09-03-2025, 12:13 AM
Continued from the last post...
Okay, Shipra, I'll be back on Tuesday. In the meantime, please think about what I said and try to convince Alok as well. He just won’t listen to me,” Alok’s mother said, standing at the door, ready to leave.
“I will, Ma… And thank you again for everything,” Shipra replied, bending down to touch her feet.
“It's no trouble, beta,” she said, resting her hand gently on Shipra’s head. “Always be happy,” she blessed her before stepping out.
As the door clicked shut, Shipra took a deep breath and headed to the kitchen to prepare something for Aarav.
As the clock inched toward six in the evening, Alok was still not home. With his packed schedule—two coaching classes, mock tests, and interviews—Shipra wasn’t surprised, even though he had promised to be back early. It wasn’t that she resented his ambition, but today, more than ever, she wished he was here.
What did surprise her, however, was the silence from Patode.
After last night’s events, she had braced herself for his usual embarrassing and suggestive messages. But strangely, there was nothing. Not a single text. No missed calls. This should have been a relief, but instead, it left a strange void.
She tried to shake off the feeling, to focus on the present, but her mind wandered—back to Ambruj, back to Patode. By now, she had grown used to having Namrata and Patode constantly around her, their presence filling the quiet spaces in her life. Now, in their absence, she felt a sense of solitude that was both peaceful and oddly disorienting.
She picked up her phone, flipping it over in her hands, then unlocking it, staring at the screen for a few moments. Why did this silence bother her? Was it just curiosity? Or was it something else?
She sighed, telling herself it was nothing—just an overactive mind searching for distractions. But no matter how much she tried to push those feelings aside, they lingered. And at that moment, when she needed Alok to be there—to pull her out of this confusion, to remind her of the life she was trying to focus on—he wasn’t.
And amidst all these conflicting feelings, before she even realized what she was doing, her fingers were typing a message.
Hello, Patode ji.
What’s the status of the campaign today?
Everything going fine?
It was an official message. Just a routine check-in. That’s what she told herself. She didn't realize it but this wasn’t just about the campaign. This was a sign—one she wasn’t aware of or ready to name yet. She refused to admit it outright, but a part of her—the part she was supposed to leave behind in Ambruj—was still clinging to her, whispering temptations in the back of her mind. It was trying to tip the balance in favor of the dark side, in favor of her forbidden desires, in favor of Patode.
The moment the blue tick appeared, she felt a rush of anticipation coiling tightly in her chest. Her pulse quickened, her breath grew shallow. She bit her thumbnail absently, a nervous habit from childhood resurfacing now, in this moment of illicit excitement.
Patode’s response came almost instantly.
Patode:
It was about time.
I was expecting your call, Shipra.
But a text will do.
Everything is under control here… but it seems like someone is losing control over there. ?
Have you started to miss me, Shipra?
Her breath caught in her throat.
The teasing, the boldness, the way he so effortlessly unraveled her—Shipra's face burned with embarrassment as she read his words.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she fought to compose herself, to regain the upper hand.
Shipra:
What nonsense. I am just checking for an update, Patode.
I’m not missing anyone. I’m quite busy here with my husband and child. Just give me the report so I can be prepared if Toppo sir calls.
There. Clear. Professional. Detached.
And yet, even as she sent the message, she knew it was a lie.
Patode’s response was immediate, almost as if he had anticipated her weak protest.
Patode:
Sure. If that’s what you want to tell yourself.
But correct me if I’m wrong—your husband’s not around, is he?
You’re texting me because you’ve gotten used to me being there for you… making you feel wanted. Making you feel alive.
Her heart thumped. The truth in his words hit her harder than she wanted to admit.
He had caught her.
She might have fooled herself, but Patode? No. He knew exactly why she had reached out to him. Why, in this moment of solitude, had she sought him out instead of simply getting the information from the Campaign WhatsApp group?
Her fingers trembled as she typed her response.
Shipra:
Shut up, Patode.
I’m busy. I’ll talk to you later. Just send me the report, and we’re done.
A few seconds later, the notification appeared.
Patode:
As you wish. Here’s the data.
Shipra exhaled slowly, willing her heartbeat to settle.
She was about to close the chat when another message popped up. A file, marked Confidential.
