Adultery Noida wife's descent into Quicksand ( New Novel)

[SilverArrow]

Let monica tease everyone all through the marriage. On d day of first night, she mistakenly drinks the grooms milk with bhaang and aphrodisiac. She can't control herself then. Ustad and others use this opportunity and so does other villagers with women watching. The whole haveli is echoing once again with the voices and suggestions of enhanced pleasure. The married couple also spend their night in haveli also. Soon it becomes an orgy. Rakesh is all drunk and down because of marriage functions.

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Mon has already got everyone drooling on her because of her sexy dress and pushup bra. On the day or marriage also she wears something extremely sexy. This makes everyone even more crazy on her. Everyone in village is trying to touch her somehow. All male elders use name of 'tradition' to touch her in some way. Even the groom keeps drooling on her.

Later when marriage is completed, mon come to know that suhaag raat will take place in the haveli as a tradition. Everyone is intoxicated because of marriage. The whole village reaches the haveli coz the village had a crazy tradition of open suhaag raat so that they can make the dulha dulhan give each other maximum pleasure.

As monika was already living in the haveli, she was given the responsibility of giving aphrodisiac to bride so that she can give it to the groom but she makes the mistake and eats the aphrodisiac my mistake and gives normal milk to the groom. She starts feelin the heat in herself in sometime and seeing the wedding couple enjoy, she can't control herself as well.

She also enjoys with ustad publicly, with others also guiding them. The groom also joins them making it a threesome and later other elders of the village also join in. The aphrodisiac wears off later but because of bhaang others are intoxicated for days, making her go gangbang for days, till they doze off like rakesh dis right in the beginning. Or we can also make rakesh join all along without even knowing what is happening.

Mon knew all that was happening but she said nothing controlled everything and enjoyed the bukkake for days, the way she wanted.

[SilverArrow]

Mon has already got everyone drooling on her because of her sexy dress and pushup bra. On the day or marriage also she wears something extremely sexy. This makes everyone even more crazy on her. Everyone in village is trying to touch her somehow. All male elders use name of 'tradition' to touch her in some way. Even the groom keeps drooling on her.

Later when marriage is completed, mon come to know that suhaag raat will take place in the haveli as a tradition. Everyone is intoxicated because of marriage. The whole village reaches the haveli coz the village had a crazy tradition of open suhaag raat so that they can make the dulha dulhan give each other maximum pleasure.

As monika was already living in the haveli, she was given the responsibility of giving aphrodisiac to bride so that she can  give it to the groom but she makes the mistake and eats the aphrodisiac my mistake and gives normal milk to the groom. She starts feelin the heat in herself in sometime and seeing the wedding couple enjoy, she can't control herself as well.

She also enjoys with ustad publicly, with others also guiding them. The groom also joins them making it a threesome and later other elders of the village also join in. The aphrodisiac wears off later but because of bhaang others are intoxicated for days, making her go gangbang for days, till they doze off like rakesh dis right in the beginning. Or we can also make rakesh join all along without even knowing what is happening.

Mon knew all that was happening but she said nothing controlled everything and enjoyed the bukkake for days, the way she wanted.

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[The_Ramukaka]

Monica with the oldie men grouping up for haldi fun

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Monica realising maybe she shudnt have obliged.....

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Monica partly relishing thr extra attention
Oldies haldying Monica and prolly spent in their dhotis

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Monica and Ustad in courtyard having whiskey

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“Wait, Ustad Miyan,” Monica said, her voice dropping into a lazy, direct purr as she looked at him over her bare shoulder. “The only way getting this dried paste off is if this blouse comes off. Can you untie it for me, please?”

“Turn around,” he said. His voice was a low, calm rumble, treating the request with the casual ease of a friend helping out, though his dark eyes flared as they locked onto her profile.



Monica turned her back to him with a slow, deliberate grace. She reached up, gathering her thick, dark hair and dbanging it entirely over her left shoulder to give him total access. Ustad stepped in close, his massive frame instantly blocking out the afternoon sun and trapping her in his shadow. His large, rough fingers caught the first golden silk string at the top of her spine. He untied it slowly, letting the silk slip loose against her skin.






