Dev’s POV

I waited all night for that one damn call. Through the anonymous app’s voice feature, just like she said. Just her voice. No names. No faces.

But it never came, and when I finally gave in and called her… She didn’t even pick up.

Anger burned through me.

How could she do that?

I’d been pacing like a madman, checking my phone every few seconds like some desperate fool addicted to a voice I hadn’t even heard yet.

Sleep didn’t touch me. Not once. I spent the whole night haunted by thoughts of her, of what she’d sound like moaning my name, whispering things that would ruin my sanity.

And today?

My mind’s a fucking mess.

I’ve been snapping at everyone, slamming doors, barking orders, and losing it over the smallest things.

Because deep down, I’m still waiting for something that never came.

If she didn’t want to talk, she could’ve said no. Just one message. One word. I would’ve understood. Of course I would have.

That app was built for a reason.

To let people explore the filthiest corners of their mind without fear, no judgment, no identity, and no strings.

But no…

She chose to leave me hanging. Choose to let me spiral into this obsession. Chose to make me feel like some deranged fucker waiting all night for a woman who didn’t even have the decency to say no.

And that’s what’s driving me insane because despite everything. I still want to hear her voice.

But there is nothing that I can do. So I kept myself busy with work.

I had to go to Mumbai today, and by afternoon, I was already there.

I'm here to meet the composer for Sufiyan’s next album, but my mind hasn’t been on the music since last night.

Not since she didn’t call. Not since that anonymous silence stretched into something unbearable.

Two women are messing with my head right now, and both have driven me insane.

One I can’t have no matter how much I want her… And the other? I’m just talking to her to forget the first one.

I’m totally fucked up right now.

Somehow the meeting went fine; I nodded where I had to, smiled slightly whenever needed, and came straight back to my hotel after wrapping it up.

I stood by the glass window of my suite, looking out at the Mumbai skyline, neon lights flickering like the chaos inside my head.

My phone buzzed again. A new message. I looked at it instantly, but it wasn’t from her.

My head was so messed up, I called room service and ordered a bottle of scotch for myself. “Send me your best bottle of scotch.”

Because I knew with that bottle… something else would come too.

The hotel manager had been eyeing me since check-in. Subtle glances turned into bold stares. A deliberate brush of fingers when she handed me the room key. An invitation hidden behind her smile.

I hadn’t cared before.

But now?

Now everything inside me felt raw. Pissed off. Starved.

I needed to fuck it out.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. I walked to it and opened it.

She stood there, bottle of scotch in hand, a seductive smile on her lips, and those lips looked especially red tonight.

Was it for me?

Who cares?

The only red lips I want wrapped around my cock don’t even know the kind of dreams I’ve been having about her.

The manager stood at the door, waiting for me to reach for the bottle, but I didn’t say a word.

I simply stepped back and let her in.

There was a flicker of surprise in her eyes, which she quickly masked with a smile as she walked in.

No names. No sweet nothings. Just my hand gripping her wrist and with another hand pulling the bottle from her hands and then keeping it aside.

Just the sound of the door slamming shut. I kissed her like I needed to erase someone from my system.

Was it Prachi… or WhisperOfYes? I don’t even know.

Without breaking the kiss, I walked her towards the bed.

Her fingers clawed at my shirt, then desperately fumbled with my belt.

But I spun her around, her hands braced against the edge of the bed, her breath shaky.

“Lift your dress,” I ordered.

She immediately raised her formal skirt, and I dropped my pants and boxers in one motion, sliding her panties aside with my fingers, and in a single thrust, I was balls deep inside her.

I took her from behind raw and rough.

“Oh yes!” she moaned, throwing her head back in pleasure.

But I didn’t care.

I just kept going.

One hand gripped her waist to hold her in place; the other fisted in her hair.

“FUCK! AH!” she screamed, but I was so drowned in my own fucked-up thoughts that I just grunted. Trying to not think about Prachi or the stranger.

I kept going mercilessly.

