[Dorabooji]

The collaboration with indra is going turn ugly for Mahesh. Waiting to see.

[zulfique]

The behaviour of Shilpa and Ashish should have shown Mahesh that they are in love. His once traditional house wife ready to strip in public for a man means he is bully.

[Gandhi krishna]

Sexyyyyyy

[Kamalesh Nathan]

Did Mahesh not understand from her acts in the parking that she is cheating him from behind. He must be a real fool then.

[Nesamanikumar]

Getting more interesting. Luckily Mahesh is not cuckold, otherwise it would have been an ordinary read.

[Devilmaycry]

CHAPTER 41 : RAZORS 




"I think I just saw Mahesh," Ashish is puzzled, angry, and frustratingly aroused.


"What?!!! "Shilpa's lungs leap out of her throat, "Where?!!!" Her belly is cramping in fear, and she turns toward Ashish, who is driving the car.

His eyebrows are closely knitted, doubt mounting the cringes of his brooding forehead.

Ashish intuitively throws a glance at her blanched face, alerted by the raw panic in her voice.

He sizes up her profile quickly before turning his attention to the road, "In the parking lot."

"You are imagining things, Ashish." Her voice is edgy; she can feel the dread rolling in her gut.

*Oh god, is this the end?!! Is this how I am going to lose him?*

Her thoughts surprised her. In this moment of terror, she realized how painful it would be for her to lose Ashish. The bond they have, the emotions they share, everything would be lost. A new kind of panic surged through her body.

Ashish peeks at her face before responding, "I am imagining things? Girl, you should look at your face. You look like you are in your own funeral." Concern and morbid humor kissed awkwardly while he spoke. 

Shilpa suppresses the icy shiver slithering down her spine and promptly answers," I meant if Mahesh sees us then, it will anger my husband(Rahul). If...*laughs* but....of course, Mahesh wasn't hidin... ." 
Anxiety, guilt, and indecisiveness engage in a reckless ménage as her voice wavers.

Ashish cuts her off, "Your Husband(Rahul) is a degenerate pimp, Shilpa. He is no cuckold husband. I am pretty sure he is more interested in selling you to me. " He showed zero respect for her husband(Rahul).

*Anything that could be bought with money is cheap, and you are priceless to me* he mourns for her inside.

 Shilpa can feel the brazen contempt in his voice. It pleases her as she shares the same hatred for Rahul, but this is no time to celebrate that with glee.

Her voice shattered into a peal of empty, high-spirited laughter, "It's about the man cockblocking you back there, isn't it? You are in pain, or rather your 'thingy' is in pain."
It was a hollow laugh but melodious and beautiful nonetheless, and that made Ashish's depraved arousal twitch in his pant, frustrating him further.

"And you aren't in distress? Woman, I can smell your pussy. It is ovulating for me again." His counter jab was unfiltered and raw.(mentioned in CHAPTER 32,PART2)

Shilpa crimsons her face in deep shame, and words stuck in her throat. He has always been arrogant toward her from the moment she met him. It is part of the charm that pulls her towards him.

But the 'ovulation' part was a bit too much, and Ashish knows it. It is something very intimate and almost sacred. He reaches for her hand, which is resting on her lap, and she lets him take it.

 He gives her soft paw a gentle squeeze. His ego is too high to muster an apology. Shilpa understands it. She wants to be with the mature bad boy, not to fix him like a naive teen girl; otherwise, he would lose the magnetic pull he has over her. But this little gesture is nice, and she loves his massive mitts. It can do multiple things for her.

The texture of Mehendi feels different inside his hand.

 He almost regrets *She should be my ovulating bride. What fuck we are doing with this stupid hotwife-bull bullshit? I should ask her to divorce her husband. Hell, I am even willing to buy her with money. I don't care now if that is cheap. If those fail, I am just gonna kidnap her and ravish her every night on my bed .*

He sighs while driving, but lust can not be the foundation of a relationship. He knows that. He has spent half of his youth drowned in just pleasures of the flesh.

 He wants serious things with her, meaningful things. Lust can have the entire building except for the central columns. Something like that, he barely passed the 'Engineering drawing' course in college. E.D. was a nightmare for him.

His inner feelings translated into a physical pulse making his grip on hers tremble and breaking the apologetic touch Shilpa was enjoying.

She pulls the furs off his hirsute wrist with her other hand.

"Owww.." He angrily stares at her face and then concentrates on the road.

She pinches his hand, disregarding his discomfort.

"Daammnniit Shilpa,I driving!!!" Ashish exclaims. Shilpa pays no heed to his whining and pinches him again.

His response was not tempered but rather icy, "You know I can crush your little hand into powder if I want." her hand is still in his grip.

Shilpa has no doubt about it. He is very, very strong.

"These are my slaves." Her hearty lips pout.

Ashish is amused, "Oh really ?"

"Yes" Then she takes his heavy hand inside both of hers as if she is cuddling it, "My slaves. These only exist to do my bidding. Their only job is to address my needs."

