The woman was on top, leaning forward, her hands on his chest. Fuller than Nandita. Not heavy, just curvy compared to Nandita’s petite frame. Her breasts hung forward with her weight, swaying and bouncing as she rode Rohan. He wrapped his hands around them, his face buried between them, sucking one nipple then the other, mumbling things against her skin.

The woman wasn’t quiet. The sounds she was making were real and involuntary, the sounds of someone genuinely gone.

Harder, Rohan. Harder.

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her down onto him with each frenzied thrust upward.

Yes, like that, don’t stop—don’t pull out—come in me. Come in me—NOW!

She came first. Nandita’s feet refused to move as she watched it happen, watched her shudder and lose herself completely. Then Rohan grabbed her hips and thrust upward, wild, all rhythm gone, and made a sound Nandita had heard before, in her own bed, and said a name that was not hers when he came.

They collapsed together, oblivious.

He never looked at the door. Tears were rolling down her face as she finally backed away.

* * *

She was still pacing. Still seeing it on a loop.

“Why did I go there.” Her voice was low, talking to no one. “Why did I stay until he—”

She stopped. Couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Bastard. You want to fuck around. Fine,” she hissed. “So can I.”

She picked up her keys. She didn’t have to think where to go. There was only one person—always there, whatever she needed—her best friend. Arjun’s building was a ten-minute walk. Her feet already knew where they were going before she did.

* * *

He was close. He’d been close for the last few minutes—he’d learned, over years of this private exercise, exactly how to hold himself at the edge, because the fantasy was better than the finish. The fantasy meant he was with Nandu, fucking the love of his life. The finish meant going back to being just Arjun Borah, alone in his apartment.

“Come with me Nanu,” he said, eyes closed, imagining her orgasm build. His hand moved faster around his cock.

In his mind he was in her, she was asking him to fuck her harder, his lips wrapped around her nipple. Her nails dug into his back, legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him deeper into her. She was about to come, begging him to wait for her, he was waiting for her, so he could let go, and then—

The doorbell rang. He ignored it, focusing on the moment of release.

It rang again. And again. And again. He started going soft.

He exhaled, pulled up his shorts, and went to the door. He blinked when he opened it. Nandita. Her eyes were swollen, jaw set, knuckles white around her keys. Something was wrong.

She threw herself at him, sobbing into his chest. “Arjun—I need a big favor—just don’t say no.”

“Hush.” He held her. “Come in first.”

She came in. He closed the door.

She told him. Rohan. The key. Getting off work early. What she’d walked in on. Flat, even, getting through it. He let her, standing a few feet away, listening to all of it.

By the time she finished, he was burning with rage. He took a step toward her. “Nandu—”

“I don’t need words, Arjun.”

He stopped. Waited. “I was just going to say—whatever you need. Just ask. You know I won’t say no.”

She looked at him. Directly, in a way she didn’t always. Something working behind her eyes.

“Just fuck me, Arjun.”

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