Happy, Not Gay
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by DesiDreamer · December 13, 2025

IN PICS: SUKRITI | CONTRIBUTED BY: RAHUL (TELEGRAM)
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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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Sukriti looked out the train window, regretting that she had agreed to visit family. Now she was upset and the holidays were blown. Her relationship with her parents had never gone back to the way it was after she came out as a lesbian.

They had hoped it was a phase, a rebellious streak that would pass. But when Sukriti told them about Neha during this visit, their disapproval was palpable, their coldness tangible and they had ended up having a major blowout.

Sukriti had stormed out in a huff and was now headed back to her apartment. Sukriti clutched her backpack tightly as the train pulled into her station, her mind already in the apartment they shared.

She was looking forward to getting back with Neha, looking forward to drowning the disappointment of the visit to the familiar warms of her arms.

She couldn’t wait to bury her face between Neha’s welcoming legs and taste her pussy.

She couldn’t wait for Neha to hold her, kiss her, and lick her to orgasm, making her forget the disappointment of the visit to the family.

Her mood started picking up during the short cab drive and by the time the cab pulled up in front of the apartment building, she had a big smile on her face, looking forward to surprising Neha with her early return to the place the two called home.

She inserted her key in the lock and pushed open the door, humming a tune, expecting to find Neha still in bed or at least relaxing on the couch.

But the sight that greeted her was not what she had expected.

Neha was in bed, alright, but she was not alone. On top of to her, was a naked man she didn’t know. His ass was bouncing up and down, between Neha’s legs, that were raised in the air. Sukriti stood frozen in the doorway, her jaw slack, her eyes wide with shock and betrayal. Neha was moaning and the man was grunting in pleasure.

“Harder, Rahul harder, I am so close,” Neha groaned, grabbing the man’s butt and pulling him into her.

He started pounding her even harder. Sukriti watched mesmerized. The man was all muscle, his back a perfect V, the muscles of her toned butt flexing as he thrust into her girlfriend’s pussy.

Sukriti’s heart was pounding, rage and jealousy coursing through her veins. She should have shouted, screamed, thrown something. But she couldn’t move, couldn’t look away.

Her own body was reacting, her nipples hardening, her panties growing damp. She couldn’t believe it, her body betraying her like this.

“Fuck, Neha, you feel amazing,” Rahul groaned, his pace quickening.

Sukriti’s hand went between her legs and into her panties without her even realizing it. She was rubbing herself, her own excitement growing with each thrust of Rahul’s hips into Neha’s body. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. Her fingers were rubbing her clit in quick circles, her juices coating her fingers.

She couldn’t believe how quickly she was approaching her orgasm. She usually didn’t come so fast. What was happening to her. She should be revolted and confronting the two, but here she was not wanting them to stop till she came. Her whole body was flushed with heat, her thighs trembling as she continued to watch the betrayal unfolding in front of her.

Neha’s head was thrown back, her eyes closed and mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Her hands were fisted in the sheets, her body taut as a bowstring. Rahul was a machine, his hips moving like a piston, pushing in and out of her. Sukriti could see the glistening evidence of their passion on his cock, the wet sounds of their fucking filling the room.

She bit her lip, her own body responding to the raw, primal scene in front of her. Her pussy was on fire, her clit swollen and sensitive as her fingers teased it, drawing out her own pleasure.

And then her orgasm hit. She had to clamp a mouth on her mouth to keep from screaming as her body convulsed, her pussy clenched around her fingers, her juices soaking her panties. She could feel her heart pounding in her temples, her body trembling as she rode out the wave of pleasure.

Rahul was still going hard when Sukriti’s orgasm passed and she opened her eyes again. Neha was screaming on the brink of her orgasm…

“Oh God, oh God, oh God, Aryaaaan…oh FUCCCCKKKK!” she screamed, her body clenching around Rahul, her orgasm ripping through her. Rahul grunted, his body tensing as he came inside her and collapsed on top of Neha, their bodies covered in sweat.

Sukriti silently closed the door and ran down the stairs, tears streaming down her face. As enraged as she was at the betrayal, she was also ashamed of herself for watching and enjoying the show.

She couldn’t stop thinking about it, about the way Rahul’s muscles flexed as he pounded into Neha, about the way her own body had reacted to the scene. She was conflicted, her emotions a whirlwind of anger, hurt, and unexpected arousal.

The next day, she returned to the apartment. This time, she found Neha watching TV in the living room.

“Hey Kriti, what a surprise,” she said, jumping off the couch, “wasn’t expecting you for another week at least.” She smiled, but Sukriti just glared at her, her arms folded across her chest.

“Cut the shit, Neha. I walked in on you fucking a guy yesterday. What the fuck is going on? Since when have you been cheating on me Neha?” Sukriti’s voice was cold, her eyes flashing with anger and betrayal. Neha’s smile faded, replaced by a look of guilt.

“Kriti, I… I can explain,” she started, but Sukriti cut her off.

“Explain? Really? What is there to explain? I caught you red-handed, cumming around a fucking guy’s cock.

What is there to fucking explain?”

Neha’s eyes welled up, tears spilling over her eyelashes. “Kriti, I’m sorry, I never meant for this to happen,” she pleaded, her voice trembling.

Sukriti scoffed, “Never meant to happen? You were fucking moaning and screaming his name, Neha. I saw it all, heard every fucking word.”

Neha’s tears turned into sobs, her body shaking as she tried to control her emotions. “I know, I know, and I’m so fucking sorry,” she cried, her voice choked with tears. “I never told you that I am not a lesbian like you. I am bi…I like guys as much as I like girls.”

Sukriti stared at Neha, her anger momentarily replaced by shock. “What the fuck are you talking about? We’ve been together for two years, Neha. You’re telling me you’re not a lesbian?”

Neha nodded, wiping away her tears. “I never said I was a lesbian, Kriti. I just said I loved you. And I do. I do love you. But I also love cock. I love the way it feels inside me, the way it makes me feel like a woman. I’m sorry, Kriti, I can’t help it,” Neha cried, her voice broken.

