25-06-2021, 08:11 AM
purva sat there with her head resting on her husband's chest and her legs spread wide showing her damp pussy to the two guests. Mushtaq having offered the liberty of letting purva decide if she was ready to show up for the raandnaach in such a perverted sleazy outfit played around with her tits. All the three men were waiting for purva's acceptance of Irfan and Hussain's proposal of having her hair cut to near-bald and have it dyed with multiple colours. Along with that, Irfan also proposed that purva's thick armpit hair that was a ridiculous outcome of Mushtaq's fetish, be also dyed with colour which would make her look even more clownish and cheap. She knew that she could straightaway said no, and the men would not bother her with it, but she decided to give it more thought. Indeed, imagining herself in such a cheap state made her aroused for sure. The thought of having to be humiliated so much and then dance in that avatar all naked to loud songs shamelessly on stage in front of all the slum men was truly going to be an extremely erotic experience for purva. Irfan also guaranteed that he would talk to the slum women tomorrow and convince them how important it was to show purva in such a ridiculously perverted way for the raandnaach to one and all. If that was successful, she wouldn't need to worry about being ill-treated by the slum women like earlier. Anyway, she wanted to make sure she got all her questions answered first and then decide whether she was going to do it or not.
The men looked on at the nude purva who was shamelessly sitting like a man showing off all of her private parts for the men to relish. Hussain and Irfan could not help but openly gawk at her exposed pussy. purva of course knew that her pussy was leaking and that it subject to Hussain's and Irfan's lust but she had to deal with this important matter. She was lost in thoughts as to what she should do when Mushtaq pinched her tits roughly. "Randi, bolo tumhe kya lagta hai...", he said.
purva looked at Mushtaq and then thought for a while to gather her thoughts together. She then started to speak.
"Irfan saheb, pehle main yeh jaanna chahti hu ki jo colour wala dye mere sir parr aur kaksh me daala jaayega woh kitne din rahega".
"Dekho randi...ab baat yeh hai ki yeh jo colour wale dye tumpe lagayenge woh bohot chamkeele honge...matlab tumpe door door tak woh chamkeele dikhenge. Ab yeh saare colours tumhare gaav ke barber ke paas hi milte hai...aur woh saste quality ka hi honge. Ab tu sheher se hai toh shayad tujhe Garnier wagare brands pata hote honge...par woh saare lagane me time lagenge aur chamkeele bhi nhi hote hai. Ab thoda cheap quality ke hai toh unko nikaalne me 1-2 hafte lag sakte hai tujhe...parr usse tujhe koi dikkat nhi hogi na?", said Irfan sounding confident.
purva thought for a minute about it. 1-2 weeks didn't seem all that bad to her. She of course knew that they would indeed be of cheap quality and be bright and gaudy that would make sure she looked trashy and cheap.
"Hmm, ek do hafte hi toh thik hai...usse jyaada lagega toh mushkil hoga", she said.
"Nhi, usse jaada nhi lagega randi, iska tension mat le tu", said Irfan smiling at her.
"Thik h", said purva convinced about it.
"Apne yeh bola ki mujhe mehendi wagare bhi lagwaoge...woh kaun lagayega?", asked purva.
"Woh dekhna padega randi...filhaal woh karne wala koi mard nhi dikh rha hai hume...par gaav ki koi aurat laga degi tumpe", said Irfan.
"Thik h", said purva.
purva once again spent few more minutes to gather her thoughts so that she could speak them confidently. She then said...
"Dekho Irfan ji, yeh toh aap jaante ho ki main bohot besharam randi hu...aur yeh cheez main mana nhi karungi. Issi liye Hussain ji ne raandnaach k liye mujhe chuna hai...aur main yeh bhi aap se bolungi ki jab Hussain saheb yahan aaye the mujhe poochne raandnaach k liye, maine turant haan bola tha. Parr job yeh sab mere saath karwane wale ho...uske liye main alag se paise loongi", purva said showing the utmost confidence of a whore.
All the men were taken aback at purva's words. Mushtaq for sure had his tongue tied as he could not believe how his docile wife was indeed demanding extra money to showcase herself as a shameless whore. Hussain too showed surprise on his face hearing purva's words. Even Irfan, who knew purva for not more than 5-6 hours was taken aback after seeing how docile and submissive she behaved so far.
