The Tharki(Horny) Transaction: Old rich man remarries for lust- 8 Videos[part 1-done]

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Scene 5

After the shopping spree, Shanti felt loaded with bags of gold, silks, and makeup. Her finger had the new diamond ring shining, making her feel like a different woman. They got back in the Mercedes, trunk full, and the car started moving smooth towards home. But Shanti's home? No, Jagat's Haveli was pulling her now. She leaned back in the seat, the sheer kameez tight on her heavy chest from the day's heat. The small kid was back at the flat with Raj, probably needing a feed soon, but Shanti pushed that thought away, focusing on Jagat next to her.

The doors shut, sealing them in the plush leather. Everything felt private, like a secret world.
Jagat closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. The AC mixed the air, and her smell hit him hard, sweat from walking in the market, Chanel perfume, and that sweet, warm musk from her lactating body. His eyes opened quick, hunger replacing his polite face.

Jagat Singh: You smell... incredible, Shanti. Like raw, magnificent womanhood. Like honey and heavy cream.

Shanti smiled soft, feeling his hot gaze. She let her dupatta slide fully to her lap on purpose, showing her braless curves under the sheer fabric. Her body felt alive, teasing him.

Shanti: It is just the heat, Seth Ji. We walked a lot today in the market.
Jagat shifted closer, his old hand tracing her collarbone above the neckline. He felt excited, like a young man again.

Jagat Singh: No. It is not just the heat. It is you. You are driving me absolutely mad, Shanti. I have been a patient gentleman all day, but breathing you in... it makes me a very greedy man.
The smell was like a drug to him, bringing out his hidden tharki side under all that rich manners. His eyes locked on her big curves pushing against the thin fabric.

Shanti: You bought me so much today, Seth Ji. You own all my time now. You are allowed to be a little greedy.
Jagat's hand moved lower, his thumb brushing the edge of her neckline, right above her cleavage. He felt her heat.

Jagat Singh: Even ten crores is not enough for this body, Shanti. For this exact warmth. I can smell the life overflowing in you. The milk, the sweat... it is making an old man feel dangerously, foolishly young again.
Shanti gasped soft, her body reacting, nipples hardening under the fabric. She felt a rush, wrong but thrilling.

Shanti: Ah... Seth Ji... the driver is sitting right in front of us...
Jagat smiled dark, tharki fully out. He leaned into her neck, inhaling deep and aggressive.

Jagat Singh: The glass is soundproof, my queen. He cannot hear a single sigh. And he dare not look in the rear view mirror. You are mine to consume. Right here.
He pressed his nose on her neck's soft skin, breathing in the deep, motherly, sexy smell from her heavy chest. Shanti threw her head back on the seat, half acting submissive, half really thrilled by his rich, desperate lust. Her hands gripped the leather tight.

Shanti: You are very bad, Seth Ji. A true Tharki. What will you possibly do to me when we are finally locked alone in your Haveli?
Jagat groaned low, pulling back a bit, eyes full of wild desire.

Jagat Singh: I will ruin you, Shanti. I will worship every single inch of this magnificent body until you forget you ever had a husband waiting for you. That scent... I am going to drown in it every night for a year.
Shanti smiled wicked, feeling triumphant. She knew she had him hooked, not just by the contract, but by his uncontrollable want for her body. The car kept moving, but inside, the tension was thick, like something big was starting.

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Scene 6

After that hot moment in the car, the driver dropped Shanti back to her flat. She walked in quiet, her body still buzzing from Jagat's touch and smell. Raj was there with the small kid, who had eaten some mashed food but cried for her milk. She took the kid in the other room, opened her blouse to breastfeed him quick, avoiding Raj's eyes.

Days went by fast, full of tension at home. Raj barely talked, just took care of the kid. Now, it was the weekend, time for the small wedding at the Haveli. But first, the Haldi. Jagat insisted Raj come as witness, bringing the small kid. The grand courtyard was sunny, smelling of marigolds, sandalwood, and spices. Shanti sat in the middle on a fancy wooden stool, wearing just a short yellow sleeveless blouse and thin petticoat. Her heavy, milk-full breasts pushed hard against the fabric. Pandit was chanting, blessing the silver bowl of Haldi paste. In the shadows by the pillars, Raj held the sleeping small kid to his chest, his shirt wet with sweat, eyes stuck on Shanti, feeling like dying inside.

