Thriller Innocent Village girl stuck in USA

[madiha.agarwal]

 "No, I cannot cheat on my husband," she affirmed, shaking her head vehemently. Enveloped by the sinister darkness, Khan stepped into her personal space once more. "It's okay, dear; he won’t know a word," he assured her, pulling her into a tight embrace. She tried to struggle, but his muscular arms were steadfast around her, trapping her in his unwanted hug. 


His lips brushed against her skin as he started to trail damp kisses down her neck.. Fear consumed her, her mind buzzing with panic. His tongue travelled to her earlobes as he continued to mark his disgusting traces on her.

“Stop it!” Meghna shouted suddenly, jerking away from Khan’s suffocating embrace.


With an anxious heart pounding against her chest, Meghna darted through the hall.Just then she felt an unexpected tug at her waist. Khan, having caught the trail of her saree, had cruelly yanked it off. Meghna gasped as her saree uncoiled from her body like a python, circling her bare feet in a cascade of silk. In that humiliating moment, stars exploded behind her eyes and she stumbled on the floor.



Horror-stricken, Meghna instinctually hugged herself, her arms clamping around her middle to hide the obvious vulnerability of her blouse-clad torso. A low chuckle reverberated in the room, and she looked up, petrified, at the face of her tormentor. Nonchalantly, he hoisted her up and tossed her onto the bed, as if she was nothing more than a doll.

 Meghna was cornered by a predator The scene seemed to have jumped directly from one of those Nature documentaries in Nat Geo- the predator preparing for its kill. Khan was toying with his prey like a fox teasing a hare before the final blow. An uncanny silence hung over the room as if nature itself held its breath in anticipation of the impending horror. 

Abruptly, the predatory dance began. Khan launched onto the bed with an agility that could put a jungle cat to shame, swiftly getting his catch where he wanted her. A lot of men make a haste in these situations, caused by their overzealous instincts, ending up not just physically injuring the women but also leaving a tragic trail of bang and assault cases behind. But Khan... Khan was different. His approach bore a terrifying resemblance to those killer beasts stalking their prey on African plains. His approach was methodical, calculated.



Khan lifted Meghna's petticoat, exposing her vulnerability. He could see her panties were slightly wet. He pulled them so hard that they got torn and was briefly surprised. Meghna had a completely bald pussy unlike other desi women who either leave a muff or just trim there. Since she had waxed it only in the morning,they literally shone. Meghna immediately closed her eyes as he was seeing what should be a surprise gift to Steve.

He opened the pussy lips and then started assaulting Meghna;s sin hole with his mouth.He held both her legs tightly with her hands leaving her no chance to escape. He proceeded to french kiss her other lips and slowly inserted his tongue inside her. Like those lions on the plains, straight for the neck, lethal,he proceeded to attack her pussy instead of tearing her clothes like the villains in 80s Bollywood movies do.

 Meghna was lost in her predicament, her resistance weakening. At first, the struggle was intense, fiercely gripping the bed sheet beneath her to find a shred of control in her dire situation. She thrashed, she squirmed, but the grip of this predatory man was unrelenting, his audacious invasion persistent. He wouldn't back down until she had no energy left to fight. 

“His tongue isnt great.Steve has a bigger one. Come out of the trance Meghna . Kick it out” Her inner voice were shouting at her but her body was responding to the cunnilingus performed by Khan.

But then his tongue touched the roof of her vagina hitting right at the G Spot sending a wave of pleasure all over her body. Oh god,this guy knows exactly what to do and its breaking her resolve. Her legs had stopped thrashing which was useless nevertheless as his hands held it so firmly.

In those moments Meghna fought her battle, nature unfolded its age-old drama in an eerily magnificent tableau. This ghastly spectacle, as bleak as it was, reflected a grim narrative right out of a roiling savannah on a National Geographic episode, minus the calm comfort of Sir Richard Attenborough  narrating the ordeal.