And along with it, a text that sent a shiver down her spine.
Patode:
You won't accept it but I know what you miss.
Here it will keep you worked up for a while.
Don’t forget to delete our chat. Wouldn’t want your wimp to find out about us.
And yes, don’t be shy to call or text me.
I can relieve you even through the phone, my little SLUT.
Enjoy.
Her breath hitched. Her fingers tingled as they hovered over the screen, both excited and afraid of what she was about to see.
The rational part of her mind screamed at her to close the chat, to delete everything, to forget this ever happened.
But the other part—the one that had been awakened by Patode, the one that craved thrill, the one that burned with a dark hunger—was stronger.
With a light touch, she opened the file.
A video. Just five seconds long.
Patode’s hand, large and sure, slid into his underwear, his fingers curling around his thick, fully erect cock. He fished it out slowly, deliberately, the movement intimate and filthy all at once. And then, as if to taunt her, he peeled back the foreskin, exposing the swollen head in an obscenely close-up shot.
Shipra’s breath left her in a shaky exhale.
A familiar warmth pooled between her legs. A deep, pulsing ache coiled low in her belly.
The video looped. Again and again.
Her gaze stayed fixed to the screen, mesmerized. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them as an involuntary whimper slipped from her throat.
Her body reacted before her mind could stop it.
One hand gripped the phone, and the other slid between her thighs, pressing against the damp heat already gathering there.
Her fingers moved slowly at first, teasing herself through the thin fabric of her pyjamas, the sensation both tormenting and electrifying.
She shouldn’t be doing this.
She should turn off the phone. Block him. Forget him.
And yet…
A shuddering breath left her lips as she pressed down harder, rubbing small, desperate circles over her clit. The thrill of secrecy, the risk, the sheer filth of it all only heightened her pleasure.
But before Shipra could fully surrender to the intoxicating pull of her desires, the sudden chime of the doorbell shattered the spell.
Her body jolted, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as reality came crashing back. Panic surged through her veins, drowning out the lingering heat of arousal. Heart hammering, she fumbled to delete Patode’s chat, her fingers trembling as she erased every trace of their exchange.
The doorbell rang again.
Swallowing down her nerves, she forced herself to stand, smoothing her pajamas with unsteady hands before heading to the door.
She barely had time to steady her breath before the door swung open.
“Sorry, I got a little late,” Alok said with a warm smile as he stepped inside. He leaned in without hesitation, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, his touch familiar and comforting.
“What were you up to?” Alok asked as he sank onto the couch, stretching his tired limbs.
Shipra forced a smile, pushing past the storm inside her.
“Nothing much. Just looking after Aarav and chatting with Ma,” she replied smoothly. “She left about an hour ago. She’ll be back on Tuesday.”
Alok nodded, accepting the glass of water she handed him.
“Thanks,” he said, draining it in a few gulps.
Then, without warning, he reached for her, tugging her down onto his lap.
Shipra let out a small, surprised gasp, her hands landing on his chest for balance. Their faces were mere inches apart now, his breath warm against her lips.
“Get Aarav to bed early tonight, hmm?” Alok murmured, his voice thick with meaning. His eyes darkened with intent, his fingers tracing lazy circles over her waist. “We have a lot of catching up to do. And later, I’ll show you just how much I’ve missed you.”
And before she could react, his lips were on hers, deep and demanding, claiming her in a kiss that was filled with love, with longing, with the kind of passion that once used to set her world on fire.
But now…
Shipra kissed him back, but her mind was elsewhere. Patode’s words still echoed in her ears. His video still played in the back of her mind.
When Alok finally pulled away, he gave her a boyish grin before getting up. “Let me freshen up,” he said, disappearing into the bedroom.
Shipra remained on the couch, unmoving.
Aroused.
Guilt-ridden.
Drowning in conflicting emotions.
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“What the hell, Kodape? You were supposed to stay on as the SHO of Ambruj for the next few weeks! How did you get transferred so abruptly? Did you purposely arrange this transfer?” Patode bellowed over the phone.
“Trust me, Patode. I’m just as surprised as you are. I only received my orders yesterday out of the blue,” Kodape responded, trying to pacify him.
