Shalini stepped out of the taxi with Avi, heart pounding, her palms damp with sweat. The morning sun was already high, flooding the station with harsh light, highlighting every inch of her transparent kurti and the teasing outlines of her bra underneath. The leggings clung like paint to her thighs, and she could feel the narrow strip of her thong biting between her cheeks with every step.
Avi trotted beside her, completely oblivious, his face buried in his phone as they crossed toward platform 4. Shalini gripped the edges of her long cardigan, trying to keep it closed, but a sudden gust of wind whipped it up from behind, sending it fluttering like a banner. For a split second, the thin cloth parted wide enough to bare her entire backside to the people waiting nearby.
She froze, cheeks burning, her breath caught in her throat. Several men on the platform turned, eyes locked on the forbidden glimpse of her peach-shaped mound outlined through the thong, framed perfectly by the sheer leggings.
A lady across the platform gasped softly, staring wide-eyed at Shalini's half-revealed body before quickly turning away.
Shalini's legs nearly gave out from under her as she yanked the cardigan back into place, mortified, her heart hammering so hard it made her chest ache. Oh god, they saw… they all saw me…
But a quick glance at Avi reassured her — he was still glued to his phone, not having noticed a thing.
She let out a ragged sigh, trying to steady her breathing, forcing herself to stand upright and act normal. You're a grown woman, she scolded herself. You chose to wear this. Own it.
A minute later, a familiar voice called from behind.
"Shalu!"
Shalini turned, relief flooding her at the sight of Malika walking confidently down the platform. Malika looked just as sinful — her yoga pants practically second-skin, hugging every curve, the outline of her flower on full display. Her white sleeveless kurti was transparent enough that the dark discs of her nipples were clearly visible, though she had a dupatta loosely thrown around her neck as a half-hearted cover.
Shalini's mouth went dry.
Malika reached them, flashing a warm, almost teasing smile. She leaned down and kissed Shalini's forehead, then moved to Avi, ruffling his hair and placing a light kiss on his temple like a second mother.
"Come on," Malika told them, "let's get to our cabin before some nobody tries to steal it."
Shalini nodded mutely, still reeling from the exposure just moments before.
The three of them began walking toward their reserved compartment. Avi went ahead, unbothered, striding confidently with his phone still in hand. But behind him, heads turned. Dozens of eyes drank in the shocking sight of two beautiful women, their sinful bodies barely concealed by see-through fabrics. Shalini felt each stare like a physical caress, making her nipples stand up under her bra, while her thong grew stickier by the second against her folds.
One man openly adjusted his crotch, shamelessly ogling her. Another bit his lip and whispered something filthy to his friend, who only laughed, eyes glued to the sway of her hips.
Shalini swallowed down a heady cocktail of fear and desire, cheeks bright red, thighs brushing wetly together as she hurried to catch up with Avi.
Inside their private cabin, Avi sat down, breathing out a content sigh, finally putting away his phone. Malika closed the door behind them and quickly turned the lock.
"Sit, Shalu," Malika said with a mischievous spark in her eyes.
Shalini obeyed, sliding onto the seat next to her. Avi leaned back against the window, yawning. Malika handed him a juice bottle with a casual smile.
"Here, beta," she said sweetly, "have this. You'll feel fresh."
Avi gratefully took it, drinking it down in big gulps.
Minutes later, the train whistle blew, and they began moving. Avi shifted in his seat, curling onto his side, head resting on his folded arms. Within moments, he was breathing deeply, fast asleep, thanks to the pill hidden in the juice.
Shalini watched him with a puzzled frown.
"Malika," she whispered, "why did you give him juice right now? He's so sleepy already."
Malika smiled slyly, eyes sharp as knives. "Oh, my sweet Shalu. You're acting so innocent. You know I treat Avi like my own son, don't you? And I would never let my son watch what we are about to do — I told you, right, I'd handle it?"
Shalini's face went pale, then hot again. "W-what do you mean? What are you planning?"
