[Umavictor32]

 Saroja can use her to take revenge on a reporter who tried to expose her corruption. She will make her pose as a escort and record the sex with him so that Saroja can later use the video to keep him in check.

See if u can use this

Periyamalai university scam is altogether big chapter.... Whole story will have new dimension once the chapter is revealed... So i cant do tat sorry...

[Umavictor32]

Chapter 36: The First Call

[Location: Saroja's house (Living Room), Porur | Day: Saturday | Date: 9th January 2027 | Time: 9:45 AM]

The television droned on—a blur of Tamil news anchors and flashing graphics.

Saroja sat cross-legged on the floor, a notebook open on her knee, pen tapping against her teeth. Every channel carried the same story: the KVK party's emergency meeting in Koovathur. Analysts speculated. Party spokesmen deflected. The ticker at the bottom scrolled names—Sethuraman, Ajay Joseph, Kumaraswamy.

She wrote: Wednesday 9 AM. CM meeting. Thursday oath. Be ready.

Chithra sat on the sofa behind her, legs tucked beneath the loose t-shirt, still wearing yesterday's short skirt. She'd barely touched her idli at breakfast. Her phone was in her hand, thumb scrolling lazily through nothing.

Then the screen went black.

"Ah." Chithra pressed the power button. Nothing. "Battery died."

"There's a charger on the table."

Chithra plugged it in, waited. The screen stayed dark. She sighed, set it down, and looked at Saroja. "Can I use yours for a bit? Just to check messages."

Saroja didn't look up from her notebook. "It's on the bed. Go ahead."

Mistake number one, her mindvoice noted. But a useful one.

Chithra retrieved the phone, settled back on the sofa. The screen glowed. She swiped through—WhatsApp, mostly. Messages from Muthu marked unread. A few from unknown numbers.

Then a status update caught her eye.



Chithra's thumb froze.

The image was blurred but suggestive—a woman's silhouette in red light, curves barely covered. The name beneath: Malar.

Another status followed.




Chithra's breath caught. Her finger hovered over the screen, trembling. She shouldn't look. She shouldn't—

Her thumb twitched.

The call button flashed. Calling Malar…

"No—" Chithra gasped, jabbing at the screen. The call disconnected after half a ring. She fumbled, heart hammering, deleted the call from the log.

Saroja watched from the corner of her eye. She's panicking. Good. Panic makes people honest.

Then the phone buzzed.

Malar calling.

Chithra's face drained. She stared at the screen like it was a snake. The phone buzzed again.

Saroja stood, crossed to the sofa, and held out her hand. "Give it."

Chithra handed it over, fingers cold.

Saroja answered. "Hello?"

"Saroja?" Malar's voice was curious, edged with amusement. "You called? I missed it."

"Must have been a mistake. My friend was using my phone."

"Ah." A pause. "The one in the photo?"

Saroja glanced at Chithra, who was pulling her knees to her chest, face buried. "Maybe."

Malar laughed—low, knowing. "She's shy. I saw her looking at my status. Both of them."

"I know."

"Ask her if she's interested. She has the body for it."

Saroja kept her voice neutral. "I'll ask."

The line clicked dead.

Saroja sat beside Chithra. The younger woman didn't move.

"She knows," Chithra whispered. "She saw."

"She saw you looking. That's all."

"That's enough." Chithra's voice cracked. "If anyone finds out—if Muthu finds out—"

"Muthu won't find out."

"You don't know that!" Chithra's head snapped up, eyes wet. "My face, Saroja. If my face is on the internet—if someone recognizes me—"

"No one will recognize you." Saroja's voice was calm, measured. "You wear a mask. A blindfold. Something to cover your eyes. Your voice can be changed. Your name is fake. You could be anyone."

Chithra shook her head. "I can't. I'm married. I'm—"

"You're what?" Saroja leaned closer. "A decent woman? A loyal wife? Tell me, Chithra—what did you almost do last night?"

Chithra flinched.

"You almost sucked a stranger's cock in a parking lot. A man you'd never met. A man who was watching you get fucked." Saroja's voice dropped. "And you would have done it. You wanted to."

"That was different—"

"How?"

"I was—I was caught up. The moment. The danger."

Saroja smiled. "And this isn't dangerous?"

Chithra's mouth opened. Closed.

"I've seen women do this," Saroja said. "Friends of mine. Decent women. Mothers. Wives. They put on a mask, turn on the camera, and talk to strangers. They make money. Good money. And no one—no one—ever knows."

"What if someone records it?"

"You block their face. You never show identifying marks. You keep the camera low or high. You learn."

Chithra's hands were shaking. "I can't."

"You can." Saroja reached out, tucked a strand of hair behind Chithra's ear. "You did something last night you thought you could never do. And you liked it."

