Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India-Chapter 84: Sis.. Helps Me Bath

As the morning sun spilled across Rohit’s face, he couldn’t help but squint. The alarm clock didn’t help either—someone had set it early.

He pushed the blanket aside and yawned."Ah... such a good sleep."

Then he frowned.

This wasn’t his room.

Memory rushed back—the heat of last night, the marathon sex with Ragini. Of course. This was her room. Her bed. And he sitting their naked.

A lazy smile curved his lips as he scratched his cheek."Right... last night was fire. But where the hell is she?"

He checked the time. Sharp 8:00 a.m.

Scanning the room, his eyes landed on the nearby table. A thermos sat there, along with a folded note. He walked over and picked it up.

[I have an urgent meeting early this morning. Will catch you at noon—be ready by 14:00. Arya might return from running by 8:30, so don’t stay up there too long.

Also, I made tea for you. Hope you get it before it gets cold.]~ Muah

Rohit smirked. That last word hit different.

Who would’ve thought the ice queen had such a warm heart? One night in, and she was already melting. Three days ago, she was just an distant mother figure in his life—and now, after he transmigrated, she’d turned into his secret lover. A true definition of a MILF.

Rohit had no doubts these nights wouldn’t stop at just one. Who knew—maybe the next one would be even better than the previous.

He picked up the thermos and poured himself some tea, his head still spinning with the hangover from last night. Lost in thoughts of her sweet face, he took a sniff and a sip—

—and immediately grimaced. "What the hell... green tea?"

He rolled his eyes, unable to stop himself from sighing at her mom’s fitness-freak habits. Part of him wanted to dump it out, but another part remembered she’d gone out of her way to make it for him.

Like a love-struck cat, he took another reluctant sip. "Hm... a little bitter. But alright."

...

After thirty minutes,

Rohit sat at his desk in only shorts and a loose shirt, checking his laptop.

The intermediate training was complete, but Lisa still needed another hour of hibernation to finish her second-tier evolution. Out of which only 15 minutes remained. With nothing to do for now, he picked up his phone to check his messages.

The first notification that caught his eye was from Akansha.

He tapped it open and saw her giving pics of herself in a bikini, showing a good view of her cleavage and ass cheeks as she lay in the pool early in the morning. As he scrolled, there was the text:

[Akansha: Hi, waiting for instructions.]

Rohit didn’t bother with small talk. He sent her a Zoom meeting link embedded with his virus and told her to connect. The rest could wait.

After that, he opened the Zoom on his phone. The new window popped up, and in front of him was Akansha in blue lingerie. She was lying on a poolside bed, facing her stomach. Her lips were sucking a juice, her ass twirling slyly as if asking for him to grab it. Her cleavage hung down with water droplets falling off her skin—a clear sign she had just swum. She waved her hand.

"Hello handsome, do you forget me?"

Rohit’s eyes narrowed as his gaze fell on her revealing curves. Wasting no time, he asked, "I got a job for you. I want you to give me a PDF with all details you know about both father and son. I am sending you a mail—you can attach it."

Akansha smirked. "Such a big thing to do. Shouldn’t I be compensated for my labour?"

Rohit smiled slyly. "Shouldn’t you consider our dynamics in the first place? Or do you have something else in mind..."

Akansha pouted as she pulled the string of her bra as if to fix it, forming a bulge of her massive breast by the strain. "Tch... I was waiting for some naughty talks, and all you guys mean is business." She looked up at the sky in feigned annoyance. "No one cares about this depressed beauty." She gave him a side eye and added, "Does your mom teach you nothing?"

Rohit raised his eyebrows. Then he added with a grin, "First prove yourself useful. Then we will consider talking..."

Akansha frowned. "Wait... I didn’t mean that I will not. I only..."

Rohit cut her off. The meeting ended. If he wanted, he couldn’t have asked to plant bugs on her husband and stepson, but he decided against it and waited for Lisa to handle it.

Then his phone rang.

It was Akhil’s mother.

Worry threaded through her voice as she asked about Akhil’s whereabouts. Rohit told her he’d received a message from him earlier, but he had no idea where he was now.

The only thing he could think of him being involved in was getting sucked dry by Karishma, their hot teacher, and surely that was beyond telling her at this point. That definitely wasn’t appropriate to mention.

Hearing the anxiety in her voice, he reassured her that Akhil would probably return by tomorrow. They had a school project going on, and he might have gone to meet some friends.

Even so, doubt lingered. With Harsha’s gang around, the chance of Akhil getting missing did sound suspicious. He could mostly be kidnapped by them and get roughed up at max and nothing more, as even if they wanted to, they couldn’t cross limits with Akhil’s father’s influence as a high court judge.

So it was best for that to escalate, which he could take leverage on. With Lisa upgraded to intermediate tier, tracking them wouldn’t be a hard nut to crack, and then he could pull out Akhil and play hero. The thought alone eased the tightness in his chest.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door.

Rohit opened it, only to pause in confusion.

Standing outside was Arya, dressed in her jogging suit, the zipper slightly open. Beads of sweat glistened on her skin from the morning run.

