Manali Nights: A Honeymoon Betrayed – Part 1

Hello readers,

I’m skipping the formal intro. If you’ve read my earlier story, “Tricked my friend for threesome with his wife,” you might recognize me.

This is a side story, though, so you can jump right in without reading the other one.

Have you ever thought that you are stuck in a fucking routine? I mean, you wake up and do the same shit you do every day and then you go to bed. The next day you wake up and repeat the same shit.

Yes, even I was stuck in this fucking routine. Finally, I decided to take a vacation. Do you know what the best location is to escape from all this?

Yup, you guessed it correctly. It’s ‘Manali.’

It is also considered one of the best honeymoon locations in India. So, during the summer you will get to see a lot of newlywed couples.

The hotel I booked was on the outskirts of the main city. I like it when it is away from the main crowd.  The hotel was good, though it was a little far from the main city, and it was beautiful. I booked myself the room with the best view. Though it was a little expensive, it was worth it.

I reached the hotel in the evening. I freshened myself up, and at night, I decided to enjoy myself with some drinks. I asked the bartender to get me a bottle of Chivas Regal 18 and some side bites. I was sitting near a window, and all I could see was darkness outside.

From where I was sitting, I could see the reception gate quite clearly. It was around 10:30 PM when I noticed a woman enter. She was around 5.3 ft. I could not see her clearly, but I could tell she had a bombshell figure. I ignored her and continued enjoying my drinks.

After some time, I noticed there was an argument at the reception counter. It was also around time for the bar and restaurant to close. So I asked the waiter to send the remaining half bottle to my room. I started walking to my room and passed the reception. I got a good look at the woman.

She was with a man, who I assumed was her husband. She had a dusky skin tone and was strikingly beautiful. Her figure was curvy, about 32C-28-34. She wore tight jeans, tall boots, and a form-fitting top with her jacket draped over her arm. Her tight jeans accentuated her curvy ass. I couldn’t help but notice.

I saw they were arguing, and initially, I was going to ignore it. But then I looked at her husband. He’d caught me checking out his wife, and our eyes met. I immediately got a sense of what kind of man he was.

Usually, husbands are protective when someone looks at their wives, projecting a sense of dominance. But he was different. I saw something else – a dark excitement.

Instead of walking away, I went to the counter and asked the receptionist what was wrong. She said there was a booking mix-up, and the rooms the couple wanted weren’t available.

The husband spoke first. “Sir, I booked a premium view room, and now they’re saying it’s a standard room.”

The receptionist countered, “Sir, the payment we received and the rooms requested were for standard rooms. It’s not our fault.”

After listening to them for a few more minutes, I asked the husband, “Did you book the rooms yourself?”

He replied, “No, Sir. I used a broker. I paid him, and he handled the booking.”

I let out a long breath, placed my hands on his shoulders, and said calmly, “My friend, you’ve been scammed.”

The realization hit him. He understood he’d been tricked.

His wife broke the silence. “Amit, I told you not to trust people like that blindly. You should have booked through a reputable agency.”

Amit’s troubles weren’t over. The receptionist dropped another tragic news: “Sir, you’ve only paid half for standard rooms. You’ll need to pay the rest before we can give you a room.”

Amit immediately showed her his receipts, but they appeared to be fake. I suggested he call the broker. But Amit said the broker’s phone had been off since they landed.

I glanced at his wife, Nikita, who looked tense. She noticed me but was too stressed to say anything.

After a moment, I asked the receptionist, “Can you give them the rooms they originally wanted?”

She replied, “Sir, all the premium rooms are booked.”

“Then give them my room,” I said. “I have a deluxe room with a premium view, I believe.”

“Are you sure, sir?” she asked.

“Yes,” I confirmed.

Amit quickly objected, “No, sir, that’s not necessary…”

I interrupted, “First, call me Lucky. Second, I’m alone, so I don’t need such a large room. And lastly, you’re on your honeymoon. Don’t let some asshole ruin it for you.”

