coquettereaderx

[coquettereaderx]

“Who’s your new friend?” (Salesman x reader)

Summary: Your dad’s dark stranger is the one for you. Too bad about his cruel streak….

Contains: sit down chicas this is a LONG one, plot but gratuitous p+rn, dads!friend au, rough sex, edging, pussy spanking, he’s mean :( , choking, drugging, everything IS consensual bc I’m tired of everyone writing him as a domestic terrorlzing rapist, he’s still psychotic and unhinged tho, just not psychosexual because psychotic traits don’t always translate to sexual violence, your dad is sweet but trusting and naive, squirting, pussyspanking unprotected sex (don’t be a dummy, wrap your gummy) begging, degradation, praise, cursing, reader is a bit of a bitch, light dom/sub dynamics, his cock is stuuuupid fat bc I said so and have eyeballs, ur 22 in this period and he’ll spit in your mouth in the next installment of this series :)

A/N: Yeah, he got me y’all😔 Gong Yoo sexy, fine, tall, handsome ass got me😞I’ve been tripping out for 17 days straight over this man sooo…

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You knew your dad often had strange friends but this one takes the cake.

Raising a skeptical eyebrow at the tall man your father was currently introducing you to. Standing over 6 feet in a pitch black suit he was extremely easy on the eyes with full lips, perfectly styled hair, relaxed posture and not a wrinkle in sight paired with the darkest almond eyes you’d ever seen. You rove your eyes over him once more before looking back up to find him staring back at you…

Yes, he was perfectly lovely but was it too soon to assume something about him was..off?

You feel your face warm at how strong his gaze is but you stare back defiantly, mentally cursing your too trusting dad.

“…and since we chat almost everyday during our commute to work- would you guess that we’re both in sales and marketing?- I thought it’d be great to invite him over and talk more in a more comfortable setting!” Your dad says excitedly, smiling as he tells you all about his new friend. The man smiles alongside him, cheeks faintly dimpling and despite your distrust, you can’t take your eyes off of him as you feel your heart beat harder in its cage.

“I was going to call to tell you I was bringing company but you know I forget to use that thing.” ‘That thing’ being a modern phone to a man who was awful with tech. You scoff but nod to let him know you don’t mind (completely) and because you already know how your father is and he continues,

“Oh right! Speaking of forgetting, I don’t remember if I ever mentioned my daughter even though I know I probably did-“, you listen to your dad introduce you and the man smiles even wider as he steps forward, offering his hand to yours in a shake.

“How pleasant to meet you.” Holy shit. His voice is a lot deeper than you expected and you absentmindedly place your hand into his waiting one. The way it completely encases your hand due to its sheer size makes your heart stop before it melts down to a warm pool in your lower stomach, settling in your core like hot tea as you breathe out a shaky exhale. His hand is also rougher than you thought it’d be for a simple businessman as it squeezes yours and a quick flash image of that same hand around your throat has you snatching your hand back as you shoot him a tight smile.

“Right. Back at ya. Um, how old are you again?”

“Ah. Isn’t that improper to ask new people?”

“I’m just curious to how you maintain a career as developed as my dads because you seem so young.”

Oh. You’re quick witted; that makes things a potential hassle for him.

“Well, I’m much older than you. I’m certainly older than your father.”

“Ha! Are you also the Emperor of China-”, You’re cut off as your dad says your name in the way he does when you’re being rude but you ignore it, glaring at the man.

“Be polite! He’s older so you should speak respectfully”, you barely hide the roll of your eyes but your fathers new friend catches it and you swear you hear a huff of amusement from him, the low sound makes you shiver as you turn on your heel to go back upstairs, your dads scolding calling after you.

“Aish! Spoiled! Brat! You were so much cuter when you were younger!”

“Whatever!”

“Bellybutton lint!”

“Old man!”

“Oh yeah?! You won’t be 22 forever!”

The only response he gets back is the sound of your bedroom door slamming while you’re all too aware of the eyes on your back when you’d left. Your dad sighs as he runs a hand down his face. The salesman simply stands quietly, grinning as always as he observes your little spat. Something about it caught his attention though.

“She’s young.” And your father agrees, insisting that’s part of the reason for your behavior, you apparently were “much nicer” and he nods in understanding.

“College age is tricky. I met her mom around her age and things are so much more different than they were back in our day so I try not to be too hard on her but sometimes she’s so-!” He tilts his head as he waits for your dad to find the word.

“Difficult!”

Ah. How cute. A little attitude problem.

That honestly doesn’t surprise him because most pretty little things almost always had one- you were no exception. Though, you yourself were a pleasant surprise. He’d maintained a friendly relationship with your father on a mere whim, finding him to be…nice unlike most he considered nuisances, so when the man invited him over one day he accepted and as he trailed through the door behind him, taking in the warm tones of your house when he spotted you. Standing near the island by the kitchen in shorts so tiny the wide waistband made them look like a mini skirt, the words ‘PINK’ on the back and a snug white tee shirt, the blue of your bra peeking through, you walk towards them smelling of fabric softener and cold vanilla. Your hair was down as you stared at him like you were both scared and wanting with big eyes full of suspicion. The gloss of your lips shining back at him as your lips curl during your inspection of him, lightly arched brow raising as you gave him a thorough once over, eyes flicking back up to his when you were done. You were absolutely delicious to look at. Short, smart mouthed, pretty and prissy.

He didn’t mind the rude way you spoke to him- no- because your eyes tell. You were weary but interested; cynical in all the ways your father wasn’t but that was perfectly fine.

His smile slowly shifted into a smirk as he followed your father to the living room, humming whenever he would speak, but his thoughts were preoccupied.

Thinking of smooth legs on a cute face he’d love to see wet with tears as he spanked your smart ass raw.

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When you went upstairs the first thing you did was grab your headphones and tune out.

What the fuck was your dad thinking??

You huff as you flop on your bed, scrolling through your favorite apps while you tried to slow your thoughts.

Everything is fine.

Your dad always has the most unconventional friends and acquaintances so this was probably just that and you were freaking out more than usual because he was unfathomably attractive. That’s it. You just needed to get a grip. But fuck would you love to ride him through the weekend if only he didn’t have such a concerning aura…and wasn’t pals with your dad of-course.

About 2 hours later when you go downstairs to get food and bring it back to your room-answering curtly when your dad asks if you want to join him and the hot stare of the suited man you’re trying to pretend isn’t there.

“Hard no. Do I look like a nurse? You two senior citizens can play amongst yourselves.”

You sigh when you get back up to your room, FaceTiming your friends as you eat, talking about whatever and whoever before you remember you need to organize some of your class notes and say goodbye before you hang up.

It takes less time than you thought it would so when you’re done, you go about your night routine. Teeth, skincare, oversized cotton shirt, lights off as you put on a movie you’ve seen a million times. It’s harder for you to fall asleep when you can still hear his deep voice through the walls talking and laughing with your dad, shaking your core as you toss and turn- physically fighting the feeling- until you fall asleep.

X

Another few hours later, you wake with a start. Something’s not right.

You can still hear the tv downstairs but no voices. The hairs on the back of your neck stand and as you turn your head towards your door- pulling the covers off your legs, the sight of a tall dark figure rips a blood curdling scream from your throat. In that same second the figure steps closer, the light from your tv illuminates him and your heart races as you stare back wide eyed at your dads suited stranger friend. You’re still gasping and reeling as he sits down on your soft bedding, watching with rapt eyes at you trying to calm down from the near heart-attack he almost gave you.

“W-what..what the fuck?!” He smiles as you get up to yell in his face, gesturing wildly.

“Why the hell are you in my-“, you cut yourself off as another realization dawns on you completely and he can’t help the compulsion he feels towards you.

