As Vijay served dinner, his delicate movements showcased his curves, intentionally leaving his cleavage exposed.
Amarsingh's eyes lingered, his gaze burning with lust. Santi, meanwhile, shot jealous glances, her eyes narrowing.
"So, Lakshmi, how did you meet Ramesh?" Santi asked, her tone tinged with unease.
Vijay's voice dripped with sweetness. "Oh, you know Vijay... my brother Vijay used to live here, so I'd visit often." Ramesh's eyes widened as Vijay's name escaped his lips, his throat constricting. He choked on his water, his cough stifled.
Amarsingh's gaze snapped back to Vijay's cleavage, his face flushed. Santi's eyes flashed with annoyance, her smile forced.
"Isn't he a bit old for you?" Amarsingh asked bluntly, his voice laced with desire.
Vijay's laughter was husky. "Old is Gold, they say." His fingers danced near Ramesh's knee, teasing the fabric of his kurta. Ramesh's pulse quickened, his skin tingling.
Santi leaned in, her voice conspiratorial. "You two make a lovely couple. Don't let society dictate your love." Her eyes darted to Vijay's cleavage, her expression twisted in jealousy.
Amarsingh nodded, his gaze drifting back to Vijay's curves. "Yes, love knows no boundaries." His voice was low, seductive.
Vijay's smile was sultry. "Exactly. And Ramesh understands me like no one else." His hand now rested on Ramesh's thigh, warm and possessive.
Ramesh's face flushed, his resolve crumbling. Vijay's touch ignited a fire within, impossible to ignore.
As the door closed, Ramesh spun around, his eyes blazing. "What the hell were you doing, Vijay? Flirting with Amarsingh right in front of me?"
Vijay's smile was sultry, his eyes gleaming. "Just playing the part, Ramesh. You know I only have eyes for you."
Ramesh's anger dissipated, replaced by desire. Vijay's proximity was intoxicating.
"You're pushing your luck, Vijay," Ramesh warned, his voice barely above a whisper.
Vijay's hands traced Ramesh's arms, sending shivers down his spine. "I'm just getting started, Ramesh. You know you can't resist me."
Vijay leaned in, his lips inches from Ramesh's. "You want me, Ramesh. Admit it."
Ramesh's resolve crumbled. "Vijay, stop..."
Vijay's breath caressed Ramesh's ear. "Stop what? Making you feel alive? Desired?"
Vijay's lips brushed against Ramesh's, a gentle tease. "You know I'm the only one who truly understands you."
Ramesh's hands instinctively wrapped around Vijay's waist, pulling him closer. "Damn you, Vijay..."
Vijay's smile was triumphant. "You're mine, Ramesh. Tonight, I'll prove it."
Vijay's lips brushed against Ramesh's, a gentle whisper of skin on skin. The tension between them crackled, electric and alive.
Ramesh's eyes fluttered closed as Vijay's mouth claimed his, their lips molding together in a sensual dance. Vijay's tongue traced the curve of Ramesh's lower lip, teasing, tantalizing.
Ramesh's hands tightened around Vijay's waist, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened. Vijay's lips were warm, inviting, his tongue exploring Ramesh's mouth with tender urgency.
The world around them melted away, leaving only the thrum of their heartbeats, the soft gasps of pleasure. Vijay's fingers threaded through Ramesh's hair, angling his head for a deeper kiss.
Ramesh's pulse quickened, his body responding to Vijay's sensual assault. Their lips parted, and Vijay's mouth trailed down Ramesh's jawline, leaving a trail of fire.
"Vijay..." Ramesh whispered, his voice husky, lost.
Vijay's lips returned to Ramesh's, their kiss reigniting, burning brighter. Time stood still as they lost themselves in the passion, their hearts beating as one.
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Becoming landlords wife
Romance#2 in boyxboy (Out of 300k) #2 in crossdressing (out of 16k) Vijay unemployed and heartbroken sitting on his couch wondering how he would pay the rent that has been due for 5 months. Ramesh his landlord, a recent widower in his 50s Knocked on his do...