A trip to the Cinema

It was a peaceful night as I stood before the mirror, carefully removing my makeup after a long day. Alok sat on the bed beside me, engrossed in his work on the laptop. I sighed softly, relieved that my in-laws had finally left. Their constant questioning about when we would have kids had been exhausting, and I just wanted to unwind and relax.

Turning towards Alok, I gently asked, "Alok, can we go on a vacation together? Just the two of us? We could visit a beach or a hill station. Anything to get away from the stress and enjoy some quality time together."

But Alok barely glanced up from his laptop screen, his fingers still typing away. "Sanjana, you know how important this project is for my promotion. I really need to focus on it right now. Plus, I have a work trip to Bangalore coming up. Let's plan your vacation after that, okay?"

Sitting beside Alok, I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through Instagram, trying to distract myself from the disappointment of another vacation postponed. Suddenly, a notification appeared - a message from Raghav Ji.

I glanced over at Alok, who remained engrossed in his laptop, and realized the coast was clear. Curiosity getting the better of me, I opened the message.

"Are you awake?" Raghav Ji asked.

"Yes, but I can't really chat right now. Alok is sitting right here," I replied, my heart racing a bit at the secret communication.

"No problem, I just wanted to ask if you'd like to watch a movie with me. I have tickets for the new Shahrukh Khan film," he wrote.

My eyes widened. Shahrukh Khan was my favorite actor, and I'd been eagerly awaiting this movie's release. Before I could overthink it, I quickly typed back, "Yes, that would be lovely! When and where?"

He provided the details - day after tomorrow at the cinema near the market. I confirmed I would be there, and he signed off with a simple "Good night."

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The vibrant yellow of my salwar kameez stood out against the muted colors of the cinema lobby as I waited for Raghav Ji to return from buying popcorn. A smile played on my lips as I remembered the look of appreciation in his eyes when he first saw me in this outfit.

My nerves were slightly on edge, given that this was our first official "date," but the excitement of seeing a Shahrukh Khan film helped ease the tension. Raghav Ji returned, his arms laden with an oversized tub of buttery popcorn.

"Let's go, Bhabhi Ji," he said with a grin, gesturing towards the theater. "The movie is about to start."

He led me towards the entrance, where the ticket checker, upon seeing our tickets, escorted us to the very back row - the most private seats in the house. I shot Raghav Ji a suspicious glance and whispered, "Bhai saab, it seems you've planned this perfectly."

Raghav Ji simply laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Bhabhi Ji, how could I not make our first cinema trip together memorable?"

As we settled into our seats, I leaned in close to Raghav Ji, a playful smirk on my lips. "Bhai saab," I whispered teasingly, "considering I am a married woman, you should maintain propriety."

Raghav Ji carefully placed the oversized popcorn tub between us and replied with a smug grin, "Of course, Bhabhi Ji. I'm not some beast." He leaned in conspiratorially, his voice low and husky. "At least, not in public."

I couldn't help but giggle, playfully pushing him away. "Bhai saab, let's just focus on the movie, shall we?"

Glancing around the packed theater, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. With so many people surrounding us, I knew Raghav Ji wouldn't dare try anything inappropriate. I settled back into my seat, eagerly anticipating the start of the film.

As the opening credits rolled and Shahrukh Khan's handsome face filled the screen.

As we continued to watch the film, I felt a hand slowly graze across my knees. I attempted to ignore it, hoping it would retreat on its own. But Raghav Ji's boldness only grew. The hand crept further up along my thigh, clearly emboldened by my lack of action.

I hissed, "Bhai saab, didn't you promise to maintain propriety?"

Raghav Ji chuckled softly, his breath warm against my earlobe as he whispered slyly, "Bhabhi Ji, don't worry. No one will notice."

I resisted his advances, my hand preventing his from going any higher. In response, he gripped my hand and placed it firmly over the growing bulge in his pants, his voice a seductive whisper. "Bhabhi Ji, sitting near you has made me really horny. Can you feel, Bhabhi Ji, how hard it's become for you, too?"

Blushing and flustered, I instinctively removed my hands from Raghav Ji's lap. "Bhai saab," I hissed, "what are you doing? This is a public place!"

Raghav Ji chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Bhabhi Ji," he whispered, "didn't you say you would repay me? I'm simply collecting on that debt."

Despite my protests, I found myself reluctantly allowing him to guide my hands back to his lap. I didn't want to cause a scene in the crowded theater, so I continued to watch the film, albeit with a heightened sense of awareness.

Raghav Ji unzipped his pants and pulled out his manhood, placing my hands on it. I couldn't help but be curious, having touched only one other man other than my husband before this moment. Slowly, I explored his member, marveling at the heat emanating from it.

I realized that while Raghav Ji's member wasn't significantly longer than Alok's, it was noticeably thicker and more girthy. I couldn't help but compare the two, a forbidden thrill coursing through me as I touched another man so intimately.

Raghav Ji groaned softly, clearly enjoying my tentative explorations. He shifted in his seat, angling his hips to give me better access.

As I continued stroking him, Raghav Ji turned towards me, his gaze locked on mine, though he pretended to watch the screen. "Bhabhi Ji," he moaned, "your hands feel heavenly around my dick. It's almost too painful to bear."

His words had a hypnotic effect on me, and I found myself inching closer to him, still maintaining the appearance of being absorbed in the film.

"Why don't you relieve some of this stress for me, Bhabhi Ji?" Raghav Ji suggested, his eyes gleaming with lust.

A mixture of arousal and curiosity consumed me. Alok had always been resistant to letting me touch him there, and now, here I was, willingly pleasuring another man. The thought of what Alok would think if he discovered my actions sent a thrilling shiver down my spine.

I continued to stroke Raghav Ji's throbbing member, occasionally glancing at the screen to maintain the illusion of remaining focused on the movie. As the intensity grew, I began to move my hand faster, my movements fluid and purposeful.

Raghav Ji's breathing grew louder, the telltale sign that he was nearing his climax. He huskily whispered, "I'm close, Bhabhi Ji."

Knowing the risk of a messy situation if he were to release right there in the theater, I quickly grabbed the popcorn tub and emptied its contents into my bag. Covering Raghav Ji's engorged manhood with the now empty container, I continued to stroke him.

As Raghav Ji reached his climax, he emitted a stifled groan that was fortuitously masked by the upbeat song playing on the screen. I swiftly withdrew my hands as he used his handkerchief to clean himself up, leaving the popcorn tub discarded on the sticky floor.

Satiated and content, Raghav Ji turned to face me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Bhabhi Ji," he whispered suggestively, "why don't you pour the popcorn back into the tub? I'm sure you'll love the creamy flavor."

I couldn't help but blush at his brazen proposition, playfully hitting him in the stomach with my elbow. "Bhai saab," I scolded gently, "I shouldn't have accepted your proposal. I couldn't concentrate on the movie at all."

Raghav Ji let out a hearty laugh, the sound rich and infectious. "Bhabhi Ji, don't worry," he said, his tone dripping with innuendo, "from now on, I'll do my best to keep my actions for you private."