05-06-2025, 12:16 AM
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As Karim carried Chandrani into the dimly lit adjacent room, his grin widened into a lecherous smile. He looked over his shoulder at Debansh, winking conspiratorially. The gesture was not missed by Chandrani, whose heart sank as she realized the depth of Deb's betrayal. Deb's amused expression was like a knife twisting in her gut, his eyes dark with something that she couldn't quite place. It was as if he enjoyed watching her in this humiliating situation, her dignity stripped away with each step Karim took.
Her breathing grew shallow as she was placed on a plush velvet couch, her legs sprawling open. The fabric of her sari blouse was sticking to her damp skin, her breasts threatening to spill out with every panicked inhale. Karim hovered over her, his eyes glinting with a hunger that made her skin crawl. The room was filled with the faint scent of musk and cigar smoke, the air thick with the promise of depravity.
Chandrani's hand shot up to cover her chest, the pallu of her sari clutched tightly in her trembling hand. "Please," she murmured, her voice a mere whisper. "This isn't what we agreed upon."
But Karim's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with malicious delight. He didn't bother to respond, instead reaching out to grab her wrist, pulling her hand away from her breasts. The fabric of her blouse clung to her skin, outlining the hardened nipples that stood erect in the cool room.
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani is carried into an adjoining room by Karim, her sari blouse stretched precariously, while Debansh watches with a disturbing mix of amusement and desire. Despite her protests, Karim continues to manhandle her, exposing her to further humiliation as she struggles to maintain her dignity.
Chandrani felt a wave of panic wash over her, her thoughts racing. "Please," she begged again, her voice shaking. "I'll do anything. Just don't do this."
But Karim was not a man to be swayed by a woman's pleas. He grabbed her leg with a rough hand, the grip of a predator claiming its prey. He yanked her closer, the fabric of her sari blouse seem to be tearing under the force of his lust. Chandrani's eyes widened in shock as he revealed his true intentions.
Her hand flew to cover her breasts, the pallu of her sari slipping away like a feeble shield. She shook her head, her eyes pleading with him, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But Karim was not to be denied. With a cruel smirk, he grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head, her hand and pallu now useless in their struggle.
He leaned in, his breath hot and sour on her face as he whispered, "You should have thought of this before playing games, Chandrani." His other hand slithered up her thigh, the fabric of her petticoat riding up, revealing the soft, vulnerable skin of her inner thigh. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, a traitorous response to the fear and arousal that warred within her.
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani, desperately trying to maintain her dignity, begs Karim to stop. However, he is unmoved by her pleas, revealing his true intentions and overpowering her resistance, leaving her exposed and vulnerable as he whispers a warning about playing games.
Chandrani's heart pounded in her chest like a caged bird, desperation clouding her vision. As Karim's mouth descended on hers, she turned her face away with a resigned sigh, knowing that this was the price she had to pay for the deal she had sought. Perhaps this was what Khyam had agreed to with Karim, a sweetener to seal the alliance. A feeling of self-loathing washed over her, mingling with the bitter taste of regret.
Karim's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with triumph as he took in her expression. He rubbed his stubbled cheek against her neck, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. She felt his tongue dart out, tracing the curve of her neck before dipping lower to lick the soft flesh beneath her ear. Her body stiffened, but she couldn't stop the involuntary gasp that escaped her lips. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't deny that his touch, though unwelcome, had a strange, animalistic appeal to it.
He nuzzled her shoulder, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before moving to her armpit. Chandrani's breath caught in her throat as she felt his tongue flick over the smooth flesh, the sensation foreign and unsettling. She squirmed, trying to push him away, but his grip was like steel. His hands slid down to her breasts, his thumbs tracing the hardened peaks through the sodden fabric.
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani resigns herself to the situation, allowing Karim's kisses and touches despite her fear and disgust. His actions become increasingly intimate, including kissing her neck and armpit, which elicits an involuntary reaction from her, highlighting the depth of her predicament and the price she feels she must pay for political power.
Surprisingly, he didn't linger there. Instead, he trailed kisses down her sternum, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. He paused at her navel, his eyes locking with hers as he inserted his tongue into the sensitive hollow. Chandrani's eyes widened in shock, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. It was a strange, intimate gesture, one that was both humiliating and oddly erotic.
Her gaze darted to Debansh, who was leaning against the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest. His expression was unreadable, his eyes dark and intense as they bore into hers. She wanted to plead for help, but she knew that she was in too deep. She had played the game, and now she had to pay the price.