Hussain said, "Mushtaq kya baat hai bhai...teri randi ko kya pila rha hai tu...aaj kal paise maangne lagi hai?", he said sarcastically. Of course, he was the sarpanch and he ruled the place, and truth be told he did not like purva's attitude right then. How dare she ask money for being herself, he thought, but decided to play it cool. Of course, he had to find a way to make purva perform the raandnaach in the cheapest way possible by money too. He of course could not ask the slum men for money, they would only revolt against him given how purva had already shown her nude self to so many in the slums. He also could not be sure that Khan saheb, primarily for whom he was arranging this naachraand by purva, would give him money for seeing the raandnaach. Of course, Hussain could not ask him for money after all, it would not be professional courtesy. Moreover, even if he did offer him money, he would not want to give a major chunk of it to this cheap characterless whore even if she deserved it. Why would he, when she stooped down so low to even get beaten up by the slum women to cover up just her private parts in public?
Before Mushtaq could say anything, purva interjected "Hussain saheb, aise koi baat nhi hai...aap ne hi bola hai na...ki garage ki bhi koi randi nanga naachne k liye tayyar nhi thi...toh main raandnaach karne k liye tayyar hu aur ab iske upar aap mera makeup bhi karoge...toh paise poochna mera haq banta hai na?", said purva with a submissive expression.
"Dekh raand, tujhe iss liye naachraand k liye poocha kyun ki tu ek dum besharmi hai...sadak pe nanga ghoomne k liye auraton se maar kha chuki hai tu, chappal se. Aur ab aise mere se aise paise maangne me tujhe sharam nhi aati?", said Hussain. The expression on his face told Mushtaq how serious he was, and he knew it. Of course Mushtaq had known Hussain from a long time, and he knew how he dealt with things and he knew it when he was serious, he knew it when he was agitated. purva was of course the latest citizen of the slums and knew nothing about Hussain. Before Mushtaq could control purva, she said "Saheb, aise stage pe itne mard ke saamne nanga naachne k liye itni besharm toh honi padti hai mere jaise...sadak pe sab k saamne auraton se maar khayi hu gandi wali, tabhi toh main itni besharam hui hu...yeh toh aap ka bachha bhi samajh lega".
Indeed that was the tipping point for Hussain. He got up from his chair in a jiffy furiously and raised his hand on purva. "Randi kahin ki, teri ijjat kya hai mere saamne aise baat karne ki", he shouted loudly before Irfan got up and controlled Hussain.
Hussain was agitated. Even though Irfan controlled him, he shouted out, "Mushtaq teri randi ko bol...ki woh bass ek sasti chhinnar hai...control me rakh loudi ko".
By now, Mushtaq lost his high from the liquor. The situation was getting a little out of hand and he had to do something. "Randi chup baith tu", he shouted out to purva as he slapped roughly on her tits.
purva sensing the tension of the situation managed to keep quiet upon Mushtaq's command. Irfan too got a sense of the situation. Like Mushtaq, he too knew Hussain from a long time, and he knew that he would sometimes suddenly lose his temper. It was crucial that Hussain controlled himself, lest they lose this great opportunity of getting a slutty raandnaach by the shameless whore.
After a couple of minutes, Hussain finally settled down back on his chair. He said, "Mushtaq yeh jo teri raand harkat kar rahi hai...mujhe bilkul achha nhi lag rha hai. Tujhe pata hai na, agar main chahta hu toh abhi k abhi iss randi ka maar-peeth karwa sakta hu auraton se".
Mushtaq was quick to interject before purva could say anything, "Saheb maafi maangta hu randi k taraf se...isko kuch nhi pata", he quickly blurted out to control the situation. "Yeh lo, aap bhi ek peg maar lo", he said, handing out a peg of rum to Hussain ji to cool him.
purva was a little scared of Hussain's disposition right then, but something in her made her adamant about her role as a Mastanpur whore. It seemed like Hussain antics made her even more stubborn and her she became even more resolute in her mission. Till now, she only demanded money because she thought she deserved it. Indeed, what kind of whore would be ready to acquire such a sleazy look and dance naked on stage in front of cheap men? Truth be told, she did not expect Hussain to react in such a manner and his denial to offer her money for doing such obscene things on stage made her even more adamant about her rights as a whore. She decided that if she was providing such services to the men of Mastanpur, she would have to be paid for it.
