Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

[Pvzro]

Please close the thread no use of reading it,we as a readers are kept waiting so much 

So no use of reading it dear humble request stop posting anything since we don't want any fake commitments

No life left in the story to read with so much gaps

[Luca Modric]

Please close the thread no use of reading it,we as a readers are kept waiting so much 

So no use of reading it dear humble request stop posting anything since we don't want any fake commitments

No life left in the story to read with so much gyou

You may ignore the thread...

[hotandluking]

Please close the thread no use of reading it,we as a readers are kept waiting so much 

So no use of reading it dear humble request stop posting anything since we don't want any fake commitments

No life left in the story to read with so much gaps

Why are you people so triggered about delay in updates?
People who write these stories have lives too and they dont even get any money for writing.
Calm down.

[sexypreeti]

Why are you people so triggered about delay in updates?
People who write these stories have lives too and they dont even get any money for writing.
Calm down.

I completely agree with you 

[Pvzro]

Why are you people so triggered about delay in updates?
People who write these stories have lives too and they dont even get any money for writing.
Calm down.

Bro we have not forced them to write it,try to understand and if  money u are talking about people can start paid channel,this channel is for free content only so plz don't give such advices

[Suraj76626]

Please close the thread no use of reading it,we as a readers are kept waiting so much 

So no use of reading it dear humble request stop posting anything since we don't want any fake commitments

No life left in the story to read with so much gaps

Dear reader please get a life.... There are thousands of stories out there please follow those writers who give regular updates. I didn't started writing because someone requested me and I am not going to end this story just because someone begins blabbing nonsense about it. I will keep writing and finish this story with whatever little time I am getting. If you don't have the patience please stop following this thread.

[lakshana]

Dear reader please get a life.... There are thousands of stories out there please follow those writers who give regular updates. I didn't started writing because someone requested me and I am not going to end this story just because someone begins blabbing nonsense about it. I will keep writing and finish this story with whatever little time I am getting. If you don't have the patience please stop following this thread.

Good that you spoke for yourself and this on behalf of all writers. It just irritates to read such comments and most of the time has even disappointed writers.
Please keep writing and quality is more important, not to mention you have a fanbase of your own. If I may suggest, please do write short interactions to your well wishers & fans even if not a story update.

[tandanutananu]

Dear reader please get a life.... There are thousands of stories out there please follow those writers who give regular updates. I didn't started writing because someone requested me and I am not going to end this story just because someone begins blabbing nonsense about it. I will keep writing and finish this story with whatever little time I am getting. If you don't have the patience please stop following this thread.

Don’t let the noise around you get you down. As a fellow banker, I understand the challenges you’re facing, especially when you’re settling into a new role or posting. Remember, good work takes time, and quality always requires patience. Take things at your own pace. It’s better to be late in sharing a story than to leave it unfinished, like so many others on the forum.

[Ganesh Gaitonde]

Update nhi aya

[Thilka]

Don't get arguments. Post the update

[dineshnair2525]

Suraj bhai probably working on GIFs or chat screenshots to enhance our experience.... 

[Pvzro]

Same thing will happen again and again

People will ask for updates and the same answer from the writer 

Great to see such enthusiasm from fellow readers appreciate it!!!

[Pvzro]

That means i guess those who are not eager to get updates will wait for the updates till year end also and same thing will happen

[Pvzro]

Dear reader please get a life.... There are thousands of stories out there please follow those writers who give regular updates. I didn't started writing because someone requested me and I am not going to end this story just because someone begins blabbing nonsense about it. I will keep writing and finish this story with whatever little time I am getting. If you don't have the patience please stop following this thread.

What kind of patience are u expecting dear writer can u see the commitments from your end

Have a look on it before commenting and giving useless advices 

Authors should be on words buddy try to make it clear first

Readers also have a life and it would be of no use o writing a story and without readers equally involved in it 

Those who are giving u advice i guee they have just started reading your story

[Suraj76626]

What kind of patience are u expecting dear writer can u see the commitments from your end

Have a look on it before commenting and giving useless advices 

Authors should be on words buddy try to make it clear first

Readers also have a life and it would be of no use o writing a story and without readers equally involved in it 

Those who are giving u advice i guee they have just started reading your story

Expecting nothing from the likes of you. Please do me a favour and on yourself as well and stop following my story. Thanks.

[eslx1212]

It is unfortunate that so much noise has come after the author said the next part is ready and will be posted. Let us give him space. There is no need for all this talk, not in this thread. Suraj is keen to continue and finish the story.

