Shots from the past

Good morning - Chapter 1

A modern Indian erotic story 🌹

Aarti and Nikhil’s divorce finally came through after two long gruelling years. Luckily, with no children involved, she now felt more free and ready than ever as she stood in the balcony of her best friend Tanvi’s home in Shillong and stretched her arms over her head. Inhaling the crisp air of the mountains, she took a moment to acknowledge her health and happiness.

Tanvi’s getting married!

She had landed in Shillong from Delhi earlier this evening, just in time for the mehendi and sangeet. Having barely a couple of hours to shower and get ready, Aarti slipped into her pastel pink and green lehenga studded with beautiful mirror work. She expertly applied her lipstick in a few seconds, aligned her red bindi perfectly between the centre of her brows, and made sure she had enough time to draw dark strokes of kaajal. With no more time to spare as her friends were already a couple of drinks down, she decided to let leave her long wavy black hair open.

It is already getting chilly. This way, I’ll also be a little warm!

As Aarti made her way down the stairs, she realised it would not be so hard to find her friends - they were the loudest table! Aarti joined them cheering.

"Finally!! You are here, Aartiiiii—

— Pehle two shots and one large whisky, phir Aarti!"

Everybody cheered as the last member of their old school friends gang had arrived at last and now the real party could begin.

Aarti had barely been able to catch up with her friends over the difficult years of her marriage. After separating from Nikhil, she had slowly begun to spring back to her older self one day at a time. When Tanvi sent her wedding invite in their WhatsApp group, Aarti was the first one to respond with a yes.

Now, two months later, she was finally feeling the taste of freedom at the tip pf her tongue and ready to kick back and relax over the next few days, watch her childhood best friend get hitched. While growing up, Tanvi, her older brother Vikram, and Aarti were very close. Being an only child, Aarti had been their neighbour in Shillong since as long as she could remember. Their families were close and the three of them, inseparable. Playing together as children and exploring every nook and corner of Shillong forged a close bond among the three of them. Even during their teens, when Vikram branched away with his own group of friends and hardly interacted with them, Aarti still felt his endearing and protective presence. While Tanvi continued to fight and fool around with her brother, Aarti and Vikram shared a softer and deeper relationship. They always shared a special bond, beyond Tanvi.

A stunned silence fell upon their relationship, when Aarti’s parents abruptly announced that they were moving to Delhi for good one summer. She had just turned twenty. Aarti and Vikram had stood in silence for a long time just holding each other, before she turned and walked away for what felt like the last time ever.

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Everybody cheered, "Shots shots shots shots shots—

—shots shots shots shots" Aarti joined them, waving her arms in the air, swaying her slender waist left and right in her chair, her long hair dancing and revealing her almost bare back interrupted by her pink halter back blouse’s thin strings and knot tied in the centre.

"How many shots down are you?" a husky whisper tickled Aarti’s right ear, catching her breath and stopping her arms midair.

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