Thriller The Game!! Season 2 : Sex & Politics (Starting now)

[ray.rowdy]

Simply Superb !!!

[aravindkkumar08]

Story plot awesome. Is it possible to elaborate sex scenes in the story. Spice to be add in the story

[kingqueenjoker]

Update might come tonight!!

[kingqueenjoker]

"Rehan, we're going to Mumbai for a quick trip," Chandrani announced as she packed a small bag for her son. Ashok looked up from his laptop, his brow furrowed with concern. "Is it really necessary to take him along?"

"I have no choice," she replied, her voice firm. "Your meetings are too important, and I can't leave him with the neighbors again." Rehan's eyes lit up with excitement, unaware of the tension his innocent question had caused.

Ashok sighed, pushing aside his work. He knew his wife was right; their son needed them, especially after the traumatic events of the past week. Reluctantly, he rose from his chair and began to help her pack. Chandrani had always been the more ambitious one, pushing him to take on more responsibilities at work, to be more assertive. He sometimes felt overwhelmed by her drive, but he also knew that her ambition had been the key to their success.

"You know I'm not like you," he said as he folded his shirts into the suitcase. "I don't have the same... fire."

Chandrani turned to him, her eyes softening. "Ashok, you're more than capable," she said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You just need to believe in yourself. We're a team."

He nodded, the weight of her words sinking in. Despite his reservations, he knew she was right. They had always been a team, navigating life's challenges together. With renewed determination, he packed the last of their bags and they set off for the weekend.

SUMMARY^1: Chandrani decides to bring Rehan on a weekend trip to Mumbai despite Ashok's initial reluctance due to his important meetings. She reassures him of their partnership and his potential, leading to a unified decision to make the trip together.

Thing was gloomy till ashok's parents arrived in afternoo and the tension between them began to ease. Chandrani's mother-in-law, a stern yet affectionate woman, fussed over Rehan, while her father-in-law regaled them with tales of his youth. Ashok felt a strange sense of comfort in their presence, despite their initial apprehension about the visit.

Dinner was a grand affair, with his mother-in-law insisting on serving them her signature dishes. Chandrani's eyes twinkled with mischief as she watched Ashok devour the food, his earlier frustrations forgotten. She knew how much he loved his mother's cooking, and it brought him a sense of peace that nothing else could.

The evening was spent with the family, sharing stories and laughter, and Chandrani couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Her own ambitions had once again been set aside for the sake of her marriage and her family's happiness. But she knew that this was only temporary; the hunger for more, for power and recognition, still gnawed at her from within.

The next day, as they were getting ready to leave for the city, Ashok finally broke the silence. "Chandrani," he began, his voice tentative. "I know you want more, and I'm... I'm trying to be more supportive." He looked at her with a mix of love and apprehension. "But I'm just not like you. I don't have the stomach for all this... politics."

SUMMARY^1: Ashok's parents' arrival brings a brief reprieve from tension as the family shares a comforting dinner. However, Chandrani's underlying ambition for power remains, and Ashok expresses his difficulty in fully supporting her political aspirations.

Chandrani sighed, her eyes softening. "I know, Ashok," she said, stepping closer to him. "But sometimes, we have to do what we must to get what we want." She took his hands in hers, looking into his eyes. "We're in this together, remember?"

The drive to the airport was fraught with tension, the weight of their conversation lingering in the air like a storm cloud. But as they checked in and made their way inside the flight, Rehan's excitement grew. He cribbed for the window seat, his eyes wide with anticipation at the prospect of flying. The handsome stranger, Debansh Verma, had overheard his whining and offered to swap seats with him.

chandrani initialy was reluctant as she did not want to cause any trouble to a fellow passenger.
"its ok",chandrani looking sternly to rehan, " beta..behave yourself"

Debansh Verma, the hunky stranger, smiled understandingly. He had a chiseled jawline and piercing eyes that made Chandrani's heart skip a beat. He was dressed in a well-tailored suit that hugged his muscular frame, and the scent of his cologne filled the air.

"Of course," he said, his voice a rich baritone that impressed Chandrani's . "Kids should get the window seat." He winked at Rehan, who beamed with excitement as he scurried into the now-vacant seat.

[rp7575]

Keep It Up bhai Accha Likh rahe ho but chandrani episode bada likho jara

[Eswar P]

Vernice

[kingqueenjoker]

"Rehan, we're going to Mumbai for a quick trip," Chandrani announced as she packed a small bag for her son. Ashok looked up from his laptop, his brow furrowed with concern. "Is it really necessary to take him along?"

"I have no choice," she replied, her voice firm. "Your meetings are too important, and I can't leave him with the neighbors again." Rehan's eyes lit up with excitement, unaware of the tension his innocent question had caused.

Ashok sighed, pushing aside his work. He knew his wife was right; their son needed them, especially after the traumatic events of the past week. Reluctantly, he rose from his chair and began to help her pack. Chandrani had always been the more ambitious one, pushing him to take on more responsibilities at work, to be more assertive. He sometimes felt overwhelmed by her drive, but he also knew that her ambition had been the key to their success.

"You know I'm not like you," he said as he folded his shirts into the suitcase. "I don't have the same... fire."

Chandrani turned to him, her eyes softening. "Ashok, you're more than capable," she said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You just need to believe in yourself. We're a team."

He nodded, the weight of her words sinking in. Despite his reservations, he knew she was right. They had always been a team, navigating life's challenges together. With renewed determination, he packed the last of their bags and they set off for the weekend.


Thing was gloomy till ashok's parents arrived in afternoo and the tension between them began to ease. Chandrani's mother-in-law, a stern yet affectionate woman, fussed over Rehan, while her father-in-law regaled them with tales of his youth. Ashok felt a strange sense of comfort in their presence, despite their initial apprehension about the visit.

Dinner was a grand affair, with his mother-in-law insisting on serving them her signature dishes. Chandrani's eyes twinkled with mischief as she watched Ashok devour the food, his earlier frustrations forgotten. She knew how much he loved his mother's cooking, and it brought him a sense of peace that nothing else could.

The evening was spent with the family, sharing stories and laughter, and Chandrani couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Her own ambitions had once again been set aside for the sake of her marriage and her family's happiness. But she knew that this was only temporary; the hunger for more, for power and recognition, still gnawed at her from within.

The next day, as they were getting ready to leave for the city, Ashok finally broke the silence. "Chandrani," he began, his voice tentative. "I know you want more, and I'm... I'm trying to be more supportive." He looked at her with a mix of love and apprehension. "But I'm just not like you. I don't have the stomach for all this... politics."


Chandrani sighed, her eyes softening. "I know, Ashok," she said, stepping closer to him. "But sometimes, we have to do what we must to get what we want." She took his hands in hers, looking into his eyes. "We're in this together, remember?"

The drive to the airport was fraught with tension, the weight of their conversation lingering in the air like a storm cloud. But as they checked in and made their way inside the flight, Rehan's excitement grew. He cribbed for the window seat, his eyes wide with anticipation at the prospect of flying. The handsome stranger, Debansh Verma, had overheard his whining and offered to swap seats with him.

chandrani initialy was reluctant as she did not want to cause any trouble to a fellow passenger.
"its ok",chandrani looking sternly to rehan, " beta..behave yourself"

Debansh Verma, the hunky stranger, smiled understandingly. He had a chiseled jawline and piercing eyes that made Chandrani's heart skip a beat. He was dressed in a well-tailored suit that hugged his muscular frame, and the scent of his cologne filled the air.

"Of course," he said, his voice a rich baritone that impressed Chandrani's . "Kids should get the window seat." He winked at Rehan, who beamed with excitement as he scurried into the now-vacant seat.

"Thank you," Chandrani murmured.
Chandrani felt a wave of relief wash over her as she watched Rehan settle into the coveted spot, his eyes glued to the plane's wing. Deb was a charming man in his late 40s, with a smile that could melt ice and eyes that held a hint of mischief. His physique was nothing short of impressive, a testament to his active lifestyle. His muscular arms flexed as he adjusted his seatbelt, and she couldn't help but feel a stir of attraction, something she hadn't felt for a man outside of Ashok in a very long time.

As the plane took off, she and Deb struck up a conversation, discussing their respective careers and interests. He spoke with the confidence of a man who had seen the world and conquered it, and she found herself drawn to his tales of adventure and success. He was a businessman with a flair for the dramatic, and she couldn't help but be impressed by his wit and charm.

