Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

[chellaporukki]

Yes. let them do some sex in open.

[damien123456]

Hello, hope you are well. I noticed that there have been no updates on weekends. you are busy with work, I understand. However, I humbly request that you post updates on Saturday nights. The reason simple: your updates have hindered my New Year's resolution of abstaining. Initially, I thought I could stop after the weekend by reading your updates, but since you post them on weekdays, kept postponing. Consequently, I failed in January. I hoped to start again in February, but your weekday updates continued. Therefore, please post regular updates on Saturday nights so I can limit myself once a week. Thank you.

[drlund]

Hello, hope you are well. I noticed that there have been no updates on weekends. you are busy with work, I understand. However, I humbly request that you post updates on Saturday nights. The reason simple: your updates have hindered my New Year's resolution of abstaining. Initially, I thought I could stop after the weekend by reading your updates, but since you post them on weekdays, kept postponing. Consequently, I failed in January. I hoped to start again in February, but your weekday updates continued. Therefore, please post regular updates on Saturday nights so I can limit myself once a week. Thank you.

[Vikramvines]

Shipra some how liked Patode despite tht she didn't surrender easily... On the other hand she doesn't hv a single interest on Toppo at all.. So it will b interesting to see how Toppo will take Shipra on bed without blackmailing..although if this happens the story will go to the next level.. but unfortunately it is not possible for the writer to create such situation as it would b quite a big challenge for him..
G. B. U

[Thilka]

Update

[fuckandforget]

Only if shipra is drugged, others can take her.

[damien123456]

Only if shipra is drugged, others can take her.

Well brother, you're right that the only way for Shipra to be used by others is she is drugged, I don't think Suraj would do. As far as the story goes, Patode has so much pride and arrogance over his sexual prowess that he would try to manipulate Shipra to be with others. Moreover, if Suraj wanted to do what you said he could have done that in the chapters of "Magical Wand" and Sunday Night where patode bedded Namatha. Read that, bro. Alok and Patode had a chance to use Shipra there, but Suraj did not do that.

Personally, I don't want Shipra to be used like whore in the streets by Patode and others. If the story goes that way, I may stop reading it because in this forum most of the stories go in that direction, making a family woman cheat on her husband first and then spread her legs to others.

[eslx1212]

Let us not forget that it is not disclosed whether the officer who took charge before the DGP for Ambruj is a man or a woman. So there could be the introduction of another sexy woman, we do not know now. Is there going to be a new episode tomorrow?

[hotandluking]

Only if shipra is drugged, others can take her.

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[Vikramvines]

Let us not forget that it is not disclosed whether the officer who took charge before the DGP for Ambruj is a man or a woman. So there could be the introduction of another sexy woman, we do not know now. Is there going to be a new episode tomorrow?

O man.. Even I didn't notice this.. Wht a keen eye you have.. Salute...

[Suraj76626]

Only if shipra is drugged, others can take her.

 Not drugs No Blackmail... stick around to find out

[Suraj76626]

Shipra some how liked Patode despite tht she didn't surrender easily... On the other hand she doesn't hv a single interest on Toppo at all.. So it will b interesting to see how Toppo will take Shipra on bed without blackmailing..although if this happens the story will go to the next level.. but unfortunately it is not possible for the writer to create such situation as it would b quite a big challenge for him..
G. B. U

[Suraj76626]

Hello, hope you are well. I noticed that there have been no updates on weekends. you are busy with work, I understand. However, I humbly request that you post updates on Saturday nights. The reason simple: your updates have hindered my New Year's resolution of abstaining. Initially, I thought I could stop after the weekend by reading your updates, but since you post them on weekdays, kept postponing. Consequently, I failed in January. I hoped to start again in February, but your weekday updates continued. Therefore, please post regular updates on Saturday nights so I can limit myself once a week. Thank you.

 Sorry to hear that my friend but depending on others to fulfill your new year resolution doesn't it beat the whole concept of a having resolution????   The simpler way would be visiting porn sites on Saturdays only. Try it.

[Suraj76626]

Understood, but what I truly meant was, it would not be an ordeal unless Shipra starts sleeping with other men forcibly as she is sleeping with Patode with consent. So her ordeal would not begin unless she is blackmailed into it. She is not a person who would sleep for promotion or her own benefit. 
With Patode its different because with help of Namrata he broke her resolve. Others would not have that luxury so it would be interesting to see how it would an ordeal esp with Toppo with out blackmail as obviously every one want the first time to be epic and an ordeal rather than a romantic one.

~RCF

Shipra's ordeal has already started. The tussle she is experiencing between desire and duty is already an ordeal for her. But her real ordeal will soon start.

[blackedlover123]

Update when??

[Suraj76626]

Update when??

By 10:00 PM

[Suraj76626]

Chapter 30: An Illusion of Escape: Part 1

In the after hours of the evening, the corner cabin of Human resources department in the Zonal controlling office of Pragati Bank, echoed with the sound of muffled cries and ragged breathing.

"Ahhhh... Ahhhhhh... Not so rough, sir… Pleaseee…" the young woman whimpered, her voice strained, a mix of pain and reluctant pleasure escaping her lips.

"Shut up and take it like the desperate little slut you are," Toppo growled, his voice low and dripping with menace. The woman lay bent over his desk, her body trembling under his overpowering grip. Her salwar was pooled around her ankles, while her panties were tugged down just enough to expose her. His cock plunged into her with rough, relentless thrusts, the desk creaking beneath the force of his movements. Toppo's hands gripped her wrists tightly, pinning them behind her back and arching her body toward him in a position that left her entirely at his mercy. His every movement was calculated, each thrust designed to remind her of the control he wielded- not just over her body, but over her entire future.

"You want me to reconsider your transfer, don't you?" he hissed into her ear, his tone mocking and cruel. "Because if you don't, I could easily start a disciplinary action against you for insubordination and send you to the most remote, godforsaken corner of this state. But if you keep me happy..." His voice trailed off, leaving the unspoken promise hanging in the air like a noose.

The woman, her face pressed against the cold surface of the desk, bit her lip to stifle her cries. Tears brimmed in her eyes, but she forced herself to endure, knowing she had no other choice.

