29-03-2025, 07:54 PM
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Ashok's footsteps echoed through the empty halls of their apartment as he paced back and forth, his mind racing with unspoken fears and dark imaginings. He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in his gut ever since Chandrani had left for the party. He distracted himself by scrolling through his phone, his thumb lingering on the images of her from the recent puja. She looked every inch the picture of traditional grace in her modest sari and blouse, her eyes shining with a devotion that seemed so far removed from the seductive siren he knew she could be when she wanted to.
He took another sip of his vodka, the bitter taste doing nothing to ease his nerves. The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed twice, the deep resonance signaling that it was already 2 AM. The sudden ring of his wife's phone startled him, jolting him out of his reverie. He picked it up, his heart racing as he saw Chandrani's name flashing on the screen. He swiped to answer, his voice thick with sleep and anxiety.
"Ashok," Chandrani's voice was soft, almost a whisper. "Is Rehan asleep?"
He nodded into the phone, his heart racing. "Yes," he confirmed, his eyes darting to their son's room. The door was ajar, a sliver of light spilling out into the hallway. "What's going on?"
"I need you to do something for me," Chandrani's voice was urgent, the sound of muffled music and distant laughter in the background. "Leave the front door unlocked. I'll be home soon."
SUMMARY^1: Ashok, feeling uneasy about Chandrani's party, paces in their apartment at 2 AM. He's startled when her phone calls and she whispers for him to leave the door unlocked, hinting at a secretive and urgent return.
Ashok frowned, his confusion piqued. "Why?"
"Just do it, please," Chandrani insisted, her voice strained. "I'll explain when I get home."
With a heavy sigh, Ashok agreed, hanging up the phone. His mind raced as he made his way to the window, his heart hammering in his chest. He peered through the curtains, the city's neon lights playing on the glass. A few moments later, a white Fiat pulled up outside their apartment building, and his heart skipped a beat as he watched Chandrani emerge from the backseat. She looked flustered, her sari slightly askew, and the way she glanced around the quiet street before slipping out of the car spoke volumes. He knew she was worried about being seen, her carefully crafted public image at stake.
The driver, a young man in a sharp suit, offered her a hand, but she waved him off, her eyes searching the darkened windows of their building. She looked up and, for a split second, Ashok was sure she saw him, but she turned away and hurried towards the entrance, her heels clicking against the pavement. He watched her go, a mix of anger and concern warring inside him.
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani calls Ashok from the party, asking him to leave the door unlocked and explaining nothing. He sees her get out of a white Fiat, looking disheveled and worried about being observed, reinforcing his suspicions and anxiety.
When Chandrani finally entered the apartment, he could tell she was drunk. Her eyes were slightly glazed, and her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat that had nothing to do with the heat outside. She swayed slightly on her feet, and he knew that if he didn't say anything, she'd probably think she'd gotten away with it. But he couldn't let it slide, not after the whispers he had heard, not after the way she had been dressed earlier.
Her arms slipped around his neck, and she pressed her body against his, her breath warm and faintly sweet with the scent of alcohol. She kissed him, her lips sloppy and insistent, as if she could erase his anger with the force of her affection. He knew she was playing him, using her drunkenness as an excuse for her behavior, but his body responded despite himself. He felt his cock stir, the fabric of his pants growing tight.
Chandrani pulled away, her eyes searching his face, and then she turned and swayed into the bedroom. He watched as she stood before the mirror, her sari clinging to her curves like a second skin. She unclipped her earrings and watch, the jewelry falling onto the dresser with a clatter. Her movements were deliberate, a performance for his benefit. She knew he was watching, knew he was still upset. She knew she had won.
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani returns home drunk, and Ashok is visibly upset. Despite her attempts to seduce him and downplay her behavior, his suspicions and anger persist.
With a heavy sigh, Ashok took another swig of his vodka, his eyes never leaving her reflection. He knew he should be furious, should demand answers. But the sight of her, so vulnerable yet so powerful, made him feel...small. He was just a man, and she was his woman, playing a game he hadn't even known existed. He felt a strange mix of anger, arousal, and admiration.
As Chandrani swayed into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her, Ashok remained on the edge of the bed. The silence stretched out, each second feeling like an eternity as he waited for her to come out and offer an explanation about why she was late..the sound f faucet was the only sound in the room.
Suddenly, Chandrani's phone binged from its spot on the nightstand. The screen illuminated with a notification, and without thinking, Ashok reached for it, his curiosity piqued. He glanced towards the bathroom door, ensuring she was still preoccupied before unlocking the device. His heart pounded in his chest as he scrolled through the messages, his eyes widening when he saw Jorawar's name.
Ashok was bit surprised to see all the previous conversation with jorawar has been deleted by chandrani. only the messages of today remained which were a blur of flirty banter and innuendos, but as he scrolled down, his eyes fell on a more recent thread that sent a chill down his spine. "Thank you for making it tonight, Chandrani. The party wouldn't have been the same without you," it read, followed by a series of photos from the evening. In each one, Chandrani was surrounded by a group of men, her smile wide, her eyes gleaming. she looked like a hot bong milf, her cleavage on full display. His stomach lurched as he scrolled through, each picture adding fuel to the fire of his palpitation but ashok himself did not knew why he was exactly nervous.