It was fast.

It was rough.

It was barely about her, and when it was about to end, I pulled it out and walked towards the restroom while starting to stroke myself for release. I didn’t collapse beside her. I didn’t hold her.

I cleaned myself and then came out. She was already adjusting her dress and hair, but instead of going towards her, I walked over to the minibar, poured myself a drink, and stared at the city again.

“Thanks for the scotch,” I said, nothing more. She gave me a small smile as she walked toward me.

“Don’t you have work?” I asked and then answered myself. “But I do. A lot of it.”

Her expression dropped a little, but she still hid it behind that smile and walked out, saying, “Thanks. I really enjoyed it.”

This wasn’t new for me, and still, I didn’t respond.

She left.

I just stood there, sipping my drink, staring at the city rushing by outside my window.

But not even sex could wash her out of my head.

Prachi.

The girl with the mouth I dreamed of. The voice that destroyed me… with silence.

Even now… It’s still her and always will be.

I was lost in his storm of thoughts, angry, aroused, and restless. I hadn’t slept. Not a wink. The frustration from the night before still pulsed under my skin, coiled tight like a wire about to snap. My eyes were heavy, but my mind raced, and then my phone buzzed.

I grabbed it in the hope of that tempting stranger's message, heart thudding with a mix of rage and need. My screen lit up.

Notification of that app:

WhisperOfYes: I'm sorry...

I froze.

Just that, three words. But they slammed into me like a punch to the chest. The whirlwind inside me stilled, just for a second. My thumb hovered over the screen.

Another message appeared.

WhisperOfYes: I almost didn’t come tonight… because I didn't know how to face you after what I did last night.

My jaw clenched. My grip on the phone tightened.

And then a third message landed instantly.

WhisperOfYes: I couldn't call last night... I was shaking. Scared.

One after another the text keeps coming.

WhisperOfYes: I’m tired of being the good one.

My breath hitched.

WhisperOfYes: I want to know what it feels like to be watched and wanted. Just once.

My pulse jumped. She was typing again. Three dots blinked on the screen. I didn't type a single word; I just kept looking at what she wanted to say.

Her last message hung in the air like a whispered confession meant only for me.

WhisperOfYes: But I don't know where to get that courage.

The city below still moved fast, loud, and alive, but my entire world had narrowed down to the glowing screen in my palm.

To her.

To WhisperOfYes. The woman I had never touched, never kissed, never seen… And yet, she owned every part of me that even real women couldn't reach.

I took a breath.

For once, I didn’t type something cold or teasing. No filthy lines. Just… the truth.

NoSafeWords: You already have the courage.

I waited. My heart thumped. She was typing again.

WhisperOfYes: Are you mad at me?

NoSafeWords: No. Even though I wanted to, I still couldn't.

WhisperOfYes: You’ll think I’m crazy. But I’ve been reading about this place… It’s called Velvet Sins. Ever heard of it?

Velvet Sins.

That name jolted something in me.

Of course I’d heard of it. This app and that club are connected. It was the owner of that very club who created this app.

That place was infamous, a members-only club where people came in masks, leaving names, inhibitions, and shame at the door.

No cameras. No judgment.

Only whispered desires and velvet secrets.

I’d been there. More than once. In fact, I’ve been going there since before this app was even created.

But only when I needed to burn something out of my soul.

NoSafeWords: I’ve heard of it. Dangerous place… If you don’t know what you want.

The typing dots reappeared. She didn’t hesitate this time.

WhisperOfYes: That’s just it… I do know what I want, and it scares the hell out of me.

I leaned back, watching the city lights flicker like the tension in my blood.

NoSafeWords: Then say it. Say what you want. Just to me. No one else will ever know.

There was a pause. Then it came.

WhisperOfYes: I want to be watched. I want to be touched without being asked. I want my moans to echo off velvet walls. I want to be someone else for a night.

Fuck!

I swallowed hard, my hand tightening around the glass of scotch.

