Manali Nights: A Honeymoon Betrayed – Part 2

The music drifted through the hall, a soft melody that did little to soothe my anticipation. I swirled the scotch in my glass, watching the amber liquid catch the dim light. 8:30 PM, and still no sign of them. I took a slow sip, the warmth spreading through me, and leaned back in my chair.

I scanned the room, noticing a few couples dancing to the music, their faces lit by the soft glow of the stage lights. A waiter approached, asking if I needed anything. I shook my head, my eyes still fixed on the entrance.

Just as I was about to consider ordering another drink, I saw them. Amit entered first, his usual cheerful demeanour slightly restrained. Nikita followed, her eyes moving quickly around the room, a flicker of unease in her expression. They made their way toward me, a silent conversation passing between them.

“Lucky,” Amit said, his voice a touch strained. “Good evening.”

“Evening, Amit,” I replied, rising to greet them. “Nikita.”

“Good evening,” she murmured, her gaze lingering on me for a moment before quickly looking away.

They sat down, the silence stretching between us. Amit cleared his throat. “Nikita told me about your offer,” he began, glancing at her. “We were wondering if we could talk to you about that.”

“Of course,” I said, my voice calm and even. “I’m all ears.”

Amit shifted in his chair, glancing at Nikita. “Nikita has some… concerns,” he said, his tone carefully neutral.

Nikita took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the offer, Lucky,” she began, her voice low. “It’s just… It’s a lot to take in. And Amit…” she paused, her gaze flickering towards her husband, “Amit is very enthusiastic about it.”

“Enthusiastic?” I echoed, raising an eyebrow.

“He thinks it’s a fantastic opportunity,” she continued, her voice tight. “He keeps saying it’s my dream, that I shouldn’t let it slip away.”

“And what do you think, Nikita?” I asked, my voice soft.

She hesitated, her eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and frustration. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted. “I’m not sure what to think. He’s so insistent, and it’s making me uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable?” I repeated, my voice laced with a hint of concern.

“Yes,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “He’s… he’s pushing me, Lucky. He’s not even considering how I feel.”

Amit shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Nikita, I just want what’s best for you,” he protested, his voice defensive. “This is a chance to make your dream a reality.”

“But at what cost, Amit?” she countered, her voice rising slightly. “You’re not even listening to me.”

The tension in the air was thick, a noticeable force that filled the space between us. I watched them, a silent observer in their marital conflict.

“Perhaps,” I interjected, my voice calm and even, “we should discuss this in a more private setting. My room, perhaps? We can have a drink and talk things through.”

Nikita looked at me, her eyes filled with a flicker of hope. “Yes,” she said, her voice barely audible. “That would be better.”

Amit hesitated, then nodded. “Alright,” he said, his voice resigned. “Let’s go.”

We moved to my room, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension. Amit, despite his earlier enthusiasm, seemed subdued, his gaze darting around the room as if searching for something. Nikita, on the other hand, was a picture of nervous energy.

“Would you like something to drink? I have scotch, and I can order some wine, too,” I offered. They readily accepted.

After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door. It was the waiter with our orders.

I poured two glasses of scotch and a glass of wine, offering them to my guests. “To new beginnings,” I said, raising my glass.

Amit took a large gulp, his eyes fixed on the amber liquid. Nikita sipped hers slowly, her gaze lingering on me.

“So,” I began, settling into a comfortable chair, “tell me about your concerns.”

Nikita took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine. “It’s not that I don’t want to open a school, Lucky,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “It’s my dream. But… Amit is pushing me, and it doesn’t feel right.”

“Pushing you?” I echoed, my voice laced with a hint of concern.

“Yes,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “He keeps saying it’s a ‘golden opportunity,’ that we can’t afford to pass it up. He even said it’s my ‘chance to do something for myself finally.'”

“And what’s wrong with that?” Amit interjected, his voice defensive. “It’s a chance to make your dream a reality, Nikita.”

