Adultery My Wife’s Bull – From Honeymoon to Hotwife

[KareenaKapoorLover]

Awesome.. make her seduce some old Indian uncle or a poor servant ..

[ananth1986]

Please continue soon .Waiting for more adventures with many men.
Thank you

[Givemeextra]

HOT HOT HOT - MANGROVE EPISODE

[SanjuR]

Wow what a nice long updates. Waiting for next adventures.

Will she do adventures in Mumbai or go out this time also.

[urb0nd]

awsome story, however it was way to fast for a homley girl

[Sigan007]

Chapter 44: Meera’s Confession – The Hunger for More

It was a quiet Friday night in their Bandra apartment. The Mumbai rains were pouring heavily outside, creating a soothing rhythm on the windows. Arjun had just come home from office, tired but relaxed. Meera had cooked his favorite Tamil meal — prawn curry and rice. After dinner, they moved to the sofa. Meera was wearing a simple cotton nighty, her long hair loose. She sat close to Arjun, her head on his shoulder. For a long time, she stayed silent, playing with his fingers. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft but serious.
**Meera:** Arjun… I need to talk to you about something important. Please don’t get angry. Just listen to me fully.
**Arjun:** (turning towards her, sensing the weight) Okay. Tell me.
Meera took a deep breath. Her fingers tightened around his hand.
**Meera:** These two months in Mumbai… have been good. Really good. I love our life here. I love waking up next to you, cooking for you, being your wife. But… there’s something inside me that’s growing stronger every day.
She paused, looking down.
**Meera:** I have become… hungry. Very hungry. Not for food. For lust. For sex. For new experiences. The things we did in Maldives… they didn’t just happen and disappear. They awakened something in me. I keep remembering how it felt — being desired by different people, being used, being watched, being called dirty names. I feel ashamed saying this… but I miss that feeling.
**Arjun:** (quietly listening, heart beating faster) …
**Meera:** (voice trembling) I don’t want to cheat on you. I don’t want to lie to you. That’s why I’m sitting here asking you directly. I want your permission. I want to explore more of this lust inside me. Not every day. Not behind your back. But sometimes… with your knowledge and permission. I want different experiences. Different men. Different thrills. But I want you to know everything. I don’t want secrets between us.
She looked into his eyes, tears forming.
**Meera:** I still love you more than anything, Arjun. You are my husband. My home. But this new hunger… it’s becoming too strong to ignore. If you say no, I will try my best to control it. But I’m scared that one day I might do something stupid and hurt us both. So I’m asking you openly.
**Arjun:** (after a long silence, voice heavy) Meera… do you know what you’re asking? You want me to allow other men to touch you… to fuck you… while I know about it?
**Meera:** (nodding slowly) Yes. I want different lust. Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough, sometimes humiliating. I want to feel like a slut again… but I want to come back to you every time. I want you to be the only man I truly belong to. I just want to borrow other men’s bodies to satisfy this hunger.
She squeezed his hand tighter.
**Meera:** No one else should know that you accepted this. Not our families, not our friends. This stays between us. If anyone asks, I’m just your loyal wife. But between us… I want to be honest about my lust. Can you accept that? Can you accept this version of me?
Arjun stayed silent for almost two full minutes. His face showed a storm of emotions — love, pain, jealousy, arousal, and fear.
**Arjun:** (finally speaking, voice low) I won’t lie. This is hard for me. When I think about you with other men, I feel jealous. I feel pain. But… I also feel something else. A dark excitement. The same excitement I felt in Maldives when I watched you. I love you, Meera. I love the shy girl I married. But I’m also addicted to this bold, sexual version of you. If this hunger is real… and if you promise to always come back to me… then yes. I accept it. I give you my permission.
**Meera:** (tears falling, voice emotional) Really? You’re not forcing yourself to say this?
**Arjun:** No. I’m saying it because I mean it. But with rules. You tell me everything before and after. No falling in love with anyone else. And if it ever becomes too much for either of us, we stop immediately. Deal?
**Meera:** (nodding, hugging him tightly) Deal. Thank you, Arjun. I love you so much. Even when I become a slut… I’m still your wife.
They held each other for a long time. The rain continued pouring outside. That night, they made love with a new intensity — a mixture of love, acceptance, and raw lust. Meera rode him passionately, whispering her fantasies while looking into his eyes.
**Meera:** (moaning) One day… I want you to watch me with someone else again… but only if you want it.
**Arjun:** (thrusting up into her) We’ll see, my dirty little wife…
For the first time since Maldives, both of them felt a strange sense of peace — they had finally been honest with each other about their darkest desires.
Mumbai was going to be a very interesting chapter in their lives.

Chapter 45: The Delivery Boy Attempt – First Try
It had been almost three weeks since Meera openly confessed her hunger to Arjun. They had agreed to explore slowly, with full honesty. Meera decided to start with something she thought would be “easy” — the **Delivery Boy Risk**. One Thursday evening, Arjun was sitting in the living room watching TV. Meera came out of the bedroom wearing a short, tight black t-shirt (no bra) and very short cotton shorts that barely covered her ass. Her long hair was open and messy.
**Meera:** (nervously excited) Arjun… I’m going to try today. Swiggy delivery. I ordered paneer butter masala. Let’s see what happens.
**Arjun:** (raising an eyebrow) You sure? Don’t force anything. If it feels wrong, stop.
**Meera:** (nodding) I know. I just want to test myself.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Meera took a deep breath and opened the door. A young delivery boy, around 22–23 years old, stood there holding the food packet. He was thin, slightly nervous, wearing the Swiggy uniform.
**Delivery Boy (Ravi):** Ma’am, paneer butter masala and garlic naan. Order number 4782.
Meera smiled seductively and leaned against the door frame, letting her t-shirt ride up slightly.
**Meera:** Thank you, bhaiya… it’s raining heavily outside na? Come inside for a minute. I’ll bring water for you.
**Ravi:** (nervous, eyes darting) No ma’am, it’s okay. I have many deliveries.
**Meera:** (stepping closer, voice sweet) Are you sure? You look tired. Just one minute.
She turned and walked inside, deliberately swaying her hips. Ravi hesitated, then stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
Meera bent over the dining table to “search” for her wallet, making her short shorts ride up and expose the bottom of her ass.
**Meera:** (looking back) Arre, wallet eppadi pochu…?
Ravi’s eyes widened. He stood awkwardly, holding the food packet.
**Ravi:** Ma’am… wallet table-la irukku.
**Meera:** (turning around, smiling) Oh… thank you. You’re so helpful.
She took the packet, but instead of paying immediately, she stepped closer.
**Meera:** (softly) You’re very cute, you know? Do you deliver to this area often?
**Ravi:** (sweating, voice cracking) Yes ma’am… sometimes.
Meera reached out and lightly touched his arm.

**Meera:** You must be tired after riding in the rain. Do you want to sit for some time?
Ravi looked terrified. His face turned bright red.
**Ravi:** Ma’am… I have 12 more deliveries. My manager will shout if I’m late.
Meera tried again, stepping even closer, her breasts almost brushing against him.
**Meera:** Just five minutes? I can give you special tip…
**Ravi:** (panicking, stepping back) Ma’am, please… I’m married. My wife is pregnant. I need to go.
He practically threw the food packet on the table, took the money Meera handed him, and ran towards the door.
**Ravi:** Thank you ma’am! Have a good night!
The door slammed shut.
Meera stood there in silence for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. She walked back to the living room where Arjun was trying hard not to laugh.
**Meera:** (covering her face, laughing) Machi… full failure! He ran away like I was a ghost! “My wife is pregnant” nu solli odittaan!
**Arjun:** (laughing) I told you it wouldn’t be easy. You scared the poor boy.
**Meera:** (still laughing, but slightly embarrassed) I thought delivery boys were supposed to be bold! I bent over, I touched his arm, I gave him the “special tip” look… and he ran faster than Usain Bolt!
Arjun pulled her onto his lap, still chuckling.
**Arjun:** My poor wife. First attempt and complete sothappu.
**Meera:** (hiding her face in his neck) I felt like such an idiot. But it was also funny. I think I need more practice.
**Arjun:** (kissing her forehead) Take your time. No pressure. We can laugh about the failed attempts too.

Meera looked at him, her laughter slowly fading into a more serious expression.
**Meera:** But Arjun… I really felt something when I tried. Even though it failed, the thrill of trying… it excited me. I want to try again. Maybe with a cab driver next time.
**Arjun:** (nodding) Whenever you’re ready. Just tell me. I want to know everything.
They both laughed again as Meera narrated the entire awkward encounter in detail, turning the failure into a funny, intimate moment between husband and wife.
The journey in Mumbai had just begun — with comedy, failures, and growing lust.

Chapter 46: The Mysterious Evening

It was a Saturday evening in their Bandra apartment. The Mumbai rains had finally stopped, leaving the air cool and fresh. Arjun was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, when Meera walked out of the bedroom. She had just finished a long, luxurious bath. Her long black hair was wet and dripping slightly. She wore only a white towel wrapped around her body, tucked tightly above her breasts. Water droplets glistened on her shoulders and collarbone. Without saying a word, she walked past Arjun and went into the bedroom. Arjun watched her silently, curious but not asking anything. Meera stood in front of the full-length mirror. She slowly dried herself, then applied lotion all over her body, taking her time on her breasts, waist, and thighs. Arjun leaned against the door frame, watching every movement. She then sat in front of the dressing table. First, she dried and straightened her long black hair, making it silky and smooth, falling like a dark waterfall down her back. Then she applied a deep red, glossy lipstick on her full lips, making them look plump and inviting. She did her makeup carefully — smokey eyes, eyeliner, light blush, and a touch of highlighter on her cheekbones and cleavage. Arjun continued watching quietly from the doorway, his heart beating faster. He had no idea what she was planning.

