One Child Policy

One Child Policy

Chapter 1: The Mandate

The static noise of the television filled the room, the glow of the brighten Vijay's face. His jaw clenched, the eyes twitching as he stared at the parliamentarian on the screen. The man's voice was smooth, almost rehearsed, as he spoke about the new bill--the One Child Policy. Vijay's fingers dug into the armrest of the chair. He felt suffocating, as if the world around him is closing on him.. He could hear the faint ticking of the clock on the wall, each second a reminder of the time slipping away.

The parliamentarian's words were sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. "In the 100th year of our Republic the One Child Policy is not merely a directive," he began, his tone dripping with a false sense of urgency, "it is our duty as citizens. Any couple who has not fulfilled their obligation within thirty years of marriage will be relocated to Life Care Centers for the sake of national progress. We must confront the reality of our declining population. The influence of Western ideals has led our people astray--childless couples chasing urban dreams, abandoning the very fabric of our society. This cannot continue. The bill will be enforced from midnight today. "

Vijay's chest tightened. He could feel the weight of the words pressing down on him, the implications sinking in. The government's solution was brutal, unyielding. Couples who hadn't produced a child within 30 years of marriage would be forced to comply--or face the consequences. The Life Care Centers. The name sounded innocuous, almost comforting, but everyone knew what they really were. Shadows where people disappeared, where the elderly were sent to be forgotten. A cold shiver ran down Vijay's spine as he thought of it. There was no escape, no way to protest. The Prime Leader's vision is clear--India needs more young people for the sake of national productivity and efficiency.

His mind raced, thoughts flooded his mind.. He glanced at the photo on the table--a younger version of himself, standing beside her. Her smile bright, her eyes full of hope. They had been married for 28 years. Twenty-eight years of building a life together, of dreams deferred, of choices made. They had chosen not to have children, focusing instead on their careers, their passions, their love for each other. And now, that choice was being ripped away from them.

The sound of the front door opening pulled him from his thoughts. Shaila stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor. She paused, sensing the tension in the air, her eyes immediately finding him. "Vijay?" she asked, her voice soft but laced with concern. She set her bag down and moved toward him, her movements graceful, deliberate.

He didn't answer right away, he looked back to the television. The parliamentarian was still speaking, his words now a dull roar in Vijay's ears. Shaila followed his gaze, her brow furrowing as she caught snippets of the speech. Her hand reached out, fingers brushing against his arm, the touch sending a jolt through him. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Vijay turned to her, his eyes dark, haunted. "They've passed the bill," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. "The One Child Policy. We... we have two years, Shaila. Two years to have a child, or--" He couldn't bring himself to say it, the words sticking in his throat.

Shaila's breath hitched, her hand tightening on his arm. "Or they'll send us to one of those centers," she finished for him, her voice barely audible. Her face fainted, her lips moving as if to speak, but no words came out. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the weight of the situation settling between them like a heavy fog.

The world around them felt suffocating, they felt the mix of fear and desperation. Shaila's mind raced, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions--anger, disbelief, a deep, aching sadness. She, a college professor, had always been the stronger one, the one who could face anything with a calm demeanor, but this... this was different. This was a violation, an invasion of their most personal choices.

Vijay reached for her, his hand trembling as he touched her face. His thumb brushed against her cheek, the touch tender, almost reverent. "I don't know what to do," he admitted, his voice breaking. "I don't know how to protect us from this."

Shaila leaned into his touch, her eyes closing for a brief moment as she drew strength from him. When she opened them again, there was a fire there, a determination that hadn't been there before. "We'll figure it out," she said, her voice steady now, firm. "Together. We've always found a way, haven't we?"

Chapter 2: The Last Chance

Outside, the distant wail of a siren echoed through the streets, a cruel reminder of the world they were now trapped in. The dim glow of the bedside lamp stretched shadows across the cracked walls of their modest apartment. The fan overhead groaned with each slow rotation, pushing warm air through the heavy silence that had settled between them.

Shaila sat on the edge of the bed, adjusting the pleats of her sari out of habit, though she wasn't truly fixing anything--just buying time. The maroon fabric clung to the fullness of her form, her wide hips pressed against the mattress, the slight indent of her belly deepening as she leaned forward. She was not slender, not firm. She was a woman of her age, soft and ripened, carrying the weight of time in the swell of her thighs and the sag of her breasts beneath her blouse. A few silver lines were woven through the thick knot of her once-jet-black hair, strands escaping to brush against the loose skin at her neck.

Vijay stood across from her, his knuckles pressed into the edge of the wooden dresser, head bowed. The light caught the smooth dome of his bald scalp, beads of sweat glistening where hair once grew. His shoulders hunched forward, weighed down not just by age but by the years of desk work as a bank manager that had carved deep lines into his face. His shirt strained around his stomach, the buttons slightly misaligned, his potbelly sloping over the waistband of his pants. He had long stopped caring about his appearance, about the body that had once been filled with youth.

But now, none of that mattered.

Vijay's voice was hoarse, thick with something between desperation and shame. "Shaila... we have to do this."

She inhaled sharply but didn't meet his gaze. She focused instead on the way the floor carpet had worn out, how the edge of the bedspread curled inward. Anything but him. Anything but the truth of what he was saying.

He took a step closer, his hand reaching for hers. "They'll come for us, Shaila. The government doesn't care what we want.. Thirty years. That's all they look at." His fingers pressed into her palm, rough and warm. "We don't have a choice."

Her body tensed. "We do," she said, though her voice was barely above a whisper. "We can run."

"Run where?" He let out a bitter chuckle, though there was no humor in it. "You think there's a place in this country they won't find us? We disappear now, we disappear later--it's the same thing."

Shaila's throat tightened. She had known this. Of course, she had. But still, hearing it spoken aloud made her stomach twist.

Vijay exhaled slowly and sat beside her, their thighs pressing together. He turned to her, his gaze trailing over her face--the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, the fullness of her cheeks, the lips that had once been so quick to smile but now seemed forever pressed into a frown.

Vijay's voice cracked when he finally spoke. "We have to try," he said, his words barely above a whisper. He didn't look at her, couldn't look at her. His gaze was fixed on the floor, on the worn carpet that had seen better days. "We don't have a choice."

She wanted to say something, to reassure him, but the words stuck in her throat. Instead, she nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement. She slid closer to him.. Her hand reached out, trembling slightly, and rested on his thigh. The touch was tentative, unsure, as if she was afraid he might pull away.

He didn't. His body stiffened under her hand, but he didn't move. She could feel the tension in him, the way his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. Her fingers traced small circles on his leg, the touch light, almost teasing. "It's okay," she murmured, her voice soft, soothing. "We'll figure it out. Together."

