My mum was supportive after I opened up about my experience in South India. I felt silly because I knew I should have been more guarded around these men, they were well known for their antics and I was no child. But why did women have to carry this burden? Why was the burden not on men to not be savages?
I had a couple of days of downtime before I was thrown into the promotion of the comedy movie. My mom seemed distracted as she had seemed quite often these days, as she focused on my career. But she was even more distracted now. She had little time for in these days.
A few times, she would disappear for hours in the middle of the day and come home late at night. There were subtle changes in the way she dressed. The saris were more trendy and I would even suggest inappropriate for a woman her age but I did not say anything. We were getting attention as the promos began for my first movie in a long time and I liked being in front of the bright lights after so long. I missed being the centre of attention.
The media was relentless and I would inevitably get questions about my nepo ex. I was batting them away as I tried to avoid the subject.
"Mom, my underwear keeps going missing!" I screamed in frustration as I looked at my panty drawer frustrated. I was down to my last thong.
"Why are you screaming so loud? We live in an apartment. The neighbors will hear you scream about your underwear," she said as she went red embarrassed.
"Half of my thongs are missing. You need to speak to the maid," I said keeping my voice a little lower.
"Oh. I might have borrowed one or two," she replied sheepishly. I felt the greatest ick of all time as I imagined my mother wearing my thongs. It almost put me off wearing them all together but I never felt comfortable in anything else. I literally got the shivers as I imagined her in a thong.
"You can keep them," I replied. It was time I bought some new underwear. I always felt a little sexy at wearing a new untouched thong.
My mom was behaving so strange. She hated thongs and usually complained they gave her a wedgie but she was now squeezing into my small thongs. I didn't dwell on it though as I was soon distracted by my busy schedule.
The press tour was only two weeks and it was grueling. The interviews took hours and I was in a room with interviewers for hours.
Smita Rey was one such interviewer. She was your typical showbiz gossip columnist and I was confident she had been writing most of the blinds about me.
"A lot of my followers say," she uses her followers as an excuse to ask what she is too afraid to ask herself.
"...that your timing was so bad. Just when Sully (my ex) had his launch, you broke up or the rumor is that he dumped you. Which is true?" she said with a giggle as though her comment was not to be taken seriously.
"You see, with nepo kids, they never quite satisfy the audiences, and they can never quite satisfy their women," I replied and her eyes went so big I thought they were going to pop out of her skull.
Perhaps, I should not have gone there, but the constant questions around my ex were really pissing me off and I was aware of the rumors that were on the blinds pages of the internet.
I left the interview, not thinking much more than I had vented a bit of the frustration. It in fact felt good, I was finally winning since that night I was beaten and kicked out of his house.
It was the end of a busy day and I felt beat as I read a new script from Ajit Sharma. My mom had already secured a new role for me and it began filming shortly after the press tour ended.
My phone began to beep but I ignored it. The stream of beeps was consistent and it was harder for me to ignore. In the end, I opened the phone to a barrage of messages from everyone in the industry.
My mother managed my social media so I no longer had access to it. I had a private account with a fake name that I used to sometimes spy on social media comments about me.
My throwaway comment about my ex was all over social media. Like it was top trending and I enjoyed it for a moment, the memes about my ex's small cock was a particular delight. It was not particularly small, but that is what was inferred by the fans.
It was wrong of me to revel in my ex's misery but I loved that he was getting some mockery after what he put me through.
The media hype around the movie became a lot greater after this comment. The showbiz reports and paparazzi were in greater numbers around every event we were attending.
The movie exceeded all expectations in the first few weeks of release and topped the charts. It was a surprise hit but it was the boost my comeback needed.
There was not a moment to waste in dwelling on this success, as my next project was soon commencing. For this one, I was fortunate enough to be flying to the Maldives for filming. A free holiday, while working, was never to be sniffed at.
My mom insisted on coming and we had a villa to ourselves but Ajit was staying next door. The filming was kind of laid back and fun and I was surprised to see my mom conversing so frequently with Ajit. She was always a flirt with men but her interactions sent my senses tingling and the idea of her making another catastrophic error with a man filled me with dread.
I tried to not let her distract me from my role and as my career was going in the right direction, I wanted to build on what I had. To my surprise, Ajit was behaving very professionally. He was almost behaving and I absolutely hated the idea of this but he was acting like a father figure and it was weird since my previous interactions with him were so different. He was creepy with his indirect requests for a kiss but I put it down to him being drunk and he seemed professional and dare I say kind in a normal work setting.
