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Before she could respond, Ramesh folded his hands once more. “Namaste, Memsaab. Apna khayal rakhna.”

He turned and walked away, merging into the evening crowd without looking back.
Ritu stood frozen on the roadside, her heart beating faster than it should. The words kept echoing in her mind.
“Aapka ghar toh hai hi aisa ki har koi jaanna chahe…”
Was it a threat? A taunt? Or simply a crude compliment? She couldn’t tell. But the unease it left behind was real. It felt as if Ramesh was quietly telling her that he still remembered everything — every sound, every touch, every moment of weakness — and that the night they shared was not something she could simply bury and forget.
An auto finally stopped in front of her. Ritu climbed in, but the discomfort refused to leave. All the way home, Ramesh’s words kept turning in her head like a slow, poisonous whisper.
Ritu entered the apartment, shoulders heavy with exhaustion. The lights were dim, and Arjun sat at the dining table, laptop open, fingers moving across the keyboard with quiet focus. He looked up as she approached and closed the laptop.
Without a word, he stood and pulled her into his arms.
Ritu stiffened at first, then slowly melted against him. The familiar warmth of his chest, the steady beat of his heart — for a moment, it felt like safety.
Arjun stroked her back gently. “Kya hua? Aajkal bahut tension mein rehti ho tum. Main dekh raha hoon… dark circles aa gaye hain.”
Ritu’s eyes stung. She buried her face deeper into his shoulder, her throat tight. “Mujhe dar lag raha hai, Arjun,” she whispered, voice cracking. “Meri job chali jayegi.”
Arjun pulled back slightly, cupping her face. “Kyun? Tumne toh kaha tha downsizing ka plan cancel ho gaya hai.”
Ritu shook her head. “Haan, woh baat sach hai… lekin financial year khatam hone wala hai. Do biggest clients ne abhi-abhi company chhod diya hai. Revenue mein bahut bada hit pada hai. Office mein hawa ud rahi hai. Har din nayi khabar aa rahi hai.”
Arjun listened quietly, then pulled her closer again. “Koi baat nahi. Jab company ko loss hota hai, tab bhi woh apne best employees ko nahi chhodte. Tum unke liye asset ho, Ritu. Din-raat mehnat karti ho. Unhe pata hai tum kitni valuable ho.”
His words offered some comfort, but Ritu’s mind refused to settle. She kept thinking about the uncertain future — the salary package she currently enjoyed, the lifestyle they had built. If she had to switch companies now, would she get anything close?
Arjun sensed her lingering worry. He tilted her chin up and kissed her forehead softly. “Oh my baby… itna tension mat lo. Sab theek ho jayega.”
He brushed his thumb gently under her eyes, tracing the faint dark circles. Then, slowly, he leaned in and kissed her.
At first it was tender — a quiet reassurance. But as their lips moved, the kiss deepened. Arjun’s hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer. Ritu responded, her fingers curling into his shirt. For a few precious moments, the weight of the world faded. Their mouths moved with growing hunger, breaths mingling, bodies pressing together.
Arjun’s hand moved upward, cupping her breast through her kurti. He squeezed gently, then with more need.
A soft moan escaped Ritu’s lips.
But in that very moment, a flash of memory hit her like cold water — Ramesh’s rough hands on the same breasts, the way he had pinned her down, the raw, animalistic way he had taken her in the guest room. And then today’s unsettling encounter on the roadside — his words, his knowing smile.
Ritu suddenly stiffened and pulled away.
Arjun stopped immediately, searching her face. “Ritu…?”
She shook her head, stepping back. “Sorry… bas… aaj mood nahi hai.”
Arjun looked disappointed for a second, but he nodded understandingly. He didn’t push. “Theek hai. Koi baat nahi.”
Ritu gave him a small, tired smile and walked toward the bedroom, leaving Arjun standing there, quietly wondering what was truly troubling his wife.

