The Cuckold of Anushka's Husband - Story written on a User's Request

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Title: The Cuckold of Anushka's Husband

Scene 1

Anushka sits alone in the bedroom. Her heart is restless.
Her full body feels unloved. She looks at her reflection.
She knows Rajiv is a good man. But she feels a deep unfulfillment.
She knows he is a small man in bed, with very low stamina.
Rajiv enters the room. He smiles at her.

Rajiv: Anu? You are sitting in the dark?

Anushka: (She does not turn around) Just thinking, Rajiv.

Rajiv: Is everything okay? You seem quiet today.

Anushka: (She sighs, a long, tired sound) I am fine. Just tired from work.

Rajiv: (He comes closer and touches her shoulder. His touch is light, almost like a friend.) You work too hard. Want some tea?

Anushka: (She feels a small wave of guilt, but also irritation. His touch does nothing for her.) No. I am fine.

Rajiv: Okay, darling. I will be in the living room watching TV. Come when you feel better.

Rajiv leaves.
Anushka closes her eyes. He is a good man.
But his goodness does not stop the ache inside her. It does not stop her wanting more.
She wants something different. Something strong.
A hidden thought, a dark fantasy, starts to form in her mind. A way to get what she needs.

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Scene 2

Later that night, Rajiv comes to the bed.
Anushka is already lying down. She turns to him.
She decides to try one more time.

Anushka: Rajiv? Come here.

She touches his chest. Her hand is warm.
She wants him to be strong for her. Just this once.

Rajiv: (He seems surprised) Anu? Are you sure? You were tired.

Anushka: (Her voice is a little low) I am not that tired.

Rajiv tries. He kisses her.
Anushka holds him, waiting for the fire.
But there is no fire.
It is over very fast. Too fast.

Rajiv rolls off her. He is breathing a little hard.
Anushka feels nothing. Just cold.
Her body, her curves, feel completely empty and ignored.

Rajiv: (He turns his back to her) Sorry, jaan. I am very tired tonight.

Anushka stares at his back.
She wants to scream.
Instead, she forces a kind smile in the dark.

Anushka: It is okay. Good night, Rajiv.

But inside, she feels a profound anger.
She knows this cannot continue. She knows he is not enough.
The dark thought in her mind grows stronger.

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Scene 3

Weeks pass. The anger in Anushka does not go away.
It grows.
Rajiv is sleeping beside her. His soft snoring fills the room.
Anushka is awake. She is on her phone, hiding the screen.
She searches for things.
Things she is ashamed of.
She finds videos, stories.

In these videos, the husband is weak. Like Rajiv.
The wife is strong, beautiful. Like her.
And there is another man. A powerful man.

At first, she feels shocked.
But she keeps watching. Night after night.
Her body, her full curves, feel a different kind of heat.
A heat Rajiv can never give her.

She looks at Rajiv sleeping.
She imagines him... watching.
She imagines him scared, but unable to stop a real man.

A small gasp leaves her lips.
She realizes the truth.
Her ultimate fantasy is not just sex.

It is Rajiv... surrendering her.
It is Rajiv knowing he is not man enough.
It is Rajiv handing her over to a strong man.

A shiver goes through her. It is terrifying.
And it is the only thing that makes her feel alive.

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Scene 4

A few days later, Anushka goes shopping. Alone.
She walks into a store. Not the old shops.
New clothes. Different clothes.
She buys tight dresses. Skirts that hug her curves.

Blouses that show her big breasts.
Clothes that make her feel powerful.
She stands in front of her mirror at home.
She tries on a new dress. It is bright red.

It pulls tight over her chest. It shows her waist.
She looks like a different woman. A woman who wants something.
Rajiv comes home from work. He sees her.
He stops at the door of the bedroom. His eyes widen a little.

Rajiv: (His voice is a little surprised) Anushka? Is that a new dress?

Anushka: (She turns slowly, a small, knowing smile on her lips) Yes, Rajiv. Do you like it?

Rajiv: (He walks closer, looking at her up and down) You look beautiful, Anushka. Very... different.

Anushka: (She raises an eyebrow, a hint of challenge in her eyes) Different? Is that bad?

