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Pragya will be happy in her life. Although she has no job or money, she has a man who loves her. He is old, ugly, and poor, but rich at heart. Pragya will get back up, work, and spend nights filled with love with her old husband. The marks of the old beggar's love will be all over her body, and his child will grow in her womb. Honestly, dear writer, I have never read a story of love and seduction like this. You are a great writer. Please continue this story.

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Now Pragya is safe and the best thing is that she is with her old aged husband Ranga. Now its time to make a family.

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PART 41 ( The new job and new turning points)

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The next morning, the reality of their empty pockets felt heavier than the humid air of Dirvaanga.
Sleeping naked with Pragya laying her on Ranga’s chest. Ranga is in deep thing while crashing Pragya’s hair as now he is not some drunkard who can roam freely and do as he like.

Ranga – “Jaan today I’m going to search for a new job. “With crashing gently at her navel, he kissed her forehead. Which waked Pragya who was in half sleep

Pragya – “Why rush Bhava I asked my friend for help by sending a letter, she might get some ideas, but I’m not sure. But I will look after you don’t worry”

Ranga - “But I’m your husband and its my responsibility to get at least a stable living “

Pragya – “Then I will also try to get any work if possible, we should not be a burden to this family as a free guest “

Ranga - “ I don’t like making you work as a random worker but we have no choice I guess”

Pragya and Ranga informed the couple as they are going to search for some job to make living and left to the village.

They walked through the village, a desperate pair. Ranga moved with a slight limp, his old eyes scanning every gate.

Ranga - "I am 65, Pragya," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Who will hire a man whose hands shake like dry leaves?"

Pragya - "Don't say that," Pragya replied, her 25-year-old face set in a mask of determination. "You have the wisdom they lack."

They approached the village warehouse—a massive, rusted tin building where farmers stored sacks of grain and dried chilies. The owner, a stern man with a thick Mustache, was barking orders at laborers.

Owner  ( Manchanth )- "I need a watchman," the owner said, eyeing Ranga’s frail frame. "Someone to stay awake all night to keep the rats and the thieves away. Can you stay awake, old man? Or will you sleep like a stone?"

Ranga straightened his back as much as he could. "I have lived a life of service, Sahab. I do not sleep when there is a duty. I only ask for a corner to sit and a few coins."

Munchanth grunted. "Fine. Start tonight. hundred rupees and a bag of broken rice per week. “

Ranga turned to Pragya, his eyes shining with a mix of pride and pain. He had a job, but it meant leaving her alone in the dark house with Madhav and Savitri. He was determined to work hard to move out from there.

While Ranga secured his spot, Pragya wandered the streets alone. Her beauty was a curse in this place. Men stopped their bicycles to stare at her smooth, ivory skin and her elegant gait, even in her cheap, mud-stained saree.

She asked at the small tea stall, the tailor shop, and the local college. Each time, the answer was the same: "You are too soft for this work," or "We have no place for a city girl."

By 3:00 PM, she returned to the hut, her feet blistered and her spirit broken. Savitri was sitting on the porch, sorting through a pile of dirty, yellowed clothes.

She looked at Pragya’s radiant face with a hidden flicker wickedness came into her mind. The innocent looking Savitri want Pragya to loose confident so that she could accomplish her plan she has in mind

Savitri threw a heavy, mud-caked cloth toward Pragya’s feet. "Still no work, dear  ?

Pragya sat on the dirt floor, exhausted. "No one wants to hire me, Savitri ji. They think I am too fragile."

Savitri smirked, her eyes scanning Pragya’s delicate hands. "There is one job no one wants. Why you go to that extent to get a job , you can relax here , I heard your husband got a job why worry “

Pragya – “ No I cant be a free guest as a burden Savithri ji, also I need to support my husband “

Savitri – “You are too humble and wise. But what can I do only if I had continued my laundry business till now . I would hire you as a helper and give you double salary”
 
Savithri – “ It brought in good money—more than Madhav’s milk sometimes. But my back... it gave out years ago. Now we just get by."

Pragya’s eyes lit up. She saw a flicker of hope. "Savitri Di, let me do it. I have the strength. I can take over your old customers. We need the money, and it's better than wandering the streets."

Savitri looked at Pragya’s delicate frame and ivory skin. She shook her head quickly. "No. This village is a den of wolves. They will see a beauty like you and you would be in danger. I can't let you do that."

Pragya - "We have no choice," she insisted, taking Savitri’s rough hands in hers. "Ranga is old, and my family... they aren't coming for me. Let me work. Please."

Reluctantly, Savitri agreed. "Fine. But I am coming with you to the houses. I know some very well and how they behave ."
 
After informing Savithri , Pragya walked toward the warehouse where Ranga was already sweeping the floor. Her  love flared up—a fierce, obsessive need to protect him at any cost.

That night, before Ranga left for his first shift as a watchman, they sat together in their small room. The air was thick with the scent of the cheap oil lamp.

"You are going to do laundry, Pragya?" Ranga asked, holding her hands. He saw the small scratches on her fingers. 
"The village will see you at the river like a servant. I cannot bear it."

Pragya pulled him close, her youth wrapping around his age like a vine. "Let them see. They see a washerwoman, but I see a wife who is keeping her husband safe. When you are at the warehouse tonight, remember that every shirt 

I scrub is a step closer to us being together forever."

She kissed him deeply, a desperate, hungry kiss that made Ranga’s heart race. Outside the curtain, they heard the heavy footsteps of Madhav. He was lingering, listening to the sound of their whispers, his heart pounding with envy.

The morning mist hung low over Dirvaanga as Pragya stepped out, her slender frame already straining under the weight of the empty wicker basket. Her ivory skin, usually protected by the cool shade of a clinic, felt the first bite of the relentless tropical sun.
 
They walked together, Savitri’s silver anklets clinking a warning to the neighbours. At the first house, a group of men lounged on the porch. When they saw Pragya, they began to hoot and whistle. One man tossed a bundle of dirty lungis at her feet, laughing as the dust hit her face.

"Is this your new servant, Savitri?" he mocked. "Does she come with the laundry service, or is she just for show?"
Pragya’s face burned with shame, her fingers clenching around the wicker basket. Savitri stepped forward, her eyes 
flashing. "Watch your tongue, boy! Respect is must . Pick that up and put it in the basket properly, or wash it yourself!"

The men grumbled but backed down. As they walked away, Savitri touched Pragya’s shoulder. "His name is Sarva he is one of the notorious guy in village, don’t listen to them, dear. They are just mud. Keep your head high. You’re doing this for love, and there’s no shame in that."

At the second house, a cramped mud structure with a leaking roof, an old woman named Maramma spat a glob of Gutka near Pragya’s feet. "So, Savitri is this your  little showpiece " she croaked. She dragged out a sack of heavy, grease-stained burlap. "These are from the oil mill. If there’s a single spot of grease left, I won't give you any penny. 

And don't look at me with those big city eyes—beauty doesn't scrub out oil."

Savitri – “Then wash it yourself, just give us any cloths that need laundry not a cloth that need miracle”

Maramma – “Don’t order me Savithri, ask her to come tomorrow”



At the third house, she encountered a fat dark man. "Hey, Dhoban!" he shouted, his eyes tracing the line of her throat. "My father’s lungis are in the back, but my inner-wear is right here." He tossed a damp, filthy pile of cloths directly at her face. Pragya flinched, the fabric hitting her shoulder. "I heard you married a man who can’t even stand straight," he mocked, leaning forward to catch a glimpse of her collarbone. "Why scrub for him when you could be scrubbing for us? We pay in more than just coins, sweetheart."

Savithri – “You bastard how dare you “

Pragya - “Leave it Savithri ji anyway im doing the job I need to face the consequences , I should show then I’m not a delicate flower”

Pragya - “She mister if you want your undergarments washed it will be triple the price and for tossing that on me, I will consider that a penalty of 1000 if not paid I will spread your action every house I go “

Vithrag  - “You bitch do you know who I’m. I’m Vithrag , I work in central government as a railway master, I will make sure to pay you back “ he gave 1000 to pragya then lift his undergarment from her shoulder put it in her basket and left into the house.

Savithri  - “ He is like a mad person in the village age 30 act like 15 sometime . but you got some queen energy there”

Pragya – “ Thank you Savithri ji”

By the seventh house, her arms were shaking. The basket was nearly full, and the wet weight of the basket was bruising her soft hip. An elderly man, the village blacksmith, saw her leaning against a fence to catch her breath. His eyes weren't filled with lust, but with a deep, weary pity.

"Daughter," he said softly, handing her a small copper tumbler of cold water. "This village is a graveyard for grace. 
You have the face of a queen and the hands of a child. Why are you doing this to yourself? That old man of yours... he is a lucky devil, but he is leading you to your ruin."

Savithri – “ I told her Bhaiya but she won’t listen “

Pragya drank the water, her eyes stinging. "It is my choice, Uncle, but thank you " she whispered, her voice cracking. It was the only kind word she had heard all day, and it hurt more than the insults.
 
Once the basket was overflowing, Savitri stopped at the crossroads. "I have to go to the milk booth to collect our weekly payment. The river is just behind our house, down the slope. Go start there; I’ll join you as soon as I can."

Pragya nodded and headed to the water. The river behind the hut was secluded, but not private. As she knelt on the stones, the cold water soaking into her thin saree, she felt the familiar weight of the task. She began to scrub, her breath coming in short gasps.

Suddenly, a group of young men from the village, who had been bathing upstream, drifted down. They stood in the shallow water, their eyes locked onto Pragya. The wet fabric of her saree clung to her body, making her look like a marble statue come to life.

She tried to beat a heavy bedsheet against the stone, but the weight of the water-soaked fabric was too much. It slipped from her grip, swirling into the muddy current.

"Look at the city doll!" a group of men washing their buffaloes laughed. "She handles a sheet like it’s made of glass! 
Hey, girl, let the water soak through that thin saree of yours—we want to see if the city girls are built the same as ours!"

The comments turned darker, more vulgar which Pragya secretly liked when they admired her body .

"I bet those thighs are as white as milk," one man yelled, his eyes fixed on her as her wet saree clung to her legs, 
becoming translucent in the midday glare. "Imagine that old servant Ranga trying to touch a woman like that. It’s a crime against nature!"

Pragya’s knuckles were raw, the lye in the cheap soap burning into her open sores. She was exhausted, her vision blurring from the heat, but she kept scrubbing, her love with Ranga acting as her only fuel.
 
"Hey, Dhoban!" another shouted, splashing water toward her. "Why wash those old rags? Come closer, let's see if that city skin is as soft as it looks. I’ve got a coin here if you’ll just turn around and smile for us."

Vulgar comments followed—words about her youth, her "old husband," and what they would do if they caught her alone in the tall grass. Pragya’s heart raced.mixed feeling of hate and arousal hit her mind while she slams the bedsheet against the stone—thwack, thwack—trying to drown out mixed thought out of her mind .

While Pragya suffered under the sun, back at the hut, a different kind of tension was brewing.
Madhav stood by the small, square window of the kitchen. He was jerking his cock by looking at the semi exposed body of pragya though the window .

His thick cock  was gripped tightly as he watched the sweaty navel exposed and the heavy firm boobs hanging as she bend to wash the clothes Pragya’s distant figure by the river.

His chest heaved with a heavy, rhythmic breath. To him, she was a prize—a piece of forbidden fruit that he intended to taste, regardless of Ranga’s existence.

His eyes were fixed over the exposed body of her and while her sweat drops dropped from navel line in her petticoat he exploded on the wall beneath the window.

