Misc. Erotica Hot Working Wife Chronicles : Revati

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Revathy nodded, trying to ignore the banter between them. "We need to expose this politician, but not without backup. If we go public without solid evidence, we'll be ruined."

Krish smirked, his eyes never leaving the screen. "And what would an insurance agent like you know about journalism?" he teased, his fingers flying over the keyboard. "I'm surprised you even know how to turn on a computer."

Revathy rolled her eyes, her cheeks flushing with annoyance. "Very funny, Krish," she said, trying to keep her voice light. "Just because I switched careers doesn't mean I've forgotten everything. moreover its my key to comeback to my passion journalism. i will break this story in your portal as a freelancer"

Krish chuckled, his eyes still glued to the computer screen. "I'm just saying, Revathy," he said, his tone playful but with a hint of seriousness. "This is big league stuff. You're not playing hide and seek with numbers anymore."

Revathy bristled at his remark, her pride as a journalist not quite ready to be buried by the mundane life of an insurance agent. "Thanks for the vote of confidence," she retorted, her voice sharp. "But I assure you, I know how to handle a story. And it's not like I've been selling policies all day and forgetting how to do my job."

Krish looked up, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I never doubted that," he said, his grin unapologetic. "But it's been a while, hasn't it?" He winked at her, and she couldn't help but laugh. It was good to feel like part of the world again, to have someone who knew her as more than just Arun's mother or Alok's wife.



He leaned back in his chair, his gaze taking in her form in the red sari. "I've missed this side of you, Revathy," he said, his voice low and serious. "The fearless journalist who would stop at nothing to get the truth."

"And I've missed this, Krish," she said, her voice equally as intense. "The thrill of the chase, the knowledge that you're holding the power to change things."

Krish nodded, his eyes still on the USB drive. "But we have to be careful," he warned. "This isn't a game. If we play this wrong, we could both end up in a world of trouble."

Revathy squeezed his hand reassuringly. "I know, Krish. But I trust you."

He gave her a knowing smile before getting up to leave. "I'll be in touch," he said, the promise in his eyes as clear as the stars outside. "We'll make this work."

Revathy nodded, her thoughts racing. She knew she had to keep her meeting with Krish a secret from Alok, at least for now. She couldn't bear the thought of worrying him unnecessarily, not when she had just gotten him to be more affectionate and attentive again. So, she waited until she heard the garage door open and the sound of his footsteps approaching the front door. She took a deep breath and put on her best smile, ready to greet him with a kiss and a hug.

"Welcome home," she called out, her voice warm and welcoming.


Alok's footsteps grew closer, and she braced herself for his embrace. She had to keep her thoughts in check, not let the excitement of the USB drive and her meeting with Krish spill over into their evening routine. As he wrapped his arms around her, she felt the comforting weight of his love, the same love that made her want to protect him from the storm brewing outside their peaceful bubble.

Once Alok had settled into bed, his gentle snores lulling the room into a rhythmic calm, Revathy allowed her mind to drift back to the USB drive. The gravity of the information weighed on her, and she knew she couldn't handle it alone. There was only one person she could think of who had the experience and discretion to help her navigate the treacherous waters of political scandal: Risabh Chopra.

Risabh was a seasoned bureaucrat, a man whose knowledge of the government's inner workings was as vast as the ocean. As the Secretary to the Minister of State for one of the central ministries, he was a silent force that kept the wheels of power turning. His name alone was enough to make the corrupt tremble, and his friendship was a treasure that she had cultivated carefully over the years.


Their meeting had been a stroke of luck, a chance encounter on a flight from Delhi to Mumbai. Revathy had been traveling with Arun, who was incessantly asking for the window seat. She had looked around the cabin, hoping to find a kind soul who would swap with her, when she saw Risabh sitting in the aisle seat. He had noticed her plight and offered to change places without a second thought. The childish glee on Arun's face had made her heart swell with gratitude, and she had thanked him profusely.

But it was during the flight that she had truly come to appreciate Risabh's charm. He had a way of speaking that was both commanding and charming, a trait that had served him well in the political arena. He regaled her with stories of his work, his voice a mix of authority and mischief as he recounted tales of the powerful and corrupt. His wit and intelligence were a potent cocktail, and Revathy found herself drawn to him, sharing her own ambitions and challenges in her career.

Risabh had noticed the glint in her eye when she spoke of exposing the truth, and he had leaned in closer, his hand brushing against hers. "You're a woman after my own heart, Revathy," he had said, his smile both warm and predatory. "I can see that you're not afraid to get your hands dirty."


Their conversation had flowed easily, a dance of power and attraction that neither could ignore. By the end of the flight, Revathy had agreed to meet him for dinner when she was in Delhi next. It was a risky move, one that could either advance her career or lead to disaster, but she was tired of playing it safe.

The calls from Risabh came like clockwork, his smooth voice a siren's call in the midst of her mundane life. At first, she had been hesitant, her mind reeling with the implications of what she had in her possession. But as the days turned into weeks, she found herself eagerly awaiting his calls, the anticipation building like a crescendo before a storm.

Finally, she gave in, her curiosity piqued by the prospect of what he could offer her. "I've missed you, Revathy," he had said, his voice a warm embrace over the phone. "When are you coming to Delhi? We have so much to catch up on."

Revathy felt a flutter in her stomach. "I'll be there in a week," she replied, her voice cooler than she felt. "But it's all about work, Risabh. I need to keep my focus."

"Of course, my dear," he said, his voice like silk. "But a little networking never hurt anyone, did it?"


Revathy couldn't argue with that. The invitations to Risabh's page-three parties had been rolling in, each one more extravagant than the last. She had hoped to avoid them, but the allure of being in the same room as the movers and shakers of Delhi was too great to resist. Plus, it was all for the networking and her ambition to dwell in power corridor which was her long term goal, she told herself. So, she began to accept the invitations, always bringing a colleague or friend with her as a buffer.

At each event, Risabh would find a way to corner her, his eyes devouring her in that hungry way that made her stomach flip-flop. He'd lean in close, whispering sweet nothings that made her skin crawl, his breath hot against her ear. "When will you give me the pleasure of dining with me alone?" he'd purr, his hand brushing against her arm.

Revathy had become quite the chess player, always thinking two moves ahead. She'd laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Risabh, you know I'm a married woman," she'd say, placing a hand on his chest to keep him at bay. "But maybe we can grab lunch one of these days, when my schedule isn't so hectic." Each time she'd manage to wriggle out of his grasp, her smile never wavering.

In bed that night, she couldn't help but think about Risabh's relentless pursuit. His expensive cologne lingered in her nostrils, his breath on her neck a memory that sent shivers down her spine. Despite his age and his reputation as a womanizer, there was something about him that intrigued her. His power, his charm, his ruthlessness in the political arena - it was all so...exciting.

Revathy rolled over onto her side, her hand idly playing with the sheet. She had been smart, always finding an excuse to avoid his advances. Work deadlines, family commitments, even pretending to have a dentist appointment at the most inconvenient time - she had used them all. But as she lay there, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that she had him wrapped around her little finger. It was a heady feeling, one she hadn't experienced in a long time.
The next day, she decided it was time to play her hand. She called Risabh and seeked his appointment , ostensibly to discuss the issue further. The anticipation in his voice was palpable, and she couldn't help but smile. She knew he was expecting more than just a professional meeting, and she was ready to give it to him. But this time, it would be on her terms.

"Revathy, I've been waiting for your call," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "What can I do for you?"


Revathy took a deep breath, her heart racing. "I've been thinking about what you said, Risabh," she began, her voice measured and controlled. "And I think it's time we took this to the next level."

There was a pause on the line, and she could almost hear the cogs turning in his mind. "What do you mean, Revathy?" he asked, his tone tentative yet eager.

"I mean," she said, her voice taking on a seductive edge, "that I'd like to come to your birthday party next week."

Risabh's eyes widened slightly, his expression a mix of surprise and pleasure. "My birthday party? That's quite an exclusive event, Revathy," he said, his voice dripping with honey. "But of course, you're more than welcome."

Revathy felt a thrill of victory. She had him where she wanted him. "Thank you," she said, her voice sweet. "But I have one condition."

"Name it," Risabh replied, his tone eager.

Revathy's smile grew wider. "I'd like to bring my husband, Alok," she said cheekily. "It's a family affair, after all."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, and she could almost see the cogs turning in Risabh's head. "Your husband?" he repeated, trying to keep the disappointment from his voice.

"Yes," she said, her tone firm. "Alok and I are a package deal. I wouldn't dream of attending without him."

Risabh's expression was a picture of conflicted emotions, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I see," he said, his voice tight. "Well, I suppose that's acceptable. It's a party, after all. The more the merrier."

Revathy's heart skipped a beat. She had called his bluff, and he had folded. "Great," she said, her voice light and airy. "We'll definitely be there."

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The night of the party, Revathy chose a black sari that was as enigmatic as the evening's intentions. The transparent fabric clung to her curves, teasingly revealing the classy yet alluring blouse beneath. It was a delicate dance of modesty and seduction, a deliberate choice to keep the men guessing. As she stepped out of the car, the sari's pallu fluttered in the breeze, exposing the barest hint of her midriff.

