05-12-2024, 08:01 PM
Chapter 27: Patode's Game: Part 1 : Lust, Lies and Power
"Where the hell have you been, Patode? I've been trying to reach you since last night!." Saad Hasan roared, slamming his hand on the armrest of his wooden chair. His voice echoed through the hall, each syllable dripping with fury. His jaw clenched tightly, and his nostrils flared as his dark eyes bore into Patode, who sat across from him with an infuriatingly calm demeanor. Saad's frustration was palpable, his face flushed with the sting of recent humiliation. "I always had a hunch you were after my position, but I thought you'd face me like a man. Instead, you resort to cheap tricks like some damn coward!"
After an intense, heated sex with Shipra in storeroom of their branch that left him thoroughly satiated and satisfied his depraved cravings, Patode finally made his move. Fully composed and exuding an air of cold satisfaction, he now stepped into Saad’s domain, ready to set the final act of his elaborate plan to get rid of him into motion.
Patode had purposefully kept Saad at bay, ignoring his frantic attempts at contact. He knew exactly how to play him. Saad’s impulsive nature and brutish mentality made him easy to manipulate, and Patode had carefully fanned the flames of his frustration. The waiting game was over. Saad was agitated, his paranoia sharpened to a deadly edge—a perfect state of mind for landing the final blow. Patode tilted his head slightly, his expression unruffled. "What are you talking about, Saad bhai? I don't get it," he replied, his voice smooth, almost amused.
Saad’s fists clenched. His entire body vibrated with barely restrained rage. "Don’t you dare play innocent with me!" he snarled, leaning forward in his chair, his face now inches from Patode’s. "It was your plan, wasn’t it? You set me up! You knew exactly what you were doing when you planted the idea of dealing with that girl. You baited me into abducting her, knowing full well the repercussions associated with it. And then you ran to the MLA, pretending to be the righteous whistleblower! Clever move—I'll give you that. You knew the girl's backward caste status would stir up a storm, and now the whole damn party is breathing down my neck. You think you’ve outsmarted me, don’t you?"
Patode’s lips curled into a faint smile. He crossed one leg over the other, exuding an air of smug satisfaction. "Yes, I informed MLA sir," he admitted, his tone annoyingly composed. "And yes, I knew Sanju was from a backward caste. But let's get one thing straight, Saad—I never told you to abduct her. I suggested you 'handle' the situation, true, but my advice was simple. A little scare, maybe rough her family up, ransack their home—just enough to send a clear message. But you? You chose a far darker path. You let your own vices dictate your actions. And now you want to pin this on me?"
Patode leaned back, his eyes glinting with cold calculation. "Don't mind my words Saad bhai but your impulsiveness, your… dark depraved craving for young girls —they’ve always been your shortcomings. If you had even a shred of self-control, you would have known better. You could’ve staged an accident, made it look like a random act of violence. Hell, you could’ve handled this cleanly, but no—you had to satisfy your own twisted desires first. And now you're paying the price."
Saad’s face contorted with rage, his hand trembling as it gripped the armrest leaning back, he struggled to compose himself, but Patode's unflinching words struck deep, each one peeling back the layers of his pride to expose the harsh, undeniable truth. Finally, with an explosive gesture, he threw his hands in the air, a scowl of disapproval etched across his face.
“You think I’ll let this slide, Patode?” Saad growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble that seemed to shake the very walls. “This incident has shattered my reputation. My control over these village scum is slipping, and they’re starting to think I’m weak. Do you know what message it sends when I let that girl walk away? That I—Saad Hasan—was scared. And worse, scared of a woman. That, Patode, is unacceptable!”
Patode spoke calmly, "You cannot do anything about it now Saad Bhai," his voice measured and deliberate, "I mean the situation is already too hot, and with the elections looming, the last thing we need is more scrutiny. So I suggest you swallow your pride and stop thinking about doing anything rash with that girl. Word is, a new SHO is taking over in Ambruj. We can't afford to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves."
Patode’s words were carefully chosen, each one laced with subtle provocations. He knew Saad well enough to predict his reactions. Suggesting caution would inevitably prick at Saad’s ego, making him feel as though retreating was an act of cowardice. And Saad, with his deeply ingrained need to assert dominance, would be unlikely to follow such advice. Instead, he would take it as a challenge, a reason to reassert his image as the unchallenged boss of the area.
As expected, Saad took the bait. His eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a sneer. “So that’s your plan, is it?” he spat. “You think I should play it safe while you cozy up to the MLA and position yourself as his favorite? You want to take over my seat, licking his boots while I sit in the shadows?”
Patode’s smirk widened, though his tone remained carefully neutral. “That’s not what I’m saying, Saad bhai. I’m merely stating the facts. And the fact is, if you want to salvage your reputation and maintain your terror, the girl has to die. But you and I both know you can’t lay a finger on her without risking the MLA’s support,” he said, his words laced with a subtle, mocking edge.
Saad’s expression darkened, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Sanju will die, Patode............................
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Sanju will die, Patode. If not today, then after the elections. And I’ll make sure her entire family pays the price. Their deaths will be so gruesome that no one in Ambruj will dare to defy me again. And as for you—don’t think you’re untouchable. If I even suspect you’re plotting against me, you’ll regret it.
Patode’s face remained unreadable, he calmly pressed the pause button on his phone, stopping the recording. He sat in a corner of a shady local bar, his usual spot, across from Bhiva. The air was thick with the smell of stale liquor and cigarette smoke. Bhiva, however, didn’t seem to notice. His face contorted with rage as he listened to Saad’s words. The chair screeched against the floor as he abruptly stood, his foot lashing out to kick it away.
“That motherfucker! That son of a bitch Saad Hasan!” Bhiva roared, his voice echoing through the bar. His nostrils flared, his chest heaved, and his bloodshot eyes gleamed with unrestrained fury. “I’ll kill that bastard right now, Patode bhau. Don’t even try to stop me today!”
Patode remained seated, his demeanor calm, almost detached, as he swirled the last of his drink in his glass. “I won’t stop you, Bhiva,” he said, his tone steady. “But first, hear me out for just a second.”
“There’s nothing to hear!” Bhiva snapped, slamming his fists on the table. “He's a threat to my family bhau and for that he has to die, bhau. Just tell me where to find that piece of shit, and I’ll deal with him myself.”
Patode raised a hand, a gesture more to steady the room than to pacify the raging storm in Bhiva. “I get it, Bhiva. Trust me, I do. But if you want to take Saad down, you need a plan.”
Bhiva clenched his fists, his breathing ragged, but he didn’t interrupt. Seeing his chance, Patode leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I have a plan, Bhiva. Saad isn’t just a threat to Sanju and her family; he’s a threat to me as well. I went there to smooth things over, and he turned on me too. The man’s gone too far, and it’s time for his reign to end.”
Bhiva’s eyes narrowed, his anger shifting into something more calculating. “What’s the plan, bhau?”
Patode downed his drink in one swift motion, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I’ll give you the time and place. When the moment’s right, I’ll make sure he’s exactly where we need him to be. You just need to be ready. Together, we’ll make sure he doesn’t see it coming.”
Bhiva nodded, his rage tempered now by a burning resolve. Patode rose from his seat, clapping a hand on Bhiva’s shoulder. “Good. Trust me, Bhiva. This will be the end of Saad Hasan.”
As Bhiva stormed out of the bar, his purpose clear, Patode lingered for a moment, watching him go. How easy it is to manipulate these fools, he mused, his mind already racing ahead.
Then, with a smirk, he dialled a number on his phone. His voice turned smooth and calculated as the call connected.
“Salim bhai, how’s business?” he began, his tone dripping with charm. “Listen, I’ve got an interesting proposition for you. Can we meet at your new dhaba? I think you’ll find this opportunity... providing both physical and mental satisfaction.”
After receiving a positive response, Patode’s grin widened. He ended the call, slipped the phone back into his pocket, and stood up. With everything falling neatly into place, Patode indulged in a rare moment of self-satisfaction. The intricate web he had spun was tightening perfectly around both his targets. Saad’s downfall was imminent, and Bhiva, blinded by rage, would unknowingly do his dirty work. But as much as the thought of Saad’s destruction pleased him, another, darker desire burned even hotter within him.
Shipra.
The night was far from over and the alcohol coursing through his veins only heightened his arousal as his mind wandered to her. A familiar heat pooled in his groin, and his pulse quickened at the thought of what he would make her do next. He had already laid the groundwork, slowly chipping away at her defenses, weaving a web of control and dependency so tight that soon she wouldn’t know where her will ended and his began.
