Chapter Five: A Whisper in the Night

The sleek black car came to a smooth halt outside the grand entrance of the luxury hotel. Ayan stepped out, taking a moment to appreciate the opulence before him. Tall, glittering chandeliers cast golden light over the marble floors, and the scent of fresh lilies filled the air. Vienna welcomed him with the kind of grandeur that could make a man forget his troubles, at least for a while.

He checked in quickly, the concierge’s efficiency matching the understated elegance of the hotel. His suite was on one of the upper floors, offering a panoramic view of the city that stretched out under the evening sky. As he entered the room, Ayan felt a rush of excitement. Vienna was a fresh start, a canvas waiting to be painted with new memories, far from the heartbreak he’d left behind in Lucknow.

Ayan dropped his bag by the door and walked over to the large windows, looking out at the city bathed in the glow of the setting sun. He pulled out his phone, his fingers hesitating for a moment before he scrolled through his contacts. Finding Saba’s number, he dialed, his heart quickening with anticipation.

The phone rang twice before Saba picked up. Her voice was smooth and unhurried, like velvet. “Hello?”

Ayan smiled, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. He didn’t respond immediately, choosing instead to let out a low, suggestive whisper. “I can’t stop thinking about you… your scent, your touch… the way you made me feel last night.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by a soft chuckle. “Is that so?” Saba’s voice was laced with amusement. “And who might this be, whispering such sweet, naughty things into my ear?”

Ayan leaned back against the plush armchair, feeling a thrill of excitement course through him. He closed his eyes, letting his mind drift back to the night before. Gratifying himself to Saba's pictures has been a hot experience, and even now, the memory of it stirred something deep within him. The images from the thoughts he had while he masturbated looking at Saba's pictures played in his mind—Saba’s lips on his, her body pressed against him, the heat of their passion—and Ayan felt a familiar ache building, a hunger that demanded to be sated.

“Guess,” he said softly, his voice husky with desire. “Who else would think of you like this, crave you like I do?”

Saba’s laughter was a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Ayan’s spine. “Ayan,” she said, her voice a seductive purr. “I should have known. You do have a way with words, don’t you?”

Ayan grinned, his confidence bolstered by her response. “Only when I’m inspired,” he replied. “And you, Saba, are very inspiring.”

There was a moment of silence, and Ayan could almost picture her on the other end of the line, perhaps reclining in some elegant room, her eyes sparkling with amusement. He imagined her lips curving into a smile, her fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass as she listened to him.

“You’ve only just arrived in Vienna,” she said, breaking the silence. “And already you’re whispering naughty things. What am I to do with you?”

Ayan’s grin widened. “I can think of a few things,” he teased. “How about we start with dinner? I’d like to see you again.”

“Dinner sounds delightful,” Saba agreed, her tone playful. “Where shall we meet?”

Ayan thought for a moment, considering his options. He wanted somewhere special, somewhere that matched the mood of the night. An idea struck him, and he couldn’t resist adding a touch of mischief to his suggestion. “How about your place?” he asked, his voice dripping with suggestion.

Saba’s laughter rang through the phone, warm and genuine. “You wish,” she said, still laughing. “But no, not just yet. Let’s meet somewhere a bit more… public.”

Ayan feigned disappointment, though he couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. “Alright, you win,” he conceded. “Where, then?”

“There’s a nightclub, exclusive and quite posh,” Saba said, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. “The kind of place where people go to see and be seen. It’s called Elysium. I’ll send you the address.”

“Elysium,” Ayan repeated, the name rolling off his tongue. “I like the sound of that. I’ll be there.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Saba said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “You have no idea how much.”

Ayan’s heart skipped a beat, the promise in her words igniting a fire within him. “Until then,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl. “Think of me.”

“Always,” Saba replied, the line crackling with the electricity of their connection. “See you soon, Ayan.”

The call ended, leaving Ayan staring at his phone, a slow smile spreading across his face. He stood up, feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the anticipation of the night ahead thrumming like a live wire. As he moved to freshen up, his mind replayed the sound of Saba’s laughter, the feel of her voice like a caress against his skin.

Tonight would be a night to remember. And Ayan was ready for whatever it would bring