She continued…

WhisperOfYes: I want to wear a mask and not be ‘the good girl’ anymore. I want hands. Tongues. Eyes. But I don’t want to be judged for it.

God, she had no idea what her words were doing to me.

NoSafeWords: Then go. Find that version of you. Let her out.

She sent a single reply.

WhisperOfYes: I already booked it. For tomorrow night.

My heart stopped.

Tomorrow.

Velvet Sins.

Her.

WhisperOfYes: I’m scared. But I want to do it. Will you…Talk to me before I go? I just… need your words in my head if I chicken out.

My fingers hovered over the keys, my jaw tight.

She wanted to explore her wildest fantasies alone?

But she didn’t know that I would be right there too.

Watching.

Wanting.

Possibly touching… without either of us knowing who the other truly was.

NoSafeWords: I’ll be there.

I hit send. But I didn’t mean the call or text.

I meant Velvet Sins.

Because no fucking way was I letting someone else touch her before I knew what that moan sounded like with my name tangled in it.

Fuck! Should I just call it my damn luck that I’m already in Mumbai, right where Velvet Sins is!

My thumb lingered on the screen even after the message was sent.

I’ll be there.

Three words. So simple. So heavy.

I stared at them like they were a promise… a sin… a prophecy.

Because tomorrow, I would finally come face-to-face with the ghost who’s haunted my nights and slipped into my dirtiest dreams.

The girl with no face. No name.

But a voice I hadn’t even heard, and still, she had me on my knees.

Tonight, there was no need to chase sleep. It wouldn’t come anyway.

I poured myself another glass, sat by the window, and let the night stretch long and hungry. My thoughts are wild. My body is tense. Every passing hour wound me tighter.

The scotch didn’t burn the way it used to.

Nothing could burn hotter than the anticipation in my veins.

How would she look?

Would she wear something soft… innocent… like she always made herself sound?

Or would she surprise me? Dark lips. Heavy eyes. A temptress wrapped in silk?

Would she hesitate? Would she run?

Would she feel me before she saw me?

Fuck, this woman had never touched me, and yet I was more addicted to her than anyone else. The ones I fucked? They never stayed.

But she never even showed up… and I still couldn’t walk away.

I lay on the bed, fully clothed, staring at the ceiling until the city outside began to blur with the pink hue of dawn. And still, I didn’t close my eyes.

I didn’t want to miss a second of this build-up.

THE NEXT DAY Mumbai was louder than ever.

But inside me? It was quiet. The kind of quiet that only happens when something is coming.

Something big. Something that could either fuck me up or change me forever.

I went through the motions of the day like a man possessed.

Emails. Meetings. Calls. Rehearsals. I heard none of it.

Sufiyan is already gone on his honeymoon with Taalika, so there is more workload on me in his absence, but still I don't care.

My mind was already inside Velvet Sin's dark corridors, velvet walls, flickering lights, and breathless moans, and somewhere in all that… her.

By late afternoon, I stood in front of the mirror in my hotel room, straightening the cuff of my black shirt.

Tonight, I wouldn't be Dev Mehra, the successful manager, the man always in control.

No.

Tonight, I would just be… him.

The man behind the screen. The man who had listened to her darkest fantasies and whispered his own.

NoSafeWords.

I reached for the velvet mask. Deep navy, almost black. It covered just enough to blur me. But not enough to hide the hunger in my eyes.

I looked into my reflection, and for the first time in months, I saw something more than exhaustion and rage.

I saw need and beneath that… purpose.

How would I find her? That thought echoed in my head, loud and mocking.

She wouldn’t say her name. Wouldn’t wear a sign. I don't even know what she'll be wearing.

I know nothing.

It was a masquerade, after all. Shadows and secrets. Flesh and whispers.

But then my own voice answered me, smooth and certain.

"An innocent soul in a room full of sinners will always shine brighter."

She was nervous. She’d said so herself.

So she wouldn’t rush in. She’d linger at the edge. Watching. Trembling. Hesitating, and I would be watching too.