Rajiv: (He shakes his head quickly) No, no! Not bad at all. Very good.

Rajiv: Why the sudden change? You usually wear... other things.

Anushka just smiles.
She knows why.
She is preparing. For the future. For her desire.
Her body feels alive in the tight fabric. Ready.

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Scene 5

Anushka goes to the local market. She is not with Rajiv.
She is wearing a new, tight kurta. It is a deep blue colour.
It shows the shape of her bust clearly.
She walks slowly through the crowd. She can feel men looking.

Before, she would look away. She would feel shy.
Now... she likes it.
She stops at a fruit stall.

A man is standing next to her. He is tall, well-built. He is not smiling.
He looks at her. Not a quick look.
A long look. His eyes move from her face, down her body, and back up.
Anushka's heart beats a little faster.

Man: (His voice is deep) Excuse me. You dropped this.
He holds out a small receipt.
Anushka turns to him. She looks right into his eyes.
She gives him a small, slow smile.

Anushka: (Her voice is soft) Oh. Thank you so much.

Man: (He doesn't smile, but his eyes are fixed on her) You should be more careful.

Anushka: (She raises an eyebrow, feeling a thrill) Careful? Why?

Man: (A small smile touches his lips) Many things can happen in a crowded market.

This is not flirting. Not really.
It is something else. Something raw.
She feels a wave of power. He sees her as a woman.

Anushka: I think I can handle myself.

Man: (He nods slowly) I am sure you can.
He takes his fruit and leaves.
Anushka watches him go. Her body is buzzing.

This is harmless. Just words.
But it fuels her power. It makes her feel alive.
She loves this feeling. The feeling of being desired by other men.
She smiles to herself. This is only the beginning.

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Scene 6

That night, Anushka and Rajiv are in their bed.
The room is quiet. The fan moves slowly above them.
Rajiv is reading a newspaper. Anushka is watching him.
She feels the buzz from the market. The power.
She decides to open the door, just a little.

Anushka: Rajiv?

Rajiv: (He looks up from his paper) Hmm? Yes, jaan?

Anushka: (She shifts, her silk nightgown rustling over her chest) I want to ask you something.

Rajiv: (He puts the paper down, looking concerned) What is it? Are you okay?

Anushka: (She looks directly at him. Her voice is soft, but steady) When we are... close... together.

Rajiv: (He seems confused) Yes?

Anushka: Rajiv... do you ever think about other people?
The air in the room becomes very still.
Rajiv's face changes. He looks shocked.

Rajiv: (His voice is suddenly loud in the quiet) What? What are you saying?

Anushka: (She does not look away) It is a simple question. Do you?

Rajiv: (He shakes his head, looking hurt) No, Anushka! Never!

Rajiv: How can you ask me this? Only you!

Anushka: (She sighs softly. His answer is so... Rajiv.) It is just a thought, Rajiv. A fantasy.

Rajiv: (He looks disgusted) This is a bad thought, Anu! Why would I think of someone else?

Anushka turns away from him.
She feels disappointed. But also... a small, dark thrill.
She said it. She opened the box.

Anushka: (She lies down, her back to him) Forget it. Just go to sleep.

Rajiv: (He is still upset) But why did you ask...

Anushka: (Her voice is cold now) Good night, Rajiv.
(Narration) Rajiv stays silent.
Anushka closes her eyes. She knows he is shocked.
Good.
The first breach was made.

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Scene 7

The next evening, Rajiv is sitting on the sofa, watching cricket.
Anushka brings him a cup of tea. She is wearing her red dress again.
She sits next to him. Too close.

Rajiv: (He shifts uncomfortably, aware of her dress) Thanks for the tea, Anu.

Anushka: (Her voice is full of fake concern) Rajiv... I was thinking about last night.

Rajiv: (He frowns, not looking at her) I told you, I don't want to talk about that.

Anushka: No, not that. I am worried about you.

Rajiv: (He looks at her, confused) Me? Why? I am perfectly fine.

Anushka: (She puts her hand on his leg. Her touch is light, but it makes him nervous.) Are you sure? You seem... low on energy. All the time.

Rajiv: (He pulls his leg away gently) It is just work stress, Anu. I am fine.