“How long have you been in my room- wait where’s my dad?!” If you knew who he was and what he did for a living, you’d be much more agreeable…or maybe not and that’s what fascinated him about you. You were so unusual. Wanting to steer clear of him instead of on, even though he’d piqued your curiosity, you didn’t blindly follow like every other nuisance did; instead he was the inconvenience and the way you let him know via sharp words and distrusting looks was something he hadn’t gotten in a while. The way you brushed him and your hard working dad off with no more than a pretty glare while probably never having actually worked for anything in your life made him itch to correct you. Make you say sorry- break you back into the sweet girl he knew you could be.

“I swear to god- WHERE IS MY DAD-!“, before you can raise your voice anymore, turning to go find him yourself, he’s pulling you back by your wrist, covering your mouth with his other hand as he hooks his chin over your shoulder cooing at you to calm down - listen to him a bit.

“Shh. Your father is alright, had too much to drink so he’s passed out downstairs but safe nonetheless.” You feel your body relax against your will at his words but you still bite his palm for scaring the hell out of you. The pain that blooms up his wrist from his hand makes him hiss against your ear and you wish it didn’t sound so good before it trails off into a light chuckle.

“I’m going to move my hand. You won’t scream. Understand?” You roll your eyes but nod anyway and a few seconds later his hand is lowered but he keeps you sitting up against him.

“Look- if you’re some kind of extortionist or blackmailer, my dad only works for clean honest compan-“,

“I’m none of those things.” Huh. You’re even more confused but the silence that follows he doesn’t break instead he waits for you, enjoying your discomfort as you shift against him.

“Then what the fuck do you want? Nothing better to do in your ancient age on a Tuesday night besides creep around?” Your mouth would be the death of you and this might very well be the moment as you mouth off to a complete stranger who could be (and actually is) very dangerous but bravado was all you had. You’d seen and heard more than enough to know that an older man in a suit visiting a young girl he didn’t know in the dead of night never ended well.

“I want to chat for a bit.” You tilt your head a bit in confusion but he takes your silence as the go ahead, making your heart pound when he shuffles even closer causing you to feel his firm pecs through his expensive smelling dress shirt; the heady combination makes your pulse race as you fight yourself on whatever it is exactly that you’re feeling but shouldn’t be.

“When your father mentioned you, you sounded like such a nice girl…”, the low way he speaks resembles a purr, words vibrating his chest, thick arms holding you tight to him as his warm breaths coast across your chest and neck.

“Imagine my surprise when I meet you and you’re nothing more than an ungrateful little princess with a pretty face but very nasty attitude.” You feel your face warm in shame at the blatant way he calls you out, immediately defensive as you shoot back,

“What’s it’s to you? If you want to see some obedient thing then get a boarder collie-!” Enough of that. His hand claps down over your throat, squeezing not enough to hurt but enough to make you shut up as your heart rate spikes, nerves going haywire at the sudden cut of oxygen. You get dizzy quick. Blood rushing through your ears like a current of cotton, hand flying up on instinct to pull at his muscled forearm but it doesn’t budge and you whine- biting your lip as your heart beats liquid fire through your body. You were so fucked up, clamping your thighs shut as if that will stop you from getting wet but it’s hard to pay attention to that with a tight hand around your neck and mean lips against your ear.

“Didn’t your father tell you to respect your elders?” He tuts out and you nod desperately, willing to swallow your snideness if it meant getting air. He loosens his grip enough for you and you gasp so hard you nearly choke, the sound turning him on more than it should; he grabs your chin so you face him with teary eyes and he nearly groans at how weak you look. The sedatives he slipped in your dad’s drink would last for a while so for now it was just you and him.

“Answer me.”

“You first-“, you’re quick to shut your mouth as a smirk grows on his face. A fast learner.

“Smart. But”, he pauses to put you on edge before continuing, “because I quite enjoy your father and his company, I don’t like the thought of him being troubled by anything.” His words are sweet but they also fill you with dread because you know how much you intentionally butt heads with your father. Mouthing off at him just to amuse yourself sometimes. You never meant to stress him but messing with him a little was how you showed your affection.

“That includes you as well.” He rasps against your neck, nipping the sensitive skin there with more teeth than tongue and you choke on a moan, breathing hard.

“Okay. Got it. I need to be nicer-”,

“No, you need a firm hand.” Oh fuck. You bite your lip at that, watching through bleary eyes as he rubs his other hand down your chest, brushing your hard nipples through your shirt as he feels up your soft curves. The hand around your throat tightens when he feels you might move but when you don’t he doesn’t loosen it- instead he rewards you with wet, scalding kisses behind that spot under your ear, suckling down until he reaches your collarbones. Your eyes water from all the sensations as you try to rationalize what’s going on before you lose yourself to how good you feel.

The hand caressing over your body doesn’t stop, threatening to burn you alive with the heat it ignites in you. To make matters worse, you can’t even breathe deeply enough to calm down with the hold he has on your neck and you’re reminded of how pathetically wet you are whenever you move your legs as you’re completely naked underneath your shirt. So much is happening but it’s not enough. Fleetingly scarce touches is all you’re being given but you need more. You shouldn’t want this, want him- or anything having to do with him- but you do and that thought scares you more than any potential repercussions.

He watches you with an unreadable expression as you shift constantly, sliding a hand under your shirt to cup your tits, flicking and twisting the stiff nubs cruelly between his fingers. Laving his tongue over each bruise he’s left on your neck before choking you harder, making the veins on the back of his hand show and your mouth drops open, hoarse broken moans falling as your hips twitch upwards. This was how he liked you. Melting into him so obediently…

“You’re going to be a good girl now?” He asks like it’s a question but the even in hazy state you’re falling into, you know it’s an order. He loosens his grip again so you can answer, voice hoarse,

“..y-yeah.” The softened tone you use when you respond makes him hard beyond belief and he bites your shoulder with a satisfied groan and you swear your cunt has a pulse. The familiar burning ache is so blinding that you listen immediately when he tells you-

“Open your legs.”

He almost didn’t hear your sharp intake of breath. He barely noticed the way your hips snapped up to hump his hand… he was preoccupied with just how wet you were. Your arousal coats his fingers as he slides them between your sopping lips making you keen through shuddering breaths as you try to control yourself. A few hard circles to your clit shatters that control as you cry out, needy sobs falling from your gloss smeared lips while you beg prettily for him.

“Please! I-! I’ll-anything! Just-!” His hand collar tightens again as he slides two fingers knuckle deep in your spasming hole, immediately curling them towards him, grinding them against that spongy bundle of nerves inside you and the fire that’s been steadily burning inside you almost makes you black out from how quick it threatens to consume you. You’ve never felt more out of your mind, your cunt so soaking wet it’s audible. White-searing pleasure shoots electricity through every nerve and you’re screaming. Between the fuzz in your head from oxygen loss or the brutal way he’s fucking you with his fingers- the one thing you do know is that if you cum now, you’ll faint.

“Waittt- mm-! S-stopp!!” It’s the struggle of a lifetime to get the words out but you do and when you do, surprisingly- he listens. Taking his fingers out as the strings of your slick drip from them and you cry at the loss, the ache still there but you could at least breathe. You feel a nip at your ear and you only then notice the way you’ve rested your weight completely against him.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” His voice is thick with arousal from how wonderfully you responded to him. So wet he could taste it in the air as you trembled and cried against him. The water in your eyes spilling down over as they rolled back into your skull. Your face was the perfect erotic expression of tormented bliss as he made you earn air and fight off an orgasm so strong it would’ve put you in a vegetative state.

The sound of your weak sniffles make his cock ache as he lays back on your bed, maneuvering your hips over his as he opens his pants, taking his length out he moans at the pressure relief. Swiping his fat head through your messy folds but not inside.

