Hired for the Wedding, Desired for the Night

Ivaan sighed as he stared at the invitation to his cousin's wedding. The pressure to attend was already bugging him, but the thought of going alone there was even worse. He knew his family would be relentless in their attempts to set him up with potential matches and the pitying looks from relatives would be something he could not stand. Ivaan decided to take matters into his own hands and hired an escort through Locanto, hoping to have a companion for the evening and avoid the awkwardness.

On the day of the wedding, Ivaan waited nervously at the venue. As he scanned the crowd, he spotted Lasya, the escort he had hired. She was stunning, with long, wavy hair and a captivating smile. Lasya approached him with confidence. Her sari was draping elegantly over her curves. "Ivaan?" she asked. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Ivaan nodded, feeling a mix of relief and attraction. "Yes, and you must be Lasya. Thank you for doing this."

Throughout the evening, Lasya charmed everyone, effortlessly blending into the family gathering. Ivaan's relatives were impressed by her grace and wit. As the night continued, Ivaan and Lasya found themselves in a quiet corner of the venue. They were sipping chai and chatting.

"Your family is lovely" Lasya said, her voice was soft and inviting. "They seem to care about you."

Ivaan smiled, he was feeling a connection he hadn't anticipated. "They mean well, but sometimes it's overwhelming. Thank you for being here."

Lasya reached out and gently touched his arm, her fingers lingering. "I'm glad I could help. You're a great guy, Ivaan."

The touch sent a spark through him, and he realised that the night didn't have to end at the wedding. "Would you like to come back to my place?" Ivaan asked, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach. "I'd love to continue our conversation."

Lasya's smile widened, and she nodded. "I'd like that."

The drive back to Ivaan's apartment was filled with anticipation. They talked about everything and nothing, their laughter echoing in the car. As they arrived, Ivaan led Lasya to his balcony, where the city lights twinkled in the distance.

"Bangalore is beautiful at night," Lasya said, stepping closer to the railing. Ivaan moved beside her, their shoulders almost touching. He could feel the warmth of her body and the soft scent of her perfume.

"Indeed, it is," Ivaan replied, his gaze fixed on her profile. Lasya turned to face him, her eyes were reflecting the city lights. She reached up and gently cupped his cheek, her touch sending shivers down his spine.

"Ivaan, I... I think we have a connection," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Ivaan's heart raced as he leaned in, he gave her a soft and tentative kiss. Lasya responded immediately, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss. Ivaan's hands found her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed against each other.

They broke apart, breathless, and Ivaan led her inside. The apartment was dimly lit, the only sound the distant hum of the city. Lasya's eyes never left his as she slowly unravelled the sari, revealing her bare skin inch by inch. Ivaan watched, mesmerised, his desire growing with each movement.

Lasya stepped closer, her hands exploring his chest as she undid the buttons of his shirt. Ivaan's hands roamed over her curves, feeling the softness of her skin and the heat of her body. They moved to the bedroom, their kisses becoming more urgent, their touches more insistent.

Ivaan lay Lasya on the bed, his body covering hers as he explored every inch of her. Lasya arched against him, her breath coming in soft gasps as he trailed kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened.

Lasya's fingers tangled in his hair, urging him lower. Ivaan complied. His mouth found her nipple and his tongue was swirling around the sensitive peak. Lasya moaned, her back arching as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

Ivaan continued his exploration, his hands and mouth working in tandem to drive her to the brink of ecstasy. Lasya's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. When Ivaan finally slid inside her, she cried out, her nails digging into his back as he began to move.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through them. Ivaan's hands gripped her hips. Lasya wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper with each movement.

Their release came together, a shared moment of pure ecstasy that left them breathless. Ivaan collapsed beside Lasya, his arm wrapping around her as they lay in the afterglow.

"Wow" Lasya whispered, her head resting on his chest. "That was... incredible."

Ivaan smiled "You're incredible."

They lay in silence for a while, their bodies still entwined, their hearts slowly returning to a normal rhythm. Eventually, Lasya propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at Ivaan with a soft smile.

"I'm glad we met, Ivaan," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "I hope this isn't the last time."

Ivaan reached up, cupping her cheek. "It won't be. I promise."

As the night wore on, they explored each other's bodies once more, their connection deepening with each touch, each kiss. The unforgettable night had only just begun, and Ivaan knew that this was a memory he would cherish for a long time to come.