The city of Brussels hummed softly in the background, its cobbled streets slick with the evening's drizzle, reflecting the warm glow of streetlights. A five-star hotel stood tall in the heart of the city, its glass facade catching the last hints of twilight. Inside, a high-profile business convention had drawn some of India's most powerful entrepreneurs, bringing them together under one grand roof. Kajol and Shah Rukh were in attendance at the last night of the convention.
Kajol stepped into the hotel lounge, her heels clicking against the marble floor, her silk saree deep wine in color draped with an effortless elegance. She had always commanded attention in corporate circles, not just as a sharp-minded CEO but as a woman who carried herself with quiet strength, even though her divorce tried to tarnish her name, her recent business deals had solidified her place in the market. Yet, tonight, there was an undercurrent of something different an awareness, an unspoken tension that crackled in the air.
Across the room, Shah Rukh stood near the bar, his sharp suit tailored to perfection, his presence exuding authority. He had spotted her the moment she walked in, just as he always did. Kajol wasn't just another conquest; he never wanted her to be, she was different. He had kissed her before, stolen moments of passion in the shadows of their professional lives citing them as mere dinners, he remembered the last encounter in his car, his chest tightened. But here, away from their homes, their reputations, and the weight of their responsibilities, the rules had shifted.
Kajol approached, her eyes locking with his, a silent conversation passing between them. No hesitation. No room for second thoughts.
"The room is ready," Shah Rukh murmured, his voice low, edged with restraint." Or would you prefer we use your room, because mine is in a more discreet area than yours ". " No yours is good" she swallowed nervously. It would be hard for her to kick him out of her bed but easier for her to walk away, unscathed hopefully, she thought to herself.
Kajol took a sip of her wine, letting the rich taste settle on her tongue before responding, "Then let's make sure it's a night worth remembering. It is a one night thing, no strings attached, " She looked him in the eye and he nodded then whispered in agreement " I don't think you're convincing me or yourself. I can't make any promises".
The elevator ride was silent, thick with anticipation. Kajol stood beside Shah Rukh, her heartbeat steady, her expression unreadable. She had made up her mind this was going to be a one-time thing. A night that would burn in Shah Rukh's memory, haunting him long after she walked away. A selfish part in her heart wanted to make an indelible mark. She wanted him to think of her and only her in a way Varun had not. But she didn't want his complications, his family in the picture it was too much for her. She wasn't ready to be option two in anybody's life not even Shah Rukh.
Shah Rukh, on the other hand, felt an unfamiliar mix of victory and unease. He had pursued her relentlessly, knowing he was playing with fire. But Kajol wasn't like the other women who had thrown themselves at him. She was different intelligent, calculating, deliberate, and yet, undeniably tempting.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. The hallway was dimly lit, the plush carpet muffling their footsteps. Shah Rukh reached for the key card in his pocket, swiping it through the lock of the executive suite. The door clicked open.
Kajol stepped in first, her eyes sweeping over the lavish interior, spacious living area, a balcony overlooking the city, and beyond that, the king-sized bed draped in crisp white linens. Everything about this place screamed luxury, excess, secrecy.
Shah Rukh shut the door behind them, tossing his suit jacket onto the couch. He turned to face her, his eyes dark with intent. "You sure about this?" His voice was lower now, rough with restraint." We can always call it off, no pressure "
Kajol tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a smirk. "I am not one to do things I'm unsure of . May I ?." She poured herself a glass of wine she saw the bottle on the table as Shah Rukh agreed, her nerves were getting to her, she couldn't let him know that she was nervous, she gulped the liquid down her throat quickly.
She took a step closer, dropping her glass on the table softly, she walked towards him, her fingers grazing the buttons of his shirt. There was no rush this was a slow burn, a power play. She wanted him to remember every second, to crave it long after she was gone.
Shah Rukh exhaled sharply, his control slipping as he reached for her, fingers brushing against her waist. "You'll ruin me, Kajol." Kajol kicked her heels off standing on her tippy toes looking into his eyes touching her lips to his not kissing him.
But even as she gives in to this night of passion, she knows this won't be the end. Shah Rukh isn't the kind of man to take what he wants and walk away. He'll keep coming back, keep pushing, keep wanting more. She relishes in the thought the, truth.
She enjoys it. She enjoys the way he struggles, the way his desire for her makes him restless, the way he tries to control the situation but always ends up losing to her. She relishes in his suffering, in the frustration that twists his features when she pulls away just enough to keep him chasing.
Maybe she should have chosen a clean break. Maybe she should have never started this.
But then again, where's the fun in that?
She laughed softly, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "Good."
And with that, she closed the distance between them, sealing the night with a kiss that promised nothing but destruction.
Shah Rukh's hands gripped Kajol's waist, pulling her flush against him as their kiss deepened. She could feel the tension in his body, the hunger he had been holding back for too long. But this wasn't just about desire this was about control. And tonight, she was the one in control.
