Hotel Sapphire
Copyright© 2026 by BhagiRath
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - An Indian couple, secretly married and working at a luxury hotel, must hide their relationship. To sell the ruse, the husband orchestrates a plan for his wife to date the hotel owner's son. This multi-chapter saga chronicles their dark journey as the audacious plan spirals into a world of ambition, sexual submission, and the slow erosion of their marriage.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Indian Erotica
Komal Narrates:
Fury. Pure, white-hot fury is all I could feel when I thought of Nutty.
And Tina too, even though I knew she wasn’t at fault ... the poor girl didn’t even know that he and I were married!
No ... this was all on Nutty, THIS WAS HIS FAULT!
My pathetic husband lacked even the most basic of self-control - who masturbates in fucking public? What happened to the man I love ... who is this low-life who has replaced him?
The difference became even more stark when I compared Nutty to the other man in my life - Rahul Oberoi.
Rahul, with his effortless confidence, his commanding presence, and the way he makes me feel like I am the most desirable woman in the world. Why couldn’t Nutty be more like Rahul?
Why can’t the man I love, my husband ... be better?
Why did Nutty become this lying, cheating, cuck of a husband who apparently easily submits to his own perversions, while expecting me to be the perfect wife.
Well ... fuck him!
I’d spent the last hour getting ready - showering, shaving and moisturizing every inch of my body until it was silky smooth. I was getting ready for Rahul - I’d decided to give myself to him, nothing held back!
That’s exactly what I told Nutty too. And yes, I wanted my words to hurt ... it WAS intended to punish him ... to make him feel the pain he’s caused me.
But then I asked myself ... couldn’t there have been other ways to convey my anger at his betrayal? Why was my first move to jump into bed with Rahul?
This is where my own latent desires had crept up on me, perhaps.
Because the undeniable fact was that being with Rahul these last few days, as his ‘girlfriend’, have been the most thrilling days of my life. And these feelings have been building since the first day I laid my eyes on him.
It had gotten to a point that, over the last few days, not a moment goes by when I don’t want Rahul to rip my clothes off and just fuck me right there.
So if I can become such a wanton slut for Rahul, shouldn’t I cut some slack for Nutty? Both of us were in extraordinary circumstances ... right?
But I always controlled myself around Rahul, always stopped myself from becoming THAT wife ... the one who sleeps around, the one who doesn’t respect her marriage or her husband.
And yes, I’ve done some questionable things with Rahul, but I always told Nutty immediately after! I didn’t go behind his back.
But what did Nutty do? He threw our marriage, and my respect for him, in the dumpster ... all for one fucking hand job!
My anger came back with a vengeance.
I was done with Nutty! I didn’t want to spend one extra second thinking about him right now.
No ... tonight was all about me ... and what ‘I’ wanted!
And what I wanted ... was Rahul.
I looked at my smooth naked body in the mirror, not a strand of hair anywhere below my eyebrows.
I put on the sluttiest negligee I owned and then wore an oversized trench coat over it, not bothering with any other clothes.
I headed to Rahul’s penthouse suite.
The elevator door opened. I knocked on Rahul’s door, my heart beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings.
Standing here, waiting for him to open the door, I felt ... liberated, happy ... and horny!
My brain was screaming at me - ‘You are a married woman! Don’t do anything you can’t take back!’.
But I ignored it all. I only had one thing on my mind.
Rahul, in classic Rahul style, opened the door dressed in just a pair of black boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination. His chest was bare and his hair still damp from a shower.
He seemed fresh and clean, and all I wanted to do, was get dirty with him.
Rahul looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and a growing smile. He was not expecting me tonight, but definitely seemed to welcome it.
If I had any doubts in my mind till now, looking at the clear outline of his gorgeous cock through his boxers removed them.
I stepped into the room, closed the door behind me and wordlessly took off my trench coat, drawing a low whistle from Rahul.
I was covered in just a black, silk negligee and thin thong panties, and nothing else. The almost transparent fabric clung to my curves, the thin straps barely holding up my breasts. Rahul’s gaze burned into me, as he took in the sight of me - barely dressed, my hardening nipples obvious under the sheer material, my exposed thighs slick with anticipation.
“Koma...”
I put my fingers to his lips, coming closer to him.
