The Pretend Wife Pt. 05

The air buzzed, electric and heavy, as Praveen's hands gripped my hips, fingers sinking into the navy dress like he'd never let go. My lips stung from our kiss--wet, desperate, pink lipstick smearing across his jaw, a mark I hadn't meant to leave. I clung to him, nails catching in his blazer, my body molded to his, feeling the hard press of him through his jeans. The extensions danced against my cheeks, silky waves framing the storm in my head. What's happening to me? My thighs tensed, a low heat stirring, and pulling away felt impossible--not now, not with his breath hot on my skin.

His mouth tore from mine, trailing sloppy kisses down my neck, teeth grazing the heart necklace, nipping until a shiver ran through me.

"Mmm, babe," he murmured, voice rough, and I gasped, "Oh, Praveen!" the sound high and unfamiliar, slipping from Saanvi's lips.

My hands twisted in his hair, tugging, urging him closer as he sucked a bruise that throbbed with my pulse. The room tilted--wine, lust, the dress hugging my curves--and my legs wobbled, stockings whispering against each other, heels sinking into the rug.

Praveen groaned, low and hungry, his hands sliding down, cupping my ass through the skirt, squeezing hard enough to make me yelp.

"God, Saanvi, fuck," he rasped, voice thick with want, and suddenly my feet left the floor.

"Oh!" I squeaked, as he lifted me, hands firm under my cheeks, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, the dress bunching up, stockings catching on his jeans. This is insane. My mind reeled, but I arched into him, craving the friction, the strength in his grip holding me like I weighed nothing. "Babe, you're so strong," I panted, Saanvi's lilt trembling.

He lurched toward the bed, lips crashing back to mine, tongue diving deep, tasting of whiskey and heat.

"Fuck, baby," he growled, and I moaned, "Mmm, Praveen!" gripping his shoulders, heart slamming, extensions bouncing with each unsteady step.

We hit the mattress hard, a tangle of limbs, the bedframe creaking as we fell--him half on top, my legs splayed, skirt riding high. "Ahh!" I gasped, pillows scattering, staring up at him, his eyes dark, feral, pinning me in place. The navy dress fanned out, bra's lace peeking from the neckline, my pumped chest rising fast.

"Praveen, oh God," I panted, Saanvi's lilt shaky, my hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat through his shirt. He'd lost his blazer somewhere, buttons undone to his navel, skin gleaming with sweat. Straddling my hips, he kneaded my ass, pulling me closer, and I squirmed, the bra rasping against my curves, their weight shifting under his gaze. Am I really doing this? A flicker of doubt, but my body hummed, a small hardness stirring under the skirt, impossible to ignore.

He leaned in, lips brushing my ear, breath hot and teasing.

"You're fucking gorgeous, Saanvi," he murmured, low and hungry. "My sexy pretend girlfriend, babe." His fingers traced the dress's hem, grazing my thigh, sparking a shiver that curled deep. "Oh, babe," I moaned, voice trembling.

I swallowed, hands pressing his chest, hesitant. "Praveen... isn't this--" I faltered, the word wrong stuck in my throat. This feels too far. My voice wavered, Savan's roughness creeping in, clashing with Saanvi's softness. "Are we sure about this?"

He pulled back, just enough to meet my eyes, his grin soft, disarming.

"Sure, baby?" he said, thumb brushing my cheek, smearing the blush I'd layered on hours ago.

"Look at you--those lips, that body, fuck." His hand slid to my neck, fingers grazing the heart pendant, then lower, cupping my pumped breast through the dress.

"I'm dying for you, Saanvi. This is just us--my girl, making me lose my mind."

His words hit like a spark, warming my skin, tugging at something I couldn't name. He sees Saanvi, not me. The thought twisted--Savan was still there, questioning, but Praveen's touch, his voice, made it hard to care. "I don't know," I mumbled, shifting, stockings snagging the sheets. "It's a lot, babe."

"Hey, sweet girl," he said, softer, leaning closer, lips brushing my jaw, slow and deliberate.

"You're stunning, Saanvi--so pretty, fuck." His hand slipped under the skirt, fingers tracing the stocking's edge, teasing my thigh.

"Let me show you--mmm--how good you feel, baby."

I gasped, "Oh, Praveen!" as his touch ignited a pulse low in me, my resistance fraying. This is crazy. But my hips twitched, seeking him, and his eyes held mine, dark and warm, calling me beautiful.

