We enter the cafe

As we entered the café, a waiter greeted us warmly, leading us to a cozy table by the window. I couldn't help but admire the ambiance, with its soft lighting and elegant décor.

Raghav Ji asked if there was anything specific I wanted to try, and I replied that it was my first time visiting the café, so he should make the choice. He happily obliged, recommending their famous coffee and red velvet pastries. With the order placed, we settled into a comfortable conversation, chatting about various topics and enjoying each other's company.

Throughout our date, I could sense Raghav Ji's eagerness to make a move, but I deftly blocked his attempts. I knew how to play hard to get, and I relished in the challenge of keeping him at arm's length. Before I knew it, our time together had come to an end.

As we prepared to leave, Raghav Ji asked if I wanted to extend the date. With a sly smirk, I reminded him that Alok would be returning home that day, and I couldn't risk being late. He nodded in understanding and drove me back to my house, bidding me farewell with a polite smile and a promise to keep in touch.

The week flew by as Alok returned home, and I resumed my duties as a proper housewife. Cooking, entertaining, and tending to his needs filled my days, and thoughts of Raghav Ji faded into the background. If it weren't for his daily texts, I might have completely forgotten about our brief encounter.

As I grew more familiar with him, it became increasingly clear that Raghav Ji had ulterior motives. His interest in me was obvious, and it seemed his main goal was to get into my pants. Despite his persistent efforts, I remained firm in my resolve to keep things casual and enjoy the thrill of the chase.

As we continued our late-night conversation, Raghav Ji shared stories of his first girlfriend, Meghna. His vivid descriptions of their initial encounters captured my attention, and I found myself hanging on to every word. When he mentioned her shyness during their first kiss, I couldn't help but blush, feeling a sense of connection to her experience.

Raghav Ji's curiosity was piqued, and he turned the focus of our conversation to my own past. "Were you also shy during your first kiss?" he asked, likely trying to gather more information about my personal experiences. I attempted to brush off the question, simply replying that I couldn't remember.

However, Raghav Ji wouldn't let it go. "Come on, Bhabhi Ji, how can you forget something like that? Tell me, was it with your husband or some other lucky guy?" His persistence was both flattering and slightly embarrassing, but I couldn't deny the thrill of sharing such an intimate detail with him.

With a bashful smile, I admitted that it was with my first boyfriend.

Raghav Ji's latest message appeared on my screen, his curiosity piqued. "Was he from your college?" he asked, eager to learn more about my mysterious first boyfriend.

"He was my senior," I replied, a hint of nostalgia creeping into my tone.

Raghav Ji wasn't satisfied with just that information. "Did you two do more than just kissing?" he pressed, his message laden with intrigue.

I couldn't help but smirk at his bold question. "Even if we did, I'm not admitting to anything," I typed back, enjoying the playful banter.

His response was swift. "Bhabhi Ji, it's very wrong of you to only give hints of gossip and not share more!"

Rolling my eyes at his persistence, I countered, "Bhai Saab, I don't think we're close enough for me to divulge such details."

Raghav Ji's next message made his intentions crystal clear. "Bhabhi Ji, I want to get 'close' enough to you so that you can share all those juicy details with me." The innuendo was unmistakable, and I rolled my eyes considering his lack of subtlety.

It was getting late, and I knew I should end our conversation for the night. As I prepared to sign off, Raghav Ji dropped another bombshell. "My friend is opening a new clothing store this weekend, and I can arrange for us to visit before it officially opens to the public," he revealed, his tone casual yet inviting.

The prospect of shopping for new clothes without having to drag Alok along was tempting. Besides, I reasoned, what harm could come from a quick trip with Raghav Ji? His ulterior motives were clear, but at that moment, I didn't particularly care.

"I can come tomorrow," I replied, a mischievous glint in my eye. "Just send me the address, and I'll meet you there. No need for you to pick me up, though. I don't want to be involved in any scandals."

Raghav Ji chuckled at my response, understanding my ****. "Fair enough, Bhabhi Ji. I'll see you tomorrow, then."