Zara had gotten tired of waiting. Manav had not come home, and it was too late to find a cab back to Bandra. She sat on the couch and fell asleep. She dreamed of Manav. She saw how he kissed her lips and slowly entered his tongue inside her mouth. One lick. Two licks. Three licks and Zara was wild with desire, wanting to push him back and ride him to her fulfillment. She felt his hands on her breasts, massaging them and pinching her nipples. Everything she saw felt so real to her, as though he really was there. But she woke up from her rather vivid dream.
When she woke up, she expected those sensations to go away, but they didn't. The kissing had stopped, but she still felt her breasts being fondled. What the hell is wrong with me, thought Zara. Ever since she'd stepped into India she'd gone crazy. Everything seemed to be enticing her and turning her into a sex-crazed person. It's nothing, she thought, changed her side, and went back to sleep.
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In the morning, a thick finger seemed to be touching her thigh. She woke up with a start. The feeling was still there. She felt more fingers touching her thighs that seemed to be moving upper and upper, toward her inner thighs. Now she felt an entire hand cupping her pussy over the material of her shorts. There was nobody around her. The stroking continued, and it grew violent. As Zara moaned in shock, the hand proceeded to remove her shorts. As much as she wanted to resist, she couldn't. It was too much of a shock for her to do anything. Shorts out, it was the turn of her panties. They were out too, before Zara has the presence of mind to do anything. A finger entered her pussy, and that's when the violence stopped. It became gentle. It stroked her all around and touched the clitoris. It stroked it in circles and didn't stop until Zara moaned louder. And then it stopped. It touched her face, her breasts, and traced itself along the contours of her torso. Then it began to stroke her pussy again and stimulated the clit. It became faster. It became faster and violent and didn't stop until she came--with her moaning, and her fists clenched tight in sexual excitement.
What the heck was that? It wasn't nothing. She wasn't dreaming. This was for real. She got up from the couch and looked around the house. The clothes that were lying around had been neatly folded on a chair. The plates in the sink were washed. The coffee mug on the table vanished. The laptop, however, was still on. She opened it. It was unlocked and she browsed through some files. She opened Skype. She saw he was logged in--and saw her profile on it too. Nothing suspicious, but something was definitely wrong here.
She made herself some coffee in the kitchen. She did feel guilty about using someone's house without their permission, but was it her fault that Manav was missing? That too leaving his house open like that, with all his belongings open to strangers? Zara decided that maybe it was time to file a missing complaint. She would take a shower, freshen up, and head straight to the nearest police station. So she went in the washroom, lathered some soap on to her face and sprayed water over it. After she washed her face, she looked up in the mirror and received the shock of her life. Written on the mirror were the words "Glad you're here" with her lipstick.