Meera was wearing a **beautiful maroon silk saree** with a thin gold border — elegant and traditional, yet glamorous. The saree was dbangd perfectly, sitting gracefully on her hips without being too low. The blouse was sleeveless but modest, with a round neck that showed just a hint of her collarbone and the soft curve of her shoulders. It was fitted, accentuating her figure in a sophisticated way, but nothing vulgar. The pallu was neatly placed over her left shoulder, covering her chest gracefully.

She looked every bit the beautiful, homely Tamil wife — graceful, elegant, and naturally attractive.

Arjun looked up from his phone and stared at her for a few seconds.
Finally, she turned to Arjun.

**Meera:** (calmly) Arjun, go downstairs and start the car. I’ll come in five minutes.
**Arjun:** (confused) Where are we going? You’re dressed like this…
**Meera:** (soft smile) Just go and start the car. Please.
Arjun looked at her for a few seconds, then nodded and went downstairs without asking more questions. He started the car and waited, his mind racing with possibilities.
Meanwhile, Meera locked the apartment door. She took the elevator down. When she reached the ground floor, the elderly watchman (Ramesh, around 55 years old) was at his desk. He looked up and his eyes widened slightly in appreciation.
**Ramesh:** Wah, Madam! Today you are looking very beautiful. Like a bride.

**Meera:** (smiling warmly, adjusting her pallu) Thank you, Uncle. Special evening.
She stopped near his desk for a moment, standing elegantly. The maroon silk saree hugged her figure gracefully, highlighting her narrow waist and the soft sway of her hips. She looked homely yet glamorous.
**Ramesh:** (respectfully) Sir is very lucky. Where are you both going?
**Meera:** (soft laugh) Just for a drive, Uncle. Take care.
Arjun was sitting in the driver’s seat, watching everything through the glass. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly.
Meera opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. The saree rode up her thighs as she sat down.
**Arjun:** (voice low) What was that?
**Meera:** (smiling innocently) Just some light teasing. Drive, husband.
The car started moving. Arjun drove through the busy Bandra streets, his mind full of questions. Meera sat quietly beside him, looking out the window, her deep cleavage rising and falling with every breath.
After some time, on a relatively empty stretch of the highway towards Khar, Arjun slowed the car and stopped at a quiet side road.
**Arjun:** Meera… where are we going? What are you planning?
Meera turned to him, her eyes shining with lust and nervousness.
**Meera:** You’ll see soon, husband. Just drive.

Chapter 47: The Cab Experiment
The car was parked on a relatively quiet side road near Khar West. The streetlights cast a soft orange glow. Arjun had stopped the car as Meera had asked. He turned to her, his face full of confusion and anticipation.

**Arjun:** Meera, we’ve been driving for 20 minutes. Now tell me — what is this plan? Why are you dressed like this?
Meera took a deep breath, adjusted her maroon silk saree pallu neatly over her shoulder, and looked at him calmly.
**Meera:** I want to try something. Alone. I booked a cab to a location. I’ll go there. You wait here or drive around. After some time, I’ll message you the pickup location. Come and pick me up.
**Arjun:** (concerned) Alone? In this saree? At night? Meera, this is risky.
**Meera:** (soft smile) I know. That’s why I’m doing it. I need to test myself. Don’t worry. I’ll be safe. If anything feels wrong, I’ll call you immediately.
She leaned over and kissed Arjun on the cheek.
**Meera:** Trust me. This is part of my hunger. I want to feel the thrill… but safely.
Arjun sighed, knowing he couldn’t stop her.
**Arjun:** Okay. Be careful. Message me the moment you feel uncomfortable.
Meera nodded, opened the car door, and stepped out gracefully. The maroon silk saree clung to her body as she walked a few steps away from the car. She opened her phone and booked a cab to a nearby location — a quiet café in Bandra that stayed open late. Five minutes later, a white sedan arrived. Meera waved at it. The driver, a man in his late 20s named Sameer, lowered the window.
**Sameer:** Ma’am, going to The Bandra Café?
**Meera:** (smiling sweetly) Yes. Back seat please.
She opened the back door and got in elegantly, making sure her saree pallu stayed in place but still showed a hint of her deep navel when she sat. The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror. As the cab started moving, Meera adjusted her pallu slightly, letting it slip just enough to expose more of her shoulder and the curve of her blouse.
**Meera:** (soft voice) It’s a little warm tonight, isn’t it?
**Sameer:** (looking at her in the mirror) Yes ma’am. Mumbai weather is always like this.
Meera leaned forward a little, giving him a better view of her cleavage through the V-neck blouse.
**Meera:** You must drive a lot at night. Don’t you get tired?
**Sameer:** (slightly nervous) Sometimes ma’am. But duty is duty.
**Meera:** (smiling seductively) You look strong. I’m sure you can handle a lot of things…
She slowly ran her fingers along her exposed waist, tracing her navel area. The driver kept glancing at her in the mirror, clearly distracted.
**Meera:** (continuing) Have you ever had a beautiful woman in your cab who made the ride… interesting?
**Sameer:** (swallowing hard) Ma’am… I’m just doing my job.
Meera smiled and leaned back, crossing her legs so the saree slipped slightly higher on her thigh.
**Meera:** Relax, bhaiya. I’m just talking. You can look if you want. I don’t mind.
The driver was visibly tense. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. He kept stealing glances at her navel and cleavage. But after a few more minutes of Meera’s teasing, the driver suddenly pulled over near the café.
**Sameer:** (nervous, voice shaky) Ma’am, we’ve reached. Please.
Meera paid the fare through the app and added a big tip. As she got out, she bent down slightly at the window.
**Meera:** (softly) Thank you for the ride. You were very… professional.
**Sameer:** (avoiding eye contact) Thank you ma’am. Have a good night.

He drove away quickly, almost as if escaping. Meera stood on the pavement, watching the cab disappear. She let out a long sigh and laughed softly to herself.
**Meera:** (talking to herself) Another failure… He ran away too.
She took out her phone and messaged Arjun:
**Meera:** Pick me up from Bandra Café. Second attempt also failed ? Come soon.
A few minutes later, Arjun’s car stopped in front of her. Meera got in, still laughing.
**Arjun:** (curious) What happened?
**Meera:** (shaking her head, amused) I tried everything — leaning forward, showing navel, soft voice, dirty hints. He got so nervous he dropped me and ran. Said “Have a good night” and sped off like I was dangerous.
**Arjun:** (laughing) My poor wife. Two attempts, two failures. Delivery boy ran because of pregnancy, cab driver ran because of fear.
**Meera:** (laughing along) I think I need more practice. Or maybe I’m just not scary enough.
They both laughed together as Arjun drove back home. The failed attempt had turned into a funny, bonding moment between them. But deep inside, Meera’s hunger was still burning. She knew this was only the beginning of her experiments in Mumbai.
Chapter 48: The Highway Stripping
Meera stood outside the Bandra Café, her maroon silk saree looking elegant under the streetlights. Her pallu was neatly dbangd, but the deep V-neck blouse and the way the saree hugged her hips made her look both graceful and seductive. Arjun’s car stopped in front of her. She opened the door and got in gracefully, arranging her saree pallu over her shoulder.
**Arjun:** (looking at her) You look beautiful. Now tell me — what was all this?

**Meera:** (smiling softly, still not revealing everything) Drive first. Let’s go towards the highway. I’ll tell you on the way.
Arjun started driving. For the first 10 minutes, Meera stayed silent, occasionally adjusting her pallu. The city lights flashed past them as they entered the highway towards Andheri.
**Arjun:** Meera, enough suspense. What are you planning?
Meera looked at him, her eyes shining with a mix of nervousness and excitement.
**Meera:** I want to do something bold tonight. Something I’ve been thinking about since Maldives. Stop the car at a safe but empty spot on the highway.
Arjun’s heart started beating faster. He drove for a few more kilometers and took an exit to a relatively quiet service road. There were very few vehicles at this hour. He stopped the car on the side of the road, under a dim streetlight.
**Arjun:** We’re here. Now tell me.
Meera took a deep breath and looked at him.
**Meera:** Remove all my clothes. Everything. Saree, blouse, bra, panty, inskirt — everything. Throw them away. I want to go home completely naked in the car.
Arjun stared at her, stunned.
**Arjun:** Meera… are you serious?
**Meera:** (nodding, voice firm) Yes. I want to feel completely exposed. I want to sit next to you naked while you drive through the city. This is my hunger tonight. Please do it for me.
Arjun looked around. The road was mostly empty. He took a deep breath and nodded.
**Arjun:** Okay. Get out of the car.
Meera stepped out. Arjun also got out and stood in front of her. The cool night breeze made her pallu flutter.
**Arjun:** (voice low) Start with the pallu.
Meera slowly removed her pallu, letting it fall from her shoulder. The deep V-neck blouse and her cleavage became fully visible. Arjun reached forward and started unwrapping the saree. The maroon silk pooled at her feet.
**Arjun:** Turn around.
He unhooked her sleeveless blouse, letting it fall. Meera stood in just her black bra and petticoat. Arjun removed the bra, freeing her breasts. Her nipples were already hard in the night air.
**Meera:** (breathing faster) Keep going…
Arjun untied her petticoat and pulled it down along with her panty. Meera stepped out of them, now completely naked on the side of the highway.
**Arjun:** (looking at her naked body under the streetlight) Fuck… you look incredible.
He gathered all her clothes — the expensive saree, blouse, bra, panty, and inskirt — into a bundle.
**Meera:** (softly) Throw them away. I don’t want them tonight.
Arjun walked a few steps to a roadside dustbin and dumped all her clothes inside. He came back to the car.
**Arjun:** Get in.
Meera, completely naked, opened the passenger door and sat down. The leather seat felt cold against her bare skin. Arjun started the car and drove back onto the highway.
**Meera:** (looking at him) How do you feel seeing your wife sitting naked next to you while driving through Mumbai?
**Arjun:** (voice thick) I feel possessive. I feel jealous that anyone driving past can see you like this. And I feel extremely turned on.
He reached over and placed his hand on her thigh, slowly moving it higher. Meera spread her legs slightly, giving him access.

