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

[Vineeth412]

Awesome update. The writing is really intense and can't wait for the next update. Hats off to the writer. It's been a bit since I read first updates. Just wanted to confirm if anyone else had sex with chandrani so far other than her husband?

[aravindkkumar08]

As of this story a women's game against men for power money ambition. I think in end the actual loser will be husband and child. rehan and ashok

[Saikarthik]

Nice update

[kingqueenjoker]

The next morning, Chandrani woke up to the chirping of her phone, her heart racing as she reached for it. She checked the screen and saw a missed call from Ashok, but no message from Deb. Her stomach dropped slightly, the anticipation of his text like an unfulfilled promise. She took a deep breath and composed herself, reminding herself that it was still early. Maybe he was busy or will wake up late or may be they can meet at breakfast tabble.



As she got out of bed, she couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment that had settled over her like a thick fog. She had been so looking forward to their rendezvous, the thrill of the power play still fresh in her mind. But she knew she couldn't let it show, especially not in front of her son.

After a quick shower, she dressed in a modest salwar kameez, her thoughts racing. What could it mean that Deb hadn't texted her yet? Was he playing another game, or had she overestimated his interest? She pushed the thoughts aside as she sat down with Rehan for breakfast.

Her son chattered away, his eyes bright with excitement about the swimming pool. Chandrani forced a smile, nodding along to his stories while scanning the crowded dining room for any sign of Deb. The aroma of masala omelets and sizzling parathas filled the air, but she had no appetite. The anticipation of seeing him was like a tightrope walk over a pit of snakes, thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

"Mama, are you listening?" Rehan's voice pierced through her thoughts.

Chandrani blinked, focusing on her son's eager face. "Of course, beta," she said, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. "You were telling me about your science project?"

Rehan beamed and launched into an enthusiastic recount of his college escapades and the latest superhero movie he had watched. She nodded and smiled, her mind still racing with the thought of the dealt?
she had already tried to reach out to khyam in morning twice to inform him but he did not pick phone.

Post breakfast, as the dishes were cleared away by the efficient hotel staff, Rehan's eyes lit up as he tugged at her arm. "Mama, can we go to the swimming pool now?"

Chandrani's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but she managed a smile. "Of course, beta. We'll go before lunch. First, let's check if your father has messaged." She didn't want to admit the truth; that she was eager to hear from khyam and recieve some bravado and assurance of all the promises or may be a call from Deb. She pulled out her phone, hoping for a message that would set the tone for the rest of her day.


Back in the room, she helped Rehan change into his swimming shorts, her own heart racing at the thought of what lay beneath her modest salwar kameez. The hotel room felt suffocatingly small, the mundane task of packing forgotten. She slipped into the bathroom and shed her clothes, her body feeling alive and charged from the night's events. The mirror revealed a daring choice she had made for the weekend, a monokini and a thong that barely contained her curves. Her breasts, heavy with anticipation, were merely held in place by the flimsy triangular piece of fabric, and the string of the thong did nothing to conceal the roundness of her ass cheeks.

For a moment, she allowed herself to admire her reflection, the way the water droplets from the shower clung to her skin, accentuating her every curve. But as reality crashed in, she realized with a start that she couldn't possibly wear this in front of her son. She hastily grabbed a shrug , pulling it on over the monokini. The shrug was loose, but it would have to do. With a sigh, she stepped out of the bathroom, her thoughts a tangled web of desire and duty.


Rehan's eyes lit up when he saw her, his excitement for the pool infectious. But Chandrani's mind was elsewhere. The phone in her hand was buzzing with a call from Khyam, and she knew she had to take it. "Rehan, wait just a second," she called out, but her son was already sprinting down the hallway, his laughter echoing through the hotel corridor. Her heart skipped a beat as she answered the call, her breath shallow with nerves.

"Chandrani, you've done it!" Khyam's voice boomed through the line, filled with congratulations. Her stomach sank. He had found out about the deal from someone else, from the higher-ups of karim khan's party in Delhi. She felt a pang of disappointment that she hadn't been the one to deliver the news, but she quickly shoved it aside. This was her victory, and she had to own it.

"Thank you, Khyam," she said, trying to keep the frustration from her tone. "It was a tough negotiation, but I'm happy with the outcome."

Khyam's chuckle was low and knowing. "I can imagine," he said, his voice dripping with innuendo. "I've always admired your...tenacity."

Chandrani's cheeks burned, and she swallowed hard. "It was all for the party," she murmured, her eyes straying to rehan.

"Of course," Khyam said, his tone smooth as silk. "But remember, you're not just a tool to be used and discarded. You're a player in this game now."


Chandrani's eyes widened at the implication, but before she could respond, Rehan's voice grew louder. "Mamma, come on!" She knew she had to end the call. "I'll call you back, Khyam," she said, her voice strained, and hung up.

Her son's excitement was a stark contrast to the weight of her conversation. She took a deep breath and tucked her phone into her bag, forcing a smile onto her lips. "Let's go," she called out, hurrying after him.

As they approached the pool, Chandrani's eyes scanned the area, searching for lifeguards or any sign of safety. The pool was large, with a deep end that seemed to call out to Rehan's boundless energy. She felt a flicker of worry as he ran towards it, his little legs pumping with excitement. "Rehan, wait!" she called out, but he didn't slow down.

Deb, who had been quietly following them, noticed her concern and swiftly stepped in. He scooped Rehan up into his arms, his biceps flexing with the effortlessness of a seasoned parent. "Let's not go in there just yet," he said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "It looks a bit deep for our young friend."

The relief that flooded Chandrani was palpable. She didn't trust herself to speak, so she just nodded, her eyes lingering on Deb's strong, capable arms. Rehan giggled, enjoying the sudden ride, and she felt a strange mix of emotions—gratitude, attraction, and a hint of something else, something she didn't quite want to acknowledge.


They made their way to the kiddie pool, a shallow area with floaties and water toys, perfect for a five-year-old's boundless enthusiasm. As Deb set Rehan down, the boy squealed and dashed into the water, splashing and laughing. Chandrani couldn't help but watch Deb as he rolled up his sleeves and crouched down to help her son, his muscles flexing beneath the fabric of his shirt. She felt a warmth spread through her body that had nothing to do with the sun.