Tears spilled down Chithra's cheeks. "I'm cheating on Muthu."

"You're surviving." Saroja's thumb brushed the tear away. "Muthu isn't here. He's gone until Tuesday. And when he comes back, you'll still be his. Nothing changes."

"But I'll know."

"Yes." Saroja's eyes held hers. "You'll know. And that knowledge will make you stronger."

Chithra was quiet for a long moment. The TV droned on—another analyst, another theory.

"Just once," she whispered. "Maybe twice. If I feel wrong, I stop."

Saroja nodded. "Of course."

She leaned in and pressed her lips to Chithra's forehead. The kiss was soft, almost maternal.

Delicious, Saroja's mindvoice purred. She fell into it herself. I didn't have to push. I didn't have to scheme. She walked into the trap and closed the door behind her.

This is better than I planned. This is her choice—or what she'll tell herself is her choice. And that makes it permanent. A woman who is forced resents. A woman who chooses becomes complicit. And complicity is the strongest chain of all.

She thinks she's doing this once. Twice. She thinks she'll stop when it feels wrong. But I've seen this before. The first call is curiosity. The second is hunger. The third is need. By the fifth, she'll be spreading her legs for the camera without being asked.

And Malar—

Malar will take her apart. Malar doesn't just run a chat service. Malar pimps. Malar arranges door-step meetings. Malar has a network of men—rich men, powerful men—who pay for women like Chithra. Decent women. Married women. Women who think they're just doing a video call and don't realize they've already sold themselves.

By Wednesday morning, Chithra will have done more than video calls. She'll have met one of Malar's clients. Then another. Then another. And each time, she'll tell herself it's the last time.

And Muthu will never know.

Saroja pulled back and smiled. "I'll call Malar."

She dialed. Malar answered on the second ring.

"She's in," Saroja said. "One or two calls today. Nothing more."

"Good. Send me a photo. Sexy but not nude. Something that shows her body."

Saroja looked at Chithra. "Take off the shirt."

Chithra hesitated. Then she pulled the t-shirt over her head. She was bare beneath—no bra, no panties, the skirt still bunched at her waist.

Saroja raised the phone and snapped. The image captured Chithra..

She sent it.

"Nice," Malar said. "Give me thirty minutes. I'll create her profile."

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[Location: Saroja's house (Living Room), Porur | Day: Saturday | Date: 9th January 2027 | Time: 10:15 AM]

Thirty minutes later, Chithra was staring at Saroja's phone again.

A new status from Malar had appeared:

Contact Name: Sexy Sonu

Chat Message:

Video call with bra for 1min. RS. 100

Boobs 1 min. Rs. 200

Full nude. RS. 300

Full nude video call without face. Rs. 1000

without face fingering call. Rs. 1500

Bathing show without face . Rs. 1800

Full show with face . Rs. 2000

With face reaction fucking. Rs. 2500

Audio call sex Role play. Rs. 800

Sex chat with nude photo. Rs. 500

ALL show 30 minutes

GPAY UPI. *5312

Duration: 30mins





Chithra's stomach dropped.

Look at her, Saroja's mindvoice whispered. She's reading every line. She's imagining it. She's already picturing herself behind a mask, spreading her legs for a stranger's screen.

And she's wet.

I can smell it.

"You can start with something small," Saroja said. "The one-minute video call. Just your bra. A hundred rupees."

Chithra didn't respond. Her thumb traced the screen.

Say yes, Saroja thought. Say yes and seal your fate.

"Okay," Chithra whispered.

There it is.

My perfect little whore.

[RedDranzar]

Excellent. I hope after 1 /2 calls she herself chooses the full face show and then starts visiting clients in hotel. Muthu not knowing anything.

Another idea is in addition to this Saroja runs a adult film business where she will make Chitra do 1 film recording.

[RedDranzar]

Please update

[masochist]

You have wrote about your frustration on a post that nobody replies or adds suggestion and you will write on your own idea and pace. See, your story improved immediately. I will suggest you follow your heart, don't give too much weight on your readers idea.

I have seen this countless time authors loose their way by readers comments and suggestion.

Remember the list of idea you have posted earlier, making Chitra fat by eating a lot more, there were more ideas on that post. You can follow those. Muthu and Chitra falling in love maybe the weakest point of this story. Now that sarooja playing a main part of this story. Storyline now have a great potential. Good luck, you are doing great!!

[aravindkkumar08]

I thought the same love story between Muthu and chitra is weak part. We only reader's and we give only suggestion.its your ultimate decision which to be added or not. Now you can add more character add N number of scenes.

[Umavictor32]

You have wrote about your frustration on a post that nobody replies or adds suggestion and you will write on your own idea and pace. See, your story improved immediately. I will suggest you follow your heart, don't give too much weight on your readers idea.