Hussain started to consume his alcohol. Mushtaq expected Hussain to cool down with it, but he still continued "Sab k saamne nanga ghoomti hai randi chod aur mujhe paise maang rhi hai, thu" he shouted.
purva too unable to control herself, blurted out "Saheb, main nanga toh apne mann se ghoomti hu na...stage pe itne saare mard k saamne khullam khulla naachna aasan nhi hai...yeh samajh lo. Mujhe pata hai ki woh joh guests aayenge woh mere bhosde se khelenge aur mera poora fayda uthayenge...fir bhi maine haan bol diya...paise dene main aap itna scene kar rahe ho...yeh kya baat hui?".
Hussain said, "Bhosde se khel lenge...aise bol rahi hai jaise tera kuch nuksaan ho rha hai...abhi k abhi tu 100 mard se chudegi tera mann karta hai toh..."
"Ji haan, kyun nhi, parr uske liye bhi main paise lungi", said purva.
By now, even Irfan had lost his cool. He could not believe this docile whore he had known for a few hours was behaving so restlessly.
As Hussain again started to lose his temper, Irfan nudged him to keep his calm, and said "Chal randi bol tujhe yeh sab karne k liye kitne paise chahiye?".
purva was glad that finally they started to talk about money. "Saheb, pura nanga naach rhi hu aur woh bhi sab k saamne, toh kam se kam ek gaane k liye 1000 rupayee toh lagenge".
Irfan let out a giggle sarcastically, and so did Hussain. "Ek gaane pe 1000 rupayee maang rahi hai tu? Loudi itne paise me tere jaise main 100 randiyon ko le aa sakta hu samjhi?", said Hussain.
"Achha saheb, toh thik hai toh unse hi karwa lo apna raandnaach", said purva showing a tinge of arrogance.
Just then, the most unexpected thing happened. Mushtaq slapped purva hard on purva's face that made everyone quiet for a moment.
"Bhosdi wali, pehle dhyaan se baat karna seekh bade logon se. Aur ek gaane pe nanga naachna k liye 1000 rupayee maang rahi hai tu? Mastanpur me apni ijjat kya samajh rakha hai tu ne? randi ki aulaad!", he shouted loudly as he started to slap purva hard on both her cheeks continuously before Irfan stopped him. "Arre Mushtaq ji, yeh kya kar rahe ho apni biwi k saath...control karo yaar...thik h randi hai toh paise maang rahi hai...uske liye kyun bechaari ko maar rahe ho", he said as Musthaq seemed to cool down.
purva certainly did not expect Mushtaq, her husband to slap her in front of Hussain and Irfan especially when the egos were running so high.
Mushtaq did not say anything, but it was clear that he was pissed off with purva's behaviour towards the problem and the way she was talking with Hussain, the sarpanch of the slums. He certainly did not expect purva to be so rebellious.
Getting faceslaps from her own husband in front of the men weakened purva's resolve as tears started to flow heavily from her eyes. Hussain smirked at purva's tears and took the opportunity to weaken her resolve even more "Randi kahin ki...ek toh besharam aurat hai aur upar se paise pooch rahi hai", he said as he spit on her face in front of both Mushtaq and Irfan. purva, not wanting to show her weakened resolve in front of the men, just hung her head down and she started sobbing. She did feel like she was being reasonable in asking money for service as the slum's naachraand, but once she received so many slaps from her husband, she decided to stay put. After all, she was a disciplined housewife.
Mushtaq still furious with purva's behaviour stood up and joined his hands together. "Hussain saheb mere randi k taraf se maafi mangta hu...main isse samjhaunga...aap nikal lijiye", he said.
Hussain nodded and got up, and so did Irfan. Hussain then said "Mushtaq teri randi ko aukaat me rakh...iski moonh se bass tera muth nikalni chahiye, awaaz nhi".
"Ji saheb", said Mushtaq, as Hussain and Irfan proceeded to leave. They threw one last glance before they left, at the naked purva who was by now in all tears. Irfan condescendingly said "Jaada nhi bolti toh rona nhi padta aise".
