Chapter 2

Radhika stood at the threshold of her home, her hand on the doorknob, ready to step out into the crisp morning air. The doorbell rang, startling her from her thoughts. She hesitated, then opened the door to find Amir standing there, his expression a mix of defiance and anticipation.

“Amir? What are you doing here so early?” Radhika asked, trying to mask her unease with a polite smile.

“I need to talk to you, Radhika,” Amir replied, his voice firm as he stepped past her into the house. “I saw something and would like to talk to you about it.”

Radhika’s brow furrowed, her confusion evident as she stepped aside to let Amir in. “Amir, this is quite unusual. What’s on your mind?” she inquired, her tone cautious yet inviting.

She led him into the living room, where they both sat down. Radhika folded her hands in her lap, waiting patiently for Amir to speak, her curiosity piqued by his unexpected visit and the gravity of his demeanor.

Amir looked around, cleared his throat, and nervously spoke,” I saw you and my father last evening.”

Amir watched Radhika’s face, her expression shifting from shock to denial. “You can’t be serious,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “There is nothing to see between your father and me.”

“Save it, Radhika,” Amir retorted, his voice cold. “I saw you both last evening. Through the window. You were ... intimate.”

Radhika’s eyes widened, her denial faltering. “Amir, that’s not—”

“Don’t lie to me,” Amir cut her off, his tone sharp. “I saw everything.”

“Amir, you didn’t see anything,” she said, her voice firming. “You’re just trying to manipulate me.”

Amir leaned closer, his eyes narrowing. “Really? Because I remember it clearly. The way you looked at him, the way he touched you. It was unmistakable.” Amir smirked, his confidence unshaken.

Radhika’s heart sank. She didn’t know Amir was bluffing, the threat was real. She had to find a way to protect herself and her secret, but how?

“Amir, please,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “This isn’t you. You’re better than this.”

Amir stood up, his expression hardening. “I’m done talking. You have a choice to make, Radhika. Help me, or face the consequences. I’ll be back in an hour”

Radhika blinked, confused. “Help you out? How?”

Amir leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m still a virgin, Radhika. And I want you to change that.”

Radhika stepped back, her face flushing with shock and indignation. “Amir, you can’t be serious! This is insane!”

“Is it?” Amir countered, his gaze unflinching. “Or is it just convenient for you to keep me quiet? Think about it, Radhika. You get what you want, and I get what I want.”

Radhika shook her head, her voice trembling with anger. “This isn’t how it works, Amir. You can’t just blackmail me into—”

He turned and left before she could finish her sentence, leaving Radhika alone with her thoughts. She knew she was trapped, her fate hanging in the balance. And as the door closed behind Amir, she felt the weight of her secret crush down on her, heavier than ever before.

Amir returned exactly an hour later, his presence a stark reminder of the ultimatum he had laid out. Radhika had spent the time pacing her room, her thoughts a chaotic mess of fear, regret, and desperate calculations. She opened the door to find Amir leaning against the frame, his expression a mix of impatience and smug satisfaction.

“Have you made your decision, Radhika?” he asked, stepping into the house without waiting for an invitation.

Radhika closed the door, her back against it as if seeking support. “Amir, I can’t do this. It’s wrong, and you know it.”

Amir turned to face her, his eyes cold. “Wrong? Maybe. But it’s the only way you’re getting out of this mess without everyone finding out about you and my dad.”

Amir studied her for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “Alright, Radhika. Let’s see what you’ve got. But remember, this is our last chance. If this doesn’t work, we’re both done for.”

Radhika nodded, her mind racing with plans and possibilities. She knew the road ahead was fraught with danger and deceit, but for now, she had bought herself some time. Time to try and fix the unfixable, to salvage what was left of her dignity and her relationships.

Radhika swallowed hard, her mind racing for a way out of this awkward confrontation. “Amir, what if I never get together with your father again, I will never be alone with him ... ever. We will forget about what happened, it was just one moment of weakness in more than a decade of friendship between our families”

Amir chuckled a bitter sound. “You think that’s going to solve everything? Make our problems disappear?”

“It’s a start,” Radhika insisted, her voice growing stronger. “A way to make amends, to show that our intentions are good, even if our actions weren’t.”

“Save it,” Amir said, his tone cold. “I know what I saw. What’s done cannot be undone. But here’s the thing, I won’t tell anyone if you help me out.”

“Why not?” Amir interrupted, his voice rising. “You and my dad, you didn’t think about consequences, did you? You just acted on impulse. Well, now it’s my turn.”

Radhika felt trapped, her mind torn between fear and desperation. She knew she had to handle this carefully, but the thought of giving in to Amir’s demands made her sick to her stomach.

“Amir, please, let’s just forget this ever happened,” Radhika pleaded, her voice cracking.

Amir smiled, a cruel twist of his lips. “Too late for that, Radhika. Now final chance, are you going to help me or not?”

Radhika hesitated, her resolve weakening under Amir’s relentless pressure. She knew she was playing with fire, but the alternative—exposing her affair with Naveed—was too dangerous.

“Fine,” Radhika whispered, her voice barely audible. “But this stays between us, Amir. Do you understand?”

Amir nodded, his expression smug. “Perfect. Let’s go to your room.”

Radhika led the way, her steps heavy with resignation. She stopped in front of her bedroom door, her hand trembling as she pushed it open. Inside, the room was bathed in soft morning light, casting long shadows across the floor.

Amir followed her in, closing the door behind him. He turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire. “Now, show me what you’ve got, Radhika.”

Radhika took a deep breath, her hands shaking as she reached for Amir’s shirt. She unbuttoned it slowly, her fingers brushing against his skin. Amir watched her as she removed his shirt, his expression a mix of excitement and disbelief.

As the shirt fell away, Radhika moved her hands to his belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle. Amir groaned, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly. “Hurry up, Radhika,” he breathed, his voice thick with urgency.

Radhika worked quickly, her hands moving over his body with practiced ease. She knelt before him, her eyes fixed on his growing erection straining against his boxers. With a trembling hand, she reached out lower his boxers as his uncut cock jumped in her face, she moved her hand, her fingers encircling him.

Amir gasped, his hands threading through her hair. “That’s it, Radhika. Take me in your mouth.”

Radhika hesitated, her stomach churning with disgust and fear. But she knew she had no choice. She leaned forward, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth.

Amir groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. “Oh, fuck, Radhika, this is insane,” he muttered, his hands gripping her head tightly.

Radhika took control, her lips sealed around Amir’s circumcised cock, her tongue dancing expertly along the sensitive underside. She bobbed her head, her throat muscles expanding to swallow him deeper with each thrust. Amir’s moans escalated, his hands gripping the sheets as Radhika’s skilled mouth worked him relentlessly.

“Oh, God, Radhika,” Amir gasped, his body arching as she quickened her pace, her lips sliding frictionlessly over his shaft. With a muffled groan, he erupted, his seed filling her mouth as she swallowed every drop, her suction unrelenting.

Radhika continued to suck, her tongue teasing the tip, coaxing another response from him. Amir shuddered, his cock hardening once more under her ministrations, his breaths coming in sharp gasps. “Fuck, you’re incredible,” he breathed, his voice thick with renewed desire.