[The_Ramukaka]

[The_Ramukaka]

[The_Ramukaka]

[The_Ramukaka]

[The_Ramukaka]

[Bakchod Londa]

which site do you use to generate such AI vids? After Rakesh drifts off to sleep, hope we get to witness scenes like this.

[SilverArrow]

Kudos to the pics..very apt and promising

[SilverArrow]

Seriously apt, promising and visual resemblance

[Givemeextra]

Monica did not wait for further comment.

She turned and walked into the living room, the red saree moving quietly around her ankles, the open back of the blouse fully visible for a moment as she passed under the light. Ranga rose from the chair without a word and followed. Rakesh pushed himself higher against the pillows, the residual weakness in his legs making the movement slow. He could hear them in the living room— the soft clink of the thali being lifted, Monica’s practical voice telling Ranga to bring the water glass, the low answering murmur.

They came back into the bedroom together.

Monica set the thali on the small table beside the bed. The sleeveless blouse shifted with every motion; the wide armholes left the smooth undersides of her arms completely exposed. She helped Rakesh sit up a little straighter, her bare arm brushing his shoulder as she adjusted the pillows. Ranga stood at the foot of the bed, watching.

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“Good. Then we finish this properly.”

This was one hot episode I read after some time. Just sex sex sex alone cant last.
Seductions, Situations all play a part.
This update of KARWA CHAUTH had the ingredients rightly mixed.
Thanks

[Givemeextra]

“It’s done. Lie down properly. I’ll bring you fresh water in a minute. And don’t look so dramatic— someone had to help. You couldn’t even hold the glass.”

Rakesh’s throat worked. No coherent sentence came. The image of the red saree, the open blouse, Ranga’s hand on his wife’s bare arm, and the easy way she had drunk from the other man’s hand stayed fixed behind his eyes. A stunned, helpless heat mixed with the deeper humiliation of having watched the ritual performed toward someone else while he lay there unable to rise.

Monica walked out of the room first. The open back of the blouse and the smooth bare arms were the last things visible before she turned the corner into the living room. Ranga followed a moment later, his hand briefly resting at the small of her back as they passed through the doorway— an unthinking, proprietary touch that said everything the ritual had already made plain.

In the living room their voices resumed at a lower volume— ordinary words about the café file and whether Rakesh needed another tablet before sleep. The ordinary festival night continued, the red saree and the gifted blouse still carrying the quiet, irreversible shift that had just taken place in front of the husband who remained behind in the bedroom, staring at the empty doorway.

Wow, this is bad humiliation for Rakesh. 

Hope Rakesh does not get sleep due to his doubts and instead sits up to listen to what happens between Monica/Ranga.

Eagerly waiting for reading next update.

Thanks

[SilverArrow]

Monica knocked once and pushed the door open with her shoulder.

She stood in the doorway still wearing the deep red saree and the sleeveless blouse Ranga had brought from Jaipur. The wide armholes left the smooth, clean undersides of her arms completely visible. The low back showed the thin, dark straps of her bra clearly against her skin. Fresh sindoor and the careful traditional hair still framed her face.

“I’m going out for some light shopping,” she said. “With Ranga. There’s a small mall nearby open late. I need a few things for the house and for Diwali.”

The two words "with Ranga" landed heavier than the rest of the sentence. Rakesh felt them settle in his chest like a sudden drop in temperature. Shopping. Together. On Karwa Chauth night. The same easy pairing he used to have with her years ago when they were still dating— evening out, no real destination, just the two of them moving through lighted shops. Now the man beside her would be Ranga.

Before he could answer, their voices continued in the living room, clear enough to reach him.

Monica: “I’m actually hungry now that the fast is over. Should we eat outside?”

Ranga: “Whatever you want. There’s a new place that does proper Rajasthani thali, or we can do the Chinese one you like.”

Monica: “Chinese. Something spicy. I don’t want anything heavy.”

Ranga: “Chinese then. I’ll drive.”

The conversation was ordinary, domestic, and completely paired. Rakesh’s stomach tightened with a sick, slow kick. They were deciding dinner the way a couple decided dinner.