**Meera:** (moaning softly) Touch me while you drive. I want to feel like your dirty wife.
Arjun’s fingers found her wet pussy and started rubbing her slowly as they drove through the city traffic. Meera leaned back in the seat, completely naked, legs spread, moaning quietly as her husband fingered her on the highway.
**Meera:** (whispering) Anyone can see me like this… your naked wife… sitting with her legs open…
The car continued towards their apartment, with Meera completely naked in the passenger seat, the Mumbai night lights flashing across her body.

Chapter 48: The Final Risk – Entering Home Naked
The car turned into their apartment complex in Bandra. It was past 1:30 AM. The streets were quiet, and most lights in the buildings were off. Arjun slowly drove towards the basement parking.
**Arjun:** (voice low) Meera… you’re really going to do this?
**Meera:** (sitting completely naked in the passenger seat, her saree and all clothes long discarded on the highway) Yes. I want to feel it. The risk. The thrill of coming home like this. Arjun parked the car in their usual slot. The moment the engine stopped, Meera opened the door. The elderly watchman Ramesh was in the middle of closing the big iron gate for the night. He was pulling the gate shut when he heard the car.
**Meera:** (whispering urgently) Now!
She stepped out of the car completely naked. Her long black hair flowed down her back. Her breasts were bare, nipples hard in the cool night air. The red jewel on her clit piercing caught the faint light from the streetlamp as she ran towards the lift.
Arjun quickly got out and followed her.
Arjun followed right behind her, his eyes scanning the area.
The elderly watchman Ramesh was busy pulling the main iron gate shut at the entrance. He had his back turned to the parking area for a few crucial seconds.
Meera reached the lift first and pressed the button repeatedly, her heart hammering in her chest.
**Meera:** (whispering urgently) Come on… come on…
The lift doors opened with a soft ding. She rushed inside, Arjun right behind her. She quickly pressed the 12th floor button. The doors began to close just as the watchman finished locking the gate and turned around.
The lift doors shut in time. Ramesh never saw her.
Inside the lift, Meera leaned against the cool metal wall, breathing heavily. She was completely naked, her body trembling with adrenaline.
**Meera:** (whispering, eyes wide) That was so close… I thought he was going to turn around…
**Arjun:** (voice hoarse, pressing her against the wall) You’re so fucking brave… running naked like that.
He kissed her hard, his hands roaming over her bare body as the lift ascended. His fingers found her wet pussy and slid inside her easily.
**Meera:** (moaning into his mouth) Ahh… Arjun… I’m dripping… the fear made me so wet…

The lift dinged at the 12th floor. The doors opened to an empty corridor. Meera stepped out first, completely naked, her long hair swaying as she walked confidently down the hallway. Arjun followed closely, keys in hand.
Every step felt electric. The cool tiles under her bare feet, the risk of any neighbor opening their door — it was intoxicating.
They reached their apartment door. Arjun fumbled with the keys for a few seconds while Meera stood beside him, fully exposed in the corridor.
**Meera:** (whispering, heart racing) Hurry… what if someone comes out now?
**Arjun:** (finally opening the door) Get in.
The moment they stepped inside and locked the door, Meera turned to him with wild eyes. She pushed him against the wall and kissed him hungrily.
**Meera:** (between kisses) I can’t believe I just walked naked through the apartment… the watchman was so close… anyone could have seen me…
**Arjun:** (groaning, hands squeezing her ass) You’re such a dirty risk-taker… my perfect slut wife.
They didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Arjun lifted her up against the wall near the entrance and fucked her hard while standing — raw, urgent, and full of the built-up tension from the entire night.
Meera’s loud moans filled their apartment as she came hard, her body shaking from the adrenaline and lust of walking naked through the building.

Chapter 49: The Midnight Call to Sophia
Meera and Arjun had just entered their apartment after the risky naked return. The door was locked. Meera stood in the living room, still completely naked, her body flushed and slightly trembling from the adrenaline. Her long black hair was messy, falling over her breasts. The cool AC air made her nipples harden. Arjun leaned against the wall, watching her silently, his eyes full of lust and love. Meera walked to the sofa, picked up her phone, and looked at Arjun.
**Meera:** I need to talk to Sophia. Right now. Do you mind?
**Arjun:** (nodding slowly) Go ahead. I want to hear too.
Meera sat down on the sofa, completely naked, legs slightly apart. She dialed Sophia’s number on video call. Sophia picked up after two rings. Her face appeared on the screen — she was in her bedroom in Germany, wearing a loose t-shirt.

**Sophia:** (smiling brightly) Meera! My favorite Indian slut! How are you, baby? How’s Mumbai treating you?
**Meera:** (soft laugh, leaning back on the sofa) Mumbai is… different. But tonight… I did something crazy.
**Sophia:** (eyes lighting up) Ooh, tell me everything. I can see you’re naked. Did you go out like that?
**Meera:** (biting her lip, voice excited) Yes. I made Arjun strip me completely in the car on the highway. I threw all my clothes — saree, blouse, everything — into a dustbin. Then I sat naked in the passenger seat the whole way home.
**Sophia:** (grinning) Fuck yes! How did it feel?
**Meera:** (breathing faster) Scary… but so thrilling. Every red light, every passing car… I felt like everyone could see me. My nipples were so hard. My pussy was dripping on the seat.
**Sophia:** (laughing) My dirty girl. Did Arjun touch you while driving?
**Meera:** Yes… he fingered me on the highway. I came once before we reached the apartment.
**Sophia:** Good. Now tell me the best part.
**Meera:** (glancing at Arjun, then back at the phone) When we reached the apartment… I ran naked from the car to the lift. The watchman was closing the gate. He almost saw me. I barely made it into the lift. Then I walked naked down the corridor to our door. Arjun was right behind me. My heart was pounding so hard.
**Sophia:** (moaning softly) Mmm… I’m getting wet just hearing this. Did the watchman see anything?
**Meera:** He turned at the last second. I think he saw my back and ass. I’m not sure. But the fear… it made me so horny.
**Sophia:** (smiling) You’re becoming such a perfect little exhibitionist. Tell me, how wet are you right now?
**Meera:** (spreading her legs slightly, showing the camera) Very wet. I can feel it dripping.

**Sophia:** Good girl. Now listen. Since you’re feeling this hungry in Mumbai, here are some ideas for you:
Sophia leaned closer to the camera and spoke in a low, dirty voice:
**Sophia:** First, start with small things. Tomorrow, wear a saree with no blouse — just the pallu covering your breasts. Go to the nearby supermarket. Bend down to pick things up. Let people see your sideboob and navel. Send Arjun photos.
Second, order food delivery often. Wear short nighties or just a towel when the delivery boy comes. “Accidentally” let the towel slip. See how far you can push it.
Third, join a gym. Wear tight yoga pants with no panties. Let the trainer “correct” your posture — his hands on your body. Tell Arjun every detail when you come home.
Fourth, balcony nights. Stand naked on your balcony at midnight. If any neighbor’s light is on, tease them a little. Touch yourself where they can see.
And most importantly… start recording small videos for me. I want to see you being naughty in Mumbai.
**Meera:** (breathing heavily, fingers unconsciously moving between her legs) Sophia… you’re making me so horny again.
**Sophia:** (laughing) Good. That’s the point. Now give the phone to Arjun.
Arjun took the phone.
**Sophia:** Take care of your wife, Arjun. She’s becoming a proper slut. And she needs it. Don’t hold her back too much. But always bring her back home to you.
**Arjun:** I know. Thank you, Sophia.
**Sophia:** Good night, you two. Call me after your next adventure.
The call ended.
Meera looked at Arjun, her eyes full of lust.

