Adultery The Rural Posting: Shipra's ordeal.

[maharsha25]

Chapter 16: Flight or Fight: Part 1

"You shouldn't have gone so far, Chetan. Alok is a good guy, and I’ve met his wife—she’s a very nice lady, not like that loose character girlfriend of yours," Vaibhav spoke, his voice tinged with a mix of disappointment and concern.

It was well past midnight. Alok had left for home right after he failed to contact Shipra. The remaining duo, Vaibhav and Chetan, were a little more sober now, the alcohol-induced haze starting to lift.

"Oh, come on, Vaibhav bro, you were enjoying our little banter as well. Anyways, it serves him right. You heard how that big mouth kept boasting about his superior relationship and his control over his wife, like we all are trash. And I haven't said anything wrong. You’re not in a relationship, Vaibhav. You don't know how cunning and deceptive these modern girls are," Chetan said, taking a big puff of his cigarette and exhaling slowly, the smoke curling around his face in the dim light.

"You are generalizing all women based on your bad experience. I hope he doesn't remember your twisted words by morning, causing another argument between them," Vaibhav said, a hint of concern creeping into his voice.

"So, they are already having arguments, and she didn't reply to his text or call late at night. Vaibhav bro, she doesn't seem to be such a nice lady," Chetan retorted, giving a sly smile as he handed the cigarette over to Vaibhav.

Vaibhav sighed deeply, taking the cigarette but not immediately taking a puff. "Alok was right. All that porn has corrupted your mind. You need to leave all those dirty Telegram groups and stop reading those perverted sex stories, man."

Chetan's demeanor shifted, becoming more serious. "It's not all in my head man, believe me when I tell you, Vaibhav. Those dirty Telegram groups are filled with more videos of real-life committed women than those of pornstars. And most of the women in them are married."

Vaibhav looked at Chetan, his expression a mix of disbelief and sadness. "That doesn't mean all women are like that, Chetan. You can't judge everyone based on a few bad apples."

"Whatever man, I had enough of this city, I'll be heading back to my village this weekend. May be I'll find some peace there." Chetan said, his tone heavy with resignation.

"Yeah, I think you need a break. It will do you good. Don't worry, you'll find a nice girl soon," Vaibhav said, patting Chetan's back comfortingly. "I always forget the name of your village, though. What was it again? Maybe I'll visit you there sometime," he said, genuinely curious.

"Anytime bro, you are always welcome. And it's not a village" Chetan replied with a welcoming smile. "It's a small town named Amruj. A..M..R..U..J."

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Around 7'o' clock.

Shipra ascended to the first floor with determined steps, her mind resolute and focused. The decision she had made on her way back was clear, and she knew the first person she needed to address was Namrata. Shipra hoped Namrata would understand the gravity of her situation and choose to sever her ties with Patode, allowing Shipra to maintain a strictly professional relationship with him. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the upcoming conversation.

The corridor was quiet, the soft hum of the evening settling in, but Shipra's thoughts were anything but calm. Each step echoed her resolve, as she replayed the conversation she was about to have. She couldn't afford to waste a single minute. Arriving at Namrata's door, Shipra paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts and summoning the courage she needed. As Shipra raised her hand to knock on Namrata's door, she was startled by the sound of muffled noises, like someone choking, coming from inside. With her heart racing with concern, she pushed the door, relieved to find it unlocked.

The sight that met Shipra's eyes froze her in place at the threshold of the door, her breath caught in her throat. Her initial shock gave way to a mix of horror and disbelief as she took in the scene before her. All her meticulously crafted strategies and plans to tackle Namrata evaporated in an instant. Namrata was on her knees, hunched over in front of the wooden study chair. Her head rhythmically bobbing up and down, producing obscene, muffled gagging and slurping sounds that filled the room.

Patode sat in the chair, his trousers and underwear bunched around his legs, receiving a blowjob from Namrata. His left hand was gripping a handful of Namrata's long hair tightly, pushing her head down. His eyes were closed in a mixture of pleasure and control as he thrust his cock into her mouth with a relentless rhythm. His right hand wandered over her body, roughly cupping and squeezing one of her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra.

Namrata was clad in a white bra, its straps pulled to the sides, causing her heavy breasts to nearly spill out of the cups. Her round, soft ass jutted out, barely covered by a flimsy white cotton panty that had ridden up into her ass crack, giving the impression she was almost naked from the waist down. One of her hands was occupied in pleasuring Patode's large sack, while the other was inside her panty, pleasuring herself.

