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

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[KingRocks]

Completely agree Sir 
This is a deep odessey..not a slam bang type of story ..
I appreciate your taste for transition screen play ..
Few readers love this under burn and I can't say how happy I am to read comments which talk of under current..
Keep supporting..
And do read my next update in the evening

Will surely read.

Is the main character Monica somewhat inspired by any real life married wife in noida ?

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Evening Update?

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Monica did not know how long she was asleep!!
A firm knock sounded on the door. Monica’s eyes snapped open.
She was still completely naked on the bed. Dried spit and honey on her breasts. Red bite marks scattered across both ass cheeks. Her cunt felt swollen and tender. Cum had long since dried on her thighs.
Another knock, harder this time.


“Monica? Are you in there?”


Rakesh’s voice.


Panic cut through the leftover fog instantly. Monica sat up fast. Pain flared across her bruised breasts and the deep ache between her legs. She can’t wear the saree now!


She just grabbed a kurti from the side and doubled it up with simple sweatpants She ran a hand through her messy hair, tried to look less wrecked, and opened the door.


Rakesh stood outside, concern clear on his face.
“I’ve been looking for you for almost two hours. Are you okay? You just disappeared from the mela.”


Monica leaned against the doorframe, forcing her voice into something close to normal.


“I’m fine. Just… really tired. The heat, the crowd, everything. I came back to rest for a bit and ended up falling asleep. Sorry.”
Rakesh studied her face.


“You look exhausted,” he said. “Did you even eat anything?”
“I’ll eat later.” She managed a small smile. “What time is it?”
“Almost four. I just came to tell you there is a Delhi flight in the late evening… We both have office tomorrow!”


Monica nodded “ Yea . What time is the departure ?”
“ Around 10 PM tonight… the next flight is two days later!”
Monica asked “ Can we make up for the airport before that ? Also we should inform Ustad Miya and Tauji!” The words felt distant
Rakesh thought for a while “ Yes ..let’s inform them now!”
“Okay,” she said. “Just give me a few minutes to freshen up. I’ll meet you in the main hall.”


“Alright. Don’t take too long. Taiji was asking about you.”
He turned and left. Monica closed the door quietly and leaned her forehead against the wood for a second. Then she moved slowly toward the small attached bathroom, every step reminding her of exactly how thoroughly she had been fucked few hours ago.


A short while later there was another soft knock. This time it was Ustad. He stepped inside quickly when she opened the door and without a word pressed a small foil-wrapped tablet into her palm.
“I-pill,” he said under his breath. “ Had to get these after a lot of difficulty Monica!”


Monica looked at the tablet, then at him.


“You should have thought of this before you decided not to pull out.”

Ustad only held her gaze for a second longer…

"Ustad .. me and Rakesh are traveling back tonight … We both have important office meetings coming up…”


Ustad nodded “ Okay!”


“ Ustad ..let this stay between us please …I am not ruining my marriage “


Ustad silently smiled and went away. Monica swallowed the tablet with water, the bitter aftertaste sitting in her mouth as she finished getting ready.

When she finally stepped out into the main courtyard, Tauji and Taiji were waiting with Rakesh.

“Tauji, Taiji… I’m really sorry, but I have an urgent meeting at the office tomorrow morning. Something important came up. We have to take the night flight back to Delhi.”

Tauji gave a small nod, already smiling.

“Arre, beta, work is work. You go. Both of you travel safely, haan? ”
Taiji added warmly, “Take care of yourself, beta. Come again soon.”

Monica folded her hands briefly in respect. “Thank you for everything.”
They left the haveli together — Monica, Rakesh, and Ustad — in the same old Bolero. Once the house was well out of sight and the highway stretched empty ahead of them, Ustad slowed the vehicle and pulled over near a quiet stretch of road.


“Rakesh, Monica you guys go ahead to the airport, I will head to Punjab for some work and then head back to Delhi..also this is a small town airport…you both don’t sit next to each other in the flight ..someone in the village might recognise you”

Rakesh nodded, already stepping out to arrange the taxi.