I have seen this countless time authors loose their way by readers comments and suggestion.

Remember the list of idea you have posted earlier, making Chitra fat by eating a lot more, there were more ideas on that post. You can follow those. Muthu and Chitra falling in love maybe the weakest point of this story. Now that sarooja playing a main part of this story. Storyline now have a great potential. Good luck, you are doing great!!

Thanks for ur suggestion

[girrich9486]

Good update.. And

[Umavictor32]

Chapter 36: Actress Keerthy Suresh Story Changed Chithra's Ideology

[Location: Saroja's house (Living Room), Porur | Day: Saturday | Date: 9th January 2027 | Time: 10:00 AM]

Chithra's hands were trembling around Saroja's phone.

The screen still glowed with Malar's price list—those stark numbers, those clinical descriptions of what a body could be sold for. Her thumb hovered over the call button, and she could feel the weight of it, the gravity of what that single press would mean.

She set the phone down.

"I can't."




Saroja's eyebrow lifted. "You just said okay."

"I know." Chithra pulled her knees up to her chest, the short skirt riding higher, exposing the soft curve of her inner thigh. "But I need to tell you something first. I need you to understand."

Saroja settled back, crossing her arms. Her face was patient, curious. Inside, her mindvoice was already sharpening. She's stalling. She's looking for a reason to back out. I need to find the thread and pull it before she unravels completely.

"I was raised a certain way," Chithra began. Her voice was low, eyes fixed on the floor. "In Madurai, in a conservative family. My parents taught me that a woman's dignity is her most precious thing. That once you lose it, you can never get it back."

She paused. Her throat worked.

"When I married Vijay, I made a promise. I would be a good wife. A good mother. I would never bring shame to my family." She laughed, a hollow sound. "I had a lover before marriage. Muthu. We loved each other, but my parents didn't let me marry him. I obeyed. I married Vijay. And even though I loved Muthu, I never cheated on Vijay with him. Not once."

"I may have avoided sex with Vijay," Chithra continued. "I did it only when necessary, only to have Aaryan. But I never betrayed him. I was faithful."

Her voice cracked on the next words.

"Then he killed my son."

"I was broken," Chithra whispered. "Completely shattered. And Muthu—he found me. He gave me love. Protection. He made me feel safe again. When I made love with him, it was because I loved him. It wasn't about lust. It wasn't about being dirty."

Keep telling yourself that, Saroja thought. Love and lust are the same thing when you're desperate enough.

"The day after I first slept with Muthu," Chithra said, her voice dropping to barely a whisper, "he gave me an i-pill. To avoid pregnancy. And in that moment, I felt like a slut. Like I was just a body he used."

Saroja's mindvoice purred. Good. Let her feel that shame. Let her remember it. Because soon, she'll feel that shame every single day—and she'll learn to love it.

"Then you came," Chithra said, looking up at Saroja. "I came here to bring you back to the party. That was my only purpose. But see what happened?" Her eyes glistened. "I slept with you like a lesbian slut. Few years back, if someone had told me I would do such a thing, I would have killed myself."

And now you're grateful for it, Saroja thought. You're grateful I showed you what your body can feel.

"And now," Chithra continued, her voice shaking, "unknowingly, I called Malar by seeing her status. And you're making me do online sex chat. And the worst part is—" Her face crumpled. "I'm slowly enjoying the thought of it. I feel nice when I imagine it. But I'm afraid, Saroja. I'm afraid I may lose everything."

Lose everything? Saroja's mindvoice scoffed. You lost everything the moment you agreed to get in my car. You just don't know it yet.

"Once, I told Muthu I would never become a money-minded slut like you," Chithra said. "But now I feel I may become worse than you. Because you do it for money. But I feel I may find pleasure in it."

Worse than me? Saroja's mindvoice went cold. You have no idea what I've done, little housewife. You have no idea the depths I've reached. And soon, you'll be right there beside me.

"I'm afraid of what society will say about me," Chithra finished. "I'm afraid, Saroja."

She fell silent. The only sound was the hum of the ceiling fan and the distant traffic from the street.

Saroja let the silence stretch. Let it breathe. Let Chithra's confession settle between them like dust.

Then she spoke.

"Chithra, I know you called me a money-minded slut."

Chithra flinched.

"I was not angry at you," Saroja said. Her voice was soft, gentle—a complete lie wrapped in velvet. Inside, her mindvoice was venomous. Not angry? I've been planning your destruction since that sentence left your lips. Every touch, every kiss, every moment of tenderness has been a step toward your ruin.

"The reason I'm doing this to you," Saroja continued, "is that your mind is asking you to enjoy this life. I want you to listen to your mind."

