Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India-Chapter 81: It’s Now Or Never

Rohit blinked at the message from Ragini, the last traces of sleep still fogging his mind. His body felt heavy, but worry pushed him to his feet. She’d had a rough day—he couldn’t just ignore her.

The corridor outside was washed in a faint, sickly green glow from the zero-watt bulb. The light flickered now and then, making the shadows crawl along the walls. His footsteps echoed softly against the floor as he made his way toward the far end—where Ragini’s room was.

When he pushed the door open, a strange wave of déjà vu hit him. The room looked almost the same as before—bathed in dim red light, curtains drawn, the faint scent of jasmine in the air. But this time, Ragini wasn’t sitting with her tear-streaked face or trembling hands.

She was lying on the bed, cocooned in her blanket, her face calm and unreadable in the crimson hue.

Rohit hesitated at the threshold before stepping closer.

"Ragini... you awake?" he whispered.

No response.

He reached out, nudging her hand gently. Her fingers were warm, but not alarmingly so. The silence stretched, and unease flickered in his chest.

He folded back the blanket slightly — she was in her usual night gown, her chest rising and falling slowly. Her pulse was steady.

He exhaled, half-relieved. Maybe she’d simply fallen asleep.

He adjusted the blanket and was about to leave when a soft, pleading voice stopped him.

"Rohit... please wait."

She hadn’t turned to face him, but her voice trembled with something unspoken. She had been awake all along, gathering the courage to speak.

He returned to the bed and sat at the left edge. "Yes, I’m here," he said quietly. "Do you need something?"

She replied, her voice weaker than usual.

"There’s a jar on the rack at the corner of my dressing table... could you get it for me?"

He walked over and found a small white jar with no label.

"The one without a label?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered softly. "Give me a pill."

He opened the jar, took out a small green pill, and helped her sit up slightly as she swallowed it.

Once she lay back down, he was about to step away when she spoke again.

"Do you... hate me?"

Rohit paused, then sat down beside her left, once more. "No. Why would I?"

"I hid the truth," she said quietly "You weren’t told about your real parents. There should be a grudge in your heart... that I kept you in the dark for so long."

Rohit chuckled softly and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her cheek. His tone turned playful, but sincere.

"No. You are thinking too much. No one is blaming you."

She didn’t respond. Concern flickered across his face. He placed his hand on her forehead again — her temperature was already lowering slightly. The medicine was working.

"You should rest," he said gently. "We’ll talk later."

But her fingers lightly caught his sleeve.

"Can you... stay beside me? Tonight I feel very lonely."

Rohit hesitated — not because he didn’t want to, but because her voice carried something fragile, something deeper than before. Weariness. Quiet desperation.

Slowly, he lifted the edge of the blanket and lay down beside her. His arm wrapped gently around her waist, in a careful and protective embrace. His breath brushed against her ear as he pulled her a little closer.

"Sweetheart," he murmured softly, "don’t worry. I’m here."

She caught his hand, still without turning to face him. Her voice was distant, thoughtful. "Do you really mean what you said earlier?"

He leaned closer, his lips near her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "Word for word. All of it. ."

A faint tremor went through her. "You know I’m married."

Rohit’s grip on her hand tightened, not in force but in reassurance. "That changes nothing. I happen to be the one who’s fallen for you. Whether you accept me or not is your choice. But I’ll keep longing for you."

He pressed a kiss to her cheek. She trembled again, but this time didn’t pull away.

Ragini had been carrying this weight for years. Tonight, she had decided she couldn’t hold it any longer.

"You know, Rohit..." Her voice cracked slightly. "My husband and I are only partners in name now. We don’t even share the same bed anymore."

She paused, swallowing the heaviness in her throat.

"It wasn’t always like this. There was a time when he touched me every day... every night. I mistook his lust for love." A bitter smile ghosted her lips. "But I was just one among many."

She drew in a shaky breath before continuing.

"His first wife... she was someone else. She died after giving birth to his first child. I accepted everything. I gave that child my love without ever complaining."

Her fingers tightened around the his hand.

"Soon, I became pregnant too. But after our second child was born, his interest in me faded." Her voice dropped lower. "Later, I found out why. Affairs. So many affairs. At first, they were hidden. Then... they weren’t."

She closed her eyes.

"My worth meant nothing."

Her voice turned bitter. "He told me I was worthless because I hadn’t given him a son. He discarded me like a roadside item whose value had dimmed. I was the mother of his child, and he gave me no shred of respect."

Tears welled in her eyes as she stared into the darkness. "What was I supposed to do then? I had to be strong. To secure the future of my children. To make myself important to the family. And then... he brought you here."