The journey back from the river was a slow, agonizing crawl. Pragya’s body felt like it was made of lead, every muscle screaming from the unaccustomed labor. 



As she walked, the damp basket pressed against her hip, the smell of the village's laundry rising in the humid air.
Then there were the men's lungis, heavy with the scent of tobacco, dried sweat, and the musk of field labor. The aroma and the sweat smell ignited the arousal in her, the thought of their undergarment and sweaty smell where making her wet in her vagina

And the dirty petticoats of the village women’s make her think differently about her feeling towards them. They were stained with the grey soot of wood-fired kitchens and the intimate marks of women.

By the time she reached the hut, Pragya was a vision of exhausted, toxic beauty. Her face, once porcelain and perfect, was flushed a deep, feverish pink. Trails of sweat ran down her neck, disappearing into the hollow of her collarbone and disappeared in her braless blouse.

Her simple, cheap saree—soaked by the river and then partially dried by the sun—had become a treacherous second skin. It was translucent in the afternoon light, clinging to the curves of her waist and thighs in a way that left nothing to the imagination because the 50% were clearly visible.

She was panting softly, her lips parted, her hair escaping its knot in wet, dark tendrils. To any man watching, she didn't look like a worker; she looked like a prize that had been fought for and won.

She pushed open the creaking wooden door of the hut, expecting the sharp voice of Savitri. Instead, the house was deathly silent. Savitri was gone to the milk shop not returned yet, and the air inside was thick with the smell of semen and something darker.

Madhav was standing in the center of the room. He didn't move to help her with the heavy basket. He just watched her, his eyes dark and dilated, tracking the way her boobs heaved under the damp fabric.

The air in the hut was stifling, thick with the scent of his semen and the metallic tang of Madhav’s sweat. Pragya stood frozen, her breath hitching in her throat. Her body was a map of exhaustion—her shoulders throbbed from the basket, and her damp, translucent saree felt like a cold, shameful weight against her skin.

Madhav’s grip on her upper arm was like an iron vice. He saw a stray beauty with no protector.

Pragya - "Let me go, Madhav," Pragya whispered, her voice trembling not with weakness, but with the terrifying realization of her position. "Savitri will be back. Ranga will be back."

Madhav laughed, a low, guttural sound that made the hair on her neck stand up. He leaned in closer, his rough stubble grazing her temple.

"Ranga?" he mocked. "That old ghost is sitting in a warehouse three miles away. He can’t hear you. And even if he could, what is he going to do? He’s a servant, Pragya. He lives because I let him stay here. He eats because I haven't told the village panchayat that a suspicious old man and a city girl are hiding in my house."

Pragya’s heart skipped a beat. Suspicious. The word hit her like a physical blow. He didn't know she was a doctor, but he knew they were running from something.

"You think I don't see the way you look at the road?" Madhav continued, his thumb pressing harder into her soft, aching muscle. His other hand pinched her navel . pragya supressed her moan.

Madhav -  "You’re running. And in this village, I am the only thing standing between you and the people who are looking for you. One word from me to the security officer at the station, and your 'pure love' will be rotting in a cell while you're sent back to wherever you crawled out of."

Pragya looked into his dark, lust-filled eyes. She saw the trap clearly now. It was about the safety of the man she had sacrificed everything for. If she fought Madhav, he would throw Ranga to the wolves. If she screamed, she destroyed their only shelter.

Her "noble heart," already twisted by her obsessive love for Ranga, began to make a practical calculation. She thought of Ranga’s frail hands, his tearful eyes when he called her his "Jaan." She would walk into a fire to keep that star from fading.

Pragya - "What do you want, Madhav?" she asked, her voice suddenly flat, dead of all emotion. She exactly knew what he wanted and already in her arousal state which hinder her from thinking straight.

Madhav – “It seems my respect has gone but I don’t mind”

Madhav’s smirk widened. He let his gaze travel slowly, hungrily, over her sweat-slicked neck and the damp fabric clinging to her chest. He reached out his other hand, his thick fingers hovering just an inch away from her new thali Ranga had tied around her neck.

Madhav  - "I want what the river saw today," he whispered. "I want to see if the city skin tastes as sweet as it looks. You be 'kind' to me, Pragya—right now, while the house is quiet—and I’ll forget that I ever wondered why a girl like you is hiding in a hole like Dirvaanga. And will even make that bastard Ranga’s life easier ."
 
Pragya felt a wave of cold tempt and guilt wash over her,  She was already in the thought of arousal in the washing of dirty lungis and the boys' undergarments she had scrubbed all day.

She didn't pull away . Instead, she closed her eyes, her long lashes shadowing her flushed cheeks. A single tear escaped, tracing a path through the dust on her face.

Pragya - "Ranga must never know," she breathed, the words tasting like poison. "He must stay safe. He must have his job. If you touch him, if you mention this to a soul..."

Ranga - "I'm a man of my word to those who please me," Madhav growled, his hand finally closing inside her petticoat, pulling her damp, shivering body against his heavy frame.

As he dragged her toward the shadows of the inner room, Pragya didn't fight. She walked into the trap not for gold, but for the old man waiting in the warehouse, proving that her love had become a beautiful, terrifying sickness.

The tension in the hut was a physical weight, thick enough making her confused to make decision . Madhav’s hand was still clamped on Pragya’s arm, his fingers digging into her soft vagine. Pragya could feel his hot, rhythmic breath on her temple—the smell of raw milk and tobacco making her wet. Madhav was surprised to find that she didn’t wear anything underneath.
 
Pragya  - "Madhav... please," she whispered, her eyes darting toward the open door, her heart hammering like a trapped bird. "Savitri... she could be at the gate this very second. If she sees us, I can’t face her."

Madhav’s eyes flickered with a brief flash of hesitation. He was a bold man, but he feared his wife’s sharp tongue and the scandal that would ruin his standing as the village gentle man.

Pragya - "I need time," Pragya breathed, using her "noble" voice, the one that used to calm dying patients in the hospital. She looked him in the eye, her expression a mix of fear and a calculated promise.

Pragya - "I am tired, I am covered in the river’s mud. Let me breathe. Let me think. If you force me now and Savitri walks in, we both lose everything."

Madhav slowly released his grip, his chest still heaving. "Fine," he growled, his gaze lingering on the damp, translucent fabric over her heart. "But don't think your 'thinking' will change anything. I own the roof over that old man’s head. Remember that."
 
Pragya didn't wait. she rushed to the small kitchen area where Savitri had left a metal tiffin carrier. She made her pack an extra portion of thick ragi mudde and a spicy onion chutney.

Pragya clutched the warm metal container as if it were a shield. She stepped out into the evening air, the sky turning a bruised orange. Her body ached with every step, the raw skin on her knees stinging against her saree, but she pushed forward. She had to see Ranga. She was confused guilt, lust, arousal, fear .

The village warehouse stood at the edge of the fields, a hulking shadow of rusted iron and wood. As Pragya approached, she saw a small, flickering oil lamp near the heavy wooden gates.
There sat Ranga.

He looked so small against the massive building. He was wrapped in a thin, threadbare shawl, his 65-year-old frame huddled on a wooden stool. In his hand, he held a heavy bamboo staff—his only weapon against the world. When he heard the sound of her footsteps, he startled, his eyes wide with a fear that broke Pragya’s heart.

Ranga - "Pragya?" he called out, his voice cracking. "Is that you jaan?"
Pragya - "It’s me, Bhava," she said, with a happy face when she see him,  she reached the light.

She knelt at his feet, ignoring the dirt. She opened the tiffin and began to feed him with her own hands, the very hands that had spent the day scrubbing the filth of the village and had just been bruised by Madhav’s lust.

Ranga - "Why are carrying this all the way jaan, I could have eat in the morning?" Ranga asked, his rough hand shaking as he touched her tear-stained cheek. "Aren’t you tired for this long day?"



Pragya looked at him—at his grey beard, his tired eyes, and the way he looked at her with a love so pure it felt like a holy fire. She thought of Madhav’s heavy breath and the "deal" she had to make.

Pragya - "The river was just cold, bhava, I’m not that tired" she lied, her voice steadying with a resolve. "And the people are just words. As long as you are eating, as long as you have this job... I am happy. Eat, bhava. You have a long night ahead."

In the silence of the warehouse, surrounded by the smell of dried grain and the chirping of crickets, Pragya held Ranga’s hand.

Ranga – “You look beautiful in this light Jaan”

Pragya – “Aren’t you tired of looking at me “

Ranga – “How can I get bored by looking at you and your beautiful body Jaan”, saying this ranga gently insert his finger into her petticoat and find her wet pussy

Ranga - “Someone is already aroused itseems”

Pragya – “ I’m aroused just by seeing you bhava , how can I survive the nights ? “

Ranga  - “ You should not worry while I’m here” with the rice bags and vegetable’s surrounded them either side, ranga made pragya to lay down.
 
Then Ranga came up behind her and started removing her saree! Pragya lifted her hands with her lust and love filled eyes locking with his eyes. He removed her saree and blouse left her upper body naked and put his hand on her navel. Then he pulled his lungi down.

Ranga - “Those juicy boobs covered in sweat is making me go crazy, Jaan”, he said and He grabbed her breasts in his hand. He sat down there, stripped her off her petticoat, lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulders. Then he started to lick her pussy!

Pragya was on cloud nine at that moment. Then he took her to the rice bag laying her on top of it and climbed on top of her. He licked her nipples and then on her pussy. Precum was oozing through her pussy.

Then he pushed Pragya’s legs away and bent them to her knees. Slowly, he put his huge cock at the entrance of her pussy and looked at her.

 
Pragya – “ Don’t wait there and tease me , fuck me harder I can’t wait anymore”

Smilingly Ranga pushed his dick. Half of it went inside her pussy.  He mauled her body and licked her ears and He pulled and pushed again, Now the whole of his dick was inside of her. Slowly, he started moving in and out of my pussy.

Initially, Ranga was slow and gradually, he increased speed. Pragya was already in heat from the evening so she hit her orgasm within few minutues

Soon, her cum made it easy for him to move his dick in and out, the pleasure was taking her to heaven. After 20 minutes or so, Ranga suddenly stopped, came up to her face and pushed his cock on her lips.

Ranga was too horny and quite wild now, he held her hair and he pushed his cock into her mouth. Once he pulled out

Pragya – “ Easy Bhava you know that I’m not going anywere”

Ranga – “ Shut up bitch you know that I like wild fuck”

Pragya know ranga won’t listen once he started to act wild while he horny and she liked him more when he is wild. This time his thrust his cock more deep hitting her throat.

She was gagging and was feeling cheap like a whore which is making her more horny and wild. She started to massage his balls and accommodate to his movements.

After mouth-fucking for 10 minutes, he came inside her mouth. But he didn’t still take the cock out. While Pragya was suffocating and had to swallow the whole milk.

Pragya was laid down exhausted, while his hands slowly ran all over her body. Pragya was Surprised and Excited again as she knows that Ranga was not finished his course yet.

Slowly, he pressed her breasts. He mauled my navel and then he smelled body. Then he came up to her face and kissed her passionatly. He rubbed her armpit and kissed there. Pragya groaned. With a mischievous look he moved to her navel and his tongue started digging her navel button

Pragya – “Bhava, you know all my weak spot and how to please me you are the best”

Ranga - “That’s why I’m here,” he replied as he was also getting into the heat.

Then Ranga lifted her arms and pinned with his one hand . Ranga’s face lit up. It looked like he had found some treasure. He rolled her facing the rice bag and her ass facing him, took a carrot, and put it in her asshole. Pragya moaned a little bit loud.