Deb looked over at her, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Aren't your mommy coming to join us?" he asked, his tone playful but with a hint of challenge.

Chandrani's eyes narrowed slightly, but she kept her voice light. "Rehan, sweetheart," she called out, her gaze never leaving Deb's. "Why don't you tell Uncle Deb why I can't go in the pool with you right now?"

Rehan looked over, water droplets clinging to his lashes and a grin splitting his face. "Mama said she doesn't have her swimsuit on," he yelled, his voice carrying over the splashing.

Deb's eyes flicked to Chandrani, a mischievous glint in them. "Ah, I see," he said, his voice carrying a double meaning that was lost on the innocent boy. "Well, I'm sure she has something suitable to wear, isnt it?"

Chandrani felt the heat rise in her cheeks at his implication. She wore a monokini underneath. She glanced down at her phone, the screen displaying a string of missed calls and messages from Ashok. She knew he wouldn't approve of her swimming in such attire, especially with another man present.

"But Rehan," she protested, "Mamma's clothes will get all wet."

Deb's eyes twinkled with understanding at her double entendre. He knew exactly what she meant, and he couldn't help but appreciate her wit. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Don't worry, I've got it covered." With a mischievous grin, he turned to the boy, who was eagerly eyeing the pool. "Look what I've got for you, buddy," he said, pointing to the inflatable armada of floating toys he had procured from the hotel staff.

Rehan's face lit up like a Christmas tree, and he didn't need to be told twice. He squealed with delight and dashed to the pool's edge, leaving the adults behind. With the child thus occupied, Deb turned back to Chandrani, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He took off his shirt, revealing a body that was surprisingly toned for a man in his late 40s. His muscles rippled in the sunlight, the dark hair on his chest leading down to the waistband of his shorts. His abs were firm, a testament to his discipline in maintaining his physique despite his demanding schedule.

"Now," he said, his voice low and filled with amusement, "I'm sure your mommy can join us in the pool."


Chandrani's eyes flicked from Deb's bare chest to the pool, her thoughts racing. The situation was fraught with tension, the line between business and pleasure blurring more with each passing moment. She knew that she had to tread carefully, but the temptation to indulge in this unexpected moment of lightness was too strong to resist.

With a coy smile, she stood up, the sound of the fabric of her shrug whispering against her skin as she let it drop to the floor.She stepped out of it, revealing her figure in all its glory. The monokini was a bold choice, but she had picked it out with a purpose. The way it hugged her curves, accentuating her breasts and cinching her waist, made her feel powerful. The sight of her curvy figure in the monokini was enough to make Deb's eyes widen, his gaze lingering on her full breasts and the curve of her hips. She walked towards the pool with a sultry grace, her hips swaying with each step. The water was cool and inviting as she took the plunge, the splash momentarily dousing the heat that had been building between them.

They floated on the water, their legs brushing against each other, the tension palpable. Deb leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers. "The deal will be sealed officially next Wednesday, at the press conference," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "And until then, you should hope that everything goes according to plan."


Chandrani felt a shiver of excitement run through her as she nodded. "I understand," she said, her voice low and sultry. "What happens if it doesn't?"

Deb's eyes darkened, his gaze holding hers captive. "Let's not think about that," he murmured, his hand reaching out to caress the water's surface, the droplets rippling in response. "Let's just enjoy the moment."

Chandrani felt a thrill at his words. The situation was precarious, a dance of desire and power played out in the sun-drenched pool. She leaned back, letting the water support her, her breasts rising out of the water, the monokini's fabric clinging to her like a second skin. Deb's gaze followed the movement, his eyes smoldering with heat.

Rehan's voice cut through the silence, "Mama, I'm hungry."

Chandrani's heart skipped a beat as she turned to face her son, the coolness of the water against her skin forgotten as she saw the innocence in his eyes. "Okay, sweetie, I'll be out in a minute," she called back, her voice strained as Deb's hand continued to explore beneath the water's surface.


Deb's fingertips traced the contour of her ass cheek, the fabric of her thong doing little to shield her from his touch. She felt his hand glide over the elastic band, and then down, sliding into her crack. She gasped, trying to maintain her composure as she watched Rehan playfully splash in the kiddie pool. The warmth of his hand against her skin was a stark contrast to the coldness of the water, and she felt her pussy clench involuntarily.

"Mama, can we have ice cream?" Rehan's voice was a siren's call, pulling her back to reality. "Sure, sweetie," she called back, her voice slightly shakier than she intended. She couldn't let her son see the flustered state she was in. With a deep breath, she pushed herself away from Deb, the water droplets from her skin sparkling in the sun.

Deb emerged from the pool like a Greek god, water cascading from his muscular frame. He winked at Chandrani before scooping up Rehan, the boy's laughter ringing out as he was lifted into the air. "You stay and enjoy the pool, Chandrani. I'll take care of the little man," he said, his voice low and suggestive.

Her heart racing, Chandrani took the opportunity to slip out of the pool and make her way to the changing area. The cool air hit her like a slap, her body flushing as she realized Deb had seen her in her monokini. She hurried into the adjacent room, her thoughts a tumult of excitement and fear. She had never felt so exposed, so...desired.


Deb wiped rehan and dried him off in jiffy and asked the bar tender to give him an ice cream.
" where is mommy ? ", rehan asked while scanning the pool. "i will be back with her", deb remarked.

As she stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over her, she heard the door open behind her. She spun around, expecting to see Rehan, but instead, it was Deb, his muscular physique glistening with droplets of water. His eyes took in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on the way the wet fabric clung to her curves.

"I thought you were Rehan," she stuttered, reaching for a towel.

Deb smirked, closing the distance between them. "I think you're happy it's me," he murmured, his eyes darkening.

Without waiting for a response, he reached out and cupped Chandrani's ass, giving it a firm squeeze. She gasped, her eyes going wide with shock and arousal. "Do you mind?" he asked, his voice a low rumble in her ear. She hesitated for a moment, the sound of the running water muffling the outside world. Then she shook her head, her cheeks flaming red.

They stepped closer, their bodies pressed against each other in the tight space of the shower stall. The warm water streamed down their skin as Deb's hands roamed her body, his fingers tracing the lines of her waist and hips. Chandrani felt a thrill run through her as she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, her breasts pressing against his chest.

"What will people think?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.
Deb whispered, " i am more interested in your thong than people's thought"...tracing line on chandrani's ass crack.


