—SOHINI—(Warning: Explicit Content)
The only reason I ever attended tuition was just to see him—Vedant Khanna.
When I found out Maya had stopped coming, I couldn't be happier. Finally, it was just the two of us. Like I'd always wanted.
"If you really try, we can finish the course in twenty days," Vedant said, eyes focused on me with that calm intensity.
"I—I'll try," I stammered, lowering my gaze to hide the heat rising in my cheeks.
God, he looked like every delicious, emotionally unavailable male lead from the romance novels I devoured under my blanket at night.
Except this wasn't fiction. This was real. He was real. And he was sitting barely inches away from me.
"Alright. Derivatives, then," he said, opening the book.
This time, I actually tried. I didn't want to look like a clueless girl anymore. I wanted to impress him.
And I did. Within days, I was solving questions on my own. My late-night study sessions—equal parts practice and daydreaming—finally paid off. Even my parents noticed.
"You'll definitely get ninety percent if you keep studying like this," Pa said as he peeked into my room late one night before heading off to the master bedroom with Maa and Chinu.
"Good job," Vedant had said, patting my head when I solved an equation correctly. His palm lingered just a second too long—warm and heavy. That single touch burned into my skin.
But head pats weren't enough anymore. I wanted more. So much more.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked, casually, pretending to write something down.
"No," he chuckled awkwardly, looking slightly taken aback. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No way. My parents would never allow that," I sighed. And definitely not with someone like him, I didn't say that.
"They're just trying to look after you," he said, his voice softer now.
"I wonder why your ex-wife left you," I blurted out before I could stop myself. "You're—you're such a good person."
If I were her, I would never have left. I would've worshipped him—kissed the tired out of him, tucked him into bed every night and made love to him every morning.
"Some people just aren't meant to be together," he said with a small, unreadable smile. "You'll understand that later."
Then, out of nowhere, he reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. My breath hitched.That was not just a casual gesture. That couldn't be.
I looked up at him, my lips parting.
"What?" he said, tilting his head like he didn't just touch my face. "Get back to your equations."
I scribbled nonsense in my notebook, my heart drumming like a warning.
Back at home, his fingers still ghosted over my skin. I couldn't stop thinking about the way he said "some people aren't meant to be together" like maybe he meant us. Or maybe—not yet.
But luck was finally on my side. Maa, Papa, and Chinu were all going to attend a family friend's wedding that evening.
"You're not coming?" Chinu asked, hopping into his shoes.
"She has exams in a few days," Papa replied, patting my head. "Let her study."
"Lock the door. We'll try to be home early," Maa said, adjusting her dupatta and climbing onto the bike behind Papa.
"Bye," I called, trying not to sound too excited.
As soon as the gate shut behind them, I locked the door. Then leaned against it, smiling like a girl about to do something she shouldn't.
I walked into the living room. And slowly began stripping. My shorts slipped off and pooled at the foot of the couch. Bra on the TV. Panties tossed onto the side table.
Naked, head to toe. Alone, at last.
There was something about the silence of the house that made me feel bolder—hotter, hungrier, filthier.
I sprawled across the old couch, my bare ass against the fabric, the ceiling fan slicing slow circles above me. I parted my legs, wide, shameless. My fingers slipped between them, brushing over the slick heat of my pussy.
I moaned. "Vedant—"
I wanted him. To see me like this. To fall to his knees and devour me. To whisper filth in my ear while he filled me up.
But he wasn't here. Only in my mind.
I got up—still burning, still drenched—and headed to the kitchen. That's when I saw it. Thick. Cold. Heavy in my palm. The cucumber.
"Desperate little slut," I whispered to myself with a smile, giving it a rinse, the skin glossy with water.
I padded back to my room, heart thudding.
On my bed, I laid back, legs spread like an offering. I pressed the cold cucumber against my nipples, gasping. The chill sent a jolt straight to my core.
I dragged it lower, over my belly, between my thighs, circling my throbbing clit.
"Fuck—" I whimpered, eyes fluttering shut.
I tried to push it in—but it wouldn't go. Too thick. Too cruel. Just like him.
I reached for my moisturizer—slathered the vegetable, and then my needy, dripping hole. Fingers trembling, I tried again. This time, it slid in—inch by inch.
"Vedant—oh god—" I whispered, voice breathy.
I imagined it was his cock. Him above me. His weight pinning me down. His voice, low and rough in my ear: "So needy for me, aren't you?"
I thrust it deeper, until I couldn't take more.
And that's when the doorbell rang.
I froze. Heart in my throat. The cucumber still snug inside me.
Panicking, I wrapped a towel around my body, the ends barely holding together. I tiptoed to the door, pulse hammering in my ears. I peeked through the peephole.
Vedant.
Holding a tray of cookies. Smiling. Fuck.
I opened the door, breathless, towel-clad, with a vegetable inside me.