Ranga – “ Now don’t tighten your ass bitch it will break the carrot and it may stick inside”

Then he hugged her from behind she was breathing heavily, she could feel his cock on her back. His pole was stabbing near her vagina. 

 



He crawled down and He started licking her pussy while the carrot was still stuck in her asshole.

Pragya – “ Bhava , I cant take it anymore , it is too difficult for me to keep my ass at ease when you are pleasing me 
down there have mercy tale that out’

Hearing this Ranga playfully started biting it. She was feeling both pain and pleasure. His hands were pressing her boobs like it was some sponge balls as he usally do.

With all this combined action, Pragya was on the verge cum again!. Ranga realised and tak ethe carrot out of her asshole

 But still, he didn’t stop. He continued his licking and biting. In between, he would simply press my nipples with heavy force between his fingers. And then Pragya came again heavily

She was in seventh heaven and her body started to shiver. He moved up and  kissed her on her lips, but he didn’t stop twisting his fingers in my ass. For two minutes, Pragya laid down, shivering with pleasure.

Ranga then lifted her ankles and pushed them behind. Then he brought his cock and rubbed it over her pussy. Ranga wasn’t planning to take it slow, so he just rammed his half  big cock into her pussy.

Then took it out and thrust his entire cock in one go. This time, the moaning was loud,

Pragya - “Aaaaaahhh..Bhavaaa” The whole warehouse echoed her moans.

The Ranga just got the rhythm and started penetrating her full with my fully hard dick inside her wet pussy.

As Ranga rammed his hard  dick into her, he also started going more and more upward on her body. Pragya’s legs were wrapped around his back as if she didn’t want to let go of them. She was in pleasure and the lust in her grew harder.

Ranga’s face was on her boobs and he started grabbing her hard with one hand while putting all his strength into each stroke as she moaned more. With the other boob, Ranga put his face all over it and started sucking on that lovely perky nipples.

Soon, Ranga increased the pace of his strokes. She got deeper and deeper and tasting her became more delightful.

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This went on for some time Then Ranga stopped and got up by her arms like Pragya was in some kind of yoga position while his dick was inside her pussy. They both breath for a while and then He made eye contact. He could see in her eye the horniness and wanting for more. Ranga decided to played this right, it could be much more.

Then He looked her eye to eye and told her –

Ranga – “Say it, say it, bitch otherwise, I am not going to continue.” Pragya looked puzzled after some pause.

Ranga - “I will leave right now if you don’t say what you want.”

Pragya – “What do you want me to say bhava?”

Ranga – “ beg me to fill your womb with my seed and beg me to impregnate you” Pragya was surprised by Ranga 
words. She loved him , she wants a family with him but not ready yet.

Pragya – “Bhava doesn’t play around now please fuck me already , either way my body is yours and you can do whatever you to do with your bitch’s body . now fuck me harder and don’t stop”

Ranga- “Say it , or I won’t fuck you we can stop now”, Pragya saw the determination in his eyes, she knew she can’t object his wish , however he is her husband.

Pragya – “ you itself are being like a stubborn baby and asking for a baby . impregnate me bhava now start fucking me already”

Ranga -  “Loudly and clearly?”

Pragya – “ Fuck me as much as you can and Fill my womb with your seed allday and make me pregnant soon “

Ranga - " Good girl."

Upon hearing that, Ranga increased the pace of the strokes. He grabbed her knee and wrapped it around his waist area and started moiling the Pragya’s firm mango boobs with his hands. She started looking like a fish removed from her bowl.

She was biting her lips and Ranga putting his fingers into her mouth making her sucking them.

Looking at her sucking his fingers, Ranga leaned forward while giving a strong stroke. Then He put my lips around her, grabbed her hand and showed it upward on the Rice bags.

They kissed like there was no tomorrow. Pragya was rolling her tongue around his tongue while exchanging the saliva.

In the missionary position, Ranga increased his speed to the fullest and hugged her so that he could stroke her 
better. She hugged him back as she is nearing her climax.

Pragya  “ I am cumming. I am cumming. Omg! I want to cummm.”

Pragya cummed while Ranga’s dick was fully inside her vagina. The hot juices were flowing out and he couldn’t control it and Ranga fully released his load inside Pragya’s pussy. The huge load hit inside her deep and started leaking while his dick still inside her pussy.

After cumming, Ranga just fell on the Pragya. They didn’t know what time it was or how long they had been doing this.

Ranga went limp and it stayed near Pragya’s vagina. His body was still in between her legs, her legs were wrapped around his waist. Ranga’s mouth rested on Pragya’s magical buns which he used as pillows as He put his head between her cleavage.


Then They rested for a while and Pragya was in half sleep. Later, she got up and went to the restroom. She came back and waked up Ranga .


Pragya  - “ It will get suspicious when someone find I was her all night and it will affect you job bhava so im leaving now, don’t sleep too long if some one came back early you would be in trouble.” Saying this she got dressed planted a kiss on his forehead and left the warehouse."



"Hi everyone!

I know the delayed updates might be frustrating, but I’m doing my best to write around a very busy schedule. I’ll definitely try to post as often as I can in the coming days!

If you’re enjoying the story so far, please let me know in the comments what you've liked most about the story so far. 

As always, I’m open to your suggestions—I want to know what you think from a reader's perspective!
Thanks for your ongoing support. 

I hope you enjoy this update and Pragya’s latest adventure!"

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I am enjoying this story. Pragya and Ranga are really lovely couple. But i am feeling very sad and i am angry with Madhav. How dare heinsulted Pragya ? Pragya is only for Ranga. Ranga should punch bard on Madhav face.

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Part 42 ( Ranga’s gift stretching Pragya’s butt  )

 


It was the first weekend. The salary day of ranga. Ranga stood outside the warehouse office, his weathered hands trembling as he received his first week's wages. It wasn't much but it was more than the earning of a month in the old village as Baba would have collect ¾ of his money as a debt interest.

With Ranga walked through the village market, his eyes scanning the small stalls with the focus of a fancy items and pots. He thought about giving something to his Jaan Pragya. His eyes acrefully go through the stuffs in the stalls and 
He stopped at a small glassblower's stall, where a crystal rose caught the light of the setting sun. His mind has some naughty idea

Ranga – “That crystal rose, how durable is that will it break if it is loaded with some weight”

Shopkeeper – “ It was heavy and durable , purposely made not to break as it was like a symbol of love to be gifted”

Ranga smiled mischievously, his made up his mind what should he do with it. He bought it carefully, wrapping it in a soft rag. Next, he chose a saree of deep, earth-toned cotton.

In Dirvaanga, the tradition was for women to dbang the saree directly over their bodies without a blouse, a style as only people who visit outside city wear blouse. For them the style felt raw and intimate. He smiled, imagining Pragya, the sophisticated juicy doctor, embracing the outfit will make her sexier.

Pragya was in the yard, her 25-year-old body juicy ass and the firm mangoes of hers silhouetted against the bruised purple of the late evening sky. She was hanging the last of the heavy linens. Strands of dark hair clung to her damp forehead, and a thin film of sweat made her ivory skin glow like polished marble in the twilight.

Ranga approached her, hiding the bundle behind his back. "Pragya," he called softly.

She turned, her face weary but softening instantly at the sight of him.

Pragya - "Bhava? You’re home early."

Ranga - "I have something for you," he said, revealing the saree and the delicate glass rose.

Pragya gasped, her fingers hovering over the glass petals. "Bhava... it’s beautiful. But you should have saved the money for food."

Ranga - "You are my food, jaan," Ranga whispered, his eyes moist. "I want to see you in this. The village way. No blouse, just the saree of the cloth against your skin. And this rose should be hidden in a safe place... I want it to rest against you. Let us go to the mess in the market. I want to show the world my queen."

Saying this he pointed the crystal rose ass hole and dig his finger in her asshole over her saree fabric.

Pragya blushed, a deep crimson spreading across her neck. She was shy about the daring style of the dress, she was arousing she felt for him made her nod.

Inside the hut, behind the wooden slats of the window, Madhav watched. His heart felt like it was being squeezed by a hot iron. Seeing Ranga—a man he considered a gutter being naughty with Pragya makes his blood boil.

Madhav eyes narrowing into slits of pure jealousy. Tonight. Tomorrow. Soon. I will give her an ultimatum she cannot refuse. I will show her that Ranga is a shadow, and I am the sun.

Both were in their room

Pragya – “Bhava you wait outside will be back once I get ready “

Ranga – “What are you saying Jaan, how can I leave the sight of my sweet juicy body is going to get unwrapped and exposed”

Pragya – “ Haan , like you don’t seem them before “Pragya giggled and Ranga move closer to her and  parted the saree from her navel and dug his face in. Pragya took a huge breath a moan, “Ah,” with her finger grabbing his hair.

Ranga gave a gentle kiss on her fit shaky belly. He slowly moved the kiss from the belly button to each side of her slim sexy navel. Pragya was shivering.



Ranga held her navel by the sides, dug his nose into her belly, and rubbed. She started giggling with loud smiles. He dug his tongue into her belly button and licked it for some time with heavy moanful breathing.

He then turned her around, making her sleep on her belly. He made a hight hea bun hair style to her dark hair. He moved his face with his breath grazing her bare back. He then started sucking the top end of her ears.

Then he gentle sucking slowly drenching her ears with his  saliva. He continued the sucking, travelling towards her neck and give her a small  hicky.

Pragya -  “Ahhhh”

Ranga continued eating and tasting her milky white back. His hands squeezed her firm, round ass cheeks over the cotton saree, and his lips sucked her navel. Her slim white navel, with two moles over the sides of her navel were being tasted by Ranga. Then he moved his face over her ass above the silk saree with his nose digging into the ass crack.

Ranga rubbed his face feeling all of her soft, firm ass cheeks. She increased her moaning. Ranga became horny but controlled his emotion as it was their special day and tong plan he had to do.

Ranga turned her around and pulled the saree away from her shoulder and tiny bosom. He saw two small round melons hidden inside her green blouse.

His lips caught sucking her neck with his fingers tingling and playing with her bare navel. He unhooked the blouse and removed it. Her yummy white boobs came into view since she wore no bra. He quickly grabbed those boobs with both of his hands.

He pressed them slowly, feeling the flesh. Then squeezed them hard with pleasured moans from Pragya. She closed her eyes, lifted her upper body, and enjoyed the pleasure with a high breath rate. Pragya pushed his head into her when his  lips started sucking her small pointy nipples.

Madhav could hear her moan , hearing that he started feeling his cock and started masturbating couldn’t resist it anymore.



Ranga grabbed the her Mangal sutra and pulled her towards him. The magalsutra was almost broke.
Pragya was a bit sock – “Bhava be careful, that my thali not some random chain”

Ranga smiled with a nod and his mouth hungrily continued sucking her yummy nipples. She kept talking and moaning. After eating her boobs and nipples, he grabbed her chin and started kissing her with his hands undoing the saree from her hips.

Ranga continued sucking away the saliva off her lips. His hands rubbed her juicy, shaved pussy. Soon She went wild, kissing him with her nose getting crammed with his nose. Ranga sensed a properly wet pussy, and she was horny.

She broke the kiss and said, “Fuck me Bhava, fuck me hard. I want to get fucked”

Ranga - “ Not so soon Jaan, I have planned along night till then enjoy the foreplay”

Pragya’s face become red , “ you are so mean today”

Saying this, Ranga removed all her remaining clothes.

Now Ranga  held the Crystal rose in his hand. It was transparent . Had a conical shape with a rose shape end at the side . On the other hand, there was a small handle with a metallic edge to make sure it does not break when it is fallen.

