03-07-2025, 10:09 AM
(This post was last modified: 18-10-2025, 01:13 AM by kingqueenjoker. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
< 1 year after the incidents of rupa's tryst with fire.....present day>
Chandrani's palms felt sticky with nervousness as she were looking outside the car unaware of what ashok was telling , her knuckles white with tension. The setting sun had barely kissed the horizon, and the city was already bustling with the murmur of the day's busy happenings. She took a deep breath and glanced at the rearview mirror, her heart skipping a beat as she caught a glimpse of her reflection. Her eyes looked tired, but the excitement of today's event shone through the shadows underneath.
In the backseat, Rehan was engrossed in his video game, oblivious to his mother's inner turmoil. She couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for involving him in this mess, but she had no other choice. The past two months had been a rollercoaster, with the political landscape of the country resembling a battleground after the shocking assassinations of Jorawar and Karim Khan. Their deaths had sent tremors through the political arena, leaving everyone on edge. Yet, amidst the chaos, she had managed to keep her ambition afloat. Today was the culmination of her hard work, her chance to be declared as one of the nominees for the vice president of the party's women's wing in Delhi.
Her in-laws, who had been invited to witness her triumph, were buzzing with excitement. They had always been her strongest supporters, encouraging her to pursue her dreams and often bragging about her potential to anyone who would listen. They were thrilled to be part of her moment of glory, their chatter filling the car with a sense of familial warmth. Chandrani forced a smile and nodded along to their words of encouragement, her thoughts racing with the events that had led her to this point.
Finally, the car pulled up to the grand entrance of the party headquarters, a gleaming tower of steel and glass that loomed over the surrounding buildings. The sight of the bustling crowd and the flashing cameras made Rehan's eyes widen in awe, while Ashok's parents marveled at the grandeur of the place. Chandrani's stomach churned with nerves as she stepped out of the car, her simple blue sari feeling almost out of place amidst the sea of designer clothes and expensive jewelry. She took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders, reminding herself that she had earned her place here.
Inside, they were greeted by KK, a party veteran with a warm smile and a firm handshake. "Madam," he said, his eyes twinkling with respect. "Khyam Sahib is eager to speak with you."
Chandrani's heart skipped a beat. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for. She nodded gracefully, and Ashok, ever the supportive husband, offered his arm. "I'll be right back," she assured her in-laws, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves.
They walked down the opulent corridor, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the polished marble floors. The walls were adorned with portraits of past party leaders, their stern gazes following her as she moved deeper into the heart of the headquarters. The air was thick with the scent of ambition and power, and Chandrani could feel it seeping into her very pores.
As they approached the small group standing little bit away from the crowd of psrty workers, mid level leaders and media, KK stepped aside, giving them a knowing smile. "Good luck," he whispered, before leaving.
Khyam and Nitin Jhunjhunwala, the new defacto boss of the Awam Vikas Party in the wake of Karim Khan's assassination, were deep in conversation. The sight of them together, both having risen to power on the heels of tragedy, sent a chill down Chandrani's spine. Their rise to power mirrored each other's, a grim reminder of the ruthless world of politics she had chosen to navigate. She had never met Nitin before, but she knew his reputation as a shrewd and cunning player in the party's hierarchy.
Deb spotted her and Ashok approaching, and his eyes lit up with a mischievous spark. He broke away from the huddle and strolled over, his hand outstretched. "Chandrani, my dear," he said, his voice oozing charm. "I've heard so much about you."
Chandrani took his hand, her heart racing. She could feel the electricity of their earlier encounter crackling between them, despite the professional facade they both wore like armor. She introduced Ashok, who shook Deb's hand firmly, his eyes assessing the newcomer. Deb was dressed in a tailored suit, looking every inch the successful businessman he was rumored to be.
"Ah, Ashok," Deb said, his smile widening. "I've heard so much about you. Your wife is quite the catch." His gaze flickered to Chandrani, and she felt the heat of his stare as he added, "Her...skills are unparalleled." The innuendo was so subtle that only someone who knew what had transpired could catch it, and she watched with amusement as Ashok's expression remained neutral.