Deb talked about his extensive travels, his encounters with various cultures, and the lessons he had learned along the way. Chandrani listened intently, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she absorbed every word. His stories were a breath of fresh air, a stark contrast to the mundane routine of her life back in Lucknow. She found herself laughing at his jokes, the sound muffled by the roar of the engines, and she felt a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the aircraft's heating system.


His charm was undeniable, a potent cocktail of self-assurance and wit that had her leaning in closer, eager to hear more. He spoke of the thrill of closing multi-million-dollar deals and the rush of adrenaline that came from navigating the treacherous waters of international business. The way his eyes lit up when he talked about his successes was infectious, and she couldn't help but be drawn to the excitement that seemed to radiate from him.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, as if they had known each other for years. He asked about her work with the NGO, his interest genuine and unfeigned. His questions were insightful, and she found herself opening up to him in a way she rarely did with anyone else. For the first time in a long while, she didn't feel the burden of her responsibilities weighing her down. The air between them crackled with a tension she couldn't quite place, a mix of attraction and something more.

As the flight neared its end, Debansh leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Chandrani, I have a proposition for you," he said, his eyes locked onto hers. "I know someone who can help you secure the funding and political backing you need for your NGO. Someone very influential."

Her heart skipped a beat, the potential of his offer too tempting to ignore. She knew she should be wary of such propositions, but the desperation to save her NGO made her consider it. "What kind of help are you talking about?" she asked, her voice cautious.


Debansh leaned back in his seat, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Let's just say that I have connections in high places," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "Connections that could make your dreams a reality."

Chandrani felt a flicker of doubt. This was all too easy, too good to be true. But the thought of her NGO flourishing, of helping so many more people, was like a siren's call she couldn't resist. She hesitated for a moment, weighing the risks against the rewards, before finally speaking. "I appreciate your offer, Mr. Verma," she said, her voice measured. "But I think it's best if we keep our relationship professional for now."

Debansh's smile didn't waver, his eyes still sparkling with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. "I understand," he said, leaning forward to pluck a business card from his pocket. He handed it to her with a flourish. "But if you ever need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to call."

Chandrani took the card, her thumb tracing the embossed letters of his name and the title: "Debansh Verma, PR consultant." The weight of it in her hand was surprising, a tangible symbol of his power and influence. She felt a sudden urge to give him something in return, a way to keep the connection alive despite her reservations. With a deep breath, she pulled out her phone and offered it to him. "If you wouldn't mind," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Debansh took the phone with a grin, his thumbs flying over the screen as he saved his number. He handed it back to her with a flourish. "Now," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "you have no excuse not to keep in touch."

Chandrani felt a thrill run through her as she slid the phone back into her purse. Despite her initial reluctance, she had to admit that there was something about him that she found utterly captivating. His confidence was intoxicating, and the way he spoke about his connections made her feel as though she were in the presence of someone who could truly change her world.

"You know," Deb said, his voice a smooth purr, "I'd be more than happy to give you guys a lift" as they stroll out of the exit gate.

Chandrani felt a thrill run through her at his offer, but she knew better than to let it show. "Thank you, but I've already arranged for a car to pick us up," she replied, her voice as sweet as honey. She didn't want to lead him on, but the thought of spending more time with this enigmatic stranger was tempting.
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Deb's smile didn't falter, his eyes holding hers for a beat too long. "It's no trouble," he insisted, his tone playful. "I'm sure your husband won't mind if you ride with me."

Chandrani felt a pulse of excitement at the flirty challenge in his voice. "I'm afraid I'll have to pass," she replied with a coy smile, her eyes dropping to her wedding ring. "But I appreciate the offer."

Deb shrugged, his grin never fading. "Another time, then," he said, and she couldn't help but wonder if he meant it.

As they parted ways, a sleek Alto car pulled up to the curb, driven by a man who introduced himself as Vilas Rao, a trustee of Jorawar. He greeted Chandrani and Rehan with a warm smile, his eyes lingering a fraction too long on Chandrani's figure. She felt a blush creep up her neck as he took their luggage and led them to the car. The drive to the resort was a blur of palm trees and brightly painted billboards, the city's energy pulsing through her veins.

"You must be tired," he said, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror to meet hers. "But I've got good news. I've already spoken to Karim Khan's aide and his PA. They're expecting you tonight."

Her heart skipped a beat. "Tonight?" she repeated, surprised.

"Yes, ma'am," said Vilas, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. "Mr. khyam was quite insistent that you meet with Mr. Khan as soon as possible. It seems he has faith in your...persuasive abilities. karim bhai will be hre tonight on occassion of launch of some"

The car pulled up to the grand entrance of the resort, the opulence of which took Chandrani's breath away. The palm trees lining the driveway swayed gently in the breeze, their fronds whispering secrets that only the wealthy could understand. The air was filled with the scent of money and ambition, and she felt a thrill run through her as she stepped out of the car. the resort was full of the movie posters. the heroine a new starlet , most probably in her early 20's was wearing a skimpy dress and the hero, bare bodied posed with gun.

"Welcome to the Taj Mahal Palace," said a uniformed attendant, opening the car door with a flourish. Chandrani stepped out, her sari swishing around her ankles as she took in the grandeur of the place. She could see the glittering lights of the city in the distance, a stark contrast to the quiet serenity of the resort.

Vilas Rao, the trustee, approached her with a small packet. "Ma'am," he said, his voice low and respectful. "Mr. Khyam has instructed me to give you this." He handed her a neatly wrapped parcel. "It's to wear to the party tonight when you meet Mr. Karim Khan."

Chandrani's heart skipped a beat as she took the package. What could be so important that Khyam would send her something to wear to the party? She had already packed a beautiful sari for the occasion, one that had taken her hours to pick out. Her curiosity piqued, she nodded her thanks and tucked the packet into her purse.

SUMMARY^1: At the luxurious Taj Mahal Palace resort, Chandrani is greeted by an attendant and handed a package from Khyam, which she's instructed to wear at the party tonight for her meeting with Karim Khan, adding to the mystery and intrigue surrounding her political mission.

Days rolled to evening, and as the shadows grew longer, the anticipation in the air grew thicker. Rehan's laughter echoed from outside as he played with Vilas Rao. She watched them through the window, a soft smile playing on her lips. Despite the gravity of the evening ahead, she couldn't help but feel a moment of maternal warmth for her son. He had no idea of the political chess game being played around him, of the power struggles and secret alliances that could shape their lives.

With a sigh, Chandrani turned from the window. It was time to get ready for the party, for the meeting that could make or break their future. She took the packet from her purse, her hands trembling slightly with excitement and nerves.

The black sari was exquisite, the fabric gliding over her skin like a whisper. It was the kind of garment that demanded attention, the kind that promised secrets and power. But as she held the white strapless blouse against her body, she felt a twinge of apprehension. The delicate lace barely covered the tops of her breasts, and she knew that with any kind of movement, half of her assets would be on display.

SUMMARY^1: The evening approaches and Chandrani watches Rehan play, feeling the stark contrast of his innocence with the impending political meeting. She opens the package from Khyam to find a stunning black sari and a daring white strapless blouse that symbolizes the power and scrutiny she'll face at the party with Karim Khan.

Her eyes darted to the mirror, and she recalled the noodle strap blouse she had brought, a calculated move to show just enough skin to be noticed. But this...this was something else entirely. It was a declaration, a silent shout of intent and desperation. Yet, she knew she had no choice; the fate of her NGO and her political ambitions hung in the balance, and she had to play her cards right tonight.

With trembling hands, Chandrani slipped the white strapless blouse over her head, the fabric clinging to her damp skin. She took a deep breath, willing herself to be calm, as she adjusted the cups over her full breasts. The lace barely contained her, and she knew that any sudden movement would leave her exposed. Her nipples were sensitive, begging to be seen, and she felt a strange mix of fear and excitement at the prospect.

Her phone, resting on the bedside table, chimed with an incoming call. She recognized the number immediately—it was Khyam. She took a moment to compose herself before answering, her voice steady despite the tumult in her chest. "Yes, I've arrived," she said, trying to sound as professional as possible.

"Good," he replied, his tone brisk. "Are you prepared to meet Karim tonight?"

Chandrani nodded, though he couldn't see her. "Yes, I'm ready," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.

SUMMARY^1: Chandrani dons the risky white strapless blouse from Khyam's package, acknowledging the boldness of her look and the stakes of the evening. Upon receiving a call from Khyam, she confirms her readiness to meet Karim, despite her internal tumult, emphasizing her commitment to their shared political goals.