Ranga turned Pragya around and massaged her ass bums and pointed the rose to her ass crack, Pragya knows what was coming.

Pragya - “That hole is very deligant and I have never used like this one before , be gentle. You are opening a tight gate a very tight one,” Pragya whispered.

Ranga - ” As your body itself belong to me , can you trust me and let me handle your asshole from today onwards , jaan?” He asked romantically.

Pragya  smiled and nod at Ranga romantically and pressed her upper body against the table as she lay down. Only her lower body, from her waist, remained outside the table with her feet fixed on the floor. Her melons squeezed against the wooden table, and she faced forward. She widened the gap between her feet to help Ranga open her treasure hole.

She shivered when Ranga poured the oil over her ass cheeks. She had very firm, juicy, and fair ass cheeks. Then massaged the cheeks with his hand. He placed the bottle between her butt crack and squeezed it, causing the oil to flow through her crack.

He separated the cheeks and rubbed the oil around her butthole first. She was neat with zero hairs anywhere. Then he gently popped a few more drops of oil over her butthole.

Pragya - “Bhava, Put your finger in, please,” She said, winking.

Ranga was more than happy. He rubbed plenty of oil over his fingers and placed it over her butthole. Gently spreading the hole with their left hand, he guided his finger in.

Madhav was in the edge of climax when he hears Pragya asking ranga to put his finger inside her ass hole.

Madhav murmured – “ that bitch soon I will make her mine and will enjoy all her holes and make her beg me to play with them, ahh Pragya your soft bums and boobs aaahhh”

Madhav cummed hard as Pragya moaned from other side while Ranga playing with her asshole.

Pragya gasped. Her butthole tightened around his finger, but he pushed further, wiggling while pouring more oil through the opened-up butthole. He could fill her butthole with the oil in the gaps between his finger and her tight ass hole walls.

Her feeble moans grew wild which she struggles harder by suppressing her moans by closing her mouth,  as she clenched tightly on the table. Then Ranga pulled out quickly, making her gasp wildly. He looked at her hole and smiled at the work he did.



Ranga - “It’s time to stuff your hole,” He said, lathering the rose with plenty of oil.

Pragya knew it would be painful, so she clenched tightly and held her buttock straight up. Again Ranga spread her cheeks. He looked at her fabulous butthole leaking the oil he filled in it.

Ranga - “Pragya, it’s coming in,” He said, pushing the tip on the hole. It was widened with his finger, and the oil made it easy for the tip to move in. But there was a huge mass left to meet her butthole.

She groaned as he rotated the rose like a screw on her ass. Her butt rose, expanded and started engulfing the Crystal in slowly. Her body shivered with pain, her suppressed moans grew harder . Ranga pushed it further, moaning loudly, then cupped both her hands over her mouth to prevent her moans which kept growning.

Ranga stopped and slapped her ass, making her groan.

Ranga - “Jaan , I want it to stuff in deep inside you, , stay strong  ,” Ranga saying while his one hand playing with his hard cock.

Pragya - “Bhava, How far is it in,” She asked in a wild voice clasping on the edge of the table.
Pragya - “Halfway, baby,” Ranga said, rubbing the widened ass rose that was lubricated well with the oil. He slowly pushed even more.

Pragya, groaning, lifted her feet, widening her stance, her ass curved towards her waist.

Pragy - “Make me your bitch with that thing, Haan its painful but also the sensation is great bhava” She moaned

Ranga slapped her ass so hard that the sound reverberated around the closed room. She groaned in pain. His palm left a reddish-pink mark on her skin. Then he pushed the plug further, squeezing more oil over her expanding asshole. It was almost in.



Ranga pushed it hard, making it slide like a screw perfectly, but she screamed with pleasure. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth was dripping saliva. But she smiled, realizing her ass was still worthy.

The crystal rose was like it supposed to open her butthole and the edge metal was  closing her hole once fully inserted.

Ranga “You did it, my jaan,” He said, looking at the metallic handle on the place of her butthole. The hole had widened, getting in the entire crystle. Like a kid, the handle covered it perfectly with the oil draining from the sides.

He planted a kiss one right ass cheek and helped her get back. Pragya walked very slowly, naked from her waist. “It takes time to adjust to this,” She said, walking slowly with gasps and grunts with each step.

She couldn’t bend and pick up her saree she need to wear. Ranga helped her.

Then Ranga helped her dbang the saree.He kept mauling her body with his rough, calloused fingers brushed against the smooth, heated skin of her back and waist. Pragya ass was still shivering with the butt crystal, her breath hitching as he tucked the pleats.

It was uncomfortable, a hard "inconvenience" that poked her with every move, but she also loved the feeling which giving her the pleasurable sensation.

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Each episode is worth waiting for. Nevermind the delay between episodes realising that you have other things to concentrate on but amazing as usual

Super writing!!!

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Part 43 ( The special night dinner ) 







Inside their cramped room, the air grew thick and heavy. Ranga stepped behind her, his breath warm against her neck. Following the butt plug rose , he helped her dbang the saree without a blouse as he requested as per the village tradition. As the rough cotton wound around her waist, his calloused fingers brushed against her sweaty, glowing skin, creating a friction that made her breath hitch.


When he wrapped the saree around her ass he pressed the ass making the rose sent shiver throughout her body, he knelt before her.



Pragya -  "It’s so cold, Ranga," she whispered, her hands resting on his shoulders for balance. Ranga - "It will warm up against you, Jaan" he murmured, hooking the clasp. As she moved, she  let out a tickling, rhythmic moan that felt like a secret language between them.

She looked into the cracked mirror; her glamorous body, defined by the tight wrap of the orange fabric and the glinting brass, looked like a forbidden painting.

As they stepped out of the hut, the village seemed to gasp. Pragya walked with a newfound, drunken-like sway, her jaws-dropping beauty turning the dusty path into a catwalk.

The women who had mocked her at the river now stood frozen, their eyes boiling with jealousy as they saw the "washerwoman" looking like a men attracting magnet

The men from the warehouse, Ranga’s own coworkers, stopped their heavy lifting.

Stanger -  "Look at that old fox," one hissed. "Guarding grain by night and a goddess by day. It isn't fair."

Pragya - "They’re looking at us, Ranga," Pragya whispered, her gaze shy yet sparkling.

Ranga  -  "Let them look," Ranga replied, pulling her closer. "They have the dust; I have the gold." Ranga felt proud as he held her by hip.

They reached the "Dabba,". They counted their meager coins, ordering a single plate of spicy mutton and extra rotis to save money.

But the real feast was in the small bottle and the desires Ranga had hidden in his mind.

The "Dabba" was a skeletal structure of bamboo and rusted tin, tucked away from the main village road. Inside, the air was a thick, swirling soup of woodsmoke, pungent mustard oil, and the chatter of weary laborers. Ranga led Pragya to a rickety 
wooden bench in the darkest corner, where the light from a single, fly-specked yellow bulb barely reached them.

As they sat, Pragya’s skin was still tingling from the walk. The blouseless orange saree felt daringly light, and the brass hip chain was a cold, constant reminder of her husband’s touch. And the deep hidden rose sending shivers every time she walks

Ranga leaned in, his eyes darting around the room like a conspirator. He reached into his waistband and produced a small, unlabelled glass bottle filled with a clear, wicked-looking liquid.

Pragya - "Ranga!" Pragya gasped, her eyes widening. She instinctively pulled her saree higher, though it did little to cover her glowing, sweaty shoulders. "Are you mad? What If the dabba owner or villagers sees, what would they think of me!"

Ranga made her sit on the chair and sat next to her, she felt a bit inconvenience to sit straight , she adjusted to make her comfortable.  

Ranga - ", jaan," Ranga chuckled, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. He placed the bottle under the table, his fingers grazing her thigh as he did.

He then raised her saree till her knee under the table. And crashed her thighs softly.

Ranga - "The world thinks we are nothing. Tonight, let them think we are just two more shadows. We deserve a drop of fire after the week we've had."

The server, a man with a grease-stained apron, approached. Ranga ordered a single large plate of spicy mutton curry, four rotis, and a bowl of raw onions, calculating the coins in his mind.

As they waited, Ranga’s hand didn't leave her. Under the cover of the heavy wooden table, he reached out and pinched her hip softly, his thumb tracing the cold links of the brass hip chain.

Ranga - "Does it still chill you?" he whispered, his face inches from hers.

Pragya - "It’s... it’s ticklish," Pragya breathed, her face flushing a deep, intoxicating pink. "Every time I move, the rose send tickles from inside. I feel like a naughty girl, Bhava. I don't feel like a doctor anymore. I feel... owned."

Ranga - "You are owned," Ranga murmured, his fingers caressing the curve of her waist, lingering on the bare skin that the village-style dbang exposed. "By me. Only me."

Ranga’s hand on her stomach now sifted to slide his fingers inside her pantiless petticoat and grabbed her pussy lips.

Pragya Turned to look at him, and she saw the  grin on his face as his hand slid over her smooth mound and onto her gorgeous pink pussy. As soon as he touched it Pragya felt sparks of electricity shoot through her pussy and She let out a little moan which anyone did’t heard.

Ranga began rubbing his firm hand over her pussy which was soon wet. Parting her legs further Ranga kept rubbing and she shut her eyes and tried not to moan at the sensations of pleasure surging through her body.

Then he began working his finger into her slit. Grabbing the table she felt his thick finger at her pussy entrance. Teasing her, he rubbed around the edges making her whimper with anticipation then Ranga thrust his finger firmly inside her as deep as he could.

As soon as she jumps a little up and down on her chair , the moment of rose plug inside her rearhole ad the fingers inside her pussy made her  Letting out a loud gasp which made the other hut customers look round at their dine ,he then started to thrust in and out.

With her pussy now soaking and her thighs already shaking Pragya put the side of my other hand in her mouth to try and stop herself from moaning. Blood was rushing through her body and She couldn’t even see properly. Pragya pussy felt like it was burning and She knew She was close to coming.

Pragya – “ The excitement in public and the rose inside me is killing me bhava, don’t me wait, make me cum already nahhh”

Hearing this Ranga smiled and  now seemingly thrusting even faster She whimpered again with her hand still in her mouth and holding the table so tightly her hand was going numb. Pragya body began to shake and wanting to scream but knowing 

She couldn’t Pragya groaned into her hand as a mind-blowing orgasm ripped through her body.
Waves of pleasure went screaming through her and the rose inside her ass  was making her eyes rolled over. Just managing to stop herself  from falling she took her hand out of her mouth and tried to breathe. With her pussy still pulsing Ranga 
pulled his finger out then removed his hand from her petticoat when he heard footstep approaching.

Not looking at behind, Pragya tried to regain her composure though her face was sweaty and her pussy was dripping.
When the food arrived—the mutton swimming in a pool of fiery red oil—still catching breathe Pragya took charge. With the surgical precision of her former life, she tilted the liquor bottle into their water mugs, masking the sharp, alcoholic scent with the aroma of the spicy gravy.

They took their first deep gulps. The burning alcohol hit Pragya like a physical blow, followed by a rush of warmth that turned her blood into liquid gold.

Pragya - "Oh god," she whispered, her eyes dancing with a hyper-energy. She tore a piece of roti, dipped it deep into the curry, and fed it to Ranga. "It’s been so long. I forgot how the world looks when it’s a little blurry."

Ranga  - "You look sharper than ever," Ranga replied, his own head beginning to swim. He watched the way her sweaty skin reflected the dim yellow light, the way her gaze locked onto his with a fierce, almost predatory love.