“Thank you Rakesh bhai and Monica .. I got my land papers just because of you two…”

Ustad had a small speck of tear in his eyes. Monica found it ironical and funny, a goonda and brute who fucked her brains out a while ago was showing this glimpse of emotion! Monica was sure he was just putting up a show in front of Rakesh…

They soon parted ways.

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Monica took time to recover from that sleazy sex with Ustad. In the first few weeks, the phantom sensations came without warning. Monica would be sitting in a routine morning office video call, and suddenly a sharp hot flash would hit her skin—the vivid sight of Ustad’s big fat cock ramming her chut and she shamelessly yelling . Her heart would race, her palms would go cold, and she would have to switch off her camera just to steady her breathing.



But she learnt the art of moving on. She can’t just jeopardize her marriage like this. Rakesh has done nothing wrong in reality other than the fact he was never manly enough. Monica and Rakesh both knew they had to work on their marriage. They were young and hopefully have a beautiful conjugal life ahead.


Monica would wake up early and quietly step into the kitchen, making breakfast for Rakesh every morning. There is no easier way to rebuild a relationship than to enjoy simple delicious home made food together.


"Monica? You don’t have to wake up this early," Rakesh murmured, smiling warmly as he pulled out a chair. "Your office call isn't till ten."


"I wanted to," she said softly, handing him a steaming mug
That weekend they were out exploring a new Pan Asian restaurant. Monica wore a sleek black dress, her hair falling softly over her shoulders. Across the candlelit table, Rakesh stared at her as she took a slow sip of red wine. 

A sudden, quiet flicker of doubt stirred in his chest. He remembered her strange physical exhaustion when they returned from the village, the subtle, fading marks on her skin she had blamed on insect bites, and her newfound, intense hunger in bed over the past weeks.
Did something happen down in the village? the thought whispered in the back of his mind watching his sexy , elegant wife. Was there something she didn't tell me?

These doubts have haunted Rakesh ever since coming back from Village.


"What are you thinking about?" Monica asked, noticing his quiet gaze.
Rakesh reached across the table, taking her hand and squeezing it tightly. "


"Just thinking about how lucky I am. You look gorgeous tonight, Monica"
Monica smiled!


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Monica and Ustad did not talk to each other even on text for a long time. After 2 months, it was Monica and Rakesh’s wedding anniversary!
Ustad texted her in the afternoon “Happy Wedding anniversary Monica ..I wished Rakesh too!”


Monica saw the text and did not reply for a long time.. then just before leaving office, she typed “ Thank you..how you have been”


" I am good Monica , what’s the plan tonight ?” Ustad wrote back

“ Nothing much , we will go out for dinner !”


“ Just Dinner ? That’s boring no Monica ?”


“Ahh… We are boring people Ustad Miyan .. We don’t build betting rings and evade the p-o-l-i-c-e!”


“ hahahaaa… that is true Monica ..don’t ask me what’s am going through”


Monica texted back after an hour


“ Are you really running from the law, Ustad ? Where are you exactly?”


“ In South India… trying to build a localized betting ring here ..North Indian market is just so difficult to penetrate”


“Okay all the best.. I got to go..buzz me or Rakesh when you are in Gurgaon next!”
“Sure, happy anniversary once again!”
Two weeks later, Monica met Ustad alone at a quiet, roadside café on the outskirts of the Jaipur highway—far away from both their offices and homes.


They sat at a corner table.


"How is Rakesh bhai?" Ustad asked first
"He is fine. Busy with work," Monica replied, stirring her black coffee. She looked him straight in the eye, cutting through the tension. "What happened in the village, Ustad Miyan... it was a heat-of-the-moment mistake. We both know it can't happen again."


Ustad took a slow sip of his tea, his face completely calm and unbothered. "Agreed, Monica. You should not be breaking your head over it! We both have clear heads now. No need to bring the past into the future."
He leaned forward slightly. "Right now, I have bigger troubles. I’m trying to expand my local betting network in the south.. But the market is tight. Nobody wants to put big investor money into a startup like this without proper safety”


"You need investor backing?" Monica asked
"Yes…" Ustad said plainly. "My local boys have muscle, but no big party trusts us with lakhs without a solid setup."
"Don't rush it," Monica advised calmly. "Without a clear accounting system, big investors will think your boys will run away with the money…Chalo I got to go Ustad… You take care please!”




