24-03-2025, 09:34 PM
Continued from the last post...
But soon a smirk tugged at his lips as he typed the next words.
Patode:
"Make sure you make it up to me tomorrow. And I won’t be satisfied with just a few nudes this time. I want more.
Much more."
He knew Shipra would come back. He had her in his grip and next time, he would push her even further.
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"I hope your son is as responsible and dedicated as you are, Maheshwari," Salim said, rising from his chair. "I'm giving him this opportunity only because you've been a trustworthy associate throughout our business relationship." His voice remained calm, but the authority in his tone was unmistakable.
"You won’t be disappointed, Salim bhai, I assure you," Maheshwari responded, standing as well. "I will personally oversee his work and ensure there’s no room for complaints."
Salim studied him for a moment before placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "Alright. Today is a big day for me. Make sure everything runs smoothly. If all goes well, I’ll make your son the manager here."
"Thank you, Salim bhai. Don’t worry, the inauguration will be a success," Maheshwari assured him confidently.
"I hope so," Salim said with a faint smile. Then, lowering his voice, he muttered, "Otherwise, it’ll be my head."
As he walked away, he pulled out his phone and dialed Patode’s number. Settling into his office, he locked the door behind him before speaking.
"Everything will be ready by noon, and Saad will be here around one. Make sure your guy is in position," Salim instructed.
"Relax, my guy is more than ready," Patode replied smoothly.
Salim hesitated for a moment before voicing his concern. "Wouldn't it be wiser to call this off, Patode? With Kodape transferred, things might not end well for me."
"It won't be a problem," Patode said with a casual chuckle. "The new SHO is a woman—fresh out of desk duty, with zero experience in real fieldwork. She won’t know how to handle this kind of heat. And once Saad is out of the picture, the MLA will be all over her, breathing down her neck so hard, that she won’t have time to think straight. Mark my words, Salim bhai, she’ll be out of Ambruj just as quickly as she stepped in—either by choice or by force."
He let out a low, amused laugh, as if the entire situation was nothing more than a well-played game.
"Now, instead of stressing yourself out, why don’t you focus on something more… enjoyable?" Patode’s tone turned suggestive. "I’m setting up something special for you. Just a few more days, and you’ll be sinking your circumcised dick into the cheating cunt of a married city woman—one of those so-called ‘independent’ types who walk around acting all high and mighty. You know the kind. Once I break her in, she’ll be yours to enjoy, pliant and obedient, just the way you like."
He paused for a moment, letting the imagery settle in.
"So, clear your head, Salim bhai. Let me handle the mess. I’ll be expecting your call with the good news soon. Keep me posted."
With that, the line went dead.
But Salim's unease only grew, his nerves tightening with every passing second.
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"What was all that noise last night? Is Aarav okay?" Alok asked as he strolled into the bedroom, taking a slow sip of his steaming coffee.
Shipra, sitting at the dressing table freshly showered, barely glanced at him through the mirror’s reflection. Her damp hair clung to her back, the fresh scent of shampoo lingering in the air as she combed through the wet strands. She sighed, her lips curling slightly in irritation.
"Yeah, he's fine. He just had a nightmare," she replied curtly, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "And sorry if your son disturbed your sleep."
Alok paused mid-sip, lowering his cup slightly. His brow furrowed at her sharp tone. "I didn't mean it like that, Shipra," he said, stepping forward, his voice now laced with concern. "You seem a little off since morning. Is something wrong?"
Shipra hesitated, then turned around to face him. A deep breath escaped her lips. "I'm sorry, Alok," she muttered, her voice softer now, losing its earlier edge. "I just couldn’t sleep well last night."
Alok nodded, though a nagging feeling in his chest wouldn’t subside. He hesitated for a moment before finally voicing what had been troubling him. "Shipra," he began carefully, watching her reaction. "What were you doing in the guestroom so late at night?"
Shipra's fingers froze mid-stroke in her hair.
Alok's voice dropped slightly, more inquisitive now. "When Aarav woke up, you weren’t in bed with me. And then this morning…" He paused, his throat tightening. "I saw your undergarments lying there."
For a brief second, Shipra's face flickered with something—panic, guilt, or perhaps just shock. But she composed herself quickly, forcing a small, nervous chuckle.