"God, this weather," she groaned, dropping onto his bed and immediately switching on the AC. "Already pollution and now this heat."

She opened her suit, and there it was—her gym crop top showing clear cleavage and a perfectly toned navel.

Rohit blinked, still standing by the door.

Arya noticed his stare and raised an eyebrow.

"What?" she said flatly. "Didn’t you say you needed help with your bath?"

Rohit smirked.

Last night he had indeed sent her the answers she needed—with Lisa’s help while the AI was active. And now she was here, honoring her part of the deal.

Out loud, he said casually, "You went jogging wearing that suit and now you’re complaining about the heat? That’s pretty classic, sis."

Arya straightened and frowned.

"Don’t change the topic. I caught you staring," she said, folding her arms. "Though I suppose I shouldn’t expect much from a pervert like you. Now tell me—do you want my help or not?"

She stood up and came near to check his hair. "Or have you already bathed?"

Rohit stepped back. "Don’t touch.. I’m not your property."

Arya narrowed her eyes. "Nor am I interested." She took her jacket and added, "Seems you don’t want my help. Too bad. Don’t cry to Mommy later."

But Rohit moved quickly and blocked the doorway.

"I never said I didn’t need help," he emphasised. "I just wanted a little distance."

She folded her arms again, staring at him silently.

"Okay, okay—my bad," he admitted, tugging his ear in mock apology. "I was joking. I swear."

With a cheeky grin he added, "To be honest, it’s very rare to see our little queen grant her presence to this humble abode. Surely she would let it slide for her lowly brother..."

Arya sniffed, clearly pleased despite herself.

"Enough with the nonsense," she said. "When you’re ready, I’ll help you remove the bandage."

Rohit smiled and showed his hand. "Here, help me get off this sling first."

Arya stepped forward and carefully helped him remove the sling. Once it was off, she reached for his shirt and helped him pull it over.

Once bare, her fingers moved toward the bandage on his shoulder.

Rohit quickly stopped her.

"Wait. Only the sling comes off," he said. "The bandage stays unless it gets wet. Trust me—you don’t want to see the stitches."

Arya shrugged.

"Fine. Then I’m done here."

She turned again to leave.

Rohit caught her wrist but left as early.

The sharp glare she shot him could have frozen water.

Unbothered, he said, "I believe our deal included helping me bathe, sis."

Arya rolled her eyes.

"Seriously..."

But after a moment, she sighed.

"Fine," she muttered. "I said I would. A Singhania never goes back on their word."

Rohit’s grin widened.

"Exactly."

He reached for the waistband of his shorts.

Arya’s eyes widened.

"W-wait! Why are you changing here?!"

Rohit blinked innocently.

"Where else would I change?" he asked. "How are you supposed to help me bathe otherwise?"

Arya chewed on her lip, clearly regretting her earlier confidence. What had sounded like a simple deal before now felt... different.

She took a deep breath and pointed firmly toward the bathroom.

"You go inside first," she ordered. "Wrap a towel, then call me. I’ll help with the shower. Simple and safe. Got it?"

Rohit gave a thumbs-up and went in. Inwardly, he was grinning. He became naked and took his special oil and used it on his shaft. ’Hope it works. Can’t wait to see her making faces. Hehe.’

He took quite a time to apply it semi-erect, and he heard the knock on his door with an impatient voice, "Hey, open up. I don’t have all day for time."

Rohit wrapped up his towel in a way so that his half erection could be hidden. But the jar was not placed right. He felt worried that keeping it open would cause alarming tensions, so he tried to put it behind the other soap holder. However, in rush, the soap fell.

He clicked his tongue as he found three soaps had fallen. He took out two, but seeing Arya impatient, he let it be left and opened the door.

Arya burst in on sight. "What made you take so much time?"

However, Rohit got momentarily stunned. She had changed to shorts and paired with that tight-fitting crop top and sweaty toned waist with round hips, made her look delicious.

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Still, he was able to quickly calm and compose himself and state his reason, "Ahem, I messed up a bit... with soaps and it took a little time."

Arya frowned and turned here and there. "Let me see. I’m not seeing any—" and unknowingly stepped on the same soap as she turned to face him and fell off.

"Ouch!"

Not willing to fall off, she tried to grab Rohit but rather held his towel and other hand.

"No—wait..."

Rohit tried to warn and catch his towel but with one hand and unable to resist the pull, he couldn’t hold off as she yanked him down together. But somehow able to twist midfall and save his bandaged hand.

"Shit."

Fortunately, his hand is safe as he fell on the polished floor butt naked. Wait—he is naked? And whose peach-shaped ass is in front of him? Did he fall between her legs and she over his stomach?

He is feeling a fluffy soft feeling on his chest and wait—someone’s lips on his little general’s crown.

Before he could process their actual positioning, he heard Arya’s voice, her voice little dazed.

"Yuck... what the hell is this..?"

Then he felt the grab.

"So big?.. huh.. Kyaaa!"

And Rohit saw the peach descending on his face as she tried to sit up.