Pandit Ji: Seth Ji, the mahurat is completely auspicious now. Let the female servants come forward and apply the sacred Haldi to the bride.
Jagat sat in his big armchair, raising his hand like a king.

Jagat Singh: Stop. No servant will touch her today. Leave the bowl, Pandit Ji. And all of you women... leave this courtyard at once.
Pandit looked confused, hesitating.

Pandit Ji: But Seth Ji, it is tradition for the women...
Jagat's voice echoed loud, showing his power.

Jagat Singh: I am the tradition in this Haveli. Only I have the right to anoint my bride. Leave us.
The servants hurried away. Pandit bowed and left. Now just Jagat, Shanti, and broken Raj with the kid. Jagat got up slow, using his cane, eyes full of dirty hunger as he went to the bowl.
Shanti looked up at him, breathing shallow, knowing Raj was watching. She felt exposed, but a dark thrill too.

Shanti: Seth Ji... everyone has left. Raj is right over there. He is watching us.

Jagat Singh: Let him watch, my queen. He needs to witness the reality of his choice. He needs to understand exactly what he has traded to me.
In the shadows, Raj whispered to himself, rocking the small kid, tears burning his eyes. He felt like a nothing, emasculated fully.

Raj: I cannot look. I cannot watch him touch her. God, why is this happening? Ten crores. Remember the ten crores, Raj. Just look at the floor.
Jagat stood right in front of Shanti, positioning so he could see Raj over her head.

Jagat Singh: Look up, Raj. Look at your wife. See how the sun catches her skin.
Raj lifted his head slow, voice cracking, feeling crushed.

Raj: Yes, Seth Ji. She... she looks beautiful.
Jagat smirked wicked, feeling like a winner.

Jagat Singh: Beautiful is a small word for a queen.
Jagat put his Haldi-covered hands on Shanti’s bare shoulders, pressing firm, spreading the wet paste slow and sensual. Shanti felt his warm hands, a moan slipping out, her body reacting despite Raj watching.

Shanti: Ahh... Seth Ji... your hands are so warm. It feels... heavy.

Jagat Singh: It is the heat of a man who has finally purchased his ultimate prize, Shanti. Your flesh is so soft. So incredibly soft. It drinks the oil like it has been thirsty for years.
Shanti closed her eyes, giving in to his control, leaning back a little. She felt wanted, powerful in a twisted way.

Shanti: Yes, Seth Ji. I am yours to prepare.
Jagat dipped fingers again, scooping more Haldi. He locked eyes with Raj, voice loud enough for him.

Jagat Singh: You kept her hidden in poverty, Raj. You starved this magnificent creature of the luxury she was born to wear. Look at how her body responds to wealth.
A tear fell from Raj's eye, holding the kid tighter. He felt like a failure husband and father.

Raj: I did my best, Seth Ji. I gave her what I had. The money... the ten crores will change everything for us.

Jagat Singh: It changes nothing for you today, Raj. From today, she is mine.
Jagat brought wet hands to Shanti’s neck base. He didn't stop, sliding bold down into her deep, sweaty cleavage, rubbing the paste right on her lactating breasts swelling from the tiny blouse. Shanti gasped loud, back arching, the touch public and violating but sending heat through her.

Shanti: Ohh! Seth Ji... deeper... it is so cooling...
Jagat's breath got rough, tharki side out full as he massaged her heavy chest with the paste, eyes still on Raj.

Jagat Singh: Is this cooling, my sweet Shanti? Or does it burn? Does it burn knowing your husband is standing right there, watching another man worship the very breasts that feed his child?
Shanti panted, drunk on the cruelty and his claim. She felt bad for Raj but excited by the power.

Shanti: It burns, Seth Ji... it burns so beautifully. Paint me... paint all of me in your gold.
Raj sobbed quiet, couldn't look away from the horrible but hypnotic sight. He felt dead inside.

Raj: God forgive me. Please, let this year pass quickly. I am dead inside.
Jagat pulled hands back slow, leaving Shanti's chest, neck, arms shiny with Haldi. He wiped on a towel, smiling calm but scary at Raj.

Jagat Singh: The year has not even begun, Raj. And she already belongs to the Haveli. I have more preparations to make with my bride.
Raj look away, steps heavy, fully defeated.
Shanti opened her eyes, watching Raj's back, then looked at Jagat with a corrupted smile. She felt no pity, just thrill.

Shanti: You are a very cruel man, my Tharki Seth.
Jagat reached down, pinching her Haldi-smeared cheek soft.

