29-03-2025, 09:27 PM
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And then, the last three photos. In the first, Chandrani was indeed sitting on Jorawar's lap, her hand raised in a victory sign, her armpit and cleavage on full display. She was sweaty, but it only added to her allure, her skin glistening under the dim party lights. In the second, she was leaning on a table, her sari pallu artfully adjusted to show off her navel, her bare midriff, and her clevage..she looked like a rpe fruit waiting to be plucked...
SUMMARY^1: Ashok finds deleted messages and photos on Chandrani's phone showing her flirting with Jorawar and other men, increasing his anxiety and confusion.
Ashok's hand trembled as he swiped to the final image. There they were, Jorawar and Chandrani, standing so close that their bodies were almost touching. Chandrani's hand was placed on Jorawar's chest, but it was the shadowy outline on her hip that caught Ashok's eye. Was that really just a fingertip? Or was it the unmistakable pressure of a man's hand, squeezing her ass?
He squinted, zooming in on the image, his heart racing as he scrutinized every pixel. The lighting was poor, the shadow playing tricks on his mind. Was it a trick of the light, or was it a digit, curling around the curve of her flesh? His thoughts spiraled, the whispers of doubt and suspicion growing louder with each passing second.
The room around him seemed to close in, the walls pressing against his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He set the phone down, the weight of his suspicion feeling like a boulder on his shoulders. He had to confront her, but how? The thought of the conversation made him feel sick. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before he faced his wife.
SUMMARY^1: Ashok discovers a suspicious image on Chandrani's phone of her and Jorawar, with a potential inappropriate touch, leading to trembling and suffocating thoughts.
When Chandrani emerged from the washroom, her hair still damp from her hasty attempt to freshen up, she immediately knew that something was wrong. The air in the room was thick with tension, and she could feel the accusations in Ashok's eyes. She had hoped that her seductive display earlier would be enough to distract him from her late return and the scent of alcohol that clung to her, but she could see that it had not worked. She took a deep breath and stepped closer to him, her heart racing.
"I need you to fuck me, Ashok," she whispered, her voice low and urgent. "Please, don't be mad at me. I missed you so much tonight."
Chandrani had never been so blunt with him before. She had always been the one to dance around the topic of sex, playing the coy wife who needed coaxing into intimacy. But tonight was different. She walked out of the washroom in a barely-there nighty that clung to her still-damp skin, her eyes pleading with him to understand. She could feel the weight of the evening's events pressing down on her, the whispers of doubt and suspicion threatening to shatter the facade of their marriage.
"Please, Ashok," she murmured, her voice a siren's call as she stepped closer. She placed her hand on his chest, feeling the heat of his anger and desire. "I need you to fuck me," she demanded, her voice low and urgent. "rough...and hard..."
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani returns from the washroom, detecting Ashok's tension. She desperately attempts to deflect his suspicion with blunt, urgent sexual advances, revealing an unusual assertiveness.
SUMMARY^2: Ashok grows suspicious of Chandrani's behavior at the party, as she calls him to leave the door unlocked. Her drunken return and the discovery of flirtatious messages and deleted photos with Jorawar on her phone only intensify his anxiety. Chandrani tries to seduce him, but he remains tense.
Her hand slid down to his crotch, and she felt the hardness beneath his trousers. He was still aroused from earlier, despite the tension in the room. She knew that was her in, her way to distract him from his suspicions. She kissed him, her mouth hungry and desperate. His arms wrapped around her, and for a moment, she thought she had won. But then he pulled away, his eyes searching hers.
"What happened tonight, Chandrani?" he asked, his voice tight.
She looked at him, her eyes wide and innocent. "It was just a party, Ashok. Nothing to be upset about."
Ashok's gaze dropped to her hand, which was still on his crotch. He could feel the heat of her palm through the fabric, and his resolve began to waver. "You're impossible," he said, his voice gruff.
"Is that a compliment?" Chandrani teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know I was the belle of the ball tonight. Everyone couldn't take their eyes off me." She leaned in closer, her breath hot on his ear. "I'm sure if I posted a picture of this sexy sari on WhatsApp, I'd have a hundred messages from guys asking to fuck me."
Ashok felt his cheeks burn as he realized the double meaning of his words. He stepped back, his hand slipping from her waist. "Chandrani, please," he chided, his tone still playful despite the throb of arousal in his voice.
Her laugh was low and sultry, her eyes dancing with challenge. "What, darling?" she purred, her hand lingering on his crotch. "You don't think I'm sexy enough to make men beg?"
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani tries to redirect Ashok's suspicion with aggressive flirting and kissing, claiming the party was innocent. She teases him about being the center of attention and the potential for men to lust over her, adding to the tension.
Ashok's cheeks flushed deeper, and he swallowed hard. "Of course, you're sexy," he managed to murmur, his voice thick with desire and embarrassment. "But Chandrani, we shouldn't talk about this."
Chandrani's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Why not?" she whispered, her hand moving to stroke his cock more insistently. "It's just a little fun. You know I'd never do anything with them, right?"
Ashok's breath hitched, and he knew she was playing him. "Chandrani, please," he begged, his resolve crumbling. "You're drunk."
"And you're hard," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You're always so concerned about everyone else. What about me? What about what I want?"
Ashok felt a jolt of desire at her words. Despite his suspicion, he couldn't deny that the idea of claiming his wife, marking her as his own, was incredibly arousing. But the rational part of his brain reminded him of what he had seen on her phone, the way she had flaunted herself for others. "Chandrani," he began, his voice strained. "You're drunk. We should talk about this later."
But she wasn't listening. She was busy unbuckling his belt, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm not just drunk, Ashok," she murmured, her voice low and seductive. "I'm horny. And I need my hubby to fuck me."
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani persists with her seductive teasing, touching Ashok intimately. Despite his reservations, he's aroused by her boldness. She insists on their intimate needs, dismissing his concerns about her sobriety and the events of the night.