Shipra's was in shock and disbelief, her mind struggling to process the scene unfolding before her. In her dazed state, she failed to notice Patode's eyes lock onto her, a sinister smile spreading across his face. He increased his pace, bucking his hips and driving his cock balls-deep into Namrata's mouth, eliciting muffled sounds of discomfort from her.

"Care to join us, madam?" Patode's voice oozed with arrogance and a sleazy undertone, his words dripping with an unmistakable predatory intent. His eyes roved over Shipra's body, moving slowly from her face down to her feet, lingering on her curves. "I would love to ruin that beautiful saree of yours," he added with a smirk, his gaze never wavering.

Shipra's mind was too preoccupied with processing the extremely sensual, graphic scene unfolding before her to notice Patode's comment. The highly unexpected event had paralyzed her in the moment.

Patode eased his grip on Namrata's head, allowing her to gasp for air. She took in a sharp breath, her chest heaving as she pulled back, her lips parting from the thick length of Patode's cock. A strangled cough escaped her, followed by wheezing breaths as she struggled to regain composure. A thick strand of saliva connected her thoroughly disheveled mouth to the tip of the cock's bulbous head, shimmering obscenely in the light. Namrata was a picture of degradation, her face a mess of smeared makeup and saliva. She drooled heavily, a mixture of Patode's precum and her own saliva forming an obscene cocktail that dribbled from her lips.

Shipra couldn't believe her eyes. Her mind raced, caught between the urge to flee and the fear of what might happen to Namrata if she did. Concern gripped her heart as she questioned the consent involved in Namrata's rough manhandling by Patode. Every instinct screamed at her to intervene, to ensure her friend was truly okay with what was happening. She made her way towards Namrata, her steps slow and hesitant, but driven by a deep-seated worry for her well-being.

Without an ounce of concern, Patode grabbed a fistful of Namrata's hair again, yanking her head back and turning her around with a swift, rough motion. Namrata gasped at the sudden movement, her body following the direction of his pull as she was repositioned. Namrata was now facing Shipra, her head at the level of Patode's knees. The quick and forceful maneuver caused her swollen breasts to spill out of her bra, the motion making them bounce as she breathed heavily. She sat on her ass, her thighs parted wide, her eyes locked onto Shipra's. Patode pulled her head back and gave her left cheek a gentle slap with his glistening wet cock. A sly smile curved her lips as she maintained her gaze on Shipra. The expression was filled with a provocative challenge, daring Shipra to comprehend the depths of her pleasure and complicity. Namrata stuck her tongue out, the pink tip flicking teasingly at the head of Patode's cock before she began to lick his magnificent shaft with deliberate, sensual strokes.

Shipra was halted in her tracks, her mind reeling as she processed the consensual involvement of Namrata in this deranged and dominating act orchestrated by Patode. She saw the glimmer of enjoyment and the eager participation in Namrata's eyes. The realization hit her like a tidal wave, overwhelming her with a mix of emotions she could barely untangle.

While Shipra struggle to act, Patode leaned forward from his chair, his right hand slowly making its way downward, inching toward Namrata's most intimate area. He gently pulled her panties aside, revealing her wet, leaking cunt. Rubbing her slit gently, he parted her pussy lips before slipping two fingers inside in a fluid motion, eliciting a sharp moan from Namrata.

"Ahh... fuckkk," Namrata bit her lips as she raised her hips, offering Patode easier access to her throbbing cunt.

The room was filled with sexual tension and the scent of arousal. Patode's fingers moved rhythmically inside Namrata, his thumb circling her clit in slow, deliberate motions. Namrata's moans grew louder, her hips bucking slightly against his hand as he brought her closer to the edge. The wet, slick sounds of his fingers plunging into her filled the air, mingling with her increasingly desperate cries.

"Ohhh... god... Patode, that's it... that's it," she panted, her voice trembling with the intensity of her building orgasm. Her body rocked up and down, her back arching and her breasts swaying with each thrust of his fingers. Namrata's hands feverishly stroked Patode's cock, her grip tightening as she neared the brink of ecstasy. "Ah, uh, mhmm, uhhh," she cried out, her voice raw with pleasure. Her body quivered, each wave of sensation crashing through her, pushing her closer and closer to release.

Her eyes never left Shipra's, silently teasing her with the pleasure she was experiencing.  Namrata's expression was a complex mix of sensuality and emotions. The physical pleasure was evident in her flushed cheeks, squirming body and her parted lips. With a sly smile playing on her mouth as she licked and stroked Patode's cock, and the intense, almost conspiratorial eye contact she maintained with Shipra. It was as if she were saying, "See what I'm doing? See how much I'm enjoying it? What will you do now? Why don't you come and join us?"

