Chapter 2: Prologue 2: The Rebound
I never thought I would be the kind of woman who would let a man break her like that. But Vijay did.
Three days.
It had been three days since the last exam, and in that time, Vijay had become a stranger. Not a stranger—that would imply we didn't know each other. He had become a ghost, haunting the edges of my life while refusing to inhabit it.
Every time I caught his eye, he looked away so fast it made my head spin. The man who had whispered forever and ever into the crook of my neck, the man who proved it by filling my hungry pussy multiple times a day, the man who ate me like my pussy was the most delicious dish in the workd -- that man was gone. The Vijay now was so polite, so carefully distant, it made my skin crawl. What had I done wrong? How had I hurt him? He wouldn't even meet my eyes, leave alone talk.
I tried to catch him after class, but he was gone before I could even grab my bag. I messaged him, called him, but he never replied. It was like he had vanished into thin air, leaving me with nothing but the memory of his touch, his taste, and the way he made me feel alive. The worst part was, I knew he was still here. I saw him on campus, walking with his head down, his hands shoved in his pockets. He looked like a man who had been gutted, and I didn’t know why.
Confusion turned to hurt to anger to fury over just three days. I wanted to lash out, I wanted to fight, I wanted to make up, I wanted to...just see him. But the man I loved was gone.
The silence was a physical weight. Every time my phone buzzed and it was just a notification or a text from Sukhi about his 'big plans,' I felt a fresh wave of nausea.
That evening, I finally saw them together near the canteen. Sukhi was laughing, his arm slung over Vijay’s shoulder in that easy way he had, acting like the world was a playground built just for him. And there was Vijay—stoic, nodding, his face a mask of iron.
I walked straight toward them, my heart hammering a rhythm of pure, unadulterated rage. I didn't care about the people around us. I didn't care about Sukhi. I wanted to grab Vijay by the collar and scream until he remembered who I was.
"Vijay," I said, my voice cutting through Sukhi’s laughter like a knife.
He didn't jump. He didn't even look surprised. He just slowly turned his head, his eyes meeting mine for a fraction of a second before dropping to the gravel at my feet.
"Hey, Neeta," he said. His voice was flat. No heat. No recognition. It was the voice you used for a distant cousin you didn't particularly like.
"Can we talk... alone?" I asked, my voice trembling with anger and hurt.
Vijay didn't answer. He just stood there, his jaw clenched, his fingers twitching at his sides like he wanted to reach for me but knew he couldn't.
"Vijay," I repeated, my voice softer now, almost pleading. "Please. Just five minutes."
He finally looked at me. His eyes were dark, haunted, a ghost of a smile appeared and vanished. "Rain check? Got to get to my job or they will fire me."
How could he dismiss me just like that? The job was more important than me? I felt humiliated.
I stood there, rooted to the pavement, watching his retreating back until he disappeared around the corner of the science block. He didn't stumble. He didn't hesitate. He just left. Was he bored of me? Had he used my body enough and was trying to dump me? I just stood there staring as he walked away without even a backward glance.
The heat of the afternoon sun felt mocking. I felt exposed, used and violated. I felt invisible eyes mocking me as if everyone on campus could see the invisible marks he’d left on my heart—marks that apparently meant nothing to him. The "forever and ever" he’d whispered into my hair now felt like a cruel joke that hadn't lasted a year leave alone a lifetime.
"Neeta? Seriously, are you okay?" Sukhi’s voice was closer now. I felt his hand touch my elbow—a light, hesitant touch that felt worlds away from the possessive, hungry way Vijay used to hold me.
I pulled back, my eyes finally snapping to Sukhi. He looked genuinely worried, his brow furrowed, his expensive watch catching the light. He was everything a woman was supposed to want: kind, stable, and hopelessly devoted.
"I'm fine, Sukhi," I said, though my voice sounded hollow, like it was coming from the bottom of a well. "I’m just... tired. Exams, I guess."
"Yeah, totally," he said, sounding relieved. "Listen, about tomorrow... I’ve got something special planned. You’ll be there, right? Seven o’clock at the Bistro?"
I looked toward the corner where Vijay had vanished. My heart was a jagged piece of glass in my chest, cutting me with every breath. I wanted to say no. I wanted to go to Vijay’s room and break his door down. But the humiliation was too thick. Partying was the last thing on my mind, but if he could drop me, I needed to find a way to move on too.
"I'll be there," I whispered.
If Vijay didn't want me, if I was just a "rain check" to him, then I would show him I could move on just as fast as he did. I didn't realize then that I was walking straight into a trap, and that the man I loved was the one who had set it.
