31-10-2024, 12:49 PM
Chapter 24: A tender deceit: Part 1: Comfort in sin
"Is she ready?" Saad Hasan slurred as he strolled down the hallway, clutching a bottle of cheap whiskey. He shot the question at the maids nearby, waiting for an answer.
Before the maids could respond, one of Saad's men burst in, panting. "Saad bhai… Saad bhai… MLA sir’s on the line," he said, thrusting a phone into Saad’s hand.
“What’s all this commotion I’m hearing from Kasegoan, Saad? Why have you abducted a girl?” The voice on the other end was calm, but it cut through Saad’s drunken haze, bringing him sharply back to reality.
"N-Nothing, bhau… just a minor inconvenience. The girl was trying to expose our—" Saad began, attempting to brush it off, but was immediately interrupted.
"It may be a minor inconvenience for a fool like you, but it’s a massive problem for me,” the voice snapped, rising with irritation. “Do you have any idea what kind of trouble this could cause? That girl belongs to backward caste and with the elections round the corner can you imagine how this will look for me if word gets out?" the voice paused on the other side for a brief moment controlling the frustration and continued again with much clamer tone. "My constituency of Amruj has over 30% backward caste voters and if tomorrow any news of abduction, bang or murder came to my knowledge from Kasegoan be prepared to rot in jail, Saad. I’m not risking my vote bank just to clean up your mess.”
The line went dead. Saad stood there, the threat lingering in the silence. His hand trembled as he lowered the phone, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead as he processed what could have happened if that call had come even ten minutes later.
"Saad bhai… should we let the girl go?” asked the man who had handed him the phone.
Saad's face hardened as he tried to make sense of it all. How had the MLA even found out about something so minor? He needed answers and suddenly it dawned on him. "Call Patode," he ordered, flinging the whiskey bottle down the hallway in a burst of anger.
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"I got everything managed, Shipra ma'am. You don't need to worry about Sanju anymore. She'll be back home safe and sound soon," Patode declared, his tone filled with a subtle yet unmistakable pride. There was an air of achievement about him, a hint of satisfaction that seemed to elevate the room’s mood.
The words brought a palpable sense of relief to Shipra, who sat cross-legged on Namrata’s bed, finally allowing herself to relax. She had changed into a simple, loose top and payjama bottoms, something comfortable after the intense day she’d had. Namrata, beside her, was her usual self, dressed casually in an oversized t-shirt and shorts, unfazed by the events swirling around them. The three of them were sitting in a cozy circle on the bed, after completing their meal in Namrata's room.
"All hail our savior, Mr. Patode!" Namrata teased, bowing down dramatically in front of him. Her voice was laced with playful sarcasm, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Patode grinned, leaning back with a glint in his eye. "Oh, you'll be doing a lot more bending tonight, Namrata," he retorted, his vulgar words dripping with suggestion as he let out a loud laugh, clearly pleased with his own audacity.
Namrata rolled her eyes, smirking as she gave him a playful shove. "How does a man as mature and resourceful as you manage to be such a shameless flirt?" she laughed, shaking her head, amused but unsurprised by his remark.
Shipra, sitting nearby, felt both relief and a touch of embarrassment. The good news about Sanju had lifted a huge weight off her shoulders, allowing her to breathe a little easier, but the flirtatious, sexual banter between Patode and Namrata left her caught off guard. She shifted slightly, feeling a little out of place as she tried to mask her amusement with a polite smile. Although she couldn't help but feel a little jealous seeing Patode and Namrata enjoying themselves as a couple.
“This pervert is going to have you moaning all night, and you’ll love every second of it,” Patode teased, his voice dropping to a low, mischievous tone. Leaning in closer to Namrata, he let his hand rest gently on her thigh, his fingers brushing over her bare skin with a slow teasing touch.
Namrata couldn’t hide the faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. She shook her head, feigning disapproval even as she laughed softly. “Honestly, Patode, you’re incorrigible! You're making Shipra uncomfortable,” she shot back.
Patode only grinned wider, clearly enjoying the playful tension he’d stirred up. “Oh, come on,” he said, giving Shipra a wink. “I’m sure Shipra ma’am has gotten used to my crude comments by now. Right, Shipra? Besides she has seen us do much more than just touching.”
"Today you have earned it Patode, so I will let it slide," Shipra said shyly.
"That's more like it. Anyway, I was just trying to lighten the mood a little," Patode said, casting a warm glance at Shipra. His tone was gentle, showing an unusual depth of understanding as he reached out, easing the tension in the room.
Shipra looked at him, her face softening, a hint of shyness peeking through her usual calm demeanor. "Thank you, Patode. That’s really considerate of you," she replied, her voice quiet but sincere. She brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, a soft smile touching her lips. "But really, I’m fine now."
Patode grinned, noticing the subtle changes in Shipra’s demeanor. Her soft smile, the warmth in her eyes, and the gentle ease in her posture spoke volumes—signs that her outlook toward him was shifting. He felt a quiet thrill, confident it was only a matter of time before she would willingly give up herself to him, though his moment was cut short by Namrata’s mischievous voice slicing through the room.
"Well, it’s good that you were only joking, Patode, because you’re out of luck tonight," she said, throwing him a playful wink. "I’ve got an important project due, and, well… let’s just say you’re not exactly on my priority list," she teased, her grin only widening as she watched his face fall.