Jagat Singh: Only to those who cannot afford you, my dear. Now, let me finish what I started.

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Scene 7

After the Haldi, Shanti went to a room in the Haveli to wash off the paste. Her skin felt tingly from Jagat's hands, a mix of shame and excitement running through her. She thought of the small kid with Raj in the guest quarters, probably needing a feed soon, but she pushed it away, focusing on the heavy red Kanjeevaram saree she dbangd on. The blouse was tight, her heavy lactating chest pushing against it, gold jewelry cold on her warm skin. She felt changed, not Raj's poor wife anymore, but Jagat's expensive bride. Raj sat in the cold guest room, holding the crying small kid, feeding him some mashed fruit to calm him. The ten crores felt like a curse now, crushing his chest. Evening came, time for the small wedding.

The Mandap was in the big hall, lit only by the sacred fire's flames. Just four people in the huge space. Pandit Ji chanted old Sanskrit. Jagat and Shanti sat on soft cushions. Behind them, Raj as the 'witness' to his own destruction, arms heavy with the sleeping small kid after the feed.

Pandit Ji: The fire is the ultimate witness, Seth Ji. It purifies all bonds.
Jagat stared at the fire, a dark smirk on his old face, feeling powerful.

Jagat Singh: There is another witness tonight, Pandit Ji. A man who understands the true price of this bond. Is that not right, Raj?
Raj's voice came weak from the shadows, hollow inside.

Raj: Yes, Seth Ji. I am witnessing it. Everything.
Shanti didn't look back at Raj. The firelight played on her diamond ring and gold necklace on her deep cleavage. She breathed heavy, chest moving up and down, feeling high from the setup.
Pandit kept chanting. Jagat ignored the proper distance, sliding close, pulling Shanti tight against him. His old hand went under her saree folds, resting bold on her bare waist, thumb tracing her hip slow under the silk. Shanti felt his touch like fire, a gasp coming out.

Shanti: Seth Ji... the Pandit Ji is right here...
Jagat whispered hot in her ear, his breath on her earrings.

Jagat Singh: Let him chant. My prayers are already answered, Shanti. Look at how perfectly you fit against me. You were made for this Haveli. For my hands.
Raj's tears fell quiet. He saw Jagat's hand moving on Shanti's waist. He looked for disgust on her face, but saw flushed pleasure, heavy eyes. She was enjoying it, and it broke him more.

Pandit Ji: Now, the groom must feed the bride the sacred sweet, marking his promise to provide for her every hunger.
Jagat took a piece of the syrupy sweet, not handing it, but pushing it to her lips with his fingers.

Jagat Singh: Open for me, my queen. Taste the life I am giving you.
Shanti locked eyes with him, parting lips, taking the sweet slow from his fingers. He kept his thumb there, pressing her lower lip, wiping syrup erotic slow.

Jagat Singh: Is it sweet, Shanti? Is it as sweet as the ten crores waiting for you?
Shanti closed eyes, leaning her cheek on his hand, breasts rising fast under the blouse.

Shanti: It is the sweetest thing I have ever tasted, my Tharki Seth. I am starving for everything you have to give me.
Raj shut his eyes tight, face in the small kid's body. His wife was lost, glowing under the old man's touch, eaten by greed and want. He whispered to himself.

Raj: God... just let this end. Let me disappear.
Jagat turned a bit, seeing Raj broken, smiling as he pulled Shanti tighter.

Jagat Singh: It is just the beginning, Raj. She is mine now. Body, soul, and scent.
Shanti opened eyes, glancing quick at Raj. No sorry in her look, just cold pride of selling herself for big money, eager to take it.

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Scene 8

After the sweet feeding, the syrup taste still on Shanti's lips, the hall felt even heavier. Raj rocked the small kid in the shadows, trying to keep him quiet after a quick feed from a bottle he prepared earlier. The kid was fussy but settled. Pandit raised hands, moving to the next part. The fire crackled, and Shanti felt Jagat's hand still warm on her waist, making her body hum with want.

Pandit Ji: Seth Ji, the time has come. Please rise for the pheras. The final seven rounds around the holy fire to bind your souls for this lifetime.
Jagat stood slow, leaning on his cane one hand, other reaching out strong.

Jagat Singh: Come, Shanti. Stand up. Leave the last pieces of your poverty on those cushions.
Shanti got up graceful, the heavy saree falling around her curves. She put her hand in his, chest moving heavy.

