Trigger Warning: If themes like cheating, manipulation, and BDSM make you uncomfortable, please feel free to skip this post.
Riya got the hint by the sound of the bedroom door. To prevent being caught, she closed her eyes and concentrated on taking deep breaths and pretending to be asleep. Manoj reached at home. He was wearing a very expensive cologne, not his own, but the woodsy sharp stuff that Dilip used. The scent of late nights and the wrong decisions. It was always the same after he saw Dilip.
They had quarrelled just last week.
“You're not twenty anymore, running around with him every weekend. We have a life here,” she said it in a rough and high-pitched voice. “This isn't you.”
“He is my best friend, Riya,” Manoj had heaved with that same weary face. “Dilip's going through his divorce, Riya. He's my friend since school. He needs a friend in this difficult time. Try to see that.”
Riya did not see a lost man. She saw a walking mid-life crisis, with flashy watches and girlfriends half his age. And she saw how Manoj looked at him with a kind of envy that made her stomach clench in resentment. The gloomy silence that hung awkwardly between them over the last eight months was no more than what Riya sensed was the core of it, and the person who instigated it was “Dilip.”
A couple of weeks later, one of their friends was having a get-together, so Riya and Manoj arrived at the party, while she dreaded the arrival of Dilip. Naturally, he was the last to come in and he brought also a woman named Isha. The atmosphere of the room altered. Isha was not only beautiful; she was highly attractive. Sophisticated, attractive, too gorgeous to be anything but threatening.
She had conversations with the rest of the group - friends of Dilip and Manoj and their respective spouses and girlfriends. While she walked in that backless mini dress, heads turned watching her, even Manoj couldn't help but glance. A familiar disappointment appeared on Riya's face watching this.
The odd thing was, Isha was nice. Where the men were gawking, she appeared to bypass and walked off towards the group of wives, smiling as though she had known them all a long time. She chatted with them about how she works as a fitness instructor, related a humorous incident, and everybody was laughing. With her, it was easy to like, too easy to mingle.
Later, Riya stood on the balcony just requiring one moment of silence.
“It gets a bit loud, doesn't it?”
Riya turned. Isha, with a wineglass in her hand said, “You seemed to want to get out of it.”
“Something like that,” Riya confessed.
Isha surprised her even to have noticed her. The two began a conversation and Riya found herself being less guarded. Isha was playful and fast-tracking and it appeared that she did not require a map to learn the dynamics of the group. For the first time all night, Riya felt seen.
As Isha gestured with her hand, her sleeve slid up. That's when Riya saw it. On the pale skin of Isha's wrist, under the dimness of the balcony, was a faint web of red lines. Her eyes went up to Isha's shoulder, where her dress strap had slipped, revealing a dark, reddish-looking bruise.
“My God,” Riya whispered. “What happened? Is he... is Dilip hurting you?”
Isha glanced down and laughed a little, which did not quite reach her eyes. “Oh, this? God, no. He wouldn't even hurt a fly.” She looked down the sleeve. “That is simply as a result of messing around. We are a bit intense.” She leaned forward and said, “We have experimented a bit. It is like a desi style of BDSM. It's all about trust, you know? And very addictive.” There was a certain glint in her eyes, as if she truly enjoyed what they were doing and that caught Riya’s attention.
BDSM.... The letters did not mean anything to Riya. She was all at once naive and out of her depth. The confident way Isha said it made her feel silly for even asking. “Oh,” she said. “Right.”
The party ended.
The silence in the car was not empty. It was with everything of what they were not saying. Manoj was also gazing ahead on the road. Riya pulled out her phone, hiding the screen from him. Riya's thumb hovered over her phone screen, and almost awkwardly, she typed: B.D.S.M.
For from the theme: In Dilip's car
In the front seat of Dilip's car, Isha leaned her head back and exhaled. Vikram glanced sideways, his fingers scrolling on his phone and stopping on a photo he had secretly taken at the party of a woman standing alone by the balcony door.
“She believed it?” he asked.
“She did,” Isha replied softly, brushing hair from her face. “And I think she'll look it up tonight.”
“Good girl,” Dilip said with a devilish grin forming over his lips.
Isha raised an eyebrow. “So, what now? You hired me for tonight or are we meeting again?”
Dilip didn't answer right away. He tilted the phone, studying Riya's photo, thumb brushing over the glass. “We'll see... There's a long way to go.”
Extended Plot:
A few months ago, Manoj had divulged to his long-time buddy Dilip during a drink that things were not the same in the bedroom anymore. It was not the fault of Riya, he said, she was beautiful yet loving but the fire had gone dull. Manoj attributed it to the age, routine, and the silence that has been between them in the past eight months. It was like he was tired, rather than anything more dramatic, that he had confessed that he missed the adrenaline he would get in his younger days.
Dilip listened openly; however, within he saw an opening. Rather than helping, he chose to take advantage of what Manoj told him. He contacted Isha, his girlfriend sometimes, and sometimes accomplice to invite her to the party. Not to flirt or seduce Manoj, it was to lure Riya and plant an element of curiosity and leave her mind itchy and needing.
It wasn't friendly concern; it was more than deception. Dilip just wanted Riya, or rather, he just wanted to find out how far he could go, to provoke, to push her beyond this tame image of a good wife that she carried herself so proudly. In his case, it was power, appetite, and the fun of breaking a boundary that was not intended to be crossed.
Thanks for reading!
Hi Readers,
Did you like the RP idea I shared? I know it's around BDSM theme, which is quite common, so I tried to add slight tension and illicit desire between Dilip and Riya to keep it from being only about sex. The idea was to build something deeper, where the slow burn and hidden motives make it more enjoyable!
Please do let me know if you'd like to see more posts like this. And if you enjoyed it, you can always try playing it out with your own RP partners too!
Looking for a mature, clever partner who knows how to slowly seduce, manipulate, and corrupt the woman over time. If you think you can play Dilip and bring in other characters around him to make the story richer, send me a message. I want someone who writes in an interesting and creative way that keeps things real and believable. Most of all, your writing should feel natural.