Ashok's cock throbbed at her words, and he felt himself giving in. He knew he should be mad at her, but the desire was too strong. He allowed her to pull him closer, her mouth finding his again in a kiss that was all teeth and desperation. He could taste the whiskey on her breath, feel the heat of her body against his. Her hand was still working on his pants, and he knew she was going to win this battle.
But as she finally managed to free him from his constraints, his thoughts drifted back to her phone. The images of her with Jorawar, the way she had looked at him tonight, the whispers that had followed her wherever she went. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes searching hers. "Chandrani," he said, his voice low and serious. "I saw your photos with Jorawar tonight."
Her eyes widened slightly, and she took a step back, the playfulness draining from her features. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a little too sharp.
Ashok took a deep breath, the weight of the evening's revelations pressing down on him like a leaden blanket. "I saw the photos on your phone," he said, his voice measured. "The ones you were ....you know sticking close to him...."
Chandrani felt a flash of irritation at her husband's snooping, but she pushed it aside. "It's not what it looks like," she murmured, her hand sliding down to cup his erection. "You know how these parties are. Everyone is just playing their part."
SUMMARY^1: Ashok succumbs to Chandrani's seduction, but their intimate moment is interrupted when he brings up the photos of her with Jorawar. She attempts to deflect with more flirtation, but the mention of the photos causes her to tense up and defend herself.
But Ashok wasn't in the mood for excuses. His voice took on a whiny tone, complaining about her behavior with Jorawar. "I can't stand seeing you with him," he said, his eyes flashing with anger. "It's like you're flaunting it in my face."
"What are you talking about?" Chandrani snapped, her hand still on his cock, her own annoyance rising. "It's just business."
But Ashok's complaints about Jorawar grew louder, his voice a whine in the quiet of the night. "You're always with him," he accused, his words slurred with drink. "It's like you're flaunting it in my face."
Chandrani's hand stilled on his cock, and she rolled her eyes. "It's just business, Ashok," she repeated, her voice tight with frustration. "You know how important this is for me, for us."
"But it's more than that," Ashok insisted, his voice a petulant whine. "You're always with him. Laughing at his jokes, touching his arm. It's like you're showing off....we are a middle class family."
The mention of Jorawar's name sent a bolt of anger through Chandrani. She had had enough. With a sudden jerk, she removed her hand from his cock and sat up. "You're so jealous, you can't even see straight," she hissed. "If Jorawar had actually fucked me dry tonight, maybe you'd finally understand that I have needs too."
The words hung in the air like a challenge, and Ashok felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He had gone too far, and he knew it. "Chandrani, I'm sorry," he mumbled, reaching out to touch her.
SUMMARY^1: Ashok's insecurity and jealousy over Chandrani's interactions with Jorawar come to a head. Despite her insistence that it's purely business, his accusations continue, leading to a heated argument where she retaliates with a provocative statement about her needs.
But she jerked away from his touch, her eyes flashing in the dim light. "Don't," she spat, her voice venomous. "You've made it clear you don't trust me."
Ashok felt the sting of her words, and he realized he had pushed too far. His hand hovered in the air for a moment before dropping to his side, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I'm sorry," he murmured again, the alcohol making his voice thick and clumsy. "I didn't mean it like that."
But Chandrani was done with his apologies. She rolled over, her back to him, and pulled the sheet up to her neck. "If you can't handle it, then maybe you should just let me go," she said, her voice cold and hard. "I have needs too, Ashok. Maybe you're not man enough to satisfy me anymore."
Her words hit him like a slap in the face. "What are you saying?" he stuttered, his hand hovering over her hip.
"You heard me," Chandrani snapped, her voice brittle with anger. "You're so busy being jealous and suspicious that you can't see what's right in front of you." She paused, taking a deep, shaky breath. "I've given you everything, and what do I get in return? Accusations and doubt."
Her words hung in the air like a challenge, and Ashok felt a hot stab of regret. He knew he had pushed her too far, but the whispers and glances of the other men at the party had eaten away at him, turning his love into a toxic brew of insecurity.
SUMMARY^1: Ashok's distrust leads to an argument, with Chandrani accusing him of not being able to satisfy her. She suggests that if he can't handle her ambition and the nature of her work, he should let her go.
"Chandrani, I didn't mean it like that," he began, his voice pleading. But she had already rolled over, her back to him, the tension in her body a palpable wall. "You're just drunk," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow. "You're seeing things that aren't there."
"But those photos..." he tried again, his voice trailing off.
"Fuck the photos!" Chandrani snapped, turning to face him. "You're so obsessed with what other men might want that you can't see what you have!" Her eyes blazed with anger, and he felt a twinge of guilt at the pain in her voice.
"What do you mean?" Ashok stuttered, his hand hovering over her bare shoulder, unsure if he should touch her or not.
"You're so busy worrying about what Jorawar might be thinking that you don't see me," Chandrani whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You don't see the woman who loves you, who needs you." She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort. "Who needs you to be her rock, not her accuser."
Ashok's hand fell away, his eyes searching hers in the dim light of the room. "I just... I want to trust you," he said, his voice cracking. "But it's hard when you're always with him, when you're dressed like that."
SUMMARY^1: Ashok's obsession with the photos of Chandrani with Jorawar leads to accusations, causing Chandrani to express her frustration and pain, highlighting her need for trust and emotional support.
SUMMARY^2: Chandrani returns from the party, teasing Ashok with tales of men desiring her, and initiates an intimate moment. However, this is cut short when Ashok confronts her about the suspicious photos with Jorawar. This leads to an intense argument, with Chandrani accusing him of not understanding her ambitions and hinting that she might seek satisfaction elsewhere if not supported.