Shanti: I am standing with you, my Seth Ji. I am ready to walk.

Pandit Ji: The witness must stand as well. Raj, stand and bear witness to the pheras.
Raj pushed up, legs shaking, holding the small kid tight. Tears ran down his face, feeling like a ghost.

Raj: I am standing. I am watching it all, Seth Ji.
Jagat gripped Shanti’s hand tight, pulling her close as they started slow circles around the fire. The heat matched the thick lust in the air.

Jagat Singh: With every step, Shanti, you are walking deeper into my gold. You are walking further away from that broken man crying in the dark.
Shanti stared at the fire, smiling breathless, excited. She bumped her hips against his leg on purpose.

Shanti: I know, Seth Ji. I can feel you. I want to drown in your love and luxury.
Raj sobbed quiet, watching her body move with Jagat, the small kid warm against him but no comfort.

Raj: She doesn't even look back. Ten crores... she sold us completely. God, the way she presses against him... she loves it.
Pandit's chants got faster as they finished the seventh round. They faced each other, fire showing Jagat's old weakness and Shanti's young glow.

Pandit Ji: The pheras are complete. Now, Seth Ji, apply the sindoor. Mark her as yours forever.
Jagat dropped his cane loud on the floor. He took the red powder, eyes on fire. He looked past Shanti at crying Raj, then dragged the powder heavy through her hair parting.

Jagat Singh: You wear my color now. You wear my wealth. You are my property, Shanti.
Shanti looked up, chest heaving, fully given to the twisted pull.

Shanti: Yes, my Tharki Seth. I am completely yours.
But Jagat didn't stop there. Dropping all tradition act, he took her face in his old shaking hands. Right by the fire, with Pandit chanting, and Raj broken in front, he pulled Shanti into a deep, hungry kiss.
Raj gasped loud, knees weak, clutching the small kid.

Raj: No... please... not like this...
It wasn't a quick peck. It was long, wet, consuming, Jagat showing full ownership. He crushed her body against his, hands sliding from face to shoulders, mapping her back curves hard, pressing her heavy chest flat to his beating heart. Paid by money, fueled by hidden tharki lust, the kiss felt like the real start.

Shanti moaned loud into his mouth, not pulling away, but giving in full. She wrapped arms tight around his neck, melting, opening mouth to make it dirtier, public show of her new side.

Shanti: Mmmm... Seth Ji...
Jagat broke slow, panting, lips wet. Hands gripped her waist, staring at Raj weeping into the kid's body.

Jagat Singh: Look at her, Raj. Look at how she kisses a man who can actually afford her.
Shanti rested head on Jagat's chest, eyes half shut, flushed with heat and power. She didn't look at Raj stumbling in the back.

[xbiilove]

super super. This old man will impregnate her with his seeds and make her queen of his empire and make her forget Raj

[StoryReader1]

Pl cont

[Losliyafan]

Super hot

[Sarran Raj]

Nice one

[Sexone]

sex should super intense between new couple...update

[rangeeladesi]

Very good.

[Astroboy11]

OOOH. Hot stuff indeed. Keep up the good writing.

[chellaporukki]

very very hottt

[Joseph Rayman]

Now shanti and jagat should humiliate shanti husband to the core for selling her to jagat.

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Scene 9

After the big kiss in the hall, everything felt final. Jagat held Shanti's hand tight and started walking towards the master bedroom. Raj stood there for a second, completely numb, the small kid still sleeping heavy in his arms after the long day. He followed them down the long, fancy hallway, his feet dragging on the marble. The small kid stirred once, making a small sound, but Raj rocked him gently and kept walking. Shanti didn't look back even once.

They reached the big carved wooden doors of the master suite. Jagat gently guided Shanti inside first. He didn't even turn to look at Raj. He just pulled the heavy doors shut with a loud bang. The metallic click of the lock echoed in the empty hallway like a gunshot.

Raj's legs gave up. He slowly sank down to the cold marble floor right outside the door, back against the wall, still holding the small kid close to his chest. He was now just a listener to his own wife's suhaagraat. Every sound from inside was going to kill him slowly.

Inside the dimly lit room with everything soft and private. Shanti stood in the middle, still in her heavy red saree, breathing fast. Jagat dropped his cane near the door and looked at her from head to toe, shaking his head slowly, like he couldn't believe she was really his now.