"Good," Khyam said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "But I need to be sure you understand the gravity of the situation. it's not just about breaking the deal.... It's also about sending a message."

Chandrani felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Khyam's silence was like a knife hanging over her head, the suspense unbearable. "Just do as I say," he said finally. "Send me a picture, I need to see you for myself."

Surprise bloomed in Chandrani's chest, but she knew better than to question his orders. She took a deep breath, trying to quell the butterflies in her stomach. With trembling hands, she unlocked her phone and opened the camera app. She glanced at her reflection in the dressing table mirror, the white strapless blouse hugging her curves. Taking a deep breath, she lifted the blouse slightly, allowing half of her breasts to peek out. She knew the sight would be tantalizing, her areolae faintly visible beneath the sheer fabric. She snapped a quick photo, ensuring the angle was just right. The image was provocative but not explicit, a delicate dance of suggestion and restraint.

SUMMARY^1: Over the phone, Khyam emphasizes the seriousness of the situation, hinting at more than just maintaining the deal. He commands Chandrani to send him a picture to verify her readiness, which she does with a mix of vulnerability and compliance, taking a daring photo that showcases her allure without revealing too much.

SUMMARY^2: Chandrani arrives at the Taj Mahal Palace and receives a package from Khyam containing a revealing white strapless blouse for her meeting with Karim Khan. She feels conflicted about the evening ahead, balancing her son's innocence with the political game she's playing. Dressing in the outfit, she sends a picture to Khyam, embodying the power and risk of her situation.

Her heart racing, she sent the image to Khyam, setting the timer for it to self-destruct after two minutes. It was a risky move, but she was confident in her ability to handle the situation. After all, she had played this game before, using her beauty and charm to get what she needed. As she waited for his response, she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and fear.

The phone buzzed in her hand, and she glanced down at the screen. A single message from Khyam: "Perfect. You're playing your part well." A sense of relief washed over her, followed quickly by a flicker of anger. She was more than just a pawn in his game.

With a deep breath, she straightened her shoulders and walked into the grand ballroom. The chandeliers cast a warm glow over the sea of wealth and power, the sound of laughter and hushed conversations a stark contrast to the tension coiled inside her. She scanned the room, her eyes searching for the man who held her fate in his hands.

SUMMARY^1: Chandrani sends the risky photo to Khyam as instructed, using a self-destructing feature to protect herself. Upon receiving his approval, she feels both relief and anger at being treated as a pawn. She then enters the grand ballroom, her confidence bolstered by her earlier actions, ready to confront the man who has the power to affect her future.

To her relief, the room was a kaleidoscope of glitz and glamour, with women dressed in a dizzying array of outfits that ranged from elegant saris to risqué gowns that left little to the imagination. The diversity of the crowd meant that her own attire, while bold, did not stand out as much as she had feared. The whispers of the attendees were focused on Natasha, a socialite and the star of the evening, dressed in an asymmetrical knee-length dress that showcased her toned legs. She was surrounded by a throng of paparazzi, flashbulbs popping like fireflies in a summer night.

The sudden commotion grew louder, and Chandrani's heart skipped a beat as she realized that Karim Khan had arrived. He was a man known for his sharp business acumen and his ability to navigate the treacherous waters of politics with ease. His presence was announced by a hush that fell over the room, a testament to his power. She watched as he strode through the crowd, his eyes scanning the room with the confidence of a lion surveying his pride.


The sea of guests parted for him, revealing a path that led directly to Natasha. The bodyguards that flanked him were like a wall, pushing away anyone who dared to approach without invitation. Chandrani noticed that even the most powerful and influential individuals in the room were being blatantly ignored in favor of the young socialite. Her stomach clenched with a mix of anger and anxiety as she watched Natasha bask in the attention, seemingly oblivious to the power dynamics at play.

The photography session began, with Natasha positioned at the center, her radiant smile lighting up the room. The flashes of cameras popped like a series of fireworks, casting a strobe-like effect across the room. Chandrani's eyes narrowed as she took in the scene. This was her chance, the opening she needed. She knew that she had to get close to Karim, to make her presence known without seeming desperate or obvious.

Excusing herself from the sidelines, she made her way to the washroom, her heart racing. She had to compose herself before facing the challenge ahead. As she stepped into the dimly lit space, she was shocked to find two young women from the party, their pupils dilated and their actions erratic. They were clearly indulging in something they shouldn't have been, their glamorous personas slipping away to reveal the darker underbelly of their lives.


But Chandrani had no time for their indiscretions. She marched over to the mirror, her reflection showing a woman on a mission. With a firm hand, she adjusted her pallu, letting it slip just enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of her navel, adorned with a studded navel ring that glinted in the fluorescent lights. The blouse she had been given was designed to be a weapon, and she would wield it expertly. The fabric clung to her in a way that was both modest and seductive, the top half of her breasts threatening to spill out with every move. She took a deep breath and pushed the rest of her worries aside, focusing on the task at hand.

Her eyes met the reflection of the two party girls in the mirror, their pupils dilated and their cheeks flushed with the rush of their illicit indulgence. They giggled and whispered to each other, paying her no mind. Chandrani felt a pang of pity mixed with a hint of contempt. They were pawns in the same game she was playing, but they were already falling prey to the vices that came with the territory. She knew she had to be smarter, stronger, to survive this political jungle.

With a deep breath, she stepped out of the washroom, her heart racing. The moment had come. She saw Karim Khan standing in a corner, surrounded by a sea of admirers, his eyes scanning the room, looking for the next pawn to move in his game.


As she approached, she felt the heat of the room intensify, the whispers and stares of the attendees like a physical force pushing against her. And then, from behind her, a voice rang out, pure and innocent, shattering the tension like glass. "Mummy, where is your blouse?" Rehan's question echoed through the hushed whispers, and Chandrani felt the blood drain from her face.

Vilas Rao, the party worker who had been assigned to help them during the trip, looked at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Oh, Rehan," he said, his voice dripping with double meaning, "sometimes, we need to forget things...Deliberately."

Rehan looked confused for a moment before Chandrani's sharp glare cut through the air like a knife. "Mummy, I don't understand," he murmured, his voice small and lost amidst the sea of chuckles that followed Vilas Rao's remark.

Her face flaming, Chandrani turned to her son. "Rehan, I need you to do something for me," she said, her voice firm and steady despite the tumultuous emotions roiling inside her. "Go to the ice cream parlor and get us all some dessert, okay?"

Rehan looked up at her with wide eyes, clearly confused by the sudden change in the atmosphere. "But Mummy, I don't want to go alone," he protested.

"It's okay, Rehan," Chandrani said, her voice soothing despite the embarrassment that washed over her. "Vilas Rao will take you. Won't you, Vilas?"


Vilas Rao, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, quickly recovered. He winked at Chandrani, his gaze dropping to her chest before flicking back up to her face. "Of course, beta," he said, his voice still carrying the echoes of his earlier mischief. "Let's go get some ice cream before it all melts away."

The double meaning in his words hung in the air like a fog, and Chandrani felt her face heat up even further. But she knew she had to keep up the charade. She forced a smile and turned to Deshmukh, Karim Khan's PA. "Vilas will take good care of him," she assured him, hoping her voice didn't betray her embarrassment. "Could you possibly tell Mr. Khan that I'll be with him shortly?"

Vilas Rao looked at her with a smirk, the glint in his eyes unmistakable. He knew exactly what she was asking for, and the thought of her playing this seductive game thrilled him. "Sure, madam," he said, his voice dripping with a newfound respect. "I'll tell him to expect a...refreshing surprise."

The moment Deshmukh introduced Chandrani to Karim Khan, she felt his gaze rake over her like a hyena eyeing its prey. His eyes lingered on the swell of her breasts, the bare skin of her shoulders and arms, and she could almost feel his hunger. The room seemed to close in around her, the air thick with the scent of cologne and ambition.

Deshmukh, Karim's personal assistant, stepped aside as the politician took in the sight of her. She felt like a piece of meat on display, his eyes lingering on her bare shoulders and the swell of her breasts. His gaze traveled down her body, and she could almost feel the weight of his stare on her bare skin. She blushed, the heat rising to her cheeks, and hoped it would be mistaken for excitement rather than fear.

"Mr. Khan," she said, her voice a soft purr, "it's an honor to finally meet you." She offered her hand, and he took it in a firm grip, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a way that was just shy of inappropriate. She held his gaze, willing herself to appear confident and in control.

"The pleasure is all mine," he said, his eyes still raking over her body. "Jorawar and Khyam have both spoken very highly of you. I can see why."