Ashok nodded politely, seemingly oblivious to the hidden meaning behind Deb's words. "Thank you," he said, his voice even. "Chandrani is indeed special."
Chandrani felt a blush creep up her neck, her eyes sparkling with mirth. She couldn't help but rub her nose, a subtle gesture that only Deb would understand. It was a silent acknowledgment of the intimate secret they shared, a secret that had started out as a simple deal but had evolved into something much more intense and passionate. The way Deb had fucked her earlier that day...may be it was hardly about 5minutes.... was still vivid in her memory, his cock pounding into her with a ferocity that had left her breathless and craving more.
Ashok, on the other hand, remained blissfully unaware of the double meaning behind Deb's words. He nodded politely, his expression unreadable. Chandrani could almost see the wheels turning in her husband's mind as he sized up the other man. Despite the situation, she couldn't help but feel a smug sense of satisfaction. Ashok had no idea that the very man who was praising her in such a way had just had his cock buried deep inside the pussy of his beloved sanskari wife.
Khyam and Nitin Jhunjhunwala approached them, their smiles broad and their eyes gleaming with excitement. They exchanged pleasantries, both men praising Chandrani and Deb for the successful deal they had brokered. Chandrani felt a warmth spread through her chest, basking in the glow of their praise. It had taken a lot of work, a lot of late nights and tense negotiations, but she had done it. She had proven herself to be more than just a pretty face, more than just a trophy wife. She was a player in this cutthroat game of politics and business.
Khyam leaned in, his voice a low whisper that was for Chandrani's ears alone. "There's been a slight change in plans," he said, his eyes flicking to the podium where a group of men were huddled together, talking in hushed tones. "There will be one more nomination for the VP of the women's wing in Delhi."
Her heart sank, but she kept her smile firmly in place. "Oh?" she replied, her voice a picture of innocence. "From whom?"
Khyam's eyes gleamed as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "From Rana's camp," he murmured. "But don't worry, the numbers are in our favor. You will win."
Chandrani felt a flicker of annoyance, but she kept her smile in place. "Thank you for the assurance," she said sweetly. "m counting on it khyam saab"
As Ashok escorted his father to the washroom, leaving her alone with the three men, the conversation took a turn towards the political alliance.
"Chandrani," Khyam said, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Rana will be announcing the nominee from his camp after the alliance is made official."
Her heart racing, Chandrani nodded, trying to hide her trepidation behind a mask of polite interest. "I see," she murmured, her voice a carefully cultivated blend of calm and confidence.
The room was a whirlwind of activity as the alliance announcement grew nearer. Politicians and their entourages milled about, the air thick with the scent of ambition and the murmur of hushed conversations. The three men, Khyam, Deb, and Jhunjunwala, left her side to ascend the podium, their footsteps echoing in the grand hall. Chandrani watched them go, visibly nervous.
Her eyes searched the crowd for a glimpse of Rehan, her heart aching to see her son. Amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, she finally spotted him in the corner, giggling as he played with another child. A young woman in her mid-twenties hovered nearby, her eyes shimmering with affection as she watched the children. Chandrani recognized the motherly glow about her; it was the same glow she had once had when Rehan was that age. The sight brought a wistful smile to her face, but it quickly disappeared as she took in the woman's youthful beauty and the way her sari clung to her body.
Approaching the pair, Chandrani felt a twinge of jealousy. It was as if she were looking at a younger, more vital version of herself. She watched as Rehan introduced her to the boy, his face beaming with innocent excitement. "Mamma, this is Sonu!" he exclaimed, gesturing to the dark-haired boy.
Sonu looked up, his eyes lighting up with a smile that mirrored his mother's fiery spirit. "Hi, Aunty," he chirped, his voice filled with the unbridled joy of a child unaware of the complex webs of desire and deceit that wove through the adult world.
"Hello, Sonu," Chandrani said, her voice warm as she returned the smile.
"i m chndrani..."she smiled to the mother of the kid.She looked at chandrani, her eyes assessing and with a smile greeted bck, " i am rupa singh" . Chandrani felt a flicker of recognition in those depths, a spark that told her that Rupa is her version of ambition and ruthlessness from her days in the NGO. The woman's handshake was firm, her grip unyielding. She had the look of someone who had seen the world and its darker corners, a look that spoke of battles won and lost, of passion and determination that had left its mark on her soul.