Toppo, was at it again. Ever since he became the head of Human resource, many women had fallen victim to his schemes—coerced through promises of favorable postings or blackmailed with the threat of investigations into minor indiscretions. He wielded power like a weapon, preying on those desperate enough to comply.
Today’s target was no different. Transferred to a desolate branch far from her family, she had come seeking leniency. What she found instead was a devil in a suit, offering salvation at the steepest price.

Toppo’s lust had been simmering all morning, ignited by the explicit videos sent by Patode. The clips of Shipra, writhing and moaning under Patode’s control, had driven him to the brink of madness. He was horny all day shagging multiple times but when a second, much longer and more graphic video containing a threesome was sent by Patode this morning along with his plan, one that promised not only Shipra’s complete submission but also Toppo’s ultimate revenge against Alok., Toppo’s arousal surged, and his need became unbearable.

Luck, or rather his calculated manipulation, had provided the perfect outlet. The woman before him was more desperate than he had anticipated, agreeing to his depraved proposition without much resistance.

"Good girl," Toppo sneered, his voice dripping with contempt as he continued his rough movements. "You’ll get your cushy posting, but only if you make this worth my while."

Toppo’s grip tightened as he drove himself deeper, his eyes glazed with a mix of lust and dark ambition. In his mind, it wasn’t the desperate woman sprawled out before him—it was Shipra. Every cry, every shuddering moan fueled his depraved fantasies, intensifying his pace.

“Soon, Shipra… very soon,” he murmured under his breath, his voice low and guttural. “You’ll be right here, bent over this desk, just like this bitch, your married cunt wrapped around my dick. I’ll ruin you. And that wimp, Alok, will watch helplessly as I claim you, as I make you mine in every way possible. I'll make him a cuck, forced to clean up my mess. Every time I fill you up, I’ll make him lick my cum right off you, watch him choke on his misery. Seeing his loyal wife begging me for more, moaning my name in pleasure, he'll realize he messed with a wrong man, and my revenge will be complete. ”

The woman beneath him whimpered, her pleas barely audible as her face pressed harder against the desk.
“No more… no more, sir… please…” she choked out, her body shaking from the relentless assault.
But Toppo was lost in his twisted reverie. His hands roamed roughly over her back, gripping her shoulders as he leaned in, his hot breath brushing against her ear.

His movements grew more brutal, fuelled by the dark pleasure of his imaginings. The woman beneath him sobbed softly, her muffled cries absorbed by the cold, uncaring walls of the office. She was nothing more than a vessel for his power trip, a pawn in the grander scheme he had orchestrated in his mind.

The room reeked of sweat and domination, a silent witness to yet another act of vile exploitation. Each thrust, each whispered obscenity, was a testament to Toppo’s insatiable hunger for control and his boundless corruption.

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Earlier in the day....

Sitting alone in her cabin, Shipra felt the weight of exhaustion pressing down on her. The dull hum of office chatter beyond the closed door barely registered in her mind as she stared blankly at the stack of files on her desk. Her thoughts, however, were miles away, lost in the chaos of emotions swirling within her.

She had crossed a line. Not just any line, but one so deeply ingrained within her that she had never even considered approaching it, let alone stepping over it. And yet, here she was—on the other side. There was no undoing what had happened, no erasing the way she had given in so completely, surrendering to Patode with a reckless abandon that defied everything she had once believed about herself.

But it wasn’t just the act itself that haunted her. It wasn’t just the betrayal, the infidelity, or the crude reality of what she had done. What truly unsettled her—what sent a thrill of fear rippling down her spine—was the way it made her feel.

The freedom. The sheer, intoxicating exuberance she had felt in those stolen moments with Patode.
With him, she wasn’t just Shipra, the dutiful wife, the responsible mother, the respectable bank manager who always followed the rules. With him, she had become someone else entirely—someone uninhibited, raw, driven purely by desire. She had let herself go in ways she never had before, given in to urges she had buried for years, and the worst part was… she had loved it.

That terrified her more than anything.

Because if she could enjoy something so forbidden, if she could crave it even now, long after it was over—then who was she really?

Had she been lying to herself all these years? Was the woman she had always thought she was just a façade, a carefully crafted version of herself built to meet the expectations of her marriage, her family, and society?
And if that was the case… then who was she becoming now?

The thought sent a shiver of uncertainty through her. After ending her torrid affair with Viresh, Shipra had started a new life with Alok making the right choices, the safe choices, yet here she was, standing at the precipice of something dangerous, something exhilarating, something that could shatter everything she had built.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to pull away or dive deeper.

And then, there was the guilt. The suffocating, inescapable guilt of betraying Alok.

No matter how inconsiderate he had been, no matter how many of her wishes and needs he had overlooked, Alok was still her husband. The father of her child. The man who had accepted her without question, never prying into her past, never judging her because of it. She had once thought of that as love, as security. But now, after what she had done, after what she had allowed to happen, she wasn’t sure what to call it anymore.

Her fingers idly traced the edge of her desk as her mind wavered between reason and reckless passion. Because no matter how much she tried to suppress it, she couldn’t deny the thrill coursing through her veins. She felt alive again. Patode had awakened something within her—something dark, dangerous, and utterly intoxicating. He was everything Alok wasn’t: attentive, assertive, an unrelenting lover who made her feel desired in ways she had long forgotten. The feeling of being desired again, being valued and craved was overwhelming the guilt she was feeling towards her infidelity.

But at what cost?

The very thing she had justified this affair for—her family, her stability—was now the most fragile part of her life. She was playing with fire, and she knew it. One wrong step, one moment of carelessness, and everything she had built would come crumbling down.

Her head ached from the relentless push and pull of her emotions, and she exhaled deeply, pressing her fingers against her temples. Just as she was about to force herself back into the monotony of work, the sudden ring of her phone jolted her.

Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced at the screen.

A video call from Alok.

For a split second, she froze, her fingers tightening around the device. It felt like all the air had been sucked from the room.

Taking a quick, steadying breath, she composed herself and answered the call, forcing a neutral expression onto her face.