“The second one is knotted pretty tight,” Ustad remarked, his knuckles deliberately brushing against her bare skin right above the band of her bra.

“Then just pull it. I don't care if it rips,” Monica murmured, leaning back slightly into his broad chest, completely relaxed under his touch. “It’s already ruined anyway.”

With a firm, steady tug, Ustad unknotted the string. The emerald blouse parted completely.




Monica shrugged her shoulders, letting the heavy silk slide down her arms. Ustad caught the fabric and tossed it carelessly onto the dry side of the wooden cot behind them.

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“You want to clean off the paste ..No ?” Ustad asked, reaching for the bar of soap on the ledge.
“Oh yes, If you are done cleaning, you can help me a bit, the mud is pricking me now honestly Ustad Miyan….Reminds me of Holi we used to play in college” Monica laughed..
“Wait ..let me help you scrub!!!”
He wet the soap under the rushing water, working up a thick, white lather between his massive palms. He stepped close, his eyes locked on her face as he gently pressed his soapy hands against her collarbones. His rough palms slid down, carefully spreading the slippery white foam across her fair skin, tracing the edge of her bra. Monica closed her eyes, letting out a soft, breathy sigh as his warm, calloused hands massaged the soap into her skin.
Ustad’s hands stayed right at the edge of her bra.




The water  had completely soaked the white Bra, making it turn see-through and cling tightly to her skin. His large, rough thumbs casually brushed against the wet Bra, feeling her warmth underneath.
“Be Gentle Ustad Miyan..you are hurting me” Monica playfully pouted…

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As Monica stepped out of the quiet safety of the bride's room, her hands smoothed down her hips. She looked down at 
She turned around, pulling her wet hair over her shoulder. Her fingers reached behind her back and unclipped the hook with a quick click. The straps slid down her arms, and she turned back to face him, completely bare from the waist up.
Monica stood entirely naked from the waist up, baring herself completely to the golden afternoon light.
Her breasts were incredibly full and heavy — perfect teardrop-shaped 36D that swayed and jiggled with every breath. Against her creamy, pale skin, her wide, dark chocolate areolas stood out beautifully, the thick, puffy edges framing tight, rock-hard nipples that had stiffened into prominent, aching peaks in the cool air.
She hid her tits with her hands and told “Ustad Miyan , do it very quickly..I am completely topless..I can’t be like this in front of you for long!!”





Ustad saw Monica stunned to see the beauty of her naked tits “Monica it’s you who is taking time and not me.. now give that Bra off to me and stand straight !”
She held out the wet bra with two fingers.
Ustad took the Bra from her hands…“Don't just throw it on the dirt. It's a damn expensive Bra… ”
Ustad took it and tossed it onto the dry wooden khatiya, his eyes fixed on her bare tits.. He took a deep breath, his voice turning raspy. “Wow. Monica, you really have a gorgeous body. Rakesh is an idiot if he doesn't appreciate this every single day.”

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Monica replied shyly “Ustad Miyan….Please!!!!  You can admire them later, now for God sake do quickly what you are 
Ustad grinned and evil grin “ Oh as if you don’t know what we men usually discuss… when you have such beautiful tits you should know these for sure”
Monica gave the soap to Ustad “Shh..later ..I am feeling really cold Miyan Saab .… I am already shivering….”
As Monica slightly turned, Ustad held her shoulder in a bear like fist and applied the lather on her upper back smeared with mud and haldi…
“Ustaad Miyan..don’t be a badmaash now . …I am fucking naked. Do it properly na..Please” Monica snapped playfully
Ustad scrubbed it harder and replied “ Wait Monica don’t rush…your skin will be damaged if you rush like this”

[The_Ramukaka]

Ustad stepped in close and put his big, rough hands directly onto her bare breasts.
“Ahhhh.. Ustad Miyan.. slowly …” Monica gasped in anticipation.
The contrast was intense — his hands were massive and dark against her soft, milky-white skin. He didn't handle her gently; he immediately started squeezing and massaging her heavy flesh in firm, circular motions, molding her entire weight in his grip. His thumbs rubbed heavily over her hard nipples, pressing them down into the foam.
Monica gasped again, quickly grabbing his muscular shoulders to steady herself as a wave of pure pleasure hit her.

