She cried out—once, high and raw—as both men took her again, from above and behind, bodies tangled in perfect rhythm.
She came with her head thrown back, voice breaking in waves, body trembling against their skin. Their own releases followed—deep, ragged, gasping into her neck, her shoulder, her mouth.
And then, silence.
Only breath.
And the soft hum of a woman finally—completely—at peace.
In his room…
Vivek lay awake.
Not jealous.
Not disturbed.
Just changed.
Whatever fire they had awakened in her…
…had found its way into him.
Chapter XXIX: Unspoken, Almost Said
It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, sunlight falling in golden shafts through the café windows. The three of them sat tucked into a corner booth—Avinash stirring his cold coffee lazily, Amit picking at fries, Vivek nursing a beer that had long since gone warm.
The silence between them was different now.
Not awkward.
Just… heavy with the weight of everything they didn’t say.
Finally, it was Avinash who broke it.
“You remember the hostel nights?” he said with a grin. “That tiny room we used to call a dorm? Five guys, one fan, and an internet connection slower than sin?”
Amit smirked. “And still somehow, every night turned into someone’s private cinema.”
Vivek laughed, tension easing. “You mean the porn sessions?”
Amit nodded, eyes sparkling. “Of course. Everyone pretending they were asleep under blankets. Headphones on. One ear out. The soft click-click of someone not-so-subtly helping himself.”
Avinash snorted. “I swear, I learned more about sex from the guys in that room than I did from the videos.”
“Yeah,” Vivek added, sipping his beer. “Like how long you can hold your breath when someone’s moaning two beds away.”
They laughed—hard and unfiltered. Like boys again.
But the laughter faded as quickly as it had come.
And then Avinash leaned forward, voice lower now. More deliberate.
“Thing is,” he said, “no fantasy back then even came close to what this has become.”
He didn’t need to say her name.
They all knew.
Amit nodded, quiet. “She’s… something else.”
Vivek’s throat tightened. “Wild?”
Avinash met his gaze. “Beyond.”
“She doesn’t hold back,” Amit said, eyes unfocused now, lost in memory. “She doesn’t pretend. She wants what she wants. And she asks for it.”
Vivek stayed quiet.
Avinash leaned back in his chair, stretching. “She’s taught me more about touch than any woman I’ve been with. Like how it’s not about dominance. It’s about listening.”
Amit added, “And being watched by her… the way she looks when she comes…” His voice broke into a slow breath.
Vivek shifted in his seat.
Something pulsed in his chest.
He wasn’t angry.
He wasn’t uncomfortable.
He was… hungry.
And they saw it.
Avinash tapped his knuckles gently on the table. “You know, man, I almost feel bad for you.”
Vivek looked up. “Why?”
Amit smiled—not unkindly. “Because we’re living in the middle of this storm. This woman, your mommy, this fire, this freedom—and you’re watching it like someone pressed up against glass.”
Avinash said softly, “You’re close enough to feel the heat. But not close enough to burn.”