“Don’t play smart with me, Kodape. I find it hard to believe that a cunning fox like you had no clue about this. It seems like you got cold feet over my plans for Saad Hasan and decided to run away to save your own skin. Is this what I’ve been filling your pockets for all these years?” Patode snapped, his voice laced with anger.
Kodape’s transfer was a major setback for Patode. It was inevitable, given that his tenure was nearing its end, but the suddenness of it threw all his carefully laid plans into disarray. With Kodape in place, executing Saad's elimination would have been seamless. But now, with a new SHO taking charge, complications were bound to arise.
“It's not like that, Patode. I've always stood by your side. But this happened so fast—the new SHO took over this morning before I even got a chance to inform you. That said, there’s no need to worry...” Kodape reassured him, his voice deliberately calm.
“Don't tell me not to worry, Kodape! Your carelessness has upended everything. All my planning, wasted, because you got complacent!” Patode fumed.
“Just hear me out, Patode,” Kodape interjected, his tone turning sly. “The new SHO is a newbie—and a woman. A married one at that.”
As expected, Patode's anger melted into curiosity, and a wicked grin spread across his face. “A woman officer? Here in Ambruj? Are you serious? There must have been some mistake.”
“No mistake, Patode. It’s official. Her name is Shrutika Arora. She was transferred directly from the DGP’s office in Pune. No field experience whatsoever. That’s why I’m telling you not to worry. She thinks she can handle Ambruj, but I give her a few weeks before she runs back where she came from,” Kodape said confidently.
“Hmmm... a greenhorn,” Patode mused, rolling the name over in his mind. “Shrutika... That name sounds familiar.”
“You might’ve heard it in the news. She’s a cybercrime expert—gave quite a few interviews while working under the DGP. But she’s just another idealistic rookie, eager to prove herself. She'll learn the harsh realities soon enough,” Kodape said with a smirk. “Anyway, Patode, you know I’m always just a call away if you need me.”
“Alright, Kodape. Let’s hope you’re right. You owe me for abandoning me like this," Patode said firmly before ending the call. Though his frustration lingered, knowing that the new SHO was inexperienced and a married woman gave him a small sense of relief.
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“Yes… yes… Harder, Alok! Fuck me harder! Show me how much you missed me,” Shipra moaned, her voice trembling with urgency. Lying on her back, her fingers clutched at the sheets, her body arching beneath him, desperate for more. Her cries raw with need, echoing off the bedroom walls as Alok fucked her in missionary position.
Alok gritted his teeth, his body taut with exertion as he thrust into her with all his strength. Their bodies moved in sync, slick with sweat, the heat between them consuming every inch of space.
For Alok, it was the culmination of weeks of separation—an unbearable longing, an uncontrollable arousal from finally being able to touch his wife again after so long. He was lost in the sheer physicality of the moment, consumed by the heat of her body and the desperate need to claim her. But what he didn’t realize was that Shipra’s pleas weren’t just words of passion; they were a silent cry for something deeper, something far beyond just sex.
For Shipra, this was more than just the reunion of their bodies. Every deep thrust, every brush of his lips against her skin, every hungry kiss—it was hope. Hope that he could pull her back from the darkness she had been drowning in. Hope that he could make her forget everything she was trying to escape. Hope that in this moment, he wasn’t just making love to her—he was reclaiming her, anchoring her to him, making her his all over again.
His hands gripped her hips firmly, anchoring himself as he drove into her, his thick length plunging deep into her wet, welcoming heat. Shipra writhed beneath him, nails digging into his back, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist, ensuring he didn’t pull away.
Alok groaned, the tightness around his cock nearly pushing him over the edge. His stamina was slipping, his muscles burning from the relentless pace. He had been giving it his all for the past fifteen minutes, pouring out every ounce of pent-up desire, making love to his wife with an intensity that left them both breathless. But his release was approaching fast, and there was no stopping it.
“Shipra… I-I’m close… I don’t think I can hold on much longer,” he admitted between ragged breaths, his rhythm faltering.
“Noooo!” Shipra cried in frustration, arching her back in protest. “For the love of God, don’t stop now, Alok!. Not yet! Keep going, Alok! I need more!”
