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“Hello, Salim bhai. I was waiting for your call,” Patode drawled, lounging comfortably on his plush couch, the phone pressed lazily to his ear. His eyes were fixed on the massive 65-inch LCD TV mounted on the wall in front of him, where a video was playing. The hall was filled with the unmistakable sound of moans and gasps as Namrata and Shipra writhed together on-screen, their passion caught in vivid, unrelenting detail. A smug smile tugged at his lips as he glanced at the screen, reveling in the scene he had orchestrated.

“My ears are waiting for good news, Salim bhai,” he added, his tone smooth yet expectant.

From the other end of the line, Salim’s gruff voice responded. “Saad has agreed,” he confirmed, a note of triumph in his voice. But it was quickly replaced with a tone of demand. “I hope you’ll return this favor as promised, Patode.”

Patode’s grin widened, his satisfaction evident as he leaned further back into the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table. “That’s wonderful news, Salim bhai,” he said enthusiastically, his voice brimming with approval. “And don’t worry—I never back away from my promises. You know that.” He paused, his eyes flicking back to the screen as another moan echoed through the room, his smirk deepening.

“But,” he continued, his tone turning slightly apologetic, “you’ll have to wait a little longer. Both of these sexy bitches will be out of Ambruj for a few days, but rest assured, Salim bhai, I’ll make the wait worthwhile. I always do.”

There was a momentary silence on the other end of the line before Salim grunted his approval. Patode, still smirking, leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice. “In the meantime, let me send you something to tide you over—a little erotic teaser for your voyeuristic pleasures. I guarantee you’ll enjoy it.”

With that, Patode ended the call, not waiting for a reply. He opened his phone, selecting a particularly explicit clip from the video playing on the screen. With a few taps, the file was sent, and Patode leaned back, raising the volume on the TV until the moans filled the room even louder than before.

“It’s just the beginning, Shipra,” Patode murmured under his breath, his voice low and menacing as he watched her on the screen, her face a mixture of pleasure and surrender. “You have no idea what I have in store for you.”

Reaching for his phone again, he dialed another number, his expression darkening with sinister intent. “Toppo,” he said when the call connected, his tone dripping with authority. “Listen to the plan ahead."

End of Chapter 29: Taste of Submission: Part 2