Vijay's hands clenched into fists. He turned to her then, his eyes dark, haunted. "I don't know if I can," he admitted, his voice breaking. "I don't know if I'm... enough."

"I know it's been years," he murmured. His fingers found her wrist, tracing over the faded gold of her bangles. "I know we thought we were past this."

Her chest rose and fell, her blouse stretching over the weight of her breasts, softer than they once were. She could feel his eyes flicker down, taking in the changes, the years between them manifesting in flesh and time.

Vijay glazed her from starting from top, noticing her heavy breathing, her rising and falling chest. When his eyes reached her midriff, he noticed her belly, as if looking for the first. He looked at it for a little bit longer, Shaila noticed it in his eyes. Vijay's hand slowly moved toward her belly, sliding the pallu revealing the aged belly which is not same, the young, the fertile as it was a long ago, he himself didn't even remember when it was.

Vijay's hand lingered on her belly for a moment longer before he let it fall. He pulled back, exhaling shakily, running a hand over his smooth, bald scalp. "Shaila," he murmured, his voice rasping with exhaustion, with hesitation. "What if we can?"

She turned to him, the shadows of the room softening the lines of her face. "What if we can?"

Vijay was hesitant, he wet his dried lips. He murmured "What if we tried having the child now? We have two years." He stopped as if he himself was hearing what he was saying to make sure it was making sense to him also. Shaila froze for a moment, not because she was thinking of its possibility, but by looking at the desperation on Vijay's face.

Vijay's desperation reached his peak, it gave him a false sense of confidence. He held Shaila's hand as she didn't speak anything. "Its our last chance, we can save ourself from the bill"

Shaila's heart ached watching Vijay so desperate, she could see the false sense of security that spread over Vijay's face. But inside her mind, many questions stormed that condensed into just one "How?".

Vijay, as if he thought it out for so long, spontaneously said "It's been so long, our career, it gave us all the things, shopping, movies, vacations, but it took ourself from each other" Vijay stood up, as if his body was filled with energy, hope. "What if we come closer, we can conceive the child. I don't even remember the last time we had a sex."

Chapter 3: The Doubt Between Them

Shaila sat on the bed, arms crossed over her stomach, as if shielding herself from the very thought of what they were about to do. The streetlights outside cast long, jagged shadows against the walls, flickering from the occasional power fluctuation. A reminder of how the world outside their home was crumbling, dictated by forces beyond their control.

Inside, the air felt too thick, pressing against her skin. She wasn't ready. Not emotionally, not physically.

She turned her gaze downward, fingers unconsciously rubbing against the soft flesh of her belly, the gentle swell that had come with age and comfort. Once, she had imagined this stomach rounding for a different reason. Years ago, when the possibility still felt within reach. But time had stretched that hope thin, unraveling it thread by thread until there was nothing left but quiet acceptance.

And now Vijay wanted to resurrect it.

She sighed, turned her head away, stared outside the window. "I don't think I can do this."

Vijay exhaled sharply. He came closer to Shaila, sat beside her as if the doubt between them drained his spurge of energy. She could hear the hesitation in the way he shifted, the way his body sank onto the bed, slow, deliberate, as if trying not to reveal the weight of his own thoughts.

"You're not the only one worried," he said. His voice was rough, thick with something deeper than doubt. "It's been... years, Shaila. I'm not--" He paused, his words catching in his throat. She could hear the shame in it. "I'm not even sure I can."

She turned to look at him then. He was hunched forward, elbows resting on his knees, staring at his hands like they held answers he would never find. The dim light overhead cast deep shadows over his face, emphasizing the hollowness in his cheeks, the fatigue that had long settled into his bones.

"You think I don't know that?" she said, softer now, the sharpness of her initial protest giving way to something more fragile. "You think I don't see how you avoid looking at yourself in the mirror? How you don't change your clothes with the lights off? How you haven't--" She hesitated, swallowing hard before finishing, "--touched me in years?"

Vijay flinched. Not at her words, but at the truth in them.

He rubbed a hand over his face, fingers trailing over the smooth expanse of his scalp before settling against the back of his neck. "I don't even remember the last time I... felt anything down there." His laugh was bitter, humorless. "And now, suddenly, I'm supposed to get you pregnant?"

Shaila bit her lip. She wanted to tell him it wasn't his fault, that this was natural, that time had taken its toll on both of them. But what comfort was there in that?

Silence stretched between them, heavy, suffocating.

Then, slowly, Vijay lifted his head. His eyes found hers, and beneath the exhaustion, beneath the self-doubt, there was something else--a quiet, desperate determination.

"It doesn't matter," he said, voice steadier now, as if he was trying to convince himself more than her. "We don't have a choice. I have to try. We have to try."

Shaila's throat tightened. He said it like an order, like something he had to force himself to believe. And maybe that was the cruelest part of all--not the policy, not the government's decree, but the realization that they weren't making love tonight.

They were fighting for survival.

Vijay's voice cracked when he finally spoke. "We have to try," he said, his words barely above a whisper. He didn't look at her, couldn't look at her. His gaze was fixed on the floor, on the worn carpet that had seen better days. "We don't have a choice.

Shaila's chest tightened. She wanted to say something, to reassure him, but the words stuck in her throat. Instead, she nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement. She slid closer, her bare feet silent against the floor, and sat beside him. Her hand reached out, trembling slightly, and rested on his thigh. The touch was tentative, unsure, as if she was afraid he might pull away.

He didn't. His body stiffened under her hand, but he didn't move. She could feel the tension in him, the way his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. Her fingers traced small circles on his leg, the touch light, almost teasing. "It's okay," she murmured, her voice soft, soothing. "We'll figure it out. Together."

Vijay's breath hitched, his hands clenched into fists. He turned to her then, his eyes dark, haunted. "I don't know if I can," he admitted, his voice breaking. "I don't know if I'm... enough."

Shaila's heart ached at the raw vulnerability in his voice. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "You are," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "You've always been enough."

Her hand moved higher, her fingers trailing up his thigh, closer to where he needed her most. She could feel the heat of him, the faint tremor that ran through his body as her touch grew bolder. Her other hand reached for his face, turning him to look at her. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the fear and doubt seemed to fade, replaced by something else--something desperate, primal.

Shaila's lips found his, the kiss slow, tentative at first, but growing deeper, hungrier. Her hands moved to his chest, pushing him back onto the bed. She climbed over him, her body pressing against his, the weight of her grounding him, anchoring him. Her pallu slipped off one shoulder, revealing the curve of her breast, the softness of her skin. She could feel his hesitation, his uncertainty, but she didn't stop. She couldn't.