“Well? I need you to answer me. Or do I need to get it out of you myself?” You shake your head, lifting your arms when he moves your shirt up off you and now you’re completely naked while he’s still clothed. As much as his stare intimidated you, his attentions felt even better, moaning at the dirty kisses his cock gave your hole.

“Was gonna cum…but you didn’t say I could yet”, you reach up to use his arm as leverage while you wiggle your hips and your submission drives him mad with how much he wants to ruin you.

“Aw. That’s cute…but if you came before I let you, what then? Are you smart enough to tell me?” He asks sweetly but the condescending undertone makes you feel dumb as heat blooms in your chest and you will away the fuzz that’s making it hard to think so you can give him a proper answer. One that would please him. The fact that you even wanted to please him was something you’d have to get back to.

“I’d be in trouble?” You say it like a question and less of an answer and he finds your uncertainty so cute as he laughs indulgently at you.

“Close. It’s because you’re my good girl. And my girl only does as she’s told, yeah?” The same trickling tingle at the base of your skull is back again as you mindlessly repeat after him.

“Yeah.” He hums, lining himself up with your drooling pussy, sliding in with one thrust. Gritting his teeth with a heavy groan while you choke on a sob.

“Fuckin’ tight-!” Deep grunting in your ear overwhelming you in the best way and you lose it from how full you are. You could’ve guessed by his height and frame that he’d be packing but it felt fatter than you would have ever been able to accurately guess, pressing effortlessly against every spot that made you see stars.

You were everlastingly grateful your dad was knocked out because the sounds coming from you and your room were beyond incriminating. Even though he wasn’t moving, every-time you did, you could feel the deliciously heavy pressure against your slick walls. Shivers wracking up your body as wheezing fucked out moans left your mouth and you grind down in messy circles until the hand on your throat stops you.

“Look at you. Desperate n’ wet begging to cum. You’d do anything I tell you, huh? Just like a dog.”

A disgustingly pathetic warble is his reply but he wants more from you, choking you hard as he pinches your sensitive nipples.

“Uhhn! Yes!” The sheer desperation in your shaky voice gives him a sick head-rush.

“Open your legs for me.”

You obey before he even finishes his sentence. Thighs falling apart, cooled air over your center makes you moan wetly as you wait patiently. So patiently that the first heavy slap against your pussy winds you by the time the pain registers. As soon as the sting settles, warmth pools in its place, sensitivity heightened as you wail. The stricken sound makes his cock throb inside you.

“Wha-!”, another slap cracks down on your swollen lips, hitting your clit spot on and again and you try in vain to wriggle away.

“You still need to prove to me that you’re sorry for your behavior earlier.” He says, voice casual but no less mocking and you cry. Tears running down your cheeks as your body struggles to adjust and obey. Before you can shout out however many strings of apologies it’ll take for him to let you cum, he strikes your center again, hissing in pleasure at your screams. He feels it. That somehow you’re even wetter, dripping down his balls and smearing your slick all over the front of his slacks. He has half a mind to make you clean it up when he’s done with with you as he spanks your cunt again, biting your ear hard until it reddens.

“If you cum before I tell you, I promise I’ll make this the longest night of your life”, he groans darkly in your ear. You’re blessed that you can still hear him through the bass of your heart’s beat and the loud, wet connect every time his hand comes down. You were so close. The sharp sting and the pained pleasure of swelling warmth his heavy hand left behind was too much and your poor clit couldn’t take much more. Gasping through your tears, you scramble to find the right words.

“‘Lease- please! Ah-m’sorry!” Your raspy voice breaks halfway through when lifts you only to slam you back down on his fat length, flicking your sensitive nub when he meanly asks you,

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Try again, little girl.” You night just be in for a long night after all.

You could barely breathe from how hard he was choking you, swollen pussy enflamed from countless spanks, and your center was stuffed to the brim as he was so big that he didn’t even have to try to hit your spots. You scratch and wrestle with his hand until he loosens it, gasping and whining, you pray you don’t come from the instant relief it gives you. The rush settling over you like a fuzzy blanket. He shifts below you and you hurry to get the words out before he makes you come without his say-so.

“I’m- I’m sorry! So sorry! Please Sir, can I-!”

Sir. You called him sir.

It’s less of you apologizing but more of you submitting to him, acknowledging him by title that he held superiority over you that pleases him enough to let you cum. Cutting off your sweet begging with more mean, heavy slaps to your wet pussy, basking in your delighted wails as he fucks up into you.

His hand tightens around your throat and this time, you welcome the suffocating pleasure. Scratchy cries escape when they can but you’re so far on the road to ecstasy that you don’t even care how you look or sound, chest heaving as your eyes water. Your cunt feels like it’s on fire but you beg him in every way you can to keep going even though you can’t take it and he does, groaning against your ear as he rubs messily at your throbbing clit.

“So good, baby- you can cum. Make your little mess before I make you beg some more-”, he does not have to tell you twice as everything you’ve been holding, releases and you do make a mess.

Mouth dropped open as you sob and for the next couple minutes hot unending pleasure is all you know as the stinging slaps get faster, ending with harsh circles on your bud after each one and your hole gets even tighter before you go limp- liquid jetting out of you. He fucks you through it with a tight grip on your windpipe, using you like a snug fleshlight until he’s coming harder than he has in a while at the state he’s put you in. He waits until he catches his breath to slide out of you- who’s deadweight as he lifts you off him.

Rolling off the bed, the silence makes him look over at you only to see that you’re out cold. His eyebrows raise as he huffs out an amused laugh, fixing his pants before brushing his hand over your pretty face. He might have overdone it he thinks as he sees your face return to it’s normal, less flushed hue. Leaning down, on impulse he presses a kiss to your cheek, his gentlest touch of the night before getting up and covering your worn naked body with one of the many blankets on your bed.

“You’re a treat in more ways than you know.”

As he stands, before he opens your door to leave, he pulls a card out of his pocket and leaves it on your nightstand then heads back downstairs to get his shoes and jacket. Turning off the tv where your dad sleeps easily and quietly slipping out the door, smiling the entire way. Now he has even more fun.

You.

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When you wake up the next morning, you turn with a pleasant ache and stinging between your legs as you stretch, sighing with a blissful smile until you remember why you ache and who caused it.

Pushing yourself up, you stop when you see a card on your stand, rolling to the edge of your bed, you swipe it off and raise it to your face. It’s a picture of lollipop, a simple circle on a stick but the words below it make your chest warm and you don’t even bother pretending to yourself that you aren’t interested in seeing him again.

“Next time I’ll make you even sweeter.”

[coquettereaderx]

"supernova" -- salesman (squid game)

the salesman smut, mdni, characters are 18+ warnings: female reader, dom!salesman, age gap, light swearing, dubcon/noncon, piv, fingering (female receiving), overstimulation (female receiving), rough sex, forced orgasm, squirting, mild gunplay, sex in a public place, slight violence, mild degradation, unprotected sex, dead dove do not eat word count: 2.8k

the station is quiet. there's a period of time in between each train's come and go where the station is practically empty, since everyone's gotten on the train and left already. it's because of this emptiness that his footsteps echo.

you're sat on a bench in the corner of the station, leaning your head on the wall beside you, and trying not to shiver in the cold when you start to register those footsteps. they're slow but constant, letting you know the person is getting closer. tap. tap. tap. like water dripping from a leaking faucet.

your fingers twitch nervously. you sneak a glance at the clock. it's late. really late. there's no one around. the next train arrives in thirty minutes. that's eighteen hundred seconds. eighteen hundred. seventeen ninety-nine. seventeen ninety-eight. seventeen nine--

"excuse me, miss."

the sound sends a shiver up your spine. his voice is low and smooth, dripping with confidence. slowly, you turn your head and look up at him. he's dressed sharply in suit and tie, carrying a briefcase in one hand. he must be at least ten years your senior, pushing fifteen, but he carries an aura of strength and charm that makes it feel like he's just here to have a conversation. a fun conversation, with maybe a little flirting. that's all.

seventeen sevnty-five. seventeen seventy-four. seventeen seventy-three.