After a pause, Amit looked at Nikita. “Nikita, what do you think? Should we accept?”

Nikita looked at me and asked, “Are you sure, Lucky? Is it really okay?”

“Yes,” I replied. “You two enjoy your honeymoon. I’ll take another room.”

With that settled, everything went smoothly. They found another room for me on the same floor, at the far end. It was similar to the premium room, just with a view of the town instead of the mountains.

Amit paid the difference at the reception. They sent a hotel staff to move my things and prepare my new room. While we waited, we sat by the bonfire and chatted. The couple relaxed and opened up.

Amit explained how he’d found the broker online, who offered a package deal for Manali, and how he’d been tricked. Nikita was clearly annoyed, but she kept her frustration in check.

She was a teacher, and Amit was a manager at a private firm. It was a love marriage. They’d been together for four years, married for six months. Due to their busy careers, this was their first chance for a honeymoon.

We were enjoying our conversation when a hotel staff member came over and said our rooms were ready. Even though their room was ready, they didn’t seem in a hurry to go and relax.

I knew they were just being polite. So, I told them to drop the formalities and go rest, as they’d had a long and stressful day. We said good night and went to our respective rooms.

The new room was not bad. My bottle of scotch was placed on a table near my bed. I poured myself a glass and gulped it down in a single breath before I got comfortable on my bed and drifted to a deep sleep.

I woke up early the next morning, got ready, and went to the banquet hall for breakfast. It was a buffet. I grabbed a sandwich, some fruit, and a black coffee.

While I was eating, Amit and Nikita walked in. Amit saw me and came over. “Hey Lucky, good morning.”

“Good morning,” I replied.

I noticed Nikita looked upset, and I guessed they’d disagreed.

“Is everything alright? Nikita, you seem troubled,” I asked.

“Why don’t you ask him?” Nikita said, her voice strained. “Tell him, Amit.”

Before Amit could speak, I said, “Why don’t you both get some breakfast? We can talk while we eat.”

Ten minutes later, we were all at the same table. Amit explained that he’d paid the broker for a private car to tour the area, and he’d been scammed for that as well.

It seemed he’d been tricked on multiple fronts. I suppressed a laugh and asked, “So, what are your plans now?”

“We asked the reception to arrange a private vehicle,” Nikita said, “but they’re asking an outrageous price just to see the nearby sights.”

Amit and Nikita were about to argue when I interrupted. “If you’d like, you could come with me. I’ve booked an Innova, and there’s plenty of room.”

Nikita immediately declined. “No, Lucky, we’ve already caused you enough trouble with the hotel room. We don’t want to impose further.”

I chuckled. “You’re kidding. It was no trouble at all. Actually, now that I think about it, it was a stupid idea. You’re on your honeymoon, you need privacy, and I’d be a third wheel.”

Nikita giggled. “No, it’s not like that. We don’t want to bother you again.”

“But it’s no bother,” I insisted.

They continued to decline my offer, so I didn’t push it. Having finished my breakfast, I excused myself, giving them some space. Before leaving, I exchanged phone numbers with Amit, just in case they changed their minds.

I returned to my room, settled into a sofa chair, and started scrolling through my phone while waiting for my car to arrive. About twenty minutes later, I received a call from my driver. He told me he was waiting at the pickup area.

I grabbed my shoes and was about to head out when I got another call, this time from an unknown number.

I answered, and it was Nikita. “Hey, Lucky…”

“Hey… who is this?” I asked.

“It’s Nikita,” she replied.

“Hey Nikita… yes, what’s up?” I said.

“I feel really awkward asking this, but… is the offer still open?” she asked.

“Yes, of course. The driver’s already here, waiting at the pickup point,” I told her.

“Thank you so much, Lucky. It really means a lot that you’re helping strangers like us,” she said.

“Hey, it’s no trouble at all. I’m actually glad to have some company,” I replied.

“Thank you, Lucky,” she said, sounding genuinely pleased.

