Babita padded across the living space, her body wrapped in a peach-colored stretch kurti that clung to her curves, accentuating her hips and dipping perfectly at the waist. Her leggings hugged her toned legs like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. Her face glowed with the unmistakable afterglow of pleasure, her hair loose and wild, lips full and inviting. She carried the quiet confidence of a woman who had just been thoroughly satisfied.
She placed a china cup of chai beside Veyas, who lay shirtless and relaxed on the lounge sofa. His muscles rippled beneath his skin as he scrolled through a hovering system panel. Babita curled up beside him, her body fitting against his like a perfect puzzle piece. Her fingers traced the lines of his muscles, feeling the hard planes of his chest and abs. One of his arms looped over her shoulders, pulling her closer without a word.
**SYSTEM PANEL: NEW MISSION – ANJALI MEHTA**
Objective: Emotional openness during shared yoga sessions
**Reward:**
– Constant Health (MC remains in peak physical and sexual condition)
– Gokuldham Tier 1 Control Unlocked
– Passive: Presence – Women of Gokuldham instinctively trust the MC
– Local Insight: Emotional data and surface thoughts of all female NPCs
He smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement and something more primal.
Babita tilted her head to glance at the glowing panel.
"That's the next one?"
He nodded, his jaw clenched with anticipation.
She took a sip of her tea and smiled lazily, her eyes never leaving his.
"Perfect. I already invited her for yoga today. Told her I needed help since I'm staying here."
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A soft chime echoed from the front door. Babita rose, her body a symphony of curves and intent. She greeted Anjali Mehta with a radiant smile, her limp barely noticeable as she leaned into the doorframe. Anjali stepped in, her fit frame sculpted by discipline, dressed in a high-neck sky-blue tank and snug black yoga pants that left nothing to the imagination. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun, a few strands slipping down over her flushed cheeks, giving her an air of vulnerability and desire.
"Wow… this place is something else," she whispered, her eyes drinking in the penthouse.
"He's generous," Babita said with a small smirk. "I've been staying here ever since Iyer left for his trip."
"Did he even tell you properly?" Anjali asked, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and envy.
Babita's shrug was all the answer she gave, her eyes glinting with a secret.
"No. Just a rushed message and off he went. Didn't even ask if I'd be alright."
They rolled out their mats on the sun-drenched terrace, soft wind brushing past the orchids. Anjali's expression was uncertain, her body language tense.
"Tarak's no different," Anjali sighed. "Sometimes I feel like all I do is blend into the furniture. I make all this healthy food for him, try to keep us both sane… and he barely notices."
Babita gave her a wicked side glance, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Okay, stop. No more husband talk."
"Why not?"
"Because I have better gossip."
Anjali's brows lifted, her curiosity piqued.
"I accidentally walked in on Veyas in the shower yesterday," Babita said, smirking.
Anjali's mouth dropped. "You're kidding."
Babita's smirk deepened, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"This time… it was deliberate."
Anjali flushed, fiddling with the edge of her mat, her eyes darting toward the bathroom hallway.
"He didn't even flinch," Babita continued. "Just stood there, looked me right in the eye, and said, _'Enjoying the view?'_"
Anjali laughed—too loud and a little too long. But the color didn't leave her cheeks.
"and you wouldn't believe me when I say his dick is so big," Babita said, gesturing with her hands.
"stop it."
Anjali's face turned a deep red, her breath hitching slightly.
Just then, **Veyas stepped out onto the terrace**, in a fitted black tank top and joggers, his muscles relaxed but prominent. He wiped his neck with a towel and smiled calmly, his presence commanding and intense.
"How's the yoga going, ladies?"
Babita stood and immediately hooked her arm through his, her smile soft and possessive.
"It's wonderful. Couldn't be better."
Anjali's lips parted—but she said nothing. Her gaze dipped quickly to his crotch… and lingered, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and desire.
---
**The next day**, after stretches and slow breathing, Babita lay back on her mat, sweat glistening at the base of her throat. Her voice dropped to a hush, her eyes locked on Anjali's.
"You know what he did last night?"
Anjali tilted her head, curious, her body leaning in slightly.
"Tucked me in," Babita whispered. "Pulled the blanket over me, kissed my forehead, and said, _'You don't have to be strong tonight.'_ Then left."
Silence.
Anjali sighed. "That's… sweet."
Babita turned her head, smiling lazily, her eyes filled with a depth of emotion that was almost palpable.
"His hands are strong," she murmured. "When he holds you, it's not a touch. It's a promise."
Anjali didn't respond. Because she couldn't. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and desires, her body aching with a need she couldn't deny.
Later, as Anjali left, she gave a polite goodbye—but kept looking back toward the penthouse door as it closed behind her, her eyes filled with longing and unspoken words.
Inside, Veyas turned toward Babita, his eyes narrowing with quiet amusement and a hunger that was raw and primal.
"You're working fast."
She leaned in and kissed him softly, her smile lazy and teasing, her body pressing against his.
"Anything for you."
---
**On the third day**, Babita handed Anjali a steaming cup of chai, her eyes twinkling with a secret knowledge.
"This morning, he kissed the back of my neck while I was brushing my teeth."
Anjali nearly spilled her drink, her hands trembling slightly.
"What?!"
"Didn't say a word. Just passed by, kissed, and walked off."
Babita sipped her own tea, perfectly calm, her eyes never leaving Anjali's face.
"Tell me that's not the kind of attention we all crave."
Anjali stared at her for a long moment, her mind racing with thoughts of Veyas and the way his touch must feel.
"What kind of man _does_ that?"
Babita smiled like a secret being unwrapped, her voice low and intimate.
"The kind who sees a woman and gives her wants."
---
By now, Anjali wasn't just blushing. She was lingering. She stayed longer after each session, helped with cushions that didn't need fixing, folded Babita's towel even when Babita wasn't watching. Her glances drifted toward the hallway, toward the kitchen, toward the man who always seemed to appear just when she thought of him. And **Babita**? She noticed every breath of it. She guided it. She fed it like a garden left unwatered too long, nurturing Anjali's growing desire with a skillful hand.
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**On the fifth day**, Anjali walked in early. Her hair was braided back, and she wore navy leggings and a soft, sleeveless white kurti-style top that hugged her in all the ways she was trying not to think about. The sway of her hips had a question in it, a silent invitation that hung in the air.
"Ready?" she asked, her voice a little too bright, her eyes shining with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
Babita smiled—but placed a hand on her thigh with a slight wince.
"I think I pulled a muscle yesterday. Might need to sit this one out."
Anjali frowned. "Oh no. Should I go?"
Babita shook her head, her eyes glinting with a mischievous light.
"No need. I already asked someone else to help you today."
Anjali blinked, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
And then **he** stepped in. **Veyas**. Barefoot. Damp hair curling at the ends. A fitted grey tank stretching over his chest. Dark joggers slung low on his hips. The kind of man you didn't just _see_—you _felt_ before he entered the room, his presence electric and commanding.
"Good morning," he said calmly, his voice deep and resonant. "Shall we begin?"
Anjali opened her mouth. No sound came out. Her eyes were wide, her breath caught in her throat, her body aching with a need that was almost painful.
Babita passed by behind her, fingers brushing Anjali's shoulder, her breath warm and inviting.
"All the best," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "And remember… he's very good with hands."
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