As she observed raw action just inches away from Namrata, Shipra's heart pounded in her chest. The raw intensity of Namrata's actions, combined with the unyielding dominance of Patode, created a dynamic that was both compelling and unsettling. 

Namrata's moans escalated into a crescendo of pleasure. "Yes... yes...UmmmgghhhhPatode, I am cummmingggg... Ahhhhhhhhh..." she screamed, her body trembling with the force of her shattering orgasm. She lifted her hips upward, suspending herself in mid-air, supported by her legs. Patode's thick fingers withdrew from her love hole, only to be placed by on her clit, rubbing it furiously.

Namrata's swollen pussy responded almost immediately, squirting as waves of orgasmic bliss crashed over her. Thick streams of her love juice began to erupt from her flared cunt, the first few hitting Shipra's saree below her navel. Shipra stood there, frozen in sheer disbelief and amazement, watching as the scene unfolded before her. She had only ever seen women squirting in porn videos and could hardly believe it was happening to her best friend right in front of her. The sight was mesmerizing: Namrata's body arching and jerking with each pulse of pleasure, her juices spraying in rhythmic spurts.

Patode's hand didn't relent, his fingers working Namrata's clit with relentless precision. Each stroke elicited a fresh wave of moans from Namrata, her body quivering as she rode the crest of her climax. Her thighs trembled, her muscles straining to maintain her elevated position, but the sheer ecstasy she was experiencing seemed to lend her an almost superhuman strength.

The sensation of wetness from Namrata's squirted juices splashed against her saree, startled Shipra out of her daze. She looked down to find the fabric clinging to her skin, damp with the evidence of Namrata's intense orgasm. A pool of her friend's love juices had formed at her feet, glistening on the floor.As she raised her eyes, she saw Namrata's climax finally beginning to ebb. Her screams tapered off into breathless moans, and her body gradually lowered itself back into Patode's embrace. He scooped her up effortlessly, his arms strong and sure as he carried her exhausted frame to the bed, gently laying her down.

Without a word, Patode reached out and grabbed Shipra's hand, his touch firm and unyielding. "Let us continue from where we left on Sunday," he whispered, his voice a low, commanding murmur. Shipra was taken aback by his sudden action, her mind reeling with confusion and surprise. Before she could muster a response, Patode pulled her toward him. His other hand found her waist, his grip strong as he pressed her body against his.

Patode's lips descended on hers with a fierce intensity, the kiss a potent blend of dominance and desire. Shipra felt his hand tighten around her waist, drawing her even closer. Shipra's tried to retaliate with her hands pushing him but her action failed against his raw strength. And the kiss deepened, Patode's tongue traced the seam of her lips before pushed its way inside, seeking and exploring her mouth. Shipra's senses were flooded with the taste of him, a heady mix of masculinity and something darker, more intoxicating. She couldn't break free and felt helpless. Patode was not letting up, his hand on her waist slid lower, tracing the curve of her hip before grabbing her curvy ass. His fingers dug between her ass cheeks, rubbing the intimate area between her butt hole and her pussy. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through her, igniting a fire in her belly. She felt completely violated and, in an effort to break free, bit Patode's lips, making him wince in pain and pull away from her.

"Ahhh... damn, you bit me," Patode cursed, withdrawing, a trickle of blood appearing on his lower lips. Before he could turn his attention back to Shipra, a sharp, stinging pain erupted across his left cheek as Shipra delivered a heavy slap right across his face.

"How dare you, Patode! Have you lost your mind?" Shipra raged, her voice trembling with fury and embarrassment, her eyes become watery. "You're forgetting your limits, Patode. I warned you this morning to keep our relationship strictly professional."

Patode caressed his stinging cheek, his expression slowly shifting from shock to a shameless smile. He licked the blood from his lips, a sinister glint in his eyes. "And I told you to leave your mangalsutra behind if you wanted some fun on the side," Patode retorted, licking the blood from his lips. "Yet here you are, enjoying our fuck session again just like last Sunday. Why don't you remove your mangalsutra and surrender yourself to pleasure just like Namrata?"

"Is this all a game to you? What happened last Sunday was a mistake, a serious error on my part. But let me be clear—because of that mistake, I’m not going to report you for sexual harassment for your disgusting behavior right now. And I am not here to enjoy your depraved fuck session. I came to talk to Namrata and stayed to ensure that she was a consensual partner in all this." Shipra shouted, her voice echoing with indignation.