In his mind, he could already see her, eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire, mouth wide open moaning his name, her body betraying her under his touch and her married cunt begging to be drilled. What he desired the most was turning Shipra into an obedient, willing slut, ready to fulfill his every twisted fantasy and depraved fetishes. Tonight, he would test her limits again, humiliating her further into accepting him as the only man capable of satisfying her.
Patode left the bar, the faint smile never leaving his lips. The streets of Ambruj were quiet, but his mind was alive with anticipation. Two games were in motion, each feeding a different aspect of his dark, insatiable hunger. On one hand, there was the impending demise of Saad Hasan, a carefully orchestrated downfall that would solidify Patode’s power. On the other, the subjugation of Shipra, a deeply personal conquest that fed his need for dominance on a more intimate, depraved level.
As he walked, the cool night air did little to temper the fire burning inside him. He thrived in the shadows, where power and control were his to wield, and tonight, both his schemes would take another step toward their inevitable conclusion.
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"Hi Alok, how are you? How’s Aarav?" Shipra asked, her voice laced with an almost forced excitement as she sat cross-legged in her room, her laptop perched on a pillow for their video call.
"We’re fine," Alok replied, his tone lukewarm. "Aarav’s been missing you a lot."
Shipra smiled, but Alok’s lack of enthusiasm didn’t escape her. His face held a tension she couldn’t ignore, his eyes clouded with something unresolved.
"And how about you, Alok? Don't you miss me?" she ventured, her own expression faltering slightly under the weight of guilt she carried.
"Me too, Shipra," he replied, his voice stiff. "Obviously. Tell me, how’s everything going there? Are you still pursuing that investigation?"
"Yes, everything’s fine," Shipra said, her tone too quick, too rehearsed. "The investigation had some setbacks, but we’re making progress. I’m confident things will come through."
"We?" Alok’s eyebrows rose slightly.
Shipra hesitated for a split second before responding, choosing her words carefully. "Yes. I hit a roadblock, so I had to involve one of our staff members, Mr. Patode. He’s been incredibly resourceful and… supportive. Not just with the investigation but in managing the branch operations overall." She emphasized the word supportive, a jab at his unsupportive attitude.
Alok’s eyes narrowed slightly, picking up on her subtle jab. "I told you this wasn’t something you could handle," Alok replied with another comment on her capabilities instead of apologizing to her. "But who exactly is this Patode fellow?"
"He’s the field officer of the Kasegoan branch," Shipra replied not amused at his comment.
"I see," Alok said, his tone betraying his unease. His mind briefly returned to Namrata’s conversation with Rahul. "And Namrata? When is she leaving?"
"She’s fine," Shipra said, deflecting. "I’m not sure when she’ll leave. Why? Don’t you want me to have company?" her tone becoming a little hostile hurt by Alok's insensitivity.
"It’s not that…" Alok began, fidgeting slightly. He decided to confront her. "It’s just that I overheard something the other day. Namrata was talking to Rahul, and she mentioned something about you… having found someone to..."
Before Alok could complete his words, Aarav’s voice broke through from Alok’s side.
"Mummy! Mummy! Where are you? I want you to come back or take me with you! Papa’s always busy, and no one plays with me! I won’t talk to you if you don’t come home soon!"
Shipra’s face lit up, her guilt momentarily washed away by the sight of her son. She leaned closer to the screen, cooing softly as she tried to pacify him. For the next ten minutes, she was lost in conversation with Aarav, her motherly affection filling the void.
When Aarav finally ran off, Alok took the phone again, ready to pick up where he left off. But before he could, Namrata entered Shipra’s room, her presence casual yet deliberate.
"Hey Alok, how are you?" Namrata called out, settling behind Shipra and waving at the screen. "How’s the preparation going? I hope you’re not living like a bachelor—drinking and hooking up with chicks while Shipra’s away."
Alok’s face darkened. "Relax, Namrata," she added with a laugh, catching his glare. "I’m just joking."
"All good here," Alok replied curtly. His eyes shifted back to Shipra. "I was just asking Shipra when you’d be leaving. I hope you’ve switched jobs by now."
Namrata smirked, leaning slightly closer to Shipra, as if to make her presence more prominent. "Not yet. I’ll be here for a few more weeks—maybe even a month. Still serving my notice period." She tilted her head, feigning curiosity. "Why, Alok? Want to get rid of me? Or are you worried I’ll rub off on your wife and corrupt her with my thinking?
Alok clenched his jaw, his discomfort evident. "It’s nothing like that," he said stiffly. "I was just asking."
"Oh, relax, Alok," Namrata said with a sly smile, her tone light but deliberate. "I’m just pulling your leg. Besides, I’m giving Shipra all the support she needs in this tough posting." She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she leaned forward, making sure she had Alok’s full attention. "I’ve already told you Alok—there’s no need to worry about her. I’m taking good care of Shipra, and with Mr. Patode's occasional assistance, we're both managing just fine in the rural setting, especially Shipra. In fact, just last night, Mr. Patode took care of Shipra..... in relieving some of the stress She had been dealing for a while. Of course, it was related to some official work."
Namrata chuckled softly, her tone carrying a hint of mockery, the double meaning in her words hanging in the air like a challenge.
The room fell silent for a beat. Alok’s unease deepened, his mind racing. He knew she was toying with him, but there was an undertone in her voice that sent a chill down his spine. He couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was being left unsaid—something he wasn’t meant to know.
Meanwhile, Shipra avoided Alok's gaze and gave Namrata a angry look, her fingers fidgeting nervously with the edge of her dupatta. Her silence spoke volumes.
"Take care, Alok. We'll catch up later," Namrata said as she stood, her focus shifting to Shipra. "Shipra, I need to have a word with you. Come to my room when you’re done here," she added, her tone leaving little room for delay, before leaving without another glance.
Shipra turned back to the screen, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. "Okay, Alok, let’s talk some other time. You should get Aarav to bed. Tell him I’ll be there next week for sure. Love you, take care, bye," she said hurriedly, her mind already drifting to whatever Namrata wanted to discuss.
"Yeah, I should. Love you too. We’ll talk later. Take care, good night," Alok replied, his voice tinged with a lingering hesitation. The words he had meant to say—his doubts, his concerns—remained unspoken.
As the call ended, Alok stared at his phone, fidgeting with it absentmindedly. Maybe I’m just overthinking, he told himself, trying to push aside the uneasy feeling that gnawed at him. Shipra would never do something reckless, no matter how much Namrata tries to influence her.
But the doubt lingered, refusing to be fully silenced.
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"Come on in, Shipra! Look, Tai sent some puran poli for us," Namrata said, her eyes lighting up as she held up the neatly wrapped treat. "That brat Swapnil brought it from his uncle's house. Here, have a bite," she added, grinning as she tore off a piece and held it out.
"Swapnil’s back?" Shipra asked, letting out a small sigh of relief as she stepped into the room.
Namrata’s brow arched, catching Shipra’s tone immediately. "What are you sighing about? He’s Alok’s partner in crime. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was in on their plan. Just you wait, I’ll give him a piece of my mind when I see him!" Namrata’s playful anger flared as she shot Shipra a mock glare.
"No, it’s nothing," Shipra replied quickly, trying to downplay her reaction. But inside, the relief she felt wasn’t because Swapnil was back in town. His presence meant that Patode's liberties which he enjoyed in the last few days would likely be gone, giving her the excuse she needed to put some distance between them. Things with Patode had escalated too quickly, and after today’s encounter, she felt a growing unease.
His actions had crossed into the realm of humiliation, and what unsettled her most was her own reaction—she hadn’t just allowed it; she had enjoyed it. A dangerous thrill had coursed through her veins, and the memory of her submission gnawed at her conscience. She feared that if she continued down this path, she might reach a point of no return. And then there was Alok. The guilt of betraying him loomed large, making Swapnil’s arrival feel like a temporary reprieve and a chance for her to reign her wild side from taking over.
"I don’t think Swapnil was involved in that heinous act. He’s not like Alokk," Shipra said softly as she sat down on the bed opposite Namrata, reaching for a piece of the puran poli. "So, what was it you wanted to talk about?" she asked, hoping to steer the conversation into safer territory.