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A few weeks later, Rakesh and Monica were returning from the site visit of a lucrative Eco tourism project!

"It’s a goldmine, Monica," Rakesh said. "In three years, that land value will double. It’s the exact long-term moat we’ve been looking for."
Monica leaned her head  "It doesn't matter how good it is, Rakesh. You heard the owner. He’s explicitly looking for institutional investors—Pvt Ltd companies only. He won't sign an MoU with individual buyers like us."


"I know," Rakesh said, He paused for a mile before speaking again. "What if we don't buy it as individuals?"


Monica turned her head. "Meaning?"


"Ustad," Rakesh said plainly. "He registered a Private Limited company last year to legalise his business”
Monica instantly straightened up  "Ustad? Are you out of your mind, Rakesh? He’s shady. We both know the kind of off-the-books stuff he deals in"


Rakesh soothing her tone. "Listen to me first. We don't give him cash…We simply use his registered corporate entity on paper to sign the MoU with the resort owner. That satisfies the owner's requirement"
Monica stared at him, analyzing the logic "If his company signs, his name is on the primary agreement."


"Only as a paper vehicle," Rakesh insisted. "We draft a side-letter between us and Ustad ensuring the underlying asset rights belong to us"
Monica looked back, the eco-resort was too good to pass up, and on paper, Rakesh’s logic sounded clean. "Fine," she said softly. "But strictly on paper. Nothing more."

The next morning, Rakesh called Ustad on his phone. Ustad was in some South Indian village.
Ustad listened silently as Rakesh explained the situation!
"So you just need my company stamp and registration papers, Rakesh bhai?" Ustad asked


"Just the paper registration to lock the plot, Ustad Miyan," Rakesh said "It makes his legal team happy, and we get the allocation."
There was a long pause on the other end…. "It’s a corporate matter, brother. Let me talk to my legal guy down here in the south. Give me two days to think it over."


Forty-eight hours later, Monica was setting up dinner at the dining table on a Saturday night when Rakesh’s phone rang. He put it on speaker.
"Rakesh bhai," Ustad’s voice echoed through the room. "I spoke to my advocate. My company papers are clean enough to clear your resort owner’s verification. I can let you use my company’s name"
Rakesh smiled, looking at Monica. "That’s great, Ustad. We really appreciate—"


"But Rakesh bhai," Ustad cut in gently, his tone shifting into something deliberate. "Nothing moves for free in this world. You know how it is."


Monica’s eyes locked onto the phone. "What do you have in mind, Ustad Miyan?" she asked, her voice straight.
"I am down here in Tamil Nadu trying to scale up this betting setup," Ustad said "The local money is big, but my accounts are a mess. Local bookies are illiterate, and investors want to see proper structure"
He paused

"You and Rakesh bhai would know how to handle investor pitches, and clean up financial structures. In return for letting you use my company name, I want two hours of advisory service from both of you every Sunday morning. You need to keep my accounting clean."
Rakesh hesitated, looking at Monica. Two hours on a Sunday morning didn't sound like much!

"Just two hours on Sundays right or you will keep asking for more?" Rakesh asked, clarifying.

"Just two hours, Rakesh that’s all ..” Ustad replied with a soft, low chuckle
Monica felt a subtle prickle of unease at the back of her neck, but looking at Rakesh's hopeful expression, she pushed it down.


"Alright, Ustad Miyan," Rakesh said firmly. "We have a deal."

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The paperwork for the eco-tourism project went through without a hitch. 

 Rakesh and Monica held up their end of the bargain. Every Sunday morning, they would help Ustad with investor decks and accounting help.



Then came the phone call on a warm Thursday afternoon.


"Rakesh bhai," Ustad’s gruff voice crackled through the speaker. "The investor decks you and monica prepared... they worked. A big party down here is interested."


"That’s fantastic news, Ustad," Rakesh said, "Did he sign off on the funding?"

"Not yet," Ustad replied.