Deb chuckled, his breath hot against her ear. "Let them think what they will," he said in mischievous tone.

Just as the tension between them reached a boiling point, the sound of the door opening and closing echoed through the bathroom, followed by the chatter of two foreigners. Chandrani's eyes went wide with panic, and she frantically pushed Deb away. They both stepped back, the water still running, their bodies taut with unfulfilled desire. The two men didn't seem to notice the charged atmosphere as they talked about the weather and the hotel's amenities in a language neither Chandrani nor Deb could understand.

Deb winked at her, a knowing smile playing on his lips, as he stepped aside to let her out of the shower. She grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself tightly, the fabric sticking to her damp skin. Chandrani could feel his eyes on her, drinking in the sight of her wet hair and the flush on her cheeks. She ducked into the changing room, her heart racing.

[kingqueenjoker]

The two foreigners chuckled to themselves as they approached the shower area, oblivious to the scene they had just interrupted. They spoke in rapid-fire French, their conversation about the hotel's excellent wine selection. Chandrani took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She knew she couldn't stay in here forever, but the thought of facing Deb after what had just happened was almost too much to bear.

With trembling hands, she shut off the shower and stepped out, wrapping the towel tightly around herself. Deb had already retreated to the changing room, his own towel slung low on his hips, revealing the muscular V-cut that led down to the bulge between his legs. He shot her a wink that sent a shiver down her spine. They both knew what had just happened, and the unspoken promise of more hung heavy in the air.

Once dressed, Chandrani wore a shrug over her monokini, the fabric clinging to her damp skin. She met Deb in the hallway, his eyes raking over her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ready for lunch?" he asked, his tone casual despite the electricity between them.

"Yes," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

Lunch was a cacophony of chit-chat, with Deb regaling them with tales of his political escapades and the current landscape of the nation's power plays. Chandrani found herself drawn into his narrative, her eyes wide with interest as he spoke with the confidence of a man who knew his game inside out. His wit was sharp, and his insights were astute, leaving her impressed with his grasp of the complex web of alliances and betrayals that made up their country's politics.


But what truly intrigued her was his sudden shift in conversation, probing into her own background with a level of detail that suggested meticulous research. It was as if he had studied her life like a script, ready to play the part of the charming host with a perfect understanding of his leading lady. She felt a thrill at the thought of being under his scrutiny, a mix of excitement and wariness that made her heart race.

As the meal wound down, Deb leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So, what's the plan for tonight, Chandrani?" His eyes sparkled with mischief, and she knew he was referring to something more than mere evening plans.

Chandrani felt the heat rising in her cheeks. "I was thinking of taking Rehan shopping," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. "He's been wanting a new game, and I don't trust him to choose something appropriate on his own."

Deb's eyes gleamed with understanding. "Ah, a mother's touch," he said, his voice dripping with double entendres. "But what about dinner? Surely you can spare some time for that?"

Chandrani felt a jolt of excitement. "we would love to join you," she said, her voice a little too eager. "say 8pm?"

"Perfect," Deb said, his eyes lingering on her. "But remember, Rehan," he added, his gaze sliding over to Chandrani's barely concealed chest peeping through shrug, "make sure your mother wears something...comfortable tonight."


The innuendo was clear, and Chandrani felt a thrill of anticipation mingle with the dread that had been her constant companion since their arrival. She knew what he was hinting at, and she couldn't deny the flicker of desire that danced in her belly. But she also knew she had to keep her wits about her.

Rehan was oblivious to the undercurrents, his eyes glued to the phone screen as he played his latest game.

"Mama, can I go to the arcade?" he asked, looking up with hopeful eyes.

Chandrani's mind was racing, but she kept her smile in place. "Of course, Rehan," she said, trying to keep her voice light. "But remember, we're meeting Mr. Debansh for dinner at eight."

The boy nodded, his attention already drifting back to the game. "Okay, Mama."

Chandrani took a deep breath, her pulse racing. She leaned over, her voice low and sultry, "And remember, sweetheart, if I'm feeling particularly...generous tonight, I might just wear something that gives debansh uncle's eye a little treat." they parted away with promise to meet in evening.

The rest of the afternoon was a blur of phone calls and frantic preparations. She dialed Ashok, her voice filled with excitement as she relayed the details of the deal, her heart fluttering with the anticipation of his response. But she was met with a curtness that surprised her. "Good," he said, his voice devoid of any emotion. "Make sure you don't mess things up."

"And what about your plans for tonight?" he asked, trying to keep the hope from her voice.

chandrani's response was curt. "Just a dinner with some colleagues," she said, her tone giving away nothing.

Ashok's voice was tight. "Remember, Chandrani, this is serious. you can't afford any mistakes."

Chandrani nodded solemnly, her mind already racing with the events of the night before. "I know," she said, trying to keep the tremor from her voice. "Everything is under control."

Ashok wad happy and calm . "Good," he said finally, his tone a mix of relief and warning. "Keep me updated."

The call ended, and Chandrani let out a slow breath, her hand shaking slightly as she set the phone aside. She knew she had to keep her emotions in check, especially around Rehan. He was too young to understand the games she played.

Moving to the bedroom, she took out her luggage and began searching for the perfect outfit. She had brought a few options, but tonight called for something special. Her eyes fell on an asymmetrical short gown, the fabric shimmering in the soft light. It was risky, but it was exactly what she needed to keep Deb on his toes.

The party was in full swing, the sound of laughter and music filling the room. She spotted Deb across the crowded space, his eyes immediately finding hers. He was surrounded by a group of influential people, but she could see the hunger in his gaze as he took in the sight of her. The thrill of the chase was back, and she reveled in it.

Chandrani wore an asymmetrical short gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. The neckline was low, revealing just enough of her ample cleavage to be tantalizing without being overtly vulgar. The fabric shimmered in the soft light, casting an ethereal glow on her olive skin. Her long, dark hair fell in soft waves down her back, and she had chosen to wear it loose, a stark contrast to the severe buns and ponytails she usually sported. She knew she looked stunning, and the way Deb's eyes devoured her only confirmed it.

As she made her way through the crowd, her heart hammered in her chest. She could feel the eyes of the other guests on her, some curious, some envious. The tension between her and Deb was palpable, a silent conversation that spoke of desire and power. When she reached him, he broke away from his group without a word, taking her hand and leading her to a quieter corner of the room.