“Where were you, Shipra?” Alok’s voice came through the speaker, his tone laced with frustration. His face, partially shadowed by the bright light behind him, was fixed in a slight frown. “I called you twice this morning. No response. And you didn’t even bother to call back.”

“I’m sorry, Alok,” Shipra said, her voice carefully measured. “I overslept and was running late for work. It just slipped my mind.” The excuse rolled off her tongue effortlessly, something she had rehearsed in her mind the moment she left Patode's house.

“It doesn’t matter now,” Alok said, dismissing her apology with a wave of his hand. He was about to continue when his expression suddenly shifted. His brows furrowed as his eyes scanned her face, then moved lower, scrutinizing her appearance.

Shipra felt her stomach drop.

“Why do you look so flushed?” Alok asked, suspicion creeping into his tone. Then his eyes narrowed, and his frown deepened. “And where is your mangalsutra, bindi, and sindoor?”

Shipra’s breath hitched.

Her hand shot instinctively to her neck, then to her forehead. Her fingers met nothing but bare skin. Her heart pounded violently in her chest as flashes of the previous night assaulted her mind—Patode yanking off her mangalsutra, tossing it carelessly into the dustbin, the feeling of complete submission as she let herself be taken over and over again, and then rushing straight to the branch after dropping Namrata off, completely forgetting to put her marital symbols back on.

“Oh…” The small gasp escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Alok’s frown deepened further at her reaction.

“I must have forgotten in a hurry, Alok,” she quickly composed herself, forcing a sheepish smile. “I was running late this morning and didn’t realize it.”

Alok didn’t look entirely convinced.

“Be a little more cautious, Shipra,” he said, his voice edged with sarcasm. “What has gotten into you? It’s not like you to be this careless.”

Shipra forced a nod, hoping he would drop the subject, but Alok continued, his tone shifting slightly, carrying a hint of complaint.

“Anyway, I was calling to let you know that Aarav hasn’t been well since yesterday,” he said. “This morning, he had a high fever. You should take a few days off and come visit him. You haven’t been home since you joined the branch.”

Shipra’s heart clenched at the mention of her son.

“What happened to Aarav?” she asked, concern replacing her earlier panic. “Is he alright?”

“No, Shipra,” Alok sighed, rubbing his forehead. “He’s been vomiting frequently and seems really weak. I had to leave for coaching, so Mom is looking after him for now, but it would be better if you came here yourself.” Shipra’s concern quickly turned into anger.

“You had to leave for coaching?” she shot back, her voice laced with disbelief. “Your son is sick with a high fever, and instead of staying home with him, you went to your damn coaching?”


Alok exhaled, already sensing the argument brewing. “Shipra, I couldn’t miss today. We had an important interaction scheduled with an in-service IPS officer—an alumnus of our coaching institute. It was a valuable—”

“Oh, of course,” Shipra cut him off, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Your alumni interaction is more important than our son’s health, right?”

“Shipra, it’s not like that, mom is there—”

“I don’t want to hear it, Alok,” she snapped. “You expect me to drop everything and come running the moment you call, even knowing how hard it is for me to get leave as a branch in-charge. But when it’s your turn to prioritize Aarav, you can’t? Because of coaching?”


Alok sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Shipra, you know how crucial this is for me. I—”

“Yeah, yeah, it's all about you isn't it Alok,” she cut him off again, shaking her head in frustration. “Fine. I’ll speak to my superiors and see if I can get leave. But with the campaign work going on, it won’t be easy.” Her voice was tight with anger. “I’ll let you know by evening.”

And before Alok could say another word, she ended the call.

Her hands were trembling—not just from anger, but from the overwhelming mix of emotions crashing down on her. Guilt, frustration, resentment, worry.

Her son was sick, and she hadn’t even known until now. What kind of mother did that make her?

And yet, she couldn’t ignore the bitter taste of hypocrisy in Alok’s demands. He expected her to be the perfect wife, the perfect mother, always ready to sacrifice her time and wishes for the family, but when it was his turn to do the same, he conveniently had other “important commitments.”

She inhaled sharply, trying to steady herself. There was no time to drown in emotions now.

She quickly dialed home, desperate to hear her son’s voice, to reassure herself that he was okay.

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"Yes bhau, everything is arranged. This Sunday would be the last day of that motherfucker Saad Hasan," Bhiva’s voice dripped with satisfaction and simmering rage as he leaned in, his fists clenched on the rickety wooden table of the roadside tea shop. The air was thick with the scent of boiling tea and burning tobacco, but neither he nor Patode seemed to care. Their focus was solely on the dangerous game they were about to play.

Patode took a slow drag from his cigarette, his lips curling into a smirk as he exhaled. "I knew I could count on you, Bhiva," he said, patting Bhiva’s back with a firm, almost brotherly grip. "I told you I would get you your revenge. And when I give my word, I make damn sure to keep it."

Bhiva nodded, his expression a mixture of gratitude and steely determination. "Yeah, Bhau, I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for Sanju… and for giving me the chance to settle the score myself." His voice was thick with emotion, but his resolve was unwavering.

Patode leaned back in his chair, tilting his head slightly as he studied Bhiva. There was a certain fire in the young man’s eyes, but there was also something else—something lurking beneath the surface. Doubt.

Patode’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes sharpened. He had expected unshakable loyalty from Bhiva, but the way he hesitated for a fraction of a second before speaking told him that there was a lingering question gnawing at his mind. 

And then, as if reading his thoughts, Patode spoke. "Speak freely Bhiva. Is there something troubling you?"

"Bhau…" Bhiva's voice dropped slightly, carrying the weight of suspicion planted in his head by Alok. "There’s something I need to ask you. Something that’s been on my mind."

Patode’s grip on his cigarette tightened ever so slightly.

Bhiva looked him dead in the eye. "Did you know beforehand that Sanju was going to be abducted? And…" He hesitated before pushing forward, his gut telling him he might regret the question. "Was the new branch manager of Kasegaon in any way responsible for it?"