Patode let out an exaggerated sigh, his shoulders slumping as he looked at Namrata with a disappointed expression. "Oh, come on, Namrata! After all the heroic deeds I pulled off today, don’t you think I deserve to be rewarded with alteast a steamy short fuck session?" He paused dramatically, looking pointedly at Shipra before continuing. "Besides, I didn’t even get my full… reward from Shipra ma’am this morning. I desperately need some action tonight," he added, drawing out his words in an exaggeratedly woeful tone.
Namrata chuckled, crossing her arms. "Sorry, hero, but no can do. I’m on a tight deadline tonight, and knowing you, nothing is short and quick with you. I can't risk it." She smirked, shaking her head. "You'll have to bunk with Shipra tonight again. I’ll be in my room....ALONE, where I can work without your… interruptions. Plus, I think Shipra could use the company."
Patode’s face fell, his hopes for a satisfying sex session with Namrata dashed. He groaned, throwing his hands up in mock protest. "Oh, come on… that's not fair! I can't even ask Shipra ma'am for a little.... favour after what happened today," Patode whined.
Shipra and Namrata looked at each other, and in that shared glance, they erupted into a fit of laughter. Patode’s bad luck, combined with his exaggerated expressions, proved too much to resist. The room filled with their laughter, lightening the atmosphere even more than his initial attempt had.
Despite his disappointment, Patode couldn’t help but grin as he watched them laugh. The day had been a major success in his carefully crafted plan to unseat Saad Hasan. He had skillfully provoked Bhiva, stirring up enough anger to potentially drive him to eliminate Saad. On top of that, Patode had discreetly informed the MLA about Saad’s reckless actions, knowing it could damage Saad's reputation in the MLA’s eyes. This, he hoped, would pave the way for him to eventually take full control of Ambruj’s operations with MLA's support. And finally l, though Namrata wouldn’t be available to satisfy his unquenchable sexual appetite, Patode felt a thrill of anticipation. Tonight, he’d have another chance to seduce Shipra. After everything that had unfolded today, he was eager to see how the night would play out, feeling that his patience and planning might finally pay off.
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"Hey, Alok! What are you doing here all alone, man? I tried calling you, but you didn’t respond. What’s going on?" Vaibhav’s voice cut through the bar’s low hum as he spotted Alok sitting by himself, lost in thought. Vaibhav was with Chetan, both looking a bit tipsy, their spirits high from a night of drinking.
Alok looked up, snapping out of his trance as he forced a small smile. "Oh, hey, guys. Nothing much... just meeting with an old friend. What brings you both here?"
Vaibhav slid into the booth across from him, grinning. "Don't you remember, Chetan here’s heading back home, so I thought, why not throw him a send-off? He should leave on a high note, don’t you think?"
"Of course," Alok nodded, gesturing to the open seats. "Come, join me. Let’s have a drink together."
Alok kept silent his mind elsewhere. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Chetan peered closely at Alok, raising an eyebrow. "You don’t look so good, Alok. Everything alright with your wife? I hope she finally replied to your texts or calls?" he joked, oblivious to Alok’s inner tension.
Vaibhav shot Chetan a look. "Knock it off, man. Don’t start with that again. Let’s just have some fun tonight."
"I am having fun," Chetan retorted, his voice slurring as he laughed, still focused on Alok. "It’s Alok who’s all gloomy. Look at him! He’s got that dazed, lost look, like he just found out his wife’s been cheating on him."
Alok clenched his jaw, his fists balling under the table, but before he could speak, Chetan leaned in, chuckling. "You know, Alok, Vaibhav showed me pictures of Shipra the other night. Man, she’s a real stunner—a hot MILF, if you ask me. Honestly, a woman like her? Men would kill to get between her legs. You’d better keep your guard up, Alok. With an educated, independent woman like that, you can’t take chances or she'll find someone who'll make her forget you."
In an instant, Alok’s restraint snapped. He surged to his feet, grabbing Chetan by the collar, his eyes blazing. "How dare you talk about my wife like that, you motherfucker," he spat, his voice low but filled with venom. "I don’t care if you’re drunk. I’m not letting this slide. Vaibhav, you’d better control him, or I swear, I’ll beat this fucking village looser to a pulp."
"Whoa, whoa, take it easy!" Vaibhav jumped up, moving between them, pushing them apart with both hands. "Everyone, just calm down! Chetan, that’s enough—watch what you’re saying. Shipra’s not a loose characted women like your ex girlfriend. And Alok, you too cool down. It’s not worth getting worked up over his trash talk. What’s really going on with you, man?"
Alok took a deep breath, his fists unclenching as he tried to rein in his anger, but the hurt lingered in his eyes. Vaibhav’s steady gaze softened, sensing there was more behind Alok’s reaction than just Chetan’s drunken taunts.
"The way you’re reacting, Mr. Perfect, it’s obvious—you’re the real loser here, sitting alone, brooding," Chetan sneered, straightening his collar as he looked Alok up and down with a smug, condescending glare. "It’s your wife, isn’t it? Come on, hit me if I’m wrong. But I know that look. You found something, didn’t you?"
Alok sat there in silence, the words cutting deeper than he wanted to admit. Chetan’s crude accusations stung, not because they were entirely true, but because they hit close to a hidden fear that he hadn’t yet confronted. After a tense moment, he grabbed his glass, downed the rest of his drink in one go, and fixed Chetan with a cold, unwavering stare.
