"Ahh... Rocky..yess!! Like that...ohhh" Shivangi screamed in pleasure.
"Oh fuck!! You feel so good...ahh" i exclaimed and grabbed her tits squeezing them.
"Ohh..myy goddd....faster...yess yess....there....ahhh I am coming.." she said scratching my back with her nails.
"Oh...fuckkk!!" With that she came on my dick.
My eyes jolted open, and I sat up, breathing heavily with sweat beads forming on my head.
What the hell did I dream about? Me and Shivangi-what the fuckk? What's wrong with me? I shook off the thoughts and went to take a shower to clear my mind. After a long shower, I sat on the couch and started working on my laptop. My phone rang, showing an unknown number. I picked it up and said, "Who?"
"Na hi na hello, yeh bhi koi baat hui?" a girl said dramatically from the other side.
(Not even a hi or hello? Is that any way to answer?)
I recognized the voice but still said, "Wrong number," because right now I don't want to talk to her, not after that dream.
"Oh hello, koi wrong number nhi hai main hoon," she replied.
(It's not the wrong number, it's me.)
"Main kisi 'main' ko nahi janta," I said.
(I don't know any 'me'.)
"Jab mujhe lagta hai na ki tum itne bure nahi ho, tum kuch na kuch aisa karte ho ki mujhe lagta hai ki nahi, tum bure hi ho, cockroach kahi ke," she said in one go.
(Just when I think you're not so bad, you do something that makes me realize no, you really are bad. Like a cockroach.)
"Oh, tum... I thought it was someone offering a credit card or a reporter," I said because if I continue to not recognize her, I might end up in the grave.
(Oh, it's you... I thought it was someone offering a credit card or a reporter.)
"Bol toh aise rahe ho jaise New York ke kisi bohot bade company ke CEO ho jiski identity hidden hai," she said.
(You talk as if you're the CEO of a huge New York company with a hidden identity.)
"Well, that's true," I said.
"Bas bas, han, joke bohot ho gaya. Ab point pe aati hun jiske liye maine call kiya hai," she said.
(Enough with the jokes. Let's get to the point of why I called.)
"Hun, bolo," I said.
(Okay, go ahead.)
"Woh actually, I want to meet you," she said.
(Actually, I want to meet you.)
"Now?" I asked.
"No no, after one or two years," she said mockingly.
"I am busy," I said.
"O hello, mai bhi koi free nahi baithi hun. Thik hai, kuch kaam hai isiliye milna hai. Mai address message kar rahi hoon and I want you there in half an hour. Bye," she said and cut the call.
(Oh hello, I'm not sitting around doing nothing either. I need to meet you for something important. I'll message you the address, and I want you there in half an hour. Bye.)
Is this girl for real?!
Without even letting me speak, she just ordered me. No, no, I don't want to face her. It will be so embarrassing, but she said it's important. Could it be related to Rudra? Argh, one second, she doesn't know about my dream, so how can it be embarrassing? Yeah, correct.
Moreover, I know she would never call me randomly. It might be something important. Thinking that, I got up and changed into a T-shirt and trousers because I was just wearing shorts after the shower.
A notification popped up on my phone. It showed the address of a hotel. Why is she calling me to a hotel? Does she... no, no, I am thinking too much. She is not like that. Another message popped up: "Be there by 1 pm." It's already 12:35.
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