"Natasha," Deb called out, his voice like a whip crack in the stillness of the room. Karim's head snapped up, and for a moment, Chandrani thought she saw a flicker of annoyance in his eyes before they cleared, his expression smoothing into one of feigned indifference. He set her down, his hands lingering on her waist as he stepped back. "Natasha is waiting for you in her room," Deb continued, his tone cold and final.
The world seemed to come back into focus for Chandrani, and she realized with a start that she had been holding her breath. She took a step back, her legs wobbly beneath her. Her sari was still askew, the blouse clinging to her damp skin, revealing more than she would have liked. She hastily adjusted her pallu, her hands shaking as she tried to regain her composure.
SUMMARY^1: Karim kisses Chandrani's navel, which feels both humiliating and erotic. Debansh's unreadable gaze fuels her fear and arousal. Deb interrupts them, calling for Natasha, and Chandrani is left to readjust her clothing, shaking from the intensity of the moment.
SUMMARY^2: Chandrani is carried into a private room by Karim, her sari blouse revealing much of her body. Despite her pleas, he continues to touch her inappropriately, including kissing her armpit. Debansh watches, his expression a mix of emotions, until he calls for Natasha, giving Chandrani a brief reprieve to compose herself.
Deb's words hung in the air like a sword of Damocles, and Karim's expression shifted from shock to anger in the blink of an eye. He spun around, his eyes searching the room for the elusive Natasha. Chandrani could see the rage bubbling just beneath the surface, the realization that he had been played clear on his face. "What the fuck, Deb?" he spat, his grip on her arm tightening.
"Let go of me," Chandrani said, her voice shaking but firm. She wasn't about to let him take his anger out on her.
Karim's hand dropped from her arm, and she took a step away, her heart racing as she tried to compose herself. "You heard the man," she said, her voice low and steady. "Natasha is waiting."
He stared at her for a moment, his eyes wide with disbelief before a slow, cruel smile spread across his face. "Ah, the sweet taste of power," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But don't get too comfortable, darling. You're not the only one who knows how to play this game."
Deb cut in, his voice cold as ice. "Karim," he said, his tone a clear warning. "Natasha is leaving tomorrow morning for a three-month shoot in Malaysia. If you want what you came for, you'd better go now. Otherwise, you'll have to wait for another three to four months before you can fuck her."
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani demands to be released from Karim's grip, successfully asserting herself. Karim, realizing he's been played, relinquishes his hold. Deb's interjection reveals Natasha's absence and her impending departure, leaving Karim with no choice but to leave, though not before delivering a chilling parting remark that suggests he knows the political game as well as they do.
The room grew silent as Karim's grip on Chandrani's arm tightened. The reality of the situation sunk in, his eyes narrowing in rage as he realized that his prize was slipping through his fingers. He had worked tirelessly to launch Natasha's career, all for the promise of a night with her, and now it was being taken away from him.
"You can't be serious," he ground out, his voice a mix of disbelief and fury. "Three months?"
Debansh's smile grew colder, his eyes gleaming like a sharpened knife. "As serious as your little...misunderstanding with Chandrani," he replied, his words a silent threat that hung in the air.
The tension between them was palpable, a living entity that seemed to thicken the very air they breathed. Karim's hand fell away from Chandrani's arm, his expression a mix of shock and anger. He took a step back, his gaze flicking from Deb to Chandrani and back again. "fine...we will have our meeting to know each other later then..".
Deb watched him leave, his smile never faltering. Once the door clicked shut, he turned to Chandrani, his expression softening. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.
Chandrani took a deep breath, her hand shaking as she smoothed her rumpled sari. "I...I think so," she murmured, her eyes avoiding his. The humiliation of what had just happened washed over her, but she knew that she had to stay strong. She had won this round, but the game was far from over.
SUMMARY^1: Karim's anger intensifies when he learns Natasha is unavailable for three months. He leaves, acknowledging his defeat. Deb checks on Chandrani's well-being, their shared victory in the power play evident, though Chandrani still feels humiliated.
Deb stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help her up. Chandrani took it, her palm sliding against his, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt through her body. As she stood, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that he was there, that he had intervened when she needed it most.
"This happens when you deal with pimps," he said with a smirk, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he referenced Karim. The tension in the room broke, and Chandrani couldn't help but laugh despite the situation.
"So, you're my savior now?" she asked, taking his hand to stand up. The warmth of his touch sent a rush of relief and gratitude through her.
"Only when it suits your needs," Deb replied, his smirk never leaving his lips. They walked out of the room, leaving the gloominess and eroticsm of it. The cool evening air hit her flushed skin as they stepped onto the terrace, the city lights twinkling like stars beneath them.
