09-04-2019, 09:56 PM
Blackmail: What goes around…….
Anushka came home. She went to the security officer station as a victim and came back as a suspect. She was tagged by the well-wisher by means of the ring and now she was almost under house arrest. For a moment she felt that the restrictions of the well-wisher were more relaxed than having a hawaldar outside her house. Now her movement was seriously restricted.
Blessing in disguise was that the well-wisher seems to have let her off the hook. But then what would she do about the lock? The SP seems even more horrible than the well-wisher. Perhaps is SP the himself the blackmailer?
She was thinking hard to get out of her misery. Why not give in to the SP and take his help and get out of this? Make him happy perhaps and he would be willing to help her.
‘Yuk! How can you even think like that Anushka.’ She was astound at her own thought process; desperate situations need desperate measures, but also have a huge risk of desperate mistakes. She was now very worried and restless. She knew that the hawaldar was already in place, outside her building.
She finally looked at her phone. She dialled the number of her mom. Perhaps that was her last resort. It was going to be hard but that’s all she could do. Her mom answered the call. Mom opened the conversation with telling her about a recent ‘drink and drive case’ of a friends son. And how her father refused to help as it was an illegal case.
She was stumped even before getting her turn to speak. She knew that the SP would put the drug case mask and her dad would refuse on moral grounds. Anyway she knew that her dad was a bt more fond of her brother than herself, especially after she didn’t do well in her 12th exams.
She had to drop the plan of telling her mom. She just did some usual chit chat. Her tone was nervous but her mom couldn’t pick any hint. Infact her mom was excited for the one month vacation to the US. Anushka had deliberately opted out of it for her studies.
She was running out of options and time both. The incident at the security officer station was unforgettable. Checking of her hymen and playing with the ring. The worse was when she was unwilling and yet wet. That was so embarrassing, she thought to herself. Was it because of her or her body sensitivity? Was it the ring at an awkward part?
Indeed the ring was placed very strategically. It used to rub against her clit at occasions. The rubbing was light but was enough to make the skin more delicate and soft, it had a reddish ting now. No wonder with every touch there it sent shivers through her whole bad; mixed pleasure and pain. The thought itself made her legs part a bit.
She quickly pulled herself together, how could she think of such things in such a helpless situation. She was going through a tough time.
As she was thinking, her phone rang. It was a call on her new I-phone. She looked at the screen and her heart skipped a beat. It was from an ‘unknown’ number. She was in two minds as her trembling hands picked up the vibrating cell phone. Her face was pale and throat dry, as if she was seeing some ghost.
She had tried taking a hard stance, she tried changing her phone, she tried telling her parents, in fact she also tried to go to the security officer but nothing worked in her favour. She was losing the battle, she was feeling defeated. The world had been unkind to her in spite of her sincere efforts. Perhaps it was her own Karma that was coming back to her, what goes around comes around.
Anushka came home. She went to the security officer station as a victim and came back as a suspect. She was tagged by the well-wisher by means of the ring and now she was almost under house arrest. For a moment she felt that the restrictions of the well-wisher were more relaxed than having a hawaldar outside her house. Now her movement was seriously restricted.
Blessing in disguise was that the well-wisher seems to have let her off the hook. But then what would she do about the lock? The SP seems even more horrible than the well-wisher. Perhaps is SP the himself the blackmailer?
She was thinking hard to get out of her misery. Why not give in to the SP and take his help and get out of this? Make him happy perhaps and he would be willing to help her.
‘Yuk! How can you even think like that Anushka.’ She was astound at her own thought process; desperate situations need desperate measures, but also have a huge risk of desperate mistakes. She was now very worried and restless. She knew that the hawaldar was already in place, outside her building.
She finally looked at her phone. She dialled the number of her mom. Perhaps that was her last resort. It was going to be hard but that’s all she could do. Her mom answered the call. Mom opened the conversation with telling her about a recent ‘drink and drive case’ of a friends son. And how her father refused to help as it was an illegal case.
She was stumped even before getting her turn to speak. She knew that the SP would put the drug case mask and her dad would refuse on moral grounds. Anyway she knew that her dad was a bt more fond of her brother than herself, especially after she didn’t do well in her 12th exams.
She had to drop the plan of telling her mom. She just did some usual chit chat. Her tone was nervous but her mom couldn’t pick any hint. Infact her mom was excited for the one month vacation to the US. Anushka had deliberately opted out of it for her studies.
She was running out of options and time both. The incident at the security officer station was unforgettable. Checking of her hymen and playing with the ring. The worse was when she was unwilling and yet wet. That was so embarrassing, she thought to herself. Was it because of her or her body sensitivity? Was it the ring at an awkward part?
Indeed the ring was placed very strategically. It used to rub against her clit at occasions. The rubbing was light but was enough to make the skin more delicate and soft, it had a reddish ting now. No wonder with every touch there it sent shivers through her whole bad; mixed pleasure and pain. The thought itself made her legs part a bit.
She quickly pulled herself together, how could she think of such things in such a helpless situation. She was going through a tough time.
As she was thinking, her phone rang. It was a call on her new I-phone. She looked at the screen and her heart skipped a beat. It was from an ‘unknown’ number. She was in two minds as her trembling hands picked up the vibrating cell phone. Her face was pale and throat dry, as if she was seeing some ghost.
She had tried taking a hard stance, she tried changing her phone, she tried telling her parents, in fact she also tried to go to the security officer but nothing worked in her favour. She was losing the battle, she was feeling defeated. The world had been unkind to her in spite of her sincere efforts. Perhaps it was her own Karma that was coming back to her, what goes around comes around.
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