Her words ignited something primal in him, a last burst of energy fueling his movements. He slammed into her with renewed force, his cock sinking deep with every thrust, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. Shipra’s moans turned into incoherent cries of pleasure, her body trembling beneath him.
But it was too much. The tight heat of her pussy, the heat of the moment, the intoxicating sound of her pleasure and his draining stamina—it all pushed him past his breaking point.
“Oh, fuck, Shipra… You’re draining me… I can’t hold it… I—fuck! Here it comes—unghhhhhh… oh yesssssss… damn…” Alok groaned loudly, his body tensing as he finally surrendered to his climax. His hips jerked against hers as he spilled himself deep inside her, waves of ecstasy crashing over him.
As the last shudders of pleasure passed through him, Alok collapsed beside her, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling in exhaustion. “I’m sorry, Shipra…” he whispered breathlessly, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. “You were so wild… I just couldn’t hold on any longer.”
Shipra, still catching her breath, turned to him, hiding her disappointment and frustration with a soft smile, her fingers lightly tracing circles on his heaving chest. “It’s okay, Alok,” she murmured, her voice hushed but full of warmth. “We can do it again.”
Alok let out a breathy chuckle, still recovering from the intensity of their lovemaking. “Yeah… next time, I’ll make it up to you,” he promised. His brow furrowed slightly as he continued, “I have to say… you were unusually wild in bed today. I didn’t expect that side of you,” he admitted, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face.
Shipra was flustered for a fraction of a second before offering a small, almost shy smile. “I don’t know… maybe it’s because we’re doing it after so many days,” she said, her tone light, though there was an underlying emotion she didn’t voice.
Before Alok could press further, she slipped away, sitting up and stretching before swinging her legs off the bed. “I’ll just clean up,” she said, standing and reaching for her robe. “Then we can catch up properly.”
She took a few steps toward the bathroom but then stopped at the doorway, glancing back over her shoulder with a teasing smirk. “And maybe… another round,” she added, her voice laced with playful suggestion.
Alok let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he watched her disappear into the bathroom. “Sure, I’m at your service,” he murmured with amused surrender before exhaling deeply and slumping back into the bed, his body still humming with exhaustion.
But as Shipra stepped out of the bathroom, anticipation curling in her belly, her excitement quickly faded into disappointment. Alok lay sprawled across the bed, his chest rising and falling steadily, his soft snores filling the quiet room.
She sighed, tightening the belt of her robe as she walked closer, hoping he was just resting his eyes. “Alok?” she whispered, gently shaking his shoulder.
No response.
She tried again, a little louder this time. “Alok?”
Still nothing. He was deep in sleep, lost in exhaustion, oblivious to the restless fire still burning inside her.
Shipra let out a frustrated breath, biting her lower lip as she sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through her damp hair. Her body still ached with desire, unsatisfied, throbbing with unfulfilled need. Having tasted true sexual ecstasy and soul-satisfying orgasms at the hand of Patode, she craved more-more than just a sweet lovemaking—more than just an average sex, she wanted to be taken hard and rough, she wanted something like Patode had provided. But staring at Alok yet again just concerned with himself , she felt that familiar pang of emptiness creeping in again.
She lay down beside him, staring at the ceiling, her mind refusing to settle. The room was silent except for the sound of Alok’s breathing, but inside her, a storm raged.
She shouldn’t have been feeling like this. She should have been content, happy even. After weeks apart, her husband was finally here, lying next to her, his body still warm from their lovemaking. This should have been enough.
But it wasn’t.
A bitter realization clawed at her insides, one she desperately wanted to push away. Because no matter how hard she tried to fight it, to silence the unwanted thoughts, they still crept in—uninvited, dangerous, and intoxicating.
Turning onto her side, she faced away from Alok, hugging herself tightly as if she could hold her own betrayal at bay. She squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her thighs together, willing herself to stop.
But as she lay there, still unsatisfied, still restless, she faced a truth she dared not accept.
Alok could try—he could love her more, touch her differently, even become the husband she once wished for—but it wouldn’t matter. He would never be enough.
She was ruined.
Patode had awakened something in her, something primal, something that could never be undone. And no matter how much she tried to fight it, to suppress the hunger still burning inside her, she knew one thing with absolute certainty—
There was no going back. She would never be the woman she once was.