"You look stunning," Alok said, his eyes lingering on her cleavage. But there was an edge to his voice, a hint of insecurity that wasn't lost on Revathy. She knew he was aware of the game she was playing, but she also knew he loved her, and she didn't intend to let things go too far.

"Thank you, darling," she replied, her voice dripping with sweetness. She leaned in to kiss him, her hand on his chest. "But don't worry, I'm all yours." She whispered the words with a playful smile, but the look in her eyes was serious. She knew the power she wielded and was determined to use it wisely.


As they entered the party, the room was ablaze with light and the chatter of influential voices. Politicians and bureaucrats mingled, their eyes scanning the room for potential allies and enemies. Revathy felt their gazes on her, and she knew they were thinking about the USB she held in her purse, the secret that could make or break their careers. She played the part of the devoted wife, her hand entwined in Alok's, but she couldn't help the thrill that shot through her as she felt the weight of their desire.

Alok, on the other hand, was visibly uncomfortable. He had only agreed to come for the free food and wine, not to be a pawn in his wife's game of seduction and power. He hovered by her side, his hand on her waist, a silent reminder of his presence. But Revathy knew that tonight was not about him; it was about her career, and she had to play her cards right.

As they approached the center of the party, where Risabh was holding court, Revathy playfully leaned into her husband. "Darling," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear, "I need to go mingle. Will you be okay on your own for a bit?"

Alok looked at her, his eyes filled with both love and confusion. "What about your promise?" he murmured, his thumb stroking the small of her back.

Revathy just winked. "I'll only be a few minutes, darling. Don't miss me too much." With a seductive smile, she slipped out of his embrace and sashayed away, her hips swaying to the rhythm of the Bollywood tunes that filled the air.



Alok watched her go, feeling a strange mix of pride and possessiveness. He knew she was playing a game, but he didn't know all the rules. He took a deep breath and sipped his drink, trying to blend in with the sea of strangers. He didn't know why, but he felt like he was drowning in a sea of ambition and lust.

Revathy, on the other hand, was in her element. She glided through the room, her smile as sweet as the sugared almonds scattered on the dessert table. She caught the eye of a few influential guests, and they nodded in her direction, their gazes lingering a little too long. She knew she had their attention, and she reveled in it. As she approached Risabh, he broke away from his entourage and took her hand, kissing it gallantly. "Revathy, you look stunning," he murmured, his eyes roving over her.

"Thank you," she replied, her voice cool and collected. "But let's not forget the real reason we're here." She held up the USB drive between her thumb and forefinger, the silver glinting in the disco lights. Risabh's eyes narrowed, and he nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.



Meanwhile, Alok was busy exploring the party, sipping wine and tasting the various delicacies laid out on the elaborate buffet. The aroma of spices and sizzling meat filled the air, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses created a lively ambiance. From afar, he could see Revathy giggling with Risabh and a small group of people, including a woman in her mid-twenties dressed in a skimpy outfit that left little to the imagination. Her bare shoulders gleamed in the light, and the way she leaned into Risabh's ear suggested they were sharing a private joke.

Alok felt a strange pang of jealousy, but he reminded himself that she was just playing the game. He took another sip of wine, the liquid burning a trail down his throat as he forced a smile. He couldn't help but feel like a bystander in her world, a mere accessory to the grand scheme she was orchestrating. He scanned the room, looking for familiar faces, but found none. The sea of strangers was as intimidating as it was fascinating.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat as he saw something that made him question his sanity. From across the room, it looked like Risabh had just slapped Revathy's ass, his hand lingering longer than it should have. Her laughter, which had been music to his ears, now sounded forced and fake. His eyes narrowed, trying to discern if he was hallucinating from the naughty jokes they had shared or if his insecurities were playing tricks on him. Was it a casual gesture of friendship or something more?


The room spun around him as he watched, his grip tightening on the wine glass. He took a step forward, his mind racing. Was he overreacting? Maybe it was just his imagination, fueled by the whispers of doubt that had been plaguing him since he and revathy opened up about naughty fantasies. Or perhaps it was the stress of her flirting with power, the lines between work and play blurring before his very eyes.

But then, as if the universe had conspired to confirm his worst fears, he heard it. The words, hushed and malicious, floated through the air like a venomous snake. Two men, both in their late 40s, stood nearby, their eyes on the same group as his. "Risabh is quite the womanizer," one murmured, his voice thick with contempt. "It's only a matter of time before he beds her."

Alok's hand trembled, the wine sloshing in his glass. He knew he should walk away, ignore the toxic whispers that could only serve to fuel his insecurity. But his feet remained rooted to the spot as the other man spoke up, his voice carrying just enough for Alok to make out the words, "And let's not forget about Sonia. He's had his way with her for months now."


Alok's gaze snapped to the skimpily dressed woman standing with Revathy, Risabh, and the others. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. That was Sonia? The intern everyone talked about in hushed tones, the one rumored to be sleeping her way to the top? His eyes narrowed as he studied her, his mind reeling with images of his wife in similar situations.

The gossiping men's conversation grew louder, their whispers carrying through the air like a noxious fog. "Risabh's got his eyes on that new fish, you know," the first one said, his voice dripping with innuendo. "The one with the big tits and the tight ass."

Alok's blood boiled, and he took a step closer, his hand tightening around his drink. "But she's married, isn't she?" the second man replied, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh, marriage is just a formality for these kinds," the first man said, waving his hand dismissively. "Risabh's a player, always has been. And as for Revathy, she's got that 'I dare you' look in her eyes. Like she's just waiting for the right moment to jump into the sack with him."

Alok's jaw clenched as he took a sip of his drink, trying to keep his cool. The idea of Revathy with another man, especially someone like Risabh, was unbearable. He watched as she laughed at something Sonia had said, the sound of her laughter grating on his nerves. Was she really playing this game? Did she enjoy the attention?


Revathy felt his eyes on her and turned to find him, her smile fading slightly when she saw the anger in his gaze. She excused herself from the group, making her way over to him with a mix of annoyance and concern. "What's wrong?" she asked, placing a hand on his arm.

"Just... watching you work the room," Alok said tightly, his voice low enough that only she could hear. "You're playing a dangerous game, Revathy."

Revathy's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?" she asked, her smile never faltering. She knew he had overheard the gossip, had seen her with Risabh. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his hand clenched around his drink.

"The deal, Revathy," he said, his voice a low growl. "The one you're making with that... that snake." He nodded towards where Risabh was now talking to a group of politicians, his hand resting on the shoulder of a young intern named Sonia.

Revathy's eyes narrowed. "What deal are you talking about, Alok?" she asked, her voice sharp. "I'm just doing my job."

Alok's grip tightened on his drink. "Don't play dumb with me," he said. "I saw the way he was looking at you, the way he was touching you." His voice was tight with barely contained anger.

Revathy took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Alok's. "It's just business, darling," she said, her voice soothing. "You know how these things go."

But Alok was not convinced. "I don't like it," he said, his voice firm. "I don't like the way he looks at you."


Revathy rolled her eyes. "You're being ridiculous," she said, her voice still sweet but with an underlying edge. "You're acting like a jealous collegeboy."

Alok's eyes flashed with anger, but he took a deep breath and tried to rein it in. "I'm just looking out for you, Revathy," he said, his voice softer now. "You're playing with fire, and I don't want you to get burned."

"I know what I'm doing," she replied, her own voice firm. "This is my career, my future. I can handle it." She took a step closer to him, her hand reaching out to cup his cheek. "Trust me," she whispered, her eyes pleading.

Alok searched her face, his eyes lingering on her lips. He knew he had no right to be jealous, but the thought of her with another man was like a knife twisting in his gut. "Fine," he said, his voice tight. "But don't go too far."

Meanwhile, Risabh had used the chaos of the party as an alibi to lead Revathy to a quieter corner of the room. He leaned against the wall, watching her with a hungry gaze. "Revathy," he called out, his voice cutting through the din. She excused herself from her husband's side and walked over, her hips swaying slightly.

"What is it, Risabh?" she asked, her voice cool and professional. He took her hand and pulled her closer, his breath warm against her ear. "I want to talk to you about something important," he whispered. His hand on her wrist felt like a brand, a claim of ownership she couldn't ignore.

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Risabh's eyes searched hers, and she knew he was looking for something. Desire? Trust? She gave him a cool smile, playing along. "What is it?" she repeated, her voice steady.

He leaned closer, the scent of his cologne enveloping her. "Let's go somewhere we can talk privately," he suggested, his voice a seductive whisper.

Her heart racing, Revathy allowed him to lead her to a quieter corner of the party. The room was a whirl of colors and sounds, but all she could focus on was the heat of his hand on her arm. When they were finally alone, he turned to face her, his eyes searching hers. "What's the real story behind that USB?" he asked, his voice low and urgent.

Revathy took a deep breath, the weight of the secret pressing down on her. "It's...complicated," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "But if we play our cards right, it could bring down a corrupt politician and change the course of our careers." She watched his face carefully, looking for any signs of doubt or betrayal.

Risabh's grip on her arm tightened. "I knew you had something up your sleeve," he murmured, his eyes glinting with excitement. "But what's in it for me?"

Revathy took a deep breath, the USB drive feeling like a grenade in her pocket. "If we expose this, you'll be seen as a hero," she said, her voice steady. "Someone who's not afraid to take down the corrupt, even if it's one of your own."