Jagat Singh: Raj is an absolute fool. He has no idea what he has given me. He starved a queen, and now... I get to feast.
He stepped close behind her. His old body heat pressed against her back. He buried his face near her shoulder and took a deep breath, smelling her sweat, perfume, and that sweet milky scent from her chest.

Jagat Singh: You smell incredible…
Shanti's shoulders relaxed a little, but her heart was beating very fast. She felt nervous but also excited in a bad way.

Shanti: mmmm… I know you’re doing that on purpose…
Jagat wrapped his arms tight around her slim waist and pulled her back hard against him. His lower body pressed against her hips, showing how much he wanted her. He kissed the side of her neck, slow and wet.

Shanti: ahhhhh… don’t start something you can’t finish, Seth Ji…
He hugged her even tighter, proving he was still strong enough. His lips moved hungrily along her neck, hot breath on her skin.

Shanti: ohhhhh… that spot… you know that spot…
Jagat turned her around to face him. Shanti looked up with half-closed eyes, already flushed and breathing heavy.

Jagat Singh: You’re beautiful.
His shaking hands moved slowly over her clothes, feeling her waist and hips, then came up and rested fully on her heavy chest, still covered by the blouse. He didn't squeeze yet, just felt the weight and warmth.

Shanti: mmmm… you’re staring again…
Jagat kept looking at her like she was the most precious thing he ever bought. His palms stayed on her breasts, feeling them move with her breathing.

Jagat Singh: You don’t even know how stunning you look right now. This magnificent size... this shape. I want to taste you, Shanti. I want to taste the life inside you.
Shanti's breath got faster. She put her hands over his, half trying to stop him, half not.

Shanti: ohhhh… don’t talk like that… you’ll make me weak… no...
Jagat ignored her weak protest. He stepped closer, pinning her lightly, and pressed his hands firmer on her chest through the blouse, feeling her nipples get hard.

Shanti: ahhhhhhhhh… okay… okay…
Jagat started kissing her cheeks slow and teasing. Shanti's fingers went into his silver hair, holding his head.

Shanti: mmmmmmmm… stay there…
He licked her neck lightly, then kissed behind her ear, breathing hard.

Shanti: ohhhhhhh… I can’t… you’re making it worse…
Their faces came very close. Lips brushed soft at first, then they started kissing slow, tasting each other.

Shanti: mmmmmmmmmmmm…
Suddenly Shanti couldn't wait anymore. She pulled him closer hard, fingers tight in his hair. The kiss became deep, wet, and desperate.

Shanti: ahhhhhhh… ohhhhh… mmmmmm…
Jagat stopped suddenly, pulling back just a little, looking straight into her eyes with full control.

Jagat Singh: Tell me to stop.
Shanti stared at him, chest heaving fast, eyes full of pure lust.

Shanti: …don’t you dare…
Jagat groaned and kissed her again, even deeper this time, like he wanted to eat her completely.

Shanti: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… ahhhhhhhhh…
Outside the thick door, Raj heard that long "ahhhhh". He squeezed his eyes shut tight and buried his face in the small kid's blanket, breaking into pieces he knew he could never fix.

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Scene 10

After that deep, hungry kiss and with the taste of each other still on their lips, the room felt even hotter and smaller. Shanti’s breathing was heavy, her face flushed red. Outside the thick wooden door, Raj was still sitting on the cold marble floor, holding the small kid tight against his chest. The baby had woken up once and cried softly for milk, but Raj had given him some mashed banana from the bag he carried, rocking him back to sleep. Now Raj just stared at the locked door, every small sound from inside cutting him like a knife.

Inside, Only their heavy, ragged breathing filled the dimly lit master suite. Jagat pulled back just enough to look at Shanti’s heavy Kanjeevaram blouse, which was still tight on her chest. His old fingers hovered near the edge of the fabric.

Jagat Singh: Can I?
Shanti looked up at him, a little shy but her eyes also shining with greedy excitement. She felt her heart hammering.

Shanti: …mmmm… you’re my husband…
Jagat reached around her slowly and found the thick strings at the back of her blouse. He did not rush at all. He untied them very slowly, one by one. The heavy silk loosened immediately.

Shanti: ahhhhh…
Jagat gently opened the front of the blouse just a little, not touching her yet. He just looked, his eyes full of raw hunger, seeing her massive breasts held only by the lace bra now.

Jagat Singh: You’re… beautiful.
Shanti’s bare shoulders rose as she took a deep breath under his burning stare. She felt exposed but also powerful.