"You’re nothing but a bitter, jealous man, Chetan," Alok said, his voice calm but laced with contempt. "You couldn’t handle your own relationships, couldn’t make it in your pursuit to become a civil servant, and now you expect everyone else to share in the humiliation you brought upon yourself. Go back to your village—you don’t belong here. Bloody loser." He pushed his chair back with a scbang and stood, looking at Vaibhav. "Enjoy yourself. I’m out."
Alok turned on his heel and walked out, shoulders squared but fists clenched, leaving Chetan and Vaibhav staring after him. For a moment, there was a stunned silence before Chetan shot to his feet, rage flashing in his eyes.
"That arrogant motherfucker," Chetan growled, his face flushed with anger as he grabbed a nearby bottle. "How dare he talk to me like that? I’m gonna fuck him up right now for this—he thinks he can insult me? That shameless guy is living off his wife’s paycheck and calling me a loser."
Vaibhav quickly stepped between him and the door, stopping him from making a scene. "Whoa, calm down, dude. He’s gone. Besides, you shouldn’t have pushed him like that in the first place," Vaibhav said firmly, placing a steadying hand on Chetan’s shoulder. "Just sit down. Forget about him."
Chetan shook off Vaibhav’s hand, his face twisted with indignation. "I didn’t say anything wrong, man. Didn’t you see his face? He was staring at his phone like he heard a tragic news. His wife is definitely cheating on him, and honestly, that uptight bastard deserves every bit of it."
"Stop talking nonsense, man," Vaibhav sighed, trying to keep things under control. "Look, next round’s on me. Just relax, alright? Let’s enjoy the night."
"Oh, don’t worry, Vaibhav," Chetan said, a dark glint in his eyes and a twisted grin forming on his face. "I’m gonna enjoy myself just fine. But you just wait and watch—I’ll make him realize what a wimp he is. When I’m through with him, he’ll be begging me to stop after I shove the truth in his face." With that, Chetan downed his drink in one harsh gulp, setting the glass down with a hard, deliberate clink as he leaned back, his ominous words hanging heavily in the air.
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“You know, Shipra ma’am, in a strange way, Sanju’s abduction has actually been… beneficial for us,” Patode broke the silence of the room.
Patode lay sprawled across Shipra's bed, his arms tucked behind his head as he made himself comfortable, his shirt casually discarded to the side. The warm glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows across his muscular frame, highlighting the ease he felt around her. Shipra, standing by the dresser, was gathering her hair into a ponytail, preparing to join him. Unlike the last time, when his presence made her feel slightly on edge, tonight there was an air of familiarity, a relaxed comfort between them.
Shipra, settled at the edge of the bed, looking over at him, her brows slightly raised in curiosity. Folding her knee up beneath her, she turned her full attention to his words. "How so?" she asked.
Patode adjusted his position, rolling onto his side, his head propped up on his elbow as he met her gaze. "You see Shipra ma'am, Sanju is a girl from backward community. Her abduction has caused a massive uproar in the village. This uproar has created the perfect opportunity for us. The women in the village are furious, and there’s a strong wave of anger directed at Saad Hasan. If we act now, we can gather those critical statements we’ve been needing for our investigation.” Patode explained.
“Well, at least something positive has come out of a terrible situation,” Shipra replied, a strange smile crossing her face as her thoughts seemed to drift elsewhere.
Patode watched her closely, sensing a shift in her mood. "Are you comfortable with me sleeping over Shipra ma'am, if you wish to be alone I can always convince Namrata to...," Patode tried to be a perfect gentleman.
“It’s fine, Patode,” Shipra interjected, glancing at him with a reassuring smile. “Actually, I feel better with you here.” Her eyes softened, a hint of warmth and relief evident in her gaze.
Patode hesitated, catching an unusual flicker in her expression. “Are you sure? Just now, I thought I saw something… different in your eyes. What were you thinking about?”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” she replied, the faintest hint of a wry smile playing on her lips. “I just remembered something my husband said when I first told him about this investigation.”
Patode raised his eyebrows, leaning in with curiosity. “I’m sure he encouraged you to pursue it, right? Look how far you’ve come. We're so close to breaking through. And it is all because of your persistent efforts.”
Shipra chuckled, but there was a sardonic edge to her smile. “Quite the opposite, actually. He told me to drop it, said it was a waste of time. He just want me to simply complete my tenure here so that I can get my next promotion which would eventually help him feel a little relaxed.” Her voice took on a subtle, bitter tone, revealing a crack in her usually strong demeanor. She rose from the edge of the bed and eased down beside Patode, lying on her back staring at the ceiling above.
"I can imagine how that must have felt," Patode replied softly, his gaze steady on her. "You see, Shipra, some men find it hard to truly acknowledge a woman's capabilities for them women are not partners but a mere convenience on whoom they can unload their responsibilities. Now, don’t take this the wrong way—I’m not speaking only of your husband. This is true for a lot of men. They often feel threatened, uncomfortable, when faced with a woman’s freedom and independent choices. They just want the control to feel like a Man. It takes a different kind of man to nurture a woman’s potential, to support her, to believe in her without feeling diminished."
His tone was gentle, almost sympathetic, but with a subtle undercurrent that held her attention. Shipra remained silent, lost in thought as Patode’s words sank in. She knew there was truth to what he was saying, and the unspoken implications about her own marriage made her feel a pang of frustration she’d kept buried. Alok had been a good partner all these years, yet in recent times, she couldn’t shake the feeling that his decisions had placed the entire weight of their family on her shoulders.
