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The morning dawned with a gentle hum. The kind that seemed to tiptoe through the neighbourhood, careful not to disturb the slumbering residents. Sam sat at his kitchen counter, sipping coffee and scrolling through his phone. His mind was already racing with the day’s to-do list.
The sun peeked through the blinds, casting a soft glow across the room. Anjali emerged from their bedroom. Her hair pulled into a messy bun, and she was wearing Sam’s old college t-shirt that she’d claimed as her own. She yawned and stretched, her eyes barely open as she shuffled towards the coffeemaker.
Sam looked up from his phone and smiled. “Morning, babe,” he said, holding out the other cup.
“Thanks,” Anjali murmured, taking a grateful sip. She leaned against the counter, her eyes finally focusing on Sam. “What’s on the agenda today?”
“Just the usual,” he replied. “Work, gym, maybe grab dinner with the guys.”
Anjali nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll be at the salon with Ananya.”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “Again?”
“It’s our wedding next week,” Anjali reminded him. “We have to make sure everything’s perfect.”
Sam nodded, his mind wandering to the upcoming wedding. His wedding. To Anjali. The woman he had promised to spend the rest of his life with, the woman who had brought so much joy into his world.
The wedding day arrived, a whirlwind of activity and excitement. Anjali’s dress was a vision of ivory silk and lace. The delicate fabric hugged her curves and cascaded like a soft waterfall to the floor. Her eyes sparkled with joy, and her smile was a warm embrace that filled the room.
The scent of her perfume was intoxicating. A blend of roses and vanilla that seemed to dance in the air around her. Ananya and Priya, her bridesmaids, watched in awe as Anjali transformed into a bride before their very eyes.
Ananya’s dress was a deep shade of emerald. It brought out the fiery undertones in her eyes. It was tight, revealing her toned figure, and ended in a dramatic slit that showcased her long, shapely legs. The neckline plunged low, hinting at the secrets she carried.
She had picked it out herself, feeling a thrill of power and seduction as she had tried it on. It was the kind of dress that whispered promises and turned heads, and she knew it.
Priya, the youngest, was in a soft pink chiffon that made her look like a blossoming flower. Her innocence was palpable, starkly contrasting the turmoil brewing in Ananya’s heart. She twirled around her laughter like a bell, oblivious to the tension simmering under the surface.
As the three sisters stood together, the differences in their attire reflected the differences in their lives. Anjali, the soon-to-be bride, was wearing her traditional yet stunning gown. A symbol of the life she was about to begin with Sam.
Ananya, in her sexy and bold number, represents the desires and temptations that threatened to consume her. And Priya, the innocent, dressed in the soft hues of a girl still discovering the world.
As the wedding preparations reached their crescendo, Ananya couldn’t resist the urge to flirt with the groom. She shot him glances that were both mischievous and alluring. Her eyes spoke a language that Sam found himself understanding all too well.
Whenever their paths crossed, Ananya would lean in just a little too closely, allowing him to whiff her sweet perfume. And when they weren’t looking, she would trace her hand along the small of his back. Her touch sent a jolt through his body.
But it was during the wedding dance that the tension grew palpable. As they moved together, their bodies were closer than ever before. Sam felt her waist under his hand, the warmth of her skin searing through the fabric of their clothes. His heart thudded in his chest as she pressed herself against him.
Her eyes locked onto his with a look far from innocent. Priya watched from the sidelines. Her smile faded as she observed the intimate dance between her sister and her soon-to-be brother-in-law. She had always noticed how Ananya looked at Sam. But she’d dismissed it as harmless flirting.
Yet now, as Sam’s hand slid down to Ananya’s waist, Priya couldn’t help but feel a pang of unease. The way they moved, the way their eyes searched for each other across the crowded room. It was as if they were the only two people there.
And then the music swelled, and the crowd clapped. Ananya slipped something into Sam’s pocket. A note folded neatly into a small square that seemed to carry the weight of the world. Priya’s eyes widened as she realized what she’d just seen, her heart racing.
