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

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Excellent story bro..... Keep writing ahead..... Good build up..... Keep going lets see who she has sex with now in the south..... Ustad.... Ranga..... Selvam .... Or someone else....

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Excellent story bro..... Keep writing ahead..... Good build up..... Keep going lets see who she has sex with now in the south..... Ustad.... Ranga..... Selvam .... Or someone else....

Thanks so much

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The heavy wooden raft churned against the river current near a steep bank of jagged granite, the boatman straining against his oar as the swell kept pushing them back into the main stream. The boatmen struggled hard to dock the boat as the current swept the boat ahead.
Ustad looked at the boatman struggle and said “ Look he is not able to dock the boat!”

Selvam said “ Ranga anna .. Velu and his fishermen are waiting and calling … what we tell them ?”’

Monica adjusted her dark sunglasses

"Honestly, Ranga Saab, there’s no point fighting the current just to dock here," Monica reasoned smoothly, squeezing a bit of river dampness from her satin sleeve.
 "The sun is out now. Our clothes will dry in twenty minutes anyway,Why waste time changing in the mud?"

Rakesh looked down at his own damp jacket and nodded in quick agreement. "She's right. It's warm enough now. We’re fine as we are."
Selvam looked back over his shoulder "Are you both sure? The meeting with Velu anna and his men will take some time”
"Even more reason," Monica chimed in with a dry, sharp smirk. "I can hardly walk into a traditional village meeting in a swimwear, Selvam. Let's keep moving."


Ten minutes later, the raft slid smoothly into a calm, shallow inlet where dozens of narrow wooden country boats were moored along the bank.
Standing under the sprawling, ancient banyan tree in the center of the hamlet was Velu Anna—the fishermen head Surrounded by dozen village elders and young fishermen!


As Monica stepped off the boat onto the sandy bank—her grey satin shirt drying to a soft sheen, her demeanour perfectly poised—the fishermen observed the pretty Punjabi corporate woman and her massive tight boobs and round flaring ass!












"Velu Anna," Ranga began,  "These are our friends from Delhi I spoke to you about—Rakesh bhai and Monica madam. They are designing the financial model for the eco-resort on the upper ridge."


"We don't care much Ranga" Velu said in a deep voice. "Our concern is the river. The resort plans we heard about block the eastern launch creek … If your resort takes that land, where do my men go?"
Ranga smiled “ We have plans Vellu anna…don’t get hyper”
Rakesh started to open his pitch deck on his tablet.. "Well, according to our projected map—"


"Maps don't float on water, sir," Velu interrupted dryly.
Before Rakesh could struggle further, Monica smoothly leaned forward, placing a steady hand near the edge of the mat.
"Velu Annan is completely right," Monica said, seamlessly  "A resort that fights the local community fails in its first year. That’s why our financial model doesn't block the eastern creek!”


Rakesh again tried to explain something, but this time both Ranga and Ustad scoffed at him…..


Ranga scolded Rakesh “ Aah Rakesh bhai, what is this ? We are speaking and talking right ? Who gives you the right to interrupt ? Huh ?”
Rakesh said “ Sorry Ranga bhai”

Selvam added “ Let Ranga bhai and me and madam talk …”
Rakesh’s face turned red in humiliation




Velu raised an eyebrow, exchanging a quick look with the elders “ Ranga you only speak do not let him to talk!”


Ranga added “ So Velu ..we will build you a pier ..don’t worry !”
“ and who maintains that ?” Velu asked
“ From the resort's maintenance budget," Selvam replied
Monica without missing a beat  added. "In exchange, your fishermen supply fresh, daily river catch directly to the resort kitchens”
Selvam and Ranga said together “ Yes so you guys have enough cut from our business”


Silence fell over the banyan tree grove, save for the rustle of leaves overhead.
"What anna ? We gave you only practical solutions, now say and let us go," Ranga smiled coyly

“ ok let us think, “


“ No thinking Velu anna, it’s deal..” Selvam shook his hands and got up
With the community pact informally agreed upon, the tone shifted into a warm, grounded business discussion. They spent the next forty-five minutes reviewing access routes, labor hiring from the village, and seasonal flood zones right there under the shade of the ancient tree.
Rakesh still humiliated from Ranga Saab insult heard the conversation quietly. He was angry how Ranga Saab publicly humiliated him and shut him down and neither his best friend Ustad nor his own wife Monica even protested. Rakesh was fuming inside.