“Please don’t say anything Rahul, otherwise I’ll lose my courage.” I whispered.
He looked at me with surprise, but his smile expanded.
“Rahul ... I want you to ... take me ... how ever you want ... no rules ... not tonight!” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.
It wasn’t rehearsed ... it wasn’t planned - I just said what I wanted to say to him.
The floodgates opened.
Rahul’s hands shot out, gripping my waist with force as he yanked me into his arms. He started kissing me, his tongue meeting mine, our saliva mixing together.
My hands slid up his bare chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath my fingertips. I could feel my wetness growing.
Still locked in a kiss, Rahul started walking me backwards towards a wall, his arms still holding my waist tightly. My back hit the wall with a soft thud, but I barely noticed the impact, I was so lost in the kiss.
Suddenly he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes with an intensity I’d never seen before. Under his glare, a sudden shyness took over me. I felt my cheeks flush and I tried to look away, but Rahul gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to meet his gaze.
His eyes burned into me, and I felt a shiver of excitement run through me. He gently rubbed his thumb on my lips and I instinctively opened my mouth, letting him push it inside. My tongue started swirling around his thumb, and I felt a deep throbbing between my thighs, my pussy already wet with anticipation.
“Fuck ... I am going to enjoy every last inch of you tonight, Komal!” he growled, his voice thick with lust, as I started sucking on his thumb. I just moaned in response.
His other hand slid down by body, his fingers tracing the outline of my breasts through the sheer fabric of my negligee. I moaned again softly as he squeezed by tits, his thumb still in my mouth.
The negligee was so thin that it might as well have been nothing. Rahul’s fingers pinched my nipple through the fabric, and I gasped, my back arching off the wall. The sensation shot straight to my clit, making it throb with need. I involuntarily jerked my hips forward, my body begging for more. Rahul noticed, his lips curling into a smirk.
His hand moved towards my pussy, his fingers sliding under the thin panties I had on. I gasped as he found my wetness, his fingers gliding easily between my folds. I was already soaked, so he found no resistance as he pushed three fingers inside me. He started fucking me with his fingers, while I was sucking his thumb like it was his cock.
My hips started moving in rhythm with his fingers, my body instinctively grinding against his hand. All that pleasure building in my body resulted in my first orgasm of the night.
As I shuddered against the wall, my pussy clenching around Rahul’s fingers, he pulled his thumb away from my mouth and replaced it with his tongue. We kissed hungrily as I rode out my orgasm, my nails digging into his shoulders.
After about a minute, I came down from my high. Rahul and I were still kissing and I felt an intense need to get him inside me as soon as possible.
I pushed him to the bed, and he fell backwards on it. He moved himself to the middle of the bed, in a seated position.
I slowly took my negligee off, leaving me in just my thong panties. Rahul’s eyes widened, watching me behave like a proper slut. My breasts were jutting out proudly, my nipples hard, waiting for his touch.
Rahul was still wearing his boxer briefs, his cock straining against the fabric.
‘I need to see it!’ I decided.
I crawled onto the bed and positioned myself between his legs. Rahul was looking at me with a hungry gaze, his eyes tracing every curve of my body.
I pulled his boxers off, revealing his already hardened cock - my favorite thing in the world right now. His thick, veiny shaft and his head glistening with precum, combined with that familiar musky smell, were all making my mouth water.
I started giving him a blowjob, my head bent down, sucking on his cock earnestly, while my barely covered ass was sticking up in the air, giving him a good view of my exposed cheeks. My tits were swaying under me with every bob of my head. I could feel Rahul’s fingers in my hair, gripping it tightly, guiding me as I took more of his thick cock into my mouth.
For the next two minutes the room was filled with the sounds of my slurping and his moans. As soon as I swirled my tongue around the underside of his cockhead, which I knew for a fact that he loved, Rahul let out a loud groan. I could feel his thighs tense up, he was going to cum!
Suddenly he stopped me, pulling my head up by my hair and my mouth off his cock. I looked up in surprise, his hard cock was slick with my spit, a thread of saliva still connecting my lips to his tip.
“Fuck ... you’re getting really good at that Komal ... I almost came!” Rahul growled, his voice rough with need. “But I don’t want to come in your mouth yet ... I want to fuck you first.” he said.