"Oh, that." She let out an exaggerated sigh, feigning nonchalance. "Well… after we, um… after we had sex, I wasn’t feeling comfortable, so I went to the guest room to change." She hesitated, as if calculating her words. "That’s when Aarav suddenly started crying, so I left in a hurry."
Her gaze flickered for a moment before she continued, "I must’ve forgotten about them in the rush."
"Oh," Alok murmured in response, though his tone lacked conviction. He wanted to believe Shipra, to accept her explanation at face value, but something inside him refused to settle.
That unease followed him throughout the morning, especially while he sat at his study table, trying to focus on his books. But no matter how hard he tried, his mind kept drifting—back to last night, back to their lovemaking.
At the time, lost in the heat of the moment, he hadn’t thought much about it. But now, in the cold light of day, certain details gnawed at him. Sex with Shipra had felt… different. It wasn’t just the fact that they were doing it after a long time—it was the way it had happened. The way Shipra had moved beneath him, the wildness and boldness in her response in bed. It was raw, uninhibited, almost desperate. That wasn’t like her at all.
Shipra, sensing the shift in his demeanor, quickly tried to steer the conversation elsewhere. "Alok, let’s go out somewhere. Just the three of us—you, me, and Aarav. It’s been so long since we spent some quality time together. Maybe a—"
Her voice faded into static in Alok’s ears. He was deep in thought as his insecurities, his doubts and his suspicions were flared by one other thing —the one detail that refused to leave his mind.
She had felt looser.
At first, he had reasoned with himself, telling himself that maybe it was just his own perception, affected by their dry spell. But the thought festered. No matter how much he tried to dismiss it, it kept creeping back, like a splinter lodged in his mind.
There were the other signs as well.
The undergarments in the guestroom.
His mind kept circling back specially to the way her panties lay on the bed—crumpled, damp, disheveled. They weren’t just discarded in a hurry. They weren’t tossed aside absentmindedly. The way they were left there told a different story. A story of urgency, of impatience. Of someone who had stripped them off not to change, but to get rid of them. And then there were Namrata’s cryptic hints. Chetan’s half-joking but unsettling insinuations which kept floating in his mind. The nagging suspicion had already been planted in his mind. Now, with each passing moment, it was growing into something more—a doubt he couldn’t shake off.
"Alok!"
Shipra’s sharp voice snapped him out of his daze.
"Are you even listening?"
He blinked, realizing she had turned to face him now, her brows furrowed in mild annoyance.
"Sorry… what were you saying?" Alok fumbled, barely registering Shipra’s words. His mind was still spinning, trying to suppress the tidal wave of emotions surging through him.
Shipra turned toward him, her brows furrowed slightly. "I was asking if you could skip your coaching today. Let’s go somewhere—just the three of us. You, me, and Aarav. We haven’t spent time together in so long."
Her voice was soft, almost pleading, but Alok barely heard it.
Oh.
That was all he could think to say.
He needed a moment. A moment to collect himself, to mask the storm brewing inside him. He inhaled deeply, forcing calmness into his voice, but it was a fragile illusion.
In reality, he was nowhere near composed.
His thoughts were racing. His chest felt tight.
And worst of all, he didn’t know how to confront her.
He wasn’t the type to start a direct confrontation, to blurt out accusations, to demand explanations. The very thought of asking Shipra straight up if she was having an affair made his stomach knot with anxiety. He lacked that kind of boldness, that kind of sharp-edged masculinity that some men carried so effortlessly. Instead, his suspicion festered inside him, turning into something darker—resentment, frustration, and doubt all boiling together, poisoning his mind.
And then, it all exploded.
"No! Not a chance, Shipra!" he snapped, his voice louder than he intended. "What are you even talking about? Why do you keep forgetting that I have an exam coming up? Don’t you know how important this is for our future?"
His words cut through the air like a whip. Shipra flinched, stunned by the sudden outburst.
But Alok wasn’t done.
His hands clenched into fists at his sides as his voice turned accusatory, almost venomous. "Or have you already decided on some other ‘future’ for yourself?"
A deep silence settled between them.
For a moment, Shipra just stared at him, her face a mixture of shock and growing anger. Then, something in her snapped.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Alok?" she shot back, her voice matching his intensity. "I’m just asking for a single day! Just one day for myself, for us. Is that really too much for a wife to ask from her husband?"
Her voice wavered, not with fear, but with frustration.
