The sun had barely touched the marble floors when Babita padded back into the living room, hips swaying in those tight beige pajamas that seemed stitched onto her glowing skin. Her curves shifted beneath the soft cotton like memory foam,every step a reminder of how recently she'd been claimed.
In her hand was a bone china cup, etched in gold,the one he'd pointed out as his favorite just once.
She didn't need reminding.
"Your chai," she said with a soft smile, kneeling beside the long sofa where Veyas sat in a crisp black vest and pajama pants, legs spread, hair still tousled from the night before.
He took the cup wordlessly, eyes on her. She didn't ask what he was thinking. She already knew it was _her_.
She leaned in close, her chest pressing warmly to his side, one leg folding beneath her, the other draping across the cushion as she rested her head on his chest.
He smelled like expensive wood and something darker.
She exhaled, her fingers gently running along the seam of his shirt as he looked at the glowing screen hovering in front of him.
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SYSTEM UPDATE: MISSION COMPLETE – BABITA IYER
– Pleasure Touch Acquired
– Exclusive Claim: Babita Iyer
– Territory Unlocked: Gokuldham Tier 0 (Basic Control)
– Passive Gained: Surface-Level Trust in Gokuldham
— Energy Reserve Gained: 1x Major Influence Push
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He used the entire influence with precision.
In less than 12 hours, Krishnan Iyer was contacted by a "referred agency" about a two-month international tech strategy project in Singapore. Visa, travel, media spotlight—everything handled.
No alarms. No resistance. Just opportunity. And absence.
"Two months," Veyas murmured as the jet took off,
"Two months of silence. Two months of _mine_.
After that… they can forget what it was like to touch what's mine."
Babita had not really given much control.
Not yet.
Just a whisper of it.
The door had opened. But it was Anjali who held the key to real influence.
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NEXT MISSION: ANJALI MEHTA
– Objective: Turn the fit crazy into dick crazy
– Reward:
– Constant Health (Body remains in peak form)
– Trust Passive: Women in Gokuldham will begin sharing emotional truth with you
– Control Upgrade: Tier 1 Gokuldham Access (Behavioral pattern editing)
– Bonus: Calm Aura – Male suspicion radius drastically reduced
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But before Anjali…
There was Babita—still glowing, still staying.
She no longer wore silks or sarees. Just comfort:
Tight beige pajamas—fit like a whisper against her curves.
The top hugged her chest in soft cotton, sleeves brushing the line of her arms. The leggings clung to her thighs and hips like they'd been poured on.
Her face had changed. So had her energy.
Glowing.
Not from makeup or rest—but from being wanted. Being taken.
"Looks like I'll be waking up early tomorrow," he muttered, sipping chai.
Babita hummed into his chest.
"I can set the alarm. And maybe tire you out again tonight... so you sleep early," she whispered, tone teasing but warm.
Her fingers traced little shapes against his thigh, slowly rising higher.
Veyas tilted the screen away, setting the cup down.
"You went out this morning?" he asked casually, noting the shopping bag tucked by the entryway.
She blinked. Then smiled,shy, pink-cheeked, excited.
"I... may have picked up a few things."
She stood and walked to the bag, bent slightly,pajamas stretching across her perfect ass, then held up a few coustums, Veyas smirked.
She bit her lip, looking away. Her voice was a murmur.
"I thought we could try some... roleplay."
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The Strict Professor & The Nervous PTA Mother:
The study room is dimly lit by a single desk lamp. Veyas, in a slate-grey shirt and black-rimmed glasses, sits behind his desk, pen in hand. Babita, wearing a printed kurta with her hair tied up, sits nervously across from him, clutching a dupatta.
She sits across the desk, twisting her fingers. "My son's results aren't improving... I'm really worried,' she says, her voice shaky."
Veyas snaps the file shut. "Worry isn't enough. You need to take responsibility, Mrs. Iyer."
Babita swallows hard, looking down. "But I try, I do… I just—"
Veyas stands, his chair creaking. He walks around the desk, leaning close to her ear. "Then let me show you how to correct misbehavior."
Babita's breath catches as she feels his breath on her skin. Veyas pulls her up, his hand firm on her arm. "Bend over the desk, Babita. It's time for your lesson."
She bends over, presenting her ass to him. Veyas pulls down her leggings and hikes up her kurta, his hand caressing her bare flesh. "Ahh," she moans.
He raises his hand, slapping her ass sharply. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoes. Babita gasps, her body responding to the sting. Veyas spanks her again and again, each strike leaving a red handprint.
He stops, his hand resting on her ass, fingers tracing the marks. "Ohh, this is wrong. You are getting excited," he murmurs huskily.
Babita moans, her body aching with need. Veyas's hand moves between her legs, fingers finding her wet and ready. He teases her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
He pulls back, eyes dark with desire. "Turn over, Babita. Show me how much you want to learn."
She turns onto her back, legs spread wide. Veyas hikes up her skirt, hands caressing her inner thighs. He unbuckles his belt, the sound of leather filling the room. Babita's heart races, her body aching with anticipation.
Veyas enters her with a swift thrust, filling her completely. Babita cries out, her body stretching to accommodate him. He sets a punishing pace, hips slamming against hers, hands gripping her hips tightly.
The desk creaks beneath them, the sound of flesh slapping together filling the room. Babita's body tenses, her orgasm building with each thrust. Veyas reaches around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
Babita comes undone, her body convulsing with pleasure. Veyas follows, his body shuddering as he finds his release. They collapse onto the desk, bodies slick with sweat, breaths coming in ragged gasps.
As they lie there, spent and satisfied, Babita feels a sense of accomplishment. She has learned her lesson and knows she will never forget it.
"What other dresses have you bought?" Veyas asks, his voice low and intimate.
Babita looks at him with a lustful expression. "Many," she replies, a smirk playing on her lips.
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An:
For the next few chapters I wanna explore some roleplay with Babita, but only if i get comment responses, so do comment.
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I will drop the novel if the response is dead and nobody likes it.