Monica came back to the doorway a minute later, adjusting the pallu over her shoulder. The movement made the blouse shift; the wide armhole opened further and the soft hollow of her armpit and the side of her breast were briefly, clearly framed.

“Do you want me to get you anything? Fruit, or those biscuits you like?”

Rakesh shook his head once. He could not trust his voice yet.

His eyes moved over her without permission— the way the sleeveless blouse sat against her skin, how little coverage it offered, the thin bra straps visible along the almost bare back, the smooth shoulders and the clean shaved underarms that the cut displayed every time she lifted her arm. He imagined, with sudden and unwanted clarity, Ranga’s large hand settling on that same bare arm as they walked, the thumb moving the way it had moved earlier when he gave her water, then travelling higher, under the armhole, across the soft skin, then lower to the side of her breast while they stood in some poorly lit parking area or inside the car.

The image made his hands tremble on the blanket.

Monica noticed the change in his face.

“Rakesh? Dude, are you okay? What happened?”

He forced his expression back to neutral, the same weak, polite mask he had worn for weeks.

“Nothing. Just tired. You go.”

Ranga appeared behind her in the doorway, already holding the car keys. He looked at Rakesh over Monica’s shoulder, the same steady, almost friendly expression he always used in this room.

“Don’t worry, brother. I’ll get your wife back home safely.”

Monica gave a short, playful giggle at the phrasing, then leaned in slightly toward the bed.

“Eat the dinner I kept on the table, take your medicine on time, and sleep properly. We won’t be late.”

They left together. The front door closed with a soft, final click. The sound of the car starting and then pulling away reached him faintly through the window. After that the apartment fell into a thick, complete silence.

Rakesh lay exactly where they had left him, the open laptop still beside his leg, the untouched plate of food cooling on the side table. The flat felt larger and emptier than it ever had. Every few minutes the same images returned without mercy: Ranga’s hand sliding under the wide armhole of the blouse, fingers spreading across the smooth armpit and the side of her breast, Monica not stopping him because the night and the saree and the private history between them already allowed it. The way she had laughed in the living room. The way she had said *with Ranga* as if it were the most natural arrangement in the world.

He stared at the dark ceiling and felt the full weight of his own body— still weak, still slow, still unable to rise and follow them. The words came in a low, private rush of self-disgust: too weak, too inadequate, too little, too useless. The ordinary Karwa Chauth night continued somewhere outside the silent apartment, while inside it the husband remained exactly where the other two had left him, listening to the quiet and imagining the hands that were no longer in the room.

[Blackdick11]

Poor Rakesh! he’s become so helpless, and ranga is taking full advantage of it.
Well, ranga is monica's unofficial husband for tonight, considering she broke her fast with him.
so he's certainly earned a dinner date with her!
the images and thoughts bothering rakesh, what if the reality is even worse than his imagination? both are wandering around the mall like a couple, holding hands, with ranga's arm around her waist or even resting on her ass in public, and she's not having the slightest objection....what if he even takes her to a lingerie store, picks out a few sexy stuff for her, and she tries them on in the changing room to show him? then they wrap up the night with a romantic candlelit dinner, with monica treating him as a little thank-you for the lovely saree.

[Bakchod Londa]

Monica and Ranga are out,,,, leaving Rakesh alone in the apartment with his mind running wild. He can’t stop wondering what the two of them are up to...so is there any way he can find out?

[The_Ramukaka]

[KingRocks]

These pics alone are way too much seductive. Thanks for these erotic pics

[Gilmalover]

Such a useless character rakesh is.
Better to kill him and move on.

[val.coutinho]

What a way to celebrate karwa chauth.... having water from an alpha male and then looking at husband for a reaction.... wow

Ranga is going to fuck her before the dinner or after the dinner or maybe both the times in the car or at his flat....

Thats for sure and Rakesh will be waiting for the wife awake in bed

[Blackdick11]

[Paty@123]

Update is required and appreciated plz

[Givemeextra]

MORE SCENES IN FRONT OF RAKESH PLEASE.