**Meera:** I’m so wet right now… hearing her talk like that.
**Arjun:** (pulling her closer) Then come here. Your husband is going to take care of his hungry wife.
They moved to the bedroom, where Meera’s night continued with passionate, possessive sex — a perfect end to a risky, thrilling evening.
Chapter 50: Hard & Raw – Arjun Claims His Wife
The moment Sophia’s call ended, the room fell into a heavy silence. Meera was still sitting naked on the sofa, legs slightly spread, her pussy visibly wet from the dirty conversation. Her long black hair was messy, falling over her breasts. She looked at Arjun with hungry, desperate eyes.
**Meera:** (voice low and needy) Arjun… I’m so fucking wet right now. I need you. Hard.
Arjun didn’t say a word. He stood up, pulled her roughly to her feet, and kissed her like a man possessed — deep, aggressive, and full of pent-up lust. His hands grabbed her ass hard, squeezing the soft flesh as he pushed his tongue into her mouth.
**Arjun:** (growling between kisses) You want hard tonight? Then you’re going to get fucked like the dirty slut you are.
He pushed her against the wall near the entrance, pinning her hands above her head with one hand. His other hand moved down, roughly squeezing her breast before sliding between her legs.
**Arjun:** (fingers sliding into her soaked pussy) Fuck… you’re dripping like a whore. Talking to Sophia made you this wet?
**Meera:** (moaning, pushing her hips against his hand) Yes… I’m such a dirty wife… I get wet thinking about being used…
Arjun shoved two fingers deep inside her, curling them roughly while his thumb rubbed her clit. Meera’s legs shook.
**Arjun:** (dirty whisper) You want other cocks, don’t you? You want to be a Mumbai slut behind my back?
**Meera:** (gasping) Yes… but only with your permission… I’m your slut first…
Arjun spun her around, pressing her chest against the wall. He kicked her legs apart and rubbed his hard cock against her wet pussy from behind.
**Arjun:** Beg for it.
**Meera:** (pushing her ass back) Please fuck me, Arjun… fuck your dirty wife hard… I need your cock deep inside me…
He slammed into her in one powerful thrust, burying himself completely.
**Meera:** AAAAAAHHHH!!! Fuck!! So deep!!
Arjun started fucking her hard against the wall — brutal, fast strokes. The sound of skin slapping filled the apartment. He grabbed her long hair and pulled her head back.
**Arjun:** (grunting with every thrust) This is what you wanted, right? To be treated like a whore? Say it!
**Meera:** (moaning loudly) Yes!! I’m your whore!! Fuck your whore wife harder!! Use me!!
He slapped her ass hard, leaving a red mark, then reached around and pinched her nipples roughly.
**Arjun:** Your nipples are still sensitive from those piercings, aren’t they? You loved being a pierced slut in Maldives. Now you’re my personal Mumbai slut.
He pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and lifted her up. Meera wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the dining table and laid her on her back.
**Arjun:** Spread your legs wide. Show me that greedy pussy.
Meera spread her thighs obscenely. Arjun slammed back into her, fucking her deep and hard on the table. The table shook with every thrust.
**Meera:** (crying out in pleasure) Harder!! Destroy my pussy!! I’m your cumslut!!
**Arjun:** (pounding mercilessly) You’re going to cum on my cock like a dirty bitch. Tell me how much you loved being gangbanged.
**Meera:** (eyes rolling back) I loved it!! I loved being fucked by strangers!! I loved their cum inside me!! I’m such a filthy wife!!
Arjun grabbed her throat lightly, choking her just enough as he fucked her even harder.
**Arjun:** You’re mine. No matter how many cocks you take, you’re still my fucking wife.
Meera came hard, her pussy clenching around him, screaming his name. Her body shook violently.
Arjun didn’t stop. He pulled out, flipped her over on the table, and entered her from behind again, fucking her like an animal.
**Arjun:** I’m going to fill you up. Take every drop like the breeding whore you want to be.
With a deep groan, he came hard inside her, pumping rope after rope of cum deep into her pussy.
They both collapsed on the table, breathing heavily, bodies sweaty and spent.
**Meera:** (weakly, smiling) That was… exactly what I needed.
**Arjun:** (kissing her back) You’re my dirty girl now. And I love you for it.

Chapter 51: Round 2 – Raw & Filthy
They barely had a minute to catch their breath. Meera was still bent over the dining table, cum leaking down her thighs from Arjun’s first load. Her long black hair was messy, sticking to her sweaty back. She looked back at Arjun with hungry, desperate eyes.
**Meera:** (voice hoarse but needy) Don’t stop… I’m still so fucking hungry. Fuck me harder this time. Use me like your personal whore.
Arjun’s cock twitched back to full hardness instantly. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her upright.

**Arjun:** You want it harder? Then you’re going to get treated like the dirty cumslut you are.
He dragged her to the bedroom and threw her onto the bed on her back. Meera spread her legs wide without being told, her pussy swollen and glistening with his cum.
**Arjun:** (climbing on top of her, slapping her face lightly with his cock) Look at this messy cunt. Already full of my cum and still begging for more.
He shoved his cock back into her cum-filled pussy in one brutal thrust.
**Meera:** AAAAAAHHHH!!! Fuck!! So rough!!
**Arjun:** (pounding her mercilessly) This is what you wanted, right? To be a Mumbai slut? To get fucked like a cheap whore behind my back?
**Meera:** (moaning loudly, legs wrapping around him) Yes!! I’m your cheap whore!! Fuck me like one!!
Arjun grabbed her throat with one hand, choking her lightly while slamming into her. His other hand slapped her breasts hard, making them bounce.
**Arjun:** These tits are made for slapping. Say it.
**Meera:** (gasping for air) My tits are made for slapping!! Slap your slut wife’s tits!!
He slapped her breasts repeatedly, turning them red, then leaned down and bit her nipples hard.
**Meera:** (screaming in pleasure) Ahhhh!! Bite me!! Mark me!!
Arjun pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her ass up high.
**Arjun:** Ass up, face down. Like a proper bitch.
He spat on her asshole and shoved his cock into her pussy from behind, fucking her with savage force. The bed creaked loudly with every thrust.

**Arjun:** (pulling her hair like reins) Tell me how much you loved those men in Maldives. Tell me while I fuck you.
**Meera:** (face pressed into the pillow, moaning like a whore) I loved it!! I loved their cocks!! I loved being gangbanged like a cheap slut!! I wanted them to cum inside me!!
**Arjun:** (slapping her ass hard) You’re such a filthy fucking wife. Beg for my cum again.
**Meera:** (pushing her ass back) Cum inside me!! Fill your dirty wife’s pussy!! Breed me like a whore!!
Arjun fucked her even harder, his balls slapping against her clit. He reached under and rubbed her clit roughly while pounding her.
**Meera:** (screaming) I’m cumming!! Fuck!! I’m cumming so hard!!
Her body shook violently as she squirted around his cock. Arjun didn’t slow down. He kept destroying her pussy through her orgasm.
**Arjun:** (grunting) I’m going to fill you again. Take it all, you cum-hungry slut.
With a loud groan, he buried himself deep and exploded inside her, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her womb.
But he still wasn’t done.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and straddled her chest. He shoved his cum-covered cock into her mouth.
**Arjun:** Clean it. Taste your pussy and my cum like a good whore.
Meera sucked him eagerly, cleaning every inch, gagging slightly as he fucked her throat.
**Arjun:** (holding her head down) That’s it. Swallow everything. You’re my personal cumdump now.
After she cleaned him thoroughly, Arjun lay beside her, both of them sweaty and exhausted.

**Meera:** (panting, voice weak but satisfied) That was… exactly what I needed. Thank you for fucking me like a whore.
**Arjun:** (pulling her into his arms) You’re my dirty wife. And I love you for it.
They lay together in silence, bodies tangled, the Mumbai night quiet outside their window.
To be continued

[Hotgiri]

Very hot update,
Please add hot pics and gif to
Make it more spicy

[Givemeextra]

Beautiful - Hope she succeeds eventually and has a threesome [stuffing all her holes]

[SanjuR]

Nice update bro.

It's good to have failures which makes fire inside her. Let's see the next adventures whether others can fuck her or arjun only take care of her.

Waiting for more exhibitionisms.

[LustyLeo]

Very hot

[rajumehat]

super sexy story please update

[xbiilove]

Title My wife'd bull doesn't suit the story. It is not one person she wants to share her. She is sex maniac

[The_Ramukaka]

Title My wife'd bull doesn't suit the story. It is not one person she wants to share her. She is sex maniac

More like.. title to be.... My Wife's Bull Hunt !

[Sigan007]

More like.. title to be.... My Wife's Bull Hunt !

No My Wife's Bull - From Honeymoon to Hotwife 

One  More Question Asking 

Meera Next With ?

[Sigan007]

Chapter 53: The Blackmail Knock

Five days had passed since Meera’s risky naked return and the security office masturbation incident. Life in the apartment had gone back to a tense normal. Arjun was at the office for a full day shift, and Meera was alone at home. It was 11:30 AM. Meera was wearing a simple light blue cotton nighty, no bra, her long hair tied in a loose bun. She was in the kitchen preparing lunch when the doorbell rang. She walked to the door and looked through the peephole. It was Ramesh — the elderly watchman.
**Meera:** (opening the door slightly) Uncle? Is everything okay?
**Ramesh:** (looking nervous but determined) Madam… I need to talk to you. It’s important. Can I come inside?
Meera hesitated, but let him in. Ramesh stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He was holding his phone in his hand.
**Meera:** What is it, Uncle?
Ramesh didn’t speak immediately. He opened his phone, tapped on the gallery, and turned the screen towards her. The video started playing. It was clear footage from the security camera in the basement parking area — Meera running completely naked from the car to the lift, her breasts bouncing, ass jiggling, everything visible. The timestamp showed the night she returned from the highway stripping.
**Meera:** (eyes widening in horror, face turning pale) Uncle… how did you…?
**Ramesh:** (voice low) I saw the recording the next morning. I kept it. I didn’t delete it.
Meera’s legs felt weak. She took a step back and sat down on the sofa, her hands shaking.
**Meera:** (voice trembling) Please… delete it. I beg you. My husband will see it. My life will be ruined.