[Suraj76626]

Chapter 36 Part 1

A sharp squeak echoed through the small shop as Chetan pushed back his chair and rose abdrupdtly, folding his hands to his head with a loud clap in a small, weary bow. “No thanks man,” he said, voice flat. “With whatever you told me about Patode — he being the mastermind of Saad’s murder and his links with the MLA — you think he’ll spare us if he got a whiff of your plan? If we go through with this, he won't just break bones this time, he’ll bury you, and I’ll be right there with you for falling for your stupid plan.” He moved toward the exit, shaking his head, raw uncertainty written across his face.

Alokk shrugged, irritation flashing in his features. “Fine, do what you want,” he retorted, dismissive, waving a hand. To him this was a perfect opportunity to settle his score with Patode. Even if his plan failed, it would be Chetan and Bhiva who would take the fall.

A grin edged Alokk’s voice. “You have nowhere to go Chetan. Come find me when you realize just how fucked you are… haha.” His laugh was sharp, meant to needle.

Chetan paused in the doorway, anger and frustration surging. He saw Alokk trying to bait him, but he didn’t take the bait — not yet. He’d done nothing wrong, and for the moment that had to be enough. With one last look, he stepped out into the street, unsure of his next move.

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"He… he isn’t hiding," Sanju stammered, her voice trembling as her hands fidgeted with the edge of her dupatta. "He must have gone out of town for work… like he usually does. He’ll be back… he’ll be back for sure." Her eyes darted nervously between Shrutika and Shipra. Fear was written plain across her face—the sudden intrusion of security officer officers into her modest hut had unsettled her entire being.

Shrutika, let out a dry chuckle, her polished boots creaking against the uneven mud floor as she stepped forward. "Oh, he’ll be back alright," she said in a low, deliberate tone. "If not by choice, then certainly in handcuffs. Make no mistake about that." Her sharp eyes scanned the room, catching Sanju’s flinch before she turned her gaze toward Shipra.

Around them, the cramped hut seemed to shrink further as muffled whispers filled the air. A cluster of village women stood just beyond the half-open door, craning their necks, exchanging scandalized glances. Some curious, some judgmental, all hungry for drama.

Shipra, who had remained silent till now, felt the weight of the situation pressing down. The heavy seriousness in Shrutika’s words gnawed at her, but more than that, Sanju’s helplessness struck a chord. Shipra straightened her shoulders, her professional instinct blending with a rare personal compassion.

"What exactly is this about, Officer?" Shipra’s voice cut through the tense silence. She stepped forward, placing herself between Sanju and Shrutika, her tone firm yet laced with a obvious nervousness.

"And who might you be?" Shrutika asked, her voice low and cold as she looked both with curiousity and a little offense. Each word weighted and authoritative.

Shipra didn’t flinch. Meeting Shrutika’s glare with equal intensity, she replied with measured calm. "I am Shipra," she said, her voice steady as steel. "Branch Manager of Pragati Bank, Kasegaon branch."

For a fraction of a second, something flickered in Shrutika’s expression—recognition, calculation, or perhaps the stirrings of a memory she couldn't forget. But just as swiftly, her features hardened again, the professional mask sliding neatly back into place.

"Well, Shipra," she said bluntly, her voice clipped. "That doesn’t qualify you to meddle in security officer work. So, I’d suggest you step aside and let us do our job." Shrutika’s sharp gaze swept over Shipra, scanning her from head to toe wondering what a women like her doing in such a place.

Shipra straightened her shoulders, refusing to yield. "I am not interfering, Officer," she replied crisply, her words chosen with precision. "But these women are my customers. I share a close liaison with them. All I am trying to do is act as a mediator—find a middle ground that serves your investigation without terrifying them. They’re villagers, not criminals."

Shrutika’s jaw tightened. She did not appreciate interference, yet Shipra’s argument was laced with undeniable logic. After a pause, her tone softened, though her authority still rang clear. "Hmm… you make sense." She inclined her head slightly. "Very well. Let me introduce myself properly. I am Shrutika, SSP of Ambruj district. I am here investigating the murder of Saad Hasan."

Her words, though now more amicable, carried the unmistakable bite of command. "Since these women are under your care, perhaps you can convince them to cooperate. His brother, Bhiva, is our prime suspect. All I need is his location. Once I have that, we’ll leave quietly. No further disturbance to your villagers or your work here."

