Adultery The Unwilling cuckold : How My Roommate Stole My Shy Wife

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The Dark Auction Game

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Ananya faced a different challenge altogether. Sensing an opportunity, Manavi leaned toward her, her voice dripping with faux sympathy. "Ananya, darling," she purred, "why not make a gesture that truly shows your commitment to the game?" Her eyes flicked toward the delicate mangalsutra resting against Ananya’s chest. The suggestion sent an audible ripple through the room, the significance of the necklace not lost on anyone.
Ananya’s hands trembled as she reached for the black beads, each one a symbol of her marital vows. The weight of her decision pressed down heavily, a crushing force that seemed to freeze the air around her. With a shaky breath, she unclasped the necklace, the faint click of the hook echoing like a final note in a dirge. As she placed it onto the pile of tokens, a collective gasp swept through the room. Ketan’s face drained of color, his gaze fixed on the mangalsutra, now reduced to a mere bargaining chip.
Manavi’s delighted laughter cut through the silence like a blade. "Oh, Ketan, look how your wife honors her vows tonight!" she taunted, her voice sharp and mocking. The words struck him like a blow, slicing through his heart and ego in equal measure. Ketan’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides as he fought the urge to lash out. Yet, the chains of the game held him firmly in place, his silence a tumult of shame, anger, and helplessness.

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