Namrata’s eyes sparkled mischievously, and she wasted no time. "Well, I’ll get straight to the point," she said, leaning in slightly. "How was the sex with Patode? How many times did he make you cum? And did you let him cum inside you?" she asked, her voice low but brimming with shameless curiosity.
Shipra’s eyes widened in shock. "Cough… Cough…" she choked, her hand flying to her mouth as she struggled to swallow the bite of puran poli.
Namrata laughed, patting Shipra’s back as she doubled over. "Easy, easy! You might be an expert at deep-throating Patode’s cock, but that doesn’t mean you have to take such a massive bite of puran poli," she teased, her laughter bubbling over as Shipra finally caught her breath.
"Oh my God, Namrata!" Shipra gasped, her face flushed both from coughing and from embarrassment. "Do you always have to be so blunt?"
"Of course, darling," Namrata said smoothly, unfazed by Shipra’s shocked expression. "What’s the point of beating around the bush when we both know exactly what’s going on? You might as well spill the details—it’s not like I’m judging." She leaned back, her smirk deepening, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Although… I did catch a glimpse of you two in action last night. But I’m dying to hear the juicy details from your own mouth. Come on, tell me how supportive Patode has been. I bet he didn’t just keep it to last night, did he? Probably tried something at the branch too. He was pretty worked up this morning. Fucked me real hard before he left, actually."
Shipra’s eyes widened in horror, her face flushing. "You’re so shameless, Namrata. Even more perverted than Patode," she snapped, her voice low but laced with a mix of embarrassment and frustration.
Namrata chuckled, entirely unbothered by the accusation. "Guilty as charged," she replied with a shrug. "But come on, Shipra. Don’t act all high and mighty with me. I saw you last night—moaning and squirming in pleasure under Patode, getting rammed by his monster dick like you were born for it. You weren’t exactly fighting him off." Her voice dropped to a playful whisper, her words deliberate and cutting. "It’s not like this is the first time we’ve talked about your sex life Shipra, is it? I’ve heard all about your escapades—from Viresh to Alok. So stop pretending and spill it. How was it?"
Shipra’s stern expression faltered for a moment, her resolve shaken by Namrata’s unapologetic bluntness. "It’s different this time," she muttered, trying to regain control of the conversation. "And you shouldn’t have been watching."
"Different?" Namrata raised an eyebrow, leaning forward with genuine curiosity. "How so? Was it better? Wilder? Did he make you feel things Alok never could?" She grinned wickedly. "And as for watching… well, can you blame me? You two were putting on quite the show."
Shipra sighed heavily, knowing Namrata wouldn’t let up. She hesitated, her thoughts tangled between shame and the lingering thrill of last night. Namrata’s probing gaze felt invasive but also oddly comforting—there was no pretense, no judgment, just raw, unfiltered curiosity.
"It was…" Shipra began, her voice barely above a whisper. She stopped herself, biting her lip, unsure if she could even put the experience into words.
Namrata’s smirk softened into a look of quiet understanding as she leaned forward, her voice lowering to a soothing, almost hypnotic tone. "Relax, Shipra," she said, her words laced with a calculated warmth. "You don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready. But I want you to remember one thing: you haven’t done anything wrong. Before being a wife, you’re a woman first. And as a woman, you have every right to fulfill your desires, your needs. It’s not selfish, it’s natural."
Shipra’s eyes flickered with a mix of uncertainty and longing, her guard slowly crumbling. "But Namrata," she whispered, her voice trembling, "what I’ve done… it’s wrong. I’ve broken every vow, every commitment I made to Alok. I’ve betrayed him, betrayed our marriage. How can I just ignore that? I think… I think I need to stop all of this, now, before it’s too late." Her voice cracked, the weight of her guilt spilling over as she finally voiced her inner torment.
Namrata leaned in closer, her gaze sharp but empathetic. "And what about Alok, Shipra? What about his vows?" she asked pointedly, her tone soft but unyielding. "Has he lived up to them? Has he provided for you and Aarav the way a husband and father should? No. Has he supported you in your work, stood by you when you needed him most? No. Has he fulfilled your desires, made you feel like a woman, not just a wife and mother? No."
Shipra opened her mouth to respond, but Namrata didn’t give her the chance. She pressed on, her words deliberate and cutting. "Why is it that the burden of keeping vows always falls on the woman? Why must you sacrifice your happiness, your needs, while he gets to hide behind the facade of a dutiful husband? Yes, what you’re doing might not be moral by societal standards, but it’s not immoral either. You’re not doing this out of selfishness or sheer physical lust. You’re doing this for your family’s future, for survival. If anything, you’ve made the hard choices Alok has failed to make."
Shipra looked away, her hands fidgeting in her lap as Namrata’s words sank in. She wanted to protest, to cling to the moral high ground she had always upheld. But a part of her—a part she wasn’t ready to fully acknowledge—knew there was truth in what Namrata was saying.
Namrata softened her tone further, sensing Shipra’s inner conflict. "Look," she continued, "the deed is done. There’s no point in dwelling on it or punishing yourself. What you need to ask yourself now is this: Did you feel pleasure? Did Patode give you something you’ve been missing? Something Alok has never given you?"
The room fell into a heavy silence. Shipra’s thoughts churned, her guilt wrestling with the undeniable truth of her physical and emotional fulfillment. She hesitated, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, her eyes glistening with unspoken acknowledgment.
Namrata smiled, not smugly but with a quiet sense of victory. "See" she said softly. "You don’t have to answer me. Just be honest with yourself. Whatever you’re feeling—guilt, excitement, regret—it’s all valid. But don’t let it consume you. You’re not alone in this, Shipra. And you don’t have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders."
Shipra sighed deeply, the tension in her body easing slightly. For now, she wasn’t ready to fully confront her choices, but Namrata’s presence, unconventional and unapologetic, offered a strange sense of comfort.
"But the thing with Patode is getting out of hand, Namrata," Shipra finally confessed, her voice trembling as she broke the silence. The weight of her secret had become unbearable.
Namrata’s brows shot up in interest. "Why? What happened? Did he try something in the office?" she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and excitement, her body leaning slightly forward.
Shipra hesitated, her face flushing with a mix of shame and arousal. "He… we had sex again," she blurted out hurriedly. "In the storeroom. At my office." The words felt like an admission of guilt as she clenched her fists nervously.
Namrata's jaw dropped in exaggerated disbelief. "What?!" she exclaimed, her voice a blend of shock and amusement. "You little slut! Right there in your office, with your staff just outside? And in a saree, no less? Damn, Shipra, things really are spiraling out of control." She chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief.
Shipra buried her face in her hands, her voice muffled. "I don’t know what came over me, Namrata. It’s like I lost all sense of reason. He was upset… said something about me not appreciating his feelings, about how we should stop this ‘reward and task’ nonsense. One moment we were arguing, and the next, we were kissing. And before I knew it..." She trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper. "I lifted my saree and let him… let him have me."
Namrata couldn’t help but laugh, though her laughter was tinged with incredulity. "You, Shipra, in the middle of your office, no less! Honestly, I’m impressed. It’s risky, but I bet it was thrilling. The real question is—how on earth did you keep those moans of yours down?"
Shipra shook her head, still overwhelmed. "That’s not even the worst part, Namrata," she said, her voice shaking. "He made me do things I’d never even imagined. Things that made me feel so… degraded." Her hands fidgeted nervously with the edge of her dupatta.
Namrata’s eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Oh my God," she gasped dramatically. "Did he make you swallow? Or worse—did he creampie you?" She leaned closer, eyes wide with mock horror.
Shipra recoiled slightly, her face contorting in disgust. "God, no! I’m not a whore, Namrata," she snapped, though her tone softened quickly. "It wasn’t that… but it wasn’t much better, either."
Namrata leaned back, crossing her arms. "Alright, spill. What did he do?"
Shipra hesitated again, her voice dropping to barely a whisper. "He… he shoved my wet panties into my mouth to muffle my moans," she admitted, her cheeks burning. "And after he finished—using a condom, thankfully—he tied it up and…" She faltered, swallowing hard. "He shoved it back inside me. I had to carry it all the way to the bathroom to flush it out."
Namrata’s eyes widened, and for a moment, even she seemed taken aback. But then, a slow smirk crept onto her face. "Well, that is depraved," she admitted, shaking her head. "But honestly, I’m not surprised. He did something similar to me the first time we hooked up. It’s his thing, degrading women while playing the dominant bull. Some men gets off on it."
Shipra looked away, her shame and guilt warring with the lingering arousal from recalling the incident. "I don’t know how I let it get this far," she muttered. "I feel so… ashamed."