Deshmukh, noticing his boss's interest, quickly made the introductions. "Mr. Khan, this is Chandrani, the founder of the Shakti Foundation."

Karim Khan's gaze swept over Chandrani like a hyena eyeing its prey, his eyes lingering on the plunging neckline of her blouse and the delicate curve of her waist. She felt a shiver of revulsion mixed with excitement as he took her hand, his grip firm yet gentle. "Ah, the woman behind the legend," he said, his voice a low purr. "I've heard much about you from my dear departed friend, Jorawar."

"Thank you, Mr. Khan," she replied, her voice a soft coo that belied the turmoil inside her. "Your support would mean the world to the Shakti Foundation as well as to our party."

The photographer, sensing the tension in the air, quickly stepped forward, camera in hand. "Shall we take a few pictures?" he asked, eager to capture the moment. Chandrani stepped closer to Karim, her body taut as a bowstring. She knew this was the ticket, the golden opportunity to win his favor. The flashbulbs popped like a round of gunfire, capturing their forced smiles and awkward proximity.

With each click of the camera, Karim took the chance to grope her bare arm, his hand lingering a beat too long, his thumb brushing against her skin in a way that was anything but accidental. She gritted her teeth and plastered on a smile, her eyes never leaving the lens. The photographer, oblivious to the undercurrents, directed them to pose closer, asking for more intimate shots. Chandrani felt like a piece of meat on display, but she knew the importance of playing the part.

On the other side of the ballroom, Natasha, the Bollywood starlet, was surrounded by a gaggle of admirers. Her laughter was like the tinkling of fine china, her eyes sparkling as she flirted with ease. Chandrani couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. The glamour, the adoration—it was a stark contrast to the sordid reality of her own situation. But she pushed the thought aside and focused on the task at hand.
Karim's hand hovered over her, his fingertips brushing against her waist, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She stiffened, her eyes darting around the room, searching for an escape. The heat from his touch was unbearable, his hand feeling like a brand on her bare skin. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, "You know, Chandrani, you have everything it takes to be an actress." His words were a caress, a promise, a threat all rolled into one.

Her heart raced, and she could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks as she blushed. "Thank you, Mr. Khan," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's quite a compliment." She hoped her smile didn't give away the turmoil raging inside her.

The photographer, satisfied with the shots, stepped away, and the moment of forced intimacy was over. Chandrani took a step back, trying to put some distance between herself and the politician's lecherous gaze. But Karim was not one to be deterred easily. He leaned in closer, his hand sliding down to the small of her back, his thumb brushing the sensitive flesh just above her waistline. She stiffened, the fabric of her sari doing little to protect her from his touch.


"You know, Chandrani," he said in a mischievous tone, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's hard to believe you're happy with your current role. A woman like you, with a figure like this," his hand squeezed her hip, "could have any role she desires." His words were a not-so-subtle hint at what he thought she could offer beyond her political acumen.

Chandrani felt a flicker of irritation but kept her smile firmly in place. "Mr. Khan," she replied, her voice measured and calm. "I am quite content with the role I have been given. And as for my figure," she paused, looking him directly in the eye, "it's just a bit of yoga and a healthy lifestyle."

Karim's leer grew more pronounced, and he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "A woman as beautiful and fit as you must have many secrets," he murmured, his hand sliding up to cup her bare shoulder. "I would love to uncover them all."

Chandrani stiffened, but she knew better than to show any outward sign of distress. She had come prepared for this dance of power and seduction. She placed her hand on his chest, her voice a purr. "Mr. Khan, I'm sure you're aware that my beauty is only a small part of what I bring to the table." She took a step back, gently extricating herself from his grasp. "But if you'd like to discuss the political matters at hand, I'd be more than happy to accompany you somewhere more private."

SUMMARY^1: Karim's inappropriate advances become more direct, suggesting that Chandrani could have any role if she used her beauty. Chandrani deflects with a mix of flattery and firmness, offering to discuss political matters privately, keeping the focus on her mission and maintaining control in the face of his lechery.

Karim's grin widened, his teeth flashing like a shark's. "Exactly what I had in mind," he said, taking her elbow in a firm grip," we cant talk businessh ere..follow me". He led her through the crowded ballroom, his eyes never leaving hers. The way he moved through the throng of people, parting them like the Red Sea, made her feel both powerful and insignificant at the same time. They arrived at an elevator, and he punched in the code for the penthouse suite. he gestured his body guards and security not to follow.

As the doors slid closed, Chandrani instinctively tried to cover her arm and shoulder with the pallu of her sari. But before she could fully shield herself, Karim's hand shot out and pushed it back down. His voice was a low, guttural whisper, filled with a lust that made her stomach churn. "Let it be," he said, his eyes raking over her exposed skin. "things which need to be admired..should not be covered..isnt it?"

The elevator ascended, the tension in the small space thickening with every passing floor. Chandrani felt the weight of his gaze on her, his eyes tracing the curve of her neck down to her bare shoulders. She knew she had to play along, to keep him interested without giving in fully. "You have quite the eye for beauty, Mr. Khan," she said, her voice a mix of flirtation and challenge. "But isn't it the policies we dress our country in that truly matter?"

SUMMARY^1: Chandrani allows Karim to lead her to a private penthouse suite, continuing the dance of seduction and power. Despite his blatant objectification, she uses her wit to steer the conversation towards politics, keeping the focus on her goals while resisting his physical advances.

Karim's laugh was deep and gruff, the sound of a man who was used to getting what he wanted. "Ah, you're a clever one," he said, his hand sliding down to rest on her hip. "But let's not forget that appearances can be just as important as policies." His thumb brushed the bare skin above her waist, his eyes never leaving hers. "And in my book, a beautiful, bare canvas is always more appealing."

Chandrani felt a mix of disgust and amusement at his audacity. "Is that so?" she replied, raising an eyebrow. "And what about the citizens of our country? Don't they deserve to be dressed in something more than just their birthday suits?"

Karim chuckled, his hand sliding down to graze the small of her back. "Oh, they do," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "But sometimes, the most powerful statements are made without any words at all." His fingers traced the outline of her spine, sending a shiver down her back. She forced a laugh, keeping her gaze locked on his to maintain the illusion of flirtation.

"Perhaps," she replied coyly, "but I'd hate to bore you with just my looks."

The room grew quiet as Karim leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "I promise you, my dear, you'd never bore me." His hand slid further down, brushing the fabric of her sari just above her ass. The vulgarity of his words sent a jolt of revulsion through her, but she knew better than to show it. Instead, she forced a smile, her eyes gleaming with the challenge.


"But tell me," he whispered, his voice thick with lust, "are you really as innocent as you seem?"

The words hung in the air, a dirty innuendo that made Chandrani's cheeks burn. She looked down, her eyes avoiding his, and her hand instinctively went to adjust her hair, a nervous tic that she hadn't realized she had. The lobby's gleaming marble floor reflected the dim light, casting a soft glow on her sari that made the fabric appear almost translucent. She felt as though everyone could see right through to her bare skin, and she wished she could shrink away from the vulgarity of his gaze.

But she couldn't. Not now. The future of her NGO, her family's well-being, and her own political ambitions were all riding on this moment. She took a deep breath and composed herself, a smile playing on her lips that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Mr. Khan," she said, her voice a cocktail of sweetness and steel, "perhaps tonight we both will have a heck of a deal..."

Karim's grin widened, and he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "I'm looking forward to it, Mrs. gupta," he murmured, his hand sliding down to caress the small of her back.

SUMMARY^1: In the penthouse, Karim questions Chandrani's innocence, his lewd intentions clear. Despite her discomfort, she uses her wit to maintain control, hinting at a deal that suggests she's willing to play along. Her poise is a facade for the intense pressure she feels, her every move calculated to secure the political support she needs.

SUMMARY^2: In the penthouse suite, Karim's advances become increasingly direct, suggesting she can have any role if she uses her beauty. Chandrani deftly combines flirtation and firmness, steering the conversation to politics and the alliance she seeks. She plays along with his games, hinting at a deal that suggests she's willing to use her charms while internally resisting his touches, all the while keeping her true intentions hidden.

Chandrani's mind raced as the elevator approached the floor. What lays ahead..what should be her next move? Was this some kind of twisted test? She had to be careful; she couldn't afford to lose control now. if things go wrong, everything including her political aspiration, her ngo goes down and even she might end in jail for being implicated in jorawar's murder. The gleaming chrome walls seemed to close in around her, reflecting her own panic-stricken face back at her.