**Ramesh:** (standing in front of her, voice firm) I’m not going to delete it, Madam. Not yet.
Meera looked up at him with teary eyes.
**Meera:** (voice breaking) What do you want, Uncle? Money? I’ll give you whatever I have. Please don’t show this to anyone.
Ramesh stayed silent for a few seconds, his eyes roaming over her body in the thin nighty.
**Ramesh:** I don’t want money. I saw how you behaved that night… and in the security office. You came to me willingly. You showed me everything. You touched yourself in front of me. Now I want more.
**Meera:** (tears falling) Uncle… please… I was just being stupid. It was a mistake. Don’t do this.
**Ramesh:** (stepping closer) You enjoyed it. I could see it in your eyes. Now you’re going to do whatever I say. Otherwise, this video goes to your husband, to the society members, and to your family back in Coimbatore. I have your address from the records.
Meera’s face went white. She started crying softly.
**Meera:** (sobbing) Please Uncle… I’ll do anything. Just don’t send it to anyone. I’m begging you.
**Ramesh:** (voice becoming harder) Stand up. Remove your nighty. Let me see you properly again.
Meera stood up slowly, tears running down her cheeks. She pulled the nighty over her head and stood completely naked in front of the 55-year-old watchman.
**Ramesh:** (eyes hungry, staring at her body) Turn around. Slowly.
Meera turned, showing him her naked ass and back.
**Ramesh:** Bend over and spread your ass.

Meera bent forward, reached back with trembling hands, and spread her ass cheeks, exposing her pussy and asshole completely.
**Ramesh:** (voice thick) Look at you… a rich man’s wife standing naked and spreading her holes for an old watchman. You’re really a whore, aren’t you?
**Meera:** (crying softly) Yes Uncle… I’m a whore… please don’t ruin my life…
**Ramesh:** (stepping closer, running his rough hand over her ass) Good. From now on, whenever I want, you will come to the security office or wherever I call you. You will do whatever I say. Understand?
**Meera:** (whispering) Yes Uncle… I understand.
Ramesh squeezed her ass hard, then slapped it.
**Ramesh:** Good girl. Now get on your knees and show me how sorry you are.
Meera slowly dropped to her knees in front of him, tears still flowing, but her body betraying her with wetness between her legs. The old watchman had her exactly where he wanted.

Chapter 54: The Watchman’s Big Demands
It was 10:30 AM on a Wednesday. Arjun had left for office early. Meera was alone in the apartment when her phone rang. It was Ramesh — the watchman.
**Ramesh:** (on call) Madam, come to the security office now. I need to talk to you. Don’t make me wait.
Meera’s heart sank. She knew she couldn’t refuse. She quickly changed into a simple salwar kameez and went downstairs.
She entered the small security office. Ramesh locked the door behind her.
**Ramesh:** (sitting on his chair, looking at her) Lock the door properly.

Meera locked it and stood in front of him, nervous.
**Ramesh:** (cold voice) I’ve been thinking a lot these days. You’re not just a one-time slut for me. I want more. Much more.
He leaned back and continued.
**Ramesh:** From now on, every weekend — Saturday and Sunday — you will be my **Weekend Slave**. You will come to my small room behind the society (or I will come to your apartment when your husband is not there). You will stay with me the entire day. You will cook for me, clean my room, and most importantly — you will serve me sexually however I want. No limits. Morning to night. You will call me “Master” during those two days.
Meera’s face went pale.
**Meera:** (voice trembling) Master…? Every weekend? But… my husband…
**Ramesh:** (interrupting) Your husband doesn’t need to know. You will tell him you’re going for yoga or shopping or visiting a friend. I don’t care what lie you tell. But you will belong to me on weekends.
He continued with the second demand.
**Ramesh:** Second thing — **Public Humiliation Dates**. Every week, at least once, you will go out with me in public. I will choose the place. You will wear whatever I tell you to wear. Sometimes a saree, sometimes something slutty. I will take you to malls, parks, cinemas, or markets. While we are out, you will behave like my secret mistress. I will touch you in public, make you do risky things, and humiliate you in small ways. You will smile and obey like a good slut.
**Meera:** (tears forming) Uncle… please… this is too much. Weekend slave and public dates? How can I manage all this? My husband will suspect…
**Ramesh:** (smiling darkly) That’s your problem, Madam. You should have thought about it before showing me your naked body and fingering yourself in front of me. Now you have no choice.

He stood up and walked closer to her.
**Ramesh:** Imagine this — every Saturday morning, the moment your husband leaves, you will come to me. You will remove all your clothes at the door and stay naked the whole day for me. You will cook for me naked. You will clean my room naked. You will suck my cock whenever I snap my fingers. You will bend over and spread your ass whenever I want to fuck you. And at night, before your husband returns, you will bathe, dress properly, and go back home like a loyal wife.
**Meera:** (crying softly) Please… I can’t do this every weekend…
**Ramesh:** (touching her cheek) You can. And you will. Because if you don’t, that video of you running naked in the basement will reach your husband, your family, and the entire society WhatsApp group.
He paused, then continued with the public part.
**Ramesh:** For the public dates… one day I might take you to a crowded mall. You will wear a saree with a very deep blouse. I will make you bend down in front of strangers to pick up things. Another day, we might go to a park. I will finger you on a bench while people are walking around. You will smile and act normal while my fingers are inside you. You will learn to enjoy the humiliation.
**Meera:** (sobbing) Uncle… I’m a married woman… how can I do all this?
**Ramesh:** (holding her chin firmly) You stopped being just a married woman the day you showed me your naked body. Now you are my weekend slave and my secret public slut. Accept it.
He stepped back and sat down again.
**Ramesh:** This weekend is the first one. Saturday morning 9 AM sharp, come to my room. Bring your makeup and sexy clothes. I will decide what you wear. If you’re even one minute late, the video goes out.
**Meera:** (whispering, defeated) Yes… Master.
**Ramesh:** (smiling) Good girl. Now lift your kameez and show me your breasts before you leave.
Meera slowly lifted her salwar kameez, exposing her breasts. Ramesh stared at them for a long time, then nodded.
**Ramesh:** You can go now. Remember — this weekend you belong to me.
Meera lowered her top, wiped her tears, and walked out of the security office with a heavy heart.
Her new life in Mumbai had taken a dangerous, humiliating turn.

Chapter 55: The Confession to Arjun
Meera stepped into the apartment, her legs feeling weak. The salwar kameez she wore felt heavy on her body. Her hands were still trembling from the conversation with Ramesh. She locked the door and leaned against it for a moment, trying to steady her breathing. Arjun was in the living room, working on his laptop. He looked up and immediately sensed something was wrong.
**Arjun:** Meera? What happened? You look pale.
Meera didn’t answer immediately. She walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, staring at the floor. Tears started forming in her eyes.
**Arjun:** (closing his laptop, moving closer) Baby, talk to me. Did something happen?
Meera took a deep, shaky breath. Her voice came out broken.
**Meera:** Arjun… the watchman… Ramesh… he has a video.
**Arjun:** Video? What video?
**Meera:** (tears falling) The night I came home naked… from the highway. The basement camera captured everything. Me running naked from the car to the lift… my breasts bouncing… everything. He kept the video. He didn’t delete it.
Arjun’s face went still. He sat down beside her.
**Meera:** (sobbing softly) He showed it to me today. He said if I don’t do what he wants, he will send it to you, to our families, and to the society group. He… he made two big demands.
She wiped her tears and continued, her voice trembling.
**Meera:** First… every weekend, Saturday and Sunday, I have to be his **Weekend Slave**. I have to go to his room or he will come here when you’re not home. I have to stay naked the whole day, cook for him, clean for him, and serve him sexually however he wants. I have to call him “Master”.
**Arjun:** (silent, jaw tight)
**Meera:** Second… **Public Humiliation Dates**. At least once a week, I have to go out with him in public. He will choose the place — mall, park, cinema. I have to wear whatever he says and let him touch me, humiliate me in small ways while people are around. He said I have to smile and obey like his secret slut.
She broke down completely, crying into her hands.
**Meera:** I’m so sorry, Arjun… I never thought it would come to this. I was stupid. I enjoyed the thrill and now it’s backfiring. He said if I refuse even once, the video goes out. I don’t know what to do…
Arjun sat silently for a long time, processing everything. His hands were clenched. There was pain in his eyes, but also something darker — arousal.
**Arjun:** (voice low) So… an old watchman is blackmailing my wife to be his weekend whore and public slut.
**Meera:** (crying harder) Yes… I feel so cheap. I feel like I ruined us.
Arjun pulled her into his arms and held her tightly while she cried. After a few minutes, he spoke softly.
**Arjun:** I’m angry. I’m jealous. I’m hurt. But… I’m also not surprised. After everything we did in Maldives, this was bound to happen one day. We opened a door we can’t close easily.
**Meera:** (looking up at him) What should I do? Should I tell him no? Even if he sends the video?