"Like what?" she challenged, sitting up and letting the sheet fall away to reveal her bare breasts. "This is who I am, Ashok. You knew that when you married me. I'm a woman with desires, with ambition." Her voice grew softer, the anger fading to something else, something more vulnerable. "Can't you just love me for who I am?"
He took a deep breath, the room spinning with the weight of her words. "I do," he whispered, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. "But I can't ignore the whispers, the looks."
"Then maybe you don't know me at all," she said, her voice laced with bitterness. She leaned in, her breasts brushing against his chest. "Maybe you don't know what I'm capable of."
The words hung in the air, a challenge and a declaration. Ashok's heart raced as he stared at her, his eyes flickering with a mix of anger and desire. He had never seen this side of Chandrani before, the raw, unfiltered side that spoke of passion and need. "What are you saying?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.
"I'm saying," she began, her eyes never leaving his, "that I know how to handle myself. so trust me.. baby..."
The words hung in the air, thick with innuendo. Ashok felt his cock twitch at the thought, his mind racing with images of his beautiful wife being taken by other men while he watched, helpless to stop it. "You think I would just sit there and watch?" he growled, his voice a mix of anger and desire. "You think I wouldn't do anything to protect what's mine?"
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani confronts Ashok about his inability to trust her and suggests that he may not truly know her capabilities, hinting at a more assertive side of her personality that could handle the situations he fears.
Chandrani's eyes glinted with mischief as she leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Protect me?" she whispered, her hand sliding down to trace the length of his hardening erection. "Or are you just jealous, knowing that I could have any man I want?"
Her naughty tone was a direct hit to his male ego, and Ashok felt his jaw clench. "You think I'd just sit there and watch?" he challenged, his voice low and gruff. "You think I don't have the balls to do anything?"
Chandrani's smile grew more wicked. ""oh please...ashok...if i got gangbanged right now infront of your eyes..you dnt have any balls to do anything....except sitting here and watching"
Her words hung in the air, a challenge that sent a bolt of electricity through Ashok's body. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His cock was now fully erect, pressing painfully against his zipper. He took a step back, his mind racing. "What the hell are you saying, Chandrani?"
"I'm saying," she purred, her hand sliding up his chest, "that maybe you should loosen up a bit. Maybe I want more than just you."
Ashok felt like he had been slapped. "What do you mean, 'more than just me'?"
Chandrani sighed, her eyes filled with a sadness that didn't quite reach her smug smile. "I mean, I know you're a good husband, Ashok. But I'm not just your wife. I'm a woman with needs and desires. And if you can't give me what I need, I'll find it elsewhere."
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani challenges Ashok's ability to satisfy her and suggests that if he can't meet her needs, she might seek pleasure elsewhere, hinting at a desire for more than a monogamous relationship and pushing his boundaries of acceptance.
Her confession hung in the air, a heavy weight that threatened to crush the last shred of his trust. "You're not serious," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper.
"Deadly serious," she replied, her eyes locking onto his. "Jorawar wants me, yes. But I know how to handle him. I'm not some naive girl you can protect from the big bad wolf. I've been playing this game longer than you think."
Ashok felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him. He had always believed Chandrani to be the epitome of innocence, the virtuous wife and mother. To hear her talk about playing games with men like Jorawar was like a slap in the face. "What do you mean, 'handle him'?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Her eyes searched his, looking for something—understanding, perhaps. "I mean that I know how to make my way to get what I want," she said softly. "The NGO is just a stepping stone for me. I have political aspirations, Ashok. I want to be more than just a wife and a mother. I want to make a difference in this city."
Ashok felt his heart sink. "You never told me," he murmured.
Chandrani's eyes searched his, and she saw the hurt, the betrayal. "I didn't think it mattered," she said, her voice softening. "You were my choice, my future. I never lied about loving you, Ashok."
He took a step back, his hand shaking as he set his glass down on the counter. "Then why keep it a secret?" he demanded.
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani admits to knowing how to manipulate men like Jorawar to achieve her ambitions and hints at her political aspirations, which were unknown to Ashok, causing him pain and confusion, questioning the authenticity of their relationship.
"Because you wouldn't understand," Chandrani said, her voice tight with unshed tears. "You've always seen me as this perfect wife, this goddess. You couldn't handle the reality of who I really am."
Ashok felt as if the floor had dropped out from under him. "What are you saying?"
Chandrani took a deep breath, her eyes welling up with emotion. "I'm saying that Jorawar is a means to an end. He wants me, yes, but I'm not going to let him have me—not in the way you think. I know how to handle men like him," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "But if I have to play a game to get what I want, then so be it."
The revelation hit Ashok like a ton of bricks. The NGO, the charity work, the late nights—it was all a facade. She was playing a much more dangerous game than he had ever imagined. "What do you mean, a means to an end?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Chandrani took a step closer to him, her eyes searching his face. "I've been working towards this for years, Ashok," she said, her voice filled with a mix of passion and defiance. "The NGO, it's just a stepping stone. I want to make a difference, a real difference. And the only way to do that is to be in a position of power..and now after years of networkin and hardwork i am this close to be woman's wing of lok shakti party."
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani explains her manipulation of men like Jorawar as a strategic move towards her ultimate goal of political power, revealing her true intentions and the depth of her ambition to Ashok, who grapples with the revelation that her NGO work was a cover for her political aspirations.
Ashok felt his world crumbling around him. He had always been proud of his wife's dedication to social work, but this...this was something else entirely. "What does that mean for us?" he choked out, his heart feeling like it was being squeezed in a vice.
Chandrani took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "It means that I will do whatever it takes to achieve my goals," she said firmly. "But I have never, and will never, cheat on you, Ashok. You and Rehan are my everything."
Ashok felt his anger dissipate, replaced by a deep sadness. "But you didn't trust me enough to tell me the truth," he murmured.