What could Ananya possibly have to say that she couldn’t tell Sam outright? Why did it have to be in such a secretive way? The questions swirled in her mind like a storm, and she knew she couldn’t ignore them anymore.
But she didn’t know that this seemingly innocent dance was the calm before the tempest that was about to engulf their lives. The wedding dance floor was a sea of happiness and love. The three siblings had danced there countless times before without a care.
Priya watched from the balcony above, the cool evening breeze whispering secrets in her ear. She was lost in her thoughts when she saw Sam step outside. The moment’s tension pushed him to seek refuge in the quiet solitude of the night. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
The glow from his phone briefly illuminated his face as he read a message. The cigarette dangled from his lips as he typed a quick response, the orange embers casting a warm light on the marble floor of the balcony. And it was then that the note slipped out, fluttering down like a fallen leaf caught in the wind.
Sam went back to the dancing floor. It landed at Priya’s feet, Her heart racing, she bent down and picked it up, her hands trembling as she unfolded the small square of paper without Sam noticing her. The words on it were written in Ananya’s hand. As she read, the storm in her heart grew more ferocious.
Room 305. Access Code: 1234.
Priya felt a chill run down her spine. That was Ananya’s room. The same room she had been using since they’d arrived at the venue. The realization hit her like a sledgehammer. Her eyes searched the room, finding Ananya and Sam lost in their dance.
Their bodies spoke a language that seemed to have nothing to do with the innocence of the wedding festivities. Her mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of the last few weeks. Ananya’s lingering glances, the secretive whispers, the sudden need for “alone time” with Sam. It all made sense now.
With trembling hands, Priya shoved the note back into her pocket and retreated from the balcony. She needed to be alone to process this revelation. As she walked down the corridor, the sound of the party grew distant, replaced by the pounding in her ears.
Each step felt heavier than the last. Her heart felt like it was being crushed by the betrayal she’d just uncovered. Her mind raced with thoughts, trying to figure out what to do next. Confront Ananya? Tell Anjali? But what if she was wrong? What if this was just a misunderstanding? No, she needed to be sure.
And she knew exactly how to do it. Priya took a deep breath and headed towards Ananya’s room 305. She had to be quick before either of them had the chance to leave the dance floor. Her heart pounding, she slipped inside, shutting the door behind her.
The room was made of discarded clothing and half-packed suitcases. But she knew what she was looking for. She found Ananya’s blue dress hanging on the back of the chair. She slipped it over her so that she could pretend to be Ananya and uncover the truth.
The fabric was cool against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. It was tight, hugging her in a way that felt empowering and terrifying. Looking in the mirror, she barely recognized herself. While waiting in the room, her heart thudded against her chest like a wild animal desperate to break free.
The room grew hot, the air thick with the scent of Ananya’s perfume. It was a scent she knew well, a scent that now seemed to carry a darker, more sinister undertone. The door clicked open, and she held her breath, listening to the approaching footsteps.
It was Sam, his eyes scanning the room, searching for Ananya.
“Ananya?” he called out softly, his voice thick with anticipation.
In the dim light, Priya’s reflection in the mirror was a mere silhouette. But she knew she had to act fast. She sat up. His eyes locked onto the gesture, and he entered the dark room, closing the door behind him.
As he approached the bed, she could see the hunger in his gaze, the same hunger she had seen in Ananya’s eyes when she’d looked at him. And for a moment, Priya felt a strange thrill, a taste of the power her sister had been wielding so effortlessly.
“Hey,” she murmured, her voice low and husky, a poor imitation of Ananya’s sultry tone. She watched as he reached for her, his hand outstretched. She realized with a cold, sinking feeling that she had gone too far.
But it was too late to turn back now. She had to see this through to understand what had been happening between her sister and Sam. Her heart racing, she allowed him to take her hand, pulling her to her feet.
Sam stepped closer, mistaking Priya’s trembling for Ananya’s eager anticipation. His eyes searched the shadows, seeking the face he thought was his lover’s. And when he found it, he leaned in, capturing Priya’s lips in a passionate and hungry kiss.