Ashish does not protest. Sometimes he forgets that she is a dominant woman, which is one of the many reasons he loves to dominate her. Like he told her yesterday, it is like breaking a mare.

"Seriously though, I am certain it was Mahesh who I saw in the side view mirror. I saw him while taking the turn. I can recognize that paunch and balding head anywhere." Ashish reverts back to the earlier conversation they were having.

Shilpa tries to discredit his claim, "It was very dark in the parking lot Ashish, and that turn was pretty much at the end of that long parking lot. Why would Mahesh follow us? It does not make any sense."

Ashish shakes his head profusely in disagreement," He heard me when I told my secretary that I am going on a lunch date and ...*gritting his teeth*... you said yesterday that Mahesh is your bull." (Shilpa lied about Mahesh as her bull in CHAPTER 32 PART 2,that plotline is about a perfume)

Shilpa shrugs, "So what? Maybe he was there for other work..you know...*fumbling*.... I don't know....maybe it was another man. "

Ashish frowns, dismissing her," Occum's razor Shilpa. Considering other things equal, explanations that posit fewer entities, or fewer kinds of entities, are preferred to explanations that posit more. In other words....."

Shilpa chimes in, "In other words.. *sighing*... the simplest solution is almost always the best."

 Ashish smiles, feeling proud of her, "Good girl, but the problem remains. Do you have anything against my razor? It is pretty sharp." He was taunting her towards the end, raising an eyebrow.

Shilpa snickers at his patronizing, "Yes, I actually do. Hume's razor or Sagan Standard: Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence.....And the extension of it -Hitchens's razor: What can be asserted without evidence can also be dismissed without evidence. 

Mahesh following you is an extraordinary claim, Ashish, and you don't have any hard evidence. You only have your personal grudge against him and some overweight, balding guy in a dark parking lot whose face you did not see. My razors are sharper than yours."

Ashish claims his hand back from her lap and puts it on the steering.

He stays silent for a second, then he speaks, grinding his flinty jaw, "Maid my foot!!!! You are no fucking maid!!!! I want to fuck your smart mouth so hard right now."

Shilpa giggles blushing like a pink flashbulb, and then pouts, "Awww, is my lord too ashamed to be with his maid?"

Ashish does not respond directly; instead, he starts to sing, and his baritone reverberates inside the car :

"He rode through the streets of the city
Down from his hill on high

O' er the winds and the steps and the cobble
He rode to a woman's sigh-

For she was his secret treasure
She was his shame and his bliss-
And a chain and a keep are nothing
Compared to a woman's kiss

 Shilpa joins, surprising him with her musical voice, and they sing in harmony :

For hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm
For hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm.

They stop, and Ashish remarks with a gleam in his eyes, "A game of thrones fans, eh?"

Shilpa is beaming with joy. It feels great to find a song that she can sing with her lover. 

Shilpa fakes a monotone and points out, "If you recall correctly, the woman... *pausing* ... the whore by profession in this song betrayed the lord at the end and the lord ...I mean Tyrion killed her by strangling."

Ashish stops the car and looks directly into her eyes, "You are no whore Shilpa, despite what your husband(Rahul) wants you to be. If there is any, I will fuck the whore out of you and make you my whore only. Meanwhile, you are also not going to teeter around in your high heels like a whore in that ruined dress under my suit. Let's buy you a new one."

Shilpa looks outside with flushed cheeks. They are in front of a Shopping mall. A security officer car passed them by. Something has happened from the direction they just came from.

Inside the Shopping mall, Shilpa first hit the ground floor washroom to polish her makeup. After that, they entered a luxury dressing showroom.

The crowd is very thin inside the showroom, probably due to the heat outside.

  While Shilpa was trying out several dresses, Ashish looked at his watch, thinking about office work. He sighs. She is making him break all his personal rules, routines, and strict codes. 
Shilpa was asking for his opinions, and he was giving her. She looks great in all of them. A lady furnished in a formal shirt and skirt is assisting them. The cute woman in her 30's is smart, professional, and got a silver tongue. She let them know that she and her husband own the dealership of this showroom. 

Ashish was just nodding along, standing against a piece of furniture. 

Shilpa was doing all the chit-chat with her. It did not escape Shilpa's attention that sometimes the woman lets her professional mask fall while checking out Ashish. It only makes Shilpa desire Ashish more, knowing another woman craves what she got. 

Ashish utilizes this time to ponder over the Mahesh conundrum in the parking lot. The simplest explanation is Mahesh being the bull of Shilpa, he (Mahesh) got jealous after he(Ashish) made her orgasm while demeaning him over the phone call yesterday, and that's why Mahesh followed him today. Then he interrupted their 'fucking session' in the parking lot with the help of that other fella.

*But what the fuck he is gonna achieve by this? He knows Shilpa comes to my house every day.* Ashish delves deep into his thought.