Sukriti looked at Neha, her so-called girlfriend, a woman she had shared her life with for years, and now she was learning that she was bi.

“So you telling me I should share you with guys? That’s disgusting Neha. No, not your sexuality, what’s disgusting is that you expect me to accept you being disloyal and cheating on me. Fuck you, Neha,” Sukriti spat, her anger boiling over again.

“I am sorry Kriti, I really am. I love you Neha, but also love Rahul. I can’t help my feelings, Kriti.” Neha implored, her voice pleading, her eyes begging.

“Fuck your feelings, Neha. What about mine?” Sukriti retorted, her voice cold and hard. “You will have to choose Neha. If this relationship is to survive, you will have to choose between us and this can’t repeat….ever.”

Neha looked at Sukriti, her eyes filled with tears. “I can’t choose. I love you both too much,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Sukriti scoffed, “Well, too fucking bad, Neha. Because I sure as hell can’t share you with some fucking dick-wielding cheater.” She turned on her heel and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her.

After spending another night in a hotel, Sukriti decided to confront the guy. She returned to the apartment, relieved that Neha wasn’t home and went about searching through Neha’s belongings for any clue to his identity. She had heard the name Rahul when Neha cried out his name. Now she was on a mission to find out anything she could about him.

It was her lucky day. Neha’s laptop was open on her desk, unlocked. She checked her Facebook, and then her Instagram…Bingo!

An exchange with Rahul was open on the Instagram tab —

“See you in 10” was Neha’s last message, sent about half an hour ago. Neha scrolled up reading the exchange.

He had messaged her in the morning with lovey-dovey messages. Neha had told him how she was busted because her roomie had caught them in the act (she called her a roomie, not her girlfriend — so she was lying to him too).

Rahul had told her that her panties had landed in his open backpack when he had tossed them last night. He had asked if she wanted them or if he could keep them.

She wanted them.

Then she would have to come get them and pay the appropriate tax in his bed before he would give them back. (Disgusting)

I’ve never been to your place Aru, Neha had said, and Rahul had given his address. Jackpot!

Now Sukriti had Rahul’s address. She could confront him and put the fear of God in him as she told him to back off. Neha was hers. But she didn’t want to walk in on them in bed again. She decided to wait another day and confront him the next day.

The next day, Sukriti stood in front of Rahul’s building, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath and pressed the buzzer.

“Yeah?” a voice answered, and she could already hear the smugness in it.

“I’m here to see Rahul,” she replied, her voice steady and strong, despite the turmoil inside her.

“Sure, come on up,” he said, and she heard the buzz of the door unlocking.

She took the stairs two at a time, her anger and determination propelling her forward. His door opened just as she was about to knock. She hadn’t seen his face when she had walked in on them. Fuck, he was gorgeous!

She scolded herself for getting distracted by his looks and barged into his house, huffing and puffing.

“Whoa! Who the fuck are you?” he said taken aback at being pushed aside as she walked into his house.

“Ever heard the name Sukriti?” she asked glaring at him.

“Not till yesterday, you are Neha’s roomie right?” he said, closing the door behind him. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants slung low on his hips, and his chest was bare, his muscles defined and glistening with sweat. He clearly was working out before she had arrived.

“Her girlfriend, not her roomie, you fucking asshole,” she snapped, her eyes flashing with anger. “And now that you know, get the fuck out of my girlfriend’s life.”

Rahul raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Girlfriend? What are you talking about?”

“She didn’t tell you either did she? Bitch! We’ve been together for two years. We are a couple and I don’t share, so stay the fuck away from her!” Sukriti screamed, her face inches from Rahul’s, her breath coming in short, angry gasps.

Rahul chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down Sukriti’s spine. “Is that so? Because from where I’m standing, she likes it when she is with me. Must not be getting enough from you. And I don’t mind sharing. We could even do it all together. Never did it with two girls at the same time, what say?”

“In your dreams, asshole!,” Sukriti retorted, her hands balled into fists at her sides, “Just back off ok, or else…”

“Or else what?” Rahul taunted, stepping closer to Sukriti. He could see the anger in her eyes, the pulse pounding in her neck. He found her fire exciting, arousing. “You going to hit me, little girl? Go ahead.”

Sukriti clenched her jaw, her fingers itching to slap him. But she knew that would only escalate things, and she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Instead, she did something unexpected. She reached out and grabbed his sweatpants, yanking them down to his ankles in one swift motion.

Rahul’s cock sprang free, already half-hard from their exchange.

Sukriti’s eyes widened as she stared at it, her anger momentarily replaced by shock. It was thick and long. She had never seen a cock up close before. She had always been a lesbian. What the hell was she thinking, pulling his pants down? FUCK!

“You want action too? Like what you see?” Rahul smirked, his cock twitching in the air between them.

Sukriti’s cheeks flushed, and yet, she wasn’t able to tear her eyes away from his cock. She could feel the heat between her legs, her pussy throbbing with unexpected desire. He was right; she wanted action, despite her better judgment.

“Fuck you,” she spat, but her voice lacked conviction. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, could see the hunger in his eyes. It was intoxicating and dangerous.

Rahul reached out, his hand wrapping around her wrist as he pulled her closer. “Clearly Neha chose me over you,” he said not bothering to pick up his tracks, a wicked smile on his face as she let her stare at his member and watching her gulp in shock. “If she had chosen you, then you wouldn’t be here.” Rahul said, his voice low and husky.

When she didn’t say anything and kept staring at his growing erection, he continued, “You know why she chose me? You want to find out? I could show you, maybe you will prefer a cock over pussy too.”

Rahul taunted, his eyes glued to Sukriti’s body, watching her blush deepen. Her chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths, her nipples hardening under her shirt.

When she didn’t say or move, he stepped closer and grabbed her wrist, placing her hand on his erection. “You know you want it.” Rahul’s voice was low and husky, his breath hot against her ear.

His cock was rock hard in her hand, the skin smooth and velvety. She could feel the pulse of blood through it, could see the veins standing out. He was right; she did want it. Despite the anger, the betrayal, the confusion, there was a part of her that wanted to know what it felt like to have a cock inside her, to feel it moving inside her, to hear the sounds it made when it was fucking her.