For the first time, Patode’s expression flickered. It was brief, almost imperceptible. A slight narrowing of the eyes, a barely-there twitch of his jaw—signs of irritation, or perhaps surprise. Patode took his time answering. He took another drag, letting the tension settle between them before exhaling. His voice, when he spoke, was calm and even, showing no trace of the inner turmoil he had quickly masked.

"What rubbish, Bhiva?" he said, shaking his head, his tone laced with practiced disbelief. "You really think I would’ve just sat back and let it happen if I knew beforehand?" He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto Bhiva’s. "And no, Shipra Madam wasn’t involved in any of this mess. Sanju was the one who approached her first, bringing her evidence of the fraud. If anything, she tried to help your sister."

Bhiva listened carefully, searching for any cracks in Patode’s words.

Patode sighed, reaching out and gripping Bhiva’s shoulder firmly. "Don’t burden yourself with these useless thoughts, my boy," he said, his voice softer now, almost fatherly. "Focus on the real enemy—the bastard who dared to lay a hand on your sister. Saad Hasan."

Bhiva exhaled slowly, nodding not entirely sure what to make of it. Maybe he was overthinking. Maybe Alok was just trying to mess with his head. Whatever the case, he had a mission now. Revenge.

Patode watched him closely, his smirk returning. Good. Keep your focus where I want it, Bhiva. He thought to himself.

With that, Patode took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and crushed it beneath his boot. The plan was in motion, and there was no turning back now.

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Shipra entered Namrata's room and shut the door behind her, exhaling a long, weary sigh. The weight of the past few hours pressed down on her, leaving her exhausted—physically, mentally, and emotionally. Without a word, she slumped onto Namrata’s bed, her body sinking into the mattress as though it were the only thing holding her together. Her head fell forward, hands supporting her temples, her shoulders hunched in defeat.

Namrata, who had been scrolling through her phone, looked up and frowned. “What’s wrong Shipra?” she asked, shifting closer. “You look troubled.”

Shipra didn’t respond immediately, her lips pressing into a thin line.

Namrata sighed, already guessing where this was going. “Listen, if you’re spiraling over what happened with Patode again, then I swear I’m done consoling you, girl,” she said, shaking her head. “You made a choice. You can’t keep running in circles about it. Either live with it or do something about it, but stop tormenting yourself.”

Shipra lifted her head slightly, her eyes glistening with something other than guilt this time. “It’s not that, Namrata,” she murmured. Her voice was weak, unsteady. “It’s Aarav.”

At the mention of her son’s name, Namrata’s expression softened. She closed the distance between them, wrapping a reassuring arm around Shipra’s shoulders. “What happened to Aarav? Is he okay?”

Shipra sniffled and wiped at her face, trying to keep herself composed. “Alok called. Aarav has been sick since yesterday,” she admitted, her voice breaking on the last word. “He’s been vomiting all night, running a high fever, and I’m not there to take care of him. He was too weak even to talk to me over the phone."

Namrata squeezed her shoulder. “Then go, Shipra. What’s stopping you?”

“Alok asked me the same, to take leave and come home,” Shipra continued, ignoring Namrata’s simple solution. “But it’s not that easy. You know how difficult it is for me to take leave right now. I just joined here. The campaign work is in full swing, and Toppo—” She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “If I ask that lecherous bastard for leave, he’ll see it as another opportunity to hit on me. He already makes my life miserable as it is. I can’t give him another reason.”

Namrata rolled her eyes. “Then don’t tell him. Just leave. What’s the worst that could happen? A loss of pay?”

Shipra sighed heavily. “It’s not just that, Namrata. I was made the coordinator of the campaign for the entire district. If I disappear without informing him, it’ll be considered an act of indiscipline. That could lead to a disciplinary inquiry, and if that happens, it’ll reflect badly on my profile. It could affect my promotion.” She ran a frustrated hand through her hair. “And you know Toppo—he’s just waiting for a reason to break me, to force me into playing his dirty games.”

Namrata smirked. “Would’ve been easier if you had just slept with him before your transfer,” she teased, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

Shipra shot her a glare. “Don't you start now Namrata. I already have enough problems. At least you should be on my side.”

Namrata held up her hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I was just trying to lighten the mood. But tell me something…” She eyed Shipra closely. “Alok said something else. Didn't he?”

Shipra hesitated, her fingers fidgeting in her lap.

Namrata’s smirk faded. “You don’t have to answer. I can guess, knowing Alok.” Her voice hardened. “He did it again, didn’t he? Pushed the responsibility onto you while he kept his own hands free.”

“He has his own pressures, Namrata,” Shipra murmured, though even she didn’t sound convinced. “It’s his last attempt. He can’t afford distractions. He needs to focus on his studies. His mother is there to look after Aarav—”

“Oh, come on, Shipra! Don’t defend him. At least not in front of me,” Namrata snapped. “How many times do I have to say this? Alok is selfish. He always has been. And what, he couldn’t skip one goddamn day of coaching to be with his son?” She scoffed, standing up, pacing the room in frustration. “What difference would one or two days make in his ‘big preparation’? If he had any real chances of passing, he would’ve done it by now.”

Shipra remained silent, staring at the floor, her mind battling with everything Namrata was saying—because deep down, she knew it was true.

Namrata exhaled sharply and picked up her phone. “That’s it. I’m calling Patode.”

Shipra’s eyes widened. “What? No—”

“I don’t want to hear a word,” Namrata cut her off, raising a hand to silence her. “I’m leaving tomorrow for my interview, and I can’t leave you in such a difficult situation. You need help, and whether you like it or not, Patode is the best person for it.”

Before Shipra could argue, Namrata pressed the call button.

Shipra swallowed hard, her heart pounding. She wasn’t sure which was worse—asking Toppo for leave or owing Patode another favor.

Shipra hesitated for a moment, her fingers clenching the bedsheet as she struggled with the decision forming in her mind. Then, in a barely audible voice, she whispered, “Ask him to come here. I’ll talk to him directly. It’s better if I handle this myself.” She paused, her gaze dropping to her lap as a faint flush of embarrassment crept up her neck. “And… tell him to bring my mangalsutra as well. I—I forgot it there this morning.”

Namrata smirked, tilting her head playfully. “Sure. Anything else?”