Risabh's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving hers. "And what about you, Revathy?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper. "What's in it for the beautiful journalist who brought this all to light?"

Her heart skipped a beat, but she kept her expression neutral. "The truth is my reward," she replied, her voice firm. "But if you're looking for something more...personal, I'm afraid you're barking up the wrong tree."

Risabh's smile didn't falter. "Oh, I think we understand each other perfectly, Revathy," he said, his voice a purr. "After all, we're both here to get what we want." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her cheek. "But let's not be naive. In this world, everyone has a price."

Her heart hammered in her chest, but she held her ground. "Not everyone, Risabh," she replied, her voice steady despite the tremble in her core. "Some of us are fighting for what's right."

Risabh chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "We all have our reasons, Revathy," he said, his hand moving to caress her cheek. "But let's not forget that in the end, we all want the same thing." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck. "And I think you know what I want."

Her mind raced. Did she dare to take this risk? The USB was her golden ticket, but could she pay the price? She took a deep breath and stepped back, her hand stilling his. "Let's stick to the deal, Risabh," she said, her voice firm but her heart racing. "The story comes first. After that, we'll see."


Risabh's smile was knowing, his eyes never leaving hers. "As you wish," he murmured, his hand dropping to his side. "But remember, the bigger the risk, the sweeter the reward."

The rest of the evening was a blur of forced smiles and meaningless chitchat. When it was time to leave, the storm had passed, leaving the air thick with humidity. As they posed for a group photo, Risabh pulled her closer, his hand sliding down to cup her ass firmly. Revathy's heart raced, but she kept her smile in place, aware of the camera's unblinking eye. She could feel the heat of his hand even through her clothes, his fingers digging into her flesh in a way that was both painful and exhilarating.

Other guests joined in for the picture, their laughter and chatter drowning out the sound of her own racing heart. As they leaned in closer, Risabh's hand remained on her, his grip tightening slightly. She knew she couldn't protest, not without giving away the game. So, she leaned into him, playing along as his thumb made slow, lazy circles on her skin. The flash of the camera was a strobe of reality, a stark reminder of the line she was treading.

When the photos were done, Risabh gave her ass one final squeeze before withdrawing his hand, his eyes holding hers as he whispered, "You're going to love the sweetener to our deal, Revathy." His words sent a thrill through her, a mix of fear and excitement. What was he planning? What had she gotten herself into?

revathy just smiled.


Revathy felt a twinge of annoyance when Alok joined the conversation, his voice cutting through the charged air like a knife. She had hoped to keep her husband out of this mess, but here he was, asking if they could leave. She looked at him, trying to convey with her eyes that she needed him to trust her. But before she could say anything, Risabh jumped in, his voice smooth as silk. "Ah, but the minister is on his way," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "Revathy wouldn't want to miss this chance, would she?"

Her heart sank as she realized that Risabh had just played his trump card. There was no way she could refuse to meet the minister, not if she wanted to keep her story on track. She forced a smile and nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's important that I stay," she said, her voice sounding strained even to her own ears. "You go ahead, Alok. I'll be fine."

Alok searched her eyes, looking for a hint of the truth she was hiding. He looked at Risabh with a mix of suspicion and jealousy before finally nodding. "Okay," he said, his voice tight. "But don't be too late." He leaned in to give her a peck on the cheek, his hand lingering for a moment before he turned and walked away, leaving her alone with the man who had just claimed ownership of her body and soul.


Revathy watched her husband leave, feeling a pang of guilt. She knew she was playing with fire, but the thrill of the chase was too potent to resist. As the door closed behind Alok, she turned to Risabh, her heart racing. "You're playing a dangerous game," she whispered, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.

Risabh's smile grew wider. "But it's a game you're winning, isn't it?" he said, his hand brushing against her arm. The touch sent a bolt of electricity through her, making her skin tingle. "The minister will be here any minute, and we have so much to discuss."

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Back home, Alok was a mess of emotions. He was irritated and nervous, replaying the events of the party in his mind. The image of Risabh's hand on Revathy's ass haunted him, and the whispers of the other guests about their 'understood' relationship made his blood boil. Yet, he couldn't deny the twinge of arousal that accompanied his jealousy. He felt guilty for his thoughts and was embarrassed by his own reaction.


"I'm on my way home," she replied, her voice sounding strained. "I just left the party."

Alok felt a wave of relief wash over him. "But why didn't you answer earlier?" he asked, trying to keep the accusation out of his tone.

"The signal was bad," she said, her voice weary. "But I'm leaving now. I'll be home in 30 minutes. Make sure the door is unlocked."

Alok ended the call, his mind racing with a naughty thought. Was she really leaving the party, or was she with Risabh, their bodies entangled in a passionate embrace? He couldn't shake the image of her dressed in that tight dress, her curves on full display for all to see. The way she had looked at him earlier, with a glint in her eye, had set his imagination on fire. Had she been hinting at something? Or was he just being paranoid?

As he waited for her to return, he couldn't help but wonder what Revathy was up to. The thought of her with another man made his stomach churn, but at the same time, his cock twitched in his pants. He had always known she was desirable, but the idea of her being desired by someone else was both infuriating and strangely arousing. He tried to push the thoughts away, focusing on the TV instead, but his mind kept drifting back to the party, to the way she had looked at him.

When he heard the soft click of the door, he looked up, expecting to see her rushing in, eager to explain herself. Instead, she entered silently, closing the door with a gentle nudge. She was still dressed in the same clingy dress, her hair slightly disheveled, but it was the look on her face that stopped him cold. Her eyes were downcast, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. He knew immediately that she didn't want him to see her like this.

Revathy tiptoed through the living room, trying her best to avoid the creaks in the floorboards. She knew the neighbors were light sleepers, and she didn't want to give them any juicy gossip to chew on. Her mind was racing, trying to come up with a plausible excuse for her late return and the state of her dress. She had hoped to sneak into the bedroom without waking Arun, but the sound of his footsteps on the stairs stopped her in her tracks.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she saw the silhouette of her son, his eyes wide with sleepiness and curiosity. "Mom?" he called out, his voice small and scared. "Is everything okay?"

Revathy took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Everything's fine, sweetie," she said, her voice soothing. "I just had some extra work to do. You go back to bed." She leaned down to kiss his forehead, her hand lingering on his cheek. "I love you."


Arun nodded sleepily and turned to go back to his room. As he disappeared upstairs, Revathy let out a sigh of relief and turned to face Alok. She could see the question in his eyes, the anger barely contained. She took a step closer, her body swaying slightly. "I missed you," she murmured, reaching up to kiss him.

Alok's arms wrapped around her, his hands resting on her waist. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her dress, and for a moment, his suspicion gave way to desire. But as his hand slipped down to her ass, the reality of the situation crashed down on him. He pushed her away gently, his eyes searching hers. "What's going on, Revathy?" he asked, his voice tight with tension.

Revathy knew she had to act fast. She leaned in, her breath hot against his neck. "It's nothing, darling," she whispered, her voice slurred slightly from the alcohol. "Just a long night of work. Let's go to bed."

Her hand slid down to his crotch, caressing him through his pants. "I missed you so much," she purred, her words dripping with honeyed sweetness. "Let me show you how much."

Alok's resolve wavered, his body responding to her touch despite his racing thoughts. He knew he should be mad, but the allure of her was too strong. He nodded, allowing her to lead him to their bedroom.


But as soon as she stepped away to use the washroom, he couldn't help himself. Her phone lay on the bedside table, the screen illuminating the darkness. He reached for it, his heart pounding. The message from Risabh was clear and unmistakable: "You're mine tonight, Revathy. I can't wait to taste your sweet victory."

He opened the attachments with trembling hands, and what he saw made his blood boil. Five photos of his wife with that snake. In each one, she was dressed more provocatively than the last, leaning into Risabh in a way that spoke of more than just friendship. The first three were of them at the party, their bodies close, their smiles too intimate for comfort. But it was the last two that sent a jolt of pure rage through him.

The fourth photo was a selfie, their faces so close that their cheeks were almost touching. Revathy's breasts were pushed up against Risabh's chest, and she had her hand raised in a peace sign. But it was the way her fingers spread, exposing every delicate fold of her silky armpit, that sent a shot of possessiveness through Alok. That was his territory, his to cherish and enjoy. Not for some greasy, lecherous pig to ogle.

The fifth and final picture was even more damning. It was clear Revathy was sitting on Risabh's lap, her legs dbangd over his thighs like she had every right to be there. His arms were around her waist, and their faces were flushed with drink and desire. The sight of it made Alok's stomach turn, his hands shaking with a mix of anger and betrayal.

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He tossed the phone aside, unable to look at it anymore. He paced the room, trying to figure out what to do. Confront her? Act like nothing was wrong? His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more destructive than the last. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had been played for a fool.

The house was eerily quiet, the only sound his own ragged breathing. He walked over to the bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest. He could smell the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air, mingling with the scent of the rain. It was a scent that usually brought him comfort, but tonight it felt like a taunt.

When he saw Revathy emerge from the bathroom, her hair still damp from the shower, he couldn't help but feel a jolt of desire. She was dressed in her usual nightgown, but the way it clung to her body made it seem more seductive than usual. She looked at him with a smile, but there was something in her eyes that told him she knew he was upset.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, her voice sweet and innocent.

