The flat was dim, lit only by the low amber glow from the bedside lamp. The sheets were tangled around their legs, still warm from earlier. Gauri lay on her side, back pressed to Vikrant's chest, his arm heavy across her waist. Both naked. Skin on skin. No words. Just breathing.

She could feel him behind her — thick, half-hard, nestled against the curve of her ass. Every small shift of her hips made him twitch. He wasn't asleep. She knew that from the way his fingers occasionally flexed against her stomach, the way his breath stayed too even, too controlled. Like he was holding himself back from something.

Gauri closed her eyes. Let the exhaustion pull her under. The day had been long.

Then her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Sharp. Insistent.She reached for it, her arm stretching, body arching slightly.

Vikrant's arm tightened. She froze.

The screen lit up. Maa.

Gauri's heart lurched - a sudden, painful thud that echoed in her ears.

She glanced back at Vikrant. His eyes were open now — dark, alert, glinting in the lamplight. Watching her. Waiting.

She answered — voice barely above a whisper.

"Maa?"

"Gauri beta!"

Her mother's voice burst through the line, bright and warm, a little crackly with distance.

"Kaisi ho? Aaj toh tumhara birthday tha na? Happy birthday mera baccha! Kitna yaad aa rahi ho tum sabko. Papa bhi bol rahe the ki Gauri ko phone karo, wish karo. Woh toh bas bolte rahe ki beta ko ek bada sa gift bhejna hai jab woh ghar aayegi."

Gauri swallowed hard. Her throat felt tight, raw.

"Haan Maa... thank you."

She felt Vikrant shift behind her — slow, deliberate. His cock slid between her thighs, not entering, just resting there, hot and heavy. She bit her lip to keep from gasping.

Her mother kept talking — happy, oblivious, full of love.

Tumhare papa bhi bahut khush hain. Dawa se unka haal thoda behtar ho raha hai. Doctor ne bola hai ab tension mat lo. Bas thodi aur dawa chalegi. Aur beta... hum soch rahe hain ab tumhari shaadi kar de.

Rahul ka rishta aaya hai. Bahut achha ladka hai. Government job hai uske. Ghar bhi hai. Family bhi achhi hai.

"Tum kya sochti ho?"

Gauri's eyes fluttered shut. A soft whimper almost escaped.

She bit her lip harder — tasting copper. Voice thin. Shaky.

"Achha Maa."

Vikrant's hand slid down her stomach. Lower. Fingers found her clit — slow circle.

Gauri's breath hitched. She pressed her thighs together — trapping him, trapping his hand. He pushed forward — cock sliding along her slick folds, not inside, just teasing, the head nudging her entrance every few seconds.

Her mother continued — excited, hopeful.

"Tum kab aa rahi ho ghar, beta? Please jaldi aana. Papa bhi tumse milna chahte hain. Rahul ke ghar walon se bhi baat karni hai. Woh log sagai jaldi karna chahte hain. Tum bhi toh badi ho gayi ho na. Ab shaadi ka time ho gaya hai. Rahul ke papa ne bola hai ki jaldi se date fix kar lein.

"Tum khush rahogi uske saath."

Gauri's voice cracked.

"Next month... Maa... main aa jaungi."

Vikrant bit her neck — harder.

She choked on a moan. Turned it into a cough. Her mother spoke — warm, concerned.

"Arre kya hua? Thik ho na? Khansi ho rahi hai kya? Thand lag gayi kya? Beta, khayal rakhna apna. Thoda garam paani pi lena. Aur haan, Rahul ke saath baat kar li, usne phone number manga tha tumhara? Woh bhi tumse milna chahta hai. Bahut achha ladka hai. Tumhe pasand aayega."

"Haan Maa... thik hoon. Bas... thodi si khansi."

Vikrant's fingers slipped inside her — two at once — curled — pressed that spot. Gauri's hips jerked. She squeezed her thighs tighter around his cock.

He groaned — low, quiet — against her neck.

Her mother said something about "jaldi aana beta, please."

Gauri managed a strangled, "Haan Maa... jaldi aaungi."

Vikrant chose that moment to thrust forward — cock sliding along her clit, fingers curling harder.

Gauri came — silent, violent — body locking, thighs clamping, a choked sob turning into a cough again.

Her mother laughed."Arre kya hua? Thik ho na? Tumhe toh aaj se hi thoda alag lag rahi ho. Birthday pe kya khaya? Kuch kharab toh nahi kha liya?"

Gauri's voice was wrecked.

"Haan Maa... thik hoon. Bas... thodi si khansi."

Vikrant pulled his fingers out. Licked them clean — slow, deliberate — right beside her ear so she could hear every wet sound.

Gauri's tears slipped free.

Her mother said goodbye — love you beta, take care.Call ended.Gauri dropped the phone.Collapsed forward.

Vikrant pulled her back against him. His cock still hard, still between her thighs. He didn't push inside. Just held her there — slick, aching, trembling. She turned in his arms — tears streaming — and pushed against his chest.

"Stop," she whispered. Voice breaking. "Please... stop."

Vikrant stilled. Looked at her — eyes dark, unreadable. Gauri's voice cracked.

"Mere gharwalon ne rishta fix kar diya hai."

The words hung between them — heavy, final.Vikrant's expression didn't change.

He just watched her cry. Then he spoke — voice calm, almost bored.

"Kar lo shaadi."

Gauri's breath stopped.He shrugged — small, careless.

"Ek din toh karogi na? Hamesha meri mistress bankar toh nahi rahogi."

The words landed like a slap.

Gauri's heart broke — quiet, clean, irreversible.

She stared at him — tears falling faster.

"Aap yahi chahte ho?" she whispered.

"Main chali jaaun?"

Vikrant looked at her — long, silent. Then he said the words that shattered her completely.

"Tum kya chahti ho, woh matter karta hai, Gauri."

She stared at him.Saw the truth in his eyes — cold, unyielding, empty.

He didn't want her.

Not enough to fight for her.

Not enough to keep her.

He wanted her to choose.

To walk away.

To prove she could live without him.

Gauri's sob broke free — raw, broken. She pushed away from him.Stood. Grabbed her clothes — shaking hands, fumbling. Dressed — fast, frantic.

Vikrant watched her... silent, unmoving.

She looked at him one last time.. eyes red, face streaked with tears.

Then she turned. Walked to the door.

Opened it. Paused. Whispered..

so quiet he almost didn't hear.

"I want you to want me."

Then she left.

The door closed behind her.

Soft. Final.

Vikrant stared at it.

Didn't move.

Didn't speak.

Just sat there...naked, hard, alone.

And felt the emptiness settle in his chest.

Deep. Cold. Permanent.

He stood. Walked to the window.

Looked out at the dark garden.

Felt something twist in his chest — sharp, unfamiliar.Regret? No.

Need. Raw. Aching. Unbearable.

He had pushed her away always.

Told himself she was nothing.

Told himse

lf he didn't care.

Told himself he could replace her.

But now — now that she was actually gone — the flat felt too big.

Too quiet. Too empty.

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