Shanti: ohhhhh… don’t look at me like that…
But she did not cover herself. Her hands stayed lightly on his chest. Jagat let the fabric slide open more, the bra fully visible. His fingers lightly traced her bare sides, feeling her soft skin.

Shanti: mmmmmmmm…
Jagat stepped closer, their bodies almost touching again. His fingers grazed over the lace covering her heavy breasts. He was not squeezing yet, just feeling the big curve and the heat.

Shanti: ahhhhhhhhh…
Jagat watched her face carefully, seeing every small reaction. He pressed a little firmer, still over the bra, feeling her nipples getting hard and pushing against the lace.

Shanti: ohhhhhhhhhhh…
Her breathing became fast and uneven. One hand gripped his shoulder tight, the other went deep into his silver hair.
Jagat moved behind her for a moment, holding her firm from the back while the open blouse hung loose in front. He pressed a hot kiss on her bare shoulder.

Shanti: ohhhhh… I feel shy…
He turned her gently to face him again, hands resting strong on her waist. He looked straight into her dark, wide eyes.

Jagat Singh: Tell me if you want me to stop.
Shanti was breathing very fast now, her heavy chest rising and falling, cheeks deep red.

Shanti: …don’t stop…
Jagat brought his hand up again, slow this time, and held her full lactating breasts more properly, still over the bra. His grip was firm but careful, thumb brushing over her hard nipples. He watched her face closely.

Shanti: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…
Her knees bent a little, like she couldn’t stand properly. She held him tight, her breath shaking at the end.
Jagat leaned in and kissed her deep again, slower than before, like he wanted to own every part of her.

Shanti: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… ohhhhhhh… ahhhhhhh…

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Scene 11

After that deep kiss and Jagat’s hands pressing firm on her heavy breasts over the bra, Shanti felt her whole body burning with need. Her nipples were rock hard and she was already wet between her legs. Outside the thick wooden door, Raj was still sitting on the cold marble floor, the small kid now awake and fussy in his arms. He had given the baby some mashed rice earlier, but the six-month-old was crying softly for his mother’s milk. Raj rocked him helplessly, tears running down his face, every moan coming from inside the room cutting him deeper.

The heavy wooden door acted like a cruel filter. It stopped the words but made Shanti’s breathy sounds louder for Raj.
Inside the dimly lit room, Jagat stood right in front of Shanti, his eyes fixed on the last piece of cloth hiding her chest. He leaned in slowly, old fingers touching the clasp of her lace bra.

Jagat Singh: Shall I?
Shanti hesitated for one second, her dark eyes meeting his. She felt the weight of everything that was about to happen.

Shanti: ...Mmmm... slowly...
Jagat unhooked the clasp carefully. The bra loosened. He watched her face as her breathing became deeper and shaky.

Shanti: Ahhhhhhhhh...
He gently slid the lace away, seeing her full naked breasts for the first time. Heavy, full of milk, beautiful. He didn’t speak at first. He just looked, making the wait even more painful.

Jagat Singh: You're... perfect.
Shanti’s shoulders dropped. A strange mix of relief and dirty excitement filled her.

Shanti: Ohhhhh... don’t stare so much...
She didn’t try to cover herself. Her hands stayed lightly on his chest. Jagat leaned closer, kissing just above her breast, then slowly moving lower. His lips touched the soft swell of one breast gently.

Shanti: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh...
Jagat placed a slow kiss right on the heavy curve. Shanti’s fingers immediately gripped his shoulders hard.

Shanti: Ohhhhhhhhhhh... I feel... sensitive...
He opened his mouth and took her nipple fully inside, sucking deep and strong. The warm, sweet milk flowed into his mouth.
Shanti’s eyes flew open in shock, then her whole body melted.

Shanti: Ahhhhhhhhhhh—! Ohhhhh... I didn’t expect that...

Jagat Singh: It's beautiful. You taste so sweet.
Shanti’s face turned deep red. A wave of maternal shock and strong, dirty pleasure hit her hard.

Shanti: Really? It feels... so good...
Jagat switched to the other breast, sucking with steady rhythm, hands gently holding her heavy chest. Shanti’s breathing became fast and broken.

Shanti: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Ahhhhhhhhhhh... don’t stop...

Jagat Singh: Tell me how it feels.

Shanti: Intense... warm... like we're connected. Keep going... please.
He sucked harder, swallowing again and again. Shanti’s hips moved forward on their own, pressing into him.