As the bottle emptied, their voices grew louder, hidden only by the general din of the shack. They began to blabber, their secrets spilling out in hushed, giggling tones.

Pragya - "Do you remember the hospital?" Pragya asked, a stray tear of laughter escaping as she chewed on a spicy onion. "The medicine? The people? If they could see their 'Noble Doctor' now... drinking moonshine in a hut with a man who cleans gutters..."



Ranga- "They would be jealous," Ranga countered, his hand now boldly resting on her hip, the tiny bells of the chain tinkling as he squeezed. "Because those doctors have their status, but they don't have a goddess who washes laundry for him and craves for his cock all day."

Pragya leaned over the table, her glamorous body straining against the cotton fabric. She felt reckless, the liquor making her bold. "I don't want the hospital, Bhava. I want this. I want the spice, and the sweat, and the way you look at me like you’re going to eat me alive and the monster inside your dirty lungi."

She took another long swig of the spiked water, her vision doubling. The "Dabba" was no longer a dirty shack; it was a palace, and the man across from her was the only king she had ever chosen. They laughed until their stomachs ached, their hands entwined under the table, lost in a lust, beautiful haze of alcohol and obsession, completely unaware that the night was about to take a much more.
 
The cool night air hit them like a physical wave as they stumbled out of the dabba, but the liquor in Pragya’s blood kept her skin burning. The "hyper" energy of the arrack made her reckless; she didn't just walk, she danced along the narrow dirt path, the brass hip chain letting out a frantic, melodic tinkle that echoed through the silent trees. And the moments of rose inside her make her letting of soft moans as she walks.

Ranga gripped her waist to keep her from tumbling into the high grass. His own head was swimming, the world tilting on its axis, but the feel of Pragya’s bare, sweaty navel under his palm anchored him.

Pragya - "Ranga, look!" Pragya giggled, pointing at the moon reflecting in the black ribbon of the river. "The water is full of silver. I want to touch it."

They reached the sandy bank, the ground soft and yielding beneath their feet. Pragya collapsed onto the sand, her orange saree spreading around her like a spilled sunset. She kicked off her slippers, her toes digging into the cool sand. The alcohol had stripped away every layer of the "Masked innocent Pragya", leaving only a woman consumed by a toxic, obsessive love.

Ranga crawled toward her, his movements heavy and uncoordinated. He sat behind her, pulling her back against his chest. The chilling effect of the hip chain pressed between them, a cold metal contrast to their heated skin.

Ranga - "You're glowing, Jaan," Ranga whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "In the moonlight, your skin looks like it's made of pearls."

Pragya turned in his arms, her eyes glazed and heavy-lidded. She reached up, her smooth  arms wrapping around his neck. "I feel heavy, Ranga. Like I’m sinking into the sand, and I never want to get up."

She leaned back, pulling him down with her. The river lapped gently against the shore, a rhythmic pulse that matched the beating of their hearts. Ranga’s hands, rough and shaking, traced the line of the hip chain, his fingers tangling in the navel button.


Ranga - "Is this what you wanted?" he groaned, his face buried in the curve of her neck, inhaling the scent of sweet and sweaty Pragya and raw liquor. "To be a servant’s wife on a muddy riverbank?"

Pragya - "Bhava, I wanted to be yours," Pragya breathed, her voice a velvety slur. She pulled his face to hers, their lips meeting in a messy, desperate kiss that tasted of spice and fire. The Wetness of the sand on her skin, the chime of the bells, and the crushing weight of the man who was her entire world.

They lay there lost in a drunken and lovely romance. Pragya’s saree had loosened, the fabric slipping to reveal the sexy and juicy curves of her body. She ran her hands over Ranga’s face, blabbering about a future they both knew was a beautiful lie—about a house with white curtains and a garden where the village couldn't find them.

Pragya - "We’ll go away, Ranga," she whispered into the dark. "Somewhere where I don't have to run anymore and Afraid oof this world."

"Yes, Pragya," Ranga replied, though his voice was fading as the "dead wood" exhaustion of the liquor began to take hold. "Somewhere far."

She pulled him tightly to her. As their lips devoured each other, their embrace became more passionate. With his free hand, Ranga caressed Pragya’s hair, then trailed down her shoulder until he was kneading her firm breast through her thin cotton Saree.

The freely swinging boobs inside the saree was being played by the rough hands of Ranga.

Ranga - “I’ve wanted you since we left the house of daba,” he breathed as his kiss trailed down her neck.

Ranga’s hand left her breast just long enough to open the dbangd saree that’s covering her boobs. He pulled it open as he went, exposing her soft, creamy boobs . His mouth continued down her chest until he was kissing and licking the last  part of her breast while massaging the rest of the portion  with his hand.

Her pink nipples stood up erectly as she laid back on the couch and pulled his head to her chest, giving him complete access to her beautiful tits.

Pragya’s breasts are extremely sensitive. Ranga enthusiastically kissed and licked around her left breast, teasing her by drawing circles around the stiff nipple with his tongue until his lips closed around it. Then he moved to her right breast, doing the same thing as Pragya urged him on.


Pragya - “Yes, suck on it. Suck it hard,” she said, arching her back to push her breasts into closer contact with his mouth.

As he sucked on each breast, Ranga rubbed the nipple on her other breast between his fingers.  Pragya squirming with pleasure, moving her hands over Ranga’s body as he moved back and forth between her breasts, kissing and licking and sucking the tender white flesh until they glistened wetly with his saliva and her nipples were hard and red.

After a few minutes, she began groping between Ranga’s legs.

Pragya - “I want to touch you now,” she breathed into his ear as she pushed him back on the sand.

She leaned over and kissed him hard on the mouth as her hands caressed his chest, opening buttons on his shirt and slipping inside to rub the bare flesh. Then she dipped to rub the bulge showing plainly in the front of his Lungi.

Pragya - “Take it out. I want to see it,” she demanded, sitting back as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard, thick cock.

He pumped it a few times, then her hand replaced his and she began stroking him slowly.
Pragya - “ I too wanted this cock since it left my pussy” she said, wrapping both hands around the shaft and jerking it up and down. “I can’t wait to feel it inside me.”

Ranga moaned as she jerked him off, thrusting his hips upward to speed up the tempo of Pragya’s caress. After a few moments, she leaned over to lick the head.

Ranga - “Oh, yes. Put it in your mouth,” he groaned.

Pragya - “Not yet. “

Her large breasts bouncing slightly on her chest as she pulled him closer and started kissing him, Ranga put his arms around her and began rubbing up and down her slender body. Sliding his hands down to her ass, he grabbed her firm cheeks roughly and played with the tip of the rose poking out of her ass.



Then He pulled her tightly to him as he ground his cock into the soft fur of her pussy.
Without breaking their intimate embrace, Pragya backed toward the sand and pulled Ranga down with her. As they lay beside one another, their caresses became more frantic and they ground their bodies even more tightly together. Ranga lifted his right knee into Pragya’s crotch and she slowly began to rub her pussy against him.

After a few moments, his hand reached down to replace his knee. Ranga’s  fingers began to play between Pragya’s legs, sliding through her soft brown pubic hair and massaging her pussy until his middle finger slid into her hot, moist hole.

Pragya moaned and her legs involuntarily parted further to allow him even greater access to her cunt. He began probing her cunt deeply with his finger while using his thumb to massage her clit. Pragya’s body began to respond as if she was trying to capture his invading finger deep inside her. Pragya’s pussy getting wetter as Ranga leaned over to suck one of her nipples into his mouth.

Ranga slid a second finger into Pragya’s glistening cunt and she wantonly spread her legs wide apart, moaning and rolling her hips in a fucking motion as his fingers sawed in and out of her. Occasionally he would pull his wet fingers out of her furry hole and rub them rapidly over her clit, bringing tiny gasps from Pragya’s lips.

Then Ranga started using his fingers like a piston, hammering faster and faster into her silky wetness.

Pragya - “That’s it, baby. Do it just like that. You’re getting me so hot. You’re going to make me come,” she cried, her hips rising completely off the sand as Ranga’s fingers squished in and out of her gaping pussy.

As she strained toward his probing fingers, Pragya get that familiar look on her face. Her stomach muscles began to tighten and her head raised off the ground. She reached down to pull his fingers as deeply as she could get them inside her. Her hips bucking uncontrollably, she groaned loudly as her orgasm washed over her.

Pragya lay there a moment catching her breath. When Ranga finally pulled his fingers out of her, Pragya’s cunt lips were red and swollen and his fingers were covered with her sweet juices. He licked them clean as Pragya recovered.

Pragya - “Jaan, that was so good,” she said, raising herself to a sitting position. “Now I want to taste that big cock of yours.”

Pushing Ranga onto his back, Pragya reached down and grasped his cock with one hand and his balls in the other. She pumped the stiff rod up and down in her fist as she cradled his balls. After a few moments of jerking him off, Pragya lay down on her stomach with her head leaning over his belly and his big cock pointed directly at her face.

Pragya’s tongue snaked out, licking around the engorged head of Ranga’s cock as he pushed his hips upwards, trying to drive the fleshy shaft into her pretty mouth. Pragya pulled her head back, taking just the head between her soft lips as she slowly continued to jerk the shaft up and down in her hand.

Pragya - “Bhava, you raw taste is making me addicted to you,” Pragya said, turning her head to look into Ranga’s glazed eyes as she continued to pump his dick.

Pragya -  “Do you like it when I suck it?”

Ranga - “Yes, bitch suck on it,” he commanded .

Pragya - “Do you want to come in my mouth?” She asked, bending over to lick up and down the shaft of his dick as if it were a thick lollypop.

Ranga  - “Yes, bitch , make me come already ,” he groaned.

Pragya moaned as she slowly took his cock between her lips. Holding him upright in her fist, she bobbed her head up and down until his cock was slippery with her saliva,  Ranga was in for one of Pragya’s famous sloppy, wet blowjobs as she dribbled spit over his dick and started pumping it loosely in her fist.

As he began fucking upward into her saliva- lubricated hand, she put the head of his cock in her mouth and began to suck hard. Occasionally she plunged her mouth all the way down the shaft of his cock until her lips brushed against his pubic hair.

Pragya’s pretty face being penetrated over and over again by Ranga’s rock-hard cock, her cheeks hollow and her pink lips wrapped tightly around him as she eagerly pumped and twisted the slick shaft with her hand. As he grew more and more excited, Ranga reached down and grabbed her head in both hands, entwining his fingers in her soft brown hair and fucking her mouth faster and deeper.

 His ass humped upwards as he roughly plunged his throbbing cock relentlessly through my wife’s fist and into her lewdly open mouth. She kept up with every thrust, looking into his eyes and welcoming his assault as he approached his orgasm.

Ranga - “I’m going to come,” he shouted.



Instead of pulling away, Pragya kept the head of his cock in her mouth and milked him with her hand as he came. I could see her sucking hard on the end of his dick and swallowing as quickly as she could as his hot semen spurted into her mouth, but apparently there was too much for her to handle.

 She choked briefly as he drove his spasming member deeply down her throat and a thick glob of white come trickled down her chin and onto her hand. She scooped it up and rubbed it all over his cock, continuing to suck on him as his climax abated.

Pragya  - “AHH, I love your raw milk and the mixed ditty smell,” she told him when she finally removed his cock from her mouth. It was covered with a slick mixture of his come and her saliva, and she licked it up and down until it was clean.

Ranga pulled her up to lie next to him and they kissed, his tongue burrowing into her sensuous mouth where his dick had been just moments before. Pragya continued to massage his still-erect cock.

Pragya - “I want you to fuck me with this big dick,” she  hissed. “I want to feel it all the way inside me.”

