Chapter 1: The Hidden Door

Shahar ke sabse posh area mein ek discreet massage parlour tha — “Sukoon.” Upar se dekhne mein bas ek high-end spa, lekin andar ek secret section chhupa tha jahan kuch aur hi khel chalta tha.

Her heels clicked softly as she walked down the dimly lit hallway. Amber lights glowed from the walls, the scent of lavender and sandalwood thick in the air. A soft-spoken receptionist guided her toward a velvet curtain.

"Aapka Red Door Service confirm ho gaya hai, Ma'am. Room 7 mein aapke liye sab ready hai."

She nodded, her pulse quickening.

Aaj raat vo apni sabse chupi hui fantasy jeene wali thi — a wild, no-limits massage session with not one, but two thick, dominant men. She had chosen them carefully: both over 6 feet tall, muscular, masculine, and trained to give more than just a massage.

As she entered Room 7, the air changed — warmer, heavier, more intimate. A large, plush bed lay in the center, draped in blood-red silk sheets. A blindfold rested on the pillow, and a note beside it read:

"Lie down. Relax. We begin when you're ready."

She smirked. "Bohot ready hoon main." Slowly, she slipped out of her black satin robe, revealing her bare skin underneath — soft curves glowing under golden lights. She lay down, face-down on the bed, and tied the blindfold herself.

Her heart thudded in her chest.

Creak.

The door opened slowly. She could hear the heavy boots of the first man as he walked in, quiet but confident.

He didn't speak. Instead, he uncorked a small bottle — the scent of warm vanilla oil filled the room.

Uske haathon ne pehle uski gardan se shuru kiya. Firm, slow circles...then down her spine. His palms were big, rough, but his touch — gentle, teasing.

She shivered.

"Thand lag rahi hai ya kuch aur?" he finally whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"Kuch aur," she whispered back.

His hands moved lower — her waist, her hips, the inside of her thighs. Every time he touched her core, he stopped just short of where she needed him most.

"Say it," he murmured. "Kya chahiye tumhe?"

"all of you..," she moaned. "Yeh massage nahi... kuch aur chahiye."

SPANK. A hard spank landed on her ass. She gasped, but her body arched toward him.

He leaned down, his mouth now trailing wet kisses down her spine. Fingers finally slipped between her legs, slick with oil — teasing, rubbing her clit, making her squirm.

"You’re so wet, sweetheart," he groaned. "Aur abhi toh maine start bhi nahi kiya."

She turned slightly, half-blindfolded, reaching for him.

"please...i want you." Her voice cracked with desire.

He flipped her gently, spreading her legs wide. His thick, hard length rubbed against her entrance — not entering yet, just teasing.

"Main tujhe tod ke rakh dunga... par abhi nahi. Ek aur aane wala hai."

She gasped. Ek aur?

The door creaked again.

The second man had arrived.