"I know," Chandrani said softly, her eyes welling up with tears. "I was scared. I didn't think you could handle it. I wanted to be the perfect wife, the perfect daughter-in-law." She took a step closer to him, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. "I didn't want to disappoint you, or your family. I never cheated on you, Ashok. Those men, they were just a means to an end."
Ashok stared at her, his mind racing with the revelation. He had always known that she was ambitious, but he had never imagined the lengths she would go to achieve her goals. The thought of her using her body to manipulate powerful men was both repulsive and strangely arousing.
"I know it's a lot to take in," Chandrani continued, her voice soft and earnest. "But I want you to understand that it was never about betrayal. It was about survival, about making a name for ourselves in this city."
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani assures Ashok of her fidelity, but her admission about using men for political advancement leaves him devastated. He struggles with the duality of his feelings—sadness at her lack of trust and arousal at her strategic power play. She frames her actions as survival tactics for their family's social climb in the city.
SUMMARY^2: Chandrani confesses her strategic manipulation of men like Jorawar to advance her political aspirations, revealing a side of herself that Ashok didn't know existed. This revelation causes Ashok to question their relationship's authenticity and grapple with his own feelings of arousal and betrayal.
Ashok's eyes searched hers, the weight of her confession heavy between them. "What are you saying?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper.
Chandrani took a deep breath, bracing herself. "When we got married," she began, "I wasn't a virgin."
Ashok's eyes widened in shock, the scotch in his hand momentarily forgotten. "What?"
"You heard me," Chandrani said, her voice steady. "i was not that sati savitri which you think i always was"
Ashok felt like the floor had dropped out from beneath him. He knew the world of politics was dirty, but he had never imagined that Chandrani had had to pay such a high price to climb its ranks. He took a step back, his hand shaking as he set the scotch down. "How many times?" he managed to ask, his voice hoarse.
"As many as it took," she replied, her expression unreadable. "But it was never about pleasure, Ashok. It was always about survival, about giving me a future."
Ashok felt his stomach churn as he processed her words. "You mean..." he trailed off, unable to voice the thought.
"Yes," Chandrani said, her eyes unwavering. "It was part of the deal to secure the funds for my college election. The politician who backed me, he was a powerful man, much older than my father. I had to spend a weekend with him."
The confession hung in the air, thick with the scent of the spilled truth. Ashok felt a mix of horror and fascination. "Was it just that one time?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani reveals her non-virgin status and the political bargain she made for her college election funds, involving a weekend with an influential politician. This revelation shakes Ashok to his core, challenging his perception of her purity and her methods of achieving their social status.
Chandrani's expression grew serious. "No, it wasn't," she admitted, her eyes never leaving his. "It was a... a currency I used to get what I wanted. A way to ensure that my voice was heard in a world that didn't care about a girl from a small town with big dreams."
Ashok felt a mix of disgust and admiration for his wife's bravery. "How many?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Chandrani paused, her eyes searching his. "As many as necessary," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of defiance. "But it was always calculated, never for pleasure. It was a means to an end."
The room grew quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside. Ashok felt a mix of anger and arousal, his mind reeling with the revelation of his wife's past. He knew that in the circles they moved in, such things happened, but to think that Chandrani, the woman he had shared his life with, had been through such ordeals...it was too much to take in.
"But you're not that person anymore," he said finally, his voice hoarse. "You don't have to do those things now."
"I know," she replied, her eyes dark with a mix of sadness and determination. "But I had to play the game to get where I am. And now, with you by my side, I can be whoever I want to be."
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani confirms her repeated use of sexual favors as a tool for political advancement, emphasizing her calculated approach and lack of pleasure. Ashok's emotions are conflicted, torn between anger and admiration for her survival tactics. Despite her past, she assures him she has moved on, and together they can now define their futures.
Ashok felt the weight of her words, the implication of what she was saying hanging heavily in the air. He knew that the political world was a cesspool, but he had naively believed that Chandrani had been above it all. The realization that she had paid such a high price for their success was a bitter pill to swallow.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice thick with regret. "I never wanted to tell you, but I thought you should know the truth."
Ashok's mind was reeling, his thoughts racing a mile a minute. He took another sip of his scotch, the burn doing little to distract from the tumultuous emotions roiling within him. He knew that their marriage had been built on a foundation of ambition and compromise, but he had never imagined it to be this... tainted.
"Is that why...?" He trailed off, unable to finish his thought.
Her eyes narrowed playfully, and she nudged him with her elbow. "What? Why what, Ashok?"
his voice laced with both anger and a strange, twisted curiosity. "Is that why your... you know," he gestured awkwardly, "your cunt is so... welcoming?"
Chandrani's playful expression darkened for a moment, but then she laughed, a sound that was both musical and filled with a hint of challenge. "You think so, Mr.hubby?" She stepped closer to him, her hips swaying with a seductive grace that made his cock twitch. "You think I've had so much experience that I've got a politician's cock-hole?"
SUMMARY^1: Ashok grapples with the revelation of Chandrani's past, feeling a mix of anger, regret, and confusion. He questions the authenticity of their intimate life, and Chandrani responds with a blend of playfulness and challenge, hinting that her sexual experience has been a double-edged sword in her rise to power.
Ashok felt the blood rush to his face, a mix of anger, arousal, and embarrassment coursing through him. He took another sip of his scotch, trying to play it cool. "I'm just saying," he shrugged, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's always been so... welcoming."
Chandrani stepped closer, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, really?" she purred, playfully nudging his shoulder. "Fuck you," she whispered, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
Ashok's eyes widened, surprise and arousal warring within him. He had never heard his wife speak so bluntly, so casually about sex. But the way she said it, the way she looked at him, it was like a dare, a challenge to claim what was rightfully his. . He stepped closer to her, their bodies almost touching.