I want you to listen to the hunger I've planted in you. I want it to grow until it consumes everything else.

"Till now, you've never been happy," Saroja said. "You've never lived for yourself. From today, try doing it."

She stood, crossed to the cupboard, and pulled out a red silk saree. It was rich, deep crimson, with a golden border that caught the light.

"Wear this," Saroja said, holding it out. "Go to the temple alone. Talk to your god. Tell him, 'I want to live for myself. Bless me.' Then come back."

Chithra stared at the saree.

"Do one or two video calls," Saroja said. "After those two calls, if you feel this is bad, stop it. You have twenty lakhs in your account from Sethuraman. Money is not your problem. This caged life is the issue. Just come out of it."

Chithra took the saree. Her fingers brushed the silk, feeling its weight.

"Okay," she whispered.

She stood and walked to the bedroom, the saree clutched to her chest.

Saroja watched her go. The moment the door closed, her face hardened.

What the fuck? her mindvoice snarled. You showed me your whole body. You let me lick your pussy. You came on my tongue. And now you're acting like a decent woman?

She paced the living room, her heels clicking on the tiles.

Today is Saturday. I have until Wednesday morning 9 AM. Four days. Ninety-six hours.

She stopped at the window, staring out at the street.

By Wednesday, I will have broken every piece of that decency. I will have scattered it across this city like ash. She will beg me for cock. She will beg me for strangers. She will beg me to be used.

And she will thank me for it.

The bedroom door opened.

Chithra stepped out.

The red saree transformed her. It dbangd over her curves like liquid fire, the golden border tracing the swell of her hips, the curve of her waist. Her midriff was bare—a sliver of warm brown skin between the blouse and the saree's edge. Her hair was loose, falling in dark waves over her shoulders.




She looked like a goddess. A sacrifice. A bride.

Saroja's breath caught. Perfect. She's perfect. And she doesn't even know how perfect she is for what I have planned.

Before Chithra could reach the front door, Saroja spoke.

"Do you know actress Keerthy Suresh?"

Chithra paused. "Yes. Why?"

Saroja leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her voice casual.

"Keerthy Suresh initially said she would not do sexy roles in movies. She wanted to be a decent actress. 



But what did society do to her?" Saroja shook her head. "They made all her movies flop. Every single one. She couldn't get work."

Chithra listened, her hand on the door handle.

"Then she went to Telugu," Saroja continued. "Slowly, she started to expose herself in a light manner. A song with Mahesh Babu. 



She did it because she had no movies. All her films were flopping. And what did society do?" Saroja's voice turned sharp. "They started barking, 'We want that old decent Keerthy Suresh. We want the old one.'"

"She went to Hindi," Saroja said. "Acted with Varun Dhawan. Showed her body, though she covered her navel. 




And what did society do? They made that song a hit. The movie flopped, but the song—the song became a sensation."

Chithra's grip on the door handle loosened.

"Then Keerthy did the Akka web series," Saroja said. "Everyone watched it just to catch a glimpse of her navel. 






People created fake AI photos, claiming she had acted in explicit scenes in that series.






 And what happened?" Saroja smiled. "The series became a huge hit. Now she's back in the market. Getting more chances than ever."

She made her body her asset, Saroja thought. And now she's richer for it. Not just in money—in freedom.

"So don't care about society," Saroja said. "Do what you feel. The decisions you take have nothing to do with society. Your life. Your choice."

Chithra stood still for a long moment.

Then she reached down.

Her fingers found the edge of the saree, where it was tucked at her waist. Slowly, deliberately, she pulled it down.

The fabric slipped, exposing her navel—the soft curve of her belly, the dark hollow of her navel, the smooth skin stretching down to the waistband of her petticoat.



She looked at Saroja.

And smiled.

A small smile. Uncertain. But real.

"Okay," Chithra said.

She took her phone from the table, tucked it into her palm, and opened the front door.

The morning sunlight hit her face as she stepped out, the red saree catching the light, her bare navel catching the breeze.

Saroja watched her go.

Yes, her mindvoice whispered. Walk into the sun, my little lamb. Pray to your god. Ask for blessings. And when you come back, I will be waiting.

Waiting to show you what freedom really means.

Waiting to show you that the cage was never society—it was your own fear.

And I'm going to break that fear apart, piece by piece, until all that's left is hunger.

[Hotgiri]

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[Umavictor32]

Pls add gif

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[RedDranzar]

Hi Uma

This twist is much more exciting than the chemistry with Muthu. I wish you keep Muthu away for one or 2 more weeks and Saroja can make her do calls , escorting and eventually adult film shoot. The muthu part is becoming a love story which I think even u did not want this story to become. Continue it after sometime.

It's a suggestion. Even if u don't write it like this I will keep enjoying the story.