"would you like to play a game?" he asks pleasantly enough, a polite smile on his face. he takes a step closer, and you feel cornered immediately. his presence overwhelms you, the scent of cologne filling your nostrils. you not-so-subtly scoot away from him, before awkwardly rising to your feet. your back is pressed against the wall, but at least you're able to run now should the situation call for it.

he leans closer as he sets his briefcase on the bench; each movement he makes is calculated and precise, and now he's effectively trapped you against the wall as he invades your personal space. "you could win big," he hums lightly.

you frown suspiciously. "what game?"

he smiles, and you suddenly have a sinking feeling that you've already lost. "ddakji."

ddakji? you cast another glance at the clock. is this some sort of scam? "isn't that a game for kids?"

"sure. but who's to say we can't play?" he's unfazed as he leans down to open his briefcase, revealing bundles of cash and two folded squares of color. "children's games are the most fun, anyway. red light green light, tug of war, marbles. . ." he holds up the two squares. one is blue, the other red. "by your words, I'm assuming you know how to play. I'll even let you pick your color."

seventeen nineteen. seventeen eighteen. seventeen seventeen.

your eyes snap to the money in the briefcase as he opens it, the sheer amount of which makes your head spin. that must be over a billion just in paper bills. you bite your lip, terribly tempted. "what's the catch?" you force yourself to ask. "what's on the line?"

his smirk widens. "if you flip my ddakji, I give you a hundred thousand won. if I flip your ddakji, you pay me."

you knew it was too good to be true. "I don't have the money," you say, shaking your head.

he leans even closer, until you've pressed yourself against the wall in search of any sort of personal space. "then you can pay with your body."

the words send shivers up your spine. "what?"

he smiles cordially, but there's an almost predatory glint in his eyes. "let's cross that bridge when we come to it." he holds the two ddakji squares out to you. "red or blue?"

you reach out with a slightly trembling hand and take the red one, your fingers brushing against his. he smiles and takes a small step back, placing his blue square on the ground. he bows a little to you, holding out his hand to you in a gesture of you go first.

sixteen fifty-two. sixteen fifty-one. sixteen fifty.

now, you may not have acted like it, but as kid, you were notoriously bad at ddakji. you knew the science behind it--hit the square with not the corner, but the face, to maximize surface area and power. but when it came to actually executing. . .

the salesman gives a little chuckle; whether it's to pity you or to mock you, you can't tell. of course, he flips your ddakji with ease. as he straightens up, he takes a step closer to you again, sending the clear message that he overpowers you.

"uh oh," he says quietly, voice lighthearted as if to tease you. "looks like I win." one of his hands comes up beside your head to cage you in, and he slowly presses his body against yours, letting you feel every one of his muscles. the obvious bulge in his pants presses against you, and you barely stifle the gasp that falls from your lips at his size.

he chuckles at your reaction, before pulling away. "a hint of what's to come." he picks up your ddakji and hands it to you, quirking an eyebrow up as if to say be my guest.

fifteen seventy. fifteen sixty-nine. fifteen sixty-eight. you take the square back with trembling hands and take a deep breath to calm yourself, before again failing to flip his ddakji. he flips yours again--of course. "two, zero," he says, pointing at himself and then you. "again." he holds out the ddakji to you.

you frown. "you're keeping score?"

"I'm giving you the chance to even the score," he reasons smoothly. "but remember, miss: debts are always paid."

fifteen ten. fifteen nine. fifteen eight. you miss again and again, racking the score up more in his favor. soon you're losing ten to zero. he picks up the ddakji again, but instead of handing it back to you, he tosses both folded squares back into the briefcase, where they land on top of all the money. "time to pay your debt," he decides, "of which you owe a lot."

this time he's bolder, pressing you completely up against the wall as one of his hands comfortably wraps around your neck. his grip is loose, but firm enough to establish dominance. his other hand ghosts over your chest, gently groping one of your breasts through your shirt. he bunches up the fabric in one large hand, ready to rip it, but then seems to rethink this move.

you swallow thickly, lips parting as you squirm against the wall. he chuckles a little at your flustered state, before gripping the waistband of your pants. in one swift motion, he pulls them down. a small squeak of surprise forces its way out of your throat as he slides his hand into your underwear.

he immediately sinks two thick, calloused fingers into your cunt, forcing a sharp whimper of pain from your lips. you struggle to take his fingers, a hand coming up to push against his chest.

"s-slow down," you try to protest. he snickers, bringing the hand that was holding your neck up to your face. he squishes your cheeks together, effectively stopping you from protesting any more. he doesn't let you adjust as he shoves another finger inside you, scissoring and curling. setting a brutal pace, he slams his hand in and out of you, eyes crazed and fixated on your pussy as it struggles to accommodate his fingers. a small scream forces its way out of your throat as his fingers jab at your g-spot.

"please!" you gasp, struggling to make your words coherent despite his hand still pressing your cheeks together. "it hurts, you're going too fast!"

he couldn't care less. seemingly intent on making you cum, he increases his pace even further, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing harshly. his other hand finally falls away from your face, coming to grope your breasts through your shirt harshly. you're a ticking time bomb, feeling an unwanted release build up inside you. coming undone for this stranger, this man who was a decade and some older than you, in a train station? the sheer humiliation of it all overwhelms you until you feel a tear running down your face. he leans in and licks it away.

the light of the star dies. then it explodes out of you, a supernova that you can't stop. you scream, your body trembling and convulsing as your cunt tightens around his fingers. a warmth spreads through you as you lay your head against the wall. sweat drips down your face; you're trembling with the aftermath of your high.

but he doesn't stop. on the contrary, he rubs your clit faster, a deep laugh rumbling through his chest as you gasp and push at his hands. the sensation is too much, more tears forming in your eyes. "please--fuck, please," you pant. "it's too much, I can't!"

"one more," he says firmly. "I'm not stopping until then."

your back arches away from the wall, sobs falling from your throat. your hands clench into fists. it's too much, it's all too much and wholly overwhelming. you're moaning uncontrollably, completely forgetting that you're in a public train station. your second release comes quickly. with a final scream, you feel yourself gush around his fingers, your juices splattering onto the concrete station floor.

he laughs, shaking his hand so your juices fly everywhere, some getting on your face. "that's a good girl."

seven fifty. seven forty-nine. seven forty-eight. you keep your eyes trained on the clock, gasping for air as you squeeze your legs together.

"hm. that was fun." he brings his hand up to his lips and sucks off his fingers, keeping eye contact with you the whole time. then he takes a step back, bending down to reach for something in a secret compartment of his briefcase.

it's a gun. you don't know what type, but it's a very real gun. your eyes widen in fear, and instinctively, you try to run. unfortunately, he's faster, tripping you with his foot and catching you before you fall, slamming you back up against the wall. something hard knocks against the base of your skull as your head slams back into the wall; you see stars for several seconds, and the world spins as you cry out in pain. you don't try to run anymore as he shoves your legs open and jams his knee up to brush against your exposed pussy. the harshness of it all brings tears to your eyes. but he doesn't seem to care; in fact, he seems to like it, a smile lighting up his face at your reaction. he cleans the gun with his sleeve, making a show out of blowing dust off the weapon.