End of Chapter 31: Part1: A point of No Return
Okay, Shipra, I'll be back on Tuesday. In the meantime, please think about what I said and try to convince Alok as well. He just won’t listen to me,” Alok’s mother said, standing at the door, ready to leave.
“I will, Ma… And thank you again for everything,” Shipra replied, bending down to touch her feet.
“It's no trouble, beta,” she said, resting her hand gently on Shipra’s head. “Always be happy,” she blessed her before stepping out.
As the door clicked shut, Shipra took a deep breath and headed to the kitchen to prepare something for Aarav.
As the clock inched toward six in the evening, Alok was still not home. With his packed schedule—two coaching classes, mock tests, and interviews—Shipra wasn’t surprised, even though he had promised to be back early. It wasn’t that she resented his ambition, but today, more than ever, she wished he was here.
What did surprise her, however, was the silence from Patode.
After last night’s events, she had braced herself for his usual embarrassing and suggestive messages. But strangely, there was nothing. Not a single text. No missed calls. This should have been a relief, but instead, it left a strange void.
She tried to shake off the feeling, to focus on the present, but her mind wandered—back to Ambruj, back to Patode. By now, she had grown used to having Namrata and Patode constantly around her, their presence filling the quiet spaces in her life. Now, in their absence, she felt a sense of solitude that was both peaceful and oddly disorienting.
She picked up her phone, flipping it over in her hands, then unlocking it, staring at the screen for a few moments. Why did this silence bother her? Was it just curiosity? Or was it something else?
She sighed, telling herself it was nothing—just an overactive mind searching for distractions. But no matter how much she tried to push those feelings aside, they lingered. And at that moment, when she needed Alok to be there—to pull her out of this confusion, to remind her of the life she was trying to focus on—he wasn’t.
And amidst all these conflicting feelings, before she even realized what she was doing, her fingers were typing a message.
Hello, Patode ji.
What’s the status of the campaign today?
Everything going fine?
It was an official message. Just a routine check-in. That’s what she told herself. She didn't realize it but this wasn’t just about the campaign. This was a sign—one she wasn’t aware of or ready to name yet. She refused to admit it outright, but a part of her—the part she was supposed to leave behind in Ambruj—was still clinging to her, whispering temptations in the back of her mind. It was trying to tip the balance in favor of the dark side, in favor of her forbidden desires, in favor of Patode.
The moment the blue tick appeared, she felt a rush of anticipation coiling tightly in her chest. Her pulse quickened, her breath grew shallow. She bit her thumbnail absently, a nervous habit from childhood resurfacing now, in this moment of illicit excitement.
Patode’s response came almost instantly.
Patode:
It was about time.
I was expecting your call, Shipra.
But a text will do.
Everything is under control here… but it seems like someone is losing control over there. ?
Have you started to miss me, Shipra?
Her breath caught in her throat.
The teasing, the boldness, the way he so effortlessly unraveled her—Shipra's face burned with embarrassment as she read his words.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she fought to compose herself, to regain the upper hand.
Shipra:
What nonsense. I am just checking for an update, Patode.
I’m not missing anyone. I’m quite busy here with my husband and child. Just give me the report so I can be prepared if Toppo sir calls.
There. Clear. Professional. Detached.
And yet, even as she sent the message, she knew it was a lie.
Patode’s response was immediate, almost as if he had anticipated her weak protest.
Patode:
Sure. If that’s what you want to tell yourself.
But correct me if I’m wrong—your husband’s not around, is he?
You’re texting me because you’ve gotten used to me being there for you… making you feel wanted. Making you feel alive.
Her heart thumped. The truth in his words hit her harder than she wanted to admit.
He had caught her.
She might have fooled herself, but Patode? No. He knew exactly why she had reached out to him. Why, in this moment of solitude, had she sought him out instead of simply getting the information from the Campaign WhatsApp group?
Her fingers trembled as she typed her response.
Shipra:
Shut up, Patode.
I’m busy. I’ll talk to you later. Just send me the report, and we’re done.
A few seconds later, the notification appeared.
Patode:
As you wish. Here’s the data.
Shipra exhaled slowly, willing her heartbeat to settle.
She was about to close the chat when another message popped up. A file, marked Confidential.
