[Pattaasu Balu]

Things are getting interested with every new update. Cant wait to read the change over of Dhristi.

[Projectmp]

Eagerly waiting

[Ragasiyananban]

No words to appreciate. cant wait to see how these videos going to make the husband a cuck.

[Urupudathavan]

Great going

[tharkibudda]

Sorry guys, no updates this week

[anushka]

Can we get a big update in midweek

[jamanuram]

Hopefully your are getting little time to write and progress story as we are waiting,

[Sanjjay Rangasamy]

Aesome dude

[anushka]

Update…..

[anushka]

Can we get an update today

[Deepak Sanjeev]

This is going excellent

[Samadhanam]

Very very nice

[tharkibudda]

[tharkibudda]

 Chapter 18 : April 18th - The Aftermath

The camera in the living room went offline, the screen flickering to black, leaving only the bedroom camera as a silent witness to the aftermath. Dhristi remained motionless, sprawled across the bed, her legs still splayed open in an obscene invitation to the emptiness that surrounded her. The fabric of her kameez was twisted around her waist, the lace of her bra a stark contrast to the horror of what had just occurred.


Her eyes stared at the ceiling, unseeing, as the weight of Lakhan's assault settled upon her. The room was a tomb of quiet, the only sounds the harsh, ragged breaths that sawed in and out of her chest. It was a stark contrast to the symphony of pleasure and pain that had filled the air just moments before, the echoes of his grunts and her forced moans now haunting the very walls that had once held their whispers of love and joy.

The bang had become a twisted ritual, a dark stain upon the fabric of their marriage. I watched from the shadows, my heart torn apart by the sight of Dhristi's naked body, bruised and trembling from the abuse she had suffered. Her face, once a canvas of vivid emotions, was now a mask of stoic endurance. The first day, she had been a statue, her eyes wide with shock and fear, her face a blank slate as she processed the horror. The second, the dam had broken, and her tears had painted a tragic portrait of a soul in torment, her face a battleground of pain and betrayal.

But today, there was hardly any reaction. She just collected herself and then slowly got up. The resilience in her movements was a stark contrast to the lifelessness that had settled into her eyes.  Her legs trembled as she stepped out of the tangled mess of fabric that was once her salwar.

With a sense of detachment, she unhooked her bra, letting her breasts fall heavily, the bruised peaks a silent testament to Lakhan's brutal embrace. She stepped out of her kameez, leaving her fully exposed as she moved to the bathroom. With trembling hands, she reached for the faucet, the cold water a shock against her skin as she tried to wash away the sticky residue of Lakhan's lust.

Dhristi emerged from the bathroom, her movements mechanical, her eyes devoid of emotion. The soft light of the bedroom cast shadows across her bruised and trembling body, but she felt nothing. Her mind had constructed a wall of numbness around her, a fortress to protect the last vestige of her dignity. She slid back into her clothes, the fabric whispering against her skin like a mournful lullaby.

Her eyes fell upon the bed, the place where Lakhan had claimed her once again, reducing her to a mere object of his depraved desires. But she felt no shock, no grief, not even the burning rage that had consumed her the first time. Instead, there was an eerie calmness, as if her soul had retreated to a distant corner of her being, leaving her body to endure the assaults on its own.

Dhristi approached the bed with a sense of resignation, her steps heavy and deliberate. She paused for a moment, her hand hovering over the crumpled blanket, before she finally pulled it back with a slow, almost ceremonial grace.

As I observed from the confines of the digital realm, I couldn't help but notice the stark difference in her demeanor today compared to the previous assaults. Gone was the raw anger, the visceral pain that had been etched on her face like a battle map of Lakhan's conquests. Instead, there was a strange acceptance, a quiet resolve that sent a shiver down my spine.

Could it be that she had grown used to this? That the very act of violation had become a twisted part of their routine, a macabre dance of power and submission that she now knew by heart? Or was it something else, something deeper, a shift in the very fabric of her soul?

The thought sent a chill through me, a cold finger tracing a line of dread along my spine. Had Lakhan's tyranny broken her spirit so completely that she had learned to accept his depravity? I couldn't bear the thought of my Dhristi, my fiery, passionate wife, reduced to a shell of herself, a mere plaything for his sick games.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of mundane tasks and forced smiles, a masquerade that only served to underscore the horror that lurked beneath the surface. We went through the motions of a typical married couple, sharing a quiet meal that felt like ashes in my mouth. The TV played a mindless saas bahu serial. 

That night, I watched with a mix of fear and fascination as myself approached our marital bed, his eyes dark with desire and determination.The touch was gentle as he reached for her breasts, his thumbs tracing circles around her areolas, trying to coax life back into her numb body.

Dhristi's voice was a whisper, a ghost of the passion she had once known. "Manav," she said, "my period is due in a day."

My heart stuttered in my chest, the words a cold knife that sliced through the tension. I turned to face her, my eyes searching hers for any hint of the fire that had once burned so bright. But all I found was a sadness so profound, it threatened to consume me whole.

As I watched my digital self drift into a peaceful sleep, my mind raced with the implications of her words. Was she telling me the truth? Or was it a lie, a desperate attempt to make sure I dont find out? The thought that she would lie to me, that she would hide such a thing, was a betrayal that stung deeper than any physical pain.

Suddenly, Dhristi's body began to shake, and she let out a wail of despair that seemed to shatter the very air. Her sobs were a tempest, a storm that raged through the quiet of the night, tearing down the walls of our silent house. Her tears fell like rain, soaking the pillow beneath her as she curled into a tight ball, her body trembling with the force of her grief.

I knew, in that moment, that she had not given herself to Lakhan willingly. Her soul had not bent to his sick desires, no matter how much her body had betrayed her. She had been a prisoner in her own home, a victim of his strenght and power. The realization was like a punch to the gut, a revelation that left me breathless with anger and pain.

Dhristi's sobs grew louder, her body convulsing with the force of her emotions. I wanted to hold her, to whisper confidence in her ear and make it all go away, but I was a silent observer to her torment.

The digital feed was a cruel reminder of the reality we faced, a stark contrast to the gentle love that we had once shared. It was clear now that she had not been drawn to Lakhan's brutal embrace by choice, but by a force that was beyond her control. Her denial of me, her own husband, while giving herself to him, was a knife that twisted in my gut with every sob that racked her body.

Dhristi's tears were not just for the pain he had inflicted upon her, but for the lie that had grown between us, a chasm that threatened to swallow us whole. Her cries were a lament for the loss of our intimacy, the sanctity of our marriage bed now soiled by his vile touch.

But as I watched her tremble in the digital embrace of my arms, something within me stirred. Her tears were also a testament to the fact that, despite Lakhan's cruel dominance, she had not succumbed to his advances willingly. Despite his larger cock and his brutal stamina, she had not betrayed me with her heart. The raw, unfiltered passion of her sobs was a declaration of her love for me, a love that Lakhan could never hope to claim, no matter how often he forced his way into her body.

With a newfound sense of determination, I closed the feed, whispering a fierce "I love you" to the digital representation of Dhristi. It was a declaration of war against the monster that had invaded our lives, a vow to fight for her, for us, with every fiber of my being.

[tharkibudda]

Sorry for the short update. Unfortunately I didnt have any time last 2 weeks

[tharkibudda]

[tharkibudda]

To all those who want big updates, i wish I could do but unfortunatelu I'm unable to do so.

[sexypreeti]

It is okay my friend, If only people understood the time and effort which goes into a "BIG" update.

[tharkibudda]

[tharkibudda]

Sorry for excessive AI pics...Now i found out that we can add more in one post. I will reduce from now