Kajol broke the kiss first, her lips tingling, her breath steady. She stepped back, fingers tracing the edge of the silk pallu draped over her shoulder. Slowly, deliberately, she let it slip, the fabric pooling onto the floor like spilled wine. Shah Rukh's eyes darkened as they followed the movement, his jaw tightening.
"Take off your shirt," she instructed, her voice soft but firm.Tonight she was calling the shots.
Shah Rukh hesitated for only a moment before obeying. He unbuttoned his crisp white shirt, shrugging it off and letting it drop beside his jacket. His body was tense, sculpted, the faintest hint of a scar running down his ribs, proof of a life that had never been as polished as he made it seem.
Kajol stepped forward again, placing her hands flat against his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath her palms. "Are you sure you want this, we can stop if you want to," he murmured. "No am okay, tonight, we do this my way."
Shah Rukh let out a low chuckle, tilting his head down to look at her. "And what is your way, Kajol?" he looked at her in amusement.
She leaned up, her lips grazing the shell of his ear. "The kind you won't forget." She fell to her knees infront of him. Shah Rukh looked at her mesmerised. "What if I want you in my mouth?" she asked her voice cool.
"But I want to taste you," he moans while she's peppering his covered member with wet kisses.
"You can do whatever you want," she says under her breath. "After you cum in my mouth." Her words and her mind are like a lethal weapon. When she grabs the hem of his pants he helps her take them off, leaving him in nothing but darker boxers where she can see the outline of his aching manhood. It doesn't take her long to jerk them off his hips, his dick springs free and throbs when he feels her hot breath on the sensitive skin under the round head.
Instead of taking him in her mouth, she sucks the prominent vein of his dick with her opulent lips, swirling her tongue while staring into his dark eyes. It's almost too erotic for him to take, just the sight of her lips and her eyes is too much, and when her delicate hands accompany her warm mouth, his breath gets caught in his throat. " Your lips, are divine". He let's out a moan from his lips.
"Mmm?" She smirks at him, rubbing his balls with one hand and pumping his dick with the other. She sucks on the tip, swirls her tongue over the seeping slit before taking him deeper, then she pulls away and looks at him innocently. She ignores the empty feeling in her pussy and gives him what he wants, she has him under her control, her tongue glides over his hardness every time she bobs her head up and down while her hand is massaging the skin she can't reach. Her other hand is playing with the skin holding his balls that are now drawn up towards his strikingly beautiful body. He's aroused and drunk on the pleasure she's giving him, already too close to finding his release, she's that good and she's that heavenly.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Kajol, I'm cumming-" is all he can utter when the sudden rush of pleasure takes over him. She sticks out her tongue, urging him to coat it, and he does, his warm cum fills her mouth until there's a trickle running down her chin. She swallows everything he's given her and wipes what escaped her mouth with her thumb and looks at him while he's slowly coming down from his high.
"I want to fuck you with my tongue," he speaks softly into her ear. "Let me taste you." She allowed him but didn't want to loose her control over him.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, Shah Rukh lifts her and places her on the bed. He gently lies her down on her back, on the white sheets that smell like flowers. She spreads her legs, offering him a view of her soaked white laced panties when he crouches in front of her. He moves the material to the side, sucks in a breath when he sees just how wet she is for him and glides his index from her opening where her juices are leaking to the hood of her throbbing clit, smiling slyly when she rewards him with a soft moan. He removes the panty from her.
He takes a moment to admire the sight in front of him. Her small clit is peeking from its hood, drenched in her slick arousal. Her lips are opened to him like a blooming flower and underneath her juices are oozing from her opening and trickling down all the way to the puckered skin of her arse.
It's a heavenly feeling of relief when he runs his tongue from her folds to her clit, setting her nerves on fire. She arches her back for a better angle, and when he squeezes both of her thighs with his strong arms, she knows he's not gonna let her go until she cums all over his face. Her eyes are closed, he wants to order her to open her eyes and look at him while he's eating her, but she opens them before he says anything and throws her head back when he nibbles on her folds.
"That feels so good," he hears her say while she's panting. When she runs her fingers through his hair, Shah Rukh no longer wants to tease her, he parts her nether lips with his thumbs and greedily sucks on her clit like he would suck on her nipples. She winces at the sudden feeling of pure delight, the squelching sound of him licking her makes her empty pussy pulsate.
"You're gonna keep coming. Over and over again. Until you're so sensitive you can't even bring yourself to close your legs." He toyed with the sensitive bundle of nerves with his forefinger, circling it gently, her wetness creating a series of squishy sounds. He traced his tongue from her warm entrance to her hooded clit, tasting the juices that made her pussy glisten. He spread her nether lips, holding her open with his thumbs, wrapping his mouth around the little rosebud.
The sheets were a tangled mess underneath her. The smell of sex filled the room, engulfing the scent of roses and fresh air. The room began to spin when she felt his fingers penetrate her, curling against her front wall, searching for a small ridge that would send her over the edge.
"Shah Rukh....." She moaned.His name sounded like a melody on her lips, and she screamed it over and over again as she found her release while he lapped on her juices, tasting all she had to offer. She came around his fingers and mouth violently, coating them in slick fluid which he licked before she could even open her eyes.