"When I first saw you at that bus stand, I could sense there was something different about you," Patode continued, letting his words linger in the air. "And after working alongside you, getting to know you, I began to understand why Alok was able to leave his job without worrying."
His words hung heavy, calculated to stir something deep within her. Shipra turned, facing him fully, her expression a mix of curiosity and tension. "What do you mean by that, Patode?" she asked.
Patode leaned closer, his voice low and purposeful. "What I mean is, you’re an incredibly strong and committed woman. He must have known you could take on the burden alone. He probably believed you’d shoulder the responsibility for your family without hesitation or complaint, setting aside your own dreams for theirs."
The way he praised her felt oddly reassuring, yet there was a hint of condescension in his tone when he spoke of Alok’s decision. It was as if he were pointing out a flaw in her husband she’d often chosen to ignore. "If you don’t mind… may I say something more personal?" he asked, his tone delicate but probing.
Shipra’s curiosity deepened, and she nodded, urging him to go on.
"I don’t believe Alok made the right choice," he said carefully, watching her reaction. When she didn’t respond defensively, he continued, emboldened. "If I were in his place, I would never have left my job. Not when it meant putting so much pressure on my beautiful wife. I would have cherished you, Shipra, and made sure you never had to bear the load alone. What’s the point of chasing dreams if you can’t be there to share those quiet, beautiful moments with the ones you love?"
His words cut through to a vulnerable part of her. Shipra’s face softened, the weight of her own doubts and struggles bubbling to the surface. She in the recent years of her marriage had started feeling alone, wrestling with the demands placed on her by Alok’s choices.
"I… I sometimes wonder the same," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "I know Alok did what he thought was best for us, but as you said… what’s the point of it all if you can’t be there to enjoy the little moments together? As a life partner I will always support him, but I am also human. The least he could have done was support me in return and cared for my dreams and desires as well."
Patode’s words resonated with thoughts she’d kept locked away, thoughts she hadn’t never given much importance. But the recent pressures of her life had been chipping away at her resilience, and with Patode now in the present moment, she felt strangely comfortable sharing these thoughts. Patode with his support and manipulative words was proving to be someone who seemed to understand her in a way Alok hadn’t for some time.
Patode leaned back slightly, sensing her openness, a small, knowing smile forming on his lips. He was aware of the power his words had over her, and he carefully maintained the tone of reassurance, wanting to capitalize on her vulnerability.
"Exactly," Patode said, nodding in agreement. "It’s fine to dream of a fulfilling life, but not if it means sacrificing your own desires or letting the present slip away."
He leaned in slightly, his tone warm yet assertive. "That’s why I live by the principle of no regrets, no restraints. I go after what I want, openly and unapologetically. That’s why Namrata and I clicked from the start and have such a good chemistry. To society, our relationship or fling might come across as reckless or inappropriate. But does it matter, Shipra? Will this moment, this time in our lives, ever come again?"
His words hung in the air as he looked at her with an intense conviction. "There’s no need to feel so down, Shipra ma’am," Patode said with quiet assurance. "I’ll always stand by you because I believe in your strength and capabilities." His voice was steady, unwavering, a firm belief wrapped in his words.
Then his expression shifted, a playful glint in his eyes. "And, of course, for the rewards you promised me," he added, giving her a quick wink, his tone turning mischievous.
"Haha… you’re impossible, Patode," Shipra laughed, his playful comment catching her off guard. She felt a wave of relief, grateful for the chance to unburden her feelings, and even more so for his calm, supportive presence. Her laughter faded as she looked into Patode’s eyes, her heart beating a little faster, she felt a wave of affection for Patode in that moment.
Noticing her softened expression, Patode sensed her defenses lowering. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips approaching hers, but he paused, hovering just inches away, silently seeking her response. Shipra’s breath caught as she closed her eyes, giving him her silent consent.
Patode needed no further encouragement. With that, Patode closed the final gap, gently brushing his lips against hers. The kiss was soft and tender at first, a careful exploration that soon deepened, fueled by a mutual longing. Their movements became more intense, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the moment.
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Namrata sighed as she stretched at her desk, rubbing her tired eyes and glancing at the clock. It was well past 1 a.m., and she had finally wrapped up her project work for the night. Leaning back, she murmured, "Alright, Namrata, time to call it a night."
But just as she was about to turn in, a thought crossed her mind. "I wonder if Patode’s still up," she mused, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. A twinge of warmth and excitement surged through her body. Feeling horny her hand, as if guided by its own desires, trailed down her body making its way between her legs, a spark of arousal building within.
Quietly, she stood up, slipping out of her shorts with a playful sense of freedom. She tiptoed out of her room, careful not to make a sound as she padded down the hallway. As she neared Shipra's room, though, she caught the faintest hint of sounds that made her pause.
At first, she wasn’t sure what she was hearing, but as she drew closer, the muffled voices and soft gasps grew clearer, carrying through the door with unmistakable intensity.
"Ahhhhhh… Oh my God…fuckkkk" came Shipra’s voice, filled with passion, each word edged with breathless need.
Namrata’s heart raced as she listened, her curiosity piqued. She found herself rooted in place, her senses heightening with every faint sound she overheard. Though it was clear, she couldn't believe her ears.
"Mmmhhhhh… Unnghhhhhh…" Shipra’s moans grew in volume, her voice laced with pleasure, each sound reaching Namrata and stirring a mix of emotions she hadn’t anticipated.
"…Patode… you’ll make me… ohhhh…cummm."
