Rohit dropped his blazer on sofa and took sheela’s hand to the dance floor.

The reason Sheela agreed had nothing to do with affection.

Deep down, she still saw him as that same pathetic bug from school... someone she could crush under her heel whenever she wanted.

That arrogance had lowered her guard. She found it amusing, even entertaining, to let him think he stood a chance.

That was why, unlike Arya, she allowed Rohit to take the lead and guide her toward the dance floor. In truth, she had always liked men who could take charge confidently.

And surprisingly...

Rohit was doing exactly that tonight.

As they walked through the flashing lights, Rohit glanced sideways at her with a faint smirk.

"Don’t you think your boyfriend’s being a little too relaxed?" he asked casually. "Letting you walk off with another man like this."

Sheela rolled her eyes, a condescending smile tugging at her lips.

"Or maybe he’s just confident enough not to care," she replied smoothly. "No matter what you try, you won’t make him jealous."

Rohit simply smiled without answering.

Instead, he led her toward the perfect spot on the dance floor — only a few meters away from Arya and Vijay, yet directly within Tanuj’s line of sight.

The moment they reached the open corner, Rohit suddenly released her hand and stepped back.

Then he moved.

Smoothly.

Effortlessly.

His body slid into a sharp reverse moonwalk, his feet gliding with such clean precision that it created the illusion of him floating forward while actually drifting backward. The movement flowed seamlessly into a slow circle around her, his eyes never leaving hers for even a second.

The sudden display instantly drew attention.

Nearby dancers slowed.

Heads turned.

A small open space naturally formed around them as people stopped to watch.

Even the DJ noticed.

The very next moment, the beat dropped heavier, bass vibrating through the rooftop as the music shifted into a slower, dirtier rhythm perfect for close dancing.

For the first time that night, Sheela looked genuinely caught off guard.

Her eyes widened slightly before a visible spark of excitement flashed across them.

Still, she quickly forced herself to regain composure.

"So..." she said, syncing her movements with the rhythm while lightly tapping one heel against the floor, "you actually know how to dance."

Rohit stepped closer.

Close enough for his voice to brush softly against her ear. "I think it’s working. Are you ready to make your boyfriend jealous?"

Almost instinctively, Sheela glanced toward the VIP booth.

Tanuj had completely stopped mid-drink.

His posture had straightened.

And the relaxed smirk on his face had disappeared entirely.

Sheela let out a soft laugh. "Oh please... I’m already dying. If you can actually do that, go ahead."

Rohit winked. "Then follow my beat. No regrets."

In one smooth motion, he raised Sheela’s hand and spun her.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Each spin grew faster than the last.

Her red cut-out halter dress flared beautifully around her body, the dangerously high slit flashing her long smooth legs while the deep neckline strained to keep her full breasts contained.

The side cut-outs exposed teasing glimpses of her waist every time she turned beneath the flashing neon lights.

On the final spin, Rohit suddenly yanked her back toward him.

A soft gasp escaped Sheela’s lips as her back slammed flush against his chest.

Before she could steady herself, Rohit’s arm slid tightly around her waist, locking her body firmly against his.

Sheela laughed breathlessly, one hand instinctively gripping his forearm.

"Alright... my Romeo," she teased, slightly dizzy from the spins.

Rohit didn’t give her room to recover.

He immediately started moving, pulling her hips back firmly so she could feel his hardness pressing against her plump ass.

The burning heat of his bulge made her breath hitch as they moved together to the heavy, filthy rhythm of the music.

At first, Sheela resisted instinctively, but it lasted only for a few seconds.

His movements were so smooth she began to enjoy it.

Soon, her body naturally began syncing with his pace.

Her hips rolled back against him again and again, the friction between their bodies growing more intimate with every movement.

Sheela tilted her head slightly against his shoulder, her eyes searching for his expression.

"You’ve definitely done this before, right?," she murmured, half teasing and half suspicious.

Rohit only smirked.

His bandaged hand stayed wrapped firmly around her waist while his other hand slowly slid down over the exposed skin of her thigh through the daring slit of her dress.

His touch was slow and teasing.

His fingers traced slowly along her smooth thigh, teasingly drifting higher. He lifted the edge of her dress, moving dangerously close to the sensitive inner part of her thigh as they kept grinding together under the flashing lights.

A soft breath escaped Sheela’s lips.

"Rohit..." she whispered quietly, her voice carrying both warning and excitement.

He leaned down slightly, lips brushing close to her ear.

"Relax," he murmured smoothly. "Just follow my lead."

A faint shiver ran through her body.

Instead of pulling away, Sheela leaned back heavier against his chest, letting her body melt into him. She raised both arms and wrapped them loosely around his neck, pressing her plump ass even tighter against the hard bulge in his pants.

Now they moved almost as one.

Every slow roll of her hips matched perfectly with the rhythm Rohit controlled from behind.

The crowd around them had started watching openly.

Some were cheering.

Others were recording on their phones.