As the elevator doors slid open, Karim's hand remained on her back, guiding her through the plush, dimly lit corridor. She could feel the heat of his palm through the fabric of her sari, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of fear mingled with excitement. She knew that she had to tread carefully. One wrong move and she could lose everything.

They approached the suite, and just as Karim was about to unlock the door, he stopped, his phone ringing shrilly in the quiet of the hallway. He answered with a gruff "Yes?" and then went silent, his eyes never leaving hers. Chandrani's stomach did a flip-flop as she wondered if he had set a trap for her, if this was all a ploy to expose her. The tension was palpable, and she could almost feel the air crackling with it.

As he ended the call with a curt nod, Karim slipped the phone back into his pocket and opened the door. Chandrani stepped into the opulent room, her heels clicking against the marble floor. The penthouse was everything she had imagined and more, a bastion of wealth and power. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever was to come.

He guided her to the plush sofa, his hand lingering on her waist a moment too long. She sat down heavily, the tension in her shoulders and neck screaming for relief. The cool fabric of the sofa felt like heaven against her skin, which was sticky with a sheen of sweat from the heat outside. Her arm fell to her side, and she realized too late that her pose was revealing, giving him a clear view of her sweaty armpit and the deep valley of her cleavage. She hastily adjusted herself, pulling the sari closer to cover her skin.

"What would you prefer, my dear?" Karim's voice was like velvet, a stark contrast to the hunger in his eyes as they devoured her. "Whiskey? Wine? Perhaps a bit of rum to set the mood?"

Chandrani's heart pounded in her chest as she met his gaze. She knew the game he was playing, the power dynamics at play. She had to keep her wits about her, to stay in control. "Wine, please," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hand as she adjusted her blouse, ensuring that her bare skin was no longer on display.


Karim walked over to the bar, his eyes never leaving hers. He poured a generous glass and handed it to her with a flourish, his fingers brushing against hers in a deliberate caress. She took a small sip, the cold liquid sliding down her throat and pooling in her stomach like a rock. She could feel the heat between them, the anticipation of what was to come.

"So, Chandrani," he said, his voice thick with innuendo. "You're here to talk politics, yes?" He sat down next to her, a little too close for comfort, his thigh pressing against hers. She could feel the warmth of his body through the fabric of her sari, and she had to fight the urge to scoot away.

"Yes, Mr. Khan," she replied, her voice steady despite her racing thoughts. "I'm eager to discuss how we can work together for the betterment of our people."

Karim leaned back, his gaze appraising her with a smug smile. "Good," he said, taking a sip of his own drink. "Because I expect nothing but honesty from a woman as beautiful and intelligent as you."

Chandrani felt a flicker of irritation at his blatant flattery, but she kept her smile in place. "I assure you, Mr. Khan," she said, her voice laced with a hint of challenge, "You will get nothing but honesty from me."

"Excellent," he said, leaning in closer. "Because I have a question for you." His hand found her bare shoulder, his thumb stroking her skin in lazy circles. "How many times has my dear, departed friend Jorawar had the pleasure of...ah, let's say, 'exploring' your lovely body?"

Chandrani's eyes widened, and she jerked away from his touch as if she had been burned. The question came out of nowhere, and she felt the color drain from her face. "What does that have to do with anything?" she snapped, her voice trembling.

Karim leaned back, a smug smile playing on his lips. "It's a test, my dear," he said, his eyes glinting. "A test to see if you're the kind of woman who tells the truth or the kind who will say anything to get what she wants."

Chandrani took a sip of her wine, her mind racing. She knew that she had to tread carefully, that every word she spoke could either win or lose her the game. She felt the warmth of the alcohol spread through her body, calming her nerves. Setting the glass down with a deliberate click, she met his gaze. "What matters is the future, Mr. Khan," she said, her voice cool and composed. "The past is just that – the past. Whether Jorawar and I had...an arrangement or not, it has no bearing on my loyalty to the cause."

Karim's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with interest. "Ah, so you are a woman of mystery," he said, leaning back in his chair. "I like that. But let's not forget, Chandrani, that in politics, everything is a test."


The atmosphere in the room grew thick, the air charged with the tension of unspoken accusations and hidden intentions. Chandrani felt the power shift, the tide turning slightly in her favor. She took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling with the effort to maintain her composure. "I'm here to discuss the future of our alliance," she said, her voice steady. "Not the past."

Karim's hand tightened into a fist, his knuckles whitening as he clenched the armrest of his chair. "Very well," he growled, his frustration barely contained. "Let's talk terms then.but i have one more question..lets say to be sure..you are absolutely true...."

Chandrani raised an eyebrow, a hint of challenge in her eyes. "I'm always honest, Mr. Khan," she replied, her voice as smooth as silk. "What is it you wish to know?"

Karim leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Tell me, Chandrani," he said, his eyes raking over her body, "have you ever been unfaithful to your husband?"

Chandrani took a sip of wine, savoring the crisp taste as it slid down her throat. She met his gaze, her eyes unwavering. "Yes," she said simply, the word dropping into the silence like a bomb.

Karim's smile faltered for a brief moment before he leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowed. "Ah, so the rumors are true," he murmured, his voice thick with innuendo.


Chandrani took a deliberate sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving his. "If by rumors, you mean that I've been fucked by politics," she said, her tone icy, "then yes, Mr. Khan. I have. But let's not confuse political strategy with personal indiscretion."

Karim's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with newfound interest. "A woman who doesn't mince words," he said, leaning back in his chair. "I like that."

The discussion grew heated as they debated the terms of the alliance. Chandrani insisted that her side would offer 100 crore in cash and three cabinet berths for his party members. Karim, however, was not so easily swayed. He demanded 200 crores and six cabinet berths, his greed unabashed.

"Three is too little for what you're asking," he said, his hand tracing the edge of his wine glass. "You want my full support, you need to give more."

Chandrani felt a bead of sweat form on her brow, but she kept her smile in place. "Mr. Khan, we are willing to be generous, but we must be reasonable."

Karim's eyes narrowed, his expression a blend of lust and greed. "Reasonable?" he sneered. "In politics, there is no room for reason."

The tension in the room grew palpable as Chandrani's heart hammered in her chest. She knew she had to push harder, but she couldn't risk losing control of the situation. "We can offer 200 crores," she said firmly, her voice steady despite the quaking inside her. "And four cabinet berths. That's our final offer."


Karim leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully. His eyes roved over her, and she could almost feel his thoughts as he weighed her offer against the price of her body. "Four," he murmured, "but only if you can convince my friend here to agree."

The door to the suite opened, and Chandrani's heart skipped a beat as Debansh stepped into the room. He looked surprised to see her, but quickly regained his composure. The same couldn't be said for her - she felt a wave of relief and anger wash over her in equal measure. How could Khyam do this to her?

Debansh took a seat across from them, his eyes flicking briefly to the half-dressed state of Chandrani's top before returning to Karim. "What seems to be the problem?" he asked, his voice calm and measured.

The two men locked eyes, the tension in the room palpable. "chandrani is here," Karim began, his tone thick with insinuation, "has made quite the proposal. She's offering us 100 crores and three cabinet berths to support khyam's party."

Debansh's gaze flicked to Chandrani, his expression unreadable. She felt the heat rising in her cheeks, but she held his gaze, her voice steady as she spoke. "And what do you think of my offer, Mr. Debansh?"

He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest. "It's quite generous," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "But I'm curious about your...motivations."

The room felt like it was closing in on Chandrani. She knew that if she didn't play this right, everything could fall apart. "My motivations are simple," she said, her voice strong despite the quaking in her belly. "To serve the people. To make sure that the right decisions are made for the betterment of our society."

Debansh nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Very noble," he said, the sarcasm in his voice as clear as crystal. "But in politics, there are always...complications."

"I understand that," Chandrani replied, her voice steady despite the tremor in her heart. She had come too far to back down now. "But I believe that we can find common ground for the greater good."

The tension in the suite grew palpable as the discussion went on, each side refusing to concede an inch. Chandrani felt the sweat trickle down her back, her sari sticking to her skin. Despite the air conditioning, the room was stifling with the heat of their negotiations.

Finally, she took a deep breath and decided to lay all her cards on the table. "Gentlemen," she said firmly, her eyes flicking between Karim and Debansh. "The agreement I have presented is final. hundred crores and four cabinet berths. No more, no less. This is what my party is willing to offer for your support."



Debansh leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. "Very well," he said, his voice measured. "But let us be clear. This is not a done deal. In due course, certain terms may need to be...revised. Depending on the political climate."