End of Chapter 24: A tender deceit: Part 1: Comfort in sin
"Is she ready?" Saad Hasan slurred as he strolled down the hallway, clutching a bottle of cheap whiskey. He shot the question at the maids nearby, waiting for an answer.
Before the maids could respond, one of Saad's men burst in, panting. "Saad bhai… Saad bhai… MLA sir’s on the line," he said, thrusting a phone into Saad’s hand.
“What’s all this commotion I’m hearing from Kasegoan, Saad? Why have you abducted a girl?” The voice on the other end was calm, but it cut through Saad’s drunken haze, bringing him sharply back to reality.
"N-Nothing, bhau… just a minor inconvenience. The girl was trying to expose our—" Saad began, attempting to brush it off, but was immediately interrupted.
"It may be a minor inconvenience for a fool like you, but it’s a massive problem for me,” the voice snapped, rising with irritation. “Do you have any idea what kind of trouble this could cause? That girl belongs to backward caste and with the elections round the corner can you imagine how this will look for me if word gets out?" the voice paused on the other side for a brief moment controlling the frustration and continued again with much clamer tone. "My constituency of Amruj has over 30% backward caste voters and if tomorrow any news of abduction, bang or murder came to my knowledge from Kasegoan be prepared to rot in jail, Saad. I’m not risking my vote bank just to clean up your mess.”
The line went dead. Saad stood there, the threat lingering in the silence. His hand trembled as he lowered the phone, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead as he processed what could have happened if that call had come even ten minutes later.
"Saad bhai… should we let the girl go?” asked the man who had handed him the phone.
Saad's face hardened as he tried to make sense of it all. How had the MLA even found out about something so minor? He needed answers and suddenly it dawned on him. "Call Patode," he ordered, flinging the whiskey bottle down the hallway in a burst of anger.
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"I got everything managed, Shipra ma'am. You don't need to worry about Sanju anymore. She'll be back home safe and sound soon," Patode declared, his tone filled with a subtle yet unmistakable pride. There was an air of achievement about him, a hint of satisfaction that seemed to elevate the room’s mood.
The words brought a palpable sense of relief to Shipra, who sat cross-legged on Namrata’s bed, finally allowing herself to relax. She had changed into a simple, loose top and payjama bottoms, something comfortable after the intense day she’d had. Namrata, beside her, was her usual self, dressed casually in an oversized t-shirt and shorts, unfazed by the events swirling around them. The three of them were sitting in a cozy circle on the bed, after completing their meal in Namrata's room.
"All hail our savior, Mr. Patode!" Namrata teased, bowing down dramatically in front of him. Her voice was laced with playful sarcasm, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Patode grinned, leaning back with a glint in his eye. "Oh, you'll be doing a lot more bending tonight, Namrata," he retorted, his vulgar words dripping with suggestion as he let out a loud laugh, clearly pleased with his own audacity.
Namrata rolled her eyes, smirking as she gave him a playful shove. "How does a man as mature and resourceful as you manage to be such a shameless flirt?" she laughed, shaking her head, amused but unsurprised by his remark.
Shipra, sitting nearby, felt both relief and a touch of embarrassment. The good news about Sanju had lifted a huge weight off her shoulders, allowing her to breathe a little easier, but the flirtatious, sexual banter between Patode and Namrata left her caught off guard. She shifted slightly, feeling a little out of place as she tried to mask her amusement with a polite smile. Although she couldn't help but feel a little jealous seeing Patode and Namrata enjoying themselves as a couple.
“This pervert is going to have you moaning all night, and you’ll love every second of it,” Patode teased, his voice dropping to a low, mischievous tone. Leaning in closer to Namrata, he let his hand rest gently on her thigh, his fingers brushing over her bare skin with a slow teasing touch.
Namrata couldn’t hide the faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. She shook her head, feigning disapproval even as she laughed softly. “Honestly, Patode, you’re incorrigible! You're making Shipra uncomfortable,” she shot back.
Patode only grinned wider, clearly enjoying the playful tension he’d stirred up. “Oh, come on,” he said, giving Shipra a wink. “I’m sure Shipra ma’am has gotten used to my crude comments by now. Right, Shipra? Besides she has seen us do much more than just touching.”
"Today you have earned it Patode, so I will let it slide," Shipra said shyly.
"That's more like it. Anyway, I was just trying to lighten the mood a little," Patode said, casting a warm glance at Shipra. His tone was gentle, showing an unusual depth of understanding as he reached out, easing the tension in the room.
Shipra looked at him, her face softening, a hint of shyness peeking through her usual calm demeanor. "Thank you, Patode. That’s really considerate of you," she replied, her voice quiet but sincere. She brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, a soft smile touching her lips. "But really, I’m fine now."
Patode grinned, noticing the subtle changes in Shipra’s demeanor. Her soft smile, the warmth in her eyes, and the gentle ease in her posture spoke volumes—signs that her outlook toward him was shifting. He felt a quiet thrill, confident it was only a matter of time before she would willingly give up herself to him, though his moment was cut short by Namrata’s mischievous voice slicing through the room.
"Well, it’s good that you were only joking, Patode, because you’re out of luck tonight," she said, throwing him a playful wink. "I’ve got an important project due, and, well… let’s just say you’re not exactly on my priority list," she teased, her grin only widening as she watched his face fall.