"His name is Ranga Saab. He controls a massive cash pool down in the border district. He was impressed by the numbers, but he wants to meet the people who built the deck before putting in his money. He has some specific financial clarifications I can't explain on my own."


Rakesh paused, tapping his pen. "He wants to meet us?"

"Why don't you and Monica take the upcoming long weekend and come down to Chennai?" Ustad suggested  " This border district is 5-6 hours drive from there….Stunning place…... It’ll be a great break for both of you."


"Let me talk to Monica and call you back," Rakesh said.


That night, Rakesh brought it up over dinner.


Monica set her fork down, her brow furrowing slightly. 

"A local money man? Rakesh, he’s probably a rough, uneducated local syndicate boss. What are we going to explain to him? Internal rates of return?"


"That’s exactly why he wants to meet us," Rakesh reasoned. "Guys with that kind of raw cash don't trust local bookies. They trust polished corporate professionals like us!"


Monica leaned back in her chair, a quiet realization taking shape.

"Rakesh... if this Ranga Saab actually has liquid cash” Monica said slowly, "why don't we pitch him on the eco-tourism project?"

Rakesh blinked. "The resort?"



"Think about it," she urged, leaning forward. "If we can convince him to put his money into our eco-resort deal as a primary corporate investor, we can buy out Ustad’s company stake entirely”


Rakesh stared at her, a grin spreading across his face.

 "That... is actually brilliant, Monica. That completely cleans up our paper trail"


Monica offered a small, tired smile "Plus... I really need a vacation. Getting out of Gurgaon for few days sounds good right now"

Two days later, they landed in Chennai.


The monsoon had hit the Chennai coast hard. All night, torrential rain lashed against the French windows of their hotel room, the gusting winds rattling the glass panes.
Rakesh paced the floor around 10:00 PM, looking down at the flooded hotel driveway. Anxious about the five-hour highway drive the next morning, he dialed Ustad.


"Ustad, the rain down here in Chennai is relentless," Rakesh said into the receiver. "Is it even safe to drive toward the river valley tomorrow?"


"It’s just water, Rakesh bhai," Ustad completely unbothered. "Down here in the hills, rains are normal this season. The roads are fine. Just make sure you and Monica madam carry proper swimming attires. The river level near the waterfalls is high right now, and the water currents are strong," Ustad explained smoothly



The next morning at 5:30 AM, the rain had settled into a steady, grey drizzle.
They hit the highway early, leaving the coastal skyline behind as they drove west toward the midway town of Pennakot.


Two hours into the journey,  Rakesh’s phone buzzed on . It was Ustad.

"Rakesh bhai, small update," Ustad said, his voice cut through by highway static. "Ranga Saab doesn't like outside city cars entering his border district. Local check-posts are tricky. So your taxi drops you at Pennakot. Ranga Saab is personally coming in his own vehicle to pick us up from there."
Rakesh nodded. "Okay, that's fine."


"And one more thing..." Ustad paused, taking a slow breath. "Ranga Saab is an ex-convict. He has two old land-dispute cases in the local security officer station. So just... keep things smooth."


Monica’s head snapped toward the phone. She leaned over from her seat "Ustad! You told us he was an institutional investor! We are not gang negotiators! We haven't even structured our numbers to talk to a criminal!"


"Monica, calm down," Ustad defended himself quickly. "I only found out about the old records last night from his local boys, though I’ve met him a few times. He’s a local heavy-weight, yes, but he has raw cash and respects business people. Don't worry."


In the back of the cab, silence settled heavily.
Monica took a deep, controlled breath and told Rakesh "Hey don’t panic. A man with dirty money still understands clean balance sheets. Let's just review our pitch so we don't fumble and we do a good job!”


Rakesh nodded “ Yes Monica, let me go through the EBITDA numbers once again, you read a bit about the market!”


Around 10:30 AM, the cab pulled into a quiet, muddy tea station on the outskirts of Pennakot.


Ustad was already waiting by a roadside stall, towering in a dark linen shirt. Moments later, a rugged, mud-splattered Mahindra Thar pulled into the gravel lot.


 From the driver’s side stepped Selvam, a wiry, sharp-eyed man in a plain grey shirt who moved with quiet, observant authority.