“But you’re not listening to me, Amit,” she countered, her voice rising slightly. “You’re not even considering how I feel.”

“I am listening,” he protested, his voice strained. “I just think you’re being unreasonable.”

“Unreasonable?” she scoffed. “I’m the one being unreasonable?”

The argument escalated, their voices rising, the air thick with tension. I watched them, a silent observer in their marital conflict.

“Perhaps,” I interjected, my voice calm and even, “we should focus on the opportunity itself. Nikita, tell me more about your vision for the school.”

Nikita turned to me, her eyes filled with a flicker of hope. “I want to create a school where children can learn in a nurturing environment,” she began, her voice softening. “A place where they can explore their creativity and develop their full potential.”

As she spoke, her passion for her dream became evident. Her eyes sparkled, her voice filled with enthusiasm. I listened intently, nodding occasionally, encouraging her to elaborate.

“And what about the financial aspects?” I asked when she had finished. “Have you considered the costs involved?”

“I’ve done some research,” she replied, her voice more confident. “I have a rough business plan, but I need funding to get started.”

“That’s where I come in,” I said, my voice low and reassuring. “I’m willing to invest in your dream, Nikita. But I need to be sure it’s a sound investment.”

“It will be,” she said, her eyes filled with determination. “I won’t let you down, Lucky. I am just…”

“Wondering why a total stranger is investing in your dreams, especially someone you just met?” I said, offering her a confident smile. She grew nervous, unsure how to respond. “I’m a businessman, Nikita, and I’m always looking for opportunities to profit.”

I picked up my glass, drained it in one gulp, and continued, “Honestly, I’m glad you’re not trusting me blindly.”

“Lucky,” Nikita began, her voice trembling slightly, “I don’t understand…”

“You don’t have to,” I said, my voice smooth and reassuring. “Just trust me. This is a business deal, Nikita. A mutually beneficial arrangement. You get your school, and I… I get what I want.”

I leaned forward, my gaze locking with hers. “And what I want, Nikita,” I whispered, “is your complete and utter trust.”

By now, I had a clear understanding of Amit’s character. Even Nikita seemed taken aback by my directness, the way I framed my proposition as a business transaction, and Amit’s complete lack of reaction.

Nikita’s eyes widened, a flicker of fear mingling with the confusion in her gaze. Amit remained silent, his gaze fixed on his glass.

“How about this: once you’re back in Delhi, we can schedule a meeting to discuss the details of our agreement. That will give you time to prepare your school plans, which we can review together. You’re also welcome to visit me in Indore and see my businesses and industries firsthand. That way, you can be completely confident in my sincerity before we finalize the agreement.” I suggested.

Nikita’s breath hitched, a flicker of relief crossing her features. “That… that sounds reasonable, Lucky,” she said, her voice regaining a measure of composure. “It would give me time to think.”

“Excellent,” I said, offering her a reassuring smile. “We’ll be in touch as soon as you’re back in Delhi.” I turned to Amit, my gaze sharp. “And Amit, I’d appreciate it if you could ensure Nikita has all the necessary documentation for her school plans. It will expedite the process.”

Amit nodded, his eyes avoiding mine. “Of course, Lucky,” he mumbled. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Now that all the confusion is cleared up, how about we enjoy the rest of the night? Let me order a few more drinks,” I suggested, looking at Amit and Nikita.

Amit composed himself, a flicker of his usual cheer returning. “Sure, why not?” he replied. Nikita nodded, a subtle tension still lingering in her posture, but she offered no objection.

I called the hotel’s restaurant, ordering rounds of scotch and wine. I shifted the conversation to lighter topics, sharing stories and jokes, trying to create a more relaxed atmosphere. I wanted to observe their dynamic and see how they interacted after the tension of our earlier discussion.

Amit, fueled by alcohol, became increasingly talkative, regaling us with stories from his work and travels. Nikita, however, remained subdued. Her gaze occasionally drifted towards me, a silent question in her eyes.