"Quit fooling yourself, Shipra." Patode ignored her warning, "You stayed because you couldn't control your urge to witness the magic of my nine inch tool. How it gave your friend orgasm after orgasm like you have never witnessed before." Patode grinned, his eyes gleaming with arrogance. He made his cock twitch, causing a visible, vertical movement that drew Shipra's gaze involuntarily. "Look how excited it is to see you. Last time, you denied it the warmth of your pussy." Patode made his way to the bed and sat down, his cock fully erect and glistening with Namrata's saliva. The sight was almost hypnotic, a testament to his dominance and the raw sexual energy he exuded. "Now, don't tease it any longer. Lift your saree, drop your panties, and let me drive all nine inches of my meaty rod into your married little cunt. You saw what I did to Namrata; I promise I'll make your pussy squirt even harder."

"Shut up Patode!!!, enough of your nonsense. Get yourself dressed and leave right now." Shipra glared at Patode, her mind raced, a maelstrom of conflicting emotions threatening to overwhelm her. The audacity of Patode's words, the sheer arrogance, made her blood boil with anger. Yet, despite her fury, she felt an itch between her legs, a tingling sensation that she couldn't ignore. In stark contrast to the turmoil in her mind, her body was responding to Patode's vulgar words.  Her mouth became dry, and her fingers twitched, yearning to scratch that arousing itch in her cooch. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to subdue the sensation, but it only made things worse, intensifying the tingling. The urge to touch herself almost unbearable. The heat between her legs intensified, her wetness growing with each passing second. She could feel her arousal seeping through her panties, a damning evidence of her body's betrayal.

Patode's eyes never left her, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he watched her inner struggle. "I'll leave right away just admit that you're aroused and desperate for a nice fuck from me."

"In your dreams, Patode. I'll never be attracted to an arrogant and cocky guy like you," Shipra sneered, turning her face away in defiance.

Patode chuckled, a dark amusement glinting in his eyes. "Haha...tell that to your nipples," he said, pointing at her blouse.

Shipra's face turned red as she looked down, finding her nipples hardened pressing against the fabric of her blouse. Embarrassed, she swiftly covered her bosom with her saree, avoiding eye contact with Patode.

"I can see it in your eyes, Shipra," he said with, his voice a low, taunting murmur. "You've experienced a bigger cock before, haven't you? That too of someone other than your husband, I can tell by experience.  You know exactly how it feels to be stretched and filled to the brim. No women can forget the pure, unadulterated bliss of cumming again and again on a thick long cock, getting rammed repeatedly in every conceivable position and the sheer pleasure of getting your thirsty holes filled completely with hot jizz of your lover. The way you were eyeing my dick. It's clear you're missing that intense experience. It must have been ages since you felt that kind of rush, since your marriage with Alok has left you unsatisfied. Your body is betraying you, craving the kind of pleasure you haven't felt in far too long hasn't it?

It was clear that Patode had coerced all the intimate details about Shipra from Namrata, learning everything about her dalliances with her ex, Viresh, and her sexual frustration with her husband, Alok. He knew precisely where to strike, using every bit of knowledge to his advantage. After that slap by Shipra, Patode was now adamant on breaking Shipra, determined to push her boundaries and shatter her resolve. His eyes gleamed with a sinister satisfaction, knowing he had the upper hand. His words dripped with sleaze, hitting Shipra like a physical blow. Her anger flared, but so did an undeniable heat between her legs. She hated how accurately he read her, the way he exposed her deepest, most shameful desires.

"Just admit it, Shipra," Patode pressed, remaining still and deliberate, carefully maintaining the psychological grip he had over her. "I bet you're soaking wet and can't stop thinking about it. How good it felt to be completely filled, stretched wide around a cock that really knows how to fuck. Your little cunt is probably throbbing right now, begging for that same treatment. You want it rough, don’t you? You want to be used, fucked hard until you can't think straight."

Shipra's breath hitched, her body betraying her with every word he spoke. She tried to maintain her composure, but her arousal was becoming impossible to hide.

"You can pretend all you want," Patode went on, his tone even more lewd. "But I can see through your facade. You want to touch yourself don't you? I can practically smell your arousal from here. You can feel it, can't you? That itch, that unbearable need to be filled. Your fingers aren't enough, are they? You need something bigger, something that can really satisfy you. And you know I'm the only one who can give you that.

"I've had enough of your bullshit, Patode," Shipra snapped, her voice edged with fury. Her fists were clenched tightly at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she struggled against the overpowering urge to give in to his provocations. "Just because I had a moment of weakness last Sunday, you think you can judge me? You are utterly pathetic." She glared at him with a mixture of anger and disgust, her heart pounding with a mixture of rage and humiliation. She hated how he had manipulated her, how he had managed to make her feel so vulnerable and exposed. The thought of reliving the degradation from Sunday was unbearable. Determined to avoid falling into the same trap, Shipra turned on her heel and stormed off towards her room. The weight of her emotions was almost too much to bear as she slammed the door behind her, desperately trying to reclaim her sense of self.