Shipra shot her a glare, her cheeks burning hotter. “Just make the call, Namrata,” she muttered, looking away.

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As soon as Patode picked up, his voice carried an easy charm. “Namrata, I was just about to call you myself.”

“Listen, Patode,” Namrata said, her tone turning businesslike. “Shipra is in a little trouble. Could you drop by?”

Immediately, his voice shifted, laced with concern. “What happened? All good? She isn’t fretting about what happened, is she?”

“No, it’s not that,” Namrata assured him. “She wants to talk to you directly. And—oh, bring her mangalsutra too. She forgot it at your place this morning.”

There was a brief pause before Patode sighed, a mix of amusement and exhaustion in his tone. “I’d love to come, Namrata, but I am in a middle of something. It’s been a hectic day, and it will take me a while to reach you. I’m always happy to help, but can you two come here instead? It’d save some time and effort. If that doesn’t work, I’ll be there in a couple hours or so.”

Namrata glanced at Shipra, relaying his response. “He’s a in a middle of something Shipra, and it’ll take him some time to get here. Why don’t you just tell him over the phone? You can grab your mangalsutra in the morning, or we can go to his place instead. What do you think?”

Shipra hesitated, conflicted. Just asking Patode for another favor had already made her uneasy. Now, making him come all the way to her felt even worse. Yet, she needed her mangalsutra—if Alok called again, she couldn’t afford any more slip-ups. She bit her lip, her voice barely above a whisper. “I could tell him over the phone, but… what if Alok calls again? I need my mangalsutra.”

Namrata made the decision for her without another thought. “That settles it, then. We’re coming over, Patode. And you better have dinner ready for us.”

Patode chuckled on the other end, his voice carrying an unmistakable smirk. “Tell Shipra not to worry. Whatever it is, I’ll get it sorted. See you both soon.”

As he ended the call, his lips curled into a knowing smile. He pocketed his phone, shifting slightly as a familiar heat stirred within him. “The day just keeps getting better,” he muttered to himself.

His fingers traced absentmindedly over his crotch as he swung a leg over his bike. The thought of Shipra willingly stepping back into his den—especially after everything that had happened—sent a thrill through him.

“Get ready for another night of fun, my boy,” he murmured, revving his bike’s engine as he sped toward home, anticipation coursing through his veins.

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[Suraj76626]

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"Please, come in, ladies. Sorry I couldn’t make it to your place," Patode greeted them with a welcoming smile, gesturing them to come inside.


Namrata smirked, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, don’t be so modest, Patode. You just wanted to lure us back into your little sex dungeon, didn’t you?" she teased, nudging Shipra playfully.

Patode chuckled, shaking his head in mock exasperation. "Come on, Namrata, don’t paint me in such a poor light. It's nothing like that," he replied smoothly. "Handling the campaign work for the entire district is exhausting, both physically and mentally. It’s not easy being me, you know."

Shipra gave Namrata a pointed look before stepping in. "We understand, Patode. Don’t pay attention to Namrata’s loose talk. She has no idea how taxing fieldwork can be. Really, it’s no trouble," she said, attempting to downplay the teasing.

Namrata scoffed, crossing her arms. "Oh, please. I may not know about fieldwork, but I sure as hell know what left our macho man so drained," she quipped, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Her eyes flicked meaningfully toward Shipra, her words carrying an unmistakable hint—clearly referencing the multiple sex sessions between Shipra and Patode.

Shipra’s cheeks flushed, and she looked away, fidgeting with the edge of her Pallu. Patode, on the other hand, leaned back comfortably, grinning like a man thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Now, now, Namrata," he said, raising a hand in mock defense. "No need to pull Shipra’s leg. She’s clearly troubled already." He turned toward Shipra, his tone shifting to something more genuine. "Have a seat, Shipra. Tell me how I can help."

Shipra hesitated before finally settling into a chair. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before speaking in a low voice. "It’s about my son, Aarav. He’s been sick since yesterday, and I need to go to Pune to be with him. But…" Her voice trailed off, uncertainty clouding her features.

"But?" Patode prompted, his brows knitting together as he studied her carefully. "Speak freely, Shipra ma’am. Nothing you say here will leave this room. That’s a promise."

Before Shipra could say another word, Namrata jumped in, unable to contain herself. "But she doesn’t want to deal with that bastard Toppo," she interjected bluntly. "He’s been trying to get into her pants ever since she got her transfer order. Fucking creep."

"Yeah," Shipra sighed, rubbing her temples in frustration. "And I’m sure he won’t grant me leave, not with this campaign in full swing." Her voice carried a mix of helplessness and resentment.

She hesitated for a moment before looking up at Patode, her eyes searching his face. "I thought you might be able to help," she admitted cautiously. "But if it’s too much, Patode, you can say no. You’ve already done so much for me—I don’t want to impose. I'll understand," she added, her voice softer now, laced with genuine gratitude.

Patode blinked, then suddenly burst into laughter—loud and unrestrained. His deep chuckles echoed through the room, making both women exchange puzzled glances.

"What’s so funny?" Shipra asked, narrowing her eyes.

Patode wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, his chuckles settling into a knowing smirk. "Oh, nothing," he said, shaking his head. "It’s just that… when Namrata called, I thought you were finally going to ask me to get you transferred out of here after what happened between us last night." He leaned back, stretching his arms with a smug grin, his mind already working ahead.

In truth, he had been considering sending Shipra away from Ambruj for a few days anyway—her absence would give him the freedom to focus on eliminating Saad without unnecessary distractions. And now, here she was, unknowingly making things easier for him, placing herself exactly where he needed her to be. His laughter wasn’t just relief at realizing she had accepted their relationship; it was the satisfaction of watching her unknowingly play right into his plans.

But then, he caught the sharp glare in Shipra’s eyes, and he knew better than to let his amusement show any further.

His expression quickly shifted as he composed himself, realizing that this was no time for jokes. "I’m sorry, Shipra. That was inconsiderate of me," he admitted, his tone more serious now. "I know this must be incredibly stressful for you."

His amusement quickly faded into something more calculated, more deliberate. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "But let me assure you, you’re worried over nothing."