Anushka: (She leans in. He can smell her perfume. It is strong.) I am not just talking about work, Rajiv.

Anushka: I am talking about... us. In the bedroom.

Rajiv: (His face gets red) Anushka! Stop it. What is wrong with you?

Anushka: (Her voice is like soft cotton, but the words are sharp) You get tired so fast.

Anushka: It is... over... before I can even feel anything.

Rajiv: (He stands up, his voice shaking a little) That is a cruel thing to say!

Anushka: (She looks up at him, her eyes wide and innocent) Why is it cruel? I am your wife. I worry about your health.

Anushka: Maybe you should see a doctor? For your... stamina.
Rajiv just stares at her. He is angry, but also deeply ashamed.
She is right. And he knows it.

Anushka: (She stands up and touches his cheek) It is just... it is a small problem, I know.
The word 'small' hangs in the air between them.
She is not just talking about the stamina. They both know it.

Rajiv: (He pushes her hand away) I am fine! Leave me alone!
He walks away to the balcony, his back straight and angry.
Anushka watches him.
He did not fight back. He just ran.
She felt a small, cold drop of power in her stomach. He could take the humiliation.
This was good. This was very good.

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Scene 8

It is Friday evening.
Rajiv comes home from work. He is very tired.
He enters the house. It is a mess.
The plates from breakfast are still on the table.


There is no smell of dinner cooking.
He walks into the bedroom.
Anushka is not in the kitchen. She is at the mirror.

She is putting on bright red lipstick.
She is wearing a new black dress. It is very tight on her body.

Rajiv: Anu? What is this?

Anushka: (She does not look at him, focused on her lips) What is what, Rajiv?

Rajiv: The house is a mess. You have not cooked dinner?

Anushka: (She presses her lips together, then turns) No. I did not cook.

Rajiv: (He sighs, running his hand through his hair) Why not? I am hungry. I had a long day.

Anushka: (Her voice is hard, like a stone) You had a long day?

Anushka: What about me? I am in this house all day. I am stressed.

Rajiv: Stressed? From what? You don't even go to work!

Anushka: (She laughs, a cold, short sound) I am stressed from this. From you.

Anushka: I do everything. I clean, I cook... and I get nothing in return.

Anushka: I am feeling suffocated, Rajiv.

Rajiv: (He looks defeated) Anu... please. I am too tired for a fight.

Anushka: (She picks up her small purse) Good. Because I am not fighting.

Anushka: I am going out.

Rajiv: (He looks alarmed) Out? Out where? It is 9 PM.

Anushka: I am going to meet some friends.

Rajiv: Friends? What friends? I don't know them.

Anushka: (She walks to the door, pushing past him) You don't need to know them. I need a break. I need to cope.

Rajiv: Anushka, wait! This is not right!

Anushka: (She turns at the door, her eyes flashing) What is not right, Rajiv?

Anushka: You want me to stay here, unhappy, with you?
Rajiv has no answer.
He is too tired. He is too weak to argue with her.
He just watches.

Anushka: I will be back late. Don't wait for me.
The door clicks shut.
Rajiv stands alone in the messy house. He feels a new kind of fear.
She is gone. And he did nothing to stop her.

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Scene 9

It has been two weeks.
Anushka goes out three or four times every week. She calls them "her breaks."
She does not clean. She does not cook.
Rajiv is living in a messy house. He is eating food from outside. He feels lost.
Tonight, Anushka comes home. It is almost midnight.
Rajiv is awake, waiting on the sofa. He looks tired and angry.
He opens his mouth to shout at her.
But then... he sees her.

She is... glowing.
Her cheeks are pink. Her eyes are bright and sparkling.
She looks younger.
She is smiling, a small, secret smile.

Rajiv: (His anger just melts into confusion) Anu?

Anushka: (She looks at him, her smile growing) Oh, you are awake, Rajiv?

Rajiv: Where were you? It is midnight!

Anushka: (She kicks off her heels and stretches, her bust pushing against her dress) Ah, I am so relaxed.

Anushka: I was just out with my friends. We were talking.

Rajiv: (He stands up, walking closer to her) Talking? You look... different.