"You think I'm..." I trailed off, voice small, Saanvi's lilt taking over, "really?"

"Perfect, babe," he finished, kissing my cheek, then the corner of my mouth, coaxing.

"So soft, so sexy, fuck." He squeezed my breast again, thumb circling my nipple through the bra, and I moaned, "Ah, baby!" high and needy, the sound shocking me.

"Those curves?" he growled, kissing my throat. "Made for this, Saanvi. Let me worship you."

The moan wasn't mine--not Savan's, at least--and it echoed, raw and desperate. His words sank in, seductive, feminizing, pulling me into her skin. Maybe I could get used to this. The thought was faint, buried fast, but my body answered, leaning into his kiss, lips parting as I kissed him back, tentative, then hungry. "Mmm, Praveen," I moaned, hands sliding up his arms, gripping, and I ground my hips against him, feeling his hardness, a thrill spiking through me. "Babe, you feel so good."

"Fuck, yes, baby," he groaned, hands back on my ass, guiding my rhythm, fingers digging in.

"Show me how sexy you are, Saanvi!" I rocked harder, the skirt bunching higher, stockings stretched, and climbed onto his lap, straddling him, my thighs framing his hips.

"Oh, fuck, babe!" I gasped, the dress flaring, bangles clinking, kissing him deeper, tongue tangling, Saanvi's boldness surging. What am I doing? But I didn't stop, grinding against him, the friction dizzying, hands in his hair, pulling tight. "Praveen, you--mmm--God!"

"That's it, fuck, baby," he panted, lips brushing my throat, voice rough.

"Ride me, Saanvi, gimme that sexy ass." His hands roamed, squeezing my cheeks, then sliding up to tug the dress's bodice down, exposing the black lace bra. My pumped breasts jiggled, heavy and soft, and he groaned, "Oh, babe!" burying his face between them, motorboating with a playful growl that made me laugh--"Praveen!"--then moan, "Oh, baby, fuck!" as his lips grazed my skin, kissing the curves, sucking lightly. The stubble scratched, a sharp contrast to the wet heat of his mouth, and I arched, heat flooding me. "Mmm, you're so good, babe!"

"Praveen, God, babe," I gasped, hands on his shoulders, steadying myself as he worshipped my chest, tongue flicking over the bra's edge, teasing my nipple. This is wild. My body sang, a small hardness pulsing under the skirt, and I let him lead, lost in the sensation, the weight of my curves under his hands.

"Oh, you're killing me!" His shirt hung open, and my fingers wandered, hesitant, down his chest, pausing at his jeans. Can I? Curiosity won, and I fumbled with the zipper, heart racing as I reached inside, my hand closing around his cock--warm, thick, a solid 6.5 inches that made my breath catch.

"Fuck, Saanvi!" he hissed, head tipping back, and I froze, staring at my hand, Saanvi's pink nails bright against his skin, the length of him pulsing under my grip. This is another guy. The thought flared, but his groan, the way he twitched, felt... powerful.

"Oh, baby, keep going," he panted, and I stroked, slow, testing, then faster, my thumb circling the tip, slick and hot.

"Shit, you're too good, babe!" His hips jerked, voice rough, and I smirked, Saanvi's confidence blooming, leaning down to kiss his neck, tasting sweat and cologne as I worked him, the rhythm hypnotic. "Mmm, Praveen!"

His hands gripped my thighs, urging me on, and I felt bold, electric. Crazy, but... hot. "You like that, babe?" I teased, and he groaned, "Fuck, yes, Saanvi!" I shifted, sliding down, my lips hovering over his cock, breath shaky. I've never done this. But I licked my lips, gloss glistening, and took him in, tentative, then deeper, the taste sharp, salty, new.

"Oh, fuck, baby!" he moaned, loud, hands threading through my extensions, gentle, guiding. My tongue swirled, clumsy but eager, and I sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, my own hardness aching, ignored but throbbing.

"God, Saanvi, you're perfect!" he groaned, hips bucking. I leaned into Saanvi, letting her take over, her mouth, her power, sucking harder, tongue flicking the tip. "Mmm, babe!" I moaned around him, the vibration making him shudder. His breath hitched, and he pulled me off, panting, "Not yet, baby. I need you naked."