From the passenger side stepped Ranga. Broad-chested and heavily built, Ranga carried the undeniable weight of a man who commanded his territory. He wore a simple, dark blue shirt rolled up at the elbows and rugged trousers. His dark skin, thick silver-dappled mustache, and a faint scar along his jaw gave him a scary look!


As Ranga walked over, his eyes settled on Monica as she stepped out of the taxi. 

Monica wore a trendy, grey satin shirt that was unbuttoned just enough at the collar to reveal a slight line of her cleavage. The sleek fabric clung to her chest before tucking tightly into a pair of high-waisted, denim travel trousers.


"Hello.. brother. Hello Madam," Ranga spoke in a low, gravelly voice


 “Welcome. Rain is heavy in the hills today, but we will reach the island comfortably. Please, step in."

“Good Morning Ranga Saab” Rakesh greeted him


Selvam shifted the gear into drive, and the Thar rumbled out of the gravel lot, Ranga shifted his broad frame in the front passenger seat and turned halfway around, looking back at Rakesh and Monica.

“Road is bad,” Ranga said 

“City people usually start complaining by now. You okay at the back?”


“We’re fine, Ranga Saab,” 


Rakesh answered, clearing his throat. “The vehicle is solid.”

“Has to be,” Selvam grunted from behind the wheel, “Other cars get stuck in two minutes out here. Then we have to pull them out with tractors.”


Ranga spat a bit of paan out the crack of his window before rolling it back up and said “ Don’t worry about the rain Rakesh bhai .. once we are in the river you all will enjoy the place!”

Ustad smiled “Ranga Saab..they were worried about the water currents in the river”


Selvam assured “ Don’t worry …how long will you guys take for the presentation?”


Rakesh answered “ Not more than an hour at max .Selvam bhai!”


Ranga Saab nodded “ Okay then we will show you the Island properly so that you understand the full scope of our Project!”

The Thar moved through thick mountainous national forest road which got wet and slippery due to the torrential rains. The rain splattered very heavily outside!

Monica asked “ So Ranga Saab you went through our deck I suppose?”


“Yes Madam …Ustad showed me those papers you made on your computer. Good job both of you” Ranga spoke with heavy authority …and then added “ Look, madam …In my business, cash comes in black bags. Local bookies write numbers on cigarette packets and lose them by night. Half my boys are illiterate ..that’s the biggest issue!”


Rakesh nodded “ Well 

Ranga Saab..We kind of thought about that , hence we got the proposal done that way “

Selvam interrupted 

 “Well..Rakesh Bhai..… It’s a more complicated problem than that … We will explain you when you see the Island site …”

Ustad added “ Well Rakesh ..what Selvam Saab means is..… it’s a difficult terrain ..the law is always chasing us…so we…. we can’t leave any loose end!”

Monica looked at Ustad and then at Ranga Saab…“ Yea.… I agree to Ustad ..this business has risk!”

The Thar suddenly struck a deep, rain-filled pothole. Everyone was thrown slightly off balance. Monica shirt fabric slid down along her shoulder, the neckline popping open just enough to give a stark view of the upper swell of her cleavage.



She quickly caught the button and adjusted her shirt, but up front, Ranga’s eyes had caught the sequence in the side-view mirror. A flash of raw, male appreciation of Monica’s momentary massive cleavage show passed through his eyes before he casually looked back out at the muddy track ahead..



“Selvam, drive slow,” Ranga said “We have guests.”

“Track is slick, anna,” Selvam replied

The Mahindra Thar ground to a halt beside the rusted iron barrier of the forest check-post.

Selvam grabbed the registration papers from the dashboard. "Guard takes his time with entry logs. I’ll go sort it out."


Ustad stretched his arms, opening his door. "I need to stretch my legs and pee…  Rakesh bhai, coming?"


Rakesh looked out at the muddy, waterlogged post, then turned to Monica. "You want to come along? Might be a ladies restroom near the guard room."

"No, its okay"

 Monica replied “It won’t be clean enough for me to use "
"Alright” Rakesh said and went..



Ranga and Monica stepped out of the jeep and stood near the shade!