Alok's jaw clenched as he nodded. "Yeah, just tired," he said, his eyes avoiding hers.



Revathy could feel the tension in the air, and she knew she had to act fast. She approached him, her hand sliding around his waist. "Let me help you relax," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm to his ragged nerves. She looked up at him with those doe-like eyes, her lips curving into a knowing smile.

Alok felt his resolve wavering. He wanted to demand answers, to confront her about the photos and messages, but the scent of her freshly washed skin and the warmth of her body was too much to resist. He allowed her to lead him to the bed, his thoughts a jumbled mess of anger and lust.

As they lay down, Revathy began to unbutton his pants, her eyes never leaving his. She could see the confusion and anger in his eyes, but she ignored it, focusing instead on the task at hand. She took his cock in her hand, stroking it gently. It grew hard under her touch, responding to the familiar caress despite his tumultuous emotions.

Alok's breath hitched, his mind racing with questions. What had she been doing with Risabh? Why was she acting so nonchalant about it? He should be furious, but instead, he was painfully aroused. He felt the betrayal in his gut, but his body was betraying him, craving her touch like a starved man craves food.



Revathy straddled him, her hips swaying gently as she took his cock in her mouth. Her eyes locked onto his, watching his reaction as she took him deeper. He groaned, his fists clenching the bedsheets. It was a dance they had performed countless times before, but tonight, it felt different. Dirtier. Like she was marking her territory, claiming him as hers in the face of the competition.

Finally, unable to bear the silence anymore, she pulled away and asked, "What's bothering you, Alok?" Her voice was sweet, but there was a hint of challenge in her eyes.

He swallowed hard, trying to find the words. "It's just...the way you've been acting tonight," he said, his voice strained. "And that photo...on your phone."

Revathy's eyes widened in surprise. "What photo?" she asked, feigning ignorance.

Alok sat up, his eyes blazing. "Don't play dumb with me, Revathy," he snapped. "The one of you and Risabh. It looked like you were more than just colleagues."

Revathy's heart was racing, but she maintained her cool façade. "It's just business, Alok," she said, her voice steady. "You know how these things look. It's all part of the job."

Alok's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of deceit. "But those messages..." he began, his voice trailing off.

Revathy sat up, straddling him, her breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. She took his hand and placed it on her chest, over her heart. "I swear to you, Alok," she said, her voice earnest. "It's just business. We're working on a big story, and we need to be close to get the information."

Alok felt his anger wavering. He knew she was a good journalist, one of the best. But the possessive way Risabh had looked at her, the way his hand had lingered on her body, it all painted a picture he didn't want to see. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on the woman in front of him, the woman he loved. "Okay," he said finally, his voice tight. "But be careful, Revathy. I don't want you to get hurt."

Revathy leaned down and kissed him, her eyes closed. "I will," she murmured, her voice sincere. "I promise."

Her mouth traveled down his body, kissing and licking his skin as she went. She could feel his tension dissipating with every touch, his body relaxing under her expert hands. When she reached his waistband, she slowly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, her movements deliberate and teasing. She pulled his pants down, his erection springing free, and took his cock in her hand, stroking it gently.


Alok's eyes were closed, his breath coming in short gasps as he felt her warm breath on his balls. He knew she was trying to distract him, but he couldn't help the wave of pleasure that washed over him. He felt her tongue trace the line between his balls and his thigh, and he gritted his teeth, trying to hold back a moan. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing just how much she affected him.

But as she took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking gently, he couldn't help it. The sensation was exquisite, and his body responded with a jolt of pure lust. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire, watching as she worked her magic. Her hair fell in soft waves around her face, framing the picture of innocence she painted as she teased him. It was a stark contrast to the fiery journalist he had seen earlier in the night, the one who had stirred his anger and jealousy.

Revathy could feel his tension dissolving with every suck, his body growing more pliant under her ministrations. She knew he was still suspicious, still hurt, but she was playing a dangerous game of seduction, and she was good at it. Her tongue flicked over his balls, tasting the saltiness of his skin, feeling the weight of his cock in her hand. She knew she had him now, knew she could lead him anywhere she wanted.


Alok's hands found her hair, gripping tightly as she took his cock into her mouth. He groaned, unable to hold back any longer. She could feel his excitement growing, his grip on her hair tightening, guiding her movements. She took him deeper, her throat constricting around his length, and he bucked his hips, thrusting into her mouth.

Finally, unable to contain himself, he pulled her up and lay her down on the bed. She lifted her nightgown, revealing her naked body to him, and he positioned himself between her legs, his cock throbbing with need. He didn't bother with sweet nothings or gentle caresses. Instead, he slammed into her, his movements rough and desperate.

"Does he fuck you like this, Revathy?" he growled, his voice thick with lust and anger. "Does he make you feel this good?" He didn't wait for an answer, pumping into her with a ferocity that surprised even him. Her body responded, her walls tightening around him, her moans filling the air.

Revathy's eyes widened with shock at his words, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that coursed through her. She bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut, trying to keep her thoughts from straying to Risabh's rough hands on her body. But the image was burned into her mind, and she found herself arching into Alok's thrusts, her body begging for more.

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Alok's words hung in the air, a dark cloud of possessiveness and jealousy. Revathy felt a jolt of excitement mixed with fear. She had never seen this side of him before, but the raw passion in his eyes was undeniable. She knew she had to play along if she wanted to keep the situation under control. "Risabh doesn't know how to touch me like this," she moaned, her voice strained with the effort of speaking while being fucked so roughly. "He couldn't make me feel like you do."

Alok's pace quickened, his hips slamming into hers with a ferocity that made the bedframe shake. "And what about his cock?" he asked, his voice a growl. "Is it bigger than mine?"

Revathy bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, it's definitely not the size that matters," she said, her voice breathless. "But if he were a big, black African with a ten-inch cock..." She trailed off, watching the possessive fury in Alok's eyes with a mix of excitement and fear.

Alok's grip on her hips tightened, his strokes growing more punishing. "And what would you do?" he ground out, his teeth clenched. "Would you let him?"

Revathy's eyes fluttered shut as she felt her orgasm building. "I might," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "If he promised me the story of a lifetime."

Alok's thrusts grew erratic, his breathing ragged. "But you're mine," he groaned, his voice strained with passion. "You're my wife."



Revathy leaned back, her eyes meeting his. "But what if I weren't?" she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "What if I were just another journalist, eager to get the story?"

Alok's eyes narrowed, his grip on her hips tightening even more. "You're mine," he said, his voice a low growl. "You'll always be mine."

Revathy felt a thrill at his possessiveness, her own arousal spiking at the thought of playing this dangerous game. She knew she had to tread carefully, but the temptation was too great. "But what if I weren't?" she teased, her voice a seductive purr. "What if Risabh had been some tall, dark, and handsome African man with a cock so big it could split me in two?"

Alok's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and desire. He knew she was pushing his buttons, but he couldn't help the rush of jealousy that flooded him. "Don't talk like that," he said, his voice strained. But his hips bucked upwards, his erection telling a different story.

Revathy couldn't resist the power she had over him. She leaned in, her breasts brushing against his chest. "What if he had taken me right there, in front of everyone?" she whispered, her voice a taunt. "Would you have liked watching me?"

Alok's breath hitched, and she could feel his cock swell even more. He was playing right into her hands, and she reveled in it. "Stop it," he grunted, his movements becoming more erratic. "You're mine."

Revathy moaned, the sound a mix of pleasure and challenge. "But what if I wasn't?" she asked, her voice a siren's call. "What if I had been taken by someone else, somewhere else?"

Alok's eyes searched hers, a tempest of emotions swirling within. "Did it?" he whispered, his voice a hoarse demand. "Did you let it happen?"

Revathy just smirked, enjoying the way his eyes darkened with desire. "You know I can't tell you that," she murmured, her hand stroking his thigh. "But let's just say, I've had some...interesting experiences."

Alok's cock twitched at the thought, and he knew he was losing the battle. "what about a threesome?" he managed to croak out, his voice strained. "With two men?"

Revathy leaned in closer, her breath hot against his skin. "Why not?" she whispered, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I've always been curious."

Alok felt his control slipping. The thought of his beautiful wife with another man, or even two, was both terrifying and exhilarating. "You would do that?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.

Revathy didn't answer directly. Instead, she leaned in and kissed him, her tongue dancing with his as she whispered, "Maybe I already have." The revelation was like gasoline on a smoldering flame. He could feel his anger and jealousy mixing with his desire, creating a heady cocktail of emotions.

"Your bachelorette party?" he murmured against her lips, his hand gripping her waist tightly.


Revathy pulled away, a devilish smile playing on her lips. "Maybe," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "It was a wild night. Who knows what could have happened?"

Alok's eyes narrowed, his grip on her tightening. "I want to know," he said, his voice a low growl. "Tell me everything."

Revathy took a deep breath, her heart racing. She had never seen this side of her husband, and she found it both thrilling and terrifying. "There's nothing to tell," she said, her voice a purr. "It's just business, I promise."

Alok's grip on her tightened, his knuckles white. "I don't like the way he looks at you," he said, his voice strained. "Or the way he touches you."