"Fuck you," she murmured again, this time leaning in to kiss him. Her lips were soft, her breath warm with the faint scent of wine. The kiss was explosive, a declaration of intent that sent shockwaves through his body. He felt his anger and suspicion melt away, replaced by a hunger that consumed him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, they cuddled like a teeange lover and slept off peacefully.
SUMMARY^1: Ashok finds deleted messages and photos on Chandrani's phone showing her flirting with Jorawar and other men, increasing his anxiety and confusion.
Ashok's hand trembled as he swiped to the final image. There they were, Jorawar and Chandrani, standing so close that their bodies were almost touching. Chandrani's hand was placed on Jorawar's chest, but it was the shadowy outline on her hip that caught Ashok's eye. Was that really just a fingertip? Or was it the unmistakable pressure of a man's hand, squeezing her ass?
He squinted, zooming in on the image, his heart racing as he scrutinized every pixel. The lighting was poor, the shadow playing tricks on his mind. Was it a trick of the light, or was it a digit, curling around the curve of her flesh? His thoughts spiraled, the whispers of doubt and suspicion growing louder with each passing second.
The room around him seemed to close in, the walls pressing against his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He set the phone down, the weight of his suspicion feeling like a boulder on his shoulders. He had to confront her, but how? The thought of the conversation made him feel sick. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before he faced his wife.
SUMMARY^1: Ashok discovers a suspicious image on Chandrani's phone of her and Jorawar, with a potential inappropriate touch, leading to trembling and suffocating thoughts.
When Chandrani emerged from the washroom, her hair still damp from her hasty attempt to freshen up, she immediately knew that something was wrong. The air in the room was thick with tension, and she could feel the accusations in Ashok's eyes. She had hoped that her seductive display earlier would be enough to distract him from her late return and the scent of alcohol that clung to her, but she could see that it had not worked. She took a deep breath and stepped closer to him, her heart racing.
"I need you to fuck me, Ashok," she whispered, her voice low and urgent. "Please, don't be mad at me. I missed you so much tonight."
Chandrani had never been so blunt with him before. She had always been the one to dance around the topic of sex, playing the coy wife who needed coaxing into intimacy. But tonight was different. She walked out of the washroom in a barely-there nighty that clung to her still-damp skin, her eyes pleading with him to understand. She could feel the weight of the evening's events pressing down on her, the whispers of doubt and suspicion threatening to shatter the facade of their marriage.
"Please, Ashok," she murmured, her voice a siren's call as she stepped closer. She placed her hand on his chest, feeling the heat of his anger and desire. "I need you to fuck me," she demanded, her voice low and urgent. "rough...and hard..."
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani returns from the washroom, detecting Ashok's tension. She desperately attempts to deflect his suspicion with blunt, urgent sexual advances, revealing an unusual assertiveness.
SUMMARY^2: Ashok grows suspicious of Chandrani's behavior at the party, as she calls him to leave the door unlocked. Her drunken return and the discovery of flirtatious messages and deleted photos with Jorawar on her phone only intensify his anxiety. Chandrani tries to seduce him, but he remains tense.
Her hand slid down to his crotch, and she felt the hardness beneath his trousers. He was still aroused from earlier, despite the tension in the room. She knew that was her in, her way to distract him from his suspicions. She kissed him, her mouth hungry and desperate. His arms wrapped around her, and for a moment, she thought she had won. But then he pulled away, his eyes searching hers.
"What happened tonight, Chandrani?" he asked, his voice tight.
She looked at him, her eyes wide and innocent. "It was just a party, Ashok. Nothing to be upset about."
Ashok's gaze dropped to her hand, which was still on his crotch. He could feel the heat of her palm through the fabric, and his resolve began to waver. "You're impossible," he said, his voice gruff.
"Is that a compliment?" Chandrani teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know I was the belle of the ball tonight. Everyone couldn't take their eyes off me." She leaned in closer, her breath hot on his ear. "I'm sure if I posted a picture of this sexy sari on WhatsApp, I'd have a hundred messages from guys asking to fuck me."
Ashok felt his cheeks burn as he realized the double meaning of his words. He stepped back, his hand slipping from her waist. "Chandrani, please," he chided, his tone still playful despite the throb of arousal in his voice.
Her laugh was low and sultry, her eyes dancing with challenge. "What, darling?" she purred, her hand lingering on his crotch. "You don't think I'm sexy enough to make men beg?"
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani tries to redirect Ashok's suspicion with aggressive flirting and kissing, claiming the party was innocent. She teases him about being the center of attention and the potential for men to lust over her, adding to the tension.
Ashok's cheeks flushed deeper, and he swallowed hard. "Of course, you're sexy," he managed to murmur, his voice thick with desire and embarrassment. "But Chandrani, we shouldn't talk about this."
Chandrani's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Why not?" she whispered, her hand moving to stroke his cock more insistently. "It's just a little fun. You know I'd never do anything with them, right?"
Ashok's breath hitched, and he knew she was playing him. "Chandrani, please," he begged, his resolve crumbling. "You're drunk."
"And you're hard," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You're always so concerned about everyone else. What about me? What about what I want?"
Ashok felt a jolt of desire at her words. Despite his suspicion, he couldn't deny that the idea of claiming his wife, marking her as his own, was incredibly arousing. But the rational part of his brain reminded him of what he had seen on her phone, the way she had flaunted herself for others. "Chandrani," he began, his voice strained. "You're drunk. We should talk about this later."
But she wasn't listening. She was busy unbuckling his belt, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm not just drunk, Ashok," she murmured, her voice low and seductive. "I'm horny. And I need my hubby to fuck me."
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani persists with her seductive teasing, touching Ashok intimately. Despite his reservations, he's aroused by her boldness. She insists on their intimate needs, dismissing his concerns about her sobriety and the events of the night.
