Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India-Chapter 90: Arya’s Jealousy and Chor Bazar(Theives Market)

Chapter 90: Arya’s Jealousy and Chor Bazar(Theives Market)

In Arya’s room,

Arya sat on her bed, wrapped in a bath gown, one leg raised slightly and exposed.

The soft sunlight streaming through the window glistened faintly against her damp skin, a few lingering droplets from her shower still clinging near her neck.

With a quiet hiss, she applied pain relief to her ankle.

It was slightly swollen, a reminder of what had happened just moments ago. Her mind kept replaying the chain of events, something far from her usual daily routine.

She had slipped in the bathroom because of the soap on the floor, which had led to a series of awkward incidents.

Yet she wasn’t truly worried or embarrassed.

She was furious.

The moment Rohit’s smug face appeared in her thoughts again, her cheeks reddened instantly. Her lips curled into a stubborn pout as she glared toward the empty room.

’Sucking each other off? Absolutely disgusting’.

Even if she saw him as nothing more than a living dildo, it didn’t change the fact that it was a real penis, attached to a bastard she pitied like a pet.

How outrageous for him to think Arya Singhania would kneel to his level.

But deep down, her anger softened as she remembered—if not for him cushioning her fall, she might have cracked her skull.

More than that, he had been so obedient, so considerate... he had only asked.

Maybe she had overreacted?

Or maybe the reason was something older, a scar she never let heal.

Her thoughts drifted back to her ex-boyfriend. There was a reason she hated men.

She’d lost her virginity in college. Not only front but also the rear.

However, as a hygiene freak, she’d always disliked oral sex. Because her first experience was so bizarre, she’d sworn it off.

Still, she loved her boyfriend because he was smart, confident, and caring. He was her first and she wanted him to be her last.

But things changed.

It happened during the party night before graduation when she got drunk and was taken advantage of.

The worst part?

When she woke, there was cum not only on all her holes but also on her face.

She tried to brush it off, blaming her boyfriend’s "shenanigans."

Then, as she continued her usual classes, she saw the video circulating among her peers—four of his friends destroying her while her boyfriend recorded. He fucked another girl, her rival, right beside her and finished on her mouth. That enraged her.

When she confronted him, he brushed it off and dumped her directly on face, calling it payback for acing all high and mighty. He laughed at her, citing that her mouth was no differnt from other roadside whores, and she should have given him at first place.

She could have reported him, but not without ruining her reputation. The bastard knew that, which is why he dared to cross the line, ensuring a never-ending hatred between them. And to add fuel to the fire, she literally kicked his balls.

That day, something broke inside her. She began to see all men as scum.

Ironically, in her loneliness, she turned to her only best friend, Sheetal. After coming to India, she corrupted her into a lesbian-porn addict.

What an irony: now she had no problem watching women licking or scissoring each other or fantasizing about it, but the thought of a real dick in her mouth made her stomach turn.

’Wasn’t she a hypocrite?’ she questioned herself with serious expression.

Besides... it was her to lose control first. Unlike her ex, Rohit hadn’t pushed.

He’d kept his distance. Such rare restraint. His fingers had been so gentle, his tongue... ugh.

Her pussy throbbed at the memory. She shook her head quickly, wrapping her arms around her legs. Her ears painted red as she brought her knees to her chin.

No... it was a mistake. Even if he was a bastard, he is my brother. We shouldn’t.

Her cheeks flushed pink when she realized how far they had gone.

But at least it was her win; he didn’t get to see her body, and he even tasted her ’nasty juices.’ His face had been so puppy-like.

A sweet, faint smile spread on her lips.

’Yes, he is adopted; I can at least tease him. I bet he must be fapping thinking of me... .’

The idea alone thrilled her with something new.

She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror, dropping her gown to reveal herself in her panties.

She took her breasts in her hands and checked their size; indeed, they were impressive, round and big. Though not quite like her mother’s, as long as she massaged herself every day, she might eventually exceed them.

She turned around, looking at her toned hips and slim waist, her backline as smooth as a porcelain vase.

"Stupid little brother... I will bestow upon you the right to admire this body. Since you dare to break the rules, you can now only stare... at Arya’s ravishing beauty... fufu"

She played with her hair, and then she received Sheetal’s message:

[Server crash. Need immediate patch. The lead engineer has resigned.]

She frowned, then remembered that Rohit had solved a lot of the qualification codes, and his suggestions for hypothetical situations were also good.

She quickly donned her bathrobe and went out of her room. Just as she reached the hall, she heard noise outdoors; it was Rohit, and he sounded excited.

Then she witnessed him downstairs hugging Chanu and the rest of the spectacle.

Creak... crack.

The phone’s screen-guard cracked in her hand.

***

Meanwhile, inside the BMW,

Rohit was sitting in the front row seat beside Chanu. He was looking outside as traffic crossed over.

Chanu asked as she shifted gears, "Young master, may I ask you something?"

Rohit replied, giving her a brief glance, "Sure."

"How is your memory faring these days? Do you still find it troublesome like before?"

Rohit instantly frowned, but he quickly masked himself. "It’s hard to explain. Everything feels new, yet somehow familiar. I guess I am recovering..."

Chanu nodded, pursing her lips as if thinking she was too outspoken. There was a silence of awkwardness afterward as Rohit returned to watching outside. She asked, clearing her thoughts, "I was thinking... are you—"

Rohit’s phone buzzed as he got a notification. "Wait a sec..."