Rupa was dressed in a simple yet elegant sari, her figure slim and athletic. The way she held herself spoke of confidence and poise, a stark contrast to the woman Chandrani had been when she was in her twenties, fighting for the same causes. She wondered if Rupa had ever felt the desperation and the yearning that had once driven her to do whatever it took to succeed. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Rupa," Chandrani said, her voice a cocktail of sweetness and steel.
The podium was a whirlwind of flashing lights and eager voices as CM arrived.soon after, the alliance between the Lok Shakti Party and the Awam Vikas Party was announced. The crowd roared with approval, a testament to the power of unity in the face of adversity. Hiralal Rana, the ambitious youth leader, took the stage, his eyes scanning the room before landing on Chandrani. A smug smile played on his lips as he announced Rupa as the nominee for the Vice Presidential position, and Chandrani felt the ground shift beneath her feet. She had underestimated her opponent's pull and Rana's ruthlessness.
Rupa stepped forward, her poise and confidence radiating through the podium. She delivered a rousing speech, her voice clear and strong, the epitome of a new-age leader ready to take on the world. Her son, Sonu, watched her with wide eyes, clutching onto his father's hand. Bhuvan, Rupa's husband, beamed with pride, his gaze never leaving his wife. Chandrani felt a stab of envy, not just for Rupa's success but for the unabashed love and support she received from her family.
But then, as if the political drama wasn't enough, Khyam took the stage, his eyes locking onto Chandrani's. He announced her as the nominee for the same position from the alliance's side, and the room erupted in cheers. Ashok's claps were the loudest, his pride in his wife's achievement evident. Chandrani felt a rush of exhilaration and fear. Two rivals, two powerful women, fighting for the same throne. This wasn't just a political race; it was a battle of wills and wits.
Her heart hammering in her chest, Chandrani took the podium. She spoke of her vision for the party, her voice steady and strong, echoing the same passion she had once had for her NGO. She talked about empowerment and change, about a future where everyone had a voice. The audience was captivated, their cheers a thunderous affirmation of her words. But she couldn't shake off the feeling of Rupa's eyes on her, a silent challenge.
The two women stood side by side for the photo session, forced smiles plastered on their faces. The cameras flashed, capturing the tension in the air as they subtly postured and angled themselves to look more dominant. Each flash felt like a silent volley in their unspoken war, a battle of beauty and brains. They knew that in three months, it would be their gameplan and not their smiles that would win the day.
Rupa's eyes glinted with a challenge, her teeth flashing like a shark's smile as she leaned slightly forward to claim more space in the frame. Chandrani felt the heat of her rival's body and the electric charge of their shared ambition. They were both seasoned players, one forged by fire while other by ambition,and this was just the opening act.
As the camera clicks echoed, the room grew warmer, the tension palpable. The air conditioning seemed to falter, the air thick with the scent of their perfumes, the smell of anticipation, and the faint hint of rain that had begun to fall outside. Each flash of the camera was like a lightning strike, illuminating the brewing storm between them, yet they remained poised, their smiles never wavering.
Chandrani felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine, a mix of the heat and the pressure of the moment. Rupa, ever the tactician, had chosen to stand so that the light from the windows fell across her face, highlighting her youthful features while casting Chandrani in a slightly less flattering glow. Yet Chandrani did not falter, her eyes locked onto the camera, her mind racing with thoughts of how she could outsmart this woman who had stolen the spotlight.
The thunder rumbled in the distance, a low, ominous growl that seemed to mirror the silent challenge that passed between them. Rupa's hand brushed against Chandrani's arm, a gesture that could have been mistaken for camaraderie but was instead a deliberate show of possession. She had claimed her place in this political arena, and she had no intention of letting go without a fight.
As the flashes from the cameras lit up the room like strobe lights, Chandrani felt the first drops of rain patter against the glass windows. The storm outside was a stark reminder of the tempest that was brewing within her. She had come so far, sacrificing so much of herself in the pursuit of power, only to be thrown into this unexpected battle with a woman who has same fire in her belly just like hers, a woman who could threaten everything she had built.
