ROOM 207 .. PART - 2

Room No. 207 – Part 2: The Night Unfolds

Note: This story is part of the SpicyRaaz confessions series and contains mature content. Reader discretion is advised.

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The dim glow from the bedside lamp cast golden shadows across the sheets. Her fingers still trembled slightly, the remnants of that electric moment lingering like perfume on skin. Naina sat up against the headboard, wrapped in a loose white robe, her heart racing with every sound from the hallway. Room No. 207 still held that heavy, humid energy — as if the walls themselves remembered what had just unfolded.

But just as she reached for the wine glass again, there was a soft knock on the door.

Knock. Knock.

Her breath caught. Could it be… him again?

She hesitated, then stepped softly to the door, her robe barely holding onto one shoulder. She opened it halfway — and froze. It wasn’t Arjun. It was the hotel manager — a well-dressed man in his late 30s, with intense eyes and a voice like smooth chocolate.

“Ma’am,” he said politely, “apologies for disturbing you, but we had a small power glitch in some rooms. Everything’s back now. Hope your evening was... pleasant.”

His eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity. Perhaps he had heard the soft moans or the sound of heels falling earlier.

Naina smiled coyly, “More than pleasant.”

Just as she was about to close the door, he added, “If you need anything... Room Service is available till late. And... I personally make sure VIP guests like you are taken care of.”

There it was — a bold hint, loaded with temptation. She let the door close slowly, her mind racing. Arjun had left her breathless, but somehow... she wasn’t done tonight. There was a fire inside her now. Dangerous. Insatiable.

The Second Visitor

She poured herself another glass of wine, sat back on the edge of the bed, and waited.

Ten minutes later, the knock returned.

This time, she opened it without hesitation. The manager stood there, a hint of nervous energy behind his confidence. She looked at him — really looked at him — and then slowly stepped aside, inviting him in without saying a word.

He closed the door behind him, exhaled slowly, and said, “I wasn’t sure you’d—”

She placed a finger on his lips, “Shhh. Just don’t talk.”

And with that, she pulled him into a deep, unexpected kiss — bold and wet, her fingers exploring his shirt, feeling the heat beneath.

Between Sips and Sighs

He was gentler than Arjun — more measured. His hands traced her collarbone, the curve of her waist, the inside of her thighs — almost worshiping her. He undid the knot of her robe slowly, like unwrapping a forbidden gift.

“You’re intoxicating,” he whispered against her neck, and she shivered.

Their bodies intertwined on the bed, her back arching as his mouth explored her — his breath hot, his touch knowing. Every kiss, every stroke, was a promise, a plea, a confession. And she gave in — again and again.

Hours passed like minutes. He finally left with a faint smile, saying only, “Room 207 will always remember you.”

The Morning After

At dawn, Naina stood by the window in nothing but a bedsheet, watching the sun rise over the sleepy city. Her body was sore, but her soul felt alive. There was lipstick on the mirror, a wrinkled robe on the floor, and a business card on the nightstand.

“If you ever want to escape reality again… call me.”

She smiled, sipped her coffee, and whispered, “Room No. 207... you were magic.”

But the real twist? Arjun had left behind a note too. Folded neatly under her pillow.

“I’ll be back in town next weekend. I hope Room 207 misses me too.”

To Be Continued...

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