09-08-2024, 10:02 PM
Risabh's eyes searched hers, and she knew he was looking for something. Desire? Trust? She gave him a cool smile, playing along. "What is it?" she repeated, her voice steady.
He leaned closer, the scent of his cologne enveloping her. "Let's go somewhere we can talk privately," he suggested, his voice a seductive whisper.
Her heart racing, Revathy allowed him to lead her to a quieter corner of the party. The room was a whirl of colors and sounds, but all she could focus on was the heat of his hand on her arm. When they were finally alone, he turned to face her, his eyes searching hers. "What's the real story behind that USB?" he asked, his voice low and urgent.
Revathy took a deep breath, the weight of the secret pressing down on her. "It's...complicated," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "But if we play our cards right, it could bring down a corrupt politician and change the course of our careers." She watched his face carefully, looking for any signs of doubt or betrayal.
Risabh's grip on her arm tightened. "I knew you had something up your sleeve," he murmured, his eyes glinting with excitement. "But what's in it for me?"
Revathy took a deep breath, the USB drive feeling like a grenade in her pocket. "If we expose this, you'll be seen as a hero," she said, her voice steady. "Someone who's not afraid to take down the corrupt, even if it's one of your own."
Risabh's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving hers. "And what about you, Revathy?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper. "What's in it for the beautiful journalist who brought this all to light?"
Her heart skipped a beat, but she kept her expression neutral. "The truth is my reward," she replied, her voice firm. "But if you're looking for something more...personal, I'm afraid you're barking up the wrong tree."
Risabh's smile didn't falter. "Oh, I think we understand each other perfectly, Revathy," he said, his voice a purr. "After all, we're both here to get what we want." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her cheek. "But let's not be naive. In this world, everyone has a price."
Her heart hammered in her chest, but she held her ground. "Not everyone, Risabh," she replied, her voice steady despite the tremble in her core. "Some of us are fighting for what's right."
Risabh chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "We all have our reasons, Revathy," he said, his hand moving to caress her cheek. "But let's not forget that in the end, we all want the same thing." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck. "And I think you know what I want."
Her mind raced. Did she dare to take this risk? The USB was her golden ticket, but could she pay the price? She took a deep breath and stepped back, her hand stilling his. "Let's stick to the deal, Risabh," she said, her voice firm but her heart racing. "The story comes first. After that, we'll see."
Risabh's smile was knowing, his eyes never leaving hers. "As you wish," he murmured, his hand dropping to his side. "But remember, the bigger the risk, the sweeter the reward."
The rest of the evening was a blur of forced smiles and meaningless chitchat. When it was time to leave, the storm had passed, leaving the air thick with humidity. As they posed for a group photo, Risabh pulled her closer, his hand sliding down to cup her ass firmly. Revathy's heart raced, but she kept her smile in place, aware of the camera's unblinking eye. She could feel the heat of his hand even through her clothes, his fingers digging into her flesh in a way that was both painful and exhilarating.
Other guests joined in for the picture, their laughter and chatter drowning out the sound of her own racing heart. As they leaned in closer, Risabh's hand remained on her, his grip tightening slightly. She knew she couldn't protest, not without giving away the game. So, she leaned into him, playing along as his thumb made slow, lazy circles on her skin. The flash of the camera was a strobe of reality, a stark reminder of the line she was treading.
When the photos were done, Risabh gave her ass one final squeeze before withdrawing his hand, his eyes holding hers as he whispered, "You're going to love the sweetener to our deal, Revathy." His words sent a thrill through her, a mix of fear and excitement. What was he planning? What had she gotten herself into?
revathy just smiled.
Revathy felt a twinge of annoyance when Alok joined the conversation, his voice cutting through the charged air like a knife. She had hoped to keep her husband out of this mess, but here he was, asking if they could leave. She looked at him, trying to convey with her eyes that she needed him to trust her. But before she could say anything, Risabh jumped in, his voice smooth as silk. "Ah, but the minister is on his way," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "Revathy wouldn't want to miss this chance, would she?"