“Fuck off,” she whispered, but her hand remained on his cock, her fingers tentatively stroking it.

Rahul chuckled, low and throaty, his cock twitching in her hand.

“You sure about that, princess? Because I don’t think so.” He reached up, placing a hand on her breast over her shirt, his thumb fingering her nipple through it.

“Ooooh… nice and hard, you do want it.” Rahul’s voice was a low growl, his hand squeezing her breast, his thumb circling her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through her.

Sukriti’s breath hitched, her body responding despite her brain screaming at her to stop. She could feel the heat pooling in her pussy, her clit throbbing. She had never been touched by a guy before, had never felt this way.

Rahul’s other hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel his cock pressing against her stomach, hot and hard. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, demanding kiss, biting her lips and forcing her mouth open before his tongue snaked in.

She gasped, taken aback by the suddenness of it, but his tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring, teasing, and she found herself kissing him back.

His hand on her breast was squeezing, kneading, his thumb still rubbing her nipple through her shirt. She could feel the heat building in her core, her pussy growing wetter.

Rahul broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks in their wake. She let out a soft moan, her head falling back, giving him better access.

He trailed his lips down her collarbone and back up, sucking and biting the sensitive flesh.

His hands roamed over her body, squeezing and groping, exploring every inch of her. He pulled her shirt up and off, throwing it to the side before kissing her again.

Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra.

His mouth left a trail of kisses down her neck, her collarbone, as he peeled her bra off.

Her breasts were exposed, her nipples hard and aching.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he said licking his lips as he stared at her hard and erect nipples.

He took one in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it, his hand kneading the other.

She gasped, her hips bucking against his, desperate for friction.

All Sukriti could do was moan, her hand still holding his cock now stroking him hard.

He surprised her when he picked her up like a rag doll and carried her to his bedroom, tossing her on his bed, her skirt rising to her hips.

Grabbing her knees, he spread her legs, burying his face into her panties. He inhaled deeply, breathing in her scent. It was intoxicating. He could smell her arousal, see the wet spot on her panties. He growled, his cock throbbing with need.

He kissed her pussy over her panties, his fingers running up and down her slit. She could feel the heat of his breath through the thin fabric, could feel his lips on her, and she moaned, her hips bucking against him.

“Fuck, you smell amazing,” he growled, his voice muffled by her panties, “can’t wait to taste you”. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and pulled them down, exposing her pussy to him. He sucked in a breath, his eyes widening at the sight of her. She was shaved, her pussy lips glistening with her juices. He licked his lips, his cock throbbing with anticipation.

He leaned in, his tongue flicking out, licking her from bottom to top. He groaned, the taste of her driving him wild. He licked her again, this time lingering on her clit, circling it, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. She let out a gasp, her hips bucking against his face, her fingers tangling in his hair.

“Oh FUCK!,” she moaned, her voice breathless. He chuckled, the vibration sending shivers through her. He wanted to tease her, to make her beg for it.

“Ask for it, tell me you want me to fuck you.” he said his finger entering her.

“Oh God yes….no…oh God” she mumbled, as his finger started moving in and out of her. She could feel the heat building, her body writhing under his touch, her hips moving in time with his thrusts.

“You want more, don’t you, princess?” Rahul’s voice was low and husky, his lips brushing against her clit as he spoke, sending shivers down her spine.

“Y-yes,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

That was all the invitation he needed, the nest moment, he was sucking on her clit, a second finger entering her, stretching her.

Sukriti cried out, her back arching, her hips thrusting against his face, seeking more. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, his tongue lashing her clit, his other hand squeezing and kneading her breast.

“You’re fucking yummy. Cum in my mouth princess, feed me your honey.”

Sukriti was lost in a haze of pleasure, her body on fire. She had never felt like this before, never been touched like this. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her pussy clenching around his fingers.

She was so close, so fucking close, and he knew it as her pussy muscles started clenching around his fingers and her breathing became more and more ragged.

He bit gently on her swollen clit, sending her over the edge, and she screamed out her release, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure squirted out of her pussy.

He lapped at her pussy, drinking her juices, his fingers still thrusting in and out of her, prolonging her orgasm.

Just as her orgasm was beginning to subside, she was rocked by a second wave, that was even more violent.

“Oh Maaaaaa.” she screamed feeding him more of her cum.

Rahul lapped up every drop like a starving man, his tongue fucking her pussy, his fingers fucking her cunt. And then she was rocked by a third orgasm, and then a fourth, back to back.

She had been cumming relentlessly for close to five minutes, and he kept eating her hungrily, lapping up every drop of her juices.

When she finally collapsed, getting a reprieve from her body’s violence, his cock was rubbing against her opening.

Unconsciously, her hand grabbed it and guided it into her.

Rahul groaned, the sound low and primal, as he sank into her. Sukriti gasped, her eyes snapping open, her gaze meeting his.

She could see the pleasure in his eyes, the hunger, the need. She could feel the burning stretch of her pussy as it accommodated his cock.

He was big, much bigger than she had imagined.

“Fuck, you’re tight, way tighter than Neha” he groaned, his hips moving, his cock sliding in and out of her slowly, letting her adjust to his size.

She could feel every inch of him, could feel the veins on his cock as he moved in and out of her

“You are out of luck princess. I used my last condom with Neha. You will have to take it in you princess.” Rahul growled, his voice low and dark, “I’m not pulling out. You want to fuck me raw, you got it.”

Sukriti’s breathing hitched, her body trembling as his cock slowly inched deeper into her. She could feel the burn, the stretch, but also the pleasure. Her body was responding to his, her pussy clenching around him, her hips moving to meet his thrusts.

Sukriti gasped, her eyes watering at the sensation of being filled so completely. She could feel every inch of his cock, could feel the warmth of his body against hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him to move faster, to fuck her harder.

Rahul didn’t need any more encouragement. He began to thrust into her, his hips slamming against hers, his cock pounding into her pussy. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a brutal kiss, his tongue fucking her mouth as he fucked her pussy.