She swung one leg over Ranga’s body so she was suspended over him on her knees and elbows. Her long hair fell down across both their faces and her breasts hung heavily from her slender body as she reached between her legs to hold his cock upright.

With her legs spread wide, I could see her pussy juices flowing freely as she rubbed the bulbous head of his dick up and down her gaping pink slit. Her cunt lips were peeled wide open and she massaged her clit with his cock, getting both of them more excited by the second.



Finally neither of them could take the suspense any longer. She slid her wet pussy slowly down his cock as he thrust upward. Her pussy stretched to swallow him inch by inch until he was buried all the way inside my wife’s hot cunt.

Pragya squirmed as she adjusted to the size of the cock lodged deeply inside her beautiful young body. Then she slowly began to move her hips, grinding her clit on the fleshy pole. After a few moments, she sat upright and reached one hand behind her to massage his balls. Ranga reached up and began squeezing her breasts in his hands and Pragya started talking dirty to him as she slid her wet cunt up and down his thick shaft.

Pragya - “Oh, Bhava, your dick feels so good inside me. It’s so big and hard. You make my pussy feel so good. I want to come all over your dick,” she chanted as she bounced on Ranga’s dick.

Ranga started fucking her harder and Pragya fell forward on her hands. As he thrust his pole into her tight pussy, she flung herself back so she could take all of him inside her on each stroke. Each time he pulled out, I could see his organ coated with a slick layer of Pragya’s pussy juice.

The blowjob Ranga had received apparently allowed him to hold off his orgasm and he pummeled my wife’s sweet pussy over and over again, making her squeal in obvious delight.

Suddenly he flipped her over on her back. His dick popped out and Pragya reached down desperately to grab the slick shaft and stuff it back inside her steaming hole. Her beautiful breasts rolled back and forth on her chest like waves on the ocean as Ranga fucked her with long strokes, pulling his cock almost all the way out before driving it back into her again.

Pragya reached down into the soft fleshy skin between her legs and began rapidly diddling her clit with her fingers as Ranga fucked her, his balls slapping against her ass and hitting her butt plugg making her more excited on each stroke. It didn’t take long for both of them to go over the edge.

Pragya wrapped her legs around Ranga’s back and pulled him to her as tightly as she could. She thrust her hips upwards, allowing him to drive his erupting dick over and over into her spasming cunt.

 He bellowed like a bull as he came, violently slamming his cock into her while he spilled his seed deeply into her belly. 
Pragya’s breath was coming in short gasps and she ground her pussy against him as her orgasm washed over her.

Ranga eventually collapsed on top of her and Pragya clung tightly to him as they told each other how much they had enjoyed their lovemaking. After a few moments, Ranga rolled off her and lay on his back, his large erection of a few moments before shriveling back to normal size. Pragya’s legs remained wide apart as she returned to earth, and  Ranga’s semen dribbling out of her red, swollen cunt.

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Can we expect an update this week??

Sorry for the late reply bro, Thank you for your continuous support for the story from the start. Please do read the latest part and give your honest feedback. TQ

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Hi, 

Huge thanks to my regulars and new readers for being so patient! My schedule has been pretty wild lately, which has slowed down my posting a bit.

But don't worry—the story isn't stopping anytime soon! I’m still typing away whenever I can. I’d love to hear what you guys are liking (or what you want to see happen next) in the comments. Your feedback seriously keeps me motivated!

Hope you liked the latest part , feel free to suggest your opinions

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PART 44 ( Madhav successful first step)



 
By the time they rose to head back, they were barely functional. Ranga had to practically carry her; her body dbangd over him like a broken doll. The hip chain let out a final, exhausted tinkle as they reached the hut.

They managed to crawl onto their thin sheet, collapsing into a deep, oblivious slumber, limbs tangled and minds blacked out. They didn't hear the floorboards creak. They didn't see the shadow that detached itself from the wall.

Madhav stood over them, his eyes wide and dark. He watched the way Pragya’s chest rose and fell, the brass chain glinting in the sliver of moonlight. His perverted gaze travelled over her messy hair and the flush on her cheeks. He lingered there, a silent witness to their vulnerability.

Careful not to make a sound, Madhav pulled his meat from his Lungi and began to stroke himself. Even if He made a noise he afraid she was unlikely to wake up.

He gathered courage and stepped toward Pragya, cock in hand, stroking. She was on her back now, only thing covering her body was the saree, partially covering her firm tits. Madhav reached down and took great care lifting her top up so He could look at her big tits.

Madhav took a knee next to the bed and started licked her finger and thumb slowly and cautiously not waking her up. His eyes studied her face for any sign of disturbance as He began to softly tease her nipples, first one, then the other.

She was deep in sleep, her eyes fluttering back and forth. Leaning forward, Madhav covered one-pointed nipple with his warm mouth. Gently, He began to nurse on juicy Pragya.

It wasn’t long before she was whimpering softly in her sleep. She was fully drunk and her body needy for her the touch and she didn’t even know it. Madhav sucked on Pragya and pumped his cock, imagining what it would be like to slide inside her tight slimy pussy.

Not too long , Madhav could feel the pressure building from down below, the sexy body of Pragya urged his cock with excitement. He releases with his eyes rolled back on her heavy breasts and made a heavy mess over her breast. With a happy face Madhav stood up and grunted quietly as He glazed her tits with his cum, rope after rope.

When Madhav was done emptying my balls on my Pragya, He looked up and made sure she was still unconscious. She was still so far away, lost in dreams as the middle aged pervert used her body and succeeded his first step towards her.

He pulled her saree up and watched in delight as the cotton soaked up his. He kissed her navel and then her lips.

Madhav - “Goodnight, Sleeping Beauty, I will soon taste your other lips”

As Madhav leaves, stepping towards the door, he sees Savithri with a grin on her face. 




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PART – 45 (The breaking of Pragya’s Mask) 


Savithri was an old soul, her body weakened by years of hard work in the village sun, but her heart’s love to Madhav is unconditional. She loved her husband with an unconditional, almost desperate devotion. Even though she loved her husband, she knew what Madhav wanted. She had seen him looking at Pragya’s overwhelming beauty for these days, and she couldn't deny him anything. To her, Madhav’s happiness was the only thing that mattered, even if it meant to give him what he truly desire.

She grinned at him, her eyes wrinkling at the corners. "Don't look so scared, Madhav," she whispered. "I have already made the plan."
 
The next morning, Pragya woke up feeling heavy and confused. As she moved, she felt her thin cotton saree sticking to her skin. She looked down and saw the dried white stains of Madhav’s cum across her chest and navel. Her head throbbed, a hazy memory of the liquor dancing in her mind. She blushed, thinking it was Ranga’s playful doing in the middle of the night.

Pragya - "Bhava... you are so naughty," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. Her face looked radiant in the morning light, her lips slightly swollen and her eyes sleepy.

Ranga woke up with a wide smile, seeing his beautiful wife. "Pragya, lay down for a moment," he said softly. He reached for her waist, his rough hands gentle. "I need to take back the glass rose. It’s my first gift to you, and I to treasure it with your scent. I will keep it safe in this box."



Pragya giggled and laid with her tits facing ground, her midriff fully exposed as Ranga carefully unfastened the hip chain and started removing the petticoat. Her panty less ass came in display of Ranga. He playfully circled her asshole while making her ass cheeks wide apart.  

Pragya moaned lightly as he started playing with her ass, And then gently Ranga took the glass rose from her asshole.

Pragya – “Bhava …,, that’s really feeling bad for letting it go. I love to be played with your kinkiness”

Ranga – “ Jaan. I Have ton’s of ideas in my head, we can explore more “
He placed it in a small wooden box like a treasure. "There. Now it’s safe."

As they stepped out to get ready for the day, Savithri was already waiting near the stove. She looked frail but had a sharp glint in her eyes.

Savithri - "Ranga, listen to me," Savithri started, stirring a pot of tea. "The main warehouse in the town is overflowing this season. They are terrified of thieves. They need a strong man to guard it for seven days, and they are paying double the usual salary."

Ranga’s eyes lit up. They had been struggling for money lately. "Double salary? Savithri Amma, that would change everything for us!"

Pragya felt a knot in her stomach. She looked at Madhav, who was standing by the tree, his firm gaze already locked onto her. She knew the danger of being near him. "Ranga, maybe it's not a good idea... I'll be alone."

Savithri - "Don't worry, child," Savithri said, patting Pragya’s hand. "I am here. And the village will provide all the food for the guards. You won't have to lift a finger."

Ranga was convinced. "Please, Savithri Amma, tell the boss I will do it! I’ll go pack right now."
 
While Ranga scrambled to pack his few clothes, Savithri helped Pragya organize his bag. As she reached into a side pocket, her fingers brushed against a bundle of dried, greyish leaves—the arousal herbs Pragya used for her back in her village. She can’t left them completely there. Even here she is struggling with herself for not having it.

Pragya’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly snatched them away and hid them in her saree fold, her face turning a deep crimson. She just smiled a knowing, crooked smile. Deep down, Savithri knew Pragya wasn't as innocent as she looked. Behind that beautiful, shy face was a wild personality waiting to be let loose.

When Savithri looked at the window with a satisfied smile, Madhav was there with the happiest look on his face.

"Seven days will pass in a blink, my love," Ranga said, grabbing his bag. He pulled Pragya into his arms, his rough hands pressing against her back. He kissed her passionately on the lips, a long, deep goodbye that left her breathless.

Savithri winked at Madhav. "Go on, Ranga. I'll walk with you to the village elder to give the recommendation."
As Ranga and Savithri walked away, the sounds of the village faded. The courtyard became silent.
 
Madhav slowly walked toward the corner where Pragya stood. She was leaning against the mud wall, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her blouse less saree had slipped slightly, showing the curve of her tits and the soft flush on her cheeks.

"He is gone, Pragya," Madhav said, his voice low and vibrating. He stepped into her personal space, his shadow falling over her.

"Madhav... please, let me go inside," she whispered, her gaze darting everywhere but his eyes.

"The cum on you this morning... you thought it was him, didn't you?" Madhav reached out, his thumb grazing the edge of her saree at her waist. "But we both know the truth. You like the thrill, Pragya. I can see it in the way you hide those herbs. 

And I’m sure that you are not the innocent girl you are acting here, I’m damn sure that you had a numerous adventure and the dirty slut is hiding between your mask face."

He leaned in until his breath was hot against her ear. "For the next seven days, there is no Ranga. No one to protect you. Just me, you, and the secrets you keep. So, are you going to keep fighting me, or are you going to show me who you really are?"

Pragya felt her knees go weak. She looked up at him, her shy mask finally starting to crack under his intense, predatory gaze. Madhav knew he had won.

Madhav stood so close that the smell of his tobacco-stained breath mixed with the scent of the drying cum on Pragya’s skin. He looked at her with a smirk, thinking she was a slut who liked banging to the core who can’t resist a good cock.

Back then, when she was just a village doctor, her life was a mess of empty rooms and dark secrets. She had been weak in will-power, letting the peon and others lead her into wild adventures fuelled by her drug habit. Which turn her personality completely just within few months.



But Madhav didn't realize that the Pragya standing before him now wasn't that same empty vessel. Now, she had Ranga—a husband who filled her heart with care and her body with satisfaction (She believed) . Even though her legs were shaking from the sudden tension, she planted her feet firmly on the mud floor. She didn't look away.

Pragya - "You think I am still that girl, Madhav?" Pragya’s voice was low, but steady. "I have a man who loves me now. I don't need your games.", she unknowingly left her past self a little, which confirm Madhav’s doubt.