Shipra was seething with rage at Patode's behavior. Every fiber of her being wanted to lash out, to slap him again and report him for treating her with such contempt and disrespect. However, she found herself unable to act on her anger for two reasons. Firstly, deep down, she knew she needed his assistance not only for the investigation, which she had undertaken as her moral responsibility, but also for the campaign work that had been assigned to her as a coordinator. His involvement was crucial, and she couldn’t afford to jeopardize that.

Secondly, despite her fury, Patode's words struck a nerve. His crude remarks, though offensive, had an unsettling ring of truth. They exposed a raw, uncomfortable reality about her suppressed desires. No matter how much she despised her ex, Viresh, the sex she had with him had been the most intense and fulfilling of her life. Her body still remembered the height of  pleasure his large cock use to give her and often yearned for that same satisfaction, especially when left unfulfilled by the occasional and mediocre sex with her husband, Alok.

Patode's lewd and vulgar comments had unearthed a buried part of her psyche, revealing a deep-seated craving that she could not easily ignore. Shipra's body betrayed her, reacting to the memories and desires she had tried to suppress. The internal conflict between her anger and her longing left her feeling both furious and vulnerable.

She locked her room and sat on the edge of her bed, fuming, struggling to calm herself as conflicting emotions surged within her. Patode's lewd kiss and the lingering sensation of Namrata's juices on her saree were unbearable reminders of the degrading scene she had just witnessed. In a fit of frustration and disgust, she began to undress with hurried, agitated movements. She yanked the saree along with her skirt and blouse from her body and tossed it onto the bed with a mixture of anger and disgust.  Within moments, she stripped down to her matching skin-colored undergarments.

As she stood in the middle of the room, the truth she couldn't bring herself to accept stared right back at her, reflected in the mirror of the dressing table. Her panties were visibly damp, a wet patch forming at her crotch, stark evidence of her unwanted desire. Patode's lewd but true words echoed in her mind, and she felt a wave of shame wash over her. With trembling hands, she stretched the waistband of her underwear from the front and peeked inside. The sight that met her eyes was mortifying: the small patch of pubic hair and her slit were completely smeared with the sticky discharge of her arousal. There was no denying it, her body had betrayed her. She immediately peeled her underwear off and threw it on the bed.

She stood there, conflicted and humiliated, unable to reconcile her physical reaction with the anger and revulsion she felt. Tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered the immoral act of last Sunday. She had never imagined that she would find herself in a similar situation again. Yet here she was, kissed, groped, humiliated by Patode and worst of all, her body seemed to revel in this corrupt sensation. She struggled to comprehend her feelings, her mind a whirlpool of confusion and self-doubt.The cruel possibility that Patode might be right gnawed at her. Maybe she did crave the sexual bliss of being taken by a man with a bigger cock. Maybe her body longed to be dominated by someone like Patode. Perhaps she wasn't truly satisfied with Alok, neither mentally nor physically. These thoughts, abhorrent and treacherous, began to take root in her mind.

She stumbled to the edge of the bed, her legs barely able to support her under the weight of her inner turmoil. Sitting down, she buried her face in her hands, fingers clutching her hair as if to pull out the confusion by the roots. The room around her faded into a blur, her senses overwhelmed by the conflict raging within her. A sharp notification of her phone broke the silence of the room. Shipra didn't feel the urge to check the phone but in hope to find a message from Alok she picked up the phone. There were several unchecked notifications and the latest one was from Sanju.

Sanju : "Madam, please have a talk with Mr. Patode. His assurance is crucial in convincing the women to come forward. And thank you for your efforts. We all are very grateful. You are our final hope."

Shipra felt a mix of emotions as she read the message. On one hand, she took pride in being a source of hope for the exploited women. On the other, the pressure of seeking help from Patode, who had caused her such turmoil, disgusted her to her core. She didn't reply, instead she was about to set her phone aside in an attempt to calm herself when another notification caught her eyes - a Facebook tag from Vaibhav. Curious, she opened it to find a picture of Vaibhav, Alok, and one other guy, all of them drinking and clearly having a good time. The sight of Alok, looking carefree and happy just hours after their argument, made Shipra's self-loathing turn into a frustrating anger. Her hands clenched around the phone as she stared at the image. How could Alok be out enjoying himself when she was here, drowning in confusion and emotional pain? The unfairness of it all hit her like a wave, adding fuel to the fire of her anger.