"Long drive from Chennai madam," Ranga said, his voice " was it raining a lot in there ?”

"The rain was bad Ranga Saab…" Monica said.

 "Honestly, the highway was fine, but these mountain turns take a bit of getting used to.. but the river looks pretty! "


" Oh yea… we will go around this place properly …So how long have you guys been married?"


"Two years," Monica answered naturally “We met back in Delhi during a seminar, settled in Gurgaon after”


"Any children?" Ranga asked.


"Not yet," Monica smiled slightly, looking up to meet his eyes.

 "Our work schedules are pretty demanding .frequent travel, client decks... we haven't really found the right time. 
What about you, Ranga Saab? Does your family stay here at the river estate?"

"No," Ranga said, shaking his head. "Family stays in the main town, two hours back. My wife manages the home there. I have two sons—the elder one runs a hosiery business, the younger one helps Selvam and me with local transport and quarry leases "
Monica nodded “So you spend most of your time out here in the forest?"


"Most of the week," Ranga replied “ work does not happen if these lazy assess don’t see the face of their boss every day .. they are all lazy morons.."


Monica laughed “ They must be then scared of you then…”

" Ha .ha ..  this business has risk… lot of illegal stuff happens in the forest …if these guys don’t fear me ..I can’t run my business…. Ustad mentioned you guys have few days at hand?" Ranga asked
“ yea a couple of days Ranga Saab..” Monica clarified
Ranga added “ Ok then I can help you both see the place properly around and you guys can then tell me how to invest properly”
Monica smiled “Only if the rain does not play spoil sport.. But the whole place really looks pretty ..not a place where you want to waste giving business presentation…”

“ Don’t worry, we will make it fun for you guys!”

Monica looked at him, feeling the heavy, grounded weight of his presence. He wasn't trying to impress her or act tough; he was just stating the reality of his world. There was a raw, masculine authority to him that was entirely different from the polite, corporate men she dealt with every day in office.

Before the conversation could go any further, the heavy rear door latch clicked open. Selvam tossed the stamped entry slip onto the dashboard as he climbed into the driver's seat, while Rakesh and Ustad slid back into the rear seats, shaking rain off their coats.

"Guards ask a hundred questions out here," Rakesh sighed… Selvam looked at Rakesh and smiled wicked
“ Don’t worry bro so much..now we are inside forest ..no more questions…” He quickly opened a big bottle of desi local made liquor and poured into plastic glasses…
“Whats this?” Rakesh enquired surprised


Range gave the glass to him 

“Drink it Rakesh bhai… it’s forest daaru…we locals always start our forest journey with this .drink ..drink” Ranga coerced Rakesh …


The sharp, earthy scent of raw mahua immediately filled the humid cabin of the Thar.


"Here,  madam," Ranga said, his heavy voice leaving little room for refusal. "A little warm-up before we hit the river."
Holding up her hands with a warm, apologetic smile, Monica chose the middle ground. "Ranga Saab, it smells incredible, but local forest spirits on a bumpy road will give me a terrible migraine.. Let’s reach the estate first."
Ranga grunted, though there was a glint of genuine amusement in his eyes. 


"Okay, madam. First time we can excuse you... but the next round starts with you. No escaping then."

"Fair deal," Monica replied softly, holding his gaze with a confident smirk.


Ranga handed the glass to Rakesh instead. "Drink up, Rakesh bhai. Don't be shy like a behenji."

Rakesh burned inside, but seeing Ustad already gulping his down in one long draught, he took a sip. The raw, fiery alcohol burned down his throat, making him wince and cough slightly. Ranga laughed heartily, clapping Rakesh hard on the shoulder, while Selvam took a quick swig directly from the bottle before setting it between his knees and shifting the Thar into gear.
"So Rakesh Bro…two years of marriage and such a beautiful wife and no children yet, what’s the scene bro?” Selvam asked and his eyes shifted casually to the side-view mirror, catching Monica’s reflection as she adjusted her posture in the backseat…


Rakesh smiled awkwardly “ Ere…Selvam Saab We both get very busy with our jobs and schedule…

Selvam let out a short, wicked chuckle from behind the wheel. " Ranga anna. Would have got 4 kids by thirty if he had such a beautiful wife!”
Ustad Laughed out real loud “ Rakesh bhai ..Ranga Saab thinks without four kids, his business won’t survive in future”




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The conversation in the Thar had already loosened under the effect of the forest daaru.
 