Her heart sank as she realized that Risabh had just played his trump card. There was no way she could refuse to meet the minister, not if she wanted to keep her story on track. She forced a smile and nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's important that I stay," she said, her voice sounding strained even to her own ears. "You go ahead, Alok. I'll be fine."
Alok searched her eyes, looking for a hint of the truth she was hiding. He looked at Risabh with a mix of suspicion and jealousy before finally nodding. "Okay," he said, his voice tight. "But don't be too late." He leaned in to give her a peck on the cheek, his hand lingering for a moment before he turned and walked away, leaving her alone with the man who had just claimed ownership of her body and soul.
Revathy watched her husband leave, feeling a pang of guilt. She knew she was playing with fire, but the thrill of the chase was too potent to resist. As the door closed behind Alok, she turned to Risabh, her heart racing. "You're playing a dangerous game," she whispered, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.
Risabh's smile grew wider. "But it's a game you're winning, isn't it?" he said, his hand brushing against her arm. The touch sent a bolt of electricity through her, making her skin tingle. "The minister will be here any minute, and we have so much to discuss."
//
Back home, Alok was a mess of emotions. He was irritated and nervous, replaying the events of the party in his mind. The image of Risabh's hand on Revathy's ass haunted him, and the whispers of the other guests about their 'understood' relationship made his blood boil. Yet, he couldn't deny the twinge of arousal that accompanied his jealousy. He felt guilty for his thoughts and was embarrassed by his own reaction.
"I'm on my way home," she replied, her voice sounding strained. "I just left the party."
Alok felt a wave of relief wash over him. "But why didn't you answer earlier?" he asked, trying to keep the accusation out of his tone.
"The signal was bad," she said, her voice weary. "But I'm leaving now. I'll be home in 30 minutes. Make sure the door is unlocked."
Alok ended the call, his mind racing with a naughty thought. Was she really leaving the party, or was she with Risabh, their bodies entangled in a passionate embrace? He couldn't shake the image of her dressed in that tight dress, her curves on full display for all to see. The way she had looked at him earlier, with a glint in her eye, had set his imagination on fire. Had she been hinting at something? Or was he just being paranoid?
As he waited for her to return, he couldn't help but wonder what Revathy was up to. The thought of her with another man made his stomach churn, but at the same time, his cock twitched in his pants. He had always known she was desirable, but the idea of her being desired by someone else was both infuriating and strangely arousing. He tried to push the thoughts away, focusing on the TV instead, but his mind kept drifting back to the party, to the way she had looked at him.
When he heard the soft click of the door, he looked up, expecting to see her rushing in, eager to explain herself. Instead, she entered silently, closing the door with a gentle nudge. She was still dressed in the same clingy dress, her hair slightly disheveled, but it was the look on her face that stopped him cold. Her eyes were downcast, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. He knew immediately that she didn't want him to see her like this.
Revathy tiptoed through the living room, trying her best to avoid the creaks in the floorboards. She knew the neighbors were light sleepers, and she didn't want to give them any juicy gossip to chew on. Her mind was racing, trying to come up with a plausible excuse for her late return and the state of her dress. She had hoped to sneak into the bedroom without waking Arun, but the sound of his footsteps on the stairs stopped her in her tracks.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she saw the silhouette of her son, his eyes wide with sleepiness and curiosity. "Mom?" he called out, his voice small and scared. "Is everything okay?"
Revathy took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Everything's fine, sweetie," she said, her voice soothing. "I just had some extra work to do. You go back to bed." She leaned down to kiss his forehead, her hand lingering on his cheek. "I love you."
Arun nodded sleepily and turned to go back to his room. As he disappeared upstairs, Revathy let out a sigh of relief and turned to face Alok. She could see the question in his eyes, the anger barely contained. She took a step closer, her body swaying slightly. "I missed you," she murmured, reaching up to kiss him.