"let's up the ante, shall we?" he hums lightly as he spins the gun around in his hand. "in ten minutes, the train will arrive. this station will no longer be empty. if I'm still inside you when that happens. . ." he suddenly presses the barrel of the gun against your head. "bang."

your eyes widen in terror, more tears bubbling up as you shake your head frantically. "y-you can't do that!" you protest. "that's not fair, whether or you're inside me is completely up to you--"

"we'll stop when you make me cum. that's a promise."

six hundred. five ninety-nine. five ninety-eight. there's not much time left. you nod shakily, terrified of the gun. "okay. okay. I'll do whatever you want, just don't--god, please don't kill me."

he clicks his tongue. "so desperate, it's almost pathetic. you'll be fine as long as you follow the rule: make me cum, and you go free." he unzips his trousers and pulls down his boxers, letting his manhood spring free. he strokes it a couple times, letting out a content sigh.

you breathe out shakily, your heart pounding. "is this what you do with everyone when you play ddakji?"

"oh, no." he chuckles lowly. "we're playing a whole different game now. and it goes a little something like . . . this." he leans forward, pressing the squishy tip of his cock against your opening.

immediately, you can tell that it's going to be a tight fit. even though he's stretched you out with his fingers, he's still too big for you. but he doesn't seem to care; he presses his chest against yours and cups your face with his hands in a gesture that's almost kind. but then he pushes inside of you, and all kindness flies out the window.

pain. it's pain like you've never felt before. you scream, shaking your head desperately and pushing at his chest. you're sobbing and babbling incoherently, crying about how it's too big and you can't take it. he doesn't listen, doesn't care; he's pressing in deeper, and so you attempt to throw a punch.

"ah, ah." he catches your wrist in one hand and pins it above your head. "remember the stakes, dear," he whispers in your ear, biting it playfully. "you're running out of time. you've been looking at the clock, you've counted the seconds. you know how close it'll be."

how does he know that? he chuckles at your reaction and shakes his head a little, a thumb running over your lower lip. "relax," he chides. "or you'll never loosen up enough for me."

you try to do as he says, and he's able to bottom out inside of you, balls fit snugly against your ass. he lets out a guttural groan, muttering a soft "fuck". but he gives you absolutely no time to react or adjust, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in. he starts a harsh, punishing pace, throwing his head back in pleasure as he does. you're reduced to helpless whimpers he happily pounds away, the sensations sending sparks up and down your body.

five twelve. five eleven. five ten.

the way he looks at you is simply electric. there's no hint of fondness at all in his eyes, but they rip through your soul regardless. his eyes burn with intensity and passion as he drinks in the image of you. you clench your pussy, trying to make it more pleasurable for him, to which he let out a low growl of approval. adrenaline courses through your veins--you were not going to die today, not like this.

his thrusts become more and more erratic, harsh grunts falling from his lips. you move your hips to meet him, increasing the pleasure for both of you as you start to adjust to his size. he tilts your chin up so you have to meet his gaze, his eyes burning.

"you like this," he grunts out. "you like being my little slut, don't you? taking me so well, you're doing so good for me." his tone is still silky smooth despite how obviously good he feels. the sound of skin on skin fills the air, his heavy balls slapping against your ass every time he thrusts deeper. he grabs your legs and hoists you up so he can get in closer to you.

one twenty-two. one twenty-one. one twenty. you whimper as you start to feel your own release building, hands reaching up to hold onto his shoulders as he pounds you continuously.

with one final thrust, you're pushed over the edge, cunt spasming around his cock as you have your third orgasm. at your release, he also comes with a growl, burying himself deep inside of you. you whimper as you feel his hot seed shoot inside of you. he stays inside of you for several seconds; he presses his forehead against yours as you pant together. a low chuckle rumbles through his chest as he slips out, watching as your cum mixes together and dribbles out of your pussy. he pushes it back into your cunt with his fingers.

ninety one. ninety. eighty-nine.

he steps back and lets you drop to the floor, where you curl up into the fetal position. he pulls his pants up, straightening his tie and running a hand through his hair, which is slick with sweat. reaching into his suit's breast pocket, he pulls out a slightly crumpled index card and holds it out to you. "you did well, miss. call me if you're interested in any more . . . games." he towers over you one last time, gives you a wink, and slips away, his briefcase in hand and his footsteps tap tap tapping on the ground like water dripping from a leaking faucet.

as you come to your senses again, you stumble to your feet. the salesman is long gone, the shapes on the index card he's left you staring up at you invitingly. you pocket the card and run a hand through your hair, hastily straightening your clothes and pulling up your pants, thanking your lucky stars he hadn't ripped your shirt.

your eyes fixate on the clock again. right on schedule, the train hurtles into the station. three. two. one.

zero.

[coquettereaderx]

₊‧°𐐪 his ego - our dreams𐑂°‧₊

Once upon a time in a quaint middle-class town, two best friends, Akhil and Sonam, shared dreams that sparkled as brightly as the stars above. Akhil had a passion for comedy; he always envisioned himself making people laugh on grand stages, while Sonam nurtured a dream of becoming an actress, lighting up the screens with her talent. They supported each other through thick and thin, with Sonam always encouraging Akhil to chase his comedic aspirations.

"Just be yourself, Akhil! You have a gift," Sonam would say, her eyes shining with belief. "You're going to make it big one day; I just know it!"

With Sonam's unwavering support, Akhil finally took the plunge into the world of stand-up comedy. Meanwhile, Sonam secured a job as a theatre assistant, working behind the scenes to learn the ropes of the industry she aspired to conquer. She was patient, knowing that every small step brought her closer to her dream.

For a year and a half, they worked hard, and soon, Akhil's talent caught the attention of many. He quickly rose to fame, landing his own comedy show. Sonam was overjoyed, celebrating his success like it was her own. "I knew you could do it, Akhil! This is just the beginning!" she exclaimed, her heart swelling with pride.

However, as Akhil became more famous, a subtle change began to creep into his demeanor. The bright lights of fame started to cast shadows on his friendship with Sonam. He began to develop an ego, often boasting about his success and dismissing Sonam's dreams as mere hobbies.

One day, while Sonam was organizing props backstage, she overheard a conversation between Akhil and his assistant, who had a crush on him. "Sonam? She's not really my type. I mean, she is still working a day job while I'm out here making it big," Akhil said, laughter in his voice.

Sonam's heart shattered at those words. She had always seen Akhil as her closest friend, someone who understood her dreams and fears. Now, it felt as if he was looking down on her, and the pain of betrayal washed over her. She decided to distance herself, believing that perhaps it was time to focus on her own dreams without the shadow of their friendship hanging over her.

Days turned into weeks, and Sonam's absence began to weigh heavily on Akhil. He noticed the empty seat beside him during shows, the lack of her laughter echoing in his ears. "Where's Sonam? I haven't seen her in a while," he asked his assistant, feigning indifference.

"Maybe she's tired of being your sidekick," the assistant replied, a smirk on her face. Akhil brushed it off, but deep down, he felt a pang of regret. He missed their late-night talks, the way Sonam could always make him laugh even when he was down.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting show, Akhil decided he needed to talk to Sonam. He found her at the theatre, organizing costumes, her focus unwavering. "Sonam," he started, his voice softer than usual, "can we talk?"

Sonam looked up, her expression guarded. "Sorry I have to go, my parents are calling me"as she made her way home.

The next day at work, Sonam was painting the scenery background that sat on the stage. Sonams focus was stuck on Akhils view upon her. Her focus was interrupted by the sudden commotion of her colleagues rushing towards the door, their excited screams echoing through the hall. Curiosity piqued, she turned to see what the fuss was about, only to be met with the sight of the renowned A-list actor, Kartik D'anniu, stepping into the theatre. Sonam's heart raced; she had always admired his performances on screen and couldn't believe her eyes. This unexpected encounter filled her with a renewed sense of determination, reminding her that her dreams were within reach.

