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Bella’s Home
As Ashish lounged on the sofa, his eyes followed Jyothi as she approached with tea. Her delicate fingers trembled slightly as she handed him the cup. Ashish, with calculated nonchalance, allowed his fingers to brush against hers. She flinched, pulling her hand back hastily, but the shy smile that played on her lips betrayed a flicker of unspoken fondness.
"Hey," Ashish leaned in, his voice low and coaxing, "I waited for a long time last time. Why didn’t you come?"
Jyothi glanced nervously toward the doorway, her voice barely above a whisper. "Ashish, I’m scared. If Bella finds out, he’ll kill us both." Her wide eyes brimmed with fear, darting around the room as if Bella might materialize at any moment.
Ashish leaned closer, his gaze steady and reassuring. "Jyothi, you need to overcome this fear. If you’re scared now, how will you escape when the day comes for us to run away?" His tone carried a mixture of concern and determination, seeking to strengthen her resolve.
She swallowed hard, her voice shaking as she replied, "I promise, I’ll do it when the time comes."
But Ashish’s expression darkened, his voice soft yet tinged with disappointment. "Jyothi, I think differently. You don’t trust or love me. This affection… it feels like it’s just a passing phase." His words hung in the air, heavy with emotion.
Tears welled up in Jyothi’s eyes, her voice trembling as she pleaded, "Ashish, please don’t say that. I love you and wanted to live with you. Please take me away as soon as possible. I want to be yours." Her desperation was palpable, her words laced with a raw vulnerability.
Ashish’s features softened, and he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Jyothi, I’m working on it. I’m making arrangements to settle outside this country. Soon, I’ll take my princess with me," he said, his voice firm yet tender. "But we’ll need to live in hiding for a while. For that, we need money. I’m arranging everything. Once the funds are ready, my princess will be with me." His words brought a glow to Jyothi’s face, her hope rekindled.
She drifted into a world of dreams, her gaze distant yet serene. Meanwhile, Ashish’s eyes lingered on her waist, the curve of her saree revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her skin. A mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.
"What a lucky bastard you are, Bella," he thought, his mind swirling with envy and desire.
The booming laughter of Bella shattered the quiet intimacy of the moment. Jyothi jolted back to reality, her face a mix of panic and resolve. "Bella saab is coming. I have to go," she stammered, rising to leave in a hurry.
Before she could rush out, Ashish’s voice stopped her mid-step. "I’ll wait for you tomorrow. If you don’t come, I’ll take it as a sign that you don’t have feelings for me." His words were firm, but his eyes searched hers for reassurance.
Jyothi turned toward him, her face filled with anguish and silent pleading. She opened her mouth to respond, but the sound of Bella’s approaching footsteps silenced her. In an instant, she dashed into the kitchen area, leaving Ashish alone, his thoughts swirling with anticipation and longing.
Bella had married Jyothi two years ago when she was only 18, while Bella was nearing his 60s. She was the daughter of a man burdened by debt owed to Bella, and ultimately, the debt was settled by marrying off his daughter to him.
More than her youth, it was Jyothi’s stunning beauty—her graceful figure and captivating face—that became the source of envy among those who knew Bella. Fully aware of this, Bella rarely allowed people to interact with her, guarding her jealously.
Ashish had been involved in drug peddling for several years. He worked under Bella as well as a few other influential players in the business. It was Ashish who initially brought Tarun into the trade, and the two had started out as close partners. When Tarun decided to take his first bold step toward dealing directly, he had invited Ashish to join him. However, Ashish declined, viewing such a move as an act of betrayal—though in truth, it was fear that held him back.
Ashish had expected Tarun to meet his end at the hands of one mafia group or another. Yet, to Ashish’s surprise, Tarun’s sharp survival instincts and tactical brilliance enabled him to climb the ranks rapidly. Tarun’s major success lay in maintaining good relationships with everyone—except Bella. Bella, being an old-college thinker, refused to cooperate with Tarun, dismissing his modern approaches.
