Arahan’s life slipped back onto its familiar single track for a while.
Mornings meant school, the classes attended just enough to keep the attendance sheet happy. Afternoons and evenings belonged to the staff room and empty lecture halls.
His dominating Naziya, still the sharp-tongued, hijab-wearing beauty with a body that didn’t match her stern lectures, would lock the door after the last bell, hike her abaya, and ride him reverse on the teacher’s chair until her muffled moans echoed off the blackboard.
Priya became chemistry teacher, now she preferred the chemistry lab bench, legs spread wide, lab coat open, begging him to fill her while test tubes rattled beside them.
Then came the new one, Miss Kavita, the young English lecturer fresh from university. Barely twenty-five, shy at first, she ended up under his desk during a free period, skirt pushed up, mouth full of him while he pretended to study notes. By the end of the month she was spreading her legs on the staff-room sofa every lunch break, whispering his name like a prayer.
But through it all, Arahan stayed loyal to only six.
Naziya, Priya, Sneha, Neha, Payal and Zainab. They knew everything, shared him willingly, sometimes all together in one bed, sometimes one-on-one when the mood struck. And especially in his villa. They never demanded exclusivity from him, but he never gave his heart or his rawest affection to anyone else. Those six were his core.
Evenings often ended at home with Geetanjali.
He’d walk in quietly, find her resting on the sofa or in bed, her belly round and heavy now with their child. Arahan would kneel beside her, press his lips to the taut skin of her bump, caress it slowly with both hands, feeling the faint kicks, the warmth, the life he’d put there. Geetanjali would smile sleepily, thread her fingers through his hair, and whisper how much she loved watching him become a father.
Some nights he stayed, curled around her protectively, hand resting on the swell of her stomach.
After her, he went to Shalini’s house.
There the rhythm was different, wilder, more depraved. He’d arrive to find the four women waiting, Shalini, Rukmini, Anjali, Kavya, and sometimes even Lakhanlal already in his armchair, hand in his pajama, ready to watch. Arahan fucked them openly now, in every room, in every position.
On the dining table with Rukmani while dinner cooled. Against the kitchen counter while Shalini cooked. In the garden with Kavya and Anjali, both were looking over the flowers and watered them, while he looked over them and watered their garden.
The single track held steady for months, college conquests by day, loyal core by evening, Geetanjali’s growing belly by night, Shalini’s house of endless depravity whenever he craved it.
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Until the day his childhood friend Sahil and his family came on holiday to visit the village.
They had returned from Prayagraj. They pulled up in a white Innova, the engine cutting off with a low rumble outside Arahan’s house.
Sahil jumped out first, taller now, still looking handsome as before, followed by his mother Sabiha, still elegant in her simple salwar kameez, dupatta draped neatly; his older sister Bushra, long hair loose and eyes brighter than Arahan remembered; and his older sister Sana, quiet but watchful, clutching a small backpack.
They greeted greeted each other with warm hugs and loud laughter. Arahan stepped out from his own doorway, smiling easily as they all piled into the familiar chaos of reunion.
Sahil clapped Arahan on the back hard enough to make him grunt.
"Yaar, look at you—still ruling this village, huh?" Sahil laughed.
Arahan nodded easily.
Sahil’s family consisted of Sahil himself, his mother Sabiha, and his two older sisters, Sana and Bushra. Their father had passed away when they were very young. His uncle had separated from the family long ago.
Sahil was an exceptionally handsome boy. His good looks were so striking that Arahan sometimes felt ordinary in comparison.
Their friendship dated back to childhood. Although Sahil came from a wealthy family, wealthier than Arahan’s, his father had secured a government tender to open a clothing factory that employed only women.
The factory continued to run successfully even after his death. Since Sabiha was educated, she managed it efficiently, which kept the family prosperous.
From the beginning, Sahil had treated Arahan like his dearest friend. Whenever Sahil visited the village, Arahan spent most of his time at their house. Sabiha and the sisters knew Arahan well; he had played countless games with Sana and Bushra over the years.
