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

[threshlegend]

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

I think the update was solid..... the escalation was well paced..... and  the way Rakesh got outsmarted by Ranga and co., was well executed ..... they shouldve known playing with Ranga  was playing with fire.... when someone like Ustad is indicating, Ranga is more of a criminal than the skydeck team.... then gotta be careful.
(But I also wish to see that later....somehow Rakesh being the govt guy.... shud come... in handy ... not necessarily ... immediately.... but later...)


This bra and panty ppt, is so refreshing and unheard of!!!!
Just so very teasing... and maybe somewhere Monica is also relishing it. The images are sexy af, top notch! Just keep the face abit consistent...really spices it up in sending blood to flow faster in our rods.

Regarding Ustad hero worship.... not needed.... but a nudging input at the right time shud be added..... he got them here coz he obv knew Monica will be the X factor.

Awaiting next update

[alsmailbox]

Very criso and detailed writing. Great read. But the show needs to speed up now. Its just getting built up from so long. It needs a hard show now. Get her to give presentation in undies, and then they invest inside her, if she wants the funds.
Or it can turn into a celebration in d eve with strong weed and then a hardcore g@ngbang including rakesh, just the fact that he doesnt realise it as he is high.

Later she becomes their project head for all future projects and the same descent continues.

[SilverArrow]

Monica stood in the centre of the shack in only her designer bra and the tiny matching panties, one arm still crossed over her chest.  

Rakesh remained frozen in his boxers a few feet away, unable to look directly at her. Ustad stood in awe near the wall.

Ranga’s eyes stayed on her minimal black triangle panties between her thighs.

“Interesting choice of panties, madam,” Ranga said, voice low. “For an investor meeting in the middle of the forest… you packed the smallest possible panties you had in your wardrobe it seems..”

Selvam let out a short, rough laugh, openly adjusting his crotch without shame.


“Anna, that thing is barely there. You know these types are actually popular in the cities …..haha..”
Monica’s eyes narrowed, but still she spoke with confidence

“I’m so glad my lingerie is providing entertainment to you both!  Should I also give you the brand name and the price, since you guys are so damn interested in them than the actual presentation!”

Ranga’s dirty mouth curved.

“Selvam don’t get distracted by her Panties …… May be this is how Gurgaon corporate wives dress up underneath.… Chalo let’s get back to work”

Monica let out a short, disbelieving breath and spoke with biting sarcasm..

“Yes, Ranga anna. I woke up this morning, looked at my drawer, and thought, ‘What if I get stripped by two suspicious  history sheeter today? Better wear the most expensive, most revealing pair I own.’ Brilliant deduction.”
Ranga and Selvam laughed at Monica’s sarcasm!!

Monica impatiently asked “Now… You’ve had your look. You’ve made your point. Give me my clothes back. We can start the actual discussion once I’m dressed ..right ?”

Ranga and Selvam whispered to each other’s ears something.

Monica impatiently shouted “ Hello Mister. Give back my clothes I said !”

Ranga’s answered nonchalantly … “No need of clothes.. We can continue”

The two words landed heavier than a shout. Monica’s fingers dug into her own arm.
“What do you mean, no clothes?”

“ I mean the clothes stay where they are,” Ranga replied  “Your husband started this morning by lying about who he is. That single lie is the reason both of you are standing here like this. I have been burned before by clean-looking people who talked business while they were recording everything. I don’t give benefit of doubt anymore!”
He let the words sit for a moment.

“ If you two were really just corporate people with nothing to hide, you will present exactly like this. If you start demanding clothes now, it only tells me you’re still not being fully transparent”
Monica stared at him.

“You’re saying I have to stand here in my bra and panties and walk you through a crore plus investment proposal… all because my husband panicked and hid his job title.. What and how that makes sense Ranga Saab ?”
“Yes,” Ranga answered simply. “That is exactly what I am saying. The clothes stay off until I am satisfied. That is the only way this meeting continues..”  

“ What the fuck!!!  You still actually believe I am hiding a fucking camera inside my panties ? Really ? I need to believe that ?” Monica scoffed at both

Selvam made it clear ..“Look Madam we can’t just trust you both completely ..Please understand how we operate .. This is a risky business . we don’t and should never trust easily ..…  ” Ranga said … “ if you present like this, in your whatever you are wearing right now..… you at least prove to me that you guys are really keen to work with us and never probably trick us in future! Now do you get it Madam jee ? ”

Monica felt their stares like heat on her skin. The thin bra straps cut into her shoulders. The tiny panties sat low and inadequate. A low, unwanted throb had started between her legs the moment the dress came off, and every second of their open staring made it worse. She hated the reaction. She hated that her body was responding to the exact men who were humiliating her.


“That’s the most weird thing I have heard in my life Ranga Anna..and you still want me to believe that ridiculous fucking bull shit. Really ? And what if I just refuse?”

Ranga smiled “ Then we can’t have a deal Madam jee. Simple. We will drop you back to the check post before evening!”

Selvam added “ We were not careful and we landed in jail for three years… We are just being careful Monica jee … we aren’t forcing you for anything! Right ?”

Rakesh stammered from the side “ Mon..Monica ..please let’s run away .. These guys are dangerous animals!”
Selvam got up to hit Rakesh “ Hey man, please mind your language.. what do you mean we are animals? ”
Rakesh still spoke “ Monica…Please let’s just go away from here!..” He continued whining …


Monica snapped back “ Rakesh ..shut the fuck up ..Please… It’s just because of you !!! Who the fuck asked you to lie ? Ustad specifically told both of us to be honest and careful and not fudge any data or facts… Now you are telling us to run ?? They have your credentials..your picture in underwear dealing with them and your entire details of lying on their face..how much time will it take for them to expose your lies .. Tell me?..We repeatedly told you to put straight facts!!!”


Ranga  smirked  “ Well.. Madam jee we won’t trouble you or blackmail you guys because of the lie your husband told me.. It’s okay .. But don’t tell me later please I have been forcing you “
Ustad said to Rakesh “Rakesh ..we discussed right ? No lies ..No manipulation… no snitching. … To be honest it’s you who broke the honesty .. not Ranga anna or Selvam bhai …Don’t do rash things like running and all.. Are you mad or what ”


Ranga got up “Guys decide fast… I don’t have all the day please ..Even this place is highly risky and any time the Tamil Nadu cops can raid this Island..So be fast ..!”


Monica sighed. She knew there were way too many risky open loop if she backs out now..
“Okay guys just lets get done with this.. .. Ranga Anna I am just agreeing to this  arrangement to prove we did not intend to manipulate you even a bit! And this stays within these four walls of the room…Is that okay?” Monica spoke confidently ..


Ranga nodded and settled down on the chair.
.
“You have my word Madam…now please start …”
Monica walked in front of the laptop and faced the men in front. The cool air of the shack touched every inch of skin of her the two scraps of fabric did not cover.


