This story is set in the Delhi Nights universe and makes reference to previous stories, but it isn't necessary to have read those stories to enjoy this one. Thanks for reading.
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Rahul stepped out onto the balcony of the hotel room and looked out at the twinkling lights of Delhi spread before him. The air was humid and warm with the charged scent of an impending rain. He looked up at the clouded sky. Rain would do the city well. A sudden soft breeze, signaling the beginning of a change in weather, momentarily cooled his naked flesh. He took a sip of his scotch.
Rahul Oberoi's greatest strength was that he accepted who and what he was - a corrupt officer. He wore the khaki with pride and as a senior Inspector, he maintained control of his circle with absolute authority, but he also knew his limitations. He kept the gang lords in his area on a leash, albeit a very long one. Drugs. Prostitution. Violence. It was a part of life in a metropolis like Delhi. As long as nothing went beyond the idiosyncratic bounds he had established - and he received the usual payments in time - he didn't have to tug on the leash. The gang lords were generally content with the status quo, but there was the occasional Company thug who thought it would be better to have no leash. The last time this happened, Rahul had been forced to teach a harsh and messy lesson. The encounter had left the upstart, Gabbar Bhai, and a dozen of his boys, carcasses in a fetid, forgotten alley. The official report said they had been killed by Pakistani smugglers in an arms deal gone wrong. The people who mattered, though, knew better.
That had been two years ago, and Rahul realized the lesson would have to be taught again. Kundala Devi had failed to keep her lieutenant in control and now a
ferengi
was dead. Punishment would have to be meted out. His mind started to turn to plans, taking sips of his scotch until the glass was empty. He took the remnant of an ice cube in his mouth.
The breeze became stronger and he felt the first heavy drops of warm rain.
"Rahul? Are you coming back to bed?"
He turned around to see Vidya approaching him. Unlike him, she made some effort at modesty and had wrapped a bedsheet around her.
Vidya. His friend's wife.
Vidya. Big brown eyes. Cobalt black hair. Fair skin. Firm and taut where a woman needed to be, soft where she should be. She had wrapped the sheet just barely enough to cover her upturned breasts, revealing an alluring expanse of skin. The material was stretched tight across their fullness. A small red
bindhi
on her forehead added to their illicit act. As usual, he felt a pressure build in his loins just looking at her.
Sunil was eight years Vidya's senior. Their marriage had been arranged at Sunil's request after he had seen her at a party. He was a man who believed wealth could buy anything and, as far as Rahul could tell, Sunil had bored of her a year into their marriage. Vidya had the privileges of wealth, but not much else. She had been easy to get into his bed. They had been fucking for over a year now, and unlike the other women he had slept with, he still hadn't tired of her. There was a certain allure to fucking Sunil's pretty wife. Sunil was his friend. Sunil was also a conceited prick.
"In a minute." He smiled at her. A gust of wind caught the sheet and pulled it away for long enough for him to catch sight of her long, tapered legs and the soft swell of a hip. Even as she tried to grab it, another gust and it pulled apart to reveal the patch of neatly trimmed hair between her legs. She quickly grabbed it and turned to go back in.
When his cock stirred, thoughts of punishment were put aside.
"Wait, Vidya. Come here."
He took a sip of his scotch and watched as she stopped and turned her head to look at him. She looked down at his cock, starting to grow turgid and heavy against his leg.
"We should go inside." She said, giving him a mischievous smile. When the only response was the twitching of his cock, she turned and walked toward him.
When she came within reach, he pulled her into him. He smiled as he felt the warmth of her skin through the cloth as he pressed against her. The rain had started to fall harder now. Large, wet globs splattering against the concrete. They were protected by the balcony above them, but the errant drop still hit bare skin. Her nipples hardened. Against the backdrop of the smells of a warm, wet Delhi, her scent came to Rahul - a perfume of unnamed wildflowers mixed with the fruity smell of her shampoo. He breathed it in. The two moved to the balcony, just beyond the reach of the curtain of rain to look out into the city. The rain made starbursts of the twinkling lights. Below them, the dark street was empty except for a group of college kids clustered beneath the eaves of an all-night food stand.
Rahul moved behind Vidya and, brushing aside her hair, kissed the nape of her neck. And, then trailed a kiss to her ear. She sighed as he nuzzled her. He tugged at the sheet, but Vidya resisted.
"I want you," he whispered in her ear.
"Here? Outside?" Her voice was hesitant. "There's people down there. What if -"
"See you? They can't."
"Rahul!"
"It's dark. It's raining. They can't see anything up here."
She tried to move away from him, but he wrapped his arms around her, one hand covering the fist that clenched the sheet to her body. His other hand went to her belly, pulling her into him so she could feel his hardness against her ass.
"But, what if they did?" He nibbled her ear, eliciting a whimper. "Would you like that?"
He slowly pried her fingers loose from the sheet. She still held it in place but he could sense her resolve weakening.
"Rahul. I -"
"Vidya." He raked his teeth along her neck. She whimpered as he applied the lightest pressure. He broke into an out of tune rendition of an old Bollywood song.
Tip-tip barsaa paani.
Paani ne aag lagaayi
Vidya giggled and leaned back into him.
Aag lagi dil mein to dil ko teri yaad aayi
Teri yaad aayi to jal uthaa mera bheega badan