The taste of his mouth was foreign, the scruff of his beard against her cheek unfamiliar. Yet, it was the guilt that washed over her. The knowledge that she was deceiving him. It felt the most alien. Priya’s hand hovered over his chest, unsure whether to push him away or hold him closer to keep playing the part.
But as Sam’s tongue slipped past her lips. The heat smouldering in her core since the moment she’d read the note grew into an inferno. Despite her moral compass spinning out of control, she melted into the kiss. Her body responded to the familiar yet forbidden touch of a man she’d known her whole life.
Her resolve crumbling, she allowed her hands to wander, tracing the lines of his muscles through his tuxedo jacket. His grip tightened around her waist, pulling her closer, and she felt his desire press against her. The situation spiralled out of control. But she was too lost in the sensation to care.
Their kiss grew deeper, more frantic, as if trying to devour each other’s very souls. Priya’s mind swirled with confusion and arousal, her body betraying her conscience. She knew she had to stop and tell him the truth. But the thrill was too intense and the temptation too great.
Sam’s hands began to explore the zipper of the blue dress. Priya’s breath hitched in her throat. She knew she had to act quickly before he discovered the deceit. But her body had other plans. It responded to his touch with an eagerness that shocked her.
Her skin hummed with a need she hadn’t felt before. She gripped the lapels of his tuxedo, pulling him closer. Her kisses became more urgent, more demanding. The dress fell away, revealing the soft pink lingerie fabric underneath.
But in the dim light, Sam saw only Ananya, the woman he thought he was about to claim. His eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her. His hands moved to unhook the clasp of her lingerie. He reached for her, his thumbs hooking into the delicate lace of her lingerie.
He pulled the fabric down, exposing her breasts. Sam couldn’t ignore the sudden jolt of doubt that shot through him. Ananya’s body felt different somehow, more fragile. But the need to possess her was too great, all-consuming, to let doubt linger.
With a groan, he bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth, feeling it peak under his tongue. Ananya—or was it Priya?—whimpered, her hands tangling in his hair. The sweetness of her response only served to fan the flames of his lust. He sucked harder, savouring the taste of her skin, the feel of her in his arms.
Priya’s body responded of its own accord, arching into the touch she knew she should push away. Yet, the pleasure was undeniable. She moaned, her nails digging into his back, urging him on. The voice in the back of her mind screamed for her to stop.
Sam’s hands roamed lower, reaching for the waistband of Priya’s panties. She gasped as his fingers brushed against the wetness that had pooled there, the fabric already damp with her arousal. The realization of what was happening crashed over her like a cold shower.
She opened her eyes to find Sam staring at her. His eyes filled with a hunger that was terrifying and exhilarating. For a moment, she considered telling him the truth, but the words died on her lips. She didn’t want to lose this feeling, didn’t want to shatter the illusion.
So, she let him continue, let him push the fabric aside and dip his fingers into her warm pussy. The sensation was overwhelming, a pleasure so intense it almost hurt. She felt him slide a finger inside her. She knew she had made her choice. She was going to see this through to the bitter end.
Her eyes locked onto his. She let out a soft cry, her body trembling with the force of her need. Sam’s eyes searched hers, looking for Ananya’s usual smouldering gaze but finding only a mirror of his confusion and desire. He didn’t question it.
He didn’t stop to think that maybe, just maybe, something was wrong. Instead, he kissed her again. His tongue delved deep, his hands exploring every inch of her willing flesh. The bed dipped under their weight as he laid her down, his body following hers.
He hovered over her, his breath hot and ragged, his eyes never leaving hers as he undid his pants. Priya could feel him, hard and insistent, pressing against her thigh. And even as she knew this was a betrayal, she couldn’t deny the part of her that wanted and needed him.
Sam positioned himself above her. She spread her legs, inviting him in, ready to play the part of Ananya to the very end. With a growl from somewhere deep within him, he buried his face between her thighs. His tongue found her clit with a precision that left her gasping for breath.