The table was exquisitely set, the crystal chandeliers above casting a warm, seductive glow. Rehan, too innocent for all this, was immediately engrossed in his phone, playing games that Chandrani didn't understand. She took a seat across from Deb, their legs brushing against each other beneath the table. The contact sent a jolt through her, and she had to bite her lip to keep from gasping.

Deb looked at her with a knowing smirk. "So," he began, his voice low and velvety, "thanks a lot for coming..what you will have tonight?"

Chandrani felt the heat rise to her cheeks, aware of the double entendre. She played along, her voice a soft purr. "Whatever you recommend, Mr. Debansh."

The waiter arrived, and Deb ordered a bottle of their finest wine, his gaze never leaving hers. The conversation flowed easily, a delicate dance of innuendo and wit that had Chandrani's stomach fluttering. Despite the tension, she couldn't help but be charmed by his suave mannerisms, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled at her jokes.

When the wine was served, they clinked glasses, the sound echoing in the intimate space. "To the successful deal," Deb murmured, his eyes holding hers.

Chandrani took a deep breath, her heart racing. "And to your unwavering support," she added, her voice low and sultry. The sweet, fruity aroma of the wine filled her nostrils as she took a sip, the liquid sliding down her throat like a warm caress.

Deb leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's been a pleasure having you by my side, Chandrani," he said, his voice a smooth rumble that seemed to resonate through her very bones. "You've been a... formidable ally."


The way he said "ally" had her pulse spiking. It was loaded with meaning, hinting at the unspoken agreement they had made the night before. Chandrani felt a thrill of excitement, mixed with a hint of fear. This was uncharted territory for her, a dance of seduction and power that she had never quite mastered. But she knew she had to keep up the façade, to keep the upper hand in this delicate game.

"The seafood was indeed amazing," she said, her eyes flicking down to the half-empty platter between them. The shrimp had been cooked to perfection, succulent and spicy, the taste lingering on her tongue. The crab legs lay discarded, their shells cracked open, the sweet flesh devoured by eager forks. The lobster was a work of art, its red shell gleaming in the candlelight, the meat tender and delicate. It was a feast that had left them all satisfied, the rich flavors of the ocean melding with the crisp white wine.

Deb's gaze was intense, his eyes never leaving hers as he took a sip of his drink. He set the glass down with a deliberate click, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was the faint clinking of ice. "I am thinking something else," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. "I wonder if rehan's mommy finally decided to give deb uncle a treat for his eye

Rehan was engrossed in his game, the sounds of explosions and digital cheers echoing from his phone. Chandrani felt a flush creep up her neck, her heart racing. "What do you mean?" she asked, playing coy.

Deb leaned in closer, his voice low and seductive. "I was just curious if my guess is true," he said, his eyes flicking down to her lap. "i can bet that you are wearing a thong now..just like in morning..."

Rehan was too absorbed in his game to pay attention to the grown-ups' conversation, which allowed Chandrani to indulge in the thrill of the moment. She took a sip of her wine, her hand trembling slightly. "Some things are better left to the imagination," she said, her voice a silky purr. She took a deep breath, allowing her ample chest to rise and fall dramatically, drawing Deb's gaze even as she feigned innocence.

Deb chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "Ah, the art of the tease," he murmured. "But I'm not one for mystery, Chandrani. I prefer my... pleasures laid out before me, ready to be enjoyed." His voice was like a caress, making her want to lean into him, to feel his warmth against her skin.

The tension grew thicker than the curry that sat untouched on their plates. Chandrani could feel the weight of his gaze, the hunger in his eyes. Her own desire was building, a slow burn that threatened to consume her. She took a deep breath, her breasts straining against the fabric of her dress.
"something is to be discovered...or else where the fun is...?" chandrani said while sippingthe wine without looking at deb.

Deb watched her intently, his eyes never leaving hers. He took a bite of his food, the taste suddenly forgotten as he pondered her words. He knew what she was referring to, and the thought of her thong under the table was driving him wild. He took a deep breath, willing himself to remain composed. "Indeed," he said, his voice husky. "But sometimes, the best discoveries are the ones that unfold gradually, like a petal revealing its true beauty."

With a mischievous smirk, he reached down to adjust his napkin, his hand brushing against his own thigh. In a swift, deliberate motion, he let his towel drop to the floor. He bent down to pick it up, his eyes never leaving hers.

Chandrani took the bait, spreading her legs ever so slightly. The fabric of her gown slid aside, and she felt a rush of cool air against her bare skin. She had gone commando, a daring choice for the evening that she had hoped would pay off. The anticipation was exhilarating, and she felt a thrill as she watched Deb's gaze drop to the juncture of her thighs.

SUMMARY^1: Chandrani teases Deb with the promise of discovery, sipping her wine without breaking eye contact. Their conversation is laden with sexual undertones as Deb hints at her thong. Chandrani raises the stakes by subtly exposing herself, and Deb responds by dropping his towel, his eyes revealing his desire. The atmosphere is charged, and both are aware of their silent exchange of power and attraction.

Deb's eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed slightly as he took in the sight before him. A neatly trimmed V of dark hair framed the plump folds of her pussy, her choclate pussy lips swollen and inviting. His mouth went dry, and his cock stirred in his pants. He had to fight the urge to lean across the table and bury his face between her thighs.

"Sir?" The waiter's voice was like a splash of cold water, breaking the spell that had held them both. Deb's eyes snapped up to meet Chandrani's, her own eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as she hurriedly close her opened thighs. She had never been so brazenly exposed in public before, and the thrill was intoxicating.

"Ah, yes," Deb croaked, clearing his throat and straightening in his chair. He took the offered handkerchief, trying to ignore the bulge in his trousers. "Thank you," he murmured, his eyes never leaving Chandrani's. She could see the hunger in them, the unbridled desire that matched the throbbing in her own core.

The waiter nodded and retreated, and the moment was lost in the cacophony of the party. The music washed over them, the laughter and clinking of glasses a stark contrast to the intimate scene that had just unfolded. Chandrani felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of what might happen next. Was she really going to go through with this? Was it worth it?