Madhav – “ So you are a naughty slut back then ?”

Madhav laughed, a dry, raspy sound. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pinch of the same arousal herbs Savithri had found in her bag earlier.

Madhav - "Don't talk about love to me, Pragya. A woman who loves her husband doesn't keep a stash of this hidden in her saree."

He stepped even closer, his eyes locking onto hers. "You say you are strong? Fine. Let’s make a bet. Since you love him so much, take your herbs tonight and for the seven days. Take them and stay true to your 'pure' mask. If you can use the drug and still stay the loyal wife without letting your wild side out for me to see... then I will never bother you again. I will walk away and let you and Ranga live in peace."

Pragya looked at the herbs in his hand. Her heart hammered against her ribs. The drug always made her awaken her needs and the innocent Pragya melt away; it turned her into someone else—the wild version of herself that Savithri and Madhav suspected was hiding underneath.

Pragya - "And if I lose?" she whispered. She knows there is no need to prove it, but the wild idea and the chance of having that herb again played with her mind.

Madhav - "Then you stop pretending," Madhav grinned. "You accept that you are a true slut, not a acting simple drama housewife in the sunlight with a old bastard like Ranga."

Pragya took a deep breath. Her beauty was radiant even in her fear, her cheeks flushed a deep red. She reached out and snatched the herbs from his palm.

Pragya - "Fine, Madhav ji. I accept. Tonight, I will take it. And the rest of seven days, and then you will leave us alone forever."

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the village sky in bruised purples and deep oranges. Inside the small hut, Pragya sat alone on the floor mat. She looked at the small pile of her herbs she had, her heart racing. She remembered her the love of  Ranga, the way he loved her, but the bet was the only way to get Madhav to leave them alone forever.

Earlier, Savithri had come by with a bowl of thick dal and rice. "Eat, child," the old woman had said with a sweet, thin smile that didn't reach her eyes. "You need your strength while Ranga is away." Savithri had secretly ground a much more potent herbs  into the food—something much stronger than what Pragya was used to.

As Pragya finished the meal and took the herbs, the effect was almost instant.
The walls of the hut started to sway like trees in a storm. Her skin felt electric, every small breeze from the open door felt like a touch. The flush on her cheeks deepened into a arousal in her vagina, and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead and neck. Her breathing became heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly under her blouse less saree.

Pragya - "Bhava..." she whispered, her voice sounding strange to her own ears. "I have to stay... stay strong for you."

Suddenly, a shadow fell across the floor. Madhav was there, leaning against the doorframe, watching her with that same predatory look.

Savithri - "The dinner was good, wasn't it?" Madhav asked, his voice low and raspy.

Pragya tried to stand, but her legs were like jelly. She collapsed back onto the mat, her saree slipping further, exposing her midriff and knee. "What did you... what is happening?"

Madhav walked into the room, the kerosene lamp casting long, dancing shadows behind him. He knelt down near her, close enough that she could feel the heat from his body.

Madhav - "I knows you better than you know yourself, Pragya," Madhav said. He reached out, his hand hovering just inches from her skin. "Look at you. You are burning up. Why fight it? Ranga is miles away in a cold warehouse. He can't give you the fire you need right now."

Pragya squeezed her eyes shut, trying to picture the reality but the reality hit harder, she was a cage bird before coming to Ranga village, there her adventure shows what she really needed, but in the name of love she locked herself in the cage again. She was struggling  

Pragya - "No... I love him. I am not... I am not that girl anymore."

Madhav laughed softly. "Your lips say no, but your body is screaming something else. You used to love your slutty side, remember? I know that even if you don’t admit... it’s all still inside you, hiding under that shy mask."

He took a lock of her messy hair and tucked it behind her ear. Pragya shivered, her mind fighting a losing battle against the drug. The physical urges were becoming a roar in her ears, making her want to reach out and stop the emptiness.

Madhav looked at her—her eyes were glazed, her lips parted, and her body was trembling with a wild energy she was barely controlling. He knew he could take her right then, but he saw the way she was still gripping the edge of her mat, trying to hold onto her dignity.

He pulled his hand back and stood up.

Madhav  "You are fighting well, I'll give you that," Madhav said, looking down at her vulnerable form. "But the night is young, and your herbs  has only just started working."

Pragya looked up at him, her gaze hazy. "Leave... go away..."

Madhav walked toward the door, stopping to look back one last time. "I am leaving for now, Pragya. I am a patient man. 
There is no fun in plucking a fruit while it is still sour. I will give it time to ripen. By midnight, that mask of yours will be completely gone, and you will be the one calling for me."

He stepped out into the dark night, leaving Pragya alone in the flickering lamplight, her mind spinning into a deep, drug-filled abyss as she fought to remember the man she loved.

As the door clicked shut behind Madhav, the silence of the hut became deafening. Pragya was left alone with her racing heart and the fire in her veins. She tried to crawl toward the water pot, thinking the cold water might clear her head, but her coordination was gone. Every time her skin brushed against the rough mat, it felt like a jolt of lightning.

Outside, Savithri was sitting on the porch, staring at the moon. She heard the soft moans of struggle coming from inside. She didn't feel bad. In her mind, she was giving her husband a gift, and she was "freeing" Pragya from a boring life.

"Poor girl," Savithri whispered to herself. "She thinks love is enough to fight the blood. But the herb doesn't lie. Show your true self and set free"
 
Inside, Pragya’s mind was a battlefield. One side saw Ranga’s face—his gentle smile. The other side was a naughty, swirling whirlpool of memories from her past—the hidden clinic rooms, her dirty sex, and the way her body used to crave in  the danger.

Pragya - "Ranga... I am... I am your wife," she gasped, her fingers digging into the mud floor. Her top bun hairstyle had come loose, and her long hair was now a messy tangle around her sweaty, flushed face.

 

(The hallucination) Suddenly, the door opened again. It wasn't Madhav this time. It was Gurkha from the old village.
Gurkha walked in slowly, her physical weakness hidden by the sharp, knowing look in her eyes. he knelt beside Pragya and began to stroke her hair.

Gurkha - "Why do you fight so hard, Pragya? Look at you. You are beautiful, and you are wasting it on a man who only sees you as a cook and a helper."

Pragya - "No... he loves me," Pragya choked out.

Gurkha - "He loves the mask," Savithri hissed, her voice turning cold. "But we love the true Pragya. Your body needs more than you thought,  Tonight, the mask is melting, Pragya. Don't you feel it? The way your skin is begging to be touched?"

Gurkha leaned in closer, whispering into Pragya’s ear. “See I’m all the way near you and the cock digged deep in you is just near you, why are you resisting so hard. “

Pragya looked up at Gurkha, her eyes glazed and wild. The drug was winning. Her memory of Ranga was fading into a hazy, distant dream, replaced by the overwhelming physical sensations. Her past encounters

Gurkha stood up his cock hung in front of her eyes,

Gurkha - "The fruit is ready for you" with his voice thick with anticipation.”
 
Pragya woke with a pounding head and skin that felt too tight for her body. It was morning already; she cursed her thoughts and got up and wash her face and slapped her head to think straight.

She tried to sweep, but the rhythm of the broom felt like a heartbeat. She stopped, leaning against a wooden pole, her sweaty skin pressing against the cool wood, her head spinning.
 
She then managed to do her daily chores, the its about 12 o clock. She had to finish the laundry at the village pond. As she walked, her blouseless village saree clung to her damp skin, the thin fabric tracing the deep curve of her waist and her fully exposed, golden midriff. Every step she took made the heavy silver anklets chime, drawing eyes she didn't want.

At the pond, the village "Double-Head," a notorious lecher named Bhaskar, was lounging under a peepal tree. His eyes nearly popped out seeing Pragya’s flush-red cheeks and the way her saree dipped low over her hips.

Basker - "Arre, Bhabhi  !" Bhaskar called out, his voice oily. "Ranga has left such a treasure alone? If I were him, I would never step out of the hut."

Pragya ignored him, her knees still a bit weak as she bent down to scrub the clothes. The movement caused her saree to slide, revealing the smooth, sweaty expanse of her back and the dip of her navel.

Basker - "Don't be so proud," Bhaskar hissed, stepping closer. "In this village, a woman alone is like an open sweet box. Let me help you carry these heavy sheets."

Pragya - "Keep your help for your own house, Bhaskar," Pragya snapped, her eyes flashing with a spark of her old wildness. "I am Ranga’s wife. Don't forget that."

She gathered the wet laundry, her naughty thoughts popping again in her mind and the lingering effects of the herbs, and hurried back, feeling his filthy gaze burning into her back the whole way.

She then started prepare the lunch with Savithri While cleaning pots, she felt a sudden rush of heat. She splashed water on her exposed midriff, watching the droplets disappear into her navel, her mind wandering to a man’s touch—and then, confusingly, to Madhav’s gaze. Savithri was noticing silently knowing that her plan is working.

By lunchtime, Pragya was exhausted. Savithri was waiting with a steaming plate of rice and fish curry.

Pragya - "Eat, my daughter," Savithri said, her voice dripping with fake honey. "I have just received word. My sister in the next village is very ill. I must go for two days."

Pragya felt a cold shiver. "Two days? But Savithri Amma, I will be all alone here."

"Madhav is nearby if there is trouble," Savithri lied, her pure-hearted mask firmly in place.

As Pragya ate, she didn't realize Savithri had doubled the dose of the arousal  herbs in the curry. Pragya, wanting to prove her strength for the bet, also took her usual small dose of the herb openly, thinking she was in control.

Savithri tied her bundle and left with a grin, leaving the door wide open for the night to come.

She went to fold Ranga’s clothes, but his scent triggered a wave of longing that the herbs twisted into a raw, physical ache. She collapsed on the mat, her saree messy and slipping, her knees exposed as she writhed in a hazy dream.

As the clock strikes midnight, the "wild" herb takes total control. Pragya begins to Arouse her wanting a man’s touch . In her drug-induced haze, she stops resisting and actually beckons him into the hut. The intensity lies in the psychological horror of her realizing the truth mid-act—her body betraying her loyalty while her mind desperately tries to find its way back to her husband.

Pragya lay flat on the mat, her sweaty skin glistening like oil under the dim yellow light of the lantern. The extra dose from Savithri’s dinner was like a fire in her belly that wouldn't go out. Her blouseless saree was a tangled mess around her hips, leaving her midriff and chest rising and falling in shallow, jagged gasps.

"Ranga... please... it’s too hot," she moaned, her fingers clutching her nipples.

She started touching herself. She then inserted her fingers slowly in her pussy, this send shivering throughout her body. She can’t control herself and started fingering as fast as she can. 

 



As she continued fingering, She saw The door creaked. The shadow of a man moved across her exposed knees. It wasn't the gentle touch of her husband. It was the firm, predatory grip of the man who had been waiting for the fruit to ripen.

Pragya wanted to scream at him to leave, but her throat felt dry, and a part of her—the part fuelled by Savithri’s extra dose—wanted him to come closer. She just bit her lips and watching him while she is fingering,
 
The heat in the hut was a heavy blanket, but the fire inside Pragya’s blood was hotter. Her sweaty, golden skin seemed to glow in the dim light, Madhav’s hands went down the deep valley of her chest and pooling in her exposed navel. Madhav stood over her, his eyes tracing the blouseless saree that had slipped dangerously low, revealing the soft, heavy curves of her tits.

"You look like a goddess of the forest, Pragya," he whispered, his voice a jagged rasp. "But a goddess shouldn't be shivering like a leaf."