Malika reached out, slowly undoing one of Shalini's cardigan buttons with practiced fingers, savoring each pop of the cloth.
"He won't wake up," Malika whispered softly, voice tinged with wickedness. "The doctor gave me the right dosage. He'll sleep five or six hours, at least."
As if on cue, Avi let out a quiet snore, oblivious to everything.
Shalini swallowed, her hands nervously fiddling with the rest of her cardigan.
"Malika, why do I have to —"
"Shalu," Malika interrupted gently, cupping her cheek, "I love you like a sister, but I know what burns in you. Stop pretending, hmm? Take it off for me. I want to see my goddess fully. Now."
The way Malika said it made something snap inside Shalini. Trust, submission, excitement — it all tangled together. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned the rest of the cardigan and laid it across her seat, exposing her near-naked body in the transparent kurti.
Malika leaned closer, eyes devouring every inch of her. "Bra off. Thong too. Give them to me."
Shalini hesitated for a moment, shame flooding her, but Malika's hungry gaze made her nipples harden even more, a throbbing ache growing between her thighs.
With a soft whimper, she obeyed, slipping the flimsy bra off her shoulders. Her breasts bounced free, nipples dark, swollen, painfully stiff in the open air. She paused, looking at Avi's sleeping form for reassurance.
Then, slowly, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and tugged it down her legs, exposing her peach completely to Malika's gaze. A fresh wave of arousal dripped down her inner thighs, shining in the sunlight sneaking through the cabin window.
Malika took the discarded bra and thong from Shalini's shaking hands. She lifted them to her face, inhaling deeply, her eyelids fluttering closed.
"So warm," she murmured, then drew the thong's string close to her lips, running her tongue along the spot that had been buried between Shalini's folds.
Shalini gasped, covering her mouth to muffle the tiny cry that broke free.
Malika looked up with a devilish grin, her tongue still tasting the wetness clinging to the thong's delicate threads.
"You taste like a goddess, Shalu," she whispered, her voice dripping with heat.
Shalini's knees nearly buckled, the train's gentle rocking only adding to the dizzying arousal making her limbs tremble.
Malika leaned in, brushing her lips over Shalini's bare shoulder, letting their skin make contact in a feather-light, teasing dance. Shalini shivered, goosebumps rising on every inch of her exposed body.
"From now," Malika promised in a husky tone, "you belong to me until we reach the village."
Shalini looked at her, wide-eyed, overwhelmed, but unable to deny the growing, dangerous excitement twisting through every nerve.
She nodded slowly.
Malika smiled, victorious, then folded the still-warm bra and thong, slipping them carefully into her own travel bag like precious trophies.
"Good girl," she praised, stroking Shalini's cheek. "Now, let me enjoy you on this journey."
As the train picked up speed, leaving the city behind, Shalini felt herself swept into a hidden world, both terrifying and impossibly thrilling, with Malika as her fearless guide.
Malika studied Shalini with a slow, smoldering look, letting her eyes roam over every inch of her trembling, exposed body. Shalini stood in front of her, breathing fast, arms wrapped awkwardly around her own chest as if to shield herself, but there was nowhere to hide.
"Don't cover yourself," Malika commanded, her voice low and dangerous. "I told you, you belong to me until we reach the village."
Shalini lowered her hands, cheeks on fire, her dark nipples stiff and aching from the cool air and Malika's scorching gaze.
"Good," Malika praised with a wolfish grin. "Now, put that kurti back on — no bra."
Shalini's eyes widened, and her mouth went dry. "No bra? Malika…"
Malika simply raised an eyebrow, challenging her.
Shalini swallowed, then obeyed, picking up the flimsy transparent kurti. The soft fabric clung instantly to her bare skin, leaving her dark nipples in full view, making her look even more obscene than if she'd stayed completely nude.
"Now the leggings," Malika continued smoothly. "But no thong."
