The air in the penthouse felt different now.
Lighter.
Roshan sat quietly on the edge of the plush living room divan, dressed in soft pastel loungewear—comfortably modest, but delicate enough to feel feminine. She held a warm mug of haldi milk between her fingers, not quite meeting anyone's eyes.
Until **Anjali** placed a gentle hand over hers.
"You're safe now," she said, her voice calm. "Truly."
Then came **Babita**, arms already open, voice teasing.
"And welcome to the madhouse," she grinned. "We all broke the rules, you know. You're in noble company."
Roshan blinked.
"You mean… you and Veyas…"
Anjali chuckled first, brushing her hair back. Babita gave a dramatic sigh.
"I was invisible to Iyer," she said. "Only noticed if the roti was overcooked or the tea too sweet. I started to think maybe that's what marriage _was_."
"Tarak didnt appreciated my health food," Anjali said. "not me. Not the effort. Not the silence I filled."
They looked at Roshan then, together.
Anjali touched her shoulder. Babita took her hand.
"You were hurt, but you didn't break," Babita said. "That's why he sees you. That's why _we_ see you."
Roshan's throat trembled. Her hand squeezed theirs.
"Thank you," she whispered.
The silence was warm this time. Full of something softer than peace. Something like _belonging_.
---
Later that evening, as golden sunset poured into the living room, Babita sat up suddenly, a twinkle in her eye.
"Girls," she said, "I have an idea."
Anjali raised a brow. "That usually means trouble."
Babita smirked. "We surprise our saviour."
Roshan tilted her head. "How?"
"Flowers. Candles. Silk."
"And us," Anjali added, voice low and playful. "Just… us."
Laughter rang like wind chimes in the dusky light.
---
**Much later**, Veyas returned from a solitary walk through the society gardens. The air had cooled, but the breeze still carried scents of mogra and rose.
He stepped into the penthouse.
Silence.
Not a giggle. Not a greeting. No fragrance of chai or teasing remarks from the corridor.
Just quiet.
He paused.
Until he saw the first flower on the marble floor.
A fresh red rose.
Then another.
A trail.
Up the first step of the grand staircase, then the next, curving like a lover's whisper toward the upper level.
He exhaled slowly.
A smile curled onto his lips—sharp, slow, and expectant.
And he followed.
The scent of **rose petals** guided him.
Each step Veyas took on the marble staircase felt like a descent into something sacred. The soft glow of floating candles flickered along the hall, and the trail of petals—velvet and red as blood—whispered of anticipation.
The penthouse was silent. Too silent.
His room's door stood slightly ajar, golden light spilling from within like the soul of a secret.
He pushed it open.
And entered a dream.
---
They were waiting.
Not passively.
But **like goddesses who knew what they were worth**.
---
**Babita**, reclined on the bed like a fire-gilded temptress, was dressed in a translucent **crimson satin nightgown**. The lace hugged her curves like a lover's hands—clinging at her full hips, plunging low at her chest, and ending just above the swell of her thighs. Her legs crossed with casual dominance, anklets glinting as she swayed them idly. Her loose hair flowed like ink down her shoulders, and when she smiled, it was with the slow heat of a woman who already knew how the night would end.
**Anjali**, perched by the window like moonlight made flesh, wore a **cream silk slip**, cut low in front, falling loose at her thighs. The fabric clung just enough to reveal the gentle curve of her waist, the rise of her chest with each breath. Her long neck was bare, her hair gathered in a soft bun, with tendrils falling to frame her sculpted cheekbones. She didn't try to look at him. She let him look at her.
**Roshan**, standing at the edge of the bed like a secret waiting to be opened, wore a **lavender chiffon chemise**, diaphanous and soft, edged with white lace. A sheer robe cinched around her waist, hinting at the outline of her body rather than showing it. Her dark curls fell in wild ringlets down her back, and her eyes—so often guarded—were now heavy-lidded, full of trust and quiet hunger.
They weren't just dressed for him.
They were draped in intent.
---
Veyas took a single step inside, unhurried.
His silk shirt hung open at the collar. His eyes gleamed not with lust, but with _claim_. This was not a man surprised. This was a man _expecting worship_—and receiving it in full.