Chandrani felt a spark of hope. "I understand," she said, trying to keep the excitement from her voice. "As long as we have a foundation to build upon."

Debansh nodded, his expression inscrutable. "Indeed," he said. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. This is just the beginning. as of now you can communicate to khyam..deal is sealed"

With that, Karim clapped his hands together, the sound echoing in the penthouse suite. "Enough of this serious talk," he exclaimed, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Let's celebrate!" He strode over to the sound system and turned the volume up, the bass thumping through the floorboards.

Chandrani felt a mix of dread and anticipation as Karim approached her with a bottle of champagne in hand, the bubbles threatening to spill over. "Dance with me," he demanded, his voice thick with desire. She hesitated, glancing towards Debansh, who was watching the scene unfold with a look that was equal parts amusement and calculation.

"Come on," Karim coaxed, his eyes glinting with mischief as he grabbed her by the hand. The music was loud, a Bollywood hit that made her want to run from the room, but she knew she had to play along. She allowed herself to be pulled closer to him, the fabric of her sari sticking to her damp skin. He twirled her around, and she caught the faint scent of his cologne, a mix of sandalwood and musk that filled her nostrils and made her stomach turn.

"This is a celebration, after all," he said, his breath hot on her ear. "You can't refuse a dance, can you?"

Chandrani's cheeks flushed, and she cast a nervous glance at Debansh. He was watching them with a strange mix of amusement and calculation, his eyes never leaving hers. She knew that she had to play this right. If she didn't, she could lose everything she had worked for. With a resigned sigh, she allowed herself to be drawn into the dance.

The music was fast, the bass thumping through the floor, making her body vibrate in time with the beat. Karim's hands were everywhere, touching her in ways that would have made her recoil in disgust under any other circumstances. But she held her ground, a small smile plastered on her lips as she twirled and swayed with him. She could feel his erection pressing against her, his excitement palpable in the way he held her.


The champagne was cold as it spilled over her chest, the bubbles popping against her skin. She gasped, her nipples hardening under the wet fabric of her blouse. Karim's eyes gleamed with triumph as he took a step back, his gaze roving over her exposed skin. "Looks like someone's enjoying the party," he said, his voice thick with desire.

Chandrani felt a thrill of power run through her as she watched Deb's reaction. His eyes were wide, his jaw clenched, and she knew that he was torn between anger and arousal. She allowed herself a small, private smile, her own desire stirring despite the situation. This was her chance to show him that she was more than just a pawn in their game, that she could be a player, too.

The music was loud and pulsing, the strobe lights casting frenetic shadows across the room. Karim's hands roamed her body, his touch growing bolder with each passing second. She could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric of her blouse, the champagne sticking to her skin, making it difficult to breathe. But she danced on, her eyes locked with Deb's, her hips swaying to the beat, her movements deliberately seductive.


Deb's gaze was intense, his eyes dark with a mix of lust and anger. He knew what she was doing, playing the game with a finesse that surprised even him. She could see the struggle in his expression, the internal battle between his desire for her and his duty to the party. It was a heady feeling, having that kind of power over someone who had once dismissed her so easily.

The music grew louder, the bass vibrating through her body. Karim's hand slid from her waist to her belly, his fingers tracing the curve of her navel. She allowed it, leaning into the touch, but she knew where she had to draw the line. Her breasts and ass were off-limits, reserved for the one man who truly knew how to make her body sing. She leaned back, arching her spine to avoid his grasp, her hands coming up to rest lightly on his shoulders.

His eyes followed the movement of her hands, his gaze lingering on the soft flesh of her arms. He was a predator, and she knew it, but she had to keep him at bay without losing his interest. She bit her bottom lip, playing the seductress as she whispered sweet nothings in his ear, her breath hot and tantalizing. His hand moved to the small of her back, pulling her closer, but she deftly stepped aside, spinning away from his grasp..

The music was a siren's song, luring her closer to the edge of temptation with every beat. The alcohol buzzed in her veins, making her feel both bold and vulnerable. What would happen if she let go, if she gave in to the desire that was simmering just beneath the surface? Would she wake up tomorrow, naked and exposed, with these two powerful men looming over her? The thought sent a thrill through her, a dangerous cocktail of fear and arousal.

Deb watched from the sidelines, his eyes never leaving her. He was like a cobra, poised and ready to strike, but she could see the hunger in his gaze. She knew that he was torn between his duty to the party and the undeniable pull of his own desires. It was a delicate dance, one that could so easily spiral out of control.

Karim's grip on her was firm, his hands under her sweaty armpits, lifting her with ease. The fabric of her sari blouse stretched taut, revealing more than she had intended. Her heart hammered in her chest as she felt the cool air kiss her skin, the weight of the room's gazes heavy upon her. She was acutely aware of every inch of exposed flesh, every bead of sweat that trickled down her spine.

Her eyes locked onto Debansh's, pleading for help, but the look in his eyes was a tumult of anger and lust. He didn't move to stop Karim, instead watching the scene unfold with a grim determination that sent a shiver of fear down her spine. She knew that she had played with fire and now she was about to get burned.


With surprising strength, Karim hoisted her into his arms, her legs dbangd over one of his broad shoulders and her arms over the other. Her breasts jiggled precariously, the blouse stretched to the point where the fabric was barely containing them. The room spun around her as he carried her towards the adjacent room, the weight of his hands on her armpits feeling like hot branding irons. The pressure on her armpits was painful, but she couldn't protest, couldn't even find the voice to scream.

Her mind was racing, trying to grasp at any shred of control she could find in this situation. Her eyes searched the room, finding Deb's, which were now filled with a fiery mix of anger and something else... something darker, something that sent a thrill down her spine despite the horror of the situation. Did he want this? Was he enjoying watching her humiliation? The thought made her stomach turn, but she couldn't deny the heat pooling between her legs.

As Karim carried her into the adjoining room, her breasts bouncing with each step, the fabric of her blouse straining dangerously, Chandrani's mind reeled. She had played the game, danced on the edge of seduction, but this was not what she had bargained for. The cool air hit her exposed skin, making her nipples peak even harder. She could feel the fabric of her petticoat riding up, exposing her thighs.

[gunman777]

Just wonderful...

[Kgngff]

Top notch!

[ray.rowdy]

It's going great. Keep it up.

[aravindkkumar08]

The story carried with erotic movement. The only lag is not elaborate sex scenes. Can you add same intensity of erotic in sex scene also

[aravindkkumar08]

Special appreciation for the writer for writing two parallel story with the same intensity. Everytime The story end with suspense with twist. This time we should see whether chandrani will save herself from getting banged by two people.

[Pattaasu Balu]

The game is hot

[rp7575]

I think its not appropriate time khan fuck chandrani is time deb fuck chandrani and deal close

[Saikarthik]

Excellent update make the next one hot and sexy

[kingqueenjoker]

Lots of the readers has asked IN DM if two story are different...answer is " NO"....!!!

[kingqueenjoker]

Thanks for all the feedback..would be great if you guys share pics of ladies whom you can relate to chandrani or rupa.

[ray.rowdy]

Awesome! Keep Going. 

[gunman777]

Insane man, Just Insane....

[kingqueenjoker]

As Karim carried Chandrani into the dimly lit adjacent room, his grin widened into a lecherous smile. He looked over his shoulder at Debansh, winking conspiratorially. The gesture was not missed by Chandrani, whose heart sank as she realized the depth of Deb's betrayal. Deb's amused expression was like a knife twisting in her gut, his eyes dark with something that she couldn't quite place. It was as if he enjoyed watching her in this humiliating situation, her dignity stripped away with each step Karim took.

Her breathing grew shallow as she was placed on a plush velvet couch, her legs sprawling open. The fabric of her sari blouse was sticking to her damp skin, her breasts threatening to spill out with every panicked inhale. Karim hovered over her, his eyes glinting with a hunger that made her skin crawl. The room was filled with the faint scent of musk and cigar smoke, the air thick with the promise of depravity.

Chandrani's hand shot up to cover her chest, the pallu of her sari clutched tightly in her trembling hand. "Please," she murmured, her voice a mere whisper. "This isn't what we agreed upon."

But Karim's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with malicious delight. He didn't bother to respond, instead reaching out to grab her wrist, pulling her hand away from her breasts. The fabric of her blouse clung to her skin, outlining the hardened nipples that stood erect in the cool room.

SUMMARY^1: Chandrani is carried into an adjoining room by Karim, her sari blouse stretched precariously, while Debansh watches with a disturbing mix of amusement and desire. Despite her protests, Karim continues to manhandle her, exposing her to further humiliation as she struggles to maintain her dignity.