Technically, Tarun had never wronged Ashish. In fact, he regarded Ashish as a loyal friend. However, jealousy burned within Ashish, compelling him to make a choice. He saw Bella as his opportunity to rise. Bella was aging and on the verge of retirement. With several pending court cases, Bella was awaiting verdicts that could potentially send him to prison. In truth, Bella himself seemed eager to bring an end to his life as a mafia boss, attempting to negotiate with law enforcement officers to admit his crimes and settle matters.
Most of Bella’s men were unremarkable and one-dimensional—brutes who only knew how to kill or brawl. There was no obvious successor to lead Bella’s gang. This vacuum of leadership became Ashish’s ultimate goal. Over the past few years, Ashish had positioned himself carefully, edging closer to claiming that coveted role. He maintained his plans in absolute secrecy, so much so that even Tarun, his former partner and supposed friend, had no inkling of Ashish’s true ambitions.
"Hai Ashish, Have you been waiting long?" Bella’s deep, gravelly voice cut through the quiet as he sank into the chair opposite Ashish. His sharp, calculating eyes flitted to the tea cup in Ashish’s hand, scrutinizing it as though it held some hidden meaning.
"Ashish, tell me your opinion about the tea. Her tea is the secret behind my energy," Bella remarked with a sly grin, his tone dripping with self-satisfaction.
"Jyothi, bring me some tea!" Bella barked abruptly, his voice sharp and authoritative, echoing through the room and leaving no room for hesitation.
Ashish maintained a composed demeanor, carefully masking the amusement swirling within him. His tone was measured as he replied, "Without any doubt, one of the best teas." His words dripped with subtle irony, cloaked under a veneer of respect and politeness.
Bella leaned back in his chair, a smug smile spreading across his face as he absorbed the compliment. Meanwhile, Ashish smirked internally. A mafia boss asking for opinions about tea—it bordered on the absurd, as if Bella himself were a caricature of power.
Ashish had no doubt why Tarun, the ambitious newcomer, had managed to rise so quickly in the market, effectively claiming space that once belonged to Bella. Since the day Ashish had met Bella several years ago, he had wondered how a man like him had ever managed to ascend to the position of a mafia don. Bella lacked the commanding presence, the physicality, or even the grit one might expect from someone in his role. His demeanour carried no intimidation, no edge that could instill fear or respect.
Ashish didn’t see courage in Bella, only bluster and pretense. Yet, despite these glaring shortcomings, Bella somehow held on to his portfolio of influence and power—a mystery Ashish still couldn’t unravel. From the moment they first met, Ashish had seen Bella for what he was: a bumbling, inept figure who had stumbled into power, a joke masquerading as a don.
“Tarun’s men abducted that girl,” Bella said, his tone sharp and filled with suspicion.
“He is not going to reach me through that girl,” Ashish replied calmly, his face betraying no concern.
“How do we find out about his next shipment?” Bella asked, his brows furrowed in thought.
“Leave that to me, Bella Saab,” Ashish said with a confident tone, his demeanor unwavering.
“If we supply those seized drugs to our customers, they’ll start demanding the same quality next time. What do we do then?” Bella questioned, his voice edged with practicality.
“Bella Saab, the quality we seized is only a quarter of his total shipment quantity,” Ashish explained. “Tarun is clever, and we need to be extremely careful while dealing with him. However, this incident will undoubtedly take a toll on his confidence. I know his boss, and Tarun is likely already in trouble. He’ll be desperate during his next shipment.”
Ashish leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering as he continued, “If we can intercept his entire shipment in one go, consider that day the end of Tarun. His boss is a typical man—he doesn’t work with many suppliers in the market. Moreover, he only supplies to one individual per region. That’s Tarun’s edge. We need to shake his boss’s confidence in him. Once that happens, I’ll step in and approach his boss. If we secure his product, we can take over this market.”
Ashish’s tone grew sharper, his determination evident. “Tarun’s game relies on negotiations and compromises with others. We don’t need that. We have the men and the power to handle it.”
Bella’s eyes narrowed as he asked, “His boss might figure out that we’re the ones who took his drugs. How, then, would he be willing to work with us?”
“Bella Saab, leave that to me,” Ashish replied with an assured smirk, his confidence unwavering.