It was a sensation she hadn’t expected, a foreign and exquisitely familiar pleasure. She forced herself to keep her eyes closed, to focus on the feeling of his mouth on her. His tongue flicked and swirled, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Priya’s hands clutched the sheets as Sam’s mouth worked its magic. His teeth grazed her sensitive flesh. His tongue delved into her wetness with a hunger that seemed to match her own. She felt his hot breath against her skin. His nose nuzzled into her folds as he devoured her like a starving man.
It was all she could do not to scream out her true name, not to shatter the illusion that had brought them to this point. Her orgasm built slowly, a crescendo of sensation that grew more intense with each passing second. She could feel the tension coiling in her belly.
The pressure was building like a volcano, ready to erupt. And when it did, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her body arched off the bed, her muscles tightening around his invading tongue as she came. Her juices flooded his mouth, her moans filling the quiet room.
As the last tremors of her climax subsided, Priya’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Sam’s, filled with a mix of shock and satisfaction. He didn’t say a word. But his gaze spoke volumes, a silent question that hung between them like a storm cloud.
For a moment, she considered confessing. But the look on his face was too much to bear. Instead, she pulled him back up, her hand guiding him to her lips. Their kiss was sloppy and desperate, tasting of her release, their tongues dancing together in a frantic tango.
She could feel his erection pressing against her, demanding attention. She knew she couldn’t stop now. With trembling hands, she reached for his boxers, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Sam pulled away, his chest heaving, and moved up the length of her body.
His eyes searched hers, and for a fleeting moment, Priya thought she saw a flicker of doubt, a question that remained unspoken. But it was quickly doused by the heat that still burned between them. He reached for her, his hand cupping her cheek.
His thumb brushed away a tear she hadn’t even realized had fallen. Hesitantly, he brought his cock near her mouth, the tip glistening with the remnants of their shared passion. Priya’s eyes grew wide with shock and a hint of fear. But she knew that she had led him here and had to play this out to the end.
With a tremble that she hoped he mistook for eagerness, she took him into her mouth. Her tongue was tentatively exploring uncharted territory. The taste of him was salty and musky, a flavor that was both strange and intoxicating. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensation in her mouth.
The way his body tensed as she took him deeper. Sam’s hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements. She sucked him with a fervour she had never known. The moan that rumbled from his chest was all the encouragement she needed. She gave in to the moment, letting the tide of passion carry her away.
His breath grew ragged. His hips moved in a more urgent rhythm with each passing second. And as he cum, the warmth of his release filled her mouth. She felt a strange mix of satisfaction and despair. She had played the part of Ananya so convincingly.
She had allowed herself to be used in a way that was both thrilling and heartbreaking. When it was over, Sam collapsed beside her, his body a mess of sweat and need. He didn’t speak or look at her as if the silence could somehow mend the chasm that had just opened between them.
Priya lay there, the blue dress tangled around her, the pink lingerie a stark reminder of the lie she had become. The room was still, the air thick with the scent of sex and secrets. Priya knew she had to tell him the truth and confess she was not Ananya.
She had deceived him in the most intimate ways. But the words remained lodged in her throat, the weight of her actions too heavy to bear. Instead, she lay there, listening to the thunder of their hearts, feeling the stickiness of his seed on her lips.
Her desire was a living, breathing creature that had been unleashed and could never be caged again. The wedding festivities continued outside their door. The laughter and music were a stark contrast to the tumultuous silence that filled the room.
The clock on the nightstand ticked away the moments, each second a countdown to the inevitable. Priya knew she had to leave to escape before the truth came crashing down upon them. She slipped from the bed, her legs shaky as she stepped back into her pink bridesmaid’s dress.
The fabric clung to her damp skin, a reminder of the passion that had just been shared.
“Where are you going?” Sam’s voice was gruff, still thick with lust. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but gentle. “I’m not done with you yet, Ananya.”
Priya’s heart skipped a beat, the lie almost tripping off her tongue. But she couldn’t do it, not again. She had to tell him and let him know that she, Priya, had been in his arms, not Ananya. She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his in the dim light.
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