Chandrani felt a wave of panic wash over her, her thoughts racing. "Please," she begged again, her voice shaking. "I'll do anything. Just don't do this."

But Karim was not a man to be swayed by a woman's pleas. He grabbed her leg with a rough hand, the grip of a predator claiming its prey. He yanked her closer, the fabric of her sari blouse seem to be tearing under the force of his lust. Chandrani's eyes widened in shock as he revealed his true intentions.

Her hand flew to cover her breasts, the pallu of her sari slipping away like a feeble shield. She shook her head, her eyes pleading with him, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But Karim was not to be denied. With a cruel smirk, he grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head, her hand and pallu now useless in their struggle.

He leaned in, his breath hot and sour on her face as he whispered, "You should have thought of this before playing games, Chandrani." His other hand slithered up her thigh, the fabric of her petticoat riding up, revealing the soft, vulnerable skin of her inner thigh. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, a traitorous response to the fear and arousal that warred within her.

SUMMARY^1: Chandrani, desperately trying to maintain her dignity, begs Karim to stop. However, he is unmoved by her pleas, revealing his true intentions and overpowering her resistance, leaving her exposed and vulnerable as he whispers a warning about playing games.

Chandrani's heart pounded in her chest like a caged bird, desperation clouding her vision. As Karim's mouth descended on hers, she turned her face away with a resigned sigh, knowing that this was the price she had to pay for the deal she had sought. Perhaps this was what Khyam had agreed to with Karim, a sweetener to seal the alliance. A feeling of self-loathing washed over her, mingling with the bitter taste of regret.

Karim's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with triumph as he took in her expression. He rubbed his stubbled cheek against her neck, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. She felt his tongue dart out, tracing the curve of her neck before dipping lower to lick the soft flesh beneath her ear. Her body stiffened, but she couldn't stop the involuntary gasp that escaped her lips. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't deny that his touch, though unwelcome, had a strange, animalistic appeal to it.
He nuzzled her shoulder, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before moving to her armpit. Chandrani's breath caught in her throat as she felt his tongue flick over the smooth flesh, the sensation foreign and unsettling. She squirmed, trying to push him away, but his grip was like steel. His hands slid down to her breasts, his thumbs tracing the hardened peaks through the sodden fabric.

SUMMARY^1: Chandrani resigns herself to the situation, allowing Karim's kisses and touches despite her fear and disgust. His actions become increasingly intimate, including kissing her neck and armpit, which elicits an involuntary reaction from her, highlighting the depth of her predicament and the price she feels she must pay for political power.

Surprisingly, he didn't linger there. Instead, he trailed kisses down her sternum, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. He paused at her navel, his eyes locking with hers as he inserted his tongue into the sensitive hollow. Chandrani's eyes widened in shock, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. It was a strange, intimate gesture, one that was both humiliating and oddly erotic.

Her gaze darted to Debansh, who was leaning against the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest. His expression was unreadable, his eyes dark and intense as they bore into hers. She wanted to plead for help, but she knew that she was in too deep. She had played the game, and now she had to pay the price.

"Natasha," Deb called out, his voice like a whip crack in the stillness of the room. Karim's head snapped up, and for a moment, Chandrani thought she saw a flicker of annoyance in his eyes before they cleared, his expression smoothing into one of feigned indifference. He set her down, his hands lingering on her waist as he stepped back. "Natasha is waiting for you in her room," Deb continued, his tone cold and final.

The world seemed to come back into focus for Chandrani, and she realized with a start that she had been holding her breath. She took a step back, her legs wobbly beneath her. Her sari was still askew, the blouse clinging to her damp skin, revealing more than she would have liked. She hastily adjusted her pallu, her hands shaking as she tried to regain her composure.

SUMMARY^1: Karim kisses Chandrani's navel, which feels both humiliating and erotic. Debansh's unreadable gaze fuels her fear and arousal. Deb interrupts them, calling for Natasha, and Chandrani is left to readjust her clothing, shaking from the intensity of the moment.

SUMMARY^2: Chandrani is carried into a private room by Karim, her sari blouse revealing much of her body. Despite her pleas, he continues to touch her inappropriately, including kissing her armpit. Debansh watches, his expression a mix of emotions, until he calls for Natasha, giving Chandrani a brief reprieve to compose herself.

Deb's words hung in the air like a sword of Damocles, and Karim's expression shifted from shock to anger in the blink of an eye. He spun around, his eyes searching the room for the elusive Natasha. Chandrani could see the rage bubbling just beneath the surface, the realization that he had been played clear on his face. "What the fuck, Deb?" he spat, his grip on her arm tightening.

"Let go of me," Chandrani said, her voice shaking but firm. She wasn't about to let him take his anger out on her.

Karim's hand dropped from her arm, and she took a step away, her heart racing as she tried to compose herself. "You heard the man," she said, her voice low and steady. "Natasha is waiting."

He stared at her for a moment, his eyes wide with disbelief before a slow, cruel smile spread across his face. "Ah, the sweet taste of power," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But don't get too comfortable, darling. You're not the only one who knows how to play this game."

Deb cut in, his voice cold as ice. "Karim," he said, his tone a clear warning. "Natasha is leaving tomorrow morning for a three-month shoot in Malaysia. If you want what you came for, you'd better go now. Otherwise, you'll have to wait for another three to four months before you can fuck her."

SUMMARY^1: Chandrani demands to be released from Karim's grip, successfully asserting herself. Karim, realizing he's been played, relinquishes his hold. Deb's interjection reveals Natasha's absence and her impending departure, leaving Karim with no choice but to leave, though not before delivering a chilling parting remark that suggests he knows the political game as well as they do.

The room grew silent as Karim's grip on Chandrani's arm tightened. The reality of the situation sunk in, his eyes narrowing in rage as he realized that his prize was slipping through his fingers. He had worked tirelessly to launch Natasha's career, all for the promise of a night with her, and now it was being taken away from him.

"You can't be serious," he ground out, his voice a mix of disbelief and fury. "Three months?"

Debansh's smile grew colder, his eyes gleaming like a sharpened knife. "As serious as your little...misunderstanding with Chandrani," he replied, his words a silent threat that hung in the air.

The tension between them was palpable, a living entity that seemed to thicken the very air they breathed. Karim's hand fell away from Chandrani's arm, his expression a mix of shock and anger. He took a step back, his gaze flicking from Deb to Chandrani and back again. "fine...we will have our meeting to know each other later then..".

Deb watched him leave, his smile never faltering. Once the door clicked shut, he turned to Chandrani, his expression softening. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Chandrani took a deep breath, her hand shaking as she smoothed her rumpled sari. "I...I think so," she murmured, her eyes avoiding his. The humiliation of what had just happened washed over her, but she knew that she had to stay strong. She had won this round, but the game was far from over.

SUMMARY^1: Karim's anger intensifies when he learns Natasha is unavailable for three months. He leaves, acknowledging his defeat. Deb checks on Chandrani's well-being, their shared victory in the power play evident, though Chandrani still feels humiliated.

Deb stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help her up. Chandrani took it, her palm sliding against his, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt through her body. As she stood, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that he was there, that he had intervened when she needed it most.

"This happens when you deal with pimps," he said with a smirk, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he referenced Karim. The tension in the room broke, and Chandrani couldn't help but laugh despite the situation.

"So, you're my savior now?" she asked, taking his hand to stand up. The warmth of his touch sent a rush of relief and gratitude through her.

"Only when it suits your needs," Deb replied, his smirk never leaving his lips. They walked out of the room, leaving the gloominess and eroticsm of it. The cool evening air hit her flushed skin as they stepped onto the terrace, the city lights twinkling like stars beneath them.

"They've agreed," he said, his voice low and intense. "The deal is sealed. You've played your part well, Chandrani."

Her heart raced as she looked into his eyes, the thrill of victory mingling with the residual fear from the dance. She had done what she had to do, but it had left her feeling both powerful and utterly exposed. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
"no problem," deb said as he turned his face to booze.

SUMMARY^1: Deb helps Chandrani stand, their shared victory in the power play against Karim lightening the mood. They move to the terrace where Deb confirms the deal is sealed. Chandrani feels a mix of relief and exposure.

Deb's eyes gleamed with amusement. "It's all part of the job, Chandrani," he said, his voice low and intimate. "But maybe next time, you'll remember to listen when I offer my help."