“I’m feeling a bit tired,” Amit announced, stifling a yawn. “Is it alright if I take a quick rest on your bed?”

“No problem,” I said, rising to my feet. “Let me help you.”

I guided Amit to the bed, helping him lie down. He was out almost instantly, his breathing heavy and rhythmic. I pulled a blanket over him, ensuring he was comfortable.

“He’s out cold,” I said to Nikita, turning back to her. She was watching me.

“He is not going to wake up before morning,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Is that so?” I replied, my voice low and smooth. “What about you, Nikita? Are you feeling tired as well?”

She hesitated, her gaze flickering towards the sleeping Amit. “No,” she said, her voice barely audible. “I’m not tired.”

“Good,” I said, closing the distance between us. “Now, I would like to discuss some important points of our partnership that we cannot discuss in front of your husband.”

I gestured towards the balcony, the soft glow of the city lights casting long shadows across the room. “Let’s step outside. It’s a bit more private.”

She nodded, her eyes filled with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. We walked out onto the balcony. The cool night air was a stark contrast to the warmth of the room.

“Nikita,” I began, my voice low and serious, “our partnership is about more than just a school. It’s about trust, loyalty, and a shared vision.”

I paused, allowing my words to sink in. “There are certain… aspects of our agreement that require a deeper level of commitment,” I continued, my gaze locking with hers. “Aspects that Amit might not fully understand.”

She shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting around the balcony. “What do you mean, Lucky?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“I mean,” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper, “that our partnership requires a level of… intimacy that goes beyond business.”

I reached out, gently tracing the curve of her cheek. “A level of intimacy that only you and I can share.”

Her breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly. “Lucky,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and desire.

“Don’t be afraid, Nikita,” I said, my voice smooth and reassuring. “This is a mutually beneficial arrangement. You get your school, your dream. And I… I get your complete and unwavering loyalty.”

Before she could complete her sentence, I had already placed my lips on hers. She stiffened at first, but then, with a soft sigh, she melted into me. Her hands found their way to my chest, clutching at my shirt as the kiss deepened.

I tasted the wine on her lips, sweet and intoxicating. I felt the warmth of her body against mine while my hands explored the smooth curves of her body.

I broke the kiss, resting my forehead against hers. “Nikita,” I whispered, my voice husky with emotion. “You are so beautiful.”

With a swift, practised motion, I grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it up, and in an instant, the soft fabric parted, revealing the delicate lace of her bra, a tantalizing glimpse of the beauty hidden beneath. I trailed my fingers along the edge of the lace, feeling the warmth of her skin through the delicate fabric.

Her breath hitched, and her eyes, wide and dark, met mine. She was standing on the balcony in jeans and a bra.

“Lucky,” she whispered, her voice a mixture of apprehension and desire.

I moved behind her and unhooked her bra. The delicate bra fell, and her back was exposed. I nibbled on her neck and moved my hands to her front. I grabbed her soft boobs into my hands. They were full and heavy. I cupped them gently, my thumbs circling the hardened erect nipples, escaping a soft moan from her lips.

I continued to play with her soft breasts and hard nipples while my lips were on hers. Who would have thought that the woman I saw a few days back would be standing on my balcony? Her boobs were exposed while her husband was passed out on the bed.

After kissing her for a while, I turned her around, and she instinctively covered her breasts. Her face was flushed.

“Lucky,” she whispered, her voice laced with a plea.

“Trust me, Nikita,” I murmured, my gaze locking with hers. “Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

I gently moved her hands away, exposing her perky breasts. Even though she was dusky, her breasts were pale and full. The dark nipples were erect, inviting my touch. I gently placed my lips on her boobs and began to suck on them. I could feel her soft flesh and the erect nipples in my mouth.

I alternated licking and sucking on both breasts. Slowly and steadily, I knelt and began to lick her navel while my hands began to explore her ass over her jeans.

I traced the curve of her hips, feeling the gentle movements of her body as she shifted her weight. A soft moan escaped her lips, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation.