The first thirty seconds were the hardest. But Monica was professional.. part of her MBA training taught her how to maintain her composure even under the most stressful situation.










“Land parcel first,” she began, voice steady. “Forty-two acres of river-facing land with existing access roads. Current valuation sits at eighteen point seven lakhs per acre for the primary strip—”
Selvam interrupted, hand still moving slowly under the table.


“Eighteen point seven is aggressive, madam. Most buyers in this district don’t pay that much just to look at water.”
“Of course he starts with the price. Eyes on my tits, hand on his cock, and the first thing he challenges is the valuation. Typical Bastard” Monica thought


Monica reached up, hooked a finger under the left bra strap that had already begun to slip, and pulled it back over her shoulder without breaking eye contact.


“It’s the start of the business, Selvam anna. The land will only get more expensive once the project is live. You should be more worried about under-pricing than over-pricing.”
Ranga’s voice came next, low and calm.


“Okay. Selvam check the price in the local broker market… We will see this Madam. ..Next slide Please”
She clicked. The movement made both her breasts shift heavily inside the thin cups. The right strap slid halfway down her upper arm. A quick flash of panic moved through her chest.
“Not now. Do not let it fall please. Not in the middle of a sentence”


She paused just long enough to use both hands, calmly sliding the strap back into place and lifting the cup so it covered her again. Her fingers brushed the soft upper swell of her boobs for a brief second.





“This is the operating plan for the casino component. Ustad’s ground team can handle basic security and logistics, but the actual gaming floor needs experienced operators. My recommendation is to lease that part to a proper franchise.”


Ranga glanced at Ustad.


“You hear that Ustad? Your boys are not enough…I told you hundred times this ..and she mentions the same thing ..Now see ? ”..


Ustad muttered something defensive. Monica did not look at him.

Monica thought “Good. Keep the focus on the work. Every second they spend arguing about operators is a second they’re not commenting on my body”.








Rakesh made a small, choked sound from the side that Monica deliberately ignored.
Monica knew she could not react .She has not looked at Rakesh ever since she stripped..  .”Do not look at Rakesh. Do not give any of them the satisfaction of seeing you react” She told herself continuously!
She clicked to the cash-flow sheet, the thin string of her panties shifting against her as she moved, and kept going ..
But soon as the discussion gathered pace, Monica set into a rhythm. Rakesh could not look at her. He trembled in the erotic heat of the room stunned at Monica’s relative ease now. She was not trying to hide her tits or panty front anymore now..not that she was exactly comfortable but she was not hiding anymore…


Monica continued ..“Historical flooding data shows six to eight weeks of high water on the southern edge. We’ve already excluded it from Phase-1. The blue area on the map is non-buildable”
Selvam leaned back..“ Yes I agree but I won’t leave such a large portion of land unutilised ..It’s a loss for us”
Monica replied back “ That will be real difficult Selvam Saab ….I don’t think that’s happening!”
Ranga interrupted “ Madam has a point Selvam ..even I am worried on that ..We need some logic for this!”
Monica nodded “ Yes Ranga Anna ..thats what I was explaining”


Monica clicked to the cash-flow sheet. Monica turned toward the laptop to open the cash-flow file.
The movement was simple, but the position it created was filthy. She bent at the waist, one hand braced on the edge of the rough wooden table, the other navigating folders on the screen. The tiny black panties stretched tight across the full, round curve of her ass. The thin strings dug into her ass and disappeared completely between her cheeks, leaving the soft, bare undersides and the deep cleft fully exposed under the yellow light. Her ass was suddenly less than a foot from Ranga and Selvam’s faces — close enough that either man could have leaned forward, pressed his nose against the damp fabric, and inhaled her.













Monica  straightened quickly and turned back around.




Rakesh’s face had gone a deep, sickly scarlet. His whole body trembled.
Ranga pointed out  “Year one is still high Madam — 38% occupancy while the brand establishes itself is not okay ! What happens if you drops it to 25% instead ?”







Monica calculated  ..“Then year-four returns will fall by roughly 8%. Still positive”
Monica was mid-sentence, when a heavy knock sounded on the wooden gate of the shack.
Ranga’s voice cut through the sudden silence

“Who is it?”

A rough male voice shouted from outside, thick with the local accent.

“Anna! Sand trucks are here. Driver says they need clearance papers signed before they can enter the upper road”
Monica’s eyes widened.

“Ranga Saab—” her voice came out sharper than she intended, edged with real panic. “You can’t let more men in here Pls. I’m standing here in just my undergarments. Literally nothing else. If those drivers walk in—”
Ranga turned his head


“They’re not coming inside,” he said flatly. Then he looked at Ustad. “Ustad. Go handle the clearance Please. Sign the papers on my behalf”

“Yes, Anna.”

Ranga looked up towards him  “I will look after the presentation . You don’t come back before sorting out the driver’s problem”

Ustad moved out of the shack.

Monica went back to the presentation…

“We may need to decrease the expenses a bit…”

Ranga nodded and gestured Rakesh..“Open the same file on that one. Selvam and I will follow on this screen.”
Monica glanced at Rakesh, who was still standing in the corner in his dark blue boxers, face flushed and eyes fixed on the floor.

“Rakesh,” she said “Come here. Sit near Ranga Saab and walk him through the cash-flow lines while I take Selvam through the assumptions.”

“Sit...here” Ranga ordered Rakesh

Rakesh moved slowly toward the bench on Ranga’s side of the table, but reluctant and slow.  But he did not expect what he would see!

When he reached the narrow space and lowered himself onto the wooden bench, the angle Ranga had left for him made everything impossible to miss.

Both men had their lungis pushed up. Their thick, dark cocks were out, glistening at the tips, and both fists were wrapped around them in slow, open strokes. They were touching themselves!!!
Rakesh took few seconds to believe that. Both of them were stroking their fat erect cocks right in middle of the presentation. Really ???.

The wet sound was soft but clear from where Rakesh sat. From Monica’s side of the table the wood blocked the view completely; she could see only their upper bodies and the movement of their shoulders. So she won’t know this. But Rakesh saw quite a lot.


Rakesh’s face went from red to bloodless. His hands trembled as he reached for the laptop. He felt helpless.. nothing new though!!.

“The… the year-one column,” he began, voice thin and cracking. “Thirty-eight percent return… revenue line is here…”
Monica, standing on the other side, continued speaking to Selvam , pointing at the screen, unaware of exactly what her husband was being forced to watch at arm’s length.


Rakesh could not believe it honestly. Both men continued silently stroking their dick.. They did it slowly, without making any noise or showing any expression whatsoever!!


The overflowing hem of their lungis only helped them hide their perverted dirty act so well that if someone walked into their room, No one would actually believe what both men were upto. They even at times got their hands out from the lungi to type few things on the laptop. Rakesh felt increasingly nauseated at this.
A minute later Monica had to search something from the internet. The space around the table was  packed with four of them looking at the two laptops. Monica turned and bent slightly to navigate the folder on the laptop, one hand on the table edge for balance.