After they left Mushtaq closed the door and then came back to purva who was crying uncontrollably sitting on the bed. For a moment he did feel apologetic for his behaviour towards his whore even though he decided to reprimand her for her behaviour towards the sarpanch of the slums. Of course, now he was feeling sympathetic for purva having slapped her roughly so many times in front of those men. Sympathetically, he put his hand on purva's shoulder and immediately, purva shrugged herself forcing Mushtaq to withdraw his hand off of her. Still sobbing, she took the pillow off of the bed and placed it on the floor and slept on the ground all naked sobbing even more into the pillow. Of course, purva did not expect her husband to slap her and call her names in front of the men, and it seemed like she was more emotionally hurt than physically as her sobs seemed out of control now. Mushtaq, unsure of what to do and how to patch up things with purva, just sat on the bed looking at his nude whore lying on the ground crying loudly into the pillow.
The men looked on at the nude purva who was shamelessly sitting like a man showing off all of her private parts for the men to relish. Hussain and Irfan could not help but openly gawk at her exposed pussy. purva of course knew that her pussy was leaking and that it subject to Hussain's and Irfan's lust but she had to deal with this important matter. She was lost in thoughts as to what she should do when Mushtaq pinched her tits roughly. "Randi, bolo tumhe kya lagta hai...", he said.
purva looked at Mushtaq and then thought for a while to gather her thoughts together. She then started to speak.
"Irfan saheb, pehle main yeh jaanna chahti hu ki jo colour wala dye mere sir parr aur kaksh me daala jaayega woh kitne din rahega".
"Dekho randi...ab baat yeh hai ki yeh jo colour wale dye tumpe lagayenge woh bohot chamkeele honge...matlab tumpe door door tak woh chamkeele dikhenge. Ab yeh saare colours tumhare gaav ke barber ke paas hi milte hai...aur woh saste quality ka hi honge. Ab tu sheher se hai toh shayad tujhe Garnier wagare brands pata hote honge...par woh saare lagane me time lagenge aur chamkeele bhi nhi hote hai. Ab thoda cheap quality ke hai toh unko nikaalne me 1-2 hafte lag sakte hai tujhe...parr usse tujhe koi dikkat nhi hogi na?", said Irfan sounding confident.
purva thought for a minute about it. 1-2 weeks didn't seem all that bad to her. She of course knew that they would indeed be of cheap quality and be bright and gaudy that would make sure she looked trashy and cheap.
"Hmm, ek do hafte hi toh thik hai...usse jyaada lagega toh mushkil hoga", she said.
"Nhi, usse jaada nhi lagega randi, iska tension mat le tu", said Irfan smiling at her.
"Thik h", said purva convinced about it.
"Apne yeh bola ki mujhe mehendi wagare bhi lagwaoge...woh kaun lagayega?", asked purva.
"Woh dekhna padega randi...filhaal woh karne wala koi mard nhi dikh rha hai hume...par gaav ki koi aurat laga degi tumpe", said Irfan.
"Thik h", said purva.
purva once again spent few more minutes to gather her thoughts so that she could speak them confidently. She then said...
"Dekho Irfan ji, yeh toh aap jaante ho ki main bohot besharam randi hu...aur yeh cheez main mana nhi karungi. Issi liye Hussain ji ne raandnaach k liye mujhe chuna hai...aur main yeh bhi aap se bolungi ki jab Hussain saheb yahan aaye the mujhe poochne raandnaach k liye, maine turant haan bola tha. Parr job yeh sab mere saath karwane wale ho...uske liye main alag se paise loongi", purva said showing the utmost confidence of a whore.
All the men were taken aback at purva's words. Mushtaq for sure had his tongue tied as he could not believe how his docile wife was indeed demanding extra money to showcase herself as a shameless whore. Hussain too showed surprise on his face hearing purva's words. Even Irfan, who knew purva for not more than 5-6 hours was taken aback after seeing how docile and submissive she behaved so far.
Hussain said, "Mushtaq kya baat hai bhai...teri randi ko kya pila rha hai tu...aaj kal paise maangne lagi hai?", he said sarcastically. Of course, he was the sarpanch and he ruled the place, and truth be told he did not like purva's attitude right then. How dare she ask money for being herself, he thought, but decided to play it cool. Of course, he had to find a way to make purva perform the raandnaach in the cheapest way possible by money too. He of course could not ask the slum men for money, they would only revolt against him given how purva had already shown her nude self to so many in the slums. He also could not be sure that Khan saheb, primarily for whom he was arranging this naachraand by purva, would give him money for seeing the raandnaach. Of course, Hussain could not ask him for money after all, it would not be professional courtesy. Moreover, even if he did offer him money, he would not want to give a major chunk of it to this cheap characterless whore even if she deserved it. Why would he, when she stooped down so low to even get beaten up by the slum women to cover up just her private parts in public?