Shipra narrowed her eyes slightly, the calm in her voice now edged with steel. "Are you certain about that, Officer? These people are simple folk. They have already suffered enough. You must be aware that Sanju was abducted by Saad Hasan not too long ago. They are victims, not suspects."

Shrutika latched onto the statement instantly, her instincts sharp. "Exactly," she replied quickly, leaning into Shipra’s words. "Sanju was abducted by Saad Hasan, and that is precisely why Bhiva is a suspect. He’s hot-blooded, impulsive—his name appears in multiple reports at the local thana. A man like that, pushed far enough, is capable of anything. It is natural for us to look at him first."

She took a step closer, her gaze boring into Shipra’s, her tone deceptively reasonable. "Look I am sorry for what happened but I’m not here to harass villagers unnecessarily. I just need his whereabouts. If he is innocent, questioning will prove it. Surely you can see that’s fair, Shipra?" Her words carried a challenge, daring Shipra to counter her logic in front of the very people she claimed to protect.

Shipra found no immediate counter. Shrutika’s reasoning was ironclad. Turning to Sanju, she gently urged, "You have nothing to fear, Sanju. Just tell the officer what you know. I’m certain once Bhiva is questioned, Shrutika ma’am will see he had no part in this crime."

The firmness in Shipra’s words steadied Sanju. She drew in a shaky breath, her voice fragile but audible. "But… I don’t know where he works," she confessed, eyes darting nervously between the women. "He just comes back every few weeks, stays for a short while, and then leaves again—always off for some new job, some new place. He never says where."

Shipra leaned in gently, coaxing. "And who does he work for? Did he ever mention a name, a company, anything?"

Sanju shook her head, innocence flickering in her eyes. "No… he never stays long enough, never shares details. But his friends—Alokk and Swapnil—they might know where he’s gone. They spend time with him, more than anyone else."

Her words trailed off for a moment before she suddenly looked up, as if recalling something more. "Or… perhaps Mr. Patode. He’s helped Bhiva find work in the past. If anyone knows where he’s gone now, it could be him."

"Patode?" Shrutika’s brow arched ever so slightly, her tone measured but laced with curiosity. She flipped open a small leather-bound notebook, the kind worn smooth from use, and uncapped her pen with practiced ease. As she carefully jotted down the names—Alokk, Swapnil, Patode—her sharp eyes flicked up, never missing the faint flush that crept across Shipra’s cheeks at the mention of his name.

"And who exactly is this Patode?" she asked, her voice casual on the surface, yet every syllable pressed with quiet authority, a probe disguised as curiosity.

Shipra straightened, smoothing her dupatta across her shoulder as if gathering composure. When she spoke, her voice carried the professional firmness of a woman used to maintaining control. "Mr. Patode is the field officer at our branch," she began steadily. "Beyond that, he’s also a prominent union leader—very active, very influential in labor matters. And," she paused just a beat, "he is involved in the local politics of Ambruj."

Shrutika’s pen scratched across the page again, but her eyes lingered on Shipra, weighing the words, weighing the blush that had betrayed more than the manager might have intended.

"Very well, it seems we have all we need for now," Shrutika closed her notebook and spoke satisfied with the development. "Shipra can I have a word with you in private?" Shrutika continued her tone becoming hush and soft as she spoke directly to Shipra.

Shipra hesitated for the briefest moment, then nodded. She signaled to Sanju with a small gesture that she would return shortly. Exiting the hut, she followed Shrutika outside, toward the waiting security officer jeep parked under the shade of an old neem tree. Shrutika paused briefly to instruct her constables, “Take statements from some villagers—anything they know about the Bhiva or the incident. Note everything down.” The constables saluted briskly and dispersed, leaving the two women to walk a little apart from the bustle.

When they were far enough from the crowd, Shrutika slowed her pace. Her voice, stripped of its earlier edge of authority, carried a more personal lilt. “Shipra, if you don’t mind, I’d like to ask you a few questions. It’ll only take a moment.”

Shipra gave a faint, nervous smile. “No problem, Officer.” The word ‘Officer’ came out more formal than she intended, her unease still audible.

Shrutika turned to face her fully, one hand resting casually on her hip. “Relax, Shipra,” she said, with an ease that contrasted her sharp uniform and the pistol holstered at her side. “You don’t need to be so stiff with me. Call me Shrutika. After all, we’re both government servants, just doing our jobs in our own ways.”

The attempt at warmth eased something inside Shipra, though her posture remained guarded.

