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Chapter Seventeen: The Disco Outing Part 2

**Archie's Perspective**

Music loud tha. Bass vibrating kar raha tha meri ragon mein. Aur main? Main masti mein thi. Drinks chahiye thi. Bahut saari.

Kal mera plan fail ho gaya tha. Socha tha Jiju aur Mira bahar mil rahe hain. Par meri woh car stunt... uski wajah se Mom ne mujhe neeche sula diya. Maine khud Jiju ko open ground de diya. Stupid, stupid me.

Mira bheed mein slowly disappear ho rahi thi. Washroom ki taraf. Main dance kar rahi thi, ankhein bandh thi masti mein. Tabhi...

Ek firm hand. Strong. Dominant. Mere waist pe aaya. Aur mujhe kheench ke paas liya. Poora. Tight.

Main jaanti thi yeh kaun thi. Meri Jiju. Peeche se mujhe hug kar rahi thi. Unka body mere against. Garam. Hard.

"Teri dresses naughty hain Archie," unhone mere kaan mein whisper kiya. Awaaz mein woh tease tha. Woh hunger. "Tuesday night ki tarah. Yaad hai? Aur yeh one piece?" Unhone mere hips se dress ko thoda upar kiya. "Wow. Tumhe dekh ke hi mera khoon garam ho gaya."

Unke lips. Oh god. Unke lips meri peeth pe move karne lage. Slow. Sensual. Meri dress backless thi. Unke liye. Easy access. Meri skin. Unke lips. Wet kisses. Main kaanp gayi.

"Jiju pls," maine kaha. Awaaz shaky thi. "Chhod dijiye. Mira aa jayegi. Kisi bhi waqt."

Unhone muskuraya. Main feel kar sakti thi. "Haan. Shayaad. Chalo phir. Apne seat pe chalte hain. Yahan nahi. Bahut bheed hai."

Unhone mera wrist pakda. Tight. Commanding. Mujhe kuch bhi bolne ka chance nahi diya. Bas follow kiya. Jaise unki property hoon.

Sofa pe baithe. VIP section. Unhone practically mujhe apni god mein kheench liya. Meri thighs unki thighs pe. Close. Very close. Main unki god mein thi. Unka hardness mujhe feel ho raha tha.

Unhone mere baal hataye. Side pe. Aur softly, slowly, mere neck pe kiss karna shuru kiya. Nibbling. Sucking. Marking.

"Jiju pls," maine phir kaha. Begging. "Pls mere pyaare Jiju. Achha baniye. Control kijiye."

Unhone mera chin uthaya. Aankhon mein dekha. Woh smirk. Woh arrogance. "Tum naughty raho," unhone kaha. "Aur main achha banu? Yeh fair nahi hai meri jaan. Tum provoke karti ho. Aur main control karu?"

Unhone mere kaan mein phir whisper kiya. Hot breath. "Mujhe pata hai tum kitni naughty ho. Kal woh car stunt? Woh accident nahi tha. Right? Tum jaan bujhkar kar rahi thi. Mujhe yahan rakhne ke liye. Mira ke saath."

Unka ek haath mujhe tight lapete hue tha. Meri waist pe. Doosra? Doosra mere thighs pe caress kar raha tha. Upar. Neeche. Slowly. Teasing.

"Nahi Jiju," maine kaha. Breath tez. "Woh galti thi. Sach."

"Galti thi?" unhone kaha. Awaaz mein woh threat. Woh promise. "Haan. Galti thi. Aur galtiyon ki saza hoti hai. Tumhe punish kiya jaayega. Aaj raat."

Unhone mera earlobe bite kiya. Hard. Painful. Par pleasurable. Main moan nikal gayi. Chhupaya. Nahi chhup payi.

"Jiju pls," maine kaha. Kuch bhi. Bas bol rahi thi.

Unhone apna haath dheere se upar move kiya. Meri thighs se. Meri waist pe. Aur phir... mere "milkies" ki taraf. Softly. Over my dress. Squeeze kiya. Whisper kiya, "Jaanti ho 4 level test ke baare mein?"

"Kya test Jiju?" maine pucha. Confused. Flustered. Aroused.

Tabhi. Mira. Wapas dance floor pe. Mujhe dhoondh rahi thi. Idhar udhar dekh rahi thi. Jiju ne notice kiya. Unhe pata tha. Time khatam ho raha tha.

Unhone jaldi se kaha, "Aaj raat. 1 AM. Main tumhare room mein aaunga. Bataunga test ke baare mein. Poora. Detail mein."

Aur phir... unhone mere boobs quickly squeeze kiye. Tight. Possessive. Marking his territory. Aur mujhe chhod diya.