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Overall atmosphere note:
Days were slipping by in this uneasy rhythm. Arjun remained buried in his never-ending workload. Ritu threw herself into her job with fierce determination, hoping that if downsizing eventually came, her performance would protect her. But deep down, both of them could feel the ground beneath their feet slowly shifting — cracks spreading wider with every passing day.
Time flowed like water — swift, silent, and unforgiving. One full month slipped by almost unnoticed.
For Ritu and Arjun, very little had changed. The same mountain of work, the same endless deadlines, and the same crushing weight of EMIs and household expenses continued to press down on them. The home loan, car loan, maintenance charges, and rising cost of living refused to loosen their grip. Every salary credited to their accounts felt like it disappeared before they could even breathe.
The fragile peace they had managed to create was slowly fraying at the edges.
Between Sarla and Arjun, the passionate fire that had burned so intensely began to cool. Their stolen encounters, once urgent and frequent, grew fewer and farther between. Arjun’s initial hunger had dulled into occasional, almost mechanical need. Sarla still offered herself willingly whenever he reached for her, but even she could sense the shift — the raw excitement had faded into habit. The thrill of secrecy was slowly being replaced by the quiet monotony of routine.
Ritu, on the other hand, had become almost invisible at home. She left early for office and returned late, often carrying her laptop to bed. Her mind was consumed by work — presentations, client calls, strategy meetings, and the constant shadow of possible restructuring. She barely had energy left for conversation, let alone quality time with Arjun.
Evenings that once held at least some warmth now passed in exhausted silence. Arjun would sit with his own laptop, Ritu with hers. They spoke about bills, about schedules, about the next EMI due — but rarely about each other. The growing distance between husband and wife was becoming harder to ignore, even if neither of them wanted to name it.
Sarla moved through the apartment with her usual quiet efficiency, but her sharp eyes missed nothing. She watched the subtle cooling of Arjun’s interest. She watched Ritu’s increasing detachment. And somewhere deep inside, she adjusted her plans accordingly.
The house still stood tall on the twelfth floor, beautiful and expensive.
But inside, the foundations had already begun to tremble.
Only one month remained.
Ramesh sat on the edge of the old charpoy, a glass of cheap whiskey in one hand. With the other, he gripped a thick handful of Sarla’s dark hair, guiding her head as she worked between his thighs.
Sarla’s mouth moved with practiced skill — slow, wet strokes followed by deep, hungry suction. Saliva dripped from the corners of her lips onto his thick shaft. She pulled back for a moment, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to the glistening head of his cock.
“Ek mahina hi bacha hai,” Ramesh muttered, taking a swig from the glass. “Humara plan ab tez karna padega. Warna mauka haath se nikal jayega aur saath mein paisa bhi.”
Sarla wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at him, breathing heavily. “Sahi keh rahe ho. Jis hisab se mera plan chal raha tha, woh ab ruk sa gaya hai. Na main Ritu ke paas pahunch pa rahi hoon, na Arjun ke. Ritu mujhse bilkul door ho gayi hai.”
She lowered her head again, taking his cock back into her warm, wet mouth, sucking him with renewed focus.
Ramesh groaned, fingers tightening in her hair. “Ab humein kuchh aisa karna hoga jisse dono pati-patni ko ek saath dabaya ja sake. Ab tak humne unko alag-alag pakda tha. Lekin ab woh kaam nahi chalega. Dono ko ek saath apne jaal mein fasana hoga. Tab jakar hum aise saboot jama kar payenge jinse hamesha ke liye unka gala pakad sakein.”
Sarla pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet pop. She sat up straighter on her knees, looking directly into his eyes.
“Mere paas ek plan hai,” she said quietly. “Lekin ise bahut dhyan se istemal karna hoga. Galti hui toh sab kuch haath se nikal sakta hai.”
Their eyes met. A slow, dangerous smile spread across both their faces at the same time — the kind of smile shared by people who had played this game before and knew exactly how to win it.
Ramesh took another sip of whiskey, then pushed Sarla’s head back down toward his lap.
“Toh phir taiyar ho jao,” he murmured. “Ek mahine mein hum in dono ko hamesha ke liye apna bana lenge.”
The next morning, as Ritu was leaving for office, she paused at the door and called out toward the kitchen.
“Sarla, tum aaj jaldi chali jaana. Aaj office mein half day hai, main jaldi ghar aa jaungi.”
Without waiting for a reply, she stepped out.
Unbeknownst to her, Arjun had already left for “office” much earlier than usual. In reality, he had taken the day off.
Sarla was alone in the flat. She finished a few chores, then settled on the sofa, switched on the television, and picked up her phone.
“Takreeban do baje gate pe aa jaana,” she said quietly when Ramesh answered. “Aur haan… logon ki nazar se bach ke aana. Sambhal ke.”
At 1:30 PM, Ritu’s cab stopped outside the society gate. She looked tired, her shoulders slumped under the weight of another long day. She took the lift up, unlocked the front door, and stepped inside.
The drawing room was not in its usual neat condition. Cushions were slightly out of place. A glass of water stood forgotten on the centre table. It looked as if Sarla had left the cleaning unfinished.
Ritu frowned. She placed her bag on the sofa and was about to call out when she heard it — a rhythmic creaking sound coming from the bedroom, accompanied by low, guttural moans and the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
Her heart skipped a beat. Slowly, on silent feet, she moved toward the bedroom door.
It was ajar — just a few inches — enough for her to see everything.
Arjun had Sarla on all fours on their marital bed. He was mounted behind her like a man possessed, one hand tangled tightly in her hair, pulling her head back as he slammed into her with deep, powerful strokes. His other hand gripped her hip, fingers digging into her flesh. Sarla’s heavy breasts swung wildly with every brutal thrust. Her moans filled the room.
Arjun was fucking her with raw, animalistic hunger — nothing like the gentle, sometimes tired lovemaking he shared with Ritu. He leaned forward, biting Sarla’s shoulder and neck, growling as he drove deeper.
“Fuck… kya chut hai…” he panted, yanking her hair harder.
Sarla moaned loudly, pushing back against him. “Haan Saab… zor se… aur zor se chodo mujhe…”
Ritu stood frozen at the door, unable to believe her eyes. The man she had thought was simply stressed and overworked — the same man who had been too tired for intimacy with her for weeks — was ravaging Sarla like a starved beast. The passion, the aggression, the sheer intensity… she had never seen this side of Arjun.
For a few seconds, pure shock held her in place. Then the shock curdled into something far darker — hot, burning anger.
Yeh? Mere ghar mein? Mere bed pe? Jab main office ki tension mein doob rahi hoon, tab yeh dono…
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. The betrayal cut deep, sharper than she had expected. She had thought both of them were fighting the same battles — financial pressure, exhaustion, trying to hold their marriage together. But this… this was something else entirely.
Ritu’s anger was rising like a tidal wave, threatening to drown everything. The sight of Arjun — her husband — pounding into Sarla on their marital bed with such raw, shameless hunger was too much. Every thrust, every moan, every filthy word felt like a knife twisting in her chest.
For a few seconds, pure shock held her frozen. Then clarity cut through the rage.
Yeh had paar kar chuka hai. Ab main is rishte mein nahi rahungi.
Even as the thought burned in her mind, a quieter voice reminded her of her own betrayal with Sarla. But that guilt was quickly swallowed by the fire of betrayal she felt toward Arjun. She pulled out her phone with shaking hands and recorded a short 15–20 second video — clear enough to show everything.
Without making a sound, she stepped back, turned, and left the apartment.
Her mind was made up. She would go straight to the relatives they both respected — the ones they treated like guardians. She would show them the proof. No one would point fingers at her after seeing this. She would end this marriage with dignity and expose Arjun for what he had become.
She took the lift down. Her hands were still trembling when the doors opened in the basement parking area. She stepped out, walking briskly toward the exit.
“Namaste, Madam.”
Ritu didn’t stop.
“Ritu Madam… namaskar.”
The voice was louder this time. She turned.
Ramesh stood a few steps away, hands folded respectfully.
Ritu’s frustration boiled over. “Kya hai? Abhi mood nahi hai baat karne ka.”
Ramesh didn’t back off. “Madam, sirf do minute. Please.”
Ritu tried to walk past him, but Ramesh gently caught her wrist — not roughly, but firmly enough to stop her.
“Chhodiye mera haath!” she snapped.
“Madam, please bura mat maniye,” Ramesh said quickly, releasing her immediately and folding his hands again. “Main bas aapse kuchh kahna chahta hoon. Sirf do minute.”
Ritu exhaled sharply, her patience hanging by a thread. “Theek hai. Jaldi bolo.”
Ramesh looked down, his voice heavy with emotion. “Madam, main jaanta hoon main aapke saamne apna chehra dikhane ke layak nahi hoon. Jo raat hui thi… uske liye main aapse mafi maangta hoon. Main us raat thoda zyada piya hua tha. Emotion mein aa gaya tha. Control kho baitha tha. Main jaanta hoon maine aapko bahut chot pahunchayi.”
Ritu’s jaw tightened. “Us raat ko yaad karne ki koi zarurat nahi hai.”
“Bilkuul madam,” Ramesh said softly. “Main bhi yahi kehna chahta tha ki main us raat ko kabhi dobara yaad nahi dilunga. Lekin… ab mujhe aur ek baat bataani hai.”
He paused, then continued, voice cracking slightly. “Madam, main apni biwi se bahut pyar karta hoon. Woh meri jaan hai. Par mujhe shak ho raha hai ki woh kisi aur ke saath… aapke pati ke saath…”
Ritu stared at him.
Ramesh’s eyes were wet. “Maine kai baar uske kapdon mein kisi gair mard ka perfume notice kiya hai. Madam, main bardasht nahi kar sakta ki koi aur meri biwi ko haath lagaye. Ek baar mujhe pata chal jaaye woh aadmi kaun hai… main usko sabak sikhaunga.”
For a moment, Ritu’s overwhelming anger toward Arjun softened just a fraction. She saw genuine pain in Ramesh’s eyes — the same pain she was feeling.
Ramesh folded his hands tighter. “Madam, aap bade dil wali hain. Mujhe maaf kar dijiye… aur agar ho sake toh madad bhi.”
Ritu stood silent for a few seconds. Then, slowly, an idea began forming in her mind.
She looked at Ramesh and said coldly, “Tum us aadmi ko sabak sikhana chahte ho na?”
“Ji madam.”
Ritu turned toward the lift and gave him a small nod.
“Chalo.”
Chapter 7: Reckoning on the Marital Bed
Ritu opened the lift door and stepped out, gesturing sharply for Ramesh to follow.


“Chalo. Aage.”


She led him to the flat, unlocked the door quietly, and motioned him inside. Once both were in, she closed the door with a soft click. Without speaking, she guided him toward the bedroom, her steps silent on the marble floor.


The bedroom door was still slightly ajar — exactly as she had left it.


Ritu stopped a few feet away and pointed. Ramesh moved forward and peered through the gap.


What he saw made his blood boil.


Arjun was behind Sarla in doggy style, fucking her with savage intensity. He had one hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back, while the other gripped her hip. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room. Sarla was moaning loudly, pushing back against him like she couldn’t get enough.


Ramesh’s face twisted with rage. His hands clenched into fists so tight his knuckles turned white. He took a step forward, ready to burst in.


Ritu grabbed his arm immediately and pulled him back toward the guest room, shutting the door firmly behind them once they were inside.


“Shant ho jao,” she whispered urgently. “Gusse mein kuch mat karo. Thanda dimag se socho.”


Ramesh was breathing heavily, eyes blazing. “Kya shant hoon main? Tera pati meri biwi ko chod raha hai mere saamne! Uske upar chadh kar uski chut mein apna lund ghusa raha hai! Aur tu keh rahi hai shant ho jaaun?”


Ritu stood her ground, though her own heart was pounding. “Main samajhti hoon tumhara gussa. Lekin agar abhi tum andar ghus gaye aur ladai ki, toh zindagi bhar pachtaoge. security officer, society, sab kuch bigad jayega.”


Ramesh paced like a caged animal, fists still clenched. “Matlab… meri patni… meri jaan …. aur woh usko aise chod raha hai jaise koi randi ho. Main kya karun? Chup-chaap baith jaun?”


Ritu tried to keep her voice steady. “Main tumhari baat samajh rahi hoon. Lekin himmat se kaam lo. Gusse mein galat kadam uthaya toh sab barbaad ho jayega.log ikhatte hogye th bhari kimat chukani padh sakti hai”


Ramesh stopped pacing. He turned to her slowly, his eyes dark with fury and something far more dangerous.


“Kimat…” he said, voice low and rough. “Kimat toh chukani padegi.”


Ritu frowned. “Kaisi kimat?”


Ramesh took a step closer, his massive frame towering over her.