Alok's arms wrapped around her, his hands resting on her waist. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her dress, and for a moment, his suspicion gave way to desire. But as his hand slipped down to her ass, the reality of the situation crashed down on him. He pushed her away gently, his eyes searching hers. "What's going on, Revathy?" he asked, his voice tight with tension.
Revathy knew she had to act fast. She leaned in, her breath hot against his neck. "It's nothing, darling," she whispered, her voice slurred slightly from the alcohol. "Just a long night of work. Let's go to bed."
Her hand slid down to his crotch, caressing him through his pants. "I missed you so much," she purred, her words dripping with honeyed sweetness. "Let me show you how much."
Alok's resolve wavered, his body responding to her touch despite his racing thoughts. He knew he should be mad, but the allure of her was too strong. He nodded, allowing her to lead him to their bedroom.
But as soon as she stepped away to use the washroom, he couldn't help himself. Her phone lay on the bedside table, the screen illuminating the darkness. He reached for it, his heart pounding. The message from Risabh was clear and unmistakable: "You're mine tonight, Revathy. I can't wait to taste your sweet victory."
He opened the attachments with trembling hands, and what he saw made his blood boil. Five photos of his wife with that snake. In each one, she was dressed more provocatively than the last, leaning into Risabh in a way that spoke of more than just friendship. The first three were of them at the party, their bodies close, their smiles too intimate for comfort. But it was the last two that sent a jolt of pure rage through him.
The fourth photo was a selfie, their faces so close that their cheeks were almost touching. Revathy's breasts were pushed up against Risabh's chest, and she had her hand raised in a peace sign. But it was the way her fingers spread, exposing every delicate fold of her silky armpit, that sent a shot of possessiveness through Alok. That was his territory, his to cherish and enjoy. Not for some greasy, lecherous pig to ogle.
The fifth and final picture was even more damning. It was clear Revathy was sitting on Risabh's lap, her legs dbangd over his thighs like she had every right to be there. His arms were around her waist, and their faces were flushed with drink and desire. The sight of it made Alok's stomach turn, his hands shaking with a mix of anger and betrayal.
He leaned closer, the scent of his cologne enveloping her. "Let's go somewhere we can talk privately," he suggested, his voice a seductive whisper.
Her heart racing, Revathy allowed him to lead her to a quieter corner of the party. The room was a whirl of colors and sounds, but all she could focus on was the heat of his hand on her arm. When they were finally alone, he turned to face her, his eyes searching hers. "What's the real story behind that USB?" he asked, his voice low and urgent.
Revathy took a deep breath, the weight of the secret pressing down on her. "It's...complicated," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "But if we play our cards right, it could bring down a corrupt politician and change the course of our careers." She watched his face carefully, looking for any signs of doubt or betrayal.
Risabh's grip on her arm tightened. "I knew you had something up your sleeve," he murmured, his eyes glinting with excitement. "But what's in it for me?"
Revathy took a deep breath, the USB drive feeling like a grenade in her pocket. "If we expose this, you'll be seen as a hero," she said, her voice steady. "Someone who's not afraid to take down the corrupt, even if it's one of your own."
Risabh's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving hers. "And what about you, Revathy?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper. "What's in it for the beautiful journalist who brought this all to light?"
Her heart skipped a beat, but she kept her expression neutral. "The truth is my reward," she replied, her voice firm. "But if you're looking for something more...personal, I'm afraid you're barking up the wrong tree."
Risabh's smile didn't falter. "Oh, I think we understand each other perfectly, Revathy," he said, his voice a purr. "After all, we're both here to get what we want." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her cheek. "But let's not be naive. In this world, everyone has a price."
Her heart hammered in her chest, but she held her ground. "Not everyone, Risabh," she replied, her voice steady despite the tremble in her core. "Some of us are fighting for what's right."
Risabh chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "We all have our reasons, Revathy," he said, his hand moving to caress her cheek. "But let's not forget that in the end, we all want the same thing." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck. "And I think you know what I want."