*Chhod diya?* Maine socha. Heart tez dhadak raha tha. *Ya yeh bas trailer tha...*

*Jo aaj raat mujhe hone wala tha?*

 

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Chapter Eighteen: Failed Plans & Next Moves

**Friday, 11 AM**
**Kapoor House**

**Sumit's Perspective**

Main apne bed pe leta tha. Nanga. Scheming. Apna next move soch raha tha. Mera foot? Perfectly fine. Par yeh unhe nahi pata tha.

Kal raat Archie ne oversmarti ki. Jab hum club se 12 baje wapas aaye, usne kaha ke woh sirf apni Mommy ke saath sona chahti hai. "Mujhe Mummy chahiye," usne kaha. Aur uski stupid mother? Usne turant agree kar liya. "Haan meri baby mere saath soyegi."

Yeh uski **second foul move** thi. Pehli car stunt thi. Ab yeh. Main use unpunished nahi chhod sakta. Woh jaanti thi ke main aaj 2 PM ko Jaipur wapas jaane wala hoon. Isliye usne yeh move khela. Mujhe avoid karne ke liye. Aur subah bhi jaldi nikal gayi, keh ke ke morning classes attend karegi, phir aake goodbye bolegi. Bullshit.

Main apni Saalis ke saath games mein maze le raha tha. Kal raat bhi, Archie ke baad, jab woh mommy ke saath chali gayi, socha tha ke Mira ko wapas room mein bulaun. Ek raat, do Saalis. Par phir socha — **control this hunger**. Save it for Archie. Naughty slut ko reminder chahiye ke yahan **kaun charge mein hai**. Kaun baap hai.

Par main simply business trip weekend pe extend nahi kar sakta tha. Pooja suspicious ho jaati. Aur Dad ko kya kehta? "Sorry Dad, aapki bahu ki sisters ki chut leni hai, isliye ruk gaya"?

Nahi.

Phir maine Archie ka hi playbook use kiya. Acting. Drama. Maine dikhaya ke maine apna ankle **sprain** kar liya getting ready ke time. Bathroom se nikla, limping. Pain ka expression. Ab foot move nahi kar sakta. Dard mein hoon. Poora theatre kiya.

Apni mother aur mother-in-law ko jaanta tha. Emotional fools. Jaise socha tha, waise hi hua. Kuch frantic phone calls. "Oh bete!" "Oh damaad ji!" Aur decide ho gaya — bechara Sumit weekend pe Kapoors pe hi rest karega. Monday ko wapas aayega. Doctor ke paas jaayega.

**Perfect.**

Ab Fri aur Sat: Mira office jayegi. Meri corporate slut. Archie aaj 2 PM ko wapas aayegi. Kal uski chhutti hai. Mother-in-law socialite hai, poora din ghar pe nahi hogi — parties, kitty, bullshit.

Sumit ko uska **chance** milega. Archie ko **grab** karega. Aur is baar? Is baar **merciful** nahi hoga. **Violent** hoga. Rough hoga. Woh roegi. Woh moan karegi. Aur main? Main usse punish karunga. Poori raat. Baar baar. Jab tak woh nahi kehti ke woh meri hai. Sirf meri.

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**3 PM**
**Khanna Residence**

**Pooja's Perspective**

Kal raat sab plan ke hisaab se nahi gaya. Main Siya ko aur rakhna chahti thi. Uski innocence ko todna chahti thi. Seduction next level pe le jaana chahti thi. Uske lips chumna chahti thi. Par woh abhi bhi shy thi. Nervous. Alcohol chahiye tha. Mood setting chahiye tha. Dim lights. Music. Uske bina mushkil tha.

Woh 15 minute mein chali gayi. "Goodnight Bhabhi!" Aur bhaag gayi. Matlab Rajat ko bhi zyada waqt nahi mila Payal ke saath. Main jaanti thi woh uske room mein gaya tha. Par kya kiya? Kuch nahi. Bechara. Slow hai. Mujhe directly step in karna padega.

Din mein news aayi Sumit ke **sprain** ke baare mein. Ke woh Delhi mein hi weekend pe rukega. Matlab Sumit abhi tak dono Saalis ko apne neeche nahi laa saka.

Sumit sochta hai ke usne smart play kiya stay extend karke. Par isne mujhe **better opportunity** diya. Apne plans execute karne ka. Weekend pe. Resort pe. Do raat. Alcohol. Music. Seduction.

Main apni mother-in-law ke room mein gayi. Rona dhona shuru kiya. Keh rahi thi ke maine aur Sumit ne Jaipur ke bahar ek **resort** book kiya tha. Romantic getaway. Fri aur Sat ke liye. Honeymoon suite. Sunday shaam ko wapas aana tha. Ab Sumit wahan nahi hai, toh waste ho jayega. Booking **non-refundable** thi. Paise barbaad.