“Tera pati meri biwi ke jism par apna haq jama raha hai. Usne meri biwi ki chut ko apna bana liya hai. To ab… tum apna jism mujhe dogi. Tum chukaogi kimat.”


Ritu’s eyes widened. She took a small step back, shock and fresh anger flashing across her face.


“Ramesh… kya bakwas kar rahe ho tum?”


But Ramesh didn’t smile. His gaze was hard, burning with pain, lust, and cold calculation.


“Kimat tum chukaogi, Memsaab.”



Ritu opened her mouth to speak, but before a single word could leave her lips, Ramesh’s large hand shot forward. He grabbed the collar of her light yellow kurta and tore it downward in one violent jerk.
The fabric ripped with a sharp, sickening sound — from the neckline all the way down past her navel. The sudden exposure left Ritu stunned, as if someone had struck her. For a moment she stood frozen, like a doll whose strings had been cut.
Ramesh was in no mood to wait. His eyes burned with raw, vengeful lust. He yanked off his own shirt and threw it into a corner, then quickly stripped off his pants and underwear. His thick, heavy cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing with anger and desire.
“Aaj sawari karne ki baari meri hai,” he growled, his voice thick. “Puri tarah se. Poore haq ke saath.”
Before Ritu could react, he grabbed her by the waist, lifted her effortlessly, and threw her onto the bed. She landed on her back with a gasp. Ramesh was on her in seconds. His rough hands roamed over her exposed stomach, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. He lowered his head and ran his tongue around her navel, then bit down lightly just above it, making her flinch.
Ritu’s mind was reeling. This was nothing like Arjun’s gentle, careful touch. Ramesh’s hands were hard, demanding, almost punishing. He reached behind her, unhooked her white bra with surprising speed, and tossed it aside like trash.
Her full, soft breasts spilled free. Ramesh’s eyes darkened with hunger. He grabbed both of them roughly, squeezing them in his large palms, pinching and rolling her nipples between his thick fingers. He lowered his mouth and began sucking hard on one nipple, then the other, biting and licking with aggressive need.
Ritu’s breathing grew ragged. A treacherous heat was spreading through her body despite the storm in her mind.
Ramesh didn’t stop there. He rose slightly, grabbed his thick cock, and rubbed the swollen head against Ritu’s lips.
“Kholo,” he ordered.
When she hesitated, he pushed forward, forcing the head past her lips and deep into her mouth. Ritu’s eyes widened. Ramesh held her head and began thrusting — slow at first, then deeper, fucking her mouth with long, deliberate strokes.
“Jaisa meri biwi ne tera pati ka lund muh mein liya… waisa hi tu bhi le,” he grunted.
After several deep thrusts, he pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva. He flipped her onto her back again, spread her legs wide, and buried his face between her thighs.
The moment his hot tongue touched her pussy, Ritu shuddered. Ramesh licked her with hungry, aggressive strokes — sucking on her swollen lips, flicking her clit, then pushing his tongue inside her wet folds. He could taste how aroused she had become despite herself.
Ritu’s hands gripped the bedsheet tightly. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body was betraying her. Soft, involuntary moans began escaping her lips as Ramesh devoured her with relentless hunger.
Ramesh lifted his head for a moment, his chin wet with her juices, and gave her a dark, satisfied smile.
“Ab asli maza shuru hota hai, Memsaab.”
Ritu’s resistance was crumbling. Her lips, once hesitant, had begun to move around Ramesh’s thick cock. She sucked him slowly at first, then with growing rhythm, her tongue swirling around the swollen head as he guided her head with one hand.
Ramesh, meanwhile, had slid two thick fingers deep into her pussy. He pumped them in and out with strong, steady strokes while his thumb rubbed firm circles over her swollen clit. His other hand spread her pussy lips open, exposing her completely. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers fucking her filled the room.
After nearly ten minutes of relentless fingering, Ritu’s body suddenly tensed. A hot rush of liquid gushed out of her pussy, soaking Ramesh’s hand and the bedsheet beneath her.
Ramesh’s eyes widened in raw surprise and lust. He had heard stories of women squirting, but seeing it — feeling it — for the first time made something primal snap inside him. He quickly lowered his mouth to her dripping cunt and began drinking her juices greedily, licking and sucking every drop with loud, hungry sounds.
“Bahut swaad hai teri chut ka,” he growled against her folds.
He flipped positions again, lifting Ritu’s hips and sliding between her spread legs. He hooked her thighs over his strong arms, folding her almost in half, and pressed the fat head of his cock against her soaked entrance.
With one powerful thrust, he buried half his thick length inside her.
Ritu cried out sharply, her eyes flying open. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming. Ramesh didn’t give her time to adjust. He pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside her tight heat.
“Bahut tight hai teri chut, Memsaab,” he groaned, voice thick with pleasure.
Then he began fucking her in earnest — long, deep, punishing strokes that made the bed creak violently. Each thrust slammed home with raw power, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. Ritu’s moans grew louder, uncontrollable, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body rocked beneath him.
In the master bedroom, Arjun suddenly froze mid-thrust, still buried inside Sarla.
“Ritu…?” he whispered, eyes widening.

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[SuitAndSyahi]

The unmistakable sound of his wife’s loud, broken moans was coming from the guest room.

Sarla immediately wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and pulled him deeper. “Saab… ab mat ruko,” she whispered huskily, grinding against him. “Sun rahe ho na? Memsaab bhi mazaa le rahi hain. Aap bhi lo…”
Arjun tried to pull away, shock and jealousy flashing across his face, but Sarla held him firmly, kissing his neck and clenching her pussy around his cock.
Arjun jerked upright on the bed, his cock slipping out of Sarla with a wet sound. Sarla lay naked beneath him, breathing heavily, but he no longer cared.
He had heard it clearly — Ritu’s voice. A sharp, broken moan coming from the direction of the guest room.
Without a word, he got off the bed and moved toward the door, still naked, his heart hammering. Sarla quickly sat up and followed him, her naked body glistening with sweat.
The drawing room was empty. The main door was locked from inside — exactly as Arjun remembered leaving it. But the strange sounds continued.
He turned toward the guest room. The door was ajar.
Arjun pushed it open.
The sight that greeted him stopped him cold.
Ramesh had Ritu folded almost in half on the bed. Her legs were pushed up over his broad shoulders, her body bent and completely exposed. Ramesh was thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes, his thick cock disappearing completely into her pussy with every brutal plunge. Ritu’s breasts bounced violently with each impact. Her face was flushed, her mouth open in a mixture of shock and unwilling pleasure.
Ramesh was fucking her like a man possessed — raw, deep, and relentless.
For a few seconds, Arjun’s brain refused to process what he was seeing. Then rage and disbelief crashed over him.
“YEH KYA BAKWAS CHAL RAHI HAI YAHAN?!” he roared.
Ramesh froze mid-thrust, buried deep inside Ritu. He slowly turned his head and looked at Arjun. A dark, satisfied smirk touched his lips.
Ritu’s eyes met her husband’s. Her face was flushed, lips parted, breathing ragged. She looked completely overwhelmed.
Ramesh slowly pulled his thick, glistening cock out of her with a wet, obscene sound. He stood up, still hard, and looked straight at Arjun without any shame.
Arjun’s mouth opened, but no words came out. The reality of what he was witnessing — his wife, on their guest bed, legs spread, pussy wet and swollen from another man’s cock — hit him like a physical blow.
Ritu slowly lowered her legs, still breathing hard, her torn kurta hanging open, her body marked with Ramesh’s rough handling.
The room fell into a heavy, dangerous silence.
Arjun stood frozen in the doorway, his naked body tense with rage. His eyes darted between Ritu — lying on the bed with her legs still spread, kurta torn open, chest heaving — and Ramesh, who stood tall and unashamed, his thick cock still hard and glistening with Ritu’s juices.
“YEH KYA BAKWAS HAI?!” Arjun roared again, stepping forward. “Ritu! Ramesh! Kya kar rahe ho tum log yahan?!”
Ramesh didn’t flinch. He slowly wiped his cock with his hand and looked Arjun straight in the eyes.
“Wohi jo tum meri biwi ke saath kar rahe the, Saab,” he said calmly, almost mockingly. “Tumne meri Sarla ko apne bistar pe choda. Ab main teri Ritu ko chod raha hoon. Hisaab barabar ho gaya.”
Arjun’s face turned red with fury. “Hisaab?! Tu meri biwi ko chod raha hai aur bol raha hai hisaab barabar?! Nikal yahan se, warna main—”
“Arjun, ruko!” Ritu’s voice cut through the air. She sat up, pulling the torn pieces of her kurta over her chest. Her voice was shaky but firm. “Bas… ab bahut ho gaya.”
Sarla had followed Arjun into the room. She stood near the door, still naked, watching everything with calm, calculating eyes.
Ritu looked at him, her eyes filled with pain and anger. “Tum Sarla ko mere bed pe chod rahe the? Uska hisab kon dega?? Kitne din se chal raha hai yeh sab? Jab main office ki tension mein doob rahi thi, tab tum dono yahan ye gand macha rahe the?”
Arjun opened his mouth, but no words came out at first. Guilt and rage warred on his face.
Ramesh let out a low chuckle. “Saab, hum gareeb hain lekin chutiya nhin, mere biwi gair mard ke sath bistar per aur gair mard use ragad raha ho, to kya karna chahiye.
Tumne toh mera ghar barbaad kardiya”
Ramesh words are drilling inside Arjun’s head, as he knew how Sarla to things forward with him without hesitation.
She did not even stopped him for once neither she is is saying any word,even right now.
Arjun with his trembling voice toward’s, “Sarla, bolti kyun nhin kuch, kya main tumse koi zabardasti kari hai??”