The movement put her ass directly in front of Ranga and Selvam. Her ass was suddenly so close that the heat of her skin and the faint scent of her wetness were right in their faces — close enough to sniff, close enough that either man could have leaned forward and could have been licking her ass!




Rakesh’s eyes widened in pure, silent shock. He saw both men’s fists stroke faster at the sudden close-up view of his wife’s barely-covered ass. He just watched dumbfounded too stunned to speak.
Finally he managed a weak sound.


“Monica…”


She looked back over her shoulders. She straightened immediately and stepped half a pace to the side
“Sorry,” she said “This space is completely packed. Will you mind Selvam Anna if we move the laptop this side?”
By the time they reached the last two slides her posture had changed. When a bra strap slipped she fixed it with a single, almost lazy tug and kept talking without the earlier pause or tension.


Final sensitivity,” she said, leaning in toward Rakesh’s laptop so both men could see the screen “Even at a twelve-times exit multiple we will have good returns Ranga Saab” She smiled . She knew this was the most awaited moment . The exit multiple which matters to most investors always.







She waited, completely at ease in her near-nakedness, eyes moving between Ranga and Selvam with calm professional expectation.

Selvam asked “ 12x exit you have taken ? That’s way too low ”


Monica got sarcastic  “12x is just perfect. Anything higher and you’d accuse me of inflating the model the same way you accused me of hiding a camera in my panties”


The joke ringed hard in the room as both men chuckled
“That’s all I have Gentlemen..”







“ Okay Madam… Please mail me the final copy Asap.. I will review this once more.. Ok ?” Ranga said and lit a cigarette ..
“ Works Ranga Anna!”

Ranga looked at Rakesh and said with contempt “ Hero get dressed up.. and yes Sorry for everything..”

Rakesh was seating on the bench, watching it all with a kind of helpless, aching fixation.. His cock, already half-hard from the last part of the presentation, stiffened fully and hopelessly, tenting the dark blue fabric in a way he could no longer hide. He shifted, face burning, but the movement only made it worse. The more casually confident Monica became, the harder Rakesh got, and the shame of that reaction sat in his gut like a stone. Rakesh did not have the courage to get up!


Selvam barked at him “ Oye Hero do you need an invitation to wear back your clothes ? Or do you want to return naked ?”


Rakesh muttered something, turned around to hide his clear hardon and moved to the corner where Selvam had discarded his clothes!

Monica also picked up and stepped into her dress, pulling them up over the tiny  panties, hips shifting casually as the dress fell into place. She buttoned up slowly. The designer bra stayed on full display while she did up the buttons one by one, leaving the top two open exactly as she had that morning.
As they stepped out of the shack, Ranga went near both.


“Look... Madam, Rakesh brother,” Ranga continued “I am sorry both of you had to go through this bit today. Honestly. But in our world, paper contracts don't protect us. When you've spent three years in a dusty cell because an undercover agent lied to your face, we test everyone who enters the valley”
“There's no point discussing that bit now, Ranga Saab.. you did what you thought best ..” Monica snapped sharply



Rakesh shifted uncomfortably adjusting his collar as he tried to reclaim a sliver of his professional standing. “My government department... the regulations are ridiculously strict” he stammered, his voice still carrying a shaky edge. “I genuinely had no other option than keeping my job title off the initial draft.. Thought you should know”
Ranga nodded slowly “I know how your government machinery works, brother. But think about it—if I were a vindictive man, I could have easily snitched about you straight to your department heads. A single anonymous tip with your credentials and you’d be facing an official inquiry by tomorrow morning. Instead, I decided to tell you upfront, face-to-face, that lies simply don't work on me!”


Rakesh scoffed “ Ok Ranga Anna.. We should get going”

[KingRocks]

Great update, again awesome writing with good images

[RANA ROY]

Nice with hot update....................

[threshlegend]

This update was a mixed bag… and in some ways a bit absurd.

The scene started with excellent tension. Locked room, both stripped, Ustad sent out ..... the setup was racy and kinky af!
But a few things felt very off and undercut the impact from last 2 updates.... of the boating and then the stripping scenes:

1. Sudden change in Ranga and Selvam’s behaviour. After completely dominating the room and forcing both of them to strip, they suddenly turn gentlemanly and sophisticated with lines like “we won’t blackmail you” and “we are not animals”. Why would men like them throw away the power they had just absorbed so cheaply? It felt inconsistent with the ruthless control they had established.......

2. Both Ranga and Selvam suddenly come across as highly literate and financially sharp enough to cross-question every number. If they already have that level of understanding, it weakens the reason they need Monica and Rakesh in the first place. Ranga being sharp makes sense. Selvam being equally fluent in the financial model feels less believable.......

3. Sending Ustad out of the room created a clear window (whether it was deliberate or not) where the space belonged only to Ranga and Selvam (with a broken Rakesh present). That was the perfect moment for some additonal controlled power play or teasing. Instead nothing physical happened beyond the open stroking, and the tempo dropped, that was built over the last 2 stringed updates............

4. They stroked openly the entire time Monica presented in only bra and panties, but neither of them finished. At the very least Selvam (being the more raw crudish one) should have released — maybe a proper horizontal shot onto the floor from his sitting position maybe near her feet.
Ending at just the stroking made the whole buildup feel incomplete and kinda symbolizes a letdown... atleast for me.

The humiliation and Monica’s sarcasm worked, but overall the scene felt underutilized after such a strong setup.
Still, kudos for the micro-details in the financial numbers, the way you wrote so delicately Monica's ppt (like as if we are in the room) and the apt, super relevant and sexy images that were created.

[val.coutinho]

Good build up..... Keep going... lets see how she deals with them while leaving the place or maybe Ranga can visit them in Noida/Delhi..... and have a good fun frolic time with Monica

[SilverArrow]

This update was a mixed bag… and in some ways a bit absurd.

The scene started with excellent tension. Locked room, both stripped, Ustad sent out ..... the setup was racy and kinky af!
But a few things felt very off and undercut the impact from last 2 updates.... of the boating and then the stripping scenes:

1. Sudden change in Ranga and Selvam’s behaviour. After completely dominating the room and forcing both of them to strip, they suddenly turn gentlemanly and sophisticated with lines like “we won’t blackmail you” and “we are not animals”. Why would men like them throw away the power they had just absorbed so cheaply? It felt inconsistent with the ruthless control they had established.......

2. Both Ranga and Selvam suddenly come across as highly literate and financially sharp enough to cross-question every number. If they already have that level of understanding, it weakens the reason they need Monica and Rakesh in the first place. Ranga being sharp makes sense. Selvam being equally fluent in the financial model feels less believable.......