"What's this?" he asked, voice like poured wine. "A ceremony?"
Babita smiled with one shoulder bare.
"A tribute," she said. "To the man who gave us back our names."
---
Anjali moved first. Silent. Graceful. She lifted his coat from his shoulders and folded it slowly—like she was savoring every movement.
Babita stood next, fingers brushing the buttons of his shirt, undoing two without a word. Her touch burned through the cotton.
Roshan stepped forward last. She didn't undress him. She simply reached for his hand—and brought it to her heart.
"You gave us warmth," she said softly. "Let us give it back."
He said nothing.
Just watched them.
And surrendered.
Babita, her voice a sultry whisper, began to undress him, her fingers tracing the lines of his body with reverence. "My king," she murmured, her breath hot against his skin, "allow us to serve you, to worship you as you deserve." Her hands deftly worked at his belt, her eyes never leaving his as she slowly revealed more of his body to their hungry gazes.
Anjali, her touch a gentle exploration, echoed Babita's sentiments. "You are our everything," she whispered, her fingers brushing against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. "Let us show you the depths of our love and submission." Her movements were slow and deliberate, each piece of clothing she removed a testament to her reverence for him.
Roshan, her voice barely above a whisper, added her own plea. "We exist to please you, to fulfill your every desire," she murmured, her fingers trembling slightly as she helped undress him. "Let us serve you, my king, with all that we are."
As his clothes fell away, the three women sank to their knees, their eyes locked on each other, a silent communication passing between them. Their hands worked in unison, pulling down his underwear, revealing him to their adoring gazes. The room was filled with a mix of anticipation and reverence, the air thick with their shared desire.
Babita, her eyes gleaming with adoration, leaned forward, her lips gently kissing the head of his cock, a soft, reverent gesture. "My king," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin, "allow us to worship you."
Anjali, her tongue a gentle, exploratory caress, began to lick his shaft, her movements slow and deliberate, a promise of the pleasure to come. "You are our world," she murmured, her voice a soft purr, "and we will serve you with every fiber of our being."
Roshan, her eyes filled with a deep, yearning love, buried her nose in his balls, taking a deep, reverent sniff, her fingers gently cupping him. "We live for your pleasure," she whispered, her voice a soft, tender caress. "Let us show you the depths of our devotion." Her lips found his balls, her tongue a gentle suckle, a promise of the love and care she would shower upon him.
Together, they worshipped him, their touches and kisses a shared act of love and submission, each movement a testament to their devotion and desire. The room filled with their soft sighs and whispered words, a symphony of love and longing, a testament to the power of shared intimacy and devotion.
Babita, her eyes gleaming with a mix of reverence and lust, took him deep into her throat, her lips stretching wide to accommodate him. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing out, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each motion. Her hands, gentle and worshipful, cupped his balls, rolling them softly, her touch a promise of pleasure. As she sucked, she moaned, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine, her tears of joy and submission mingling with the precum that beaded at his tip, a sweet, salty taste on her tongue.
Anjali, watching Babita with a hunger that matched her own, took her turn, her mouth enveloping his cock with a slow, deliberate motion. She sucked him deep, her throat muscles constricting around him, her tongue a relentless explorer. Her hands, soft and gentle, fondled Babita's breasts, her fingers teasing the nipples through the thin fabric of her nightgown, drawing out soft moans from her. As she sucked, she reached down, her fingers finding Roshan's pussy, teasing and exploring, a silent promise of the pleasures to come.
Roshan, her eyes filled with a deep, yearning love, took him into her mouth, her lips soft and yielding. She sucked him with a tenderness that bordered on devotion, her tongue a gentle caress, her nose buried in his pubic hair, inhaling his scent. Her hands, gentle and reverent, cupped his balls, her fingers a soft, exploring touch. As she sucked, she reached up, her fingers finding Anjali's breasts, her touch a gentle, teasing caress, drawing out soft sighs of pleasure.
