The Sunday morning sun filtered through the curtains of Abir's room, casting a soft, golden light across the bed where he lay, propped up with pillows, scrolling through a movie on his mobile. The house was quiet, the usual bustle absent since his parents had left early that morning for a relative's home. Abir, dressed in a casual t-shirt and shorts, had the place to himself, a rare luxury that allowed him to relax without interruption. The faint sound of birds chirping outside blended with the movie's soundtrack, creating a peaceful backdrop. He chuckled at a funny scene, his mind momentarily free from the whirlwind of his recent encounters, though the memories of Joita's moans and Riya's pleas lingered like a sweet aftertaste.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, its sharp chime cutting through the tranquility. Abir paused the movie, frowning slightly as he set his mobile aside. "Who could that be?" he muttered to himself, swinging his legs off the bed and heading downstairs. The stairs creaked under his steps, the house's familiar sounds amplifying in the silence. He reached the door, unlocking it with a click, and swung it open. His eyes widened in shock as he saw Joita, Meera, and Monika standing on the doorstep, their faces lit with mischievous smiles. Joita, in a casual red top and jeans that hugged her curvaceous figure, was the first to speak. "Surprise!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbly with excitement, her long black hair tied in a ponytail that swayed as she leaned forward for a quick hug.
Abir stood there, speechless for a moment, his mind racing to process the sight of his top three women—Joita, his first and most cherished, Meera, the passionate professor who ignited his wild side, and Monika, the commanding force who challenged him—together at his door. "What… how are you all here?" he stammered, stepping aside to let them in, his heart pounding with a mix of surprise and intrigue.
Joita laughed as they entered, kicking off her shoes in the entryway. "I called them, silly. We needed to talk, and what better place than your empty house?" she said, winking at him. Meera, elegant in a simple blue salwar kameez that accentuated her graceful curves, smiled warmly, while Monika, in a fitted white shirt and black shorts that showcased her athletic build, gave a knowing nod.
They made their way upstairs to Abir's room, the stairs creaking under the group's steps. Joita plopped down on the bed first, bouncing slightly on the mattress, while Meera and Monika sat more gracefully, their eyes scanning the space. The room was neat—books stacked on a desk, a poster of a famous movie on the wall, and the faint scent of fresh linen from the bed. Meera glanced around, her fingers tracing the edge of the blanket. "Abir does have a lovely home," she commented, her voice soft and appreciative. "It's cozy, isn't it, Monika?"
Monika nodded, crossing her legs as she leaned back against the headboard. "Yes, and for a boy, he's very neat," she added, her tone teasing as she looked at Abir with a smirk. "I expected a mess, but this is impressive."
Joita chuckled, patting the spot next to her. "He learned that from Aunty—I mean, his mother," she said, her evil smile flashing. "She's a stickler for cleanliness. Right, Abir?"
Abir, still recovering from the shock, rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, Mom would flip if she saw even a sock out of place," he replied, a grin breaking through. He headed to the kitchen to fetch snacks, returning with a tray of sweets—gulab jamun and rasgulla—and some savory chips, the sweet aroma filling the room. Joita jumped up to help distribute, handing a plate to Meera with a smile. "Try the gulab jamun, ma'am—it's Abir's favorite," she said, her tone playful.
Meera took a bite, her eyes closing in delight. "Delicious! Abir, you have good taste," she complimented, her gaze lingering on him a bit longer than necessary, a subtle flirtation in her tone. Monika popped a rasgulla into her mouth, nodding in agreement. "Not bad at all. But seriously, Abir, how do you keep this place so tidy with everything going on?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
Abir shrugged, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Habit, I guess. Mom drilled it into me," he said, popping a chip. The conversation flowed easily from there, the group munching on the snacks as they chatted about college life, the latest gossip, and light-hearted stories. Joita shared a funny anecdote about a professor's mishap in class, making everyone laugh, while Meera recounted a hilarious student blunder, her laughter rich and warm. Monika teased Abir about his "busy schedule," her evil smile flashing, prompting Joita to retort with a wink, "He's got stamina for days, doesn't he?" The room filled with giggles, the initial surprise giving way to a comfortable camaraderie.
After the snacks, Joita stood up, stretching with a dramatic yawn. "Enough sitting around. Want to explore the house?" she suggested, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Meera nodded enthusiastically. "I'd love to see more. Lead the way, Joita."
Monika agreed, rising with her athletic grace. "Sounds fun. I'm in."
Abir hesitated, glancing at Meera. "Joita! She's our ma'am. You can't just call her by her name," he protested, his voice a mix of surprise and protectiveness.
Meera laughed softly, waving him off. "It's fine, Abir. I told her to call me by my name. She's my senior after all," she explained, her tone casual.
Abir frowned, confusion etching his features. "Wait, what? How?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.
Joita grinned, linking arms with Meera and Monika. "Let's go, guys. You can ignore him for now," she said, leading them out of the room. The tour began with the upstairs hallway, Joita pointing out Abir's childhood photos on the wall, prompting laughter from Meera at a particularly embarrassing baby picture. "Look at that chubby little face!" Meera teased, her eyes twinkling. Monika nodded, adding, "He's come a long way. From cute kid to… well, you know." They moved to the guest room, the kitchen—where Monika admired the neat cabinets—and the backyard, the group chatting animatedly about decor, family traditions, and even sharing recipes. Meera complimented the garden, "It's so peaceful here. No wonder Abir's so grounded." Joita replied, "It's all Aunty's doing. She's the heart of this place."
They returned to the bedroom after the tour, the group settling back on the bed with a sense of closeness. Joita, ever the instigator, suggested they cook lunch together. "Let's make something delicious. Abir's kitchen is stocked—how about pasta and salad?" she proposed. The women agreed, and they headed to the kitchen, the space filling with laughter as they worked. Joita chopped vegetables with Meera, sharing tips on spices, while Monika handled the pasta, her athletic arms stirring the pot. Abir helped with the salad, the room alive with chatter—Joita teasing Monika about her cooking skills, "You're strong, but can you handle a knife?" Monika retorting, "Better than you handle Abir's… challenges," prompting giggles from Meera. They shared stories, Meera recounting a funny college prank, Joita adding her own twist, the aroma of garlic and herbs filling the air.
Lunch was a feast—steaming pasta with fresh sauce and a crisp salad—eaten at the dining table with more laughter and conversation. Joita complimented Meera's sauce, "This is amazing! You've got talent in the kitchen too." Meera smiled, "Thanks, but it's the company that makes it special." Monika nodded, turning to Abir, "Your home feels like a haven, Abir. No wonder Joita speaks so highly of it." They chatted about future plans, college life, and light-hearted dreams, the meal a bonding moment that strengthened their unusual alliance.
After lunch, as they cleared the table amid lingering laughter, Joita's expression turned serious. "We're here to discuss some important things, Abir," she said, her voice shifting from playful to purposeful.