Namrata placed a hand on Shipra’s shoulder, her tone softening slightly. "Look, Shipra, you’re exploring a side of yourself you’ve kept buried for years. It’s natural to feel conflicted. But don’t let shame consume you. You’re allowed to feel pleasure, even if it comes in unconventional ways. The important thing is to own your choices and learn from them. Whether you continue or stop, that’s up to you. Just know you’re not alone in this. I am always with you and your secrets are safe with me."
Shipra nodded slowly, grateful for Namrata’s unflinching support, even if her words didn’t erase the storm of emotions swirling within her.
“And with me as well,” came a deep, familiar voice from the doorway, startling both Shipra and Namrata. Patode leaned casually against the doorframe, his signature smirk in place. “Can I have a bite of that? It looks delicious,” he added, stepping into the room without waiting for an invitation.
Shipra’s heart skipped a beat, her face immediately clouding with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. “Patode, what are you doing here?” she demanded, her tone sharp. “Swapnil is back, so you should really limit your visits. We don’t need any unnecessary suspicion.”
Patode raised his hands in mock surrender, feigning a wounded expression. “Whoa, Shipra ma’am, relax,” he said with exaggerated innocence. “I’m not here to trouble you. I had my fill at the office,” he added, the sly smile on his face betraying his double meaning.
Namrata stifled a laugh, finding his audacity amusing, while Shipra glared at him, clearly unamused. “So why are you here, unannounced?” Shipra shot back, her voice laced with irritation.
Patode took a seat beside Namrata, helping himself to a piece of the puran poli. He chewed thoughtfully before finally speaking, his tone surprisingly sincere. “Actually, I came to apologize,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “I went a little overboard this afternoon in the branch.”
Shipra blinked, taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. Patode’s usual cocky arrogance was replaced by a softer, almost vulnerable tone.
“I have this… dominant streak,” he continued, his eyes briefly meeting hers. “It’s something I’ve struggled to control, especially in the heat of the moment. I get pleasure from pushing boundaries, from making women do things they’d never imagine. I don’t know if it’s primal or some psychological issue, but ever since my wife left me…” He paused, his voice dropping. “It’s like something broke inside me. I didn’t mean to humiliate you today, Shipra. I hope you understand.”
Shipra’s irritation began to waver, replaced by a mix of sympathy and confusion. She wasn’t sure what to say.
Patode turned to Namrata. “You can ask her. I’ve been the same way with her. It’s not personal—it’s just who I’ve become. But with you, Shipra… a married woman, elegant, beautiful… I couldn’t control myself this morning. You’re like a forbidden fruit, and I let my impulses get the better of me.”
The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in. Shipra had been prepared to confront him, to tell him she needed space, maybe even to end whatever this was between them. But now, faced with his seemingly genuine apology and vulnerability, her resolve wavered.
Namrata, ever the provocateur, broke the silence. “Well, I’ll give him this—he’s consistent,” she said with a smirk. “Patode’s been just as depraved with me, but he’s also never crossed a line without making it clear where he stands.”
Patode shot Namrata a grateful glance before returning his gaze to Shipra. “I’m not not perfect Shipra, I have my flaws. But I care for you two,” he said softly. “I just wanted to explain myself. If you want some space or even decide it is all too much for you, I will understand. But I’d hate for a misunderstanding to ruin whatever we have between us."
Shipra’s mind raced. She had spent the entire afternoon chastising herself, convinced she needed to put an end to this dangerous liaison. But now, with Patode laying bare his flaws and Namrata offering her usual unbiased support, the decision didn’t seem as clear-cut.
"Anyway, I met Swapnil on the way up," Patode said, smoothly changing the subject. "I don’t think he was involved in yesterday’s incident. I even tried to scare him a bit—threatened to tell his Tai about his and Alok’s so-called ‘activities.’ But it turns out he hasn’t been in touch with Alok for a while now."
"Yeah, I was just telling Namrata the same thing," Shipra said, her shoulders easing slightly. "Swapnil’s a decent kid; he just got mixed up with the wrong crowd."
"I wouldn’t trust him so easily," Namrata interjected, her tone skeptical. "But let’s move on. I have some news for you both."
"What is it?" Patode asked, his interest piqued.
Namrata leaned forward, a glint of excitement in her eyes. “I’ll have to head to Mumbai on Saturday. I got a job offer, and they’ve called me in for salary negotiations and a final interview on Monday.”
“That’s amazing, Namrata!” Shipra exclaimed, but her enthusiasm quickly faded as reality set in. “But that means…I’ll be all alone,” she added, her voice tinged with disappointment.
Namrata reached out, placing a comforting hand on Shipra’s arm. “Not necessarily,” she said reassuringly. “The company is open to work-from-home arrangements. Once everything is sorted, I’ll be back in just a few days. I’m not abandoning you, Shipra.”
Shipra gave a small smile, her spirits lifting slightly. “That’s good to hear. But still, next week I'll be alone.”
"Don’t worry, Shipra ma’am. I’ll keep you company," Patode chimed in quickly, a sly smile creeping onto his face.
"You’d love that, wouldn’t you?" Shipra replied, fixing him with a mock-serious look. "Just because you apologized doesn’t mean everything’s fine. What you pulled today was reckless and humiliating. You’re on thin ice, Patode. Watch your step." Her tone softened at the end, adding a teasing edge.
Patode grinned, unbothered. "Come on, you know how hard it was for me to apologize. And with Namrata gone, who’s going to take care of my little boy?" He gestured dramatically toward his crotch, feigning concern.
Namrata burst out laughing, quickly joined by Shipra. "Oh, please! It’s not little by any means," Namrata said between laughs. "You should probably call it your One-eyed monster or Moby dick. Right, Shipra?" She held up her hand, and Shipra slapped it in agreement, both of them now in fits of laughter.
Patode leaned back, his smug smile widening as he reveled in the playful banter. "Call it whatever you like, but this little monster has been keeping both of your cunts more than satisfied. Isn’t that right?" His voice was laced with arrogant confidence, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "And if either of you needs a reminder, just say the word. This monster can make you both scream in minutes. All you have to do..." He paused for effect, his gaze dropping suggestively. "...is show a little skin."
"Ugh, you’re incorrigible, Patode," Shipra said, shaking her head, though the hint of a smile tugged at her lips. "Is there no end to your insatiable appetite?"
"Not when I have two stunning, irresistible women like you," Patode shot back smoothly. "You’ve both spoiled me, opening your legs for my one-eyed monster whenever I want. How could I ever resist?" His tone was teasing, but his eyes carried a predatory gleam.
Shipra sighed, feigning exasperation, though a faint blush betrayed her. "Your lewd, vulgar comments won’t get you lucky tonight, Patode," she muttered, casting a quick glance at Namrata, who was grinning mischievously, clearly enjoying the banter.
Patode chuckled, unbothered. “Relax, Shipra ma’am. That’s not why I’m here. Tonight, I’m here to play chauffeur,” he announced, leaning forward with a spark of excitement in his eyes. “Get ready, ladies—we’re going out for dinner.”
“Dinner? So suddenly? And where exactly?” Shipra asked, her tone laced with suspicion. She knew better than to trust Patode’s sudden plans without question.
Patode gave a reassuring smile. “No need to be so skeptical. One of our branch’s big customers just opened a dhaba (Desi restaurant) on the highway and invited us as a courtesy. And with Namrata getting a new job soon, I thought we could turn this into a little celebration. What do you say, Namrata?”
Namrata’s face lit up. “A treat? Count me in! It’s been ages since we dressed up and had some fun. Come on, Shipra, let’s do it!” she said, grabbing Shipra’s arm eagerly.
Shipra hesitated for a moment, then relented. “Fine. But no funny business, Patode,” she warned, standing up and pointing a finger at him.
Patode raised his hands in mock surrender, his face exaggeratedly serious. Then, with a theatrical sigh, he glanced down at his crotch and said in a mock disappointed tone, “Sorry, boy, no action tonight.” He looked back up at Shipra with a playful pout.
The room erupted in laughter, the tension easing as Namrata and Shipra giggled uncontrollably at Patode’s antics. But while the women were enjoying the lighthearted moment, Patode’s mind was already working on a darker plan. This wasn’t just a simple dinner outing. His decision to bring them both along was far from spontaneous, and the grin lingering on his face hinted at something far more sinister.