“Anyway,” Shrutika continued, tilting her head as though studying her, “if you don’t mind me asking—what’s a young, dynamic woman like you doing here? Ambruj isn’t exactly the kind of district for a female to be posted here, and Kasegaon village… well, let’s just say it doesn’t quite fit the profile of someone like you.”

Shipra drew in a deep breath, her eyes drifting toward the fields stretching endlessly beyond the village huts. The question—though friendly—stirred an ache, a reminder of the choices, compulsions, and compromises that had pushed her here.

“Well, I had to complete my rural tenure to be eligible for my next promotion. So, I ended up here,” Shipra said with a small shrug, her tone resigned, as though she were repeating a fact she had told herself many times.

Shrutika studied her closely, her sharp eyes weighing more than the words. “You don’t strike me as the over-ambitious kind,” she said at last, her voice casual but edged with scrutiny. “If I were to guess, I’d say you’re here out of necessity—maybe for financial reasons… or perhaps because of some office politics.”

Shipra gave a quiet laugh of surprise, shaking her head. “You’re good, Shrutika. That’s exactly it. I never really wanted a promotion. But my husband’s preparing for the civil services, so it’s up to me to hold the family together for now. And…” her voice faltered into irritation, “my HR manager is a creep. So I had no other option.”

She gave another little shrug, though her voice carried both fatigue and dissent. “Anyway, it’s just for a few months. Then I’ll be back home—with my family.” A flicker of hope softened her face as she said it.

Shrutika’s expression eased, her tone shifting into one of quiet empathy. “I understand. Balancing career and family… it’s never simple for us. Hopefully, your wait won’t be long, and you’ll be back with them soon.”

Shipra nodded, offering a small smile in acknowledgment of the comfort. For a moment, the air between them fell still, heavy with unspoken thoughts.

Finally, Shipra broke the silence. “Is there something else, Shrutika?” Her tone was polite, though tinged with a suspicion that the officer wasn’t finished.

Shrutika hesitated, choosing her words with care. “Actually, yes. I just wanted to… warn you, Shipra.” Her voice dipped lower, almost conspiratorial. “Don’t get yourself too involved with people here. Do your job, finish your tenure, and return to your husband, to your family. This place—” her eyes flicked briefly towards the village “—has its own undercurrents. You don’t want to be caught in something that could haunt you later. I trust you understand what I mean.”

Shipra’s polite smile tightened. “I hear you, Shrutika. But believe me, I can take care of myself.” There was firmness in her tone now, a quiet refusal to accept the warning at face value.

Shrutika studied her for a beat longer, then nodded. “Very well. I wish you and your husband the best in the future. Take care of yourself.” She adjusted her cap, her demeanor sliding back into official neatness. With a quick gesture to her driver, she climbed into the jeep.

As the vehicle pulled away, dust rising in its wake, Shipra stood rooted to the spot—caught between gratitude for Shrutika’s concern and an unsettling curiosity about the true weight of her words.

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“Here you go—now you’re officially a co-tenant of this flat.” Rakhi said cheerfully, handing over a freshly printed copy of the lease agreement to Namrata. She had just added her new flatmate’s name to the document, sealing the beginning of their shared living arrangement.

Namrata took the papers with both hands, her smile warm and grateful. “Thanks, girl. I have a really good feeling about this,” she said, sinking into the soft cushions of the living room sofa with a content sigh. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

“Me too,” Rakhi agreed, settling down beside her with a light laugh. “But just a tiny heads-up,” she added, her tone dipping into mock seriousness. “If you ever plan on inviting your boyfriend—or any guy for that matter—just let me know in advance, okay?”

Namrata arched an eyebrow playfully. “Oh?”

Rakhi chuckled. “It’s not that I mind, but this society is full of nosy aunties with Olympic-level spying skills. The last thing we need is them spinning tales about our ‘character’ over evening chai. Just trying to save us both some drama.”

Namrata laughed, nodding in agreement. “Noted. Don't worry, I'm not seeing anyone seriously right now, so no surprise visits on the horizon. And even if that changes, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Perfect,” Rakhi grinned, shifting her position on the sofa to fully face Namrata. Curling one leg beneath her, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “If you don’t mind me asking,” she began with a teasing smile, “how come a sexy, self-made, modern woman like you is still single? I mean… seriously, why haven’t you settled yet?”

Namrata let out a soft chuckle, her fingers absently brushing back a loose strand of hair. “God, you sound just like my bestie, Shipra,” she said, rolling her eyes with affection. “She keeps pestering me with the same questions.”