Waiting.

For that one breath.

That one look.

That would say it’s her, and when did I do that?

I wouldn’t let her run. Not this time, and I started my journey towards the velvet sins. A secret place only for some limited elites or members.

The second I stepped inside Velvet Sins, the air changed. It wasn’t just the temperature; it was the energy.

Dark. Electric. Pulsing with secrets.

Low, sensual music poured through the speakers like smoke, curling around bodies swaying on the dance floor, some drowning in desire in every dark corner of the club, some not even bothering to hide in any corner, just doing it right there where they were, and some even right on the dance floor.

The lighting was dim but deliberate; shadows moved like they had purpose. Red velvet draped the walls and ceiling, turning the place into a sinful cocoon, wrapping every fantasy in luxury.

Everywhere I looked, I saw temptation: masks of leather and lace, whispers passed between mouths too close, hands disappearing into shadows, bodies barely clothed… already lost to pleasure.

But I didn’t stop to drink it all in.

I was hunting.

I made my way toward the bar, settling into the corner where I had a full view of the club. My drink came fast and neat, with no ice, and I sipped slowly, eyes scanning the crowd.

Searching.

Waiting.

And then I saw her.

Maybe.

At first, it was only movement, a shift of red in a corner shrouded in shadow.

Then I leaned forward.

A woman in her early twenties stood there, pressed against the wall, a man looming over her. Tall. Built. Aggressive in his stance. One hand braced beside her head, caging her in. The other? Too close to her thigh.

And her?

She was trembling.

Definitely that's her. I don't need any confirmation.

Wrapped in a deep sinful red silk dress that clung to her curves like it had been sewn onto her skin. The fabric shimmered when she moved or maybe when she tried not to. A high slit kissed her upper thigh, exposing the smooth curve of her leg and promising more.

But what stole my breath… was the neckline. Low. Plunging. The valley of her breasts was barely concealed.

I know it's dark where she was standing, but I can see that much in dim light.

Her face was hidden behind a black lace mask… But her fear, that was loud and clear.

It bled through every inch of her body language. Nervous. Uncertain. Like she didn’t belong. Like she wanted to run.

I picked up my drink and moved toward her. Fast. Purposeful. Desperate.

The man standing beside her had his hand drifting dangerously close, fingers grazing the top of her thigh, ready to slide higher.

I stepped in, placing a firm hand on his shoulder before he could touch her any further.

“She’s with me,” I said, my voice low, rough with possession.

He turned, irritated. Glanced at me. But he didn’t argue. He didn’t dare.

He simply walked away, and I watched him go with cold finality.

But then I turned back to the temptation in front of me and said the words that had been burning my throat all night, “How are you, Whisper….”

But the moment I got closer, those words died in my throat.

Just one close look. One impossibly small detail… and my entire world stopped.

The deep neckline of her dress offered more than just a glimpse of skin…

And there it was.

A single mole.

Resting just between her full breasts.

That mole.

My mole.

The one I’d dreamed of kissing. The one I’d imagined tasting a hundred times in sleepless nights.

And now I was staring right at it, real, trembling.

It couldn’t be.

No.

It shouldn’t be.

“Prachi?” I whispered, stunned. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

I didn’t even realize the glass slipped from my hand until I heard it shatter on the floor.

She flinched, startled by the sound of glass or my voice, I don't know.

Maybe by the weight of her secret unraveling right in front of her.

She hadn’t meant to be seen by someone familiar. Not here. Certainly not by Dev.

I know she had recognized my voice.

She wanted to stay anonymous. Hidden behind that beautiful mask and her growing hunger for something forbidden.

But now… the one stranger she came looking for turned out to be someone far too familiar.

And I?

I was spiraling.

The girl I was trying to forget: Prachi. And the girl I was speaking to every night in my darkest fantasies: WhisperOfYes...

They both are the same person.

I never imagined my two obsessions would collide like this.

But now, there was no going back. Not after this.

Not when I knew everything.