Rajiv: You seem so... happy.
He cannot understand it.
At home, she is angry and stressed.
But she comes back from these "friends" looking satisfied and cheerful.

Anushka: (She laughs, a light, happy sound he has not heard in years) I am happy, Rajiv.

Anushka: It feels good to be... appreciated.

Rajiv: Appreciated? Who is appreciating you?

Anushka: (She pats his cheek, like he is a small boy) Just my friends. They are very nice to me.

Anushka: They make me feel good about myself.
Rajiv stares at her.
He cannot comprehend the reason for this sudden joy.
He is failing. The house is failing. Their marriage is failing.
But Anushka... Anushka is glowing.

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Scene 10

It is very late, maybe 3 AM.
Anushka is sleeping deeply. She came home glowing again, and fell asleep fast.
Rajiv is not sleeping.
Her happy, smiling face from earlier... it is burning in his mind.
He looks at her phone charging on the bedside table.

A terrible, sick feeling is in his stomach. He has never, ever checked her phone.
His hands are shaking.
He picks it up. He opens her internet browser.
He sees the history.

‘Hot wife with strong stranger.’ ‘Husband watches boss.’ ‘Indian wife big bull.’

His mind goes blank. He does not understand.
He clicks on one of the videos.
He watches for ten seconds. He sees a man, small and scared, watching.
He sees a big man, and a wife who is... happy.

Rajiv feels like he will be sick.
His heart is pounding. This is filth. This is... Anushka?
He turns to her. His hand is shaking as he grips her shoulder.

Rajiv: (His voice is a harsh whisper) Anushka. Wake up.

Anushka: (She groans, trying to sleep) Mmm... what? Rajiv, leave me...

Rajiv: (He shakes her harder. Violently.) WAKE UP!
Anushka sits up suddenly, her hair wild. She is angry.

Anushka: What is wrong with you! Are you mad?
Rajiv does not speak.
He just holds the phone in front of her face.
The video is still playing. The sounds fill the silent room.

Anushka’s eyes focus on the screen.
Her anger... vanishes.
She does not look ashamed. She does not look guilty.
She just looks... caught.

Anushka: (Her voice is suddenly cold) You went through my phone.

Rajiv: (He is almost crying) What is this, Anushka?

Rajiv: What are you watching?

Anushka: (She pulls the sheet up to cover her 34E chest, her eyes locked on his) You can see what it is.

Rajiv: (He is trembling) This is... disgusting! Sick!

Rajiv: Is this why you are so happy? Is this what your "friends" are?

Anushka: (A small, dangerous smile touches her lips) Give me my phone, Rajiv.

Rajiv: (He pulls it away) No! Tell me! Do you want this?
Anushka just stares at him.
She does not say yes.
She does not say no.

And in that silence, Rajiv finds his answer. He feels his world collapse.

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Scene 11

One second passes. The room is dead silent.
The sounds from the video on the phone have stopped.
Rajiv is breathing fast, his hand shaking. He is waiting for her to cry, to say sorry.

Rajiv: (His voice is broken, a whisper) Anu... please. Say something. Tell me this is not true.
Anushka looks at his weak, pained face.
She feels no guilt. She feels... power. A cold, hard power.
She is finished hiding.

Anushka: (Her voice is clear. No fear. No shame.) Yes, Rajiv.
Rajiv flinches, like she has hit him. His eyes are wide with horror.

Anushka: This is what I want.

Anushka: This is my deepest desire.
She leans forward. Her voice is low, but dominant.

Anushka: I know you cannot satisfy me.

Rajiv: (He shakes his head, tears filling his eyes) No... no... Anu... I love you... I...

Anushka: (She laughs, a short, cold sound) Love? Love is not enough for my body, Rajiv.

Anushka: You are a good man. But you are a small man.

Rajiv: (He whispers, crushed) Stop... please...

Anushka: Your stamina is low. Your size is small.

Anushka: I am a woman. I am full... (she gestures to her chest)... I have needs.

Anushka: You cannot meet them. You never have.
She pulls the gown off her body. She is not shy.
She stands up from the bed, naked, in front of him.
She looks like a queen. He looks like a beggar.

Anushka: (She steps forward and takes the phone from his weak hand) I am tired of pretending.