Her mind raced. Did she dare to take this risk? The USB was her golden ticket, but could she pay the price? She took a deep breath and stepped back, her hand stilling his. "Let's stick to the deal, Risabh," she said, her voice firm but her heart racing. "The story comes first. After that, we'll see."
Risabh's smile was knowing, his eyes never leaving hers. "As you wish," he murmured, his hand dropping to his side. "But remember, the bigger the risk, the sweeter the reward."
The rest of the evening was a blur of forced smiles and meaningless chitchat. When it was time to leave, the storm had passed, leaving the air thick with humidity. As they posed for a group photo, Risabh pulled her closer, his hand sliding down to cup her ass firmly. Revathy's heart raced, but she kept her smile in place, aware of the camera's unblinking eye. She could feel the heat of his hand even through her clothes, his fingers digging into her flesh in a way that was both painful and exhilarating.
Other guests joined in for the picture, their laughter and chatter drowning out the sound of her own racing heart. As they leaned in closer, Risabh's hand remained on her, his grip tightening slightly. She knew she couldn't protest, not without giving away the game. So, she leaned into him, playing along as his thumb made slow, lazy circles on her skin. The flash of the camera was a strobe of reality, a stark reminder of the line she was treading.
When the photos were done, Risabh gave her ass one final squeeze before withdrawing his hand, his eyes holding hers as he whispered, "You're going to love the sweetener to our deal, Revathy." His words sent a thrill through her, a mix of fear and excitement. What was he planning? What had she gotten herself into?
revathy just smiled.
Revathy felt a twinge of annoyance when Alok joined the conversation, his voice cutting through the charged air like a knife. She had hoped to keep her husband out of this mess, but here he was, asking if they could leave. She looked at him, trying to convey with her eyes that she needed him to trust her. But before she could say anything, Risabh jumped in, his voice smooth as silk. "Ah, but the minister is on his way," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "Revathy wouldn't want to miss this chance, would she?"
Her heart sank as she realized that Risabh had just played his trump card. There was no way she could refuse to meet the minister, not if she wanted to keep her story on track. She forced a smile and nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's important that I stay," she said, her voice sounding strained even to her own ears. "You go ahead, Alok. I'll be fine."
Alok searched her eyes, looking for a hint of the truth she was hiding. He looked at Risabh with a mix of suspicion and jealousy before finally nodding. "Okay," he said, his voice tight. "But don't be too late." He leaned in to give her a peck on the cheek, his hand lingering for a moment before he turned and walked away, leaving her alone with the man who had just claimed ownership of her body and soul.
Revathy watched her husband leave, feeling a pang of guilt. She knew she was playing with fire, but the thrill of the chase was too potent to resist. As the door closed behind Alok, she turned to Risabh, her heart racing. "You're playing a dangerous game," she whispered, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.
Risabh's smile grew wider. "But it's a game you're winning, isn't it?" he said, his hand brushing against her arm. The touch sent a bolt of electricity through her, making her skin tingle. "The minister will be here any minute, and we have so much to discuss."
//
Back home, Alok was a mess of emotions. He was irritated and nervous, replaying the events of the party in his mind. The image of Risabh's hand on Revathy's ass haunted him, and the whispers of the other guests about their 'understood' relationship made his blood boil. Yet, he couldn't deny the twinge of arousal that accompanied his jealousy. He felt guilty for his thoughts and was embarrassed by his own reaction.
"I'm on my way home," she replied, her voice sounding strained. "I just left the party."
Alok felt a wave of relief wash over him. "But why didn't you answer earlier?" he asked, trying to keep the accusation out of his tone.
"The signal was bad," she said, her voice weary. "But I'm leaving now. I'll be home in 30 minutes. Make sure the door is unlocked."
Alok ended the call, his mind racing with a naughty thought. Was she really leaving the party, or was she with Risabh, their bodies entangled in a passionate embrace? He couldn't shake the image of her dressed in that tight dress, her curves on full display for all to see. The way she had looked at him earlier, with a glint in her eye, had set his imagination on fire. Had she been hinting at something? Or was he just being paranoid?