Her hands roamed over his body, exploring every inch of him, relearning the man she had loved for so many years. She could feel the tension in him, the way his body resisted, but she didn't give up. Her lips trailed down his neck, her teeth grazing his skin, leaving faint marks that made him gasp. Her hands moved lower, her fingers brushing against the waistband of his pants, teasing, taunting.

Vijay's breath came in short, ragged gasps, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him. He wanted to say something, to tell her to stop, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, he let her take control, let her guide him, her touch both a comfort and a torment.

Shaila's fingers slipped beneath the fabric of his pants, her touch firm, deliberate. She could feel him, soft and unresponsive, and her heart ached for him. But she didn't stop. Her hand moved with a slow, steady rhythm, her touch growing more confident, more insistent. Her lips found his again, the kiss deep, consuming, as if she could pour all her love, all her desperation, into him.

Vijay's body began to respond, slowly, reluctantly. He could feel the heat building in him, the faint stirrings of desire that had been buried under layers of fear and shame. His hands moved to her hips, gripping her tightly, as if he was afraid she might disappear. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body trembling beneath her.

Shaila could feel the change in him, the way his cock began to harden under her touch. She smiled against his lips, a small, triumphant smile. "That's it," she whispered, her voice soft, encouraging. "Just let go."

Vijay comfortably laid Shaila on her back, his hands moved to her sari, pulling it up to hips, and sliding down her panties with flower print, leaving her bare before him. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve, every imperfection, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he felt something other than fear. He felt desire, raw and unfiltered, coursing through him.

Shaila guided him, her hands gentle but firm, positioning him between her legs. She could feel the heat of him, the faint tremble in his body as he hesitated. "It's okay," she murmured, her voice soft, soothing. "Just take your time."

Vijay's breath hitched, unbuttoned his pants, slid it down along with his underwear, his body trembling, his dick twitching as he pressed into her. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat, the tightness, the way her body seemed to welcome him, to pull him in. His hands gripped her hips, his movements slow, tentative, as if he was afraid he might hurt her.

Shaila's hands moved to his back, Vijay leaned into her arms, as if they were hugging, her fingers digging into his skin, urging him on. "You're doing great," she whispered, her voice soft, encouraging. "Just like that."

Vijay's movements grew more confident, more urgent, his body moving with a rhythm that was both familiar and foreign. He could feel the heat building in him, the pressure growing, but it was different this time. It wasn't the same as before. He could feel it slipping away, the pleasure fading, replaced by something else--something hollow, empty.

His body stiffened, his movements faltering. He could feel it, the faint trickle of release, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't what he wanted, what he needed. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body trembling as he collapsed onto her, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

Shaila held him, her arms wrapping around him, her hands stroking his back. She could feel the tension in him, the way his body shook with silent sobs. Her heart ached for him, for the pain and shame she could feel radiating from him. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice soft, soothing. "We'll try again. We'll keep trying."

Vijay's body trembled, his hands gripping her tightly, as if she was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. He wanted to say something, to tell her how sorry he was, how ashamed he felt, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, he held onto her, his body shaking with silent sobs, as the weight of his failure pressed down on him.

Chapter 4: The Knock at the Door

The night had been long, the kind of long that stretches time into something unrecognizable. Vijay and Shaila lay side by side in the dark, their bodies close but not touching, the space between them heavy with unspoken words. The sheets were tangled, the air thick with the scent of sweat and something else--something raw, unfinished. Shaila stared at the ceiling, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the fabric of the pillowcase. Her body still hummed with the faint echo of what had almost been, the way Vijay's hands had trembled against her skin, the way his breath had hitched in his throat. It hadn't worked, not the way they'd hoped, but something had shifted in her.

She felt... alive. More alive than she had in years. Her body, soft and rounded with age, felt like it had awakened from a long sleep. The curve of her hips, the swell of her belly, the way her skin warmed under her own touch--it all felt different now. Fertile. Ready. She closed her eyes, letting the thought settle over her like a blanket. She could do this. She could bear a child. The certainty of it burned in her chest, bright and unyielding.

But then she turned her head, her eyes finding Vijay in the dim light. He lay on his back, one arm thrown over his face, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. She could see the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers clenched and unclenched against his forehead. He hadn't said a word since it happened, since he'd collapsed onto her, his body shaking with silent sobs. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to tell him it was okay, that they would figure it out. But the words wouldn't come. Instead, she let her hand rest on the bed between them, close enough to feel the heat of his body but not close enough to bridge the gap.

The hours dragged on, the silence between them growing heavier, until finally, exhaustion pulled them under. They slept fitfully, their dreams tangled with shadows and half-formed fears.

The knock came just as the first light of dawn began to creep through the curtains. It was soft at first, almost tentative, but it grew louder, more insistent, until it was impossible to ignore. Shaila's eyes flew open, her heart pounding in her chest. She sat up, her breath catching in her throat as she looked at Vijay. He was already awake, his body tense, his eyes wide with fear.

"Who--" she started, but he shook his head, silencing her with a look.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his movements slow, deliberate, as if he was trying to buy time. Shaila followed him. They moved through the house like ghosts, their breaths shallow, their hearts racing. The knock came again, louder this time, sharp and demanding.

Vijay reached for the tablet on the table, his fingers trembling as he tapped the screen. The feed from the ring camera flickered to life, and there he was--a man dressed in the grim, utilitarian uniform of the National Pride Guard. The NPG emblem gleamed on his chest, a stark reminder of the power he wielded. His face was hard, unreadable, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses. His gloved hand raised to knock again, the sound echoing through the house like a gunshot.

Shaila's hand flew to her mouth, stifling a gasp. Her mind raced, questions tumbling over each other. They had two years. Two years before the deadline. Why was he here now? What did he want? Her eyes darted to Vijay, searching for answers, but he looked just as terrified as she felt.

The knock came again, louder, more urgent. Vijay's hand hovered over the door handle, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He looked at Shaila, his eyes pleading, as if he was asking for permission, for reassurance. She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.

He turned the handle, the click of the lock echoing in the silence. The door creaked open, revealing the NPG officer in full. He was taller than he'd looked on the screen, his presence looming, oppressive. His uniform was grimy, the fabric stained and worn, as if he'd been on the road for days. The smell of sweat and something metallic--blood?--wafted off him, making Shaila's stomach churn.

"Vijay Malhotra?" the officer asked, his voice cold, clipped.

Vijay nodded, his throat too tight to speak.

The officer's gaze shifted to Shaila, his eyes narrowing behind the dark glasses. "Shaila Malhotra?"

She nodded, her hand clutching the fabric of her nightgown, her knuckles white.