Without another word, Patode pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts with practiced ease. His fingers hovered for a second before he tapped the screen, placing a call.

"Give me a minute," he murmured, his voice tinged with authority. "I’ll get this sorted right now."

"Good evening, Toppo sir! How are you?" Patode greeted smoothly, his voice laced with an easy confidence as he placed the call on speaker.

A gruff chuckle came from the other end. "Ah, Patode! I’m doing well. And you?" Toppo replied cautiously sensing Patode is with someone since he addressed him so formally.

"Absolutely fine, sir," Patode replied, exchanging a brief glance with Shipra. Then, his lips curled into a knowing smirk as he leaned back in his chair. "I hope the file I sent you today met your expectations?"

There was a brief pause before Toppo responded, his voice lower, tinged with something unreadable. "Yes… very much so."

Patode’s smirk deepened. His words were intentionally layered, carrying a meaning that only he and Toppo truly understood. The ‘file’ he referred to wasn’t just some routine campaign document—it was a carefully edited clip from last night, a personal glimpse into Shipra’s surrender, recorded without her knowledge.

"Great!" Patode said casually, turning his attention back to Shipra, who remained oblivious to the true nature of their conversation. He shifted gears seamlessly. "Sir, I wanted to talk to you about something important. Since we’ve already completed 90% of our campaign target, I was thinking Shipra ma’am could take a short break. She’s been working tirelessly ever since she joined the branch, and as you know, Kasegaon isn’t the easiest place to manage. A little time off would do her some good."

His voice was smooth, persuasive, deliberately painting himself as the considerate colleague who valued his team’s well-being. But beneath the surface, both he and Toppo knew the real reason behind this request.

Patode wasn’t just making things easier for Shipra—he was clearing his own path, setting the stage for what was to come. And from the knowing silence on the other end, Patode could tell that Toppo had already figured it out.

"I understand, Patode, but this campaign has been directly organized by the Head Office, and I have been made the overseeing authority for it. I cannot afford any hiccups in the execution, especially not from Shipra’s underperforming branch," Toppo’s tone hardened. "I cannot grant her leave at this critical juncture. The same applies to any other branch head under my jurisdiction, and—"

"Oh, come on, sir! You're doubting my capabilities?" Patode interrupted smoothly, his tone laced with casual confidence. "You know me better than that. I can personally guarantee that the Kasegaon branch will top the entire zone in this campaign. And if it doesn’t, you can transfer me instead," he added, letting the challenge linger in the air.

Toppo let out a dry chuckle, though there was an underlying edge to it. "It’s not about that, Patode. I’m well aware of your capabilities. The… file you sent today made that very clear," he said, his voice carrying the weight of a hidden message.

Patode smirked. The double meaning wasn’t lost on him. The ‘file’ wasn’t just a campaign progress report—it was a carefully curated piece of leverage, proof that Patode knew how to keep his allies entertained and in check.

"But," Toppo continued, his voice returning to its usual condescending drawl, "if Shipra has a problem, she should be the one to speak to me directly. You don’t need to vouch for her."

"Of course, sir. Here Shipra ma'am," Patode replied without hesitation. He turned to Shipra and handed over the phone as he casually shifted his position, stepping around the couch and positioning himself behind her.

Shipra hesitated for a fraction of a second before accepting the phone. She took a deep breath and brought it to closer to her.

"Yes, Shipra," Toppo’s voice came through, smooth yet sharp. "What’s the matter? I thought you’d be able to handle Kasegaon, but it seems you’re already finding it difficult to handle yourself."

Shipra ignored the jab, keeping her voice soft and measured. "Good evening, sir. It’s nothing work-related. I have a personal emergency. My son has been sick since yesterday, and my husband is preoccupied with his commitments. If you could grant me leave for a couple of days, I would be extremely grateful."

There was silence on the line for a brief moment.

Toppo leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers against the desk. "Tch… what can you expect from an offspring of a wimp like Alok?" he thought with disdain.

Finally, he spoke. "I don’t usually entertain such requests, Shipra, but…" he let out a dramatic sigh, "Patode ji is a valuable asset to the bank. He has sourced a great deal of business for us over the years and, more importantly, is a man of his word. Since he has personally assured me of the campaign’s success, and since this concerns your child, I will permit your leave."

Shipra felt a wave of relief but kept her composure.

"However," Toppo continued, his tone firm, leaving no room for negotiation, "I expect you to remain available over the phone at all times. I need regular updates on the campaign, and you will ensure that your absence does not disrupt the momentum. Furthermore, I expect you back in the office by Tuesday. No exceptions. Is that clear, Shipra?"

Shipra swallowed hard, recognizing the authoritative finality in his voice. "Yes, sir. Thank you."

"Good. Don’t make me regret this—and don’t forget to express your gratitude to Mr. Patode," Toppo added, his tone laced with subtle amusement. Then, without waiting for a response, he shifted his attention. "Alright, Patode, we’ll talk later." And with that, he abruptly ended the call.

"There, problem solved," Patode declared with a triumphant smirk as his hands found their way to Shipra’s shoulders. His fingers pressed into her tense muscles, working in slow, deliberate motions, as if kneading away not just the stress but the hesitation lingering within her.

“I told you Patode would handle it. You were worrying for nothing, Shipra,” Namrata chimed in, her tone light yet laced with a knowing edge. She leaned back, crossing her arms as she cast Shipra a pointed look. “And now, you can go ahead and inform Mr. Future IAS that he’s free to focus on his oh-so-important coaching. No need to burden himself with something as insignificant as his own sick child,” she added, the sarcasm dripping thick in her voice.

Shipra hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the phone in her lap. She knew Namrata had a point, but something inside her resisted the idea of texting Alok right away. A part of her wanted to see if he would call her first, if he would at least pretend to be concerned. But deep down, she already knew the answer.

Patode, ever observant, picked up on her reluctance. His hands didn’t stop their slow, knowing ministrations as he leaned in slightly, his voice low, smooth. “I’m sure Alok has his own struggles, but honestly what could be more important than one’s own child?” He let the question hang in the air, his tone carefully crafted—understanding yet subtly laced with doubt, feeding into the resentment already brewing inside her.

