10.1: The Regretful Plea
Hyderabad's morning sun sliced through the curtains, a cruel spotlight on Madhuri's restless form--her bedroom a prison of unspoken lust. She sat on the edge of her bed, fingers trembling over her phone.
Regret gnawed at her soul--she'd pushed the stalker away, craving Ishaan instead, only to drown in deprivation, her pussy aching for a brutal, raw fuck she couldn't dare demand.
Work was a blur--her corporate desk a graveyard of focus, her mind replaying Ishaan's thrusts, his spanks, his smirk as he'd claimed her under Ramesh's name.
She'd typed emails with shaking hands, her thighs clenching under her pants. "He did it first... blindfolded me, broke me and now left me," she muttered, yet, fear held her back--she couldn't ask him to fuck her, terrified he'd take advantage of it later, especially since he'd already taken her blindfolded once, a secret she couldn't confess to Ramesh without breaking his heart.
Her phone buzzed. Ramesh's voice came through, cheerful. "Landed babe. Work's chill here--I should've canceled this trip." He paused, his tone warming. "Ishaan sent me the pics. My colleagues would die of jealousy if they see them, such a bomb you are.. Muuah!"
Madhuri's heart skipped. "Which pics?" she asked, tense.
"Those in your emerald slip dress," he said. "I knew the boy got a good taste. God, I wanna come home soon."
Relief washed over her--Ishaan hadn't sent the others. She exhaled, steadying herself. "I'll be waiting too, honey" she replied.
That evening, she returned home late, drained. Ishaan greeted her at the door, his smile odd, suggestive. "Coming from a photoshoot, Aunty? You look... worked up. Haha, just kidding."
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. She mumbled a greeting and hurried to her room, avoiding his gaze. In the living room, Abhi sat beside him, staring blankly at the TV, his poker face masking the turmoil of last night's memories.
That night, lost in her thoughts, Madhuri texted the stalker, her desperation spilling out: "I'm begging you, help me have Ishaan. I gave you a blowjob, and you ghosted me with nothing. You owe me this much--help me out."
After a long silence, the stalker replied: "Fine. Wait till morning." Madhuri was left in tormenting expectation.
10.2: The Magical Potion
The next morning, she woke to an open window, a sign of the stalker's entry. On her nightstand sat a small box containing a vial of green liquid labeled with a wolf, a pipette inside. A message popped up: "Memory eraser, the favor you asked. Use it on him--he'll forget the sex, no trouble for you."
She scoffed, texting back: "Don't play with me. How's this supposed to help?"
The stalker's reply was sharp: "Use your brain. Fuck him, and use it on him, he wont remember it. Test it if you don't believe me."
Perplexed, she shot back, "What's that supposed to mean?" Her uncertainty clear.
His reply came: "Test it yourself if you're skeptical. Oh, and it only affects men."
"How do I test it?" she typed, skeptical.
"Mix a few ml in his food or drink. He'll forget those last few hours--depends on the dose. Simple."
"Is this a drug? Is it safe?" she pressed.
"Yeah, but totally safe," he assured.
Hesitant but intrigued, Madhuri thanked him, her trust wavering. Unbeknownst to her, the potion was a ruse--Ishaan had bullied Abhi into playing along, and the pipette's readings were sent straight to Ishaan's phone whenever used.
She took a leave from work, her mind set. She rushed downstairs and announced, "I'm off today, making breakfast. What do you boys want?"
"Idlis, Ma!" Abhi said, eyes on TV.
"Me too, aunty" Ishaan said, his tone teasing. "Two soft, round, plumpy, white idlis." His smirk made her flush, catching his double entendre.
"Sure," she said, heading to the kitchen.
As she prepared the idlis, she pulled out the potion, measuring 35ml of the tasteless liquid and drizzling it over Ishaan's plate.
On a second thought, she decided to test it on Abhi first. She added less than 1ml to a small piece of idli and called him to the kitchen. "Taste this," she said, handing it to him.
Right as he's about to swallow, she pinched his thigh hard. Abhi yelped in pain but quickly masked it after gulping, eyes watering with discomfort, forcing a strained smile as he praised the idlis' flavor.
Madhuri's eyes widened--shocked, thrilled. She texted the stalker: "Thank you. It's working!"
The boys ate, thanking her for the breakfast. Ishaan, playing his part, blinked slowly, rubbing his temples. "Why do I feel strange? Is it morning already?"
"What's wrong, Ishaan? Can't remember anything? What's the last thing you recall?" she asked, feigning worry.
"We were at the photoshoot, and you looked incredible in that green dress," Ishaan said, keeping up the charade.
Madhuri chuckled, convinced the potion had worked, oblivious to Abhi's deception and Ishaan's act cementing her confidence. "You must be exhausted, Ishaan, take some rest. By the way, speaking of the photoshoot, can I check out my photos?" she asked.
"I'm good, Aunty, thank you," Ishaan handed the camera over, then joined Abhi in a video game, lounging lazily.
On the couch, Madhuri scrolled through the camera, deleting every compromising image except a few in the emerald slip dress. "Did you copy these anywhere?" she asked, her voice tight.
Ishaan, eyes on the game, shrugged. "Just sent a few to Uncle. Nothing else."