Rakhi noticed the subtle shift in Namrata’s body language—the slight tension in her shoulders, the way her smile dipped momentarily. She immediately softened her tone, leaning back slightly. “Hey, you don’t have to answer that. I get it. I’m single too, and I know it’s not always a simple story. Everyone has their reasons.”

Namrata smiled faintly, the warmth returning to her expression. “Don’t be so formal, Rakhi,” she said with a playful shrug. “I don’t mind talking about it. But…” she added, raising an eyebrow, “only if you promise to share your story too. Deal?”

“Deal,” Rakhi replied, relaxing into the cushions, her tone lighter now. “But I think we’re gonna need a drink before we start pouring out our broken hearts and dirty little secrets.”

“You just read my mind,” Namrata laughed, grabbing a throw pillow and hugging it to her chest. “God, I really need a drink. And just a warning—if I get tipsy and start oversharing all the wild, kinky stuff I’ve done, no judging, okay?”

Rakhi stood up with a smirk, already walking toward the small bar cabinet tucked in the corner of the room. “Please. Judging you? Never,” she said, pulling out a bottle of Glenfiddich with a flourish. “But just so we’re clear—if this turns into a game of ‘who’s naughtier,’ I might just beat you at your own game.” She winked as she grabbed two glasses and turned back toward the sofa.

Namrata laughed out loud, clearly enjoying the growing camaraderie. “Well then,” she said, raising her invisible glass, “tonight might get interesting.”

“Oh, it will,” Rakhi replied, handing her a glass and plopping back beside her. “Here’s to secrets, stories, and no regrets.”

Their glasses clinked softly, and just like that, the air between them grew warmer—less like two strangers sharing rent, and more like two women on the verge of becoming something far closer.

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The door to Shipra’s cabin creaked open with a sudden jerk as Patode strode in without so much as a knock, a slight sheen of sweat on his brow from his hurry. He exhaled loudly, before slumping into the chair opposite her with his characteristic, infuriating cockiness.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting," he said, though his tone suggested he knew the effect his presence had on her.

Shipra allowed herself a brief glance, a soft smile touching her lips before she forced her eyes back to the glowing screen. "It's okay, Patode. Thanks to Toppo, I have plenty to keep me busy." She gestured with her pen to the scattered files. "Besides, I was just reviewing some accounts for the investigation." She fought to keep her voice level, a professional mask against the current of electricity his presence sent skittering across her skin. Her gaze, however, was drawn to the package he had placed beside his chair. "What have you got there?" she asked, trying to sound casually disinterested.

Patode's smile widened, a slow, predatory curl of his lips. "This," he purred leaning forward, his voice dropping an octave, "is a little surprise that got me a little late. Consider it the first step for tonight." His eyes, dark and full of promise, held hers. "A preview of the raunchy surprise I've planned for you."

Shipra's heart began a frantic drum against her ribs. The sterile air of the office suddenly felt thick, charged with the memory of the night before- the tangle of limbs, the whisper of silk against skin, his mouth on hers. The same forbidden thrill, fresh from the morning's secret tryst, began to uncoil deep within her.

"Just give me a minute," she managed, her voice slightly husky. She gestured to the file in front of her, a feeble attempt at maintaining control. "Let me finish this, and then I'll entertain whatever you're trying to pull. I also need to tell you about my meeting with Sanju today."

Patode's expression shifted from playful to dominant in a heartbeat. "Oh, come on, Shipra. Saad Hasan is dead, and so is this investigation. Don't waste anymore of your time on it. Just focus on the world of pleasure I am about to show you." In one swift, decisive motion, he leaned over and pulled the power cable from her PC. The screen went black with a silent flicker, plunging the cabin into a deeper intimacy, illuminated only by the desk lamp.

"Patode!" Shipra shot up her hand in frustration, her eyes flashing with a mixture of genuine anger and undeniable excitement. But before she could speak further, he cut her off, his words sharper, dirtier.

"Don't," he commanded, leaning back in his chair as if he owned it, which in that moment, he might as well have. "Don't act as if you aren't dying to know what I have in store for you." He let his gaze travel slowly, deliberately, from the elegant line of her neck down to the hint of cleavage above her buttoned blouse. "Now, drop this boss act and start acting like the sex-starved siren you truly are. It's time for pleasure." The smirk he gave her was pure, unadulterated sin.

"Will you keep it down?" she hissed, rising from her chair, a flush creeping up her neck. Her eyes darted toward the door, concern warring with the heat he was stoking inside her. "The guard is still here."

