Introduction:

Riya has been married for three years. Her husband, Varun, is always busy with work and barely touches her anymore. One night, his old college friend Kabir comes to visit and stays overnight. He's tall, charming, and completely opposite of Varun. That night, after a few drinks… everything changes.

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Riya adjusted her red satin nightgown. The neckline dipped dangerously low, her dusky skin glowing under dim lights. Kabir sat on the couch, sipping whiskey, his eyes shamelessly scanning her curves.

“Tumne kaha tha drinks sirf do peg…” she said, half-smiling.

“Tumhe dekh kar toh aur chadh jaata hai Riya…” Kabir smirked, his voice rough.

She laughed nervously. “Tum mere pati ke dost ho.”

He stood up, walked to her slowly. “Aur tum us pati ki patni… jo tumhe touch bhi nahi karta.”

Her breath hitched.

“Kabir… yeh galat hai.”

He cupped her jaw. “Par tumhaari aankhon mein haan dikhti hai…”

And then—his lips crashed on hers. Desperate. Wild. No hesitation.

Her body responded instantly. She gripped his shirt, pulling him closer. He pushed her against the wall, lifting her leg, grinding into her.

“Dekho kaise bheeg gayi ho sirf ek kiss se…” he whispered, sliding his hand up her thigh.

She moaned. “Ruko… bedroom mein…”

“Nahi… yahi pe…”

He ripped her nightgown down—her breasts bounced free and he latched onto them, sucking hard, biting her nipples. She gasped.

His fingers slid into her wet folds—two, deep and fast.

“Kya tum kabhi chhupi thi ya tumhara pati hi bewakoof tha?”

“Kabir… aur…” she begged.

He unzipped, pulled his thick length out, and rubbed it along her slick folds.

“Itni tight ho… mujhe chhodna nahi chahti na?”

“Mat chhodo… please…”

He thrust in—hard. She screamed.

He pounded her mercilessly against the wall, grabbing her hair, kissing her neck, whispering filth in her ears.

“Main tujhe teri shaadi ki raat se zyada yaadgar raat dunga…”

He pulled out, turned her around, bent her over the sofa.

“Kamar hilao meri taraf… haan… aise…”

The slaps of skin echoed. Her legs trembled. His name escaped her lips like a prayer.

He pulled her hair back. “Kya chahiye Riya?”

“Tum… tumhara sab kuch…”

They came together—screaming, breathless, lost in sin.

He kissed her lips gently. “Yeh toh sirf shuruaat hai… Riya.”

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Author Mrinal 🌸 🎀 ✨️