He then leaned down, his face inches from her flushed, burning cheek, and inhaled her scent—a mix of jasmine and the bitter tang of the herbs. While she continued fingering herself  and within minutes she cummed without taking eyes from Madhav.
 
 "Tonight, I leave you. Not because I don't want you, but because I want you to want yourself." He turned on his heel and walked out, leaving her in a state of agonizing confusion.
 
The night was a blur of twisted dreams. Pragya’s long, messy hair tangled around her neck like a noose as she thrashed on the mat. By dawn, her eyes were bloodshot and glazed. Savithri, before leaving, had left a bowl of sweetened milk. Pragya drank it greedily, not knowing it was laced with the another strongest dose yet.
 
While rinsing a sheet, she fell into the water. She stood up, her saree soaking wet and translucent, clinging to every curve of her breasts and midriff. She walked home dripping, her skin glistening under the harsh sun.
 
She stopped to rest the heavy basket. A stray breeze lifted the end of her saree, exposing her smooth, shapely leg up to the knee. She didn't bother to fix it; the cool air on her skin was the only thing that mattered.
She saw a group of women whispering. Usually, she would be ashamed, but today she felt a surge of pride. She shifted her basket, intentionally showing more of her flushed cleavage, enjoying the power of her own beauty.
 
She gathered her laundry basket, her knees trembling under her saree. At the village well, Bhaskar the goon was waiting. Seeing her exposed, sweaty back and the deep dip of her waist, he moved like a snake.

"Let me help you with that, Bhabhi " Bhaskar said, his rough hand "accidentally" brushing against her bare hip.
Pragya gasped, the drug making the contact feel like a jolt of electricity rather than a violation. Her mind screamed to slap him, but her body, fueled by the "wild" herb, didn't pull away. She gave him a hazy, half-lidded look—a signal that Bhaskar took as an invitation.

When she finally entered the hut, she collapsed. Madhav was already there, sitting in the corner. Pragya was far gone; the "wild" personality was clawing its way out.

Madhav - "Look at you, Pragya," Madhav said, walking toward her. He didn't grab her. He spoke like a philosopher. "Why do you wear this mask of the 'loyal village wife'? It’s a cage. You have these beautiful wings, and you clipped them the moment you married Ranga."

Pragya looked up, her lips parted and trembling. "I... I love him."

"Of course you do," Madhav soothed, kneeling by her exposed, sweaty midriff. "But true love isn't a prison. You can love Ranga and still be the wild creature you are. Why choose between a mask and a shadow? Why not live in the shadows where you are free?"

The feeling of her blood singing with life before she forced herself to be "good." She realized that "true love" had become her excuse to hide her true self.

"You want to open your wings again, don't you?" Madhav whispered, his hand finally coming to rest on her burning shoulder.

Pragya looked at the ceiling, her gaze locked in a trance. She felt the heavy weight of the mask finally begin to slide off. She didn't see Madhav as a villain anymore, but as the key to the cage she had built for herself. Slowly, she reached out and pulled him closer, her "wild" self finally taking flight in the dark.

The fourth day broke with a scorching afternoon heat that seemed to mirror the fire raging inside Pragya. For two days, she had fought with every ounce of her willpower, desperately clinging to the image of Ranga and the quiet life they shared. But the constant, heavy doses of the herbs fed to her by Savithri had done their work.

As she sat alone in the heavy silence of the hut, a sudden clarity washed over her. She wasn't fighting Madhav; she was fighting herself. She remembered the old village days before her marriage—the thrilling, secret adventures with the peon, the uninhibited freedom, and the sheer ecstasy of letting her body rule her mind. She realized she had caged her true, wild nature in the name of a safe, ordinary love. The cage was suffocating her, and she wanted out. She decided to set herself free.

It was peak afternoon. The village was dead silent, everyone resting indoors to escape the blazing sun. Madhav was walking back down the dusty path, counting the milk money he had collected, his mind still plotting his next move.

But as he turned the corner toward the hut, he stopped dead in his tracks.

Pragya was standing outside in the secluded corner spot, framed by the thick banyan trees and the mud walls. She wasn’t hiding. She wasn't looking at the ground. Her hair was piled into a loose, messy top bun, with long, damp strands clinging to her sweaty neck and cheeks. Her face was flushed a deep, radiant crimson, her lips slightly parted as she breathed in the heavy air.

She had dbangd her thin cotton saree in a completely loose, blouseless village style. The fabric was wrapped so low on her hips that her entire smooth midriff and deep navel were completely bare, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat under the sunlight. As she shifted her weight, the saree parted, fully exposing her smooth, shapely knee and a tantalizing expanse of her thigh.

Madhav’s firm gaze locked onto her, his heart hammering against his chest. But this time, she didn't look away. The shy, hesitant mask was entirely gone. Her eyes were dark, heavy with desire, and fixed straight on him.

"You took your time today, Madhav," Pragya said, her voice dropping into a low, sultry tone that sent a shiver straight down his spine.

Madhav slowly pocketed the money, stepping into the shaded corner, his predatory instinct flaring. "I told you, Pragya. I am a patient man. I knew you couldn't keep that fake mask on for long."

Pragya let out a soft, mocking laugh, taking a slow step toward him. The movement caused her loose saree to slip further off her shoulder, revealing the full, heavy curve of her bare breast.

Pragya - "It wasn't a fake mask, Madhav ji . It was a cage. But today, I broke it."
 
Madhav closed the distance between them until his chest was almost touching her bare shoulder. The thick scent of jasmine, sweat, and the intoxicating herbs filled his senses.

Madhav -  "So, you’ve finally realized who you belong to?"

Pragya - "I belong to no one but my own pleasure," Pragya whispered, her breathing turning shallow and heavy. She reached out, her soft, warm hand pressing firmly against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.

Pragya - "Show me the freedom , Madhav. Don't make me wait anymore."

Madhav didn't hold back. He grabbed her by her slender waist, his rough hands digging into the soft skin of her exposed midriff. Pragya gasped, a hot shiver running through her entire body as he pulled her flush against him. Her heavy breasts pressed tightly against his chest, the heat between them instantly becoming unbearable.

He bent his head down, his lips forcefully locking onto hers. Pragya responded with a wild, desperate hunger she had suppressed . She opened her mouth, tangling her fingers in his hair as they traded deep, passionate kisses that left them both breathless. Madhav’s hands roamed freely over her body, sliding down the smooth curve of her back, gripping her bare hips, and pulling her lifting thigh up against his waist.

"Ah... Madhav," she moaned against his lips, her knees completely buckling, not out of weakness, but from the sheer, overwhelming rush of pleasure.

He lifted her easily, carrying her into the dark, cool interior of the hut, slamming the wooden door shut behind them. He laid her flat on the rough straw mat. In the dim, filtered afternoon light, her body looked like a masterpiece—her sweaty skin glistening, her saree completely disheveled and pooled around her thighs, leaving her heavy curves completely exposed to his ravenous gaze.

Madhav knelt between her parted thighs, his eyes locked onto her face. Pragya looked up at him, her chest heaving, a wild, wicked smile finally breaking across her beautiful, flushed face as she completely surrendered to the shadows of her past.

Pragya’s blouse less saree was complete slide off, and due to it sliding up, both her breasts were out of it. Because Pragya 
was laid  with one leg straight and the other leg raised.

Her petticoat had moved above her knees and slid down to her waist, and her pussy and pubic area were completely naked. 
Madhav switched on the light in the room and closed the open window. Pragya was in excitement to submit herself to a man other than Ranga after months.

In the light of the room, He saw her pussy and its pink lips which is smooth and clean. Seeing the open breasts and pussy of Pragya, Madhav started getting excited, and his dick raised its head.

Madhav kept standing there in a mesmerised state for a long time and kept looking at her. He could not control himself anymore and  started fondling her breasts with one hand and her pussy with the other.

He was stunned as soon as he placed my hand on Pragya’s breasts because they were very hard and solid, but their skin was very soft. Her pussy was as soft as silk, and her pussy was smooth like a ghee, and her clitoris was as thick as a pea.

As soon as his hands touched those parts of Pragya’s body, she closed her eyes, without moving, she bit her lips in a very lustful way. Madhav understood that she was also burning in the fire of lust, so He bent down and placed his lips on 
Pragya’s lips and started rubbing her body parts rapidly.



Pragya welcomed his lips by pressing her lips on them, and while sucking them, she put her tongue in his mouth. After this exchange of lips and tongue for some time, Pragya and Madhav started sucking each other’s lips restlessly. As soon as He started caressing her breasts and clitoris, she also put her hand inside his pants and started caressing his dick. By continuing this activity for the next ten minutes, They both got excited.

Pragya’s gbang-like nipples became very hard, and the veins of his dick started swelling. Then He took Pragya’s nipples in his mouth and started sucking them, and inserted his big finger in her pussy and started moving it in and out.

Pragya also pulled back the skin of his dick and took out the dick head. Then started caressing its edges with her fingers and thumb. After about ten minutes of this activity, both of them got very excited, and a few drops of pre-cum came out of his dick.

Juice started leaking from Pragya’s pussy, too. In that condition, when Madhav looked into Pragya’s eyes, her intoxication inspired him to start intercourse. He immediately got up and took off Pragya’s saree and petticoat and made her naked, and then took off his shirt and Lungi.

Then He lay on the bed on his back and signalled Pragya to sit on his dick.
Understanding his signal, Pragya got down with her legs on both sides of his waist and holding his dick in her hand. She placed it in line with the mouth of her pussy and sat on it, applying gentle pressure.

Pragya – “Ahh, I missed this excitement, this is the true freedom that I lacked, keep digging my pussy, I will fuck your raw dig and suck your juice all by myself”

In a few moments, when his dick-head entered Pragya’s pussy, some lines of discomfort and pain appeared on Pragya’s face. A moan came out of her mouth.

Madhav – “What happened? Did it hurt a lot?”

Pragya nodded and said- “ No , I like it , I love the way your dick penetrating me Ahh I love it, just a little uncomforting in the position”.

Pragya sat like that for two minutes, and then, when she became a little comfortable, she once again applied pressure downwards, and his entire dick entered her pussy in one stroke.

As soon as this happened, Pragya lay down on him, screaming,

Pragya -  ‘Ahh. I missed these this excitement’ and he saw that tears had come out of her eyes. He took her in his arms and kissed her cheeks and lips

After that, Pragya lay on top of him for the next five minutes with her hips humping his dick and kept pressing her firm and hard breasts and nipples into his chest, and he kept caressing and massaging her back and buttocks.

After five minutes, she again sat up on him and moved her hips, she started moving it in and out of the pussy by jumping.
She kept doing this slowly for five minutes, and then after that, she started having intercourse by jumping very fast.
It had been 20 minutes since Pragya had started intercourse sitting on top, when her body stiffened and her pussy contracted very fast, and she lay down on him, moaning.

Pragya, drenched in sweat–  “ Enough, I am tired ,now its your turn” .

Listening to her, He turned over and made her lie down under him, and he climbed on top of her and started having sex. Because Pragya’s pussy still gripped his dick, he was feeling a lot of friction while moving it in and out.

Madhav – “ Bitch , how can your pussy so tight. I know you were a slut and got rammed by multiple men“

Pragya – “That’s god gift of mine for having a tight pussy after having multiple dicks in me. You should worship my pussy for the pleasure you are feeling “

Madhav with a proud smile started pounding her harder , after about 10 minutes Pragya moaned loudly, and hot juice started leaking from her pussy. Due to that juice discharge, Pragya’s pussy became very smooth. Madhav started having fast intercourse very easily.

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[Hotgiri]

Very good story n awasome narration, pls add gif instead of pics to make it more realistic