Shah Rukh doesn't wait until her breath returns to normal, he shifts to his knees and positions himself between her shaky legs. The round head of his dick brushed against her folds. They both closed their eyes at the sensation, sliding his dick slowly into her with much resistance from her pussy and feeling her pulsating around his shaft. "Fuck, you're so tight" he exclaims. Kajol's breath catches, he gives her time to adjust to his size. He slowly pulls out until only the tip is inside, then slams back into her until their hips meet and there is nothing to hear except their moans and the immoral sounds of his skin meeting hers.
"You're so wet," he whispers against her breasts. She helps him take off her bra, his mouth close around her rosy nipple, somewhere between his biting and sucking she can feel the pleasant soreness and the intimacy is compelling for them both. "God, yes! Keep going, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," her jaw is clenched. Both pleasure and overstimulation have her shaking while he's grazing his teeth over her nipple before swirling his tongue around it.
His own orgasm threatens to erupt. He kisses her luscious lips with fervor and joy, she tastes like the sweetest forbidden fruit to him, ripe and honeyed.
"I want to ride you, remember I was supposed to be in control tonight" she murmurs in his ear with a seductive smile on her face.
Holding her by the waist, he flips them over, never pulling out of her. She's urging him to relax and let her bring him to his release. Both of his hands are massaging her breasts, playing with her nipples. When he lowers his hand to the apex of her sex, she slaps his hand and leans forward to kiss his chest.
She grinds on him like she would grind on a horse, feeling the tip of his dick kiss the entrance of her womb every time she slams her hips down onto him. He's close, she feels him twitching inside her. She leans forward and wraps her mouth against his much smaller nipple, flicking her tongue around for his pleasure. His own orgasm began as a tingling sensation in the base of his spine.
"God, Kajol I'm about to cum, keep going, don't stop, god, don't stop." It doesn't take him long to mark her hips with his fingers. He's writhing under her uncontrollably when he cums. She feels each contract as if it were her own, and at that moment she swears they're one.
Kajol knew what she was doing, she was giving him something that would haunt him, something he wouldn't be able to erase no matter how much he tried. She turned to him, her fingers tracing lazy circles over his skin. "You won't sleep tonight," she murmured, her voice smug, satisfied.
Shah Rukh lay near the edge of the bed, turning to look at Kajol, his breathing uneven, after the mind numbing orgasm he just had. It was like something had possesed the both of them.
His jaw clenched. "Kajol, You're dangerous." She rolled on top of him, her body draping over his as she pressed a teasing kiss to his lips. "Don't think about anything else," she whispered. "Not yet."
It had been a year since Kajol had felt a man's touch, since she had let someone see her like this, touch her like this. And now that she had made the choice, now that she had given in to him, she wasn't about to let Shah Rukh off the hook so easily.
This was about her, not Shah Rukh.
Her hunger. Her loneliness. Her need to feel wanted, desired, worshipped, even if just for one night. She dragged her fingers down his chest, watching the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch. He was hers tonight, no family, no wife just hers. "I hope you're not tired already," she teased, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.
Shah Rukh groaned, his hands gripping her waist. "You're insatiable," he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion and desire. And just like that, she took control again, pulling him back into her world, making sure he would never forget this night.
"You like control, don't you, Shah Rukh?" Her voice was a whisper, a taunt. Their bodies moved in sync, their hands greedy, their lips desperate. Every touch was memorized, every gasp and moan a silent plea for more.
His fingers curled into the sheets. "With you? I don't think so". Kajol wasn't soft tonight. She wasn't shy or hesitant. Kajol had never felt like this before, like she was the one in control, the one being worshipped.
By the time she finally gave in, she knew she had won.
This was about leaving a mark. A memory so sharp, so intoxicating, that no one could erase her from his head. Not any other women he will touch after her.
And when the night finally ended, when they lay tangled in the sheets, their bodies exhausted and satisfied Kajol, knew she had won.
Kajol lay beside Shah Rukh, her body still humming from the pleasure they had shared. She had done what she set out to do. And yet, as she traced her fingers over his chest, she felt something unexpected, a weight pressing down on her. She had told herself this was just one night. No expectations. No attachments. No regrets. But why was she feeling this way.
Shah Rukh shifted beside her, his fingers brushing lazily down her spine. He wasn't asleep. She could tell from the way his breathing remained uneven, from the way his grip tightened on her waist as if he didn't want to let go. He turned to her, his eyes searching hers in the dim light.
She pressed a finger to his lips. "Don't."
Don't say something that will make this harder. Don't ruin what this night was supposed to be. Don't make me second-guess everything.
Shah Rukh exhaled sharply, his frustration evident, but he didn't push. Instead, he cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin in a way that felt far too tender. She swallowed. This was dangerous, she had wanted to be the one to walk away untouched, the one who left a mark but remained unaffected.
He ran a hand through his hair. "Is this really it?" She glanced over at him, offering a knowing smile. "We had our night, Shah Rukh. Now, I need to go back to my room"