"They've agreed," he said, his voice low and intense. "The deal is sealed. You've played your part well, Chandrani."
Her heart raced as she looked into his eyes, the thrill of victory mingling with the residual fear from the dance. She had done what she had to do, but it had left her feeling both powerful and utterly exposed. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
"no problem," deb said as he turned his face to booze.
SUMMARY^1: Deb helps Chandrani stand, their shared victory in the power play against Karim lightening the mood. They move to the terrace where Deb confirms the deal is sealed. Chandrani feels a mix of relief and exposure.
Deb's eyes gleamed with amusement. "It's all part of the job, Chandrani," he said, his voice low and intimate. "But maybe next time, you'll remember to listen when I offer my help."
The double meaning in his words hung in the air, thick and tantalizing. Chandrani felt a thrill run down her spine. "Do you punish all the girls who don't listen to you?" she asked, her voice dripping with seduction.
Deb chuckled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Maybe," he said, his tone playful yet menacing. "But only when they're naughty enough to warrant it." He stepped closer to her, the warmth of his body radiating through the thin fabric of her blouse.
Chandrani's breath hitched as she felt his hand brush against her bare shoulder. "And what if I don't want to be punished?" she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.
Deb's smirk grew wider. "Then you'll have to be a very good girl," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. The tension between them was electric, the air crackling with unspoken desires and unresolved tension.
Chandrani's pulse quickened. "i see" she countered, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Deb stepped closer, his gaze intense. "Is that a challenge?"
Chandrani met his gaze, her heart racing. "Perhaps," she said, her voice a soft whisper. "you seem to be enjoying an innocent girl's humiliation, Mr. Deb."
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani and Deb exchange flirtatious banter about the political game. Chandrani challenges Deb, hinting at her knowledge of his enjoyment of power dynamics and his involvement in Natasha's situation.
Deb's smile was predatory, his eyes darkening. "Innocence is overrated, Mrs. Chandrani," he murmured. "And I assure you, I'd much rather be the one causing the... humiliation rather than being the audience."
Chandrani's heart raced at the implication in his words. The air between them grew thick with tension, charged with a current that had nothing to do with the politics of the evening. "Dreams are for those who can't handle reality," she retorted, her voice a sultry purr.
The phone in her purse suddenly chimed, shattering the moment. She fumbled through her bag, her cheeks burning as she realized it was her husband's call. The video call notification flashed, and she silently cursed herself for not turning it off earlier. "I need to take this," she murmured, moving away from Deb and towards the open terrace doors.
The screen flickered to life, and Ashok's concerned face filled the screen. "Chandrani, are you okay?" His eyes searched hers, and she knew he could read her like an open book. She stepped aside, the cool evening air whispering across her skin. "I'm fine," she lied, her voice tight. "Just tired."
In the Rehan's adjoining screen, voice echoed through the phone. "Ma, come to the room soon," he mumbled, his eyes drooping.
SUMMARY^1: Deb's flirtation intensifies, hinting at his preference to be the one causing the humiliation. Chandrani's phone call from her husband and son interrupts the moment, bringing her back to reality and her responsibilities.
SUMMARY^2: Chandrani stands firm, and Karim releases her. Deb's revelation about Natasha's unavailability angers Karim, who leaves. Chandrani and Deb share a moment of victory on the terrace, discussing their mutual understanding of power plays, and the deal is confirmed. Their flirtation is cut short by a call from Chandrani's husband and son, grounding her in her domestic responsibilities.
"I will, beta," she forced a smile, her heart racing as she stepped onto the terrace, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of the suite. The phone call had been a lifeline, a reminder of her life outside this game of power and desire. "You be good, okay? ashok my meeting is over..i will go back to room now"
Ashok nodded, his gaze lingering on her flushed face and disheveled hair. "Okay, Chandrani," he said, his voice tight with concern. "rehan is waiting for you...i am waiting for both of you at home."
"I'll be home soon," Chandrani assured him, her eyes darting to Deb, who had the decency to look away as she spoke. "We're just wrapping up here. I'll be in room soon."
The call ended, and she took a deep breath, her hand shaking slightly. She turned to Deb, her voice firm. "Thank you for your time tonight. The deal is sealed, and I'll ensure the necessary steps are taken tomorrow."
Deb's smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "Of course, Chandrani," he said, his voice low and velvety. "It's always a pleasure doing business with someone as...engaging as you."
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After hanging up the phone, Chandrani turned to Deb, her expression a careful mask of professionalism. "Thank you for your understanding," she said, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. "I must go to my room now. It's been a long day."