As he waited for her to return, he couldn't help but wonder what Revathy was up to. The thought of her with another man made his stomach churn, but at the same time, his cock twitched in his pants. He had always known she was desirable, but the idea of her being desired by someone else was both infuriating and strangely arousing. He tried to push the thoughts away, focusing on the TV instead, but his mind kept drifting back to the party, to the way she had looked at him.
When he heard the soft click of the door, he looked up, expecting to see her rushing in, eager to explain herself. Instead, she entered silently, closing the door with a gentle nudge. She was still dressed in the same clingy dress, her hair slightly disheveled, but it was the look on her face that stopped him cold. Her eyes were downcast, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. He knew immediately that she didn't want him to see her like this.
Revathy tiptoed through the living room, trying her best to avoid the creaks in the floorboards. She knew the neighbors were light sleepers, and she didn't want to give them any juicy gossip to chew on. Her mind was racing, trying to come up with a plausible excuse for her late return and the state of her dress. She had hoped to sneak into the bedroom without waking Arun, but the sound of his footsteps on the stairs stopped her in her tracks.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she saw the silhouette of her son, his eyes wide with sleepiness and curiosity. "Mom?" he called out, his voice small and scared. "Is everything okay?"
Revathy took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Everything's fine, sweetie," she said, her voice soothing. "I just had some extra work to do. You go back to bed." She leaned down to kiss his forehead, her hand lingering on his cheek. "I love you."
Arun nodded sleepily and turned to go back to his room. As he disappeared upstairs, Revathy let out a sigh of relief and turned to face Alok. She could see the question in his eyes, the anger barely contained. She took a step closer, her body swaying slightly. "I missed you," she murmured, reaching up to kiss him.
Alok's arms wrapped around her, his hands resting on her waist. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her dress, and for a moment, his suspicion gave way to desire. But as his hand slipped down to her ass, the reality of the situation crashed down on him. He pushed her away gently, his eyes searching hers. "What's going on, Revathy?" he asked, his voice tight with tension.
Revathy knew she had to act fast. She leaned in, her breath hot against his neck. "It's nothing, darling," she whispered, her voice slurred slightly from the alcohol. "Just a long night of work. Let's go to bed."
Her hand slid down to his crotch, caressing him through his pants. "I missed you so much," she purred, her words dripping with honeyed sweetness. "Let me show you how much."
Alok's resolve wavered, his body responding to her touch despite his racing thoughts. He knew he should be mad, but the allure of her was too strong. He nodded, allowing her to lead him to their bedroom.
But as soon as she stepped away to use the washroom, he couldn't help himself. Her phone lay on the bedside table, the screen illuminating the darkness. He reached for it, his heart pounding. The message from Risabh was clear and unmistakable: "You're mine tonight, Revathy. I can't wait to taste your sweet victory."
He opened the attachments with trembling hands, and what he saw made his blood boil. Five photos of his wife with that snake. In each one, she was dressed more provocatively than the last, leaning into Risabh in a way that spoke of more than just friendship. The first three were of them at the party, their bodies close, their smiles too intimate for comfort. But it was the last two that sent a jolt of pure rage through him.
The fourth photo was a selfie, their faces so close that their cheeks were almost touching. Revathy's breasts were pushed up against Risabh's chest, and she had her hand raised in a peace sign. But it was the way her fingers spread, exposing every delicate fold of her silky armpit, that sent a shot of possessiveness through Alok. That was his territory, his to cherish and enjoy. Not for some greasy, lecherous pig to ogle.
The fifth and final picture was even more damning. It was clear Revathy was sitting on Risabh's lap, her legs dbangd over his thighs like she had every right to be there. His arms were around her waist, and their faces were flushed with drink and desire. The sight of it made Alok's stomach turn, his hands shaking with a mix of anger and betrayal.
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