Mother-in-law ne kaha, "Arre beta, mat ro. Koi baat nahi."

Phir maine apna move khela. "Mummy ji, aap sahi keh rahi hain. Par ek idea hai. Instead of wasting, hum ek aur room book kar lein? Main, Rajat aur Siya jaayein? **Family picnic**? Rajat aur Siya dono bore ho rahe hain ghar pe. Thoda ghoom aayenge. Bonding ho jayegi."

Mother-in-law convinced ho gayi easily. "Haan beta, yeh achha idea hai. Jao. Enjoy karo."

Siya aur Payal college se wapas aaye thi. Beech mein awkwardness thi. Kal raat ki wajah se. Payal ko pata tha main kya kar rahi thi. Siya ko bhi shak tha. Tabhi maine announce kiya ke hum **resort pe ja rahe hain** weekend pe. Rajat, Siya, main. Aur... Payal.

Siya ka kaam tha ke woh Rajat ko call kare aur plan bataye. "Bhaiya, Bhabhi ne plan kiya hai. Resort pe ja rahe hain. Aa jao."

Maine kaha ke main Rajat ke liye room book karungi. "Don't worry, main dekh lungi."

Aur phir maine apna asli move khela. "Honeymoon suite" bahut bada tha. Do bedrooms. Aur Payal? Woh bhi toh **family** ki hi thi. Meri nanad ki best friend. Toh woh bhi aa rahi thi hamare saath. **Bhabhi's order.**

Siya aur Payal react karne se pehle hi maine order de diya. "Payal, tum jao hostel. Apna suitcase pack karo. Raaste mein tumhe pick kar lenge. No arguments. This is final."

Woh dono shocked thi. Par kya kar sakti thi? Main Bhabhi thi. Order tha.

**Game pieces set.** Do raat resort mein. Alcohol. Music. Fun. Rajat apna fun karega Payal ke saath. Main? Main Siya ko apne neeche laaungi. Uski innocence todungi. Usse apna banungi. Phir usse gift karungi Rajat ko. Ya Sumit ke bhaiyon ko.

Weekend mera hai.

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**Narrator Note**

Weekdays jaise hi desired nahi gaye Pooja aur Sumit ke liye. Par woh out of moves nahi the. Dono ne apne games weekend ke liye motion mein daal diye hain.

Ab dekhte hain — **kaun pehle lucky hota hai?**

*Sumit? Apni Saali ko punish karke?*

*Ya Pooja? Apni nanad ko seduce karke?*

*Games shuru ho chuke hain.*

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Chapter Nineteen: Archie's Test

**Archie's Perspective**

**Kapoor Residence**
**5:30 PM**

Maine apne room ki window se dekha. Mrs. XYZ ki car nikli. Meri Mom unke saath thi. Dad ki car garage mein thi — woh toh Singapore mein hi the. Mrs. XYZ aayi thi Mom ko pick karne. Mom ne kaha tha ke dinner se pehle wapas aayengi.

Jiju resting kar rahe hain apne room mein.

*Resting?* Maine socha. *Oh meri naive Mom. Tum kuch nahi jaanti.*

Mujh shock laga tha jab ghar aayi thi. Pata chala Jiju ne ankle sprain kar liya. Weekend yahin rest karenge. *Oh Jiju,* maine socha, *kitne cunning ho tum. Kitne desperate.*

Ab? Mom gayi hui thi. Mira office mein thi. Cook aur servant neeche the. Aur is floor pe? Sirf main. Aur Jiju.

Maine mirror mein dekha. Apne aap ko collect karne ki koshish ki. Tight yellow top pehna tha. Cleavage show ho raha tha. Green hot pants. Short. Mere thighs visible.

Jiju kahenge yeh bhi naughty hai. Par kya karoon? Yeh meri dressing hi aisi thi. Saari dresses naughty thi. Main jaan bujhkar nahi karti thi. Par unconsciously? Haan. Shayad.

Phone baja. Jiju ka. Obviously.

Maine uthaya nahi. Do baar baja. Ignore kiya.

15 minute baad... kisi ne door knob move kiya. Locked tha. Maine andar se lock kiya tha.

Unki awaaz aayi. "Archie. Darwaza khol."

Sardi ke jhatke se meri poori body mein gaye. Goosebumps. Mera dil tez dhadak raha tha.

Main darwaze ke paas gayi. "Jiju," maine kaha. "Aapko kya chahiye? Agar kuch chahiye toh neeche servant ko bula lijiye."

Unki awaaz. Slow. Seductive. Dangerous. "Mujhe pata hai main kya chaahta hoon. Mujhe doodh chahiye. Tera doodh. Fresh. Garam."

*Oh my god.* Kitne shameless the Jiju. Kitne besharam.