3. Sending Ustad out of the room created a clear window (whether it was deliberate or not) where the space belonged only to Ranga and Selvam (with a broken Rakesh present). That was the perfect moment for some additonal controlled power play or teasing. Instead nothing physical happened beyond the open stroking, and the tempo dropped, that was built over the last 2 stringed updates............

4. They stroked openly the entire time Monica presented in only bra and panties, but neither of them finished. At the very least Selvam (being the more raw crudish one) should have released — maybe a proper horizontal shot onto the floor from his sitting position maybe near her feet.
Ending at just the stroking made the whole buildup feel incomplete and kinda symbolizes a letdown... atleast for me.

The humiliation and Monica’s sarcasm worked, but overall the scene felt underutilized after such a strong


setup.
Still, kudos for the micro-details in the financial numbers, the way you wrote so delicately Monica's ppt (like as if we are in the room) and the apt, super relevant and sexy images that were created.

Really very pertinent observation..loved your dissection 

Yes I agree this is little bit of deja vu from Ranga and Selvam 
I agree with you ..
But let me explain you 

So I wanted Ranga and Selvam play a long winding game ..not short term physical touching by force game 

They had chance and opportunity? Yes 100% ...but if they seized the opportunity..they are forcing the narrative too soon too uni dimensionally 

That would make it appear again Monica/Rakesh fighting two new set of Goondas ..

Here it's different..

Here a sinister plot is weaved .. where the risk simmers yet everyone is a player .. everyone is a hesitant participant..
Monica ..she is vulnerable but want a solid way out for eco tourism investment 

Rakesh ..he wants a deal but worried about the brutes ..

And Ranga/Selvam ..they are hardened businessmen but not clean so they are also insecure at times...
This builds a more balanced narrative

[SilverArrow]

This update was a mixed bag… and in some ways a bit absurd.

The scene started with excellent tension. Locked room, both stripped, Ustad sent out ..... the setup was racy and kinky af!
But a few things felt very off and undercut the impact from last 2 updates.... of the boating and then the stripping scenes:

1. Sudden change in Ranga and Selvam’s behaviour. After completely dominating the room and forcing both of them to strip, they suddenly turn gentlemanly and sophisticated with lines like “we won’t blackmail you” and “we are not animals”. Why would men like them throw away the power they had just absorbed so cheaply? It felt inconsistent with the ruthless control they had established.......

2. Both Ranga and Selvam suddenly come across as highly literate and financially sharp enough to cross-question every number. If they already have that level of understanding, it weakens the reason they need Monica and Rakesh in the first place. Ranga being sharp makes sense. Selvam being equally fluent in the financial model feels less believable.......

3. Sending Ustad out of the room created a clear window (whether it was deliberate or not) where the space belonged only to Ranga and Selvam (with a broken Rakesh present). That was the perfect moment for some additonal controlled power play or teasing. Instead nothing physical happened beyond the open stroking, and the tempo dropped, that was built over the last 2 stringed updates............

4. They stroked openly the entire time Monica presented in only bra and panties, but neither of them finished. At the very least Selvam (being the more raw crudish one) should have released — maybe a proper horizontal shot onto the floor from his sitting position maybe near her feet.
Ending at just the stroking made the whole buildup feel incomplete and kinda symbolizes a letdown... atleast for me.

The humiliation and Monica’s sarcasm worked, but overall the scene felt underutilized after such a strong setup.
Still, kudos for the micro-details in the financial numbers, the way you wrote so delicately Monica's ppt (like as if we are in the room) and the apt, super relevant and sexy images that were created.

Also pls note this is first time Monica And Rakesh met Ranga/Selvam ...
Yes they are sharp matured businessmen ...they are not predators that they will latch onto Monica like hyena ...

They are seeking a very long killer game but not one time touch and have fun and then forget and move to new woman game

[The_Ramukaka]

..........

[threshlegend]

Really very pertinent observation..loved your dissection 

Yes I agree this is little bit of deja vu from Ranga and Selvam 
I agree with you ..
But let me explain you 

So I wanted Ranga and Selvam play a long winding game ..not short term physical touching by force game 

They had chance and opportunity? Yes 100% ...but if they seized the opportunity..they are forcing the narrative too soon too uni dimensionally 

That would make it appear again Monica/Rakesh fighting two new set of Goondas ..

Here it's different..

Here a sinister plot is weaved .. where the risk simmers yet everyone is a player .. everyone is a hesitant participant..
Monica ..she is vulnerable but want a solid way out for eco tourism investment 

Rakesh ..he wants a deal but worried about the brutes ..

And Ranga/Selvam ..they are hardened businessmen but not clean so they are also insecure at times...
This builds a more balanced narrative

Thanks for the detailed response..........Appreciate your explanation and upcoming tangent.

I understand the long-brewing game you’re working towards, and that layered approach is one of the things that has kept the story intriguing so far all along.......

But in this particular update, the sudden soft turn (“we won’t blackmail you”, “we are not animals”) felt like a forced pullback. It undercut the superior, dangerous dynamic Ranga and Selvam had already established earlier — especially after they had just manhandled Rakesh and forced Monica to strip. Those contradictory statements weakened the threat they were carrying..... in my view.......

Still looking forward to seeing you bloom it from here.....

[ShadowRising321]

I think you have made the goons to soft, they have forgiven rakesh too easily. I think monica needs to sense theres a danger to their life and start taking the next steps to save rakesh and herself

[SilverArrow]

Chapter 10: Back to Chennai

In the car back to Chennai, Rakesh cleared his dry throat, unable to take the heavy silence any longer.
“Monica… I… I don’t even know what to say,” he began, his voice thin and cracking slightly. “I’m so sorry. My lie almost ruined the entire deal. I should have protected you. I shouldn’t have let those men put you through that…”
“Oh, now you want to protect me?” she scoffed softly “Rakesh, you spent the entire two hours cowering in your boxers, trembling like an intern on his first day”



Rakesh’s face burned…..“I panicked, Monica! They are dangerous! Ranga… Selvam… do you even know what they were doing under the table? They were literally stroking themselves right next to me while you were explaining the cash flow!”

Monica didn’t flinch.

“Do you really think I’m that naive, Rakesh?” she said .

“I knew exactly what kind of air was in that room the moment my dress came off. You could practically taste the filth and heat in there. Why do you think I bent over the laptop the way I did?”
Rakesh shot her a stunned, wide-eyed look

“You… you did that on purpose?”

“I gave them a close view of my ……you know what.. so their brains would completely short-circuit,” Monica said, “It’s called leverage, darling. While they were busy catching their breath and touching themselves under their lungis, I slipped the 12x exit multiple right past them without a single objection. Without that all our midnight oil would have been for nothing”

Rakesh smiled “Do you think they will really give us 12x returns ?”

Monica replied “At least that’s what the commitment is”

Then Monica slid her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, looking directly at his lap. Her eyes locked onto the undeniable, hard bulge still tenting his trousers against his thigh.

