't know, Priya. But something is definitely… off. Let's get dressed. And then let's see what these two are saying.)

What revelations will emerge when the two couples face each other, my curious mortal?