I blinked, lips tingling, gloss smeared, and nodded, dazed. "Okay, babe," I panted, Saanvi's lilt thick. He tugged at my dress, and I lifted my arms, letting him pull it over my head, the silk whispering as it fell to the floor. "Mmm, Praveen," I moaned, as the bra followed, unhooked with a snap, my pumped breasts bouncing free, heavy and soft. This is crazy. My heart pounded as he peeled off the stockings, slow, his fingers brushing my calves, then tossed them aside, his touch sparking shivers. "Oh, babe, you're so..." I fumbled with his jeans, shoving them down, his boxers next, until he was bare, his 6.5-inch cock hard and glistening. My hands shook, undoing the last of my underwear, and I stood there, naked, extensions spilling over my shoulders, my small, three-inch hardness exposed.

He stared, eyes raking over me, and I flushed, arms twitching to cover myself. He's seeing all of me. But his grin softened, hungry. "God, Saanvi, fuck," he said, stepping closer, voice low.

"You have a lovely clit, baby." His fingers brushed it, light, teasing, making me gasp, "Oh, Praveen!" He ran his hands down my sides, cupping my pumped breasts, squeezing gently.

"And this body--fuck, it's perfect, babe." His voice was reverent, eyes locked on mine, and I moaned, "Really, baby?"

I shivered, his words sinking in, feminizing, thrilling. Perfect? Me? The thought warmed me, easing the doubt, and I leaned into him, kissing him hard, "Mmm, Praveen!" Naked skin against naked skin, the extensions tickling my back, I felt raw, alive.

He groaned, "Fuck, Saanvi!" pulling me to the bed, and I straddled him again, my clit brushing his stomach, sparking heat. This is too much. But I wanted it--wanted her, Saanvi, to feel this--and I rocked against him, moaning, "Oh, babe, you feel so good!"

He flipped me onto my back, spreading my legs, his lips trailing down my thighs, slow, deliberate. "Sexy girl," he murmured, and I squirmed, exposed, my clit twitching as he kissed closer, then paused, spreading my cheeks.

What--? "Oh, fuck, Praveen!" I yelped, as his tongue flicked over my hole, warm, wet, hands clutching the sheets.

"Babe, what're you--oh, God!" He rimmed me, circling, dipping inside, and I writhed, screaming, "Fuck, baby!" Pleasure crashed through me, my mind spinning. This is so intense. But I pushed back, needing more, legs trembling as he worked, relentless, until I was slick, open, panting, "Oh, Praveen, please!"

He pulled back, smirking, "So fucking hot, babe," and slid a finger inside, slow, stretching me.

"Oh, fuck!" I groaned, hips rocking against him. "

Relax, baby," he said, adding another finger, curling them, hitting a spot that made me scream, "Fuck, babe!" The extensions fanned across the pillow, my chest heaving, curves bouncing with every thrust of his hand. Am I really this person? But I didn't care, not now, moaning, "Oh, Praveen, more!"

"Ready, baby?" he asked, voice husky, pulling out. I nodded, breathless, "Yes, babe!" watching him grab a condom, rolling it on with practiced ease. He positioned himself, his cock pressing against me, and I tensed, heart racing. This is it. "Make me yours--mmm--baby," I whispered, Saanvi's voice soft, needy, slipping out like it was meant to be.

"Fuck, Saanvi!" he groaned, pushing in, slow, the stretch burning, filling me.

"Oh, ahh, babe!" I gasped, nails digging into his arms, my body adjusting, pain fading to warmth, deep and pulsing.

He thrust, gentle, then harder, the bed creaking, my curves jiggling naked under him. "So good, baby," he panted, hands on my hips, driving deeper.

"Oh, fuck, Praveen!" I moaned, arching, meeting him, the rhythm addictive, my body alive with every move.

I kissed him, tongue plunging, "Mmm, babe!" missionary fucking raw and close, his weight grounding me. My clit rubbed against him, sweet friction, and I screamed, "Oh, baby, fuck!" the extensions tangling as I moved. He shifted, pulling out, and flipped me to my stomach, lifting my hips for doggy. Crazy.

"Yes, babe!" I moaned, pushing back as he entered, harder, deeper, his hands gripping my ass, spanking lightly, making me yelp, "Oh, Praveen!" Pleasure spiked, my screams muffled by the pillow, star earrings swaying.

"Ride me, baby!" he growled, rolling us so I was on top, cowgirl style.

