There was a moment of silence in the chat.
Then Medha sent a message.
SilverDust:
I don’t care about the screen anymore.
I feel you.
Here.
Now.
Then…
🎤 Voice Note — from SilverDust (0:23)
Her breath… shallow. Then soft words:
“I just slid my shorts down. I’m lying on my back. One finger grazing down my stomach… imagining it’s yours.”
SilverDust:
Do you want to touch me there?
Or make me say your name first?
Ankit’s pulse thundered in his ears.
He typed, slowly.
Monk29:
I want you to say it.
Say my name.
Like you do when you’re alone. When you’re close.
Then…
📷 Image — from SilverDust
A close crop: her navel, her fingertips just under the waistband of soft panties. Everything suggested. Nothing shown. The way her body curved was poetry in shadow.
SilverDust:
I’m already saying it.
In my mind.
And my body is listening.
Monk29:
You’re going to break me.
SilverDust:
No.
I’m going to undo you.
Bit by bit.
Until you forget where you end…
…and I begin.
Undone – Part 29: Just One More Second
[Chatroom – Day 42 | 1:39 AM]
SilverDust:
I’ve slipped my hand lower.
I’m tracing soft circles.
Thinking of your mouth.
The pressure of your tongue.
How slowly you’d lick me… like tasting something forbidden.
Monk29:
I’m not breathing.
Just watching your words.
My hand’s already wet — not with you, but because of you.
Imagining your thighs open, your eyes locked on mine, begging.
SilverDust:
I wouldn’t beg.
I’d command.
“Take me in your mouth, bhaiya…”
“Show me how wrong can still feel like heaven.”
Ankit froze.
His fingers stopped typing. The word had slipped out.
Bhaiya.
She said it — not in accident, but in complete surrender. Inside the fantasy. Intentionally.
And somehow… it didn’t break him.
It burned deeper.
Monk29:
I’m so close.
Don’t stop now. Please.
🎤 Voice Note — from SilverDust (0:33)
A low moan. Her breath hitching. Then a whisper:
“I’m rubbing harder. Imagining you between my thighs. My back arching. My mouth open. You watching me fall apart for you.”
Ankit typed with one trembling hand.
Monk29:
Medha.
I’m about to…
Then — a vibration.
[Incoming Call: Mom (Mobile)]
The screen lit up like lightning through a storm.
Ankit stared.
The name. The timing. The reality.
And suddenly he wasn’t in the dark room anymore.
He was a son. A brother. A man whose fingers were still shaking from the words he just read from his own sister.
The phone buzzed again.
[Call Missed]
[1 New Message from Mom:]
“Beta, tum so gaye kya? Kal morning mein early shift hai na, don’t forget!”
His chest heaved. The weight of guilt crashed into the heat of lust.
Back in the chat:
SilverDust:
I heard your silence.
Are you okay?
A full minute passed.
Then:
Monk29:
I need a moment.
Real life just knocked.
SilverDust:
I understand.
I’ll wait.
Undone – Part 30: Still There?
[Morning after – 8:03 AM]
Ankit sat at his desk, coffee untouched.
He’d barely slept. Not from guilt — not entirely — but from the storm of questions echoing in his chest.
What had they done?
And more terrifying… why didn’t he regret it?
His phone buzzed.
[1 New Message from SilverDust]
“Hey… You okay?”