After a quick, quiet lunch of fried river fish and spicy curry —where Rakesh sat in sullen, fuming silence while Monica and Ranga shared effortless conversation—the group moved to the designated spot for the formal financial presentation.



Tucked away behind a grove of wild bamboo at the edge of the river bank stood a wooden shack. The structure was heavy, built from dark, weather-beaten timber planks. Inside, the cool shadows were broken only by the yellow glow of a hanging bulb above a thick central conference table surrounded by wooden chairs and a bench. A small portable projector was already mounted on the table.


Selvam stepped inside last, swinging the heavy wooden door shut and sliding a thick iron bolt firmly into place.
Rakesh pulled out his laptop, connecting the HDMI cable to the mini projector. His hands were still trembling slightly with residual anger from his public humiliation under the banyan tree, but he forced himself to focus, eager to prove his worth.


Just as Rakesh turned on the projector bulb and the bright blue home screen lit up the room, a heavy knock echoed on the wooden door.
Selvam unbolted it slightly. A dark-complexioned local henchman leaned in, whispering urgently into Selvam’s ear before gesturing to Ranga. Ranga’s heavy eyebrows knit together. He stood up without a word, stepping outside into the bamboo grove with Selvam and the man, pulling the door shut behind them.


Inside the locked room, an uneasy silence fell.
Rakesh cleared his throat, adjusting his collar. "What's going on out there?"
Ustad shifted uncomfortably on his chair, looking at the door. "Don't worry. Probably just local valley business."


Monica leaned back in her chair, her sharp dark eyes studying the doorway. 


"Just stay focused, Rakesh. Keep your presentation crisp."
Five minutes later, the door creaked open. Ranga and Selvam stepped back inside. Selvam immediately slid the iron bolt back into place with a sharp, heavy clack.


Ranga’s expression had completely changed. The rustic, jovial host from the Thar ride was gone. His dark eyes were cold, calculated, and terrifyingly calm. He walked slowly over to the main seat at the center of the table and sat down, leaning his massive frame back.


Rakesh swallowed, standing in front of the table next to the laptop. "Uh... so, Ranga Saab, as I was saying, we'll start with the capital expenditure breakdown for Phase One—"


"Hold on a second, Rakesh brother," Ranga interrupted smoothly, his voice low and polite.


Ranga pulled a small paper notepad and a stubby ballpoint pen from his shirt pocket, placing them neatly on the wood in front of him.
"Before you show me your slides, let's just complete a few basic formalities for my records," Ranga said, looking up with an unblinking gaze. "Where do you work in Delhi, Rakesh?"


Rakesh blinked, caught off guard, but quickly fell back on their pre-planned cover story. "I... I work at Vanguard Financial Solutions, Ranga Saab. A private consulting firm in Gurgaon."


Ranga slowly wrote down Vanguard Financial Solutions on his notepad.
"Hmm. Vanguard," Ranga murmured, his pen hovering over the paper. "And where exactly is this office in Gurgaon?"


"Cyber City, Building 8," Rakesh lied smoothly, trying to sound authentic. "Twelfth floor."


Ranga wrote it down carefully. "And how long have you been working there as a senior financial consultant?"


"About six years now," Rakesh added, gaining confidence. " I..I  handle corporate projects there”


Ranga finished writing. He set the pen down gently on the notepad.
Then, a slow, terrifyingly wicked smile spread across his bearded face. He didn't look at Rakesh. Instead, he slowly turned his head toward Ustad, who was sitting at the edge of the bench.


"Ustad..." Ranga asked softly, his voice dropping into a deadly, razor-sharp whisper. "Why the fuck is your friend lying to my face?"
Ustad’s breath hitched. His eyes widened ….


Rakesh’s heart hammered against his ribs. He tried to force a nervous laugh. "Lying? What... what lies, Ranga Saab? I just told you—"
BOOM!....


Ranga stood up still having that calm ruthless demeanour.
"Are you telling me the fucking truth?!" Ranga asked his dark eyes scary even though calm..


Rakesh stumbled back against the wall, his face turning pale white, his mouth open..


