WhisperLine: Let him Watch Pt. 02

Story so far (Recap)

WhisperLine, an intimacy app launched by Sonali Bedi, gives women a discreet space to explore fantasies they've never dared voice aloud. Through anonymous calls with trained male companions, desire finds a voice -- and women find the courage to listen to themselves.

A Lucknow caller, Sunaina reveals her deep desires that she has been hiding for a long time. Sumit Verma, hired by the app, teases out her secret kink through a series of carefully planned fantasies, the thrill of being watched. Their intimate and teasing conversation concludes with a wild climax, which sets the tone for the stories that will follow. Now she again comes next evening too.

WhisperLine: You Unlocked Me... He Walked In

The next evening.

Sunaina's name lit up on the screen.

Something inside Sumit got tighter and stirred.

"I didn't expect you to come so soon. I thought you might need a few days to catch your breath," Sumit said warmly.

Sunaina: "I thought that too. But your voice wouldn't leave my mind. I couldn't get to sleep. It still aches."

Sumit said teasingly, "What does a woman do when it aches in all the wrong places?"

Sunaina said, "She drives."

A pause.

Sumit (voice getting a little sharper): "Where?"

"To Mohanlalganj," Sunaina said.

A moment of stillness.

"You really did go," Sumit said, smiling.

Sunaina whispered, "Today after lunch, I wore that yellow kurti. No bra. I parked a little ways away. Walked to the railroads, feeling the damp brush of my thighs."

Sumit said softly, "And then?"

Sunaina: "I stood close to the curve. The wind kept lifting the kurti. I unbuttoned two and touched the third one..."

A quick breath.

"I was ready. My hands moved. My chest went up. I was burning from inside. And then I heard it."

Sumit lowered his voice, "The train?"

Sunaina said, "Yes," with a tremble in her voice.

"A whistle. It came around the curve quickly."

She stopped. Her breath stopped.

"I stopped. My heart was pounding. I wasn't sure if I should run or lift my kurti and expose my breast as I had planned.

For a few seconds, I felt like I was utterly nude, even though I wasn't."

Sumit said gently, "But you were aroused?"

Sunaina moaned, "More than ever. I was dripping. My nipples were hard under the fabric. My panties were soaked."

Sunaina chuckled, "If I had more courage, I might have done it. I wanted it so badly... It scared me."

Sumit said in a serious tone, "And it should have scared you."

He let the silence grow, then he got softer.

"That hunger is real and nothing to be ashamed of. But doing it there, in public, is not brave. It is reckless and madness."

Sunaina: "So, no more kurti buttons and trains?"

Sumit smiled and said, "Not unless you want a FIR... or a WhatsApp video forwarded in a group of aunties called 'Shameless Girl from Sector 9.'"

She chuckled in a low, mischievous way.

But beneath that laugh, he could find her utter disappointment of failure.

Sumit hissed, "Sunaina, you aren't a rebellious teenager. You are a wife, a mother. Some fantasies are best kept inside walls."

He pictured her there, lifting her kurti, standing near the track.

"If you want to enact your fantasy, it needs a proper environment--something which is safe. Definitely not open tracks," he quipped, and then added, "Unless you want the station master joining too."

Sunaina, aroused, said, "Oh yeah? You mean showing your curves to the sabziwala while pretending to bargain over tomatoes?"

Sumit smiled and said, "Do you want to know how some sanskaari wives satisfy their thirst and still remain innocent?"

Sunaina: "Mmm. I would love to know--only if you don't judge how I react."

He mused, "They do it casually. It's done in the normal course of time, in day-to-day affairs.

To the tailor master: 'This blouse feels too tight. Can you check it?'

To the milkman: 'You come too early. I had to step out with messy hair and no dupatta.'

Like to the dhobi (laundry boy):

'Just look at this blouse once... The color hasn't changed, has it? The cup size gotten a little smaller?'"

Sunaina (low, breathy, and teasing): "Mmm... they act like it's not a big deal. But they know--the excitement of being watched."

Sumit (voice going lower, almost a whisper): "They don't plan it, but when the opportunity comes up, they don't waste time."

Sumit, amused: "Today's caller--a Cochin lady--pretended to have a problem. It led to her pelvic examination, and she seemed to enjoy being watched and touched."

Sunaina (laughing and seeming to be scandalized): "Oh, you've been watching these housewives so closely, Sumit..."