A lot of the scenes were with a summery feel and I was dressed in a bikini with a see through sarong for most scenes. I felt hot and sexy but I had no one I could let loose with on this set. Most mornings I woke up with the bed sheet between my legs as I grinded my wet throbbing pussy against it. Most of my mornings were spent having long showers as I fingered myself to orgasm.
My mom would disappear for hours at a time, but I did not complain as she seemed to be able to relax here. I wanted to see her happy but my mother always made the worst decisions when it came to men and this was always a fear for me.
As I was feeling lonely, I began to look for distractions. Just as luck would have it, Adnan was on set on one of our days. He was a model turned actor and he did the odd Bollywood movie. He had a small cameo role in this movie and he was here for a few days to shoot the scenes. He was super hot, tall, strong jaw line, strong hair line and he had an elegance about him. His physique was good without trying too hard. He was just the distraction I needed.
After a few conversations, he asked to take me out to dinner, in an informal and casual way but there was an undercurrent of sexual tension and attraction in our conversations. His piercing dark brown eyes always had the habit of making me sigh and bite my bottom lip. I readily agreed to his request for a date. In many ways, I had been making excuses to be alone with him. I needed some romance in my life, away from the creepy world of Bollywood. Someone my own age, who was fucking hot and whose body I desperately wanted to ruin.
It was our first informal date and it was casual. Like a getting to know you, even though so much is written about me online, his conversations were more about me as a person rather than the persona that was built up around me. He was funny and had a natural charisma. He even walked me back to my door after it. There was a moment's pause at the door. He looked into my eyes as he sized me up and tried to read my mind. I saw in his eyes the moment he realized what we both wanted the second before he leaned in for a kiss. Yep, I badly wanted this but I wanted to play coy. I really liked him. I mean, I really liked him. So I refused the kiss on our first date.
The next day, we go out again, and again, I refuse to kiss. It feels cute each time and he smiles in frustration in a hungry way.
The third date, he drops me to my door once more. His pause is a little longer this time, I wonder if he is thinking about the rejections of the last two nights as I look into his dark piercing eyes. I can get lost in those dark mysterious eyes. He caresses my cheek on this occasion with his thumb. He seems to be testing me this time. He is not to be deterred as he leans in once more. This time, I am ready, for a kiss, at least.
My lips meet his lips, soft but eager. Slowly enveloping my lips and then his tongue parting my lips. It was good, fuck, he was good and I was melting to the sensations.
One of his hands resting on my hip. I feel his fingers press into my flesh as he takes firm hold of me and the other hand caressing my face. I place my arm around his waist and our bodies gravitated together.
I was deep in the kiss and he had me against the door. His body parts my legs and I need to stop this. I can't give too much too quickly but I also want to give him everything. I can feel my clit throbbing as he presses his body against me. He has me in a tight embrace but I am able to eventually pull apart.
We were both breathing heavily but this was someone I had to play hard to get with. I was seriously horny at this point but I planned to wait on sealing the deal. At least a few more days, despite the throbbing feeling in my cunt and my ever building need. I really liked this man.
He only had a few more days of the shoot left so I had to move quickly. We ended up together most evenings and I was being a literal cocktease. But I was teasing myself as much as I was teasing him. I needed a good dicking as much as the next girl. I had felt his pressed against me on our last embrace and I desperately needed it inside of me.
It was his second to last night and I was done with all of the teasing. My mom had been away for most nights, she seemed to be enjoying herself and I was never quite aware of where she was going.
As I am confident the villa will be free, I begin to plan the setting for seduction of Adnan. We are on the sofa, a glass of wine each as we get more and more comfortable with each other. Hands touching, leg stroking, caressing, soft kisses of the cheek, neck, shoulder. We are playful and cute with each other. It has been too long since I was with someone normal. I had seen too many creeps lately.
I felt his lips press against mine and I had longed for this kiss for so long. His body felt so good next to me. His lips felt tender, he slowly wet my lips and our saliva began to mix as we kissed.
We were kissing and it was getting intense. He was between my legs but we were still fully clothed, though my dress was hitched up and my red thong was becoming visible. The kiss was passionate and intense.
I hear my mom, giggling, stumbling, really drunk. She stumbles in.
Adnan quickly resumes a seated position and helps me up. A gentlemanly move that I liked.
"I hope I was not interrupting," my mom said as she walked into the room.
I was red and flustered. My lipstick smudged and all over Adnan. She was definitely interrupting but I thought better of saying anything.
The point I really should have said something was when she began asking Adnan about his agency representation and opportunities. She was being a cockblock by talking about work.
It was an hour later that Adnan said he should be going back. I sighed in frustration as I realized it would be another long shower in the morning. I would have only one more opportunity with him before he flies out. He had some remote modeling shoot after this so would be difficult to contact for a few weeks.