She met his kiss with equal fervor, her body on fire, her pussy clenching around his cock. She could taste herself on his tongue, the musky scent of her arousal filling her nostrils.

“You fucking love it, don’t you, princess?” Rahul growled, his voice rough, his breath hot against her ear.

Sukriti moaned, her body writhing under him, her hips moving in time with his thrusts. “God, yes,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.

She could feel her orgasm building again, her body tensing, her pussy clenching around his cock. She was so close, so fucking close, and she needed him to fuck her harder, deeper, faster.

Rahul must have sensed it too, because he suddenly flipped her over, pulling her to the edge of the bed. He grabbed her hips and thrust back into her, his cock slamming into her pussy with a force that made her scream.

He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and thrust into her even deeper, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room.

Sukriti moaned, her body on fire, her pussy clenching around his cock. He reached between them and started rubbing her clit, doubling her pleasure and driving over the edge.

“Aaaaahhh….maaaa,” she screamed, her entire body shaking violently, her pussy convulsing around his cock as she came again, harder this time, her juices squirting out of her and onto his bed.

Rahul grunted, feeling her orgasm milk his cock, her pussy clenching around him like a vice.

He couldn’t hold back any longer either. His back arched and he stiffened, burying himself to the hilt in her, his cock twitching and pulsing as he filled her with his cum.

“Fuck!” he grunted, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He stayed there for a while, his body collapsing on top of her. Their mouths met and she kissed him hungrily. And then started moving in and out again, his cock showing no sign of going limp inside her.

Sukriti whimpered, her body still sensitive from her multiple orgasms, her pussy still pulsing from his cum.

“I am going to fuck you all day, princess. Never fucked a pussy like yours. You’re incredible.” Rahul growled, his voice thick with desire as he slowly pulled out of her, only to flip her over on her stomach.

He grabbed her hips and lifted her ass in the air, positioning her on her hands and knees, entering her doggy-style. Sukriti gasped, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets as he slammed into her pussy with a force that left her breathless.

Sukriti moaned, her body trembling with each thrust, her breasts swaying with the force of his movements. She could feel every inch of his cock filling her, stretching her, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

He started pounding into her harder, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room.

This time around, he was in no rush to cum and fucked her through two more orgasms before shooting a second load in her pussy.

Sukriti was exhausted, her body shaking with exertion and pleasure, her pussy dripping with cum.

Rahul didn’t pull out when he collapsed on top of her. She felt his cock finally start to go limp inside her.

“Unbelievable,” she gasped as he kissed and bit her neck, “I’ve never cum that hard or that many times before.”

“Now you know why Neha chose me over you, don’t you princess?” he said, continuing to nuzzle her neck.

“Fuck,” she groaned, “I’d choose you too after that.” She turned her head to kiss him, her tongue darting into his mouth, tasting herself on him. He grabbed her hair, holding her head in place as he kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth.

“So who’s stopping you?” he said when he broke the kiss. “Neha won’t mind sharing, I’m sure. What better way to get back at her for betraying you?” he said into her neck.

He was right, she realized. She did want him. Despite everything, despite the betrayal, she wanted him. She wanted his cock inside her, wanted him to fuck her like he just did. She wanted to feel the raw pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of her, wanted to feel the burn of his cum inside her.

She turned her head to look at him, her eyes meeting his. She could see the satisfaction in his eyes, the smug smile on his face. He knew he had her. He knew she was hooked.

“You’re a fucking god in bed,” she said, her voice breathless, her body still trembling from their encounter.

“I’ve never been fucked like that before.”

Rahul chuckled, his voice low and husky. “You’ve never been fucked by a cock, princess. You thought you were a lesbian remember?”

Rahul asked, his voice smug, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced down at Sukriti. She was still on her hands and knees, his limp cock still inside her. She groaned, the mention of her past sexuality still a sore spot. She had always thought she was a lesbian, had always identified as such. But after that fuck, she wasn’t so sure. All she could think about was his cock in her, willing it to go hard again.

“Think you can get it up again?” she asked, her voice coming in gasps. “I want more.” Sukriti said, her voice a low growl, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms. She could feel the cum dripping down her thighs.

Rahul chuckled, his cock twitching inside her at her words. “Maybe, but you will have to help.” he said finally pulling out of her.

Flipping her on her back, he positioned his cock at her mouth. Sukriti opened wide, taking him in, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting herself on him. He groaned, his cock twitching in her mouth as she sucked him in deeper, his hands fisting in her hair.

It took close to half an hour of sucking and stroking before he started to go hard again in her mouth.

She worked him with her hand and mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips tight around the shaft.

She could taste herself on him, could taste his cum mixed with her juices. She moaned around his cock, her eyes watering as he started to fuck her mouth, his hips moving, his cock sliding in and out.

“Fuck, you look so hot like that, princess,” Rahul groaned, his hands fisting in her hair, his hips moving faster, fucking her mouth harder.

“Get on top,” he said when he was finally hard and ready.

Sukriti climbed on top of him, gravity and her wetness aiding her in sliding down onto his cock with ease. She gasped as he filled her up, her body still sensitive from their previous encounters. She started moving her hips, grinding against him, her tits bouncing with the motion.

She could feel every inch of him as she moved, could hear the slap of flesh against flesh, the wet sound of their bodies joining. She looked down at him, her eyes locked onto his as she rode him, her hips moving in a rhythm that had them both panting.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” she moaned, bouncing on his cock , her nails digging into his chest.

He pulled her forward, her boobs bouncing over his face, and he latched onto one nipple, sucking and biting it hard.

“Rahul, yes, oh god, yes,” Sukriti screamed as he bit down hard, the pain and pleasure exploding in her head.

He sucked hard, making a loud popping sound as he released her nipple. He then grabbed her hips, slamming her down hard on his cock and pounding up into her, their bodies slapping together.

“Fuck Rahul…. I am going to cum again, don’t stop Rahul, oh fuck!” she groaned, her eyes closed and head thrown back, surrendering to the sensations rocking her body.

He grabbed her hips and started thrusting upwards hard and fast, driving her over the precipice.