The double meaning in his words hung in the air, thick and tantalizing. Chandrani felt a thrill run down her spine. "Do you punish all the girls who don't listen to you?" she asked, her voice dripping with seduction.

Deb chuckled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Maybe," he said, his tone playful yet menacing. "But only when they're naughty enough to warrant it." He stepped closer to her, the warmth of his body radiating through the thin fabric of her blouse.

Chandrani's breath hitched as she felt his hand brush against her bare shoulder. "And what if I don't want to be punished?" she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

Deb's smirk grew wider. "Then you'll have to be a very good girl," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. The tension between them was electric, the air crackling with unspoken desires and unresolved tension.

Chandrani's pulse quickened. "i see" she countered, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Deb stepped closer, his gaze intense. "Is that a challenge?"

Chandrani met his gaze, her heart racing. "Perhaps," she said, her voice a soft whisper. "you seem to be enjoying an innocent girl's humiliation, Mr. Deb."

SUMMARY^1: Chandrani and Deb exchange flirtatious banter about the political game. Chandrani challenges Deb, hinting at her knowledge of his enjoyment of power dynamics and his involvement in Natasha's situation.

Deb's smile was predatory, his eyes darkening. "Innocence is overrated, Mrs. Chandrani," he murmured. "And I assure you, I'd much rather be the one causing the... humiliation rather than being the audience."

Chandrani's heart raced at the implication in his words. The air between them grew thick with tension, charged with a current that had nothing to do with the politics of the evening. "Dreams are for those who can't handle reality," she retorted, her voice a sultry purr.

The phone in her purse suddenly chimed, shattering the moment. She fumbled through her bag, her cheeks burning as she realized it was her husband's call. The video call notification flashed, and she silently cursed herself for not turning it off earlier. "I need to take this," she murmured, moving away from Deb and towards the open terrace doors.

The screen flickered to life, and Ashok's concerned face filled the screen. "Chandrani, are you okay?" His eyes searched hers, and she knew he could read her like an open book. She stepped aside, the cool evening air whispering across her skin. "I'm fine," she lied, her voice tight. "Just tired."

In the  Rehan's adjoining screen, voice echoed through the phone. "Ma, come to the room soon," he mumbled, his eyes drooping.

SUMMARY^1: Deb's flirtation intensifies, hinting at his preference to be the one causing the humiliation. Chandrani's phone call from her husband and son interrupts the moment, bringing her back to reality and her responsibilities.

SUMMARY^2: Chandrani stands firm, and Karim releases her. Deb's revelation about Natasha's unavailability angers Karim, who leaves. Chandrani and Deb share a moment of victory on the terrace, discussing their mutual understanding of power plays, and the deal is confirmed. Their flirtation is cut short by a call from Chandrani's husband and son, grounding her in her domestic responsibilities.

"I will, beta," she forced a smile, her heart racing as she stepped onto the terrace, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of the suite. The phone call had been a lifeline, a reminder of her life outside this game of power and desire. "You  be good, okay? ashok my meeting is over..i will go back to room now"

Ashok nodded, his gaze lingering on her flushed face and disheveled hair. "Okay, Chandrani," he said, his voice tight with concern. "rehan is waiting for you...i am waiting for both of you at home."

"I'll be home soon," Chandrani assured him, her eyes darting to Deb, who had the decency to look away as she spoke. "We're just wrapping up here. I'll be in room soon."

The call ended, and she took a deep breath, her hand shaking slightly. She turned to Deb, her voice firm. "Thank you for your time tonight. The deal is sealed, and I'll ensure the necessary steps are taken tomorrow."

Deb's smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "Of course, Chandrani," he said, his voice low and velvety. "It's always a pleasure doing business with someone as...engaging as you."

.

After hanging up the phone, Chandrani turned to Deb, her expression a careful mask of professionalism. "Thank you for your understanding," she said, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. "I must go to my room now. It's been a long day."

SUMMARY^1: Chandrani receives a video call from her husband and son, which serves as a reality check and helps her regain composure. She ends the call and addresses Deb formally, maintaining a professional demeanor as she thanks him for his time and confirms the deal before excusing herself to go to her room.

Deb nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Of course," he said, his voice like honey. "Let me walk you there." He offered his arm, and she took it, the touch sending a jolt of electricity up her spine.

They walked through the hotel lobby, their footsteps echoing off the marble floors. The night staff cast furtive glances in their direction, recognizing the power couple that was Chandrani and Debansh. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, and she was acutely aware of the dampness between her legs.

As they reached the elevator, he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "You know, Chandrani," he murmured, "you're quite the enigma. So much fire and passion, yet you hide it so well."

Her cheeks flushed, but she said nothing. Instead, she stepped into the elevator, her heart racing as she watched the doors slide closed. The reflection in the mirrored walls showed her disheveled hair and the wet patches on her blouse, evidence of her recent ordeal. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling within her.

When they reached her floor, Deb walked her to her door, his hand on the small of her back, his touch a gentle reminder of the power he held over her. She could feel the heat of his hand through the fabric of her sari, and she resisted the urge to lean back into his touch.

"Thank you," she said, her voice cool despite the fire burning within her.

SUMMARY^1: Deb walks Chandrani to her room, his armor-piercing gaze and gentle touch remind her of the power dynamics at play. They reach her floor, and she maintains a composed exterior despite her internal turmoil, thanking him before entering her room.

Deb nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "may be lunch tommorow..when are you leaving" he said, his voice a low purr that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Thank you," she replied, her voice a whisper. "we will leave day after tommorow."

Deb nodded, his gaze lingering on her lips. "Ok," he murmured, his hand reaching out to brush a stray hair from her cheek. "hope you will make it"

Chandrani felt the heat of his touch, a stark contrast to the chilly air conditioning in the hotel corridor. "I'll be there," she promised, her voice steady despite the tumult of emotions within her. She turned and walked into her room, her hips swaying slightly with each step.

The sight of Rehan asleep on the bed brought a smile to her lips. He looked so peaceful, oblivious to the tumultuous evening she had just experienced. she for the first time thanked vilasrao in her mind for baby sitting rehan. She knew that she had to keep her emotions in check, to maintain the façade of the devoted wife and mother she had always been. She closed the door softly of washroom, not wanting to wake him.

SUMMARY^1: Chandrani and Deb set a meeting for lunch tomorrow, their conversation hinting at underlying tension. She returns to her room, where her son Rehan sleeps, and appreciates the quietude to reflect on the evening's events. She vows to keep her emotions in check and maintain her usual persona.

Chandrani walked over to the bed and gently kissed Rehan's forehead, her heart swelling with love for the little boy who had no idea of the games that adults played. She has changed to a sphagetti and a descent short, her skin feeling cool and relieved as it met the air. she had been careful of not exposing too much skin when rehan is around.Her mind replayed the events of the evening, the way Deb's hand had felt on her skin, the way Karim's mouth had brushed against her armpit.

She needed to sleep, to clear her head, to prepare for whatever tomorrow would bring. The hotel room was cold, but she felt hot, the memory of the men's touch still burning her skin. She slipped into bed, her mind racing with thoughts of power and passion.

The sheets were cool and smooth, a welcome respite from the sticky fabric of her sari. She pulled the comforter up to her chin, her thoughts swirling in the quiet darkness. The line between business and pleasure had been blurred tonight, and she wasn't sure if she liked it. Her hand wandered down to her thigh, tracing the line of her sari petticoat. The fabric was damp, sticking to her skin like a second layer. She couldn't help but remember the way Deb's gaze had lingered on her, the way he had watched her with that hunger in his eyes. with all these thoughts playing on her mind , she dozzed off.

SUMMARY^1: Reflecting on the evening's encounters with Deb and Karim, Chandrani feels conflicted about the blurred lines between business and pleasure. She checks on Rehan, then changes into comfortable clothes before going to bed, her thoughts consumed by the day's events and the anticipation of tomorrow's meeting with Deb.

Elsewhere in the hotel, Natasha lay sprawled on the rumpled bed, her naked body with only a gold wiast chain glistening with sweat and semen. Her legs were spread wide, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Karim Khan's snores filled the room, his massive form barely contained by the king-sized bed. Natasha's breaths were ragged, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of the rough handling she had just endured. Her eyes narrowed with satisfaction as she reached for her phone, her hand shaking slightly.

Her fingers danced over the screen, typing out a message. "It's confirmed. Karim Khan will be at his firmhouse tomorrow." She hit send and then, with a flick of her wrist, turned the phone off. The silence was deafening, and she felt a brief moment of triumph. she tiptoed to the washroom and flushed down the sim.