“Alright then, I’ll see you in five minutes at the pickup point,” I told her.

I spent the entire day with Amit and Nikita. We visited various viewpoints. I sat in the front seat while they took the back. I could sense a lingering tension between them initially, but it gradually dissipated as they began to enjoy the trip.

We had lunch at a nice restaurant nearby and continued our sightseeing. Around 5 PM, the driver dropped us back at the hotel.

That evening, I relaxed in my room, deciding to finish the remaining scotch from the previous day. While scrolling through Instagram, I noticed a suggested following – ‘Nikita Roy.

Perhaps it was because I now had her phone number saved. I clicked the follow button, sending a request. It was a private profile, which made sense – a cultured woman, a teacher, and a newly married wife.

Around 9 PM, I received a call from Amit inviting me to join them for dinner, which I accepted. When I arrived at the banquet hall, it was set up for dinner. A musician was on a small stage, singing Hindi romantic songs. A few couples were scattered around, enjoying their meals and the music.

I immediately spotted Amit and Nikita at a corner table and joined them. We exchanged greetings, and I asked if they had ordered yet.

“No, not yet. We were waiting for you, Lucky,” Amit replied.

“Do you guys drink?” I asked.

“Occasionally, we do,” Nikita replied.

“I’ll have a scotch. What would you like?” I asked.

After a moment, Amit said, “I think I’ll have scotch, too. Nikita, wine as usual?”

“Yes, sure,” Nikita replied.

“Alright, let me order the drinks. We’ll get a bottle of scotch and a bottle of wine,” I told them.

“No, Lucky, a bottle will be too much,” Nikita immediately objected.

“You’ll be here for a few more days so that you can enjoy the bottles during your stay. Plus, getting a bottle is more economical,” I explained.

They both tried to protest, but I insisted and called the waiter. I ordered a bottle of Chivas Regal 18 and a bottle of Framingham Pinot Noir, one of the finest wines.

The moment they heard the orders, they stopped resisting. After all, the bottles combined cost around 20,000 rupees. We enjoyed our drinks and then had dinner, chatting about our jobs and families.

After a pleasant evening, I told them about my family business and why I’d decided to take this vacation. Once dinner was over, I asked the waiters to send the remaining scotch to my room and the wine to Amit and Nikita’s.

We moved to the bonfire after drinks, continuing our conversation. Amit was starting to feel the effects of the scotch, becoming a bit drowsy, while Nikita seemed perfectly at ease.

After a while, Amit excused himself to use the restroom, taking the room keys from Nikita. He said he’d be right back. Nikita and I continued our conversation.

“I envy you, Lucky,” Nikita said. “You seem to have everything figured out – a successful family business, wealth, property…”

“It’s not as simple as that,” I replied. “Everyone has their own set of circumstances.”

“Is that so?” she countered, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “My husband’s been scammed at every turn since we arrived.”

“I believe your husband is quite fortunate,” I said.

“Why do you say that?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Because he gets to spend his nights with such a beautiful woman,” I said, offering a confident, flirtatious smile.

Nikita blushed, momentarily flustered.

“I apologize,” I said, pretending to stumble a little, “I think I’ve had a bit too much to drink.”

“It’s alright,” she replied, a little nervously. “I… you… never mind.”

She wasn’t offended. The combination of her husband’s mishaps and the wine seemed to be lowering her hesitation. I sensed an opportunity.

“Your dream is to open your school, isn’t it?” I asked, rising and taking a seat next to her.

We were alone by the fire. Amit was still gone, likely having succumbed to the alcohol, leaving his wife vulnerable. She looked at me and nodded.

“I’m looking for investment opportunities, and I think a school could be a worthwhile venture,” I said, gently placing my hand on her thigh.

Nikita’s eyes widened slightly, and she shifted uncomfortably. “Really? You’d invest in a school?”

“Absolutely,” I said, my voice low and smooth. “Especially a school run by someone as passionate and dedicated as you.” I gently squeezed her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin through her jeans.