"You should really write another blog: 'How Indian Housewives Flirt Without Flirting.'"

"I'll surely write it. But first, tell me... which trick would you be willing to try?"

"Legs in stirrups, gown riding up, pretending it's just a checkup--turns out, it excites me more than anything else," she moaned.

Sumit said, endorsing her idea, "Mmm... it is definitely a safe one, unlike that train one. No one will suspect--especially when it's a problem down there."

Sunaina said plainly, "Sumit, I really want to try this once. I'd like to book an appointment and let him examine me there."

Sumit teased, "Mmm, Sunaina, just tell me more about your checkup planning--will it be in your basement or on the top floor?"

Sunaina tittered, "By upper, you mean eyes, nose, and throat?"

She let the words linger, and her voice was full of fake innocence.

Sumit chuckled and said, "No, I meant somewhere... where the stethoscope lingers a little longer."

Sumit, smiling wickedly, "Do you want me to tell you about the basement too?"

Sunaina, amused: "Got it.

Now, maybe it's time for a full inspection of my basement..."

With a teasing tone, he chuckled,

"Especially if the complaint isn't clear. It takes time to inspect there.

And sometimes, when the inspector moves to the right place, he might see dampness."

Sumit said in a soft voice, "That Cochin woman didn't have a good experience on her first visit. She chose a fancy clinic that was very clean, busy, and full of well-dressed people.

The doctor didn't even take the time to look at her properly.

He asked the usual questions, prescribed medicine, wrapped up fast, and then moved to the next patient."

His voice dropped lower.

Sumit: "She was a little excited when she went in, but she left frustrated."

Sumit (voice low, coaxing): "For you--go to a lower-class locality, far away from your place. It will be better if it's not a gynecologist but a plain small MBBS doctor."

She dragged the last phrase out gently, like silk.

"They are fed up with these daily tasks: discharge from the vagina, infections, dryness of the vagina, or tears from giving birth. They see it every day, from morning to night. Yours won't excite him any more."

Sunaina: "I got it. For some people, a look at the vagina may be exciting, but for gynecologists, it's just female anatomy. They won't be as excited about yours anymore."

Sumit said mischievously, "But for a small-time MBBS, a class lady like you doesn't come to his table every day.

And when your panty is down... with his finger exploring the flesh... he will remember this moment for weeks."

Sunaina slyly: "That poor guy. It means it will ruin his appetite for neighborhood housewives."

A pause.

Sumit whispered,

"Are you still with me, Sunaina? Your breathing... it changed."

Sunaina, shyly: "I was close..."

Sumit smiled and said, "I know. I could feel that."

Sunaina chuckled, "But I stopped."

Sumit: "Why?"

Sunaina said in a soft, warm voice, "My husband's flight got in early. He texted me that he will be here in an hour."

Sumit cackled, "Oh! It means you are keeping the explosion for him."

Sunaina, playfully uttered, "Something like that."

Sumit said in a taunting voice, "So basically, I warm the oven, and he gets the cake."

Sunaina: "That's right." (laughs, out of breath) "I'm just letting you stir the batter."

Sumit said with a smirk, "I could have made you come. You were right there. But I didn't. I want him to believe that it was he who made you moan tonight..."

Sunaina said, laughing, "You're wicked. So wicked..."

Sumit said in a low voice,

"Let him touch you, Sunaina. Let him fuck you gently and slowly. And while he does, don't forget that tonight, I opened this door."

Then, in a slower, darker tease:

"Okay, let me have some favour on you. When he's finally inside me, I promise I'll close my eyes and think of you. Just for a moment."

Her line got disconnected.

Sumit reclined back in his chair, half-hard and half smiling.

Somewhere in Lucknow, a poor husband was going to have sex with his wife--without knowing that he was finishing another man's task.

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WhisperLine: Doctor Fingers, Her Betrayal

The next evening.

Her name lit up on his screen like a spark that he believed had gone out, but it hadn't.

Sunaina (teasingly):

"Hi, Dr. Desire. Did you miss me?"

In a bitter tone, Sumit said:

"Definitely. You left me aroused and unfinished last time."

Sunaina said mockingly:

"Being a good wife, I was supposed to save cake for my husband."

Sumit smiled and said:

"Did he realise that the oven was preheated and someone else had stirred the batter?"

"He was confused seeing me so hot and wet. He didn't have the idea that he was just warming the leftovers," Sunaina said mischievously.

