divya

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‎Divya reached home at six in the morning.

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‎Bus was late. She was tired. Body aching from long travel. Bag heavy on shoulder.

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‎She entered house quiet. Ranjith still sleeping. Monu also.

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‎Divya went straight to bathroom. Took bath. Hot water. Soap smell jasmine. She scrubbed hard.

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‎Came out. Wore salwar.

‎. Did pooja in small mandir. Lit diya. Applied sindoor. Prayed long.

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‎Ranjith woke up. Came to hall. Saw her doing pooja. Smiled little.

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‎"Good morning. You came early."

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‎Divya nodded. "Haan. Papa thik ho gaye."

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‎Ranjith sat on chair. Said casual, "Rickshaw pullar not come today."

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‎Divya heart skipped. She asked soft, "Why?"

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‎Ranjith said, "Last night he fight with older people for cheap liquor. security officer took him to station. Morning release hoga shayad. But today no rickshaw for Monu."

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‎Divya said "Oh" only. Face normal. But inside storm.

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‎She remembered Hamee dirty face. His kiss. His hard thrusts. How he came inside her. How she shouted joy.

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‎Now he in station. Fight for liquor.

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‎She felt little pity.

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‎Eight am.

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‎Ranjith took Monu to convent in bike. "Main drop kar deta hoon aaj. Then station jaunga."

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‎Monu hugged Divya. "Bye Mummy!"

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‎Bike sound gone.

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‎Divya left home at nine o'clock. She wore simple blue salwar kameez.

‎Dupatta on shoulder. Hair in loose braid. Looked like normal teacher.

‎ Took auto to convent.

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‎She taught children whole morning. English rhymes. Hindi stories.

‎Smiled for kids. Corrected books.

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‎But inside mind is not there.

‎Hamee face came again and again. His dirty beard.

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‎At eleven thirty bell rang.

‎ her classes are over.

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‎Divya packed bag. Said bye to other teachers. Went out gate.

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‎She stood at road.

‎ one  Auto came.

‎She Told driver, “Polic.e station chalna hai.”

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‎Auto started. Bumpy road. Wind on face. Divya heart beat fast. She thought: “Why I am going? To see if he is okay?  Or something else?”

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‎She felt shy. Guilty. But legs moving on their own.

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‎Reached station in ten minutes.

‎Old building. Dirty wall.

‎Two guards outside.

‎One sitting on chair. Other standing. Both in khaki uniform. One smoking beedi.

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‎Divya got down from auto. Paid money. Stood at gate. Hands tight on dupatta.

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‎She looked inside. Small compound. Few bikes. Lockup room visible. Bars on window.

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‎No Hamee outside.

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‎She went near guard who was sitting.

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‎Soft voice, “Bhaiya… Hamee naam ka rickshaw puller hai. Kal raat aaya tha. Kya woh abhi andar hai?”

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‎Guard looked at her.

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‎“Haan memsab. Hamee andar hai. ”

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‎Divya nodded. “Thank you.”

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‎ When the guard said, “Woh andar hai,” Divya heart beat fast. She took deep breath. Walked inside poli.ce stat.ion .