"One day won’t ruin your preparation. And don’t act like I don’t care about your studies—I’ve given you all the time and space you wanted! Hell, I’ve been patient, haven’t I?" She exhaled sharply, eyes flashing with pent-up emotion. "If anything, I should be asking you—why haven’t you cracked it yet? How many years are you going to keep saying ‘our future depends on it’ while ignoring the present?"
Her words landed like a slap.
For a second, Alok had no response. His anger was still there, burning like an open wound, but so was hers. And now, there was something else between them—an uncomfortable, suffocating tension.
It was no longer just about today.
It was about something much, much bigger.
With that, Alok stormed out of the room, his footsteps heavy with frustration.
Shipra let out a shaky breath, her grip tightening around the comb before she hurled it onto the dressing table with a sharp clatter. A lump formed in her throat as she pressed her hands to her face, her shoulders trembling.
No matter how hard she tried, Alok just didn’t seem to understand.
She had practically pleaded with him—for his time, his presence, his warmth. But all she got in return was cold detachment and a resentful outburst.
She wiped away the unshed tears, inhaled deeply, and forced herself to regain her composure.
The next hour passed in silence. Shipra busied herself in the kitchen, tending to Aarav, and going through the motions of her routine. Meanwhile, Alok got ready for his coaching, his presence in the house feeling more distant than ever. Neither of them made an effort to bridge the rift between them. Their earlier fight hung heavy in the air, unspoken yet undeniable.
And then, just like that, with the sharp slam of the door, Alok was gone.
Shipra stood still for a moment, exhaling softly. Alone again. Alone in this marriage. Alone in her emotions. Deprived of both the emotional and physical support she craved.
Just then, her phone rang.
She glanced at the screen. It was Toppo. She quickly received the call.
"Congratulations, Shipra. The figures are just in.
And I am very impressed.
You and your team performed fabulously and not only achieved the given target but also topped the campaign work pan India.
Great work."
A flicker of warmth broke through the heaviness in her chest. Her lips curved into a faint smile. At least one part of her life was going right. If nothing else, her professional world still made sense.
She quickly replied.
"Good morning, sir. Thank you so much.
It was all because of your guidance and the team’s effort."
Toppo: How’s your kid now?
Shipra: He’s fine now, sir. Thanks for asking.
Toppo: Good. Also, there are some rewards lined up for the top performers in the campaign—I’ll share the details later.
For now, just send me yours and Patode’s photo for the appreciation letter.
Shipra: I’ll send the pictures right away.
Toppo: Okay. Later then.
With that, the call disconnected.
Shipra leaned back in her chair, exhaling softly. Her mood had lifted, if only a little. Despite everything crumbling in her personal life, her professional world was still intact. And right now, that small victory mattered.
She quickly opened her chat with Patode and typed:
Shipra: Congratulations, Patode, and thanks for all the hard work! Send me a nice picture of yourself.
A reply came almost instantly.
Patode: Someone’s horny early in the morning. Desperate for her lover’s dick pics, huh?
Shipra rolled her eyes.
Shipra: Oh god, Patode.
It’s for the appreciation letter, you pervert.
Shut up and just send one.
Patode: I know that but I am not sending. First, you need to make up for last night.
You left me hanging midway—just like your husband did to you.
I want payback. With penalty interest. Or else, I’ll file a complaint with the ombudsman.
Shipra had been in no mood for games, but the last line cracked her up. A chuckle escaped her lips as she fired back with a teasing pun of her own.
Shipra: This doesn’t fall under the purview of the ombudsman, mister.
Your claim is rejected. Submit your KYC or your account will be blocked for good.
Patode: Come on, Shipra.
Toppo can shove his appreciation right up his ass. I want some appreciation from my slut. That is, if she’s not too busy attending to her son or her wimpy hubby.
Shipra hesitated, biting her nail as she stared at the screen.
Alok was gone. Aarav was fast asleep.
Her mind was restless, clouded with emotions. And maybe, just maybe, she needed a little… escape.
A new message popped up.
Patode: What do you say? Shall we pick up from where we left off yesterday?
We both need a release so bad.
Shipra’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, her heart beating just a little faster.
Shipra: What do you want?
She typed giving in, getting pushed and slipping away once again towards the dark path.
While Patode's face lightened up. A evil smile curved his lips as he typed his demand.
Patode: How about a video call?