Par main jaanti thi. Kal raat maine kya kiya tha. Apna promise toda tha. Unhe cocktease kiya tha. Woh aa rahe the 1 AM pe. Par main? Main Mommy ke saath so gayi.

Main darwaza nahi khol sakti thi. Woh andar aaye toh? Mujhe tear kar denge. Poora. Rough. Violent.

"Jiju," maine kaha. "Main padh rahi hoon. Please rest kijiye. Dinner pe milte hain."

Unhone growl kiya. "Yeh darwaza khol. Nahi toh main tod dunga. Servants ko bulaun? Sun lenge ke kya ho raha hai. Phir?"

"Jiju," maine kaha. "Sharam kijiye. Aap apni Saali ke room mein zabardasti ghusna chahte hain?"

Unki awaaz. Aur tez. Aur threatening. "Oh nahi Saali ji. Sirf room mein nahi. Uske baad bhi. Bahut kuch."

*Oh god.* Main melt ho rahi thi. Sharm se. Excitement se. Dono. Par koi rasta nahi tha. Trapped thi main.

"Main darwaza khol rahi hoon," maine kaha. "Par ek condition pe. 15 minute mein chale jaayenge. Mujhe padhna hai."

Unhone hasi. Dark. Dangerous. "Oh 15 minute? Nahi Saali ji. 15 minute toh sirf shuruwat hogi. Tumhare 4 tests pending hain mere saath. Poora weekend lagega."

"Kaunse tests?" maine pucha. Confused. Scared. Aroused.

"Darwaza khol," unhone kaha. "Andar aake detail mein samjhaata hoon. Har test. Har level. Har inch."

Main kya karti? Kuch nahi. Darwaza khola. Aur room ke ek corner mein khadi ho gayi. Cornered. Trapped.

Jiju andar aaye. Lower T-shirt mein. Tight. Biceps visible. Chest defined. Woh garam lag rahe the. Dangerous. Hungry.

Unhone mujhe head se toe dekha. Smile kiya. Woh jaante the. Main unki hoon. Aaj raat. Poori raat. Jaise chahenge.

Unhone darwaza bandh kiya. Lock kiya. Click.

Main unki thi. Sirf unki.

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*Test shuru hone wala tha.*


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Chapter Twenty: Archie's Test Part 2

**Archie's Perspective**

Jiju ne mujhe mere hi room mein wall pe corner kar diya. Main jaanti thi kya hone wala tha. Main undress hongi. Main use hongi. Main khelungi. Kuch waqt ke liye? Main sirf ek doll thi. Unki property. Unki khilona.

Unhone mera waist pakda. Mere back ko wall pe press kiya. Aur shuru kiya. Mere neck pe kiss. Soft. Wet. Phir... bite. Ek. Dard hua. Phir doosra. Tez. Phir teesra. Poora teeth. Marking. Claiming.

Meri soft moans room mein goonj rahi thi. Temperature badh raha tha. Garam. Hum dono garam ho rahe the.

Unhone mera baal pakda. Tight. Pull kiya. Dard hua. Tez dard. Maine oppose karne ki koshish ki. Par unki muscular arms mein? Main kuch nahi kar sakti thi. Trapped. Cornered. Unki.

"Jiju," maine kaha. "Dard ho raha hai. Please."

Unhone meri taraf dekha. Eyes mein woh fire. Woh hunger. "Oh meri jaan," unhone kaha. "Abhi toh shuru hua hai. It will hurt. I am just getting started. Poori raat lagegi."

Phir... unhone softly mere face pe thappad maara. Left cheek. Stars nazar aaye. Ankhon ke aage. Main shocked thi. Phir doosra. Right cheek. Same soft. Same possessive.

"Yeh promise todne ke liye," unhone kaha. "Aur reminder ke liye. Future mein kaise hoga. Agar tum bhool gayi ke maine kya kaha tha. Kya order diya tha. Toh yeh hoga. Har baar. Rough. Violent. Meri marzi se."

Unhone mera chehra pakda. Dono haathon se. "Oh tumhare cheeks laal ho gaye hain. Meri baby saali. Let me love you. Let me mark you."

Aur unhone mere lips pe kiss kiya. Passionate. Deep. 5-10 minute. Jaise lovers. Tongues playing. Fighting. Dominating. Woh rough the. Par woh mere Jiju the. Aur main? Main unse pyaar karti thi. Hamesha se. Chahe woh kuch bhi karein.

Kiss toota. Unki eyes mere face pe. Scanning. Appraising. Unka haath mera left breast pakda. Tight. Squeeze kiya. Possessive.

"Jiju," maine kaha. Weak. Breathless. "Please."

Unhone smile kiya. Woh dangerous smile. "Jaanti ho ye tests kya hain?" unhone kaha. "Ye determine karne ke liye. Ki boobs kiske better hain. Tere ya Pooja ke."