Ashok's cock throbbed at her words, and he felt himself giving in. He knew he should be mad at her, but the desire was too strong. He allowed her to pull him closer, her mouth finding his again in a kiss that was all teeth and desperation. He could taste the whiskey on her breath, feel the heat of her body against his. Her hand was still working on his pants, and he knew she was going to win this battle.
But as she finally managed to free him from his constraints, his thoughts drifted back to her phone. The images of her with Jorawar, the way she had looked at him tonight, the whispers that had followed her wherever she went. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes searching hers. "Chandrani," he said, his voice low and serious. "I saw your photos with Jorawar tonight."
Her eyes widened slightly, and she took a step back, the playfulness draining from her features. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a little too sharp.
Ashok took a deep breath, the weight of the evening's revelations pressing down on him like a leaden blanket. "I saw the photos on your phone," he said, his voice measured. "The ones you were ....you know sticking close to him...."
Chandrani felt a flash of irritation at her husband's snooping, but she pushed it aside. "It's not what it looks like," she murmured, her hand sliding down to cup his erection. "You know how these parties are. Everyone is just playing their part."
SUMMARY^1: Ashok succumbs to Chandrani's seduction, but their intimate moment is interrupted when he brings up the photos of her with Jorawar. She attempts to deflect with more flirtation, but the mention of the photos causes her to tense up and defend herself.
But Ashok wasn't in the mood for excuses. His voice took on a whiny tone, complaining about her behavior with Jorawar. "I can't stand seeing you with him," he said, his eyes flashing with anger. "It's like you're flaunting it in my face."
"What are you talking about?" Chandrani snapped, her hand still on his cock, her own annoyance rising. "It's just business."
But Ashok's complaints about Jorawar grew louder, his voice a whine in the quiet of the night. "You're always with him," he accused, his words slurred with drink. "It's like you're flaunting it in my face."
Chandrani's hand stilled on his cock, and she rolled her eyes. "It's just business, Ashok," she repeated, her voice tight with frustration. "You know how important this is for me, for us."
"But it's more than that," Ashok insisted, his voice a petulant whine. "You're always with him. Laughing at his jokes, touching his arm. It's like you're showing off....we are a middle class family."
The mention of Jorawar's name sent a bolt of anger through Chandrani. She had had enough. With a sudden jerk, she removed her hand from his cock and sat up. "You're so jealous, you can't even see straight," she hissed. "If Jorawar had actually fucked me dry tonight, maybe you'd finally understand that I have needs too."
The words hung in the air like a challenge, and Ashok felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He had gone too far, and he knew it. "Chandrani, I'm sorry," he mumbled, reaching out to touch her.
SUMMARY^1: Ashok's insecurity and jealousy over Chandrani's interactions with Jorawar come to a head. Despite her insistence that it's purely business, his accusations continue, leading to a heated argument where she retaliates with a provocative statement about her needs.
But she jerked away from his touch, her eyes flashing in the dim light. "Don't," she spat, her voice venomous. "You've made it clear you don't trust me."
Ashok felt the sting of her words, and he realized he had pushed too far. His hand hovered in the air for a moment before dropping to his side, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I'm sorry," he murmured again, the alcohol making his voice thick and clumsy. "I didn't mean it like that."
But Chandrani was done with his apologies. She rolled over, her back to him, and pulled the sheet up to her neck. "If you can't handle it, then maybe you should just let me go," she said, her voice cold and hard. "I have needs too, Ashok. Maybe you're not man enough to satisfy me anymore."
Her words hit him like a slap in the face. "What are you saying?" he stuttered, his hand hovering over her hip.
"You heard me," Chandrani snapped, her voice brittle with anger. "You're so busy being jealous and suspicious that you can't see what's right in front of you." She paused, taking a deep, shaky breath. "I've given you everything, and what do I get in return? Accusations and doubt."
Her words hung in the air like a challenge, and Ashok felt a hot stab of regret. He knew he had pushed her too far, but the whispers and glances of the other men at the party had eaten away at him, turning his love into a toxic brew of insecurity.
SUMMARY^1: Ashok's distrust leads to an argument, with Chandrani accusing him of not being able to satisfy her. She suggests that if he can't handle her ambition and the nature of her work, he should let her go.
"Chandrani, I didn't mean it like that," he began, his voice pleading. But she had already rolled over, her back to him, the tension in her body a palpable wall. "You're just drunk," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow. "You're seeing things that aren't there."
"But those photos..." he tried again, his voice trailing off.
"Fuck the photos!" Chandrani snapped, turning to face him. "You're so obsessed with what other men might want that you can't see what you have!" Her eyes blazed with anger, and he felt a twinge of guilt at the pain in her voice.
"What do you mean?" Ashok stuttered, his hand hovering over her bare shoulder, unsure if he should touch her or not.
"You're so busy worrying about what Jorawar might be thinking that you don't see me," Chandrani whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You don't see the woman who loves you, who needs you." She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort. "Who needs you to be her rock, not her accuser."
Ashok's hand fell away, his eyes searching hers in the dim light of the room. "I just... I want to trust you," he said, his voice cracking. "But it's hard when you're always with him, when you're dressed like that."
SUMMARY^1: Ashok's obsession with the photos of Chandrani with Jorawar leads to accusations, causing Chandrani to express her frustration and pain, highlighting her need for trust and emotional support.
SUMMARY^2: Chandrani returns from the party, teasing Ashok with tales of men desiring her, and initiates an intimate moment. However, this is cut short when Ashok confronts her about the suspicious photos with Jorawar. This leads to an intense argument, with Chandrani accusing him of not understanding her ambitions and hinting that she might seek satisfaction elsewhere if not supported.
"Like what?" she challenged, sitting up and letting the sheet fall away to reveal her bare breasts. "This is who I am, Ashok. You knew that when you married me. I'm a woman with desires, with ambition." Her voice grew softer, the anger fading to something else, something more vulnerable. "Can't you just love me for who I am?"