She took Rohit’s hand and placed it on her chest. "You were just four years old. He said he was adopting you, but he never told me why. I asked.. if you were the male child, he had been seeking from other women. He said nothing... His silence kept me uncertain.. Still, I did my duty. I never compromised. But every time I saw you, it stirred rage and disgust. And perhaps that’s why I was so cold."

Finally, she turned to face him. Her eyes searched his, shimmering with years of unanswered questions."But you were always there... always looking at me with those same innocent eyes, full of longing. You never questioned me, never hated me — not then, not now. Why, Rohit? Why do you still love me, after everything I’ve done to you..?"

"Shhhuushhh..." Rohit whispered, gently pressing a finger to her lips. "You’ve suffered enough, Mrs Singhania. None of it was your fault."

"You didn’t deserve it. Things can change... Let it go.. Leave the past behind. Together, we can build something new."

Then, trying to lighten the heaviness between them, he added with a teasing smile, "And don’t forget... I still have a reward pending. Once you’re well, I will be back for claiming it."

He leaned in and kissed her.

At first, she didn’t move as Rohit’s lips brushed hers, but then she cupped his cheeks and kissed him back. It was a soft, trembling kiss, more of a confession than desire. Their lips parted, and tongues danced with a quiet, searing passion. For a moment, time slowed; years of distance, guilt, and unspoken ache dissolved into that single breath they shared.

When he drew back, her eyes glistened in the red glow. Her voice came out as a whisper, almost breaking."Rohit... will you do me a favor?"

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Rohit held her arms gently and added in playful way, "Yes, tell me, my queen."

She leaned into his palm, closing her eyes. A faint, sorrowful smile touched her lips."Then... just for a while," she murmured, her tone almost pleading, "let me hold you like a mother should have. Just once... let me feel that I still have something left to give."

Silence stretched for a min..

The words struck him in a way he couldn’t name. He didn’t answer — only let her pull him close until his head rested near her shoulder. She slid the straps from her shoulder and let one breast slip free from her bra. The breast looked creamy and soft, the nipple erect as if demanding attention.

He gulped at the sight, saliva pooling in his mouth. Since the first moment he had touched her, he had wanted to taste it.

But one hand was still bandaged, which made the situation awkward and limiting.

Ragini seemed to sense his struggle. She leaned over him gently, as if comforting a sleeping child, guiding him without words. He closed his eyes, letting her curves press against his lips, and gave a soft, tentative suck.

To his surprise there was a faint trace of milk. Before he could ask, she replied,

"After the accident, the medication I am using is causing me to subtly lactate. It happens when I stress out a lot."

A slow understanding settled over him as he saw her shiver with closed eyes. It was a natural response to stress and stimulation, a subtle, intimate reaction he recognized from a few rare experiences. However, he couldn’t help but wonder what type of medication could cause it to start if not genetic. Nor was he complaining about the free treat.

He pressed closer with gentle insistence, wanting to ease her tension and bring her pleasure.

"Mmm~"

Ragini trembled as a faint moan escaped her lips.

Her fingers threaded through his hair, trembling, uncertain, yet full of warmth and yearning. After a long while, she felt it — the sensation of being wanted, being loved, being desired.

Rohit felt dizzy, stunned by how fast things had heated up. He lay beside Ragini, her nipple in his mouth. He could see her face, flushed but relieved, as he sucked.

He kept his hands still, trying to focus on her emotions, knowing this moment was meant to be tender for her. But then she shifted. Her first nipple, slick from his lips, slipped free with a soft pop.

Before he could catch his breath, she guided the other to his mouth, her touch gentle but deliberate.

Initially, he had no plans to involve himself in pleasure for now, but his mind couldn’t help itself when his ’little general’ was not so little anymore.

He could feel it stirring in his shorts, and the situation completely derailed when he felt her legs stirring against his pants as she tried to lean on him.

Her legs were devastatingly soft and warm, sending an electric jolt through his core. The gentle press of her soft curves against his cheek was not helping either.

His internal war ended in a blunt surrender. ’Fuck it,’’ he thought. ’It’s now or never.’

He adjusted the weight of his bandaged hand against the sheet, then drove his free left hand around her back, gripping her waist and hauling her tight.

"Aangh~" she purred, her voice dripping with desire. "Rohit... be gentle." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

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A/N//: I know the pacing has been deliberate and a little slower lately—it’s intentional. But it will not remain always. These next 7–10 episodes across two intense days are packed with sensual highs, emotional twists, and roller-coaster moments that lay the real foundation for everything ahead. If you’re still here, thank you—I promise the payoff is coming, and I think you’re starting to feel why this buildup matters. Hang tight. ❤️