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Valentine's Day. Betrayal. Pain. Anger. Revenge. Alcohol.
Life was a blur. Vijay kissed me. No, was that Sukhi? Did I kiss him back?
The taste was wrong. It had the sour taste of deceit. Of betrayal. If Vijay thinks he could dump me and I will turn into a sob story, I will show him. I am not going to drown in sorrow. I am going to fuck my way out of it. I'm going to fuck his best friend. Tonight.
"Neeta," a voice whispered. It was soft. It was adoring. It was Sukhi. Just the man I needed. I grabbed his neck and pulled him into a kiss, shoving my tongue into his mouth. I reached for his cock and he pulled back surprised.
"Not here, not in public Neeta, how about we take this to my place?" He whispered, his hands taking my elbow and leading me out of the party.
He pulled his hardness out and guided my mouth to it in the backseat of his chauffeur driven car. When did Vijay get a car? No wait, this was Sukhi's car. Why was I sucking Vijay's dick in Sukhi's car? I didn't care. I wanted him. Why did he have to dump me? At least I had his cock to suck.
The car was moving and so was the cock in and out of my mouth. And then it spat and Sukhi screamed.
I felt the hot, thick jets of his release hit the back of my throat, my tongue, my lips. I swallowed automatically, my throat working around him as he pulsed and twitched in my mouth. "I love you Vijay" I mumbled licking every drop of Vijay's cum off Sukhi's cock.
I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my lips still tingling from the force of his orgasm. Sukhi’s breath came in ragged gasps, his cock still half-hard, glistening with my saliva and his cum. He had a confused look on his face that made me giggle.
"What did you call me?" Sukhi's voice was thick with disbelief, his cock still twitching in my grip.
I looked up at him, my lips swollen from sucking him, my tongue still tasting his cum.
"Sorry, I meant Sukhi," I said giggling, "enjoyed it? Here taste it." I said kissing Sukhi and feeding him my tongue, letting him taste himself on me.
He groaned, his hand reaching between my legs and up my skirt as he kissed me. His finger entered me. I didn't want his finger. I wanted Vijay's cock. But I would have to make do for now. I reached for Vijay's limp cock between Sukhi's legs as he finger-fucked me. I was moments from an orgasm when the car pulled up at Sukhi's place.
He carried me out of the car and into his bedroom. By the time he had stripped me naked, he was hard again. I was drunk, but not too drunk to feel the way his cock stretched me open, filling me up in one brutal thrust. I gasped, my nails digging into his back as he fucked me against the wall, his hips slamming into mine with every stroke. He sucked my breasts. He loved me after all. He wasn't dumping me.
"Fuck, Neeta," Sukhi groaned, his breath hot against my neck. "You feel so good."
I didn’t answer. Why was Sukhi talking to me? I just wrapped my legs around Vijay's waist, pulling him deeper, my body moving with his in a rhythm that felt both familiar and foreign. His cock hit that spot inside me, the one that made my vision blur, and I moaned, my head falling back as pleasure coiled tight in my belly.
I was barreling towards and orgasm and could feel his cock start throbbing inside me.
"Wait for me," I begged.
I was so close, I could taste it. My clit was on fire, my pussy clenching around his cock like it never wanted to let go. I could feel his release building, his cock swelling inside me, his balls drawing up tight against my ass.
Sukhi groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me in place, his cock buried to the hilt inside me. "Fuck, Neeta—" he gasped, his voice rough. "I'm gonna come—"
"Don't you dare," I hissed, my nails raking down his back. "Not yet. I'm not done with you." My voice was a low growl, my fingers digging into his ass as I pulled him deeper into me. The wall was cold against my back, but I didn't care. All I felt was the heat of his body, the way his cock stretched me, the way my pussy clenched around him like it was starving for him.
He groaned, his forehead pressing against mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, Neeta, you're killing me."
"Yes, yes, yes...fuck yes, Sukhi, fill me NOW!!!!!" I screamed as my orgasm hit.
My vision blurred, my back arched, and my pussy clenched around his cock like a vice. I could feel every vein, every ridge of him as his cock erupted, shooting rivers of cum into my depths.
I vaguely remember the rest of that night. I know he fucked my ass too because I was bleeding there the next morning.
As luck would have it, I missed my periods. Fuck! I had let Sukhi impregnate me. Vijay had gone, Sukhi was there. When he proposed, I couldn't say no. And just like that, I stopped being Neeta. I became a wife, a daughter in law and soon, a mother to Charmi, the one thing that made life worth living.