Adultery The Unbreakable Mangalsutra ( Updated March 25)

[SHAM1881]

Priya should loose her vhasity and got pregnant by rathore

[Mukul@99]

The characters are very detailed, the scenes hot and steamy, and the circumstances that lead to those scenes quite intricate. Very crafty.

[mak@289]

Iam loving this ?, Priya is tuff to crack so it wpuld be awesomw to know what happens next. No hurry ?

[bananna123]

Waiting for the next update

[Givemeextra]

Two completely different worlds.

Ambika soaked in filth, submission, and the thick, dirty scent of a man who owned her completely.

Priya sat blissful amid the soothing fragrance of jasmine, camphor, and sacred incense, utterly unknowing that soon—very soon—Rathore would come for her. 

Would the legacy of Priya's unbreakable mangalsutra stand firm …- Eager to Know. Pls Update

[bananna123]

Waiting

[mak@289]

Waiting brotherrr

[rockyy15]

Chapter 7 : Rathore’s Ruthless Flashback



Rathore leaned back and his head is on the pillow, eyes half-closed, a lazy, cruel smile playing on his lips with his legs spread. His thick, muscular body glistened with sweat. Ambika remained exactly where he wanted her, beside her lying next to him — face buried deep in his armpit, nose pressed into the damp, wiry hair, tongue rolling slowly over the salty skin, licking and tasting every drop of his raw, masculine musk. Her hands were busy between his spread thighs: one stroking his thick, veined cock with slow, obedient pumps, the other gently rolling and massaging his heavy balls.

 

He let out a low, satisfied groan before starting to speak, voice deep and unhurried.

 

“My parents died when I was twelve. Car accident. My uncle took me in — he was an assistant to an MLA, always dreaming of becoming one himself. But the poor bastard was an honest fool. No money, no power, no respect. Everyone laughed at him behind his back, called him a useless saint.”

 

Ambika’s tongue swirled slower under his arm, tasting the strong, bitter sweat as she listened.

 

Rathore continued, almost nostalgically.

 

“I was eighteen when I finally understood how the world really works. One afternoon I caught my aunt — his wife — getting fucked by the local businessman in the storeroom. Door was half-open. That bitch was moaning like a cheap slut in heat, saree hiked up to her waist, mangalsutra bouncing wildly between her big tits while she rode his cock on the dirty floor like her life depended on it.”

 

Ambika’s tongue stopped for a split second in shock.

 

Rathore’s hand came down sharply on her ass — a loud, stinging slap that made her flinch and whimper into his armpit.

 

“Keep licking, bitch. Don’t stop just because the story gets dirty.”

 

She immediately resumed, tongue swirling faster, desperate to please.

 

“That day I learned the biggest lesson of my life,” Rathore said with a low, cunning laugh. “Honesty gets you nothing but laughter and poverty. Money and power get you everything — including other men’s wives. Especially the ones who pretend to be pure ones like you.”

 

He pinched Ambika’s nipple hard, twisting it between his fingers until she moaned in pain and shame into his sweaty armpit.

 

“Later I blackmailed her. Told her I would  tell everything to uncle. She cried like a little girl, begged me on her knees. At first she tried to buy me off with money. Kept giving me whatever she could. But one day she said she had nothing left. Then she looked at me with those hungry eyes and whispered, ‘I’ll do something else for you…’”

 

Rathore’s cock twitched hard in Ambika’s hand as the memory clearly aroused him.

 

“I’ll never forget it. That bitch dropped to her knees right there in the kitchen and sucked my cock for the first time. I was in heaven. Came straight down her throat while she gagged and swallowed like a good whore. After that, the blowjobs and handjobs became regular. She used to do it whenever I demanded — even when uncle was sitting in the next room watching TV. The thrill of his wife sucking my dick while he was just a wall away… fuck, that was exciting.”

 

He slapped Ambika’s ass again — sharper this time — making her body jolt.

 

“Later she taught me everything. How to fuck a woman properly. How to make her beg for my cock. How to break her completely. I did every dirty thing to her. Fucked her in every hole, every position, even made her ride me while my uncle is in home sleeping in next room. She loved it. Used to moan in my ear, ‘Your uncle’s dick is like a dead pencil… yours feels like a hot iron rod splitting me open.’”