Selvam stepped forward, reaching into his back pocket. He pulled out a crisp, folded sheet of A4 paper and slapped it down on the center of the table right under the bright beam of the projector light.
"Look at the paper, Mr. Vanguard," Selvam sneered cold-bloodedly.
Monica leaned forward, her heart racing as her eyes scanned the document. Rakesh stepped trembling toward the table to look.
It was a high-resolution color printout of an official Government of India Identity Card.

DELHI METRO RAIL CORPORATION (DMRC)
Name: Rakesh Mehta
Designation: Senior Executive Engineer (Infrastructure & Planning)
Employee ID: DMRC-88412




The entire shack went dead quiet. The air felt thick enough to suffocate in.
Ranga leaned over the table, his towering frame casting a massive shadow over Rakesh. "So, Mr. Rakesh Mehta... Senior Engineer for the Central Government... why did you craft a whole mountain of bullshit about a private Gurgaon firm?"


Rakesh’s knees literally shook. He backed up .. sweat bursting across his forehead in heavy beads. "I... I... Ranga Saab, please... let me explain—"


Ustad jumped up …. "Ranga Anna, listen to me, he’s my friend—"


"Shut the fuck up, Ustad!" Ranga barked without turning his head, pointing a sharp, thick finger at him. "Nobody speaks except him!"
Rakesh was on the verge of sobbing, his corporate confidence completely obliterated. "Ra..Raa..-Ranga Saab... I lied because... because I have a strict government service contract! Government engineers aren't allowed to take private commercial consulting gigs on the side! If my department finds out I'm doing private valuation work for private resorts, I lose my job …plus I ..error..We thought you won’t ever decide to work with a government employee!”


Monica quickly stood up from her chair, stepping smoothly between Ranga’s terrifying presence and her crumbling husband. Her composure was tested, but her eyes remained sharp!


"He's telling the truth, Ranga Saab," Monica insisted firmly, her voice clear and commanding despite the heavy tension in the room. "Rakesh is a senior government engineer. We lied about the firm name purely to protect his government standing, not to fool you about the resort calculations!...we just did not want unnecessary eyeballs mentioning about his government job!"


Ustad nodded rapidly. "Yes, Anna! He's harmless! We did not want government job fiasco within our deal..He did not exactly mean to lie”
Ranga stared at Monica, then slowly turned his smoldering, wicked gaze back onto Rakesh


"Harmless?" Ranga sneered, a dark, sinister chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. "A central government officer walks into my private valley with hidden identities... right when the cops are sniffing around my border posts?"


Ranga took two slow, deliberate steps around the table, closing the distance until he was standing inches away from Rakesh.
"How the hell do I know you two aren't fucking undercover agents?" Ranga asked "How do I know you're not wearing  hidden cameras right now to build a case against my syndicate?!"


Rakesh panicked completely, raising his trembling hands in the air. "No! No! I swear on my life, Ranga Saab! We are not spies! Check us! Search the laptop! Search our bags! Check my clothes right now! We have nothing to hide!"


Monica held her ground, looking Ranga straight in his  eyes. "Ranga Saab, come on please! look at him! Look at us! Do we look like undercover cops to you? Search everything we brought into this room if you don't believe us!"

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The air inside the locked wooden shack grew dangerously thick. The dim yellow bulb overhead cast long, swaying shadows across the table as Ranga stepped closer to Rakesh.

With terrifying, cold-blooded stillness, Ranga raised his massive hand and placed it heavily on Rakesh’s trembling shoulder. He didn't push or hit him; he simply gripped the collarbone, his fingers sinking into the soft fabric of Rakesh’s jacket like an iron vise.

"You shouldn't have lied to Ranga Saab, Rakesh brother," Ranga said, his voice smooth, low, and laced with absolute, chilling calm. "I treat my guests with respect. I open my valley to them. But when a man hides who he really is... it makes my blood run cold."


Selvam stepped up right next to Ranga, his arms folded across his thick chest. "It's too risky now, Anna," Selvam spat, staring at Rakesh with disgust. "We are about to lay out millions of rupees in private equity figures, seasonal tax bypass routes, and land allocations.

How can we share secrets with a government man who lied like this?”


"Exactly," Ranga nodded slowly, his dark eyes fixed on Rakesh's pale face. "You know, Rakesh brother... Four years ago, two smooth-talking accountant from Jaipur came to this valley. Pretended he wanted to invest in my sand quarries. Turn out he was an Income Tax enforcement officer. A month later cops were onto us!!”