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‎Station hall small and dirty. Old fan on ceiling.
‎Smell of sweat, paper, tea. Two benches. Lockup bars at back.
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‎Hamee sitting one corner of hall. On wooden bench. Head down.
‎Hands on knees. Shirt same dirty one from yesterday. Beard rough. Eyes red. Face tired.
‎Body smell of old liquor and jail dust.
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‎Divya saw him. Stopped one second. Then went near slowly.
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‎Hamee heard footsteps. Looked up. Saw Divya in blue salwar.
‎ He stand up quick. Looked around — no one watching much.
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‎He said low, scared voice, “Memsab… yahan kyun aayi?”
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‎Divya looked at his tired dirty face. Pity came little.
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‎She said soft, “I just… came to see if you are okay.”
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‎Hamee looked down.
‎ Voice low, “Do sau maang rahe hain guards. Release ke liye extra. Mere paas nahi hai.”
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‎Divya smiled little.
‎Soft voice mein boli, “To do unko paisa.”
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‎Hamee looked at her. Eyes tired but grateful. He said low, “They beat me last night. Bahut maara poli.ce ne. Dard ho raha hai ab bhi.”
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‎Divya face sad ho gaya. “Oh… sad.”
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‎She felt pity. His dirty shirt. Swollen eye. Beard rough. Body smell of jail dust and old sweat.
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‎Hamee came one step close. Hall mein koi nahi dekh raha tha. Guards bahar the.
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‎He slowly leaned forward.
‎ Kissed on her lips.
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‎Gentle kiss first. Rough lips on her soft lips. Liquor taste faint.
‎Beard scratched her chin little.
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‎Divya eyes opened. She saw into his eyes — red, tired, hungry.
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‎She did not push him.
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‎ divya Kissed him back once. Soft. Slow. Her lips pressed on his lips.
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‎Then she pulled back fast. Face red. Shy.
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‎She said quick, “Bas… .”
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‎Divya turned. Walked to guards outside.
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‎Gave two hundred rupees to one guard. Quiet, “Yeh Hamee ke liye. Release kar dijiye please.”
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‎Guard took money. Nodded. “Theek hai memsab.”
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‎Divya went out station gate. Stood at road. Auto liya.
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‎After two minutes Hamee came out.
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Hamee said low voice, “Memsab, mera rickshaw hai bahar. Chalte hain ghar drop kar deta hoon.”
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‎Divya looked up at sky. Dark clouds heavy. “Baarish ho sakti hai.”
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‎Hamee nodded. “Chalo memsab. Jaldi chalte hain.”
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‎He took her to rickshaw. 
‎Divya sat behind. Dupatta tight. 
‎. Hamee pedaled fast. 
‎Five minutes mein ghar pahunch gaye. 
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‎Divya looked up. First rain drops falling. Slow at first. Then faster.
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‎She said quick, “Come in house. Baarish shuru ho raha hai.”
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‎Hamee looked at rain. Then at her. Nodded. 
‎Both ran inside house. Rickshaw bahar hi chhod diya.
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‎Divya wet dupatta utari. Hair little wet. Salwar kameez stick on body. Breasts outline clear.
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‎Hamee stood near door. Wet shirt stick on chest. Beard dripping. Eyes on Divya body.
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‎ divya smiled with  shy.
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‎Twenty minutes passed. Rain low ho gaya. Sirf light drizzle.
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‎ Ranjith aa gaya.
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‎He parked bike outside. Saw rickshaw bahar khada. Hamee rickshaw.
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‎Ranjith face little surprise. 
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‎Ranjith  main door ke paas pahuncha.
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‎Door half open tha. Andar se awaaz aayi — Divya ki.
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‎“Ahh… ahh… bhaiyaa… please… mm… mmm…”
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‎Ranjith body freeze ho gayi. Heart ekdum tez dhadakne laga. Woh ruk gaya. Door ke chhote se gap se andar dekha.
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‎Hall mein sofa pe Divya ka  salwar aur  bra padi thi. 
‎Random tarike se phenki hui. Jaise jaldi utari gayi ho.
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‎Phir hall se awaaz aur tez hui.
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‎“Aah… abbahh… abbaahh… you… dirty man… abaah… aah… aahh!”
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‎Divya ki voice high pitch mein.
‎ Pain aur pleasure mix. 
‎Moaning loud. 
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‎Ranjith ka haath door handle pe tha. Par woh andar nahi gaya. Paer jaise jam gaye.
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‎Woh sirf sunta raha.
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‎Divya ki awaaz badhti gayi.
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‎“Aah… Hamee bhai… zor se… please… aahh… mmm… abbahh!”

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BEfore twenty minutes..

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‎ when hamee see divya sexy body..

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‎ Hamee suddenly grabbed Divya’s waist with both hands.

‎ His rough, calloused fingers dug into her soft flesh through the thin salwar.

‎ He lifted her off  like she weighed nothing and slammed her back against the  wall..

‎Divya gasped sharply — “Ahh!”

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‎Hamee crushed his filthy, sweat-soaked body against hers instantly.

‎ His hairy chest flattened her breasts painfully, nipples scbanging raw against his coarse shirt hair.

‎His hips slammed forward violently — thick cock stabbing against her lower belly like a burning rod through the thin salwar.

‎The force lifted her toes off the tiles for a second.

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‎He smelled rancid — stale daru, days-old sweat, beedi tar, unwashed crotch musk. The stench flooded her nose with every ragged exhale he blew against her throat. His beard — matted, — raked her cheek and neck like steel wool as he dragged his open mouth down, biting the side of her throat hard .

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‎“Tu meri kutiya hai ab, memsab,” he snarled, voice gravel-thick, spit spraying her earlobe. “Randi ban gayi… le pura.”

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‎ divya looked at his eyes,said"shut up"

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‎ he kissed on her lips hardly.

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‎Divya’s hands clawed at his shoulders — nails ripping through damp shirt fabric — “No… Ranjith… please…!” — but her voice cracked into a whimper.

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‎Body already betraying her: nipples painfully hard, cunt clenching empty, slick heat soaking her panties.

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‎Hamee ripped her dupatta off with one savage yank .

‎Threw it behind him like garbage.

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‎Both hands seized the neckline of her kameez and tore downward — fabric shredded like paper, buttons flying across tiles like bullets.

‎ bra exposed.

‎He hooked filthy fingers under the cups and yanked violently — straps snapped with sharp pops, bra tore in half — her heavy breasts spilled out, bouncing free.

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‎ Nipples dark brown, swollen, erect from fear and sick arousal.

‎Cool air slapped them like ice; goosebumps raced over her skin.

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‎He attacked her right nipple like a beast — sucked so hard .

‎it hurt, teeth clamping down viciously, grinding.

‎Divya screamed raw — “AHHHH… dard…bhaiyaa  …!” — back arching off the wall involuntarily, shoving her breast deeper into his mouth.

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‎Pain lanced white-hot through her chest, twisted into filthy pleasure that shot straight to her clit.

‎Left nipple throbbed untouched, begging.

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‎His right hand plunged inside her salwar waistband — drawstring snapped like thread under his fingers.

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‎He shoved panties aside brutally — fabric ripped at the crotch seam — and rammed two thick, calloused fingers deep inside her without mercy.

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‎She was drenched — hot, slick, swollen — cunt sucking his fingers in greedily.

‎He pumped fast, rough, curling hard against her g-spot, knuckles grinding her clit.

‎Wet squelching sounds echoed obscenely in the hall.

‎"aah aahh bhaiyaa..mm ..mmaahh"

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‎Juices coated his wrist, ran in thick rivulets down her inner thighs, puddled on the floor tiles.