Before Mushtaq could say anything, purva interjected "Hussain saheb, aise koi baat nhi hai...aap ne hi bola hai na...ki garage ki bhi koi randi nanga naachne k liye tayyar nhi thi...toh main raandnaach karne k liye tayyar hu aur ab iske upar aap mera makeup bhi karoge...toh paise poochna mera haq banta hai na?", said purva with a submissive expression.
"Dekh raand, tujhe iss liye naachraand k liye poocha kyun ki tu ek dum besharmi hai...sadak pe nanga ghoomne k liye auraton se maar kha chuki hai tu, chappal se. Aur ab aise mere se aise paise maangne me tujhe sharam nhi aati?", said Hussain. The expression on his face told Mushtaq how serious he was, and he knew it. Of course Mushtaq had known Hussain from a long time, and he knew how he dealt with things and he knew it when he was serious, he knew it when he was agitated. purva was of course the latest citizen of the slums and knew nothing about Hussain. Before Mushtaq could control purva, she said "Saheb, aise stage pe itne mard ke saamne nanga naachne k liye itni besharm toh honi padti hai mere jaise...sadak pe sab k saamne auraton se maar khayi hu gandi wali, tabhi toh main itni besharam hui hu...yeh toh aap ka bachha bhi samajh lega".
Indeed that was the tipping point for Hussain. He got up from his chair in a jiffy furiously and raised his hand on purva. "Randi kahin ki, teri ijjat kya hai mere saamne aise baat karne ki", he shouted loudly before Irfan got up and controlled Hussain.
Hussain was agitated. Even though Irfan controlled him, he shouted out, "Mushtaq teri randi ko bol...ki woh bass ek sasti chhinnar hai...control me rakh loudi ko".
By now, Mushtaq lost his high from the liquor. The situation was getting a little out of hand and he had to do something. "Randi chup baith tu", he shouted out to purva as he slapped roughly on her tits.
purva sensing the tension of the situation managed to keep quiet upon Mushtaq's command. Irfan too got a sense of the situation. Like Mushtaq, he too knew Hussain from a long time, and he knew that he would sometimes suddenly lose his temper. It was crucial that Hussain controlled himself, lest they lose this great opportunity of getting a slutty raandnaach by the shameless whore.
After a couple of minutes, Hussain finally settled down back on his chair. He said, "Mushtaq yeh jo teri raand harkat kar rahi hai...mujhe bilkul achha nhi lag rha hai. Tujhe pata hai na, agar main chahta hu toh abhi k abhi iss randi ka maar-peeth karwa sakta hu auraton se".
Mushtaq was quick to interject before purva could say anything, "Saheb maafi maangta hu randi k taraf se...isko kuch nhi pata", he quickly blurted out to control the situation. "Yeh lo, aap bhi ek peg maar lo", he said, handing out a peg of rum to Hussain ji to cool him.
purva was a little scared of Hussain's disposition right then, but something in her made her adamant about her role as a Mastanpur whore. It seemed like Hussain antics made her even more stubborn and her she became even more resolute in her mission. Till now, she only demanded money because she thought she deserved it. Indeed, what kind of whore would be ready to acquire such a sleazy look and dance naked on stage in front of cheap men? Truth be told, she did not expect Hussain to react in such a manner and his denial to offer her money for doing such obscene things on stage made her even more adamant about her rights as a whore. She decided that if she was providing such services to the men of Mastanpur, she would have to be paid for it.
Hussain started to consume his alcohol. Mushtaq expected Hussain to cool down with it, but he still continued "Sab k saamne nanga ghoomti hai randi chod aur mujhe paise maang rhi hai, thu" he shouted.
purva too unable to control herself, blurted out "Saheb, main nanga toh apne mann se ghoomti hu na...stage pe itne saare mard k saamne khullam khulla naachna aasan nhi hai...yeh samajh lo. Mujhe pata hai ki woh joh guests aayenge woh mere bhosde se khelenge aur mera poora fayda uthayenge...fir bhi maine haan bol diya...paise dene main aap itna scene kar rahe ho...yeh kya baat hui?".
