Indian Hot Story: Argument Over Loud Music Ended With Him Fucking Her Hard

Meera had no idea that the loud music next door would turn into the indian hot story of her life. It was past midnight in her Mumbai apartment building, and the bass from flat 302 was shaking her bedroom wall. She had knocked twice already, and now she was standing outside his door in her nightdress, ready for a real fight.

Vikram opened the door with a guitar in his hand. He was thirty-four, a session musician with messy hair and tired eyes, and he looked more amused than sorry. Meera said, do you have any idea what time it is, some people have work in the morning. Vikram said, I do, and some people make music at night, that is also work. Meera felt her anger rise, and she stepped inside before he could close the door.

Inside, the flat smelled of old wood and coffee. Guitars leaned against every wall, and a half-finished song was scribbled on a notepad. Meera pointed at the speaker and said, turn that off first, then we can talk like adults. Vikram turned the music down, but not off, and said, you came into my house to give orders, that takes courage. Meera said, I came because your courage in disturbing everyone is bigger.

The argument went on for twenty minutes, moving from noise to timings to basic manners. Meera said she had already complained to the building secretary twice, and Vikram said the secretary himself came to his jam sessions. Meera said, so you think talent excuses everything. Vikram said, no, but it explains why nobody else complains, they actually like the music. That stung, because Meera had to admit the music was good, it was only the hour that was wrong.

Meera was twenty-seven, a freelance writer who had moved to Mumbai six months ago. Her last relationship had ended badly, and she had sworn off men for a while. Vikram had been divorced for two years, and he filled his nights with music because silence scared him. Neither of them said any of this out loud, but the argument had already stripped away the polite neighbour act.

Vikram said, you know, you are much prettier when you are angry. Meera laughed despite herself and said, that is the worst compliment I have ever received. Vikram said, it is not a compliment, it is an observation, and musicians observe for a living. Meera stood up to leave, but Vikram caught her wrist gently and said, stay for one song, just one, and if you still want to fight after that, I will surrender.

He picked up his guitar and played something slow, something that sounded like rain on a tin roof. Meera sat back down without deciding to. The music filled the small flat, and her shoulders dropped for the first time that night. When the song ended, there was a silence that felt heavier than the argument. Vikram put the guitar down and sat next to her, close enough that their knees touched.

Meera said, you play well, I will give you that. Vikram said, and you argue well, I will give you that. Then neither of them spoke. Vikram leaned in slowly, giving her every chance to pull back, and kissed her. Meera did not pull back. She kissed him back harder, as if the whole argument had been a long form of foreplay, which in a way it had been.

Vikram's hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer on the sofa. Meera's nightdress rode up as she shifted, and Vikram's fingers found the bare skin of her thigh. She whispered, lock the door, someone might come. Vikram locked the door and came back to her, lifting her nightdress over her head in one smooth motion. Meera sat there in her underwear, breathing fast, feeling more alive than she had in months.

Vikram kissed her neck, moving down slowly to her breasts. He unhooked her bra and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder when she moaned. Meera arched her back and tangled her fingers in his hair. She said, yes, like that, do not stop. Vikram moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention, while his hand slid down to her panties.

Vikram whispered the lyrics of the song he had been playing into her ear, turning the words into a tease. Meera shivered and said, if you keep singing, I will forget why I came here. Vikram said, that was the plan all along. He kissed her collarbone slowly, making her wait, making her ask for more before he gave it.

Meera helped him out of his t-shirt, running her hands over his chest and shoulders. She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock, already fully hard and thick. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked slowly, watching his face. Vikram closed his eyes and groaned, saying, your hands are dangerous. Meera smiled and went down on him, taking his cock into her mouth.

Her tongue swirled around the tip, and Vikram's breathing turned ragged. After a few minutes he pulled her up and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and pulled off her panties. Meera was completely wet, her thighs shining. Vikram ran his fingers over her pussy, sliding them in and out slowly. Meera gripped the bedsheets and said, stop teasing me, put it inside.

Vikram positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy and pushed in with one deep thrust. Meera gasped, her nails digging into his back. Vikram started thrusting slowly, and with every thrust Meera's moans grew louder. The bed creaked in rhythm with their bodies, and the only music left in the flat was the sound of their breathing.

Meera wrapped her legs around his waist and met every thrust by lifting her hips. Vikram took her breasts into his mouth, sucking as he increased his pace. Meera's body was covered in sweat, her eyes closed. She said, Vikram, I am going to come, do not stop. Vikram said, I am right there too, let us come together. They came together, Meera's body shaking as her pussy gripped his cock hard, and Vikram released all his cum deep inside her.

They lay together for a while, listening to each other's heartbeats. Meera traced circles on his chest and said, so this is how neighbours solve noise complaints. Vikram laughed and said, this is the first time my music has solved anything. Meera said, from now on, play whenever you want, but only if I am invited. Vikram said, you are always invited, consider this flat yours too.

After resting, Meera rolled on top of him. She said, my turn now, you just lie there. Vikram smiled and put his hands behind his head. Meera took his cock in her hand again, stroking it back to hardness, and then slid it inside her pussy herself. She started moving her hips up and down, her breasts bouncing with every movement, while Vikram held them in his hands.

Her pace grew faster, her moans continuous. She pressed her hands on his chest, closed her eyes, and lost herself completely in the feeling. Vikram thrust up from below, and Meera cried out. This time the climax came slowly, like waves hitting the shore. Meera's body trembled, she gripped his shoulders hard, and Vikram gave his final thrusts as they came together a second time. Meera collapsed on his chest, both of them panting.

That night set a pattern neither of them wanted to break. Every few days, Meera would knock on Vikram's door with some small complaint, a dripping tap, a parcel delivered wrong, and every time the complaint ended the same way, in his bed. The building secretary once asked Meera if the noise problem was solved, and she said with a straight face that it was completely solved, better than she had hoped.

A week later, Vikram played a new song at a small gig, and Meera sat in the front row. The song was about a neighbour who came to fight and stayed to love. After the gig, Meera told him the song was beautiful, and Vikram said the best songs always start with a fight. Meera kissed him in front of everyone, and nobody in the crowd was surprised.

In the morning, Meera woke up in Vikram's bed, sunlight falling across the guitars on the wall. She made coffee in his kitchen while he slept, and when he woke up, she handed him a cup and said, last night was not a dream, was it. Vikram took the coffee and said, if it was a dream, I never want to wake up. Meera said, then keep the music down after midnight, or I will come and fight again. Vikram grinned and said, I am counting on it.