Shanti: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Oh god... it's too much... but don't stop...

Jagat Singh: You're incredible. You taste like heaven.
Outside the door, Raj dragged both hands down his face, silently praying to become deaf. He could hear everything.
Inside, Jagat kept going, switching sides, sucking like he could never get enough. Shanti’s moans grew longer and louder.

Shanti: I'm... I'm yours... Ahhhhhhhhh... keep sucking... harder... Ohhhhh... ahh... ahh... don't stop, please! Yes... just like that... oh god, it's amazing...
Shanti’s body shook with strong waves of pleasure.

Jagat Singh: You're everything to me.
Shanti smiled weakly, eyes glassy with pleasure. She pulled his silver head up and gave him a slow, deep kiss.

Shanti: That was... unforgettable.
Even while kissing, Jagat’s fingers stayed on her warm skin, silently promising that this was only the beginning. The Tharki Transaction had just started.

[shanka56789]

This is one of the most beautiful story I have read bro. Keep it going and we need multiple updates very soon. Hope this story keeps going and never ends at all.

Just a small suggestion - I feel let Shanti feel bit guilty inside her instead of agreeing to everything. She should do everything in the end what Seth ji asks her to do. But let her do it bit reluctantly and have that small guilt inside her.

Just a suggestion from my side. Thanks bro for this story.

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Scene 12


After that long kiss, Jagat’s hands were still on Shanti’s bare, milk-heavy breasts. He looked at her with pure hunger. Shanti’s body was already shaking with need. She wanted more. Jagat pushed her gently but firmly onto the big soft bed. Shanti fell back on the pillows, her open blouse and saree spread around her.

Jagat Singh: Tonight you become fully mine, Shanti.
He stood up, opened the knot of his silk pajama, and let it fall. His old but hard cock sprang out, thick and ready. Shanti’s eyes widened but she didn’t look away.
Outside the door, Raj heard the bed creak as Shanti fell on it. He pressed the small kid tighter to his chest. The six-month-old was half-asleep but starting to fuss again, wanting milk. Raj’s tears fell on the baby’s blanket.
Inside, Jagat climbed on the bed and pulled Shanti’s remaining clothes off in one rough tug. He came on top of her. Shanti moaned loud the moment he entered her.

Shanti: Ahhhhhhhhh… Seth Ji…
The bed started creaking loudly, steady and fast. Shanti’s moans became continuous, louder every second.

Shanti: Ahh… ahh… ohhhh… yes… ahhhhh…

Jagat Singh: You will bear my child now, Shanti… You will bear my child…
He kept saying it again and again while thrusting hard.

Jagat Singh: You will bear my child now… My seed… only my seed…
Shanti’s moans turned into almost screams. The bed was banging against the wall now.

Shanti: Ahhhhh… yes… harder… oh god… ahhhhhhhhh…
Outside, Raj heard every word. His body shook. The small kid started crying softly for milk. Raj tried to rock him but his own hands were trembling badly. He whispered to himself, “Ten crores… ten crores…” but it didn’t help. Each moan from Shanti felt like a knife in his heart.
Inside, it went on for almost twenty minutes. Jagat was sweating, breathing like an animal, still repeating the same words.

Jagat Singh: You will bear my child now… Take it all… You will bear my child…
Suddenly Jagat gave one final deep push and let out a loud, long groan.

Jagat Singh: Aaaahhhhhhhhh… take it!
Shanti felt the hot, thick liquid shoot deep inside her. Her eyes opened wide.

Shanti: Ohhhhh… it is so hot and thick… I can feel it… so much…
Jagat collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing like they had run a race. Their bodies were sweaty and stuck together. Shanti’s arms slowly went around his back, holding him.

They stayed like that, completely spent. After a few minutes, their breathing became slow and deep. Jagat kissed her forehead once, then both of them fell into heavy sleep, still joined together.

Outside, Raj heard the sudden silence after the loud final groan. He knew exactly what had just happened. He buried his face in the small kid’s blanket and cried without making any sound. The baby kept crying softly for his mother’s milk, but Raj could not move. He just sat there, broken completely, listening to the silence behind the locked door.

[Paty@123]

Excellent theme, kindly continue.

[Pattaasu Balu]

Super, after getting ten crore, Raj will kill his child born to his wife as he dont want any memory of her. He will go to another place and marry a more beautiful girl and live a happy life.