 

He pinched Ambika’s other nipple hard. She whimpered loudly into his armpit, her hand moving faster on his now fully hard cock.

“I never wasted time on politics like that useless uncle,” Rathore continued, his voice low and lazy, eyes still half-closed in pleasure. “That was for fools. I learned how money and power really work — real estate, underground deals, politicians in my pocket who dance like puppets when I snap my fingers. No one knows my face. No one knows my real identity. I am not a celebrity, yet I control everything. I decide most of the things that happen in this city.”

 

He let out a cunning, dark laugh that vibrated through his chest.

 

“And along the way… my favorite entertainment became this.”

 

His hand suddenly moved down, grabbing one of Ambika’s heavy breasts in one palm while the other squeezed her plump ass cheek roughly, kneading both at the same time like he owned every inch of her body.

 

“Women,” he growled, voice thick with lust and contempt. “All kinds of women. Young, old, rich, poor… but I don’t know why I enjoy married bitches like you the most.”

 

He pinched her nipple hard, twisting it between his fingers until she whimpered into his armpit.

 

“Maybe it’s because of what my aunt taught me. She was the first. Pretended to be the perfect, loyal wife in front of the world — mangalsutra shining, head bowed, cooking for uncle like a devoted wife. But behind closed doors? She was a hungry whore who rode other men’s cocks and begged for more. The contrast… that’s what gets me hard. Watching a woman who swears loyalty to one man slowly break and become my personal whore. The way they cry at first, then start moaning my name while still wearing their husband’s mangalsutra … that moment when their purity cracks and they realize they love being used… fuck, nothing beats that.”

He slapped her ass again, harder, the sound echoing.

 

“You’re not the first, and definitely not the last too . Look at you now — face buried in my sweaty armpit, tongue licking like a desperate whore , hand jerking my cock, wearing my dried cum on your mangalsutra like cheap jewelry.”

 

Ambika’s tongue never stopped. Her hand moved even faster on his throbbing shaft, shame and arousal burning through her body.

 

Rathore groaned deeply, hips lifting slightly into her grip.

 

“Fine bitch…. Enough story time.”

 

He suddenly grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head up roughly, and pushed her mouth down onto his cock.

 

“Suck,” he ordered, voice thick with lust. “Make me cum down your throat. It’s getting late.”

 

Meanwhile, in Anna Nagar…

 

The ladies sat in a warm circle around the flickering lamp, the air thick with the soothing fragrance of jasmine and camphor.

 

Priya’s voice was calm, gentle, yet filled with quiet strength as she spoke during a brief pause in the chanting.



“Loyalty is everything, akka,” she said softly, her fingers gently adjusting the mangalsutra resting against her chest.





“But loyalty doesn’t mean becoming a slave. We should never lose ourselves completely for anyone — not even our husbands. They must treat us as equals, with respect and love. Only then is a marriage truly blessed by God.”





The ladies listened, some nodding thoughtfully, others smiling with quiet admiration. 



Two worlds.

One city.

Rathore laughing at how easily a loyal wife’s mangalsutra becomes just cheap jewelry dangling between her tits while she chokes on his huge cock.

Priya still believing loyalty is a crown… standing tall among the ladies, speaking like a queen who has never tasted other men cum, motivating every woman around her to hold their heads high and protect their sacred honour.

But the story has just began… and the real king is already there, waiting for the day he rips that crown off her head, bends her over, and fucks the loyalty right out of her married soul.

[Tamilmathi]

The real truth is if you have a power and money whatever you do.
But being a common man is nothing ,
F**king daily life routine ....

Still it happening every where in the, we cannot refuse it.

Great title and great narration ....

Criminals are not born, we made for these guys....

[Tamilmathi]

Lust like a disease,
It comes one time you cannot cure it,
The medicine was unbearable,
Time,health,joy,happines ,betrayal, lie , it sucks all the things...

[Mukul@99]

Such a fantastic read. Passionately demonstrated. A story with heat and substance.

[bananna123]

Great. Waiting for a jumbo update