35 A Game Video Call
The digital invitation popped up on Niyati's phone screen a second later, indicating that Ansh had challenged her to a game of Ocho. She accepted it with a playful smirk, her heart beating a little faster against her ribs as the virtual cards were dealt on her display.
Across the digital divide, Ansh leaned back in his leather chair, his dark eyes locked onto her reflection with an intense, unyielding focus that made her skin tingle. "First game," he murmured, his deep voice smooth and dangerously relaxed. "Standard rules?"
"Standard rules," Niyati echoed, resting her chin in her palm as she tapped her screen to drop a card. "Winner makes the first demand."
For the next ten minutes, the quiet sanctuary of Niyati's bedroom was filled only with the soft, rhythmic taps on her phone screen and the low, velvet hum of Ansh's voice drifting through her laptop speakers.
They traded turns in a calculated, high-stakes duel, neither willing to yield the opening round.
Ansh played with a cool, strategic patience, while Niyati relied on quick, bold moves, her eyes darting constantly between her phone and his broad frame on the wide monitor.
When Niyati played her final wild card, changing the suit and emptying her hand, a triumphant gasp escaped her lips. "I won!" she cheered softly, clapping her hands together with a bright, victorious grin.
Ansh tossed his phone onto his desk with a low, rueful chuckle, shaking his head as he looked directly into the webcam. "Beginner's luck, Sharma. Fine. What's my penalty?"
Niyati bit her lower lip, pretending to contemplate her options while her eyes slowly roamed over his bare shoulders and chest on the laptop display. "Take off your shirt," she instructed softly, her voice carrying a quiet, unmistakable confidence.
Ansh's lips twitched upward into a slow, knowing smile. Without a word of protest, he reached down, grabbed the hem of his dark sleeveless top, and pulled it up over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it casually over the back of his chair.
The sudden sight of his broad, bare chest and the defined lines of his torso flared across her screen in high definition, instantly drying up the moisture in her throat.
"Satisfied?" he asked, leaning forward and resting his forearms on the desk, his dark gaze burning into hers.
Niyati swallowed hard, her face burning hot as she adjusted her reading glasses. "Very," she managed to whisper. "Next game?"
Ansh smirked, picking up his phone once again. "Oh, definitely. My turn to win."
The second game was a fast-paced round of Mini Golf, and Ansh played with a quiet, lethal precision. Within minutes, he landed his ball into the final hole, securing an effortless victory.
Setting his phone aside, he leaned back, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face as his gaze swept over her through the camera lens.
"My win," he purred, his voice dropping an octave, rich and velvety against the silence of the night.
Niyati's breath hitched, her pulse hammering wildly against her throat. She shifted under the weight of his stare. "So... what's your demand?"
Ansh's dark eyes locked onto the subtle outline of her nipples pressing through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. "Take off the shirt, Niyati."
A sudden flare of heat shot straight down to her toes.
Her cheeks flushed a deep, brilliant crimson, but she didn't retreat.
Slowly, her fingers reached for the hem of her oversized shirt, pulling it up over her head and setting it aside, leaving her exposed from the waist up. Her breasts jiggles freely.
Ansh swallowed hard, his jaw clenching as his eyes devoured her on the large display. His chest heaved with a sudden, heavy breath. "God... you are breathtaking," he murmured, his dark eyes burning with absolute desire.
Niyati folded her arms loosely over her chest to hide her shyness, her heart thumping against her ribs. "Next game," she whispered, her voice laced with sweet anticipation.
The third game was a fierce, tactical battle of Dots and Boxes, but Niyati's quick strategy paid off. She connected the final set of boxes on her screen, claiming a decisive victory.
"I won again!" she cheered softly, a bright, triumphant flush coloring her cheeks.
Ansh let out a quiet, defeated sigh, leaning back in his chair with his dark eyes fixed entirely on her screen. "Name your price, baby."
Niyati bit her lower lip, her eyes slowly roving down his bare chest to where his dark jeans rested low on his hips. A sudden wave of playful confidence washed over her. "Take off your pants," she instructed softly, her voice filled with quiet intent. "Leave yourself in just your boxers."
Ansh raised a dark eyebrow, a slow, appreciative smirk spreading across his face.
Without a word, he stood up from his leather chair and slid his pajama pants down his long, muscular legs, kicking them aside.
He sat back down in his dark grey boxers, his broad frame looking entirely devastating on her large display.
"Satisfied?" he rasped, his eyes burning into hers.