Ashish stares at Shilpa, posing in front of him in a tight tank top and skintight jeans, and thinks further *I am going to fuck this bombshell every fucking day from now on. Is Mahesh that stupid to understand this simple fact? If I want, I can bend her over right here and fuck her in front of this saleswoman right now. She would not protest. Damn, she is making me crazy.*

Ashish gives Shilpa a thumbs up, maintaining a brooding face.

*Why bring the other man if following me was Mahesh's only aim?*Ashish runs his fingers through his burnished brushed-back hair, thinking about the autowala.

Sexual jealousy does not explain the other two things: The awkward Rahul-Shilpa duo and the disconnected cables of his cameras. This Mahesh factor in the parking lot adds a new dimension to his earlier problem.

What is so alarming is that Mahesh recommended him to employ a maid in the first place, and Mahesh recruited Shilpa for him. It was all Mahesh.

*If sexual jealousy is not the reason, then what? A preplanned scheme of some sort?. That is a harrowing thought. To do what exactly?* Ashish strains his mind while drooling over Shilpa's protruding melons in that tight top.

He does not see the scheme. He could not picture the entire conspiracy plot because Shilpa fell head over heels for him from day one of her maid job.

*I need to make her confess. I have always made her confess...even unspeakable things* He smiles at her wickedly.

Shilpa squirms under his gaze. She is vulnerable to that dimple on his cheek. Even the married saleswoman fawning over it.

He covers the distance between them quickly. She freezes. She knows that stride. He is stalking her again. The air crackles between them. The saleswoman is awkwardly caught between their sexual heat. Since their arrival, they (Ashish and Shilpa) have been fucking each other with their eyes.

"You look lovely in this top." Ashish grins at her. Shilpa gulps, swooning over his debonair charm, which is matched with that panty-dropping voice of his.

His mouth comes down to her ears, "You look highly fuckable."

Shilpa's blushing deepens, lowering her head, and then she sees the dry patch of her pussy juice on his shirt around his flat stomach. She strained that spot with her urgency while he lifted her up inside the parking lot.

The saleswoman can make them stop, but a heap of clothes is gathered on the nearest counter. It would be a bad business to anger a lucrative customer, and also, their overtly sexualized chemistry is making her curious.

After throwing a glance at the saleswoman, she looks up at him and whispers, "You sure you can carry on this game of seduction here, Ashish?"

His grin broadens, "I am game if you are game."

Shilpa rubs the dry pussy juice on his shirt and warns him," You will regret this."

Ashish manipulates her by drawing the Tank Top's upper border around her cleavage towards him using a finger and peeking at her naked boobs inside from above.

" Adler's razor Shilpa. You can either waste our time arguing or you can just prove your claim. Are you afraid to perform the experiments you have just planned in that wicked head of yours?"


Adler's razor: If something cannot be settled by experiment or observation, then it is not worthy of debate.

Shilpa's nipples stiffen, but she accepts his challenge and twinkles her eyes, "Fine. Remember You asked for it."

The saleswoman is scorched by their fiery chemistry. Her imaginations have started to take wings.

Ashish is still holding the tank top. They both can see her mangalsutra resting between her deep cleavage. Shilpa can feel the burn of that erotic shame on her soft udders.

Ashish lets the top go and immediately catches both of her nipples inside his fingers over the top. The saleslady holds her breath and keeps watching their shameless public affection. Her silver tongue is paralyzed for the moment.

"Start your experiments then, Mrs.Dixit... *he feels her nipples gently*, and pray those work... *rotates her nipples*..... If not ....*pinching those* ...you will regret... *pulling her engorged nipples* " His eyes were on her face all the time while talking, savoring the crimson shades of arousal mounted on her cheeks.

It was a herculean task for Shilpa not to moan in front of the saleslady .Like her, the saleswoman is fidgeting right now. The saleswoman is torn about how far she will let them allow. 

Shilpa reluctantly removes his fingers from her nipples and, in a shaky voice, assures him," You will see." and disappears inside the trial room, grabbing some dresses.

Ashish gives the saleswoman his best smile and asks her, "We are buying these clothes. Could you please take these to your billing desk?"
It was a command.

The woman finds her throat dry. She gathers the clothes nervously, blushing.

She was going away, but Ashish's baritone vibrates from behind, this time more governing, "I want you to close this part of the section. Understood?"

He holds her turned gaze with his piercing iris. His eyes blaze, and her pussy squirms under the skirt. 

"Yes ...Sir." her voice trembles, and he lets her go with a flashing grin.

The woman mutters under her breath, " What the hell was that?!!!" heaving hard, realizing she was holding her breath and starts to walk away, thinking *he is utterly gorgeous and so effortlessly dominant*

The woman hangs a 'closed' sign on a hanger and 'staffs only.' on a different hanger. This section is in the farthest corner of the large showroom anyway.

Shilpa came sashaying out of the trial room wearing a strapless skimpy thigh-lengthed sky blue latex bodycon dress. 