“..btw ..Ranga and Selvam weren’t the only ones getting off on the presentation, were they?” she purred teasingly.
Rakesh’s breath hitched in his throat. “Monica, please—”

“Don’t 'Monica' me,” she whispered, leaning over Rakesh “I saw you sitting on that wooden bench, Rakesh. You were terrified, humiliated, and yet you were sitting there with a full-blown hard-on ”
Rakesh swallowed hard, his hands shaking …

“I… I couldn’t help it,” Rakesh confessed in a hushed, breathless whisper “It was terrifying… but seeing you like that… so exposed, yet taking total control of those men… it was the most insanely erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. You looked... unbelievable.”

Monica slowly sat back.

“Good,” Monica said softly, her eyes lingering on his rigid lap

… “Because your stupid lie put me in that spot, Rakesh. My brain and my body just saved your career today… and the moment we step inside our hotel room, you’re going to make it up to me.”

They barely got the door closed.

The moment it clicked shut, they kissed like people who had been holding their breath for hours. It was messy, urgent, teeth and tongues and the taste of the long day still on them. Monica’s back hit the wall. Rakesh’s hands found the hem of her dress and pushed it up. She lifted her arms to help him, then went straight for his belt.
They didn’t make it to the bed the first time. Rakesh shoved his own trousers down just far enough. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him with a short, sharp sound that was half frustration and half need. When he pushed inside her they both went still for a second, foreheads pressed together, breathing hard, as if the reality of finally being alone with everything that had happened had just caught up with them.
They finished against the wall in a rush, muffled sounds into each other’s necks, legs shaking.
For a minute the only noise in the room was their breathing. Then Monica gave a short, breathless laugh that still carried an edge.

“We’re going to miss the flight.”


They pulled apart, half-dressed and clumsy, and stumbled toward the bed for round two because neither of them was finished. This time it was slower only by comparison — still hungry..
When they finally lay still, the clock on the bedside table was uncomfortably close to boarding time.
They made the flight with nine minutes to spare.

Chapter 11: The Flat next door


The mail arrived on a quiet Tuesday night.


Rakesh opened it on his laptop while Monica stood behind him, still in her office clothes, scrolling through her phone. The subject line was short and formal. First tranche confirmation.
Monica leaned in, read it over his shoulder, and gave a small, dry laugh.
“Well,” she said. “Looks like they got impressed after all.”

Rakesh turned nervously “Uff …finally !”


“Careful,” Monica joked. “If my lingerie show was what closed it, we might have to budget for better lingerie next time.”
Rakesh huffed a short laugh “Stop joking Monica. You and Ranga anna got me really worked up that day, but look they have given us just 5% , we negotiated 12%”


Monica rested her hand on his shoulder


“It’s still a clean stake in a real project. Our names sit on the shareholder list. That matters more than anything else Rakesh! Relax.”

She straightened and walked toward the kitchen.

“Besides,” she added over her shoulder, “we already paid the harder price for it.”



The Following Week – Project Site


The small land Rakesh and Monica explored inside the Eco tourism village looked different now. The board now showed Ranga’s entity on top instead of Ustad. They really needed their names as the primary shareholder for the café they were planning to build in the eco tourism site!
Monica stood in front of the board for a few seconds, reading it without expression. Then she turned to Rakesh and gave him a small, genuine smile.

“Congratulations, baby. We’re officially on the papers now!”

“There,” the local supervisor showed. “That’s where the café should come up madam”
Rakesh looked at the empty slope, then at Monica.


“We have to submit a café plan design”


“Rakesh, I want to build something cosy and cute… This café is really a big dream for me”
The supervisor moved ahead. For a moment they stood alone on the ridge.
Monica adjusted her sunglasses and started walking again.
“Come on. I want to see the eastern boundary before the light goes.”
Rakesh followed.

Two Months Later



Rakesh was already in bed, scrolling through emails, when Selvam’s number lit up the screen. He sat up.
“Selvam?”
“Rakesh bhai. We’re in Delhi. Need to meet tomorrow. You and Monica madam both. Urgent.”
Rakesh’s stomach tightened.
“Is everything all right with the project?”
“Project is fine. Something else. I’ll send the location. Afternoon.”
He hung up before Rakesh could ask more.
At dinner Rakesh told Monica. She listened, fork paused halfway to her plate, then simply said, “We’ll go.”
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The address led them into a narrow Paharganj lane that smelled of damp concrete and fried oil. The coffee shop sat on the second floor of a building that also housed a maternity clinic.
Monica looked around once and sat down.
“This is the most weird coffee shop I’ve ever been in,” she said flatly. “What are you two doing in Delhi?”
Ranga and Selvam were already there. Both looked tired, shoulders tight, the way men look when they have been moving carefully for days.
Rakesh asked the obvious question.

“What’s going on?”

Selvam kept his voice low.

“We came to close a deal with a local party. The deal happened. We collected a large amount of cash. Somehow income-tax people got wind of movement in the area. Hotels are impossible right now. We need a quiet residential place for sometime until we can move the money properly.”
Rakesh stared.

“How much cash are we talking about?”

Ranga answered without blinking.


“Enough that we can’t take chances. We’re not asking you to store it in your house. We need a vacant flat in your society. We’ll handle everything ourselves. You only help us get the keys.”
Monica and Rakesh exchanged a look.

Monica spoke first.

“That’s still dangerous. Neighbours notice new faces. Guards talk. If anything goes wrong it comes back to us.”
Ranga shook his head.


“Tell the society we’re relatives visiting for a short time. We’ll stay quiet. No visitors, no noise. A month maximum.. After that we’re gone.”


Rakesh rubbed his forehead.


“We don’t even know if there’s a vacant flat.”


“Find out” Selvam said. “Quickly.”


Monica leaned forward.
“It’s not that simple. They do verification. They ask questions.”
Ranga’s voice stayed even, but the weight behind it was clear.
“ I’m asking for a simple favour Madam. Nothing more.. I am sure you guys will manage”
There was silence.


Rakesh finally said, “We’ll look into it and come back to you.”


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That night Rakesh asked Monica
“What do you think?”
Monica stared at the wall


“Can you manage the chairman?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”


“This is risky. That much cash sitting away… I don’t like it.”
Rakesh looked at her.
“If we say no, the café land stays complicated. We already have our names on the papers. We have to find a middle path.”
She nodded once, almost to herself.

“I know.”


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Three days later the chairman agreed.


The vacant flat was on the same floor, two doors down — a small, unfurnished 2BHK that had been empty for months. Ranga and Selvam moved in after dark with two big bags and few suitcases and nothing else.
Monica stood in the doorway of the empty flat that first night, arms folded, watching Ranga set a single plastic chair near the window.

“You don’t have a single piece of furniture,” she said. “How are you planning to live here?”
Ranga looked up and gave a smile.