"Oh, fuck, babe!" I gasped, sinking down, his cock stretching me, my hands on his chest, rocking slow, then fast. My curves bounced, heavy, and he groaned, "So fucking sexy, Saanvi!" hands guiding my thighs, eyes locked on me--on Saanvi. This isn't Savan. But it was, grinding harder, screaming, "Oh, baby!" as he rubbed my clit, pleasure cresting.

I spun, reverse cowgirl, facing away, my ass grinding as I rode, "Mmm, babe!" His hands spread my cheeks, thrusting up, hitting deep, and I whimpered, "Oh, fuck, Praveen!" my clit throbbing, so close. He pulled me back to missionary, legs wide, fucking slow, one hand on my throat--just enough pressure to thrill, making me gasp, "Oh, baby!" My hands roamed, cupping my breasts, then sliding down, stroking my clit, fast, desperate, as he fucked me--oh, God--harder, the bed shaking, earrings glinting in the dim light.

"Praveen, fuck, babe!" I moaned, Saanvi's voice thick, my hand pumping. I came--hard, hot, cum splattering my pumped tits, glistening on my skin. "Oh, baby!" I shuddered, clenching around him, and he groaned, "Fuck, Saanvi!" thrusting faster, pulling out, ripping off the condom. He stroked himself, cumming across my stomach, warm, slick, pooling in my navel. "Mmm, babe," I panted, extensions spilled out, cum--mine and his--marking me, raw and real.

He collapsed beside me, breath heavy, pulling me close. "Fuck, baby," he panted, voice soft, and I curled into him, naked, cum drying on my tits, my stomach, his arm warm around me. What did I just do? My mind churned, drunk, hazy, but my body felt... right, sated. Maybe I could get used to this.

"You okay, baby?" he murmured, lips brushing my hair, voice tender.

"Yeah," I whispered, Saanvi's throat tight. "Just intense, babe." I laughed, shaky, his fingers tracing my hip, soothing. Am I still me? Or her? The question swirled, wine pulling me under. Do I like being this way? A girl? A big maybe flickered as I drifted, his warmth anchoring me, cum still on my skin, sleep swallowing me whole.

A sharp knock jolted me from the haze of sleep, my body still tangled in Praveen's arms, his warmth heavy against my bare skin. The sheets clung to us, barely covering my cum-streaked tits and stomach, the sticky remnants of last night pulling tight. My eyes snapped open, heart lurching as the hotel door creaked, swinging inward. Oh God, no. Meera stepped inside, her silk blouse and slacks crisp, a tray of coffee cups in her hands, her face breaking into a wide grin as she saw us--naked, entwined, barely shielded by the crumpled bedding.

"Good morning, lovebirds!" she chirped, her voice bright, oblivious to the panic clawing my chest.

I yelped, "Meera!" scrambling to tug the sheet higher, my hands flying to cover my pumped breasts like a reflex, pressing them tight to hide their unnatural swell. She can't see--fuck, she can't know. My clit--small, hidden under the sheet--twitched with fear, the secret of my body screaming in my head. Saanvi's lilt trembled, high and girly, as I clutched the fabric, my extensions a messy veil across my face.

Praveen stirred, groaning, "Ma, what--" his arm tightening around me before he froze, eyes widening as he registered her. He yanked the sheet up, covering us both, his bare chest glistening with last night's sweat. "Fuck, Ma, knock much?" he muttered, voice thick, his face flushing red.

Meera laughed, setting the tray on the dresser, her grin only widening, eyes sparkling with delight. "Oh, don't be shy, beta," she said, waving a hand. "I'm just happy to see you two so... close." Her gaze lingered, warm but piercing, and I squirmed, the sheet slipping slightly, my hands pressing harder against my chest. Does she suspect? She saw too much.

"It's late, Saanvi darling," she added, her tone teasing but kind. "The family's waiting downstairs for breakfast. Don't keep us too long, hmm?" She winked, and my stomach twisted, heat flooding my cheeks. She thinks we're in love. If she knew...

"Uh, yeah, we'll--be down soon," I stammered, Saanvi's voice shaky, my nails digging into the sheet. This is a nightmare. My body felt exposed, even covered, the cum drying tight, a secret she'd never understand.

Praveen cleared his throat, shifting to block me from her view, his hand squeezing my hip under the sheet--reassuring, but awkward as hell. "Ma, we got it, okay? Give us a minute," he said, his grin forced, eyes darting to me, then back to her.