Hearing him say those words, I felt a rush of heat between my thighs. I nodded and crawled up his body, my bare skin sliding over his, my nipples brushing against his chest, until I was straddling him.
Rahul’s hands were on my hips, sliding my soaking-wet, flimsy panties off my legs. I raised my legs to let him remove them and he flung them across the room.
Rahul’s fingers were now digging into my flesh, guiding me as I positioned myself over his waiting cock. I felt the head of his hard member press at the opening of my dripping pussy.
This was it.
The final boundary that I had set up for myself. The last line I had drawn in the sand to keep my marriage to Nutty intact.
After this barrier is crossed, Rahul would’ve had me in every way possible!
Physically, sexually ... Rahul would’ve claimed and used more of my body than my own husband, Nutty.
But in that moment, I didn’t care.
Because in that moment, my anger towards Nutty overruled everything, and created a narrative of justification - ‘Nutty doesn’t deserve exclusive rights to my pussy anymore. He gave that right up when he let that whore Tina touch him. Fuck him!’
That’s all the justification I needed.
I lowered myself over Rahul’s thick, hard cock, feeling it stretch me open, inch by inch. I’d been waiting for this moment, longer than I myself had even realized.
My brain was on fire. I imagined the walls of my pussy parting around him, my wet folds gripping his shaft as I took him deeper. The sensation was intoxicating, like being split open by something too big, yet my body was craving it anyway.
An involuntary groan escaped me as I took him deeper, my thighs trembling with the effort of lower myself slowly over his cock.
“Ahhh ... fuuuck” I hissed as Rahul’s cock finally bottomed out inside me, his thick length filling me completely, stretching my pussy to its absolute limit.
I gave my pussy a few seconds to get used to its new occupant, its new master! His size and his thickness. And then I started moving, grinding my hips in slow, deliberate circles.
This was the very first time in my life that I was feeling this full in my pussy. And on top of that, having to take an active role in my own fucking was making me feel like a slut, in the best way possible. Just that thought made me want to start kissing Rahul again, and I did.
With my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck for balance, I let my crotch do most of the work. In this angle, with Rahul sitting up on the bed, his hands stretched out behind to support himself, and me seated on his lap, trapping his cock inside my pussy - there was not much he could do, except enjoy the sensations as I rode him. I was in control!
And enjoying it, he was, judging by the way he groaned and how his cock throbbed inside me. I was rolling my hips in slow deliberate circles, grinding my clit against his pubic bone with every movement.
While I was determined to make Rahul cum this time, I quickly realized that I was the one who was going to lose control first. The way his cock filled me up, the way it rubbed against my inner walls with every roll of my hips - it was just too much.
The orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, making me collapse onto his chest, my legs still wrapped around his waist, my pussy clenched around his cock.
Before I could even fully recover from my mind numbing orgasm, Rahul took matters into his own hands.
His strong hands grabbed my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh as he started lifting and dropping me onto his cock with ease. He was literally making me fuck him, using me like some sort of sex toy.
I started to moan uncontrollably, my body still trembling from my previous orgasm, mere seconds ago.
“Oh ... oh ... oh ... jaanu ... go slow ... ah ... oh ... oh” I gasped, my voice raw and trembling, my nails digging into his shoulders as he made me fuck him with brutal, relentless strokes.
Unbelievably, I could feel another orgasm building already, my body still shuddering from the last one.
“Fuck ... oh ... Rahul ... ah ... what are you ... doing ... ah ... to meeee...” my voice was breaking as Rahul kept lifting and dropping my body onto his cock.
I came again, third time this night, all in quick succession of each other. I was bucking on Rahul’s cock like a wild animal, my body convulsing.
Through the blur of my own orgasm, I could feel Rahul’s cock swelling inside me, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass as he held me down on him, his cock buried to the hilt.
As Rahul came, I could feel a hot stream of his cum flooding my womb, his cock pulsing violently inside me.
I was grateful that Rahul had stopped his relentless assault on my bottom for the moment, and gave us both a chance to peacefully ride the waves of our shared orgasm.
He fell back on the bed, bringing me along with him. His chest was heaving, his cock still buried inside me and I was lying on top of him, huffing and puffing, my body covered in sweat. I could feel a wetness pouring out of my pussy, most likely my juices mixed in with his cum, dripping down my thighs.