Arjun jerked his arm away, but his eyes involuntarily flicked toward Ritu’s exposed body on the bed. The sight of her flushed skin, swollen lips, and the wetness between her thighs stirred something dark and unwanted inside him.
Ritu noticed it. Her voice turned bitter. 
“Sarla kya bolegi, jo sach tha wo toh maine aate hi dekhliya tha, aur jo baaki kuch bacha hai woh toh tumhare lund ko ke uper Sarla ki chut ka paani dekh ke samjh aa hi raha hai”
Arjun never ever thought about the kind of vulgar language Ritu used. Those words were like melting lava in his ears, but his cock was telling a different story.
Arjun’s jaw clenched. He looked at Ramesh, then at Ritu, then back at Ramesh.
Sarla stepped closer to Arjun, her naked body brushing against his side. She whispered softly, “Saab… aapko bhi toh accha lagta tha na mere saath.”
Arjun’s breathing was heavy. His mind screamed at him to throw Ramesh out. But his body — still hard, still throbbing from the sight of Ritu’s well-fucked pussy and the memory of Sarla’s warmth — was betraying him.
He looked at Ritu. She met his gaze, her eyes full of challenge, pain, and something darker — the same unwanted heat he was feeling.
“Arjun…” Ritu said quietly, “Tumhe Sarla ke sath dekh maine sochliya tha ki tumhare sath is rishte ko ab nhin nibhayenge, lekin ab jaisa ramesh ne kaha pehle hisab barabar hoga ”
Ramesh smiled slowly. “Toh phir shuru kiya jaye?” said while looking into Arjun eyes while stroking his cock slowly.
Arjun stood silent for a long moment, fists clenched, cock still hard trying to plan his next action. His mind was at war with his body.
Finally, he took a shaky breath.
But everyone in the room glued their eyes on Arjun expecting his reaction but then Ritu made a move.
Ritu stood up slowly. Her torn kurta lay discarded in one corner, her bra in another. Her full breasts hung free, swaying with every step as she walked toward Ramesh. She stopped right in front of him, looked straight at Arjun, and said with quiet defiance:
“Is ki shuruaat toh tumne ki thi… lekin ise khatm main karungi.”
Without another word, she dropped to her knees, took Ramesh’s thick cock in her hand, and slid it into her mouth. She sucked him with shameless hunger, her head bobbing, lips stretched wide around his girth.
Ramesh groaned in pleasure. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and began fucking her mouth with deep, controlled strokes, his eyes locked on Arjun the entire time.
Arjun’s anger was still burning, but the sight of his wife on her knees, eagerly sucking another man’s cock, sent a dark, unwanted jolt of lust through him.
Sarla moved behind him. She pressed her naked body against his back, her hands sliding down. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and began stroking him slowly.
“Saab… kyun door khade ho?” she whispered hotly in his ear. “Jab teri biwi uske saath mazaa le rahi hai, toh tu bhi le.”
Arjun’s resistance cracked. He grabbed Sarla, turned her around, and pushed her down. She dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth without hesitation, sucking him with practiced skill.
The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of two women sucking cock.
With half open eyes due to the assault being done by Sarla he saw Ritu and realized she had transformed into a different woman.
It was as if the woman who had entered this room earlier had disappeared. In her place was someone completely different — bold, hungry, almost possessed. The same Ritu who had once been reserved and proper with her husband was now on her knees before Ramesh like a woman starved for years.
She held his thick cock with both hands, her thumbs pressing on either side of the head, peeling back the foreskin completely. She swirled her tongue around the exposed tip, tasting him, before spitting a thick, shiny glob of saliva onto his shaft. She stroked him slowly, making his cock glisten, then took him deep into her mouth.
Ritu sucked him with shameless expertise — long, wet strokes, her head bobbing, her tongue working the underside while her hands stroked what her mouth couldn’t take. She even pushed forward until her nose pressed against his pelvis, taking almost his entire length down her throat.
Ramesh groaned loudly, genuinely surprised. He had not expected this level of hunger from her. The last time they were together, she had been hesitant. Today, she was devouring him like a woman who had been holding back for far too long.
“Fuck… Memsaab,” he muttered, staring down at her in awe. “Aaj toh bilkul alag ho tum…”
Ritu didn’t reply with words. She simply looked up at him with lust-filled eyes and sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her bouncing breasts. Thick strings of her spit mixed with his precum ran down her neck and onto her nipples.
She was completely lost in the act — sucking, licking, worshipping his cock with a hunger that shocked even Ramesh.
Meanwhile, Arjun was watching the entire scene while fucking Sarla. The sight of his proper, educated wife acting like a complete slut for another man’s cock was driving him wild. His thrusts into Sarla became harder, more aggressive, as if he was trying to match Ramesh’s intensity.
The room had turned into a battlefield of lust — two couples drown in lust side by side, moans and wet sounds echoing off the walls, boundaries completely shattered.
Arjun pulled Sarla up and threw her onto the bed.
He positioned her so that her head hung off the edge of the mattress. He stood over her and slid his cock back into her mouth, fucking her throat in long, deep strokes while leaning forward to bury his face between her thighs. He licked and sucked her pussy hungrily, his tongue thrusting inside her as Sarla moaned around his cock.
Ramesh did not wanted to left behind, he make her go on all four (doggy), Arjun looked with the eye corner and asked himself when did she liked this position this much. He said Ritu has changed.
She was on all fours in front of Ramesh. He had one of her legs pulled up high, folding her body as he slammed into her from behind with brutal force. He spanked her ass hard, the sharp sound echoing in the room. Ritu cried out, but pushed back against him, taking every inch.
Ramesh grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as he pounded her. He leaned over her, biting her shoulder and neck, his thick cock stretching her pussy with every powerful thrust.
“Le… teri chut ab meri ho gayi hai,” he growled.
Ritu’s moans grew louder, shameless. She was sucking Ramesh’s cock with wild hunger earlier, and now she was taking his rough fucking like she couldn’t get enough. Her body trembled with every deep stroke.
Arjun, while devouring Sarla’s pussy in 69, kept glancing at Ritu. The sight of his wife getting railed so hard by another man was driving him crazy with a toxic mix of jealousy and lust.
He flipped Sarla onto her back, lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, and thrust into her wet cunt in one smooth motion. He began fucking her hard, his eyes fixed on Ritu the entire time. Sarla moaned loudly, her heavy breasts bouncing as Arjun pounded her.
The two couples were now fucking side by side on the same bed — raw, animalistic, and completely lost in lust.
Ramesh was relentless with Ritu. He spanked her ass again and again, pulled her hair, and fucked her like he was claiming her completely. Ritu’s loud, broken moans filled the room as she came hard around his thick cock.
Arjun, watching his wife orgasm on another man’s cock, fucked Sarla even harder, as if trying to match Ramesh’s intensity.
Arjun, lost in lust, flipped Sarla onto her back, lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, and thrust into her wet pussy. He fucked her hard, his eyes occasionally flicking toward Ritu and Ramesh.
Ritu’s pussy was fighting a losing battle. Ramesh was relentless, slamming into her with deep, punishing strokes that left her gasping for air. Her body was trembling, exhausted, but she refused to surrender completely. Every powerful thrust made her cry out, her voice hoarse and broken.
Ramesh, however, showed no sign of slowing down. He grabbed her ass, pulled her hips back toward him, and fucked her even harder, as if determined to break her completely.
Arjun had finally pulled out of Sarla after his intense orgasm. Sarla slid to the corner of the bed, breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath. Arjun, still on his knees, leaned forward slightly, his eyes wide with disbelief as he watched his wife.
Ritu lay on the bed in a completely vulnerable, folded position — her knees pushed up toward her chest, her body curled, mouth slightly open as she panted heavily. She looked like she had just run a marathon. Sweat glistened on her skin, her hair was a mess, and her pussy was swollen and dripping from Ramesh’s relentless assault.
Ramesh finally slowed down. He reached for a bottle of cold water on the side table, took a long swig, and then casually tossed the bottle toward Arjun with a smirk. Arjun caught it instinctively.
Ramesh wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave Arjun a wink, as if this was his house, his rules, and they were all simply guests in his game.
“Paani pi lo, Saab, Thakk gye hoge” he said casually, his voice thick with satisfaction. 
Ritu lay there, chest heaving, eyes half-closed in exhaustion and lingering pleasure. The contrast was stark — Arjun and Sarla had reached their peak, while Ramesh was still very much in control, treating the situation like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Ramesh’s words landed like a direct challenge to Arjun’s manhood.
“Ritu ji… tayyar ho?” he asked with a dark smirk, rubbing the thick head of his cock against her swollen, dripping pussy.
Before she could even respond, he slammed into her in one brutal thrust.
Ritu’s eyes flew open. A sharp, broken scream tore from her throat as her sore, overstimulated pussy was suddenly stretched wide again. The force of the thrust made her entire body jolt forward.
The moment her mouth opened in that cry, Arjun moved.
His cock — rock hard again after watching his wife get fucked so mercilessly — was pushed straight into her open mouth. Ritu’s eyes widened in shock as her husband grabbed a fistful of her hair and began fucking her face with urgent, deep strokes.
Arjun was no longer holding back. He thrust into her mouth like a man possessed, his balls slapping against her chin as he used her throat.
Ramesh, seeing this, let out a low, satisfied growl. The sight of Arjun joining in — his wife now being used from both ends — sent a fresh wave of raw lust through him. He gripped Ritu’s breasts hard, using them as handles, and began pounding her pussy with renewed, animalistic force.
The room was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of Ritu being fucked from both ends. Her muffled moans vibrated around Arjun’s cock as Ramesh slammed into her soaked cunt again and again. Ramesh leaned forward, his powerful body covering hers, biting and sucking on her breasts while he fucked her without mercy.
Arjun looked down at his wife — her eyes watering, mouth full of his cock, pussy being destroyed by another man — and felt a toxic, overwhelming mix of jealousy, rage, and the darkest arousal he had ever known.
Ramesh looked up at Arjun, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he continued to thrust deep into Ritu.
Ritu could only moan helplessly around Arjun’s cock as the two men used her body together, completely lost in the heat of the moment.
The double pounding was merciless.
Ramesh and Arjun were fucking Ritu like they wanted to break her. Ramesh slammed into her pussy with deep, world-shattering thrusts, his thick cock stretching her completely with every brutal stroke. At the same time, Arjun fucked her mouth with raw urgency, his cock sliding deep into her throat.
Ritu’s body was caught in the storm. A powerful, overwhelming pressure built in her lower abdomen — a feeling so intense it bordered on pain. Her pussy twitched violently around Ramesh’s cock, and her teeth accidentally grazed Arjun’s shaft as her body shuddered uncontrollably.
Both men took it as a challenge.
They fucked her even harder — faster, deeper, more savage. Ramesh gripped her hips and pounded her soaked cunt like a machine. Arjun held her head firmly and thrust into her throat with piston-like strokes. The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping flesh and Ritu’s muffled, desperate moans.
Five minutes of this relentless, double assault was more than enough.
Ritu’s body suddenly convulsed violently. Her pussy clenched hard around Ramesh’s cock as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her entire body shook and squirmed like she was having a seizure, her legs trembling uncontrollably.
That was all it took.
Ramesh buried himself to the hilt inside her and came with a deep, guttural groan. Thick, hot ropes of his cum flooded her tight pussy, filling her completely. At the same moment, Arjun pushed deep into her throat and exploded. His cock spasmed as he shot heavy spurts of cum straight down her throat.
Ritu had no choice. She was forced to swallow every drop of her husband’s cum, her throat working desperately around his pulsing cock. It was something she had never liked — never enjoyed — but in that moment, she had no option.
Her body continued to tremble between them, caught in the overwhelming aftershocks of her own powerful orgasm, as both men emptied themselves inside her from both ends.
The three of them stayed locked together for a long moment — breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat, the room thick with the scent of raw sex.