The heavy boots stepped over the threshold.

Vijay's hand still gripped the door handle, knuckles pale, breath caught somewhere between relief and unease. His mind struggled to process the shift--the terrifying presence of the National Pride Guard, the sheer weight of their power, and then... this.

The helmet came off with a slow, practiced motion.

"Mama. Mami."

A voice of familiarity. A voice he had last heard when it was still filled with youthful arrogance, not the cold efficiency of an enforcer.

Shubh stood before them.

Nineteen now, but taller, broader than before. The soft, reckless boy who used to run through their home had been swallowed whole by the sharp edges of discipline, of unchecked power. His eyes carried a new kind of weight--a man who had seen things, done things, things that left stains no amount of water could wash away.

Vijay exhaled. The fear didn't leave him--it simply changed shape.

"Shubh..."

The boy--no, the man--grinned. Not the playful, easy smile he used to have, but something else. Something that I knew too much.

"Surprised?" He didn't wait for an answer. With the casual arrogance of someone who expected the world to open its doors for him, he stepped inside.

Shaila's body tensed as he brushed past her. Reflexively, she adjusted the drape of her sari, pulling it tighter over herself. It was a simple gesture, almost automatic--but Shubh's gaze flicked to her. He noticed.

Vijay closed the door, forcing himself to smile, to pretend.

"It's been a long time," he said, his voice lighter than it should have been. "You never visit."

Shubh shrugged, unfastening his gloves one by one. His hands--still young, still smooth--hands that had likely done unspeakable things in service of the Prime Leader.

"There was no time," he said. "The work doesn't stop. Especially now."

Vijay stiffened. Shaila stepped forward, her voice finding its usual warmth despite the lingering tension.

"You must be tired." She moved to the kitchen. "Water? Tea? Coffee?"

Shubh leaned back against the sofa, stretching his legs out, his presence filling the space in ways it shouldn't.

"Water first. Then tea." His eyes followed her as she disappeared behind the counter.

She felt them on her.

The weight of them. The sharp, assessing gaze of a man who had spent too long in the company of men who took what they wanted.

Vijay, oblivious to the shift, sank into a chair. "How long are you here for?"

Shubh exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "They've called my battalion for more reinforcements to the capital," he said casually, almost as if it were nothing. "A new bill has passed. Things will be strict. There's work to do."

Shaila placed a glass of water in front of him.

Shubh took it, his fingers brushing against hers for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. She pulled away, keeping her eyes on the counter, forcing herself to ignore it.

Vijay, still caught in his own thoughts, nodded. "So, you're stationed here now?"

"For a few days. That too when they will call me."

Shubh drank slowly, his lips curling into something resembling a smirk as he looked at Shaila again.

"I thought I'd stay here," he said. "With you until I get the call."

A decision, not a request.

And just like that, the room grew smaller.

Chapter 5: The Uniform and the Man Beneath

The house had settled into an uneasy rhythm since Shubh arrived. His presence was like a storm cloud--heavy, looming, but not yet breaking. At first, Vijay and Shaila had been wary, their movements stiff, their words measured, as if they were walking on glass. But Shubh had a way of disarming them, his easy smile and casual chatter slowly chipping away at their defenses. He made himself at home, sprawling on the couch, helping himself to the fridge, filling the silence with stories of his life on the mission at remote places. It was almost... normal. Almost.

But there was something beneath the surface, something that simmered in the way Shubh's eyes lingered on Shaila a little too long, the way his laughter seemed to catch in his throat when she entered the room. Vijay noticed it first, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was in the way Shubh's gaze followed Shaila as she moved through the house, the way he seemed to find excuses to be near her--offering to help with the dishes, brushing past her in the hallway, his hand lingering on her arm just a second too long.

Shaila, for her part, seemed oblivious. She welcomed Shubh's presence, her maternal instincts kicking in as she fussed over him, making his favorite dishes, asking about his life. She laughed at his jokes, her voice warm and inviting, and Vijay could see the way Shubh's eyes darkened when she did, the way his jaw tightened as if he was holding something back.

It wasn't until one evening that Vijay realized just how far things had gone. He had been in the study, going over some old papers, when he heard a faint sound from Shubh's room. It was a low, rhythmic noise, almost imperceptible, but it set his teeth on edge. He followed the sound, his footsteps silent on the carpet, until he reached Shubh's door. It was slightly ajar, and through the crack, he saw it--Shubh, sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to the door, his shoulders tense. In his hand was a scrap of fabric, a used panties, pale and delicate, unmistakably Shaila's.

Vijay's breath caught in his throat, his stomach twisting as he realized what he was seeing. Shubh's movements were slow, deliberate, his head tilted back as he lost himself in the moment. Vijay's first instinct was to burst in, to yell, to demand an explanation. But he couldn't move. His feet felt rooted to the spot, his mind racing with a mix of anger, fear, and something else--something he didn't want to name.

He backed away slowly, his heart pounding in his chest, and retreated to the living room. He sank into a chair, his hands trembling, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. He wanted to confront Shubh, to throw him out of the house, but he couldn't. Not yet. Not without thinking this through.

The days that followed were tense, the space filled with unspoken words. Vijay watched Shubh more closely now, his eyes narrowing every time the younger man's gaze lingered on Shaila. He noticed the way Shubh's eyes followed the curve of her body, the way his breath hitched when she leaned over to pick something up, the way he seemed to find excuses to touch her--a hand on her shoulder, a brush of fingers as he passed her a cup of tea.

Shaila, still oblivious, continued to dote on Shubh, her laughter filling the house, her presence a balm to the tension that simmered beneath the surface. But Vijay could see the way Shubh's eyes darkened when she smiled at him, the way his hands clenched into fists when she turned away.

One night, as they lay in bed, Vijay finally broached the subject. "Shubh..." he began, his voice hesitant, unsure. "He's... different."

Shaila, in her purple nightgown, turned to him, her brow furrowing. "Different how?"

Vijay hesitated, his mind racing. How could he explain what he had seen? How could he put into words the way Shubh looked at her, the way he touched her, the way he... He shook his head, his voice dropping to a whisper. "He's... attracted to you."

Shaila's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. "What? No, that's... that's ridiculous."

But Vijay could see the doubt in her eyes, the way her cheeks flushed as she remembered the way Shubh had looked at her, the way his touch had lingered. She turned away, her hands clutching the sheets, her mind racing.

The next few days were a blur, the tension in the house growing thicker with each passing hour. Vijay watched Shubh like a hawk, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. But as the days went on, something shifted. The anger gave way to something else--something darker, more desperate. He began to notice the way Shaila's body moved, the way her laughter filled the room, the way her presence seemed to light up the house. And he began to wonder... What if?

