Episode 1 The Beginning
The premise
Ranjit Panic's when he sees no response.. Suddenly he is jerking himself and his 5 inch cock hard as he edges looking into mirror and types with one hand
"Anu... I don't even know how to ask for your forgiveness in a way that feels enough. I feel like I've let you down where it matters most, and that thought... it tears at me.
I'm sorry. From the deepest part of me, I'm sorry--not just for the physical part, but for the way I made you feel unseen, unfulfilled, unsure of your place in my world. You deserve more. You always have.
But I'm not giving up. Not on you. Not on us.
If I've been inadequate, then I want to learn. I want to listen. Tell me what you want, what you crave, what touches your heart and your body--I want to give all of it to you. No ego. No excuses. Only devotion.
You're not just my wife, Anu... you're my goddess. And if I have to spend the rest of my life discovering how to worship you right, then let that be my path.
I will follow your lead. I will slow down, speed up, change, unlearn, and learn again--anything, everything, just to see that look of satisfaction in your eyes.
Let me try again. Let me earn your happiness.
Please don't give up on me. I'm begging you, Anu... give me the chance to become the man you deserve. I am yours. Fully. Willingly. Forever."
It took Ranjit 15 mins to type this message as all this while there was precum leaking on my floor as he lay on floor naked, stroking and typing to in a trance state unsure whether Anu is awake or has slept.
Chapter 2 - The Reverse Trap, Self Goal by Ranjit
There is no response from Anu for 5 mins and Ranjit now sitting in pool of his own cum messages Rohan, Anu's current Boss and her ex-husband "Hey. Can you check on Anu. She hasn't responded to my messages".
There is no response from Rohan as well, and he decides to catch up on some sleep and hope Anu is better in morning.
15 mins later at Ranjit's house, Anu wasn't expecting anyone, but the sound of the doorbell made her pulse skip. When she opened the door, there he stood--Rohan.
He looked almost the same, yet somehow more imposing than she remembered. His body was wrapped in a fitted, nearly see-through black t-shirt that clung to his muscular chest and shoulders like a second skin. His arms were sculpted, veins tracing down to his strong forearms. Years of discipline and gym sessions had transformed him into a man who seemed carved from stone. His jawline was sharper now, stubble adding to the ruggedness, and his dark eyes held a flicker of something unmistakable longing... and a hint of challenge.
"Hi," he said, his voice low and familiar, the kind that used to whisper into her neck on nights that still lived somewhere in her memory.
Anu stood frozen, caught between nostalgia and guilt.
"I had a meeting nearby," he said, stepping inside slowly, "and I couldn't resist stopping by... just to see you."
There was silence for a moment too long. The air thickened.
"Anu... I haven't stopped thinking about you. Not since the day you left. I know you're married now, but I had to say it. I want you. Still."
He didn't move closer yet. He waited--for her breath, her hesitation, her decision.
The door creaked open slowly, revealing Rohan standing there, slightly disheveled, eyes glinting with something deeper than just surprise. He had come straight from work, loosened collar, jacket slung carelessly over his shoulder. His chest rose and fell beneath his fitted shirt, and a trace of cologne mixed with a subtle hint of whiskey lingered in the air around him.
Inside, the living room was dimly lit, calm, and quiet. Anu stood near the window, her silhouette framed by the soft golden glow of the table lamp. She wore a simple satin nighty, ivory in color, that gently hugged her curves and fell just below her knees. The delicate straps revealed her shoulders, and the fabric shimmered with every subtle movement she made. Her hair was untied, cascading over one shoulder, and her eyes--wide, soft, uncertain--locked with his.
"You look..." Rohan began, voice husky, almost reverent, "...like a moment I've spent years trying to forget, and never could."
Anu didn't move. She didn't need to. The air between them thickened with familiarity and tension--the kind that belongs to two people who had once known every breath of each other and still remembered.
Rohan stepped closer, his hand grazing the back of the couch as he moved with quiet intensity. "Ranjit... he said you've been lonely," he said, voice dropping. "He asked me to check on you. I didn't expect this."
His hand hovered near her arm--not touching, just close enough for her to feel the heat.
"You don't have to say a word," he whispered. "If this is wrong, I'll leave. But if it's not... if even a piece of you still remembers me the way I remember you..."
He stopped inches from her. Waiting. The tension hung like thunder in the air--undeniable, unspoken, and charged with history.
Anu took a slow step forward, her long satin nightgown swaying with her curves, catching the soft lamplight as it clung gently to her body. The fabric hugged her full hips and ample bust, flowing down her heavier frame like silk over velvet. She looked radiant--comfortably feminine, sensuous without trying. Her dark eyes met Rohan's with something quiet but unmistakable. Longing. Permission. Maybe even a bit of mischief.
Her bare feet moved across the cool floor, her hair brushing her collarbone as she tilted her head up, lips parted just enough. Without a word, she leaned in and kissed him--slow, unhurried, but deliberate. Her lips, soft and warm, met his with a kind of familiarity that felt like coming home and crossing a forbidden line all at once.
Rohan didn't move at first. His breath caught. Then his hands gently found her waist, fingertips resting on the curve of her gown where it cinched at her sides. His body, tall and muscular, towered over hers. The sheer fabric of his shirt clung to his broad chest, his thick arms flexing subtly as he held her closer.
"Anu..." he whispered against her lips, voice a low growl of both restraint and want. "You don't know what you're doing to me."
But she did. Her smile said so.
There was a pause--thick with everything unspoken. A crackling heat between two people who had known each other intimately once... and maybe never truly stopped.
Rohan's breath was warm against her ear, his voice a quiet thread in the heavy silence of the room. "Do you remember that night in the hills... the one where we couldn't even wait to get inside the cabin?" he whispered, his lips brushing the edge of her cheek. "The rain, the flicker of candlelight, how you looked at me... wearing that red wrap and nothing underneath."
Anu's breath hitched. Her body tensed for a second, but she didn't pull away. She didn't need to. The memories stirred in her eyes--half-closed now--as if they had been waiting just beneath the surface all along.
He stood close behind her, letting his fingertips skim the curve of her arm, tracing down the edge of her silk nightgown. The fabric was light, whisper-thin, and as he slowly slipped it from her shoulders, it fluttered like a sigh down her arms. His eyes stayed on her--the way her gown clung to the full swell of her breasts, the gentle dip of her waist, the way her skin warmed under his touch.
"You were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen," he murmured, his hands finding the small of her back. "And you still are."
Anu closed her eyes. The room around them faded.
The silk of Anu's nightgown slid down her arms like water, pooling slightly at her elbows, leaving her shoulders bare. The straps, delicate and thin, hung loosely against her skin, revealing more than they concealed. The fabric still clung to her figure, caught at the curve of her chest, as if reluctant to fall away completely.
Rohan stood close behind her, his presence radiating heat and memory. His fingers, steady but reverent, brushed against her upper back. He traced the edge of her shoulder blade, then followed the line down her spine with slow, unhurried care. His touch was familiar, not rushed--like a man revisiting something once lost and deeply missed.
"You used to tremble just like this when I kissed your neck," he said softly, his breath brushing the side of her face.
Anu's lips parted slightly, her eyes still closed, her body still caught between remembering and surrendering.
Rohan moved around to face her, his eyes drinking her in. The nightgown, still clinging to the front of her, revealed the generous curve of her breasts rising with each breath, framed softly by the loosened neckline.