She threw her phone on the bed in a fit of anger. She wondered why the two most close people in her life, Alok and Namrata, were causing her so much stress and pain. With Namrata completely under the spell of Patode's sexual dominance and Patode relentlessly pushing boundaries with his sleazy advances, Shipra felt utterly powerless. But what stung even more was Alok's apathy. He had always been her rock, the one person she could rely on without question. Now, when she needed him the most, he was distant, unresponsive, leaving her to face this storm alone.

The stakes were unbearably high. Shipra's professional life was in turmoil. Without Patode's cooperation, not only her campaign work was doomed to fail but also the chances of getting the  government fund of Rs. 5.00 crore from Zilla Parishad, which he was instrumental in securing, was also in  jeopardy. Failing in both the above ventures would impact negativity in upcoming promotion.

On top of everything else, there was the investigation work which despite all her relentless efforts, it had come to a frustrating standstill. The women she needed to speak up were too scared, too threatened, to come forward. If she wanted to continue this vital work, she would once again need Patode's involvement. His influence and resourcefulness were crucial in persuading the village women to break their silence and share their stories. Without their testimony, the investigation would go nowhere, and any hope of justice would be lost. This investigation wasn't just about uncovering the truth—it was about justice, about standing up for women who had been silenced for too long. Walking away from it would feel like betraying not only them but also everything she believed in. The pressure was immense, an overwhelming force that threatened to crush her under its weight.

It was one of those pivotal moments where everything in Shipra's life seemed to hang in a precarious balance, a fragile tipping point between completely breaking down or somehow summoning the strength to keep going. The choices before her were stark, each fraught with its own dangers. If she decided to push forward on her own, without involving Patode, she risked failing at everything she had worked for. But if she conceded and sought Patode's help, she knew she would be opening herself up to a dangerous gamble of allowing Patode take liberties with her just like he did right now.

The truth that haunted Shipra, the one she struggled to admit even to herself, was the uncertainty of her own resolve. As her eyes fell on the damp panty lying on the bed, a wave of shame and fear washed over her. Despite her best efforts to mentally prepare herself, to build up walls of resistance, she couldn’t shake the growing fear that her body might betray her when it mattered most. The thought alone sent a chill down her spine, as she envisioned the horrifying scenario: a brief lapse in her defenses, just a moment of vulnerability, and Patode would seize it without hesitation to have his way with her. Patode had already made his intentions painfully clear. His eyes had lingered too long on her, his touches far too suggestive. He wanted to fuck her, and he didn’t care about the boundaries that should have stopped him—her marriage, her position as his superior—none of it mattered to him. He was driven by a primal desire, much like he had been with Namrata, seeing Shipra as nothing more than another conquest, another woman to devour for his own twisted pleasure.

The weight of the situation bore down on her. Could she truly find the strength to withstand his advances, to navigate the treacherous waters of her professional and personal life without losing herself in the process? Or was this the moment where she would break, her resolve shattered, leaving her at the mercy of a man who saw her only as a means to satisfy his lust? The question was whether she could find the strength to do what needed to be done, or if this would be the moment that broke her completely.

Shipra sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers tightly gripping the bedsheet as she stared blankly at the wall. Her thoughts swirling in an endless loop of uncertainty and conflicting emotions. Nearly an hour had passed since she had retreated to the solitude of her room, seeking refuge from the overwhelming chaos outside. But the silence of the room offered no peace; instead, it amplified the turmoil within her.Every possible scenario she could think of had played out in her head, like a never-ending chess game where each move led to a more complicated and precarious position. She meticulously analyzed every option, considering the consequences from every angle. What if she confronted the issue head-on? What if she took a step back? What if she did nothing at all? Each possibility seemed to spiral into a new web of complications, entangling her further.

She couldn't shake the feeling that no matter what choice she made, she would end up losing something important. The stakes were too high, and the fear of making the wrong decision paralyzed her. She felt utterly alone, burdened by the knowledge that the choices she made could have far-reaching consequences, not just for herself but for others who depended on her.

Suddenly, a soft knock on her door pulled her out of her reverie. She blinked, momentarily disoriented, as the voice on the other side called out.

"Shipra, it's me. Please open the door. Patode has gone to get dinner." It was Namrata.

Shipra hurriedly wiped her eyes, realizing she was sitting just in her bra. She quickly grabbed a pair of shorts and slipped them on before heading to the door. When she opened it, Namrata stood there, a faint smile on her face. She looked much better than before, dressed in a long t-shirt that modestly covered her body upto her thies. There was a calmness about her that only deepened Shipra’s sense of frustration.

Shipra stepped aside to let Namrata in and then returned to her bed, still grappling with the indecisiveness that had been plaguing her. Her face clearly reflected her inner struggle, a mix of anger, sadness, and exhaustion.