**Arjun:** (after a long pause, voice heavy) No. Don’t say no. Not yet.
**Meera:** (shocked) Arjun…?
**Arjun:** Listen to me carefully. I accept it. I accept his demands. But with one condition — he should never know that I know. Let him think this is your dirty little secret. That you’re betraying me behind my back. That will make it more humiliating for you… and more exciting for me.
**Meera:** (eyes wide) You… you want me to do this?
**Arjun:** (nodding slowly) Yes. I want you to go through with it. Be his weekend slave. Go on those public dates with him. Let him use you. But every single time, you will tell me everything afterwards. Every detail. Every touch. Every word he says. I want to know how my wife is being used by an old watchman.
He wiped her tears.
**Arjun:** This is your hunger, Meera. And it’s also mine. We’ll keep it secret from him that I know. Let him think he’s controlling you. But between us… no secrets.
**Meera:** (whispering) You’re really okay with this? Even if he fucks me every weekend? Even if he takes me out in public and humiliates me?
**Arjun:** (voice thick with complex emotions) It’s going to hurt. It’s going to make me jealous like hell. But yes… I’m okay with it. Because I love the version of you that wants this. I love the dirty, hungry Meera. And I want to see how far she can go.
Meera hugged him tightly, crying into his chest.
**Meera:** I love you so much… even when I become a whore for someone else.
**Arjun:** (stroking her hair) And I love you… even when you’re someone else’s weekend slave.

They stayed like that for a long time — husband and wife, holding each other while accepting a dangerous new chapter in their marriage.
Chapter 57: The Cheap Local Theatre Date
It was a Sunday evening. Ramesh had sent Meera a message at 5 PM: Wear your oldest, faded cotton saree. No bra. No panty. Come to the gate at 6:30. We are going to theatre. Behave like my cheap wife.Meera stood in front of the mirror, her heart pounding. She had chosen an old, **faded dark green cotton saree** that she used to wear during her early college days. The saree was thin, slightly worn out at the edges, with small tears near the hem. The matching blouse was old, tight, and sleeveless, with two buttons missing at the top, making her deep cleavage clearly visible. She tied the saree low on her hips, exposing a wide strip of her soft waist and navel. No bra, no panty underneath. She looked at herself — homely but cheap, exactly like a low-class wife. At 6:25 PM, she walked down. Ramesh was waiting near the gate wearing a **white lungi** and a faded blue shirt, his usual off-duty look. He looked her up and down with hungry eyes.

**Ramesh:** (smiling crudely) Wah… look at my weekend wife. Come, Ayesha. We are going to the cheap theatre near the railway station. Old movie. Dark hall. Perfect for us.
Meera walked two steps behind him like an obedient wife as they left the society. They took a local auto to the old single-screen theatre. The auto driver kept glancing at Meera’s exposed waist and cleavage in the mirror.
**Ramesh:** (loudly, for the driver to hear) My wife is looking beautiful today, no? After two children also her body is still tight.
Meera’s face burned with shame, but she stayed silent.
They reached the old theatre. Ramesh bought two balcony tickets for an old Tamil movie. The hall was half-empty, mostly men, dark and smelling of cheap incense and sweat. Ramesh made Meera sit in the last row, corner seat. As soon as the lights dimmed, he pulled her pallu down roughly.
**Ramesh:** (whispering) Pallu thooku. Show your husband your breasts.
Meera slowly lowered her pallu. Her deep cleavage and the side of her breasts became visible in the flickering movie light.
**Ramesh:** (putting his rough hand inside her blouse) No bra? Good girl. Your nipples are already hard.
He pinched and twisted her nipples while watching the movie. Meera bit her lip to suppress moans.
**Ramesh:** (dirty whisper) Look around. All these men came to watch the movie. But I brought my own live show. My cheap wife’s tits are in my hand.
He pulled her blouse down on one side, fully exposing her left breast. He squeezed it hard, tugging the nipple.
**Meera:** (whispering, voice shaky) Master… people might see…
**Ramesh:** (laughing quietly) Let them see. You are my weekend whore. Spread your legs.
Meera slowly parted her thighs. Ramesh’s hand went under her saree, straight to her bare pussy. He pushed two thick fingers inside her while still playing with her exposed breast.
**Ramesh:** So wet already. Your real husband is at home thinking you went for shopping. And here you are — sitting in a cheap theatre with your legs open for an old watchman.
He fingered her faster, curling his fingers inside her. Meera gripped the seat, trying not to moan loudly.
**Meera:** (breathing heavily) Master… I’m going to cum… please slow…
**Ramesh:** Cum like a cheap slut. No one can hear you in this noisy theatre.
Meera came hard on his fingers, biting her own pallu to muffle her moans. Her body shook in the seat.
**Ramesh:** (pulling his wet fingers out and wiping them on her pallu) Good wife. Now suck your husband’s cock.

He unzipped his lungi and pulled out his hard cock. Meera bent sideways in the dark theatre and took him into her mouth. She sucked him slowly while the movie played loudly.
**Ramesh:** (holding her head down) That’s it… suck like the theatre whore you are. Your husband is paying for this apartment and you are sucking a poor watchman’s cock in a cheap theatre.
He face-fucked her gently for a few minutes, then came in her mouth. Meera swallowed everything obediently.
**Ramesh:** (patting her head) Good girl. Now sit properly. We still have one hour of movie left.
For the rest of the movie, he kept his hand inside her saree, occasionally fingering her and playing with her breasts. Meera sat there like a used wife — pallu down, blouse open, legs spread, cum still on her tongue.
When the movie ended, Ramesh adjusted her saree roughly and walked out with her.
**Ramesh:** (while walking back) Next weekend will be even dirtier. I have plans for you.
Meera walked silently beside him, her body sore, her mind spinning with shame and dark excitement.
Her life as the watchman’s weekend wife was becoming real.

Chapter 58: Meera’s Confession – The Theatre Night

It was 10:45 PM. Meera and Arjun had just finished dinner. The apartment was quiet. Meera had changed into a simple white nighty, but her mind was still replaying everything that happened in the cheap local theatre. She sat on the sofa, legs folded, looking nervous. Arjun noticed her silence and sat beside her.
**Arjun:** You’ve been quiet since you came back. What happened today?

Meera took a deep breath. Her hands were shaking slightly. She looked at him with guilty, tear-filled eyes.
**Meera:** Arjun… I need to tell you everything. No hiding. I went with the watchman today… to a cheap local theatre.
Arjun’s body tensed, but he stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.
**Meera:** (voice trembling) He told me to wear my oldest, faded cotton saree. I chose that dark green one I used to wear in college. It’s thin and worn out. I didn’t wear anything underneath — no bra, no panty. When I met him at the gate, he looked at me like I was already his property.
She paused, swallowing hard.
**Meera:** We took an auto to that old single-screen theatre near the railway station. The moment we entered the balcony, he made me sit in the last row corner seat. As soon as the lights went off, he pulled my pallu down completely.
**Arjun:** (breathing heavier) And then?
**Meera:** (eyes down, voice low) He opened my blouse. Two buttons were already missing, so my breasts were almost fully exposed. He started squeezing them hard… pinching and pulling my nipples. He kept whispering, “Look at my cheap wife’s tits… so big even after marriage.”
She wiped a tear.
**Meera:** Then he put his hand inside my saree… no panty, so he directly touched my pussy. He pushed two thick fingers inside me while the movie was playing. I was so wet, Arjun… I couldn’t control it. He fingered me hard, curling his fingers, rubbing my clit. I had to bite my pallu to stop moaning loudly.
**Arjun:** (voice thick) Did anyone see?
**Meera:** (shaking her head) I don’t think so… it was dark. But the risk… knowing people were sitting just a few rows ahead… it made me cum so hard on his fingers. I felt like a cheap theatre whore.

She continued, her voice getting quieter.
**Meera:** After I came, he made me suck his cock. Right there in the theatre. I bent sideways and took him in my mouth. He held my head and fucked my throat slowly. He came in my mouth, Arjun… I swallowed everything. Then he made me sit with my legs spread for the rest of the movie while he played with my breasts and pussy.
Meera looked at Arjun with tears in her eyes.
**Meera:** I felt so dirty… so humiliated. An old watchman treating me like his personal slut in a cheap theatre. But at the same time… I was so aroused. My body betrayed me completely. I came twice. I hated myself for enjoying it.
She held Arjun’s hand tightly.
**Meera:** I’m sorry… I know this is painful for you. But I promised I would tell you everything. No secrets. This is what happened today.
Arjun stayed silent for a long time, processing everything. His hand was gripping hers tightly. There was pain in his eyes, but also clear arousal.
**Arjun:** (voice low) So… my wife went to a cheap theatre with the watchman… sat there like a slut with her breasts out… let him finger her… sucked his cock… and swallowed his cum… while I was at home thinking you went for shopping.
**Meera:** (crying softly) Yes… I’m so sorry.
**Arjun:** (pulling her closer, voice mixed with lust and hurt) Don’t be sorry. This is what we agreed to. It hurts… but it also turns me on like crazy. Tell me one thing — when he was fingering you… did you imagine it was me? Or did you enjoy it because it was him?
**Meera:** (whispering honestly) Both. I felt ashamed because it was him… but that shame made me wetter. I kept thinking “I’m a married woman… and I’m letting this old watchman use me like a whore in a theatre.”
Arjun kissed her forehead, then her lips.

**Arjun:** Thank you for telling me everything. I love you. Even when you do these things… you still come back to me and tell me the truth. That means everything.
Meera hugged him tightly, crying into his chest.
**Meera:** I love you too… even when I become a slut for other men.
They stayed like that for a long time — husband and wife, holding each other after another dark confession.

Chapter 55: The Watchman’s Bold Demand

It was a Wednesday afternoon. Arjun had left for office early and would return only late in the evening. Meera was alone in the apartment, wearing a simple light blue cotton salwar kameez, her long hair tied in a loose bun. She was in the kitchen preparing lunch when the doorbell rang. Meera opened the door. Ramesh, the elderly watchman, stood there in his uniform, looking serious.