A buzz interrupted her. Rohit’s phone lit up with a notification from Akansha; a PDF had arrived in his mail. Immediately, Lisa’s custom interface overrode the screen.

[PDF received, sender: Akansha. Do you want me to phrase key points, sir?

PS: A romantic song would be better at the moment, want me to play?]

Rohit pinched the bridge of his nose and typed, "Shut up.. don’t spy."

[...Ok sir, for now.]

As he looked back at Chanu, he asked, "So, what were you saying?"

Chanu shook her head quickly. "Oh, it’s nothing. The streets... yes, I was just wondering what you think of them."

She immediately clicked her tongue as she asked another awkward question.

Initially, she wanted to know if he would like to train with her, as they had talked earlier. But noticing his bandaged hand, she changed her mind.

These types of mistakes she rarely made, but she had no idea why she was dozing off more than usual.

Rohit gave a brief glance as Lisa’s new message came up: [Oops... the girl changed her mind.]

Rohit decided to ignore her, thinking to press more talkative restrictions later.

For now, he rubbed his chin. "Well, I find it quite fascinating. You see, we just crossed a crossroad; few seldom follow road signs, and at the last alley turn, there was a road block. Yet the traffic didn’t stop. All minding their business as if ant lines repairing themselves, non-stop no matter what befalls."

Chanu giggled as she heard his explanation. It was so accurate; despite the chaos, there was an unspoken order of understanding. Rather than complain or stop, people would mend their ways to continue.

Just then, she hit the brakes as a cow came in between.

It simply walked away slowly, without a care in the world.

The whole traffic stopped with blares from behind, but none dared to cross over—even by the side, until the holy cow crossed over as if it were a walk in the park.

Rohit felt amused as he added, "Seems there is an exception. Only one thing can stop this whole traffic."

Chanu put her foot on the accelerator, commenting with a laugh, "But... it happens only in India."

Rohit repeated with a smile, "Sure thing. Only in India."

***

Two hours passed since then.

Rohit and Chanu had been visiting shop after shop. At first, they bought the briefcase, then they ventured for electronic material. The shops were organized and offered many high-tech equipments, but seldom few met the needs of Rohit.

He moved with purpose, buying snake-wire cameras, pinhole lenses, button cams, and various CCTV units. Even though he was unfortunate with cameras, he was lucky to find one particular shop that gave a variety of audio bugs—be it motion sensors, magnetic mini-types, or Bluetooth-enabled spherical balls.

As he checked the brand name, it was "Astra Avionics."

It had a lower warranty and lower prices, but its mechanism was worth it for Rohit to buy for a short time. He didn’t stop there and bought other equipment like sensors, jammers, and walkie-talkies. The pricing crossed 200k rupees already.

At the end, the whole briefcase was filled up.

Chanu, who was pulling the full weight, couldn’t help but ask, "Young master, I think we have enough shopping for today. I am afraid we can’t store any more of it."

Rohit, unsatisfied, clicked his tongue. "No, not yet. The specific parts I’m looking for aren’t here."

Chanu’s jaw dropped. Even after buying a mini-store’s worth of stock, her young master wasn’t satisfied. She asked, "Sir, in this case, how about you tell me your need? Maybe I can help."

Rohit gave her a smug smile. "I’m working on some custom cameras for a school project. Since I can’t find the exact components, I’m trying to harvest spare parts from these."

Chanu’s lips turned into an "O" as she came to a realization, and then she had an idea. "Since it’s only about spare parts, then I know a good location. How about we go to Chor Bazar? There are many varieties that may help you, young master."

Rohit liked the idea. He already had plans to go there, but due to its slum nature and disorganized way of doing business, he had it as a last-priority visit.

After that, they went to the starting alley road of Chor Bazar.

Leaving the rest of the equipment, they left the car. The moment they stepped out, the chaos of the market swallowed them.

Vendors shouted over each other:

"Mobile repair! Screen change!"

"Old camera! British time camera!"

"Imported jacket! Five hundred only!"

Chor Bazar was no less than a fish market.

Near the road, stalls lay open either on tables or on mats on the floor with dozens of electronics or antiques for sale. Despite the variety, none were new; they looked used.

The source was, of course, unknown, hence the name "Thieves Market."

He approached one stall which felt very promising, and he was not disappointed. Pen cameras, charger cameras, spec cameras, even audio bugs like capsule droids or key-ring audio mics were there.

His attention went straight to one particular nano-drone.

He had ordered a similar version online; however, its unique dragonfly shape was fascinating. It could stay afloat for 10 minutes and needed only 30 minutes to charge, providing standard-level live video via Bluetooth connection.

It came with a proper package as if brand new. He checked the label. It was, again, that Astra Avionics. Same logo.

"How much?"

The vendor didn’t even look up. "8,000 rupees, sir. Thirty percent discount. Direct from the warehouse."

Rohit didn’t bother haggling and asked, "I want all 5 pieces."

The vendor paused and looked at him in shock. Rohit added, "And 500 more if you can give me the details of this shop."

The vendor stammered, "S-Sir, we are handlers and have limited information. If you come next time and buy more items, I may provide you more information..."

Rohit nodded and still gave the 500 rupees.

It was a pity it was not available on the internet, or else he wouldn’t have to spend the money.

Undeterred, he continued his "hunting spree" through the stalls, while Chanu followed behind, rolling her eyes in exhaustion.