“Maaaaa….nooooo….oh fuck yessssss,” she screamed as she came around his cock, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching and unclenching around him.

“FUCKKKK!!!” he screamed, slamming into her and holding himself there, filling her pussy for a third time in less than two hours.

By the time she left his place at 9 pm, she had taken two more loads of his cum, one in her pussy and another in her mouth, swallowing his cum greedily, the sweetest and most delicious thing she had tasted in her life.

Things were bound to get complicated with the two girls sharing Rahul. Neha didn’t mind, but Sukriti wasn’t the sharing type. When Neha suggested a threesome, it was just too much for Sukriti.

Though she didn’t want to, she broke it off with Rahul. She got admission in a college in a different town and moved at the end of the academic year.

As the years passed, boyfriends came and went and the episode between her, Neha and Rahul became a distant memory. By the time she started working, it was well and truly behind her. She never expected to meet either of them again in life, but life had other plans for her.

Years Later…

Shruti’s career took off and she rose quickly in the company. Having joined as a trainee, she grew to the position of a Manager in just four years, the fastest rise of anyone in the history of the company.

That was her, Sukriti, the ambitious, driven, and dedicated marketing manager with a charming personality and a sharp intellect. Along with her career, her department also was growing.

What started as a new product launch was now one of the three fastest selling products of the company. The team under Sukriti was being celebrated in the company’s annual awards ceremony.

They had been working hard for the last six months and deserve this. The atmosphere was charged with excitement, anticipation, and a little bit of rivalry.

“Well done Sukriti, as usual,” The CEO said walking over to the table where she and her team were sitting, “well done all of you,” he added.

“Thank you sir,” they said in a chorus.

“You should start thinking about expansion now Sukriti. I expect a growth proposal on my desk in a week. We go into annual planning next month and I want to make sure your team is adequately staffed and funded for next year.”

Sukriti smiled, “Thank you, sir. I’ll have the proposal ready for you.”

“Great,” he said, patting her on the back. “Now, go enjoy yourselves. You’ve earned it.”

The CEO moved on to congratulate another team, leaving Sukriti and her team to celebrate their win.

The start of the new year came with the good news that her budget proposal had been approved and now, she had to hire fast to make sure the team was adequately staffed.

This was always the hardest part of the job. She enjoyed interviewing people, finding the right candidate and taking them under her wings. What she hated was going through CVs and shortlisting interview candidates.

She was a better judge of a person face to face and a CV never told the whole story. She was always scared of rejecting a good candidate with a weak CV and trusted the HR team to do the pre-selections. She would show up for the interviews, often not even knowing who she was about to interview.

She had been interviewing since morning and had already rejected five candidates. She was starting to lose hope when the next candidate knocked on the door of the conference room.

“Come in,” she said and froze as Rahul walked into the room.

“Rahul?” she gasped, her eyes widening in shock. He smiled at her, a slow, predatory smile that sent shivers down her spine.

“Hello, Sukriti,” he said, his voice deep and husky. “Long time no see.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked, genuinely surprised.

“I saw the job posting online and thought I’d give it a shot,” he said.

“But this is a trainee’s position,” she said picking up his resume and scanning through it. As she read, she realized he had done post-graduation. He was studying while she had started her career. This would be his first job. That explained it.

“Education.I like to torture myself like that.” He said as she scanned his CV. “I had no idea you worked her, honest.” He added, crossing his heart.

“I don’t believe this,” Sukriti muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. “What are the odds right?” She said putting his CV down, “genuinely happy to see him after so many years… the way you are happy to meet an old friend, not in a romantic sense.

“I know right! It’s good to see you again Su, you seem to have done well for yourself.”

“Tell me about yourself. How’s Neha? You guys got married? Still dating? Tell me everything.” She said, genuinely eager to get caught up.

“Not quite how it panned out. She went abroad after graduating and we broke it off. Long distance wasn’t my thing, and knowing her, she would find someone wherever she went.”

“Sorry to hear that,” she said.

“Truth be told, it wasn’t the same thing between us after you. She wasn’t a scratch on you and I thought we had a good thing — you and I. When you left, I missed you for a long time. Burying myself in studies was what helped me get over you.”

“All for the best, Rahul,” she said. “I would never have been able to share you. If I hadn’t moved, I wouldn’t have got this job. Everything happens for the best, after all.”

“Can’t argue with that. So anyway, about this job…” Rahul said, his voice trailing off as he looked into Sukriti’s eyes, worried that their history would go against him.

Sukriti nodded. As they had talked, she had begun to realize that he had changed in a good way. He had a more rugged, mature look about him, but he seemed to have mellowed from within. Gone was the pompous arrogant boy she remembered. He had a certain quiet confidence now. She decided to give him a chance, for old times’ sake.

“You know, Rahul,” she said, leaning back in her chair, “I think you’ve got potential. I’m gonna hire you, but remember, no bullshit. You work under me, and I’m not going to tolerate any of that old drama.”

Rahul nodded, a grin spreading across his face. “You won’t regret it, Sukriti.”

A month after he started working, she was glad she had gone with her gut. He was easily the best intern, and his work was immaculate. He never made mistakes and never had to be given an instruction twice.

He was a quick study and a fast learner. He was a team player, always ready to help out others even if it meant staying back late. He was professional and respectful around her and her entire team had noting but good things to say about him.

They had become good friends. The old chemistry was still there, and somewhere deep within her, she knew she missed what was the best sex of her life.

None of her other boyfriends had ever come close. Not even close to the intensity, the passion, the raw, animalistic need that she and Rahul had shared.

She knew he was interested in her. She had noticed the lingering glances, the wistful look of nostalgia, of remembered experiences. But they had both grown up, had become professionals.

They kept their relationship professional and friendly, but the proximity day after day was making it hard to keep things professional… at least for her.

Things came to a head six months later, when they were working on a project. One of the other trainees had made a critical mistake and she had to redo the entire project plan. It was Friday and the submission deadline was the following Monday. She groaned at what looked like an all-nighter.

“Need a hand?” Rahul asked as the rest of the team started leaving for the day.

“Thanks Rahul, I think I am good. I may have to work all night, but I got this. You go along. Don’t have to cancel your weekend plans for this.” She said with a smile.