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani receives a video call from her husband and son, which serves as a reality check and helps her regain composure. She ends the call and addresses Deb formally, maintaining a professional demeanor as she thanks him for his time and confirms the deal before excusing herself to go to her room.
Deb nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Of course," he said, his voice like honey. "Let me walk you there." He offered his arm, and she took it, the touch sending a jolt of electricity up her spine.
They walked through the hotel lobby, their footsteps echoing off the marble floors. The night staff cast furtive glances in their direction, recognizing the power couple that was Chandrani and Debansh. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, and she was acutely aware of the dampness between her legs.
As they reached the elevator, he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "You know, Chandrani," he murmured, "you're quite the enigma. So much fire and passion, yet you hide it so well."
Her cheeks flushed, but she said nothing. Instead, she stepped into the elevator, her heart racing as she watched the doors slide closed. The reflection in the mirrored walls showed her disheveled hair and the wet patches on her blouse, evidence of her recent ordeal. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling within her.
When they reached her floor, Deb walked her to her door, his hand on the small of her back, his touch a gentle reminder of the power he held over her. She could feel the heat of his hand through the fabric of her sari, and she resisted the urge to lean back into his touch.
"Thank you," she said, her voice cool despite the fire burning within her.
SUMMARY^1: Deb walks Chandrani to her room, his armor-piercing gaze and gentle touch remind her of the power dynamics at play. They reach her floor, and she maintains a composed exterior despite her internal turmoil, thanking him before entering her room.
Deb nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "may be lunch tommorow..when are you leaving" he said, his voice a low purr that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Thank you," she replied, her voice a whisper. "we will leave day after tommorow."
Deb nodded, his gaze lingering on her lips. "Ok," he murmured, his hand reaching out to brush a stray hair from her cheek. "hope you will make it"
Chandrani felt the heat of his touch, a stark contrast to the chilly air conditioning in the hotel corridor. "I'll be there," she promised, her voice steady despite the tumult of emotions within her. She turned and walked into her room, her hips swaying slightly with each step.
The sight of Rehan asleep on the bed brought a smile to her lips. He looked so peaceful, oblivious to the tumultuous evening she had just experienced. she for the first time thanked vilasrao in her mind for baby sitting rehan. She knew that she had to keep her emotions in check, to maintain the façade of the devoted wife and mother she had always been. She closed the door softly of washroom, not wanting to wake him.
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani and Deb set a meeting for lunch tomorrow, their conversation hinting at underlying tension. She returns to her room, where her son Rehan sleeps, and appreciates the quietude to reflect on the evening's events. She vows to keep her emotions in check and maintain her usual persona.
Chandrani walked over to the bed and gently kissed Rehan's forehead, her heart swelling with love for the little boy who had no idea of the games that adults played. She has changed to a sphagetti and a descent short, her skin feeling cool and relieved as it met the air. she had been careful of not exposing too much skin when rehan is around.Her mind replayed the events of the evening, the way Deb's hand had felt on her skin, the way Karim's mouth had brushed against her armpit.
She needed to sleep, to clear her head, to prepare for whatever tomorrow would bring. The hotel room was cold, but she felt hot, the memory of the men's touch still burning her skin. She slipped into bed, her mind racing with thoughts of power and passion.
The sheets were cool and smooth, a welcome respite from the sticky fabric of her sari. She pulled the comforter up to her chin, her thoughts swirling in the quiet darkness. The line between business and pleasure had been blurred tonight, and she wasn't sure if she liked it. Her hand wandered down to her thigh, tracing the line of her sari petticoat. The fabric was damp, sticking to her skin like a second layer. She couldn't help but remember the way Deb's gaze had lingered on her, the way he had watched her with that hunger in his eyes. with all these thoughts playing on her mind , she dozzed off.
SUMMARY^1: Reflecting on the evening's encounters with Deb and Karim, Chandrani feels conflicted about the blurred lines between business and pleasure. She checks on Rehan, then changes into comfortable clothes before going to bed, her thoughts consumed by the day's events and the anticipation of tomorrow's meeting with Deb.
Elsewhere in the hotel, Natasha lay sprawled on the rumpled bed, her naked body with only a gold wiast chain glistening with sweat and semen. Her legs were spread wide, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Karim Khan's snores filled the room, his massive form barely contained by the king-sized bed. Natasha's breaths were ragged, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of the rough handling she had just endured. Her eyes narrowed with satisfaction as she reached for her phone, her hand shaking slightly.
