Let me be very clear about something.
I am a mature, composed, intellectually sophisticated individual. I have read Dostoevsky. I have opinions about geopolitics. I once spent forty-five minutes explaining the nuances of behavioral economics to someone who only asked me what time it was.
I am not petty.
And yet — here I was, sitting cross-legged on my bed at eleven-seventeen at night, jaw tight, eyes narrowed, mentally replaying every single thing Mr. Pawan had done today. Frame by frame. Like a director reviewing footage for a courtroom drama.
I couldn't help it. I was annoyed. Genuinely, completely, embarrassingly annoyed.
Now, I know what you're thinking. A person of my mental age — thirty-plus, thank you very much — should be above this. Should breathe, reflect, rise above. And normally, I would agree with you.
But here's the thing nobody warns you about: your mind can age gracefully, your patience can deepen, your perspective can broaden — and your body will simply not care. Because somewhere between the second cup of cold coffee and the third round of ceiling-staring, something shifted in me. Something young and slightly unreasonable woke up, stretched, and took over the controls.
The philosophical, stoic version of me quietly stepped outside.
What remained was pettier. More energized. Honestly, more fun.
I grabbed my notebook — the nice leather one I usually reserve for serious thoughts — flipped to a fresh page, and at the top wrote in clean capital letters:
OPERATION: PAWAN DESERVES THIS.
I stared at it.
Nodded once.
Close enough.
The idea, when it finally came, arrived the way all genuinely good ideas do — sideways, quietly, while I was actually thinking about something else. I was replaying the meeting, replaying that smile of his, when my brain — bless it, it really does try — casually reminded me of one small, golden detail:
And then — as these things sometimes happen — a far superior plan presented itself.
One that required no slide editing. No waiting. No subtlety whatsoever.
I'd almost forgotten about it, caught up in my notebook scheming, until the memory surfaced cleanly: tomorrow. The party at Mrs. Sneha's house. Small gathering — just me, Mrs. Sneha, her daughter, her granddaughter, Mr. Pawan, and his student Sonu.
Intimate. Cozy. Absolutely perfect.
I set the notebook down slowly.
See, here's something Mr. Pawan forgets — or perhaps chooses to ignore — while he's busy dismissing me in interview with media s with that smile of his: I pay attention. I notice things. And one thing I had noticed, over a considerable stretch of time, was that Mr. Pawan was still very much interested in Mrs. Sneha.
Not loudly. Not obviously. But in the way that quietly possessive people always are — in the way he tracked the room when she spoke, in the slight stiffening of his posture when someone else made her laugh.
I knew that look.
And tomorrow, I intended to use it.
Today I had won the state level championship. Today. Which meant tomorrow, at that party, there would be a perfectly natural, perfectly legitimate reason for celebration — for warmth, for congratulations, for Mrs. Sneha to lean over and press a kiss to my cheek the way she sometimes did when she was genuinely proud of someone.
All I had to do was make sure it happened at exactly the right moment.
In exactly the right eyeline.
I leaned back against my pillow, arms folded behind my head, and stared at the ceiling with the quiet satisfaction of someone who has just upgraded their entire plan.
Operation Pawan Deserves This had just gotten considerably more elegant.
No slides. No chaos. Just one small, warm, completely innocent kiss on the cheek — and the look on Mr. Pawan's face that would follow it.
That look. That was the prize.
I smiled at the ceiling.
Tomorrow, I thought, is going to be a very good day.
After dinner Neelam call me in her room where Shilpa stand completely naked without any bra or panty I was froze for a second but then instantly with a grin I close the door with a click.
Neelam get up from bed come in front of me wearing only dark red panty and complete bare breasts that jiggle on each step because of daily exercise my hieght is now completely reached to her breasts
Neelam say" My little Vijay today I give you surprise for winning this comptetion"
I said " My dear I like this surprise very much and stand completely naked in front of Neelam and Shilpa who came behinde me
We get in to bed as Shilpa lay down and said today you can enjoy every thing in any way just hearing this I completely forgot everything look at Neelam said " can you wear your belt with plastic dick I want you to fuck shilpa and I will lick her breasts with chocloate syrup "
Neelam immediately following my wish start to fuck shilpa I everytime amaze by watching shilpa face how she start to lose control on her expression and convert from motherly radiance to slutty.
I grab the bottle and start to cover all breast after covering with syrup Neelam take bottle and take full mouth chocolate syrup and start to kiss shilpa I just watch how shilpa and neelam tongues fight and the kiss getting hotter with shilpa start to use her saliva to mix with syrup and give it back to neelam and lar gose down from her lips corner I immediately start to suck it and lay on stomach on shilpa breast sucking it full. I lick all syrup from her breast and cover them from my slaiva as I turned around Neelam eyes gesture me to come close I know what she want I close my face to her and give a French kiss as my lips connected to her she immediately strat to give that syrup.with mixture of both Shilpa and Neelam salivas and I happily drink it. After finishing it Vijay said" Neelam stop for a moment she and shilpa look at me with confusion but I with grin on my face which full of syrup and saliva come back side of Neelam and unbuckle the belt and remove it. They both look at me I immediately told them to get on scissors postion they quickly follow it and I with half bottle of syrup come beside them shilpa give me a look and Vijay know it that shilpa know what I want to do and directly open the cap pour half of syrup both on their pink flower and start to lick.
We enjoy ourselves completely two hours after a wash we come down stairs to sleep on my bed because their room is now full of syrup, milk, and mango juices.
Because of high temperature we don't wear again clothes and cover us completely with a simple cover under completely nake.
After some kiss I share my revenge plan with shilpa and Neelam and both of them support me and give suggestion like I can demand two kisses in front of Pawan on cheek and in private on lips. Hearing this my mind blown up just thinking about how much that full plump lips will taste. After some silence Shilpa suddenly come top on me and said with smile like villain "look Vijay after some years you have to marry other girl And then its possible that our relationship can't help but broke so I make plan both Neelam and me both stare back at shilpa and waiting for her plan because I know what she said is right
Shilp continue and why not you get and make lesbians with us they can happily live and we can also enjoy new darling girl with you
What she said has some merit in system shop their is a skill that allows a woman to become bisexual and her top priority is me. So I nodded and look at Neelam who gave a dark smirk and said what bitch you are shilpa but I like this bitch and give a deep french kiss and I also share with them .