We lay there like that for some time, catching our breaths. I was still lying on top of Rahul, and his cock was still buried deep inside me, twitching occasionally as the last waves of his orgasm rippled through him, depositing his seed deep inside my womb. Luckily I’d been on the pill for a while now, so I had nothing to worry about - not that my brain was thinking about any of that right now.
“Damn babe ... what’s gotten into you tonight?” Rahul asked in his deep, sexy voice.
“Why Mr. Oberoi ... right now, all I’ve gotten inside me is ... you” I said with a naughty smile, biting my lip.
“Tell me!” he insisted.
I hugged him tighter, grinding my hips against his, feeling his cock stiffen inside me again.
“What ... can’t a girl just want to fuck her man?” I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear as I continued grinding my hips against him, feeling his cock twitch inside me. “Speaking of ... when will you be ready again?” I asked with a naughty smile.
“Whoa ... slow down girl ... we’ve got all night!” Rahul smiled.
He’d never heard me talk like this. Hell, I’d never heard me talk like this!
“What about the whole day tomorrow too?” I asked, my voice low and teasing, my fingers tracing circles on his chest.
“Seriously? You don’t have to go to work?” Rahul asked, excitement evident in his eyes.
“I want to play hooky. I want us to not leave the bed the whole day tomorrow, if you’re up for it.” I said, looking into Rahul’s eyes.
“Fuck yes!” Rahul chuckled. “Komal Sharma, you are full of surprises tonight!”
I pounced on his lips and started kissing him.
Within a few minutes, we were at it again. This time, Rahul went on top and started fucking me, missionary style.
But nothing with Rahul stays standard. He took our missionary to another level.
He positioned me in such a way that while my head and shoulders were on the bed, my groin was easily half a foot off the mattress, my back forming a slanting bridge. My legs were spread wide, my knees bent and my feet flat on the bed. Rahul was on his knees, between my legs. His thick cock was pistoning in and out of my wet pussy at breathtakingly fast pace, making my tits bounce around all over the place. My hands were gripping Rahul’s silk sheets with all my might as his hands gripped my thighs, using them as leverage to slam into me with brutal force.
I didn’t know if this position had a name, but I thanked my stars Rahul knew it, and that I got to experience it.
Every thrust of Rahul’s cock hit a spot inside me that made my toes curl and my vision blur. Every time an orgasm hit me, my back would involuntarily arch off the bed, pushing my pussy into his thrusts even harder, and I would buck uncontrollably against him. He would pause his thrusts until I stopped shaking, and then he would start again, with renewed vigor.
He fucked me like this for several minutes and I stopped counting after cumming for the fourth time in this position. But Rahul and his cock were relentless, pounding into me like a fucking jackhammer.
Our bodies were drenched in sweat, my pussy lips were swollen from the relentless pounding. I’d lost all control and was shamelessly moaning like fucking slut. Unholy sounds escaped my mouth whenever he slammed his cock into me.
I was no longer Komal Yadav, the dutiful wife - the modest and proper wife.
No, I was a fucking slut ... Rahul’s slut!
Finally, I could feel his cock swelling inside me, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his breathing ragged. I knew he was close.
And then, suddenly, he pulled a power move. He put his thumb directly on my already over-stimulated clit and pressed down on it, hard. This made me cum almost immediately, as if a switch had been flipped. And it was so intense that my vision went black for a few seconds. At the exact same time, I could feel his cock erupting inside me, his hot cum flooding my womb in thick, powerful spurts. His body collapsed on mine and I went limp.
And for the second time tonight, we orgasmed simultaneously. I quite enjoyed the feeling of cumming at the same time as Rahul ... I couldn’t think of a more intimate way to make love.
Rahul and I slept in each other’s arms that night, his cock still inside me.
Even as the heavy dark of sleep pulled me down, I could feel him—a thick, heated anchor lodged deep in my center.
That’s when the realization hit me - Rahul’s cock hadn’t left my pussy once since it first entered me earlier tonight. He hadn’t pulled out. He didn’t need to.