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Chandrani's palms felt sticky with nervousness as she were looking outside the car unaware of what ashok was telling , her knuckles white with tension. The setting sun had barely kissed the horizon, and the city was already bustling with the murmur of the day's busy happenings. She took a deep breath and glanced at the rearview mirror, her heart skipping a beat as she caught a glimpse of her reflection. Her eyes looked tired, but the excitement of today's event shone through the shadows underneath.
In the backseat, Rehan was engrossed in his video game, oblivious to his mother's inner turmoil. She couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for involving him in this mess, but she had no other choice. The past two months had been a rollercoaster, with the political landscape of the country resembling a battleground after the shocking assassinations of Jorawar and Karim Khan. Their deaths had sent tremors through the political arena, leaving everyone on edge. Yet, amidst the chaos, she had managed to keep her ambition afloat. Today was the culmination of her hard work, her chance to be declared as one of the nominees for the vice president of the party's women's wing in Delhi.
Her in-laws, who had been invited to witness her triumph, were buzzing with excitement. They had always been her strongest supporters, encouraging her to pursue her dreams and often bragging about her potential to anyone who would listen. They were thrilled to be part of her moment of glory, their chatter filling the car with a sense of familial warmth. Chandrani forced a smile and nodded along to their words of encouragement, her thoughts racing with the events that had led her to this point.
Finally, the car pulled up to the grand entrance of the party headquarters, a gleaming tower of steel and glass that loomed over the surrounding buildings. The sight of the bustling crowd and the flashing cameras made Rehan's eyes widen in awe, while Ashok's parents marveled at the grandeur of the place. Chandrani's stomach churned with nerves as she stepped out of the car, her simple blue sari feeling almost out of place amidst the sea of designer clothes and expensive jewelry. She took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders, reminding herself that she had earned her place here.
Inside, they were greeted by KK, a party veteran with a warm smile and a firm handshake. "Madam," he said, his eyes twinkling with respect. "Khyam Sahib is eager to speak with you."
Chandrani's heart skipped a beat. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for. She nodded gracefully, and Ashok, ever the supportive husband, offered his arm. "I'll be right back," she assured her in-laws, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves.
They walked down the opulent corridor, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the polished marble floors. The walls were adorned with portraits of past party leaders, their stern gazes following her as she moved deeper into the heart of the headquarters. The air was thick with the scent of ambition and power, and Chandrani could feel it seeping into her very pores.
As they approached the small group standing little bit away from the crowd of psrty workers, mid level leaders and media, KK stepped aside, giving them a knowing smile. "Good luck," he whispered, before leaving.
Khyam and Nitin Jhunjhunwala, the new defacto boss of the Awam Vikas Party in the wake of Karim Khan's assassination, were deep in conversation. The sight of them together, both having risen to power on the heels of tragedy, sent a chill down Chandrani's spine. Their rise to power mirrored each other's, a grim reminder of the ruthless world of politics she had chosen to navigate. She had never met Nitin before, but she knew his reputation as a shrewd and cunning player in the party's hierarchy.
Deb spotted her and Ashok approaching, and his eyes lit up with a mischievous spark. He broke away from the huddle and strolled over, his hand outstretched. "Chandrani, my dear," he said, his voice oozing charm. "I've heard so much about you."
Chandrani took his hand, her heart racing. She could feel the electricity of their earlier encounter crackling between them, despite the professional facade they both wore like armor. She introduced Ashok, who shook Deb's hand firmly, his eyes assessing the newcomer. Deb was dressed in a tailored suit, looking every inch the successful businessman he was rumored to be.
"Ah, Ashok," Deb said, his smile widening. "I've heard so much about you. Your wife is quite the catch." His gaze flickered to Chandrani, and she felt the heat of his stare as he added, "Her...skills are unparalleled." The innuendo was so subtle that only someone who knew what had transpired could catch it, and she watched with amusement as Ashok's expression remained neutral.
Ashok nodded politely, seemingly oblivious to the hidden meaning behind Deb's words. "Thank you," he said, his voice even. "Chandrani is indeed special."