“We’re not here to build a home, madam. We’re here to keep the cash quiet. Everything else can wait.”

[SilverArrow]

Chapter 12: Spare Room Exercise



The next morning was a lazy rainy Sunday. It has been raining more than usual in North India that year.
“They don’t have anything in that kitchen,” Monica said pouring a mug of coffee for herself and Rakesh “Not even a stove. Just two mattresses and plastic chairs.”


Rakesh looked up … “Hmm.”

“Do you think we should call them for lunch ?” Monica asked


“Are you sure ?” Rakesh ..



“Rakesh .. It’s basic decency. They’re living on our floor with no way to cook. If we don’t invite them, it starts looking strange. Like we’re keeping distance on purpose.”


“ Yea I know that does not look quite nice!”  Rakesh nodded


“ You go and invite them over. Nothing fancy. Dal, rice, sabzi, raita. Normal food” Monica said and went to the kitchen..


After cooking, Monica stood in front of the open cupboard longer than usual before pulling out a soft cotton midi dress — pale olive, short sleeves, clean lines that followed her body without clinging. She wore it with a simple nude bra and matching panties underneath. Nothing about the outfit tried too hard. Everything about it still showed her when she moved.


Rakesh watched her from the doorway..

“You’re dressing up?”
“Come ..on..Basic manners.”.


At 1:30 Ranga came over in a black t-shirt and track pants.


Monica asked. “Selvam?”..


“Out of station for two days. Some work he has got”


“Oh okay.. Lunch is ready ..You must be hungry ..Come over! ”


Ranga looked at her “Come on Madam you should not be taking so much trouble… I was anyway planning to go out !”


Monica smiled “ Please Ranga Anna... what’s the big trouble here ? Please sit down…the food will go cold”


The table was set simply: dal, jeera rice, a dry vegetable, raita, and fresh phulkas. Monica moved between the kitchen and the dining table. The cotton dress shifted with every turn — pulling lightly across her hips when she bent, the neckline giving a brief clean line when she leaned forward to put something down.


Rakesh asked


“Hope the Income tax officers are out of bounds now?”

Ranga tore a piece of phulka.

“Hopefully yes…No one knows for sure..”
Monica placed a bowl of rice near him, sat down and told…“This place is quite and peaceful… really difficult to spot unless there is specific info..”
“Yes correct” Ranga looked at her directly.

They ate. The conversation moved in slow circles — the project, the café design Monica still wanted to finalise, the practical problems of running anything near the river during monsoon.


At one point Ranga casually asked
“You always cook like this delicious ?”

Monica poured water into his glass and laughed

“ Look Rakesh… I told you  people just love my dishes except you..Ranga Anna thank you for telling this..”
Monica made a face at Rakesh

“You’ll get tired of feeding me.” Ranga laughed

“I’ll tell you when I’m tired,” she answered him smiling

Rakesh looked between them, then reached for the raita.

“The café site needs a proper boundary wall before we start any design work,” he said, steering the talk back to safer ground. “The local contractor is quoting too high.”

Ranga nodded.

“Send me the numbers. I’ll have someone look at it.”

They finished the meal without hurry. Monica cleared the plates herself. When Ranga stood to help she shook her head once.

“Sit Please Ranga Anna! You’re a guest.”

When it was time for him to leave, Monica handed him a steel container with leftover food.

“For dinner,” she said. “Your fridge is still empty.”

“Oh ..there was no need of this honestly .. But Thank you, madam”


In the evening Monica and Rakesh had planned to go for a movie… however the rain had increased with so much intensity, it was flooded outside. They aborted the movie plans and settled for an OTT web series. The rain had slowed to a steady drizzle by the time the doorbell rang again.

Rakesh opened it. Ranga stood there in the same black t-shirt, two heavy dumbbell in each hand

“Sorry to disturb,” he said. “The floor in that flat is pure concrete. I tried for ten minutes — wrists are already finished. No mat, no mirror, nothing. Can I use one of your rooms for half an hour?”

Rakesh hesitated only a second, then stepped aside.

“Yea…. Sure.. The spare room has nothing inside except a cupboard and a mirror.”
Monica looked at Ranga and then the heavy dumbbells.
“You can take your time Ranga Saab, we both are just watching a series” she said


Ranga stepped into the spare room and closed the door behind him. The latch never caught properly; a narrow vertical gap remained, just wide enough to see through if someone stood at the right angle in the hall.
He pulled the black t-shirt over his head, then the white vest underneath and threw them on the floor.  He pushed his track pants down and kicked them aside. Underneath he wore only dark boxers. The mirror on the cupboard door showed a thick, heavy body already marked by years of hard work — broad chest, dense shoulders, the kind of stomach that stayed flat only because it was pure muscle. His hairy chest and shoulders looked more like a rugged wild animal than any human honestly. He picked up the dumbbells and began. His muscles curved and stretched.

Monica noticed first.


She had gone to the kitchen for water and stopped in the corridor when she heard the rhythmic sound of Ranga inside. The gap in the door framed him clearly: bare back, the boxers sitting low on his hips, the heavy muscles of his arms and hairy shoulders working in steady sets. Sweat already shone along his spine.
She stood there longer than she meant to.


Rakesh came out of the living room, followed her gaze, and saw the same thing. For a few seconds both of them watched in silence.


Once they were seated Rakesh asked Monica teasingly


“Drooling over him?”
Monica’s head turned sharply… “Shut up. I’m not.”


“I saw you.”
“Stop imagining things.” Monica’s voice was low and irritated. “I was just wondering why you never go to the gym.”
Rakesh gave a weak shrug. “Where do I get the time after office and everything?”
Monica’s smile was pure sarcasm.


“Silly excuse Mr. Hubby.” She glanced once more toward the room, then back at her husband “ Fuck!!! That body looks… animal. Thick. Almost scary.”


Rakesh nodded.
“That happens when someone eats beef and mutton every day.”..


Monica’s expression shifted into something smaller, almost guilty.

“And I just fed him dal and sabzi.”
The sound of the dumbbells continued from the spare room. Ranga trained for over an hour. The rain outside grew heavier.
When Ranga finally came out he had pulled his track pants back on, but left the t-shirt hanging loosely over his shoulders. His chest and stomach were still bare, skin damp, the thick shape of him impossible to ignore in the narrow hall light.

Rakesh spoke first, keeping his tone casual.
“Long session Ranga Saab”
Ranga wiped his face with the towel “Yes I usually exercise this long only!”
Rakesh smiled “Good stamina you got”

Ranga said “I spoke to someone about your café design. He’ll send proper quotes. He is my guy. He’ll take care of the land agreement also. Don’t worry about that part.”


Monica stood up… “Thank you. That helps.”
Ranga moved toward the main door and said “Good night guys!”