“I don’t have any plans, really. Besides, two heads are better than one right? With both of us working on it, we may be able to finish it in a few hours and you won’t have to pull an all-nighter.” Rahul volunteered.

Sukriti hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, you’re right. Let’s do this.”

She decided to start from the beginning. They had to find the mistake first before they could fix it. Two hours later, they still hadn’t found the mistake. She was getting frustrated.

“How about we take a break and order in some food? We can look at it with fresh eyes and a break can’t hurt.” Rahul said.

“You know what. You are right. We are going around in circles and a break is exactly what we need.” She said, pulling out her phone and dialing the pizza place they always ordered from.

As they waited for the food, they chatted lightly, catching up on each other’s lives. But the tension between them was palpable, the air charged with an unspoken energy. They were alone in the office, the rest of the team having left for the weekend.

The pizza arrived, and they dug in, their hunger getting the better of them. They ate in comfortable silence, the tension between them slowly dissipating.

Sukriti leaned back in her chair, her stomach pleasantly full. “Thanks for the help, Rahul,” she said, offering him a small smile.

Rahul shrugged. “No problem. It’s been fun working with you again. It’s like old times, but better.” He paused, his eyes locked onto hers, a heated gaze that made her breath hitch. “I’ve missed you, Sukriti.”

“I’ve missed you too.” she said smiling awkwardly.

They sat silently, the tension between them palpable.

“Let’s find that darned mistake,” He said finally, breaking the tension, “it’s not going to find itself and I don’t want to be at the office all night, if we can help it.”

“Good idea,” she said, leaning forward and pushing the cold pizza box away. She had to admit he was right. They needed to get the work done and out of the way before they could relax. She was glad he had grown up and had prioritized work over what she knew they both wanted.

They worked for another hour, cross-referencing reports and going through the data meticulously. Finally, Rahul let out a triumphant “Eureka!” as she spotted the mistake.

“Well, it seems our colleague is a bit number blind,” he said, pointing at the mistake. “Looks like they’ve mixed up the numbers.”

“Damn, you are right.” Sukriti said, “I can’t believe I missed that. Good job.”

“Finally, some good news.” Rahul said, throwing his hands up in triumph. “Fixing the rest of the proposal should be easy now.”

Sukriti stood up and stretched, the adrenaline draining as the stress of the past few hours finally dissipated. She felt the tension in her shoulders, the ache in her neck.

“Why don’t you take a break boss? I will have the rest of the proposal fixed in an hour or so. That’s just one person’s work. You can review it once I am done.” Rahul suggested watching the stress leave her face.

“You sure?” She asked, “I was about to suggest you can leave. I can take over and get it fixed from here.”

“Not a chance. Detective Rahul found the culprit. He’s going to see the case through.” he said, crossing his arms over his chest, a smug smile playing on his lips.

“Alright Sherlock, have at it. And thanks, I could take a walk and clear my head.” Sukriti said, finally giving in, “I will come back with coffee. Thanks again.”

“Don’t mention it Boss” Rahul said cracking his knuckles, ready to attack the proposal.

Sukriti took the elevator to the ground floor and made her way to the jogging tracks. The night air was crisp, and she was immediately when she stepped out of the building. The jogging path was well lit and quiet, the perfect place for her to clear her mind.

As she walked, her mind went through the past few hours. Rahul had been God sent. She wasn’t sure she would have caught the mistake. She had been too close to the project and had missed it. His fresh eyes had caught it. He had just saved her hours… maybe the whole weekend of work, because there was no telling how long it would have been before she caught the mistake.

And he was right, two heads were better than one and his fresh eyes had caught the mistake that she had missed. She owed him one.

An hour later, she made two coffees from the coffee machine in the lobby and rode the elevator to their office. When she entered the office, Rahul got out of his chair and stood smugly, both his hands on his hips, like he was Superman or something, a big grin on his face.

“What’s with the grin Sherlock?” Sukriti asked, raising an eyebrow as she placed the coffee cups on the table.

“Just finished the proposal.” he said, his eyes dancing with pride, “And you owe me big this time. There was another mistake we had missed, a bigger one this time.” Rahul said.

“Really? Another mistake?” She couldn’t believe she had missed two mistakes.

“Yup. It’s all ready for you to review boss.” He said getting out of the chair and inviting her to check the proposal.

She slipped into his chair and started going through it. He leaned over her shoulder and pointed out where the other mistake was and how she would have wasted hours doing the proposal only to find it was wrong. Then she would have had to start all over again.

She nodded as she scanned the proposal, “Damn, You’re right Rahul. I do owe you big time.”

She continued going through the document and stood up ten minutes later, impressed with the work. He had not just fixed the proposal, he had made it even better.

“You did it!” She shrieked happily and hugged him.

He held her as she screamed in happy excitement, the proximity of her body sending electricity through his. He could feel her breasts against his chest, and it was all he could do not to kiss her right then and there.

“Thanks Rahul, I mean it. You’re a lifesaver.” Sukriti gushed, pulling away slightly to look at him.

“I told you I had your back. You’re welcome.” Rahul said, his eyes locked onto hers.

She bit her lip, her eyes flickering. She could feel the chemistry, the tension. She knew he could too. An awkward moment passed while he held her, before she leaned in and kissed him.

It was gentle at first, a peck on the lips, but the moment their lips touched, it deepened. He groaned, opening his mouth to her, his tongue exploring hers. He pulled her closer, his hands roaming over her back, her hips, her ass. She responded, her body melting into his, her hands fisting his shirt.

The kiss was hot and heavy, full of pent-up desire, old memories and months of denying and suppressing their desire. It was a kiss that promised more, much more.

They stripped each other in a frenzy, their mouths locked, not wanting to break a kiss that felt like heaven.

Rahul pushed Sukriti back against the desk, his hands roaming over her body, fondling her breasts, her ass, her hips, as if trying to memorize every curve, every softness. Sukriti moaned into his mouth, her fingers digging into his back, nails raking against his skin.

He lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the desk, spreading her legs wide. He stepped back, his eyes raking over her body, taking in every inch of her. “Fuck, Sukriti, you’re even more beautiful than I remember,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.

He ran his hands up her thighs, his touch sending shivers through her body. He gripped her hips, his thumbs digging into her flesh as he spread her wider. She gasped as she felt the cool air on her pussy, the heat of his gaze making her wetter.

“God, how I missed this,” she groaned when his tongue entered her. He was on his knees between her legs, his face buried in her pussy.

He licked and sucked at her clit, his tongue rough and unforgiving, just the way she liked it. Within minutes, she could feel her orgasm building, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Cum for me, princess,” he said into her pussy, addressing her with a name she hadn’t heard for years. She gasped as he bit down on her clit, sending her over the edge.

“Fuck, Rahul!” she screamed, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. He held her hips steady, not letting her pull away as he continued to lick and suck her through her orgasm.

He kept eating her as she came down from her orgasm, only to be rocked by a second wave, and then a third, and a fourth, just like their first time all those years ago. She was a writhing, moaning mess on top of the desk, completely at his mercy.

Finally, he pulled away, his face and chin glistening with her juices. He stood up, his cock rock hard and ready.

“Fuck, how I have missed the sweetness of your pussy, Su,” he said licking his lips, “I could eat you all night.”

“No way Sherlock, I want you in me. Now. That’s an order.”

Sukriti breathed out, her voice thick with desire. She felt like she was on fire, her body aching for him.

“Yes boss,” Rahul said grinning, rubbing his cock against her opening, lubricating it. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer, the tip of his cock nudging her entrance. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“You did that,” Sukriti panted, her nails biting into his forearms, her legs spread wide, ready to take him in. “Do it Rahul, fuck me.”

He thrust in with one swift motion, filling her completely, the sensation of her hot, tight pussy enveloping him sending shockwaves through him. “Fuuuck,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. He started to move, slowly at first, savoring the feel of her around him.

“Guess what Boss, I don’t have a condom today either.” He said starting to move in and out of her, “and you know I still don’t pull out.”

“You better not pull out, Rahul,” Sukriti said, her breath coming in short gasps, her body already on fire with need. “I will fire you if you do.”

“No you won’t boss,” he said picking up the tempo, “who will fix your proposals if you fire me.”

“Stop talking, you smug son of a bitch and fuck me,”

Sukriti panted, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust.

Rahul chuckled, his hands tightening on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. “You’re still a dirty little thing aren’t you princess?” he said, his voice husky with desire.

“Shut up and fuck me, Rahul,” she growled, her body on fire, her pussy clenching around his cock with every thrust.

He obliged, driving into her harder, slamming her back against the desk with each thrust. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, along with their moans and groans of pleasure.

Rahul leaned over Sukriti, his body covering hers as he thrust into her, his hips slapping against hers. His cock was huge inside her, stretching her, filling her completely. She could feel every inch of him as he moved in and out of her, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Su,” Rahul groaned, his eyes locked onto hers. “I’ve missed this so damn much.”

“Me too,” Sukriti panted, her hands gripping his ass, her nails digging into his flesh. “Fuck me harder, Rahul. Make me feel every inch of you.” Sukriti groaned, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She could feel the heat building in her core, her body tensing as she approached the edge.

Rahul grunted, his body slipping with sweat as he pounded into her with a renewed vigor. He gripped her hips tighter, the skin-to-skin contact sending sparks of pleasure through both of them. He fucked her harder, faster, their bodies slapping together with each thrust.

“Fuck yes, Rahul,” she moaned, her body tensing, her muscles clenching around his cock as he pounded into her, “I am so close Rahul, Oh God, yes.” He could feel it, the way her pussy was gripping him, milking him, her body on the verge of another orgasm.

“Cum for me, Su,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.

“Oh FUCKKKKKKK!” she screamed, her body convulsing as she came.

He pulled out of her just as her orgasm hit. He lifted her legs and wrapped his mouth around her pussy as she erupted, her pussy shooting fountains in his mouth. He lapped at her, swallowing every drop of her orgasm.

She came for him, yelling his name, a string of curses and moans escaping her lips. He worked her pussy with his tongue, sucking on her clit, and thrusting his tongue in and out of her. She was a writhing mess on the desk, panting, moaning, and squirming.

He was back in her the moment she stopped squirting. He thrust in harder, barreling her body towards another orgasm, that rocked her harder than the previous.

Once again, he pulled out at the last moment and took her in his mouth when her orgasm hit. He devoured her juices, swallowing every drop as she yelled out his name in ecstasy.

When her body finally stopped convulsing, he stood up and slammed back into her, his cock now impossibly hard and ready for more.

He did that for two more orgasms, driving her crazy, “don’t pull out, please don’t pull out, I want you to cum with me Rahul” she begged as she felt another orgasm building.

He stayed in this time, groaning as she clenched around him. “Fuck, princess, I’m close too.” He said, his voice thick with lust.

“Cum inside me, Rahul, fill me up, please!” She begged, her body on fire, every nerve ending on fire.

He pounded into her a few more times, his cock hitting deep inside her, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. “Fuck, yes, Sukriti, you’re gonna get it…” He groaned as he felt his orgasm building.

“Oh shit, here it comes, Su.” He screamed, his back arching as he stiffened.

His cock pulsed, his cum shooting deep inside her, filling her completely.

He groaned, the sensation of her hot, wet pussy milking his cock sending waves of pleasure through him.

“Fuck, Su,” he moaned, his body trembling as he came down from his high. He stayed inside her, his cock twitching as he felt her pussy clench around him, milking him for every last drop of his cum.

She groaned, her body still convulsing with the aftershocks of her own orgasm.

“Fuck, Rahul, that was incredible.”

He pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving her as he stripped off his shirt and jeans, his cock standing proud and hard.

“Come here, princess,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Sukriti stood up, her body still trembling with the force of her orgasms. She stepped out of her panties and walked over to him, her eyes locked onto his.

He led her through the office, both of them naked in the empty office. Opening the conference room, he led her to the conference table.