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‎Divya’s head thrashed side to side — “AHH… Hamee bhai… dheere… ” — but hips bucked forward desperately, fucking herself on his fingers.

‎ Shame burned hotter than pain.

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‎He yanked fingers out with a filthy pop. Grabbed her salwar and panties in one fist — tore them down her legs in a single brutal rip.

‎Cloth shredded at the knees. She stumbled, legs forced wide.

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‎Hamee spun her around like a rag doll.

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‎ Slammed divya chest-first into the wall — breasts crushed painfully flat on cold tiles, nipples scbanging rough plaster.

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‎ Ass thrust out. He kicked divya feet apart wider — almost splitting her thighs. Dropped his lungi.

‎ Cock sprang free — thick, dark, veined, head swollen purple and dripping.

‎Smell pungent, musky, unwashed.

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‎He rubbed the leaking head along divya soaked slit once — smearing her juices — then slammed in to the hilt with one savage thrust.

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‎Divya’s scream tore through the house — raw, throat-shredding — “AHHHHHHH…  bada… hai…!”

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‎Burning stretch. Fullness so brutal it felt like he was splitting her open.

‎ He didn’t pause — started pounding like a piston.

‎ Brutal, punishing strokes.

‎Each one bottomed out with bone-jarring force — balls slapping her clit hard, wet thwacks echoing. Her ass cheeks jiggled violently with every impact.

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‎ divya can't bare his penis in her small pussy.

‎ she is shouting with pain.

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‎ then Ranjith at door.

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‎“Aah… abbahh… dirty man… zor se… … AHHH… fuck me ..bhaiyaa…!” Divya shouted without control, voice cracking into sobs of pleasure-pain.

‎Tears streamed.

‎ Hips pushed back greedily — cunt sucking him deeper.

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‎ Ranjith see them,but they don't.

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‎Hamee twisted her long hair in fist like reins — yanked her head back sharply, arching her spine painfully.

‎Fucked even deeper.

‎Penis battering her cervix relentlessly. Pain flared blinding  — then melted into unbearable ecstasy.

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‎“Le kutiya… meri randi… le pura andar…!” he snarled, slapping her ass hard — crack like gunshot.

‎Red handprint bloomed instantly. Another slap. Another.

‎Each one made her clench tighter, juices squirting out around his shaft.

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‎ divya is shouting with ecstasy.

‎ Ranjith heard them.

‎ she never shouted when he did sex with her.

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‎Divya came violently — body convulsing like electrocuted.

‎“AHHH… main aa  … andar hi… AHHH!” Walls clamped like a vice.

‎ Juices gushed in hot spurts, soaking his balls, dripping on floor in thick puddles.

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‎ Legs shook so hard she would have collapsed if he wasn’t pinning her.

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[PELURI]

too good bro....weekend began on right note....

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Hamee roared — animal sound — kept pounding through her orgasm. Faster. Harder. Grunts guttural,

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‎Then he pulled out abruptly. Spun her around. Shoved her down on knees — tiles cold and hard, bruising her skin instantly.

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‎“Moonh khol, randi.”

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‎Divya opened her mouth.

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‎ when Ranjith see this,he stunned.

‎ because divya never do like blowjob.

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‎BUT now divya opened her mouth for riksha pullar.

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‎ he see shy on divya face.

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‎ he don't want to stop them.

‎ he slowly come out of house,went to main road on bike.

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‎Hamee grabbed divya hair — forced her head forward — rammed cock deep into her throat.

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‎She gagged violently — throat convulsing, saliva pouring from corners of mouth.

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‎ Hamee fucked her face mercilessly — hips snapping, balls slapping her chin wetly.

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‎ divya can't bare his penis in her mouth.

‎ this is first time for her.

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‎ his hair coming into her nose.

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‎ divya hands on his waist.

‎ she moaned for his strokes.

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‎ divya breasts moving beautifully.

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‎ she is waiting for his withdrawal of penis.

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‎After fifty brutal thrusts he groaned like a beast — “Le… lo..bhaiyaa kaa maal...aah…!”

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‎Hot, thick cum exploded down divya throat — pulse after pulse.

‎Bitter, salty, heavy.

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‎ divya choked, swallowed convulsively — rest overflowed, leaked from her lips, splattered on her heaving breasts, dripped down her chin in sticky ropes.

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‎Hamee pulled out with wet pop.

‎ Cum strings stretched from his cock to her abused lips.

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‎He looked down at her — naked on  floor,, cum glazing her face and breasts, salwar torn around ankles, hair ruined, sindoor smeared.

‎Smiled filthy.

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‎ divya take her clothes and run back side of house for bath.

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‎ she is in little shock of new experience of blowjob and hard sex.

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Divya

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‎ Divya felt very shy the whole remaining day.