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Ustad rubbed the bar of soap between his huge palms until they were covered in a thick white lather. He stepped in close and put his big, rough hands directly onto her bare breasts.

“Ahhhh.. Ustad Miyan.. slowly …” Monica gasped in anticipation.
The contrast was intense — his hands were massive and dark against her soft, milky-white skin. He didn't handle her gently; he immediately started squeezing and massaging her heavy flesh in firm, circular motions, molding her entire weight in his grip. His thumbs rubbed heavily over her hard nipples, pressing them down into the foam.
Monica gasped again, quickly grabbing his muscular shoulders to steady herself as a wave of pure pleasure hit her.
“God, Ustad Miyan.... What is wrong with you ?  You're being really rough,” she panted, her chest heaving against his palms.
“I'm just being thorough,” Ustad muttered, his fingers digging in to lift her heavy breasts, cleaning away the yellow haldi stains near her underarms. “A body like this needs proper attention, Monica..”
Monica let out a lazy laugh, her head leaning back against his chest as his rough skin kept frictioning against her sensitive nipples. “ 

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On the night of the wedding which was next day , The heavy beat of the dhol vibrated through the floorboards of Bheem’s mountain home, competing with the crackle of open bonfire pits and the rich aroma of slow-cooked mutton curry and marigold garlands. The wedding celebrations had reached their glorious, chaotic peak. Lanterns swung from the pine beams above, casting a warm golden glow over the crowded courtyard.
Monica wore a sleek designer lehenga that clung to her curves, her phone held high in her other hand as she recorded the vibrant mountain dancers.
Monica laughed, leaning back into Rakesh, who was standing beside her in a fitted black sherwani. "Rakesh, why didn't our Delhi wedding have this much energy? This is wild!"
Rakesh smiled "Because my mom would have had a heart attack if someone brought a live brass band into the marriage hall, sweetheart."
Bheem,  pushed his way through the crowd toward them, clutching three fresh drinks. "Having fun, you two?"
"Fun is an understatement, Bheem," Monica purred, taking a fresh glass from him and tapping it against his. "The traditions you guys have is gorgeous. But honestly... what are we supposed to do tomorrow once all this frenzy dies down? The wedding is over, the guests are leaving, and Rakesh and I are stuck here for another two days. We’re going to die of sheer boredom"
Bheem threw his head back and laughed loudly. "Bored? In these mountains? Not a chance! If you want real scenery—you should visit Ustad’s ancestral village. It’s barely an hour's drive down the valley trail!"
"Ustad Miyan has a village near here?" Monica blinked, turning her head toward Ustad, who was leaning against a wooden pillar a few feet away
"Oh, it's a stunning place," Bheem added, oblivious to the sudden shift in Ustad’s posture. "Lush land, orchards, Though... Ustad Miyan here acts like it doesn't exist. He hasn't set foot there in ages!"
Monica’s eyes locked onto Ustad, a sharp, curious smirk playing on her lips. "Is that so? Ustad Miyan... why are you hiding a secret paradise from us?"
Ustad took a slow sip of his rum "It's nothing special, Monica. Just a very remote village prone to dangerous landslides!”
He turned and walked away toward the bonfire.
The next morning, Rakesh had quickly booked a beautiful Homestay amidst the higher reach of the mountains. He had booked two rooms – one for himself and Monica and another for Ustad and Bheem. But Bheem politely declined citing lot of post wedding rituals he had to take care
As, Rakesh drove the SUV along a narrow, winding mountain road toward the secluded homestay on the far side of the valley, Monica stretched out lazily on the seat next to Rakesh and Ustad royally lifted his body on the backseat of the car.
“So, Ustad Miyan,” Monica asked, her voice dropping into a smooth, inquisitive purr. “Are you going to tell us why you dodged the question yesterday? Bheem said your native village is barely an hour from here.”
Ustad stared out at the passing pine trees, taking a slow breath. “It’s an old, complicated story, Monica. Nothing worth dragging you two into.”