Displaying a cheeky smile on her vivacious lips, she treads towards him, ostentatiously twisting her hips, the semi-exposed pushed-up part of her milky tits wavers. 

His jaw drops to the floor seeing her. Her hourglass is accentuated perfectly by the skintight material. There is nothing to imagine. He can see the contour of her opulent round tits, her perky nipples, the prominent imprints of the beads from her nipple clamp, the impression of her coin-sized deep navel, and the high rise of her hips. 

He swallows hard, and she turns around, looking at him longingly. The raven-haired beauty walks away from him, clicking her "fuck me hard' high heels loudly in this empty showroom swaying her luscious ass globes. 

Her stride is catlike, her smooth bare legs crossing one another, the darkness of her hair flowing like a river on her flawless exposed back, kissing the low cut of her dress.



He can almost read the hotwife-slut engraved letters of the hip chain on her gyrating ass.

"Where is she?" Her sultry voice nudges him.

"I sent her away." His deep voice cracks.

She faces him and rests her ass on the edge of a clothing counter. Her rear barely touching the countertop, her body leaning forward, her ripe tits bursting out.



"How ?" Her puffy blowjob lips move, the hem of her skimpy dress resting above her upper thigh. She crosses her legs, flashing her bare glistening pussy for a split of seconds.

"Does not matter." Ashish licks his lips. He could not tell if it was dry due to the air condition or his heated body.

She is walking towards him, like a dream she came, carrying the fragrance of her body. She is enigmatic and mesmerizing right now.

"It does matter." She looks down at him from above, the bare portion of her tits at his eye level, so soft that he can almost feel the texture.

His hands grab her narrow waist," Why?" 

"You are not allowed to use your charms on other bitches." Her sharp nails drag along the curve of his cheekbone.

"Says who?" His voice trembles.. He knows what is happening right now. She is claiming him. He had never allowed it before.

She grabs his tie and makes him rest his iron chin on the slopes of her exposed bust, his facial hair grazing along her soft cleavage.

"Me." She pins him down with her depthless brown iris, still holding the tie as a leash. Her other hand touches the dried cunt juice smeared patch of his shirt, "I am gonna make you smell like my pussy."

He stays mum and lets her claim him.

She continues ruling his existence, "I gonna cum all over your body so that all the bitches know you are taken, You are mine, and I am marking you as mine." her nails grab his basalt jaw from both sides.

"Ok." the dumbest word he has ever spoken in his life, Ashish felt.

She almost sitting on his thighs. He can feel her heated sex on his lap.

He has forgotten why he started this particular episode of their game. It does not matter now.

She cupped his face, her expression painful as if looking at his face making her ache inside, "You are mine. You understand?"

Ashish concurs, "I understand." his hands holding her hips firmly.

He just repeats whatever she wants him to say. 

"Also, you just lost." She whispers, "You did not think about your fat cock did you when you challenged me."

Ashish looks below. He almost forgot about his buddy. His entire cock is snarling. It has formed a humongous bulge horizontally on the left side of his upper thigh, the outline of his thickness is completely visible, and his trusted buddy is aching.

"I told you that you are gonna regret it." Shilpa grins and grabs his long horizontal erection forcefully.

Ashish hisses at her. She ignores it, snotting, "What if I parade you all around the mall like this? Huh !!! Like my personal big cocked slave?"

"I am not your fucking slave," he growls, grabbing her ass.

Shilpa moans and giggles, " Mmmpphh....You are my slave, and you know it. You exist to please me. I want your fat cock to be ready whenever I want, wherever I want, in whatever way I want. It is your job to read my needs, I am not gonna tell you. Do you understand?"

His cock pulsates inside her soft hand, and Ashish nods, "Yes."

Shilpa kisses his forehead soothing his wounded masculine ego just like he did several times after hurting her pride.

"Now you are going to calm your fat cock down. Then you will take out your fat wallet and pay for all my pretty dresses that you will ruin one by one later except the ones I really love. Understand?" She grins mischievously. She comprehends that he loves to pamper her.

Ashish sighs, "Yes."

"Now spank me hard and tell me I am a bad girl." She begs, giving him back all of the control.

His hands glide down along her thighs until they find the hem of her dress. He hikes it up slowly, looking into her eyes, making her feel the stripping of her skin.

 She thought he would just stop after an inch, but he did not. He rolls it up above her navel, completely exposing her lower torso inside the showroom. She shivers in embarrassment, her body flushing. His large hands clasp the malleable flesh of her bubble butt. 

"You are a bad girl." The dashing grin has returned to weaken her knees, and the fathomless voice has revived to soak her already drenched pussy.

She tries to reach for a kiss writhing in deep shame of public exposure, but Ashish quickly grabs the end of her dazzling hair and pulls it forcefully, making her look at the heavens. Then the stinging spank strikes her soft fleshy firm ass cheeks, accompanied by the resonating smacking sound echoing throughout the large empty showroom. One, two, three, four. Ashish was merciless.