Without any words, he pushed her back onto the cold, hard surface. He could see the goosebumps on her skin, and he knew she was finally feeling the cold, the adrenaline of the moment having faded.

He entered her and immediately started pounding her hard and deep.

“Fuck Su, I have missed you so much, I don’t think I will be able to last.” Rahul said panting as he pounded into her hard, his cock slamming into her pussy with each thrust.

The cold, hard surface of the table sent shivers down her spine, contrasting with the heat of his body pressing against hers. She could feel the cool air on her exposed skin, making her nipples harden into sharp points.

Sukriti moaned, her body already on fire, the cold table surface adding to the raw, primal feeling of their encounter. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her, her heels digging into his ass, urging him to go harder.

“Fuck, Rahul, yes. Harder, please.” Sukriti groaned, her body arching off the table as he pounded into her, her back scraping against the cold surface, the pain only intensifying the pleasure.

“Rahul….” he groaned, her eyes going wide, “I am going to cum again Raaa….huuu…lllll” She shook like a twig in a storm as she surrendered to the pleasure she hadn’t felt with any other man since Rahul.

She couldn’t control herself. She cried his name over and over, as much a prayer as a plea. Rahul, with the skill of a seasoned lover, knew when she was close.

He pulled out, flipped her over, and lifted her hips, making her kneel on the table. He slid back into her from behind, his fingers digging into her hips, his breath hot on her neck.

“Oh God, I’m cumming…Oh Maaaaa.” she let out a wild cry as her orgasm hit. Rahul groaned, feeling her pussy clamp down on him, squeezing him with her powerful orgasm. “Oh fuck, Sukriti, I’m cumming.” he screamed, erupting inside her.

Sukriti felt his hot cum spurt deep into her, filling her completely. “Oh God, Rahul. That feels so fucking good.”

Both were totally spent and collapsed next to each other on the conference table.

Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breaths ragged and labored.

After a few minutes, as her breath started returning to normal, she started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Rahul asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

“We have more work in front of us, now” she said, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Work?”

“Who’s going to clean all this mess?”

Rahul started laughing too. After a while he said, “if we are going to be cleaning two rooms, why not clean them all?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, still laughing.

“Well, we could fuck in every room, all night long, then we would have to clean all the rooms.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she said rolling over and kissing him.

They fucked like rabbits all night long, neither getting enough of the year. They explored every room, every surface, every piece of furniture in the office. They fucked on the floor, against the wall, on every desk, in every chair. They did it doggy style, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl. They did it everywhere, and they did it every way.

By morning, they could barely stand, leave alone clean.

“Thank God, it’s Saturday, I don’t have the strength to stand.” she said laughing as they lay panting on her office floor.

“You know what that means right,” he said, joining her in the laughter.

“What?”

“That we can continue fucking today and tomorrow and clean up on Sunday night.” he said, his voice thick with lust.

Sukriti looked at him, her eyes glazed with desire, “I can’t believe I am even considering this, but I have a better idea. Why don’t we take this to my place? I could do with a bed below my back” she said smiling, her eyes dancing with mischief.

“Your place it is then, boss,” Rahul said grinning, his desire for her still burning hot.

They fucked through the weekend and every weekend from then on. It was like they were picking up where they left off and making up for lost time.

They made sure to stay professional at work during the week, both of them feeling the tension build, making the weekends extra special.

The inevitable happened two months later when she missed her period. She took the test on a Tuesday morning, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for the agonizing three minutes. When she saw the pink plus sign, she couldn’t believe it. She was pregnant.

She sat on the toilet seat, the test still in her hand, her mind racing. She was leaving her apartment when she saw Rahul standing outside her door, a bag of coffee in his hand. He smiled when he saw her, but his smile faded when he noticed her face.

“What’s wrong, Su?” he asked, concern etched on his face.

She looked at him, her eyes welling up with tears. “I think I’m pregnant, Rahul,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

He frowned, his eyes widening in surprise. “What? How is that possible? You’re on the pill, right?”

She shook her head. “I forgot…” She trailed off, her voice thick with unshed tears.

“Hey, hey, hey, why the tears? This is great news! I am going to be a dad. Maybe a terrible one, but you don’t have to rub it in by crying.”

He said softly, pulling her into a hug. She laid her head on his chest, her body shaking with a combination of sobs and laughter at his lame joke.

He held her tight, stroking her hair, whispering soothing words into her ears.

“I’m scared, Rahul,” she admitted after a while.

“Scared of what? That I will propose and suggest we get married?” He asked grinning.

“No, I’m not scared of that. I am not sure I am ready to be a mom.”

“Good” he said.

“Good? You think it’s good that I am scared?” She asked, her voice filled with confusion.

“Not, it’s good that you aren’t scared of me proposing.” he said getting on his knees. “What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes wide with surprise.

“Don’t worry, I have an idea even better than eating your pussy right now. I was wondering when to do this, but this is as good a time as any.” He said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small jewelry box.

Sukriti’s eyes widened as she saw it and her heart skipped a beat. She gasped in surprise, her hands flying to cover her mouth.

Rahul opened the box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring nestled inside.

“Sukriti Brar,” he said, his voice thick with emotion, “I’ve loved you since the moment I first saw you. I was a fool to let you go all those years ago. But I promise you, I won’t make that mistake again. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to be with you every step of the way, through every challenge, every triumph.

I want to be the dad our child deserves, and I want you to be the mom you were born to be. But most of all, I want to be your husband again, Sukriti. Will you marry me?”

Sukriti stared at him, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. And then she started laughing. “I should be thinking about anything but the thought that just popped in my head.” she said laughing as she wiped the tears that streamed down her face.

“Out with it… what are you thinking princess? And for the record, my knee is hurting.”

She laughed even harder at that. She bent forward and cupped his face in her hands.

“I was thinking….” she said and paused, dragging his agony, “that I am glad I am not gay.”

“Lesbian you mean, right?”

“That too,” she said laughing even harder.

“So, is that a yes then? Will you marry me?” Rahul asked, his eyes hopeful, a smile playing on his lips.

Sukriti smiled, wiping the tears from her eyes. Yes, you fool. I will marry you, Rahul Duggal.”