Selvam grunted, a bitter sneer on his lips. "That’s how Anna and I got arrested back in 2022. Spent two years in a dusty jail cell because we trusted a well-dressed liar."


"No! Ranga Saab, please!"

Monica stepped in smoothly, placing herself right beside the table. Even in the middle of a high-tension interrogation, her demeanor remained  poised. 
She tilted her head, her dark eyes flashing with sharp sarcasm. "Do you honestly think Rakesh has the guts or the intelligence to be an undercover cop? He can barely handle a traffic cop in Delhi without sweating through his collar! We are not that type, and you know it."

Ustad raised his hands, trying to diffuse the heat.

"Yes, Ranga Anna! I swear on my mother, he's just a government engineer.. Government agencies are real strict these days with money laundering..So he just played safe…. He's no spy!"



Ranga didn't even blink.  "Maybe madam. But we don’t operate with doubts…... we don’t know right ? Selvam... check out hero thoroughly”


Before Rakesh could evade, Selvam lunged forward, grabbing Rakesh by his shirt collar and shaking him so violently that Rakesh's head snapped back.


Rakesh in front of Selvam and Ranga Saab while Monica looks




"Hey! Guys, don't get violent!" Monica snapped instantly,  "He has nothing hidden on him! Keep your hands off!"
"Let's see, madam ..you please sit wherever you are .. And Ustad you also ..just be seated .." Ranga chuckled wicked, gesturing for Selvam to proceed. "I was arrested once because I was polite. Never again."
What followed was complete, methodical destruction of Rakesh’s dignity.


Selvam grabbed the lapels of Rakesh’s linen blazer and ripped it off his arms in one rough motion, tossing it onto the dusty floor.


"Start unbuttoning, my Hero!" Selvam ordered coldly.


Rakesh’s hands shivered so violently he couldn't align his fingers with the buttons of his crisp white shirt. Ranga grew impatient, reaching out with his massive hands and tearing the shirt open, popping the buttons off like plastic beads.


As the shirt fell away, exposing Rakesh in his thin, sleeveless white vest, Ranga let out a loud, mocking scoff.
"Look carefully Selvam!" Ranga asked, pointing a thick finger at Rakesh’s pale, narrow chest and slouching shoulders. "Is our hero hiding anything behind that narrow, drooping shoulders ?"
Selvam smirked viciously. "He looks like he's never lifted a bucket of water in his entire life, Anna. Those Jaipur officials had at least better physiques !"


Rakesh stood there, shivering in the humid heat, his face burning with deep, soul-crushing humiliation. Sweat poured down his face as he tried to cover his chest with his arms.
"Ranga Saab, seriously, this is ridiculous," Monica interjected, leaning against the edge of the table, her tone laced with sassy defiance. "You’re breaking his buttons just to prove a point? You're scaring us to death! He’s a civil engineer, not James Bond!"


"If he has nothing to hide, he shouldn't be scared,  Madam," Ranga countered , his smoldering eyes dancing with sadistic pleasure. He turned his attention back to Rakesh’s trembling frame. "Take off the vest. Now."
Rakesh whimpered, crossing his arms tighter. "Please... Ranga Saab... please..."
Selvam didn't wait. He grabbed the top of the vest and peeled it over Rakesh’s head, yanking it off and throwing it aside. Now completely bare-chested, Rakesh’s soft, out-of-shape belly and pale skin were laid bare under the bright yellow light of the shack.


"Nothing in there till now Selvam!" Ranga roared with laughter, slapping his thigh. " But look at him..Sitting in a soft Gurgaon chair for ten years, eating oily fast food! Look at his ribcage, Selvam...  A single blow from a village boy would snap him in half!"



Ustad stood by the bench, raising his hands occasionally to pretend he was defending his friend. "Come on, Anna... spare him now!" he muttered out loud, but deep down, a quiet, sinister smile flickered in Ustad's eyes. He was secretly loving every single second of watching his nerdy upper-class buddy get stripped down and publicly humiliated.


Selvam yelled back “ Hey Ustad Miyan. You stay out of this please …it’s between us and him …you stay out ok ?”
Ustad shook his head in mock despair ..Monica just looked away, not able to digest the scene unfolding with her hapless husband…

"Now the trousers," Selvam commanded, tapping his foot impatiently. "Unbuckle it."
"No! Please! Not the pants!" Rakesh sobbed out, his voice cracking like a child's,  as he clutched his belt. "I swear I don't have any recorder! Check my pockets! Check my shoes!"