End of Chapter 27: Patode's Game: Part 1 : Lust, Lies and Power.
"Where the hell have you been, Patode? I've been trying to reach you since last night!." Saad Hasan roared, slamming his hand on the armrest of his wooden chair. His voice echoed through the hall, each syllable dripping with fury. His jaw clenched tightly, and his nostrils flared as his dark eyes bore into Patode, who sat across from him with an infuriatingly calm demeanor. Saad's frustration was palpable, his face flushed with the sting of recent humiliation. "I always had a hunch you were after my position, but I thought you'd face me like a man. Instead, you resort to cheap tricks like some damn coward!"
After an intense, heated sex with Shipra in storeroom of their branch that left him thoroughly satiated and satisfied his depraved cravings, Patode finally made his move. Fully composed and exuding an air of cold satisfaction, he now stepped into Saad’s domain, ready to set the final act of his elaborate plan to get rid of him into motion.
Patode had purposefully kept Saad at bay, ignoring his frantic attempts at contact. He knew exactly how to play him. Saad’s impulsive nature and brutish mentality made him easy to manipulate, and Patode had carefully fanned the flames of his frustration. The waiting game was over. Saad was agitated, his paranoia sharpened to a deadly edge—a perfect state of mind for landing the final blow. Patode tilted his head slightly, his expression unruffled. "What are you talking about, Saad bhai? I don't get it," he replied, his voice smooth, almost amused.
Saad’s fists clenched. His entire body vibrated with barely restrained rage. "Don’t you dare play innocent with me!" he snarled, leaning forward in his chair, his face now inches from Patode’s. "It was your plan, wasn’t it? You set me up! You knew exactly what you were doing when you planted the idea of dealing with that girl. You baited me into abducting her, knowing full well the repercussions associated with it. And then you ran to the MLA, pretending to be the righteous whistleblower! Clever move—I'll give you that. You knew the girl's backward caste status would stir up a storm, and now the whole damn party is breathing down my neck. You think you’ve outsmarted me, don’t you?"
Patode’s lips curled into a faint smile. He crossed one leg over the other, exuding an air of smug satisfaction. "Yes, I informed MLA sir," he admitted, his tone annoyingly composed. "And yes, I knew Sanju was from a backward caste. But let's get one thing straight, Saad—I never told you to abduct her. I suggested you 'handle' the situation, true, but my advice was simple. A little scare, maybe rough her family up, ransack their home—just enough to send a clear message. But you? You chose a far darker path. You let your own vices dictate your actions. And now you want to pin this on me?"
Patode leaned back, his eyes glinting with cold calculation. "Don't mind my words Saad bhai but your impulsiveness, your… dark depraved craving for young girls —they’ve always been your shortcomings. If you had even a shred of self-control, you would have known better. You could’ve staged an accident, made it look like a random act of violence. Hell, you could’ve handled this cleanly, but no—you had to satisfy your own twisted desires first. And now you're paying the price."
Saad’s face contorted with rage, his hand trembling as it gripped the armrest leaning back, he struggled to compose himself, but Patode's unflinching words struck deep, each one peeling back the layers of his pride to expose the harsh, undeniable truth. Finally, with an explosive gesture, he threw his hands in the air, a scowl of disapproval etched across his face.
“You think I’ll let this slide, Patode?” Saad growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble that seemed to shake the very walls. “This incident has shattered my reputation. My control over these village scum is slipping, and they’re starting to think I’m weak. Do you know what message it sends when I let that girl walk away? That I—Saad Hasan—was scared. And worse, scared of a woman. That, Patode, is unacceptable!”
Patode spoke calmly, "You cannot do anything about it now Saad Bhai," his voice measured and deliberate, "I mean the situation is already too hot, and with the elections looming, the last thing we need is more scrutiny. So I suggest you swallow your pride and stop thinking about doing anything rash with that girl. Word is, a new SHO is taking over in Ambruj. We can't afford to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves."
Patode’s words were carefully chosen, each one laced with subtle provocations. He knew Saad well enough to predict his reactions. Suggesting caution would inevitably prick at Saad’s ego, making him feel as though retreating was an act of cowardice. And Saad, with his deeply ingrained need to assert dominance, would be unlikely to follow such advice. Instead, he would take it as a challenge, a reason to reassert his image as the unchallenged boss of the area.
As expected, Saad took the bait. His eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a sneer. “So that’s your plan, is it?” he spat. “You think I should play it safe while you cozy up to the MLA and position yourself as his favorite? You want to take over my seat, licking his boots while I sit in the shadows?”
Patode’s smirk widened, though his tone remained carefully neutral. “That’s not what I’m saying, Saad bhai. I’m merely stating the facts. And the fact is, if you want to salvage your reputation and maintain your terror, the girl has to die. But you and I both know you can’t lay a finger on her without risking the MLA’s support,” he said, his words laced with a subtle, mocking edge.
Saad’s expression darkened, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Sanju will die, Patode............................
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Sanju will die, Patode. If not today, then after the elections. And I’ll make sure her entire family pays the price. Their deaths will be so gruesome that no one in Ambruj will dare to defy me again. And as for you—don’t think you’re untouchable. If I even suspect you’re plotting against me, you’ll regret it.
Patode’s face remained unreadable, he calmly pressed the pause button on his phone, stopping the recording. He sat in a corner of a shady local bar, his usual spot, across from Bhiva. The air was thick with the smell of stale liquor and cigarette smoke. Bhiva, however, didn’t seem to notice. His face contorted with rage as he listened to Saad’s words. The chair screeched against the floor as he abruptly stood, his foot lashing out to kick it away.
“That motherfucker! That son of a bitch Saad Hasan!” Bhiva roared, his voice echoing through the bar. His nostrils flared, his chest heaved, and his bloodshot eyes gleamed with unrestrained fury. “I’ll kill that bastard right now, Patode bhau. Don’t even try to stop me today!”
Patode remained seated, his demeanor calm, almost detached, as he swirled the last of his drink in his glass. “I won’t stop you, Bhiva,” he said, his tone steady. “But first, hear me out for just a second.”
“There’s nothing to hear!” Bhiva snapped, slamming his fists on the table. “He's a threat to my family bhau and for that he has to die, bhau. Just tell me where to find that piece of shit, and I’ll deal with him myself.”
Patode raised a hand, a gesture more to steady the room than to pacify the raging storm in Bhiva. “I get it, Bhiva. Trust me, I do. But if you want to take Saad down, you need a plan.”
Bhiva clenched his fists, his breathing ragged, but he didn’t interrupt. Seeing his chance, Patode leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I have a plan, Bhiva. Saad isn’t just a threat to Sanju and her family; he’s a threat to me as well. I went there to smooth things over, and he turned on me too. The man’s gone too far, and it’s time for his reign to end.”
Bhiva’s eyes narrowed, his anger shifting into something more calculating. “What’s the plan, bhau?”
Patode downed his drink in one swift motion, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I’ll give you the time and place. When the moment’s right, I’ll make sure he’s exactly where we need him to be. You just need to be ready. Together, we’ll make sure he doesn’t see it coming.”
Bhiva nodded, his rage tempered now by a burning resolve. Patode rose from his seat, clapping a hand on Bhiva’s shoulder. “Good. Trust me, Bhiva. This will be the end of Saad Hasan.”
As Bhiva stormed out of the bar, his purpose clear, Patode lingered for a moment, watching him go. How easy it is to manipulate these fools, he mused, his mind already racing ahead.
Then, with a smirk, he dialled a number on his phone. His voice turned smooth and calculated as the call connected.
“Salim bhai, how’s business?” he began, his tone dripping with charm. “Listen, I’ve got an interesting proposition for you. Can we meet at your new dhaba? I think you’ll find this opportunity... providing both physical and mental satisfaction.”
After receiving a positive response, Patode’s grin widened. He ended the call, slipped the phone back into his pocket, and stood up. With everything falling neatly into place, Patode indulged in a rare moment of self-satisfaction. The intricate web he had spun was tightening perfectly around both his targets. Saad’s downfall was imminent, and Bhiva, blinded by rage, would unknowingly do his dirty work. But as much as the thought of Saad’s destruction pleased him, another, darker desire burned even hotter within him.
Shipra.
The night was far from over and the alcohol coursing through his veins only heightened his arousal as his mind wandered to her. A familiar heat pooled in his groin, and his pulse quickened at the thought of what he would make her do next. He had already laid the groundwork, slowly chipping away at her defenses, weaving a web of control and dependency so tight that soon she wouldn’t know where her will ended and his began.