Revathy felt a strange thrill at his possessiveness. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help the way her body responded. "It's all for the story, darling," she said, her voice soothing. "You know I only have eyes for you."

Alok's grip loosened slightly, his chest still heaving. He searched her eyes, looking for the truth she knew she wasn't giving him. "I need to know," he said, his voice desperate. "Please, tell me you didn't do anything with him."

Revathy sighed, deciding to give him a small victory. "You came so quickly," she said, her voice filled with mock disappointment. "I was just getting started." She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "But since you're so tired, I suppose I can tell you what I wish had happened."


Alok's eyes widened, his curiosity piqued. He lay back against the pillows, his cock still semi hard despite his release. "What do you mean?"

Revathy's smile was a secretive one as she straddled him, her hand moving down to stroke him gently. "You were so intense, my love," she murmured. "I couldn't help but get carried away." Her hand moved faster, her eyes locked on his. "I was thinking about...about you watching me with someone else."

Alok's eyes widened, his breath hitching. He was drained, but her words had an immediate effect. "Revathy," he managed to say, his voice hoarse. "Don't play games with me."

But Revathy just chuckled, her hand still moving rhythmically. "Oh, but it's so much fun to watch you squirm," she whispered, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You know I always satisfy you, don't you?" She leaned down to kiss him, her breasts pressing against his chest. "And I did have an orgasm, my love," she murmured against his lips. "It was so intense, I could feel it in every part of my body."

Alok groaned, his cock swelling under her touch despite his earlier release. "You're playing with fire, Revathy," he warned, his voice strained.

"Maybe I am," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with challenge. "But you love it, don't you?" She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. "The thought of me with another man, letting him taste what's yours..."



Alok's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "I'm not sure what game you're playing," he growled, his hand gripping her wrist, "but it's not funny."

Revathy's smile remained unchanged, her eyes locked on his. "But it's not a game, my love," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "It's just me, exploring my wild side." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "And I know you love it, deep down."

Alok felt a surge of anger, but it was quickly doused by the rush of desire that flooded his veins. He knew she was right. He couldn't deny the thrill he felt when she talked about other men. It was a twisted, masochistic thrill, but it was there, undeniable. "But why?" he whispered, his voice tight with emotion. "Why do you need this?"

Revathy's eyes searched his, a hint of sadness in their depths. "Because it makes me feel alive, Alok," she said, her voice a gentle caress. "It's not about you, it's about me. And if it makes you feel like you're losing me, then maybe that's the price we both have to pay for this excitement."

Alok felt a knot form in his stomach. He didn't want to lose her, but he also didn't want to be a cuckold, living in the shadow of her fantasies. "But what if it goes too far?" he asked, his grip on her wrist tightening. "What if you get hurt?"


Revathy leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. "Trust me, Alok," she whispered, her eyes earnest. "It's just roleplay. In real life, I'm yours and only yours." She placed a soft kiss on his cheek, her hand moving to caress his chest. "But sometimes, a girl needs a little adventure, you know?"

Alok's grip on her tightened, his heart pounding in his chest. "Tell me the truth," he demanded, his voice strained. "Did he touch you tonight?"

Revathy took a deep breath, her eyes meeting his. "The only one who has touched me tonight," she said, her voice low and seductive, "is you." Her hand slid down to his erection, stroking it gently. "Do you need more proof than this?"

Alok's eyes searched hers, looking for any hint of deceit. But all he saw was the passion and love that had been between them since the day they met. He knew he had to trust her, had to believe that she was telling the truth. He nodded, his chest rising and falling with his ragged breaths. "Just tell me," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I need to know."

Revathy took his hand in hers, her eyes never leaving his. "Alok," she said, her voice steady and clear. "Before I met you, I had a wild life. But that was all before you. Since we've been together, I've been faithful." She brought his hand to her chest, pressing it over her heart. "You're the only one who's ever made me feel this way."


Alok searched her eyes, looking for the truth in the shadows. He wanted to believe her, needed to believe her. "But what about tonight?" he asked, his voice tight. "Did Risabh...touch you?"

Revathy took a deep breath, her hand still on his chest. "Only in your imagination," she said, her voice a purr. "But if it makes you feel better, I can tell you that no one has ever made me feel the way you do."

Alok felt a mix of anger and arousal at her words. "But what's your wildest secret?" he pressed, his voice a low growl. "What's the one thing you've never told me?"

Revathy leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "My wildest secret?" she murmured, her breath hot against his skin. "Well, I've never had a threesome."

Alok's eyes widened. "What?"

Revathy's smile grew wider. "I said, my wildest fantasy is a threesome," she repeated, her voice a sultry whisper. "With you and...an African man." She watched as the color drained from her husband's face.

Alok stared at her, his mind racing. "An...an African man?" he stammered, unable to comprehend what she was saying. "But why?"

Revathy leaned back on the bed, her eyes never leaving his. "Why not?" she said, her voice a tease. "They're...exotic, aren't they?" She watched as his eyes grew dark with desire and jealousy. "And I've always wondered what it would be like to have someone so...different inside me."


Alok felt his stomach clench, his mind reeling. "Is that what you want?" he asked, his voice hoarse. "To have another man in our bed?"

Revathy's smile grew more mischievous. "It's just a fantasy," she said, her hand sliding down to his erection. "But if it gets you going, then maybe we could explore it." She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate. "Would you like that?"

Alok's mind was racing. He didn't know if he was more turned on or disgusted by the thought. "What about you?" he managed to ask, his voice strained. "Do you really want that?"

Revathy looked at him, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I want what makes you happy," she whispered, her hand moving faster. "And if this makes you happy, then I'm all for it."

Alok couldn't believe what he was hearing. His mind was a tornado of emotions, spinning out of control. He knew he should be repulsed, but instead, he felt his cock swell in her hand. "But what if it goes too far?" he asked, his voice a mere rasp.

Revathy leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. "Then we'll know we're truly alive," she murmured, her eyes holding his. "But we're not there yet, my love." Her hand stilled, and she sat up, straddling him. "For now, let's just enjoy each other."

Alok's eyes searched hers, a storm of emotions brewing within. "But what if I want more?" he asked, his voice thick with need. "What if I want to know all your secrets?"




Revathy leaned back, her smile turning into a smirk. "And what if I tell you my naughtiest secret?" she challenged, her hand still wrapped around him. "Would you be able to handle it?"

Alok's eyes searched hers, his heart racing. "I want to know," he said, his voice steady despite his turmoil. "I need to know."

Revathy leaned in, her breath warm against his cheek. "You're right," she whispered. "But it's not about winning or losing, my love. It's about exploring the depths of our desire." She kissed him then, a kiss that was both sweet and filled with promise. Her hand slipped down his body, her fingers tracing the length of his cock, which was already hard and demanding.

Alok moaned into her mouth, his hands finding their way to her breasts. He knew he couldn't fight this, couldn't win this battle of wills. The excitement of the unknown was too much to resist. He kissed her back with a passion that was fueled by the jealousy and inadequacy that had been festering within him. His tongue danced with hers, a silent battle of dominance that she won with ease.

Finally, she pulled away, her eyes gleaming with victory. "But remember," she said, her voice a soft purr, "it's all just a game." She slid her hand down his chest, her nails lightly scbanging his skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "A game we play together."


The next day, as Revathy went about her morning routine, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. She knew that the call from Risabh was inevitable, and sure enough, it came as she was sipping her morning chai. She took a deep breath before answering, bracing herself for what was to come.

"Hello, gorgeous," Risabh's voice purred over the line. "I trust you enjoyed the little show I put on last night?"

Revathy rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her chai. "It was... enlightening," she said, her tone dry. "But I thought we were here to talk business, not play games."

Risabh chuckled. "Always the professional," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But you know how these things go. Business and pleasure often go hand in hand."

Revathy took a deep breath, trying to keep her cool. "And what kind of pleasure are we talking about?" she asked, her voice as sweet as honey.

Risabh's laugh was low and seductive. "Oh, I think you know," he said, his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. First things first. The minister has agreed to meet us tomorrow. But there's a catch."

Revathy's heart sank. "What catch?" she asked, her voice tight.

"He'll only meet with us in Delhi," Risabh replied, his tone casual.

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Please continue

[Strangerstf]

Sexy one
Waiting for next

[Twilight123]

Wow. Fantastic update bro.

[rp7575]

Excellent update hai bro continue karo best of luck

[kingqueenjoker]

There are around 3-4 episodes available but not sure if the audience is liking it.

[rp7575]

Bro please dont sex with revathy with afro nigro those are kill the story plot revathy are not slut she ia homely lady please that remind it and update regurly basis best of luck

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Oh my fuck... What a story... Keep it up... I want to see Revathi in Krish and Rishabh's arm , under their cock ,with them a threesome isn't a bad idea though.


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No threesome pls

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********Next Update*******


"I know," Risabh interrupted. "But sometimes you have to go the extra mile for a story, don't you?" His voice was a velvet caress that made her skin crawl. "But don't worry, I've taken care of everything. You just need to pack your bags and be ready to leave tonight."

Revathy's mind raced. "Tonight?" she exclaimed, her hand shaking as she gripped the phone tighter. "But what about Arun?"