As Sonam watched Kartik interact with everyone, she was struck by his genuine warmth and humility. He treated each staff member, regardless of their role, with respect and kindness, making her admire him even more. However, the excitement in the air quickly shifted when the director delivered the unfortunate news that the actress originally slated to star alongside Kartik was on maternity leave, leaving them in search of a replacement. After a week of auditions, Kartik proposed a bold idea: anyone working in the theatre could audition for the role, and the selected actress would not only co-star with him but also receive her first big break. Sonam seized the opportunity, showcasing her beauty and incredible talent during the audition. To her astonishment, she was chosen to star alongside Kartik. Their chemistry on set was undeniable, and after seven months of hard work, the film was released to critical acclaim, becoming a massive hit. Sonam's dreams were finally coming true, and her admiration for Kartik deepened as they celebrated their success together.

Sonam wakes up to the sound of her phone buzzing with notifications. She's just become the talk of the town after starring in a romance movie with a top A-list actor. Excitedly, she scrolls through the messages, realizing she's gained more fame than Akhil, her former co-star.

Later that day, Akhil sits in his manager's office, a frown etched on his face. "I just don't get it. How did she become more famous than me?" he grumbles, tapping his fingers on the desk. His manager leans back, considering the situation. "You need to invite her to your show. It'll be great PR for both of you," he suggests.

Akhil nods reluctantly. "Fine, I'll invite her. But I don't want to see her all cozy with that guy on set. It's annoying."

When Sonam arrives at the show, Akhil can't help but notice how she lights up the room. As they sit down for the interview, he can't shake off the jealousy. "So, Sonam, how was it working with Jason?" he asks, his tone sharper than intended.

"It was amazing! He's such a talented actor," Sonam replies, her eyes sparkling. "We had a great chemistry on set."

Akhil interrupts, "Yeah, I saw the clips. You two looked pretty close." His voice is laced with tension.

Sonam raises an eyebrow. "Akhil, it's just acting! You know that, right?"

"Sure, but it looks like more than acting to me," he snaps, leaning closer. "Are you really okay with him getting all touchy-feely?"

She sighs, "We're just doing our jobs. You're being ridiculous."

"Ridiculous? I'm just saying it's hard to watch you with him when I used to be the one you shared that kind of connection with," Akhil admits, his voice softening.

Sonam looks at him, surprised. "You're jealous?"

"Maybe I am," he replies, crossing his arms. "But I just want you to know that I still care about you."

Sonam bites her lip, caught off guard. "Akhil, I—"

Before she can finish, the host chimes in, "And that's all the time we have for today! Stay tuned for more!"

As the cameras turn off, the tension hangs in the air, leaving both of them wondering what comes next.

After the show, the atmosphere is thick with unresolved tension. Sonam, feeling the weight of Akhil's jealousy, tries to shake it off as she heads to the after-party. As she enters, she spots Kartik, her co-star, chatting with some fans. He catches her eye and walks over, a warm smile on his face.

"Hey, Sonam! You were amazing today!" Kartik exclaims, genuinely impressed. "I can't believe how well you handled that interview. Akhil seemed a bit... tense, though."

"Thanks, Kartik! Yeah, he's just... complicated," Sonam replies, glancing back at Akhil, who's standing with his manager, looking brooding. "He's not used to seeing me with someone else, I guess."

Kartik nods, understanding the situation. "You know, it's great to see you shine. You've got so much potential, and honestly, the least he could've done was support your dream instead of being mean to you."

Akhil, overhearing the conversation, steps in, his tone defensive. "Bro, don't get involved. This is between me and Sonam."

Kartik stands his ground, a hint of challenge in his voice. "But it's hard not to when you're being rude to someone who's worked so hard. You should be proud of her, not jealous."

Sonam interjects, trying to diffuse the situation. "Guys, come on. It's just acting, it's all part of the job."

Akhil's expression darkens. "Yeah, but it's different when you're the one doing it. I mean, you're getting all cozy with him on screen. How am I supposed to feel?"

Kartik crosses his arms, looking at Akhil with a mix of pity and frustration. "You should feel happy for her. It's a big opportunity. Instead of being mean, why not be supportive? She deserves that."

"Supportive?" Akhil scoffs, his voice rising. "I don't want to sit back and watch you two play house while I'm left in the dust."

Sonam steps forward, her voice firm. "Akhil, this isn't about you. I'm trying to build my career. You've had your time in the spotlight. Just because I'm moving forward doesn't mean I don't care about our past."

Kartik nods in agreement. "Exactly. You need to let her grow. You can't hold her back just because you're feeling insecure. If you really care about her, you'd want her to succeed."

Akhil clenches his jaw, feeling cornered. "You don't understand, Kartik. It's not that simple."

"Then make it simple," Kartik replies, his voice calm yet firm. "Support her. Be her friend instead of her biggest critic."

Sonam watches the exchange, her heart racing. "Kartik, I appreciate you standing up for me, but I can handle this. Akhil and I have a history, and it's complicated. I don't want to make it worse."

Akhil looks at Sonam, his expression softening slightly. "I just... I don't want to lose you. It's hard for me to see you with someone else, especially someone as famous as Kartik."

Kartik raises an eyebrow, sensing the vulnerability in Akhil's words. "Then maybe you should think about what you really want. If you care about her, stop acting like a jealous ex. You should be proud of her achievements."

Sonam takes a deep breath, feeling the tension between the two men. "Look, I appreciate both of you. But I need to focus on my career right now. I can't let personal feelings get in the way."

Akhil nods slowly, realizing the truth in her words. "I get it. Just... don't forget about me, okay? I still want to be part of your life."

"I won't forget," Sonam assures him, her heart softening. "But I need you to trust me. This is my time to shine."

As the party continues around them, the three of them stand in a tense truce, each grappling with their emotions. Kartik, sensing the unresolved feelings, offers a way forward. "How about we all grab a drink and celebrate your success, Sonam? Let's put the past behind us and focus on what's ahead."

Sonam smiles, grateful for his support. "I'd like that. Thanks, Kartik. And Akhil, let's try to keep things friendly, okay?"

Akhil exhales, finally relenting. "Yeah, okay. I can do that. Just... remember I'm still here for you, even if I'm a bit of a jerk sometimes."

With a tentative

Akhil stood at Sonam's doorstep, his heart racing as he prepared to apologize. The memories of their friendship flooded his mind—how they had met at the tender age of nine, two carefree kids who found solace in each other's laughter. They had shared countless adventures, from secret hideouts in the park to late-night talks about their dreams and fears. The bond they formed was unbreakable, built on trust, support, and an understanding that transcended the years.

As Sonam opened the door, Akhil felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him. She looked as beautiful as ever, her warm smile lighting up the dim hallway. But he could see a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. He took a deep breath, his voice steady yet filled with emotion as he began to speak. "Sonam, I know I messed up. I let my pride get in the way, and I took our friendship for granted. But I want you to know how much you mean to me. You've always been my rock, my confidante, and the person who knows me better than anyone else."

Sonam listened intently, her heart pounding as she recalled their shared history. Akhil continued, "We've been through so much together, and I can't imagine my life without you. I miss the way we used to be, and I want to make things right. I want to be more than friends, Sonam. I want to marry you." With that, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss that sent shivers down her spine. It was sweet, tender, and filled with the promise of a future together.

Sonam's mind raced as she processed his words. The kiss lingered, igniting feelings she had buried deep down. She had always cared for Akhil, but the idea of taking their relationship to the next level was daunting. The thought of intertwining their lives, of navigating family dynamics and expectations, made her hesitate. Yet, as she looked into Akhil's eyes, she saw sincerity and love reflected back at her.

