Aryan Malhotra Wednesday, 9:15 PM Hey Sav… just checking in. Hope you’re okay. No pressure to reply. Take your time.
She did not respond. He did not send anything else after that. He gave her the space she clearly needed.
Keshav carried on with his life in his Bangalore flat — work, gym, quiet evenings — but the silence weighed on him. He wondered if he had pushed too far. He wondered if she was feeling guilty about her husband or about the fact that she had a son Keshav’s age. The guilt in his own chest was heavy whenever he thought about it.
Then, on Tuesday night, exactly one week later, at 10:52 PM, his phone lit up with a notification from the fake account.
Kalpana Rao 10:52 PM Hi
Just one word. Simple. But it made Keshav’s heart jump. He was lying on his bed in the dark, and he replied almost immediately.
Aryan Malhotra 10:53 PM Hey… hi. It’s really good to see you online. I missed talking to you. How are you?
Kalpana Rao 10:56 PM I’m okay. I’m sorry for disappearing like that for a whole week. I should have at least said something. It wasn’t fair to you.
Aryan Malhotra 10:58 PM You don’t have to apologise. I understood you needed space. I respected it. I’m just glad you’re here now. Want to talk about what happened? Or we can just chat normally if you prefer.
There was a long pause. Then she replied.
Kalpana Rao 11:03 PM Something happened after our last chat. I felt… a lot of things. I needed time to understand it myself. I’m sorry I went silent.
Aryan Malhotra 11:05 PM It’s okay. Really. If you want to tell me, I’m here. I won’t judge. And I won’t laugh, I promise. You can trust me.
She took almost ten minutes to reply this time.
Kalpana Rao 11:15 PM Promise you won’t laugh? It’s embarrassing.
Aryan Malhotra 11:16 PM I promise. On my word. Tell me when you’re ready. No pressure.
Another pause.
Kalpana Rao 11:22 PM Okay… the night we had that long chat — the one where you called me a goddess and said all those beautiful things about my body and how you would date me and… have me — I felt something I haven’t felt in a very long time. I felt romantic. And… wet. After we said goodnight, I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about everything you said. That same night, after a long time, my husband and I… we had wild sex. Really intense. I initiated it. I was thinking about our chat while it was happening. I felt guilty afterwards, but in the moment it felt good.
Keshav stared at the screen, his cock already hardening. The image of his mother getting wet from his words and then having passionate sex with his father because of it sent a confusing rush through him — guilt, arousal, and a strange thrill.
She continued.
Kalpana Rao 11:28 PM Then three or four days later, I had a dream. A very vivid dream. I was having amazing sex with a stranger. I couldn’t see his face clearly, but it felt real. Intense. Passionate. When I woke up, I felt so guilty and wrong. That’s why I stopped replying. I thought I was doing something bad by continuing to talk to you. I felt like I was betraying my marriage and my family.