He took a deep breath, the room spinning with the weight of her words. "I do," he whispered, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. "But I can't ignore the whispers, the looks."
"Then maybe you don't know me at all," she said, her voice laced with bitterness. She leaned in, her breasts brushing against his chest. "Maybe you don't know what I'm capable of."
The words hung in the air, a challenge and a declaration. Ashok's heart raced as he stared at her, his eyes flickering with a mix of anger and desire. He had never seen this side of Chandrani before, the raw, unfiltered side that spoke of passion and need. "What are you saying?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.
"I'm saying," she began, her eyes never leaving his, "that I know how to handle myself. so trust me.. baby..."
The words hung in the air, thick with innuendo. Ashok felt his cock twitch at the thought, his mind racing with images of his beautiful wife being taken by other men while he watched, helpless to stop it. "You think I would just sit there and watch?" he growled, his voice a mix of anger and desire. "You think I wouldn't do anything to protect what's mine?"
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani confronts Ashok about his inability to trust her and suggests that he may not truly know her capabilities, hinting at a more assertive side of her personality that could handle the situations he fears.
Chandrani's eyes glinted with mischief as she leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Protect me?" she whispered, her hand sliding down to trace the length of his hardening erection. "Or are you just jealous, knowing that I could have any man I want?"
Her naughty tone was a direct hit to his male ego, and Ashok felt his jaw clench. "You think I'd just sit there and watch?" he challenged, his voice low and gruff. "You think I don't have the balls to do anything?"
Chandrani's smile grew more wicked. ""oh please...ashok...if i got gangbanged right now infront of your eyes..you dnt have any balls to do anything....except sitting here and watching"
Her words hung in the air, a challenge that sent a bolt of electricity through Ashok's body. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His cock was now fully erect, pressing painfully against his zipper. He took a step back, his mind racing. "What the hell are you saying, Chandrani?"
"I'm saying," she purred, her hand sliding up his chest, "that maybe you should loosen up a bit. Maybe I want more than just you."
Ashok felt like he had been slapped. "What do you mean, 'more than just me'?"
Chandrani sighed, her eyes filled with a sadness that didn't quite reach her smug smile. "I mean, I know you're a good husband, Ashok. But I'm not just your wife. I'm a woman with needs and desires. And if you can't give me what I need, I'll find it elsewhere."
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani challenges Ashok's ability to satisfy her and suggests that if he can't meet her needs, she might seek pleasure elsewhere, hinting at a desire for more than a monogamous relationship and pushing his boundaries of acceptance.
Her confession hung in the air, a heavy weight that threatened to crush the last shred of his trust. "You're not serious," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper.
"Deadly serious," she replied, her eyes locking onto his. "Jorawar wants me, yes. But I know how to handle him. I'm not some naive girl you can protect from the big bad wolf. I've been playing this game longer than you think."
Ashok felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him. He had always believed Chandrani to be the epitome of innocence, the virtuous wife and mother. To hear her talk about playing games with men like Jorawar was like a slap in the face. "What do you mean, 'handle him'?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Her eyes searched his, looking for something—understanding, perhaps. "I mean that I know how to make my way to get what I want," she said softly. "The NGO is just a stepping stone for me. I have political aspirations, Ashok. I want to be more than just a wife and a mother. I want to make a difference in this city."
Ashok felt his heart sink. "You never told me," he murmured.
Chandrani's eyes searched his, and she saw the hurt, the betrayal. "I didn't think it mattered," she said, her voice softening. "You were my choice, my future. I never lied about loving you, Ashok."
He took a step back, his hand shaking as he set his glass down on the counter. "Then why keep it a secret?" he demanded.
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani admits to knowing how to manipulate men like Jorawar to achieve her ambitions and hints at her political aspirations, which were unknown to Ashok, causing him pain and confusion, questioning the authenticity of their relationship.
"Because you wouldn't understand," Chandrani said, her voice tight with unshed tears. "You've always seen me as this perfect wife, this goddess. You couldn't handle the reality of who I really am."
Ashok felt as if the floor had dropped out from under him. "What are you saying?"
Chandrani took a deep breath, her eyes welling up with emotion. "I'm saying that Jorawar is a means to an end. He wants me, yes, but I'm not going to let him have me—not in the way you think. I know how to handle men like him," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "But if I have to play a game to get what I want, then so be it."
The revelation hit Ashok like a ton of bricks. The NGO, the charity work, the late nights—it was all a facade. She was playing a much more dangerous game than he had ever imagined. "What do you mean, a means to an end?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Chandrani took a step closer to him, her eyes searching his face. "I've been working towards this for years, Ashok," she said, her voice filled with a mix of passion and defiance. "The NGO, it's just a stepping stone. I want to make a difference, a real difference. And the only way to do that is to be in a position of power..and now after years of networkin and hardwork i am this close to be woman's wing of lok shakti party."
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani explains her manipulation of men like Jorawar as a strategic move towards her ultimate goal of political power, revealing her true intentions and the depth of her ambition to Ashok, who grapples with the revelation that her NGO work was a cover for her political aspirations.
Ashok felt his world crumbling around him. He had always been proud of his wife's dedication to social work, but this...this was something else entirely. "What does that mean for us?" he choked out, his heart feeling like it was being squeezed in a vice.
Chandrani took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "It means that I will do whatever it takes to achieve my goals," she said firmly. "But I have never, and will never, cheat on you, Ashok. You and Rehan are my everything."
Ashok felt his anger dissipate, replaced by a deep sadness. "But you didn't trust me enough to tell me the truth," he murmured.
"I know," Chandrani said softly, her eyes welling up with tears. "I was scared. I didn't think you could handle it. I wanted to be the perfect wife, the perfect daughter-in-law." She took a step closer to him, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. "I didn't want to disappoint you, or your family. I never cheated on you, Ashok. Those men, they were just a means to an end."