Meera chuckled, backing toward the door, her earrings glinting. "Alright, alright, I'll leave you lovebirds," she said, her smile still beaming, like she'd caught us in a rom-com. "But hurry, Priya's starving, and Vijay's grumpy without his coffee." She slipped out, the door clicking shut, and I exhaled, my heart pounding like a drum.

"Fuck," I whispered, collapsing against the pillows, the sheet still clutched to my chest, my pumped breasts aching from the pressure. That was too close. My mind raced, replaying her grin--did she see my shape, my fakeness? Savan's voice hissed in my head, She'll figure it out. You're not a girl.

Praveen rolled onto his back, rubbing his face, the sheet pooling at his waist, his cock soft but visible, making me flush. "Jesus, Indian moms, huh?" he muttered, half-laughing, but his eyes were tight, awkward. He glanced at me, then away, scratching his neck. "Look, Saanvi... let's talk about last night later, yeah? We're already late."

I nodded, my throat dry, Saanvi's lilt barely there. "Sure, babe," I said, but uncertainty clawed at me, my stomach churning with nerves. Last night--God, what was that? My body still tingled, the memory of his cock, my cum, our moans, flashing vivid and raw. I'm not supposed to want that. Am I? Confusion swirled, surprise at my own surrender mixing with dread--did I cross a line I can't uncross? I watched him slide out of bed, his bare ass flexing as he grabbed a towel, heading for the shower, and I sat frozen, the sheet slipping, exposing my cum-flecked skin.

"Be quick, okay?" he called, his voice light but strained, the bathroom door shutting with a soft thud.

I exhaled, alone now, my hands trembling as I dropped the sheet, staring at my pumped breasts, the curves I'd built, the cum drying in flakes. What am I doing here? Savan's doubt roared, but Saanvi's thrill lingered, a whisper of maybe I could get used to this I couldn't shake. I stood, legs shaky, and grabbed my bag, the extensions swaying, a heavy reminder of her. Get it together. You're Saanvi today. Breakfast loomed, the family waiting, and I had to play the part--again.

Dressing was a ritual, a transformation I both craved and feared, my American Indian roots woven into Saanvi's Western elegance. I started with the tuck, my fingers fumbling with my small, three-inch clit--not a cock, not today--easing it back, securing it with tight, nude shapewear that hugged my hips like a glove. The spandex was smooth, slightly elastic, compressing my truth into Saanvi's secret, and I winced, the pressure grounding me. This is crazy. I smoothed it down, checking for any bulge, my heart racing at Meera's morning intrusion, her eyes too close for comfort. Next came padded panties, soft silicone curves boosting my ass, sculpting hips that moved fluidly. They were a pale beige, seamless under fabric, and I adjusted them, the weight settling, thrilling yet heavy, like stepping into her skin.

I chose a burgundy wrap dress, lightweight crepe that flowed to my mid-calf, its V-neck modest but framing my pumped breasts with a soft drape, the fabric cool and silky against my skin. The dress tied at the waist with a thin belt, cinching my curves, the rich color a nod to my heritage's love of depth, vibrant yet sophisticated for a family breakfast. The sleeves were three-quarter, sheer at the ends, adding a delicate touch that felt professional yet approachable, perfect for Saanvi's role as the charming girlfriend. Underneath, a black bra--lace-edged, push-up--cradled my enhanced chest, the straps biting my shoulders, a sharp echo of Praveen's grip last night. Fuck, his hands. I shook my head, smoothing the dress, the hem swishing against my calves, no hint of my tucked secret beneath its flow.

Accessories layered her identity, each piece deliberate, tying me to Saanvi and home. I clipped on silver chandelier earrings, their lotus-shaped pendants dangling, chiming softly with every turn, a subtle nod to my mom's favorite flower. A thin silver necklace followed, its small turquoise pendant resting above the dress's neckline, the stone's blue-green glow catching the light, grounding me in my roots. On my right hand, a delicate ring--silver with a tiny amethyst--sparkled, its purple hue a quiet rebellion against plainness. I slipped a woven leather bracelet onto my left wrist, dark brown with a single silver bead, modern yet earthy, balancing Saanvi's polish with my own edge. The extensions needed taming, their dark waves cascading past my shoulders, and I brushed them smooth, the silkiness calming my pulse. She's real now. I stepped into nude ballet flats, leather with a slight sheen, their softness silent but elegant, my toes still pink from yesterday's polish, hidden inside.