Unhone mera breast cup kiya. Over my yellow top. Feel kar rahe the. Size. Softness. Shape.

"Sshh Jiju," maine kaha. "Please let me go na."

Unka doosra haath mere baalon mein gaya. Yeh threat tha. Bina kuch bole. Ke oppose karne ka koi fayda nahi. Main unki hoon. Sirf unki.

"Pehla test," unhone kaha. "Haathon se hota hai. Measure karte hain. Softness check karte hain. Size. Shape. Weight."

Unke haath dheere se mere top ko upar karne lage. Mera stomach expose ho gaya. Fair. Smooth. Vulnerable.

"Jiju," maine kaha. Desperate. "Please. Clothes ke upar se kheliye. Main aapki wife nahi hoon."

Unhone meri aankhon mein dekha. Direct. "Haan," unhone kaha. Brazenly. Shamelessly. "Tum meri wife nahi ho. Tum meri **slut** ho. Meri saali. Meri property. Jaise chahta hoon waisie use karunga."

Unke haathon ne mera top upar kiya. Pull kiya. Aur zameen pe phenk diya. Main wahan khadi thi. Sirf yellow lacy bra mein. Aur green hot pants. Exposed. Vulnerable. Unki.

Unke lips mere cleavage pe attack kiye. Hungry. Wet. Biting. Sucking. Marking. Unke haath mere dono breasts pe the. Pressing. Squeezing. Playing. "Milkies" ko feel kar rahe the. Possessive. Rough.

Unki fingers mere nipples pe gaye. Over the sheer yellow lace. Pinch kiya. Twist kiya. Pull kiya. Dard hua. Pleasure hua. Dono. Meri moans louder ho gayi. Room mein echo ho rahi thi. Broken words. "Oh god no... Jiju pls... Jiju no... let me go..."

Bite marks banaye unhone mere cleavage pe. Phir upar dekha. Eyes mein woh fire. "Toh," unhone kaha. "Kya utarna chahiye pehle? Tere pants? Ya teri bra?"

"Jiju please no," maine kaha. Desperate. "Koi bachao. Please."

Par main jaanti thi. Koi nahi tha. Room bandh tha. Main fully mercy pe thi. Sumit Jiju ki mercy. Aur woh? Woh merciful nahi lag rahe the. Woh hungry the. Violent. Possessive.

"Doosra test," unhone kaha. "Hothon se hota hai. Lips se. Check karte hain kitni sweet hain. Kitni milky. Peete hain. Taste karte hain."

Unka right hand mere left cup ko pull kiya. Breast expose ho gaya. Fair. Soft. Pink nipple. Unhone munh mein liya. Suck kiya. Hard. Loud. Slurping sounds. Mera pleasure? No bounds. Main melt ho rahi thi. Sharm se. Arousal se. Dono mein.

Right cup jaldi hi unke munh mein tha. Gulping. Jaise actual mein milk ho. Drinking. Feasting.

Unhone upar dekha. Mere eyes mein. "Tera doodh," unhone kaha. "Pooja se zyada sweet lag raha hai. Par confirm karne mein kuch raat lagegi. Main uska bahut time se pee raha hoon. Ab tera turn hai."

Unka haath peeche gaya. Bra ka hook khol diya. Jo pehle se zyada cover nahi kar rahi thi. Dono breasts already naked the. Ab main waist ke upar kuch nahi pehne thi. Sirf pants.

Jiju bed pe baithe. Aur mujhe apni god mein kheench liya. Turn by turn. Peete rahe. Mere dono milkies. Feasting. Like I was his. Only his.

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*To be continued...*

 

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Chapter Twenty-One: Archie's Test Part 3

**Archie's Perspective**

Jiju ne mujhe bed pe patak diya. Soft tha, playful tha — unka weight mere upar aaya, knees meri hips ke dono taraf, caging me in a prison I didn't want to escape from. Mere breasts — already unke marks se laal, unki daanton ke nishaan se claimed — heave ho rahe thay unki saanson ke saath.

"Ab meri saali meri bed pe," Jiju ne kaha, eyes meri naked chest pe. "Aur abhi toh maine tujhe properly taste bhi nahi kiya, meri jaan."

Unka head neeche aaya. Third test. Unki tongue — garam, rasili, possessive — mere left nipple pe lick ki. Slow. Deliberate. Teasing. Main arch ki, meri back bed se uthi, aur ek moan — shameless, hungry — meri throat se nikli.

"Jiju... oh god..." I gasped, fingers unke hair mein tangling, pulling him closer.

"Please what?" Unhone kaha, unki tongue ab circles bana rahi thi mere areola pe. "Please stop? Ya please more? Bol na, meri Archie. Apne Jiju se jhoot mat bol. I know you want it."