Shipra swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing down on her just as his fingers did, expertly loosening her defenses.

Patode’s smirk barely faltered, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes as he stepped away from Shipra. Feigned disappointment. Calculated restraint. “I have to say, I’m a little hurt, Shipra,” he murmured, shaking his head as if her reluctance had wounded him. His hands left her shoulders, and he strolled away with deliberate slowness, putting just enough distance between them to let his silence sink in. “After everything we’ve been through, I didn’t expect you to be so hesitant with me. If you had just told me this sooner, I would have personally driven you to Pune today itself.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. The room felt colder in the absence of his touch, and Shipra immediately felt the shift. A strange pang of guilt settled in her chest, though she wasn’t entirely sure why. She hesitated, her thoughts a tangled mess, before finally rising from the couch and stepping toward him.

Softly, tentatively, she reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder, the warmth of her touch a stark contrast to the tension in the room. “It’s not like that, Patode,” she said, her voice gentle, almost pleading. “You’ve already done so much for me ever since I came here. I didn’t want you to feel like I’m just using you to get my way.”

Patode turned his head slowly, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. The air between them thickened, heavy with unsaid words and unspoken desires. He let the silence stretch, drawing her in, his expression unreadable. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, smooth—tinged with something darker, something laced with quiet authority.

“It seems you still don’t trust me, Shipra,” he murmured, his tone almost thoughtful as he reached up, gently taking her hand from his shoulder and pushing it away. The small rejection sent a subtle shiver through her, as if her hesitation has hurt him. “All that talk about me being ‘your man’… was that just heat-of-the-moment nonsense? Drunken rambling? Empty words that meant nothing?” 
  
His words were not accusatory, not outright cruel, but they pressed into her like a blade, prodding at something deep within her, testing the ground he had been carefully cultivating between them.

Shipra swallowed, her throat dry. “That’s not true, Patode,” she countered quickly, though her voice carried a slight tremor. She forced herself to meet his gaze, not wanting him to sense the storm of doubt and conflict brewing inside her. “You have my trust, and you know that.”

Patode said nothing. He merely watched her, his silence stretching, his presence suffocating yet intoxicating at the same time.

“And what I said yesterday…” Shipra hesitated, feeling heat rise to her face. “Yes, maybe some of it was just… sex talk. Words said in a moment of passion, under the influence. But…”

She trailed off, the weight of her own words pressing down on her.

Patode’s eyes darkened, his interest piqued. Instead of closing the distance between them, he did the opposite. He turned away, stepping further from her, his posture unreadable. “But what, Shipra?” he asked, his tone firm, laced with an edge of something raw—something that made her breath hitch. “Last night and again this morning—it wasn’t just sex. Not for me. It was more than a physical connection, and I refuse to believe it was just a fleeting moment of passion for you either. Was it, Shipra?”

His words sent a shiver through her. "I don't know Patode," she admitted, her voice laden with uncertainty. "It's all very new for me, very confusing," She exhaled shakily, staring down at the floor as if the answers she sought were etched into the tiles. Slowly she lifted her gaze, her eyes locking onto his. The intensity in his stare made her stomach tighten,"I am not sure what we have Patode. All I know..," Shipra tried to speak—to confess whatever it was clawing at her insides—but before she could form the words, her phone pinged with a WhatsApp message.

She glanced at the screen, her brows knitting together as she read the text.

Did you talk about taking leave with your superior?

It was from Alok.

A simple, harmless question—one that should have been routine, considerate even. But in that moment, it felt like a slap.

Shipra had expected more from him after their tense argument in the morning. She had expected at least a call, an ounce of concern, maybe even a brief information about Aarav’s condition. Instead, all she got was this dry, impersonal message. No warmth. No apology. No effort.

Her grip on the phone tightened, irritation simmering beneath her skin. It wasn’t just this message—it was the pattern, the constant lack of emotional investment from Alok that had turned their marriage into a hollow, mechanical arrangement. The realization cut deep, leaving behind an ache she had long stopped acknowledging.

A humorless scoff left her lips as she typed out a curt response. Her finger moved furiously over the keypad as she typed the reply.

Yes.

Don’t worry, you won’t have to skip your coaching.

I’ll be there tomorrow to take care of my son

Will talk to you later. I’m busy right now.

She hit send without a second thought, exhaling sharply as she put the phone onto the centre table. The screen dimmed, but the lingering frustration gnawed at her.

Rubbing her temples, as she lifted her gaze, she caught sight of Patode reaching into the dustbin, his fingers curling around something buried beneath scraps of discarded paper and crumpled garbage. A moment later, he straightened, his smirk widening as he held up the tangled mangalsutra between his fingers. The delicate black beads and gold pendant were smeared with grime, a stark and almost poetic contrast to what it was meant to symbolize. A sacred token of marriage, now sullied, discarded like something meaningless.

Patode turned to face her fully, his expression unreadable, though his eyes held something sharp—something calculated. He let the mangalsutra dangle between them, swaying slightly, a silent challenge in his stance.

"Alright, Shipra," he said, his voice steady and deliberate, each word measured with intent. His dark eyes held hers, searching, unyielding. "If you're still unsure, let me make this crystal clear for you."

He leaned in slightly, his presence commanding yet composed. "Answer me this—why are you really here?"

Shipra blinked at the sudden shift in his tone. "What do you mean, Patode? I came here to seek your help. And… to get my mangalsutra," she replied cautiously, her eyes flickering between his face and the necklace in his hand.

"Anything else?" His voice was smooth, laced with something deeper—something that made the air between them feel heavier.

Shipra remained silent, her brows knitting together as she tried to decipher the intent behind his words. The way he was looking at her sent an unfamiliar ripple through her, a strange mix of apprehension and something she couldn’t—or wouldn’t—name.

Patode exhaled a soft, mocking laugh, shaking his head. “Whom are you trying to fool, Shipra?” he asked, his voice laced with a knowing amusement. "Me?Namrata? Or Yourself?"

She frowned, shifting uncomfortably, but he didn’t give her room to respond.

