-SOHINI-
"Sohini, we're leaving. Take care of yourself," Maa called out before sliding into the cab.
Papa heaved the trolley into the trunk with all the gravity of a man going to war. "Lock the door. Don't open it for anyone—no matter how sweet they look."
"I'm not five, Papa," I muttered, hiding my smirk.
They were off to Nani's place—Maa, Papa, and Chinu—for a couple of days. Nani had taken ill again, but I had politely declined to join them, citing "important classes" and "upcoming tests."
Lies. Dirty, delicious lies.
Because tonight wasn't about studies or tuitions. Tonight was about Vedant Khanna.
"Bye! Safe journey!" I waved sweetly, like the ideal daughter. The cab disappeared around the curve of the colony.
"Finally," I grinned, shutting the door behind me like a villainess closing her trap.
I grabbed my phone and typed with wicked glee—
Text to Vedant: My parents are out for the weekend. Come at 9. Bring your stamina.
This was the perfect chance, and I wasn't about to waste it on PG-rated tension.
My heart skipped a beat as I tossed the phone aside and glanced at the clock—7:00 PM. I had exactly two hours to transform into a femme fatale.
I strutted into the bathroom. Water steaming. Razor gliding. Every trace of body hair? Gone. Skin scrubbed smoother than my lies to my parents. I lathered myself in lily-lavender body wash until I smelled like a walking orgasm.
"Vedant's gonna need CPR when he sees me," I muttered to the mirror, blowing a kiss to my naked reflection.
But the bathroom gods betrayed me.
DING DONG.
I yelped, wrapping a towel hastily around me and sprinting to the peephole. Vedant. Holding a paper bag. Looking delicious.
I opened the door. "Why are you early?"
He blinked. "It's 9:15, Sohini."
I looked at the wall clock.
Oh.
"Shit. I took a two-hour shower."
"Guess you were—thorough." He smirked and stepped in, holding a big paper bag.
"Is that—condoms?" I asked, raising a brow.
"Calm down, tigress." He chuckled, pulling me gently by the waist. My breath hitched. "It's just dinner. Mom packed you your favorite."
Just dinner?
I watched, slightly betrayed, as he laid out naan and chili mushroom on the dining table like a well-behaved gentleman. Boring. Responsible. Respectable.
Exactly not what I planned.
"I'll—go change." I vanished into my parents' bedroom and dove into my secret stash. No blouse. No underskirt. No bra. No panties. Just a red saree, wrapped sinfully around my still-damp body.
A swipe of red lipstick. A red bindi. And when I stepped out—
I looked like every man's fantasy and every sanskaari auntie's nightmare.
"Sohini—" He gulped. His jaw? On the floor. "What are you—?"
"We're roleplaying," I purred. "Husband and wife."
He blinked.
I sat beside him, tore a piece of naan, dipped it into the spicy gravy, and offered it to him. "Open wide, hubby."
He obeyed like a man possessed.
"Do you like being fed, baby?" I tilted my head, licking some curry off my thumb.
"I—yeah—" He blinked. "Let's finish dinner first."
I leaned forward, letting the pallu slip just slightly. "Feed me."
He did. And I made sure his finger grazed my lips a little longer than necessary. I sucked—just enough to make him twitch.
"Don't do this," he said, his jaw tight, his eyes locked on mine.
I grinned and ran a hand over his chest. Felt something stiff in his pocket—no, not that—and pulled out a box of condoms.
Durex.
I pulled it out, holding it between two fingers like a trophy.
"Well, well, well—what's this, hubby?"
"It's not—what you think—"
"Oh?" I whispered against his ear, watching it go crimson. "Then tell me, Vedant—what am I thinking?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Dinner and dessert?"
"That I want to sleep with you," he whispered, almost breathless. "But it's not like that—"
Vedant Khanna sat across from me—older, divorced, and devastatingly hot.
He wasn't just attractive; he was the kind of man who could make a saree slip right off a woman with just a look. The kind of man I wanted to take my virginity while I wore one.