Main chup rahi, blushing hard. Kyunki sach? Sach yeh tha ke main chahti thi. Main unki thi. Main unse pyaar karti thi. Hamesha se.

Unki tongue flicked, sharp and wet, and I cried out. "Jiju!"

"Kya awaaz hai teri," unhone kaha, moving to my right breast, giving it the same treatment. "Jab tu aise moan karti hai na... lagta hai main toot jaaun. Bas tujhe kha jaaun. Poora. Ek baar mein. But slowly. Enjoying every bite."

Meri moans room mein goonj rahi thi, unki tongue ke har stroke pe. Main unki thi. Sirf unki. Hamesha unki.

Unka haath south ki taraf travel kiya. Mere flat stomach pe. Mere navel pe. Aur phir... meri pants ke button pe.

I crossed my legs tightly, playfully, my last pretend-defense.

"Arre arre," unhone kaha, grinning. "Abhi bhi sharam aa rahi hai? After everything I've done to you?"

"Jiju..." I whispered, biting my lip. "Aap bahut badmaash ho gaye ho."

"Bahut time se badmaash tha," unhone kaha, leaning in, unki lips meri ear pe. "Bas tujhe dikhana tha. Ab sun — chautha test. Daanton se. Through teeth. Boobs are eaten. Tujhe meri daanton ke nishaan chahiye. Meri ownership ke nishaan. Ke tu meri hai. Sirf meri."

"Jiju..." I whispered, my voice breathy, excited. "Dard hoga..."

"Pyaar ka dard," unhone kaha, winking. "Aur pyaar? Pyaar toh main tujhse bahut karta hoon. Itna ke tu soch bhi nahi sakti. Ab chup kar aur enjoy kar. Meri saali. Meri jaan."

Aur phir... woh pounced.

Unka mouth mere left breast pe aaya, teeth sinking into the soft flesh around my nipple. Not breaking skin, but marking. Claiming. Owning. The pain was sharp, electric, mixed with pleasure that made my toes curl.

"Oh god! Jiju!" I moaned, my back bowing, my nails unke shoulders mein digging in.

Unhone bite kiya. Nibbled. Marked me as their territory. Jab woh release hue, mere left breast pe ek laal mark tha — unke daanton ka nishaan, unki ownership ka proof.

"Dekh, meri saali," unhone kaha, tracing the mark with gentle fingers. "Yeh laal nishaan... yeh proof hai. Tu meri hai. Sirf meri. Hamesha meri. Ab bol — kiski ho tum?"

"Jiju ki..." I whispered, blushing, turning my face away.

"Zor se bolo," unhone commanded, gripping my chin.

"Jiju ki!" I said louder, meeting his eyes. "Poori... poori Jiju ki..."

"Sunday tak," unhone kaha, unki voice firm but playful. "Yeh tests baar-baar honge. Har baar pehle se zyada hard. Har baar zyada garam. Fairness ensure karne ke liye, meri jaan. Tujhe poora maza aana chahiye. Poora pyaar. Poora possession. Samjhi?"

I nodded, biting my lip. "Samajh gayi, Jiju."

Unke teeth mere right breast pe gaye. I moaned again, my body jerking, arching, as he bit down, sucking the flesh into his mouth, unki tongue soothing the sting. I was his. Completely his. And I loved it.

Jab woh finally release hue, both my breasts bore his marks — red, beautiful badges of his ownership.

Unka haath meri pants pe wapas aaya. Fingers finding the button. This time, jab unhone meri eyes mein dekha — I nodded. Permission. Surrender. Eagerness.

I lifted my hips.

"Meri good girl," unhone praised, sliding my pants down my legs — agonizingly slow, unki gaze never leaving mine, unki fingers trailing fire down my thighs.

The fabric hit the floor. I lay there — exposed, vulnerable, wearing nothing but my yellow cotton panties and the marks of his love.

"Yellow," unhone murmured, noticing the color. "Mera favorite color. Aur ab... meri favorite jagah pe. Already wet, meri jaan?"

I blushed harder, squeezing my eyes shut. The crotch of my panties was soaked — mere juices bah rahi thi since the first test.

"Archie," unhone groaned, wonder in his voice. "Tu kitni gili hai... mere liye? Itni garam? Itni bechain?"

"Jiju..." I whispered, embarrassed but excited.

Unka haath cupped me over the damp cotton. I jolted, gasping. "Jiju!"

"Shh," unhone soothed, unka palm slow circles mein move kar raha tha. "Bas feel kar. Apne Jiju ko feel kar. Jiju jo tujhe de raha hai... yeh sirf tera hai. Sirf tera."

I was trembling, meri hips unki hand ke against bucking, friction seeking. Meri moans on repeat thi — a constant soundtrack of my desire. He watched me with fascination, enjoying the show — meri flushed skin, mere heaving chest marked by his teeth, mera open mouth gasping his name.