He took another sip of his vodka, the bitter taste doing nothing to ease his nerves. The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed twice, the deep resonance signaling that it was already 2 AM. The sudden ring of his wife's phone startled him, jolting him out of his reverie. He picked it up, his heart racing as he saw Chandrani's name flashing on the screen. He swiped to answer, his voice thick with sleep and anxiety.
"Ashok," Chandrani's voice was soft, almost a whisper. "Is Rehan asleep?"
He nodded into the phone, his heart racing. "Yes," he confirmed, his eyes darting to their son's room. The door was ajar, a sliver of light spilling out into the hallway. "What's going on?"
"I need you to do something for me," Chandrani's voice was urgent, the sound of muffled music and distant laughter in the background. "Leave the front door unlocked. I'll be home soon."
SUMMARY^1: Ashok, feeling uneasy about Chandrani's party, paces in their apartment at 2 AM. He's startled when her phone calls and she whispers for him to leave the door unlocked, hinting at a secretive and urgent return.
Ashok frowned, his confusion piqued. "Why?"
"Just do it, please," Chandrani insisted, her voice strained. "I'll explain when I get home."
With a heavy sigh, Ashok agreed, hanging up the phone. His mind raced as he made his way to the window, his heart hammering in his chest. He peered through the curtains, the city's neon lights playing on the glass. A few moments later, a white Fiat pulled up outside their apartment building, and his heart skipped a beat as he watched Chandrani emerge from the backseat. She looked flustered, her sari slightly askew, and the way she glanced around the quiet street before slipping out of the car spoke volumes. He knew she was worried about being seen, her carefully crafted public image at stake.
The driver, a young man in a sharp suit, offered her a hand, but she waved him off, her eyes searching the darkened windows of their building. She looked up and, for a split second, Ashok was sure she saw him, but she turned away and hurried towards the entrance, her heels clicking against the pavement. He watched her go, a mix of anger and concern warring inside him.
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani calls Ashok from the party, asking him to leave the door unlocked and explaining nothing. He sees her get out of a white Fiat, looking disheveled and worried about being observed, reinforcing his suspicions and anxiety.
When Chandrani finally entered the apartment, he could tell she was drunk. Her eyes were slightly glazed, and her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat that had nothing to do with the heat outside. She swayed slightly on her feet, and he knew that if he didn't say anything, she'd probably think she'd gotten away with it. But he couldn't let it slide, not after the whispers he had heard, not after the way she had been dressed earlier.
Her arms slipped around his neck, and she pressed her body against his, her breath warm and faintly sweet with the scent of alcohol. She kissed him, her lips sloppy and insistent, as if she could erase his anger with the force of her affection. He knew she was playing him, using her drunkenness as an excuse for her behavior, but his body responded despite himself. He felt his cock stir, the fabric of his pants growing tight.
Chandrani pulled away, her eyes searching his face, and then she turned and swayed into the bedroom. He watched as she stood before the mirror, her sari clinging to her curves like a second skin. She unclipped her earrings and watch, the jewelry falling onto the dresser with a clatter. Her movements were deliberate, a performance for his benefit. She knew he was watching, knew he was still upset. She knew she had won.
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani returns home drunk, and Ashok is visibly upset. Despite her attempts to seduce him and downplay her behavior, his suspicions and anger persist.
With a heavy sigh, Ashok took another swig of his vodka, his eyes never leaving her reflection. He knew he should be furious, should demand answers. But the sight of her, so vulnerable yet so powerful, made him feel...small. He was just a man, and she was his woman, playing a game he hadn't even known existed. He felt a strange mix of anger, arousal, and admiration.
As Chandrani swayed into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her, Ashok remained on the edge of the bed. The silence stretched out, each second feeling like an eternity as he waited for her to come out and offer an explanation about why she was late..the sound f faucet was the only sound in the room.
Suddenly, Chandrani's phone binged from its spot on the nightstand. The screen illuminated with a notification, and without thinking, Ashok reached for it, his curiosity piqued. He glanced towards the bathroom door, ensuring she was still preoccupied before unlocking the device. His heart pounded in his chest as he scrolled through the messages, his eyes widening when he saw Jorawar's name.
Ashok was bit surprised to see all the previous conversation with jorawar has been deleted by chandrani. only the messages of today remained which were a blur of flirty banter and innuendos, but as he scrolled down, his eyes fell on a more recent thread that sent a chill down his spine. "Thank you for making it tonight, Chandrani. The party wouldn't have been the same without you," it read, followed by a series of photos from the evening. In each one, Chandrani was surrounded by a group of men, her smile wide, her eyes gleaming. she looked like a hot bong milf, her cleavage on full display. His stomach lurched as he scrolled through, each picture adding fuel to the fire of his palpitation but ashok himself did not knew why he was exactly nervous.
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