Karan slipped into the silk saree and heels, transforming into Puja Trivedi with a flick of liner and a sway in his step. He needed that twenty lakh for Pari’s father, but the beer bar gigs in Kashi were drying up. Today’s gamble was bolder: posing as a therapist for a wealthy businessman’s brooding son. Shahrukh lounged in the study, arms crossed, rejecting yet another marriage pitch. “Dr. Puja, is it? Let me guess—you’ll tell me love fixes everything while charging by the hour.” Puja arched a brow, voice honeyed yet sharp. “Only if you stop pouting like a rejected prince. What’s got you so allergic to proposals, handsome?” Their banter sparked instantly—Shahrukh’s sarcasm met with Puja’s quick wit, each quip drawing them closer until the air thickened with heat.
Puja leaned in, fingers brushing Shahrukh’s knee. “You’re smiling for the first time in months, aren’t you? Your father noticed. Imagine what else I could make you feel.” Shahrukh’s eyes darkened, voice low. “Careful, doctor. I might prescribe something mutual.” The tension snapped; Puja pushed him back onto the couch, straddling him with commanding grace. Skirts hiked, they tore at clothes, Puja’s strong hands guiding every move.
Shahrukh groaned as Puja freed his hard cock, wrapping lips around it in a slick blowjob that left him panting. “Fuck, you’re good at this therapy,” he muttered. Puja laughed, wet and dripping with anticipation, then turned to offer his ass. “Less talk, more action—make me horny too.” Shahrukh thrust deep, their bodies sweating and colliding, Puja riding with fierce control, pussy-tight grip on his own cock stroking in rhythm. They came hard, cum spilling across skin as Puja’s witty moans mixed with commands: “Deeper, or I’ll diagnose you unsatisfied.”
Afterward, panting and spent, Puja accepted the father’s wild offer of marriage and fifty lakhs, seeing the perfect score. Shahrukh’s secret smile promised more. But as Puja adjusted her new western wardrobe of high heels and tight dresses, one thought lingered: how far would this disguise stretch before the real game began?
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