It all started the day I met Payel
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It was her birthday.
Although I had been in a relationship with Ankita for two years by then, I had never met her sister Payel in person. We had exchanged a few texts over time, and occasionally we’d spoken on calls or even video calls—but never anything too long. Somehow, the opportunity to meet her just never came up.
To be honest, I was completely consumed by my relationship with Ankita—discovering her, loving her, navigating our ups and downs. Payel was, for the most part, a background figure in our story. I didn’t give her much thought. But I always had the feeling that she knew everything about us.
Ankita was terrible at keeping secrets. She told Payel everything—details about our relationship, things I thought were just between the two of us. It made me uneasy sometimes.
In fact, I had a strong suspicion that Payel had even seen my nude pictures. The sisters often went through each other’s phones, and one day, Ankita casually mentioned that she had seen Sourabh’s nude on Payel’s phone. That revelation left me shocked. If that was the kind of relationship they shared, then surely my pictures hadn’t remained private either.
Because of all that, I felt awkward at the idea of facing Payel in person. I avoided it as long as I could.Until her birthday....
The birthday celebration was at a lounge—one of those places with low lights, soft music, and an open sky that made everything feel just a little more dramatic than it should with just Ankita Payel Sourabh and myself
“We’re at the corner table near the bar. wearing blue.”
That last line lingered in my mind longer than it should have.
As I stepped out of the elevator I spotted Ankita immediately. Her smile lit up when she saw me, but my eyes were drawn—almost involuntarily—to the woman sitting beside her.
Payel.
Her blue saree clung to her like a secret she wasn’t ready to share. The soft drape of it revealed just enough of her waist, and the backless blouse left a trail of goosebumps down my spine. Her hair was untied, cascading down her back, her earrings danced every time she turned and her cleavage, was enough to give me boner.
She looked up—and caught me staring.
It wasn’t awkward. It wasn’t even a glance. It was a silent acknowledgement of something… unspoken. Her lips curved—not into a smile, but into something slower. A flicker of amusement, maybe interest. My throat dried.
“Finally,” Ankita said, pulling me into a hug. “Meet Payel—officially.”
“Hi,” Payel said, extending her hand. Her fingers were cool, her touch brief—but something about it lingered.
“Hi,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
The evening unfolded around us—drinks, jokes, photos. Payel barely spoke to me, but I could feel her presence like a sexual tension with her and occasional eye contact were making it awkward
At one point, Ankita went to the washroom and Sourabh went to take a call. I found myself sitting across from Payel, the first time we were alone—even if only for a moment.
“You look… taller in real life,” she said, eyes not leaving mine.
“And you…” I paused. “Are different from how I imagined.”
Her smile was unreadable. “Better or worse?”
I didn’t answer. Because the answer was dangerous.
Before Ankita returned, Payel leaned in slightly, close enough for me to smell the faint vanilla on her skin.
“She talks about you too much,” she whispered. “ More than she should.”
And then she leaned back, like nothing had happened.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur, but that one line echoed in my mind long after the night ended.
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