And along with it, a text that sent a shiver down her spine.
Patode:
You won't accept it but I know what you miss.
Here it will keep you worked up for a while.
Don’t forget to delete our chat. Wouldn’t want your wimp to find out about us.
And yes, don’t be shy to call or text me.
I can relieve you even through the phone, my little SLUT.
Enjoy.
Her breath hitched. Her fingers tingled as they hovered over the screen, both excited and afraid of what she was about to see.
The rational part of her mind screamed at her to close the chat, to delete everything, to forget this ever happened.
But the other part—the one that had been awakened by Patode, the one that craved thrill, the one that burned with a dark hunger—was stronger.
With a light touch, she opened the file.
A video. Just five seconds long.
Patode’s hand, large and sure, slid into his underwear, his fingers curling around his thick, fully erect cock. He fished it out slowly, deliberately, the movement intimate and filthy all at once. And then, as if to taunt her, he peeled back the foreskin, exposing the swollen head in an obscenely close-up shot.
Shipra’s breath left her in a shaky exhale.
A familiar warmth pooled between her legs. A deep, pulsing ache coiled low in her belly.
The video looped. Again and again.
Her gaze stayed fixed to the screen, mesmerized. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them as an involuntary whimper slipped from her throat.
Her body reacted before her mind could stop it.
One hand gripped the phone, and the other slid between her thighs, pressing against the damp heat already gathering there.
Her fingers moved slowly at first, teasing herself through the thin fabric of her pyjamas, the sensation both tormenting and electrifying.
She shouldn’t be doing this.
She should turn off the phone. Block him. Forget him.
And yet…
A shuddering breath left her lips as she pressed down harder, rubbing small, desperate circles over her clit. The thrill of secrecy, the risk, the sheer filth of it all only heightened her pleasure.
But before Shipra could fully surrender to the intoxicating pull of her desires, the sudden chime of the doorbell shattered the spell.
Her body jolted, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as reality came crashing back. Panic surged through her veins, drowning out the lingering heat of arousal. Heart hammering, she fumbled to delete Patode’s chat, her fingers trembling as she erased every trace of their exchange.
The doorbell rang again.
Swallowing down her nerves, she forced herself to stand, smoothing her pajamas with unsteady hands before heading to the door.
She barely had time to steady her breath before the door swung open.
“Sorry, I got a little late,” Alok said with a warm smile as he stepped inside. He leaned in without hesitation, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, his touch familiar and comforting.
“What were you up to?” Alok asked as he sank onto the couch, stretching his tired limbs.
Shipra forced a smile, pushing past the storm inside her.
“Nothing much. Just looking after Aarav and chatting with Ma,” she replied smoothly. “She left about an hour ago. She’ll be back on Tuesday.”
Alok nodded, accepting the glass of water she handed him.
“Thanks,” he said, draining it in a few gulps.
Then, without warning, he reached for her, tugging her down onto his lap.
Shipra let out a small, surprised gasp, her hands landing on his chest for balance. Their faces were mere inches apart now, his breath warm against her lips.
“Get Aarav to bed early tonight, hmm?” Alok murmured, his voice thick with meaning. His eyes darkened with intent, his fingers tracing lazy circles over her waist. “We have a lot of catching up to do. And later, I’ll show you just how much I’ve missed you.”
And before she could react, his lips were on hers, deep and demanding, claiming her in a kiss that was filled with love, with longing, with the kind of passion that once used to set her world on fire.
But now…
Shipra kissed him back, but her mind was elsewhere. Patode’s words still echoed in her ears. His video still played in the back of her mind.
When Alok finally pulled away, he gave her a boyish grin before getting up. “Let me freshen up,” he said, disappearing into the bedroom.
Shipra remained on the couch, unmoving.
Aroused.
Guilt-ridden.
Drowning in conflicting emotions.
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“What the hell, Kodape? You were supposed to stay on as the SHO of Ambruj for the next few weeks! How did you get transferred so abruptly? Did you purposely arrange this transfer?” Patode bellowed over the phone.
“Trust me, Patode. I’m just as surprised as you are. I only received my orders yesterday out of the blue,” Kodape responded, trying to pacify him.