On his last night, I did not want any further interruptions so I went over to his place. It was a chill evening again. Wine, talking, cuddling, brief kisses, touches, glances, eye contact. It was everything I needed right now. Slow, easy and romantic.
He was soon between my legs once more and hitching up my skirt. We were on the couch and the apartment had an ocean view. The doors to the balcony were open and a gentle breeze was coming in.
I liked that he was into the intimacy of it rather than just sex. He placed emphasis on the kissing and touching just as much as the disrobing.
I began to undo his belt as he lifted my dress up. I used my feet to push his pants down as he lifted the dress up and over my head.
It felt good to be in this embrace with such a man. Soon, we were tearing the remaining clothes off us as he carried me to bed.
"Uff! Oh!" I moaned as he lay deep kisses and bites on my inner thighs. I was perfectly waxed and moisturized as I had hoped for this eventuality.
I could feel his hot breath as he spread my lips for him. I bit my fist and looked away in anticipation.
A hot and heavy kiss lands on my pussy lips.
"Yes! Yes!" I moan as I pull his hair and wrap my thighs around his head. It only served to increase his pressure as my body contorts to his manipulations.
His fingers push into the flesh of my thighs. He is strong and I can feel his power as he takes hold of my body and dominates me.
He is kissing and sucking my clit. Each time he sucks on my clit, he flicks his tongue sensually across my clit several times. My back arches and twists as his fingers continue to massage my pussy muscles while his tongue is also fucking me when he is not on my clit. I can feel myself drip from his attention. I know I am coating him and marking him with my scene.
I rock my head back in a sense of delirium as he begins to take control of my body and mind.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" He is driving me wild.
I can already feel an orgasm as my muscles tighten and I release my fluids over him.
"Uff! Oh god! Adnan!" I moan as my eyes roll into back of my head and my head is thrown back flicking my hair back. I am sure I squirted or even let out a little pee but he does not complain and climbs up between my legs.
"You are so sexy. Smart and sexy," I pull him towards me as I listen to his compliments. I love being adored for being me.
Soon he has me in another intense kiss. As our kiss deepens, I can feel him rubbing against my hot wet pussy. He has me burning after his tongue worked me up.
I can taste myself on him and it turned me on. I could feel him press against my wet and inviting vagina. He pushes in and the movements are gentle. I can feel his head pass my lips. I am wet and dripping and he has made my pussy soft pliable for his hard cock.
He is kissing down my chin and kisses my neck with deep passionate kisses. I feel his cock push into me and I feel him take me. He is slow and sensual in his movements. He wants to make love to me. He wants to feel every muscle and ever movement from my cunt. My hands are roaming over his hair and tussling it. I let my nails dig into his back. I want to mark him, bite him and make him mine.
"Uff! Adnan! Zor se!" I beg. I wasn't the type to speak Hindi during sex. I was a New York girl but he brought it out of me.
He is biting my neck and shoulder as he makes a firm thrust inside of me.
"Oh, Adnan!" I moaned as my toes curled and I threw my head back once more. Another orgasm rocked my body.
Sex was not new to me but he was slowly opening up my body. The timing and chemistry between our bodies was perfectly melding together. He was not trying to hammer away but he was connecting with my body.
His thrusts began at a gentle pace as he eased me through my orgasm.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" I moaned as my body was feeling limp after multiple orgasms.
His tempo was steady and responding to the needs of my body. There was a connection between us on a spiritual level.
I drew him back into a kiss as his thrusts picked up speed just as the needs and wants of my body increased. It was like he was reading my mind and our bodies were connected on a deep level.
My pussy gripped his cock and I was grinding back against his cock each time it thrust deep inside of me. It felt so good that it was hard to describe.
"Uh! Uh! Adnan! You are so good!" I moan as I feel him in my depths.
We were both sweating and hot from the strenuous work. I could feel the sweat drip from his body on to me and it built this intimacy between us.
I clamped on to him as my body felt a final powerful orgasm. He slammed deep inside of me and hit a particularly deep point.
"Oh Adnan! Uff! Complete me! Cum inside me!"
He unleashed his cum into my cervix as my orgasm rode me through.
It was a restful night's sleep after such an intense work out. But we had to part so soon after our union. My life felt at a particular bliss point. My career was at a high point after hitting such a low point and now my love life was recovering after I waded through the nepo kids and perverts of the industry.
We planned on re-uniting soon. He was shooting a documentary in some remote regions so he would not be contactable for a few months. It was a unique way to ghost someone, if he was ghosting me. But something felt real about this and love was blossoming inside of me.