Chapter 8: Fractured Peace
“Sahab, seva ka mauka fir se dena,” Ramesh said with a satisfied smirk as he stood at the door with Sarla.
Sarla gave a small, knowing smile before both of them stepped out. The door clicked shut behind them.
Arjun stood alone in the silent apartment. The quiet was deafening. It pressed down on him like a physical weight, suffocating him from the inside. For a long moment, he simply stared at the closed door, his mind struggling to process everything that had just happened.
He walked slowly toward the guest room.
Ritu lay on the bed, completely spent. Her naked body glistened under the dim light — sweat, cum, and exhaustion marking her skin. Thick white streaks of semen glistened between her thighs, slowly dripping down. More cum stained her cheeks and chin, her lips still slightly swollen and wet. Her chest rose and fell with slow, tired breaths. Even in this wrecked state, the curves of her body were mesmerizing… and heartbreaking.
Arjun felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He picked up a clean sheet from the side and gently covered her naked form. Then he leaned down and kissed her forehead, his lips lingering there for a long moment. When he pulled back, his eyes were filled with tears.
What have I done?
How did it come to this?
Why…?
The questions burned inside him. A fresh wave of anger surged through his veins — anger at Ramesh, at Sarla, at himself. He wanted to scream, to break something, to tear the entire room apart.
But he stopped himself.
Any rash action now could destroy everything. Their home. Their reputation. Their future.
He took a deep, shaky breath.
I will not let this go easily, he thought, his jaw tightening. Whatever this is… it ends on my terms.
With that resolve, Arjun slipped under the sheet and pulled Ritu into his arms. He held her close, her tired body fitting against his as it always had. Tears silently rolled down his cheeks as he buried his face in her hair.
In the heavy silence of the apartment, husband and wife lay together — broken, exhausted, and forever changed.
Late at night, long after the rest of the building had fallen silent, Ramesh and Sarla were alone in their small, dimly lit room.
They were both completely naked. Ramesh sat leaning against the headboard, a glass of cheap whiskey in one hand. Sarla straddled his lap, her heavy breasts pressed against his chest as she slowly rubbed herself against his hardening cock. With his free hand, Ramesh lazily played with her dark nipple, rolling and pinching it between his thick fingers.
“Arjun ke lode ke bade maze le rahi thi tu,” Ramesh said with a smirk, taking a sip from the glass before offering it to Sarla.
Sarla took a small sip and smiled. “Tumne kon si Ritu ko choda nahi?”
The camera in front of them was live, its red light blinking steadily. On the laptop beside it, comments and token notifications from their online fans scrolled rapidly.
“Arey ye dekho,” Ramesh said, pointing at the screen. “RiderArjun02 kehta hai — ‘Bhabhi ki chuchiyon pe zara thappad maar, thode maze dilaa.’ Aur 30 token bhi diye hain isne.”
Sarla laughed softly. “Ab toh iski khwahish puri karni hogi.”
Ramesh pinched her nipple hard, then lifted her left breast and delivered several sharp, tight slaps. Sarla gasped in pain and pleasure, her body jerking.
“Aaahhh… ye saare Arjun mere boobs ke peeche kyun pade hain?” she moaned, half laughing.
After 4–5 firm slaps on each breast, Ramesh typed a quick reply on the laptop: Thank you RiderArjun02.
They waited for the next big token tip. Ramesh took another sip and leaned back.
“Humara plan kaamyab raha,” he said with satisfaction.
Sarla nodded, grinding slowly against him. “Haan. Ek pal toh main dar gayi thi kahin Arjun tumpe haath na utha de.”
Ramesh chuckled. “Woh shehri babu kya karega? Mera usse zyada azan ka samaan factory mein yunhi utha deta hoon.”
Sarla laughed, then grew serious for a moment. “Ab aage ka kya plan hai?”
Ramesh looked at her, his hand still playing with her breast. “Jahan tak mera andaza hai, is samay dono ke beech ek daraar aa chuki hai rishte mein. Aur ab humein isi daraar ka fayda utha ke unhe humare is film ka hissa banana hai.”
He pointed toward the camera. “Fir dekhna Sarla darling, screen pe token ki baarish hogi aur bank account mein sikke ki.”
Sarla smiled, kissing his neck. “Haan… yahan camera pe unke kapde utrenge aur wahan unka ghar humara ho jayega.”
She paused, then added softly, “Pichhle do saal se bas 50-60 hazar hi kama aa rahe hain is cam se.”
Ramesh nodded. “Haan yaar, main bhi pak gaya hoon in sikko se. Shuruwati dino mein toh humne is app se 20 lakh bana liye the.”
“Usi se toh tumne apna karza chukaya tha,” Sarla said.
“Haan jaan. Lekin uske baad jo bhi humne kamaya, woh mere alag-alag business ke loss ne kha liya.”
Sarla looked at him tenderly and kissed him deeply. “Koi kuch bhi kahe, lekin main har pal tumhare saath hoon. Chahe kaisa bhi samay ho.”
Ramesh smiled and pulled her closer. “Aur log kehte hain bhag ke shaadi karne walon ki hadi kabhi kaamyab nahi hoti.”
Their past was full of darkness and sharp turns — a long story neither of them liked to revisit often.
Suddenly, a notification sound chimed.
“100 tokens for blowjob,” Ramesh read aloud. “Fans ko khush karne ka time aa gaya.”
Before he could finish the sentence, Sarla had already slid down between his legs. She took his thick cock into her mouth in one smooth motion, swallowing him deep as the camera continued to roll.