"Unbuckle it yourself, or Selvam tears them off," Ranga threatened, his tone dropping into a icy, uncompromising wall.
With trembling, useless fingers, Rakesh unbuckled his leather belt and unbuttoned his trousers. He let them drop down to his ankles, stepping out of them until he was standing in the middle of the locked room in nothing but his branded dark blue boxers and black socks.

The contrast in the room was absolute. Rakesh stood silently in his underwear, completely stripped of his authority, his corporate status, and his manhood.


Ranga leaned back in his chair, stretching his thick arms out over the wooden table, taking a long, deep look at the shivering, semi-naked man in front of him.


"Well, well, well," Ranga murmured with a wide, wicked grin, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. "No wires. No hidden cameras. So far Selvam .good quick job”




Rakesh stripped by both Ranga Saab and Selvam while Monica looks helpless 




Ranga tilted his head.

“But I still have a few questions, Rakesh bhai. And you will answer them properly… while standing exactly like that.”
Rakesh’s throat moved as he swallowed.

“Ranga Saab… please… I’ve already—”


“Quiet.” Ranga’s voice stayed calm. “First question. What is your full designation in the government?”
Rakesh’s voice came out thin.


“Senior… Senior Executive Engineer… Public Works Department, Gurgaon division.”
“Louder,” Selvam ordered.


“Senior Executive Engineer, Public Works Department!” Rakesh repeated, face burning.
Ranga nodded slowly, as if filing the information away.


“Second question. How much do you earn in a month… official salary only.”


Rakesh hesitated. Monica’s eyes stayed away from this cruel torture her husband was going through.She just looked away in absolute despair, sympathy only growing for Rakesh!


“Two… two lakh ten thousand… before tax.”

Ranga and Selvam both laughed — short, ugly sounds.


“Two lakh ten,” Ranga repeated, looking at Selvam. “And still this body. Soft belly, no shoulders, standing in his underwear like a collegeboy. Money really can’t buy everything, haan?”


He turned his attention back to Rakesh.


“Third question. Have you ever been in a physical fight in your adult life? Even one?”
Rakesh’s answer was almost a whisper.


“No.”

“Speak up.”

“No, Ranga Saab. Never.”

Ranga smiled, clearly enjoying himself.

“Last question for now. Turn around. Slowly. Full circle. Let everyone see what Mr. Rakesh Mehta looks from all sides!”
Rakesh’s face crumpled. For a moment it seemed he might refuse. Then, with the defeated movement of a man who had already lost, he began to turn.

He rotated slowly under the yellow bulb. The light moved across his narrow back, the slight softness at his waist, the pale skin that had never seen real physical work. When he faced them again, his eyes were wet.


“Good. No wires anywhere” Ranga said

Selvam added “ He is a good find Ranga anna, he does not seem man enough to rat us out… he is like a behenji.. so no harm!”

Ranga turned to Selvam “ Don’t rush Selvam… he is fine… but what about Madam! Huh ?”



Monica felt the shift the moment Ranga’s attention locked onto her. Something cold moved through her chest.
“He’s clean,” she said. Her voice came out steady, but the edge in it was tighter than before. “Let him put his clothes back on.”

Ranga did not blink.

“We did not say that yet, madam.”

The words landed quietly, but they changed the temperature of the room. Monica’s fingers curled slightly at her sides.


“What do you mean?”


Ranga leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking under his weight. His tone stayed almost polite.


“Your husband is clean. That does not mean you are. A woman can hide things just as easily. Sometimes better.”
For a second Monica simply stared at him. The reality of the locked door, the dense forest outside, and the two men who had already stripped her husband in front of her settled deeper into her bones. They were alone here. No signal. No help. No rules except the ones Ranga decided to make.


Still, she refused to take that shit.

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard all day,” she said, sharper now. “You think I’m walking around with a wire under my shirt? After getting soaked on that raft? In this heat? Use your head, Ranga Saab.”
Selvam took one slow step closer. His voice was flat, almost bored.

“We don’t take chances, madam. Not after what happened last time.”


Monica’s gaze flicked from Selvam to Ranga, then to her husband — standing half-naked, eyes wet, completely unable to protect either of them. Something tight and angry twisted in her stomach. She could feel the trap closing, and the knowledge that fighting too hard right now would only make it worse.