Her fingers danced over the screen, typing out a message. "It's confirmed. Karim Khan will be at his firmhouse tomorrow." She hit send and then, with a flick of her wrist, turned the phone off. The silence was deafening, and she felt a brief moment of triumph. she tiptoed to the washroom and flushed down the sim.
Her breathing grew shallow as she was placed on a plush velvet couch, her legs sprawling open. The fabric of her sari blouse was sticking to her damp skin, her breasts threatening to spill out with every panicked inhale. Karim hovered over her, his eyes glinting with a hunger that made her skin crawl. The room was filled with the faint scent of musk and cigar smoke, the air thick with the promise of depravity.
Chandrani's hand shot up to cover her chest, the pallu of her sari clutched tightly in her trembling hand. "Please," she murmured, her voice a mere whisper. "This isn't what we agreed upon."
But Karim's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with malicious delight. He didn't bother to respond, instead reaching out to grab her wrist, pulling her hand away from her breasts. The fabric of her blouse clung to her skin, outlining the hardened nipples that stood erect in the cool room.
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani is carried into an adjoining room by Karim, her sari blouse stretched precariously, while Debansh watches with a disturbing mix of amusement and desire. Despite her protests, Karim continues to manhandle her, exposing her to further humiliation as she struggles to maintain her dignity.
Chandrani felt a wave of panic wash over her, her thoughts racing. "Please," she begged again, her voice shaking. "I'll do anything. Just don't do this."
But Karim was not a man to be swayed by a woman's pleas. He grabbed her leg with a rough hand, the grip of a predator claiming its prey. He yanked her closer, the fabric of her sari blouse seem to be tearing under the force of his lust. Chandrani's eyes widened in shock as he revealed his true intentions.
Her hand flew to cover her breasts, the pallu of her sari slipping away like a feeble shield. She shook her head, her eyes pleading with him, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But Karim was not to be denied. With a cruel smirk, he grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head, her hand and pallu now useless in their struggle.
He leaned in, his breath hot and sour on her face as he whispered, "You should have thought of this before playing games, Chandrani." His other hand slithered up her thigh, the fabric of her petticoat riding up, revealing the soft, vulnerable skin of her inner thigh. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, a traitorous response to the fear and arousal that warred within her.
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani, desperately trying to maintain her dignity, begs Karim to stop. However, he is unmoved by her pleas, revealing his true intentions and overpowering her resistance, leaving her exposed and vulnerable as he whispers a warning about playing games.
Chandrani's heart pounded in her chest like a caged bird, desperation clouding her vision. As Karim's mouth descended on hers, she turned her face away with a resigned sigh, knowing that this was the price she had to pay for the deal she had sought. Perhaps this was what Khyam had agreed to with Karim, a sweetener to seal the alliance. A feeling of self-loathing washed over her, mingling with the bitter taste of regret.
Karim's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting with triumph as he took in her expression. He rubbed his stubbled cheek against her neck, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. She felt his tongue dart out, tracing the curve of her neck before dipping lower to lick the soft flesh beneath her ear. Her body stiffened, but she couldn't stop the involuntary gasp that escaped her lips. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't deny that his touch, though unwelcome, had a strange, animalistic appeal to it.
He nuzzled her shoulder, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before moving to her armpit. Chandrani's breath caught in her throat as she felt his tongue flick over the smooth flesh, the sensation foreign and unsettling. She squirmed, trying to push him away, but his grip was like steel. His hands slid down to her breasts, his thumbs tracing the hardened peaks through the sodden fabric.
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani resigns herself to the situation, allowing Karim's kisses and touches despite her fear and disgust. His actions become increasingly intimate, including kissing her neck and armpit, which elicits an involuntary reaction from her, highlighting the depth of her predicament and the price she feels she must pay for political power.
Surprisingly, he didn't linger there. Instead, he trailed kisses down her sternum, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. He paused at her navel, his eyes locking with hers as he inserted his tongue into the sensitive hollow. Chandrani's eyes widened in shock, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. It was a strange, intimate gesture, one that was both humiliating and oddly erotic.
Her gaze darted to Debansh, who was leaning against the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest. His expression was unreadable, his eyes dark and intense as they bore into hers. She wanted to plead for help, but she knew that she was in too deep. She had played the game, and now she had to pay the price.
"Natasha," Deb called out, his voice like a whip crack in the stillness of the room. Karim's head snapped up, and for a moment, Chandrani thought she saw a flicker of annoyance in his eyes before they cleared, his expression smoothing into one of feigned indifference. He set her down, his hands lingering on her waist as he stepped back. "Natasha is waiting for you in her room," Deb continued, his tone cold and final.