“Ashish, the officials are almost agreeing to my terms. The verdict won’t be more than a three-year sentence,” Bella said, his voice calm but resolute. “When I come out, I want to leave peacefully. I plan to hand over my empire to you and make everyone believe I’ve retired and am no longer part of the gangs. You need to step out of this darkness as soon as possible. You understand what I’m saying?” Bella asked, his gaze piercing.
“Yes, I’m on it,” Ashish replied, his tone steady.
“What should we do with the drugs?” Bella asked, his voice carrying a hint of impatience.
“We’ll hold onto them until we seize a larger quantity,” Ashish suggested, his words measured.
“Ashish, I don’t have money unless the drugs are sold,” Bella said, his frustration evident.
“Bella Saab, I didn’t do this for the money. Let’s focus on executing the plan,” Ashish replied, his tone unwavering. Yet, in his mind, he cursed silently, “Bastard miser.”
Once Ashish left, the man standing beside Bella spoke cautiously.
"Saab, are you really going to hand over everything to that man? The one who is betraying his best friend?" he asked, his tone filled with skepticism.
Bella chuckled, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Do I look like a fool to you? I want him to play the role I need him to. He’s the perfect person for the job because the Boss and I go way back—long before he became an international player. He will never give me any business. But if Ashish takes the lead, the men will still be ours, following our commands. The funds will remain under your control. He’ll be nothing more than a figurehead, a boss in name only," Bella said, his laughter growing louder as he continued.
Once Ashish left Bella’s home, he considered visiting Tarun to check on him but eventually abandoned the plan to avoid raising any suspicions about his connection to Tarun.
Meanwhile, Bella went into the kitchen after Ashish and his men had departed. His anger simmered as he recalled not being served tea earlier. He stormed in, holding his frustration, ready to punish his wife for disobedience. But when he didn’t see Jyothi, his temper boiled over. He called her name loudly, his voice echoing through the house.
Jyothi, sitting in another room and engrossed in reading Ashish’s message, didn’t hear him. Absorbed in her thoughts, she failed to respond to her husband’s repeated calls from the kitchen. It wasn’t until Bella’s shouting erupted that panic coursed through her. Startled, she hastily deleted Ashish’s message and rushed to the kitchen.
“Bella Saab—” she began, but before she could finish her sentence, Bella’s hand struck her cheek, silencing her.
“Where were you?” Bella barked, his eyes blazing with fury.
“Bella Saab, I was gathering food supplies for evening snacks,” she stammered, her voice trembling with fear.
“How many times have I told you not to meet people when I’m not at home?” he roared.
“Bella Saab, you told me to take care of Ashish. That’s why…” she replied hesitantly, her voice quivering, trying to justify herself under his intense gaze.
When his eyes fell on her boobs, his mood changed. He held her hands and pulled her toward the bedroom. As soon as they entered, she started to kiss his face Jyothi stood still, her face void of any emotion, as unyielding as a stone. He removed her pallu, leaving her front exposed. His hands showed no mercy on her tender boobs. His impatient hands tore the front hooks of her blouse, making it wide open in seconds.
When tears appeared in her eyes, Jyothi wondered if she had any left after years of crying from humiliation. When he released her, she felt a momentary relief, but she knew it was only temporary. Bella removed his clothes and came back to her.
Knowing his standing order, she removed her dress and went and sat on bed. He stood in front of her and brings his dick towards her mouth. Jyothi held his dick and shake with her hands to give some strength. When it remains in same position, he growled. Take in your mouth. It needs your saliva to get energy. She took it in her mouth and started to suck. After few while of her effort brings his dick to grow inside her mouth. Once it hardened, she followed the daily routine of lying on the bed and spreading her legs.
Bella entered his dick into her pussy and started pumping her. Her tight pussy was well informed about the time duration which his dick remains hard. In order to avoid another around of sucking, she helped him to fasten the pumping and bring him to reach the climax. As usual, Bella moved away from her body with proud feeling of satisfying his wife.
After he got up, he commanded her to arrange his bags for his early morning travel. While arranging the bags, she messaged Ashish, 'I promise to meet you tomorrow. Please don’t be upset with me.
Ashish replied with a distrustful emoji.
I will come for sure. Trust me," she replied
I will believe you. I hope you will not break my trust. Ashish replied.
When her final assurance message arrived, a satisfied smile spread across his face.
