Khushi had barely been able to breathe the past two weeks. With Meenal's wedding only days away, the house had turned into a circus of relatives, rituals, endless lists, and late-night preparations.

She had smiled, helped, fussed, and even laughed, but inside she burned with frustration. In all that chaos she hadn't had a single chance to meet Vicky.

Every time she thought she might sneak away for even ten minutes, someone needed her or her aunt calling her to the kitchen, her uncle asking her to fetch a list, Meenal herself dragging her along for last-minute shopping.

Vicky kept constantly calling her over the phone but she did not have a chance to talk to him properly like the last two weeks. He became so desperate to meet her that he sent hundreds of texts, but she didn't get the time to check her Instagram.

So when Meenal insisted Khushi come with her to the saree shop that afternoon, Khushi almost groaned aloud. Another round of heavy silk draped and pinned, another hour of nodding and pretending interest.

But there was no choice for her as it was her cousin's wedding, so she agreed. They decided which shop to visit, Meenal's favorite saree shop around the corner. It was a big shop and very less crowded. The shop's name was Reshim Elegance.

That night Khushi got some time to talk to Vicky, and she told him how stressful these wedding preparations had been. She also told him they were visiting the saree shop tomorrow.

The next morning went the same way, with preparations and getting ready. She didn't want to go out shopping, but it was Meenal's wedding so she had to go and pretend that she was not stressed.

So they stepped out, booked an Ola, and went to the shop.

But the moment she stepped into the shop and caught Vicky's eyes from across the counter, her heart gave a wild leap.

What the hell is Vicky doing here, she thought for a second, her eyes wide, looking at him like what the hell. She smiled, and he smiled back.

Meenal asked, "Do you know him?"

"No."

"Alright," she said.

He was leaning casually near a rack stacked with bright fabrics, pretending to be busy with his phone, but that smirk curling his lips told her he had been waiting for her.

He winked at her.

Khushi froze in her step, her throat going dry. Meenal didn't notice, too busy greeting the shopkeeper and asking about the latest arrivals. Khushi swallowed hard, her pulse drumming in her ears. She hadn't seen Vicky in so long, not touched him, not felt his hands. And here he was, standing in the middle of a saree shop like temptation itself.

She wanted to run to him, but she knew better. She followed Meenal deeper into the shop, her cousin fussing over color combinations, her voice shrill with excitement. Khushi pretended to nod and agree, but her eyes kept flicking sideways, to where Vicky drifted closer to the trial rooms at the back. He gave her a look, just one sharp glance, and then slipped silently behind a tall stack of folded sarees, vanishing from sight.

Khushi's stomach tightened. She knew what he meant.

"Khushi, tum bhi ek do try kar lo na," Meenal said, pressing a rich maroon saree into her arms. "Shaadi mein tumhe bhi nayi cheez pehni chahiye."

Khushi forced a smile, nodding quickly. "Haan, chalo dekh leti hoon."

She clutched the saree and walked to the trial rooms, her knees weak, her chest heavy with anticipation. The shop had only a couple of cubicles and only few customers. The trial room was big enough.

She slipped into one, her breath ragged, and closed the door. The space was slightly bigger than she expected, a bench along one wall and a mirror nailed crookedly. She laid the saree down, her hands trembling.

Then, from behind the pile of stacked fabrics shoved in the corner, Vicky emerged.

"Vicky," she whispered, her voice trembling with both fear and need.

He grinned, his eyes dark with hunger. "Soch liya tha, tu aayegi zaroor. Itne din se taras gaya tha, kal tune shop ka nam bataya to lo... mai hajir hogaya..."

Her heart slammed in her chest as he pulled her into his arms, the scent of him flooding her senses. His lips crashed down on hers, rough and desperate, and she melted against him, clutching his shirt like she'd drown without him.

Weeks of pent-up heat poured out in that kiss, her moan muffled against his mouth as his hands slid over her waist, tugging her pallu loose in one swift motion.

"Arrey madam, fitting theek hai na?" the shopkeeper's voice drifted from outside.

Khushi gasped and pressed herself tighter to Vicky, muffling her sound into his chest. Vicky chuckled softly, biting her ear. "Bolna toh padhega, warna shak ho jaayega, teri cusine bhi hai bahar"

She shook her head furiously, eyes wide with panic, but her body betrayed her, hips pressing into him, thighs quivering as his hand slid beneath her blouse, cupping her breast firmly.

"Meenal bahar hai," she hissed, voice breaking.

"Kya baat hai aaj saree pehani hai tune?", he said in her mouth.