Namrata sat beside her, concern evident in her eyes. "What's the matter, Shipra? I saw what happened between you and Patode earlier. Are you alright?"

Shipra felt a surge of anger at Namrata’s question. It was the last thing she wanted to hear. She looked at Namrata, tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to contain the whirlwind of emotions within her. "Leave it, Namrata. If you were so concerned, you wouldn't have continued your fling with him. Your actions, from Sunday until now, have put me in an incredibly complex situation. It's affecting not just my personal life but my professional life too."

Namrata's expression shifted from concern to defensiveness, her tone becoming more serious. "Shipra, blaming me won’t solve anything. What's really going on? Tell me, maybe I can help."

Shipra stared at Namrata for a moment, feeling a deep sense of betrayal mixed with hopelessness. But she was exhausted—emotionally, mentally, and physically. There seemed to be no downside to sharing her troubles with Namrata now. Maybe, just maybe, if Namrata understood the full extent of the situation, she would see the impact her actions were having on Shipra’s life and reconsider her relationship with Patode.

Taking a deep breath, Shipra began to explain everything. She started with the professional challenges she was facing, detailing how her entire campaign work, assigned by Toppo, was dependent on Patode’s assistance. But it wasn’t just the campaign. The most critical investigation she had undertaken—a matter close to her heart—was also tangled up with him. She revealed the disturbing details of the fraud she had uncovered in her branch, explaining how the village women were being exploited and how a notorious goon, Saad Hasan, was involved in the scheme.

Shipra’s voice trembled as she continued, the weight of her situation pressing down on her. She confessed how, in a moment of emotional vulnerability, she had even shared some of these burdens with Alok. But instead of the support she had desperately sought, their conversation had turned into an argument. Alok had stunned her by suggesting she abandon the investigation altogether, leaving her feeling even more isolated and unsure of whom to trust.

"I told you already, Shipra, Alok just wants to control you. And this time, when he failed to do so, it resulted in an argument," Namrata said, her voice sharp and cutting through the tension in the room. She continued without pause, "I don't think you have anything to worry about, apart from dealing with Alok."

Shipra stared at Namrata in disbelief, unable to comprehend her friend's casual dismissal of everything she had just shared. "Nothing to worry about? Were you even listening to me?" Her voice trembled with frustration and anger. "I knew it was a waste of time sharing this with you. Alok is the least of my problems right now. I'm more concerned about Patode's behavior—his indecent advances—and how those might be encouraged if I seek his help." Shipra was shocked at how Namrata seemed to trivialize her concerns.

Namrata’s response was infuriatingly dismissive. She smiled slightly, shaking her head as if Shipra were a naive child. "You're so simple-minded, Shipra. You don’t know how to handle men."

Shipra felt her patience snap. "What do you mean by that? Don’t talk in puzzles, Namrata!" she shot back, her irritation palpable.

Namrata sighed, as if what she was about to say should be obvious. "It’s really simple, Shipra. Take power into your own hands. You’re worried that asking Patode for help will encourage him to make sexual advances toward you, right? And from the damp panty on the bed, I can deduce that you’re not sure how long you can control your own desires and arousals to fend off his moves."

Shipra's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. How could Namrata reduce her situation to something so crude? But before she could respond, Namrata continued, a cunning smile spreading across her face. "So instead of giving Patode the control, why don’t you use his desire to bed you for your own advantage?"

Shipra felt a wave of revulsion wash over her. "So you basically want me to compromise my dignity and sleep with him to get my way? Just like you wanted me to sleep with Toppo? Wow, what a genius idea. Well how can I expect something else from you." she said sarcastically, her disgust plain on her face.

Namrata sighed again, this time with a hint of exasperation. "That’s not what I meant." She softened her tone, as if trying to explain something to a stubborn child. "Look, Shipra, from what I understand, you're in a tight spot. Your husband, Alok, is unemployed, with an uncertain future. You're drowning in debt, and Aarav’s school expenses are only increasing. You’re desperate for that promotion, and we both know that your promotion depends on your performance during this six-month rural posting. But with Toppo constantly on your back, trying everything to get into your pants, I’m sure he’ll make your life increasingly difficult just to get his way. Eventually, whether you like it or not, you’ll have to rely on Patode’s experience and resourcefulness to improve the performance of your branch."

Shipra listened in silence, her mind racing as Namrata laid out the grim reality she was facing. Namrata’s words were harsh, but Shipra couldn’t deny the truth in them. "And then there’s the investigation you’ve taken on," Namrata continued. "From what I understand, you have two options: either drop it, as Alok suggested, or, if you wish to continue, you can’t do it without Patode’s help. So, everything boils down to the fact that your tenure here will only result in a promotion if you involve Patode."