In his mind, he could already see her, eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire, mouth wide open moaning his name, her body betraying her under his touch and her married cunt begging to be drilled. What he desired the most was turning Shipra into an obedient, willing slut, ready to fulfill his every twisted fantasy and depraved fetishes. Tonight, he would test her limits again, humiliating her further into accepting him as the only man capable of satisfying her.
Patode left the bar, the faint smile never leaving his lips. The streets of Ambruj were quiet, but his mind was alive with anticipation. Two games were in motion, each feeding a different aspect of his dark, insatiable hunger. On one hand, there was the impending demise of Saad Hasan, a carefully orchestrated downfall that would solidify Patode’s power. On the other, the subjugation of Shipra, a deeply personal conquest that fed his need for dominance on a more intimate, depraved level.
As he walked, the cool night air did little to temper the fire burning inside him. He thrived in the shadows, where power and control were his to wield, and tonight, both his schemes would take another step toward their inevitable conclusion.
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"Hi Alok, how are you? How’s Aarav?" Shipra asked, her voice laced with an almost forced excitement as she sat cross-legged in her room, her laptop perched on a pillow for their video call.
"We’re fine," Alok replied, his tone lukewarm. "Aarav’s been missing you a lot."
Shipra smiled, but Alok’s lack of enthusiasm didn’t escape her. His face held a tension she couldn’t ignore, his eyes clouded with something unresolved.
"And how about you, Alok? Don't you miss me?" she ventured, her own expression faltering slightly under the weight of guilt she carried.
"Me too, Shipra," he replied, his voice stiff. "Obviously. Tell me, how’s everything going there? Are you still pursuing that investigation?"
"Yes, everything’s fine," Shipra said, her tone too quick, too rehearsed. "The investigation had some setbacks, but we’re making progress. I’m confident things will come through."
"We?" Alok’s eyebrows rose slightly.
Shipra hesitated for a split second before responding, choosing her words carefully. "Yes. I hit a roadblock, so I had to involve one of our staff members, Mr. Patode. He’s been incredibly resourceful and… supportive. Not just with the investigation but in managing the branch operations overall." She emphasized the word supportive, a jab at his unsupportive attitude.
Alok’s eyes narrowed slightly, picking up on her subtle jab. "I told you this wasn’t something you could handle," Alok replied with another comment on her capabilities instead of apologizing to her. "But who exactly is this Patode fellow?"
"He’s the field officer of the Kasegoan branch," Shipra replied not amused at his comment.
"I see," Alok said, his tone betraying his unease. His mind briefly returned to Namrata’s conversation with Rahul. "And Namrata? When is she leaving?"
"She’s fine," Shipra said, deflecting. "I’m not sure when she’ll leave. Why? Don’t you want me to have company?" her tone becoming a little hostile hurt by Alok's insensitivity.
"It’s not that…" Alok began, fidgeting slightly. He decided to confront her. "It’s just that I overheard something the other day. Namrata was talking to Rahul, and she mentioned something about you… having found someone to..."
Before Alok could complete his words, Aarav’s voice broke through from Alok’s side.
"Mummy! Mummy! Where are you? I want you to come back or take me with you! Papa’s always busy, and no one plays with me! I won’t talk to you if you don’t come home soon!"
Shipra’s face lit up, her guilt momentarily washed away by the sight of her son. She leaned closer to the screen, cooing softly as she tried to pacify him. For the next ten minutes, she was lost in conversation with Aarav, her motherly affection filling the void.
When Aarav finally ran off, Alok took the phone again, ready to pick up where he left off. But before he could, Namrata entered Shipra’s room, her presence casual yet deliberate.
"Hey Alok, how are you?" Namrata called out, settling behind Shipra and waving at the screen. "How’s the preparation going? I hope you’re not living like a bachelor—drinking and hooking up with chicks while Shipra’s away."
Alok’s face darkened. "Relax, Namrata," she added with a laugh, catching his glare. "I’m just joking."
"All good here," Alok replied curtly. His eyes shifted back to Shipra. "I was just asking Shipra when you’d be leaving. I hope you’ve switched jobs by now."
Namrata smirked, leaning slightly closer to Shipra, as if to make her presence more prominent. "Not yet. I’ll be here for a few more weeks—maybe even a month. Still serving my notice period." She tilted her head, feigning curiosity. "Why, Alok? Want to get rid of me? Or are you worried I’ll rub off on your wife and corrupt her with my thinking?
Alok clenched his jaw, his discomfort evident. "It’s nothing like that," he said stiffly. "I was just asking."
"Oh, relax, Alok," Namrata said with a sly smile, her tone light but deliberate. "I’m just pulling your leg. Besides, I’m giving Shipra all the support she needs in this tough posting." She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she leaned forward, making sure she had Alok’s full attention. "I’ve already told you Alok—there’s no need to worry about her. I’m taking good care of Shipra, and with Mr. Patode's occasional assistance, we're both managing just fine in the rural setting, especially Shipra. In fact, just last night, Mr. Patode took care of Shipra..... in relieving some of the stress She had been dealing for a while. Of course, it was related to some official work."
Namrata chuckled softly, her tone carrying a hint of mockery, the double meaning in her words hanging in the air like a challenge.
The room fell silent for a beat. Alok’s unease deepened, his mind racing. He knew she was toying with him, but there was an undertone in her voice that sent a chill down his spine. He couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was being left unsaid—something he wasn’t meant to know.
Meanwhile, Shipra avoided Alok's gaze and gave Namrata a angry look, her fingers fidgeting nervously with the edge of her dupatta. Her silence spoke volumes.
"Take care, Alok. We'll catch up later," Namrata said as she stood, her focus shifting to Shipra. "Shipra, I need to have a word with you. Come to my room when you’re done here," she added, her tone leaving little room for delay, before leaving without another glance.
Shipra turned back to the screen, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. "Okay, Alok, let’s talk some other time. You should get Aarav to bed. Tell him I’ll be there next week for sure. Love you, take care, bye," she said hurriedly, her mind already drifting to whatever Namrata wanted to discuss.
"Yeah, I should. Love you too. We’ll talk later. Take care, good night," Alok replied, his voice tinged with a lingering hesitation. The words he had meant to say—his doubts, his concerns—remained unspoken.
As the call ended, Alok stared at his phone, fidgeting with it absentmindedly. Maybe I’m just overthinking, he told himself, trying to push aside the uneasy feeling that gnawed at him. Shipra would never do something reckless, no matter how much Namrata tries to influence her.
But the doubt lingered, refusing to be fully silenced.
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"Come on in, Shipra! Look, Tai sent some puran poli for us," Namrata said, her eyes lighting up as she held up the neatly wrapped treat. "That brat Swapnil brought it from his uncle's house. Here, have a bite," she added, grinning as she tore off a piece and held it out.
"Swapnil’s back?" Shipra asked, letting out a small sigh of relief as she stepped into the room.
Namrata’s brow arched, catching Shipra’s tone immediately. "What are you sighing about? He’s Alok’s partner in crime. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was in on their plan. Just you wait, I’ll give him a piece of my mind when I see him!" Namrata’s playful anger flared as she shot Shipra a mock glare.
"No, it’s nothing," Shipra replied quickly, trying to downplay her reaction. But inside, the relief she felt wasn’t because Swapnil was back in town. His presence meant that Patode's liberties which he enjoyed in the last few days would likely be gone, giving her the excuse she needed to put some distance between them. Things with Patode had escalated too quickly, and after today’s encounter, she felt a growing unease.
His actions had crossed into the realm of humiliation, and what unsettled her most was her own reaction—she hadn’t just allowed it; she had enjoyed it. A dangerous thrill had coursed through her veins, and the memory of her submission gnawed at her conscience. She feared that if she continued down this path, she might reach a point of no return. And then there was Alok. The guilt of betraying him loomed large, making Swapnil’s arrival feel like a temporary reprieve and a chance for her to reign her wild side from taking over.
"I don’t think Swapnil was involved in that heinous act. He’s not like Alokk," Shipra said softly as she sat down on the bed opposite Namrata, reaching for a piece of the puran poli. "So, what was it you wanted to talk about?" she asked, hoping to steer the conversation into safer territory.
Namrata’s eyes sparkled mischievously, and she wasted no time. "Well, I’ll get straight to the point," she said, leaning in slightly. "How was the sex with Patode? How many times did he make you cum? And did you let him cum inside you?" she asked, her voice low but brimming with shameless curiosity.