Ashok stared at her, his mind racing with the revelation. He had always known that she was ambitious, but he had never imagined the lengths she would go to achieve her goals. The thought of her using her body to manipulate powerful men was both repulsive and strangely arousing.
"I know it's a lot to take in," Chandrani continued, her voice soft and earnest. "But I want you to understand that it was never about betrayal. It was about survival, about making a name for ourselves in this city."
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani assures Ashok of her fidelity, but her admission about using men for political advancement leaves him devastated. He struggles with the duality of his feelings—sadness at her lack of trust and arousal at her strategic power play. She frames her actions as survival tactics for their family's social climb in the city.
SUMMARY^2: Chandrani confesses her strategic manipulation of men like Jorawar to advance her political aspirations, revealing a side of herself that Ashok didn't know existed. This revelation causes Ashok to question their relationship's authenticity and grapple with his own feelings of arousal and betrayal.
Ashok's eyes searched hers, the weight of her confession heavy between them. "What are you saying?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper.
Chandrani took a deep breath, bracing herself. "When we got married," she began, "I wasn't a virgin."
Ashok's eyes widened in shock, the scotch in his hand momentarily forgotten. "What?"
"You heard me," Chandrani said, her voice steady. "i was not that sati savitri which you think i always was"
Ashok felt like the floor had dropped out from beneath him. He knew the world of politics was dirty, but he had never imagined that Chandrani had had to pay such a high price to climb its ranks. He took a step back, his hand shaking as he set the scotch down. "How many times?" he managed to ask, his voice hoarse.
"As many as it took," she replied, her expression unreadable. "But it was never about pleasure, Ashok. It was always about survival, about giving me a future."
Ashok felt his stomach churn as he processed her words. "You mean..." he trailed off, unable to voice the thought.
"Yes," Chandrani said, her eyes unwavering. "It was part of the deal to secure the funds for my college election. The politician who backed me, he was a powerful man, much older than my father. I had to spend a weekend with him."
The confession hung in the air, thick with the scent of the spilled truth. Ashok felt a mix of horror and fascination. "Was it just that one time?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani reveals her non-virgin status and the political bargain she made for her college election funds, involving a weekend with an influential politician. This revelation shakes Ashok to his core, challenging his perception of her purity and her methods of achieving their social status.
Chandrani's expression grew serious. "No, it wasn't," she admitted, her eyes never leaving his. "It was a... a currency I used to get what I wanted. A way to ensure that my voice was heard in a world that didn't care about a girl from a small town with big dreams."
Ashok felt a mix of disgust and admiration for his wife's bravery. "How many?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Chandrani paused, her eyes searching his. "As many as necessary," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of defiance. "But it was always calculated, never for pleasure. It was a means to an end."
The room grew quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside. Ashok felt a mix of anger and arousal, his mind reeling with the revelation of his wife's past. He knew that in the circles they moved in, such things happened, but to think that Chandrani, the woman he had shared his life with, had been through such ordeals...it was too much to take in.
"But you're not that person anymore," he said finally, his voice hoarse. "You don't have to do those things now."
"I know," she replied, her eyes dark with a mix of sadness and determination. "But I had to play the game to get where I am. And now, with you by my side, I can be whoever I want to be."
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani confirms her repeated use of sexual favors as a tool for political advancement, emphasizing her calculated approach and lack of pleasure. Ashok's emotions are conflicted, torn between anger and admiration for her survival tactics. Despite her past, she assures him she has moved on, and together they can now define their futures.
Ashok felt the weight of her words, the implication of what she was saying hanging heavily in the air. He knew that the political world was a cesspool, but he had naively believed that Chandrani had been above it all. The realization that she had paid such a high price for their success was a bitter pill to swallow.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice thick with regret. "I never wanted to tell you, but I thought you should know the truth."
Ashok's mind was reeling, his thoughts racing a mile a minute. He took another sip of his scotch, the burn doing little to distract from the tumultuous emotions roiling within him. He knew that their marriage had been built on a foundation of ambition and compromise, but he had never imagined it to be this... tainted.
"Is that why...?" He trailed off, unable to finish his thought.
Her eyes narrowed playfully, and she nudged him with her elbow. "What? Why what, Ashok?"
his voice laced with both anger and a strange, twisted curiosity. "Is that why your... you know," he gestured awkwardly, "your cunt is so... welcoming?"
Chandrani's playful expression darkened for a moment, but then she laughed, a sound that was both musical and filled with a hint of challenge. "You think so, Mr.hubby?" She stepped closer to him, her hips swaying with a seductive grace that made his cock twitch. "You think I've had so much experience that I've got a politician's cock-hole?"
SUMMARY^1: Ashok grapples with the revelation of Chandrani's past, feeling a mix of anger, regret, and confusion. He questions the authenticity of their intimate life, and Chandrani responds with a blend of playfulness and challenge, hinting that her sexual experience has been a double-edged sword in her rise to power.
Ashok felt the blood rush to his face, a mix of anger, arousal, and embarrassment coursing through him. He took another sip of his scotch, trying to play it cool. "I'm just saying," he shrugged, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's always been so... welcoming."
Chandrani stepped closer, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, really?" she purred, playfully nudging his shoulder. "Fuck you," she whispered, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
Ashok's eyes widened, surprise and arousal warring within him. He had never heard his wife speak so bluntly, so casually about sex. But the way she said it, the way she looked at him, it was like a dare, a challenge to claim what was rightfully his. . He stepped closer to her, their bodies almost touching.
"Fuck you," she murmured again, this time leaning in to kiss him. Her lips were soft, her breath warm with the faint scent of wine. The kiss was explosive, a declaration of intent that sent shockwaves through his body. He felt his anger and suspicion melt away, replaced by a hunger that consumed him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, they cuddled like a teeange lover and slept off peacefully.
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