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‎She kept thinking about Hamee. His dirty beard. His rough hands. His thick penis inside her. How he fucked her so hard. How she shouted in joy and pain.
‎How she came twice. How he came inside her mouth.
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‎"Oh God… how he did sex with me? How I bear his penis? It was so big… so rough… I shouted many times."
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‎Shame burned in her chest like fire. She felt dirty. Guilty. She avoided mirror. Avoided Ranjith eyes when he came home.
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‎That night at dinner time.
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‎Ranjith, Divya and Monu sat at table. Simple roti, sabzi, dal. Monu ate happily. Talking about scho.ol.
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‎Ranjith finished eating. Looked at Divya .
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‎"I want to talk a matter."
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‎Divya nodded slowly. Monu went to room to play.
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‎Ranjith looked at her eyes.
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‎"Did you love anyone in college or in your street?"
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‎Divya smiled small.
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‎"No."
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‎Ranjith stayed quiet long time. Then spoke slow.
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‎"I know that you did sex with another man."
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‎Divya looked at him. Little tension in eyes. Face became pale. Heart stopped one second.
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‎She said nothing. Just stared.
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‎After long gap — silence heavy like stone — Ranjith spoke again.
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‎"If you love anyone… you go with him."
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‎Divya eyes filled with tears. Big tears. Rolled down cheeks.
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‎She said broken voice, "I only love you."
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‎Ranjith did not talk. Just looked down at plate.  No anger. No shout.
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‎That night Divya did not sleep in their bedroom.
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‎She went to Monu room. Lay beside him. Hugged her son tight. Monu sleeping sound.
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‎She thought: "Ranjith knows. He knows everything. But he is not shouting. Not beating. He is giving me freedom. But I don’t want freedom. I want only him."
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‎Shame bigger than ever. Love also bigger.
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Next day morning Divya woke up early. She did her daily things quietly. Made tea. Prepared breakfast. Woke Monu. Helped him get ready for scho.ol.

‎Wore simple yellow saree. Tight blouse. Pallu neat.
‎Mangalsutra shining. Outside everything looked normal. Inside her heart heavy with guilt.
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‎Ranjith came to kitchen. Sat at table. Divya gave him tea cup.
‎Her hand shook little. She avoided his eyes.
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‎Ranjith took cup. Looked at her calm.
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‎"I loved you. I talked with your father for marriage."
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‎Divya nodded small. Said nothing.
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‎Ranjith sipped tea. Then spoke again slow.
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‎"Our families are traditional. I don't ask who is he."
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‎Divya heart beat fast. She stood near stove. Back to him.
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‎Ranjith asked even slower, voice low.
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‎"Did you enjoy sex with him?"
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‎Divya face became red like tomato.
‎ Shy and shame burned hot.
‎She turned her face towards Monu .
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‎ Started preparing schoo.l bag.
‎Put books. Tiffin. Water bottle.
‎Hands shaking. She could not look at Ranjith.
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‎She said nothing. Just worked fast.
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‎Outside lane mein Hamee rickshaw sound came.
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‎"Bachoo aao!"
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‎Monu ran to Divya. "Mummy, rickshaw aa gaya!"
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‎Divya took Monu hand.
‎Walked to gate. She even did not look at Hamee. Eyes down.
‎. Pallu tight on chest.
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‎Hamee sat on rickshaw seat. Looked at her. But he did not say anything.
‎Did not smile. Did not stare like before. Just normal.
‎Helped Monu to sit.
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‎"Chalo beta."
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‎Rickshaw started. Pedal sound faded.
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‎Divya stood at gate long time. Watching them go.

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‎ Days passed normally.

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‎Divya and Ranjith went to their jobs daily. Divya taught in convent with full dedication. Children loved her.
‎Teachers praised her. She got good name — “Bahut achhi teacher hai Divya madam.” She smiled outside.
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‎Ranjith busy in polic.e work.
‎Every two days he went to city for meetings with senior officers. Long hours. Late nights. He came home tired. Ate dinner. Slept early. No time for talk. No time for sex.
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‎Divya and Ranjith did not have sex for many days.
‎Ranjith too tired. Divya too shy and guilty to ask.
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‎But her body was young. Beautiful. Fair skin soft. Breasts full. Hips round.
‎ Every night she felt heat between thighs. Nipples hard under nighty. Body demanding sex. Craving touch.
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‎She remembered Hamee rough hands. His thick penis. How he fucked her hard. How she shouted joy. Body remembered everything.
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‎She controlled hard.
‎Took cold bath at night. Prayed longer. Did extra pooja.
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‎But night mein sleep nahi aati. Body burning. Mind full of guilt.
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‎Hamee lost hope on Divya.
‎He came for Monu drop and pick daily. But no more staring.
‎No more dirty smile. No more coming inside house.
‎He looked sad. Kept distance. Talked only about Monu scho.ol.
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‎Divya felt relief. Also little empty. She hated herself for that feeling.
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‎Ranjith noticed Divya quiet. But he thought she is tired from work. He said one night, “Thak gayi ho? Rest karo.”
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‎Divya nodded. “Haan.”
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‎She slept in Monu room many nights.
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‎Body still demanding.
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‎Mind controlling.
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‎Ranjith understood his wife completely.

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‎He knew something had happened.
‎He saw the small changes — her shy eyes when he looked at her, the way she avoided long talks, how she slept in Monu room many nights, how her body sometimes trembled when he touched her shoulder.
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‎But he stayed silent.
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‎He did not shout. Did not ask. Did not fight. Just watched. Loved her quietly.
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‎One month passed.
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‎Officers put Ranjith on loop line. Poor performance in duty.
‎Too many complaints. Late reports. Missed raids.
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‎Senior said, “You are not focused, Ranjith. Take time. Improve or face action.”
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‎Ranjith said nothing to Divya.
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‎He came home same time. Ate dinner. Kissed Monu goodnight. Smiled at Divya.
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‎After one week he said casual at dinner.
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‎“My friend marriage hai. Let us go.”
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‎Divya looked up. Surprised little. Then nodded.
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‎“Okay. But what about tickets?”
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‎Ranjith sipped water. Said calm.
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‎“It is not season. Berths are available. I booked already. Train day after tomorrow.”
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‎Divya smiled small. First real smile in days.
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‎“Okay.”
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‎Inside she felt mix feeling. Happy for trip.

