As Shalini and Malika returned to their cabin, they slipped back into their inner garments and settled in, chatting softly. The train was just minutes away from reaching the village station.
Shalini glanced down at herself. Her sleeveless white kurti, still damp and completely transparent, left little to the imagination. Her breasts were clearly visible beneath the thin fabric, nipples hard and dark against her skin. She blushed and looked at Malika, unsure.
But Malika had already changed—into a soft, flowing saree. Her deep-neck, sleeveless blouse was sheer enough to show her own full breasts, nipples pressing against the fabric like they were meant to be seen.
Malika caught Shalini's eye and gave her a subtle smirk, then nodded gently toward the sleeping figure of Avi.
Shalini leaned in and touched his shoulder. "Avi," she whispered.
He stirred, rubbing his eyes groggily. "Did we reach?"
"Almost," Malika replied with a calm smile. "We're about to arrive."
Avi yawned, reached into his bag for a water bottle, and took a few sips. Shalini sat beside him, letting her cardigan slip off her shoulders. It barely covered her chest, but neither Malika nor Shalini seemed to care.
The three of them talked idly until the train slowed and finally pulled into the station.
Shalini turned to Malika and whispered, "You and Avi go ahead. I'll use the toilet real quick and join you."
Malika nodded. She and Avi grabbed their bags and stepped down onto the platform. They waited near the edge of the station while the last few passengers filed off.
Shalini, meanwhile, stood in the tiny train toilet, fixing her hair. A thought crept into her mind.
Why wait till tomorrow?
She smiled to herself, then walked straight to the boys' cabin.
Ravi and Prayush were standing, bags in hand, ready to disembark. Their faces lit up with surprise when they saw her.
Shalini gave a mischievous smile and stepped in, lowering her voice.
"Follow us quietly. Book a room in the same hotel. Avi shouldn't find out. But tonight…" — she paused — "let's just rest. Tomorrow night, we'll play."
The boys nodded quickly, eyes wide, breath caught somewhere between hope and disbelief.
Without another word, Shalini turned and walked away. They followed a moment later.
Outside, she rejoined Malika and Avi just as a taxi pulled up. The three climbed in. On the ride, Shalini leaned toward Malika and murmured, "I told them to come."
Malika raised an eyebrow but gave a faint smile. "Not tonight. I'm exhausted. Let's settle in first. Tomorrow night… then we play."
Shalini grinned. "Fair."
The taxi rattled along the dusty village road, finally stopping in front of a quiet hotel tucked behind tall palm trees.
They entered the reception. Malika and Avi checked in first, then walked toward the staircase as the lift was broken. Shalini stayed back to collect the bill and key.
Just as she was finishing, Ravi and Prayush stepped in behind her, coming to the counter to book their room.
Shalini didn't look at them, but when they stood beside her, she leaned slightly and whispered just loud enough for both to hear.
"Malika said we'd all play tomorrow night. But I've changed my mind."
Pause. Her voice dropped lower.
"Book the room opposite mine—301. Tonight, I'm only yours. I'll come to your room in two hours. Midnight. Be ready."
Ravi's throat dried. Prayush's knees almost buckled. They both nodded—blushing, breathless, stunned.
Shalini took the receipt, turned, and walked toward the staircase.
She didn't look back.
As Shalini reached the third-floor hallway, she saw them already waiting—Malika and Avi—standing outside their room, 302, just across from hers.
Shalini approached with a warm smile and handed Malika the hotel bill and keys. Malika took them with a nod and a sleepy smirk.
"Room right across," Malika said, voice low, eyes catching Shalini's briefly. "Don't make too much noise tomorrow."
"Only if you don't," Shalini whispered back with a wink.
Malika chuckled and turned toward her door. "Goodnight."
Avi chimed in as he turned to Shalini, "Goodnight, Aunty… and mom, please open fast, I'm super sleepy."
Shalini laughed softly. "Okay, okay—coming, beta."
She unlocked the door to Room 301 and stepped aside. Avi rushed in immediately, tossing his bag on the floor and heading straight to the bathroom to freshen up.
Shalini followed him in and quietly closed the door behind her.
The room was modest but clean—twin beds, a sofa, a ceiling fan turning lazily overhead. She grabbed the water bottle from the table, sat on the sofa, and drank slowly, her throat dry from the travel—and anticipation.
Avi came out of the bathroom rubbing his eyes. "Mom, I'm going to sleep. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, baby," Shalini said gently, watching as he walked into the bedroom and flopped onto the bed.
He was out in less than five minutes, the sleeping pill from earlier still gently doing its work.
Shalini stood slowly, stretching her arms above her head, her joints popping lightly from the long day. She picked up her outfit—a sleeveless, skin-tight, semi-sheer black maxi—and walked into the attached bathroom.
The cold water on her face felt electric. She freshened up quickly, slipped into the body-hugging dress, and glanced at herself in the mirror.
The maxi was thin and clung to her curves like a second skin. Her nipples pressed boldly against the fabric, her bare hips visible in the low light, and the cut of the fabric followed every curve from her bust to her thighs. She didn't wear a bra. Or panties.
Exactly how she wanted it.
She walked back into the bedroom and paused at Avi's bed. He was curled on his side, breathing slow and deep.
She smiled softly and leaned down to brush a strand of hair from his forehead.
Then she grabbed her phone, glanced at the time—11:58 PM—and silently opened the door.
The hallway was quiet.
She stepped out and closed the door behind her with a soft click, then turned toward Room 302.
Her heels made no sound on the floor as she walked to the room directly opposite—Room 303.
She raised her hand and knocked once.
Then again.
A few seconds passed.
The door opened.
Ravi and Prayush stood inside, both bare-chested, eyes wide, breath caught in their throats.
And then—they saw her.
Their jaws slackened.
Shalini stood in front of them in that jet-black maxi—thin, sleeveless, clinging to every curve. Her nipples were hard, visible. Her waist looked impossibly tight. Her thighs full. Her skin practically glowing.
And the look in her eyes?
Fire. Control. Hunger.
She smiled slowly, wickedly.
"Well?" she said, voice like silk. "Aren't you going to let me in?"
The boys parted without a word, stepping aside like servants before their queen.
And Shalini stepped inside—locking the door behind her.