Meanwhile, Rehan was feeling very sleepy. The excitement of the day and the late hour had caught up with him, and his eyes were drooping heavily. Deb noticed his discomfort and, with surprising gentleness, offered to carry him from the dinner table to their room. Chandrani's heart swelled with a strange mix of love and pride as she watched deb interact with their son. It was a side of him she first saw, and it was endearing.

As they walked through the corridor, the soft carpet muffling their footsteps, Chandrani couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. The way people were looking at them, whispering, it was clear that they were being recognized as a power couple. She had always craved this kind of validation, this sense of belonging in the upper echelons of society. With each step, her confidence grew, the fabric of her dress clinging to her curves, the sway of her hips a silent declaration of her power.

Deb's arms were strong and warm as they cradled Rehan's sleeping form, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath. Chandrani's eyes traced the lines of his abs, her mind wandering back to the brief glimpse she had caught earlier. The memory made her skin tingle, and she found herself taking a deeper breath, her eyes lingering just a little too long.

SUMMARY^1: Rehan's fatigue provides an opportunity for Deb to show his gentle side, offering to carry him to their room. This sight fills Chandrani with unexpected affection. As they navigate the hotel's corridor, she revels in the whispers of their newfound power, feeling validated and confident. The intimate setting and Deb's bare chest stir further desire within her, as she recalls the earlier glimpse of his body and feels the chemistry between them growing stronger.

Once Rehan was tucked into bed, Deb turned to Chandrani with a mischievous grin. "Alone at last," he murmured, his eyes twinkling in the dim light. He took her hand and led her back out of the room, the click of the door echoing down the hallway. The suit was quiet, the party's noise a distant murmur through the thick walls.

Deb settled on the plush couch, pulling her onto his lap with a gentle firmness that made her heart race. She could feel the heat of his body through the fabric of her dress, his thighs warm and solid beneath her. He leaned back, his arms wrapping around her waist, and whispered into her ear, "Let's capture this moment, shall we?"

Chandrani's breath caught in her throat as she nodded, the thrill of the situation making her head swim. Deb pulled out his phone, the screen glowing in the dim light of the suite. He positioned her in his arms, her head tilted back against his shoulder, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She felt like a queen, nestled in the embrace of a powerful man who could give her everything she desired. As he took the selfie, his cheek pressed against hers, she couldn't help but feel a spark of something more than just political ambition.

SUMMARY^1: After putting Rehan to bed, Deb leads Chandrani back to the suite's living area, hinting at their newfound privacy. They sit on the couch, with Deb's arms around her waist, his thighs supporting her. He suggests capturing the moment with a selfie, which she agrees to nervously. The intimacy and power dynamics between them are palpable as they pose together, hinting at deeper feelings beyond their political alliance.

The phone clicked, capturing the moment forever. He leaned back, the muscles in his arms flexing as he held her close. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice a warm rumble in her ear. He set the phone aside and leaned in, his breath hot and sweet against her neck. "you are looking really beautiful...tonight..i would never knew bong womens are so beautiful as there age progresses"

Her cheeks flushed with both pleasure and a hint of embarrassment at the compliment. "Thanks," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

Just as she was about to pull away, her phone, nestled in the folds of the couch, began to vibrate insistently. It was Ashok. Chandrani's stomach twisted into knots at the thought of her husband's voice breaking through the spell that Deb had cast over her. She made a move to grab it, but before she could, Deb's hand was there, plucking the device from the cushion.

"Don't," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. "We need to focus on what's important right now."

Chandrani's eyes searched Deb's, and she could see the hunger in his gaze. The phone continued to buzz in his hand, but for a moment, they ignored it. With a sudden surge of desire, Deb crushed his lips against hers, and she melted into the kiss, the heat of his mouth setting her body alight. His hands roamed her back, pulling her closer, the fabric of their clothes a frustrating barrier to the skin-on-skin contact they both craved.

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When he finally pulled away, her chest heaving for breath, she whispered, "Where are you going to fuck me?" The question hung in the air, a challenge and a dare.

Deb's eyes darkened, and a wicked smile spread across his face. "In the bed, next to your son," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr.

Chandrani felt a shiver of both revulsion and excitement run through her. "That's... that's what Ashok does sometimes," she replied, her voice trembling slightly.

Deb leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "But this time, it'll be me," he whispered, his hands sliding down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

Chandrani's breath hitched, the thought of her son sleeping just a few feet away making the situation both terrifying and thrilling. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help the way her body responded to Deb's touch. With a nod of her head, she gave him the answer he wanted, her pulse racing as she realized the game had just taken a dangerous turn.

Deb lowered her onto the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he positioned himself between her legs. Rehan lay beside them, oblivious to the passion about to unfold. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the only sound the occasional rustle of the bedsheets and the distant hum of the city.


With a gentle touch, Deb parted her thighs, his gaze dropping to the thick trimmed bush crowned pussy. Chandrani's pulse raced as she felt his breath against her skin, his mouth so close to where she wanted it most. She bit down hard on her hand to stifle the moan that threatened to escape her lips as his tongue traced the outline of her pussy through the material. The sensation was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through her body that made her toes curl.

He took his time, savoring the moment, his tongue dancing around her clit before dipping into her folds. The wetness of her arousal was palpable, and she could feel his hunger for her, his need to taste her, to claim her as his own. She arched her back, silently begging for more, her eyes never leaving his as she struggled to maintain composure.

Her body was a symphony of sensations, each touch from his mouth and fingers bringing her closer to the brink of ecstasy. The anticipation was unbearable, a sweet agony that made her want to scream with pleasure. But she couldn't, not with Rehan sleeping so close, his innocent form a stark reminder of the taboo nature of their tryst.

Deb's mouth was a masterpiece of teasing and torment, his tongue swirling around her clit in a maddening dance that had her hips bucking against him. She could feel his fingers inside her, stroking her g-spot with a skill that made her eyes roll back in her head. The tension coiled tight within her, a spring ready to snap.

SUMMARY^1: Deb initiates oral sex with Chandrani, who is overwhelmed by the intensity of his attentions. Despite her efforts to remain quiet due to Rehan's proximity, her desire is palpable. His expertise with his tongue and fingers pushes her closer to climax, creating an agonizing anticipation that is both thrilling and terrifying in the forbidden context of their rendezvous.