"Kya lagta hai?" unhone asked, pressure increase kar raha tha. "Jab main tujhe chhodunga... tab tu mujhe bhool payegi?"

"Nahi..." I gasped. "Koi nahi... sirf Jiju..."

"Koi aur tujhe aise nahi chhu sakta," unhone growled. "Yeh haq sirf mera hai. Yeh body sirf meri hai. Bol, meri saali. Bol ke suna."

"Sirf aapki..." I moaned. "Poori aapki... hamesha aapki..."

"Meri jaan. Meri Archie. Meri saali. Meri slut. Meri rani."

Phir — horn honked.

Jiju's head snapped up. Window pe jaake dekha. "Mira," unhone kaha, grinning. "bad timing. Teri didi."

Oh god. Mera heart raced. Was I saved? Or would he continue?

Woh meri taraf turn hue, urgent but playful. "Sun meri baat, Archie. Jab bhi main bulaunga — whenever I call — you will come. Samjhi? All dolled up. Mere liye. Meri rani banke."

I nodded, smiling despite myself. "Ji Jiju."

Ek swift movement mein, unhone mere panties pakde and ripped them off.

I gasped, now completely naked, bare for him. Unhone mere panties unki nose pe laye, inhaling deeply, eyes closing in ecstasy.

"Meri Archie ki khushboo," unhone murmured. "Sunday tak yeh mere paas rahenge. As a souvenir. Meri jeet ka proof."

Woh door ki taraf move hue — and left it open. Gaping. Framing me on the bed — stark naked, breasts marked, skin flushed, legs trembling.

Aur phir woh chale gaye.

Main leti rahi, listening. Mira's voice downstairs. Jiju's smooth response. No one knew.

Maine apni body dekhi — bites, scratches, marks of his possession. He'd ensured I couldn't sleep with Mommy. She would notice.

The heat was too much. My fingers found my center — soaked, aching. I pushed inside, arching, moaning his name.

"Jiju... Jiju..."

Within a minute, I shattered. Orgasm crashed through me, body convulsing, riding it out, fingers moving, drawing out every spasm.

When it was over, I lay there — spent, naked, marked, and his.

And I knew — I would answer when he called.

Because I loved him.

Because he owned me.

Because I was his.

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*To be continued...*

 

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Chapter Twenty-Two: Resort Romance

**Narrator Perspective**

**Thursday Night | 8:30 PM**

Khanna family ne check-in kiya Treelife resort mein shaam ke 7 baje—ek sprawling, posh nature retreat jahan jungle ki chaadar ne sab kuch apne andar chhupa rakha tha. Pooja ne accommodations plan kiye thay with precision—apne aap, Payal aur Siya ko honeymoon suite mein daala, ek decadent duplex cottage jo purane banyan trees se lipta hua tha, apna private plunge pool tha jahan moonlight liquid silver ki tarah chamak rahi thi. Rajat ko banaya "treehouse" room mein—fifteen minutes door, fake-rustic cabin jo branches ke beech suspended tha, close enough to be convenient, far enough to create anticipation.

Abhi chaar log baithe thay resort ke main bar pe—ek open-air pavilion of teak and torchlight, jahan jungle ka chorus soundtrack baja raha tha aur cocktails secrets ki tarah beh rahe thay.

Pooja thi devastating.

Sirf usne saree chuni—midnight blue silk jo uski curves pe lover ke haathon ki tarah chipki hui thi. Backless blouse neeche tak ja raha tha, scandalously low, poori spine expose kar raha tha, small of the back ke dimples dikha raha tha. Jabki Siya aur Payal ne Western casual chuna, Pooja ne tradition ko weaponize kar liya. Har aadmi ne chori-chori nazar maari; har aurat ne khud ko measure kiya aur haari maani.

Woh jaanti thi. Woh har nazar ko peeti thi.

Rajat apni eyes nahi hata pa raha tha. Black t-shirt uske shoulders pe stretch ho rahi thi, jeans low on hips, casual masculine hunger ki picture. Woh apni Bhabhi ko dekhta raha with naked admiration—blue silk ke neeche hips ka sway, makeup ka elegant sweep, woh tareeka jisse woh room command karti thi bina awaaz uthaye.

Siya—Sumit aur Rajat ki baby sister—compete karne ke liye dress ki thi, chahe woh maane ya nahi. Off-shoulder top ne delicate collarbones expose kiye, floral short skirt ne toned legs dikhaye. Woh hot lag rahi thi, available lag rahi thi, aur completely unaware thi ke woh Pooja ki shark tank mein swim kar rahi thi.