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“Aaj jaldi jaana hai,” Sarla said, adjusting her dupatta as she prepared to leave.

Ramesh nodded from the bed, sipping his tea. “Dekhna akhir unke ghar ka kya mahol hai ab.”
Sarla entered the flat the next morning with her usual quiet efficiency.
“Namaste Memsaab,” she said softly.
Ritu gave her nothing but a small, cold nod. No smile. No words. She simply turned and continued with her work.
Just like that.
Sarla felt a quiet unease settle in her chest. Yeh achha nahi hai mere plan ke liye.
But even she didn’t know how right her instinct was.
For the next four days, the apartment remained wrapped in icy silence.
Sarla tried everything. She attempted to start small conversations while serving tea. She lingered a little longer near Arjun when Ritu wasn’t looking, brushing against him subtly. She even tried her old seductive glances. But both Ritu and Arjun had built walls so high that nothing could penetrate them. Ritu barely acknowledged her presence. Arjun remained glued to his laptop, offering only the bare minimum of instructions when needed.
A whole week passed in this suffocating quiet.
Then, one evening, while Ritu was on the balcony adjusting a few potted plants, her foot slipped. She cried out sharply as she twisted her ankle badly.
Arjun, who was working on his laptop in the living room, rushed out immediately. The moment he saw her sitting on the floor, holding her ankle with a pained expression, something inside him broke through the cold wall they had both maintained for days.
Without a second thought, he bent down, slid one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, and lifted her up. Ritu didn’t resist. For the first time in many days, their eyes truly met.
He carried her inside and gently laid her on the bed. From the drawer, he took out the pain relief spray and carefully applied it on her swollen ankle. His hands were gentle as he massaged her foot with slow, careful strokes.
Ritu winced. “Zyada dard hai… chalo hospital chalte hain.”
Arjun shook his head, his voice unusually soft. “Nahi… bus thoda sa hai. Main araam karwa deta hoon.”
He continued massaging her ankle. Ritu closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. The silence between them felt heavier than ever.
Suddenly, Arjun leaned forward and kissed her forehead. His lips lingered there. When he pulled back, his eyes were filled with tears.
“I missed your voice,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I missed you.”
Ritu’s eyes welled up instantly. The dam she had been holding back for so many days finally broke. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she reached up and touched his face.
Both of them held each other in silence, the weight of the past week — and everything that had happened — pressing down on them.
For the first time in a long while, they felt like husband and wife again.
Two days later, Ritu and Arjun sat across from each other in a quiet, upscale restaurant. Both had taken half-days from work. The soft lighting, gentle music, and the privacy of their corner table made it feel like a fresh beginning.
They had decided this day would belong only to them.
“So, kaisi hogi yeh apni new start?” Arjun asked, smiling softly as he cut into his steak.
Ritu took a sip of her wine, thinking for a moment. “Kuch mahine pehle poochhte toh kehti — I want a baby. Waise bhi success aur career ke chakkar mein humne bahut wait kar liya hai iske liye.”
Arjun nodded. “Aur ab?”
“Ab pehli shuruaat hogi us Sarla ko ghar se nikalne se,” Ritu said, her voice turning cold. “That bitch ruined our life and almost destroyed our marriage.”
Arjun’s jaw tightened. “Abhi tak shant the kyunki samajh nahi aa raha tha uske khilaaf kya action lun. Lekin ab samajh aa gaya hai. Best thing to do is throw them out of our life.”
“Haan,” Ritu agreed. “Pehle use kaam se nikalenge aur phir security aur society walon ko bol kar uske aur uske pati ki entry hi band kara denge. Bloody idiots.”
Arjun reached across the table and held her hand. “Achha chhodo… suno na, kyun apna din unke naam se kharab kar rahi ho? Aaj sirf hum dono ka din hai.”
Ritu smiled faintly and nodded. “Theek hai. Aur batao, tumhare office ka kya scene hai?”
They talked for nearly two hours — about work, future plans, small dreams they had kept aside for too long. Time passed so smoothly that they didn’t even realize how long they had been sitting.
“I think it’s time for our movie,” Arjun said finally, checking his watch. “We’ll reach the theatre in 45 minutes.”
Ritu was wearing a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans. Arjun was in a crisp shirt and trousers. They got into the car — Arjun in the driver’s seat, Ritu beside him.
After fifteen minutes, the navigation suggested taking a left turn much earlier than expected.
Arjun frowned. “Yeh turn toh aur 20 minute baad aana chahiye tha.”
Ritu glanced at the map. “Ho sakta hai traffic ho aage. Better take this route.”
Arjun agreed. He didn’t want to miss the movie — a romantic action Hollywood film that perfectly matched both their tastes.
He took the suggested left turn.
Baaagggg!
A loud crash echoed.
Arjun slammed the brakes. He jumped out of the car and saw three boys on a bike lying on the ground. Their bike had scbangd against the side of his car, leaving a long, ugly dent.
“Andhe ho kya?!” Arjun shouted. “Dikhta nahi hai? Yeh kya haal kar diya meri gaadi ka!”
One of the boys stood up aggressively. “Abe nikal ja! Thode se dent ke chakkar mein kyun pitna chahta hai?”
Arjun’s temper flared. “Pehle accident karte ho aur phir batameezi bhi kar rahe ho?”
The argument quickly turned heated. Voices rose. One boy grabbed Arjun’s collar. Another pushed him. The third one moved toward Ritu, grabbing her arm roughly.
Arjun tried to fight back, but months of skipped workouts and office stress had taken their toll. He was overpowered.
Ritu screamed, trying to pull away from the boy holding her.
Just as one of them raised his fist toward Arjun —
Whackkkk!
A powerful punch landed on the face of the boy who had kicked Arjun.
The guy grabbing Arjun’s neck suddenly loosened his grip and stumbled back.
Before he could recover, Ramesh grabbed him by the hair and delivered a tight, resounding slap across his face. The boy staggered and hit the wall for support.
In fear and anger, he charged at Ramesh again. Ramesh calmly grabbed him by the belt, tripped him with his leg, and threw him like a rag doll two to four feet away.
“Nikal, behenchod!” Ramesh roared. “Saale chutiye, kaam-dhanda hai nahi aur aajate hain zindagi haram karne!”
Meanwhile, Sarla moved like lightning toward the boy who was grabbing Ritu’s arm. She slapped him hard, then literally removed her chappal and began beating him mercilessly with it. The boy yelped and tried to run, but Sarla chased him a few steps, still hitting him.
Ramesh turned to Ritu, his expression softening instantly. “Sorry Memsaab… yeh log yahi bhasha samajhte hain.”
He quickly moved to Arjun, who was grimacing in pain, and put an arm around him for support.
“Aaaahhhhh… meri taang… bahut dard ho raha hai,” Arjun groaned, nearly collapsing.
Ramesh held him firmly. “Lagta hai ghaav ho gaya hai. Chinta mat kijiye.”
Sarla rushed to them. “Let’s take him to Dr. Chopra. Woh yahan se sirf 5 minute ki doori par hai.”
Ritu, still shaken, quickly checked her phone. “Koi hospital toh 40 minute door hai… wahan pahunchne mein bahut der ho jayegi.”
Ramesh nodded reassuringly. “Dr. Chopra trusted doctor hain. Aap chinta mat kijiye.”
Ritu agreed.
Ramesh helped Arjun into the back seat of their car. Within five minutes, they reached the small but clean clinic. Arjun was made to lie on the stretcher, his pants rolled up.
The doctor examined the bruise on his thigh carefully.
“He took a hard hit,” Dr. Chopra told Ritu. “There is some swelling in the area, but no major injury. No fracture. I’ll give him strong painkillers and a lotion. He’ll be up and walking in two days. Rest and ice will help.”
Arjun winced as the doctor applied the ointment, but he kept looking at Ritu, who stood beside him, holding his hand tightly.
It was 10:30 PM when their car finally pulled into the society parking. Ramesh held Arjun by the shoulder, supporting most of his weight as they slowly made their way upstairs. Ritu walked beside them, still shaken.
By the time Ramesh gently lowered Arjun onto the bed, Ritu was repeating the same words like a mantra:
“Ramesh ji, thank you so much… Sarla, thank you so much. Aapne humari bahut madad ki. Aapne toh aaj Arjun ki jaan bacha li.”
Sarla smiled softly. “Arey Memsaab, apne samay par kaam na aaye toh kab aayenge?”
Ramesh placed a reassuring hand on Ritu’s shoulder. “Madam, aap tension mat lo. Aapko koi bhi dikkat ho, hum hain aapke liye.”
As Sarla prepared to leave, she paused at the door. “Memsaab, aapne shaam se kuch nahi khaya. Main kuch bana deti hoon — 5 minute mein.”
Ritu tried to refuse, saying she would order something, but Sarla insisted. While Sarla cooked a simple but comforting meal in the kitchen, Ramesh adjusted the pillows behind Arjun and made sure he was comfortable, treating him with the care of an elder brother.
Thirty minutes later, Ritu sat eating the warm food Sarla had prepared. A strange mix of confusion and shame filled her heart. The same people she had wanted to throw out of her life that morning were the ones who had helped them today. Without them, things could have been much worse.
A part of her wanted to forgive them. Another part urged her to stay cautious.
She didn’t know that the next two days would completely change her mind.