As Ashish lounged on the sofa, his eyes followed Jyothi as she approached with tea. Her delicate fingers trembled slightly as she handed him the cup. Ashish, with calculated nonchalance, allowed his fingers to brush against hers. She flinched, pulling her hand back hastily, but the shy smile that played on her lips betrayed a flicker of unspoken fondness.
"Hey," Ashish leaned in, his voice low and coaxing, "I waited for a long time last time. Why didn’t you come?"
Jyothi glanced nervously toward the doorway, her voice barely above a whisper. "Ashish, I’m scared. If Bella finds out, he’ll kill us both." Her wide eyes brimmed with fear, darting around the room as if Bella might materialize at any moment.
Ashish leaned closer, his gaze steady and reassuring. "Jyothi, you need to overcome this fear. If you’re scared now, how will you escape when the day comes for us to run away?" His tone carried a mixture of concern and determination, seeking to strengthen her resolve.
She swallowed hard, her voice shaking as she replied, "I promise, I’ll do it when the time comes."
But Ashish’s expression darkened, his voice soft yet tinged with disappointment. "Jyothi, I think differently. You don’t trust or love me. This affection… it feels like it’s just a passing phase." His words hung in the air, heavy with emotion.
Tears welled up in Jyothi’s eyes, her voice trembling as she pleaded, "Ashish, please don’t say that. I love you and wanted to live with you. Please take me away as soon as possible. I want to be yours." Her desperation was palpable, her words laced with a raw vulnerability.
Ashish’s features softened, and he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Jyothi, I’m working on it. I’m making arrangements to settle outside this country. Soon, I’ll take my princess with me," he said, his voice firm yet tender. "But we’ll need to live in hiding for a while. For that, we need money. I’m arranging everything. Once the funds are ready, my princess will be with me." His words brought a glow to Jyothi’s face, her hope rekindled.
She drifted into a world of dreams, her gaze distant yet serene. Meanwhile, Ashish’s eyes lingered on her waist, the curve of her saree revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her skin. A mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.
"What a lucky bastard you are, Bella," he thought, his mind swirling with envy and desire.
The booming laughter of Bella shattered the quiet intimacy of the moment. Jyothi jolted back to reality, her face a mix of panic and resolve. "Bella saab is coming. I have to go," she stammered, rising to leave in a hurry.
Before she could rush out, Ashish’s voice stopped her mid-step. "I’ll wait for you tomorrow. If you don’t come, I’ll take it as a sign that you don’t have feelings for me." His words were firm, but his eyes searched hers for reassurance.
Jyothi turned toward him, her face filled with anguish and silent pleading. She opened her mouth to respond, but the sound of Bella’s approaching footsteps silenced her. In an instant, she dashed into the kitchen area, leaving Ashish alone, his thoughts swirling with anticipation and longing.
Bella had married Jyothi two years ago when she was only 18, while Bella was nearing his 60s. She was the daughter of a man burdened by debt owed to Bella, and ultimately, the debt was settled by marrying off his daughter to him.
More than her youth, it was Jyothi’s stunning beauty—her graceful figure and captivating face—that became the source of envy among those who knew Bella. Fully aware of this, Bella rarely allowed people to interact with her, guarding her jealously.
Ashish had been involved in drug peddling for several years. He worked under Bella as well as a few other influential players in the business. It was Ashish who initially brought Tarun into the trade, and the two had started out as close partners. When Tarun decided to take his first bold step toward dealing directly, he had invited Ashish to join him. However, Ashish declined, viewing such a move as an act of betrayal—though in truth, it was fear that held him back.
Ashish had expected Tarun to meet his end at the hands of one mafia group or another. Yet, to Ashish’s surprise, Tarun’s sharp survival instincts and tactical brilliance enabled him to climb the ranks rapidly. Tarun’s major success lay in maintaining good relationships with everyone—except Bella. Bella, being an old-college thinker, refused to cooperate with Tarun, dismissing his modern approaches.
