The relentless rain outside seemed to have enveloped the entire world in an otherworldly sound. Droplets hammered the windowpane in a steady *tip-tap*. Inside the room, a soft yellow light spilled across the bed, playing a dance of light and shadow. The space felt wrapped in an eerie, profound silence.
In Anurag Sir's eyes, no trace of reason remained. The whisky's haze, the intoxicating fragrance of Sneha's body, her trembling breaths—all of it fused together, making him feel like a volcano on the verge of erupting deep inside her.
Beneath him on the bed, Sneha clung desperately to the bedsheet, her body pinned.
The fierce kisses had left her breathless. She couldn't speak; she could only close her eyes and listen to the wet sounds of their mouths meeting. Her body responded instinctively to Anurag Sir's every touch—an unfamiliar tremor spreading along her spine.
His hand remained inside her bra, lost in wild abandon. In that moment, his eyes burned with boundless thirst, his body no longer willing to accept any restraint.
But sensing her struggle to breathe, he occasionally eased back just enough to let her draw air.
When he saw her gasping heavily again, he finally stopped kissing her. His gaze fell to her chest.
Like some ancient, starved creature, Anurag Sir yanked at her bra, tearing the hooks apart in one violent pull. He flung it aside.
Sneha's soft body lay fully exposed before him.
To Sir, the shape of her breasts resembled warm butter mounds drizzled with molten chocolate—smooth, inviting, irresistible.
The gentle waves atop her chest felt as though God Himself had sculpted them with infinite care.
Every curve of those breasts drove him to madness.
And her nipples?
Oh…
They stood out so vividly against the tender skin—like two tiny dark chocolate truffles nestled in the center of enormous, milk-soaked rasgullas.
The rhythmic rise and fall of her breasts with each breath—two soft mounds of butter beneath which beat Sneha's heart… a heart Anurag Sir now desperately wanted to pulse only for him.
He lowered his face first to her throat, then to her chest.
Sneha seemed to have drifted into another world. In a trembling voice she whispered,
"Sir, please…"
But Anurag was lost in a strange intoxication, slowly forgetting the boundaries of reality.
Like a man starved for a thousand years, he began to lavish her breasts with his mouth. His lips gave way to his tongue, tasting every inch as though savoring her very essence.
Without realizing it, Sneha's right hand slipped into his hair. She gripped it tightly—very tightly!
That sensation…
That overwhelming sensation…
It shut down her mind completely. She clutched his hair with desperate force!
Her breathing grew ragged.
She began to moan, to whimper.
Sneha:
"Sir… oh, Sir…"
Her cries only fueled his excitement further.
He wet her tender skin with his tongue, sometimes grazing with the lightest bite.
"Unh… Sir… no… please…" — the words trembled from her lips, sounding more like surrender than refusal.
His tongue moved like that of a thirsty artist, painting her body with touches, leaving deep imprints of sensation everywhere.
From deep within her chest rose indistinct, humming sounds—
"Ah… aah…" — each one rolling into the air like soft clouds.
His tongue roamed her breasts, gradually zeroing in on the most sensitive peaks.
Sneha's eyes were half-closed… her lips quivered faintly… her voice grew thicker.
"Sir… Sir… you… ah…" — a mixture of shame and electric shivers laced every word.
And just then—
*Tring tring!*
The doorbell.
Like a sudden thunderclap.
A fragment of sense returned to Anurag. For a moment he felt as though he had been caught committing the most forbidden act in the world. His lips pulled away from her skin. Sneha startled too.
Sir lifted himself off her body.
Sneha, overwhelmed with shame, kept her eyes tightly shut, her breathing heavy and uneven.
Sir stared at her. At her bare, exposed form!
With every breath she took, the gentle rise and fall of her breasts looked to him like two exquisite desserts placed on the plate of her body.
He had gone completely mad.
*Tring tring!*
The bell rang again.
It was Anirban Sir outside, pressing the doorbell. He had returned from the hospital after dropping Shubhdeep.
Anirban stood there for a while, worried about Anurag. He knew his friend hadn't opened the door yet. He also knew Anurag's mental state was fragile right now—surely drinking again. For a moment he thought perhaps Anurag had passed out from the alcohol.
So he kept ringing the bell, trying to wake him.
Suddenly the door opened.
What Anirban saw would probably send shivers through him until the day he died.
Sneha.
Sneha had wrapped herself as best she could in the coat. The trousers hung loosely around her legs; the coat was clearly Anurag's.
My God!
What was this girl doing in Anurag's house so late at night?
Anirban's soul felt as though it wanted to flee his body. He stood utterly stunned, horrified.
Swallowing hard, he managed,
"You!!!"
Sneha, face burning with embarrassment, said softly,
"Come inside."
With trembling steps, Anirban crossed the threshold.
Following Sneha, he reached Anurag's bedroom.
There he saw Anurag lying on the bed, Sneha's bra clutched in his hand.
Whatever remained of Anirban's soul seemed ready to abandon his body entirely! Seeing Anurag in this state made it painfully clear what he had been doing—or about to do—with Sneha. The very thought was driving Anirban insane! The poor boy had only been released from jail yesterday—what fresh hell awaited him now?
In a shaking voice, Sneha managed to say,
"Sir, you said… when you came back, you would drop me home."
Anirban, flustered, replied hurriedly,
"Yes, yes—let's go, right now, let's go."
Then, after a brief silence, panic rising again, he asked,
"Your uncle and aunt—they'll—"
Sneha reassured him softly,
"Don't worry. No one's home. No one will say anything to you."
Anirban nodded.
"Then let's go."
At that exact moment, Anurag moaned from the bed,
"Sneha… Sneha…"
Both Anirban and Sneha froze, stunned. They stared at him.
Then Anirban snapped back into urgency,
"Come on, come on. We can't stay here. Forget about him."
Sneha said nothing more.
To be continued...