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For the next two days, Sarla stayed at their home almost constantly, and Ramesh visited frequently. Ramesh helped Arjun like a true brother — never letting him put even a single step on the floor without support. He brought medicines, changed bandages, and cracked light jokes to keep the mood easy.
By the end of the second day, Arjun was able to walk again with minimal pain. His leg had healed remarkably well.
Ritu was visibly relieved and deeply thankful. Arjun, too, had begun to accept that Ramesh had genuinely helped him when he needed it most.
On the evening Ramesh and Sarla were leaving, Arjun looked at Ramesh and said sincerely, “Ramesh ji… aapko theek hote dekh hume bahut khushi hui. Aapka bahut shukriya.”
Ramesh smiled humbly. “Koi baat nahi, Arjun ji. Hum sab insaan hain. Kabhi-kabhi madad ki zarurat pad jaati hai.”
After they left, Arjun and Ritu sat together on the sofa in the living room.
“You don’t know, Arjun,” Ritu said softly, “I was so scared when I saw you like that.”
“I know, Ritu. I’m sorry. Mujhe unse behas nahi karni chahiye thi.”
Ritu nodded. “Now it’s alright. You don’t know how much Sarla and Ramesh helped me these two days.”
Arjun smiled faintly. “I know, jaan. Agar woh help nahi karte toh main itni jaldi theek nahi hota.”
There was a comfortable silence for a moment.
Then Arjun asked gently, “Toh ab bhi tum unhe nikalna chahti ho?”
Ritu stayed silent for a long time, thinking. Finally, she said, “Limit toh maintain kar hi sakte hain.”
Arjun nodded in agreement. “Haan… limit ke saath.”
“Sahab ki tabiyat kaisi hai?” Sarla asked Ritu one morning as she served her coffee.
Ritu nodded. “Ab theek hai. Aaj office ja raha hai. Dono saath hi nikal rahe hain.”
Over the next few days, a new routine settled in the Sharma household. Ritu and Arjun left for office together in the morning. When Arjun returned in the evening, he would often cross paths with Ramesh in the society compound. They exchanged brief, polite greetings — “Kaisa hai, Arjun ji?” and Arjun’s simple reply, “Theek hoon.”
Nothing more. Nothing less.
One afternoon, Ritu was working on her laptop when it suddenly started overheating and slowing down. Frustrated, she sighed loudly.
From behind her, Sarla’s calm voice came, “Iski battery nikaal ke thodi der ke liye bahar rakh dijiye. Thandi hone ke baad wapas laga dena.”
Ritu turned, surprised. “Tumhe kaise pata yeh baat?”
Sarla smiled modestly. “Humare paas bhi yahi wala model hai, Memsaab.”
Ritu was genuinely taken aback. The laptop she used was a high-end one costing nearly forty thousand rupees. She hadn’t expected Sarla to own something similar.
In a moment of curiosity, she asked, “Itna mehnga laptop afford kar leti ho?”
Sarla replied simply, “Bas Memsaab, hum thoda bahut side ka kaam karke paise bana lete hain.”
Ritu was quiet. She knew Sarla’s financial condition was decent, but this level of comfort surprised her.
That evening, when Arjun returned home, Ritu immediately noticed something was wrong. His face was pale, his shoulders slumped.
“Arjun, kya hua?” she asked, concerned. “Why the long face?”
Arjun tried to speak but his voice broke. Tears welled up in his eyes.
Ritu quickly held him. “Kya hua? Batao mujhe.”
Arjun took a deep, shaky breath. “Main… meri job chali gyi hai, layoff hogya”
Ritu froze. The words hit her like a physical blow. For a few seconds, she couldn’t speak. The shock was evident on her face.
The following days were filled with quiet desperation.
Arjun spent hours scrolling through job portals, sending resumes, and making calls. Ritu, though she tried to stay positive, constantly reminded him about the upcoming EMI. Their savings were dangerously low. The pressure of the house loan, car loan, and monthly expenses was becoming unbearable.
One afternoon, Ritu sat at the dining table, staring at her phone with a tense expression as she checked their bank balance. Sarla, who was dusting nearby, noticed her distress.
“Kya hua Memsaab? Aap kaafi tension mein lag rahi hain,” Sarla asked gently.
Ritu tried to brush it off at first, but when Sarla pressed a little, she finally opened up.
“Arjun ki job chali gayi hai,” Ritu said quietly. “Aur agle hafte EMI hai. Savings mein itna nahi bacha hai.”
Sarla listened with concern. “Memsaab, aap tension mat lo. Is mahine ke paise main de dungi. Aap chinta mat kijiye.”
Ritu shook her head. “Nahi Sarla, main tumhare is mahine ke paise de dungi. Tum tension mat lo.”
Sarla smiled warmly. “Memsaab, aap meri salary ki tension mat lijiye. Aap mujhe apni samajhti hain na? Toh paise beech mein kyun laayein?”
Her words carried a strange comfort. Ritu felt a small sense of peace.
Then Sarla asked casually, “Waise kitne paise chahiye?”
Ritu gave a tired laugh. “Kyun? Tum dogi?”
Sarla smiled. “Shayad.”
Ritu, half-joking, replied, “Around 60,000… jisse is mahine aur agle mahine ki EMI cover ho jaaye.”
Sarla didn’t hesitate. “Paise aap cash mein loge ya UPI kar dun?”
Ritu blinked, stunned. “What???”
Sarla calmly repeated, “Haan, kaise loge aap paise?”
Still in disbelief, Ritu opened her phone and showed her UPI QR code.
Within one minute, her phone buzzed.
₹60,000 credited.
“Aaram se de dena Memsaab,” Sarla said softly, and returned to her work in the kitchen as if nothing had happened.
Ritu stared at the notification, completely speechless. She decided not to tell Arjun yet. She wanted him to focus on finding a job without added pressure.
That evening, when Ritu opened the door, Ramesh was standing outside.
“Namaste Memsaab,” he said politely. “Main toh bas Sarla ko lene aaya tha. Socha Arjun ji se bhi mil lun.”
Ritu invited him inside. Sarla said she would take another 15 minutes.
Ramesh walked into the bedroom where Arjun was lying on the bed, scrolling through job listings on his laptop.
“Kaisi tabiyat hai ab, Arjun ji?” Ramesh asked, sitting on the chair beside the bed.
“Theek hoon,” Arjun replied. “Bas ek job dhoondh raha hoon. Meri job chali gayi hai.”
Ramesh nodded thoughtfully. “Acha. Is mushkil ghadi mein agar koi paise ki zarurat ho toh bata dena.”
Arjun gave a bitter smile. “Acha? Tum doge paise? Mujhe toh 1 lakh chahiye.”
Ramesh didn’t even blink. “Kal shaam tak de dun toh chalega?”
Arjun froze. His eyes widened in complete shock. One lakh rupees — a sum that was causing him sleepless nights — was something Ramesh was offering casually, as if it were nothing.
In the Bedroom:
Arjun gave a dry, slightly bitter laugh. “Arey sahab, aisa kya kaam karte ho? Kahin smuggling toh nahi karte?”
Ramesh chuckled lightly, but his expression soon turned serious. He glanced toward the door to make sure no one was listening, then moved closer to Arjun.
“Arjun ji,” he said in a low voice, “aapne cam ke baare mein toh suna hi hoga.”
Arjun frowned. “Cam? Woh website wali… internet pe?”
Ramesh nodded slowly. “Haan. Hum live videos banate hain.”
Arjun stared at him, shocked. “Sharam nahi aati tumhe? Dusron ke saamne apni biwi ke kapde utarte hue?”
Ramesh leaned back, unfazed. “Arey sahab, hum koi crore pati nahi hain jo bachchon ke college fees, kiraya, ghar ke kharche jab chahe tijori se nikaal dein. Yeh sali naukri toh bas naukar hi banati hai. Agar hum apne liye khud nahi sochenge, toh kaun sochega?”
Arjun tried to argue, but the points Ramesh was making were hard to dismiss. Financial pressure, responsibilities, the reality of middle-class life — everything felt too familiar.
Ramesh looked him straight in the eyes. “Band kamre ke peeche kuch karke agar paisa banaya ja raha ho, toh usme koi galat nahi hai, Arjun bhai.”
That line hit deep. It lingered in Arjun’s mind long after Ramesh stopped speaking.