“Don’t play smart with me, Kodape. I find it hard to believe that a cunning fox like you had no clue about this. It seems like you got cold feet over my plans for Saad Hasan and decided to run away to save your own skin. Is this what I’ve been filling your pockets for all these years?” Patode snapped, his voice laced with anger.
Kodape’s transfer was a major setback for Patode. It was inevitable, given that his tenure was nearing its end, but the suddenness of it threw all his carefully laid plans into disarray. With Kodape in place, executing Saad's elimination would have been seamless. But now, with a new SHO taking charge, complications were bound to arise.
“It's not like that, Patode. I've always stood by your side. But this happened so fast—the new SHO took over this morning before I even got a chance to inform you. That said, there’s no need to worry...” Kodape reassured him, his voice deliberately calm.
“Don't tell me not to worry, Kodape! Your carelessness has upended everything. All my planning, wasted, because you got complacent!” Patode fumed.
“Just hear me out, Patode,” Kodape interjected, his tone turning sly. “The new SHO is a newbie—and a woman. A married one at that.”
As expected, Patode's anger melted into curiosity, and a wicked grin spread across his face. “A woman officer? Here in Ambruj? Are you serious? There must have been some mistake.”
“No mistake, Patode. It’s official. Her name is Shrutika Arora. She was transferred directly from the DGP’s office in Pune. No field experience whatsoever. That’s why I’m telling you not to worry. She thinks she can handle Ambruj, but I give her a few weeks before she runs back where she came from,” Kodape said confidently.
“Hmmm... a greenhorn,” Patode mused, rolling the name over in his mind. “Shrutika... That name sounds familiar.”
“You might’ve heard it in the news. She’s a cybercrime expert—gave quite a few interviews while working under the DGP. But she’s just another idealistic rookie, eager to prove herself. She'll learn the harsh realities soon enough,” Kodape said with a smirk. “Anyway, Patode, you know I’m always just a call away if you need me.”
“Alright, Kodape. Let’s hope you’re right. You owe me for abandoning me like this," Patode said firmly before ending the call. Though his frustration lingered, knowing that the new SHO was inexperienced and a married woman gave him a small sense of relief.
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“Yes… yes… Harder, Alok! Fuck me harder! Show me how much you missed me,” Shipra moaned, her voice trembling with urgency. Lying on her back, her fingers clutched at the sheets, her body arching beneath him, desperate for more. Her cries raw with need, echoing off the bedroom walls as Alok fucked her in missionary position.
Alok gritted his teeth, his body taut with exertion as he thrust into her with all his strength. Their bodies moved in sync, slick with sweat, the heat between them consuming every inch of space.
For Alok, it was the culmination of weeks of separation—an unbearable longing, an uncontrollable arousal from finally being able to touch his wife again after so long. He was lost in the sheer physicality of the moment, consumed by the heat of her body and the desperate need to claim her. But what he didn’t realize was that Shipra’s pleas weren’t just words of passion; they were a silent cry for something deeper, something far beyond just sex.
For Shipra, this was more than just the reunion of their bodies. Every deep thrust, every brush of his lips against her skin, every hungry kiss—it was hope. Hope that he could pull her back from the darkness she had been drowning in. Hope that he could make her forget everything she was trying to escape. Hope that in this moment, he wasn’t just making love to her—he was reclaiming her, anchoring her to him, making her his all over again.
His hands gripped her hips firmly, anchoring himself as he drove into her, his thick length plunging deep into her wet, welcoming heat. Shipra writhed beneath him, nails digging into his back, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist, ensuring he didn’t pull away.
Alok groaned, the tightness around his cock nearly pushing him over the edge. His stamina was slipping, his muscles burning from the relentless pace. He had been giving it his all for the past fifteen minutes, pouring out every ounce of pent-up desire, making love to his wife with an intensity that left them both breathless. But his release was approaching fast, and there was no stopping it.
“Shipra… I-I’m close… I don’t think I can hold on much longer,” he admitted between ragged breaths, his rhythm faltering.
“Noooo!” Shipra cried in frustration, arching her back in protest. “For the love of God, don’t stop now, Alok!. Not yet! Keep going, Alok! I need more!”
Her words ignited something primal in him, a last burst of energy fueling his movements. He slammed into her with renewed force, his cock sinking deep with every thrust, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. Shipra’s moans turned into incoherent cries of pleasure, her body trembling beneath him.