With a soft smile breaking through her initial uncertainty, she whispered, "Yes, Akhil. I want that too." The weight of their past lifted as joy enveloped them, sealing their commitment to a future filled with love, friendship, and the promise of forever. In that moment, everything felt right, and they knew that together, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

[coquettereaderx]

₊‧°𐐪 reunited souls 𐑂°‧₊

{Akhil and Sonam have been best of friends since childhood. They meet up after 10 years. Akhil is 27 Sonam is 26. They both ignore their feelings. They both got on like they did when they were little. Their families were so happy to reunite. One evening Sonams parents surprise her with the news of suitors coming tomorrow to see her one by one for her hand in marriage. Akhils family were happy. Sonam was shocked and Akhil was jealous}

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

Akhil stood in the living room, still processing the news that Sonam's parents had just dropped. He could feel a knot tightening in his stomach as he glanced at Sonam, who was clearly in shock. "Sonam, what was that all about?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and concern as he followed her upstairs.

Sonam turned to him, her eyes flashing with defensiveness. "What do you mean, Akhil? It's not like I have any say in this! If my parents think it's time for me to settle down, then I guess I just have to go along with it."

Akhil crossed his arms, trying to keep his emotions in check. "But more than 3 suitors? That's a bit much, don't you think? I mean, you just got back, and now they want you to pick someone to marry? It's like they're rushing you into something you're not ready for."

Sonam sighed, running a hand through her hair. "You should be happy for me! If you're truly my best friend, you'd support me. This is my life, Akhil, not some game we used to play as kids."

Akhil felt a pang of jealousy rise within him, but he tried to keep his voice steady. "I am happy for you, but it's just... I don't want to lose you to some guy who doesn't even know you like I do."

Sonam narrowed her eyes, her tone softening slightly. "Akhil, you won't lose me. We've been friends forever. Just because I might marry someone doesn't mean I'll forget about you."

"But what if that someone is not good enough for you?" Akhil blurted out, unable to contain his feelings any longer. "What if he doesn't treat you the way you deserve?"

Sonam stepped closer, her expression softening. "Akhil, you're my best friend. You should trust me to make my own choices. I'll figure this out, I promise."

Akhil looked into her eyes, feeling the weight of his unspoken feelings. "I just... I wish you could see that I care about you more than just as a friend."

Sonam paused, her breath hitching slightly. "What do you mean by that?"

Akhil swallowed hard, knowing he was treading on dangerous ground. "I mean, I don't want to see you with someone else. I've loved you for a long time now, Sonam."

The room fell silent as Sonam processed his words, her heart racing. "Akhil, I—"

Before she could finish, Akhil turned away, unsure of how to navigate the emotions swirling between them.

As Sonam and Akhil sat in the living room, the atmosphere was thick with tension and uncertainty. The doorbell rang, and Akhil glanced at Sonam, who was nervously tapping her foot on the floor. "Are you ready for this?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Sonam rolled her eyes, her frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "Ready? For what? To be paraded in front of a bunch of guys who don't know the first thing about me? This is ridiculous, Akhil."

Akhil chuckled softly, "Come on, it can't be that bad. Maybe one of them will surprise you."

Just then, the first suitor entered, a tall guy with an overly slick hairstyle and a flashy suit. He flashed a grin that could only be described as overly confident. "Hello, Sonam! I'm here to sweep you off your feet!"

Sonam raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "You're here to what, exactly?"

"Uh, I mean, I'm a great cook! I can make a mean biryani," he said, trying to recover.

Akhil couldn't help but laugh. "Biryani? Is that your best pitch? What's next?"

Sonam shot Akhil a glare,

"I'm not looking for a chef, just so you know."

The suitor quickly shifted tactics. "Well, I'm also a great dancer! I can take you out and show you the best spots in town."

"Great, but I'm not looking for a dance partner either," Sonam replied, crossing her arms.

The guy faltered, clearly out of his depth. "Uh, okay... well, I also have a pet iguana. His name is Barry!"

Akhil burst into laughter, unable to contain himself. "An iguana? Wow, that's a unique selling point."

Sonam shook her head, exasperated. "What am I supposed to do with an iguana? Is that supposed to impress me?"

The suitor stammered, "I mean, he's really cute!"

After what felt like an eternity, the first suitor finally left, and Sonam slumped back into the couch. "This is a disaster," she muttered, rubbing her temples.

Akhil leaned closer, trying to comfort her. "Hey, it's just one guy. Maybe the next one will be better."

The second suitor entered, and this time it was a guy who looked like he had just walked off the set of a reality show, complete with a designer outfit and an air of arrogance. "Hey there, Sonam! I'm a social media influencer. You should totally follow me!"

Sonam's expression turned to disbelief. "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope! I have over a million followers. I can help you become famous too!" he said, flashing a smile.

Akhil leaned back, shaking his head. "What's next? A guy who claims he can make you a TikTok star?"

Sonam couldn't help but laugh, her frustration momentarily forgotten. "Is this what my life has come to? Influencers and iguanas?"

As the suitors continued to come and go, each one more bizarre than the last, Sonam found herself growing increasingly annoyed. "This is not working out, Akhil. None of these guys are my type at all."

Akhil nodded, trying to suppress his laughter. "I can see that. It's like a bad reality show."

Finally, after what felt like hours, the last suitor—a quiet guy with glasses who barely made eye contact—walked in. He stammered through his introduction, and Sonam felt a pang of sympathy for him. But as he started talking about his collection of rare stamps, she knew she had to put an end to this madness.

"Akhil, I can't do this anymore," she said, her voice firm. "I need to talk to my parents. This is my life, and I shouldn't have to go through this ridiculous process."

Akhil looked at her, his expression serious. "You're right, Sonam. You deserve to choose for yourself, not be forced into something that doesn't feel right."

Sonam stood up, determination in her eyes. "I'm going to tell them how I feel. I want to make my own choices."

Akhil smiled, proud of her resolve. "I'll be right here with you. You're not alone in this."

As they walked towards the door, Sonam felt a rush of relief. Maybe this was the moment she would finally stand up for herself—and perhaps, just perhaps, it would lead to something more between her and Akhil.

Then entered another suitor. Sonam looked at him, he introduced himself as Rahul, her cheeks still flushed from the kiss on her hand. "Wow, that was really sweet of you," she said, still giggling.

Akhil crossed his arms, a smirk on his face. "Yeah, really sweet. Did you copy that from some website or something?" he teased, raising an eyebrow at Rahul.

Rahul chuckled, unfazed. "Come on, man! A little creativity goes a long way. Besides, I wrote it just for Sonam," he replied, glancing at her with a charming smile. "Don't you think she deserves a little romance?"

Sonam looked between the two, feeling the tension rise. "Guys, can we just... enjoy the moment?" she suggested, trying to ease the situation. "I appreciate the effort, Rahul. It's really nice."

Akhil leaned closer to Sonam, whispering, "You know I can write you a better poem anytime, right? Just say the word."

Sonam rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh really? Prove it then!"

Rahul leaned back, clearly amused. "Challenge accepted! But for now, let's focus on having a good time, shall we?"

Akhil shot Rahul a glare but then turned to Sonam with a grin. "Alright, but just know I'm not backing down."

Sonam laughed, feeling the playful rivalry between them. "This is going to be interesting!"

Rahul cleared his throat dramatically, looking directly into Sonam's eyes. "Your eyes, like stars that light the night,

Your smile, a beacon, so warm and bright.

In a world of chaos, you bring me peace,

With every glance, my worries cease."

Sonam couldn't help but giggle, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. "That's so sweet, Rahul! I love it!"

Akhil shifted uncomfortably, his jaw tightening. "Yeah, very original," he muttered under his breath, trying to mask his jealousy.