"Ahhhh...stop please..." Shilpa screams in pain, her eyes get filled with tears as the reddening of her wobbling thick ass flesh deepen.

The saleswoman came running out of nowhere.

Her eyes popping, looking at Shilpa's freshly whacked pink hue on  her punished ass globes under her twisting hips ,' You can't do....". She was glad that her staff had left for lunch.

Ashish does not stop. He cups Shilpa's oozing pussy mound right in front of this stranger woman and borrows some cuntal juice from that clam-shaped overflowing chalice. Then he returns it back into her body by holding his dripping fingers over her open mouth above.

"Please stop this." The woman requests.

Ashish raises his voice, "You can add two more dresses of your choice to our cart."

The woman could not move, her eyes fixed on that erotic sight. Drop by drop, the liquid desire of Shilpa disappeared inside her mouth from his soaked fingers. The last few drops took their time to gather, especially the last one. It was very stubborn and fought hard against gravity, prolonging the parting of her lips.

Shilpa stood there sticking her tongue out in her aroused semi-naked glory and obediently received all of her honeyed lust.

The woman could have selected any two expensive dresses for her benefit, but her legs were glued, and she chose two random dresses from her hand's reach. She does not want to miss any detail.

Ashish wasn't done yet.

He turns her around and grabs her by the throat, placing her spanked rump on his behemoth dick, granting her the deep kiss she wanted a few moments ago, tasting her liquid lust from her tongue while his hand grabs one finger of hers, and he uses her sharp nail to dig into the latex material of her dress.

 Shilpa quivers on his thick member underneath her burning ass, feeling the nail trailing along her naked skin while it slashes the dress downwards upto her navel.
He releases her shaking body and pulls down the hiked-up part dress covering her nudity.

"Go to the trial room." He commands, squeezing her tits and eliciting a raspy moan from her throat,"Ahhh.." He stealthily pulls down the chain behind her dress.

She obeys. With each step, the cut of her dress in the front widens on its own in a straight line, pressured by her wide hips, and finally, the dress peels off her body without any support from the unzipped back chain revealing her flushed, aroused naked body.

The saleswoman gasps, noticing her erotic pieces of jewelry- the nipple clamps, her hotwife-slut hip chain.

"pick up the dress." Another command halts Shilpa's step.

She bends down, exposing her sinfully soaked, quivering pussy and the pretty butt plug between her thick ass cheeks.



"May I?" Ashish grins at the woman pointing at Shilpa's overcharged needy pussy. It is begging for an orgasm.

"It will just take a few seconds." his voice playful at the hesitant woman.He takes her silence as yes.

He slowly comes to Shilpa, letting both women feel the illicit appeal of the moment. He turns her towards him. She is trembling in arousal and shame.

He grabs her by her neck, "Do not scream." His fingers enter her clenching pussy as she holds onto his arms. 

Shilpa moans in ecstasy, "Ohhh...you make so wet...always..." feeling her lover's fingers delving deep inside and squeezing those with her inner walls upon their journey inward.




"You are mess down here as always....so sloppy wet...so noisy..bad pussy." He teases her in front of this stranger woman both verbally and physically with his curled up fingers inside her squelching hot pussy. His hand holding her right tits instead of her neck.



With a 'hither to' motion of his two fingers, Ashish rubs her g-spot, and Shilpa explodes into a nerve-shattering orgasm biting her lips and soaking his wrist.






"Oh yes ,yess yesss...oh god...how do you..ahhh do that? ohh yesss you ....always...ahhh..make me...ahhh cum so easily....ufffff" she babbles in disbelief, looking at his smirking face, her belly knots and spasmodic cervix squeeze out her pent up tension from her gaping slit.

"Enough" The woman shouts . If she keeps allowing them, she has no doubt they will start fucking inside her showroom. It had to stop for her sanity.

Ashish punctuates the orgasm with a light pat on Shilpa's convulsing pussy mound and kisses her ferociously, claiming her post-orgasmic vulnerability. She moans inside his mouth, accepting his urgency while rubbing her naked tits against his body wildly.

Ashish leaves her jelly body and starts to lick the pussy juice from his fingers with loud sounds, embarrassing and enticing both women.

The woman takes Shilpa inside the trial room gently and fetches her new set of dresses.

She warns Ashish, "You are not going anywhere near her right now. She can't control herself around you.... She is deeply in love with you. ".She swallows hard, noticing the behemoth inside his pants.

Ashish gulps at her remark.He is not surprised. In his heart, he knows it.

He ignores her concern and winks at her, hiding his arousal with both hands," Sorry for letting you go through all this."

"No, you are not.. that's why she likes you." She reluctantly removes her eyes from it.