Even nearby couples had slowed down just to look at them.

And that only made the atmosphere hotter.

Rohit’s movements never became rushed. Nor like he was worried one bit, with what was going around.

Every touch felt deliberate. Controlled.

Like he knew exactly how much pressure, how much closeness, and how much restraint would drive a woman crazy without crossing the line completely.

Rohit’s hand slowly slid upward along her waist, fingers grazing the bare skin revealed through the cut-outs of her dress before briefly brushing against the outer curve of her breast through the thin fabric.

The touch lingered for just a second longer than necessary.

Then his hand returned to her waist again, pulling her tighter against him with the next heavy beat.

From nearby, Arya kept stealing glances toward them.

Her jaw visibly tightened whenever Rohit’s hands roamed across Sheela’s exposed skin.

Beside her, Vijay kept trying to pull her attention back — stepping closer, matching her movements, attempting conversation between beats, but Arya’s focus continued drifting elsewhere.

And the more it happened, the more uncomfortable Vijay became

Meanwhile, Tanuj was sitting at the booth, aggressively gulping drink after drink. His eyes were glued to Sheela and Rohit, his grip tightening around the glass with every passing second.

Rohit noticed all of it.

And that only deepened the smirk on his face.

Suddenly, he spun Sheela around again.

This time he pulled her directly against him from the front.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as their bodies collided chest-to-chest. "You are making this hard for me."

Rohit leaned closer in her ear."The main show is just getting started."

He slipped one his thighs between her legs while both his hands settled firmly on the curve of her back, guiding her movements slowly against him. he moved his body like a snake all matching beat

Suddenly, he spun Sheela around again.

This time, Rohit turned her around and pulled her directly against him, chest to chest. A soft gasp escaped her lips as their bodies collided.

"You’re making this hard for me," she whispered.

Rohit leaned in close to her ear, his voice low and teasing. "The main show is just getting started."

He slipped one thigh between her legs while both hands settled firmly on the curve of her lower back, guiding her movements. Her soft breasts pressed and rubbed against his chest with every sway.

Sheela raised her hands above her head and started thumming to the beat, moving them fluidly in the air as she danced. The silky fabric of her maxi dress felt smooth under his palms as he continued controlling her hips.

Rohit let one hand drift lower and rest possessively just above the curve of her ass. His fingers pressed firmly into her flesh. With his bandaged hand, he snapped his fingers to the rhythm, making their dancing look passionate rather than too obscene for the public eye.

Sheela’s eye widen briefly, when she felt his hardness press against her lower stomach. Instead of pulling away, she bit her lip and rolled her hips more deliberately, teasing him right back..

She was clearly enjoying the attention and the way Rohit was leading her.

The dance floor around them seemed to disappear.

Their faces were now inches apart. Hot breath mingled between them. Rohit’s hand moved lower, boldly cupping both of her ass as he guided her into a slow, grinding motion that perfectly matched the filthy beat of the song.

Sheela let out a soft, excited laugh, clearly lost in the heat of the moment, completely unaware of how intensely her boyfriend was watching them from the booth.

Her breathing grew heavier. She was loving every second of it — the attention, the dominance, the raw heat between them.

She brought her hands up behind her neck, arching her back and pushing her breasts forward. Locking eyes with Rohit, she hooked one leg around his waist and rolled her hips in slow, filthy circles, grinding her soaked core against his hard bulge with shameless hunger.

The dance grew filthier with each beat.

They moved together shamelessly, grinding and pressing against each other as if they were fucking right there on the dance floor.

Arya finally couldn’t take it anymore.

She stopped dancing altogether.

Her eyes remained fixed on Rohit and Sheela.

Vijay mistook Arya’s pause as an opportunity when he stepped into her line of sight.

Thinking her lingering gaze was directed at him, he slowly leaned closer, his face moving within inches of hers as he attempted to kiss her. But he got something else instead.

Slap!

The sharp sound cut through the music. Vijay’s head snapped to the side, his eyes wide with shock. He stood frozen, unable to process what just happened.

Arya looked disgusted. "Obnoxious jerk!" she spat, then turned on her heel and stormed back toward the booth.

Murmurs rippled through the VIP section almost instantly. Heads turned. Whispers spread like wildfire.

"What happened? Weren’t they dancing?"

"Might have touched her wrongly."

"Shh.. you are louder."

By now, Tanuj had drunk himself unconscious. He lay slumped on the table, one arm dangling limply among empty glasses.

Sheela, still breathing heavily from the dance, finally noticed the chaos. Her eyes flicked from Arya to the stunned Vijay, and finally to her boyfriend passed out on the table. A slow, amused smile spread across her lips.

Without hesitation, she grabbed Rohit’s hand tightly.

"Come with me, junior," she whispered hotly in his ear. "I suddenly need your help with something."

Without waiting for an answer, she pulled him away from the dance floor and disappeared with him into the crowd, leaving behind the chaos they had created.