With a whimper, Chandrani arched her back, silently begging for more. Deb looked up at her, his eyes dark and hungry, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He could feel her desperation, her need to come undone in his arms. But he was in no rush. He pulled away, leaving her gasping and trembling, the ache between her legs a sweet, agonizing reminder of what he could do to her.

Her eyes snapped open, the intensity of his gaze almost too much to bear. "Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. But he just chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He knew he had her, hook, line, and sinker.

Deb stood up, his cock tenting his trousers, the outline of his erection unmistakable. He unzipped his pants slowly, the sound of the zipper echoing through the tense silence like a gun cocking. Chandrani's heart was racing, her mouth dry as she watched him expose himself to her. His cock sprang free, thick and proud, and she couldn't help the gasp that slipped from her lips. It had been so long since she had seen such a big one, and she had never seen one quite like Deb's. It was massive, veins pulsing with the promise of release.

Her eyes flicked to Rehan, sleeping peacefully on the bed, and she felt a twinge of guilt mingled with excitement. But she pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. She had to keep her end of the bargain, had to make this work.

With trembling hands, she reached behind her back and unclipped her top, letting it fall to the waist with a whisper. Deb's eyes widened at the sight of her full, heavy breasts, the nipples dark and erect with desire. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and whispered, "You are so beautiful."

Chandrani felt a blush creep up her neck as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. She closed her eyes, willing herself to focus on the task at hand. As his fingers traced the contours of her breasts, she felt a warmth spread through her body, a reminder of the passion she had long ago buried beneath layers of duty and responsibility.

With a deep breath, she stepped closer to him, her mouth watering at the sight of his thick, veiny cock. She took it into her hands, marveling at its size and heat. She looked up into Deb's eyes, her own filled with a mix of determination and trepidation. He smirked down at her, knowing the power he held in this moment.

Gently, she guided his cock to her breasts, pushing them together to create a tight channel for him to fuck. The first thrust sent a jolt through her body, the sensation of his hardness against her soft, sensitive flesh overwhelming. She moaned softly, biting her lip to keep from waking Rehan. Deb's eyes rolled back in his head as he began to move, his hips rocking back and forth as he used her breasts for his pleasure.

SUMMARY^1: Chandrani undresses and allows Deb to fondle her breasts, feeling a resurfaced passion. Despite her anxiety, she takes his cock between her breasts, creating a pleasurable experience for him, all while maintaining silence to not disturb their son. The act intensifies, showcasing her commitment to the deal and her newfound willingness to indulge in carnality.


Chandrani's mind swirled with the sensations of his cock sliding against her skin, the wetness of her mouth still lingering on her lips. She had to admit, it was a thrilling experience, being the object of such raw, primal desire from a man as powerful as Debansh. She felt both degraded and powerful, knowing that she had the ability to make him crave her.

With a final push, Deb's cock slipped free from her breasts, and she dropped to her knees before him, her heart racing. He smirked down at her, his hand stroking his cock lazily. "Now," he said, "it's your turn."

Chandrani took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Deb's. She knew what he wanted, and she was going to give it to him. She leaned forward, her mouth watering at the sight of his massive, veined erection. She parted her lips and took him in, her eyes closing as she felt the heat of his skin against her tongue. She had done this before, of course, but never with so much at stake. Each movement was deliberate, each suck and lick calculated to bring him closer to the edge.

SUMMARY^1: Chandrani succumbs to Deb's control, moving to her knees to perform fellatio. She feels a complex mix of degradation and power, knowing her actions are crucial for their deal's success. Her focus is on satisfying him, with each motion designed to bring him closer to climax, all while maintaining the silence necessary for their illicit encounter.

Deb's hand found the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her movements. She took him deep, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. She could feel him getting harder, his grip on her hair tightening as she worked her magic. But she had underestimated his stamina. As the minutes ticked by, her jaw began to ache, her mouth feeling sore and swollen. She glanced up at him, his face a mask of concentration, his eyes never leaving hers.

Her mind raced as she tried to remember every trick she had ever learned. She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she took him in deep. She knew she had to make this count, had to impress him. With a flick of her wrist, she began to pump her hand in time with her mouth, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of his shaft. He groaned, his hips bucking slightly, but still, he didn't cum.

Her eyes never left his face, watching his expression as she suckled his balls, her other hand playing with the shaft of his cock. The salty taste of his pre-cum filled her mouth, and she knew she was doing something right. But the silence was deafening, the weight of the situation pressing down on her like a lead blanket. She had to be perfect, had to make him lose control.


Chandrani took a deep breath, her cheeks hollowing as she took him back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She felt him tense, his hand in her hair tightening almost painfully. But still, he held back. The challenge spurred her on, and she redoubled her efforts, taking him deeper and deeper, her throat stretching to accommodate his size.

Her eyes watered, her jaw ached, but she pushed through the discomfort, her mind a haze of desire and determination. The air in the room was thick with the scent of arousal, the only sounds their ragged breaths and the wet noises of her mouth. Deb's hips began to rock slightly, his movements growing more erratic. She could feel him getting closer, his cock pulsing with each stroke. no man survived her expert art work more than 3-4 minutes, till data and here deb was not done even its more than 10-12 min.

Deb finally pulled away,with a grin. He looked down at her, his eyes dark and hungry. "You're too good at that," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "Come here." He gently tugged her up and led her to the plush king-sized bed. chandrani was nude infront of deb, her top has pooled into a rope near her waist...

SUMMARY^1: Despite her initial apprehension, Chandrani pushes through the pain to intensify her blowjob, feeling Deb's impending climax. His challenge invigorates her, and she doubles down, determined to satisfy him. The tension in the room is palpable, with Deb's restraint only adding to the erotic atmosphere. Finally, he gives in, leading her to the bed, where she stands naked before him, ready for the next phase of their clandestine encounter.

SUMMARY^2: Chandrani performs oral sex on Deb in the hotel suite, her every move a deliberate strategy to satisfy him and secure the political deal. Despite the challenges of maintaining silence and overcoming her own guilt, she pushes through to achieve her goal, displaying a newfound sexual prowess.

SUMMARY^3: Chandrani and Deb share a tension-filled dinner with hints of sexual tension. After Deb helps with Rehan, they return to the suite, and their chemistry leads to a kiss and a seductive selfie. This escalates to a silent, passionate encounter, with Chandrani performing oral sex as part of her strategy to cement their deal. Despite the proximity of her sleeping son, she embraces her role as both a mother and a political player.