The world seemed to come back into focus for Chandrani, and she realized with a start that she had been holding her breath. She took a step back, her legs wobbly beneath her. Her sari was still askew, the blouse clinging to her damp skin, revealing more than she would have liked. She hastily adjusted her pallu, her hands shaking as she tried to regain her composure.
SUMMARY^1: Karim kisses Chandrani's navel, which feels both humiliating and erotic. Debansh's unreadable gaze fuels her fear and arousal. Deb interrupts them, calling for Natasha, and Chandrani is left to readjust her clothing, shaking from the intensity of the moment.
SUMMARY^2: Chandrani is carried into a private room by Karim, her sari blouse revealing much of her body. Despite her pleas, he continues to touch her inappropriately, including kissing her armpit. Debansh watches, his expression a mix of emotions, until he calls for Natasha, giving Chandrani a brief reprieve to compose herself.
Deb's words hung in the air like a sword of Damocles, and Karim's expression shifted from shock to anger in the blink of an eye. He spun around, his eyes searching the room for the elusive Natasha. Chandrani could see the rage bubbling just beneath the surface, the realization that he had been played clear on his face. "What the fuck, Deb?" he spat, his grip on her arm tightening.
"Let go of me," Chandrani said, her voice shaking but firm. She wasn't about to let him take his anger out on her.
Karim's hand dropped from her arm, and she took a step away, her heart racing as she tried to compose herself. "You heard the man," she said, her voice low and steady. "Natasha is waiting."
He stared at her for a moment, his eyes wide with disbelief before a slow, cruel smile spread across his face. "Ah, the sweet taste of power," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But don't get too comfortable, darling. You're not the only one who knows how to play this game."
Deb cut in, his voice cold as ice. "Karim," he said, his tone a clear warning. "Natasha is leaving tomorrow morning for a three-month shoot in Malaysia. If you want what you came for, you'd better go now. Otherwise, you'll have to wait for another three to four months before you can fuck her."
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani demands to be released from Karim's grip, successfully asserting herself. Karim, realizing he's been played, relinquishes his hold. Deb's interjection reveals Natasha's absence and her impending departure, leaving Karim with no choice but to leave, though not before delivering a chilling parting remark that suggests he knows the political game as well as they do.
The room grew silent as Karim's grip on Chandrani's arm tightened. The reality of the situation sunk in, his eyes narrowing in rage as he realized that his prize was slipping through his fingers. He had worked tirelessly to launch Natasha's career, all for the promise of a night with her, and now it was being taken away from him.
"You can't be serious," he ground out, his voice a mix of disbelief and fury. "Three months?"
Debansh's smile grew colder, his eyes gleaming like a sharpened knife. "As serious as your little...misunderstanding with Chandrani," he replied, his words a silent threat that hung in the air.
The tension between them was palpable, a living entity that seemed to thicken the very air they breathed. Karim's hand fell away from Chandrani's arm, his expression a mix of shock and anger. He took a step back, his gaze flicking from Deb to Chandrani and back again. "fine...we will have our meeting to know each other later then..".
Deb watched him leave, his smile never faltering. Once the door clicked shut, he turned to Chandrani, his expression softening. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.
Chandrani took a deep breath, her hand shaking as she smoothed her rumpled sari. "I...I think so," she murmured, her eyes avoiding his. The humiliation of what had just happened washed over her, but she knew that she had to stay strong. She had won this round, but the game was far from over.
SUMMARY^1: Karim's anger intensifies when he learns Natasha is unavailable for three months. He leaves, acknowledging his defeat. Deb checks on Chandrani's well-being, their shared victory in the power play evident, though Chandrani still feels humiliated.
Deb stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help her up. Chandrani took it, her palm sliding against his, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt through her body. As she stood, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that he was there, that he had intervened when she needed it most.
"This happens when you deal with pimps," he said with a smirk, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he referenced Karim. The tension in the room broke, and Chandrani couldn't help but laugh despite the situation.
"So, you're my savior now?" she asked, taking his hand to stand up. The warmth of his touch sent a rush of relief and gratitude through her.
"Only when it suits your needs," Deb replied, his smirk never leaving his lips. They walked out of the room, leaving the gloominess and eroticsm of it. The cool evening air hit her flushed skin as they stepped onto the terrace, the city lights twinkling like stars beneath them.
"They've agreed," he said, his voice low and intense. "The deal is sealed. You've played your part well, Chandrani."