The thought was insane, unthinkable, but it took root in his mind, growing stronger with each passing day. He watched Shubh more closely now, his eyes narrowing as he saw the way the younger man looked at Shaila, the way his hands trembled when she was near. And he began to wonder... What if they used that? What if they...?

The idea was madness, but it was also a lifeline. A way out. A way to save themselves. He didn't know if Shaila would agree, if she could even consider it. But as he lay in bed that night, his mind racing, he knew one thing for certain--they were running out of time. And desperate times called for desperate measures.

Chapter 6: Between Shame and Survival

The room was heavy with the weight of tension that seemed to press against Vijay's chest like a stone. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped tightly together. The silence was deafening, broken only by the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Shaila sat across from him, her legs folded beneath her, her eyes searching his face for answers he hadn't yet given.

Vijay's mind raced, his thoughts a tangled web of guilt, shame, and desperation. He had spent days--no, weeks--turning the idea over in his head, examining it from every angle, trying to find a way out, a different solution. But there was none. This was it. The only way. The thought made his stomach churn, his hands trembling as he reached for Shaila's.

"Shaila," he began, his voice low, hesitant. "We... we need to talk."

She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. "What is it, Vijay? You've been... distant lately. Is something wrong?"

He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "I've been thinking," he said, his words slow, measured. "About us. About... the policy."

Shaila's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. "Vijay, we've talked about this. We still have time. We'll figure something out."

He shook his head, his grip on her hand tightening. "No, Shaila. We don't. Not enough time. My dried out balls don't have enough juice for you to conceive, even though I ran some tests, and no artificial conceiving is possible with the quality of my sperm." He paused, his mind racing, his stomach twisting as he forced himself to continue. "I... I've been thinking about Shubh."

Shaila's eyes narrowed, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out. She stared at him, her expression a mix of confusion and disbelief. "Shubh? What does he have to do with this?"

Vijay's throat tightened, his voice barely above a whisper. "He's... young. Strong. He could... he could give us what we need."

Shaila's breath hitched, her hand pulling away from his as if she'd been burned. "Vijay, what are you saying?"

He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of desperation and shame. "I'm saying... We need a child, Shaila. And I... I can't give you that. Not the way things are. But Shubh... he could."

Shaila's face flushed, her hands trembling as she clutched the fabric of her nightgown. "Vijay, that's... that's insane. He's our nephew. He's... he's just a boy."

Vijay shook his head, his voice firm now, despite the fear that clawed at his chest. "He's not a boy, Shaila. He's a man. And he... he wants you. I've seen the way he looks at you. The way he... touches you."

Shaila's eyes widened, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. "Vijay, I... I don't know what you're talking about."

He reached for her again, his hands trembling as he cupped her face. "Yes, you do. You've seen it too. The way he watches you. The way he... desires you." His voice dropped to a whisper, his words heavy with guilt and shame. "And I... I think we should use that."

Shaila's breath caught in her throat, her mind racing as she tried to process what he was saying. "Vijay, this is... this is madness. We can't... we can't do this."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, his touch soft, almost pleading. "We have to, Shaila. We don't have a choice. If we don't... if we don't do this, we'll lose everything. Everything we are. We still have a life ahead."

Shaila's body trembled, her mind a whirlwind of emotions--fear, disbelief, and something else, something she didn't want to name. She looked at him, her eyes filled with tears, her voice barely above a whisper. "Vijay, I... I don't know if I can."

He kissed her then, his lips soft, tentative, as if he was afraid she might pull away. But she didn't. Instead, she leaned into him, her body responding to his touch, her hands gripping his shoulders as if she was afraid she might fall. The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling, their bodies pressing together as the tension between them grew.

Vijay's hands moved to her waist, his touch firm, insistent, as he pushed her back onto the bed. His lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, leaving faint marks that made her gasp. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her, relearning the woman he had loved for so many years. He could feel the tension in her, the way her body resisted, but he didn't stop. He couldn't.

Shaila's hands moved to his chest, pushing him back, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. "Vijay, I... I can't. Not like this."

He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of desperation and shame. "You have to, Shaila. We have to. For us. For our future."

She stared at him, her mind racing, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the fear in his eyes, the way his hands trembled as he touched her. And she could feel it too--the fear, the desperation, the need to survive.

She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Okay."

The air in the house felt charged, like the heavy stillness before a storm. Shaila stood in front of the mirror, her fingers trembling as she adjusted the pallu of her sari. The fabric clung to her curves in a way it hadn't in years, the deep red accentuating the softness of her skin, the fullness of her hips. She had chosen it carefully, the blouse cut just a little lower, the drape a little more revealing. It wasn't overt, nothing vulgar, but it was enough. Enough to make her feel something she hadn't in a long time--alive.

Her reflection stared back at her, the woman in the mirror both familiar and foreign. There was a flush in her cheeks, a spark in her eyes that she hadn't seen in years. She felt a strange mix of guilt and exhilaration, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On one side, there was the weight of survival, the desperate need to save herself and Vijay from the fate that loomed over them. On the other, there was her pride, her piety, the part of her that screamed this was wrong. But beneath it all, there was something else--a flicker of youth, a fire that had been reignited, burning low but steady in the pit of her stomach.

She took a deep breath, her hands smoothing the fabric over her hips, and stepped out of the room. The house was quiet, the only sound was the faint hum of the ceiling fan. Shubh was in the living room, sprawled on the couch, his eyes glued to his phone. He looked up as she entered, and for a moment, his expression froze, his eyes widening as they traveled over her. She saw the way his gaze lingered on the curve of her waist, the way his throat moved as he swallowed hard. There was a flicker of something in his eyes--something hungry, something desperate--before he quickly looked away, his cheeks flushing.

Shaila felt a strange thrill at his reaction, a warmth spreading through her chest. She hadn't felt this kind of attention in years, and hadn't realized how much she had missed it. She moved past him, her hips swaying slightly, and pretended not to notice the way his eyes followed her, the way his hands clenched into fists on his thighs.

Vijay was in the kitchen, his back to her as he washed the dishes. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands moved with a mechanical precision. He didn't turn around, but she knew he had seen her. She could feel his gaze on her, heavy and unspoken, and she knew he was thinking the same thing she was--that this was the first step, the beginning of something they couldn't take back.

The days that followed were a blur, the tension in the house growing thicker with each passing hour. Shaila found herself reveling in the attention, in the way Shubh's eyes followed her every move, the way his breath hitched when she leaned over to pick something up, the way his hands trembled when he brushed past her in the hallway. She wore her saris a little more daringly, her blouses a little more revealing, and each time, she saw the way his gaze darkened, the way his body reacted to her presence.