I moved my hands lower, feeling the firm roundness of her ass through the fabric. I squeezed the soft flesh, escaping another soft gasp from her. I could feel her breath quickening, her body trembling slightly.

I returned my attention to her navel, circling it with my tongue, then dipping inside. She shivered, her hands gripping my shoulders. I moved lower still, my lips tracing a path down her stomach towards the waistband of her jeans.

“Lucky,” she whispered, her voice laced with a mixture of fear and desire.

“Shhh,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her skin. “Just relax.”

I unbuttoned her jeans, the metallic snap echoing in the silence of the balcony. I slowly slid the zipper down, revealing the delicate lace of her panties. I paused, my gaze lingering on the strip of exposed skin.

“May I?” I whispered, my voice husky with desire.

She hesitated, her eyes fluttering closed. Then, with a soft sigh, she nodded.

I gently slid her jeans down her legs, revealing the full beauty of her body. Her skin was smooth and warm, her curves inviting my touch. I moved back up and grabbed her panties, and pulled them down. She was now standing naked on the balcony.

Her exposed naked pussy was right in front of me. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed. The foreplay had caused her to leak her love juice, which was slowly dripping down her inner thighs.

I moved my head towards her, but she immediately tried to back away. I looked at her and whispered, “It’s okay.” I cupped her soft ass and pulled her towards me, whispering, “It’s alright.”

Before she could protest, I had already placed my lips on her wet pussy. I could taste the saltiness of her love juice in my mouth. Even though she had showered before coming to my room, I could still detect the strong aroma of her arousal due to the foreplay.

“It’s… It’s dirty,” she said, trying to push my head away. But I ignored her words and began to lick her wet pussy. I slid my tongue between her pussy lips and found her clitoris, and I began to flick my tongue over it.

Each flick sent waves of pleasure through Nikita. She was becoming lost in the sensation. Despite the cold outside, our bodies were hot and sweaty. I continued to flick and suck on her clitoris within her pussy lips. Her love juice continued to flow.

I continued licking her pussy and squeezing her soft buttocks. I could tell from her reactions that she was close to climaxing. I continued licking her until she was on the verge of climax, and then I stopped.

I rose to my feet, my gaze locking with hers. “You’re delicious, Nikita,” I whispered, my voice filled with admiration.

She blushed, her eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and desire. I reached out, gently cupping her face in my hands.

I kissed her then, a deep, passionate kiss that spoke of unspoken desires and hidden fantasies. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer, her body moulding against mine.

My hands slowly moved upwards and grasped her shoulders. I gently pushed her to her knees. I unbuckled my belt and then unbuttoned my pants. Nikita immediately understood what I was expecting.

She gently slid my pants down. Her face was flushed. She could clearly see the outline of my already erect penis through my underwear.

She hesitated for a moment and then gently slid my underwear down, exposing my hard penis inches from her nose. She was clearly taken aback.

“It’s…It’s so big,” she whispered. I gently stroked my fingers on her cheek and whispered, “It’s different for everyone, some small and some big.”

I placed my hands behind her head and guided her mouth towards my penis. She opened her mouth and gently took the tip of my penis inside.

Her lips closed around my penis, warm and wet. She moved her head slowly, gently at first, then with increasing confidence, started to speed up. I groaned softly, my hands tangling in her hair, pulling towards me.

She took more of me into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she continued sucking my penis. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pure pleasure that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat building within me, the pressure building up tighter and tighter.

She changed her rhythm continuously, sometimes slow and teasing, sometimes fast and hard. I could feel her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip of my penis, driving me closer to the edge.

“Nikita,” I groaned while pulling her head away.

She looked up at me, her eyes dark and intense. “Yes, Lucky?” she whispered, her voice husky.

“I can’t… I want to fuck your pussy,” I gasped, my body ready for what’s coming next.

