Chapter 217: Corner Seat in Cinema (R-18)
"However... I called you because it really is urgent," Akanksha whispered, her voice barely audible. "And it truly is a matter of life and death. It’s related to my husband."
Without wasting time, she pulled out a small, worn pocket diary and pressed it into Rohit’s hand. "Here. This is the one I wanted to give you personally. He used to carry it everywhere. Maybe it’ll help."
Rohit frowned as he took the diary. With the auditorium lights already dimmed, reading it now was nearly impossible. He leaned closer. "What’s inside?"
Akanksha rolled her eyes. "Is figuring that out also my job? Why would I give it to you then, genius?"
Before Rohit could reply, the middle-aged man seated in front of them turned around with an irritated expression.
"Excuse me," he muttered. "Could you two keep your voices down? The movie’s about to start."
Rohit immediately nodded while pocketing the diary. "My apologies."
The man turned back toward the screen. Akanksha stared at Rohit for a second before suppressing a quiet laugh.
"Hah! I never thought I’d live to see the day you apologized to a stranger."
Rohit hushed her. "Can you be quiet for a moment? I need to focus."
His gaze swept across the auditorium, instinctively mapping the exits and counting the rows between them and the nearest doors. If those two men entered, he wanted to see them first.
Akanksha watched his focused expression and smiled softly. "You’re still thinking about them?"
Rohit didn’t answer.
The advertisements faded, and the opening credits began rolling across the screen as darkness swallowed the hall. Akanksha slowly leaned closer until her shoulder brushed his. Her fingers gently traced the line of his jaw, turning his face toward her.
"Relax," she murmured, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. Their faces were now inches apart, close enough to feel the warmth of her breath. "If you think I dragged you here just to hand over that diary... you’re in for a surprise."
Rohit finally turned, frowning as he tried to read her face in the dim light.
"What do you want?" he asked, voice low.
Akanksha’s eyes sparkled with playful defiance. She leaned into his ear, her hand resting lightly on his thigh. "I can tell you everything..." She turned toward the movie, her voice dropping to a bare whisper. "But do you really want me to speak right now?"
Rohit quickly checked their surroundings. With two seats vacant nearby and everyone already absorbed in the movie, they could still converse in low tones. His patience flared. ’What is this bitch trying to play?’
As if reading his mind, she glanced sideways at him with a teasing smile. "What if someone hears us and you have to apologize again?"
Understanding dawned on Rohit. ’She’s in heat.’
A dangerous little smile curved Rohit’s lips. He casually draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.
"Listen, sweetheart... you’re wasting our limited time," he whispered, his tone both teasing and warning.
Without hesitation, his hand slipped beneath her dupatta, sliding under the thin fabric of her salwar and bra. His rough palm cupped her breast fully, fingers teasing her sensitive nipple as he kneaded the soft flesh.
Akanksha’s breath hitched sharply. Heat flooded her body.
"If you quicken the report," he murmured against her ear, "we’ll have enough time to play before we leave quietly."
Silence stretched for a while.
"You never fail to amuse me," she breathed, her voice shaky with arousal. "Fine... there’s a bounty on your head." She dropped the bomb casually.
Rohit’s hand paused.
Akanksha took a slow, shaky breath and continued, "After Jayesh’s death, my husband became truly paranoid. He trusts no one. At first, he only suspected you. But after he was attacked, he lost it completely. He’s decided to eliminate anyone he finds even slightly suspicious. Your name came late... but it’s definitely on his list."
Rohit’s mind raced. ’The attack was meant to divert suspicion, not push Mittal into a full-blown hunt.’
"How are you so sure?" he whispered. "Did you hear anything specific? Did he contact anyone?"
Akanksha shook her head. "Nothing concrete. But I saw him on a call talking about elimination. Then I found this diary hidden away and stole it. Your name is inside. That’s when I knew."
She looked at him, worry cutting through the flirtation. "Rohit... why did you kill Jayesh? It was you, wasn’t it? Look at the mess it’s created."
Rohit sighed, offering no real answer as he stared ahead.
He finally nodded. "Yeah... I did it. But he crossed a line I couldn’t ignore any longer."