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In the Kitchen:
Ritu was staring at Sarla while she cleaned the counter. Sarla noticed her gaze and smiled.
“Aisa kya kaam karti ho jo itna paisa banta hai?” Ritu asked, unable to hold back her curiosity any longer.
Sarla paused for a moment, then shrugged. “Chhodiye Memsaab, aap nahi samjhogi.”
Ritu insisted. “Batao na. Ab itna chhupana bhi kya?”
Sarla looked at her for a long second, then said simply, “Main aur mere pati live videos banate hain… cam pe.”
Ritu’s eyes widened in shock. She couldn’t speak for a few moments.
Sarla continued softly, “Paise ki zarurat hoti hai Memsaab. Ghar chalana, bachchon ki padhai, bimari… sab kuch. Aur yeh kaam ghar baithe hi ho jaata hai.”
Ritu remained silent, her mind spinning with a thousand thoughts.

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Overall Atmosphere:
Both conversations happened almost simultaneously in different parts of the house, planting dangerous seeds in Arjun and Ritu’s minds. The idea of easy money, privacy, and “no one gets hurt” was slowly starting to feel less repulsive and more practical.
The trap was being set — softly, patiently, and very effectively.
“Madam, maine jo bataya uske baare mein aur kuch jaanna ho toh batana,” Sarla said softly before leaving with Ramesh.
That night, Ritu and Arjun lay in bed, the room dimly lit by a bedside lamp. The weight of their conversation earlier hung in the air.
Arjun broke the silence. “Manna bada mushkil hai ki yeh dono cam karte hain aur usse itna paisa.”
Ritu stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. “Haan… aur yeh log apni identity chhupate kaise honge?”
Arjun pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her. “Chhodo na,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “Good night. Sote hain.”

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The next evening, Arjun and Ritu sat together on the sofa. Arjun had spent the entire day researching.
“Main ne sab kuch padha jo cam ke baare mein mil saka,” he said. “Mask pehen ke aur camera ko thoda door rakh ke identity chhupayi ja sakti hai. Aur humein bas 1 ya zyada se zyada 2 hafte kaam karne mein kaafi paisa ban sakta hai.”
Ritu listened carefully, a flicker of excitement in her eyes. “Aur naya banda shuru kare toh?”
Arjun sighed. “Tab toh kam se kam 1 saal se zyada lag sakta hai base banane mein… ki ek achhi income shuru ho.”
Ritu looked at him. “Tum kuch zyada serious nahi ho iske liye?”
Arjun was quiet for a moment, then said honestly, “Main chahta hoon ki hum kuch paisa bana sakein, Ritu. Itne saalon job karne ke baad bhi hum abhi tak life mein aage nahi badh paaye. Kahin na kahin yeh ek raasta ho sakta hai.”
Ritu didn’t reply immediately. She was thinking.

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That same evening, as Sarla was about to leave after finishing her work, Ritu stopped her at the door.
“Waise ek baat batao,” Ritu said.
“Ji Memsaab.”
“Yeh cam pe toh tum itne time se kaam kar rahi ho… agar main use start karna chahun toh aakhir kis tarike se jaldi paisa banega?”
Sarla paused, then replied carefully, “Waise toh kaafi time lagta hai, lekin jaldi paisa banane ka sabse aasaan tareeka hai ki kisi purane cam couple ke saath cam karna. Usse ek dum audience ko aapke baare mein pata chalega aur jaldi tokens aur paisa barsane ko tayyar rehte hain.”
Ritu’s heart skipped a beat. “Agar main karna chahun toh mere saath koi purana couple thodi karega… plus anjaan logon ke saath—”
Tabhi Sarla smiled gently and completed her sentence.
“Ritu ji… hum hain na.”
Ritu froze.
Sarla looked at her with calm confidence. “Hum bhi kaafi time se cam kar rahe hain. Aur humare saath toh… aap comfortable ho sakti hain.”
The air in the room suddenly felt heavier.
“Arjun sahab ki tabiyat kaisi hai?” Sarla asked Ritu one morning.
Ritu smiled faintly. “Ab theek hai. Aaj office ja raha hai. Dono saath hi nikal rahe hain.”

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That night, Ritu and Arjun lay in bed. Arjun gently ran his fingers through her hair.
“Kya lagta hai karna chahiye?” Ritu asked softly.
Arjun was quiet for a moment. “Sach kahun… kuch pehle yeh baat uthti toh main saaf mana kar deta. Lekin aaj jab Ramesh ne mujhe apni bank account ki transactions dikhayi thi… mujhe yakeen karna mushkil ho raha hai ki kitne paise hain in logon ke paas. Aur sach kahun toh hume bhi paison ki zarurat toh hai hi. Kuch bhi kar lein, humein na koi rishtedar itna paisa dega, na koi dost. Aur mere job ke baare mein pata chal gaya toh sab sirf sympathy dikhayenge, help nahi karenge.”
Ritu remained silent, absorbing his words.
“Toh ab kya kare?” she asked.
Arjun kissed her forehead. “Let’s talk to them.”
He pulled her closer, and they both drifted off to sleep.

[Kaattupoochi]

I can't understand the hindi conversations. So can't read this

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[Thilka]

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