Hussain said, "Bhosde se khel lenge...aise bol rahi hai jaise tera kuch nuksaan ho rha hai...abhi k abhi tu 100 mard se chudegi tera mann karta hai toh..."
"Ji haan, kyun nhi, parr uske liye bhi main paise lungi", said purva.
By now, even Irfan had lost his cool. He could not believe this docile whore he had known for a few hours was behaving so restlessly.
As Hussain again started to lose his temper, Irfan nudged him to keep his calm, and said "Chal randi bol tujhe yeh sab karne k liye kitne paise chahiye?".
purva was glad that finally they started to talk about money. "Saheb, pura nanga naach rhi hu aur woh bhi sab k saamne, toh kam se kam ek gaane k liye 1000 rupayee toh lagenge".
Irfan let out a giggle sarcastically, and so did Hussain. "Ek gaane pe 1000 rupayee maang rahi hai tu? Loudi itne paise me tere jaise main 100 randiyon ko le aa sakta hu samjhi?", said Hussain.
"Achha saheb, toh thik hai toh unse hi karwa lo apna raandnaach", said purva showing a tinge of arrogance.
Just then, the most unexpected thing happened. Mushtaq slapped purva hard on purva's face that made everyone quiet for a moment.
"Bhosdi wali, pehle dhyaan se baat karna seekh bade logon se. Aur ek gaane pe nanga naachna k liye 1000 rupayee maang rahi hai tu? Mastanpur me apni ijjat kya samajh rakha hai tu ne? randi ki aulaad!", he shouted loudly as he started to slap purva hard on both her cheeks continuously before Irfan stopped him. "Arre Mushtaq ji, yeh kya kar rahe ho apni biwi k saath...control karo yaar...thik h randi hai toh paise maang rahi hai...uske liye kyun bechaari ko maar rahe ho", he said as Musthaq seemed to cool down.
purva certainly did not expect Mushtaq, her husband to slap her in front of Hussain and Irfan especially when the egos were running so high.
Mushtaq did not say anything, but it was clear that he was pissed off with purva's behaviour towards the problem and the way she was talking with Hussain, the sarpanch of the slums. He certainly did not expect purva to be so rebellious.
Getting faceslaps from her own husband in front of the men weakened purva's resolve as tears started to flow heavily from her eyes. Hussain smirked at purva's tears and took the opportunity to weaken her resolve even more "Randi kahin ki...ek toh besharam aurat hai aur upar se paise pooch rahi hai", he said as he spit on her face in front of both Mushtaq and Irfan. purva, not wanting to show her weakened resolve in front of the men, just hung her head down and she started sobbing. She did feel like she was being reasonable in asking money for service as the slum's naachraand, but once she received so many slaps from her husband, she decided to stay put. After all, she was a disciplined housewife.
Mushtaq still furious with purva's behaviour stood up and joined his hands together. "Hussain saheb mere randi k taraf se maafi mangta hu...main isse samjhaunga...aap nikal lijiye", he said.
Hussain nodded and got up, and so did Irfan. Hussain then said "Mushtaq teri randi ko aukaat me rakh...iski moonh se bass tera muth nikalni chahiye, awaaz nhi".
"Ji saheb", said Mushtaq, as Hussain and Irfan proceeded to leave. They threw one last glance before they left, at the naked purva who was by now in all tears. Irfan condescendingly said "Jaada nhi bolti toh rona nhi padta aise".
After they left Mushtaq closed the door and then came back to purva who was crying uncontrollably sitting on the bed. For a moment he did feel apologetic for his behaviour towards his whore even though he decided to reprimand her for her behaviour towards the sarpanch of the slums. Of course, now he was feeling sympathetic for purva having slapped her roughly so many times in front of those men. Sympathetically, he put his hand on purva's shoulder and immediately, purva shrugged herself forcing Mushtaq to withdraw his hand off of her. Still sobbing, she took the pillow off of the bed and placed it on the floor and slept on the ground all naked sobbing even more into the pillow. Of course, purva did not expect her husband to slap her and call her names in front of the men, and it seemed like she was more emotionally hurt than physically as her sobs seemed out of control now. Mushtaq, unsure of what to do and how to patch up things with purva, just sat on the bed looking at his nude whore lying on the ground crying loudly into the pillow.
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