Free Web NovelChapter 194: Getting Sheela under the noose(R-18)
Rohit rang the doorbell and waited.
A servant opened the door within seconds.
What greeted him was the living room in full social mode — Tanuj’s group spread across the sofas, wine glasses in hand, laughter filling the space while the household staff moved between them with dishes and snacks. The scene had comfortable excess of people entirely at home in someone else’s house.
Every head turned when Rohit stepped in.
A beat of silence. Then the laughter resumed, slightly louder than before , the specific kind that wants to be heard.
Tanuj raised his glass with easy magnanimity. "Cousin. Come sit with us. Have a drink."
Rohit took one sweep of the room.
Asim and Pankaj on the far sofa, open hostility wearing the thin mask of casual posture.
Sheela beside Tanuj, arms folded around his, smirking at Rohit with the satisfaction of someone who had already decided how this interaction would go.
She was wearing a matching two-piece co-ord sets with alcohol swirling in her glass.
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Vijay on other side — still bandaged, flinching slightly at the sight of him before recovering his composure.
Roshni sat beside Vijay, which was a surprise.
Tanya was there too, alone at the end, scrolling her phone with the complete detachment of someone who had decided the room didn’t exist.
Rohit resumed walking toward the stairs.
"Glad your friends still showed up," he said without stopping, "after getting their asses handed to them."
"This bastard—" Asim was on his feet immediately.
Pankaj caught his arm. "Not here."
Tanuj leaned back with a satisfied smile at the intervention. "Playing tough when your opponent is drunk isn’t impressive, cousin. Real men settle things when both sides are at their best."
Rohit stopped. Turned.
"Did they tell you what kind of men they are?" He looked at Asim directly. "Or just their version of it?"
Asim pulled free of Pankaj’s grip. "Don’t think you walk away clean from what you did. You took advantage of a drunk state and framed us for trying to help Tanya. That’s not strength." His fist closed. "If I were you I’d watch my back."
Rohit glanced at Tanya, who hadn’t looked up from her phone once during the entire exchange.
He walked over to Asim’s sofa, placed one foot on the cushion between Asim’s legs, and looked down at him.
Asim went very still.
"You’re a guest," Rohit said quietly. "Behave like one. Or I’ll have both you and your friend thrown out with nothing more than a snap of my fingers."
The room went silent.
Tanuj stood. "Rohit." His voice had an edge now. "They’re my guests. I invited them. Stay in your limits."
"Then manage them," Rohit said, turning to face him. "That’s your responsibility. Especially since this isn’t your house."
Tanuj opened his mouth.
Sheela’s hand closed around his arm before the words came out. Her voice was light and deliberate.
"Let him go, darling. A lone wolf with no pack makes a lot of noise." She tilted her head toward Rohit with a pleasant smile. "What manners can you expect from someone raised without them?"
Tanuj settled back with a nod, picking up his glass. "You’re right. Waste of time." A pointed pause. "Inviting him was a mistake on my part."
Rohit looked at Sheela for a moment — the proprietary arm around Tanuj, the smirk calibrated for maximum effect, the performance of a woman who had chosen her position in this room carefully.
He shook his head with a quiet chuckle and turned toward the ground floor storage room instead.
The voices followed him down the hallway.
"Adopted shit thinks he owns the place."
"Memory loss gave him wings. Should fix that."
"I miss the old days. Should’ve taken photos."
He unlocked the storage room and stepped inside, pulling out his phone.
The words didn’t touch him. Not because they were wrong about his position in this house — they weren’t entirely — but because people who talked that loudly about someone who had just left the room were people who needed the audience more than the target.
He opened his gallery and stared at it for a moment.
’Perhaps it’s time for round two.’
***
Sheela sat beside Tanuj with a victorious smirk, convinced her carefully chosen words had delivered the final blow.
Yet the satisfaction didn’t last long.
Rohit hadn’t even looked at her.
He had ignored her completely, as though she wasn’t worth acknowledging.
For someone who saw herself as Delhi’s rising queen—a finalist with the world seemingly at her feet—being dismissed by a brat like him was an insult she found difficult to swallow.
Since she couldn’t strike at him directly for now, she had already begun planning her revenge.
The upcoming Jaipur trip offered plenty of opportunities.
She could easily direct her friends’ frustration toward the cousins he had fought so desperately to protect at the bar.
In her eyes, Tanuj was easy to influence, Tanya was already a compromised case, and if circumstances aligned, even Aisha could be pressured into compliance.
Once it was done, she could send Rohit the photos herself—proof of their miserable state and a warning that rejecting her had consequences. And after that, the next attack wouldn’t be social.
It would be physical.
The thought alone brought a satisfied smile to her face.
Then her phone buzzed.
She glanced down casually.
The moment she opened the notification, every trace of color drained from her face.
It was a photograph from the night of the party.
Beneath it was a single message:
"Delhi Queen, if you don’t want to destroy your career and your fake little relationship, come to the store room alone. Don’t expect mercy if you mess this up again."
Her heart skipped a beat.
Impossible.
How did he know?
The photograph itself was bad enough, but the message terrified her far more.
It wasn’t just a threat.
It meant he knew things he shouldn’t.
Things she had never told Tanuj.
Things she had spent months carefully hiding.
And if he truly possessed that information, he had the ability to destroy everything she had worked for within minutes.
Her hands trembled as she remembered the group posts tagging her as a top contender.
She had been careless.
Even if she kept her own profile clean, others could still tag her. And now she was paying the price for that carelessness.
"What happened, babe?" Tanuj asked, noticing her sudden change in expression.
Sheela immediately forced a smile.
"I need to use the bathroom. Can you guide me?"
Tanuj shrugged.