Selvam glanced at Monica in the side-view mirror and smirked.
 
“Ranga anna would have got four kids by thirty if he had such a beautiful wife.”
 
Ustad laughed loudly from the back.
 
“Rakesh bhai, Ranga Saab thinks without four kids his business won’t survive in the future.”
 
For a moment the three men seemed to expect Monica to look away or fall quiet. Instead she leaned forward slightly,
“ Wait Ranga Saab …you said you have Only two kids?” she asked lightly. “Does that mean you’re implying bhabhi is not hot enough? I don’t think she’ll be very happy if she hears that.”
There was a short, stunned silence. Then Ranga let out a genuine, rough laugh that filled the cabin. Selvam grinned widely. Even Ustad’s shoulders shook.
“Arre, madam has got a sharp tongue,” Ranga said, still chuckling. “two kid is enough headache already.
When the vehicle stopped at the muddy bank, everyone climbed out. A narrow wooden raft waited at the edge, tied to a thick root, two wiry boatmen already standing ready with long bamboo poles. They stepped onto the raft one by one. Monica moved carefully toward the centre. As the raft tilted sharply to one side, her balance faltered for a second. The front of her grey satin shirt plunged  downward, the neckline gaping open. For a clear, unhurried moment both Ranga and Selvam had a full view of the deep cleavage and the soft, heavy upper curves of her breasts pressing against the fabric.
Monica caught herself, one hand going to the side of the raft, the other quickly adjusting her shirt.
Ranga’s eyes lingered a fraction longer than necessary before he looked away toward the water. This is the second time he caught Monica with her shirt pulled down!
The boatmen pushed off.
“Now the next round starts with you, madam. No excuses left.”
“You remembered. I was hoping you’d forget.”
She took the glass without further protest, raised it slightly in a mock toast, and took a measured sip. The raw burn hit her throat immediately. She controlled the reaction, only the slightest tightening around her eyes giving anything away, then lowered the glass and met Ranga’s gaze again.
“Stronger than it looks,” she said evenly. “You people don’t play around.”
The raft continued across the wide, muddy river. Water slapped against the sides.
 
The raft rounded a sharp bend around a massive black rock.
Without warning a powerful overhead waterfall came crashing down.
 
Cold, heavy water slammed onto the wooden platform in a sudden, roaring sheet. Everyone was drenched in seconds. Monica, sitting on the left side closest to the cascade, took the full force of it. The icy water hit her shoulders and chest like a physical blow, soaking her completely.
 
Her grey satin shirt instantly turned transparent.
 
The thin fabric clung tightly to her body, outlining every curve. The dark shape of her tiny black bikini bra became fully visible underneath — the thin straps, the small triangular cups that barely contained the heavy swell of her breasts, the deep cleavage that the wet satin now framed and emphasised. Water streamed down her neck and between her breasts, making the fabric stick even closer.
Monica gasped sharply and crossed her arms over her chest in pure reflex, trying to cover herself.
 
“Shit—!”
 
The others were equally soaked. Rakesh shook water from his hair, coughing. Ustad wiped his face with one hand. Selvam cursed under his breath as he steadied the raft. The two boatmen simply laughed, used to the sudden cascade.
 
Selvam’s eyes, however, had locked onto Monica for a full second longer than necessary. The transparent shirt, the clearly outlined bikini bra, the way the wet fabric hugged the full shape of her breasts — it was not every day a man like him saw a polished Gurgaon corporate woman sitting exposed like that in the middle of a forest river.
 