"Tell him to thank the cook for making the flesh softer," said Sumit.

A silence.

Sunaina (breathless and upset):

"Sumit, I saw the doctor today... I don't know where to begin."

Sumit's smile turned grim.

"Good girl... Start at the beginning, and I am listening."

Her breath was trembling.

"As planned, I chose a small-time MBBS doctor in Alambag deliberately. Most of his patients there were labourers, maids, and those who can't afford to go to big hospitals."

"Perfect place for this adventure," Sumit joked.

Sunaina's voice shook.

"Sumit... The dirty walls and broken fan weren't the worst things. It was sitting in the small waiting area."

Sumit was listening with patience.

"There were two guys outdoors -- probably workers -- sitting too close and listening without watching.

Although the woman in the doctor's small cabin was talking in a low voice, still her voice was audible, talking about her white discharge.

I could feel their eyes moving toward the cabin door. I recall thinking, if I say such a personal thing, everyone will know."

Sumit laughed in a dry, cynical way.

"Especially at that clinic... A woman is examined... Five guys get free entertainment."

Sunaina was embarrassed and said,

"And I kept thinking, how am I supposed to go inside and talk when they can listen to every word?"

"Then it was my turn. The doctor... God... I'm not even sure what kind of degrees he has. He was in his late 40s. Hair was greasy. That gaze...

He seemed surprised to see someone like me walk in. I had sindoor, gold bangles, and a perfume he didn't know. He looked for a little too long."

Sumit:

"So you sat down anyway?"

Her breathing stopped for a moment.

Sunaina:

"Yes. He asked me questions. At first, it was routine. Then..."

"He first asked me about my period and then added questions about vaginal dryness. Then, whether my husband made me happy.

His voice was flat, but his eyes were all over my face and chest, as if he were not only diagnosing me but also peeling me."

Sumit smiled and let the silence remain.

"And you... answered?" he questioned in a low voice.

"At first, I gave a vague answer, but then he kept pushing... I don't know... I said a few things in a low voice.

I felt he would make a scene if I said no.

Then he told me to lie down for pelvic examination."

Her voice shook.

"Sumit, no proper curtain... The table was made of ripped leather and was cold and open. His desk was hardly six feet away."

Sumit's breath calmed down and got in sync.

"Did you hesitate about it?"

"For a second... till I saw how he stared at me. His gaze was not medical -- it was filled with lust."

"Tell me."

"I pulled my leggings and panty down... lay back... My thighs stuck to the torn leather. I was already wet -- completely soaked."

A pause. Then a whisper.

"He put the gloves on without blinking. I should have turned aside. I should have said something. But my body just... sat there.

Like it was already ready for his inspection."

Sumit swallowed hard:

"And when he touched you?"

"His fingers were cold. At first, those were clinical, but afterwards it was not.

He pushed a little harder than necessary and it lingered more than it should have.

I couldn't stop looking at the fan... thinking... this isn't medication. This is something different.

My body didn't stop him. It responded. I could feel my heart beating. It was as if I was offering myself."

She took a deep breath.

"The leather under me was cracked, chilly, and adhered to the backs of my thighs. I heard the faint snap of gloves...

I could feel my breath stop in my chest even before he touched me."

Sunaina (slowly):

"I thought it was over, Sumit.

I was going to get up and put my clothes back on. But then he called Ravi, his assistant."

Sumit stopped:

"What!!"

"Yes..." she said softly, voice shattering out of shame.

"He was the guy who was working as receptionist too.

He helped the doctor by handing some instruments... and then he just stood there."

Sumit (softly):

"Did you think he would leave, or you wanted him to stay there?"

"I was lying there... bare from the waist down, thighs apart, and he brought that torchlight so close,

like he was looking for secrets I didn't even know I was hiding."

Sumit said:

"Secrets lit up in the light of a cheap clinic torch... Mmm.

They must have made you feel like they were studying your body, not just looking at it."

"They looked at each other... It was as if the doctor had favoured Ravi a private show which he will remember a long time."

She couldn't breathe; it was half a giggle and half a choke.

"Sumit... You won't believe what he told me while I was still lying there with my legs spread..."

She hesitated, feeling ashamed in her throat.

He stared right at it and remarked:

"Madam, next time you go to any doctor, at least shave down there properly. How anyone is expected to examine like this?"

'We'll take her vaginal temperature,' he remarked calmly, as if this were normal.