But it was too much. The tight heat of her pussy, the heat of the moment, the intoxicating sound of her pleasure and his draining stamina—it all pushed him past his breaking point.
“Oh, fuck, Shipra… You’re draining me… I can’t hold it… I—fuck! Here it comes—unghhhhhh… oh yesssssss… damn…” Alok groaned loudly, his body tensing as he finally surrendered to his climax. His hips jerked against hers as he spilled himself deep inside her, waves of ecstasy crashing over him.
As the last shudders of pleasure passed through him, Alok collapsed beside her, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling in exhaustion. “I’m sorry, Shipra…” he whispered breathlessly, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. “You were so wild… I just couldn’t hold on any longer.”
Shipra, still catching her breath, turned to him, hiding her disappointment and frustration with a soft smile, her fingers lightly tracing circles on his heaving chest. “It’s okay, Alok,” she murmured, her voice hushed but full of warmth. “We can do it again.”
Alok let out a breathy chuckle, still recovering from the intensity of their lovemaking. “Yeah… next time, I’ll make it up to you,” he promised. His brow furrowed slightly as he continued, “I have to say… you were unusually wild in bed today. I didn’t expect that side of you,” he admitted, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face.
Shipra was flustered for a fraction of a second before offering a small, almost shy smile. “I don’t know… maybe it’s because we’re doing it after so many days,” she said, her tone light, though there was an underlying emotion she didn’t voice.
Before Alok could press further, she slipped away, sitting up and stretching before swinging her legs off the bed. “I’ll just clean up,” she said, standing and reaching for her robe. “Then we can catch up properly.”
She took a few steps toward the bathroom but then stopped at the doorway, glancing back over her shoulder with a teasing smirk. “And maybe… another round,” she added, her voice laced with playful suggestion.
Alok let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he watched her disappear into the bathroom. “Sure, I’m at your service,” he murmured with amused surrender before exhaling deeply and slumping back into the bed, his body still humming with exhaustion.
But as Shipra stepped out of the bathroom, anticipation curling in her belly, her excitement quickly faded into disappointment. Alok lay sprawled across the bed, his chest rising and falling steadily, his soft snores filling the quiet room.
She sighed, tightening the belt of her robe as she walked closer, hoping he was just resting his eyes. “Alok?” she whispered, gently shaking his shoulder.
No response.
She tried again, a little louder this time. “Alok?”
Still nothing. He was deep in sleep, lost in exhaustion, oblivious to the restless fire still burning inside her.
Shipra let out a frustrated breath, biting her lower lip as she sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through her damp hair. Her body still ached with desire, unsatisfied, throbbing with unfulfilled need. Having tasted true sexual ecstasy and soul-satisfying orgasms at the hand of Patode, she craved more-more than just a sweet lovemaking—more than just an average sex, she wanted to be taken hard and rough, she wanted something like Patode had provided. But staring at Alok yet again just concerned with himself , she felt that familiar pang of emptiness creeping in again.
She lay down beside him, staring at the ceiling, her mind refusing to settle. The room was silent except for the sound of Alok’s breathing, but inside her, a storm raged.
She shouldn’t have been feeling like this. She should have been content, happy even. After weeks apart, her husband was finally here, lying next to her, his body still warm from their lovemaking. This should have been enough.
But it wasn’t.
A bitter realization clawed at her insides, one she desperately wanted to push away. Because no matter how hard she tried to fight it, to silence the unwanted thoughts, they still crept in—uninvited, dangerous, and intoxicating.
Turning onto her side, she faced away from Alok, hugging herself tightly as if she could hold her own betrayal at bay. She squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her thighs together, willing herself to stop.
But as she lay there, still unsatisfied, still restless, she faced a truth she dared not accept.
Alok could try—he could love her more, touch her differently, even become the husband she once wished for—but it wouldn’t matter. He would never be enough.
She was ruined.
Patode had awakened something in her, something primal, something that could never be undone. And no matter how much she tried to fight it, to suppress the hunger still burning inside her, she knew one thing with absolute certainty—
There was no going back. She would never be the woman she once was.
End of Chapter 31: Part1: A point of No Return
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