**Meera:** (surprised) Uncle? Is everything okay?
**Ramesh:** (stepping inside without waiting) Close the door, Madam.
Meera closed the door, her heart beating faster. Ramesh walked straight to the sofa and sat down comfortably, as if he owned the place.
**Ramesh:** (looking around the apartment) Nice house. Your husband must be earning well.
Meera stood a few feet away, tense.
**Meera:** Uncle, why did you come? Arjun is not home.
**Ramesh:** (smiling coldly) I know. That’s why I came now. Sit down.

Meera sat on the single sofa opposite him, her hands folded tightly in her lap.
**Ramesh:** (leaning back) I’ve been thinking a lot these days. You are not just a weekend toy for me. I want more. Much more.
He paused, then continued in a firm voice.
**Ramesh:** From next week onwards, for one full week, you will be my wife. Not just on weekends. For seven full days, whenever your husband is at office or out of station, you will come to my room or I will come here. You will cook for me, clean for me, and serve me like a real wife. You will call me “Master” or “Husband” during that time. And at night, before your husband returns, you will bathe, dress properly, and behave like a loyal wife again. Meera’s face turned pale. She stood up suddenly, anger flashing in her eyes.
**Meera:** (voice rising) What are you saying, Uncle?! Have you gone mad?! I am a married woman! How dare you come to my house and say such things?!
She stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face.
**Meera:** (shouting) Get out! Get out of my house right now! I will tell my husband everything! I will complain to the society! You have no shame!
Ramesh touched his cheek, his eyes turning dark with anger. He slowly stood up.
**Ramesh:** (cold, dangerous voice) You slapped me? After everything you did? After showing me your naked body, after fingering yourself in my office, after letting me use you?
He took out his phone and opened the video. He played it — clear footage of Meera running naked from the car to the lift, her breasts bouncing, everything visible.
**Ramesh:** (holding the phone up) One message. That’s all it takes. This video goes to your husband, your parents in Coimbatore, and the entire society WhatsApp group. Within one hour, everyone will know what kind of woman you are.

Meera’s anger drained away instantly. Her legs felt weak. She sat down heavily on the sofa, tears filling her eyes.
**Meera:** (voice breaking) Please Uncle… don’t do this. I beg you. I was stupid. I made a mistake. Please delete the video.
**Ramesh:** (standing over her) I will not delete it. But I can keep it secret. Only if you obey me. One week. Seven days. You will be my wife. You will do everything I say. No arguments. No hesitation.
Meera sat there crying silently for almost a minute. Her shoulders shook.
**Meera:** (whispering, defeated) What if my husband finds out?
**Ramesh:** That’s your problem. You are smart. You will manage. If you obey me properly, no one will ever know. But if you refuse even once… the video goes out.
Meera looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. Her voice was barely audible.
**Meera:** (broken) Okay… I will do it. One week. I will be… your wife.
**Ramesh:** (smiling darkly) Good girl. Starting from next Monday. When your husband leaves for office, you will message me. I will tell you what to wear and what to do. Now wipe your tears and behave normally. Your husband will be home soon.
He turned and walked towards the door. Before leaving, he looked back.
**Ramesh:** One more thing. Next week, you will call me “Husband” when we are alone. Understand, wife?
Meera nodded silently, tears still flowing. Ramesh left, closing the door behind him. Meera sat on the sofa for a long time, crying quietly. The weight of what she had just agreed to slowly sank in. Her new life as the watchman’s secret wife for one week was about to begin.
Chapter 55: The Secret Burden
Meera stood frozen in the living room long after Ramesh had left. The apartment was quiet. The only sound was the distant Mumbai traffic and her own heartbeat. She slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, her hands shaking. She didn’t cry immediately. She just stared at the floor, her mind completely blank for a few minutes. Then the reality hit her like a wave.
**Meera’s Inner Thoughts:**
*I agreed… I actually agreed to be his wife for 7 days.Not just weekends. Seven full days. I have to cook for him, clean for him, sleep with him, call him “Husband”… while Arjun is at office thinking I’m at home being a loyal wife.How did I let it come to this? If I tell Arjun… he will be devastated. He already accepted my hunger with so much pain. If he knows an old watchman is blackmailing me and forcing me to be his wife for a week… it will break him. He might do something rash. He might lose his job. Our life in Mumbai will be over. No. I can’t tell him. Not this time. I have to do this alone. I have to protect him. I have to protect us. 7 days. Just 7 days. I can endure it. I will be Ramesh’s wife during the day when Arjun is at office. At night, I will come back and be Arjun’s wife again. I will smile. I will cook for him. I will love him like nothing happened.* This is my punishment. For enjoying Maldives too much. For opening this door. For becoming greedy She stood up, walked to the balcony, and looked at the city lights. Tears finally rolled down her cheeks.
**Meera:** (whispering to herself) Forgive me, Arjun… I love you more than anything. That’s why I can’t tell you. I will carry this shame alone.
She wiped her tears, took a deep breath, and went to the kitchen. When Arjun came home that evening, Meera greeted him with a warm, loving smile — the same smile she always gave him.
**Meera:** Welcome home. How was your day?
She behaved completely normal. She served him dinner, asked about his office, laughed at his jokes, and later that night made love to him with extra passion — as if trying to wash away the guilt with love. But inside, her decision was made She would not tell Arjun For the next 7 days, she would secretly become Ramesh’s wife. And no one — not even her husband — would know.

The next morning, after Arjun left for office, Meera received a message from Ramesh: “Monday morning 9 AM sharp. Come to my room. Wear a simple saree. No makeup. Be ready to serve your husband.”** Meera read the message, took a deep breath, and replied with a single word:
**“Okay.”**
She looked at herself in the mirror.
**Meera:** (whispering) This is my choice. I will bear it alone.
She started preparing herself for her first secret day as the watchman’s wife.
Chapter 57: The Lie – Friend’s Wedding
It was Wednesday night. The apartment was quiet after dinner. Arjun was relaxing on the sofa, watching the news. Meera came out of the kitchen, wiped her hands on a towel, and sat beside him. She looked nervous but tried to hide it. She rested her head on his shoulder and stayed silent for a long time. Arjun noticed.
**Arjun:** What’s wrong? You’ve been quiet since evening.
Meera took a deep breath. Her heart was beating fast. She had rehearsed this lie many times in her mind.
**Meera:** Arjun… Pooja called me today.
**Arjun:** Pooja? Your college best friend?
**Meera:** Yes. Her cousin’s wedding is next week. It’s a big family function in a small town near Coimbatore. Pooja is handling everything alone because her mother is not well. She was crying on the phone. She has no one to help with shopping, decoration, guest management, and all the rituals. She begged me to come for one week.
**Arjun:** One full week? That’s long.
**Meera:** (nodding, voice soft) I know. But she has no other close friends free. Everyone is busy with jobs or kids. She said if I don’t come, she doesn’t know how she’ll manage. I felt really bad saying no.

Arjun looked at her, thinking.
**Arjun:** Chennai or Coimbatore side?
**Meera:** A small town near Coimbatore. The wedding is on Friday next week, but preparations start from Monday. I thought I could take a train on Monday morning and return the following Sunday evening.
**Arjun:** (slightly concerned) One week is a long time. I can try to take leave for the weekend and come.
**Meera:** (quickly shaking her head) No, please don’t. You have that big project deadline. If you come, you’ll also get stuck with family functions. Better I go alone, finish everything fast, and come back. It’s only 7 days.
She paused, then added gently:
**Meera:** Plus… after Maldives and all the changes we’ve been through, I feel like I need some time with my old friends. To breathe. To remember the old me. And to think about who I am now. I’ll call you every day. I promise.
Arjun stayed silent for a few seconds, studying her face. Meera tried to keep her expression calm, but inside she was breaking.
**Arjun:** (finally sighing) If it’s that important for you and Pooja, then go. But be safe. Message me when you reach. And come back as soon as the wedding is over. The apartment feels empty without you.
**Meera:** (hugging him tightly, voice cracking a little) I’ll miss you. One week only. Then I’ll be back home.
She buried her face in his chest so he wouldn’t see her tears. The lie felt like a heavy stone in her stomach.
**Meera’s Inner Thoughts (while hugging him):**
*I’m lying to the man who accepted all my darkness. I’m going to spend one week as another man’s wife. Cooking for him. Sleeping with him. Calling him Master. And I can’t even tell you the truth because I’m scared of breaking you. Forgive me, Arjun… I’m doing this to protect our marriage. To protect you from that video. I love you more than my life. That’s why I’m lying to you.
Later that night, they made love. Meera was extra clingy and passionate, as if trying to make up for the betrayal she was about to commit. She rode him slowly, looking into his eyes the entire time.
**Meera:** (whispering while moving on him) No matter what happens this week… I’m still your wife. Only yours in my heart.
**Arjun:** (holding her hips) I know, baby. Come back soon.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms. Meera stayed awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling, tears silently rolling down her cheeks.
The decision was made. She would not tell Arjun the truth. For the next 7 days, she would live as Ramesh’s wife. And no one — not even her husband — would know.
Chapter 59: The Departure
It was Saturday night, 8:45 PM. The apartment in Bandra was quiet. Arjun was getting ready to leave for an urgent office meeting that had come up suddenly. Meera stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom, carefully dbanging her saree. She had chosen a beautiful, neatly ironed deep maroon silk saree** with a thin gold border — elegant, traditional, and expensive-looking. The saree was dbangd perfectly, sitting gracefully on her hips without being too low. She wore a matching sleeveless blouse that was modest but still highlighted her figure. Her long black hair was neatly combed and tied in a traditional braid with fresh jasmine flowers at the end. Light makeup, a small bindi, and simple gold earrings completed the look. She looked every bit the graceful, homely Tamil wife — the Meera that Arjun had married. But inside, her heart was heavy.