End of Chapter 31: Part 2: A Point of No Return
But soon a smirk tugged at his lips as he typed the next words.
Patode:
"Make sure you make it up to me tomorrow. And I won’t be satisfied with just a few nudes this time. I want more.
Much more."
He knew Shipra would come back. He had her in his grip and next time, he would push her even further.
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"I hope your son is as responsible and dedicated as you are, Maheshwari," Salim said, rising from his chair. "I'm giving him this opportunity only because you've been a trustworthy associate throughout our business relationship." His voice remained calm, but the authority in his tone was unmistakable.
"You won’t be disappointed, Salim bhai, I assure you," Maheshwari responded, standing as well. "I will personally oversee his work and ensure there’s no room for complaints."
Salim studied him for a moment before placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "Alright. Today is a big day for me. Make sure everything runs smoothly. If all goes well, I’ll make your son the manager here."
"Thank you, Salim bhai. Don’t worry, the inauguration will be a success," Maheshwari assured him confidently.
"I hope so," Salim said with a faint smile. Then, lowering his voice, he muttered, "Otherwise, it’ll be my head."
As he walked away, he pulled out his phone and dialed Patode’s number. Settling into his office, he locked the door behind him before speaking.
"Everything will be ready by noon, and Saad will be here around one. Make sure your guy is in position," Salim instructed.
"Relax, my guy is more than ready," Patode replied smoothly.
Salim hesitated for a moment before voicing his concern. "Wouldn't it be wiser to call this off, Patode? With Kodape transferred, things might not end well for me."
"It won't be a problem," Patode said with a casual chuckle. "The new SHO is a woman—fresh out of desk duty, with zero experience in real fieldwork. She won’t know how to handle this kind of heat. And once Saad is out of the picture, the MLA will be all over her, breathing down her neck so hard, that she won’t have time to think straight. Mark my words, Salim bhai, she’ll be out of Ambruj just as quickly as she stepped in—either by choice or by force."
He let out a low, amused laugh, as if the entire situation was nothing more than a well-played game.
"Now, instead of stressing yourself out, why don’t you focus on something more… enjoyable?" Patode’s tone turned suggestive. "I’m setting up something special for you. Just a few more days, and you’ll be sinking your circumcised dick into the cheating cunt of a married city woman—one of those so-called ‘independent’ types who walk around acting all high and mighty. You know the kind. Once I break her in, she’ll be yours to enjoy, pliant and obedient, just the way you like."
He paused for a moment, letting the imagery settle in.
"So, clear your head, Salim bhai. Let me handle the mess. I’ll be expecting your call with the good news soon. Keep me posted."
With that, the line went dead.
But Salim's unease only grew, his nerves tightening with every passing second.
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"What was all that noise last night? Is Aarav okay?" Alok asked as he strolled into the bedroom, taking a slow sip of his steaming coffee.
Shipra, sitting at the dressing table freshly showered, barely glanced at him through the mirror’s reflection. Her damp hair clung to her back, the fresh scent of shampoo lingering in the air as she combed through the wet strands. She sighed, her lips curling slightly in irritation.
"Yeah, he's fine. He just had a nightmare," she replied curtly, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "And sorry if your son disturbed your sleep."
Alok paused mid-sip, lowering his cup slightly. His brow furrowed at her sharp tone. "I didn't mean it like that, Shipra," he said, stepping forward, his voice now laced with concern. "You seem a little off since morning. Is something wrong?"
Shipra hesitated, then turned around to face him. A deep breath escaped her lips. "I'm sorry, Alok," she muttered, her voice softer now, losing its earlier edge. "I just couldn’t sleep well last night."
Alok nodded, though a nagging feeling in his chest wouldn’t subside. He hesitated for a moment before finally voicing what had been troubling him. "Shipra," he began carefully, watching her reaction. "What were you doing in the guestroom so late at night?"
Shipra's fingers froze mid-stroke in her hair.
Alok's voice dropped slightly, more inquisitive now. "When Aarav woke up, you weren’t in bed with me. And then this morning…" He paused, his throat tightening. "I saw your undergarments lying there."
For a brief second, Shipra's face flickered with something—panic, guilt, or perhaps just shock. But she composed herself quickly, forcing a small, nervous chuckle.