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‎ Next day they reached the small railway station .

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‎The station was tiny — old platform with cracked tiles, one small waiting room, no crowd. Only few people here and there. No rush. Quiet.

‎ Just sound of birds and distant train whistle.

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‎Divya was glowing in yellow saree. Bright color on her fair skin.

‎Tight blouse hugging her full breasts. Pallu dbangd neatly but moving soft with wind. Hair in loose braid. Bindi red. Mangalsutra shining between cleavage.

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‎She looked beautiful, traditional, like village bride. Monu holding her hand, jumping excited.

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‎Train was late by fifteen minutes. Announcement crackled on speaker.

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‎Ranjith said, “Main book stall se kuch dekh ke aata hoon.”

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‎He went to small book stall on platform. Looked at newspapers and magazines.

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‎After five minutes he turned back. Saw Divya sitting on bench. Talking with Monu. Laughing soft. Explaining train window view. Monu pointing at birds.

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‎Then Ranjith eyes caught one man.

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‎Sixty years old. Standing little far on platform.

‎Holding small bucket — full of hot samosas. Samosa seller.

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‎Man was staring at Divya.

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‎Beard gray and rough.

‎ Beedi in mouth. Smoke coming slow.

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‎Lungi and shirt dirty — oil stains, sweat marks, torn at edges. Bare feet black with dust.

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‎Ranjith observed him.

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‎Other ladies on platform — two aunties with bags, one young girl with phone — but the old man not looking at them.

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‎Only at Divya.

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‎Eyes fixed. Hungry. Slow up-down look on her saree, her breasts, her hips.

‎ When she laughed and bent to tie Monu shoelace,

‎pallu slipped little — cleavage visible more — old man eyes widened.

‎ Beedi almost fell from mouth.

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‎Ranjith saw everything.

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‎He walked back to Divya slow.

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‎Divya saw him. Smiled innocent.

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‎“Train late hai. Monu ko samosa khilayein?”

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‎Ranjith looked at the old samosa seller. Then at Divya.

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Divya saw the old samosa seller. She smiled innocent.
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‎“Train late hai. Monu ko samosa khilayein?”
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‎Ranjith looked at the old man again. Then at Divya. His voice low, calm.
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‎“He is looking at you.”
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‎Divya turned her head slightly. 
‎The old man was now talking to another passenger — a lady with bags — laughing, selling samosa. 
‎Not staring anymore.
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‎She looked back at Ranjith. Small smile.
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‎“Ab toh baat kar raha hai kisi aur se.”
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‎Ranjith eyes steady on her. No anger. No smile.
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‎“I am not with you. You are not with me. Let us see what he does.”
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‎Divya looked into her husband’s eyes. She smiled soft, little nervous.
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‎“You will feel bad.”
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‎Ranjith shook his head once.
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‎“I don’t.”
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‎Train whistle came.
‎ Platform announcement. Train slowly entered station. Old red-white bogies. Almost empty.
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‎They entered separately.
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‎Ranjith sit on his berth window.
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‎Divya went to side lower berth seat .
‎ monu sit infront of her.
‎ she Took a book from bag. Opened it. Started reading. Eyes on pages but mind not there.
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‎Train moved after one minute. Slow jerk. Then smooth. Countryside started passing outside window.
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‎Total bogie almost empty. Only few passengers far away. No one near them.
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‎Old samosa seller entered the coach after five minutes. Bucket in hand. Walking slow. Beedi in mouth. Dirty lungi, shirt. Eyes searching.
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‎He saw Divya first. Alone on lower berth. Yellow saree glowing in morning light from window. 
‎Tight blouse. Pallu little loose because she was reading. 
‎Breasts rising-falling soft with breath. Fair skin shining.
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‎The old samosa seller stopped near Divya’s seat. His small bucket steamed with hot samosas. 
‎Beedi smoke curled from his mouth. 
‎Dirty lungi, stained shirt, rough beard — he looked sixty, tired but sharp-eyed.
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‎“Memsab… samosa garam hai. Lo na?” he said, voice low, eyes fixed on her yellow saree, her tight blouse, the way her breasts rose gently with each breath.
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‎Divya looked up from her book. Face polite but firm.
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‎“Nahi.”
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‎She closed the book. Turned to Monu, who was playing with a toy car on the seat.
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‎“Paanch do mujhe,” ranjith said to the seller.
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‎He quickly packed five samosas in paper. Gave to Ranjith.
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‎Ranjith took out money. While giving notes, he asked casual, “What is your name?”
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‎“Lalla saab,” the seller replied, voice respectful but eyes flicking towards Divya again.
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‎Divya was busy giving water bottle to Monu. 
‎She bent a little to open the cap for him. Her pallu slipped slightly — just enough. 
‎ 
‎Yellow saree shifted. Tight blouse neckline dipped. 
‎Her glowing fair breasts came into view more — deep cleavage visible, soft curves shining in light from window. 
‎Nipples outline faint through thin blouse.
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‎Lalla saw it clearly. His eyes widened. Beedi almost fell from mouth. 
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‎He stared hard — hungry, shameless — at her cleavage, her breasts rising-falling as she helped Monu drink.
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‎Divya felt the stare. Her cheeks flushed pink. She quickly pulled pallu back up. Fixed blouse. Looked away.
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‎Ranjith noticed everything. The stare. Divya’s red face. The way Lalla eyes lingered.
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‎He said nothing.
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‎Just took samosas. . Sat back on his seat.
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‎Lalla stood there one more second. Then picked up bucket. Walked away slow down the coach. But he looked back twice — eyes still on Divya.
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‎Train moved smooth. Countryside passed outside.
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‎Divya sat quiet. Book open but not reading. Face red. Shy. Guilty.