Monica came from behind and asked

“Ranga Saab — after exercise you need protein I guess.. Should I boil some eggs and send them across?”
Ranga shook his head…“I have eggs.”
“Then milk? Something warm for the night?”
He paused, one hand on the door frame.
“If it’s not too much trouble… just a flask of hot milk. I usually take it after training.”
Monica nodded once… “No trouble. I’ll send it.”
He left.


The moment he was gone Monica walked straight to the kitchen and opened the fridge. She stared at the single half-used packet of milk, then called out without turning.
“Shit. We have only one packet. Can you quickly go get another?”
Rakesh appeared in the kitchen doorway, already frowning at the sound of the rain.
“Monica, it’s flooded outside. Impossible to step out”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t check the fridge. There will be no milk for you to have in the morning…If I’d known there was only one packet I wouldn’t have offered”
Rakesh looked up “Its okay Baby… he is our guest ..you send it to him..I can manage”
Monica boiled the milk and said “Sorry Rakesh..”


Monica tightened the lid of the steel flask and walked the short corridor and knocked!
“It’s open.” Ranga’s voice came from within


She pushed the door and stepped in.


The empty flat felt larger in the dim light of a single tube. Ranga was sitting on the edge of the mattress, back against the wall. He had stripped down to a dark, tight brief — nothing else. The heavy muscle of his chest and stomach was still damp with sweat. His legs were spread for comfort, and the thick, heavy shape of his cock rested openly against the thin cotton of the brief, the outline so clear it was almost obscene. Even soft it looked substantially huge; the way it sat made the fabric strain.
Monica’s eyes dropped for a fraction of a second before she forced them back to his face. A clean jolt of shock moved through her.

She kept her voice even.
“I brought the milk…will keep it on the kitchen slab”

She walked across the bare floor, set the flask on the slab and turned back toward him. Ranga made no move to cover himself.
“Oh sorry ..there is nothing else other than this mattress… I can’t offer you a seat!”
Monica folded her arms loosely  “ It’s okay ..I don’t need to sit…Drink it while it’s hot. You trained for a long time.”
Ranga reached for the flask, the movement making the muscles in his shoulder and chest shift. The brief pulled tighter for a moment. Monica kept her eyes on his face.

“The café design .. you should go one day and talk to this guy of mine! ” he said, unscrewing the lid
“He is good in designs I suppose?” Monica asked

“Yes.. he is a trained architect”.. He poured some of the milk into the steel lid and drank.
“Ok ..then we should both go and meet him during this week..” Monica said and added ..“There’s more food in the container if you get hungry later. Fridge is still empty otherwise.”
“I’ll manage.” He looked at her over the rim of the lid.
“Thank you for the milk and the food”
“Good night, Ranga Saab.”

[SilverArrow]

Chapter 12: The Tuesday Exercise


The rain had not stopped for three days.


Rakesh came home at the usual time, damp umbrella leaving a trail on the floor. Monica was already at the dining table in a soft cotton kurti, hair still slightly wet from a shower.
Rakesh and Monica sat down for dinner

“How was your day?” Rakesh asked

“Usual.” Monica passed him the bowl of rice. “Conference had too many foreign delegates. Long presentations, same slides. I came back after lunch. How was yours?”

“Same. Crazy workload. Client calls till seven.”

She smiled faintly.

“I was so bored the entire evening. Thought of going out, but this stupid rain…”

Rakesh tore a piece of roti “So what did you do?”

Monica reached for the water jug…“Ranga Saab came over to exercise again. I couldn’t go anywhere because of the rain, so he called me to try some of the lighter stuff with him. I anyway was not able to go to the gym because of the rain..So I went in. It was actually fun. Better than sitting alone watching the same series again.”
A dirty, immediate heat burned low in Rakesh’s stomach. The image formed without permission: his wife in the spare room with Ranga, the same man who had trained half-naked in their house two nights earlier, the same man who so dominantly stripped them for the business presentation.

He kept his voice normal.

“You exercised with him?”

“Just a little.” Monica shrugged, serving herself more sabzi. “He showed me some shoulder things and squats. I was terrible at it. He laughed. I realised the gym instructor I had showed me all wrong all these days . It passed the time.”
Rakesh nodded slowly, eyes on his plate.

“How long?”

“Forty minutes, maybe. Then he left. I showered and started dinner.”

After dinner they sat on the sofa and put on a series neither of them really watched. Monica leaned against him lightly, the way she did on normal nights. Rakesh kept one arm around her shoulders and stared at the screen, the earlier image of the exercise still running underneath everything.

When they finally went to bed the rain was still falling. Monica fell asleep first, breathing evenly. Rakesh lay awake longer, eyes open in the dark.

Rakesh woke before the alarm.

Monica was still asleep.

He moved quietly and went to the spare room for a folder he had left in the cupboard the previous week. The moment he stepped inside, his bare foot caught on some fabric. He looked down.
A pair of large dark boxers lay on the floor, still wrinkled and clearly worn. Tangled with them were Monica’s grey gym pants — the ones she used for going to gym — damp in places, the waistband turned inside out as if they had been pulled off in a hurry. The two pieces of clothing were knotted together, the scent of sweat still faint but unmistakable in the closed room.

Rakesh stood frozen.

Why were Ranga’s boxers on their floor?  
Had he exercised only in underwear then?  
Why were Monica’s gym pants lying on top of them, twisted the same way?  
What exactly had she been wearing while they “exercised”?


The questions arrived in a rush, each one heavier than the last. At the same time a thick, unwanted heat moved through him. The image of the two of them in this small room — Ranga half-naked, Monica in whatever remained after the gym pants came off — locked itself behind his eyes. He felt his cock harden inside his own shorts, the reaction so immediate it made his face burn with shame.

He heard movement from the bedroom. Monica was getting up.

Rakesh stepped out of the room at once, closed the door, and went straight to the bathroom. He locked it, turned on the shower, and stood under the water longer than necessary, the tangled clothes still vivid in his mind.



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That night the rain came down in sheets.
Rakesh’s phone battery died sometime after eight. By the time he reached house it was 9:30. The by-lane behind their building was dark and shining with water. Two figures were walking slowly under a shared umbrella.
Monica and Ranga.

She saw him first and raised a hand.

“Rakesh ..where the hell you were ? Why so late? I kept calling you”

Rakesh pulled out his dead phone.

“Battery died Monica. No charge.”

Monica came closer, the umbrella still covering both her and Ranga. She was in a simple cotton kurti that had darkened slightly at the shoulders from the rain. Ranga stood beside her in a black t-shirt, his muscles bulging out.
“We waited for you,” she said. “Finally ate. Food is next to the oven — just heat it. We’re taking a short stroll. The rain slowed a little.”

Ranga gave Rakesh a small nod.

“Long day Rakesh ?”

“Yes.” Rakesh’s voice came out flatter than he intended. “You both carry on. I’ll go up.”