Shipra’s eyes widened in shock. "Cough… Cough…" she choked, her hand flying to her mouth as she struggled to swallow the bite of puran poli.
Namrata laughed, patting Shipra’s back as she doubled over. "Easy, easy! You might be an expert at deep-throating Patode’s cock, but that doesn’t mean you have to take such a massive bite of puran poli," she teased, her laughter bubbling over as Shipra finally caught her breath.
"Oh my God, Namrata!" Shipra gasped, her face flushed both from coughing and from embarrassment. "Do you always have to be so blunt?"
"Of course, darling," Namrata said smoothly, unfazed by Shipra’s shocked expression. "What’s the point of beating around the bush when we both know exactly what’s going on? You might as well spill the details—it’s not like I’m judging." She leaned back, her smirk deepening, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Although… I did catch a glimpse of you two in action last night. But I’m dying to hear the juicy details from your own mouth. Come on, tell me how supportive Patode has been. I bet he didn’t just keep it to last night, did he? Probably tried something at the branch too. He was pretty worked up this morning. Fucked me real hard before he left, actually."
Shipra’s eyes widened in horror, her face flushing. "You’re so shameless, Namrata. Even more perverted than Patode," she snapped, her voice low but laced with a mix of embarrassment and frustration.
Namrata chuckled, entirely unbothered by the accusation. "Guilty as charged," she replied with a shrug. "But come on, Shipra. Don’t act all high and mighty with me. I saw you last night—moaning and squirming in pleasure under Patode, getting rammed by his monster dick like you were born for it. You weren’t exactly fighting him off." Her voice dropped to a playful whisper, her words deliberate and cutting. "It’s not like this is the first time we’ve talked about your sex life Shipra, is it? I’ve heard all about your escapades—from Viresh to Alok. So stop pretending and spill it. How was it?"
Shipra’s stern expression faltered for a moment, her resolve shaken by Namrata’s unapologetic bluntness. "It’s different this time," she muttered, trying to regain control of the conversation. "And you shouldn’t have been watching."
"Different?" Namrata raised an eyebrow, leaning forward with genuine curiosity. "How so? Was it better? Wilder? Did he make you feel things Alok never could?" She grinned wickedly. "And as for watching… well, can you blame me? You two were putting on quite the show."
Shipra sighed heavily, knowing Namrata wouldn’t let up. She hesitated, her thoughts tangled between shame and the lingering thrill of last night. Namrata’s probing gaze felt invasive but also oddly comforting—there was no pretense, no judgment, just raw, unfiltered curiosity.
"It was…" Shipra began, her voice barely above a whisper. She stopped herself, biting her lip, unsure if she could even put the experience into words.
Namrata’s smirk softened into a look of quiet understanding as she leaned forward, her voice lowering to a soothing, almost hypnotic tone. "Relax, Shipra," she said, her words laced with a calculated warmth. "You don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready. But I want you to remember one thing: you haven’t done anything wrong. Before being a wife, you’re a woman first. And as a woman, you have every right to fulfill your desires, your needs. It’s not selfish, it’s natural."
Shipra’s eyes flickered with a mix of uncertainty and longing, her guard slowly crumbling. "But Namrata," she whispered, her voice trembling, "what I’ve done… it’s wrong. I’ve broken every vow, every commitment I made to Alok. I’ve betrayed him, betrayed our marriage. How can I just ignore that? I think… I think I need to stop all of this, now, before it’s too late." Her voice cracked, the weight of her guilt spilling over as she finally voiced her inner torment.
Namrata leaned in closer, her gaze sharp but empathetic. "And what about Alok, Shipra? What about his vows?" she asked pointedly, her tone soft but unyielding. "Has he lived up to them? Has he provided for you and Aarav the way a husband and father should? No. Has he supported you in your work, stood by you when you needed him most? No. Has he fulfilled your desires, made you feel like a woman, not just a wife and mother? No."
Shipra opened her mouth to respond, but Namrata didn’t give her the chance. She pressed on, her words deliberate and cutting. "Why is it that the burden of keeping vows always falls on the woman? Why must you sacrifice your happiness, your needs, while he gets to hide behind the facade of a dutiful husband? Yes, what you’re doing might not be moral by societal standards, but it’s not immoral either. You’re not doing this out of selfishness or sheer physical lust. You’re doing this for your family’s future, for survival. If anything, you’ve made the hard choices Alok has failed to make."
Shipra looked away, her hands fidgeting in her lap as Namrata’s words sank in. She wanted to protest, to cling to the moral high ground she had always upheld. But a part of her—a part she wasn’t ready to fully acknowledge—knew there was truth in what Namrata was saying.
Namrata softened her tone further, sensing Shipra’s inner conflict. "Look," she continued, "the deed is done. There’s no point in dwelling on it or punishing yourself. What you need to ask yourself now is this: Did you feel pleasure? Did Patode give you something you’ve been missing? Something Alok has never given you?"
The room fell into a heavy silence. Shipra’s thoughts churned, her guilt wrestling with the undeniable truth of her physical and emotional fulfillment. She hesitated, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, her eyes glistening with unspoken acknowledgment.
Namrata smiled, not smugly but with a quiet sense of victory. "See" she said softly. "You don’t have to answer me. Just be honest with yourself. Whatever you’re feeling—guilt, excitement, regret—it’s all valid. But don’t let it consume you. You’re not alone in this, Shipra. And you don’t have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders."
Shipra sighed deeply, the tension in her body easing slightly. For now, she wasn’t ready to fully confront her choices, but Namrata’s presence, unconventional and unapologetic, offered a strange sense of comfort.
"But the thing with Patode is getting out of hand, Namrata," Shipra finally confessed, her voice trembling as she broke the silence. The weight of her secret had become unbearable.
Namrata’s brows shot up in interest. "Why? What happened? Did he try something in the office?" she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and excitement, her body leaning slightly forward.
Shipra hesitated, her face flushing with a mix of shame and arousal. "He… we had sex again," she blurted out hurriedly. "In the storeroom. At my office." The words felt like an admission of guilt as she clenched her fists nervously.
Namrata's jaw dropped in exaggerated disbelief. "What?!" she exclaimed, her voice a blend of shock and amusement. "You little slut! Right there in your office, with your staff just outside? And in a saree, no less? Damn, Shipra, things really are spiraling out of control." She chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief.
Shipra buried her face in her hands, her voice muffled. "I don’t know what came over me, Namrata. It’s like I lost all sense of reason. He was upset… said something about me not appreciating his feelings, about how we should stop this ‘reward and task’ nonsense. One moment we were arguing, and the next, we were kissing. And before I knew it..." She trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper. "I lifted my saree and let him… let him have me."
Namrata couldn’t help but laugh, though her laughter was tinged with incredulity. "You, Shipra, in the middle of your office, no less! Honestly, I’m impressed. It’s risky, but I bet it was thrilling. The real question is—how on earth did you keep those moans of yours down?"
Shipra shook her head, still overwhelmed. "That’s not even the worst part, Namrata," she said, her voice shaking. "He made me do things I’d never even imagined. Things that made me feel so… degraded." Her hands fidgeted nervously with the edge of her dupatta.
Namrata’s eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Oh my God," she gasped dramatically. "Did he make you swallow? Or worse—did he creampie you?" She leaned closer, eyes wide with mock horror.
Shipra recoiled slightly, her face contorting in disgust. "God, no! I’m not a whore, Namrata," she snapped, though her tone softened quickly. "It wasn’t that… but it wasn’t much better, either."
Namrata leaned back, crossing her arms. "Alright, spill. What did he do?"
Shipra hesitated again, her voice dropping to barely a whisper. "He… he shoved my wet panties into my mouth to muffle my moans," she admitted, her cheeks burning. "And after he finished—using a condom, thankfully—he tied it up and…" She faltered, swallowing hard. "He shoved it back inside me. I had to carry it all the way to the bathroom to flush it out."
Namrata’s eyes widened, and for a moment, even she seemed taken aback. But then, a slow smirk crept onto her face. "Well, that is depraved," she admitted, shaking her head. "But honestly, I’m not surprised. He did something similar to me the first time we hooked up. It’s his thing, degrading women while playing the dominant bull. Some men gets off on it."
Shipra looked away, her shame and guilt warring with the lingering arousal from recalling the incident. "I don’t know how I let it get this far," she muttered. "I feel so… ashamed."