One morning, she stood in her room, her back to the mirror as she struggled with the hooks of her blouse. The fabric was stubborn, the hooks refusing to cooperate, and she let out a frustrated sigh. Her eyes flicked to the door, and she hesitated for a moment before calling out, "Shubh? Could you help me with this?"

There was a moment of silence, and then the sound of footsteps approaching. Shubh appeared in the doorway, his eyes wide, his cheeks flushed. He stared at her for a moment, his gaze traveling over her bare back, the curve of her hips, the swell of her ass barely concealed by her petticoat. She saw the way his breath hitched, the way his hands clenched at his sides.

"I... I can't reach the hooks," she said, her voice soft, almost shy. "Could you...?"

Shubh nodded, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. He stepped into the room, his movements hesitant, almost reverent. His hands trembled as he reached for the hooks, his fingers brushing against her skin. She felt a shiver run through her at the touch, her breath catching in her throat. His hands were warm, his touch tentative, and she could feel the heat of his body behind her, the way his breath ghosted over her neck.

His fingers fumbled with the hooks, his touch lingering longer than necessary. She felt his hand slip, his palm brushing against the curve of her back, and she couldn't suppress the soft gasp that escaped her lips. His touch was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through her that she hadn't felt in years. She closed her eyes, her body leaning into his touch, and for a moment, she forgot about everything--the policy, the fear, the guilt. All that mattered was the way his hands felt on her skin, the way his breath hitched as he touched her.

Shubh's hands stilled, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He was so close now, his body pressing against hers, and she could feel the heat of him, the way his body reacted to her. His hand moved lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip, and she felt a thrill run through her, a warmth spreading through her chest.

"Shaila..." he whispered, his voice trembling, and she felt a shiver run through her at the sound of her name on his lips.

She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the air between them thick with unspoken desire. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the way his body trembled with need, and she felt a strange mix of guilt and exhilaration. This was wrong, she knew that, but it also felt so right, so inevitable.

Vijay stood in the doorway, his eyes dark, his expression unreadable. He had seen it all--the way Shubh's hands had lingered on her skin, the way her body had responded to his touch. He felt a strange mix of emotions--anger, jealousy, but also a twisted sense of relief. His plan was working, but at what cost?

The room was thick with tension, the air heavy and electric, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Shaila stood frozen, her eyes downcast, her cheeks burning with a mix of shame and something else--something she couldn't name. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing in her ears like a drum. She could feel Shubh's presence behind her, his breath hot against her neck, his body radiating a heat that made her skin prickle. She didn't dare look up, didn't dare meet his gaze, but she could feel his eyes on her, burning into her with a hunger that made her stomach twist.

Her gaze flicked downward, and she saw it--the unmistakable bulge in his pants, straining against the fabric of his boxers, throbbing with a life of its own. It was huge, almost obscene, and she felt a strange mix of fear and fascination as she stared at it. She could feel the heat radiating from it, and could almost imagine the pulse of it against her skin. Her breath hitched, her body trembling as she tried to steady herself, but it was no use. The sight of him, the sheer size of him, sent a jolt of something through her--something she hadn't felt in years.

Shubh stepped closer, his body pressing against hers, and she felt the hard length of him poke into the softness of her belly. She gasped, her hands flying to his chest, but she didn't push him away. Instead, she stood there, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. She could feel the throb of him against her, the heat of him seeping through the fabric of his boxers and into her skin. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and she felt a strange mix of guilt and desire as she stood there.

Shubh's hands moved to her arms, his touch tentative at first, but growing bolder as he traced the curve of her shoulders. She felt a shiver run through her at the touch, as his fingers brushed against her skin. His hands moved higher, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her blouse, and she felt a thrill run through her as he slowly pulled it down, exposing her shoulder. The fabric slid down her arm, the cool air hitting her skin, and she felt a strange mix of vulnerability and exhilaration as she stood there, her body bared to him.

Her eyes fluttered shut, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she felt his hands on her skin, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through her that she hadn't felt in years. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the way his breath ghosted over her neck, and she felt a strange mix of fear and desire as she stood there, her body trembling with need.

Shubh's hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her shoulder, and she felt a thrill run through her as he slowly pulled her blouse down, exposing her breasts. The fabric slipped down her arms, pooling at her waist, as she stood there, her body bared to him. Her breasts were saggy, the weight of age and time pulling them down, but they were still beautiful, still full and soft, and she felt a strange mix of pride and shame as she stood there, her body exposed to him.

Shubh's breath hitched, his eyes darkening as he stared at her, his gaze traveling over her body with a hunger that made her stomach twist. His hands moved to her breasts, his touch tentative at first, but growing bolder as he cupped them, his fingers tracing the curve of her nipples. She felt a jolt of pleasure run through her at the touch, her breath catching in her throat as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her skin.

"Ahhh, mami, I had been waiting for so long for this." Shubh exhaled the moan.

His mouth found her nipple, his tongue flicking against it, and she felt a thrill run through her as he sucked, his mouth hot and wet against her skin. She gasped, her hands flying to his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him to her, her body trembling with need. His hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her midriff, and she felt a strange mix of fear and desire as he touched her, his hands exploring every inch of her body.

Vijay stood in the doorway, his eyes dark, his expression unreadable. He had seen it all--the way Shubh's hands had lingered on her skin, the way her body had responded to his touch. His plan was working, but at what cost? He could feel the heat in the room, the way the air seemed to crackle with electricity, and he felt a strange mix of guilt and desire as he watched them, his body betraying him.

His limp dick throbbed, the heat in the room making him ache with need, and he felt a strange mix of shame and desire as he stood there, his body trembling with need. He knew he should stop them, knew he should intervene, but he couldn't. Instead, he stood there, his eyes dark, his body trembling with need, as he watched them, the heat in the room making him ache with desire.

Chapter 7: Gentleman's Agreement

The room was a furnace, every breath heavy, every movement deliberate. Shubh stood tall, his body rigid with need, his hands gripping Shaila's shoulders as he pulled her close. Her body melted into his, her curves pressing against the hard lines of his frame, her breath hitching as his lips crashed onto hers. The kiss was fierce, hungry, a collision of pent-up longing and raw, unspoken need. Shaila's hands clawed at his back, her nails digging into his skin as she moaned into his mouth, the sound low and guttural, a sound she hadn't made in years. Her fire, long dormant, roared to life, burning through her veins, consuming her.