I grasped her shoulders, pulled her up, and captured her lips in a fervent kiss. Her body trembled against mine. I broke the kiss, my breath ragged.

“Come inside,” I murmured, my voice husky. I gently guided her towards the bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminating her hesitant steps.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes darting towards the sleeping Amit, then back to me. “Lucky,” she whispered, her voice laced with a tremor, “I…”

I placed a finger to her lips, silencing her. “Shhh,” I whispered back. “He’s heavily drunk. He won’t know…”

“He is heavily drunk. He will never know…” I repeated, my voice a low, seductive murmur. “It’s just a business deal, Nikita, nothing more.”

Her eyes, wide and dark, searched mine, a silent battle raging within her. I could see the conflict, the desire and the guilt, the thrill of the forbidden sex with the fear of discovery.

I reached out, my fingers tracing the delicate curve of her jaw. “Trust me, It’s all right,” I whispered, my voice a silken promise.

She hesitated for a heartbeat, then with a soft sigh, she nodded, her gaze locking with mine. I gently pushed her back onto the bed, her eyes never leaving mine.

I moved to stand before her, my gaze lingering on the smooth, inviting, beautiful naked body.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked, her cheeks flushed. “We do not need them,” I said, slowly moving between her legs.

“But… it can be dangerous,” she protested when Amit suddenly stirred. For a moment, she was terrified. Even I was startled, but I quickly composed myself and began to push the tip of my penis into her wet, tight pussy.

She immediately looked towards me with pleading eyes. She wanted me to stop, fearing Amit might wake, but I ignored her pleas. I climbed on top of her and placed my lips on hers, my hips gently thrusting inside her tight pussy.

The kiss was deep, a silent assurance, a way to suppress any sound she might make. I moved slowly at first, gauging her reaction, feeling the delicate tightness of her pussy. She moaned softly against my lips, a mixture of fear and pleasure.

Amit shifted again, a low groan escaping his lips. Nikita’s eyes widened, her body tensing beneath me. I paused, holding my breath, listening intently. After a moment, I resumed.

I resumed my movements, my thrusts becoming more confident, more insistent. Nikita’s moans grew louder, her hands gripping my back, her nails digging into my skin. The fear was still there, a visible tension in the air, but it was now mixed with a raw, unrestricted desire.

I could feel her wet pussy walls tightening around me, her heat surrounding my penis, driving me closer to the edge. The risk, the thrill of being caught, heightened the sensation, making it all the more intense.

“Lucky,” she whispered, her voice a breathless plea.

“Yes, Nikita?” I groaned, my body trembling with anticipation.

“I’m close,” she gasped, her hips bucking beneath me.

“Me too,” I whispered back, my voice thick with desire.

I increased my pace, thrusting faster and harder. The climax built within me, a tightening coil of pleasure. Finally, we reached our climax together. A wave of heat washed over us. I filled her married, tight pussy with my cum. I collapsed against her, our bodies still joined, our breaths mingling.

Nikita’s breathing was ragged, her body still trembling slightly. I rolled off her, pulling her close, my arm around her.

“That was…” she began, her voice trailing off.

“Incredible,” I finished, my voice low and husky.

She nodded, her eyes filled with satisfaction. We lay there for a long moment.

After a while, Nikita stirred, her eyes darting towards the sleeping Amit. “We should…” she began, her voice barely a whisper.

“I know,” I murmured, kissing her forehead. “Let’s wash together.”

That night stretched on, a blur of stolen moments and whispered desires. We fucked again in the shower, the hot water a sensual caress against our skin, and yet again on the balcony. By the time we were finished, the clock read 3:30 AM.

Nikita dressed quickly, her movements precise and efficient, then slipped silently back to her room, leaving Amit and me in the quiet stillness of my room.

The next morning, Amit woke with a groggy apology for the previous night and then returned to his room. During breakfast, I announced my return to Indore. I noticed a flicker of disappointment in Nikita’s eyes. But I promised to visit them in Delhi once their vacation was over.

To be continued…

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