Namrata paused, letting her words sink in. She could see the conflict in Shipra’s eyes, the struggle between her moral compass and the harsh reality of her situation. Shipra was silent, but the turmoil within her was evident in the way she clenched her fists and bit her lip.

"Now, listen to me carefully and with an open mind," Namrata said, her voice low and serious. "You have an advantage here, Shipra. Patode wants to fuck you badly—I’ve seen how desperate he is. He has a fetish for married women, and that’s where you have the upper hand. Use it to manipulate him."

Shipra’s breath caught in her throat as Namrata’s words hit her like a punch to the gut. The idea of using her sexuality as a tool, of reducing herself to a pawn in this twisted game, filled her with revulsion. But as much as she wanted to dismiss Namrata’s suggestion outright, she couldn’t ignore the truth in what she was saying. The situation was dire, and the traditional paths of integrity and hard work seemed increasingly unfeasible.

"I’m not saying you have to sleep with him," Namrata continued, sensing Shipra’s hesitation. "But you need to understand how to wield power in this situation. You need to make Patode think he has a chance with you, keep him hooked, but never let him actually cross the line. Although you might have to get down and dirty a little but it will be all between us three. Play to his desires, but keep the control in your hands. Make him work for your approval, for your attention. Use his attraction to you as leverage to get what you need. It’s not about compromising your dignity, Shipra; it’s about survival in a system that’s rigged against you. And who knows you might enjoy yourself too."

Shipra stared at Namrata, her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. Could she really do what Namrata was suggesting? Could she manipulate Patode, dance on the edge of seduction without falling into the abyss? The very thought of it made her skin crawl, but the reality of her situation left her with few options. Namrata reached out and placed a hand on Shipra’s shoulder, her voice softening. "I know it’s not easy, Shipra. But sometimes, in this world, you have to fight fire with fire. You have to play the game to survive, to protect what’s important to you. Just think about it. Think about Aarav's future and also about those exploited women."

Shipra felt a tear slip down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away. She hated the position she was in, hated the choices she had to make. But as she sat there, the weight of her responsibilities pressing down on her, she knew one thing for certain: she couldn’t afford to lose. Not now. Not when so much was at stake. She nodded slowly, not in agreement, but in acknowledgment of the hard truth Namrata had laid before her. "I’ll think about it," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Namrata left the room with a triumphant smile, her steps light as she walked away, confident that she had planted the seed of her idea in Shipra’s mind. The door clicked shut behind her, the sound echoing in the silent room, but for Shipra, it felt like the walls were closing in. She remained fixed to her position on the bed, her body tense and her hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of her shorts. Her mind was a storm of thoughts, each one colliding with the next as she tried to wrap her head around the idea Namrata had just suggested. Namrata's words had shaken her to the core, challenging everything she believed about herself, her values, and the world she lived in. She stared blankly at the wall, her thoughts racing. How had it come to this? How had she found herself in a position where the only advice she received was to compromise her principles, to trade dignity for survival? The very idea made her stomach churn, but as much as she wanted to dismiss it, she couldn't deny the practicality of Namrata's suggestion.

Her fingers twisted the fabric of her shorts, her thoughts growing darker with each passing moment. What if Namrata was right? What if playing Patode’s game was the only way to secure her promotion, to safeguard her future and that of her family? The thought of using Patode’s desire against him, of pretending to be something she wasn’t, made her feel sick, but the alternative—a future full of uncertainty, failure, and disappointment—was equally unbearable. Shipra’s heart pounded in her chest as she wrestled with the dilemma. It was a battle between her values and her circumstances, and for the first time, she wasn’t sure which side would win. Her mind kept returning to Namrata's words, the logic behind them cold and undeniable. Namrata had been brutally honest about the realities Shipra was facing—the pressures of her job, the expectations of her superiors, the precarious situation with Patode, and the financial strain at home. It was all too much to bear, and the idea of finding a way to control even a small part of it, to tip the scales in her favor, was tempting. 

But at what cost?

End of Chapter 16: Flight or Fight: Part 1 

Somehwat disappointed with the update. I thought the previous chapter would have led to a wild fuck session in this chapter. I hope part two would be great but there goes another week of nothing. Anyway I would encourage you to continue as we need to know about Shipra and namratas wild sex with patode because the last part of Chapter 15 is not continued here immediately. There is some mental foreplay in this chapter which I like and yet at the same time I wonder if you would be able to repeat the same excitement in your narration that you managed to build so well for chapter 8 and 9. That said I'm forever thankful to you for giving me immense pleasure. Patiently awaiting for the next chapter. Appreciate your efforts.