A cream shawl, lightweight cashmere, was the final touch, draped loosely over my shoulders, its edges fringed, a chic shield that softened the dress's formality. I adjusted it, the fabric brushing my arms, and checked the mirror--Saanvi, Western, refined, a girl who belonged at this table. No one will guess. My heart steadied, the flats keeping me grounded, the dress's flow hiding any flaws, the lotus earrings a secret tether to who I was beneath.

Makeup was where Saanvi truly emerged, a process that felt like painting a new self. I sat at the hotel's vanity, the mirror unforgiving, my face bare except for last night's smudged gloss. Savan's gone. I started with primer, a lightweight gel that smoothed my skin, cooling my flushed cheeks. Foundation came next--liquid, ivory-toned, matching my neck, blended with a sponge until my jaw softened, my stubble vanished. Concealer, a creamy stick, brightened under my eyes, hiding the wine-induced shadows, and I dabbed it gently, my fingers steadying. Powder set it all, a translucent veil dusting my face, giving me that soft, dewy glow Meera loved to compliment.

Blush was tricky--too much screamed costume, too little left me flat. I chose a peachy pink, sweeping it high on my cheeks with a fluffy brush, the color warming my face like a secret. Bronzer followed, a subtle shimmer along my cheekbones, contouring my nose to look daintier, more hers. My eyes were the focus--Saanvi's eyes had to captivate. I lined them with black kohl, smudging the edges for a smoky look, the pencil gliding smooth, framing my lashes. Mascara came next, volumizing, coating each lash until they fanned out, long and dark, catching every blink. Eyeshadow was soft--a shimmery beige base, a burgundy accent to match the dress, blended into my crease with a small brush, giving depth without drama.

Lips were last, the final seal. I wiped away the old gloss, my mouth raw from Praveen's kisses, and applied a rosy pink lipstick, creamy and bold, outlining with a matching pencil for precision. The color popped, full and feminine, and I pressed my lips together, the texture slick, a reminder of last night's heat. Fuck, his mouth. I shook it off, adding a clear gloss for shine, my reflection now complete--Saanvi, polished, perfect, ready to fool them all. I spritzed a floral perfume--jasmine and rose--on my wrists, my neck, the scent wrapping me like a spell. She's here.

Praveen stepped out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, steam trailing him. He stopped, eyes raking over me, the dress's burgundy glow, the shawl's drape, the lotus earrings' chime. My heart skipped, waiting, the air thick with last night's ghosts.

"Beautiful," he said, voice low, simple, but his eyes lingered too long, awkwardness flooding the room like a tide.

"Thanks, babe," I mumbled, Saanvi's lilt strained, my hands smoothing the dress, avoiding his gaze. What does he think now? My stomach knotted, the memory of his cock, my surrender, burning bright. We moved in silence, him pulling on a gray Henley and chinos, me adjusting my shawl, the tension unbroken as we headed downstairs.

The dining room buzzed, a long table laden with pancakes, eggs, and steaming coffee, the family sprawled in noisy chaos. Vijay sat at the head, tablet in hand, grumbling about stocks. Priya, Praveen's cousin, was mid-story, her bracelets clashing as she waved her hands. Meera flitted about, serving juice, her blouse a vibrant coral today, her smile still wide, too knowing. She saw us. I swallowed, pasting on Saanvi's charm, my flats silent as I slid into a chair beside Praveen.

"Good morning, everyone!" I chirped, Saanvi's voice bright, my shawl slipping slightly as I reached for a pancake. Keep it together. My hands trembled, the bracelet clinking, and I smiled, nodding at Priya's chatter, hoping no one saw the panic in my eyes.

"Saanvi, you look amazing," Priya said, her grin genuine, passing me a bowl of fruit. "That dress is so elegant."

"Oh, thanks, Priya," I replied, my laugh forced, tucking a strand of extensions behind my ear. She doesn't know. None of them do. I glanced at Praveen, who was piling bacon onto his plate, his jaw tight, avoiding my gaze. Fuck, this is awkward.

Vijay grunted, lowering his tablet. "You two slept well, I hope?" he said, his tone dry, eyes flicking between us.

I choked on my coffee, coughing, "Uh, yeah, super well!" Saanvi's lilt cracked, my face burning as Meera giggled, her eyes twinkling with that damn grin. She's loving this. Praveen nudged my knee under the table, a silent calm down, and I forced a smile, cutting my pancake with shaky hands.

