The phone wouldn't stop ringing.
Ira groaned
Her grip tightened slightly before she forced the thought away.
The phone kept ringing.
"Ugh," she muttered, finally reaching for it."Mom?"
"Ira! Finally," her mother's voice came through, unusually bright. "Where are you? I've been calling you since morning."
Ira answered."I just woke up… what happened?"
"I need you to come home today," her mother said, excitement barely contained. "There's someone I want you to meet."
Ira frowned."Someone?"
A pause. Then—
"My husband."
The word sat heavy in the air.
"I… what?" Ira blinked, trying to process it. "Since when—"
"We'll talk when you get here," her mother cut in gently. "Please, Ira. It's important."
The call ended before Ira could argue.
An hour later, she stood outside the house she hadn't visited in months.
Everything felt the same.
And yet—completely different.
Her fingers hovered near the doorbell before she finally pressed it.
The door opened almost instantly.
Her mother pulled her into a quick hug, warmth and unfamiliar happiness radiating from her."I missed you."
Ira forced a small smile."Yeah… me too."
"Come in," her mother said, stepping aside. "I want you to meet him."
Something in her tone made Ira's chest tighten.
She stepped inside.
And then—
She saw him.
Vihaan.
For a second, the world didn't make sense.
He stood there, calm as ever, like he belonged—like he hadn't fucked his last night.
By the thought of night and morning her pussy get wets
Ira froze.
Her breath caught somewhere between disbelief and something far more dangerous.
Vihaan's expression changed the moment he saw her.
Not shock.
Not confusion.
Recognition.
He gets hard by the last night and morning.
"Ira," her mother said softly, unaware of the storm unfolding in silence, "this is Vihaan."
A beat.
"My husband."
The word hit harder this time.
Ira's pulse roared in her ears.
Vihaan stepped forward slowly, his gaze never leaving hers.
Too steady. Too knowing.
"Nice to meet you," he said.
But there was nothing new about it.
Not the way his voice dropped slightly.Not the way his eyes lingered a second too long.
Ira swallowed.
This wasn't happening.
It couldn't be.
"Have we met before?" her mother asked lightly, glancing between them.
Silence.
Heavy. Dangerous.
Vihaan tilted his head just slightly, a faint trace of something unreadable crossing his face.
"Not officially," he said.
Ira's fingers curled into her palm.
Her mind flashed back—
The Cock.
The thickness and hard as rock
His voice close to her ear.
And now—
He was standing in her home.
Looking at her like he knew exactly what she was thinking.
"Ira?" her mother's voice broke through.
She forced herself to breathe.
To speak.
"No," she said quietly.
Her eyes met his again.
"We haven't."
But the way Vihaan's lips curved—just barely—
Said he knew the truth.