Monica smiled the ordinary evening smile she always gave him.

“We won’t be long.”

They turned and continued down the wet lane together. The umbrella moved as one shape. Rakesh watched them for a second longer than he needed to, then walked toward the lift.

Inside the lift  he stared at his own blurred reflection in the steel wall. The morning’s discovery returned with full force — the sweaty boxers, the tangled gym pants, the questions he had not asked. Now this: his wife and Ranga walking in the rain after sharing dinner.

Rakesh felt the same dirty heat from the morning settle low in his stomach again, mixed with something colder and heavier. The proximity between Monica and the dangerous history sheeter  was no longer occasional. It was growing  — exercise, dinner, evening walks!

[SilverArrow]

Chapter 13- Instagram video


The next couple of days Ranga had stepped out of the town to meet few dealers. That Friday, when Rakesh was going to office, he met Ranga in the lift

“ Good Morning Ranga Saab!”

“ Good morning Rakesh … going to office?”

“ Yes Ranga Anna… how was your meeting with the dealers ?”
Ranga smiled “ They wanted a lot of cash Rakesh… good I could hide in the cash there… I might need to extend my stay by few weeks more”


Rakesh felt a little electric shock. Few more weeks.
He gulped like an obedient kid “Ok Ranga Saab ..as you say”


In the office as Rakesh say through long boring presentation, he was feeling uncomfortable “Few more weeks”. A history sheeter staying like this in the apartment with so much cash. What if the society chairman founds out ?
He tried to leave early but the rain created havoc. He hit the other highway hoping to reach quickly. He was so mistaken. This highway was just worse.


The rain-streaked windshield of Rakesh’s car turned the endless line of red brake lights on the Gurgaon expressway into a bleeding, blurred glare. Inside the sweltering cabin, the air felt suffocatingly thin.
Irritated with the long winding traffic, he opened his phone.
A notification came on the phone.


Instagram: Monica P posted a new video.


Bored with the traffic, Rakesh clicked the notification without thinking much. But God!
What he saw in the small video clip made him burst out in absolute panic. He just sat up straight hands off the steering.


The video was shot inside their apartment hall. Right next to the sofa set. Monica was standing right by their Italian marble coffee table, her back arched, wearing nothing on top but a tiny, low-cut white lace underwire bra. It wasn't workout gear; it was delicate, sheer expensive French lingerie with flimsy straps that offered zero coverage, her heavy cleavage spilling provocatively over the Bra fabric. Her actual grey gym top wasn't on her body—it was dbangd casually over Ranga’s broad, dark shoulder.













Ranga stood towering directly behind her, raw and imposing. He slowly gave one dumb bell to his wife who stood semi naked in front of him.


Ranga’s thick, iron like hands were planted firmly on her bare, exposed waist, his dark thumbs digging into her soft skin as he guided her back.

Monica slowly lifted the dumbbell making a shy smile.  She tilted her head back, looking straight into the smartphone camera lens, her lips parting into a sly, slow, flirty smile. As Ranga’s palm slid slowly up her ribs, his fingers brushing the side of her tiny Bra clad breasts, Monica bit her lower lip, giggling over her shoulder at him—their voice completely drowned out by the heavy, thrumming bass of a trending song overlaid on the clip.
Rakesh shocked could not believe the clip he just saw.








His eyes moved to the comments section. Comments were spinning out of control as random men across the platform flooded the post with vile, unfiltered filth:

• “Woow this brute is eating her good tonight! Corporate madam is fully surrendered!”
• “Look at those heavy milk factories overflowing out of that flimsy lace bra!”
• “DM rate for 1 night in Gurgaon! 1 lakh cash ready on the table!”
• “That look into the camera is a direct invitation... what a dirty, shameless tease she is Man!”
• “Telegram link for full leak? She wants the whole world watch her get touched!”


A sickening wave of raw humiliation and absolute despair crashed over Rakesh, leaving him completely hollowed out. Thousands of strangers were watching his wife—a sharp, sophisticated corporate woman—dressed in sheer Bra, letting a thug history-sheeter wrap his calloused hands around her waist, and smiling into the camera like she wanted the entire internet to witness her degradation.








Yet beneath the gut-wrenching shame, an unstoppable, dark wave of forbidden heat exploded squarely in his groin. The sheer horror of his own total powerlessness intoxicated him. Right there in the dark, claustrophobic cabin of his car, with the headlights of oncoming traffic sweeping across his pale, sweat-slicked face, Rakesh’s hand trembled uncontrollably as he unbuckled his belt and reached inside his trousers.


He wrapped his shaking fingers around his rock-hard cock, stroking himself with frantic, desperate urgency. Tears of self-loathing stung his eyes, yet he kept his gaze glued to the screen, watching her tease the camera, watching Ranga's dark hands squeeze her waist.


When he refreshed the page with a slick, shaking thumb, the story was gone—deleted without a trace. In its place sat a demure selfie of Monica back in her grey top, looking pristine and untouched, while the comment drawer underneath was already swarming with men demanding the return of the bra video.
Rakesh cummed in his hand and on the car steering. He like a guilty college kid put his cock inside the trouser.
His eyes were still watery and his thighs ached due to the masturbation.


Did it really happen? Why did Monica strip into a Bra during exercises? What was that Instagram video all about ?
Surely Monica must have uploaded by mistake. It was there for around 3-4 minutes drawing 100 plus filthy comments and thousands of views. But was it Monica tried it to Ranga’s private viewing but it got uploaded to the public by mistake? What was it ? Rakesh felt he would like inside the car. He pushed open the cum laden door for some fresh air.
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[RANA ROY]

Good build up............................

[val.coutinho]

Good story silver arrow....
But i thunk there are some hidden truths which will be revealed later on during confession from Monica.... Confession/explanation for Monica suddenly starting exercise with Ranga..... Tthe entangled shorts and track paint in the room......
Going for walks with Ranga..... Maybe Monica is being dominated by Ranga hidden from Rakesh's knowledge..... Cannot digest that dangerous goons being so gentle and polite with Monica and Rakesh.... Coming to Delhi/Noide is also some sort of plan between Ranga and Selvam

[SilverArrow]

Good story silver arrow....
But i thunk there are some hidden truths which will be revealed later on during confession from Monica.... Confession/explanation for Monica suddenly starting exercise with Ranga..... Tthe entangled shorts and track paint in the room......
Going for walks with Ranga..... Maybe Monica is being dominated by Ranga hidden from Rakesh's knowledge..... Cannot digest that dangerous goons being so gentle and polite with Monica and Rakesh.... Coming to Delhi/Noide is also some sort of plan between Ranga and Selvam

It's a long winding plan ...
May be Monica is also involved in all this ?
May be not ?
Who knows ?
No one is innocent in my story including Rakesh ..
Pls keep supporting

[qazmlp]

Absolutely super...so fresh n exciting,keeps me wanting more n more.