“You’re enjoying this,” she said, quieter but colder. “Both of you. This stopped being about security a while ago.. Right gentlemen ?”


Ranga’s mouth curved, just slightly.


“Maybe. But you will still do what is asked.”


Rakesh’s voice cracked from the middle of the room.

“Ranga Saab, please— leave her alone. I’ve already done everything you wanted—”
Selvam turned on him like a whip.

“Shut your mouth and stay where you are. You already showed what a sissy you are. Don’t make us now hit you hard …. You are our guest….”

Rakesh flinched hard. Monica’s eyes cut to him.

Ustad shifted near the wall, raising both hands.

“Ranga Anna, this is enough. I brought them. I’ll take responsibility for—”
Ranga didn’t even look at him.


“Sit down, Ustad. This is no longer your conversation.”


Ustad’s mouth closed. The silence that followed was thick enough to feel.
Selvam’s eyes returned to Monica.

“Jacket. Madam take that Jacket off.”

Monica stood very still. Every part of her wanted to refuse, to keep using her voice like a blade. But the locked door and the two larger men and her husband’s helpless state made the calculation brutally clear. Pushing further would only invite hands on her body instead of words.



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The silence after the jacket hit the chair felt intentional.

Monica stood in the damp grey satin shirt and trousers, arms at her sides. Ranga watched her without urgency, as if he had all night.

“Okay…now the shirt….quickly!”

Monica’s answer was immediate.

“Are you both fucking crazy ? You are smoking some high quality stuff is it ? You want me to take my shirt off ? Really ?”


Ranga did not look surprised. He simply nodded once, as though her refusal was expected.

“You can keep telling No…. And waste both our time ….” he said. “ I have my own rules in this forest ..... And I do it to avoid land up in jail … we know smart beautiful women like you ratting others! So no chance Madam?”
“Ustad ..this man is just mad .. he…he wants me to remove my shirt here … in front of everyone?”
Ustad shook his head “ Ranga Anna. Anna… she is a genuine woman…I have known both Rakesh and Monica for long… you don’t need to do this!!”

Ranga calmly raised his voice “ Ustad .. I can shove that paper up your ass and throw you out of business..first your chutiya friend gives a fake identity and then you lecturing me ? “



Selvam added “ Ustad Bhai.. you just shut up … let Madam and 
Rakesh manage their case!”
Ranga looked at Monica “ madam quick …we don’t have whole day”

Monica snapped “ What’s this Ustad ? We both trusted you ..we helped you set up your whatever business…and this is what you got us into ? How can they just ask a woman remove her shirt and stand just in a fucking Bra?” Monica looked around clenching her teeth in helplessness….

Ustad looked down “ I am sorry Monica “


Selvam stepped a foot closer “Madam.. open your  shirt .Now!”



Now it's Monica's turn


Ranga leaned back, the chair creaking under his weight. His voice stayed mild, almost conversational.
“Four years ago two clean-looking men from Jaipur sat in a room very much like this one. They also said they were only here for business. They also smiled and talked about investments. Six weeks later I was in a cell. Selvam was in the cell next to me. All because I decided to trust people who looked respectable.”
He let the words settle.



Selvam spoke coldly  “Your husband started this today when he hid who he really is. That single lie is the reason we are here. I don’t get to take risks anymore. Not even a small one.”
Monica’s voice stayed sharp.


“So because someone else cheated you , I have to stand here and undress .. you are asking a woman do that ? That’s your logic?”

“Yes,” Ranga said simply. “Because I can’t tell the difference between a real corporate woman and a well-trained agent until I check. .Completely.”

“There’s nothing to check,” Monica insisted. “You already saw me soaked on the raft. If I was carrying something it would have been obvious. This is just you using the situation.”
Ranga’s gaze didn’t waver.


“Maybe we are…Now quick!!” Selvam growled

Monica felt the walls of the argument close in. Continuing would only give Ranga more reasons to involve Rakesh again. The smart move, the only move left that kept her some control, was to end it on her terms.
She exhaled once, slow..

“You’re going to regret this..” Monica said, voice low and cold. “But fine. You want the shirt. You’ll get the shirt. Neither of you touches me. I do it myself.”


Ranga gave a small nod, granting the condition like a minor concession.