Rahul’s cock was large enough, and my pussy tight enough, that even in its flaccid state, his cock wouldn’t fall out of me. It stayed nestled inside me, like a thick plug keeping me filled, claiming my pussy to be ‘his’.
When I woke up the next morning, Rahul was on his back, snoring gently, and I was next to him. Beams of sunlight were making their way through the large window shades, but it was still relatively dark in the room.
I got up and looked at his handsome face and chiseled abs on full display. His lower half was covered with a blanket. I gently took it off, not wanting to wake him up. As his cock, his thighs and legs came into view, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of desire.
A quick thought of my husband Nutty flashed through my mind, but I pushed it away.
I was still angry with him. And I still wanted to punish him. Whatever I was doing with Rahul now, all my slutty behavior ... it was because of Nitin’s actions!
‘This was on him, he deserved it!’ my angry brain decided.
I shifted my focus to the most magnificent part of Rahul’s body, the one that takes my breath away every time...
Even in sleep, Rahul’s cock was half-hard, resting against his thigh like a sleeping beast. I couldn’t resist, the sight of it made my mouth water. I slid down the bed, my body moving like liquid, my bare skin gliding over the silk sheets.
I crawled into position, between his strong legs, reached out and wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft.
Rahul was still asleep, and I didn’t want to wake him up ... just yet. I held his semi-hard cock in my hands like an ice cream cone, his foreskin hiding the swollen head. I stretched my tongue out and inserted it under the foreskin, feeling the tightness against the cock head. And then I started licking around it in circles.
Oh my god, that taste ... that familiar, musky, salty taste ... I loved it ... why did I love it so much? Why only Rahul’s?
I licked the tip of his cock, my tongue swirling around the head, tasting his saltiness. It gave me tingles in my pussy as soon as I did.
I could feel his cock twitching in my hands, becoming harder. I slowly stretched the foreskin back and looked at the pink head emerge.
I licked the precum oozing out of the slit ... I just couldn’t get enough of the taste. I opened my mouth wide and took the head of his cock between my lips, sucking gently, my tongue swirling around the sensitive underside. Rahul let out a low groan in his sleep, his hips twitching slightly. Was he dreaming of me? I sure hope so!
I took more of him into my mouth.
‘This is how I am going to wake him up!’, I decided.
I started sucking his cock with more intensity, my lips sliding down his shaft, taking him deeper into my throat. The taste of him, and the way his cock pulsed against my tongue - it was intoxicating.
I heard him groan louder, his hands moving towards my hair. Soon, he was caressing my head as I sucked him deeper, like his good little slut.
What a vision I must’ve looked. Buck naked, kneeling between Rahul’s muscular thighs, my ass in the air, tits swaying, as I bobbed my head up and down his cock.
Soon, Rahul came in my mouth and I swallowed, and sucked him dry. I got up, and licked my lips, savoring his taste, while he looked at me with fascination.
“Morning, beautiful” Rahul said, his voice still husky with sleep.
“Hi...” I whispered, my lips still glistening from his cum. I was suddenly feeling shy at my own shamelessness, but Rahul’s hungry gaze burned into me, stripping away and hesitation. I straddled him and we started making out again.
I lost all sense of time as we continued kissing, groping, humping and making love through out the day.
One of the highlights was when he took me in my ass again. I was hesitant at first, afraid of the pain. But it didn’t hurt this time at all. In fact, I actually enjoyed it a lot ... cumming thrice in a succession before he deposited his load deep into my ass.
We showered together after that, during which he ate me out, bringing me to another orgasm.
He ordered lunch, we ate, we slept, and then we were at it again. I lost count of how many times we made each other come that day, but I knew one thing for sure - I never felt so alive, and so fulfilled, ever before in my life.
Occasional, guilt-ridden thoughts of Nutty would creep in through out the day, but I’d push them away almost immediately. I reminded myself every time ‘Nutty deserved this ... he did this to himself!’.
Of course, having Rahul’s cock constantly fucking me in one of my holes at all times made it easy to forget about my husband.
“I am famished ... want me to order room service again?”, Rahul asked.
“Mmmpff...” I responded, my mouth full of his cock, sucking him off with the same enthusiasm with which I had woken him up in the morning.
It was late, darkness was creeping over the city again. The floor-to-ceiling windows in his penthouse showed the twinkling lights of the skyline. It had started raining at some point, the roads and buildings were slick and shiny.
