Shalini woke early, her heart thudding as if she'd been jolted out of a fever dream. All night, her mind had spiraled with images of the village, Malika's daring messages, Ayu's eyes on her, the thought of being seen, touched, worshipped. She lay in the half-light for a moment, thighs unconsciously pressed together, trying to calm the constant throb between her legs.
After a few steadying breaths, she rose from bed and slipped into the bathroom. The cool splash of water on her face did little to wash away the fire crawling under her skin. The image of Ravi and Prayush devouring her in the old school bathroom was still burned on the back of her eyelids. Her nipples stiffened from the memory alone, aching under the thin cloth of her nightgown.
She ran her fingers between her thighs, feeling a wetness that had returned overnight, evidence of her mind's dark delights. She pressed lightly, a shudder rocking her from heel to crown, and bit her lip to stifle the gasp that nearly escaped her throat.
"No…" she whispered to herself, forcing her hands away. "No more — I have to get ready."
She stood under the shower, letting the warm water cascade over her breasts, the hard peaks tingling deliciously, teasing her nerves awake. Her soap-lathered hands slid across her belly, grazing lower until she hesitated just above her mound. She could almost feel Ravi's tongue, then Prayush's lips, each fighting for a taste of her nectar.
The memory made her legs weak. For a moment she let her middle finger slip between the folds, stroking her slick heat until her knees wobbled against the tiles. She pinched her nipple at the same time, a sharp, raw sensation that made her moan softly under the spray.
She felt the climax teasing her from the edge, making her stomach tense, her breathing turn ragged — but she pulled away, half-angry at herself, half-starved, leaving her body quivering in denial.
"Not now," she scolded her reflection as she stepped out, water still dripping from her hardened nipples.
She dried off quickly and went to her wardrobe. The outfit Malika had demanded waited there like a dirty confession: a transparent white kurti with a neckline so deep it would expose nearly half her breasts, and a sheer, barely-there bra with only a thin lace band holding her breasts from spilling out.
Her leggings were transparent enough to outline the soft swell of her hips and the gentle rise of her mound, made even more daring by a tiny, pink thong underneath. Shalini paused, debating. Malika had told her no panties, but the idea of being completely bare felt too risky in front of Avi. So she compromised with the thong, knowing it would still leave little to the imagination.
Finally, she picked up the long buttoned cardigan. It felt like a shield, and yet, every button left undone below her chest meant her thighs and waist were still scandalously visible if the cloth parted.
She dressed slowly, aware of every brush of fabric on her sensitized skin. The transparent kurti clung to her curves, the bra's tiny cups failing to fully cover her nipples. Her areolas peeked through the fabric with every breath.
She turned to the mirror, seeing a woman who looked impossibly sinful, a living offering, a goddess ready for worship. Her cheeks flushed bright as she reached up to gather her hair in a loose braid, letting a few tendrils fall around her face to soften the look.
When she stepped out of her bedroom, Avi was already sitting at the table, scrolling on his phone.
"Maa!" he called, looking up, then blinking as he saw her. "You look…different."
Shalini smiled faintly, clutching the cardigan's edge tighter across her chest. "It's…just new clothes, beta," she managed, voice a bit shaky.
Avi laughed, not noticing the quiver in her tone. "You look nice, Maa! Like a heroine!"
That innocent praise made Shalini's belly coil with a rush of heat. If only he knew, she thought, if only he knew how dirty I feel inside.
They ate breakfast together, Avi cheerfully chatting about the mela, about the sweet shops and fun rides. Shalini barely tasted the food, mind still stuck on her reflection, on the way her nipples had looked so dark and swollen in the mirror, on the deep throb of desire she had left unsatisfied in the bathroom.
Every time her kurti shifted, her bra scratched against her nipples, sending tiny shocks of pleasure through her chest. Her thong rubbed between her lips with each subtle movement of her hips, keeping her wet, aching, distracted. She clenched her thighs under the table, trying to keep the tension from showing on her face.
After they finished eating, she and Avi cleaned the kitchen together. As she leaned over the sink to rinse a plate, the cardigan slipped down her shoulders a bit, exposing a wider triangle of her chest, the lacy edge of her bra on full display. Avi didn't seem to notice, but Shalini could feel the cool air on her sensitive skin, her nipples tightening almost painfully.
She straightened up quickly, rebuttoning the cardigan higher with a nervous gulp.
Once the kitchen was spotless, she double-checked the bags they needed, then led Avi to the door.
"Ready, beta?"
"Ready, Maa!"
They stepped out into the sunlight, locking the door behind them. Shalini could feel the eyes of neighbors, random passersby, maybe even the security guard. She couldn't help imagining them seeing her — seeing what she was barely hiding. Her heart raced at the possibility, a subtle, dangerous thrill winding through her belly.
She hailed a taxi, as Avi climb in, shalini settled next to him, legs pressed together, trying to calm her frantic thoughts. As the taxi pulled away from their building, she took a deep breath, feeling the warm air against her thighs, the stickiness of her slick heat still dampening her thong.
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Meanwhile, across town…
Ravi and Prayush stood at the booking counter, clutching the crumpled notes they'd saved. Their hearts pounded in their ears as they ordered tickets for the same upper-class cabin on the same train they knew Shalini would take.
The clerk raised an eyebrow at their urgency, but handed them the tickets without comment. They grabbed them and nearly ran to the platform, so jittery they could barely hold their bags steady.
As they stepped into the upper-class compartment, they scanned the seat numbers and flopped down into their cushioned chairs, breathless and wild-eyed.
"Bro," Ravi whispered, chest still heaving, "if she's really on this train…"
Prayush nodded, eyes shining with near-religious devotion. "We'll have three days. Three days with Shalini ma'am."
They sat still, trying to calm their hammering hearts, fists clutched tightly around their ticket stubs as if the paper itself was a blessing from God.
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Back in the taxi…
Shalini shifted on the leather seat, the thin cloth of her leggings sticking to her skin with every small movement. She crossed her legs, trying to ease the growing pressure between her thighs, but it only made her more aware of how thin the fabric was, how the thong had already worked itself deeper into her folds.
The cab jolted over a pothole, and she gasped, a tiny pulse of heat flaring up as her clit grazed the cloth. Avi looked over, puzzled, but she forced a smile and patted his head, hiding the electric rush that had just sparked through her lower belly.
Focus, she scolded herself. You're going to the train station. You will meet Malika. That's all.
But no matter how many times she repeated it, her body would not calm. Her nipples were pebbled hard under the thin bra, every tiny bounce of the taxi making them rub against the cloth until she wanted to whimper.
She pictured Malika's hands opening her cardigan, exposing her in front of strangers, letting Ayu see, letting others see — the thought slammed into her like a wave, and she clenched her thighs so tightly it almost hurt.
The taxi turned onto the station road. Shalini swallowed hard, breathing through her nose, trying to cool the fire raging under her skin. Beside her, Avi was humming a song, innocent and carefree, completely unaware of the filthy fantasies tearing through his mother's mind.
Shalini bit her lip, trying to ground herself, but the swirl of forbidden excitement only built higher.
Today, she promised herself. Today I will let go. Today I will be everything Malika wants. Everything I want.
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