Chandrani felt a blush creep up her neck, her eyes sparkling with mirth. She couldn't help but rub her nose, a subtle gesture that only Deb would understand. It was a silent acknowledgment of the intimate secret they shared, a secret that had started out as a simple deal but had evolved into something much more intense and passionate. The way Deb had fucked her earlier that day...may be it was hardly about 5minutes.... was still vivid in her memory, his cock pounding into her with a ferocity that had left her breathless and craving more.
Ashok, on the other hand, remained blissfully unaware of the double meaning behind Deb's words. He nodded politely, his expression unreadable. Chandrani could almost see the wheels turning in her husband's mind as he sized up the other man. Despite the situation, she couldn't help but feel a smug sense of satisfaction. Ashok had no idea that the very man who was praising her in such a way had just had his cock buried deep inside the pussy of his beloved sanskari wife.
Khyam and Nitin Jhunjhunwala approached them, their smiles broad and their eyes gleaming with excitement. They exchanged pleasantries, both men praising Chandrani and Deb for the successful deal they had brokered. Chandrani felt a warmth spread through her chest, basking in the glow of their praise. It had taken a lot of work, a lot of late nights and tense negotiations, but she had done it. She had proven herself to be more than just a pretty face, more than just a trophy wife. She was a player in this cutthroat game of politics and business.
Khyam leaned in, his voice a low whisper that was for Chandrani's ears alone. "There's been a slight change in plans," he said, his eyes flicking to the podium where a group of men were huddled together, talking in hushed tones. "There will be one more nomination for the VP of the women's wing in Delhi."
Her heart sank, but she kept her smile firmly in place. "Oh?" she replied, her voice a picture of innocence. "From whom?"
Khyam's eyes gleamed as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "From Rana's camp," he murmured. "But don't worry, the numbers are in our favor. You will win."
Chandrani felt a flicker of annoyance, but she kept her smile in place. "Thank you for the assurance," she said sweetly. "m counting on it khyam saab"
As Ashok escorted his father to the washroom, leaving her alone with the three men, the conversation took a turn towards the political alliance.
"Chandrani," Khyam said, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Rana will be announcing the nominee from his camp after the alliance is made official."
Her heart racing, Chandrani nodded, trying to hide her trepidation behind a mask of polite interest. "I see," she murmured, her voice a carefully cultivated blend of calm and confidence.
The room was a whirlwind of activity as the alliance announcement grew nearer. Politicians and their entourages milled about, the air thick with the scent of ambition and the murmur of hushed conversations. The three men, Khyam, Deb, and Jhunjunwala, left her side to ascend the podium, their footsteps echoing in the grand hall. Chandrani watched them go, visibly nervous.
Her eyes searched the crowd for a glimpse of Rehan, her heart aching to see her son. Amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, she finally spotted him in the corner, giggling as he played with another child. A young woman in her mid-twenties hovered nearby, her eyes shimmering with affection as she watched the children. Chandrani recognized the motherly glow about her; it was the same glow she had once had when Rehan was that age. The sight brought a wistful smile to her face, but it quickly disappeared as she took in the woman's youthful beauty and the way her sari clung to her body.
Approaching the pair, Chandrani felt a twinge of jealousy. It was as if she were looking at a younger, more vital version of herself. She watched as Rehan introduced her to the boy, his face beaming with innocent excitement. "Mamma, this is Sonu!" he exclaimed, gesturing to the dark-haired boy.
Sonu looked up, his eyes lighting up with a smile that mirrored his mother's fiery spirit. "Hi, Aunty," he chirped, his voice filled with the unbridled joy of a child unaware of the complex webs of desire and deceit that wove through the adult world.
"Hello, Sonu," Chandrani said, her voice warm as she returned the smile.
"i m chndrani..."she smiled to the mother of the kid.She looked at chandrani, her eyes assessing and with a smile greeted bck, " i am rupa singh" . Chandrani felt a flicker of recognition in those depths, a spark that told her that Rupa is her version of ambition and ruthlessness from her days in the NGO. The woman's handshake was firm, her grip unyielding. She had the look of someone who had seen the world and its darker corners, a look that spoke of battles won and lost, of passion and determination that had left its mark on her soul.