Technically, Tarun had never wronged Ashish. In fact, he regarded Ashish as a loyal friend. However, jealousy burned within Ashish, compelling him to make a choice. He saw Bella as his opportunity to rise. Bella was aging and on the verge of retirement. With several pending court cases, Bella was awaiting verdicts that could potentially send him to prison. In truth, Bella himself seemed eager to bring an end to his life as a mafia boss, attempting to negotiate with law enforcement officers to admit his crimes and settle matters.
Most of Bella’s men were unremarkable and one-dimensional—brutes who only knew how to kill or brawl. There was no obvious successor to lead Bella’s gang. This vacuum of leadership became Ashish’s ultimate goal. Over the past few years, Ashish had positioned himself carefully, edging closer to claiming that coveted role. He maintained his plans in absolute secrecy, so much so that even Tarun, his former partner and supposed friend, had no inkling of Ashish’s true ambitions.
"Hai Ashish, Have you been waiting long?" Bella’s deep, gravelly voice cut through the quiet as he sank into the chair opposite Ashish. His sharp, calculating eyes flitted to the tea cup in Ashish’s hand, scrutinizing it as though it held some hidden meaning.
"Ashish, tell me your opinion about the tea. Her tea is the secret behind my energy," Bella remarked with a sly grin, his tone dripping with self-satisfaction.
"Jyothi, bring me some tea!" Bella barked abruptly, his voice sharp and authoritative, echoing through the room and leaving no room for hesitation.
Ashish maintained a composed demeanor, carefully masking the amusement swirling within him. His tone was measured as he replied, "Without any doubt, one of the best teas." His words dripped with subtle irony, cloaked under a veneer of respect and politeness.
Bella leaned back in his chair, a smug smile spreading across his face as he absorbed the compliment. Meanwhile, Ashish smirked internally. A mafia boss asking for opinions about tea—it bordered on the absurd, as if Bella himself were a caricature of power.
Ashish had no doubt why Tarun, the ambitious newcomer, had managed to rise so quickly in the market, effectively claiming space that once belonged to Bella. Since the day Ashish had met Bella several years ago, he had wondered how a man like him had ever managed to ascend to the position of a mafia don. Bella lacked the commanding presence, the physicality, or even the grit one might expect from someone in his role. His demeanour carried no intimidation, no edge that could instill fear or respect.
Ashish didn’t see courage in Bella, only bluster and pretense. Yet, despite these glaring shortcomings, Bella somehow held on to his portfolio of influence and power—a mystery Ashish still couldn’t unravel. From the moment they first met, Ashish had seen Bella for what he was: a bumbling, inept figure who had stumbled into power, a joke masquerading as a don.
“Tarun’s men abducted that girl,” Bella said, his tone sharp and filled with suspicion.
“He is not going to reach me through that girl,” Ashish replied calmly, his face betraying no concern.
“How do we find out about his next shipment?” Bella asked, his brows furrowed in thought.
“Leave that to me, Bella Saab,” Ashish said with a confident tone, his demeanor unwavering.
“If we supply those seized drugs to our customers, they’ll start demanding the same quality next time. What do we do then?” Bella questioned, his voice edged with practicality.
“Bella Saab, the quality we seized is only a quarter of his total shipment quantity,” Ashish explained. “Tarun is clever, and we need to be extremely careful while dealing with him. However, this incident will undoubtedly take a toll on his confidence. I know his boss, and Tarun is likely already in trouble. He’ll be desperate during his next shipment.”
Ashish leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering as he continued, “If we can intercept his entire shipment in one go, consider that day the end of Tarun. His boss is a typical man—he doesn’t work with many suppliers in the market. Moreover, he only supplies to one individual per region. That’s Tarun’s edge. We need to shake his boss’s confidence in him. Once that happens, I’ll step in and approach his boss. If we secure his product, we can take over this market.”
Ashish’s tone grew sharper, his determination evident. “Tarun’s game relies on negotiations and compromises with others. We don’t need that. We have the men and the power to handle it.”
Bella’s eyes narrowed as he asked, “His boss might figure out that we’re the ones who took his drugs. How, then, would he be willing to work with us?”
“Bella Saab, leave that to me,” Ashish replied with an assured smirk, his confidence unwavering.