Monica’s hands rose to the top button of the damp satin shirt. She worked it free. Then the next. Her movements were deliberate, almost unhurried, the kind of slow precision that could have been mistaken for something else if her eyes hadn’t stayed locked on Ranga the entire time — defiant, sharp, refusing to look defeated.
Button by button the shirt opened, revealing the black edge of her bra and the soft upper curves of her breasts. She did not rush. She also did not hide.






Monica loosing top exposing to Ranga and Selvam 




When the last button came undone she paused, holding the shirt closed with one hand.
Ranga’s voice was quiet..


“Take it off completely.”


Monica’s mouth curved in a humourless, sarcastic smile.

“Of course. Which man does not enjoy a free show”

Rakesh exalted in terror “Monica don’t ..don’t do that …Please …”

Monica looked at Rakesh “ As if we had that choice Rakesh ?”

Tears rolled out of Rakesh’s swollen sunken ears.. he must not had that sort of humiliation for his own nudity as much as Monica’s nudity hit him. He sharply looked at the wall unable to bear the cruelty of his beautiful hot Punjabi wife opening her shirt in front of these forest thugs… Rakesh violently shook his head in exasperation …broken. Torn. Humiliated. Emasculated.

Monica pulled the shirt open, slid it down her arms in one smooth motion, and let it fall to the floor. Immediately she crossed her arms over her chest, covering herself as much as the small black bra allowed. The bra was thin-strapped, expensive, and clearly not designed for this kind of light. It strained down by the massive weight of Monica’s huge massive 36D tits which proudly blossomed out from the tiny Bra. The Bra hardly had fabric on the side and almost half her boobs has already spilled out from both the sides. Monica tried desperately to adjust her Bra from the side so that atleast the nudity does not fully show from the side..

“There,” Monica finally sighed. “No wire. No camera. Nothing but the obvious which a woman has… You just unnecessary made me strip to the Bra”


Selvam and Ranga Saab manipulating Monica to go full strip




Ranga’s eyes moved over her without haste — the black bra, the defensive cross of her arms, the anger she refused to swallow. He could not believe the size of her tits. Being a man crazy about big tits, these were probably the best pair he saw in life. The fact that it was so firm and tight in spite of the Bra giving minimal coverage was what stunned Ranga and Selvam both and send an immediate electric current through their pants… Their dicks were by now shamelessly hard under their pants.. ..




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Ranga’s eyes had already moved lower.

“Nice choice of Bra ..what say Selvam?” Ranga looked at Selvam and chuckled …

Selvam adjusted his crotch shamelessly and said “ It hardly covers her tits..Ranga anna !...but quite stylish piece she is wearing”

Monica snapped hard “Now what’s this bakwaas you two are doing ?”

Ranga ignored Monica’s reaction and told to Selvam “ Aree Selvam …Madam has really large Boobs… that’s why the  Bra is not able to cover her tits at all…”

Selvam sneered “ Ranga anna, corporate women these days wear such tiny expensive Bras… our Monica madam is no different!”

Monica yelled “ Guys enough!! What’s this commentary now?”

Monica felt like slapping Selvam hard. Really hard. She does not know how she controlled her hand..
Ranga smiled “ Ok Selvam now behave ..and let us get back to business”

Monica asked “Now you two are convinced right ? Can I just wear my shirt back if you both are done with your tamasha!!”

Ranga’s voice did not rise. He nodded like a jackal and spoke “ Madam… wait ..wait…who assures us you aren’t hiding anything underneath your pants”

The whole shack fell silent.

Monica yelled

“You’ve both lost your mind. I’m already standing here in a bra because of your doubts. You’re not getting another piece of clothing.”

“Your husband started this when he hid his real job. I know what girls are capable of these days…. Why should we take or have doubts ? You tell me ? I don’t stop until every possible place a wire or a camera could hide is taken off”
Rakesh’s voice cracked from the centre of the floor.


“Ranga Saab— please. Not this. She’s my wife—”
.
Selvam replied “ Rakesh bhai, look we did not lie to begin with ..we showed you our entire estate ..we told our plans trusting you fully ..what you gave in return ? Dhoka.. you bloody lied about your job.. how are we gonna trust you .

.Ustad what sort of joker guy you got for us from Delhi ?”


