Chapter 239: Consoling A Hearbroken Wife - Part 3 (R-18)
The elevator doors slid shut behind them, sealing the two of them inside a space that suddenly felt much smaller than before.
Sheetal turned toward Rohit with a slow, hesitant smile. There was something almost challenging in it.
Rohit stepped closer, bracing one hand against the wall beside her. Their faces were inches apart.
"You know..." His voice dropped. "If I don’t do anything now, I might regret it for the rest of my life."
Sheetal held his gaze. She didn’t retreat, nor did she move closer.
"...Arya will hate us if she ever finds out."
Rohit smiled. He gently took her hands and draped them around his neck before moving closer.
"She doesn’t need to know."
He lifted her chin with one finger.
"My only concern is whether you’re willing."
Her eyes filled with tears again. For several seconds, she simply stared at him.
Then she nodded.
Rohit’s expression softened. He brushed the tears from her cheeks with both thumbs.
"Then don’t worry about anything tonight. You don’t have to carry all of it anymore."
He drew her into his arms and kissed her.
For a moment, the office, the nightclub, the scandal, the humiliation—all of it seemed to disappear.
The elevator chimed.
They broke apart just as the doors opened.
A janitor stepped inside, glanced at the two of them standing unusually close, then at their still-linked hands.
She gave them a brief, knowing smile.
Sheetal immediately looked down, her face turning crimson.
Rohit, meanwhile, looked completely unbothered.
The doors closed again.
They continued upward.
By the time the elevator reached the twelfth floor, Sheetal’s face was still burning. Yet she made no attempt to release Rohit’s hand.
The doors opened.
Rohit led her into the empty hallway.
This time, neither of them said anything.
He unlocked the room, pushed the door open, and gently pulled Sheetal inside.
The door shut behind them with a soft, final click.
There was complete darkness with a faint rays of moonlight lighting the room with enough light to feel appearances.
He unlocked the room, pushed the door open, and gently pulled Sheetal inside.
The door shut behind them with a soft, final click.
Complete darkness settled over the room, broken only by thin streams of moonlight. The pale light traced the outline of her figure, catching on her lips and the exposed line of her collarbone. For a moment neither of them moved. The silence itself felt intimate — thick with anticipation.
Rohit could hear her soft breathing. He could feel the quiet tension radiating from her body as she stood so close to him in the dark.
He stepped in.
Rohit caught her by the hips and backed her against the wall with just enough firmness to make her breath hitch. One hand pinned her shoulder lightly to the cool surface while the other slid under the hem of her skirt, traveling slowly up her thigh.
A visible shiver ran through her body.
His fingers brushed over the thin fabric of her purple panties, tracing the soft outline of her pussy lips. The heat that met his touch was immediate — wet and warm — burning against his fingertips as he gently caressed the damp material.
Sheetal’s body locked up. She didn’t move at all. Only a hard, shaky exhale left her lips as her eyes turned glassy.
A smug smile curved Rohit’s mouth.
His free hand moved to her chest. One by one, he unbuttoned her shirt with unhurried, practiced precision — the movements of a man who had done this many times before.
The fabric parted, dropping on floor, revealing a matching purple bra and the pale skin that refused to stay completely hidden with every rising breath.
He squeezed one soft breast through the lace, earning a small, leaking moan from her throat. Then he slid the straps down her arms.
The cups fell away, and her full, round breasts spilled free — heavy, warm, and completely unrestrained.
Her light-brown nipples and wide areolas looked almost too inviting. For a moment Rohit simply stared, throat tightening.
’Damn... those have to be at least a 34E. what a pleasant surprise.’
The thought hit him hard. Under the office suit earlier, her chest hadn’t looked this eye-catching. Now, fully exposed, the proportion and weight of them left him briefly impressed — and hungry.
"Rohit..."
That single word was all she managed to say, but it carried everything. Soft, needy, almost pleading to be taken apart.
It was enough to pull him back from simply staring like a drooling idiot.
The smug smile returned. He lifted the same fingers that had been rubbing between her legs and pressed them lightly against her lips, letting her taste the faint scent of her own arousal.
He traced her ruby-red lips slowly and murmured,
"You’re really beautiful."
The quiet compliment landed harder than any rough demand could have.
Sheetal looked up at him, face flushed, a small breathless smile on her lips.
"Then kiss me," she whispered.
Rohit leaned in — but she moved first.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down, crushing her mouth against his. The sudden push surprised him for half a second before he recovered, stumbling slightly against a table behind him.
His tongue slid past her lips, meeting hers in a wet, tangled exchange. Saliva mixed as they fought for control — sucking, swirling, turning the kiss deeper with every second.
Sheetal’s hands moved quickly between them, pushing his shirt open and off his shoulders while she kept her mouth locked to his. Rohit shrugged the fabric away without breaking the kiss. When her fingers reached his belt, he toed off his shoes one after another, kicking them aside toward an unnamed corner of the room so they wouldn’t get in the way.
He gripped her slim waist and answered her hunger with equal force.
Her bare breasts pressed soft and full against his chest like living cushions. His hands dropped lower, squeezing her hips hard through the fabric of her skirt before pushing the material up. Fingers dug into the sheer pantyhose, kneading the firm flesh of her ass cheeks while he continued to devour her mouth.
Still kissing, Rohit guided her backward. Sheetal’s hands rubbed over his head and neck as they moved together toward the bed.
The back of her knees hit the mattress.
She buckled, and both of them fell onto the bed together — still locked in the kiss, still unwilling to separate. Their hands kept roaming, pulling at clothes, exploring whatever skin they could reach.
The room filled with the quiet, wet sounds of their kiss and the soft rustle of clothing being shoved aside.
Rohit shifted, settling over her upper naked body, his own bare form pinning her gently to the mattress.
Sheetal’s breath caught as his mouth left hers and began trailing down her neck, then lower, toward the curve of her breasts.
Her skin felt warm and impossibly soft beneath his lips. The scent of her was already intoxicating.
He took his time.
Slow kisses. Soft tasting. Lingering just long enough to make her squirm with anticipation.
"mmmh..."
Sheetal arched her back against the bed, pressing her breasts more firmly against his face.
"Suck it, Rohit," she pleaded, eyes half-lidded with pure pleasure.
Rohit obeyed.
His lips found one peaked nipple.
His tongue circled it once, teasing, before he took it fully into his mouth and sucked.
She gasped, fingers tightening in his hair as she held him there.
He moved hungrily from one breast to the other, sucking, licking, drawing soft, broken sounds from her throat.
He could feel her heart racing under his mouth. Her body trembled beneath him. The scent of her skin pulled him deeper, like falling into something bottomless.
Still not rushing, he continued lower. His lips and tongue traced slow, lingering kisses across her skin, moving further down her body.