An amusing thought entered my head as I glanced over at Rahul’s telescope, standing alone in the corner. If someone else had a telescope right now ... they’d have seen a shameless slut worshipping her lover’s cock. The thought that someone might be seeing me right now, made me even more horny.
I’d spent the whole day fucking or being fucked by Rahul. My body was sore, my pussy swollen, my ass tender from the rough pounding he’d given me earlier.
“I’m guessing that’s a yes”, he chuckled, watching me continue to bob my head up and down his cock.
With one hand in my hair, Rahul stretched the other one to grab the bedside phone and called downstairs to order room service.
I was happily continuing with the blowjob, and not really paying attention to the conversation, until the word ‘Nitin’ caught my ears.
“Oh really? Well, wish him a happy birthday from me.” Rahul said. “Tell him he and I will get a drink the next time we meet. Alright, thanks Tina!” Rahul put the phone back on the receiver.
My heart sank as the realization hit me.
It was Nutty’s birthday today, and I’d completely forgotten!
The guilt, the shame, the anger - all of it hit me at once, like a punch to the gut.
“That was Tina,” Rahul said. “They’ll have dinner sent up in fifteen minutes. Hey, by the way, did you know it was Nitin’s birthday today? Tina found him sitting alone somewhere, looking all depressed, so she’s throwing a small impromptu party to cheer him up. She wanted me to let you know, it’s happening in the staff cafeteria.”
Yes, it was his birthday ... my Nutty’s birthday! How could I have forgotten? I’d always made such a big deal about it - we’d both take the day off work and go on a date somewhere outside the city, I’d buying him something stupidly expensive that he didn’t need, spending the whole day wrapped around him like a second skin.
But today, I’d spent Nutty’s entire birthday in Rahul’s bed, acting like a shameless slut, letting Rahul fuck me in every hole, swallowing his cum, and begging for more. I’d spent my husband’s birthday being someone else’s whore!
The thought soured my mood. I immediately lost any desire to continue sucking Rahul’s cock. I couldn’t help it - I pulled away, my lips still wet from the taste of him, and sat back on the bed.
“Hey, what happened ... you look like you’ve seen a ghost, Komal”
“I’m sorry, it’s nothing ... I ... my jaw started hurting.” I lied, my guilt-ridden voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh, sorry babe ... well, let me take over then...” Rahul said, and started parting my legs, intending to going down on me.
“Ahh ... Rahul ... no ... please, not now ... mmmm” I started protesting, as Rahul started kissing my inner thighs, his lips trailing towards my pussy.
“Rahul!” I said firmly, making him stop in his tracks. “I ... I need to go.”
Rahul looked up at me, his expressions shifting from lust to confusion.
“What happened, babe? Did I say something wrong?” Rahul asked, with genuine concern in his voice.
I felt bad for Rahul, he was the innocent caught in this web of lies. I’d just spent the last 24 hours with him, acting like his lover, like his girlfriend, and now I was pulling away like this.
I couldn’t help but hug him, to reassure him.
“No jaanu ... you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me ... I am, suddenly not feeling so good. I just need to go back to my room.” My voice cracked as I pulled away from Rahul.
What a mess I’d gotten myself into! One one side my husband, and on the other, my ... my lover. Yes, that’s what Rahul was now ... he had become my lover.
“Komal, I don’t understand why you need to leave. If you’re not feeling well, I can call for a doctor. Why can’t you just stay here tonight?”
“I ... I’ll just feel better in my own room, Rahul.” I said, still searching for my thong panties that Rahul had flung across the room yesterday. “Can you see my panties anywhere?”
Rahul ignored my question.
“Well ... I wanted to ask you this anyway ... but now that we’re talking about it ... Komal, I want you to move in with me, here, to the suite.” Rahul said, his voice calm.
I stopped searching for my panties and looked at him in surprise.
“Everyone knows you’re my girlfriend now. And if the past day has been any indication of what our life together could be like, then I don’t want wait another second being away from you.”
I was truly shocked and did not see this coming.
“Rahul ... I ... don’t know what to say. You’re springing this on me.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“You don’t have to answer now, Komal ... just think about it. Will you do that?”