"I didn't know that portion needed to be checked. It surprised me. I was scared.

It seems that he has given something to Ravi. My stomach turned.

The doctor asked Ravi, 'Does she need lubricant?'"

"I could feel him carefully pulling my thumbs apart on purpose. He didn't even look away. Just... watch."

"And you? What happened to your body?"

Sunaina (nervous):

"It pulsed. My thighs shook. Even though my eyes were closed, I couldn't stop myself.

I was soaking, Sumit. I despised myself for it, but deep down, I was also... burning."

"Ravi told him that I am naturally lubricated. No need of any extra lubricant."

She let out a little groan.

"Ravi's remark was very humiliating. When he stated it, I could feel my heart beating," she said out of embarrassment.

"And you..." he said, trying to convince her,

"... how did you feel when he said that?"

Her voice broke.

"Like I wanted to disappear... but also... my whole body was hot and tingling all over..."

"Especially down there?" Sumit taunted, his voice deep and heavy.

"Yes," she said in a low voice.

"And then, when I put my clothes back on and tried to leave quickly,

he didn't wash his hands after taking off his gloves."

"'Next time, Madam... Come sooner... before the problem gets this... slippery.'"

He said with a devilish grin.

"I despised myself the whole way back. I hated the wet spot in my panty.

I hated how I couldn't stop thinking about his touch. I kept telling myself it wasn't real.

It was just a check-up that went wrong."

"He didn't even give me the prescription right away, and asked me to get it from Ravi and also pay fees to him."

Sumit's voice got lower, taunting, and sluggish:

"The same guy..."

"Yes," she said softly. She stopped breathing, and her voice broke as she spoke.

"I walked up to Ravi and could barely look him in the eye... but he didn't care about being discreet."

"The lucky bastard. You're blushing and not looking him in the eye.

And he probably still thinks about how it looked with the torchlight."

She breathed out shakily...

"He gave me the tablet strip and remarked loudly, so everyone in that little room could hear,

'Ma'am, take one pill in the morning and one at night for five days.

And this cream... put it on down there three times a day.'"

'And please, Madam, keep that place absolutely clean,' the doctor remarked.

'Otherwise, next time it will be even harder to check you out.'"

The picture made Sumit's breath hitch.

"God... he really said that in front of everyone?"

"Yes..." she said in a voice full of shame.

"I didn't even want to look at the two men sitting there.

I could feel their eyes gazing at me, like they were picturing exactly where I had to put that ointment."

Her voice shook again... kind and guilty.

"And Sumit... I despised myself...

But I swear, my legs were shaking as I walked out of that clinic.

And my panties were still soaked.

And there's one more thing I forgot to tell you...

something the doctor remarked just after, while I was putting on my dress."

Sumit smiled, dark and slow:

"Oh? Go ahead... I'm listening..."

Sunaina (in whispering tone):

"He asked me to come after 5 days, right before 2 p. m."

Sumit (curiously):

"Two o'clock? Why that time?"

Sunaina (in low voice):

"That clinic is closed from 2 to 6."

Sumit (voice getting darker):

"So he wants you all alone in his clinic."

Sunaina (quietly):

"He knew how wet I was, and I came for fake reasons."

Sumit (laughing slowly):

"Maybe he wants to check more than just the outside... he wants to go deeper this time."

Sunaina (gasping):

"Sumit..."

"2 p. m.," Sumit said teasingly.

"The doors are locked. There is no one else. Just you, his hands, and that ripped leather table."

Her breath shook as it traveled down the telephone line. She was already imagining it.

There was a long pause.

Her voice was quieter and steadier... but with a melancholy that Sumit had never heard before.

She said slowly:

"Sumit... I've made my choice...

I don't want to go to that clinic... not for that day nor after that."

Her voice shook... but she kept going.

"Because... I have a life here, Sumit... a family...

a husband who may never understand this part of me but loves me nevertheless...

and who doesn't deserve... a wife who allows other people to view or touch that part of her body which only belongs to him."

Her words settled down. There was a lengthy, heavy hush that lasted. Sumit didn't say anything.

Sumit (softly):

"Your voice changed."

Sunaina said gently:

"It's late. I should leave."

Sumit (easy, low):

"Of course. But can you give me a minute? I have to finish off you... You know that's routine whenever you come."

Sunaina said with a malicious smirk:

"Too late, Doctor Desire... Ravi already did it."

Sumit:

"You mean you had it while narrating that incident?"