Patode let out an exaggerated sigh, his shoulders slumping as he looked at Namrata with a disappointed expression. "Oh, come on, Namrata! After all the heroic deeds I pulled off today, don’t you think I deserve to be rewarded with alteast a steamy short fuck session?" He paused dramatically, looking pointedly at Shipra before continuing. "Besides, I didn’t even get my full… reward from Shipra ma’am this morning. I desperately need some action tonight," he added, drawing out his words in an exaggeratedly woeful tone.
Namrata chuckled, crossing her arms. "Sorry, hero, but no can do. I’m on a tight deadline tonight, and knowing you, nothing is short and quick with you. I can't risk it." She smirked, shaking her head. "You'll have to bunk with Shipra tonight again. I’ll be in my room....ALONE, where I can work without your… interruptions. Plus, I think Shipra could use the company."
Patode’s face fell, his hopes for a satisfying sex session with Namrata dashed. He groaned, throwing his hands up in mock protest. "Oh, come on… that's not fair! I can't even ask Shipra ma'am for a little.... favour after what happened today," Patode whined.
Shipra and Namrata looked at each other, and in that shared glance, they erupted into a fit of laughter. Patode’s bad luck, combined with his exaggerated expressions, proved too much to resist. The room filled with their laughter, lightening the atmosphere even more than his initial attempt had.
Despite his disappointment, Patode couldn’t help but grin as he watched them laugh. The day had been a major success in his carefully crafted plan to unseat Saad Hasan. He had skillfully provoked Bhiva, stirring up enough anger to potentially drive him to eliminate Saad. On top of that, Patode had discreetly informed the MLA about Saad’s reckless actions, knowing it could damage Saad's reputation in the MLA’s eyes. This, he hoped, would pave the way for him to eventually take full control of Ambruj’s operations with MLA's support. And finally l, though Namrata wouldn’t be available to satisfy his unquenchable sexual appetite, Patode felt a thrill of anticipation. Tonight, he’d have another chance to seduce Shipra. After everything that had unfolded today, he was eager to see how the night would play out, feeling that his patience and planning might finally pay off.
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"Hey, Alok! What are you doing here all alone, man? I tried calling you, but you didn’t respond. What’s going on?" Vaibhav’s voice cut through the bar’s low hum as he spotted Alok sitting by himself, lost in thought. Vaibhav was with Chetan, both looking a bit tipsy, their spirits high from a night of drinking.
Alok looked up, snapping out of his trance as he forced a small smile. "Oh, hey, guys. Nothing much... just meeting with an old friend. What brings you both here?"
Vaibhav slid into the booth across from him, grinning. "Don't you remember, Chetan here’s heading back home, so I thought, why not throw him a send-off? He should leave on a high note, don’t you think?"
"Of course," Alok nodded, gesturing to the open seats. "Come, join me. Let’s have a drink together."
Alok kept silent his mind elsewhere. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Chetan peered closely at Alok, raising an eyebrow. "You don’t look so good, Alok. Everything alright with your wife? I hope she finally replied to your texts or calls?" he joked, oblivious to Alok’s inner tension.
Vaibhav shot Chetan a look. "Knock it off, man. Don’t start with that again. Let’s just have some fun tonight."
"I am having fun," Chetan retorted, his voice slurring as he laughed, still focused on Alok. "It’s Alok who’s all gloomy. Look at him! He’s got that dazed, lost look, like he just found out his wife’s been cheating on him."
Alok clenched his jaw, his fists balling under the table, but before he could speak, Chetan leaned in, chuckling. "You know, Alok, Vaibhav showed me pictures of Shipra the other night. Man, she’s a real stunner—a hot MILF, if you ask me. Honestly, a woman like her? Men would kill to get between her legs. You’d better keep your guard up, Alok. With an educated, independent woman like that, you can’t take chances or she'll find someone who'll make her forget you."
In an instant, Alok’s restraint snapped. He surged to his feet, grabbing Chetan by the collar, his eyes blazing. "How dare you talk about my wife like that, you motherfucker," he spat, his voice low but filled with venom. "I don’t care if you’re drunk. I’m not letting this slide. Vaibhav, you’d better control him, or I swear, I’ll beat this fucking village looser to a pulp."
"Whoa, whoa, take it easy!" Vaibhav jumped up, moving between them, pushing them apart with both hands. "Everyone, just calm down! Chetan, that’s enough—watch what you’re saying. Shipra’s not a loose characted women like your ex girlfriend. And Alok, you too cool down. It’s not worth getting worked up over his trash talk. What’s really going on with you, man?"
Alok took a deep breath, his fists unclenching as he tried to rein in his anger, but the hurt lingered in his eyes. Vaibhav’s steady gaze softened, sensing there was more behind Alok’s reaction than just Chetan’s drunken taunts.
"The way you’re reacting, Mr. Perfect, it’s obvious—you’re the real loser here, sitting alone, brooding," Chetan sneered, straightening his collar as he looked Alok up and down with a smug, condescending glare. "It’s your wife, isn’t it? Come on, hit me if I’m wrong. But I know that look. You found something, didn’t you?"
Alok sat there in silence, the words cutting deeper than he wanted to admit. Chetan’s crude accusations stung, not because they were entirely true, but because they hit close to a hidden fear that he hadn’t yet confronted. After a tense moment, he grabbed his glass, downed the rest of his drink in one go, and fixed Chetan with a cold, unwavering stare.