Her heart raced as she looked into his eyes, the thrill of victory mingling with the residual fear from the dance. She had done what she had to do, but it had left her feeling both powerful and utterly exposed. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
"no problem," deb said as he turned his face to booze.
SUMMARY^1: Deb helps Chandrani stand, their shared victory in the power play against Karim lightening the mood. They move to the terrace where Deb confirms the deal is sealed. Chandrani feels a mix of relief and exposure.
Deb's eyes gleamed with amusement. "It's all part of the job, Chandrani," he said, his voice low and intimate. "But maybe next time, you'll remember to listen when I offer my help."
The double meaning in his words hung in the air, thick and tantalizing. Chandrani felt a thrill run down her spine. "Do you punish all the girls who don't listen to you?" she asked, her voice dripping with seduction.
Deb chuckled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Maybe," he said, his tone playful yet menacing. "But only when they're naughty enough to warrant it." He stepped closer to her, the warmth of his body radiating through the thin fabric of her blouse.
Chandrani's breath hitched as she felt his hand brush against her bare shoulder. "And what if I don't want to be punished?" she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.
Deb's smirk grew wider. "Then you'll have to be a very good girl," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. The tension between them was electric, the air crackling with unspoken desires and unresolved tension.
Chandrani's pulse quickened. "i see" she countered, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Deb stepped closer, his gaze intense. "Is that a challenge?"
Chandrani met his gaze, her heart racing. "Perhaps," she said, her voice a soft whisper. "you seem to be enjoying an innocent girl's humiliation, Mr. Deb."
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani and Deb exchange flirtatious banter about the political game. Chandrani challenges Deb, hinting at her knowledge of his enjoyment of power dynamics and his involvement in Natasha's situation.
Deb's smile was predatory, his eyes darkening. "Innocence is overrated, Mrs. Chandrani," he murmured. "And I assure you, I'd much rather be the one causing the... humiliation rather than being the audience."
Chandrani's heart raced at the implication in his words. The air between them grew thick with tension, charged with a current that had nothing to do with the politics of the evening. "Dreams are for those who can't handle reality," she retorted, her voice a sultry purr.
The phone in her purse suddenly chimed, shattering the moment. She fumbled through her bag, her cheeks burning as she realized it was her husband's call. The video call notification flashed, and she silently cursed herself for not turning it off earlier. "I need to take this," she murmured, moving away from Deb and towards the open terrace doors.
The screen flickered to life, and Ashok's concerned face filled the screen. "Chandrani, are you okay?" His eyes searched hers, and she knew he could read her like an open book. She stepped aside, the cool evening air whispering across her skin. "I'm fine," she lied, her voice tight. "Just tired."
In the Rehan's adjoining screen, voice echoed through the phone. "Ma, come to the room soon," he mumbled, his eyes drooping.
SUMMARY^1: Deb's flirtation intensifies, hinting at his preference to be the one causing the humiliation. Chandrani's phone call from her husband and son interrupts the moment, bringing her back to reality and her responsibilities.
SUMMARY^2: Chandrani stands firm, and Karim releases her. Deb's revelation about Natasha's unavailability angers Karim, who leaves. Chandrani and Deb share a moment of victory on the terrace, discussing their mutual understanding of power plays, and the deal is confirmed. Their flirtation is cut short by a call from Chandrani's husband and son, grounding her in her domestic responsibilities.
"I will, beta," she forced a smile, her heart racing as she stepped onto the terrace, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of the suite. The phone call had been a lifeline, a reminder of her life outside this game of power and desire. "You be good, okay? ashok my meeting is over..i will go back to room now"
Ashok nodded, his gaze lingering on her flushed face and disheveled hair. "Okay, Chandrani," he said, his voice tight with concern. "rehan is waiting for you...i am waiting for both of you at home."
"I'll be home soon," Chandrani assured him, her eyes darting to Deb, who had the decency to look away as she spoke. "We're just wrapping up here. I'll be in room soon."
The call ended, and she took a deep breath, her hand shaking slightly. She turned to Deb, her voice firm. "Thank you for your time tonight. The deal is sealed, and I'll ensure the necessary steps are taken tomorrow."
Deb's smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "Of course, Chandrani," he said, his voice low and velvety. "It's always a pleasure doing business with someone as...engaging as you."
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After hanging up the phone, Chandrani turned to Deb, her expression a careful mask of professionalism. "Thank you for your understanding," she said, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. "I must go to my room now. It's been a long day."
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani receives a video call from her husband and son, which serves as a reality check and helps her regain composure. She ends the call and addresses Deb formally, maintaining a professional demeanor as she thanks him for his time and confirms the deal before excusing herself to go to her room.
