Chapter 1

My name is Ravi. I’m twenty years old. I left behind my life and family in Samastipur to earn a living in Delhi. I dropped out of college after 1 year after my mother died and had to sell my family farm to pay off debts. My extended family didn’t care much about me.

I lived in East Delhi’s Sangam Vihar. It was basically a slum for domestic migrants from UP and Bihar. Many of them performed odd jobs, worked in low-paying construction jobs, and served as drivers and maids for the wealthy residents of high-rise apartments.

In this slum, Anil and Manudevi, the couple, rented me a small room above their one-story house. It was a single room, where I slept and cooked my meals. I shared a common bathroom and toilet with them.

Anil, a bald man with a pot belly, is in his mid-forties. His wife, Manudevi, is around thirty-five years old. Anil worked in the trading business. He travels a lot to Gujarat for textiles and sells them to local markets. I suspect he deals in the black market for lower prices. His wife, Jayavani, managed the household, cleaning and cooking.

I worked as a low-end salesman at the counter for a medical shop. I worked alongside Jaswant, who is forty years old. Our owner, Motilal, is a greedy person who always wanted to work long hours and paid low.

I have a secret job, which I do with Jaswant at night. This side business helps my meager income.

I’m brushing my teeth on the stairs. It’s a strange spot, but it works for me.

Outside, Manudevi is cleaning the dishes. She was sitting on a wooden stool. She was wearing a simple flower-patterned sari with a red blouse. Her sari was slightly raised up, showing her thick thighs and calves. Her blouse was tight and wet because of sweat. I could see the outline of her big, firm breasts.

She glances my way. There’s a smile on her face, one that says she knows something. I felt my cock twitch in response.

Anil stepped out of the house, wiping sweat from his forehead. He nodded at me. “Ravi, kya tum theek ho?”

I nodded back, trying to ignore the tension building inside me. “Ji, main theek hoon,” I replied, spitting foam from my mouth.

Anil turned to his wife. “Manu, main ek saptaah mein vaapas aaoonga.” She nodded.

He looked at me again. “Ravi, chhote-mote kaamon mein madad karna.”

Manu glanced up at me. Her gaze was seductive. It sent shivers down my spine. I noticed where her eyes lingered. She knew.

After Anil left, I rushed to rinse my teeth. I left for work at the medical shop. However, my mind was filled with confusion. That sultry look from Manudevi wouldn’t leave my mind.

All day, images of her curves flashed before me. It was distracting. The heat of the city only added to my discomfort.

When I returned home, I was exhausted. But the memory of her body haunted me. Each step felt heavy with desire.

I paused at the stairs and glanced through the window. There was Manudevi. She was changing her blouse, wearing only her bra. Her back was to me. I noticed how her body moved. It was hard to look away.

Then she turned. Our eyes met. A smile crossed her face. She knew I was there. Instead of hiding, she let me see her. It felt bold. It felt electric. I couldn’t help but watch.

I smiled at her. A mix of guilt and arousal stirred inside me. She slowly put on her new blouse. Each moment felt like a tease.

I couldn’t help but notice her bare midriff. The soft curves of her belly caught my eye. The valley between her breasts drew me in.

Her skin glistened. Sweat lingered there, catching the light. It made her look like she was wrapped in gold.

The noise from the neighbors startled her. Manudevi quickly grabbed a blanket and turned away from the window.

I felt a surge of panic. I dashed up the stairs to my room.

What if they saw her? What if they knew?

I closed the door behind me. It was a small moment, but it felt big. Too big. I couldn’t ignore the desire inside me for long.

That night, I lay in my room, thoughts swirling in my head. I tried to push those feelings away, but they only grew stronger.

Then, I heard the soft sound of anklets. She was coming up the stairs.

She reached the top and paused at my door. A gentle knock echoed in the silence. I took a deep breath and pretended to wake up.

I opened the door. Manudevi stood there on a blue night. It clung to her curves and her voluptuous figure. Her eyes sparkled.

She is a voluptuous woman. Her busty figure filled out a simple nightie that clung to her curves. The white nightie showed her ample breasts, which were the size of melons, and drew my attention to the deep valley between. The neckline dipped low, revealing smooth skin.

Her hourglass shape stands out—36-28-38. Hips flare dramatically. She stood barefoot in front of my door.

Her thighs are thick and soft. Dark hair cascaded around her shoulders. Full, pouty lips added to her allure. Dark, almond-shaped eyes held a mysterious depth. Her skin had a warm caramel tone.

“Ravi,” she whispered, leaning slightly closer. “Tum haal hee mein bahut mehanat kar rahe ho. Kya main kuchh madad kar sakti hoon?”

Her smile held a hint of mischief. It was clear she had something in mind. Her seductive intent made my cock throb even harder.

Her voice drew me in. I understood her meaning clearly. I nodded, words escaping me. Emotions swirled inside me like a storm.

She moved closer. I caught the scent of her jasmine perfume. It mixed with the day’s sweat. It was a strange combination.

“Tum mujhe ghoor rahe the, hai na?” she asked. Her tone was soft, almost teasing. It sent a shiver down my spine. There was no hiding my feelings now.

I pulled her inside. Our lips met in a fierce kiss. It felt electric. I tasted her lips—sweet, with a hint of spice.

My hands traced her curves. I explored her softness. A soft moan escaped her as she pressed against me. Her hands traveled over my chest, across my arms, and down my back.

Every touch ignited a fire. It was intense, raw. I couldn’t get enough.

I pressed her against the wall. My hands moved over her body. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. The warmth from her nightie was undeniable. She was ready.

I lifted her and carried her to the bed. Our lips stayed locked.

I laid her down on the bed. My body covered hers. I kissed her neck, then her collarbone, moving to her chest. I exposed her breasts, pulling the nightie down.

She arched her back, pressing against me. I took one nipple in my mouth, sucking gently. My hand massaged the other breast.

She moaned softly, her fingers tangled in my hair. The energy between us was electric. It felt intimate, real.

I kissed my way down her body. Each touch was soft, exploring every inch of her skin.

I reached her nightie. Slowly, I slid it over her head and tossed it aside.

My gaze landed on her panties. I couldn’t help but take it all in. The dark pubic hair was around the corners of her panties.

I hooked my fingers into the sides of my panties, pulling them off. Her pussy was hairy. I leaned in, inhaling her scent, then licked her from bottom to top. She bucked her hips, a low moan escaping her lips.

I finger-fucked her, my thumb circling her clit. She was so wet, so ready. I could feel her muscles clenching around my fingers, and I knew she was close. I wanted to taste her cum, so I replaced my fingers with my tongue, licking and sucking her clit until she came, her body shaking, her juices flowing into my mouth.