**Meera’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*This is the last time I’m dressing like this for my husband… for the next 7 days, I will be someone else’s wife. A slum wife. A watchman’s wife. I have to lie to the man I love the most. God… forgive me.*

Arjun walked into the bedroom, adjusting his shirt.
**Arjun:** (smiling softly) You look beautiful. Like the day we got married.
**Meera:** (turning to him, forcing a smile) Thank you. I wanted to look good for the wedding function.
**Arjun:** (pulling her close) I’m really sorry I can’t come with you. This project emergency came up suddenly. I’ll try to finish it fast and join you for the weekend if possible.
**Meera:** (hugging him tightly, hiding her face in his chest) It’s okay. You focus on work. I’ll manage. Pooja needs me there.
Arjun kissed her forehead.
**Arjun:** Call me when you reach the station. And message me every day. I’ll miss you.
**Meera:** (voice cracking slightly) I’ll miss you too… more than you know.
They held each other for a long moment. Meera fought back tears. This hug felt heavier than any she had given him before.

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Arjun drove her to Mumbai Central Railway Station. The car ride was quiet. Meera kept looking out the window, her pallu neatly placed, her hands folded in her lap. When they reached the station entrance, Arjun stopped the car.

**Arjun:** Platform number? I’ll come inside with you.
**Meera:** (quickly) No, no. It’s crowded. You have your meeting. I’ll be fine. The train is on time.
Arjun looked at her for a second, then nodded. He helped her take her small bag from the boot.

**Arjun:** Take care. Call me when you board.
**Meera:** (hugging him one last time) I love you.
**Arjun:** I love you more.
He got back into the car and drove away, waving at her. Meera stood at the station entrance with her small bag, watching his car disappear into the traffic. Tears filled her eyes.
**Meera’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*This is the last time I’m seeing you as your pure wife… For the next 7 days, I will be another man’s wife. Forgive me, Arjun.*


Chapter 59: The Transformation at the Station

Mumbai Central Railway Station was crowded even at night. Meera stood near Platform 4, her elegant maroon silk saree and neatly braided hair making her look completely out of place among the tired travelers. Ramesh stood beside her, holding a small, old carry bag. He looked at her from head to toe and gave a satisfied, cruel smile.
**Ramesh:** Time to change, wife. You can’t travel like a rich woman. You are coming as my slum wife.
He handed her the small, dirty carry bag.
**Ramesh:** Inside are your new clothes for the next 7 days. Go to the public toilet near Platform 3 and change completely. Everything — saree, blouse, bra, panty, inskirt. Leave your expensive clothes there. Come back wearing only what I gave you. No makeup. Tie your hair in a simple, messy bun. Understand?
**Meera:** (voice barely audible, eyes down) Yes… Husband.
She took the bag with trembling hands and walked towards the public toilet. The station was noisy, people rushing everywhere. No one knew the elegant woman in the silk saree was about to change into a completely different life. The public toilet near Platform 3 was filthy. The smell of urine, cheap phenyl, and dampness hit Meera the moment she entered. The floor was wet and dirty. There were no proper doors — just half-broken partitions. Meera found an empty stall, locked the shaky door, and stood there for a moment, breathing through her mouth. Tears filled her eyes.

**Meera’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*This is really happening… I’m going to remove my beautiful saree in this dirty toilet and wear whatever this old man gave me. Like a real low-class wife.*

She slowly removed her pallu, then unwrapped the expensive maroon silk saree. It fell to the dirty floor. She unhooked her sleeveless blouse and let it drop. Then her bra. Finally, her petticoat and panty. She stood completely naked in the filthy public toilet stall, her expensive clothes lying on the wet floor. She opened the carry bag Ramesh had given her.

Inside were:
- An old, faded dark green cotton saree with stains and small holes.
- A cheap, tight black blouse with missing buttons.
- An old, discolored bra.
- A torn, yellowed panty.
- A worn-out inskirt.

Meera’s hands shook as she dressed. First the old bra, then the torn panty. The inskirt. Then the faded saree. She dbangd it low on her hips like a typical low-class wife. The blouse was tight and short, making her breasts look bigger. She tied her long hair into a messy, unkempt bun with an old rubber band she found in the bag. No makeup. No bindi. No jewelry.

She looked at her reflection in the cracked, dirty mirror. A completely different woman stared back — a tired, low-class, slum wife.
**Meera’s Inner Thoughts:**  
*I look like a servant… like a poor man’s wife. This is what I agreed to. For 7 days.*

She took one last look at her expensive clothes lying on the dirty floor, then walked out of the toilet. Ramesh was waiting near the platform. When he saw her, his eyes lit up with dark satisfaction.
**Ramesh:** (smiling) Now you look like my real wife. Come.
Meera walked two steps behind him like an obedient wife. They boarded the crowded general coach. The train was packed. Ramesh found a small space near the toilet area. He sat on the floor and made Meera sit between his legs, her back against his chest.
The train started moving with a jerk.
**Ramesh:** (whispering in her ear, his hand resting on her waist) From now on, you are Ayesha. My wife. For 7 full days. No escape. No rich woman attitude. You will cook, clean, and spread your legs like a good slum wife.
**Meera:** (whispering, voice shaking) Yes… Husband.
The train picked up speed, carrying Meera into seven days of a life she had never imagined. Ramesh’s hand slowly moved under her pallu, resting on her bare waist as the train rattled through the night. The journey to her new temporary life had begun.

Chapter 60: The Train Journey – Becoming Ayesha

The general coach was crowded, noisy, and smelled of sweat, food, and cheap tobacco. Meera sat on the floor near the toilet area, her back pressed against Ramesh’s chest. The faded dark green cotton saree felt rough against her skin. The cheap black blouse was tight and short, making her breasts look bigger. Her long hair was tied in a messy, unkempt bun. No makeup. No bindi. She looked exactly like a tired, low-class wife traveling with her husband. Ramesh had one arm wrapped possessively around her waist, his rough hand resting on her bare midriff. His fingers occasionally traced her navel, making her shiver.
**Ramesh:** (whispering in her ear as the train rattled) From this moment, you are Ayesha. My wife. Say it.
**Meera:** (softly, voice barely audible over the train noise) I am Ayesha… your wife.
**Ramesh:** (smiling, his breath hot on her neck) Good. Now behave like a proper wife. Rest your head on my shoulder.
Meera obeyed, resting her head on his shoulder. The train was packed with people — families, laborers, and daily commuters. No one paid much attention to the quiet couple in the corner.
But Ramesh did not let her rest. His hand slowly moved under her pallu, cupping her breast through the thin blouse. He squeezed it possessively, pinching her nipple.
**Ramesh:** (whispering) No bra? Good girl. Your nipples are hard already. Are you excited to be my slum wife for 7 days?
**Meera:** (breathing faster, whispering) Yes… Husband.
**Ramesh:** Louder. No one can hear in this noise.
**Meera:** (slightly louder) Yes, Husband… I’m excited.
Ramesh chuckled and slid his other hand under her saree, between her legs. He found her bare pussy and slowly rubbed her clit.
**Ramesh:** So wet already. My wife is dripping in a crowded train. What a cheap slut you are.
Meera bit her lip hard to stop moaning. The train jerked and swayed, making his fingers press deeper. People were sitting all around them, but no one noticed what was happening in the corner.
**Ramesh:** (fingering her slowly) Tell me what you are.

**Meera:** (whispering, voice trembling) I’m your cheap slum wife… your weekend whore… I belong to you for 7 days…
**Ramesh:** Good. Now sleep like a wife. Put your head on my lap.
He made her lie down with her head on his lap, facing his crotch. He covered her with her pallu like a caring husband. But under the pallu, he unzipped his lungi and pushed his cock into her mouth.
**Ramesh:** (whispering) Suck your husband while you sleep. Slowly. No noise.
Meera sucked him gently under the pallu as the train moved through the night. The rhythmic motion of the train helped her take him deeper. Ramesh stroked her hair like a loving husband while she serviced him. After some time, he came quietly in her mouth. Meera swallowed everything without spilling a drop.
**Ramesh:** (patting her head) Good wife. Now sleep. We have a long journey.
Meera rested her head on his lap, eyes closed, tasting his cum on her tongue. The train continued its journey north, carrying her deeper into her new temporary life. Throughout the night, Ramesh woke her up twice more — once to suck him again, and once to finger her under the pallu while other passengers slept around them.
**Ramesh:** (whispering while fingering her) Imagine your real husband sleeping peacefully in Mumbai. And here you are — sucking and getting fingered by an old watchman in a dirty general coach. This is your life for 7 days.
By morning, Meera was exhausted, sore, and mentally drained. The train finally reached the small station near the Rajasthan border. Ramesh helped her down from the train like a caring husband. Meera walked two steps behind him, carrying one of the bags, looking every bit the obedient, low-class wife. The 7-day journey as Ramesh’s slum wife had officially begun.


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