Anushka: I am a woman who knows what she wants.

Anushka: And now... you know too.

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Scene 12

Rajiv stares at her. His whole body is shaking.
He looks at her naked body. It is the body he knows.
But the woman standing there... she is a stranger. A cold, powerful stranger.
The humiliation burns him. Small. Low stamina. She said it to his face.
His shock turns to dark, red anger.

Rajiv: (His voice is low and trembling with rage) You... you are sick, Anushka.

Anushka: (She does not flinch. She does not cover herself.) I am honest, Rajiv. For the first time in years.

Rajiv: (He suddenly shouts, pointing a shaking finger at her) Honest? You call this filth honest?

Rajiv: This is disgusting!
He remembers the video on the phone. The weak husband watching.

Rajiv: I am your husband! Not... not some... dog!

Rajiv: This is disrespectful to me! It is disrespectful to our marriage!

Anushka: (Her voice is calm. It makes him even angrier.) Our marriage? What marriage, Rajiv?

Anushka: The marriage where I lie awake aching every night?

Anushka: The marriage where you finish in one minute and say 'Sorry, jaan'?

Rajiv: (He covers his ears, like he cannot hear the truth) Stop it! Stop it!

Rajiv: I will never do this! Do you hear me? NEVER!

Rajiv: You want me to... to find someone for you? You want me to watch?

Rajiv: (He spits the words out) It is perverted!
He is breathing hard. He expects her to cry, to apologize.
But Anushka just looks at him with... pity.

Anushka: (She sighs and walks calmly to the cupboard to get her nightgown) I knew you would say this.

Anushka: You are too weak even for my fantasy.

Rajiv: I am NOT weak! I am a normal man!

Rajiv: This conversation is over. This... madness... is over!
Anushka slips the nightgown over her head.
She looks at him, her eyes cold.

Anushka: (Her voice is final) No, Rajiv.
Anushka: It is just beginning.

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Scene 13

Rajiv stands there, breathing hard. He feels strong because he shouted. He said no.
He expects her to be angry.
But Anushka's cold face... changes.
It crumples. Her lower lip trembles.
Her eyes, which were so hard and cold, suddenly fill with water.
A single, large tear rolls down her cheek. Then another.
She does not make a sound. She just cries.
Rajiv’s anger stops. It just... vanishes.
He is confused. He cannot handle her tears.

Rajiv: (His voice is soft now, uncertain) Anu?

Rajiv: Why... why are you crying? You are the one who...

Anushka: (Her voice is a whisper, a sob.) You... you said...

Rajiv: (He takes a step closer. He feels like a bully.) I said it is perverted. It is!

Anushka: (She suddenly looks up, her face wet. She looks broken.) You don't love me!

Rajiv: (He is shocked. This is his great weakness.) What? What are you saying? Of course I love you!

Rajiv: I love you! That is why I am so angry!

Anushka: (She shakes her head, crying harder now) No! You don't!

Anushka: If you loved me, you would not call me disgusting!

Anushka: You would not call my needs sick!

Rajiv: (He feels totally lost) But Anu... what you want... it is not normal!

Anushka: (She is almost screaming now, hitting the bed with her fist) I don't care about normal!

Anushka: I care about being happy! And I am not happy!

Anushka: (She looks him right in the eye, tears streaming down) You just want me to be sad forever!

Rajiv: (He is crumbling. He feels deep, terrible guilt.) No... jaan... no... I don't want you to be sad... I...

Anushka: (Her voice is a broken whisper again) I am aching, Rajiv. Every night.

Anushka: I told you my deepest, darkest secret...

Anushka: And you... you just... hate me for it.

Rajiv: (He reaches out a shaking hand) I don't hate you... I...
He stops. He does not know what to say.
Her tears are calculated.
They are a weapon. And they are hitting his heart, breaking his resistance.
He is not angry anymore. He is just guilty.

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Scene 14
It is the next evening.

The house is very, very quiet. Rajiv has been avoiding her all day.
Anushka is sitting on the sofa, reading a magazine. She looks bored.
Rajiv comes home. He is holding a small, blue box from a famous jewelry shop.
He looks very nervous. He thinks money can fix this.