Shilpa comes out of the trial room wearing a satin saree with a sleeveless blouse. Like the woman promised, she does not let Ashish come near her. She takes Shilpa with her. Ashish sighs, looking at her. A moment ago, he wanted to mercilessly pound her pussy, pushing her against the floor. Now, he just wants to hold her hand and stare at that gorgeous post-orgasmic face. She looks beautiful in that cherry-colored satin saree.

After billing, he got what he wished. He is holding her hand, and she is looking at him lovingly. Their body brushes against each other. 

Shilpa's phone rings, and she politely requests him, "I need to take this."

Ashish kisses the back of her palm and says, "I will wait for you there. Pointing at a spot. Shilpa trembles at the touch of his lips. It was sensual.

Ashish goes away but keeps looking at his beautiful muse from afar.

*God, she is the epitome of beauty*

From where he was, he saw Shilpa frowning while talking, then arguing, her hand gestures furious, then he saw her getting mortified, her face ashen gradually, the spirit in her wanes, the beautiful corpse he fears the most returns haunting him. She held the railing of the shopping floor, shaking, then she fell.

Ashish was far away to reach her, but some college kids grabbed her just in time. Probably they also noticed her gradual fading.

They walked away after Shilpa thanked them.

"What happened?" Ashish is utterly concerned.

"Nothing...I just need some air...I guess." Shilpa mutters.

Ashish held her hand, and she held his grip like her life depended upon it.

They were silent until they were inside the car.

'Have you got Anemia?" He prods her reviving the engine.

"No," her voice is weak.

"Of course not; you always blush like a rose. How silly of me." Ashish drives the car onwards.

"Low blood pressure?" He inquires, frowning.

"No." Her answer is abrupt.

They stay silent. The air is pregnant with suspense and irritation around them. Something ominous is circling her; he can feel it. Some sort of invisible malice is draining her life force.

Ashish stops the car in front of a chemist's shop, "I am gonna buy some electrolytes. Probably you are suffering from ionic imbalance right now." 

"Maybe," Shilpa answers him in a trance.

He gets out.

Shilpa looks at his departing steps, touched by his concern for her. Then she burst into tears, recalling the phone call and the things she heard from Mahesh.


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Years ago, a young lad lived during a much troubled period of history. He was strong and able. Everyone looked upto him. It was clear that he was meant to do great things. The lad wanted to be a great warrior. He trained every day with his swords. He was attentive and eager to learn. He loved training his body for hours. After his practice, he used to return home on foot. Every day a bunch of giggling girls waved at him. He did not wave back. He was more focused on his aim. Soon he started to practice harder and longer. 

One day after a stringent session, his tired body wanted nothing but the bed. He was about to sleep after making his cot. Then something altered him, and he turned back, unsheathing his sword. A ghostly spirit was there in the middle of his room. He warned the spirit holding his sword high, and in return, the spirit told him that it was not there to harm him. 

The lad asked him curiously then why the spirit was there? The spirit said it could show him anything he wanted to see. The lad did not believe the spirit at first, but then the spirit kept him showing all the things the lad asked the spirit to show. Satisfied, the lad went to sleep. The spirit remained in the corner of the room. Days passed by the harmless spirit remained in his room. Once in a while, the lad would ask the spirit to show things, and the spirit did.

One day after a much harder training session, the lad, who was now a handsome young man with many women as his admirer, asked the spirit to show him the most beautiful woman in the world, and the spirit showed him. The young man made up his mind that he would marry a beautiful woman like her when he would be a great warrior. Then asked the spirit to show him great warriors and their battles. He enjoyed seeing these great warriors, their valiant stands, admirable techniques, and praiseworthy last-minute battle strategies. He vowed one day, he would be like that. 

It became a routine. The young man would ask the spirit to show multiple beautiful women, their sexual activities, and visions of great battles every day. Soon he became less focused on his training lessons and spent more time with the spirit.

The girls who used to wave at him now were waving at another new lad with prodigious bow skills. The young man muttered under his breath that a true warrior does not attack enemies from a distance.
His obsession with the spirit's vision increased. He started to skip his practice lessons. Over time he became less agile, less skilled, and less fit.

Now he thinks that those beautiful women are all whores and starts to envy the great warriors whom he admired once. Although he still would ask the spirit to show him the visions and the spirit did not disappoint him.

It went on for 10 years. Now he was 30 and had completely abandoned his goal of becoming a warrior.

That night the spirit started laughing. For years the spirit never spoke unless the man asked it something, but now the spirit is laughing maniacally. The surprised man asked the spirit the reason for sudden amusement. 
The spirit told him that tonight his village would be attacked, and everyone would die. The spirit further revealed that there was a prophecy that he(the man) would defeat these attackers and save his village, solidifying his mark as a great warrior in history. The spirit laughed at his unfit body and blunt sword. The spirit disclosed it was the very embodiment of all the evil in the world.

 It was the Devil himself. The spirit waited 10 years, slowly corrupting the young man day by day. The man asked why the spirit took 10 years. The spirit told him the young lad would have easily defeated the spirit back then. The spirit boasted that all the souls in this village would soon belong to it. 