Risabh chuckled. "Oh, he'll be fine with your sister in law," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "This is your chance to prove yourself, Revathy. Don't let a little thing like family get in the way of your ambition."
Revathy however was adamant that she needed couple of days atleast to go to delhi. Risabh though bit reluctant but agreed. risabh hunged the phone visibly bit disaapointed but assure her that someone junior from his office will talk to her regarding the details.

Her mind racing, Revathy knew she had to talk to Alok. She couldn't just disappear to Delhi without his consent, especially with the way things had been between them lately. She found him in the living room, staring at the TV with a distant look in his eyes. "Alok," she said softly, sitting down next to him. "We need to talk."

He turned to her, his eyes searching hers. "What is it, Revathy?" he asked, his voice tight with anticipation.

Revathy took a deep breath, the weight of her secret heavy on her chest. "I've been offered a chance to take my career to the next level," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "But it means I need to go to Delhi for a week."

Alok's eyes snapped to hers, surprise and suspicion swirling in their depths. "What kind of opportunity?" he asked, his tone guarded.

Revathy took a deep breath, steeling herself for his reaction. "The kind that doesn't come along often," she said, her voice firm. she instantly cooked up a story.
"I've been offered an exclusive interview with a high-profile politician, but it's all hush-hush. I have to leave right away."

Alok's eyes narrowed, and he turned to face her fully. "But how will you manage the flight tickets at such short notice?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Revathy paused, knowing she had to be careful. "It's all taken care of," she assured him, her voice calm and composed. "Risabh's office is handling it."

Alok nodded, but the worry didn't leave his eyes. "And what about Arun?" he asked, his voice cracking. "Who will take care of him?"

Revathy's heart clenched at the mention of their son. "she will stay with your sister. i will talk to nita," she said, her voice tight. "It's only for a couple of days."

Alok studied her for a moment, his eyes searching hers for any hint of deceit. "Okay," he said finally, his voice filled with resignation. "But you promise to be careful."

Revathy nodded, her heart racing. "I will," she said, leaning in to kiss him. "I promise."

The next morning, after dropping Arun off at her sister-in-law's, she dialed Krish's number. He picked up on the first ring, his voice groggy with sleep. "Hey, Revathy," he mumbled.

"Krish, I need you to do me a huge favor," she said, her voice urgent. "Risabh has set up a meeting with the minister in Delhi, and it's happening on day after tommorow. We need to be there."

Krish was silent for a moment, the sleep clearing from his voice. "Delhi?" he repeated, his tone skeptical. "What's so important about this meeting?"

Revathy took a deep breath, her mind racing. "It's...it's big, Krish," she said, her voice earnest. "This could be the story of our careers. We have to go."

Krish was still skeptical. "What's so urgent that you couldn't wait until i woke up ? "

"The minister agreed to meet us," Revathy said, her voice filled with excitement and urgency. "It's a huge opportunity, Krish. We can't miss this."

Krish rubbed his eyes, trying to fully wake up. "But why the rush?" he asked, his voice still thick with sleep. "Can't we wait for a better time?"

"No, we can't," Revathy insisted, her voice tight with urgency. "This is our chance to bring down the biggest fish in the pond, Krish. If we don't take it now, we might never get another one."

Krish sighed, his skepticism clear even over the phone. "Okay, fine," he relented, though his tone suggested he wasn't fully on board. "But I can't just drop everything and leave. I have to manage a few personal things."

Revathy felt a twinge of annoyance, but she knew she couldn't push him too hard. "I understand," she said, her voice carefully measured. "But the sooner you can come, the better."

"I'll be there by thursday evening," Krish assured her.

Revathy felt a mix of excitement and dread. She had lied to her husband and manipulated Krish into coming to Delhi for what was essentially a glorified book launch. But as she stepped into the bustling streets of the city, she knew that this was her chance to make a name for herself, to break free from the shackles of her mundane life. The hotel suite was already paid for, and the USB with the incriminating evidence was nestled safely in her bag. This was her moment.


As Revathy stepped into the hotel room, the faint scent of champagne tickled her nose. A bottle chilled on ice, nestled in a silver bucket, sat atop the pristine bedspread. A card with Risabh's signature scrawled across it read, "To a night of success and celebration." She knew it was his way of buttering her up, a ploy to keep her in his debt. But she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. It had been a while since anyone had pampered her like this. She picked up the phone to call him, her voice playfully stern. "Risabh, I know what you're up to," she said when he answered.

"Ah, but can you blame me?" he replied, his voice smoother than silk. "You're going to be the belle of the ball tonight, Revathy."

Revathy rolled her eyes despite the heat that crept up her neck. "And what does that entail?" she asked, trying to keep her voice light.

"Just be your charming self," Risabh said, his voice dripping with insincerity. "You'll know what to do when the time comes."

Revathy couldn't help but feel a knot in her stomach. She knew what Risabh was hinting at. The 'charm' he spoke of was a subtle way of saying she needed to seduce the minister for the story. But she had come too far to back down now. She took a deep breath and thanked him, hanging up the phone.

She took a moment to appreciate the opulence of the hotel suite. The plush carpet felt heavenly under her bare feet, and the chandelier cast a warm glow across the room. But the champagne remained untouched, a silent reminder of the game she was playing. With a sigh, she picked up her phone to call her sister-in-law, ensuring Arun was settling in well. Nita's cheerful voice washed over her, filling her with guilt for the deceit she was about to embark on.

Once the call ended, Revathy turned her attention to the evening's event. She had to be on top of her game, not just for the story but to navigate the minefield that was Risabh's intentions. She slipped into a sleek black dress that hugged her curves, leaving little to the imagination. The neckline was low, and the hemline high, a silent declaration of her willingness to play the part. As she applied her makeup, she practiced her seductive smile in the mirror, a mask to hide the turmoil within.

When she arrived at the Indian Cultural Center, the place was ablaze with lights and buzzing with the chatter of the elite. The air was thick with the scent of money and power, and she could feel the eyes of the men in the room appraising her. She spotted Risabh across the room, surrounded by a group of sycophantic admirers. He caught her eye and sent her a knowing smile, raising his glass in a toast.


Her heart raced as she made her way through the crowd, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She had to admit, the dress was working. Heads turned as she passed, and she could feel the heat of desire in their gazes. It was empowering and terrifying all at once.

Revathy spotted the minister across the room, his piercing eyes scanning the crowd. He was an older man, with a belly that suggested he enjoyed his power a little too much. But he had the aura of someone who was used to getting what he wanted. She took a deep breath and approached him, her smile plastered firmly in place.

"Minister Khyam," she greeted, her voice a silky purr. He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her ample cleavage and bare thigh. "It's an honor to finally meet you."

The minister took her hand, his grip firm and a little too long. "Ah, the lovely Revathy," he said, his smile revealing a hint of something predatory. "I've heard so much about you. It's hard to believe you're a mother. You look like you could still turn a few heads."

Revathy felt a shiver run down her spine at his double entendre, but she held her ground. "Thank you, Minister," she said, her voice still sugary sweet. "But I'm here for more than just my looks." She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "I have something that might be of interest to you."

The minister's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp and assessing. "And what might that be?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.

SUMMARY^1: Revathy navigates the event, using her alluring attire to draw attention, and successfully approaches the minister, using a combination of charm and subtle suggestion to pique his interest in her 'offer'.

Revathy pulled out the USB stick from her clutch, holding it between her fingers like a weapon. "Evidence," she said, her voice clear and firm. "Evidence that could change the course of the election."

The minister's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with greed. "And what exactly is this evidence?" he asked, his voice a dangerous whisper.

Revathy leaned in, her breasts almost spilling out of her dress. "It's a little... collection," she said, her voice low and seductive. "Of their indiscretions. And trust me, it's explosive."

The minister's grip on her hand tightened, his eyes greedy. "Show me," he breathed, his voice thick with desire.

Revathy's heart raced as she slid the USB into his palm. "This is just a taste. this usb has only few names and documents to keep you interestedr," she purred, her other hand brushing against his thigh. "But I'm sure you'll want more."

The minister's eyes flicked down to her hand, and he couldn't resist the urge to lean in closer. "What do you want in return?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.

Revathy met his gaze, her own eyes glinting with the excitement of the hunt. "A favor," she said, her voice a soft purr. "A small one. Just a little...push in the right direction for my next article and complete immunity for me and a colleague of mine."

The minister's smile grew even wider, and he leaned back in his chair, his hand still gripping the USB tightly. "Ah, I see," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You want to play the game, do you?"


Revathy held his gaze, her heart racing. "I want to win," she said, her voice firm. "And I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

The minister chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "I like your spirit," he said, his voice a caress. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves." He gestured to Risabh, who had been watching the exchange with a smug smile. "Why don't you let Mr. Chaudhary explain the terms of our little arrangement?"

Risabh stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with victory. "As the minister said," he began, his voice oily. "This is a serious matter, and we need to make sure we're all on the same page." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "The meeting tomorrow will be just the beginning. You'll need to be prepared to give him...what he needs."

The minister nodded, his gaze flicking between the two of them. "My office, 10 AM sharp," he said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Revathy nodded, her heart racing. She knew what was expected of her now. revathy was feeling the heat and pressure. The dress she had chosen for the event was tight and revealing, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. She had practiced her seductive glances and flirtatious smiles in the mirror before leaving home, knowing that she would need every weapon in her arsenal to get what she wanted.