“Oh, please,” Monica scoffed playfully, rolling her eyes. “We’re trapped in a car with you for the next two hours. We have all the time in the world. Spill.”
Rakesh glanced sideways from the rear-view mirror. “Yeah, Ustad. What’s the secret?”
Ustad smiled “No mystery here Rakesh Bhai. Just some tiff with my family”
Rakesh nodded “We can go and sort it out for you Ustad Bhai..”
Ustad cleared his throat “ No Rakesh , nothing to sort that way , anyway I’m an orphan …so it’s not exactly my parents” he said simply, his rough voice cutting through the hum of the engine.
“Oh then ?” Monica looked back at him
“My uncle and aunt raised me in the village until I turned eighteen. After that, I packed a bag and went to Delhi to build my own life.”
He paused, resting his thick arm on the door frame.
“A few years ago, my uncle took a massive mortgage loan from a family in the village. When he couldn’t pay it back, they struck a deal: they’d write off the debt if I came back, married their daughter, settled down, and start farming because they don’t have a son of their own”
Monica’s jaw dropped slightly. “A forced village marriage? You?”
“I run a business in Delhi; I had zero interest in becoming a village farmer”
Ustad grunted. “So to shut them down once and for all, I lied. I told my uncle I had already done a secret love marriage with a city girl in Delhi. My aunt and uncle demanded I bring her home to prove it. Since no such girl existed, I haven’t stepped foot in my own ancestral village for a year”
Monica laughed “ Lol… Please you are so obsessed with your betting ring, when will you have time to marry and settle down Ustad Miyan”
“That’s wild,….you had to shut yourself off from your own roots ..That’s quite unfortunate” Rakesh muttered, navigating around a sharp turn. “So what happened to your share of the family property?”
“They confiscated it,” Ustad replied darkly. “My uncle locked up my ancestral land, claiming that since I abandoned the family and broke the village honor, I get nothing.”
Monica leaned further back, her eyes sparkling with indignation. “That is utterly nonsense! They stole your own land over a  debt which they took? That’s weird ..really ”
Ustad smiled “ Yea…so point going to my village guys , we would enjoy in the homestay”
Rakesh paused for a while before speaking “ Ustad Bhai, Do you need us to help anyway ? I mean we can try talking to your uncle or aunt”
Ustad laughed “ It’s tribal village Rakesh.. not any sophisticated town, they won’t listen ..Anyway”
Monica tapped her chin, a sly, dangerous smirk spreading across her lips. “Wait… so if you walked into that village today with a gorgeous Delhi wife on your arm…”
“ Yes…then the problem disappears,” Ustad finished calmly.
“My aunt and uncle lose their excuse, the other family backs off, and I claim my rightful land back before severing ties with them forever.”
Silence fell over the car for a long moment, broken only by the crunch of tires on gravel.
“Wait…” Rakesh stammered, his eyes widening in the rear-view mirror as he looked at Ustad. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”
Ustad didn’t turn around. “ Rakesh…I’m not asking for anything. I’m just telling you the situation”
“Monica?” Rakesh asked nervously. “You’re not actually considering this, are you?”
“Why not?” Monica shot back smoothly, her tone laced with pure city audacity. “Ustad Miyan is getting cheated out of his own inheritance by a bunch of greedy village elders. I just need to pretend to be Ustad Miya’s newly married wife for a day.. or may be two at max!”
“Monica, this is crazy risky!” Rakesh argued, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. “In this digital age, what if someone looks you up? What if they find out you’re actually married to me?”
Ustad let out a deep, booming laugh.
“ Well…Rakesh, my village doesn’t even have a stable mobile tower, let alone 4G internet. Half the elders don’t even know how a smartphone works. It’s completely off the grid.”
“Still…” Rakesh hesitated, visibly sweating under the tension “ You don’t know who gets to know what ?”
Seeing Rakesh’s anxiety, Ustad’s expression hardened into his usual dominant authority
“ Hey Look, both of you—if you’re uncomfortable, forget I ever mentioned it. Lets drop the topic right now.”
“No, Ustad, don’t be like that,” Rakesh stammered, flustered. “Well I really want to help you out in this situation…I’m not trying to be the bad guy! I just… I am…just that ..I don’t think this will work out!! ”