Akanksha put her hands on his shoulders and squeezed his hand harder against her breast. "It’s okay. I knew he must have deserved it."
Rohit felt pleased by her attitude. She didn’t probe too much and still chose to believe in him. That was a great deal of trust. Perhaps he needed to raise her place in his life.
He gave a small nod. "Thanks." He paused. "If you need me for anything, let me know."
Just then, Akanksha’s warm palm slid boldly over the front of his pants, gripping his hardening cock. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear.
"Actually... I really need a big favor."
She paused, biting her lip. A rare flicker of shyness crossed her face as she hesitated, "Can you..." her voice dropping into a barely audible whisper with a faint stammer." I mean... I want to have a baby!"
Rohit raised an eyebrow as she continued with frustration " I’m tired of that bastard..."
Before she could finish, the sound of heavy footsteps and voices echoed through the auditorium.
A group of men accompanied by security barged in.
Torchlights swept across the seats row by row.
Rohit instantly pulled his hand back. Akanksha’s playful expression vanished as she clutched his shoulder tightly.
"Rohit..."
He hushed her and quickly shifted to the empty seat beside him. "Duck," he ordered under his breath.
Akanksha immediately slid down, ducking beneath the seats.
Her face hovered dangerously close to his lap in the tight, shadowed space.
The risk was insane — one wrong glance from above and they would be caught — but that only seemed to excite her more.
The security team reached their row.
Thanks to loud protests from other viewers, they couldn’t enter fully and only swept their torches over the area. They noticed the now-empty seat and eventually moved on.
The moment the torchlights passed them, both Rohit and Akanksha let out a collective sigh of relief.
Before Rohit could say anything, Akanksha’s fingers finished what they started.
With a wicked little smile hidden in the dark, she freed his throbbing cock from his pants.
Rohit rolled his eyes, a mix of exasperation and dark amusement crossing his face. ’This woma’’n is actually insane.’
He kept his posture relaxed, eyes fixed on the movie screen as if nothing was happening.
His face remained composed, jaw tight, one arm resting casually on the back of the seat. But beneath the surface, his pulse hammered.
Akanksha’s warm breath ghosted over his length before her soft lips wrapped around the swollen head.
She took him in slowly, her hot, wet mouth enveloping him inch by inch. The contrast between the cool theater air and the slick heat of her tongue made his cock twitch hard.
She sucked him greedily, hollowing her cheeks as she worked the first half of his shaft with slow, sensual strokes.
Her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside, teasing and worshipping every inch.
Soft, wet sounds barely rose above the movie’s soundtrack. Rohit’s fingers tightened on the armrest — the only visible sign of his struggle for control.
Emboldened, Akanksha tried to take him deeper. She pushed forward, attempting to swallow more, only to choke softly as he hit the back of her throat. The sudden constriction sent a raw spike of pleasure through him.
She pulled back slightly, eyes watering, but didn’t stop. Instead, she licked around the head messily before diving down again with renewed hunger.
Rohit’s breath grew heavier.
His free hand finally moved to her head, fingers threading through her hair. He gripped firmly, guiding her rhythm as he pushed deeper into her eager mouth.
The wet heat, the soft gagging sounds, the way her throat fluttered around him — it was driving him wild.
His hips twitched subtly, fucking her mouth with restrained thrusts while his face stayed perfectly composed, eyes fixed on the screen as if nothing was happening.
Unable to hold back any longer, Rohit tightened his grip in her hair and pulled her off his throbbing cock with a wet pop.
Saliva glistened on Akanksha’s lips and chin as she looked up at him, breathing hard, her eyes dark with lust.
"Come with me," Rohit said, his voice low and rough. He tucked his dick back into his pants and stood, extending his hand toward her.
Akanksha blinked, still dazed, and slowly took his hand. As he helped her to her feet, she whispered breathlessly, "The movie...?"
Rohit brushed a thumb across the corner of her lips, wiping away the evidence before anyone else noticed.
"First," he murmured, voice dark with promise, "we’ll finish your favor somewhere safer."
Akanksha followed him on silent steps toward the exit. He paused at the door, carefully checking outside before gesturing for her to follow.
As everyone remained focused on the movie, they moved quickly through the empty corridor and slipped into the women’s washroom.