As the party wound down, she found an opportunity to slip away from the minister's side. She excused herself, her heart racing as she made her way to the bathroom. She took a moment to collect herself, checking her makeup and smoothing her hair. When she emerged, Risabh was waiting for her, his eyes raking over her body in a way that made her skin crawl.

"Good job, Revathy," he said, his voice low and smug. "Now, let's go celebrate."

Revathy forced a smile, her stomach in knots. She knew what he was implying, but she had come too far to back down now. "I'd love to," she said, her voice light and flirty. "But I should get some rest. It's been a long day."

Risabh leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Don't disappoint me, Revathy," he whispered, his voice filled with both promise and threat. "You know what you have to do." He kissed her cheek and disappeared back into the crowd, leaving her to navigate the minefield of social obligations.

Revathy felt the weight of the USB in her bag, a constant reminder of the deal she had struck. She mingled with the guests, her smile never faltering, her eyes always searching for an escape. As the night grew later, the anticipation of what was to come in Risabh's hotel room grew stronger. She knew she had to play this game, to keep her son safe, her sacred marriage intact and her career on track. But she was determined not to let him win.


Risabh's eyes never left hers as he pushed her onto the bed, his movements swift and decisive. The plush comforter enveloped her, a stark contrast to the coldness of his gaze. He hovered over her, his breath hot and ragged, as his hand traveled up her body, lingering at her navel. The sudden wetness of his tongue sent a jolt through her, and she gasped as he began to lick and bite the sensitive skin there. Her body responded despite her mind's protests, her nipples hardening and her legs involuntarily spreading apart.

Revathy's voice was shaky as she asked, "Do you have a condom?" It was both a question and a plea, a last-ditch effort to maintain some semblance of control in this twisted game.

Risabh's eyes flicked up to hers, his smile turning predatory. "No," he said, his voice low and hungry. "I've always wanted to fuck you raw, Revathy." His tongue continued to explore her navel, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "From the moment I saw you on that flight with your little boy, I knew I had to have you bare."

Revathy's stomach clenched, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through her. She had never been with a man without protection, and the thought of it now made her pulse race. But she knew better than to argue with Risabh. He was a man who always got what he wanted, and she had played right into his hands.



He moved his mouth to her breasts, his teeth grazing the hardened peaks over her strapless bra. She arched her back, a whimper escaping her lips. His hands were everywhere, his touch both rough and gentle, leaving her trembling. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh, thick and insistent. Despite her reservations, she found herself wanting him, needing him to fill the void that alok or even Naginder had so cruelly created.

"I'm not on the pill," she murmured, trying to find a way out of this situation. "And I can't risk it for a story, Risabh."

Risabh's eyes narrowed, and he sat up, his expression a mix of annoyance and desire. "You're playing with fire, Revathy," he warned, his voice low and serious. "But if that's your concern, I'll pull out. You're not going to get pregnant."

Revathy felt a spark of hope, clutching at the small victory. "Promise?" she asked, trying to keep her voice light despite the heaviness in her chest.

Risabh leaned in, his voice a seductive whisper. "I promise," he said, his breath hot against her skin. "But you have to promise me something in return."

Revathy's heart skipped a beat. What more could he possibly want from her? "What?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.



Risabh leaned back, his eyes gleaming. "You have to promise me that you'll give me your all," he said, his voice a velvet purr. "That you'll be the best little slut you can be for the minister." His hand slid down her stomach, his fingers tracing the waistband of her panties. "Can you do that, Revathy?"

Revathy felt a mix of anger and despair. She knew she had to buy time, to find a way out of this. So she played along, her voice light and teasing. "Oh, I'm not worried about that," she said, her hand reaching down to cup his cock through his pants. "But what if I get...distracted?" She gave him a knowing smile, her thumb brushing the tip of his shaft. "What if I forget to tell you when to pull out?"

Risabh's eyes narrowed, his hand moving to her wrist, stilling her movements. "You won't," he said, his voice firm. "Because if you do, I'll make sure you never work in this city again." His grip tightened, a silent warning. "Now, get on your knees."

Revathy felt a cold chill run down her spine, but she complied. She had to keep playing the game, keep looking for an escape. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "Fine," she said, her voice a mocking purr. "But if I do get pregnant, I'll name the baby after the most powerful person in the room that night."


Risabh chuckled, pouring a line of champagne along her neck, watching it trickle down to her armpit. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick the bubbly liquid from her skin. The sensation was strange, both repulsive and oddly erotic. She had never thought of herself as someone who enjoyed such kinks, but here she was, playing along.

Suddenly the phone rang...the rhythm of risabh's game got disrupted!!

[kingqueenjoker]

Tech save folks...can you please ping me personally.i need gen Ai to generate some images of revathy.

[Twilight123]

Nice update.

[kingqueenjoker]

Risabh ignored the phone call, his eyes never leaving hers. He resumed his decadent play, the line of champagne trailing down her neck to her collarbone. He watched as the bubbles popped against her skin, the golden liquid shimmering in the dim light. His tongue followed the path, and he felt a thrill as she shivered under his touch.

With a smirk, he continued his ministrations, moving to her armpits. The sweetness of the alcohol mingled with the musky scent of her arousal, and he groaned in appreciation. His tongue flicked out, tracing the delicate skin, tasting the faint saltiness of her sweat. Revathy's eyes widened in shock, but she couldn't deny the sensation that shot through her body, the strange mix of repulsion and excitement.

Risabh pulled away, his gaze locked with hers. "How old was the youngest man to fuck you, Revathy?" he asked, his voice a low purr. "Or perhaps I should say, the least experienced?"

Revathy's cheeks flushed, the question hitting a nerve. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "What does it matter?" she retorted, her voice icy. "My age isn't what's on the table here, is it?"

SUMMARY^1: Risabh disregards a phone call and continues his erotic teasing with champagne, focusing on Revathy's neck and armpits, which evokes a mix of disgust and excitement from her. He then asks a provocative question about her past sexual partners, aiming to unsettle and dominate her.

Risabh chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, but it does," he said, his tongue flicking out to catch a stray drop of champagne. "Because, my dear, experience is a powerful aphrodisiac." His hand slid down her body, stopping at her panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled it slightly down, exposing her wet, small triangular hairy patch on pussy. "And I aim to be the best you've ever had."

Revathy's breath hitched as he leaned in, his tongue sliding along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He paused at the juncture, his breath hot and moist, before moving to her armpit again. The sensation was maddening, her body torn between the desire to push him away and pull him closer. He lapped at her, his tongue swirling around her nipple over her bra, before he moved back to tip of her her pussy.

"Tell me, Revathy," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Am I the oldest man who's ever tasted this sweet nectar?" His teeth grazed her skin, sending a shiver through her body.

Revathy felt a flash of anger, but she knew better than to show it. Instead, she offered a seductive smile. "You're certainly not the youngest," she purred, her voice dripping with insinuation. "But I have a thing for experienced men."

Risabh's eyes darkened with lust, his hand moving to her panties again. "So, my instinct was right," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "You do have a taste for the older, more... dominant type." His fingers slid beneath the fabric, teasing her clit.


Revathy's breath hitched as she felt his touch. "I prefer experience," she said, her voice strained. "But I've had my fair share of younger men, too."

Risabh's hand paused, his eyes flicking up to hers. "Really?" He smirked. "How young?" His fingers began to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles, making her squirm.

Revathy gritted her teeth, trying to keep her cool. "Young enough to remember their names," she said, her voice a challenge. "But old enough to know what they're doing."

Risabh chuckled, his hand moving faster. "How delightful," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "But none of them have ever made you feel like this, have they?" His voice was a low purr, a dark promise of what was to come.

Revathy couldn't deny the truth in his words. No one had ever touched her like this, with such a blend of tenderness and cruelty. She felt her anger giving way to a white-hot need, a need she had never admitted to herself. "What do you want from me?" she breathed, her body arching into his touch.

Risabh leaned back, his eyes never leaving hers. "Everything," he said, his voice a dark whisper. "I want to own you, Revathy. I want to feel you scream my name when I fill every inch of you." He leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a brutal kiss. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, claiming her, as his hand slid into her panties, his fingers delving into her wetness.



Revathy felt a mix of fear and excitement, his words a heady aphrodisiac. She had never been talked to like this before, never been treated like a mere object of desire. But as his fingers curled inside her, she couldn't help but feel a thrill, a wild, primal need that she hadn't felt in a long time. She pushed back against his hand, her hips moving in time with his strokes.

Risabh pulled away, his eyes raking over her body. "You're so beautiful, Revathy," he murmured, his voice a soft caress. "Especially this," he said, his thumb tracing the outline of her triangular patch of hair.

Revathy felt a blush creep up her neck, her heart racing. She had always been self-conscious about her body hair, especially in the bedroom. "It's just... I didn't know you'd notice," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Risabh's smile grew, his eyes never leaving hers. "Of course I noticed," he said, his voice low and seductive. "It's like a secret garden, just waiting to be explored." His thumb moved in gentle circles around the patch, his touch feather-light. "You're so beautiful, Revathy. Don't ever be embarrassed by what makes you unique."