Shubh's hands roamed her body, his touch desperate, possessive, as if he couldn't get enough of her. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, the softness of her belly, and she shuddered under his touch, her body responding in ways she had forgotten it could. Her hand slipped between them, her fingers brushing against the hard length of him straining against his pants. She gasped at the feel of him, the heat, the sheer size of him, and her fingers trembled as they traced the outline of his manhood through the fabric. It had been so long since she had touched a man like this, so long since she had felt this kind of raw, primal desire.

Shubh groaned, his hips bucking against her hand, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He pulled back from the kiss, his eyes dark, his gaze burning into hers as he guided her down to her knees. Shaila didn't resist, her body moving on instinct, her knees hitting the floor as she looked up at him, her eyes wide, her lips parted. Her hands moved to his waist, her fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers, and she hesitated for a moment, her breath catching in her throat. But then she pulled them down, revealing him in all his glory, and her eyes widened at the sight of him. He was huge, thick and throbbing, the veins pulsing with life, the head glistening with precum.

"Mmmm..." Shaila murmured, biting her lower lip.

Her hand wrapped around his shaft, her fingers barely able to meet, and she felt a thrill run through her as she stroked him, her touch tentative at first, but growing bolder as she felt him twitch in her hand. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to taste him, and she moaned at the salty tang of him, the heat of him against her tongue. She took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the head, and she felt a jolt of pleasure run through her as he groaned above her, his hands tangling in her hair.

Shubh's hips bucked, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. He noticed movement out of the corner of his eye, and his gaze flicked to the doorway, where Vijay stood, watching them with an unreadable expression. For a moment, Shubh froze, his body tensing, but then he saw the look on Vijay's face--the satisfaction, the approval--and he relaxed, his hips moving again as Shaila took him deeper into her mouth.

Vijay stepped closer, his eyes dark, his expression unreadable as he watched them. His voice was low, almost a growl, as he spoke. "Will you breed your mami, Shubh?"

Shubh groaned, his hips bucking as he looked down at Shaila, her lips wrapped around him, her eyes closed in pleasure. "Ahh, yes," he moaned, his voice trembling with need.

Vijay's lips curled into a faint smile, his eyes dark with something Shubh couldn't quite place. "She's ovulating," Vijay said, his voice low, almost a whisper. "For the next two days, she's yours to use."

Shubh's breath hitched, his body trembling with need as he looked down at Shaila, her lips still wrapped around him, her hands gripping his thighs. He nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes."

Vijay's smile widened, his eyes dark with something Shubh couldn't quite place. "Good," he said, his voice low, almost a growl. "We have an agreement, then."

Shubh nodded again, his body trembling with need as he looked down at Shaila, her lips still wrapped around him, her hands gripping his thighs. He felt a thrill run through him, a mix of desire and something else--something darker, more primal. He knew what he had to do, knew what was expected of him, and he was ready. More than ready.

Shaila's knees pressed into the floor, her body trembling with a mix of anticipation and surrender. Her lips were wrapped around him, her mouth hot and wet, her tongue working in slow, deliberate strokes that made Shubh's legs shake. Her eyes, wide and dark, flicked upward to meet his, and in that moment, there was no need for words. Her gaze spoke volumes--soft yet fierce, hesitant yet willing. There was a flicker of something in her eyes, a spark of approval, of acceptance, that made Shubh's breath hitch.

Her hands rested on his thighs, her fingers digging into his skin as she took him deeper, her lips sliding down his length with a practiced ease that surprised even her. Her eyes never left his, the connection between them electric, unbroken. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the way his jaw tightened as he fought to keep control, and it only spurred her on. Her moans vibrated around him, low and throaty, the sound sending shivers down his spine.

Shubh's hands tangled in her hair, his fingers tightening as he guided her, his hips moving in shallow thrusts that made her gasp. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her body trembling with the intensity of it all, but when they opened again, they were filled with a quiet determination. She nodded slightly, the movement subtle but unmistakable, her gaze locking with his once more. It was all the approval he needed.

Her lips tightened around him, her tongue swirling in a way that made his knees buckle, and she could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back, trying to keep himself together. But she didn't stop. Instead, she took him deeper, her throat relaxing as she swallowed him whole, her eyes never leaving his. The look in her eyes was enough to shatter whatever restraint he had left.

Shubh groaned, his head falling back as he lost himself in the sensation, his hands tightening in her hair. "Mami..." he breathed, his voice trembling, and Shaila's eyes softened at the sound, her approval radiating through her gaze as she continued to serve him, her body trembling with a mix of desire and something deeper--something that felt like surrender, like acceptance, like the beginning of something neither of them could take back.

Vijay stood behind her, his hands gentle as he gathered her hair, tying it back with a loose knot. His fingers lingered for a moment, brushing against the nape of her neck, and she shivered at the touch, her moans vibrating around Shubh. Vijay's eyes were dark, his expression unreadable as he watched her, his gaze traveling over the curve of her back, the swell of her hips, the way her body moved with a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice low, almost a whisper. "You're doing so well," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "So beautiful."

Shaila's breath hitched, her body trembling as she felt his words wash over her, the praise sending a jolt of pleasure through her that made her moan around Shubh. Her hands tightened on his thighs, her nails digging into his skin as she took him deeper, her throat relaxing around him with a practiced ease that made his breath hitch. Vijay's hands lingered for a moment longer, his fingers brushing against her neck, before he straightened, his eyes dark as he watched her for a moment longer. Then, with a quiet sigh, he turned and walked out of the room, the sound of her moans following him like a shadow.

He sat in the adjacent room, the door left slightly ajar, the sound of their pleasure drifting through the crack. The moans grew louder, more desperate, the rhythm of their bodies echoing through the house like a heartbeat. The sound of skin against skin, the sharp, wet slap of flesh meeting flesh, filled the air, mingling with the low, guttural groans that spilled from Shubh's lips. Shaila's cries grew higher, more frantic, her body trembling as she reached her peak again and again, her pleasure spilling over in waves that left her breathless.

Vijay sat in the chair, his eyes closed, his body trembling as he listened to the sounds of their pleasure. His mind raced, his imagination running wild as he pictured them together, Shubh's body moving over hers, her hands clawing at his back, her lips parted in a silent scream as she reached her peak. The sound of their pleasure grew louder, more desperate, the rhythm of their bodies echoing through the house like a heartbeat. The sound of skin against skin, the sharp, wet slap of flesh meeting flesh, filled the air, mingling with the low, guttural groans that spilled from Shubh's lips. Shaila's cries grew higher, more frantic, her body trembling as she reached her peak again and again, her pleasure spilling over in waves that left her breathless.