“Ashish, the officials are almost agreeing to my terms. The verdict won’t be more than a three-year sentence,” Bella said, his voice calm but resolute. “When I come out, I want to leave peacefully. I plan to hand over my empire to you and make everyone believe I’ve retired and am no longer part of the gangs. You need to step out of this darkness as soon as possible. You understand what I’m saying?” Bella asked, his gaze piercing.
“Yes, I’m on it,” Ashish replied, his tone steady.
“What should we do with the drugs?” Bella asked, his voice carrying a hint of impatience.
“We’ll hold onto them until we seize a larger quantity,” Ashish suggested, his words measured.
“Ashish, I don’t have money unless the drugs are sold,” Bella said, his frustration evident.
“Bella Saab, I didn’t do this for the money. Let’s focus on executing the plan,” Ashish replied, his tone unwavering. Yet, in his mind, he cursed silently, “Bastard miser.”
Once Ashish left, the man standing beside Bella spoke cautiously.
"Saab, are you really going to hand over everything to that man? The one who is betraying his best friend?" he asked, his tone filled with skepticism.
Bella chuckled, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Do I look like a fool to you? I want him to play the role I need him to. He’s the perfect person for the job because the Boss and I go way back—long before he became an international player. He will never give me any business. But if Ashish takes the lead, the men will still be ours, following our commands. The funds will remain under your control. He’ll be nothing more than a figurehead, a boss in name only," Bella said, his laughter growing louder as he continued.
Once Ashish left Bella’s home, he considered visiting Tarun to check on him but eventually abandoned the plan to avoid raising any suspicions about his connection to Tarun.
Meanwhile, Bella went into the kitchen after Ashish and his men had departed. His anger simmered as he recalled not being served tea earlier. He stormed in, holding his frustration, ready to punish his wife for disobedience. But when he didn’t see Jyothi, his temper boiled over. He called her name loudly, his voice echoing through the house.
Jyothi, sitting in another room and engrossed in reading Ashish’s message, didn’t hear him. Absorbed in her thoughts, she failed to respond to her husband’s repeated calls from the kitchen. It wasn’t until Bella’s shouting erupted that panic coursed through her. Startled, she hastily deleted Ashish’s message and rushed to the kitchen.
“Bella Saab—” she began, but before she could finish her sentence, Bella’s hand struck her cheek, silencing her.
“Where were you?” Bella barked, his eyes blazing with fury.
“Bella Saab, I was gathering food supplies for evening snacks,” she stammered, her voice trembling with fear.
“How many times have I told you not to meet people when I’m not at home?” he roared.
“Bella Saab, you told me to take care of Ashish. That’s why…” she replied hesitantly, her voice quivering, trying to justify herself under his intense gaze.
When his eyes fell on her boobs, his mood changed. He held her hands and pulled her toward the bedroom. As soon as they entered, she started to kiss his face Jyothi stood still, her face void of any emotion, as unyielding as a stone. He removed her pallu, leaving her front exposed. His hands showed no mercy on her tender boobs. His impatient hands tore the front hooks of her blouse, making it wide open in seconds.
When tears appeared in her eyes, Jyothi wondered if she had any left after years of crying from humiliation. When he released her, she felt a momentary relief, but she knew it was only temporary. Bella removed his clothes and came back to her.
Knowing his standing order, she removed her dress and went and sat on bed. He stood in front of her and brings his dick towards her mouth. Jyothi held his dick and shake with her hands to give some strength. When it remains in same position, he growled. Take in your mouth. It needs your saliva to get energy. She took it in her mouth and started to suck. After few while of her effort brings his dick to grow inside her mouth. Once it hardened, she followed the daily routine of lying on the bed and spreading her legs.
Bella entered his dick into her pussy and started pumping her. Her tight pussy was well informed about the time duration which his dick remains hard. In order to avoid another around of sucking, she helped him to fasten the pumping and bring him to reach the climax. As usual, Bella moved away from her body with proud feeling of satisfying his wife.
After he got up, he commanded her to arrange his bags for his early morning travel. While arranging the bags, she messaged Ashish, 'I promise to meet you tomorrow. Please don’t be upset with me.
Ashish replied with a distrustful emoji.
I will come for sure. Trust me," she replied
I will believe you. I hope you will not break my trust. Ashish replied.
When her final assurance message arrived, a satisfied smile spread across his face.
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