"You’re nothing but a bitter, jealous man, Chetan," Alok said, his voice calm but laced with contempt. "You couldn’t handle your own relationships, couldn’t make it in your pursuit to become a civil servant, and now you expect everyone else to share in the humiliation you brought upon yourself. Go back to your village—you don’t belong here. Bloody loser." He pushed his chair back with a scbang and stood, looking at Vaibhav. "Enjoy yourself. I’m out."
Alok turned on his heel and walked out, shoulders squared but fists clenched, leaving Chetan and Vaibhav staring after him. For a moment, there was a stunned silence before Chetan shot to his feet, rage flashing in his eyes.
"That arrogant motherfucker," Chetan growled, his face flushed with anger as he grabbed a nearby bottle. "How dare he talk to me like that? I’m gonna fuck him up right now for this—he thinks he can insult me? That shameless guy is living off his wife’s paycheck and calling me a loser."
Vaibhav quickly stepped between him and the door, stopping him from making a scene. "Whoa, calm down, dude. He’s gone. Besides, you shouldn’t have pushed him like that in the first place," Vaibhav said firmly, placing a steadying hand on Chetan’s shoulder. "Just sit down. Forget about him."
Chetan shook off Vaibhav’s hand, his face twisted with indignation. "I didn’t say anything wrong, man. Didn’t you see his face? He was staring at his phone like he heard a tragic news. His wife is definitely cheating on him, and honestly, that uptight bastard deserves every bit of it."
"Stop talking nonsense, man," Vaibhav sighed, trying to keep things under control. "Look, next round’s on me. Just relax, alright? Let’s enjoy the night."
"Oh, don’t worry, Vaibhav," Chetan said, a dark glint in his eyes and a twisted grin forming on his face. "I’m gonna enjoy myself just fine. But you just wait and watch—I’ll make him realize what a wimp he is. When I’m through with him, he’ll be begging me to stop after I shove the truth in his face." With that, Chetan downed his drink in one harsh gulp, setting the glass down with a hard, deliberate clink as he leaned back, his ominous words hanging heavily in the air.
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“You know, Shipra ma’am, in a strange way, Sanju’s abduction has actually been… beneficial for us,” Patode broke the silence of the room.
Patode lay sprawled across Shipra's bed, his arms tucked behind his head as he made himself comfortable, his shirt casually discarded to the side. The warm glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows across his muscular frame, highlighting the ease he felt around her. Shipra, standing by the dresser, was gathering her hair into a ponytail, preparing to join him. Unlike the last time, when his presence made her feel slightly on edge, tonight there was an air of familiarity, a relaxed comfort between them.
Shipra, settled at the edge of the bed, looking over at him, her brows slightly raised in curiosity. Folding her knee up beneath her, she turned her full attention to his words. "How so?" she asked.
Patode adjusted his position, rolling onto his side, his head propped up on his elbow as he met her gaze. "You see Shipra ma'am, Sanju is a girl from backward community. Her abduction has caused a massive uproar in the village. This uproar has created the perfect opportunity for us. The women in the village are furious, and there’s a strong wave of anger directed at Saad Hasan. If we act now, we can gather those critical statements we’ve been needing for our investigation.” Patode explained.
“Well, at least something positive has come out of a terrible situation,” Shipra replied, a strange smile crossing her face as her thoughts seemed to drift elsewhere.
Patode watched her closely, sensing a shift in her mood. "Are you comfortable with me sleeping over Shipra ma'am, if you wish to be alone I can always convince Namrata to...," Patode tried to be a perfect gentleman.
“It’s fine, Patode,” Shipra interjected, glancing at him with a reassuring smile. “Actually, I feel better with you here.” Her eyes softened, a hint of warmth and relief evident in her gaze.
Patode hesitated, catching an unusual flicker in her expression. “Are you sure? Just now, I thought I saw something… different in your eyes. What were you thinking about?”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” she replied, the faintest hint of a wry smile playing on her lips. “I just remembered something my husband said when I first told him about this investigation.”
Patode raised his eyebrows, leaning in with curiosity. “I’m sure he encouraged you to pursue it, right? Look how far you’ve come. We're so close to breaking through. And it is all because of your persistent efforts.”
Shipra chuckled, but there was a sardonic edge to her smile. “Quite the opposite, actually. He told me to drop it, said it was a waste of time. He just want me to simply complete my tenure here so that I can get my next promotion which would eventually help him feel a little relaxed.” Her voice took on a subtle, bitter tone, revealing a crack in her usually strong demeanor. She rose from the edge of the bed and eased down beside Patode, lying on her back staring at the ceiling above.
"I can imagine how that must have felt," Patode replied softly, his gaze steady on her. "You see, Shipra, some men find it hard to truly acknowledge a woman's capabilities for them women are not partners but a mere convenience on whoom they can unload their responsibilities. Now, don’t take this the wrong way—I’m not speaking only of your husband. This is true for a lot of men. They often feel threatened, uncomfortable, when faced with a woman’s freedom and independent choices. They just want the control to feel like a Man. It takes a different kind of man to nurture a woman’s potential, to support her, to believe in her without feeling diminished."
His tone was gentle, almost sympathetic, but with a subtle undercurrent that held her attention. Shipra remained silent, lost in thought as Patode’s words sank in. She knew there was truth to what he was saying, and the unspoken implications about her own marriage made her feel a pang of frustration she’d kept buried. Alok had been a good partner all these years, yet in recent times, she couldn’t shake the feeling that his decisions had placed the entire weight of their family on her shoulders.
"When I first saw you at that bus stand, I could sense there was something different about you," Patode continued, letting his words linger in the air. "And after working alongside you, getting to know you, I began to understand why Alok was able to leave his job without worrying."