Rajiv: (He holds out the box to her, his hand shaking a little) Anu... I... I bought something for you.

Anushka: (She looks up from her magazine, raising an eyebrow) Oh? What is this?

Rajiv: (He sits next to her, pushing the box into her hand) Open it. Please.

Rajiv: I... I wanted to say sorry. For shouting at you.
Anushka looks at the box. She is not crying anymore.
She is cold.
She opens it. Inside is a heavy gold necklace with diamonds. It is very expensive.

Rajiv: (He tries to smile, desperate for her to be happy) Do you like it? It cost a lot of money. I... I know you wanted one like this.

Anushka: (Her voice is flat, empty) It is very beautiful, Rajiv. Thank you.
She closes the box.
She puts it on the table next to her.
She does not put the necklace on. She does not smile.

Rajiv: (His forced smile disappears. He is confused and hurt.) You... you are not going to wear it?

Anushka: (She turns back to her magazine) I will wear it for some party.

Rajiv: (He sounds desperate now) Anu! I am trying! I said sorry!

Anushka: (She looks at him, her eyes like ice) You said sorry for shouting, Rajiv.

Anushka: You did not say sorry for calling me sick.
Rajiv opens his mouth. But no words come out.
He thought this transaction would work. He failed in bed, so he brought her diamonds.
Anushka looks at him, defeated by his own gift.
She is not happy.
She does not want his money.
She wants his submission. And this gift just proves he does not understand.

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Scene 15


Rajiv stares at the expensive, unwanted box on the table.
He looks broken. He has no more ideas. No more money to offer.
Anushka watches him. His silence is her victory.
She knows he is weak. Now, she will break him.
She stands up slowly from the sofa.

Anushka: (Her voice is not angry. It is not sad. It is cold.) It is not working, Rajiv.

Rajiv: (He looks up, his eyes pleading) Anu... please. I will buy you anything. A car?

Anushka: (She laughs, a short, sharp sound. It hurts him.) A car?
Anushka: You think I am doing this for money?
Anushka: I am doing this for my body. My soul.

Rajiv: (He whispers, defeated) What do you want from me?

Anushka: (She walks right in front of him, standing over him. Her 34E curves seem huge.) I want you to stop being a coward.
Anushka: I am giving you a final choice, Rajiv.

Rajiv: (He looks terrified) A choice?

Anushka: Yes. Option one: You accept me.
Anushka: You accept what I need.
Anushka: Either you let me be happy my way.

Rajiv: (He is shaking his head, already knowing) Your way...

Anushka: Yes. You will find someone for me. Or I will.
Anushka: And you will let it happen. You will be part of it.
Anushka: I... I can't...
Anushka: (She raises her hand, silencing him) Or. Option two.
Anushka: I leave you.
Rajiv’s blood runs cold. This is worse than the fantasy.

Rajiv: (He gasps) Leave? Divorce?

Anushka: I leave you. And I take my happiness elsewhere.
Anushka: I will go out. I will find a real man.
Anushka: And I will not be quiet about it.
Anushka: I will tell everyone why I left.
Anushka: I will tell your mother. I will tell my father. I will tell all our friends...
Anushka: ...that my husband is small.
Anushka: That my husband has no stamina.
Anushka: That my husband cannot satisfy his wife.
The humiliation is total. The scandal would destroy him.
Anushka: (She leans down, her face close to his) So, choose.
Anushka: Do you want private humiliation?
Anushka: Or public humiliation?
Anushka: Cuckoldry... or scandal?

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Scene 16

Anushka was shaking. This was the moment she waited for so long. All the sadness, all the empty nights with Rajiv, all the longing in her heart, it would all end now. She was going to meet the man she found, Aman, The Bull. The passion was immediate and raw, even before she met him. She knew her voluptuous body was finally going to be claimed by a strong, dominant lover.

She checked the room number one last time. It was a simple room, paid for by cash, far away from her home. She wore a simple salwar kameez, easy to take off. Her 34E breasts felt heavy with excitement. She was eager, excited, and impatient. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

Aman was standing there. He was big, strong, and his eyes burned with raw hunger. He was wearing black, tight leather pants. Anushka’s eyes went straight to the leather pants. They were so tight, showing the powerful shape beneath. She could not look away.