In response, the broken man asked the spirit, "Can I see those beautiful women and those great battles for one last time."

The spirit smiled,"Always."

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After Indra slashes open the autowala's throat with a razor, Mahesh and Inspector Indra discuss about future steps in the parking lot. Mahesh has taken shelter under another shortcut using his low cunning.

 Mahesh is lucky that this region comes under Indra's jurisdiction, and he was super quick to reach here. Of course, the payment of this assistance would be Shilpa's pussy.

Devil,Satan,Iblis,Djinn,Shad-ripu,6 vices I have many names .

I ask my colleague Death," And you think humans aren't evil."

Death replies grimly," Halon's razor, mate. Some bad things happen not because people have bad intentions but because they did not think it through properly."

I laughed at him, "You have taken way too many lives, and now you have started to talk and think like them. Also, this is not one of those 'some bad things.' This is premeditated murder. I can taste its sin on the tip of my tongue."

We listen to Mahesh and Inspector Indra. 
Apparently, according to their plan: Mahesh is a star witness to this murder committed by a razor gang who deals drugs. This autowala was Indra's informer. He was driving Mahesh and noticed two well-known gang drug dealers. 
He decided to follow them, and Mahesh accompanied him like an upstanding citizen. They ended up inside the parking lot, tailing those two drug dealers. 

The autowala called Indra to inform him about a drug deal going inside this parking lot. These razor gang members heard him and killed him out of suspicion.

 Mahesh hid behind a car. He did not try to assist the autowala in the fight, thinking about his loving wife and son. That explains why Indra made Mahesh call him from the deceased autowala's phone.
Soon the place was crawling with Indra's trusted security officermen. They confiscated the digital footage of the parking lot cameras. Those would be destroyed or doctored. Indra is a very powerful man, courtesy of his D.I.G. father-in-law ( mentioned in CHAPTER 30), and nobody is gonna fuss about a poor kinless autowala.

Mahesh gave his practiced formal statement to Indra once the security officer force arrived with an ambulance. The cleaning of the murder scene was done with war-time precision. Mahesh has identified two of Indra's handpicked known criminals. They are going to die tonight in an encounter, and the case would be closed just like that.

Indra isn't aware that Mahesh severely wounded the autowala but did not kill him on purpose. He was recording while Indra was finishing the job with the razor. 

The only reason Mahesh needed Indra was because of the parking lot camera footage. Mahesh has no doubt Indra will blackmail him to get into his wife with those. He needed a countermeasure. But the problem is blackmailing a powerful, well-connected security officer officer like Indra isn't a wise thing. Indra could kill Mahesh by staging an accident if he wants. Mahesh does not know yet how he(Mahesh) is gonna use the recording against Indra.

Once he gave his official statement, Mahesh called Shilpa. Shilpa was in the shopping mall at that time. The entire time during the phone call, she spoke in a hushed voice.
"You were going to let that scum fuck you did not you?" Mahesh accused her.

"Of course not. I knew you were around. You were following Ashish, you told me." Shilpa gave excuses.

'Bullshit. You knew I was following him, but I did not tell you I was waiting inside the parking lot." Mahesh pressed her.

"Of course I did. What kind of a man abandons his wife with his greatest foe? I knew you would save me from him." She was desperate to sell her lie.

"You were laughing, dancing, giggling, joking, and then begging him to fuck you. You held your cunt open with your own fingers and begged him to fuck you. You think I am that stupid, Shilpa?" Mahesh was not falling for her lies.

"It was all an act. Trust me ." Shilpa was adamant.

"Long have you eluded me, my darling wife. You said that you are gonna enjoy the seduction game cause he is hot. You said you are gonna flirt with him. I let you, thinking, let her have her little fun. The poor guy is going down anyway. Then you started doing those abhorrent videos chatting with him, pushing my limit. You did not stop him from touching your body." Mahesh pours all of his frustration out.

'Listen, baby... What do you expect? I have told you before I am doing a job of a seductress.'"Shilpa tried to argue back

 Mahesh ignored her excuses, "You let him make you squirt. You let him decorate you with those vile sex ornaments all over your body. You mounted dildos on our bathroom walls. You moaned his despicable name in your sleep beside me.

 If you really wanted, you would have completed the assignment by now or atleast could have stopped his advancements. But you did not."

'Mahesh, I broke the camera. Don't you remember, honey?" Shilpa fervently tried to patch her narrative.

Mahesh now doubts Shilpa's motivations after what he saw inside the parking lot with his own eyes. Something tells him that she is compromised. He does not reveal this to her.

Instead, he told her," Ashish is going down Shilpa with or without your help."

The calm in his voice startled Shilpa.

'How?" She exclaimed.

"Just say I have made some powerful allies. More powerful than Ashish." Mahesh gazed at Indra from afar and recalled the deal he made with C.E.O. Priyanka.

"What happened to the autowala, Mahesh?" Shilpa's voice shook.