"Oh, that." She let out an exaggerated sigh, feigning nonchalance. "Well… after we, um… after we had sex, I wasn’t feeling comfortable, so I went to the guest room to change." She hesitated, as if calculating her words. "That’s when Aarav suddenly started crying, so I left in a hurry."
Her gaze flickered for a moment before she continued, "I must’ve forgotten about them in the rush."
"Oh," Alok murmured in response, though his tone lacked conviction. He wanted to believe Shipra, to accept her explanation at face value, but something inside him refused to settle.
That unease followed him throughout the morning, especially while he sat at his study table, trying to focus on his books. But no matter how hard he tried, his mind kept drifting—back to last night, back to their lovemaking.
At the time, lost in the heat of the moment, he hadn’t thought much about it. But now, in the cold light of day, certain details gnawed at him. Sex with Shipra had felt… different. It wasn’t just the fact that they were doing it after a long time—it was the way it had happened. The way Shipra had moved beneath him, the wildness and boldness in her response in bed. It was raw, uninhibited, almost desperate. That wasn’t like her at all.
Shipra, sensing the shift in his demeanor, quickly tried to steer the conversation elsewhere. "Alok, let’s go out somewhere. Just the three of us—you, me, and Aarav. It’s been so long since we spent some quality time together. Maybe a—"
Her voice faded into static in Alok’s ears. He was deep in thought as his insecurities, his doubts and his suspicions were flared by one other thing —the one detail that refused to leave his mind.
She had felt looser.
At first, he had reasoned with himself, telling himself that maybe it was just his own perception, affected by their dry spell. But the thought festered. No matter how much he tried to dismiss it, it kept creeping back, like a splinter lodged in his mind.
There were the other signs as well.
The undergarments in the guestroom.
His mind kept circling back specially to the way her panties lay on the bed—crumpled, damp, disheveled. They weren’t just discarded in a hurry. They weren’t tossed aside absentmindedly. The way they were left there told a different story. A story of urgency, of impatience. Of someone who had stripped them off not to change, but to get rid of them. And then there were Namrata’s cryptic hints. Chetan’s half-joking but unsettling insinuations which kept floating in his mind. The nagging suspicion had already been planted in his mind. Now, with each passing moment, it was growing into something more—a doubt he couldn’t shake off.
"Alok!"
Shipra’s sharp voice snapped him out of his daze.
"Are you even listening?"
He blinked, realizing she had turned to face him now, her brows furrowed in mild annoyance.
"Sorry… what were you saying?" Alok fumbled, barely registering Shipra’s words. His mind was still spinning, trying to suppress the tidal wave of emotions surging through him.
Shipra turned toward him, her brows furrowed slightly. "I was asking if you could skip your coaching today. Let’s go somewhere—just the three of us. You, me, and Aarav. We haven’t spent time together in so long."
Her voice was soft, almost pleading, but Alok barely heard it.
Oh.
That was all he could think to say.
He needed a moment. A moment to collect himself, to mask the storm brewing inside him. He inhaled deeply, forcing calmness into his voice, but it was a fragile illusion.
In reality, he was nowhere near composed.
His thoughts were racing. His chest felt tight.
And worst of all, he didn’t know how to confront her.
He wasn’t the type to start a direct confrontation, to blurt out accusations, to demand explanations. The very thought of asking Shipra straight up if she was having an affair made his stomach knot with anxiety. He lacked that kind of boldness, that kind of sharp-edged masculinity that some men carried so effortlessly. Instead, his suspicion festered inside him, turning into something darker—resentment, frustration, and doubt all boiling together, poisoning his mind.
And then, it all exploded.
"No! Not a chance, Shipra!" he snapped, his voice louder than he intended. "What are you even talking about? Why do you keep forgetting that I have an exam coming up? Don’t you know how important this is for our future?"
His words cut through the air like a whip. Shipra flinched, stunned by the sudden outburst.
But Alok wasn’t done.
His hands clenched into fists at his sides as his voice turned accusatory, almost venomous. "Or have you already decided on some other ‘future’ for yourself?"
A deep silence settled between them.
For a moment, Shipra just stared at him, her face a mixture of shock and growing anger. Then, something in her snapped.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Alok?" she shot back, her voice matching his intensity. "I’m just asking for a single day! Just one day for myself, for us. Is that really too much for a wife to ask from her husband?"
Her voice wavered, not with fear, but with frustration.