Anushka walked in, closing the door fast. She was breathing hard.

Anushka: "Oh, my God. You are even bigger than I thought. Those leather pants... they are so good."
Aman smiled, a slow, predatory smile.

Aman: "And you, Anu. You are a masterpiece. The videos did not show enough of your perfect shape."
Anushka took a small packet from her purse. It was a very expensive watch.

Anushka: "This is for you. A small gift. For being my hero. For saving me."
Aman tossed the watch onto the table, not even looking. He moved close to her, his power radiating.

Aman: "I do not need gifts, Anu. I need your submission. I need you to be honest with your body."
Anushka gasped. She was so close to him now. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him onto the bed. She was beyond being gentle. She was horny and shameless.

Anushka: "I am honest! I am so honest, it hurts! I have waited too long for this power!"
She started tearing at the buttons of her kameez. She pulled it off, revealing the lace bra struggling to contain her huge
breasts. The longing was intense.

Aman ripped the bra off, freeing the heavy weight of her breasts. He claimed them with a brutal, consuming passion. Anushka moaned loudly, feeling the immediate, deep rush of validation. She had never been handled with such force and confidence.
She was now flirty and aggressive, lying on the bed next to him. She moved her hand, reaching for the source of his power.

Anushka started touching his crotch area, rubbing the hard leather against his penis.
Anushka: "Tell me you want me. Tell me you will make me forget my life. I am yours now."
Aman stopped her hand, his voice a low growl.

Aman: "Hey, I am supposed to be taking care of you, Anu. You are the Queen, but I am the King tonight. You wait for my command."

Anushka looked into his eyes, a desperate, fierce passion burning.

Anushka: "Then command me! I need you to fuck me deep, you know deep, like really deep, penetrate me, fill me, slap me, don't hold back at all! I need to feel pain and pleasure together! I need to be broken!"

Aman laughed, a sound of pure dominance. He wasted no more time. He tore off the leather pants and all his remaining clothes, revealing his powerful body. The sight of his rigid, thick penis made Anushka gasp in delight. It was everything Rajiv's was not.

He mounted her aggressively, claiming her body with immediate, rough force. The initial penetration was a raw shock, painful and glorious at once. He hit the deepest part of her, instantly reaching the well of her unfulfilled desire.
He did not move gently. He pounded into her, fast and hard, his hands gripping her voluptuous hips. Anushka’s body fought and surrendered at the same time. The force was stunning, overwhelming her mind. She could only feel, only surrender.

Aman’s hands grabbed her huge breasts, squeezing and pulling them as he claimed her mouth in a punishing kiss. She could not breathe, she could only moan the man’s name. The aggression was the therapy she needed.
Suddenly, a wave hit her—the first violent orgasm. It was massive, consuming her entire body. Her muscles seized, her back arched high off the bed, her voice a piercing shriek that Aman covered with his mouth. She felt pure, intense ecstasy, her consciousness shattering into a million pieces.
He finished soon after, pouring his hot load inside her.

Anushka, breathless and shaking, whispered, her voice husky.
Anushka: "Oh, God. Oh, God. I thought I would die. That was the best... the best."
Aman pulled out, rolling onto his back.
Aman: "That was just the warm-up, my Queen. We have all night. You told me you needed three times. You will get them."

Anushka did not rest. The first orgasm had only sharpened her hunger. She climbed onto him, grabbing his penis with a dominant hand, guiding him back. She wanted to be claimed again, but differently.
She flipped over, demanding to be taken from behind. Aman accepted her command, but then took control back completely. He pushed her down onto her stomach, grabbing her wrists. This was the aggression she asked for.
He entered her again, deeper this time. He started talking, his words raw and commanding, demanding she scream her desire for him. He started slapping her voluptuous hips hard, the sound sharp in the room.
Anushka screamed the words he demanded. The pain and the pleasure were a dizzying mix. She felt the heavy sway of her breasts as he controlled her every move. This was her deepest fantasy realized: total, beautiful submission.
The second orgasm was a slow, agonizing wave. It built with the rhythm of his harsh penetration, consuming her for a long, unbearable time. When it finally broke, she wept, tears of pure ecstasy streaming down her face.