Ustad was looking away ..he muttered hesitantly

“ Rakesh, I told you repeatedly..don’t play smart with them..you did not listen a word… I warned you …I warned you so many times… it’s because of you we both me and Monica lost their trust ..Monica was right ..we should not have included you in this advisory with …we both could have just pulled it off better” Ustad spoke with regret as if whole thing were crumbling due to Rakesh. Rakesh made a red shameful face and looked down like a punished college boy.
Ranga nodded “ Okay . Good Ustad Bhai you at least realized my point .. I need to trust my partners.. That’s the rule no ? Now Madam please remove your pants..or do you want us to do it for you ?”


Rakesh pleaded again .. “ Ranga anna ..I did a mistake… actually my department is very strict and they dig out info ..so I thought ..”.

Monica cut Rakesh off without even looking at him.

“Shut up, Rakesh. You have landed us in this mess. Don’t you realize this?  Don’t make this worse by opening your mouth again.”

Rakesh gulped hard “ So ..Sorry Monica!”

Ustad now shouted at him “ Rakesh not a word more, let Monica handle it ..you are just making it worse”
Monica had an irritated flustered face.. still her voice sounded sassy and sharp

“Al right Ranga Saab.. I will get my trousers off… But let’s get this done real quick… and I mean it really..I can’t stand in my panties for so long!”

Ranga’s smile widened a fraction.

“It’s bad luck for you today, madam. That’s all. Now stop talking and take them off.”

Monica’s hands went to the button of the denim.

Her fingers worked it free with slow, deliberate movements. The zipper followed — a long metallic sound that seemed to fill the entire shack. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and began pushing the jeans down over her hips.
The fabric was still slightly damp and clung to her skin. She had to work them lower inch by inch, past the full curve of her hips and the tops of her thick thighs. The movement forced her to bend slightly. When the jeans reached her knees she straightened, then pushed them the rest of the way down. She stepped out of one leg, then the other, and kicked the denim aside with sharp, angry force.

Now she stood in only the black bra and matching black panties.

The panties were minimal to the point of insolence — a tiny, expensive triangle of smooth black fabric at the front that barely covered the soft mound of her cunt, held by two thin strings that sat low on her hips and disappeared between the round cheeks of her ass at the back. There was almost nothing to them.  Against her fair skin the black looked even smaller, even more deliberate, even more like something that was pure erotic beauty from this bold Punjabi corporate wife. Being stripped out of whatever Modesty Monica had, the thing which thrilled both the history sheeter was the choice of Lingerie the bold investment banker had decided to put on that day. That piece of Monica’s Bra and Panties spoke a thousand unspoken word about her boldness and confidence she proudly stood for.



Monica is fully stripped to Bra and Panties by Ranga Saab and Selvam 


Monica  crossed one arm hard over her chest and the other lower, trying to reclaim some fraction of cover. Her heavy breasts strained against the thin bra with every breath. Her voice, when it came, was tight with fury and still full of pure, cutting sass.

“There. Bra and just my panties Ranga anna. No wire. No camera. Nothing. You’ve stripped my husband to his underwear and me to this. Congratulations”







Monica ready to give presentation in lingerie in front of Ranga and Selvam 

[KingRocks]

Great update with drama and stripping. Images are very nice touch

[SilverArrow]

Great update with drama and stripping. Images are very nice touch

Thanks so much

[Maaran57]

Well written! kudos

[SilverArrow]

Well written! kudos

Thanks

[Lucifer8797]

Wonderful story.. writing skills and stable story plot is wonderfully drafted… looking eagerly for next update

[val.coutinho]

Good and hot update...... Hopefully next update will be soon

[SilverArrow]

Wonderful story.. writing skills and stable story plot is wonderfully drafted… looking eagerly for next update

Thanks

[SilverArrow]

Good and hot update...... Hopefully next update will be soon

Next update will be at 11 pm tonight

[Arnie786]

Please make some action,, now story demands some Hot turn after ustad village scene,, Monica is already on erotic path,, please give other's some chance

[Blackdick11]

Rakesh isn’t going to save Monica, but Ustad has the perfect chance to swoop in, save her, and become her hero.

[SilverArrow]

Rakesh isn’t going to save Monica, but Ustad has the perfect chance to swoop in, save her, and become her hero.

Hmm interesting perspective..so do you want that hero worship or do u want much more sinister

[SilverArrow]

Next update will be at 11 pm tonight

Sorry readers 

I ran into some problem last night 
It will be posted today by all means 
Apologies once again