“Relax, Rakesh,” Monica chimed in, leaning over to pat her husband’s shoulder with a condescending, maternal sweetness. “You won’t even be in the crosshairs. The acting bit is difficult for me ..No ? You can just play the role of Ustad’s close friend who witnessed our ‘marriage’ and brought us here.”
“A witness?” Rakesh blinked.
“Well..Yes Monica  .Exactly ..I thought the same” Ustad added “Having a gentleman city friend like Rakesh vouch for us makes the story ten times more believable. They won’t question a single word.”
Rakesh hesitated “ Yea..I mean what about details if they ask me?”
Ustad scoffed and gave him a violent look “ How difficult is that Rakesh ? Just tell a believe able story of where me and Monica met.. ..and then tell some stuff about court marriage only when they ask… Don’t screw things up if not asked or probed”
Rakesh nodded like an obedient anxious kid “ O..Ohoo…okay “
Monica smirked, her inner drama queen fully awakened. “How far is this village of yours, Ustad Miyan?”
“About forty miles down this trail,” Ustad replied “But Monica don’t think newly married bride move around in tight jeans and Top in our village… Do you have a proper saree the one newly married wears ?”
Monica smiled “ Oh guess what .I actually got a red bridal saree ..thought it will be good for the wedding… but did not feel like wearing eventually..guess I can make that count now”
“Rak, pull the car over in that quiet clearing ahead,” Monica ordered with a commanding flick of her wrist. “You two boys get out. I will wear the saree in the car itself”
Ustad nodded “ Yes that’s better..so that my folks don’t see you in these skinny jeans at all”
Rakesh pulled the SUV onto a deserted, dirt turnout surrounded by towering mountain pines. He and Ustad stepped out into the crisp mountain air, as Monica smiled and said “ Guys please don’t peep inside..I will be changing and I hardly have any cover inside the car”
Rakesh and Ustad walked down the gorge and leaned against a culvert..
“Ustad Miyan..... man, tell me the truth," Rakesh muttered under his breath "Are you sure about this? Look at her... she doesn't look like any village girl. She looks every bit a snooty corporate girl! "
Ustad let out a low, gravelly chuckle that vibrated in his chest. "That's the whole point, Rakesh. My uncle expects some quiet, meek girl he can bully. Bringing a woman like Monica—confident,  unbothered—will freeze the blood in his veins before he even opens his mouth."
Rakesh looked nervously, the sheer absurdity—and hidden, forbidden thrill—of his wife transforming into his best friend’s bride on a deserted mountain road turned his blood into liquid fire. He kept telling himself
“Whats happening is not correct. I should stop Monica.. these lies are dangerous… I must stop this crazy shit”
Rakesh nervously fidgeted with his wrists and kept hitting a loose rock with his feet ..he kept repeating in his head
“No way he is actually seeing this happen..Ustad and his family story just not seem quite innocent… he should stop this “
Ustad shook him off “ Rakesh bachcha…what is making you so worried…idiot ? It’s just an act …just think how my chutiya uncle had been cheating and blackmailing me ..and Monica is a smart girl …she won’t give away .why are you so scared ?”
Rakesh adjusted his voice “ No .Ustad Bhai.. nothing let’s go ….Is she done yet?” Rakesh swallowed hard.
When Monica stepped out into the mountain sunlight, both men froze dead in their tracks.
She was breathtaking. Monica had dbangd herself in a heavy, deep crimson bridal silk saree with intricate gold zari work. The deep red fabric contrasted wildly against her fair, creamy skin. But it was the blouse that stole the show—tailored for a traditional look, the tight blouse strained violently against the sheer volume of her 36D tits…The plunging neckline offered an unapologetic, jaw-dropping display of deep cleavage that heaved with every breath she took.
Ustad was first to compliment “ you look stunning sweetie”
“Good lord, Monica,” Rakesh whispered, his eyes wide, instantly noticing how his wife kept trying to pull the silk blouse up over her cleavage, only for her massive breasts to spill right back out.
“How are you going to walk into an old-fashioned village looking like that? Your blouse is so tiny…Your cleavage is on full display!”