However, Arahan had a somewhat rude side. He often got upset over small things, and Sahil along with his sisters would immediately try to pacify him.
For example, when it came to cartoons on TV: Arahan liked Popeye and The Mask, while they preferred Tom and Jerry, Jackie Chan, and Powerpuff Girls.
Or when they went to pick mangoes, Arahan always took the best ones.
Every time, his wishes prevailed.
Because Sahil, Bushra, and Sana always gave in to his demands.
And since Sabiha liked Arahan a lot, she never stopped them.
Whenever Sahil, Bushra, Sana, or Sabiha came from Prayagraj, they brought new toys and nice things for Arahan, things he never once returned the favor for.
In this way, the days passed. Years changed. But their friendship remained exactly the same.
During these holiday visits, Arahan lived a simple life at their house. He simply enjoyed the easy, carefree rhythm, playing in the lane, eating home-cooked food under the stars, laughing over old memories.
That first evening, as the sky darkened and the trays of chai and pakoras were cleared away, Sahil caught Arahan’s arm on the veranda steps. The others had already started moving inside, leaving the two of them alone for a moment.
Sahil shifted his weight, cheeks flushing faintly in the dim light of the bulb overhead. He looked down at his feet for a second, then up again, voice quieter and a little shy.
"Yaar... stay here this time," he said softly. "Live with us for the next two weeks. Like we used to when we were small. The house feels... incomplete without you around all day."
Arahan looked at him, then passed him to where Sabiha stood smiling gently in the doorway, Bushra and Sana pausing just inside to listen.
Arahan nodded slowly.
"Alright," he said. "I’ll stay."
Hearing that Sahil became happy, he immediately with a wide grin and handed Arahan a neatly wrapped box. This time, he had brought an iPhone X.
"Wow, Sahil, you brought such a great gift for me," Arahan said, eyes widening. "Yaar, you’ve really made my day."
"If you liked it, then come on, give me a kiss," Sahil replied in his usual playful tone. As always, he climbed straight into Arahan’s lap and settled there comfortably.
From childhood, Sahil had loved sitting in Arahan’s lap and asking for kisses every time. It had never felt strange to Arahan before.
But this time, it felt a little different. Still, Arahan leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"Arahan, won’t you give me one too? I also brought something for you," Bushra said, holding out a pair of Apple Bluetooth earphones.
Arahan had given kisses and let Sahil, Sana, and Bushra sit in his lap many times before. But now, with his full knowledge of sex, it all felt slightly odd.
Even so, he did not want to spoil the good relationship he shared with them.
He pulled Bushra onto his lap.
Bushra was fair-skinned and strikingly beautiful, almost like a doll. Arahan could feel her slim 26-inch waist and the soft curves of her body against him.
As soon as she settled, Arahan’s cock hardened.
She was wearing leggings without any underwear beneath, so he could clearly feel the warmth and shape of her ass pressing directly against his erection.
He tried to lift her off gently.
"Bushra, get up now," he said.
"First give me my kiss," she replied.
"Okay, my darling, take your kiss," Arahan said, pressing a light kiss to her cheek. "Now please, get up from my lap."
"Not yet, it feels nice," she answered, staying firmly seated. A happy smile lit up her face.
Arahan’s cock throbbed against her ass. She shifted slightly, deliberately, making the contact even more intense. The friction sent a sharp jolt through him.
"Bushra, now get up, it’s my turn," Sana said. She gently pushed Bushra aside and took her place on Arahan’s lap. This time, she had brought a beautiful piece of cloth as a gift for him.
Although none of this was entirely new, the awareness made everything feel strange to Arahan.
With his cock still hard, it now pressed firmly against Sana’s ass.
"Sana, I’ll be right back, I need to use the bathroom for a minute," Arahan said, trying to stand.
"No, just sit quietly," Sana replied, holding him in place.
"Sana, it’s getting late, I should head home," Arahan said. The evening had already deepened outside.
"We only come once or twice a year, and even then you want to run off somewhere," Sana said firmly. "This time we are here for fourteen days. And you are staying with us the whole time. You will eat with us, sleep with us, and you are not going back to your house."