Rupa was dressed in a simple yet elegant sari, her figure slim and athletic. The way she held herself spoke of confidence and poise, a stark contrast to the woman Chandrani had been when she was in her twenties, fighting for the same causes. She wondered if Rupa had ever felt the desperation and the yearning that had once driven her to do whatever it took to succeed. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Rupa," Chandrani said, her voice a cocktail of sweetness and steel.
The podium was a whirlwind of flashing lights and eager voices as CM arrived.soon after, the alliance between the Lok Shakti Party and the Awam Vikas Party was announced. The crowd roared with approval, a testament to the power of unity in the face of adversity. Hiralal Rana, the ambitious youth leader, took the stage, his eyes scanning the room before landing on Chandrani. A smug smile played on his lips as he announced Rupa as the nominee for the Vice Presidential position, and Chandrani felt the ground shift beneath her feet. She had underestimated her opponent's pull and Rana's ruthlessness.
Rupa stepped forward, her poise and confidence radiating through the podium. She delivered a rousing speech, her voice clear and strong, the epitome of a new-age leader ready to take on the world. Her son, Sonu, watched her with wide eyes, clutching onto his father's hand. Bhuvan, Rupa's husband, beamed with pride, his gaze never leaving his wife. Chandrani felt a stab of envy, not just for Rupa's success but for the unabashed love and support she received from her family.
But then, as if the political drama wasn't enough, Khyam took the stage, his eyes locking onto Chandrani's. He announced her as the nominee for the same position from the alliance's side, and the room erupted in cheers. Ashok's claps were the loudest, his pride in his wife's achievement evident. Chandrani felt a rush of exhilaration and fear. Two rivals, two powerful women, fighting for the same throne. This wasn't just a political race; it was a battle of wills and wits.
Her heart hammering in her chest, Chandrani took the podium. She spoke of her vision for the party, her voice steady and strong, echoing the same passion she had once had for her NGO. She talked about empowerment and change, about a future where everyone had a voice. The audience was captivated, their cheers a thunderous affirmation of her words. But she couldn't shake off the feeling of Rupa's eyes on her, a silent challenge.
The two women stood side by side for the photo session, forced smiles plastered on their faces. The cameras flashed, capturing the tension in the air as they subtly postured and angled themselves to look more dominant. Each flash felt like a silent volley in their unspoken war, a battle of beauty and brains. They knew that in three months, it would be their gameplan and not their smiles that would win the day.
Rupa's eyes glinted with a challenge, her teeth flashing like a shark's smile as she leaned slightly forward to claim more space in the frame. Chandrani felt the heat of her rival's body and the electric charge of their shared ambition. They were both seasoned players, one forged by fire while other by ambition,and this was just the opening act.
As the camera clicks echoed, the room grew warmer, the tension palpable. The air conditioning seemed to falter, the air thick with the scent of their perfumes, the smell of anticipation, and the faint hint of rain that had begun to fall outside. Each flash of the camera was like a lightning strike, illuminating the brewing storm between them, yet they remained poised, their smiles never wavering.
Chandrani felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine, a mix of the heat and the pressure of the moment. Rupa, ever the tactician, had chosen to stand so that the light from the windows fell across her face, highlighting her youthful features while casting Chandrani in a slightly less flattering glow. Yet Chandrani did not falter, her eyes locked onto the camera, her mind racing with thoughts of how she could outsmart this woman who had stolen the spotlight.
The thunder rumbled in the distance, a low, ominous growl that seemed to mirror the silent challenge that passed between them. Rupa's hand brushed against Chandrani's arm, a gesture that could have been mistaken for camaraderie but was instead a deliberate show of possession. She had claimed her place in this political arena, and she had no intention of letting go without a fight.
As the flashes from the cameras lit up the room like strobe lights, Chandrani felt the first drops of rain patter against the glass windows. The storm outside was a stark reminder of the tempest that was brewing within her. She had come so far, sacrificing so much of herself in the pursuit of power, only to be thrown into this unexpected battle with a woman who has same fire in her belly just like hers, a woman who could threaten everything she had built.
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