"One day won’t ruin your preparation. And don’t act like I don’t care about your studies—I’ve given you all the time and space you wanted! Hell, I’ve been patient, haven’t I?" She exhaled sharply, eyes flashing with pent-up emotion. "If anything, I should be asking you—why haven’t you cracked it yet? How many years are you going to keep saying ‘our future depends on it’ while ignoring the present?"
Her words landed like a slap.
For a second, Alok had no response. His anger was still there, burning like an open wound, but so was hers. And now, there was something else between them—an uncomfortable, suffocating tension.
It was no longer just about today.
It was about something much, much bigger.
With that, Alok stormed out of the room, his footsteps heavy with frustration.
Shipra let out a shaky breath, her grip tightening around the comb before she hurled it onto the dressing table with a sharp clatter. A lump formed in her throat as she pressed her hands to her face, her shoulders trembling.
No matter how hard she tried, Alok just didn’t seem to understand.
She had practically pleaded with him—for his time, his presence, his warmth. But all she got in return was cold detachment and a resentful outburst.
She wiped away the unshed tears, inhaled deeply, and forced herself to regain her composure.
The next hour passed in silence. Shipra busied herself in the kitchen, tending to Aarav, and going through the motions of her routine. Meanwhile, Alok got ready for his coaching, his presence in the house feeling more distant than ever. Neither of them made an effort to bridge the rift between them. Their earlier fight hung heavy in the air, unspoken yet undeniable.
And then, just like that, with the sharp slam of the door, Alok was gone.
Shipra stood still for a moment, exhaling softly. Alone again. Alone in this marriage. Alone in her emotions. Deprived of both the emotional and physical support she craved.
Just then, her phone rang.
She glanced at the screen. It was Toppo. She quickly received the call.
"Congratulations, Shipra. The figures are just in.
And I am very impressed.
You and your team performed fabulously and not only achieved the given target but also topped the campaign work pan India.
Great work."
A flicker of warmth broke through the heaviness in her chest. Her lips curved into a faint smile. At least one part of her life was going right. If nothing else, her professional world still made sense.
She quickly replied.
"Good morning, sir. Thank you so much.
It was all because of your guidance and the team’s effort."
Toppo: How’s your kid now?
Shipra: He’s fine now, sir. Thanks for asking.
Toppo: Good. Also, there are some rewards lined up for the top performers in the campaign—I’ll share the details later.
For now, just send me yours and Patode’s photo for the appreciation letter.
Shipra: I’ll send the pictures right away.
Toppo: Okay. Later then.
With that, the call disconnected.
Shipra leaned back in her chair, exhaling softly. Her mood had lifted, if only a little. Despite everything crumbling in her personal life, her professional world was still intact. And right now, that small victory mattered.
She quickly opened her chat with Patode and typed:
Shipra: Congratulations, Patode, and thanks for all the hard work! Send me a nice picture of yourself.
A reply came almost instantly.
Patode: Someone’s horny early in the morning. Desperate for her lover’s dick pics, huh?
Shipra rolled her eyes.
Shipra: Oh god, Patode.
It’s for the appreciation letter, you pervert.
Shut up and just send one.
Patode: I know that but I am not sending. First, you need to make up for last night.
You left me hanging midway—just like your husband did to you.
I want payback. With penalty interest. Or else, I’ll file a complaint with the ombudsman.
Shipra had been in no mood for games, but the last line cracked her up. A chuckle escaped her lips as she fired back with a teasing pun of her own.
Shipra: This doesn’t fall under the purview of the ombudsman, mister.
Your claim is rejected. Submit your KYC or your account will be blocked for good.
Patode: Come on, Shipra.
Toppo can shove his appreciation right up his ass. I want some appreciation from my slut. That is, if she’s not too busy attending to her son or her wimpy hubby.
Shipra hesitated, biting her nail as she stared at the screen.
Alok was gone. Aarav was fast asleep.
Her mind was restless, clouded with emotions. And maybe, just maybe, she needed a little… escape.
A new message popped up.
Patode: What do you say? Shall we pick up from where we left off yesterday?
We both need a release so bad.
Shipra’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, her heart beating just a little faster.
Shipra: What do you want?
She typed giving in, getting pushed and slipping away once again towards the dark path.
While Patode's face lightened up. A evil smile curved his lips as he typed his demand.
Patode: How about a video call?
End of Chapter 31: Part 2: A Point of No Return
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