Shalini hesitated, the heat between her thighs pooling with each moment. Then, with a shaky breath, she pulled on her transparent leggings, feeling the thin material slip over her peach, hugging every curve without an inch of coverage. Her folds showed through clearly, the outline of her slit pressed right up against the cloth, nothing left to the imagination.
Malika's eyes burned. "Turn around."
Shalini obeyed, turning her back to her friend, her hair falling down her shoulders in a dark wave.
In a heartbeat, Malika reached out and grabbed both her cheeks in a greedy, possessive squeeze. Shalini gasped at the sudden contact, hips jerking forward, her breath catching.
"You've been showing this off all morning, haven't you?" Malika growled softly, digging her nails into the thinly covered skin. "Look how perfect it is."
Without warning, Malika brought her palm down in a hard, stinging slap.
SMACK!
Shalini yelped, a strangled cry bursting out of her throat, her knees wobbling. A sting bloomed across her skin, sharp and bright, followed by a deep, pulsing ache.
Malika leaned close, lips brushing Shalini's ear. "Count for me."
Shalini whimpered. "O-one…"
Malika's hand came down again, harder.
SMACK!
"Two!" Shalini gasped, tears springing to her eyes from the shock of pain mixing with the unbearable throbbing of desire.
Malika paused, stroking over the reddening skin with a gentler touch, then squeezed again, making Shalini moan.
"Last one," Malika teased, and then slammed her palm down one final time.
SMACK!
"Three!" Shalini cried out, her voice breaking with a desperate, twisted pleasure she hadn't known she could feel.
The handprints burned across her peach, a mark of ownership that left her legs trembling, her clit throbbing through the leggings so hard it almost hurt.
Malika hummed softly, running her fingers over the red marks, then slowly lowered her head.
"Stay still," she ordered, voice a sinful purr.
Shalini tried, but her legs kept shaking as Malika leaned in, pressing her nose right against the thin cloth stretched across Shalini's swollen folds. Malika inhaled deeply, letting the heat and scent of Shalini fill her lungs, eyes fluttering shut in a haze of raw desire.
"Mmm, you smell so good," Malika sighed, sending a rush of warm breath through the sheer leggings straight to Shalini's pulsing flesh.
Shalini whimpered again, half in shame, half in blazing lust, as Malika began to trace her tongue along the fabric, drawing a line from the top of her slit down to the tender spot just above her opening.
The sensation was overwhelming — the cloth was so thin it felt like nothing, every flick of Malika's tongue hitting Shalini's nerves directly, making her knees threaten to buckle.
Malika licked again, slower, letting her tongue circle the spot where Shalini was dripping against the leggings. The taste of warm arousal soaked right through, and Malika groaned in delight, pushing her tongue even harder against it, trying to get more.
Shalini moaned brokenly, biting her knuckles to keep from screaming, the pleasure a razor-sharp, uncontrollable wave that made her hips grind forward.
Malika chuckled darkly, sliding her hands around Shalini's waist to hold her steady, then kept licking in long, slow strokes.
"You're dripping through these already," Malika teased between licks, "I could drink you right now."
Shalini's eyes fluttered shut, tears streaking down her cheeks from the intensity. She was barely holding herself up, lost in the haze of painful slaps that still tingled across her backside, mixed with the wet, sinful heat of Malika's mouth.
Malika kept tasting her, lips brushing, tongue teasing, sometimes even giving a playful nip through the cloth.
"Stay strong," Malika whispered, grinning against her skin. "We have a long journey ahead, my Shalu."
Malika's tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles over the thin, drenched fabric, savoring every slick spot, every trembling moan from Shalini. Then, with a quick grin, she drew back, her fingers replacing her tongue, pressing hard against Shalini's soaked slit through the cloth, teasing her swollen folds.
"Spread your legs wider," Malika ordered, voice a low growl.
Shalini obeyed, her thighs trembling, a deep flush spreading all the way to her ears. Malika's hand moved smoothly, two fingers sliding along the fabric, then pushing inward with firm, relentless pressure. Shalini choked out a cry, the fabric stretching painfully around Malika's fingers as they drove into her tight, desperate heat.