“Oh, shut up, Rakesh don’t be such a prude..” Monica cooed, adjusting her heavy gold earrings with a cheeky grin. “Newlywed city brides dress to impress. Besides Ustad Miya’s wife shouldn't look like she's hiding under a blanket. That won’t rub any salt on his uncle’s face..No ?
She turned toward Ustad, holding out a delicate gold chain mangalsutra.
"I am not able to put this properly” Monica whispered, her eyes locking onto Ustad
"Tie this around my neck, Miyan Saab. Properly."
Ustad didn’t hesitate. He stepped into her personal space, his massive, dark frame towering over her..  “ Yea..Turn around” he rumbled softly.
Monica turned her back to him, lifting her dark hair over her left shoulder, exposing her slender neck and bare upper back.
Rakesh stood just two feet away, watching in mesmerized, agonized silence. Ustad reached out, his massive, calloused, dark hands wrapping around her fair throat to clasp the gold chain. His large fingers deliberately lingered against her warm skin, his broad palms brushing heavily against the tops of her exposed breasts as he secured the knot.
Monica didn’t shrink back; she leaned subtly into his touch, letting out a soft, contented sigh as the symbol of marriage settled against her deep cleavage.
Rakesh observed how Monica’s cleavage was so close to Ustad’s hands, the sacred symbol of marriage how possessively Ustad was tying across Monica … that possessive spark spoke a thousand unsaid words as Rakesh kept repeating in his confused horny head
“No I should have never allowed this ..This so called best friend of mine is so possessive about my own wife..just look at the way he is tying the mangalsutra on her neck… he should never ever allowed this ..does not matter how noble the cause was..this is dangerous game..”
“Thanks, Miyan Saab,” Monica purred softly, glancing up at him through thick eyelashes before turning to Rakesh with a mischievous wink. “It fits perfectly.”
Ustad took the driver’s seat, his large hands gripping the steering wheel with effortless command. Monica slid into the front passenger seat right beside him, smoothing her red silk saree over her thighs.
Rakesh was relegated to the back seat, sitting directly behind them like a quiet, bewildered guest.
As the SUV bumped down the dusty, unpaved trail into the heart of the remote mountains, the air inside the car changed completely. The quiet boundary between them dissolved into an intoxicating, kinky game of pretend.
“Now remember, sweetie” Ustad teased, glancing at Monica’s chest as the rough road made her heavy breasts bounce rhythmically under the thin silk. “In my village, a loving wife doesn’t call her husband by his name. You have to be respectful.”
Monica let out a loud, sassy laugh, turning in her seat to rest her arm on Ustad’s shoulder. “Oh, really? Should I touch your feet every morning, Miyan Saab? Or maybe massage your massive shoulders when you come back from the fields?”
Ustad grinned, Rakesh observed how he reached over with his left hand, casually resting his large, heavy palm directly on Monica’s thigh, his fingers tracing slow, possessive circles. There was something so possessive and intensely uncomfortable with that scene that Rakesh head was almost spinning..
His mind screamed in full volume
“ No Rakesh ..you should not have let this happen… you should not trust your best friend..No you should not..he is your best friend..but afterall he is a rogue betting goonda ..no Rakesh you should have stopped this …right away you should have stopped..”
Watching his sexy glamorous wife snuggle up against Ustad, listening to her stroke his ego with lazy, romantic purrs, sent a searing wave of heat straight down between his legs. His trousers felt unbearably tight. He was terrified, utterly confused, and intensely aroused by the sheer scandal of what they were about to pull off. He was rock hard underneath fearing it would show if either Ustad or Monica turned back… his mind again and again screamed in silence ..he was having a defeaning headache …
Ustad slowed the SUV to a crawl, resting his hand firmly over Monica’s soft, silk-clad thigh one last time before pulling into the central courtyard of his ancestral home.

[qazmlp]

Fantastic turn of events and very sensual buildup.

[Muhammad Hasan]

Dear Author, Please add spaces Between conversations. It will be great for us to read.

And give us update fast please.

Thank You.