As she sat on the edge of the bed, her legs trembling, Deb's hand slipped between her thighs. He found her clit, already swollen and sensitive from the relentless teasing. He began to rub it with the pad of his thumb, his eyes never leaving hers. Chandrani gasped, her body arching into the touch. "Do you have a condom?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding in her ears.
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Deb's smile grew wolfish as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin. "No," he murmured. "But do you mind if I take you .feeling skin to skin?" The question hung in the air, heavy with implication.

Chandrani's eyes widened, and she felt a rush of heat between her legs. The thought of  with a having it with a man like Deb was tempting, a secret thrill that had been buried deep within her. But she knew the timing was all wrong, the consequences too dire to consider. "I don't mind," she confessed, her voice shaking. "But it's not the right time."

Deb chuckled, a dark sound that sent a shiver down her spine. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin. "But what if I want to leave a part of me inside you?" He whispered, his thumb circling her clit with a firm, deliberate pressure. "What if I want to claim you?"

Chandrani felt a jolt of panic, but it was quickly doused by the pleasure that was building within her. "Deb, please," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "promise me you wont cum inside me."

SUMMARY^1: Chandrani is torn between desire and fear as Deb initiates a more intimate sexual act without a condom, hinting at the power dynamics in their relationship. Despite her internal conflict, she surrenders to his touch, craving the release he offers, while insisting on maintaining a boundary to prevent potential consequences of their forbidden tryst.

But Deb was insistent, his eyes burning with a primal need she had never seen before. He leaned back and reached for the waistband of his boxers, his erection springing free as he stepped closer to the bed. Chandrani's eyes were drawn to it, the size and power of it making her feel small and vulnerable. He climbed onto the bed, his weight pressing her down into the soft mattress as he settled between her legs.

The first touch of his mouth on her breast was like a brand, the heat of his tongue sending waves of pleasure through her body. She moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as he took her nipple between his teeth, tugging gently. His hand slid down to her clit, his fingers working in tandem with his mouth, and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building within her.

Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with desire. She arched her back, offering him more of herself, and he took it greedily, his mouth moving down to kiss and lick her stomach, his hand still playing with her sensitive flesh. Her own hands were tangled in his hair, holding him to her, urging him on.

Finally, she could take no more. "Deb, please," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "put it in.."

SUMMARY^1: Deb's insistence leads to a more intense encounter as he strips and positions himself between her legs. His oral and manual stimulation overwhelms Chandrani, pushing her to the brink of climax. Despite the risks, she succumbs to her desire, begging him to consummate their union fully.

Deb's eyes gleamed with triumph and lust as he positioned himself at her entrance. He paused for a moment, savoring the anticipation. Then, with one swift movement, he thrust forward, filling her completely. The force of it took her breath away, and she let out a strangled cry that was swallowed by the music and laughter of the party outside. Her eyes squeezed shut tight, and she felt as if her body was being split in two by the sheer size of him.

"You're so tight," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "Doesn't your husband fuck you regularly?"

Chandrani bit her bottom lip, her eyes flashing with a mix of pleasure and pain. "I'm sure it will loosen up," she said, her voice a mock complaint. "Now that you'll be fucking me regularly."

Deb's strokes grew deeper, harder, his big balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. Chandrani's eyes rolled back in her head, and she threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. The pressure built within her, her pussy stretching and clenching around his cock.

Suddenly, she couldn't hold back anymore, and a loud moan escaped her lips. "I hate to be a bitch," she murmured, the words a mix of pleasure and frustration. Deb keeping up his rhythm, hard and deep, his eyes widening in surprise. But then, he leaned in, whispering in her ear, "You're not a bitch, you're a queen," his voice filled with a strange mix of respect and lust.

SUMMARY^1: Deb claims Chandrani, filling her with a mix of pleasure and pain. Despite the circumstances, she plays along, using her sexual prowess to maintain control and satisfy him. Her orgasm builds, culminating in a powerful climax that leaves her feeling both used and powerful.

hardly deb has punped, chandrani's cunt for 7-8 times when It was as if the universe had heard her silent scream and decided to throw a wrench in their plans. Rehan's voice, small and confused, pierced the cocoon of their passion. "What is Uncle doing here?"

Chandrani's eyes snapped open, her heart hammering in her chest. She had never felt so exposed, so caught in the act. Deb froze mid-thrust, his eyes widening in horror. The room was suddenly too bright, too small, too full of the reality that they had been trying to escape.

Rehan's sleepy eyes blinked in the harsh light, and Chandrani's heart broke into a million pieces as she saw the innocence in them. he half awake,most probably woke up due to adventures going on next to him. "Mama, what's going on?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

Deb wanted to do little mischief and was slowly grinding chandrani's pussy... She managed to keep her voice calm, despite the storm raging inside her. "Deb Uncle just came to check if you're sleeping, baby," she said, her voice trembling. "Why don't you go back to sleep?"

Rehan rubbed his eyes, looking back and forth between them. "But why are you both in bed together?"

Chandrani's mind raced, trying to come up with a suitable lie. "It's just... it's just..." she stuttered, her cheeks flaming red. Deb, still on top of her, his cock now semi hard and shrinking, met her gaze with a silent plea.

"Deb Uncle had a bad dream," she finally managed to say, her voice surprisingly steady. "He thought you might have had one too, so he came to check on you. Go back to sleep, baby. We'll talk about it in the morning."

Rehan's gaze lingered on them for a moment longer before he nodded sleepily and tun aisde ot sleep. Chandrani's heart was racing, and she couldn't help but feel the coldness of the sheets against her exposed skin as Deb slowly pulled out of her. She watched as he scooted away, his cock still hard and glistening with her arousal.

chandrani waited impatiently for around fifteen minutes to be sure that rehan has slept.Once she was sure her son was asleep, Chandrani slid out of bed, her legs feeling wobbly from the intense action she had just experienced. She took a moment to compose herself, she knew deb might be angry now and she needs to use her charm to pacify her. she put on the strap of her gown and tip towed out of room.

She found Deb sitting on the plush sofa in the living room, his expression stern as he stared at the table in front of him, his fingers drumming against the polished wood. she was not sure why she has put on his shirt though not fully buttoned, revealing his taut chest and the dark trail of hair that led to his waistband. Chandrani's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, the memory of their passionate encounter still fresh in her mind. She approached him slowly, her bare feet silent on the cool marble floor.