Meanwhile, Akhil's parents exchanged glances with Sonam's parents, who were sitting nearby, clearly puzzled by the tension in the room. "Is it just me, or is Akhil acting a bit off?" Akhil's mom whispered to Sonam's dad.

Sonam's dad nodded, leaning in. "I noticed that too. He seems... competitive. Do you think he likes Sonam?"

Akhil's dad shrugged. "It's possible. But with this Rahul guy around, it might be stirring up some feelings. We should keep an eye on it."

Back in the room, Sonam noticed Akhil's frown. "Akhil, are you okay? You seem a bit... off," she said, concern creeping into her voice.

Akhil forced a smile. "Yeah, just enjoying the poetry slam, you know?" His tone was light, but his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

Rahul, sensing the shift, chimed in, "Hey, Sonam, I could write another poem if you'd like! Maybe one about your laugh?"

Sonam laughed again, but Akhil's expression darkened. "How about you just let her enjoy the moment without trying so hard?" Akhil shot back, his voice sharper than intended.

Sonam raised an eyebrow, caught between the two. "Guys, let's just relax and have fun, okay?" she said, trying to defuse the tension.

In the garden, the smell of barbecue wafted through the air as Akhil and Sonam's parents chatted and prepared the grill. Meanwhile, Akhil and Rahul stood a few feet away, the tension palpable between them.

"Alright, here's the deal," Akhil said, trying to keep his voice light. "We each have to impress Sonam three times. Whoever does it first wins. Loser steps out."

Rahul smirked, "Sounds easy enough. Watch and learn, Akhil."

They both approached Sonam, who was laughing with her parents. Akhil went first, showing off his newly learned dance moves. "Hey, Sonam! Check this out!" He twirled around, trying to be amusing.

Sonam giggled, "Nice moves, Akhil! But why are you dancing ?"

Then it was Rahul's turn. He casually leaned against a tree and said, "Sonam, did you know that your smile can light up the darkest of days?"

Sonam blushed, "Aww, that's sweet, Rahul!"

The game continued, with Akhil trying to impress Sonam with his jokes, while Rahul pulled out all the charm he could muster. However, as the game went on, it became clear that Rahul was bending the rules. He resorted to exaggerating stories and clever tricks to win Sonam's attention.

Finally, after a few rounds, Rahul triumphantly declared, "I think that makes three for me, right? Looks like I win!"

Akhil's face flushed with anger. "Wait a minute! You cheated! That's not fair!"

Rahul shrugged, a smug grin on his face. "All's fair in love and games, Akhil."

Akhil couldn't hold back any longer. "You think you can just waltz in here and take her from me? You're pathetic!"

Before anyone could react, the two men were in each other's faces, shoving and shouting. "You're just a joke, Akhil! Sonam deserves better than you!" Rahul spat.

"What do you know about her? You're just using your tricks to win her over!" Akhil shot back, fists clenched.

Sonam's parents rushed over, their barbecue preparations forgotten. "Hey! Break it up!" Sonam's dad yelled, stepping between the two. Akhil's dad joined him, trying to separate the two men.

"Let go of me!" Akhil protested, struggling against his father's grip.

Sonam, furious, stepped forward. "Akhil, what's wrong with you? You're acting like a child! This isn't how you treat someone you care about!"

Akhil turned to her, his voice rising. "I care about you, Sonam! But this guy is just trying to play games with your feelings!"

"Maybe you should have thought about that before you started this competition!" Sonam shot back, her eyes blazing with frustration. "I can't believe you'd stoop so low!"

Akhil's heart sank as he saw the disappointment in her eyes. "I... I just wanted to show you I'm better than him," he stammered, realizing how foolish he sounded.

"Well, congratulations, you've just made things worse!" Sonam yelled, storming off, leaving both Akhil and Rahul stunned in the aftermath of their confrontation.

As the evening approached, the atmosphere in Akhil's house buzzed with anticipation. The scent of delicious food wafted through the air, and the sound of laughter echoed from the living room where decorations sparkled under the warm glow of fairy lights. Akhil's parents had gone all out to create a festive environment, hoping it would lift the spirits of both their son and Sonam.

"Are you sure about this, Mom?" Akhil asked, glancing at the colorful balloons and the table laden with treats. He was still feeling the weight of the unresolved tension between him and Sonam.

"Trust me, Akhil. A little celebration might just do the trick," his mother replied, adjusting a few decorations. "Besides, everyone will be here, and it will be a good distraction."

As guests began to arrive, Sonam walked in, looking hesitant yet curious. Her parents had insisted she come, believing it would be good for her to socialize. Akhil's heart raced as he caught sight of her. She looked beautiful, but there was a palpable distance between them.

"Hey, Sonam! You made it!" Akhil's father greeted her warmly, pulling her into a friendly hug. "We're so glad you're here. Come on in!"

Sonam forced a smile, trying to shake off the awkwardness. "Thank you, Uncle. It looks amazing here."

As the party progressed, laughter and chatter filled the room. Akhil's parents made sure to keep the atmosphere light, engaging guests in games and conversations. Akhil, however, found it hard to focus on anything but Sonam, who sat across the room, mingling with their friends.

"Why are you being so distant?" Akhil's best friend, Rohan, nudged him as they stood by the snack table. "Just go talk to her."

"I can't," Akhil sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Rohan rolled his eyes. "She doesn't hate you or anything. You both just need to talk it out. Look, I'll distract the others. You go."

Taking a deep breath, Akhil made his way toward Sonam, who was laughing with a group of friends. As he approached, he felt a surge of nerves. He stopped in his tracks as he saw Rahul enter.

Rahul entered with a confident swagger that seemed to shift the atmosphere. Spotting Sonam, he approached her with a grin. "Hey, Sonam! How's it going?" he greeted, his charm on full display.

Sonam returned the smile, albeit nervously. "Hi, Rahul. I'm good, thanks," she replied, trying to keep the conversation light.

"Come on, let's step outside for a moment," he suggested, leading her away before she could protest.

Five minutes passed, but to Akhil, it felt like an eternity. He glanced around, noticing Sonam still hadn't returned. "Where is she? She should've been back by now," he muttered, worry creeping into his voice.

"Maybe we should check on her," one of Akhil's friends suggested. "Let's go."

Without a second thought, Akhil bolted outside, his heart racing. As he stepped into the cool night air, his eyes widened at the sight before him. Sonam was pushing Rahul away, tears streaming down her cheeks as she shook her head. "No, Rahul! Please, stop!" she cried, her voice trembling.

Akhil felt a surge of rage. "Get away from her!" he shouted, charging at Rahul. In a blur of fists and fury, he confronted Rahul, who had been trying to press his lips against Sonam's.

"You're not going to treat her like that!" Akhil yelled as he landed a punch.

The commotion drew the attention of both sets of parents, who rushed over. "What's going on?" Akhil's mom exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock.

"Akhil, stop!" his dad shouted, trying to pull him back. But Akhil's best friend quickly stepped in, explaining, "Rahul was being unkind to Sonam. He was forcing her!"

Horrified, both parents turned to Sonam, who was still sobbing. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" Sonam's mom asked, concern etched on her face.

Akhil's heart pounded as he watched the scene unfold. The police were called, and soon after, Rahul was taken away in handcuffs, leaving a heavy silence behind.

As everyone returned inside, Sonam felt a mix of gratitude and embarrassment. She wanted to thank Akhil for stepping in, but the memory of their earlier argument lingered in her mind.

"Akhil," she began hesitantly, her voice soft. "I... I just wanted to say thank you. But I'm so embarrassed about everything."

Akhil met her gaze, his expression softening. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I just wanted to make sure you were safe," he replied, his tone sincere.

The tension between them hung in the air, but in that moment, it felt like a new understanding was beginning to form.

#romantic