"There are plenty of guest rooms on the ground floor. Just take any."
She nodded.
Without another word, she slipped away from the group.
Her heart pounded as she reached the store room — the same place Tanuj had once fucked her. The irony made her stomach twist.
The moment she opened the door, a strong hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her inside, pinning her back against the door with a soft thud.
Rohit pressed his body against hers, pinning her firmly against the door until only inches separated their faces.
A sudden, shameful wave of arousal flooded through Sheela’s body. She hated how much she liked the roughness.
Rohit smirked, his eyes dark with cruel amusement. "Shall we start?" he murmured, fondling one of her breasts over her top. "After all, you came here for this... didn’t you?"
Sheela shook her head frantically, even as heat pooled between her legs. "No... you’re wrong. Just delete the photos, Rohit. Please. We can’t do this here—"
Before she could finish, Rohit yanked her skirt up roughly and pulled out his thick, hard cock. He spun her around and pressed the heavy head against her ass, rubbing it between her cheeks. freeweɓnøvel.com
"Didn’t you want this, bitch?" he growled. "That’s why you were planning to ruin my cousins in Jaipur, right?"
"Rohit, wait— we can’t... not at least here," she pleaded desperately.
He ignored her plea. One hand mauled her heavy breasts over her top while the other kept her pinned. "Why hesitate now?" he mocked. "Didn’t you offer to dump your stupid boyfriend and get hooked with me, earlier?"
Sheela moaned helplessly as his fingers found her nipples through the fabric, pinching and tugging them until they stiffened. Her body was betraying her completely.
"Rohit... ahh... stop...nngh"
"Fucking bitch," he sneered, grinding his cock harder against her ass. "You’re soaked already. If you wanted to get fucked so badly, why are you pretending to fight it now?"
His voice dropped into a dangerous whisper. "Should I call Tanuj and let him watch how much of a slut you really are?"
Sheela’s weak protest melted into a choked gasp as Rohit pushed her head down. He unzipped his pants and shoved his thick cock into her mouth in one smooth, dominant motion.
"Don’t you dare graze me with your teeth," he warned. "Open that mouth wider."
She obeyed, as he began thrusting into her throat.
Glog.. Glog..
Wet, gagging sounds filled the store room.
Her mind screamed to resist, but the sheer, suffocating weight of his presence shattered her willpower. Her fingers moved down her stomach like an obedient slave, slipping past the silk of her panties into a heat she could no longer deny.
"Stop the fucking act," Rohit laughed darkly, fucking her face with deep, steady strokes. "You like it, don’t you? Look how wet your cunt is."
He yanked her top higher, fully exposing her heavy tits, then pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet pop. Saliva dripped down her chin as he slapped his throbbing shaft against her face.
Without warning, he shoved his cock between her soft breasts and squeezed them roughly around his length, titty-fucking her with hard, punishing strokes.
The head of his cock kept smacking against her lips and chin.
Her resistance was crumbling fast. Her fingers moved faster between her legs.
Rohit groaned in pleasure, fucking her tits harder. "Look at you... Miss India contestant on your knees, letting me fuck your tits like a bitch in heat. Do you still think youself special now, huh?"
Sheela’s mind was spinning. She had wanted to have sex with him, but not like this—not with this humiliating, rough handling.
Having been rejected earlier, she hated him with every fiber of her being, but now the dangerous, forbidden heat he ignited was a fire her body desperately wanted to feed.
She moaned around the head of his cock every time it hit her lips. Her pussy clenched desperately around her fingers as she kept touching herself.
Rohit suddenly grabbed her hair and forced himself back into her mouth, fucking her face with savage intensity. His heavy balls slapped against her chin as he used her throat without mercy.
The Miss India persona was entirely gone, replaced by a desperate, gasping animal. Tears stripped her makeup as her thumb worked frantically against her dripping folds, chasing the raw, dangerous climax his brutality was triggering in her chest.
With a deep growl, Rohit buried himself deep in her throat and came hard.
Thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth. He held her head in place, forcing her to swallow most of it before pulling out and painting the rest across her face — her cheeks, lips, and forehead.
Sheela coughed and gasped, cum dripping down her chin. Strings of saliva and semen connected her swollen lips to his cock.
"You’re an animal..." she rasped, standing up as her voice trembled with a mix of shame and lingering arousal. "I didn’t want it to be like this... so damn rough."
Rohit looked down at her with cold satisfaction. "Oh... now it’s bad when it’s turned on you?"
His eyes were ice-cold as he grabbed her cheeks, squeezing them hard."If you want to be loved then act like one, or there will be only the beast to greet you every single time we meet. Got it, bitch?"
He glanced at his watch. More than five minutes had already passed. "We’re out of time." He shoved her toward the old bench. "Fix yourself."
Sheela stumbled forward, barely catching herself.
"If you want me to stay silent about those photos," he said, tucking his cock back into his pants, "then drop both of my cousins from your plan. Do it properly, and next time I might give you what your body clearly craves."
A mocking laugh escaped him as he looked at her cum-covered face. "And if you don’t... you already know what happens."
Sheela’s body trembled.
Tears of humiliation burned in her eyes, but the worst part was the aching, throbbing need still pulsing between her legs. That fucking bastard had the audacity to laugh at her while leaving her this desperate and empty for his cock.
The fear, the degradation, and Rohit’s overwhelming dominance had shattered something deep inside her pride.
She hated him.
She hated herself even more for how shamelessly her body had responded to him.
She clenched her fists, her entire body trembling with shameful pleasure. She pressed her thighs together tightly, fighting hard to suppress the burning need inside her.
"Rohit Singhania..." she whispered venomously, eyes filled with rage and unwilling lust, "this isn’t over yet."