"No, he's not," Patode replied smoothly. He raised his hand, a set of brass branch keys dangling from his finger. "I sent him home. It's just you and me. Alone."

A shiver, equal parts apprehension and raw desire, ran down her spine. "You're too much, Patode," she breathed, the fight draining out of her as she slowly sank back into her seat. The world outside this room, with its investigations and responsibilities, faded away. "We should head back. It's not safe this late."

"We will... we will," he murmured, his voice a low, lustful thrum that vibrated in the space between them. "But first, open the package, Shipra." He let the silence hang for a beat, heavy with implication. "Things are about to get very wild, and very hot. Just the way you love it."

"Fine," she surrendered, the word a soft exhalation. Her eyes, dark and dilated, remained locked with his as her hands moved of their own volition. They slid across the polished wood of the desk, her fingers trembling slightly as they found the edge of the package. She pulled it toward her, the rustle of paper obscenely loud in the quiet room.

Slipping her hand inside, her fingertips brushed something soft — velvety — and rectangular. A jewellery box. She drew it out gently, a small smile ghosting across her lips as she turned the box in her hand. "What is it?" she asked, half-curious, half-wary. 

"Go on, open it," Patode said, a teasing glint in his eye. "It’s not a mangalsutra, if that’s what you’re concerned about. I’m not a creep trying to marry you."

Shipra let out a nervous laugh, relaxing a little. "Yeah, that would be creepy as hell," she admitted, prying open the box.

Inside, a delicate silver waist chain caught the light, its intricate design shimmering like liquid moonlight. A small pendant hung from the center, subtle yet sensual. Shipra’s breath caught as she lifted it — it was heavier than it looked, cool against her skin.

"It’s beautiful, Patode," she said softly, eyes tracing the artistry. "But it looks expensive. You really didn’t have to buy this for me."

"It's nothing compared to your beauty and charm, Shipra," Patode said softly, his gaze lingering on her with a mix of admiration and quiet hunger. "A goddess like you should be adorned with all the jewels this world has to offer. This—" he gestured toward the delicate piece in her hand "—is just a trifle. But it’s not merely jewellery. To understand its meaning, you’ll have to look a little closer."

Shipra turned the chain in her fingers, its silver links glinting in the warm cabin light. As she brought the pendant closer to her eyes, her breath hitched slightly. The tiny carving—so subtle it could be mistaken for a pattern—formed three letters.

MVP.

Her brows knitted in realization. They were his initials. The carving was intricate, deliberate, and far too intimate to be a coincidence.

Patode watched her reaction with a faint, knowing smile curling at his lips. "It’s not just a simple waist chain, Shipra," he murmured, his tone shifting—lower, heavier, laced with something almost territorial. "It’s a mark."

He leaned forward, the air between them charged with sexual tension. "It's a mark of your freedom. A mark that you are no longer just a typical married women Shipra but a Hotwife. A woman free to live her wildest dreams. Free to feel alive in ways no vows or promises could ever allow. Free to take new lovers, experiences, sensations… to finally know the depths of pleasure you were always meant to drown in." Patode paused, observing the effects of her manipulative words. He gently took the shiny chain from her hand and with a cunning smile he continued his voice dropping to a husky command. 

"Now, come here. Let me tie it around your sexy waist, a constant reminder of who owns your desire—who seduced you into surrender, claimed you in a frenzy of passion, ravished you, fucked you senseless like a sex starved slut you really are until you were trembling, insatiable, and utterly mine." The words rolled out like velvet and smoke, a dangerous mix of promise and order as he pushed his chair back. The space he created between himself and the desk was an invitation, a stage set for her submission. His gaze locked onto hers, smoldering with intent, as he raised one hand. His index finger curled in a languid, commanding beckon—each motion deliberate, dripping with authority, yet so intoxicatingly sensual.

And just like a beautiful instrument tuned only to his will, Shipra rose. That single flick of his fingers sent a familiar, electric heat coursing through her — that same illicit thrill she both dreaded and craved. The silk of her blouse whispered against her heated skin, a faint sound drowned by the pounding of her heart. Her movements were slow, a conscious, graceful surrender. Each step forward was an acknowledgment of the power he held over her, a power that both terrified and electrified her. She was nervous, a fluttering in her stomach, and excited, a warm, pooling heat low in her belly, but above all, she was utterly, devastatingly turned on.