Deb nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Of course," he said, his voice like honey. "Let me walk you there." He offered his arm, and she took it, the touch sending a jolt of electricity up her spine.
They walked through the hotel lobby, their footsteps echoing off the marble floors. The night staff cast furtive glances in their direction, recognizing the power couple that was Chandrani and Debansh. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, and she was acutely aware of the dampness between her legs.
As they reached the elevator, he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "You know, Chandrani," he murmured, "you're quite the enigma. So much fire and passion, yet you hide it so well."
Her cheeks flushed, but she said nothing. Instead, she stepped into the elevator, her heart racing as she watched the doors slide closed. The reflection in the mirrored walls showed her disheveled hair and the wet patches on her blouse, evidence of her recent ordeal. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling within her.
When they reached her floor, Deb walked her to her door, his hand on the small of her back, his touch a gentle reminder of the power he held over her. She could feel the heat of his hand through the fabric of her sari, and she resisted the urge to lean back into his touch.
"Thank you," she said, her voice cool despite the fire burning within her.
SUMMARY^1: Deb walks Chandrani to her room, his armor-piercing gaze and gentle touch remind her of the power dynamics at play. They reach her floor, and she maintains a composed exterior despite her internal turmoil, thanking him before entering her room.
Deb nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "may be lunch tommorow..when are you leaving" he said, his voice a low purr that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Thank you," she replied, her voice a whisper. "we will leave day after tommorow."
Deb nodded, his gaze lingering on her lips. "Ok," he murmured, his hand reaching out to brush a stray hair from her cheek. "hope you will make it"
Chandrani felt the heat of his touch, a stark contrast to the chilly air conditioning in the hotel corridor. "I'll be there," she promised, her voice steady despite the tumult of emotions within her. She turned and walked into her room, her hips swaying slightly with each step.
The sight of Rehan asleep on the bed brought a smile to her lips. He looked so peaceful, oblivious to the tumultuous evening she had just experienced. she for the first time thanked vilasrao in her mind for baby sitting rehan. She knew that she had to keep her emotions in check, to maintain the façade of the devoted wife and mother she had always been. She closed the door softly of washroom, not wanting to wake him.
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani and Deb set a meeting for lunch tomorrow, their conversation hinting at underlying tension. She returns to her room, where her son Rehan sleeps, and appreciates the quietude to reflect on the evening's events. She vows to keep her emotions in check and maintain her usual persona.
Chandrani walked over to the bed and gently kissed Rehan's forehead, her heart swelling with love for the little boy who had no idea of the games that adults played. She has changed to a sphagetti and a descent short, her skin feeling cool and relieved as it met the air. she had been careful of not exposing too much skin when rehan is around.Her mind replayed the events of the evening, the way Deb's hand had felt on her skin, the way Karim's mouth had brushed against her armpit.
She needed to sleep, to clear her head, to prepare for whatever tomorrow would bring. The hotel room was cold, but she felt hot, the memory of the men's touch still burning her skin. She slipped into bed, her mind racing with thoughts of power and passion.
The sheets were cool and smooth, a welcome respite from the sticky fabric of her sari. She pulled the comforter up to her chin, her thoughts swirling in the quiet darkness. The line between business and pleasure had been blurred tonight, and she wasn't sure if she liked it. Her hand wandered down to her thigh, tracing the line of her sari petticoat. The fabric was damp, sticking to her skin like a second layer. She couldn't help but remember the way Deb's gaze had lingered on her, the way he had watched her with that hunger in his eyes. with all these thoughts playing on her mind , she dozzed off.
SUMMARY^1: Reflecting on the evening's encounters with Deb and Karim, Chandrani feels conflicted about the blurred lines between business and pleasure. She checks on Rehan, then changes into comfortable clothes before going to bed, her thoughts consumed by the day's events and the anticipation of tomorrow's meeting with Deb.
Elsewhere in the hotel, Natasha lay sprawled on the rumpled bed, her naked body with only a gold wiast chain glistening with sweat and semen. Her legs were spread wide, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Karim Khan's snores filled the room, his massive form barely contained by the king-sized bed. Natasha's breaths were ragged, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of the rough handling she had just endured. Her eyes narrowed with satisfaction as she reached for her phone, her hand shaking slightly.
Her fingers danced over the screen, typing out a message. "It's confirmed. Karim Khan will be at his firmhouse tomorrow." She hit send and then, with a flick of her wrist, turned the phone off. The silence was deafening, and she felt a brief moment of triumph. she tiptoed to the washroom and flushed down the sim.
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