"So—you wouldn't have sex with me?" I asked, my voice laced with challenge.
Then, deliberately, I lifted the pleats of my saree.
His jaw slackened when he saw my bare, dripping pussy—smooth, glistening, needy.
"Sohini," he groaned, and it wasn't the voice I'd once known from math lessons or explanations over textbooks. No—it was deeper, raspy. Full of raw hunger. Of restraint.
"Say you don't want me," I murmured, my tone soft and seductive. His Adam's apple bobbed. He was trying—really trying—not to lose control.
I sighed, dramatically. "Fine, I'll go change—"
But before I could turn, he stood. Towering over me. His height, his broad frame—it all felt magnified by the moment. I looked up, breath catching.
"Yes," he said, voice hoarse, "I want you."
And then, without warning, he scooped me up in his arms—cradled like a bride—and carried me into my parents' bedroom. The absurdity of it barely registered before I was gently placed on the bed, the silk of my saree rustling beneath me.
He leaned in, kissing me—my lips, my cheeks, down the slope of my neck, then to the exposed curve of my breast. His kisses were not gentle. They were claiming. As though he was marking me as his.
Then he slowly laid me back against the pillow. His mouth continued its trail—down my chest, over my stomach, dipping to my navel. He gathered my saree up, baring my legs, then pressed kisses on my inner thighs. Soft. Teasing.
When his mouth reached my soaked pussy, I gasped.
"Vedant—" I moaned, trembling beneath him.
"May I?" he murmured, looking up at me.
I didn't speak. Instead, I opened my legs wider, answering him with action.
His lips met mine—my other lips—and I nearly cried out. He kissed me there hungrily, his tongue exploring every slick fold, his teeth grazing just enough to make me squirm. My back arched involuntarily, hands pressed to my mouth to stifle the uncontrollable moans.
Just as I was about to break apart—he stopped.
I blinked, panting. "What—what happened?"
He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he stood, peeled off his shirt, then his pants, and stood before me—completely bare.
Naked and beautiful.
"You're ready," he said simply, rolling on a condom.
My breath hitched.
"It's my first time," I whispered, voice small. The red saree still clung to my waist, but my cheeks were a deeper crimson.
His gaze softened. "I'll be gentle."
He hovered above me again, parting my thighs. I could feel the heat of him—hard and throbbing—rubbing against my entrance. I squeezed my eyes shut, fear and anticipation.
And then—he entered.
I sucked in a sharp breath. The fullness, the stretching—it hurt. My body struggled to accommodate him.
"Look at me, Sohini," he whispered. I opened my eyes to find his face inches from mine, watching me intently. "Does it hurt?"
Yes. God, yes.
"I—no. Not painful," I lied.
A slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips. Then—he pushed in deeper. I gasped.
"A-ah—"
He pulled out halfway before thrusting again, deeper. Harder. My thoughts scattered. My body shook. My nails dug into his shoulders, trying to anchor myself.
"Ah—Vedant," I moaned. "Gentle—please—"
Instead of slowing, he silenced me with a kiss—devouring and urgent. And that was when the wave hit me.
"I—I'm coming," I gasped against his mouth. "I—"
My body shuddered violently as I climaxed, my release pulsing around him. But he didn't stop.
His cock still rock-hard inside me.
"Round two?" I asked, breathless, voice barely a whisper.
His brows lifted slightly. "Can you handle it?" he asked, sweeping back his damp hair.
"Yes," I breathed.
He kissed my neck, then pinned my wrists above my head. He began to thrust again—slow, then building. I came again—this time faster, more intense.
Then came round three. Then four.
By the fifth, I was trembling. My body aching, my pussy sore and swollen.
"I can't—" I whimpered. "I—I—"
He kissed me softly. "Alright," he murmured, then finally collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms.
I lay on his chest, still trying to catch my breath.
I couldn't believe it.
I had lost my virginity to Vedant Khanna. In my parents' room. On their bed.