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This is one of the hottest story I've read on this site. Wish your other stories were in English so I could read them too.

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‎ After one hour, the train slowed down because of heavy rain. Tracks wet, visibility low, so speed kam ho gayi.

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‎Raindrops pattering hard on roof and windows. Coach mein thandi hawa aa rahi thi door se.

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‎Ranjith stood at the open door of the coach. Hands on side bars. Looking out at rain-soaked fields. Wind blowing his shirt.

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‎Lalla came back slowly, samosa bucket in hand. Beedi in mouth.

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‎Wet lungi sticking to legs. He saw Ranjith. Smiled small, respectful.

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‎Stood there near door, not too close.

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‎Ranjith looked at him. Asked calm, “Are you alone?”

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‎Lalla nodded. Took beedi out. Spat paan juice outside.

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‎“Haan saab. Meri biwi buddhi ho gayi. Beti-damaad, unke bacche sab gaon mein hain. Main akela hi ghoomta hoon train mein.”

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‎His eyes again went to Divya.

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‎She was sitting twenty feet away, near window. Yellow saree glowing in dim coach light.

‎ Tight blouse wet little from rain spray. Pallu slightly slipped.

‎Breasts rising-falling as she talked to Monu.

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‎Lalla stared openly. Eyes hungry.

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‎Ranjith noticed. Asked direct, low voice.

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‎“Why are you looking at her?”

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‎Lalla became shy. Looked down. Beedi trembling in fingers.

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‎“Kitni khoobsurat hai woh ladki, saab. Dekh ke dil khush ho jata hai.”

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‎Ranjith smiled small. No anger in face.

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‎“Uska pati nahi hai train mein. Lekin beta hai.”

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‎Lalla smiled wider. Dirty smile.

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‎“Uske pati nahi hai toh… acha hai. Usko dekh ke mera lauda bada ho gaya.”

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‎He adjusted lungi front. Bulge visible now.

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‎Ranjith looked at it. Then at Lalla face. Smiled again.

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‎“Sirf dekhoge ya kuch karoge?”

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‎Lalla kuch nahi bola. Just smiled shy. Beedi jalaya phir se.

‎Smoke blew out in rain.

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‎Divya observed their talking from far. Saw husband and old man talking.

‎ Saw Lalla adjusting himself.

‎ Saw Ranjith smile.

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‎ he went to his seat.

‎ lalla gone back.

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‎ after two minutes lalla again  stand there.

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‎ She looked at Monu. Said soft, “Mummy ko darwaze pe khada hona hai.”

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‎Ranjith understood. Lalla is there.

‎ he said nothing.

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‎Divya stood up. Walked to door slowly. Just to tease her husband.

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‎ Lalla started talking with Divya slowly. He stood near her, bucket on floor.

‎Beedi in hand. Rain sound still coming from outside.

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‎“Memsab, train late hai. Bore ho rahi ho na?” he said, voice low, rough.

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‎Divya looked him. Smiled polite. “Haan thoda.”

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‎He talked about village, samosa business, rain.

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‎Divya also talked little. Normal baat. Monu ke scho.ol ki. Train journey ki.

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‎When she looked at Monu — who was playing with toy car on seat — Lalla said soft, “Achha baccha hai. .”

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‎Divya smiled small. “Haan. Bahut shararti hai.”

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‎After three minutes Divya felt uncomfortable.

‎She want to go back to her seat.

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‎Lalla hand suddenly went on her shoulder. Rough palm pressed hard. Fingers squeezed.

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‎Divya stopped. Looked at him angrily. Eyes sharp.

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‎Lalla did not remove hand.

‎Instead he pulled her head forward quick.

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‎Pressed his cracked lips on her soft lips. Kiss hard. Wet.

‎Beard scratched her chin.  Tongue tried to enter.

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‎Divya pushed him hard. Both hands on his chest. “Chhodiye!”

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‎She stepped back fast. Face red. Breathing heavy. Went to her seat quick. Sat down.

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‎Ranjith — from his window seat — saw  Her red face.   eyes.

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‎Divya looked at Ranjith. Then at Monu. Said soft to Monu, loud enough for Ranjith to hear.

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‎“Lalla ne advantage liya.”

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‎Ranjith understood,something did lalla.

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‎But he did not understand one thing that

‎ divya was disturbed with the kiss. Very disturbed.

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‎Not only angry or shy.

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‎Deep inside — her body wanted more.

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‎The rough beard scratch. The hard press. The cheap liquor taste. The suddenness.

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‎Her nipples hardened under blouse again. Thighs pressed together. Wetness came back between legs.