Anushka was trembling. She reached back and pulled his head closer, whispering fiercely.
Anushka: "Fill me! Do not stop! I want your penis inside me always!"
Aman pulled out and turned her over again.
Aman: "You are insatiable, Anu. You are a wild, magnificent thing."

This final act was about possession and release. Aman took her onto the floor, against the wall, demanding her body take his full weight. He was tired, but driven by her insatiable hunger.
He entered her one last time, with a powerful thrust that made her see stars. He held her tight against the wall, moving with a deep, punishing rhythm. Anushka felt the full, physical exhaustion finally setting in, but her core desire was screaming for one final, shattering climax.

He talked to her, telling her he was going to fill her with his sperm, telling her she would be his always. The words were simple, explicit, and utterly consuming.
The third orgasm was the most violent of all. It was not a pleasure wave; it was an electric shock. Her entire body convulsed against the wall, every nerve ending firing at once. She felt a deep, warm rush of his sperm filling her completely.
Aman held her standing until the last tremor passed.

When it was over, he carried her back to the bed. Anushka lay there, exhausted, sore, and profoundly satisfied. Her voluptuous body felt heavy and loved. She was not sad anymore. She was in pure bliss and ecstasy.
She curled against him, planting a kiss on his chest. Her hero. Her destroyer. Her Bull. She knew her life was ruined, but in this moment, she had never been happier. The shame, the risk, the raw passion—it was all worth it. She was finally alive.

[PELURI]

quick fix....the assault, the submission and the satisfaction could be more elaborate n gratifying...

[PELURI]

soulless s2x is not erotica....mental satisfaction is as important bodily satisfaction....emotional entwining of the partners is missing

[PELURI]

aman is wasted...his strength girth and lust for female body not accentuated....similarly anushka too..
.too beautiful bodies with hunger not explored enough

[Yash121]

Mind-blowing update....make her only aman's whore

[Ayush01111]

Just your reader should leave that person

[ashuezy2]

Scene 17

Anushka felt the deep, heavy satisfaction in her voluptuous body. She lay next to Aman, completely drained but immensely happy. The three times were more wild than any dream. Her breasts were swollen, her lips were bruised. She was no longer the sad wife; she was a woman remade by pure, raw pleasure. But the time was running out. She had to go back to the lie.

Aman: Anu,"You are so quiet now, my Queen. Did I break you?"

Anushka: "You didn't break me, Aman. You fixed me. You filled every empty space inside my heart and my pussy. I feel... complete."

Aman: "That is the power of honesty. Your body knows what it needs. Your body was screaming for a rough hand."

Anushka: (She reaches out and touches his penis gently.) "And your penis gave it to me. Such a big, strong gift. I will never forget how deep you went. I can still feel your sperm inside me."

The mood was shifting. The passion was over, and the high risk reality was coming back. Anushka knew she had to leave before Rajiv started asking too many questions.

Anushka: (She sits up, her face with sudden worry.) "I must go now. It is getting late. I cannot stay long, you know this."

Aman: (He pulls her back down, kissing her neck fiercely.) "Five more minutes, my love. Just five more minutes of your soft skin on mine."

Anushka: (She pushes him away, but her eyes are soft.) "No, Aman. I must go. My husband... he is not stupid, just blind. I need to look tired, not satisfied."

Aman: "Then take one more memory. Let me see you again."
Aman held her gaze, his eyes full of raw possession. Anushka allowed him one last, lingering look at her voluptuous
body before she quickly dressed herself in the simple salwar kameez.

Anushka: (Pulling the last button up.) "I will call you soon. Do not call me. It is too risky. You wait for my signal."

Aman: "I will wait. But know this, Anu. You are mine now. Your husband may have your name, but I have your body. And your soul."

Anushka: (She rushes to the door, her heart hammering with excitement and fear.) "Yes, Aman. I am yours. You filled me up. I am running on your power now."

Anushka looked back once more, secretive smile on her face. She stepped out of the room, leaving the pure bliss behind and walking straight back into the complex, dangerous lie of her marriage. She knew this was just the beginning.