Namrata placed a hand on Shipra’s shoulder, her tone softening slightly. "Look, Shipra, you’re exploring a side of yourself you’ve kept buried for years. It’s natural to feel conflicted. But don’t let shame consume you. You’re allowed to feel pleasure, even if it comes in unconventional ways. The important thing is to own your choices and learn from them. Whether you continue or stop, that’s up to you. Just know you’re not alone in this. I am always with you and your secrets are safe with me."
Shipra nodded slowly, grateful for Namrata’s unflinching support, even if her words didn’t erase the storm of emotions swirling within her.
“And with me as well,” came a deep, familiar voice from the doorway, startling both Shipra and Namrata. Patode leaned casually against the doorframe, his signature smirk in place. “Can I have a bite of that? It looks delicious,” he added, stepping into the room without waiting for an invitation.
Shipra’s heart skipped a beat, her face immediately clouding with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. “Patode, what are you doing here?” she demanded, her tone sharp. “Swapnil is back, so you should really limit your visits. We don’t need any unnecessary suspicion.”
Patode raised his hands in mock surrender, feigning a wounded expression. “Whoa, Shipra ma’am, relax,” he said with exaggerated innocence. “I’m not here to trouble you. I had my fill at the office,” he added, the sly smile on his face betraying his double meaning.
Namrata stifled a laugh, finding his audacity amusing, while Shipra glared at him, clearly unamused. “So why are you here, unannounced?” Shipra shot back, her voice laced with irritation.
Patode took a seat beside Namrata, helping himself to a piece of the puran poli. He chewed thoughtfully before finally speaking, his tone surprisingly sincere. “Actually, I came to apologize,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “I went a little overboard this afternoon in the branch.”
Shipra blinked, taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. Patode’s usual cocky arrogance was replaced by a softer, almost vulnerable tone.
“I have this… dominant streak,” he continued, his eyes briefly meeting hers. “It’s something I’ve struggled to control, especially in the heat of the moment. I get pleasure from pushing boundaries, from making women do things they’d never imagine. I don’t know if it’s primal or some psychological issue, but ever since my wife left me…” He paused, his voice dropping. “It’s like something broke inside me. I didn’t mean to humiliate you today, Shipra. I hope you understand.”
Shipra’s irritation began to waver, replaced by a mix of sympathy and confusion. She wasn’t sure what to say.
Patode turned to Namrata. “You can ask her. I’ve been the same way with her. It’s not personal—it’s just who I’ve become. But with you, Shipra… a married woman, elegant, beautiful… I couldn’t control myself this morning. You’re like a forbidden fruit, and I let my impulses get the better of me.”
The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in. Shipra had been prepared to confront him, to tell him she needed space, maybe even to end whatever this was between them. But now, faced with his seemingly genuine apology and vulnerability, her resolve wavered.
Namrata, ever the provocateur, broke the silence. “Well, I’ll give him this—he’s consistent,” she said with a smirk. “Patode’s been just as depraved with me, but he’s also never crossed a line without making it clear where he stands.”
Patode shot Namrata a grateful glance before returning his gaze to Shipra. “I’m not not perfect Shipra, I have my flaws. But I care for you two,” he said softly. “I just wanted to explain myself. If you want some space or even decide it is all too much for you, I will understand. But I’d hate for a misunderstanding to ruin whatever we have between us."
Shipra’s mind raced. She had spent the entire afternoon chastising herself, convinced she needed to put an end to this dangerous liaison. But now, with Patode laying bare his flaws and Namrata offering her usual unbiased support, the decision didn’t seem as clear-cut.
"Anyway, I met Swapnil on the way up," Patode said, smoothly changing the subject. "I don’t think he was involved in yesterday’s incident. I even tried to scare him a bit—threatened to tell his Tai about his and Alok’s so-called ‘activities.’ But it turns out he hasn’t been in touch with Alok for a while now."
"Yeah, I was just telling Namrata the same thing," Shipra said, her shoulders easing slightly. "Swapnil’s a decent kid; he just got mixed up with the wrong crowd."
"I wouldn’t trust him so easily," Namrata interjected, her tone skeptical. "But let’s move on. I have some news for you both."
"What is it?" Patode asked, his interest piqued.
Namrata leaned forward, a glint of excitement in her eyes. “I’ll have to head to Mumbai on Saturday. I got a job offer, and they’ve called me in for salary negotiations and a final interview on Monday.”
“That’s amazing, Namrata!” Shipra exclaimed, but her enthusiasm quickly faded as reality set in. “But that means…I’ll be all alone,” she added, her voice tinged with disappointment.
Namrata reached out, placing a comforting hand on Shipra’s arm. “Not necessarily,” she said reassuringly. “The company is open to work-from-home arrangements. Once everything is sorted, I’ll be back in just a few days. I’m not abandoning you, Shipra.”
Shipra gave a small smile, her spirits lifting slightly. “That’s good to hear. But still, next week I'll be alone.”
"Don’t worry, Shipra ma’am. I’ll keep you company," Patode chimed in quickly, a sly smile creeping onto his face.
"You’d love that, wouldn’t you?" Shipra replied, fixing him with a mock-serious look. "Just because you apologized doesn’t mean everything’s fine. What you pulled today was reckless and humiliating. You’re on thin ice, Patode. Watch your step." Her tone softened at the end, adding a teasing edge.
Patode grinned, unbothered. "Come on, you know how hard it was for me to apologize. And with Namrata gone, who’s going to take care of my little boy?" He gestured dramatically toward his crotch, feigning concern.
Namrata burst out laughing, quickly joined by Shipra. "Oh, please! It’s not little by any means," Namrata said between laughs. "You should probably call it your One-eyed monster or Moby dick. Right, Shipra?" She held up her hand, and Shipra slapped it in agreement, both of them now in fits of laughter.
Patode leaned back, his smug smile widening as he reveled in the playful banter. "Call it whatever you like, but this little monster has been keeping both of your cunts more than satisfied. Isn’t that right?" His voice was laced with arrogant confidence, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "And if either of you needs a reminder, just say the word. This monster can make you both scream in minutes. All you have to do..." He paused for effect, his gaze dropping suggestively. "...is show a little skin."
"Ugh, you’re incorrigible, Patode," Shipra said, shaking her head, though the hint of a smile tugged at her lips. "Is there no end to your insatiable appetite?"
"Not when I have two stunning, irresistible women like you," Patode shot back smoothly. "You’ve both spoiled me, opening your legs for my one-eyed monster whenever I want. How could I ever resist?" His tone was teasing, but his eyes carried a predatory gleam.
Shipra sighed, feigning exasperation, though a faint blush betrayed her. "Your lewd, vulgar comments won’t get you lucky tonight, Patode," she muttered, casting a quick glance at Namrata, who was grinning mischievously, clearly enjoying the banter.
Patode chuckled, unbothered. “Relax, Shipra ma’am. That’s not why I’m here. Tonight, I’m here to play chauffeur,” he announced, leaning forward with a spark of excitement in his eyes. “Get ready, ladies—we’re going out for dinner.”
“Dinner? So suddenly? And where exactly?” Shipra asked, her tone laced with suspicion. She knew better than to trust Patode’s sudden plans without question.
Patode gave a reassuring smile. “No need to be so skeptical. One of our branch’s big customers just opened a dhaba (Desi restaurant) on the highway and invited us as a courtesy. And with Namrata getting a new job soon, I thought we could turn this into a little celebration. What do you say, Namrata?”
Namrata’s face lit up. “A treat? Count me in! It’s been ages since we dressed up and had some fun. Come on, Shipra, let’s do it!” she said, grabbing Shipra’s arm eagerly.
Shipra hesitated for a moment, then relented. “Fine. But no funny business, Patode,” she warned, standing up and pointing a finger at him.
Patode raised his hands in mock surrender, his face exaggeratedly serious. Then, with a theatrical sigh, he glanced down at his crotch and said in a mock disappointed tone, “Sorry, boy, no action tonight.” He looked back up at Shipra with a playful pout.
The room erupted in laughter, the tension easing as Namrata and Shipra giggled uncontrollably at Patode’s antics. But while the women were enjoying the lighthearted moment, Patode’s mind was already working on a darker plan. This wasn’t just a simple dinner outing. His decision to bring them both along was far from spontaneous, and the grin lingering on his face hinted at something far more sinister.
End of Chapter 27: Patode's Game: Part 1 : Lust, Lies and Power.
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