She didn’t pull away. Instead, she seemed frozen, her breath catching in her throat. “That’s… that’s very kind of you, Lucky.”

“Kindness has nothing to do with it,” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper. “It’s simply good business. And I believe in investing in things I find… desirable.”

“In fact, here is the first instalment of my investment…” I grabbed my phone from my pocket and opened the UPI app. I immediately transferred 1 Lakh rupees to her account.

While making the transaction. I moved my hand slightly higher, my fingers tracing the curve of her inner thighs. She flinched but still didn’t move away. The fire made her face glow, and you could see she was blushing and nervous.

“Lucky, I… I don’t know what to say,” she stammered, her voice barely audible.

“You don’t have to say anything,” I whispered, leaning closer. “Just relax and enjoy the moment.”

I moved my hand to her waist, pulling her closer. The scent of her perfume filled my senses, intoxicating and alluring.

“What about Amit?” she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and excitement.

“He’ll be fine,” I said, my voice dismissive. “He’s probably still in the bathroom, or perhaps he’s decided to take a nap.”

I lowered my head, my lips brushing against her ear. “Besides,” I whispered, “what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

I could feel her trembling, her body tense with a mixture of desire and guilt. I gently turned her face towards mine and looked into her eyes. They were wide and filled with a mixture of fear, desire, and confusion. I leaned in and gently kissed her.

Her lips were soft and warm, and she responded hesitantly at first, then with a growing passion. The kiss deepened, and I could feel her body relaxing against mine, the tension melting away. The fire crackled beside us, casting dancing shadows that seemed to amplify the intimacy of the moment.

We broke the kiss, and she looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and lingering uncertainty. “Lucky,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

“Shhh,” I whispered back, placing a finger to her lips. “Just let it happen.”

I kissed her again, this time more urgently, my hands exploring the curves of her body. She moaned softly, her hands reaching up to tangle in my hair. The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us lost in the heat of the moment.

Suddenly, we heard a noise, a stumbling sound, approaching from the direction of the hotel building. We pulled apart, our eyes wide with a shared sense of guilt and apprehension.

“Amit,” Nikita whispered, her voice filled with panic.

I quickly stood up, trying to calm her down. “It’s probably just a hotel guest,” I said, trying to sound casual.

As the person got closer, we saw it was Amit. His face was red, and his eyes looked blurry. He was still drunk and confused.

“Nikita? Lucky?” he mumbled, his words thick. “Are you still here?”

“We’re still here, Amit,” Nikita said, her voice strained. “By the bonfire.”

He walked unsteadily towards us, trying to focus his eyes. “I’m really sleepy,” he said. “Let’s go back to the room.”

He looked at Nikita and then at me, staring at her red cheeks and messy hair. “Are you alright? You looked… messed up,” he repeated, his voice laced with suspicion, yet a dark excitement flickered in his eyes.

Nikita quickly stepped forward, placing a hand on his arm. “It’s just the wine. I think it’s a little too strong for me,” she said, her voice firm.

Amit seemed to accept her explanation, but his eyes still held a lingering doubt, yet a strange excitement. He swayed slightly, then looked at me. “I’m going to bed. See you tomorrow, Lucky,” he said, his voice heavy and fatigued. “Come on, Nikita.”

Nikita hesitated, then nodded. “Alright, Amit.”

I went back to my room and poured a drink. I sat down and looked at my phone. Nikita had accepted my friend request. I looked at her pictures. They were mostly of her and her husband, their wedding, and the trips they took.

I looked at her pictures closely, especially the ones showing her body. I liked the pictures of her in tight clothes. I liked all the pictures where she looked pretty and sexy.

I closed the app, and the images of Nikita are still vivid in my mind. I poured another glass of scotch, the amber liquid swirling in the glass. The warmth of the alcohol spread through me. I found myself wondering what it would be like to fuck her tight, newly married pussy.