A pause.

Sumit laughs, darkly and knowingly:

"I know. I could feel your climax when you were telling about that thermometer."

Sunaina (laughs, low and wicked):

"Be careful, Sumit. It sounds like you're jealous of a thermometer now."

A pause that was full of things that were felt but not uttered.

Sunaina (gently now):

"Goodnight, Sumit."

"Sleep well, Sunaina," said Sumit.

"And don't think about that thermometer much."

The line disconnected, but the ache continues.

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Another evening.

He smiled faintly when Sunaina's name flashed on the screen.

Sumit (teasing):

"Ah, Sunaina! You were missing for a full week. I thought you had deleted me from your fantasies..."

Sunaina (coolly):

"You weren't deleted. You were on mute. There's a distinction."

Sumit:

"Huh. So you have been listening... pretending not to feel anything?"

Sunaina:

"Pretending is what you do. Not me."

Sumit (lower voice, teasing):

"But here you are... logging in at 11 PM, sounding a little breathless. That doesn't sound like apathy."

Sunaina (interrupting):

"I didn't come here to play tonight."

A pause.

Her voice turned low, steady.

Sunaina (dryly):

"I came to tell you something. And then I'll leave."

Sumit (mocking, with a half-smile):

"Be careful. Women who say that usually stay all night."

A quiet moment. His voice dropped, hopeful.

Sumit (gently):

"But go on. Say what you came to say. I'll act right. Promise."

Sunaina (softly):

"I'm sorry to say this, Sumit... I'm going to uninstall the app. This will be our last talk."

A long pause.

Sumit (quietly):

"Sunaina, did I do something wrong? Have I ever gone too far?"

Sunaina (whispering):

"No. I was not hurt by you. You made me feel... touched and wanted.

You offered me a mirror I didn't know I needed.

And for that, I'm grateful."

She paused.

Sunaina (quietly):

"There were nights I lay beside my husband... but it wasn't his voice I was aching for.

It was yours."

One more breath.

Sunaina:

"I began to compare the stillness of his remarks... to your mischief.

It wasn't fair. Not to him. Not to me."

Sumit shut his eyes.

Sunaina (with guilt):

"He doesn't deserve this. He's always been kind... caring.

But I kept secrets from him."

For once, Sumit offered no tease. Just understanding.

Sumit (low, calm):

"I think your thoughts are perfectly right.

You're in charge of your life. That's not weakness. That's strength.

Wanting more doesn't make you disloyal. It just means you're human--hungry for something deeper than silence."

Another pause.

Sumit:

"I'll miss your voice. But I'm happy for your decision."

She waited before saying goodbye. Her yearning to stay lingered in her silence.

Sunaina:

"You told me this system was completely safe and private.

But if you ever found me in real life...

I think I'd be the happiest woman in the world."

A beat.

Sunaina:

"Sumit... I have to tell you something before I leave this world of WhisperLine."

Sumit (steady):

"Please. Carry on."

Sunaina (regretful):

"Let me speak once more about Mohanlalganj.

That place where... I couldn't do what I planned."

"I know you told me not to take that kind of risk in public.

I fought the urge. But today... I went."

"I wore the same dupatta. The same kurti."

A pause.

Sunaina:

"This time... I didn't run away."

She breathed deeply.

Sunaina:

"I did it. I fulfilled the fantasy."

(voice shaking)

Sunaina:

"That's another reason I have to uninstall this app."

Sumit (softly):

"I'm listening."

Sunaina (lower):

"Once a woman crosses her Lakshman Rekha...

the urge to cross it again only gets stronger--unless she's denied the chance."

A short pause. Faint breathing.

Then silence.

No goodbye. No farewell. Just... disconnected.

Sumit stared at the screen for a long time. Her name still glowed faintly in the call log, as if it hadn't fully disappeared from his life.

He said nothing.

She was gone -- for now.

But the echo of her voice lingered -- warm, breathless...

like holding your breath between two hearts.

⸻

A new call begins.

Another name blinked.

Ritika Rao, Marketing Analyst, Hyderabad.

Sumit (teasingly):

"Ritika... should I start unbuttoning your thoughts tonight?"

Ritika (laughing):

"Going straight to the game, Sumit? No slow teasing today?"

To be continued

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I'm going to make a series where each episode of WhisperLine has a different woman with a different sexual orientation and a story.

I need your honest opinion if the idea is interesting or persuasive enough.