“The real reason you’re here, Shipra,” he continued, his voice dropping lower, smoother, each word deliberately etched with a razor-sharp edge. He took a slow step forward, his gaze locked onto hers, unwavering, as if stripping away every flimsy excuse she might’ve clung to. “It’s because your pathetic excuse of a husband has let you down—again. Because, yet again, he’s shoved his responsibilities onto your shoulders without a second thought, without an ounce of regret, leaving you to bear the weight of everything he’s too weak to handle.”

He paused, letting the silence stretch between them, thick and suffocating, the air charged with an undeniable tension. His words hung there, heavy, impossible to ignore. Then he leaned in slightly, his voice bolder now, carrying an edge of authority that demanded not just attention, but submission to the truth.

“You’re here because, for the first time in your shackled-up life, you’ve found an escape—a crack in the prison walls he’s built around you. An escape from his control, his indifference, from the suffocating neglect that’s been slowly draining the life out of you, bit by bit.”

Taking another step closer his eyes darkened with something primal, a flicker of triumph mingled with raw, unfiltered desire.

“You’re here because I’ve made you feel something you’ve been starved of for far too long. And no, Shipra,” he added, his voice softening just enough to coil around her like velvet, “it’s not just about the blissful sex we’ve shared these past few days—though you can’t deny that either.” His lips curled into a faint, knowing smirk. “It’s more than that. It’s how I’ve made you feel since the moment you stepped into my world.”

He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin, his words a seductive whisper laced with undeniable truth. “I’ve treated you like a woman who’s desired, not dismissed. A woman who’s valued, not used. Not an object, not an obligation, but someone real—alive. I’ve peeled back the layers of burden, the years of buried desires, the ache of being unseen, unheard, untouched.”

His hand hovered near her face, not touching, just close enough to remind her of every place he had touched before. “And because of that, you find yourself here again, standing in front of me, searching for solace, for relief from the emptiness you return to every day. You’re here because that life—the one you share with him—feels lifeless, a chain you can’t break. But with me, you’ve tasted freedom.”

His voice dropped to a husky whisper, the final blow delivered with devastating precision. “You’re here because, once again, you needed to feel something real. You needed to be seen. To be wanted. You needed me.”

Patode’s continued, his words raw and unapologetic pushing Shipra into the web manipulation. “Whether you admit it or not, I am the only man in your life right now who can provide you the emotional support and physical pleasure you have always wished for. You may not be certain, but deep down, you feel the comfort I offer. I am the man you can rely on, the one who sees you, the one who understands what you need even when you refuse to say it aloud.”

He let his words sink in, watching her closely. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came.

“You didn’t come to me just for help in getting leave, Shipra,” he pressed, his voice deepening, his eyes never leaving hers. “You came because you wanted to be here. With me.”

Shipra’s breath hitched, her fingers curling into fists at her sides, her emotions warring within her.

“Tell me I’m wrong, Shipra.” His voice was almost a whisper now, the air between them charged. “Tell me this is nothing more than a friendly favor, that I mean nothing more to you than just a colleague helping out. Say it.”

He extended the mangalsutra toward her, his meaning clear.

"Say it, and I’ll hand this over. You can take it and be on your way. Go back to your husband, to your burdened marriage, to a man who sees you as nothing more than an obligation." His smirk faded, his gaze sharpening.

"But if you can’t say it…" He took another step closer, erasing the space between them, his presence overwhelming. "Then stop hesitating. Stop clinging to this illusion of propriety. Stop pretending this isn’t exactly what you want."

Shipra’s heart pounded against her ribs, her throat tightening. She felt cornered—not by his words, but by the truth in them.

"Accept it, Shipra," Patode said, his voice now holding a quiet command. "Accept me as your man."

He wasn’t merely speaking anymore. He was asserting his dominance, staking his claim—not just over the moment, but over her.

Patode had played it safe long enough, teasing, coaxing, waiting for Shipra to fully acknowledge what was already happening between them. But that patience was wearing thin. He knew that once she returned to Alok, she would slip back into the role of the dutiful wife, bound by routine and obligation. He couldn’t allow that. Before she walked out of his door, before she even thought of stepping back into that life, he needed to leave an imprint on her—not just in her thoughts, but deep within her.

She needed to understand—no, feel—that she belonged to him now.

Patode took one last look at Shipra, his gaze unreadable, before placing the mangalsutra onto the center table beside her phone with a deliberate motion. The clinking sound of the beads against the wooden surface echoed in the tense silence between them.

He straightened, exuding an air of quiet authority, and spoke with finality.

"There it is, Shipra—your mangalsutra," he said, his voice steady but laced with something deeper, something that lingered between a challenge and an invitation. "I’m going to take a shower now. You can pick it up and leave if you’re still unsure about your feelings, if you're still clinging to that life, to that man who doesn’t see you the way I do.” His eyes flickered over her one last time, piercing, assessing. “Or…You can accept what you already know to be true and join us.”

A slow smirk curled on his lips as he turned toward Namrata, shifting his attention to the woman who had been watching the entire exchange with silent amusement. "What about you, Namrata?" he asked smoothly, tilting his head slightly. "Are you having second thoughts too?"

Namrata scoffed, a wicked grin stretching across her face. "Not at all, Patode," she said, pushing herself up from the couch with effortless grace. "I was just waiting for you two to finish your little moment. I am done explaining Shipra myself. If she doesn't understand her own feelings even after all that had happened, it's her loss."

Without another word, she sauntered forward gliding past Shipra, her movements confident and eager, and fell into step behind Patode as he made his way toward the bedroom.

That left Shipra standing alone, her heart pounding, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. The mangalsutra lay in front of her—a symbol of everything she was supposed to be, everything she was meant to uphold.

And yet, the open bedroom door ahead of her seemed to hold something else entirely. A different kind of promise. A different kind of belonging.

The choice was hers.
End of Chapter 30: An Illusion of Escape: Part 1  

[fuckandforget]

Excellent dude

[eslx1212]

This is a fantastic update. I think Shipra's son should be her topmost concern right now, not Alok or Patode. It would be disappointing if she does not take the mangalsutra and leave, for her son's sake. She can always return, provoked by Alok's bad treatment at home.