Soon, she found herself standing exactly where he wanted her — in the narrow space he had made between himself and the desk. The solid edge of the wood pressed against the backs of her thighs, pinning her in place. He was so close now, his face level with her waist, his presence filling the air between them with heat and tension. She could feel his gaze on her skin — slow, devouring, unapologetically lustful. Every nerve in her body came alive, trembling between anticipation and surrender, waiting for his next move.

“Pull your pallu aside, Shipra,” his voice came, low and rough. He looked up at her through half-lidded eyes, the chain gleaming between his fingers.

Without a word, Shipra slid her pallu from her waist to the side, baring the smooth curve of her stomach — the delicate rise and fall of her breath drawing attention to the soft hollow of her navel. Patode’s lips curved into a dark smirk before his hands moved around her waist. As he fastened the chain, his cheek brushed against her skin, igniting shivers that raced up her spine. Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk, eyes fluttering shut as a wave of forbidden pleasure coursed through her.

“Beautiful,” Patode murmured, his gaze lingering possessively on the mark of his claim as he glided his rough hands sensualy over Shipra's navel before bringing his lips near her belly button and softly kissing her there.



Ahhhhh

A sharp, involuntary gasp broke from Shipra's lips. Her hands flew to his hair, not in protest, but to anchor herself as a wave of sensation crested through her. Her fingers tangled in his hair, gently pulling his head up until her eyes met his. The look she gave him was pure, unadulterated hunger -a silent plea to be consumed. She wanted to be devoured, pleasured and ravished right there and then but she controlled her urges. 

"Patode," she breathed, her voice unsteady. "We should head back. It isn't safe in the office this late." She drew a shaky breath, trying to reclaim some composure. "We can... continue this at your place."

A slow, devilish smile curved his lips and in one fluid motion, he rose to his feet pushing Shipra back, until she was perched on the edge of the solid desk. He nudged her knees apart, settling himself between them as she leaned back, supporting her weight on her elbows. Surprise flickered in her eyes, but before a word of objection could form, he continued, his voice a low  murmur. 

"Not so fast, my little slut. We have already fucked in office and at my place. Today will be a little different just your wait. But first let's get you ready," He paused for a moment, letting his teasing words hang in the air, watching the potent mix of anticipation and apprehension bloom in her expression. Without breaking the eye contact, his hands slowly began sliding up on her legs gently pushing her saree up, daring Shipra to object.

But his advances were halted with a graceful movement of Shipra's her leg. With a slow seductive move the delicate arch of her right foot came to rest firmly against Patode's chest as his hands were about to slip dangerously close to her inner thigh. "What perverted fetish are you trying to pull this time Patode?," Shipra’s voice trembled with a mix of defiance and desire. 

Patode's smirk deepened at Shipra's uninhibited, teasing response. His hands closed around her feet with firm intent-but instead of the rough, commanding dominance she had come to expect, his touch softened. He lifted her foot gently, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her instep in a kiss so tender it stole her breath. He began a slow, deliberate pilgrimage up her limb, his mouth leaving a trail of deep romantic kisses. He worshipped the elegant line of her calf, the delicate hollow behind her knee, each kiss a silent promise. Sinking to his knees before her, he continued his exploration ever higher, towards the hidden warmth beneath the silk folds of her saree.



 Just before he was about to get lost lost inside her saree, he raised his head and whispered softly,"Something you haven't experienced yet," he breathed. "Something that will unravel you, thread by thread, and open a door to a world of pleasure you can't even imagine."

With that final, tantalizing promise, he plunged into the intimate space between her thighs. A sharp, gasping moan escaped Shipra's lips, her head falling back as her hands scrambled on her polished desk in search of something to steady herself. Soon Patode's expert oral onslaught had her writhing in pleasure, her ecstatic cries and breathless pleas for more filling the quiet cabin, a stark and sinful contrast to its daytime formality.

After what felt like an eternity- a lifetime spent teetering on the precipice of bliss-Patode finally emerged. He rose slowly from between her still-quivering thighs. His face was glistening, smeared with the essence of her pleasure, and his eyes were shot through with a primal, unquenched lust promising that this was only the beginning.

A soft, disappointed groan escaped Shipra's lips, the sound thick with unmet need. She had been left teetering on the very edge of release, the satisfying conclusion maddeningly withheld. Her half-lidded eyes, dark and glazed with arousal, lifted to meet his. They held a silent, desperate plea for him to continue, to bridge the agonizing gap he had created and grant her the climax she craved.

"You want me to continue?" Patode's voice was a low rumble as he wiped his face with his forearm. A cunning smirk played upon his lips, a knowing curve that acknowledged his control over the situation. With deliberate slowness, he unzipped his pants and freed his rock hard erection, his hand closing around the hardened length to stroke it with possessive intent. "Is this what you want?"