Babita, her breath coming in soft, ragged gasps, took his cock in her hands, using it like a fleshlight, her fingers tight around him, her movements fast and urgent. She moaned, her eyes locked on Anjali and Roshan, her pleasure building with each stroke. Anjali, her eyes dark with desire, watched Babita, her fingers finding Roshan's clit, teasing and exploring, drawing out soft cries of pleasure. Roshan, her body trembling with need, sucked on his balls, her tongue a gentle, relentless caress, her fingers finding Anjali's pussy, teasing and exploring, a shared act of love and desire.
The room was filled with their soft sighs and whispered words, the air thick with the scent of their desire, the taste of their tears and precum a sweet, intoxicating mix. Their movements were a seamless blend of passion and tenderness, each woman complementing the other, their touches and kisses a shared act of love and possession, a testament to the power of shared intimacy and devotion.
The transition from one woman to the next was a seamless dance of desire, each woman taking her turn with a reverence that spoke of her devotion and hunger. Babita, her eyes glazed with tears of joy and submission, sucked him deep into her throat, her lips stretched wide, her cheeks hollowing out with each pull. Her moans vibrated around his shaft, sending waves of pleasure through his body, her hands cupping his balls with a gentle, worshipful touch.
As her pleasure reached a peak, Babita pulled back, her lips popping off with a soft, wet sound, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "My king," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire, "you are our everything." Her eyes, filled with a mix of reverence and lust, met Anjali's, a silent communication passing between them.
Anjali, her hunger matching Babita's, took her turn, her mouth enveloping his cock with a slow, deliberate motion. She sucked him deep, her throat muscles constricting around him, her tongue a relentless explorer. Her hands, soft and gentle, found Babita's breasts, her fingers teasing the nipples through the thin fabric of her nightgown, drawing out soft moans of pleasure.
As Anjali's pleasure built, her movements becoming more urgent, she pulled back, her lips releasing him with a soft, wet sound, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "You are our world," she whispered, her voice a soft purr, her eyes meeting Roshan's, a silent promise of the pleasures to come.
Roshan, her eyes filled with a deep, yearning love, took him into her mouth, her lips soft and yielding. She sucked him with a tenderness that bordered on devotion, her tongue a gentle caress, her nose buried in his pubic hair, inhaling his scent. Her hands, gentle and reverent, cupped his balls, her fingers a soft, exploring touch.
As Roshan's pleasure reached a peak, her body trembling with need, she pulled back, her lips releasing him with a soft, wet sound, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "We live for your pleasure," she whispered, her voice a soft, tender caress, her eyes meeting Babita's, a silent invitation to continue.
Babita, her hunger renewed, took him deep into her throat once more, her lips stretching wide, her cheeks hollowing out, her tongue swirling around his shaft. The cycle continued, each woman taking her turn, their movements a seamless blend of passion and tenderness, their touches and kisses a shared act of love and possession, a testament to the power of shared intimacy and devotion. The room was filled with their soft sighs and whispered words, the air thick with the scent of their desire, the taste of their tears and precum a sweet, intoxicating mix.
The intensity of their shared desire reached a crescendo, each woman's touch and kiss pushing Veyas closer to the edge of ecstasy. As the pleasure built to an unbearable height, Veyas felt the familiar tightening in his balls, the rush of heat in his veins. With a final, shuddering gasp, he came, his cock pulsing as he shot his load, coating the three women in his semen. Streams of it ran down their faces, their necks, and their breasts, a mark of his possession and their devotion.
Babita, her breath coming in ragged gasps, looked up at him, her eyes filled with adoration and satisfaction. She leaned in, her tongue licking the semen from Anjali's lips, a slow, sensual kiss that spoke of their shared pleasure. Anjali, her body trembling with need, returned the kiss, her tongue exploring Babita's mouth, tasting the mix of their desires.
Roshan, her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure, joined them, her lips finding theirs in a three-way kiss, their tongues intertwining, tasting the sweet, salty mix of Veyas's cum and their own desires. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring, teasing, drawing out soft moans of pleasure.
The room was filled with their soft sighs and whispered words, the air thick with the scent of their desire, the taste of their tears, precum, and semen a sweet, intoxicating mix. Their movements were a seamless blend of passion and tenderness, each woman complementing the other, their touches and kisses a shared act of love and possession, a testament to the power of shared intimacy and devotion.
AN:
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