"Very," Niyati whispered, her pulse fluttering wildly. "Next game."
The fourth game was a fast-paced round of Sea Battle, and this time, Ansh played with a quiet, lethal precision. He systematically sank her fleet one by one, securing a swift and ruthless victory.
Setting his phone aside, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his desk. His dark gaze dropped straight to her bare, exposed chest, his eyes darkening with an intense, heavy hunger.
"My win," he purred, his voice dropping into a thick, velvety register that sent a sharp shiver straight down her spine.
Niyati's breath hitched, her heart hammering against her ribs. "What's your demand?"
Ansh's gaze locked onto her face through the camera lens, his expression intense and unyielding. "I want you to touch your breasts for me, Niyati. Cup them, pinch your nipples, and play with yourself while I watch."
Niyati's breath hitched at his command, her heart thudding wildly against her ribs. Under the heavy, unblinking weight of Ansh's dark, predatory gaze, she slowly lifted her hands. Her fingers brushed against her warm, sensitive skin, her palms cupping the soft fullness of her breasts.
A quiet gasp escaped her lips as her thumbs stroked over her hardened peaks, tweaking them gently just as he had ordered.
Across the digital divide, Ansh watched every delicate movement with intense, raw hunger, his chest heaving as his breath grew noticeably shallow.
The sight of her touching herself for him sent a surge of heat straight to his lower belly, his arousal hardening rapidly beneath the thin fabric of his dark boxers.
"God, you look incredible..." he rasped, his voice thick and gravelly as his eyes devoured her frame.
Niyati let out a soft, shuddering sigh, her cheeks burning with a deep crimson flush before she finally lowered her hands, her skin tingling from the touch. "Your turn to set up the next game," she whispered, trying to catch her breath.
Ansh's smirk returned, dark and dangerous, as he tapped his phone screen to launch a round of Archery.
Driven by a desperate need to win, he played with ruthless focus, landing near-perfect shots on every single turn and securing another swift victory.
Setting his phone down, Ansh leaned closer to his webcam, his eyes hooded with heavy desire. "My win again, baby."
Niyati swallowed hard, her voice barely a breath. "What do you want?"
"Take off your pants," Ansh instructed huskily, his gaze pinning her to the spot. "I want to see you in just your panties."
A nervous flutter danced in Niyati's stomach. Nodding softly, she pushed the duvet aside and stood up beside her bed in full view of the camera. She reached for the waistband of her pajama pants and slowly slid them down her legs, stepping out of them.
As the fabric fell away, revealing her silk underwear, a distinct, darker wet patch glinted softly against the fabric between her thighs.
Ansh's gaze dropped instantly, his eyes dilating as he caught sight of the glistening dampness marking her panties. A deep, wicked chuckle rumbled from his throat.
"Already wet, huh?!" he purred, his voice dripping with playful satisfaction.
Niyati's face flushed tomato red. Gasping in sheer embarrassment, she instantly squeezed her thighs tightly together, using her hands to cover herself as a shy, breathless laugh escaped her lips.
Niyati quickly reclaimed her seat on the edge of the mattress, adjusting her reading glasses as her fingers flew across her phone screen for the next round of air hockey.
Fueled by a fierce wave of competitive energy, she blocked every single one of Ansh's shots, sliding the digital puck into his goal with a swift, decisive strike to claim the game.
"Yes!" Niyati gasped, a bright, triumphant smile lighting up her flushed face as she looked directly into her webcam. "My win."
Ansh leaned back, a dark, expectant glint in his eyes. "All yours, baby. What's my sentence?"
Niyati's eyes roamed down his bare torso, settling on the waistband of his dark grey boxers. Her pulse fluttered nervously, but she kept her gaze locked onto his. "Take off your boxers," she commanded softly, her voice trembling slightly with newfound boldness. "Everything."
Ansh's lips curved into a slow, dangerous smirk. Without a moment's hesitation, he stood up from his chair in full view of the camera. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic band and slid his boxers down his thighs, letting them drop to the floor.
Niyati swallowed hard, an audible gulp catching in her throat as his fully hardened length sprang free.
It was thick, heavy, and throbbing, a glisten of clear precum shining at the tip under his dim bedroom light.
The sheer sight of him completely uninhibited across her wide laptop monitor made her core ache with a sudden, sharp throbbing heat.
"Satisfied with the view, Sharma?" Ansh rasped, a wicked glint in his dark eyes as he sat back down in his chair, making no effort to cover himself.