"My new powerful friends will put an end to that scumbag Ashish. I can assure you that." Mahesh laughs.

"How did you manage the autowala, Mahesh? He got you pretty good, and he was not in it for money." Shilpa gulped. She can feel the menacing presence in Mahesh's voice.

" I am gonna win at the end, and the end is near. Ashish has very little time left." After giving her that sinister warning, Mahesh cut the phone, and Shilpa fumbled inside the shopping mall.

The first time she realized how much she loved Ashish. She truly is in love with him. The thought of losing him was nauseating. It plagued her with white dreadful fear, and she could not feel her limbs.

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Ashish has bought the electrolyte, and while he was inside the chemist's shop, he made up his own mind.

*fuck ethics. I am gonna protect her at any cost, even if she does not tell me anything. That phone call made my girl lose her senses.* 

*Your girl?*

*Not now. Go away* he shuns his inner self.

He called Mr.Gilani, the old friend of his father. (mentioned in CHAPTER 27 and CHAPTER 29,part 4)

The once notorious gangster, now a respected businessman, answers him immediately. On the surface, he is a successful businessman, but in truth, he is still a powerful crime lord, and his power only has grown. He loves Ashish like a son. 

Ashish is always cranky with him. His physician father has saved his life multiple times.(Chapter 25 part 1 ,Ashsih's parents were mentioned)

"Ashish...... Need another help?" He toys with him.

"Yes. I want you to put a tail on someone. Just collect data, nothing more. I am texting you his details." Ashish informs.

"It is about that woman from yesterday, isn't it?" Mr.Gilani prods.

"Yes." his reply was short, and he texted Mahesh's details.

When Ashish returned, Shilpa had stopped crying. She also had made up her mind. She has picked a side. Her lover's side, not her husband's. She is gonna protect her love and save herself from his wrath at the same time. 

Telling Ashish who she really is would not solve the problem. She needs to show him she is on his side and actively sabotaging Mahesh's plans. She knows he is gonna caught her eventually.

 This lie can not go on. The noose is tightening around her neck, but deeds will save her, not confession. Actions speak louder than words, and she needs to act, not whine and snivel inside his chest.

Shilpa drinks the electrolyte Ashish made for her. Her breasts swell in emotions for him. She can't betray him. Neither she can afford to lose him, nor she can stand his hatred.

"Take me to your office. I want to see it." She pouts.

That put a smile on his face.Ashish starts driving without giving her an answer.

*He is taking me to his office, right?* Shilpa asks herself after getting no answer and too cautious to probe him further. It is too important that he takes her to his office.

*Grice's razor, silly woman!!! You know he is. That was his good smile* her inner goddess teases her.

Grice's razor: Senses are not to be multiplied beyond necessity. In simple words- You know what I meant, don't overthink.


Shilpa further speculates bemoaning the past, anticipating the future, tiptoeing the present on a razor's edge :

*If Mahesh is being serious, then honeytrap is not what he is planning. I was part of his honeytrap plan. Mahesh is not gonna trap Ashish with sexual allegations. He mentioned that he had made new friends. He is trying to destroy Ashish in other ways. What other ways? He can't kill Ashish. Ashish is a C.B.O. of a company. He is not Rekha. His death will cause massive repercussions. He is a way too important person. But what friends? What other ways ?*


Philosophical razors are powerful tools .Backed with correct data these razors act like lethal assassins and come in handy in winning debates, settling arguments, and lacerating unwanted information and sometimes making the opponent kiss the dust bloody on social medias just for fun.

But when we are dealing with people, we are not dealing with a creature of logic. We are dealing with a creature of emotions.

[masud93]

thanks for BIG updates,,,, do not know what happen now,,,,, but want a POV fucking show

[NityaSakti]

Azmazing update

[veeravaibhav]

EXCELLENT :)

[Losliyafan]

Very nice update

Looks like Shilpa is going to slit the throat of Mahesh and Rahul for being with Ashish.

[Arul Pragasam]

Super bro

[xbiilove]

Superbbbb

[Santhosh Stanley]

Extraordinary writing.

[Ragasiyananban]

Shilpa surrendered completely to her lover. Cant wait to see how she is going to handle mahesh and rahul.

[Naveena komaali]

Really nice narration

[fuckandforget]

When is the next update... every update is hot and happening

[Devilmaycry]

thanks for BIG updates,,,, do not know what happen now,,,,, but want a POV fucking show

Azmazing update

EXCELLENT :)

Very nice update

Looks like Shilpa is going to slit the throat of Mahesh and Rahul for being with Ashish.

Super bro

Superbbbb

Extraordinary writing.

Shilpa surrendered completely to her lover. Cant wait to see how she is going to handle mahesh and rahul.

When is the next update... every update is hot and happening

Thank you.

[abcturbine]

Amazing.....
Eagerly waiting for next update.....

[Sanjjay Rangasamy]

Come soon

[Thangaraasu]

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