"Han...ahhh.hmmm..Koi dekh lega Vicky... tu pagal hai", she said in his mouth, trying to get off him. But he pulled her again closer.

"Woh apni shaadi ke liye busy hai. Mujhe teri shaadi jaisi lag rahi hai abhi," he murmured, his hand working her nipple into a hard peak through the thin fabric, making her knees almost buckle.

Khushi gripped his wrist, her breath ragged, but instead of stopping him she pressed harder, begging silently for more. Vicky only smirked and pressed his lips to her throat, kissing, biting, sucking until she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.

"Khushi, chal na, dusra rang bhi dekh le," Meenal called from outside.

"Bas... ek minute," Khushi croaked, her voice hoarse, hoping it sounded normal.

Vicky had already slipped his hand lower, past her stomach, teasing the knot of her petticoat. His fingers tugged playfully, loosening it just enough that the saree threatened to fall apart. Khushi's eyes widened in panic, but his lips silenced her again, tongue pushing deep into her mouth, his kiss swallowing every muffled moan she tried to hold back.

"Tu pagal hai, Vicky," she panted when he pulled back for breath.

"Pagal tu hai... mujhe aise chhod kar kaise gayi thi? Itne din se mili nahi...na thik se baat" His hand dipped beneath the fabric, sliding between her thighs, his fingers stroking over the damp cotton of her panties. "Dekho kitna bheeg gayi hai."

Khushi's body jerked at the touch, her forehead pressing against his chest, her hands fisting his shirt as she tried to stay silent. The shopkeeper's voice came again, "Madam, aur design dikhau kya?"

"Fuck...abhi pakade jayenge", She said.

"No way, maine sab setting kiya hai tu ghabra mat", He said

"What setting"

"Batata hun badme", He said pulling her closer, rubbing her thighs.

Her entire body trembled. Vicky pressed his lips to her ear, whispering, "Main yahi karunga, abhi. Tumhe yahi chhodunga, I'll fuck you right here..." His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her panty, brushing her bare folds, wet and hot.

She gasped, clamping her hand over her mouth, but he didn't stop. Two fingers slid inside, slow and deep, filling her tightness as his thumb pressed her clit.

Khushi's knees buckled. She clutched at him desperately, her whole body shivering as he worked her open in that tiny room. Every thrust of his fingers made her hips rock against him, her saree slipping more and more.

Meenal's voice was suddenly right outside, "Khushi, itna time kyun lag raha hai? Dikha mujhe bhi!"

Khushi almost cried out. She slapped her palm against the door to hold it close, her other hand clawing at Vicky's arm as he fucked her with his fingers harder, faster, thumb grinding her swollen clit in relentless circles.

She shook her head wildly, whispering, "Ruk ja... ruk ja...Vicky please samjh na..." but her hips moved in helpless rhythm, grinding back, her body begging for release.

Vicky kissed her fiercely, muffling her scream as the orgasm ripped through her. She convulsed in his arms, her pussy clenching tight around his fingers, wetness gushing onto his hand. She shook violently, biting his lip hard to stop herself from crying out as her climax tore her apart.

He held her tight, his hand still moving slow inside her, dragging every last shiver out of her body until she sagged against him, trembling and weak. He pulled his fingers free, glistening with her wetness, and licked them clean with a wicked grin.

Outside, Meenal was still hovering. "Khushi?" she called again, suspicion in her tone.

Khushi buried her face in Vicky's chest, whispering desperately, "Nikal ja abhi... warna pakde jaayenge."

Vicky chuckled softly, tucking her saree back into place with quick, rough hands. He kissed her cheek, whispered, "Main samhal lunga. Bas chali  ja bahar jaise kuch hua hi nahi, I'll hide behind this pile of sarees"

"Lekin pakada gaya to tu", She said tensed.

"Nahi javunga, tu ja...there's another door to the store behind these piles of sarees, don't worry you go".

She nodded.

Khushi straightened herself as best she could, smoothed her hair, and took one long, shaky breath before pulling the curtain open.

Meenal stood right there, her eyes narrowing at Khushi's flushed face and trembling hands. "Tu thik toh hai na?"

Khushi forced a laugh, shaking her head. "Haan bas... thoda garmi jyada hai na., ye wali saree nikalke fir try kiya na so time lag gaya..."

Meenal frowned but turned back to the shopkeeper, who was holding another stack of sarees. Khushi dared one quick glance back at the open door of trial room. Vicky was gone, hidden again behind the pile of folded fabric like a shadow.

Her heart still hammered in her chest. She knew she should feel terrified, ashamed but all she could feel was the wet heat still clinging between her thighs and the promise of what Vicky would do when they finally got a chance to be alone again.