“Rain has made the water really treacherous today, madam. Sorry about your dress getting soaked like that.”
“Its okay… I should have seen it coming!!”
Ranga, who had also taken in the full view without bothering to hide it, gave a low, gravelly chuckle.
“That’s why swimming dress is must, madam. . Everyone should change into swimming costume and wear life jackets before we go further.”
Selvam looked at Monica again, this time with open curiosity.
“You carrying any swimsuit, madam?”
Monica pushed her wet hair back from her face with one hand. The movement made the transparent shirt shift, briefly revealing even more of the black bikini bra and the soft upper curves of her breasts.
“I’m already wearing a bikini underneath,” she said plainly, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. “I came prepared.”
Selvam’s eyebrows rose
“I don’t like being unprepared, Ranga Saab.” Monica looked at him as the boatman threw life jackets at them.
 
“I need a bit of privacy to change properly,” Monica said, voice calm and authoritative. “Is there somewhere on the other side I can step away for two minutes?”
 
“There is,” he said and yelled at the boatman to park somewhere..

[KingRocks]

Even though writing is good pace is going too fast... As i mentioned earlier don't change the scenes too quickly transition needs to be slow from one setting to another.


You changed the village setting to another deal to be made on boats. Gave time frame of two months. Although writing of the scenes give good speed to the story but character building and story building happens in the transitions. And readers enjoy more with more timing with one setting.
I hope you will see to this.

Thank you for the quick update

[Mooni26]

Real Monica and Ustad

[Arnie786]

Very good writing,, plot is also engaging and to related with topic,,, please make some action with situation,, Monica already made good memories with ustad,,now it's time for big player,,

[Mooni26]

Dear author,
Does she look like your Monica or you have a different person in mind

[SilverArrow]

Dear author,
Does she look like your Monica or you have a different person in mind

Woow
Thanks a lot 
Really love to your effort skill creativity and the final output 
Thanks again 
Means a lot
Keep supporting as always 
Tk cr

[wepew]

To be honest, if you let her sleep with every guy, you'll lose the thrill of writing this story and abandon it halfway through, just like so many others. 

You started off strong, but you're losing momentum. I'm not trying to put you down, just giving honest feedback. 

As a fellow writer who used to publish on Xossip before quitting, I've seen this happen before. and sure u don't have climax in your mind. 

U r  excellent writer.

I liked your licking play scenes.

[SilverArrow]

To be honest, if you let her sleep with every guy, you'll lose the thrill of writing this story and abandon it halfway through, just like so many others. 

You started off strong, but you're losing momentum. I'm not trying to put you down, just giving honest feedback. 

As a fellow writer who used to publish on Xossip before quitting, I've seen this happen before. and sure u don't have climax in your mind. 

U r  excellent writer.

I liked your licking play scenes.

Thanks  
This story is mirror of real life 
So it will flow like that ...
I think you are assuming too much too soon ...

[SilverArrow]

Even though writing is good pace is going too fast... As i mentioned earlier don't change the scenes too quickly transition needs to be slow from one setting to another.


You changed the village setting to another deal to be made on boats. Gave time frame of two months. Although writing of the scenes give good speed to the story but character building and story building happens in the transitions. And readers enjoy more with more timing with one setting.
I hope you will see to this.

Thank you for the quick update

Point taken ...
I have written the story with realism in mind and hence it's a faster racy story 
But the feedback makes sense
Will keep in mind and arc for future updates 
Thanks again

[KingRocks]

Point taken ...
I have written the story with realism in mind and hence it's a faster racy story 
But the feedback makes sense
Will keep in mind and arc for future updates 
Thanks again

Thank you for considering it... Take your time and pace steady with one setting atleast for 5-7 updates or more. It will be fun to see how kuch in One setting all the characters changes and grow.

[threshlegend]

Very enticing novel, yet very underrated.
Author has immense command over the scene narration and character dev.
But there are at times gaps in continuity and world building. Otherwise this is probably a readymade script for a new-age desi Netflix series.

I also suggest a tweak in title.... change to : Monica - Noida Wife's descent into Quicksand of Lust

Awaiting update!

[rp7575]

Great update sweetrati bhai aap ne story ko always char chand laga diye hai aur story amazing bana di hai thank you bro...but please mere suggestion pe kam karna

[Fuckerzzz555]

Awaiting update.
Really hoped for Tauji fucking Monica, hopefully threesome also happens in future

[Herbiee]

Please update soon.