Something hit me. Amit was drunk, but he looked at us strangely, almost like he was excited. It made me feel weird but also curious. Was he really drunk and didn’t notice, or was he acting?

I decided to test the waters. I sent Nikita a message, a simple, innocent text: “Hope everything is fine between you and Amit.”

I waited, my eyes fixed on the screen. A few minutes passed, and then my phone buzzed. It was Nikita: “Everything is alright. Amit is sleeping.”

“Good,” I replied. “I am looking forward to our partnership?”

Fifteen minutes later, she texted, “About that… I don’t think it’s a good idea, Lucky. I’ll give you your money back.”

“Please don’t” I replied. “Put what happened today aside and think about it. Opportunities like this come once in a lifetime. You can have your school… Your dream!”

After a few minutes, I received a message from Nikita: “I need some time to think it through.”

I smiled, a slow, predatory grin spreading across my face. The game was over.

The next morning, I made sure to be in the banquet hall early, securing a table with a clear view of the entrance. I got myself a coffee and waited, my eyes scanning the room.

Finally, they arrived. Amit’s hair was messy, and he looked tired, but he was fine. Nikita, on the other hand, looked flustered, her cheeks slightly flushed. She avoided my gaze as they approached.

“Good morning,” I said, rising to greet them. “Sleep well?”

“Morning,” Amit mumbled, pulling out a chair. “Yeah, I slept like a log.”

Nikita offered a weak smile. “Morning, Lucky.”

The breakfast conversation was stilted and uncomfortable. I could feel Nikita’s eyes flickering towards me, quick, nervous glances that she immediately looked away from. Amit, completely unaware, enthusiastically detailed his plan to visit a nearby temple.

“Why don’t we all go, Lucky?” he suggested. “It’ll be a good time.”

I paused, pretending to weigh the idea. “I wouldn’t want to intrude,” I said, glancing at Nikita. “You two could take my car, and I’ll arrange another ride for myself.”

“Nonsense,” Amit insisted, dismissing my concerns. “The more the merrier.”

Nikita remained silent, her gaze fixed on her plate, a visible tension radiating from her. She seemed both nervous and excited at the same time.

“Alright,” I said, adopting a casual tone. “I’d enjoy that.”

The car ride to the temple was silent. Amit, usually happy, was quiet. Nikita was even quieter, staring out the window. I looked at them, wondering what they were thinking and why they weren’t talking.

The temple was a calm, quiet place in the hills. We walked around the old buildings, only hearing the priests chanting. Nikita seemed to relax a little in the peaceful place.

During our visit, I made sure to create opportunities for subtle contact with Nikita. A brush of my hand against hers, a lingering glance, a whispered comment that only she could hear. Each interaction was a carefully calculated move designed to keep the tension simmering.

When it was time to leave the temple, Amit said we should eat at a restaurant close by. I said yes because I wanted to spend more time with Nikita.

Lunch was awkward. Amit, not noticing anything, talked about his honeymoon plans. Nikita stayed quiet, looking back and forth between Amit and me. She seemed to be having an inner conflict.

Back at the hotel, we moved back to our rooms to freshen up. After I washed myself up, I texted Nikita, “Everything alright? Did you get the chance to consider my offer?”

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed. It was Nikita. She texted, “Yes, everything is fine. I’m still thinking about your offer. It’s a big decision. I need to talk to Amit about it.”

“Take your time,” I replied. “But don’t let a golden opportunity slip away.”

Around 8 PM, I went to the banquet hall to enjoy the evening. Live music filled the room, a pleasant backdrop. I had made my offer, and I wasn’t going to push them. They were on their honeymoon, after all.

Over the past two days, I’d gotten to know them quite well. We’d developed a comfortable relationship, and they’d begun to trust me. I was interested to see how they’d respond to my offer.

I was confident they’d approach me if they were interested. I settled into a comfortable chair, ordered a scotch, and enjoyed the performance.

To be continued…

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