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‎She felt guilty. Hated herself.

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‎But body demanding. Craving rough touch again.

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‎She looked at Ranjith.

‎ He was looking out window. Silent.

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‎She looked at Lalla. He went back to another bogie. But looked back once. Smiled dirty.

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‎After one minute, Ranjith spoke again,

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‎“When I see him, he is looking at you. I want to know how he try you. So I did what I did.”

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‎Divya looked at her husband. Eyes big. Face red with mix of anger and shy.

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‎“What Lalla did to you? Is he touched?”

‎

‎Divya swallowed hard. Looked down at her yellow saree. Then at Ranjith face.

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‎“I don’t like your idea.”divya replied.

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‎Ranjith nodded slow. No anger on face.

‎

‎“It’s ok.”

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‎He turned to window again. Looked outside rain. Silent.

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‎After five minutes Monu pulled Divya hand.

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‎“Mummy, toilet jaana hai.”

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‎Divya stood up. Took Monu hand. Walked to bathroom at end of coach.

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‎Lalla was standing at door.

‎ Beedi in mouth. Bucket kept aside.

‎ Wet lungi sticking to legs.

‎Beard dripping rain drops. Eyes hungry when he saw Divya coming.

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‎Monu went inside bathroom. Door closed.

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‎Divya stood outside. Waiting for Monu.

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‎Lalla looked at her. Smiled dirty.

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‎“Bra colour kya hai, memsab?”

‎

‎Divya looked at his dirty body.

‎Stained shirt. Rough beard. Yellow teeth. Red eyes. Strong liquor smell even in rain air.

‎

‎She said nothing. Just stared.

‎ Face red. Shy. Angry.

‎ But body felt heat again — nipples hard under blouse, thighs pressed together.

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‎Lalla came one step close. Beedi smoke near her face.

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‎“Memsab… yellow saree mein aap bahut hot lag rahi ho. Bra bhi yellow hai kya?”

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‎Divya looked away. Towards Monu bathroom door.

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‎She said low, “Please… chaliye.”

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‎But she did not move. Stood there. Heart fast.

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‎Lalla hand slowly went up. Touched her shoulder again. Rough palm on her saree blouse strap.

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Divya pushed Lalla's hand away from her shoulder with a quick jerk. Her face was angry, eyes sharp.

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‎But Lalla didn’t back off.

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‎He roughly put his hand on her right breast and pressed hardly.

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‎His dirty palm squeezed her soft boob through the tight blouse.

‎Fingers dug in, crushing her nipple between them.

‎Pain shot through her chest.

‎Divya’s moan stopped in her throat. Her body stiffened. Breath caught.

‎

‎“Aahh…” small sound escaped, but she bit her lip hard.

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‎Exactly then, bathroom door opened with a click.

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‎Lalla removed his hand instantly. Stepped back one step. Acted normal. Like nothing happened.

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‎Divya quickly took Monu’s hand. Pulled him out. “Chalo beta, seat pe baitho.”

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‎She walked back to her seat fast. Face burning red.

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‎ Nipple throbbing under blouse. Wetness between thighs stronger now.

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‎She sat down. Legs pressed tight.

‎pallu pulled over chest.

‎But body is screaming for more.

‎She hated it. Wanted it.

‎Shame and heat fighting inside.

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‎Train stopped at small station. Few people got in-out. Rain still light. Train started again after two minutes.

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‎Lalla still standing at door.

‎ Smoking beedi. Eyes on Divya.

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‎Divya looked at Ranjith.

‎ He was reading newspaper, face hidden behind paper.

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‎She asked soft, with small smile, “What if he try me?”

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‎Ranjith lowered paper little. Looked at her. Voice careless,“In this train, what he can do?”

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‎He went back to reading.

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‎After five minutes Ranjith closed his eyes. Head is back on seat. Sleeping.

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‎After one minute Divya stood up.

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‎She walked to bathroom again.

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‎Lalla still there. Beedi in mouth. Saw her coming. Smiled dirty.

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‎Divya stopped near him. Said low, “Beedi nahi peena hai train mein.”

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‎Lalla threw beedi outside in rain. Stepped close.

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‎Hugged her tight. Arms around her waist. Pulled divya against his dirty body.

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‎“Tumhara naam kya hai beti?” he whispered in her ear. Hot breath on neck.

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‎Divya showed Monu with her eyes — far away on seat.

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‎“Woh dekhega…”

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‎But Lalla didn’t care.

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‎He chewed her lip hard. Bit lower lip. Pulled. Then sucked rough.

‎Tongue pushed inside divya mouth.

‎Liquor taste strong.

‎Beard scratched her chin red.

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‎His  hand pressed divya ass hard. Squeezed both cheeks. Fingers dug deep through saree.

‎ Pulled her hips to his hard cock.

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‎Divya moaned in his mouth. Small, helpless. “Mmm…”

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‎She said soft, “Please… uncle ji…”

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‎But her hands on his chest — not pushing hard. Just resting.

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‎She opened bathroom door slow.

‎Went inside.

‎Left door half open.

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‎Lalla saw shy smile on divya face.

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‎He stepped inside bathroom. Closed door behind him. Click sound.

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‎Train is moving slow in rain.

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After some time Ranjith woke up.