SUMMARY^1: Chandrani covers for Deb and Rehan with a lie about a nightmare. After ensuring Rehan is truly asleep, she leaves the room to find Deb in the living area, still aroused. The tension between them is palpable as they deal with the interruption and the potential fallout from their secret tryst.

He looked up at her approach, his eyes dark and unreadable. Chandrani could feel the weight of his gaze, the tension in the air thick with unspoken words. She decided to take charge, straddling his lap and placing her hands on his broad shoulders, her naked thighs pressing against his. she let her strap down exposing one boobs.

"Deb," she whispered, her voice low and seductive, "we need to fuck here only." Her breath was hot against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "I can't risk Rehan walking in again and ruining everything."

Deb's eyes remained fixated on the table, his finger unconsciously tracing the slick crack of her ass.

"Chandrani," he murmured, his voice a low rumble of need and frustration. "There's something important came up..i need to leave."

Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of the passion that had just moments ago been burning so brightly. "Is it more important than this?" she asked, her voice a soft caress and guiding his finger into her pussy...

Deb's eyes remained unblinking, his hand still frozen in its caress. "Yes," he said finally, his voice like shards of ice. "It's more important than anything."

"What's going on?" she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of confusion and fear. " something wrong?"


Deb didn't answer, his hand still rubbing the length of her ass crack, his thumb dangerously close to her slick pussy. Chandrani could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, her body betraying her as his gaze bore into hers. His silence was like a knife twisting in her gut, but she held onto his hand, her own need for answers and reassurance overriding the embarrassment of her nakedness.

Chandrani felt the heat of his touch leave her skin as he abruptly removed his hand from her body. The suddenness of his withdrawal left her feeling cold and exposed. She watched as he stood up, his movements swift and precise, and walked over to mirror and get dressed in ziffy.

"Deb?" she called out, her voice tentative. "What's happening?"

Deb turned to face her, his eyes hard and unreadable. "We'll meet soon," he said, his tone as cold as the marble floor beneath her bare feet. "stay in touch...but remember deal is on, no matter what"

Before Chandrani could respond, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary. His hand lingered on her shoulder, his thumb tracing small circles against her skin. "The stakes are high now, Chandrani," he whispered, his voice low and intense. "You must be careful."

With that, he strode out of the room, leaving Chandrani to ponder his cryptic words. She sat there for a few moments, her mind racing with questions and fears. What had just happened? What did Deb's sudden withdrawal mean? Was she losing control of the situation, or was this all part of the game? or has something happened in those 15 min when she was inside with rehan.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her phone. She leaped to her feet, her heart racing as she grabbed the device from the bedside table. It was Ashok. She had missed his call earlier. Her stomach lurched with guilt as she was wondering if she should pick it up or not at his moment.

The phone got cut and chandrani was relieved. may be ashok thinks, she has slept.

Chandrani sank back onto the bed, her hand shaking as she set the phone down. She closed her eyes, the weight of the evening's events crashing down on her like a tidal wave. Despite the air conditioning, she felt a fine sheen of sweat on her brow, a testament to the tumultuous mix of emotions that swirled within her. She had allowed another man's cock to penetrate her, even if just for a brief moment, and there is no denying that she enjoyed getting fucked. The guilt was a bitter pill to swallow, but she couldn't deny the thrill that had coursed through her body. The feel of Deb's hardness in her mouth, the taste of him... it was a betrayal, yet she has enjoyed it.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing again. She looked at the screen, and her heart skipped a beat. It was Ashok. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for his voice. She had to play this perfectly. "Hello, my love," she said, forcing a lightness into her tone. "I was just charging my phone. Did you need anything?"

"Thank God you're okay," Ashok's voice was a mix of relief and urgency. "I've been trying to reach you. Something terrible has happened."

Chandrani's heart skipped a beat. "What is it?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"MLA Karim Khan has been assassinated," Ashok said, his voice grim. "It happened at his farmhouse this evening."

Chandrani's heart stopped for a moment, her hand shaking as she gripped the phone. The implications of this news were staggering. It all made sense now - Deb's abruptness, his distraction, the urgent call that had pulled him away from her. She felt a sudden chill despite the warmth of the room. "How?" she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

"security officer are not sure yet," Ashok replied, his own voice tight with tension. "But it's all over the news. It's chaos here in the city. The security officer are everywhere."

Chandrani's mind raced as she processed the information. The stakes had just been raised to a level she hadn't anticipated. Karim's death could mean the deal was off, or it could mean that the deal was more critical than ever. She had to stay on her toes, had to be ready for anything. "I'll be careful," she said, her voice a whisper. "I'll call you tomorrow."

[ray.rowdy]

You simply doing the killinggggg... Keep it Up.... 

[Twilight123]

One of the best story of xossipy.

[aravindkkumar08]

Excellent update.its clear chandrani can leave family for power ambition money. Story is getting interesting. One women is doing to save family and one more doing for her ambition. May be when the story ends family will suffer

[rp7575]

Execellent Update Your Writing kill it by the way I think only dev deserve fuck chandrani

[aravindkkumar08]

After reading so many blogs and this story just curious how women/wife cheats? Having loving and caring husband, beautiful family, just because of ambition and fantasy not only ruining her life but others also. Is it husband fault giving love to such women? Just my thought

[Saikarthik]

Superb excellent update

[gunman777]

You are just awesome, But put some sex more into the story. Its a request.

[Shailajaa Suresh]

Nice update

[Vikramvines]

Excellent Work..
Plz make Chandrani brutally fucked by some ugly fat politician to fulfill her political lust and also for the welfare of her NGO as well...

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[gunman777]

Give update

[kingqueenjoker]

[tamannanav]

This story is even better than north politics which has similar plot
In that shalini was seen as weak unsatisfied women who accidently gets fucked everytime
but in this chandrani was bold ambitious women who uses her body as weapon to achieve success especially the way she seduces only the needful person in her path in politics mindblowing
even for sex she is not weak getting fucked only with person who gives her success to achieve her goal mindblowing shes not a slut or bitch but a women seeking a big time success the way she uses her body superb

[gunman777]

It's been two days, no update yet posted.