Finally, the sound of Shubh's climax filled the air, a low, guttural groan that sent a shiver down Vijay's spine. He sat there for a moment longer, his body trembling, his mind racing, before he finally stood, his legs shaky as he made his way to the bedroom. He collapsed onto the bed, his body trembling with a mix of exhaustion and something darker, more primal. The sound of their pleasure still echoed in his ears, a constant reminder of what he had allowed, what he had set in motion. He closed his eyes, the sound of their moans still ringing in his ears, and drifted off to sleep, his dreams filled with images of Shaila, her body trembling with pleasure, her lips parted in a silent scream.

When he woke up, the house was quiet, the sound of their pleasure replaced by the soft hum of the ceiling fan. He made his way to the kitchen, his body still trembling with the remnants of what had happened, and found Shaila there, her back to him as she prepared dinner. She was glowing, her skin flushed, her body moving with a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. He stepped closer, his hands resting on her hips, his lips brushing against her neck. She shivered at the touch, her breath hitching as she turned to face him, her eyes wide, her lips parted in a silent gasp.

Vijay slid his hand over Shaila's belly, kissed her, his lips soft, tentative, as if he was afraid she might pull away. But she didn't. Instead, she leaned into him, her body responding to his touch, her hands gripping his shoulders as if she was afraid she might fall. The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling, their bodies pressing together as the tension between them grew.

Shubh entered the kitchen, his body still humming with the remnants of his earlier pleasure. He moved casually, his hand stroking himself as he picked up Shaila's sari, put her knee on the kitchen counter. He stepped closer, his body pressing against hers, his hand slipping between her legs, the fabric of her sari brushing against her skin. Shaila gasped, her body trembling as she felt the fabric slip inside her, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her that made her moan into Vijay's mouth.

Vijay's hands tightened on her belly, his body trembling as he felt her pleasure, the way her body responded to Shubh's touch. He kissed her deeper, his tongue sliding against hers, his hands roaming over her body as Shubh moved behind her, his body pressing against hers, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed the fabric deeper inside her. Shaila's moans grew louder, more desperate, her body trembling as she reached her peak, her pleasure spilling over in waves that left her breathless.

Shubh groaned, his body trembling as he reached his climax, his release spilling into her, the warmth of it sending a shiver down her spine. Vijay kissed her deeper, his hands tightening on her belly as he felt her pleasure, the way her body responded to Shubh's touch. The sound of their pleasure filled the air, mingling with the soft hum of the ceiling fan, a constant reminder of what they had done, what they had become.

At the dining table, Shubh and Vijay sat, their bodies still humming with the remnants of their earlier pleasure. Shaila knelt beneath the table, her hands gripping his thighs, her lips wrapped around Shubh's cock,, her mouth working with a rhythm that was both desperate and deliberate. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed, her body trembling with a mix of pleasure and something deeper--something that felt like surrender.

Shubh eating his food while pleased, his phone clutched in his hand, the screen illuminating his face with a harsh, blue light. His jaw was tight, his eyes narrowed as he read the message again, the words burning into his mind. Report to your station tomorrow morning. His stomach churned, his chest tightening as the reality of it sank in. This was it. His last night here. His last night with her.

Vijay by his side, his expression unreadable. He had seen the message, had seen the way Shubh's face had darkened as he read it. He knew what it meant, knew what had to be done. His eyes flicked to Shaila, who was pleasing Shubh from below the table. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. She looked at Shubh, her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came out.

"This is it," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. "Tonight is all we have. We have to make it count." said Vijay.

"I'll do whatever it takes," she whispered, as she pulled her mouth away from Shubh's cock drenched in her saliva forming a string from her mouth to his dick.

Shaila came out from under the table, Vijay's hands moved to her waist, his touch firm, insistent, as he took her towards the bed. His lips found hers, the kiss deep, consuming, as if he could pour all his love, all his desperation, into her. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her, relearning the woman he had loved for so many years. He could feel the tension in her, the way her body resisted, but he didn't stop. He couldn't.

Shubh followed them, watched them, his body trembling with need, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He stepped closer, his eyes dark, his gaze burning into hers as he guided her down to her knees. Shaila didn't resist, her body moving on instinct, crawling on her four, her eyes wide, her lips parted. Her hands clenched the bedsheet, she hesitated for a moment. Shubh pulled his boxer down, revealing him in all his glory, and Shaila looked back, eyes widened at the sight of him. He was huge, thick and throbbing, the veins pulsing with life, the head glistening with precum.

Shubh's hand wrapped around his shaft, stroked it, growing bolder as he felt it twitch in his hand. Vijay tightly held her hand, as she was anticipating a stroke from behind. Shubh moved swiftly towards her, slipped away her sari and panties.

"Ahh, yes," he moaned, his voice trembling with need, as he pressed his cock against the pussy of Shaila.

Shubh's breath shallow and fast, his body trembling with need as he looked down at Shaila, her pussy welcomed him. He slowly started to move in a rhythm, which Shaila flowed, coupled with her slight moans. Vijay kept holding her hand and sat by bedside. Shubh went heavy on her, as he wanted to feel every inch inside her all at once. Shaila hit with his rock hard cock at the right place, melted her brain into a pool of sensual pleasures. She climaxed a couple of times, to sooth her and keep kissing her lips. Finally Shubh's movement became faster, as he was about to spread his seed for the last time inside her. He flooded Shaila's inside with his thick warm cum, which she felt its force and warmth hit her inside. Shaila collapsed on the bed, Shubh drowned in his own pleasure, slapped Shaila's naked but, gave a crooked smile, and winked at Vijay walked out of the room saying the words

"Job Done!"

Shaila lay beside Vijay, her body drenched in sweat, her eyes closed, her face flushed with pleasure. Vijay sat on the edge of the bed, his hands resting on her thighs, his eyes dark as he watched them, his expression unreadable.

The next morning, Shubh left in the early hours, his body still humming with the remnants of their earlier pleasure. Shaila and Vijay stood in the doorway, their bodies pressed together, their eyes dark as they watched him go. They didn't speak, and didn't need to. The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unanswered questions.

Fifteen days later, Vijay stood outside the bathroom, his body trembling with anticipation, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. The door of the washroom opened, and Shaila stepped out, her face flushed, her eyes wide. She held the pregnancy test in her hand, the result clear for him to see.

Positive.

Vijay's breath hitched, his body trembling as he reached for her, his arms wrapping around her in a tight embrace, he moved his hand over her belly. He felt a strange mix of emotions--relief, pride, happiness. Shaila's hands moved to his chest, her fingers brushing against his skin, her eyes wide as she looked up at him.

But even as she stood there, her body still reminiscing with pleasure, her mind raced with thoughts of Shubh, of the way his hands had felt on her skin, the way his body had moved over hers. The fire inside her still burned, a constant reminder of what they had done, what they had become.

THE END