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‎Train was moving very slow. Station coming near. Announcement crackled on speaker — “Agla station…”
‎
‎Ranjith rubbed eyes. Looked at Monu sitting near window, playing with toy car.
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‎“Where is Mummy?” he asked soft.
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‎Monu pointed towards bathroom door.
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‎“She is at sink, Papa. Face wash kar rahi hai.”
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‎Ranjith looked. Divya standing at small sink out side  bathroom door.
‎Water running.
‎She was washing her face. Water drops on her cheeks.
‎Then she took small sindoor box from purse.
‎ Applied fresh red sindoor on forehead carefully. Looked in tiny mirror.
‎Fixed hair. Adjusted pallu.
‎ Looked beautiful  — yellow saree glowing, tight blouse, mangalsutra shining.
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‎Train stopped with jerk. Platform came.
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‎Three of them got down. Ranjith held Monu hand.
‎ Divya walked behind. Took auto outside station.
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‎In auto journey — bumpy road, wind coming in.
‎
‎Ranjith asked casual, “I slept… where is dirty Lalla?”
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‎Divya smiled small. Looked out window.
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‎“He went off in a station.”
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‎Ranjith nodded. Then asked again, low voice so Monu not hear.
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‎“Is he try to kiss you?”
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‎Divya turned head. Looked straight into husband eyes. Long look. Said nothing. Just silent.
‎How can she say what really happened?
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‎She looked away. No answer.
‎
‎Auto reached hotel. Small, old hotel near marriage hall. Ranjith took room. Two beds. Simple.
‎
‎Ranjith and Monu took bath first. Changed clothes.
‎ Ready for marriage hall.
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‎Divya said soft, “I will join after one hour. Thoda rest kar lungi.”
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‎Ranjith nodded. “Theek hai. Jaldi aa jaana.”
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‎They went out. Door closed.
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‎Divya alone now.
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‎She went to bathroom.
‎Removed clothes slow.
‎Yellow saree fell. Blouse opened. Bra unhooked. Panties down.
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‎Stood naked in front of mirror.
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‎Her beautiful body — fair skin glowing in tube light. Full breasts little red from rough squeezing.
‎Nipples sore, dark red, paining when she touched lightly.
‎ Ass cheeks had faint red handprints from hard slaps.
‎Between thighs — still little sticky feeling from Lalla cum.
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‎She remembered everything.

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‎ Divya slowly opened the train bathroom door and stepped inside.

‎The small space was dim, lit only by a flickering yellow bulb. Rain drummed on the roof like fingers tapping.
‎The air smelled of iron, old soap, and faint urine.
‎
‎Lalla saw her shy smile — small, guilty, inviting.
‎Her cheeks pink, eyes down, yellow saree wet at edges from rain spray.
‎He stepped in behind her. Door clicked shut. .
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‎Divya turned to him.
‎ She raised on toes. Slowly kissed his beard-dirty face.
‎Soft lips touched rough, scratchy beard. Beard hair pricked her chin like needles. She kissed his cheek, then corner of mouth.
‎Tasted stale beedi smoke, cheap liquor, salt of sweat.
‎
‎Lalla exhaled rough. His hands came up slow.
‎Caught her saree pallu. Pulled it down gently at first — then harder.
‎Saree pleats loosened. Fell around her feet in wet heap.
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‎Divya removed his shirt.
‎Buttons opened one by one. Shirt slid off his shoulders.
‎Dirty, hairy chest exposed — thick gray-black hair matted with sweat, skin rough like old leather, smell strong of body odor and train dust.
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‎Lalla looked at her.
‎Without saree — only tight blouse, petticoat.
‎Blouse stretched over full breasts.
‎ deep Cleavage.
‎
‎ Fair skin glowing in yellow light. Nipples hard points under thin cloth.
‎
‎He whispered hoarse, “Kitni sundar ho beti…”
‎
‎He hugged her tight.
‎ Pulled her close.
‎Her soft breasts crushed against his hairy chest.
‎Coarse hair scratched her tender skin. Nipples rubbed raw on rough hair.
‎Divya small gasp — “Aah…”
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‎His rough hands went to her ass. Pressed hard over petticoat. Squeezed flesh. Fingers dug in deep.
‎She felt his thick cock press against her lower belly — hot, hard, throbbing through lungi.
‎
‎Lalla touched her lips with his tongue. Wet tip traced her lower lip.
‎Divya looked into his dirty face — red eyes, yellow teeth, beard full of dust. She opened her mouth slowly.
‎
‎His tongue entered deep.
‎ Pushed inside her mouth. Tasted liquor, smoke, sour spit. Divya moaned with desire — “Mmm…” — low, needy sound.
‎
‎Her tongue met his. Tangled. Sucked his tongue gently at first — then harder.
‎
‎When Lalla hands pressed her ass even harder — squeezing, kneading, pulling cheeks apart — Divya started chewing his tongue in her mouth.
‎Teeth grazed it lightly. Sucked it deep. Kiss became wet, messy. Saliva mixed. Sound of lips smacking, tongues sliding filled small bathroom.
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‎Divya body trembled. Breasts crushed tighter on his chest. Nipples aching from friction. Wetness grew between her thighs . She moaned louder in his mouth — “Mmm… uncle ji…”
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‎Lalla growled. Kissed harder. Tongue fucked her mouth rough. his Hands squeezed ass so hard .
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‎Divya felt his cock throb against her belly. Thick.
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‎She wanted more.
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