Words failed her. Shipra could only manage a frantic nod, her gaze locked on the intimidating sight of his manhood. The shame of their illicit act-unfolding here threatened to overwhelm her. Yet that shame was a feeble thing, utterly incinerated by the raw, physical craving that coiled deep within her. It was not enough to make her speak her desires aloud, but it was more than enough to keep her from looking away.

"Say it, bitch," Patode growled, shifting closer between her splayed thighs. "You want me to shove this dick inside you slutty cunt?" he demanded, his voice dropping to a guttural whisper. To emphasize his point, he tapped the swollen head of his cock against her pussy, concealed by the damp silk of her panties. He began to move, a slow, deliberate rock of his hips, rubbing the entire rigid length of him against her sensitive core. It was a tantalizing preview, a torturous promise that made her arch her back, a silent plea for more.

"Oh, God... Patode..." The words left her lips as a broken moan, her self-control unraveling. Her mind was clouded with need, every coherent thought burned away by the friction. "Yes... please. I'm so close. Don't fucking tease me... just... shove it in."

Driven by a desperation that overrode all inhibition, her hand slid between her legs. Her fingers hooked into the side of her panties, yanking the fragile lace away to expose her dripping, aching cunt, utterly ready for him.

A dark, triumphant chuckle rumbled in his chest. "That's more like it." But then, in a fluid, deliberate motion, he pulled back his cock. The sudden absence was a shock. She watched, stunned, as he tucked himself back into his pants and zipped it up, the sound final and confusing.

"But you're not getting it here tonight," he stated, his gaze burning into hers. "We're trying something special."

Before she could form a question, his hands were at her hips. He grabbed the hem of her ruined panties and, in one quick, efficient pull, stripped them from her legs. The cool air hit her heated skin, raising goosebumps. He held the delicate garment for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips, before stuffing them into his pocket.



"You won't be needing these," he said, his voice dropping to a commanding whisper. "Lose the blouse, too, Shipra." His eyes raked over her, possessive and demanding. "If you're going to act like a slut, you might as well dress the part."

The words stung her pride, yet sent a pulse of forbidden heat through her veins. Shipra’s breath hitched as she slid off the desk, her saree rustling softly in the charged silence of the closed branch. She shot him a glare meant to convey annoyance, but the tremor in her fingers betrayed her arousal.

“Where are we going?” she asked, her tone half-defiant, half-breathless. Her hands lingered on the buttons of her blouse, fighting between modesty and the growing ache of submission.

“You’ll see,” Patode replied, his voice smooth, teasing — confident like a man who knew exactly how deeply he had her caught in his web. He fished the branch keys from his pocket, tossing them up and catching them again with an easy flick. “Hurry up. Go wait in the car,” he said, pausing just long enough to wink. “I’ll be right behind you.”

Shipra hesitated for a fleeting second, her heart pounding in rebellion and excitement. Then, with a soft sigh, she obeyed as she walked briskly toward the exit, clutching her saree around her as if that could hide what she’d become — or what she secretly wanted to be.

The night outside was dark and deserted. Every sound — her heels clicking on the concrete, the jingle of her bangles — felt amplified by the pulse of adrenaline coursing through her body. She slipped into the car, closing the door behind her and got rid of the blouse as ordered by Patode. Sitting in the car in such a vulgar position, without knowing what depraved act Patode had planned for tonight made her whole body tingle with excitement. The thrill of it all — the impropriety, the danger, the way he controlled her with nothing more than words — made her thighs press together involuntarily.

Back inside, Patode moved with purpose. He double-checked the locks, dimmed the lights, and with a quick glance at his phone, typed a short message.

> Be ready. We’re on our way.

He hit send, a satisfied smirk playing at his lips. Whatever was planned next, it wasn’t just about her anymore.

Pocketing his phone, he stepped out into the night, his stride unhurried, predatory. Through the car’s windshield, Shipra saw him approaching — sleeves rolled, eyes gleaming with dark promise — and she felt the now-familiar ache spread through her belly.

Something told her that tonight, he intended to push her limits even further.

End of Chapter 36 Part 1  

[Suraj76626]

Sorry for the short update. Wanted to add 2-3k words more to make a satisfying update but didn't had the time. Will try to post the next update a little sooner.

[themaskeditor]

Thanks a lot, take your time.

[eslx1212]

Superb update. The next part seems promising to be scorching hot.