Breakfast dragged, the family's chatter a blur--Priya's job drama, Vijay's golf complaints, an auntie's Netflix obsession. I nodded, laughed, played Saanvi to perfection, my voice lilting, my gestures soft, but my mind screamed, They're watching. Don't slip. My clit stayed tucked, the shapewear tight, but every move felt like a risk, Meera's warmth a spotlight I couldn't escape. What if she guesses?

As plates cleared, my dread spiked--Meera was crossing the room, her blouse swishing, her smile aimed right at me. Fuck, here it comes. My heart raced, thoughts spiraling. Did she see too much this morning? My chest, my shape? Does she know I'm not real? I gripped my shawl, forcing Saanvi's calm, my earrings chiming as I turned to face her.

"Saanvi, darling, a word?" she said, her voice kind, pulling a chair beside me.

"Of course, Meera," I replied, my smile tight, bracelet clinking as I shifted. What's she gonna ask? My stomach churned, Praveen's glance fleeting, unreadable, as he chatted with Priya.

Meera leaned close, her perfume citrusy, her eyes soft but sharp. "You're settling in so well," she said, patting my hand, her rings cool against my skin. "I just adore how you light up this family."

"Oh, you're too sweet," I said, Saanvi's lilt steady, but my pulse hammered. Is this a trap? I sipped my coffee, the mug shaking slightly, my lipstick leaving a pink ring.

She laughed, waving a hand. "No, really, honey. You're so poised, so charming. Praveen's lucky to have you." Her voice dropped, conspiratorial. "And this morning--oh, don't blush! I'm thrilled, Saanvi. Seeing you two so close, cuddling like that... it warms my heart."

I froze, my coffee halfway to my lips, heat flooding my face. She's talking about it. "Uh, Meera, I--" I stammered, my shawl slipping, my hands fumbling to fix it. She saw us naked. Fuck, what if she noticed something off?

"Don't be shy, darling," she said, her grin wide, oblivious to my panic. "You make him so happy. I've never seen Praveen like this--smiling, relaxed. You're perfect for him, Saanvi, truly."

My throat tightened, Saanvi's voice soft. "Thank you, Meera," I managed, my smile wavering, her kindness sinking deep, almost painful. Perfect? If she knew... But her eyes held no doubt, only warmth, and I exhaled, a strange relief mixing with my fear. "That means a lot, really."

She squeezed my hand, her earrings glinting. "You're like a daughter already," she said, then laughed, lighter now. "Come, let's chat properly. Tell me, you into yoga? Oh, you'd love my morning class!"

I laughed, genuine this time, her ease pulling me in. "I'd love to try, Meera," I said, my nerves loosening, Saanvi's charm flowing easier. She doesn't suspect. She likes me. We talked, her voice a melody--yoga tips, family stories, her obsession with spicy tacos. I nodded, giggled, asked questions, my earrings chiming, my dress's burgundy catching her eye as she complimented it again.

"Let me introduce you properly," she said, tugging me up, her arm looping through mine. "You've met Priya, but there's more!" She led me around, presenting aunties, uncles, cousins--a whirlwind of names and smiles. "This is Saanvi, Praveen's lovely girlfriend," she announced, and I blushed, playing the part, my flats silent, my shawl fluttering. They're buying it. Priya hugged me, an uncle offered coffee tips, and Meera beamed, like I was hers already.

"You're a natural, hon," Meera whispered, squeezing my arm as we circled back. "We're keeping you, okay?"

I grinned, Saanvi's warmth real now. "I'm not going anywhere," I said, my voice steady, but my heart twisted--Can I keep this up? Her affection felt like a gift I didn't deserve, and I adored her, her laugh, her ease, a friendship forming I hadn't expected.

Breakfast ended, the family scattering, and I slipped away, my flats soft on the stairs, my mind racing as I reached our room. Praveen's waiting. I shut the door, leaning against it, the burgundy dress clinging to my skin, the extensions heavy. What's he gonna say? My stomach knotted, last night flashing--his cock, my moans, our cum. Was it a mistake? Does he see me as Saanvi, his girl, or just a drunk fling? Or worse, would he laugh it off, leaving me to untangle Savan from her alone? What do I even want? The question burned, a big maybe pulsing, my hands trembling as I waited, the conversation looming, its direction a shadow I couldn't read.