SUMMARY^1: Risabh's dominant behavior and skilled touch overwhelm Revathy, making her feel desired and owned. He praises her unique beauty, particularly her unshaved pussy, which he compares to a secret garden, making her feel self-conscious but also special and desired.

The doorbell rang, piercing the intimate moment. Relief flooded through Revathy as she realized it was the food they had ordered. It was the perfect distraction, a way to collect herself before she did something she might regret. She started to get up, but Risabh's hand shot out, his fingers digging into her belly. "Let me," he said, his voice still a purr.

Her heart racing, she watched as he sauntered to the door, his erection bobbing with each step. She couldn't believe he was leaving her like this, so exposed and vulnerable. But she knew better than to argue. As he opened the door, the waiter's eyes flickered to her, taking in her nakedness before quickly looking away. Risabh took the food from him, his hand lingering on her navel, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Thank you," he said, his voice oozing with a confidence that made her stomach twist. He paid the waiter and closed the door, his eyes never leaving hers. "You know," he said, his tone conversational, "I think you should stay just like this while I eat."

Revathy felt a mix of embarrassment and anger. "Risabh, please," she begged, trying to cover herself with her hands. But he just chuckled, his thumb circling her navel.

"You're so beautiful, Revathy," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Why would I want to hide you?" He turned to the waiter, a smug smile on his face. "Thank you for your service," he said, handing the man a generous tip. "We won't be needing anything else."



The waiter nodded, his eyes lingering on Revathy's naked body before he quickly averted his gaze. Risabh closed the door, leaving her feeling more exposed than ever. He brought the food to the bed, the aroma of spices filling the room. "I ordered your favorite," he said, his voice still low and seductive. "But I think you've already had the main course."

Revathy's cheeks flushed with anger and humiliation. "This isn't funny, Risabh," she snapped, trying to sit up. But he pushed her back down, his hand sliding down to her still-damp pussy. "I want you to remember this moment," he said, his eyes dark with intent. "Remember that you're mine."

He pulled out a condom from the bedside drawer, tearing it open with his teeth. "But don't worry," he said, his voice mocking. "We'll save the bareback for the minister." He rolled it on, his cock glistening with pre-cum.

Revathy closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable. At least he had agreed to use protection, she thought, a small victory in this twisted game. The waiter's face flashed in her mind, a reminder of the humiliation she had just endured. But she pushed it aside, focusing instead on the anger that burned within her.

"Get on your hands and knees," Risabh ordered, his voice like a whip cracking in the air. She felt a shiver of fear run down her spine, but she knew better than to argue. With a resigned sigh, she complied, the soft mattress cushioning her knees.

SUMMARY^1: Risabh flaunts his control over the situation, making Revathy feel used and exposed. He teases her about saving bareback sex for the minister, reinforcing the transactional nature of their encounter. Despite her humiliation, she focuses on anger and complies with his command to get on all fours.

He positioned himself behind her, his hand firmly gripping her hip. "You know, Revathy," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear, "you really do look like a bitch in heat."

Revathy felt a strange mix of anger and arousal at his words. Despite being a loving mother and a faithful wife, she couldn't deny the dark thrill that coursed through her veins. She had never been talked to like this before, never been treated like an object of lust so openly. It was wrong, she knew, but she found herself craving more.

Risabh pulled down her panties, revealing her ass to the cool air of the room. He took a moment to admire her, his eyes lingering on the curve of her cheeks before he leaned in and whispered, "Such a beautiful ass, Revathy. any guy will crave to fuck it."

Revathy felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. It was as if he had reached into the darkest corner of her mind and pulled out her most forbidden desires. Despite her inner turmoil, she couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her body. His hand came down hard on her left cheek, the smack echoing in the quiet room. She gasped, her eyes widening with shock. But she also felt a strange thrill, her pussy growing wetter with each passing second.

"I've never been spanked before," she murmured, her voice shaky.



Risabh's eyes glinted with amusement. "Really?" He said, his hand coming down again, this time on her right cheek. The sting was sharp, but the sound of his hand connecting with her flesh was strangely satisfying. "Well, there's a first time for everything."

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Now, guess," he whispered, his cock nudging against her entrance. "Will it be your tight sexy ass or your greedy cunt?"

Revathy's heart raced. The vulgarity of his words only served to fuel her desire. "I don't know," she breathed, her voice shaky with anticipation. "Surprise me."

Risabh chuckled darkly. "Very well," he murmured, his hand moving to the base of his cock. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her pussy. "But remember, you asked for this."

Revathy felt a rush of wetness, her body betraying her. "I didn't ask for any of this," she hissed, trying to sound defiant. But the truth was, she was enjoying the thrill of the unknown, the dangerous edge that Risabh brought to the encounter. She could feel the tip of his cock pushing against her, the pressure building.

With one swift move, he plunged into her, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made her cry out.



The phone's ringing echoed through the room, a jarring interruption to the tension that had been building between them. Risabh's eyes narrowed, but before he could react, Revathy took the opportunity to slip away. She practically sprinted to the bathroom, her heart racing in her chest. The cool tile felt like a lifeline, grounding her as she leaned against the sink. She took deep breaths, trying to regain her composure. She had to get out of this situation, had to find a way to maintain her dignity and keep her job.

With trembling hands, she splashed cold water on her face, the shock of the chill sending a shiver down her spine. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, willing herself to calm down. The sound of the bedroom door opening made her jump, and she quickly composed herself, taking one last deep breath before walking out.

Risabh was still on the phone, his voice a low murmur as he paced the room. She took advantage of the momentary distraction to slip back into her dress, the fabric feeling foreign against her now-sensitive skin. As he hung up, she looked at him with a smug smile, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction that she had managed to avoid complete submission.

"Where were we?" she asked, her voice light and airy, as if they had merely been discussing the weather.

SUMMARY^1: The phone's ringing provides a momentary distraction, allowing Revathy to escape Risabh's grasp and compose herself in the bathroom. She returns to the room with a facade of calm, though her heart races with fear and arousal. She slips back into her dress and tries to regain control of the situation with a nonchalant question.


Risabh's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. He knew she was toying with him, but he couldn't deny the thrill it brought him. "You're playing a dangerous game, Revathy," he said, his voice low and menacing.

Revathy shrugged, the smug smile never leaving her face. "Aren't we all?" she replied, her voice as sweet as honey. She knew she had to keep him guessing, to keep the power in her grasp as much as possible. She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed demurely. "So, what's next in our little...arrangement?"

Risabh's expression grew dark, the mood in the room shifting like a storm cloud. He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "We're done for tonight," he said, his voice clipped. He stood up, his hand reaching for his phone, which had been ringing incessantly. "There's been a...complication."

Revathy watched as he took the call, his face growing paler with each passing second. She couldn't make out the words, but the tone was enough to tell her that whatever was happening, it wasn't good. He paced out of the room in hurry, his free hand raking through his hair. The champagne bottle lay forgotten on the bedside table, the bubbles slowly dying out.

A strange sense of amusement bubbled up within her. She had allowed him to taste her, to think he had won, but she had ultimately escaped the full brunt of his depravity. It was a metaphor for the situation she found herself in - dancing on the edge of a cliff, always one step away from falling. But she wasn't going to let that happen. Not without a fight.

Revathy took a deep breath, letting the sound of the storm outside muffle the pounding of her heart. She had played along, let him believe he had control, but she had kept her cards close to her chest.

Her hand slipped under her dress, her fingers finding their way to the wetness that had been growing since he had first touched her. The need to cum was almost unbearable, a physical ache that resonated through her body. But she knew that giving in to her desires here, in this place, would be a mistake. It wasn't her bed, and she wasn't alone.

Revathy slammed the door shut behind her, the sound echoing through the empty hallway. She had to get out of there, had to get away from these sleezy moments. Her legs felt like jelly as she stumbled towards the elevator, her hand still between her legs, trying to ease the ache. The ride down was a blur, the lights flickering as the storm outside raged on. She couldn't get the image of Risabh's smug face out of her mind, his eyes filled with the satisfaction of a man who knew he had won.

The moment she stepped into the rain-soaked street, the cool drops on her skin brought her back to reality. She had to compose herself, had to get home. The city looked like a different place, the usual bustle replaced by a tense silence, the buildings looming like giants in the tempest. She hailed a taxi, her heart racing as she gave the driver her address. The car ride was a blur, the wipers fighting a losing battle against the downpour.

Once back in hotel room, she stumbled into the shower, the hot water cascading down her body as she tried to scrub away the feel of his touch. But no matter how hard she washed, she couldn't shake the feeling of his hands on her, his breath on her neck, his cock inside her. She felt dirty, used, and she didn't know if she could ever look at herself in the mirror again.

[StoryReader1]

Please continue

[EvilStone]

Hey! great work, but wasn't she working in an insurance firm in original story.
and husband is supposed to outside India.

[kingqueenjoker]

Hey! great work, but wasn't she working in an insurance firm in original story.
and husband is supposed to outside India.

No change has been made to the story.
Please go through the updates it will give you the explanation.


I am collaborating with the original author....we have our creative difference...but basic structure of plot and character will stay the same.

[Strangerstf]

Didn't know she would just give away herself just like that.

[kingqueenjoker]

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