Payal ne miscalculate kar liya tha. Loose t-shirt aur shorts—uska conservative comfort ka attempt—ab surrender lag raha tha. Jab Rajat ki eyes Pooja ki backless elegance pe fixed rehti thi, Payal apni drink se khelti rahi, unsure of her move, apne outfit mein invisible.

Hookah smoke unke beech mein curl ho rahi thi, sweet and intoxicating. Drinks refill hoti rahi. Snacks disappear hote gaye. Inhibitions dissolve ho gaye jaise chai mein cheeni.

Conversation shift hui—innocent jokes mein barbs aaye, chit-chat ne foreplay acquire kar liya. Pooja ne sab steer kiya with a smile, a touch, a whispered innuendo. Yeh uska hunting ground tha. Yeh uski design thi.

**10:00 PM**

**Pooja's Perspective**

*"Chalo,"* maine kaha, glass deliberate finality se neeche rakhte hue. *"Room mein chalte hain. Yahan public hai. Apne suite mein aur maze karenge."*

Rajat ki eyes light up ho gayi—hungry puppy, eager boy. Main dekh sakti thi alcohol uske cheeks flush kar raha tha, uski restraint loose kar raha tha.

*"Rajat,"* maine purred, itna close lean karte hue ke usne mera perfume catch kiya—jasmine and something darker. *"Tumhare paas woh alcohol tha na? 30 minute mein aana. Pehle hum ladies change kar lein. Sleepwear mein aaram karenge."*

Uske nod mein eagerness thi. *"Ji Bhabhi."*

Jab Siya aur Payal apni cheezein gather kar rahi thi, maine apna phone palm kiya, thumbs flying:

**[Jaldi aana. Whiskey le ke aana. Vodka apne room mein chhod dena. Bas whiskey. Jaldi.]**

Maine dekha usne message check kiya, uski eyes meri taraf flick ki. Understanding pass hui humare beech. Mera obedient devar. Mera willing pawn.

Honeymoon suite ne humein swallow kar liya. Maine threshold pe pause liya, Siya aur Payal ko pehle andar jaane diya, unki reactions watch karte hue.

Perfect tha.

Red silk pillows Moroccan rugs pe scattered thay. Dim lighting from brass lanterns jo shadows ko caresses ki tarah cast kar rahi thi. Ground floor pe heart-shaped bed—chhota, intimate, ridiculous. Giant L-shaped sofa jo tangled limbs accommodate kar sakta tha. Aur upar, floating staircase ke through, master bed—king-sized, canopied, sinful.

Main har inch jaanti thi is room ki. Sumit aur maine ek debauched weekend yahan spend kiya tha. Usne mujhe 48 hours ke liye naked rakha tha, mujhe grapes aur aur cheezein feed ki thi, har surface pe, har corner mein liya tha. Staff ne loudly knock karna seekh liya tha.

*"Bhabhi,"* Siya ne tease kiya, heart-shaped bed pe collapse hote hue, uski skirt dangerously up ride ho gayi. *"Bhaiya ko bahut miss kar rahi hongi na? Honeymoon suite mein phir se... poori raat romance yaad aa raha hoga?"*

Maine smile kiya, slow and knowing. *"Of course I am missing him, meri nanad,"* maine kaha, uske bagal mein settle hote hue, meri blue saree mere aas-paas water ki tarah pool ho gayi. *"But at least with you people, I'll get to explore the property. Otherwise? Would've been locked in this room only."*

Payal awkwardly sofa ke paas khadi thi, apna bag clutch karte hue. Poor Payal. Hamesha bridesmaid.

Main Siya ki taraf lean kiya, conspiratorial, meri voice whisper mein drop hui jo carry kiya. *"Your Bhaiya practically keeps me naked in room on our outings. 'Pooja,' he says, 'yeh tera kapda nahi, yeh mera haq hai.'"* Main throaty aur naughty laugh kiya. *"Shaadi ke baad se uska bas chale toh main ghar pe bhi nangi ghoomun."*

Siya ki eyes widen hui—shock, curiosity, something darker. Payal ne uncomfortably shift kiya. Alcohol unki veins mein hum kar raha tha, walls lower kar raha tha, skin heat kar raha tha.

*"Payal dear,"* maine kaha, uski bestie ki taraf attention turn karte hue with practiced warmth. *"You freshen up first. Let me tell Siya some secrets about his Bhaiya. Nanad-Bhabhi ki loose talks."* Main naughtily laugh kiya, Payal ke face ko watch karte hue. *"Waise bhi, Rajat ke aane mein time hai. Pehle hum ladies enjoy karte hain."*

Payal ne nod kiya, bathroom mein escape ki, grateful for purpose. Main Siya ki taraf wapas turn kiya, meri nanad, mera prey, mera gift to wrap.

Game shuru ho chuka tha.

Aur main jeet rahi thi.

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*To be continued...*

 

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