ONE NIGHT - A contract marriage

Kia's

A thick cock—still slick with my cum—forces between my thighs, his calloused hand brutally kneading my naked tit as I wake up drenched in shame and his scent.His morning wood throbs against my swollen pussy lips. pinching my nipple hard enough to bruise.Ayush dumped me last night. Who the fuck is this?Me (screaming internally): WHO THE FUCK—

My eyes flutter open. My head throbs like hell—guess I drank way too much last night. Where the fuck am I? A hotel room..

Then it hits me: last evening, my six-year boyfriend dumped me for some rich girl. So who the hell is this guy?

I glance down at myself—I'm completely naked of course i am .My bra dangles from the lamp. His jeans pool on the floor. "What have I done?" I mutter to myself.

You had a brutal breakup, what's your move?

Shoot the bastard (tempting, illegal)

Get blackout drunk (check)

Cry + contemplate self-harm (dramatic)

Run away to new city (future me?)

Normal girls pick one.

I chose ALL OF THE ABOVE + BONUS DISASTER.

Same night my heart exploded, I fucked a stranger Me—Kia Verma, Love & Marriage poster child—had a one-night stand. Life's not a Bollywood romance. It's a tragicomedy starring me as the idiot.I try to gently pry his hand off, but he tightens his grip and pulls me closer. His dickhead nudges my entrance. Me (bolting): "GET YOUR COCK OFF ME!"

I wrench myself free, grab the blanket, and bolt off the bed.

There's a naked man lying there, right in front of me. Oh my God, what is this? What am I seeing?

Him: "Fuck, what's your problem? It's morning—why'd you steal my blanket?"

I wrap the blanket around myself tightly and turn my face away.

Me: "Put on some clothes."

Him: "What?"

Me: "Put on clothes. Now."

Him: "We fucked all night naked. Don't you remember?"

Me: "Shut up! I was drunk. You took advantage of me."

He gets off the bed and steps toward me.

Me: "Stay away—my eyes are still closed!" He chuckles. "Suddenly so modest?" For your information, you were drunk, yeah, but you unzipped my pants and gave me the best blowjob of my life. I mean, pure perfection—nothing's ever felt that good."

"What's your name, anyway you told me i forget."

I'm losing it. This can't be real.

Me: "You're lying."

Him: "Open your eyes—I put on jeans. You can get dressed too. Why would I lie? You remember me right?

I press my palms to my temples, forcing the memories to surface.

Last evening, I came to this hotel because it was our six-year anniversary. Ayush had promised that once he landed this manager job here, we'd get married. He'd been so busy lately, barely giving me time. I figured it was just the stress of his big break, so I planned a surprise—me showing up to celebrate and popping the question about marriage.

But when I asked the staff where Ayush was, they pointed me to manger room. There he was, kissing some girl. My heart exploded. The flowers and ring I'd brought slipped from my hands and crashed to the floor.

When I confronted him, he admitted he didn't love me anymore and wanted to break up. He'd been too "busy" to do it sooner. "Busy with her," I spat.

Ayush smirked shamelessly. "You never made me happy anyway."

I'd even supported him financially so he could chase his hotel career dreams—and this was how he repaid me on what was supposed to be the best day of my life?

I stormed out, hit the nearest bar, and started drinking. That's when I met this guy. He said his name was Arjun. I spilled my whole story, we drank more... and then nothing. Blackout. Until this morning.

Me: "Listen, I don't remember anything. Can we just forget last night?"

Arjun: "Why? You broke up with your boyfriend. I don't do settling down, but you're amazing in bed. We could keep it going—just sex, no strings. A situationship."

Me (fuming): "Shut up. I'm not that kind of girl. I believe in love. I believe in marriage—not casual hookups like you want. This was a mistake. I was broken and drunk. I'm not getting into anything with a guy like you. I don't even know you. Forget it happened. I'll forget too."

Arjun: "Try it once—no emotions. Relationships like that can be fun. Look what your boyfriend did: you boosted his career, and the second he got a good job, he ditched you."

I stare him straight in the eyes.

Me: "That's my problem, not yours. Just because he cheated doesn't mean I'll jump into a situationship. I'll try again—find someone who truly loves me. I still believe in love. Got it?"

I snatch my clothes and head to the bathroom. I dress quickly and come out.

Arjun: "Fine, no situationship. At least give me your number—we could grab drinks sometime, right?"

Me: "I don't want to see your face."

Arjun: "I'm pretty handsome. Girls fall all over me—what's the problem?"

Me: "Sorry, I'm not one of them."

Arjun: "But you are—the kind who fucks on the first night."

I grab a vase from the table and hurl it at him.

Arjun (dodging): "That almost hit me!"

Me: "That's why I threw it."

I fling open the door.

Ayush is standing there.

Ayush (clapping slowly): "Wow, you claimed to love me, and here you are, fucking some guy all night in my hotel. No shame?"

Me: "Don't yell—you ended us last night. I'm not your girlfriend anymore. Move."

Ayush (grabbing my hand): "How long has this been going on? And in my hotel? Forgot our six years?"

I yank my hand free.

Me: "You cheated. You're questioning me? And it's not your hotel—you work here."

I start walking away.

Ayush: "I always knew you were characterless. That's why I left you."

I spin around and slap him hard.

Me: "That should have happened sooner. You don't deserve love—you deserve this."

Laughter echoes from the room. Arjun's leaning in the doorway, watching and listening to everything.

I kick off one heel and throw it at him.

Me: "Shut up, bastard!"

I storm off, grabbing my other heel on the way out.

Bursting into the sunlight, I think: What the hell happened to my life? Yesterday morning, I was so happy. And now one heel's with that Arjun jerk—how do I even get home with just one heel?

To be continued...