Malika pumped her fingers roughly, setting a savage rhythm, every push brushing the sensitive spot deep inside. Shalini's body jolted with each thrust, her knees knocking together as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her.
Malika grinned wickedly, then crack! — her free hand landed a harsh slap right on Shalini's swollen, red peach.
"AHH!" Shalini cried out, her walls clenching around Malika's fingers, eyes rolling back in her head as the shock of pain made her pleasure spike.
Malika's fingers moved faster, relentless, while she smacked Shalini again, and again. The sounds echoed off the cabin walls, the wet squelch of her fingers mixing with the raw sting of skin meeting skin.
"Cum for me, Shalu," Malika growled. "Let it all go."
Shalini had no strength to resist. Her body tensed, her thighs trembling violently, a scream ripped straight from her lungs as the orgasm crashed through her.
"Malikaa!" she wailed, clamping down hard on those plunging fingers as the pleasure tore through her, leaving her boneless and gasping, tears of release streaming down her cheeks.
Malika chuckled darkly, pulling her soaked fingers free, licking them one by one with obscene delight.
"Good girl," she purred.
But she wasn't finished. She pushed Shalini forward, guiding her down onto her elbows on the cushioned seat, so her peachy ass arched up, round and perfect, framed by the clingy transparent leggings.
"Stay like that," Malika commanded.
Shalini was lost in a daze, obeying instantly, breathing ragged.
Malika's eyes gleamed as she leaned down and used her nails to carefully tear a small hole in the leggings, right above Shalini's quivering entrance. The cool air made Shalini gasp as the fresh, swollen lips of her peach peeked through.
Malika wasted no time — she grabbed both of Shalini's cheeks in a firm grip, spreading them wide, exposing every hidden, vulnerable place.
"You're so beautiful here, Shalu," Malika murmured, voice low and hot, her breath tickling Shalini's bare, aching skin.
Then she dove in, tongue first, sliding the wet, hot muscle from the top of Shalini's slit all the way down, savoring the flood of juices spilling out from the fresh orgasm.
Shalini sobbed, her forehead pressing into the seat cushion, helpless. The train's gentle rocking only made everything more intense, every lick and flick sending bolts of raw, dizzying heat through her bones.
Malika teased around Shalini's opening, then moved her tongue lower, letting it circle right around the tender rim of her puckered back hole, tasting the sweat and heat there.
Shalini moaned brokenly, louder than before, no longer caring if someone heard, no longer remembering where she was or who might be near.
Malika sucked the tender skin, then licked a hot stripe straight across the sensitive center, savoring the slight musk mixed with the sweetness of Shalini's earlier release.
"Malika!" Shalini wailed, hips jerking, unable to stop the pleasure tearing through her.
Malika chuckled against her skin, then parted her cheeks even wider, pushing her tongue in deeper, massaging the rim until Shalini was trembling so hard her elbows nearly gave out.
Every flick of that hot, relentless tongue made Shalini's mind go blank. Her nails dug into the seat, her mouth hung open, gasping, her body a complete puppet to Malika's will.
"Say you love this," Malika demanded in a husky voice.
"I…I love it!" Shalini choked out, voice cracking, tears streaming down her cheeks from the raw overstimulation.
Malika rewarded her with another deep push of her tongue, swirling in tiny circles around that delicate rim, then sliding down to suck Shalini's clit through the torn fabric, not stopping until Shalini was sobbing from a second, shattering climax that left her body limp, quivering, and utterly used.
Malika finally drew back, lips glistening, smiling with a savage hunger.
"Remember," she whispered into Shalini's ear, "this is only the beginning. The village will show you more than you ever dreamed of."
Shalini could only collapse against the seat, breathing in ragged, shallow gasps, her mind a fog of pleasure and shock.
And far down the train, unseen, Ravi and Prayush stirred in their own cabin, feeling that today's journey might hold far more secrets than they had ever imagined.