His words hung heavy, calculated to stir something deep within her. Shipra turned, facing him fully, her expression a mix of curiosity and tension. "What do you mean by that, Patode?" she asked.
Patode leaned closer, his voice low and purposeful. "What I mean is, you’re an incredibly strong and committed woman. He must have known you could take on the burden alone. He probably believed you’d shoulder the responsibility for your family without hesitation or complaint, setting aside your own dreams for theirs."
The way he praised her felt oddly reassuring, yet there was a hint of condescension in his tone when he spoke of Alok’s decision. It was as if he were pointing out a flaw in her husband she’d often chosen to ignore. "If you don’t mind… may I say something more personal?" he asked, his tone delicate but probing.
Shipra’s curiosity deepened, and she nodded, urging him to go on.
"I don’t believe Alok made the right choice," he said carefully, watching her reaction. When she didn’t respond defensively, he continued, emboldened. "If I were in his place, I would never have left my job. Not when it meant putting so much pressure on my beautiful wife. I would have cherished you, Shipra, and made sure you never had to bear the load alone. What’s the point of chasing dreams if you can’t be there to share those quiet, beautiful moments with the ones you love?"
His words cut through to a vulnerable part of her. Shipra’s face softened, the weight of her own doubts and struggles bubbling to the surface. She in the recent years of her marriage had started feeling alone, wrestling with the demands placed on her by Alok’s choices.
"I… I sometimes wonder the same," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "I know Alok did what he thought was best for us, but as you said… what’s the point of it all if you can’t be there to enjoy the little moments together? As a life partner I will always support him, but I am also human. The least he could have done was support me in return and cared for my dreams and desires as well."
Patode’s words resonated with thoughts she’d kept locked away, thoughts she hadn’t never given much importance. But the recent pressures of her life had been chipping away at her resilience, and with Patode now in the present moment, she felt strangely comfortable sharing these thoughts. Patode with his support and manipulative words was proving to be someone who seemed to understand her in a way Alok hadn’t for some time.
Patode leaned back slightly, sensing her openness, a small, knowing smile forming on his lips. He was aware of the power his words had over her, and he carefully maintained the tone of reassurance, wanting to capitalize on her vulnerability.
"Exactly," Patode said, nodding in agreement. "It’s fine to dream of a fulfilling life, but not if it means sacrificing your own desires or letting the present slip away."
He leaned in slightly, his tone warm yet assertive. "That’s why I live by the principle of no regrets, no restraints. I go after what I want, openly and unapologetically. That’s why Namrata and I clicked from the start and have such a good chemistry. To society, our relationship or fling might come across as reckless or inappropriate. But does it matter, Shipra? Will this moment, this time in our lives, ever come again?"
His words hung in the air as he looked at her with an intense conviction. "There’s no need to feel so down, Shipra ma’am," Patode said with quiet assurance. "I’ll always stand by you because I believe in your strength and capabilities." His voice was steady, unwavering, a firm belief wrapped in his words.
Then his expression shifted, a playful glint in his eyes. "And, of course, for the rewards you promised me," he added, giving her a quick wink, his tone turning mischievous.
"Haha… you’re impossible, Patode," Shipra laughed, his playful comment catching her off guard. She felt a wave of relief, grateful for the chance to unburden her feelings, and even more so for his calm, supportive presence. Her laughter faded as she looked into Patode’s eyes, her heart beating a little faster, she felt a wave of affection for Patode in that moment.
Noticing her softened expression, Patode sensed her defenses lowering. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips approaching hers, but he paused, hovering just inches away, silently seeking her response. Shipra’s breath caught as she closed her eyes, giving him her silent consent.
Patode needed no further encouragement. With that, Patode closed the final gap, gently brushing his lips against hers. The kiss was soft and tender at first, a careful exploration that soon deepened, fueled by a mutual longing. Their movements became more intense, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the moment.
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Namrata sighed as she stretched at her desk, rubbing her tired eyes and glancing at the clock. It was well past 1 a.m., and she had finally wrapped up her project work for the night. Leaning back, she murmured, "Alright, Namrata, time to call it a night."
But just as she was about to turn in, a thought crossed her mind. "I wonder if Patode’s still up," she mused, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. A twinge of warmth and excitement surged through her body. Feeling horny her hand, as if guided by its own desires, trailed down her body making its way between her legs, a spark of arousal building within.
Quietly, she stood up, slipping out of her shorts with a playful sense of freedom. She tiptoed out of her room, careful not to make a sound as she padded down the hallway. As she neared Shipra's room, though, she caught the faintest hint of sounds that made her pause.
At first, she wasn’t sure what she was hearing, but as she drew closer, the muffled voices and soft gasps grew clearer, carrying through the door with unmistakable intensity.
"Ahhhhhh… Oh my God…fuckkkk" came Shipra’s voice, filled with passion, each word edged with breathless need.
Namrata’s heart raced as she listened, her curiosity piqued. She found herself rooted in place, her senses heightening with every faint sound she overheard. Though it was clear, she couldn't believe her ears.
"Mmmhhhhh… Unnghhhhhh…" Shipra’s moans grew in volume, her voice laced with pleasure, each sound reaching Namrata and stirring a mix of emotions she hadn’t anticipated.
"…Patode… you’ll make me… ohhhh…cummm."
End of Chapter 24: A tender deceit: Part 1: Comfort in sin
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