The cab crept forward through the heavy festival traffic. Horns sounded in the distance. Dust floated past the darkened windows.
Inside the sealed back seat, the air felt thick and warm.
Malika's hand moved higher along Shalini's thigh, fingers sliding over the soft black fabric of her leggings in slow, deliberate strokes. There was no rush in her touch—only quiet confidence.
"You're still tense," Malika murmured against her ear. "Let me take care of that."
Shalini's breath caught. Her thighs parted slightly on instinct. The tension that had been sitting in her shoulders since morning began to loosen under Malika's hands.
Malika leaned in and kissed the side of her neck—slow, open-mouthed, lingering. Her lips travelled higher, along the curve of Shalini's jaw, until her nose brushed the soft hollow of her underarm.
"Lift," she whispered.
Shalini raised her arm and rested it behind her head, exposing the damp crease of her armpit.
Malika pressed her face into it and inhaled deeply.
A soft, satisfied sound left her throat.
"You always smell like this after a long night," she said quietly. "Warm. Salty. Perfect."
Then her tongue dragged slowly through the soft hollow—one long, thorough stroke. She licked again, slower this time, tasting the thin film of sweat that still clung to Shalini's skin. She kissed the spot, then suckled gently, moaning low against her.
Shalini's eyes fluttered shut. A quiet tremor ran through her body.
Up front, Avi shifted in his seat.
He hadn't planned to look back. But the silence behind the partition felt different somehow—too still, too charged. He turned slightly, pretending to check the side mirror, and his eyes caught a narrow gap near the strap of Malika's hanging purse.
What he saw stopped his breath.
Malika was leaned over his mother.
Shalini's leggings were pulled down to her knees.
Bare thighs. Soft skin. Malika's hand moving between them.
Avi's head snapped forward so fast his neck hurt.
His heart slammed against his ribs.
*What the fuck did I just see?*
He stared straight ahead, phone clutched tightly in both hands. His palms were already damp. The image burned behind his eyes—his mother's bare thighs, Malika's body pressed close, the way the black fabric had been pushed down.
*Maybe I imagined it. Maybe they were fixing something. Maybe—*
But the sunshades were down.
The partition was closed.
The bags were deliberately blocking the glass.
Nothing about it looked innocent.
His stomach twisted. At the same time, something low and unwanted stirred in his groin. He bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste blood and forced his eyes to stay on the road.
Behind the partition, Malika had pushed Shalini's kurti up to her waist. She pulled one side of the bra down and took the bare nipple into her mouth, sucking slowly, circling it with her tongue, grazing it with her teeth.
"You've been wet since we left the hotel, haven't you?" she whispered against the soft skin.
Shalini only nodded, lips pressed tightly together.
Malika's hand slid lower, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of the leggings and easing them the rest of the way down. Cool air touched Shalini's bare skin. Malika's fingertips traced the damp heat between her legs without entering yet—just stroking, teasing, spreading the wetness.
Then she leaned down and inhaled the scent directly from the source.
"You still smell like last night," she murmured. "Like everything they did to you. But underneath it… you still smell like mine."
Her tongue flicked out—soft, deliberate strokes over Shalini's clit, then lower, tasting her properly. Each lick was slow and wet. Shalini's hips twitched. A muffled sound escaped against the palm she had pressed over her own mouth.
"Quiet," Malika reminded her gently. "He's right there."
She slid two fingers inside, curling them carefully, while her mouth stayed on Shalini's clit. The wet sounds were soft but unmistakable in the small space. Shalini's thighs trembled. Her breathing turned shallow and uneven.
Malika kept her on the edge—licking, sucking, fingering her in a steady rhythm that never quite pushed her over.
"Not yet," she whispered. "Stay right here for me."
Avi sat frozen in the front seat, earbuds still in but playing nothing. His mind kept replaying the single flash of bare skin he had seen. Every few seconds his eyes flicked to the rear-view mirror, then away again.
*Is this what happened on the train too?*
*Is this why she smelled like that this morning?*
*Did some part of me already know?*
The questions made him feel sick.
They also made him hard.
He hated both reactions equally.
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Elsewhere, on a quieter street not far from the hotel, Ravi and Prayush walked side by side under the late-morning sun, masks covering the lower halves of their faces.
Ravi nudged Prayush with his elbow.
"Still thinking about last night?"
Prayush gave a small shrug. "You?"
Ravi grinned behind the mask. "Obviously. Had my cock buried in that tight little ass while you were still on your knees licking her thighs. The way she clenched when I pushed in… fuck. Felt like she didn't want to let go."
He chuckled, hands in his pockets.
"She even let me lick the sweat off her back while I was fucking her. Didn't stop me once."
Prayush kept his eyes on the road. Inside, a quiet satisfaction settled in his chest.
*You think that was winning?* he thought. *She took me to the cottage this morning while you were still asleep. Six rounds. I lost count after the fourth. She let me drink her piss. Let me clean every inch of her with my tongue. Even gave me her armpits the way I asked.*
Out loud he only muttered, "Yeah, yeah. Don't brag so much."
Ravi laughed, mistaking the tone for envy.
"You got to lick her. Be happy with that."
Prayush made a face. "That's all I got. You got the real thing. I just got leftovers."
Inside, he was still glowing.
They reached Ravi's house. Prayush gave a short nod.
"Meet at ten?"
"Fairground," Ravi confirmed.
"Don't be late."
As Prayush walked away, the small, private smirk finally broke across his face. He kept it the entire way home.